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S1 Secret Story

Synopsis:

You’re a 19-year-old junior Editor at tripleS, tasked with swapping SD cards at HAUS daily. When S4 Chaeyeon arrives, the vibe shifts, but it’s S1 Seoyeon who snares you. A reckless hookup turns her into something...

Time Background: Around S4 Chaeyeon’s HAUS arrival. Categories: Erotic Thriller / Dark Romance

Warning: Some swearing words are involved!

Word Count: 5.1k++

You head over to HAUS, the dorm where the tripleS members crash, just a short walk from the office—no big deal, just a quick stroll.

Even though you’re still a junior Editor, they’ve given you the green light to swing by HAUS to grab footage and swap out the camera storage for fresh ones. Not every staffer gets this gig—usually, it’s just the Producers, Directors, and Managers who have the privilege—so you feel a little proud, maybe even smug, about scoring such a sweet perk.

“Oh, Editor-nim, hold up,” a voice crackles through the smart doorbell after you hit the button. It’s the usual greeting you get, and you recognize it instantly—Yoon Seoyeon, the first member, or S1 as they call her.

“Come on in, no one inside, they are off shooting,” Seoyeon says as she swings the door open for you, flashing that familiar smile you’ve come to know. She’s clued in on why you’re here and waves you inside like it’s no big thing.

You catch Seoyeon’s bare face every damn day, no makeup, just her natural look. You’ve seen it plenty, but there’s something about her vibe—those distinct features—that keeps you from ever getting tired of it. It’s chill, effortless, and somehow still fucking gorgeous.

You step into HAUS, kicking off your shoes and getting straight to your daily grind—swapping out the SD cards in every camera tucked into the corners of the place. It’s routine shit, and you barely register what they’re up to, just like they don’t pay you much mind either. Time’s tight, sure, but you also know your limits—especially with female idols in the mix.

When you duck into the Purple Room, Seoyeon’s perfume hits you like a fucking truck. That sweet vanilla-chocolate combo fills your lungs, and it’s so damn good you’re tempted to just stand there sniffing the air. You don’t know why she picked this scent, but it’s got your head spinning, fantasizing about burying your face in her neck and breathing it straight off her skin.

“Editor-nim?” a voice calls from behind—soft, familiar, and it’s Seoyeon, snapping you out of your daze.

“Oh, yeah, almost done,” you reply, holding up an SD card and waving it at her, trying to play it cool while your brain’s still half-lost in that scent.

Her outfit’s barely there, and it’s screwing with your focus—a thin white tee and thigh-high shorts that don’t hide shit. You can see the outline of her bra pressing through, her curves screaming at you, and it takes everything not to stare like a creep. You lock eyes with her, forcing yourself to stay on track as she talks.

“I forgot to mention—grab some food on your way out, yeah? I cooked earlier, but the others ordered takeout, so there’s a ton left,” she says, nodding toward the kitchen where the stash is waiting.

You nod back, keeping your gaze glued to her eyes. Her tits, though—fuck, they’re perfect, round and full, begging to be grabbed, practically spilling out from under that bra and thin shirt. You can’t slip up, can’t let your eyes drop, no matter how bad you want to drink her in. Keep it together, don’t lose your damn dignity.

“Got it, I’ll take some,” you say, flashing a small smile and dipping your head a little, playing it respectful.

“Cool, I’ll pack it up for you then. Keep it up, Editor-nim!” she chirps, bouncing off with that bright-ass grin, leaving you standing there, still reeling from her vibe—and that fucking perfume.

If you’re being real with yourself, Seoyeon’s your favorite member hands down. It’s not just that she’s drop-dead gorgeous—she’s been there through your whole grind as an Editor. You’re only 19, fresh out of school, and somehow you lucked into this gig that most people would kill for. She’s been a constant, and that hits different.

You stuff all the swapped SD cards into your pocket for the day and head over to the kitchen where Seoyeon’s at, packing up the leftovers into some Tupperware for you to take. She’s got this vibe—mature, womanly, like she’s already wife material as fuck. You can’t help but picture her cooking, you sliding up behind her, wrapping your arms around her, letting your hands roam over her curvy body. The thought alone’s got your dick twitching, your mind running wild with shit you shouldn’t even be imagining.

“Hey, Editor-nim, all packed up for you. Just bring the containers back whenever,” Seoyeon says, glancing over at you as you stand there staring. She walks toward you with the stack of food, totally chill, like she doesn’t know the filthy thoughts spinning in your head.

“Oh, yeah, thanks. I’ll get these back to you quick,” you say, taking the containers from her, trying to keep your voice steady while your pulse is anything but.

Just as you’re about to head out, Seoyeon stops you at the door, her hand lightly grabbing your arm. “Hey, Editor-nim, hang out for a sec, will you? I need to hit the bathroom, and I don’t wanna leave HAUS empty,” she says, her tone casual but with that little edge that makes it hard to say no. You don’t even think twice—just nod and mutter, “Yeah, sure,” already picturing her walking off while you’re stuck standing there, dick half-hard from earlier and now buzzing with the idea of being alone in her space.

You’re left standing there in the HAUS lobby, the weight of the Tupperware still in your hands, the quiet hum of the dorm settling around you. It’s one of those rare fucking moments—no other members, no staff, just you and the empty space Seoyeon’s left behind. Your mind’s already a mess from her vibe, that vanilla-chocolate scent still lingering in your nose, and now you’ve got this window. A fucked-up, stupid idea creeps in, and before you can talk yourself out of it, your feet are moving.

You set the containers down on a table and creep toward the bathroom, heart pounding like a drum in your chest. The door’s cracked just enough—sloppy on her part, lucky as hell for you. You nudge it open a hair more, quiet as you can, and there she is. Seoyeon’s perched on the toilet, shorts and panties pooled around her ankles, her bare thighs flexing as she shifts. You hear the soft hiss of her piss hitting the water, and it’s fucked up how hot it gets you—your breath catches, dick straining hard against your jeans now. She’s got no clue you’re there, head tilted back a little, eyes half-closed like she’s just chilling, and that bare, unguarded moment makes your head spin.

She finishes, wipes quick, and pulls her shorts up, totally oblivious to you lurking like a perv. You back off fast, retreating to the lobby, pulse racing, trying to act normal as you hear the flush and her footsteps heading your way.

When she steps out, hair mussed and that easy smile back on her face, you force a grin, nodding like nothing’s up. “All good?” you ask, voice tight, hoping she doesn’t catch the heat still burning in your cheeks—or the bulge you’re praying your shirt’s hiding.

“Yeah, thanks for sticking around,” she says, breezy as ever, and you nod again, grabbing the Tupperware and bolting before your dumbass brain gets you in deeper shit.

You’re barely holding it together as Seoyeon stands there, all casual and fucking clueless, that easy smile lighting up her face like she didn’t just set your world on fire. The bathroom scene’s burned into your skull—her thighs spread, that soft hiss of her piss, the wet glint of her pussy—and it’s too much. Your dick’s throbbing, painfully hard against your jeans, and every shred of logic, every thought of your career, your future, it’s all crumbling under the weight of this insane, stupid lust. You don’t give a fuck anymore. You’re 19, you’ve got this one shot, and she’s an idol—Seoyeon, S1, your fucking obsession. You need to taste her, consequences be damned.

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You drop the Tupperware—fuck the food, it clatters to the floor—and grab her wrist, yanking her toward you hard. She gasps, eyes wide, “Editor-nim, what—?” but you don’t let her finish. You shove her back against the wall, the thud echoing in the empty dorm, and crash your mouth into hers, rough and desperate, tasting the shock on her lips. She freezes for a heartbeat, then pushes at your chest, but you don’t budge—you’re too far gone.

“Fuck, Seoyeon, I can’t—I need you,” you growl against her mouth, hands already clawing at her shorts, ripping them down her thighs with no patience. She’s squirming, half-protesting, “Wait, what the hell—stop!” but there’s a crack in her voice, a tremor, and you don’t care if it’s fear or something else—you’re not stopping. Her panties hit the floor next, that red pair you saw earlier, and you drop to your knees, shoving her legs apart, your breath hot and ragged as you bury your face between her thighs.

She’s still wet from before, the sharp, salty tang of her hitting your tongue as you lick her hard, dragging your tongue flat against her pussy, tasting every fucking inch. She yelps, “Shit, you—ahh!” hands grabbing your hair, pulling like she’s torn between shoving you off and pulling you in. You don’t give a damn—you suck her clit hard, tongue flicking fast, sloppy and hungry, drinking her in like she’s the last thing you’ll ever taste. She’s trembling, thighs clamping around your head, and you can feel her dripping, soaking your chin, your lips, the floor beneath you.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” you groan into her, voice muffled, hands gripping her ass, yanking her tighter against your mouth. She’s moaning now, loud and broken, “Oh God, oh—fuck, don’t!” but her hips buck into you, betraying her words, and you know she’s losing it too. You shove two fingers inside her, rough and deep, pumping fast while your tongue keeps working her clit, and she’s tight, so fucking tight, clenching around you like she’s about to explode. Her nails dig into your scalp, her whole body shaking, and you feel it—she’s close, teetering on the edge.

“Cum for me, Seoyeon—fucking cum,” you snarl, sucking harder, fingers slamming into her, and she breaks. She screams, raw and wild, “Ahh, shit, I—!” and her pussy clamps down, gushing wet heat all over your hand, your face, a messy flood that you lap up like a starved animal. She’s shuddering, gasping, knees buckling, but you don’t stop—licking her through it, tasting every drop of her, an idol, your idol, unraveling because of you.

You pull back finally, face slick, panting like a dog, staring up at her as she slumps against the wall, chest heaving, eyes glassy. Your career’s fucked, you know it—junior Editor turned pervert, done in one reckless move—but right now, with her taste still coating your tongue, her cum dripping down your chin, you don’t give a single shit.

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You’re still on your knees, face wet with Seoyeon’s cum, her taste thick on your tongue, and she’s slumped against the wall, panting, legs shaky, that thin white tee clinging to her sweaty skin. Her shorts and panties are a crumpled mess around her ankles, her pussy still glistening, red and swollen from what you just did. You should stop—some tiny voice in your head screams it—but your dick’s so hard it hurts, straining against your jeans, and the sight of her like this, wrecked and vulnerable, flips a switch. Fuck your career, fuck everything—you’re not done. You need her, all of her, right fucking now.

You stand fast, grabbing her by the hips, spinning her around so her hands slap against the wall. She gasps, “Wait—what the—!” but you’re past words, past reason. You kick her legs wider, shoving her shorts fully off, and rip at your jeans, yanking them down just enough to free yourself—hard, leaking, ready to lose it. “Editor-nim, stop, we can’t—” she stammers, voice shaky, but you don’t listen. You press yourself against her from behind, your cock sliding between her slick thighs, brushing her dripping pussy, and she moans, low and broken, despite herself.

“Shut up, Seoyeon—I’m fucking you,” you growl into her ear, one hand gripping her waist, the other shoving her shirt up higher, exposing her back, her bra still half-on, useless. You thrust forward, hard and fast, burying yourself deep inside her with one brutal stroke. She screams, “Fuck—ahh!” her pussy tight as hell, clenching around you, wet and hot, sucking you in like she was made for this. The hallway echoes with it—the slap of your hips slamming into her ass, her choked cries, the filthy wet sound of you pounding her.

You don’t hold back, can’t—grabbing her hips so hard your fingers dig into her skin, bruising her as you fuck her raw, every thrust shaking her whole body. Her nails scrape the wall, her head drops forward, hair falling in her face, and she’s moaning, loud and desperate, “Oh God—shit, you’re—ahh!” You reach around, yanking her bra down, cupping her tits, squeezing hard, feeling her nipples stiffen under your palms. She’s perfect, bouncing with every slam, and you pinch them rough, making her yelp, her pussy tightening even more around your cock.

“Fucking take it,” you snarl, slamming in deeper, the angle hitting her just right—her ass jiggles against you, her thighs trembling, and you can feel her dripping down your balls, soaking the floor beneath. The hallway’s a mess—sweat, cum, her scent everywhere—and you don’t care who might hear, who might walk in. You’re lost in it, in her, pounding her so hard the wall rattles, her moans turning into sobs, “I can’t—fuck, it’s too much!” But her hips push back into you, greedy, begging for more, and you know she’s lying.

You grab her hair, yanking her head back, exposing her neck, and bite down hard, sucking a dark mark into her skin as you rail her. “Cum again, Seoyeon—fucking cum on my cock,” you demand, voice ragged, and she’s whimpering, shaking, her pussy pulsing around you. You reach down, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast and rough, and that’s it—she breaks again, screaming, “Fuck, I—ahh!” Her whole body seizes, gushing hard, a hot flood soaking you, running down her legs, pooling on the floor as she cums, violent and messy, her walls squeezing you so tight you almost lose it.

But you hold on, slamming into her through it, her ass slapping against you, her cries bouncing off the walls. “You’re mine—fucking idol or not,” you pant, and she’s whining, incoherent, totally fucked out. You’re close—too close—the heat building, your balls tight, and with one last brutal thrust, you pull out, shoving her down to her knees. She’s gasping, dazed, and you stroke yourself fast, groaning loud as you cum, thick and hot, painting her face—her lips, her cheeks, dripping down her chin. She blinks up at you, wrecked, cum-streaked, and fucking stunning, the hallway silent except for your heavy breathing and her soft, broken whimpers.

You stumble back, jeans still half-down, staring at her—Seoyeon, S1, tripleS’s golden girl, fucked senseless by you in the goddamn hallway. Your career’s toast, your life’s probably over, but with her kneeling there, tasting like sin on your lips and dripping with you, you don’t give a single fuck. It’s the best mistake you’ve ever made.

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You’re standing there, chest heaving, jeans tangled around your thighs, staring down at Seoyeon on her knees in the hallway. Her face is a fucking mess—cum streaked across her cheeks, lips glossy with it, dripping down her chin, her eyes half-lidded and dazed from how hard you just wrecked her. The sight’s unreal, like some twisted fantasy come to life, and even though you just blew your load, your dick’s still twitching, half-hard, aching for more. You’re not done—not even close. This is your shot, your one insane chance with her, and you’re not letting it end yet. You want her mouth, want her to finish you proper, and fuck everything else.

She’s panting, barely holding it together, hands braced on the floor as she tries to catch her breath. “Editor-nim—what now…,” she mumbles, voice hoarse, wiping at her face with shaky fingers, smearing your cum more than cleaning it. You don’t give her time to recover—grabbing her wrist, you pull her up just enough so she’s sitting back on her knees, her shorts still a crumpled heap nearby, her thighs slick with her own mess. “We’re not finished,” you say, low and rough, your hand sliding to her jaw, tilting her head up so she’s looking at you—those wide, glassy eyes locked on yours.

“Seoyeon, suck me off,” you tell her, not asking, your voice thick with need. She blinks, slow, like she’s processing it, her lips parting slightly, still wet with you. “I—I can’t—” she starts, weak, but you cut her off, guiding her face closer, your other hand fisting your cock, still slick from her pussy, stroking it back to full hardness right in front of her.

“You can, and you will,” you growl, brushing the tip against her lips, smearing cum and her own spit across them. “Open your fucking mouth.”

She hesitates, just for a second, then gives in—her lips part wider, shaky but obedient, and you don’t waste time. You push in, slow at first, letting her feel every inch as your cock slides past her lips, over her tongue, hot and wet and fucking perfect. She gags a little, hands grabbing your thighs for balance, but you don’t let up—thrusting deeper, hitting the back of her throat, groaning loud as her warmth wraps around you. “Fuck, that’s it,” you mutter, voice tight, watching her struggle to take you, her eyes watering, spit already dripping down her chin to mix with the mess you left.

You grab her hair, both hands now, twisting it into a rough grip, and start moving her head, fucking her mouth like you fucked her pussy—hard, relentless, no mercy. She’s moaning around you, the sound muffled and wet, vibrating through your cock, and it’s driving you insane. “Look at me,” you snap, and her eyes flick up, teary and fucked-out, staring at you as you ram into her throat. Her lips stretch tight around you, red and swollen, spit pooling at the corners, and she’s choking, gagging, but she doesn’t pull away—her nails dig into your thighs, holding on as you use her.

“Goddamn, Seoyeon—you’re so fucking good at this,” you pant, hips jerking faster, the wet gluck-gluck of her sucking you filling the hallway, loud and nasty. You feel her tongue flatten, sliding under you, and she hollows her cheeks, sucking harder, sloppy and desperate like she’s trying to please you even now. Your balls tighten, that heat building fast, and you’re losing it—thrusting deeper, harder, watching her choke on you, tears streaking down her cum-stained face, and it’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen.

“Swallow it—fucking take it all,” you snarl, voice breaking, and she whimpers around you, nodding slightly as you shove in one last time, burying yourself deep. You cum hard, harder than before, a thick, hot rush spilling down her throat, and she gags, swallowing fast, some of it leaking out the sides of her mouth, dripping onto her chest, soaking into that thin white tee. You hold her there, groaning, “Fuck, yes,” as she takes it, her throat working around you, milking every last drop until you’re spent, shaking, barely standing.

You pull out slow, cock slick and heavy, a string of spit and cum connecting you to her lips as she gasps for air, coughing, her face a total wreck—tears, spit, cum, all of it smeared together. She slumps back against the wall, breathing ragged, staring up at you like she can’t believe what just happened, and you’re towering over her, panting, jeans still down, dick softening but still buzzing. The hallway’s trashed—wet spots on the floor, her clothes scattered, the air thick with sex—and you don’t care. You got her, tasted her, fucked her mouth, and it’s everything you didn’t know you needed.

“Seoyeon,” you mutter, voice shot, wiping sweat off your forehead, “you’re fucking unreal.” She just blinks, dazed, licking her lips like she can still taste you, and you know this is it—your career’s dead, your life’s fucked, but with her sitting there, ruined by you, it’s a price you’d pay a hundred times over.

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You’re still catching your breath, jeans tangled around your ankles, dick softening as you stare down at Seoyeon slumped against the wall. Her face is a fucking disaster—cum, spit, and tears streaked everywhere, her lips swollen, chest heaving under that soaked, flimsy tee. You figure that’s it, you’ve had your fill, wrecked her good, and you’re ready to bolt with the high still buzzing in your veins. You turn to grab the Tupperware, thinking you’ll just slip out, leave her to process the mess you’ve made of her. But then you hear her shift, a rustle of movement, and before you can react, she’s on her feet.

Her hand cracks across your face—hard, a stinging slap that snaps your head to the side, leaving your cheek burning. You stumble, shocked, grabbing your jaw, expecting her to be pissed, ready to scream about what a sick fuck you are. But she’s not angry—her eyes are blazing, wild, lips curling into something dangerous, something excited. “Think you can just get away with that?” she says, voice low and rough, dripping with heat. “I’m not fucking pleased yet.”

You don’t even get a chance to respond—she shoves you, hard, her hands slamming into your chest. You’re off balance, still half-dressed, and another push sends you crashing to the floor, your back hitting the cold tiles with a grunt. She’s on you in a flash, straddling your hips, her bare thighs clamping around you, still slick with her own cum and yours. Her shorts are long gone, that thin tee barely hanging on, and she’s glaring down at you, breathing fast, her whole vibe screaming control. It’s her turn now, and you’re fucked in the best way possible.

She grinds down on you, slow and deliberate, her wet pussy sliding over your cock—still sensitive as hell, twitching back to life under her heat. “You don’t get to just use me and walk off,” she growls, leaning down, her face inches from yours, that vanilla-chocolate scent mixing with the raw stink of sex. Her hand grabs your chin, nails digging in, forcing you to look at her. “I’m not done with you,” she spits, mocking your title like it’s a joke now, and then she kisses you—hard, messy, her tongue shoving into your mouth, tasting herself on you, owning you.

You’re rock hard again, no chance of fighting it, and she feels it—smirking against your lips as she shifts, lining you up. “You’re gonna fuck me till I say stop,” she says, voice dark, and then she sinks down, taking you in one smooth, tight drop. You groan loud, “Fuck, Seoyeon—!” as her pussy grips you, hot and soaked, squeezing like a vise. She doesn’t ease into it—she starts riding you fast, hips slamming down, her ass smacking your thighs, the wet slap-slap-slap filling the hallway, louder than anything before.

Her hands claw at your chest, ripping your shirt open, buttons popping off as she rakes her nails down your skin, leaving red streaks. “You like that, huh? Fucking an idol?” she taunts, voice ragged, leaning back so you can see her tits bounce under that thin fabric, nipples hard and poking through. You grab her hips, thrusting up to meet her, slamming into her as deep as you can, and she moans, loud and filthy, “Yes—fuck, harder!” The floor’s cold against your back, but she’s fire on top of you, riding you like she’s trying to break you, her pussy dripping down your cock, pooling on your stomach.

She reaches down, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast as she fucks you, her moans turning into sharp, desperate cries. “You’re gonna make me cum again—fucking do it,” she snarls, and you grab her ass, pulling her down harder, pounding up into her until the whole damn hallway feels like it’s shaking. Her walls tighten, fluttering around you, and she screams, “Shit, I—ahh!” cumming hard, a wet gush soaking you, running down your thighs, her body shuddering as she grinds through it, dragging you along.

You’re close again, balls tight, the heat unbearable, but she doesn’t stop—keeps riding, relentless, her eyes locked on yours, wild and unhinged. “Not yet,” she pants, slapping your chest, “I’m not fucking done.” She’s in charge now, and you’re her toy—floored, fucked, and loving every second of it, knowing you’ve crossed every line and there’s no going back.

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You’re still sprawled on the hallway floor, chest heaving, body slick with sweat and the sticky mix of her cum and yours. Seoyeon’s standing over you, her thighs glistening with the mess leaking out of her, that thin white tee clinging to her curves, nipples poking through, her breathing heavy but controlled now. She just fucked you senseless—rode you like a goddamn animal—and you’re wrecked, your dick soft and spent, jeans still bunched around your ankles. The hallway’s a disaster—wet streaks on the tiles, her shorts and panties kicked aside, the air thick with the stench of sex. You’re about to drag yourself up, thinking maybe you can still slip out of this fucked-up mess, when she steps closer, her bare foot nudging your thigh.

Her eyes are dark, sharp, cutting through the haze in your head. “Don’t even think about moving,” she says, voice low and icy, a stark shift from the wild moans she was letting out minutes ago. She crouches down, straddling your hips again, her wet pussy brushing your stomach as she leans in close, her face hovering over yours. “You started this shit,” she hisses, grabbing your jaw hard, nails biting into your skin. “You forced me, fucked me raw, and now you’re gonna pay for it.”

You try to mutter something—anything—but she slaps you again, not as hard this time, just enough to sting, her lips curling into that twisted, excited smirk. “I’m not pissed,” she says, almost laughing, “I fucking liked it. But I’m not letting you off easy. I’ll keep my mouth shut—nobody finds out about this little hallway fuckfest. But you? You’re mine now. My lapdog. You’ll do whatever the hell I say, whenever I say it. One slip, one word from me, and your life’s torched—career, reputation, all of it. Understand?”

Your head’s spinning, but you nod, throat dry, knowing she’s got you pinned. She’s an idol, tripleS’s golden S1, and you’re just some junior Editor dumb enough to cross every line with her. She stands up, slow and deliberate, your cum still dripping down her leg, and she wipes it with her fingers, smearing it across your chest like a fucking mark. “Good,” she says, stepping back, towering over you again. “Now get up—I’m not done with you.”

You stumble to your feet, legs shaky, jeans still a mess, and she grabs your shirt, yanking you toward her. “Back inside,” she orders, shoving you down the hall toward the living room. You hit the couch hard, falling onto it, and she’s on you in seconds, climbing into your lap, her knees digging into the cushions. She’s still wet, still hot, and she grinds down on you again, smirking as your dick twitches, trying to rally despite being fucked out. “You thought you’d just blow your load and bounce?” she taunts, voice dripping with mockery. “I’m not finished—you finish me.”

She grabs your hand, shoving it between her legs, forcing your fingers into her soaked pussy—still tight, still pulsing from before. “Make me cum again,” she demands, rocking her hips, riding your hand like it’s your cock. You’re too stunned to argue, sliding two fingers in, then three, pumping fast, curling them deep while she moans loud, “Fuck—yes, like that!” Her nails claw your shoulders, her head tips back, and she’s fucking your hand now, hard and sloppy, her juices dripping down your wrist, pooling on the couch.

It’s weird, fucked-up, her taking charge like this after everything, but it’s got you hooked—her moans, her body, the way she’s using you. She leans down, biting your lip, drawing blood this time, and you taste it as she kisses you, rough and hungry. “Faster—fucking do it,” she growls, and you obey, slamming your fingers in, thumb smashing her clit, and she’s loud—screaming, “Shit, I—ahh!” She cums hard again, a wet flood soaking your hand, the couch, her thighs quaking as she grinds through it, dragging it out, leaving you drenched and breathless.

She finally slows, panting, her forehead pressed to yours, her breath hot and ragged. Then she pulls back, eyes glinting with that same dangerous edge. “That’s better,” she says, voice hoarse but firm. “But listen good—I own you now. You’ll fuck me when I want, how I want, no questions. You’ll lick me clean, carry my shit, whatever I damn well please. I keep quiet, you keep your job—barely. Cross me, and I’ll ruin you so fast you won’t even have time to blink.”

She slides off you, standing up, cum still trickling down her leg, and grabs her shorts from the floor, tossing them over her shoulder like it’s nothing. “Clean this mess up,” she says, nodding at the wrecked hallway and soaked couch, “and be ready. I’ll call when I need my toy again.” She walks off, hips swaying, leaving you there—fucked senseless, marked, and completely under her thumb, knowing you’d do it all again in a heartbeat, no matter the cost.

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Long Day Ahead

Synopsis: You are the Road Manager of tripleS, Accompanying Yooyeon for a day as she did all of her schedule.

Time Background: Around NXT Arrival

Genre: Rough Sex, Body Worship, Lactation, Thigh Fucking, Oral Fixation, Scent, Teasing, Lap-sitting, Missionary

Words: 6.6k++

It’s early—too damn early—but you’re already at the radio station, parked in the waiting room with Yooyeon, tripleS’s resident cool girl. She’s sipping an iced coffee you grabbed for her, looking fresh despite the 6 a.m. call time, her long legs crossed, headphones dangling around her neck.

The day’s first gig is a live interview, some bubbly DJ duo hyping up tripleS’s latest comeback. Yooyeon’s fine at first—chill, even—smiling that small, practiced smile, answering questions like “How’s the new song coming?” with her usual smooth vibe. “It’s fun, we worked hard on it,” she says, voice steady, glancing at you through the glass booth like you’re her anchor.

The DJs keep it light for a while—favorite foods, dorm stories—but then one of them, a guy with a too-loud laugh, pivots. “So, Yooyeon, fans always talk about your visuals—any pressure to keep up that ‘perfect’ image?” It’s innocent enough, but you catch the flicker in her eyes, the way her smile tightens just a fraction.

She’s used to this shit—idols get asked dumb stuff all the time—but it still lands weird. “Uh, not really,” she says, shifting in her seat, fingers tugging at her sleeve. “I just do my thing, y’know?” Her tone’s still calm, but there’s an edge now, a little discomfort she’s brushing off like a pro.

The other DJ, a woman with a sharp grin, doubles down. “Come on, you’ve got to feel something—all those eyes on you, calling you the ‘face’ of tripleS!” Yooyeon laughs, short and forced, brushing her hair back. “Sure, it’s flattering, I guess. Can we talk about the music?” She’s deflecting, steering it back, and the DJs take the hint, moving on.

You’re leaning against the wall outside, arms crossed, watching her handle it—uncomfortable but tough, keeping that cool mask up. She’s got this, no doubt, but you can tell it’s chipping at her mood, the first crack in what’s about to be a long-ass day. You haven’t stepped in yet—she doesn’t need you to—but you’re ready, clocking every shift in her vibe as the interview wraps.

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The radio gig’s done by 9 a.m., and you’re back in the van, driving Yooyeon across Seoul to her next stop—a midday photoshoot for some fashion mag. She’s quiet on the ride, slouched in the passenger seat this time, staring out the window with her earbuds in, scrolling her phone.

You glance over—she’s still got that cool, composed look, but her jaw’s tight, her thumb flicking a little too fast. “You good?” you ask, keeping it casual, eyes on the road. She shrugs, popping an earbud out. “Yeah, just—whatever. Long day ahead.” Her voice is flat, tired already, but she forces a small smile, like she’s trying to convince herself more than you.

You pull up to the studio, a sleek warehouse setup with lights and racks of clothes everywhere. Yooyeon’s ushered in, transformed with makeup and a flowy outfit—high fashion, all sharp angles and bold colors. She’s a pro, hitting poses like it’s second nature, tilting her head just right, giving the camera those piercing looks she’s famous for. For a while, she’s killing it—directors nodding, photographers muttering “perfect”—and you’re leaning against a wall, arms crossed, proud she’s pushing through.

But then the director, some wiry guy with a clipboard and too much energy, starts piling on. “Yooyeon, more intensity—lift your chin higher—no, softer now—turn left—hold it—now jump, but make it natural!” It’s request after request, nonstop, and you see her falter, her shoulders stiffening, that cool mask slipping as she tries to keep up.

She’s still giving her best, but it’s too much—her moves get sharper, less fluid, and her eyes flick to you for a split second, a silent help. That’s your cue.

You step forward, clearing your throat, cutting through the chaos. “Hey, Director-nim,” you say, firm but polite, “can we ease up a bit? Yooyeon’s got a packed schedule today—radio, this, fan stuff later. She’s killing it, but let’s not burn her out, yeah? Gotta keep her mood solid.”

The director blinks, annoyed, but he knows you’re right—idols aren’t machines. He grumbles, “Fine, five-minute break,” waving her off. Yooyeon exhales, stepping aside, mouthing a quick “Thanks” to you as she grabs a water bottle. Her face is still tense, but there’s relief there, and you nod back—got her back, always.

The photoshoot drags on for another hour after your intervention, but Yooyeon powers through—poses sharp, eyes fierce, even with the director dialing it back. You’re watching from the sidelines, arms crossed, noting how her jaw clenches tighter with every flash, how her hands flex like she’s holding it together by a thread.

Finally, the director claps his hands, yelling, “Cut! That’s a wrap!” and it’s like a switch flips. Yooyeon doesn’t even wait for the crew to thank her—she’s done. She storms off the set, yanking at the heavy accessories pinned to her outfit, her face a mess of exhaustion and irritation.

“Get this things off me,” she mutters, loud enough for you to hear, ripping off a chunky necklace and tossing it onto a table, the clatter echoing. She’s peeling away the photoshoot glam—earrings, bracelets, some glittery sash—dumping it all as she marches toward the exit, her heels clicking hard against the floor.

Her makeup’s still perfect, but her expression? Pure fuck this—lips pressed thin, eyes narrowed, cheeks flushed from hours of holding it in. You grab her bag and jacket, jogging to catch up as she barrels out the studio door, not looking back.

She hits the fresh air outside and stops, hands on her hips, breathing heavy like she’s shedding the whole damn day. “Yooyeon,” you say, stepping up beside her, holding out her jacket.

She glances at you, exhales sharp through her nose, and snatches it, shrugging it on. “I’m so over this,” she snaps, voice low but shaky, rubbing her temples. “They act like I’m a doll—pose this, do that, smile prettier. Get off.” She’s blabbering now, exhaustion spilling out, and you just nod—letting her vent, knowing she’s been a trooper but even Yooyeon’s got a limit.

You’re standing outside the studio with Yooyeon, her jacket half-on, hair a little messy from tearing off the shoot gear, her face still flushed with that mix of exhaustion and piss-off. She’s pacing a little, like she’s trying to shake the day off her, and you step closer, hands in your pockets.

“Yooyeon,” you say, voice calm, testing the waters. “You wanna take a break? Grab a coffee, hit a restaurant—something to catch your breath before the fan sign? You’ve been going nonstop.”

She stops pacing, looks at you sharp, like she’s weighing it, then shakes her head quick. “No,” she says, firm, brushing her hair back with a tired hand. “I just wanna get this over with. Finish the damn schedule so I can crash early and not deal with anyone.”

Her voice is clipped, resolute—classic Yooyeon, pushing through even when she’s running on fumes. She zips her jacket up, exhaling hard, and nods toward the van. “Let’s go. Fans are waiting, right?” You catch the flicker of determination in her eyes—she’s beat, yeah, but she’s not about to slack off now.

You nod back, respecting it, and head to the driver’s side. “Alright, your call. Fan sign it is.” She climbs into the passenger seat, slumping down, staring out the window again, already bracing herself for the next round. You start the engine, knowing she’s tough as hell but wondering how long she can keep this up before she really breaks.

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You pull up to the venue—a small event hall buzzing with fans clutching albums and lightsticks, the air thick with excitement. It’s the last stop: a fan meet-and-sign, tripleS’s usual group thing, and Yooyeon’s finally not alone. She’s with the other members now—Hyerin, Yubin, maybe a few more—chattering and laughing as they pile out of the van, their energy a stark contrast to her drained silence.

You’re hoping they’ll lift her up, pull her out of that sour funk she’s been stewing in all day. The girls usually tease Yooyeon—she’s the cool, aloof one, easy to poke fun at—and normally she rolls with it, smirking back. Maybe they’ll cheer her up, you think, trailing behind with her bag.

But it doesn’t go that way. The event kicks off, fans screaming as the members line up on stage, waving, signing albums, playing their usual games. Yooyeon’s there, forcing smiles, pen in hand, but you can see it—she’s brittle, barely holding on.

The members don’t clock it; they don’t know she’s been through hell today, the radio digs, the photoshoot grind. Yubin starts it, leaning over with a grin, “Yooyeon-unnie, you look like you’re ready to nap through this—did you stay up gaming again?” The crowd laughs, Hyerin piles on, “Yeah, she’s probably mad her KDA fly last night!” It’s their usual ribbing, lighthearted to them, but Yooyeon’s not laughing. Her jaw tightens, eyes darken, and she mutters, “Hilarious,” under her breath, but it’s sharp, not playful.

The teasing keeps going—another member flicks her hair, “Unnie’s too cool to smile today!”—and that’s it. Yooyeon snaps. She drops her pen mid-signature, stands up abruptly, chair scraping loud, and walks off stage without a word.

The fans gasp, the members freeze, mid-laugh, staring after her like what the hell? Yubin calls out, “Unnie, come on, it’s just a joke!” but Yooyeon’s already gone, disappearing behind the curtain, leaving them to play it off awkwardly. You’re by the sidelines, watching it unfold, knowing she’s not being dramatic—she’s just done, the day’s bullshit piling up ‘til she couldn’t take one more hit.

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Yooyeon’s off stage, vanished behind the curtain, leaving the fan sign in awkward chaos—the members scrambling to keep the energy up, fans whispering, the whole vibe off-kilter. You’re about to follow her, check if she’s okay, when your phone buzzes.

It’s management, a text that hits like a punch: One more schedule for Yooyeon tonight—collab shoot with a content creator, 9 p.m. Pays big. She’s free all day tomorrow to rest.

You stare at it, gut sinking. Another fucking thing? Today’s already been a meat grinder for her—radio, photoshoot, fans piling on, and now the members tipping her over the edge. You hate this part of the job, being the bearer of bad news, especially when she’s clearly frayed to the breaking point.

You slip backstage, finding her slumped in a folding chair, elbows on her knees, head in her hands. Her jacket’s half-off, hair a mess from running her fingers through it, and she doesn’t even look up when you step in. “Yooyeon,” you start, voice low, hesitant, “you okay?” She huffs, not moving.

“Do I look okay? I’m done with today.” Her tone’s biting, frustration spilling out, and you can’t blame her—she’s been a trooper, but everyone’s got a limit.

You shift your weight, dreading what’s next. “Yeah, I get it. Rough as hell out there. But, uh… management just texted. They added one more thing tonight—a shoot with some content creator, 9 p.m. Pays good, though, and you’re off all day tomorrow.”

She snaps her head up, eyes narrowing like you just slapped her. “You’re kidding, right?” she says, voice low but venomous, standing up fast. “Another fucking schedule? Today?” Her hands ball into fists, and you hold yours up quick, trying to soften it.

“I know, I know—it sucks. I hate telling you this. You’ve been through enough already.” She stares at you, breathing hard, then turns away, kicking the chair leg with a sharp thud.

“Fine. Whatever. Let’s just get it done,” she mutters, resigned but pissed, grabbing her bag. You feel like shit, trailing after her, knowing she’s running on fumes and you’re the one dragging her back into the fire.

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You pull up to the shoot location at 8 p.m., a small studio decked out with lights and a green screen, the crew already buzzing to prep for this last-minute gig. Yooyeon’s in the passenger seat, silent the whole ride, her grumpy face set in stone—lips pressed thin, brows furrowed, arms crossed tight.

You park, grab your clipboard, and lead her inside for the briefing. It’s a quick collab with some hotshot content creator—30-minute record, plus setup and wrap, one hour total.

She flips through the script you hand her, scanning lines with a scowl, muttering under her breath, “Stupid… so stupid.” She’s enduring it, barely, the promise of a full day off tomorrow the only thing keeping her from walking out right then.

You’re running through the rundown with the crew—basic Q&A, some goofy poses—when the clock ticks past 9 p.m. The content creator’s late. Five minutes turns to fifteen, then forty-five, and Yooyeon’s patience—already razor-thin—snaps.

She’s pacing now, heels clicking hard, tossing the script on a table. “Where is the guy? I’m not here to wait around,” she spits, voice loud enough to make the crew flinch. You try to smooth it, “He’s stuck in traffic—almost here,” but she just glares, “Yeah, sure,” and slumps into a chair, tapping her foot like a bomb timer.

Finally, the dude rolls in—some smug YouTuber type, all apologies and charm—and she doesn’t even look at him, just stands up, ready to get it over with.

The shoot goes off, miraculously smooth despite the delay. Yooyeon’s a pro—nails the lines, hits the marks, even fakes a laugh or two—but it’s mechanical, no heart in it. The creator’s hyped, oblivious, cracking jokes she doesn’t bite at.

The second the director calls “cut” at 10:15, she’s done.

No goodbyes, no “nice work”—she grabs her jacket, shoves her bag over her shoulder, and storms out, heels echoing as she beelines for the van.

You’re left nodding at the crew, “Uh, thanks, she’s just tired,” before jogging after her. She’s already in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, not a word, like she couldn’t give less of a damn about the shoot, the pay, or anything but crashing the second she’s home.

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You slide into the driver’s seat, the van door slamming shut behind you as Yooyeon sits there, rigid in the passenger seat, staring out the windshield like she’s plotting someone’s murder. The shoot’s done, the night’s finally over, but the air’s thick—her silence louder than any rant.

You start the engine, pulling out of the lot, the hum of the road filling the quiet. She’s got her arms crossed, jacket pulled tight, and her face is still that grumpy mask, exhaustion etched deep in the lines around her eyes. You steal a glance—she’s Yooyeon, tripleS’s ice queen, but right now she’s just a tired girl who’s had enough.

“Freaking clown show,” she mutters after a minute, breaking the silence, voice low and bitter.

“Forty-five minutes late, and he’s grinning like it’s fine. I should’ve just left.” She’s talking more to herself than you, but you nod anyway, keeping your eyes on the road.

“Yeah, that was bullshit,” you say, casual but firm, agreeing without pushing. “You did good, though—nailed it, even pissed off.” She snorts, a half-laugh, half-scoff, uncrossing her arms to rub her temples. “Good? I was on autopilot. Hope he chokes on the footage.”

You let the quiet settle again, streetlights flickering past, then try something softer.

“Day’s done now. Crash tomorrow—all day. You earned it.” She shifts, glancing at you for the first time, her expression softening just a notch—not much, but enough. “Yeah,” she says, quieter, leaning her head back against the seat. “Gonna sleep ‘til I forget today happened.”

A beat passes, then she adds, dry but almost playful, “You’re not off the hook, though—management’s still your fault.”

You smirk, “Fair. I’ll take the hit.” She rolls her eyes, but there’s a ghost of a smile, and for a second, the tension cracks—just you two, the road, and her thawing out, one grudging word at a time.

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The van’s rolling through Seoul’s quiet streets, the city lights smearing past as Yooyeon slumps deeper into the passenger seat, her head lolling against the headrest. She’s still got that worn-out edge, but the sharp bite in her voice has dulled, softened by the promise of rest.

You keep your hands loose on the wheel, glancing over at her. “Hey,” you say, breaking the hum of the engine, “wanna stop somewhere first? Grab some food, maybe hit a convenience store—whatever you’re feeling?” It’s an olive branch, a chance to unwind before crashing.

She doesn’t answer right away, just stares out the window, then shakes her head slow. “No,” she murmurs, voice raspy, shifting to sit up a little.

“I’m not hungry. Just—pull over somewhere, okay? I need a massage.” She rolls her shoulders, wincing slightly, and you can see it—the day’s tension knotted up in her neck, her back, all those hours of posing and faking smiles. You raise an eyebrow, half-smirking.

“A massage? What, you think I’m a spa on wheels now?” She shoots you a look—grumpy but almost amused. “You’re my manager, figure it out. I’m stiff as hell.”

You chuckle, spotting a quiet side street up ahead and easing the van over, parking under a dim streetlamp. “Alright” you say, killing the engine, turning to face her. “Where’s it hurt?” She points at her shoulders, then her neck, slumping back with a groan.

“Everywhere. Just—do something, I don’t care.” She’s exhausted and demanding, and now you’re her impromptu masseuse, stuck in a parked van with a job you didn’t sign up for—but you’re not complaining, not really.

You shift closer, sliding behind her seat, hands hovering over her jacket. “Alright, let’s see,” you mutter, starting safe, pressing your thumbs into her shoulders, kneading the knots there. She’s stiff as hell—muscles tight, locked up from the day—and she barely reacts, just tilts her head back, eyes closed, letting out a tired, “Harder.”

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You dig in deeper, working her traps, but your hands slip lower, testing the waters, brushing her chest, then squeezing her boobs over the fabric, bold and reckless. She doesn’t flinch—doesn’t even open her eyes. “Yooyeon—uh, is this… good?” you ask, half-expecting a slap, but she just sighs, voice flat.

“Yeah, whatever. They’re stiff too—everything hurts. Do what you want, just make me relax.” Her boobs are firm, tense like the rest of her, and she’s sitting there unbothered, giving you free rein.

You’re thrown—heart pounding, dick stirring—but you roll with it, squeezing harder, massaging her chest like it’s part of the deal, trying to ease the tension there. “Dammit,” you mutter under your breath, hands working her over, feeling her softness through her shirt, her bra.

She exhales slow, a little softer now, sinking into the seat. “That’s… better,” she mumbles, still deadpan, like you’re not groping her, like it’s just another massage trick. You push further, sliding a hand under her shirt, skin-on-skin, cupping her bare tit—warm, heavy, her nipple stiff against your palm. She doesn’t care, just shifts slightly, letting you.

“Anything, huh?” you say, voice low, and she nods, barely audible, “Anything. Just… do it.” You’re in deep now, kneading her chest, her shoulders, whatever it takes—her rules, her exhaustion, and you’re the one making her unwind, no limits, no fucks given.

You’re behind Yooyeon now, the van’s dim interior closing in, her body sinking into the seat as your hands work her chest—thumbs circling her stiff nipples under her shirt, kneading her tits hard, feeling her soften under your grip.

She’s still got her eyes closed, breathing slow, that grumpy wall cracking as she starts to relax. You lean in closer, face brushing her hair, and catch her scent—vanilla, sweat, a hint of her perfume from the shoot. It hits you, primal and sharp, and you can’t stop yourself—burying your nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling deep, her warmth radiating against your skin.

She tilts her head slightly, giving you more space, and that’s your cue. Your lips graze her neck, then you bite—soft at first, teeth sinking in just enough to mark her, tasting the salt of her skin.

She gasps, a low, shaky “Ahhh…” slipping out, but her eyes stay shut, body melting further into you. Your hands don’t stop—rubbing her boobs harder, squeezing, feeling her nipples pebble under your palms, her bra shoved up now, bare skin yours to claim. You bite again, sharper this time, sucking the spot, and she moans—quiet, raw, her shoulders loosening, tension bleeding out.

“Yooyeon,” you mutter against her neck, voice rough, sniffing her again—addicted to her smell—while your hands roam, possessive, relentless. She’s limp in your hold, starting to relax, not caring how far you take it.

“Keep going,” she whispers, barely audible, head lolling back against you, and it’s clear—she’s letting go, trusting you to unravel her completely, no matter how messy it gets.

You’ve got Yooyeon pinned against the seat, your mouth still on her neck—kissing, biting, sucking—her skin hot and salty under your lips, her scent flooding your senses.

One hand’s cupping her neck, thumb brushing her pulse, feeling it race, while the other’s under her shirt, playing with her boobs—squeezing, rolling her nipples between your fingers, her bra long pushed aside.

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She’s starting to let go, body slumping against you, but her mouth’s running now, words spilling out in a messy, tired rant. “Fucking listen to me,” she mumbles, voice slurry, eyes still shut tight. “I’ve been working my ass off all day—radio, photos, fans, that dumbass creator—so fucking hard, and I’m done.”

She shifts, pressing her chest harder into your hand, like she’s demanding more, her breath hitching as you bite her neck again, harder this time.

“You’re my manager, right? You do what I say—every damn word,” she slurs, half-moaning, half-ordering, her fingers gripping your arm. “I’ve earned this—earned a fucking break—so make me relax, now, however you want, just—fuck—do it.” She’s blabbering, a mix of exhaustion and need, she is unloading all her frustration while you’re working her over, her tits soft and heavy in your grip, her neck marked red from your teeth.

You pull back just enough to mutter against her skin, “Yeah, I hear you—worked too damn hard, huh?” then dive back in, sucking harder, hands roaming—squeezing her chest, tracing her curves—obeying her every slurred command.

She groans, “Yes—fuck, like that,” head tipping back, finally relaxing, giving in completely, trusting you to take the reins and melt her stress away, no matter how rough or reckless it gets.

Yooyeon’s still rambling, her voice a tired, needy mess—“Fuck, just keep going, I deserve this”—while you’re sucking her neck, hands kneading her tits, feeling her unwind under you.

But then she shifts, sudden and bold, twisting around in the seat to face you. Before you can react, she’s swinging a leg over, climbing onto your lap, straddling you—her thighs clamping tight around your hips, her chest pressing against yours. Her hands snake up, wrapping around your shoulders, fingers digging into your back as she locks eyes with you, dark and wild, exhaustion mixing with raw want.

She doesn’t wait—she crashes her lips onto yours, hard and messy, kissing you like she’s unloading every second of her shitty day into it. Her mouth’s hot, desperate, tasting faintly of mint from some gum she chewed earlier, and she’s not holding back—tongue shoving in, sloppy and hungry, moaning into you as her hands grip tighter.

You kiss her back, just as fierce, one hand sliding up her back, the other still cupping her boob, squeezing hard through her shirt. “Fuck, Yooyeon,” you mutter against her lips, but she doesn’t stop—deepens it, biting your bottom lip, grinding her hips down on you, her shorts riding up as she presses herself closer.

Her boobs are mashed against your chest now, soft and heavy, and she’s rocking into you, friction building, her breath hitching between kisses. “More—,” she gasps, pulling back just to yank her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside, leaving her in just a bra that’s barely holding on. She grabs your hands, slamming them back onto her tits, “Touch me,” and dives in again, kissing you harder, tongue wrestling yours, her whole body trembling but alive—she is on your lap, demanding you unravel her completely, no limits, no stopping.

Yooyeon’s on your lap, her shirt gone, bra barely clinging to her chest as she kisses you raw—tongue clashing, lips bruising, her hands tugging your hair. She’s grinding down hard, her shorts shifting, thighs flexing, all heat and need.

You break the kiss, panting, and drop your mouth to her chest—yanking her bra down, freeing her tits, full and heavy, nipples already stiff. Latching onto one, sucking hard, tongue flicking fast over the bud. She gasps sharp—“Ahh, yes, like that!”—arching into you, her hands gripping your shoulders, urging you on.

You suck harder, relentless, teeth grazing her nipple, and then it happens—a warm, faint trickle hits your tongue, sweet and unexpected. Milk.

She’s lactating, and she doesn’t flinch—just pats your head, soft but firm, like she’s guiding you. “Keep going—milk me,” she moans, voice low and wrecked, her hips still rolling against you. You don’t stop—sucking deeper, pulling the thin stream into your mouth, the taste mixing with her skin, her scent, driving you wild. Your other hand squeezes her free tit, coaxing more out, a bead forming, dripping down your fingers as you work her over.

She’s trembling now, panting, her hands sliding to your neck, petting you like you’re her damn pet, her body shuddering under the release. You switch nipples, sucking just as hard, milk flowing freer now, wetting your lips, your chin, her chest slick with it.

She’s straddling you in this van, letting you drain her, her exhaustion turning into something raw and primal—patting you, moaning, completely lost in it as you milk her dry, no boundaries left between you.

Yooyeon’s straddling you, moaning as you suck her nipples dry, milk dripping down your chin, her hands petting your head while her tits tremble in your grip. She’s a mess—panting, half-gone—but you’re not done.

You grab her waist, sudden and rough, lifting her just enough to flip her down onto the car seat. She yelps, “Fuck!” as you pin her flat on her back, the leather creaking under her. You snatch her arms, yanking them up over her head, pinning them there with one hand, her wrists trapped in your grip. She squirms, but she’s too tired, too into it, to fight back.

And there they are—her armpits, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the ones fans lose their minds over in comments, thirsting for a glimpse. Exposed now, bare and raw, they’re yours.

You dive in, no hesitation—tongue flat, licking a slow, hungry stripe up her left pit. It’s sweet, salty, a sharp tang of her natural scent hitting you hard—unfiltered, musky, pure Yooyeon.

“Shit—!” she gasps, twitching under you, but you don’t stop, licking again, deeper, tasting her, the mix of sweat and skin driving you fucking crazy. Her body odor’s intense, primal, and it’s got you hooked, your dick throbbing harder in your jeans.

She’s pinned, helpless, her tits still leaking faintly, her chest heaving as you lick her pit clean, then switch to the other—sucking this time, burying your face in it, her scent overwhelming, dizzying. “You’re fucking insane,” she breathes, voice shaky, but there’s a thrill in it, her arms flexing against your hold, not to escape but to feel it more.

You growl against her skin, “You said anything—just relax,” and keep going, licking, tasting, losing yourself in her, she is sprawled out under you, her glistening pits the star of this wild, unhinged moment.

You’ve got Yooyeon pinned to the car seat, her arms still locked above her head, her pits slick from your tongue, her tits heaving as she catches her breath.

You’re too far gone now—hands dropping to her jeans, yanking the zipper down fast, tugging them off her hips with a rough pull. Her panties come next, a quick rip down her legs, and there they are—her tight, toned thighs, smooth and glistening with a faint sheen of sweat, flexing slightly as she shifts under you.

It’s too much—your cock’s straining, aching, and you can’t hold back anymore. You fumble with your jeans, freeing yourself, hard and throbbing, and slide it right between those perfect thighs.

“Fuck—Yooyeon,” you groan, pressing her legs together, trapping your dick in that tight, warm gap, starting to thrust—rubbing against her skin, the friction insane, raw and kinky.

She hesitates, eyes flickering open, a little thrown. “You can just fuck me, y’know,” she says, voice shaky, still dazed but offering, her thighs parting slightly like she’s giving in.

But you shake your head, grinning dark. “No—want this first. Neck, pits, thighs—then we’ll get there.” You’re hooked on the build-up, the weird, wild shit—her neck bitten red, her armpits licked clean, now her thighs squeezing you as you fuck them hard, the leather seat creaking under the motion.

She’s not used to this, sprawled out, jeans off, letting you use her body like this. She doesn’t stop you, though—just lies there, breathing heavy, thighs flexing instinctively as you thrust between them, pre-cum slicking her skin. “You’re fucking weird,” she mutters, half-amused, half-exhausted, but she doesn’t fight it—lets you have your way, her hesitation fading as she relaxes into it, trusting you to chase whatever kinky high you’re after before the real deal.

You’re thrusting between Yooyeon’s tight thighs, her skin slick with sweat and your pre-cum, the friction driving you wild as her legs flex around your cock. The van’s rocking slightly, windows fogging up, the air thick with her scent—neck, pits, now this—and she’s just lying there, letting you use her however you want.

Her jeans and panties are bunched at her ankles, her thighs trembling from the pressure, and you’re grunting low, “Fuck—feels so good,” hands gripping her hips to keep her steady as you fuck harder, faster, chasing that edge.

She’s watching you now, eyes half-open, still dazed but curious—her breath hitching every time your cock slides close to her pussy but doesn’t go in. “You’re really into this, huh?” she says, voice raspy, a faint smirk tugging at her lips despite herself.

She shifts her thighs, squeezing them tighter around you, and it’s like a goddamn vice—your head spins, hips jerking, the heat building too fast. “Yeah—love it,” you mutter, one hand sliding up to squeeze her tit again, still wet from her milk, the other pinning her thigh in place. She moans soft, “Weird… but okay,” relaxing more, letting you grind into her, her hesitation gone.

Your cock’s throbbing now, trapped between her thighs, brushing her pussy lips with every thrust but not entering—not yet. You lean down, biting her neck again, tasting her sweat, her pulse racing under your tongue, and she gasps, “Shit!” Her hands grab your shoulders, not pushing, just holding on, nails digging in as you fuck her thighs raw, the kinky rush—neck, pits, now this—pushing you closer to losing it completely. She’s limp under you, pliant, letting you take her apart piece by piece, and you know the real fuck’s coming soon—but this? This is the appetizer, and you’re savoring every second.

You’re still fucking Yooyeon’s thighs, her tight, sweaty skin gripping your cock as you thrust, her moans soft and ragged under you. But you want more—want her to feel it all.

You pull back, hands rough, yanking her panties the rest of the way off her ankles, tossing them aside. There it is—her pussy, pink and wet, glistening in the dim van light, lips swollen and begging. She’s sprawled out, thighs spread, chest heaving, and you can see it in her eyes—she’s ready to finally let go, to relax into you completely.

You shift, grabbing your cock—hard, slick with her sweat and pre-cum—and slide it down, rubbing the tip against her pussy mouth, slow and deliberate. Not in yet—just teasing, tracing her slit, brushing her clit, watching her twitch every time you graze it. “Ahh..” she breathes, voice breaking, hips lifting slightly, chasing you, wanting it.

You smirk, keeping it light, dragging your cockhead through her wetness, coating it, making her squirm. “Relax, Yooyeon,” you mutter, low and rough, “gonna feel good soon,” and she whimpers, “Please—just do it,” her hands clutching your arms, nails biting in.

She’s tense, needy, her pink pussy dripping, and you’re loving it—rubbing yourself against her, feeling her heat, her slickness, drawing it out ‘til she’s panting, desperate. You bite her neck again, sucking hard, one hand squeezing her tit, the other guiding your cock, teasing her entrance, dipping just the tip in then pulling back. “Just—stop teasing!” she gasps, half-laughing, half-pissed, her body trembling under you, and you know you’ve got her right where you want—unraveling, begging, ready to take you and finally relax after this hell of a day.

You’ve got Yooyeon trembling beneath you, her wet, pink pussy slick against your cock as you tease her entrance, her please—“Stop teasing!”—ringing in your ears.

Enough games—you’re done holding back. You grab her hips, hard, yanking her up just enough, and thrust in—deep, rough, no warning, burying your cock all the way in her tight heat.

She cries out, “Shit—!” back arching off the seat, her nails clawing your arms as you slam into her, fast and relentless, the van rocking with every stroke.

Her pussy’s gripping you, hot and wet, squeezing tight as you fuck her hard—none of that slow buildup now, just raw, brutal need.

“Fuck—yes, like that!” she moans, voice breaking, her legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you deeper. You don’t stop—hips snapping, skin slapping skin, her thighs quaking, her tits bouncing with every thrust. You lean down, biting her neck again, sucking hard enough to bruise, one hand pinning her wrist above her head, the other digging into her hip as you pound her into the leather seat unraveling completely under you.

She’s loud—gasping, cursing, “Harder—fuck me, harder!”—and you give it to her, slamming in so deep she’s shaking, her pussy clenching, soaking you as you rail her without mercy. The air’s thick—sweat, sex, her moans filling the van—and you’re grunting, “Gonna relax now, huh?” She nods, frantic, eyes squeezed shut, “Yes—fuck, yes!” and you feel her starting to break, her body giving in, tension snapping as you fuck her rough and fast, no teasing, just taking her hard ‘til she’s gone.

You’re slamming into Yooyeon, rough and fast, her pussy tight and soaking around your cock, the seat creaking under the force of every thrust. She’s a mess—moaning, shaking, her legs locked around you—and you don’t let up, one hand sliding down between her thighs, fingers finding her clit.

You rub it hard, fast circles, matching the brutal pace of your hips, and she jolts like she’s been shocked, “Fuck—, yes!” her voice raw, head thrown back as you fuck her senseless, grinding her clit under your thumb, driving her wild.

She’s losing it—body tensing, pussy clenching tighter, and then she cums, hard and sudden, a sharp “Shit—!” ripping from her throat. Her squirt gushes out, hot and wet, soaking your cock, your hand, dripping down her thighs onto the seat, breaking apart under you, trembling, gasping as it hits her.

But you’re not done—your dick’s still rock hard, pulsing, and you keep going, thrusting deep through her climax, her warmth wrapping you tighter now, slicker, hotter from her release. “Fuck—so hot down there,” you grunt, feeling her pussy quiver, still gripping you as you pound her relentlessly.

She’s whimpering now, oversensitive, “Fuck, I—” but you don’t stop, hips snapping, clit still under your fingers, rubbing ‘til she’s twitching, her squirt making everything slippery, messy.

You’re close, heat building fast, her wet, shuddering pussy pushing you to the edge, but you hold on, fucking her through it, chasing your own finish while she’s sprawled there, wrecked and panting, totally at your mercy.

You’re hammering into Yooyeon, her pussy drenched and pulsing around you, clit twitching under your fingers as you fuck her hard, her squirt still slicking everything. She’s a wreck—whimpering, shaking, oversensitive—but you’re teetering on the edge, heat surging, cock throbbing, too close to hold back.

“Fuck—gonna cum,” you growl, and in that split second, you pull out—her pussy gaping, wet and hot, her thighs trembling as you leave her empty. She gasps, “What—!” but you’re already moving, fast, grabbing her head, yanking her up toward you.

You shove your cock into her mouth, no pause—rough, deep, hitting the back of her throat. She gags, eyes watering, but doesn’t pull away, lips wrapping tight around you as you thrust once, twice, and then it hits.

“Shit—!” You cum hard, hot spurts flooding her mouth, pulsing down her throat as you grip her hair, holding her there. She’s, taking it all—moaning around you, swallowing fast, her tongue flicking against you as you empty yourself, every last drop. You pull out slow, her lips slick with spit and cum, a string dangling as she coughs, panting, staring up at you, dazed but sated.

You collapse back, breathing ragged, cock slick and softening, while she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, slumping against the seat. The van’s a mess—sweat, cum, her squirt soaking the leather—and she mutters, “Finally relaxed,” voice hoarse, a tired smirk tugging at her lips. You grin back, spent, knowing you’ve just wrecked her in the best way after her hell of a day.

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You’re slumped back in the driver’s seat, chest heaving, the air heavy with sweat and sex, Yooyeon sprawled beside you—lips still glistening with your cum, her breathing slowing as she wipes her mouth, smirking that tired, satisfied smirk. The van’s a disaster—leather wet, windows fogged—and you’re cooling down, adrenaline fading, but your cock? Still hard, big and heavy, twitching like it’s got a mind of its own. She notices, glancing down, and you catch her eye, grinning dark.

You grabbing your dick—thick, slick from her—and lean over, spanking her face with it, a light slap-slap against her cheek. She jolts, eyes widening, then laughs, low and hoarse, “Wh—what the hell?”

You do it again, harder, the wet smack echoing in the tight space, and say, “Good girl, Yooyeon—real good today.”

Your voice is rough, praising her, and you drag your cock across her lips, teasing, leaving a faint streak of cum and spit. She doesn’t flinch—just smirks wider, sticking her tongue out a little, licking the tip like it’s nothing.

“Worked hard, took it all—proud of you,” you add, tapping her face one last time with it, then leaning back, cock still up, unapologetic.

She’s flushed and wrecked, chuckling soft, “Thanks, I guess,” as she adjusts her bra, pulls her shorts up, still dazed but clearly pleased. The tension’s gone—she’s relaxed, fucked out, and you’ve capped it with this dirty, playful little encore.

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Works

One-shots

tripleS

The Freshman (Remake) (Original), ft. tripleS Yoon Seoyeon

The Grand Prize, ft. tripleS Yoon Seoyeon

The Comfort of Home, ft. tripleS Mayu

The Best Way to Celebrate A Birthday, ft tripleS Nien

The Queen from The East, ft. tripleS Kotone

The White Swan, ft. tripleS Ji Seoyeon

The Lost Sweetheart, ft. tripleS Kaede

The Anniversary, ft. tripleS Kim Yooyeon

Billlie

The Beauty and The Brawn, ft. Billlie Sheon

ICHILLIN'

The Guardian Angel, ft. ICHILLIN' Joonie

fromis_9

The Past Never Passes, ft. fromis_9 Jang Gyuri

Red Velvet

The Heart-lifter, ft. Red Velvet Seulgi

The Second Chance, ft. Red Velvet Wendy

The Second Lease on Love, ft. Red Velvet Wendy

Kep1er

The Blank Slate, ft. Kep1er Chaehyun

Series

The Outing Trip

The Outing Trip pt. 1, ft. tripleS Xinyu

The Outing Trip pt. 2, ft. tripleS Xinyu, Dahyun

The Outing Trip pt. 3, ft. tripleS Xinyu, Dahyun, Nakyoung

The Outing Trip pt. 4, ft. tripleS Dahyun

The Vacation Trip (Sequel), ft. tripleS Xinyu, Nakyoung

The Twins and Their Queens

The Twins and Their Queens pt. 1, ft. NMIXX Jiwoo

The Twins and Their Queens pt. 2, ft. STAYC Seeun

The Office Romance

The Office Romance pt. 1, ft. tripleS Yoon Seoyeon & Kep1er Dayeon

The Office Romance pt. 2, ft. tripleS Yoon Seoyeon

The Wife

The Loving Wife, ft. Red Velvet Irene

The Determined Wife, ft. Red Velvet Irene

The Tireless Wife, ft. Red Velvet Irene

The Lesbians

The Crazy Lesbians pt. 1, ft. tripleS Sohyun, Xinyu

The Crazy Lesbians pt. 2, ft. tripleS Sohyun, Xinyu

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Can't help but to post this

#gfriend #sowon #yerin #eunha #yuju #sinb #umji #Youtube

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Savior Chapter 1

Trigger warnings: Mention of suicide, Cheating, blood, self-harm.

A stable source of income, a roof above their head, and few trustworthy friends are the dream for everyone. You had all of those things but life still felt very empty. While being driven down the roads of Seoul, you stop at a traffic light and look at the billboard with a picture of you receiving the award for becoming the youngest billionaire in Korea. All the accomplishments mean nothing to you because in the end you still weren’t enough for her.

The car comes to a stop signaling that you were at your destination, as you walk to your office people greet you with respect and some with admiration. You always replied with a smile and a nod. After settling down in the office you call your secretary “ hey, Choa how are you? Please tell me there is a lot of work for me to do today”

Choa was your secretary, she was a beautiful woman and a really good friend of yours, “Luckily for you, there is a lot of work that needs to be done. You need to make the decision on whether or not to invest in Seoul Logistics, there is some paperwork that needs to be signed, and other than that you also have a dinner scheduled with the CEO of Busan Motorworks.”

“Thank you so much!” you say with a smile on your face

“Did you have breakfast?” Choa asks

“ No, I woke up late today, I was busy watching some K-drama and didn’t notice how late it was”

Choa shakes her head in disappointment and says “yeah, I completely forgot your obsession with K-dramas and I am going to get you some food so do you have anything you want?”

“I will eat after I get some work done Choa, I am not that hungry” you start reading the documents in front of you.

“Oh shut it the last time you said that you didn’t eat the entire day and I found you unconscious in the office,” Choa said

“Fine, get what you want, I will eat it, and is that the way you speak to someone who pays your wages?” You say playfully with a smirk on your face

“Fire me if you want then, I know that you won’t survive for a week without me,” she says, You laugh at her comment and nod in agreement

Choa brings you a chicken sandwich with a Matcha latte, you thank her and get back to staring at the computer as you are thinking about what you should do, this investment was a very large one and you desperately wanted to get it correct, finally, by doing some analysis and studying past trends you decide that you should invest in the company. Working was the best way to stop thinking about her every minute and you needed to get her out of your mind before she completely destroys you.

Reading and signing the documents took a lot longer than you expected, it was almost time for the dinner meeting so you left immediately for the hotel. The venue for the dinner was a 2 Michelin star restaurant. You walk into the private dining room with a few other people, and you notice a familiar face in the room, “I was not expecting that you would be here for the meeting today Ryan” you say as you walk toward him

“Yeah I was not planning on going but I won’t be here for long my wife wanted to go somewhere” hearing him say that you almost felt a little jealous because he found someone that loved him and cared, but you were happy for him as you knew very well about all the hardships that he had gone through.

“Take care man hope to see you more often, hit me up when you are in town and want to hang out,” you said and went to your assigned seat as the food was being served.

The dinner was very boring, it was mostly about business, you finish the dinner and decide to head back home as it has been a long day. The drive home was a time when your thoughts ran wild and made you think about her, the girl who cheated on you, blamed the entire situation on you saying that I wasn’t enough and that you should never date another woman because you were useless. Remembering the things she said to you was very painful and almost brought tears to your eyes, the breakup happened a week ago and the wounds were still fresh. The memories that you wanted to forget and drown out so badly wouldn’t go away it was almost like the whole scene was playing in your mind over and over again.

After reaching home, you took a cold shower and poured yourself a glass of whiskey, sipping on it while staring at the city view. Your thoughts begin to spiral again but the sound of a notification pulls you out, you go to check your phone and see the name that you never wanted to see ever again. The message was from Miyeon, your ex, you opened the message to find a video of her having sex with another man. The message under the video said “This is what I have been doing behind your back since the first day of our relationship, you meant nothing to me, I used you for your money and since you found out and broke up with me here is a parting gift, This video was taken on the day of our 1 year anniversary the day I said I couldn’t make it because I was busy. Bye and enjoy the video”

The video and message really sent you off the edge. You were barely holding on, she had meant everything to you, the past week had been very difficult for you, not being able to sleep, forcing yourself to eat and even throwing up from time to time. The glass of whiskey in your hand shattered from how tight you were holding it, the pain felt comforting and almost inviting as it helped take your mind off of her. Shattered glass everywhere and broken furniture everywhere, you had finally decided that this was enough and that you wanted to end everything so you went to the roof, the fall was 20 floors guaranteeing a 0% chance of survival.

Standing on the edge on the other side of the railing felt thrilling and also comforting knowing the fact that this was going to be the end and that you wouldn’t have to face Miyeon ever again. As you were about to Jump off the door to the roof opens, and a girl walks onto the roof and is shocked by the situation that she is witnessing. She takes a deep breath and says “Don’t do it, whatever is causing you to contemplate death is going to pass, don’t give them the pleasure of letting you win. I have been in your place contemplating death but there is light at the end of the tunnel trust me, get down, please. Talk to me about it, I am a complete stranger and you can vent to me.

You turn around to find an average-height woman with short black hair. she was pretty and her eyes were full of hope and were begging for you not to jump. Not wanting to traumatize a young woman you decide to step back to the safer side of the railing and hear what she has to say and maybe jump after she leaves.

“I am Gaeul, what is your name?”

End of part 1

This entire concert performance was amazing! Kim Gaeul your beauty should be worshipped.

#kpop smut #ive smut #gaeul #ive #gaeul smut #smut

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Savior- Chapter 2

“I am Gaeul, what is your name?” She said while holding out her hand

Looking at the hand she held out, the entire situation bewildered you “I am Hwang y/n” You say and show her your palm which is covered in blood and glass shards.

“Oh my god, we need to treat this otherwise it will get infected,” She said in a panic, she held your arm and dragged you downstairs towards what you assumed was her, the funny thing was that you let her do it. Curiosity about her took over and you wanted to see where it would go.

Gaeul pulls you inside and commands you to sit, you listen and try to stop the bleeding but it wasn’t very effective. Grabbing a first aid kit, alcohol, and a tray to help, she kneels in front of you and begins to treat the wound. With every shard of glass that she pulled out you winced in pain and sometimes let out a yelp. After bandaging your palm, she pulls up a chair opposite to you and says “jumping off the building isn’t the best way to go out you know, there are more effective ways to do it”

A shocked expression plastered all over your face as you were expecting her to try and console you not to off yourself. “Yeah I know but sadly I don’t have access to all those things right now and shouldn’t you be trying to stop me?” you ask

“No matter what I try, if you don’t want to live you will do it anyways, So why did you wanna do it?” Gaeul asks while looking you in the eyes.

You explain your situation to her and tell her about everything that happened between you and Miyeon. After venting about the entire situation to her you felt a lot better. Without saying anything Gaeul walks to the kitchen and grabs a glass of water and brings it to you, taking the glass of water from her you thank her and look down into the glass of water anticipating a reply from her

“If she did something so evil and disgusting to you, shouldn’t you do something worse or get payback? Do you want to let her win and be happy? Because if I were in your place I wouldn’t, I would make her life miserable” her voice was laced with poison and anger.

“I don’t know, you make a very valid point, you know. I will think about it and get back at her” confident that you could come up with something.

“Let me know how it goes, women like her should be put in their place, they need to know the difference between right and wrong.

It was getting late and you didn’t want to overstay your welcome so you told her that you should go back home but she said that she wasn’t going to let me leave because you would probably jump after you left her house. You tried to reason with her and tell her that you won’t but Gaeul was very stubborn, she insisted that you sleep in the guest room to which you had no choice but to agree. Since your shirt had blood stains on it she followed you to your room and let you freshen up and get changed, after which you headed back to Gaeul’s room.

After getting back to her room, she leads you to the guest room and hands you a blanket and a pillow. “Thank you so much, for saving me I would have regretted it, but thanks to you I realized that I shouldn’t be the one regretting it, I would like to take you out to dinner tomorrow if that is fine with you”

“Ohh slow down there, you're welcome, in the past I was also in a dark place but sadly no one was there for me so I try my best to help others. Yes, I will have dinner with you tomorrow,” Gaeul said. You could sense the sadness in her voice, but you don’t probe any further.

“Good night Gaeul, thank you again,” You say as you head into the room. The bed was comfy, and within a few minutes of lying down you fell asleep.

Random noises and the bed moving causes you to open your eyes to find Miyeon having sex with another man while sleeping on the same bed as you, “This is the best feeling ever having sex right next to him, he is a cuck who doesn’t even know that his girlfriend is cheating on him” Miyeon Moans not noticing that you were awake. you try to do something about it but your body won’t move, it was almost like someone tied you to the bed however this was not the case as you could see that your arms were not tied but they just wouldn’t move. All you could do was to try and scream hoping that she would stop. The next thing that you see is Miyeon trying to stab you with a knife.

You jolt up awake in the unknown room but you feel some warmth holding you, Gaeul was holding you and trying to calm you down “it is a nightmare, you are safe, I am right here, she won’t be able to hurt you” She says while patting your back and head. Her presence and constant reaffirmation calmed you down, allowing you to go back to sleep.

The sunlight causes you to wake up and notice that Gaeul was still sleeping beside you with her arms around your shoulder while your face was near her breasts, a blush crept up on your face noticing the position that you were in. Trying to move out of someone’s hands while making sure that they don’t wake up was difficult, as you were trying to slip away Gaeul woke up, “Good morning Y/N, are you feeling better? Gaeul asks.

“Yeah, I am good thanks to you. I was able to sleep better after the nightmare, sorry for disturbing your sleep.” You apologize.

“It's fine, you can freshen, there is a new toothbrush in the washroom. Once you are done, I will make you some breakfast”

Before you can protest, Gaeul walks out of the room leaving you alone, you decide to freshen up and head to the kitchen. The kitchen was still empty so you decided to look around. There were barely any pictures, she had a PS5 and a Switch. Out of everything in the living room what shocked you the most was the Doctorate certificate hanging on the wall. Gaeul was a certified neurosurgeon, the certification explained why she could remove the shards without any hesitation and also bandage your hand so easily.

While staring at the certificate Gaeul walks out of her room and says “yeah I forgot to mention I am a doctor” She says nonchalantly while walking to the kitchen. She made a simple breakfast for herself and you with eggs, sausage, and hashbrowns. As you were finishing up you looked at the time and were amazed to see that it was nearly 11 AM “shouldn’t you be at the hospital considering it is so late?” you ask Gaeul hoping you weren’t the reason why she was late.

“No, today is my day off and I don’t have to report daily, my area of expertise only requires me to come in rarely so I get to stay home or go out very often,” Gaeul says while taking the plate from you to wash, you try to stop her and volunteer to wash it, she looks at you and laughs not understanding why you ask “what happened? Why are you laughing?”

“Look at your left hand, how do you plan on washing dishes with a single hand?” Gaeul says while with a smile plastered on her face. Feeling embarrassed you don’t say anything but admire Gaeul’s beauty as she washes the dishes. She was a very pretty woman and over that, she was a kind person as well.

“Am I that pretty for you to be staring at me so intently?” Gaeul says which brings you back to reality, you notice that you had been staring at her for a while now.

“Yes you are really pretty” you reply and it wasn’t what Gaeul was not expecting you to be so straightforward that she drops the spoon that she was washing and you also notice a red tint forming on her face.

“What do you do for a living?” Gaeul asks trying to divert the topic, You decide not to probe any further

“I am an investment banker, the CEO of Hwang investments” you reply

“No wonder you looked familiar, Your face is on that huge hoarding in downtown Seoul,” Gaeul says with a surprised look on her face.

“Yeah, that does sound like me. Anyways I should go back to my place as I need to go to work” You say as you needed to be in the office today

“Okay fine you can go but promise me that you won’t try to do anything stupid, call me if you feel overwhelmed or if you want to vent. Here is my number” she slips her business card toward you

“Thank you, I promise that I won’t do anything stupid so don’t worry, be ready by 7:00 PM, I will pick you up for dinner,” You say as you begin to walk towards the door.

You get dressed and head to the office, as usual people were greeting you but once you reached your office Choa barged into the room questioning why your left hand was bandaged, Worrying Choa meant that she would be on your ass a lot more than usual so you just tell her that you hurt yourself while picking up pieces of a glass that you broke, though she was skeptical about it she decided to trust you and not ask more questions.

Going through the day you were excited for the evening because you would get to meet Gaeul again. You finish your work an hour earlier than you expected so you go back home to shower and change to make yourself more presentable. By the time you are ready, it is almost 7:00 PM so you decide to knock on Gaeul’s door which is only 2 floors below yours. The door opens to reveal Gaeul who is wearing a black dress that is hugging her curves and a pair of black stiletto heels to match her dress.

“You are beautiful,” you say without a speck of hesitation in your voice. Gaeul blushes at the sudden compliment and invites you in to sit down as she isn’t done getting ready.

“Aren’t you a bit too early or were you that eager to meet me?” she says. You were trying your hardest not to stare at her ass while she was doing something near the counter but you just couldn’t take your eyes off her.

“Yeah, I was very eager to see you” you reply, still staring at her ass. The reply causes Gaeul to turn around but you still couldn’t take your eyes off her.

“Hey, my eyes are up here. You have a very bad habit of staring don’t you” with a smirk on her face which

“Sorry, I was just mesmerized by your beauty, are you ready to head out?” embarrassed that she caught you staring, you pull your phone out to distract yourself.

“Yeah I am, let's go, Where are you taking me anyways?” Picking up her purse she walks towards the door and you follow.

“I chose a Japanese restaurant, hope that is fine with you,” The elevator doors open and both of you get in.

“I love Japanese food” was the last thing she said, the elevator ride was silent. You walk towards your car and open the door for her, she gets in and you go around to sit down as well. You tell your chauffeur where you are headed and the car begins to move.

Gaeul broke the silence, “Do you always have someone driving you around?”

“No, I usually have someone driving me if I have to work or if I am injured” you reply by showing her your bandaged hand.

“Oh, sorry that was a silly question given that I was the one who bandaged your hand,” she says with a giggle.

“So, Miss Kim, what made you want to become a doctor?” curious about why a woman as beautiful as her, who could have become an idol or even a model chose to become a doctor.

“I want to save people, Mr. Hwang,” she replies with a smile. It was a simple answer, she didn’t expand on it anymore. For the rest of the car ride, you guys talk about things like your hobbies, and what you like to eat. You were able to learn that she loves to watch anime and K-dramas. She is also a gamer who loves to play Fifa, Super Smash Bros, Call of Duty, and many more. What caught you off guard was her love for sports, Gaeul loved to play and watch football and coincidentally both of you supported the same team.

The car arrives at the restaurant and both of you get down. The receptionist greets you and walks you to your table. Both of you ordered food and continued your conversation from the car. Both of you had a lot in common. Recently she even went to a Twice concert, you were also present in the concert and had backstage access as Mina was one of your close friends. When she found out that Mina was my friend and that I met twice she freaked out and asked to tag along with you the next time you went to meet Mina. You agreed because Mina would love Gaeul’s bubbly personality. The dinner was very smooth, the conversations covered multiple topics. You enjoyed talking to someone who listened and showed interest in what you were speaking about.

You escort Gaeul back to her room, “I hope you enjoyed the dinner because I truly did. If you ever need help with anything please don’t hesitate to call, text, or even knock on my door. My apartment number is 2012.” Gaeul nodded and said that she will be there for you as well. Before you left she gave you a tight hug and went into her room shutting the door. You were astonished and stood in front of her door for a minute trying to figure out why you felt this way.

Being around Gaeul for some reason made you feel comfortable, you wanted to protect her, and help her but at the same time you wanted her in your arms all the time.

Before you could proceed with anything you had to first take care of the whole situation with Miyeon. Payback and punishment were due. The first thing you do is contact your friend Andre who was exceptional with computers, he could access any type of information. You asked Andre to help find some dirt on Miyeon, to which he agreed without questioning because when he first found out about you dating Miyeon he was against it. After all, according to him, she had a ‘weird vibe’.

Within a few hours, you get an email from Andre, it contains the illegal and stupid things that Mieyon has done or is doing. Miyeon ran a Cafe in Seoul, it was relatively successful but she was using underhanded techniques to evade taxes which meant that she could essentially go to jail if someone found out. You sent an ‘anonymous tip’ to the cops that night.

Changing into more comfortable clothes to go to bed, you were looking forward to how the situation would pan out, playing some soothing music when you fell asleep. The next morning you woke up to news stating that a popular cafe in Seoul was closed down because it was evading taxes, there was a video of Miyeon being taken to the police station. You felt a sense of relief. Deciding to finish what you started, you go to the police station where she is being held to ask for a private audience with Miyeon, they were hesitant at first but they allowed it.

You walk into the room that she is being held in. “Hi Miyeon, how does it feel being held accountable for your actions”

“Y/N please help me, I am very sorry for what I did. Please help me get out of this situation, I will do anything for your help. I beg you!” Miyeon pleaded with you, her eyes filled with tears.

You laugh, it was comical how much a person could change when they needed you. “Oh really? Who do you think even put you here you whore?” you say with a malicious look.

Appalled with what she is hearing, Miyeon begins to cry, she tries to get out of her chair to grab you out of anger but you dodge pretty easily. “Easy there, I am here to help you. I did this just to show you what I am capable of doing to you, this isn’t even the worst thing that you have done. Consider this as your last warning, mess with me again and you won’t see the light of the day for the rest of your life” you say, smiling at the state she is in.

“My lawyer will be here in a few hours, she is the best there is in South Korea so you will most likely get away with a fine, which you will pay for so be thankful. Bye Miyeon this is the last time that I will help you, don’t ever appear in front of me again. You understand?” You leave the room without listening to her response.

As soon as you exit the Police station you text Gaeul “I did it I finally got my revenge on her. Are you at home or work? I wanna see you so that I can tell you everything”

She replies that she is still at home so you head back and tell her everything about it. She was excited and happy that you were finally able to get back at her. “ This calls for a celebration! You want some whiskey?” Gaeul asks

“Hell yeah it does!” you say

After talking to her you notice that she was playing the Call of Duty campaign, “Hey you wanna 1 vs 1, the loser has to grant the winner a wish” You say

“You are on, better not back down or give me excuses when you lose,” Gaeul says as she walks to the couch with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

A game of Frontline and the first to 20 win, Gaeul was very good but you were equally experienced, the score was neck to neck but you ended up losing. The last kill was so stupid, you died by walking into a trip mine that Gaeul had placed next to a doorway.

“Damn I can’t believe that I lost because of a fucking trip mine!” You say in frustration. Gaeul smiles and says “hey, a loss is still a loss so you better be ready to grant my wish”

“Fine you are correct so what is your wish?” You are curious to see what she wants from you.

“I am not going to use it now but I will tell you when it's time” she says with a knowing smile.

Not wanting to leave her presence, you ask her if she wants to watch something to which she said that she would love to watch the new season of The Alchemy of Souls, you agree to her request and pull it up on the TV.

The episode plays on the TV while you and Gaeul sit next to each other, to your dismay there was a good amount of distance between the both of you. As you watch the series your eyes begin to close, the lack of sleep from all the nightmares catches up to you and you end up falling asleep on the couch.

A sudden noise from the TV wakes you up, confused as to what that sound was. You try to look around only to notice that you were asleep on Gaeul’s thighs. Jolting up from the realization you begin to apologize to her, “I am so sorry I didn’t think I would fall asleep, it must have been very uncomfortable. I should head back. Thanks for having me over,”

Getting up to leave you to feel something tugging on your t-shirt, turning around to find Gaeul holding it while looking at the ground, she mumbles something inaudible to you, “huh? Gaeul I can’t hear you”

“Don’t leave please” Gaeul says while looking you in the eyes, her eyes pleading and begging you.

Hearing her say that set something off in you so you sit back down but this time you were very close to her body touching yours. Looking at her you catch sight of Gaeul staring at your lips. This action gives you the confidence to move in to kiss her. The first kiss feels electrifying, it was filled with love, there was no fight for dominance, and both your tongues moved perfectly. The need to feel more of her grew within you so you picked her up and placed her on your lap. The kiss got deeper, and Gaeul’s hands began moving inside your shirt. One of your hands was placed on Gaeul’s ass while the other was playing with her hair. The kiss slowly turned into one with more lust, and Gaeul started grinding on your clothed- penis. It took all the willpower in your body to pull away from the kiss.

“Gaeul, are you sure about this? If you keep grinding on me like this I won’t be able to hold back” You say to make sure that you weren’t making her uncomfortable.

“I am sure, so I beg you please don’t stop” After saying that she kisses you again and tries to gain more friction on her folds. Gaeul giving you the green light was all you were waiting for. Your hands immediately pulled up her hoodie and to your luck, she wasn’t wearing any bra.

She pulls out of the kiss and covers her body, “You are beautiful and your body is like that of a Goddess so please don’t hide it, let me worship this heavenly body of yours” You say while placing kisses on her neck and trailing to her hands that were covering her mounds.

“Take off your shirt as well, I don’t want to be the only one almost naked” listening to her demand you pull off your t-shirt and kiss her again. The grinding doesn’t stop and there is a wet spot that forms on your pants, Gaeul’s panties were soaked. You picked her up and placed her on the couch, your shaft was begging to be freed and it was almost painful. Pulling down your boxers you hear Gaeul gasp. “What’s wrong?” you ask.

“It's so big! I have never been with someone so well-endowed. This might not even fit inside me” she looked like she was scared but also excited to find out how good this would be.

Kneeling next to the couch you spread Gaeul’s legs apart and start to slowly eat her out. “Mhmm,” she lets out a muffled moan. “Don’t hold back, I wanna hear your beautiful voice.” You continue to eat her pussy and play with her clit, her hands are grabbing the back of your head pushing you in.

“Oh my fucking God, this feels amazing, please don’t stop. I am so close!” her head was thrown back and her back bent.

“I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, cumming!” you help her ride her orgasm out, she was still shaking. You didn’t let anything go to waste and gave her pussy a final lick.

Your cock was now throbbing, hoping for some sort of relief. Gaeul falls to her knees and begins to play with your shaft, using both her hands to rub it, she places her head on the tip and starts to bob her head slowly. Gaeul was trying her best to take in more every time, she started to gag when she was nearly there. She takes your cock out of her mouth and tries to catch her breath.

She goes back to sucking your cock, She wasn’t the best at it but she was truly trying her best. After a while of her sucking your cock and using her tongue on its head you were about to cum. “Gaeul I’m going to cum”

She fastens her pace and tries to go deep, as you are about to cum you push Gaeul’s head deeper and unload into her throat. When you pull out, she starts coughing, and you realize what you did. “I am so sorry, I can’t believe that I just did that.”

The tears and the erotic expression that Gaeul had on her face weren’t helping, your cock began to harden again.

“Hey calm down, I am fine, it wasn’t even that bad. I was trying to satisfy you but it looks like you aren’t satisfied” She says while looking at your cock which was now fully erect.

“We don’t have to do this if you are tired or don’t want to” you try to convince her that you can stop now.

“Come here and fuck me hard, I shouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow, I am not giving you an option” Gaeul pulls her panties down, spreads her legs, and is playing with her pussy.

The sight makes you lose all control. “Ms. Kim, you are going to regret your words, you won’t be able to walk for at least 2 days after I am done with you.”

You align your shaft with Gaeul’s dripping pussy and tease her by hitting her pussy with your cock. “Stop teasing please put it in, I can’t wait to feel your huge cock”. No longer being able to resist, you slowly insert your shaft.

“Oh fuck! It’s so fucking huge, Slow please wait it hurts, it hurts” Gaeul is screaming and her nails are digging into your skin,

“You are so fucking tight!” halting midway allowing her to adjust to the size.

“Should I continue?” Gaeul nods, so you continue to insert into her until you are balls deep. You don’t move to allow her to adjust. You kiss her neck to distract her from the pain, slowly trailing your kisses to her neck and giving her some hickeys.

“Ahh!” A loud moan leaves Gaeul’s mouth

“You have a really sensitive neck Gaeul, I am going to move now, if you feel too much pain let me know and I will slow down.” slowly moving, you continue to kiss her and play with her body.

Moans and grunts were all you could hear. Everything was going well until you pitched her nipple and hit a certain spot that caused her to scream, you stopped everything.

“Don’t stop, please do it again, do it again please, I beg you. I’m going to lose my mind, you are touching places that I never thought was possible, make me cum please”

You indulge in her wish and do the same thing but with strength this time and it completely sends her over the edge and squirts all over you. she is a mess, her entire body is shaking, her eyes rolled back, and unable to form say anything comprehensible. Her pussy is so tight with her orgasm that it is essentially holding you, hostage.

A switch in your mind flips, instead of slowing down and allowing her to ride out her orgasm you speed up to help reach your orgasm, “Stop, pl…ease. Too much. Ahhhhhhh” Gaeul cums again, you pull out and cum all over her stomach. Come back to your senses and see that Gaeul is crying from the over-stimulation.

“I am so sorry I don't know what went over me. I am going to grab a tissue from the washroom to help you clean up,” Gaeul was completely lost, tears falling from her eyes and sobs were all you could hear but her face had a satisfied smile on it. She mumbled something that you couldn’t understand.

By the time you got a tissue Gaeul is already passed out, you help her clean up and bring her a blanket. The cold feeling must have woken her up because as you were about to leave she held your hand so you decided to cuddle with her and fall asleep on the couch. The tiring activity puts you to sleep relatively fast.

Waking up first and beside her was very nice, you decide to order some breakfast, and though you would love to make her breakfast you also do not want to wake her, she looked so beautiful sleeping. Recounting the events from yesterday, you blush. Admiring her beauty, you place a kiss on her forehead. “You have a very bad habit of staring, did you know that?” Gaeul speaks with her eyes closed.

“When someone as pretty as you are in front of me, I will be staring” you give her a peck on the lips.

“You weren’t lying when you said that I won’t be able to walk for a few days,” Gaeul says with a smirk

“Yeah sorry about that, I don’t know why I lost control. I can’t believe that I was” Not letting you complete the sentence Gaeul kisses you to shut you up.

“You talk too much, I loved it, every single bit of it so stop apologizing,” Gaeul says and you hug her in response to that.

“I enjoyed it as well, anyways I ordered some food, it should be here soon, you might want to brush and freshen up,” you say as you get up from the couch.

Gaeul gets up and limps her completely naked to the washroom. “Shouldn’t you put on some clothes?” you ask, smiling as you watch her cute ass bounce with every step she takes.

“Why? It's not like you haven’t seen everything already” She winks at you and continues to limp. You also go to the guest room to freshen up.

The food arrived and Gaeul and you sat down to eat. The food felt much more delicious now that you were so hungry. “I know that this is late but would you be my girlfriend ms Kim Gaeul”

“Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend Mr. Hwang.” you get up, hug her and kiss her.

“I love you Gaeul, you make me feel so safe when I am around you” You confess

“I love you too Y/N, I feel happy when I am with you because I can be who I am when I am with you,” Gaeul says with a cute smile on her face

You continue to eat and suddenly Gaeul says “I also know what I want to wish for”

“Oh, really, and what is that pretty girl?”

Her face turns red hearing the nickname that you gave her, she composes herself and says “I know that this is a weird wish but now that we are dating I feel like I should have you try it with me so that you can decide if you want to do this or not?”

“Gaeul you are being weird just tell me what it is and I am willing to try it”

“I want you to dominate me,” Gaeul says with a serious tone without any expression on her face

To be continued

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Savior- Chapter 3

Concerned and confused as to what she meant by it you ask“What do you mean by that?”

“To put it simply I want you to fuck me hard, use me however you want, treat me however you want, punish me if you don’t like something I did, and make me your sex toy” Gaeul replies with a straight face.

“Gaeul isn’t this too fast, we only just started dating, and I don’t know if I am good enough for all this” anxious because you don’t want to spoil your relationship with her

“I am not going to force you to do it but I know that you will enjoy it. You just don’t know it yet. If you aren’t comfortable with it I can change my wish.” Gaeul disappointedly replies.

“I think that would be a better idea. What are you doing today” trying to divert the topic as you did not want to talk about it anymore?

“I have surgery scheduled tomorrow so I need to prepare for it, what about you?” she asks as she continues to eat her food

“There are a few things that need to be taken care of at the office as well, so I need to head there today.” you put the plate in the sink and you get some water.

“Gaeul, I am not saying that I will never do this but I just want you to feel safe with me before we go to the next step,” you say seriously as you are sipping on the glass of water.

“I already feel safe around you babe, that's why I even brought this up, I don’t just go around asking people to dominate me” a hint of irritation was present in her voice.

“We can talk about this later, I am going to head back to my house. Good luck with your surgery, hope it goes well,” you say as you head towards the door, but are stopped by a pair of arms that are hugging you.

“Sorry that I upset you babe, please don’t be mad at me” Gaeul’s voice cracked, and you turned to find tear-filled eyes looking at you. You realize what you did, she just disclosed a very private part of her life to you but you shot it down without any consideration

“I am not mad at you, pretty girl, I am sorry that I was so insensitive. Let me think about it okay, I am not completely against this idea. Give me some time, I might even surprise myself”. Placed a kiss on her forehead then placed one on her nose and then a small peck.

A blushing Gaeul now has a huge smile on her face. “I love you, babe, I should probably let you go to work as I also need to start preparing.” letting you go from her hug, she goes back to the dining table.

“Bye pretty girl, I love you. Before I leave, what hospital do you work at?” you say and open the door to leave.

“I work at the IM continental hospital. I love you too, take care babe” Gaeul replies.

You head to work and get to your office. Choa walks in with a bunch of files in her hand. “For someone who runs such a big company you don’t care much about coming to work do you?”

“Yeah, I was a little busy and I don’t have to worry because I know that you will cover up for me” You smile at her.

“See I knew that you wouldn’t be able to survive a week without me. Anyways, here is all the work that needs your approval by today”. Placing the files onto your desk,

“Thank you Choa, you are the best secretary and friend!” you open a file and begin reading. The day passes by relatively fast as you were so deeply focused on getting the work done. After finishing the work you call Choa in.

“Choa, can you call Im Yoona and ask her to set up a VIP appointment for me with Dr. Kim Gaeul tomorrow evening”

“Why are you feeling sick? Anyways, if you wanted to book an appointment why would you ask me to call the director of Im continental hospitals?” Choa has a confused look on her face

“I am completely fine, don’t worry, if the director were to personally ask for a doctor to meet with me it would be better.” You reply with a mischievous smile on your face

“I don’t know what you are up to but don’t make a mess. I will get it done since you are pretty free tomorrow.” Choa replies and heads out.

Since you had some free time today, you decided to head to the gym for the first time in a while. The gym was a personal space for you, it helped you calm down and arrange your thoughts. It also allowed you to sleep because it would tire you out to the point that your body would shut down after 2:00 AM. Working on my back and Biceps today, it was a pretty intense workout. Throughout the day you were resisting the urge to text Gaeul because you did not want to disturb her, but after leaving the gym you gave in and texted her “did my pretty girl eat?”

“Yeah I ate, what about you?” She replied

“Yeah I had some when I was at work but I am making myself a protein shake right now. What time will you be free tomorrow?” You ask as you

“It might be a bit late tomorrow, I just got scheduled for a VIP appointment by the director today” she replies with a crying face emoji

Smiling at the text knowing very well that her VIP client is none other than you. “Oh that's too bad, I will see you when you get back home tomorrow then. You should get back to your work. Bye babe, love you!”

“Bye, I love you too!” she replies. The conversation ends there and you watch a K-drama to pass time and eventually fall asleep. As usual the next morning you head to the office and do the normal task of signing papers and attending meetings to discuss investment strategies. Your day at the office comes to an end, so you head to the hospital.

Since you were early for your appointment, you went to say hello to Director Im, who was also a close friend of yours from back in college.

As you walk up to the receptionist, he asks you what he can help you with. “I would like to meet with the director Im please”

“Do you have an appointment, sir?”

“No, I don’t have an appointment but let her know that Hwang Y/N is here” you reply

The receptionist calls someone on the intercom and within a few seconds you are led toward Yoona’s office.

When you enter the office, Yoona greets you with a hug, and you reciprocate. “Noona how are you it has been a long time”

“Yes it has, after I graduated we went our separate ways but my sister tells me that you have been attending her concerts and also meeting them”

“I see that Nayeon and you are as close as ever. Yes, if I get an invite from them I always go no matter where it is”

“And you could not take out a couple of hours to come and meet me! I am hurt!” Yoona says with a pout

“Noona stops pouting, it doesn’t suit you. I am sorry that I didn’t visit. I will visit more often now.”

“Asshole, you better visit me more often. Anyways, why did you want to meet with Dr. Kim, are you sick?” A concerned expression plastered on her face.

“No, I am healthy Noona, I just wanted to mess with my girlfriend”

“Oh, my God? I can’t believe that you are dating Dr. Kim. So now you are wasting the doctor's time just so that you can flirt with her?” Yoona teases you

“Sorry Noona, come I will buy you some coffee.” Yoona and you head to the coffee shop in the hospital and get coffee, Yoona was giving you a tour of the hospital when you noticed Gaeul with another man. They were friendly with each other and standing close together, too close to your liking. Looking at both of them smiling and talking, irritates you but you bear with it.

The tour comes to an end as it is time for the appointment, Yoona walks you to Gaeul’s office and bids farewell to you. You knock on the door and enter to find Gaeul and her friend together talking.

“Y/N what are you doing here,” she says surprised to see you here at this time.

“Dr. Kim, I am your VIP client.” Your tone had a bit of irritation in it.

“I will talk to you later Kyle,” Gaeul says as she points to the door to tell him to leave, which he does.

As soon as he leaves you to walk up to Gaeul and kiss her, the kiss is filled with possessiveness and lust, not allowing Gaeul to have any control whatsoever. Before you pull out of the kiss you bite her lower lip.

“Ouch what was that for? Gaeul asks, confused by the sudden aggression.

Ignoring her question, you ask “Who was he and what was he doing in your room?” with a commanding tone and anger blazing in your eyes.

“He was a coworker, we are pretty close friends, why?.” Gaeul notices what is going on and decides to use it to her advantage. She could see that he was jealous and she wanted to push him over the edge. It wasn’t the best of ideas but it would make him realize his naturally dominant side, she knew that it wouldn’t take much.

“Oh really? Is that why he would touch you every time he laughed?”The anger in his voice was now evident but Gaeul did not want to stop. “Yeah, and does that make you jealous? What are you going to do about it? He asked me to have dinner with him today, maybe I should accept his invitation, and enjoy myself a little” Gaeul said with a mischievous smirk on her face

That was the last straw, something flipped in your mind. You walk up to Gaeul and kiss her, it was harsh and borderline painful, and your hand is now on her neck choking her. You pull away but your faces are almost touching. “Don’t even think about going to that dinner. You understand?” You grumble and bite her ears

“What's stopping me?” Gaeul manages to say while looking you in the eyes. Gone was a kind and caring person. The person in front of Gaeul was angry and possessive. “Keep acting like this and I am going to tie you up, throw you over my shoulder and take you back home”. Your hand leaves Gaeul’s neck and spanks her ass causing her to yelp from the sudden pain.

“Really? I don’t think you are capable of doing that.” You grab her hair and pull it back giving you access to her neck where you give her some hickeys. Gaeul now moaning from the sensation tries to grind on your leg to get some friction but you pull away. “Try me, pretty girl, keep acting like a brat and I won’t touch you where you want.”

Gaeul realizes that you were being dead serious about not touching her, her panties were drenched and she needed to cum. “No, no, don’t do that. Touch me please I will be a good girl sir, I will listen to everything you say” Gaeul begs

Moving your hand to her clothed folds, it is completely soaked to the point where her juices are leaking onto her thighs. “What made you so wet, pretty girl?” you ask while also rubbing her clit. Gaeul is moaning and trying to move to increase the friction.

“You made me this wet sir, please make me cum” Gaeul says with her eyes shut from all the pleasure she is receiving. Inserting a finger into her you fasten your pace. “I am going to cumming sir please don’t stop”

As soon as you hear those words you pull away your fingers causing Gaeul to scream, “Nooooo, please why did you stop sir, I was going to cum”. Placing a kiss on her ear you say “Only obedient girls get to cum and you are not one” Leaving Gaeul a mess you turn around and pull out a tissue to wipe your hands. Gaeul falls to her knees and crawls towards you, she is now hugging your leg begging you, her eyes filled with tears and desperation. She is rubbing herself on your shoes as she hugs your legs, you pull her up by her hair, “Such a needy little slut aren’t you, apologize for being a brat and maybe I might let you cum” You say with a smirk on your face

“I am sorry sir, I am sorry for being such a brat, I won’t do it again, so please let me cum, I will be your obedient pretty girl sir please!” tears fell from her eyes, her legs pressed together trying to get some friction. You finally give in and put your finger back into Gaeul’s pussy and finger her.

Ah yes sir, that feels so good”. You increase your pace and use your other hand to choke her, “Sir can I cum please, please,” Gaeul asks, completely lost in pleasure.

“Yes, pretty girl you can cum, Do it cum all over my fingers” You grumble as your hand tightens around her neck. “I am–.” Gaeul cums before she was even able to finish her sentence, the lack of air must have sent her over the edge a lot faster and harder than you expected because she squirted a lot onto the floor, her legs gave in, and her entire body weight was leaning on yours.

Coming back to your senses you realize what you have done but looking at Gaeul’s status makes you realize that you enjoyed watching her struggle and beg. Picking up Gaeul you sit down on her chair with her sitting on you. “You did so well baby, you were so good for me, I love you so much” You continue to whisper lovely and caring phrases to her to make sure she doesn’t feel worthless.

Gaeul finally comes back to her senses from the intense orgasm, places a kiss on your neck, and says “That was amazing, I came so fucking hard, I don’t think I ever came that hard. I love you so much”.

“I love you too, we should clean up and head home, I have a gift for you, pretty girl. Did you bring a scarf today?” You ask while looking at the mess you guys made.

“Yeah we should leave soon, I don’t want anyone to see me in this state. Luckily I brought my scarf today”

You clean up as Gaeul is still sitting on her chair recovering from your prior activity. You guys walk to the car, you make a stop at a store before going home, it had something to do with Gaeul’s surprise for tomorrow. Once you reached Gaeul’s house you tell her to get ready for tomorrow as Mina had invited them over to Twice’s dorm. Gaeul was excited to find out and couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

“You are definitely going to enjoy tomorrow but I might enjoy it a lot more than you! There is another surprise for you but I will tell you about that tomorrow. Good night baby rest well, you are going to need a lot of energy tomorrow” You say and head towards your apartment. Confused by what you meant but Gaeul ignored it thinking it was just you messing with her.

To be continued

What do you guys think is the other surprise that OC has for Gaeul?

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Savior- Chapter 4

Around 4.3k words. Sub/dom, Toy play, a little overstimulation, A fluffy smut. Enjoy it and as always I would appreciate the feedback

You wake up feeling thrilled as you eagerly anticipate the day's plans with Gaeul. After freshening up, you make your way to her apartment and knock on the door. Gaeul greets you, looking a bit groggy from just waking up. You give her a peck on the cheek and walk inside.

"Good morning, my love. Did I wake you up?" you ask with a smile.

Gaeul responds with a sleepy voice, "Morning. Why are you here so early? I was hoping to sleep in today."

You remind her of the plan to visit Twice's dorm today, causing her eyes to widen in realization. She quickly hurries to freshen up, while you set up the table for breakfast. Soon enough, the delicious food you ordered arrives just as Gaeul finishes her shower. As she eagerly devours her meal, you can't help but admire her beauty. She looks stunning in her brown turtleneck, which you realize she's wearing to conceal your activities from the previous day.

“Why do you keep staring at me? Is something on my face?” Gaeul says, which brings you back to reality.

You look into her eyes and say “If you were the sun I’d continue staring, even if it means I will go blind for your beauty overcomes any pain I feel just to see you,” Gaeul blushes at your compliment

“That is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me. Also why the sudden cheesiness?” Gaeul says while she continues to eat.

As he looked at her, his heart swelled with admiration. The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, the twinkle in her eyes, and the curve of her lips - he couldn't help but feel utterly captivated by her beauty.

With a tender touch, he took her delicate hand in his, caressing it gently with his thumb. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her skin, and planted a gentle kiss on her hand.

"I just want you to know that I appreciate your beauty, pretty girl," he whispered softly. The words spilled out of his lips like a sweet melody, and he couldn't help but marvel at how she blushed at his words.

As he rose to his feet, he turned to her with a playful grin. "Are you excited to meet Twice today, Pretty girl?" he asked, eager to see her reaction.

Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she beamed at him, her heart fluttering with joy. "Of course, I am," she replied, her voice filled with anticipation.

As Gaeul finished her meal, her heart began to race with anticipation. She knew that he was following her, and the mere thought of his touch sent shivers down her spine.

As she entered her room, she turned to face him, and his strong grip caught her off guard. With a small scream escaping her lips, she found herself melting into his touch. "Why did you follow me here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a devilish smirk, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautifully wrapped gift. "Wow, we haven't even dated that long, and you already got me a gift?! I am touched, babe," Gaeul exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.

As she tore through the packaging, she revealed the gift, and her jaw dropped in shock. "Babe, why the fuck did you get me this?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion. It was a small vibrator that had a remote control.

As he took another step closer, his eyes bore into hers, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. "I want you to wear it today," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Gaeul's eyes widened with surprise, and she took a step back, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "What? No, I don't want to meet my favorite K-pop band with a fucking vibrator in me," she protested, her voice a little louder than before.

He chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Trust me, my love, you will enjoy it. And if you are a good girl, I will give you a reward. You like rewards, right, pretty girl?" he said, his voice serious. It was less of a request and more of a command, and Gaeul knew she wasn't going to disobey a command from her master.

Gaeul couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at the mere thought of his request and the possible reward that she would get. She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As he handed her the small, discreet toy, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. She knew that this day would be one that she would never forget. Gaeul walks into the washroom happy that you were settling into being dominant. The vibrator was pretty easy to put in as it was relatively small.

As Gaeul emerged from the washroom, her gait was a little different, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. With a gentle hand, you fixed her clothes and made sure that she was comfortable with everything.

"How does it feel, pretty girl?" you asked, your voice laced with tenderness and concern. You took her chin in your hand, moving it up to make eye contact with her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of your gaze.

Gaeul's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked into your eyes, feeling a sense of intimacy and connection that she had never experienced before.

Gaeul looked into your eyes, her heart beating faster as she spoke. "Yes, sir, it feels a little weird right now, but I should be able to get used to it soon," she said, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

"If we are going to do this, I need to know when you can't take any more," you said, your voice filled with concern. "Do you have a safe word?"

As you waited for her response, Gaeul's mind raced with a million different thoughts and emotions. She couldn't believe that she was doing this, that she was allowing herself to be vulnerable and exposed in front of you. But at the same time, she knew that there was nowhere else she would rather be than in your arms.

Gaeul's voice trembled as she spoke her safe word. "Kitsch," she said, the word barely audible as it left her lips. But as she looked up at you, she could see the concern etched on your face, and she knew that she was in good hands.

"I think we should also use the light system," she continued, her voice gaining strength with each passing moment. "Red means stop, yellow means slow down, and green means you can continue."

As she spoke, Gaeul felt a sense of safety and control that she had never experienced with anyone else. She knew that you would respect her boundaries and that she was safe with you, no matter what happened.

Gaeul and you made your way downstairs, her heart raced with excitement and anticipation. As you got into the car, Gaeul couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She knew that you liked to play games and push boundaries, and she couldn't wait to see what you had in store for her. But as the car started moving, she felt a sudden jolt of electricity that shot through her body.

Turning to you with a look of surprise and confusion, Gaeul gasped as she realized what you had done. "What the hell, babe?!" she exclaimed, her eyes narrowing with anger and frustration.

But even as she glared at you, Gaeul knew that she was powerless to resist your charms. She knew that you had a way of getting under her skin, of making her feel things that she had never felt before. And as they continued on their journey, she knew that she was in for a wild ride, one that would push her to her limits and test the boundaries of their relationship.

As Gaeul leaned into you, her body still reeling from the shock of the toy, you couldn't resist the urge to play with her a little more. With a sly smile on your lips, you turned the toy back on, this time at a medium setting.

Gaeul's body immediately tensed up as the vibrations coursed through her, and she couldn't help but grab onto your hand for support. But even as she struggled to control her reactions, she couldn't deny the pleasure that she felt.

As you watched Gaeul's body writhe in pleasure, you couldn't help but feel a rush of desire course through your veins. Her soft moans and the way she bit her lip in ecstasy only fueled your need to touch her, to please her.

But as you saw the desperation in her eyes, you knew you couldn't push her too far. So, with a smirk, you reached over and turned off the toy once again, leaving Gaeul panting and flushed.

You leaned in close to her ear, the scent of her perfume driving you wild. "Don't worry, pretty girl," you whispered huskily. "I'll give you what you need later."

Gaeul's breath hitched at your words, and you knew that the anticipation would only make the reward that much sweeter.

After Gaeul had a little taste of the toy you let her rest and she soon fell asleep on your lap. As Gaeul slept peacefully, you couldn't help but admire her beauty. Her soft breaths and the way her chest rose and fell with each one had a calming effect on you.

You contented yourself with just watching her sleep. You couldn't help but smile as she shifted slightly in her sleep, nuzzling her head closer to you. The love you felt for her was overwhelming, and you knew that you would do anything to protect her and keep her safe.

As the car pulled up to the mansion that Twice lived in, you gently shook Gaeul awake. She stirred, rubbing her eyes sleepily before realizing where she was. You helped her out of the car, keeping a protective arm around her as you made your way inside.

As Gaeul gazed upon the sprawling mansion, her heart raced with both excitement and nervousness. You pressed the doorbell, and she couldn't help but fidget with her hands. Sensing her unease, you took her hand and interlaced your fingers, giving her a reassuring nod.

As the door opened, Gaeul's heart skipped a beat. She was greeted by the sight of the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen. Her eyes widened as she took in the beauty of the girl, who gave her a warm smile.

"Hi, I'm Sana, nice to meet you," the girl said, extending her hand toward Gaeul.

Gaeul took her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through her body. She couldn't help but stare at Sana's luscious lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss them. You cleared your throat, bringing Gaeul back to reality.

"Come on in, guys," Sana said, leading the way into the mansion.

Gaeul walked in, feeling slightly intimidated by the opulence of the mansion. She had never been to a place this grand before. But she felt reassured by the presence of her beloved master, who had promised to be with her every step of the way.

As you led Gaeul to the grand living room, her eyes widened with awe at the sight before her. She couldn't help but admire the intricate details of the room, from the chandelier hanging above to the plush furniture arranged neatly. You caught her staring at Sana’s ass and leaned in, your lips brushing against her ear as you whispered teasingly, "Don't get too comfortable staring at the members, my dear. Remember, I have this in my hand," giving her a brief glimpse of the remote. Gaeul shivered at the sensation of your breath on her skin, and a spark of desire ignited within her.

As you step into the living room, you feel a pair of arms enveloping you in a tight, body-crushing hug. You turn to see your best friend, the one and only Myoui Mina, her smile bright and infectious. After you both pull away, Mina's eyes wander over to Gaeul, who stands beside you, looking a little overwhelmed.

"Oh my god, you didn't tell me you were going to bring your girlfriend over!" Mina exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement. You smile at her, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

"Sorry about that, Mina. Gaeul, meet my best friend, Mina. And Mina, this is Gaeul, my girlfriend," you say, introducing the two women. Gaeul's face flushes a little as she realizes that Mina is her bias, the K-pop star she's idolized for years is standing in front of her.

“Nice to meet you Mina shi, I am a huge fan of yours,” Gaeul manages to say.

“There is no need for such formalities Gaeul, you can just call me Mina unnie”

Gaeul felt her heart beating fast as the other girls started to arrive in the living room. She recognized them from their music videos and felt a little starstruck, but also nervous about what they would think of her. Mina and Sana were the first to arrive and they immediately hugged you, greeting you with warmth and affection.

As the other girls trickled in, Gaeul couldn't help but notice the surprised looks on their faces when they saw her sitting next to you. She could tell that they were curious and maybe a little bit judgmental, but she tried her best to remain calm and composed.

Mina leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Do you want me to tell them about you and Gaeul?"

You shook your head and replied, "Not yet. I want to make sure things are stable between us first."

Gaeul looked at you with gratitude, touched by your thoughtfulness and consideration. She knew that you had been hurt in the past and appreciated the fact that you were taking things slowly with her. As the girls chatted and caught up, Gaeul sat quietly next to you, enjoying the warmth of your hand in hers.

As the buzzing sensation intensified, Gaeul's body jolted, her breath hitching in surprise. Every gaze in the room was now trained on her, but you couldn't resist the urge to tease her a little. With a sly grin, you quipped, "Are you alright, my dear? Do you need a glass of water?"

Gaeul shot you a sharp look, her cheeks flushing pink. "I'm fine," she mumbled, offering a quick apology to the group. Despite her embarrassment, you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

The atmosphere in the room crackled with excitement as Gaeul sat on the edge of her seat, her body shifting restlessly. Every movement was a testament to the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her veins. Her face, usually a canvas of radiant beauty, now revealed a delicate pained expression as she battled to maintain composure in front of her cherished group, who had become her dear friends.

As Gaeul's eyes met yours, they shimmered with an unspoken plea, silently urging you to intervene, to bring her solace amidst the overwhelming stimulation. You could see the vulnerability etched in her gaze, her longing for respite from the swirling emotions threatening to unravel her. It was as if she sought a moment of tranquility, a sanctuary in the storm of her own emotions.

In a private moment filled with intimate desire, you leaned closer to Gaeul, your voice a husky whisper caressing her ear. "Go to the washroom, my love," you murmured, your words laced with a promise of continued pleasure. "I won't interrupt the toy, allowing you to revel in its sensations until you find the release you crave."

Gaeul's eyes widened, startled by your audacious proposition. Her surprise quickly gave way to a mixture of intrigue and desire, knowing that resistance would be futile. With a hesitant yet exhilarated smile, she acknowledged the unspoken command, acknowledging that there was no point in arguing against the fervor that consumed them both. Slowly, she began to make her way toward the washroom, her movements betraying a quiver of anticipation.

As Gaeul disappeared behind the closed door, the anticipation in the air grew thick with longing. However, fueled by a mischievous desire to test her limits, you couldn't resist seizing the opportunity to tease her. Within mere seconds of hearing the latch click shut, a devilish grin crossed your lips as you turned off the toy, momentarily halting the waves of pleasure that had been building within Gaeul.

The sudden absence of stimulation caused Gaeul's senses to jolt with frustration and confusion. Her body yearned for the climax she had been so tantalizingly close to reaching, and now it felt out of reach. Her eyes blazed with an intensity mixed with anger as she stormed out of the washroom, her strides brimming with an irresistible aura of determination.

"Why in the world did you turn it off?!" Gaeul's voice, though whispered, carried a sharp edge of frustration as she vented her discontent in your ear. The fiery blend of arousal and anger heightened the tension between you, igniting a smoldering passion that refused to be extinguished.

At that moment, as Gaeul stood before you, a fierce flame burning in her eyes, you couldn't help but be captivated by her uninhibited spirit. It was a testament to the untamed desire that bound your souls together, an unwavering connection that defied conventional boundaries.

A smirk danced on your lips as you held her gaze, the air around you electric with unspoken desires. "Patience, my love," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of mischief and longing. "The pleasure is far from over. Let us savor every moment, every touch until we reach the pinnacle of ecstasy together."

She wasn't pleased with your actions, to say the least, but a knowing glimmer in her eyes betrayed her understanding of the power dynamics at play. As Gaeul resumed her seat, she leaned in closer, her hand assertively finding its place on your thigh. The pressure of her touch conveyed a silent message, a warning that she too held the ability to place you in an uncomfortable and vulnerable position.

Caught between desire and the need to maintain control, you relented, aware of the precarious balance between pleasure and torment. With a swift flick of your hand, the toy sprang back to life, buzzing at its highest setting. Gaeul's reaction was immediate, her delicate fingers clawing at your thighs as she grappled with the intense stimulation. A faint gasp escaped her lips, and she instinctively pressed her legs together, seeking both relief and a futile attempt at containing the overwhelming sensations.

Though consumed by the escalating whirlwind of desire, you remained acutely aware of your surroundings. Your gaze scanned the room discreetly, ensuring that no prying eyes had caught wind of the clandestine play unfolding between you and Gaeul. The allure of the ongoing movie held everyone's attention, shielding your secrets from prying eyes. Yet, as your eyes met Mina's, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, you chose to disregard the silent invitation, determined to remain focused solely on Gaeul and the intoxicating connection you shared.

The air crackled with a potent mixture of pleasure and power, a dance of control and surrender between two souls entwined. In this clandestine world, only the two of you existed, lost in the labyrinth of desire and yearning. Gaeul's grip on your thigh tightened, her nails grazing your skin, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Your eyes locked with hers, a silent understanding passing between you, a shared acknowledgement of the depths to which you were willing to explore.

As the movie flickered on, a masquerade of innocence, you and Gaeul delved into the hidden realm of passion. The unspoken understanding lingered, a tantalizing secret binding you together, fueling the fires of desire that threatened to consume you both. In that stolen moment, you surrendered to the intoxicating power of pleasure, embracing the exhilaration of the unknown, with Mina's mischievous smirk fading into the background, eclipsed by the rapturous connection shared only between you and Gaeul.

As waves of pleasure surged through Gaeul's body, her self-control waned, and the urge to release her desires grew insurmountable. Sensing the impending crescendo that threatened to escape her lips, you swiftly pulled her into the sanctuary of your neck, a whispered plea to keep her secret hidden from prying ears. In that intimate embrace, Gaeul seized the invitation, her teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your shoulder, a blend of pain and pleasure intertwining in a tantalizing dance.

A gasp escaped your lips as the sharpness of her bite sent a jolt of sensation coursing through your body. The intensity of the pain was tempered by the undeniable pleasure it invoked, an exquisite fusion that blurred the boundaries between pleasure and torment. In that moment, you both surrendered to the intoxication of the other's touch, knowing that the marks left upon your skin were the physical testament to the fiery passion that raged between you.

Gaeul's teeth clung to your shoulder, her grip both possessive and fervent. The mingling of sensations created an intricate tapestry of desire, where pleasure and pain danced harmoniously. Each sting of her bite was a delicious reminder of the depths of your connection, fueling the flames of ardor that consumed you both.

As your bodies intertwined, lost in the throes of passion, the outside world faded into insignificance. The heat of the moment enveloped you, cocooning you in a bubble of undeniable intimacy. In that sacred space, where time stood still, pain transformed into an exquisite pleasure that knew no bounds.

As the intoxicating waves of stimulation surged between Gaeul's trembling legs, she teetered on the precipice of ecstasy. Lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, she became blissfully oblivious to her surroundings, surrendering herself completely to the rapturous sensations that consumed her.

The grip of her teeth on your shoulder slowly released, the mark of her passionate bite etched upon your skin as a testament to the intensity of the moment. Gaeul's body, spent from the profound release of her orgasm, leaned heavily against you, seeking solace and support in your embrace.

In the aftermath of her pleasure, Gaeul's eyes met yours, a plea reflected in their depths. Her gaze implored you to alleviate the overwhelming stimulation that still lingered within her. Recognizing her need, you swiftly reached out to turn off the toy, ending the electrifying vibrations that had taken her to the pinnacle of bliss.

As the toy ceased its tantalizing motions, Gaeul's body melted against yours, her muscles relaxing as tranquility washed over her. In the quiet aftermath of their passionate dance, you held her close, offering a sanctuary of solace and tenderness. Together, you shared a moment of intimacy and connection, where the world outside ceased to exist, and only the gentle rhythm of your breaths intertwined.

As Gaeul dozed off in your comforting embrace, the movie played on, casting its enchantment upon the screen. With the credits rolling, the remaining awake souls dispersed to the kitchen or the washroom. Feeling the urge to leave, you gently woke Gaeul, whispering, "Hey, let's head back home, babe."

Gaeul, still half-asleep, nodded and murmured, her voice tinged with weariness, "My legs are jelly. I'll probably limp if we walk to the car."

"No worries, sweetheart," you reassured her, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. "I'll let the others know we're leaving and make sure we get to the car without any trouble."

Entering the kitchen, you found Mina and Jihyo engaged in playful banter. "Just so you know, Gaeul and I are bouncing," you declared, a grin playing on your lips. "She's beat from keeping up with you wild bunch."

Laughter erupted from the girls. "Take care, you two," Jihyo chimed in. "We miss having you around. Drop by more often!"

Returning to the room, Mina trailed behind you as you scooped Gaeul into your arms, carrying her like a bride. Moving toward the exit, Mina held the door open, showcasing her thoughtful nature. Settling Gaeul into the cozy car seat, gratitude washed over you for Mina's kindness.

"Goodnight, Mina," you bid her farewell, enveloping her in a warm hug. "I'll catch up with you soon. And seriously, don't ghost my messages, okay?"

Mina's mischievous grin lingered. "No worries, I'll hit you back. And don't think I didn't catch what went down today."

Caught off guard, you tried to play it cool. "Huh? What are you talking about? I didn't do anything out of the ordinary."

Mina's smirk deepened, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Oh, you're clueless, aren't you? It wasn't just me who noticed Gaeul squirming," she teased.

A sense of urgency washed over you as you pleaded with Mina, "Please, keep it to yourself. I'll make it up to all of you, I swear."

Mina relented, her tone laced with amusement. "We won't spill the beans. But the treat we're expecting might not be what you're thinking," she winked, hinting at a tantalizing alternative.

"Whatever you guys desire," you conceded with a grateful smile. "I owe you one, Minari. Anyway, say goodbye to the others and take care, alright?"

With that, you joined Gaeul in the car, eager to resume the journey home. The night air wrapped around you, carrying whispers of shared laughter, treasured memories, and the unspoken promises of limitless love.

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The Games We Play: A Tale of Lust

TW: Litle BDSM, edging, overstimulation, spanking, Fingering

The morning didn't kick off on the best foot; your coffee maker chose today to call it quits, depriving you of that one blessed potion that tethers your sanity and prevents you from going all rogue. But hey, the day took a turn into interesting territory when you found yourself trapped in the corner store.

Picture this: a young woman wrapped up like a mystery package from head to toe, was in full-blown panic mode, tearing her surroundings apart in search of her elusive wallet. And what's the big deal, you might ask? She was in a race against the clock, not wanting to miss a date with destiny, also known as a crucial meeting.

No need for Shakespearean monologues here. You stroll over to the cashier, cool as a cucumber, and flash your card. The cashier does her beep-boop thing, wrapping up the transaction with a flourish. Meanwhile, your attention shifts to the enigmatic woman in distress. Your lips don't even need to flex those vocal cords to convey your message, "Miss, let me cover this tab."

With a nod that could put a ballerina to shame, you collect your goods and graciously extend the bag with her belongings. It's like an unspoken understanding, a scene right out of a modern fairy tale.

Exiting the store, you're just about to slide into your trusty vehicle when a voice, as sweet as honey and warm as a summer breeze, pierces the air, "Thank you!!" It's her, the masked damsel in this retail distress. In response, your lips curl up in a smile that’s more contagious than a chuckle.

A courteous nod on your part, a grateful chirp on hers, and you’re on your way, ready to chase down whatever adventure the day's got planned for you. Just as you’re about to speed off to your meeting.

*****

The office had that early morning hush, a quiet anticipation hanging in the air as folks trickled in, not quite ready to dive into the grind just yet. You found your way to your designated corner room, plopped your stuff down, and decided to indulge in a quick social media scroll.

Just as you were lost in their world, a voice, as familiar as your heartbeat, cut through the calm. It was none other than Roh Jisun, not just a colleague, but one of your closest pals and your trusty secretary.

She raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Who got you smiling like an idiot, don't tell me you finally got yourself a girlfriend."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Good morning to you too, Ji. You know me, I don't do the girlfriend thing. Just enjoying some highlights from the football games," you replied, setting your phone aside. "So what's on the agenda today?"

"Well, lucky for you, there isn't much on the schedule today," Jisun replied, wisely steering clear of your notoriously dry love life. "Just a meeting with an idol for a brand endorsement and some documents to review."

Your eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes! That means I can head home early today. Let me know when they arrive; I'll dive into some reference material so I don't sound like a complete idiot."

Jisun chuckled at your candidness and made her exit.

With files spread across your desk, you delved into the world of this idol selected by the marketing wizards. She was no ordinary star; she was the crème de la crème, one of the hottest idols of the current generation. Since your knowledge about idols was about as deep as a puddle, the files laid it all out for you - background info, detailed analysis, the works.

As you neared the end of the file, the section with photos, you were hit with a punch of awe. To say she was pretty was like calling a sunset 'nice.' She looked like an angel who had graced Earth, but there was an undeniable fragility about her. The images had you entranced, lost in admiration.

A polite knock at your door brought you back to reality. "Sir, the folks from Starship Entertainment are here to discuss the brand endorsement deal," Jisun reported in her professional tone. "Should I let them in?"

"Please, do," you nodded.

One by one, three individuals entered the room. And then, as if fate had a wicked sense of humor, she walked in. The same woman you'd crossed paths with at the convenience store, only now she was without her mask and hat.

"Oh, what a coincidence," you remarked, extending your hand. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Miss Wonyoung."

Her eyes sparkled with surprise and gratitude. "It truly is! I can't believe the chances. Again, thank you so much for helping me out." Her smile could light up a city.

"Please, have a seat."

The negotiations flowed seamlessly, and everything fell into place. The deal was set, and a date was locked in for the commercial shoot. "I'm looking forward to working with you. Thanks for your cooperation. Here's to this reaching the heights we're hoping for."

As they left, you settled back in your chair. But a mere moment later, there was a knock on your door, followed by Wonyoung's head peeping in.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Miss Wonyoung?" you inquired, curious about her return.

"I want to thank you for helping me out today, so please let me treat you to dinner," Wonyoung offered.

"Alright, just let me know when and where to pick you up," you replied, raising an eyebrow at the surprise on Wonyoung's face. "That was easier than I expected. Can I get your phone number? You know, to text you the details."

A sly smirk played on your lips as you motioned for her to come closer. She hesitated for a moment before approaching, maintaining eye contact without saying a word.

"You know, Miss Wonyoung, I need your phone to input my number, unless you've got a photographic memory," you teased, causing a blush to creep up on her cheeks. She fumbled for her phone in her handbag, and you deftly entered your number. Handing her phone back to her, you remarked, "It's a bad habit to stare at someone, Miss Wonyoung."

"I'm really sorry, I didn't realize I was staring. I'll text you the details. See you then," Wonyoung practically bolted out of your office.

Shortly after, Jisun walked in, her voice carrying a hint of sternness. "What was all that about? What did you say to make that angel run away?"

"Calm down, Ji. I just teased her a little. She wanted to thank me for helping her," you replied casually, not missing a beat as you continued to read the documents.

"You'll never change. Why does she want to thank you?" Jisun inquired, curious about the situation.

So you recounted the whole story about your chance encounter with Wonyoung. Jisun burst into laughter and commented, "Wow, it truly is an incredible coincidence."

You returned to your documents, but something else was occupying your thoughts, or rather, someone. Regardless of what the papers said, your mind kept drifting back to the interaction with Wonyoung. Her subtle nervous movements, the way she blushed at your teasing, and the pure excitement in her eyes when you agreed to her proposition—it all danced in your thoughts, like an enchanting melody that refused to fade.

After a few painstaking hours of wading through and approving a mountain of documents, you'd finally conquered the pile Jisun had left on your desk. Packing up your laptop, you decided it was high time to replace that dearly departed coffee machine. Strolling through the store, your gaze was momentarily captivated by a Pepsi ad featuring none other than Wonyoung's larger-than-life cut-out. You couldn't help but admire her beauty for a few seconds before shaking off the distraction and making your way to the appliances section.

With a new coffee machine in tow, you headed back home. It only took a couple of minutes to set up the shiny new addition to your kitchen. Eager to wash away the day's toil and dust, you headed for the shower. There, amidst the soothing cascade of water, your thoughts inevitably drifted back to Wonyoung and the unexpected events of the day.

The cold shower did wonders to invigorate both your mind and body. Afterward, you settled onto the couch and noticed a message from an unknown number. It was Wonyoung, inquiring if you would be free tomorrow evening. You quickly replied, confirming your availability.

Within moments, another message popped up, this time with a reservation at a well-established restaurant. You didn't argue with her choice and appreciated her initiative. With the dinner plans set, you wandered into the kitchen to prepare your meal for the day. Tonight, it was a simple yet delicious dish: rose pasta with grilled chicken thighs on the side.

Having savored your homemade dinner, you retreated to your cozy corner, book in hand. The words on the pages wove a soothing lullaby, and before you knew it, you had surrendered to the embrace of sleep, calling it a day.

********

The day seemed to fly by, yet the thought of Wonyoung lingered in your mind like an intoxicating poison. Numerous scenarios involving her had taken root in your thoughts, and it was fair to say that most of them were far from what people might expect. What you realized was that your attraction to Wonyoung wasn't of the romantic variety. It was something deeper, something about the way she seemed fragile and innocent that piqued your interest and stirred a side of you that rarely saw the light of day.

As the day drew to a close, it was finally time to pick up Wonyoung. Arriving at her house, you sent her a quick text to let her know you'd arrived. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Wonyoung in a stunning black off-the-shoulder dress.

"Good evening, Miss Wonyoung," you greeted with a warm smile, holding the car door open for her. "You look absolutely beautiful."

"Good evening," she replied with a soft smile. "You're quite dashing yourself, Mr. CEO." With a final exchange of smiles, you closed the door and headed to the driver's seat.

"How was your day? I hope it wasn't too tiring," you asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you as you drove.

"It was relaxing, honestly," Wonyoung replied with a smile that lit up the car. "It was my first day off in a while, so I finally got some good rest."

"That sounds wonderful. I apologize for monopolizing your precious free time then. I hope I can keep you entertained," you quipped, trying to tease her a bit.

Wonyoung's blush deepened, but she met your gaze with sincerity. "No, not at all. You seem like a very interesting person, and I would love to spend time with you."

Her direct response caught you off guard, and you found yourself momentarily at a loss for words. "That's very kind of you," you finally managed to reply, a genuine smile gracing your lips. "I look forward to getting to know you better as well. Maybe we can be friends."

You noticed a subtle change in Wonyoung's demeanor, her smile fading ever so slightly after your last comment, but you decided not to dwell on it. "What do you like to do during your free time, Miss Wonyoung?" you inquired, attempting to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"Please call me Wonyoung, you don't need to be so formal with me," she replied with a warm smile. "I love to read, hike, and watch shows," she added, her gaze wandering around the interior of the car.

"Alright, Wonyoung," you said with a playful twinkle in your eye. "Reading, hiking, and shows, huh? Sounds like you've got a nice mix of hobbies. Any recent favorites?"

She leaned back in her seat, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "Well, I just finished a gripping mystery novel that had me up all night. And as for hiking, there's this trail I love near my place. It's so serene and peaceful."

You nodded, genuinely intrigued. "A mystery lover, huh? Any recommendations? I might need some new reads."

Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "Oh, definitely! I'll text you a list. And speaking of recommendations, any favorite shows or movies on your end?"

You chuckled, realizing you might be in for some teasing. "Well, lately I've been into documentaries a lot more than shows.."

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. "I guess I was wrong about you being interesting."

You both shared a laugh, and the car seemed to hum with a newfound camaraderie. As the evening unfolded, you discovered more about each other's quirks, interests, and shared laughter. The chemistry between you was undeniable, with a hint of flirting and teasing that only added to the intrigue of your blossoming relationship.

The drive seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, even though it had been nearly half an hour. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and you found yourself thoroughly enjoying Wonyoung's company. Arriving at the restaurant, you helped her out of the car. However, as you made your way toward the entrance, she stumbled, and instinctively, you reached out to prevent her from falling.

In that brief, heart-stopping moment, your eyes locked, and the air between you thickened with an undeniable tension. It was as if an electric current passed between you, and before you knew it, she leaned in, and your lips met in a kiss that felt heavenly, charged with a depth of feeling that took you both by surprise.

Her lips tasted divine, and as you pulled her closer, your mind wandered to places that were vastly different from the sweetness of the moment. Desires and tastes that diverged from the mainstream public swirled in your thoughts, and it shook you to your core. You pushed her away, breaking the kiss abruptly.

Wonyoung's shock was evident in her doe-like eyes, now brimming with tears. "Wonyoung, we shouldn't do this," you stammered, your voice strained with difficulty. "I'm not the right person for you. You deserve someone better. I'm not the person you think I am."

Deep down, you yearned for more, to ravish those heavenly lips and her enchanting body. But you knew, for both your sakes, this path was fraught with complications you didn’t want to put her through because it would destroy her innocence.

"Wait, are you gay? I'm so sorry; I should have been more careful. Please forget this ha—" Wonyoung began, but you cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "No, I'm not gay," you replied. "It's just that I have certain... something else. Let's just get dinner, and I'll show you what I mean afterward," you said, hoping to evade the topic.

Walking towards the restaurant, with Wonyoung following closely, her curiosity got the better of her, and she pestered you with questions. "Tell me what it is. It can't be that bad, I'm pretty open-minded. Please tell me; I'm so curious!"

You shot her a stern glare that left her looking shocked, but she quickly pushed back. "That glare isn't going to shut me up. So tell me what it is, and I'll shut up."

Before you could respond, the waitress arrived to take your order. You ordered for both of you without giving Wonyoung a chance to continue her line of questioning. As she filled the water glasses, you placed one in front of Wonyoung and instructed, "Drink it." She did so without protest.

"If you aren't going to tell me, at least let me guess, and you just say yes or no," Wonyoung suggested, her curiosity undiminished.

Wonyoung's questions came one after another, each one prying into the mysterious aspect of your life. You responded with straightforward "yes" or "no" answers, hoping to keep the conversation from delving too deep.

"Are you a criminal?" she inquired.

"No."

"Does it have something to do with your sexuality?"

"No."

"Do you have any medical issues?" Her gaze traveled in an unexpected direction.

"What? No, I'm perfectly healthy!" you retorted, feeling a bit flustered.

"Is it something related to your preferences in bed?" she ventured.

This time, you simply nodded.

Her response was unexpected, a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Oh, spicy. Are you perhaps into BDSM and power dynamics?"

Although you didn't verbalize a confirmation, your expression said it all. You were taken aback by how quickly she pieced it together.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I got it so fast," she exclaimed. However, her lack of further comment left you in an awkward silence, uncertain about how she truly felt about your revelation. It seemed she either felt uncomfortable discussing it or maybe had her own reasons for not pursuing the topic further.

Before you could say anything more, the food arrived, and you decided not to probe any further, not wanting to spoil the mood any further.

As the meal continued, you couldn't help but notice that Wonyoung wasn't eating properly. Her playful approach to her food caught your attention. "Wonyoung, eat properly. Don't play with your food," you advised, trying to maintain some semblance of decorum in the restaurant.

Wonyoung responded with a mischievous smirk. "What if I don't want to?" she teased, her words carrying a hint of suggestion. "Are you going to punish me for being a bad girl, Daddy?"

Her remark left you momentarily flustered and choking on the food, a rush of thoughts and desires flooding your mind. You quickly regained your composure, though, and tried to steer the conversation back to safer territory. "Let's just enjoy our meal," you suggested, hoping to quell the tension that had unexpectedly arisen.

The rest of the dinner passed in silence, the earlier tension still lingering in the air. Wonyoung had insisted on paying the bill as a gesture of thanks, but you had already settled it before she could reach for her wallet.

"I was supposed to treat you as a thank you!" she protested.

You brushed off her protests with a gentle smile. "Consider it my way of saying thank you for entertaining me."

The two of you left the restaurant, and Wonyoung followed closely as you made your way back to the car. The silence continued, hanging heavily between you. Then, out of the blue, Wonyoung broke it with words you never expected to hear from her pretty lips.

"I want to experience how you control others. How you will fuck me and make me beg"

The shock of her words hit you like a jolt of electricity, causing you to slam on the brakes and bring the car to a sudden stop at the side of the empty road.

Locking eyes with Wonyoung, you delivered your words with a firm and almost grave tone. "No, you don't," you asserted. "The things I do aren't like what you watch in movies. And even if you were serious about this, I don't believe your fragile body could handle it. Pretty things can be easily broken if not taken care of. What I do doesn't show much care for you; it would push both your mind and body to the limit."

Your words were a serious cautionary note, aimed at changing her thoughts and preventing her from a path that held potential danger and discomfort.

Wonyoung's smirk persisted, and a playful tone danced in her voice. "'I'm not as fragile as you think I am. Moreover, I don't believe you have what it takes to break me, Daddy,'" she quipped, her words filled with a hint of teasing. "On a more serious note, I honestly think you're all talk. There's no way you can actually make someone beg."

Wonyoung's taunting and challenging tone persisted as you continued the drive. She seemed entirely unshaken by the gravity of the topic, and her curiosity was piqued.

"So, Mr. CEO," she continued, her voice laced with playful skepticism, "are you saying you can make someone beg for your control? You must have some secret weapon or technique, right?"

Your eyes remained fixed on the road, and you responded, your tone still cautious. "It's not about a secret weapon or technique, Wonyoung. It's about understanding boundaries, trust, and consent. It's not something to be taken lightly."

Wonyoung, however, seemed determined to push your buttons further. "Boundaries, trust, and consent? Those sound so boring and safe. Where's the excitement in that?"

You let out a sigh, recognizing that she was testing your resolve. "There's a difference between excitement and recklessness. What I do, or rather, what I've explored in the past, is not a game. It's a realm that requires responsibility and understanding, especially when it comes to the well-being of all parties involved."

Wonyoung leaned back in her seat, a challenging glint in her eye. "I still don't buy it, Mr. CEO. You'll have to prove it to me."

Wonyoung's taunting continued unabated, and it was clear that she was enjoying pushing your boundaries. She leaned closer, her tone dripping with mischief. "Come on, Mr. CEO, don't be so serious. Show me what you've got. Make me beg or are you going to be a coward and run away?"

Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as you felt the tension in the car reach a boiling point. You had tried to warn her, to convey the gravity of what she was asking, but she seemed intent on testing you.

Finally, unable to contain your frustration any longer, you slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt by the side of the road. Without thinking, your hands found their way to Wonyoung's throat, fingers pressing firmly against her delicate skin. The shock in her eyes mirrored your own as you choked out the words, "You have no idea what you're asking for, Wonyoung." She releases a small moan.

The moment hung in the air, charged with a dangerous energy, and you realized that you had crossed a line you couldn't uncross. Wonyoung's playful taunts had ignited something within you, a darkness you had long kept in check.

Your responsibilities, your reputation, and everything else faded into insignificance as you drove to your house, your mind consumed by a primal desire. Once you stepped inside, there was no turning back. You pulled Wonyoung with you, and in the dimly lit hallway, you pinned her forcefully against the wall.

Your hand gripped her throat, and the other held her wrists firmly above her head. The room seemed to close in around you both as you whispered into her ears, your voice laced with a warning and a final chance for her to bail out. "Is this what you wanted, Wonyoung? This is your last chance. After this, there's no turning back."

The intensity in your eyes burned as you awaited her response, the gravity of the moment weighing heavily on both of you.

“Yes, This is what I wanted, for you to restrain me and have your way with me,” Wonyoung says, her eyes filled with determination, to experience what it feels like to let someone have complete control over what happens to your body.

You immediately kiss her, the kiss unlike last time was harsh, filled with lust. Both your tongues exploring each other's mouths. Sliding a knee in between her legs causes her to moan into the kiss.

Wonyoung grinds on your thighs, enjoying the friction. You let go of her throat and hands, now exploring her body but ending up on her ass, squeezing it and feeling her stiffen up with the contact.

Breaking away from the kiss you pull Wonyoung toward the room that you kept locked away from everyone. Wonyoung followed obediently. Once the door is open you push Wonyoung into the room and she falls onto the bed.

“Take off your clothes,” It wasn’t a request but a command that Wonyoung obeyed. Watching her remove her dress was like watching a movie unfold, it slowly got better. Now she was in her bra and panties.

“Kneel,” After Wonyoung's obedient response, you left the room momentarily to get changed. The air was heavy with anticipation, and every moment seemed to stretch.

You returned to the room, your presence felt as you stood behind Wonyoung. Your fingers began to braid her long and silky hair, a soothing and intimate gesture that contrasted with the intensity of the situation.

As you worked on her hair, you explained the dynamics of what was to come. "This is how it's going to go," you began, your voice firm yet reassuring. "You do everything I tell you to. If you do well, then I will reward you, and if you don't, you get punished. It's simple, isn't it?"

Wonyoung nodded, her trust in you evident. But you had one more important thing to convey. "One more thing," you added, your voice softening with genuine concern. "If at any point you think you can't handle something, say the color red. Everything that we're doing will stop immediately, and I will make sure you are fine. Your safety and well-being are my top priority."

With these words, you set the boundaries and the rules, ensuring that this journey would be a consensual and mutually satisfying experience for both of you.

With a gentle kiss on Wonyoung's neck, you left her in a state of heightened anticipation, a mix of confusion and excitement swirling within her. She could hear your movements but couldn't predict what would come next.

When you returned, it was with a blindfold in your hand. Placing it delicately over her eyes, you obscured her vision, taking away her ability to see. The loss of sight heightened her other senses, making her acutely aware of every sound, touch, and sensation. It also added an element of unpredictability, deepening the intrigue and excitement of what was to come in this shared exploration.

In the dimly lit room, a tremor of excitement ran through you. Here, within these four walls, everything was under your control. It was an opportunity to satisfy a desire that had remained hidden from the world, a longing that had been kept secret. The urge to witness vulnerability, to see tears, and to have someone willingly surrender themselves to your complete mercy had always been there, lurking beneath the surface.

With every breath, every whispered command, and every touch, you were stepping into the territory you had long kept locked away.

With a firm but controlled grip on the newly braided hair, you pulled Wonyoung up and whispered into her ear, your voice dripping with stern intent. "I'm going to make you regret every single word you said during the car ride, Princess."

Wonyoung shivered in response, the weight of your words sinking in, a mixture of anticipation and fear coursing through her.

Wonyoung yelped in surprise as you pushed her onto the bed, and her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. She had entered a realm of unknown sensations and desires, and the anticipation of what would happen next was palpable.

The sound of your footsteps drew her attention, and she turned her head in your direction. As you joined her on the silk, a hard slap landed on her cute butt.*Yelp* It was a sharp, stinging sensation that sent a jolt of electricity through her, awakening new sensations and desires that she had only begun to explore.

Slowly unclasping her bra, you squeeze her ass and give it a couple of spanks. Wonyoung is now whimpering. “Spank yourself, Princess, it better be hard, I want to see your handprint on that cute ass of yours,” Leaving Wonyoung by herself, you grab a pair of leather handcuffs.

Your tone shifted from stern to gentle as you cooed comforting words to Wonyoung. "That's enough," you murmured soothingly. "You did such a good job, princess, such a good girl."

With a reassuring touch, you grabbed both of her hands and cuffed them, ensuring they were secured firmly, making it clear that she wouldn't be able to escape from your grasp.

You introduced a new element to the unfolding scene, a game that would both challenge and please. With a commanding tone, you explained the rules to Wonyoung. "Now let's play a game," you began, your voice unwavering. "For every slap, you will count and apologize for being a brat."

Wonyoung nodded in compliance, but you demanded more. "Use your words, princess. You are a human, after all, aren't you?"

With a submissive "Yes, sir," she complied.

The first slap landed firmly, and Wonyoung counted, "1, I'm sorry for being a brat." You repeated the action, the impact slightly harder, and she continued, "2, I'm sorry for being a brat." The third strike came down, causing her to gasp with a mix of pain and arousal. "Ah!! 3, I'm sorry for being a brat."

Satisfied that she had apologized sufficiently, you reached for a glass of ice on the bedside table. Taking an ice cube, you placed it on the sensitive area where she had been struck. The sudden coldness against her heated skin made her gasp and squirm, but you held her firmly in place, introducing a thrilling contrast of sensations to the experience.

With a practiced ease, you flipped Wonyoung's petite body around, exposing her erect nipples and toned midriff. The anticipation in the room was palpable as you continued to explore the depths of desire between you.

Grabbing another ice cube, you placed it delicately on her left nipple, the sudden coldness on the sensitive spot causing Wonyoung to instinctively bring her hands down from above her head. But you were swift, catching her hands and placing them back where they belonged.

Taking the ice cube into your mouth, you traced a tantalizing path around her left mound, ensuring no part of her was left without attention. You moved to her right nipple, repeating the same maddeningly slow and sensual exploration while simultaneously pinching and playing with the other one.

Wonyoung's voice filled the room, a chorus of pleasure and desire escaping her lips as her body squirmed uncontrollably. Her legs rubbed together in a desperate attempt to find some relief from the various sensations that were overwhelming her senses, aching for release and satisfaction.

You continued your teasing exploration, trailing the ice cube slowly toward Wonyoung's belly button, relishing in the way her back curved from the heightened sensitivity. The room was filled with an electrifying tension, desire mounting with every passing moment.

Finally, you removed the one piece of clothing that was drenched, a clear indication of how excited Wonyoung had become. The ice cube hovered just above the spot that begged for the most attention. A simple act of blowing air on her very wet core caused Wonyoung to moan in desperation.

"Please," she managed to say, her mind clouded to the point where forming a coherent sentence was a challenge.

But you weren't ready to make it easy for her. "Please what, Princess?" you teased, relishing in her vulnerability.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she brought her hands down to cover it as she stammered, "Please touch me there."

You continued to push her boundaries, enjoying the game of control and surrender that had enveloped you both, as you whispered, "You have to be more specific, Princess. I've been touching you the entire time."

Wonyoung's initial response was mumbled and unclear, but when you demanded she speak louder, she screamed, "I want you to touch my pussy, please. I need it!"

Granting her request, you gently played with the swollen nub, eliciting a sharp reaction as her toes curled with the newfound sensation. After some tender foreplay, you decided to take it further, inserting one finger into her. Wonyoung's moans grew louder, her arousal undeniable.

Using your free hand to continue playing with her sensitive nub, you slowly pumped your finger in and out, savoring every sound and reaction she made.

But Wonyoung's desire burned fiercely, and she begged for more. "More, please. I need more," she pleaded, her voice dripping with need. "Please put one more finger or eat me out, please!"

You couldn't resist teasing her a bit more. "Such a needy slut," you taunted, delivering a slap to her pussy that made her scream. "Only good girls get to make demands."

Desperate and on the edge, Wonyoung responded fervently, "I'm your good girl, Daddy. Please give me more. I need it so badly."

With a sense of control that heightened the intensity of the moment, you decided to edge Wonyoung, not once, but four times. Each time, you brought her right to the precipice of release and then denied her the ultimate satisfaction. It was an exquisite torture that pushed her desire to its limits.

The first time you edged her, her moans filled the room as you skillfully brought her to the brink, only to stop just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer. "Please," she begged, her voice filled with desperation. "Please, Daddy, let me come. I need it so much."

But you were relentless, and the second time you edged her was even more intense. Wonyoung's body quivered as she teetered on the edge of release, her pleas growing more urgent. "Please, please, I can't take it anymore. Please, let me come. I'll do anything."

The third time you edged her, her cries of frustration and longing filled the room. "Daddy, please," she whimpered, her body trembling with need. "I'll be a good girl, I promise. Just let me come."

But you denied her once again, pushing her to the limits of desire. The fourth time you edged her, Wonyoung was a writhing, desperate mess. "Please, Daddy," she sobbed, her voice cracking with need. "I need it so badly. Please, please, let me come. I'll do anything you want."

With your words of encouragement, you leaned down and moved closer to Wonyoung's ear, your breath hot against her skin. "Go ahead," you whispered sensually, "show me how much you needed it, show me what a slut you are!"

Nibbling on her ear, you continued your passionate ministrations, pushing her closer to the edge. Wonyoung finally let go, surrendering to the pleasure she had begged for and needed so desperately. Her back arched, her body trembled, and a stream of liquid gushed out, staining the perfect silk sheets beneath her.

Without giving her much time to recover, you immediately take out your cock and position yourself in front of her freshly used pussy. As you slowly move in, wonyoung’s body reacts to your cock by screaming and tightening around it. She was very tight, almost like this was her first time.

“Wait, slow down, please. I am so sensitive, Daddy, please! Wait!” Wonyoung pleads and you agree. Once she nods signaling that she is ready you continue till you bottom out.

“Oh God, you are filling me up so well” Wonyoung manages to say in between moans.

“Princess, can I start moving now?” You ask because you can no longer hold back. Wonyoung makes eye contact with you through the mirror across from the bed and says “Yes, Daddy”

With her permission you begin pounding like there is no tomorrow, Wonyoung responds with nothing but moans and occasional screams when you hit her sweet spot. Her moans are like melodies you will never get tired of hearing. Playing with her clit as you pound her push her over the edge as she orgasms again, “Fuck! Daddy!” Wonyoung screams.

Even though Wonyoung had reached her orgasm you continued to pound her tight pussy. “Please, please, too much, Daddy!” The overstimulation frying up nerves in her brain and sending her to a mental state she never knew she could possibly achieve.

Wonyoung brings her hands to stop you from moving but you grab them, her eyes rolled back and back arched as you continue pounding. “DADDY NOOO!”

“This is your punishment, baby, who said you could cum? This is your punishment!” You grunt as you put more force into the thrusts Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through Wonyoung’s body.

“AGH, GOD!!” Wonyoung screams she starts to mumble things that you can no longer understand, you continue to chase after your orgasm.

“Where do you want me to cum, Princess?” You ask as you reach closer to your peak.

“I-inside, Daddy” Wonyoung manages to say in between her loud moans.

“Fuck baby, Daddy is going to cum in your tight pussy,” You grunt,

“Yes, Daddy fill me up, I need to feel that warm cum in my pussy please!” finally Wonyoung manages to form a coherent sentence. With her explicit consent, you unload the biggest load of your life in Wonyoung’s pussy.

“Fuck, Princess that felt so good, You were such a good girl, my lovely princess,” you say after you envelop her in a hug and place a kiss on her forehead.

“Yes it was, I never knew pleasure could be so intense!” Wonyoung said as you pet her hair. Silence fell in the room but Wonyoung said “This is just the beginning right?”

Realizing how insatiable Wonyoung is and how good the sex is, you reply “ Yes, Princess. From today onwards you belong to me, you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy, I love the way you touched me. I need your touch, it's intoxicating and addicting” Wonyoung says as she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck.

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Mother's Love

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

Warning: Heavy Incest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When did this start?" Seohyun asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All you can do is nod.

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

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

“I know baby”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the only reply you get is another slap.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hnghh, Mommy I’m cumming!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mommy, please put it in,” you beg.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her toes pressed against your groin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please Mommy”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod in reply.

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

“They get punished,” you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Turn around,” and so you do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck!” You moan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck I’m cumming!” You scream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

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

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Tags: Breeding, Noona!Haseul, JAV plot inspired

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Knock Knock!

"Hajoon-ie, it's Haseul-noona! Open up, please!"

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Check your shirt, check your shorts. How about your hair? Do you look presentable enough for Haseul-noona? Check one more time, you have to look decent!

"H-Hi, noona."

"Ah, Hajoon-ie~! Thank God you're here!" Haseul's million-watt smile greets your sight. "I forgot my keys and Yeojinnie locked the door… Can I crash at your place until she comes back?"

Jo Haseul-noona is your next door neighbour. She's also your other neighbour Im Yeojin's older cousin. She's your ideal girl—hyperactive, bright, extroverted, and adorable. Her tendency to take care of those younger than her has made her the apple of many eyes, yours included. At 24, Haseul does not lack choices for a potential boyfriend, and it is with that thought that you never make any moves, even though you crush super hard on her.

"S-Sure, noona! Come in, come in."

Oh fuck. Haseul-noona's in your home. It's time to hit the panic button.

"Noona, would you like something to drink?"

"Ah, water would be fine, Hajoon-ie! Thank you~!" Another million-watt smile flashes your way, and well, now you're putty for her.

"Make yourself at home, noona. You can use my Netflix."

"Okay!"

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When you return, Haseul is already midway through a movie about some previous dynasty in Korea or China, and she's particularly engrossed in the show.

"Noona, your water."

"Thank you, Hajoon-ie! Come, come sit with Noona. Noona 's wanted to watch this show for a while!"

You can't deny her anything. Simp.

Haseul reacts a lot when she watches the show. She shifts around regularly, making soft sounds like humming, gasping, and the occasional "Ooooh~" when the plot unravels. However, you're only half immersed in the movie, because Haseul has shifted closer and closer to you throughout the duration of said movie. She used to be just next to you, but now she's almost cuddled up next to you, her shoulder against yours. You're close enough to smell her perfume, and when you turn just a little to the right, you're greeted by Haseul-noona's angelic features.

If Haseul-noona has noticed you staring, she hasn't said anything, but you doubt she has. After all, she's fully immersed in the movie anyway. You take the chance to gaze at the features of the woman you crush on: silky brown hair that runs down to her chest, her gorgeous monolid eyes that shine brightly with every grin, her cute long nose, and her kissable lips. Oh, you wish to one day be able to just kiss her. One kiss, just one.

When you turn your eyes back to the screen, you're shell-shocked to see an intimate scene playing on the show. The main character has the female lead in his bedchambers, and both characters are copulating. Haseul squeals and buries her face into your shoulder as she peeks at the screen occasionally. You wonder how this made it onto Netflix when the camera shows the topless actress riding the actor, but deep down inside you, you're panicking that you're pretty much watching porn with your beloved Haseul-noona. However, behind that panic, you're unable to rid yourself of one dirty thought—what if Haseul-noona was the female lead, and you were the male lead?

"No, no, no," you think, "Do not lewd Haseul-noona."

You turn to look at your Haseul-noona, and that decision to look delivers you a fresh dose of panic. At the angle that she leans into you, you're presented with a clear view down her yellow button up, right into the deep valley of her cleavage. Mentally, you're a broken man at the combined thought of the sex on screen and the clear shot of Haseul's cleavage. You're unable to tear your eyes away from her chest, and the tenting of your shorts isn't helping.

"Oh ho ho, what're you looking at, Hajoon-ie?"

Haseul tilts your chin up, and you tear your eyes away from her chest too late. She's grinning, and you're terrified.

"N-Nothing, noona! I promise!"

"No, no, lying is bad, Hajoon-ie. Don't lie to noona."

"I… I wasn't—I…"

"Now, now, Hajoon-ie, this says otherwise~."

Haseul slides a hand over your thigh, right over your bulge. You yelp when she glides onto your hard bulge, massaging your cock over your shorts.

"Don't lie to noona, Hajoon-ie. Lying is wrong~."

This isn't real. No way.

"I—I was looking…"

"Mhm?"

"I was looking at… at your… your boobs, noona."

"And what about them, Hajoon-ie?"

You're at a loss of words from a cocktail of arousal, fear, and confusion. Haseul doesn't seem angry, but she could be. She does sound very teasing though. Perhaps there's hope.

"They're… I…"

Haseul giggles.

"Do you wanna see them, Hajoon-ie?"

What??

You sit on the sofa with muted shock as Haseul climbs over you, straddling your body. Her hands work each button open, pace excruciatingly slow, until her shirt falls open to reveal her breasts, encased within a red bra. Haseul reaches behind her back, an audible click signifying the removal of the barrier between her chest and your eyes. The bra falls onto your lap and Haseul throws it aside, her hands resting on your shoulders. Your eyes fall to her breasts, and you feel a rush of arousal course your systems as you gaze in wonder—Haseul-noona's taut nipples sit atop porcelain skin, each a perfect handful. Her areolae and nipples are brown, and the contrast only draws even more of your fancy.

"Go on, Hajoon-ie. Touch them."

You raise a hand hesitantly as you scan Haseul's features for any sign of a trick. She offers you a wide grin and a nod, the push you need to confirm her consent. A light blush dusts her cheeks with red, but she still appears confident in what she wants. Your right hand lands on her left breast, and the soft gasp that Haseul releases sends chills down your body. Gently, you knead her flesh while Haseul rests her hands on your shoulders. She leans in, her breath brushing against your lips with her sultry whisper.

"Kiss me, Hajoon-ie."

You waste no time connecting your lips to hers. Her tongue meets yours in an openmouthed kiss, both of your moans mixing with the sounds of slurping when Haseul grinds herself against your bulge. You reciprocate, grinding upwards against Haseul to increase the amount of pleasure both of you draw from the other. Your left hand reaches around her to rest on her upper back, exploring the smooth skin across the expanse of her body and the curve of her spine.

"Fuck, it feels so good, noona."

"I feel really good too, Hajoon-ie."

Haseul initiates the next openmouthed kiss. This time, you can feel her desperation—she pushes you into the kiss. You can't get enough of Haseul, and neither can she get enough of you. The delicious friction of her against you is good, but inadequate. Even with your hand on her chest, it's still not enough. Haseul rolls her hips over your crotch, a particularly hard grind drawing a whine from the woman on top. The kiss only breaks out of the need for air, a strand of saliva falling from between your tongues, lips swollen from the passion both of you share.

"Hajoon-ie, suck on my tits, please."

The sinful whine Haseul lets go when your lips wrap around her right nipple goes straight to your hard cock. Another rush of precum beads your tip, and the stickiness in your underwear is starting to get more than uncomfortable. Haseul pulls you into her chest, almost smothering you in her flesh while you flick your tongue over her nipple, your finger doing the same with her other. You wonder if this is heaven—even if Haseul's skin tastes slightly salty from sweat, you're more than content with where you are now with your Haseul-noona grinding against you while you suck on her breasts. You'd only dreamt of such a situation before, but now you could confidently say you were living the dream. In fact, you could die happy right now.

"Hajoon-ie, Hajoon-ie, Hajoon~!"

You interrupt Haseul's moans with another deep, sloppy kiss. This kiss is again desperate—both of you chase the other's lips even though you're already kissing each other hard. Tongues lash against the other's and your bodies grind harder. You break the kiss, opting to chase Haseul's nipple again. You switch your target this time—your tongue lashes at Haseul's left nipple, finger on her right. Her chest glistens with your spit and her sweat. You speed up the tempo of your ministrations on Haseul—you want her, no, need her.

"No, Hajoon, Hajoon-ie, Song Hajoon!"

Haseul squeals when she suddenly shudders, unable to support herself atop your body. She falls forward, her chest smothering you as she spasms atop your trapped self. Her hips grind down hard against your bulge, a barrage of curses amidst whiny moans and whimpers of your name right next to your ear when she bucks hard, a warm and wet feeling spreading across your clothed crotch. When Haseul stops rocking atop your body, she raises herself off you, releasing you from your temporary prison.

"Hajoon-ie, noona came…"

Haseul crawls off your body to stand in front of you. A huge wet spot stains her jeans, as well as over your hard bulge. You're almost driven crazy at the sight—your Haseul-noona just orgasmed dry humping against you while you sucked on her tits. Not only that, she squirted in her pants and all over you while moaning your name, cursing all the way.

"Sorry Hajoon-ie, noona made a mess…" Haseul bites her lip, her hands clasping together in front of her. She looks sheepish, embarrassed at having dirtied you with her juices. You push yourself off the couch to stand right in front of Haseul, who yelps in surprise. You pull your shirt off, throwing it aside, then take one of Haseul's hands to cup your hard bulge once more. You heave a sigh of relief at her touch, before you speak.

"You came, noona, but I didn't. What're you going to do about it?"

Haseul gasps. Her face burns bright red, but lust lights up her eyes.

"I'll tell you what I want, noona. I want you."

Haseul crashes her lips against yours right after you finish speaking. She grabs a handful of your ass to pull you in and deepen the kiss, and you grab both of her asscheeks in return. The kiss is short—Haseul breaks it in favour of undoing her jeans and removing them with her panties. You pull your shorts and briefs off, hurriedly throwing them to the side to return all your attention to your Haseul-noona. Haseul stands in front of you, her hands clenched into fists at the side, eyes locked onto your hard shaft sticking up towards her. You take the time to ogle Haseul's naked body too. She is clean shaven, her full thighs stained with slick from her earlier orgasm. White precum drips off the tip to the floor as your shaft twitches at the sight of Haseul's naked body.

"Oomph!"

Haseul leaps at you, pushing you back onto the couch. She straddles you once more, her knees on either side of your legs. Her lips colliding into yours for another erotic dance with your tongues. Neither of you can keep the kiss going for long—the need for air surfaces very quickly. Both of you pant heavily in excitement and lust as Haseul grabs your hard shaft and pumps it a few times before she slides herself over your length. You moan at the feeling of Haseul's slick coating your length as she prepares you for sex with her.

"Sit back and relax, Hajoon-ie. Let noona help, okay?"

Haseul grips your shaft by the base, and she raises herself to line your tip with her wet hole. She releases more soft moans when she brushes your cock across her wet slit, more and more of her juices dripping down your hard length. When Haseul stops moving your shaft, you have to choke back a loud groan when Haseul sinks herself down on your cock. Inch after inch of your hard sex disappears into Haseul's body, her walls wrapping your shaft so deliciously tight, so comfortably warm. You're unable to resist making sounds soon after—gasps and whimpers escape your open mouth when Haseul takes you to the hilt.

Haseul feels like heaven. Her tight walls squeeze you ever so often when they twitch, and the friction with every movement threatens to tip you over into orgasm. Haseul probably feels the same too—you're twitching hard within her pussy, precum flowing up your tip into her walls ever so often. She falls on you again as you wrap your arms around her body, cuddling her tight against you.

"Fuck, noona, so fucking tight!"

"You feel so big in me, Hajoon-ie, noona might go crazy…"

It takes a while before both of you can move. When Haseul pushes herself to look at you, she plants a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I'm going to start, Hajoon-ie."

When you nod, Haseul rises until half of your shaft is out of her, then she sinks down back to the hilt. Two sets of moans fill the room, then again as Haseul repeats her actions. You grip Haseul's hips, guiding Haseul up and down your shaft as you lean against the backrest of your sofa, content in watching your noona have sex with you.

"You can move too, Hajoon."

With Haseul's guidance, you push up into Haseul when she pushes herself down onto you. Her squeal of pleasure goes straight to your cock—the hard twitch and burst of precum, as well as the burst of pleasure coursing through your system feels so damned good. Never in your dreams would you have ever thought sex felt like that—you were a virgin before this, and now, not anymore.

"Oh my God, Haseul-noona, fuck, so good, fuck!"

"Yes, yes, God, fuck, Hajoon-ie, you're twitching so much, ah! Does… Does noona's pussy make you so happy?"

"Fuck, yes! Yes!"

"Good, pffh, fuck noona harder then, show noona how good you feel!"

At her command, you begin to fuck into her hard. You begin to experiment with angles, with levels of strength. Haseul cradles you in her embrace as you fuck up into her body, content with how good the sex feels. A wordless stream of moans echoes next to your ear with every thrust, just as yours echo into her chest. Her hands grip your back and head tightly, to the point of slight pain when her nails dig into your skin. You decide to use your knowledge of her sensitive nipples from earlier to your advantage again—lips wrap around nipple once more, but you now softly suckle on her breast as you fuck up into her.

"Yes, yes, Hajoon-ie, suck on noona's tits, suck on noona's tits!"

You pinch a nipple with your left finger and thumb, then tweak it slightly as you nibble on her other nipple. Haseul squeals again, her hips bucking down hard on your crotch. At the same time, you fuck up hard into her, and she nearly screams as you pass over a rough patch in her pussy.

Found it.

With your newfound knowledge, every subsequent thrust up into Haseul strikes her G-spot. The creaking of the sofa dragging against your floors mixes with both yours and Haseul's loud moans, as well as the loud claps of sex. Haseul's hips buck wildly against yours, and you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Noona, I'm not going to last much longer!"

"Me too, Hajoon-ie, I'm so close, oh fuck!" Haseul bounces herself hard atop your cock, her words broken up by loud moans and gasps of pleasure.

"Where do you—?"

"Inside me, I needs to feel your cum in my pussy!"

Those are the hottest words you've ever heard.

"OH, FUCK!"

With a loud cry, you're unable to hold yourself back. The first violent spurt of semen fires deep into Haseul's waiting pussy, rope after rope of white hot cum fucked deep into your beloved noona. At the same time, Haseul screams as a huge gush of fluid sprays all over your crotch when her pussy contracts tightly around your cock, half a second after your orgasm hits. Both of you simultaneously see white as thick, pearly cum paints Haseul's pussy white and Haseul squirts all over your tummy and crotch with each shot of cum deep into her. Both of you never stop fucking the other, hell bent on prolonging your pleasure through the other's body. You're unable to count how many shots of cum fills your Haseul-noona's pussy, but you know it is enough to not only fill her cunt, but overflow out of the gaps between your cock and her pussy. Your cum stains her skin and yours, some of it running down your balls to the couch to mix with her squirt.

Both of you collapse in a mess of tangled limbs and exhausted bodies. Your chests heave in attempts to regain as much of your breath as possible after your intense orgasms. You can't help but hug Haseul-noona tight, a prayer that this isn't a one-time thing being recited in your mind.

"You came so much, Hajoon-ie…"

A deluge of cum leaks out onto your balls when your softened cock slips out of Haseul's used pussy. Haseul pushes herself off you, another thick glob of white dripping out of her hole when she moves to stand. Cum drips down her thighs, and she collects it with a finger, raising it to her mouth to taste you.

Oh, fuck. You came in her.

"Noona, fuck! What if you—"

"Hehe, then Hajoon-ie, you have to take responsibility~. I could be carrying your baby."

You whimper at the words, the thought of Haseul being pregnant with your baby simultaneously scaring you, yet turning you on. Your soft cock twitches a bit at the thought, and Haseul laughs.

"Hajoon-ie, you're so naughty. You're getting turned on at the thought of getting noona pregnant?"

You're not sure whether to panic.

"Don't worry Hajoon-ie, noona's safe. If not, I wouldn't have asked you to cum in me."

Haseul turns around to her bag, rummaging through its contents. You wonder what she's looking for, until she pulls out her bunch of keys.

"I'm sorry, Song Hajoon, I lied."

"What?"

"I had my keys all along, Hajoon-ie."

"Wait. Huh?"

"I wanted to spend time with you…" A shy smile spreads across Haseul's face, her cheeks beginning to redden. "I just wanted to come hang out with you, and maybe make a move on you, and… well…"

You open your mouth to speak, then close it. You're not sure what to say, but you imitate a fish perfectly in shock.

"Song Hajoon, you're so cuteee~!" Haseul comes over to pinch your cheeks, then she plants a kiss on your nose. "We're dating from today!

What the fuck.

"But!"

You sit up straight as Haseul puts her hands on her hips.

"Now, we shower first. You made a mess of me."

Haseul huffs and pouts, then she pulls you up into a deep kiss. You can't help but whine in embarrassment when your cock hardens again with Haseul's tongue swirling against yours.

"Wah, Hajoon-ie, so strong and youthful." Haseul giggles, and then she tiptoes to your ear.

"Let's get into the shower, and you can use my pussy again. Let noona help you one more time, okay?"

She giggles again.

"I can't wait to feel you cum in me one more time."

#kpop smut #loona smut #artms smut #loona #artms #haseul smut #haseul #smut

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Amy Plays Boys Like Herman Li Plays Guitar

A/N: I've had this draft in progress for well over a year at this point, but it's finally finished. I also have no clue who all actually wants an Ailee piece. But she's fucking hot so I wrote her. Hope you all enjoy!

“Come on Unnie. It’s not that big a deal. He just needs a little bit of help.” Your friend whines.

“It’s fine, she doesn’t have to help if she doesn’t want to. I can figure something else out.” You say, shifting slightly as you sit on the floor.

The truth is you didn’t want your friend’s sister to tutor you. While you love hanging out with your friend, you find yourself uncomfortable around her sister. She fills you with a mixture of different emotions; but mostly an unsatisfied lust that you barely manage to stave off. As if it isn’t bad enough that she has such a voluptuous body, but she also shows it off whenever she can. You can't begin to count the number of times where you’ve been at your friend’s house and her sister walks around shirtless, her perfect, massive tits out in the open. The fact that you’ve masturbated to her several times is a secret you plan to take to your grave.

“See? He doesn’t want me to tutor him anyway. And Ailee only does what Ailee wants.” Ailee says as she slams down her can of beer on the coffee table in front of you.

You never quite knew why Amy insisted on that ridiculous nickname, but through her stubborn insistence it stuck. It didn’t help that she referred to herself in third person whenever she started drinking. Or maybe it did, depending on which of you you asked. As Ailee squirms around next to you, you manage to catch flashes of her bountiful cleavage through her bathrobe. It takes all the strength you have to not blatantly stare at her sizable chest.

"It's fine. I can just try to find someone at the university to help tutor me." You say, turning to your friend.

With your friend sitting on the other side of you, it's much easier to ignore the temptations of Ailee's body if you're staring at your friend instead. You smile, desparately trying to hide the fact that you're mentally fucking her sister.

As you attempt to change the subject, Ailee goes to stand up but accidentally bumps into you. The soft sensation of her perfect breasts pushing against you makes your cock swell up rapidly.

“Geez, unnie. You’re so drunk you can’t even stand up. You should go to sleep.” Your friend says with disappointment.

“Yeah I probably should.” Ailee smiles sheepishly.

You try to cross your legs in an attempt to hide your growing erection when Ailee attempts to get up again. She manages to stand up briefly before stumbling and falling across your lap. Her toned stomach lies perfectly across your crotch and your dick twitches involuntarily. Judging from the slight recoil, you know that Ailee just felt your cock throb against her.

The mental panic quickly overwhelms your brain. You carefully help Ailee off of your lap as you frantically try to come up with some kind of excuse. As she slowly gets off of you, Ailee stumbles once more, this time stealthily groping your dick as she stands up again.

"On second thought, I've changed my mind. I'll tutor you. Come by tomorrow at 4." Ailee says with a smirk before you can say anything.

"But unnie I have class at 4." Your friend whines.

"Well that's the only time I have available so I guess he'll just have to come by himself then."

Ailee gives you a small wink while your friend pouts. She stumbles again, this time allowing you to catch her. As you help her up again, she leans in and quickly whispers in your ear.

"Well, if everything goes right, hopefully you won't be the only one coming tomorrow." She whispers, her voice dripping with luscious seduction as she softly blows on your ear.

You shift in your seat, really hoping you're not blushing as she stands up straight.

"All right, well I'm going to bed. You kiddos have fun. Use protection." Ailee teases with a flirty wink as she walks to her bedroom.

"UNNIE." Your friend shouts, her face flushed with embarrassment.

You can’t help but smile at how flustered she is

"What's so funny?" She says, staring at you like a weirdo.

"Nothing. Just enjoying your company." You smile.

As the two of you dive back into studying, you push the sinful thoughts about her sister to the back of your head; sealing them away for the rest of the night.

Unfortunately, they didn't stay sealed for long. The next afternoon you find yourself standing in front of your friend's apartment door. You nervously look at your phone, checking the time as you look at your wallpaper. A selfie of you and your friend that you took while hiking. With a small smile, you spend a few seconds looking at the picture to steady your mind. With an anxious gulp, you ring the doorbell. A few minutes pass with no answer. Frowning, you ring the doorbell again. Ailee frequently marches to the beat of her own drum, but you didn’t think she’d forget an appointment she just made yesterday. Just as you thought maybe you got the wrong time, the front door swings open and all the time you just spent focusing your mind flies out the window.

Ailee answers the door, yawning and scratching the back of her head, making her light brown hair even more disheveled. A long white t-shirt hangs off her giant chest, loosely fluttering around the rest of her body. After a quick glance down, you notice the real danger; her complete lack of pants. The sight of her heavenly, shapely legs makes you salivate; the sinful hunger for her body slowly bubbling in your chest.

“We didn’t order anything.” Ailee grumbles in a scratchy voice as she tries to shut the door.

“I’m not a delivery guy. You were going to tutor me today?” You say, holding up your textbooks.

Staring into your eyes, Ailee blinks as her brain boots up slowly like a Window 98 computer. You suppress a smile when you visibly see the lightbulb moment in her eyes.

“Ah. That’s right!” She says in surprise as she slams her fist onto her palm.

“Do you want me to come back later?”

“No, you’re fine! Sorry I overslept. Come on in. Give me a few minutes and we’ll get started.” Ailee says, waving you inside with a smile.

Leaving the door open, Ailee disappears inside. You step inside and shut the door behind you, turning to see her waiting for you in the hallway. She gives you another friendly smile before walking deeper into the apartment. After a few steps, she stops suddenly and stretches. Straining and reaching her arms towards the ceiling, Ailee's shirt lifts up, revealing her plump ass cheeks that are barely contained by a pair of thin black panties. Your pants tighten, as your dick slowly stiffens. After a few seconds of teasing you with a glorious view, Ailee continues to walk toward her bedroom.

As you continue down the hallway, you can't take your eyes off of her figure, her juicy thighs rippling with every step. You lick your lips imagining the rest of her lustful curves jiggling as you make your way to the bedroom. Finally reaching her bedroom door, Ailee turns to talk to you and you quickly look up and cover your growing crotch with your books.

“Come on in and sit down at the desk in the corner. Just gotta do something real quick.” She smiles.

Nodding politely, you head to the desk, figuring she was going to put on some pants. After setting your books down, you sit in the spinning desk chair. You turn to Ailee and your mouth hangs open for a second before you turn back around.

“Jesus Christ, Ailee.”

“What?” She asks cluelessly.

“When you said you had to do something, I assumed you meant you were going to put on pants. Not take your shirt off.”

“What’s the matter? You don’t like what you see?” Ailee says with a seductive whisper, her voice right behind you.

Suddenly, the computer chair turns and you find yourself face to face with Ailee. Her hand on the back of the chair, she leans over you and stares into your eyes. You gulp anxiously as your eyes dart back and forth between her perfect tits and her alluring gaze. With a seductive smile, she leans in even closer; stopping right before her lips touch your own.

"Let's not kid ourselves. We both know that you stare at my body every chance you get." Ailee whispers, her warm breath tickling your lips.

"Not on purpose. How am I supposed to not look when you show it off like that all the time?"

Ailee reaches down and starts stroking your erect dick through your pants. Even through clothes you can't help but squirm from the pleasure. Ailee gives you a smug smirk before hastily dispatching your pants. She gives a small giggle as she rips your boxers down to your ankles.

You fail to stifle a pleasured gasp as her slim fingers gently grasp your shaft. Ailee slowly strokes your dick, a flurry of soft pumps already bringing you to ecstasy. If her hands feel this amazing, you can’t imagine how incredible it would feel inside her. A brief image of your friend flashes in your brain. You’ve always known your friend has a crush on you and a guilty knot forms in your chest, even though you’ve never reciprocated the feelings. After all, how can you be with somebody when you’re constantly fantasizing about their sister? You grab Ailee's wrist in an attempt to stop her strokes.

"We shouldn't be doing this." You whisper even though it pains you for her to stop.

"Why not? We both know that deep down you always wanted this to happen." Ailee whispers, every word dripping with erotic provocations.

In what feels like the longest second of your life, your eyes wander up and down Ailee's body. Her shapely legs, her plump perfect ass. Most importantly the large pillow breasts you wanted to devour as soon as you met her. Finally meeting her beautiful face again, you stare into her eyes. Ever since you met her, they always shone with so much emotion. Knowing you might never get another chance, and unable to fight the lust for the woman in front of you, you cave.

You lean in and press your lips against hers. It doesn't take long before the gentle kiss turns ravenous as you stick your tongue past Ailee's lips. The sweet flavor of her mouth coats your tongue as you aggressively swirl your tongue around hers. A soft moan tickles your lips. Several minutes pass as you lose yourselves in the soft sensation of your tongues entwining. You slip your tongue out of Ailee's mouth and regretfully pull your lips away from hers. Panting heavily from the intense kiss, you stare into her eyes.

"Not as deep down as you think." You admit, your cock twitching in her hand.

"What do you want me to do?" Ailee whispers, knowing that she now has you dancing in the palm of her hand.

"I want to feel your tits."

With a wry smile, she straddles your lap and her perfect breasts hang gloriously in front of your face. Unable to hold back, you reach up and grab her heavenly chest. Your fingers sink deeply into the pillowy flesh of her tits. The smooth satiny skin you've lusted after for so long is just as soft as you always imagined.

You quickly grow addicted to the mesmerizing sensation of her immaculate breasts in your hands, forcefully squeezing them over and over again. Your thumbs gently brush over her stiff nipples as mounds of silky flesh pour through the cracks of your fingers, Ailee's perfect tits too large for your hands to fully handle.

After a few minutes of losing yourself in her chest, she finally snaps you back to reality after seeing you lick your lips.

“Go on, suck them. I know how much you’ve always wanted to, so see if they taste as good as you imagine.”

Not one to refuse a generous invitation that you've fantasized about for years, you quickly oblige and dive in, eagerly taking a stiff nipple between your lips. The delicious taste of her breast rapidly fills your mouth, making you even more ravenous for it. Your tongue hungrily runs over everything it can, flicking and swirling around the small fleshy nub.

Every second attached to her chest only intoxicates you more as you become more and more engrossed in her delectable flavor. The more you suck and swirl on her nipple, the harder your fingers squeeze her satiny flesh. Erotic panting makes its way out of Ailee as you gently nibble on the stiff nub. Her slender fingers messily brush through your hair, occasionally grabbing small handfuls as you indulge yourself on her pillowy tits.

“Fuck, just like that. Suck the other one too.” Ailee gasps as she tightens her grip on your hair.

While you know that she most likely meant for you to switch which one you’re sucking on, you quickly come up with a different idea. Forcing her massive tits together with a rough slap, you shove them as close together as you can before attempting to cram both of her stiff nipples into your mouth.

Your tongue rapidly travels back and forth between the fleshy nubs as you messily slurp and suck on them with the frenzied force of a starving man devouring his first meal in a month. Taking both of her nipples between your teeth, you push your face deeper into the milky flesh of her pillowy breasts before pulling on them gently. As you lose yourself in the addictive taste of her chest, your stiff cock throbs against your pants that it actually hurts. But even that pain won’t tear you away from her perfect tits.

“Fuck. Suck them just like that baby, oh my god.” Ailee whines with an erotic moan.

Forcefully kneading her giant breasts in your hands, you shake them up and down as you continue to suck on them with lustful vigor. Their massive weight heaves in your palms as her silky skin ripples deliciously against your lips. Your tongue rapidly swirls and flicks around her nipples, committing everything from their shape to their taste to memory, determined to never forget anything about them. A cacophony of breathy moans escapes Ailee while you attempt to quench your never ending thirst for her chest.

You don’t know how much time has passed since you started worshiping her immaculate chest, squeezing and sucking on her giant tits as hard as you can. As you roughly grope and devour her breasts, Ailee begins to slowly squirm and grind on your lap. With a brief glance down, you confirm exactly what you thought. That the more she writhes in pleasure, the more you can feel her visibly damp panties get wetter and wetter.

With an erotic moan, she pushes your face off of her breasts and stares into your eyes with a gaze so passionately seductive it might make you cum all by itself. She removes herself from your lap and stands up with a teasing smile. A smooth flick of her fingers sends the thin pair of panties sliding down her silky thighs, leaving her dripping pussy on full display.

"Enough wasting time. I want you to fuck me so hard that you fucking break me." Ailee commands.

Before you can say anything, she unleashes a small, swift kick and the drenched underwear lands on your face. Feeling the thin black fabric soaked with Ailee’s heavenly nectar against your skin short-circuits your brain. You quickly spring up from the chair as you peel the damp underwear from your skin. Eagerly shedding your own clothes, they become a pile on her floor.

Years of unquenchable sexual hunger take full control of your body and you lightly push her onto the nearby bed. You line your cock up with the moist entrance of her cunt before glancing up at her face for one last confirmation and see a look you can never return from. Ailee bites her lip seductively, her eyes shimmering with erotic expectations. After a split second of hesitation, she gives you a small nod of consent.

You aggressively plunge your cock into her welcoming cunt as deep as you can, your tip meeting the entrance of her womb with an excited kiss. An action you can never take back, but as her velvety walls tightly grip your cock you know it’s an action you’ll never want to take back.

“You’re so fucking tight, Ailee. You feel so fucking amazing.” You grunt in between aggressive thrusts.

Even though you just started, you already find yourself wanting her in a different position. Grabbing her hips, you withdraw your shaft from Ailee’s heavenly depths just long enough to flip her over onto her knees. The deliciously plump cheeks off her ass ripple beautifully as you slam your dick back into her depths. You waste no time in establishing a frenetic pace, unable to constrain your need for her body even if you wanted to. Your hands grip her shapely hips hard enough to leave bruises as you relentlessly piston in and out of her heavenly snatch, the thick slabs of her ass heaving with every wild thrust.

“Fuck you’re hitting me so deep like this.” Ailee moans in a breathy gasp as she tries to balance herself on her elbows.

Releasing your firm grip on her waist, you lean over her back.

“Oh yeah? You like getting fucked from behind like this?” You growl in her ear.

“Yes baby, I do. Pound my tight little pussy just like this.” She gasps as your tip slams against her womb.

Forcefully throwing her hips back, Ailee begins tying to fuck you as hard as you’re fucking her. Your hands travel up her smooth milky skin before reaching her perfect chest and your fingers sink into her giant tits again. Bending over her back, you vigorously grope her bouncing breasts as you aggressively pierce her depths. As her massive breasts ripple and heave in your palms, you gleefully discover that the more you squeeze them, the tighter her velvety walls clamp around your cock.

“Oh fuck yes, just like that baby.” Ailee cries out, her powerful voice drowning out the intense sounds of your bodies slapping against each other.

The sensation of her voluptuous ass jiggling against your waist only fuels your intensity. There is no romance or love making here, just pure animalistic fucking. A man and a woman using their bodies to achieve lustful ecstasy and nothing more. Ailee’s silky cunt hungrily grips your cock, pulling and tugging your shaft with every powerful thrust.

As your dick frantically slams away at her wet cunt, you continue relentlessly groping Ailee’s massive breasts. You forcefully squeeze and knead her large pillowy tits so hard that her beautiful pale skin quickly begins to redden. Her thick ass jiggles wildly as your bodies viciously crash against each other. Every thrust inside her silky slickness is enthralling, but at the same time not enough, every second you spend wrapped by her velvety walls making you want even more.

“You like when I squeeze your tits from behind like this a lot, huh? I can feel how fucking tight you get when I play with them.” You whisper in her ear.

“I fucking love when you play with my tits, you’re so good at it.” She screams as she sits up, pushing her marvelously plump ass against your waist.

With the change of positions you can feel Ailee’s tight cunt leak her delicious juices as her back presses against your chest, the heavenly nectar trickling down your sac and dripping onto her sheets. She turns her head towards you, and while her moans have devolved into indecipherable noises, her eyes clearly tell you what she wants. Leaning forward, you catch her lips with yours and your tongues resume the lustful duel they started earlier.

As your tongues rapidly dance around each other, her silky skin undulates against your fingertips as her pillowy breasts heave wildly with every frenzied slam. Each one of your thrusts is harder and more uncontrollable than the last, your body going berserk with lust. Your fingers pinch her stiff nipples while your palms try to contain her massive tits in their grasp. A melody of moans and gasps vibrate your tongue as it entwines with Ailee’s.

You mercilessly pound away at her moist cavern, her sweet nectar staining the sheets as you indulge in the indescribable feeling of her curvaceous body mindlessly crashing against yours. Her smooth milky skin ripples hypnotically as her plump ass presses against your waist. Your fingers relish the weight and softness of her giant breasts as they jiggle and bounce in your palms. Ramming your cock into Ailee’s depths as hard as you can while you roughly squeeze her tits and kiss her from behind is something you’ve fantasized about for the longest time, and now that it’s finally happening it’s even more incredible than you imagined.

Suddenly craving a different position again, you briefly break the kiss and flip her around again. Although it’s slightly awkward, you manage to turn her so she’s facing you without having to pull out of her, your body refusing to leave the addictive pleasurable heat of her cunt for even a second.

Without missing a beat, Ailee quickly returns her tongue to its rightful place in your mouth as she wraps her arms around your neck. Your tongues swirl and rub around each other as a small bit of drool slowly drips down the corner of your mouth. Feeling like you haven’t given enough attention to her magnificent ass, your hands finally leave her pillowy tits and travel down her body. You slowly run your hands down her heavenly curves, giving her lovely hips a rough squeeze before sliding down onto her voluptuous ass. Your fingers quickly sink into the thick flesh of her ass cheeks as easily as they did her perfect tits.

Feeling her plump ass heave and jiggle from your intense thrusts is just as arousing as feeling her chest doing the same. Ailee slowly spreads her hands from behind your neck onto your shoulders, gripping them tightly as you pound away at her hot chasm. She pulls away from the kiss to unleash a shrieking moan, and a small strand of saliva briefly keeps your lips connected before it finally snaps.

“You’re so fucking deep. You fill me so much.” Ailee screams, her erotic voice dripping with satisfaction.

“You feel better than I ever could have imagined. You feel so fucking amazing.” You grunt.

Your frenzied fucking becomes so fierce that Ailee loses her grip on your shoulders falls backwards onto the bed, but you refuse to slow down your animalistic pounding. With your forceful grip on her slender hips, you raise them up as you continue your vicious slams. Her ass now hovering slightly above the bed as Ailee’s body is at a downward slope, you can feel her plump ass cheeks clap thunderously against your thighs with every violent thrust. Your eyes are drawn to her massive breasts rippling and heaving as you aggressively pound away at her velvety cunt.

The dripping walls of her chasm hungrily tighten around your cock as it frantically crashes against the entrance of her womb over and over again. You wildly piston in and out of her hot cunt, each thrust somehow more pleasurable than the last, and definitely far more addictive. An orchestra of moans, squelches and the sounds of your bodies lewdly slapping against each other floats through your ears.

“Ailee. Ailee. Ailee.”

Overwhelmed by carnal pleasure, you moan her name over and over like a broken record. Each grunt of her name perfectly in rhythm with your fierce slams.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Ailee’s hands wrap around your neck and pull you down into a kiss. Her tongue lustfully dances around yours, flicking and rubbing all that it can. The deeper the kiss gets, the more the two of you lose yourselves in your actions. Your tongues passionately swirling around each other as you violently pound your cock into her drenched depth. Excited moans vibrate against your tongue. The delicate sweetness of Ailee’s lips is so intoxicating that you’re not sure if you’ll be able to live without tasting them again after this.

You’re quickly pulled from your idle thoughts as her tight walls suddenly clench around your cock. A high pitched squeal is partially muffled by your tongues erotic duel and you open your eyes to see Ailee’s eyes half-lidded with intense pleasure. Following a hunch, you do your best to attack the same spot again. Another thrust, another high pitched squeal and another sudden constriction. Your suspicions confirmed, you resume your wild slams and focus on hitting the same spot. Ailee finally breaks the kiss and unleashes an earth shattering moan.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop fucking me right there.” Ailee screams, her erotic shrieks filling the apartment.

“Couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m almost there.” You grunt.

Pulling you against her body, Ailee traps you in her erotic prison. Her milky thighs wrap around your waist as she interlocks her ankles behind you. With how close the two of you are pressed together, you can feel her pillowy breasts heave against your chest with every frantic slam. The heat of her cunt vigorously clenches your shaft and your tip throbs violently. Her body tightly wrapped around yours, her desperate moans float directly into your ears.

“You’re fucking me so deep baby. Keep going.”

Her erotic begging unfortunately has the opposite effect and you feel your balls tighten. A sudden image flashes in your mind; Ailee’s beautiful face distorted with lustful pleasure as you stain her immaculate curvaceous body with cum as you unleash a magnitude of semen onto her perfect tits.

“I’m going to cum soon, Ailee.” You gasp as you go to pull out.

“Cum inside me! Knock me up!” She moans, her legs tightening their vice-like grip around your waist.

While her unexpected response should give you pause, your mindless thrusting doesn’t hesitate for a second. In fact, you think your body might have instinctively started going even faster.

“Are you sure?” Is the only response you can give, all of the logical parts of your brain shut down from her overwhelming erotic assault on your cock.

“Yes! I’ve wanted this for so long and I know you have too. So take your fat cock and pour every drop of cum you have into my womb.”

While you relentlessly slam into her depths, your brain struggles to rationalize everything. In the back of your head you know you should feel guilty and bad about what’s happening. Maybe even nervous and afraid of her sudden request to impregnate her. But instead the only thing you feel is the intoxicating heat of her cunt as her satiny walls hungrily clench around your cock.

“Breed me! Fill me with your cum until I break!” Ailee screams, her erotic and passionate moans music to your ears as her body trembles against yours.

Hearing her angelic voice use such impure words to beg and plead for you to fill her with your cum triggers your climax. With a primal grunt, your tip erupts inside her as Ailee’s body trembles wildly against yours while you dump blast upon blast of your fertile sperm into her cunt. As your virile semen fills her depths, every sinful feeling you’ve ever had for her bubbles to the surface.

Aggressively fucking her through your mutual orgasms, wave after wave of your thick seed pours into her and drowns Ailee’s eager womb with your potent cum. An endless, violent torrent of your milky load paints every part of part of her velvety walls white.

You continue to viciously pound away at her velvety cunt, forcefully fucking every drop as deep as you can in order to fulfill her lustful wish. Her silky walls tightly clamp on your shaft, hungrily milking you for every bit of semen they can extract. With one last violent slam, a final spurt of ropey cum floods her womb. Both of your frantic moans are gradually replaced with satisfied silence and heavy breathing as your intense torrent of cum rushes excitedly to greet Ailee’s fertile eggs.

After a few seconds to ensure every drop of your thick seed is released inside her, Ailee finally unwraps her legs and frees you from her erotic prison. You gradually withdraw your shaft and a slow stream of semen drips out now that you’re no longer damming it inside her. Her heavenly chest heaves slightly as she tries to recover from your powerful orgasm. You stare silently as a waterfall of your thick cum slowly oozes out of her when a thought strikes you.

You just impregnated your best friend’s sister. With how much cum you just unleashed inside her, there’s no way you didn’t. But even more than that, you wanted to. You know you should be ashamed and guilty for betraying her like this.

But…

Did you betray her? While you know how she feels about you, it’s not like the two of you are dating. She’s just a friend, she’s always known that. Staring at Ailee’s curvaceous body dripping with your cum, the only feeling you have is wanting to fill her even more. And as she sits up and meets you gaze, it’s clear that that’s the only feeling she has as well.

After checking the clock across the room, she turns back to you with a smile.

“It’s only 5 o’clock. She doesn’t get home until 7. Plenty of time for another round.” She whispers as if reading your mind.

Unable to argue with the seductive smile she has plastered on her face, you quickly move over and line your already stiff cock up in front of her dripping cunt. As you plunge your cock back inside her cum-soaked depths, Ailee unleashes an erotic gasp. She gazes into your eyes and gives you the seductive smirk she’s teased you with for years and whispers one sentence.

“Breed me and make me yours.”

A/N2: So yeah. This is the closest I'm ever going to get to a cheating fic lol. Sex scene is a little shorter again. Sorry. I hope it was as hot to read as it was in my head when I wrote it. Hope you all enjoy! PS: Breed Ailee.

#kpop smut #smut #ailee smut #ailee

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Damage Control

Hyeju x Male Reader

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It's a very important day for her, and you couldn't care less.

The gallery is a monument to pretension. Pristine white walls, the kind that seem to say: if you don’t get it, that’s on you, with polished concrete floors, where every heel echoes like a hammer of self-doubt. The lights dangle from the ceiling at precise angles, spotlighting the photos with calculated exactness, but also highlighting the insecurities of the photographers pacing back and forth, trying to look more confident than they actually feel.

Hyeju, for example, is dressed in something that is clearly not part of her natural wardrobe. Normally, she’d be seen in practical clothes, loose coats, comfortable pants—something she could lose herself in while exploring the world through her camera. But tonight, oh, tonight she’s a woman wrestling with a dress that’s undeniably expensive and likely borrowed from a friend too rich to care. The dress is black, too tight in the wrong places, and shiny enough to make her feel like a piece of art—not the interesting kind. The heels are high, torturous, and with each step, Hyeju wonders if it wouldn’t be easier to take the photos lying on the floor, where, at least, she wouldn’t have to balance like a drunken acrobat.

Her hair, normally loose and wild, has been tamed into an elegant updo, something that seems more like a modern art attempt than a style choice. She feels as if she’s disguised as someone who knows what they’re doing, an impostor among the real artists—or at least those confident enough to pretend.

And yet, as she catches her reflection in the gallery’s display cases, she tries to convince herself she’s worthy. After all, her series is hanging on the walls, among the others, and maybe, just maybe, that means she belongs here, dress or no dress.

But deep down, all Hyeju can think is: this is too much champagne and too many heels for someone who just wants to be a photographer.

—

She’s standing in the corner, beside her exhibit, her fourth glass of champagne disappearing in nervous sips. She watches the movement around her, but her mind is too occupied to register any useful details. The selection hasn’t started yet, and the photographer, the main critic of the night, is running late. Of course he is.

Important people always are.

Hyeju aspires to be among the top five winners of the contest. The prize? Well, merely having her work published in one of the world's most renowned photography magazines, plus a special tour with her essay showcased in various galleries worldwide; the doors this contest could open for her are endless. And what makes things even more thrilling is that she genuinely believes she has a chance this time. Five people out of twenty will be chosen. She'll be one of them.

But...

Before basking in the glamour, however, she must face evaluation by a judge with an unknown temperament. Still, she's confident that anyone with an ounce of sense will recognize the exceptional quality of her work, transcending subjective interpretations.

She turns to her photos on the wall. The series, the work that might define her career, is there, fixed and unchanging, awaiting the unforgiving judgment of a room full of pretentious people. The black-and-white images of dockworkers—strong arms, faces weathered by salt and years of invisible labor, staring down containers that don’t ask questions. The world’s transience captured there, with cranes bearing the weight of global needs as if countries exchanged desires with the clasp of metallic hands. Each container holds a secret, a demand from the other side of the ocean, and the workers, small figures in the photos, turn the wheels of the world unnoticed.

Hyeju tries to find flaws. Maybe the lighting in this shot is too strong, or perhaps the framing is slightly off. Or maybe...

No, maybe it’s just the champagne.

“Excuse me,” a female voice interrupts, pulling her out of her self-deprecating thoughts. It’s a young woman, likely an assistant, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, with the programmed friendliness of someone who’s delivered the same news dozens of times today: “The selection is about to begin.”

Hyeju mutters something that could be a “thank you” and tries to steady her breathing, handing her champagne glass to a passing waiter with such force she nearly topples the tray. Each contestant will get their five minutes of attention. She surveys the other exhibits—some incredibly well-composed, others almost amateurish. She might have a chance, maybe, if the stars align and the critic isn’t a complete jerk—or worse, utterly pretentious.

Time passes.

Then, suddenly, the group appears. Journalists and other professionals in similar fields, all carrying that aura of critical wisdom. The same assistant from before is in front, efficiently guiding the flock. Hyeju sees them approaching her wall, and her mouth instantly goes dry. The assistant begins explaining the series’ theme. “The port as a hand reaching across the ocean…”

Hyeju smiles at everyone, trying to appear friendly, interesting, accessible. She barely hears the words, lost in growing nerves. But then… she sees him. The last person in the group, hanging slightly behind the others. An unreadable expression, with a gaze that seems to measure the worth of everything in the room—including her.

It’s you.

She trembles slightly as she shakes your hand, and the moment your fingers touch: Hyeju knows. It’s you the critic.

Great. Of course, it’s you.

But would you… nah, impossible. Completely impossible.

It was years ago.

Hyeju wasn’t anyone in the photography world then.

“It's a pleasure to meet you,” you say, in a gentle yet distant tone, almost too professional.

“Nice to meet you too, I am Hyeju,” she replies, trying to sound steady, but her voice falters slightly at the end.

"Yeah, I know."

You’re there, standing before Hyeju’s photos, pacing like an inspector evaluating construction work—only here, what’s being judged isn’t a building but someone’s soul. Each photo on the wall seems to scream in silence, as if trying to convince you of its importance, of its worth.

But you’re in no hurry.

You never are.

The first photo shows a gigantic crane, its mechanical arm hovering over containers like a titan ready to devour the world. The overcast sky in the background gives a sense of melancholy, of an industrial late afternoon, and there’s something intriguing in the way the black-and-white contrasts highlight the weight of the scene. Not bad.

You take two more steps, looking at the next image: a worker, face covered in sweat, calloused hands gripping a rope. The detail in his face is impressive, each worry line drawn with precision. The guy looks like he’s contemplating every economic crisis of the last century all at once.

Points for drama.

And then, of course, Hyeju tries to make small talk. Like they all do. As if conversation could save a photo that can’t defend itself.

“I chose black and white because I think it brings a kind of… timelessness, you know? Something that transcends the digital era we live in. Color can sometimes distract from the real meaning. I wanted the shadows to be… the main narrative.”

“Hmm.” You don’t look up, your eyes fixed on a third photo, an aerial shot of the port. The docks, packed with stacked containers, resemble a game of Tetris gone incredibly wrong. Thousands of boxes, ready to carry the anxieties of an entire world. “Transcendence, huh?... Got it.”

She watches you, uneasy, as you use your iPad, seemingly indifferent to her tense existence. Hyeju has that glimmer in her eyes all young artists have—a mixture of desperation to be seen and the faint arrogance of someone who thinks they’ve discovered something others missed. You’ve seen it so many times you could give lectures on the subject.

She continues nervously. “I know your work, by the way. I really admire your series, especially the one you did on the desert. The way you capture emptiness…”

“Oh, really?” Another note on the iPad.

“Yes! Actually, it was one of the biggest inspirations for this project. The way you captured emptiness, solitude… it was, honestly, brilliant.”

You finally look up, but not at her. At another photo. “Interesting.”

Hyeju clings to the chance to extend the conversation, like someone fallen overboard reaching for a piece of driftwood. “I really admire how you can convey so much with so little. I mean, the desert is literally… nothing. And yet, you make emptiness feel full of meaning. I tried to do something similar with the port, you know? A place of transition, of constant flux, but full of invisible stories.”

“Hmm.” Another silence. You step back, observing the photos with a clinical eye, as if trying to determine if the thread holding the world together is hidden somewhere within them.

“That’s why I wanted to focus on the workers,” she continues, clearly desperate to keep the contact. “They’re like… the gears no one sees. Without them, nothing would work. They move the world, but they’re always in the shadows.”

“Yes, yes, shadows. Fascinating.” You type something more into the iPad, your fingers moving across the screen as if her words carried tons and you were determined to move them quickly. “It’s interesting how black and white can create this illusion of depth. Or it can simply look… dated."

She blinks. “Dated?”

“Hmm, yes. Depending on the intent, of course.” Your eyes are back on the iPad. “But many photographers turn to black and white when they want things to seem deeper than they are. You know, to give that air of seriousness. It doesn’t always work.”

Hyeju laughs nervously. “Yeah, of course. I wanted it to have that seriousness, but also… you know, without being pretentious.”

“And isn’t that everyone’s aim?”

And that’s it. A rhetorical question that falls like a stone into a quiet pond. Hyeju looks at you, hoping for a more elaborate reaction, some sign that you really grasped the depth she wanted to convey, but all you offer is silence as you study the final images of her series.

Finally, you turn to the assistant. “Shall we?” you ask with the calm of someone who’s already made up their mind long before the end of the exhibit.

She gives a brief nod, confirming. "Yes. Let's move on to the next exhibits."

You pause, and then, as if it were just a minor detail, add, "Afterward, I'll speak with you privately, Miss Hyeju."

The group begins to move, but Hyeju lingers, feeling as though she's been left hanging, your words hovering in the air without resolution. She watches you walk away, the iPad still in your hand, typing something that could very well determine the fate of her work. But what unsettles her most is the way you treated her, and something about your distant posture makes her wonder if you know anything.

—

The gallery is noisier now. Artists, finally free from the duty of guarding their works, gather in small groups, praising each other with enthusiasm that ranges from genuine to visibly forced. Glasses of champagne are raised in toasts barely disguised as self-affirmations, and the hum of voices fills the space, echoing off the high ceiling.

Hyeju, however, doesn’t join in. She remains near the wall, watching from a distance as you, surrounded by journalists, finish evaluating the last of the exhibits. Her hands are clasped tightly, nervousness etched into each small movement. Her eyes track your every motion, trying to read the verdict that awaits.

From afar, she witnesses the first decisive moment. An older photographer, whose work felt like an ode to glorified boredom, receives a hug from you, smiling with a relief that only someone who’s faced countless failures can mask. Further ahead, a young woman with an eccentric look shakes your hand, her eyes sparkling with joy.

But not everyone is so fortunate. Some walk away from you with mixed expressions, caught between polite disappointment and the certainty that their work simply wasn’t understood. The more courteous ones offer faint smiles—the kind that are more social reflex than genuine feeling. Hyeju recognizes the tension even from afar. But when you finally start walking toward her, the anticipation becomes suffocating. Each of your steps seems to echo across the gallery like a solemn march, and Hyeju feels time slowing down.

You stop in front of her, a slight, formal smile on your face. It’s a smile she’s seen so many times that night it might as well be part of your uniform.

"Hyeju." Your voice is soft, almost cordial. "I liked your theme."

The words strike like an electric shock. For a moment, her world comes into focus. She smiles, surprised and, for a second, relieved. Maybe all that anxiety was for nothing.

"Thank you," she says, her voice trembling with barely-contained emotion.

You tilt your head slightly, as if acknowledging a job well done. But then, you continue, in that calm tone that only serves to prepare the ground for the fall. "However, I have to be honest... As I said, the theme you chose is already dated."

The word dated hangs in the air for a few seconds, like a blade poised to drop. Hyeju's smile falters.

"What do you mean... dated?" she asks, hope clearly trying to cling to something.

"Well, the port, the workers, industrialization... this idea was novel and revolutionary, let’s say, in the days of... the industrial revolution." You pause, looking at the photos on the wall as if re-evaluating the work for a moment. "Today, it doesn’t impact the audience the same way. It’s almost like you’re trying to remind us of something we all already know. In other words, the obvious."

Hyeju swallows hard, her mind beginning to race faster than she can handle. "But the point was precisely to show how these things are invisible today. People ignore what goes on behind the goods they consume, as if everything just magically appears on store shelves and—"

You raise a hand, cutting her off politely. "Of course, of course. But the problem is, in trying to revive this concept, you end up reaffirming what's already established. There’s no novelty, you see? The port as a symbol of global flow… it’s been debated to exhaustion. The challenge is finding a new perspective on the obvious, and, unfortunately, your exhibit got stuck in trying to remind the audience of something they’re already tired of hearing."

Hyeju blinks, stunned. "But… the black and white, the aesthetic I used… I wanted to convey a sense of timelessness, as if these figures were almost ghosts, invisibly moving the world…”

"Yes, timelessness." You nod, and the formal smile reappears, almost paternalistic. "The problem is, timelessness can also look like unintentional nostalgia. And, in the end, the modern audience wants something that speaks to the present, something that challenges them. We can’t just revisit the past expecting the same impact."

She tries, desperately, to find a loophole. "But… and the contrast? The shadows, the workers… I wanted it to be a reflection of the gears that drive the world, even today. Isn’t that relevant?"

You sigh, a bit more impatient now. "Look, the concept is good. I’m not saying it isn’t. It’s just that your execution felt… too predictable. Of course, you have a very competent technical eye, and your photos are good, but it lacks that element of… surprise, of innovation." You look at her directly, your patience waning. "It’s the kind of work we’ve seen many times before, understand?"

"But I can improve!" Hyeju insists, her voice a little louder than she intended. She seems on the brink of collapse, trying to cling to what little hope remains. "I know I can. If you’d just give me a chance to revise—"

"Look, Hyeju," you interrupt her, this time with a slightly firmer tone, tired of the discussion. "I really appreciate your passion. That’s great. But the decision has been made. Try again next year. Maybe with a different perspective."

There’s a long pause. Hyeju looks at you as if waiting for you to reveal that this was all an elaborate joke, that she’d actually won. But you say nothing of the sort. You simply extend your hand, ending the conversation with a smile that seems to say you did your best, but it wasn’t enough.

She shakes your hand, her grip firm, masking what she feels inside. As you walk away toward the next artist, Hyeju stands there alone, trying to grasp how, even with all her effort, it all ended like this: dated, predictable, insufficient.

But soon, that feeling of disbelief gives way to a growing rage, building in her chest like a volcano ready to erupt. Heat rises up her throat, making her face flush with anger, her hands clenched so tight her nails are nearly digging into her skin. Months of her life dedicated to that project. Endless visits to the port, earning the workers' trust, listening to their real stories, their calloused hands more genuine than any pretty, empty magazine spread. And now? Thrown in the trash. All because her theme was dated?

She’s not going to accept this. She can’t.

You’re heading toward Miyeon’s exhibit, and Hyeju, still fuming, decides to follow you. She already knows Miyeon is a fraud; the rich girl who travels the world and thinks snapping photos with her luxury camera is some kind of artistic statement. Pathetic. Hyeju’s sure you’ll see through it too. So, she waits, hides behind a column, and listens, her body still trembling with anger but with a hint of expectation. You’re going to tear her down too; it can’t be any other way.

"Miyeon, I really liked your theme."

Hyeju barely holds back a bitter laugh. Of course, liked the theme. You say that to everyone; it’s the prelude before you destroy them. She crosses her arms, waiting for the blow.

You continue, your voice sounding... more animated? Lighter?

"The flowers in the urban landscape, this attempt to create small pockets of nature in a space dominated by concrete, by modern life… it’s a powerful metaphor."

Hyeju raises an eyebrow. Powerful metaphor? Flowers?

Miyeon, always with that doll-like expression, smiles as if she’s about to receive a cherished jewel. "Oh, thank you! I wanted to show how, even in places where everything seems artificial, nature still finds a way to exist, to bloom."

"Yes, yes!" you respond, your voice clearly animated. "The idea that these flowers represent a little hope, a breath of life amidst the chaos of cities… it’s really touching. The audience is going to connect deeply with this vision; you managed to bring a softness that contrasts with the brutality of the environment."

Hyeju feels her stomach twist. She can’t believe what she’s hearing.

You go on, pointing to one of Miyeon’s photos: a lone flower growing from a crack in the pavement in Paris. "Look, here. This flower shouldn’t even exist, and yet, there it is, asserting its presence against all odds. It’s an image of resilience."

Miyeon sighs, almost enchanted by her own work. "Yeah, exactly! I wanted each photo to feel like... renewal, you know? That nature, no matter how small, always finds a way."

Hyeju, squirming behind the column, almost laughs. "Renewal?" Miyeon must have just passed by and thought, "Oh, this flower is cute, I’ll take a picture," without understanding anything about what it means to fight for something

But what disgusts her most is your next comment. “You did a wonderful job, Miyeon. Your photos truly captured that sensitivity. It’s one of the most unique approaches I’ve seen in this contest.”

Miyeon lights up like a Christmas tree. “Wow, I don’t even know what to say!”

And then, the bombshell.

“Well, I’m telling you—you’re one of the winners.”

Hyeju nearly chokes on air.

She… won? Idiotic flowers won?

Miyeon, of course, explodes with joy, throwing her arms around you like you just handed her the universe’s biggest gift. “Oh my God! Really? That’s incredible! Thank you so much!”

“You deserve it, Miyeon. I was really moved by how you found beauty in those small moments. And, you know,” you lower your voice, almost… casually, “I’d like to learn more about your creative process. What do you say to dinner tomorrow to celebrate your victory?”

Miyeon blinks, clearly charmed. “Oh, I’d love to! Wow, that would be amazing. You know, I’ve always wanted to learn more about what inspires you. Your work is so… deep.”

You smile, looking perfectly at ease. “Well, I try. And I must say, you look fantastic today. That outfit… elegant, yet simple. Really suits your style.”

Miyeon blushes slightly but takes the compliment easily. “Thank you! And, ah… you’re even more charming in person.”

Behind the pillar, Hyeju feels her pulse pounding. Each word feels like a slow, cruel stab. She was sure her defeat was already a massive injustice, but this… this is outrageous.

You keep chatting with Miyeon, now totally at ease, a brutal contrast to the coldness you offered Hyeju. She realizes, in that moment, what really happened here. He's a perverted son of a bitch. And Miyeon, with all her art girl pretense, is just another pretty fish he wants to hook and take to bed.

She can barely breathe, her anger suffocating.

Miyeon leaves, already brimming with plans for the dinner, and you follow, smiling just as brightly. Hyeju, however, takes a deep breath, trying to rein in the overwhelming fury overtaking her.

—

Hyeju looks at herself in the mirror, her reflection blurred by tears dragging away any dignity her makeup still held. The flawless eyeliner she spent so long perfecting now looks like a bad abstract painting. She dabs a tissue over her face, trying to erase the tear stains, but only makes it worse, smudging everything. Frustrated, she mutters to herself, too lost in her own ruin to notice the bathroom door opening.

She freezes, turning her back, trying to gather what little composure she has left.

“Oh, Hyeju! Hey, isn’t today amazing?”

Miyeon, of course.

Her sweet voice floats through the restroom like a sickeningly sweet perfume. Hyeju mumbles something unintelligible, anything to mask the sensation of being shattered.

Miyeon, radiant as always, places her bag and phone on the counter before going into one of the stalls. The metallic sound of the lock echoes louder than it should, which could mean something symbolic if this were a movie. Hyeju takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and walks over to the trash to throw away the stained tissue.

And then, she sees it.

Miyeon’s phone screen is unlocked, and Hyeju, despite herself, feels her gaze drawn to it like a magnet. Curiosity is a treacherous thing. She takes a step, then another. Just a little peek. She’s not really invading privacy, just… checking something that was already open.

And there you are. Your name at the top of her Instagram chat, with a thread of messages that makes Hyeju want to vomit in pure disgust. A time, an expensive restaurant, the promise of a dinner to celebrate Miyeon’s “big win.”

The stall flushes like an alarm. Hyeju jumps back, quickly distancing herself from the phone. She pulls herself together, struggling to control the torrent of emotions as Miyeon emerges.

The human doll opens the door with a casual smile, washing her hands while tossing compliments into the air. “Your photos, Hyeju, were so beautiful. Really, you captured the essence of the port workers in a way that was very… how should I say… real.”

Hyeju simply nods. “By the way, congratulations on your win, Miyeon. You deserved it.”

Miyeon dries her hands and finally looks at her, noticing Hyeju’s devastated state. The swollen eyes, the makeup entirely ruined. She tilts her head slightly, in an almost childlike gesture, and asks, “What happened? Are you… okay?”

Hyeju takes a deep breath, trying not to sound like she’s on the verge of a total breakdown. “It’s… nothing. Just… frustration, I think.”

Miyeon’s expression softens, as if dealing with a wounded child. “Oh, you’re sad you didn’t win, huh? I get it, it’s hard. But don’t be like that. There are so many opportunities left to show your talent.”

Hyeju wants to roll her eyes but holds back. Opportunities? This coming from Miyeon sounds like a bad joke. But before she can respond, Miyeon, ever helpful, opens her purse and pulls out a makeup kit. “Here, let me fix that for you.”

Before Hyeju can protest, Miyeon is already holding a brush, touching up the mascara smudges with efficiency that only irritates her more. “You’re so talented, you know? Your work has a depth that few have. Just need a little more luck, maybe? It’ll work out, you’ll see.”

Miyeon’s sweet, condescending tone feels like a silent scream to Hyeju. She can hear the fake sympathy behind the words, the barely hidden superiority of someone who’s never had to struggle for anything. Every brushstroke is a painful reminder of how absurdly far she is from Miyeon’s privileged world.

“All done,” Miyeon says, stepping back to admire her work. Hyeju looks at herself in the mirror. There she is, a sad, generic version of Miyeon. Even with the makeup fixed, she’s still just a shadow. “Looks better, right?”

Hyeju mumbles a “thank you,” but something in Miyeon’s sweet tone makes her want to scream.

Miyeon smiles, satisfied, and puts the kit back in her bag. “Well, see you around, okay? Don’t get discouraged, all right? You’ll get there.”

With a wave goodbye, Miyeon floats out of the restroom like she’s on a cloud.

Hyeju stands there, staring at the mirror. The makeup is flawless, but she doesn’t recognize herself. Only one thought passes through her mind in that moment as the heat of her rage boils beneath the surface:

This isn’t over.

—

Hyeju sits at an outdoor table, the evening breeze ruffling the menu in her hands. The restaurant, one of those gourmet traps with plates priced higher than any decent meal should be, offers a spectacular view of the city, the urban lights twinkling below like stars trapped in concrete. Exactly the type of place you’d choose to impress a girl like Miyeon. She’s not there to eat, of course, but she orders a glass of wine, something to keep up appearances.

Time passes slowly, and Hyeju watches as Miyeon arrives. She sits nearby, but with her back to Hyeju, making the plan even easier. Hyeju can barely contain a smile as she hides behind the menu, her eyes keenly watching the pampered, spoiled girl’s every move. Miyeon makes a quick call—obviously to you.

“Oh, of course, always late,” Miyeon sighs, her melodic voice tinged with slight annoyance. “It’s fine, I’ll wait for you. I’m at one of the outdoor tables, remember?”

Hyeju wonders if the lateness is part of the charm, like a cheap trick to make a grand entrance. Always the diva. She sighs. Nothing worth having ever shows up on time.

Miyeon continues to scroll on her phone, seemingly indifferent to the world around her, but Hyeju is on high alert. She lowers the menu just enough to peek, keeping herself discreetly hidden, especially now that a couple sits nearby, offering a bit more cover. She flinches as she hears your voice in the distance.

Finally, you arrive.

“Sorry I’m late,” you say with a smile that should be banned for public safety. And then, of course, a kiss on the cheek. A casual gesture, but enough to make Hyeju’s blood rise. “You know I’m naturally unpunctual,” you add, sitting down with the confidence of someone who’s sure the world revolves around them.

“Yeah, but I’m getting used to it,” Miyeon replies with a light laugh.

—

The conversation flows with a lightness that almost makes Hyeju shrink with discomfort. The two of you laugh at silly jokes, and the flirting... the flirting is ridiculously cringeworthy from a third-person perspective.

She also concluded that what you and Miyeon had for dinner was bad and ridiculously expensive (even without any real evidence).

"So," you say after a few glasses of wine, "I was really impressed with your work, Miyeon. It has a rare sensitivity, you know? The way you captured the delicacy of flowers in the urban environment... so poetic."

The only thing poetic about Miyeon is her endless privilege, which she doesn’t even know she has. Hyeju discreetly takes out her phone, pretending to be uninterested but already positioning the camera.

“Oh, thank you!” Miyeon replies, blushing in a way that seems rehearsed. “I really wanted someone to understand that, you know? You really summed up the essence of what I wanted to convey.”

Captured the essence… Hyeju practically screams internally. If that photo series had any more essence, it would become a perfume. She tilts her phone to a better angle and starts snapping discreet photos. Tiny clicks that get lost in the hum of the restaurant.

The two of you order dinner and keep talking, each word a dagger to Hyeju’s pride.

"By the way, you look stunning tonight," you say casually, and Miyeon smiles, lowering her gaze like a princess in a cheap fairy tale.

"Oh, thank you! And I have to say, you're so handsome. Well, I already knew because of the photos and interviews of yours that I watched, but when I saw you in person yesterday, wow..." Miyeon responds, throwing back the compliment like a golden frisbee.

Meanwhile, Hyeju continues to document it all, like a private investigator who decided ethics are optional. Every shared smile, every tilt of the body, every not-so-innocent wink. She watches the story unfold before her, barely containing her disgust.

This will be beautiful.

—

The night goes on with you and Miyeon in a dialogue that, to Hyeju, might as well be nails scraping a chalkboard. Sitting at a distance, she keeps her eyes on you, wondering for the thousandth time how the universe could be so cruel. It’s not like she wants to be in Miyeon’s place—of course not—but if you had to hit on someone, it could’ve at least been her.

At least her work was good.

"So, what's the secret?" you ask with a charming smile, leaning forward slightly, your voice low and intimate. "How does someone like you, so young and talented, manage to capture these... hmm... deep layers of meaning in your photos?"

Miyeon giggles, a sound that reminds Hyeju of coins clinking in a deep well. "Oh, you're flattering me! I don’t know if it’s all that. I just... observe the world, you know? Try to see what no one else sees." She gives a small sigh of exaggerated modesty, which makes Hyeju roll her eyes. What no one else sees? Is she kidding? Flowers on the streets? Everyone sees that.

Literally everyone.

You don’t back down, your attention fixed on every word from Miyeon as if she were the center of the world. “Humility... I love that in an artist. So many people out there are just pretentious. I already knew you were special just from looking at your photos, but now… well, I can see you’re as impressive as your work.”

Impressive? Hyeju nearly chokes on her wine, forcing herself to keep a neutral expression.

You’re practically drooling over Miyeon.

"Oh, you're very kind," Miyeon replies, blushing again. "I... I just try to do my part, you know? Show the world the beauty that's hidden. That people forget to notice. And I have to say, having your recognition is... well, it’s rewarding."

You smile and, without missing a beat, reach over to touch her arm lightly. "You know, Miyeon, I have to be honest... when I saw your work, I felt something I rarely feel. Like the photos were speaking to me, saying something I didn’t know I needed to hear."

Hyeju squirms in her seat. Speaking to you? About what exactly? 'Buy a flower vase'? 'Do urban gardening'?

Her work had explored the depth of human transience and the flow of life, while you let yourself be captivated by flowers and a rehearsed smile.

She bites her lip, growing anger as she thinks: If you had to pick a contestant to hook up with, you could at least have chosen someone with a decent series. Like mine. At least it would look like a fair and professional decision. Am I not attractive enough? Or maybe I just don’t have that... doll-like quality you seem to like?

You lean over the table again. “You know, Miyeon, I have to admit... I don’t usually feel this way at professional events. Honestly, I think I’ve lost patience with a lot of pretentious photographers. But you... you’re different.”

Miyeon pretends to be modest, covering her mouth with her hand as if she’s shy. “Oh, I just do what I love. Maybe that’s what makes me... different.”

Hyeju narrows her eyes. Different? Only if we’re talking about her bank account.

"Well," you continue, your tone softer, as if you were just chatting with a close friend. "I don’t know... there’s something about you. Your lightness. The way you see the world, through the lens and, of course, in person." You smile, clearly implying something deeper. "I’d love to see more of that."

Miyeon smiles sweetly, as if she doesn’t understand the double meaning that anyone within ten feet could catch. "I’d love to show you more of my work. I think there’s a lot we could share, not just as artists but as people."

Oh, wonderful, Hyeju thinks, holding her phone strategically, ready to capture the perfect moment. She almost feels her camera in her hands again, anger sharpening her focus in a twisted way. She wonders again why you chose Miyeon. What does she have that I don’t? Does this fool just like girls who look like dolls? Or is he afraid of a woman who won’t fall for this fake charm?

"This is perfect, Miyeon," you say, your voice sweet enough to sugar-coat a lemon. "By the way, I was thinking... we could continue this evening somewhere a bit more... peaceful." You lean a bit more over the table, your fingers sliding casually along the rim of her wine glass. "My hotel has an amazing view of the city at night. It would be a crime not to enjoy it."

Miyeon giggles, and Hyeju feels it’s the kind of giggle only someone completely clueless could give. “Oh, that would be wonderful, wouldn’t it? But... I have to go to that birthday party afterward,” she says, making that practiced pout again, like she’s breaking the heart of a poor little puppy. “From that friend of mine, remember? It’d be rude not to show up. I need to be there in less than an hour.”

“Oh, such a shame... I thought there’d be time...” Your tone is so forcedly disappointed that it almost sounds ironic. “You know, I’m leaving tomorrow. Who knows when we’ll get another chance to... enjoy the moment. It would be a pity to waste this night.”

Miyeon holds your hand with almost unbearable sweetness, leaning a little closer. “Oh, don’t worry,” she says, her eyes shining like she’s just made a solemn promise. “We’ll see each other again, for sure. And next time, no parties to interrupt.”

"I’ll hold you to that promise."

“You can count on it.”

Hyeju, until then lost in her thoughts of revolt and frustration, almost misses the moment. No way… Are they leaning in for a kiss? Her phone camera is already ready, and Hyeju quickly adjusts the focus. She almost fumbles but, at the last second, manages to capture the exact moment your lips meet. Bingo.

The kiss is brief, almost innocent, but enough for Hyeju to get what she needed. The final nail in the coffin of your reputation, or at least that’s what she hopes. She feels a wave of cold triumph wash over her. Now she had proof. Proof that you chose Miyeon not for her art, not for photographic genius (which was absurd enough), but simply because you were interested in her for... less artistic reasons, to say the least.

Miyeon pulls back with a rehearsed smile. “So we stay in touch?” she asks, already turning her attention back to her phone as if nothing important had happened.

“Yeah, sure. See you, Miyeon,” you say, your tone warm, but with a barely concealed note of frustration. “And I hope it’s soon.”

"Bye honey, thanks for this wonderful night."

Miyeon gets up, grabs her purse, tosses her hair back, and leaves the restaurant as if she’s walking off a runway. Hyeju watches her every step, feeling a strange mix of disdain and envy.

And there you are, still seated, momentarily lost in the direction Miyeon went, until you eventually come back to reality, calling a waiter to ask for the bill. And Hyeju, in that moment, knows she has the perfect weapon in her hands. A picture is worth a thousand words.

Revenge won’t just be sweet... it’ll be public.

You swipe your credit card, and as you wait for the receipt, your gaze lands on something interesting. Comical, really. There, sitting near you, hidden between two tables, is a woman trying to cover her face with the menu—a move worthy of someone trying to blend in like a plant in the middle of a desert. A mysterious woman, let’s call her that. You remember seeing her when you arrived; she’s been sitting there for quite a while without ordering anything, judging by the pristine table. You chuckle softly, intrigued by this peculiar figure.

Who acts like they're in a comedy film?

Maybe it’s the wine or perhaps the high that success brings, but you decide you have to find out what’s going on here. After taking the receipt, you stand up and approach her table. She hasn’t seen you, or maybe she’s pretending not to. Doesn’t matter. You throw yourself into the seat across from her with the confidence of someone who thinks the world revolves around them—because, let’s face it, for you, it does.

“Good evening,” you say in a casual tone, as if invading someone’s space were a natural extension of your personality. “Are you alone?”

She lowers the menu just enough to reveal her eyes, which are, incidentally, quite striking and sharp. But her expression shows the reluctance of someone who knows they’re about to enter a situation they don’t want but have no way out of. “No,” she replies, firm but a bit hesitant. “I’m waiting for someone.”

You smirk, a mix of mockery and sympathy, as if you’ve just heard the world’s lamest excuse, yet you’re willing to play along. “Ah, of course. Waiting for someone. Because, you know, I’ve seen you here alone for... what? An hour? I think, whoever this person is, they’re not showing up. Happens.” You sigh dramatically. “I know the type. Busy people, missed connections... But you know what’s worse? Being alone on such a lovely night.”

She looks at you as if you’ve just claimed the sky is purple. “I’m not alone,” she repeats, her voice sharpening. “My boyfriend is on his way.”

You raise an eyebrow, visibly interested. “Boyfriend, huh? Well, if he’s kept you waiting this long... maybe he’s not as interested as he should be.” You lean slightly forward, a faintly mocking smile on your face. “But if he doesn’t show, I could keep you company. I’m told I’m an excellent conversationalist.”

She gives you a look that suggests she’d rather have coffee with the Devil. “No, thank you. I saw you with a girl just now. Isn’t one enough, Mr. Meddler?”

You chuckle, as if she’d just accused you of a minor, harmless offense. “Ah, that lovely woman? Just a friend. Work-related, you know how it is. We just went out to celebrate her win in a contest she entered. Entirely professional.”

The way you say “professional” suggests the exact opposite, but she doesn’t comment, still skeptical.

“Can I know why you’re hiding your face like that? I’d love to see more than just those pretty eyes.”

“I’m shy,” she replies abruptly, trying to cut the conversation short. “Besides, when my boyfriend arrives, he won’t like to see you here.”

You raise your hands in an exaggerated surrender gesture, though the smile remains. “Alright, got it. I don’t want to cause any problems, especially with possessive boyfriends. It just seemed like you might have been... lonely, perhaps? But alright. Lucky you that he’s on his way, then. Hope you both have a magical evening.” You get up slowly, still keeping your eyes on her, clearly trying to decipher the enigma that is this woman with her face hidden.

As you walk away, Hyeju lets out a deep sigh, as if she’d just escaped a scene from a bad spy movie. That was too close, she thinks, her heart still racing.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have hidden,” she whispers to herself as a waiter approaches, still wearing that polite—and slightly irritated—smile he’d shown before.

“Ma’am, would you like to order something now?”

She forces a smile, though it’s obvious her appetite vanished long ago. “I... lost my appetite. Just the bill, please.”

The waiter walks away, and Hyeju remains there, looking at her reflection in the restaurant window, trying to understand how her day, which was supposed to be glorious, led her to this point.

“Well, since I won't be able to sleep tonight, then neither will he.”

—

You’re in the bathroom, brushing your teeth with more force than necessary, as if trying to scrub away the bitter taste of the evening. Miyeon is gorgeous, but empty, you conclude. It wouldn’t be the first time you regretted being led by your eyes instead of your head. After all, sleeping with her would’ve just been a tedious side note in your record of bad decisions. You finish, splash water on your face, and are about to settle into bed when a distinctive knock on the door interrupts your thoughts.

“Who the hell...?” You grumble, frowning. It’s late, and you weren’t expecting anyone.

You head to the door, ready to send away whoever’s disturbing you.

But what you see makes you hesitate. Standing at your door is Hyeju, eyes blazing with a fury you hadn’t seen before. Before you can process it, she storms into the room with the grace of a storm about to break.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You shut the door, stunned, as she strides in without so much as a glance, her presence filling the room faster than you can comprehend it.

“You’re fucked,” Hyeju declares.

You turn, confusion turning to indignation.

“How did you even get in here?” you demand, voice rising.

She pauses, as if savoring your disbelief. “Reception,” she begins, as if it were obvious. “I told them I was your assistant and had something urgent to give you before your trip tomorrow. People trust good lies.” She gives a small, humorless smile.

Trip? How the hell does she know you’re leaving tomorrow?

Forget it, doesn’t matter now. You just need to make sure you never stay at this poorly secured hotel again.

Your mouth opens and closes, trying to piece together the absurdity. “Let me guess, you’re here because of the damn magazine, right?”

“Exactly. I demand you put me among the winners.” She crosses her arms, her tone as sharp as a knife.

You laugh, but it’s a harsh, humorless sound. “You’re a sore loser, Hyeju. You lost. Failed. Were defeated. Accept it and stop bothering me.” You step forward, indignation rising within you, but she doesn’t back down.

She laughs, too, but it’s a bitter sound. “Lost? Of course, I lost. Because the brilliant critic was more interested in sleeping with one of the contestants than doing his job.”

The comment hits like a punch, and you freeze for a second. “What?” you stammer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I bet you know exactly what I'm talking about. I saw you two at the restaurant.” She says it with such certainty that a chill runs down your spine. The woman hidden behind the menu... Of course. It makes sense now. “I have proof. Took photos. I was going to expose it publicly, but first, I wanted to see your face... before I ruined your life.”

Your heart pounds, pressure building in your chest. “Proof?” The word barely makes it out of your mouth. Of course, she took photos. And of course, she didn’t just come here to provoke—you’re here to be blackmailed.

“Exactly. And my demand is simple: you remove Miyeon or any other winner and place me there. Though I’d prefer you remove Miyeon, if you don’t mind.”

You try to regain your composure, take a deep breath, and shoot her a scathing look. “You think you can blackmail me like this? I can’t change the results, Hyeju. Even if I wanted to. Besides, why the hell do you think you deserve to win? Besides being a crybaby, you also have a lot of arrogance.”

Hyeju’s grip on your shirt is as sudden as it is forceful. Her fingers curl around the fabric, pulling you closer, and for a moment, you’re so surprised you just freeze. She didn’t just confront you; she dominated you. The proximity is suffocating, and the fury in her eyes brings a sensation you’d never admit: a flash of fear.

“Why didn’t you choose me?” Her voice, low and laced with restrained anger, fills the room. The question isn’t just a demand for an answer; it’s an order. You, the esteemed critic, a giant in your field, feel small for a second.

You try to speak, but your mouth is dry. How did things spiral so far out of control? She pulls you closer, her breath hot against your face, and your heart races, not from fear of what she might physically do, but from her intensity. That intensity burns in a way you find disturbingly thrilling.

"I'm talking to you!" she says, each word leaving her mouth with a fierce heat. "Why did you pick her? The porcelain doll you wanted to take to bed? And why did you leave me out? Because I'm not as 'pretty' as she is? Because I don’t have the shiny veneer of someone who can spend money on stupid trips around the world?"

You feel your shirt tighten against your chest, and though your mind wants to resist, your body… obeys. There’s a pulse of adrenaline you didn’t expect, and for the first time, you genuinely don’t know how to handle this.

“No... that’s not it,” you attempt to protest, but your voice sounds weaker than expected.

"Oh, isn't it?!" Hyeju laughs, but it’s far from amused. "Then explain it to me, acclaimed critic. Why her and not me? Because if your excuse is that my series was outdated, then what was that farce with flowers on concrete? An insult to anyone with half a brain!"

The sarcasm drips from her voice, but you’re more focused on the growing pressure. She pulls you even closer, your faces almost touching, and you feel sweat trickling down your temple, your body tensed between panic and a strange exhilaration. She’s in control, and for the first time in a long time, you’re left without solid ground.

She stares at you with a fierce smile. "So, tell me. Why? What did I do wrong? Oh, let me guess: I’m not some rich doll with a perfectly symmetrical face? Is that it? That I'm not the kind of woman you'd want to take out to dinner and then have sex with?"

You try to regain control, because this is throwing you off balance. You let out a forced laugh, trying to project the confidence that slipped away minutes ago. "It has nothing to do with beauty, Hyeju."

"Oh, no?" She yanks your shirt again, and you stumble forward. "Then why did you pick her? Am I less of an artist because I didn’t give you a seductive glance? Speak up, because that’s exactly how it feels!"

Your body leans forward, practically collapsing under her strength, and for a second you feel the power shift. Her anger is almost tangible, like a force you can feel pressing against you. And you… are at her mercy. Your mind races, but every thought is drawn back to the grip of her hands, to the look in her eyes, a fury that threatens to consume her whole.

You make one last attempt. "You want to know the real reason?" Your voice comes out stronger this time, though still tinged with exhaustion. "Fine, I’ll tell you, you wild thing! I saw that damn tweet of yours."

Hyeju pauses, her grip loosening slightly, eyes narrowing. "Tweet...? What tweet?"

You finally exhale, your chest expanding with momentary relief, but the tension remains. "The one you posted years ago. Calling me a narcissist, arrogant, wedding photographer, saying I had no talent. Conveniently on the same day I won a big award. Remember that? Yeah, I saw it. And yes, I knew it was aimed at me."

She falters, surprised. The intensity is still there, but for a second, you see a flicker of doubt in those previously blazing eyes. "That… that was years ago." Her voice is lower now, almost unsure. "I was just a dumb teenager. I didn’t even know your work properly."

You take a step forward this time, the balance of power shifting again. "I don’t care, Hyeju. You think you can say whatever online and, years later, cozy up to me when you need something? Not to mention this sailor-level crudeness of yours, barging into my room trying to intimidate me. You’re a fake artist. And you know what? This is what you deserve. You’ve already lost. And if you don’t leave now, I swear I’ll ruin your career before it even begins."

She hesitates, biting her lip, her eyes darting toward the door. But the anger is still there, bubbling beneath the surface. "Oh, that’s it? You think you scare me?" she mutters, but her tone wavers a bit. “Fine, if that’s how you want to play it, then goodbye. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She turns on her heels and heads toward the door.

You take a deep breath, thinking the worst is over, but then the memory of the photos hits you. You move quickly, locking the door, and Hyeju, surprised, takes a step back.

"Not so fast," you say, your tone laced with a new kind of certainty.

She hasn’t finished with you, but you aren’t done with her, either.

Hyeju raises an eyebrow, suspicious. She crosses her arms and looks at you as if she’s seen it all. The air between you isn’t exactly cold; it’s more like that stifling heat before a storm.

“Look,” you start, adjusting your collar as if that might ease your discomfort. “Maybe we started off on the wrong foot, really wrong. How about we try doing this right? Something positive, something that’s mutually beneficial.”

Hyeju narrows her eyes, unimpressed. “I’m not interested in anything other than you pulling Miyeon from the winners and putting me in her place.”

“I can’t do that. You know that. If I backtrack now, what would be left of my reputation? As a critic, I can’t afford to look... indecisive or, worse, corrupt.”

She laughs, but it’s not a pleasant one. It’s the kind that says you got yourself into this mess. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before deciding to screw me over.”

You swallow, feeling the blow, but you persist. “I... I was immature, Hyeju. Honestly. When I saw that tweet... I don’t know, it hit me in a way I didn’t expect. It was stupid of me to hold onto it and let my bruised ego guide my decision. It wasn’t professional, and I know that.”

Hyeju seems surprised but tries to hide it. Her anger, which was so visibly intense before, seems to give way to an internal conflict.

"So it was all because of a tweet?" She lets out a disbelieving sigh. "A tweet? That was years ago! It was just a quick jab. I was frustrated at the time; nothing was going right in my life. Seeing someone around my age achieving so much… I didn’t really mean those things.”

“I get that. And I should’ve realized it. But I couldn’t. I was childish, let my pride get in the way, and ended up… I made a big mistake. And you didn’t deserve that.”

Hyeju hesitates, the words lingering in the air as she decides whether to forgive you. “And I... I don’t see things that way anymore. I criticized you before really understanding your work. What I said—or rather, tweeted—was shallow. I changed my opinion after, started admiring your work and being inspired by it. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t even be here. So... I’m sorry.”

She seems to swallow her words with difficulty, but there’s something genuine in the apology. You see it, and something in you softens.

“I’m sorry too,” you say, your voice lower, less defensive. “For the way I treated you. I could’ve been fair, but I let something petty from the past cloud my judgment. Now, I can’t just undo it all. But I can admit your work is excellent. You deserved more.”

Hyeju turns her face, looking out the window, contemplating her next words.

“Alright... so... what do you suggest?”

You take a step forward, seizing the small opening. “I suggest we do something together. A project, a collaboration. Something that shows your talent, without needing any favoritism, where nobody loses. A chance to prove you’re far more than just a frustrated competitor.”

Hyeju looks at you, her head tilted. She’s processing, considering the offer. “And how do I know you won’t screw me over again?”

You smile, tired but sincere. “Because, honestly, I don’t want to screw you over. I did it once and… frankly, it didn’t do me any good. I want to make things right.”

She shakes her head slowly, as if the idea is taking shape in her mind. “Okay. Okay, fine. But don’t think that makes you a saint. I still think you acted like an ass because of a tweet.”

You laugh, a light laugh, almost relieved. “I was. No doubt about it. A total ass. But one who now wants to make things right.”

Hyeju finally sighs, as if accepting that there’s nothing left to do but move forward. “Alright then. Let’s see where this goes.”

The atmosphere in the room starts to relax. You feel the tension drain away slowly.

“And, just for the record,” she says with a wry grin, “Miyeon’s series? Horrible. A disaster. You need to admit it."

You laugh. “You have no idea the sacrifice. I nearly drowned in metaphors trying to explain to journalists that it was at least acceptable.”

“Acceptable? For that series to be called bad, it still has a long way to go!”

“You’re tough with your critiques—I respect that,” you say. “Now, since there’s no more conflict, how about you be a good girl and delete those photos?” you add with a wink.

You watch as Hyeju reaches into her bag for her phone, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She scrolls through her gallery until she lands on the shots she took of you and Miyeon, that innocent kiss in the restaurant now preserved in pixels. And when she turns the screen toward you, the sight of those images suddenly makes you painfully aware of your own foolishness.

“So, what do you think?” Hyeju teases, her tone laced with the knowledge that she has the upper hand. “Should I take up your collaboration offer, or… let these photos go public? It’d make for a juicy career-ending scandal, wouldn’t you say? The photography prodigy, brought down by a cheap affair.”

You laugh nervously, mostly because that’s what’s expected. Inside, your brain is already calculating the damage. “Alright, alright… Hyeju, let's not act on impulse...”

She shrugs, clearly enjoying your discomfort, then taps the screen and deletes the photos with a theatrical gesture. “Relax. I just wanted to see you sweat a little. Poetic justice, you know?”

You blink, caught off guard, unsure if you should feel relieved or resentful. “You really enjoy playing with fire, don’t you?”

“If you knew me, you’d know I do it all the time.” She slips her phone back into her bag, glancing around the room like she’s already bored. “Guess that’s that. I’ll be going, then.”

Something about her words gnaws at you more than it should. Almost on impulse, you reach out and grab her wrist. “Wait. Stay.”

She looks at you, half wary, half confused. “What are you doing?”

You chuckle softly, as if catching yourself in a slip. “I’d like to talk more with you. About… photography, art, whatever. You seem interesting. Now that there’s no drama, there’s no harm in getting to know each other better, right?”

“I still think you’re a jerk, you know.”

“I can live with that.” You smile—that smile that usually softens people up, the one that says, Yes, I’m a jerk, but a lovable one, right?

She hesitates, her gaze wandering to the mirror across the room. The reflection shows someone who clearly put effort into looking their best: the elegant dress, the perfect hair, all planned for an occasion that now feels like a waste of effort.

“Fine,” she finally replies, with a kind of resigned reluctance. “But only because I’m already here.”

You stand up, victory masked on your face, and head to the mini-fridge. Grabbing two beers, you gesture vaguely toward the bed. “Have a seat. I don’t bite… unless you ask, of course.”

She sits on the edge of the bed, still upright, as if ready to leave at any moment. You open one of the bottles and hand it to her as you sit beside her with your own.

“So,” you begin, taking a sip, “how does a promising photographer and an award-winning jerk end up here after a disastrous evening?”

Hyeju takes a sip, mulling over her answer. “Promising, huh? Look at that, the jerk knows how to recognize talent.”

“I always have,” you shrug, “but sometimes, circumstances… complicate things.”

“Circumstances like… sabotaging me over a grudge and favoring another girl just for a hookup?”

“In my defense she is as beautiful as she is empty, she has a beautiful smile and a lovely laugh… Fuck, you end up liking her…”

“That explains a lot. I knew your choice was questionable, but I didn’t know you had a fetish for wax dolls.”

“Ouch! And impressively accurate.”

Hyeju smirks, a small smile that carries a certain pride. “I’m good with words, as well as photos. Maybe I should consider a career as an art critic?”

“Oh, no, please. We have enough critics as it is. Most of them are bitterer than bad beer.”

She takes another sip, relaxing a bit more. “I don’t have the patience for it. I’d rather be on the other side, creating.”

“I can see it in your photos. They have soul.”

“Trying to impress me?”

“Maybe,” you admit, winking. “Maybe I’m just trying to make up for being a jerk earlier.”

“Keep trying, but it's not like I trust you anyway.”

You feign an offended look, hand dramatically on your chest. “Me? Incredible! Talented! Award-winning! Humble! And you still don’t trust me?”

Hyeju rolls her eyes so hard you almost expect her to get dizzy. “Award-winning? Congratulations on flattering people enough to get awards.”

“First of all, I never flattered anyone to get where I am. And, hey, look who’s talking about flattery,” you retort, taking a sip of beer. “Someone who’s already tried to ruin me with 280 characters and then spent the entire day trying to play nice. What happened to all that digital hostility, sweetheart?”

She leans in a bit, her lips curved into a smile that feels more like a threat. “You want me to be hostile again? Because I can.”

“No hostility,” you respond, smiling with a calm air. “But I’ll admit, I’m enjoying this side of you. Way more interesting than Miyeon.”

“Oh, so you like stressing people out?”

“Maybe,” you shrug. “You know… life would be boring without a good argument.”

She takes another sip of beer, like she’s deciding whether or not to keep going with this. “If it weren’t for the tweet,” she starts, in a casual tone, “would you have hit on me instead of Rich Girl Barbie?”

You chuckle, a little surprised by the directness, but not exactly bothered. “Hard to say. You don’t strike me as the type to fall for my usual charm. It would’ve been a challenge.”

“So right now I'm just a challenge to you?” she fires back.

“Hey, hey,” you raise your hands, grinning. “Not at all. But I admit I like someone who keeps me on my toes. Easy people… honestly, they put me to sleep.”

“So you sleep with Miyeon and literally fall asleep right after?” Hyeju shoots back dryly.

You burst out laughing, unable to help yourself. “Well, that’s pretty much what almost happened.”

Hyeju snickers, one of those laughs she tries to pass off as disbelief, but you catch the gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. “You’re pathetic.”

“I know,” you agree cheerfully. “But a charming kind of pathetic, or so they say.”

She shakes her head, smirking. “I don’t know how you can be so cocky and somehow a little likable at the same time.”

“It’s a rare skill,” you reply, leaning back a bit, studying her expressions as if trying to capture every detail. “And you, Hyeju, are very good at being… difficult.”

She meets your gaze, her expression firm. “Difficult? No. I’m just honest.”

“Yes, you say exactly what you think, all the time. And you know what? That’s kind of… refreshing. No one does that.”

“That’s because the world’s full of brown-nosers and idiots,” Hyeju replies, and you realize she genuinely believes that. “I don’t have time for that kind of people. If I think something’s crap, I say it.”

“Like my work,” you say, laughing. “You thought it was crap and tweeted about it.”

She takes a long sip, her eyes never leaving yours. “Exactly. And it wrecked you.”

“Wrecked? Me?” You raise a hand as if making a vow. “I thrive on criticism—it’s my fuel.”

“Didn’t look like it when you ignored me in the exhibition,” she shoots back.

“Maybe,” you admit, smiling. “But, honestly? That tweet was the best backhanded compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

Hyeju tilts her head, intrigued. “And how did you reach that brilliant conclusion?”

“Because you only went after me because you were envious of my accomplishments,” you say, looking straight into her eyes. “And I can assure you, I worked hard to get where I am.”

She pauses, biting her lip as if weighing her thoughts. “Okay, just as I'm honest about offending your work, I'm also honest about stepping back and reconsidering my opinion, so yeah, I admire your art. And maybe a hundred years from now I'll admire you too.”

“Oh, so there’s a chance you’ll change your mind?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” she replies, feigning disinterest. “If you stop being a jerk, I might consider it.”

“Now I have a new goal,” you laugh. “Stop being a jerk for Hyeju. That’s a harder project than any photoshoot.”

“Good luck,” she says, raising her bottle in a toast. “You’ll need it.”

The toast feels like a silent pact. A truce between two forces who clearly enjoy challenging each other. And you realize, against all odds, that you’re genuinely enjoying the night.

"You know," you start, leaning in slightly toward her, "that impossible way you have about you... I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like that."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she asks, crossing her arms like she's expecting another sarcastic remark.

"Good," you reply, serious for a brief second, before breaking the mood with a playful smile. "Good, but unbearable. I think you're getting me addicted to fights."

"It's an addictive drug, this whole 'brutal honesty' thing," she says, tossing her hair back. "But I can’t promise you’ll handle the addiction."

"Now I want to find out," you answer, not missing a beat.

You lean back on the bed a little, looking at Hyeju with a smile that's half-charm, half-tease. She stares right back, clearly unwilling to drop her guard, though the playful gleam in her eyes is undeniable.

"Look," she starts, still holding the empty beer bottle between her fingers, "You said I’m more interesting than Miyeon, but, let's face it, she's perfect. So perfect it's annoying. If she's your type, then I’m definitely not."

You raise an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Who said she’s my type? And who said you're not?"

She shrugs, as if it’s obvious. "If you like porcelain dolls, I’m definitely in a different category, dude."

"I'm a man of varied tastes," you counter, leaning in a bit. "And honestly? You’re very much my type."

"Oh, sure. I'll pretend to believe that."

You chuckle, but there's something more serious in your voice as you look at her a bit more closely. "I’m serious. You’ve got those eyes... those eyes that are hypnotizing. It’s like you’re a wolf, ready to pounce."

She lets out a low laugh, her skeptical expression barely shifting. "I'll really pretend to believe that."

"No, seriously!" you insist, laughing too, though your voice drops slightly, almost conspiratorial. "When you grabbed me by the shirt earlier, looked me dead in the eyes like that, I swear my heart skipped a beat. Really."

Hyeju looks at you for a moment, then one corner of her mouth curls into a mischievous smile. "You're saying you like dominant girls, is that it?"

"I’d say so, yeah. And I think a woman with enough power could put me in my place. Some people unfortunately only learn the hard way."

She is silent as she places the empty bottle on the nightstand, then she looks at you with an unreadable, yet quite sexy expression. "You make me laugh," she says, her voice a bit softer now, but with that sharp, mocking edge. "And it’s hard for a guy to make me laugh." You feel oddly complimented, but before you can respond, she continues, "But I think it's because you're kinda pathetic.”

"Pathetic, huh?"

She smiles back, eyes locked on yours as she approaches you on the bed. "Yes, pathetic. In a... charming way, as you said.”

You let out a short laugh, lowering your head for a moment before looking back at her. "Well, there’s something pretty sexy about the way you humiliate me. It makes me feel strange things."

"Oh, yeah?" Her tone is teasing, but her eyes study you with an intensity that wasn’t there before. "I make you feel that way, huh?"

You swallow, but keep the smile on your face. "You do. And I need to be honest, I’m enjoying it a lot more than I expected."

"Okay, you really are pathetic."

"Maybe," you answer, looking directly into her eyes. "And I think that's a good thing for a tough girl; you know, she can do whatever she wants with a guy like that." Hyeju stares at you for a moment as if she's deciding what to do next, but instead of saying something, she just smiles subtly. You feel the atmosphere in the room shift again, this time into something more electric, something that makes your heart beat a little faster. "Oh, and maybe," you add, your voice almost a whisper now, "getting under your skin was the smartest thing I did today."

"Smart or suicidal?”

“Well, I’m hoping to find out soon if it was smart or suicidal," you reply as you hand her your bottle so she can put it on the nightstand.

Hyeju, more relaxed now, slips off her heels and, without ceremony, puts her legs across your lap. You can't help but take a good look at her toned thighs before starting to massage her feet, noticing how tense they are. "You know," you start, your voice casual, "you would have been way better company than Miyeon at that restaurant."

“If you’d slept with Miyeon, you wouldn’t be saying that.”

You pause the foot massage for a moment, reflecting, before shrugging. “Maybe. But, honestly? I think I would’ve regretted it. She’s... well, pretty, but she’s like a hardcover book with blank pages."

“So, what? I’m the more interesting option, but clearly the second choice.”

“Second choice? Look, maybe you’re seeing this the wrong way.”

“Oh, yeah? And what’s the right way to see it?” She crosses her arms but keeps her legs on your lap.

You take a dramatic pause, your hand still resting on her thigh. "Well, who knows... maybe the universe got involved in this whole thing just to make sure we’d end up here, now. Maybe Miyeon was just the excuse."

"That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard. If that’s the best you can come up with, I think I understand why your art judgment is so... questionable."

You smile, charmed by how easily she can tear you down with a single line. "It might not work for you, but I’m good at adapting to circumstances. And speaking of adapting..." Your hand slides a little further up her leg, an almost innocent move, if not for the way your fingers rest on her soft skin. "I have to admit, you looked absolutely stunning at the exhibition yesterday."

“Oh, yeah? What exactly did you find so stunning?"

"Everything. Your dress, your hair, your perfume, you also look quite cute when you're nervous. It was hard for me to be rude to you… Seriously, I’m sorry for being such a jerk.”

Hyeju laughs, a low, almost gentle sound this time, like she's testing you. “You don’t apologize often, do you?”

“It doesn’t happen a lot,” you admit, feeling a wave of genuine honesty that doesn’t usually come up. "But now I want to apologize as much as necessary for you to forgive me."

She uncrosses her arms, and suddenly, the tension in the air shifts again. "It’s in the past," she murmurs, as if she's more focused on the present than on what happened before.

Then, before you know it, she takes her legs off your lap and leans in closer, your faces so close you can smell her soft perfume. "You know," she says, her tone half-mocking but with a hint of gentleness, "for a jerk, you’re actually pretty cute."

And without warning, her lips touch yours.

The kiss starts almost playfully, a silent dare that Hyeju seems intent on winning. She's dangerously close, her hand on your chest, and you can feel your heart pounding. She smiles between the press of her lips, as if she's reveling in your reaction. You feel the texture of her lips, soft yet firm, a kiss with that unstable tension that only makes things more thrilling. Then Hyeju decides to escalate, her fingers tracing the nape of your neck, and your hand squeezing the soft flesh of her thigh, absorbing that delicious heat. The sexual tension isn't just a spark; it's a full-blown inferno. You feel the heat rising from your lips to your face, to every inch of your skin. You try to hold back, to maintain your composure, because right now she's simply enjoying the game, and you don't want to spoil her pleasure. She pulls away for a moment, long enough for you to think the kiss is over, but it's just a cruel tease, because she's back, and this time the touch is gentler, as if she's toying with you, controlling the intensity with maddening precision. And you're convinced this is the kind of kiss that should be studied, because it's layered with meaning—a subtle provocation, a hint of irritating attraction, and an unexpected honesty that doesn't belong to two people who, just hours ago, could barely stand each other. Hatred transformed into pure desire, and it's in everything—the fine sheen of sweat, the exchanged saliva, the air, in the curious hands... The night is just beginning.

"Did you like it?" Hyeju asks.

You smile, that half-sly, half-entranced grin. “The universe definitely knows what it’s doing,” you reply.

“You’re a scoundrel, you know that?” Hyeju mutters, her voice low, as if she’s talking more to herself.

“Scoundrel? Yeah, a scoundrel with no salvation... unless some girl touches my heart.” You chuckle, that self-deprecating tone that just makes the moment even more fun.

She gives you a light slap on your chest. "Stop trying to be romantic. It doesn’t suit you.”

You laugh, genuinely, and run a hand through her hair, moving down to her shoulder. "Who said I’m trying?"

She looks at you with a mixture of disbelief and... something else. Something warmer. "Maybe you’re more interesting than I thought," she admits, almost reluctantly.

"And you," you say, your voice lowering slightly, “are much more than just interesting.”

Hyeju smiles in a way that can only be described as dangerously charming. Without warning, she moves quickly, and before you understand what’s happening, she’s sitting on top of you. Her weight on your lap is both comfortable and destabilizing, like at that moment, the control of the situation has shifted hands. And clearly, it has.

"Oh, so this is how you want to play?" you ask, trying to keep some control over your own voice.

She tilts her head, her hair falling to the side, that smile still firmly on her lips. "Me? Play? Honey, I already won."

And then she kisses you again, this time with an intensity that catches you off guard, Making you lie on your back in bed. There’s no hesitation, just desire carved into every move, every touch. Her tongue meets yours as if she's marking territory, and the sensation is electrifying. Your hands, as if they have a mind of their own, slide up her thighs, feeling the firmness and softness of her skin, moving up her waist until they reach her back.

She leans in more, her lips now moving to your neck, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. Every kiss feels like a small conquest, as if she’s claiming pieces of you inch by inch.

"You get goosebumps so easily, don't you?" Hyeju murmurs against your skin.

"Not my fault," you reply, your voice rougher than usual. "You know exactly where to touch."

She lets out a low chuckle, her teeth grazing lightly along your skin. "You haven't seen anything yet."

When she kisses you again, it's a mix of desire and absolute control. Her hands cradle your face, her lips moving with precision, and you can't help but think, in the heat of that moment, it's utterly addictive. Your tongues tangle frantically, as if every second holds a newfound urgency.

"I’m going to teach you a lesson," she murmurs between kisses, biting your lip gently. The brief pain only intensifies your longing.

You chuckle low, trying to keep a trace of your mocking personality amid the chaos. "And what kind of lesson would that be?"

She pauses, looking into your eyes with an intensity that almost undoes you on the spot. "The lesson that you can’t underestimate someone like me," she says, her hands sliding down your chest. "Because, in the end, I always win."

You give her a lopsided grin, still trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it's clear you've already lost. "Confident, huh?"

"More than you," she responds with a smirk, resuming her kisses as her hands explore every inch of your body. Your own hands are back on her thighs, moving up, feeling every curve, every line. She moves with a fluidity that can only be described as fierce.

For a moment, you try to catch your breath, but she doesn’t give you room. "You really love having control, don't you?"

Hyeju stops and looks at you, that mischievous smile still on her lips. "And you love losing it. Admit it."

"Maybe I’m learning to like it," you reply, your hand sliding along the curve of her waist.

Hyeju pauses, and slowly pulls away, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to you, before climbing off your body. With a sly smile, she stands, eyes blazing with mischief.

"Hold on, bad boy, we’re doing this my way." She says, raising her hands to finally remove the dress. The zipper slides smoothly down, and with one firm motion, the fabric falls to the floor, revealing her flawless lingerie. Her body is a living masterpiece, the kind that makes your heart both skip and race.

You watch, mouth slightly open, unable to hide your awe. "Damn… I can't take my eyes off you, you're so fucking perfect, Hyeju," you murmur.

"And you think I don’t know that?" She steps toward you, her eyes locked on yours, stopping just in front of you. "Now take off those clothes. Quickly."

Her voice is firm, almost commanding, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. "Looks like someone’s in charge today, huh?"

"Are you still talking?" she counters with a half-smile, leaning over you. "I thought you’d already figured out who calls the shots here."

You laugh, but comply without argument. You start to take off your shirt and pants quickly, trying to keep your usual charm, though you know she already has the upper hand. When you're down to just your boxers, Hyeju gives you an appraising look from head to toe, releasing a playful sigh.

"Much better," she says, placing a hand on her hip as she assesses you critically, like she’s judging what's in front of her. "But it’s still not quite good enough."

"Care to give me a hand here?" you tease.

Hyeju shakes her head, stepping forward until your bodies are almost touching. “Are you really incapable of doing anything on your own?" she says, her tone cool, but her face still wearing that wicked smile. "Fine, I’ll help you with this."

She gives your chest a light shove, making you lie back on the bed.

Hyeju approaches, her steps slow, almost like a huntress, until she easily straddles you, pressing her body against yours.

She starts kissing you, her lips hot and hungry, and you respond in kind, running your hands along her back, feeling the delicate fabric of her bra. Her kisses travel down your neck, swift and sure, until she begins to explore your chest with her mouth.

"And to think all that anger at Miyeon was really jealousy," you say, laughing between breaths as she moves lower. "Gonna deny that seeing her with me drove you crazy?"

Hyeju pauses, her lips hovering over your abdomen. She meets your gaze with a sharp look, her smile dangerously mischievous. "Crazy? Yes. But don’t get cocky. It drove me crazy for all the wrong reasons."

She continues her trail of kisses along your body, unhurried, as if she knows exactly the impact she's having on you. Her warm lips slide across your skin until she stops just above the line of your boxers.

"Are you really going to make me wait?"

"I love watching you lose control," she murmurs, before trailing her tongue slowly along your stomach. "And it looks like it's already happening."

She places a teasing kiss just above the bulge in your boxers, pressing down lightly with her fingers, and you can’t hold back a low moan. "If you keep this up, I'll have to pay you back," you threaten, but it's clear you have no intention of changing the dynamic.

Hyeju laughs, squeezing a bit more firmly, her eyes never leaving yours. "I love when you try to act tough. It’s actually cute." She plants another kiss over your boxers before lifting her head. "But we both know who’s in charge here."

She leans forward, kissing your chest again, her skilled hands toying with your nipples as your body responds to her every touch.

"You’ll thank me later," she whispers, her mouth descending again to your boxers, eyes locked onto yours. "You can bet on that."

"Or maybe I’ll be the one making you thank me," you retort, trying to keep up appearances, but knowing she’s already winning.

"Nice try," Hyeju says with a wicked grin, her fingers hooking onto the waistband of your boxers. "Now, let’s see if you can last."

She slowly and deliberately pulls down your boxers, revealing your hard cock, completely at her mercy. She releases an exaggerated sigh, her eyes fixed on you, savoring every second of your anticipation.

"Well, look at this," she taunts, tilting her head slightly as she lightly trails her hand along the length. "All this, just for me? What an honor."

You chuckle, trying to keep your cool. "Feel flattered all you want, but I want to see what you're going to do with it."

She smiles, that familiar look of pure mischief flashing across her face, before lowering her head slowly. She stops just as her lips are about to touch the head, hovering mere millimeters away, and looks up at you. "You're going to learn to stay quiet."

And before you can respond with another joke, she wraps her warm, wet lips around the head of your cock, and you let out an involuntary moan. The sensation is instant, and you can barely hold back. Hyeju works with precision, starting slow, just the tip, swirling her tongue in circles that leave you breathless.

"Still feeling cocky?" she teases, pulling away for a moment, a thin line of saliva connecting her lips to your cock. She smirks, wiping the saliva with her finger and licking it off, maintaining eye contact. "Or have you given up on playing tough?" You try to reply, but with the pleasure surging through you, you only manage an incoherent mumble. This only makes her smile grow. "Thought so."

She goes back to sucking, now taking more of you, swallowing most of your length with ease, her eyes never leaving yours. She makes sure to stay in control, adjusting the intensity and speed according to what she wants from you. Every time you moan louder, she slows down, as if testing your limits.

"How are you feeling, baby?" she asks, pulling away briefly to stroke your wet cock. "I know you love it when I make you wait."

"Not gonna lie," you admit, breathless, your mind spinning from the building pleasure. "But... you’ll have to try harder if you want to break me."

"Oh, I’ll break you, don’t worry."

She leans back down, licking along the entire length, slowly, savoring every part of you. "I'll teach you the lesson you deserve."

Her pace begins to increase, the movements faster and more intense, her mouth sliding up and down in an intoxicating rhythm. She takes you all the way, the wet sound and her soft moans filling the room. You feel the heat and pressure building, as though she's drawing the life out of you.

"Getting close, aren’t you?" she asks between licks.

"You... you know it," you admit, barely able to speak.

"Then get ready," she murmurs, focusing on the head, sucking with intensity while her hand moves to cup your balls. "Because I want to watch you lose control."

And you do. The pleasure is overwhelming, your whole body trembling as she keeps sucking, relentless. The way she alternates between licking, sucking, and squeezing your balls pushes you to the edge. You feel the pressure mounting, your body preparing to explode, but she slows down once again, pulling away and chuckling softly.

"You want to come, don't you? But not so fast," she teases, her lips still grazing the tip of your cock. She kisses the head softly, almost like she's rewarding you for holding out this long. "I'm going to end up killing you with all this teasing, you know that?" She laughs, resuming with a slower, yet equally devastating rhythm.

Each time she takes back control, the intensity climbs gradually, until you're at a point where your mind can barely keep up. Her mouth doesn’t stop, her eyes fixed on you, as if savoring the power she has in her hands—or rather, in her mouth.

Hyeju intensifies her movements, her mouth sliding over your cock with a practiced ease, not letting up. The way she switches between firm suction and long licks is unbearably good, and you feel the pleasure building up to explosive levels.

She watches you from below, a sharp gaze that knows exactly what it’s doing. "I can feel you shaking. You’re almost there, aren’t you?"

"Fuck... yeah, almost," you moan, your body arching involuntarily as pleasure reaches a peak that feels impossible to contain.

She smiles, clearly reveling in the control she has over you. "I know you can’t hold out much longer. But you’re only going to come when I let you. Got it?"

"Got it..." you manage to reply, your voice breaking as your breathing grows heavier. Each second feels like an eternity, your body begging for release, but she keeps dictating the pace, keeping you on the edge.

She leans down again, sucking harder, as one hand wraps around the base of your cock, gripping and controlling every movement. Her other hand caresses your balls, squeezing lightly, pushing you even closer to the edge.

"You’re going to come so hard for me," Hyeju murmurs, pulling your cock from her mouth for a moment. "But only when I want you to. I want to feel that power I have over you."

"You already have all the power," you groan, practically pleading. "Please..."

"That's how I like it," she says with a satisfied smile, going back to sucking, as if she wants to consume you entirely. "Now, get ready. When I give the order, you’re going to give me everything you've got."

She picks up the pace, sucking with devotion, her wet, firm lips around you, each second bringing you closer to the edge. Her eyes never leave yours, as if she's feeding off your expression of pure desperation and ecstasy.

"Are you ready?" she asks, her voice low and commanding. You can only moan in response, already incapable of forming words.

"I want you to come for me... now!"

Her words are the final trigger. The control you’ve been struggling to maintain shatters completely. Pleasure overwhelms you, and you let out a loud moan, your whole body convulsing as the first wave of orgasm crashes over you. Hyeju doesn’t let up, continuing to suck with the same intensity, taking each spurt of cum with a blend of satisfaction and triumph.

"Yes... give me everything," she murmurs between movements, her voice muffled as she keeps sucking, swallowing every drop without hesitation, as if she's feeding off you. "Good boy... I knew you’d give me everything I wanted."

Your whole body trembles as she continues, pushing you beyond your limits, until pleasure melds with exhaustion. Hyeju finally pulls her mouth away, slowly licking her lips to clean off the last traces of your cum.

"Wow..." you gasp, unable to keep from smiling, your mind still reeling. "If that wasn't a perfect blowjob, I don’t know what is."

Hyeju laughs, satisfied, leaning over you, her body warm against yours. "I warned you I’d knock you out, didn’t I?"

You nod, still catching your breath. "I underestimated you. But now... I’m completely convinced."

Her lips find yours with renewed heat, the slight salty taste of your cum mingling in the kiss. She explores your mouth with an almost animalistic hunger, her body pressed against yours as your hands trace her back, sliding down to her hips.

You feel yourself respond again, your erection returning quickly under her touch, as if your body has been trained to react to the slightest stimulus from Hyeju. She notices instantly and smiles against your mouth, breaking the kiss to gently bite your lower lip, then sliding her tongue to your earlobe, nibbling it lightly.

"Is your dick getting hard again already?" she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "But I barely let you rest."

You let out a sigh, somewhere between a smile and a moan, feeling the pressure in your cock build as she moves slowly over you. "You leave me no choice. With you, resting is impossible."

She chuckles softly, giving your earlobe another bite before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, her smile full of mischief. "That’s how I like it, baby."

As you try to catch your breath, your mind still spinning, a thought crosses your mind, and you let out a low, teasing giggle. "You know, Miyeon would never swallow like you did... Not even if I paid her."

Hyeju raises an eyebrow, her smile turning into something more disdainful. "Miyeon?" She laughs, throwing her head back for a moment. "That little porcelain princess? Please... Not only would she never swallow, she’d never let you come on her perfect little face."

"Yeah, she’d probably have a meltdown just thinking about the mess," you respond, laughing along.

"Exactly," Hyeju says, bringing her face close to yours again, her lips almost brushing yours. "And do you think she could survive a second with me? I’d destroy the princess."

She kisses you, more intensely this time, as if to drive her point home. Her tongue plays with yours, and you taste a mixture of challenge and possessiveness that only she can convey. As the kiss deepens, Hyeju's hand slides slowly down to your erection, which is fully hard again. She strokes your cock with a skilled touch, but without rushing things.

You let out a sigh, breathless, feeling your body respond more and more to her touch. "And I won’t even lie... Cumming on your face would be way more fun."

Her body presses a little harder against yours, and you feel the rising heat between her thighs as the friction makes you throb even harder.

"You talk about cumming on my face like it's the ultimate goal," Hyeju murmurs against your mouth, while her hand continues working your cock, her fingers gripping lightly. "But you haven’t even started to discover what I can do to you."

You moan softly, your body reacting automatically to her touch. "Oh, I’ve seen enough. And what I’ve seen... has already driven me crazy."

She smiles, biting your lip lightly once again. "Then it's time to show you more, don't you think?"

Before you have the chance to respond, Hyeju lets go of your erection and pulls back just enough to slide her hands down to her panties. With a swift motion, she pulls the fabric to the side, revealing her wet pussy, and just the sight makes you harder than you thought possible.

She positions herself over you, her panties still pushed to the side, and without hesitation, she lowers herself until the head of your cock touches her lips. Her heat and wetness are almost overwhelming, and you bite your lip to keep from moaning. Hyeju looks into your eyes, that expression of pure control on her face, as she starts to sink down slowly, taking you in inch by inch.

"Ah... fuck," you gasp, unable to hold back. Her tightness is intense, her warmth making your head spin, and the way she moves down slowly, with total control, only heightens the torment.

Hyeju bites her own lip, letting out a quiet moan as she feels you fill her. "Feels good, doesn’t it? Damn, you got my pussy so wet..."

She begins moving slowly, riding with a steady, confident rhythm, her hips undulating as she dictates the pace. The wet sound of her body meeting yours is intoxicating, and you feel your hands instinctively gripping her waist, trying to keep up, but Hyeju doesn’t allow it.

"Oh no," she says in an authoritative tone, stopping her movement and placing her hands over yours, pushing them away from her waist. "I told you I’m the one in control here. Don’t even think about rushing me."

You obey, smiling with a mix of submission and provocation. "Yes, ma'am. Who am I to argue?"

She smiles back, satisfied with your surrender. "Good boy."

She resumes her movement, gradually increasing her speed, her body sliding over you with devastating precision. Each time she sinks down, you feel her tightness intensify, her whole body vibrating with pleasure as she controls every rise and fall. The sight of her bare breasts only heightens the eroticism and anticipation.

"This... has nothing to do with Miyeon," Hyeju says, her voice slightly breathless, but still with that commanding tone. "She’d never be able to leave you like this... completely at her mercy. You know that, right?"

"You’re right," you admit. "Only you can do this to me, Hyeju.”

She smiles again, her ego swelling with your confession, and begins to ride you harder, the rhythm now faster, the movements more intense. The sound of bodies colliding fills the room, Hyeju’s moans growing louder, but she never loses control.

“That’s it, go on… feel how much you’re mine,” she murmurs, eyes closed as she sinks into the sensation, yet never relinquishing command. “Mmm, your cock goes so deep in my pussy, fuck!”

Hyeju speeds up her rhythm, her body rising and falling over you with a near-cruel precision, each movement keeping you on the edge of pleasure, but still far from release.

Suddenly, she pauses for a moment, her hips pressed firmly against yours, and with calculated calm, she reaches up to her bra strap. Her gaze locks onto yours, a challenging smile forming at the corner of her mouth. She slides the straps off her shoulders and, with a slow motion, unclasps the back. The bra falls away, revealing the breasts you’d been dying to see uncovered.

She holds them briefly, squeezing them lightly, fingers teasing her own nipples before letting out a low, provocative laugh. “Do you like them, baby?” she asks. “I know you can’t take your eyes off my tits.”

You feel your breath catch, the sight of her bare breasts swaying slightly as she keeps you trapped beneath her, mesmerizing. “Well… as a photographer I'm always observing things, and I appreciate natural beauty, if you know what I mean..”

She resumes riding you, now with a more deliberate rhythm, her free breasts moving with the sway of her hips, and you can’t look away. The pleasure builds slowly, but she knows exactly how to keep you on the brink, never letting you fall into the abyss.

It’s delicious torture.

“Go on, say it,” she whispers, eyes locked on yours. “Admit you love watching them bounce while I use you. Tell me how much you love being my toy.”

You moan in response, your whole body arching with the rising pleasure, still holding back as best you can. “Damn… I love it. You know I do.”

She smiles, satisfied, riding with more intensity now, her movements faster, her hips slamming into you with force. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, the sight driving you to the edge of desperation. She leans back slightly, planting her hands on your knees, her body displayed in all its glory, moving with complete dominance.

“That’s what I like to hear,” she murmurs, her voice breathless yet filled with authority.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape, the pleasure building slowly but still just out of reach.

Then, she slows down, her movements becoming a tease, provoking you. With an expression of pure authority, she leans forward, her breasts swaying lightly, almost brushing your face. She grabs your chin with one hand and looks directly into your eyes.

“Suck them,” she commands, her voice low and commanding. “I want to feel your mouth on my breasts.”

No further invitation is needed. Without hesitation, you raise your head and bring your lips to her breast, capturing her nipple and sucking devotedly. The soft taste of her skin and the sensation of her so close make you even harder, if that were possible. Hyeju lets out a low moan of satisfaction as you comply, her fingers tangling in your hair, guiding your head firmly.

“Yes… just like that,” she murmurs, her tone filled with pleasure. “I knew you’d be good at this. Go on, suck harder!”

You suck on her breast with more intensity, your tongue teasing her hardened nipple, while your other hand slides up to her other breast, gently squeezing it. Hyeju’s body responds immediately, and she moans louder, pressing her breasts against your mouth as if she wants to be devoured.

“You love this, don’t you?” she whispers, her breath ragged. “You love when I tell you what to do… when I put you in your place. You love being your mistress's toy!”

You only moan in response, unwilling to release her breast, sucking with even more fervor as your hands explore her body. Hyeju laughs, pleased with your dedication, her fingers tugging at your hair as her body starts moving over your cock again, now slower but still tight enough to make you see stars.

“Yes! Keep going… don’t stop,” she orders, moaning as she moves with a calculated rhythm, her breasts still firmly caught in your mouth. “I want to feel your mouth on me while I use you.”

You feel her body tremble slightly as she rides you, and you can’t help but let out a muffled moan, your mouth full of her breast. The pleasure is overwhelming, but you know Hyeju is still in charge, and you have no choice but to follow her lead.

Hyeju keeps riding you with absurd precision, each movement designed to bring you closer to the edge, yet still far enough that she maintains absolute control. Her breathing is heavier now, but the superior smile never leaves her face.

“You know you’re mine, right?” she says, biting her lip as she speeds up her thrusts. “My toy. My slave. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for me.”

You smile back, breathless, but with that cocky look she seems to adore. “Oh, you know, Hyeju. I’d do anything you want. I don’t have a choice, not with you like this.”

She lets out a low, wicked laugh, her hips moving almost mechanically, each thrust driving you deeper, more tightly into the grip she has on you. “Of course you don’t have a choice. Because you love being used. You love when I command. When I make a fool out of you with just a look.”

You groan in response, your hands slipping along her waist, trying to keep up, but she immediately slaps them away, stopping for a second.

“No! I’m the one who moves,” she says, with that authoritative tone that makes you shiver.

You try to hold back, savoring each second of this delicious torture, but Hyeju doesn’t let you settle in for long. Suddenly, she stops moving and lets out a satisfied moan as she leans back, supporting her hands on your knees. Her body, still enveloping you, glistens with a thin layer of sweat, and the sight alone could drive anyone insane.

"Now, I want something different," she murmurs, her eyes narrowing with an idea that already seems to put you in danger. "I’m going to show you what it’s like when I really take control."

She lifts herself slowly, letting out a sigh as your cock slides out of her, and then, without warning, she turns her back to you. Her hair falls over her shoulders as she positions herself again, this time facing away, and in one smooth motion, she lowers herself down, taking you in completely.

"Oh... fuck! I love the tightness of your pussy," you groan aloud, the sight of her back, her hips swaying as she wraps around you again, the kind of torture you’d love to endure far longer than you can manage.

She begins to ride you backwards, the pace fast and relentless, and you find yourself at the mercy of her precise movements. Each time she descends, the grip of her pussy around you feels tighter, more suffocating. The sound of bodies colliding fills the room, and Hyeju lets out moans of pleasure, but you know she’s still in control, even as she’s barely holding it together.

"Now... you’re going to watch," she says, her voice breathy but full of authority. "I’m going to do whatever I want... and you'll just keep lying like this, holding on, like the good boy you are."

You try to grip her buttocks, but Hyeju won’t allow it, pushing your hands away again with a smack, harder this time. "No! I already told you... I'm the only one who can move here."

She speeds up, riding you with force and precision, and you feel on the brink of collapse, pleasure reaching an almost unbearable level. "Damn, Hyeju... you’re going to kill me like this."

She laughs aloud, glancing over her shoulder with that smug smile. "Kill you? I haven’t even started. You’re going to beg for more before I’m done."

Her hips start moving more violently, the wet sound of her body slamming against yours filling the space. The sight of her, those perfect hips, the way she rides with mastery—all of it is a reminder of how completely she dominates you. Hyeju leans slightly forward, bracing her hands on your thighs to gain more balance, and starts dictating the rhythm with unyielding strength, and you get lost in the sight of her pussy going in and out of your cock.

"Tell me, you scoundrel," she says between moans, "do you like being like this? Completely submissive? Seeing that I do whatever I want with you?"

"You know I love it," you respond with difficulty, the moans mixing with your words. "There’s nothing better than being your toy."

She smiles, satisfied, and speeds up even more, the pace now frantic. "That’s how I like it... you adoring me, serving me…" Suddenly, she pauses for a moment, and you can barely breathe from the accumulated desire. Hyeju looks over her shoulder, a mischievous smile on her face. "Now, smack my ass," she commands, her voice full of command. "I want to see if you have the guts to give me what I deserve."

Hyeju moans loudly when the sound of the first smack reverberates through the room, the shock spreading warmth through her body that seems to fuel her. She doesn’t slow down; on the contrary, with each thrust, she presses her hips harder against you, riding even harder as if the smacks were the spark missing to ignite something primal in her.

"Yes!" she shouts, eyes closed in pure pleasure. "More! Don’t stop!"

You obey, your hand finding the soft skin of her ass with a crack. The second smack is even stronger, making her whole body shake, but Hyeju only laughs through her moans, grinding on you, her hips rolling with a mastery that drives you to the brink of insanity.

"Fuck, that’s what I want!" Hyeju demands, looking over her shoulder with a smile that mixes pleasure and challenge. "Hit me harder, don’t hold back. You like seeing my ass marked, don’t you? Go on, hit harder!"

You smirk. "Begging, Hyeju? I thought you were the one in control."

"I’m the one who calls the shots here. And I’m telling you to hit harder!" Her voice is a mix of command and desire, her body moving with an intensity that makes you tremble with pleasure.

Your hand comes down with force again, the smack echoing even louder this time. Hyeju arches her back, moaning so deeply it seems she’s losing herself in her own domination. Her ass jiggles with the impact, but she keeps riding, the sound of bodies colliding louder than ever.

"Go, don’t stop!" she shouts, moving her hips like a machine, not missing a beat for a second. "I want to feel your cock and your hands at the same time! Make me feel like I’m your owner... because I am!"

You don’t hesitate, your hand striking her ass again and again, the sound of smacks mixing with Hyeju’s desperate moans. She doesn’t stop riding; every hit on her skin makes her moan louder, her breathing ragged and movements almost frenzied now. She’s in complete control, even while begging for more.

"More! It’s not enough!" she shouts, her body shaking wildly, hair flying as she rides you like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do. "Hit me until I can’t take anymore!"

You feel her body trembling around yours; each smack you deliver seems to bring her closer to an insane climax, but she doesn’t slow down. On the contrary, she grips you with an intensity that makes your head spin, the wet sounds of her pussy, the smacks and bodies colliding all you can hear.

"You’re going crazy, aren’t you?" Hyeju taunts between moans, her breath labored but her voice still firm. "I can see it on your face… Mmm, it turns me on so much that you obey me without hesitation, you're so fucking pathetic.”

"Yeah! I’d do anything for you, Hyeju."

She laughs, her satisfaction evident on her face. "I know you would. And you will. Right now."

Suddenly, Hyeju stops riding and quickly gets up, pulling your cock out of her. The emptiness is immediate and almost unbearable, but before you can protest, she turns, facing you, and deftly removes her panties and tosses them aside; without wasting any time, she climbs onto your chest, her knees braced at your sides, with that look of pure authority. Her gaze drops to your face, and you know exactly what comes next.

Hyeju doesn’t even need to speak.

"Open that fucking mouth and do as I say,” she commands, looking directly into your eyes.

She slowly lowers herself, her pulsing pussy hovering over your face, and you obey without hesitation. Your mouth finds her center of pleasure, your tongue sliding between the warm lips as you suck and lick with devotion, her taste filling your senses. Hyeju’s body trembles at the first touch, but she remains in control, pressing her hips down to force you to lick deeper.

"Ah, that... that’s how I like it," Hyeju moans, her voice filled with pleasure. "Don’t stop..."

You move your tongue with precision, exploring every part of her juicy pussy, sucking harder as your hands reach up to grab her ass, squeezing it as if it were your anchor. Hyeju moans louder, her body moving to the rhythm she dictates, grinding against your face, her moans now uninhibited.

"That’s it... keep going... Faster!" she cries, her fingers tangling in your hair, pulling your head against her as she writhes in pleasure. "You love doing this, don’t you? Say it... say you love the taste of your owner."

You try to respond, but the words get lost as you lick more intensely, your mouth fully occupied in fulfilling her every command. Hyeju laughs, pleased with your dedication, but doesn’t let up the pressure. She moves up and down on your face, grinding herself harder each time, as her body nears its climax.

"Ah, fuck... you’re perfect," she moans, breathless, her whole body trembling. "I’m going to cum... and you’re going to swallow every drop of my juice, got it? You’re going to savor your owner like never before."

You can only groan in response, your mouth trapped in the frenzy of her body. Hyeju begins to move faster, her moans becoming almost screams, her hands still gripping your hair tightly as her body trembles above you.

“Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in your mouth! That's it! Suck my pussy, don't stop!”

She’s completely out of control, her moans filling the room as she cums in your mouth with an intensity you’ve never seen before.

"That’s it... swallow it all… fuck!" Hyeju screams, her body shaking with spasms. "Taste your owner... every drop!"

You do exactly what she wants, drinking her juice, sucking every part of her as Hyeju comes down from her climax, her movements finally slowing The taste of her pussy fills your mouth, along with the smell in your nose, and you can’t help but feel satisfaction from having brought her to this point.

Hyeju collapses beside you on the bed, her chest rising and falling quickly as she tries to catch her breath. But the smile on her face is one of pure satisfaction. Without a word, she leans over, her gaze fixed on yours, and in a slow, deliberate motion, kisses you deeply, her tongue finding yours, tasting herself in your mouth.

"Mmm... so good," Hyeju murmurs against your lips, chuckling. "That's my taste you're savoring... and I want you to never forget it. Every time you serve me, it’ll be like this... I'll reward you."

She lightly bites your lower lip, her gaze gleaming with pure mischief but also a hidden tenderness behind her control. "You did so fucking well, but there's still more. I can't get enough of using you. Now, tell me... how did it feel? I want to hear."

You take a deep breath, still recovering. "It was... damn, it was like I was in heaven and hell at the same time. And I’d do it all over again, just to see you like that."

Hyeju smiles, her gaze satisfied and possessive. "I know you would. Because you know I’m everything you need." She pauses for a moment, eyes locked on yours, before adding with a devilish smile, "If I let you, you'd spend the rest of the night licking my pussy. Confess."

Your breathing gets heavy, your fingers sliding down her back, and you can't help but respond. "Fuck, Hyeju, I'd do it all day if you wanted."

"I know you would. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen now."

She starts to move, positioning herself over you, and suddenly, you understand exactly what she wants. Hyeju lifts one leg, turning her body to face away from you, getting on her knees over your head again, but this time she leans forward, her hands already reaching for your still-hard cock. You feel her warm breath close, desire building in the air around you.

"Time for 69, baby," she murmurs, her voice both sweet and commanding. "I’m going to use you again... and you’re going to worship me like I deserve."

Without waiting for a response, Hyeju lowers her hips, pressing her pussy directly against your mouth once more, her scent consuming you. At the same time, she grips your cock with one hand, not hesitating to slide her mouth over it, sucking with that same devotion you felt before. But now, the rhythm is different—more controlled, slower, as if she’s savoring every second.

"Ah, yes... so good," she moans between sucks, her words muffled by your cock in her mouth. "You love it when I suck, don’t you? Say it!"

You try to speak, but your mouth is occupied, licking and sucking her pussy like your life depends on it. Each movement of your tongue seems to make her body tremble, and Hyeju responds by riding your face with more intensity, while her mouth moves slowly down your cock, deeper each time, reaching her throat.

She pauses for a moment, pulling your cock out of her mouth just to speak, her voice breathless. "Fuck, you're so delicious. I’ll never get tired of doing this to you... never."

Hyeju returns to sucking with more intensity, her tongue swirling around the tip, her moans blending with the wet sounds of the blowjob as you keep licking her pussy. Her legs tremble around your head, her body tensing with pleasure, but she doesn’t stop for a second. Even in the midst of an imminent climax, she keeps control, her moans getting louder but never losing that authoritative tone.

"Yes... make me come again, damn it!" Hyeju demands, her voice full of lust. "I want to feel your tongue inside me, until I come in your mouth again."

You obey, moving your tongue with more precision, sucking harder as Hyeju shivers above you. She resumes devouring your cock, sucking with an insane devotion, every movement of her mouth bringing you closer to your own climax. But you know the focus right now is her—Hyeju is in control, and she’ll make sure you know that until the last second.

Hyeju begins to lose control as the rhythm between you intensifies. The heat of her wet pussy pulses against your face, her skin growing hotter as her movements become more desperate, almost frenzied. The pleasure you give her with your tongue pushes her to a point where all her dominance blends with raw vulnerability, visible in the increasingly hoarse moans she lets out.

"Ah... fuck... yes..." Hyeju moans, her voice almost breaking as she keeps grinding against you, her legs trembling around your head. She tries to maintain control, to hold onto her dominance, but you sense that she’s on the verge of completely losing herself in the pleasure you’re giving her. "Don’t... don’t stop... make me come aga—oh fuck!"

Your tongue works with precision, every lick and suck sending Hyeju deeper into this spiral of ecstasy. She tries to keep sucking you, but her movements become uncoordinated, as if the pleasure is stripping away her ability to focus on anything but what she's feeling. Even so, she still tries, her warm mouth wrapping around your cock as her hands attempt to maintain rhythm, though it's clear she’s being overtaken by sensation.

"Ah... fuck... you... you drive me crazy..." Hyeju murmurs, her breath ragged, her moans growing louder as the pressure of her hips against your face increases. "I... I can’t... ahhh...!"

Hyeju starts grinding uncontrollably against your tongue, her movements erratic as pleasure consumes her. She tries to speak, but the words get lost in louder and louder moans, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her mouth barely manages to stay on your cock, the rhythm completely broken, with muffled moans escaping with each attempt at a suck.

"I... fuck, I’m going to come again..." she cries out, her voice loud and hoarse, almost desperate. "Don’t... don’t stop! I’m going... I’m going to come in your mouth again!"

Hyeju leans forward more, her legs trembling around your head, her body on the brink of collapsing under the weight of pleasure. You feel the exact moment when she loses all control. Hyeju’s body arches violently, her muscles contracting with incredible force, and she lets out a scream that echoes through the room as the orgasm tears through her with almost brutal intensity.

"Ahhh... fuck, fuck, fuck!" Hyeju screams, her head thrown back as her hands grip the sheets tightly. Her pussy pulses against your mouth, and you taste the hot rush of her climax on your tongue once again. Hyeju grinds uncontrollably against your face, moaning loudly as pleasure fully overtakes her.

"That’s it... swallow it all... feel me..." Hyeju commands, even as her body trembles uncontrollably. "I... I want to feel you devouring me... I need more... ahh, more!"

Her moans become almost incoherent, and you feel each shudder running through her body as she continues to come intensely, fully giving herself to the sensation. The pressure of her thighs around your head is almost suffocating, but the sound of Hyeju’s screams of pleasure, combined with her desperate movements, makes it all worth it.

She tries to stay steady, but her body gives in to the pleasure and collapses onto you, her hips still lightly moving as the aftershocks of her climax ripple through her skin. Hyeju’s mouth lets go of your cock, now forgotten as she struggles to regain control over herself.

"Fuck... that was..." Hyeju can barely form words between gasps, moans still escaping involuntarily. She leans back, slowly lifting her pussy off your mouth, her muscles still quivering, but a satisfied smile on her face.

You're breathing heavily, lungs burning as you catch your breath. Her taste still lingers on your tongue, and the memory of those last moments is seared into your mind. You take a deep breath, relieved yet wishing it hadn’t ended. The intensity of her pressure, combined with the thrill of nearly suffocating while making her climax, has left you in a nearly unbearable state of excitement.

"Wow, Hyeju... I almost came just from feeling you like that," you say with a raspy laugh, your voice still broken by the lack of air.

Hyeju, still recovering, turns to you. "Oh yeah? You almost came, did you?" She chuckles softly, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Maybe you like seeing me like this, huh? Losing control because of you."

She leans closer, hand brushing your jaw as her lips near yours, giving you a soft kiss. "But... you haven't come yet, and I'm not done playing with you."

Hyeju slowly stands, giving you a perfect view of her body, her skin glistening with sweat. You notice her gaze fixed on your hard cock, and the way she bites her lip makes it clear she already has something in mind.

"Stand up," she commands, and you obey without hesitation, feeling the anticipation build in your chest.

Hyeju turns her back to you, her perfect ass arched and inviting. Her body presses against yours in a way that’s almost suffocatingly delicious. Your hands naturally find her breasts, and you grab them firmly, feeling their weight and softness as your fingers brush her hard nipples.

"Now... pay attention, because I'm going to make you beg," Hyeju whispers, tilting her head back, the lobe of her ear brushing lightly against your lips. She slides a hand down, guiding your cock between her thighs, squeezing it between the soft, sweaty flesh. The heat of her body and the pressure of her tanned thighs make you let out an involuntary moan.

"Damn... this feels so good," you murmur, your voice coming out lower than expected, as the wet heat of her thighs envelops your cock. Every little movement she makes, slowly grinding, is a slow but delicious torture.

Hyeju starts to tease with small hip movements as she tightens you between her legs. "I know," she replies, her tone almost arrogant. "I know exactly what you like. You're trembling. Is it from wanting me so much? From being desperate to come." She squeezes more, and you moan again, feeling the pressure build as she continues to tease. "You're going to come on my thighs... and you're going to love it," Hyeju continues, moving her body with a precision that makes you see stars. Every muscle contraction around your cock brings you closer to losing control, but she doesn’t let you relax. Every time you get too close, she slows down, chuckling softly as she keeps torturing you with her body.

Your fingers tighten around her breasts, and you lean forward to kiss Hyeju’s neck, gently biting the sweaty skin, then licking; licks that melt Hyeju, tilting her neck to the side so you have full access to her delicate skin, to worship her as she deserves… All this while the feeling of being trapped between her thighs pushes you closer to madness. "Hyeju, I’ll come if you keep this up... it’s too much."

She lets out a low, teasing laugh, the sound echoing in your mind. "That's exactly what I want! I want all your load on my thighs!" She picks up the pace, her hips circling in small, precise movements.

You moan louder, starting to grind your hips frantically, pushing your cock between her thighs, brushing against Hyeju's wet pussy with a desperate fervor. The friction is maddening, each motion pulling a moan from you that echoes through the room.

"Fuck, Hyeju... I... I'm gonna come..." you murmur, words broken by pleasure as your hands slide from her breats to her hips, gripping her tightly as you rub faster, your swollen cock pressing against the lips of her pussy, each pulsating heat of contact pushing you over the edge.

"Go ahead, baby... show me how much you want me," she responds, her voice sweet yet with that underlying malice, almost daring you to lose control entirely. "Come for me... I want to feel how much you adore me."

Your body completely loses control. With each erratic thrust between her sweaty, tight thighs, you feel the pressure build to an unbearable level. Every frantic movement of your hips pulls another moan from you, a clear sign that you're teetering on the brink of no return. The soft, slippery friction of her thighs gripping your cock tightly.

"Yes, baby... I want to feel it all," Hyeju whispers with that malice, grinding relentlessly. The heat radiating from her makes your head spin. And she's loving every second of it. "I want to feel you explode. Come for me."

You moan, voice thick with desire and desperation. The rhythm of your thrusts becomes uncoordinated, desperate, as if your body has completely lost the ability to keep any cadence.

Your cock presses deeper between her thighs, sliding against the wetness already mingling with precum. Each time you feel her pussy getting closer, the pulsing heat makes you moan louder. Hyeju's pace remains relentless, her movements precise as she revels in your desperation.

“I want to feel every drop of your hot load dripping down my thighs." She tilts her head back, laughing as she senses the power she has over you, and it only heightens your urgency.

You lose the last bit of self-control. With a final thrust, your cock presses harder between Hyeju’s thighs, nearly slipping into her pussy.

"Oh, fuck Hyeju! I'm... I'm cumming!" you shout, voice overtaken by pure pleasure. The climax hits you like a violent wave, and you let out a deep moan, your whole body tensing. The orgasm slams through you with brutal force, and your hands clutch Hyeju's body tightly, holding her desperately as your cock pulses between her thighs.

Hyeju lets out a satisfied moan, squeezing her thighs around you as she feels the hot cum spill, running down her legs. "Yes... just like that, baby. Come for me. Give me everything." Her voice is low, almost a whisper, but full of control as she keeps grinding slowly, prolonging your orgasm.

You're in bliss, every fiber of your body vibrating with pleasure that feels unending. The stream of cum drips down Hyeju’s thighs, and you feel the hot wetness sliding down her sweaty skin. Your hands grip her even tighter, as if trying to anchor yourself as your world spins with overwhelming pleasure.

"Oh, baby... I can’t take anymore... My cock is so fucking sensitive," you groan, barely able to form coherent sentences as her body continues to drain you completely.

Hyeju laughs softly, pleased with the state she's left you in. "I told you I wanted every drop, didn’t I?" She squeezes her thighs one last time, pulling the last shivers from your body. "You came so hard for me baby, good job! You are such a good boy…" You let out an exhausted moan, body still trembling as the final wave of pleasure courses through you. Hyeju, satisfied, smiles and turns around. "You're done... but you liked it, didn’t you? Tell me, baby."

"Yes... yes. I loved it... you destroyed me," you reply, voice still shaking.

Hyeju leans in to give you a deep, warm kiss. Her lips press against yours with a mix of sweetness and possessiveness, as if sealing what just happened.

"I loved putting you in your place," she whispers, her thumb stroking the corner of your mouth, wiping away a bit of saliva. "Seeing you lose control like that… there’s nothing better."

You smile, still panting, your head spinning with exhaustion and pleasure. "Damn, I loved that lesson... I don’t think I’ve ever felt so good being put in my place."

She raises an eyebrow, amused, and lightly drags her nails down your back, sending a shiver that makes you flinch slightly. "Good to know you’ve learned. And the next time I'm pissed... well, I know where I'll take it out."

"Anytime you want. If you need someone to take it out on... I’m available."

Hyeju laughs, pleased with your response, and gives you another kiss. "Oh, baby, you're easy to break... and I love that.”

You're leaning against the window, taking a drag from your cigarette, watching the city below as the buildings flicker their lights like they’re laughing at your somewhat… peculiar life. The room is wrapped in a cozy dimness, and the sound of the shower turning off fills the quiet. Then, Hyeju steps out of the bathroom, wearing one of your shirts that looks more like a dress on her. You admire her as she approaches, hair still damp, her skin glowing from the hot water. She stops halfway and raises an eyebrow.

“What are you staring at?” she asks, her voice thick with exhaustion as she dries her hair with a towel.

“I’m just… happy I managed to convince you to stay,” you reply.

“Oh, really? You think you convinced me? I only stayed because I’m dead tired. Going home right now would be asking to pass out on the subway.”

She steps closer, takes the cigarette from your hand without asking, takes a long drag, and then hands it back, heading back to toss the towel in the bathroom. “And don’t think this is going to become a habit. This sleeping-together thing… it’s a one-time deal.”

“Of course, of course,” you respond, stubbing out the cigarette and moving towards the bed. “Just this once, I promise.”

She turns off the bathroom light and shuts the door, leaving the room partially dark, and as she fluffs up the pillows, you let out: “Since it’s just this once, would it be okay if I… lay on your chest?”

She looks over at you with a mix of disbelief and sarcasm. “You’re asking to use my chest as a pillow? Are you serious?”

“Completely,” you answer, lying down beside her. “They’re way softer than any pillow. A once-in-a-lifetime chance, as you said.”

“Fine, go ahead. But only because it’s the first and last time,” she accepts as she throws herself on the bed, feeling the weight of tiredness.

You cheer and kiss her cheek before turning off the lamp. With a contented sigh, you lie down next to Hyeju and rest your head on her chest, feeling a warmth and softness that puts any five-star hotel pillow to shame.

“Mmm, you’re very comfortable,” you murmur, pulling the blanket over both of you.

“Oh, shut up,” she mumbles, her hand already moving to your hair, giving you a clumsy head scratch, as though she might stop at any moment, but unable to help herself.

“That’s nice; don’t stop,” you whisper, eyes closed.

“Say it one more time, and I’ll stop,” she replies, but the scratching continues.

A pleasant silence settles over you both until, after a few minutes, Hyeju breaks the moment, suddenly asking:

“You know something?” she begins, her voice softer than before. “My chest is definitely better than Miyeon’s for sleeping, right? Just compare the sizes.”

You chuckle softly, head still buried against her. “Absolutely. No contest.”

She smiles, satisfied, letting out a small sigh of triumph. “I knew it.”

“And let me say,” you start, your voice drowsy but playful, “it’s true you lost the competition to her, but in bed… no doubt, you won.”

“Yeah, right? That’s really an honor. Too bad it doesn’t pay the bills.”

You smile, pressing a little closer to her, absorbing her warmth. “Look, after tonight, I’ll make it up to you. Next week, I’m giving an interview about the great photographers of this generation… and I’ll be sure to talk about a certain Hyeju. Praise her work and invite people to check it out, too.”

“Wow, thank you so much, Mr. Art Critic. What would I do without this boost?”

“That’s what I want to know,” you reply in a tone that’s exaggeratedly serious but teasing. “But seriously, I’m excited to work with you. I bet after spending time alone… you’ll want to work with me again.”

“Oh yeah? And if I want to punch you after two hours alone? Does that count as ‘wanting to work together again’?”

You snicker. “Hey, maybe that’s part of the creative process?”

Hyeju sighs, visibly tired but also amused by the whole thing. “Okay, now shut up. Seriously. I want to sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you reply, obedient but with a hint of playfulness in your voice.

The room falls silent again, but you can’t shake the need to bother her just a little more.

“Hey, Hyeju,” you say softly.

She lets out a long, exasperated sigh.

“What now?”

“Hug me tighter. Please…”

Hyeju shakes her head, incredulous, and you can almost feel her eye-rolling even without seeing it. “If you open your mouth one more time, I’ll gag you.”

You can’t resist.

“Note to self: buy a gag for Hyeju to use on me.”

She gives you a light slap on the shoulder, but in the end, her arms pull you closer, wrapping you tighter, her body relaxing against yours.

And in the quiet that follows, with only the sound of her heartbeat and gentle breathing, sleep finally begins to claim you both. There’s something about this—this way you have of bickering and laughing at the same time—that, just before drifting off, makes you realize that, in the end, maybe this will be the best partnership of your career.

And her?

Well, by the way she’s holding you, even with her tough-girl act, maybe she’s not all that bothered either.

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Beneath the Quirky Petals

Lee Chaeyoung x male reader

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You're at home, sinking into the leather couch while your brain is still trying to detach from the numbers, charts, and spreadsheets that the finance department throws at you like a machine gun loaded with pure bureaucracy.

A toast to surviving another week.

You pop open a beer can with the most satisfying sound you've heard all day. Friday night. No charts. No reports. No one-

The doorbell rings.

You freeze, the beer halfway to your lips. Who the hell shows up at your house on a Friday night? The delivery guy already came by, and your Chinese food is in the kitchen.

Maybe it's a neighbor?

Curious, but low on patience, you open the door. And that's when reality seems to collapse, because what you see doesn't make any sense. It's Lee Chaeyoung, popularly known as the weird girl from the finance department. And she's standing right there in front of you, holding a ridiculously colorful bouquet of flowers and a... box of chocolates?

"Surprise!" she exclaims, a big smile on her face.

Your brain blue-screens.

Surprise? That's the word she chose? Because you can think of several others: confusion, fear, panic - all of which seem way more appropriate. But you keep your composure, at least on the surface.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, trying not to sound like a malfunctioning robot. It's 8 PM on a Friday, and this is definitely not on your schedule.

She smiles again, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I came to confess my feelings!"

Ah, of course, she came to confess her feelings.

Because that's totally what you do to a coworker you've barely exchanged more than "good morning" or discusses work formalities. You feel your mouth open and close, desperately trying to summon words that make sense.

You fail miserably.

She doesn’t wait for rational responses. She simply walks in, as if your house is hers, handing you the bouquet of flowers and the box of chocolates like she’s offering you a promotion to Love of My Life™.

You look at the flowers, then at the chocolates, then at her. “What’s all this?” The question slips out before you can filter it.

“It’s for you, of course!” she says with a creepy sweetness. “Do you like it?”

“Err, sure…” you reply, with a smile more fake than your boss’s expense reports. You set everything down on a table, your hand discreetly reaching for your phone in your pocket. “Loved it…”

As she continues to ramble on about how you two have so much to talk about, you open one of the chat groups (the one reserved only for questionable banter) with the most evil creatures you know - your coworkers.

Your fingers fly across the keyboard:

"HELP!! LEE CHAEYOUNG IS AT MY HOUSE WITH FLOWERS AND CHOCOLATE!!!! SOS!!"

“I already know everything,” she says, grinning from ear to ear.

You freeze. You think your ears must be playing tricks on you. "Know everything about what?"

She giggles, the lightest, most annoyingly satisfied laugh you've ever heard. "You don’t have to hide anymore, silly, the feeling is mutual."

Right.

This.

Is.

Happening.

You force a smile that probably looks more like a grimace and try again, like you're talking to a very confused child. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, Chaeyoung."

She raises an eyebrow, as if you're the weird one here. "The guys in the department told me everything. I know you’re in love with me."

And at that exact moment, your phone vibrates with the fury of a thousand demons. You glance at the group chat. Messages are pouring in, a flurry of "lol" and laughing emojis. And that's when the truth stabs into your brain like a dagger: they set you up.

The bastards planned this.

“Who told you that?” Your voice comes out hoarse, like you've swallowed a cactus.

“Hmm, pretty much everyone in the finance department, and a few people from HR.”

You gulp. And that’s the closest you’ve ever come to a heart attack.

Chaeyoung tilts her head, her eyes sparkling with unshakable sweetness. “I... didn't expect you of all people to fall for me.” She says this with a tone of shyness that’s supposed to melt hearts. But yours, right now, is pounding so hard it feels like it might break through your chest and run for the door.

You’re about to say something - anything to get out of this mess - when she continues. “I guess now I can be honest and say I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since I joined the company.” She brushes her hair aside, clearly rehearsing what’s coming next. “You were one of the few people who tried to help me fit in. I’m really grateful for that.”

That last part hits you like a metal bar to the face. Because, yeah, you helped her out. But only because... well, it’s what you do. You were kind to her like you would’ve been to any other lost newbie in the corporate jungle. But now that you think about it, you realize the only person she's remotely close to at the company is you.

And, worth noting, looking at Chaeyoung now, outside of work, she seems… different. Even… put together. And pretty. Not the same clumsy Chaeyoung you bump into at the printer every day.

"Hmm... Want a beer?" you ask, because when your brain’s about to explode, your body decides beer is the solution to absolutely everything.

“Oh, sure, I love beer,” she replies, sitting down on the couch and placing her little purse on the coffee table.

You head to the kitchen, still dazed. You grab another beer. The sound of the can opening feels like a muffled cry for help. When you return to the living room, there she is, sitting peacefully, looking around. “Your place is really nice,” she comments. “So neat. I figured it would be, it matches your personality.”

You hand her the beer and sit down, wishing the couch would swallow you whole. Maybe, if you sit still enough, the universe will decide none of this is happening, and you’ll be back to a Friday night of just beer and silence. But no. Chaeyoung is there, on your couch, and she brought you a bouquet of flowers that you have no idea what to do with (do you need to water those?).

“So…” you try to start, but your mind is emptier than a ghost town. "What exactly do you think we’re talking about here?"

She smiles, that shy smile that makes you want to look anywhere but at her face. "I already said. The guys in the finance department told me you're in love with me."

You feel sweat trickle down the back of your neck, but you keep smiling. It’s the smile of a man walking straight toward a cliff, knowing it’s there. "Oh, they said that, did they?"

"Yeah," she nods eagerly. "It wasn’t just one person, practically all your friends confirmed it. They said you were just too shy to confess."

Shy.

The word floats through your mind like a bad joke.

"Look," you say, choosing your words like you're defusing a bomb, "this seems like a huge misunderstanding."

She blushes, her cheeks turning pink as if just talking about feelings is enough to trigger a nervous breakdown. "I... I know it seems strange. I mean, I never expected you to fall for me." She looks down, nervously fiddling with her hair. "You're the type of guy that all the girls in the department notice, you know? I thought... why me?"

“Why you?” you repeat, stunned. She’s talking like you’re some kind of soap opera heartthrob, when in reality most of your days are spent trying to figure out whether it’s time to replace the printer or if it’s just out of toner.

She smiles again, a small, shy smile, almost as if she’s apologizing for existing. "It’s just... I’m not like the other girls in the office, right? Saerom is so confident. And Jisun, she’s always so put together, knows how to talk to everyone. I'm not like that."

You don’t disagree.

Because, well, she is weird. But, for some reason, that weirdness now feels a lot less annoying than it does at the office. Maybe it’s the fact that, outside the corporate setting, she actually made an effort. Her hair is down, styled, without the usual scrunchies. The dress is simple, but... it works.

“I never thought someone like you…” she continues, clearly uncomfortable, “could like someone like me."

You almost laugh, because the irony of all this is that you’re not in love. But now, suddenly, the idea of someone like you falling for her doesn’t seem as absurd as it did twenty minutes ago.

She actually seems like a pretty dateable girl at this point.

“Chaeyoung,” you begin, and it comes out softer than you expected. "I’m just a regular guy. I’m not exactly the Prince Charming they’ve made me out to be."

"I know, but… you were the only one who was kind to me from the start. You always helped me with the reports, even when I didn’t know what I was doing. And I… well, I like you too."

And that’s when you feel a slight tightening in your chest. Because, unlike everything else, this feels genuine. It’s not your coworkers' prank, not the misunderstanding about you being in love. It’s Chaeyoung, the girl everyone calls weird, admitting she likes you. And somehow, that makes you want to rethink your whole life. You never participated in the jokes about her, and when they threw the ball your way, you just stayed silent. But you also never cared enough to do anything about it. In a way, you were complicit, and now, for some reason, it’s making you feel bad.

“I’m still so impressed with your house. It’s exactly how I imagined it would be, you know? Neat, elegant. It suits you.”

“Suits me?” You chuckle, because the idea that your house suits you means you must be the most generic person in the world.

“Yes!” she replies, excited. “You’re always so organized at work, always knowing what to do. I kind of… admire that… in a man.”

Now you’re treading dangerous ground, and you internally question if maybe you’ve been a bit too nice.

As she looks at you with those big, hopeful eyes, you realize you’re back at square one. What do you say now? How do you break the fantasy she’s built without breaking her along with it? A headache starts to form, not one that builds slowly, but one that hits you like a megaphone blast. You’re trying to pretend nothing’s out of control.

But it is.

“How did you get my address, Chaeyoung?” you ask, trying to sound calm.

“Oh, it was your friend, the one with the loud laugh,” she answers innocently.

Of course. Him. The idiot with the laugh that sounds like a train on fire. Internally, you promise that, at the next happy hour, you’re going to strangle him with a phone charger cable.

You take a deep breath, trying to choose your words very, very carefully. “Look, Chaeyoung... I think there’s been a big misunderstanding here-”

“It’s okay! You don’t have to run from what you’re feeling.”

You blink a few times, trying to process what she just said. “I… what?”

She looks even more excited now, like she’s at an amusement park and you’re the main attraction. “I’m so happy about all of this. It’s a little embarrassing to say out loud, but you’re going to be my first boyfriend!”

That catches you off guard in a way even the cruelest budget spreadsheets couldn’t. “First?” you repeat, the word coming out more like a confused echo.

She nods, looking a bit shy now. “Yeah... I’ve never dated before. Guys never paid attention to me, you know? From high school till now.” She looks away, sadness creeping into her voice like a shadow.

Damn. That hits you hard. A part of you feels a pang in your chest. You try to be kind – as always.

“Hey, Chae, you look... really nice today.”

Her face lights up, practically filling the room with her smile. “Really? You like it? And my dress, do you like it too?!” She stands up from the couch and does an awkward little twirl, like she’s showing off a wedding gown.

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply, not thinking much. “It’s lovely.”

She stares at you, her eyes shining like two stars about to collide. “I know you've probably heard this a lot, but you're so beautiful. The most handsome man in the office!”

You swallow hard again, feeling your throat dry as a desert. “I… Look, I’m not sure what to do… I didn’t have plans for tonight.”

“This is perfect! Just being with you is enough.”

Now, the desperation starts crawling down your spine, spiraling. You’re in a pit, and the more you move, the deeper you sink. The phone in your pocket keeps vibrating with your friends laughing virtually.

How do you get out of this?

“Are you really staying here?” you ask, awkwardly, unsure if you even want the answer.

She smiles, content. “Of course! We’re getting to know each other better now, aren’t we? That’s important for... our future together.”

Suddenly, she lifts her nose and sniffs the air like a puppy smelling steak. “What’s that? It smells so good.”

You feel your last thread of hope shatter. “Oh, that’s... Chinese food. I was thinking of eating it later.”

Her eyes light up again. “I love Chinese food!”

You look at the floor, the flowers, anything but her, and finally surrender to the tide that’s drowning you. “Err, wanna… share?”

She smiles, genuinely happy, as if this is the night of her dreams.

And you, well, you’re going to need more beer.

As you drag yourself to the kitchen, you feel the weight of the situation piling on your back. The microwave beeps, and all you can think is how it’s mirroring your brain: spinning in circles, overheating, and on the verge of exploding. Suddenly, Chaeyoung’s voice cuts through the silence from the living room, terribly cheerful, of course:

“I remember my first week at the company! Gosh, I was so lost, but you were amazing. Remember? When I stood by the coffee machine, trying to figure it out? And then you showed me the right button! It was so obvious after you explained it! You’re so good with that kind of thing.”

You’re tapping your chopsticks on the counter while glancing at your phone, checking the friends - or traitors - group. It’s chaos. A sea of messages. “HAHAHA dude, you’re FUCKED,” “new couple in the department?” and the inevitable flood of “congrats!” You type quickly: "THIS WILL HAVE REVENGE!!"

Chaeyoung continues, her voice full of admiration. “And that day when you helped me set up the emails, remember? I was SO confused with the passwords, and you explained it so patiently. You have this way of speaking that… it’s so calming, you know? Like you have everything under control all the time. It’s adorable.”

Adorable. That word echoes in your mind as you pretend to focus on the chow mein, trying to ignore the fact that your friends are turning the group chat into a stand-up comedy show at your expense. The phone buzzes again. “GO GET LUCKY, CHOSEN ONE” flashes on the screen, and you sigh, tapping your chopsticks on the kitchen counter. “All of you, DIE!”

“Oh, and I’ll never forget when you helped me with that mess at the copier!” Chaeyoung now seems to be narrating the greatest hits of your life, as if every moment was a milestone of heroic kindness. “You just pressed a few buttons, and suddenly the machine stopped choking on the paper. I was so impressed! And that serious look you had, like you knew exactly what you were doing… it’s so… cute!”

Cute. Of course.

Now, besides being the victim of a coldly calculated prank, you’re cute. While the rice continues to warm up, you open your phone again. Your friends are losing their minds laughing. “She’s already at your place, bro, it’s happening!” “Go for it with the weird girl!!” and “Is her dress sexy? Lol”. Your fingers fly across the keyboard: Seriously, FUCK YOU ALL!!!

Chaeyoung is still in the living room, completely oblivious to the mental storm you’re going through. “You’re always so… grounded, you know? Even when we’re in the middle of crazy deadlines, you never seem stressed. I find that amazing. Sometimes I watch you at your desk, the way you press the keys on your keyboard, so focused... It’s like you have a superpower!” She laughs at herself, that light, childish laugh that makes you feel like you’re in a rom-com scene – one you never wanted to be in.

You open the microwave, steam rising in slow waves. “You know, Chaeyoung? I just… do what everyone does at work. There’s nothing special about it,” you shout from the kitchen, trying to bring some reality to the conversation.

“Oh, but you are special!” Her voice returns with renewed enthusiasm, as if she’d been waiting for that cue. “Most people don’t even notice, but I see how much you care about the details. Like when you organize your desk! I love how your papers are always stacked neatly, the post-its all lined up. And that basic black mousepad? It’s so you.”

You rub your face, trying to process how your life came to this: your silent obsession with organization becoming the object of romantic fascination. All you wanted was to eat Chinese food in peace and maybe watch something mindless on TV.

The phone buzzes again, and you glance quickly. A meme of a wedding ring with the caption “Tonight’s the night.” You grit your teeth, but before you can respond, Chaeyoung appears in the kitchen doorway, smiling.

“Did you know you’re the only one who always says good morning to everyone when you come into the office?” She walks closer, holding a pillow like it’s some emotional prop. “I noticed that since day one. It’s the kind of thing that makes a big difference, you know? Little gestures like that… they mean a lot to me.”

“Yeah… I just try to be polite.”

She smiles as if it’s the greatest declaration of love ever made. You head back to the living room, placing the food on the coffee table, seeing no other way out, and murmur a final silent prayer: that fate, karma, or whoever is in charge might have mercy on your soul.

—

Somehow, you’re now sitting in your armchair, watching Babe on streaming. You’re not entirely sure how you got here. One minute, you were sharing Chinese food with a slightly unhinged coworker, and the next, she was excitedly explaining how this was her absolute favorite movie ever.

And, of course, Babe is now playing on your TV, while Chaeyoung sits on your couch, completely at home, narrating the movie as if you were blind and deaf.

"This part is so cute!" she exclaims as Babe tries to herd the sheep. "Look how determined he is! I love how he never gives up, you know? He reminds me of myself!"

You barely had time to grab a second beer before realizing, yeah, this is your night now: you, Chaeyoung, Babe, and the creeping feeling that reality is unraveling around you. With each new scene, she adds commentary, providing deep analysis of the pig’s nearly tragic determination.

"I related so much to Babe because he’s small and out of place, you know? Kind of like me at the company. No one expected anything from me. But I also want to herd my sheep someday!"

You blink slowly. "Uh… yeah, I can see the comparison."

"Right?" She’s thrilled, completely absorbed in the movie and her esoteric life metaphors. The movie plays on, and you try to focus on the pig, hoping he'll herd some clarity into your own situation.

Then, without warning, she gives you that look again - the dangerous one you don’t dare hold for too long. "Hey, why are you sitting over there in the armchair? Come sit on the couch."

You freeze for a second. The armchair, now that you think about it, feels like your last bastion of emotional safety. The couch is the battlefield, and she’s calling you to the front lines. "Oh, no, I’m fine here," you reply, trying to be polite but sounding like someone who just saw a ghost.

"Seriously? Come on, the couch is way comfier. It’ll be fun, we can watch together!"

The word together echoes in your mind like the sound of a giant hammer about to fall. You pretend to think about it for a moment, as if you still had a choice. "Alright, sure," you finally say, getting up with all the enthusiasm of someone walking to the electric chair.

You sit on the farthest corner of the couch, as far from her as you can without being rude. Okay, you think, this isn’t so bad. But then, little by little, she starts edging closer. First, she leans slightly toward the middle. Then, without ceremony, she practically leaps from one cushion to the next.

The proximity is becoming undeniable. You can almost feel the warmth of her beside you. And, of course, she keeps narrating the movie as if nothing else in the world mattered but Babe and his adventures.

"This is the part where Maa dies mutilated by dogs! I always cry here," she says with a sad expression.

Meanwhile, you feel a tear forming inside - not for the Maa, but for the situation that spiraled out of control long ago.

She glances at you, and you try to focus on the movie, but now it’s impossible to ignore how close she is. Until, suddenly, she leans her head on your shoulder. Gently at first, testing your reaction. And you, with the grace of a wooden post, sit there frozen, trying not to look like a department store mannequin.

"This is so nice, isn’t it?" she murmurs, her eyes still on the screen, but her voice soft, almost too sweet.

"Yeah… the pig. It’s… cool." You can’t even form coherent sentences anymore, feeling like the trap has fully closed around you. She’s there, nestled against you, and you’re more trapped than ever in this bizarre night.

Hours pass, and the movie finally ends with Babe herding his sheep like an unlikely hero. Chaeyoung jumps up from the couch, clapping her hands like she’s in a theater. Her eyes are shining, completely caught up in the emotion of the moment.

"Bravo! Best movie ever!" she exclaims, grinning from ear to ear. You, sitting on the couch, can’t help but chuckle. She really is a character.

Who claps while watching a streaming movie at home?

She turns to you, full of expectation. "So? What did you think? Isn’t it just wonderful?"

You allow yourself to relax a little, shrugging playfully. "It’s a fun movie, for sure… But, so, what are we watching tomorrow? Garfield?"

You threw the comment out there with a hint of sarcasm, certain she’d catch the joke. But, as with everything tonight, Chaeyoung takes it the wrong way.

"Garfield?! I love Garfield!" she exclaims with an enthusiasm you’d never associate with a conversation about Garfield. "We’re totally watching that tomorrow! I knew we had so much in common!" Before you can even open your mouth to clarify, she’s already hugging you with such excitement that you almost trip. "We were made for each other!" she murmurs, her face pressed against your chest.

And there you are, being squeezed by someone’s unshakeable devotion, who clearly didn’t catch the joke. Worse, you are starting to feel unwell. Not for the hug - though that’s plenty awkward - but because, well, you don’t want to hurt her. Chaeyoung may be odd, but she doesn’t deserve to have her heart shattered over a cruel prank by your coworkers.

You clear your throat, uncomfortable. "So, Chaeyoung… it’s getting kinda late, right? Maybe you should… head home."

She releases the hug, stepping back a little, looking genuinely sad. "Wow, you’re right. I didn’t even notice how late it was," she says, biting her lip, clearly regretful about leaving.

You mutter something almost inaudible, like, "Me neither..." which, let’s be honest, could be interpreted in several ways. Before things can get any more awkward, you grab your phone and call her an Uber. While you wait in a slightly tense silence, Chaeyoung picks up the box of chocolates and offers you one.

"This one’s special. Try it," she says, smiling.

You take it, because, well, what else can you do at this point? You bite into the chocolate, and to your surprise: it’s incredible! The dark chocolate and creamy filling are like a gourmet explosion in your mouth.

"This is delicious!" you admit, genuinely impressed.

Chaeyoung’s eyes light up even more. "I made it myself!"

You really didn’t expect that. "Really? Wow, it’s perfect."

She beams, clearly flattered, and suddenly seems even prouder. "Now that we’re together, you’re going to have these every day! I’ll make you sweets all the time.”

You swallow hard, not because of the chocolate, but because, honestly, you didn't expect this level of commitment in any relationship, let alone one that started with a huge misunderstanding.

But before you can respond, the Uber driver honks outside.

Chaeyoung stands up, grabbing her bag and getting ready to leave, but suddenly stops at the door and turns to you with an almost childlike expression of expectation. "Wait, aren’t you going to kiss me?"

You're standing there, in your living room, and the world seems to have frozen at the exact moment Chaeyoung says something you never thought you'd hear.

The air gets heavy, as if someone suddenly turned off gravity. You look at her, blinking, almost waiting for it to be a joke, but the gleam in her eyes... that gleam of absolute expectation... suggests it’s not. What do you do now? Jumping out the window doesn’t seem practical, and no convincing excuse comes to mind, leaving you with only one option:

"Ah... yeah, sure..." you begin, but the words betray you. Your brain is already short-circuiting. You think about saying it's not a good idea, that this is all a mistake, that maybe she should think a bit more before asking questions that make you want to vanish. But before anything sensible comes out of your mouth, you sigh and slowly approach Chaeyoung. The sparkle in her eyes grows brighter, almost as if it's about to explode from sheer excitement. Your feet feel like they weigh a ton, and your mind is screaming a chorus of don’t do this, while your body, for some unfathomable reason, propels you forward.

You lean in, and for a second of pure eternity, you’re both just inches apart. Chaeyoung is still looking at you like she's waiting for you to recite some kind of vow. There’s no escaping this now.

Then, before your mind can stop you, you kiss her.

At first, it’s like kissing a wax statue. She’s completely still, tense, as if she doesn’t quite know what to do with her own lips. And for a terrible moment, you think you’ve made the biggest mistake of your life. But then, slowly, she begins to relax. You feel her body soften, and the kiss, which initially felt so mechanical, starts turning into something… different.

Her hand unexpectedly rises to touch your arm, and you feel the warmth of her touch seep through your skin like static electricity. Without even realizing it, your own hand has slid to her waist, gently pulling her closer. Her perfume - a mix of something sweet and floral, maybe jasmine, maybe some kind of unknown magic - floods your senses, and for a moment, as absurd as it seems, the outside world completely disappears.

Chaeyoung is the first to pull away, her eyes still wide, as if she’s just reached nirvana. "That... that was amazing!" she says breathlessly, her voice full of awe.

You swallow. "Yeah... it was..." You try to find words, but your mind is still in a total void.

She smiles, so sweetly it’s almost disconcerting. "Did you know that was my first kiss?"

You freeze, the words first kiss echoing in your head like someone rang a giant bell beside you.

First kiss.

You just gave her her first kiss. And now, guilt starts flooding you. Because whatever this is, whatever is happening between you two, it definitely shouldn’t have gone this far.

And yet, here you are, with Chaeyoung still smiling, radiant like a ray of sunshine.

Before you can think of anything to say, the Uber’s horn blares outside again.

"Oh! The Uber!" she says, hurrying to the door, but before she leaves, she turns one last time with that spark in her eyes that makes you want to run to the other side of town. "I’ll come earlier tomorrow, okay? That way we can spend more time together! Thanks for the unforgettable night!"

And without waiting for a reply, she disappears through the door, leaving you standing there in the living room, trying to understand what on earth just happened.

—

You wake up Saturday to your phone vibrating on the nightstand. Still groggy, you glance at the screen. 6 new messages. All from Chaeyoung.

[08:22]

"Good morning! 🌞"

[08:23]

"Last night was magical... I can still feel your touch on my lips 💞"

[08:23]

"I can’t wait to see Garfield tonight!"

[08:24]

"Are you up yet? :)"

[08:40]

"Look at my scrambled eggs! 🍳"

(accompanied by a pic of... scrambled eggs, naturally).

[08:55]

"And my cat, Lily, is waiting to get to know you better! 🐱"

(a pic of her cat, apparently with no clue of what’s going on).

You sigh, rubbing your eyes to wake up fully. The day has barely started and Chaeyoung is already in fifth gear, ready to drag you along. But before you can come up with a response, your work group chat starts blowing up too. And now, less tired, you realize that it wasn't a good idea to tell the embarrassing details.

Strictly Serious and Professional Coworkers Group:

"GOOD MORNING LADIES!

Oh, especially to our Brad Pitt haha"

"By the way, how was the kiss? 😘"

"Does she already call you 'baby'??"

"I can't believe that even Chaeyoung is dating and I'm not 😂😂"

"Admit it, you’re in love!"

"Never thought I’d be excited for Monday"

You roll your eyes at the group messages, cursing your fate. "I need help, you guys took this way too far!" you type quickly.

“LOL chill, man, you’re in a rom-com!”

“Have you picked the wedding venue yet?”

“We helped you find the love of your life and this is how you thank us???”

“Hey, but seriously, take care of her, she seems really into you”

“Good luck, you’re gonna need it!”

“Is Garfield gonna be the best man?”

You put your phone down for a moment, hoping breakfast will bring some clarity. But the battle is only beginning. Chaeyoung keeps filling your inbox with updates about her morning, pictures of her next steps, and even a video of Lily scratching the couch.

Finally, you reply: "That’s nice, Chaeyoung. Have a great day!" She responds with a heart emoji.

The rest of the day passes agonizingly. Every half hour, a new message arrives. Pictures of her at the mall. Pictures of her eating ice cream. Pictures of Lily. She’s basically creating a diary just for you. You respond sporadically, with generic replies like "Cool" or "Cute cat," but without much enthusiasm. All in a desperate attempt not to encourage her even more.

Then, at 5:45 PM, you receive the most dreaded message: "I’ll be there at 7:00!!! :)"

You knew this moment was coming. You spent the whole day trying to come up with an excuse, and nothing brilliant struck your mind until this critical moment. But finally, you have an idea. The old, never-fail excuse: you’re going to say you’re sick.

"Ah, Chae… I think tonight’s going to be tricky. I’m not feeling well. I’ve got a fever and a headache"

You even add a sick emoji.

Who wouldn’t believe that?

Her reply comes almost instantly. "OMG!! What happened? Are you okay? Do you need me to bring medicine?"

"No need, I’ve already taken some. I just need to rest. We'll watch Garfield another day, I promise," you respond quickly, already feeling the vibe of a peaceful weekend.

"Aww, that’s a shame… I was so excited... :( Get better soon, sweetie 🥺"

You let out a long sigh of relief, finally thinking you're free, at least for a while. Silence falls like a comforting blanket over your house.

Peace at last.

Hours pass. You’re sitting on the couch, content, with a pizza, a cold beer, and a documentary about the Vietnam War on TV. Everything is as it should be, the natural order of things restored. Until… the doorbell rings.

You pause with the pizza halfway to your mouth.

"It can’t be her. I said I was sick."

Convinced it must be just a neighbor, you open the door with the skepticism of someone who’s seen too much of life.

But no, it’s not the neighbor.

It’s Chaeyoung.

And she’s holding a huge bag, with that cheerful smile like she’s been hired to keep you company in a cold medicine commercial.

"Surprise!" she says, walking through the door as if she already had a key. "I came to take care of you!"

Your mind freezes. For a second, you wonder if you’ve slipped into a parallel reality where "I’m sick" translates to "please come over and take care of me like I’ve broken both legs." She opens the bag and starts pulling out medicine, tissues, and even a thermos.

"I brought tea, meds, and I even made some soup!" She says it with the enthusiasm of someone who thinks they’re saving the day.

"Chaeyoung... you didn’t have to come..." you begin, trying to hide the confusion and panic already bubbling up inside you.

"Of course I did! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of my baby?"

“Girlfriend?!”

Your brain almost short-circuits at that word.

"Yes! We’re in love with each other, we’re basically dating. You just need to make it official. And couples take care of each other!" She’s already taking off her coat and heading to the kitchen with the ease of someone in a '90s sitcom. "Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything. You just need to relax."

You’re left standing there in the living room, paralyzed. All you wanted was a quiet Saturday. Now, you're engulfed in the smell of soup and the absurd idea that you have a girlfriend who thinks Garfield and cold remedies are the foundation of a relationship.

She comes back with a steaming bowl of soup, handing it to you with a smile. "Here, love. This will make you feel better in no time!"

"Just… put the soup anywhere. I, uh, need to go to the bathroom real quick," you say, abruptly leaving the room.

You lock yourself in the bathroom, pulling your phone out of your pocket like a man on the edge of a breakdown. As the world outside gets increasingly... Chaeyoung, you open your friends' group chat, furiously typing:

"You're all dead. Every one of you!"

The reply comes in seconds, like hyenas circling a carcass.

"HAHAHAHA dude, you still haven't told her??"

"Seriously, someone help me. This girl’s completely in love, and it's getting out of hand. I can’t just tell her it was a prank, she'll be crushed"

"Imagine her face when she finds out, it’ll be like when Babe realizes he's NOT a herding dog"

"For the love of God, is anyone going to help me?"

A notification appears: Saerom was added to the group.

Great, Miss Nosy has entered the chat.

"I just found out what you guys did. You’re all jerks. Honestly, this prank went way too far!!"

You breathe a sigh of relief. An ally.

She continues:

"Don’t tell her it was a joke, or she’ll never step foot in the office again. You need to be more... gentle"

"Gentle? How am I supposed to be gentle?"

"Just make something up about being scarred by a past relationship, something unresolved. Say you like her but you're not ready"

"Past relationship? All my relationships were healthy... as much as they could be"

"Then use your imagination, genius. Lie and say it was traumatic. You need to talk to her before this gets out of control"

You thank her, knowing it’s going to be a disaster. But at least it’s a plan.

—

She takes another bite of your pizza, chewing absentmindedly while you take another spoonful of soup. The soup, to your surprise, isn’t bad. It's actually good, which only makes the situation more depressing. As you eat, your attention shifts to Chaeyoung, who’s happily nibbling the last slice of your pizza. You feel a pang of sadness and resignation; life really isn’t fair, but at least the soup is decent.

And then, out of nowhere, Chaeyoung starts talking about the past. Of course, she starts talking about the past, because what else did you need right now, besides a dive into emotional tragedies?

"You know," she says with a long sigh, as if recalling an old wound, "I was never one of those popular girls. Not in high school, not in college. I was always... invisible. Like, the kind of girl who’s in the group, but no one knows her name."

She leans in a little closer, her wide, bright eyes locked on you. "When I was in high school, there was a party that all the girls in my class were invited to. Me? Not even a mention. Not even an invitation. And the boys? They didn’t even know I existed. They were all more interested in the girls who wore lip gloss and knew how to walk in heels. I just... I just wanted someone, anyone, to notice me, you know?"

You feel the soup thickening in your mouth. "Yeah, I... I know what you mean." Of course, you know. Who doesn't? You’ve met plenty of girls like that, from middle school to high school.

But you also know that none of this is about you, so you swallow her sadness along with the soup.

"Then, in college, I thought things would change. I even made an effort, you know? I started dressing up more. I wore contacts instead of glasses. I tried to seem more... approachable? But guess what? Nothing changed." She shrugs, like she’s used to it, but you see a flash of pain in her smile. "I tried so hard to be nice to people, to be the perfect friend, the hardworking student... And I always ended up being the one who got forgotten when they made lunch plans after class. The other girls would get together to take cute pictures with their boyfriends, and me? Well, I took selfies with my cat."

You give a smile, and this time it’s not forced. There’s something genuine about the way she talks, a kind of sweet sincerity, even if a bit overdone. "Lily?"

She smiles. "Lily! Yeah. She’s the only one who’s been there for me, you know? Always listening, always understanding... She never judged me. And now, baby," - because of course, she keeps calling you that - "now I have you. And I never thought this would happen. I guess it was worth waiting all this time."

There’s something touching about all of this. What starts as a slight discomfort slowly turns into self-reflection. You always thought these stories were, deep down, about other people. But as she talks, you realize that maybe you understand exactly how she feels: that invisibility, the sense that the world keeps spinning without even noticing your presence.

And, before you know it, you start sharing a bit of your own past. Not the big details, but enough to fill the conversation. You talk about how quiet you were in school, how you had friends but were never the center of attention. "I was more the guy who stayed in the library while everyone else was playing basketball," you say.

She looks at you, almost shocked. "Really? You seem so... popular now. I mean, you talk to everyone at the office. People always listen to what you say."

You smile with a hint of irony. "I guess I learned to adapt."

"That’s amazing." Her eyes shine again, this time with genuine admiration. "I was never good at that. Adapting, I mean. That’s why it was so hard when I started at work... If you hadn’t been so kind to me at the beginning, I don’t even know how I would’ve managed."

And then, in a flash of courage you can’t quite understand, you let out a compliment. "You’re more adaptable than you think, Chae. And honestly, you look... really pretty today."

The smile she gives you could light up a stadium. "You really think so?”

"Yeah," you say, trying to keep your tone light, not wanting to put too much weight on the compliment, but already feeling the growing responsibility behind every word. "The makeup, the way you styled your hair. Everything."

She looks so radiant that you almost regret saying it. Almost. "Wow, you're the best! Seriously! I never thought a guy like you would even notice me. I know, for you, it must be normal to be... amazing." She looks down, her cheeks turning pink. "But for me, all of this is so new. It's like, all of a sudden, I’ve found... the perfect person."

Oh no.

The perfect person.

That phrase hits you like an invisible anvil.

Desperately searching for a way out, you look away. "Well, sometimes I think... a young bird shouldn't be trapped in a cage." You start rambling, hoping the metaphor will get through to her, but she just blinks, confused. "You know," you continue, already sweating internally, "birds should fly free, explore the world."

She nods, smiling. "Oh, yes, I totally agree! I think cages are cruel. I would never keep a bird trapped. They need to be free." And there goes your metaphor. You try to force a laugh, but it sounds like the creak of an old, rusty door. "Everyone should realize that, it's so obvious." Chaeyoung smiles, fully absorbed in her own romantic vision of things. "Like I was saying, I’ve found my person. And now, with you, I feel like I can finally be myself."

“Err, excuse me for a second,” you say, standing up from the couch, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

The tiled walls around you feel like the only safe place in the house. A precious moment to breathe, and of course, update the group:

"Dude, this is harder than I thought. She's opening up about her whole life and... God, it feels impossible to escape without breaking her"

The group chat starts popping off like popcorn in hot oil.

"Man, for the love of God, just tell her you have a traumatic past. Like, 'Oh, my heart's been broken and I'm not ready for this"

Naturally, someone else chimes in.

"Seriously, that excuse ALWAYS works. Girls don’t question it, they just give you that ‘aww, poor thing’ look, and you’re good"

"I'm scared she’s going to start crying. I can't handle girls crying"

You can almost hear the collective sigh of frustration from the other side of the screen.

"Crying? That's the least you're gonna have to deal with if you keep dragging this out. Seriously, if you were more direct, she’d be out of there by now"

"YOU’RE the ones who put this ridiculous idea in her head! It’s not like I asked for this mess"

"Yeah, but you’re the one letting it go on this long. We picked you as the target because you’re all mature and polite; we thought you could handle it"

"Dude, man up. What’s a few tears? You’ll survive. She’ll survive"

"Survive? I’m the only one here who had to hear about how her cat is the only being who’s ever loved her unconditionally since college! What do you want me to do? Crush her dreams with a sledgehammer?"

"Yes. That’s exactly what we want"

You’re about to type another angry response when Saerom steps in with a message.

"Guys, seriously, the problem is he's a coward. He’s afraid of a cute girl who just wants love. You're dragging this out unnecessarily. I'd say you’re even enjoying having a girl at your feet..."

Oh, Saerom, this is the same Saerom who was doubled over laughing at lunch yesterday when Chaeyoung smiled every time she looked at you. You take a deep breath before typing.

"Excuse me, WHO set this up in the first place? I know it wasn't me. And don’t pretend to be all sensible now, Saerom, I remember you making jokes about Chaeyoung when she first joined the company. Just a reminder: this fucking prank was NOT MY IDEA"

Saerom replies:

"And who’s feeding her delusion, pretending everything’s fine?

Exactly, YOU"

You lean against the sink, letting out a heavy sigh. This conversation is going nowhere. You didn’t ask for this, didn’t ask to be dragged into the emotional life of someone as intense and awkward as Chaeyoung. But here you are, suffering because you’re too nice, while your so-called friends are more interested in watching you struggle.

The mental alarm bell of "just end this already" rings in your head, but like a soldier without ammunition, you find yourself fighting through a minefield of hopes and expectations.

The truth is, as you type, you already know you won’t be able to be direct. Not with Chaeyoung, not with that strange mix of awkward sweetness and infectious enthusiasm she brings.

You don’t want to be the villain in her story.

"Fine, I’ll do something about it. But if she starts crying, that’s on you guys. You’ll all pay"

Taking a deep breath, you leave the bathroom, ready to put the plan in motion. But when you return to the living room, there's no sign of Chaeyoung. The TV is still on, some random show playing, but she... is gone.

"Chae?" you call, wandering through the house.

Nothing.

Then, you find her in the music room, admiring your vinyl collection. She’s standing in front of the shelves, her fingers gently brushing over the album covers.

"You have an amazing collection!" she exclaims, spinning on her heels to face you, her eyes full of admiration. "I had no idea you collected records!"

You try to downplay it. "Oh, it's just a silly hobby. I like music... and vinyl. There’s something more authentic about the sound, you know?"

She picks up an album, inspecting the cover art. "Wow. Led Zeppelin, The Smiths, Pink Floyd... You have great taste. This is so... you!" She smiles, as if that explains everything.

You chuckle. "Well, they’re classics, right?"

Chaeyoung moves from one record to the next. Each vinyl is treated like a relic, something precious, and you, watching from the other side of the room, can’t help but smile. It’s strange, but something about the way she marvels at your collection makes you... happy.

"Oh my God, you have The Beatles! I love them. Did you know I once painted a picture inspired by ‘Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds’? It was all in shades of purple and blue, kind of psychedelic, with floating stars and... Well, I’m terrible at describing it, but you get the idea!" Chaeyoung talks so fast that the words seem to trip over each other, as if they're racing to get out of her mouth.

"Wait, you paint?" The surprise in your voice is genuine. So far, Chaeyoung has been full of surprises, but the fact that she paints is something you definitely didn’t expect.

She beams, excited, putting the Beatles record back and turning to you with shining eyes. "Yeah! Ever since I was a kid, actually. In school, I was that weird girl who would be painting instead of paying attention in math class. Not that my teachers liked that, but I always thought art was more important than calculating angles."

You nod, genuinely intrigued by how interested you are. "And what do you paint besides psychedelic Beatles scenes?"

"Oh, a bit of everything! Nature, flowers, cats, starry skies... Mostly when I’m sad, I paint the night sky. The stars make me feel... less alone."

The image of Chaeyoung painting in silence, surrounded by colors and stars, fills your mind. And it’s impossible not to find her endearing in this moment. The energetic and slightly crazy girl who’s now in your house has a depth you hadn’t noticed before. You find yourself curious, more interested than you expected.

"I never imagined you were a painter," you say. "It must be nice to have something like that, to express how you feel."

She shrugs but smiles proudly. "Yeah, it helps. Sometimes life gets confusing, you know? And so do people. But when I paint, none of that matters. It's just me, the colors, and the rest of the world disappears."

You smile, stepping closer to her. "I'd love to see one of your paintings someday."

Her eyes widen, and for a moment, she’s speechless, something rare for her. "Really? You’d like that?"

"Of course," you respond, without realizing just how honest you're being. "I think it’d be amazing."

Chaeyoung smiles so openly that you almost feel the room warm up. "I’d love to show you! I have a bunch at home. I thought about sending you some pictures today, but I wanted you to see them in person. I wanted it to be kind of a surprise."

You find yourself torn.

Now, seeing her here, excited about your records, almost dancing with every vinyl she picks up, you begin to feel something uncomfortable. Something that nags at your conscience like an itch.

Maybe, just maybe, you weren't as eager to end this as you thought.

Yes, all of this started as a big prank. Yes, your coworkers are a bunch of jerks who threw you into this situation without mercy. And yes, Chaeyoung… well, she’s a bit eccentric, to say the least. But there's something about her, a sincerity, a disarming purity, that makes it hard to keep thinking of her as just "the weird girl from the office."

You look at her now, smiling at something she found - a David Bowie album you’d almost forgotten you had. The way she interacts with your things, as if she’s discovering every part of you with the same enthusiasm a child would have opening a Christmas present. There’s no pretense in anything she does. Chaeyoung isn’t trying to impress you. She’s not here to prove anything. She’s just... herself. And as scary as that is, it’s also, in some way, comforting.

Suddenly, the excuse you were about to use - "I'm not ready, I'm still recovering from a bad relationship" - seems too fake to you.

A small voice - the kind that always knows more than the rest of you is willing to admit - whispers that maybe, just maybe, you’re overcomplicating things. Maybe it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you just… let things happen.

“Are you okay?” Chaeyoung asks suddenly, turning to you with a smile.

“Yeah, just... thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” She approaches with her usual curiosity.

You hesitate. “I was thinking that... maybe I’ve been too quick to try and figure all this out.”

She frowns for a moment, trying to read between the lines. Then her face lights up. "You’re worried that things are moving too fast?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Look, I'm not good with this stuff. Dating, friendships, these... relationship rules. But I know I like you. And I know you make me happy. I don't know what else I should be thinking about besides that."

And in that moment, reality hits you hard. Maybe the problem was never Chaeyoung. Maybe the problem is you, stuck in an idea of how things should be, when in fact, what you’re experiencing now is as real as anything you could’ve planned.

"You're right," you say finally, feeling a strange mix of relief and acceptance. "I think I was overcomplicating it… By the way, can I ask if you're free tomorrow night?"

"Yes! Why?"

"I... was thinking... maybe I could take you out to dinner."

If she was excited before, now she looks like she’s won the lottery. "REALLY? Oh my God, yes! Of course, I’d love to!" She starts bouncing slightly, barely able to contain her excitement. "Oh wow, this is going to be amazing! I can't believe you want to take me out to dinner!"

"Yeah, well... I just thought it’d be nice. Nothing too fancy."

"Nothing too fancy?" She looks at you incredulously. "It’s the best thing ever! It’s going to be so romantic!" And then, without warning, she hugs you. "I knew you were a gentleman from the start!"

You clear your throat, feeling a bit awkward. "Well, uh... since it’s raining outside... do you want to stay over tonight?"

And if you thought she was happy before, now she’s absolutely over the moon. "OF COURSE I DO! Actually, when I came, I thought you were still sick, so I brought my pajamas. I thought maybe you'd need someone to take care of you."

She smiles with such genuine innocence that you almost forget you were plotting to end this a few minutes ago.

But the truth is, deep down, you’ve always found her oddness at work kind of... cute. Like that day she showed up with dinosaur socks under her business slacks. The whole office laughed behind her back, but you thought, in some way, it was adorable. And brave. She didn’t care about the unspoken rules of the workplace. She was just being herself, and that took a kind of strength you, for some reason, had never given proper credit to.

You remember when she opened her lunchbox during the lunch break, revealing a work of art made of food: rice in the shape of a heart, seaweed bears, and vegetables so well-arranged they looked like a painting. Everyone laughed, called it childish, but you... You found yourself admiring it. You didn’t say anything, of course. Stayed quiet. But, honestly, you thought it was incredibly creative.

And when she was in charge of organizing the year-end party? Everyone was horrified by the PowerPoint full of emojis and bouncing animations. To them, it was “corny”. To you, it was a genuine attempt to make something fun. Something you secretly admired. You could see how hard she had tried. But, as always, you bit your tongue, let the moment pass, and hid in the mediocrity of consensus.

Now, as she smiles at you, you have this epiphany: maybe you’ve always liked her. Not in the obvious, immediate way the rest of the world expects. But in a subtler, quieter way. The kind of attraction that comes from admiring someone for being authentic, for being weird in a way the rest of the world finds unsettling, but you... well, you’ve always found fascinating.

And then, there's the other thing: all this time, you weren't worried about her. You were worried about what others would think. That invisible weight you carry when you're around people who judge you for everything, even the way you look at someone. Your friends, the office, the behind-the-back laughter. They shaped you more than you wanted to admit. You stayed silent when they laughed at her, you let them guide your perception, even when, deep down, you knew something was off. And this makes you think that things would have to change now. No more complacency. No more jokes at Chaeyoung’s expense. Everyone in the office would treat her well from now on, and you would ensure that.

You realize it wasn’t her who pushed you away. It was your own cowardice. The way you let others influence what you felt. And now, seeing her here, surrounded by your records, you realize you’re more comfortable than you’ve ever been with anyone else.

"Can I kiss you?" you ask.

She stares at you for a second, maybe surprised by the softness of the question, but then she smiles. "Of course you can!"

And then, without further hesitation, you lean in and kiss her. It's the kind of kiss that makes time stop - or, at least, makes you wish it would. Her arms naturally find their way around your neck, and for a moment, it's just the warmth of her lips, the way she fits into you.

When you finally pull apart, breathless, she sighs and says, without any filter: "I like your lips."

You laugh, a little surprised by her bluntness. "That's a pretty... direct comment." But you can't help agreeing. "I like your lips too." And, without thinking much, you brush a strand of hair behind her ear. That gesture that should be cliché, but somehow, it fits.

You look at her, trying to guess what's going on in Chaeyoung's mind, who now has her eyes cast down, biting her lip, and you know the atmosphere is about to change.

"Do you... find me attractive?" The question comes out of nowhere, as if it escaped from the deepest corner of her mind. Her voice was a bit hesitant, but there was a raw honesty there. The kind of honesty you only find in children or in adults who've had more disappointments than they could count.

You stare at her, astonished, for two reasons. One, that she truly doesn't realize how attractive she is, and two, that the question seems to come loaded with a raw expectation of approval. "Of course you are," you say, with more certainty than you intended. "You're very attractive."

She blushes, and her fingers begin to nervously play with the fabric of her dress. "It's just... I've always wanted... you know... to experience that thing. And with you, the desire only grows," she admits, the words coming out in a nervous whisper. "I keep imagining all sorts of things... many things."

It's rare for you to be speechless, but here you are, completely disarmed by her confession. "I understand," you respond, trying to ignore the weight of it, but there's something in the way she looks at you, like she's trusting you with an immense secret, that makes your voice come out softer. And then, before the conversation can unravel, she rushes to continue:

"I don't want you to think I just... just see you like this, as if you're only... an object of desire , you know?" Her voice is a flurry of words, as if the mere act of speaking is the only way to keep from drowning in her insecurities. "I love everything about you - the way you care, the way you talk, the way you dress, your quirks... It's just-"

"Chae," you interrupt her with a smile, gently taking her hand. "It's okay. I get what you mean."

She seems relieved, but still a little lost, as if trying to realign her inner compass. You hold her hand more firmly, the warmth and firmness grounding her. "And if you want, if you feel comfortable... I don't see any problem with... well, us doing this."

The color deepens in Chaeyoung's cheeks, which seemed impossible, and she lets out a small sigh, almost as if absorbing the gravity of what you just said. "Do you think... it's not too fast?" Her voice is quieter now, more vulnerable. "I... I thought we'd only do this after, I don't know, getting married ." She laughs nervously.

You laugh too, the kind of laugh that makes the nervousness dissipate a little. "Married? That would take a long time." You lean in a little closer, lowering your voice as if sharing a secret. "And honestly, it would be torture to wait that long, you know... with you being like this."

"Like what?" she asks, and there's genuine curiosity in her voice, almost childlike, as if she doesn't realize just how much Chaeyoung is... her.

"Like... you. So beautiful, so unique," you reply, your eyes locked on hers, hoping she understands that you truly believe this.

She looks away and murmurs, "I... I wouldn't be able to wait that long either." And then, with a kind of honesty that only Chaeyoung could muster, she adds, "Especially with you being so... hot."

You almost choke on the sincerity of her response, but before you can react, something inside you, perhaps an impulse you didn't even know you had, makes you act. With a sudden movement, you scoop her into your arms.

Chaeyoung lets out a small gasp of surprise, her arms wrapping around your neck. "W-what are you doing?" Her surprise is genuine, but there's a laugh hidden behind it.

"Taking you to the bedroom," you respond with a calm smile.

She looks at you, her face flushed and her eyes shining. "Are we... doing this now?"

"If you want," you say calmly.

Chaeyoung seems to reflect for a moment, but her eyes meet yours, and something shifts in her. "Yes," she murmurs, her voice soft but resolute. "I want to."

As you carry Chaeyoung to the bedroom, the rain continues to patter softly against the windows, as if providing the soundtrack to a scene even the gods of romantic comedies couldn't have predicted. When you lay her gently on the bed, you feel the weight of something larger than yourself approaching, a mix of desire and uncertainty that seems to hang in the air. But when your lips meet hers, all those thoughts simply... vanish.

She's warm, soft, and each kiss you share seems to last longer than the one before, as if time is slowing down, or maybe the rain outside is trying to set the pace.

You pull back for a moment, removing your shirt in a gesture you've probably done a million times, but to her, it seems incredibly unique, and Chaeyoung can't hide her surprise. Her eyes widen for a brief second before softening into something like admiration.

"Wow," she says, almost reverently, as if she's admiring a Renaissance masterpiece in a museum and not your body, which, to be honest, is far too generous a comparison, but let's go with it.

At that exact moment, your phone vibrates in your pocket, and for a second, the cruel and merciless universe reminds you of your friends' existence. You pull out your phone, read the messages - something like "so, did it work?" - and without thinking twice, you turn the device off.

"You... look so... sexy," Chaeyoung murmurs, then laughs a little, clearly fighting the shyness that's winning. "I've never... touched a man's bare chest before."

You smile slightly, moving closer again. "Then savor the moment," you say, and she hesitates before sliding her hands over your abdomen, her fingers exploring your skin with a shy curiosity, almost innocent. Her touch is light at first, but soon gains a bit more confidence.

Meanwhile, you kiss her neck, breathing in her sweet scent, and the way she shivers under your lips makes you lose yourself even more.

You begin to slide the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, moving slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin. When the dress reaches her waist, Chaeyoung, in a way that is both shy and determined, sits up slightly and pulls it off completely, letting it fall in a forgotten pile on the floor. Now, only in her panties and bra, she looks at you with wide, nervous eyes, as if waiting for your assessment.

And, of course, you can't hold back. "You're so beautiful, Chaeyoung." Your words are simple but carry a truth that, by the way she immediately blushes, impacts her more than any grand compliment ever could.

She looks away for a second, a shy smile playing on her lips. "I... I never thought that... anyone would think that." She shifts uncomfortably, but her discomfort only heightens her innocent charm.

You also stand, beginning to unbutton your pants, the sound of the buttons echoing almost like a beat amid the rain outside. "Lie down, Chaeyoung," you say softly, your voice gentle but firm.

She stays still for about three seconds before obeying, lying back on the bed, her body now completely surrendered to you, and to the moment that, suddenly, no longer seems so full of uncertainty.

Then, you gently spread Chae's legs in a way she didn't expect. Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling, but you notice the nervousness in her trembling fingers and the slight tapping of her feet. "It's okay," you whisper. She lets out a small laugh, the kind that only happens when someone is scared but wants to appear brave.

Kissing the inside of her thigh, you feel the shiver that runs through Chae's slender body. She can't hide the tension but says nothing, as if waiting for you to guide her through this unknown art. Your fingers glide against the thin fabric of her panties, and you feel the growing heat between her legs. "Relax," you say, even though you know relaxing is the last thing she's going to do right now.

When you slowly remove her panties, like you're unwrapping something fragile, Chae's scent fills the air. She holds her breath for a moment, and her eyes, once lost on the ceiling, now close. Vulnerable. You know she wants this, but you also know she has no idea what she's about to feel.

You move closer, gently running your fingers over her swollen lips, parting them slightly. Your mouth follows the touch of your fingers, but you don't go straight to the point. No, that would be too easy. Instead, you kiss around, intentional kisses, your tongue tracing paths on her sensitive skin. She lets out a soft moan, her hips trying to follow your mouth, but you don't let her dictate the pace.

With one last glance at her face - where her eyes are closed and her mouth is parted in a sigh - you finally touch her clitoris with the tip of your tongue. The reaction is immediate: a small jolt, a moan that echoes in the room, like her body was just switched on. You circle her clit slowly, alternating between soft and firmer licks, feeling the smooth texture under your tongue. Chaeyoung is starting to lose herself in the pleasure, and you know because her moans are getting louder, more insistent, her hips lifting off the bed in search of more.

"Mmm, p-please," she whispers, barely audible, as if she's afraid to ask for what she really wants. You answer her request, sucking on her clit more firmly as your fingers begin to explore deeper. You slide them inside her tight pussy slowly, while continuing to lick, feeling her body's response on your tongue. The warmth around your fingers, the pressure from her inner muscles that seem unwilling to let you go.

Tasting more of her with each new lick, your mouth becomes increasingly hungry, as if the only thing that matters in the world is how her body reacts to you. The heat radiating from between her legs is almost overwhelming, and her moans, once restrained, are growing louder, more desperate. She's no longer trying to hide anything.

She just wants more. Simply more.

You stop fingering her pussy for a moment, just to hold her thighs, your hands firm as you keep her legs open, which keep trying to close, your tongue sliding over her clit in quick, intense movements. Her taste is strong now, a mix of salt and desire that makes you want everything. You feel her body tremble, her hips moving against your mouth, seeking more contact, more pressure. She is completely surrendered.

“Mmm, please… don’t stop!” she moans, her voice shaky and almost sobbing. You laugh against her skin, the sound muffled between Chae's legs, and reply with a quick glance, your eyes fixed on her face, contorted in desire.

"Are you going to come for me, Chae?" you murmur, your voice husky as your fingers slide back inside her, filling her completely. She lets out an even louder moan, her body arching, her inner muscles tightening around her fingers. "Tell me, Chae... tell me what you want," you tease, your mouth not stopping, your tongue focused on her clit while your fingers penetrate her deeply, each movement a new shock of pleasure.

“I... I'm gonna... Oh my God! II can't..." she tries to speak, but the words are lost among the moans. She's on the edge, holding on by a thread, and you can feel it. She's struggling to maintain control, but she won't last much longer.

“Go ahead,” you whisper against her, sucking her clit harder now, your mouth fully covering it while your fingers continue relentlessly. “I want you to come. Now. In my mouth.”

It's all she needed to hear. With one last loud moan, almost a scream, her body completely loses control. Her hips lift off the bed, pressing your mouth against her pussy, as if trying to swallow you. Her taste explodes on your tongue, a hot, salty rush that you devour like a reward. Chaeyoung comes hard, her body trembling violently, each moan louder than the last until she's practically sobbing from the pleasure.

You don't stop. You keep sucking, drawing out every drop, as if you want to prolong the moment, wanting more of her, wanting to feel everything. "That's it, baby… Come more, " you murmur against her, your voice almost a growl. Her moans are wild now, completely out of control, and you know you've pushed her past a limit she never knew existed.

“Please, stop! Mmm, I c-can’t anymore!” she moans, her voice trembling, as if begging for mercy, but you can tell that part of her wants you to take her even deeper. Every part of her body tightens, surrenders, and you only stop when you feel she's completely exhausted, her muscles still pulsing around your fingers.

You move up her body, her taste still on your lips, your breath heavy. Chae's face is a beautiful mess of sweat, pleasure, and confusion, but you smile, knowing what comes next.

You love this part.

“Now,” you say in a low, almost commanding voice, “I want you to feel what I did.”

Before she can process what that means, you kiss her, deep and wet, your tongue slipping into her mouth, letting her taste herself. At first, she hesitates, but soon her moans turn into something new, something that mixes with the taste you just took from her. She kisses you back, hungry, and what started as vulnerability is slowly turning into something much more lustful, more intense, and carnal.

You trail kisses down Chae's body, every inch of her skin seems simply irresistible. Her breathing quickens as you descend, her hand brushing the sheets as if searching for something to hold onto, something stable. When you reach her small, delicate breasts, you slowly pull down her bra with deliberate slowness, exposing them as if standing before something precious. Your lips touch one of her nipples, soft at first, a light suction that makes her arch her body. A soft, trembling moan escapes Chae, and you feel her fingers tighten around the fabric of the bed.

“Are you enjoying it?” you murmur against her skin, your hand now playing with her other breast, fingers teasing, squeezing lightly.

She just nods, her eyes closed, lips parted as she whispers a faint “Yes, so much... Mmm, keep going...” barely audible. There's a vulnerability in her tone, something between desire and the fear of being completely consumed by it. You obey, sucking her nipple harder, her moans growing louder, more uncontrolled, as your other hand continues to explore.

But you don't want to rush anything.

You want every touch to be a memory, something she'll feel even after it's all over.

When you stop and stand to grab the condom from the nightstand, Chae looks confused for a second, her body shifting slightly, as if sensing the absence of your touch. You pull off your boxers, the cool air brushing your skin, and her expression changes. Chae's eyes, once full of nerves, now sparkle with something different, something curious.

She watches in silence as she takes off her bra, almost mesmerized, while you put on the condom. There's something intense in that moment, in her silent admiration, like she's processing everything at once.

“I'll go slow,” you say, kneeling back on the bed, gently lifting her legs around your waist. “If it hurts too much, let me know, okay?”

Chae bites her lip and nodes, her eyes locked on yours. “I trust you... just... take it easy.”

You position yourself, the tip of your cock touching her entrance, warm and tight. The moment stretches, the air heavy between you. Slowly, you begin to push in, and the sound she makes is a mix between a moan and a sigh. The sensation is intense, her tightness almost painfully constricting. You move forward slowly, every inch feels like a battle against her body, which gradually adjusts and gives way, millimeter by millimeter.

Chae bites her lip hard, her face flushed, her hands gripping her arms as if seeking something to hold onto. “Are you okay, baby?” you ask, pausing for a moment, noticing the slight tremble in her lips.

She nods, her voice is soft and hesitant. “Yeah... I'm okay. It’s just… it’s too big.”

You smile gently, wanting to reassure her. “I'll go slow, I promise.” And with that, you start moving again, pushing in slowly until you're fully inside her. Chae lets out a long moan, her eyes tightly shut. She's so tight that every movement feels like a challenge, but you hold back, maintaining control.

Then, as you pull out slightly, you notice a small trace of blood. Her hymen had broken. “Chae,” you say, your voice filled with concern. “There's a bit of blood... how are you feeling?”

She opens her eyes, still flushed, breathing heavily. “I'm... I'm okay. It's just... strange... but... it feels good too...”

You watch her for a moment, searching for any signs of discomfort beyond what she admits. Then you continue, moving a little faster, a little deeper, and her moans start to shift in tone, the pain slowly giving way to pleasure. With each thrust, you feel her body adjusting, relaxing, the initial resistance fading away.

“Fuck, you're so tight,” you whisper as you keep thrusting into her.

You lean over her, her body trembling beneath you, her small breasts pressed against your chest. Her skin is warm, sweaty, and you can feel every shaky breath she exhales as you move inside her. Your cock slides deep, her tightness gripping you like a vice. She lets out a loud moan, her arms wrapping around your neck, her legs tightening around your hips, holding you as if afraid to let go.

“Do you like it, Chae?” you ask, your voice low and rough in her ear. You can feel her heart racing, and it only makes you want more.

She tries to answer, but everything that comes out is a moan, a broken sound of pleasure. You smile against her neck, kissing the delicate skin, tasting her sweat. “Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you're feeling.”

“Fuck, y-you're driving me crazy...” she manages to mutter, her voice cracking as you thrust deep, each stroke making her arch against the bed. “I've... I've never felt anything like this.”

You kiss her neck, sucking the sensitive skin, leaving marks that will last. “Your pussy's so wet,” you murmur against her skin, lightly biting her earlobe. “Feels like your body was made for this... for me .”

Chae lets out a high-pitched moan, her hips trying to match your rhythm, but you're in control. You thrust deeper, harder, feeling her body write with each push. “Do you feel how deep I am inside you? My thick, hard cock filling every inch of your pussy.”

She can only moan in response, her fingers digging into your back, scratching the skin as pleasure overwhelms her. And you love this, love seeing this beautiful, naïve, innocent girl lose all control because of you. It's like you're sculpting every sensation, molding her pleasure to your will. And the fact that it's her first time only makes it more addictive.

“You sound so sexy, moaning in my ear while I fuck you… Tell me, Chae, do you want more?” you ask, your voice dirtier now, and she nods frantically, her eyes squeezed shut, her face flushed with both shame and excitement.

“Yes, please... don't stop!” she begs, her voice cracking as you continue to fuck her. “You fuck me so good!”

You pick up the pace, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing in the room. Your cock slides deep, as deep as you can go in this position, and she lets out a loud, desperate moan. “You like it like this, huh? Getting fucked hard, knowing how much I'm loving fucking this virgin pussy!”

Chae writhes beneath you, her moans growing louder, faster.

She’s losing herself, another orgasm is close.

And you’re going to take it from her.

“Now let’s lie on our side, princess,” you say with a final kiss.

You turn her over carefully. She obeys, her body already limp, fully surrendered to you. Now, you position yourself behind her, your bodies aligned, so close that you can feel every breath she takes, every nervous twitch.

“Yeah, like this, Chae…” you murmur in her ear, a filthy undertone hidden in the words. With one hand, you guide your cock back inside her, the tight, wet sensation making both of you moan at the same time. Your hand now slides slowly down her side, feeling the warmth of her sweaty skin, the uneven rhythm of her breathing.

“You like this, don’t you?” you tease, your voice low, as you continue to thrust slowly, each stroke deep and calculated. Chaeyoung responds with a loud moan, her eyes closed, head tilting back, resting on your shoulder.

“Y-yes, yes! I love it…” Her voice trembles with each word, as if the pleasure is making it difficult to even think. The raspy sound of every moan only spurs you to go deeper.

You kiss her slender shoulder, your hand moving up the curve of her waist to her breasts. Her skin is hot and slick with sweat, her entire body vibrating with the intensity of the experience. Your fingers squeeze one of her breasts, firm enough to elicit another moan from Chaeyoung, who begins to move, her hips pushing back against you, craving more.

“Ohhh, that feels so good! Harder…” she begs, almost breathless, her voice cracking with need. And you comply, the thrusts becoming faster, more intense, the rhythm of your bodies crashing together, primal and instinctive.

“You’re so tight, Chae… you’re driving me crazy…” you whisper, your mouth moving from her shoulder to her neck, sucking and nibbling softly as you keep thrusting deeply. She moans louder, her nails digging into the sheets.

“The first time… I never imagined it would be like this…” she murmurs between moans, her voice almost fading, as if she’s on the verge of losing her ability to speak. “It feels so good… so… Oh, you fuck me so well!”

You chuckle softly, satisfied. “You’ll remember your first fuck forever, Chae... You’ll remember how I made you come.”

And somehow, that ignites something inside her.

You feel Chae’s body start to writhe, her moans growing louder, more desperate. She’s close, you can tell. The hand that was on her breast now slides slowly down her body, and without warning, you grasp Chae’s slender neck, your fingers wrapping around it firmly, just enough to show her the control you have over her.

She gasps, her eyes widening in surprise, and her body responds immediately, arching against you, tightening around your cock. “You like this, don’t you, Chae?” your voice comes out hoarse, and she answers with a moan, the most primal sound you’ve ever heard.

“Y-yes, fuck!... yes, I… I love it!” She can barely form the words, her moans mixing with her ragged breaths. And it only makes you hungrier, more eager to push her beyond her limits.

You pick up the pace, thrusting harder, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing through the room, and you squeeze her neck a little tighter, feeling her shudder under your touch. “Tell me, baby… Tell me what you want.”

She’s panting, her whole body drenched in sweat, her eyes shut. “More… please… Fuck me faster… harder…” Her voice breaks between the pleas, her moans becoming nearly screams of pleasure. “Fuck my pussy good, make me your little slut!”

“Like this?” you ask, and before she can respond, you obey, pounding into her with even more intensity, your cock driving into her with such force that Chae’s body slams against you, nearly folding under the impact.

“Ahhh… yes! Like that! Fuck… keep going, don’t stop!” She’s losing herself, her body responding instinctively to the pleasure, and Chae’s face twists, her eyes rolling back as you fuck her relentlessly. “I-I’m yours, baby… all yours! Fuck me harder!”

You pull her body closer, your fingers still gripping her neck, controlling every movement as you continue to pound deep, without pause. “You’re becoming such a dirty little girl, Chae. A slut who loves my cock!”

She bites her lip hard, her eyes barely open enough to meet yours. “Yes! I’m… I’m your slut… please, don’t stop… make me come again!”

You fuck her even faster, your hand tightening on her neck, dominating her completely. Each thrust is harder, deeper, until her body starts to tremble again, her moans growing louder, more intense.

“You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” you murmur, your face close to her ear, your breath hot against her skin. “You love coming on my cock, don’t you, Chae? Such a dirty slut! I want to feel you come… now!”

And that pushes her over the edge.

Her body explodes against you, writhing, trembling, and she screams as the orgasm overtakes her. “Ahhh… fuck… I'm cumming … I'm… ahhh!” The pleasure ripples through her like an electric shock, her muscles squeezing your cock so tight you can barely hold back.

You keep fucking her as she comes, drawing out her orgasm, her moans oscillating between pleasure and despair. “Yeah, that’s it, Chae… come for me… come on my cock, baby.” And she does, her whole body shaking, completely surrendered to the pleasure you’ve taught her to feel, until the tremors slowly subside, and she’s completely spent, her body limp in your arms, breathing heavily.

But you’re not done yet.

You feel Chae’s body still trembling in your arms, but you don’t give her even a second to rest. You lift her from the bed with a near predatory strength, your arms wrapping around her slim, delicate waist, and in one firm motion, you hoist her into the air, her legs instinctively wrapping around you. The look on Chaeyoung’s face is a mix of surprise and pure lust, her pupils blown wide, her body molding to yours as you hold her aloft.

“You’re going to fuck me like this?” she asks, her voice shaky, almost disbelieving, but clearly begging for more.

“Yes, like this,” you reply with a lascivious smile, positioning her so your cock slips back inside her. Her weight only amplifies the intensity of each thrust, and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mixed with Chae’s high-pitched moans and your heavy breathing. Her body rises and falls, her arms wrapped around your neck, her legs clinging tightly to your waist.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” you ask, your lips brushing her ear, your hot breath making her shiver. She’s completely vulnerable, surrendered, and the feeling of power only drives you deeper into this lust.

“Yes… yes… more…” Chaeyoung whispers between moans, nearly crying from the overwhelming pleasure. “It feels so good… please… don’t stop…”

The way she says it, with so much need, with so much desperation, only drives you further. You fuck her harder, the intensity of each thrust ripping short cries of pleasure from her. She can’t control the sounds escaping her throat, and you know she’s loving every second, loving the way she’s being taken by you, losing her virginity in a way she never imagined.

You fuck her mid-air with almost animalistic force, your hands firmly gripping her slender waist, guiding her movements. Your lips meet hers with urgency, a wet, clumsy, heated kiss. Her tongue searches for yours with desperate hunger, and you respond, exploring her mouth as you keep thrusting deep, each move making her moan louder than the last.

“Can you feel my cock being shoved deep into your tight little pussy?” you murmur between kisses, your voice low and hoarse, sweat dripping down your body as pleasure begins to blur into exhaustion.

“Yeah!! Please… don’t stop!” Chaeyoung practically begs, her voice thin, loaded with desire. Every word she speaks is a breathy gasp, her eyes half-closed like she’s lost in a storm of pleasure.

“Look at you... so submissive... clinging to me like your life depends on it,” you tease, nibbling her earlobe as you fuck her even harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin is loud, dirty, and her body moves wildly with each thrust.

“I-I love it! I love being yours!” Chae confesses, her eyes fully closed, her body trembling as you feel the spasms tightening around your cock. “Fuck me more... dominate me... use me however you want!”

Her filthy words make you lose any remaining control. Your mouth trails down her neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks, to remind her later of how you claimed her that night.

“You want more? Want me to fuck you until you forget your own name?” you whisper against her sweaty skin.

“Yes, baby! Yes… I want it,” Chae moans, her lips trembling as pleasure overtakes her.

You feel the heat rising, the climax almost at the door, and in one quick, rough motion, you sit up on the bed, Chaeyoung on your lap. “Then ride me,” you command, your voice raspy and authoritative, locking eyes with her.

She hesitates for only a second before letting out a low moan and beginning to move. Her legs trembling, she adjusts herself on top of you, your cock slipping back inside her. Her hands rest on your shoulders as she starts to ride, her breathing heavy, each movement eliciting short, sharp moans.

“That’s it, like that! Faster, Chae,” you urge, your hands gripping her waist, helping her keep pace. Her body moves up and down, each motion driving you deeper inside her, each moan louder, more desperate. “You’re so fucking tight… so good… I won’t last much longer, baby,” you warn, your eyes narrowing as you watch her face contort with pleasure, her lips parted, eyebrows arched in pure ecstasy.

“I want you to cum…” Chae responds, her voice barely audible from how breathless she is. “Please cum for me… I want all your hot cum in me.”

You grip her slender waist tighter, your fingers digging into her warm, soft skin, guiding her firmly, demanding more.

“Come on, Chae, I’m almost there... Faster,” you command. “I want to feel you really fuck me.”

Chae bites her lip, her messy hair falling over her shoulders as she tries to speed up, her legs trembling with the effort. With every move, her body sinks deeper onto you, drawing sharp, desperate moans from her. Your fingers dig even harder into her waist, guiding her, controlling the rhythm, forcing her to go faster than her body was prepared for. She has no choice but to follow your lead, her entire body surrendering to this frenzy.

“Your pussy is so wet, Chae, fuck…” you groan through clenched teeth, pulling her closer until your bodies are pressed together. “Can you feel how hard you’re making me? How much horny you're driving me?!”

“I... I feel everything,” Chae responds between moans, her voice breaking from the overwhelming pleasure. “I can’t... I can’t stop... it feels so good...” She keeps grinding on top of you, her movements faster, more intense. Sweat drips down her body, shining under the soft light of the room, and you get lost in the sight of her - her face twisted in uncontrollable pleasure, her legs shaking as she struggles to keep up the pace.

Without warning, you lean forward and capture one of her small breasts in your mouth, sucking hard. The taste of her skin is salty with sweat, but addictive. You suck her nipple intensely, your tongue playing, teasing, while one hand moves to the other breast, squeezing, tugging, teasing the sensitive nipple.

“Oh, fuck!” Chae cries out, her body shuddering violently from the impact of your lips on her breasts. “Please... Please, don’t sto- Oh god! I love your mouth on my breast!!” She throws her head back, her hands digging into your shoulders as you keep her moving, riding faster than ever.

You suck harder, your teeth grazing lightly, making her moan even louder. Each thrust she makes over you brings you closer to the edge, and the feel of her trembling body, mixed with the taste and texture of her delicate skin, makes you lose all control. Your fingers keep gripping her hips, guiding her with a speed she can barely keep up with.

“Come on, Chae... faster... ride me hard!” you growl, your teeth still around her nipple, your eyes half-closed in pleasure.

“I... can’t...” she moans, her eyes filled with pleasure and desperation, but even so, she tries. Her hips rise and fall faster, her movements nearly frantic as she tries to push you over the edge.

“Yes, you can,” you whisper with a wicked smile, your hand sliding down her sweaty back to grab her ass, pulling her down hard each time she rises. “And you’re loving every second... look at you, so obedient... so submissive...”

“I am... I love it! Fuck, I never thought it would feel this good!” Chae can barely speak between moans, her body now practically convulsing with pleasure. “Fuck me... fuck me more, baby... please!”

You continue to suck her, switching breasts, leaving the other one equally sensitive and swollen, while your hands squeeze her ass.

“You’re going to cum again, aren’t you?” you tease, your tone cruel, feeling her on the verge of losing control.

“Yes... yes... I’m going to cum... again... I can’t take it anymore...” Chae cries out, her face contorted with pure pleasure, and you can feel the spasms starting to tighten around your cock. Each of her movements becomes uncoordinated, but that only brings you closer to your own climax. Her body contracts and explodes into a devastating orgasm, her moans loud and uncontrollable, her hips nearly frozen as she’s overtaken by the overwhelming pleasure.

You don’t stop, even as she trembles beneath you, her moans turning into sobs from the accumulated pleasure.

“You know what’s the best part?” you say between ragged breaths, your mouth close to her neck, kissing gently. “You’ll never forget this… how I made you cum so many times.”

Chaeyoung responds with a long moan, her body completely surrendered to you. “I know... I want you to fuck me like this... every day.”

You continue to move her hips slowly, as she’s too weak to do it herself. Each thrust inside her takes you closer, the tight heat of Chae’s body making you lose control. “I’m almost there... where do you want me to cum, Chae?

She hesitates for a second, then timidly murmurs, “On my face, sweetie.. please, cum on my face.”

The way she says it, with that soft, almost innocent voice, is enough to push you to the edge. You feel the lust explode inside you, and the image of Chae’s delicate face covered in your thick cum only heightens your desire.

“Fuck, baby, you're such a naughty girl,” you tease, your voice deep, filthy, as you keep moving her trembling body against yours. “You want me to cum all over your pretty little face, huh?”

Chaeyoung just nods, unable to form words, her moans now almost whispers. “Yes, baby, please... please...” She’s nearly crying from so much pleasure, her body completely at your mercy.

“Then get on your knees for me. I’m gonna cover your face with my thick load.”

Chaeyoung slowly slides off your lap, carefully kneeling on the floor, still trying to regain control of her trembling legs. Her eyes are fixed on you, wide and full of anticipation.

You take off the condom, your breathing fast and uneven, and she immediately wraps her lips around your cock, sucking with such intensity that it almost makes you lose balance. Her taste is still on your dick, and she seems to savor it, her eyes closed, her tongue’s movements deliberate, slow.

“Suck more… Yeah, just like that, baby,” you groan, your fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her as she obeys, sucking with an almost insatiable hunger.

You feel your climax approaching, control slipping away with each passing second. Chae's body is kneeling in front of you, her wide eyes full of anticipation, fixed on you as if she's ready to receive something precious. Her chest rises and falls quickly, her breath heavy, mingled with the palpable excitement in the air. You can’t hold back any longer.

"Are you ready, Chae?" you ask, your voice hoarse, your body trembling with tension as you grip your cock, holding it tight at the base.

She nods quickly, her eyes shining with desire. "Yes... yes... I want your cum on my face." Her voice carries a shy, exciting tone, and it only makes your need grow. You start jerking yourself harder, your cock throbbing in your hand. "Cover my face with your hot cum, baby!"

Those dirty words, spilling from such a delicate mouth, make your cock twitch in anticipation. "Fuck, I'm so horny!!" you growl, holding the base of your cock and pointing it directly at her face.

"Yes... make me filthy... I've always wanted to feel this," Chaeyoung replies.

You can’t hold back anymore. "Fuck, I’m cumming, Chae!" you say through gritted teeth as the pleasure builds to a breaking point.

She can only whisper, "Yeah, please, cum-" before the first spurt hits her cheek directly. Chae gasps, but doesn’t look away. Your fingers continue moving quickly at the base of your cock, another thick shot hitting her other cheek, chin, and a little bit of her forehead.

“Oooh! Yeeaah! Mmm, that’s so fucking good,” you moan, overcome with pleasure. "You look so beautiful covered in my cum,” you groan. “I knew you’d love this… look at you, all messy.”

Holding the base of your still hard, throbbing cock, you guide it toward Chae’s face. Her body is completely surrendered, panting, her eyes half-closed, a lazy smile of satisfaction forming on her lips.

“Look at me,” you command, as the tip of your cock touches her cheek, spreading the remnants of your cum across her delicate skin. Chaeyoung obeys, lifting her face with a gaze filled with adoration and bliss. You begin brushing your cock against her face, slowly, savoring the warm, sticky sensation.

The remaining cum smears and glistens on her skin under the soft bedroom light. First her cheek, then you move to her mouth, tapping your cock lightly against her lips. Without hesitation, she opens her mouth slightly, running her tongue lightly over the tip. Just seeing her, dirty and submissive, sends another wave of pleasure through your body.

“Tell me how much you're enjoying this,” you tease, the tip of your cock tracing her chin, spreading your cum over every inch it can reach.

Chaeyoung only moans, a low, satisfied sound, moving her face to meet each brush of your cock as if wanting more. “I'm… loving it,” she murmurs, her voice broken with desire, eyes closing again as your cock glides over her forehead, leaving a trail of cum. “I love being yours… your dirty little slut.”

“This is what you wanted? To be like this, all marked by me?” you ask with a wicked smile, leaning forward to rub your cock against the tip of her nose, dirtying her even more.

“Yes...” Chaeyoung whispers, her tongue trying to reach the head of your cock again. “You're making me feel so slutty.”

The way she speaks, the devotion in her voice, just makes you want to keep going. You cover her completely, your cock painting her face with cum, the sides of her mouth, her eyes, everywhere. And each time you touch her, Chaeyoung seems to enjoy it even more, her eyes closed, as if she’s in pure ecstasy from being covered in your cum.

Chae licks her lips, savoring what’s left of your cum, her gaze locked on you, more lustful than ever. “I want more, baby…” she whispers, her shy tone now replaced by something more primal. She leans forward, and without hesitation, closes her lips around the head of your cock again, sucking with a pressure that makes you see stars.

“Fuck, Chae! Fuck…” you moan loudly, your body arching involuntarily as she sucks slowly, each of her movements intentional, prolonging your pleasure as the last spasms of orgasm ripple through you. She plays with her tongue around the head, exploring, savoring, while her hands softly caress your balls.

“Your cock tastes so good,” Chaeyoung murmurs, and then her lips press back against your cock. “I like making you lose control like this,” she says with a small smile.

She gives another slow lick before releasing your cock with a wet pop, her eyes rising to meet yours, her cheeks and chin still gleaming with your cum. You can hardly believe the sight before you: Chaeyoung, your awkward workmate, covered in your cum, satisfied, with a new confidence shining through her former shyness.

“Wow, Chae… you're beautiful like this… Seriously, so beautiful,” you say breathlessly, the words escaping as an admiring whisper.

Chae lowers her eyes, a small, embarrassed smile playing on her lips, but there's pride in the way she wipes the corner of her mouth with her hand. “D-did I do it right?” she asks softly.

“Fuck, you have no idea.”

—

The hot water falls like a liquid curtain, each drop seems to soften the moment, making your touch even more intimate. You're gently soaping her shoulder with a tenderness that can only come from that strange mix of desire and affection now hanging between you. Chaeyoung is quiet, which, you note with some surprise, is a rarity. Maybe she's still processing what just happened. You decide to break the silence because, frankly, the idea of stillness while sharing the same space with her feels strange.

“So... was it everything you expected?”

She lifts her head, blinking as if she's just emerged from a dream. And in a way, you think that's exactly what's happening. A slow, wide smile spreads across her face. “It was better ,” she says, with a restrained enthusiasm that would melt anyone's heart. “I... I never thought it'd be like this. I mean, I always imagined it would be good, but not this good.” She giggles, a giggle that starts shy but bursts into full laughter. “You're really perfect!”

This word again.

You feel the blush rise to your face, and it's not just from the hot steam. Perfect is too strong of a word for you; Honestly, it's too strong of a word for anyone. "Me? Perfect? I don't know if I'd say that.”

She hugs you suddenly, her wet arms wrapping tightly around your chest, as if she's making sure you won't disappear like a soap bubble. “I'm serious,” she murmurs against your skin, her voice muffled but full of sincerity. “The way you made me feel... I never... never imagined it. Three times, do you know? How is that even possible?” She laughs again, this time with a slightly mischievous glitter in her eyes. “It was so intense. But now, you're being so gentle with me. You're not just amazing in bed, you're amazing outside of it too.”

The mention of “three times” makes you smile.

Okay, you're a little proud, not going to lie.

But what strikes you the most is the way she talks about you, like you're some kind of medieval knight who rescued not a damsel in distress, but a damsel who didn't even realize she was venturing into unknown territory.

“I just wanted you to feel good,” you say, not really sure where to put your hands, despite them being occupied with her. “And I also... felt really good, Chaeyoung. It was special.”

She looks at you with those big eyes, as if the whole world is contained within the four walls of the bathroom. “I feel so lucky to have found you,” she says, her tone pure reverence. “It's so perfect it feels like a dream. I guess that's why I feel this need to hug you, to make sure you're real."

“Someone like me? Chaeyoung, you're amazing... And adorable. I'm nothing like that, I'm just a man.” She makes a doubtful face, but you continue. “I mean it. You have this... this thing that no one else has. You're genuine, do you know? No filters. It's rare to find someone like that. I'm the lucky one to have you here with me.”

She blushes, the steam from the shower intensifying the pink glow on her cheeks. “Do you really think that?”

“Absolutely,” you reply, without hesitation. “You know, maybe it took me a while to realize it... but yeah.”

She smiles shyly, that smile that suggests a mix of insecurity and hope. “I... I know I'm a bit weird. But I'm so happy that you like me like this, that you are not ashamed of me. I w-want to be with you.. I want to be with you forever!”

And it's at that moment that you feel the weight of those words.

Forever.

You know how amazing emotional that sounds. The idea of "forever" should make you back away, fill you with panic. But... it doesn't. Strangely, you don't feel that natural and immediate urge to run when a girl you barely know says something like that.

You look at her and, in that instant, accomplish something. Maybe that stupid prank your friends pulled on you dragged you into something you would've never chosen on your own. But, and here's the irony of fate, now it doesn't seem like a bad thing. Maybe, behind all the laughter and the initial confusion, something genuinely good has emerged.

You smile at her, a smile that starts light but turns into something bigger, something real. “You know, Chaeyoung... I think this whole thing... this mess... maybe it's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time.”

She blinks, a little confused, but the smile never leaves her face. “What? What mess?”

You laugh, this time with genuine lightness. Of course, she has no idea what you're talking about. “It's hard to explain. But you... I think you're exactly what I needed.”

“We're like... you know what?" She leans in to give you a kiss. "Like ice cream and fries!"

You raise an eyebrow.

“Ice cream and fries?”

She nods enthusiastically. “Yes! Two things you wouldn't think go together, but when they do... it's perfect. Sweet and salty. Hot and cold. Like us.”

“Ice cream and fries, huh? I guess it makes sense... in a very Chaeyoung way of seeing things.”

“Exactly!” She pulls back a bit to look at you, her face lit up by a smile. “Maybe some people would say we're an unusual couple. But you know what's unusual? It's that these strange combinations end up being the best ones.”

Now you lean in, kissing her lightly on the lips. “You know what? That makes total sense.”

When you finally leave the bathroom and get dressed, the rain outside still taps against the window, rhythmic, like a reminder that the world keeps spinning. Chaeyoung puts on her pajamas - the ones she brought to "take care" of you - and, with a satisfied expression, throws herself onto the bed with a carefree joy.

You sit beside her, admiring her for a moment.

“Now,” she says, with that sudden excitement you're starting to recognize as her trademark, “we should watch Garfield! After all, you promised, remember?”

You chuckled, shaking your head.

Of course she'd remember.

“All right. Let's watch Garfield.”

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