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But Why Not Me?

Kim Chaeyeon x Male Reader

Warning: These stories involved half non-con condition, please proceed with caution

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It was Friday evening, and you were home early, you kick off your shoes, expecting the quiet of an empty house, Brother's school, Mom's out, Dad's probably still at work.

You step into the living room, suddenly a sound hits you like a train, a low moan, that's Chaeyeon's voice for sure, your best friend since you were kid.

It's coming from upstairs, from your dad's bedroom, and it's not just any moan, it's dripping with pleasure. Your stomach twist, but your feet move before your brain catches up, you have to come to that sound.

Each step up the stairs feels heavier, your pulse quickening as her voice clearer, another moan through, "Oh, fuck, yes, ahjussi!" voice sounds gasps.

You reach the door to your dad's room, cracked just enough to see, and the sight rips the air from your lungs.

Chaeyeon's sprawled on the bed, her shirt yanked up, full breasts bouncing free, nipples hard and pink, her skin slick with sweat.

Your dad's over her, shirtless, muscles tense, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her, hard and deep. Her legs are spread wide, thighs trembling, her pussy glistening as she takes him, every stroke making her moan louder.

"God, yes, harder," she pleased, her voice breaking, fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck me, please, don't stop, ahjussi!" she pants, her tits bouncing with each thrust.

Your dad grunts, "You like that, huh? Shit, so fucking tight," he growls, leaning down to suck one of her nipples, making her cry out.

"Oh, shit, yes, right there!" her hips buck to meet him, her moans breathless, "More, fuck, deeper,"

You're frozen, heart beating fast, your cock growing harder, throbs against your jeans. She's your best friend, considered as family, but seeing her like this, legs spread, pussy dripping, moaning like a slut for your dad.

You want to barge in, to scream, but you can't look away. Your dad thrusts harder, making Chaeyeon howling, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, please, keep going, ahjussi!"

You stumble back, legs shaky, her moans echoing in your head as you retreat downstairs. Collapsing onto the couch, your hands tremble, the image of her, breasts bouncing, pussy fucked raw, begging for more, seared into your mind.

"So good, so fucking good," her voice had whimpered, and your dad's reply, "Take it all, baby" Jealousy crawling burn, not just for your dad having her, but for how she loved it, how she gave herself to him completely.

You've shared everything with her, secrets, years, trust, but this betrayal cuts deeper than you ever thought possible.

Monday rolls around, and you're home early again, the house quiet with humming of the AC.

You're halfway to your room when another sound stops you cold, a familiar moan, Chaeyeon's voice, but this time it's coming from your little brother's room.

Your heart drops, "No fucking way," you mutter, your feet move to the source of her sounds.

Her voice coming through again, "Oh, shit, yes, like that," high.

The door's little open, and you nudge it open just enough to see. There she is, Chaeyeon, naked, kneeling all four on your brother's bed, her ass in the air, her tits swaying with each thrust.

Your brother, barely 18, is behind her, hands gripping her hips, fucking her with a rhythm. Her pussy glistens, stretched around him, wet sounds mixing with her moans.

"Fuck, you're so good," she gasps, pushing back against him. "Don't stop, I'm close." Her head tilts back, hair spilling down her back.

Your brother groans, "God, you're so tight, Chaeyeon-noona," his hands sliding up to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples.

She cries out, "Yes, fuck, right there!" her moans louder, more unhinged, as he pounds into her harder.

This sight is a knife to your gut, her body, the ones you've eyed for years, now bare and squirming for your brother. Your cock hardening painfully in your jeans, and you hate how your body reacts, how you can't tear your eyes away from her flushed face, her parted lips, her pussy taking every thrust.

He slaps her ass, and she cries, "Harder, fuck me harder."

You see the moment she comes, her body shaking, a loud "Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" as she collapses forward, still grinding against him.

Your brother grunts, "Shit, me too, noona!" pulling out just in time to spill across her back, his breath ragged.

You stumble back, retreating before they notice. Downstairs, you collapse onto the couch, hands shaking.

First your dad, now your brother, Chaeyeon's fucking your whole family, and the thought makes you sick, but worse, it makes you jealous, the girl you've always wanted isn't yours, and maybe she never was.

It's Wednesday evening, and you're home.

Chaeyeon send a text, casual as usual: "You free? Wanna hang out?"

Your hands shake, staring at the message. Why not you? Why your dad, your brother, but never you?

You text back: "Come over. Now," no emojis, no jokes.

She arrives ten minutes later, knocking lightly before stepping inside, like always.

She's in a loose black tank top and shorts, hair messy tied side ponytail, "Hey, you okay? Your text sounded cold," she says, tossing her phone onto the couch, settling in like it's her second home.

You don't answer, your eyes locked on her, the way her top hugs her chest, nipples faintly visible, her bare thighs smooth and inviting. Your cock throbs, and you don't hide it, your rage drowning out reason.

"Chaeyeon," you say, voice low, "Why not me?"

Her brow furrows, confusion flickering. "What'd you mean-"

You cut her off, stepping closer, "I saw you. With my dad. Then my brother. You're fucking everyone but me. Why?"'

"Oh, uh... I didn’t mean for you to..." she stammers, "I was waiting. For you, really... I wanted it to be special..."

"Special?" you snap, your voice rising. "You're fucking my family, and I'm supposed to wait?" You grab her wrist, hard, yanking her up from the couch.

She gasps, stumbling, "Wait, stop, what're you doing...?" she says, voice trembling, trying to pull back, but you're stronger, your grip hardens.

"Shut up," you drag her upstairs, her protests ignored as she stumbles behind you, "You gave it to them, now it's my turn."

She's shaking her head, "No, please, not like this," but you don't listen.

You shove open your bedroom door, pushing her inside, slamming the door shut. You pin her against the wall, your body crushing hers, her breasts pressed against your chest.

She's trembling, "Please, we can talk, I didn't mean...-" but you cut her off, kissing her hard, forcing your tongue into her mouth.

She struggles, pushing against you, but you're not stopping, your hands tearing at her tank top, ripping it up.

Her tits spill out, full and perfect, nipples hard despite her fear. You grab them, squeezing roughly, and she whines, "Stop, this isn't right..."

"You didn't stop for them," you cut, yanking her shorts down, leaving her bare, her pussy exposed, already glistening even though she protests.

Your cock aches, and you shove your jeans down, freeing yourself, "My turn now."

She shakes her head, tears in her eyes, "Please, I wanted you, but not like this."

You don't care anymore, you push her onto the bed, pinning her down as she squirms, "No, please, don't!" her voice cracks,

You spread her thighs, your cock brushing her entrance. "You fucked them, it's my time to get to fuck you now," you say, thrusting into her hard, her pussy tight and warm.

She cries out, her body responds, "Ahh it's hurts!"

“Fuck, you're so tight," you grunt, slamming into her, each thrust fueled by anger you hold until now.

She's sobbing, "Stop, I'm sorry," but her hips move slightly, her pussy clenching around you, and you take it as permission, fucking her harder.

"You love it, don't you?" you growl, grabbing her tits, pinching her nipples as she gasps, "No, please..." she moans, her body shaking as you pound into her, the bed creaking rhythmly

"You gave it to them," you say, flipping her onto her stomach, pulling her ass up and thrusting back in, deeper.

She screams, "Please, I didn't mean to hurt you!" but you pull her hair, making her arch, your cock buried in her. "Don't care," you snarl.

She's trembling, her pussy tightening, a choked moan escaping. "Fuck, I'm coming," she gasps, her voice breaking, and you feel her shakes, pushing you over the edge. You pull out, spilling across her ass, your breath heavily.

Your cock, still half-hard, twitches at the thought of her body, her tight pussy, the way she came even though she is protest. You're not done.

"Chaeyeon," you say, your voice rough.

She flinches, her head snapping up, eyes wide tearing, "No, please," she whispers, scrambling to pull the sheet over herself. "Not again, I can't..."

You rip the sheet away, exposing her curves, her full tits, her thighs still slick from before. "You could for them," you growl, grabbing her ankles and yanking her toward you.

She gasps, trying to twist away, you pin her thighs open, her pussy bare and swollen. "You screamed for my dad, for my brother. Now you're gonna scream for me."

"No, please, I'm sorry," she sobs, her hands pushing against your chest, but you're not listening.

Your cock's throbbing hard now, you line yourself up, her wetness betraying her again as you slam into her, harder than before.

She cries out, "Fuck!" escaping her lips, her body arching. Her pussy's tighter this time, clenching around you.

You groan, "God, you're so fucking perfect," thrusting deep, each stroke shaking the bed.

She cries, "Stop, it hurts," but her hips jerk slightly, her body responding even as tears stream down her face.

You lean down, grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples until she gasps, "Oh, fuck!"

You thrust her harder, "You love this, don't you?" you snarl, your hand sliding to her throat, pressing just enough to make her gasp. "You came for them, you'll do the same for me."

"No, please, oh, shit!" she cries, her head uncontrolled, but her hips start to move, bucking up to meet you despite herself.

You lean down, sucking her nipple hard, biting just enough to make her yelp, "Fuck!" her voice is breaking, her body trembling as you pound into her, your hand finding her clit, rubbing fast and rough.

"You love it," you growl, feeling her tighten around you, her moans louder now. "No, I... oh, fuck, I..." he shakes her head, tears streaming, but her body betrays her, her pussy clenching as you slam in deeper.

"Oh, God, yes!" she gasps, her voice dissolving into a moan as you pull her legs over your shoulders, angling deeper, hitting spots that make her squirm more.

You don't hold back, fucking her with everything you have, your anger and lust pouring into each thrust. Her tits bounce with every slam, her face flushed, her eyes giving approval as her protests slowly gone.

"Harder,” she whispers, almost to herself.

You do, gripping her hips so hard you'll leave bruises, pounding her until the room fills with the wet slap of skin and her broken moans.

"Fuck, I'm... oh, fuck, I'm... I'm coming!" she screams, her body convulsing, her pussy squeezing you so tight it pulls a groan from your chest.

She's lost in it now, her sobs turning to gasps, her hands clawing at your back, pulling you closer.

"Say it," you demand, slowing just enough to make her whine, "Tell me you love it."

Her eyes meet yours, "I... fuck, I love it," she moans, her voice shaking. She's melting, her body giving in completely, her hips grinding against you, chasing more.

"Please, don't stop," she begs, and you smirk, flipping her onto her stomach, yanking her ass up and slamming back in.

"Fuck!” you growl, pulling her hair, making her arch as you fuck her even harder, her moans now pure pleasure, no trace of protest.

"Yes, fuck!" she cries, her pussy clenching again as another orgasm rips through her, her body shaking, her screams filling the room.

You're close, the sight of her, completely undone, moaning like she did for them but louder, pushing you over the edge.

"Fuck, Chaeyeon!" you pull out, flipping her onto her back, straddling her chest. "Open," you order,

Her mouth parting willingly as you stroke yourself, "Fuck!!" cumming hard across her face, thick ropes of cum painting her lips, cheeks, and chin.

She's panting, trembling beneath, her face a mess, her eyes half closed in a daze, "Fuck..." she whispers, her voice soft.

You collapse beside her, your chest heaving, the reality of what you've done crashing in.

She's silent for a moment, then curls into you, her body warm and shaking. "I didn't want it like this," she murmurs, but there's no fight in her voice, "But, if this make you satisfied... then I'm pleased..."

"Chaeyeon," you mutter, your cock already hardening again.

She flinches, her eyes fluttering open, fear flickering as her eyes teary, "No... no more," she shifting, pull away, "I can't... it's too much."

You're not listening, your hands already moving, gripping her hips, pulling her back to you.

"You can," you growl, flipping her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head.

She gasps, "Please, I'm sore," but her thighs part slightly, her pussy still wet, glistening from before, and you know she's not done, not really.

You lean down, sucking her nipple hard, biting just enough to make her cry out, "Fuck!"

Her body arches, betraying her, and you thrust deep into her again, her pussy tight and warm, clenching around you like it was made for you.

She screams, "Oh, God, too deep!" but her hips jerk up, meeting your thrusts.

You fuck her harder than the last, the bed slamming against the wall, her tits bouncing wildly.

"You like this, don't you?," you snarl, your hand sliding to her throat, pressing lightly.

"Fuck, yes," she gasp, her eyes roll back, her resistance gone, her body giving in completely, "More," she moans.

You pounding into her, your fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast.

"I'm coming, fuck, I'm coming!" her pussy clamps down, her body shaking, and you keep going, not letting her recover, chasing your own high.

You pull out, flipping her onto her stomach, yanking her ass up and slamming back in.

"Fuck, Chaeyeon!" you growl, pulling her hair, making her she screams, "Yes!! Ahh!!"

Her pussy's so tight, so wet, and you fuck her like you're trying to break her, her moans turning into gasps pleasured, "More, please, don't stop.

"You spank her ass, hard, leaving red marks, and she yelps, "Fuck, again!" You do, over and over, until she's trembling, coming again.

Hours spent. You take her in every way, on her back, her knees, her side, her riding you.

You bend her over the desk, fucking her from behind, her hands clawing at the wood, "Fuck, you're so deep!"

You push her against the wall, her legs wrapped around you, her pussy dripping as she begs, "Cum in me, please."

You pulling out to spill across her tits, her stomach, her face, marking her over and over.

By dawn, she's wrecked, cum streaked, sweat soaked, her body limp, her eyes half closed in a pleasured.

You've fucked her all night, harder than you thought possible, and she's melted completely.

You don't know what’s left of your friendship, or if you've destroyed her forever, but as she lies there, her body for you, you know one thing. Tonight, she was yours, and you'll never forget it.

[seraphicby]

Love the mommy eunbi fic do you do request

yes i do

[seraphicby]

Are u going to do a Viviz smut?

name the member

[seraphicby]

can't wait to read newer tripleS fics from you, hehe

Btw, what other groups could you write besides tripleS, fromis, and possibly IZ*ONE (or purely Eunbi)?

yeah, i'll do any girlgroup, besides tripleS, for request

[seraphicby]

Can you do Kim Minju with heavy mommy and impregnation kinks please?

Yours, Mommy

Kim Minju x Male Reader

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Minju stands in front of you, her dark hair falling over her shoulders.

She's wearing a thin silk robe, tied loosely at the waist, clinging to her curves, teasing shape of her body.

Her eyes, deep lock onto yours, a smile forming across her lips.

You're sitting on the edge of the bed, heart bumping fast in your chest.

"You've been thinking about me all day, haven't you?" she says smooth.

She steps closer, her fingers brushing your cheek, sending a shiver down your body, "I can see it in your eyes. You're aching for me."

You swallow hard, nodding, unable to find words. She's in control, and you're happy to let her lead.

"I can't stop thinking about you," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her smile widens, and she leans in, her lips grazing your ear, her breath hot against your skin, "Good boy," she murmurs, the words sending a heat straight to your brain.

"But you need to call me something special tonight. Call me Mommy."

Your cheeks burn, the word feels right, like it's been waiting this to spill out. "Mommy," you say with nerves. "I want you so bad."

She chuckles softly, her hand sliding down your neck, fingers trailing over your collarbone, "Oh, baby, I know you do," she says, her tone teasing.

"And you know what Mommy wants, don't you? Mommy want you to give me something special, something that'll make us closer than ever."

Your hands shake as they rest on her hips, the silk of her robe smooth under your fingers. "I want to give you everything, Mommy," you say, "I want to... make you pregnant. I want us to have a baby."

Her eyes darken, she unties her robe, letting it slip to the floor. She's naked now, her firm perky breasts, her hips inviting.

"Mommy, you're perfect," you breathe, unable to stop yourself, and she laughs, a low, sultry sound.

"You're so sweet, baby," she says, climbing onto the bed, straddling your lap. Her thighs press against your hips, her pussy already wet as she grinds against the bulge in your pants. "You wanna fuck me, don't you? Wanna fill my pussy up and make me a real mommy."

"Yes, Mommy," you groan, your cock throbbing painfully against your jeans. The way she talks, the way she moves, driving you crazy. "I wanna fuck you so bad. I wanna give you a baby."

She leans in, kissing you hard, her tongue sliding into your mouth. Her hands tug at your shirt, pulling it over your head, and her nails rake down your chest, leaving faint red lines.

"Such a horny boy," she purrs, her fingers working at your belt, yanking your pants down. "Look at this cock. So hard for Mommy."

You moan as her hand wraps around your dick, stroking slow and firm, her thumb brushing over the tip, smearing the precum. "Fuck, Mommy," you gasp, hips bucking into her touch.

She smirks, guiding your hands to her body, letting you feel her tits, the curve of her ass. "Touch me, baby," she says, "Show Mommy how much you want this pusy."

Your hands roam her body, squeezing her breasts, thumbs circling her hard nipples. She sighs into your touch, her pussy grinding harder against your thigh.

"That's it, baby," she says, breathy now. "You're making Mommy so wet. You're gonna fuck me so good, aren't you?"

"Yes," you say, your hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. "I wanna fuck you, Mommy. I wanna cum inside you."

She slides off your lap, just enough to push you back onto the bed, your cock standing hard and ready.

She straddles you again, her pussy hovering over you, "Look at this," she says, spreading her folds with her fingers. "This pussy's all for you, baby. Ready for your cock. Ready for your cum."

You groan, hands grabbing her hips as she lowers herself, your cock sliding into her tight. "Fuck," you moan, the sensation overwhelming, her pussy gripping you like a glove. "Mommy, you're so tight."

She moans too, her head tilting back as she starts to ride you, slow at first, "That's it, baby," she says, pleasured. "Fuck Mommy's pussy. Fill me up. Give me that baby."

You thrust up into her, matching her rhythm, the wet slap of your bodies filling the room. Her tits bounce with every move, and you can't resist grabbing them, squeezing as she rides you harder.

"You feel so fucking good," you pant, "I wanna cum in you so bad, Mommy."

"Yes," she hisses, her nails digging into your chest, "Fuck me harder, baby. Pound my pussy. I want every drop of your cum."

You grab her hips, slamming up into her, each thrust deeper, harder. She's moaning loud now, her pussy throbbing around your cock, wet dripping down your thighs.

"That's my boy," she gasps, "My good boy, fucking Mommy so good. You're gonna make me cum."

You can feel it, the way her body shakes, her pussy squeezing you tighter. You're close too, the thought of her carrying your child, her belly round with your seed, pushing you to the edge.

"Mommy, I'm gonna cum," you groan, your thrusts sloppy, desperate. "I'm gonna fill you up."

She leans down, kissing you messy, "Cum in my pussy, baby. Knock me up. Make me a mommy."

You lose it, "Fuck!" your cock pulsing as you cum hard, spilling deep inside her, each spurt making you tremble.

She moans, loud and needy, her pussy milking you as she cums too, her body trembling, her nails biting into your shoulders. "Fuck, yes," she gasps, riding you through it, taking every drop. "Give it all to me, baby."

You're panting, she stays on you, keeping your cock inside her, her body pressed close.

She kisses your forehead, your cheeks, her lips soft and warm. "Good boy," she whispers, her voice full of love. "You did so good for Mommy. You filled me up just right."

Minju's hand rests on her stomach, her fingers tracing slow circles, like she's already feeling the life you've given her. "You, me, and our baby. You made Mommy so happy tonight."

"I love you, Mommy," you say, the words feeling natural.

"I love you too, baby," she replies, her voice warm, her fingers binding with yours. "Now rest. You've got a lot more to give me, don't you?"

[seraphicby]

so, will there be any updates for your 3-part "story"?

[seraphicby]

who are your top 10 favourite TripleS members?

10. Hyerin 9. Kaede 8. Chaewon 7. Yooyeon 6. Xinyu 5. Shion 4. Seoyeon 3. Dahyun 2. Yubin 1. Chaeyeon

[seraphicby]

welcome to the community! love to see new writers in this space.

can i ask who are your favorite smut writers and/or stories

hi thanksss!!

oh there's a lot of my favorite smut writers, chrissmut, smutoperator, monkebearnes, jupiterpilgrim, usedpidemo, thewritingrowlet, and many more had become my inspiration

[seraphicby]

Congratulations for your debut!! Can i ask why you choose that story as your first and who is your ult groups we can expect you ti write in future?

first, i actually just wanted to make a one shot story with seoyeon, but i thought why not include other idols too, so i extend the story with saerom and eunbi

tripleS are my ult groups

for future? i don't know yet, but i've actually had a drafts that will be ready for i post

and, yes i do request, but it might take a long time to do it because im busy in real life T.T

[seraphicby]

Office Desire (Seoyeon)

Synopsis: You are a 21 year old working as Junior Writer at some Digital Agency. Three women, Ms. Saerom from marketing, Ms. Eunbi from sales, and Seoyeon as new Junior Strategist, keep pulling you out of your bubble. They bring teasing, tension, and feelings you're not sure you're ready to deal with.

Lee Saerom / Kwon Eunbi / Yoon Seoyeon

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A weekend with Seoyeon, ignites a shy spark that changes everything.

It's a Wednesday, the office sounds with its usual routine, keyboards clacking, coffee machine humming.

During lunch, you find Seoyeon in the pantry, steeping her chamomile tea, her movements slower than usual.

"Hey," you say, grabbing a water bottle, keeping your tone light despite the way your heart speeds up. She jumps slightly, then smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes.

"Hi," she replies, her voice soft, almost fragile.

"Busy day?" You ask, trying to keep it normal, but her fingers tremble as she stirs her tea.

"Yeah, the usual," she said calm, but her fingers tremble as she stirs her tea.

You lean against the counter, "You okay? You seem... tired." You hesitate, not wanting to obvious, but her quiet feels heavier than her usual.

She glances down, her smile fading. "Just... didn't sleep well," she mumbles, clutching her cup, "Lots on my mind."

Her phone buzzes on the counter, and she flinches, quickly silencing it. You catch the name on the screen. Yunho. before she flips it over, her face tightening.

"Everything alright?" you ask, your voice gentle, sensing something's wrong.

She nods too quickly, forcing a smile. "Yeah... my boyfriend."

It lands like a small shock, though you'd heard rumors she is had a close friend outside work.

"It's fine," she adds, but her voice wavers, and she changes the subject. "Um, I'm working on that strategy deck. Could you... maybe take a look later? If you're free?"

Your heart lifts at the chance to spend time with her. "Sure," you say, maybe too eagerly. "After work? I can stay late."

Her smile returns, small but genuine. "Thanks. That'd help me a lot." She grabs her tea and heads out, her phone buzzing again, unanswered.

That evening, the office empties, leaving a quiet sound.

You're wrapping up emails when Seoyeon waves you over to her desk, her space a cozy clutter of notes and sketches.

"Okay, here's what I've got," she says, nervous, pulling up her pitch strategy deck on her tablet.

You sit close, her shoulder brushing yours, her chamomile scent calming despite the tension in her posture.

You go through her slides, offering feedback, and she listens intently, scribbling notes, her shy laughs easing the mood when you tease her about her overly detailed graphs.

But as you work, her phone keeps buzzing, Yunho's name flashing each time.

She ignores it at first, but by the third call, she sighs, her shoulders slumping.

"Sorry," she mutters, silencing it again. "He's... been like this all day."

"You don't have to answer," you say carefully, sensing her discomfort, "If you don't want to," you add.

She bites her lip, her eyes glistening for a moment before she blinks it away. "It's... complicated," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yunho's not... he gets upset if I don't pick up. Says I'm ignoring him." She pauses, fidgeting with her pen.

"We've been fighting a lot lately. He doesn't like me staying late, or... I don't know, being me, sometimes."

Your chest tightens, anger flaring at the thought of her possessive boyfriend, "That doesn't sound fair," you say, keeping your tone soft. "You deserve to do what makes you happy."

She looks at you, your words hit something deep, "Thanks," she whispers, "I just... I don't know what to do sometimes."

Her phone buzzes again, shattering the moment. She flinches, standing quickly, her face flushed, "I-I should go," she stammers, grabbing her bag.

"But... can we do this again? The work stuff, I mean," her smile is shaky but hopeful, and you nod, giving her space.

"Anytime," you say, standing too.

She waves awkwardly, heading out, her quiet vulnerability drawing you in.

You take your time packing up, zipping your laptop bag and checking your desk before head home.

You leave the office, the cool night air hitting you as you step outside. The street is quiet, lit by streetlamps, with only a few coworkers lingering near the parking lot.

You're about to head home when you spot Seoyeon a short distance away, standing under a lamp. She's not alone, a man, tall and broad-shouldered, is with her, his posture firm.

You can't hear their words, but the argument is clear in their body language, his hands gesturing sharply, her arms crossed, her head turned slightly away. It's intense but quiet, like they're trying not to make a scene.

Your gut twists, this must be Yunho, her boyfriend, the one who's been dial up her phone.

You hesitate, your instinct urging you to approach, to check if she's okay. Seoyeon's face, even from this distance, looks drained, her shoulders slumped, the weight of a long workday and now this argument etched into her expression.

You take a step forward, your heart picking up, but before you can get closer, Yunho notices you. His eyes narrow, and he grabs Seoyeon's wrist, pulling her back a step, putting distance between you and them.

The move is quick, possessive, and Seoyeon stumbles slightly, her face flashing with frustration, maybe even embarrassment.

"Hey," you call out softly, trying to keep your voice calm, non-threatening, but loud enough to reach them.

"Seoyeon, you okay?" your concern slips out, natural but risky, and you stop a few paces away, not wanting to escalate things.

Seoyeon turns, her eyes meeting yours. For a moment, she looks like she wants to say something, her lips parting.

Yunho cuts in, his voice low but sharp, "We're fine," he says, his grip on her wrist tightening briefly before he lets go, "This is not your concern."

Seoyeon is quiet, her gaze dropping to the ground, her hands clenching into fists. She looks exhausted, not just physically, but emotionally, like she's tired of work, of her boyfriend, of everything.

"I'm... I'm okay," she says finally, her voice small, "Just... go home, okay?" Her words are meant for you, but they feel forced, like she's trying to defuse the situation.

You nod slowly, "Alright," you say, keeping your voice steady, "Text me if you need anything, yeah?"

You turn to walk away, feeling Yunho is stare on your back. As you head down the street. You're not sure what’s going on, but the way she looked, trapped, you want to protect her, even if you don't know how.

Meanwhile, Seoyeon stands under the flickering streetlamp, her arms crossed tightly

"Who was that guy?" Yunho asked demands, his tone low but laced with accusation, his eyes narrowing as he steps closer.

"Some coworker you're suddenly so close with? You're out here late, ignoring my calls, and now he's acting like he's your fucking savior? do you slept with him?!"

Seoyeon flinches, her exhaustion making it harder to keep her composure, "Yunho, stop," she says, her voice soft but firm.

"He's just a friend from work. We were reviewing a project, that's all," She rubs her wrist where his grip had been.

Yunho scoffs, running a hand through his hair, his frustration visible, "A friend, huh? You think I'm stupid? I see how you act around guys like that. Smiling, playing all shy. You're always pulling this shit when I'm not around." His words sting, each one blabbing away at her, and she feels the familiar weight of his control tightening around her.

"I'm not doing anything," she snaps, her voice rising slightly before she catches herself, glancing around to make sure no one's nearby. "I'm working late because I have to, Yunho. You know how much this job means to me. Why can't you trust me?"

He steps closer, looming over her, his voice dropping to a cold whisper, "Because you're always giving me reasons not to. You're too close to these guys, Seoyeon. I'm not an idiot. You're mine, and I don't like sharing."

His hand reaches for her arm again, but she pulls back, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and hurt.

"I'm not your property," she says, her voice trembling, the words spilling out before she can stop them.

"I'm trying to make this easy, but why always you make it so hard, Yunho" Her eyes glisten, but she blinks back tears, refusing to let them fall.

She's too tired for this, too worn down to keep fighting the same fight.

Yunho's face hardens, but there's a flicker of unease in his eyes, "Fine," he says, stepping back, his voice clipped. "Go home. We'll talk later. But don't think I'm letting this go." He turns, heading to his car parked nearby, leaving her standing alone under the lamp.

Seoyeon watches him go, her breath shaky, her hands clenched into fists, she wipes her eyes, and starts walking to the bus stop, her steps slow, her heart heavy.

That night, you're at Saerom's place, ringing her bell.

"Hi cutie..." she pulls you inside, her lips on yours before the door fully closes, her hands tugging at your shirt, her body pressing close, her skirt riding up to reveal smooth thighs.

Your hands roaming her curves, your cock hardening as she leads you to her bedroom.

She's on her knees first, sucking you off with that expert precision, her tongue swirling around your tip, her moans vibrating against your cock as she takes you deep.

"Fuck, Ms. Saerom," you hiss, her eyes glinting up at you, and you grip her hair, thrusting gently into her mouth.

You called to her place not for slow, she pushes you onto the bed, straddling you, her panties discarded, her pussy already wet as she sinks down onto your cock.

"Fill me, cutie," she moans, her voice raw, her hips rocking hard, her tight walls gripping you like she’s starving for it.

You fuck her fast, your hands on her hips, her ass bouncing as she rides you, her moans loud and unrestrained.

She's nonstop, her pussy clenching tight, begging for more, and you give it, flipping her over to pound her from behind, yanking her hair.

She gasps, "Harder... fuck, yes!" Her body shakes, her juices soaking you as she comes, her walls milking your cock.

You pull out just in time, your cum shooting across her back, hot and thick, as she moans, "Good my cutieboy," collapsing onto the sheets, panting.

You both lie there, catching your breath. Saerom rolls onto her side, her body coating sweat.

"You're too good at this, cutie," she says, her voice softer now, her hand tracing idle patterns on your chest.

The aftermath usually leaves you both in silence, but tonight, your mind is elsewhere, and Saerom notices. "What's up? You're not usually this... quiet."

You hesitate, but "It's... Seoyeon," you say, your voice low. Saerom's eyebrow arches, her curiosity peeking, but she stays quiet, letting you talk.

"It's not like I want to fuck her, but... I do care about her," you admit, the words honest from you. "She's got this boyfriend, Yunho, and he's… bad news... I mean. Possessive, jealous. Saw them arguing outside the office lately, and she looked so... tired. Like she's broken."

Saerom's expression changes, her usual playful edge replaced by something more thoughtful. She props herself up on her elbow, looking at you closely. "Sounds like trouble," she says.

"Seoyeon's sweet, quiet... doesn't seem like the type to handle a guy like that well," she pauses, her eyes searching yours. "You’re not just crushing on her, are you? You're, like, worried worried."

You nod, rubbing your neck, "Yeah. I don’t know what to do. She's not opening up, but I can tell she's struggling. I just... want to help her, you know?"

Saerom sighs, lying back, staring at the ceiling, "That's messy, cutie. A girl with a bad boyfriend's not your job to fix, but..." She glances at you, her smirk returning, but softer.

"You've got a good heart. Just don't get yourself in too deep, okay? She might lean on you, and then what? You're already playing with me and whatever you had with Eunbi." Her tone's teasing, but there's a warning there.

"It's not like that with Seoyeon. It's... different. She's different," you say, your voice quiet.

Saerom chuckles, her hand resting on your thigh, her touch light, "Sure, cutie. Just watch out. Girls like her, sweet, broken, they pull you in without trying." She leans over, kissing you softly.

"Now, get some rest. You're mine again next time I need you." She winks, but her words about Seoyeon stick in your mind.

You dress up and head home, you're wondering how you can reach her without forcing anything with Seoyeon.

Thursday morning, you step into the office, the sound of keyboards and coffee machine hissing in the background as usual.

Seoyeon arrives, late for her usual punctuality, your chest tightens. Her eyes are puffy, her smile strained as she sets up, avoiding your gaze. She looks drained, like the fight with Yunho took more than she can hide.

At a break, you find her in the pantry, steeping her chamomile tea, her movements firm.

"Hey," you say softly, grabbing a water bottle, watching her closely. "You okay? Last night looked... tough."

She freezes, then forces a smile, her voice barely a whisper. "Yeah, just... a misunderstanding. Yunho gets like that sometimes." Her eyes stay on her tea, her fingers gripping the cup too tightly. "Sorry if it was weird. I didn't mean to drag you into it."

"You didn't," you say gentle. "I was just worried. You don't have to deal with that alone, you know. If you need to talk..." You try off, hoping she feels your openness, not wanting to push too hard.

She glances up, her eyes softening, a flicker of gratitude breaking through her guard, "Thanks," she whispers, "I'll... be okay."

Her phone buzzes on the counter, Yunho's name flashing, and she flinches, silencing it quickly. The moment fades, and she grabs her tea, heading back to her desk, leaving you with the feeling she's far from okay.

The week crawls to an end, Seoyeon's still quiet this week, her puffy eyes, her forced smiles, and the way she flinches at Yunho's name on her phone screen during all day, all time, not giving her to break.

The weekend coming, you're at the local market, a large open-air setup with stalls of fresh groceries and the chatter of shoppers filling the air. It's your routine stocking up on groceries for another week, and you need a break after long weekday.

"Hey... is that you?"

Seoyeon's voice you can hear behind.

You turn, she is there, standing a few steps away, a basket of vegetables in her hand. She's in a simple sweater and jeans, her usual bun hair, her face bare of makeup, making her look softer than her office looks.

"Oh hi," you say, a smile breaking through your surprise.

"Didn't expect to see you here." Your heart nerves seeing her outside work, alone.

She smiles small, stepping closer, "Same. Just... needed to get out, groceries, me time, that kind of thing." Her voice is forced to sound okay.

She glances at your bag, then back at you, "What about you? Big cooking plans?"

You laugh, holding up an avocado. "If 'big plans' means not burning toast, then yeah, maybe."

She giggles, the sound light, easing the tension in her face for a moment, and it warms you, like you’ve done something right.

She shifts her basket, "I was thinking of hitting the mall after this, maybe catch a movie. Just... something to do."

Her eyes flick to yours, like she's hoping something, "You... doing anything else today?"

Your chest tightens, catching the hint in her words. She's alone, reaching out, and the thought of spending time with her, feels like a chance you can't let slip.

"Not really," you say, "Just this, then probably back home to stare at my fridge. A movie sounds way better, though. Want company?"

Her eyes widen slightly, then soften at her face, "Really? I mean... yeah, that'd be nice." She tucks strand of her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit you've noticed.

"I don't want to drag you into my boring day, but..." she murmurs.

"You're not dragging me," you say quickly.

"I'd rather hang out than argue with my avocados."

"Okay, then," she says, her voice warmer.

"Let's finish up here, then head to the mall?" you asked.

She nods, and the two of you fall into step, wandering through the market, picking out produce, chatting about nothing, work, food, her love for spicy ramen.

You and her walk side by side, your reusable bag heavy with groceries, her basket brimming with vegetables and a pack of spicy ramen she insisted on grabbing after your teasing.

As you near your place, you glance at your bag, "Hey, uh, mind if I put this stuff to my place first? it's near there, just quick stop," you ask, rubbing the back of your neck.

Seoyeon nods, her eyes soft. "Sure, no problem," she says, her voice gentle, "I'm coming too, wondering what's your place like,"

You reach your building, a modest midrise, and lead her up the stairs to your unit.

As you unlock your apartment, "Sorry if it's a mess," you say, half-laughing, pushing the door open, "I wasn't exactly expecting company."

Seoyeon steps inside, her basket in hand, and glances around with a small smile. Your place isn't that bad, a few books scattered open on the coffee table, a jacket slung over the couch, some dishes in the sink

"It's nice," she says, put her basket groceries on the counter, "Feels... cozy. Don't worry about it."

"Cozy's one way to put it," you say, grinning, as you head to the kitchen to unpack your groceries.

She follows, helping you sort the groceries. You catch her humming softly, a habit you've noticed in the pantry at work, and it makes the moment feel... close.

"Okay, fridge stocked, we're good," you say, closing the fridge.

"I'm just gonna change quick," you gesture to your casual t-shirt and sweatpants.

She laughs, "Sure, you don't wanna look like jogging to the mall, aren't you?" she says, settling onto a stool by the counter, "I'll wait."

You enter your bedroom. You want to match her, not too formal, but enough to show you're making an effort. You settle on a clean button-up shirt, rolled sleeves, and darker jeans, checking yourself in the mirror, this is your best shot. You quick run a hand through your hair, hoping it's enough, and head back out.

Seoyeon's flipping through one of your books when you return. She looks up, her eyes widening slightly, then softening with a smile. "Look at you, clean up nice"” she says, her voice shy but teasing, her cheeks faintly pink.

Your face warms, her compliment hitting harder than you expected, "Thanks."

You say, grabbing your keys, "Ready for the mall now?"

"Let's go. Mind if I leave my stuff here? I'll pick it up after mall," she nods at her basket, still on the counter.

"It's fine," you said.

You lock up and head out, the walk to the mall filled with easy chatter, her picking a movie, you joking about sneaking snacks in. The day feels lighter, Seoyeon's presence a quiet balm against the week's tensions.

You reach the mall, a sprawling complex of glass and lights, a loud sound with families, couples, and groups of friends.

Seoyeon's eyes brighten as you step inside, the AC coolness a relief from the warm afternoon. "I haven't done this in forever," she admits, her voice soft but tinged with excitement, clutching her small crossbody bag.

"Just... shopping for myself, you know? Yunho usually--" she cuts herself off, her smile frozen for a moment, then recovers. "Anyway, I need a few things. Mind tagging along?"

"Sure is" you say, grinning. "Lead the way. I'm your official shopping assistant today." Her laugh, you fall into step beside her, ready to follow her lead.

Seoyeon's first stop is a boutique clothing store, its filled lined with flowy dresses, tailored blazers, and soft knits. She hesitates at the entrance, like she's unsure if she deserves to indulge, but you nudge her gently. "Go on, pick something you like," you say, leaning against a display. "I'll give you my opinion." She rolls her eyes playfully, her shyness fading, and starts browsing.

She pulls out a pale blue sundress, holding it up against herself, her brow furrowed in thought. "What do you think?" she asks, glancing at you. "I don't usually wear dress like this, but... I don't know, it's pretty."

"It's really nice," you say, picturing her in it. "Try it on. You'll look great." Her cheeks pinken, but she nods, heading to the fitting room. When she steps out, the dress flows around her, accentuating her gentle curves, her bun hair revealing her glistening shoulders under store light.

"Wow," you say, meaning it, your voice soft. "It's suit you... really." Her smile blooms, shy but delighted, and she smooths the skirt, glancing at herself in the mirror.

"Really? It's not too... much?" she asks, her voice small.

"It's perfect," you reply, stepping closer. "You should get it. Wear it for sometimes fun." Her eyes meet yours in the mirror, she smiles and nods, deciding to keep it.

She tries on a few more items, a cozy cardigan, a sleek blazer, and you cheer her on.

Next, Seoyeon leads you to a department store, her focus shifting to accessories. "I need a new purse," she says, scanning the rows of bags. "Mine's falling apart, and Yunho always says I don't need a fancy one, but..." She trails off, her jaw tightening slightly, then shakes her head. "I want something nice for me."

You nod, sensing her need to make something happy for herself. "Go for it."

She wanders through the displays, her fingers brushing leather and canvas. She lingers on a small, structured tote in deep green, elegant but practical, and holds it up. "This one?"

"Nice choice," you say, grinning. "Looks like it could hold your tablet, your tea, and your office's snacks." She giggles, slinging it over her shoulder to test it, and you can see her picturing it in her daily life.

She also eyes a pair of heels nearby, low, black, with a subtle shimmer. "I never wear heels," she admits, picking them up. "Yunho says they're not necessary, but... they're so pretty."

"Try some," you encourage, sitting on a nearby bench. "Just try it, if you like, then you can grab it."

She hesitates, then slips them on, wobbling slightly as she takes a few steps. You clap dramatically, making her laugh, her cheeks flushed. "Damn, look at you, girl."

"They're comfy," she says, surprised, checking her reflection. "I'll get them. For... sometimes fun."

Seoyeon's final stop is a cosmetics counter, her curiosity peek by the rows of lipsticks and eyeshadows. "I don't wear much makeup," she says, "but I've always wanted to try something bolder. Like... a red lip, maybe?" She glances at you, nervous but eager, and you nod encouragingly.

"Let's do it, then," you say, leaning against the counter. "Reds would look great on you." The sales associate helps her test shades, and Seoyeon dabs a vibrant crimson on her lips, her eyes widening at her reflection. She looks striking, her shy contrasted by the bold color, and you can't help but stare.

"Wow," you say, your voice low, catching her eye. "That's... yeah, you should definitely get it." Her blush deepens, blending with the lipstick, and she smiles, a mix of pride and nerves.

"It's not too bold?" she asks, tilting her head.

"Not at all, but it's okay, fits you," you reply, grinning. She buys the lipstick, along with a neutral eyeshadow palette she says she'll "figure out someday," her excitement growing with each small choice.

With her shopping bags in hand, sundress, cardigan, blazer, green tote, heels, and makeup. Seoyeon looks lighter with every purchase.

You head to a food court to grab smoothies before the movie, sitting at a small table, the mall's chatter surrounding you.

She sips her strawberry smoothie, her eyes brighter than they’ve been all week, but there’s still a shadow there, a quiet hurt she’s not voicing.

"Thanks for this," she says suddenly, her voice soft, her fingers tracing her cup. "I... I needed today. More than I realized." Her eyes meet yours, and you sense she's on the edge of opening up.

"No problem," you say, leaning forward, your voice gentle..

"You deserve to do things for you, you know? You looked happy in there, picking out stuff you love." You pause, testing the waters. "Everything okay, though? You seemed... I don't know, like you were carrying a lot earlier."

Her smile fades slightly, her gaze dropping to her cup. "It's... Yunho," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

"He's been... weird. Says he wants me around all the time, but then weekends come, and he just... leave me out. Says he needs space, that I'm too much during the weekday" Her fingers tighten around her cup, her hurt spilling out. "I don't get it. I try to be what he wants, but it's never enough."

Your chest tightens, anger at Yunho mixing with a need to comfort her. "That's not fair," you say, keeping your tone steady. "You're not too much, Seoyeon. He shouldn't make you feel like that." You hesitate, then add, "You deserve someone who's excited to be with you, not... pushing you away."

Her eyes flick up, glistening. "Thanks," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I just... I don't know what to do. I've been with him so long, but lately, I feel like I'm losing myself." She pauses, then forces a smile, like she's scared she's said too much. "Sorry, I didn't mean to dump that on you."

"You're not," you say, your hand resting near hers but not touching. "I'm here, okay? If you ever need to talk, or... just go shopping and forget everything for a bit." You grin, trying to lighten the mood, and she laughs softly, the sound easing the tension.

"Okay," she says, her smile more genuine now.

"Let's get to that movie," you stand, grabbing your bag, and she follows.

At the theater, you buy tickets for the movie she picked, a predictable story about two people finding love against all odds. "Don't judge me," she says, laughing softly as you hand her a ticket, her fingers brushing yours for a fleeting moment. "I need something fluffy today."

"No worries," you reply, grinning. "I'm okay with anything." You grab a shared popcorn and sodas.

You find your seats in the dimly lit auditorium, settling into the chairs. The theater's half-empty, giving you a pocket of privacy as the previews roll, her shopping bags tucked under her seat. She sips her soda, her shoulder close to yours.

As the movie starts, Seoyeon relaxes, her laughter soft at the film's early comedic moments, her hand dipping into the popcorn at the same time as yours, prompting a shy "Oops" from her.

The romantic comedy unfolds, its predictable comforting, and you notice her sinking into the story, her eyes bright in the screen's glow.

Then comes a pivotal romantic scene, the couple onscreen, standing in the rain, confessing their feelings, heart on sleeve moment. The music swells, their words dripping with longing, and you feel the air shift.

You glance at Seoyeon, curious, and catch her blushing, her cheeks flushed. She's covering her mouth with her new green tote, like she's hiding her reaction, her eyes wide and glistening, caught up in the emotion. She senses your gaze and turns, her eyes meeting yours, a shy, surprised flicker passing between you.

You hold her gaze, your heart picking up the quiet tension. She looks away quickly, her blush deepening, her tote slipping to her lap as she fidgets, her fingers twisting the strap. You feel a pull, a want to reach for her hand, to closing the gap, but her shyness holds you back, respecting her space.

The movie continues, another romantic peak hitting, a slow dance under string lights, the couple's foreheads touching, promises whispered.

Seoyeon's blush returns, softer this time, and she glances at you again, quicker, like she's checking if you're watching her.

You are, and your eyes lock for a split second before she turns back to the screen, her smile small but nervous, her shoulder brushing yours as she shifts in her seat.

As the credits roll, the lights come up, and Seoyeon clears her throat, her face still faintly pink. "That was... really sweet," she says, her voice soft, avoiding your eyes as she gathers her bags. "Kinda cheesy, but... I liked it."

"Yeah, good choice, tho" you say, standing, keeping your tone light.

Outside the theater, evening air feels soft as you and Seoyeon walk back to your apartment after the movie.

Without warning, a strong arm locks around your neck from behind, yanking you sideways with force.

You stumble, caught off guard, your bags dropping to the pavement.

"I knew you were trying to rob my girlfriend!" a voice growls, low and furious. It's Yunho, his tall, broad frame looming as he steps, his eyes blazing with jealousy. He's spotted you two, and his grip on Seoyeon's wrist is tight, pulling her close, not letting her go. Her face pales, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

"Yunho, stop!" Seoyeon cries, her voice trembling as she pounds his shoulder with her free hand, but her hits barely affect against his larger build.

The street isn't crowded, but a few passersby pause, their eyes drawn to the confusion, some pulling out phones, others just watching.

You scramble to your feet, your heart racing, the sting of the surprise attack fueling your adrenaline. "Let her go, man," you say, your voice steady but firm, wiping your hands on your jeans.

"We can talk about this," you step forward, hands raised to show you're not a threat, but Seoyeon's still struggling, her punches growing as Yunho's grip tightens.

"Talk?" Yunho scoffs, his face mix with anger, "You're sneaking around with my girl, and you wanna talk?"

Annoyed by Seoyeon's punches, he shoves her hard, sending her stumbling backward.

She collapses onto the pavement, her bags scattering, a small gasp escaping her as she hits the ground.

The crowd grows, more eyes on you, but no one steps in, their fear or indifference keeping them at a distance.

"Seoyeon!" you call, rushing to her side, kneeling to help her up. Her hands shake as she grabs your arm, her eyes glistening with tears.

Before you can steady her, Yunho charges. His knee slams into your face, a sharp pain exploding in your nose. Blood gushes, and you collapse, your vision blurring for a moment.

"No! Stop! Yunho!" Seoyeon screams, scrambling to you, her voice breaking.

"Somebody, help!" she shouts, her eyes darting to the crowd, but they stay back, too scared to intervene, some filming, others murmuring.

She kneels beside you, her hands hovering, unsure where to touch as blood drips from your nose.

You groan, wiping the blood with your sleeve, your adrenaline forcing yourself to stand, waving off the dizziness.

Yunho's coming again, his fist raised, his face a mask of rage. But this time, you're ready.

You duck under, catching his punch as you drive your shoulder into his chest, wrapping your arms around his midsection.

With a surge of adrenaline, you lift him off the ground, his weight heavy but your anger heavier.

You twist, slamming him backward onto the pavement with a thud that echoes.

He grunts, the air knocked out of him, his eyes wide with shock as he hits the ground.

The crowd gasps, the tension spiking, but you don't care. You step back, breathing hard, blood still dripping from your nose, your hands clenched.

Seoyeon's at your side, her hands gripping your arm, her voice trembling. "Are you okay?" she asks, her eyes wide, tears streaking her face as she glances between you and Yunho, who's struggling to sit up, clutching his back.

"Yunho, enough!" she shouts, stepping in front of you like a shield. "This is insane! You can't like this!" Her words choke off, her body shaking with anger and fear.

Yunho glares, pushing himself to his feet, his breath heavy. "You're defending him?" he snarls, pointing at you. "I knew you were sneaking around. You're mine, Seoyeon, and I'm not letting some guy--"

"I'm not yours!" she shouts, her voice louder than you've ever heard her. The crowd murmurs, and Yunho freezes, stunned by her defiance. "Not anymore, Yunho. I'm done with all of this. So let me go, we're over." Her words tremble, but there's a strength within her fear.

You wipe more blood from your nose, standing close, ready to step in if Yunho moves again. The crowd's still watching, some filming, but no one interferes.

Yunho's face twists, anger, hurt, disbelief, but he doesn't advance, his hands clenching at his sides. "You'll regret this," he mutters, low and cold, before turning, shoving through the crowds, and disappearing down the street.

Seoyeon's shoulders slump, her breath shaky as she turns to you, her eyes searching your face. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice breaking, her hands reaching for you but stopping short.

"Your nose... we need to get you cleaned up." She's trembling way to worry about you.

"I'm fine," you say, though the pain throbs from the blood.

"You okay?" You touch her arm gently, and she nods, tears spilling.

"Let's... let's go to your place," she says, her voice small. "We can figure this out."

You nod, grabbing her bags and yours, ignoring the crowd's stares as you help her up.

You stumble into your apartment, your nose still throbbing and blood crusted on your upper lip. Seoyeon's close behind, her shopping bags forgotten by the door as she shuts it, her face pale but resolute, her eyes still glistening from tears.

You collapse onto the sofa, your head tilting back, the pain and exhaustion hitting hard. Your neck collar is speckled with blood, your jeans scuffed from the fall, and you feel guilt for not stopping Yunho sooner.

Seoyeon heading straight to the small first aid kit hanging near your fridge. "Stay still," she says softly, she pulls out antiseptic wipes, gauze, and a small bottle of betadine.

She kneels in front of you, her sweater brushing your knees, her hands gentle but shaking as she starts cleaning the blood from your face.

"Ssss..." the antiseptic makes you hiss, but her closeness endures the pain. She's so close, her face inches from yours, her brow furrowed in focus, and she looks fragile, like the fight's weight is still crushing her.

You watch her, her careful touches. You couldn't shield her from Yunho's rage, couldn't stop him from shoving her to the ground.

"I'm... sorry," you mumble thick with guilt. "I couldn't protect you... I should've... I should've fought him... for... you." The words feel clumsy, like you're her savior, but they spill out honest.

Seoyeon pauses, her hand hovering with a fresh wipe, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, wide and searching. "What do you mean?" she asks. "You wanna fight him again? No way I'm letting you." She shakes her head, brow frown, her lips pressing into a small, meep line. "Besides, you've already fought for me."

"What do you mean?" you ask, your brow furrowing.

Before you can think, she leans in, her lips pressing against yours. The kiss is sudden, her hands cupping your face, careful not to touch your bruised nose.

It's warm, steals your breath, your heart pounding as you kiss her back, your hands finding her arms, grounding yourself in her.

She pulls back, her forehead resting against yours, her breath shaky, her eyes glistening with tears.

"I mean... you stood up to him," she whispers, her voice breaking. "You didn't back down, even when he hurt you. No one's ever... done that for me." She mumbles, her hands trembling against your cheeks.

"I'm done with Yunho. I'm going to break up with him. For me... and for you. Because you care about me, and I... I feel safe."

Her words hit like a wave, your chest tightening. "Seoyeon..." you start, your voice rough, unsure if you're worthy of her trust, her choice. "Are you sure? I don't want you to do this just because--"

"I'm sure," she cuts in, her voice firmer now. "I've been losing myself with him, trying to be what he wants, but with you... I feel like me again. Today, the market, the mall, the movie... you let me be myself." She smiles, small but real, her thumb brushing your jaw, avoiding your injury. "I want that. I want... this."

You nod, your throat tight, your hands sliding to hers, holding them gently. The pain in your nose fades slowly gone by her closeness.

"Okay," you say, your voice soft. "I'm here, then. Whatever you need." You mean it every word.

She leans in again, kissing you softer this time, a promise in the press of her lips.

When she pulls back, she grabs the first-aid kit again, continue treating you, cleaning the last of the blood with a tenderness that makes your chest ache.

After she finishes cleaning your injury, she glances at herself, her sweater smudged from the fall, her hands still trembling slightly. "Um… do you mind if I clean up?” she asks, her voice shy, her cheeks pink. "I feel… kind of a mess."

"Of course," you say, standing, gesturing toward the bathroom. "Towels are in the cabinet by the sink. Take your time." You pause, then add, "Need anything else?"

She smiles, small but warm. "I'm okay. Just... need a moment." She grabs her bag and heads to the bathroom, the door clicking shut softly. You sink back onto the sofa, your nose throbbing but dulled slowly.

The sound of the shower starts, a faint hum through the walls, and you try to focus, cleaning up the first aid kit and picking up her scattered shopping bags.

The shower stops after a while, and the bathroom door creaks open. You glance up, and your jaw drops. Seoyeon steps out, wrapped in a small, pastel towel of your step sister's spare, left from her last visit, which Seoyeon must have found in the cabinet.

It's shorter than the regular towels, barely reaching mid-thigh, clinging to her damp skin, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders.

Her cheeks are flushed from the steam, her bare legs glistening faintly, and she looks breathtakingly stunning. You swallow hard, your heart racing, caught off guard by the sight.

"Um... sorry," she says, clutching the towel tighter, her voice shy, noticing your stare.

"This was... all I found. It's a bit small." She tucks her hair behind her ear, her habit showing sign of her shyness.

"No, I'm the one who... should apologize…" you stammer, snapping out of it, your face warming.

"I mean, that's my step sister's. I should've checked. You, uh... feel better?" You cringe at your awkwardness, trying not to let your eyes linger, though the image of her fresh from the shower is burned into your mind.

She nods, a small smile breaking through her shyness. "Yeah, better. But, um... do you have any spare clothes? Mine are kind of dirty, and I don't want to put them back on." She shifts, the towel slipping slightly, and she catches it quickly, her blush deepening.

"Oh, right, yeah," you say, standing, grateful for something to do. "Hold on, I've got some stuff you can borrow." You head to your bedroom, remembering your step sister left a few things in a drawer from her last crash at your place.

You dig through, finding a soft, oversized t-shirt and a pair of drawstring sweatpants, simple, but clean and cozy.

Returning to the living room and you handing them to her, keeping your eyes on her face to stay respectful. "They're my step sister's, too. Hope that's okay."

"Thanks," she says, her voice soft, taking the clothes with a grateful smile, "You're... really sweet, you know," her eyes meeting yours.

She heads back to the bathroom to change, the door closing again, and you exhale, sinking onto the sofa.

When she steps out, the t-shirt hangs loosely on her frame, the sweatpants cinched tight at her waist, her damp hair tucked behind her ears. She looks cozy, almost at home, "Better," she says, sitting beside you on the sofa, her hands clasped in her lap. "Thanks for… everything. I don't know what I'd have done without you today."

You shake your head, "You don't have to thank me. I'm just glad you're okay."

She nods, her gaze steady holds the tremor in her hands. "I'm really done with Yunho. I can't keep living like that, always afraid, always... being watched." Her voice cracks breaking through.

"You make me feel like I can be more. Like I'm... being me." She looks at you, her eyes soft.

You want to reach for her, to hold her, but you hold back, respecting her pace. "You are...," you say, your voice low, meaning every word, "And I'm here, always whatever you need."

"I'm gonna grab a quick shower," you say, rubbing the back of your neck, your voice soft to match the fragile air. "Make yourself at home. There's water in the fridge, or... whatever you need."

Seoyeon nods, curling up on the sofa, her hands tucked under her chin. "Okay," she murmurs, her eyes soft but tired, "I'll be here."

You give her a small smile, then head to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind you.

The hot water washes away the blood and tension, the steam clearing your head as you replay the day, the market, the mall, the movie’s romantic scenes, her blushes, the fight with Yunho.

You dry off, wrapping a towel around your neck, pulling on a pair of boxers, too tired to bother with more. Your hair's a damp, messy tangle, half covering your eyes as you step out, the cool air hitting your bare chest.

You pause at the bathroom door, your breath catching. Seoyeon's asleep on the sofa, one hand propping her cheek, her lips slightly parted, her damp hair framing her face. She looks beautiful, almost fantasy in your apartment light, her small body curled up in the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. She's cute, vulnerable, the woman you've been dreaming of, someone you want to care for, to protect every moment. Your chest tightens, a fierce urge to shield her from Yunho, from anything that could shut her light.

As you step closer, hanging your towel on a chair, Seoyeon stirs, her eyes fluttering open. She blinks, "Ohh..." gazing through you, bare chested, boxers, damp hair falling into your eyes, and her cheeks flush, a soft gasp escaping her.

She stands, her movements slow but deliberate, crossing the room to you. You freeze, your heart racing, unsure what's happening but feeling the air shift, charged with something new.

"You look... nice," she says, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes tracing your chest, shy but bold in a way you didn't expect.

Her hand reaches out, her fingers brushing your chest, warm against your skin. She steps closer, her small body pressing against you, her touch lingering on your broad enough chest. The contact sends a jolt through you, your cock stirring in your boxers, already half hard from her closeness.

"Seoyeon..." you say, your voice low, confused, not sure how to respond. Is this the moment? Does she want this? Her touch feels like a signal, but the day's chaos, makes you hesitate, not wanting to make this quick for her.

Seoyeon is braver than you thought. Her hand slides lower, tracing your stomach, her fingers dipping just under the waistband of your boxers, brushing against your cock, now half-erect.

You gasp, your body reacting faster than your mind, the warmth of her hand sending a surge of heat through you. Her eyes meet yours, wide, desire in her flushed face. "Your little man got exited?" her hands still on you.

You swallow hard, your cock hardening under her touch, "Seoyeon," you say, your voice rough, your hand gently catching hers, holding it still, "Are you sure? After everything today... I don't want you to feel like you have to--"

"I want to," she cuts in, her eyes searching yours.

"I want this. I want you." She leans up, kissing you again, slower this time, her lips warm and needy, her body pressing closer.

Her hand moves again, stroking you lightly through your boxer, and you groan into the kiss.

The kiss deepens, but it's gentle. You guide her to the sofa, sitting her down, kneeling between her legs to keep the closeness without overwhelming her. Her hands roam your bare shoulders, her touch light but curious, exploring you like she want memorizing the feel of you.

She pulls back slightly, her breath shaky. "I... I should tell you," she murmurs, her voice barely audible, her eyes flicking down, shy but honest. "This... it's not my first time. Yunho... he was my first." Her words hang there, and your heart skips a beat, a mix of jealousy and sadness at the thought of her with him, of him taking something so intimate from her.

You swallow, your mind flashing to your own secrets, Saerom, Eunbi. But you push them aside, unsure if sharing would hurt her or complicate this fragile moment.

Instead, you cup her face, your thumb brushing her cheek, your voice soft. "I don't care. This is still you... with me, right now. That's what matters." You mean it, your words grounding her, and her eyes soften, a small smile breaking through her nerves.

"Thank you," she whispers, leaning into your touch, her hands finding your chest again.

You kiss her once more, slower, your hands sliding to her waist, resting on the soft fabric of the t-shirt. She shifts, tugging at the hem, her shyness returning as she lifts it over her head, revealing her bare skin, her small, perky, perfect breasts. You pause, taking her in, your breath catching at her.

"You're... beautiful," you say, your voice low, and she blushes, her hands covering herself for a moment before you gently pull them away, kissing her collarbone, then lower, soft and reverent.

"That's... ahh," she gasps, her fingers tangling in your damp hair, her body arching slightly into your touch. You move slowly, your lips tracing her skin, wanting her to feel cherished, not rushed.

She tugs at your boxers, her hands trembling but bold, and you help her slide them off, your cock springing free, hard and ready. Her eyes widen, a mix of shock and desire, and you kiss her again, calming her.

"We'll go slow," you murmur against her lips, and she nods, her breath hitching as she pulls at the drawstring of her sweatpants, letting them pool around her ankles, revealing her simple cotton panties, already damp.

You slide them down gently, your hands grazing her thighs, and she shivers, her small frame opening to you. You settle between her legs, kissing her inner thighs slow, her soft moans filling the quiet.

"Is this okay?" you ask, glancing up, and she nods, her hands gripping the sofa, her eyes locked on yours, trusting.

You move to her core, your tongue flicking gently, tasting her sweetness, and she gasps, her hips twitching. You keep it slow, savoring her, her moans growing softer, more desperate, her hands in your hair.

"That... feels so good," she whispers, her voice shaky, and you hum against her, making her arch, her body trembling as she nears the edge.

You pull back just before she tips over, wanting to be with her fully, and she whines softly, needy but not pushing.

You position yourself, your cock brushing her entrance, and pause, searching her eyes, "Ready?" you ask, your voice gentle, and she nods, her hands on your shoulders, pulling you closer.

You push in slowly, inch by inch, her tight warmth enveloping you, her gasp sharp but sweet, "You okay?" you murmur, pausing, and she nods, her nails digging lightly into your skin, her breath uneven.

"Keep going," she whispers, and you do, moving slow, each thrust gentle, letting her adjust, her moans soft and shaky.

Her legs wrap around you, pulling you closer, and you kiss her, your lips moving together. The intimacy builds, something deeper, softer, like you're both healing through each touch.

"You feel... so good," you mumble against her neck, and she smiles, her blush returning, her hands roaming your back.

She moves with you, hesitant at first, then bolder, her hips meeting yours, her moans growing louder. The sofa creaks softly, the apartment quiet, just your breaths and her sounds.

As you near your peak, her walls tightening around you, you feel the urge to pull out, "Seoyeon... I'm close," you whisper, and you pulled out, your release hitting just as you withdraw, your cum spilling across her stomach, warm and thick.

You pant, catching your breath, but Seoyeon's face shifts, a flicker of disappointment crossing her flushed features.

"I... wanted it inside," she murmurs, her voice shy but honest, her eyes avoiding yours for a moment. "It's... my safe week. I thought..." she trails off, her blush deepening, like she's embarrassed to admit it.

Your heart skips, surprise. "I'm sorry," you say quickly,

You reach for a tissue from the coffee table to gently wipe her stomach. "I didn't know... I just wanted to be careful." You pause, meeting her eyes, your hand resting on her thigh.

"Let me make it up to you, okay?"

Her eyes widen, a mix of nerves and curiosity, but she nods, her small smile returning. You stand, offering your hand, and lead her to your bedroom, the space dim and cozy, your bed unmade but inviting.

"We'll do it again,” you murmur, kissing her softly, guiding her to the bed. She sits, her hands fidgeting, but her gaze is trusting, warm.

You kneel before her, kissing her lips, then her neck, your hands sliding to her hips. "Tell me what you want," you whisper, and she blushes, her voice barely audible.

"I want it... inside," she says, her eyes meeting yours.

Her words stir you, your cock hardening again, and you nod, kissing her deeply, easing her back onto the bed.

You move slowly, your lips tracing her skin, her moans soft as you rediscover her body.

When you enter her again, it's gentle, her warmth welcoming you, as she gasps. You thrust slowly, her hands clutching your back, her legs wrapping tighter, urging you deeper. "Like this?"

she nods, her moans growing, her eyes locked on yours, "Yes... like that," she whispers, and you move together.

When she nears her peak, her walls pulsing, you stay inside, her plea from before guiding you. "Please... inside," she gasps, her hands gripping you, and this time, you don't pull back.

You cum, let go, release spilling inside her, warm and intense, her moan quiet but raw as she comes with you, her body trembling, her warmth pulsing around you.

You collapse beside her, pulling her close, her head on your chest, your arms around her small frame. She's warm, soft, her breath steadying, and you kiss her forehead, she snuggles closer, her smile small forming.

She's curled into you, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, her damp hair tickling your neck.

She shifts, her hand sliding down your chest, her touch growing bolder. She glances up, her eyes meeting yours, her cheeks flushed.

"Can I...?” she whispers, her voice soft but laced with need, her fingers brushing your softening cock, making you twitch.

You nod, your breath catching, and she smiles, her shyness melting into courage.

Her hand wraps around your cock, stroking slowly, her grip gentle but firm, making your cock back to life.

She leans in, her lips brushing your chest, then closing around your nipple, licking and sucking softly, sucking with a hum that sends a jolt straight to your cock.

"Seoyeon..." you groan, her tongue flicking as her hand pumps you, slow and deliberate, making you harden under her touch.

She switches to your other nipple, sucking harder, her teeth grazing lightly, and you arch, your hands gripping the sheets, pleasure building fast.

She pulls back, her eyes glinting with a boldness you didn't expect, she shifts down the bed, kneeling between your legs, her small body on her knees.

She looks at your cock, now half-hard, and licks her lips, before you can respond, she leans down, her tongue flicking the tip, tasting you, making you gasp. Her lips close around the head, soft and warm, sucking gently, her hand stroking the base, slow and teasing.

"Fuck, Seoyeon..." you moan, covering your eyes with your arm, too much by the pleasure she's giving, her mouth working you with surprising skill, her tongue swirling, her lips sliding down your shaft, taking you deeper.

She hums, the vibration sending sparks through you, her small hands gripping your thighs as she bobs, savoring you, her moans muffled but needy, your cock hardens fully, rock solid in her mouth.

She pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your tip, she climbs up, straddling you, her bare pussy brushing your cock, wet and warm, her thighs trembling as she positions herself.

"I want you again," she whispers, her voice shaky but bold, her hands on your chest for balance.

Your hands finding her hips, guiding her as she sinks down, your cock sliding into her tight, slick heat, her gasp loud and sweet.

"Oh my god... you're so big," she moans, her eyes fluttering shut, her walls gripping you as she adjusts, her small body start rocking slowly.

You meet her thrusts, pushing up, your hips syncing with hers, slow at first, then faster, her moans growing louder. Her breasts bounce as she rocking, her nipples visibly hard.

You cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples, and she arches, her moans desperate, her hands gripping your shoulders.

"Yes... again...!" she gasps, riding you harder, her pussy soaking you, her juices dripping down your cock.

"Seoyeon... you feel so good," you groan, thrusting up, meeting her rhythm, her tight walls milking you.

She leans down, kissing you messily, her breaths hot against your lips. Your bed creaks, the sound mixing with her wet slaps against you.

"I'm... close," she whimpers, her walls pulsing, and you feel your own release building, her wish from before repeating, inside.

"Please... inside me," she gasps, her voice breaking, and you don't hold back this time.

"Seoyeon...!"

You thrust deep, your cum spilling inside her, hot and thick, her pussy clenching as she comes, her moan trembling, her body shaking above you.

She collapses onto your chest, her breaths shaky, her arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. "Mmm..." she murmurs, nuzzling your neck, her lips brushing your skin, her pussy still twitching around your softening cock.

"That... was perfect," she whispers, her voice sleepy, her shyness returning.

You stroke her back, your fingers tracing her spine, and a thought slips out, "I'm gonna start hitting gym," you murmur, your lips brushing her forehead. "Like, seriously."

Seoyeon shifts, lifting her head, her eyes meeting yours, "Suddenly? Why?” she asks, her voice soft, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"You're already... you know, strong enough," her fingers graze your chest, lingering on the broadness, her touch light but teasing.

You chuckle, but your tone turns serious, your eyes locking on hers, "Because I want to protect you," you say, your voice steady.

"If Yunho comes back, if he tries to bother you, or us, I want to be ready. I don't want to feel like I can't keep you safe again."

Seoyeon's smile softens, but she chuckles, the sound light and warm, easing the weight of your words. "That's sweet," she says, her cheeks pinkening.

"I want to join you, then. I want to get healthy, stronger. So I can protect myself, too, if you're not around," her voice is quiet but firm.

You grin at her words, "That's so cute of you," you say, your voice playful. She gives her shyness smile, along with soft chuckles.

You move, gently flipping her onto her back, sinking into the sheets. She gasps, her eyes wide with surprise, her bare breasts perky and flushed, her legs parting slightly as you hover over her.

"Seoyeon..." you murmur, your voice low, your lips finding her neck, kissing softly, grazing her pulse with your teeth.

She chills, her hands sliding to your shoulders, her moans soft and fluffy as you trail lower, your lips brushing her collarbone, then her perky breasts.

You take a nipple in your mouth, sucking gently, your tongue flicking, and she arches, her gasp sharp and needy, "So perfect," you whisper against her skin, moving to her other breast, savoring it with slow, her fingers tangling in your damp hair.

You graze lower, kissing her stomach, her hips, until you reach her pussy, still glistening with her juices and your cum, her pussy scent strong.

"Let me clean you up," you murmur, your voice husky, and she blushes, her thighs trembling as you part them gently.

Your tongue flicks her clit, soft and teasing, and she moans, her hips twitching, her hands gripping the sheets. You lick slowly, savoring her sweetness, cleaning her with long, deliberate strokes, your lips sucking lightly, drawing soft whimpers from her.

"Oh... that's... so good," she gasps, her voice shaky, her body arching into your mouth, her pussy wet and responsive.

You dip lower, your tongue exploring her folds, gentle but thorough, her moans growing louder. You focus on her clit, circling it, sucking softly, and she trembles, her thighs squeezing your head, her climax building fast.

"I'm... gonna..." she whimpers, you hum against her, pushing her over.

"Hiek~!" she gasps, snapped by pleasure, her orgasm soft but intense, her pussy pulsing, her juices coating your lips as she shakes, her moan quiet but raw.

You pull back, kissing her inner thighs, then crawl up, settling beside her, pulling her into your arms. She's panting, her face flushed, her smile shy, her body tangled to yours.

"You're... too much," she murmurs, her voice sleepy, snuggle your chest, her arms wrapping tight, "But... I like it."

"Hey..." she called, her voice soft, her fingers pausing on your skin. "Can I ask you something? But... I want you to be honest. Open. For now, for me... for us."

Your heart skips, "Yeah, of course," you say, "What is it?"

"Have you... ever had sex before this? Before me?" she bites her lip

You hesitate, your mind racing. You want this with Seoyeon, a real relationship, built on trust, but spilling everything feels risky, like it could fracture this fragile moment. You swallow, deciding to hold back on Saerom, at least for now.

"Uhhh... yeah," you admit, meeting her eyes. "I've... had sex before. With Ms. Eunbi..." you scratch your back neck, waiting for her respond.

Her eyes widen, a flicker of surprise on her face, "Ms. Eunbi?" she repeats, her voice soft, "She's... married, isn't she? Wow, that's... kind of impressive." Her tone curious, a small smile at her lips.

You shift, "It just... happened," you say, your hand resting on her waist. "Is that... okay? I mean, I want to be honest with you."

Seoyeon nods, her smile softening, her fingers resuming tracing on your arm, "It's okay," she says.

"Ms. Eunbi's nice. She's always been kind to me, so... it doesn't bother me." She pauses, her eyes flick a shy playfulness. "Plus, it's kind of hot, knowing you caught her eye." Her blush deepens, and you laugh softly, the tension easing.

"But I'm yours now," you murmur, leaning in to kiss her.

The kiss deepens, her hands sliding to your neck, pulling you closer, her bare body pressing against you. You feel your cock stirring again, her closeness.

You roll her onto her back, her small frame sinking into the sheets, her gasp soft as you hover over her, your hands framing her face. "And you're mine also," your voice low, rougher.

Her eyes widen, her legs parting slightly. You kiss her hard, your tongue claiming her mouth, she arches into you, her perky breasts brushing your chest.

You move lower, kissing her neck, sucking lightly to leave faint marks, she gasps. Your hands grip her hips, pulling her closer, your cock hard and ready, brushing her slick pussy, still wet from before, your cum lingering inside her.

"Ready for another?" you ask.

She nods, her hands clutching your shoulders, "Yes please..." she whispers, her voice needy.

You position yourself, thrusting into her in one smooth motion, her tight pussy gripping you, her moan loud and raw. Your hips snapping harder, claiming her with each thrust, her small body rocking beneath you, her perky breasts bouncing, her nails digging into your back.

"Fuck, Seoyeon... you're so tight," you groan, your hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider, your cock driving deep, hitting her sweet spot.

"Ohhh... Ahhh..." she cries out moans, her pussy soaking you, her juices dripping, the wet slaps echoing in the room.

You're thrusting faster, her walls clenching, her body trembling as you push her toward the edge. "Faster...! oh god..." she gasps, her voice breaking, her hips bucking to meet you, her pussy pulsing, her climax building fast.

You lean down, kissing her, your tongues sloppy, your breaths ragged, and she wraps her legs around you, pulling you deeper.

"Inside... please, again," she begs, her eyes locked on yours.

You don't hold back, your thrusts relentless, her moans filling you, her pussy milking you tight.

"I'm cumming... " you groan, her nails digging your back, her body shaking.

"Fuck!" you release, cum flooding inside her, hot and thick.

"Ahhh~!" her pussy spasming as she comes, she moans load, her walls gripping you.

She collapses, panting, her arms wrapping around you, pulling you down to her chest. Her lips brushing your neck, hugging you tight, her warmth grounding you.

She shifts, glances up, "I... want more," her voice soft, a quiet challenge in her gaze.

Before you can respond, she moves, sliding out of your hold and kneeling on the bed, she is bending forward, her ass lifting high, her pussy glistening with your cum and her juices.

She looks back, her hair falling over one shoulder, "Fuck me again... please," she whispers.

Your cock twitches, hardening at the sight, her perfect ass, her slick folds, "Seoyeon..." you groan, kneeling behind her, your hands grazing her hips.

You grip her ass, spreading her slightly, your cock brushing her entrance, teasing her, and she moans, pushing back.

"Do it... hard," she gasps, her voice trembling.

You thrust into her, deep and rough, her tight pussy gripping you, her moan loud as you fill her.

"Oh god... yes!" she cries, her hands clutching the sheets, her ass bouncing with each snap of your hips, the wet slaps echoing, her juices coating your cock.

You grab her hair gently, pulling just enough to arch her back, your other hand gripping her hip, driving harder.

"Fuck, you're so tight..." you growl.

You pull her close, your chest against her back, kissing her neck, sucking lightly, your lips grazing her earlobe.

She shivers, her moans shaky, her body surrendering to you. Your hand slides to her perky breasts, squeezing, pinching her nipples, and she gasps, her pussy clenching tighter, her pleasure spiking.

"More... please," she whimpers.

You move your hand lower, circling her clit with your fingers, fast and firm, while still thrusting deep.

"Oh... I can’t..." she moans, her body trembling, her knees buckling as the pleasure builds too fast. Her pussy pulses, her climax hitting hard, she moan as she comes, her walls spasming around your cock, her juices gushing, her knees giving out. She collapses onto the bed, panting, her ass still raised, her body shaking, unable to hold herself up.

You're not done, your cock still hard, you sliding behind her. You lift her leg slightly, your cock finding her pussy again, sliding in slow but deep, her warmth wrapping you, her moan soft as you fill her.

"You feel so good," you whisper, kissing her neck, your arm wrapping around her, holding her close, your thrusts steady but rough, rocking her small body.

Her hands grip your arm, her moans quiet but needy, her pussy still sensitive, twitching around you.

You thrust harder, your hand returning to her clit, rubbing gently, and she whimpers, her body arching into you, wanting more.

"Fuck I'm close... Seoyeon," you groan, your thrusts deep. "Ergh!" your last thrust, cum flooding inside her.

You hold her tight, your breaths ragged, kissing her shoulder, her neck, as you both come down.

She turns her head, her eyes sleepy but warm, her smile shy but real. "That... was so much," she murmurs, nuzzling closer, her hand finding yours, lacing your fingers.

She shifts, propping herself on her elbow, her hand sliding down your chest, teasingly slow.

"You're... not tired yet, are you?" she murmurs, her voice soft but laced with a daring edge, her fingers brushing your softening cock, making you twitch and surprised.

"I mean, if you keep doing that..." you pause, her hand still wrapping around you, stroking gently, her grip warm.

She leans closer, her lips grazing your ear, her breath hot as she whispers, her voice trembling but bold, "You like this, don't you... my hand on your big cock?" her words unlike her usual, send a jolt through you, your cock hardening fast under her touch.

"Fuck, Seoyeon..." you groan, your head tilting back, and she giggles softly, her strokes faster, her thumb circling your tip, spreading precum.

She keeps whispering, her voice low and filthy, "I bet you'd love... to see me with someone else, wouldn't you? Like... Ms. Eunbi?" Her words catch you off guard, her mention of Eunbi. "A threesome... me and her, on you... you want that?"

Your cock throbs in her hand, the image flashing vivid, Seoyeon's small frame, Eunbi's curves, both moaning under you.

She notices, her smile sly, she keep stroking, "You do, don't you?" she teases, her lips brushing your jaw, sucking lightly, her hand pumping fast, slick with your precum.

The pleasure builds, her dirty talk and bold confidence overwhelming, you're panting, "Seoyeon..." heavy breaths rigging you.

Pleasure snapped, and you cum hard, your release spilling thick and hot over her hand, coating her fingers, dripping onto your stomach.

"Seoyeon," you catch your breath by her name, your body trembling, her hand slowing but not stopping.

She scoops your cum, using it to lubricate your cock, her fingers slick and warm, stroking you back to hardness, her touch relentless, making you groan. "Shit..." you twitch, half-laughing, your cock rock-hard again under her skilled hand.

"Want you again," she whispers, her voice soft, climbing over you. She straddles you reverse, her ass perfect and round, her pussy glistening with your cum and her juices.

She looks back, her hair falling over her shoulder, "Like what you see?" she asks, her voice trembling

You nod, your hands gripping her hips, guiding her. She sinks down, your cock sliding deep into her tight, slick pussy, her moan loud and raw as she takes you fully.

"Oh god... so big," she gasps, her ass bouncing as she starts riding, slow at first, then faster, her hands braced on your thighs, her pussy gripping you tight.

You thrust up, meeting her rhythm, rough and deep, the wet slaps sounding, her juices dripping down your cock, soaking the sheets.

"Fuck, you're so good... damn that ass,” you growl, your hands squeezing her hips, guiding her harder, her moans desperate, her pussy milking you.

She leans backward, giving you a perfect view, her back arching, her pussy clenching, her breaths ragged.

You reach around, circling her clit with your fingers, fast and firm, and she cries out, her body trembling, her climax building fast.

"... cummin'," she whimpers, her voice breaking, her pussy pulsing, soaking you.

You keep rubbing her clit, thrusting deep, and she comes hard, her moan raw and shaky, her pussy spasming, her juices gushing, her body shaking as she rides out her orgasm, her ass bouncing, her hands gripping your thighs tight.

She slows, panting, her body trembling, you hold her hips, thrusting gently, keeping the connection, your cock still hard inside her.

She glances back, her smile shy, her eyes glassy with pleasure. "You... didn't cum," she murmurs soft.

Seoyeon shifts, her hand resting on your chest, her eyes heavy but warm. "We... should clean up," her voice shyness returning.

You nod, chuckling softly, and help her up, your legs tangled in the sheets.

You both share a quick shower, her body pressed close under the warm water, her hands tracing your chest in a sweet, affectionate way.

Back in the bedroom, you lend her another of your step sister's t-shirts, this one soft and blue, hanging loosely on her petite frame.

You pull on boxers, and you both climb into bed, the sheets fresh and cool against your skin.

Seoyeon curls into you, her head on your chest, her leg draped over yours. The lamp's off now, the quiet invites softer talk.

Her fingers trace your arm, and she speaks, "So... about Ms. Eunbi," she says,

"You really... have sex with her? What was it like?" she's not threatened, just interested.

You chuckle, your hand stroking her hair, "Yeah, it was... intense," you admit low.

"Ms. Eunbi's... confident, you know? Knows what she wants. I, uh... used to call her 'mommy' when you with her. Sort of it. She loved that."

Seoyeon's eyes widen, a soft giggle escaping, "Mommy?" she repeats,

"No argue with that… it's suit for her honestly." She props herself up, looking at you, her smile teasing. "You're full of surprises, huh?"

You laugh, pulling her closer, "Says the girl who just whispered filthy things in my ear," you tease back, and she buries her face in your chest, her giggle muffled.

"You okay with that? Me and Eunbi, I mean. It's..." you stammers.

She cut with nods, lifting her head, "Yeah, I'm okay," she says.

"It's kind of... hot, honestly. Maybe... she can be my mommy too..." she giggled, crunching her little nose.

Sunday morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across your bedroom.

Seoyeon lies beside you, still asleep, her small body curled under the sheets, her face peaceful, her lips slightly parted, her hair a gentle mess across the pillow.

You wake up first, your body heavy but rested, careful not to disturb her as you slip out of bed, the sheets rustling faintly.

You head to the bathroom, taking a quick piss. You splash water on your face, your nose still faintly sore from Yunho's knee

You return to the bedroom, your boxers snug, your cock stirring in a morning wood phase, you barely notice until you're back by the bed.

You slide in carefully, but nudge Seoyeon softly, your hand brushing her arm.

Her eyes flutter open, blinks, sleepy but warm, her smile small and instant as she sees you.

"Morning," she mumbles, her voice husky, stretching slightly, the t-shirt riding up to show a sliver of her stomach.

"Sorry for waking you," you say, your voice soft, but she shakes her head, her smile reassuring, her hand reaching to touch your arm.

"It's fine," she says, her tone gentle, her eyes crinkling, "A nudge's nothing."

She shifts closer, her gaze dropping, and her eyes widen slightly, a playful glint sparking as she notices your morning wood, your cock up in your boxers.

"So... morning wood's real, huh?" she teases, her voice soft.

Before you can respond, her hand slips under the sheets, her fingers wrapping around your cock, stroking slowly, her grip warm and teasing, sending a jolt through you.

"Seoyeon..." you groan, your voice rough, your hips twitching as she pumps you, her thumb brushing your tip, spreading precum, her touch light but deliberate.

She giggles softly, her cheeks pink, her eyes locked on yours, watching your reaction, "Feels nice?" she whispers, leaning closer, her lips brushing your jaw.

"Let me take care of this..." her strokes quicken, her hand slick with your precum, and you grip the sheets, the pleasure building fast.

Her deliberate pumps send pleasure spiking through you, your groan rough, your hips twitching under her touch.

She is slowing, your cock throbbing under her grip, "Nu uh.. don't cum out yet" she said, before you can respond, she shifts duck under the sheets, her small body disappearing beneath.

The sheet, hiding her, and you chuckle, "Seoyeon, what're you-" you lift the sheet, peeking underneath the sheet.

She's there, her face inches from your cock, her lips parted, her breath warm against your skin, your cock throbbing harder.

She glances up, meeting your gaze, her shy smile turning sly, "Just... relax," she whispers, her voice muffled under the sheet, and before you can respond, her lips close around your tip, soft and warm, sucking gently.

"Fuck..." you groan, your head falling back, your hand gripping the sheet as she takes you deeper, her tongue swirling, her mouth tight and wet.

She moans softly, the vibration humming through your cock, her small hands gripping your thighs, steadying herself as she bobs, savoring you.

Her oral is slow at first, exploratory, her lips sliding down your shaft, her tongue flicking the underside, tasting your precum.

"You're... so big," she murmurs, her voice muffled, pulling back to lick your tip, her lips glossy, her eyes flicking up to check your reaction.

You lift the sheet higher, watching her work, the sight of her small mouth stretched around you driving you wild.

She grows bolder, taking you deeper, her throat relaxing, her moans needy, her saliva dripping, making it slick and messy.

"Seoyeon... that's so good," you gasp, your hand sliding to her head, not pushing but guiding, your fingers tangling in her hair.

She hums, sucking harder, her lips tight, her tongue relentless, she rocking slightly as she works you, her pussy likely wet again from the act.

The pleasure builds fast, her mouth too perfect, and you feel the edge approaching, your hips twitching, your cock throbbing in her throat.

"I'm..." your voice warn, strained,

She doesn't pull back, her moans urging you on, her lips locked around you.

"Fuck!" you snapped, grabbed her hair.

Your release hitting hard, cum flooding her mouth, hot and thick, her soft gasp muffled.

She swallows, her throat working, taking every drop. She pulls back slowly, licking your tip clean, her lips swollen, her eyes glassy with satisfaction, a small smile curling as she peeks up at you.

You arm drop to the sheet, panting, and she crawls out, her face flushed.

"All done, morning wood gone," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Fuck that was... perfect," you murmur, your voice rough, your arms wrapping around her.

She snuggles into you and you hold her close, her giggle muffled against your chest.

"Guess we should... eat something," her voice sleepy, lifting her head, her eyes glinting searching yours.

"Yeah, breakfast sounds good," you say, your voice rough, sliding out of bed, your boxers snug, your morning wood eased but your body still buzzing from her touch.

The kitchen's cozy, the counter cluttered with your groceries from yesterday, and she starts cracking eggs into a bowl, humming softly, her chamomile scent mixing with the butter sizzling in the pan.

You lean against the counter, watching her, her here, in your space, choosing you. Your cock hardens again, the sight of her bending slightly to grab a spatula, her t-shirt lifting to show the curve of her ass, pushing you over the edge.

You step behind her, your hands sliding to her hips, your lips brushing her neck, making her gasp, the spatula pausing mid air.

"What... now?" she murmurs, her voice warm, leaning back into you, her ass pressing against your growing bulge, her shyness warring with desire.

"Want you... right here," you whisper, your hands lifting her t-shirt, revealing her bare pussy, still slick from last night.

She chills, her breath hitching, the eggs forgotten as you slide your fingers brushing her folds, finding her wet and ready.

"Keep cooking," you tease, your lips grazing her ear, and she giggles, nervous but eager, gripping the counter.

"While... you...?" she starts, but your cock nudges her entrance, cutting her off, and she moans soft, her hands clutching the spatula.

You thrust in slowly, her tight pussy gripping you, her gasp loud as you fill her.

"Oh... god," she whimpers, her body rocking with your slow, deep thrusts, her pussy soaking you, her juices start dripping down her thighs.

Your hands gripping her hips, fucking her steadily, controlled. She tries, stirring the eggs clumsily, her moans mixing with the crackle of butter, her ass bouncing against you.

"So fucking tight... Seoyeon," you growl, thrusting harder, her pussy clenching, her breaths ragged.

"I can't..." she gasps, her voice breaking, dropping the spatula, her hands holding the counter as you pound her, the wet slaps echoing, her pussy milking you, her climax building fast.

You reach around, circling her clit with your fingers, fast and firm, and she cries out, her body shaking, her pussy pulsing, her juices gushing as she comes, she moan, her legs panting.

"Fuck..." you groan, your thrusts relentless, her pussy still spasming, pushing you closer, she leans forward, her breasts pressing against the counter, her moans urging you on.

"I'll cum... inside," you warn.

"Please... do it," she gasps.

"Ergh!" you let go, cum flooding her pussy, hot and thick, her walls gripping you, taking every drop.

Her body trembling, her pussy twitching around your softening cock as you both pant, the eggs slightly burnt, the kitchen a mess of sex and breakfast.

You pull out slowly, your cum dripping from her pussy, and she turns, her face flushed, her smile shy, kissing you messily, her lips warm and eager.

"Breakfast... ruined," she murmurs, giggling, and you laugh, pulling her close, your hands on her ass.

"Worth it," you say, kissing her forehead, helping her salvage the eggs, the toast half-toasted, the butter melted.

A week has passed since that intimate night with Seoyeon, and your life shift very great.

Seoyeon has moved into your apartment, her presence filling the space with a warmth you hadn't realized you craved.

Her clothes now hang in your closet next to your step sister's old t-shirts, her chamomile tea sits on the kitchen counter, and her shy smiles greet you each morning.

She ended things with Yunho decisively, texting you that Monday after she confronted him at her place. "It's over," her message read, simple but heavy, followed by, "I'm free." You didn't press for details, sensing her need for space, but her strength in walking away solidified your bond.

At the office, no one knows you and Seoyeon are together. You both agreed to keep it quiet for now, avoiding gossip and the complications of Eunbi and Saerom drama. Seoyeon slips back into her reserved office self, quiet, focused, her tablet glowing as she works, but you catch her stealing glances at you, her lips twitching into a secret smile, a silent promise of your shared life outside work.

It's Friday evening now, Seoyeon's curled on the sofa in one of your hoodies, her legs tucked under her, scrolling through her phone for gym routines, shess serious about your plan to get stronger together.

You're in the kitchen, tossing together a quick stir fry, the scent of soy sauce and garlic filling the air.

"You sure you’re ready for deadlifts?" you tease, glancing over, and she laughs, her voice light, freer than it's ever been.

"I'll outlift you by next month," she shoots back, her shy grin bold. She sets her phone down, joining you in the kitchen, her small frame brushing yours as she steals a piece of bell pepper.

"Monday's when we start the gym, right?" she asks, leaning against the counter, her hoodie sleeves slipping over her hands.

"And... maybe we talk about us? At work? I don't want to hide forever." Her voice is soft.

"Monday. We'll figure out how to tell the other. And gym's a date."

You’re ready to build everything with her, step by step.

[seraphicby]

Office Desire (Eunbi)

Synopsis: You are a 21 year old working as Junior Writer at some Digital Agency. Three women, Ms. Saerom from marketing, Ms. Eunbi from sales, and Seoyeon as new Junior Strategist, keep pulling you out of your bubble. They bring teasing, tension, and feelings you're not sure you're ready to deal with.

Lee Saerom / Kwon Eunbi / Yoon Seoyeon

Warning: Mommy kink's involved through the story 9.5k+

A stolen moment with Eunbi, lights a forbidden fire that rocks your core.

It's Friday evening, and the office is finally quiet as the workday wraps up. You're exhausted, ready to crash for the weekend to recharge for another grueling week has become your unchanging routine since starting this job.

You sling your bag over your shoulder, head to the parking lot, and breathe in the cool evening air, already mentally checking out.

As you walk home, passing the parking lot, you spot Eunbi near a sleek SUV, her usual confident stride softened as she kneels beside a small girl, her daughter, no older than four, with pigtails and a bright pink backpack.

Eunbi's in a fitted blouse and skirt, still radiating that youthful, vibrant energy that makes her seem younger than her age, the kind of "hot young mom" vibe that's secretly been a naughty fantasy of yours. Her playful flirting in the office always stirred something in you, but seeing her now, in mom mode, adds a new image, warm, human, and oddly more alluring.

You hesitate but decide to say hi, not wanting to seem rude. As you approach, Eunbi looks up, her face lighting up with that familiar teasing smile.

"Hey, darling," she says, standing and brushing her hair back, "Heading off to enjoy your weekend?"

"Yes... just ready to rest, Ms. Eunbi" you reply, offering a small smile, your eyes flickering to the little girl clinging to her leg.

Eunbi notices and grins, bending down to scoop the girl up into her arms.

"This is Nabi," she says, bouncing her daughter gently.

"Nabi, say hi to mom's friend from work," the girl peeks at you shyly, her big eyes curious but cautious, and mumbles a soft, "Hi."

You give her a small wave, feeling a bit awkward, "Nice to meet you, Nabi," you say, keeping your tone light.

"She's cute," you add, glancing at Eunbi, who beams proudly.

"Thanks," Eunbi says, setting Nabi down and holding her hand.

"She's my little troublemaker, but I love her so much," her voice is warm, and for a moment, the flirty office Eunbi takes a backseat to this softer, maternal side.

Her eyes flick to you, "You're good with kids. Bet you'd make a great dad someday," she teases, her tone just suggestive enough to make your face heat up.

You laugh nervously, rubbing the back of your neck, "Uh, maybe one day," you mumble, not sure how to respond.

Eunbi's grin widens, like she's enjoying your discomfort, but she doesn't push further.

"Well, get some rest, darling," she says, opening her car door to help Nabi into her booster seat, "You'll need it to keep up for brace the next week." She adds.

"Yeah, might need it, get home safe, Ms. Eunbi," you wave goodbye, your mind spinning as you walk away.

"See you on Monday, darling," she closes the door, start the engine and you can hear the car starting move.

That night, Eunbi is at home, the house quiet except for the soft hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand.

Nabi is fast asleep in her room, tucked in with her favorite stuffed bunny.

Eunbi slips into bed beside her husband, who's already under the covers, scrolling on his phone. He's a kind man, steady, a good father, but the spark in their marriage has dulled over the years, worn down by routines and responsibilities. Eunbi, still glowing with her youthful energy, feels a restless ache she tries to ignore.

Her husband sets his phone down, turning to her with a gentle smile, "Long day?" he asks, his hand finding hers under the sheets. She nods, leaning in to kiss him, hoping to feel something more tonight.

They start slow, his lips soft but familiar, his hands roaming her body as she straddles him.

Eunbi's in a silky nightgown, her curves barely contained, and her husband's groans softly, clearly turned on by her.

But as they move together, clothes shed, she feels the familiar disappointment settling in.

His cock is small, barely stretching her, and though he tries, thrusting eagerly, his hands gripping her hips, it's not enough.

Eunbi moves with him, rocking her hips, trying to chase any spark of pleasure, but it's fleeting. Her body craves more, something deeper, harder. She closes her eyes, letting her mind wander to keep herself in the moment, but it's no use.

Her husband finishes quickly, a soft grunt escaping him as he comes, leaving her unsatisfied, her pussy barely tingling.

She rolls off, lying beside him, staring at the ceiling as he catches his breath, "Love you," he murmurs, kissing her forehead before turning over, already half asleep.

"Love you too," she replies, her voice automatic, but her body is restless. She sighs, pulling the covers up, knowing her husband tries his best but can't fill the void she feels.

The next morning, Saturday, Eunbi wakes up. She's still thinking about last night, her husband's effort, his small cock leaving her unsatisfied.

Over breakfast, she suggests a weekend getaway to her husband, something light, a trip to a nearby park or beach where Nabi can play.

"It'd be fun," she says, smiling at him and Nabi, who's munching on cereal, "We could all use a break," she adds

Her husband sighs, rubbing his eyes. "I'm beat, Eunbi. This week's been brutal at work. I just need to crash this weekend." He gives her an apologetic look, and though she nods, understanding, a pang of disappointment hits her.

She loves him, but his constant exhaustion leaves her carrying the weight of their family's spark alone.

As her husband heads to the couch with his coffee, Eunbi's mind wanders to you. She pictures your shy smile, the way you blushed when she teased you, and an idea forms.

Maybe you'd be up for joining her and Nabi for a day out. It'd be innocent, just a fun trip to keep Nabi entertained, but the thought of spending time with you, outside the office, sends a thrill through her.

She grabs her phone, hesitating only a moment before dialing your number.

You're awake by your phone buzzing on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with Eunbi's name.

It's barely 9 AM, still need recovering from the workweek. You answer, voice rough, "Hello?"

"Hey, darling," Eunbi's voice is bright.

"Did I wake you up? Sorry, but I've got a plan. Nabi and I are going to the park today, maybe hit the beach after. Wanna come with us? It'll be fun, and Nabi likes you." Her tone is warm, persuasive, but there’s that familiar flirty edge that makes your heart skip.

You hesitate, rubbing sleep from your eyes. A day out with Eunbi and her daughter sounds nice, but the idea of being around her, knowing your own confused feelings, makes you wary, not sure if you should be diving deeper into Eunbi's orbit.

But she sounds so genuine, and you don't want to seem rude. "Uh... I don't know, Ms. Eunbi. I was gonna rest for today," you say.

"Come on," she please, her voice softening.

"It's just a fun day, taking Nabi play with. You'll be doing me a huge favor. My husband too tired, and I could use the company."

There's a hint of something more in her tone, not quite pleading, but enough to make you feel bad saying no.

You sigh, already knowing you're caving. "Okay, fine. I'll come," you say, sitting up in bed, "What time?"

"Sweet!" Eunbi’s excitement is clear, and you can almost see her smile through the phone.

"I'll pick you up in an hour. Dress comfy, it's gonna be a warm day. See you soon, darling," she hangs up before you can second-guess yourself.

You drag yourself out of bed, a mix of nerves and curiosity bubbling in your chest. You shower quickly, throw on a t-shirt and shorts, and pack a small bag with a water bottle and powerbank, trying to keep it casual.

A sleek black SUV pulls up in front of your place, and you spot Eunbi in the driver's seat, her sunglasses perched on her nose, her bob hair framing her perfectly.

She looks effortlessly stunning, her fitted tank top and shorts showing off her youthful figure, the kind of 'hot young mom' vibe that's been your fantasy for longer than you'd admit.

The reality hits, though, she's married, with a kid, and this isn't some sugar mommy scenario, even if your mind thinking the thought. You shake it off, grab your bag, and head to the car.

Eunbi rolls down the window, flashing that playful smile, "Hop in, darling," she says, her voice warm. You nod and slide into the passenger seat. The car smells like her perfume, light and floral, and you try to act natural.

In the back, Nabi's strapped into her booster seat, clutching a stuffed bunny, her eyes bright, "Hi, Uncle!" she chirps, her small voice full of excitement. The nickname catches you off guard, and you glance at Eunbi, who laughs softly.

"She started calling you that after yesterday," Eunbi explains, glancing at you with a grin. "Guess you made an impression." You smile awkwardly, turning to Nabi.

"Hey, Nabi," you say, keeping your tone light. "What's your bunny's name?"

"Bouncy!" she shouts proudly, holding up her doll.

She launches into a chatter about Bouncy's adventures, her words tumbling out in that endless, joyful way kids talk.

You nod along, asking little questions, and she giggles, clearly loving the attention. You're surprised how easy it feels, chatting with her, and it distracts you from the nervous energy of being so close to Eunbi.

Eunbi drives, her focus on the road, but she chimes in occasionally, teasing you, "You're good with kids, darling. You gonna steal Nabi from me," she says, her tone playful but enough to make your cheeks warm.

As you head toward the park, Nabi keeps talking, asking you everything from your favorite color to whether you like ice cream.

Eunbi steals glances at you, her smile soft but with that familiar spark, like she's enjoying watching you bond with her daughter.

Arrived at the park, a sprawling green space with a playground buzzing with kids and picnic tables scattered under shady trees.

Eunbi parks the SUV, and you hop out, helping Nabi unbuckle from her booster seat.

She grabs your hand, her tiny fingers wrapping around yours, and starts tugging you toward the swings.

"Uncle, come push me!" she shouts, her excitement shared. You laugh, letting her lead the way, her stuffed bunny Bouncy tucked under her arm.

Eunbi follows behind, carrying a tote bag with snacks and a blanket, her sunglasses perched on her head. You glance back, catching her smile, warm, almost tender, as she watches you and Nabi chatter away.

"You two are cute," she calls out, her voice light but with that teasing edge that makes your cheeks blush.

You focus on Nabi, pushing her gently on the swing as she giggles, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest from Eunbi's attention.

After an hour of running around, Nabi dragging you from the swings to the slide, then to a game of tag, you're all ready for the next stop, the beach.

Eunbi drives a short distance to a nearby shore, the salty air hitting you as you step out.

You head to a changing area, swapping your t-shirt and shorts for a white tank top and loose swim boxers.

When you walk back, you freeze. Eunbi's changed into a bikini, bright blue, clinging to her curves, her big breasts barely contained, her hips and toned stomach on full display. She looks like she stepped out of a fantasy, her youthful glow making your cock twitch instantly in your boxers. You force your eyes away, heart pounding, trying not to stare.

Nabi, in a cute blue swimsuit with little fish patterns, runs up to you, "Uncle, let's build a sandcastle!" she says, grabbing a bucket from Eunbi's bag.

Eunbi adjusts her bikini top, catching your glance, and smirks, clearly aware of the effect she's having, "Darling, keep an eye on Nabi, will you?" she says, her voice smooth, that familiar playful tone making your face heat up.

She stretches out on a towel, sunglasses back on, looking like she’s ready to soak up the sun. "I'll be right here if you need me," she adds, before lying back.

You nod, swallowing hard, and focus on Nabi, who's already digging in the sand.

You kneel beside her, helping her scoop sand into the bucket, but your eyes keep drifting to Eunbi, her curves, the way her bikini rides up slightly as she shifts, her skin glistening under the sun. Your cock stirs again, and you adjust your boxers, praying it's not obvious.

Nabi babbles happily about her castle, and you smile, trying to stay present, but Eunbi's presence is like a magnet, pulling at your thoughts.

You play with Nabi, building towers and digging sand, but every so often, Eunbi calls out, "You're doing great, darling!" or "Nabi, show Uncle your best castle!"

The day at the beach unfolds smoothly, with no awkward moments to throw you off balance. It’s just a normal, sunny day, filled with Nabi's giggles and Eunbi's warm presence.

You manage to keep your focus on Nabi, pushing aside the sight of Eunbi's bikini-clad curves, your earlier fantasies fading into the background as the day stays wholesome.

Nabi runs to the water's edge, splashing in the shallow waves, and you follow, keeping an eye on her as she squeals with delight.

"Uncle, look! Fishies!" she shouts, pointing at nothing in particular. You laugh, splashing a little water back.

Eunbi joins you for a bit, holding Nabi's hand as they dip their toes in the waves, and you catch her smiling at you, not the flirty smirk from the office, but something softer, like she's genuinely happy you're here.

As the sun starts to dip, you all pack up, sandy and tired.

"Let's grab some food," Eunbi suggests, brushing sand off her legs, "I know a good spot nearby."

You pile into her SUV, Nabi chattering in the back about her sandcastle, still clutching Bouncy. You're more relaxed now, the day feeling like a break from the week chaos.

You end up at a cozy beachside diner, the kind with checkered tablecloths and a kid's menu with crayons.

Nabi's thrilled, coloring a picture of a crab while you and Eunbi order burgers and milkshakes.

Eunbi sits across from you, her sunglasses pushed up, her face glowing from the sun.

She chats easily, about Nabis preschool, her love for spicy fries, random office gossip, but there's no heavy flirting, no suggestive winks. It's just... nice.

You realize, as you watch her cut Nabi's burger into smaller pieces, that Eunbi feels more like an older sister today, someone warm and familiar, not the bold, seductive woman from work. It's a stark contrast to Saerom, whose intensity always left you on edge. Eunbi is lighter, more grounded, even with her playful side.

"Thanks for coming today," she says, catching your eye as Nabi scribbles happily.

"It means a lot to Nabi... and to me," her smile is genuine, no hidden agenda, and you feel a warmth relief.

"No problem," you say, smiling back.

"It was fun," simple, easy, a day that feels like a reset. You're not sure where this connection with her is going, but for now, it feels good, like a bond that's growing in its own quiet way.

Eunbi pulls up in front of your apartment building, the streetlights casting a soft glow inside the car.

You carefully try to shift Nabi off you, but she whines in her sleep, her little arms clinging to your sleeve, refusing to let go.

You freeze, not wanting to wake her, and look at Eunbi, unsure what to do. Eunbi chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"She's had a big day, huh," she leans back, thinking for a moment, then says, "I don't want to wake her either. Mind if we come up for a bit? Just to let her rest a little before I drive home?"

You hesitate, your heart picking up speed. Having Eunbi in your apartment feels like a step into new territory, even if it's just for Nabi.

But you can't say no, not with Nabi sleeping so peacefully, and Eunbi's request so practical. "Uh, sure, yeah," you say, keeping your voice low, "Come on up."

Carefully, you unbuckle your seatbelt and ease out of the car, cradling Nabi in your arms. She stirs slightly but stays asleep, her head nestled against your shoulder.

Eunbi grabs her tote bag and Nabi's backpack, locking the car before following you into the building.

The elevator ride is quiet, the hum of it almost loud in the silence, and you're hyper-aware of Eunbi standing close, her perfume faint but familiar.

You unlock your apartment door, stepping into the small, tidy space, nothing fancy, just a couch, a TV, and a few bookshelves with your work stuff.

You gesture to the couch, "I will lay her here," you whisper, and Eunbi nods, grabbing a throw blanket from her bag to drape over Nabi as you gently set her down. Nabi curls up, still clutching Bouncy, and stays asleep.

Eunbi straightens up, looking around your place with a small smile. "Nice spot, darling," she says, her voice soft to avoid waking Nabi.

"Very... you," her tone is playful but not as flirty as usual, more like she's genuinely curious about your space.

"Want some water or something?" you offer, heading to the kitchen to keep your hands busy.

"Water's enough, darling," she says, following you to the small kitchen counter, leaning against it as you fill two glasses.

You hand her one glass, and she sips, her eyes meeting yours over the rim, "Thanks for today," she says quietly, "Nabi had a blast. I haven't seen her this happy in a while."

"No worries," you reply, sipping your water, feeling that warmth from her words, "She's sweet."

Eunbi nods, setting her glass down, her gaze softening, "She is good with you. It's... nice to see," she pauses, like she wants to say more, but glances at Nabi, still sleeping soundly.

You're both tired from the long day, and as the conversation slows, you sit on the edge of the couch near Nabi, your body sinking into the cushions.

Eunbi settles into an armchair across from you, sipping her water, her bare legs crossed, still in those shorts that show off her curves.

You try not to stare, you push the thought away, focusing on Nabi’s peaceful face, but your eyelids grow heavy.

Without realizing it, you passed out, your head resting against the back of the couch, the day's exhaustion finally winning, you're out cold, unaware of time passing,

Faint sensation pulls you from sleep. It's subtle at first, a warmth, a gentle pressure down there. Your eyes flutter open, and you glance down.

Eunbi, she's kneeling in front of you, her hands on your thighs, your shorts tugged down just enough to free your cock, which is already half-hard.

"Ms. E-Eunbi..." your voice shaky, "what are you-?" your heart races, surprised by her sudden action, her fingers working you, spreading the pre-cum already leaking from your tip.

"Shhh... you gonna wake her up, darling" she whispers, her voice barely audible.

You glance at Nabi, still sleeping soundly a few feet away, and panic mixes with arousal.

Eunbi smirks, "I've been thinking about this all day."

Before you can protest, her lips part, and she takes you into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the head, slow and teasing. Her lips slide slowly down your cock, her warm, wet mouth taking you deeper as her tongue swirls against the sensitive underside.

You're gripping the couch, trying to stay silent as Nabi sleeps just a few feet away.

Her mouth sucks with quiet, her eyes flick up to meet yours, sparkling with something hungrier, like she's wanting this long ago.

You stifle a groan, gripping the couch, your body tensing as she sucks gently, her hand stroking what her mouth doesn't cover.

She pulls off with a soft, wet pop, her hand still stroking your slick length, keeping you hard. Her voice is barely a whisper, low and sultry.

She leans closer, "God, darling, your cock is so big," she murmurs, her lips brushing the tip as she speaks, sending a shiver through you.

"So thick... feels so good in my mouth," her words are blunt, dripping with lust, and your face burns, your cock twitching in her grip.

She glances at Nabi, ensuring she's still asleep, then looks back at you, "You know," she whispers, her hand slowing but never stopping, "My husband tries, he really does. But his cock..." She pauses, a faint smirk but disappointed on her lips.

"It's tiny. So small, barely anything. I hardly feel it when we were making love," her voice carries a frustration like a secret she's held too long. "It's nothing like this," she adds, giving your cock a gentle squeeze.

Your breath catches, image of Eunbi with her husband, unsatisfied, her body craving more, makes your cock ache even harder, "Ms. Eunbi..." you whisper, your voice shaky, unsure if you're protesting or urging her on.

She just smiles, wicked and confident, and leans back down, her tongue flicking over the head of your cock, lapping up the pre-cum leaking steadily now, "Shh, let me enjoy this," her lips wrapping around you again, sucking harder this time.

Her hand pumps the base, her mouth working the rest, and the wet, sloppy sounds are loud in your quiet apartment.

You bite your lip, stifling a groan, your hips twitching up instinctively as she takes you deeper, her throat tightening around you. She's relentless, clearly turn on by your cock's size, her moans vibrating against your it like she's getting off on it as much as you are.

Your body tenses, pleasure building fast, and you whisper, "Ms. Eunbi... I'm gonna..."

She pulls off, a string of spit trailing from her mouth to your tip.

"Not yet, not here," she whispers, she glances at Nabi, still sleeping soundly, then back at you, her hand still gently stroking your slick, throbbing cock to keep you hard.

"Got a nice bed for us?" she ask, tracing your cock already wet mix of her saliva and your pre-cum.

"Uhh... my room, maybe...?" you nod at your room, where's your bed at.

She's standing, tugging you up by your wrist. She leads you quickly, guiding you to your bedroom.

Once inside, she shuts the door carefully, locking it with a soft click. She turns to face you, her tank top clinging to her body, her eyes burning with intent.

"Let's continue, darling," she says, her voice hushed but raw, stepping closer. "I need you inside me. Your big cock, I want to feel it," her words are blunt, desperate, and they hit you like a spark, your cock twitching hard at the thought.

She pulls off her tank top in one smooth motion, revealing her full breasts, her nipples already hard.

Her shorts follow, leaving her naked, every curve begging to be touched. She steps up to you, her hands tugging at your shirt, pulling it off, then yanking your shorts down completely.

Your cock stands fully erect, slick from her mouth, and she bites her lip, staring at it like it's everything she's been wanting.

She climbs onto your bed and lying back, spreading her legs wide. "Put in me, darling," she whispers, her pussy is glistening, wet with need, and she reaches down, parting her folds with her fingers, inviting you in. "Give me what I need."

You're frozen for a second, your mind racing with the reality, she's married, Nabi's in the other room, this is insane, but your body's already moving.

You climb onto the bed, positioning yourself between her thighs, your cock brushing against her wet entrance.

She moans softly, her hands grabbing your shoulders, pulling you closer, "Don't make me wait," she breathes, her voice trembling with want.

You push in slowly, feeling her tight, warm pussy stretch around your cock, gripping you like nothing you've felt before.

She gasps, her head tilting back, her nails digging into your skin, "Oh fuck.... so big," her voice shaky with pleasure.

You start thrusting, slow at first, then harder as she urges you on, her hips rocking up to meet you. The bed creaks softly, but you're too lost in her, the way her pussy clenches around you, the way her moans stay hushed but desperate, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

"Harder," she pants, her hands sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you deeper.

"More harder," you obey, slamming into her, your cock filling her completely, the wet slap of your bodies echoing.

She's loud now, her moans barely contained, and you pray Nabi doesn't wake up. Eunbi's pussy is so tight, so perfect, drives you harder, your cock throbbing as you push her closer to the edge.

You can feel her pussy clenching harder around your cock, signaling she's close, "Darling... fuck, I'm gonna..." she gasps, her voice breaking, her hips bucking up to meet your thrusts.

You keep going, slamming into her, your cock hitting deep, pushing her over the edge.

Suddenly, "Fuck~!" she cries out, a loud, "Ahhh~!" and her body convulses, her pussy squeezing your cock so tight it’s almost too much.

She comes hard, her juices gushing out, squirting in hot, messy streams that soak your cock and the sheets beneath her. Her eyes roll back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her face twisted, she's losing herself completely.

You pull out, giving her a moment to ride the high. Her juices keep flowing, dripping down her thighs, and she moans louder, her voice raw and unrestrained, her body shaking uncontrollably.

“Oh, god... oh, fuck...” she whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets, her eyes fluttering as if she's in heaven. Her chest heaves, her breasts rising and falling as she gasps for air, still trembling from the release.

She is calming now, means ready again. You line up your cock, sliding it along her folds before pushing in deep.

She gasps, her head tilting back, her tongue still out, "Fuck, yes..." she moans, her voice louder now, less controlled, her hands grabbing your shoulders, nails digging in.

You start thrusting, slamming into her with more force, your cock plunging deep, the wet slap of your bodies echoing in the small bedroom.

Her pussy clenches around you, hot and slick from her first orgasm, making every thrust feel electric. Her moans turn into cries, her tongue still out, her face twisted in pleasure, completely undone. "Oh god, darling... so big... fuck me!" she gasps, her legs wrapping tighter around you, pulling you deeper.

Your hands grip her hips, then slide up to her breasts, squeezing them as you pound into her, your cock hitting her deepest spots. She's loud now, too lost to care about Nabi in the other room, "Please... don't stop..." she whimpers, her hands clutching your back, her body arching into you.

You keep going, fucking her harder, her pussy tightens again, her second orgasm closing in fast. "I'm... I'm gonna..." she gasps, her voice breaking, her eyes rolling back.

You feel her body tense, her pussy clamping down hard on your cock as she comes, another gush of juices soaking you, her body shaking violently.

"Ahhh~! Fuck~!" she cries out, her tongue out, her hands clawing at you as she rides the wave. You slow down, letting her catch her breath.

"Turn over," you say, your voice low and commanding, surprising even yourself.

Her eyes widen slightly, despite her exhaustion. She obeys, rolling onto her stomach, then pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, her ass raised invitingly. Her back arches, her pussy glistening, still dripping, and you can't resist the urge to take her again.

You position yourself behind her, grabbing her hips as you line up your cock with her slick entrance. You slide in easily, her pussy so wet it takes you in without resistance, gripping you tightly as you fill her.

She moans, her head dropping forward, her hair falling over her face, "Fuck, darling... yes," she gasps, pushing back against you, already eager for more.

You start thrusting, your hips slamming against her ass. She feels incredible, her pussy clenching around your cock with every deep thrust, and you pick up the pace.

You reach forward, grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking it gently but firmly, pulling her head back. She gasps, her moan louder, her body responding, "Harder..." she begs, "fuck me harder." You pound her hard, your cock hitting deep, making her ass jiggle with each thrust.

Your hand comes down on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing as her skin reddens slightly. She cries out, her pussy tightening around you, clearly loving it, "Again," she moans, her tongue slipping out again, her eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself in the pleasure. You spank her again, harder this time, and she whimpers, her body shaking, her pussy so wet it’s dripping onto the sheets.

You keep going, yanking her hair to keep her arched, spanking her ass as you fuck her relentlessly. Her moans turn into cries, loud and unrestrained, her hands clutching the sheets as she pushes back against you, matching your rhythm. "Fuck... I'm gonna... again..." she gasps, her voice breaking, her body trembling violently.

You feel her pussy clamp down hard, her third orgasm hitting like a wave. She comes, loud moan, "Fuckkk~!" her juices gushing again, squirting onto your cock and the bed, her body convulsing as her eyes roll back, her tongue hanging out.

Her body shaking as she rides out the high, her ass red from your spanks, her hair messy from your grip. You slow down, letting her catch her breath, but you’re still hard inside her, your own release close but held back.

She shifts, she pushes you gently onto your back, "I want to ride this big cock..."

You lie back, your cock still rock-hard, slick with her wetness.

She climbs over you, straddling your hips, her big breasts hang heavy, her nipples hard, and she looks down at you, "My husband never filled me like you," she whispers, her voice raw, as she grips your cock, lining it up with her soaked pussy.

She sinks down slowly, moaning loudly as your cock stretches her, filling her completely. "Fuck... so big," she gasps, her head tilting back, her tongue slipping out again as she starts to move, her hips moving back and forth.

Her pussy grips you tightly, wet and hot, and the sight of her riding you, her breasts bouncing, her face twisted in pleasure, drives you wild. She grinds down hard, her hands on your chest for balance, her moans growing louder with every roll of her hips. "God, darling... you're so deep," she whimpers, chasing her next high.

You grip her hips, guiding her, thrusting up to meet her movements. She's relentless, riding you faster, her moans turning into desperate cries, her tongue still out, her eyes rolling back as she loses herself.

"Fuck… I'm gonna come again," she gasps, her body trembling, her pussy tightening even more.

You feel her hit her fourth orgasm, her body shaking violently, another gush of juices soaking your cock and thighs as she screams, "Ohhh~! Ahhh~!"

You can't hold on any longer. The pleasure's too intense, her tight, wet pussy and her wild moans pushing you to the edge, "Ms. Eunbi... I'm..." you groan, your cock throbbing.

In a sudden surge, you flip her over, pinning her back down. She gasps, her legs spreading wide, her pussy still dripping as you pound into her harder than before, your thrusts deep and desperate.

Her breasts bounce with each slam, "Yes... darling, pound me harder~" her moans loud, her hands clutching your shoulders as you fuck her.

The pressure snaps, and you pull out just in time, your cock pulsing as you come hard, "Fuck!" ropes of hot cum shooting across her face and big breasts.

Eunbi moans, her tongue darting out to catch some, her eyes half lidded, looking like she's in high as your cum paints her skin, "Yes... darling..." her voice weak, her chest heaving as she lies there, covered in cum, her pussy still twitching from her fourth orgasm.

You collapse beside her, both of you panting, your body spent and buzzing. The room is quiet now, just your heavy breaths and the faint creak of the bed.

She turns her head, her face flushed, cum still glistening on her lips and breasts, and gives you a tired, wicked smile, "That was... everything I need," she whispers, her voice hoarse.

You're too exhausted to reply, your mind reeling from the intensity, Nabi in the next room forgotten in the haze of pleasure.

She wipes a bit of your cum from her cheek with her finger, licking it casually, and chuckles softly, "God, darling, you're so good," she says, her tone teasing.

"Where'd you learn that?" she trails off, raising an eyebrow, genuinely curious, "Have you done this a lot? Had a girlfriend? Or... someone else?"

Your face heats up, embarrassment creeping in as you realize she's asking about your experience. The memory of Saerom, flashes in your mind, but you hesitate. You're not sure you want to spill that, not with Eunbi lying here, her eyes searching yours. It feels too complicated, too risky to admit you've been with another coworker, especially someone like Saerom.

So, you brace yourself, deciding to dodge the truth.

"I... uh..." you stammer, rubbing the back of your neck, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I haven't really... done this much. I mean, no girlfriend or anything," you pause, feeling your cheeks burn.

"I... watch a lot of porn." you blurt out.

Her eyes widen, and then she bursts into laughter, soft but genuine, covering her mouth to keep it quiet so Nabi doesn't wake, "Porn?" she repeats, her voice teasing, her smile widenin, "Oh, darling, that's adorable," she leans closer, her sticky breasts brushing your arm, clearly amused.

"So you're telling me all that, this..." she gestures waving to the soaked sheets and her cum streaked body "...came from watching videos? You're a fast learner, then."

You nod, relieved she's not pressing further, "Yeah, I guess..." you mumble, avoiding her gaze, your face still hot, "Just... figured it out."

She chuckles again, her hand resting on your chest, her touch light but warm. "Well, you're a natural, my husband could take notes."

She smirks, "You've got nothing to be embarrassed about, darling."

You clear your throat, your voice hesitant. "Ms. Eunbi... why me?" you ask, glancing at her, "I mean... today was great, and I've always thought you were... you know, amazing. But I'm starting to see you like... I don't know, an older sister. So why... this? Why me?"

Her hand pauses on your chest, and she shifts slightly, propping herself up to meet your gaze. Her eyes are serious now, no trace of her usual teasing smirk. She wipes a bit of cum from her cheek, thoughtful, then sighs, her voice soft but honest.

"It's complicated, darling," she says, her tone carrying a weight you haven't heard from her before. "I love my husband. I really do. We've been married eight years, and he's a good man, a great dad to Nabi. But..." she trails off, looking away for a moment, her lips pressing into a thin line.

She takes a deep breath and continues. "His... well, you heard me before. His pepe's small, and it's not just that. He barely lasts, and even when we try, it's like he's not... enough. I've only ever come with him a handful of times, and even then, it was nothing like this." she gestures vaguely to the soaked sheets, her body, you.

"And his sperm... it's weak. We tried for years to have kids. Nabi's our miracle, but most of his sperm doesn't even reach my eggs. Doctors confirmed it. We're lucky we got her."

Her voice softens, and she looks back at you, her eyes searching yours. "I've been faithful, mostly. But I'm human too, darling. I need pleasure too. I need to feel wanted, to feel my body come alive. My husband tries, but he can't give me that. But you…" she pauses, her hand sliding down to rest on your thigh, her touch gentle but electric.

"You're young, you're sweet, and... god, you're big. You make me feel things I've been missing for years."

You swallow hard, "So... you just need me for... this?" you ask, your voice quiet, unsure if you're hurt or just trying to understand.

She shakes her head quickly, her hand squeezing your thigh, "No, it's not just that. Today, seeing you with Nabi, how kind you were, how easy it felt... it wasn't just about sex. You're special to me, darling. I feel something with you, something I don't want to let go of," she leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"I love my husband, but I need this too. And I want it with you."

Your heart races as you lie there, her words about her marriage and her need for pleasure. Her vulnerability, her warmth, and the way she's made you feel so wanted stir something deep inside you, a mix of desire and a strange, almost childish need for closeness.

You've always had this quiet kink, this fantasy of calling someone "mommy," someone nurturing yet commanding, and Eunbi, with her caring yet sensual energy, feels like she fits that role perfectly. But saying it out loud feels risky, embarrassing, and your face burns just thinking about it.

You swallow hard, your voice barely a whisper, unsure but unable to hold back, "Ms. Eunbi... can... can I call you mommy?" the words tumble out, and you brace yourself to embarrassed yourself again.

She pauses, her hand still resting on your thigh, and for a moment, you think you've gone too far. Then she chuckles, a soft, warm sound that eases your nerves. Her eyes showing something maybe an amusement.

"Mommy, huh?" she says, her voice teasing but not mocking, "Sure, darling... you can call me mommy."

She leans closer, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, "And what does mommy do?"

Before you can answer, she shifts, crawling over your body, her naked curves hovering above you, her cum-streaked breasts swaying slightly, "She makes her darling feel pleasured," she purrs, her hand sliding down to grip your cock.

Her fingers wrap around your cock , jerking you slowly, her touch firm but teasing, coaxing you back to hardness.

You gasp, your hips twitching up into her hand, the word "mommy" on the tip of your tongue feeling so right yet so forbidden.

"M-mommy..." you mumble, your voice shaky, your face burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Her slow strokes make your cock throb, pre-cum already beading at the tip as she spreads it with her thumb, her grip slick and deliberate.

"That's right, darling," she whispers, her voice low and sultry, her lips grazing your neck.

"Mommy's gonna take care of you." She pumps you faster, her hand tight, her eyes locked on yours, watching every twitch of your face, every hitch in your breath.

"M-mommy..." you whisper, your voice trembling, "Can I... can I milk you?"

The words feel weird, almost too much, but the image of drinking from her, of her giving you that kind of intimacy, makes your cock throb harder in her grip.

Her eyes widen for a split second, then soften with a mix of surprise and delight. She chuckles, low and teasing, her hand never stopping its slow, slick strokes on your cock. "Oh, darling," she purrs.

She leaning closer, her lips brushing your cheek, "You want mommy's milk? Such a needy boy," her tone is both indulgent and playful, and she shifts, sitting up slightly to position herself better, her breasts hovering near your face.

She cups one of her breasts, "Go ahead, darling. Drink from mommy," guiding it toward your mouth, her nipple already hard and inviting.

You hesitate for a moment, heart pounding, but you latch onto her nipple, your lips closing around it, and suck gently at first, your tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.

A soft moan escapes her, her hand tightening on your cock, stroking faster as you start to suck harder.

Milk, there's a milk from her body, sweetness, it sends a surge of pleasure through you. You suck greedily, your hands reaching up to hold her breast, squeezing gently as you drink, lost in the fantasy.

Her moans grow louder, her hips shifting slightly as she watches you, clearly turned on by your neediness, "That's it, darling," she murmurs, her voice shaky, "Such a good boy for mommy... drinking so well."

Her hand works your cock faster, slick with pre cum, her fingers twisting slightly with each stroke, pushing you closer to the edge. The combination of her breast in your mouth, her nipple under your tongue, and her hand jerking you off is overwhelming.

You moan against her skin, the vibration making her gasp, her free hand tangling in your hair to hold you closer to her chest. "Keep going, sweetheart," she whispers, her voice thick with arousal. "Mommy loves this."

Your hips buck up into her hand, your cock throbbing, the pleasure building to a breaking point. You suck harder, your tongue swirling, your hands kneading her breast.

Her strokes damn good, her thumb brushing over your tip, sending jolts through you. "Come for mommy," she murmurs, her voice urgent, her own arousal clear in her tightening grip. "Be a good boy and come."

You can't hold back anymore. With a muffled moan against her breast, you come hard, your cock pulsing in her hand as ropes of cum shoot out, spilling over her fingers and onto your stomach.

She keeps jerking you, milking every drop, her moans soft and encouraging as you shudder through the orgasm, still latched onto her nipple, drinking greedily like it's all you need.

Finally, you pull back, gasping for air, your body spent and trembling. Her hand slows, her touch gentle now, and she leans down, kissing your forehead softly. "Such a good boy," she whispers, her voice warm, her cum-covered hand resting on your thigh.

She sits you up gently, her hands on your shoulders. Before you can breathe, she kisses you deeply, her lips pressing hard against yours.

Her tongue meets yours, and the kiss is wet and messy, making you feel excited again even though you're tired. She pulls you close, her arms around your neck, her soft, sticky breasts against your chest. The kiss is wild, full of moans, and you're lost in her.

She pulls back, breathing hard, her lips wet, her tongue slightly out. Her eyes are full of desire, and she's so beautiful, "Darling..." she says softly, her hands still holding you.

You push her back onto the bed. She gasps, her legs opening as she lies under you, her body still wet from before, shining in the light. "Fuck me again, darling," she says, her voice needy, reaching for you. "I need you."

Your cock already getting hard again, you slide between her thighs, your body brushing against her wetness, and push inside. She feels tight and warm, and she moans loudly, her head tilting back, her hands grabbing your arms as you move. "Yes... so big," she gasps, her body tightening around you with every thrust.

You move fast, your bodies slapping together, the sound filling the room. Her moans are loud and needy, her breasts bouncing, her eyes rolling back as she gives in to the pleasure. "Harder... please, darling," she begs, her face showing pure joy. You thrust harder, the bed shaking, forgetting about Nabi waking up as you chase the feeling.

Her body shakes, and you know she's close. "Come for me, mommy," you say, and it pushes her over the edge. She cries out, her pussy tightening hard, her climax rushing through her, her moans loud and shaky. But she grabs you, her voice desperate. "Inside... come inside me, darling," she says, her eyes locked on yours. "I want it... please."

Her words break you. You thrust deep one last time, your climax hitting hard. You groan, releasing inside her, filling her as she moans, her body taking everything. You keep moving until you're done, then collapse onto her, both of you breathing heavily, tangled together.

She shifts, her fingers tracing your back, and sighs. "I don't want this to end," she says quietly, almost hesitant. "But... I should go home. My husband probably wondering where I am, and Nabi needs her own bed." She looks at you, her eyes soft but a little sad, torn between staying and returning to her life.

You nod, understanding, but part of you doesn't want to let her go. There's something you've been wanting to try, something sparked by the closeness you've shared tonight.

You swallow, your face warm as you gather the courage to ask. "Mommy..." you say, the word still exciting to say, "before you go... can I... can I taste your pussy? I'm curious what you taste like."

Her eyes widen, then a slow, happy smile spreads across her face. "Oh, darling," she says, her voice full of warmth and teasing desire. "You want to taste mommy? That's sweet." She leans up, kissing you softly, her tongue brushing yours, letting you taste a hint of your cum from earlier. "Of course, baby. One last treat for my good boy."

She slides out from under you, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs wide, her pussy glistening, still wet with your cum and her juices.

The sight makes your cock twitch, even though you're too tired to get hard again. "Come here," she whispers, patting her thigh, her eyes locked on yours, inviting you closer.

You move between her legs, your heart racing, your mouth watering as you lower yourself. Her scent hits you first, musky, sweet, and strong. You pause for a moment, then lean in, your tongue flicking out to taste her.

The first lick is thrilling, her juices tangy and rich, mixed with a slight saltiness from your cum. Eunbi moans softly, her hand finding your hair, guiding you gently. "That's it, darling... lick mommy's pussy," she murmurs, her voice trembling with pleasure.

You dive in, your tongue exploring her folds, lapping up her wetness, enjoying every bit. She tastes amazing, and you lose yourself in it, sucking gently on her clit, swirling your tongue, eager to make her feel good.

Her moans get louder, her hips moving slightly, pressing herself against your mouth. "Fuck... so good, baby," she gasps, her fingers tightening in your hair. "Eat me... just like that."

You keep going, your tongue going deeper, tasting her fully, your lips closing around her clit as you suck harder. Her thighs shake, closing around your head, and you know she's close. "Darling... I'm gonna..." she moans, her voice breaking.

You don't stop, licking and sucking harder, wanting to give her one last climax. She comes with a sharp cry, her pussy pulsing against your tongue, a fresh wave of juices flooding your mouth as she shakes, her body arching off the bed.

You pull back, breathing hard, your lips and chin wet with her, your heart pounding from the thrill of making her come like that. Eunbi looks at you, her face red, her eyes glowing with happiness.

"God, darling... you're too perfect," she whispers, pulling you up to kiss you, tasting herself on your lips. "I'll miss this."

She sits up, slowly grabbing her clothes from the floor. You watch as she dresses, moving like she's trying to delay leaving. Once she's ready, she turns to you, her expression soft but serious. "This... us... it's not over, okay?" she says quietly. "But I need to figure things out. Just... don't forget about mommy."

You nod, your throat tight. "I won't," you say, meaning it. She kisses you one last time, soft and lingering.

She heads to the living room to gently wake Nabi. You follow, helping her gather Nabi's things, the little girl sleepy but happy in her mother's arms.

Eunbi gives you a final smile at the door, Nabi waving lazily, and then they're gone, leaving you alone in your quiet apartment.

It's Monday morning, and you're back at the office, the usual routine kicking in. The place is alive with chatter and the smell of coffee. Your weekend with Eunbi and Nabi, especially that intense, secret night with Eunbi, still plays in your mind.

You walk to your desk, half-expecting things to feel different after everything that happened.

As you pass the marketing area, you notice Saerom watching you. She's leaning on her desk, arms crossed, holding a file, with a small, knowing smirk. Your body reacts slightly, and you nod awkwardly, hurrying past to avoid her gaze, the memory of her lingering in your head.

Before you can sit down, Eunbi walks up, her heels clicking softly, holding a paper cup with a warm, playful smile. She's wearing a fitted blouse and pencil skirt, her figure clear but professional, her hair swept to one side.

"Morning, darling," she says smoothly, teasingly, handing you the coffee. "Did you rest enough yesterday?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and you know she's thinking of Saturday night, her calling you "darling," her body wet with you, her taste still fresh in your mind.

"M-morning, Ms. Eunbi," you mumble, taking the coffee, your face getting warm as you scratch your neck.

"Yeah... I, uh, got some rest." It sounds weak, but she just laughs softly, her hand brushing your arm for a moment, enough to make you feel a stir in your pants.

"Good," she says, leaning closer, her voice quiet just for you. "You'll need the energy for this week." She winks, then walks back to her desk, her hips swaying in a way you can't ignore.

You grip the coffee, trying to focus as you sit, your mind caught between Saerom's subtle look and Eunbi's bold flirting.

It's 11 AM. and the office is in busy, phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and faint meeting chatter drifting from a conference room.

You're sent to the photocopy room to copy some client files, a boring task that gives you a break from your computer.

Holding the papers, you open the door to the small room, the copier's hum filling the air.

But you stop dead when you see Eunbi there, standing by the machine with her own stack of documents. She's in her tight blouse and pencil skirt, her curves standing out, her hair loose around her face.

She looks up, her lips forming that playful smile. "Morning again, darling," she says, her voice low and teasing, you grip the files tighter, unsure whether to stay or leave knowing this is a bad idea, being alone with her now.

Before you can choose, Eunbi moves toward the door, her heels clicking, and locks it with a soft click. Your heart races, the sound loud in the small room.

"Ms. Eunbi… what-" you start, but she’s already close, her eyes sharp with desire, her smile turning naughty.

"Shhhh" she whispers, putting her files down and grabbing your wrist, pulling you to her, "We've got a few minutes, darling. Let's make it quick." Her voice is full of need.

Before you can argue, she lifts her skirt, showing her smooth thighs and black lace panties.

She pulls the panties aside, revealing her pussy, already wet and shiny. Your cock hardens fast, your breath catching.

"Eunbi… here? What if--" you mutter, glancing at the locked door, the office noise just outside. Getting caught would be disastrous, someone could knock or even have a key, but her hand's already undoing your belt, pulling it opens easily.

"No one's coming," she says softly, tugging your pants down just enough to free your hard cock. "I need you, darling. Fill me." She turns, leaning on the copier, her ass out, her pussy ready.

You're torn, fear of getting caught battling the intense desire running through you. But her scent, her wetness, and the way she looks back at you, tongue slightly out, begging without words, pushes you over.

You grab her hips, line up your cock, and push inside her in one smooth motion. She gasps, her pussy hot and tight, gripping you hard, and you both try to stay quiet.

You thrust fast and hard, the copier shaking a bit under her. Her juices make your cock slick, the wet sounds barely covered by the machine's hum.

"Fuck... so big," she whispers, her voice trembling, her head tilting back as she moves with you. You grab her hair lightly, pulling just enough to make her moan quietly, her pussy squeezing tighter.

It's quick and frantic, your cock pounding into her, her ass bouncing, her panties pushed aside, her skirt hiked up. You're both trying to be silent, but her soft moans and your heavy breathing fill the room.

"I need this," she whispers, her voice dirty, and your cock pulses, the forbidden thrill driving you closer to the edge.

You're almost there, and you feel her pussy tightening, her body shaking. "Ms. Eunbi... I'm gonna..." you whisper, but she shakes her head, pushing back harder.

"Inside, darling," she gasps. "Give mommy your cum." Her words break you, and with one last thrust, you come, your cock throbbing as you fill her, hot and thick.

She gasps, her pussy gripping you, coming too, her juices mixing with yours, dripping down her thighs as she trembles against the copier.

You pull out, breathing hard, your cock wet, her pussy leaking your cum as she fixes her panties and skirt, turning to you with a smug grin. "Good boy," she whispers, kissing you fast, her lips soft but eager.

She unlocks the door, grabs her files like nothing happened, and says, "See you later," with a wink, slipping out. You’re left stunned, heart pounding, the copier still humming as you try to wrap your head around the risky thrill of what just happened.

You're trying to pull yourself together, grabbing your files from the copier, when the door creaks open again. Your stomach drops as Seoyeon steps in, her tablet under one arm, a few papers in hand.

Seoyeon's presence is so different from Eunbi's bold vibe, quiet, shy, her long hair tucked behind her ear, her eyes meeting yours with a soft, hesitant smile that warms your chest.

"Oh, hi," she says gently, heading to the copier. "Just need a few copies for the pitch." She sets her things down, not noticing anything at first, but then her nose wrinkles, and she pauses, sniffing the air.

Your face heats up, panic hitting hard. The room smells of sex, Eunbi's juices, your cum, the raw heat of what just happened. You're sure Seoyeon can tell, and the idea of her realizing you just fucked Eunbi here makes you want to vanish.

"Uh, yeah, just… finishing up," you mumble, gripping your files tightly, your voice sounding forced. You shift awkwardly, hoping she doesn't figure it out.

Seoyeon looks at you, her brow creasing for a moment, but then she laughs softly to herself. "Weird smell in here," she mutters, almost like she's talking to herself, before turning to the copier, her fingers tapping the screen.

You let out a quiet breath, relief mixing with shame, your cock stirring slightly at the memory of Eunbi's pussy even as you stand here with Seoyeon, your crush, who has no clue about what just happened.

You want to say something, maybe chat to make things feel normal, but your mind's empty, caught between Eunbi's wild moans and Seoyeon's gentle presence. "Need help with that?" you ask weakly, pointing at the copier, trying to act casual.

She smiles, shaking her head. "I'm good, thanks." Her voice is soft, her eyes kind, and you feel a twinge of guilt, like you're betraying her just by being here after what you did. You nod, muttering a quick, "See you, then."

The next few weeks are wild, your life caught in a loop of secret hookups and sneaky moments that keep you on edge.

Eunbi doesn't stop. She finds any reason to get you alone, another quickie in the photocopy room, a fast fuck in the storage closet, her skirt up, panties pushed aside, your cock deep in her wet pussy as she whispers, "Mommy needs this, darling."

Every time, she comes hard, her juices soaking you, begging you to cum inside her, and you can't resist, your cock pulsing as you fill her again and again.

In the office, her teasing is quieter now, a coffee here, a light touch there, but her eyes always hint at more, and you're hooked, even though getting caught feels closer every day.

[seraphicby]

Office Desire (Saerom)

Synopsis: You are a 21 year old working as Junior Writer at some Digital Agency. Three women, Ms. Saerom from marketing, Ms. Eunbi from sales, and Seoyeon as new Junior Strategist, keep pulling you out of your bubble. They bring teasing, tension, and feelings you're not sure you're ready to deal with.

Lee Saerom / Kwon Eunbi / Yoon Seoyeon

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A heated night with Saerom, sharp witted and seductive, ignites a spark that shakes your world.

It's Thursday afternoon, and the office is loud and busy as you working on a client's tagline at your desk.

An email from Saerom pops up: "Files Needed ASAP."

She writes, "Hey, cutie. Got those files? Bring them to me. Don't be late." Her tone makes you blush. Saerom's always teasing you, winking, touching your arm in meetings, making you nervous with her charm.

You copy the files onto a flash drive and walk to her desk. Saerom's area is neat but has her style, coffee mugs with lipstick marks, fashion magazines, and a photo of her looking glamorous. She's typing, looking sharp in a tight blazer, her hair perfectly smooth.

"Here's the files," you say quietly, handing her the drive.

She smiles, taking it, her fingers touching yours a bit too long. "So quick," she teases, leaning back, her skirt sliding up slightly, "Hold up. I wanna check them."

You nod, stand awkwardly as she opens the files, her eyes flicking to you playfully.

Suddenly, she pulls you closer by your waist. "Don't be shy," she says, her voice soft.

You freeze as her hand moves lower, brushing against your pants where your cock already half hard from her teasing.

"What's this?" she whispers, smirking, her fingers tracing you slowly. You're embarrassed, unable to speak, your face turns hot.

"Ms. Saerom-" you start, but she laughs.

"Ms.? Just call me Saerom, with noona would be better," she says, her touch bolder, making you tense, "Relax, no ones looking."

Her perfume surrounds you, and your torn part of you wants to run, but part of you likes it. The office is busy, and no one notices, but the risk makes it intense.

Then, Eunbi from sales walks up, confident and smiling. "Saerom, are you stealing our writer again?" she teases, noticing Saerom's hand near your pants.

Saerom doesn't move, saying, "Just checking his... work."

Eunbi laughs, stepping closer, "Are you okay, darling?" she says to you, her hand brushing your arm.

"I'm fine," you mumble, stepping back.

Saerom lets go slowly, winking. "Good job, cutie." she says.

Eunbi smiles as you hurry back to your desk, still flustered, heart pounding.

At your desk, you try to calm down, don't know if you can handle this forever.

The day is finally over, and you're at your desk, shoving your laptop and papers into your bag, ready to head home and crash.

You're exhausted from the day, trying to keep up with work. All you want is to relax and forget the office chaos.

As you zip up your bag, Saerom walks over, her heels clicking softly.

She's still in her tight blazer, her hair a little messy but sexy, and that teasing smile is back on her face. She leans against your desk, close enough that you catch her strong perfume, and it makes your stomach flip.

"Hey, cutie," she says, her voice low and playful, like she's up to something, "Got plans tonight? I need your favor to help me move some boxes at my place. It won't take long." She tilts her head, her eyes locked on yours, making you more nervous.

You pause, gripping your bag, "Uh, I just gonna go home," you say quietly, avoiding her gaze. You're tired, and the idea of more work sounds like too much. Plus, Saerom's flirty always leaves you flustered, and you're not sure if you can handle being alone with her.

She pouts, stepping closer, her hand brushing your arm lightly. "Please?" she says, her voice softer now, almost begging.

"I'll make it worth it. I'll cook you dinner, something really good, like pasta or steak. And I'll give you some cash for the help. Come on, don't make me beg too hard." She giggles, biting her lip, and her fingers linger on your sleeve, sending a little tension through you.

Your face heats up, and you feel your cock twitch in your pants, stirred by her closeness and that flirty tone. You know she's trouble, her teasing in the office already messes with your head, but the thought of being at her place, eating her food, maybe seeing more of her game, pulls you in.

You glance at her, and her eyes are sparkling with mischief, like she knows exactly what she's doing to you. "Huft... okay," you mumble, barely audible, your heart pounding. "I'll help."

Saerom's grin lights up, and she claps her hands together, "Yes! You're the best," she says, her voice excited.

"Meet me at my car in ten minutes, okay? Don't keep me waiting," she winks, her hips swaying as she walks away, leaving you staring after her, your mind racing.

You sit back down for a second, trying to calm the heat in your cheeks and the growing hardness in your pants. You're nervous, excited, and a little scared, wondering what's waiting at her place and if you're ready for whatever she has planned.

You don't know much about her, just bits and pieces from office chatter. She's young, maybe in her early thirties, but already a widow.

Her husband passed away a couple of years ago, leaving her alone, and you've heard she's been on her own since. It makes her flirty, confident vibe feel a little heavier, like there's a story behind her teasing smiles.

You grab your bag and head to the parking lot, spotting Saerom's sleek black car. She's already inside, her window rolled down, "Hop in, cutie," she calls.

You nod, feeling a bit shy, and slide into the passenger seat. The car smells like her perfume, and your heart beats faster, but you try to stay cool.

Saerom focuses on driving, her hands steady on the wheel, eyes on the road. She doesn't tease or flirt, just hums softly to the radio, which is a relief.

The ride is quick and quiet, no weird moments, and you're glad for that. You can calm down, stare out of the window, enjoy the scenes of lights night city.

In no time, you pull up to her apartment building, a modern, tall place with glass windows. She parks and turns to you, smiling. "Thanks for coming," she says.

"Let’s head up." You grab your bag and follow her, feeling nervous but curious, wondering what's next in her world.

You follow Saerom into her apartment, and the door clicks shut behind you. Her place is nice, spacious, with modern furniture, big windows showing the city lights, and a cozy vibe.

"I'm gonna change real quick," Saerom says, pointing to the couch, "Sit, make yourself at home." She disappears down a hallway, leaving you alone.

You set your bag down and wander a bit, looking around. The apartment feels personal, there's a shelf with books, some plants, and a few framed photos.

One catches your eye: a picture of a man, maybe in his late twenties, smiling brightly. It must be her late husband. You remember what you heard at the office, that she's a young widow, her husband gone too soon.

Your chest tightens, feeling sorry for her loss. She's so lively at work, but this must weigh on her.

As you're staring at the photo, Saerom's voice startles you, right behind your ear, "He looks a lot like you."

You jump, turning to find her standing close, her breath warm on your neck. Your heart skips. "A-a lot?” you stammer, caught off guard.

She nods, her eyes soft but with a bitter smile. "Mhm. He was younger than me, cute, quiet, worked hard. But fate took him first." Her voice is steady, but there’s pain there.

You don't know what to say, feeling awkward. "I-I'm sorry," you mumble, looking down.

Saerom tilts her head, her smile warming a little. "Sorry for what? You didn't do anything wrong."

She steps closer, and you finally notice what she's wearing a black lingerie robe, thick but sheer enough to show her bra and panties underneath.

Your eyes widen, and your face burns. Your cock twitches in your pants, and you try to focus on her face, but it’s hard.

"Ms. Saerom..." you start, voice shaky, "a-are you sure about... that outfit?" you gesture vaguely, embarrassed.

She laughs, amused, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What? Don't like it? Is it ugly?" she teases, stepping even closer, her robe brushing your arm.

"Or... want me to wear nothing?” Her voice is bold now, daring, and your cock hardens more, making you shift uncomfortably.

"N-no, no!" you blurt, waving your hands.

"Keep it on! I mean, it's fine. Better than... nothing." Your words tumble out.

Saerom grins, "Alright, since my cutie want me to cover this," she listens to you and grabs a thicker robe, tying it tightly so it covers her body better.

You feel a bit relieved, your heart still racing from her teasing, but now you can focus.

"Let's get the work," she leads you to a small storage room in her apartment.

She points out boxes and items that need moving and organizing. "Just put these in there, stack them neatly," she says, her tone more practical now, though her playful smile lingers.

You get to work, carrying boxes and bags to the storage room. The stuff isn't heavy, mostly old books, clothes, and some random decor, but there's a lot of it, and it takes effort to move and arrange everything. You're sweating a bit, your arms tired as you stack boxes on shelves and push bags into corners.

Saerom follows you, giving directions like, "That one goes on the top shelf," or "Put those in the back, please." She’s close, watching you work, her presence still making you a little nervous.

After tidying up the storage room, you're sweaty and tired.

Saerom claps her hands with a grin, "You've more than earned that dinner I promised," she says, her voice light.

"Give me some minutes to cook something for you." She heads to the kitchen, and soon the apartment fills with the mouthwatering aroma of garlic and cream.

You sit at her small, cozy dining table, watching her move confidently around the kitchen. She’s still in her thicker robe, her hair loose now, and you try to shake off the lingering tension from earlier.

In about 10 minutes, she brings over two plates of creamy fettuccine Alfredo, the pasta glossy with sauce, and two tall glasses of iced tea with lemon slices, "Hope you're hungry," she says, sitting across from you, her smile warm and inviting.

You dig in, and the pasta is delicious, rich and perfectly cooked, the iced tea refreshing after all the work.

As you eat, Saerom starts talking about her late husband, "He was a lot like you, you know," she says softly, twirling her fork in her pasta.

"Quiet, kind of shy, but so dedicated. He'd work late, always trying to make things better for us. We had dreams, traveling, maybe starting a little business. But then he got sick... and he was gone before we could do any of it." Her voice stays steady, but her eyes sharing old pain.

You listen closely, nodding, feeling her loss in the quiet pauses. "That sounds really tough," you say gently, wanting to comfort her but unsure how.

She gives you a small, bittersweet smile, "It was. But life goes on, right?"

You finish eating, and the meal leaves you full and content. Saerom stands, stacking the empty plates. "Let me grab that money I owe you," she says, heading to her room, "Stay there."

You lean back in the chair, sipping the last of your iced tea, thinking about her story, how she's so strong, carrying that grief yet still teasing at work. It makes you see her differently, like there's more to her than the flirty office games.

A moment later, she's back, holding a few crisp bills. "Here you go," she says, handing them to you with a smile.

You take the money, mumbling, "Thanks, Ms. Saerom." But before you can pocket it, she steps closer, her fingers tugging at the tie of her robe.

In one smooth motion, she pulls it open and lets it drop to the floor, revealing she's completely naked underneath, no black lingerie she had wear it before.

Her skin glows under the soft apartment lights, every curve exposed, and your jaw drops. Your cock surges to life, instantly hard, straining painfully against your pants.

"This is what you were hoping for, right?" she asks, her voice low and teasing, a wicked smirk playing on her lips.

You're speechless, face burning, heart hammering in your chest. Your eyes can't help but trace her body, and your cock throbs.

"I-I... uh," you stammer, brain scrambled, torn between shock and raw desire.

Saerom stands confidently, unbothered by her nudity, clearly enjoying how flustered you are.

She grabs your wrist, her grip firm but not rough. "Come," she says, her voice low and commanding.

Before you can process, she's pulling you toward her bedroom, her naked body moving ahead of you. Your heart pounds, your cock throbbing so hard it's almost painful, and you're half-dazed, unsure if you're scared or just too turned on to think straight.

She leads you into her room, dimly lit, with a big bed covered in soft sheets, and yanks you toward it, pushing you down onto the mattress with a playful but dominant shove.

You land on your back, staring up at her, your breath shaky. She's standing over you, completely bare naked, her eyes intense and hungry.

You're nervous about her boldness, her control. "Ms. Saerom…" you start, voice trembling, trying to find words.

She cuts you off, leaning down, her face close to yours. "Don't 'Ms.' me," she says, her tone sharp but teasing.

"Call me noona if you want this to keep going," her hands move to her body, one cupping her breast, squeezing it slowly, the other sliding down to her pussy, her fingers brushing herself like she's putting on a show.

The sight makes your cock twitch, straining against your pants, and you can't hold back anymore.

"Noona... S-Saerom-noona!" you blurt out, the words spilling from you instinctively.

Her eyes light up, and she smirks, pleased. "Good boy," she purrs, climbing onto the bed.

She straddles you, her bare skin warm against your clothed body, and leans down, kissing you deeply.

Her lips are soft, her tongue pushing into your mouth, and you melt under her, kissing her back as your hands hover, unsure where to touch.

She presses herself closer, her weight pinning you down, until you both lying on the bed, her body on top of yours, her kiss pulling you deeper into the heat of the moment. Your cock pulses beneath her, and you're lost, caught in her control, not sure where this is going but too far gone to care.

Her hands move to your jeans. Still straddling you, she deftly unbuckles your belt, the metal clinking softly, and pops open the button with ease.

Her fingers tug down your zipper, all while her tongue dances with yours, keeping you dizzy with sensation. You're pinned beneath her on the bed, heart racing, your cock so hard it's almost painful.

She breaks the kiss just enough to glance down, her hand slipping into your open jeans. With a quick tug, she pulls them down slightly, freeing your fully erect cock.

It springs out, throbbing, and she wraps her fingers around it, stroking slowly. Her touch is warm and deliberate, sending a jolt through your body.

You gasp against her lips, and she smirks into the kiss, clearly enjoying your reaction. Her thumb brushes over the tip, spreading the slick pre-cum that's already leaking out, making her strokes smoother, teasingly slow.

"Relax, cutie, you're not going anywhere, aren't you?" she whispers against your mouth, her voice low and sultry, before kissing you again, deeper this time.

Her lips move against yours, her kiss fierce and consuming, while her hand keeps stroking your cock, slow and teasing, spreading the pre-cum over your length.

Your breaths come out shaky, every touch making your body tense with need.

She pulls back from the kiss, her eyes glinting with that familiar mischievous spark, and she shifts lower, her bare skin brushing against you as she moves.

"Look at you, so hard for noona," she murmurs, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Her grip tightens slightly, pumping your cock a little faster now, her fingers slick with your pre-cum.

You groan softly, hips twitching up into her hand, unable to help yourself. She chuckles, low and sultry, clearly loving how much control she has over you.

She leans down, her breath hot against your neck as she whispers, "You're so cute when you're like this."

Her lips graze your skin, kissing along your jaw, then lower, while her hand never stops its steady rhythm.

Your cock throbs harder, the heat of her touch and her closeness driving you to the edge. You're still fully clothed except for your open jeans, and the contrast of her naked body against you makes everything feel even more intense.

"Saerom-noona..." you manage to gasp, your voice weak.

She smirks, slowing her strokes again, teasing you, keeping you right on the edge, "Shh, just let me take care of you," she says, her free hand sliding up your chest, pushing your shirt up to expose your skin.

Her fingers trail over your stomach, and you shiver under her touch, your cock pulsing in her grip. You're completely at her control, heart pounding, not sure how much more you can take.

Her hand keeps stroking your cock, her fingers slick with your pre-cum, moving in a slow, torturous rhythm that makes your whole body tense with need.

Her lips trail from your neck back to your mouth, kissing you deeply, her tongue swirling against yours, pulling soft moans from you. You're still pinned under her on the bed, your jeans pushed down just enough to free your throbbing cock, your shirt bunched up from her roaming hands.

She pulls back from the kiss, her eyes dark with hunger, a wicked smile curling her lips. "You're such a good boy for noona," she purrs, her voice low and teasing.

Her hand slows on your cock, and you whimper, hips bucking slightly, desperate for more. She chuckles, clearly enjoying how much she's unraveling you. "Patience," she whispers, shifting her body lower, her breasts brushing against your chest as she moves down.

Your heart races as you realize where she's going. Saerom settles between your legs, her hands tugging your jeans down further to give her more access.

Your cock stands fully hard, glistening with pre-cum from her earlier teasing. She looks up at you, locking eyes, and the intensity in her gaze makes your breath catch.

Without breaking eye contact, she leans forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of your cock, tasting the slickness there. You groan, your head falling back against the pillow, the sensation sharp and electric.

“Fuck, Saerom-noona...” you mumble, voice shaky. She smirks, clearly pleased, and wraps her lips around the head of your cock, sucking gently at first.

Her tongue swirls over the tip, warm and wet, and your hips twitch up instinctively. She hums against you, the vibration sending a jolt through your body, and takes you deeper into her mouth, her lips sliding down your length. Her hand grips the base of your cock, stroking what her mouth doesn't cover, while her tongue works you with slow, deliberate licks.

She's good, too good. Her mouth is hot and tight, and she bobs her head slowly, sucking harder each time she pulls back. Your cock is soaked now, slick with her spit and your pre-cum, and the wet sounds fill the room, mixing with your uneven breaths.

You grip the sheets, trying to stay grounded, but it's overwhelming, her lips, her tongue, the way she moans softly around you like she's enjoying it as much as you are. Your cock throbs in her mouth, and you're already so close, the heat building fast.

Saerom senses it and pulls off with a soft pop, her lips shiny, a string of spit connecting her mouth to your cock. "Not yet," she teases, licking her lips as she crawls back up your body.

"I'm not done with you," her voice is sultry, and your eyes widen as she straddles you again, positioning herself right over your slick, aching cock.

You can feel the heat of her pussy hovering just above you, and it’s driving you crazy, "Saerom-noona..." you start, but she shushes you with a finger to your lips.

"Shushh, silence," she says, gripping your cock with one hand, lining it up with her entrance.

She's wet, dripping, you can tell, and the sight of her above you, naked and confident, makes your head spin.

Slowly, she lowers herself, the head of your cock slipping into her tight, warm pussy. You both gasp, she's so hot and slick, gripping you perfectly as she sinks down, taking you inch by inch until you're fully inside her.

"Oh, fuck," you groan, your hands instinctively grabbing her hips, feeling the softness of her skin.

She moans softly, her head tilting back as she adjusts to your size, her pussy clenching around you, making your cock pulse inside her.

"So good," she murmurs, starting to move, her hips rolling slowly at first, grinding down on you. The sensation is intense, her tight walls squeezing you, and you're already fighting to hold on.

Saerom leans forward, her hands on your chest, pushing your shirt up further as she rides you, her movements picking up speed.

Her breasts bounce slightly, and you can't stop staring at her, her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the way she looks like she's lost in this as much as you are.

"You like this, don't you?" she whispers, her voice teasing but breathy, her pussy tightening around your cock as she moves faster.

You nod, barely able to speak, your hands gripping her hips tighter, urging her on.

Your cock is buried deep in her now, every thrust of her hips sending waves of pleasure through you, the sound of her moans and the wet slap of her skin against yours filling your ears.

You're close, too close, and she knows it, her eyes locking on yours as she rides you harder, daring you to lose control.

"Saerom-noona... I-I can't..." you stammer, your cock throbbing inside her, the pressure building fast.

"Not yet, good boy," she says, leaning down to kiss you again, her lips crashing against yours as her pussy squeezes you even tighter. .

"Saerom-noona..." you gasp, your voice desperate as your hands gripping her hips tighter, trying to hold on.

She smirks, slowing her movements just enough to keep you teetering on the brink, her pussy clenching around you like she's enjoyed every second of this.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" she whispers, leaning down, her lips brushing your ear. Her breath is hot, and her words send a shiver through you.

"You're doing so well for noona." She straightens up again, her hands sliding down to brace on your stomach as she picks up the pace, her hips slamming down harder now.

Your cock is so hard it hurts, slick with her juices, and you can feel the pressure building, your whole body tensing.

She notices, her eyes glinting with that playtful spark, "Don't you dare come yet," she says, her voice firm but playful, "I want to enjoy you a little longer."

She grinds down slowly now, letting you feel every inch of her tight walls as she drags herself up and down your length.

You groan, your head falling back against the pillow, your hands clutching her hips like they're the only thing keeping you grounded.

It's torture, the way she’s controlling the pace, keeping you right on the edge but not letting you tip over.

She leans forward again, her breasts brushing your chest as she kisses you, her tongue dive into your mouth. You kiss her back, your hips bucking up into her instinctively.

She pulls back, gasping softly, a string of spit connecting your lips. "So eager," she teases, her hand reaching down to grip the base of your cock, giving it a quick squeeze before she starts riding you again, faster this time.

Your cock pulses inside her, the heat and tightness overwhelming. "Noona... please..." you beg, your voice barely a whisper, your body trembling under her.

You're so close, every thrust pushing you further, the slick heat of her pussy driving you insane.

She smirks, clearly loving how desperate you are, and shifts her hips, angling herself so your cock hits deeper, making her moan louder.

"Okay, good boy," she murmurs, her voice breathy now, like she's getting close too, "Let's see how much you can take."

She rides you harder, her pussy clamping down on your cock, and you can't hold back anymore.

Your hips jerk up, your cock throbbing as the pressure snaps, "I'm cumming-!" and you come hard, "Erghh..." a low groan escaping you as you spill inside her, wave after wave of release flooding through you.

Saerom moans, feeling you fill her, and she keeps moving, riding you through your orgasm, her hips slowing but never stopping, "Good boy," she whispers, leaning down to kiss you softly, her lips gentle now.

Your cock twitches inside her, still sensitive, as she finally stills, her body warm and heavy on top of you. She stays there for a moment, catching her breath, her pussy still gripping you tightly, before sliding off slowly, leaving you empty and dazed.

She lies next to you, her hand resting on your chest, a satisfied smile on her face. "You did good," she says softly, her teasing edge gone, replaced by something warmer.

You're still catching your breath, your mind spinning, your cock softening but still tingling from the intensity.

You gasp awake, your vision blurry, body heavy against the soft sheets.

As your eyes adjust to the dim light, the reality hits you like a shockwave, you had sex with Saerom.

Your heart starts pounding again, and you turn your head to see her sitting beside you on the bed, naked, her body barely covered by the same thin sheet draped over you.

Her hair is messy, her skin glowing faintly in the low light, and she’s looking at you with a soft, amused smile.

"Ms. Saerom...?" you mumble, voice hoarse, your mind scrambling to piece it together.

"What...? did I...?" You’re dazed, still processing the intensity of what happened, your cock twitching faintly at the memory of her riding you, her tight pussy gripping you.

Saerom chuckles, leaning closer, and playfully flicks your nose with her finger, "Yes, you did," she says, her voice teasing but warm.

"You fucked me, cutie boy. Don't act so surprised," her words are blunt, and your face burns, a feel of embarrassment swirling in your chest.

She shifts, the sheet slipping slightly, revealing more of her skin, and you can’t help but glance at her curves before looking away, flustered.

You sit up slowly, the sheet falling to your lap, exposing your bare chest, "I-I... didn't expect..." you stammer, rubbing your face, trying to make sense of it.

Saerom tilts her head, her smile softening. "You are definitely expected this, aren't you?" she says, her hand resting on your arm, her touch gentle now.

"You were great. No need to overthink it." She pulls the sheet tighter around herself, but her eyes stay locked on yours, still carrying that playful glint.

"Want some water? Or... round two?" she teases, raising an eyebrow, and you feel your cock twitch again, your body betraying how much you’re still drawn to her.

She slips out of bed, the sheet still wrapped loosely around her, and pads to the kitchen, "Stay there," she calls over her shoulder, her voice light.

You sit on her bed, still half-dazed, your jeans awkwardly pulled back up but unbuttoned, your shirt crumpled. Your mind replays the night, her body on yours, her moans, the way she called you "good boy"

She returns with a glass of water and hands it to you, her fingers brushing yours, "Drink," she says, sitting beside you, the sheet slipping slightly to reveal her shoulder and a hint of her chest.

You take the glass, sipping slowly, the cool water calming your dry throat. You're shy, avoiding her gaze, staring at the glass.

Saerom leans back, propping herself on one hand, watching you with a small, knowing smile, "You’re so quiet now," she teases, her tone gentle.

"Was I too much for you?" she laughs softly, and you shake your head, cheeks burning, taking another sip to avoid answering.

She starts chatting casually, like you didn't just fuck her senseless. "You did good with those boxes earlier," she says.

"Stronger than you look." Her voice is warm, almost normal, but the way she's sitting there, barely covered, keeps you on edge.

Then she shifts closer, her tone changing, more curious. "So... I've seen you at work, you know. The way you look at Seoyeon," she tilts her head, her eyes narrowing playfully.

"Got a little crush on her, don't you? Those sneaky glances when she's sketching at her tablet, the way you smile when you two chat in the pantry..."

Your stomach flips, caught off guard. You nearly choke on your water, setting the glass down on the nightstand. "W-what? Seoyeon? I-I don't..." you stammer, face hot, but Saerom just grins, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.

"Oh, don't lie," she says, nudging your arm with her elbow.

"It's cute. She's sweet, right? Quiet like you, but I bet she's got a wild side too," she winks, and you're not sure if she's teasing or fishing for something.

Your mind races, Seoyeon's kind smile, her soft voice, the way your heart skips when she talks to you. You do like her, but admitting it to Saerom, after what just happened, feels like stepping into a trap.

"I... I mean, she's nice," you mumble, looking down, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of the sheet. "We just talk sometimes."

Saerom laughs, leaning closer, her bare shoulder brushing yours, "Uh-huh, 'nice', sure," she pauses, her voice softening, "You know, it's okay if you like her. But..." she trails off, her hand resting on your thigh, her touch light but enough to make your cock stir again.

"You're here with me now, so maybe I'm a little jealous," her tone is playful, make you shy.

She catches your flustered expression, her playful smile turning into something hungrier. "You're cute when you're shy," she says, her voice dropping low, "but I think you've got more for noona, don't you?"

Before you can respond, she leans in, kissing you deeply, her tongue sliding against yours, reigniting the heat from earlier. You melt into it, your hands finding her waist, the sheet slipping off her completely, leaving her naked again.

She pulls back, eyes locked on yours, and slides off the bed, standing at the edge, "Come here," she says, her tone commanding but teasing.

She turns, bending over the bed, her hands bracing on the mattress, her ass up and inviting. The sight of her like this, curves exposed, pussy glistening from earlier, makes your cock fully hard again, throbbing with need.

"Fuck me like this," she says, glancing back at you, her voice daring, a smirk on her lips.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding, but you're too turned on to hesitate long. You kick off your jeans completely, your shirt tossed aside, and move behind her, your hands shaking slightly as you grip her hips.

Her skin is warm, soft, and she arches her back, pushing her ass toward you, making it clear she wants you now, "Don't be shy, be a good boy," she murmurs, wiggling her hips slightly, her pussy slick and ready.

You line up your cock, the tip brushing against her wet folds, and you groan at the contact. She's so warm, so inviting, and you can't hold back.

You push into her slowly, feeling her tight pussy stretch around you, gripping you as you slide deeper. She moans, low and needy, her head dropping forward as you fill her, "Fuck, yes..." she breathes, her voice shaking with pleasure. "Yeah, like that."

You start moving, thrusting into her, your hands gripping her hips tighter to steady yourself. Her pussy feels incredible, hot and wet, clenching around your cock with every thrust.

Sound of your hips slapping against her ass fills the room, mixing with her moans and your heavy breaths. Your cock throbs inside her, the pleasure building fast.

"Harder," she says, her voice sharp, turning her head to look back at you. Her eyes are dark, urging you on.

"Fuck me harder," you obey, picking up the pace, slamming into her with more force, your fingers digging into her hips.

She gasps, then moans louder, her hands clutching the sheets as she pushes back against you, meeting your thrusts, "Good boy... like that," she pants, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

You're lost in it now, your cock buried deep in her pussy, the wet, tight heat. You reach forward, grabbing a handful of her hair gently, pulling just enough to make her moan louder.

She loves it, her pussy tightening around you, and you feel yourself getting close again, the pressure building in your balls.

"Ms. Saerom... I'm..." you start, your voice strained, but she cuts you off, "Not yet," she gasps, pushing back harder.

"Make me come first," her words are a challenge, and you focus, thrusting deeper, faster, angling your cock to hit her just right.

Her moans turn into cries, her body trembling under you, and you can tell she's close.

Your hand slides around to her front, finding her clit, rubbing it in quick circles as you fuck her.

"Fuck yeah... so good," that pushes her over the edge,

"Ahh~!" she screams, her pussy clamping down on your cock as she comes, her whole body shaking.

You thrust a few more times, before your cock pulses hard, and pleasure snapped, you come, spilling deep inside her, "Ms. Saerom!" you groaning as the pleasure washes over you.

Saerom moans softly, riding out her orgasm as you fill her, her hips still moving slightly until you’re both spent.

You pull out slowly, your cock slick and softening, and collapse onto the bed beside her, breathing hard.

Saerom lowers herself onto the mattress, turning to face you, a satisfied smile on her face. The sheet is somewhere on the floor now, and she doesn't bother covering up, her sweaty, flushed body pressed close to yours.

She shifts closer, her lips brushing your ear. "You're not done yet, are you, good boy?" she whispers, sending a shiver down your spine.

You swallow, unsure if you can keep up, but her hand slides down your stomach, brushing dangerously close to your cock, and you feel it twitch, already stirring again. "Ms. Saerom..." you mumble, half-exhausted, half-turned on, but she just chuckles, nipping at your earlobe.

"I'm noona for now" she coaxes, rolling onto her side, her back facing you, her ass pressing lightly against your hips.

"One more for noona," she glances over her shoulder, her eyes daring you, and wiggles her hips, the curve of her body inviting you in. You can't resist her, your cock hardens fully again, pressing against her ass.

You wrap an arm around her, pulling her tight against your chest, your lips brushing her neck as you position yourself. Your cock nudges between her thighs, finding her pussy, still wet and slick from your last round, your cum mixed with her juices.

"Fuck me now," she murmurs, her voice soft but needy, pushing back slightly to guide you in.

Slide into her slowly, you spoon her, your cock slipping easily into her tight, warm pussy.

She moans softly, her head tilting back against your shoulder as you fill her, the angle making her feel impossibly tighy, "Oh, yes..." she breathes, her hand reaching back to grip your hip, urging you deeper.

You start moving, thrusting gently at first, your cock gliding in and out of her, the wet heat gripping you with every stroke, your bodies pressed so close, your arm wrapped around her, one hand cupping her breast as you fuck her.

"Harder," she says, her voice a little sharper now, her ass pushing back against you.

You pick up the pace, thrusting deeper, your cock hitting spots that make her gasp, her pussy clenching around you.

Your hand squeezes her breast, your fingers teasing her nipple, and she whimpers, her body trembling against yours. You kiss her neck, sucking lightly on her skin, and she tilts her head to give you more access, her hand tightening on your hip.

"Good boy..." she pants, her voice shaky with pleasure.

Your cock throbs inside her, the slow build of pleasure growing faster now, her pussy so tight and perfect it's driving you wild.

You slide your hand down from her breast to her stomach, then lower, finding her clit. You rub it in small, firm circles, and she cries out, her body arching against you, her pussy squeezing your cock even tighter.

"Fuck, Saerom-noona..." you groan, your thrusts getting harder, more desperate. She's moaning louder now, her body shaking as you fuck her, your fingers working her clit in time with your cock.

"I'm close," she gasps, her voice raw, her hand clutching your arm. You keep going, pounding into her, your cock pulsing, the pleasure overwhelming.

She comes first, her pussy clamping down hard on your cock as she moans your name, her body shuddering in your arms.

You thrust deep, groaning as you come, your cock spurting inside her, filling her again.

Keep moving, you ride out the waves of pleasure, your bodies locked together, until you're both spent, your breaths heavy and uneven.

Saerom relaxes against you, her body soft and warm in your arms, your cock still inside her, softening slowly. She turns her head slightly, kissing your jaw, a tired but satisfied smile on her lips.

She shifts slightly, turning in your arms to face you, her lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. Her eyes, still heavy with lust, sparkle with that familiar teasing glint. "Ready for next?” she murmurs, her voice husky, a playful challenge in her tone.

Shake your head, your heart racing again, your cock already stirring at her words despite how spent you feel. "Saerom-noona..." you start, voice weak, but she just smiles, kissing you again, deeper this time, her tongue flicking against yours.

She pulls back, sliding out of your arms and lying on her back, she spreads her legs wide, her thighs parting slowly, giving you a clear view of her pussy, still slick with your cum and her juices, pink and inviting.

She reaches down with one hand, her fingers gently parting her folds, showing you how wet she is, her entrance glistening. "Come on, good boy," she says, her voice low and seductive, her eyes locked on yours. "Fuck me like this. I want to see your face."

Your cock hardens fully at the sight, throbbing with renewed need in your body. You move, positioning yourself between her legs, your hands trembling slightly as you brace them on either side of her.

She's so open, so confident, and the way she's looking at you, like she's daring you to please her, makes your pulse race.

Lean down, you kissing her softly, and she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer, her lips hungry against yours.

Line up your cock, the tip brushing against her wet folds, and she moans softly, her hips tilting up to meet you. "Don't make noona wait," she whispers, her fingers digging into your shoulders.

Push in slowly, you feel her pussy stretch around you, so tight and warm, still dripping from before. She gasps as you fill her, her legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you deeper, "Fuck, yes..." she breathes, her head tilting back, her eyes fluttering shut.

You start thrusting, your cock sliding in and out of her with slow, deep strokes at first. Her pussy grips you tightly, every movement sending sparks of pleasure through you. Her moans are soft but needy, her hands roaming your back, nails grazing your skin.

"Harder," she says, her voice sharp, urging you on. You pick up the pace, slamming into her, your hips meeting hers with a wet slap that fills the room. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and she opens her eyes, locking them on yours, her gaze intense and raw.

"God, you're so good," she moans, her hands sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you even deeper. Her pussy clenches around your cock, making you groan, your thrusts growing more desperate.

Lean down, you kiss her neck, sucking lightly on her skin, and she arches into you, her moans louder now. Your hand finds her breast, squeezing it, your thumb teasing her nipple, and she whimpers, her body trembling beneath you.

You can feel the pressure building again, your cock throbbing inside her, the slick heat of her pussy driving you closer to the edge. "Saerom-noona... I'm..." your voice strained, but she cuts you off, her hands cupping your face, pulling you into another deep kiss.

"Come for me," she whispers against your lips, her pussy tightening around you, pushing you over.

You thrust hard, one last time, and come, groaning loudly as you spill inside her, your cock pulsing with every wave.

"Yes... ahh~!" she moans, her legs tightening around you as she feels you fill her, her own orgasm hitting as her pussy clenches hard, her body shaking under you. You keep moving, riding out the pleasure, until you're both panting, spent, and tangled together.

She shifts, propping herself up on one elbow, her lips curling into that familiar, wicked smirk. "Last one for noona?" she murmurs, her voice soft but dripping with intent.

You're about to protest, your body pushed to its limit, but before you can speak, Saerom's hand slides down your stomach, brushing over your soft cock.

Her touch is gentle, coaxing, and even though you're drained, you feel a twitch, your body responding to her. "Saerom-noona" you mumble, half-dazed, but she shushes you with a quick kiss, her lips soft and teasing.

"Let me take care of you," she whispers, sliding down the bed, her hair trailing over your skin as she moves. She settles between your legs, her hands spreading your thighs slightly.

Your cock is half-hard now, stirred by her closeness and the anticipation of what's coming. She looks up at you, eyes glinting, and runs her tongue slowly over her lips. "Just relax, good boy."

She leans in, her breath hot against your cock before she kisses the tip, soft and deliberate. You groan, your head falling back against the pillow as she wraps her lips around you, sucking gently.

Her tongue flicks over the sensitive head, tasting the mix of your cum and her juices from earlier, and your cock hardens fully in her mouth, throbbing under her touch. She hums, the vibration sending a jolt through you, and takes you deeper, her lips sliding down your length, her hand stroking the base.

Her mouth is warm and wet, her tongue swirling around you with slow, practiced skill. She bobs her head, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing as she works you, the wet sounds filling the room.

Your hands grip the sheets, pleasure building fast despite how many times you’ve come tonight. "Fuck, noona..." you gasp, your hips twitching up instinctively, but she presses a hand on your thigh, keeping you in place, fully in control.

She pulls back slightly, her lips shiny, a string of spit connecting her mouth to your cock. "You taste so good," she murmurs, her voice sultry, before diving back in, taking you even deeper.

Her tongue presses against the underside of your cock, and she sucks hard, her hand pumping you in rhythm with her mouth. You're overwhelmed, the pleasure sharp and relentless, your cock throbbing as she pushes you closer to the edge.

"Saerom-noona... I'm gonna..." you manage, your voice strained, your body tensing.

She doesn't slow down, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, urging you on. Her mouth works faster, her lips tight around you, her hand twisting slightly as she strokes.

It's too much, the heat, the suction, the way she's so focused on making you lose it.

You groan loudly, your hips bucking, and you come, hard, your cock pulsing as you shoot into her mouth.

Saerom moans softly, taking every drop, her lips staying locked around you as you spill, her tongue milking you through the orgasm.

You're shaking, the pleasure so intense it leaves you breathless, your vision blurring for a moment.

She swallows, her throat working, and slowly pulls off, licking her lips clean with a satisfied smile. A bit of your cum glistens at the corner of her mouth, and she swipes it with her finger, popping it back in with a playful wink.

"Good boy," she says, crawling up to lie beside you, her body warm against yours. You're completely spent, your cock soft and sensitive, your body heavy with exhaustion.

You're too tired to respond, your mind a haze of pleasure and disbelief, still processing this night, fucking Saerom over and over, ending with her sucking you dry. You feel her heartbeat against you, her warmth grounding you as you drift, unsure what this all means but too worn out to care.

You stumble out of the bathroom, freshly showered, your body clean but still heavy with exhaustion from the wild night.

Your hair is damp, and you're back in your jeans and crumpled shirt, feeling a mix of satisfaction and disbelief as you replay everything in your head. You grab your bag, ready to head home, your mind still spinning.

She is waiting for you in the living room, now dressed in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, her hair tied up messily. She looks softer, less intense than before, but her eyes still have that warm, knowing glint.

She's leaning against the couch, arms crossed, a small smile on her lips as you walk in. "Feeling better?" she asks, her voice light but genuine.

You nod, a bit shy again, rubbing the back of your neck. "Yeah, thanks... for everything," you mumble, not sure what else to say.

Saerom steps closer, her smile softening. "No, thank you," she says, her tone sincere.

"For helping with the boxes... and, well, for tonight," she pauses, looking down for a moment, then back at you, her eyes searching yours.

"It's been a long time since I've felt like this… since I've fucked like that," her words are blunt, and you blush, but her honesty makes your chest tighten.

She reaches out, touching your arm gently. "You’re special, you know that?" she says, her voice quieter now.

"I mean it. Don't ever change, okay? Stay this sweet, shy guy who's so good to me." her fingers linger, and her expression turns serious.

"And don't turn away from me, no matter what. Promise me that."

You're caught off guard, her words heavy with meaning you don't fully understand, "I... I won't," you say softly, nodding, though you're not sure what you're promising. Her smile returns, small but warm, and she pulls you into a quick hug, her body soft against yours for a moment before she steps back.

"Get home safe, cutie," she says, her teasing tone creeping back in, though her eyes are still soft. You nod again, slinging your bag over your shoulder, and head for the door, your mind a mess of emotions.

You wake up the next morning, your body still tingling with the memory of last night at Saerom's apartment. You're exhausted but buzzing, barely able to focus as you get ready for work.

You step into the office, the usual hum of chatter and keyboards greeting you.

Your eyes instinctively dart to the marketing corner, where Saerom’s desk sits. She's already there, typing away, looking sharp in a fitted blazer and skirt, her hair swept to one side. As if sensing you, she glances up, her lips curling into a playful, knowing smirk.

It's subtle, just for you, but it hits like a spark, making your face heat up and your cock twitch faintly in your pants. You quickly look away, heart pounding, and hurry to your desk, trying to act normal.

You settle in, pulling out your laptop, but your minds elsewhere. Saerom's smirk lingers in your thoughts, a reminder of her naked body, her moans, her whispered promises.

You steal another glance at her, and she's still watching you, her eyes glinting with mischief before she turns back to her screen, biting her lip.

2PM, you're burned out, your eyes sore from staring at your laptop screen.

You lean back in your chair, rubbing your temples, craving a break. Your gaze drifts to Saerom's desk in the marketing corner, almost instinctively.

She's typing, but as if she feels your stare, she glances up, her eyes locking on yours.

Her lips curl into that familiar playful smirk, and she tilts her head slightly, giving you a subtle nod, a silent invitation to come over.

Your heart skips, a mix of hesitation and curiosity swirling in your chest. You glance around the office, it's busy, no one's paying attention.

Against your better judgment, you stand and walk toward her desk, your pulse quickening.

As you approach, Saerom leans back in her chair, her movements deliberate, "Hi cutie," she shrugs off her blazer, letting it slide down her shoulders, revealing a tight, white blouse that hugs her curves, the top buttons straining slightly against her chest.

The sight makes your mouth dry, your cock start stirring in your pants.

She smirks, noticing your reaction, and pats the space behind her chair, "I'm so tense," she says, her voice low, just for you.

"Be a good boy and massage my shoulders, will you? I need to relax."

You hesitate, glancing around again, but the office hums along, oblivious. You step behind her, your hands hovering before settling on her shoulders.

Her skin is warm through, and you start kneading gently, your fingers working into the tight muscles. She sighs, tilting her head back, her eyes half-closed.

"Mmm, that's nice," she murmurs, her voice soft and sultry.

"Lower, though... here." She guides your hands down, dangerously close to her chest, her blouse dipping slightly to show a hint of cleavage, your fingers brush the tops of her breasts.

She moans quietly, too quiet for anyone else to hear, but it’s enough to make your face burn, "Keep going,” she whispers, arching slightly into your touch.

Your hands tremble, massaging her chest now, feeling the soft give of her breasts under your fingers. She's clearly enjoying it, her breathing heavier, but suddenly she shifts, standing up.

"Sit," she says, her tone firm but teasing, pointing to her chair. You're confused, heart racing, but her commanding gaze leaves no room for argument.

You obey, sinking into her chair, the warm seat still carrying her scent.

She glances around briefly, then drops to her knees, crawling under the desk in one smooth motion.

Your eyes widen, panic mixing with arousal, "Ms. S-Saerom, what-" you start, but she shushes you, her hands already on your belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease.

"Quiet," she whispers, unzipping your jeans and tugging them down just enough to free your cock, already half-hard from the tension, "Let me relax you now."

Before you can protest, her lips wrap around your cock, warm and wet, sucking gently. You gasp, gripping the armrests, your body tensing as her tongue swirls over the tip, tasting the pre-cum already leaking out.

The office noise fades, keyboards, chatter, phones, all drowned out by the wet sounds of her mouth and your ragged breaths. She takes you deeper, her lips sliding down your length, her hand stroking the base, her movements slow but deliberate.

Your cock throbs in her mouth, fully hard now, and you bite your lip to stifle a groan, terrified someone might notice.

Her eyes flick up to meet yours from under the desk, glinting with mischief as she bobs her head, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing.

Her tongue presses against the underside of your cock, and you feel the pleasure building fast, your hips twitching slightly despite your effort to stay still.

"Fuck, Ms..." you whisper, barely audible, your hands knuckling the chair. She hums around your cock, the vibration sending a jolt, you're barely holding back.

Suddenly you hear the sharp click of heels approaching. Eunbi’s voice cuts through the haze, "Darling? Where's Saerom?" she asks, her tone ligh, standing just on the other side of the desk.

You snap your head up, "Ms. Eunbi! ahh... sh-she's... uh... grabbing coffee," you stammer, your voice shaky, trying to sound casual. "I'm... uh... checking her work. Yeah, she asked me to," you force a tight smile, praying Eunbi doesn't notice how flushed your face.

Saerom keeps sucking, her movements slowing slightly but not stopping, her tongue teasing the tip of your cock.

Eunbi raises an eyebrow, her sharp gaze flicking over you, like she's picking up on something off. "Checking her work, huh?" she says, her lips twitching into a knowing smile, her tone carrying that same playful edge she always has. She steps closer, leaning slightly against the desk, her blazer opens just enough to draw your eye to her curves. "You look... tense. Everything okay, darling?"

You nod quickly, too quickly, your cock twitching in Saerom's mouth as she takes you deeper, her hand stroking faster now, clearly enjoying the risk, "Y-yeah, fine," you manage, your voice cracking slightly.

"Just... focused." Your heart is racing, torn between the fear of getting caught and the overwhelming pleasure of Saerom's lips and tongue working you under the desk.

Eunbi tilts her head, her smile widening, like she's not entirely buying it. "Hmm. Well, tell Saerom I need her for a quick chat when she's back from her coffee run," she says, her voice dripping with amusement.

She lingers for a moment, her eyes scanning you, then turns to walk away, her heels clicking as she heads back to her side of the office. You let out a shaky breath, relief flooding you.

Saerom doesn't let up, her mouth moving faster now, sucking harder, her tongue swirling around the head of your cock. The thrill of almost getting caught pushes you over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm cumming...!” you whisper, barely audible, your body tensing as the pressure snaps. You come hard, your cock pulsing as you spill into her mouth, waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Saerom moans softly, her lips staying locked around you, swallowing every drop as her tongue milks you through the orgasm.

Saerom finally pulls off with a quiet pop, licking her lips as she crawls out from under the desk, her face flushed but smug.

"Good boy," she whispers, wiping the corner of her mouth before standing, smoothing her blouse like nothing happened.

"You handled that well," she teases, her eyes glinting as she sits back in her chair, grabbing her blazer to slip it on.

You're still catching your breath, your cock softening in your open jeans, your mind a mess of panic and pleasure.

"That... that was too close," you mutter, zipping up quickly, your face burning. Saerom just laughs softly, leaning into whisper,

"Good, she doesn't notice it, though, right?" before turning to her computer, leaving you dazed and wondering how you’re supposed to focus on work now.

Over the next few weeks, Saerom's teasing gets intense. She brushes against you in the hallway, her hand lingering too long, and sends flirty emails that make your cock twitch.

In meetings, she'll flash a bit of cleavage or bite her lip, knowing it drives you crazy.

Once, in the pantry, she "drops" something and bends over, her skirt showing lace panties.

You're a mess, barely keeping up with work, torn between wanting her and feeling like you're losing control.

Her texts come late at night "Miss you, cutie" or "Come over?" and if you don't reply fast, she pouts, making you feel guilty, her words from that night about not turning away echoing in your mind, her promise to stay close, and a quiet feeling that this story with her isn't over yet.