#Career man and shit. Too much going on.
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Smells nice out here .
#rats smp#rats smp fanart#willowmvp#i dunno r!willâs tag ⌠do they haave one âŚ.#Anyways I got to e4(?) of rsmp <3 this is so much fun.#This rat can fit so much wonder inside them .#rat.op.tag#rat.art.tag#rat.ratsmp.tag#Season ONE !! Obviously .#I donât think Iâm going to be able to catch up in time for s2 live ouh.#Not watching very fast Iâm not built for vod rewatch binges anymore.#Sigh Iâm too old.#Career man and shit. Too much going on.#Anyways r!will I love you . So whimsical so nervy .#I am obv still figuring out how to draw the rat characters:-p
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ok, i will post oneâđ˝(1) Graduation Photo đŠđ˝âđ
27 years in the making, 10 of them in higher education â through literal near death experiences, a value pack of disabilities, and a high school attendance of 6% because of them⌠somehowâŚ
âŚyouâre lookingâ at a Bachelor of Arts in Communication Design babieeee letâs freakin goooo đŞđ˝đđ
#graduation#I canât believe my educational career is actually over#i thought Iâd be in it forever man#I could have tried another year for the Honours#the last year was just too much though - but you know what?#you know what all my tutors and course leaders told me?#you know what the dude who designed the new UK ÂŁ5 who manages our heavy equipment said?#ââNo one gives a shit if youâve got Honours as an artist'â#thatâs a good enough send off to me man#I have a bachelors and all the experience of going through 4th year and that is good enough#iâm just a girl#and I think I did okay đ#art school
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iâve been watching yannis marshall choreography for like 15 minutes and iâm back thinking about my dancer au
gaz suggests a pole dancing segment for the music video for price and ghost shuts it down hard, saying he doesnât do pole. gaz calls him selfish, that heâs just saying no to spite him but ghost holds firm; not even listening to soap as he tries to reason with him and reach a compromise
soap gets to practice early like he always does, just to see ghost blasting another life by motionless in white and doing a flawless pole routine. heâs as mesmerised by him as he always is, such beautiful movements contrasted by the seemingly harsh music, and waits for him to break before teasing, âi thought you said you couldnât do pole dancinâ.â
ghost just wipes the sweat off his face with a towel. he knew he was there
he always knows when soapâs there
âi said i didnât do pole; not that i couldnât.â
âwhatâs stoppinâ you?â soap asks, genuine and innocently curious and itâs the only reason ghost doesnât completely shut him down
âwhat âbout you?â he asks instead. âever done pole?â
he shrugs and sets his bag down. âenough to get in a twirl or two. âsides, gazâs better suited to that kinda delicate work.â
ânow, that i know is bullshit,â ghost scoffs and soap tenses, expecting him to go off on another rant about his best mate (just like he waits through gaz going off on ghost) but- âiâve seen your competition tapes; youâre plenty strong enough to work a pole.â
soap stares at him. âhow have you-?â
âprice,â he answers simply, throwing the towel on top of his gear and all but stalks towards him. âi like knowinâ who iâm working with; he sent me your breakdancinâ comps. if you can hold a three-fingered hollowback handstand, you can bend on a pole.â
soap sputters as ghost grips his tank top and yanks him over to the pole, setting his hands in place on the body-warmed metal; bracketing his body with his own. he guides his body through the motions; teaches him how to fall and catch himself in a spin, how to gracefully climb and hold his body in midair
soap laughs as he throws himself into a spin just to bend his legs over his head, twisting his body to latch onto the pole with knee and lean perfectly horizontal with his other leg splayed out; his arm thrown above his head
he tips his head back to catch ghostâs grin and almost drops himself as he jumps up to join him; artfully climbing above him and holding his whole weight on his hip as he flips down to look at him
soapâs breath catches at the scant distance between their faces; so close he can count the near invisible freckles on ghosts skin, his fair lashes and the deep flecks of gold in his dark eyes
ghost is just as entranced; his grin slowly fading as he looks into the light sparkling in soapâs eyes. he tips his head towards the mirrors lining the studio and they slowly turn to look at themselves; fitting perfectly together
âsee?â he whispers. âwe donât look all that outta place, do we?â
âno,â soap whispers back. âwe donât.â
#after stripping for roba he cant do traditional pole without being reminded of it#of the hundreds of hungry eyes and greedy hands wanting to rip him apart. all encouraged by the man who has him trapped#im still trying to work out details (not that ill ever be fleshing this out beyond a notfic lmao) but i think other than soapâs self esteem#the other main subplot would be roba coming back after he realises ghost is simon#price got him away from his cartel backed strip club. whether he bought him out or has something else to hold over him i dont know#but part of simon taking on ghost was to hide from roba as much as it was to give himself a new life#but roba still has security footage of him in the club and if he releases it heâll do irreparable damage to his and priceâs career#the ghost used to work for (against his will) the cartel? esteemed director john price made a deal with him?#theyll both be ruined#not that ghost cares about his reputation. he only starts to go along with it bc itll hurt price#and after roba finds out about soap he threatens him too#how easy it would be for him to find soap and break a few bones. just enough to ensure heâll never dance again#WAIT THIS COULD BE THE TURNING POINT I COULDNT FIGURE OUT!!#i said nikolai would be gazs manager so maybe ghost starts pushing soap away to try and protect him and gaz loses his shit#like âhow dare you just drop soap after making him like you so much?!â then it all just comes out and gaz says heâll help#but hes doing it for soap and price /not/ ghost and enrolls nik who still has underworld connections of his own#oh shit its all coming together#if anyone wants to adopt and write this brw i would love you forever#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#weâre a team. ghost team#soapghost#ghostsoap#soap cod#john soap mactavish#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#gaz cod#task force 141#save post
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#i know its less socially accepted but i also do the thing where kidols i really feel like id vibe with i give them the honor of guessing#that theyre also autistic. and for many i know im talking out of my ass but for doh kyungsoo ? i want to ask whats his hyperstim trigger#like. cmon. dude. man struggled for half his career with having facial expressions and decided to go into acting to improve that ?#failed at sociabilizing for the largest part of a decade ??#wants to only answer things that are precisely true.#moves in a way that shows extremely fine motor skills in the right context but also looks like dyspraxia#cmon. this man has autism.#and the same flavor as me too#similarly im impressed how suho seems to be the normalest most sane and equilibrated man ever given the history of his group and how full of#shit sm is and how much he's had to deal with in fifteen years#and ''normalest guy ever'' for a kpop idol is also definitely a huge fucking compliment
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Iâm gonna challenge my subconscious to a fist fight and Iâm gonna lose
#i had a dream that mabel kept coming back to life just to sniff stuff or investigate food that she liked#she was still dead but iâd buried her instead of cremating her and for whatever reason i was either digging her up#or she was digging herself up and sniffing and eating stuff#and i was like âsheâs CLEARLY still alive if she can do thisâ and everyone was like âno sheâs dead you have to bury her againâ#whenever she fell asleep she would be dead again. like sheâd stop breathing and her heart would stop#i donât know if she was like. a vampire dog? but it was so upsetting to dream#this is the second sad dream iâve had about mabel in the course of like 3 days.. no less because the last one made me wake up in tears#on friday morning. and like itâs brought me to my knees honestly. i canât DO this#also in my dream i went to a careers advisor or life coach or something and they were really mean to me lol#and my family made me go with them to visit some people i didnât know who insisted on serving us cups of tea#it was really strong hot tea and i donât really drink tea like that#and my grandmaâs friend who was the loveliest woman and died a few years ago was there#and she was just absolutely pouring milk in her tea even though it was overflowing and going everywhere#and mabel was there accosting their terriers even though she was supposed to be dead. it was too much#in another part of the dream my old roommafe (who i really didnât like) was pressuring me to go drinking with her even though mabel had just#(dubiously) died. and i was like âyou do realise iâm going to get absolutely paralytic and scream and cry about my dog the whole timeâ#there was also this subplot where like everyone i knew but me had been in a play and the stage makeup had been made from âmagic beansâ#that stained everyone blue. so everyone i met had randomly blue eyebrows and stuff#there was one man who was just fully blue#also i was supposed to be in the world championships for a game that was like tetris but more esoteric but the servers broke down#or something like that. i think thatâs everything#iâm just like.. why make me bawl at 6:30 on a sunday morning. whatâs the advantage of that#iâm supposed to be taking care of benji and heâs looking at me like âgod this woman is a basket caseâ#his owner has colitis and chronic fatigue and she has her shit more together than me#personal
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hhhhhhhhhh being annoyed with someone and knowing you're in the wrong about it is the fucking worst
#i have a friend where every fucking time i talk to them i just hear about how bad their life is#'undergrad was so bad and it's so rough and my master's was so isolating'#'also i'm having a bad time and i'm still not over my toxic relationship that ended four years ago' like bro i do not care.#i stopped caring like a year and a half ago#and i know i'm being a bitch! i know it's callous and mean of me to be sitting here going 'goddamn man get the fuck over it'#'oh i lost so much time i could be better off in my career by now....' too bad!! the time is gone anyway!!! everyone progresses#at different rates!!!!!#it has already happened! it's over! it's done! it's time to pick yourself up and move on!#and i know i'm being mean!#i don't say these things out loud at all bc i know it's cruel but i have hit my limit!#i have played therapist with them for years now and i'm tired! i don't fucking care! get your shit together or shut up!!#again. i know i'm being a bitch. i know this! but goddamn. i'm so fucking tired.
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Actually obsessed with my new coworker at the farm ajdkalsl
#not snz#apparently he's some sort of cook for a living#idk what he does i just know he works in a kitchen#but this isn't like a career move or anything for him#he's super secretive about his job for some reason?? like damn how bad is it lmao#he didnât even tell us what he does i just managed to clock him#he's been here for like a week now and I've been going in extra days bc my boss is on vacation and someone needs to train him#kinda quiet the first couple days and didnât really talk until you said something to him first unless he had a question#and then i said fuck like five times in the same sentence and now he talks a lot lmao#swearing like a sailor gang unite i guess#anyway i tried to hand him off to another coworker so i could go play vet for a few of our animals#but he wanted to come and i was like đŹ#bc one of the animals has a nasty infected wound that needs hella care#and I'm the one who does it bc it makes everyone else sick and/or faint#and i go 'oh no it's okay i can do it it's kinda gross' and I'm telling him Why and everything#dude looks me in the face he's like 'i work in a kitchen'#I'm like bro respectfully i think this is a bit different from raw meat#and he proceeds to tell me that he watched someone cut part of their finger off???????#like wtf is going on in restaurants#so i was too floored by that response to say shit so he came with me#and to his credit he was very good with all the medical stuff like I'll give him that#he's just so deadpan about everything and it's so funny to me#also he can do a handstand for over a minute#like a few of us were sitting in the office vibing and trying to bond and he just drops that then did it like??#i know so much about this man and yet i know nothing about him#so yeah workhas been fun lately lmao
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idk but sometimes i just sit around and realise life isn't that bad after all
#i've been studying this whole week like mad#and seeing all my other friends study too (more than me)#it just feel like the world is so small#but the world is so much bigger#life isn't all about grades and shit#like it's fucking cliche but it's true#and especially in my own bubble i keep getting pressured about my grades#but i just feel that there's so much to be grateful for#i was studying in a different part of my house today (like not in my room)#and i'm just looking at our family pictures and how homely this place is and i'm already so lucky you know?#life is way too fucking short to be focusing on âoh what's the next stepâ or âoh what am i going to do in uni and internships and careerâ#âhow do i keep climbing up the ladderâ#but then i forget to admire the view along the way#i obviously have to acknowledge that i'm at a position of privilege as i say all these#and also i hope i don't regret saying these after getting back my grades đ#also i was rereading some sally rooney quotes from bwway i had saved and she was speaking some facts man#like that long quote about living and being with other people#wait i'll post it later#but yea!#these are my thoughts of the day#and i shall get back to studying#text
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itâs been two years but weâre back baybeeeee!!!!
#i honestly feel like killing my self like that would be easier rn#cause this man just fucking tanked my career because he doesnât like my management style#and so thereâs nowhere for me to go now! And ive moved around too much job wise so like my resume doesnât look great#so what other fucking option do I have#if this shit goes on Iâm serious this time i think#I keep getting the shittiest managers alive and they donât treat me worth a damn#and itâs deeper than that it really is but Iâm exhausted and I donât know what to even think anymore#I just keep thinking of a way out#and thatâs either deliberate car crash or ya know. the other one
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I really loved your career day fic and I was wondering if you could do a Shut up mom fic with the same lineup with nanami tho if you write for him𼺠đđ
Shut up, Mom!
Tags: teeth rotting fluff, mostly crack, cursing, jjk men as dads / fem!reader
An: I would be delighted to write this anon :) my requests are open, loves. If you want me to write a specific idea, definitely ask and Iâll try to deliver on it! also, if anyone wants to be on a taglist please let me know. So, I gave Sukuna a kid in this one because I didnât really see Yuji calling you mom or him dad. Yuji calls you two unc and auntie :)
SATORU ⢠SUGURU ⢠TOJI ⢠SUKUNA ⢠NANAMI
SATORU
âAoi, did you take out the trash?â You ask your nine-year-old son while trying not to giggle. Aoi has recently discovered pranks, and he suggested playing one on Satoru. You couldnât help but think that was an amazing idea.
Your husband was leisurely sitting on the couch, playing a game on the console he and your son shared. He was able to see you from his peripheral vision while you and Aoi were in the dining room. He didnât seem to be too intrigued by the conversation, but Satoru is a chronic eavesdropper. He canât help it with his technique and all.
âNo, mom. Why canât you do it?â Aoi plays his role perfectly, even throwing in an annoyed groan at you. Gojo cut his eyes towards you two, but he stayed silent for a moment. He knew this was your battle to face, and he wasnât usually the disciplinary parent anyways.
âBecause I told you to do it, Aoi. Itâs your chore.â You say, putting on a serious voice as you would if he had really been sassing off to you.
âUgh. Shut up, mom!â Aoi yells with a dramatic eye roll.
Immediately, you hear the game console cut off. It seems like you two had garnered Satoruâs attention. Footsteps carry into the dining room, and your all too tall husband leans against the doorframe.
Aoi sees his father, and his eyes widen. Your little actor. He then tries to walk off, but Satoru easily put his hand out against Aoiâs chest, preventing him from going anywhere.
âWoah, woah, woah, there little man. Who do you think youâre talking to there?â He interjects as his hands slowly unwrap his bindings from around his eyes, letting you know that heâs about to get serious.
âSheâs getting on my nerves, dad!â Aoi continues to play the role, even though you can tell that heâs scared shitless.
âHey, look at me.â Satoru says as he bends his knees to be eye level with Aoi. Your son complies with his dadâs order. âI donât give a shit, okay? Never, and I mean, never tell your mother to shut up unless you intend on fighting me afterwards. She says to take out the trash, you say yes and take out the trash. Do you understand me?â Satoru says as he holds his sonâs shoulders, squeezing them a bit so Aoi knows heâs not fooling around.
âBecause I donât think you want to fight me, do you?â Satoru questions. His blue eyes beam in the light, making your son nervously sweat.
âBaby, itâs just a prank.â You quickly interject with a laugh as you gently nudge your husband away from your son.
âYeah dad, I was just acting!!â Aoiâs nervous gaze flutters into an adorable smile.
Satoru rolls his eyes and playfully laughs along. âYou two are too silly, makinâ me turn off my game for this.â He shakes his head as he wraps his eyes back up.
âYou were like gonna hollow purple me!â Aoi shouts with an excited laugh, and he reenacts Satoruâs cursed technique.
âYeah, I love your mom a little too much.â Satoru responds with a grin up towards your direction.
SUGURU
Mimiko and Nanako are coming into their teen years, and recently, theyâve been obsessed with the idea of TikTok. After seeing the âshut up momâ prank all over, they knew that they had to play it on Suguru.
You, of course, agreed to help them pull off their little shenanigan.
âYou two are not going out. Itâs a school night.â You chide at the twin girls, giving them a small wink as Suguru was enjoying a cup of tea while sitting at the breakfast bar. He was scrolling mindlessly on his phone, reading the news or something like that.
âMom, please. Everyoneâs going.â Nanako pled and even threw in a small pout.
âYeah, who cares if itâs a school night?â Mimiko chimed in.
âGirls.â Suguru warned as he normally did when you were having to deal with the twins. He didnât like the idea of the girls ganging up on you.
âI said no. I bet you two didnât even do your homework yet either.â You carry on, eyeing the two girls as if they were really in trouble.
âUgh! Mom, shut up!â The girls somehow managed to say in sync. The two had obviously practiced their lines.
The tea glass hit the counter, and Suguru a stood up from his seat on the stool. âHey. I donât ever want to hear that kind of language in this house, especially not to your mother. Got that?â He said as he eyed your daughters.
Your husband was a bit of a strict father to the girls. He really just wanted them to turn out good, so he was the main disciplinary figure in the house.
âDad! Sheâs-â
âAht.â He cuts Mimiko off, and starts to walk up to the girls. âI didnât ask. Apologize to your mother this instant. Then, go upstairs and do your homework. You two are grounded from going out for at least a month.â
âSugu, itâs a prank.â You say as you canât hold back a laugh from how angry he got that quickly. âItâs a prank, sweetie.â
Your two girls were nodding quickly, holding their hands out in surrender. âWe saw it on TikTok!â
Suguru rolls his eyes at the three of you. âThat app is no good for you.â He quietly chides. âDid you two do your homework?â
Mimiko and Nanako exchange nervous glances, and they both run up to their rooms to get it done.
Your husband laughs quietly and shakes his head before sitting back down on his stool. You walk over towards him and card your fingers through his long hair. He lets out a long exhale of contentment while leaning his head into your touch. âWhat are we gonna do with those two, hm?â
âLove them and try our best to teach them.â You softly respond before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
TOJI
Toji is a pretty laid back dad. He lets you take the lead on a lot of the parenting aspects, since it comes to you more naturally than it does with him. However.. he has his moments.
âMegumi, come help me do the dishes.â You say to your 13-year-old son. Heâs in that weird stage of puberty where youâre his best friend one day and his worst enemy the next, which means he sometimes agreed to play pranks with you.
âBusy, mom.â He mumbles at the table as heâs trying to learn the hand signs for one of his shikigami. He was left learning this stuff on his own since Toji wasnât a sorcerer, and you werenât apart of the Zenin clan. You had no idea how to do the hand gestures.
âYou can do that after youâre done helping me, Gumi.â You say as you turn on the kitchen sink. Your son doesnât even acknowledge that you said anything.
Toji eyes him from his seat at the dining table, waiting for his son to comply.
âGumi. Get in here.â You finally say after a minute of him not responding to you.
âShut up, Mom!â He raises his voice at you, and immediately, Toji is on him quicker than you could respond.
âWhat did you just say to your mother, brat?â Toji grits as he stares down at his teenage son. Megumi looked back up at him mortified. âI brought you in this world, and I will take your ass out of it if I hear you speak to your mom like that again.â
âBaby, baby, baby, itâs a prank!â You say as you rush over to Toji. Megumi cracks a nervous smile, and you gently nudge Toji back.
âItâs a prank!â Megumi shouts as he leans back away from Toji slightly.
Your husband lets out an annoyed grunt. âYou two play too much. Gonna make me kill my own son.â He says as he releases Megumiâs shoulder. He walks back over to his seat at the dining table and smacks your ass on the way back.
SUKUNA
âRyu, come take out the trash!â You yell to your son. He recently brought up the idea of pranking Sukuna by yelling at you to shut up in front of him. You had urged your son that this was a bad idea, but he was persistent.
Sukuna was sat at the dining table, eating whatever Uraume had prepared for him. Usually, Uraume handled the trash as well, but you distinctly told them to leave it.
Thereâs no response.
âRyu! Trash now!â You call out again in a more frustrated tone.
Sukuna is biting his tongue at this point. There is nothing that he hates more than insolence, especially towards you. Youâre his queen, and he demands for all to respect you, including his son.
No response.
âRyu!â
âOkay mom! Shut the fuck up!â
All four of Sukunaâs eyes widened, and he put down his fork. âDomain expansion. Malevolent-â
âItâs a prank!â You shout as you spin to look at Sukuna quickly. Your son is standing behind you, quite literally trembling in fear.
âYeah- itâs a p-prank, dad.â Ryu stutters out.
Sukuna narrows his gaze, and he looks between the two of you. âFoolish.â He grunts. âBoy, come have a seat.â He commands, and your son reluctantly complies.
âIf you ever pull some shit like that seriously, Iâm not afraid to start over and make a new kid. I got nothing but time on my hands.â Your husband says while eyeing your son.
âRyuâs a good kid, Kuna.â You assure him as you walk over to your husband and rub on his shoulders a bit.
âMmm, for now.â He mumbles, and he nods his head to the trashcan. âTake the trash out.â
NANAMI
Your husband was sitting in the living room, enjoying his âlazy Sundayâ as he called it. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. He couldnât help but feel incredibly grateful for the life he was living right now.
He had everything he ever dreamed of: a stable job, an amazing wife, a small family in a loving home.
You were sitting next to him, casually rubbing on his thigh through his pajama pants. You and your daughter had been texting about playing a prank on your dear husband, and it was finally going to happen.
âHana, did you fold the clothes like I told you to?â You call out to your daughter as sheâs in her bedroom. Nanami turns a page in his book, still not paying too much attention.
âMom, Iâm doing something!â Your daughter yells back.
âHana, get in here and fold those clothes!â You shout back, getting a bit more serious. Nanami lets out a small sigh as he places his mug on the coffee table. Heâs normally quick to nip Hanaâs attitude in the bud.
âIâm busy!â
âHana!â
âOkay mom! Just shut up already!â She finally yells as she storms into the living room. Nanami shuts his book and immediately stares down your daughter.
âWhat did you just say?â He asks as he sits up from his cozy position. His jaw tightens a bit as he glares at Hana.
âI just told her to shut up. Sheâs being overdramatic.â Your daughter continues, playing her part perfectly.
âWhoâs her? Your mother? Youâre telling my wife to shut up?â Nanami says as he starts to stand up.
âItâs just a prank, Ken!â
âDad, itâs a prank-!â
You and your daughter both shout nervously, and Nanami looks at both of you confused for a moment. It then clicks in his head. âGod, donât stress me out like that.â He chides as he relaxes back on the couch. He wraps his arm back around you and picks up his book again.
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ANIMALS ft. Natty
natty x male reader smut
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âAll Iâm saying is,â Natty starts, like she always does, with more unsolicited advice than you can handle at 2 AM, "for someone that complains so much about not having a sex life, you really donât do much to fix it."
âAnd what, oh wise friend of mine, is your recommendation.â
âI donât know. Get a haircut. Dress better. Try not being a massive pussy?â Natty shrugs. Or at least you think she does. Only so much you can tell over the phone.
You sigh. Bite back the urge to tell her to fuck off. But then, who else would talk you to sleep at this ungodly hour? So instead, you concede the point. âNoted.â
âOr, you know, if itâll stop you from being such a little bitch,â and now sheâs laughing, cackling really, and not once has that ever, ever meant anything good. "You could always just fuck me."
â
Two weeks and twelve hours post-Nattyâs incredibly unhelpful suggestion that did absolutely nothing to alleviate you of your insomnia, and youâre back on the phone with her.
Only this time, there's video.
So, yay.
"Help me, please."
Itâs a Friday and Natty's begging, again.
Because she knows she can count on you, knows that youâve long since resigned yourself to your fate as Nattyâs on-call âfixerâ. There for everything from life-changing career decisions to helping her figure out what show to stream next.
And now, apparently, choosing her outfit for tonight.
âHelp me, help me, help me, help me.â
God, this woman and her begging. Knowing full well that itâs your kryptonite.
"Okay, okay, okay," you're relenting, much earlier than usual. Mostly because as far as Nattyâs petulant requests usually go this oneâs a walk in the park. âBut donât you have people for this sort of thing? People who donât, and I quote, âhave a dogshit taste in style?ââ
âIt is dogshit!â Natty calls out, already turned around and leaving you (her phone) on the vanity, facing out to her bedroom and all its hideous pinkness. She disappears from the screen, diving deep into her closet for yet another pair of shorts that will most certainly hug way too close, or a top that dips way too low, or a pair of heels that screamâ'hey, I have legs, would you like to spread them?' "But!"
Natty returns to the camera with a leather beltâoh no, that's a leather skirtâin hand; clad in nothing but a casual cotton bra/underwear combination that sheâs filling out far too well for your sleep-deprived brain to handle.
She holds up the skirt against her waist for your consideration. Poses. It wouldn't cover a thing. Or maybe that's the pointâagain, you don't have any fashion sense, whatsoever.
âYouâre a man, and I need a manâs opinion because Iâm hoping to take one home tonight to fuck my brains out until I forget about this shit-storm of a week. So, you knowâhelp a girl out?â
âAs always, you have quite a way with words.â
Natty leans towards the camera, bending down to stare right at you. It makes entirely too much sense that sheâs built an entire career around doing just this.
âItâs my third language, asshole.â
The insult lands softer than she likely intended, considering well, youâre a little too distracted to take it. Itâs entirely her fault. The angle makes her tits look far too immaculate to pay any attention to her mouth.
Maybe she should consider going out just like this?
Yeah, thatâd definitely get her fucked.
But, she frowns before you can make the suggestion, turning on her heels and sashaying back to her closet, leaving you to choke on air at the sight of her ass stretching out her favourite pair of panties. (The white pair with the pretty-pink bows. The one that rides up her ass when she stretches, bends, sneezesâbasically any time sheâs not standing perfectly still. And even then.)
Anyone else and this whole thing would be weird. Well, weirder than it already is.
See, you and Natty have this thing; this odd, cat and dog relationship thatâs been going on since what feels like the dawn of time:
Youâve watched her shamelessly cycle through men faster than a teenager through a box of tissues, leaving a trail of broken hearts and broken cocks in her wake.
While sheâs been forced to witness every time youâve met âthe oneâ, only to be there months later to help pick up the pieces when youâre burying your feelings in video games and alcohol and porn, wondering how it all went so wrong.
All this to say that seeing Natty bouncing around in her underwear with that laser-beam of a smile of hers; with all of her soft curves, thick thighs, her ridiculous ass and again, those immaculate fucking tits isn't that unusual.
In fact, it doesn't really do anything for you at all.
(Fucking liar.)
âHere, how about this.â Natty appears from the corner of the screen, having found a top thatâs somehow made of even less material than the bra sheâs already got on. The gall of her to ask, "Too much or not enough?"
You deadpan. âDoes it come in adult sizes too?â
Natty grins, because she can read it right on your stupid face. She looks so, unbearably hot. Without even trying that hard. This bitch. âSo just right, then.â
And then she twirls, leaving you to face her back, and before you even have time to blink, Nattyâs bra has fallen down her shoulders; and youâre hating how you lean in to look because this damn app has no zoom feature to save your sorry eyesight.
Her fucking tits. Perfect, bouncy. Even through the pixels, even from behind, you can still see the way they spill.
She slips on her chosen top for the eveningâa tiny, strappy numberâand spins back around to face you in all her Natty glory. By the skin of your teeth, youâre looking away and leaning back, feigning nonchalance and leaving her none the wiser.
You think.
âYou know,â Natty says, tilting to one side, hand on hip. Fuck, even that slightest movement makes them bounce. Utterly, utterly obscene. âYou should just come tonight.â
Youâre saying, âFuck no,â before sheâs even finished her sentence. âComing tonightâ means âclubbingâ, and âclubbingâ means being stuck listening to the shittiest music, surrounded by the worst people in all of Korea, drinking overpriced slop and watching Natty turn down a revolving door of douchebags on the dancefloor.
So, yeah.
If âfuck noâsâ were bricks, youâd be building the Great Wall of âFuck Noâ, big enough for aliens on the other side of the galaxy to see with a fucking telescope and have their first contact with the human race be a giant âFuck Noâ.
And thatâs your polite way of turning her down.
Yet somehow, Nattyâs hardly deterred.
âCome on, itâll be fun,â Natty sing-songs, shuffling on her tiptoes, shifting her weight from foot to foot, making her entire body jiggle. Itâs like sheâs intentionally trying to sell you on the idea with every little movement. Make you believe that if you came with her, youâd be able to find someone who comes close to looking half as good as she does in that⌠whatever-the-fuck that is. Bralette? Crop top? Whatever. Fat chance. "Come on, come, come, come. Be my wingman please!"
You already have your second âfuck noâ queued up, but Natty just wonât stop fucking talking.
âDonât you want to get laid? Donât you think you need to have fun after whatâs-her-name?â Natty continues, pouting at you through the screen.
And there it is, a study in how Natty usually gets her wayâjutting out her bottom lip, digging her thumb into the waistband of her panties to expose just a smidge more skin, leaning just right to make her tits look like theyâre about to pop out. Itâs like sheâs got a fucking manual. Â
âDonât tell me youâd rather stay at home with Handalf the Grey than come out with me and all my hot friends?â
âYou mean having to clean up after all your âhot friendsâ and their bullshit while you run off to score free drinks?â You retort, recalling all the other times when she managed to entice you out of your self-imposed isolation and into the deafening, sweaty hellhole known as a nightclub.
âSaid hot friends that youâre too much of a pussy to hit on, mind you,â Natty chides, and then oh-so-casually decides to drop this nugget: "They all like you, you know, they'd be more than happy to break this dry spell of yours if you just asked. Donât act like I havenât seen the way you look at Julie."
You can feel your cheeks reddening. Youâre not a teenager. You shouldnât blush at this shit. But here you are, falling for Nattyâs words and their magical abilities to needle at your insecurities and fill your head with thoughts of her friends and all their... well, incredibly positive attributes.
Natty pounces on your lapse in composure and gets closer to the camera, crouches. Drops down so sheâs on her heels and all you can see in that tiny window of your phone is the red of her plush, plump lips.
âCome, you pussyââ
âNattyââ
âDo it pussyââ
âNatty, if you think thatâs going to workââ
âPussy, pussy, pussyââ
Youâre yelling down the phone: âFuck, fine!â
Nattyâs victory dance is already in full swing before the words have even left your mouth. Bouncing around her room in pure joy at once again having ruined your evening. Dancing in that barely-there outfit, treating you to entirely sinful ripples across her curves and dips, pure sex on a pair of toned legs. Really makes you wonder how the fuck is she not illegal in at least fifty different countries. Â
You hide your face in your hands, because there it is, the reason youâve never really been able to deny her:
Her laughter, her energy, her fucking shameless glee whenever she manages to get her way (which, if youâre keeping count, is every single time).
Sheâs just so frustratingly adorable.
Somewhere in her celebrations, Natty finds exactly what she was looking for. Reaches down to the floor, picking up a beltâno, thatâs another skirtâthis one even tinier than the first.
âOh, this is perfect,â she preens, holding it out to the camera (to you), before stepping right into it. She spins around, making it dance around her hips. It does wonders for her thighs. "How do I look?â
You swallow. âLike youâre going to get fucked tonight.â
The glint in Nattyâs eyes. Like youâve just served up the finest compliment on a silver platter. You feel sorry for whatever poor soul crosses her path tonight.
Natty winks. âHereâs to hoping.â
â
Guess what?
Turns out you were right: this is the worst place in the world.
Only, youâre the sole person here that seems to think that.
Hours have passed since you helped Natty look perfectly fuckable and youâre at the bar, trying and failing to get the attention of the bartender. Unfortunately, he, like every other male with a beating heart and a boner seems far more interested in Nattyâs little dance routine than his thirsty clientele.
You canât blame him, really. Itâs built in how she moves.
Strobe lights cutting through the air like knives, slicing her into this series of absolutely pornographic snapshots as she dances. And sheâs not alone, she has friendsâbeautiful, all of them, in their own ways. They spin and twirl around her; but Nattyâs the sun here, the star that everything orbits.
(You included).
You see it play outâthe Natty effect. Men, even women alike gravitate to her, drawn by that magnetic force that is Natty at her very best. Trying to get a dance, maybe whisper a line they stole from some movie in her ear, even dare to reach out to touch or press themselves up against her.
But sheâs a black hole, a dark star. Canât get too close.
One by one, theyâre swallowed up by the void of Nattyâs disinterest. The shoulders slump, the smiles falter, and the hope in their eyes dies as Natty, with a simple flick of her wrist sends them stumbling back into the crowd, forgotten almost immediately.
And the whole time sheâs doing this, sheâs got you in her line of sight. A wink here, a smile there, a dance on its own; and all you can do is nod and pretend like youâre okay with all this.
You inhale. Deeply.
Her outfit looks even tinier in person.
You turn away for just a moment, shaking off thoughts of Natty, of her hips and their sway and her winks and her smile; attempting (and failing) to flag down the bartender once more.
This fucking night.
But, when you look back, Nattyâs no longer on the dancefloor.
Sheâs standing next to you. Arms looping around your neck.
âNattyââ
But sheâs not listening. Her eyes are darting around the room, searching for somethingâor someoneâthat you canât see. Your stomach clenches, because that look on Nattyâs face? Thatâs not her usual Iâm-about-to-make-some-poor-soul-my-bitch look. Thatâs something else entirely. Thatâs fear.
âShut up, I need a favour,â sheâs in your ear, yelling over the thrum of the bass thatâs rattling your ribcage.
You lean in, bend down to meet her, because, frankly, youâre worried. Youâve never seen Natty like this, wide eyed and shaky. Never seen her be anything but comfortable.
Youâve also never been this close to her. Felt her breath hot against your neck, felt her body press up against you, felt her softness, felt herâ
Fuck, you should be asking her whatâs wrong, but before you can even do that, the bartender's filling two shot glasses and sliding them over to Natty.
She takes one. You take the other. It tastes lethal.
Nattyâs nails dig into the back of your neck, and she looks at you, intense. Words fast and frantic. âJust pretend weâre together, okay? For a bit. Until I can figure this out. Justâjust keep playing along, yeah?â
You blink. The room blurs around you. You think you mightâve misheard. âWhat?â
âBe my boyfriend,â she says, taking a second shot before you can even digest the first. âI need you. Thereâs some creep and I need you. Now, please?â
You turn immediately, scanning the floor, but the lights and shadows make it near impossible to make out anything other than vague shapes and strobes of colour, let alone pinpoint a face. "Natty, where is he, I canâ"
"No, no, no," she cuts you off with a shake of her head. âFocus on me.â
âWait, why do I have toââ
âOh, shit there he isââ
And then sheâs kissing you.
Ending whatever argument you may have had, because sheâs grabbing, pulling you in, and her lips are on yours and oh fuck, sheâs really, really kissing you.
Itâs a slap to the face, and you need to reel in from the sting. Because youâre already forgetting what youâre doing, forgetting how your limbs work, because Nattyâs putting on the performance of a lifetime and youâre having trouble keeping up.
Her hands are in your hair, yours at the small of her back, and sheâs pulling you close, squishing against you and the taste of herâsweet like candy and sharp like vodkaâfilling you all the way up.
Your tongue catches up, flicking against hers, licking inside of her mouth and sheâs even convincing youâas if sheâs the one thatâs always been into the love at first sight bullshit and youâre the non-believer.
And itâs a problem, how right this feels. Because this isnât what friends doâdefinitely not Natty and you. But still, you can feel her tension, her need for this to be believable; and you donât dare to fuck it all up.
So you kiss her back, because thatâs what you do for Natty.
You always do what she needs.
Youâre about to pull away; this should be enough to have every single person here convinced that youâre hers and sheâs yours. But Nattyâs already sliding her tongue back in your mouth, pleading, âKeep going,â the moment a gap opens between your lips; and youâre diving back into the kiss without a second thought.
And then you hear it.
A flash of a camera.
A cheer.
A whistle.
Julie, Haneul, BelleâNattyâs friends, staring at you like proud fairy godmothers witnessing their own magic at work.
You break the kiss. You look down at Natty.
She giggles.
You feel like a fucking idiot.
"There is no creep, is there?"
Natty shrugs, looks up at you, and she actually looksâwhat is this? Shy? Embarrassed?
"There couldâve been," she says, her eyes wide and innocent, a mask. You see through her like you should have when she first wrapped her arms around your neck. Â Oh sure, like sheâs ever been innocent for a second in her entire life.
Sheâs far too smug for that.
You roll your eyes. You feel like every other idiot thatâs ever fallen for a bat of her lashes and a peek at her tits. Hope is a hell of a drug, especially when Nattyâs the dealer. And yet, despite yourself, the corner of your mouth quirks up. "You're fucking insane."
âMaybe.â Thereâs a long pause. Sheâs staring at your mouth. She presses a finger to your sternum. âBut I had to do something.â
It takes a second. What?
What does that mean?
You stare at Natty, lick your lips. Her taste still lingers.
âAsk yourself the same question Iâve been asking myself for months now,â she says, louder this time, her voice cutting through the noise of the club and hitting your ears with a sobering clarity.
You know what sheâs going to sayâwhat sheâs going to ask before sheâs even opened her mouth. Youâve been asking yourself the same thing too.
So, swallow hard, try to ignore the way Nattyâs friends have gone quiet. Try to ignore Nattyâs hand still resting against your chest, her eyes burning a hole right through you.
âWhy havenât we had sex yet?â
The bloodâs rushing to your cheeks; the music's too loud, the lights too bright, and the room's suddenly spinning around you like a carousel.
Fucking embarrassing.
But Natty doesnât crack a smile. She just looks up at you. Hopeful. Searching you, searching your eyes for an actual answer; and you already know what it is.
âBecause, Natty, weâre friends.â You offer up a weak smile, hoping against hope that sheâll buy it.
But she shakes her head. âOh, please. Like thatâs ever stopped anyone before. Besides, if you want to put a label on it, call it whatever the fuck you want. I just know what I need. Do you?â
You sigh. She gets closer. And closer.
Until your nose is brushing hers. Until her breath is hot on your face, until your heart is racing so fast you can feel it in your ears. Until her hand is sliding down, down, down, until itâs resting over your pants and oh, oh no, youâre straining.
You gasp. She smirks.
âSee? You want it too. And I know you do, because, sweetie, your cockâs practically begging me to pull it out and shove it between my tits right here in front of everyone.â
She just throws it out there, so casually, so bluntly, she might as well be talking about the weather. And maybe, maybe itâs the alcohol, or maybe itâs just Natty being Natty, but fuck you canât do anything but stay frozen still.
Youâre letting her hand linger. Youâre letting her touch you like sheâs got every right in the world. Youâre letting her because thereâs a part of youâthe part thatâs growing by the secondâthat wants to see just how far sheâll take this.
âSo, what is the real reason, ba-by?â
Because youâre in love with her. Youâre in love with her, and you canât just have casual sex with someone youâre in love with because it will ruin you.
But you donât say that. Instead, you just tell her: âTiming.â
That makes her laugh. Has her closing what little gap remained between your bodies, until her tits are flush against your chest, and youâre coming to the conclusion that, yes, you did help her pick out the perfect outfit for tonight.
Perfectly, hopelessly, fuckable.
âWell,â she says, and sheâs pulling you back down again and shutting you up with yet another kiss. âWeâve got all the time in the world now, donât we?â
â
Youâve been here before.
Many, many times before.
You installed the showerhead and fixed all the cabinets yourself. Even secured the lock that youâre now unlocking with the digits that you coded.
But somehow, it feels like a first.
First time youâve kissed her in the back of a car, pushed your hand up her skirt, felt the heat of her against your fingertips. First time youâve pinned her against the wall of an elevator, made her feel just how desperate you were for her against her thigh, made her promise to be so good for you when you got to her door.
First time being pulled through the threshold, hands at your chest, tearing your shirt off you before youâve even stepped foot in her apartment. Had her smiling against your mouth, because sheâs won, again, and you canât even bother to argue because youâve lost to her so many times now that this shouldnât be so surprising.
What is surprising though is how youâre naked first.
"Terrible, terrible taste." Natty's clicking her tongue as your shoes, your shirt, your pants are scattered along the floor behind you. âWeâll have to fix that.â
And then sheâs moving on, hands clawing down your stomach to land at the waistband of your underwear, hooking her thumbs in and yanking down. Youâre so obviously hardâyouâve barely made any effort to hide it from herâfuck, you pretty much flagged down the taxi with it.
"Holy fuck," is the first thing out of Natty's mouth when she takes a hold of you, feeling the naked weight of you in her palm. "Youâre really not messing around, are you? I was expectingâ"
"A sad, lonely little thing," you finish for her, because you've heard it before. "Yeah, you like to mention it a lot."
But Nattyâs not laughing now.
Sheâs just staring. Almost reverently. She decides, her voice a little raspy, tinted with an apprehension that you never knew she was capable of mustering, "I like it. It's... massive."
You lean in, pressing your mouth against hers because if sheâs going to say that, youâre going to kiss her, again and again, and thereâs a strong possibility you're never going to stop.
She whimpers, gasps into your mouth, says your name for the first timeânot some nickname, not a jab or an insult. Just your name, in your ears, like itâs something sacred.
Youâre not a saint. You canât ignore that.
Your cock jumps in her hand, and as if on instinct, she strokes you.
It's slow, purposeful. She's too good at this. Knows the right pressure, where to twist and wind her wrist. How to sweep her thumb over the tip, smear pre-cum over your skin, and this entire time she's staring down at your cock like she's discovered something new.
âThis is going to ruin me, isn't it?â she whispers, and you nod, because your voice is lodged in your throat and sheâs stealing the air from your lungs. âGoing to fit so fucking nicely inside me. Fuck itâs going to stretch me.â
You groan, collapse your weight into Natty, press your lips against the column of her throat.
Both hands now, one underneath, toying with your balls, balancing them in her fingers, and the other doing its best to squeeze, to pump, to make you fall for her with every stroke.
âI canât wait to ride this,â Natty kisses these words into your cheek, your jaw, leaves these marks all over your collarbone. âI wonder if I can fit it down my throat. God, can you imagine what itâll look like between my tits?â
And that makes your cock throb.
Because face it, Natty has always had a way of getting into your head; is far too dangerous with her words, and sheâs all too willing to abuse this power she has over you to get you do what she wants, which is now, apparently, fucking her senseless.
You let her, let her build and build this pressure, let it coil inside you, tighter and tighter. Until the need to feel her, all of her, is too much to handle.
Until you grab her, take her by the shoulders, push herânot hard, but firmlyâagainst the nearest wall.
Youâre not gentle about it, because Natty doesnât want gentle. She wants rough, she wants passionate, she wants to be fucked and have her cunt worshipped by way of complete ruin.
Sheâs told you as much.
"That's more like it," Natty bites into your ear, grips your shoulders. She follows your eyes. "Let me guess, my tits?"
So, maybe she has caught you looking once or twice. Either way, you donât care much for her top anymore, itâs served its purpose. You take a fistful of it and pull, ripping it right off her and tossing it to the floor with everything else thatâs kept the two of you from tearing each other apart.
âBetter?â Natty poses for you, puts her tits on displayâand yeah, you were right all along. Fucking immaculate.
You take a hold of one, palm it; fill your hand with flesh, twinge those dark, plump nipples, because of course youâre going to. Youâre going to pinch and squeeze and suck on them. Youâre going to mark her like sheâs already done to you. Mark them, with your teeth, with your tongue. Fuck, youâre going to make them yours.
But for now, you're just going to slap them, because you want to watch them jiggle up close.
You laugh. Natty does too.
"Much better."
And with that, youâre back on her. Kisses that are sloppy, wet, and filled with all the pent-up want that's been simmering for months. You donât even know where to begin with Natty, but you start with her mouth. Itâs a good place. Itâs always a good place with Natty.
Her hand doesnât stop moving, canât, wonât. The friction is heaven; you just let her touch you, fuck her hand while you indulge in her tits. Get to know the weight of them, the balance, the softness.
A sigh into your ear as your tongue finally finds her breasts, deep and messy, sliding over her nippleâsheâs already so sensitive, just a flick and sheâs gasping. Youâre not even trying to be precise anymore, not that Natty needs it, not that she needs anything but for you to enjoy yourself against her.
It all makes the room seem smaller, the walls close, surrounding you with the scentâcinnamon and sweat and something else thatâs just her.
âSee this is why fucking me is such a great idea,â she slurs against your shoulder, hand tightening, stroking you harder, faster.
You mumble an affirmative into her breast. Itâs a miracle you can still stand upright.
âIsnât this so much better than like everything else? Anyone else?â She sighs, breathy, sweet sounds, as she takes you by the wrist, guides your hand southwards.
Fingertips graze her stomach, trace around her belly button and lower; until youâre digging into her skirt and feeling the heat rise off her skin. Sheâs soaked right through her panties, dripping with it. Another place for your tongue to land.
âWe can just be fucking honest with each other,â Nattyâs explaining, eyes tearing when your finger pads her clit, pressing down just right. âYou already told me all the things you hate. All the things your bitch exes never let you do.â And she smiles, wicked. âNever had the tits to give you.â
Christ.
âAnd I can get you to fuck me exactly how I want with this big, fucking cock,â Natty finishes. "Weâre a perfect fucking match."
Itâs at that moment you find the zipper of her skirt, tugging it down, watching it fall to the feet. Leaving Natty to step out of the tiny scrap of fabric she calls her panties; abandoning the sticky mess of cotton.
You take a step back, unlatch your lips from her tits, because you need to see it. Need to finally see her, see your Natty, see the Natty you've never allowed yourself to look at.
So, take your time, drink her inâbecause the way sheâs standing there, the way sheâs touching herself now; biting her lip, sighing your name. All but saying, âLook all you want, but donât you dare look awayâ.
Look at the arch of her neck, the red youâve left there, that trail youâve burned down to her tits. Bruised and swollen from your tongue, your kisses, and yet still not marked enough. Follow the curve of her hips; how they flare out from her waist, the plush squish of her ass cheeks against the wall behind her.
You want to kiss her, from the tips of her toes to the top of head; all of her, every part of her, because now sheâs going to finally let you.
Because now you're going to fuck her until all she knows is you, going to make her scream your name, going to make her beg for you to fill her with your cock and cum and never ever leave her cunt empty again.
Thatâs the plan, anyway.
But Nattyâs got plans of her own.
âDidnât you say,â Natty begins, sighing, circling her cunt in a rhythm that youâre dying to recreate. She licks her lips. âThat your last ex refused to suck that lovely, magnificent cock of yours?
"Yeah," you stammer, at a loss for breath at just the sight of it all. âAnd werenât you trying to find someone to fuck your brains out?â
Nattyâs eyes light up; and there's that easy, charming grin that knocks you right off your feet. "Youâve always been such a good listener."
â
Natty's plotting to ruin you.
It's the only possible explanation for the way she's looking at you right nowâon her knees, at the foot of her bed, flanked by walls painted an ugly shade of pastel pink and Natty's tits, sandwiching your cock.
Youâd imagined it, thought about it when you shouldnât have been thinking about it. Whenever she brought you to watch her perform, whenever she sent you pictures of her outfit of the day. But your eyes always went there. Straight to Nattyâs tits, every time.
You knew they were big.
Youâve felt them, on accident (though they donât seem like accidents anymore).
But now, to have them enveloping your cock, drowning your shaft in their softness, and to have her, staring at your face with so much fucking excitement as she gives you everything youâve ever wantedâitâs surreal.
Youâre dying to paint them white.
âLooks like youâre already about to fall apart, baby,â she teases, and itâs even worse now that sheâs calling you these sweet names, saying them like sheâs always wanted to, like sheâs finally letting herself. âCouldnât wait, could you?â
âFuck, Nattyââ you breathe out, your hands finding her hair, tightening, because thatâs all you can manage to do when Nattyâs in control. Like sheâs always been.
âMmhmm,â she hums, keeping her eyes on you, making sure youâre watching, even as her tongue flicks out to taste you. A slow, taunting lick to make you buck your hips, desperate to feel the suction of her lips. âYou must have been dreaming about this, huh?â
You donât bother lying. She already knows the answer. âEvery. Fucking. Night.â
Nattyâs smile spreads across her face, and she rewards you with a kiss, pressing her lips down onto the head of your cock; before sliding them lower, eyes fluttering shut with the first taste of you. âWell, what took you so long? All you needed to do was show me your cock and Iâd have been happy to do it whenever you want me to. Happy for you to use my tits as your cum rag. You know that, right?â
She moves; and the sight of it aloneâNattyâs tits wrapped around your cock, bobbing up and down, hypnotising you with the flicker of her nipplesâup and down, up and down. Itâs merciless, unrelenting, and she keeps talking, keeps kissing these sweet little words into your cock that makes your hips jerk, trying to fuck her tits faster, harder.
"Look at how perfect you look," Natty keeps going, "how your cock fits so snug."
The sounds sheâs tearing from your throat as her tits take you, and sheâs barely even started.
âBut we can do better, canât we?â
Her pace picks up, and with it, the tightness of your grip on her hair. Sheâs pushing the ample mounds together, squeezing, putting her whole body into it, into this new art sheâs pioneering. Driving you insane with just her breasts, making you swell between them, throbbing as she works you over.
âSo big," sheâs panting from just the effort, the bounce, bounce, bounce of it all, "I can feel you getting so much bigger."
Everythingâs going too fast, her tits are too soft, her lips on you too hot, and sheâs drooling, her spit dripping down onto your cock. You want to tell her to stop, that you canât take it, but Natty just keeps going.
"Fuck,â Natty mewls, pinching her own nipples, for you, for her. Pinching and rolling them, making them nice and stiff and swollen. âLet me just try andââ
She cranes her head, bends; takes your cock deeper into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue darts out licks your cock, gets that sweet spot on the underside, makes you shake underneath her.
Natty holds you there, even as you groan, even as your hips rise; just licks, spits, sucks. Her mouth moving up and down on you, making a mess down your shaft, down her tits. Taking you deeper, deeper, until youâre fucking her face.
She moans around you as your hips buck and you push deep, desperate for it. Her eyes water, her cheeks hollow, and sheâs got you. Youâre in her mouth and sheâs loving it. Loving the power she has over you, loving giving you what she wants, loving how youâre pulling her by the hair, desperate to feed her more of your cock into her throat.
Like your entire relationship has been building up to this momentâto Nattyâs tits wrapped around you, her mouth all over you, her eyes on yours, watching as you fuck her face.
"Fuck, Natty," you grunt, your voice barely recognisable. "What the fuckâ"
But Natty's just smiling, youâre fucking that smug little smile on her lips, and sheâs taunting you. "Come on baby, keep going, keep going."
Itâs utterly obsceneâthe smack of her lips around your cock, her slobbering all over you, her gagging, her moaning around you, looking up at you and asking, âIs that all youâve got?â
You're so close, so fucking close, and she knows it. Moving her tits faster, faster, and you're about to blow your load all over Natty's pretty face, her chest.
But she keeps talking.
Even as you stuff her cheeks, even as you muffle her, âNone of those other skinny bitches could do this, could they, could handle this big, fat cock?â
Even as you force her down, pull her by the hair, âYouâve been so obsessed with my body, so obsessed with my tits, havenât you?â
Even as her tits slide off you and your cock smacks her across her cheek, âI always saw the way you looked at them, fuck I was showing them off for you, you just took too fucking long to notice.â
She won't stop fucking talking.
You finally snap. "God, are you ever going to stop?"
But Natty just laughs, bats her lashes. Slides her tongue from your base to your tip. "Maybe you should find something to gag me with."
Your hand wraps around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes go wide, to make her mouth pop open. She rolls out her tongue for you, and you know what she expects you to do, what she expects you to fill her mouth with.
But you donâtâinstead, you fill it with your kiss.
It's deep, itâs bruising, itâs saying âfuck youâ in the sweetest way possible, without uttering a single syllable. Natty laughs against your mouth, a âfuck youâ right back with her teeth, biting down on your lower lip. Not breaking skinânot yetâbut the promise is there.
Her hand leaves your cock to wrap around your neck, pulling you closer to her, her mouth eager for yours, and you donât even think twice before you hoist her up, her legs wrapping around your waist. Giggling againâanother sound thatâs going to be your undoingâbefore youâre both stumbling back onto her bed.
The mattress dips under the weight of your bodies falling back into it. Natty straddles you, presses her cunt down onto your thighs. So wet you can feel it on your thigh, leaving your skin sticky and stained with her. Your hands move to her hips, dragging her closer, so you can feel the friction grinding against your cock, making you ache.
She breaks your kiss, gasping for air. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wideâseeing her pant like this, itâs not even fair. Sheâs just so fucking beautiful, like a painting youâre afraid to touch because you might smudge it.
You tell her as much.
She blinks. Blushes.
Grins.
âYou,â Natty breathes, her hand trailing down your chest, finding your heartbeat, resting there for a beat, two, âare so fucking in love with me.â
You donât argue because sheâs right.
Her hand slides up your arms, nails dig in and sheâs got your wrists, pinning them over your head. You let her. Let her grind herself against your cock, feel the warm, wet heat of her cunt against the tip.
She takes her sweet time, melting herself into you, pressing her tits into your chest, and you can feel her heart racing against yours.
She whispers, âGod, Iâve waited so fucking long for this.â
You canât even form a coherent thought, so you just grunt.
âIâve dreamt about this so much,â she continues, breathless words sending shivers down your spine. âYour cock, fuck, itâs just as perfect as I imagined. And now, itâs all mine.â
And then she does itâshe sinks down onto you, slow and sweet, her pussy taking you in inch by glorious inch. You groan into her shoulder, your eyes shut as Nattyâs tight heat surrounds you. Itâs like nothing youâve ever felt before; sure thereâs been others but something about Nattyâs cunt is so intense itâs almost painful.
âSo tight,â you grit out, the words torn from your chest like theyâre made of glass. She just laughs, low, sultry, and starts to move.
Itâs a dance, a rhythm thatâs been building between the two of you for what feels like an eternity. Sheâs rocking her hips back and forth in this torturous grind. Fucking you like itâs the last thing sheâll ever do, like she needs to make the most of it. Like youâre going to vanish into thin air the second she lets you go.
âI knew youâd feel this good,â Natty sighs into your neck, already surrendering to your cock. âFuck, I knew itâwhy did you keep this from me?â
You canât answer, not really.
Youâre too lost in the feel of her, too consumed by the way sheâs moving on top of you. Every inch of her body is pressed against yours, and sheâs so warm, so alive, that you canât think of anything but how Nattyâs finally letting you in. How sheâs letting you make her whole.
But itâs too much. Nattyâs cunt, tight and wet, fucking you so slow itâs a fucking crime. Pinning you down, a butterfly on a board spread out, displayed, unable to do anything but take her sweet, sweet punishment. And sheâs whispering it in your ear, grinding down, rolling her hips, âFuck you. Fuck you for keeping this from me,â with every stroke.
Sheâs doing it on purpose, youâre sure of it. Driving you crazy, making you beg, making you want it more than youâve ever wanted anything in your life. Your hips jerk up to meet her, trying to speed things up, to get that friction you need, but Natty just pushes down on your shoulders, keeping you in place.
So you tell her, "This is fucking torture."
Natty just smirks, her hips never stilling. "Is it?" she asks, as if this all isnât intentional. Like she doesnât have some grand plan to ensure you never forget the things her cunt can do to you. "Do something about it then."
So, you do.
It takes more effort than youâll ever admit, but you break her grip on your wrists, grab her hips, and flip her over, sending her sprawling onto the bed, face down.
The squeal from her. Itâs music.
How her eyes go wide when you treat her like a ragdoll, how her tits juggle and bounce, smacking the mattress. And when you push down into her, slamming your hips into her ass, how she arches back into you, her back bowing like a fucking violin.
âYes!â She cries, fucking cheers into the mattress, like sheâs been waiting for thisâfor you to have had enough of her shit and take her without asking. âYes, yes, yesââ
You hover over her, throb inside her. "Is this what you fucking wanted?"
Natty sighs into the bedsheets, urging her hips against you, begging without words, begging for you to do more.
âYou want it rough, baby?â
âYeah,â Natty says, pushing back against you again, nodding immediately. âIf you can.â
Still with the provocations, unable to resist pressing at your buttons.
You grab her hair, yank it back so sheâs staring at you, force her to look at you. And you fuck her hard. Fuck her like youâve wanted to since the first time she walked into your life and decided to make it all about her.
You fill her with deep, long strokes, fill the room with the smacks of your hips colliding against her, of your cock thrusting into her cunt again and again.
She claws at the sheets, trying to find purchase, trying to push back against you. But youâre too strong, too desperate.
You pound into her, impale her with your cock, watch her face twist in pleasure, in pain. Youâre fucking her like youâre trying to break her, like she asked. Trying to solve herâhow hard can she take it, how deep, how fast.
But Natty wonât give you an answer, she just takes it allâevery inch, ever pump into her sopping wet cunt. Just grins and takes every bit of your need, your frustration. A bottomless pit of pleasure, begging for more with every whine, every little noise she makes thatâs not quite a scream but is so close that it rattles your brain.
And when you finally let go of her hair, Nattyâs licking her lips, and without even a care for what it does to you, she coaxes, âYou can do better.â
You donât know how she can talk right now, how she can even think with your cock so deep inside her, but something about the way she says it makes you want to test the limits of her ability to stay coherent.
But first, thereâs the problem of her ass.
âLetâs see about that,â you murmur, dragging your hand down her spine, feeling the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, and coming to a stop at her perfectly rounded ass. Itâs a masterpiece, a work of art, and youâve always had a bit of an artistâs soul.
You do what comes naturally.
A spank against Nattyâs ass. Hard, hard enough to make her yelp.
Againâanother slap, another yelp, louder, better.
You keep fucking her, keep spanking her, keep watching red bloom across her cheeks and Natty squirm underneath you. The whines get louder, her cunt gets wetter, but itâs still not enough to dull that smug look on her face.
âFuck yes,â Natty gasps, raises her ass, presenting it to you like a trophy for you to claim. âI always knew you had it in you.â
You grab her hips harder, your knuckles white, your hand a blur as it connects with her ass. Itâs so explicit, the sound of it in the quiet of Nattyâs apartmentâeach spank echoing through the room like a gunshot.
But Natty just takes it, her body jolting with each hit, her cunt tensing and tightening around you.
âGod, donât fucking stop,â Natty sputters, tears of pained pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes. âYouâre using me so good.â
You lean down, kissing hard against her neck, branding her shoulder. You want her to feel you, to remember you. To not be able to ever feel remotely good again without first thinking of you.
"It's your fucking fault, Natty," you growl into her ear. "You drive me mad."
And she laughs, the sound vibrating through her body and going straight to your cock. "Good," she answers, "Good. Be mad. Be angry."
But youâre beyond that now, beyond the point of no return. All that you know is Nattyâs cunt, Nattyâs ass, Nattyâs moans, and Nattyâs grin that youâre aching to wipe off her face.
"Fucking hate me if you want," sheâs saying, and she canât seem to stop, "just donât stop fuckingâah!â
You nearly stop when you realise youâve finally done it. Finally left Natty out of breath, lost for words. A fucking miracle, reallyâthe kind that makes you feel like a fucking god.
It doesnât stop her cunt clenching around you, tight as a vice, because even now, Nattyâs got some kind of death grip pussy, and sheâs using it to fucking kill you.
You whisper in her ear, âYou like that?â
Her only response is a breathy, needy little whine, so you spank her again.
And again.
Her cunt tightens. Sheâs close, so close. You can feel it.
âYou like it when I use you, Natty?â
She nods, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth crying into the mattress, a mess of hair and sweat and utter bliss.
âSay it,â you demand, slapping her ass once more, watching as the pain ripples through her. âSay it.â
And Natty does, because sheâs a good little whore, because sheâs yours now. âYes, yes, I like it when you use me, when you fuck me like this, when itâs only about you, your cock, your needs, your pleasureââ
God, it feels good to hear her say it, but you still want more than just words. You want her to fucking scream it.
You make the bed shake, knock the headboard against her wall, itâs a competition of whatâs going to break firstâthe frame or her.
âThis cunt. Your cunt. Iâm going to use it. Fuck it whenever I want.â
But Natty catches you off guard, because thatâs what Natty does best. She opens her eyes, looks right into yours, and suddenly she has her voice again: âWhenever I want. Youâre going to fucking move in with me.â
You freeze. Your hand mid-spank. Your cock mid-thrust. It throws you entirely off, because, what the fuck?
"You're going to be my boyfriend now," Natty says, wrenching back control, fucking her ass back into you. Stating not asking, leaving no room for argument. "Move in with me, your place sucks anyway."
"You're out of your fucking mind," you start to protest, but she cuts you off with another squeeze of her cunt around you, and now sheâs the one fucking you, her hips rolling back and forth in this maddening, sinful way that has you biting down on your tongue to keep from shouting.
"Move in and just fuck me every day," she says, all light and airy, like itâs already been decided, like moments ago you didnât have her dead to rights. "Morning to night. It would be so fucking nice."
This is real, you know that for sure. Itâs not just something sheâs saying to get off, not another way to get under your skin. You know it in her voice, sheâs deadly serious and suddenly your mindâs racing.
"Come on," Natty purrs, punctuating each word with a slap of her ass against your waist, "You know you want it, why fucking wait?"
Sheâs not wrong. It makes too much fucking sense to deny. And yet, part of you still can't believe it. That Natty, the girl who's had countless men at her feet, could have any man at her feet, actually wants you. That Natty is underneath you now, eyes glossed over with need, mouth swollen from your kisses, ass cheeks flushed crimson from your palm.
"I'll take such good care of you, baby," she says, unaware that sheâs already completely won, unaware that her cunt already has you bending to her will. "Every day, every night.â
You can't help but nod. You're too consumed in her to do anything else. You just let go of everything. The fears, the doubt, the fucking logic.
And Natty says it, the three words that seal your fateâ"I'll love you," she cries out, "I'll fucking love you forever if you just keep giving me this fucking cock."
It's like the world stops, like everything you've ever wanted is right there in front of you, wrapped up in Natty's tight fucking body.
You're so close, so fucking close, that you can almost taste itâthe sweet release of your orgasm; giving in to Nattyâs unbelievably sensational cunt sleeving your cock, pulsing with each thrust, desperate to milk you dry.
Thereâs nothing left to do but give Natty wants. Fuck her, hammer into her so hard that youâre going to fuck a Natty-shaped hole into the mattress, fucking shatter her bedframe, and then keep drilling her straight through the floor.
And sheâs crying out your name, forgetting about everything that isnât you, isnât your cock, isnât the dream of your cum filling her to the brim and spilling out of her cunt every single day for the rest of your fucking lives.
âAre you close, baby? Are you going to cum for me? Please, give it to me, I need it so bad, I need it now, because I'm about to, about to, about toâ"
And then it happens.
Fucking destroys her.
It hits. A crescendo that peaks as you bottom out inside her, shaking her to the core. Her cunt spasms about you, her body rises off the bed as if youâre performing a fucking exorcism, and she screams your name so loud itâs only a matter of time before the neighbours come banging on her door.
"Oh my fucking god youâ"
Natty gushes around your cock, juices running down your shaft, your balls, and sheâs squirting. Oh god, sheâs squirting all over the fucking place.
Nattyâs body goes rigid, her back arching so much itâs like sheâs trying to fold in half, crying, sputtering these words that don't even make senseâuntil you realise she's speaking an entirely different fucking language.
Not that it matters, because you can tell what she's saying, read it in her body, in the way she's spurting and making a big fucking mess beneath your bodies. Whatever sheâs saying sounds utterly depraved, filthy and so, so good to your ears.
It keeps going and going, until she has enough sense to speak your language again, needing to make sure you hear it when she saysâ"fucking fill me, baby," she whimpers. "Give me everything, all your fucking cum."
And itâs your turn to be hitâlike a fucking freight train.
You're cumming, hard and fast and out of fucking nowhere. Your balls tighten, your cock throbs, and youâre flooding Nattyâs cunt.
Itâs biological, in every cell of your bodyâlike your entire being is coming undone, and the only thing holding you together is Natty, Natty, Natty.
Her body shaking beneath you, her cunt contracting around your cock as wave after wave of cum fills her up.
Sheâs so fucking tight, so fucking perfect, that you can feel every pulse of your orgasm, every drop of your cum spurting into her. You're not sure how long it lasts, how much you give her, but itâs enough to make your muscles shake, enough to knock the architecture right out of your limbs.
"So fucking good, so fucking good," Natty coos. "Fucking finally, finally filling me up so good."
Her moans a lullaby, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body with every syllable. You lean down, burying your face in the crook of her neck, your every inhale and exhale ragged as you try to catch your breath. Still twitching inside her, still releasing the last of your cum, and Nattyâs just lying there, her body limp, her eyes closed, basking in it all.
"So perfect," she keeps repeating, right up until the very end, âSo, so, perfect.â
You collapse on top of her, just lie there shivering together, your face next to hers. Sheâs got this look on her face, a victorious glow, and you just have to accept it. Yeah, sheâs won again, in devastatingly convincing fashion.
For a second, youâre both just thatâspent, exhausted, entirely drained. Like youâve just run a marathon. Or been in a fight. Or both.
Then Nattyâs got the nerve to stir, to kiss your cheek with the tenderness of a whisper. Lips softer than you thought possible, given how hard sheâs just been fucking you. And thatâs it, the moment your body decides itâs had enough of playing dead, enough of lying there like a sack of potatoes.
You roll over, bringing Natty with you, her body curling into yours like sheâs been made to fit there. Her head rests on your chest, her legs entwined with yours, and for a moment, you just hold her close.
It feels fucking right.
"Tomorrow," Natty sighs contentedly, her cheek finding home atop your heartbeat.
You blink. "Tomorrow?"
"Yeah, you're moving in tomorrow." Nattyâs deciding for you already, setting the dynamic for the rest of your future. Doing all this with her eyes still shut as she snuggles closer to you. "I'll hire the movers."
You sigh, the weight of the world and Natty's body both feeling surprisingly light. You think about the next few days, the weeks, the years even, with Natty. The idea is so ludicrous, so absurd, that it feels like a fever dream.
But as you hold her, feel her warmth, her unabashed, blatant satisfaction, something inside you shifts. A reframing of the concept of Natty that you hold in your head. The thought of her naked body in your bed, her laughter in your living room, her mess in your kitchenâit doesnât feel like an intrusion, it feels like home.
"Are you sure?" you ask. A little shaky, a little hopeful.
Natty opens one eye to look at you, a laugh playing on her lips. "Oh, you know I'm going to be the worst fucking roommate ever."
"Yeah, I can see that. But as long as you keep being the best fucking everything else..." Your words trail off into a whisper, your hand tracing idle patterns on her back.
And then she says it again.
"Youâre so fucking in love with me."
Natty kisses you hard, deep, her tongue sliding against yours. And you know, you fucking know, that she's right. You are desperately, entirely, so fucking in love with her, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
You laugh, the sound a little desperate, a little wild, and roll her again, pin her down again. A strange feeling rushes through your mind. Like youâre going to be repeating this exact same motion for the next hundred years. And somehow, that doesnât sound like the worst thought in the world.
Natty squeals, cheers, moans when you settle between her legs.
"Fuck you, Natty."
"Oh, baby," Natty giggles, reaching down between your legs, squeezing you. Once. Twice. Until you're filling her hand once more. "That's what I'm here for."
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a case of the cuddle bug | logan sargent social media au
pairing: logan sargent x fem!piastri!reader
someone check his temperature, he's got a serious case of the cuddle bug
author's note: thought we could all use some logan content to get us through the weekend
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yourusername: he's not racing :( more time to cuddle :)
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user1: if i find out that that t-shirt was made by them i may need to be shot in the head
yourusername: sorry to be the bearer of bad news đ
user2: y/n where do we find a logan?
yourusername: date your brother's best friend - the romance books did NOT lie
logansargent: hard to be too sad when you're around
yourusername: awwwww logie bear đť i love youuuuu
logansargent: i love you too come back to the motorhome the hospitality coffee is not worth it
yourusername: not even if i swipe you a cupcake?
logansargent: okay..... maybe ....
alexalbon: i'm sorry buddy, i promise i'll do us proud
yourusername: yOU BETTER đš
alexalbon: i'm soRRY are you like a gremlin? did someone spill some water?
yourusername: i'm gonna ignore most of that cause gizmo is cute
logansargent: she loves you really alex
alexalbon: do you still love me logie?
logansargent: yes?
alexalbon: I' SORRY I HAVE.A GUILTY CONSCIENCE I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE BEING MAD AT ME
user3: lol mood ^
oscarpiastri: you could support your BELOVED BROTHER NOW (AT HIS (OUR) HOME RACE)
yourusername: ugh i guess
oscarpiastri: you literally said you'd support me any time logan wasn't racing :(
yourusername: unless he can come with me, we'll be supporting you from the williams garage
oscarpiastri: better than nothing i guess
logansargent
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logansargent: no way around it, this weekend has been the hardest of my career. however, i'm thankful for alex for picking up a couple points for the team and for having y/n with me to support me this weekend, enjoy the cute picture of her (but not too much)
also i guess congrats to oscar on a podium at his home race đ¤ˇđťââď¸
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user4: hardest weekend ever... here's a pic of my. hot gf :)))))
user5: he's real for that, just reminding us that he's still winning off track
alexalbon: thank you isn't enough logie, love you man, can't wait to see you back in the car next week x
yourusername: you're so lucky you got points otherwise your ass would've been grass xoxo
alexalbon: Y/N I SAID I WAS SORRY PLEASE STOP BEING MEAN YOU'RE MEANT TO BE THE NICE PIASTRI
oscarpiastri: you stole my soon-to-be brother-in-law's car and called me a shit padel player đđť
alexalbon: why is everyone ganging up on me :(
logansargent: you gotta take it for at least this weekend bro
alexalbon: i guess...
user6: they're so cute, but who is taking these photos of them?
yourusername: oscar makes himself useful sometimes
oscarpiastri: ugh i get NO CREDIT IN THIS FAMILY
logansargent: i at least appreciate it oscar đŤśđť
oscarpiastri: that's all well and good and i love you, you're my bff but sometimes i don't want to see you be lovely dovey with that hellspawn
fredvesti: let it be known i will no longer be sneaking out with you guys for ice cream on a race weekend, the risk was not worth the third wheeling
logansargent: i paid?
fredvesti: thank the lord you did otherwise i'd raise an official complaint
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oscarpiastri: got a podium at my home race and i'm still not my sister's favourite
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user8: have we considered that y/n and logan have attachment issues?
oscarpiastri: she sat at the window like a woman waiting for her husband at war when he DARED to go home for christmas when we were 16
yourusername: as if you haven't cried over lily đ
oscarpiastri: i ACTUALLY don't get to see her very often, i can't separate you and logan
yourusername: LEAVE ME BE
user9: oscar says this as if y/n wasn't crying her eyes out at the podium
user10: and logan wiping her tears to prevent smudging her eyeliner - sigh
logansargent: don't hate the player hate the game
oscarpiastri: what happened to blood being thicker than water
yourusername: you know what else is thicker than water ... đŠđŠđŠ
oscarpiastri: okay you can sTOP RIGHT THERE
landonorris: they're really one being huh?
oscarpiastri: believe me the dinner at mine? they were being TAME
yourusername: okay for the audience we are not that bad, we're just affectionate we aren't like making out in front of everyone
landonorris: .... shame
oscarpiastri: yOU HAVE SHAME THAT'S MY SISTER
logansargent: THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND
yourusername: AND THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND
landonorris: damn tough crowd
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yourusername: a wee break before my boy is back to knock your socks off
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user11: they're so cute your honour
alexalbon: dating a racing driver and not wearing a seat belt? interesting.
yourusername: dating a professional golfer and still shit at golf? interesting.
lilymunhe: she did get you there alex, soz.
yourusername: also we weren't even driving, that hair acting is all a fan
logansargent: practically a professional photographer now (the model definitely helps, she looks perfect doing anything)
yourusername: hehehheheheheheheheheheheeh
user12: y/n really just gagging alex at every corner
user13: she saw logan wasn't holding a grudge and decided to double down on hers
user14: and we respect that
logansargent: you knock my socks off everyday babe
yourusername: as long as it's only me đ
logansargent: i've been in love with you since i was 13 đđť
yourusername: SNAPđŤ°
oscarpiastri: once again left out of the photodump
yourusername: you are not 'my boy' that would in fact be inappropraite
oscarpiastri: you couldn't just change the caption?
yourusername: you're not cute enough to be a lannister (cersei and jaime call me)
logansargent: ????
yourusername: *call us đ
logansargent
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logansargent: glad to be back in the car this weekend, though if alex could stop terrorising y/n that would be great
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user15: were oscar and y/n's parents in the williams garage?
user16: so oscar wasn't lying about him basically being family already đĽš
alexalbon: i was not TERRORISNG I WAS ENGAGING IN SIBLING LIKE BANTER
oscarpiastri: hold on buster, that's MY sister đ¤¨
alexalbon: i can't win with any of you three đ
yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO EAGLE BOY GOD BLESS AMERICA đŚ
đşđ¸
logansargent: i'll let you have this one for once
yourusername: as an aussie that was very hard to say, please appreciate it
logansargent: thank you my little kangaroo?
yourusername: kinda offensive they're scary
logansargent: koala?
yourusername: YOU SAYING I HAVE CHLAMYDIA?
logansargent: well i've ran out of australian animals now :(
user17: thanks for the violent reminder of chlamydia being rife in koalas :(
oscarpiastri: gonna have to beat you this weekend to win back my parents' favour it seems
yourusername: let's be real, they prefer logan over both of us :(
oscarpiastri: true đ
logansargent: i can't help the southern charm
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williamsf1: LOGAN POINTS, I REPEAT LOGAN POINTS đ¤
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user20: TRUST HIM, I REPEAT TRUST HIM
yourusername: THAT'S MY BOY LET'S FUCKING GO
oscarpiastri: you never get this excited for me?
yourusername: FUCK OFF THIS IS NOT YOUR TURN, IT'S LOGAN'S DAY
maxverstappen1: pretty sure i won the race
yourusername: FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU
user21: y/n crying her eyes out she's so real
user22: based on the faces in the garage i think she may have let everything out lol
user23: as she should
user24: can't expect two people to be attached 24/7 and not be ride or die for each other
logansargent: thanks for the support, glad to pick up some points for the team
yourusername: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU
logansargent: i know you've shouted it in my face since i got back from media
yourusername: you need to know it :(
logansargent: i love you so much
yourusername: i love you even more
user25: the whole piastri family going wild in LOGAN'S garage was not on my 2024 bingo sheet
user26: but it was cute as fuck
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yourusername: we're down bad with a case of the cuddle bug
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user27: the CUDDLE BUG?
user28: i need to be taken out of my misery
logansargent: i've got a high fever, a love fever
oscarpiastri: THAT WAS CORNY AS FUCK
yourusername: i thought it was cute :(
logansargent: and that's what matters
yourusername: exactlyyyyy
oscarpiastri: so fuck me, right?
yourusername: yes!
logansargent: yes!
user29: this whole interaction makes it so obvious oscar was the only boy growing up LOL
alexalbon: i'll concede, you guys are cute
yourusername: we been known
logansargent: no one does it like us
alexalbon: erm alex and lily erasure?
yourusername: lily cute, you not so much
alexalbon: stop being SO PROTECTIVE WHY ARE YOU A GOLDEN RETRIEVER WITH EVERYONE ELSE AND A RABID JACK RUSSELL WITH ME IT WAS JAMES' DECISION GO FOR JAMES' ANKLES
williamsf1: ???
yourusername: i thought it was friendly sibling banter (also james is logie's boss of course i'm not gonna go for his ankles dummy)
logansargent: she's my little guard dog đŤśđť
yourusername: anything for you, come back to cuddle :(
logansargent: on my way cuddle bug!
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note: i understand why williams made the decision they did, but i've had such a soft spot for logan since he admitted he's lonely in the paddock :( i hope he has a good next race to really prove himself to everyone xx hope you enjoyed! xx
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Just Roommates
Male OC x Ryujin
Tags: 30k, smut, cheating, oral, creampie
The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.
âI donât understand why we canât just get our own place,â muttered Ryujin, gazing scornfully at the stack of lease renewal papers scattered atop the kitchen counter.
She loathed the idea of her and her boyfriend, Tae, signing away an additional year of their lives in the apartment they shared with his buddy from college.
âYou know I canât stand being around that arrogant piece of shit anymore...â
âI know you donât like him, but Junho is my best friend, and itâs just unrealistic for us to try and afford a place on our own right now, babe,â Tae replied. âJust one more year. By then we should have enough saved up to move out on our own, and youâll have your degree. We just have to make this small sacrifice for our future, and besides, I know youâll warm up to him if you give him a chance,â he added.
âI seriously doubt that,â Ryujin said through her frown.
Her boyfriendâs logic was sound though, and she couldnât deny it was the sensible choice. She had moved in with the two men only a month prior, and she and Tae were barely earning enough to afford the shared living space they currently had. An additional year of hardship would end with her finally achieving her bachelorâs degree, at which point she could start her career and be stable enough to gain more independence.
Tae studied Ryujin as she contemplated his reasoning. He handed her a pen, and to his relief, she took it and began adding her signature to the many pages.
âThanks, babe. I know itâs not ideal, but I really appreciate your understanding.â
âYeah, yeah... But we should really establish some new rules around here. Iâm getting sick and tired of Junho bringing random slutsâ home and disturbing our peace.â Ryujin took the opportunity to try and gain a little more control in the household.
Junho treated the place like he owned it, and Tae always turned a blind eye, allowing his friend to walk all over him. It was one of several reasons why Ryujin despised living with their roommate.
âThatâs fair... Iâll talk to him,â Tae responded, now adding his signature to the document. He didnât enjoy the thought of confronting Junho about his habits, and secretly wished his girlfriend was a little more easy-going.
Just then, the apartment door swung open, and Junho strolled in with his usual confident gait and cocky smile.
âHey, roomies!â
His eyes fell to the freshly inked lease agreement. âOooh, so we made up our minds, did we?â The tall, well-dressed man shuffled in between the couple and picked up the pen to seal the deal. Ryujin had to stop herself from ripping up the papers on the spot.
âYup. One more year together,â Tae answered, grinning.
âWell this calls for a drink, doesnât it?â Junho announced rhetorically, trading glances with each of them as he added his name to the many pages. Tae grabbed a bottle of vodka and some glasses, and poured the three of them a shot.
After filling in the last blank, and slamming the pen down, Junho raised his glass. âTo another fun year!â The trio drank their shots, one more reluctantly than the others, and Junho continued speaking. âI mean, I could afford this place on my own, but itâs way more fun having you guys around! Plus we all save a ton of cash this way.â
Ryujin visibly grimaced. The manâs arrogance never failed to disgust her. âBefore you get too carried away, I think we should discuss some things,â she said.
Both men turned to her, Tae looking nervous. âI think you should treat Tae and I with a little more respect. We live here too, and itâs not fair that youâre constantly coming home really late with different women, not giving us a heads up, and then being... unreasonably loud all night.â
Junho remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly letting her words sink in. Ryujin had the brief thought that perhaps she had finally gotten through to him, until he spoke.
âJealous much?â He said sarcastically, laughing.
She crossed her arms, fuming, and he added, âCâmon... Iâm just kidding. Ryujin. I get it. Iâll be better about that. I promise.â
Junho extended his hand towards her and she rolled her eyes, but shook his hand anyway. Before releasing her from his firm grip, he murmured under his breath, âIâd rather take your sexy ass to bed any night of the week...â
Ryujin recoiled, her expression twisted in disgust. âYouâre a fucking asshole!â She raised her eyebrows at Tae, suggesting he had better defend her in some way.
âIâm sure heâs just kidding around...â The boyfriend muttered.
âOf course Iâm joking!â Junho bellowed. âI would never, ever, try to steal you from Tae here,â he said condescendingly, wrapping a muscled arm around his smaller friend and jostling him around.
âIf you were single though-â Ryujinâs icy glare interrupted him. âIâm just saying youâre a catch, okay? Learn to take a compliment!â
âIâd prefer if you never complimented me again! I donât want any of that from you,â she explained sternly. Junhoâs crude comments highlighted another major reason she disliked him. He was always stealing suggestive looks at her, and making inappropriate remarks about her appearance. She felt as if he regarded her as nothing more than a sexual object. Whenever she brought it up to her boyfriend, he would minimize it, making excuses that his friend was just playing around, and that it was just his sense of humor.
âAlright, sheesh. Sorry...â Junho apologized with a hint of sarcasm.
The trio spent the rest of the night in relative peace, sipping drinks and discussing their days at work. Ryujin felt a mild sense of relief that she had at least confronted her unwanted roommate and finally spoken up for herself. Still, she knew that there was a long year ahead of her.
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A few weeks later, Ryujin was finishing up an assignment on her laptop when a distressed looking Tae suddenly came home, far earlier than usual. âEverything okay, babe?â She asked worriedly, noticing he was carrying a large cardboard box.
âFuck... I... Just got fired...â He replied, avoiding eye contact and dropping the container onto the kitchen counter.
âWhat!? Why?â Ryujin shoved her laptop to the side and rushed over to him.
Tae sighed heavily and began to explain, âI... Itâs so fucking stupid... I backed up some sensitive documents on my personal drive so I could work on them here one night, and apparently that violates some confidentiality policy. I guess they scanned all the computers in the office looking for that sort of thing. I tried to explain, but they wouldnât listen... HR just called me into an office and told me they had no choice but to let me go.â
Ryujin didnât know what to say or do. She had never seen her boyfriend so distraught. âCanât you just give them the files back?â She asked, knowing it probably didnât make sense.
âThey demanded I turn over the drive to them, which I did, but they said it was policy to terminate anyone who broke that rule... Fuck!â Tae was pacing around the room now, pulling at his hair. âNow any accounting job I look for is going to ask why I got fired. This is not good...â
âWeâll think of something,â she said reassuringly, not really believing her own words.
That night, the worried couple broke the bad news to their roommate.
âWell, what are you gonna do? Yâall gonna break this new lease on me already?â Junho asked, looking less calm than his usual self. âI was counting on your guysâ portion so I could invest more.â
âI donât see any other option. Thereâs no way weâll be able to afford rent right now. Any extra money we had has gone towards Ryujinâs student loans...â Tae lamented.
Junho fell silent for a minute or so, his eyes darting back and forth, when an idea occurred to him. âTell you what, Iâll cover your share of the rent until you get a new job.â
âHuh? No... No, you canât do that,â Tae brushed off his friendâs proposition.
âI can. Iâd rather just front you the money for a bit than deal with trying to find a new roommate. Way too much of a hassle,â Junho argued.
âBro, I appreciate the offer, but thatâs asking way too much of you...I donât even know how long it will take me to land another job.â
âIâm sure it wonât take that long. Besides, where would you even go? Everywhere remotely close to Ryujinâs school is just as expensive if not more, and where would you get the cash for a new security deposit and all that shit? As far as I can tell your options are here or the streets.â
Junhoâs words hit both of them hard. They hadnât even had the time to consider how desperate their situation was. He was right. As of right then, they didnât have enough money to live anywhere, let alone even be approved as tenants with their current situation. Ryujin chimed in first, âI could try to find a part time job or something...â
âNo, your focus is still getting your degree. I donât want this to fuck up our future. Plus, that wouldnât be enough income anyway,â Tae replied. âI guess... since thereâs no other option... Weâll have to take you up on your offer, Bro. Iâll pay you back when I can of course.â
âDonât worry about the money. You guys can start paying me back right away, in fact,â Junho said, grinning smugly. âHear me out... You wonât owe me a dime for the rent I cover while youâre out of work, but... Ryujin has to sleep in my bed three nights a week.â
The room fell dead silent, the couple doubting they had heard him correctly. Tae simply muttered, âWhat?â
Ryujin felt her blood boiling, and stammered, âYou must be fucking joking...â
Junho chimed in again before they could process his ridiculous demand any further. âIâm not joking, and before you get any ideas, itâs not a sexual thing at all... I would be spending a great deal of cash to help you guys out, and I would need something big in return that makes me feel like itâs worth it-â
âNot sexual my ass! What in the hell are you talking about?â Ryujin interrupted, her face bright crimson. She shot a glance at her boyfriend, shocked he wasnât more outraged.
âWell, for one, I just prefer having a womanâs company. It helps me sleep better, but itâs getting a little tiresome having to go on all these dates just to find a new bed buddy. They always want a relationship, and Iâm not interested, so I have to go out and find someone else all over again. Itâs expensive too, and since Iâll be a lot shorter on cash in the near future, having Ryujin around will make that whole situation a lot easier on me,â Junho explained calmly.
â...Sleeping buddy? You expect us to believe that!?â Ryujin challenged him. âThereâs a lot more than sleeping going on in there, which we are forced to listen to all the time by the way.â
âSure, we usually end up fucking, but my point is that I want a break from all that without having to sleep alone every night.â Junho continued the level-headed explanation of his terms, despite the mortified look on his roommatesâ faces. âPlus, it bothers me that you hate me so much, and this will give us some time to get better acquainted. Itâs honestly a great deal for you guys. Just think it over, and let me know.â With that, he turned for his bedroom and left the dumbfounded couple standing awkwardly in silence.
âSo... weâre obviously not doing that,â Ryujin said finally.
âYeah, no way. Weâll explore our options more tomorrow,â Tae agreed.
âWhy didnât you say more? You just stood there while he suggested the most degrading thing! Some fucking best friend you got there...â
âI know... Iâm sorry... I mean it is a lot of money. He just wants us to take it seriously I guess-â
âAre you actually defending that creep? What part of how weâre handling this isnât fucking serious? To suggest that we pay him back like... ugh... like Iâm some fucking whore...â
âLetâs just go to bed. Weâll figure something else out.â Tae muttered, feeling overwhelmed.
âI canât believe you. Both of you!â The young girlfriend yelled in anger and stormed off towards her bedroom, slamming the door.
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The next week or so was nothing short of problematic for the young couple. They did not discuss the preposterous proposition their roommate had made, and focused all of their energy on finding a solution. Tae and Ryujin spent hours browsing apartments and rooms to rent, but no matter how they crunched the numbers, there was simply no way they could afford to sustain themselves. The cost of rent had increased drastically in the entire region, and every listing they browsed left them feeling more desperate.
Ryujin avoided Junho entirely. The fact that he had referred to her as an object for trade made her skin crawl, and yet his twisted deal clawed at the back of her mind. The notion that all of their financial troubles could be washed away in the blink of an eye was becoming harder to ignore as the situation worsened.
Each passing day, she considered the offer a little more seriously, rationalizing away the absurdity of it.
One night, the couple lay in bed after a failed attempt to have sex. The dire circumstances had drained Tae of his libido, and his desire to share some shred of pleasure with Ryujin proved impossible. On the verge of tears, he whimpered, âWhat are we gonna do...â
Ryujin felt a pit in her stomach. They couldnât go on living like this. She felt a sudden surge of guilt, knowing that she could end their suffering at any time. After an exasperated sigh, she mumbled, âWhat if... we just try it out... for one night...â
âNo... There has to be another way...â Tae replied.
âBut there isnât. We just need more time. Iâm willing to give it a try... As long as he plays by my rules.â
âAre you sure, babe?â
âUgh... no... but Iâll do it for us. It would probably just be a few times until you find another job after all, right?â
âRight. I love you.â
âI love you too. Goodnight.â Ryujin curled up and tried to sleep, but the knowledge of what they had just agreed to had tied her stomach into knots.
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The following day, after hours of unsuccessful job and apartment hunting, the couple were a bundle of nerves as they waited for Junho to get home from work. When the moment finally came, he could tell immediately that there was an abnormal energy in the air.
âWhatâs going on guys? Donât tell me you found a new place...â
Tae cleared his throat. âEhm... No... We... were talking, and...â
He didnât need to finish for Junho to figure it out. His friendâs awkward speech pattern and Ryujinâs scornful body language made it quite clear.
âYouâre agreeing to the deal?â Junho asked, grinning.
âYeah...â Tae muttered.
âBut just a trial! If you can prove to me that youâll be a gentleman through this, and not your usual...â Ryujin had to stop herself from hurling one of several cutting insults that were on the tip of her tongue, â...self... Then maybe this can work out.â
âI will be the perfect, platonic roommate. I promise. Letâs drink to it!â Junho hurried to pour shots, and the three of them did their best to enjoy the evening. After several rounds of drinks and some light-hearted discussion, the group was about ready to call it a night. No one had made any mention of the impending strangeness that would occur when they eventually decided to go to bed, but the time had come.
Ryujin was feeling fairly intoxicated as she kissed her boyfriend goodnight. It was the strangest feeling knowing they were going into separate rooms, but she had made up her mind and wasnât going to turn back now. Surprisingly, Junho had actually been tolerable for the past couple of hours. She knew he couldnât have actually changed that quickly, but to see him at least making an effort was a good start. After reluctantly parting ways with Tae, Ryujin followed her roommate to his doorway.
âYouâre wearing that to bed?â Junho asked, examining her outfit.
She hadnât even thought about it. She would normally just strip down to her underwear or throw on a baggy t-shirt with nothing underneath before getting under the covers. Neither of those options would be suitable now. âDamn. Um... be right back.â She trotted to her own room, changed into some gym shorts and a tank top, and gave Tae another kiss before returning to Junho across the apartment. He was in the same spot, and held the door open for her to pass through.
âI know how to open a door you know...â She muttered.
âPerfect gentleman, remember?â Junho responded, chuckling.
Ryujin entered the room and noticed right away that it smelled different than hers. Some sort of foreign, masculine scent hung in the air, but it wasnât necessarily unpleasant. She realized she had never actually been inside his space before. The next thing she noticed was that the dwelling was surprisingly clean and tidy. She had figured a single guy like him would have been living more or less like a slob, as Tae had before she moved in.
âWhich side is mine?â She asked, motioning towards the bed.
âI sleep on the side with the door so I can protect you if anything goes wrong,â he jested.
Ryujin rolled her eyes and sat at the far edge of the bed, which was the third discovery to subvert her expectations. The mattress seemed exceedingly comfortable, and she pressed it a few times with the palm of her hands to examine it.
âGood stuff, right?â He asked, watching her with a cocky smile.
âNot gonna lie,â she said, laying on her back and wiggling into the cushiony material a bit, âThis might be the comfiest bed Iâve ever felt.â
âWell I have expensive taste,â Junho bragged. âGlad you like it though,â he added.
âWhatever... This is so fucking weird. Is it morning yet?â Ryujin complained.
âNot even close,â he answered wickedly.
âThis whole thing was just a ploy to get under my skin, wasnât it?â She asked.
âMaybe a little... Why do you hate me so much, anyway?â He asked, still smiling.
âIf you donât understand that by now, I donât see the point of getting into it,â she snapped.
âFair enough,â Junho said simply. He began unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off of his torso.
âDude, canât you change in the closet or something?â Ryujin chided.
âWhat? Iâm not getting naked or anything,â he stated as he pulled his pants down.
Ryujin looked away. âWhat the fuck, Junho.â
âRelaaax. I always sleep in my boxers. No big deal.â
Ryujin glanced at him again. She hated to admit it even to herself, but the man was in incredible shape. She could see how he was able to pick up women so consistently. If he wasnât such a prick he- she shook the thought away and complained again, âCanât you at least put a shirt on?â
âMy room, my rules. By the way, I do take tips,â he joked, laughing at himself.
âYouâre the worst...â Ryujin turned to her side, away from him, and decided that the best way to move forward was just to fall asleep as soon as possible. The bed shuffled a bit as he crawled into it next to her, but that was the last disturbance of the night.
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The sun cast its rays through the blinds and onto Ryujinâs eyes, which she made no attempt to open yet. In her semi-awake state, she felt her boyfriend pressed up against her backside, with his hand on her hip. She then felt the unmistakable bulge of his hard cock against her ass. Her pussy was wet and craving attention. She had been abnormally horny lately due to the stresses of life getting in the way of their sex life. Ryujin slowly rocked her ass back and forth along his hardness, hoping to stir him awake and finally share a long awaited steamy sex session.
She reached back to free his erection and guide it into her dripping slit. It would be so hot for him to wake up inside of me, she thought. Her slender hand dipped into his waistband and wrapped around his shaft. She froze. Whatever she was holding felt foreign, and it was far too big to be Taeâs dick. Reality came rushing back to her and her eyes snapped open. This wasnât her room; this wasnât her bed; and the huge cock in her hand belonged to Junho.
Ryujin gasped audibly and quickly pulled her hand away from him. She turned to confirm, to her horror, that it was in fact Junho that she was snuggled up against. He appeared to be fast asleep, which was a relief. She carefully rolled away from him, taking care not to wake him. She realized she had somehow ended up on his side of the bed, a further incriminating detail she would be horrified for him to discover. Her eyes ran down his broad chest and chiseled abs, landing on his massive dick, which was still rock hard and now sticking out of his boxers. Her gaze lingered on it for several seconds. It didnât even seem real. She had the thought to tuck it back into his underwear for a brief moment, to cover up the rest of the evidence of her mistake. Realizing how unnecessary that would be, she left the bed and exited the room.
As the scorching water of the shower poured over her, Ryujin tried to get the vision of her roommateâs naked body out of her mind. Her pussy ached, begging to be touched, but she would not allow herself to succumb to the temptation. Especially not with the image of Junhoâs big cock so fresh in her thoughts. She couldnât believe she had actually touched the thing, and had never imagined they could get that large. âIt was an accident. I didnât do anything wrong...â She repeated the phrase to herself as she dried off.
Ryujin returned to her own bedroom to find Tae was still asleep. She dropped her towel and climbed on top of him. She took his soft dick in her hands and tried to coax it to life. She desperately needed to get the sexual urges out of her system.
âGood morning, babe. Rise and shine,â she said sweetly.
Tae stirred finally and greeted his naked girlfriend. âHow was your night?â He asked right away. She continued to fondle him, but his cock remained as limp as ever.
âIt was fine... Weird, but fine,â she answered simply.
âHe didnât do anything... questionable?â Tae inquired.
âNo... We just went to sleep. Other than feeling strange to be in the wrong bed, it was a pretty uneventful night overall.â She had decided to keep her awkward mistake to herself. It was too embarrassing and wasnât worth bringing up since it was just an accident on her part.
âWell thatâs good, I guess. Um... Sorry babe. Iâm just not feeling it right now,â He muttered, glancing at his softness in her hands.
âThatâs okay...â Ryujin tried to hide her disappointment. She had hoped that his sex drive would have improved now that their financial burdens were taken care of, but it made sense to her that it could take some time.
Unfortunately for her, Taeâs libido did not improve much over the next week. He always found some excuse to explain why it wasnât the right time. Hoping it would improve the situation, Ryujin did not pressure him to look for work. It became apparent that he had stopped searching, but she reasoned that a break was probably healthy after all of the stress they had gone through. A little vacation never hurt anyone, she reminded herself as she observed him settling on the couch and clutching a video game controller.
As for the nights spent in Junhoâs room, Ryujin was adjusting to the new routine. Luckily, nothing unsavory had happened since that first confusing morning in his bed. He would verbally tease her and find little ways to press her buttons, but she always had an insult ready to fire back at him. An onlooker might have called it flirting, but she was convinced that she still hated his guts.
Overall, the arrangement was going smoother than she had expected. In fact, Ryujin was surprised to find that she actually slept wonderfully in his luxurious, comfortable bed, and always woke up quite refreshed. Every morning though, she would find that she had soaked through her underwear and would sneak out in shame before Junho awoke. Her sexual appetite had not been addressed and her body was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Ryujin chalked it up to the recent lull in her and Taeâs sex life, but there was clearly a pattern emerging where her most lust-crazed mornings were in Junhoâs bed.
One morning in particular, she noticed with dread that she had somehow become draped over him during the night, her cheek against his warm chest and her bare thigh across his crotch. She felt the familiar wetness between her legs and an unfamiliar hardness beneath her. Ryujin glanced down to find that Junhoâs sizable morning wood had escaped his boxers and was trapped under her inner thigh, just inches away from her barely-clothed pussy. She cursed herself for unconsciously ending up in a dicey position with him again. She didnât move, just laying still to collect her thoughts for a moment. His arm was on her, running down the length of her torso with his fingers resting on her ass. It would be difficult to move at all without waking him.
Ryujinâs cunt was on fire, and it took every ounce of self-control to stop herself from giving into the urge to grind against him. The thick mushroom tip of his cock seemed to stare at her, poking out from the soft skin of her upper leg. It looked so plump and juicy, at least twice the size of her boyfriendâs, and she couldnât help but imagine how it might feel inside of her. If it were in any way possible to ensure he would remain asleep, Ryujin wasnât sure sheâd be able to resist guiding Junhoâs hard dick into her dripping wet pussy. She had never felt so tempted in her life.
Finally, after several minutes of suppression, she managed to carefully squirm out of his embrace and free herself of the potential embarrassment of being discovered cuddling so intimately. To her relief, Junho didnât stir in the slightest as she maneuvered her body off of his. He was seemingly out cold. Unburdened of her weight, his big cock stood tall, pointing straight at the ceiling.
Subconsciously, Ryujinâs hand had found its way down her shorts, and she lightly stroked her aching pussy while gawking at the exposed man. The pleasure hit her in an instant, her impossibly needy sex finally getting some stimulation. Before she fully realized what she was doing, the young girlfriend was firmly rubbing her clit next to her sleeping roommate.
Junhoâs huge erection remained fully inflated throughout the duration of her sneaky self-indulgence, and she was fixated on it. She made a conscious effort not to lust over the annoying man beside her, but her mind wouldnât let her ignore the physical specimen. That fat fucking cock was exactly what her body had been craving for weeks now, and the raw sight of it fueled her burgeoning climax.
Ryujinâs orgasm hit her hard. Her mouth hung open while she quivered on the bed for a solid minute. When the flood of endorphins pummeling her brain finally slowed, she felt a mix of satisfaction and disgust. It bothered her that she had given in to her bodyâs urges, especially because Junho had been the focal point. She hated him and his alluring cock for breaking her will. As silly and illogical as the thought was, she felt better about what sheâd just done by shifting the blame. It was the damn boys that got her into this situation, and thus all of this was their fault. Ryujin took one last look at the nude man and quietly left the bedroom.
A smug grin spread across Junhoâs face as he listened to her retreating footsteps. He had been awake the entire time, sneaking quick glances at Ryujinâs masturbation session. He stroked his dick to the thought of her sexy body writhing around on his sheets, knowing he now had the upper hand.
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The following âJunho nightâ, as she began calling them, had Ryujin feeling more anxious than usual. She couldnât control the movements her body made while sleeping, which made her nervous. She couldnât bear the thought of him waking up first and finding her snuggled up against him. If he were to somehow discover how wet she was, he would never shut up about it. She tried not to worry about all of that as she got onto the far end of his bed and curled up. They traded a few sarcastic remarks while he stripped off his clothes, as usual, and the room fell silent.
âUh... Ryujin?â Junho asked softly.
âWhat?â She asked, already rolling her eyes in anticipation of whatever he was about to say.
âJust thought I should mention. Iâve been like... extra horny recently. So, if I happen to have a big boner in the morning or something, I donât want you to freak out,â he explained.
Ryujin scoffed at him. âWhatever man. Just keep it away from me.â
As Ryujin closed her eyes and tried to sleep, she began hearing a repetitive rubbing sound behind her. When it didnât stop after several seconds, she turned to look at Junhoâs side of the bed.
âDude, what the hell is-â
The words caught in her throat as she saw that Junho had removed his underwear and was openly jerking off right in front of her.
âWhat the fuck!?â She shouted, bewildered by his actions.
âShhhh!â He responded, looking at her sternly while his hand continued to pump up and down.
âAre you fucking kidding me!?â Ryujin threw the blanket off of her, readying herself to storm out of the room.
âI told you I was abnormally horny...â
âWell, take it to the bathroom or something!â She demanded, fuming.
âOh, so youâre allowed to masturbate in here, but Iâm not?â Junho sneered accusingly.
âI- What are you talking about?â Ryujin asked defensively, feeling her stomach drop.
âDonât play dumb. I saw you the other morning going to town on your little cunt. Right there where you are now,â he accused her.
âWhat!? Thatâs bullshit!â She argued, knowing it was hopeless.
âWe both know it isnât. But hey, itâs fine. You have my permission to pleasure yourself in here as much as you want, just donât expect me to play by a different set of rules. Fair is fair.â
Ryujin moved to get off of the bed. She was humiliated and needed to get away from him. âWhere are you going?â Junho asked, still stroking himself with a steady rhythm. When she didnât answer him, he added, âIf you leave, Iâll tell Tae everything.â She froze. âAbout how his not-so innocent girlfriend couldnât keep her body to herself, and got so worked up over the sight of my big dick that she played with herself right in front of me.
âYou wouldnât...â Ryujin muttered, half-standing with one knee still on the sheets.
He nodded threateningly. âDonât ruin this whole arrangement just because you got a little horny. Iâm still keeping my hands to myself. Unless you want them on you...â
âI donât,â she said, defeated. She lay back down in silence, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, but continued watching him.
âGlad you decided to stay. Gotta admit Iâd miss my favorite sleeping buddy if you called this deal off,â Junho teased.
âWhen I call it off,â she corrected him. âThis is just a short term thing.â
âWell, I guess we better enjoy it while it lasts, right?â
âYouâre certainly enjoying yourself...â She grumbled.
âYou could be too...â He suggested.
âYou wish,â she said dismissively, trying to ignore the growing heat between her thighs.
Junho was surprised that she still hadnât looked away. He was having a great deal of fun taunting her while he openly played with himself. âSo what do you think?â
âHuh?â
âHow do I measure up?â He glanced at his cock, and then back at her.
âPfft. Youâre disgusting,â Ryujin muttered. She shuffled a bit as if to turn away from him, but she couldnât stop herself from looking back at his performance.
âCâmon. You canât deny Iâm packing an impressive instrument here,â he teased.
âYou seriously think that just cause you wag your big dick around Iâm going to instantly drop my panties?â
âSo you do admit that itâs big,â Junho retorted confidently.
Her face flushed crimson. âUgh... Youâre so annoying...â She flopped over onto her side, forcing herself to tear her eyes away from the scene.
âRyujin...â
âWhat now?â
âIâm gonna cum. So hard,â he grunted.
She reluctantly turned to Junho again, just in time to see his thick cock jump and spurt a lengthy rope of semen straight into the air. Another creamy strand of his fluid shot out, and then another, each of them reaching preposterous heights before landing on his toned belly. Ryujin watched in amazement as her roommate ejaculated with more force and volume than she wouldâve considered possible. On the surface she looked appalled to witness it, but her pussy burned with desire at the erotic showing.
âFuck...â She murmured, lost for words and involuntarily squeezing her thighs together...
Junho cleaned himself off and settled into the bed. âNight,â he said smugly. He turned off the lamp and didnât say another word to her.
Ryujinâs mind was racing. She couldnât believe what had just taken place. How did things escalate so quickly? She just witnessed the man she despised jerk himself off to completion, and it left her extremely aroused, despite how badly she wanted to be disgusted. Her pussy was soaking wet and practically screaming at her to touch it. She tossed and turned for several minutes before ultimately losing the internal battle. Very quietly, her hand dipped into her shorts and she pressed her fingers into her aching entrance. For the second time that week, a conflicted Ryujin shamefully pleasured herself to orgasm in Junhoâs bed.
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The new routine had been established, and over the next several nights while they were together, Junho would strip completely naked and masturbate beside her. Ryujin would always act appalled, and call him out for being a pig, but sheâd watch him anyway with a disapproving look. Eventually, she got comfortable enough to secretly touch herself under the blanket while he stroked one out, but she always waited until he was asleep to make herself cum. She couldnât risk him knowing the effect he was having on her. She always came so hard after teasing herself while watching him, and privately began looking forward to her âJunho nightsâ, knowing the pleasure that would ensue.
One evening, as he fished his half-erect cock from his underwear, she asked him, âDo you do this every single night?â
He replied, âHonestly, only when youâre here.â
âGross.â She scoffed.
âYouâre so fucking hot, Ryujin. Just knowing youâre in my bed drives me crazy. Itâs the only thing I can do to control myself,â he explained earnestly.
âWell, youâre disgusting, and you canât have me,â she muttered, suppressing a grin. The rare compliment threw her off, and she couldnât deny that it was flattering to know how intensely he lusted after her. It was a bit of a power trip realizing that she was off limits, yet so desirable that he had to beat off every time she was around.
Junho snickered. He knew it was just a matter of time before her will would shatter. âThatâs fine. Iâll settle for my thoughts for now.â
âI can only imagine the perverted shit you conjure up in that thick skull of yours,â Ryujin said bitingly.
âOh, I think youâd love it.â
âTry me.â Ryujin regretted the encouragement the second it left her lips. Her hidden lust had gotten the better of her.
Junho flashed a bright smile. âWell, speaking of trying you... I could, for instance, crawl between your legs right now and eat your little pussy until you were screaming for me to fuck you.â
His sudden directness spurred a small shockwave in her gut and her nipples hardened. âPfft! You wouldnât dare. You know this arrangement is over the minute you lay a finger on me, you ass.â
âItâs just a fantasy. Relax,â he replied calmly, still slowly stroking himself. âIf that actually were to happen though... Iâm positive you wouldnât stop me.â Junhoâs arrogance was making her blood boil, but her body was reacting to his dirty imagery. âBelieve me though. I have a skilled tongue, and youâd be addicted to it in no time.â
âFuck off. You are so damn full of yourself itâs sickening,â Ryujin remarked with her most disapproving expression. She could feel her pussy moistening by the second.
He noted that she hadnât told him to stop yet. âOf course, that would just be the appetizer. Just a little warm up for the main event. Next, I would slowly kiss my way up your body until you felt this fat cock prod your slick entrance. Thatâs when the begging would really start...â
Ryujinâs cunt was burning now, and it took every ounce of self-control to stop herself from attending to it. She couldnât help a swift glance at his engorged dick, picturing its considerable size stretching her open. She became aware that she was biting her lower lip, and lashed out in embarrassment. âBegging you to leave me the fuck alone, you creep!â
âYou have no clue what youâre missing. I know exactly how to please a sexy woman like you. Iâd have you creaming all over my big cock the entire night. One experience with a real man like me would blow your innocent little mind. Then Iâd blow my thick load deep inside of you and seal the deal...â As he finished his sentence, Junhoâs cock throbbed and began launching the heaviest strands of sticky semen she had seen yet as he let out a deep, breathy moan.
Ryujinâs hand shot down to her panties, but she stopped herself, desperately trying to maintain control. She was soaking wet, and her thighs squirmed ever so slightly. If not for the blanket, he would easily be able to see how turned on she was. The sex-starved girlfriend felt her pussy drooling as she imagined all of that milky cum coating her insides. No one had ever cum inside of her before, and she wondered why the idea of it was suddenly so insanely hot. She was at a loss for words, and mindlessly said, âYouâre gross.â
The look of deep conflict on Ryujinâs face was clearly apparent to Junho, who was studying her reaction carefully as his climax ran its course. âGo ahead. Ryujin. I wonât tell...â
âShut up.â She hated him for putting her in this position, but her body wanted to give in so badly.
âTouch yourself. I know you need it,â he persisted.
âI do not.â Ryujin lied. Even as she said it, her hand was sliding back down her torso beneath the blanket. Her body was winning the battle.
Unbeknownst to her, Junho could see the subtle movements and grinned victoriously. âDonât deny yourself. Itâs natural,â he encouraged.
âShut up.â She muttered again. Her mind was racing as her fingers dipped into her underwear and finally made contact with her aching pussy. A spark of ecstasy rippled through her instantly, her brain pleading her to continue.
Junho watched as her hardened expression shifted slightly, revealing that her determination had finally broken. âThatâs it... God you look hot.â
Ryujin wanted her arrogant roommate to say more dirty things to her. She despised that this was happening, but she was too far in now as she furiously rubbed her drenched cunt. âYou donât know anything...â
âDonât be ashamed. Weâre friends here.â
âNo, weâre not. Ugh. I fucking hate you...â She said through clenched teeth. The pleasure was ramping up significantly, and her eyes drifted down to Junhoâs shiny member. It had deflated slightly, but was still quite engorged as it lay across his abs, surrounded with his splattered semen. â...and your stupid big cock,â she added, practically whimpering.
âIâm going to fuck you with this stupid big cock one day,â Junho stated boldly.
âNnooghh... No you arenât...â Ryujin couldnât believe she was getting off to his completely inappropriate threats. She could feel a powerful orgasm brewing.
âYes I will. You will be my personal cum slut, and you will join me in bed every single night so I can give your needy little pussy all the attention itâs been craving.â
âFuck. Fuck. FUCK!â Ryujin yelped far louder than she intended as her climax overwhelmed her. All control over her body slipped right through her fingers as her thighs clamped tightly together and she trembled on the sheets. Soft moans escaped her lips as visions of Junho sexually dominating her flashed through her mind. The intensity of her orgasm completely blindsided her, and it seemed to last minutes. As the pleasure finally waned, she opened her eyes to see her roommateâs shit eating grin.
âWell that was ridiculously sexy. Now I need to take care of this again,â he said, looking down at his revitalized erection. âWanna help me out?â
âThis never happened!â Ryujin flipped onto her side, facing away from him, and pulled the blanket tightly into her. She shut her eyes and tried to block out the shame that was taking hold of her. She had just openly pleasured herself right next to the man she supposedly loathed more than anyone else. Worse still, she had done it while he described how he was going to fuck her and make her his slut, all behind her boyfriendâs back. The situation had gotten so completely out of control that it didnât even feel real. Maybe it was a dream, she thought. She let the hopeful idea live in her mind as she drifted off to sleep, the rhythmic sounds of Junho beating his meat again behind her.
The next couple of days proved to be quite awkward for Ryujin, and she avoided her roommate as much as possible. Everytime she caught a glimpse of him, she was reminded of what had transpired. The dirty, degrading things he had said to her swirled around in her head intrusively. No matter what she did to take her mind off of things, she felt insatiably horny. Her boyfriend Tae was still the opposite, and seemingly couldnât be bothered with anything sexual.
On the next âJunho nightâ she was surprised when the usually boisterous man made no acknowledgment of their last session together. He still jerked off as usual, but mostly kept to himself and went to sleep without incident. She couldnât help but feel the slightest bit disappointed, but also couldnât allow herself to acknowledge it openly.
She half expected he would try to push the boundary further given the things he had mentioned. The sex-starved primitive part of her brain was so ready for him to assert himself, and her pussy drooled at the thought that she was ripe for the taking if he decided to have her. She was within armâs reach, and her inability to control her urges had already been exposed by him. There was absolutely no way she was going to stoop so low as to encourage a repeat of the last time they were in bed together though. It was better this way, she told herself, sneaking a peak at his sexual display. It was weird enough how normalized his masturbation in her proximity had become, let alone her openly joining him again.
Though she convinced herself it wasnât for him, Ryujin started wearing more revealing outfits around Junho. Sheâd pretend not to notice, but she enjoyed the ego boost whenever she caught him eye-balling her. She even began âaccidentallyâ leaving his blanket off of her torso while he jerked off, so he could have a clear view of her considerable cleavage and flat tummy. She opted to remove her bra after getting into bed, rationalizing that it was just for her comfort. It was thrilling to tease him; to know that he was probably undressing her with his eyes while he pleasured himself.
She kept up the act for the most part, scoffing at him disapprovingly when he whipped out his big cock. Sheâd pretend to scroll on her phone while watching him in her peripheral vision and lightly teasing her pussy under the safety of the blanket. Slowly but surely, she was becoming more comfortable with the ritual and the notion that it was just a bit of harmless fun. She deserved to blow off steam given how deprived she had been lately. As long as they didnât push it any further, she rationalized that she wasnât technically cheating.
Things felt different in the apartment. Tae, though normally oblivious, started to pick up on the strange vibes. His girlfriend seemed to be wearing less clothing, and he thought he saw Junho checking her out a few times. The two of them seemed to be getting along a lot better, which was a pleasant change, but also slightly concerning. He noticed some kind of electricity between his roommates, though he couldnât put his finger on it. He would ask from time to time how the sleeping agreement was going, and she would always shrug it off as âNo big dealâ.
Taeâs anxiety was worsened by the fact that Ryujin seemed generally upset with him for not trying harder to find employment, and had basically stopped trying to initiate sex after a string of several disappointing trials. They would engage in a daily argument about him being lazy and complacent to be out of work. The disheveled boyfriend inspected himself in the mirror with a frown. It had now been several weeks since he was fired, and he had really let himself go. Heâd never been as fit as his more athletic buddy, but used to at least maintain some sort of standard. He knew he had to start taking control of his life again soon, but didnât know if he had the strength to do it, especially with the embarrassment surrounding the truth of his job loss. A truth he had not disclosed to his girlfriend, and the reason why his friend was enjoying her overnight company on a regular basis.
To prove a point, Ryujin managed to land a part-time job at a retail store. It wasnât ideal, but would at least give her a bit of spending money before her classes started back up. The other plus was that she wasnât stuck in the apartment all day watching her boyfriend do nothing. The responsible thing to do would have been to put the money away and save up for a new place, freeing herself from the absurd sleeping arrangement. Instead, she spent her measly income on new clothes. Her employee discount aided in her rationalizing these purchases. What started out as picking out sensible outfits for her new job quickly devolved into acquiring skimpy workout attire and sexy nightwear. Sheâd never had the money to spend frivolously and was enjoying the opportunity to treat herself a little.
âDonât look over here.â Ryujinâs request escaped her lips despite an internal battle to keep the transparent, attention-seeking comment to herself. She carefully removed her day clothes to reveal a particularly risque nightie she had picked up that afternoon. It left little to the imagination, and her toned, but curvaceous figure was on full display.
âDamn, youâre asking for it you know...â Junho said, completely disregarding her plea for privacy as he fished for his manhood.
âI said DONâT look!â She reprimanded him, jumping under the covers for protection. âItâs for Tae. I just wanted to try it out and make sure itâs actually comfy. Donât get any ideas!â Ryujinâs focus dropped to his crotch, noting that her display had made the man instantly hard.
Junho gently ran his fingers up and down the impressive length of his shaft while studying the petite woman. The blanket had already conveniently fallen from her chest, and his eyes followed the distinct curves of her succulent tits. The thin, almost transparent fabric seemed to hug them perfectly, and he yearned to see more. He decided though, that patience was key. His conservative approach had been working wonderfully, and he needed to play his current hand a little bit longer.
âUgh. Now youâre probably thinking really inappropriate things about me. I knew I shouldnât have worn this...â Ryujin knew how obvious the act was, but her lust clouded her judgment.
âItâs pretty hot. Iâm sure Tae will enjoy it,â he replied simply, still jerking off. He watched her cute nose flare ever so slightly at his unwillingness to take the bait. She can still enjoy the show, but itâs not FOR her until she submits more. He grinned arrogantly, eventually finishing himself off and unceremoniously cleaning up.
âYouâre so obnoxious,â Ryujin muttered, turning away from him. The young girlfriend fell asleep more frustrated and unsatisfied than ever.
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The following night, Junho returned home with an assortment of alcohol and insisted the group play drinking games together. They started with a simple card game, and within an hour each of them was feeling the effects of the potent liquid. The trio erupted in surprise and laughter as Tae flipped the final card, indicating that he would have to drink from the large glass they had been contributing to throughout the game. The intoxicated boyfriend winced as he tipped the foul mixture into his mouth, his roommates cheering him on. He managed to chug the entirety of it, gaining an applause from the group as he triumphantly slammed the glass to the table. His clumsy act caused Ryujinâs drink to fall over, splashing her clothes with the sugary substance.
She shrieked and jumped up from her chair while Tae stumbled to the kitchen for a towel. Without thinking it through, she hurriedly pulled off her top and shorts right there in the living room. Junhoâs eyebrows shot up as he drank in the sight of his sexy roommate, suddenly in nothing but an exquisite set of lacy, black underwear. She patted the material all over, checking that it was dry.
âWoah-Whatâre you doing!?â Tae stammered as he realized his girlfriend had become half naked in front of their roommate.
âWhat? I- I didnât want my new underwear to get stained!â The woman was clearly intoxicated and uninhibited. She shot Junho a glance, momentarily grasping the fact that she was exposed, and the hunger in his expression sent a tingling sensation from her nipples to her pussy.
âWell okay, but - shouldnât you cover up now?â He suggested nervously.
âI dunno... It feels kind of nice! Donât I look good?â She asked her boyfriend playfully. She was experiencing quite a thrill from showing off her body.
âYeah, you look great, but...â Tae looked over at Junho, swallowing the lump in his throat.
âI donât mind.â The roommate stated, raising his hands in a half shrug. âIf she feels comfortable, then go for it, right?â
âI guess so...â Tae slinked back into his chair, feeling defeated, and a little too drunk to form a cohesive argument.
âThanks, babe!â Ryujin giggled and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek. âSo, whatâs next?â She asked the group proudly, standing tall with her hands on her hips.
âDrink and drive?â Junho suggested. The group agreed, and filled up their drinks before taking a spot on the shared couch, the barely-clothed woman sitting between the two men, much to Taeâs dismay. The three buzzed roommates enjoyed a few rounds of competitive video game racing, while downing more drinks throughout.
The furniture was plenty large enough to accommodate all of them, yet Ryujin found herself sandwiched tightly between the much larger men. She didnât complain though, secretly enjoying the warmth of Junhoâs bare thigh against hers. His masculine scent filled her nostrils as she privately compared the two males on either side of her. One was tanned and muscled, the other pale and flabby. As more drinks filled her belly, she loosed up further, shoving her body into her roommateâs flirtatiously whenever the events of the game called for it. He even squeezed her smooth thighs a few times, which only increased her arousal.
Junho was rock hard for the entirety of the game, stealing several lengthy glances down Ryujinâs bra while the others were too immersed to notice. He had to have her, and his cock ached for release as he enjoyed the sensation of her luscious legs against his.
Eventually, the trio decided it was time to hit the sack. Ryujin, stumbling slightly, followed her tall roommate to his room, leaning on him for stability.
âBabe...â Tae whined, looking at her accusingly. âItâs an us night. Youâre going the wrong way...â He had already witnessed the pair flirting pretty consistently throughout the evening, and seeing his girlâs hand wrapped around his friendâs large bicep filled him with jealousy.
âOh! Are you sure?â She asked, feeling embarrassed.
âYeah... You slept in there last night, remember?â He was right, and she shamefully let go of the muscled arm.
âMy bad... I guess Iâm a little more tipsy than I thought...â She couldnât show it, but the young girlfriend was disappointed. She was intensely horny, and had been looking forward to her routine of playing with her pussy while pretending to be disinterested in Junhoâs big cock. She knew Tae wouldnât be up for anything sexual.
âHang on. How about one more race?â Junho asked mischievously, staring his friend down. Heâd hoped the boyfriend had become too drunk to notice the mistake, and now had to think on his feet. Tae simply shook his head, knowing where this was going. The confident man added, âIf I win, I get a bonus Ryujin night tonight; but If I lose, we change the arrangement to only once per week instead of three, permanently.â His offer hung in the air for several seconds while the room contemplated.
âWhatâs the point even? Itâs not like you get to - to...â Tae couldnât bring himself to say it out loud, but the implication was understood. He tried to shake away the painful thought of the man taking advantage of his girlfriend.
âI know dude. Itâs not about that,â Junho said reassuringly.
âItâs just one last silly bet to end the night on. I want to feel like I won a prize, you know?â
âI dunno...â Tae muttered sheepishly, looking towards Ryujin to gauge her reaction. She just stood there silently, waiting to see how it would play out. His mind was a swirling mix of conflicting thoughts. He should just outright refuse, but if he won, then he would have a lot more of her to himself. He did feel he was the better gamer, and the alcohol gave him just enough confidence to weakly agree. âFine... letâs do it.â
Ryujinâs heart lept in her chest as the events unfolded in front of her. She felt objectified; a bargaining chip to be turned over to the victor. It reminded her of the origin of the agreement that now felt like it happened so long ago. Things were different now, and instead of feeling disgusted, she found the whole ordeal to be an incredible turn on. She stood there in her skimpy underwear, waiting with great anticipation for the two males to decide who got to claim her for the night. She secretly hoped it would be her big dicked roommate.
The race was on, both men focusing intently on the screen and clutching their controllers tightly. It was anyoneâs game, as they both traded the first place position several times while the finish line drew nearer.
âYou got this babe!â Ryujin cheered for her boyfriend, her barely contained breasts jiggling in their lacy enclosure as she bounced with excitement. Tae pulled ahead, looking like he was set to win, when one of his girlfriendâs tits popped out, greeting the room in its full fleshy glory. âOops!â She laughed.
Her exposed chest caught Taeâs eye, and he shot her a look of disgust. âRyujin!? What the fuck?â The momentary distraction was enough for him to take the final turn a little too widely, and Junho took the lead. âNo, no, no!â He smashed his buttons in a futile attempt to make up the distance, but the race was lost.
âWoo!â Ryujin exclaimed, accidentally letting her joy at the result slip off of her tongue. She met eyes with her fuming boyfriend and tucked her breast back into the bra. âAwww, babe! Iâm sorry!â
âWhat the fuck was that!?â Tae screamed at her, slamming his controller onto the table.
âI didnât mean to! I swear, it just got loose while I was cheering you on!â
âWell thatâs not fair! Another race!â He demanded, his face beet red.
âSorry bro, a dealâs a deal. Accidents happen,â Junho said calmly standing from his seat.
âBut...â Tae looked at his almost nude girlfriend in disbelief, her small frame eclipsed by his large roommate who approached her. She simply shrugged.
âYou did really well! Sorry I accidentally distracted you...â While she was telling the truth about the wardrobe malfunction, she put on an act to mirror his disappointment, pouting as she walked over and gave him a peck on the lips. âSee you tomorrow, babe. Goodnight.â Tae slumped into the couch, his head spinning as he watched the beauty disappear behind Junhoâs door.
Ryujin wasnât sure what to expect as she sat on her side of the bed, resting her back against the cool, cushioned headboard. The first thing she noticed was that her sleeping mate had gotten into bed with his boxers still on, and was idly tapping at his phone. She lay there for several minutes wondering when he would inevitably start the stroking session, but he didnât. She hated herself for letting it bother her, yet couldnât help but ask about it.
âWow, no self-service tonight, huh?â
Junho replied, âSorry to disappoint. I guess your body all covered up and hidden isnât doing it for me anymore.â He was determined to make her work for it, and focused his thoughts on anything other than the sexy body next to him to maintain self control.
âWhat is your imagination broken or something?â She teased, glancing at the flaccid bulge in his underwear. She felt an urge to do something to awaken it. It was almost as if his lack of an erection was a personal insult to her. After no response from him, she made a transparent excuse.
âEh... Well itâs a pretty hot night anyway...â She pulled the rest of the blanket off of her, revealing her long, smooth legs and adjusting her bra to push up her swelling chest as much as possible.
They both feigned an interest in their phones, while secretly stealing glances at each other. Ryujin noticed his crotch had swelled a bit, and commented on his half-boner. âHm. I guess something is doing it for you now...â She said slyly.
âMaybe a little,â he responded casually. The man knew she was bothered by his lack of interest, and it was a joy to watch her squirm.
Ryujinâs annoyance hit a tipping point, and she rose to her knees, facing him. âOh, so all of a sudden Iâm just not hot enough huh?â As soon as the words left her lips she felt the sting of embarrassment.
Junho looked at her smugly. âYouâre pretty hot, itâs just Iâve seen it all before, ya know?â
Ryujin subconsciously tugged her bra down a little further. âIâm already showing so much! Donât you like this little number? I canât believe itâs all Iâve been wearing all night.â
âMhmm...â
âI think youâre just trying to get me naked...â Ryujin added.
Junho said nothing, but stared at her chest intently. It was now a game of chicken, and Ryujin was fully invested in the challenge of making him hard by the mere sight of her.
She slowly pulled her lacy bra further and further down her chest, and as more of her soft, perky tits were revealed, his cock grew in size. Finally, as the material had stretched as far as it could go, she reached in and scooped her breasts out of their prison, and they stood proudly out in the open.
Quite pleased with herself, she looked at his fully enlarged bulge, which was straining against the fabric of his boxers. âI guess you couldnât help yourself,â she said victoriously. âArenât you gonna play with it?â
âIâd really prefer if you did,â Junho replied. Her tits looked better than he couldâve imagined, but he had to hold back just a little longer if he was going to ensure access.
âWell... Thatâs against the rules,â she argued.
âSo was rubbing your pussy,â he said.
âNo, that was different...â She was losing steam.
âUh huh... Why are you so horny for my cock, Ryujin?â
âIâm not...â She could hardly believe her own actions. Here she was, in nothing but a thong, trying to tease her roommate into jerking off in front of her. It was beyond ridiculous, but in the heat of the moment, she didnât have the strength to stop herself.
âYou havenât taken your eyes off of it. And your nipples are hard,â he argued. Fighting the compulsion to attack her alluring chest mouth-first.
Ryujin blushed and deflected, âDoesnât it hurt? Constrained all tightly like that?â
âAs a matter of fact, it is very uncomfortable. Now help me out.â
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â She teased.
âSo would you,â Junho said as he reached out and gently took her hand in his. He slowly guided her to his crotch and rested her on his bulge. He lightly stroked himself using her fingers, and looked at her to gauge her reaction. She said nothing, and remained fixated on what he was doing. He then moved her fingers to his waistband and left them there.
âAll you have to do is pull this down and it will be freed.â
â...I... Canât-â
âDo it...â
Despite her better judgment, Ryujin tugged at his boxers and his thick, swollen cock sprang out, waving back and forth a few times before settling into its straight, rigid position. Junho took her hand again and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. It was radiating heat, and looked even bigger up close in her small hand. She unknowingly held her breath as she eased her fingers up and down the impressive length. It was so much larger than Taeâs, and she felt mesmerized by it. It was as if she was carefully examining some otherworldly object.
âMmm... You have no idea how long Iâve waited for this...â Junho cooed, snapping her out of her daze and fully removing his underwear.
âWell donât get used to it. This is a one time thing,â she muttered in an attempt to maintain some semblance of self control.
Ryujin had a feeling she would never live up to those words as she squeezed his hardness. She made herself more comfortable, laying on her side and propping herself up on her free elbow. Her face was just inches from his bare chest as she worked her hand along his meaty shaft.
âIâm just curious, thatâs all...â She murmured distractedly, admiring the weight of him in her grip. She traced the tip of the head down to the base with her finger tips, and cupped her balls in her palm. They seemed so heavy and full, which made perfect sense to her given the sheer volume of semen he would always unleash.
Junhoâs idle hands also began wandering, and he softly ran his fingers through her hair. While whispering words of encouragement to her, he slowly stroked her down the length of her back, grinning upon noticing goosebumps forming on her shoulders. He traced lines up and down her spine, barely making contact and causing her to shiver with delight. He could hardly believe it was actually happening. His best friendâs girl, whom heâd wanted to fuck since the moment he met her, was willingly caressing his cock. The fact that she had always been so standoffish and rude to him made the moment all the sweeter.
Ryujin was so consumed with studying his manhood that she barely noticed when Junho started touching her. It wasnât until he made contact with her plump ass cheek that she paused.
âHey... stop that,â she said weakly.
âOh, be quiet,â he responded light-heartedly, reciprocating her unconvincing protest.
She began pumping his cock, allowing him to squeeze her ass, which was all the encouragement he needed to take it further. He rested his palm on her shoulder and pushed her down into the bed so that she was flat on her back beside him. He then shifted down to her level and placed his muscular arm on her abdomen, holding her in place as well as giving him access to her lower half.
âWhat are you doing!?â Ryujin cried out with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She grabbed his thick forearm with both hands to try and stop the inevitable, but he was already testing the wetness of her thong.
âJunho, stop,â Ryujin said urgently, trying to sound like she meant it.
âMake me,â he replied as he slid his fingers under the damp fabric and touched her dripping pussy for the first time.
Ryujin squirmed as he caressed her most sensitive area. It felt like her last line of defense was being bombarded; the private part of her, reserved for her boyfriend, under assault. The pleasure hit her immediately though, and after hopelessly struggling under his strength for a short while, she began to give in to it.
âNnghh... Please!â She wasnât even sure what she was pleading for anymore, whether it be to stop or continue.
âWe both know you need this,â he said with authority as he dipped two fingers into her and started hooking them back and forth. His elbow dug into her chest as she struggled against him, his digits fully penetrating her. With his other hand, he grabbed her soft tit and squeezed. He switched between mauling the flesh of her breasts and pinching her stiff nipples, all while firmly stimulating her g spot.
Ryujin moaned openly as Junho continued to grope and finger her. His strong hands were doing things to her that she couldnât possibly achieve on her own. She was completely overwhelmed. The loud squishing sound from her pussy almost seemed to sing of her bodyâs consent as he dug into it. She could scream for her boyfriend, but her brain wouldnât allow it. The pleasure was too great, and her intense craving for it had gone on too long. There was nothing she could do but lay there and take it.
âDamn. I donât think Iâve ever felt a cunt this wet. You must be loving this,â Junho muttered.
He was right. She could feel her juices gushing like never before, as if her body instinctively knew how to prepare for an encounter with such a dominant, masculine partner. A movement in the corner of her eye reminded her of his monstrous cock, and without thinking she reached out to take it. She pumped it hard in her closed fist, mirroring the intensity he was unleashing on her sex. She was suddenly overcome with the desire to make him cum; to witness his incredible manhood explode by her own hand.
âUgh, just like that baby,â Junho cooed, elated that she had warmed up enough to reciprocate. He was determined to orgasm along with her, and ride the high together. The sight of her naked form sprawled out in front of him was enough to do the trick. She was absolutely beautiful. Delicate and elegant, yet oozing raw sexuality, especially in her current state. She was built for this, and he already couldnât wait to have more of her.
The duo were wrapped up in a dense cloud of sexual intensity, jaws clenched and eyebrows furrowed while they vigorously worked to get each other off. So many tense nights had led up to this moment, and the barriers that had been keeping them tame were crashing down all around them. Junho leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, his rough jaw making contact with her delicate chin.
Ryujin opened her mouth immediately and accepted his passion, their tongues clashing near the peak of their lust. It felt even more wrong somehow to accept the intimate kiss, but it felt so incredibly good and fueled her desire for his masculine dominance to even greater heights. She allowed him to taste her completely, moaning into the strong kiss with unbridled pleasure.
âOh my god... ngh fuck! Iâm gonna cum! Iâm gonna - NGH - CUM!â Ryujin felt a powerful force rising in her, like an overinflated balloon that was about to burst. And then it did. Her jaw fell wide open, and her thighs squeezed inwards, trapping Junhoâs hand like a vice. Sharp jolts of ecstasy pulsed from her depths, igniting every nerve in her body. Time seemed to stop as she was thrashed again and again. The thick fingers inside of her did not skip a beat, and each purposeful movement seemed to directly stroke the pleasure center of her brain.
Ryujin felt a wetness grace the back of her hand, and opened her eyes just in time to see Junhoâs throbbing member erupting. Thick, sticky seed blasted into the air and coated every inch of her closed fist. As her climax shook her body, her unsteady grip on him caused quite the mess. His vigorous load was flung in every direction, splattering both of them and the sheets. As the potent pleasure boiling within them cooled to a simmer, they couldnât help but share a tension-cutting laugh. There was cum everywhere.
âHoly fuck...â Junho murmured. âThat was so damn hot.â
Ryujin felt like she was floating on a cloud, and closed her eyes to savor the moment. âYeah...â She uttered the simple agreement with a long drawn out breath. She hadnât felt such immense satisfaction in a long time, and allowed herself a peaceful moment to soak it in as the many drops of semen trickled down her skin. Her brand new underwear had gotten completely soiled, but she couldnât care less in that blissful moment.
The pair managed to eventually clean themselves up and remove the soiled sheets. As Ryujin settled into her spot on the bed, the positive feelings that had dominated her consciousness were giving way to feelings of guilt and shame. She and Junho had officially gone too far, and she wrestled with the thought in silence before finally falling asleep.
Ryujin kept herself busy the next day, even opting to pick up an extra shift at work. The knowledge that she had cheated on her boyfriend weighed heavily on her mind, but she also felt a flash of excitement any time she recalled the event. The steamy encounter with her roommate made her already intense appetite even harder to ignore, and she had to fight the urge to duck into a dressing room to get herself off.
She even managed to mount Tae that night, desperate for cock, and perhaps eager to soothe her conscience by enjoying some intimate time that wasnât âoff limitsâ. The troubled young man was more eager than he had been in a while, fueled by his jealousy from the previous night. After riding him for a short time, Ryujin gasped as he took control and flipped her onto her back, fucking her with the anger he had felt after losing her to Junho. While he did manage to build a nice rhythm, he couldnât last more than a minute, and she was left unsatisfied.
âThat felt so good,â he said, breathing heavily and studying her reaction.
âYeah...â She lied, noting how incredibly miniscule his load was inside the spent condom compared to the voluminous fountain that had splashed her the previous evening. Her boyfriend had always been enough for her before, but things were different now. She felt a pit in her stomach knowing that things would likely not go back to how they were between them.
âIâm sorry for getting so upset last night. I just... really, really didnât want to lose that bet...â Tae muttered, his head hanging downwards.
âItâs okay, babe. Believe me, I know how it feels for Junho to get under your skin.â
âHeâs such an ass sometimes. Did you - um - you wore that lingerie to bed with him?â He asked nervously.
âI... did...â Ryujin confessed slowly. âBut I just got under the covers and went right to sleep. Itâs not like I wore them for him or anything,â she added, knowing full well that the two-piece was in fact at the bottom of the laundry basket, speckled with their roommateâs dry cum. The comment seemed to comfort her boyfriend slightly.
âOh, okay. Well, I guess I can get over it. As long as he doesnât get the wrong idea.â Tae still wasnât crazy about his friend getting an eye-full of his girlfriendâs exposed body, but decided not to push the issue further. âI know that youâre just doing all of this to help us survive... And I know I need to step it up. Iâve been a real slob,â the boyfriend admitted.
âThanks for owning up to it. I believe in you. You just gotta get back out there,â she encouraged.
âYouâre right, and I will. Love you.â
âLove you too.â
Though their relationship had deteriorated recently, Ryujin still had feelings for Tae. He had been her first serious partner and they had lost their virginities together. The struggles of late had done damage, but there was still something there. Despite her actions, she still wanted the best for him, and wrestled with the thought that it might be best to just come clean about how things between her and Junho had gotten out of hand. If only she could think straight. The thrill of discovering this new, sexual side of herself, and the twisted pleasure that came with it was overwhelming her sensibilities.
Ryujin dreamed vividly that night. She was in Junhoâs bed, but the room looked different for some reason. He was there, stroking his huge dick as usual, and he suddenly reached out and ripped the blanket off of her. She was fully naked, with her fingers in her pussy, frozen like a deer in headlights. âI knew it!â He shouted, and scrambled on top of her. He slapped her creamy folds with his hard manhood and then firmly thrust into her. Ryujin was paralyzed and lay there helplessly while he had his way with her. It felt fucking incredible. She moaned loudly in pleasure, captivated by the animalistic, sex-crazed expression on his face. Then his face morphed into Taeâs.
âBabe? Babe? Ryujin!â
Her eyes snapped open and she found that she was in her own room. Her boyfriend was gently shaking her. âYou were moaning in your sleep. I figured you were having a nightmare or something,â he said worriedly.
âOh... Yeah... A nightmare,â she lied. She immediately noticed that her underwear were drenched. Sheâd experienced the first of many sexual dreams involving her roommate that night, and waited for Tae to fall asleep to quell the overwhelming urge between her legs.
â
The new routine had been established, and although she would earnestly try each and every time to keep to herself, Ryujin would inevitably end up with her hands wrapped around Junhoâs hard cock while his fingers assaulted her cunt.
âNot tonight,â sheâd say, turning her back to him as if to go straight to sleep like the faithful girlfriend she was supposed to be. She knew full well he wasnât going to take âNoâ for an answer though, and secretly craved his attempts to convince her.
âOh, playing games again tonight, are we?â He teased. âAs if your little pussy isnât soaking wet in there, waiting to be manhandled.â
She squirmed her thighs together, his words having an effect.
âDonât know what youâre talking about.â
The swoosh of his boxers being removed could be heard.
âCome play with your new favorite toy a little.â
âYouâve got two hands. Use âem,â Ryujin teased back.
âIf you insist,â he chuckled, scooting towards her and reaching under the blanket.
âNo! You know what I meant!â
She squealed as his large hands roamed over her exposed skin. Ryujin always knew the battle was lost the minute he started touching her. Something about the way he manipulated her with his powerful fingers drove her crazy. Before she could get another word in, his toned arm was around her narrow waist, pulling her into him. Now wrapped in his strong embrace, the dainty woman was powerless to resist. She let out an involuntary moan as he firmly pulled her thong to the side and rubbed her slippery clit.
âWhy do you always have to put up a fight?â He growled into her ear.
âNgghh! Because youâre a stupid creep! Iâm - Uhnn - not bad like you!â She could hardly get the words out as he finger fucked her, her lower half vibrating with the intensity of his actions. Ryujin squirmed against the large frame of her roommate, his hard cock at full attention and slapping against her quivering thigh.
âYouâre a horny little slut, and you know it,â he muttered hoarsely, nibbling her ear. âWhy else would your cunt be this fucking wet for me?â
Ryujin wanted to tell him that she despised him, but instead her mouth fell open in silence as she came all over Junhoâs invasive fingers. After twitching in pleasure for an imperceptible length of time, she finally drew a breath and let out a girlish whimper of satisfaction. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly he could bring her to orgasm.
âMy turn, slut.â He commanded, and watched as his best friendâs girlfriend obediently took his big cock in both hands and got to work.
âStop calling me that. Iâm only doing this so youâll leave me alone and go to sleep.â
âOh, is that right?â
âMhm!â
âSo it has nothing to do with your secret infatuation with me?â Junho loved to press her buttons while she serviced him.
âPffft. You wish. This is purely transactional,â she shot back, matter-of-factly.
âKeep telling yourself that, sexy. Ahh... thatâs nice. Can you get it wet for me though?â
Ryujin rolled her eyes. âWhereâs your lotion?â
âIâm fresh out.â
âUgh. If it will make this go faster.â She leaned over and drooled a large strand of saliva to coat his shaft before pumping his length diligently with a renewed effort.
âHooohh... Fuck yeah, just like that.â he encouraged. His roommate was using both hands in unison, fervently stimulating him with just the right amount of pressure and speed.
âWhy are you always so damn hard?â She asked, genuinely curious about his libido which was foreign to her.
âBecause Iâm a fucking alpha,â he laughed as she scoffed at his clichĂŠ arrogance. âI donât know... Iâve always had this massive sex drive. Kinda seems like yours isnât too far off.â
âIâm nothing like you,â Ryujin argued.
âI think youâre wrong. Two peas in a pod, lady,â he joked as he playfully grabbed at her bra-clad tits.
She couldnât hold back a brief smile as she flinched, protesting, âHey, stop!â She squeezed his cock in retaliation, before spitting on it to reapply her lubrication.
âWhat about Tae? Something tells me heâs not... Keeping up with your needs?â
Ryujin could feel her cheeks blushing. âWhat? No. No, heâs - Itâs fine.â
Junho raised an eyebrow suspiciously. âWell that sounds... Fine,â he teased.
âWhatever. Okay, letâs see that big alpha load already. My arms are getting tired,â she said sarcastically, jerking his big dick enthusiastically.
âAnything for my hot little cumslut,â he muttered.
Before long, the roomate was grunting with delight as he spurted his fat load into the air, much of the sticky substance covering Ryujinâs slick fingers and slender forearms.
âGod damn, baby... Youâre getting really good at that...â He cooed.
âYouâre disgusting...â She said, suppressing a grin as she messily wiped her slimy hands off onto his thigh. Without even fully cleaning up, she nestled into her spot on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
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Junho was growing bolder, knowing the shift that was occurring within Ryujin after several nights of giving in to his advances. While cleaning up some dishes in the kitchen after dinner, he noticed her slip behind him to get something out of the cupboard. He glanced back and observed her stretching for a glass on the top shelf. She was already in her night wear: the usual flimsy camisole and skin-tight short shorts. Her toned midriff was exposed as she reached for the receptacle. Junho noted that Tae was focused on his video game with his back turned to them, and silently closed the gap between him and the alluring woman. He pressed into her back and gently held her against him with a hand on her hip.
âLet me get that for you,â he said casually, easily reaching over her and grabbing the glass.
âHey!â Ryujin whispered harshly, caught off guard and suddenly trapped between the counter and the large frame behind her. âWhat the hell are you doing!?â She squirmed against him and could feel his hardness poking against the small of her back.
Junho ignored her question, and smelled her hair, firmly holding her still. âGod you smell good. Are you excited to cum all over my fingers again tonight?â He murmured softly into her ear, one hand inching down towards her mound. His cock inflated rapidly as he imagined her writhing in pleasure on his bed again.
âStop! Seriously! Youâre gonna-â
âMake you too wet before you say goodnight to Tae?â He interrupted, teasing her verbally as well as with his fingers, which were now pressing against her clit and ever so slightly drawing circles.
âNo! Ngh... Junho, please stop... Heâs gonna see us...â She pleaded as quietly as she could. Even over her shorts, his firm touch was starting to feel good. She didnât have the strength to escape his powerful hold and a sense of helplessness washed over her. Her legs started to weaken as her pussy responded to his aggression, growing juicier by the second. Junhoâs free hand had traveled up her torso and was lightly grazing her nipples, which were stiff and sensitive.
She knew there was nothing she could do short of calling to her boyfriend for help, but she couldnât do that. What if he discovered how much their brutish roommateâs groping was turning her on, she thought. Ryujin cursed her body for once again betraying her and giving into the manâs forceful assault. Instead of insisting that he stop, she was becoming jello in his arms, silently accepting that he was going to do what he wanted to her.
âIâm so fucking hard right now... Maybe I should just fuck you right here,â Junho threatened through clenched teeth.
As she lost the battle for control over her body, her mind began to slip as well. She imagined the muscular jerk tugging her shorts down, and thrusting his huge cock into her warm, welcoming cunt. Surely he wouldnât go that far, she thought. He wouldnât take the last bit of her innocence then and there in the kitchen and fuck her needy pussy right behind her boyfriend. The vision was beyond tantalizing, and her dripping sex ached for more.
Ryujin surrendered to his dominant touch, and just as she felt an orgasm building, Junho released his grip and shuffled back to the sink. His dismount was so jarring that she nearly groaned in frustration at the instantaneous loss of pleasure. She desperately needed that climax, and could think of nothing else.
âAsshole,â she muttered as she stomped past him, heading straight for his bedroom.
âI just got insanely tired... Goodnight, babe,â she announced to Tae, pausing in the doorway for a brief moment to shoot a stern, suggestive look at Junho. The roommate grinned at her mischievously and tucked his erection into his waistband before following her into the room.
âNight...â Tae answered nonchalantly, too engrossed in his game to notice the oddness of what had just occurred. Had he been more observant, he might have perceived his girlfriendâs earlier than usual departure, her flush red cheeks, or the fact that sheâd left an unused glass on the kitchen counter.
Junho closed the door behind him to find that Ryujin was already naked from the waist down and had jumped into his bed. Her pussy was out in the open and glistening with her juices. It was the first time he had actually laid eyes on it, and he wasnât surprised to find that it appeared pristine. His cock swelled with anticipation as he drank in the sight of her unprotected delicate pinkness.
âAre you gonna finish what you started you fucking perv?â She taunted him while lightly teasing herself.
She was still right on the brink of an orgasm, and her inhibitions had melted completely. Ryujin couldâve easily just finished the job herself, but she craved what she knew would be a far more potent explosion if Junho dug his strong fingers into her. She longed for him to hold her down and force it out of her. She was discovering that the loss of control when he dominated her was a major turn on.
Her expectations were subverted as he swiftly moved between her parted legs and dove face-first into her tender folds. She opened her mouth to oppose his daring action, but her voice got stuck in her throat as his strong tongue graced her sensitive cunt. Her hands reflexively shot out and grasped his hair, holding on for what she knew would be a wild ride. The handsome man worked his tongue expertly, stroking the full length of her pussy with firm, steady licks. She had to stop herself from moaning too loudly, remembering her boyfriend was just on the other side of the wall.
Junho kept her right on the edge, pausing every so often to catch his breath and plant kisses right on her swollen clit. His alluring roommate tasted better than he couldâve imagined. The sweet and tangy flavor was intoxicating and caused all of his blood to rush to his cock. He tested her carefully, paying attention to how her body reacted to his work. Stiffening his tongue, he prodded and teased her entrance, which felt incredibly tight. No doubt, it would feel amazing wrapped around his dick. He wasnât sure he would be able to prevent himself from penetrating her any longer. The urge was ramping up with each passing second; his instincts becoming harder to ignore.
âPleeease!â Ryujin whispered in desperation. She was right on the cusp of a big one, but her roommate wouldnât let her have it. He had her firmly pinned down, legs spread wide as he carefully teased her gushing pussy. When she felt she was one lick away from cumming, he would shift his focus, kissing and gently biting a path away from her aching sex. He was clearly toying with her, and taking the opportunity to sample every inch of her exposed lower half.
Junho couldnât help but grin as he feasted on the begging girlfriend. Her cute, wanting pleas for more were music to his ears. He took his time, lightly dragging his teeth along her flawless, taut skin whenever he needed her to cool down. âMmmm... Tastes so good... You like how I tease your cheating little pussy, baby?â
Ryujin groaned in frustration as his hot breath tickled her throbbing clit. âUgggh... I need to cum soooo badly...â
He prodded her once, flattening his tongue and quickly withdrawing it. âLike this?â
âYesssss! Oh my god... Why are you doing this to me?â She wanted to scream at him, but knew it was too risky. She hoped the T.V. in the next room was loud enough to cover up her whimpers.
âBecause youâre a naughty cheating girlfriend, and you need to be taught a lesson.â
âNgggh!â She thrust her hips in an attempt to get the last bit of stimulation she needed, but he stopped her just in time, pressing her down into the bed more firmly.
âYou resisted me, so now you have to wait until I think you deserve to cum.â
âFuck, Junho...â
âWell? Do you deserve it?â
âMhmm! Please!â
âI donât know about that...â Junho flashed his teeth mischievously and bit the bony peak of her hip.
âAhhh! Just give it to me! I Deserve it!â
âYouâll be a good cheating slut from now on?â
She hated him more than ever for forcing her to say such submissive things, but she was well beyond the point of having enough resistance left for mere words. âIâll be good!â
âA good what?â
âA good - Ngh - cheating s-slut!â Ryujin couldnât stay silent anymore. The long build up was about to hit the breaking point. âOhhh... Oh fuuuck yesss... Oh my god... Iâm about to-Ahh!â She gasped sharply as Junho abruptly stopped stimulating her.
âIâll make you cum, slut, but Iâm going to fuck you after,â he stated, still inches from her soaking pussy.
âNooo. No, we canât. Ugh! Pleeeease!â The frustrated woman bucked her hips and pulled at his hair, desperate for release. âFucking pleeease make me cum,â she continued, her orgasm simmering just below the surface. She needed it more than anything, but had just enough sense left to stop him from taking her fully.
âAnything but that-Oh!â
He stoked the fire with another quick lash of his tongue, but it wasnât enough to finish her off. Ryujinâs hands left his head and moved to her burning sex, but he deftly caught them with his own, pinning her arms down on either side of her.
âBeg me to fuck you...â He persisted.
âThatâs too far! Please, anything else!â
Her mind was racing, searching for a way to convince the withholding jerk.
âIâll suck your cock! Please! Make me cum and Iâll suck you off!â She blurted out the offer, which she hastily rationalized was a fair trade given the current predicament, though she wasnât sure where the idea came from.
âDeal,â Junho agreed simply, dipping his face back down to resume his feast. He wasnât hell-bent on rushing sex with her that night, and was elated to hear her depraved suggestion to service him with her hot little mouth. He released one of her wrists and drove two fingers into her cunt while tonguing her clit like a feral beast.
Immediately, Ryujinâs tight hole constricted and her back arched as her long awaited climax finally popped.
âOhhhfffuuuuck!â
She cried out in ecstasy, her fingernails digging into Junhoâs skull as she clenched him tightly between her thighs. The pleasure-filled girlfriend grinded her pussy against her roommateâs face for what felt like the lengthiest, most intense orgasm of her life, with no regard for the fact that a thin wall was all that separated her unfaithful act from her clueless boyfriend.
When she could finally muster the control to open her eyes, she was greeted by her roommateâs manly visage. His chiseled jaw was slick with her juices and his eyes glowed with a predatory flare that sent a shiver down her spine. She watched as he rose to his knees and peeled off his underwear, allowing his massive cock to spring into view. It dawned on her what she had agreed to moments prior, and she didnât bother putting up a fight. She was about to have that fat piece of masculine meat in her mouth, and she was secretly thrilled about it.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Ryujin nearly leapt into the air like a startled cat upon hearing the sharp knocks on Junhoâs bedroom door.
âBabe?â Tae asked from just outside.
She was frozen in indecision. Maybe he would just assume she was asleep and go away, she thought.
âI know youâre awake. I heard noises a minute ago.â
âUh-Just a sec!â Ryujin scrambled off of the bed and looked around frantically for her shorts. Her heart was racing as she tried to brace herself for what would surely be a messy confrontation. He had heard her. It was all over. She had really fucked up this time. She tugged her shorts up and took a deep breath, noting that Junho had gotten under the covers and was in his usual sleeping position. She slowly opened the door, her face red-hot with shame, and met Taeâs suspicious gaze.
âYou left your phone out here,â he muttered, presenting the device to her.
âOh... Oops! T-thank you,â she stammered nervously.
âAre you okay?â He reached out and tested her forehead with his palm. âOh my God. Youâre burning up!â
âI am?â Ryujin couldnât think straight in her panic. âI mean yeah... Now that you mention it-I donât feel right. Maybe thatâs why I was so tired...â She was suddenly hyper aware of the light sweat on her forehead and the slickness of Junhoâs saliva between her thighs.
âWell it didnât sound like you were sleeping...â Tae leaned over to get a peek into the dimly lit bedroom. His roommate appeared to be asleep.
âYou just woke me up. Maybe I was talking in my sleep or something?â It was a poor excuse at best, but she crossed her fingers and silently prayed that he would let it go.
âThatâs weird... Well if youâre sick you should really get some good rest in your own bed, donât you think?â He asked, gently rubbing her arm.
âYeah... I guess youâre right...â
She was more than a little disappointed, but given how fortunate she was to have not been caught, there was no sense in arguing the point. She followed her boyfriend back to their room, and fell asleep to the thought that she had somehow gotten herself into a situation where she now owed her arrogant roommate a blowjob.
Ryujin stirred the next morning to a rustling in her bed. She felt a weight on top of her and opened her heavy eyelids to find Junhoâs massive cock staring back at her. She attempted to scoot up and away from him, only to discover that her torso and arms were pinned to the mattress beneath the heavy intruder.
âWhat the-You canât be in here!â The young woman was trapped, her eyes darting around the space to confirm that this was indeed the room she shared with her boyfriend.
âIâve been rock hard since you abandoned me last night. I couldnât wait any longer,â Junho responded, clearly enjoying her helpless squirming.
âB-but Tae-â
âShhh... He left to get you medicine, since youâre sooo sick...â He teased sarcastically, gently prodding her plump lips with his enlarged tip. âTime to pay your dues. You better make me cum before he gets back, or Iâll consider it a violation of the deal.â
âCanât this wait until tomorrow night? This is too risky...â Ryujin tried to reason with the aggressor, but she could already feel herself becoming wet with anticipation. She knew he was going to take what he wanted from her, and couldnât deny how much that turned her on. The warm, musky meat against her face was demanding her attention, and her mind flickered back to the potent orgasm its owner had brought her to the previous night. Maybe if she was proficient enough to satisfy him quickly, there would be enough time for him to work his magic on her again, she hoped. The pinned girlfriendâs tongue protruded from her lips, and made contact with her roommateâs cock head.
Junho couldnât help but moan in relief as her wet tongue graced his needy manhood. Another invisible barrier was crumbling around them as his best friendâs girl willingly tasted his hard dick for the first time. She looked adorable, hyper-focused on exploring the ridged surface with little licks here and there. He had the urge to just jam himself into her mouth and fuck her face to completion, but held back in favor of the tortuous but enticing teasing she was putting him through.
âGod damn, Ryujin...â He muttered in ecstasy.
She flashed her teeth briefly, flattered by his infatuation, and slowly parted her lips around his velvety skin. Without missing a beat, her roommate began easing his way into her welcoming mouth. As her wet warmth enveloped him inch by inch, her eyes followed the length of his chiseled torso upwards until she met his gaze. As their pupils locked, she felt his thick cock twitch against her tongue, and another deep moan escaped him. His expression of intense desire and hunger made her pussy ache. âMmmm...â She cooed involuntarily; her mouth now completely full.
Junho began softly thrusting his hips back and forth, aiding Ryujinâs efforts as she repeatedly lifted her head to stimulate him. She had little leverage from her current position, but worked his sensitive organ with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. She wanted to do a good job for him; to surprise him with how skilled she could be. Heâd been responsible for giving her multiple mind-blowing climaxes, and it felt right to return the favor.
As if he could read her mind, he murmured, âFuck yes... Ahh, youâre being such a good little cocksucker for me...â
She squirmed beneath him, squeezing her thighs together as a sting of desire accompanied his words. Is that what I am now, she thought, his little cocksucker? She wasnât sure how to respond, but she knew that the whole situation was immensely hot, and that she wanted more.
Junho detected the lust and submission in her eyes, which encouraged him. âMmm... Doesnât it feel so fucking good to be the sexy little slut youâre meant to be?â
Ryujin had never felt so degraded, and though she didnât want him to stop, she couldnât allow him to think she had fully given up all control.
âIâm not a slut, you ass. Youâre making me do this,â she said defiantly before allowing him to stuff her mouth again.
âAnd youâre loving it,â he teased.
âShut up,â she gargled through his warm meat. She lightly dug her nails into his calves, her forearms still secured in place under his weight.
âYou want me to get off of your arms so you can play with yourself?â Junho grinned mischievously as he reached behind him and pulled the blanket off of her lower half. She clamped her thighs together in an effort to defend against him, but his strong fingers slipped into the crevice and found their way to her slick pussy.
Ryujin reflexively moaned as he felt his way around her delicate folds. As usual, her body was betraying her, undermining any attempts to deny that she was enjoying his advances. As Junho toyed with her, she began bucking her hips against him, craving more stimulation. He grazed her entrance again and again, never lingering long enough to let the pleasure build. She hated how much of an effect he had on her, her brow furrowed in frustration as his thick shaft slid in and out of her stretched mouth.
Suddenly, he lifted himself off of her and fell onto his back. âLetâs see you put that slutty little mouth to use,â he practically growled, his rigid saliva-covered cock pointing at the ceiling. âGet on your hands and knees.â
âFuck you,â Ryujin mumbled, complying with his order anyway and positioning herself to continue the taboo blowjob. Her more conservative inner voice was screaming at her for letting this outsider boss her around in the private bed she shared with her boyfriend.
âAss up, so I can play with you,â he commanded, firmly gripping her thigh and pulling her backside toward him. She moaned again, revealing that she was enjoying his manhandling. She felt like a weightless doll as he effortlessly shifted her body around to his liking. Junho couldnât help but continue to push her boundaries. He smacked her exposed ass cheek with a loud crack that echoed throughout the room.
âOW! WHAT TH-â Ryujinâs cry of protest was sharply interrupted as his large hand grabbed the back of her head and guided her down onto his thick cock. She gagged and dug her nails into his thigh as he jabbed the back of her throat. One hand wrapped itself in her hair and pulled her back enough to allow her to breathe, while the other began rubbing up and down the length of her creamy pussy. âYou fuckin-Ggghhh!â
Junho chewed his bottom lip as he aggressively forced the young girlfriend back onto his dick. He started jerking off his considerable length with her mouth, all while finger fucking her tight pussy and rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb.
With each push downwards, Ryujin grew more accustomed to his girth, and her gags gave way to muffled, throaty moans. He was completely having his way with her, and there was little she could do to stop it-not that she wanted to. At first his abrupt assault was appalling, but she quickly warmed up to it. Her juices ran freely down her thighs as he pumped two of his broad fingers in and out of her squelching entrance. Her throat relaxed, and little by little more of his shaft passed through her lips. If she hadnât felt like a slut before, she was beginning to feel like one now. She had never felt so utterly objectified and depraved. Her ass still stung from his harsh slap, but she found herself craving another. Her emotions and desires were a confusing, chaotic soup, but before she could dwell on them, a powerful orgasm erupted within her.
In a move that subverted even her own expectations, she forcefully pushed herself up, the slimy cock flopping out of her mouth, and screamed, âOh my God, Junhonn! Iâm fucking cumming so hard! Spank me again!â A second later, a sharp jolt of tantalizing pain ran through her as he indulged, and then another. âOH! FUCK YEAHHH!â She exclaimed as she rode the mind-bending climax, tightly gripping his throbbing cock with both hands. He continued to punish her plump backside and ravage her quivering pussy while she shrieked wildly in ecstasy.
The scene was amongst the hottest things Junho had ever witnessed, and he felt that his throbbing cock was on the brink of exploding. He quickly grabbed Ryujinâs hips, twisting her onto her back and straddled her writhing body while he stroked his manhood to completion. With his free hand, he ripped her flimsy top down from her chest, tearing it and exposing her breasts. She yelped in surprise, but was too lost in pleasure to care. With a drawn out grunt from the towering man, a viscous, milky rope shot out and splashed against her cheek. Another landed soundly along the bridge of her nose, and the third across her agape lips, mostly falling into her mouth and coating her tongue. The several remaining blasts of his dense semen barely waned in strength, splattering all over her tits, and painting her torso and tattered shirt. By the time the last few dribbles trickled down her tummy, Ryujin was glazed to the point of being almost unrecognizable.
For several minutes the pair remained frozen in place, breathing heavily and basking in the aftermath of what had just occurred. The fact that she had just willingly sucked her roommateâs big cock and screamed like a slut for him while he covered her in his cum barely seemed to matter at that moment. As her chest rose and fell, she could feel the copious semen dripping down her skin and soaking into the bedding.
Junho was the first to speak, âYou ever been plastered like that?â
âNever,â she answered weakly.
âItâs a good look for you,â he added, scooting himself off of her and reaching for his phone. He aimed the camera at her and joked, âSay Iâm Junhoâs little cum slut.â
âFuck off!â She couldnât help but giggle a bit, shielding her face with her open palm. He held the screen out to her, and her jaw dropped as she processed the obscene image on display. It took a full second for Ryujin to recognize the naked woman lewdly sprawled out and coated in jizz in the picture. Even though she had just watched him take the photo, she couldnât believe the unbelievably slutty looking figure was her. It was also hard to miss how incredibly satisfied her expression appeared. Despite having just cheated on her boyfriend again, with this cocky, manhandling brute no less, Ryujin felt more carefree than she had in a long while. That is, until the sound of the front door opening could be heard through the wall.
âShit!â She whispered through clenched teeth. âNot again!â Her eyes flickered back and forth indecisively as the door closed loudly and footsteps drew near. Junho sprung into action, scooping her up and repositioning her onto the bed, before pulling the thick comforter over both of them and laying as flat as he could next to her. Ryujin plucked at the covers hurriedly, trying to conceal any shapes, and ducked her face under the blanket as well.
âYou awake babe?â Tae asked softly as he entered the dimly lit bedroom.
âBarely... Ugh... Can you please let me sleep a little more?â Ryujin tried her very best to sound natural, but her heart was pounding so hard it was deafening.
âOf course. I got some stuff you should take though-â
âNo! I mean... Please leave me be for now. I appreciate you though! Iâll be up soon okay?â She stammered dismissively. If her boyfriend saw her now, there would be no way to explain the shiny globs of cum that still covered her. There was also the issue of getting Junho out of her bedroom without him noticing. She had to think fast.
âAlright. Well Iâll check on you soon,â Tae said.
âOh, um... Babe? Could you please check my car for my phone charger?â She improvised.
âYou can just use mine-â
âNo, I need mine please,â she insisted, not sure how to justify it.
âUh, okay then,â the boyfriend chuckled. âIâll be right back.â
Ryujin held her breath and waited for the apartment to clear. The second the front door closed, she threw the bedding off of her and scrambled towards the foot of the bed. She felt something wrap tightly around her ankle, and she was jerked back towards her roommate, who wrapped his large arms around her.
âDude!â She yelled as he groped her luscious, sticky tits.
âRound two?â He asked, grinning mischievously and dropping a hand down to her unprotected mound.
âYouâve got to be kidding me! Get the fuck out of my room!â She demanded as she tried to wriggle free from his hold. His fingers were already inside of her again, rummaging around in her still sopping wet pussy. âSeriously! Nghhh-Please!â
âIâll go, but I want to hear you admit how much you loved being my naughty little cum canvas,â he grumbled into her ear while stroking her clit and pinching her nipple.
âHnnngh... Please... Heâs gonna be back any minute-â
âSo say it. I donât care if he sees us.â
âYouâre such a-ffffuck-ing ass-ohhh...â Ryujin knew she had no choice. âFine... I Ioved it...â She had to get away from him before her brain decided the growing climax would be worth the risk.
âLoved what?â
âUgh... Being your-Being... covered in all your... cum...â She admitted it shamefully.
âIt was my pleasure.â Junho immediately released her and strode out of the room, fully naked and as smug as ever. Ryujin followed soon after, ducking into the bathroom and jumping into the shower. Before even attempting to scrub the semen off of her skin, her hands were between her legs. Her sex ached for more attention from her roommate, and she lost count of how many times she got herself off under the scalding water, the potent flavor of his salty seed still on her tongue.
******
Ryujin was sipping a hot, bitter coffee in the back room of a small clothing store, mentally preparing to face another tedious shift of her part-time gig. It was an early weekday morning, and she would likely be responsible for the more boring parts of the job given that there were seldom any customers at this time of day. She could faintly hear her bubbly manager, Amber, chatting away with someone out on the floor, which was surprising given that they had just opened the shop. After tossing the styrofoam cup into the trash can, Ryujin yawned and opened the door to see what all the fuss was about.
Amber, from the looks of it, was in her natural habitat, flirting with some guy who had no doubt accidentally wandered into her trap. The young woman was very well put together, always dawning flawless makeup, in contrast to Ryujin, who was more likely to let her natural beauty shine through. Amber couldnât help herself around attractive men, and had a reputation for having flings at the drop of a dime. Ryujin watched her touch the tall manâs bicep as she giggled about whatever it was they were discussing. As she drew nearer, she felt as though she recognized that bicep. Then the man turned to her, and to her surprise, it was Junho.
âHey, Ryujin!â He greeted her cheerfully.
It took her a minute to process his sudden presence in her usually private world of the store. âH-Hi. What are you doing here?â
âI was going to try out this new gym that opened down the street, and then I remembered you mentioned that this was the place you worked at,â he explained, crossing his arms and smiling widely.
Amber appeared a little dismayed that the attention had suddenly shifted away from her. âYou guys know each other?â
âYeah! We live together!â Junho answered.
âWha-Oh, so this is your boyfriend?â She inquired, clearly disappointed to learn that her chances with him had suddenly plummeted.
âNo... heâs just our roommate.â Ryujin replied quickly, starting to worry that Junho would reveal something about the complicated nature of their relationship. It was only two days ago that she had his big cock down her throat before he shot his cum all over her.
âOh good, so youâre single!â Amber flashed her perfect teeth and planted her palm on his broad chest. She did not know the meaning of subtle.
âThatâs right,â he chuckled, realizing an opportunity was developing before his eyes. âCanât tie this guy down,â Junho said jokingly, flexing his muscles and getting an easy laugh out of his new fan.
âWell you can tie me down...â Amber commented seductively. âGive me your number, hot stuff.â
Ryujin rolled her eyes and turned to leave the sickening interaction.
âSee you at home, Ryujin!â Junho called out to her.
âWhatever,â she replied under her breath, grabbing her clipboard off of the counter to start her daily tasks. Ryujin tried to focus on her job, but couldnât ignore the negative emotions that were rising to the surface. The image of her slutty managerâs hands all over her roommate plagued her mind. First of all, he and I are not dating... I have a boyfriend... They can fuck like rabbits for all I care... The thought did not sit well with her. Ryujin must have muttered the phrase âWho caresâ to herself a thousand times throughout the day in an attempt to distance herself from the feelings.
As she readied herself to end the shift, Ryujin noticed Amber smiling ear to ear while she tapped away at her phone. âOh my God, Ryujin! How come you never told me about this guy? Heâs so fucking hot. And guess what? Weâre going out tonight!â
Ryujinâs heart sank to her stomach. Sheâd been secretly hoping that Junho would never actually entertain the idea of spending time with this woman, but apparently she was wrong. They were already set to meet up that night, and knowing them, would almost certainly end up hooking up. She wondered what that would mean for her plans, a night she was meant to spend in his bed. Ryujin tried her best to act naturally, but couldnât hold back her opposition. âOh really? After just meeting him?â
âWell, yeah! He seemed super into me, donât you think?â
âI guess... Heâs kind of a jerk though. You might not want to waste your time,â Ryujin explained, secretly ashamed that she was meddling in their plans.
âHe seemed nice enough to me,â Amber said dismissively. She wasnât about to let her coworker rain on her parade. âAnd that body... Mmm! I bet he has a big dick too. Iâm pretty sure I saw some serious bulge going on down there.â
âI dunno. Small dick energy if you ask me,â Ryujin muttered.
âWell I guess Iâll find out soon!â Amber winked. âWhat do you think I should wear?â
âIâm sure youâll think of something.â Ryujin gathered her things and strolled out of the store in a hurry, her jealousy hitting a tipping point.
******
That night as she and Tae ate dinner, Ryujin found it nearly impossible to focus on the conversation with her boyfriend. She kept eyeing the front door, hoping that Junho would show up alone, having canceled his date. She hated herself for letting the scenario affect her so much. The complicated feelings were a harsh reminder that she had gone way too far with her roommate, and that she needed some normalcy to return to her recently chaotic life.
After cleaning up, the couple cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie. It wasnât long before the door to the apartment swung open, and Junho noisily entered, followed closely by a giggling Amber. Ryujin audibly groaned, but luckily the sounds of the film covered up her show of disappointment. As the newcomers shuffled towards the bedroom, Ryujinâs gaze met her roommateâs and the eye contact lingered for an extra beat. She wasnât sure what she wanted to convey, and her conflicted feelings resulted in a mostly blank expression. He simply grinned, and continued leading his date to his room. Amber waved and said hello to the two of them, winking at Ryujin before disappearing into the private space.
âWow, just like old times, eh?â Tae said to his girlfriend, clearly elated for the disruption in the nightâs sleeping arrangement. âHe hasnât brought a girl home in a while. Guess that means we can stay together tonight.â
âYeah...â Ryujin was distracted, knowing what was about to happen on the other side of the wall.
âBabe?â Tae lightly shook her.
âYeah! Itâs good!â She agreed simply, snapping out of it. Nothing positive would come out of eavesdropping, she decided. This is good, she told herself. This is normal. Normal is good. She pressed herself into her boyfriendâs hold and returned her attention to the movie, determined to accept the circumstances and enjoy a regular night of being a faithful girlfriend like she was supposed to. Ryujinâs new resolve soothed her conscience, and she felt at peace for the next few minutes.
As the on screen entertainment transitioned into a more silent scene, noises could be heard coming from Junhoâs room. âOh! Oh! Yes! Fuuuck Yes!â Amber suddenly cried out. Ryujin and Tae pretended not to hear it, hoping the movie sounds would pick back up again soon. âOh my God! Ah! Yeah! Fuck!â It was hard to ignore the womanâs yelps of pleasure, and Ryujin found her mind wandering. It sounded like Junho was fucking her hard, and she could picture his toned body slamming into her. She wondered what position they were in. Is it missionary, or is he taking her from behind? The girlfriend secretly hoped there was no passion, just raw sex. The jealous feelings returned with a vengeance as she was forced to listen to her ditsy manager get railed by her roommateâs big dick. She was getting to experience it in a way Ryujin hadnât, but that was by her own choice, she reminded herself. She wasnât supposed to wonder what his massive cock would feel like inside of her. Despite all of these mixed emotions, the thought of it in action in the next room was turning her on.
âHoy fucking shiiiiiit!â One last exclamation could be heard before the speakers finally covered up the debauchery. Ryujin realized that she could channel her arousal back into the right direction, and placed her hand on her boyfriendâs crotch. She kissed his neck and lightly rubbed him in an attempt to bring his member to life.
âI need you to fuck me,â she whispered into Taeâs ear, smiling as she felt his cock hardening. He turned his head and kissed her, feebly grabbing at her tit.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â He asked, grinning at his ravenous girlfriend. âIs it...â His eyes darted in the direction of Junhoâs room. âI thought you hated those... sounds.â
âI do, but I just-ugh. Just shut up and fuck me okay?â Ryujin started hastily unzipping his shorts.
âRight here? Babe we-â Taeâs hesitation shattered as his eager girlfriend fished his erection out and took its entire length into her warm mouth. His mouth hung agape in shock as she slid him in and out of her, twisting the saliva-coated base of his cock in her fist. The couple rarely dabbled in oral sex, and here she was enthusiastically enveloping his entire dick. âOhhh, that feels so good babe...â
Ryujin knew he had a habit of finishing quickly, so her time was limited. She slowed her movements gradually, making eye contact, and released his spongy head with a loud pop. Without a word, the horny young woman took her boyfriendâs hand and pulled him to his feet, leading him to the bedroom. Amber could be heard moaning again as they exited the living room. Ryujin pushed Tae onto his back, removed her shorts, and climbed on top of him. She slid her thong to the side, and just before impaling herself, he protested, âWait! Condom!â
âBabe, itâs okay, just pull out,â she pleaded, the heat of the moment slipping through her fingers.
âNo, it wonât feel safe. Sorry, just a sec.â Tae slid out from under her and grabbed a packet from his drawer. He fumbled with it for a moment, and had to jerk himself off a bit to get fully hard again.
Ryujin waited patiently, but knew the likelihood of him actually satisfying her was slim to none. She could still faintly hear her manager squealing with delight across the apartment, and wondered if she had already cum for Junho. It was probably a matter of how many times, rather than if it had happened, she thought. âTae, please get over here and give it to me,â she requested again.
âOkay, ready!â He took his place on his back again, and Ryujin climbed on top of him, finally sinking a hard cock into her depths. It felt great, and they both moaned at the joint stimulation. She put her hands on his chest and began gyrating her hips, finding the rhythm she needed to start building the pleasure. As she rode him, her mind kept traveling to the other bedroom, and she couldnât prevent the intrusive thought of how different it must feel to be stuffed full of her roommateâs much larger tool. The thought of that monstrosity stretching her open was too wickedly alluring to ignore at the moment, and she allowed the fantasy of being with Junho instead to consume her attention.
He would probably have his big, strong hands all over me right now while I bounced on his fat cock. Hell, heâd probably throw me off of him so that he could have his way with me first. The daydream was fueling Ryujinâs arousal to new heights, and she was bucking into her boyfriend harder and harder.
Tae stared at his sexy girlfriend in awe - her perfectly toned tummy and full, perky tits dancing above him - he could hardly believe she was his. Her sultry expression was one of pure lust. She looked so cute and determined to get off with him. It was all too much, and he felt his climax already rearing its head. âSo good... Oh...â He began tensing up.
Ryujin knew the telltale signs of her boyfriendâs completion, and quickly stopped grinding him. âNot yet babe!â She lifted herself off of him, but it was too late, and she watched in disappointment as his dick twitched and spewed a few globs of semen into the condom.
âFuuuck... Iâm sorry...â He muttered shamefully.
âItâs okay... Itâs okay... Just... Can you lick me?â Ryujin fell onto her back and spread her legs, her fingers teasing her clit. There was no way she was giving up this orgasm.
âSure!â Tae was relieved that he could still help his girlfriend get to the finish line, and crawled to her soaking pussy for a taste. He clumsily ran his tongue around the area, and jabbed at her entrance a few times. âMmm is that good?â
âItâs... Fine. Yeah, just keep licking right there... Mhmm...â She closed her eyes and focused on stimulating her clit. His tongue was better than nothing, but it was night and day when compared to what Junho had done to her. God... The way he held me down and ate me like I was his last meal... Groping me and making me squirm while forcing me to admit that I was his cheating slut...
âNgh! Ohhhhh...â Ryujin moaned while picturing her roommate dominating her. She rubbed herself with fervor and ground her sex into Taeâs face. She was almost there. âBeg me to fuck you.â Junhoâs words rang in her mind. âPlease fuck me,â she whimpered under her breath. A scalding wave of pleasure washed over her as she orgasmed, her jaw dropping and back arching. She pressed firmly onto her clit, tightly trapping her fingers and her boyfriend between her quivering thighs. She drew breath slowly and shakily as the endorphins ran their course, eventually subsiding and leaving her limp and sweaty.
âHoly shit, babe... I donât think Iâve ever seen you cum that hard,â Tae said admiringly, with a dash of pride at thinking he was solely responsible.
âYeah... Sometimes...â She cooed, still lost in the aftermath.
âWell, goodnight.â He kissed her lips.
âGoodnight...â Ryujin drifted to sleep effortlessly, even though the sounds of her roommate and coworker still going at it could be heard in the distance.
******
Ryujin woke the next morning before the sunlight had even pierced her bedroom window. With an anxious pit in her stomach, she checked her work schedule and was reminded that she was scheduled to open the store with Amber again that morning. She contemplated calling out sick, dreading the awkward interaction that would surely occur upon her arrival, but decided to be brave and face the day. She quietly slipped out of her room, carefully listening for any indication that the woman was still in her apartment. All was silent, so she hopped into the shower and hurriedly readied herself to leave.
She tip-toed through the front door, relieved that no one else had seemed to have stirred yet, and left for work. Ryujin spent her short commute mentally rehearsing what she might say to her manager, or how to avoid her. Undoubtedly she would want to gush about her experience with Junho, which Ryujin was not ready to hear. She had gotten enough of an earful about it already. Despite arriving quite a bit early, she was surprised to see Amberâs car was already in the parking lot.
âHey, Amber,â she said, reluctantly greeting the woman. Might as well try to play nice, she figured.
âHey...â Amber replied back, with no enthusiasm and a hint of melancholy.
Ryujin raised an eyebrow. This was not at all how she expected this interaction to go. âEverything okay?â
âYeah, Iâm fine...â Amber was avoiding eye contact and fiddling with a tablet.
âNot gonna lie... I kind of expected you to be in a better mood this morning,â Ryujin stated, now filled with curiosity.
âHeh...â
âYou sure nothingâs wrong?â
âUgh... No big deal. You were right though, heâs kind of a jerk.â Amber said, finally looking up from her arbitrary task.
âOh.â Ryujin wasnât sure what to say next. What could Junho have possibly done for her to have this reaction, especially after a night of what sounded like amazing sex. âIt sounded like... I mean, werenât you guys...â
âHeâs a great fuck if thatâs what youâre getting at. Like, crazy good...â
âThen what happened? Just his general attitude got to you, or?â
âNo... I can deal with that...â Amber muttered, avoiding eye contact again.
âWell?â Ryujin couldnât let it go. The mystery was too captivating at that point.
Amber turned bright red and sighed. âFine. He... Donât tell anyone, but... He said your name. Right in the middle of what I thought was the best sex of all time, he called me Ryujin.â
âOh... Iâm-Sorry...â Ryujin placed her hand on her coworkerâs shoulder awkwardly, unsure of how to react outwardly, but well aware that she couldnât allow her true emotions to escape her just yet. She was equally shocked and elated to hear of her roommateâs mistake.
âItâs fine. It was just a stupid hook up. Iâll get over it,â Amber insisted in a show of maturity.
âThat sucks though. Iâm sorry that happened.â Ryujin tried to reassure her.
âThanks... That guy is obviously into you, Ryujin. I was picking up on some vibes when he was here yesterday too, but I guess I didnât want to believe in them.â
âNo... Iâm sure it was just a mindless slip of the tongue,â she said, not believing her own words. âBesides, I have a boyfriend.â
âWell, I donât wanna tell you how to live your life, girl, but for your sake I hope your man fucks half as good as that stud.â
The women did not discuss the subject any further, and began independently getting their daily tasks done. About an hour later, Ryujin was organizing a shelf when she heard unintelligible voices conversing, followed by Amber loudly announcing, âI donât wanna talk about it. Just drop it, okay? No harm done.â She peered around the corner and saw her manager, blushing and walking towards her. Junho was behind her, looking a little less cool and collected than usual. âItâs just embarrassing,â Amber whispered as she passed her and headed for the exit. âNowâs a good time to take my lunch break.â
Ryujin approached the tall man with a spring in her step, more than a little excited to see him after hearing what had happened. âCanât get enough of her, eh?â
Junho chuckled strangely, âJust wanted to say hi I guess.â He wasnât sure if the women had discussed the fumble, and preferred his roommate knew nothing about it.
Is he being awkward? Ryujin wondered, suppressing a smile at his rare show of vulnerability. She was looking forward to fishing the information out of him. âLooks like she didnât wanna talk. What could that be about?â
He shrugged. âDunno...â
âHm, guess she wasnât impressed,â she teased, glancing down at his package. She decided it was more fun that he didnât know that Amber had spilled the beans to her already.
âI think you know that thatâs basically impossible,â he defended himself, straightening his posture.
âHow would I know that?â Ryujin asked, subconsciously taking a step towards him.
âIf you donât by now, you will in due time,â he replied, closing the distance further.
âWell if you keep bringing random girls home, there wonât be a lot of time for that, will there?â She knew what her comment was suggesting, and worried that it might have been too forward.
âTrue.â He said simply.
Ryujinâs heart rate quickened as she took in his scent and felt his eyes scanning her body. She considered the space around her, quickly observing the emptiness of the store, and the security camera that they were in partial view of. âSo what can I help you with today? You mentioned you were looking to try on some new pants?â She aimlessly picked up a pair of jeans that were conveniently resting on the shelf beside them, and offered them to him.
âYou think these will be a good fit?â He asked, seamlessly slipping into the role of the unfamiliar customer.
âYeah! Let me show you to the dressing rooms,â she announced. As soon as the words left her lips, she knew what was about to happen. Her eyes darted around again to confirm. There was no one in sight, and she knew for a fact that there werenât any cameras in the dressing room area, including the common space where the employees would often spend time watching over the rooms and organizing the abandoned garments. She led Junho across the room and into the private alcove. âHere we are, sir,â she said in her professional customer service voice, holding the door open for him and feeling a tingle of excitement as his hard body brushed past her.
âI think Iâm gonna need some help, miss,â he eyed her knowingly.
âOh? What else can I do for you?â Ryujinâs pulse quickened in anticipation.
âIâm just a little sore from the gym, and was hoping you could help me out of these joggers.â
âHmm, I donât think that sort of thing is allowed here-Ah!â She was interrupted as Junhoâs hand grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into the room. He aggressively pushed the door closed and his large frame pinned her against the wall of the tiny room. Her body was trapped between the cool partition and his warm chest. âI could get into a lot of troub-â Ryujin was once again interrupted, his lips mashing into hers, and his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
âMmmm...â She moaned into the kiss as her defenses vanished, and she offered her tongue to him. His strong hands slowly ran down her back and to her ass, which he then squeezed and used to lift her off of the ground. Still pinned against the wall, she was now at his height, and wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her firmly and passionately, and she mirrored his intensity. They were basically devouring each other in the cramped space, as if they had both been starved for affection. Ryujin could feel his hardness swelling rapidly against her, like it was threatening to rip through their clothing and penetrate her. She squeezed him into her more tightly, enhancing the friction between their wanting genitals.
Ryujin was the first to break the kiss, panting heavily, and dropped her leg to the ground, which caused Junho to let her down. She could feel her pussy was already soaking wet from the encounter. She found herself wishing to please him in that moment; to prove that she knew how to satisfy him. The young girlfriend dropped to her knees and started to tug at her hung roommateâs waistband until his massive erection sprung out before her eyes. She took his rock hard cock in her soft hand and gave the tip a small peck.
âGod, you look like such a hot little slut with my big dick on your face,â Junho admired, resting his meaty appendage along the bridge of her nose, and gliding his smooth shaft ever so slightly along her skin. He cupped her jaw in his palm. âDid you miss me last night?â
âNot as much as you missed me,â she replied, sticking out her tongue and licking up the length of his cock. Junho chuckled and allowed her to take control as she flicked the underside of his head with her tongue and pushed her pursed lips against it. Ryujin slowly allowed him inside, taking in his fat piece of meat one centimeter at a time. At about four inches or so, he hit the back of her throat, and she held him there while her tongue snaked back and forth. She used her hand to spread her saliva down the rest of his length, lightly jerking the base while she bobbed her head on the third that she could fit.
Junho inhaled through his teeth and groaned in pleasure as his roommate serviced him. He took a moment to appreciate the wild turn of events that had gotten him into Ryujinâs lovely mouth that morning. He hadnât been sure what would come of confronting the women after what had transpired the night before, but heâd felt a strong inclination to show up and figure it out. This outcome was about as well as it could have possibly gone for him, and he allowed himself a minute to get lost in her bright, determined eyes. âWhoofff... Youâre getting good at this, baby.â He battled the compulsion to increase the intensity and start fucking her face again, deciding to let her continue proving herself while he relaxed this time around.
Ryujin pulled him out of her mouth with a slurp, and jerked him off with both hands, smiling with her tongue out. âYou think?â In no mood to pretend she wasnât enjoying herself, she genuinely wanted to hear more praise from him. She knew she wasnât particularly experienced sucking cock, especially when compared with her slutty manager, but secretly hoped she possessed an innate talent that would impress Junho. She had more or less let him have his way during their previous encounter, but she was now in the driverâs seat, and didnât want to disappoint.
âDefinitely... Youâre gonna make me cum if you keep this up,â he encouraged.
The cheating girlfriend slid the throbbing dick back into her mouth, pleased to hear she was succeeding. She did feel a sense of urgency, remembering where she was, and that Amber could come back at any time. More risky still, a customer might quietly drop in, and theyâd probably hear the obscene squelching sounds coming from the small dressing room as she began pumping Junhoâs cock with increased enthusiasm.
âAhh... Fuck yeah... Thatâs my good little cocksucker... Is it making you all wet to be on your knees like this in public?â He brushed a strand of hair out of her face.
âMhmmm,â she answered with a slight nod. She couldnât believe how turned on the whole thing was making her. If sheâd been told a month ago that sheâd be blowing Junho at some random clothing store, she would consider it impossible. The risk of getting caught was another spicy factor that only made the interaction even hotter. Ryujin caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror beside them, noticing her watery eyes and the thick rope of saliva dangling from her chin while her lips stretched to accept the thick manhood. She truly felt like his little cocksucker, and the aching need in her pussy insisted that it was the way to be.
âFuck, Ryujin... Iâm getting close,â Junho mumbled.
âGllgh. Gllgh. Gllgh.â Ryujin gagged on her roommateâs big dick as it jabbed the back of her throat repeatedly. She realized she would have to swallow his entire load, as she was in no position to be glazed in cum at the moment. Her shift had barely started, and she would have to work the next several hours in whatever state he left her in. Ryujin began mentally preparing herself to handle what would undoubtedly be a massive volume of semen.
âOh fuck... Just like that, slut...â
âGllgh. Gllgh. Gllgh.â She could feel him throbbing against her tongue.
âOh my fucking... Mmmm!â Junho groaned in pleasure as his cock jumped in Ryujinâs tight, wet mouth. A viscous string of salty-sweet seed splashed the back of her throat, and she gagged at the unexpected force of it. Clamping her lips firmly around him, she managed to swallow just in time for another shot of cum to quickly fill the little space there was. She drank it down as swiftly as possible while his big cock pulsed wildly and relentlessly ejaculated into her. Ryujin surprised herself as she managed to mostly contain his impossibly heavy dose, only a small amount dribbling from the corners of her lips.
Junho watched the young girlfriend in a daze as she gulped down the last of his seed, and began sucking and licking his cock clean automatically. She continued to exceed his expectations, and he once again privately counted his blessings. He fantasized about keeping her in that room with him for the rest of the day, or at least for long enough to finally fuck her. That would have to wait, he decided, and he took her hand in his, lifting her to her feet and pulling her against him.
Ryujin lovingly licked away the last remnants of cum from his barely-deflated shaft. His potent flavor overwhelmed all of her senses, and she thought about how many nights sheâd seen all of his fluids go to waste. This time, every drop was traveling down to her belly, which, for reasons she didnât understand, was intensely erotic for her. She felt Junhoâs strong hand take hers, and before she knew it, found herself in his arms again. He kissed her firmly, and she reciprocated, the taste of his tongue mixing into the already intoxicating Junho cocktail she was experiencing. She felt his hands roam down her back and slip into her pants. He squeezed her plump ass as their tongues swirled around each other, and her pussy drooled in anticipation. Her roommateâs thick finger traveled further down, disregarding the barrier of her panties, and tunneled its way to her soaking lips.
âOhhh... Pleeease...â She moaned into his mouth as he lightly traced lines up and down her slick entrance. The last bit of caution she had regarding the setting melted away, as she grinded her sticky pussy into his fingers. Then he withdrew. Slowly, but deliberately, he retracted, and with one last kiss, left her without his touch.
âIâll take care of you tonight,â he said seductively, and turned to leave.
Ryujin spent the next few minutes composing herself, mustering up every ounce of self-control not to finish herself off. She rehearsed a ânormalâ smile in the mirror, and strode back out into the store, the taste of her roommate still on her lips.
Ryujin returned home in the evening after a long day of work followed by shopping for materials she would need for her upcoming university classes. She entered the shared apartment to find Tae and Junho about to take a shot of alcohol.
âHeyyy! Just in time!â Her boyfriend, looking more clean-cut than he had in a while, greeted her cheerfully. âGuess what, babe? I landed a job!â
Ryujinâs eyes widened in surprise. âNo way! Thatâs great! I didnât even know you were-â
âI wanted to surprise you,â he explained, handing her a shot glass. âIâve been in contact with them and had the in-person interview this morning, and they got back to me just a few hours later. The stars just aligned on this one!â
âThatâs so awesome! Congrats!â She exclaimed, legitimately happy for him. The trio gulped down their celebratory liquid and enjoyed a couple rounds of a simple drinking game. Tae described his interview in more detail, and the others learned that the new job was a step down from his previous one, but still seemed decent and stable. Anything was better than the sedentary life he had been living for the past few months, Ryujin decided.
As the drinks flowed, the elephant in the room grew larger, until Tae finally broached the subject. âSo I guess this means we can finally go back to normal, right?â He asked the group suddenly.
Ryujin waited to see if Junho would respond, and he did. âEventually, yeah. Letâs wait to see that first paycheck though, eh big guy?â He chuckled, slapping his friend on the back. âBesides, I already paid for this month.â The handsome man smirked at his friendâs girlfriend knowingly, and she felt a tingle between her legs. She had just gulped down all of his cum that very morning, and shuddered at the thought of what he was planning to do to her that night.
âWell it wonât be much longer now. I start next week, so expect that money soon. We need to put this shit behind us,â he said firmly, surprising the others with his sudden boost in confidence. âBe right back.â
As Tae headed towards the bathroom, Junho wrapped an arm around Ryujin, and pulled her against him. âI guess that means we better make every second count,â he muttered in her ear as his hand roamed to her chest, squeezing her pliant flesh.
âStop!â She whispered, squirming in his strong embrace. Both hands were now roughly groping her tits, and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her top. Her roommateâs warm breath bathed her neck before his teeth lightly scraped it. âJunho, seriously...â Ryujin protested as the dangerous sensations of her bodyâs consent began to spread in her loins.
As he kissed and nibbled her soft skin, Junho could actually feel her pulse quickening. The toilet flushed, and he slowly withdrew from the petite woman. âWhereâs a dressing room when you need one?â He joked, smiling at her as she quickly composed herself and fixed her shirt.
âYouâre such a fucking perv,â she chastised her roommate just before Tae returned to the couch. The game continued, and Junho took every chance to steal a feel of Ryujin, from subtly bumping his body into hers, to outright groping her when his friend was distracted. The man clearly had an appetite, and his risky advances were making her horny. At one point she let her gaze linger on the prominent bulge in his pants, and felt the urge to climb into his lap so he could put his hands all over her. After playing around a while longer, Tae announced he was ready for bed, and held his hand out to his girlfriend invitingly.
âMmm wrong night, buddy.â Junho pointed out.
Tae shot him a look of disapproval. âIâm not going to sleep just yet. Will you join me, babe?â
âI see...â the cocky man laughed. âEnjoy, you two. But send her to my room when youâre done,â he instructed, winking.
Ryujin shouldâve been used to his boldness by now, but still found herself slightly shocked that he would make such a suggestive comment in front of Tae. She rose to her feet and followed her boyfriend, thinking about how slutty it made her feel to be ordered around between the two bedrooms, and noticing that it turned her on.
As soon as they closed the door, Tae kissed her, and started removing her clothes. Ryujin was slightly taken aback by his newfound ability to take charge, but was pleasantly surprised. He pushed her to the bed, and rolled a condom onto his modest erection. He mounted his girlfriend, spearing her with his hardness, and began pumping away. âWow, youâre so wet already,â he beamed. âMy good news has you all excited, eh?â She nodded in response, focused on trying to get into the moment. While she was undoubtedly happy for his success, the moistness in her pussy was caused by Junhoâs repeated sneaky touches throughout the night.
After nearly ten minutes of actually decent sex, compared to their recent attempts together, Tae ejaculated into his protection, and slumped on top of her. Ryujin had almost orgasmed, but ended up faking a small one as he finished. She thought about completing the job herself, or asking him to eat her out like the last time they were intimate, but decided to enjoy the restful moment with him instead. Heâs too tired anyway, she rationalized to herself, refusing to acknowledge that perhaps she was saving herself for what would inevitably happen in the next bedroom.
The young woman lay there in silence, listening to her boyfriendâs deep breathing. She did feel guilty. Sheâd coexisted with the uncomfortable emotion for a while now, locking it away when she could, but forced to face it in the quiet moments. Whatever it was that had developed between her and Junho, it was going to come to an end. It always had to. Knowing it was a temporary thing made the guilt easier to deal with. Ryujin felt that her future self could move on and accept that she and her roommate were just getting something out of their systems during this odd time in their lives. It also helped to remind herself that they had managed to keep themselves from going all the way, and had not actually had sex, which had to count for something.
Taeâs breath slowed to a dull snore, and Ryujin scooted out from under the sleeping man. It was an Junho night, and she had to finish out the agreement. She slipped into a thong and baggy t-shirt before tiptoeing towards the bedroom at the other end of the apartment. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering about as she contemplated what might happen in there that night. Will he be waiting for me with his big hard dick in hand? Will he make me suck it again, and cum down my throat? Maybe heâll lick my pussy. Ryujin grew hornier the more she thought about the vast menu of dirty acts they might indulge in. She reassured herself that as long as they didnât push the boundaries any further, and were committed to stopping altogether soon, she could enjoy herself.
She opened the door and was surprised to find that the light was off, and her roommate was seemingly asleep already. How long had I been daydreaming? She wondered, trying to suppress her disappointment as she crawled into her side of the bed. âYou asleep?â She whispered, lightly brushing his shoulder, but he did not react. Still in an aroused state, she lay motionless for several minutes, enjoying the comfortable mattress and pleasant fragrance of Junhoâs room. A setting that had once been so new and surreal was quite familiar now, and she slowly drifted to sleep with the thought that it would be one of the last remaining nights she would experience it.
******
The first thing that Ryujin noticed as she regained consciousness was a throbbing sensation in her pelvic region, and that her pussy felt soaking wet. As she contemplated her dark surroundings, she realized that Junho was spooning her, and clutching her tightly against him. His broad forearm was resting snugly across her torso, and his hand had gone up her shirt. A tingle of pleasure shot from her chest to her sex as he twisted her erect nipple. He was awake, and he had her small frame completely constricted in his hold. Ryujin felt a warmth on her pussy, and gasped at the sudden awareness of what was happening. Junhoâs big, hard cock was rubbing back and forth across her creamy folds, steadily tracing a line along her entrance, and making her gush as it made contact with her clit.
âWh-What are you doing?â She asked, her voice cracking.
âGiving you what you need, obviously.â He replied, his stubbly chin scratching the skin behind her ear.
âBut, you canât-â She argued, feeling utterly helpless in his powerful clutch. She wondered what had happened to her underwear, which had apparently been removed. The forbidden friction between their genitals felt so wickedly good, and her body craved more.
âCanât what? Do this?â He thrust his hips ever so slightly forward and his thick head prodded against her tight entrance, threatening to break the seal.
âNO!â Ryujin shouted. Her mind was racing now. Is this really about to happen? Is his huge dick about to stretch me open? The intrusive thought had bombarded her mind for so long now, and it was on the brink of becoming a reality. Junhoâs large hand snaked up her chest, through the opening of her shirt, and clamped over her mouth. âMmm!â She half-moaned, half-protested into his meaty palm. Feeling even more powerless than before, she writhed against him, able to move just enough that his cock slipped out of the crater and slid along her slippery slit. It kept finding its way back though, and pushed into her barrier a bit harder each time.
âDonât worry. Youâre going to feel so amazing in a second. Just give in,â he murmured, his words equal parts titillating and threatening.
Ryujin felt like she was about to be devoured by a python as she struggled against her roommate. She was completely at his mercy and was realizing that she was not going to be able to stop him. Is he even wearing a condom? She doubted heâd bothered to use protection, and a shiver ran down her spine at the idea that he was about to stuff his bare dick into her. It was something sheâd never experienced, and made her feel even more vulnerable than she already was.
âYouâre not doing anything wrong. Youâre half asleep, and for all you know Iâm your boyfriend. Just lay there and take it like a good little slut, okay?â Junho thrusted his throbbing cock more firmly still, and Ryujinâs tight hole began to stretch around the large, invading circumference. Somehow his twisted suggestion helped her relax slightly. She wasnât the one pushing things further, and thus didnât have to be responsible for it. She knew the logic was deeply flawed, but her brain was wholly flooded with desire and not capable of thinking straight. She could feel his fat, bulbous head sinking further into her one painfully slow centimeter at a time, and her pussy oozed lubrication to prepare for him.
Junhoâs mushroom tip finally crossed the threshold, and it was suddenly buried completely, her taut walls enclosing it. As shallow as he was, it already felt like nothing Ryujin had ever experienced, and she braced herself for what would come next. Instead of further penetrating though, he went the other direction, slowly pulling out of her clinging pinkness.
He groaned quietly in her ear before pushing into her again, taking care to move as slowly as possible to allow her sex time to warm up to his. His roommateâs warm, gripping cunt felt even tighter than he imagined it would, and he was determined to enjoy every single fraction of a second as he breached her defenses. The sensation on the sensitive ridge of his crown as he passed into her again was euphoric, and heâd only barely sampled her surface. Junho felt his balls tighten as he fought the urge to drill into her further, managing his pace with all the control he could muster.
Ryujinâs entire body was ablaze. Her roommateâs careful teasing was breaking her will one painfully shallow thrust at a time. The need to have his fat cock fill more of her was becoming unbearable, and she began involuntarily bucking her hips back into him. Her efforts were mostly fruitless though, as he held her in place with unyielding rigidity. Her weak attempts to capture more of him only accomplished a dull feeling of shame as her deafening lust drowned out the last bits of reluctance she had left.
A thin layer of sweat was forming upon both of them as the heated interaction between their bodies went on. Junho continued to edge his tip in and out of her entrance, and could feel her juices coating him more and more, the viscous liquid running down the veiny surface area of his shaft. He felt her struggles to escape slowly morph into struggles to take in more of his cock, which wouldâve prompted a triumphant grin if his face wasnât already occupied with absolute pleasure.
âGod, you feel incredible. Do you think your hot little pussy is ready for more of me?â He relaxed his grip on her jaw, allowing her the opportunity to reply as he continued to tease her.
âNggghhh...â Ryujin couldnât take it anymore. The rational part of her brain that had reaffirmed how wrong it was to be messing around with her roommate was lost in a thick soup of arousal. She was going to be fucked by Junho. At that moment, there was nothing else in the world that mattered to her. He was going to take her whether she wanted it or not, and she privately accepted that she wanted it more than anything. She shuddered in his arms; the thought of his monster cock filling her up completely was her singular focus.
âBeg me for more you sexy little slut,â he commanded.
âFuuuuck...â She moaned. Despite how badly she wanted him, to actually say it out loud was too depraved.
Junho ceased his thrusting after pulling out of her, his throbbing hardness resting against her clit. âIâm going to make you feel so fucking good. Just say it, and Iâll handle the rest...â
âUggghh! Mmmpfff!â Ryujin tried desperately to wiggle her bottom into him, but could only slather her drenched lips against his skin. It wasnât enough. Nothing but his entire, juicy dick fucking her would ever be enough. âFuck! Fuck me! PLEASE FUCK ME!â As the words left her lips, her creamy opening was parted and her depths were stretched around him as he tunneled into her. âOHHHHH!â Her mind felt like it was exploding as every surface of her tight pussy was assaulted by his thick, throbbing cock. It forced its way deeper and deeper for what felt like an eternity, until it battered against her cervix. âFUCK!â She was absolutely stuffed full of Junho, and it felt like nothing she couldâve ever described before. She could perceive every subtle contour of his naked member pulsing inside of her, his skin against hers with no protective barrier.
Then he pulled out, swiftly and smoothly, the entire length passing through her again in reverse. She gasped sharply for air, just in time for him to plunge back into her. His hips crashed into bare ass with a loud slap, sending ripples throughout her curves as his invading cock sent shockwaves throughout the deepest parts of her. âFUHUHUHHHCK!â Ryujinâs muscles tensed up, and she was suddenly aware that a massive orgasm was about to consume her. âYES! YES! YESSSS!â
Junho unleashed his third powerful stroke, and Ryujin let out a guttural moan as she came the hardest she ever had in her life. As her body was flooded with endorphins, she writhed against him in total pleasure. He remained firmly planted inside of her, and she could feel her pussy spasming and clenching around him. She felt as though she was on a different planet as her climax rocked her body relentlessly. After floating on a cloud for a length of time that was not perceivable to her, she felt her roommateâs big cock move within her again.
With another loud crack of skin on skin impact, he thrust into her a fourth time, then a fifth. The fire that was Ryujinâs orgasm was stoked again and again as he fucked her with a steady and deliberate rhythm. âOh my FUCKING Gahhhh!â Her screams of approval trembled as he pummeled her. The most potent climax of her life also became the longest as he would not let up. She couldnât believe how incredibly intense it felt to be taken by him. She wondered if she had just discovered what sex was supposed to be like. Surely not. Surely it was exceedingly rare to feel this fucking good. She dug her fingernails into his forearm, holding on for dear life as he continued assaulting her.
Junho was utterly enthralled by his roommateâs body as he gave her his all. He was finally experiencing what heâd dreamed about for months, and it was even better than everything heâd hoped for. Her tight, creamy pussy hugged his cock perfectly as he molded her depths. The feel of her supple young body spasming in his arms, and her uncontrollable moans of pleasure were beyond encouraging. He was elated at how quickly she had taken to his dick. As he slammed into her again and again, his room was filled with the obscene sounds of their coupling. If his friend happened to be awake, he thought, there would be absolutely no hiding what was occurring. He was too wrapped up in the moment to care though, and he focused all of his attention on the gorgeous woman that he was currently inside of.
âGod... Damn... That... Pussy... Feels... Good...â Junho growled with each firm thrust into Ryujin. He had the idea to slow down for a minute; to kiss her, and to let her face him. He decided that it wasnât the time for sensual love-making though. If there was too much consent on her part, perhaps the guilt would overwhelm her, and create more of a future obstacle. In time, he planned, she would get over that, and be completely his, but he had to navigate the waters carefully. In that moment, only raw, animalistic fucking was what she needed. He would continue to take her from behind and give her an experience she would never forget.
With that thought, he stopped pumping for a moment, and lifted himself onto his knees while rotating her body, resting upon her prone form. Ryujin whimpered as he pulled out of her, her thighs still twitching slightly. There was just enough moonlight to see that her entire bottom was coated in glistening juices. Her full, round ass looked immensely appetizing as he lined up his slimy cock with her swollen pussy. He entered her slowly at first, bottoming out and savoring the return of her warm, wet embrace. âMmm... This slutty little body was made for big cock,â he grumbled as he squeezed her malleable cheeks. Junho adjusted himself into a push-up like position with his hands on her lower back, wrapping most of her narrow waist in his sizable grip.
Ryujin was still in such a daze that she was barely aware of Junho moving on top of her. She felt a sudden vast emptiness that longed to be filled again, and unintelligibly cried out for more as her body was pinned against the mattress under his considerable weight. Finally, the overwhelming sensation of being stretched around him returned, and she clamped her eyes shut to endure it. âOhhhhfff... Yes!â The new positioning felt different somehow, and her pussy gushed at the new variety of stimulation. She felt a bead of sweat dribble down the bridge of her nose before it was launched onto the pillow as Junho bucked into her from behind. âOh my GOD!â She clenched the fabric in desperation as her roommateâs big dick began pounding her again. The amount of force that was being exerted into her body was mind-blowing. She had never felt so engulfed in dominance, as if she was nothing more than a ragdoll to be fucked by this apex masculine creature. It awakened something primal in her, and she came again at the thought of it. âIâM CUMMM-OHHHH!â
âFuck yes baby... Cum all over that big cock you slut!â Junho was giving it to her at a renewed pace, his pelvis crashing into her ass again and again. Her convulsing pussy felt so incredibly good, and he groaned through the ecstasy that her responsive body was dealing him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her upper body towards him, curving her flexible spine. He leaned back and continued to take her with him, her knees bending and bottom lifting off of the bed. With one hand on her luscious hip and the other still tangled up in her hair, he continued fucking his best friendâs girlfriend with all the strength he had.
Ryujin felt numb with pleasure from head to toe as her roommate had his way with her. It felt like she was being fucked through one long continuous orgasm, and she wanted it to never end. She was completely dumbfounded at the immense contrast between sex with her boyfriend, and the mouth-watering brutish treatment she was experiencing at that moment. Tae felt good inside of her, but she almost always needed some additional form of external stimulation to complement him. Junho, on the other hand, was a totally different feeling, and he was reaching places deep inside of her that had never been touched before. In addition to his ability to use his massive cock, the way he manhandled her and manipulated her body to suit him was an insanely hot turn on.
Junho admired Ryujinâs luscious figure beneath him. He couldnât believe his luck at how deep she was able to take him in. He was penetrating her with his entire length, and it felt like the exact perfect fit. He was fucking her like a wild man, and she seemed to be loving every second of it. His heavy balls were constricting as they slapped repeatedly into her clit, and he began to feel that he was ready to burst. He slammed into her for the final few strokes he could manage before releasing a deep, satisfying roar and pulling out of her with a loud squelch. His throbbing cock instantly launched a thick, lengthy rope of semen that splattered against the back of her head and ran down the entire length of her spine. Another viscous strand was flung onto her, and several more followed, coating the young girlfriendâs backside in his sticky seed.
Ryujin moaned repeatedly as she felt her roommate climaxing all over her. She reveled in the dirty feeling of his cum forcefully blasting against her skin while her own orgasm still pulsed within her. He let go of her hair and her face slumped into the pillow, the sudden darkness only enhancing her sense of touch. The last two spurts splashed against her pussy directly, which felt titillating and erotic in a dangerous sort of way. She felt his shockingly heavy load pooling at the curved small of her back, and dripping down her ass cheeks. The thoroughly fucked woman remained still for a while with her plump bottom in the air, catching her breath while her head span aimlessly in a dense fog of ecstasy.
SMACK!
Junhoâs wide palm brought her back to reality as he slapped her exposed cheek, sending beads of semen flying. She let out a girlish yelp that normally wouldâve embarrassed her, but in that moment it was who she was. She was Junhoâs fuck doll, and she felt far too satisfied to question it; more satisfied in fact, than possibly ever before. She collapsed into the soft mattress and felt him cover her with the blanket before passing out.
******
When Ryujin woke again, her brain felt clear and calm, but something about the lighting in the room felt off. She reached for her phone and felt a stab of panic as she realized she had slept in well past her usual rising time. Remembering she had the day off made the lateness of the morning less troubling, but there were several missed texts from Tae. She sat up, and the stinging soreness between her legs flooded her with memories of the previous night. She glanced over and was relieved to find that Junho had already left. She quickly swiped at her screen, fearing that her boyfriend had surely heard the debauchery. âFuck, fuck, fuck...â She cursed to herself, regretting how recklessly loud she had been. Her worries began to fade as she read his messages. He made no comments suggesting that he had any idea of what had transpired. He merely asked if she wanted to wake up and join him for some âBack to workâ shopping.
As she peeled the blanket from her sticky body, she silently thanked the universe that Tae had not come to wake her in person. She twisted her torso to discover that she was still absolutely covered in her roommateâs drying cum. If her boyfriend had simply cracked the door open, the smell of the room alone wouldâve been a dead giveaway. The stink of sex hung heavily in the air, a potent reminder of how intense the evening had been. Despite how physically sore and mentally conflicted she felt at that moment, the memories of the encounter and the evidence all over her skin was highly arousing. Her pussy was swollen and red, yet was already beginning to leak her sexual fluids. The feeling of Junhoâs cock inside of her was not an easily dismissable thought, and the way he had taken her was nothing short of mind-blowing. Ryujin resisted the urge to touch herself, and instead jumped out of bed and headed for the shower.
As the scalding water cleared the mess that Junho had left behind, Ryujin pondered her current predicament. Gone was the comfort that full-on, penetrative sex was still reserved for Tae alone, the last remaining pillar of her faithfulness in shambles. If only she had been able to summon the strength to prevent it. Then again, she thought, Did I even really have a say at all? HE fucked ME, and not the other way around. I was just trying to sleep. Ryujinâs mind rationalized the event for nearly an hour in the steamy bathroom, and she emerged ready to face the day.
She made plans to meet Tae at her clothing store to help him pick out some new outfits for work. They ended up spending the entire day out and about, and she did her best to bury any guilty feelings that arose intermittently. That night, Tae did not make a move to have sex, which quelled her fears that he would somehow be able to notice what Junho had done to her.
******
The next evening, Ryujin began to grow nervous as she would be joining her alluring roommate in bed, and didnât know what to expect. They had only seen each other briefly in passing since heâd fucked her, and she had done a lot of processing since then without running it by him. She was going to attempt to reestablish some boundaries, but in the back of her mind, knew it was a nearly impossible challenge. When the time came, she kissed Tae goodnight, and entered Junhoâs room with determination. He was sitting on the bed, fully naked, looking like a chiseled statue of peak masculinity. She felt a tingle in her pussy and his eyes on her while she walked around to her side and sat next to him, leaving her tiny elastic shorts on.
âSo...â She started, not yet knowing which words to select. âWe shouldnât do that again...â
âDo what?â He grinned, brushing some hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
âYou know...â She could feel herself blushing. The physical contact from him in the space where he so recently had his way with her spawned a spark between her legs.
âIâm not sure what youâre referring to,â Junho said playfully. He knew it was a sensitive subject that required careful maneuvering.
âOkay, uhhh. But seriously, that stuff is dangerous. Like... Itâs too good...â She admitted shamefully, dropping her chin.
He smiled at her, and tilted her head up with his finger. âWhatever you say.â He cupped her feminine jaw in his large hand, and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. Her pussy gushed.
Ugh, why is he being all weird? Ryujin wasnât sure what he was up to, but figured he was probably planning something. âWe can still like... mess around and stuff. As long as weâre committed to ending all of this when we start paying rent again.â Her eyes dropped to his bare cock, which was slowly inflating to its full size. I canât believe that fucking thing was inside of me.
Junho pressed his thumb against her lips, and eased it into her mouth. She responded by lightly sucking on it, becoming increasingly turned on by the second.
âMess around, eh?â He asked calmly.
âMhmm,â Ryujin nodded cutely in agreement while swirling her tongue around his finger, squeezing her thighs together in anticipation.
Junho gently removed his thumb from her mouth. âThatâs okay. Youâre right. Best not to push it. We should just go to sleep.â
âBut-â She shot a glance at his massive erection, shocked by his sudden denial.
He lightly tapped her cheek with his palm. âGoodnight Ryujin,â he said, grinning, before turning away from her and switching off the light.
The young woman sat there in the dark, bewildered and horny, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She wasnât going to beg him to touch her, if that was the game he was playing. She did want him to though. Bastard... She accepted the turn of events and lay on her side to go to sleep.
After several minutes, just as she started to drift off, she noticed a rustling behind her. There was movement in her blanket, and suddenly her shorts were ripped all the way down her legs and clean off of her. Before she knew what was happening, she felt Junhoâs large frame shove against hers, and his hands squeeze her chest. âHey!â She thrashed against his hard body, instinctively fighting to get away from his trap. âAre you serious? We just-â Her breath was taken away as he shoved his hard cock straight into her without warning. She was still plenty moist, and her pussy welcomed his intrusion. âAnghhh!â The pleasure center of her brain was abruptly firing on all cylinders as he eased his way to her deepest reaches.
âShhh... Youâre still asleep, remember?â He whispered mischievously.
âNgh... Oh fuck... Ohmmmy God... You fucking ass... Ooooh!â Ryujin moaned as quietly as she could, remembering that not much time had passed since sheâd parted ways with her boyfriend, who was likely still awake in the other room.
âIf you werenât soaking wet for this, maybe Iâd reconsider, but I need to give your body what it wants.â Junhoâs big cock plunged in and out of her sopping wet hole at a calm, but steady pace, while he groped her covered tits. She gasped as he easily tore the flimsy fabric of her top into two pieces, exposing her jiggling breasts, before continuing to roughly caress her. Here she was once more, fully under his control, and powerless to stop the manâs aggressive assault. All she could do was hold on tight, and savor the delight of cumming on his fat dick over and over again. He made her feel so devilishly good, and she was secretly thrilled that he ignored her original protest.
Junho fucked her long and hard that night, albeit slightly more gently than their first session, knowing that her body was still adapting to him. His sexy roommateâs heart-shaped ass served as the perfect cushion to thrust against, and her soft moans into the pillow were music to his ears. Every time she came he would relish in the feel of her hot little body quivering beneath him while her tight pussy squeezed his cock. He finished in the same fashion as before, painting her exposed skin with his copious load before calling it a night. Ryujin was left panting, swimming in pleasure, and drifting off to a deeply satisfying slumber while drenched in his semen.
The following morning, she was the first to wake, and smirked at the realization that her roommate was still spooning her, fast asleep. She could feel his raging hard-on poking her butt, excited by the notion that they were apparently both still horny. She carefully shifted her body out of his embrace, and rotated him to be on his back. Ryujin threw her hair back, and lowered her face to his stiff erection. It smelled of sex, and she touched it with the tip of her tongue to sample the potent flavor of their combined juices. It was intoxicating, in the best way, and she licked it all over. She longed to straddle him and feel that thick cock sink into her needy pussy, but that would be too forward. She couldnât allow herself to be the one to initiate sex with him, as that would erase the miniscule amount of innocence she had left. Instead, she took him into her mouth, and began sucking him lovingly.
Junho stirred, lazily opening his eyes to see his beautiful roommate with her lips around his dick. âHoooohfff... Well good morning, you little slut,â he muttered, placing his hands behind his head. He let himself sink into the comfortable bed as he savored Ryujinâs warm mouth fervently sucking him off.
She popped him out of her mouth, slowly stroking his saliva-coated shaft with one hand. âBe quiet. I just need to take care of this before it gets you into trouble. Who knows what you would try to do to me...â She explained playfully.
âGood point. Unspeakable things, probably,â he flirted back. âMmmm... Yesss. Right there...â He palmed her head and pushed gently in encouragement. She was bobbing her head enthusiastically while stroking the base of his cock with her soft hand. It felt amazing, and Junho relished in the glorious wake-up call that his friendâs girlfriend was giving him willingly.
âJeez, donât you ever run out of stamina?â She asked teasingly, taking a brief moment to catch her breath.
âNever. How else would I claim you for myself?â He chuckled, noting his dried cum on her shoulder.
âYou wish,â she answered.
âWhy donât you cut the bullshit and climb on for a ride, sexy?â
âI canât do that. You know I only have sex with my boyfriend.â
âOhhh riiight.â
The pair exchanged knowing glances before she took him back into her mouth. Ryujin slurped and stroked his big dick diligently until he unloaded his balls down her throat while flexing his muscular thighs from the overwhelming pleasure. She drank all of his spunk down and sucked every last drop from the tip of his head. âFinally. Now we can get on with our day,â she rolled her eyes and smiled slyly, then got out of bed to collect her clothes. Ryujin scoffed at her ripped up shirt, and threw it at her roommate impishly. âNow I have to get to the bathroom topless, you jerk!â
Junho reached for his crumpled up t-shirt on the floor, and tossed it in her direction.
âHmmpf!â She voiced defiantly, slipping the oversized garment onto her bare torso. She quietly opened the bedroom door, and peeked into the apartmentâs living space to confirm that it was empty. Ryujin tiptoed across the room to the bathroom, and grabbed the cool door handle. Against all odds, she was greeted by Taeâs voice, emerging from his bedroom.
âMorning, babe.â He muttered sleepily, causing Ryujin to freeze in her tracks. âWhat are you wearing?â He asked, rubbing his eyes.
âOh... This? I dunno... Oh yeah. Itâs Junhoâs shirt,â she stammered, knowing it was too obvious of a fact to lie about. âI... spilled water on mine last night, and didnât feel like walking all the way to my closet...â She could feel her cheeks turning crimson with guilt, but forced herself to look her boyfriend in the eyes.
âOkay...â Tae replied, clearly suspicious, and not particularly thrilled that his girlfriend was seemingly naked under his friendâs shirt.
Ryujin awkwardly forced a smile, and entered the bathroom hastily. God dammit, Ryujin... The guilt-ridden woman bathed herself, feeling badly that things had gotten so out of hand. Just minutes ago she was lovingly servicing Junhoâs big cock with her mouth, and she had initiated it. When did I become such a fucking slut? Why canât I control myself around that man? She could feel the aftermath of what he had done to her last night, as if he had rearranged her insides. Even now, amidst all of her shame and remorse, a filthy, nagging part of her brain wanted to fuck him again. There wasnât any space to feel guilty while her mind was occupied fantasizing about her dominant roommate storming in there, shoving her up against the wall, and having his way with her.
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There were two more Junho nights before Taeâs first day at the new job, and on both occasions, Ryujin was dripping wet before she even entered his bedroom. Her resolve to be good quickly fell apart, and she stripped all of her clothes off and placed them in a neat pile. She told herself that she couldnât control what he would do, so she might as well not have her wardrobe ripped to shreds. While it did make sense to preserve her clothing, the more glaring reason was to entice the man to make a move, and provide the easiest access. She slipped under the covers and lay in her sleeping position.
âDonât even think about it.â Facing away from him, she felt like bait, pretending to innocently go to sleep, and knowing that at any minute the big bad predator would be all over her. Her needy pussy leaked generously as she waited with anticipation for him to fill her. She never looked at him during the act, nor directly encouraged him, afraid to cross the line of âquestionable consentâ that they had established. She knew it was a dicey game to play, but worried that her guilt might reach the point of no return if she was fucking her roommate behind her boyfriendâs back as an outwardly willing participant.
After just a handful of rounds with him, Ryujin was becoming addicted to Junhoâs cock. She found herself daydreaming about it constantly: the way it felt when it entered her for the first time each encounter, filling her perfectly; the manly aggression she was subjected to as it pummeled her insides, using her tight welcoming hole to get to the finish line; and the degrading but delicious sensation of being covered in the dominant manâs virile load while she lay there in the most vulnerable position.
When the time finally came and Tae announced that his initial day at work had gone well, Ryujin was relieved, though there was a part of her that didnât want the agreement to end. Her boyfriend was all set to earn his first paycheck in two weeks, at which point there would no longer be any reason to sleep in Junhoâs bed. She thought back to when her roommate had first proposed the arrangement. Mere months ago he shocked her with the wild suggestion, but it felt like ancient history. Her past self wouldnât have been able to fathom what had become of her, but also was completely oblivious to the mind-bending pleasures that were possible.
She and Junho did not openly discuss the impending end date, but they both kept it in mind while carrying on with their routine. Ryujin continued to strip naked and let him have his way with her for each of their final nights together. Though they did the deed more or less in the same fashion each time, it grew no less exciting, and each of their forbidden encounters became the highlight of their day.
On the last night of the agreement, she resisted the urge to break the routine with some symbolic gesture, but Junho had other plans. After losing track of how many times heâd made her cum, she felt the familiar sensation of his cock swelling inside her to signal his orgasm had arrived. She waited in anticipation for him to pull out, but instead he thrust firmly into her again and held still, tightly clutching her hips to trap her against him.
âOh fuck! Wh-What are you- OHHHH!â Ryujin moaned in ecstasy as she felt a warm jet of semen splash against her cervix. Her roommateâs wildly throbbing dick shot rope after rope of thick, sticky seed deep within her unprotected pussy. He groaned hoarsely and thrust in and out of her ever so slightly while draining his big balls into her. The feeling of Junhoâs huge cock spraying its dangerous, heavy load at her deepest depths was quite possibly the hottest thing she had ever experienced. Already blissfully enjoying the way he dominated her, to have him seal the deal and lay claim over her womb took it to the next level. Her fertile young womb, which she had always taken such immense precautions to guard, was now being flooded with what she could only imagine was billions of very capable sperm.
It was as if Ryujinâs biology kicked into overdrive, and she helplessly quivered against her roommate as her brain was saturated in endorphins. Her pussy eagerly milked the ejaculating cock for all its worth, as she came in unison with him. It was exhilarating to think that her body was doing everything it could to soak up as much of his seed as possible, with an utter disregard for any consequences. Junho pumped jet after jet of his thick spunk for what felt like an impossible length of time. There was simply no space left in her stuffed cunt, and she felt the creamy substance overflowing and dribbling down her thighs.
âUnnnghhh... Take all of that cum you fucking slut. Youâre mine now, do you understand?â Junho grunted, staying firmly planted within her as his big cock spurted the last few drops.
âOh my God... Fuuuuck...â Ryujin couldnât think straight, feeling wholly dominated and satisfied in the moment. âYesss... Ngghhh... Iâm your... Slut... Ohhh fuck... So much... Fucking... Cum. Give me it all...â
Junho finally broke the seal, pulling out of her and releasing the extraordinary pressure that had been built up inside of her. His gooey, pearlescent semen flowed out of her gaping pussy like lava. It was a shame for so much of it to go to waste, he thought, but was confident that it was only the first of many loads he would put inside of her. If he had learned anything about his roommate, it was that she was not going to be able to resist him for long, agreement or not. He moved to his spot but watched her delicate form intently. He felt nearly ready at that moment to confess that his feelings for her had blossomed into something more than just sexual desire. It would be better to wait though. He would give her a chance to realize herself that she wouldnât be able to go back to how things were.
Ryujin collapsed onto the soiled sheets and basked in the post-orgasm glow, her upper back rising and falling as she caught her breath. As she drifted back down to reality, she recognized that she should be more concerned with the fact that Junho had finished inside of her, and that the massive pool of cum was still oozing out of her. She convinced herself that it was a problem to worry about tomorrow, and that tonight was for dwelling on pleasure only.
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ŕź*ÂˇË LIKE THE WAY I FUCK ('CAUSE I GET ROUGH) â an undercover mission with your superiors leads to compromised positions (in more ways than one)
featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + kĂśnig
warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, canon-divergence, age difference, slight power imbalance, jealous/possessive behaviour, discussions of violence, tags to be added
// NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT //
Turns out, undercover missions involve a lot more make-up, perfume and dresses than you'd anticipated.
Being a seasoned task force operator, it's been months, if not years since you've been to a party outside of your barracks. Let alone one of this calibre; CEOs, billionaires on Forbes Top 50, politicians.
It's off-putting.Â
All of it; it's stressful, and it feels as though your skin's crawling, having so much skin on display, so many eyes on you at once. You feel as though youâre an animal at a zoo, being inspected by families with their snotty-nosed kids.
"Sit-rep, Diamond?"
Swallowing around a dry mouth, you reply to your lieutenant's request through your earpiece, tone low and careful. "All as planned, Lt."
Ghost hums a low sound in reply, and your shoulders loosen slightly from their tense position.
You knew that your superior was already inside, having arrived ten minutes earlier. A small, selfish part of you wished that you'd have arrived with him, if only to see how he cleaned up.
Ghost? In a suit? It's like one of your deepest, most dirty of desires come to life.
Such thoughts that you'd never let leave your lips -- thoughts too likely to wreck your entire career and any opportunity to keep your relationship with the man.
"KĂśnig?" Is Ghost's next question, although it's just the other man's name alone.
Right.
KĂśnig.
The other superior featured in your dreams. Thoughts. Wank-material?
Whatever they are, they're becoming all too common, all too realistic, and all too risky.
"Successful entry," KĂśnig replies, heavily accented voice low and quiet -- he's amongst people.
Your limo comes to a stop outside of the decorated museum, and a suited man opens your door with gloved hands. His upper lip is covered in a well-groomed pencil moustache, and you have to stifle a chuckle. Soap wouldâve appreciated it.
With a small smile, you incline your head towards him, lifting up the fabric of your skirt so it doesn't brush against the gravel. Itâs so⌠impractical, and you really canât help but respect those that dress up like this on a regular basis. Looking down at your outfit, you let out a low breath.
When Gaz and Soap had burst into your room with shit-eating grins and a garment bag, you had just known that your dress was going to be... extravagant at best, and downright sinful at worst.
You were correct, of course.
So, here you are, walking down the red carpet into the building, cameras flashing and paparazzi screaming, in this... dress.
Silky black, strapless, and with crossing lines of fabric across your bare back. Chiffon skirts fall behind you, with a slit rising all the way up to where your thigh meets your hip bone. A gun hides beneath, strapped around your inner thigh, paired with your right, adorning a delicate yet hefty knife.
You look... not at all like a Sergeant on Task Force 141.
You look like a celebrity, one just out of her fans' reach. It's a surreal experience, and the mere thought of your two superiors (crushes) seeing you like this... It's frightening. Maddening. And, maybe, a tad bit exhilarating.
Gaz had insisted on doing your make-up -- having so many sisters made him a fully-fledged artist, apparently. And an artist he was, talented with the brushes of eyeshadow and flicks of eyeliner against your skin.
Soap, for his part, had begged for you to let him do your hair -- but considering his only experience was his mohawk, you were less than lenient. With a huff, heâd let you go to Laswellâs wife with the request, as long as he picked out your jewellery.
And now, hours later, your heels click against the stone tile as you enter the museum.
Soft lighting cascades all of the guests in gentle hues of yellow, laughter and polite mingling surrounding you as you enter the main ballroom, skirts brushing against your legs.
Chandeliers above glisten, a live-band plays beautiful jazz, and servers walk around with trays of champagne and finger foods.
It's nothing like you've ever experienced.
This mission, somehow, terrifies you more than the weight of a sniper in your hand and an order to neutralise.
"Target, six o'clock," Ghost's voice carries through your comms as you take position near the corner of the room. Thereâs fewer people here, and it allows you a moment to breathe and recalibrate.
Your eyes dart to the direction your lieutenant has supplied, and you catch sight of your target immediately. "Got eyes," you murmur softly, smile on your face as you pretend to fix your hair.
"Affirmative," KĂśnig answers then.
"I haven't seen you before."
Whipping around to the source of the words, you find yourself face to face with a man who you've seen the face of too many times to count.
"Apologies for startling you," he inclines his head respectfully. He's got a few inches on you -- although you find it hard to consider him tall when you're with your superiors more often than not. His skin is closely-shaved, his blonde hair gelled to the nines -- and a smarmy, trust-fund baby smirk to top it all off.
Extending his hand, he announces, "I'm Phillip. Phillip Graves."
...Graves.
The last name of your target -- the son of your target.
"I'm Louise," you say with a sweet smile, taking his hand and shaking it. Your undercover name was going to have to come into play sooner than you'd hoped. "It's a lovely atmosphere, isn't it?"
"Positive, Diamond?" Ghost's deep voice instantly responds to your subtle codeword.
"Not as lovely as you, I'm sure," Phillip flirts, and you pretend to bat your lashes and hide your face from him.
"Ah... thank you, Sir. You're quite dashing yourself," you meekly reply, giving him a soft smile.Â
Men like this were so easily played, you found. Not at all like the military men you were surrounded with on such a constant basis. Not at all likeâŚ
You can hear both KĂśnig and Ghost swear underneath their breaths. Releasing the hold on your bracelet -- the one with the built-in comms button -- you shyly bite at your lower lip.
Phillipâs eyes track the movement, and if not for the stakes of this mission, it'd be almost comical.
"May I have this dance?" He asks, offering his arm for you to take. Heâs adorning an obviously wealthy suit, dark blue and silky â and it rubs you in all the wrong ways.
You can hear your heart pound in your ears -- this wasn't the way the mission was supposed to go. But, then again, you didn't get into Task Force 141 by expecting every mission to go as planned.
"I would love to, Sir," you smile, wrapping your hand around his arm, allowing him to escort you to the main dance floor.
Subtly folding your hands together around his arm, you're able to push down the button on your bracelet. "You want us to dance in the middle of everyone? I'm not the best of dance partners..."
Phillip chuckles, but through your inner ear piece, you can hear KĂśnig report, "Got eyes, Diamant."
Chills run down your spine. Either from this situation orâŚ
Or something else that you're not entirely supposed to -- or allowed to -- feel. Not for those two men, and certainly not for your superiors.
"I'll lead you, darlinâ," Phillip leans down to whisper into your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. Theyâre thin, and chapped against your own skin.
His hand moves to sit at your lower back, just above your ass, and the other moves down your arm to interlace your fingers with his. It's an intimate position, your front pressing against his as he starts to lead you with the beat.
Of course you knew how to dance; you wouldn't have been picked for this role if you couldn't.Â
However, you deliberately misstep a few times, just to play into Phillipâs ego -- his desire for control and intelligence.Â
"For such a beautiful girl, you sure aren't the smartest," he jests, and it takes everything within you not to just swing your fist and leave him twitching on the dance floor. You could, realistically speaking, but that would cost you all the mission. And you would not let yourself, nor KĂśnig or Ghost, down.
Instead, you nervously flit your gaze from him, moving in closer to his chest. By his squeeze on your lower back, you know it's the right decision. "I... I'm doing my best, Sir."
You want to crawl out of your own skin at the way youâre feeding into his misogyny, how youâre downplaying your own strengths.
He huffs, a demeaning, cruel thing.
"I want to shoot 'im," you hear Ghost mutter, and you'd be a liar to say that those words in that tone don't make you clench your thighs together as you sway against Phillip.
"Make it a competition, ja?" KĂśnig quips. There's... irritation -- anger, maybe -- behind his question. It's so unlike the gentle giant of a man, and that fact alone has your breath coming out in a short pant.
Phillip, of course, thinks it's him making you so flushed.
With a vindictive smirk, he spins you, completely throwing you off balance. Maybe a tad too dramatically, you find yourself falling into his arms, giggling a little bit.
...It's worth it to hear Ghost grumble under his breath through the comms.
This whole situation doesn't feel quite real, and you know that their attitudes are nearly definitely due to the stray in plans. That's fine. That's all it can possibly be. Itâs all that youâll allow it to be.
But your mind has never been kind, and your imagination has always had the habit of wandering.
"Let's go get some drinks, hm?" Phillip asks, his hand falling dangerously close to 'inappropriate hand placement' territory.
You shoot him a seductive smile, nodding as he pulls you to the open bar, his arm wrapped tight around your waist, leaving you glued to his side. Itâs a possessive position, and you find yourself wishing it was either of your superiors holding you in such a way instead.
"Don't drink anything he offers you," Ghost warns. You almost have the mind to chew him out for not trusting you with something so obvious, but... There's something about such subtleÂ
protectiveness that only feeds your elementary style crush on the man.
"I would love to," you reply as Graves leads you to the bar, hand only moving lower with every step the two of you take. Fear trickles down your spine, your hands squeezing tightly together at your front.
"Say the word and we get you outta' there, Princess," Ghost quips, sharp and to the point.
With your hands already together, you manage to reply an agreement in Morse code -- quick, successive taps of the communications button.
"Good girl," KĂśnig replies, just a touch breathy from the quietness of his words.
You manage not to trip on your feet, but it's a close thing.
a small snippet, because i feel really bad for my lack of posts!! life is so insane atm its like a satire.
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okay yâall, we are jumping into this. pornstar!rafe makes a big decision. âď¸ (thank you to my bae @oceandriveab for her request and being so patient! đ )
He had quite literally fucked you to sleep after storming off set all because he couldnât get his dick up because he had you on his mind. He knew the decision he had to make and that was one he never thought he would ever do and that quit filming professionally. Even if he hadnât opened up to you much at all, and he was terrified of confessing his feelings to someone he only had ever fucked, he couldnât continue on with this career because his addiction was now you.
You should have known better than to answer the door because as you woke up the next morning with a sore body, an empty bed and no sign or explanation from Rafe. You should have expected this and him telling you he couldnât work anymore because he couldnât get you off his mind was a bunch of bullshit. He told you from the start he loved pussy too much to ever quit, and you should have stopped falling for him right there. You may been acting on high emotions, but you picked up your phone and began texting him.
Rafeâs phone had been on silent when he had met with his agent and manager. He flat out told them that he was done and they laughed, an amused look on both of their faces. The âpussy slayerâ was retiring at 30? There was no way. Everyone knew how much he loved pussy, I mean.. what else was he gonna do? Even if he hadnât told you much about him, or knew much about you, he knew what he felt for you was enough for him to find a new purpose in life. He knew he said he needed to take baby steps because this was all new to him, but he was tired of the jealousy he constantly felt, the way he couldnât get you off his fucking mind. He had to show you how he felt and then would let everything fall into place after, it could have been a reckless decision but he didnât care.
âI donât expect a relationship with you, but when you come to my house and tell me that Iâm yours just to dip off without any explanation is bullshit Rafe. I canât do these games with you anymore. You wanna focus on work so bad. Fine. So will I.â
You had blocked him after you sent it, whether it was right or wrong. You didnât want to, in fact it hurt you to think about Rafe not being in your life. What hurt worse though was how this man had ruined you to the point he never left your mind, that every time he shot a scene with someone else you were filled with nothing but jealousy, and that you couldnât continue on knowing he would constantly feed you this shit so that he could get a nut in a few times a week. Your insecurities were becoming overshadowed by fear, because you had no idea what Rafe had just done.
You had a feeling you knew who it was by the heavy knocks on your door. You didnât want to answer and you wanted to tell him to go away. Your own body betrayed you as you began walking over to the door to answer it. He better have a damn good reason on why he was here after his little Houdini act he pulled.
âYou wanna block me now?â Rafe asked, stepping through the door without another thought.
You shrugged, arms crossed over your chest as you challenged him. âWhy does it matter Rafe? I should have never got my feelings involved with someone who only cares about fucking on camera and getting money from it.â You told him, avoiding his gaze. Maybe it was your own fault because he didnât know exactly how you felt, but he certainly didnât make it easy for you. When he whispered sweet shit in your ear it made you feel like you could tell him that you were falling for him. It would then reel back to you being afraid of rejection because he would disappear, or talk about how he loved his career too much to ever quit.
âDo you even know what I was doing? I was firing my agent and my manager because I told them I was done fucking doing porn.â He said, causing your eyes to meet his.
You didnât believe him. There was no way the man who was obsessed with sex and couldnât even give you a real reason on why he became a pornstar in the first place had really quit. You laughed, did he really think you were that dumb? âYou are lying. Youâve hit an all time low if you think that you can tell me something like that just to fuck me again.â You said with a scoff.
Rafe did a lot of punk shit to try and hide his feelings from you, but this wasnât something he would joke about. He laughed, shaking his head. âYou think Iâm lying? I fuckin quit because I love you!â He said, blurting it out before he stopped himself. It was like once he said it, he couldnât stop the rest from flowing as he continued on. âYou donât understand how hard this is for me! This career is the only thing I have had that has made me feel worth something because I fucked everything else up in my life. This is what made me feel invincible and that I could be somebody. I donât have anyone else because everyone pushed me away due to my choices. Then I meet you and I donât even fucking know you, but I feel this insane connection that absolutely terrifies me. It scares me the way I feel about you, and that I really should be taking baby steps. I.. I just canât though. I donât want to fuck this up like I did everything else, but⌠I am fucking in love with you and fucking random girls on camera just to get money isnât worth losing you over.â He told you.
This was the first time Rafe had ever truly been honest with you and you could read it all over his face. You swallowed the lump in your throat as he stepped closer, taking you by the hands as he pulled you closer. âLet me show you.â He whispered in the softest voice you had ever heard him use. You didnât know what he meant by that, but there was no way you were turning him away.
No matter how much you loved the brutal sex the two of you shared and weâre sure there was more of that to come, this was an entirely new feeling you both were experiencing. He was being gentle with you for the first time, pouring every ounce of confusing emotions and feelings he had into you. He had you in a deep missionary position, his toned hips grinding into yours as he buried his head in your neck. âYou are so goddamn beautiful.â He whispered in a breathy groan.
His cock somehow felt 10 times bigger when he went slow and it was throwing you off at how good this fucking felt. Tears streamed down your face much like the first time he had ever fucked you, but for an entirely different reason. You overwhelmed by love, clinging onto him life a lifeline as you were afraid to let him go. He had ruined you for any other man and right now you were perfectly fine with that. âRafe⌠you feel so fucking good..â You whimpered, your eyes rolling back at a little as his tip kept brushing over your g-spot.
Rafe groaned into your smooth skin, his lips traveling across your collarbone and across your jaw line until he met your eyes. He knew he must have really been in love with you because he had never made love and didnât know he was capable of such a thing. He knew his nasty side was inevitable but he really was determined to show you that he was serious about this.
âYeah baby, say my fuckin name. Thatâs yours to say. All yours⌠my sweet angel.â His words firm but genuine as his lips ghosted over yours. The way you made him feel was better than any drug or any career, and he knew no matter how scary this was for him, you were his girl without a doubt.
The tears flowed even more as he said that, your eyes falling into his ocean ones as his cock explored every inch of you. Your lower tummy fluttered and head spun as you felt an insane orgasm approaching. âRafe⌠youâre gonna make me cum. Please donât stop.. please.â You nearly begged him, manicured nails digging into the skin of his back.
Rafe had always prided himself for being able to go many rounds before cumming. He was so overwhelmed with love, that he knew he was wasnât going to last long. âIâm not baby, I fuckin got you. Yeah? Cum all over my cock.â He whispered against your lips before pulling you in for a deep kiss.
You couldnât help but sob at his words, trying your best to focus on the kiss as your orgasm started to take over. You screamed his name, not caring who heard, as this moment was way too important. You shuddered against him, wrapping your legs around his waist to trap him in as his thrusts started to get sloppy. He didnât know what you had done to him, but he found himself going back to whisper in your ear as he started slowly coming undone. âIâm gonna fuckin fill you up baby, this is all for you..â He breathed out, voice rugged as his nuts tightened and eyes rolled back at your cunt still squeezing him in.
Rafeâs groans were sweet music to your ears as his seed warmed your insides, this time followed by a gentle raspy voice whispering against your skin. âI love you..â He told you, the butterflies hitting your belly and your face breaking out into a beautiful smile.
âI love you.â You whispered back.
Rafe hadnât said that to someone or heard it back since before he had lost his family. This was the first girl he had ever felt this way about and while the two of you may have been jumping into something that was unclear and had a lot of questions that needed to be answered, he knew this was all worth it.
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Passing the Phone
f1 grid x reader
warnings: cussing, unhinged, satire, complete jokes (are they?...), dark humor igâŚidk, talk of age gaps, sa allegations, no just kidding...very much reading people to the filth
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Video starts with Y/N holding the phone, in selfie mode.
Y/N: I'm passing the phone to someone who had the biggest breakup in F1 history with a blond German boy named Nico.
Lewis: Babe, no!
Y/N: What, too soon? It's been years but okay! Sorry! Okay, let me start again. I'm passing the phone to someone who said "Fuck Mercedes" and is going to Ferrari for 2025!
Lewis: Y/N, no!! You cannot say that! Youâre gonna get me in trouble!!
Y/N: Fine, fine, fine. I'm passing the phone to the GOAT of this generation with the most wins in F1 history, yet he was robbed of the championship in 2021.
Y/N passes the phone to Lewis.
Lewis: stares at Y/N then laughs âI'm passing the phone to someone who is known more for his memes than driving skills.â
Lewis passes the phone to George.
George: laughs âHahaha real funnyâŚI'm passing the phone to someone who took six years to get their first win."
Lando: âDude, what the fuck?! Fuck you, Woody! I'm passing the phone to someone who's younger than me yet acts years older than me.â
Oscar: â....You're not funny... I'm passing the phone to someone who's most likely losing their seat next season.â
Logan: âThe fuck, Oscar! I thought we were friends! Low blow, mate. I'm passing the phone to someone who has yet to get P1, yet all his friends who got into F1 after him have won races already.â
Alex: â....And that, Logan, is why you're losing your seat. Mr. What The Fuck is A Kilometer. Anyway, I'm passing the phone to someone who just got brutally murdered by an interviewer on Sky Sports regarding their F1 career, if you could call it that.â
Daniel: âYou shouldnât be talking Mr. I Have No WinsâŚ.eat shitâŚI'm passing the phone to the shortest person on the grid but cusses more than anyone here.â
Yuki: âThat interviewer was right, why the fuck do you still have a seat in F1?!! Dickhead. I'm passing the phone to a man with good fashion sense and his teammate might steal his seat.â
Zhou: âBroâŚ.really. I'm passing the phone to someone who acts like he's Australian when heâs notâŚoh, and his seat is at risk too.â
Bottas: âYeah, yeah, whatever mate. I'm passing the phone to someone who has enough penalties in just nine races that he can be banned from racing in F1⌠permanently.
Kevin: âYou're so funny, Bottas, hahahaâŚha. I'm passing the phone to a dickhead.â
Nico: âFuck you too asshole. I'm passing the phone to a person who has a shitty ass dad who deserves to be in jail.â
Max: burst out laughing âAh, no lies told there. I'm passing the phone to someone who only has a seat to protect me from having any real competitionâŚâ
You laugh in the background âOh shit.â
Checo: blank stare âMotherfucker! That just shows your true colors... I'm passing the phone to... who am I supposed to pass it to... uhhh... Y/N.
Takes phoneÂ
Y/N: âOh, I know! I'm passing the phone to someone who has sexual assault âallegationsâ against them, but the FIA wants to hide it. I canât go near him for my safety, so Iâll just turn the camera towards him... *pans the camera to Christian Horner*
Everyone is stunned and silent, then thereâs Lewis laughing in the backgroundÂ
Y/N: âOh! I have another one! Hey Kelly, âi hear you like them youngâ, to be more specific at the ripe age of 17... mhmmm, she's a pedoo. What Kendrick say âTRYNA STRIKE A CORD AND ITS PROBABLY A MINNORRRRâ *pans the camera to Kelly Piquet*
silence.
Lewis: runs towards Y/N and grabs the camera âYup, that's enough for today. You're trying to start problems and get people beat upâ
Video ends with Lewis taking the phone away from Y/N, shaking his head while laughing.
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