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SINNERS

ITZY Yeji X Male Reader Smut

You sit quietly in the pew, trying to focus on the priest's sermon, but your mind keeps wandering to the stunning woman on your left. A really beautiful woman with porcelain skin seems to glow in the candlelight. You find yourself sneaking glances at her lips as she hums along to the hymns. You also notices a man sit next to her with a little girl on his lap. And then you realize they must be a family.

Get a grip, you scold yourself silently. She's married. Off limits.

But as the service drones on, you can't help but steal more peeks at the beautiful woman. The way her silky hair falls over her shoulders, the graceful curve of her neck, the cleavage beneath her modest blouse...

Your face flushes with shame and arousal. You shift uncomfortably, trying to will away the stirrings in your groin. This is wrong. I shouldn't be thinking about her like this.

Just then, the woman turns to you with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling. "The sermon are boring isn't it," she whispers conspiratorially.

You feel your cheeks burn as the gorgeous woman leans in close, her sweet breath tickling your ear. "Uh, yeah, a bit," you whisper hoarsely, trying not to stammer. Your heart races, pounding in your chest as you steal another glance at her thin, luscious lips.

Yeji giggles softly, her hand brushing against yours as she shifts position. "I'm Yeji, by the way," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "What's your name?"

Her touch sends electricity through your body, making your cock twitch in your pants. You swallow hard, struggling to maintain your composure.

You say your name a bit haltingly, your voice cracking slightly. "Nice to meet you Yeji."

Yeji smiles, her eyes roaming over your face appreciatively. "Likewise," she purrs. "You know, I've seen you here before. I always notice you sitting alone."

Before you can answer her question, she leans in even closer, her breasts pressing against your arm. You can smell her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla that makes your head spin.

"Tell me something," she breathes, her lips barely an inch from yours. "Are you always this... distracted during sermons? Or is it just something about me?"

Her question hangs in the air between you, heavy with implication. You feel like you might faint, your heart hammering so loudly that makes you worried everyone in the church will hearing it.

You try to play it cool, but your voice comes out shaky. "What do you mean? I'm just... well, I'm not feeling too great today, that's all."

You shift on your seat, trying to will away the persistent ache in your groin. Damn it, not now. You pray silently, hoping Yeji doesn't notice the growing bulge on your pants.

"Yeah, must be coming down with something," You mutter lamely, avoiding her gaze. You can feel her eyes on you, studying your face intently.

Please, just drop it, You beg internally. I can't handle this right now. But even as you think it, you know it's a lost cause. Yeji has you under her spell, and there's no escape.

Yeji's eyes flick down to your crotch for a split second before meeting your gaze again, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I think I know exactly what you're coming down with," she teases, her voice dripping with innuendo.

She shifts in her seat, crossing her legs slowly and deliberately. The movement causes her skirt to ride up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth, creamy thighs.

Holy shit, you think, your mouth going dry. Is she seriously flirting with me right now? In church?

But even as the thought crosses your mind, you find yourself leaning in closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Her scent fills your nostrils - a heady mix of perfume and something else, something primal and intoxicating.

"You know," Yeji murmurs, her hand coming to rest on your thigh. Her touch is electric, sending sparks of pleasure racing through your body. "I have a confession to make."

She leans in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "I'm not happy in my marriage. My husband... he doesn't satisfy me anymore."

You glance nervously at Yeji's husband, who's sitting beside her with their daughter on his lap, fully focusing on the sermon, oblivious to his wife conversation with you. Turning back to Yeji, your eyes widen in shock and confusion.

"What... what do you mean?" You whisper hoarsely, voice trembling slightly. "You're not happy in your marriage? What are you talking about?"

You also glance around, worried that other congregants might overhear the hushed exchange between the both of you. Your heart pounds on your chest as you struggle to process Yeji's bombshell revelation.

Yeji's eyes gleam with mischief and desire as she leans in even closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Exactly what I said," she purrs, her hand sliding further up your thigh. "My husband... he's a good man, but he can't satisfy me the way I need to be satisfied."

Her fingers brush against the bulge in your pants, making you gasp involuntarily. You feel your cock twitch and harden under her touch, straining against the fabric of your pants.

"I see the way you look at me," Yeji murmurs, her lips grazing your jaw. "I know you want me. And I want you too. I want you so badly, and it hurts."

She presses herself against you, her breasts squishing against your arm as she grinds her hips subtly against your thigh. The heat of her body seeps through your clothes, making you shiver with anticipation.

"Meet me at the storage room in 5 minutes," she breathes, her hand cupping your hardness through your pants. "We can... talk more privately there."

With that, she pulls away, leaving you aching and desperate, your mind reeling with the implications of her words. You watch her turn back to her husband, plastering on a sweet smile as if nothing had happened.

Is this really happening? A beautiful married woman is trying to hook up with me? Your head is spinning, trying to process the incredible turn of events.

You watch in disbelief as Yeji gets up from the pew, murmuring something to her oblivious husband. She glances back at you, her eyes smoldering with desire, before sauntering down the aisle.

You adjust yourself discreetly, trying to ease the ache in your crotch. Your cock is rock hard, straining against the confines of your pants. You can't remember the last time you was this turned on.

As Yeji disappears around the corner, you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. This day was supposed to be a normal Sunday for you but then this is happening. Your mind is battling away - should you go or not?.

Seconds goes by, minute after minute, and you still can't make your choice. You glance at Yeji's husband and daughter anxiously.

Fuck, what do I do? You think to yourself, palms sweating. This is wrong, she's married. But god, the way she was looking at me...

You shift uncomfortably on your seat, your cock throbbing painfully in your pants. You know you should probably just stay put, but the temptation to following Yeji to the storage room is overwhelming.

Screw it, You decide finally, standing up on shaky legs. I'm going to see where this leads, consequences be damned.

You slip out of the pew, trying to act casual as you make your way towards the church annex where the storage room is located. Your heart pounding loudly in your chest, your steps quickening with each passing second, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

What am I doing? you think frantically, your mind a whirlwind of excitement and anxiety. This is crazy. I could get caught. Her husband could find out.

But even as the rational part of your brain screams at you to turn back, your feet carry you forward, drawn to Yeji like a magnet. You reach the door to the storage room, your hand trembling as you reach for the handle.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door open, stepping inside. The room is dimly lit, filled with dusty boxes and old furniture. But there, in the corner, stands Yeji, her eyes glittering with desire.

"I knew you'd come," she purrs, sauntering towards you. Her heels click on the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

"I couldn't resist," you admit, your voice rough with need. "You're just... irresistible."

Yeji laughs, a low, seductive sound. "Flattery will get you everywhere, mister," she says, reaching out to trail a finger down your chest. "Now, why don't you show me just how irresistible you find me?"

Your breath catches in your throat as she presses herself against you, her hands roaming over your body. You can feel every curve of her, every soft inch of skin. It's intoxicating, overwhelming.

"Fuck, Yeji," you groan, your cock throbbing almost painfully in your pants. "You're driving me crazy."

With that, you crashed your lips against hers, kissing her with a hunger that steals her breath away. Yeji hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer and deeper. You kiss her like a man starved, like she's the only thing that matters in the world. And for this moment, in this dimly lit storage room, she is.

Your hands roam greedily over Yeji's curves, feeling the smooth, supple skin beneath her clothes. You palm her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. She moans into your mouth, muffled by the sounds of furious kissing.

You slide your hands lower, skimming over her waist and hips, gripping her ass and pulling her flush against you. You grind your rock-hard cock against her, letting her feel how much you wanted her, how desperately you need to be inside her.

"Fuck, Yeji," You groan, breaking the kiss to trail your lips down her neck. "You will be the death of me."

She gasps, tilting her head to give me better access to her sensitive skin.

You continue to explore Yeji's body with your hands and lips, reveling in the soft moans and gasps that spill from her mouth. Your fingers slip under her blouse, caressing the smooth skin of her back, tracing the lacy edge of her bra.

"Please..." she breathes, arching into your touch. "Touch me..." she whimpers needily.

Her words send a bolt of pure lust straight to your cock, making it throb almost painfully in your pants. You slip your hand around to her front, cupping her breast and squeezing gently. Her nipple is hard against your palm, straining against the thin fabric of her bra.

"I need you too, Yeji," you growl, your voice rough with desire. "I need to taste you, to feel you..."

With that, you drop to your knees in front of her, your hands sliding up her thighs to bunch her skirt around her waist. You bury your face between her legs, inhaling deeply. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, making your head spin with want.

You nuzzle against her clothed pussy, feeling the heat of her through the damp fabric of her panties. She tangles her fingers in your hair, tugging gently as she grinds against your face.

"Oh yes.." she moans, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Oh god, yes..."

You hook your fingers in the waistband of her panties and tug them aside, exposing her glistening pink folds to your hungry gaze. You lean in, running your tongue along her slit, tasting her essence on your lips.

She cries out, her grip on your hair tightening as she rocks her hips against your mouth. You lap at her eagerly, savoring the sweet nectar of her arousal, your tongue delving deep to stroke her most sensitive spots.

"Fuck," she gasps, her thighs trembling around your ears. "Don't stop, please don't stop..."

You have no intention of stopping. You're going to make her cum, to make her forget about everything except the feeling of your tongue on her pussy. You're going to ruin her just like she desired, you're gonna make her crave you like a drug.

And as you redouble your efforts, as her moans grow louder and more desperate. You pull away from Yeji's dripping pussy for a moment, looking up at her with lust-filled eyes. "Shh," You whisper urgently, reminding her where we are. "Don't be too loud."

She bites her lip, nodding in understanding as she tries to stifle her moans. You grin wickedly before diving back in, your tongue delving deep into her tight channel. You lap at her greedily, savoring her sweet taste and the way her thighs tremble around your ears.

"Mmmph..." she whimpers, her fingers tangling in your hair as she rocks her hips against your face.

You double down your efforts again, determined to make her cum hard on your tongue. Your nose brushes against her clit as you tongue-fuck her, the lewd wet sounds filling the storage room. You can feel her getting closer, her pussy clenching around your tongue.

"Give it to me Yeji," You growl against her sensitive flesh. "Cum for me, baby. Let me taste that sweet nectar."

Her whole body goes rigid, her back arching as she throws her head back in ecstasy. "Fuuuck!" she cries out, her pussy gushing around your tongue as she rides out her intense orgasm.

You lap it all up, drinking down her delicious juices like a man dying of thirst. You don't stop until she's trembling and whimpering. Her thighs shaking so much, threatening to giving up.

You pull back, licking your lips in satisfaction as you admire your handiwork. Yeji is sprawled against the wall, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"Holy shit," she pants, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "That was... incredible."

You stand up, pressing yourself against her, letting her feel the hard length of your cock straining against my zipper. "Oh, we're just getting started, beautiful," you promise darkly, your hands sliding down to grip her ass.

Yeji's eyes widen as she feels the hard length of your cock pressing against her. She licks her lips, her gaze smoldering with desire.

"Mmm, I can't wait to feel that inside me," she purrs, grinding her hips against yours. "I want you to fuck me so hard, I won't be able to walk straight for a week."

You groan, your cock throbbing at her words. You reach down, undoing your belt and zipper to free your aching erection. It springs out, slapping against your stomach, already dripping with pre-cum.

Yeji's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your impressive length. "Oh my," she breathes, her hand reaching out to wrap around your shaft. "You're even bigger than I imagined."

You hiss through your teeth as she starts to stroke you, her hand gliding up and down your length. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of her touch.

"Fuck, Yeji," you groan, your head falling back against the wall. "That feels so good."

She smiles wickedly, her hand speeding up, twisting on the upstroke just the way you like it. "I want to make you feel good," she purrs, her other hand reaching down to cup your balls. "I want to make you cum so hard until you'll see stars."

Yeji sinks to her knees in front of you, her eyes never leaving yours as she reaches for your throbbing cock. Her small, delicate hand wraps around your thick shaft, barely able to encircle its girth.

"Mmm, you're so big," she purrs, stroking you slowly. "I can't wait to taste you."

You groan as she leans in, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive head of your cock. Her tongue darts out, licking a bead of pre-cum from the slit. The sensation is electric, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine.

"Fuck, Yeji," You gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily.

She smiles up at you, her eyes glinting with mischief before she parts her lips and takes you into the wet heat of her mouth. You let out a low moan as she starts to suck, her head bobbing up and down your length.

It's almost too much to bear. The sight of a gorgeous woman on her knees, worshipping a cock, this is the stuff of every man's fantasies. You tangle your fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she takes you deeper.

"That's it, baby," You groan, your voice strained with pleasure. "Suck my cock just like that. Fuck, you're so good at this."

Yeji looks up at you, her eyes watering slightly as she takes you to the back of her throat. She relaxes her jaw, letting you slide even deeper, until you feel the head of your cock bumping against the entrance to her throat.

You let out a guttural moan, your hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "Jesus, Yeji," You gasp, your fingers tightening in her hair. "You're amazing."

Yeji moans around your cock, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. She bobs her head faster, taking you deeper into her throat with each downward motion. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head of your cock, teasing the slit and lapping up the pre-cum that leaks from the tip.

"Mmmph... mmmm..." she hums, the sound muffled by your thick shaft stretching her lips.

Your head falls back, your eyes closing as you lose yourself in the incredible sensations. Yeji's mouth is pure heaven, hot, wet and perfect. You can feel your orgasm building, your balls tightening as she works you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Yeji," you pant, your hips thrusting shallowly as you fight the urge to cum. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..."

She pulls off with a lewd pop, her hand stroking your shaft as she looks up at you with hooded eyes. "Do it," she urges, her voice husky with desire. "Cum for me, I want to taste it."

With a guttural groan, you let go, your cock pulsing as you shoot your load into her waiting mouth. She moans in delight, her tongue lapping at your shaft as she swallows every last drop of your cum.

You almost sag down to the floor, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Yeji stands up, licking her lips as she savors the taste of you.

"That was incredible," she purrs, pressing herself against you. "But we're not done yet, are we?"

You shake your head, "Not even close," You growl, your voice rough with desire. You can feel your shaft hardening again, rising to attention as if begging for more of Yeji's touch.

"You're insatiable," she teases, her hand wrapping around your thick length and giving it a squeeze. You hiss in pleasure, your hips bucking into her touch.

"Only for you," you pant, your hands gripping her hips tightly. "I want to fuck you so hard, you'll be feeling me for days."

Yeji's eyes darken with lust, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Then what are you waiting for?" she purrs, turning around and bending over a nearby crate. She looks back at you over her shoulder, her skirt flipped up to reveal her perfect, round ass. "Take me, make me yours."

You don't need to be told twice. You step forward, your cock throbbing with anticipation as you lined up behind her. You rub the head of your shaft through her wet folds, coating it in her arousal.

"Fuck, you're so wet," You groan, your fingers digging into her hips. "I can't wait to be inside you."

With that, you thrust forward, burying yourself to the hilt in her tight heat. You both cry out at the sudden intrusion, your bodies joining as one. You pause for a moment, savoring the feeling of her walls clenching around you.

"God, you feel amazing," You pant, your hips starting to move. "So tight, so perfect."

Yeji moans, pushing back against you, urging you to go deeper, harder. And you comply, your hips snapping forward as you begin to fuck the married woman with abandon. The storage room echoes with the lewd sounds of your coupling, the slap of skin on skin, the creaking of the crate.

"Yes.. yes.. yes..!" Yeji cries out, her fingers scrabbling on the rough wood. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

"Shhh, be quiet Yeji," The faint voice of the priest on the mic reminded where we are right now, but you obliged her request, your thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. You lean over her, your chest pressed against her back as you piston in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

"Take it, Yeji," You growl in her ear, your hand snaking around to rub her clit. "Take my cock like you were made for it."

Yeji cries out, her body shaking with pleasure as you pound into her. "Yes, just like that!" she moans, her fingers digging into the wood of the crate. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

You can feel her getting closer, her pussy clenching around your cock like a vice. You redouble your efforts, your hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Your fingers work her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as you bring her closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby," you pant, your own orgasm building in your core. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock."

With a keening wail, Yeji's body goes rigid, her pussy spasming around your shaft as she cums hard.

You didn't slow down, not even for a second. You fucked Yeji even harder as she came, your hips slamming into hers with bruising force. You could feel her pussy clenching and fluttering around your cock, trying to milk you dry, and it felt fucking incredible.

The storage room was hot and stuffy, the air heavy with the scent of sex. The world outside faded as you continued fucking the married woman. You aware how taboo and sinful it is, to fucking a married woman in a church, but you didn't care. All you cared about was the feeling of Yeji's tight cunt gripping you, the way she moaned and writhed beneath you.

You angled your hips, hitting that spot inside her that made her seeing stars. "Fuck, Yeji," You gasped, your balls drawing up tight. "You feel so fucking good."

You could feel your second release is barreling down, your cock throbbing and twitching inside her. But you held back, determined to make her cum again before you let yourself go.

Your fingers finding her clit again, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. "Come on, baby," You urged, your voice strained with the effort of holding back your own orgasm. "Give me another one. Cum all over my cock like a good slut you are."

Yeji's body trembles under your touch, her pussy clenching and unclenching around your throbbing cock as you play with her clit. "Oh my god," she moans, her voice high and breathy. "I'm... I'm gonna... oh fuck!"

Her words dissolve into a wordless cry of ecstasy as she comes again, her pussy gushing around your shaft. You followed behind her, with a guttural groan you let go, your hips slamming into hers one last time as you bury yourself as deep as possible inside her.

"Fuck, Yeji!" You cursed, your cock pulsing as you fill her with your seed. "Take it all, baby. Take my cum."

Yeji's body goes limp, her forehead resting on the crate as she tries to catch her breath. You collapse on top of her, your cock softening, still buried deep inside her. Your chest heaving as you try to regain your breath.

After a moment, you pull out, watching as your combined fluids drips out of her well-fucked hole. You scoop some up with your fingers, bringing it to her lips. "Taste us," You murmur, your voice husky with satisfaction.

Yeji parts her lips, sucking your fingers into her mouth and licking them clean. "Mmm," she purrs, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "We taste good together."

You smile, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You both stay like that for a moment, lost in each other, before reality starts to creep back in.

"We should probably get cleaned up," You murmur reluctantly, pulling away. "Before someone comes looking for us."

You both quickly fix your clothes and clean up any evidence of the tryst. You tuck your semi-hard cock back into your pants, wincing slightly as you do. It's still sensitive from the intense fucking session, the fabric of your pants feels rough against your skin. You zip up, trying to ignore the lingering ache in your balls.

Yeji smooths down her skirt and blouse, running her fingers through her hair to tame the wild strands. She looks flushed and satisfied, a secret smile playing on her lips.

"That was amazing," she murmurs, her voice low and husky. "I can't believe we're just having sex on church."

You grin, pulling her close for one last kiss. "Believe it, baby. And that was fucking incredible."

You both take a moment to catches breath, your hearts racing as you come down from the high of illicit encounter. "We should probably get back before they start to wonder where we went," You say reluctantly. "You go first, remember to look around first, I'll go after a few minutes".

Yeji nods, giving you one last heated glance before slipping out of the storage room. You wait a beat, your heart pounding in your chest as you listen for any signs of movement outside.

When you're sure the coast is clear, you step out into the empty hallway, your senses on high alert.

You slip back into the main sanctuary, you make your way to your seat, trying to act casual as you sit down again next to Yeji. She's engrossed in conversation with her husband and daughter, seemingly unaffected by what just happened between the both of you.

You glance towards church altar, realizing that the sermon is almost over. The priest is wrapping up his final points, preparing for the closing prayer. You try to focus on his words, but your mind keeps drifting back to the feel of Yeji's body, the taste of her on my tongue. You sneak a glance at Yeji, wondering if she's feeling the same way, are she's thinking about you as much as you thinking about her.

But she's all smiles and laughter with her family, the picture of the perfect wife and mother. No one would ever guess that just moments ago, she was on her knees in a storage room, worshipping another man's cock like it was her reason for living.

The thought of it sends a shiver down your spine, and you have to bite back a groan. As the congregation rises for the final prayer, you bow your head, your eyes squeezed shut. But you're not praying for forgiveness or redemption. You're praying for another chance, another opportunity to get lost in Yeji's body, to forget about everything else except the feel of her skin against yours.

It's a dangerous game you're playing, you know that. But you can't seem to stop yourself. Yeji has gotten under your skin, and you don't think the tryst memory you have with her in the storage room will going away easily.

The sermon ends and the congregation begins to disperse, chatting amongst themselves as they file out of the pews. You hang back, watching as Yeji gathers up her daughter and husband, leading them towards the exit.

You hesitate for a moment, torn between following her and keeping your distance. But the magnetic pull of her body, the memory of her taste on your tongue, is too strong to resist. You fall into step behind them, keeping a discreet distance as you follow them out into the bright sunlight.

As they reach the parking lot, Yeji turns to her husband, exchanging a quick kiss before ushering their daughter into the backseat of their car. You watch as she slides into the front seat, her husband climbing in beside her.

Just before he closes the door, Yeji glances up, her eyes locking with yours. For a moment, you see a flash of heat, of unspoken promise, before she looks away, her expression once again the picture of wifely devotion.

The car pulls out of the lot, and you're left standing there, your heart racing, your mind reeling with the possibilities of what might happen next.

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Metamorphosis

Sakura x Male Reader

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Something I cooked up while I get the urge to write. Enjoy.

It's not everyday you see an angel in the kitchen.

But today, that doesn't seem to be the case.

As you make your way down the staircase, your eyes still groggy with sleep, the pleasant aroma that greets you is more than enough to tell you that your wife, Sakura is up early.

She has always been an early bird while you are a night owl. Despite all the differences between you two, you are still surprised to this day how you two even managed to work it out after all those years. It's probably all beccause of Sakura, who has always been the more matured one in thisb relationship. Most of the time, she's the first one to raise the white flag whenever you two start bickering. Maybe that makes you a dick but she loves you all the same.

"There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house"

You crack a smile as soon as you hear the introduction to Cardi B's WAP. For someone who looks so pure, Sakura does have questionable music taste.

You slow your steps, not wanting to make any noise that would alert Sakura of your presence. Not like it matters anyway. The music has been turned up all the way on her phone that she wouldn't notice it even if someone breaks in at this moment. The growing smell of spice and pepper accompanied by the sizzling sound of the pan makes your stomach growl. But they can't be as disturbing as Sakura, who's swaying her cute ass in those tight black shorts. It's a miracle, really, how she manages to stay fit like a teenager after all those years. She looks no different from back you two started dating. Hotter, even.

You stand in the doorway for a while, savouring the moment while your eyes rake over Sakura's flawless body. You can already feel your mamba growing rigid from the sight and all the lewd thoughts you have in mere seconds. Visions where she's bent over the counter, your cock buried deep in her cunt, her lips slipping out the dirtiest and prettiest of moans. And the lyrics from the song are not helping.

"I said certified freak, seven days a week"

You would gladly go seven days a week, every hour, every minute with Sakura. It's not even a choice, to be honest. Because there's no better feeling than waking up with your cock sealed between those soft lips after making a mess of the bedroom after breeding her in every corner of the room last night. That was exactly what happened for the first few months after your marriage. You two were like animals in heat; ever so desperate for each other's bodies. There isn't a day that goes by without you storing a load or two in Sakura's depths.

Nowadays, not so much. Both of you are tok busy with work and responsibilities for that kind of activity. There's still the sex but most of the time, it's just you lazily thrusting into Sakura in a spooning position because both of you are too tired for more vigorous activities. Sometimes, Sakura would blow you under the desk while you are working on your laptop but that only happens when she feels like sucking your cock and that doesn't happen so often.

You slowly close your distance to Sakura, steps light as a panther. Sakura is still as oblivious as ever, quietly humming one of the dirtiest songs of the century; sinful words spilling from an angel's tongue. A few more steps and you are close enough that you can smell the shampoo off Sakura's hair. Your hand instinctively move towards her restless ass, grabbing a cheek and squeezing it over the dark fabric.

"Nghh"

Sakura yelps, caught off-guard. Her spatula hits the pan with a loud 'clank'. Her face is stoic for a while, those cat-like eyes out of focus. Then she turns her head and breaks into a smile as she catches the culprit.

"That's quite a way to say good morning"

She teases as she lowers the volume on her phone. Still, it's loud enough to hear all the lyrics riling you up.

"Well, I can't resist"

"You can't resist this cute ass, can you?" She wriggles her ass to elaborate the question farther.

"Do you even need to ask?" You asks, rumming your hands over her side; your fingers tracing patterns across the shirt which does little to hide her curves.

"You are being too cheesy today. It's getting suspicious" She accuses you as she gets back to work again, stirring the rice in the pan with the spatula.

You lean in, brushing your lips across the nape of her neck. A faint smell of sweat mixed with that of the delicacy Sakura's cooking up tickle your nostrils - one smell no less appealing than the other. You linger there for a moment, planting a few more kisses on her neck before moving on to your main task.

"Put this pussy right in yo' face

Swipe your nose like a credit card"

What a coincudence. That's what you are exactly gonna do. Before she knows what's happening, your thumbs have slide under the waistband of her shorts and lowering them. The material slides gracefully down to her hips then to her thighs - giving you the best view of her toned white ass.

"Wait, I'm cooking! Let me finish- Mmmph.."

Sakura's protests are silenced as you bury your tongue in her pink wet pussy, spreading her cheeks open with your hand. You feed like a sailor lost at sea, tongue swiping across the soft flesh rapidly. It has been too long since you last give her a tongue bath but as soon as you get the taste of her wet hole, it's not difficult to decipher the old memories of her favorite spots to be attacked.

The tip of your tongue makes contact with her clit and Sakura lets out a guttural moan followed by a series of curses. Each dirty word encourages your relentless pace - imprinting this taste that's finer than any wine deep into your brain.

"Fuck. Don't stop"

Even if she says otherwise, you wouldn't have. You are too lost in the pleasure that comes from pleasuring Sakura. Each jolt and writhe of her legs a reminder of your sucessful service.

Sakura has forgotten about cooking now, her fingers gripping the kitchen counter as she braces herself against the waves of pleasure that rolls over her with every single movement of your tongue.

"Spit in my mouth, look at my eyes

This pussy is wet, come take a dive"

Sakura proves true to the lyrics. Her pussy is now gleaming with her own juice and all your saliva - wet and sticky in the tastiest way. You wanna reach for new heights but the current postion is not allowing to do so. You abruptly stops moving your tongue.

"What-"

"Turn around"

You order and Skaura obeys without question. She leans against the counter with curious eyes while you pull off the short off her legs. As soon as there's no barrier between you and the prize between Sakura's legs, you dive in again.

"Ohhhhh Fuck"

Nothing could have prepared Sakura for your next phase of attack. You keep a strong hold on her thighs while your tongue make its way into the pink folds of hers once again. If you were relentless before, now you are a beast. With almost inhuman speed, your tongue bathes the deepest parts of her hole. Sakura's legs are trembling nonstop now that your grip on them starts to falter. But it doesn't matter any more because Sakura's a step away from toppling over the edge.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cummmm"

Sakura repeat the words like a mantra until she's squirting a waterfall into your mouth and all over your face. And you gladly bath in the crystal clear liquid. Sakura shoves two fingers into her poruing hole, furiously fingering herself to prolong the pleasure.

"Talk yo' shit, bite your lip

Ask for a car while you ride that dick"

With that, A weak jet erupts once more and the act concludes just as you are drenched. The kitchen floor is no different either; another task added to Sakura's long list of housework.

Sakura's breath is shallow as she recovers from the onslaught of your tongue. Her temples are beaded with sweat, her lips slightly parted as she pants. She throws her head back, closing her eyes to comprehend everything that just happened before opening them again to greet you with a grin.

"Seems like you still haven't lost your skills"

Sakura praises you as you get back on your feet while you wipe the rest of Sakura's juice off your lips.

You didn't have any time to rest because Sakura is already pulling you in for a kiss, her arms wrapped around your neck. Her tongue invades your mouth, seeking entrance to taste herself off your mouth. You glady reciprocates the action by tangling your own tongue with hers - a tango of flesh. You wouldn't have stopped if it's not for Sakura, who breaks the kiss and her eyes fall on you with a look you know too well - the look of a cockhungry housewife.

"Let me repay you, babe" No longer has those words left her mouth than she gets on her knees, looking up you like a kid asking for candy. "You know what to do"

And of course, you do. Anyone in your position would have no problems reading the need in Sakura's eyes; the need for your cock. You quickly pull down your boxers; heartstrings thrumming with anticipation. Your rock hard dick springs up as soon as it is released from the confine of clothing. Sakura stares at your veiny shaft for a moment and her lips curl into a sultry smile.

"Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroke

I need a Henny drink, I need a weed smoker"

Sakura's fingers close around the base of your shaft, slowly moving her grip all the way to the top before going back down in the first of many strokes to come. You groan from the electrifying feeling that blooms from your chest. You just realize how agonizingly hard you were all this time.

"Your cock is so beautiful" Sakura gives you a few more pump, her pupils fixed on your mamba like something she solely worships. "I wonder what it tastes like"

That's a lie. Of course, she knows how it tastes like. You have lost count of the number of times Sakura has woken you up with your cock stuffed in her warm, wet mouth. Matter of fact, she's the only one who knows what it tastes like. Nonetheless, you play along.

"Why don't you go ahead and find out?" You urges, trying not to sound desperate.

"That's the plan" Sakura draws one long stroke and in the blink of an eyes, swallows the head of your cock in one swift motion.

"Fuck Sakura. I miss this" You sound so desperate you feel embarassed. But you couldn't care less. All it matters is those soft lips clinging on your shaft.

"Mmhmm" Sakura responses in a moan that vibrates through your core. Her tongue slips out in an attempt to tease your slit before pulling back at the last moments, denying you the bliss.

"Sakura. Don't tease" You say. No, you plead. A raw animalistic hunger have been ignited within you that only Sakura can suffice.

She pulls back with a 'pop', freeing your cock from the warmth of her oral hole. She runs a thumb undee your head, which is now wet with her drool.

"Well, come and claim your prize"

It's not a term you are unfamiliar with and you instantly understand her words. Sakura doesn't feel like pleasuring you today. She wants you to use her to pleasure yourself. She wants you to fuck her face.

"Kinky today, aren't we?"

Sakura is spared no time to answer as your cock instantly penetrates her rosy lips back into her mouth. Your hand naturally tie her raven locks into a makeshift ponytail to aid your actions. Slowly, you push in. More than half of your length have disappeared into her wet hole before Sakura gags.

"Fuck. I'm fine. Just haven't done it for a while. Try again"

Sakura says between coughs after you have pulled your cock out from her mouth.

Once again, you line your cock with her lips and push in, a bit more forcefully this time. The head disappears then half of the length. Another inch follows and soon you have your whole cock buried deep in Sakura's throat. As you press her nose to your pelvis, you are washed over by a wave of pure ecstasy that rival no others. And it gets even better when Sakura looks up with those watery eyes, her mouth stuff full of your cock.

You are too impatient to savour the moment. A tight grip on her hair once again and you start bucking your hips. Sakura stays there, letting you stuff her mouth with your meat pole as symphonies of gags and chokes escape her throat.

"I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke"

There's no song better suited for the ocassion. It's as if Sakura is expressing the lyrics through her own actions. And she makes a damn good actress.

The saliva spill, making a wet mess that clings on her shirt, which has now turned transparent, as you let the nerve wrecking feeling of Sakura's tight throat gudies your movement. It's an unending cycle of lust and filth - each thrust making you crave for another. Because no one can take your cock like Sakura. And it's proven in the way she effortlessly lets it fuck her throat.

Sakura have always been the vanilla kind when it comes to sex. She prefers the slwo sensual ones that involves a lot of lip and tongue action. You have to be the one to initiate all the wilder options. Let her ride you and soon, she will be bending over, her lips pressed on yours while her other lips make their slow descend and ascend on your shaft.

Not that you balme her. You get to fuck her all the same. But you can't help but wonder if Sakura have been hiding this new face of hers all along after seeing the sudden change.

It's all in her eyes. The way she seems to be begging you to show no mercy through those spilling pearly tears. She's the one being used but you almost feel like it's quite the opposite.

Sakura doesn't yield and gag reflex seems to be an unfamiliar word to her. The piston of your hips do nothing to break the smoldering eye contact and her throat that happily welcomes each and every one of your thrusts.

Once more, you cut off Sakura's air supply - your hands keeping a tight grip on her head as you bury your cock to the hilt in her inviting throat again. You hold the position, all too aware of the addicting feeling her tight throat. It's the way its warmth engulfs you. Its lethal grip. The gags that come out muffled.

You feel the end already approaching. Your cock is already throbbing dangerously, wanting nothing more than to spill all that protein rich cum down her throat. But that's not gonna happen today. Your load needs to be stored somewhere else.

You barely manage to pull out your cock before it explodes. Sakura lets out a loud gag as globs of saliva pours like a waterfall. The floor is now coated with mixture of her juice and drool. And there couldn't be a prettier sight.

"Haa...haa....fuck, that was good"

The woman whom you just used like a sextoy isn't your wife. She's not an angel today. Maybe it has been that way all this time. Maybe you have been too naive to see through that mask of hers. She's a devil in disguise. Or something worse. And hotter.

"Are you gonna pound me over the counter or what?"

Sakura is on her feet once again. Her shirt no longer serving its purpose as it's now completely transparent from all her gag induced drool. You can get a clear view of those perky nipples that are the tastiest things in the world.

"That's the plan"

You answer.

"Good"

Sakura turns, bending over the counter to brace the oncoming onslaught of your cock. Her pussy is still dripping despite the tonguebath you gave earlier. This woman is insatisable.

"What are you waiting for?"

The arch of her back and those white cheeks almost glowing in the morning sun becomes too hard to resist. You take your righteous position behind her before lining your tip with her slick folds. There's no need for foreplay. Her hole is already lubed up well enough with her own juice. You take a breath, then penetrates.

Sakura mewls as your cock ease its way inch by inch into her tight cavern. Her walls clench on the foreign object that enters that's not too foreign with the amount of times it has made the same entrance. They grip you tight, almost like a virgin's. You expect Sakura's holes to be molded to your shape after all those relentless poundings but they are still as stubborn as ever.

"Fuck, that cock is filling me up so well"

You pull back and push in. The walls part easier this time as if they recognize your cock now. Not bragging but you take pride in the size of your 8 incher cock. And Sakura's the only one you can brag it to. So you would make the most out of it.

Your fingers that press on the sides of her waist keep her in place as you pick up the pace. Each thrust opens more room in Sakura's wet hole, giving you an easier trip. In no time, you are given free rein. Your shaft slips and enters Sakura with no more trouble, which is a clear signal for you to start breeding her.

"Yesss. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me"

There's nothing stopping you at this point. The sinful sound of flesh against flesh echoes in the kitchen as your pelvis meets Sakura's cheeks rapidly. The way they jiggle each time you make contact fuels the fire within you that's already at its peak temperature.

For the time being, only you and Sakura exist. Nothing can disturb you from the animalistic sounds Sakura's making as she feels your cock stretching her out. She moans and mewls and begs and curses. All these actions a clear reminder that you are doing all the right things to leave her a writhing, boneless mess after you are done.

"Oh god.....it's getting even bigger inside me"

Sakura might be no stranger to your cock that won't stop until it has filled her up to the brim but she's only human. Her legs threaten to give out from the intensity of your thrusts. Her fingers not so strong enough to keep their grip on the counter.

"What-"

Sakura protests as your cock exits her but her surpirse doesn't last long. A grunt escapes her lips as your shaft reenters her with a force so great it finally takes away the last of her breath.

Her fingers give out and her face hangs on the edge of the counter as her arms droop lazily. Her legs are not so different, which are now trembling like crazy. Sakura makes a sound somewhat like a growl and soon, she's creaming all over your cock again.

You pull out your shaft to let the waterfall of her squirt pour freely onto the kitchen floor which can't get any dirtier. Your hand meets her supple cheeks in a loud clap and her hole squirts out even more juice. You repeat the action until her white flesh has been rendered red and her pussy is clenching onto nothing.

"Big D stand for big demeanor

I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya"

You surely make Sakura bust but that's far from the conclusion. You have given Sakura relief and now she's gonna repay the debt.

"Wait- I'm still sensitive. Don't-"

You won't listen to her complaints. Your dick is throbbing and it needs to be buried in her deepest depths. And you give in to its cravings.

Sakura has been silenced. Her vocal chords already fail her. There's nothing she can do to stop you from using her spent hole for your pleasure. So she just lays there like a broken doll and lets herself be bred.

Her walls have become so slit with all the juice that you don't even feel the friction anymore. Pounding her becomes the easiest task in the world. Your cock have stretched her out in every possible direction. There's nothing more to be done except use her newly curved pussy.

You must have done such a good job because Sakura's pussy have solely become the perfect tool for your pleasure. It grips and hugs your cock in all the best ways as you chase your high.

"Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet ass pussy

Now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet ass pussy"

More than a bucket and a mop would be needed to clean up the mess Sakura have made. And soon, you are gonna make the task even more tedioua by adding your cum to the mixture. Sakura's body gives a slight jolt as your thrusts turn ferral. Your cock is throbbing, aching for release. Wet, filthy squelches fill the room from top to bottom. You are so close. A thrust. Some more. And then-

You are spilling everything you have into Sakura's cunt. All the hot, thick, gooey cum in your balls are being pumped into Sakura at full force. The relief follows sooner. Spurts after spurts ejected into her until there's no more left and you are left feeling like you have run a marathon.

All your fertile fluid spills out from her used hole as you pull out. Even in her broken state, Sakura's pussy is still pulsing like it wants more. You admire your handiwork. The broken doll you have made, which is Sakura; with your cum dripling steadily out of her hole, face down and ass up.

"Good morning to you too"

On the table, along with the burnt breakfast, the theme song of your morning session is coming to an end.

"There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house"

And there surely was a whore in this house this morning.

[fuckkkkkklol]

Eroverse

Pt.5 - Eclipse

Chaewon x Male Reader (ft. Kazuha)

The nightmares won't stop.

Ever since your return from the underworld, you always find yourself back in the gloomy land of the death in your sleep. The unnerving faces of the skeletal warriors haunt your dreams and sometimes even the three headed beast. The drawbacks of being chosen by the Mark of Asmodeus are just as powerful as its upsides.

These horrible dreams are just one of your numerous problems and it's not even the worst one. There's the fact that you have become the underworld's most wanted and you don't want to think about what will happen if Hades found out you have banged his wife and stolen his helmet. In a way, she's the one who started it all but you doubt you can reason with an angry god. You might have just booked a guaranteed spot in the fields of punishment. Or even somewhere worse. Dying is the last thing on your mind right now and that's speaking from experience.

Having the mark seems like a blessing at first but you are starting to feel the consequences of bearing such power. Sure, it helps you screw angels and godesses but on the other hand, those are all the glamours to hide one single truth. You are just a servant of Eros. Maybe not like the cherubims but you have to carry out his so called quests and that blonde brat doesn't even explain the reasons behind all this. A god stealing another's god possesion doesn't really seem like a good prank. Or maybe Eros thinks it is.

After going through the quest and bearly coming back alive, you seriously start to reconsider the choice you have made. Eros have given you the life any mortal would wish for - one where you no longer need to worry about surviving everday and making ends meets. You don't even need to jerk yourself off anymore if you get horny. You can just call Lisa to do your bidding. Now, they don't really seem like a fair compensation for the job you have to do. You might sound like an ungrateful bastard but after dying, resurrecting and losing sleep for a week straight, anyone would start to get agitated. The feathery bed isn't much help and neither are Lisa's blowjobs. You even start to get tired of waking up to your dick shoved in the angel's throat and that's a lot coming from a pervert like you.

As you wake up in cold sweat from the usual torment of your dreams one afternoon, you decide you have suffered enough and set out to find a way; anyway to fix your problem. You would have asked Eros for help if he has not been missing for over a week since you return from the quest. (Fuck you, Eros) None of his angels have any idea where he is. Not even Kazuha. The only contact you have had so far is that message about 'taking the virginity of a goddess'. Frankly, you are not in the mood to use your lightsaber dick again. The helm of darkness you have stolen is nowhere to be found either. Your best guess is that Eros took it with him.

As if to mock your suffering, a storm have been raging outside forever. The building might shift from one place to another but the weather doesn't seem to be getting better anytime soon. The rhythm of raindrops splattering the glass along with the roar of thunder make an ugly backdrop as you make your way to the bathroom to freshen up.

Looking at the mirror, you find yourself looking like a ghoul - sunken eyes and ghostly pale. The insomnia have taken quite a toll and you wouldn't be surprised if your heart just stop beating at some point. Even the mark can't save you from that.

You let the cold tap water wash away the drowsiness though you know it will eventually return at some point. Still, it's better than nothing. You desperately need some kind of escape. Something to stop you from being a dead man walking. The jacuzzi might help except the fact that you are too tired to set everything up. The television is just as useless, playing rom-coms or lovesick songs in every channel. (Fuck you, Eros)

There's your phone too, which might have just become the most useless gadget after Eros have restored it. Apart from the lovey dovey wallpapers that change without your consent, the connection is awful here. A literal god owns this place and he can't even afford a decent wifi. Totally ironic. Maybe Eros can live off watching Titanic everyday but he can't seriously expect others to have the same horrible taste as him. (Fuck you, Eros)

With the lack of entertainment, you are left with the only choice to wander around the building. So far, you have discovered a corridor in the hall that leads to a sauna and another to an art gallery full of paintings by different renowned artists. There's even the Mona Lisa which looks too real for a replica. You wonder how Eros manages to get his hands on that one. However, all the doors that line the wall apart from your room's are locked tight and they are all diffetent designs and colours. There's even a vault door. The strangest thing, however, is the fact that even though the building easily looks more than ten storey tall, you can't find a way to go to the other floors. There are no stairs nor elevator. When you asked Kazuha about it, she simply shrugs.

Speaking of Kazuha, you have found a couple other angels apart from her and Lisa. Obviosuly they are all in the forms of idols from different gens. You even saw a few first gen ones. Most of them tend to stay away from you like some sort of infectious disease and you are ok with that. You have had your fair share of experience with their kind who wants you dead and you are not ready to relive the experience. So far, Kazuha is the only one you can communicate with and for Lisa, she uses her mouth in other tasks.

After freshening up, you put on one of those designer shirts and khakis in your wardrobe and exit the room. There's no need to lock the door because there isn't even a doorknob. It swing opens when you get near. Just another thing that doesn't make any sense around here. The marble statue of Eros in the hall with that smug grin on his face gets you even more riled up. You already have enough reason to hate the god and adding another to the list doesn't exactly help.

You turn the narrow corridor into the main room, where you have first landed on your arrival. The room is eerily quiet — the silence only penetrated by the ocassional crackling of thunder. All the lights have been turned off —the flashes of lightning momentarily illuminating the room, derived of its usual cheerful atomosphere now replaced by a dreaful one. The whole thing reminds you of the gloom of the underworld and the thought makes your stomach churns.

Near the glass wall, you spot a dark figure with its back turned, peering over the landscape of ancient Pompeii with the volcano that brought the city's demise looming in the distance. Turns out the building can teleport to lost civilizations too. Arcs of electricity flare through the dark sky and the brief glow reveals the figure as Kazuha.

In her white sport tops that display her figure perfectly and the raven hair flowing over her back, she really does look like an angel. In normal circumstances, you would have gotten hard seeing her tight ass in those jeans but currently, your hazy mind won't allow you the pleasure.

"You are awake" Kazuha says without turning her back, the sudden intrusion catching you off guard.

"I doubt you can call me that" you reply, pouring yourself a glass of water from the jar on the kitchen counter. Hopefully, it isn't sweet like the rest of Eros's snacks here.

"Still having nightmares?" Kazuhas asks, though her tone lacks the sympathy.

"They won't stop since my return from the underworld" you admit. "I just wanna die"

"Trust me, there are worst things waiting for you after death. You won't really be the most welcomed soul in the underworld"

"I guess so" You take a sip from the glass. Thankfully, the water tastes normal.

"What you have done have serious consequences" Kazuha turns around, arms folded. In the dim light, her expression is unreadable. "You have stolen the power symbol of a god. That's like putting pineapples in a pizza. You have insulted him"

Kazuha's serious tone makes you hold back the protest about your opinion on pineapple pizza. You don't want to get smitten. "Hey, it's not my fault.That was all Eros's idea"

"It might be his idea but you are still the one who did the deed. You will be pointed out as the culprit regardless if you intend it or not"

"Wonderful" you sneer. "I'm starting to hate this 'apostle' job even more. It should have been called 'errand boy' "

"Think positive. Not many people gets to fuck the queen of the underworld"

If Kazuha is trying to comfort you, it's not helping. "Sure because it turns out great. I shouldn't have taken this job in the first place. Congrats! You have the mark of Asmodeus! Now you can go around banging gods and stealing things for me!"

Kazuha doesn't flinch at your sarcastic remark. If it's possible, the darkness of the room looks thicker around her. "It's too late to back out now. And it's still your first real quest. Eros still have many plans for you"

You snicker. "Let me guess. More quests that involves burgling? Won't be surprised if I have to steal the holy grail next. Anyway, where's Eros?"

"No idea" Kazuha replies, furrowing her brows. "He said he's out to plan the next part of your quest but I haven't got any contact from him"

"Would be great if he never comes back"

"Watch your words" Kazuha scowls and thunder roars, lighting up the sky. "The gods are angry. They are searching for you in every corner of the earth. You would be dead already if you are in any other place"

"Should I be honoured?" Yet another saracstic remark. At this point, you don't even care anymore.

"Are you kidding me? We are in serious trouble right now. Gosh, that idiot Eros. If he gets caught somehow......" Kazuha drifts off and the fear in her voice gives birth to a strange sense of distress within you. If an angle is panicking, you are in even more trouble then you initially thought and even that's a shit ton of trouble already.

"Hold on. Are you actually worried about Eros right now? That dick?" It's no way to address your boss but it's not like he's around. On one hand, perhaps he is. Afterall, he's a god. He might have super hearing or something. You push the thought aside. No use cramming your brain with one more dreadful thought.

"You don't get it" Kazuha exhales, her stoic face softening just a notch lower. "Sure, he's not exactly the boss of the year but it's not like I have a choice. Being an angel is not all rainbows and sunshines like you mortals think. Especially not when you have to serve a god who's always finding new ways to brew up trouble. If the gods find out Eros is behind all this.... ." Kazuha pauses, conisdering her choice of words. "Let's just say it will have dire consequences on me too"

"What do you want me to do then?" You ask, being rational for once.

"Obviously try not to get you killed. Without you Eros's big plan will go up in smoke-" Kazuha quickly stops, realizing she has slipped her tongue but it's too late.

"What plan?" You ask. You are already sick and tired of this mysterious game Eros's playing. If you are gonna be a part of it, at least you need to know your role in it clearly.

"Look, it doesn't matter. What's important is that you stay alive and complete your quests with the help of your mark. Everything will be revealed at the right time"

"So what? Am I just some kind of-" Your complaint is cut short as the whole building shakes as if an earthquake has come out of nowhere. You would have fallen face first if you haven't hold onto the kitchen counter. Kazuha isn't so lucky. The angel is thrown off balance and land with her back onto the hard marble floor. Seeing the wince on her face, it seems like angels are no different from humans when it comes to tolerating pain.

"Fuck" Kazuha curses as she gets up, rubbing her back. "They are here"

Without a doubt, you know 'They' could be nothing but trouble. Anything that brought an earthquake along with their entrance couldn't be anything pleasant. But you ask the question anyway. "They?"

Kazuha must have been thinking the same thing because her expression shifts between uncertainty and panic, finally settling on fear. "The Hunters. They-" The building shakes again and this time, the power cuts off. Every single source of light dies out, leaving you surrounded by darkness in every corner. Strangely, the experience reminds you off the darkness that comes before you pass out when you use the 'Ero' app. You can't decide whether it is a good thing you are not losing your consciousness this time.

"Stay still" You hear Kazuha's voice from somewhere in front of you. It's hard to say where exactly because even the flashes of lightning can't seem to penetrate the murk. Sensing Kazuha's the best chance in whatever is happening, you obey without questioning.

"Don't go anywhere. I'll be back" This time the voice comes from behind, sounding more and more distant as Kazuha leaves the room. You are left alone in the dark room with nothing to do but stare at the skyline of Pompei beyond the glass wall. Your terror is nothing compared to what those citizen might have felt when they saw lava raining down on their city. Still, you are barely containing the urge to run after Kazuha.

A minute passes, then two, then a couple more. The silence is deafening, only interrupted by the splatter of raindrops and the ocassional claps of thunder. As you start wondering what's taking Kazuha so long, the building trembles once again and you, deep in thought, isn't able to react fast enough this time and go sprawling across the floor. Luckily, you land on your knees and the fall isn't too painful though it leaves your legs feeling like jelly.

Somewhere far away, you hear something explode followed by the clashing sound of metal against metal. As you lift yourself off the floor, battle cries flood into the room as if a battle is taking place right at this moment. The corridor is light up by a momentary burst of white light and what you see in that split second confirm your thoughts.

Kazuha has her gladius pressed against the blade of a female dressed in black, the flickers of light dancing around them whenever their weapons clash. It's hard to say who's winning because all your eyes can catch are bits and pieces of the duel. But it doesn't seem to be the only one because farther behind, you can catch glimpes of numerous colourful gleams that vanish as quick as they disappear. If you are doubting before, you know now. The place is under attack.

And what do the chosen one with the mark of Asmodeus do? Stand and watch, of course. It's not like you can just activate the mark anytime. And even if it does activate, you doubt you can fuck your way out of this. At this instant, you really wish the mark provides you with some sort of power apart from being a universal impregnator.

The gleams from the clashes scattered around the building becomes more frequent. From time to time, you would see white humanoid shapes of light combusts with a sound like a thousand firrworks exploding at once. Light means angels and if they are blowing up, it's deifinitely not good news.

Kazuha's still locked in clash with the warrior dressed in black. Their duel is moving dangerously close to where you are standing and you back off until you are pressed against the glass wall. Kazuha's opponent doesn't give her any time to think, bringing down strikes after strikes which Kazuha's barely managing to block with her own weapon. With the glow that Kazuha's gladius continuously cast, you finally manage to make out the features of the warrior. She looks no older than 25 with bob hair that sways with each of her fluid movements. After seeing the cheetah like facial features with another glow, you have no doubt. It's Chaewon, the leader of Le Sserafim, trying to kill her own member. You know both of them are obviously not the real idols but still, it's pretty fucked up.

You have no time to make the whole thing make sense because Kazuha's getting closer and closer to the glass wall with every second. Chaewon doesn't waver, each strike of her sword precise and deadly. On the other hand, Kazuha's momvements are growing sluggish. Any moment now, she's gonna be impaled by Chaewon's sword.

Sensing the impending doom, you do the stupidest thing possible. "Hey" you call and Chaewon, oblivious of your presence in the dark, turns her head just for a split second. Kazuha seizes the opportunity, kneeling Chaewon in the stomach, the force throwing her off-balance and down to the floor. Kazuha raises her gladius for the finishing strike until-

"Enough!" A woman's voice booms and the whole building flood with light. Not from the overhead lighting though. It is as if the place has been enveloped in a silvery cocoon of light; warm and pale.

Before you can process what's happening, a sharp cold edge press onto your throat. Chaewon gives you a wistful smile, moving her blade father up your chin. Your eyes dart to her feet, where Kazuha lays sprawled out. As she begins to get up, Chaewon points the gladius in her other hand at Kazuha. In this millisecond, she has managed to tackle Kazuha and seizes her weapon. How she did it, you have no idea. "Follow me" she orders. "Both of you"

Left with no choice, you oblige, walking along the narrow corridor into the circular hall with Kazuha as Chaewon follows closely behind. You wonder why Kazuha can't just snap her fingers and teleport both of you out of here. Afterall, she's a fucking angel. But seeing her worn out face and her slumped shoulder, you doubt she can even summons a spark.

The whole hall smells like someone have forgortten to turn off the stove. Multiple bodies of unconscious idols aka angels, scatter the floor. Inky scorch marks imrpinted on the floor where they lay. You cough, trying to eject the smoky smell that enters your lungs. The statue of Eros in the center has been sliced in half so it now looks more like a mixture of amputated legs and a wing. This might just be the only benefit this whole destruction brings. To you, at least.

The strangest sight, however, are the warriors. There's at least 10 of them, postioned around the disfigured statue of Eros, swords strapped to their backs. All of them wear the same outfit as Chaewon; black crop tops and jeans. Then you realize it's not just their clothes that match. Everything about them does. In other words, all of them are Chaewon. Each one a perfect replica of the other.

There's one that stands out though. She's also Chaewon but in a different outfit; an emerald green mesh top and a leather skirt. A chain necklace dangles over the opening at the upper part of her top. She doesn't have any weapon but that doesn't make her any less intimidating. You can feel the pure energy radiating off her, making your skin tingle. Instantly, you realizes she's the one who has stopped the battle with the slivery glow. Beside her kneels none other than your boss, Eros, his toga ragged and dirty. His once beautiful face is now full of cuts and his blonde hair a tangled mess. A golden chain bind his hands to his back. Nevertheless, the god gives you a smug grin as soon as he spots you like this is a very normal occurence.

"My Lady" The Chaewon holding you hostage walks forward and kneel before the different Chaewon. "I have brought him"

The green top Chaewon moves forward, her eyes fixed on your exhausted form. "So, you are the infamous one" she muses. Much to your surprise her voice comes out deep and cold, different from the warrior Chaewon. "You give us quite a lot of troubles upstairs, you know. Not gonna lie, I was kinda impressed. Coming back from the death is one thing but raping a goddess and stealing a possession of a god? That's pretty badass"

You don't know if she's praising you or being saracsstic. It's hard to tell with that stoic expression on her face.

"Hey, don't give him all the credits! I did most of the work" Eros calls from behind. This guy is still cracking jokes in a life or death situation. You wish you have that kind of courage.

Chaewon gives him a glance and the corner of her lips nearly curves into a smile but she quickly sheathes it. "Sure, you do. If you haven't sneaked up to my dimension with that little helmet of yours, it would have taken me longer to find Michael here. Thank you"

"You are welcome" Eros replies, his face showing no sign of fear or anger. "Maybe you can get me out of these chains, if you are actually thankful"

Chaewon ignores him and continues. "It would be such a shame to get rid of someone so powerful. But the mark brings nothing but trouble. This time is no different from the last"

"What do you mean?" You ask, confused.

"You are not the first one to possess the mark. The one before you..." she trails off. "Nevermind. It's not like you need to know. You are going to die anyway"

Your tongue loses the ability to speak. Normally, you would have begged or try to strike a deal. But this time it's different. Chaewon isn't like all those otherworldly beings you have met before. She shows no signs of hostility yet you know she will stay true to her words. A moment of silence passes before you gather your thoughts again and ask.

"Who are you?" The first question that comes to your mind. You are not even sure if you have the permission to ask someone as powerful as her. Nevertheless, curiousity killed the cat.

"Artemis" Kazuha interrupts before Chaewon can answer your question. "Goddess of the hunt"

"And the moon" Chaewon adds. "Very good, dear. You did your homework"

Not the first goddess you have met but you feel like this is the first one who lives up to her status. The last one you have met is pretty powerless apart from being able to summon some plants. Artemis is a stark contrast compared to Persephone.

"And them?" You ask, gesturing at all the other Chaewons in the hall.

"They are my hunters" Kazuha explained . "My soldiers and my sisters"

If she means sisters literally, you absolutely believe it because they look no different from each other.

"You speak too highly of your group of virgins" Eros voice appears once again. Chaewon shoots him a sharp glare and you realize Eros have struck a nerve there.

"Don't you dare speak ill of our pure maidenhood" The fury in Chaewon's voice makes you take a step back. If she starts doing whatever a goddess do when she gets mad, you don't want to be in the line of fire.

"Oh, come on. Where's the fun in living for milleniums and not getting laid even once? I get you hate men and all but you don't need to go this far" Eros pushes on and Chaewon's brows creases into an icy stare.

"We are hundred percent better than you filthy men" Chaewon snaps. "All of you are no different from pests compared to us. Fragile and weak. You, a minor god, have no right to question my choice"

What Chaewon's saying is starting to sound more and more like a feminism lecture. And if she's a goddess, that means she might be the oldest feminist in existence. An alpha feminist? The idea wrecks your brain cells.

"Oh, really? Hmmm...let's see. The first person to walk on the moon is a man. So is the one who invented electricity. Not to mention every single president of the United States are men. What else?"

For the first time, Eros words doesn't have any of his usual mischief. Hearing how he retaliates Chaewon (or Artemis, whatever) insults factually, you feel a tinge of admiration for the guy. Maybe even a bit of respect.

Chaewon's face turns a deadly hue of red, clearly not expecting a sensible retort from Eros. "I should have finished you long ago. You talk too much for your own good" Chaewon extends her arm and out of thin air, a faint silvery glow starts to manifest, soon taking the form of a recurve bow; curved out of what you guess is a mixture of bronze and gold. She holds the grip tight and pulls the string, summoning a glowing arrow of light along the path.

Chaewon has resort to violence, not being able to make a comeback from Eros's argument. She aims the luminous tip of the arrow right at Ero's chest, ready to strike down at any moment. Anyone would be terrified out of their wits if they were at arrowpoint but apparently, it's not the case for Eros, who's still smiling like a madman.

"Aren't gods like...immortal or something?" You whisper to Kazuha.

"They are" Kazuha replies. "That is....until someone take them down with the sufficient force"

"Must suck"

You are beginning to see the true nature of those otherworldly beings more clearly. Angels and gods; the figures of power are just as fragile as any mortal.

"Seriously, Artemis? You bring a weapon to a debate? Come on" Eros whines and Chaewon pulls the bowstring so taut it threatens to snap in half.

"Spare me your nonesense, Eros. Your job here is done. You are no longer needed" With those final words, Chaewon prepares to strike Eros down until-

"Woah woah woah. Hold on" Eros falters, his tone no longer mocking though it still has a mischevious edge. "How about we make a bet?"

Chaewon scoffs. "You can stall all you want Eros. I have all the time in the world"

"Look, we both have our opinions and views. Let's see who can prove their point"

If Eros is blabbering more gibberish to delay the inevitable, it works because Chaewon lowers ber bow. "Go on"

"Let Michael participate in your tribunal games" Eros says. "And if he can defeat your hunters, you have to let us go"

Chaewon is speechless for a moment then breaks into laughter. Even some of her hunters join in. "Eros, I know you are an idiot but this is beyond madness"

Eros ignores the insult. "Michael is a male so if he can defeat your hunters, that will prove my point. If he's defeated, then I will admit you are right"

You feel like a toddler in the middle of adult talk. As usual, you have absolutely no idea what they are talking about. They might as well be speaking in a foreign tongue.

"Hold up. I have no idea-"

"Think again Eros" Your interruption is reinterrupted by Chaewon. "I can give Michael a painless death here. If he's in the games, well, not so much"

"Scared?"Eros questions, tilting his head.

An expression somewhere between annoyance and amusement flashes across Chaewon's face. "Your little friend Michael is the one who should be scared. You are sending him to a place of no return"

With each word of the conversation, your panic level rises. Whatever place they are talking about, you are certain it's not an amusement park.

"Why don't we just get to the point? Yes or No?"

"Alright, if you are that eager let's do it" Chaewon instantly shoots back.

"I hope you keep your words, Artemis"

"Speak for yourself"

"Oh, I'm a man of my words" Eros says it like something so obvious.

Chaewon raises her arm. "Alright, I will-"

"Wait!" Eros calls. "There's one condition"

"What is it again?" Chaewon glares, the frustration evident in her tone.

"Michael will be up against ten of your hunters and you, a goddess. Don't you think it's a bit unfair?"

"It has always been the way" Chaewon answers. "And it will always be"

"But Michael isn't like the rest of your tributes right? He's not a rapist nor a cheater" Eros complains.

"Yeah, like he didn't rape a fucking goddess"

You hear Chaewon swears for the first time and for a moment, you almost want to chuckle. The sound of a curse on the ever well mannered goddess's tongue comes out so odd.

"Yeah but it's not completely his fault" Eros inists. "And don't you have beef with Persephone or something?"

Chaewon thinks for a moment. "It's not like I like that snobby underground goddess anyway. Fine, Michael can choose a partner. If there's a partner for him to choose that is, and obviously not you, Eros"

You are surprised at how quickly Chaewon changes her mind. It's like Eros knows just the right keys to turn to bend people's well. Maybe it's a part of being a love god.

"Fine by me" Eros replies. "Since you murdered all my angels except one, Kazuha, you accompany Michael in the games"

Is that fear you see in Kazuha's eyes? You can't be sure but there's no denying what's up ahead can't be anything pleasant.

"What's happening?" You ask Kazuha but she just purses her lips as if muffling a scream. Not a good sign at all.

"Don't worry, Michael. Kazuha will explain it to you once you are in the games. For now, goodbye. Don't die"

With that last message, Eros turns his eyes down to the floor.

"Alright" Chaewon turns towards you. "Let's begin"

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After a week, you finally get to be in some place other than the shifting alive penthhouse of Eros.

With a snap of her finger, Chaewon blurs the surroundings and when your eyes come back into focus, you find yourself in a different place.

The first thing, you notice is the silence. So silent that it's deafening. It doesn't sit quite right with the forest that looms all around you. Dark wouldn't be the right word to describe the place despite the fact that not a spot of sunlight penetrates the violet leaves of pine-like trees that rises to the sky. The entangled branches reminds you of old withered hands. It doesn't make the place any less creepy.

A dim glow like the one back in Eros's place envelopes the whole place, casting faint shadows here and there. The air is cool but not pleasantly so. It's the kind of cool that gives you the chills before something disastrous happens. The air smells like a mixture of freshly baked cookies and toast. Compensation for the whole haunted atmosphere of this place, perhaps. You look down and find yourself knees deep in the tall grass that covers every single inch of ground. Thankfully, you didn't choose to wear shorts.

"Over here" Kazuha voice snaps you out of your thoughts. She stands, propped by a tree nearby. Her eyes dart around as if a predator will emerge at any moment and that can possibly be the case. You make your way towards her, which is not really easy with all the grass brushing against your legs.

"Alright. I'm sure this isn't where Artemis send people for vacation. Can I get some explanation now?" You demands. If you are going to be a part of whatever game Eros made you play, you are gonna need answers.

Kazuha looks around like she's checking for anyone eavesdropping. "We don't have much time so listen carefully" she begins. "As you already know, Artemis is a maiden goddess which means she vows never to give up her virginity"

You remember Eros's message about taking the virginity of a goddess. Did he mean Artemis?

"So are her hunters. They vow their absolute loyalty to Artemis and to preserve their maidenhood. In return, they gain eternal youth and immortality"

"Does being turned into Chaewon comes with the package?"

"I don't know. Ask them next time" Kazuha shrugs off your question. "In the old days, when a man commits a crime against a woman; say a rapist or a cheater, Artemis makes them play her tribunal games"

"Is that like the ancient vesion of hunger games?"

You can swear Kazuha almost smiles. "In a way, yes. She takes them into her 'verse' and-"

"Hold on. Verse?" You ask.

"Dimensions created by the gods. Remember the places you get taken by the 'Ero' app? They are the verses of Eros. Or Eroverses, like he calls them. This place, is a verse of Artemis"

"Ok, get it"

Seriously, Eros should take notes from Artemis how to actually create a verse that's not a tiny room or a boxing ring with a deadly angel.

"So, here's how the tribunal games work" Kazuha continues. "Artemis takes her chosen prey into her verse and her and her hunters hunt down the unlucky guy"

"Great, how do we beat it?"

"That's the problem. We don't. The game ends when the guy dies"

"Wonderful" you remark in saracsm. "So we just wait till they kill me?"

"Don't be rudiculous. We need to keep moving. At least until we find out what to do. Afterall, you are the chosen one"

Right. Chosen one, you think. The chosen one with a magic dick that's pretty useless most of the time.

"Aren't you an angel? Can't you just get us out like you did when Yeji tries to kill me?"

"I can't" Kazuha answers. "This verse has its own rules set by Artemis. Apparently, they don't favour angels. And even if I can get you out of here, I won't. Because then Artemis will kill us all"

"Well...let's take a walk" You stride ahead into the forest, trying to enjoy nature for perhaps, the last time ever.

"Wait up" Kazuha calls, running after you. You stop to turn around.

"This whole place is full of traps. One wrong step and you are doomed. After me" Kazuha walks past, each of her steps slow and calculated. You follow her pattern as you wander deeper into this deadly playground of Artemis.

After a few minutes, you notice the place isn't completely silent like you thought before. The faintest rustle of grass would emerge evert few seconds. Earlier, you haven't noticed it but now with the air eerie with the threat of making one wrong move, it's as clear as ever.

"What's that sound?" you whisper to Kazuha.

"Shhh" She brings her index to her lips, gesturing you to shut up. "Just keep moving"

A few more minutes go on. There still isn't a change in scenery. The place stays cold and haunted with the gloom the pines cast. The silvery light a reminder of Artemis's absolute power.

Despite the cool of the place, you start sweating. Maybe it's the fear. The fear of not knowing what to fear. You still haven't run into anything dangerous or lethal till now and you feel like your luck is going to run out anytime.

After a few more minutes, your whole body is drenched with sweat. Your feet feels like they are on fire. "Can we stop for a while? It's getting.....tedious" you pant. Kazuha gives you a look that means seriously?

"Fine, we can rest. But just a few minutes" Kazuha plops down at the base of a tree, her eyes still scanning the surroundings. Even now, she's still as alert as ever.

You follow suit, taking your place beside her. You blow out a puff of hot air. "Why aren't they grouping up on us yet?" you ask.

"The hunters? Oh, Artemis likes to take her time. Waits for her victims to feel safe enough. She strikes when they least expect it. That's why I'm keeping my eyes and ears open" Kazuha answers and you can't help but notice the fatigue in her voice. She's tired too. She just hides it better.

"So does Artemis hate men in general or is there a specific reason?"

"No idea" Kazuha's eyes land on you. You know it's not the time but you can't help but admire her gorgeous facial features. And her exposed tummy.... "All I know is she rejoices in proving herself better than your kind in quite.....brutal ways"

"Forget I ask" Then you suddenly remember what Artemis have said. "Artemis said I'm not the first one to possess the mark. Is it true?"

A solemn expression loom over Kazuha's face. Her fingers toy with the grass covering the ground. "It's better if you don't know. Trust me"

Just then a cold breeze brush your face. The feeling is pleasant, almost soothing enough to make you forget about the danger you are in. Not a second apart, a sound similar to a boiling kettle emerges.

"Duck!" Kazuha yells.

A silvery arrow cuts through the air with alarming speed and if you were just a nano second late, it wouldn't be the tree's trunk the lethal tip impales in.

"Kazuha, you are an angel" you praises.

"Run!" Before you know it, Kazuha is sprinting ahead and you have to use every ounce of strength left to match her speed. It doesn't help that more arrows are heading your way and it's getting harder and harder to avoid them.

Your speed wavers and another flock of arrows rain down on top of you. You embraces yourself for the pain but with a shimmer, all of them go up in flames. No doubt the work of Kazuha.

"Kazuha, you are an..."

"Shut the fuck up" Kazuha catches an arrow in mid air and snaps it in half. "Keep moving!"

You don't stop running. Neither do the arrows which keeps chasing you down. One grazes your shoulder and you stumbles from the stinging pain. Nevertheless,Kazuha grabs you from the arms and keep you moving.

Your lungs are on fire. Your legs are on the verge of giving out. The will to survive is the only thing that keeps you going and even that's starting to fade. Surprisingly, you find yourself wishing for the mark of Asmodeus to emerge. Not for sexual purpose but rather for protection.

Suddenly, Kazuha halts and you run straight into her back, sending you sprawling on the grass.

"Why do you-"

Your question is cut short when you realize why Kazuha has stopped. Right in front of her, standing on a small hill is none other than the goddess Artemis herself.

"At last" she makes her way slowly towards you. "Eros's little pet is cornered"

You get back to your feet and when you turn around, you find out she's right. The hunters have formed a ring around you, their bows drawn.

"So much for Eros's talk about men being superior" Chaewon flicks her wrists and silvery light dance between her fingers. "Such weaklings"

You search Kazuha's face for any sort of reassurance. But there's no hope. She has already told you she's pretty much powerless here. Is this finally the end for the great one?

"Finish the angel first" Chaewon orders. "I will take care of our little Michael here"

The hunters act instantly. All of them draw their blades and charge towards Kazuha. Amidst the chaos, you can't help but wish for the mark to emerge. You are at the brink of death once again, why has it not shown itself?

Kazuha summons a blazing sword of light in an attempt to reflect the rapid strikes of the hunter but even she can't hold out against ten angry feminists. One slash cuts across her arm and another graze her abdomen. Golden blood pours out from the wounds.

Meanwhile, Chaewon is making her way towards you gracefully, taking her time. In her hand, she twirls a double edged sword. Her gaze icy cold, a hint of amusement within them.

"You know, I thought it would be harder" Chaewon muses. "With your mark and all"

Yeah, the mark. The blessing which betrays you in most desperate time.

"Where's your little mark, hmm? Or is it too scared to make its appearance?"

"You are not playing fair" you replies. Nearby, a hunter kneels Kazuha in the ribs and she stumbles.

"Who said anything about playing fair?" Chaewon steps slow as the distance between you narrows. "If you want to blame, blame Eros"

She stops and studies you like a predator capturing its prey last moment. Then with a flick of her fingers, she sends you flying upwards.

Your back meets the trunk of a tree with a loud thud and you land with your face on the cushion of grass. You feel like every single bones in your body have turned to powder. A shar pain creep up your legs and you groan in agony.

"What's wrong chosen one? We are just getting started"

You lift yourself up wearily at Chaewon's challenge. You can't feel your legs but you manage to stand up. A few feet away, Chaewon stands, her hands on her hips. She gives you an exaggerated smile.

"You are not already giving up, are you?"

"You little-"

You are not able to finish your words because once again, Chaewon lifts a finger and an invisible force drags you backward until you crush into another tree.

You stumble, kneels shaking and your face graze the grass. Your mind is a jumble of anger and fear. But it is soon overwhelmed by the pain that leaves your mind blank.

"Get up"

For some reason, Chaewon's voice seems distant. You use the last bit of your strength to lift your face off the ground and your eyes catch a blurry sight of Chaewon and the sword in her hand. Your eyes move further back and your heart twitches painfully.

Kazuha has been overwhelmed by the hunters. Golden blood is pouring out of even more wounds all across her body and her gladius has scattered off away. Her only futile attempts to keep alive are the blasts of light she often summons to drive away her enemies. But it is obvious that shes going to fall victim to their razor sharp blades very soon.

Maybe it's the power of friendship. Maybe you are just scared out of your wits. Neverthless, you feel the all familiar burning sensation that originates from your pelvis and spreads through your whole body. However, this time, lust isn't the only thing that accompany the mark's wake. There's another feeling that you can't quite put a finger on. All you know is that it's ancient and have been buried deep inside you for god knows how long. Now, it's finally making its presence known and you happily welcomes its emergence.

All the pain in your body have been washed away. Every broken bone and raptured vessels heal. You bring yourself back to your feet and crack your neck. Strangely, it gives you a sense of contentment.

"What's this madness...?" Chaewon mutters, her pupils wide like a deer in the headlights.

You look at yourself and mutter the same thing. The warm golden glow that envelopes you is there. A reminder of the invulnerability the mark offers. It's a sight you have grown accustomed to. However, there's an addition to the package this time. Every single vein in your body is glowing and humming with power. You can see the tiny rivers of gold that wound all over you. In this moment, nothing else matters except the fact that you have become one of the most powerful beings in existence. You feel invisible, untouchable. You feel like a.....god.

Chaewon spreads her palms, shooting out silvery tendrils towards your direction but they quickly diminish once they reach a few feets away from you. She tries to summon her bow and launch a volley of arrows but they follow the same fate as her earlier attempt to harm you.

"Don't waste your efforts. We both know it's not gonna work" You muse as you slowly close your distance to Chaewon.

The hunters attacking Chaewon has frozen with shock; all of them staring at the scene unfolding before them. How dangerous are they now if even their mistress is powerless against you?

"What are you staring at? Charge!" Chaewon's order break the hunters out of their trance and all of them charge at you at once, their blades drawn.

A voice inside you orders and you clasp your hands, sending out a radiant wave of red that wash over the hunters. For a moment, everything is still. Then, the hunters start acting in the craziest way possible.

Their faces flush a deep shade of red like those caught comitting a deed they are not supposed to. Their legs start trembling. "Fuck. No. What-" One of them mummur as she tries to stop her legs from quivering like crazy. Another cover her mouth with her hands to muffle a moan. Much to your surprise, a wet stain is growing at the crotch of all their jeans.

Not a moment later, all of the hunters have collaspe onto the ground, desperately pulling off their jeans. Some even rip the fabric apart. Thats when you see your handiwork. All of their pussies are wet and glistening; clenching around nothing as if asking for something to fill them up. Some of them start to dig a finger or two into their wet holes, pumping to compensate for the pleasure that only a cock can bring. The others are still trying to hold on to their dignity but it's clear as day that they are fighting a losing batttle. Without a single movement, a geyser of squirt erupts from a hunter and she lets out the most primordial scream. The less composed ones even start to make out with each other; their bodies pressed together and their fingers digging deep into each other aching cunts.

You feel like you are in the wet dream of a Chaewon stan. Not a single Chaewon but ten are giving you a free webshow. All of their dignity have been thrown out of the window. The only thing that matters now is to satisfy the need their pussies demand. In this moment, those hunters are no different from camgirls.

"You fool! What have you done?" No matter how much she tries to mask it, the panic in Chaewon's voice is crystal clear.

You shrug. "I don't know either but it seems like your hunters are horny"

Her face twitches in anger. "I will kill you" She unfolds her palms, sending out tendrils of blinding light in your direction. You close your eyes to avoid getting blinded and when you reopen them, nothing have changed except the fact that Chaewon stands, dazed.

"What- what the fuck?" Chaewon swears and you almost want to laugh but you gotta assert your dominance.

"Well, I thought you already know. The mark makes me invisible"

"It's not possible. The last time I-"

'The last time'. Once again, you can't help but wonder what she means by that.

"Last time?" You ask for the second time. This time, Chaewon doesn't brush off your question. Instead, she stutters.

"No...no...it can't be. That power. It's impossible.."

"Well, as you can see, it's not"

Wasting no time, you advance on Chaewon slowly, each step calculated and measured. There's no need to rush. It's clear who's the victor here.

It doesn't take long for Chaewon to realize her disadvantage. Wasting no time, she pulls out a dagger from her belt and lunge at you with inhuman speed. That's her mistake.

As soon as she reaches a few feet away, she's thrown off balance like an invisible barrier has stopped her. The mark doing its job very well.

"For someone who knows a lot about the mark, you are pretty stupid" You say as you hover over her limp form that lies on the ground.

"Stay away from me, you filthy animal!" The goddess threatens but both of you know it has no real bite to it.

You hear a loud moan and your eyes dart to where Artemis's hunters are having the craziest orgy. A couple is scissoring, their pussies rubbing against each other in a frantic and almost animalistic way. Their faces distorted like bitches in heat. One Chaewon is eating out the other who lays sprawled on the grass while another take a seat on her face. And one lays propped to the tree, her fingers deep in her pink hole and squirting a fountain with ever pump. It's a sight to behold.

Further back, Kazuha sits under a tree, panting. You feel a pang of worry after seeing all her bloody wounds but at least she will live. And you have another task to focus here.

Chaewon takes your distraction as an opportunity and throws a jab from down below but you quickly grab her waist and pin her hand to the ground.

"I must say, I do admire your persistence"

"Let go of me!"

Her voice is so desperate, so demanding you almost let out a chuckle.

"What is it you say again? Men are filthy? Well, now that filthy man is going to take away your precious virginity"

The reality of your intention dawns on Chaewon and her pupils contract with fear. No more is the triumph, cocky goddess. What lies beneath you is nothing but another immortal who has fallen victim to your power.

"You can't be serious"

"Oh, I am" You touch her top with a single finger and in no time, it burns to ashes, leaving her upper body bare. You can get a clear view of her pink perky nipples that seems to be demanding your mouth on them. But that can wait.

"Stop it!" Chaewon's free hand strikes you again but you repeat your earlier motion and pins it down to the ground. Now, both of her hands are trapped. She spits in your face but you couldn't care less.

"Snappy, are we?" You take one of her now erect nipples into your mouth and bite down with just the slightest force, eliciting a mewl from her.

"I swear I will - mmph" Chaewon's protests are silenced as your teeth sinks once again, this time a bit more harder. Your tongue swipes across the pink bud then around her aerola.

"You little - fuck!" Your mouth makes its way to her other nipple, which is no less stiff than the other. For someone who's being all defiant, her tits are telling a different story. You take your tine tasting every inch of Chaewon's nipple before finally pulling back after a particularly forceful bite.

Chaewon's face no longer have the initial fury. Instead, it has been clouded by a lust filled haze. She pant, beads of sweat trickling down her temple. Her mouth has been parted slightly but her vocal cords betray no sound.

"How is it, hmm? To be used by a man?"

You ask, closing your indexes and thumbs around her nipples before giving them another pinch. Her body jerks upward, legs trembling.

"You....you...have no idea....what you are..."

Her voice is so low it can be mistaken for a breath. Her chest heaves with each word, as if talking has become the hardest task in her life. Her lips part again but before she can mutter more nonsense, you shut her up with your own lips.

"Mmmmph" Chaewon's words get slurred, reduced into nothing but jumbles of muffles and moans when your tongue invades her oral hole. Your tongue explore, tracing every inch of her warm wet hole before it finally found its mate; her very own tongue. Your muscles interwined, greedily lapping up anything Chaewon can offer: the drool, the warmth, the whole squelching wet mess.

Your hands aren't mandatory either. A single touch with your index on her pants and much like her top, it burns away to crisp. As much as this new ability of yours is handy, you really wish it wouldn't be activated all the time. You don't want to end up stripping someone acciidentally.

As soon as her lower body is bare, your fingers snake their way along her inner thighs - tracing the supple path of skin on your way to her core. It doesn't take long for you to find her unprotected pussy despite your lack of vision. The wetness and these smooth folds are unmistakable.

You stop the finger fucking, just to imprint Chaewon's expression in memory before you fuck her up in all the right ways. The goddess is left panting like a bitch, lips parted and drool spilling. Not a trace of pride left in those silvery irises.

Your middle and ring fingers dig into her folds and even before you get their whole lengths in, Chaewon's already moaning like it's your cock which has entered her virgin hole. Perhaps this is a sample of what she will be like when you actually pound her to oblivion; screaming your name, begging and begging until she can't anymore.

It's the perfect revenge.

"For someone who hate cocks, you are already leaking like a faucet"

You mock before pulling your fingers back and ramming them back into her hole, earning another mewl from her.

"Cat got your tongue?"

Another thrust and thsi time, she actually speaks.

"Stop....stop....I..."

"Can't hear you"

And with that, your fingers go back to work, pumping her hole steady and in rhythm. Her pussy really lives up to its reputation of being a forbidden treasure to man. It's apparent in the way its tighteness engulf your fingers in a deadly grip.

The first few thrusts are tedious, her walls blocking the way with their millenial old tighteness. But after a few more pumps, all the protection crumbles and her hole becomes nothing but a playground for your fingers. And perhaps, for the first time, start spilling her womanly fluid.

You add your index, now fucking her with three fingers and it produces the most sinful of gasps and breaths from that shrewd tongue. Her cheeks are red; not a blush but rather an indicator of the heat you are pumping into her with every thrust of your fingers.

You allow your eyes to waver your attention from Chaewon's slut face just a moment and see the strangest scene unfolding. All of Artemis's hunters; all the Chaewons, who are acting like whores just a moment ago has now reached a new level of ecstasty. All of them lay sprawled out on the grass, their moans combining into a orchestra of lewdest sounds. Their legs are spread open and every moment or so, a geyser of squirt would erupt from their dripping pussies.

Wanting to test something, you abruptly stop the finger action on Chaewon. Then everything go still. The hunters stop being the rowdy ones they were just a few moments ago. The panting is still there but no more squirting. You almost burst out laughing.

Just as Artemis has said, they are really 'sisters'. They are 'one'. Not like you are a psychologist but you recognize they have a hive mind, which helps them coordinate their attacks perfectly. But the downside is, it also works when one of them is getting treated like a slut. If their mistress gets fingered, so will they. A brilliant flaw for you to utilize.

Eager to try out this new feature, you waste no time digging your fingers back into Chaewon's soaking cunt, instantly producing groans and moans from her hunters. Meanwhile, their mistress is far gone - pupils dilated and mouth hanging open like a fish on land. Even when your thrusts increase with each second, all the reaction you can get out of her are the momentary jerks and writhes of her legs. You have completely broken this goddess.

Nonetheless, you don't need anymore sign to realize that she's teetering on the edge. Her pulsing walls, the increased quaking of her thighs - all give the approaching end away. It doesn't take long for you to finally give her the release she so desperately seeks. With one last pump of your fingers, you make her crumble.

It seems to never end - the shower of juice erupting from her wet depths. It gets all over your clothes and your hair. But you just stand there, smiling like a madman as you take in the view of another goddess becoming prey to her own pleasure. Just another day for the chosen one.

When her orgasm finally subsides, Chaewon is left a mess - chest heaving and eyes rolled up. Her body is slick with sweat, glistening despite the misty haze of this place. Further back, her hunters has followed the same route. Their bare bodies lay limp on the grass, spent. You admire your handiwork for a moment before you move on to the next step.

If anyone thinks you are finished here, they would be wrong. This is just the prologue to your grand plan of deflowering the goddess. And even if she weren't a virgin, you would have still done the same. Because the mark of Asmodeus is hungry. And the lust it has brewed up in you needs to be satisfied.

And the mark knows it too. Because with a single will, all the clothes on your body shimmer in a blinding light and disappear. And that's when you see it; your cock, which has become the hardest material in the world. All your throbbing veins have become visible, glowing plae gold and enveloped by a faint halo. Not to mention the mark, burning a deep shade of scarlet. This is no longer a male sexual organ. This is the weapon of a god.

Triumphantly, your fingers entangle in the goddess's raven hair, bringing her face close to yours. Is that a slither of resistance you see in her eyes? It doesn't matter. This is your hunting ground and she is the prey.

"Tired already? We are just getting started dear"

Chaewon mutters something that sounds like something between a moan and a huff. It's hard to say with her broken voice.

"Say something bitch"

You spit in her face, a revenge for earlier. Still, the goddess is silent except for incoherent raspy gasps. She just stays there, her pupils dilated like a lifeless doll.

You should be proud of the job you have done. How thoroughly you have ruined Chaewon with your fingers alone. But seeing her this broken ruins your mood. Sure, you are still gonna fuck her. But where's the fun when the only reaction you can get out of deflowering her are bits and pieces of sound. It's a complete turn off.

And then there it comes again. The voice inside you. No. A tug would be more suitable - an urge that manifests so suddenly. Without thinking, you touch Chaewon's forehead with your index finger.

Much to your horror, a line of red starts to burn just below her neck. It wounds into a circle on her skin then trace a straight line across it. After a while, you realize. The mark of Asmodeus is being carved on her skin - the very mark on your plevis.

After the imprinting is complete, the mark flares to life. But unlike yours, it doesn't glow scarlet. Instead, it shines a brilliant blue. Chaewon's eyes open and for a moment, you panick.

Have you acidentally transferred your mark to Chaewon?

"Master"

The words that leave Chaewon's lips leave you confused. It's like the goddess have become a different person. She kneels, looking up at you with eyes full of life. The silver of them replaced by blue.

"How can I serve you?"

That's when you understand what this new mark actually does. It has turned the goddess into a slut by completely altering her will. Just how powerful have you become?

You decided to leave the question for later, focusing on your new servant instead.

"You can start by putting that mouth of yours to good use"

"As you wish, master"

Chaewon's fists close on your cock, starting off with a full fingers handjob. She pumps your pole slowly, admiring all those veins glittering gold. The pace is slow and yet, you find her touch addictive. Maybe this is what a goddess's handjob feels like.

"Master cock is so big....so beautiful..."

With that praise, she brings her face a sucking distance from your cock. Her lips are hovering just above your tip and you can feel her warm breath that tickles your length. If this is foreplay, it's doing its job very well. After a couple more languid stroke and tantalizing breaths, you can't take it any more.

"I think I told you to suck me off"

"Sorry master"

Her soft lips finally closes in around your tip and there isn't any words to describe how heavenly the feeling is. The way those pink things drag along your tip only to pull it back in - it's the emboidment of ecstasy. You could have just let her focus solely on your tip and blow a load into her mouth. That's how good it is.

But Chaewon have different plans. Her mouth suddenly takes more than half of your length in one swift bob. The action causes her hair to fall in strands around her face but she looks even more beautiful that way. Messy face, all her assests exposed and mouth stuffed by your pole. This is your favorite form of art.

"Fuck, Chaewon. Don't stop"

A moan reasonates around your cock - the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. You don't know if it was a muffled sound of graitude or a planned act but you enjoy it nonetheless. If not, you want her to do it again.

You take a moment to study your surroundings as Chaewon works her magic. Among the tall grass, propped by the pines are the hunters, who have been now tied up with translucent lassos. Not like it's necessary. They are too horny to even lift a finger.

The work is, without a doubt, done by Kazuha. And speaking of Kazuha, she nows sit on the ground, looking no less ragged than before. At least the bleeding have stopped. Her eyes are fixed on the scene of Chaewon blowing your cock. No sign of shame or embarassment on that cold face. The same face she has wore when you fucked her fellow angel Yeji.

You turn away from your audience back to the slutty goddess who's worshipping your cock. Her blowjob has become a total mess all this while - spit bubblig and drool spilling. Ever so often, a gag would comes out distorted whenver your cock hits the back of her throat. You look into those watery eyes and praise.

"Look at you, Artemis. All whiny about being allergic to man before and now you are letting a man shove his cock down your mouth. You must be the biggest liar ever"

Chaewon doesn't seem to understand any of your words so she just keeo bobbing her head. She has been brainwashed into a whore whose only will is to serve your cock. And you can live with that happily.

Chaewon doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. She just keeps impaling her hole on your cock again and again and again. Gag reflex seems a million light years away. Is this another perk of being a goddess?

You are becoming too consumed by Chaewon's sloppy head. It's filthy, wet and messy. A perfect brew of your darkest desires. If she keeps on with it, her pussy wouldn't be the place you are storing your load in.

It'd be so easy to get lost in the bliss her skillful tongue is providing but you have other holes to take care of. A s much as it's difficult, you grab a fistful of Chaewon's hair and stops her.

She looks up, chin drenched in her own drool. She almost looks disappointed about the abrupt halt.

"Let's take a look at that tight virgin hole, shall we?"

You ask and Chaewon nods in return.

"Is master gonna take my virginity? Finally fill my pussy with his hot load?"

If the Artemis in the distant past can see the brainless whore she hae become, she wouldn't have even tried to touch you. But now, it's too late.

"That's the plan. Turn around. Show me that ass"

"I can't wait for your cock to stuff me full, master"

And with that she turns, getting on all fours to display those pale cheeks. Her back is slick with sweat and it only gets you pumped up even more. You have no time for foreplay. Not with how drunk on arousal you are. You need to pound her cunt. Hard and fast.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkk"

Chaewon lets out a carnal groan as soon as your tip part her lips, easing its way in inch by inch. Despite all the juices she has wet herself with earlier, you are surprised to find the grip of her pussy still unyielding. Her walls clench on you in a vice grip and if it's not for the mark, the pressure would have been unbearable.

You start off with a few slow thrusts, getting accustomed to the topography of her unused hole. It doesn't take long until your dick mold her insides to its shape. Getting the first taste of a man's dick, her pussy has already become addicted to the rigid foreign body stretching her out. Her walls are pulsing as if begging you to go deeper.

"Master. I need you to fill me up. Make me so full...nghhh"

You cut off Chaewon's breath by inserting another extra inch to suffice the goddess's thirst for your cock. The fingering earlier has done its job well to coat her walls with a natural lube. Her juice slicken walls allow you to ease in inch by inch.

The initial tighteness was no more. All it's left to do is stretch open the rest of her uncharted depths. You are in no rush. The only thing better than being the first time of someone is being the first time of a goddess.

The goddess who just tried to kill you.

It's sick but the thought is an unbearble turn on that gets your cock throbbing even more. All her daggers and arrows and blades are useless against your cock, opening her up like a gift.

"More. Give me more. Yes, stretch my cunt. Yes yes yessss"

Chaewon's past the point of saving. Cock drunk would be the only word to describe this new toy of yours. She won't stop begging even when she's getting impregnated by the gloriest cock to exist.

And the needy mewls go on when you finally bury your whole length to the hilt. You hold there, balls deep. A second passes. Then two. New status of Artemis: deflowered.

"You are filling me up so well master. I can feel you getting even harder. Are you gonna paint my insides? Put a baby in me? I-"

"Shut up, slut"

The constant nagging of Chaewon's get on your nerves in a twisted way, urging you to show no mercy to this goddess whose holes are the only use she will ever had. With a tight grip on her bangs, you pull her face up, looking into those rolled up bedroom eyes as you pound her hole without mercy.

The verse opf Artemis has become nothing but a backdrop for your impudent act - squelches of your pelvis against her cheeks echoing in every direction. It becomes even more harmonious combined with the raw unfiltered sounds Chaewon's producing.

So this is what it's like to ruin a goddess, you think. Taking Persephone anally was one hell of a ride(quite literally) but it's nothing compared to this. Artemis is a completely different breed. And this time, you don't have to worried about getting caught. You have all the time in the world. And you will spend it wisely.

Your tip kisses Chaewon's cunt as you ram your length into her with increasing force if that's even possible. Her cheeks jiggle like jelly each time you make contact and you can't resist the urge to spank that pale ass.

"Fuck!"

Chaewon mewls as soon as the first slap of many to come lands on her right cheek quickly followed by another to the left. You are memorized by the way her flesh ripples, which leads your palm to work relentlessly. Left, right, left, right and left, right until her round ass has turned scarlet - the proof of your ownership imprinted on her.

Getting pretty bored of her ass, you stop of a moment to turns her around in a missionary position. You give each of her tits a harsh slap before you ram your cock back into her snug cavern again.

"Yesssssss"

Eyes rolled up and tongue hanging out in a perfect ahaego face, Chaewon is no different from a cheap slut anyone can pound with a few bucks. That's how much she has come to love your rigid mamba violating her cherished hole in every way possible. And the best part is, she's loving it.

"Master. I'm gonna...."

You grip her thighs and opens her legs even wider to put yourself in a mating press position. This way, you can spear into Chaewon as deep as you could. When you start pistoning your hips, Chaewon shows her gratitude by spilling her juices for the second time.

You fuck her through her orgasm, not giving her a single moment to catch her breath. Afterall, she's your toy. And toys are supposed to stay there and be used whatever way their owner likes. And Chaewon is a perfect example.

You can feel the mark growing hoter, its red glow bathing Chaewon in a vermillion veil. As if in response, the blue mark on her chest shimmers even brighter. The sight of those two marks; an unbreakable connection pushes you over the edge.

If this isn't ecstasy, you don't know what is. You can feel the adrenaline inside you reaching the peak for a final time as you pump her cunt full of your hot, sticky cum. The first few spurts go straight to her womb soon followed by the remaining seeds in your balls, which are perfectly smeared all over her midriff and tits.

"Master's cum. So hot..."

Artemis mutters dreamily as you spill the few last drops on her face. Her fingers dig into her loose hole, digging out your cum before bringing it into her mouth.

"Mhmm. Delicious"

She collects more of your fluid all over her body, tating it like her favorite meal. On second thought, its no surpirse a slut like her can live on your cum.

You can feel the power already draining out from your body. The mark dims and fades until not a single trace of it is left on your skin. Then comes the fatigue, which hits you like a truck.

The world does a 360 degree around you and you have to hold yourself up on your palms. You could have just lied there and never woke up again. The mark has done its job and leaft you weak and frail.

Surprisingly, the mark have faded on Chaewon too. Her chest is back to the smooth canvas it once was. A stream of cum leaks out of her used hole as she lays there, heaving.

The scenery around you starts to shift. The wood has gone lifeless. The cold calm it once held has been replaced by an uncanny lifelessness. It makes your skin crawl.

Then cracks start to appear out of thin air like glass walls being fractured. The ground rumbles and a loud wail rises up from it. You panick, desperately seeking for something to hold onto.

"Hold there"

Kazuha's voice splits through the air.

"It will be over soon"

Who are you gonna trust if you don't trust an angel?

So you obey, trying not to scream as the whole place starts to crumble. More cracks have appeared and soon the world around you is covered by messy fractures.

Then the rumbling stops and with a sound like glass breaking, the scenery around you shatters to pieces.

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You blink and you are back to the hall of Eros.

"I would have clapped if my hands weren't tied you know"

Eros is still there, not an inch moved fron his position before with hands bound. That stupid grin has beem plastered on his face - displaying his pearly whites.

"You are welcome"

You retort before realizing you are butt naked and instinctively cover your manhood with your hands.

"Kazuha gets to watch but I don't? No fair"

You would have punched Eros in the face if you don't feel like you are gonna pass out any moment. The audacity of this little fucker to joke around after putting your life on the line.

"Kazuha? What are you doing? Get me out of these"

Kazuha looks like she would have left Eros that way if he doesn't speak up. Reluctantly, she brings down her arms in a wide arc and slash through the chain.

"Thank you"

Eros's tone sound almost mocking as he stands and stretches his arms. After cracking his neck, he looks straight at you with those brilliant blue eyes.

"Well done, Michael! You have accomplished what I exactly hoped for"

"What? Fucking another goddess?"

"Her? Shush. No way"

He gestures to the right and that's when you see Artemis and all her hunters, sprawled out all across the hall with their bodies bare. None of them seems to be conscious.

"Do you know the reason I get caught? Because I intended to"

Another flex. Typical fucking Eros.

"Can you just get to the point? I can't promise you my mind and body will be in contact after a few minutes"

"You always skip the good parts Michael" He sounds almost regretful. "The thing is I enter Artemis's verse with the helm of darkness on purpose to lure her here"

"Wh-"

"Why? You may ask. Because I want her to kill you"

You are really starting to hate that habit of Eros that always seems to refuse giving a straight up answer. The god has to get a little 'creative'.

"Wh-"

"Why? To awaken the mark fully. To bring out its full potential. And you saw it didn't you? All the pain is worth it. It's a small price to pay for absolute power"

You hate yourself for believing the same thing. You would gladly traded all the blood you spilled to unlock the mark's secrets. Only you know what that power, that total certainity was like. It's like nothing else.

"So.....all the torturing Artemis did help the mark to reach its full power?"

"Exactly" Eros snaps his fingers.

"What about the helm of darkness then? Don't tell me you lost it"

"Oh no" Eros spreads his palm and the power symbol of Hades manifests with smoky tendrils. "I gave her a decoy"

Did what Eros said explain everything?

Not at all. This love god looks all jolly and easy going on the outside but sometimes, his action reminds you that you have no idea how twisted he actually is deep down. He has helped you obtained all this power and for what? And also something Artemis had said about someone else possessing the mark before you.....

"Why-"

Your question is interrupted by a loud chime reasonating around the hall. You have absolutely no idea this place has door bells.

"Who......"

Eros trails off before his eyes fix on a single door of many that circles the hall. This one is a set of tall marble doors with numerous designs of flowers and swans engraved on its surface. Seems like something Eros would absolutely love. But the god doesn't look so happy right now.

"Oh...shit"

The doors swung open and bright rays of light flood the room. You have to put up your arms to shield your eyes. The glow finally subsides to reveal a figure, standing with arms crossed.

Anger lines are eteched onto Karina's face - offering a strak contrast to its otherworldly beauty. The leader of Aespa looks like she's going to explode any moment.

"Eros!" She grumbles. "What are you doing?"

The usual carefree look on Eros's face is no more. All you can see is fear and dread.

His lips part and seal rapidly like a seabass, unable to make a sound. After a while, realization dawns on his face that he can't escape this. And that's when he speaks.

"Mom?"

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(This has been in my drafts for so long and I'm just too lazy to finish it. Might have gone a bit overboard with the word count. This is probably the longest fic I have written lol. Enjoy)

[fuckkkkkklol]

A Christmas Carol

Ft. Sakura, Yunjin and Kazuha (and a slither of Irene)

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This is my christmas fic. Not really jolly but well..

The first snow of December fell lazily, like the sky itself had decided to procrastinate. Arbor's edge, a town that always felt too small and too big at the same time, was cloaked in a thin blanket of white. The streetlamps casted ghastly glows on the street jostling with cheerful people but to you, it felt more like a reminder that the holiday season was here, whether you wanted it or not.

You sat in the corner booth of a diner you were too lazy to memorize the name, nursing a cup of coffee that had long since gone lukewarm. The spoon scraped the bottom of the cup as you stir it mindlessly, having nothing better to do with your hands. Christmas music droned softly through the speakers - some old crooner crooning about snow and mistletoes. You hated mistletoes. Maybe you hated the way it made you remember her.

"Pie?" the waitress asked, her voice chipier in a way that made your teeth ache. Her name tag read Heather, and there was a spring of plastic holly pinned to her apron. Her smile was the kind that stretched too wide, like she's worried her friendliness wouldn't show.

You shook your head. "Just the coffee"

She hestiated for a second then jingled off back to the counter, her fake earrings chiming faintly. The lines on your face seemed to be etched deeper in the black surface of the coffee, swirling like a vortex from your stirs.

Outside, the street was alive with people bundled in scarves and parkas, carrying their holiday groceries and laughing at things you couldn't hear. The light strung along the buildings blinked in unison, a rhythm you found unnervingly cheerful. You sighed and turned your attention back to the window where frost patterns crept across the glass like a map to nowhere.

The coffee had gone cold, but you kept sipping it, more out of habit than need. It's a silent rebellion against the idea that you should leave and go home, where an old friend called emptiness awaited. You knew the routine too well: the dead silence of the apartment, the hum of the fridges compensating for the lack of conversation.

Somewhere behind the counter, Heather laughed like a blissful hyena at someone's joke. Mixed with the clinks of dishes, it's enough to make you feel more like a ghost than a person.

You glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:14 PM. Too early to call it a night but too late to do anything useful. The snow outside was starting to pick up, accumulating in thick layers that turns sidewalks into slick ribbons of slush. People were retreating into their homes, the streets emptying except for the occasional cars that passed by, their headlights cutting through the dark.

The bell above the diner's door jingled but you barely glanced up. Another customer. Someone you probably didn't know. Someone passing through. But the change their presence brought is unmistakable. You felt a shift in the air, like the pressure had dropped. The way it does before a storm.

"Pretty cold, huh?" Heather's voice rang out, too bright for her own good. You caught a glimpse of the new arrival from the corner of your eyes: a woman in a red velvet dress with white fur trim along the neckline and the hem. Like someone who just returns from a Christmas themed costume party. It's a wonder how she's able to withstand the cold in such a short dress.

You didn't mean to stare but something about her caught you. Maybe it was the way she strides without a hint of jolly christmas spirit - unlike most people this time of the year. Or it's the primal instinct of a male to indulge in the presence of a female. Either way, your eyes were fixed.

She slid into the booth and sat perfectly still, like she belonged here. She must know you had been staring because she returns your gaze with an intensity no less than yours. And you were breathtaken.

There could be two reasons for this. Actually, three.

The other party is monstrously ugly.

The other party is otherworldly beautiful.

You have gotten so drunk that you have started hallucinating.

Considering coffee was the only thing you had had the whole day, the second option is valid for this matter. Her face is angelic in a way angels could never be. From her dark irises to the curve of her chin, everything screams God's favorite. Maybe someone upstairs have decided to brought a blessing to your miserable holiday.

"Ethan Collaway" she said, voice soft but unyielding.

Your heart dropped. You had never met her. You were sure of it.

"Do I know you?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

The woman tilts her head slightly, as if she's amused by your question. "Not yet"

You blinked, trying to make sense of her words. She leaned back in her seat, folding her arms like she's disappointed by your confusion.

"Not yet?" you repeated. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means" she smiled faintly. "that we are about to get very well acquainted. But there's no need to rush. Finish your coffee first"

You glanced down at the cup, now completely cold. "I think I'm done"

She raised an eyebrow, her expression hovering between pity and amusement. "Suit yourself. But you will regret wasting the small comforts later. You always do"

You shifted uneasily at her words. "Okay" you said. "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"I know more than your name, Ethan" she leans forward now, resting her elbows on the table. Her eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment everything seemed to fade away - the hum of conversation, the clink of dishes, even Heather's festive laughter faded away, leaving only you and her in isolation.

"I know the weigh you carry" she continued, voice impossibly steady. "I know you sit in that apartment of yours, staring at walls that have nothing to say. Trying to fill the void in your heart with alcohol when you know there's only one person who can do the job. And I know you yearn for a second chance. An opportunity to set things right again" she pauses, breathe in. "But it's too late, isn't it? People regrets only when things are broken and can't be repaired. And when you hear laughter, like the kind outside this window" - she gestured towards the frost covered glass - "you tell yourself it's just noise. But deep down, you wonder what it feels like to laugh like that again. To feel loved.

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. "Listen. I don't know what game you're trying to play but-"

"No games" she interrupted. "Just the truth. And here's another: tonight is the first step. A choice, really. Stay as you are - alone and bitter - or take a chance on something different"

Your laugh came out shriller than you intended, the kind of defensiveness that only comes when someone hits a nerve. "Different? You speak like you're the Ghost of Christmas Past or something"

She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Close. But I prefer Irene"

Before you can respond, the bell above the diner chimed again. You turned instinctively, expecting to see a customer. Instead, the room seemed to shift again, the air growing colder despite the warmth of the heater. When you looked back at the woman, she weren't there anymore.

She was standing beside you now, so close that her voice seemed to pierce right into your ears.

"Pay attention, Ethan" she warned, voice commanding. "The clock is ticking"

And just like that, the lights flickered, and everything went dark.

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The diner completely dissolved into blackness so complete it felt like falling into a void. For a moment, the only sound you could hear is the faint hum of your own pulse, racing so fast as if to catch up with reality.

Then a light appeared - small at first but quickly growing into a warm glow that engulfed everything. You blinked, trying to shield your eyes. But the action is not needed. Because this light didn't sting. It was different - soft and familiar.

When your vision cleared, you found yourself in an apartment. The smell of stale air filled your nose, mixed with the faint, phantom trace of something like jasmine. Or lavender. Something entirely hers.

This was your apartment, unmistakably. But it's a stark contrast to the mess it was now. The walls were bright with fresh paint. Not a trace of cobwebs or dust. The stacks of books were stacked neatly on a table. Everything was so neat. So in order. So her.

"It's funny" the woman, now known as Irene, mused behind you. "How this place had looked habitable. Like an actual home"

Reluctantly, you moved to a familiar spot by the couch - that spot you'd always leave your shoes no matter how much she grumbled about it. You looked up and there it was: The past you and Sakura.

She was standing at the kitchen counter, her hair falling in loose strands around her shoulders, a soft grin on her lips. She wore one of your oversized sweaters, sleeves too long for her hands but she didn't seem to mind it. She was holding a mug of something - probably tea - and she was laughing. At you.

"No, no, Ethan" she was saying in the familiar voice you had missed so much it hit you square in the chest when you heard it again. "You don't just pour the milk first. That's sacrilege. It's tea making 101"

You were standing across from her, arms crossed in mock defiant. "It tastes the same either way. You are just being picky"

She gasped, feigning outrage. "Picky? That's rich coming from a guy who needs his peanut butter spread to the edge on every sandwich"

You grinned then, leaning against the counter. "Details matter"

"And yet, you still don't understand tea", she teased, sipping from her mug. The light in her eyes shone brighter when she smiles - its warmth never failing to pull you in, no matter how bad your day was.

"See how she spoke so softly" Irene said behind the present you. "Even your stubbornness seemed smaller when she spoke"

The scene shifted like a film cutting to the next reel. Now, it was the couch - your couch, where the cushions were sunken just slightly on her sides. She was curled up against you, a book opened in her lap - probably Edgar Allan Poe - that neither of you were reading. Her fingers traced invisible patterns on your forearm, and your head rested lightly against hers.

"I think this is my favorite spot" she muttered, her fingers pausing their journey across your skin.

"Here?" you asked, shifting slightly to look at her.

"Here. There. Anywhere. With you" she answered, her eyes meeting yours like a silent dare for you to argue.

You didn't. Instead, you leaned in, pressing your forehead lightly against hers. A small gesture, but it mattered the world to you.

"Do you ever think about the future" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated, your hand brushing her cheek. "The future as in....?"

"As in us" she said, pulling back just enough to search your face. "Where we'll go. What we'll be"

"I think" you answered carefully, slowly. "that whenever we end up, I'll be fine as long as it's with you"

A laugh bubbled out of her, her cheeks tinted rosy with a blush. "That's too smooth. Did you practice that in the mirror?"

"No" you said, smiling despite yourself. "Now I'm glad I didn't screw it up"

She kissed you then - not hurried or desperate, but softly, like she was trying to memorize the shape of your lips against her. It's the kind of kiss that lingered forever long after it ceased.

The memory faded then, just as quickly as it had come. But your mind continued to play out the scene.

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Fragment 1

"Mhmm, babe. Ugh, don't stop" Sakura's slender frame writhed beneath you as your cock entered and re-entered her wet slit in a steady rhythm. The old couch sunk and creak with each thrust you made, adding to the symphony of her beautiful moans. Unlike the soft, tender girl she mostly was, Sakura was vocal at sex - never failing to express her gratitude when your huge cock stretched her out. The neighbors next doors must be accustomed to the sound by now. You doubt these walls are thick enough to silence her pleas not to stop. You couldn't care less. Not now.

"Fuck. You are stretching me out so good. Don't stop babe. Oh My God" Sakura cried out as you gave her a particularly hard thrust, your tip kissing her cunt. And more curses and moans followed as you continued to hammer her cunt relentlessly. "Fuck. Fuck. Don't stop" she begs, her nails digging into your back. "Fuck me harder babe. Stretch my tight pussy with your huge cock"

See. This is what you loved about her. She's an angel, really but when you two got up close and personal, that angel is banished, fallen from grace. Instead, a demon possessed her. The kind that can't get enough of your huge cock stirring up her insides over and over. Always begging for more. Never satisfied. No matter how much you breed her.

Her walls clenched around you, milking your shaft as you took her over and over. You were as desperate as her for this. Because the feeling of her warm wet hole twitching around you was like nothing else. And she would say the same way about how good you filled her up. She already did, actually.

"You are so fucking tight, Sakura" you grunted as Sakura's pussy continued to squeeze you like a vice. "I'm going to ruin this little cunt. You are gonna be so full when I'm done with you"

"Yes, yea. Fuck me harder" Sakura screamed, her perky tits bouncing in your face. Unable to resist the sight, you lean down, putting one of her stiff nipples into your mouth. A jolt resonated through her body as you bite down gently, kneading the soft flesh between your teeth. "Make me your dirty little slut"

Who would think the girl who said nothing but sweet words to you would be begging to be your slut? But it's no longer a surprise, rrally. You have learned enough about Sakura's versatility. Forever your angel. Occasionally your slut.

"Fuck. You are going to make me cum" Sakura cried between each breath you took away with your brutal thrusts. Sweat had accumulated on her skin from the relentless pounding she took, dripping in clear streaks. Her eyes, dilated and hazy, did a better job than her words to speak about the onslaught of pleasure she's under.

Sakura's pussy is no easy hole to stretch but your hips kept bucking, as though driven by a supernatural force. You didn't care about how sore you must be the next morning nor how she wouldn't be able to walk for days after you were done. All you care about was this: the collision between your pelvises each time you make contact . The action itself more romantic to you than any tender gesture. This is connection- you two becoming one.

"i'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cummingggg" Sakura repeated the words like a mantra as she creamed on your cock, her back curving gracefully as her legs trembled. The way her walls pulsated around you as her juice gushed out was enough to send you over the edge. Soon, you were following her in the flight of bliss, pumping spurt after spurt of your warm load into her welcoming cunt.

It took a few more slow thrusts before you finally extracted your shaft out of Sakura's now spent hole. Your cum dripped out of her in a white streak as soon as the stuffing is removed. It stained the couch. Just like countless other times.

You studied Sakura's face, which now wore a peaceful, dormant mask. Her chest rised and fell steadily with her breath and her eyelids were heavy with exhaustion. Still, she doesn't fail to give you that warm smile that looked out of place in her current state. "You came a lot" she panted, then "I love you"

You didn't know if it's possible to replace lust with love right after sex but in that moment, you seemed to. "I love you too, Sakura. Always"

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You blinked, coming back to your senses and turned to Irene, your throat tight. "Why are you showing me this?"

Irene's expression was unreadable. "Because she gave you something too good for you. Something you don't know how to hold. And you have been letting it slip through your fingers ever since"

You clenched your fists, the pain in your chest unbearble. "What do you want me to do? Go back? Fix it? It's too late. She's gone"

"Gone" she agreed, her voice soft. "But not forgotten. Maybe that's the problem"

Once again, the world blurred away into a swirl of white and green. When it settled again, you are standing on a path, flanked on both sides by tall, snow-dusted pines. The air was crisp, just the right amount of cold to be cozy. Snow fell steadily, softening the edges around everything - the lmapposts, the branches, the footprints trailing along the path.

And then you saw them.

You and Sakura.

She was walking slightly ahead, bundled in a red scarf and a cream coat that rebelled against the snowflakes. Her breath misted in the air as she turned to you - her younger self - her cheeks pink from the cold.

"Ethan, you are walking like a tortoise" she called, wearing that same warm smile. "It's not that slippery"

"Maybe I just don't want to catch up" younger you replied, voice light though his hands were fidgeting in the coat pockets.

Sakura rolled her eyes but she slowed down just enough to fall into steps beside you. The way she glanced at you then - curious expectant - was so small a gesture but it carried a familiarity that you could feel even now, watching from the sidelines.

"You've been so quiet all night" she nudged him with her elbow. "Something's wrong?"

The younger you hesitated, breath hitching. He stopped walking, snow crunching under his boots as he turned to face her.

"Okay" he answered, exhaling a cloud of white. "I have something to tell you. And it's probably the stupidest thing ever. But please bear with me for a moment....alright?"

Sakura blinked, surprised but her smile didn't falter. "Okay....?" she answered, drawing out each syllable carefully.

He reached into his pockets, pulling out a small, crumpled spring of mistletoe. He held it awkwardly in his hands, trying to keep them from trembling as he offered the mistletoe to Sakura.

"This" he began, swallowing hard. "is how I planned to say this. But I'm gonna do it anyway" You exhaled, meeting her gaze. "I love you, Sakura"

Everything was still for a moment. The world silent except for the steady rhythm of falling snowflakes. Then Sakura's eyes widened, breath hitching.

"Look. I know this is stupid. I totally get it if you don't-"

"No" Skaura interrupted. Then she smiled. She smiled? "You are an idiot"

"What?" the younger you blinked, puzzled.

"You are an idiot" she repeated, her smile growing wider. "You do realize you are supposed to hold that mistletoe above my head, right?"

"So...does it mean-"

He was unable to finish his question because he was instantly silenced by Sakura's lips that muffled his next words. The kiss was gentle at first but it quickly deepened into something fervorous - like their whole lives had been leading up to this moment and they were finally claiming what's rightfully theirs.

Your heart felt like it's being pierced through and through but you didn't tear your gaze away. You can still feel the cold bite of the air, the softness of her lips, the phantom warmth that lingered long after.

"Can't you see what you were destined for?" Irene asked but you can't formulate an answer, your throat tight with emotions. "You gave your heart to her that night. And she returned it with hers. For a while, at least"

You turned away from the scene, your voice thick. "And then I fucked everything up"

Irene didn't reply, only watching as the younger you and Sakura pulled apart, bursting out in laughter.

"You made a promise to her that night" Irene finally said. "One you let yourself forget"

The words lingered in the frozen air as the memory began to blur, snow swirling around you in a sudden, dizzying storm. Soon, everything is enveloped by a torrent of white.

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When your eyes came back into focus, you found yourself back in your apartment. Your breath caught in your throar. It was the old spit again - the couch - but this time, it was alive with a different kind of atmosphere. The heater hummed faintly, filling the silence and the warm light of a bedside lamp illuminated the small, familiar place. It's nothing unfamiliar.

Except that it wasn't Sakura's voice or presence that filled the room.

On the couch, sprawled out with heavy limbs is none other than yourself. The past you. Your shirt was half undone, and a woman who wasn't Sakura lied beside you, her sleek black dress painting an image of a vixen in the dim light. She leaned into you, her lips brushing against your jaw as you tilted your head back, your smile faint but unmistakable.

The present you stepped closer, stomach twisting in horror at the piece of memory you had tried to bury for so long. No. Not this.

"Please..." you begged, already knowing what's about to unfold. "Take me somewhere else"

But Irene stood firm behind you, her gaze unyielding. "This is what you must see"

The woman reached for a glass of wine on the table, tilting it ever so slightly as she swirled it with practiced ease. The way the liquid slosh around was almost hypnotic. "You are so tense" she commented as she runs her palm across your bare chest. "Sakura doesn't take care of you like this, does she?"

The past you flinched, sheathing your smile but you didn't pull away. "It's complicated" you muttered, running a hand through your hair.

"Is it?" the woman replied, her tone sharp. "Or are you too scared to admit I'm better than her?"

She leaned in, so close that her breath tickled your neck. "You just can't get enough of me, can you?" She blew a puff of hot air into your ears, the sensation unexpected but not unwelcomed. "You are never satisfied...."

You glanced at her, putting on a smile to hide your internal conflict. "It's not that simple"

"Isn't it?" she asked, tilting her head so that her hair fell over your shoulder in a pool of midnight silk. "You deserve someone better, Ethan. Someone who knows exactly what you need..."

Your gaze dropped to your laps. "That wouldn't be fair. She's....she's good to me"

The woman's lips curved into sly smile as she set down the glass back on the table. "Good isn't always enough, is it?" her voice dropped to a whisper, words brushing against your ear. "Don't you want more, Ethan? Don't you want me?"

"Don't..." you swallowed hard, resolve wavering as she shifted closer, her legs brushing against yours.

"Tell me" A kiss on your neck, leaving a crimson mark of her lipstick. "Who's better at this?" Another to your jaw. "Riding you. Blowing you. Being your good little....slut?" The last one was a soft brush to your ears that left you drunk in blissful sensations. More. You needed more.

"I can't..." the past you began, voice barely audible.

"Shhh, it's okay" she brought a finger to your lips, silencing you. "It's ok, Ethan. She doesn't have to know"

The present you clenched your fist, gritting your teeth. "Stop this. I fucked up, alright? I don't need to see it again"

"You traded your morals for momentary pleasure. And in doing so, you killed what you had with her"

You looked away, no longer able to comprehend the rewind of your mistakes. You have seen enough. Enough to make you feel like putting a bullet right through your head. But the human's mind worked in mysterious ways. Because it always fails to erase the memories people want to forget the most.

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Fragment 2

Her name was Yunjin. You remembered now. No, that's a lie. You have always remembered. She was a new hire in your company and things started off innocently enough. But to argue, most affairs usually do.

If confidence have a living embodiment, it would be Yunjin. She was sharp angles and quick wit, wearing ambition like a second skin. It's all evident in the way her heels clicked with purpose as she moved through the office.

It all began with a project, one where you and her were on the same team. Despite the endless nights of meetings and paperwork, Yunjin never seemed to falter, always keeping her cool. You admired that about her. And it should have stopped there. Pure innocent admiration.

Her communication skills were no less remarkable. She was easy to talk to, quick to joke, know exactly how to lighten the mood when the pressure becomes too much. Maybe that's what made you finally crumble.

On that fateful evening, you found yourself alone in the conference room after most of the office had emptied out. You were nursing a cup of tea, papers and stationary strewn across the table.

As if on cue, Yunjin entered the moment you lifted the hem of the cup to your lips like she wanted to ensure you couldn't interrupt her greetings.

"You look like you are about to collapse" she commented, leaning back in a chair close to yours with a smirk. She was in her usual office attire - white top and black overcoat paired with a pencil skirt of the same color so that when she crossed her thighs, her pale skin inevitably stood out.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence" you replied, setting the cup back down on the table.

She laughed, a low throaty sound. "Ethan. You are the reason this project just didn't crush and burn, you know?"

You let out an awkward chuckle, caught off guard by the sudden compliment. "It was a team effort"

"Sure" she said, leaning in - her top hanging just loosely enough to reveal a hint of clevage and you swalllow at the sight. It was wrong. But you are only human afterall. "But not everyone could've done what you did"

She inched even more closer and you told yourself that the hand she had come to place on your arm was nothing more than a gesture of companionship. But you couldn't deny the way it made something inside you stir. It's not love. Far from it. But it's equally intoxicating.

You cleared your throat, trying to find your footing. "You are giving me too much credit. It's a team effort"

"Humble, too. I like that" You shivered at the feel of her other hand that had come to rest on your leg. She's doing nothing more than simply placing her smooth palms on the fabric of your trousers. Yet, you can already felt your mamba growing rigid - her touch electric. A few more minutes of this and your boxers wouldn't be able to hide your erection.

You tried to focus on anything else - the clock on the wall, the stack of papers on your desk - but it was impossible to ignore the way she leaned forward, the curve of her collarbone catching the light.

"You know" she said, her tone playful. "You don't give yourself enough credit. You take care of everyone else but who take care of you?"

Sakura. That's who. But at that moment, you are at a lost for words. You tried to say her name out loud but the deep vortex of Yunjin's irises had pulled you in and every rational thought you had had been thrown out of the window.

You didn't know how it happened. When it happened. Everything passed by in a whirlwind of need and lust. The moment you came back to your senses, Yunjin was sprawled out on the long wooden table of the conference room. Everything on it has been shoved down to the floor. By you or her, you couldn't remember. You were looming right above her and you could only wish the table is strong enough to support both of your weights.

Your whole body was bare save for the unbuttoned shirt that hanged loosely on your frame. Yunjin's no different. Her overcoat had been casted away and her top was gone, revealing her perky tits. Your eyes wondered from the bent of her throat, down the planes of of her bare chest, all the way to her toned midriff, finally coming to rest on the nirvana between her legs, barred only by flimsy panties.

You felt your cock throbbing already - a sign of desperateness. All that occupied your mind was how Yunjin would feel around you when you finally penetrated her. She wouldn't fit around you like a glove instantly like Sakura does. But you didn't doubt you can mold this new hole to the shape of your cock. You have all the required qualities.

"Are you just gonna watch?" Yunjin reminded, shifting her body just a tad bit slightly to get comfortable on the hard surface. She didn't need to told you twice, your body is already aching enough for hers.

She let out the faintest of moans when you spread open her thighs, your eyes glinting with a predatory hunger - the kind only Yunjin can satisfy.

"You're mine now" The words of a mad man, fueled by lust. "And I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight"

Yunjin moaned, arching her back as you ground your cock against her clothed pussy. You could already feel the moistness of her juice seeping through the fabric and the dark spot on her panties grew even bigger when you gave your tip a couple of rub on it.

"Words mean nothing" Yunjin replied, crossing her arms behind your neck as you leaned in even closer. "Prove it. Show me how well you can stretch out my tight little pussy"

There, it would have been easy to blame it all on Yunjin, that she was the one who initiated the act and made you think of nothing but about pounding her to oblivion. But that wouldn't be fair because there was still a silver of semblance left in you even then. It's microscopic and easily clouded by lust. But right at that moment you were about to cross the boundary of no return, a tiny voice remined you of her - of Sakura. It told you how much she put her trust in you. How she expected you to do the same thing. That you were betraying her trust by doing what you were going to do next. You should have stopped then. You could have.

But you couldn't.

With a grunt, you tore Yunjin's panties away, baring her dripping cunt to your hungry gaze. There was no time for foreplay. Foreplay is for slow romantic sex, which this isn't.

You slammed your cock into her tight heat with one brutal thrust and her walls opened up willingly. There's no doubt this bitch had taken poundings before. Not a chance she's a virgin with a hole this used. But still, somehow someway, it retained its tightness - so tight it almost seemed natural.

"Fuck you are so tight" you groaned, pulling back and slamming back in, earning a jolt through her body. "I'm going to fuck your brains out. Until your hole become so loose it needs a cock to stuff it shut"

Yunjin screamed, her nails digging into your back as you pounded into her over and over. The table creaked beneath you, threatening to give way under the force of your thrusts.

"Yes, yes! Fuck me harder" she cried, wrapping her legs around your waist. "Ruin me with your big fat cock. Make me forget my own name"

You obliged, slamming into her pussy with wild abandon. The room filled with the sounds of skin against skin and the wet squelch of her cunt as you fucked her hard and fast. But it's not all about the way she's milking your shaft with her walls. It's also the vision - the sight before you. Yunjin can and will get anything she want. There's no doubt. The way she hold herself - so calm and composed is enough to make others drip with envy. But right now, under the onslaught of your beastly thrust that rapidly violated her hole, moaning and groaning words of submission, she is no longer the confident woman. Instead, it's a desperate whore that craved your cock whose pussy is being claimed.

"Fuck. You are probably the biggest cock I have ever take" Yunjin praised, though it's hard to say with her rolled-up eyes. "You are gonna have to exclude me from the meeting tomorrow. I don't think I can -"

Yunjin was instantly silenced as all ten fingers of yours closed around her throat, depriving her of oxygen. But she deserved it. With the way she acted like your cock's the best thing in the world.

"What were you saying?" you asked. Yunjin could only make incoherent sounds as her mouth stayed agape like a fish on land. This wouldn't be painful to her. You know that much. Actually, it will turn on this slut even more.

Sakura could never. You thought. Despite her taste for rough sex, Sakura couldn't go this extreme. One time, you slapped her face in the heat of the moment and that girl actually got all teary.

No. Why were you comparing? Why were you even thinking about her?

"Tell me bitch" You asked again. No answer. Just more ragged breaths. As if to compensate for her silence, Yunjin's walls clenched around you even more, trying to answer with their tightness that she, indeed, was enjoying this. Yunjin stayed true to her words: "Words mean nothing". She's trying to prove herself through action.

Just when you thought Yunjin was going to pass out from the lack of air, her body tensed up as she creamed herself on your cock. The climax was unexpected as she wasn't given any chance to warn you. But you welcomed it gladly with more bucks of your hips as you prolong her bliss as long as possible.

Finally, Yunjin came down from her high and you released your hold on her neck, leaving a faint red mark that told the story of your dominance.

"I'm not done yet. You know that, right?" Your reminder wasn't needed. Yunjin had recovered in seconds, now getting on all fours as she leveled her face with your cock.

"Let me clean you up" she said before diving down on your cock. Soon, you found out her pussy isn't the only hole she can utilize to full potential. The warmth that enveloped your length brought you a different kind of pleasure. You tilt your head back, exhaling as you relish in the feeling of her tongue tracing every inch. How many heads had she given? You have no idea. But anyone could guess the number's easily a double digit if they were in your shoes.

She slurped on the cock like it's the tastiest thing in the world. Maybe it's the taste of her own juice on your shaft. Or maybe, she's just a cock depraved whore. Either way, you got the same treatment.

She didn't take you all the way - keeping half of you in her mouth while her hands stroked what her mouth couldn't reach. And there was no combination more lethal as each pair of stroke and lick send a shockwave through your core that have your toes curling.

"Mhmm" Yunjin licked her lips as she released you from her mouth. She looked up at you with dazed eyes as her hand keeps pumping your cock, spreading her drool from base to shaft. "Look how much you are twitching. You're gonna cum?"

She's wasting her words on a question you both knew the answer to. But you couldn't deny it was extremely hot. Who doesn't like a pretty girl worshipping their cocks?

Your simple nod was enough to let her proceed, as she took you back into the heat of her mouth. This time, she didn't make use of her hands. Instead, she impaled herself on your cock - taking it all the way down her throat. A loud gag escaped as it breached her gag reflex until her nose was pressed against your pelvis.

"Fuck" you cursed. She was bent down all the way in this position, her back curved and ass raised. And you didn't miss the chance to grab a feel of her buttocks, earning a moan that resonated through your mamba. A string of glag glag glag bounced around the room as Yunjin continued to fuck her throat on your cock over and over. A puddle of her drool has formed on the table. You made a mental note to clean it up. There's not much reasonable excuses for a pool of drool.

Sakura could never. There's the thought again. Don't be mistaken. Sakura blows your cock very well. To be honest, she loves it as much as you do. Especially, when you filled her mouth with your cum. But her throat wasn't meant for brutal use like Yunjin's was.

Does it matter? No. Stop thinking about Sakura.

The familiar knot unraveled in your stomach. You could no longer hold back as you pumped spurts after spurts of your thick load down Yunjin's throat. And she took it very welll, keeping your cock stuffed down her throat as she held it there like a good girl.

She finally released your cock with a loud pop, strings of saliva still connecting it to her mouth. "Thanks for the big load" Yunjin said while she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "You really needed that, huh?"

Do you? Now no longer clouded by the mist of lust, doubts started to fill the gaps where the past passion had been. Wrong. This is all wrong. What have you done? How are you gonna face Sakura again?

This is a one time thing. Yes. A mistake made by unmonitored desires. It can't be undone. But it can be stopped. No one have to know. Sakura doesn't have to know. You will forget it over a couple shots. You wouldl be better next time.

But you weren't.

And in the end, you only had yourself to blame.

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You grounded yourself back to reality. No use crying over spilled milk. You have lived with regret your whole life. What use is it to worsen the pain?

You were still in the apartment, though now it was empty, the furniture gone, the walls stripped bare.

Irene stood a few feet away, silent as ever, watching you with that same unflinching gaze.

You staggered back, running a hand through your hair. "You didn't need to show me that" you said. "I know what I did"

Irene tilted her head slightly, a gesture bordering on pity. "Knowing is not the same as understanding" she said, her voice a distant echo.

You shook your head, clenching your fists to the side. "There's nothing to understand. I regret it, ok? Isn't that enough?"

"Is it?" Irene asked, stepping closer. "Or do you regret being caught more than the act itself? Do you regret the pain you caused her or do you regret the pain it left in you?"

Her words hit too close to home and you turned away, staring at the faded imprint of a picture frame that once hung on the wall - a reminder of what this place had once been. You could still hear the echo of Sakura's laughter that had resonated in this room.

"This is what you traded for a moment of weakness" Irene's voice appeared once more. "An emptiness that echoes in your heart, in your life. And you know very well it's your own fault. Yet, you let it spiral"

You swallowed hard, trying to find your next words. With difficulty, you managed to speak through your tight vocal cords. "It doesn't matter" you said, voice trembling. "I can't change it. I can't undo what I did"

"No" Irene agreed. "But you can confront it. You can stop running from the truth, no matter how ugly it is"

You turned back to her, searching for something in her otherworldly features - absolution, maybe, an answer to all of this. But all you found was her cold, unyielding gaze.

"What now?" you asked quietly.

Irene extended a hand, and the apartment faded around you, replaced by the faint flicker of something new.

"Now" she said. "we see the consequences of your actions"

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The world crumbled and rebuilt around you in the form of a late autumn evening. The air was crisp but heavy, carrying the scent of leaves and the distant promise of winter. A stark contrast to the snow-draped beauty of the Christmas night when you first confessed to Sakura.

Now, autumn loomed like an unwelcome guest. The trees lining the path were skeleteal, their branches gnarled and reaching out to the gray sky like twisted hands. The ground was a mess of fallen golden leaves.

Sakura stood across the past you, her arms crossed against the chill, though it was obvious it wasn't the cold that's making her shiver. Her scarf - a pastel pink you had bought her for Christmas long ago - coiled around her neck elegantly.

"Say it" she demanded, her voice trembling. "Say it Ethan"

"Kkura, I-"

"Don't lie to me!" she snapped, her sharp voice cutting through the still autumn evening. The brittle leaves crunched as she shifted her weight. "Just...don't. Please"

She looked at you for a fleeting moment, and for a heartbeat, she resembled the Sakura from that snowy christmas - the one whom you had poured your heart out to, the one who had said 'yes'. But now, the light in her eyes was a gone, replaced by a storm of pain and anger.

"Let me hear it from you" she whispered, her voice on the edge of breaking. "Don't make me piece it together from hints and whispers. Please"

You dropped your gaze, deeming yourself no longer worthy to hold hers. The autumn wind picks up and the leaves swirl as if to mock your silence.

"It was a mistake" you muttered, voice barely audible.

"A mistake?" she repeated, her laugh bitter and wounded. "You don't acidentally cheat on someone Ethan. You don't just trip and fall into someone's bed"

You were once again remined of the pine-lined path, her standing there with snowflakes in her hair, her laughter so carefree like she's the happiest person on earth. Now, that warmth was nothing but lost, extinguished by you.

"It didn't mean anything" you pleaded, voice desperate. "I swear it didn't mean anything ,Kkura"

She shook her head, the motion quick, like she was trying to expel you from her memory. "Do you even understand what you have done? What you have taken from me?"

"I-"

"No. Let me tell you" she interrupted, her tone gaining strength as her eyes glistened. "You have taken every moment I trusted you, every second I thought was safe with you, and you have crushed them Ethan. What did I do wrong? What part of me wasn't enough?"

"Stop" you whispered, voice trembling. "Just stop"

"No" she said firmly, leaves crunching beneath her boots as she steps closer. "You don't get to ask me for anything after this. Not now. Not ever"

You looked at her then, really looked. And the pain in her face tore through your heart like a thousand daggers.

"Sakura, please" you begged, scrambling for scraps. "I regret all of it, ok? I regret everything. Please, I-"

She let out a hollow laugh, one that seemed to make the dying branches overhead shattered. "Funny how regret comes too late"

Sakura took a step back, her shoulders stiff, her hands trembling as she wrapped the scarf tighter around her neck. She hesitated for a moment, before looking at you straight in the eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Ethan" she said coldly, the words laced with brutal finality. "I hope it was worth it"

And then she walked away, her form growing smaller in the dying twilight until she had been reduced to nothing but a distant dream. The rustle of the wind reflected the hollow of your own regret.

The present you watched, unable to cry, unable to make a sound. Because you knew it was your very own actions which have lead to this. Do criminals cry over the unspeakable deeds they have commited?

"There" Irene's voice appeared once more. "Winter held promise. Autumn held loss. And you let it all fall away"

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You didn't even notice the shift in scenery this time - your mind too exhausted with emotions. What Irene wanted to show you, you didn't care anymore. You had seen enough. Seeing more will bring nothing but pain.

But you stared at the new scene before you like a lifeless ghost.

It was your apartment, again. You wanted to burn the place down at this point. Maybe the pain will crumbled to ashes that way. Anything to escape the ever nagging regret.

It was Christmas time - the fist Christmas without Sakura. The scent of her baked cookies and the hum of hers to Last Christmas was nowhere to be found, though the song played on lazily from an unattended television nearby. The sound of traffic beyond the windows seem more melodic.

The you of that very moment? On the bed, tangled in sheets but there's nothign cozy about that. You looked like a corpse, still and unmoving - lost in thought. Your bare body does nothing to aid cancel out the vision.

But you weren't alone. No. Though you actually were, deep down, your physical self weren't. The woman lying next to you is unfamiliar in ways that only someone you're totally ignorant of would be. Her name escaped you, though it had been exchanged over shots at the bar you didn't even like. She was asleep, her bare shoulder peaking out the tangle of sheets.

You searched her face for a few moments, trying to find something firm in those beautiful features but only finding emptiness. You sat up, swinging your numb legs last night had taken a toll on and ran your fingers through your nest of hair. The room smelled faintly of her perfume - too strong for your taste. Nothing like the clean, subtle one Sakura always wore.

Sakura.

You pressed your palms to your face, trying to ground yourself - make peace with reality and escaped the past - but the pain has d rooted deep inside, growing deeper each day. And your worst enemy had become yourself.

"Does it feel better?" Irene asked, studying the confusion flashing across your eyes. "To indulge in the pleasure of the flesh - a momentary escape from reality. But it never fills the void, does it? It only digs it deeper"

You didn't answer. Not because you have no words but because you are too tired. Too tired with yourself.

"Look, Ethan. This is your present. A hollow bed. A hollow life"

Just then, the girl in your bed stirred and shifted and you caught a clear view of her face, though curtained by her silky locks. It's not Yunjin, no. You had parted ways long ago. This one will soon follow the same fate. Your head pounded and so did your heart. There, you are reminded again.

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Fragment 3

The thing about one-night stands is they are supposed to last for a night and then forgotten. But that title wouldn't suit Kazuha because this was the third night you found yourself with this beauty. Maybe, this is a new addiction apart from the countless shots you had downed in the bar. Or maybe, it's the way she sucked your cock so well on your very own bed.

"Mmph...does it...feel...good...." Kazuha asked through slurps and licks as she feasts on your cock - tongue swirling around your slit before poking your tip to the inner wall of her cheeks, making it bulge. Her face there - ruined so perfectly with mascara running down her eyes and drool spilling from her lips only served to earns a grunt from you. Not to mention her bare body, ass raised to show off her thick cheeks.

"Mhmm...I think I'm doing good" Kazuha deciphered the answer herself as she released your cock from her warm hole. "Look at all this precum. You like my pretty mouth on your cock that bad, huh?"

The answer was unnecessary and Kazuha proceed to plant kisses along your throbbing shaft before coming back up to collect the precum from your leaking slit, all the while maintaning eye contact.

"Can't wait to taste your thick load" she muttered dreamily as she swallowed you again. The pleasure that flooded your brain was phenomenal and you had to try not to buck your hips. Kazuha had already demanded to be the one in charge. And you didn't want to left cockblocked.

Kazuha seemed to sense your desperateness because she took more than half of your shaft into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked the life out of you.

"Kazuha...fuck. Don't stop" you mumbled, your body in absolute bliss. And she didn't plan to. Because she liked choking on your cock as much as you loved fucking her pretty little mouth.

She went deep, lodging your meat into her throat. She held it there, eyes unblinking as she watched your distorted face of a victim of lust. The tightness and the warmth was like nothing, squeezing your shaft in all the right ways. Kazuha was born to be a cocksucker. No doubt.

She finally drew back, gliding her lips up across your meat until it came off with a pop, a string of drool still clinging to your slit.

"Now are you gonna fuck my face or what?" she asked, and that instantly became your favorite question in this hollow life.

"Gladly" you answered as you held her hair in a makeshift pony tail, lowering it gently until your tip has disappeaered into her moist lips. Her eyes gleamed, a silent challenge. And you are not the one to back down from challenege.

You immediately starts dunking her head on your cock again and again and again, obscene gags escaping her throat as your tip speared into her oral hole. A couple strands of her raven locks ame undone, falling and sticking with drool to her face.

"You like it, hmm? You like me using your throat like a fleshlight, you cocksucking bitch" you asked as Kazuha can only respond in more gags and chokes. Her eyes water, the tears mixed with the mascara flowing in tiny rivers across her cheeks - an absolute vision of a slut. Did she wear it on purpose so that it paint her when you fuck her face?

Her throat is brusied by now, no matter how strong of a throat of steel she possesed, no girl came out of this kind of pounding unscathed. But she didn't seem to care because she took it like a champ as you use her mouth like your very own sextoy. Afterall, this is what she asked for.

You let her go for a moment, pulling her face off your cock in one swift pull. She gasped, drool spilling in waterfalls as she huffed like a bitch in heat.

"You really didn't hold back, huh." she asked, voice raw from the brutal thrusts. "I bet you are addicted to my throat. Wouldn't be surprised if you can no longer cum from your hands alone"

"You talked too much for a cock drunk whore" you complimented her as you tighten the grip on her hair, making her scalp burn. "Now, suck me off until I feed you that load you so desperately crave"

"Mhmm, with pleasure" No more words were needed after that as Kazuha dived back down on your cock, devouring it like the cock hungry beast she is. It's messy and sloppy. She no longer choked on your cock but the way she's slobbering all over the upper half of your length was more than enough to make you levitate.

Her hands cockscrewed what her mouth couldn't reach while she bobbed her head up and down as she fucked her face on your cock. If her face was messy then, it was even messier now - a filthy canvas of drool and tears and mascara. The picture of a pretty woman so degraded finally made you break.

Kazuha moaned around your cock as you erupted in her mouth, sending shots after shots of your hot thick load down her throat. And she didn't let up, sucking you through your bliss with undiminishing fervour.

After what felt like an endless ride of bliss, she finally pulled you out of her mouth but not before giving your spent rod a couple licks.

"Didn't I do good, daddy?" she asked, the name sending a shiver down your spine.

But as soon as the bliss is over, the regret came. Sakura. You never knew how much power she held over you. How badly you needed her. Kazuha's blowjob was mind numbing but not enough to numb the ever-growing pain in your heart. But if sex could make you forget it for just a moment, you will gladly took it.

Kazuha wriggled her ass in a suggestive rhythm, oblivious to your inner thoughts. "Daddy, can you fuck my ass next?"

Anything to block out the pain.

Really, anything would be ok.

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You blinked, and suddenly, you were back to the present - the diner. It was still the same place, same scent of coffee and grease lingering in the air but the weight in your heart felt heavier, like it might crush you entirely.

Irene was back in her initia position across you in her booth, studying you with those cold eyes tht betray no feelings.

"You've seen it" she said, shifting in her seat and her christmas-themed dress didn't look so awkward to you anymore. "What you've lost. What you've become"

You tighten your fists on the table. "I know okay? I fucked up really bad. And I'm suffering the consequences. Happy?"

She raised any eyebrow. "Do you? Because knowing is not the same as doing"

You looked away, your gaze landing on the window. The streets were deprived of life now and the snow fell as relentlessly as ever, enveloping the world in white. You wished you could see the beauty in it once more.

"What am I supposed to do?" you asked, your voice low. "I can't just undo everything"

"No" Irene agreed, leaning forward. "But you can decide what you will do next"

Your jaw tightened. "And what am I supposed to do? She's gone. She hates me. There'a no coming back from that"

Irene'a gaze softened just slighty. "Sakura's wounds might not be yours to heal, Ethan. Some damage can't be undone. But your life - your choices - they are all yours. You can keep running from them, hiding youself in regret and pain or you can face them"

Somewhere distant, Heather's hyena laugh erupted again though this time, you envied her. When was the last time you can laugh like that?

"And what does that even look like?" you asked, throat tightened.

Irene gestured to the diner around her. "That's not for me to tell you. But you have already knew the answer, don't you? You always have"

You stared at her, a realization sinking deep into your heart. "You are saying I should go for her"

Irene tilted her head. "I'm saying you need to stop running from yourself. Whether that means going to Sakura or not....it's up to you. But if you don't, you will stay here" She gestured vaguely, encompassing more than just the diner. "A hollowed out version of yourself. Is this what you want?"

You studied your reflection in the murky surface of the cold cup of coffee. You had seemed to age in minutes. Was it the weight of revisiting the memories you had locked up for so long?

"No" you whispered. "This ia not what I want"

Irene leaned back, gaze unwavering. "Then decide, Ethan. You can't rewrite the past, but you can write the next chapter"

For a long moment, you were silent, staring out of the window at the dark, snowy Christmas night.

When you looked up, the ghost was gone.

The diner had grown quiet, save for the ocassional clinking of utensils. The clock indicated 11 sharp. Time had flown in a blink.

Just as you decided to leave, the bell on the dier doll rang again, welcoming a new arrival. You didn't want to look up. Enough hocus pocus for one night. But you did anyway. And you are not sure if you should be glad or regret that you did.

"Sakura?"

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Happy Holdiays Everyone.

[fuckkkkkklol]

Eroverse

Pt.6 - Resistance

ft. Karina

Family reunions can be awkward.

But none can rival this one.

Eros looks like he's going to throw up any moment - his face white as a sheet of paper. His eyes dart from Karina's face to yours. Then to the scattered naked bodies of the hunters and back to Karina's face.

“Answer me. What is this madness?”

Karina asks, the anger evident in her voice - brewing and crackling like a storm right there in the room. Her normally perfect features are twisted to a scowl that could melt any mortal into a puddle. If looks could kill, Eros would’ve been a goner five times over.

But you are now experienced enough to realize that the idol before you is indeed not an idol at all. You are not a mythology nerd but you have a vague picture of what Karina actually is.

The tingly feeling on your skin: check.

Looking like an idol: check.

Anger issues: check.

Yes. Definitely a goddess (both literally and metaphorically in this case).

“Uh….”

Eros, the literal god of love, who can make an army swoon with a wink, looks like a kid caught stealing candy. His face is pale, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. For a second, you wonder if you should step in and help, but then you remember: this is Eros’s mess. You have just narrowly escaped being slaughtered by a goddess. You are not gonna try to relive the experience.

“Mom…I…” he finally croaks, his voice cracking like a teenage boy’s.

Karina’s expression darkens. “Don’t you ‘Mom’ me, Eros,” she snaps. “Do you have any idea what you have done?”

Eros glances at you and Kazuha for backup. You give him a look that says Oh, no way, buddy. You are on your own. Kazuha seems to share your opinion but her eyes betray no emotion. You doubt even Eors’ most loyal angel is enthusiastic about dealing with an angry goddess. Especially not after what she has just gone through. Eros’s shoulders slump, realizing there’s no easy way out of this. He shuffles his feet, suddenly very interested in the floor.

“Look, it’s not that bad-” he starts.

Karina’s laugh cuts him off, sharp and humourless. “Not that bad? NOT THAT BAD? You don’t know what you are doing, Eros. You are tampering with powers you don’t understand. Stealing the helm of darkness? Doing…,” she eyes the naked spent body of Artemis aka Chaewon with disgust. “this to a daughter of Zeus? You are lucky you are not already in Tartarus”

“Mom, you don’t understand. I-”

But once again, Karina doesn’t give him a chance to speak. “And that mortal,” her gaze falls on you and you are suddenly made aware that being butt naked isn’t the best attire for a meeting with an angry goddess. In her elegant white dress, Karina may be otherworldly beautiful but the fury in her eyes is absolutely terrifying, like she can burn you to ash right on the spot. And there’s no promise that wouldn’t be the case. “has the mark of Asmodeus. The mark, Eros. Do you understand how dangerous it is? Or do you think this is another of your funny little party tricks?”

“Hey!” you protest. “I’m literally right here”

Karina shot you a look so sharp you instantly regret speaking. “Quiet, mortal. We will deal with you later”

You swallow hard and try to disappear into a wall. No such luck.

Eros raises his hands in surrender, backing up like a guy caught sneaking past curfew. “Okay, okay, I messed up! I get it, alright? But I have a plan”

Karina looks like she’s going to blow up, any moment. Her eyes, full of fury before, now seem to hold flames within. If it’s Eros’s nonchalance that sets her off or something else, you can’t be sure.

Perhaps sensing that things are going to get out of hand, Kazuha finally breaks her silence. “Your grace, ma’am Aphrodite, if I may-”

“Hold your tongue too, angel!” Karina snaps back and Kazuha gaze falls to the floor, silenced.

Lucky for you, though, because you no longer need to ask Kazuha which goddess it is again (that is, if she’s even in the mood to answer). Aphrodite, of course. It’s an easy guess,really. Who else is there aside from the goddess of beauty to take on the form of one of the top visuals of 4th gen? Even you, whose knowledge on mythology is pitiful, know that much.

Karina - no, Aphrodite - continues. “A plan?” She takes a slow, measured step towards Eros. The whole room suddenly feels hotter and you swear you are not imagining the goosebumps on your skin. She’s mad mad. “You mean the kind of plan that could unravel the balance of the cosmos, Eros? That kind of plan?”

Eros holds her gaze for a moment, then shrugs, forcing his usual smirk back onto his face. “When you put it like that, it sounds really bad ”

Karina doesn’t blink. “Because it’s really bad”

You stand off to the side, feeling like an unwanted extra in a godly family drama. It’s not everyday you see a goddess scolding her son like he’d forgotten to take out the trash - except, in this case, the trash might be something on a cosmic scale.

“So, give me a good reason Eros,” Aphrodite stops, exhaling sharply through her nose. “Or I will hand you to Zeus with my own hands”

For the first time since this whole thing started, Ero’s jolly persona is nowhere to be found. He seems to be contemplating, brows furrowed and lips stretched tight. The god of love has never looked this serious.

Finally, Eros lifts his eyes back upon Karina’s face. “Because we deserve better’” he says, and his voice, though quiet, is steady. “You deserve better”

Aphrodite’s expression froze, like she has not been expecting that.

Eros takes a step closer, his tone shifting - softer now, almost coaxing. You wonder if the ability comes with being a love god. “You were the first, mom. The first Olympian. The oldest. You were there before any of those old nutjobs were born”

The sky crackles with thunder at that, as if Zeus himself has heard Eros. And you are suddenly aware that the scenery beyond the glass has shifted - now displaying ancient Greek in its full glory, with its marble temples and bronze sculptures. The place looks eerily beautiful, deprived of people.

But Eros doesn’t seem to give two fucks about what the king of gods think, because he continues. “And yet, look where you stand now - beneath him. Beneath all of them,” his voice drips with venom. “Is that fair?”

Aphrodite is silent for a moment, then she lets out a weak chuckle. “This is crazy. You are crazy”

Nonetheless, Eros presses on. “What I’m doing….what I’ve set in motion…it’s not just for me. It’s for you. For us”

So that’s it, you think. Everything you have done so far, every near death experience you have survived; it’s all just for Eros to gain his mom’s approval. A desperate attempt of a wayward son for recognition. And you have gladly gone along with it.

You feel really stupid. But it’s too late to back out now. Because the power…..it’s addicting.

Aphrodite doesn’t speak. But she’s no longer furious, now. She’s interested. She’s listening.

Eros tilts his head towards you. “And he is the key”

You have a sudden horrible feeling that you are standing on the edge of something massive, something you weren't supposed to understand.

If Eros plans to dethrone the gods with your abilities, you doubt the outcome would be pretty. Sure, you can make goddesses and angels become your cocksleeves with your magical dick, but even that isn’t without a fight. You will literally have no chance against all the Olympians. And the mere thought of using your powers on any male god makes you shudder. Even your perverted mind has its limits.

Karina studies you as if she has read your thoughts, before turning back to Eros. “You are not the first to try” she begins slowly. “And you won’t be the first to fail. Lust can be a powerful weapon if you wield it correctly, but this? This is madness”

Eros doesn’t respond. For once, he doesn’t have a clever remark or a lazy smirk.

Aphrodite lets out a sigh. “Clean up this mess,” she gestures to the naked, spent bodies of the hunters and Artemis. “If anyone asks, I’ve never been here, got it? I’ll be watching, Eros”

And with a swish of her dress, she heads to the doorway she has come from. In an instant, the room erupts in a blinding light once more. Unfortunately, you make the mistake of staring too long and the luminous rays scorch your eyes before you shut them tight.

It takes a while for you to blink out the white spots dancing across your vision. But when you finally regain perfect sight, Aphrodite is gone.

Everything is still for a moment, before it’s broken by Eros’s voice.

“Well,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “That could’ve gone worse”

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Because now, the exhaustion is hitting you all at once. The battle in Artemis’s verse, the fatigue that follows the mark’s activation, the sheer weight of what you’ve been thrown into - it crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your body feels like lead, every muscle burning, every bone aching.

The world tilts.

You sway on your feet, gripping your side as your vision blurs. Someone - Kazuha? - says your name, but it’s distant, muffled, like a sound travelling through water. Your knees buckle, and the last thing you hear before the darkness takes you is Eros’s voice, sounding oddly far away.

“Guess we push him a little too hard”

And then – nothing.

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After seeing skeletons and three headed beasts in your dreams for weeks in a row, you already know what to expect when you are beyond your consciousness. Or maybe, something far worse.

But this time, it’s different.

The material beneath you is soft, a stark contrast to the cold, hard ground you remember collapsing on. Blinking against the golden light filtering from above, you push yourself up slowly, your muscles still aching from…everything.

The room around you is massive, circular, its marble walls pristine and smooth, interrupted only by tall pillars that stretch towards a domed ceiling. It reminds you of Persephone’s chamber in the underworld, the only difference being its cold, dreadful atmosphere replaced by a cheerful one.

The air smells of salt and roses, an odd combination that somehow makes sense. Sunlight streams in through openings between the pillars, casting shifting patterns across the polished floor.

You look at yourself. Your body is still bare, but it’s not misty and see through like back in your visit to the underworld. So, you are not dead yet. That’s a relief.

But you have learnt that if something looks remotely safe or welcoming in this world, it mostly isn’t. So you try to be cautious. As cautious as someone who’s butt naked and defenseless can be.

You are starting to contemplate whether you should just go back to sleep when you see her.

Karina, leaning against one of the pillars, dresses in a different outfit now - a white tank top, perfectly fitted jeans, and sneakers that look too clean to have ever touched mortal ground. It’s nothing godly but her beauty never fails to shine through, betraying her divinity.

“You’re awake,” she notes, her voice smooth, unimpressed.

You sit up stiffly, wincing at the stiffness in your limbs. “Am I dreaming?”

“Sorta” She tilts her head slightly, regarding you like an interesting specimen. “I borrow your soul for a while”

You don’t really understand what she means but decide not to raise questions. Not out of fear but rather, the curiosity of why she has brought her here in the first place.

“I have come to offer you a gift,” Karina says, answering your thoughts.

You blink, unsure you have heard her right. “A gift?”

She hums in confirmation, but doesn’t elaborate.

You hesitate, sensing a trap somewhere in her offer. “Why?”

She doesn’t answer straight away. Instead, she studies you, her gaze sharp and knowing. And then, with the faintest of smirks, she says, “Because I feel like it”

No way you are buying that.

Your mind races back to her confrontation with Eros, how she has despised his plan to dethrone the gods. “I thought you don’t agree with Eros’s plan” you say, watching her carefully.

Her smile doesn’t falter, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She shrugs. “I didn’t say that”

That throws you off. “So you agree?”

Another shrug. “I didn’t say that either”

You stare at her, frustration creeping in. “That’s not an answer”

Aphrodite sighs, folding her arms. “No, it’s not”

She steps closer, stopping just at the edge of the bed. From this distance, you can see the way the lights catch in her dark eyes, how they shimmer like a vortex of jewels. She looks casual, relaxed even, but you can sense it’s all a mask to hide something deeper.

“You think the power you have now is impressive?” she asks. “That little trick you pulled on Artemis? That’s nothing”

You frown. “Nothing?”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “A fraction. A sliver. The barest hint of what you are capable of” Her assessing gaze hovers over you, like she’s imagining what you have become. “Right now, you are a candle in the dark. But given time….you could be a wildfire”

More power. That’s exactly what you are afraid of. If you have already developed the thirst for the mark, you wonder what will become of you if its power grows. Will you even be human?

You swallow hard. “And, you’re just telling me this out of the kindness of your heart, aren’t you?”

She smirks. “Oh, sweetheart. I don’t do anything out of kindness”

You don’t doubt that.

She steps back slightly, slipping her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “This gift I have planned to give you. It’s a taste of what to come”

You tense. “What kind of gift?”

She smiles, slow and deliberate. “A new ability. One you will unlock eventually. But I’m feeling generous today”

You don’t know if ‘generous’ is the right word. Whatever she’s offering, it’s not just for you. There’s something in it for her, too. There always is.

“What ability?” you ask carefully.

Karina’s smile deepens. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

And before you can react, she reaches out, pressing two fingers against your forehead.

The world tilts-

And everything explodes.

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When everything stops spinning, the marble room is gone.

You blink. The soft glow of divine architecture is replaced by dim fluorescents of a….classroom. You find yourself seated in a chair of a location too familiar.

It’s the kind of room you have seen a thousand times before - rows of wooden desks, a blackboard at the front, a few motivational posters peeling off the walls. The faint scent of chalk and old textbook lingers in the air. Outside the window, the world is…nothing. Just an endless, swirling void.

You barely have time to process the shift before you hear the click of heels against the floor.

When you turn, your brain nearly short-circuits.

Karina is leaning against the teacher’s desk, arms folded, one leg crossed over the others. Only now, she’s not in her usual jeans and tank top. Instead, she’s dressed like every high school fantasy rolled into one - a tight white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal her ample cleavage, a red plaid skirt that barely reaches mid-thigh, thigh-high stockings, and glossy black heels. She’s twirling a piece of hair around one finger, watching you with amusement.

You open your mouth. Nothing comes out.

She smirks. “Welcome to my verse”

Your brain is still buffering. “Your verse is a classroom?”

“For you,” she says, hopping up onto the desk and crossing her legs. “Unlike the others you have visited, mine is unique. Do you know why?” She leans forward slightly, her tits on the brink of spilling out from the fragile fabric. “It shifts and bends…according to the visitor’s deepest kink”

You stiffen. “That - that’s not true”

She raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Then why do I look like this?”

You have no answer.

Karina chuckles, tapping a finger against her temple. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. The Verse doesn’t lie”

You swallow hard. “You - this - you are messing with me”

“Am I?” Her lips curve into something wicked. “Or are you just embarrassed that this is what your subconscious really wants?”

You are hard. So hard that it hurts. Your cock is rigid and springing up to its full length. With the lack of clothes, you have no way to hide your arousal. But you shove it down, trying to focus. “Why bring me here? What’s the point?”

Karina hums, swinging her legs idly. “I told you - I’m giving you a gift. But power is best awakened when you are completely in sync with your own desires” She tilts her head, watching your reaction carefully. “And nothing lays a person bare quite like this”

You want to deny her, try to compose yourself. But the truth is - she’s absolutely right. She’s pushing all the right buttons, using every buried fantasy of yours to her advantage. You know what’s coming next is inevitable, even with your lust hazed brain.

Karina slides off the desk with the grace of a predator, each step deliberate, heels clicking across the floor. Her eyes lock onto yours, and you find yourself rooted in place, unable to move.

She circles around you, like she’s sizing you up. Her fingers trail across your shoulder, down your arm, sending a shiver through your body. Her touch is light, teasing, but it feels like she’s peeling off layers you didn’t even know you had.

“You’re tense.” she whispers into your ear, her breath tickling your ear. Her hands rest on your shoulders, massaging gently, but there’s a weight to her touch that makes you weak. “You shouldn’t be”

You try to keep your breathing steady but it’s a losing battle. Her presence is overwhelming, seeping into your brain, clouding your thoughts.

“What are you doing?” you manage to ask, though your voice comes out shaky.

She chuckles softly, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “I’m just showing you what you are capable of.” Her hands slide down your chest, pressing lightly, and you can feel your resolve wavering, crumbling under her touch. “You have so much potential, so much power. But it’s locked away because you’re afraid”

“I’m not-” you start, but she cuts you off, spinning you around to face her. Your eyes instinctively fall on her plentiful tits, which are now on full display from this new angle.

“Eyes up here, honey,” she cups your face, forcing you to meet her eyes. “You’re afraid of the power inside you. Afraid of what you could become. Afraid of losing control” Her thumbs brush over your cheek, her touch light yet commanding. “But power is only dangerous if you don’t understand it”

Everything she’s telling you could be a lie. But you no longer care. Because all you crave now is more of this, more of her touch, her breath, her warmth. Her hand slides down , resting against your chest, and you feel your heart pounding beneath her fingertips.

“What do you want, really?” she asks, her voice a soft purr. “To be free of this? To understand it? Or maybe…” Her lips curve into a knowing smile. “To embrace it?”

Your mind is spinning, her words digging deep, unraveling desires you didn’t know were there. She rests a hand on your thigh, tracing idle patterns on your skin. Yet, her eyes never leave you, holding you captive.

“Stop fighting it,” she breathes, her voice a soft command. “Let go”

You feel the last shed of your resistance crumbles to dust. It’s intoxicating, the way she breaks down your walls, knocking them over like mere toys. And you finally relent, letting go of the fear, the doubt.

“Good boy” she praises.

And that’s when she crushes your lips with hers.

It’s not love. Far from it. It’s not affection either. But it’s equally addicting, something you want more the moment you have its taste, like an oasis in the desert. And Karina doesn’t keep you thirsty. She keeps on kissing you, letting you busk in the feeling of her silky lips, moist and soft each time they make contact with yours. Her tongue slips out to seek yours and you happily let yourself be found, intertwining it with yours, tasting her.

Her hand on your thigh isn't still either, slithering its way upwards until it finally reaches the hardness between your legs, gripping the base. You let out a moan against her lips, as her grip tightens. She can feel you throbbing. You are sure of it. She can feel how desperately you need her.

She gives you a single stroke, her fist around your length pumping a single time. And that’s enough to set you off.

Your veins flood with power. Your whole body is enveloped in gold. The upside down pentagon on your pelvis glows brighter than ever. And your cock, looks like it can destroy armies (literally).

Karina pulls back, though your lips still connect with a string of saliva. The scene turns you on so much that if it’s not been the mark, you feel like your cock would go numb from throbbing.

“And we are back,” she muses, studying your cock like it’s the most precious thing in the world. “Look at this beautiful thing”

“You are not affected by the mark?” you ask, surprised. Persephone and Artemis have become slaves to the mark’s power as soon as it activates. But Aphrodite doesn’t seem fazed. In fact, she looks mesmerized.

“The mark only punishes those who try to fight it” she says, now stroking your shaft in an agonizingly slow pace. “I embrace it”

She’s still admiring your cock with sparkling eyes. You are used to people cowering before the mark with fear or sometimes even disgust that someone worshipping it is such a strange sight. On the other hand, perhaps, you are content that someone finally acknowledges its power instead of treating it like a curse.

“Only a fool would reject something this…divine,” she mutters dreamily, her digits tightening around your shaft. “This hard. This….big”

She places a single kiss on your tip and you swear you can see stars. You can feel her breath on your skin, the phantom warmth that precedes what comes next.

“May I suck your cock, sir?” she asks, voice dripping with feigned innocence.

She’s fueling your fantasy. If the settings and the outfit aren’t enough, she has decided to roleplay too. A roleplay that’s too accurate to be a roleplay.

“You may,” you reply. You don’t know if you are in the position to give orders, but if she’s really getting into this slutty schoolgirl act, you decide you’d better too. Afterall, it takes two to tango.

“Thanks, sir” And with that, her lips part around your tip, swallowing you inch by inch until half of your shaft has disappeared into her wet warmth. Her tongue swipes at your slit and the moans spill from you before you can control yourself.

Karina pulls back, a glint of something like victory in her eyes. “You need me that bad, sir? Need that big cock in my pretty mouth?”

You can’t voice an answer. Your brain is too jumbled to string coherent words. So you give her a single nod.

“I thought so,” she says as if it isn’t obvious before she welcomes your shaft back into her mouth again.

You throw your head back in mind-numbing pleasure. Everything feels so….surreal. Her lips gliding along your veiny shaft, her tongue that darts out so often to taste your leaking slit, the loud slurping sounds she’s probably making intentionally to rile you up.

It's a mess. It’s filthy. It’s everything you want.

The goddess of love herself is blowing your shaft. Or rather, Karina, the dream woman of million fans, herself has your cock in her mouth. You doubt both are luxuries that just anyone gets to experience.

Maybe Karina is just doing this for her benefit. It would be downright idiotic to think that a goddess would blow your cock for free. But right now, your mind is blank, focused on the single blissful feeling of Karina’s mouth working your length.

A loud gurgle escapes her lips when she swallows your whole shaft, nose pressed against your pelvis. The sudden, constricting warmth of her throat is unexpected. But when a goddess deepthroats you, you don’t complain.

She locks her gaze with yours as she holds your cock captive in her throat. Seconds pass but she shows no sign of backing out, still as determined as ever to keep you trapped in her tight warmth.

As for you, each second passed is another step to utopia, wishing this euphoric feeling never ends. Let her keep your cock warm forever.

But your hope quickly crumbles when she finally releases your cock, leaving it drenched in her drool. A waterfall of saliva stains her blouse, rendering it transparent to the point you can see the slightest hint of her rosy nipples.

“Oh, look like I’ve made a mess,” she says casually, like getting drool on your clothes is a normal occurrence. “I’d better clean up, hmm?”

You don’t understand what she’s talking about until she starts unbuttoning her shirt. Each loose button reveals more of her milky, round globes, peaking around the white fabric. She gets the job done quickly but it’s not like there’s much button left to begin with. Soon, her blouse lays a crumple heap on the floor.

“Like what you see?” she asks, like that’s even a question.

You are mesmerized. You can die happily now, you think. She may not be the real Karina but she’s still….well, Karina. And a full view of her glorious tits, which have their own fandom, is a privilege.

“Yeah…..” your voice comes out a shallow whisper, unable to think of anything except tits, tits and tits.

“Thought so,” she says, standing up and for a moment, you have a horrible thought that she’s gonna leave you like this - wanton and desperate. It’s exactly the kind of thing Aphrodite would do.

Luckily, she’s not feeling cruel today because she gets right back into her schoolgirl persona. “Say, sir. What do you think about stretching me out with that big cock?”

“You don’t even need to ask”

At your reply, Karina settles on your lap, facing you as she slowly guides your throbbing shaft inside her short skirt, her hands coming to rest on the nape of your neck. You watch your cock disappear into her red clothing, until you feel a wetness connect with your tip.

“Fill me up” And just like that, she sinks herself onto your shaft. You both let out a moan in unison. Her, from being utterly stretched out and you, from the way her walls squeeze your length.

Neither of you move for a second, adapting to this new position of depravity. But it doesn’t last long as Karina starts to roll her hips slowly. Your hands instinctively rest on her waist, guiding her movements.

“Fuck, you are so big. Even bigger than Ares…” she groans. You have no idea who she’s talking about but hey, a compliment’s still a compliment.

“Come on. You want those tits, don’t you?” she urges, pushing those busty globes into your face. And you gladly oblige, latching your lips onto one of her stiff nipples.

“Mhmm fuck” she groans as you swipe your tongue at her rosy bud before moving on to the other and doing the same thing. You decide not to be too greedy for now, devoting yourself to tasting one of her milkers, sucking and licking.

She writhes and trembles at the attention you are giving her tits, but her hip action doesn’t waver. She’s still riding you steadily, letting you enjoy her goddess pussy each time your shaft splits it open.

“God, your cock feels so good. So fucking big. Nghh…” She starts to pick up the pace, literally bouncing on your cock now as you turn your attention towards her unattended nipple, enjoying it the same way you did to its predecessor.

This double pleasure, that comes from both her tits and her pussy, can’t be described with words. It’s something beyond human comprehension that you doubt any other mortal could have gone through this and survive.

Her walls squeeze you just right, as if it has memorized every vulnerable spot, tackling with a precision that leaves your mind swimming.

Each time her ass crashes down onto your cock, she lets out a guttural moan. Her huge tits are jiggling so much now that it’s now impossible to put your mouth anywhere near. So you stop trying and enjoy the view.

You feel your body tingling with power, like a nuclear reactor on the verge of exploding. The glow on your pelvis grows brighter until it bathes the classroom in gold. Nevertheless, Karina is relentless - fucking herself on your throbbing cock like a bitch in heat. Who knows goddesses can be so beautiful yet so filthy?

But even the chosen one has his limits as you feel yourself spiralling to the inevitable end of this insatiable lust. The faint tingly feeling on your cock grows stronger until it’s overwhelming and soon, you unravel.

For a moment, all you can see is white as you unload spurt after spurt of your vile seed into Karina. It just keeps coming, everything stored in your balls, spilling into Karina’s cunt as she shudders from her own release. A few grunts follow as Karina rides you until she’s sure she has squeezed out the last drop of your load.

It takes a while to gather your thoughts.

When your senses finally return, Karina has returned to her earlier position on the desk, with the same cross-legged posture. The only difference being her tits out on display and the steady droplets of your cum dripping from under her skirt.

“Well,” she begins, not a hint of exhaustion in her voice, though sweat beads her temple and her hair has become a crumpled mess. “There’s your gift”

You blink. Karina has promised you a new ability but you don’t feel any different.

Then you realize.

You don’t feel any different.

Usually, extreme exhaustion, like you have run a marathon, follows after the mark’s power subsides. But this time, you don’t feel any of the fatigue, the weariness. Then you look down and find the answer.

The mark is still there. It has not disappeared like before. It’s not alight with power but it still glows a faint gold. Does it mean you can control it now?

“The mark….” you mutter.

“Indeed, the mark,” Karina agrees, amused at your realization. “Pretty handy, isn’t it? You don’t need to keep passing out every time you use it”

She is, no doubt, correct. Not only that you haven’t passed out but a fresh surge of energy has started travelling through your body. Your breath catches in your throat as another wave of arousal overwhelms you, and your cock springs up instantly from its limp form.

Karina smirks at the sight. “Easy there, tiger. Or we might stay in this verse forever”

This power. It’s pure and absolute. There’s no more doubt. No more fear. You have embraced what you are.

You are not a god. No. You are something far better. Something a thousand times more perfect. In no time, those who call themselves the divines will cower at your feet. In fact, they already are.

You are snapped out of your triumphant thoughts by the rattling sound of the desk as Karina slides down. She approaches you in slow and measured steps, like you are a bomb which can go off anytime.

“I’m sure we will meet again, Michael,” Karina says, inches away from you now. “For now, farewell”

Once again, she presses two fingers to your forehead.

And you spiral into an endless void.

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As abruptly as it has started, you find yourself back in your room at Eros’s place. The dim glow of city light filters through the rain-streaked windows, casting shifting patterns on the walls. Outside, New York sprawls endlessly, neon signs flickering, car horns blaring faintly in the distance. The scenery has shifted again.

The storm hasn’t let up either. Rain drums steadily against the glass, its rhythm oddly soothing. You half expect to feel the ache and exhaustion after you have landed face first on the floor but instead, your body hums with a quiet, unfamiliar energy.

You feel better than you have been in days. Better than you should.

Pushing yourself up from the bed, you flex your fingers, testing the sensation. No soreness, no aches. If anything, you feel sharper, like a blade freshly honed.

Suddenly, a chime pulls you from your thoughts.

You glance to the nightstand, where your phone screen glows softly in the dim room. A single notification sits at the top: a dark heart icon from the app you are too familiar with - the Ero app.

New ability acquired.

You snort, but the amusement fades the second you swipe open the screen and catch sight of the new wallpaper.

A bright, obnoxious Hello Kitty background stares back at you.

You sigh “Eros, you motherfuck-”

Shaking your head, you open the app - the same one that dragged you into this whole mess - and freeze.

It’s different.

Before, the Ero app was nothing more than a sleek, minimalistic portal. No menus, no settings - except for some occasional forewords about your quests. But now, the interface has shifted.

At the center of the screen is you. Or at least, a stylized version of you, shirtless, standing with an aura of gold swirling around you. Below it, your Profile is displayed, listing your Abilities in neat, glowing text.

Lust Epidemic. That must be the one which got the hunters acting like bitches in heat.

Domination. You are puzzled for a moment, then remember the mark you have imprinted upon Chaewon, turning her into your obedient slave.

And last but not least.

Endless Ardor. The one Aphrodite has granted.

And then, farther down-

You narrow your eyes.

A section labeled “Goddesses Conquered”.

The figures of Shuhua(Persephone), Chaewon(Artemis) and Karina(Aphrodite) are there, fitted in borders of golden hue. But the rest? Locked Silhouettes, dark and shadowed, their names blurred.

This looks like something out of an rpg game except that everything is real.

At the bottom, something else catches your eyes. A meter labeled Perfection.

It’s at 10%.

You stare at it, a strange unease creeping in. Perfection? What is that supposed to mean? And why does it feel like the app is tracking something you don’t fully understand yet?

Before you can think further, the door swings open.

Eros strides in, smelling like he has drowned in every perfume known to man, dressed in fresh clothes - ripped jeans and a loose button-down that hangs open just enough to be obnoxious. He grins like he owns the place. Which, considering this is his place, might not be far from the truth.

“Morning sunshine,” he drawls. “I come bearing a gift?”

You raise an eyebrow. “A gift?”

Eros steps aside and the angel enters.

Kazuha walks in, looking clean and refreshed. The wounds on her body are nowhere to be seen. She’s dressed like some kind of agent - fitted tank top, dark jeans, combat boots. Though you have to admit she looks insanely hot, that’s not what catches your attention. It’s what she’s holding.

A leash.

Connected to a collar.

Wrapped around Chaewon’s neck.

You are speechless. The once proud goddess of the hunt, stands on all fours, no different from a dog. There’s not a piece of clothing on her except for the collar around her neck. She stares at you with curiosity, but the fire in her eyes is gone, replaced by utter and complete obedience. Somehow, you get a feeling she’s awaiting an order.

Your order.

Eros chuckles, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “Congratulations, buddy. You have officially tamed a goddess”

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This one takes quite a while because I have been procrastinating. Thankfully, I get into the mood for some mythological action again. Enjoy.

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Part 8 of IVED Vanilla Latte

"Such a bed hog, Jang Wonyoung," Yujin grumbles as she peels the blankets back, careful not to disturb when she drapes it over you both and snuggles up against your chest. You share the complaint—it's a wonder how such a petite little thing can occupy so much space. 

"Always the brat that gets what she wants, I guess," you mutter with a sleepy smile, wrapping an arm around Yujin's back as the realization sets in that you're awake.

"Maybe that's the problem. We spoil her too much—fucking cums three times on daddy's fat cock and still steals all the covers."

Can’t exactly argue with that either. Yujin’s already energetic enough to trace circles into your bare chest, while Wonyoung is still in deep slumber, curled up peacefully right by your side. It’s well into the morning, but winter break means late nights and later mornings, plenty of time to sleep in and do absolutely nothing.  

And if that sleep comes with these two tangled up all over you in this spacious bed, cuddled nice and tight under the covers, then there's really not a single thing to complain about.

“Well, good morning, daddy," Yujin says, a bit hoarse, sleepiness still present when she plants a kiss right on your lips. 

"Morning, Yudolph," you reply, making Yujin giggle out instantly when her mouth reaches your neck. She nibbles gently, slow but steady, kissing her way across your exposed skin. And god, how she manages to look so fucking beautiful in the morning is beyond your comprehension. Even bare-faced, Yujin looks effortlessly gorgeous.

Wonyoung is the real sleeper amongst the three of you, even after Yujin kisses her so gently on the forehead to try and wake her up, still out like a light. That doesn't seem to matter, because she takes advantage, still showering you in attention—kisses on your neck that become a bit aggressive, a little more nibbling, a little sucking, teeth grazing against your skin until you can feel the ache where her mark is.

"A little needy this morning, are we?"

Yujin doesn't respond at first, too lost in what she's doing to hear your words as her hands wander a bit south, feeling how your boxers strain around your morning hardness.

"It's not like you can control yourself either," Yujin says, a smirk on her face that pairs with her giggles as a hand slides between your legs to feel your length, palm pressed over it. The warm touch alone has you twitching inside your boxers, groaning under your breath at the sensation. Her hot breath escapes, a tease as she kisses back up to your ear. "Let me take care of this for you—not like our princess will be up for a while."

Tempting, for sure, but you can't give in just yet. Instead, you give a little slap to her tight, plump ass that catches her off-guard, gasping louder than expected. 

"Not yet. Need some coffee first." 

The look that you get in return is every bit offended at being denied, Yujin with this adorable little pout that's so rare to see her sporting, cheeks all puffed out, such cuteness that nearly makes you reconsider. Yet, somehow, you hold strong and toss your side of the sheets right off, standing up to head towards the bathroom to wash up.

Following like a lost puppy, Yujin trails after you, kissing you from behind like she thinks it'll make you change your mind. She's nowhere near subtle enough about her intentions, arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as she pecks her way along your shoulders and upper back.

"But daddy—" Yujin whines, continuing her little display of affection as she attempts to bribe you with another plethora of kisses all over your neck, refusing to let you slip away. The bathroom mirror is large enough to let you observe the cute sight of her holding on, peppering wherever she can with those soft, delectable lips. 

But you silence any further protest when turning around to press your lips to hers, a tender kiss that lasts for longer than she deserves. 

"Coffee," you repeat, and this time she doesn't question.

From the moment you pour coffee beans to grind to the second it starts brewing, Yujin is right behind you, hardly separating from you for even a breath. Not that you ever would mind the company. Nor how little of her is covered up, this silky pink robe she managed to slip on the way, mostly unbuttoned, breasts spilling out, dark underwear on full display as well as those deadly hips paired with that amazing ass. 

"You know, coffee takes a long time," Yujin murmurs, nuzzling her face up against the crook of your neck.

"That's what makes it good, though," you respond, not falling for those cute little antics. But still, she feels impossible to resist, especially when her hand wanders along your abdomen, no longer subtle when she reaches between your legs to cup a nice handful of your bulge through your boxers. 

"We have time..." Yujin sighs, her hot breath lingering around your neck when she slides into the fabric of your underwear to get a better grip around you. The pressure is just enough, fingers wrapped tight, slow strokes from base to tip that coax you into full erection. "All the time in the world, don't we, daddy?" 

"Spoiled brat," you say, but can hardly let out little else when those lips latch on your neck, and a hand glides up and down your sensitive, throbbing shaft. 

"It's not spoiling me if you enjoy it too, right? So why won't you play with me a bit, daddy?" she questions, guiding you further into her spell, slipping out of your boxers so she can turn you around and continue to give her full, undivided attention. There's only so long until the temptation overtakes you, sweetening the pot by unbuttoning her robe, no hesitation to slide it off her shoulders, exposing her devilish body with ease. The soft bounce of those tits is practically hypnotic, and her pretty nipples perk up before your very eyes.

One more deep, heavy kiss has the answer already coming out of your mouth, cupping Yujin's perfect ass into each of your hands and lifting her right off her feet. Because how can anyone ever say no to a sight like this in front of them? 

She’s more than happy to cling to you, arms looped behind your shoulders, those heavenly thighs wrapped so tightly around your waist as you carry her the short distance onto the kitchen counter, right next to the coffee machine.

"Fine, you win. Impatient little slut,” you manage out between hot, heavy kisses. Fuck the coffee and fuck her for looking this irresistible so early. You're not sure who the real needy one is here—Yujin for seducing you so easily, or you for falling for it so fast. 

There’s never an angel on your shoulder when she’s around—only a devil convincing you to go with whatever the hell she demands. 

"Don't act like you can ever resist me," Yujin continues, legs so tight around your waist to prove that point. It's only when you get your fingertips into those panties and tug them down, trying to maneuver them past her thighs, does she have to let go for a split second, before returning herself to you the moment they're out of your way. 

"Never could, never will." With her pussy exposed and dripping wet for you, it's only natural to slide a finger or two, the warmth and ease you can glide into her tells plenty, how she’s ready for the real thing. It's her who frees your aching cock next as she moves the fabric of your underwear down enough to nudge your shaft at her entrance, slowly pumping up and down. 

“So fucking spoiled…” 

“Me, or you?” she laughs, scooting herself to the very edge so she can align you with her wet slit. The rest is up to you—and you don’t dare disappoint, the swollen head of your cock parting her folds, that velvety wet heat welcoming you right in one fluid stroke of your hips.

“Fuck—“ 

That feeling—god, the instant relief you get with that first thrust, your cock fitting so well inside Yujin as she stretches around you, there’s nothing like it. No matter how many times you've been inside her, the wet tightness of her cunt gives instant gratification, even when she’s desperately trying to get you to move by locking her legs so tight, heels pressing into your back.

"Tight little slut, always so needy for me," you growl, only to be met with that devious smile from Yujin, not arguing any of it. 

She's so wet, so warm, slick arousal covering your shaft whenever you enter her with ease, defiling the kitchen counter like you have so many times before. And those eyes, the way they meet yours whenever you drive your hips, that fucking look of pure lust just makes you go all in, wanting more of that desperation that she can't hide, like she can't handle how good it feels. 

“Can you really blame me? When you stretch me out like this? Oh, daddy's so—so, oh fuck," Yujin struggles to say, bare ass on the cold countertop as you work your shaft so deep in, keeping yourself buried. It's not that hard to shut her up like this, feel how she tightens from the sudden impact of your bodies crashing, how she sighs heavily and throws her head back when you impale that greedy little hole again.

"So, what? Come on, tell me, baby—" you taunt, slamming in again before slowing to a stop just as she's about to speak, getting a frustrated groan when you refuse to start moving again, not letting her take any control over this.

"P-please, so fuck—so, so fucking deep inside my pussy, daddy, right up into my guts, so—god," Yujin cuts off once again when you pull out and drive into her tight, slippery depths. “Ruin me, make me forget my name, fuck, your cock is so good—“ 

Her legs tighten around you as the next plunge hits just right, a gasp flying right out when that warm cunt swallows every inch back in, begging for more. You can see every little reaction on her blissed-out features when you pick up the pace, hear the sweet sounds of Yujin's desperate moans ringing throughout the kitchen.

“So fucking tight, god, Yujin, can barely fit this fucking cock in your pussy,” you grunt, watching her try to form a coherent thought while you plow her so deep. She’s moaning so shamelessly, right next to the coffee, spread out so lewdly across the countertop. 

"Give it to me, daddy, harder—" Yujin begs, and doesn't need to explain the next sentence, fingers digging into the back of your neck, bringing both of your faces closer and kissing you between her moans. She's relentless in the way she squeezes your cock, so tight and warm with every smack of your body against hers, hot flesh on hot flesh loud and unmistakable in the otherwise silent room. "Fucking use me like the little cumslut I am, fill me up—god, daddy, need your hot load, drain those heavy fucking balls in me." 

Every bit of her pussy squeezes tightly around your length when you draw back, leaving just your swollen tip sheathed inside before thrusting right back into her, repeating that same motion that gets all these desperate moans out of her lips. 

“That what you want? To dump a load in your tight cunt like I did with Wonyoung when you were gone?" 

That only riles her up even more, that jealousy building, legs hugging tighter like she has no plans to let you out of her grasp. But that’s what gets her wetter, lips claiming your own before pulling off and giving full access to the side of her neck, urging you to dive right in. That’s what you do, mouth finding that delicious bare skin, kissing, licking away, grazing teeth into the sensitive area. Not gentle at all when you begin to suck hard until Yujin whimpers, hard enough you're certain to leave behind marks, the kind that'll stay visible for days and annoy Wonyoung. 

“Daddy—“ 

Yujin tries to return the favor when she clings even tighter, nails leaving scratches down your back as you put every bit of strength in your hips, soaking yourself in her juices when your shaft makes such a mess of her glistening cunt. 

"Love when you fuck me like this, when you use me like you can't control yourself," Yujin barely manages, limbs so tangled around your entire body that it keeps you pulled in, wanting you even deeper with each thrust. You hear the strain in her voice, almost huskier, heavy and thick with arousal, your hips sparing no energy. 

"My pretty little fuckdoll, is that what you are? This perfect cunt always begging to milk my cock?”

“Y-yes, daddy, just a warm, wet hole for you to dump your heavy load in—“ She's so unbelievably tight with each thrust that sinks all the way into that wonderful, wet heat. Buried balls deep, Yujin squeezes the absolute life out of your cock as you plunge right in over and over. This isn't so much fucking her as using her body, just like she craves, selfishly driving into her without letting up for a second, bodies a sweaty mess as you keep your lips on her. 

"Getting close, make me cum on that cock, come on," Yujin pleads, unable to take much more as you pummel her pussy, slamming your whole weight into her with each pump. "Make me cum daddy, fuck, that's it, use me just like that—"

You don't need any more convincing to not hold anything back, cupping her face in your hands and sealing those lovely moans with your mouth as you pound her aching cunt. Nothing can stop the sheer ecstasy on her face when you're railing her like this, driving yourself into her body so hard into the counter that everything not nailed down bounces around from the impact.

"Gonna cum on that cock, gonna cum so fucking hard," Yujin says with a shudder, locking herself so around your body that there’s no chance of escape, eyes barely able to stay open, toes curling and back arching off the counter. The coffee's done brewing, long forgotten and ignored, but it can't possibly compare to how hot Yujin feels in comparison, so tight and drenched with your hard cock sliding so perfectly inside. She's getting even tighter, nails clawing into your back once again—even when your own rough thrusts don't show an ounce of mercy, these violent snaps of your hips never falter for an instant.

“Then cum on this cock you greedy little slut—“ 

Yujin clamps tight, and the sight alone sends you spiraling—the way her tits are bouncing, a thin layer of sweat covering every bit of her body, cheeks flushed and hair becoming a hot mess, your unrelenting onslaught never losing an ounce of momentum. Then she's cumming so hard, squirming in your arms, mouth hanging open with a final desperate sound when it hits and her face contorts in pleasure, soaked cunt contracting over and over as you pry out a heavy, overwhelming climax.

"D-daddy! Fuck!"

You could watch her gorgeous face like this forever, how her body reacts, every sound she makes, every detail etched into your memory when her juices gush out and soak around your balls, that orgasm hitting so hard, eyes rolling back. She's shaking violently by the end of it, borderline painfully tight around your cock with her face buried in the crook of your neck as she struggles to regain her breath, clutching to you like a lifeline. 

“Love making you cum like that, Yujinnie, love when you make a mess all over me,” you say when Yujin rides it all out to completion, gasping and sighing in between trying to catch her breath. She's nothing but spent when the aftershocks lose steam, nothing but an exhausted mess all tangled up in your arms. 

Absolutely gorgeous that look on her face is, overwhelmed and cheeks still reddened, so lost in bliss, so relaxed when you gently caress her messy hair out of her eyes. 

"Your turn, daddy," Yujin mutters, so out of breath when she crashes lips against yours with a deep, heavy kiss that’s all saliva and tongue. You're already on edge as is, the pressure between your legs ready to burst at any moment as your body goes into full overdrive. "Isn't that what you need right now? Isn't that what you needed the whole time when I woke you up? A nice, thick load in my tight little cunt? Please, wanna feel it drip all out of me…"

And that's what gets your hips moving like no tomorrow—this last little burst of energy when Yujin urges you on, whispers those lewd words of encouragement. It's when she kisses up the side of your cheek, nips your ear, runs a hand over your chest and plays with a nipple that your willpower cracks, slowly pulling out of her to drive right back in that much faster, pounding her tight little cunt without remorse.

"You're so fucking close aren't you, daddy? Need you to unload, need you to fucking breed me. Can feel you fucking throbbing—" 

Yujin’s voice right in your ear, it's everything you need: her desperate cries for your cum, her frantic moans, begging and pleading for it, that's what tips you right over the edge. There's no stopping this. No stopping the way you can't help but fuck her balls fucking deep over and over again, feeling just how tight Yujin clenches around your cock, that constant whine of 'daddy' becoming your undoing.

That flimsy string of self-restraint snaps, one final deep plunge as her walls suffocate your cock, and you grab two handfuls of her plump ass to hold her in place as you unload, a torrent of cum flooding deep inside, thick, white hot seed erupting into Yujin, spreading this satisfying warmth into her welcoming cunt.

Her face, Yujin's pretty fucking face, it's all you can look at when you explode, draining your heavy balls inside her pussy, everything emptied right out. She holds you through it, keeping herself locked in place as your dick pulses and spurts without pause, all that built up pressure emptied into her, not a chance for any to spill out.

"That's it, daddy," Yujin pleads, planting sweet kisses all down the side of your jaw, tracing her tongue across your ear, shuddering when the rest of your load empties inside her. "Fucking breed me, god—all of it, fuck it all deep in me, please—"

The last couple spurts have you twitching violently, right up to the very end, both of your bodies dripping in sweat. Even with Yujin clinging to you so tight, those long legs locked around your waist while her cunt wrings every last drop, you stay buried inside, savoring just how hot and wet she feels. 

"Fuck, god, baby—came so fucking much in you," you manage to utter. letting yourself collapse onto Yujin's sweaty, sticky body. The whole time she strokes your hair, all while being filled to the brim with your thick seed, locked together on this little kitchen counter with no interest in moving

“Daddy always does. Always gives me everything I want. Feels so good inside me, made this pussy so fucking full," Yujin says, resting her head on you, planting one more kiss on your shoulder before getting a good squeeze on your ass.

"That's what you like, right? To get your little pussy all full and messy with cum? See it spilling out, knowing that I filled you, that you made me cum that hard—“ Yujin gives this small nod, and your sensitive cock refuses to leave that sticky warmth you've sunk deep into. Not that she would ever let you, even while her cunt threatens to overflow all over the kitchen counter. 

You just can't get enough of the taste of Yujin when you latch your lips upon her sweaty neck again, leaving behind a trail of tired kisses, licking whatever runs down her hot skin, craving more. And while you both bask in the afterglow, panting heavily, hardly able to catch a moment of recovery, there's the coffee, beckoning, a waft of hot steam that goes ignored this entire time. 

There's a certain look on Yujin's face once you take a break from lapping up her salty sweat and manage to pull away—a satisfied smile when she untangles her limbs, inviting herself off the counter as your length slowly slips out. Immediately, your cum trickles right out the moment she stands, thighs parting, a messy white trail dripping all the way down, practically a work of art. 

"Look at that, love seeing how much you filled me," Yujin says and smirks, hand shooting right between her legs and sliding a finger right inside, cum leaking out even faster. 

"So do I, Yujinnie, love seeing how much cum your pretty little cunt takes. Never looks as good as when it's leaking out." 

Yujin gets those lips on you once again, sharing a long, lingering kiss that leaves your head spinning, hand gripping your sensitive cock as if there’s anything left to drain. "And look at that—coffee's all ready."

As if you still care about that right now, when Yujin is right there, standing so proud with cum leaking down her thighs, a sweaty, gorgeous mess. "Forget the coffee. Rather have you instead. Every morning." 

"Oh, am I better than the coffee, daddy?" Yujin teases, nudging her naked frame so close. 

"Always are."

Falling into one more embrace, the smell of hot coffee right next to you, you can tell you're not in the room alone anymore—

It's Wonyoung's perfume that hits your senses first, her presence known immediately when her heels clack across the floor. As usual, so unfazed by anything as she grabs a travel mug, pouring herself some coffee into it, cream and sugar following after. 

"Oh, good morning. Plenty of coffee left, I see," Wonyoung says, voice so pleasant, warm and bubbly, ignoring everything that she sees happening right before her eyes. There’s silence; neither you nor Yujin say anything in reply, only watching her strut around the kitchen as she grabs a bagel, a fork, and some cream cheese from the fridge. 

And just like that she's out of the kitchen, heading straight back down the hall, not a thing in the world able to take away her cheerfulness right now. "Gonna head out shopping for a few hours—be back later!"

It's rather unusual for Wonyoung not to have anything else to say, not even a single complaint about Yujin's monopolizing of you. Though it's probably best not to question it, especially if it means you get this place all to yourself with no distractions. Nothing to hold you back from indulging on Yujin's absolutely sinful body a little more.

"So—" you start off, almost breaking into a laugh at the very ridiculousness of it all. 

"Shower," Yujin suddenly answers before the question is even fully asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the counter, the mess on the tile floor long forgotten for now. "You're going to fuck me in the shower. And then after that—“

You never get the chance to hear the rest, Yujin not one for finishing her thoughts, looking so good when she walks off like this, all naked, hips swaying, ass jiggling with each step and legs going on for miles, demanding your attention as she leads the way to the bathroom. 

Yeah, maybe a shower sounds great. 

✦ ✦

Once hot water hits your back, you've got Yujin pinned up against the tiles of the shower wall, muscles moving almost on instinct. Your body knows the routine, always going back for more even after draining a thick, heavy load inside this girl. 

Then the shower is all hers, that sexy back to you as you shove two fingers inside, curled in just the right way that hits every spot, making her cum on your digits again and again and again. No remorse, not even when Yujin begs for mercy, barely able to keep herself standing. She's not used to being on this side of overstimulation—it's always the other way around, but the cries that escape sound so perfect, legs shaking violently when she's all spent and worn out, a sticky mess.

Two more orgasms later, you're shampooing her long hair and rubbing some of her fancy body wash all over those long legs that you already miss wrapped around you. 

It's this nice, calm moment when you've gotten her so clean and relaxed, nothing out of her mouth but a reward of sweet little kisses, giggling and laughing while she's busy washing out the shampoo. Like you've somehow tamed the brat out of her—for now.

By the time you're finished with her, all toweled off and fresh, there are no complaints when Yujin crawls in bed next to you, wrapping herself up right in your arms again.

"Nice to have daddy to myself every now and then. Love when you take care of me and spoil me," she says, shifting close. You know the drill, wrapping an arm around her bare back, tracing fingers down her spine before they glide through her tangled locks as her lips stay pulled into that ever-permanent smile. 

"Sometimes it's nice when I don't need to share..." you say, trailing off with a sudden kiss on her lips, the kind that earns a giggle once Yujin is finally done nuzzling up to your neck, taking in your scent that still lingers. 

"Think I should spoil daddy some more today. Made me cum so many times in the shower, even when I thought I couldn't take anymore." 

"Learned from the best, didn't I?"

Yujin gives the cutest grin at that. "What does daddy want, then? Want me to suck you off? Stroke your cock, milk another huge load? " 

"Yeah, all of that sounds good," you answer, pushing yourself up and settling back against the pillows. Yujin's between your legs not even a second after that, flat on her stomach, legs behind her and feet dangling in the air. She's dressed only in this purple little thong, almost naked and perfect as her long hair falls in such a way over her bare, smooth back, eyeing your cock with this giddy grin that can't possibly be wiped away.

"Whatever daddy wants, daddy gets…” Yujin says, and she always makes good on her promises to spoil you. She gets right to work as she caresses your thighs with those magical hands, running them up and down, getting all the blood flowing again. 

Funny enough how she says that, like this isn't also for her, isn't something she needs as much as you. The look of excitement on Yujin’s face, when she grabs onto your shaft, gets you hard just from that alone. All it takes is that simple graze, fingers dancing along every bit of you before you've stiffened up again for her.

"Daddy's big, thick cock—filling my mouth," Yujin mumbles out, drool already forming at the corners of her mouth when she rubs your cock head against her soft lips, kissing it like she can't help herself anymore. You lean back, head in the pile of pillows while she gets comfortable, her ass pointing right into the air, barely covered by this pathetic piece of fabric. She's in utter bliss before even starting, the soles of her feet rubbing against each other, like she's more excited about sucking you off than you are.

Not a moment wasted. A little tease with her tongue as it glides along your length, slicking it all up, before stopping right at the sensitive underside where she's learned your weakness. There's no hiding the way you moan and twitch, your breath hitching every time her tongue laps over the same area, cupping your balls while she flicks repeatedly. 

"So sensitive, even after you came in me," Yujin says, her tongue exploring all the way down to your balls, rolling them around before pressing her lips to kiss them. She's too good at knowing just where to pay extra attention to, where to lick and tease and have you melting into the sheets as her tongue flicks back against the very tip.

There's not a thing you can do about the moan that leaves you while Yujin strokes your whole length, spitting onto your tip again and again, spreading her wet saliva all around. And then she parts those lips, envelops the head of your cock right into the warmth of her mouth, swallowing you whole with no warning.

"Shit, Yujin—god, fuck," you grunt out when her cheeks hollow, lips sealed so tight and bobbing her head up and down so sinfully from the very beginning. Those lips suck and slurp as they slide down the entirety of your shaft, holding for a moment before pushing right back up, tongue lavishing the whole way. She stares so intensely the whole time, this magical eye contact as she takes in every inch, taking you far into the depths of her throat like it's not even the slightest challenge.

"Daddy tastes so good, especially when it's all the way down my throat," Yujin says, pulling away just so she can pepper kisses down your shaft, her hot breath hitting every bit of your saliva-soaked dick. 

Her lips press into the side, following it all the way down your length with one big, wet kiss when she teases until the very bottom. No wasted movements, she takes you back inside her mouth right after, a loud, heavy slurp while she plays with your balls, driving every ounce of pleasure possible out of you when her lips travel back down. 

"You're gonna be the fucking end of me, I swear—" you moan out as Yujin continues to get deep and swallow every inch, her nails grazing across your thighs, using them for leverage while her head bobs with no sign of letting up. She's absolutely shameless with how messy she gets, that lewd sound of your cock going into her throat so prominent, spit covering the entire length as her pace speeds up.

It's too good when she picks things up—Yujin knows exactly where you're weak, just how to push your limits without taking things too far when every movement and slide of her lips has you groaning so desperately.

Then her hands pin your thighs right against the mattress, keeping you from thrusting when the speed quickens even more. Yujin gurgles on your length, humming happily with such pride, devouring your whole cock right to the back of her throat. She goes harder than ever with a rough push all the way down and holding herself there for a moment before working back up, messy spit and loud gags leaving her mouth as she pulls back, a satisfied expression all over her.

"Love choking on daddy's big cock," Yujin says, an eager grin before diving straight back down.

The feeling is mutual, because fuck—all of that feels so good, lips slurping up and down while your heavy cock fills her throat completely. She's fucking relentless, these exaggerated gags in between breaths when she takes in your full length over and over again, switching it up by sucking so gently on your swollen cockhead, using only her lips to push it even further down.

And then it’s an endless loop, that warm, wet tongue that travels all the way down to the base, tracing every vein to get these helpless moans out of you. There's no mercy given, no respite when you're throbbing like crazy, trying your absolute best to not shove her pretty face straight into your crotch. The only alternative is to grab fistfuls of the sheets instead, shutting your eyes for a fleeting moment.

"Nuh-uh," Yujin suddenly says over your sloppy cock, pulling you out of her mouth with a loud, lewd pop, spit glistening the whole length of your shaft as she strokes, a small string falling right off her chin. "Eyes open, daddy."

She's not a woman you want to deny, especially when she's looking so hungry between your legs, lips on your heavy balls and sucking with so much desire. You don't know whether you'll survive this—there's a certain determination on Yujin's face, her tongue lapping at your sack while a hand continues jerking you off, not neglecting any part. 

"Fuck, Yujin—fucking love your mouth," you groan, the sight in front of you becoming too much to handle. 

And even when she's far too skilled to bring you over the edge with these intense, wet slurps that coat your cock in abundant spit, she can’t help but stare the whole time. Like nothing could satisfy her more than watching you, moaning with need when she sucks harder on each of your balls, making sure to give them both equal attention. 

"Then daddy won’t mind me swallowing that delicious cum? Gonna drain these big, heavy balls right down my throat," Yujin says, but that's not going to happen just yet—

Not when her tongue gets to work, ensuring your balls get doused in warm saliva, wrapping her lips around each one for good measure. This slow, torturous moment that she draws out when she licks over every sensitive spot, working you up so perfectly that you're about ready to explode, to coat that face with hot, sticky cum.

She won’t allow any deviation, not when she has your pleasure all mapped up, a perfect plan on how to turn you into a fucking mess with every swipe that slides over your balls one more time. Right on schedule, she dips even lower, and all your senses come alive when her tongue presses into your ass, swirling around slowly, teasing that sensitive area, testing until her tongue pushes all the way inside.

"Yujin—jesus, fuck, oh my god," you groan out almost involuntarily. One hand stays so firm around the head of your cock while she goes deep. Her tongue thrusts in and out of you, each slow movement feeling as wonderful as it was the first time she did this, like she knows exactly where to go when you're so close. Yujin giggles happily to herself, burying her face in deep, tongue exploring your asshole with expert precision as you barely keep yourself together. 

"Nothing daddy likes more than when I eat his ass, right?" And nothing could wipe that smug grin off her face, and damn, she's so right about that when her tongue goes crazy, swirling at your hole, using the tip to plunge in and out, finding all the sensitive nerves. 

It's every bit overwhelming as much as it's satisfying, Yujin getting you even closer to that edge, not even stroking your cock anymore when she's too busy lapping her tongue right inside your ass.

"So good, Yujin, so fucking good," you manage out in the midst of pleasure, squirming when the wetness of her tongue fills you. She gets you so close to where you need, but never pushes you over the edge, her own desire to drive you crazy so evident in how sloppy she gets. Those pretty manicured nails dig into your abdomen to keep you from moving, your cock throbbing, leaking all over. "Getting so close, fuck—" 

And it's such a struggle not to blow right then, this pressure only building more and more. "Yeah? Daddy loves my tongue in his asshole that much? Might make you cum?" 

Yujin doesn’t wait for a response as she plunges so deep, her mouth going straight into overdrive. Her tongue only hits that sensitive area a few more times, before running back all the way to your balls, licking on each one repeatedly while she stares. That is, until her lips are right on your cock again, slowly sliding all the way down to the base, forcing every inch past those pretty lips without a problem.

"Fuck, keep going," you groan, gripping the sheets, desperately needing relief. There's an ache so deep inside that you can't escape, and there's only one person with the power to set it free. "You're gonna make me cum. It's all gonna shoot down your fucking throat, Yujin, right down—"

It's that kind of encouragement she craves, getting a handful of your full balls to fondle and play with while her mouth gives the killing blow. There's no remorse in the way Yujin brings you right up to the peak of pleasure, her mouth so warm, so wet around your entire shaft as she plunges deep down, nose pressed firmly into your crotch.

Then it's all up to you to do the rest when you grab the back of her head and keep her in place.

She watches the whole time as your face contorts and your muscles tense, unable to keep a loud, heavy groan from slipping past your lips when you finally do explode. Shooting right out, that huge thick load spills out as you pump shot after shot right down her throat while she milks it from your balls. 

It's exactly what she wants when you get such a tight grip on her head, keeping her held down your throbbing cock while you flood such a massive load straight down into her hungry throat. 

“Oh my god, fuck, Yujin—“ 

Her lips stay wrapped tight, flushed down to your base as her throat works to get every last drop, always so greedy, eyes watching every moment while she empties your balls, fingers still fondling them the whole time. You just keep those groans going, spilling inside the delicious warmth of Yujin’s tight throat and giving her everything as she gulps down shot after shot of your sticky load. She just keeps this delicate squeeze on your balls ever, drawing more out of them to swallow down. 

You hold her tight, fingers digging into her scalp, long past the point when your orgasm ends and your cock is completely spent. All this time, Yujin looks so pleased, letting you take as much time as you need to pump that load deep into her stomach, throbbing on repeat. Even after you relax your grip, she's slow to pull her mouth off, sucking with such intensity once you finally empty yourself, having nothing left to shoot, drained so expertly.

There's such a thick, creamy mess in her mouth when her lips part to reveal after taking everything from your cock. It doesn't take long before Yujin lets it all pool, playing with it in a little show before gathering it all up in one big mouthful, tilting her head back and swallowing every single bit.

"Made daddy cum so hard, didn't I?" she purrs, almost in triumph, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your chest while you just ride through the high. "So fucking good, especially when you pump all of it right down my throat and I don't have to share any of it."

"You're too fucking good, Yujin—" 

"Insatiable you could say. If your balls had anything left, I'd be sucking you dry again. Daddy won't go a day without being drained and my mouth or pussy full of thick cum."

She falls straight on top of you, nothing in the way when her leg slides right around you, hugging your waist and pulling you close until her warmth surrounds you again. And of course you welcome it, one hand resting right on the small of her back, the other running all through her hair, relishing in the calm.

"You really are spoiled," you say, brushing some loose strands away as Yujin simply snuggles closer. 

"Daddy's spoiled little brat. You wouldn't have it any other way."

----

You don't wake up until later. Head a little clearer, the sleep more than welcome, body rested and well refreshed. Wonyoung still isn't home when you check her room. Neither is Yujin, or at least in your bed, but you find her right in the kitchen once you wander back downstairs.

She doesn't take long to spot you, a wide grin across her face. Her hair is tied up in a messy ponytail, sporting a black tank top and matching gym shorts that show off those toned legs and a lot more as she grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. There's this nice glow to her skin, a little more radiant from what looks like a quick jog outside.

"About time. Missed you, daddy. Princess isn't back yet and you were still out, so I decided to go for a little run."

“Not my fault you wore me out."

"Is that all on me now? All I did was suck your cock just like you asked, like the good girl I am," Yujin argues with the most ridiculous pout you've ever seen. 

"Good? Not sure I'd ever use that word to describe you."

"I'm good when I feel like it. And good at riding you until you blow a nice fat load deep inside my tight pussy—"

"Yeah, you're definitely anything but a good girl."

Yujin doesn't bother hiding the look on her face when you stare, stretching those arms above her head and flexing right in front of you, every inch on perfect display and that toned midriff peeking out when her top rises. "What would you even do if I was obedient? If you couldn't punish me whenever you liked, smacking my ass raw, or fucking my throat to keep me quiet?"

"I'd go find a different roommate, obviously."

A dramatic gasp follows, the kind that makes you both laugh when you step closer to kiss her. "Hey, wait, I'm all sweaty here. Let me go hop into the shower first, I won't take too long."

Not a chance you're waiting for her to do that—especially when you're the one who can easily offer an alternative. "No need when I can, I can clean you up right here."

"Perv," Yujin giggles, already considering your offer. "Daddy likes me all hot and sweaty?" 

No hesitation on her end when she meets your gaze. "We can save water then—so show me what you have in mind instead," Yujin beckons, reaching her hands out and pulling you in by the collar for a lustful kiss. 

"Come on—" You take the lead, grabbing Yujin by the wrist and guiding her along. She knows exactly where you're heading as soon as you turn the corner into the guest bathroom. It's more than enough space to work in once you clear off the sink, sweeping the makeup and skincare all to one side before hoisting Yujin up on the marble counter with no effort at all.

She doesn't wait for any other prompt, pulling off her tank top with your eager hands all over her sweaty body, reveling in her warmth while leaning right in for more of those sloppy, needy kisses, the kind that become her favorite the more riled up she gets. You're too busy ogling her body to be any use though, drinking in the sight of her perky, perfect tits in front of you when your lips separate.

"Keep staring," Yujin insists, as a strong, slender finger tilts your chin up, a far too smug look across her pretty face. 

And you have no problem doing so while she undoes her ponytail, changing the messy, disheveled look into two loose pigtails instead as a mischievous smile pulls at her lips. "Isn't this a better look for me, daddy? Gives you plenty to tug on whenever you fuck my tight little pussy."

"It suits a brat like you—but I already wrecked your cunt. So your ass is mine instead."

Excitement fills her expression right away when Yujin leans back against the mirror, bare tits rising and falling when she notes the raging hard-on that's practically begging for attention through your sweatpants. "Even better. Now go on—clean me up, daddy." 

There's not a moment's delay, giving her body another heated stare as you reach straight down and pull her shorts along her toned legs. They slip off effortlessly, finding Yujin hasn't bothered with panties underneath either. 

Yujin tugs at the hem of your shirt as well, lifting it over your head to get you more comfortable. Then you're running your tongue over her tits, gathering up the beads of sweat as her whole body goes tense under your touch. She's quick to moan as you grope her body, from her abdomen down to her thighs, feeling all the curves and soft, tender skin as her breathing slowly gets heavier.

"And daddy said I was the needy one."

"You are—you want my cock more than anything, every damn day."

"Don't pretend you're complaining, daddy, you like using me way too much to ever get rid of me."

And that's the last thing she says while you draw circles around her nipple, licking up more sweat along the way, this delicious body all yours. Just getting your mouth over her neck makes Yujin shudder, taking your time with each spot you land on—but she has other plans for you, lifting her arms over her head and stretching out for you to indulge.

"I'm so sweaty everywhere... daddy better not miss a single spot."

You wouldn't dream of it. Running kisses up and down her soft skin, you get all your lips over every sensitive area, until you reach where the sweat is most prominent—

Right at her armpit, you kiss her there the second you reach it, Yujin giggling softly when your tongue begins to lash, diving right in. The taste is divine as always, leaving you more than satisfied to lick every single drop up, that natural, delicate aroma just a wonderful bonus that lingers. She's so relaxed while you are anything but. devouring that area, tongue swiping up all that salty sweat like it's your sustenance.

"Mm, daddy loves how I taste, doesn't he? Keep going, love when you pay attention to every part of me—“ That's your plan, to lavish every inch of her gorgeous body. But your focus is kept right here, tongue dragging along every spot of her sweat-doused armpits, swapping between each while she keeps those slender arms raised high for your mouth to get easy access. 

Her giggles become soft sighs with your tongue so sloppy, wet licks turning into hungry slurps, savoring that heavenly taste, with your mouth so busy licking and sucking until there's more saliva than sweat before. Yujin encourages it all, knowing all too well how equally insatiable you can get when you're licking her, taking your time to slobber every area, every sensitive spot that gets such a strong reaction out of her. 

You really can’t get enough, burying your face to keep the scent of Yujin lingering, the taste of her on your tongue. When your lips somehow detach, and you reach a point of satisfaction, you kiss down her chest in search of more sweat to lick up. 

She's all smiles, fingers playing with the strands of your hair while your tongue explores her chest, a layer of sweat right in between her cleavage that's calling your name, your tongue wasting no time in gathering it up. 

"More, daddy. Your mouth, fuck, get my body nice and clean—"

You continue your exploration, getting your mouth all over her stiff nipples and watching her tense up when you give them all the attention they deserve—tracing the swell of each breast before the licking intensifies. It earns the same response from Yujin every single time, desperate little whines when your teeth graze along the nub, flicking it back and forth with each hungry suck, switching between them after.

"Fuck," Yujin curses under her breath, and she steals a wrist to bring your fingers to her mouth as your tongue gets busier. Almost like she's mirroring your motions, her own tongue extends, taking two digits inside to wrap around, lips going a bit wild as she begins to suck. And suck does she ever, almost matching the pace of your mouth, saliva covering your fingers in an instant. But that won't distract you, with your mouth hungrily licking down every bit of her breasts, detouring towards her abdomen. 

"You taste so good, Yujin—god, your entire body tastes so fucking good—" you mutter in between, tracing your tongue slowly down her midriff, kissing along her abs, in between, over every little part until your mouth is right back where it all started. 

"Then I guess I should get all sweaty more often," Yujin suggests, a smirk spreading on her lips that matches how her legs open right up. 

But you're not quite ready to head between her thighs like usual, not having your fill of the rest of Yujin's body as you enjoy the view of her cunt, starved for attention. 

No need to rush either. Your kisses resume down her thighs, each spot receiving just the right amount of your mouth, until you give all that attention to her pretty feet, lifting one of her ankles and laying a gentle kiss onto each. 

"You keep this up and daddy might have to start calling me princess."

That makes you pause, eyes averting from her irresistible body to meet Yujin's mischievous, inviting eyes.

"Absolutely not," is the obvious response you can muster, but it only seems to entertain her more. "One spoiled brat in the house is bad enough."

"Aww, you love when I'm a brat, daddy," Yujin says, feigning disappointment. Her eyes give that little twinkle before her other foot reaches for your chest, teasingly stroking her toes over a nipple. "Fine, no princess. I'll be whatever you need me to be as long as you keep kissing every part of me just like this. Come on, get back to work, daddy." 

Almost on auto-pilot you do, and the bliss gets etched on Yujin’s face right away as you admire this underappreciated part of her body. And this part is perfect like the rest of her, silky soft soles with these delicate high arches and pretty painted nails, black polish sparkling under the bright bathroom light. Everywhere you want to kiss, you do, each individual toe meeting your lips before you suck gently, one at a time, letting your wet saliva cover each before moving on.

"Feels so nice, daddy, just keep sucking my toes,” Yujin says, a heavy sigh escaping the entire time when you do exactly that. 

She loves getting spoiled like this, and you love indulging her in it, the pleasure overtaking her features while you suck away on her pretty pedicured toes, slipping your tongue in the spaces between, not missing a chance to taste anything. 

And you’re just getting started, only slipping her toes from between your lips to focus on her creamy soles, where they feel the softest. An absolute delight on their own, you're not leaving anything without proper attention, dragging your tongue across her arches, the ball of her foot, down to her heel and back up to repeat it all. 

"Daddy's going crazy," Yujin groans when your saliva continues to spill from your mouth, dripping all across her feet like the delicacy they are. "Love seeing you like this—my toes in your mouth, salivating all over them…"

All the response you can offer is to take her big toe and slide it back between your lips, sucking with even more vigor, like you can’t ever get enough. Clearly, she’s enjoying all this worship, these content sighs when you turn this into a feast, both soles yours to inhale when they press deep against your face. You can hardly pick where to focus, soles side by side awaiting your tongue, those long, delicious toes needing your lips shortly after. 

“Always so hungry for me—you could suck on my toes all day, couldn't you?" she asks, but you refuse to answer, devouring both soles at the same time with the rest of her toes within easy reach for take back in. To make matters worse, Yujin simply pushes one foot away to tease your cock through your sweatpants, until all that attention makes you swell through the fabric.

"Impatient little brat.”

"You say that like you're not dying to shove that thick cock straight up my asshole." 

With a final, wet slurp, those pretty toes come sliding out from your hungry mouth, more kisses being pressed onto her soles before you eventually let up. Yujin doesn't hesitate as those slender fingers slip into your waistband right after, pulling your sweatpants off right alongside your underwear in one smooth motion to show just how desperate she is. 

Nothing left between your aching shaft, a few needy strokes are all that’s necessary to bring you to full hardness, lips parted and eyes widened, even after countless times like this. "See? It's what you really want. Daddy can't get enough of this perfect cock inside my ass." 

"Guess you got me there,” you say, almost in annoyance. 

You don't bother waiting for another bratty reply, because Yujin knows right where you want her as she hops off the counter, pigtails bouncing freely when she faces away in front of this enormous bathroom mirror. She gets all in position, bending over nice and slow, angling her delicious bare ass as you try to find something useful—nearly knocking every bottle over when you spot the closest thing resembling lube. 

A bottle of fancy massage oil is your best option for now, although you're left wondering why something like this is mixed in with the assortment of cosmetics. A question for later, when your mind is focused on this girl's plump cheeks that press up against you.

That's your cue to start pouring oil down to cover her round ass, the excess spilling onto her thighs while you rub it all in. Another generous squirt right above her lower back before your hands sink into those shapely cheeks, massaging the oil deeper in and getting everything nice and slick.

Yujin's more than relaxed while you turn this prep into an unplanned massage session, rubbing the oil all around the small of her back, down enough to coat her thighs, and then you're back up to knead her supple ass some more. She's glistening, that perfect ass so slippery wet when she grinds your throbbing cock sandwiched between her oily cheeks, an impatience tease in full effect.  

"Your cock feels so fucking hard. Can't wait to have it stretching me open, god, daddy’s gonna feel so good stuffed inside my tight asshole." 

You have to agree, but that doesn't mean you aren't going to enjoy your cock sliding between these glistening cheeks a little longer, because you can tease her just as much—

Especially with the way you grip her ass nice and firm, fingers digging into that inviting flesh. Your cock is already leaking, throbbing uncontrollably while you indulge, sliding up and down the curve of her ass when you inch a bit closer to that tight little hole with every movement. 

Impatience from Yujin shows in the mirror, practically ready to beg the more your shaft slides between these cheeks. But you have to take your time and savor the view of this girl so close, bent over the counter with those insanely long legs spread, ass all oiled up and primed to be taken. 

But Yujin, she grows tired of the tease, pulling those cheeks apart so you can see where you’re destined to go. Reaching back, she guides your slippery shaft where you need to be, where she needs it to be. "In me—put it in my ass right fucking now. Pound my asshole the way you always do, please, daddy, I need it—"

Not like you're going to tell her no. She's looking over her shoulder when your cock finally nudges inside that tightest opening, grabbing a hip before you slowly start to sink inside.

Fuck, she's tight, so incredibly tight, and it only gets better the more you watch that ass swallow your entire cock, not stopping until she's taken everything you can give. It's when your hips meet those oil-slicked cheeks that you really savor the moment, Yujin's gripping asshole hugging so tightly around your base, the heavenly warmth surrounding every inch. 

"Love that dick in my ass, daddy. Right where you belong. Give me it, give me it all," she purrs, arching her back when you start pulling out, inch by slow inch, relishing the grip on your cock. The initial withdrawal is always the hardest, difficult to slip out the entire way—and then you’re right back in with one rough thrust, Yujin moaning so loud from taking it so deep with your hands tight on her wide hips. 

You're happy to oblige her every whim, and you do so with this impossible grip on your cock that makes you throb like crazy when sliding back inside Yujin. Holding nothing back, all you can do is groan as she takes you all the way in, pounding faster within those bouncy cheeks with every powerful thrust. It’s hard to pinpoint your focus—whether on that tight ass swallowing you whole, or that pretty face moaning in the mirror when you keep pounding, that tight ass that jiggles so hypnotically with your hips. 

"God, this fucking ass, Yujin. So tight, so fucking tight," you mutter, struggling to contain yourself while you ram your cock without pause, knowing full well how desperately Yujin wants this—needs this. 

She keeps herself perfectly bent over while you pound away, using the grip on her hips to pull her right back onto your cock, fully hilted every single time. 

"So good, so fucking good—" Yujin never stops moaning out her satisfaction, loud and proud when you bottom out, her entire body jolted from being fucked so deep. Every rough thrust gets her ass pushing right back into your hips, cheeks smacking deliciously loud, meeting your rhythm just perfectly. "Daddy's big cock inside my tight little asshole feels so fucking good, keep going, deeper, god, fuck me, fuck me—"

You're not letting up with how hard you're going—cock slamming in as hard as her tight hole will let you, not settling for anything less than being balls fucking deep. The way her oily cheeks bounce and smack up against your hips is all too intoxicating, even moreso when you hold onto them and guide yourself straight into her warm, welcoming asshole, before delivering her ass a powerful smack just to watch that flesh ripple from the impact.

“Fucking brat, always needing your ass pounded,” you growl, giving her cheeks the attention they so desperately crave. 

She's groaning and whimpering so beautifully at how you're fucking her deep, clutching the counter with a white knuckle grip when you give her ass another harsh slap, one that echoes throughout the entire bathroom. 

"Fuck, daddy, just like that. Spank my ass, smack it hard, fucking punish me—" It’s not what Yujin deserves, but you’ll give in for your own selfish needs regardless. 

Making this ass so fucking red—to show who this delicious ass truly belongs to, that's the ultimate goal. Squeezing tight on each cheek, you smack it even harder, as your palm crashes down without pause to get the sting just right. She just whimpers, begging for more while you drill her asshole, one strike after the other, never hitting the same spot more than once. 

"Fucking—" 

You feel her ass tightening each time a spank connects, only urging you to hit that tender flesh harder, so loud and obscene the sound that echoes against the walls when you hammer into her at your hardest. 

"Brat—"

The words sound different after each harsh, merciless strike, your hand marking every spot, all around her gorgeous ass to watch the redness grow. "Fucking spoiled little—"

There’s nothing but pleasure in her eyes as you catch the reflection, pounding into her ass with everything you've got, each thrust ending with a harsh slap to those wet cheeks—and still, she wants more. She gets so loud, those constant cries begging for you to never let up. You don’t dare even think about doing so, using all the strength you can muster to punish that ass how it deserves, a pretty shade of red that never fades, a hand relentless against her soft, bouncy cheeks,

She's so vocal, always encouraging more, demanding even. You can’t deny the pleasure in taking her like this, absolutely destroying her, cock filled to the hilt and slamming her into the counter. But it’s never enough, no, not for Yujin, the way she’s rubbing at her clit so greedily in between all this, just desperate for anything else you’ll give her. 

So while you've got this beautiful view of her tight, flawless ass and perfect curves while you fuck her senseless, you take full advantage of that, getting a tight grip on her pigtails, yanking them back while burying your cock in deep. 

It's everything. Pulling Yujin back with every harsh tug, her ass gets so unbelievably tight and warm wrapped around your stiff shaft, whenever you get as deep as you can fit. The harder you tug on those makeshift handles, the harder she loses control. The ragged moans, the broken curses, the desperate whimpers for more only encourage every moment of this.

"Daddy's big cock, so deep inside my asshole. Can't even handle it—you're fucking me so well, fucking my ass so hard I can't even think straight. I need this so fucking bad, daddy, fuck—“ 

God, the feeling is mutual.

Your thrusts pick up the pace, almost punishing as you keep this up, keep her ass stretched out on your cock. Yujin takes it all like it’s nothing, watching herself get fucked so hard and deep whenever you shove every last inch inside her greedy asshole. Each thrust forces her against the counter, fingernails scraping against the surface, breaths getting more uneven, uncoordinated while you pull her pigtails, not even caring about anything else. 

"Don't stop, please don’t stop, daddy. My ass feels so good with your cock pounding it, so fucking full, god, please—fucking wreck my tight little asshole," she whimpers, somehow growing impossibly tighter. 

She’s bent over at such a ridiculously obscene angle, and your throbbing cock buries so deep with your fingers tangled up in these cute pigtails, hips refusing to do anything but pound furiously. You can see that blissed-out expression whenever you look up, whenever you give a harsh little tug that sends Yujin reeling, tightening even more around you. There’s no better view than this, watching your shaft impale between these reddened cheeks, tits bouncing in the reflection, such a sinful body dripping with oil.  

"You're so tight, Yujin, god, I love this ass, fuck—"

The urge to just absolutely destroy her hits strong, and she welcomes it in the way her snug little asshole clenches harder the longer you keep on ravishing her. You get such a forceful grip on both those pigtails and use them to guide Yujin back, slamming into her as deep as possible, the harsh slap of skin on skin almost deafening. 

"Daddy's pounding me so hard, pulling my hair, fucking my asshole like it's a goddamn toy. Use me, use this greedy little anal slut. Fuck me, fuck me like this, fuck me until you need to cum—"

You're so caught up in pummeling Yujin's tight asshole that you hardly notice the wetness that suddenly gushes out between her legs, this intense mess between her legs and the bathroom tile. 

That doesn't stop you though from giving your all and driving every inch in, even as her thighs quiver and her whole body shakes. These constant whimpers and cries for more only fuel the power in your hips. “Your tight asshole feels so damn good, squeezing me so fucking much, god—I love opening your ass up so fucking much.”

That’s when you get one more harsh tug on those pigtails before returning your hands to their rightful place on those wide hips, pounding into this little stretched hole like never before. 

"Fuck—yes, daddy, oh my god, yes," she stammers through her heavy breaths, body nearly collapsing if not for you holding her hips tightly in place. She's a sticky mess, all this wetness spread across her thighs while you watch her lose it in the mirror, lips parted to voice how good you’re giving it to her. 

You aren't letting up. No chance at this point when you're positioned so deep, slamming that tight hole and watching as her lips curl from each moan, the way she grips desperately on anything she can get her hands on, fingers latching onto nothing in the end. Her pigtails bounce with your rhythm, but all you can focus on is keeping your cock nestled so deep, grabbing Yujin tight and fucking her as roughly as she demands.

One more set of relentless slaps to that beautiful backside and you can't hold on any more—reaching the point where you've been fighting yourself, Yujin's ass so fucking good on your cock. 

So close when you fuck her without mercy, with everything you have left, impaling her asshole the way she begs, pleads for more, keeping up this momentum until all the way to the finish line. And once your length slides out, you get a glimpse of your masterpiece: that tight, stretched open asshole, left gaping for a moment while you give yourself enough room. 

Yujin is already positioning herself perfectly on her knees, head tilted back just right. She opens her mouth so eagerly, tongue out and waiting, licking at your balls to finish you off. "Need you to cum, need that hot fucking load. Make a mess all over me, cover me, paint my pretty fucking face—"

That's enough to get you far past the point of no return, Yujin looking so sinfully gorgeous, ready for her reward. 

The last few strokes are when her tongue slides out a bit more, still lashing at your heavy sack while you pump yourself to completion. And her stunning face is more than enough motivation to finish, but the way her body looks, this deadly combination of sweat and massage oil, shimmering in the light in tandem with the seductive little look she throws—

"Yujin, fuck—" 

You hardly have enough time to get the words out before you’re unloading all over her face. Hot cum leaves the tip of your cock in thick streaks, landing perfectly on one cheek, the next right into her hungry mouth, painting her tongue a creamy white. 

She doesn't flinch or shy away, a pleased smile spreading across her lips while you coat them so thoroughly, two shots hitting her forehead and an extra thick one streaking on her nose. It's massive, a huge load that leaves Yujin absolutely dripping in cum, mouth open for you to cover the rest of her tongue while you jerk yourself furiously to finish, left in a hot, sticky mess once you've given her what she deserves. 

"I look so pretty when daddy covers me with his cum, don’t I? Feels so warm, so thick…” Yujin can’t help but smile through her cum-stained features when the weight of your climax clings to her. 

It leaves the slightest shudder across your body when her tongue slides back and forth, ensuring everything's licked clean. She seals her lips tight down to your base one last time, fingertips playing with your balls to make sure there’s nothing left to drain. Then she’s kissing your length, showing off how happy she is to be such a fucking mess, those lips coated thick in white cum on your swollen tip. "And so fucking delicious. I think I'm far too spoiled with your load, daddy."

"Pretty sure it's the other way around, with how good your ass felt," you tell her, still twitching every time her lips meet your sensitive cockhead, admiring just how beautiful she looks covered in you. 

Yujin just runs her fingertips through the creamy strands that slowly drip, keeping eye contact while she brings them right to her lips, tongue out to have just one more taste. 

"Poor Wonyoungie all left out—let me get a few pictures to send, then I'm all yours again," she promises, tapping a few buttons to send the shot she snaps, her screen showing just how much you decorated her pretty face. She tosses it aside, eager to pick right up where she left off, starting the running water for this massive bathtub the two of you can fit perfectly in that's going to feel so good. 

✦ ✦

Fresh sheets, clean bodies, and then you're raiding the fridge for something to eat, wrapped up in comfy bathrobes. "Mint chocolate chip—or black cherry sorbet?” Yujin asks with the freezer door open wide, taking inventory to decide the winner. 

"Princess won't be happy we ate the last mintcho, and you know she doesn't even care about the black cherry."

"We can't always make decisions based on what she prefers, that's how she ends up so spoiled."

"We?" you joke back, eyeing her from the side, making it all too obvious who the main culprit of the situation is. 

"Yes—we," Yujin repeats with an accusing, yet playful tone, raising her brow. "As if you don't spoil her every chance you can get too, daddy. So don't even start." 

Nothing can defend against that, or the way Yujin giggles, putting the tub of black cherry on the counter and shutting the freezer. "You must be forgetting how often I find her in your room, panties stuffed in her mouth with a vibrator against her cunt."

Yujin's cheeks get a touch redder when she digs out two spoons from the utensils drawer, handing one your way, twisting the ice cream lid off before sitting right down in your lap. 

“Okay, fine—we're both guilty of spoiling the little brat." 

Without any argument left, Yujin scoops a spoonful, scraping along the edge before she brings it to your mouth, kissing you right after. "Only because she'll be so insufferable if we don't, so we've picked our poison."

You can't exactly deny that, but that doesn't mean you have to like it, digging your own spoon into the tub of black cherry and enjoying a big bite. 

"She'll survive without getting her way for one night." 

"Don't be so sure. Ice cream is one thing," Yujin muses, already digging her spoon in again, taking a mouthful down without sharing this time. "But that cock of yours, she won't last ten minutes without it buried inside her, you know."

"That's what handcuffs are for," you laugh, thinking about how easy it would be, tying her limbs to the bedposts while Yujin takes whatever she wants from you.

"Don't be mean, daddy. Wonyoungie’s been good lately, let's not deprive her too much. Save the handcuffs for next time when you fuck her brains out after she gets back."

Again, she's not wrong—about any of it, but you don't have any more time to think about it when Yujin makes a show of licking her spoon clean, slow and suggestive with the tip sliding along her bottom lip. She isn't as subtle as she thinks, using a finger to dip into the tub before doing the same thing again, sliding that finger into her mouth to suck so lewdly. 

"I'm not sure what tastes better right now: you or the sorbet. Both are so sweet, so sticky and creamy…" 

"Yujin, please. Can I not eat ice cream without you being such a slut?"

"Hey—you like me being a slut. It's not my fault I can't stop thinking about licking this ice cream off your thick cock. Bet it would taste so fucking good." 

"Think you need another shower. A cold one, without me this time," you say with a roll of your eyes, scooping up the last big bite of ice cream to finish it off.

"I think I need more dick," Yujin says back, so casually. She's even far less subtle when shifting her body, robe riding up along her thighs. "Ice cream, and then daddy's cream filling me up..."

You hardly have a response to something so shameless. No point even trying to, not when she's still at it, sliding a finger in whatever leftover melted ice cream is left inside the tub, then bringing it back to your lips to suck clean. And you do without hesitation, cleaning up the sweetness on her finger, taking the entire thing in between your lips—but then your teeth bite down firmly, hard enough for it to almost hurt.

"Now who's being a brat, daddy?" Yujin chuckles, withdrawing the digit so suddenly, taking the incentive to get off your lap and toss the container away. 

“Learned from the best."

The fun moves to the couch with both of you horizontal in a tangle, Yujin on top in a lazy straddle. It's anything but innocent when her hands work beneath the fluffy bathrobe to feel up your chest, fingertips dancing along wherever she pleases while her lips stay locked on yours.

"Daddy looks so sexy in this robe—almost as much as when there's nothing covering you at all," Yujin murmurs, not afraid to leave a big lipstick stain on your cheek that she runs over with her thumb to smear. It's when she gets a bit adventurous, finding the belt to loosen it ever so slightly, wanting what's underneath. "Shame there's more covering you than there needs to…” 

"Jesus, Yujin. How are you even more insatiable than usual?” 

Yujin is nothing but smiles and giggles. "Do I need a reason? You love that about me, daddy. Don't act like you aren't the exact same. Besides—Wonyoung won't be home for a while, plenty more fun to get into while it's just us." 

"Pounding your ass in the bathroom wasn't enough for you? And then a huge load all over your face?"

"Daddy, of course not. I thought that was obvious by now—one huge load in my hungry little pussy barely does anything to satisfy me," Yujin says so brazenly, the look on her face like she's offended for having to explain it. 

"You're an absolute brat. What would you do without me?"

"Definitely not get fucked nearly as well. All the toys in the world couldn't compare to that amazing cock. None of them can cum inside me like you can, either."

"Is that all I'm good for? Filling you with my load? Nothing else?"

"Yep. Nothing else, daddy.” 

She giggles with this wicked little grin that forms on her lips while she opens your robe wide, exposing all the skin she could hope for. A few bites along your chest, a couple playful little licks, then her hand slips lower. Grazing across your abs, she moves lower even until gets exactly what she wants—your cock wrapped up in her grip, stroking you nice and slow.

"God, daddy—just look at this perfect, thick cock, making me drool all over. Been inside me everywhere, in my mouth, filling my tight asshole, there's nowhere I haven't been stretched open by this."

"I think you're just as spoiled as our little princess. Maybe even worse."

"You're the same, daddy. Couldn't be happier to let me sit on your cock as much as I want. Always needing my mouth on you too, how many pairs of my panties have you ripped off me now? Some of those were my favorite, you know."

"Can you blame me for being impatient? When your body looks like this? When your pussy feels as amazing as yours does?"

"Guess we're both obsessed," Yujin says, extending her smile with her fist tightening around you while she pumps up and down, stroking faster. "All that time spent studying when daddy couldn't breed me... I know you enjoyed fucking Wonyoung all you wanted when I wasn't around. How many times did you pump her tight little cunt full of cum, or paint her pretty face?"

"Not enough," you say without hesitation. Yujin lets out this little huff in reply, tugging a few times hard to pull that extra grunt from your lips. "It's not as fun pounding her ass if you're not here for her to eat out at the same time."

"Fuck," Yujin whispers under her breath. "Nothing is better than that slut eating my pussy while you're destroying her ass. Watching you empty your balls inside that perfect, round little bubble butt and seeing how much cum I get to lick out of her gaping, creampied little asshole—“

"You're getting me so hard just thinking about it."

"Good, that's the point. Keep thinking about it. How she's on all fours, choking on your fat cock while I’m devouring your cum out of her ass.“

"Yujin—"

"Yes, daddy?"

"Get up here already. Need that fat fucking ass down on my face." 

Yujin wastes no time, obeying with a grin spreading across her lips, so happy to oblige in an instant. Slowly, she removes her robe, one hand first loosening the belt around her waist, then a casual drop off her shoulders. All revealed in a single motion.

You don't move an inch while waiting with growing anticipation, and soon her back is to you, those deadly curves in plain view, ass hovering above, right where you need it so desperately. She only hesitates for a moment before lowering her plump cheeks down, with you pulling her hips the rest of the way. Then you have exactly what you crave, teasing that puckered hole with a quick flick of your tongue. "This ass, Yujin—this perfect fucking ass."

Not even a chance for any response as your tongue buries in that tight little hole, a low moan from Yujin quickly following suit. She grinds against your face to make your work a little easier, her warm, soft cheeks pressed down, taking full control so she can ride that hot breath.

“I think daddy’s more insatiable than any of us. Can’t go a day without having me sit on that cute face,” Yujin says, this sultry groan of satisfaction slipping between her lips the more you slide your tongue in. And you’re not going to deny any of that. 

Your fingers dig into her soft cheeks when she's so perfectly at your mouth, tongue so deep inside the rim of her ass so you can swirl all along that sensitive hole, give whatever she craves. Her movements slow only for the second needed to grab your cock, aching and throbbing, fingers around your shaft with a firm grasp. She starts stroking you gently, using that same rhythm she's riding your face with.

“F-fuck, love that tongue, daddy,” she groans, and the faster Yujin pumps, the rougher you tongue that tight hole of hers, drinking in those heavenly sounds that escape. “Love when daddy eats my ass like this, when he gets all greedy…” 

And the way she whimpers when you lick a little slower, more deliberately to tease your tongue across her puckered hole, gives you plenty of motivation to draw this all out. Yujin gets lost so easily in the pleasure when her entire body reacts, really trying her hardest to trap you beneath her ass.

"Just like that, don't fucking stop," she pleads, rocking harder onto your mouth when you burrow deep, and both her talented hands travel the full length of your dick, thumb circling the swollen tip, spreading precum everywhere. "How many times can I milk you today and have you still be rock fucking hard, daddy?"

"As many times as you fucking want," you mutter, tongue swirling faster, sliding up and down, and you can't even begin to contain how ravenous you are while she works your cock. One pump, another, your dick throbbing between her magical fingers. "Doesn't matter how many times if I can get my tongue deep in your pretty little asshole."

"Fuck, you're so obsessed, you know that, daddy? So obsessed," Yujin breathes out, strokes picking up a bit while getting a hand on your balls, cupping them, playing and tugging with them gently. 

"Like you can talk—"

"At least I can admit I can't go a day without your dick inside me."

"Needy little slut."

"Says the one who needed to beg to get their tongue in my asshole,” Yujin says, all smug in tone. You’re not really in any position to argue when you have her sitting right on your face, your tongue buried between those cheeks. Regardless, it gets you exactly what you want—those sinful sounds, Yujin moaning, trembling atop your face so shamelessly.

"Don't hear you telling me to stop," you say between quick, short strokes of your tongue. Yujin only lets out a desperate little whimper of confirmation, tugging on your balls a bit firmer, playing with them so deliciously between her fingertips.

“Only because you’re f-fuck—so good at it.” 

That's your cue to double your efforts, going in with everything you can. Your tongue laps at her saliva-drenched entrance, making her shudder so desperately with every swirl, yanking out all these moans with every flick. 

Yujin doesn't have anything else to say, the silence broken only by a loud, satisfied moan whenever your tongue plunges deep, those delicious cheeks suffocating you when they crash down onto your face. She’s just falling apart by the second, hardly able to do much but play with your balls and tease a single finger up your shaft as she moans shamelessly, head hung back, hips rocking harder against your mouth. 

"God, daddy, you’re so good—fuck, so good at this. Love how obsessed you are, so needy for me," she whines, eyes squeezed shut, just letting everything spill from her mouth. "But you're so hard now, that cock needs to be in me, I need it, fuck—"

Yujin pleads so sweetly, lifting up with only enough time to keep your tongue right on her the moment she moves. You watch the entire time she slides down your body, reaching the spot just above your hips where she ends up, ass in the air when she lines you up. "Daddy doesn’t need to do a thing. Let me fuck that perfect dick while you relax and enjoy my wet little cunt."

Hardly anything to complain about there. Yujin immediately squats down and reaches underneath to grab hold of your throbbing length, angling just right, teasing the tip up against her slick folds. 

You let her handle the rest, and get two deep handfuls of that perfect fucking ass while she takes your entire length without struggle. These content sighs leave her throat the second you're balls deep, when your cock gets swallowed by that heavenly warmth. She's so tight no matter what entrance, lifting up that immaculate body, so she can sink back down entirely to the base and consume you in that wonderful, wet heat. 

"Shit, Yujin, feels so good, so fucking good, god," you groan out, losing yourself in how tight her warm little cunt is, those wide hips already in motion. Her hands get a firm grip on your thighs, using them for support when she gets so deliciously deep off the bat, ass bouncing so perfectly for your own benefit. 

“Needed this so bad," Yujin gasps, words pouring from her lips without even thinking. "This thick dick in me, pounding my needy little cunt. I’m obsessed, obsessed with your cock, just like you’re obsessed with my ass, my tight cunt—my pretty face that you love covering. How good is it, daddy?"

“So fucking good, Yujin—fuck, baby. Love watching you fuck me like a desperate little cock slut.” She picks up speed and looks over her shoulder, right into your eyes, mouth hanging open with these desperate little moans as your gaze travels down to those slick, pussy lips that grip so impossibly tight, demanding you stay inside.

"Like I could do anything but bounce on your thick fucking cock, god, I can’t get enough of feeling daddy so deep."

And this look she gets, this hunger that reflects in her eyes confirms it. The way Yujin rolls her hips, slamming so deep and  sinking as far down as she possibly can—it all makes you throb so hard when she comes crashing down, hot flesh on hot flesh so goddamn loud. Her moans turn up a level when you palm those soft cheeks, slapping away when they bounce, digging your fingers deep into the flesh to get even more reactions out of her. 

It's all so careless the way she rides your cock, and it doesn't take long before she's getting all sweaty again, perspiration that glistens on her lower back with how she fucks you harder, dropping those perfect, rippling cheeks all the way down. Another heavy slap to her ass makes her cunt tighten even more, and Yujin only impales herself harder, digging her nails into your thighs, a little pain only adding to the pleasure as your cock slides through that slippery heat.

"Gonna ride daddy until he fills me up, until those balls are so fucking empty. You're only allowed to breed me today—that little whore Wonyoung doesn't get anything.” 

There's a hint of jealousy in her voice that’s mixed with her demands, like she's using your body to release the frustrations of how Wonyoung has been dominating your attention lately. And you're more than happy to comply. To enjoy the vigorous way Yujin impales herself on your cock, the way she can’t do anything but throw herself on you even harder, crashing down, thighs so obscenely spread out on either side to give the perfect view of every inch that gets buried inside. 

"Fuck, can't get enough, can't ever get enough. Daddy’s cock is so perfect, gonna fuck you until I cum, until I cum so hard—and then you're gonna fill me, aren’t you? Fill my cunt so deep, you’re gonna breed me over and over,” Yujin says, like it’s your only purpose to do just that. 

Her body is always in motion, the rhythm of her hips never one to yield for anything as Yujin rides you so hard you can hardly breathe. Left behind is a slick, dripping mess that leaks down your shaft when she lifts up, only to slam down hard as she can, balls deep, every last inch inside. 

"Almost there, almost fucking there," Yujin gasps out, and so are you, that familiar swelling in your balls, ready to unload right after she does. "Shit, daddy, oh god, I'm gonna fucking—“

Her body finishes the rest of the sentence at the end of one satisfying bounce—and then she's clenching violently all around your shaft while she fucks herself right over the edge. She gushes with almost enough force to slip out, but her weight is pressed all the way down, thighs trembling, body shaking, moaning even louder when her orgasm tears through her entire body. 

It hits hard—harder than it should with that pretty face twisted up in bliss. But Yujin keeps bouncing, the lewdest little noises spilling out so much like the slick that coats your shaft. 

"Daddy, fuck, oh my god, daddy—" Yujin gasps out when she slams her hips down again and again, each bounce in your lap not letting up, her greedy cunt getting so unbearably tight around your cock.

Her walls continue clenching, almost begging for you to spill right then and there. She's slowing herself down just enough to let you savor how those swollen pussy lips spread around your length, how goddamn wet they've gotten, so eager to milk another load. Yujin rides it all out, these constant bounces that are anything but gentle, and then her hips lift up enough for you to slip out—

There's an emptiness in an instant, one that doesn’t last long when Yujin shifts her weight around to face you, all her arousal coating your aching length. She sits right back down, sinking back down with that insane grip before your next breath, your cock right back inside where it belongs. 

"Need to see daddy’s face when he breeds me. Need that load pumped as far as it can go in my fucking cunt,” Yujin demands, and god, she looks like a beautiful mess, this strain in her voice that makes her sound so goddamn sexy. It only gets you closer to the edge, having that gaze locked on you while she rests her palms on your chest, hips picking right where they left off. 

Then she's bouncing so quickly on your cock, riding with purpose, tits bouncing in sync as your cock has no choice but to submit to her body. 

 "Give it to me—give it all, daddy. Need to make your big cock explode inside my little pussy," Yujin says, breath hitching from how frantic she drives her hips down. "Need to milk all that fucking cum out, wanna feel it so fucking deep."

"Shit, Yujin, you're so—fuck," is all you can say, a mess of words just pouring out, because no matter how many times you fuck this cock hungry little brat, she still pulls all this out of you. "Addicted little fucking slut so greedy for my cum."

“Shut up and breed me, daddy. Breed this desperate fucking slut, please, let me have it, let me feel this thick fucking cock pumping everything in me, fuck—“ 

Despite her climax moments ago, Yujin doesn’t know the meaning of fatigue, and continues riding with fervor, focused so intently on milking your cock. You’re there just waiting for the inevitable, watching the sweat on her body, the bliss on her face when she lifts up before crashing back down. The hot sounds of your bodies colliding play on repeat, with Yujin so wet that your cock slips out by accident, meeting the chill of the air before it disappears all in a second into that heavenly warmth again.

"So fucking deep, daddy’s so, so deep, god," Yujin moans out between these frantic bounces that you can hardly keep up with. Nothing could stop how you throb, your cock swollen and aching and just there on the edge, so sensitive to every movement. "Nothing better than getting bred by daddy's big cock, nothing better but being a fucking cum dump—"

If that wasn't enough to do you in, it's the way Yujin leans in to lick the side of your neck, moaning right in your ear while your body starts to shudder. Then there's a delicate hand that reaches up and wraps around your throat, giving a firm squeeze—that definitely does the rest of the work. 

It's enough to take you all the way. enough for you to let out a loud, guttural moan while your thick mess spills inside her cunt. 

The second Yujin tightens her grip on your throat is what makes you empty like never before, flooding her womb with so, so much. You hold her wrist steady as her greedy cunt milks out everything you have—her hips roll a little more while the tightness from her velvety walls refuses to relent, every violent spurt hers to have.

"Fuck yes, god, just like that, daddy, breed me. Mmh, that's so much filling me up,” Yujin moans right beside your ear, that lustful gaze that keeps your pleasure flowing while all that thick, hot seed unloads without end. You only throb even harder with each clench, her warm cunt so desperate to wring you dry as you pump load after hot load into her. 

You’ve never seen such a satisfied look on Yujin’s face, your balls more than empty, but she’s still bouncing on your cock, rocking those insane hips to do what she can to squeeze a little bit more out. 

“God, Yujin... fucking brat always makes me cum so hard," you say with whatever leftover energy there is left. She’s smiling at that, knowing that everything inside her is all her doing. And even as the grip on your throat relaxes, her pussy isn’t done claiming what belongs to her, these tired little bounces finishing what she started. 

You’re on the verge of collapse, when Yujin leans forward to press a gentle, grateful kiss against your lips. She gets her hands cupping your face as her hips begin to move again, a gradual rise of her ass that lets go inch by inch, until you eventually slip out, leaving your load to start leaking out from her well-fucked cunt. 

"That's all inside me right now. Your thick load leaking from my fucking pussy looks so good, doesn’t it? Daddy did such a good job breeding me, nothing better than being pumped so full—“ 

Yujin is kissing you again, slower this time, taking the time to plant her lips on any part of your face she can get, the lingering bliss doing wonders for that beautiful glow on her face. She seems as spent as you are, but even then, there’s nothing to keep her still—nothing to stop her as she guides you back in without warning. 

"Jesus, Yujin—" you hiss between gritted teeth when she rolls those fucking hips again, and that slippery, wet warmth returns, your cum acting almost like lube as it mixes in with her juices. Yujin sinks back down on every sensitive inch without pause, forcing out an aching throb and that look on her face gets even more devilish. "God, you're gonna kill me, brat."

"My cum-hungry pussy isn't done just yet, daddy. I can keep going—" But you can’t. And Yujin knows the way she mercilessly bucks her hips with one quick roll, one rough motion that squeezes you from base to tip. "Daddy said I was addicted, so he’s not wrong. My poor little pussy just can’t get enough of being full of that thick fucking cum.” 

Your cock can hardly take any more, not that she would ever have it any other way. “Yujin, p-please—“

"Daddy can't be too sensitive to keep fucking this little cunt. Need those balls to fill up again so I can empty them, so I can see that face again when you breed me one more time, “ Yujin says, not letting up, driving that perfect, dripping cunt all the way down your length. 

"F-fucking brat, too goddamn much, too, ah—" 

All this strain is right in your voice, but all Yujin does is respond with another sinister laugh before slamming that ass down hard in your lap. And with ease, she does it again, sliding off your cock just to slam back in, eager to draw every bit of sensitivity out as possible. 

“Is Yujinnie being too needy for daddy's poor, sensitive cock again? Not my fault this tight pussy gets so desperate to empty those big, heavy balls, just so I can get all that cum inside me…” And to emphasize her point, she squeezes with every word, a fucking vice grip that draws out this broken, pitiful little moan from your throat. "Such an unbearable little slut that I have to beg daddy to use me over and over again."

There's a kiss on your lips that can only be described as indulgent, that takes your mind off how her pussy wants to force another load from you. But in that same moment, her hips start to ease up, the overwhelming stimulation just that tiny bit more bearable.

"Poor daddy. Fine, maybe I'll just stay here with you nice and deep inside me. At least until you're ready to fill me again," Yujin says as she nuzzles her face right up against the side of your neck. And you’ve never been so relieved when her hips finally stop moving. Her hot breath lingers on your skin as you find yourself losing the battle with exhaustion. But then—

"Are you two really fucking without me?" Wonyoung comes back at the worst time, because the second she takes a single step in the door, she gets an eyeful of this entire scene laid out in front of her, where she's barely had time to put the plethora of bags from shopping down.

"You were gone like—a million hours, and we both got a little too needy. Besides, you've been using him nonstop since finals week."

"Hey, that's not true," Wonyoung whines as she saunters over, looking at the current state of how things are and plops down on the couch cushions. "You were busy and daddy wasn't. He didn’t want you to be disturbed, so he fucked me in places you weren't—the parking garage, the dressing room at my favorite store, the campus bathrooms, this little conference room where he pounded me against the window..."

"A conference room? Like one of those with glass walls? How did you even think of that place?"

"It was in that weird old building that nobody uses anymore—but that doesn't matter. There's also the ice cream parlor where he came on my face in the bathroom." 

And while she continues, the list seems to just go on and on, places and situations that seem almost unrealistic were it not for the fact you were right there at every moment. 

"The place where you always get brain freeze but refuse to admit it? That place?" Yujin asks and shakes her head, like it's a completely normal conversation to have while you're still buried inside. 

"I don't get—yes, that place! We went there right after. And daddy held me against the sink and fucked my brains out again. I almost had to walk out of there with cum all over my face because the sink was broken and they were all out of paper towels."

"There was literally a sign that said out of order. It's your fault for ignoring it."

Yujin can't help but laugh. "Idiot."

"I saw it! And it didn't mean I couldn't use it, okay?"

"It's in the name, princess. Out of order. Literally says not working. Literally."

"How was I-I thought it meant the toilets didn't flush or the sinks would drip or something. Not that I can't fucking come in and get bent over and fucked."

Yujin really laughs this time—this audible laugh at the absurdity, like she can't believe how ridiculous the exchange is as Wonyoung sits here all pouty, explaining herself. "There's this thing called common sense. Try using that next time."

"Fuck you, don't be so—" Wonyoung inhales deeply. "What makes you think that's even on my mind when daddy's face is right between my thighs, huh?"

"Of course not. Our princess wouldn't want to hurt her pretty, precious head thinking," Yujin fires back. 

Wonyoung just ignores her and moves on, standing up with her arms crossed. "So now that you're both done and you've ruined the couch again, that means daddy is available again, right?"

"Who said we're done? And the couch isn't even that bad. Don't act like you haven't squirted all over daddy's face on this exact piece of furniture, slut."

"Hey—I, look it's not my fault he makes me cum so fucking hard I practically flood his stupid mouth when he tongues my asshole," Wonyoung protests.

Utterly ridiculous, this exchange. Yujin can't even begin to cover her amusement and giggles while shaking her head again.

"So, like I was saying, do I get daddy now, or not?"

Yujin just looks in your direction, like you have any answer for that question, your body not even able to move the slightest right now. "I think daddy needs to rest for a while before either of us drains his balls again."

Wonyoung clearly doesn’t like that answer, another pout extending on her lips. "Waited all this time to jump on his dick, and it's already fucking spent."

"Let him recharge, you greedy whore," Yujin grins, with a lift of her hips, this empty feeling returning so quickly, almost having gotten used to having your cock deep inside her. "If you're that desperate to get filled, I can go get the strap, the one that shoots loads of fake cum."

"As if that's even the same—ugh, fine," Wonyoung scoffs. "But you're letting me ride your face first. Then we'll see about putting that dumb toy in my ass." 

"Fine by me, slut," Yujin responds, clearly thrilled by the notion, a wider grin showing. "Come join us whenever, daddy. We'll be in the room with the brat screaming."

That's when Wonyoung forgets about the bags left on the floor, tugging her dress up over her head to toss it away as she follows a naked Yujin who already disappears into the hallway.

You just relax back, alone for now. Maybe you'll join them later. For now, rest, recover a little. Maybe a lot—knowing exactly what you’ll walk into with these two, you're gonna need it. 

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250126 MINNIE, 'HER'

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Turnabout

IVE An Yujin x m!reader

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Part 8 of IVED Vanilla Latte

"Such a bed hog, Jang Wonyoung," Yujin grumbles as she peels the blankets back, careful not to disturb when she drapes it over you both and snuggles up against your chest. You share the complaint—it's a wonder how such a petite little thing can occupy so much space. 

"Always the brat that gets what she wants, I guess," you mutter with a sleepy smile, wrapping an arm around Yujin's back as the realization sets in that you're awake.

"Maybe that's the problem. We spoil her too much—fucking cums three times on daddy's fat cock and still steals all the covers."

Can’t exactly argue with that either. Yujin’s already energetic enough to trace circles into your bare chest, while Wonyoung is still in deep slumber, curled up peacefully right by your side. It’s well into the morning, but winter break means late nights and later mornings, plenty of time to sleep in and do absolutely nothing.  

And if that sleep comes with these two tangled up all over you in this spacious bed, cuddled nice and tight under the covers, then there's really not a single thing to complain about.

“Well, good morning, daddy," Yujin says, a bit hoarse, sleepiness still present when she plants a kiss right on your lips. 

"Morning, Yudolph," you reply, making Yujin giggle out instantly when her mouth reaches your neck. She nibbles gently, slow but steady, kissing her way across your exposed skin. And god, how she manages to look so fucking beautiful in the morning is beyond your comprehension. Even bare-faced, Yujin looks effortlessly gorgeous.

Wonyoung is the real sleeper amongst the three of you, even after Yujin kisses her so gently on the forehead to try and wake her up, still out like a light. That doesn't seem to matter, because she takes advantage, still showering you in attention—kisses on your neck that become a bit aggressive, a little more nibbling, a little sucking, teeth grazing against your skin until you can feel the ache where her mark is.

"A little needy this morning, are we?"

Yujin doesn't respond at first, too lost in what she's doing to hear your words as her hands wander a bit south, feeling how your boxers strain around your morning hardness.

"It's not like you can control yourself either," Yujin says, a smirk on her face that pairs with her giggles as a hand slides between your legs to feel your length, palm pressed over it. The warm touch alone has you twitching inside your boxers, groaning under your breath at the sensation. Her hot breath escapes, a tease as she kisses back up to your ear. "Let me take care of this for you—not like our princess will be up for a while."

Tempting, for sure, but you can't give in just yet. Instead, you give a little slap to her tight, plump ass that catches her off-guard, gasping louder than expected. 

"Not yet. Need some coffee first." 

The look that you get in return is every bit offended at being denied, Yujin with this adorable little pout that's so rare to see her sporting, cheeks all puffed out, such cuteness that nearly makes you reconsider. Yet, somehow, you hold strong and toss your side of the sheets right off, standing up to head towards the bathroom to wash up.

Following like a lost puppy, Yujin trails after you, kissing you from behind like she thinks it'll make you change your mind. She's nowhere near subtle enough about her intentions, arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as she pecks her way along your shoulders and upper back.

"But daddy—" Yujin whines, continuing her little display of affection as she attempts to bribe you with another plethora of kisses all over your neck, refusing to let you slip away. The bathroom mirror is large enough to let you observe the cute sight of her holding on, peppering wherever she can with those soft, delectable lips. 

But you silence any further protest when turning around to press your lips to hers, a tender kiss that lasts for longer than she deserves. 

"Coffee," you repeat, and this time she doesn't question.

From the moment you pour coffee beans to grind to the second it starts brewing, Yujin is right behind you, hardly separating from you for even a breath. Not that you ever would mind the company. Nor how little of her is covered up, this silky pink robe she managed to slip on the way, mostly unbuttoned, breasts spilling out, dark underwear on full display as well as those deadly hips paired with that amazing ass. 

"You know, coffee takes a long time," Yujin murmurs, nuzzling her face up against the crook of your neck.

"That's what makes it good, though," you respond, not falling for those cute little antics. But still, she feels impossible to resist, especially when her hand wanders along your abdomen, no longer subtle when she reaches between your legs to cup a nice handful of your bulge through your boxers. 

"We have time..." Yujin sighs, her hot breath lingering around your neck when she slides into the fabric of your underwear to get a better grip around you. The pressure is just enough, fingers wrapped tight, slow strokes from base to tip that coax you into full erection. "All the time in the world, don't we, daddy?" 

"Spoiled brat," you say, but can hardly let out little else when those lips latch on your neck, and a hand glides up and down your sensitive, throbbing shaft. 

"It's not spoiling me if you enjoy it too, right? So why won't you play with me a bit, daddy?" she questions, guiding you further into her spell, slipping out of your boxers so she can turn you around and continue to give her full, undivided attention. There's only so long until the temptation overtakes you, sweetening the pot by unbuttoning her robe, no hesitation to slide it off her shoulders, exposing her devilish body with ease. The soft bounce of those tits is practically hypnotic, and her pretty nipples perk up before your very eyes.

One more deep, heavy kiss has the answer already coming out of your mouth, cupping Yujin's perfect ass into each of your hands and lifting her right off her feet. Because how can anyone ever say no to a sight like this in front of them? 

She’s more than happy to cling to you, arms looped behind your shoulders, those heavenly thighs wrapped so tightly around your waist as you carry her the short distance onto the kitchen counter, right next to the coffee machine.

"Fine, you win. Impatient little slut,” you manage out between hot, heavy kisses. Fuck the coffee and fuck her for looking this irresistible so early. You're not sure who the real needy one is here—Yujin for seducing you so easily, or you for falling for it so fast. 

There’s never an angel on your shoulder when she’s around—only a devil convincing you to go with whatever the hell she demands. 

"Don't act like you can ever resist me," Yujin continues, legs so tight around your waist to prove that point. It's only when you get your fingertips into those panties and tug them down, trying to maneuver them past her thighs, does she have to let go for a split second, before returning herself to you the moment they're out of your way. 

"Never could, never will." With her pussy exposed and dripping wet for you, it's only natural to slide a finger or two, the warmth and ease you can glide into her tells plenty, how she’s ready for the real thing. It's her who frees your aching cock next as she moves the fabric of your underwear down enough to nudge your shaft at her entrance, slowly pumping up and down. 

“So fucking spoiled…” 

“Me, or you?” she laughs, scooting herself to the very edge so she can align you with her wet slit. The rest is up to you—and you don’t dare disappoint, the swollen head of your cock parting her folds, that velvety wet heat welcoming you right in one fluid stroke of your hips.

“Fuck—“ 

That feeling—god, the instant relief you get with that first thrust, your cock fitting so well inside Yujin as she stretches around you, there’s nothing like it. No matter how many times you've been inside her, the wet tightness of her cunt gives instant gratification, even when she’s desperately trying to get you to move by locking her legs so tight, heels pressing into your back.

"Tight little slut, always so needy for me," you growl, only to be met with that devious smile from Yujin, not arguing any of it. 

She's so wet, so warm, slick arousal covering your shaft whenever you enter her with ease, defiling the kitchen counter like you have so many times before. And those eyes, the way they meet yours whenever you drive your hips, that fucking look of pure lust just makes you go all in, wanting more of that desperation that she can't hide, like she can't handle how good it feels. 

“Can you really blame me? When you stretch me out like this? Oh, daddy's so—so, oh fuck," Yujin struggles to say, bare ass on the cold countertop as you work your shaft so deep in, keeping yourself buried. It's not that hard to shut her up like this, feel how she tightens from the sudden impact of your bodies crashing, how she sighs heavily and throws her head back when you impale that greedy little hole again.

"So, what? Come on, tell me, baby—" you taunt, slamming in again before slowing to a stop just as she's about to speak, getting a frustrated groan when you refuse to start moving again, not letting her take any control over this.

"P-please, so fuck—so, so fucking deep inside my pussy, daddy, right up into my guts, so—god," Yujin cuts off once again when you pull out and drive into her tight, slippery depths. “Ruin me, make me forget my name, fuck, your cock is so good—“ 

Her legs tighten around you as the next plunge hits just right, a gasp flying right out when that warm cunt swallows every inch back in, begging for more. You can see every little reaction on her blissed-out features when you pick up the pace, hear the sweet sounds of Yujin's desperate moans ringing throughout the kitchen.

“So fucking tight, god, Yujin, can barely fit this fucking cock in your pussy,” you grunt, watching her try to form a coherent thought while you plow her so deep. She’s moaning so shamelessly, right next to the coffee, spread out so lewdly across the countertop. 

"Give it to me, daddy, harder—" Yujin begs, and doesn't need to explain the next sentence, fingers digging into the back of your neck, bringing both of your faces closer and kissing you between her moans. She's relentless in the way she squeezes your cock, so tight and warm with every smack of your body against hers, hot flesh on hot flesh loud and unmistakable in the otherwise silent room. "Fucking use me like the little cumslut I am, fill me up—god, daddy, need your hot load, drain those heavy fucking balls in me." 

Every bit of her pussy squeezes tightly around your length when you draw back, leaving just your swollen tip sheathed inside before thrusting right back into her, repeating that same motion that gets all these desperate moans out of her lips. 

“That what you want? To dump a load in your tight cunt like I did with Wonyoung when you were gone?" 

That only riles her up even more, that jealousy building, legs hugging tighter like she has no plans to let you out of her grasp. But that’s what gets her wetter, lips claiming your own before pulling off and giving full access to the side of her neck, urging you to dive right in. That’s what you do, mouth finding that delicious bare skin, kissing, licking away, grazing teeth into the sensitive area. Not gentle at all when you begin to suck hard until Yujin whimpers, hard enough you're certain to leave behind marks, the kind that'll stay visible for days and annoy Wonyoung. 

“Daddy—“ 

Yujin tries to return the favor when she clings even tighter, nails leaving scratches down your back as you put every bit of strength in your hips, soaking yourself in her juices when your shaft makes such a mess of her glistening cunt. 

"Love when you fuck me like this, when you use me like you can't control yourself," Yujin barely manages, limbs so tangled around your entire body that it keeps you pulled in, wanting you even deeper with each thrust. You hear the strain in her voice, almost huskier, heavy and thick with arousal, your hips sparing no energy. 

"My pretty little fuckdoll, is that what you are? This perfect cunt always begging to milk my cock?”

“Y-yes, daddy, just a warm, wet hole for you to dump your heavy load in—“ She's so unbelievably tight with each thrust that sinks all the way into that wonderful, wet heat. Buried balls deep, Yujin squeezes the absolute life out of your cock as you plunge right in over and over. This isn't so much fucking her as using her body, just like she craves, selfishly driving into her without letting up for a second, bodies a sweaty mess as you keep your lips on her. 

"Getting close, make me cum on that cock, come on," Yujin pleads, unable to take much more as you pummel her pussy, slamming your whole weight into her with each pump. "Make me cum daddy, fuck, that's it, use me just like that—"

You don't need any more convincing to not hold anything back, cupping her face in your hands and sealing those lovely moans with your mouth as you pound her aching cunt. Nothing can stop the sheer ecstasy on her face when you're railing her like this, driving yourself into her body so hard into the counter that everything not nailed down bounces around from the impact.

"Gonna cum on that cock, gonna cum so fucking hard," Yujin says with a shudder, locking herself so around your body that there’s no chance of escape, eyes barely able to stay open, toes curling and back arching off the counter. The coffee's done brewing, long forgotten and ignored, but it can't possibly compare to how hot Yujin feels in comparison, so tight and drenched with your hard cock sliding so perfectly inside. She's getting even tighter, nails clawing into your back once again—even when your own rough thrusts don't show an ounce of mercy, these violent snaps of your hips never falter for an instant.

“Then cum on this cock you greedy little slut—“ 

Yujin clamps tight, and the sight alone sends you spiraling—the way her tits are bouncing, a thin layer of sweat covering every bit of her body, cheeks flushed and hair becoming a hot mess, your unrelenting onslaught never losing an ounce of momentum. Then she's cumming so hard, squirming in your arms, mouth hanging open with a final desperate sound when it hits and her face contorts in pleasure, soaked cunt contracting over and over as you pry out a heavy, overwhelming climax.

"D-daddy! Fuck!"

You could watch her gorgeous face like this forever, how her body reacts, every sound she makes, every detail etched into your memory when her juices gush out and soak around your balls, that orgasm hitting so hard, eyes rolling back. She's shaking violently by the end of it, borderline painfully tight around your cock with her face buried in the crook of your neck as she struggles to regain her breath, clutching to you like a lifeline. 

“Love making you cum like that, Yujinnie, love when you make a mess all over me,” you say when Yujin rides it all out to completion, gasping and sighing in between trying to catch her breath. She's nothing but spent when the aftershocks lose steam, nothing but an exhausted mess all tangled up in your arms. 

Absolutely gorgeous that look on her face is, overwhelmed and cheeks still reddened, so lost in bliss, so relaxed when you gently caress her messy hair out of her eyes. 

"Your turn, daddy," Yujin mutters, so out of breath when she crashes lips against yours with a deep, heavy kiss that’s all saliva and tongue. You're already on edge as is, the pressure between your legs ready to burst at any moment as your body goes into full overdrive. "Isn't that what you need right now? Isn't that what you needed the whole time when I woke you up? A nice, thick load in my tight little cunt? Please, wanna feel it drip all out of me…"

And that's what gets your hips moving like no tomorrow—this last little burst of energy when Yujin urges you on, whispers those lewd words of encouragement. It's when she kisses up the side of your cheek, nips your ear, runs a hand over your chest and plays with a nipple that your willpower cracks, slowly pulling out of her to drive right back in that much faster, pounding her tight little cunt without remorse.

"You're so fucking close aren't you, daddy? Need you to unload, need you to fucking breed me. Can feel you fucking throbbing—" 

Yujin’s voice right in your ear, it's everything you need: her desperate cries for your cum, her frantic moans, begging and pleading for it, that's what tips you right over the edge. There's no stopping this. No stopping the way you can't help but fuck her balls fucking deep over and over again, feeling just how tight Yujin clenches around your cock, that constant whine of 'daddy' becoming your undoing.

That flimsy string of self-restraint snaps, one final deep plunge as her walls suffocate your cock, and you grab two handfuls of her plump ass to hold her in place as you unload, a torrent of cum flooding deep inside, thick, white hot seed erupting into Yujin, spreading this satisfying warmth into her welcoming cunt.

Her face, Yujin's pretty fucking face, it's all you can look at when you explode, draining your heavy balls inside her pussy, everything emptied right out. She holds you through it, keeping herself locked in place as your dick pulses and spurts without pause, all that built up pressure emptied into her, not a chance for any to spill out.

"That's it, daddy," Yujin pleads, planting sweet kisses all down the side of your jaw, tracing her tongue across your ear, shuddering when the rest of your load empties inside her. "Fucking breed me, god—all of it, fuck it all deep in me, please—"

The last couple spurts have you twitching violently, right up to the very end, both of your bodies dripping in sweat. Even with Yujin clinging to you so tight, those long legs locked around your waist while her cunt wrings every last drop, you stay buried inside, savoring just how hot and wet she feels. 

"Fuck, god, baby—came so fucking much in you," you manage to utter. letting yourself collapse onto Yujin's sweaty, sticky body. The whole time she strokes your hair, all while being filled to the brim with your thick seed, locked together on this little kitchen counter with no interest in moving

“Daddy always does. Always gives me everything I want. Feels so good inside me, made this pussy so fucking full," Yujin says, resting her head on you, planting one more kiss on your shoulder before getting a good squeeze on your ass.

"That's what you like, right? To get your little pussy all full and messy with cum? See it spilling out, knowing that I filled you, that you made me cum that hard—“ Yujin gives this small nod, and your sensitive cock refuses to leave that sticky warmth you've sunk deep into. Not that she would ever let you, even while her cunt threatens to overflow all over the kitchen counter. 

You just can't get enough of the taste of Yujin when you latch your lips upon her sweaty neck again, leaving behind a trail of tired kisses, licking whatever runs down her hot skin, craving more. And while you both bask in the afterglow, panting heavily, hardly able to catch a moment of recovery, there's the coffee, beckoning, a waft of hot steam that goes ignored this entire time. 

There's a certain look on Yujin's face once you take a break from lapping up her salty sweat and manage to pull away—a satisfied smile when she untangles her limbs, inviting herself off the counter as your length slowly slips out. Immediately, your cum trickles right out the moment she stands, thighs parting, a messy white trail dripping all the way down, practically a work of art. 

"Look at that, love seeing how much you filled me," Yujin says and smirks, hand shooting right between her legs and sliding a finger right inside, cum leaking out even faster. 

"So do I, Yujinnie, love seeing how much cum your pretty little cunt takes. Never looks as good as when it's leaking out." 

Yujin gets those lips on you once again, sharing a long, lingering kiss that leaves your head spinning, hand gripping your sensitive cock as if there’s anything left to drain. "And look at that—coffee's all ready."

As if you still care about that right now, when Yujin is right there, standing so proud with cum leaking down her thighs, a sweaty, gorgeous mess. "Forget the coffee. Rather have you instead. Every morning." 

"Oh, am I better than the coffee, daddy?" Yujin teases, nudging her naked frame so close. 

"Always are."

Falling into one more embrace, the smell of hot coffee right next to you, you can tell you're not in the room alone anymore—

It's Wonyoung's perfume that hits your senses first, her presence known immediately when her heels clack across the floor. As usual, so unfazed by anything as she grabs a travel mug, pouring herself some coffee into it, cream and sugar following after. 

"Oh, good morning. Plenty of coffee left, I see," Wonyoung says, voice so pleasant, warm and bubbly, ignoring everything that she sees happening right before her eyes. There’s silence; neither you nor Yujin say anything in reply, only watching her strut around the kitchen as she grabs a bagel, a fork, and some cream cheese from the fridge. 

And just like that she's out of the kitchen, heading straight back down the hall, not a thing in the world able to take away her cheerfulness right now. "Gonna head out shopping for a few hours—be back later!"

It's rather unusual for Wonyoung not to have anything else to say, not even a single complaint about Yujin's monopolizing of you. Though it's probably best not to question it, especially if it means you get this place all to yourself with no distractions. Nothing to hold you back from indulging on Yujin's absolutely sinful body a little more.

"So—" you start off, almost breaking into a laugh at the very ridiculousness of it all. 

"Shower," Yujin suddenly answers before the question is even fully asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the counter, the mess on the tile floor long forgotten for now. "You're going to fuck me in the shower. And then after that—“

You never get the chance to hear the rest, Yujin not one for finishing her thoughts, looking so good when she walks off like this, all naked, hips swaying, ass jiggling with each step and legs going on for miles, demanding your attention as she leads the way to the bathroom. 

Yeah, maybe a shower sounds great. 

✦ ✦

Once hot water hits your back, you've got Yujin pinned up against the tiles of the shower wall, muscles moving almost on instinct. Your body knows the routine, always going back for more even after draining a thick, heavy load inside this girl. 

Then the shower is all hers, that sexy back to you as you shove two fingers inside, curled in just the right way that hits every spot, making her cum on your digits again and again and again. No remorse, not even when Yujin begs for mercy, barely able to keep herself standing. She's not used to being on this side of overstimulation—it's always the other way around, but the cries that escape sound so perfect, legs shaking violently when she's all spent and worn out, a sticky mess.

Two more orgasms later, you're shampooing her long hair and rubbing some of her fancy body wash all over those long legs that you already miss wrapped around you. 

It's this nice, calm moment when you've gotten her so clean and relaxed, nothing out of her mouth but a reward of sweet little kisses, giggling and laughing while she's busy washing out the shampoo. Like you've somehow tamed the brat out of her—for now.

By the time you're finished with her, all toweled off and fresh, there are no complaints when Yujin crawls in bed next to you, wrapping herself up right in your arms again.

"Nice to have daddy to myself every now and then. Love when you take care of me and spoil me," she says, shifting close. You know the drill, wrapping an arm around her bare back, tracing fingers down her spine before they glide through her tangled locks as her lips stay pulled into that ever-permanent smile. 

"Sometimes it's nice when I don't need to share..." you say, trailing off with a sudden kiss on her lips, the kind that earns a giggle once Yujin is finally done nuzzling up to your neck, taking in your scent that still lingers. 

"Think I should spoil daddy some more today. Made me cum so many times in the shower, even when I thought I couldn't take anymore." 

"Learned from the best, didn't I?"

Yujin gives the cutest grin at that. "What does daddy want, then? Want me to suck you off? Stroke your cock, milk another huge load? " 

"Yeah, all of that sounds good," you answer, pushing yourself up and settling back against the pillows. Yujin's between your legs not even a second after that, flat on her stomach, legs behind her and feet dangling in the air. She's dressed only in this purple little thong, almost naked and perfect as her long hair falls in such a way over her bare, smooth back, eyeing your cock with this giddy grin that can't possibly be wiped away.

"Whatever daddy wants, daddy gets…” Yujin says, and she always makes good on her promises to spoil you. She gets right to work as she caresses your thighs with those magical hands, running them up and down, getting all the blood flowing again. 

Funny enough how she says that, like this isn't also for her, isn't something she needs as much as you. The look of excitement on Yujin’s face, when she grabs onto your shaft, gets you hard just from that alone. All it takes is that simple graze, fingers dancing along every bit of you before you've stiffened up again for her.

"Daddy's big, thick cock—filling my mouth," Yujin mumbles out, drool already forming at the corners of her mouth when she rubs your cock head against her soft lips, kissing it like she can't help herself anymore. You lean back, head in the pile of pillows while she gets comfortable, her ass pointing right into the air, barely covered by this pathetic piece of fabric. She's in utter bliss before even starting, the soles of her feet rubbing against each other, like she's more excited about sucking you off than you are.

Not a moment wasted. A little tease with her tongue as it glides along your length, slicking it all up, before stopping right at the sensitive underside where she's learned your weakness. There's no hiding the way you moan and twitch, your breath hitching every time her tongue laps over the same area, cupping your balls while she flicks repeatedly. 

"So sensitive, even after you came in me," Yujin says, her tongue exploring all the way down to your balls, rolling them around before pressing her lips to kiss them. She's too good at knowing just where to pay extra attention to, where to lick and tease and have you melting into the sheets as her tongue flicks back against the very tip.

There's not a thing you can do about the moan that leaves you while Yujin strokes your whole length, spitting onto your tip again and again, spreading her wet saliva all around. And then she parts those lips, envelops the head of your cock right into the warmth of her mouth, swallowing you whole with no warning.

"Shit, Yujin—god, fuck," you grunt out when her cheeks hollow, lips sealed so tight and bobbing her head up and down so sinfully from the very beginning. Those lips suck and slurp as they slide down the entirety of your shaft, holding for a moment before pushing right back up, tongue lavishing the whole way. She stares so intensely the whole time, this magical eye contact as she takes in every inch, taking you far into the depths of her throat like it's not even the slightest challenge.

"Daddy tastes so good, especially when it's all the way down my throat," Yujin says, pulling away just so she can pepper kisses down your shaft, her hot breath hitting every bit of your saliva-soaked dick. 

Her lips press into the side, following it all the way down your length with one big, wet kiss when she teases until the very bottom. No wasted movements, she takes you back inside her mouth right after, a loud, heavy slurp while she plays with your balls, driving every ounce of pleasure possible out of you when her lips travel back down. 

"You're gonna be the fucking end of me, I swear—" you moan out as Yujin continues to get deep and swallow every inch, her nails grazing across your thighs, using them for leverage while her head bobs with no sign of letting up. She's absolutely shameless with how messy she gets, that lewd sound of your cock going into her throat so prominent, spit covering the entire length as her pace speeds up.

It's too good when she picks things up—Yujin knows exactly where you're weak, just how to push your limits without taking things too far when every movement and slide of her lips has you groaning so desperately.

Then her hands pin your thighs right against the mattress, keeping you from thrusting when the speed quickens even more. Yujin gurgles on your length, humming happily with such pride, devouring your whole cock right to the back of her throat. She goes harder than ever with a rough push all the way down and holding herself there for a moment before working back up, messy spit and loud gags leaving her mouth as she pulls back, a satisfied expression all over her.

"Love choking on daddy's big cock," Yujin says, an eager grin before diving straight back down.

The feeling is mutual, because fuck—all of that feels so good, lips slurping up and down while your heavy cock fills her throat completely. She's fucking relentless, these exaggerated gags in between breaths when she takes in your full length over and over again, switching it up by sucking so gently on your swollen cockhead, using only her lips to push it even further down.

And then it’s an endless loop, that warm, wet tongue that travels all the way down to the base, tracing every vein to get these helpless moans out of you. There's no mercy given, no respite when you're throbbing like crazy, trying your absolute best to not shove her pretty face straight into your crotch. The only alternative is to grab fistfuls of the sheets instead, shutting your eyes for a fleeting moment.

"Nuh-uh," Yujin suddenly says over your sloppy cock, pulling you out of her mouth with a loud, lewd pop, spit glistening the whole length of your shaft as she strokes, a small string falling right off her chin. "Eyes open, daddy."

She's not a woman you want to deny, especially when she's looking so hungry between your legs, lips on your heavy balls and sucking with so much desire. You don't know whether you'll survive this—there's a certain determination on Yujin's face, her tongue lapping at your sack while a hand continues jerking you off, not neglecting any part. 

"Fuck, Yujin—fucking love your mouth," you groan, the sight in front of you becoming too much to handle. 

And even when she's far too skilled to bring you over the edge with these intense, wet slurps that coat your cock in abundant spit, she can’t help but stare the whole time. Like nothing could satisfy her more than watching you, moaning with need when she sucks harder on each of your balls, making sure to give them both equal attention. 

"Then daddy won’t mind me swallowing that delicious cum? Gonna drain these big, heavy balls right down my throat," Yujin says, but that's not going to happen just yet—

Not when her tongue gets to work, ensuring your balls get doused in warm saliva, wrapping her lips around each one for good measure. This slow, torturous moment that she draws out when she licks over every sensitive spot, working you up so perfectly that you're about ready to explode, to coat that face with hot, sticky cum.

She won’t allow any deviation, not when she has your pleasure all mapped up, a perfect plan on how to turn you into a fucking mess with every swipe that slides over your balls one more time. Right on schedule, she dips even lower, and all your senses come alive when her tongue presses into your ass, swirling around slowly, teasing that sensitive area, testing until her tongue pushes all the way inside.

"Yujin—jesus, fuck, oh my god," you groan out almost involuntarily. One hand stays so firm around the head of your cock while she goes deep. Her tongue thrusts in and out of you, each slow movement feeling as wonderful as it was the first time she did this, like she knows exactly where to go when you're so close. Yujin giggles happily to herself, burying her face in deep, tongue exploring your asshole with expert precision as you barely keep yourself together. 

"Nothing daddy likes more than when I eat his ass, right?" And nothing could wipe that smug grin off her face, and damn, she's so right about that when her tongue goes crazy, swirling at your hole, using the tip to plunge in and out, finding all the sensitive nerves. 

It's every bit overwhelming as much as it's satisfying, Yujin getting you even closer to that edge, not even stroking your cock anymore when she's too busy lapping her tongue right inside your ass.

"So good, Yujin, so fucking good," you manage out in the midst of pleasure, squirming when the wetness of her tongue fills you. She gets you so close to where you need, but never pushes you over the edge, her own desire to drive you crazy so evident in how sloppy she gets. Those pretty manicured nails dig into your abdomen to keep you from moving, your cock throbbing, leaking all over. "Getting so close, fuck—" 

And it's such a struggle not to blow right then, this pressure only building more and more. "Yeah? Daddy loves my tongue in his asshole that much? Might make you cum?" 

Yujin doesn’t wait for a response as she plunges so deep, her mouth going straight into overdrive. Her tongue only hits that sensitive area a few more times, before running back all the way to your balls, licking on each one repeatedly while she stares. That is, until her lips are right on your cock again, slowly sliding all the way down to the base, forcing every inch past those pretty lips without a problem.

"Fuck, keep going," you groan, gripping the sheets, desperately needing relief. There's an ache so deep inside that you can't escape, and there's only one person with the power to set it free. "You're gonna make me cum. It's all gonna shoot down your fucking throat, Yujin, right down—"

It's that kind of encouragement she craves, getting a handful of your full balls to fondle and play with while her mouth gives the killing blow. There's no remorse in the way Yujin brings you right up to the peak of pleasure, her mouth so warm, so wet around your entire shaft as she plunges deep down, nose pressed firmly into your crotch.

Then it's all up to you to do the rest when you grab the back of her head and keep her in place.

She watches the whole time as your face contorts and your muscles tense, unable to keep a loud, heavy groan from slipping past your lips when you finally do explode. Shooting right out, that huge thick load spills out as you pump shot after shot right down her throat while she milks it from your balls. 

It's exactly what she wants when you get such a tight grip on her head, keeping her held down your throbbing cock while you flood such a massive load straight down into her hungry throat. 

“Oh my god, fuck, Yujin—“ 

Her lips stay wrapped tight, flushed down to your base as her throat works to get every last drop, always so greedy, eyes watching every moment while she empties your balls, fingers still fondling them the whole time. You just keep those groans going, spilling inside the delicious warmth of Yujin’s tight throat and giving her everything as she gulps down shot after shot of your sticky load. She just keeps this delicate squeeze on your balls ever, drawing more out of them to swallow down. 

You hold her tight, fingers digging into her scalp, long past the point when your orgasm ends and your cock is completely spent. All this time, Yujin looks so pleased, letting you take as much time as you need to pump that load deep into her stomach, throbbing on repeat. Even after you relax your grip, she's slow to pull her mouth off, sucking with such intensity once you finally empty yourself, having nothing left to shoot, drained so expertly.

There's such a thick, creamy mess in her mouth when her lips part to reveal after taking everything from your cock. It doesn't take long before Yujin lets it all pool, playing with it in a little show before gathering it all up in one big mouthful, tilting her head back and swallowing every single bit.

"Made daddy cum so hard, didn't I?" she purrs, almost in triumph, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your chest while you just ride through the high. "So fucking good, especially when you pump all of it right down my throat and I don't have to share any of it."

"You're too fucking good, Yujin—" 

"Insatiable you could say. If your balls had anything left, I'd be sucking you dry again. Daddy won't go a day without being drained and my mouth or pussy full of thick cum."

She falls straight on top of you, nothing in the way when her leg slides right around you, hugging your waist and pulling you close until her warmth surrounds you again. And of course you welcome it, one hand resting right on the small of her back, the other running all through her hair, relishing in the calm.

"You really are spoiled," you say, brushing some loose strands away as Yujin simply snuggles closer. 

"Daddy's spoiled little brat. You wouldn't have it any other way."

----

You don't wake up until later. Head a little clearer, the sleep more than welcome, body rested and well refreshed. Wonyoung still isn't home when you check her room. Neither is Yujin, or at least in your bed, but you find her right in the kitchen once you wander back downstairs.

She doesn't take long to spot you, a wide grin across her face. Her hair is tied up in a messy ponytail, sporting a black tank top and matching gym shorts that show off those toned legs and a lot more as she grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. There's this nice glow to her skin, a little more radiant from what looks like a quick jog outside.

"About time. Missed you, daddy. Princess isn't back yet and you were still out, so I decided to go for a little run."

“Not my fault you wore me out."

"Is that all on me now? All I did was suck your cock just like you asked, like the good girl I am," Yujin argues with the most ridiculous pout you've ever seen. 

"Good? Not sure I'd ever use that word to describe you."

"I'm good when I feel like it. And good at riding you until you blow a nice fat load deep inside my tight pussy—"

"Yeah, you're definitely anything but a good girl."

Yujin doesn't bother hiding the look on her face when you stare, stretching those arms above her head and flexing right in front of you, every inch on perfect display and that toned midriff peeking out when her top rises. "What would you even do if I was obedient? If you couldn't punish me whenever you liked, smacking my ass raw, or fucking my throat to keep me quiet?"

"I'd go find a different roommate, obviously."

A dramatic gasp follows, the kind that makes you both laugh when you step closer to kiss her. "Hey, wait, I'm all sweaty here. Let me go hop into the shower first, I won't take too long."

Not a chance you're waiting for her to do that—especially when you're the one who can easily offer an alternative. "No need when I can, I can clean you up right here."

"Perv," Yujin giggles, already considering your offer. "Daddy likes me all hot and sweaty?" 

No hesitation on her end when she meets your gaze. "We can save water then—so show me what you have in mind instead," Yujin beckons, reaching her hands out and pulling you in by the collar for a lustful kiss. 

"Come on—" You take the lead, grabbing Yujin by the wrist and guiding her along. She knows exactly where you're heading as soon as you turn the corner into the guest bathroom. It's more than enough space to work in once you clear off the sink, sweeping the makeup and skincare all to one side before hoisting Yujin up on the marble counter with no effort at all.

She doesn't wait for any other prompt, pulling off her tank top with your eager hands all over her sweaty body, reveling in her warmth while leaning right in for more of those sloppy, needy kisses, the kind that become her favorite the more riled up she gets. You're too busy ogling her body to be any use though, drinking in the sight of her perky, perfect tits in front of you when your lips separate.

"Keep staring," Yujin insists, as a strong, slender finger tilts your chin up, a far too smug look across her pretty face. 

And you have no problem doing so while she undoes her ponytail, changing the messy, disheveled look into two loose pigtails instead as a mischievous smile pulls at her lips. "Isn't this a better look for me, daddy? Gives you plenty to tug on whenever you fuck my tight little pussy."

"It suits a brat like you—but I already wrecked your cunt. So your ass is mine instead."

Excitement fills her expression right away when Yujin leans back against the mirror, bare tits rising and falling when she notes the raging hard-on that's practically begging for attention through your sweatpants. "Even better. Now go on—clean me up, daddy." 

There's not a moment's delay, giving her body another heated stare as you reach straight down and pull her shorts along her toned legs. They slip off effortlessly, finding Yujin hasn't bothered with panties underneath either. 

Yujin tugs at the hem of your shirt as well, lifting it over your head to get you more comfortable. Then you're running your tongue over her tits, gathering up the beads of sweat as her whole body goes tense under your touch. She's quick to moan as you grope her body, from her abdomen down to her thighs, feeling all the curves and soft, tender skin as her breathing slowly gets heavier.

"And daddy said I was the needy one."

"You are—you want my cock more than anything, every damn day."

"Don't pretend you're complaining, daddy, you like using me way too much to ever get rid of me."

And that's the last thing she says while you draw circles around her nipple, licking up more sweat along the way, this delicious body all yours. Just getting your mouth over her neck makes Yujin shudder, taking your time with each spot you land on—but she has other plans for you, lifting her arms over her head and stretching out for you to indulge.

"I'm so sweaty everywhere... daddy better not miss a single spot."

You wouldn't dream of it. Running kisses up and down her soft skin, you get all your lips over every sensitive area, until you reach where the sweat is most prominent—

Right at her armpit, you kiss her there the second you reach it, Yujin giggling softly when your tongue begins to lash, diving right in. The taste is divine as always, leaving you more than satisfied to lick every single drop up, that natural, delicate aroma just a wonderful bonus that lingers. She's so relaxed while you are anything but. devouring that area, tongue swiping up all that salty sweat like it's your sustenance.

"Mm, daddy loves how I taste, doesn't he? Keep going, love when you pay attention to every part of me—“ That's your plan, to lavish every inch of her gorgeous body. But your focus is kept right here, tongue dragging along every spot of her sweat-doused armpits, swapping between each while she keeps those slender arms raised high for your mouth to get easy access. 

Her giggles become soft sighs with your tongue so sloppy, wet licks turning into hungry slurps, savoring that heavenly taste, with your mouth so busy licking and sucking until there's more saliva than sweat before. Yujin encourages it all, knowing all too well how equally insatiable you can get when you're licking her, taking your time to slobber every area, every sensitive spot that gets such a strong reaction out of her. 

You really can’t get enough, burying your face to keep the scent of Yujin lingering, the taste of her on your tongue. When your lips somehow detach, and you reach a point of satisfaction, you kiss down her chest in search of more sweat to lick up. 

She's all smiles, fingers playing with the strands of your hair while your tongue explores her chest, a layer of sweat right in between her cleavage that's calling your name, your tongue wasting no time in gathering it up. 

"More, daddy. Your mouth, fuck, get my body nice and clean—"

You continue your exploration, getting your mouth all over her stiff nipples and watching her tense up when you give them all the attention they deserve—tracing the swell of each breast before the licking intensifies. It earns the same response from Yujin every single time, desperate little whines when your teeth graze along the nub, flicking it back and forth with each hungry suck, switching between them after.

"Fuck," Yujin curses under her breath, and she steals a wrist to bring your fingers to her mouth as your tongue gets busier. Almost like she's mirroring your motions, her own tongue extends, taking two digits inside to wrap around, lips going a bit wild as she begins to suck. And suck does she ever, almost matching the pace of your mouth, saliva covering your fingers in an instant. But that won't distract you, with your mouth hungrily licking down every bit of her breasts, detouring towards her abdomen. 

"You taste so good, Yujin—god, your entire body tastes so fucking good—" you mutter in between, tracing your tongue slowly down her midriff, kissing along her abs, in between, over every little part until your mouth is right back where it all started. 

"Then I guess I should get all sweaty more often," Yujin suggests, a smirk spreading on her lips that matches how her legs open right up. 

But you're not quite ready to head between her thighs like usual, not having your fill of the rest of Yujin's body as you enjoy the view of her cunt, starved for attention. 

No need to rush either. Your kisses resume down her thighs, each spot receiving just the right amount of your mouth, until you give all that attention to her pretty feet, lifting one of her ankles and laying a gentle kiss onto each. 

"You keep this up and daddy might have to start calling me princess."

That makes you pause, eyes averting from her irresistible body to meet Yujin's mischievous, inviting eyes.

"Absolutely not," is the obvious response you can muster, but it only seems to entertain her more. "One spoiled brat in the house is bad enough."

"Aww, you love when I'm a brat, daddy," Yujin says, feigning disappointment. Her eyes give that little twinkle before her other foot reaches for your chest, teasingly stroking her toes over a nipple. "Fine, no princess. I'll be whatever you need me to be as long as you keep kissing every part of me just like this. Come on, get back to work, daddy." 

Almost on auto-pilot you do, and the bliss gets etched on Yujin’s face right away as you admire this underappreciated part of her body. And this part is perfect like the rest of her, silky soft soles with these delicate high arches and pretty painted nails, black polish sparkling under the bright bathroom light. Everywhere you want to kiss, you do, each individual toe meeting your lips before you suck gently, one at a time, letting your wet saliva cover each before moving on.

"Feels so nice, daddy, just keep sucking my toes,” Yujin says, a heavy sigh escaping the entire time when you do exactly that. 

She loves getting spoiled like this, and you love indulging her in it, the pleasure overtaking her features while you suck away on her pretty pedicured toes, slipping your tongue in the spaces between, not missing a chance to taste anything. 

And you’re just getting started, only slipping her toes from between your lips to focus on her creamy soles, where they feel the softest. An absolute delight on their own, you're not leaving anything without proper attention, dragging your tongue across her arches, the ball of her foot, down to her heel and back up to repeat it all. 

"Daddy's going crazy," Yujin groans when your saliva continues to spill from your mouth, dripping all across her feet like the delicacy they are. "Love seeing you like this—my toes in your mouth, salivating all over them…"

All the response you can offer is to take her big toe and slide it back between your lips, sucking with even more vigor, like you can’t ever get enough. Clearly, she’s enjoying all this worship, these content sighs when you turn this into a feast, both soles yours to inhale when they press deep against your face. You can hardly pick where to focus, soles side by side awaiting your tongue, those long, delicious toes needing your lips shortly after. 

“Always so hungry for me—you could suck on my toes all day, couldn't you?" she asks, but you refuse to answer, devouring both soles at the same time with the rest of her toes within easy reach for take back in. To make matters worse, Yujin simply pushes one foot away to tease your cock through your sweatpants, until all that attention makes you swell through the fabric.

"Impatient little brat.”

"You say that like you're not dying to shove that thick cock straight up my asshole." 

With a final, wet slurp, those pretty toes come sliding out from your hungry mouth, more kisses being pressed onto her soles before you eventually let up. Yujin doesn't hesitate as those slender fingers slip into your waistband right after, pulling your sweatpants off right alongside your underwear in one smooth motion to show just how desperate she is. 

Nothing left between your aching shaft, a few needy strokes are all that’s necessary to bring you to full hardness, lips parted and eyes widened, even after countless times like this. "See? It's what you really want. Daddy can't get enough of this perfect cock inside my ass." 

"Guess you got me there,” you say, almost in annoyance. 

You don't bother waiting for another bratty reply, because Yujin knows right where you want her as she hops off the counter, pigtails bouncing freely when she faces away in front of this enormous bathroom mirror. She gets all in position, bending over nice and slow, angling her delicious bare ass as you try to find something useful—nearly knocking every bottle over when you spot the closest thing resembling lube. 

A bottle of fancy massage oil is your best option for now, although you're left wondering why something like this is mixed in with the assortment of cosmetics. A question for later, when your mind is focused on this girl's plump cheeks that press up against you.

That's your cue to start pouring oil down to cover her round ass, the excess spilling onto her thighs while you rub it all in. Another generous squirt right above her lower back before your hands sink into those shapely cheeks, massaging the oil deeper in and getting everything nice and slick.

Yujin's more than relaxed while you turn this prep into an unplanned massage session, rubbing the oil all around the small of her back, down enough to coat her thighs, and then you're back up to knead her supple ass some more. She's glistening, that perfect ass so slippery wet when she grinds your throbbing cock sandwiched between her oily cheeks, an impatience tease in full effect.  

"Your cock feels so fucking hard. Can't wait to have it stretching me open, god, daddy’s gonna feel so good stuffed inside my tight asshole." 

You have to agree, but that doesn't mean you aren't going to enjoy your cock sliding between these glistening cheeks a little longer, because you can tease her just as much—

Especially with the way you grip her ass nice and firm, fingers digging into that inviting flesh. Your cock is already leaking, throbbing uncontrollably while you indulge, sliding up and down the curve of her ass when you inch a bit closer to that tight little hole with every movement. 

Impatience from Yujin shows in the mirror, practically ready to beg the more your shaft slides between these cheeks. But you have to take your time and savor the view of this girl so close, bent over the counter with those insanely long legs spread, ass all oiled up and primed to be taken. 

But Yujin, she grows tired of the tease, pulling those cheeks apart so you can see where you’re destined to go. Reaching back, she guides your slippery shaft where you need to be, where she needs it to be. "In me—put it in my ass right fucking now. Pound my asshole the way you always do, please, daddy, I need it—"

Not like you're going to tell her no. She's looking over her shoulder when your cock finally nudges inside that tightest opening, grabbing a hip before you slowly start to sink inside.

Fuck, she's tight, so incredibly tight, and it only gets better the more you watch that ass swallow your entire cock, not stopping until she's taken everything you can give. It's when your hips meet those oil-slicked cheeks that you really savor the moment, Yujin's gripping asshole hugging so tightly around your base, the heavenly warmth surrounding every inch. 

"Love that dick in my ass, daddy. Right where you belong. Give me it, give me it all," she purrs, arching her back when you start pulling out, inch by slow inch, relishing the grip on your cock. The initial withdrawal is always the hardest, difficult to slip out the entire way—and then you’re right back in with one rough thrust, Yujin moaning so loud from taking it so deep with your hands tight on her wide hips. 

You're happy to oblige her every whim, and you do so with this impossible grip on your cock that makes you throb like crazy when sliding back inside Yujin. Holding nothing back, all you can do is groan as she takes you all the way in, pounding faster within those bouncy cheeks with every powerful thrust. It’s hard to pinpoint your focus—whether on that tight ass swallowing you whole, or that pretty face moaning in the mirror when you keep pounding, that tight ass that jiggles so hypnotically with your hips. 

"God, this fucking ass, Yujin. So tight, so fucking tight," you mutter, struggling to contain yourself while you ram your cock without pause, knowing full well how desperately Yujin wants this—needs this. 

She keeps herself perfectly bent over while you pound away, using the grip on her hips to pull her right back onto your cock, fully hilted every single time. 

"So good, so fucking good—" Yujin never stops moaning out her satisfaction, loud and proud when you bottom out, her entire body jolted from being fucked so deep. Every rough thrust gets her ass pushing right back into your hips, cheeks smacking deliciously loud, meeting your rhythm just perfectly. "Daddy's big cock inside my tight little asshole feels so fucking good, keep going, deeper, god, fuck me, fuck me—"

You're not letting up with how hard you're going—cock slamming in as hard as her tight hole will let you, not settling for anything less than being balls fucking deep. The way her oily cheeks bounce and smack up against your hips is all too intoxicating, even moreso when you hold onto them and guide yourself straight into her warm, welcoming asshole, before delivering her ass a powerful smack just to watch that flesh ripple from the impact.

“Fucking brat, always needing your ass pounded,” you growl, giving her cheeks the attention they so desperately crave. 

She's groaning and whimpering so beautifully at how you're fucking her deep, clutching the counter with a white knuckle grip when you give her ass another harsh slap, one that echoes throughout the entire bathroom. 

"Fuck, daddy, just like that. Spank my ass, smack it hard, fucking punish me—" It’s not what Yujin deserves, but you’ll give in for your own selfish needs regardless. 

Making this ass so fucking red—to show who this delicious ass truly belongs to, that's the ultimate goal. Squeezing tight on each cheek, you smack it even harder, as your palm crashes down without pause to get the sting just right. She just whimpers, begging for more while you drill her asshole, one strike after the other, never hitting the same spot more than once. 

"Fucking—" 

You feel her ass tightening each time a spank connects, only urging you to hit that tender flesh harder, so loud and obscene the sound that echoes against the walls when you hammer into her at your hardest. 

"Brat—"

The words sound different after each harsh, merciless strike, your hand marking every spot, all around her gorgeous ass to watch the redness grow. "Fucking spoiled little—"

There’s nothing but pleasure in her eyes as you catch the reflection, pounding into her ass with everything you've got, each thrust ending with a harsh slap to those wet cheeks—and still, she wants more. She gets so loud, those constant cries begging for you to never let up. You don’t dare even think about doing so, using all the strength you can muster to punish that ass how it deserves, a pretty shade of red that never fades, a hand relentless against her soft, bouncy cheeks,

She's so vocal, always encouraging more, demanding even. You can’t deny the pleasure in taking her like this, absolutely destroying her, cock filled to the hilt and slamming her into the counter. But it’s never enough, no, not for Yujin, the way she’s rubbing at her clit so greedily in between all this, just desperate for anything else you’ll give her. 

So while you've got this beautiful view of her tight, flawless ass and perfect curves while you fuck her senseless, you take full advantage of that, getting a tight grip on her pigtails, yanking them back while burying your cock in deep. 

It's everything. Pulling Yujin back with every harsh tug, her ass gets so unbelievably tight and warm wrapped around your stiff shaft, whenever you get as deep as you can fit. The harder you tug on those makeshift handles, the harder she loses control. The ragged moans, the broken curses, the desperate whimpers for more only encourage every moment of this.

"Daddy's big cock, so deep inside my asshole. Can't even handle it—you're fucking me so well, fucking my ass so hard I can't even think straight. I need this so fucking bad, daddy, fuck—“ 

God, the feeling is mutual.

Your thrusts pick up the pace, almost punishing as you keep this up, keep her ass stretched out on your cock. Yujin takes it all like it’s nothing, watching herself get fucked so hard and deep whenever you shove every last inch inside her greedy asshole. Each thrust forces her against the counter, fingernails scraping against the surface, breaths getting more uneven, uncoordinated while you pull her pigtails, not even caring about anything else. 

"Don't stop, please don’t stop, daddy. My ass feels so good with your cock pounding it, so fucking full, god, please—fucking wreck my tight little asshole," she whimpers, somehow growing impossibly tighter. 

She’s bent over at such a ridiculously obscene angle, and your throbbing cock buries so deep with your fingers tangled up in these cute pigtails, hips refusing to do anything but pound furiously. You can see that blissed-out expression whenever you look up, whenever you give a harsh little tug that sends Yujin reeling, tightening even more around you. There’s no better view than this, watching your shaft impale between these reddened cheeks, tits bouncing in the reflection, such a sinful body dripping with oil.  

"You're so tight, Yujin, god, I love this ass, fuck—"

The urge to just absolutely destroy her hits strong, and she welcomes it in the way her snug little asshole clenches harder the longer you keep on ravishing her. You get such a forceful grip on both those pigtails and use them to guide Yujin back, slamming into her as deep as possible, the harsh slap of skin on skin almost deafening. 

"Daddy's pounding me so hard, pulling my hair, fucking my asshole like it's a goddamn toy. Use me, use this greedy little anal slut. Fuck me, fuck me like this, fuck me until you need to cum—"

You're so caught up in pummeling Yujin's tight asshole that you hardly notice the wetness that suddenly gushes out between her legs, this intense mess between her legs and the bathroom tile. 

That doesn't stop you though from giving your all and driving every inch in, even as her thighs quiver and her whole body shakes. These constant whimpers and cries for more only fuel the power in your hips. “Your tight asshole feels so damn good, squeezing me so fucking much, god—I love opening your ass up so fucking much.”

That’s when you get one more harsh tug on those pigtails before returning your hands to their rightful place on those wide hips, pounding into this little stretched hole like never before. 

"Fuck—yes, daddy, oh my god, yes," she stammers through her heavy breaths, body nearly collapsing if not for you holding her hips tightly in place. She's a sticky mess, all this wetness spread across her thighs while you watch her lose it in the mirror, lips parted to voice how good you’re giving it to her. 

You aren't letting up. No chance at this point when you're positioned so deep, slamming that tight hole and watching as her lips curl from each moan, the way she grips desperately on anything she can get her hands on, fingers latching onto nothing in the end. Her pigtails bounce with your rhythm, but all you can focus on is keeping your cock nestled so deep, grabbing Yujin tight and fucking her as roughly as she demands.

One more set of relentless slaps to that beautiful backside and you can't hold on any more—reaching the point where you've been fighting yourself, Yujin's ass so fucking good on your cock. 

So close when you fuck her without mercy, with everything you have left, impaling her asshole the way she begs, pleads for more, keeping up this momentum until all the way to the finish line. And once your length slides out, you get a glimpse of your masterpiece: that tight, stretched open asshole, left gaping for a moment while you give yourself enough room. 

Yujin is already positioning herself perfectly on her knees, head tilted back just right. She opens her mouth so eagerly, tongue out and waiting, licking at your balls to finish you off. "Need you to cum, need that hot fucking load. Make a mess all over me, cover me, paint my pretty fucking face—"

That's enough to get you far past the point of no return, Yujin looking so sinfully gorgeous, ready for her reward. 

The last few strokes are when her tongue slides out a bit more, still lashing at your heavy sack while you pump yourself to completion. And her stunning face is more than enough motivation to finish, but the way her body looks, this deadly combination of sweat and massage oil, shimmering in the light in tandem with the seductive little look she throws—

"Yujin, fuck—" 

You hardly have enough time to get the words out before you’re unloading all over her face. Hot cum leaves the tip of your cock in thick streaks, landing perfectly on one cheek, the next right into her hungry mouth, painting her tongue a creamy white. 

She doesn't flinch or shy away, a pleased smile spreading across her lips while you coat them so thoroughly, two shots hitting her forehead and an extra thick one streaking on her nose. It's massive, a huge load that leaves Yujin absolutely dripping in cum, mouth open for you to cover the rest of her tongue while you jerk yourself furiously to finish, left in a hot, sticky mess once you've given her what she deserves. 

"I look so pretty when daddy covers me with his cum, don’t I? Feels so warm, so thick…” Yujin can’t help but smile through her cum-stained features when the weight of your climax clings to her. 

It leaves the slightest shudder across your body when her tongue slides back and forth, ensuring everything's licked clean. She seals her lips tight down to your base one last time, fingertips playing with your balls to make sure there’s nothing left to drain. Then she’s kissing your length, showing off how happy she is to be such a fucking mess, those lips coated thick in white cum on your swollen tip. "And so fucking delicious. I think I'm far too spoiled with your load, daddy."

"Pretty sure it's the other way around, with how good your ass felt," you tell her, still twitching every time her lips meet your sensitive cockhead, admiring just how beautiful she looks covered in you. 

Yujin just runs her fingertips through the creamy strands that slowly drip, keeping eye contact while she brings them right to her lips, tongue out to have just one more taste. 

"Poor Wonyoungie all left out—let me get a few pictures to send, then I'm all yours again," she promises, tapping a few buttons to send the shot she snaps, her screen showing just how much you decorated her pretty face. She tosses it aside, eager to pick right up where she left off, starting the running water for this massive bathtub the two of you can fit perfectly in that's going to feel so good. 

✦ ✦

Fresh sheets, clean bodies, and then you're raiding the fridge for something to eat, wrapped up in comfy bathrobes. "Mint chocolate chip—or black cherry sorbet?” Yujin asks with the freezer door open wide, taking inventory to decide the winner. 

"Princess won't be happy we ate the last mintcho, and you know she doesn't even care about the black cherry."

"We can't always make decisions based on what she prefers, that's how she ends up so spoiled."

"We?" you joke back, eyeing her from the side, making it all too obvious who the main culprit of the situation is. 

"Yes—we," Yujin repeats with an accusing, yet playful tone, raising her brow. "As if you don't spoil her every chance you can get too, daddy. So don't even start." 

Nothing can defend against that, or the way Yujin giggles, putting the tub of black cherry on the counter and shutting the freezer. "You must be forgetting how often I find her in your room, panties stuffed in her mouth with a vibrator against her cunt."

Yujin's cheeks get a touch redder when she digs out two spoons from the utensils drawer, handing one your way, twisting the ice cream lid off before sitting right down in your lap. 

“Okay, fine—we're both guilty of spoiling the little brat." 

Without any argument left, Yujin scoops a spoonful, scraping along the edge before she brings it to your mouth, kissing you right after. "Only because she'll be so insufferable if we don't, so we've picked our poison."

You can't exactly deny that, but that doesn't mean you have to like it, digging your own spoon into the tub of black cherry and enjoying a big bite. 

"She'll survive without getting her way for one night." 

"Don't be so sure. Ice cream is one thing," Yujin muses, already digging her spoon in again, taking a mouthful down without sharing this time. "But that cock of yours, she won't last ten minutes without it buried inside her, you know."

"That's what handcuffs are for," you laugh, thinking about how easy it would be, tying her limbs to the bedposts while Yujin takes whatever she wants from you.

"Don't be mean, daddy. Wonyoungie’s been good lately, let's not deprive her too much. Save the handcuffs for next time when you fuck her brains out after she gets back."

Again, she's not wrong—about any of it, but you don't have any more time to think about it when Yujin makes a show of licking her spoon clean, slow and suggestive with the tip sliding along her bottom lip. She isn't as subtle as she thinks, using a finger to dip into the tub before doing the same thing again, sliding that finger into her mouth to suck so lewdly. 

"I'm not sure what tastes better right now: you or the sorbet. Both are so sweet, so sticky and creamy…" 

"Yujin, please. Can I not eat ice cream without you being such a slut?"

"Hey—you like me being a slut. It's not my fault I can't stop thinking about licking this ice cream off your thick cock. Bet it would taste so fucking good." 

"Think you need another shower. A cold one, without me this time," you say with a roll of your eyes, scooping up the last big bite of ice cream to finish it off.

"I think I need more dick," Yujin says back, so casually. She's even far less subtle when shifting her body, robe riding up along her thighs. "Ice cream, and then daddy's cream filling me up..."

You hardly have a response to something so shameless. No point even trying to, not when she's still at it, sliding a finger in whatever leftover melted ice cream is left inside the tub, then bringing it back to your lips to suck clean. And you do without hesitation, cleaning up the sweetness on her finger, taking the entire thing in between your lips—but then your teeth bite down firmly, hard enough for it to almost hurt.

"Now who's being a brat, daddy?" Yujin chuckles, withdrawing the digit so suddenly, taking the incentive to get off your lap and toss the container away. 

“Learned from the best."

The fun moves to the couch with both of you horizontal in a tangle, Yujin on top in a lazy straddle. It's anything but innocent when her hands work beneath the fluffy bathrobe to feel up your chest, fingertips dancing along wherever she pleases while her lips stay locked on yours.

"Daddy looks so sexy in this robe—almost as much as when there's nothing covering you at all," Yujin murmurs, not afraid to leave a big lipstick stain on your cheek that she runs over with her thumb to smear. It's when she gets a bit adventurous, finding the belt to loosen it ever so slightly, wanting what's underneath. "Shame there's more covering you than there needs to…” 

"Jesus, Yujin. How are you even more insatiable than usual?” 

Yujin is nothing but smiles and giggles. "Do I need a reason? You love that about me, daddy. Don't act like you aren't the exact same. Besides—Wonyoung won't be home for a while, plenty more fun to get into while it's just us." 

"Pounding your ass in the bathroom wasn't enough for you? And then a huge load all over your face?"

"Daddy, of course not. I thought that was obvious by now—one huge load in my hungry little pussy barely does anything to satisfy me," Yujin says so brazenly, the look on her face like she's offended for having to explain it. 

"You're an absolute brat. What would you do without me?"

"Definitely not get fucked nearly as well. All the toys in the world couldn't compare to that amazing cock. None of them can cum inside me like you can, either."

"Is that all I'm good for? Filling you with my load? Nothing else?"

"Yep. Nothing else, daddy.” 

She giggles with this wicked little grin that forms on her lips while she opens your robe wide, exposing all the skin she could hope for. A few bites along your chest, a couple playful little licks, then her hand slips lower. Grazing across your abs, she moves lower even until gets exactly what she wants—your cock wrapped up in her grip, stroking you nice and slow.

"God, daddy—just look at this perfect, thick cock, making me drool all over. Been inside me everywhere, in my mouth, filling my tight asshole, there's nowhere I haven't been stretched open by this."

"I think you're just as spoiled as our little princess. Maybe even worse."

"You're the same, daddy. Couldn't be happier to let me sit on your cock as much as I want. Always needing my mouth on you too, how many pairs of my panties have you ripped off me now? Some of those were my favorite, you know."

"Can you blame me for being impatient? When your body looks like this? When your pussy feels as amazing as yours does?"

"Guess we're both obsessed," Yujin says, extending her smile with her fist tightening around you while she pumps up and down, stroking faster. "All that time spent studying when daddy couldn't breed me... I know you enjoyed fucking Wonyoung all you wanted when I wasn't around. How many times did you pump her tight little cunt full of cum, or paint her pretty face?"

"Not enough," you say without hesitation. Yujin lets out this little huff in reply, tugging a few times hard to pull that extra grunt from your lips. "It's not as fun pounding her ass if you're not here for her to eat out at the same time."

"Fuck," Yujin whispers under her breath. "Nothing is better than that slut eating my pussy while you're destroying her ass. Watching you empty your balls inside that perfect, round little bubble butt and seeing how much cum I get to lick out of her gaping, creampied little asshole—“

"You're getting me so hard just thinking about it."

"Good, that's the point. Keep thinking about it. How she's on all fours, choking on your fat cock while I’m devouring your cum out of her ass.“

"Yujin—"

"Yes, daddy?"

"Get up here already. Need that fat fucking ass down on my face." 

Yujin wastes no time, obeying with a grin spreading across her lips, so happy to oblige in an instant. Slowly, she removes her robe, one hand first loosening the belt around her waist, then a casual drop off her shoulders. All revealed in a single motion.

You don't move an inch while waiting with growing anticipation, and soon her back is to you, those deadly curves in plain view, ass hovering above, right where you need it so desperately. She only hesitates for a moment before lowering her plump cheeks down, with you pulling her hips the rest of the way. Then you have exactly what you crave, teasing that puckered hole with a quick flick of your tongue. "This ass, Yujin—this perfect fucking ass."

Not even a chance for any response as your tongue buries in that tight little hole, a low moan from Yujin quickly following suit. She grinds against your face to make your work a little easier, her warm, soft cheeks pressed down, taking full control so she can ride that hot breath.

“I think daddy’s more insatiable than any of us. Can’t go a day without having me sit on that cute face,” Yujin says, this sultry groan of satisfaction slipping between her lips the more you slide your tongue in. And you’re not going to deny any of that. 

Your fingers dig into her soft cheeks when she's so perfectly at your mouth, tongue so deep inside the rim of her ass so you can swirl all along that sensitive hole, give whatever she craves. Her movements slow only for the second needed to grab your cock, aching and throbbing, fingers around your shaft with a firm grasp. She starts stroking you gently, using that same rhythm she's riding your face with.

“F-fuck, love that tongue, daddy,” she groans, and the faster Yujin pumps, the rougher you tongue that tight hole of hers, drinking in those heavenly sounds that escape. “Love when daddy eats my ass like this, when he gets all greedy…” 

And the way she whimpers when you lick a little slower, more deliberately to tease your tongue across her puckered hole, gives you plenty of motivation to draw this all out. Yujin gets lost so easily in the pleasure when her entire body reacts, really trying her hardest to trap you beneath her ass.

"Just like that, don't fucking stop," she pleads, rocking harder onto your mouth when you burrow deep, and both her talented hands travel the full length of your dick, thumb circling the swollen tip, spreading precum everywhere. "How many times can I milk you today and have you still be rock fucking hard, daddy?"

"As many times as you fucking want," you mutter, tongue swirling faster, sliding up and down, and you can't even begin to contain how ravenous you are while she works your cock. One pump, another, your dick throbbing between her magical fingers. "Doesn't matter how many times if I can get my tongue deep in your pretty little asshole."

"Fuck, you're so obsessed, you know that, daddy? So obsessed," Yujin breathes out, strokes picking up a bit while getting a hand on your balls, cupping them, playing and tugging with them gently. 

"Like you can talk—"

"At least I can admit I can't go a day without your dick inside me."

"Needy little slut."

"Says the one who needed to beg to get their tongue in my asshole,” Yujin says, all smug in tone. You’re not really in any position to argue when you have her sitting right on your face, your tongue buried between those cheeks. Regardless, it gets you exactly what you want—those sinful sounds, Yujin moaning, trembling atop your face so shamelessly.

"Don't hear you telling me to stop," you say between quick, short strokes of your tongue. Yujin only lets out a desperate little whimper of confirmation, tugging on your balls a bit firmer, playing with them so deliciously between her fingertips.

“Only because you’re f-fuck—so good at it.” 

That's your cue to double your efforts, going in with everything you can. Your tongue laps at her saliva-drenched entrance, making her shudder so desperately with every swirl, yanking out all these moans with every flick. 

Yujin doesn't have anything else to say, the silence broken only by a loud, satisfied moan whenever your tongue plunges deep, those delicious cheeks suffocating you when they crash down onto your face. She’s just falling apart by the second, hardly able to do much but play with your balls and tease a single finger up your shaft as she moans shamelessly, head hung back, hips rocking harder against your mouth. 

"God, daddy, you’re so good—fuck, so good at this. Love how obsessed you are, so needy for me," she whines, eyes squeezed shut, just letting everything spill from her mouth. "But you're so hard now, that cock needs to be in me, I need it, fuck—"

Yujin pleads so sweetly, lifting up with only enough time to keep your tongue right on her the moment she moves. You watch the entire time she slides down your body, reaching the spot just above your hips where she ends up, ass in the air when she lines you up. "Daddy doesn’t need to do a thing. Let me fuck that perfect dick while you relax and enjoy my wet little cunt."

Hardly anything to complain about there. Yujin immediately squats down and reaches underneath to grab hold of your throbbing length, angling just right, teasing the tip up against her slick folds. 

You let her handle the rest, and get two deep handfuls of that perfect fucking ass while she takes your entire length without struggle. These content sighs leave her throat the second you're balls deep, when your cock gets swallowed by that heavenly warmth. She's so tight no matter what entrance, lifting up that immaculate body, so she can sink back down entirely to the base and consume you in that wonderful, wet heat. 

"Shit, Yujin, feels so good, so fucking good, god," you groan out, losing yourself in how tight her warm little cunt is, those wide hips already in motion. Her hands get a firm grip on your thighs, using them for support when she gets so deliciously deep off the bat, ass bouncing so perfectly for your own benefit. 

“Needed this so bad," Yujin gasps, words pouring from her lips without even thinking. "This thick dick in me, pounding my needy little cunt. I’m obsessed, obsessed with your cock, just like you’re obsessed with my ass, my tight cunt—my pretty face that you love covering. How good is it, daddy?"

“So fucking good, Yujin—fuck, baby. Love watching you fuck me like a desperate little cock slut.” She picks up speed and looks over her shoulder, right into your eyes, mouth hanging open with these desperate little moans as your gaze travels down to those slick, pussy lips that grip so impossibly tight, demanding you stay inside.

"Like I could do anything but bounce on your thick fucking cock, god, I can’t get enough of feeling daddy so deep."

And this look she gets, this hunger that reflects in her eyes confirms it. The way Yujin rolls her hips, slamming so deep and  sinking as far down as she possibly can—it all makes you throb so hard when she comes crashing down, hot flesh on hot flesh so goddamn loud. Her moans turn up a level when you palm those soft cheeks, slapping away when they bounce, digging your fingers deep into the flesh to get even more reactions out of her. 

It's all so careless the way she rides your cock, and it doesn't take long before she's getting all sweaty again, perspiration that glistens on her lower back with how she fucks you harder, dropping those perfect, rippling cheeks all the way down. Another heavy slap to her ass makes her cunt tighten even more, and Yujin only impales herself harder, digging her nails into your thighs, a little pain only adding to the pleasure as your cock slides through that slippery heat.

"Gonna ride daddy until he fills me up, until those balls are so fucking empty. You're only allowed to breed me today—that little whore Wonyoung doesn't get anything.” 

There's a hint of jealousy in her voice that’s mixed with her demands, like she's using your body to release the frustrations of how Wonyoung has been dominating your attention lately. And you're more than happy to comply. To enjoy the vigorous way Yujin impales herself on your cock, the way she can’t do anything but throw herself on you even harder, crashing down, thighs so obscenely spread out on either side to give the perfect view of every inch that gets buried inside. 

"Fuck, can't get enough, can't ever get enough. Daddy’s cock is so perfect, gonna fuck you until I cum, until I cum so hard—and then you're gonna fill me, aren’t you? Fill my cunt so deep, you’re gonna breed me over and over,” Yujin says, like it’s your only purpose to do just that. 

Her body is always in motion, the rhythm of her hips never one to yield for anything as Yujin rides you so hard you can hardly breathe. Left behind is a slick, dripping mess that leaks down your shaft when she lifts up, only to slam down hard as she can, balls deep, every last inch inside. 

"Almost there, almost fucking there," Yujin gasps out, and so are you, that familiar swelling in your balls, ready to unload right after she does. "Shit, daddy, oh god, I'm gonna fucking—“

Her body finishes the rest of the sentence at the end of one satisfying bounce—and then she's clenching violently all around your shaft while she fucks herself right over the edge. She gushes with almost enough force to slip out, but her weight is pressed all the way down, thighs trembling, body shaking, moaning even louder when her orgasm tears through her entire body. 

It hits hard—harder than it should with that pretty face twisted up in bliss. But Yujin keeps bouncing, the lewdest little noises spilling out so much like the slick that coats your shaft. 

"Daddy, fuck, oh my god, daddy—" Yujin gasps out when she slams her hips down again and again, each bounce in your lap not letting up, her greedy cunt getting so unbearably tight around your cock.

Her walls continue clenching, almost begging for you to spill right then and there. She's slowing herself down just enough to let you savor how those swollen pussy lips spread around your length, how goddamn wet they've gotten, so eager to milk another load. Yujin rides it all out, these constant bounces that are anything but gentle, and then her hips lift up enough for you to slip out—

There's an emptiness in an instant, one that doesn’t last long when Yujin shifts her weight around to face you, all her arousal coating your aching length. She sits right back down, sinking back down with that insane grip before your next breath, your cock right back inside where it belongs. 

"Need to see daddy’s face when he breeds me. Need that load pumped as far as it can go in my fucking cunt,” Yujin demands, and god, she looks like a beautiful mess, this strain in her voice that makes her sound so goddamn sexy. It only gets you closer to the edge, having that gaze locked on you while she rests her palms on your chest, hips picking right where they left off. 

Then she's bouncing so quickly on your cock, riding with purpose, tits bouncing in sync as your cock has no choice but to submit to her body. 

 "Give it to me—give it all, daddy. Need to make your big cock explode inside my little pussy," Yujin says, breath hitching from how frantic she drives her hips down. "Need to milk all that fucking cum out, wanna feel it so fucking deep."

"Shit, Yujin, you're so—fuck," is all you can say, a mess of words just pouring out, because no matter how many times you fuck this cock hungry little brat, she still pulls all this out of you. "Addicted little fucking slut so greedy for my cum."

“Shut up and breed me, daddy. Breed this desperate fucking slut, please, let me have it, let me feel this thick fucking cock pumping everything in me, fuck—“ 

Despite her climax moments ago, Yujin doesn’t know the meaning of fatigue, and continues riding with fervor, focused so intently on milking your cock. You’re there just waiting for the inevitable, watching the sweat on her body, the bliss on her face when she lifts up before crashing back down. The hot sounds of your bodies colliding play on repeat, with Yujin so wet that your cock slips out by accident, meeting the chill of the air before it disappears all in a second into that heavenly warmth again.

"So fucking deep, daddy’s so, so deep, god," Yujin moans out between these frantic bounces that you can hardly keep up with. Nothing could stop how you throb, your cock swollen and aching and just there on the edge, so sensitive to every movement. "Nothing better than getting bred by daddy's big cock, nothing better but being a fucking cum dump—"

If that wasn't enough to do you in, it's the way Yujin leans in to lick the side of your neck, moaning right in your ear while your body starts to shudder. Then there's a delicate hand that reaches up and wraps around your throat, giving a firm squeeze—that definitely does the rest of the work. 

It's enough to take you all the way. enough for you to let out a loud, guttural moan while your thick mess spills inside her cunt. 

The second Yujin tightens her grip on your throat is what makes you empty like never before, flooding her womb with so, so much. You hold her wrist steady as her greedy cunt milks out everything you have—her hips roll a little more while the tightness from her velvety walls refuses to relent, every violent spurt hers to have.

"Fuck yes, god, just like that, daddy, breed me. Mmh, that's so much filling me up,” Yujin moans right beside your ear, that lustful gaze that keeps your pleasure flowing while all that thick, hot seed unloads without end. You only throb even harder with each clench, her warm cunt so desperate to wring you dry as you pump load after hot load into her. 

You’ve never seen such a satisfied look on Yujin’s face, your balls more than empty, but she’s still bouncing on your cock, rocking those insane hips to do what she can to squeeze a little bit more out. 

“God, Yujin... fucking brat always makes me cum so hard," you say with whatever leftover energy there is left. She’s smiling at that, knowing that everything inside her is all her doing. And even as the grip on your throat relaxes, her pussy isn’t done claiming what belongs to her, these tired little bounces finishing what she started. 

You’re on the verge of collapse, when Yujin leans forward to press a gentle, grateful kiss against your lips. She gets her hands cupping your face as her hips begin to move again, a gradual rise of her ass that lets go inch by inch, until you eventually slip out, leaving your load to start leaking out from her well-fucked cunt. 

"That's all inside me right now. Your thick load leaking from my fucking pussy looks so good, doesn’t it? Daddy did such a good job breeding me, nothing better than being pumped so full—“ 

Yujin is kissing you again, slower this time, taking the time to plant her lips on any part of your face she can get, the lingering bliss doing wonders for that beautiful glow on her face. She seems as spent as you are, but even then, there’s nothing to keep her still—nothing to stop her as she guides you back in without warning. 

"Jesus, Yujin—" you hiss between gritted teeth when she rolls those fucking hips again, and that slippery, wet warmth returns, your cum acting almost like lube as it mixes in with her juices. Yujin sinks back down on every sensitive inch without pause, forcing out an aching throb and that look on her face gets even more devilish. "God, you're gonna kill me, brat."

"My cum-hungry pussy isn't done just yet, daddy. I can keep going—" But you can’t. And Yujin knows the way she mercilessly bucks her hips with one quick roll, one rough motion that squeezes you from base to tip. "Daddy said I was addicted, so he’s not wrong. My poor little pussy just can’t get enough of being full of that thick fucking cum.” 

Your cock can hardly take any more, not that she would ever have it any other way. “Yujin, p-please—“

"Daddy can't be too sensitive to keep fucking this little cunt. Need those balls to fill up again so I can empty them, so I can see that face again when you breed me one more time, “ Yujin says, not letting up, driving that perfect, dripping cunt all the way down your length. 

"F-fucking brat, too goddamn much, too, ah—" 

All this strain is right in your voice, but all Yujin does is respond with another sinister laugh before slamming that ass down hard in your lap. And with ease, she does it again, sliding off your cock just to slam back in, eager to draw every bit of sensitivity out as possible. 

“Is Yujinnie being too needy for daddy's poor, sensitive cock again? Not my fault this tight pussy gets so desperate to empty those big, heavy balls, just so I can get all that cum inside me…” And to emphasize her point, she squeezes with every word, a fucking vice grip that draws out this broken, pitiful little moan from your throat. "Such an unbearable little slut that I have to beg daddy to use me over and over again."

There's a kiss on your lips that can only be described as indulgent, that takes your mind off how her pussy wants to force another load from you. But in that same moment, her hips start to ease up, the overwhelming stimulation just that tiny bit more bearable.

"Poor daddy. Fine, maybe I'll just stay here with you nice and deep inside me. At least until you're ready to fill me again," Yujin says as she nuzzles her face right up against the side of your neck. And you’ve never been so relieved when her hips finally stop moving. Her hot breath lingers on your skin as you find yourself losing the battle with exhaustion. But then—

"Are you two really fucking without me?" Wonyoung comes back at the worst time, because the second she takes a single step in the door, she gets an eyeful of this entire scene laid out in front of her, where she's barely had time to put the plethora of bags from shopping down.

"You were gone like—a million hours, and we both got a little too needy. Besides, you've been using him nonstop since finals week."

"Hey, that's not true," Wonyoung whines as she saunters over, looking at the current state of how things are and plops down on the couch cushions. "You were busy and daddy wasn't. He didn’t want you to be disturbed, so he fucked me in places you weren't—the parking garage, the dressing room at my favorite store, the campus bathrooms, this little conference room where he pounded me against the window..."

"A conference room? Like one of those with glass walls? How did you even think of that place?"

"It was in that weird old building that nobody uses anymore—but that doesn't matter. There's also the ice cream parlor where he came on my face in the bathroom." 

And while she continues, the list seems to just go on and on, places and situations that seem almost unrealistic were it not for the fact you were right there at every moment. 

"The place where you always get brain freeze but refuse to admit it? That place?" Yujin asks and shakes her head, like it's a completely normal conversation to have while you're still buried inside. 

"I don't get—yes, that place! We went there right after. And daddy held me against the sink and fucked my brains out again. I almost had to walk out of there with cum all over my face because the sink was broken and they were all out of paper towels."

"There was literally a sign that said out of order. It's your fault for ignoring it."

Yujin can't help but laugh. "Idiot."

"I saw it! And it didn't mean I couldn't use it, okay?"

"It's in the name, princess. Out of order. Literally says not working. Literally."

"How was I-I thought it meant the toilets didn't flush or the sinks would drip or something. Not that I can't fucking come in and get bent over and fucked."

Yujin really laughs this time—this audible laugh at the absurdity, like she can't believe how ridiculous the exchange is as Wonyoung sits here all pouty, explaining herself. "There's this thing called common sense. Try using that next time."

"Fuck you, don't be so—" Wonyoung inhales deeply. "What makes you think that's even on my mind when daddy's face is right between my thighs, huh?"

"Of course not. Our princess wouldn't want to hurt her pretty, precious head thinking," Yujin fires back. 

Wonyoung just ignores her and moves on, standing up with her arms crossed. "So now that you're both done and you've ruined the couch again, that means daddy is available again, right?"

"Who said we're done? And the couch isn't even that bad. Don't act like you haven't squirted all over daddy's face on this exact piece of furniture, slut."

"Hey—I, look it's not my fault he makes me cum so fucking hard I practically flood his stupid mouth when he tongues my asshole," Wonyoung protests.

Utterly ridiculous, this exchange. Yujin can't even begin to cover her amusement and giggles while shaking her head again.

"So, like I was saying, do I get daddy now, or not?"

Yujin just looks in your direction, like you have any answer for that question, your body not even able to move the slightest right now. "I think daddy needs to rest for a while before either of us drains his balls again."

Wonyoung clearly doesn’t like that answer, another pout extending on her lips. "Waited all this time to jump on his dick, and it's already fucking spent."

"Let him recharge, you greedy whore," Yujin grins, with a lift of her hips, this empty feeling returning so quickly, almost having gotten used to having your cock deep inside her. "If you're that desperate to get filled, I can go get the strap, the one that shoots loads of fake cum."

"As if that's even the same—ugh, fine," Wonyoung scoffs. "But you're letting me ride your face first. Then we'll see about putting that dumb toy in my ass." 

"Fine by me, slut," Yujin responds, clearly thrilled by the notion, a wider grin showing. "Come join us whenever, daddy. We'll be in the room with the brat screaming."

That's when Wonyoung forgets about the bags left on the floor, tugging her dress up over her head to toss it away as she follows a naked Yujin who already disappears into the hallway.

You just relax back, alone for now. Maybe you'll join them later. For now, rest, recover a little. Maybe a lot—knowing exactly what you’ll walk into with these two, you're gonna need it. 

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