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The Book of Forbidden Pleasures

Kinkvember Day 24: Tentacles/DubCon

Billlie's Fukutomi Tsuki

AN: the story is tagged tentacles but they are described more as appendages/limbs.

Also this story takes place in the same universe as the Karina story. While you don’t need to have read that one to enjoy this, there are a few references and cameos from the previous story. Enjoy 😉 💖

The rain drummed softly against the windowpane, a rhythmic lullaby that mirrored the exhaustion weighing on Tsuki’s every step as she pushed open the door to her shared dorm. Her shoulders sagged under the relentless pressure of hours spent perfecting choreography, each muscle in her body throbbing with the dull ache of overuse. Her mind felt clouded, worn thin by endless repetitions and sharp corrections that still echoed in her head.

With a tired sigh, Tsuki kicked off her sneakers, the soft thud of rubber against the floor blending seamlessly with the faint hum of quiet conversation drifting from one of the bedrooms. The voices were low and soothing, a distant reminder of her roommates’ presence. Yet the dorm itself felt still, untouched, offering Tsuki the comforting illusion of solitude.

She dropped her bag unceremoniously by the door, glancing around the dimly lit living space. The golden glow of late evening filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. The couch called to her, its soft embrace promising a reprieve from the day’s demands. She was just about to collapse into it, letting her exhaustion take over, when a buzz in her pocket startled her.

Her phone.

Suppressing a faint flicker of irritation, Tsuki fumbled for the device, her fingers sluggish from fatigue. The brightness of the screen made her squint as she opened her notifications.

It was from Ningning, one of her closest friends.

“Hey Tsuki! Are you free to do me a huuuuge favor?”

Tsuki frowned, her thumbs hesitating over the keyboard. After the day she’d had, the last thing she wanted was to be roped into something she couldn’t say no to.

“Depends… what kind of favor?”

The reply came almost immediately, as if Ningning had been waiting, bubbles flickering on the screen before her next message popped up:

“Karina unnie asked me to house-sit for her while she’s away with her boyfriend, but I totally forgot my parents are coming to visit! Can you take over for a couple of days? pleeeaaasse.”

Tsuki exhaled a long, heavy sigh, letting her head fall back against the couch. Her rare free moments were precious, a reprieve from her relentless schedule that she guarded fiercely. Spending them house-sitting for someone else didn’t exactly sound like her idea of rest.

“I don’t know…”

She hadn’t even put her phone down when another message appeared, almost as if Ningning had anticipated her hesitation.

“Come ooon it's totally your vibe. It’s a really cool old house. You’d love it. Super aesthetic. I’ll buy you a meal for every day you stay. Please?”

Tsuki stared at the screen, the faint ache in her limbs tempting her to refuse outright. But the phrase “super aesthetic” sparked a small flicker of curiosity in her otherwise exhausted mind. She imagined it already—a house with charming quirks and old-world beauty, the kind of place she might dream about escaping to in her quieter moments.

With a resigned sigh, she typed back:

“Fine. Just for a couple of days, though.”

Almost instantly, her screen flooded with heart emojis, the animated reactions filling the chat with Ningning’s uncontainable excitement. Despite herself, Tsuki’s lips quirked upward into a faint smile, the warmth of her friend’s enthusiasm momentarily softening the fatigue clinging to her.

A few days later, Tsuki arrived at Karina’s house just as the morning rain began to subside. The heavy clouds lingered stubbornly in the sky, only partially allowing pale beams of sunlight to filter through. Her footsteps echoed softly as she stepped onto the wide porch, the wood beneath her shoes aged and weathered but polished by years of care. The air was cool and damp, carrying the earthy scent of rain-soaked ivy and faint traces of varnish, remnants of the house’s enduring upkeep.

She paused, taking in the sight of the house before her. It was even more striking than she had imagined. The red-brick façade was cloaked in ivy that twisted and curled with deliberate elegance, framing the arched windows like a living picture frame. Ornate wrought-iron railings lined the balcony above, their intricate patterns reminiscent of an older, more graceful time. The wide wooden door, its surface darkened with age and wear, stood as an imposing yet inviting gateway into a space that seemed steeped in history.

“This place is amazing,” Tsuki murmured to herself, her voice nearly lost in the soft rustle of ivy in the breeze.

The sound of the door creaking open startled her, and Ningning appeared, waving her inside with a bright grin. “Right?” Ningning said, stepping aside to let Tsuki in. “Unnie and her boyfriend are obsessed with it. It’s basically their dream house.” She adjusted the strap of the bag on her shoulder, gesturing for Tsuki to follow her.

As soon as Tsuki stepped inside, the house seemed to come alive around her. The distinct scent of lavender lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the sharper aroma of wood polish, like a memory etched into the house itself. Her gaze swept over the interior, taking in the dark wood railings of the staircase and the antique furniture arranged with effortless charm. The floors, polished to a muted shine, creaked gently underfoot, each sound a subtle reminder of the home’s age and character.

The house felt expansive yet intimate, its design inviting exploration while maintaining an air of quiet mystery. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, bathing the space in a golden haze that seemed to soften the edges of the walls and furniture. The intricate carvings on the staircase bannister and the subtle wear on the doorframes whispered of the countless lives and stories the house had witnessed over the years.

Ningning led her on a brisk tour, her voice light and cheerful as she pointed out the key areas of the house. “Here’s the kitchen—you probably won’t need it much, but everything’s labeled. Over there’s the sitting room, super cozy in the evenings. And down this hall is the guest bedroom. You’ll love it; it gets the best light in the mornings.”

Every room exuded a distinct personality, from the heavy curtains in the sitting room that softened the outside light to the mismatched yet harmonious furniture pieces that seemed carefully curated over time. The faint hum of the house settled around them, a low, almost imperceptible sound that only added to its allure.

They stopped near the staircase, where Tsuki’s gaze was immediately drawn to a narrow, unassuming door tucked discreetly into the hallway. It was plain compared to the rest of the house, with a slightly scuffed surface and a handle worn smooth by years of use. A faint draft escaped through the crack at its base, brushing against her legs and sending a chill up her spine.

Ningning adjusted the bag on her shoulder and gestured toward the door with a half-nervous smile. “Oh, and one more thing,” she said, her tone shifting slightly. “Don’t open this door, okay? Like, seriously, just… leave it alone.”

Tsuki tilted her head, her curiosity instantly piqued. “Why not?” she asked, her voice cautious yet intrigued.

Ningning hesitated, her gaze flickering toward the door as if wary it might open on its own. “Jimin unnie told me not to mess with it. She was super firm about it, and honestly? I didn’t ask. She seemed… weird about it. I think it creeps her out or something.” She let out a nervous laugh, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Anyway, everything else is fine. Just keep the plants alive and, you know, make sure the place doesn’t burn down. Easy stuff.”

Tsuki nodded slowly, her eyes lingering on the door for a moment longer. The faint draft continued to slip through the gap, cool and insistent, stirring something she couldn’t quite place. But Ningning’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Come on,” Ningning said, her grin brightening as she motioned toward the main part of the house. “Let me show you where Karina keeps all the good snacks.”

With a final glance at the door, Tsuki followed Ningning down the hall. But even as Ningning chatted away, her words breezy and light, Tsuki couldn’t shake the faint, magnetic pull of the small, unassuming door.

Ningning’s voice was light and casual as she led Tsuki on a whirlwind tour, pointing out the essentials: the kitchen, the cozy living room with its well-loved sofa, and the guest bedroom. The house had a lived-in warmth to it, with soft rugs and mismatched furniture that seemed carefully chosen for comfort rather than style. Yet, beneath its charm, Tsuki couldn’t help but notice a subtle weight in the air, a quiet stillness that felt just a little too thick.

“Okay, that’s pretty much it,” Ningning said with a grin as they stopped near the staircase. “It’s an easy gig, really—just make sure the plants don’t die and, you know, no fires or anything.”

Tsuki chuckled softly, nodding as she glanced around the dim hallway. Her gaze flickered briefly to the narrow door tucked near the staircase, but Ningning quickly pulled her attention back.

“Oh, right,” Ningning said as they paused in front of another door. She gestured toward it with her free hand, shifting her bag higher on her shoulder. “This is the master bedroom. Karina unnie left a checklist on the kitchen counter—watering the plants in here is on it. She’s super into her plants, so don’t skip it, okay?”

“Got it,” Tsuki replied with a small smile, though her curiosity lingered as she glanced at the door.

Ningning gave a playful wink. “Well, that’s everything! Seriously, Tsuki, thanks for doing this. You’re a lifesaver. I owe you big-time.”

Tsuki grinned, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Don’t forget that when we go out to eat. I’m ordering the whole menu.”

Ningning laughed, shaking her head as she adjusted her bag one last time. “Fair enough. Just don’t bankrupt me, okay? See you soon!”

With that, Ningning headed out, the faint sound of the door clicking shut echoing through the house. Silence settled in, broken only by the soft rustle of the curtains as a gentle breeze drifted through the open window.

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Later that day, Tsuki stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, the faint light of late afternoon spilling through the sheer curtains. The room was neatly arranged, with an ornate wooden bed frame and matching furniture that gave the space an elegant, timeless feel.

In the corner, a collection of lush green plants thrived on a wooden stand near the window. Their leaves glistened faintly in the sunlight, a watering can sitting beside them like a waiting companion. The faint scent of lavender hung in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the plants, subtle and soothing.

Tsuki stepped inside, the floor creaking softly underfoot as she approached the plants. The quiet was profound, broken only by the sound of her footsteps and the soft clink of the watering can as she picked it up.

She crouched down, pouring water into the pots with careful precision, watching as the soil absorbed the moisture. The faint, earthy scent of damp soil mingled ever-present in the air, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic atmosphere. Her mind wandered absently, the rhythmic flow of water from the can lulling her into a quiet, unfocused state.

It was peaceful—too peaceful, Tsuki realized, as the quiet began to press on her, heavy and unsettling. Straightening up, she turned toward the next plant, her thoughts scattered, when her gaze landed on the far corner of the room—and she froze.

A figure sat in the shadows, perfectly still. Long, dark hair spilled over its slim shoulders, gleaming faintly in the dim light.

A scream tore from Tsuki’s throat, sharp and raw, shattering the fragile silence of the house. She stumbled backward, her foot catching on the edge of the rug, and she crashed to the floor with a jarring thud. The watering can slipped from her hand, clattering loudly as water splashed across the polished floorboards, the sound echoing in the oppressive stillness.

She sat there, chest heaving, her palms pressed against the cool wood for balance as her wide eyes remained locked on the figure. The adrenaline surged through her veins, making her limbs feel heavy and numb all at once.

“Unnie?” she called out instinctively, her voice trembling and hoarse. The word hung in the air, unanswered.

The figure didn’t move. The house remained eerily quiet, broken only by the faint drip of water pooling from the overturned can.

Her breath came in shallow, rapid bursts as the initial wave of panic ebbed, replaced by an unsettling confusion. She swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she gripped the edge of the rug and pushed herself upright. Her legs wobbled beneath her, the distance between her and the shadowy figure stretching impossibly wide and yet impossibly close.

Step by cautious step, she approached, her movements deliberate, her senses on high alert. The sunlight streaming through the window did little to banish the heavy shadows pooling in the corner, and as she drew nearer, the truth revealed itself.

It wasn’t Karina.

It was a doll.

A life-sized, eerily realistic doll, seated upright in an antique chair as though it had been posed with meticulous care.

Tsuki’s throat tightened as she took in the details. Its face was hauntingly lifelike, the craftsmanship unnervingly perfect. Softly flushed cheeks, delicately curved lips, and closed eyes framed by long, dark lashes gave it an uncanny resemblance to Karina. The resemblance was so striking it sent a shiver down Tsuki’s spine.

The doll wore a pale lavender dress, its fabric faded with age but pristine in condition. The lace trim at the edges was slightly frayed, but it only added to the unsettling authenticity. The faint lavender scent that clung to the house felt stronger now, as though it emanated from the doll itself.

“It looks so real…” Tsuki murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. “Like a wax statue, but…”

She hesitated, leaning closer, her fingers twitching at her sides as she fought the instinct to reach out and touch it. The texture of its skin caught her eye—it didn’t have the rigidity of wax. The surface appeared soft, pliable even, as though it might yield under pressure. The thought made her stomach twist.

The doll’s serene expression was too perfect, too intentional. It felt less like an inanimate object and more like a figure quietly observing her, its stillness unnerving in a way she couldn’t articulate. The longer she stared, the smaller the room seemed to feel, the air thickening with an unseen tension.

A sharp creak from the hallway broke the moment. Tsuki jumped, spinning around so quickly her knee bumped the edge of the chair. Her heart leapt into her throat, her wide eyes darting toward the open doorway.

Nothing. Just the house settling.

Her hand flew to her chest as she exhaled shakily, forcing her nerves to settle. “Get it together,” she muttered, glancing back at the doll.

The oppressive sensation of its presence still lingered. She crouched quickly, grabbing the watering can and finishing her task in rushed, clumsy movements. Each time she glanced over her shoulder, the doll was still there, perfectly posed, perfectly still. But that didn’t stop the irrational sense that it might spring to life at any moment.

When the last pot was watered, Tsuki stood and turned toward the door. She hesitated, the weight of the room pressing on her shoulders as her gaze flickered back to the doll one last time. The quiet lavender-scented air wrapped around her like a whisper, the moment hanging heavy and strange.

Her eyes lingered on the doll’s face. Its resemblance to Karina was so uncanny, so eerily perfect, that a strange reflex stirred within her. Without thinking, she dipped her head in a small, polite bow—a gesture born out of respect, habit, and the unsettling feeling that she was in the presence of someone, rather than something.

Straightening, she let out a faint, self-conscious laugh, her cheeks warming with embarrassment. “Why am I bowing to a doll?” she muttered under her breath, the absurdity of the moment making her shake her head.

With a final glance at the serene, unblinking face of the doll, she stepped out of the room, closing the door firmly behind her. The faint click of the latch echoed in the quiet hallway, but the weight of the doll’s presence lingered. As she walked down the corridor, its expression, its stillness, its unnerving presence—it was burned into her mind. And with every step, the unease that clung to her chest only grew heavier, like a shadow she couldn’t escape.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the house had settled into an eerie quiet. The golden hues of the late afternoon gave way to muted blues and grays, the darkness creeping into every corner as night took hold.

The guest bedroom offered a welcome reprieve, its modest furnishings a comforting contrast to the grandeur of the rest of the house. Tsuki sat on the edge of the neatly made bed, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting soft, elongated shadows on the walls. The weight of the day pressed down on her like a heavy blanket, her body finally succumbing to the exhaustion that had built up over hours of unease.

The unique house scent seemed to follow her everywhere, clinging to her like a whisper. It hung in the air as she slipped under the covers, the crisp linens cool against her skin. She shifted restlessly, her thoughts unable to shake the memory of the doll’s lifelike features and the quiet, oppressive atmosphere of the master bedroom.

She closed her eyes, but sleep didn’t come easily. The creaks and groans of the old house kept her awake, their rhythm too deliberate to be random. Each sound seemed to carry meaning, like a whispered message just beyond her comprehension.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, pulling her into a restless sleep. Her dreams were fleeting and fragmented—shadows stretching across long hallways, faint whispers just out of reach, and always that door near the staircase, standing in the periphery of her mind. She woke suddenly in the early hours of the morning, her heart pounding as though she’d been running, though she couldn’t remember why.

For the next few days, she resumed her duties, going through the checklist Karina had left. Watering plants, checking windows, tidying rooms—simple tasks that should have kept her grounded. Yet, no matter how diligently she worked, she couldn’t shake the sensation that something was… watching.

Her steps became slower as she passed the basement door. The plain, unremarkable panel tucked near the staircase seemed to hum with an unspoken energy. She dismissed it at first, chalking it up to her imagination or the creaks of the old house. But as the days went on, the pull became stronger.

Whenever she neared the door, she felt it—a faint tug, like invisible fingers brushing against her chest, guiding her closer. At times, it was barely noticeable, a whisper at the edge of her awareness. Other times, it was almost overwhelming, making her pause mid-step as her hand drifted toward the handle without her realizing.

Then there was the sound.

It started as a faint rhythm, almost too soft to notice. A deep, steady thrum that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves. At first, she thought it was her own heartbeat, quickened by the tension that gripped her whenever she passed the door. But as she stood there one afternoon, frozen with her ear tilted toward the frame, she realized it didn’t match the rhythm pounding in her chest.

It was something else.

The sound was faint but persistent, a slow and deliberate beat, like the pulse of something alive hidden beneath the house. She stepped back, shaking her head as if to clear it. “It’s just the pipes or something,” she muttered to herself, her voice thin and uncertain.

But the sound didn’t stop.

That night, she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the silence of the house pressed in around her. The pull toward the basement door was stronger than ever, an invisible tether pulling at her thoughts, making her skin prickle with unease. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to ignore it.

By the next day, it was unbearable. Every time she passed the door, the thrum seemed louder, the pull more insistent. She found herself standing before it without realizing, her fingers brushing the cold handle. She yanked her hand back, her breath quickening as Ningning’s words rang in her ears: Don’t open this door.

But the warning wasn’t enough to keep her away.

Tsuki hesitated, Ningning’s earlier warning echoing in her mind. But something about the door pulled at her, a quiet insistence that she couldn’t ignore. Taking a deep breath, she turned the handle and stepped inside.

The stairs creaked beneath her as Tsuki descended into the basement, each step groaning under her weight, the sound sharp against the oppressive silence. The air grew cooler with every step, brushing against her skin like an unseen presence. A faint metallic tang mingled with the musty scent of old, forgotten things, and each breath she took felt heavier than the last.

At the bottom of the stairs, the dim space opened before her, cloaked in shadow and illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that cast a weak, uneven light. Dust motes danced lazily in the air she’d disturbed, their slow movement amplifying the room’s stillness. The quiet was suffocating, as if the house itself had stopped breathing.

Shelves lined the walls, sagging under the weight of jars filled with murky substances. Some were capped with rusted lids, others empty but for a faint residue clinging to their interiors. The objects scattered among them were strange and unidentifiable—trinkets that seemed as though they belonged to a world just outside her understanding.

In the center of the room stood a large wooden table, its surface surprisingly clean amidst the surrounding layers of dust. The smooth, worn edges hinted at its age, while the faint outline of a rectangular shape in the dust suggested something had been there recently. The table dominated the space, drawing her gaze like a magnet.

The room felt untouched, frozen in time, but the table’s pristine condition made it feel out of place, as if waiting for something—or someone. Her fingers brushed the edge of the wood, and a shiver raced through her as the strange pull she’d felt earlier surged within her, stronger now.

Her gaze wandered back to the shelves, landing on a single book nestled among the clutter. Its dark leather cover seemed to glow faintly, the intricate silver filigree embossed into its surface shimmering as though alive in the flickering light.

She took a step closer, her breath quickening as her hand reached for the book. The leather felt unexpectedly warm under her trembling fingers, and the moment she touched it, a low hum vibrated through her palms, resonating softly in the still air.

Turning slowly, she noticed an old wooden chair tucked into the corner of the room. Dust stirred as she brushed it off, sending a faint puff into the cool air. It creaked softly as she sat, cradling the book in her lap, the hum growing louder with every second.

Tsuki hesitated, her fingers tracing the embossed designs on the cover. Taking a breath to steady herself, she opened it. The first page greeted her with intricate symbols, their swirling shapes shimmering faintly as if they held a life of their own. The text was unfamiliar, yet something about it stirred a flicker of recognition deep within her, as though she’d seen it in a dream she couldn’t quite remember.

As she turned the brittle, crackling pages, the air around her grew colder, pressing against her skin. Her eyes widened in disbelief at the macabre contents: meticulously penned spells and rituals, their elegant strokes intertwining with illustrations that seemed to shift and writhe under the dim light. The drawings were both haunting and mesmerizing—dark figures entangled in rituals of power, surrounded by arcane symbols that shimmered faintly with a sinister allure.

The book felt alive in her hands, the brittle paper exuding an unnatural warmth that prickled against her fingers. The room’s shadows seemed to deepen, pressing closer, as though drawn by the energy radiating from the tome.

“This has to be some kind of elaborate antique—or a stupid movie prop,” Tsuki muttered, her voice barely breaking the oppressive silence. The words sounded hollow to her ears, and the static-like prickle along her arms only heightened her unease. She tried to ignore how the symbols on the page glimmered whenever her eyes shifted, the intricate patterns teasing the edges of her vision.

Her eyes were drawn to ornate runes etched faintly into the margins of the pages, their curling shapes seeming to beg to be spoken. She didn’t know why, but her lips began to move, forming the unfamiliar words before she could stop herself.

The first syllable escaped hesitantly, hanging in the still air like a fragile thread. The second came more easily, flowing into the third, her voice rising in a rhythm that echoed softly against the basement walls.

As the final word slipped from her lips, the house seemed to exhale. Outside, the rain surged, pounding against the brick walls with renewed force. A sudden crash of thunder shook the foundation beneath her feet, and the light from the single bulb flickered violently, casting erratic, jittering shadows that danced across the walls.

The hum from the book intensified, vibrating through her hands and into her chest, as though the very air around her were alive, pulsing with the same energy as the tome in her lap.

The air thickened with an oppressive charge, an energy that seemed to ripple through her very bones. A sickly-sweet scent—like decaying fruit laced with a metallic tang—filled the room, overwhelming her senses. She gagged, her stomach churning as a low, guttural groan reverberated from somewhere deep within the dark corners of the basement.

Tsuki froze, her breath caught in her throat as her wide eyes darted toward the shadows just beyond the flickering light. Something was moving. The darkness itself seemed to ripple and writhe, its edges shifting as though it were alive. Her legs trembled, her body screaming for her to flee, but she couldn’t move, rooted in place by a fear so primal it felt as though it had wrapped around her soul.

The book in her lap began to pulse, its vibration growing stronger, more insistent, and a faint glow seeped from its pages, casting eerie patterns onto her hands. Her breath hitched as she saw it—a slick, glistening tendril slowly snaking its way out from between the yellowed pages.

A strangled cry burst from her lips as she flung the book away from her, her hands trembling violently. The tome landed with a heavy thud on the floor, its cover flapping open. For a moment, silence returned, the room holding its breath—but then the glow intensified, and the tendril continued to emerge, undeterred.

Tsuki scrambled back, her wide eyes fixed on the book as more appendages slithered forth, inky black and glistening wetly in the dim light. They moved with a terrible, unnatural grace, twisting and curling as though tasting the air. Their presence was suffocating, an affront to the space itself, and the oppressive energy in the room deepened, vibrating through her chest and setting her teeth on edge.

The air around her grew colder, thickening with a density that made it hard to breathe. She watched in horror as the appendages spilled onto the polished floor, their slick surfaces reflecting the faint glow of the book’s pulsing light.

Her scream caught in her throat a large one lashed out with terrifying speed. It wrapped around her ankle like a living vise, its texture alien—slick yet warm, pulsing faintly against her skin. A shuddering wave of revulsion coursed through her, but to her horror, so did something else: a strange, electric thrill that clashed violently with the primal terror gripping her heart.

“Let me go!” she gasped, her voice trembling as she thrashed against the sinuous limb. But her struggles only seemed to strengthen its grip, pulling her closer to the book.

The room seemed to shrink around her, the shelves and shadows pressing closer as though the space itself had come alive. The light from the flickering bulb dimmed further, replaced by the book’s eerie glow, which had grown impossibly bright.

A crimson sheen materialized at the edges of the doorframe, faintly luminous, as though painted by an unseen hand. It shimmered with a rhythmic pulse, synchronized with the thrumming energy radiating from the book. Tsuki’s eyes darted toward it, her chest tightening as she realized it wasn’t just light—it was a barrier.

The shimmering red aura stretched across the doorframe, sealing her inside. It seemed alive, pulsing and flickering as though aware of her. She screamed again, but the sound was swallowed by the air itself, the barrier promising absolute secrecy. No one would hear her cries, and no one would come.

The appendages tightened their grip, the largest curling upward to brush against her trembling hand. It was as though the book itself was alive, its energy thrumming with hunger, pulling her deeper into its inescapable hold. Tsuki’s mind raced, a storm of emotions churning within her—fear, confusion, and a flickering, inexplicable pull toward the power suffusing the air around her.

“No! Stop!” she cried, her voice raw with desperation as she twisted against the tendrils wrapped around her ankle. The slick surface of it pulsed faintly, their warmth a shocking contrast to the cold fear gripping her chest. Her thrashing only seemed to fuel the energy swirling around her, the room alive with an invisible force that crackled against her skin.

With a sinuous motion, two more appendages slithered from the shadows, their glossy surfaces catching the faint light as they coiled around her wrists. The grip was firm yet unhurried, lifting her effortlessly from the ground and suspending her in the charged air above the glowing tome.

Tsuki gasped, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts as she writhed in their hold. Her limbs trembled with exertion, her mind screaming for her to fight harder, to escape. Yet with each movement, the tendrils seemed to tighten, cradling her with an unnerving precision that made her struggles feel insignificant.

As the seconds stretched into eternity, a foreign sensation began to spread through her, igniting a strange heat in her core. The tendrils moved with deliberate slowness, their touch almost exploratory as they brushed against her exposed skin.

One of the tendrils slithered closer, its movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator assessing its prey. Tsuki flinched, her breath hitching as it hovered near her face, the faint shimmer of its slick surface catching the dim light. She turned her head away instinctively, her lips pressed tightly together, but the tendril moved with an eerie precision, brushing against her cheek with a warmth that sent her skin tingling.

“No…” she whispered, her voice trembling as the tendril’s tip traced the line of her jaw. The scent in the room grew thicker, suffusing the air with its intoxicating sweetness. It seemed to dull her resistance, the tension in her shoulders loosening even as her mind screamed at her to fight.

The tendril pressed lightly against her lips, and for a moment, she held her breath, clenching her mouth shut. But the pulsing warmth and insistent pressure became unbearable, and her resolve wavered. A gasp escaped her, her lips parting slightly, and it slipped inside with unsettling ease.

The texture was slick and alien, its presence invasive yet strangely gentle as it curled against her tongue. Tsuki gagged slightly, her body jerking in reflexive protest, but the appendage didn’t retreat. Instead, a faint warmth spread from where it touched, a strange, electric heat that seeped into her muscles and unfurled through her chest.

A faint hum resonated through her, vibrating softly against her skin as the tendril pulsed, releasing something she couldn’t identify. The effect was immediate—her body grew lighter, the tension in her limbs dissipating as a wave of heat pooled low in her abdomen.

Her head swam, the oppressive sweetness in the air blending with the warmth spreading through her, clouding her thoughts and softening her panic. Her lips tingled where it touched, the sensation lingering even as it withdrew, leaving her mouth empty and her breaths shallow.

Tsuki gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Her fear remained, but it was now tangled with something deeper, something unfamiliar yet impossible to ignore. Her body felt alive in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying, every nerve alight with sensation.

Before she could regain her composure, another tendril brushed against her arm, its slick surface gliding over her skin with a maddening slowness. Her pulse quickened, her body trembling as the warmth within her grew stronger, fanning into an insistent heat.

Her skirt was pushed upwards with an almost sentient deliberateness, the cool air brushing against her exposed thighs. The intimacy of the act sent a flush of mortification through her, her thoughts racing with conflicting emotions. The alien limb seemed to know her body in ways she could not comprehend, their movements unhurried but insistent, exploring her as though tracing a map only they could see.

“No… stop…” Tsuki whispered, her voice shaking with both fear and shame. The words felt powerless, swallowed by the oppressive stillness of the room. Her mind screamed at her to fight harder, to resist, but her body betrayed her. A faint, forbidden warmth coiled deep within her, a treacherous response that made her feel as though the book’s influence was seeping into her very soul.

The first appendage, slick and pulsating faintly, brushed against her inner thigh, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left her trembling. It found her center, pressing lightly against her most intimate place with a surreal precision that felt invasive and deeply wrong. Yet, to her growing horror, the contact ignited a spark within her—a sensation she couldn’t explain, one that clashed violently with the revulsion knotting her stomach.

“Please… don’t…” Tsuki’s voice was barely more than a whisper, each word trembling with desperation. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she writhed against the tendrils, her struggles weak and futile. Yet, her protests faltered when an involuntary moan escaped her lips—a low, shameful sound that startled her with its rawness. It betrayed the turmoil within her, a storm she could neither deny nor suppress.

The tendril pressed further, its warmth a mirror of the growing heat coiling deep within her. Her body’s treacherous response filled her with shame, the telltale dampness between her thighs answering the intrusion even as she squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to block out the sensations. But it was impossible. The relentless tide of sensation swelled within her, drowning every rational thought beneath its rising waves.

As it explored with agonizing precision, others joined, their slick movements leaving trails of warmth and wetness along her exposed skin. Two curled around her heaving chest, their sinuous motions too deliberate to be accidental. Tsuki gasped as they wrapped around her breasts, their touch firm yet teasing, as though savoring the curves beneath their grasp.

They squeezed gently at first, testing her with rhythmic pulses that seemed to synchronize with her erratic heartbeat. Her nipples, already sensitive from the cool air, hardened under their touch. She bit her lip as one tendril tightened around a peak, the friction maddening as it tugged and teased with deliberate pressure. The slick texture of the appendage sent jolts of sensation straight to her core, each movement stoking the forbidden fire growing within her.

Tsuki’s body trembled, her breaths shallow and uneven as the sensations pushed her closer to the edge of reason. Shame burned in her chest, a searing reminder of how deeply her body had betrayed her. But beneath the shame was a bloom of arousal that defied her terror, growing stronger with every passing moment.

The appendage probing her most intimate place pressed deeper, its girth stretching her in ways she had never experienced. The sensation was overwhelming, teetering on the edge of pain yet blooming into a twisted pleasure that left her gasping. Her hips twitched involuntarily, her body reacting with a primal abandon that made her heart pound even harder.

The room around her blurred, fading into a whirl of shadows and flickering crimson light. The oppressive energy thickened, cocooning her in an isolating warmth that felt both suffocating and oddly comforting. The tome below her pulsed with an eerie, sickly glow, its pages fluttering as if alive, feeding on the maelstrom of emotion coursing through her.

Tsuki’s mind was a battlefield, torn between the instinct to escape and the dark, insidious allure of the magic enveloping her. Her thoughts fragmented, unable to form coherent resistance against the unrelenting onslaught of sensation. Each wave of pleasure crashed over her, stronger than the last, until the rational part of her mind began to fade.

Her toes curled, her back arching involuntarily as the sensations pushed her further toward the brink. A silent scream built in her throat, a raw sound that was equal parts anguish and ecstasy. Every nerve in her body felt alive, her muscles trembling under the weight of an experience so intense it defied her understanding.

As her consciousness frayed, the monstrous presence above her became clearer. its sinewy appendages glistening with an otherworldly sheen. It moved with a terrifying grace, its power undeniable as it plunged into her with an intensity that left her gasping.

The rhythm of its movements was overwhelming, a carnal dance that blurred the line between dominance and submission. Tsuki’s hips moved instinctively, bucking against the relentless assault as her body betrayed her once again. She couldn’t stop the way her core clenched around the intruding tendrils, her body grasping at them with a desperation that left her mind reeling.

The friction built with maddening precision, each thrust a crescendo of sensation that grew stronger, deeper. The heat in her core spiraled outward, consuming her as the storm within her reaches its peak. Tsuki’s mind splintered, caught between horror and exhilaration as the relentless onslaught pushed her closer to a release that she both dreaded and craved.

The tendrils, acting with a sentience all their own, twisted and writhed within her, exploring the depths of her most intimate places with an unsettling precision. Each movement seemed attuned to her every gasp, moan, and trembling shudder, adjusting their rhythm and pressure as though playing a symphony on her body. Every note resonated with her deepest desires, drawing out the pleasure buried in the darkest corners of her being.

Her body felt like a foreign entity, no longer under her control but an instrument in the hands of a masterful puppeteer. Each thrust, each twist of the tendrils, sent ripples of sensation coursing through her, building a crescendo that pulled her further into a sea of rapture. Tsuki’s thoughts, fragmented and fleeting, were lost amidst the overwhelming tide of sensation. She was helpless, suspended in a reality where time, fear, and reason had ceased to matter.

Her vision blurred, the world around her fading into insignificance as she climbed higher, propelled toward a peak that shimmered just beyond her reach. Every thrust, every deliberate motion of them pushed her closer, sending her spiraling upward into a stratosphere of ecstasy she had never dared imagine.

The monster’s relentless rhythm became her entire existence, a singular, primal focus that consumed her. Her breaths came in sharp, ragged gasps, each one a desperate attempt to ground herself against the waves of pleasure threatening to drown her. Her heart pounded in her chest like a frantic drumbeat, echoing the cadence of the creature’s movements, synchronizing with the primal, unrelenting rhythm.

As if sensing the growing tension within her, the tendrils adjusted their pace, their grip tightening as they moved with an intensity that defied human comprehension. They teased her with unrelenting precision, their slick surfaces sliding against her hypersensitive skin, coaxing her closer to the precipice. The overwhelming sensations threatened to break her apart, pulling at every fiber of her being.

Her body trembled violently, each thrust driving her closer to release. The tendrils pulsed with a heat that seemed to flow directly into her, igniting a fire deep within her core. Tsuki’s hips moved involuntarily, bucking against the onslaught, meeting the relentless force with a desperation that shocked even her.

“Oh, gods,” she panted, her voice a broken whisper lost amidst the wet, rhythmic sounds of their motion. “It’s… it’s so deep… I can’t… I can’t…”

Her words trailed into a strangled cry as the first wave of climax overtook her, shattering her remaining composure. It was as though every nerve in her body had been set aflame, an all-encompassing conflagration of pleasure that consumed her from the inside out. The tendrils, slick with her arousal, plunged into her depths with renewed vigor, their undulations sending shockwaves through her veins.

Her mind shattered into fragments of sensation and sound, each moment eclipsing the last in intensity. “Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Please, don’t ever stop!” she begged, her voice a ragged mixture of delirium and surrender. Her fingers clawed uselessly at the air, seeking purchase on something—anything—tangible, as the unrelenting onslaught overwhelmed her senses.

The creature, whether driven by primal instinct or some malevolent intelligence, seemed to respond to her pleas. Its tendrils moved with a deliberate precision that suggested an endless capacity for this relentless assault, each motion calculated to drive her deeper into a state of unending bliss.

Tsuki’s climax stretched on, a cascade of ecstasy that defied comprehension. It wasn’t just pleasure—it was transcendence, a complete dissolution of self into the pure, unfiltered sensation. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as the boundaries between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, dissolved entirely.

“I love it… I love it so much,” she moaned, her voice barely audible yet resonating with a depth that betrayed her total surrender. The words tumbled from her lips unbidden, a raw confession that left her trembling.

Tsuki’s body convulsed, the sheer power of the release unlike anything she had ever known. It felt as though every muscle in her body had been electrified, her nerves alight with a searing, unrelenting pleasure that coursed through her like molten fire. Her back arched violently, her limbs trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, each more overwhelming than the last.

The sensations were a storm, a cacophony of raw, primal bliss that left her gasping for air. Her vision blurred, her eyes fluttering shut as stars exploded behind her eyelids, bright and dazzling against the crimson haze of the room. Time lost meaning, each second stretching into eternity as her body trembled on the edge of unraveling completely.

Her breaths came in frantic, broken bursts, her chest heaving as if she’d been submerged underwater and was only now surfacing for air. The relentless pulsing of the appendage kept her hovering on the brink, her cries blending into the rhythmic thrum of the magic that filled the room. Her hands clawed helplessly at the ground, her fingers digging into the polished wood in search of some anchor, some way to tether herself to reality amidst the torrent of sensation.

The peak of her climax hit like a tidal wave, slamming into her with a force that left her utterly powerless. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her body seizing as a flood of heat coursed through her, radiating outward from her core to every inch of her trembling frame. The pleasure was absolute, consuming her entirely, as though her very essence had been dissolved into the maelstrom.

Her heart thundered in her chest, its frantic rhythm echoing in her ears as the relentless pleasure stretched her to her limits. Her body burned, the heat of the moment fusing with the lingering warmth of the tendrils that held her captive, coaxing her to surrender completely. Every nerve, every cell, seemed to hum with an intoxicating energy, pushing her beyond the confines of physical sensation into something far more profound.

When the final waves began to subside, they left her trembling, her body wracked with aftershocks that rippled through her in diminishing pulses. The edges of the world blurred, her mind floating in a haze of exhaustion and disbelief. Slowly, they released their grip, letting her crumple bonelessly onto the ground.

Her body was slick with sweat, her skin flushed and glistening as she lay there, utterly spent. Her limbs refused to move, trembling faintly as though even the smallest effort was beyond her reach. The air around her was thick with the remnants of the energy that had consumed her, the faint hum of the magic in the tome a distant echo now.

Tsuki’s breaths came in slow, ragged bursts, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to recover. Her mind was blank, emptied of thought save for the echo of what she had just experienced. The pleasure still lingered in her veins, a phantom warmth that pulsed faintly in the aftermath, leaving her dazed and disoriented.

Her voice unfurled into the charged air, cutting through the stillness like a blade honed to perfection. The sound was raw, unrestrained, and so utterly human amidst the otherworldly backdrop. Her breath hitched, each gasp a testament to the shock and disbelief coursing through her. How could it be that, even after the tempest of sensations that had claimed her, she yearned for more?

"More… I need more! Please!" The words tumbled from her lips, unbidden and unfiltered, their weight pressing heavily into the space around her. Each syllable carried a desperation that was startling in its clarity, echoing through the stone walls of the chamber. The cold, unyielding surfaces seemed to absorb her cries, amplifying them into a haunting chorus that reverberated back to her as though the very room shared her longing.

She was consumed—utterly, completely. Her body no longer felt like her own, her mind adrift in a sea of sensations and emotions she could barely comprehend. The intoxicating grip of the creature’s presence had become an addiction, a force that seeped into every corner of her being. What had started as resistance had crumbled beneath the relentless tide of pleasure, leaving only this raw, unquenchable hunger that bound her to it in a pact she couldn’t, wouldn’t break.

It wasn’t just desire; it was something deeper, something primal and profound. With every passing moment, the lines separating her humanity and the creature’s ethereal nature blurred, dissolving into a haze of need and shared satisfaction. She no longer feared the loss of control—she welcomed it, craved it. The sensations transcended the physical, reaching into her very soul and pulling forth a truth she hadn’t dared to face: that this wasn’t just an assault on her body; it was a revelation of her most secret self.

Her voice rose again, filling the cavernous space with a fervor that seemed to draw the room itself into the throes of her transformation. It wasn’t a mere plea now—it was a declaration, an offering, a submission. The creature responded in kind, its movements unhurried yet deliberate, each touch carrying a weight that seemed to acknowledge her surrender.

The tendrils moved with an unsettling grace, their sinewy, cool surfaces coiling around her trembling frame as though choreographed. They encircled her limbs with deliberate precision, leaving no part of her untouched. Her arms were drawn firmly behind her back, her wrists bound together in a grip that was unyielding but not painful.

Her legs, guided with the same calculated care, were lifted and folded gracefully over her head, her knees brushing her shoulders as the tendrils positioned her into an impossibly flexible pose. The deep stretch pressed her body into a posture that felt both exposing and strangely reverent, the creature’s control molding her into a display of total surrender. Every inch of her was held aloft, suspended in midair, her form completely bared to the creature’s touch.

The tension in her body began to dissolve under the tendrils’ firm yet careful guidance. Her initial struggle gave way to a sense of weightless peace, a paradoxical comfort in being so thoroughly restrained. Suspended and bound, the vulnerability of her position was undeniable, but so was the strange intimacy of the creature’s control.

“Please…” she murmured, her voice trembling as her head tilted back, her flushed cheeks brushing against her folded knees. Her lips parted, her breath shallow and uneven as her eyes fluttered shut. “Take me. Use me. I’m yours.”

The words spilled from her unbidden, raw and unfiltered, carrying the weight of her submission. They hung in the air, trembling with an almost sacred longing, and the tendrils seemed to react, tightening around her slightly, as if acknowledging her surrender.

Her body quivered as the creature moved in response, the tendrils gliding along her exposed skin with a purpose that felt both methodical and intimate. The cool, sinewy appendage brushed along her thighs and the curve of her back, exploring her as though she were something fragile yet infinitely valuable.

“I need it,” she whispered, her tone barely audible yet thick with desperation. Each word carried an urgency that echoed in the charged air around her. “All of me… I want you to take everything.”

Her breathing quickened as the tendrils adjusted their hold, their movements becoming more deliberate, more intimate. The sensation of their exploration sent waves of warmth coursing through her bound form, each touch lighting a fire that spread through her in dizzying waves.

“You feel so… so good,” she gasped, her voice breaking as the overwhelming sensations consumed her. “Please… I want more… I need more.”

The tendrils moved with an unnerving awareness, their sinuous forms gliding over her trembling body as though they could sense her every thought, her every unspoken desire. Each caress seemed purposeful, teasing the edges of her mind and coaxing her deeper into the blissful haze that had overtaken her. The cool, slick texture of the tendrils against her heated skin created an intoxicating contrast, heightening her sensitivity with every passing moment.

Tsuki could feel them responding to her, their movements shifting and adjusting as though attuned to the rhythm of her need. Their presence was overwhelming, a constant press of sensations that blurred the line between her body and the creature’s control. Her breath came in shallow, erratic bursts, her chest rising and falling as the tension coiled tighter within her.

One tendril trailed down her inner thigh with a deliberate slowness, its slick surface leaving a cool, wet trail in its wake. The sensation sent shivers racing up her spine, her body arching instinctively to meet the touch. Her thighs quivered, her muscles clenching as it paused just at the entrance of her folds. The anticipation was maddening, her nerves alight with a fiery tension that only grew with every second of waiting.

When it finally slid inside, the sensation was indescribable. A gasp tore from her lips, her head snapping back as a jolt of pure ecstasy shot through her. “Ahhh! Yes… oh yes!” she squealed, her voice trembling with sheer delight as the fullness overwhelmed her. Her hips bucked instinctively, her body greedily welcoming the intrusion as the tendril moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left her gasping.

The pressure within her built with every pulse, the tendril’s movements precise and unrelenting. It teased her inner walls, stroking and exploring with an expertise that felt almost impossible, as though it knew exactly where to touch to unravel her completely.

“It feels… so good,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper but heavy with unmistakable contentment. Her head lolled to the side, her lips parting as moans spilled from her freely, raw and unfiltered. Her body responded eagerly, her hips rolling in time with the tendril’s rhythm, a silent plea for more.

Her skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, the heat coursing through her body mingling with the cool, slick sensations of the tendrils. Every movement drove her deeper into the haze of bliss, her mind unable to focus on anything but the unrelenting pleasure that consumed her. The world around her faded into insignificance, leaving only the tendrils’ embrace and the exquisite fullness that left her gasping for breath.

As her body adjusted to its rhythm, another tendril rose before her, its glossy surface catching the dim crimson light as it hovered near her lips. She barely had time to register its presence before it pressed gently against her mouth.

A startled gasp escaped her as her lips parted, the tendril slipping inside with surprising ease. The texture was slick and warm, its faint pulse vibrating against her tongue as it explored her. At first, the sensation was overwhelming, but as it moved deeper, her surprise melted into contentment.

“Mmmph… so… deep,” she murmured against it, her voice muffled but filled with an odd sense of satisfaction. Her tongue pressed against its surface instinctively, tasting its slick warmth as her lips closed tightly around it. “More,” she managed to hum softly, her muffled plea a testament to her growing acceptance.

The tendril filled her mouth with a deliberate rhythm, its movements teasing and steady, drawing soft whimpers of satisfaction from her throat. Her moans grew louder, muffled but fervent, as her body surrendered to the dual sensations.

Just as she thought her body couldn’t possibly handle more, another tendril coiled around her waist, its movements slow and deliberate as it slid lower. Her breath quickened as she felt it pressing against the tight, unused ring of her back entrance.

Her muffled moans faltered for a moment, her eyes widening as she realized its intent. “Mmmph! No… wait…” she tried to protest, her words barely audible around the tendril in her mouth. But the creature was unrelenting, its movements firm yet measured as it pressed forward with careful pressure.

The tendril began to slide into her tight ring, the sensation sending a shockwave through her. Her body tensed, her muffled squeal vibrating against the tendril in her mouth as it stretched her in ways she had never experienced. The pressure was intense, a blend of discomfort and startling pleasure that left her gasping.

“Mmhhh!” she cried out, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal. The sensation was overwhelming, but as the tendril moved deeper, her body began to adjust, the discomfort giving way to an intoxicating fullness.

Her hips bucked again, her arousal evident in the way her body responded, even to the new intrusion. The tendril in her mouth pulsed gently, coaxing her into a rhythm that felt strangely natural, while the one in her back moved with slow precision, its every motion sending sparks of heat radiating through her.

Her muffled cries grew softer, their tone shifting as the sensations blended into a symphony of pleasure that consumed her entirely. She moaned around the tendril in her mouth, her tongue moving against its surface as her hips rocked involuntarily, her body giving itself over to the relentless rhythm.

Tsuki’s moans deepened, her muffled cries of pleasure blending into the wet, rhythmic sounds that filled the room. She was lost in the overwhelming intensity, her body trembling as the tendrils brought her to the edge of another release.

Her mind fractured under the weight of the sensations, her thoughts dissolving into the raw, primal pleasure that consumed her. She could feel herself letting go completely, surrendering to the creature’s attentions as it claimed her in ways she had never thought possible.

Tsuki’s muffled cries grew softer, their tone shifting from resistance to surrender, as the sensations enveloped her in a symphony of pleasure that consumed her entirely. Her lips closed tightly around the tendril in her mouth, her tongue moving against its slick surface with a mind of its own. Each pulse, each deliberate motion, seemed to sync with the creature’s rhythm, its movements echoing through her as though it were orchestrating her very being.

She moaned helplessly, her hips rocking involuntarily against the tendril that filled her folds. Its movements were unyielding, stroking her inner walls with a maddening precision that left her trembling. The tendril at her back entrance stretched her relentlessly, its girth and depth pushing her to limits she hadn’t known existed. The fullness was all-consuming, her body stretched and claimed in ways that left her breathless.

Every hole was occupied, her body bound and plugged by the creature’s relentless attentions, and the sheer sensation of being used so completely sent waves of heat coursing through her. Her skin was flushed, a fiery warmth radiating outward from her core, spreading to every inch of her trembling frame. Sweat beaded on her skin, mingling with the slick trails left by the tendrils, and her body felt feverish, as though she were burning from the inside out.

Each time she tried to move, her bound limbs pulled against the sinewy hold of the tendrils encircling her wrists and ankles. The resistance heightened her awareness of her vulnerability, a sharp reminder of how completely she was at the creature’s mercy. But instead of fear, the restraint ignited an even deeper arousal, the inability to move amplifying the sensations that coursed through her. When she flexed her legs or attempted to shift her arms, the tendrils tightened briefly, their grip firm yet careful, sending jolts of heat straight to her core.

The tension in her muscles as she instinctively tested her bonds made her hyper aware of how securely she was held. The feel of the tendrils against her skin—slick, warm, and unyielding—only added to the electric current of arousal that pulsed through her. Her fingers twitched, her toes curled, but every attempt to exert control over her own body was met with the creature’s deliberate, commanding restraint. It wasn’t just physical—it's mental, a complete surrender that left her trembling with need.

Her mind spiraled, her thoughts teetering on the edge of coherence. For a brief moment, an image of Karina flickered through her mind—her friend, calm and composed, standing in this very space. This… this was in her basement? Tsuki’s lips twitched in a half-formed, disbelieving smile around the tendril in her mouth. The absurdity of it struck her even amidst the overwhelming sensations. How could Karina have lived above such a thing, so unaware—or worse, so unbothered?

The thought dissolved as the tendrils’ movements quickened, dragging her back into the maelstrom. Each of them found its rhythm, their synchronized motions intensifying as though responding to her growing need. The tendril in her folds thrust deeper, its strokes faster and more insistent, eliciting muffled moans that vibrated against the tendril in her mouth. The one at her back entrance stretched her further, its deliberate pace giving way to a primal urgency that sent shivers racing up her spine.

Tsuki’s body tensed, her muscles taut as the building pleasure became unbearable. Each movement she attempted, every twist or writhe, was met with the firm but almost loving grip of the tendrils holding her. The inability to move only fueled her arousal further, her body betraying her with each pulse of heat that radiated outward. Her breaths came in ragged bursts, her muffled cries rising in pitch as the tendrils drove her higher, their relentless rhythm consuming her entirely.

And then, the dam broke.

Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with an intensity that left her gasping and trembling. Every nerve in her body exploded with sensation, a blinding cascade of euphoria that obliterated every thought, every shred of control. Her back arched violently, her toes curling as the pleasure surged through her, wave after wave, unrelenting and overwhelming.

The fullness of the tendrils magnified everything, their pulsing, thrusting movements sending aftershocks rippling through her as her body convulsed in their grasp. She moaned deeply, her voice muffled but filled with raw, unrestrained ecstasy, the sound reverberating through the room.

Her consciousness seemed to splinter, dissolving into the sheer euphoria of the moment. The sensations blurred together, an all-encompassing bliss that left her trembling and breathless. Her body felt weightless, suspended in the haze of her release as the creature’s motions began to slow, guiding her down from the peak with a deliberate tenderness.

She collapsed against the tendrils’ support, her body slick with sweat and quivering from the force of her climax. Her mind was blank, save for the lingering warmth and satisfaction that pulsed through her, a glowing ember of pleasure that refused to fade.

Each breath she took was shaky, her chest heaving as her limbs lay limp in the tendrils’ grasp. The tension she’d felt moments ago was gone, replaced by a languid warmth that wrapped around her like a blanket. She couldn’t move, nor did she want to. The bonds that had held her captive now felt like an embrace, their presence a strange comfort in the aftermath of her release.

When the tendrils finally began to recede, they moved with a grace that belied their earlier fervor. Each one released her slowly, as if savoring the final moments of their connection. Tsuki’s limbs felt weightless as the tendrils carefully lowered her onto the cool floor, their motions deliberate and reverent. Her back met the ground gently, her sweat-slicked body sinking into the cold surface. For a moment, she lay there in suspended stillness, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the creature’s hold began to loosen.

The first tendril to withdraw was the one in her mouth. It slid back with a languid motion, its warmth fading from her lips as it retreated. She could feel its ridges trailing along the inside of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, each sensation vivid and excruciatingly intimate. Her throat tightened reflexively as it exited the depths of her esophagus, the strange mix of relief and loss making her shudder. Her lips parted in a soft gasp as the slick appendage left her completely, and her tongue flicked out instinctively, as though searching for the lingering trace of its presence.

Next came the tendril from her back entrance. Tsuki whimpered softly as it began to pull free, the stretched, tight ring of muscle quivering in protest. Its girth had molded her, reshaped her in a way that left her painfully aware of the emptiness its absence would bring. The slow withdrawal was almost too much to bear, each inch dragging against her sensitive walls and sending residual shocks through her trembling frame. When it finally slipped out with a wet, obscene sound, she felt a sudden hollowness, the cool air brushing against her gaped entrance a sharp reminder of how thoroughly she had been claimed.

The last tendril lingered the longest, nestled deep within her folds as though reluctant to leave. Tsuki’s breath hitched as she felt it begin to move, every ridge and curve stroking against her inner walls with aching slowness. Her body clenched reflexively, unwilling to let go, and the friction sent jolts of pleasure spiraling through her even as her heart ached with the knowledge that it was ending.

“No… please…” she murmured, her voice hoarse and barely audible, a trembling plea that surprised even her.

When the tendril finally slid free, leaving her folds slick and quivering, the loss hit her like a blow. The emptiness was unbearable, a deep ache blooming in her chest as though her very soul mourned its departure. She felt as though she had been hollowed out, her body and mind suddenly bereft of the connection that had consumed her so completely. A wave of sadness crashed over her, sharp and unexpected, as she realized just how reliant she had become on the tendrils’ touch to feel anything close to happiness.

Tsuki’s eyes fluttered open, and she watched as the tendrils retreated toward the glowing book, their slick, sinuous forms folding into its open pages as if swallowed by the ancient tome itself. The glow from the book dimmed with each passing second, the rhythmic pulse that had filled the room fading into stillness. When the last tendril disappeared, the book’s cover snapped shut with a soft but definitive sound.

The crimson sheen on the doorframe flickered one last time before vanishing, leaving the basement shrouded in darkness save for the weak, flickering light of the single bulb above. The oppressive energy that had suffused the room dissipated, replaced by a deafening silence that pressed against her ears like a physical weight.

Tsuki lay there, her body trembling and spent, her skin slick with sweat and the faint, shimmering residue left by the creature’s touch. Her limbs felt impossibly heavy, yet her heart raced, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Every muscle ached, her body marked by the intensity of what it had endured, yet it wasn’t pain that lingered—it was the ache of longing.

The ceiling above her seemed impossibly distant, its plaster patterns shifting and distorting as though mocking her attempts to ground herself in reality. Her thoughts whirled in disarray, fragments of exhilaration and shame twisting together until she could no longer separate them. Each ragged breath brought her closer to the memory of the tendrils’ touch, the unrelenting power of the entity that had claimed her so completely.

She closed her eyes, but the shadows behind her lids were no refuge. The sensations replayed in vivid detail, each ghostly caress and probing tendril etched into her mind with painful clarity. Her heart raced as a truth settled over her, cold and certain: she would never again be the same.

The weight of what she had experienced pressed down on her, and yet—shamefully, achingly—she felt a yearning for more. The creature had awakened something inside her, a deep and irrepressible hunger that no mere human touch could ever hope to satisfy. The pleasure it had granted her was beyond comprehension, an experience so profound it left her soul tethered to the ancient, leather-bound tome that rested silently nearby.

The book now sat quietly in the dim light, its symbols no longer glowing. The silence in the room was deafening, and yet Tsuki could feel it—a faint hum, a residual energy that whispered of its dark promise. A shiver ran through her as she gazed at its unassuming cover, her chest tightening with the certainty that she would return.

She sat up slowly, her trembling fingers brushing the shimmering residue that lingered on her skin. Her body still pulsed with the echoes of pleasure, but it was the ache in her heart that she couldn’t ignore—a longing she knew could only be satisfied by the creature she had left behind.

The realization struck her like a blow: she was bound to it now, tied to something greater and darker than she could comprehend.

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The rest of Tsuki’s stay in the house passed in a blur of careful routine. Each day, she busied herself with small tasks—tidying the already immaculate rooms, rearranging little details to feel productive, and watering the plants with deliberate focus. Yet she avoided the basement entirely, the weight of what had happened there too much to face. The house, with its subtle creaks and faint whispers, seemed to breathe around her, alive and aware, as if watching her every move.

But no other strange incidents occurred. The silence of the house felt almost accusatory, as though it knew what had happened and was daring her to confront it. Tsuki couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, though she was alone. At night, she would lie awake in the guest bedroom, staring at the ceiling, her mind spinning with fragmented memories of the tendrils’ touch, the forbidden ecstasy they had drawn from her.

The book’s presence haunted her. Though she left it untouched on its shelf in the basement, her thoughts often drifted to it, the dark leather cover etched into her memory. She could see it clearly in her mind’s eye, could feel its pulsing energy even from a distance. Each time her gaze lingered too long on the basement door, her heart quickened, the temptation to retrieve it tugging at her resolve.

Her mind was a battleground, torn between the dark allure of the book and the guilt that gnawed at her. She thought of Karina—so kind, so trusting. Tsuki respected her deeply, admired her quiet grace and the way she carried herself. Stealing the book would be a betrayal, a violation of the trust Karina had placed in her.

But it isn’t just a book, Tsuki thought one night, her fingers twisting the hem of her sweater as she sat at the kitchen table. The memory of the tendrils’ touch burned in her veins, the intensity of the pleasure they had granted her unlike anything she had ever known. The connection she felt to the book wasn’t mere temptation; it was a need, an ache that refused to fade. It’s mine. It belongs to me. Doesn’t it?

The thought lingered, seductive and insistent. But as the hours ticked by and the house remained still around her, another voice spoke—a quieter, steadier voice. It was Karina’s voice, her warm smile and genuine gratitude echoing in Tsuki’s mind. Stealing the book wasn’t just wrong—it was unthinkable.

The next morning, Tsuki forced herself to make a choice. She stood before the basement door, her hand trembling as she reached for the handle. She could feel the book’s pull even through the wood, its dark promise thrumming in her chest. But she stepped back, shaking her head.

“No,” she whispered to herself, the word barely audible in the empty hallway. Leaving the book behind felt like tearing away a part of herself, and yet, she knew it was the only choice. Respect for Karina, for her trust, outweighed the yearning that clawed at her heart.

By the time Karina and you returned to town, the house had settled into an almost oppressive stillness, as though it had been holding its breath in your absence. The warm sunlight spilled across the porch, highlighting the ivy trailing up the red-brick exterior, and casting a golden glow on Tsuki as she stood awkwardly in the entryway. Her hands were clasped neatly in front of her, her posture composed but betraying a hint of nervous energy.

When Karina stepped inside, her polished appearance and radiant smile instantly eased the lingering tension in the room, filling it with her signature warmth.

“Tsuki!” Karina greeted, setting her bag down with a graceful motion. “Thank you so much for helping out. Seriously, you saved us.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Tsuki replied quickly, her voice soft but earnest. “I actually… really enjoyed my time here. You have such a beautiful house.” Her gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, and a faint blush dusted her cheeks.

Karina tilted her head, her smile softening. “I’m so glad you think so. This house means a lot to me. There’s just something about it—it stays with you, doesn’t it?” She glanced around as she spoke, as though the familiar details—the carved wooden railings, the faint scent of lavender, and the way the light danced off the polished floors—reassured her.

Tsuki nodded, hesitating briefly before glancing at Karina with a curious smile. “Um… is your boyfriend here? Everyone’s been talking about you two since your news went public. I guess I’ve been wondering about the guy who managed to steal the Karina’s heart.”

Karina laughed lightly, her radiant smile showing as she waved a hand. “He’s out grabbing food. He insisted since I did most of the driving back.” She paused, her eyes brightening. “Next time, we should all go out to eat. My treat. I know he’d love to meet you—you really did us a huge favour.”

Tsuki’s blush deepened, and she ducked her head with a shy smile. “That sounds nice. I’d like that a lot.”

Karina smiled warmly and moved to open the door for her. “Thank you again, Tsuki. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask, okay?”

Tsuki bowed slightly, her movements graceful and instinctive. “Thank you, unnie. Have a good evening.”

With that, Tsuki stepped out into the golden afternoon light, her figure framed briefly by the glow before she disappeared down the walkway. Karina lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching her go with a thoughtful smile. The gentle creak of the closing door seemed to release the tension that had settled in the house.

Once the door clicked shut, the familiar stillness of the home returned, wrapping around Karina like an old, comfortable blanket. She exhaled deeply, the sound quiet and unhurried, as though she was letting the house welcome her back.

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You were seated at a small corner table in the restaurant, scrolling through your phone as you waited for the order. The familiar scent of spices and frying oil filled the air, and the hum of nearby conversations blended into a background buzz.

Your phone buzzed, and Karina’s name lit up the screen. Smiling, you picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she said lightly, her voice soft and familiar. “Just wondering if you’re still at the restaurant.”

“Still waiting on the food,” you replied, leaning back in your chair. “Want me to grab anything else while I’m here?”

She hesitated briefly before humming thoughtfully. “Actually, could you grab me some boba? You know the flavors I like.”

“Of course,” you said with a chuckle. “Anything else?”

“Not really. Oh—actually, I was thinking of testing the security cameras. We should make sure they’re working properly, right?”

“Go for it,” you encouraged. “Check everything out. I’ll be home soon.”

“Okay, thanks, babe.” Her voice softened as she ended the call, and you slipped the phone back into your pocket.

A few minutes later, the cashier handed you the food and drinks, the boba cups clinking lightly in the bag as you carried them to the car. The drive home was quiet, the golden hues of sunset stretching over the empty streets. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of finally relaxing with Karina after the long trip—sharing boba and maybe checking out the security footage together.

The house was dim when you opened the door, the faint scent of lavender and polished wood greeting you like an old friend. “I’m back!” you called out cheerfully, your voice cutting through the stillness as you stepped inside.

There was no reply.

You kicked off your shoes and carried the bags into the living room. The sight stopped you cold.

Karina sat frozen on the couch, her wide, unblinking eyes locked on the laptop screen. The faint glow illuminated her pale face, casting flickering shadows across the room.

“Karina?” you asked, your voice hesitant as unease crept into your chest.

She didn’t respond.

And then you heard it.

Moans—raw, breathless, and haunting—poured from the laptop speakers, filling the room with an intensity that made the air feel stifling. The sound swelled, growing louder with each passing second, an oppressive rhythm that clawed at the edges of your mind.

Amid the moans, a voice broke through, trembling yet fervent: “More… I want more!”

The bags slipped from your hands, hitting the floor with a muffled thud that barely registered. The cries reached a deafening crescendo, vibrating through the room as the glow from the laptop screen flickered erratically.

Karina’s lips parted slightly, her face pale and rigid, her wide eyes glassy with shock. Her trembling fingers hovered above the keyboard, frozen mid-air, as if the world around her had stopped. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, but she didn’t blink, didn’t move—she just stared, trapped in the haunting grip of whatever was unfolding on the screen.

You took a hesitant step forward, the sound assaulting your ears as the speakers blasted their relentless, desperate rhythm. The cries, the voice, the echoing moans—it clawed at something primal inside you, something that begged you not to see what she was seeing.

“Karina?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the cacophony.

And then she turned her head.

Her wide eyes met yours, filled with something that sent ice through your veins—fear, disbelief, and something darker, something that made your stomach churn. Her lips moved, trembling as though she was trying to form words, but no sound came.

The moans from the laptop swelled one final time, reaching a crescendo so visceral it felt like the room itself might burst apart. And then it stopped.

Silence.

But Karina’s gaze didn’t waver, and in the suffocating stillness that followed, you knew. Whatever she had just seen, whatever she had uncovered—it had already changed everything.

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priv4meprpny · 9 hours ago

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My sister

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eunchae X M Reader

Tags: incest,oral

You are sitting on the living room sofa without wearing a shirt, your eyes fixed on the TV screen while the movie is playing. Suddenly, your lovely sister Eunchae sits next to you. She calls you with a lovely smile.

"What are you doing, oppa?"

You look at her and say, "I was watching TV because I was bored." She immediately leaned on your shoulder and sat down, and she looked up at you again and said, "If you're bored, come hang out with me. I'm bored too."

You smiled at her cute request and said, "What do you want to do, my Eunchae?"

She came closer to me and caressed the front of your shorts with her hand without a care. "I want to suck yours." You looked at her, surprised by her sudden attitude, but her eyes were already looking up at you with lust, . You couldn't believe that your lovely sister had such a thought, and you had to refuse, but her beautiful appearance and happiness made your mind harden at the thought.

You were getting more excited as you looked at Eunchae's lovely face, and she felt some kind of happiness at your reaction. You nodded shyly. Then Eunchae smiled. "I have to make my brother happy."

You can feel your heart flutter at her words and feel your dick slowly hardening and tenting your pants. Noticing that, Eunchae teases you by pushing your cheek with her tongue and smirks at the corners of her mouth.

A shy smile spreads across your face as you scratch your head. "Okay, yeah, that works for me," you agree.

"Okay, I'll make you the happiest, brother." Eunchae says with a loving smile. She quickly scans the hallway toward your parents' bedroom, checking to see if the shore is clean. As the door closes tightly, Eunchae quickly moves down between your legs and pulls your panties completely off.

Your rock-hard dick bounces, and Eunchae looks at you with a satisfied expression. "Wow, oppa, it's big here too." She muttered as she wrapped her soft, gentle hands around your thick dick.

Eunchae starts slowly, tracing your slit with the tip of her tongue, feeling the Cooper's fluid already beading on your glans. She looked into your eyes with your reaction and loving gaze.

"Fuck," you moan, your hips squirming involuntarily as her plump, glossy lips stretch around your swollen shaft. She slowly sinks down until your cock is buried in the moist, soft heat of her mouth.

"Oh fuck, Eunchae." You hiss through clenched teeth, running your fingers through her black hair. She shakes her head, swirling her tongue around your cock, licking you with her saliva.

"Fuck, it feels so good Eunchae." You moan, holding back the urge to place both hands on her head and use her face. Eunchae moans around your cock, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through you.

Eunchae aligns her vacuum mouth with your cock, moving her head back and forth as she looks at you, her skills sloppy but loving smile for you and doing her best for you is more satisfying than any other situation. Beautiful and happy.

You groaned and wiggled your hips slightly. "Fuck, Eunchae. You're so pretty and lovely, and you feel so good."

She blushed even more at your compliment, and she shyly lifted her lips from your dick. "If you like it, I like it too." You were so happy and glad to hear her words, you stroked her head.

"Suck it again." You smiled, reaching out and tying her hair into a makeshift ponytail. "It feels so good, Eunchae."

Eunchae opened her mouth again and put your dick in her mouth and started sucking it. Eunchae's caressing was so good and exciting, but there was a little regret, so you stroked her head and said, "Eunchae, it feels so good, but can you do it harder? If you do it like this, it'll take a long time to cum." Eunchae started sucking it even harder at your words. Although not skilled, you used your tongue and hand to caress your dick and balls.

"Yes, Eunchae, do it more like that." You moaned, gripping her hair tightly. She smiled at you and swirled her tongue through the saliva coating your dick.

"Do you like it like this, oppa?" She muttered in a low, sensual voice. "I can do anything for you, oppa, so tell me as much as you want." She You said, sucking your balls and caressing your cock with your hands,

You guided Eunchae to your cock, desperately wanting her mouth to be around you more. “Keep doing this with your mouth,” you growled. “Keep touching my balls with your hands too.”

Eunchae opens her mouth and swallows your cock whole, her throat muscles spasming around your swollen cock until she gags and growls.

“Fuck, fuck!” You scream, your head falling back as you feel the soft, spongy velvet around your cock. The knot in your stomach tightens and the pressure builds in your groin.

Eunchae buzzes around you, the vibrations sending electric jolts of pleasure through your body. She’s pushing you dangerously close to the edge. Her passion is hotter than anything else in the world.

“You don’t have to do that, Eunchae.” Your fingers stroke her hair. She said while stroking, and Eunchae smiled at you and said, “I want to make you feel good, oppa, so just feel it, oppa.”

You loved the way Eunchae looked so much.

Eunchae used her lips again to seal tightly around your cock, and her throat tried to swallow every last blast of your thick, salty cum. You could hear her gulping it down without wasting a single drop.

“Ugh, fuck.” You moaned, your voice hoarse with pleasure. It felt like her mouth was sucking all of you, and his passion was truly amazing.

This whole situation was crazy. Your sister was kneeling between your legs, eagerly taking your load into her mouth. But Eunchae’s love for you easily broke down the barrier between them.

Finally, your orgasm subsided, and Eunchae pulled away from your cock, which had become soft with a lewd pop sound. She opened her mouth and spit out cum

"Did you like it? Oppa, you came out so much," she said, biting her lower lip.

You let out a shaky laugh, still a little breathless from the intensity of your orgasm. "Damn, Eunchae… I feel like I just went to heaven," you joked. "That was the best I've ever felt."

Eunchae smiled with the same innocent and happy smile at your words,

and said, "I'm happy because I see you enjoying it so much," and sucked out all the cum left in your cock.

You let her play with your cock, admiring the way her lips wrapped around you. "You're such a sweetheart, Eunchae, do you know that?" you mumbled, your eyes looking at her beautiful face.

Eunchae with a jealous look. "I'm jealous of your girlfriend. You can suck your dick all the time and make your boyfriend happy." You said.. "No, Eunchae, you can make me happy too. I'll look forward to it." Eunchae looked at you with a happy smile.

After she washed your body clean, she put the cloth back on your legs while you were standing.

Then Eunchae kissed your cheek and said, "If you want more, just tell me anytime, oppa." She shyly disappeared into her room.

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priv4meprpny · 9 hours ago

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Room service

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chaewon X M Reader

Tags: creampie

Word count: 3655

I have always had a love for Korea. I have always loved Korean culture, so I was eager to make time to travel to Korea.

As soon as I arrived in Korea, I headed straight to the hotel.

It was the best place in Korea, and I was satisfied with the service spirit there that greeted me with a bright smile, and I checked in and booked room service to satisfy my hunger.

I decided to take a shower because I was dirty from the long flight.

I quickly finished showering, and just then, the room service I had booked arrived and opened the door.

At that moment, I saw a woman with the most beautiful beauty I had ever seen, and I fell in love with her.

She had a more beautiful and cute appearance than anyone else, and a beautiful body that could not be hidden by clothes.

I couldn't help but imagine having sex with her beautiful woman. Sucking my cock with her beautiful lips. The sight of her moaning happily as my cock was thrust.

I wanted to have her, and I did it right away. I put my arm around her, checked her name with the name tag, and then spoke to her directly, “Chaewon, this is my first time in Korea and I don’t know much about the hotel services here.

Can you explain it to me?”

She immediately noticed my actions, “There’s a special room service for people like you,” she said, biting her lower lip, and pushed me onto the bed.

She took off my bathrobe, stroked my cock, and immediately erected it.

She smiled seductively, as if satisfied with my size, and put it in her mouth and started sucking it.

chaewon started slowly, dragging her tongue along my slit, collecting the cum that had already accumulated there. She hummed softly, and as she experimented with my cock, her eyes met mine, testing how much she could endure.

“Fuck,” I moaned, and her hips bucked as her plump, glossy lips stretched around my swollen shaft. She slowly sinks down until my cock is buried in the moist, soft heat of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, chaewon.” I hiss through clenched teeth and run my fingers through her black hair. She shakes her head, licking you with her spit as she caresses my cock with her tongue.

I moan and wiggle my hips slightly. "Damn, Chaewon, you're the best. It feels so good."

I took my dick out of chaewon's lips, pushed her back down, and took off all of her clothes. Then her reddened pussy, her pink nipple standing tall and asking to be sucked right away, greeted me, and I rushed to her and started sucking her nipple. As I used my hands and mouth to caress both sides alternately, she grabbed my head and beckoned me to do more.

But I stepped back and rubbed my cock against her perch, teasing her, and she gasped and moaned, "Please, put it in, teacher, I need that dick," and I immediately started to push my dick in at that attitude.

As my dick went in, a lovely moan flowed out of her mouth, and I pushed my dick in even more.

But her pussy was so tight that I had difficulty moving. However, because of this narrowness, I pushed in harder, and over her. I bent down and kissed her soft lips. Her lips were so moist, and the way she was constantly moaning and shaking beneath my body made her squeeze my cock even harder, squirting her love juice, making my cock go in. Her warm walls hugged my cock that was throbbing desperately inside her.

“Don’t stop, teacher. Damn it! I’m going to cum!”

I stroked her clit with my hand at her words, inducing her to cum even more,

She squeezed my cock and ejaculated a large amount of love juice.

But I didn’t stop there, and started fucking her pussy at an even faster pace.

Then, she became extremely sensitive due to the situation and groaned even more, "Oh no, it's too good, I'm going to go again, it's so good!!" She wasn't trying to make me feel good, but she was talking about her situation, but it was too much to increase my excitement,

so I enjoyed and tasted her pussy, and my cock started to shake, and I told her about it, "chaewon, I think I'm going to come out." Then she looked straight into my eyes and said, "Teacher, please put it in me, inside me." I immediately used all my remaining strength, and started to pound her pussy and ejaculate. There was so much semen in her narrow pussy, and when I pulled my cock out of her, the semen flowed out,

and I, exhausted, lay down next to her. She came to me and kissed me deeply, saying, "It was so good, teacher, if you want to come in the future, come and have fun together every time." She wrote her number on a note, and after tidying up her disheveled appearance, she winked at me and left.

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priv4meprpny · 9 hours ago

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Concubine

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julie X M Reader

Tags: creampie

Word count: 1900

"Ah~! Baby, I love it so much, faster" Julie moaned loudly under me, longing for my cock. Her cervix contracted so much that it squeezed my cock, and I felt like I was going to cum any minute, and she noticed my condition and said, "Cum inside, without leaving anything behind."

I ejaculated a lot of cum inside her as she asked, and then collapsed next to her.

"Good, baby," she said and gave me a short kiss.

I always think about my relationship with Julie.

Even though I had a wife, I valued my time with Julie, and spent a lot of time with her on weekends.

She knew I was married, but she cherished my time with me, and our relationship was like that of a concubine and a king.

The next morning, I woke up as usual and tried to say good morning to her.

But she was busy getting ready to go out, and I decided to get ready to go out too.

그때, 그녀가 준비를 마치고 나서 떠나기 전에 안부전화를 걸었고, 나는 그녀의 부름에 곧바로 달려가 그녀의 아름다움에 넋을 잃은 듯이 그녀에게 다가갔다.

The tight black one-piece dress on her body started to excite me, and I immediately started kissing her and rubbing her crotch.

She then said cutely, “No, I have to go out quickly.” I turned her around and lifted her skirt, and said, “I can’t stand seeing this, just finish quickly.”

I took off the remaining panties and started caressing her pussy with my fingers. I used both hands to stroke her clitoris and G-spot. Julie screamed in happiness, and her body was on fire.

At her request, “Now, put it in quickly,” I immediately put my cock into her pussy. Her pussy welcomed me by pecking my cock, and I responded by moaning deep inside her. Then she started making sounds of happiness, and I immediately started to stroke her pussy wildly.

“Oh, it feels so good, do it faster, I’m going to be late,” she said, urging me on, and I grabbed her waist and invaded her pussy at a merciless pace.

Every time I penetrated her deepest part at an incredibly fast pace, and every time I did, her flesh rippled to my rhythm, and her pussy pecking my cock even harder and shedding more love juice.

"Ah… so good, the best." She longed for me even more, and was completely out of control due to her pleasure. She moaned loudly, "I want to cum, do more." I immediately made her look at me as she asked, pushed her against the wall, lifted one leg, and kissed her, and thrust my cock even harder and deeper into her pussy. Her eyes were filled with love, longing, and happiness for me as she looked at me.

However, she soon orgasmed, and her eyes lost focus and her body began to tremble.

I filled her pussy with all my strength for her pleasure.

She soon moaned even more obscenely and started to cum.

Her love juice flowed out of her pussy, coding her legs and my cock, and she was holding my cock even tighter.

I started to thrust her pussy fast and hard for her greater pleasure. She was so immersed in pleasure that her legs gave out as I inserted her. She loved this so much. Ejaculating by my cock. Even when she was ejaculating and orgasming, my cock was filling her pussy.

However, she soon finished her orgasm and came to her senses. She hugged my neck and kissed me. She looked at me with eyes full of love and said. “You are the best, you are so good. Keep filling my pussy.”

So I hugged her and put her in my arms.

I thrust my pussy indiscriminately once again.

She was dancing with my penetration, holding my clothes tightly, and moaning in happiness.

I also couldn’t bear it any longer with her tight pussy, and the moment of ejaculation was approaching.

With all my strength, I hit the tip of her pussy, “Julie, I’m going to cum.”

“Please… cum all of it, all of your cum inside me.”

So I sprayed all my cum into the deepest part of her pussy, and filled her pussy.

After finishing one fight like that, Julie looked at the time and said, “I was late because of you,” she cutely puffed out her cheeks.

“But it was good, so I’ll let it go,” she said, putting my dick in her mouth and sucking it to clean it, and then she put on her panties without wiping her pussy where the cum was flowing out, and said, “I love you, see you next time,” and gave me a deep kiss, and then she left for the meeting place.

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priv4meprpny · 9 hours ago

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Craving

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

yunjin x m reader

Tags: creampie ,cheating

Word count: 19343

Yunjin is in a relationship that no one would envy. They are the couple that best fits the expression 'a handsome man and a pretty woman'. Yunjin is also very happy and satisfied with her current relationship. The only exception was her sex life.

Yunjin's boyfriend was also on the small side, and he couldn't satisfy her whenever she had sex with him. So Yunjin always satisfied her needs by masturbating alone after having sex with her boyfriend.

Yunjin was becoming increasingly dissatisfied with her needs, and she was starting to worry about it.

Unknown to Yunjin's worries, He always had pride and confidence in his girlfriend, and always wanted to introduce her to his friends. That's why he persuaded Yunjin, and Yunjin readily accepted, and the three of them, Yunjin, him, and you, had a drink together. The three of them started drinking in his room to have a quick drink.

He felt good bragging about his girlfriend, and the alcohol went down smoothly and he got drunk quickly.

When Yunjin was worried about his tempo because he couldn't drink, he passed out because he drank too much in a short period of time.

So you laid him down on the bed like you always did, and began to spend awkward time alone with Yunjin.

Since it was the first time you two met, you were thinking about what to say and how to get through this situation, and then you started talking to her about something sensitive, perhaps because you were drunk.

"Are you having a good sex life?" When Yunjin was looking at you, flustered by the sudden question,

He started to speak as if he knew

“He’s handsome and has a nice body, but he’s small there and his stamina is weak.”

Yunjin was about to get angry at your rude words, but they were all true

“I feel bad for Yunjin. I can’t satisfy you and I have such a beautiful woman.” You approached Yunjin and touched her, almost touching her, and when Yunjin was about to leave you, you grabbed her hand and placed it on your dick.

Yunjin was surprised by the heavy dick in your dick, and you started to whisper in her ear at her reaction. “How about I let you experience something you’ve never felt before?” Yunjin would never do it normally, but her desire had reached its limit, and she had to solve it. So Yunjin nodded shyly and you lifted her up and moved to the sofa, and then took off her panties to reveal her pussy..

Yunjin's private parts were very beautiful, her pubic hair was thin and soft, and her pink labia radiated a more attractive glow than any other woman. You couldn't help but get excited looking at this beautiful sight.

As soon as you started putting your fingers into her pussy, Yunjin bit her lips tightly and held back a slight moan. You started poking Yunjin's pussy, gradually increasing your speed at Yunjin's reaction.

Yunjin couldn't hold back a moan as she felt her sensitive part. You took the opportunity and whispered in her ear. "Don't hold back your moans. That bastard, if you get drunk anyway, whoever takes you will know."

Yunjin blushed shyly and nodded slightly. Seeing this, you became even more vicious. Repeatedly inserting your hand into her body and rubbing it brought on waves of pleasure. Yunjin quickly softened and looked at you caressing her with a blush on her face.

Yunjin couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Seeing this, you started to caress Yunjin even more, and at the same time, pretending to be worried about Yunjin's sex life, you started to humiliate Yunjin. "Ms. Yunjin, it's been hard so far. I'll make sure to satisfy you." You said, putting your tongue into Yunjin's vagina and lightly licking it.

Yunjin felt excitement surge through her entire body, and her legs unconsciously tightened around your tongue, and her moans became louder. "Ah~um~ no, it feels so good there~"

You laugh wickedly and press hard on her clitoris. Yunjin can't even resist the sudden pleasure. "Yunjin, this pretty pussy, I'll eat it all up."

Yunjin's cheeks are extremely hot, and her whole body trembles with embarrassment and excitement. She never imagined that she would be able to orgasm with his friend next to her boyfriend. However, Yunjin couldn't control her body. Every time you touched her, it felt like an electric current was flowing through her body, giving her extremely stimulating pleasure.

You took the opportunity to take your tongue out, but instead, your fingers quickly thrust in and out of her body, occasionally scraping her G-spot. "Take care of everything that's been building up." Your voice is full of seduction, making Yunjin almost fall for it.

When Yunjin felt that she had reached her peak, she suddenly heard a noise. Yunjin was surprised Surprised, you unconsciously close your thighs, but the doctor's fingers remain inside and don't come out.

It was your boyfriend's sleep talk,

You laugh at Yunjin's behavior and say, "I told you, don't worry and enjoy yourself. You'll never get caught."

Yunjin stutters in embarrassment. "Well… I'm still so anxious that I'll get caught." You smile proudly and wiggle your fingers inside her body, intentionally making loud and lewd sounds. "So what if I get caught? It's my fault for not satisfying Yunjin."

Yunjin blushes and tries to calm down. "Don't say that…" Yunjin's love juice flowed out even more.

"You are such a beautiful woman. Even the way you look so horny right now." You smiled, caressing her breasts with one hand and still caressing her pussy with the other. "Are you excited for your first proper sex?"

Yunjin gritted her teeth to keep herself from making a louder sound. The caressing of her nipple made her weak. She had not been satisfied for a long time. She had never been satisfied with sex with him, and the gap could not be filled even with alone time. She quickly became addicted to your skilled technique. The long-vacant spot seemed to have found a home, clinging to his long, thick fingers.

You moved faster and faster, occasionally handling her sensitive parts in different ways. Yunjin felt the heat gathering deep inside her body, feeling the heat as if it was going to burst. She gripped the sheets tightly and looked at you with excited eyes, unable to hold back the gasp that escaped her mouth any longer.

You smiled wickedly and pushed your hand further into her pussy, almost digging into her cervix. "Relax and leave it to me. I'll do it well I'll do it for you." Yunjin reaches her peak under your caress. At that moment, she feels as if the dirt she's been buried for a long time is disappearing, and her walls tightly wrap around your fingers and moan repeatedly.

You take your fingers away with a satisfied expression. Her expression is filled with happiness. Yunjin is panting. She knows it's wrong, but because of your kindness, she feels the happiness she's lost for a long time.

"Ms. Yunjin, how much must it have built up for you to go to caress and we haven't even started yet." You smile and gently slide your fingers along the inside of her thigh. Her body responds to your hand, her love juices continuing to leak out.

Yunjin closes her eyes, feeling the afterglow of her orgasm still lingering in her body. Her cheeks turn red and her lips part slightly, as if she's still immersed in happiness.

"I… don't know what to do. I know it's wrong, but I want to have proper sex." Yunjin's voice is thin like a mosquito, filled with shame and longing…

You lean into her ear and whisper. "Don't worry. Today, I'll make Yunjin experience unprecedented happiness." You reach out and caress her breasts, running your thumbs over her pink nipples. Yunjin immediately becomes attractive, and she gasps heavily and trembles all over.

You lower your head and put her nipple in your mouth, licking it gently, while your other hand continues to rub between her legs. Yunjin holds the sheet tightly with both hands and raises her head, moaning intermittently from her mouth.

"You can't do this here… Your boyfriend will find out…" Yunjin tries her best to stop your movements, but it's no use. You have a brilliant idea at her reaction.

You lifted Yunjin and headed to the bed where your boyfriend was.

Yunjin, who was in your arms, tried to get away with a surprised expression, but she couldn't, and eventually the two of you arrived at the bed.

"Don't worry. He would never know, his girlfriend is crazy about another man's dick." You say, moving your fingers quickly. Yunjin reaches her climax again next to her boyfriend, and collapses weakly on the bed in pleasure.

Yunjin is still shaking slightly from the aftermath of her orgasm, so she unbuckles your belt and takes out his already erect huge dick. "Mr. Yunjin, now show me how desperate you are." He pats her lower body and looks at her with authority.

Yunjin bites her lip and looks up at you with lustful eyes, fascinated by his dick even though her boyfriend is next to her. "You can do whatever you want, Mr. Yunjin."

Yunjin opens her mouth with a happy smile and puts your huge dick in her mouth. Your dick immediately fills her mouth and reaches deep into her throat. Yunjin is slightly out of breath.

I felt it, but I still tried hard to swallow it up and down.

Yunjin completely forgot that her boyfriend was next to her. She started to focus solely on satisfying her own desires.

Seeing her having a hard time swallowing, you gently stroked her head and said, "You can take it slow. The night is long and it's all your time." As you said that, you grabbed her head, straightened her waist, and started to forcefully put it in her mouth.

She whimpered as she felt your glans on the back of her neck. You moved it in and out of her mouth, causing waves of pleasure. When Yunjin thought she couldn't hold out any longer, you suddenly pulled your hand out, causing Yunjin to exhale sharply.

Yunjin knelt on the bed, panting, and wiped the mucus from the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue. She knew that she must look very lewd at this moment, but the unconcealed desire in your eyes made her a little proud.

"Yunjin, your little mouth is really nice. Your skills are really great. It's so pitiful to be with a man who can't repay you for this kind of caressing." You grab your dick and shake it in front of her, and Yunjin unconsciously licks her lips.

"Now it's time to please Yunjin. I'll show you real happiness." You lean forward and push Yunjin onto the bed. You make her pussy even wetter.

Yunjin grabs your shoulder and begs. The desire inside her body burns even more intensely at the feeling she hasn't felt in a long time. You grab her waist and insert yourself into her warm and soft body.

"Ah——!" Yunjin couldn't help but scream, and he immediately covered his lips and shook his waist violently. The immense pleasure washed over her like a wave, and Yunjin moaned sadly, completely losing the strength to resist.

“Relax and feel my dick, I’ll send you to heaven,” you mutter in her ear as you increase your speed. You hit her most sensitive spot, and yunjin’s legs are pulled up to your shoulders, her entire body arching in a beautiful arc.

You start to enjoy her more by humiliating her with yunjin’s reaction. “I like my dick, so call me honey. Don’t be so small, but a big dick.”

Then she starts calling you honey without hesitation. “Uh… honey… it’s so good, it’s the best.” yunjin sobs, completely consumed by pleasure.

You bend down and kiss yunjin’s lips. Their tongues explore each other. yunjin hugs your neck tightly, begging for more.

“You’re mine, yunjin. From now on, I can enjoy your delicious pussy whenever I want.” Your low voice echoed in Yunjin’s ears, and her whole body magically got goosebumps.

However, Yunjin must have had a little conscience, “No… I can’t… I have a boyfriend…” she said, but Yunjin’s eyes were pleading with you, wanting you, and you stabbed her deepest part of her body with your dick again at her attitude.

“Boyfriend? That’s nothing. Only I can give you true happiness. I know how much your body yearns for me.” You stroke her nipples. Yunjin’s breasts changed into various shapes in your hands, and soon swelled and erected.

“Ah… no… I’m dying…” Yunjin didn’t think of stopping at the signal and pushed her even further. Her honey steadily flowed out, almost soaking her joints. Each thrust of yours gave her a pleasure she had never experienced before.

“Come on, tell me you’re honey, not that guy who can’t act like a man.” You whisper in her ear, and it’s almost hypnotic, and Yunjin falls into a violent desire.

“Honey, it feels so good, I’m happy now…” Yunjin sobs, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, and her consciousness seems to have drifted away from her body.

Yunjin feels like she’s about to orgasm, but your sudden interruption leaves her feeling empty. “Please don’t stop, honey, keep putting your dick in me, it feels so good,” she pleads, squeezing your dick.

You laugh, “How did you hold back with this kind of lust?” You start thrusting again, almost sending Yunjin to heaven with every thrust.

“Ah~! "I love you so much, honey, honey" Yunjin moans loudly, holding onto your back with both hands, leaving red prints. Her cervix contracts violently and a hot stream of water spurts, soaking their private parts.

"It's gone, how's it going, my dick." You pull away from her body. Yunjin flops down on the bed, panting, with a satisfied look on her face.

"I'm happy, honey… This is my first time experiencing something like this…" Yunjin says gratefully, but you haven't cum yet.

"It's starting now, Yunjin. We can do this all night." You laugh wickedly and hug yunjin.

You hug yunjin and bite her neck. yunjin instinctively moaned, but you grabbed her chin and said, "If you want more of my dick, show me how to do it. Otherwise, we'll end it here."

Yunjin had to understand what you were saying and find a way to please you. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to feel your dick in the future. She blushed and begged. "Keep putting your dick in, honey. It feels so good. Just fuck me with that big dick."

"Great." You bury your head in her chest again. yunjin felt pleasure spreading from her nipples. She twists her body unconsciously and wraps both hands tightly around your neck.

"Um… honey… I want your big dick…" yunjin shyly says her thoughts. You seem very touched, and your deep laughter echoes through the room.

"Then take as much as you want." Your You hold your dick and put it on Yunjin’s lips. Yunjin happily stretches out her tongue and licks the front of it. You raise your head and narrow your eyes happily.

Yunjin carefully swallows your dick into her mouth, trying hard to please the man in front of her. You put your hand on her head and teach her how to suck it better. Yunjin follows your instructions and does her best to please him.

“You’re the best, Yunjin. I really like your small mouth.” You stroke her head as if you are grateful, and Yunjin smiles happily, realizing that your efforts were not in vain.

You enjoy Yunjin’s warm mouth, running your fingers through her hair, and occasionally caressing her cheek. Yunjin focuses on serving the big dick in front of her. Although it was a little difficult, she was very devoted.

“Do you like this position, honey?” Yunjin leaves a mark on the corner of her mouth and raises her head. asks.

"Of course yunjin your little mouth matches my dick well." You praise yunjin while holding her face in your hand and kissing her. yunjin smiles happily at your compliment and closes his eyes, falling into a sweet kiss.

After a long time, the two of you break apart. yunjin blushes and asks softly, "Can I eat your dick?" You laugh. "Of course, honey come and eat my dick."

yunjin holds onto her hot desire and obediently climbs onto your body and sits down slowly. "Ah~~" An exclamation bursts out of her mouth. Your dick is so full of her pussy that it almost makes her burst.

"Calm down yunjin, you'll get used to it." You say softly in her ear, holding her waist with both hands and helping her swing. yunjin starts moving up and down slowly, continuing to push inside of you. The two of you soon find the perfect rhythm.

"Your dick is so big that it's all inside, it's so good~" Yunjin kept panting

"Your boyfriend is right next to us, are you riding his dick? How lewd." You suddenly said. Yunjin's movements suddenly stopped and quickly started again.

She turned her head to look at him for a moment and said. "What are you talking about, honey… It's my boyfriend, honey…" Yunjin's face turned red like fire. "I like your big dick, honey, you make me so happy…"

You laughed lightly. "Yeah, a man who can't satisfy you is not worthy, you're mine now." She made a happy expression at your words, and you made her extremely excited as you thought about your future relationship with her.

"I… I'm just excited… I like getting fucked by you like this…" Yunjin admitted shyly, but you felt an unprecedented excitement at her words. She saw your reaction and her movements became more intense, and he almost penetrated her.

Yunjin no longer cares about shame and just wants to enjoy this forbidden pleasure. Your dick is like the strongest aphrodisiac that makes her unable to get off. "I'm cumming… honey… harder…" Yunjin continues to moan while shaking her chest violently, and she will soon reach the peak of her orgasm.

He sees Yunjin's state before her climax and for her. He grabs Yunjin's shaking chest and kneads it in various shapes, and his dick continues to pump upwards in time with Yunjin's movements.

"Ugh~ Honey, you squeezed too hard. Please be a little softer~" Contrary to her words, Yunjin wanted it.

Shake your waist harder.

"Don't stop, baby, let's cum together." You gasp and hold onto Yunjin's slender waist with both hands. You accelerate your thrusts as you feel the liquid overflowing inside her body.

"Baby, I'm about to cum~ Almost~ Ahhh~~" Yunjin's high-pitched scream pierces the sky, and a wave of heat rises deep inside her pussy and wraps around your cock. She also feels your cock swell and throbs inside her and knows that you're going to cum.

"Give it to me! Cum all over me, baby!" Yunjin moaned as she hugged you. Your cock finally ejaculated a large amount of cum inside her.

Yunjin is lost in the pleasure she's been wanting so much, and every cell in her body is filled with satisfaction. You lie beneath her panting, your bodies still connected, enjoying the afterglow of your climax.

After a while, you laid her down next to you, and yunjin's face turned red, and she smiled contently while looking at you with loving eyes.

But it wasn't enough to solve yunjin's long-standing desire, and she wanted to be filled again, holding the big dick stained with each other's love juices and moving it up and down.

You laid down on the bed and let yunjin take the lead. You stroke yunjin's long, soft hair with one hand and caress her flushed face with the other. "Yunjin is a woman who is really thirsty for dick." You joke.

yunjin blushed and lowered her head, but her body trembled again as soon as your fingers caressed the tip of her tongue. You smiled and said in her ear, "Don't be shy. We'll have a lot of fun in the future. I like you."

Yunjin looked back at her boyfriend lying next to her again, smiling, as if she had completely forgotten about him. She knew that once she put your erection in her mouth, she would never look back. Yunjin's reason and emotions all started to turn towards you, and you saw through her heart, "Come on, do it as much as you love me." His voice was low and sexy, so Yunjin couldn't help but obey.

As soon as his glans entered Yunjin's mouth, her warmth and slipperiness enveloped her. He hummed contentedly, grabbed the back of her head with one hand, and started pumping it with his mouth. Yunjin looked up at you with eyes full of lust, and. She began to feel a new love from you.

Your dick grew bigger and harder in her mouth, and soon her small mouth was full. Yunjin was completely out of breath and struggling. But she could feel that you were going to cum.

The moment you were about to climax, his enthusiastic mouth was interrupted by his tossing and turning next to you. Yunjin looked at you with a puzzled expression, but he admired the excitement shining in your eyes.

"Okay, honey. "I'll cum as much as I love you." You whisper, grabbing Yunjin's long hair and sucking it deeper. Yunjin nods happily, completely giving up resistance and deciding to be a woman for you.

Yunjin kneels and swallows your huge cock. Her mouth is filled with sweet taste, but she wants you more and continues to lick and suck your cock.

Even though her boyfriend is sleeping right next to her, she is asleep, not knowing that her lovely girlfriend is having sex with her friend.

Yunjin grabs your butt with both hands and pushes you deeper into her mouth. She knew that you would cum again. That's why she wanted to put his cock in her mouth even more. You also want to feel her mouth more, so you grab your head with both hands and start pushing it hard into her mouth. Yunjin feels your glans penetrating deep into her throat and gets even more excited, doing your best to please you.

Finally, you cum in Yunjin's mouth. She is happy With a smile, you tried to swallow all of your cum, but some of it flowed out from the corner of your mouth due to the large amount. You reached out and put the cum on her lips into her mouth, then ordered her to “get on top of that poor man.”

Yunjin obediently followed your words, and her boyfriend’s face was asleep in front of her eyes.

However, her guilt had long since disappeared, and she was eagerly waiting for your cum.

You also got on top of her and aimed your cum at her pussy. Yunjin enjoyed this situation of enjoying herself with her friend on top of her boyfriend below her, and she was excited.

Yunjin moaned loudly at your sudden penetration.

Yunjin was inserted into your huge cum, and her body was already surrendering to your cum, falling into pleasure. She had no intention of holding back her moans, even though her boyfriend was underneath her. Every time you hit her harder, she whimpers.

You are thrusting into Yunjin's body with all your might. Yunjin was having sex with this and making love.

Your hands are holding onto Yunjin's slender waist, and the flesh is shaking with each penetration. Your dick is filling her insides, drawing a lot of love juice from her.

Yunjin's love juice even stained her boyfriend's clothes below.

"Ah… I love it so much, it's the best." She longed for you even more, and you changed her movements to be even more intense. She fell into pleasure and completely out of control to your rhythm. Her moans were incredibly loud, and she didn't care if her boyfriend heard her anymore, and she just wanted to release the desire in her body.

Finally, after a fierce shock, you moaned and buried yourself deep in Yunjin's body. Hot semen spurted out, and her whole body shook. Yunjin also reached her climax at this moment, and her legs lost their strength and she couldn't stand.

He slowly pulled out his dick and looked at Yunjin's blank face with a satisfied expression.

Yunjin leaned weakly in your arms and stared blankly ahead. She knew that she couldn't go back to being shy and naive. She was now just a doll in your hands, and you could play with her and transform her as you pleased.

You held Yunjin and laid her down on the bed. Yunjin looked straight into your eyes and smiled beautifully. Built. You lean down to her and give her love by kissing her lips.

"I love you, you are mine now" you whisper in her ear, and she smiles happily and hugs me. "I like you too"

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priv4meprpny · 9 hours ago

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could you do a impregnating Wonyoung smut? but where she consents instead of it being non-con.

Lovely wife

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

wonyoung x m reader

Tags: creampie ,Pregnant

Word count: 4717

IVE Jang Won-young She has enjoyed immense popularity since IZ*ONE, and in terms of visuals, she is the best among the 4th generation idols. She's my wife.

Since Won-young is an idol, dating is taboo, but we always did our best not to get caught, and as a result, we ended up getting married in secret.

However, due to Won-young's busy schedule, we didn't have much time together. That's why we were always hot and happy when we were together.

The company gave Won-young, who worked hard without a day off, a vacation, and she happily asked me to go on a trip.

However, because she was an idol, she couldn't date ordinary people.

However, she was incredibly happy that she had time with me, and decided to go on a hotel vacation without being disturbed by others.

The day before the trip, she packed her bags with excitement and great anticipation for the trip with me. She looked so lovely and made me happy.

The next day, we packed our bags and headed straight to the hotel. We checked in and unpacked right away and started to enjoy our vacation.

This hotel was a place where we could enjoy without worrying about the privacy of celebrities.

We had a simple meal and started to enjoy a full-fledged date.

We watched various programs provided by the hotel, such as massages and movies.

We had a happy time like that, and soon it was evening, and we decided to drink wine together in the room.

We started to have a conversation while drinking wine, just like any other newlywed couple, and the mood got warmer, and we explored each other's lips and kissed deeply, and headed to the bedroom.

When we arrived at the bedroom, she pushed me onto the bed and started to take off her clothes.

She started to do a strip show just for me. She made seductive gestures and expressions to me, and one by one, she took off her underwear, and I started to get even more excited when I saw it.

She wore lingerie underwear that was different from usual for me, and I couldn't help but admire her beautiful body and the combination of it.

She was satisfied with my reaction, and sat down in front of me, took off her pants, exposed her cock, and said, “I’ll make it better for you, oppa,” and stroked my cock to make it erect.

She then bit her lower lip with a lustful expression, and began to caress my cock with her mouth.

She slowly licked the glans with her tongue and sucked it slowly.

I stroked her head and moaned faintly.

She looked up at me with a bright smile, “Do you like it, oppa?” I asked, and when I nodded to her answer, she started to really suck my dick quickly..

She knew what I liked, so she put my dick in her mouth, moved her head back and forth, and sometimes used her tongue to lick my dick, and knew the right timing and intensity, and she took my dick out of her mouth, stroked it with her hand, sucked my balls, and said, "Oppa, I love your dick so much," and put my dick up to her throat and deep-throated it, pleasuring me.

I had a lot of experience with her, but her mouth still drove me crazy.

Then she took my dick out of her mouth, and said, "Oppa, I want to do it now," and I laid her down on the bed and started to take off her lingerie.

When I took off her bra, her beautiful nipples rose up to greet me, and when I took off her panties, due to excitement, a lot of love juice came out, and a thin thread was connected to her pussy and panties. It broke.

“Oppa, put it in right away, I want to feel it quickly,” she said, acting cute, and I tried to put on a condom right away.

She immediately stopped me, saying, “Oppa, just do it today, I want to feel all of it.”

I smiled at her lovely request, and immediately aligned my cock with her vagina, and slowly inserted my cock.

As my cock filled her entire vagina, she moaned softly, and said, “Oppa, it’s so good, I love you, oppa,” and squeezed my cock, and I started having sex with her in earnest.

When I started to poke her pussy hard, I slid in a little further each time I inserted it. Wonyoung looked up at me with eyes full of lust and happiness and moaned to the rhythm.

“Oppa, Wonyoung, I love you so much, do it faster.” I started to insert it deeper and faster each time as she wished, and as my cock hit her cervix, she fell into a swamp of pleasure. Her body trembled with the power of my penetration, and her pussy squeezed my cock even more.

He grabbed her ass and started to pound her while holding her in place, and I rubbed her clitoris with my hand for her. Her pussy started to release more fluid.

"Okay, Wonyoung?" I growled and gave her a short kiss. “I’m so happy I think I’m going to cum, oppa”

I listened to her words and poked her pussy with her favorite rhythm, and she quickly orgasmed and ejaculated on my dick.

Then her pussy tightened even more, and I started to poke Wonyoung’s pussy again, who had just finished ejaculating.

She, who had not yet orgasmed, was moaning loudly at my insertion.

I also felt the signs of ejaculation soon, and I told her about it.

“Wonyoung, I think I’m going to cum.”

She looked up at me with the most lustful expression I had seen today, and said,

“Do it inside, oppa. I want to have a pretty story like you.”

I ejaculated right away, in the deepest part of her pussy, at her lovely plea.

Her pussy was filled with my cum, and when I pulled out my dick, the cum that her narrow pussy couldn’t handle was coming out.

I lay down next to her, exhausted, and she was like that. After kissing me

"I'm so happy to be with you, oppa"

That's how we ejaculated all our cum into her pussy during our vacation.

A few days later, I got home from work.

She ran up to me, and showered me with kisses, and then said with the happiest smile in the world, "Oppa, I'm pregnant. I'm so happy I can have a beautiful baby who looks like you."

I was so happy to see Wonyoung happy, and I also hugged her with joy.

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priv4meprpny · 9 hours ago

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Kim Chaewon sex slave breeding smut?

Master

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

chaewon x m reader

Tags: non-con

Word count: 6867

I am the owner of a cell phone store in Seoul. Today, as usual, I saw off many customers and sat down on a chair to rest.

At that time, a customer came in. She had her face covered tightly with a mask and a hat, and I thought she was one of the celebrities who came in occasionally. The customer approached me and handed me a cell phone with a broken LCD, and asked for it to be repaired.

I was able to figure out who the customer was right away. The beautiful face visible through the mask and hat, and her lovely speech She was none other than Chaewon of Seraphim, and I recognized her right away because I was a fan of hers.

She then asked when the repair would be completed, and I gave her an approximate time. She said she would be there at that time and left, and I went straight to the repair. Her LCD was in shambles, and the entire film had to be replaced, and it didn't take long.

I decided to look through her cell phone in the remaining time before she came. I knew I shouldn't do this, but I was curious about what my favorite celebrity would do, so I immediately looked at her phone. There were posts with her friends and family, just like any other adult woman, and I could also check if she had a boyfriend, which I was most curious about. Her contacts only had business contacts,

and I felt a sense of relief for some reason. Next, I went into her gallery and started checking out her photos. There were only selfies of her beautiful appearance, and I slowly scrolled down with regret, and there was a locked file.

I unzipped the file right away, and there was something amazing there. There were full of naked photos of Chaewon, and each one contained her beauty.

I immediately copied the photos to my hard drive, and was viewing them on a larger screen.

I assumed that the photos were files for Chaewon to capture her beautiful body. In the photos, she was posing and taking pictures of herself. While I was looking at the pictures, Chaewon came back, and I handed her the repaired phone as if nothing had happened, and when she tried to pay, I refused to pay, saying I was a fan.

She was surprised that her presence had been discovered, but thanked me and left.

I immediately cleaned up the store, put up a closed sign, and left work.

I went home. I backed up the pictures I got from Chaewon's phone to my home computer, and started masturbating using those pictures.

Her beautiful body was more exciting than any adult video. I started imagining what it would feel like to have sex with her. The feeling of her sucking my dick. The feeling of her pussy. Her moans,

Just imagining it made me so excited, and I ejaculated right away.

During the sage time that came after ejaculation, I looked at her pictures and had a brilliant idea.

With this picture, Chaewon was threatened to have sex with her.

With her phone number, she took a naked picture of herself,

and said, “If you don’t want this to spread, come to the address I sent you.”

Then, 10 minutes later, she arrived at my house,

and knocked on the door right away.

She came in the same clothes she had in the morning,

and I immediately opened the door to welcome her.

As soon as she came in, she looked at my face with a betrayed expression.

“You… are my fans, and yet you do this?”

I ignored her words and led her inside the house, and without hesitation, I got straight to the point.

“If I delete this picture, will you do anything?” Then she immediately nodded and said, “I’ll do it all, so please erase it.”

After hearing that, I immediately took off my pants and said, “Then suck my dick.” Then she looked at me with a shocked face, and I laughed at her expression, and said to her again, “Hurry up and suck it, if you don’t want the pictures to be public.”

“Please, I’ll do anything but that. I can give you as much money as you want.” “Um… Where should I post it so that more people can see it? Instagram? Twitter?” “Okay… I’ll do it, just this much?” “It depends on what our Chaewon does.”

She sat in front of me and started stroking my dick. Le Sserafim’s leader, Chaewon’s caressing, a popular K-pop star, immediately made my dick erect, and she immediately put my dick in her mouth and started sucking it.

Her skills were better than I thought, and I immediately moaned and started enjoying her mouth. Her saliva quickly soaked my dick and covered my dick while sucking it like crazy, and she started to suck my dick in earnest.

She nodded and swallowed my dick all, and then she tongued my glans to the root

“Wow, our Chaewon is really good! You must have done it a lot?”

I admired her skills and humiliated her, and she ignored my words and focused on sucking my dick.

Her skills and feeling were much better than I had thought, and I grabbed her head and started deepthroating her.

She was surprised and tried to get out of me, but it was no use, and I put my neck in and started feeling it.

Her narrow and warm mouth seemed to be leading me to heaven,

But her mouth was so stimulating, and when I told her a deep story, she immediately pulled out her dick and started coughing.

I felt satisfied with her appearance, so I lifted her up and threw her on the bed, and when I tried to take off her pants, she kicked me with her feet and resisted fiercely, saying. “You said you could do it with your mouth,”

“Chaewon, how can you stop without even squirting? You’re such a bad person.”

“No… Then I’ll make you squirt with your mouth… Please.”

In order to discipline her uncooperative attitude, I grabbed her hair and whispered in her ear.

“Chaewon, if you keep disobeying me, I’ll leak everything. So don’t resist and beg like a prostitute.”

Then she finally became docile, and I took off her pants to reveal her vagina, and I started caressing it.

She was quickly lubricated with her love juice, and I started rubbing my cock against her vagina.

She moaned softly, and looked at me, and I sent her a signal with my eyes.

“Please put it in. Put that cock in my vagina.” I smiled, satisfied with her pleas, and started inserting it.

Then she moaned and accepted my dick, and I slowly began to savor her pussy.

Her pussy was so tight, and it felt even better than I expected.

But what excited me even more was Chaewon's expression as she looked up at me with a panting and excited expression while being stuck on my dick.

"Would you like me to be eaten? Chaewon?"

She nodded and answered "Yes," and I began to thrust into her pussy as she wished.

Then she started to moan primally, saying "Oh my God-!", and her body trembled under me, her pussy gripped my dick, and her internal muscles squeezed as if they had been waiting for me. I felt her heat, her love juices enveloping me, welcoming my dick.

"Beg for my dick more, Chaewon," I repeated, thrusting my dick deep into her again, almost completely out, at a brutal pace. “Please give me more, I like it, please more…” Chaewon’s moans filled the room. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Say master.” “Oh my god, master,” she whimpered, her body shaking from my intense thrusts.

“Good! You whore? My dick poking your pussy?” I growled, taking off her top and starting to suck on her hard nipples.

“Yes… I like it, master.” She cried hoarsely. “Please give me more…”

I leaned down and kissed her neck, leaving my mark. With each thrust, I went deeper and harder, my dick hitting her cervix, and she was looking at heaven. Her body was soaked in pleasure, longing for my dick.

“Master… I…” Chaewon couldn’t finish her words, and as she orgasmed, she gripped my dick even tighter.

I continued to pound her as hard as I could, making her orgasm even bigger. Her moans echoed throughout the room, and she ejaculated on my bed and cock.

But I continued to poke her pussy. She couldn't forget her words because she had just ejaculated, and she was panting and squeezing my cock even harder.

I soon felt the moment of ejaculation, and said, "Chaewon, I think I'm going to cum."

She looked up at me with a lustful expression, "Master, cum all over me. All of it."

I put my last bit of strength into her and started ejaculating, as she wished.

She was moaning happily as she felt my cum. After ejaculating for a long time, I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and my cum leaked out from her narrow pussy, and I felt satisfied watching that, took a picture, and gave her a short kiss and whispered in her ear. “I will ask you to take good care of me in the future, you whore.”

She smiled faintly and said, “Yes master.”

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priv4meprpny · 9 hours ago

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New love

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

haewon x m reader

Tags: cheating

Word count: 5735.

I decided to go on a trip with my girlfriend this vacation.

I was not used to making plans like this, so I was immature, but since it was my first trip with my girlfriend, I prepared as best I could, and told her about the trip plan.

She asked me to have a fun trip, saying that I had worked hard. It was that her friend would travel with me during the trip.

I wanted to go on my first trip alone with her,

but I reluctantly accepted her earnest request, and she was happy and grateful for my permission.

On the day of the trip, I got in the car and headed to where my girlfriend was waiting.

My girlfriend and her friend were there, and I ran to my girlfriend, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, hugged her, and said hello to her friend. "Hello, my name is Haewon."

When I first saw her, I was amazed by her pretty face and cute appearance.

However, since I had my girlfriend, I quickly came to my senses, and put her in my car and headed there.

We listened to music and talked while driving, and even the travel time was enjoyable, and her friend also had similar tastes to me, so we quickly became close.

After a long drive, we arrived at our accommodation, and immediately moved and unpacked our luggage,

and decided to get back in the car and go explore the landmarks of the area. The three of us walked around here and there, taking pictures, having fun, and looking for good restaurants.

We had a great time, and soon it was evening, and we decided to have a drink at our accommodation.

We drank one or two glasses, and soon we got drunk and became tense, and started talking about this and that again, and my girlfriend liked having fun together, so she started drinking a lot.

I knew she wasn't good at drinking, so I tried to stop her, but I was satisfied with her happy face, and decided to leave her alone.

But my girlfriend got drunk even faster and eventually passed out, so I laid her down on the bed and left.

So the two of us were drinking awkwardly, and suddenly I wondered why Haewon didn't have a boyfriend.

No man could hate her beauty and cuteness, so I asked her,

and for some reason she became discouraged and said something that made her feel less confident, so I was worried about her, so I sat down next to her and started comforting her. I complimented her beauty and her lively personality, and told her that I would have dated her if I didn't have a girlfriend.

I thought I made a slip of the tongue, so I tried to fix it, but for some reason her expression was shy and she was looking at me, and I was fascinated by her intoxication and beauty, and I started kissing her, which I absolutely should not do.

She also accepted me, and we started kissing passionately. She closed her eyes tightly and moved her tongue, and we were kissing like lovers. I naturally put my hand on her chest and stroked it, and she let out a short moan between kisses and placed my other hand on her chest, wanting more, and I stroked and grabbed her chest while kissing her, and it became even more intense.

Then she broke the kiss and said, “Let’s go to bed, oppa,” with a shy expression, biting her lower lip, and I was excited by her shy request, so I quickly picked her up and hugged her, and headed to the room.

After laying her down on the bed, I took off all my clothes, climbed on top of her, and started taking off her clothes too.

She was naked, and I started to admire her again.

Her body was so beautiful and pretty, just like her face, and her excited erection and her flushed pussy were more beautiful than anything else.

I immediately put a condom on my dick, rushed to her, and began to enjoy her body. With my mouth, I licked and sucked her nipple, making her even more excited, and I kneaded and spread the inside of her thighs with my hands, and then I kissed her pussy.

Then she moaned happily and looked at me, “Oppa, put it in now.”

I immediately climbed on top of her, spread her legs, and placed my dick on her pussy.

Then she looked up at me with an expectant expression, and her expression quickly changed to one full of lust.

I slowly put my dick in her pussy and moaned, and she moaned a few times as well. "Ah, oppa, it's good"

She moaned softly as my dick filled her inside. I asked her, "Do you like it?" "Yes, oppa, it's so good," I slowly pulled my dick out of her pussy at her answer,

She looked at me with a pleading expression as I prepared to insert it deep inside her pussy again. I slowly started to poke her pussy again, and she moaned happily, "Oppa, please do it faster, more," I gave her a short kiss,

And as soon as I went back in, I started to poke her pussy at a faster speed. "Oppa, it's so deep," she said, her voice starting to crack, and she screamed as my testicles started to hit her round cheeks, and she gasped with each pump I gave her.

My dick went deep into her pussy and I was enjoying the tightness of her pussy. "Oppa, it's so good, it's all inside me, I'm happy," she said, and I started to pound her harder, watching her love juices gradually pour out of her pussy.

I was having my first experience with her, and we I felt like we were meant to be. Sex with her was incomparably enjoyable, and so was my current girlfriend.

But she must have felt the same way as me, she placed her hands on her chest while moaning and panting at my insertion. "Oppa! Oppa! I'm so happy, so… I really love you," she screamed with each pump. She started to stroke her nipple to my rhythm, and I enjoyed my cock disappearing into her pussy as she moaned and screamed at my cock and begged for more and more.

I felt my cum coming out quickly from the pleasure she was giving me and told her. Then she said, "I'll suck it." She got up and said. She took the condom off my cock and slowly opened her mouth and started sucking my cock. She slowly savored my entire cock and soon started putting all of it in her mouth. She immediately shook her head back and forth, pleasuring my cock, and her expression showed that she was enjoying it too. I saw her expression and grabbed her hair and increased the speed while pushing my cock into her mouth harder. She gagged and spat so hard that my cock became a pudding mess mixed with saliva.

But she quickly recovered and "I like your cock, oppa." She said while kissing my cock. I was happy with the pleasure her mouth was giving me. Surprised, I asked her to suck more. Then she started to lick and suck my cock hard with her cute smile. "You're so good, you really are good." I told her. "I love you too, oppa." She replied.

I was on the verge of ejaculation from the pleasure she gave me, and when I told her, she started to suck my cock even more.

I moaned into her mouth and ejaculated a lot of cum, and she started to take it all in her mouth.

After I finished ejaculating, I took my cock out of her mouth, and she smiled at me and opened her mouth to show me the cum that had ejaculated, and swallowed all of my cum, and said, "Your cum is really delicious, oppa."

I loved her so much that I hugged her tightly, and she also hugged me back.

That's how I started to enjoy my happy journey with Haewon.

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priv4meprpny · 9 hours ago

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My whore

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jiwoo x m reader

tags: non-con, anal, creampie

NMIXX Jiwoo She is a lovely, pretty and cute woman. Every time I saw her, I always thought I wanted to have sex with her, and to suppress that desire, I masturbated every night while thinking of her, but my feelings for her grew stronger, and I thought I wanted to rape Jiwoo to relieve my desire.

The next day, after NMIXX finished her schedule and returned to the company, I put my plan into action.

After sending all the other members in, I went to the most secluded place in the company with Jiwoo if there was anything I could do, and as soon as I got there,

I pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply. She was startled and tried to resist, but my momentum overwhelmed her, and I didn't plan on giving her a chance.

I took off her pants and exposed her pussy, and she resisted and tried to get away from me. I spread her legs and started caressing her right away. When I put two fingers in her tight pussy, she moaned and stopped resisting, and I started to humiliate her. "Do you like it that much? Look forward to it. I'll make you crazy today."

I kissed her again and poked her pussy at an incredibly fast speed, and her legs gradually lost strength from my caresses, and as her love juice increased, I took my hand out of her pussy and showed it to her. "Our Jiwoo has a lot of love juice, and it's the best."

Then Jiwoo's legs completely gave out, and I lifted her up and placed her on the desk. She then cried and begged, "Please stop. Please…"

and took off her pants and took out my cock.

However, Jiwoo looked shocked when she saw my cock that was quickly erect, and I began to feel satisfied with her expression. "Do you get excited when you see my vagina?" I said and started rubbing my vagina against her vagina, and she shook her head from side to side, and begged, "No, stop, please…" but I grabbed her head and fixed my gaze on my vagina, and said, "Look carefully," and slowly started inserting my vagina into her vagina.

Her vagina was so tight that it was hard to insert. But soon I filled her vagina with my vagina, and said, "Feel it well, Jiwoo. When I'm done, you'll beg for more," and started poking Jiwoo's vagina.

Then a moan burst out of her mouth, and more love juice came out, lubricating my vagina, and I started enjoying her vagina at an even faster pace.

"Jiwoo, you're so good. You're better than I thought." At the same time, I took off her top, exposing her breasts.

Her nipples were erect for me, and I caressed them by rubbing them with my fingers. "Do you like it that much, with our Jiwoo standing up to the top?"

She shook her head in cute rebellion, and I grabbed her nape and fixed my gaze on her, and said, "Jiwoo, I'll do it faster, feel my cock well."

I increased the speed and started fucking her pussy indiscriminately.

Then her pussy started to ooze love juice and squeezed around my cock even more.

As if it had been waiting for my cock.

"You whore, do you like it that much? You're squeezing it wildly while panting," I said, and began to humiliate her, and gradually increasing the speed, and caressing her in various ways.

While mixing in kisses, sucking and caressing her nipples, and occasionally rubbing her g-spot with my hand, she stopped begging me to stop earlier, and just moaned and squeezed, and it seemed like she was enjoying sex with me.

I felt that I was reaching my limit and told her, "Jiwoo, you're going to cum, you're so good" When I said that, She immediately started begging.

"Please, not inside, please…"

But I ignored her pleas and

I thrust deep inside her one last time And started to cum.

Her pussy was too narrow to hold my cum, And when I pulled out, My cum and her love juices mixed together and came out, And she looked exhausted and panting, And that was enough for my pussy to get erect again.

I stroked my pussy again and "It was so good, Jiwoo, but it's all gone again. Let's go to round 2 right away." When I whispered in her ear, She looked surprised and "Ah… no, it's too hard, please…" She begged, and I rubbed the mixture coming out of her pussy on her anus. “Don’t worry, Jiwoo, there are other holes left.”

She was surprised and tried to resist, but when I put two fingers in her anus and caressed her, she started to gasp and moan, and I lubricated her anus even more with the mixture from her pussy, and when her anus was ready, I immediately put my dick in and said, “What does Jiwoo’s anus taste like?”

Her anus gave me a tighter feeling than my pussy, and I started to poke her anus indiscriminately. Then Jiwoo moaned and panted louder than when I poked her pussy before, and said, “Jiwoo, you are a real natural whore,” and at the same time, I started to caress her pussy with my hand.

When I poked her pussy and anus at the same time in rhythm, her moaning became louder and more erotic, and she started to ejaculate. I thrust her anus and vagina at a faster speed for her, and eventually she ejaculated the most, to the point where she spurted all of my semen.

"Wow, Jiwoo, you were such a great whore. You were raped and you really wanted this?"

But Jiwoo couldn't respond to my words because of her ejaculation, and I also reached my climax once again, and after thrusting her anus indiscriminately, I ejaculated deep inside, and I immediately pulled my cock out of her anus.

Then she collapsed with all her might, and I was so satisfied watching a large amount of the mixture come out of her two holes, and I took a picture of her like that, and I whispered again, "You're really great. You were the best woman I've ever been with, and if you don't want the pictures to be made public, I'll be nice to you in the future."

Then she glared at me with a resentful expression, and I gave her a short kiss and left.

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priv4meprpny · 9 hours ago

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IVE Liz predator prey kink.

Math Trip

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

Liz x m reader

Tags: non-con

I fell in love with Liz, who was in the same class. Her beautiful face, her sexy body Made me masturbate thinking about her.

One day in May Our school was going to Busan for a school trip, and the bus pairings were decided by drawing lots, and I was lucky enough to go with Liz.

So our school gathered early in the morning and left on the bus. Everyone was asleep because they woke up early and were tired from the trip to Busan, and so was Liz.

Seeing Liz, whom I usually liked, sleeping soundly next to me my penis reacted on its own, and I couldn't hold it in. I immediately pulled down my pants slightly, took out my penis, and started stroking myself.

The thrill of being caught and the sight of Liz's face and thighs right next to me, excited me more than any adult video, and I secretly lifted her skirt and enjoyed looking inside.

However, as I stroked her, the sound and light touch woke Liz up, and her pupils dilated in surprise at my actions.

I was even more excited that she saw me, and I immediately started touching her body more boldly. I kneaded her breasts, touched her legs, and lifted her skirt to show her better. When she was about to scream in surprise, I covered her mouth with my hand and threatened her.

If this situation was found out, she would definitely be misunderstood, and it would interfere with her school life in the future. She listened to me and became quiet, and I demanded more from her.

"You hold mine and do it." She shook her head, saying no, but as I pressured her even more, she began to hold my dick and stroke it with an obedient expression.

The scene I had only imagined was happening to me now, and I felt so good. I started exploring her body with my free hands. I caressed her cheek and kissed her. She was surprised and tried to avoid it, but she remembered my threat and became obedient again. While kissing, I put my hand under her chest and spread her legs and rubbed her pussy over her underwear. Then I heard her moaning softly between kisses, and I broke the kiss and looked at her face.

Her face was filled with excitement from my caresses and a sense of urgency that she shouldn't be caught, and that excited me even more.

I started taking pictures of this scene with my phone just in case something happened. I quickly put my phone away as Liz was caressing my dick while rubbing her pussy, and Liz tried to stop me.

That's how we caressed each other's secret places, and soon my dick started to throbbed as if it was going to cum, and I ejaculated my cum into her hand without warning.

She looked at the semen on her hand and didn't know what to do, so she took out a tissue from her bag and wiped it, and I told her to wipe mine too. Then she carefully wiped my dick, and I immediately straightened my pants, and leaned against her and fell asleep as if nothing had happened.

After Liz's weakness, I started to make serious efforts to make her mine. I told the teacher that I was sick and resting in the dormitory. I was left in the dormitory, so I left the room and headed to a certain place, and knocked on the door.

Liz was waiting, so I smiled and went into the room. I told Liz to pretend to be sick like me and stay in the dormitory. I started kissing her without hesitation. I started exploring her body with my hands. I started from her chest and slowly went down to her stomach, butt, and vagina. I rubbed her vagina hard, and her legs lost their strength from the caress, and she fell down. I immediately took off my pants and put my erection in front of her and said. “Suck it.” She looked up at me with a surprised expression, and said with a forceful expression. “If you don’t want the rumor that you are a whore to spread, you have to do well.” She quickly changed her expression to obedient and started sucking my vagina. Her technique was rough, but I had never experienced anything like this before, so it was so exciting and good. I grabbed Liz's beautiful black hair and started looking up at her as she put my ** deep into her throat. Soon I started spanking her and moved to insert her pretty face.

After enjoying her mouth for a while, I let her go and she started coughing. But I didn't give her a break and threw her on the bed, took off all her clothes and started caressing her.

First I sucked and rubbed her plump breasts, and she started moaning and whining.

When I went to her ** to give her more pleasure, her ** was already wet and horny.

I immediately spread her legs and started rubbing my **.

She said with a pleading look.

"Please, not that. I've never done it before.

I'll do anything but that."

I ignored her words and inserted my penis right away.

Then she moaned loudly and accepted my penis.

I started pounding her Percy right away.

She moaned lustfully and squeezed my penis.

I started eating her faster.

She moaned and panted under me, her breasts shaking to the rhythm of my penetration. I took out my phone again to capture this scene.

While she was panting and moaning lovingly on my penis, Liz tried to stop me from filming, but she started orgasming in that situation, and I thought I had captured a satisfactory scene, so I finished and started enjoying her body.

While kissing her, caressing her breasts, and pushing her Percy, I felt that it was time for me to cum, so I pounded her Percy hard for the last time, and started to cum on her stomach. My cum came out in large quantities and started to splatter on her face. After meeting her, I covered her face with my cum again and told her.

"If you don't want to spread what I filmed today, listen to me next time."

She nodded with an expression that said she had just finished orgasming, and became my slave, hitting me everywhere.

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priv4meprpny · 9 hours ago

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Mask

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

sullyoon x m reader

Tags: non-con

NMIXX's sullyoon had a beautiful appearance, a body, and milky skin, everything a man could not hate. She had great skills, a bright personality, and a good image.

But it was all a mask. She was a bully who bullied me in school, and I had been waiting to get revenge on her.

I asked a detective agency to find out sullyoon's contact information and sent her a threatening text. She replied to my text right away with evidence of her bullying me in school and her past actions.

Instead of asking her about her past, I asked her to come to the meeting place and grant all my demands.

I arrived at the meeting place 10 minutes early. When I arrived, sullyoon was already there, and as soon as she saw my face, she ran over and apologized and asked for my forgiveness.

But my anger didn't subside with that much, so I got straight to the point.

“If you give me a chance to eat that beautiful body, I’ll forgive you.” She was shocked by my words and remained silent for a while.

I approached her and smiled and said, “Decide whether you’ll eat me and continue your celebrity life or end it like this.” “Please, can’t you give me something else? Money? I can give you as much money as you want.” She begged me to do so.

But I ignored her wishes and caressed her cheek again and said, “Suck my dick, sullyoon.”

Then, thinking that there was no more way out, she knelt in front of me and took off my pants to reveal my dick.

Maybe because of her face, I was already erect, and she immediately stroked my dick and opened her mouth to suck my dick.

For some reason, she began to suck my dick with great skill. She sucked my entire cock while shaking her head back and forth, and then licked my glans gently with her tongue, pleasuring me, and I asked her skillfully for a titjob, and she took off her top without saying anything, revealing her breasts.

I spread my legs wider to give her enough space to kneel between them. Sullyoon stroked my cock a few more times with her spit-soaked hand and began to slowly rub my cock against her right breast, making her head rub over her nipple and covering it with my cum, and both of us moaned in excitement. She bent down to lick my cock again before placing it between her soft breasts, squeezing it tightly with her hand and starting to rub his hard cock up and down, applying enough pressure. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock between her soft breasts. It was sliding in between them easily, and her breast felt so soft in contrast to her hard ribs that I felt underneath.

I almost ejaculated due to sullyoon's skillful caress, but I couldn't ejaculate without tasting her pussy, so I held it back desperately,

and ordered her to stand against the wall, then I pulled down her panties to her thighs and started to insert my cock into her pussy.

I smiled and slowly slid into her body.

She started to groan and pant at my penetration.

"Sullyoon, your pussy is so tight." I groaned and grabbed her buttocks more tightly with my hands.

Then, "Pant like a whore who wants my pussy, sullyoon."

She immediately said, "Harder, harder. Don't eat my pussy." She panted without a moment's hesitation,

and I began to question her skill, and I caressed both of her nipples with my hands and praised her.

Then she confessed that she had given her body to the CEO and sponsors during her debut, and I humiliated her even more. “Our sullyoon was a total rag, of course, compared to that, it’s delicious and soft.” I continued to humiliate her while panting, and before I knew it, I could feel my orgasm rising and my testicles tightening.

I made her kneel in front of me, and stroked my cock, and my cum poured out on sullyoon’s face.

She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of my cum touching her skin without any resistance.

I took a picture of her and showed it to her, saying, “From now on, come to me once a week and spread your legs, sullyoon, if you don’t want this picture and the fact that you bullied me to be revealed.”

She nodded at my words, and I left right away.

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priv4meprpny · 9 hours ago

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forbid love

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

minju x m reader

Tags: incest,oral

Minju is relaxing in her room after her first vacation since her debut.

"Minju, Park Minju"

"I am going"

She went straight to the kitchen in response to her mother's call. Her mother prepared the food, put it in containers, and then put it in bags.

"Mom, what's going on?"

"Please bring it to your brother"

"Yes, sir."

Minju accepted it easily because she always kept in touch with her brother and maintained a good relationship, He went to his room and started getting ready to meet his brother.

Minju started to decorate herself as much as possible because she met her brother after a long time. Do your best on your face and put clothes on your body, I chose it carefully.

Minju's mother came to the room and said

"Hurry up and bring The Minjoo's skills, I'm waiting for you.

"Yes~"

Minju quickly prepared for her mother's words and left the house.

Minju's older brother moved out of his parents' house because of work, and he became distant from his parents as he lived alone.

Even when his parents visited, he kicked them out, saying he wanted to be alone, and his parents were worried about their son, so they asked Minju, who was close to him, to do it.

She was excited to see her older brother after a long time, and after riding the bus for about an hour, they entered a five-story house and arrived at his quarters.

Minju pressed the intercom to call his older brother.

"Brother, it's Minju, open the door."

"Brother, your mom said to bring you some side dishes. Open the door."

His older brother didn't answer, so Minju unlocked the door, and entered if it was her birthday, and the door unlocked right away, and Minju felt good inside that her older brother had said it was her birthday.

She called her older brother again as she entered his house, but there was no answer, and she was organizing the side dishes in the refrigerator, feeling regretful and alone. Minju was about to leave the house after quickly putting the side dishes in his refrigerator, when she felt someone in the room, she immediately opened the door and called him.

"Oppa"

As soon as she entered, she was so shocked by the sight before her eyes that she froze.

He was wearing a headset and masturbating while watching porn on his computer.

While masturbating, he felt someone's presence and immediately turned around, and was extremely surprised to see his sister there,

and immediately put on his pants, approached her, and began to change the subject while muttering.

However, despite his efforts, Minju's gaze was still on the computer, and he quickly turned off the screen to block her from seeing it, remembering the porn he had played.

The reason he blocked the screen so much was because he was watching a deepfake porn with Minju's face photoshopped on it.

Her brother immediately approached Minju and calmed her down, and he was making excuses to her while talking about this and that.

But Minju was speechless, perhaps because of the shock, and her brother sat down, dumbfounded at the sight of Minju.

A few seconds later, “Oh, was that me you were looking at?”

Her brother got up again at her words and tried to make an excuse,

but when she said, “Don’t lie and tell me,” he nodded weakly.

Minju then looked at him with an incomprehensible expression and said, “Why were you looking at me?”

Then, he acted helplessly and was about to tell her

She looked into his eyes once more and said

"I wish you would tell me the truth, oppa."

He was at a loss at Minju's stubborn attitude and the emptiness that came after everything was found out and the situation where he couldn't take back what he said, and began to tell the truth.

"Minju, I did it because I liked you. I always got excited and happy when I thought of you I wish you were my girlfriend, not my family That's why I came here without knowing it. I'm really sorry."

Minju was shocked by his words, but she sympathized in her heart.

She also had feelings for his oppa, and that's why the sisters were always on good terms.

However, after telling him everything, his oppa stood there with a look on his face like his soul had left him.

Minju hugged him and said "I like you too."

Then her oppa looked at her in his arms with surprised eyes, and she looked at him with an incredibly loving smile.

He couldn't take his eyes off her lovely appearance, and made deep eye contact, and soon the two began to kiss deeply.

The two began to kiss incredibly passionately like lovers who hadn't seen each other for a long time. They explored each other's mouths and mixed their tongues. The two of them finally ended their kiss after a long time, and Minju sat him down on the chair again and took off his pants to reveal his cock.

She immediately grabbed his cock and stroked it, and his cock quickly began to grow. He had already released Cooper's fluid from masturbation. He was soon getting excited and moaning,

She felt happy at his appearance, and slowly licked the glans and put it in her mouth and started sucking it. She was inexperienced and sloppy and not good at all, but it was enough to get him excited, and he was moaning and feeling it because of her mouth. She smiled at her brother who was happy with her caresses and sucked his cock.

But soon, Oppa grabbed Minju's face and pulled her out of his bed and said, "I've done rice cakes."

He immediately lifted Minju up and laid her on the bed, and started the first movement by unbuttoning her bra. She helped him unbutton it when he couldn't do it well, and the bra fell off.

She had pink nipples in the middle of her white skin, and he started squeezing her breasts and tried to put them in his mouth. She laughed when she saw that her brother liked her breasts. She lay on the bed and let her brother suck her breasts, and. She put her hand on his head and moaned in pleasure.

He started exploring her body further down. He started licking her stomach, navel, and thighs. Her skin was soft and warm. As he moved further down, he ripped her stockings and pulled her panties to the side. He looked at her pussy. Her pussy was so beautiful, and it was shining with love juice because of his caresses. He started caressing her pussy without hesitation… He heard Minju moan, and when he worked harder, she locked his face and mouth in her pussy with her thighs and legs. After caressing him for a while, she let him go, and said to him with a smile, seeing that her stockings were torn.

"Do you like stockings, oppa?" He nodded as if he had been waiting, and she started a strip show for him.

After taking off her stockings and panties, she showed her body in front of him and put her stockings back on.

He immediately laid her down again and spread her legs, and he looked at her.

She nodded and signaled that she was ready, and he slowly rubbed his cock against her pussy and pushed his cock inside her and started.

The two of them started having sex. It was the first time in their lives.

It was the first time for both of them to have such a happy and good experience. Oppa thrusted Minju hard and moaned, and Minju also moaned and gasped at her brother's cock.

The two enjoyed each other's things and made love, and soon the oppa reached the moment of climax. Then Minju told her, "I'll cum," and then turned up the output for the last time, and poked her pussy hard, and pulled out and started ejaculating on her body.

Even though he ejaculated a huge amount of his spunk into her stomach, it came all over her face, and she was surprised and happy at the same time by his spunk, and he immediately brought a tissue and closed her body,

and he leaned against her face and kissed her. They both passionately French kissed. They were lying side by side on the bed.

That's how the two maintained this relationship without anyone knowing.

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priv4meprpny · 1 day ago

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No Strings, No Heart

Kinkvember Day 23: Friends with Benefits

ITZY Lia (Choi Jisu) x Male reader

You and Lia had been friends since high school, back when neither of you had any idea what life would have in store. She had been the new girl, fresh from Canada, with a soft-spoken voice and an air of quiet confidence that intrigued everyone, including you. You’d been assigned seats next to each other in English class, and what started as casual small talk soon grew into a friendship you hadn’t expected.

Lia, or Jisu as she’d been known then, had dreams even back then that set her apart. While most of your classmates were focused on cramming for college entrance exams or deciding what clubs to join, Lia was already chasing something bigger: a career in music. She was always humming under her breath, jotting lyrics in the margins of her notebook, and rushing off to auditions after school.

When she finally became a trainee, it wasn’t a surprise, but it did mark the start of a more distant phase in your friendship. She spent most of her time at the company, training long hours, while you finished school and moved on to university.

Despite the distance, you kept in touch—texts here and there, occasional coffee meetups when she had a rare free day. When she debuted with ITZY, you were one of the first to congratulate her, your heart swelling with pride as you watched her music videos and performances from your tiny apartment.

Even as her life grew more hectic, Lia never let go of your connection. Whenever her schedule allowed, she’d call you up, sometimes late at night, her voice exhausted but warm as she asked about your day, complaining about the pressures of idol life in the same breath. She was still Jisu to you, your old high school friend, even as the world knew her as Lia.

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It was one of those late-night meetups—a rainy evening in her cozy Seoul apartment—that changed the dynamic between you. Her space smelled of vanilla candles and faintly of jasmine tea, her usual go-to after a long day. You sat awkwardly on her beige couch, holding a mug that was almost too hot, watching her as she lounged on the floor, cross-legged in an oversized sweater and shorts.

“You’re always so tense,” Lia said suddenly, her voice cutting through the soft patter of rain against the windows. Her damp hair fell in natural waves around her face, framing her features in a way that was almost disarming. This was not the poised, camera-ready idol the world saw. This was the Lia you knew—barefoot, casual, real.

You chuckled nervously, unsure where she was going with this. “Work’s been crazy, I guess.”

“That’s always your excuse,” she teased, setting down her mug with a soft clink. “But honestly, you’ve been like this since high school. Always wound up. Always overthinking.”

“Well, sorry for being consistent,” you shot back, a smile tugging at your lips.

She smiled too, but there was something different in her expression—something calculated yet sincere. “You know, we could help each other out.”

Your brow furrowed. “Help each other out… how?”

Lia tilted her head, studying you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. “I don’t want anything complicated,” she began, her tone careful but confident. “No drama, no commitments. Just… something easy. For both of us.”

The words felt surreal, hanging in the air between you. “Wait, are you saying…?”

“I’m saying,” she interrupted, her voice softer now, “that we’re both stressed. Both stuck in our own routines. And you’re… safe.”

“Safe?” you echoed, unsure whether to feel flattered or insulted.

Lia rolled her eyes, laughing. “You know what I mean. I trust you. You’re not going to do anything stupid like fall in love with me. And let’s be honest—you’ve never been great with relationships.”

“Wow, thanks,” you muttered, though you couldn’t deny the accuracy of her words. Dating had never come easily to you, and Lia knew it better than anyone.

“I’m just saying it makes sense,” she said, her smile softening into something almost reassuring. “We’ve known each other forever. We trust each other. And I need… an escape, you know? A way to blow off steam without it becoming a mess.”

You hesitated, turning the idea over in your head. “I don’t know, Lia. Stuff like this—doesn’t it get messy?”

“Not if we’re honest with each other,” she said simply. “We set boundaries. We stick to them. And if it doesn’t work, we stop. No harm, no foul.”

Her words were logical, almost too logical, and the idea of being close to someone you trusted—someone who understood you without the usual complications—was more tempting than you wanted to admit.

“I… guess,” you said finally, your voice tinged with hesitation. “If you’re sure about this.”

Lia’s smile widened, a spark of relief and something else—satisfaction?—in her eyes. “I’m sure.”

And just like that, the boundaries of your friendship shifted. You told yourself it was perfect—a way to connect without risking anything deeper.

The first few times were… great. Better than great. There was an ease to it that neither of you had anticipated, a natural rhythm that made it feel less like a new arrangement and more like something that had always been there, waiting to be discovered. The way your bodies fit together was effortless, as though they’d been designed for this connection, every touch and movement aligning perfectly. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure—though that was undeniable—it was the comfort of being close to someone who understood you in a way no one else did.

Lia had a way of melting into your arms, her laughter and sighs carrying a vulnerability that made the moments feel intimate even in their simplicity. You liked similar things, and exploring that together felt easy, seamless. The way her breath hitched against your skin, the way she responded to every touch with a soft moan or a shiver, made it feel less like an arrangement and more like a quiet escape for both of you.

When she reached for you in the stillness of her room, there was no hesitation, no awkwardness—just a mutual understanding that you could let go with each other.

It was everything she had promised: no drama, no complications. It was a release, a way to step outside the stress of your individual lives and find solace in each other. You told yourself that this was enough, that it didn’t need to mean anything more. And for a while, it didn’t.

But then, one night, everything shifted.

The atmosphere in Lia’s room felt thick with the unspoken, a cocoon of warmth and intimacy as the world outside faded away. The soft scent of jasmine and the lingering notes of her perfume were a quiet contrast to the faint tension in her voice as she spoke.

“It’s been… such a day,” she said with a sigh, leaning back against the headboard, her oversized sweater slipping from one shoulder. Her fingers idly played with the hem, a distraction as she tried to put her thoughts into words. “I feel like everyone wanted a piece of me today. The schedules, the cameras, the smiles—they don’t stop.”

You nodded, sitting close enough to her that the faintest brush of her knee against yours sent sparks up your spine. “You don’t have to explain. I can see it,” you said softly, meeting her eyes. “You’re always carrying so much.”

Her lips twitched into a small, tired smile. “Sometimes, I wish I could just turn it all off. Just… for a little while.”

“You can, here,” you offered, your voice steady despite the way your heart was racing. “You don’t have to be anything but you.”

Her eyes softened, and she reached out to touch your arm, her fingers grazing your skin. “That’s why I asked you to come tonight,” she admitted, her voice quieter now, almost fragile. “I need this. I need you.”

The weight of her words hit you with a force you weren’t entirely prepared for, but you nodded, leaning in slightly. “I’m here,” you said simply, your hand finding hers and squeezing gently.

The next moments unfolded slowly, deliberately, as if neither of you wanted to rush. Her sweater slipped further, pooling around her elbows as she lifted it over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her body, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, was breathtaking. She looked up at you, her eyes steady but vulnerable, as if daring you to say something, to break the spell.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured, the words escaping before you could stop them.

A soft laugh escaped her, and she reached up to brush your cheek. “You’re such a sap,” she teased, though her voice was warm, her expression soft. “But I like it.”

You leaned in to kiss her, your lips meeting in a slow, deliberate connection. It started tenderly, a gentle brush of warmth, but quickly deepened, your hands finding her waist, her hips, exploring the curve of her body. She gasped softly against your lips, her hands sliding under your shirt to tug it off, the cool air of the room making your skin prickle as she traced patterns along your chest.

Guiding her back against the bed, you hovered over her, her hair spilling across the pillow in soft waves like a dark halo. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated her features, her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips evidence of the moment’s growing intensity. Her hands found your shoulders, her touch steady but eager as her breath quickened. The feel of her bare skin against yours, the warmth of her body beneath you, sent a rush of heat through you.

Before moving further, you paused, reaching for the small foil packet on the bedside table. Lia watched you, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, her gaze steady yet filled with trust. You slipped the condom on quickly, her hand brushing lightly against your arm in a silent gesture of reassurance.

As you align yourself with her, you paused again, your gaze locking onto hers. “Are you ready?” you asked softly, the weight of your question hanging in the quiet space between you.

Her lips curled into a faint smile, and her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “Absolutely, I need this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with unmistakable longing. “I need you.”

The moment of joining was slow, deliberate, her body tensing slightly as you pressed into her. A quiet gasp escaped her lips, her fingers tightening on your shoulders, her nails faintly digging in as she adjusted to the closeness. You paused, giving her time, your heart pounding in sync with hers. Her breaths quickened, each rise and fall of her chest matching the rhythm you were beginning to create. The heat of her skin against yours was all-consuming, grounding and electrifying all at once.

You began to move, slow and measured, each motion deliberate. Her soft moans and quiet gasps filled the air, small sounds that spurred you on, each one sending shivers down your spine. Her hands roamed your back, nails occasionally dragging across your skin, her hips lifting instinctively to meet yours. The connection between you was unspoken but undeniable, a rhythm building that felt less like something physical and more like a quiet surrender.

Her lips parted as she whispered your name, her voice soft and trembling, a plea that made your chest ache. The way she looked up at you took your breath away. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes fluttering open and shut, and the vulnerability in her gaze made you falter for a moment. You’d always thought Lia was beautiful, but here, now, she was something more—raw, open, and completely unguarded. Every quiet sound she made, every brush of her hands against you, seemed to weave a thread between you that went far beyond the act itself.

Your pace deepened, becoming more deliberate as you leaned down to capture her lips. Her response was immediate, her mouth opening to you as her hands slid into your hair, pulling you closer. The heat between you grew, a symphony of gasps, moans, and murmured words filling the space. Her legs tightened around your waist, her body pressing into yours as if to pull you even closer.

You pulled back slightly, your lips trailing down her jawline to her neck, brushing over the delicate curve of her throat. Her skin was warm and flushed beneath your touch, and you felt her shiver as your mouth moved lower, pressing kisses behind her ear. The spot you’d discovered during your time together—the one that always drove her wild. Her reaction was immediate, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her body arched into you.

Her hands clung to your shoulders as your lips continued their path, down her collarbone and toward the swell of her chest. You paused for a moment, letting your tongue flick gently over the sensitive skin there, before capturing one of her nipples between your lips. Lia let out a low, trembling moan, her nails digging into your back as you lavished attention on her. You alternated between gentle kisses and firmer, more deliberate nips, her body responding to each one with a sharp intake of breath or a soft cry.

Your free hand roamed over her body, sliding along the curve of her waist and the dip of her hips. You teased her other breast with your fingertips, rolling and brushing against her skin in time with the rhythm of your lips. Her body writhed beneath you, her hips lifting instinctively as if to draw you closer, the heat between you growing with every touch.

From her chest, your lips traveled downward, leaving a trail of warmth across her stomach. Lia’s breathing grew heavier, her hands tangling in your hair as you moved lower, savoring the way her body reacted to every press of your lips, every flick of your tongue. Her quiet whimpers and soft moans filled the room, a soundtrack to the intimacy building between you.

You moved back up, your mouth returning to the curve of her neck, brushing kisses along her jawline before finding her lips again. The kiss was deep and consuming, her hands pulling you closer as though she couldn’t get enough of you. Her legs tightened around your waist once more, her body pressing into yours as the rhythm between you grew more urgent, more deliberate.

Her reactions—each shiver, each soft cry, each whispered plea—fueled you, blurring the line between physical connection and something deeper. You knew every spot that made her tremble, every touch that left her gasping, and you used them all, the intimacy between you growing with each passing moment. It wasn’t just her body you craved—it was her trust, her surrender, the way she opened herself to you completely, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

Her voice broke through your focus, her breathless words trembling as she gasped, “You feel so good… Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” you murmured, your voice hoarse and strained, barely able to contain the emotions coursing through you. Her flushed cheeks, the vulnerability in her gaze, the way her body clung to yours—it all struck you in a way you hadn’t prepared for.

The tension between you built steadily, every motion pulling you both closer to a precipice. Her moans grew louder, breaking into desperate cries as her body moved in sync with yours. Her hips met you with an urgency that matched your own, and her hands tightened their grip on your shoulders, her nails dragging against your skin.

“I’m so close,” she whimpered, her voice trembling and raw in a way that sent shivers through you. Her head tilted back, her body arching beautifully beneath you as she clung to you like you were her lifeline. “I—oh my god, I’m cumming… I love it, don’t stop, please.”

The words hit you harder than you expected, the raw need in her voice breaking through every wall you’d built around your feelings. Her climax overtook her in a wave, her body trembling violently as she cried out, her voice unguarded and desperate. The sight of her face, twisted in pure ecstasy, sent a jolt through you. Her name fell from her lips like a prayer, her body shuddering as she reached the peak, clutching at you with a force that left no doubt of the depth of her release.

And then, it hit you—seeing her like this, so open, so completely undone, you realized something you couldn’t ignore. You wanted to be the only one to give her this feeling. The thought struck like lightning, leaving you trembling even as your own release loomed. It wasn’t just about the act—it was about her, about how much you wanted to hold onto this moment, this connection, this vulnerability that was uniquely hers.

Your climax followed, surging through you in powerful, unrelenting waves as you buried your face in her neck. A guttural groan escaped you, your body trembling with the intensity of it. The warmth of your release pooled into the condom, each pulse carrying with it the weight of everything you’d been holding back. The sensations were overwhelming, magnified by the realization that this wasn’t casual for you anymore. Maybe it never had been.

Even as the waves subsided, you stayed close, holding her tightly against you. Her fingers traced lazy, soothing patterns along your back, her touch grounding you as your heart pounded against hers. Her breaths were soft, mingling with your own in the quiet aftermath. The intimacy of the moment was almost too much, yet you didn’t want it to end.

Finally, you pulled back slightly, your heart still racing as you pressed a kiss to her damp forehead. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips curved into a faint, tired smile, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you filled with unspoken emotions that neither of you seemed ready to name.

You leaned back carefully, slipping out of her with a quiet groan as her body shuddered at the loss of closeness. Reaching down, you removed the condom, tying it off as you moved to the side of the bed. Lia’s gaze followed you, her cheeks still rosy from the exertion, and when her eyes landed on what you held, her lips quirked into a teasing smile.

“Wow,” she said, her voice still breathy but laced with playful amusement. “You’ve been… pent up, huh?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, the tension between you easing slightly at her tone. “Yeah, maybe a little,” you admitted, your voice still low and rough from the intensity of the moment.

She laughed, a soft, light sound that made your chest tighten again, her fingers brushing over your arm as if to reassure you. “I’ll take it as a compliment,” she said, her smile widening slightly as she leaned back against the pillow, her gaze softening.

In that moment, as you looked at her—flushed, vulnerable, yet teasing—you couldn’t ignore the shift that had happened. Whatever boundaries had existed between you before were gone, and the weight of that realization lingered, pressing gently against your heart.

You stood, disposing of the condom in the bathroom, your mind still reeling from everything that had just unfolded. The intensity of the moment lingered, but it wasn’t just the physical closeness that consumed you—it was the emotions swelling in your chest, threatening to spill over. You tried to push the thoughts aside as you cleaned up, focusing on the simple motions as a way to steady yourself.

When you returned to the bed, Lia was already nestled under the blankets, her cheeks still faintly flushed, her hair spilling over the pillow in soft waves. She looked up at you, her eyes warm and inviting, and without a word, she lifted the blanket in a silent invitation. It was a gesture you’d grown accustomed to—a familiar rhythm that had followed these nights together. But this time, something about it felt heavier, weighted with an unspoken shift between you.

You climbed into bed beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight. She moved closer almost instinctively, her body curling into yours, her head resting against your chest as her arm draped across your stomach. The warmth of her, the way she fit so perfectly against you, was both comforting and terrifying.

Her breathing began to slow, her body relaxing as if this was the most natural thing in the world. And it was—for her. For you, though, the usual ease wasn’t there. You lay stiffly, staring up at the ceiling as a moment of dread washed over you.

You’ve broken the rules.

It hit you with the weight of a confession you’d been avoiding for weeks, maybe months. You’d convinced yourself this was fine, that you could keep things casual, that it was just a way to connect without getting too close. But tonight had shattered that illusion. You weren’t just drawn to Lia—you’d fallen for her.

Your chest tightened as the realization settled in. The way she laughed, the way she trusted you enough to let her guard down, the way she made you feel seen in a way no one else ever had—it wasn’t just something you could brush aside anymore. It was real, and it was terrifying.

You glanced down at her, your heart aching as you took in the soft curve of her lips, the peaceful expression on her face. She looked so at ease, so content, and you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb that. But the weight of your feelings pressed heavily against your chest, threatening to suffocate you.

Lia shifted slightly, her arm tightening around you as if sensing your tension. “You’re quiet,” she murmured, her voice drowsy but laced with curiosity. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you lied, your voice barely above a whisper as you forced yourself to relax beneath her touch. “I’m fine.”

But you weren’t fine. Because as much as you wanted to stay in this moment—her warmth, her closeness—you knew that everything had changed. You’d crossed a line you couldn’t uncross, and now you weren’t sure what to do.

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The weeks that followed were an emotional minefield. Every stolen glance, every shared laugh, every moment Lia curled up beside you after an intense night—all of it dug deeper into the growing pit in your chest. It wasn’t just about intimacy anymore; it was everything. The way she smiled at you, her guard let down for just a moment. The way she playfully mocked your quirks, grounding you with the ease of someone who knew you better than anyone. You craved her in ways that went beyond physical. You wanted all of her—her bad days, her hopes, her fears, and everything in between.

But you couldn’t say it.

The rules had always been clear: no emotions, no strings, no complications. Lia had built walls around herself, walls you understood were necessary given her chaotic life. Your arrangement was her sanctuary, an escape from the pressures of her career, her fame, and the unrelenting expectations placed on her shoulders. You told yourself that being her safe space was enough. It had to be.

That night had started like many others, but it carried a weight you couldn’t ignore. As the moment reached its peak, Lia shifted downward, her lips trailing across your skin with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers coursing through you. When her mouth finally enveloped you, a deep groan escaped your lips, your hand instinctively tangling in her hair.

Her movements were teasing but purposeful, each flick of her tongue measured to drive you closer to the edge. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, glinting with mischief yet laced with something softer, something deeper. “You’ve been so stiff lately,” she murmured, her breath warm against you before continuing, her voice low and sultry as her tongue worked with maddening precision.

The intimacy overwhelmed you, her familiarity with your body leaving you utterly undone. She knew exactly how to unravel you, to find the places that made you tremble, the rhythm that pushed you to your breaking point. When your release finally overtook you, it was overwhelming, waves of pleasure crashing through you with an intensity that left you trembling. Your fingers tightened briefly in her hair as a hoarse gasp escaped you, the heat of the moment leaving you breathless.

Lia pulled back gently, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She moved back up to lie beside you, her body fitting against yours with an ease that should have felt comforting. But this time, it didn’t. This time, it felt different.

She settled against you, her head resting on your chest, her breathing steady and calm. Her hair tickled your skin, her warmth both soothing and torturous as a quiet dread began to build in your chest. It wasn’t just physical anymore—this was heavier, filled with emotions you couldn’t keep bottled up.

Before you could stop yourself, the words rose in your throat. “Jisu,” you began softly, her name catching in your throat.

She hummed in response, her eyes still closed, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Hmm?”

“Do you ever think…” You hesitated, the words feeling too heavy, too dangerous. But they pushed forward anyway, your voice barely above a whisper. “Do you ever think this could be something more?”

Her eyes opened slowly, the smile fading as her expression shifted into something unreadable. She propped herself up on one elbow, her hair falling in soft waves around her face, the sheets slipping slightly off her shoulder. Her gaze met yours, searching and cautious, and the seconds stretched into an eternity.

“Why are you asking?” she asked softly, her tone carrying a mix of curiosity and caution.

Your heart raced, panic rising in your chest as you scrambled for a response. “I was just thinking,” you lied, the words tumbling out too quickly. “It’s nothing. I don’t know, just… a thought.”

Her expression didn’t change, her gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer before she sat up fully. Wrapping the blanket around herself like a shield, her voice was calm but resolute as she said, “Hmm, no, I don’t think so. The reason this works is because it’s casual. If we start complicating things, it’ll ruin everything.”

Her words hit like a punch to the gut, sharp and cutting in their finality. You nodded slowly, forcing a smile you didn’t feel. “Oh… yeah… You’re right. Forget I said anything.”

She smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She lay back down, resting her head on your chest again as if nothing had happened. Her breathing evened out, her warmth against you a cruel comfort. But for you, everything had changed.

The words you’d been holding back, the feelings you’d buried, wouldn’t stay quiet anymore. They clawed at you, louder with every passing day, until the very thought of continuing like this felt unbearable. You had broken the rules, and the weight of that truth suffocated you in ways you hadn’t thought possible.

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Over time you tried convinced yourself to accept her boundaries, telling yourself that being with Lia on her terms was better than not having her at all. But that fragile resolve cracked wide open the day you saw the article.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind of day meant for doing nothing. Sunlight spilled through your apartment windows, painting the floor in golden streaks as you scrolled absently through your phone. Outside, the faint hum of the city mixed with the rhythmic ticking of the clock, a peaceful backdrop to your aimless thoughts.

Then your phone buzzed, pulling you from the haze of routine. Without thinking, you tapped the notification.

The headline hit like a physical blow: "ITZY’s Lia Spotted on a Romantic Date with beloved Idol."

Your stomach tightened instantly, a sharp ache blooming in your chest as you scrolled through the accompanying photos. Each swipe felt like tearing open a wound. There she was, walking arm-in-arm with another idol. The soft rustling of the park’s trees in the background, the dappled sunlight falling on their faces—it all looked so serene, so effortless. Their casual clothes hinted at an attempt to keep things discreet, but the atmosphere around them screamed intimacy.

And then one photo stopped you cold.

Her head tilted slightly, her hair catching the sunlight like a halo. Her eyes—soft and filled with a warmth that felt painfully familiar—were fixed on him. She was smiling, bright and genuine, the corners of her lips curving in a way that was devastatingly effortless. That smile was reserved for someone special. Someone who wasn’t you.

Your chest ached, a dull yet unrelenting pain spreading through you as you stared at the screen. The world around you seemed to fade, the sunlight that had once felt comforting now harsh and uninviting. The faint hum of the city became muffled, replaced by the deafening rush of your own thoughts.

Has she ever looked at you like that? Has she ever smiled at you in that way, with that kind of quiet adoration? A part of you knew the answer, even if you didn’t want to admit it. The answer cut deeper than anything she’d ever said or done.

The seconds stretched into minutes as you stared at the image, the knot in your stomach tightening with each passing moment. You could almost hear her laugh in your head, see the way she looked at you during your private moments together. But it wasn’t the same. It had never been the same.

The sharp buzz of another notification snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. Lia’s name flashed across the screen, her message simple: “Are you free?”

The words sat at the top of your screen, directly above the article. The juxtaposition was cruel, a perfect encapsulation of everything that had been tearing you apart. Your thumb hovered over the notification, your mind swirling with a chaotic mix of emotions—anger, hurt, jealousy, longing. Every rational part of you screamed not to reply. To protect yourself. To draw a line before it was too late.

But as always, your heart betrayed you.

The faint sound of your breathing filled the room, shallow and uneven as you tapped her message. You opened the chat, your fingers trembling slightly as you typed the only thing you knew how to say to her.

"Yeah, I’ll be there."

The moment you hit send, the weight in your chest seemed to shift, but it didn’t lift. Instead, it settled deeper, anchoring itself to the realization you were too afraid to face: no matter how much it hurt, you couldn’t walk away. Not from her. Not yet.

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Lia greeted you at her apartment door with the same casual ease as always, dressed in a loose sweatshirt that hung just off one shoulder and shorts that left little to the imagination. Her hair was tied back loosely, and the faint scent of her lavender body lotion hung in the air as she stepped aside to let you in. She smiled, warm and familiar, but to you, it felt like a knife twisting in your chest.

“Hey,” she said softly, leaning casually against the doorframe. Her tone carried a cheerfulness that felt almost jarring compared to the turmoil swirling inside you. “Rough day?”

You swallowed hard, your thoughts tangled with the image of the article’s photos. The memory of her walking arm-in-arm with someone else clung to you like a shadow, an ache that wouldn’t loosen its grip. “Yeah,” you said finally, your voice flat. “Something like that.”

Her brows knitted slightly, a flicker of concern crossing her face before she masked it with another smile, softer this time. “Come in,” she said gently, stepping aside. “Let me fix you some tea or something.”

You followed her inside, the familiar warmth of her cozy apartment stirring something deep and painful within you. The dim lighting, the scent of jasmine mingling with lavender, the soft hum of a playlist you knew by heart—it should have felt comforting, but tonight it only made the ache worse. To her, everything seemed normal, unchanged. But to you, every gesture, every laugh, felt magnified, a sharp contrast to the images still burned into your mind.

She led you to the couch, her steps light and unbothered, her usual ease a stark reminder of how differently you were experiencing this moment. She sat close to you, her knee brushing against yours as she turned to face you fully. “You seem tense,” she said softly, her voice lowering into something soothing. Her hand rested lightly on yours, her touch simple yet disarming, as if she could sense the weight pressing down on you. “Let me help.”

You hesitated, the memory of her smile in those photos flashing through your mind. The warmth she had shown to someone else, the intimacy of it, felt like a stark contrast to the Lia sitting here with you now. Part of you wanted to pull back, to say something, to ask her what that meant, but the words wouldn’t come. Her touch, her presence—it was too much to resist, and before you could think better of it, her lips were on yours.

The kiss was familiar, practiced, but this time, it felt different. Your movements were slower, less certain. A part of you wanted to push her away, to demand answers, but the other part—the part of you that craved her touch, her presence—won. You kissed her back, the frustration and longing coiling tightly in your chest, fueling your every move.

Her hands slid beneath your shirt, tugging at it with the ease of someone who knew you too well. Your resolve crumbled under her touch, the confrontation slipping further from your mind. It could wait, you told yourself. For now, you let the emotions swirling within you—frustration, jealousy, and something darker—take over.

By the time you reached the bedroom, something inside you had shifted. The weight of your suppressed emotions guided your actions, a storm of unspoken feelings driving every touch, every motion. You turned her toward the bed, your hand firm on her shoulder as you eased her down to her knees.

Without a word, you unbuttoned your pants, the sound of the zipper cutting through the quiet room like a spark igniting the air. Lia’s eyes followed the motion, her gaze flicking downward before snapping back up to meet yours. Her lips parted slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before melting into something softer, almost eager. When you pressed yourself to her lips, her hesitation was brief. Her hands found their place on your thighs, steadying herself as she took you in.

The shift in her was immediate. This wasn’t like before—this wasn’t the usual playful or restrained dynamic between you. You gripped her hair firmly, the silky strands slipping through your fingers as you guided her movements. Lia’s soft, muffled moan against you sent a shiver down your spine, the vibration electrifying. The control you felt, the way she surrendered so willingly, was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but give in to the moment fully.

Your hips began to move, your thrusts deliberate but rough, each one pushing deeper as you set the rhythm. Lia’s hands tightened their grip on your thighs, her fingers curling slightly as her body swayed to match your motions. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and her breathing grew heavier between moments when you gave her just enough time to adjust. She looked up at you, her wide, watery eyes filled with surprise and a growing hunger. This wasn’t what she’d expected, but the way her body responded told you everything—this was what she wanted, what she craved.

Her moans grew louder, though muffled, as her lips and tongue worked in perfect sync with your movements. Her usual confidence had melted away, leaving behind a raw vulnerability that only fueled you further. This side of you—assertive, unrelenting—was something she hadn’t expected, and the way she gave herself over to it was driving you wild.

You tightened your grip on her hair, guiding her more firmly as her hands clutched at your thighs for balance. Her breathing was heavy, her moans blending with the wet, rhythmic sounds that filled the room. Tears began to streak her cheeks as her throat constricted around you, her body tensing slightly as she fought to keep up. Still, her eyes never left yours, wide and watery but filled with trust and unmistakable arousal.

Her muffled cries grew needier as your rhythm intensified, her nails digging into your thighs as her body trembled. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in your core, every sound she made pushing you closer to the edge. When her moan vibrated against you again, it sent you spiraling, your hips moving faster, rougher, with a desperation you couldn’t suppress.

You felt yourself reaching the breaking point, your control slipping entirely. Lia’s breathing hitched, her hands shifting to grip you tighter as you thrust one last time. Your release hit like a flood, overwhelming and unstoppable. A guttural groan tore from your throat as you came, the heat surging through you in waves. Lia’s body instinctively tensed beneath you. Her throat worked desperately, swallowing each hot pulse as it filled her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in more than once, her soft, choked sounds blending with the wet, rhythmic movements that echoed in the room. Despite her efforts, some of it spilled from the corners of her lips, trickling down her chin in thin, glistening streams. Her hands gripped your thighs tighter, her nails pressing into your skin as she did her best to keep up, her flushed cheeks stained with tears and exertion.

Her breathing was uneven, her body trembling with the effort to take everything you gave her. When you finally pulled back, a string of fluid connected you briefly before breaking, her tongue darting out to clean her lips as she gasped for air. Lia’s eyes lifted to meet yours, glassy and dazed, her expression a mix of exhaustion, surprise, and something playful.

She wiped at her chin with the back of her hand, her lips curving into a faint, teasing smile. “Fuck that was hot,” she murmured hoarsely, her voice laced with mischief despite her breathlessness. “What's gotten into you?”

You didn’t respond, the fire in your chest still burning too hot for words. Instead, you leaned down slightly and tapped your member against her cheek a couple of times, the wet sound punctuating the charged silence. Lia blinked up at you, her flushed face lighting up with surprise, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

Without a word, you reached down, your hands finding hers as you pulled her to her feet in one smooth motion. She let out a soft, surprised laugh, stumbling slightly against your chest. Her body was still trembling, her knees unsteady from the intensity of what had just happened. She clung to you for balance, her breath brushing against your neck as she steadied herself.

Before she could add anything else, your hands moved to her sweatshirt, gripping the fabric at the hem. Her laughter faded into a small, knowing smile as she raised her arms without hesitation, letting you strip it off her in one smooth motion. The air between you felt charged, electric, as the garment fell to the floor.

Her shorts followed quickly, her own fingers fumbling with the waistband as though eager to match your urgency. The two of you moved in tandem, discarding every barrier until she stood before you, bare and breathtaking in the dim light. The soft glow illuminated every curve, every flushed detail of her skin, making her look impossibly beautiful.

You climbed onto the bed, hovering over Lia as she lay beneath you, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body still trembling from the intensity of earlier. Without a word, you captured her lips in a bruising kiss, pouring all the frustration, anger, and sadness you’d been bottling up into the connection. Her soft moan was muffled against your mouth as she melted into you, her hands reaching up to grip your shoulders.

You didn’t stop there. Your lips trailed away from hers, moving down the curve of her jaw to her neck, where you nipped at her skin with sharp, deliberate bites. Lia gasped and squirmed beneath you, her body reacting instinctively to each sting of your teeth, her fingers clutching at you for balance. The sound of her soft whimpers drove you on, each one fueling the storm raging inside you.

Your hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as you moved lower, leaving a trail of heated kisses down to her collarbone. You didn’t hesitate to bite there too, hard enough to make her arch her back, her body pressing closer to you as though craving the sting. Her breaths grew quicker, her chest heaving as she writhed beneath your relentless attention.

Her squirming only pushed you further, your need to control, to channel the storm within you, manifesting in the way you held her down. One hand moved to her neck, wrapping around her throat in a firm, deliberate grip. Lia’s reaction was immediate—her body froze for a second, her breath catching, before her eyes fluttered open, locking onto yours. There was no fear in her gaze, only surprise and raw, unfiltered desire.

You didn’t pause, letting your other hand slide down her body, brushing over her stomach before reaching her folds. The heat and slickness there were undeniable, and it made you tighten your grip on her neck as your fingers teased her entrance. Lia gasped, her body jerking at the touch, her hands clutching at the sheets for balance as her hips instinctively pressed toward you.

You didn’t slow down, slipping two fingers inside her in one swift, deliberate motion. Her reaction was instant—a choked moan escaping her lips as her body arched against your hand, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. You tightened your grip on her neck, holding her firmly in place as you set a rough, relentless rhythm, each thrust of your fingers matching the intensity of your emotions.

Her breaths came in short, desperate gasps, her body completely at your mercy. You didn’t let up, your fingers curling inside her, hitting all the right spots as her moans grew louder. The way she reacted—the way her body writhed and her voice broke with every movement—pushed you further into the haze of emotion driving your every move.

Lia’s hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles white as she clawed at the fabric, her head tilting back as her lips parted in a silent plea. Her hips began to shift, trying instinctively to pull away from the overwhelming sensations, but you didn’t give her the chance. Each time her body tried to escape, you followed her movement with ruthless precision, maintaining the relentless pace that left her gasping and trembling beneath you.

“Please,” she choked out, her voice cracking as her hips jerked sharply against your hand, torn between chasing the pleasure and trying to find relief from the intensity. Her thighs quivered as the wet, obscene sounds from her folds filled the room, mixing with her soft, desperate whimpers.

Your fingers thrust with relentless precision, plunging deeply while curling just enough to make Lia cry out with every motion. Her gasps turned into desperate, broken cries, the sound spilling from her lips in sharp, uneven bursts. The way her body tightened and arched against your hand drove you further, your thumb brushing over her clit—first in slow, deliberate circles, then pressing firmly and flicking sharply as her hips jolted against you.

The hand around her neck tightened slightly, your fingers pressing just enough to make her breath catch. The mix of pressure and roughness sent her spiraling, her voice breaking into a low, guttural moan as her eyes fluttered open briefly, wide and glassy, before rolling shut again. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her entire body trembling as your thumb quickened its pace, alternating between firm, relentless circles and sharp, deliberate flicks that made her hips buck wildly.

Her thighs tried to clamp shut around your hand, her body instinctively attempting to shield itself from the overwhelming sensations, but you didn’t stop. Your pace only grew faster, harder, as though chasing something deeper. Her moans turned into broken cries, her hips jerking helplessly against your hand as you pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

The slick heat from her folds coated your fingers as her walls tightened around you, her body reacting to every motion. Her breath hitched, her cries becoming louder, more desperate. Her hips jerked erratically, trying to escape your relentless pace, but you didn’t let up. The grip on her neck tightened again, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her eyes snapped open for a moment, unfocused and dazed.

“God—” she managed to choke out, her voice breaking as her body convulsed. “I—can’t—”

Her body tensed beneath your touch, her breathing erratic as she teetered on the edge of release. Just as the moment was about to break, you pulled your fingers out abruptly and delivered a sharp smack to her folds. The sudden sting and shock sent a jolt through her entire body, her back arching violently off the bed as a strangled moan tore from her throat.

That was it. Lia shattered beneath you, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her thighs clamped around your hand, trapping you there as her cries turned raw and broken, each sound carrying the intensity of her release. Her body convulsed, trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as her hips jerked uncontrollably, seeking and shying away from the overwhelming sensations.

You held her firmly, your grip on her neck steady, grounding her as your hand returned to her folds. Your fingers worked with deliberate precision, prolonging her climax as her cries grew louder, more desperate. Her hips bucked wildly against your hand, her body writhing beneath you as she gave in completely to the pleasure overtaking her.

Her release seemed endless, the intensity of it leaving her gasping for breath as her body quaked under your control. The room was filled with the sound of her broken moans and the rhythmic slap of your palm against her oversensitive lips. Each touch seemed to reignite the flames, drawing out her pleasure until her body collapsed back against the bed, trembling and spent.

As the aftershocks coursed through her, her breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her skin glistened in the dim light, her face flushed and damp as she tried to catch her breath.

You loosened your grip on her neck, your fingers brushing lightly against her skin as you leaned over her. Lia’s eyes fluttered open slowly, glassy and unfocused, her lips parting in a faint, breathless smile. Her body continued to tremble slightly, the lingering sensations leaving her utterly undone beneath you.

You guided Lia’s trembling, sensitive body onto the bed with deliberate intent, her flushed skin glistening as she struggled to catch her breath. Her wide, dazed eyes met yours, still hazy from the intensity of her previous climax, but you weren’t done—not yet. Slowly, you lay down and pulled her back against you, arranging her pliant body with steady hands.

Her back pressed firmly to your chest, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees, her thighs trembling as you slipped your hands beneath them. Your grip steadied her, your fingers curling securely around the back of her thighs, holding her legs in place and spreading her open. The position left her entirely vulnerable, every inch of her body on display. Her arms rested near her sides, loosely pinned between your bodies, emphasizing her complete surrender to you.

Her head tilted back against your shoulder, her neck fully exposed, giving you an unobstructed view of her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the faint sheen of sweat that glistened on her skin. Lia let out a soft, breathless gasp as the new position registered, her body tensing briefly before relaxing into your hold.

The vulnerability of it, the way your grip anchored her while she was spread open, only seemed to heighten her arousal. “Where did you learn this?…” she murmured, her voice trailing off into a whimper as she felt you press against her entrance. The sensation made her hips shift instinctively, her body eager and trembling as she surrendered completely to the moment.

Without hesitation, you entered her in one deep, deliberate motion. The pace was fast and unrelenting from the start, your thrusts deep and purposeful as you held her firmly in place. Lia cried out, her voice breaking into a desperate moan as her body responded immediately. The position allowed you to reach depths you hadn’t before, and her body clenched tightly around you, the new sensation overwhelming her.

Her head tilted back against your shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave herself over to you completely. The sheer submissiveness of her posture, her willingness to let you take control, drove you on. You leaned down, your lips brushing the curve of her neck as you pressed open-mouthed kisses along her flushed skin, your teeth grazing lightly before biting down just enough to make her gasp.

Lia let out a trembling gasp as your hand found her clit again, circling it with a firm intensity that made her entire body jolt against you. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her hips writhing in an attempt to escape the relentless stimulation. “Wait—” she whimpered, her voice breaking as she tried to shift away from your touch. “I’m sensitive—too much…”

Her words barely registered, muffled by the storm in your mind. The frustration and anger churned like a relentless tide, the image of her smiling, her hand entwined with someone else’s, replaying in your head like a haunting refrain. It consumed you, fueling the roughness in every movement.

You tightened your hold, your hands locking her helplessly in place. Her legs trembled, trying to close against the overstimulation, but the position left her completely vulnerable. With her legs spread wide and pinned by her own weight, she had no leverage, no way to resist as you drove her higher. Her body squirmed, her hips shifting desperately, but your arm around her wrists and your thighs holding hers apart ensured she couldn’t escape.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to the back of her neck where you could reach, the soft curve of her skin damp with sweat. The kiss was possessive, claiming, and when you bit down, she let out a sharp cry, her body arching against yours. The sting of your teeth sent a fresh wave of shivers through her, her voice breaking into a soft whimper as you soothed the bite with another heated kiss.

Lia’s body trembled, her reactions raw and desperate. Each time you bit down, harder now, her cries grew louder, her head tilting back to expose more of her neck as though surrendering completely. Her thighs tried to press together again, but the position made it impossible, leaving her entirely at your mercy.

Her pleas melted into choked moans when your hand left her clit briefly, only to return with a sharp slap. The sound echoed in the room, followed by her broken cry as her body jolted against you. The sting sent her closer to the edge, her breath hitching in ragged gasps as her hips jerked involuntarily.

The relentless combination—the deep, fast thrusts, the circling of your fingers on her clit, and the sharp bites you pressed to her shoulder and neck—pushed her further into a haze of overwhelming sensation. Her cries grew louder, her body trembling violently as she fought against the intensity. Even as her hips shifted and tried to twist away, her body betrayed her with every shiver of arousal, her movements weak and yielding to your pace.

Just as her body tensed in anticipation of release, you pressed harder against her clit, your fingers moving in swift, relentless circles. Lia gasped, her walls clenching tightly around you as her entire body strained, her climax teetering on the brink.

When you sensed she was at her limit, you delivered a sharp, deliberate slap to her clit. Lia screamed, her voice raw and broken as her body convulsed violently. The sharp sting mingled with the overwhelming pleasure, the combination tearing through her with a force that left her trembling uncontrollably. Her thighs twitched against your hands, her chest heaving as she sobbed softly, her cries a mix of pleasure and surrender.

You didn’t stop, your fingers continuing to flick and slap her nub while your thrusts maintained their relentless pace. Her body collapsed further against yours, her legs trembling as the overstimulation sent her spiraling beyond her limits. Another broken scream tore from her throat before her body finally gave out, her muscles going slack as she slumped back onto you, her head falling onto your shoulder.

Her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, her body trembling as aftershocks coursed through her. You released her wrists, your hands smoothing over her legs as you pressed soft kisses to her temple and along the marks your teeth had left on her shoulder. Her breathing gradually steadied, her skin still flushed and damp as she tried to catch her breath.

Your pace didn’t falter, even as Lia slumped further against you, her body trembling and utterly spent. The overstimulation of her climax had left her broken in the best way, her cries now soft whimpers, her breath hot and uneven against your neck. Her legs remained pinned, trembling as your relentless thrusts sent aftershocks rippling through her. Each deep motion made her body react instinctively, her hips twitching as though trying to pull away, but the position left her helpless, completely at your mercy.

As the intensity built, her breaths grew sharper, her head tilting back against your shoulder. The haze of her earlier release lingered in her glassy eyes, her thoughts slow and unfocused. Yet, as your thrusts grew faster and more erratic, realization flickered faintly in her expression. She gasped softly, her thighs twitching against your hold.

“Wait…” she murmured, her voice trembling and breathless, her mind catching up to what her body already knew. “Don’t… don’t cum inside me,” she pleaded, her tone cracking under the weight of her exhaustion and arousal.

Her words were faint, almost drowned out by the rhythmic sound of your hips meeting hers. Her protest lacked strength, her body betraying her as her warmth clenched tightly around you, pulling you deeper with every motion. Even as she tried to speak again, her words dissolved into soft, broken whimpers, her thighs trembling violently as her overstimulated body refused to resist what was coming.

You could feel the tension coiling tighter, the edge drawing closer with every thrust. Her whispered plea echoed faintly in your mind, but the overwhelming heat, the way she writhed beneath you, the way her body pulled you in, made it impossible to stop. The last thread of your restraint snapped as her walls tightened around you one final time.

“Fuck…” you murmured hoarsely, your voice trembling with the urgency of your release. Her body stiffened briefly, her lips parting in a faint gasp of realization, but she couldn’t move, her legs pinned wide and her body limp in your hold.

With a guttural groan, you pressed as deep as you could, your release surging into her in powerful, shuddering waves. Lia’s breath hitched sharply, her fingers weakly clutching at your arms as she felt the warmth spreading inside her. “Oh my God…” she whispered, her voice barely audible as her head fell forward, her body twitching in response to the unfamiliar sensation. The flush on her cheeks deepened, a mix of disbelief and something unspoken as she lay trembling against you.

When the last tremors subsided, you loosened your grip slightly, your hands smoothing over her legs as they remained draped across your hips. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of your mingled breathing, heavy with the weight of what had just happened.

Lia’s voice came out as a whisper, trembling with exhaustion but edged with frustration. “Too much… it was too much…” Her body twitched beneath you, her trembling legs sprawled limply against your hips. Her chest rose and fell in uneven gasps, her gaze hazy but laced with something sharper as she tried to steady herself.

Then her eyes locked onto yours, and the flush on her cheeks deepened, no longer just from exertion. “I can’t believe you came inside me,” she muttered, her voice low but biting. “You know we can’t do that.”

Her words cut through the heavy air, and for a moment, her expression hardened as she tried to assert control over the whirlwind of emotions swirling between you. But the tension in her brows faltered as her body gave a faint, involuntary shudder, the lingering sensation of everything pooling inside her impossible to ignore.

She shifted slightly in your hold, her thighs twitching, her skin hypersensitive and her mind torn between anger and something much more confusing. Her lips parted as if she wanted to say more, to reprimand you further, but no words came. Instead, she turned her head to the side, her expression tight, though not entirely resolute.

Inside, you could tell she was battling herself. The heat spreading across her neck and cheeks, the way her legs trembled against yours, betrayed a truth she didn’t want to face. Even though she was angry—she had every reason to be—the intensity of what had happened, the rawness of being completely at your mercy, lingered in ways she couldn’t deny.

Lia let out a sharp exhale, her body relaxing slightly against you as her anger seemed to ebb, replaced by a reluctant acceptance. Her head fell back onto the pillow, her breathing still uneven, her lips pressing together in a faint line. The silence between you was heavy, her internal conflict palpable, as the reality of the moment settled over both of you.

Her eyes met yours, and for a moment, the air between you was filled with something unspoken, a tenderness that lingered even as exhaustion pulled at you both.

“Jisu,” you said suddenly, the word breaking the silence like a crack of thunder.

She turned onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you. “Hmm?”

“Can this ever be more?” The question came out unsteady, raw with emotion, as though it had torn its way out of you.

Her smile faded, replaced by something gentler but distant. She sighed softly, the blanket slipping slightly as she shifted to sit up. “We’ve talked about this,” she said, her tone careful but firm. “The reason this works is because it’s casual. It’s… uncomplicated. That’s why it’s good.”

You turned your head to look at her, searching her expression for something—anything—that might suggest she felt the same way you did. But all you saw was a calm resolve. “You’re great,” she continued, her voice quieter now. “You really are. But if we start complicating things, it’ll ruin what we have, could you imagine even trying to do this while one of us has feelings.”

Her words struck you like a punch, each one cutting deeper than the last. You forced a small, hollow smile, nodding as if you understood. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “You’re right…”

Lia’s hand brushed over your arm lightly, reassuringly, before she lay back down beside you, curling into your side as though nothing had happened. But something had. For you, the illusion that this could be enough had shattered, and no matter how hard you tried to tell yourself otherwise, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the beginning of the end.

As Lia slept peacefully beside you, you stared at the ceiling, your mind racing. You couldn’t keep doing this—not when your feelings for her only grew stronger with each passing day, and not when she had made it clear she would never see you the way you saw her.

You slipped out of her bed quietly, careful not to wake her. The city lights outside her window cast long shadows across the room as you let out a soft apology,dressed and left. You told yourself that it would be the last time, that you couldn’t go back—not for her, not for anyone. You needed to find someone who would value you, who would want you the way you wanted them.

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The next morning, Lia woke up alone, sunlight filtering softly through her curtains as the warmth of the day began to creep into the room. She stirred slowly, her body aching in unfamiliar ways—her neck, her thighs, her core—all reminders of the intensity of the night before. She shifted slightly, wincing at the tenderness, and as the memories flooded back, her cheeks flushed with heat. The rawness of how you had been with her, the way you had consumed her so completely, lingered in her mind, each thought sending a fresh wave of warmth coursing through her.

Reaching for her phone, she hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering over the screen. After a deep breath, she typed a quick message: “Last night was amazing. Thank you.”

She hit send, expecting the usual quick reply. You were always good at responding, rarely making her wait more than a few minutes. It was one of the constants she had come to rely on—your availability, your attentiveness. But as the minutes stretched into hours, her screen remaining frustratingly blank, she shrugged it off. You’re probably just busy, she told herself, though a faint unease began to creep into her thoughts, like a whisper she couldn’t ignore.

Life moved forward, as it always did, her schedule swallowing her days whole. But the unease grew, a quiet nagging in the back of her mind that wouldn’t go away. Still no reply. No follow-up. No late-night texts asking about her day or teasing her about something silly. It was unlike you, and with every passing day, it became harder to shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Desperate for distraction, she agreed to another date with the idol, convincing herself it was the right thing to do. But from the moment they sat down at the trendy café, everything about the evening felt wrong. The vibrant chatter of the other patrons blurred into background noise, his words barely registering as she stared down at her phone, her thumb hovering over the unanswered message. It sat there, unopened, like a stark reminder of your absence.

He tried to make conversation, asking about her work and cracking lighthearted jokes, but her responses were flat, distracted. Her mind kept drifting—back to you. She could almost hear your laugh, picture the way you would have teased her about spending too much time scrolling on her phone. She thought about the little things you did, the gestures that had woven themselves into her daily life: bringing her food after late practices, the way you always seemed to know when she needed comforting, and the talks that stretched into the early hours of the morning when her world felt too heavy.

Her chest tightened as she realized it wasn’t just about the sex anymore—though that had been incredible. It was everything else, the way you had quietly become her anchor without her noticing. She missed you, in ways that went beyond physical, in ways she couldn’t ignore.

As the date dragged on, her unease grew heavier. She looked at him across the table, saw the effort he was putting into keeping her attention, and felt the guilt creep in. He wasn’t the problem. He was polite, charming even, but he wasn’t you. He didn’t make her feel grounded the way you did. He didn’t know her tells, didn’t know how to navigate her quiet moods or the way her smiles didn’t always reach her eyes.

She excused herself earlier than planned, her heart heavy as she walked out into the cool night air. Her fingers hovered over her phone again, the thought of calling you overwhelming her. But as she stared at your name in her contacts, she couldn’t bring herself to press it. Not yet.

Days turned into a week, and Lia’s desperation grew. Every thought of you tightened the ache in her chest, the longing building until it was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just about the intimacy anymore—it was everything else. The little moments, the times you made her feel understood, cared for, seen. The absence of those moments was suffocating.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that something inside her was shifting. Something she hadn’t wanted to see before but now couldn’t deny. You weren’t just her escape, her comfort—you had become something so much more. Finally, she turned to someone she trusted: Yeji.

The three of you had always been close, bonded not just by your ages but by a shared sense of humor and camaraderie. After practice one evening, Lia found Yeji in the lounge, scrolling through her phone. Her heart pounded as she sat down across from her, working up the courage to speak.

“Yeji,” Lia began, her voice quieter than usual as she fidgeted with the edge of her hoodie.

Yeji glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

Lia hesitated, her usual confidence replaced by uncertainty. “You know about… my arrangement, right?”

Yeji set her phone down, her gaze sharpening slightly. “Oh, yeah,” she said, a hint of amusement in her tone. “I know about it.”

Lia’s fingers twisted the fabric of her hoodie, her nerves fraying. “Have you… talked to him lately? Do you know where he is?”

Yeji’s expression softened, the teasing fading as she leaned back against the couch. “Yeah, we’ve talked,” she admitted, her voice even. “But I don’t think I should tell you more than that.”

The words hit Lia harder than she expected. Her stomach twisted, and her voice dropped. “Why not?” she asked, almost pleading. “I just… I miss him. I didn’t think I would, but I do. I didn’t realize how much he meant to me until he wasn’t there anymore.”

Yeji sighed, studying her closely. “Lia, you have to ask yourself why he’s not here right now,” she said, her voice steady but not unkind. “You had to know how he felt—maybe you didn’t want to admit it, but it was obvious.”

Lia looked down, her throat tightening as Yeji’s words sank in. “I didn’t mean to hurt him,” she murmured. “I just… I didn’t know.”

Yeji leaned forward slightly, her voice softer now. “I think he needed space, Lia. He couldn’t keep pretending to be okay with what you two had. And now? I think you’re realizing how much he really means to you.”

Lia’s fingers curled tightly around her hoodie, her heart sinking further. “I miss him,” she said quietly. “Not just… what we had. I miss everything. I don’t know what to do.”

Yeji shook her head gently. “I’m not going to tell you where he is—it wouldn’t be fair. But if you feel this way, you need to figure it out before it’s too late.”

Lia nodded slowly, Yeji’s words settling heavily in her chest. For the next few days, she replayed every moment in her mind—every late-night talk, every thoughtful gesture, every quiet look that made her feel safe. The realization of how much she missed you, how deeply she cared, grew sharper with each passing day.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. Lia grabbed her phone with trembling hands and called. The first call went to voicemail, then the next, and the one after that. Still, she didn’t stop. Each unanswered ring only heightened her desperation. She began texting, her messages growing shorter and more frantic with each passing hour.

“I need to talk to you.”“Please, can you call me back?”“Just… say something.”

When the texts went unanswered, she left voicemails, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “I… I really want to talk. Please, can we meet? Just let me know.” Every message sounded more raw than the last, the silence on the other end of the line gnawing at her chest like an open wound.

She lost count of how many times she called—her phone logs a mess of missed attempts, her inbox filled with drafts of unsent messages she couldn’t bring herself to delete. Each night, she lay awake, staring at her phone, willing it to light up with your name. The waiting was unbearable, each moment stretching endlessly as hope began to waver.

Just when she was on the verge of giving up, her phone buzzed. Her heart skipped a beat, and she scrambled to pick it up. It was you. A simple message: “Okay. Let’s meet.”

Relief and apprehension washed over her in equal measure. She stared at the screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, unsure how to respond. After a long pause, she simply typed, “Thank you.”

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When you finally met, the air was heavy with tension, every unspoken word between you settling like a weight in the small café. Lia sat across from you, her usual poise stripped away. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, twisting the edge of her sleeve, her eyes fixed on the untouched coffee in front of her. The faintest hint of color rose in her cheeks, betraying the vulnerability she was trying to hide.

You watched her carefully, your own nerves coiling tighter with every second of silence. Her lips parted slightly, as though she wanted to speak, but the words didn’t come right away. Finally, she took a deep breath and looked up at you.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice trembling but steady enough to hold your gaze. “For everything. For not seeing how you felt, for taking you for granted.”

Her words caught you off guard, the raw honesty cutting through the tension. You blinked, unsure how to respond at first. “I should be the one apologizing,” you said after a moment, your voice quieter than you intended. “For ghosting you, for catching feelings in the first place. I—”

“Don’t,” Lia interrupted gently, her voice firm but laced with regret. Her eyes finally met yours, and the warmth there made your chest ache. “Don’t apologize for liking me. Please. I need to say something first.”

You froze, her words silencing the flood of guilt that had been building inside you. She fidgeted with her sleeve, her gaze flickering downward for a moment before she looked back at you, her expression unguarded.

“I like you,” she said softly, the words landing with a weight that made your breath catch. “So much. I think I have for a while, but I didn’t know… or maybe I just didn’t let myself realize it. I got so comfortable with you always being there, and when you were gone, it felt like a piece of me was missing.”

Her cheeks flushed deeper, and her hands stilled as she continued, her voice trembling but resolute. “I thought keeping things casual was easier—safer—because I didn’t want to risk losing you. But I was selfish. I didn’t think about what you needed or how much it might be hurting you.

Her voice cracked slightly, but she didn’t stop. “I’m so sorry for everything. For not being considerate of your feelings, for pushing you away when you tried to tell me how you felt. You deserved more than that—more than I gave you—and it kills me that I hurt you because I was too scared to be honest.”

Her words tumbled out in a rush, raw and vulnerable. She took another breath, her eyes glistening as she looked at you, waiting. “Do you still…” she began, her voice quieter now, hesitant. “Do you still like me? Because if you do… I promise I’ll be better. I’ll try harder. I won’t take you for granted again.”

The question hung in the air, heavy and trembling with sincerity. You stared at her, the tight ache in your chest threatening to spill over. The vulnerability in her eyes, the way her fingers nervously twisted at her sleeve, the unsteady rise and fall of her breath—it was Lia, stripped of all pretense, offering herself to you in a way she never had before.

“I miss you,” you said, your voice thick with emotion, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “More than I can even say. And yes, Lia, I still like you. I don’t think I ever stopped.”

Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widening as relief and hope washed over her face. A small, trembling smile broke through her uncertainty, and she reached across the table, her hand brushing yours. You didn’t hesitate, your fingers curling around hers as the tension between you seemed to dissolve, replaced by a quiet, tentative warmth.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you heavy but no longer with tension—this time, it was full of possibility. Lia’s fingers tightened slightly around yours, her gaze searching your face as though she was committing this moment to memory. Then, softly, she asked, “Can I… kiss you?”

Her voice was quiet, almost shy, a stark contrast to the confident Lia you had always known. You felt your breath hitch, the question catching you off guard even though you knew the answer. You nodded, unable to form words, and her lips twitched into a faint, nervous smile.

When she leaned forward, the world around you seemed to still. The noise of the café, the clinking of dishes, the hum of conversations—it all faded as her face came closer, her hand still firmly in yours. The first brush of her lips against yours was tentative, testing, but the moment they met, something shifted.

This kiss wasn’t like the others. You’d kissed Lia before—passionate, heated, messy kisses in the haze of your arrangement. But this? This was entirely different. This kiss wasn’t rushed, wasn’t fueled by lust or need. It was soft, deliberate, full of emotion you hadn’t allowed yourself to name before. It felt like kissing her for the first time, like discovering something new, something sacred.

Her lips were warm and inviting, moving against yours with a tenderness that sent shivers through you. There was no urgency, no pretense, just the quiet connection between you as the kiss deepened, your free hand instinctively reaching up to cradle her cheek. She leaned into your touch, her fingers threading lightly through your hair as she let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the moment.

For Lia, the kiss was no less transformative. She’d kissed you countless times before, but this—this felt like peeling away every wall she’d built, every mask she’d worn. This was the kiss she hadn’t let herself imagine, the kiss she hadn’t realized she needed until now. It wasn’t just the physical connection—it was the way your hand trembled slightly as you cupped her cheek, the way you held her like she was the most important thing in the world.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as your eyes met. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, her gaze full of something you couldn’t quite describe but felt deep in your chest. You could see it reflected back at you: this wasn’t just a kiss. This was everything.

“That…” Lia murmured softly, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words, her fingers brushing against your jaw. “That felt… different.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice low and raw with emotion. “It did.”

Neither of you moved to pull away, the space between you too fragile, too precious to break. For the first time, it felt like you were both on the same page, and the weight of everything that had come before fell away, leaving only the warmth of this moment.

The silence stretched again, but this time it felt less heavy, more open—like the air between you had shifted, lighter somehow. You cleared your throat, your fingers drumming lightly against the edge of the table as you searched for the right words, your heartbeat quickening with each passing second. “So, um…” you began, awkwardness thick in your voice as your eyes darted away from hers. “If you’re free later… I mean, after this—if you want, we could, I don’t know, grab dinner or something?”

Lia tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile that widened just enough to let you know she understood exactly what you were trying to say. Her cheeks flushed faintly, the color rising against her soft complexion. “Are you asking me out?” she teased lightly, her tone warm, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

You let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of your neck as you tried to play it cool. “Maybe. I mean… yeah, I guess I am.”

Her smile softened into something more genuine, more tender. “I’d like that,” she said quietly, her voice carrying just the right hint of sincerity to make your chest feel lighter. “I haven’t eaten yet.”

The relief that washed over you was palpable, and without a second thought, you stood, holding out your hand. Lia’s gaze flicked down to your outstretched fingers, hesitation flickering for only a moment before she reached out and took your hand, her fingers curling around yours in a gesture that felt at once familiar and entirely new. Her touch sent a warmth through you, steadying your nerves as the tension between you eased further.

As you walked out of the café together, her hand warm in yours, the world around you seemed to blur into insignificance. The usual noise of the city streets—honking cars, chatter from passersby—faded into the background as the two of you fell into an easy rhythm. Lia’s steps matched yours, her shoulder occasionally brushing against your arm, and every now and then, you glanced at her. Her soft smile, illuminated by the golden glow of the streetlights, carried a quiet promise that made your heart ache in the best way.

You gave her hand a gentle squeeze, testing the waters, and she looked up at you, her eyes bright with a mixture of shyness and excitement. The small action spoke louder than words, her slight squeeze in return confirming what you both already knew: this wasn’t just two friends reconnecting. This was something new, something fragile yet full of possibility.

By the time you reached the restaurant, the hesitation you’d felt earlier had all but melted away. The hum of the city was a distant backdrop as you opened the door for her, gesturing for her to enter first. She smiled, murmuring a quiet “thank you” as she stepped inside, her gaze lingering on yours for just a beat longer than necessary.

Inside, the warm, inviting glow of the restaurant felt like an extension of the moment you were sharing. As you sat down, the conversation flowed more easily, the earlier tension giving way to lighthearted laughter and comfortable silences that spoke of a connection neither of you could deny. And as you watched her, her smile radiant and her eyes sparkling across the table, you knew without a doubt: this wasn’t just a return to what you had before. This was the beginning of something real.

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