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Beats Me - 6: Come As You Are

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Of course, there’s a chance to turn away from all of this—a chance to stop her hand as it reaches the base of your shaft, a chance to halt her in the midst of tiptoeing to place a peck on your neck; there’s a clear opportunity for you to end what’s happening right here and now—it’s all a matter of how willing you are to go through with this. While your brain screams at you to stop, your body says otherwise; you lift a hand to cup her cheek.

As you tell her, “Just for tonight,” a wisp of a smile appears on her face, and you wonder, What am I doing.

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A call from Kim Minju at this hour is never good news.

To give context: It’s one in the morning on a Saturday. Office workers and the youth above the legal age for drinking are patronising drinking spots, throwing back a couple of beers and basking in the euphoria that alcohol brings them. Perhaps they're using alcohol to cope with the stress of their lives, or maybe they're trying to numb the pain of recent difficult experiences. In both cases, emotions are running high, alcohol is coursing through their systems, memories are resurfacing, and maybe, just maybe, tears are streaming down their cheeks—nothing too out of the ordinary. If you were to receive a call from anyone else at this hour, you would've thought it a request to be escorted back home, or a soused friend dialling in to say incomprehensible things before truncating the call.

But for more context: Kim Minju has been the bearer of bad news since highschool. If you are to combine this with the information above, you know that something has probably gone down, and you’re the only man she can trust to help them. She never calls you on a whim; every call from her is a desperate cry for help.

As you stare at her caller ID on your phone that vibrates on the table like it’s possessed, you start steeling yourself for what is to come. You’re hesitant to answer, but basic human decency gets the better of you. You can hear the deafening roar of club music in the background when you pick up, and Minju’s yelling into the phone. Even in the quiet of your apartment, you can’t make heads or tails of what she’s trying to convey to you. Even as you holler I can’t hear you at the top of your lungs, she continues to blabber her intelligible words over the pulsing bass of that horrible song that’s playing in the background.

Then it suddenly gets quiet on the other end, and for a moment, you only hear the sound of your heartbeat crunching in your ears. When Minju speaks again, you can hear the wind blowing by in the background, your indication that she’s exited the club. Her voice rings loud and clear in your apartment.

“Eunbi’s driving to your place, she’ll explain everything,” she’s telling you. “She’ll text when she arrives, get ready to be picked up.”

The urgency in her voice drives you to acquiescence, and you throw on a hoodie and some sweatpants. Couple of minutes later, you’re seated in the front seat of your singer’s car. She’s running you down on the events that have occurred tonight, and the multiple mentions of Chaewon makes your heart sink further and further.

It was enough dealing with her in the band. That shrill frequency she could produce with that trumpet was often aptly used to deafen you whenever she could (she sat on your direct right so she could be a bitch with ease). The bowl she used to collect her saliva was often “accidentally” (the way she said that word with such bogus innocence really brought you to your boiling point sometimes) spilt on to the leg of your jeans when you walked by, her trumpet case “coincidentally” (again, bogus innocence with this one) be in the way of your shin as you tried to get to your kit. Her behaviour wasn’t the culprit behind your irritance towards her, rather the fact that her behaviour failed to reflect what she had requested for when the two of you schismed—a clean break.

“She’s thrown up twice now.” Eunbi’s tone is a mish-mash of frustration and commiseration, “She refuses to move, and she's been groped twice. We don’t mean to drag you into this, but you’re the last feasible option.”

There’s an odd feeling of nihility in your chest as the two of you come to a stop at a red light. In the band, you dealt with her on a physical level. But when Kim Chaewon and alcohol merge, you know that you’ll have to deal with her on an emotional level, and that somehow fails to engender any spite or frustration of the ilk. The silence that hangs in the car is unsettling in light of the confusing sensations you’re experiencing (and also due to the fact that usually chatty Eunbi is finding it hard to start a conversation in this atmosphere), yet you find that you’re poised.

“I’m uh… I’m actually your highschool senior,” Eunbi decides to input, “I used to go to the same school as you, Chaewon and Minju…”

You remain reticent. Eunbi takes the cue and returns her eyes to the road.

The bouncer almost didn’t let you in because of your shabby fit, but a quick wink and a, he’s with me, from Eunbi was enough to get him to let you through. You easily spot Minju amidst club-goers once you get in. Those long, luscious jet black locks that flow just past her shoulders and those large round eyes that always seem to be doleful quickly catch your attention as you wade through the sea of people together with Eunbi. She looks the same as she did all those years ago. She stands when you approach; Kim Chaewon’s slumped over the table they’re at.

“Thank god you’re here.” Her expression tells you that she’s been through quite the ordeal tonight. “I… I hope you understand that—”

She stops mid sentence when you hold up a hand. You understand that such a gesture is impertinent of you, but you can’t help it—there’s too much to process, too much to take in, and a club isn’t the best place to assimilate it all (or to find a lover, an ex lover in this case). Minju steps aside, and you take a moment to look at the sorry sight of your ex—face down on the table of the booth seat and an empty shot glass in hand.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask them. The two girls look at each other, then Minju tells you to do whatever it takes to get her out of here.

So there you are—contemplating on whether you should dump a bucket of ice on her or gently wake her up. Basic human decency gets the better of you, and you slide onto the couch next to Chaewon, gently tap the bare shoulder that’s exposed in her outfit. When she raises her head off the sticky, glossy table, you’re momentarily reminded of the countless times you’d woken her up in the same way when she fell asleep in the school library.

Then those eyes—half-lidded and swimming in tears—lock onto yours. The volume of her voice pales in comparison to the blaring House remix of the Barbie theme, yet when she calls your name, it’s the only thing you can hear. She shifts closer—close enough to rest her head on your shoulder, close enough for you to smell the vodka on her breath as she silently sobs against you; Don’t go, don’t leave, she slots in between those heart wrenching cries. Right now: emotions are running high, alcohol is coursing through her system, memories are resurfacing, and tears are definitely streaming down their cheeks.

Eunbi and Minju look on in silence. Eunbi’s lips are pursed, Minju’s eyes are somehow more doleful. Their looks are doing nothing to assuage the turmoil that you’re feeling. You find yourself saying things that you were never prepared to say.

“She can stay at my place for the night… I doubt she’d want to go anywhere else.”

They look apprehensive, but deep down—they know you’re right.

***

“Uh… Are you sure you want to present this?”

Chaewon looks up from her presentation script to give a simple, “Hm?”. You were scratching your head as you read over the vivid description of Kurt Cobain's death that she’d included. It detailed the nature of his death, the brutal imagery of small, tiny shotgun pellets blowing a hole through the skull of Nirvana’s frontman on the night of his suicide described in an unnaturally calm tone, as if people shooting themselves through the head with a shotgun was an everday occurance.

“I mean…” You were doing your best to not sound reprehensive, “I don’t think Miss Kim would appreciate the… Visceral imagery.”

Her look was one of innocence as she asked, why not, and proceeded to further justify her vivid depiction (her argument was that Lee Chaeyeon had presented on Aviccii’s death in equal vividness and your teacher enjoyed it). The theme of the presentations for the week was “the talented die young”, and she’d decided to talk about one of her favourite bands at the time. She was blasting their hit song Smells Like Teen Spirit through the speaker in her room, and you were finding it hard to focus over all that grunge (you didn’t tell her of course, cause that would’ve made her pouty for the rest of the day).

That was one of your fondest memories from dating her. It showed you her tenacity and her stubbornness in insisting that she was correct. It showed you just how determined and strong-willed she could be. You found that you could still recall every detail of that moment as vividly as she described Cobain's death while you watched her walk around your kitchen from the doorway to your room. Her hair is in disarray, the set of clothes that you’d passed her baggy on her slender frame. For the record: She knows how she got here, she knows where she is, she knows you’re awake, and she knows that you’re watching her. In spite of all this, her movements are calm, her hand taking its time to trail across your cabinets as her eyes slowly soak in her surroundings.

“You know, for someone that said that they wanted a clean break—you’re making things messier than they should be,” you can’t help but tell her. Her hand stops on the handle of your cabinet, her index finger affixing itself there for a minute as she lowers her head. With a sigh, you stuff your hands into your pockets and tell her, “Get out once your hangover wears off.”

You retreat back into your room to get some work done. When you emerge around lunchtime, you find that she’s taken liberties in your kitchen, a piping hot bowl of noodles sitting opposite her at your dining table as she silently slurps on a bowl of her own. You stand there for a moment, then you accost the eating space and stop just before her.

“Are you being for real?” You can’t help but let the revulsion seep into your words, “You’re telling me that your hangover has lasted this long?”

She’s unwontedly silent. Her pugnacious, bratty nature seems to have dissipated into thin air, replaced by one of taciturn and timidness as she stares blankly into her noodles. She doesn’t look up when you sigh and slide into the other seat, nor does she say anything when you start digging into the noodles that she’s prepared for you (you aren’t one to pass up on a free meal, even if it’s prepared by your ex).

It’s when you're halfway through your bowl that she finally pipes up, “thank you for taking me in.”

You go still for a moment.

Then you choose not to reply to her.

After washing up, you communicate to her that she has till sundown to leave your abode before you head back to your room. You know that she’s going to stay like that stubborn patch of mould beneath the snare drum in the recording studio when you hear her playing Smells Like Teen Spirit on her phone through the door. Once again, that damn song is reminding you of how tenacious and stubborn she can be. Those two traits of hers were really double edged swords for that woman.

Night comes; she still hasn’t left. When you exit your room, you find that she’s asleep on the floor. It seems that she’s found it congenial to sleep on the carpeted surface, even though the futon that you provided her last night is literally an arms length away from her sleeping body. Seeing her that way, you’re momentarily reminded of the times she’d stay over at your place while you were dating, and she’d choose to nap on the floor while you worked—even though the bed was empty. The reasons as to why she chose to do so are still unknown to this day—one of the many unsolved mysteries in your relationship, second only to why she’s being the way she is despite what the two of you have previously agreed on.

To be absolutely clear: the two of you know why you broke up. It wasn’t a case of a one-sided sudden change of heart; there was a reason behind it that you both understood (even though you did need a lot of time to come to terms with it). Yes, it was painful. Yes, it was unexpected. Yes, you did miss her for quite some time. But there wasn’t much you could do about it. She’d set her mind on the breakup, and her stubbornness and tenacity had her on wits end when you tried to talk to her.

Was there a possibility the two of you could’ve stayed together? Your answer—yes. Her’s—only God knows what goes through that confusing brain.

Once more, basic human decency drives you to do things you don’t want to, and you end up cooking a share of fried rice for her. You lay her bowl next to her on the floor along with a spoon before seating yourself at the dining table to eat. You’re about halfway through a video essay about some game you’ll never play when she stirs from her slumber.

She spots the bowl, then her gaze wanders to you. Silently, she picks it up and rises to her feet. Now it’s her turn to accost the eating space, except she isn’t belligerent, nor can you sense any hostile intentions.

“Can I sit?” She’s oddly genteel as she points at the chair opposite you. You’ll just end up sitting even if I say no, is your reply. She allows a soft, short chuckle before she slides in. You think about turning off the video essay, but then you decide to not let basic human decency get the better of you this once.

So with some random guy’s voice filling the air, you and Chaewon partake in your meals in silence. You try not to look at her, but you can’t help but throw a few glances her way as she eats. She decided to grow out her hair over the past few weeks, dye it auburn, and now it drapes elegantly past her shoulders like silky curtains. You can’t read her expression (though you never could to begin with), and you certainly can’t understand why she’s become so quiet. She’s trying to make you lower your guard, soften you up then launch some manipulation tactic is what you’re considering. You won’t put it past her to use a facade of milquetoast nature to try and break past your boundaries.

“I’ll be out by tomorrow morning,” she suddenly tells you. That was the first time you tore your gaze away from your phone for more than five seconds. How would one normally reply to such a statement? Oh, okay, seems to be one of the better options, yet you choose to go with, “Good, cause I’m not planning to overstay your welcome.”

Chaewon plucks a rice grain off her top lip. “But you’d let Eunbi or Ryujin stay, right?”

There you were, hoping that she’d be as timid and quiet as she’d been for the rest of the day. The nap must have gotten rid of the rest of the hangover, cause you can hear the haughtiness in her voice.

“Are we really going to have this conversation?” you ask her. The firm look she fixes you with tells you, I’m gonna run my mouth on you whether you like it or not.

“And here I was thinking you’re being a decent human for once,” you can’t help but mutter. “You’re fucking confusing you know that?”

She bristles in her seat. “You watch your fucking mouth player.”

You’re not one to take offence from such comments. Normally, you’d understand that in the heat of the moment, people can say hurtful things that they don’t mean. It’s natural, completely natural—the adrenaline, the emotions, the tension… All of it can melt together in the form of nasty words that spew forth from a person’s mouth.

But when it comes from Kim Chaewon’s mouth however… You can’t seem to find that sympathy in you. She knows that you’ve slept with your singer and bassist, she knows that they’ve had you more than once—it’s right for her to feel this type of anger (even though the two of you aren’t even together anymore), yet there’s no part of you—not even a single atom—that wants to take the time to try to understand where she’s coming from and why she feels this way.

“Player?” You don’t mean to sound as pissed as you do. “Player?” you echo again, just for good measure, “What gives you the right to call me that? I’m not the one who couldn’t wait for their partner!”

“It was two years!” Chaewon cries.

“Well you could’ve at least tried.” You’re not even bothering to filter your words now. “You’re a hypocrite for calling me a player when you couldn’t even wait for me.”

“Two fucking years! Do you really expect me to close my heart to love for two whole years just so I can wait for you to get out of the damn military!” The way her tone conveys how right she thinks she is pisses you off, “I’m a human! I need love! Do you really expect me to wait for it for that long?”

She’s on her feet now, hands on your table, breaths heavy.

She screams, “It’s your fault for signing on so early! It’s your fault for ever thinking that I’d wait!”

You shoot up from your seat and cry, “Well then damn me for ever trying to believe in you!”

Her face contorts into a snarl. She skirts the table, accosts you with her arm whizzing through the air; she slaps you across the face. As the sting lingers on your cheek, you find your fingers curling into fists.

“You’re horrible!” She’s hollering at the top of her lungs, “I wish that I never met you!”

For a moment, there’s only the sound of her heavy breathing. Then those eyes—bulging in their sockets and swimming in tears—lock onto yours. She looks just as she did the night the two of you broke up: hair slightly messy, face twisted in a mix of woe and fury, right up in your face as her face starts to flush under the intense assault of emotions and thoughts. She’s close—close enough to grip you by your collar and pull you towards her, crush her lips against yours, kiss you like she did when you were teens.

And she does just that.

A soft cry slips past her lips, travels into your mouth as she kisses you; It feels exactly the same as it did all those years ago—the meraki, the slight tension in her upper lip, the light quiver in your bottom lip—a familiar comfort you had no idea you missed. Her small waist is captured in your grasp, your face in her hands as she pulls you deeper, kisses you harder. It was like she never left, like she never walked away from you because you had decided to enlist in compulsory military service early so that you could get it over and done with, like she never said, seeing you on the weekends isn't enough for me, I’m sorry. This won’t work out the way you think it will. Let’s just end things off here, nice and clean.

And get this: the whole moment is sweet and all, but deep down, there’s still a small flame of anger alit within you. Even though you kissed her back with equal vigour, you were silently cursing her for making things messier than it had to be; while your hands run through her hair, you find yourself berating her in your head for making you vacillate between missing her and hating her. You aren’t one to be flippant, but Chaewon had the tendency to bring out sides of you that you’ve never seen for yourself.

Her tongue dives into your mouth, her hand pressed flat against your chest. She’s tugging at the fabric of your shirt, and you’re not sure if she’s trying to pull you closer or signalling for you to take it off. You realise it’s the latter when she guides you hand beneath the fabric of the shirt you gave her, your fingertips grazing the soft skin beneath it. Your palm rests on the flesh of her waist. Her skin was warm to the touch.

Your mouths part, and you’re quick to ask, What the hell are we doing. She takes a second to catch her breath, then she replies, “I have no clue, but I’m not stopping whatever’s coming next.”

Going with the flow—that was so her.

You grasp onto the hem of her shirt and gently pull upwards. She’s quick to respond, raising her hands above her head for ease of removal. Then her hands are on your waist band, tugging down at your shorts while your hands skim across her bare skin. She pulls your underwear down together with your shorts, lets them fall and pool around your ankles; her hand is quick to grasp onto your throbbing shaft.

“Chae.” You can’t help but whisper your pet name for her. She starts placing kisses on your clothed chest, her other hand resting on your shoulder while the hand on your cock begins to stroke it with consideration. She leans in and whispers, “Can we pretend like we never left each other? Just for tonight?”

A foolhardy request. She doesn’t know what she’s doing by asking this of you, nor does she care to consider the possibility that the fulfilment of this request can and will invoke unwelcome emotions in both of you. Of course, there’s a chance to turn away from all of this—a chance to stop her hand as it reaches the base of your shaft, a chance to halt her in the midst of tiptoeing to place a peck on your neck; there’s a clear opportunity for you to end what’s happening right here and now—it’s all a matter of how willing you are to go through with this. While your brain screams at you to stop, your body says otherwise; you lift a hand to cup her cheek.

As you tell her, “Just for tonight,” a wisp of a smile appears on her face, and you wonder, What am I doing.

Her hand on your dick leaves to join and assist the other in undoing her bra. She lets the intimate garment fall to the floor before her, her bare breasts on full display. She’s certainly grown more voluptuous as compared to her eighteen-year-old self, and with that change you find an increase in desire for this woman before you. Chaewon cups her tits with her hands, lifts them up, then lets go; she’s putting on a sordid show.

“Christ.” Christians certainly wouldn’t approve your usage of the name of their saviour in this abhorrent, impure context. “You’ve… Grown.”

“Puberty works wonders, no?” She’s taken on a playful tone, one that she was always fond of using while the two of you were dating. “Feel them. I know you want to.”

No sane man would ever turn down such an invitation. You can feel her erect peaks poking against your palms as your fingers close around the mounds; your breath hitches when you realise how firm they’ve become. Her hands join yours on her breasts, aiding you and squeezing and kneading while she lets a sigh leave her lips. Then in a whisper, she tells you how much she’s missed this feeling—your hands caressing her just the way she likes, your breath in her ears as you silently play with her like you used to.

Then she asks you, “Do you ever think about me when you fuck those other girls?”

You consider your words carefully. If you’re to be perfectly honest, there were a few times where the sight of Ryujin’s rippling ass cheeks made you think about her; sometimes the way Eunbi moaned reminded you of her.

But if you’re supposed to pretend like you never left her, some teasing would have to come into play.

“Depends.” You’re not even trying to hide how smug you are, “In what way are we talking?”

She gives you a look, one that says, you cheeky little fucker, but she plays along of course, offering a soft, Hm, as she pretends to go pensive.

Let’s see—she speaks as she (much to your chagrin) practically rips your hands off her body, all so that she can start circling you—Do their moans sound as cute as mine? Are their bodies as tight as mine?

She leans in to pop the final question: Do their pussies feel as good as mine?

For the record: No to the first one, a fifty-fifty between yes and no on the second one (they all had amazing bodies). As for the last question, you couldn’t say (not because you didn’t have an answer, but more because ranking them in terms of how good they feel would be doing all of them an injustice).

Dunno, is the answer you offer her, then you follow up with, “Why don’t we find out?”

She smirks and rolls her eyes. “Segueing—impressive.”

“I’m a laconic man,” you tell her, and, Oh shut the hell up, is her reply as she takes you by the hand and drags you to your room.

It’s crazy to think that just mere minutes ago, she was on her feet, yelling at you and telling you how odious she finds you; now, she’s on her back, her head propped up against a pillow, still yelling, but she’s telling how good you’re making her feel—Fuck, and, Oh shit is all that’s really leaving her mouth, but the message is implicit—as your tongue applies painfully slow strokes to her soaking pink folds. The hand that slapped you is now scrunching up in your hair, the palm that made your cheek sting pushing your head against her crotch while her toes curl into your mattress. You’re wondering if she’s intentionally pitching up her voice as she moans, or if she’s purposely dragging out her sighs, but it doesn’t take away from the utter sublimity of the act.

Chaewon’s slick is sweet; it’s tangier than Eunbi’s and tickles your taste buds better than Ryujin’s—you won’t tell her this of course, but it’s not like you’ll have time to communicate all of this while your head being shoved into her pussy. Believe it or not—this is one of the calmer moments of pussy-eating that you’ve experienced, one of the rare occasions where you actually have time to savour the taste of your partner, assimilate the intimacy of it, a far cry from when you were with Eunbi or Ryujin, where the goal was always to make them cum as fast as possible because that’s what they’re craving for. But believe it or not—even though her needy actions make it seem as if she’s desperately chasing her high, Chaewon’s really just trying to make the most of each and every swipe of your tongue, enjoying the way it skirts her clit and laps up her juices that leak out from her pretty, pink folds; all while she’s squeezing her thighs around your ears and begging you, Oh god, put your fingers in me.

You start with your index finger, using the pad of it to trace the outline of her pussy. Then—just to make sure that she knows that it’s going in too—you let your middle finger join the fray. Your digits graze the skin around her flushed lips, taking their time to cover ground while Chaewon’s reduced to a moaning, mewling mess. What you’re really trying to do here is test the limits of her patience, see how much teasing that small, tight body can really take before her will breaks. It’s a sadistic game you’re playing, but you know that she’s enjoying it as much as you are, even though she is practically screaming at you to stick your digits inside her already.

If there’s anything that this world has taught you, it’s that patience is often rewarding. In this case: Chaewon’s patience was rewarded with the fulfilment of her request. The moan that leaves her half-parted lips is one of satisfaction as you dig your digits into her waiting depths, and they soak in her juices for a minute or two before they start to explore. Her nails dig into your scalp when your fingers dig into the soft flesh on the roof of her pussy. Your name flies out from her lips in a tone of surprise, like she’s taken aback by the fact you remember the exact spot inside her that makes her tick. The smugness on your face says it all, really, and you start to stimulate that spot of sensitive flesh.

“Oh… Oh my… Oh…” She’s barely able to form the simplest of words. The pleasure you’re providing is racing through her body, filling her from head to toe with perverse need and taking over her bodily functions. You’re not doing anything fancy down there; your fingers are just wiggling against the same spot—a simple action that makes her body react in all sorts of complicated ways: twisting, trembling, twitching… It’s working wonders really. You’re amazed that she’s still as sensitive as ever.

“Look at you Chae,” you can’t help but deride. “You’re getting so fucking turned by fingers. I don’t remember you being this needy.”

Even if she’s hellbent on retorting, there’s no space for words to leave her mouth—the moans are filling the space in her throat, bottlenecking and filtering out of her mouth in the form of strained cries. From the limited view between her thighs, you make out the image of her biting down on the nail of her index finger. Meanwhile, the nails in your head dig deeper into your scalp, hardly caring for the fact that they may be drawing blood as their owner manages to beg, Keep going.

Your mouth—now rested enough to continue—rejoins the busy scene; the drawn-out guttural gasp that slides out of her mouth tells you all you need to know—Oh my god. You’re driving me crazy—and you can’t help but smile at the sight of her pleasure stricken face. Chaewon’s barely keeping it together at this point, the dignity that tightly wraps her body is slowly loosening—unravelling at the mercy of your mouth and fingers. The haughtiness, the sheer brattiness—crumbling under the sensations that overwhelm every fibre of her body; now that these perverse thoughts have entered your mind, you find that a dark part of you longs to own her, right here, right now. But of course, patience is rewarding.

You’re willing to wait.

To say that you’re taking your time to eat her out would be inaccurate. If you’re to be honest, it’s difficult to describe the pace you’re using. Inside of her, your index and middle finger move frenetically, as if you are using them to press the same key on a piano repeatedly to produce the same note—her moans. Outside her, your tongue’s movements are almost sluggish, the broad base of it dragging up her flushed lips before the tip flicks the swollen nub at the top. You’re fully invested, scrupulously ensuring the uniformity of your movements to drive Chaewon to perdition. The movements are neither simple nor complex, rather a middle ground between the two (but you do feel that it leans more towards the former), but it’s enough to drive her crazy. Even if she’s a complicated mess to deal with, deep down—she still enjoys some form of simplicity.

“Baby.” The way Chaewon’s calling you sends a shiver down your spine, stirring the emotions in your chest and letting some nostalgia bubble up from the depths of it, “I-I’m… I’m…”

Cumming, you complete just as her head violently whips back into the pillow. Then, in arguably the hottest ways possible, Kim Chaewon orgasms. Her thighs clamp around your head, becoming earmuffs as an onslaught of juices assail your mouth. You can hear her mewling past the flesh that surrounds your ears, and the muffled sound is enough to deluge your heart with depraved satisfaction while her body twitches, convulses and strains violently. The last vestiges of dignity that once enveloped her have fallen away, carried off by the sighs and cries escaping from her trembling lips, and as you lift your mouth of her soaking slit and withdraw your juice-slicked fingers, you know that she’s reached a point of no return.

Patience is truly so rewarding.

“Jesus…” she pants. Once again, believers probably wouldn’t approve of the usage of his name in this context, but something has to cleanse the filth from her body, “When did you get so good at this?”

“Always have been,” you grin. You can tell she wants to roll her eyes, but she hardly has the strength to do so. For a tender moment, you gaze into each other’s eyes and appreciate this moment of inexplicable intimacy, re-living the emotions that were once so present between the two of you. It’s just for tonight. After this, we’ll go back to fighting, you’re telling yourself, and it makes you want to stay like this for a little longer.

But when Chaewon flips herself over onto her belly, the warmth in your chest is shut out and replaced by warped desire. With the tender cheeks of her ass on full display, Chaewon wiggles her behind, inviting you to take your liberties with her body. You take a moment to admire how full they’ve become.

“Been working on it?” you ask her as you squeeze a handful of flesh.

“To the best of my ability,” is her reply, followed by, “you like it?”

Your reply is to deliver a soft spank to the right ass-cheek. She barely even yelps upon contact, a small grin on her face as she watches you spread the flesh apart to reveal her entrances. Then she urges you, “Come on now… Pick a hole, fuck it till you fill it with your cum.”

“What if I want both?” You can’t help but be a little cheeky. Chaewon’s bottom lip furls behind her front teeth.

“I’m not stopping you,” she whispers, “just promise me to cum in me.”

Not a trace of dignity in her words.

Alright, is what you tell her before your head slips inside of her pussy. You can pinpoint the exact moment where her body almost becomes the only thing to exist in your mind—it’s when those walls clamp down around your shaft, pulsing ever so slightly and still twitching from her orgasm, and it’s enough to make you clench all your muscles while you hilt yourself in her. The sigh you let out hardly synchronises with Chaewon’s gasp. Yet, you find that your thoughts are perfectly in sync as your hands grip onto her small waist, and she props herself up on her elbows and knees. Her hair falls off her back, cascading down her shoulders as she turns her head, catches your gaze to tell you—Own this pussy.

No more words need be said. Eagerly, you begin to pump yourself in and out of Chaewon’s slick, tight pussy, her body tightening around your cock with every thrust in and out, lathering your length with juices that glisten in the low light of your room. The sound of her sighs and gasps quickly rise in volume, a beautiful backdrop to the sounds of your wet shaft penetrating her slick pussy again and again.

You’ve already lost yourself in her from the moment you stuck your member into her, but you find your grasp on reality somehow slipping further and further with each thrust you make into that amazingly tight body. It’s the nostalgia—that feeling of being able to hold her again, the feeling of being able to fuck her like you did on those nights after you graduated high school, those nights where her parents weren’t home and she wanted you in ever way possible—that’s making you sink deeper and deeper into this new reality that is Kim Chaewon’s body.

Then her moans start once more; you give in to the carnal emotions that you’ve been doing a really bad job at suppressing, and almost at once, Chaewon becomes the only thing that matters. Her flesh suddenly feels softer than before, her moans and sighs and cries sounding closer and closer to a melody than a haphazard arrangement of notes, and when she rasps for you to fuck her harder, you’re quick to oblige.

Screw patience, you’re going to take what’s yours right here and now.

Your hands drift up from her waist, grip her shoulders and pull her till her body is almost upright. Your left hand slides down, wraps around her flat tummy; your right follows suit—you’re practically hugging her. Chaewon’s arms reach behind her, lock themselves around your neck and pull her face closer to yours. She doesn’t turn to kiss you—that’d take too much energy, energy that she would rather put into moaning—so you settle on capturing her earlobe between your lips, sucking on it softly while she starts to moan your name. Then, her confessions start.

I’ve missed this, I’ve missed you… Oh god, I fucking missed the way your cock stretched me out. So good… So fucking good… This pussy was made for your cock.

Those were just some of the many things you managed to make out. The words were hastily assembled, phonics loosely strung together, and then expelled from those beautiful pink lips in a precipitate manner. There were other things like: I love you, I fucking love you and Oh God I love you as well, but your tried not to make to much of it. Even though you’re lost in paradise, lost in her body, your subconscious is still actively fighting to keep her influence out of your head. Things are already messy—both figuratively and literally—as they are, and the last thing you need is to fall in love with memories of Chaewon while you’re fucking her in such a callous, unrelenting manner. Sex and alexithymia towards an ex is never a good combination—yet here you are, rearranging the insides of Kim Chaewon after agreeing to whatever it was you agreed to before you started (it’s not because you chose to forget, but because you truly can’t remember anything past the point where you stepped through the doorway to your bedroom).

You push away the thoughts (for now), letting them exit your body together with the growl that you release into her ear—Chaewon, why are you so fucking wet?—as your shaft continues to plunge itself between her slick, wet folds. The cheeks of her ass ripple deliciously with each strike of your crotch against hers, eliciting a raunchy exclamation from her body each time she hilts you to the base of your cock. You’re not going particularly fast—Chaewon suddenly has the capacity to reply, I’m always wet for you, baby—but you’re so utterly deep inside her that it’s driving the both of you to perverted elation. The position compromises your speed, but you know for a fact that Chaewon is more than happy to make the trade off, savouring the feel of every inch of you filling her insides at a considerate yet fervent pace.

“Baby.” Her pet name for you is really doing dangerous things to your feelings, “Harder. Let me feel all of you, just like last time.”

She turns her head to meet your gaze, and it’s only then that you see the tears streaming down her cheeks. Your best guess: just like how nostalgia has its effect on you, it's impacting her too. Her emotions are being dallied with, just as yours are. She’s feeling things that she can’t describe, and she doesn’t know if it’s the rock-hard meat drilling in and out of her that’s making her feel this way, or if it's the fact that she may very well be falling for you again. You may never fully comprehend the intricate workings of human emotions, but as you lean in and gently draw her lips to yours, you hope to help her make sense of her feelings.

Why does she always make things messier than they have to be, your asking yourself, all while her hand finds your left cheek, gripping it tightly as your lips part and she whispers, “Fucking own me. Make this pussy yours, just like you used to.”

Just like last time, just like you used to—two statements that unwittingly conveyed that she’s dabbling in the past in a foolhardy manner. Damn it Chae… Why are you doing this? You’re thinking, even as you’re riotously making her bouncing breasts you handlebars, pinching her stiff peaks with between the gap of your middle and forefinger as you double down on her. You’re wondering, Why do you have to make this so damn complicated, as she leans back into you, and you mark the skin of her neck with your lips. Why couldn’t you just wait for me? Things wouldn’t have to be this way if you just had some damn patience, you’re pondering, all while she starts to throw herself back onto your cock. It’s hard to tell if she truly understands the emotional state she’s put herself in, you tell yourself. The irony of this statement is not lost on you, and you’re inwardly chortling at yourself as you pull yourself out of your own head.

You return to reality, and you find that Chaewon’s cumming once more. Did she announce its arrival? You don’t know. All you know is that her pussy is tightening rapidly around you, her body is shivering and shuddering against you, and her knees start giving out on her. You steady her against your chest, slowing yourself to a halt as you realise how dangerously close to the edge you are.

When she taps you on the knee, you take it as a sign to gently lay her back down on the bed. With her belly flat against the mattress, Kim Chaewon reaches behind her and spreads her asscheeks with her fingers. She gives you the slightest of nods; you pull out of her freshly fucked pussy, point the head of your cock at the opening of her ass, and begin to press forward.

Chaewon gasps as your head presses against her tight opening, her body refusing to let you in at first—but you press forward with your hips, slowly parting her entrance. Chaewon squirms and quivers as her opening slowly parts, and soon you are finally inside her. Her hands tighten into fists, scrunching up your bed sheets; a grimace of pain overtakes her partially turned head as you penetrate her ass for the first time. She lets a long hiss escape her lips, and you lean down to kiss the back of her head in an attempt to comfort her, bringing your left hand to match hers on the bed, covering her small hand with your own.

Soon you are halfway inside her ass, and you go no further, letting her get used to the new penetration. When you stop moving, Chaewon lets out a long breath that she didn’t know she was holding.

“You okay?” You’re checking on her out of genuine concern. It’s basic human decency, you’re trying to tell yourself, but you have a sinking feeling that she’s unknowingly broken past your defences.

“Fuck,” she spits, “fuck you’re so big inside me.”

“Do you want to—”

“Fuck no,” she snaps, “fuck, please don’t stop. I want this. I want you. I want you in my ass.”

The soft sigh you let out makes the hair atop her head flail a little as she wipes the tears from her cheeks. She isn’t crying anymore, but she certainly seems a little embarrassed that she let her emotions get the better of her.

“Keep going.” She can’t seem to raise her head as she speaks, “Fill me, please…”

Basic human decency drives you to compliance, and so you press forward—all the while, your eyes are affixed to the back of her head, your left hand still grasping hers while she shifts around slightly, adjusting herself to take you in better. The small yelps she occasionally lets slip tells you that she’s in discomfort, but not enough to make you stop entering her asshole. It’s too late to turn back now anyway.

It felt like years, but soon you're fully inside her, buried to the hilt inside Chaewon’s ass.

You slowly draw your shaft outside of Chaewon’s tightly gripping ass for the first time, and once it is halfway out, you slowly push back inside her. She's a quivering and squirming mess, and soon you are slowly pumping in and out of her body, your pace relaxed as you enjoy the tight, hot flesh of Chaewon’s body wrapped around your cock. You’re glad that the sheer sublimity of the sensation is removing your ability to think, allowing you to steep yourself in the moment with a turmoil free mind.

Chaewon’s tightness is overwhelming to say the least. Her pussy was tight, but her ass on another level altogether. Not as wet, of course, but almost overwhelmingly tight and hot, grasping you tightly with each entrance and exit like a glove. This would be the first time you’re entering her like this, and you aren’t sure if you’re doing it right, but soon she’s taking you in and out of her ass smoothly, the pain and discomfort of your initial penetration quickly lessening and giving way to the novel, new sensation of pleasure from having her ass filled.

Chaewon lets a short, sharp gasp escape her lips when you fill her to the hilt—one that takes her by surprise given the slight look of shock that you make out on her features. You reach down with your right hand, gingerly grip her chin and tilt her face up so you can get a better look at her face. Her eyes are glazed over now with pleasure, locking to yours as you start pumping in and out of her asshole. After a while her gasps lessen and then end completely as she becomes used to the hard length pumping in and out of her butt. She reaches up with her right hand to hold yours, and she pulls it down her chin until it’s at her throat. You didn’t know she was into choking, and she had never made you do it before. Then again, you’ve never had her ass before either—there’s a first for everything.

You feel her warm neck pulsing beneath your palm. She squeezes the outside of your hand slightly, causing you to clamp a little bit around her slim neck. The slightly reduced airflow at her throat causes her ass to clench even tighter around you: succulent pleasure to your mind that makes you think you are going insane. The novelty of fucking Chaewon’s ass, your hand around her throat, the carnality, the surprising tenderness of the moment–it’s all so damn overwhelming.

“C-Chae,” you call out to her. Her gaze flickers from the wall to your eyes, and you whisper, “Do you… Do you really want me to—”

“Just fucking do it!” Chaewon gasps, barely attempting to filter the want out of her voice, “Choke me! Cum in me!”

With her permission, you were more than willing to let yourself fall over the edge at this point.

Chaewon’s hand—the one that stops your hand at her throat—tightens, as though willing you to increase your grip on her windpipe. You are still afraid of hurting her—you already feel guilty for causing her pain and discomfort (physically and emotionally). But her hand on top of yours, clasped around her throat, dismissed any worry you may have had about taking things too far. Your orgasm beckons, and the hand around Chaewon’s pale throat tightens involuntarily with each thrust in her hot, tight hole.

Do it… own me—her voice is straining—Make yours again. Choke me while you fuck my ass… Use me! Fill me… Fill my ass with your cum!

With a few final, short, hard thrusts into Chaewon’s ass, you bury yourself as deep inside her as you can before finally letting go. Thick, hot cum spurts from your shaft into Chaewon’s willing depths, her hot, tight ass squeezing and pulsing around your cock as if milking every last drop from you. As you cum, your hand around her throat involuntarily tightens, and the moan that escapes Chaewon’s throat turns into a gasp—the dark part of you takes obscene pleasure in that fact.

Both of your bodies quiver and shake as the intense pleasure of your orgasm overwhelms your senses. It seems to last forever—longer than any other orgasm you’ve had. Nothing else exists for those long seconds, aside from Chaewon’s shaking body beneath you and the hot mess you’ve made inside her.

Your cock pulses a few final times as your orgasm slowly subsides and releases the last spurts of cum into Chaewon’s body and you regretfully come down from your high. After a few more seconds of treasuring the feel of the hot, creamy mess you’ve left inside her, you slowly draw your half-soft cock out of her body. Within seconds, white, pearly semen begins to leak out of her and onto the reddened, sore cheeks of her ass. Your eyes remain glued to Chaewon’s still-quivering form as she tries and mostly fails to collect herself. Slowly, she turns on her side, her whole body heaving like she’s completed a marathon. Her inner thighs glisten, your juices and hers flow down her naked skin. It's now that you remember what you agreed to before you started: Just for tonight…

“Hey…” Her voice has a lilt as she beckons you to her side. “Cuddle with me… Just for tonight.”

There she goes again.

Yeah, right... you sigh inwardly. The way she's looking at you tells you that the feelings brought forth tonight will persist as long as she permits. Maybe, just maybe, you should have turned her down, made her come as she was, and kept her at a distance; but she’s already snuggled up in your arms by the time you finish this train of thought. She kisses you on your jaw, then on your neck, then utters a soft good night baby before nuzzling herself into the crook of your neck.

Physically and emotionally, you've made a mess of her. And, in turn, she's made a mess of you too—physically and emotionally.

But you choose to forget that, just for tonight.

***

She slips out of your apartment at God knows what time, leaving like a thief in the night and leaving a note in her wake: I took one of your shirts. Will return it if I feel like it.

Then below the message: P.S. Forget that last night happened. Go continue being a player.

“I… Can’t believe this bitch.” You’re leaning against the door—the place where she’d stuck on the note—as you finish reading it. You decide to crumple it and toss it away—it’s the easiest thing to forget about her anyway.

To be clear: You had no clue what your opinion on Chaewon was anymore, nor did you know what your status with her was (though the note suggests that she’s going to return to her usual bratty behaviour). Sometimes, you wish that there could be a bright digital sign perpetually hanging above her head, providing interpretations to her erratic behaviour.

Yea… That would be great.

Just as you throw out her bowl of fried rice, there comes a knock on your door. You’re surprised to find Hwang Yeji standing there by herself.

“O-Oh… Yeji,” you mutter.

“That has to be the most asinine statement I’ve ever heard,” she derides. You purse your lips and scratch the back of your head, then you ask, “Do you uh… Need to borrow something?”

Yeji sighs and shakes her head. She’s quick to get to the point, “Are you free this afternoon?”

You nod, then she tells you, “I need you to follow me somewhere today. Meet me in the lobby at 3pm.”

She’s about to leave you with that vague request, but you’re quick to ask what this is about. It’s unwonted of her to suddenly request to meet you, and you’re painfully aware (or at least you thought you were) that she knows that this is unprecedented of her. Laconic and biting as ever, she turns back to you and tells you: I need you to help me talk to someone.

“W-Who?” You’re quick to ask. She turns her back to you as she answers.

“My junior. She wants to be our saxophonist.”

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What is popping gang. I did not get a chance to look through this thoroughly, nor was I able to get anyone to beta read for me :p. Hope you didn't have your bars raised to high for this.

~Nichuuu

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Surviving NNN

Chapter Eight: Finale

You are trapped between Minju's thighs. Her smooth skin presses against your cheeks as you eat her out.

The young woman moans and begs, not caring about anyone else who might come in. The walls of the small bathroom stall do hide who the two of you are, but not what you are doing.

Minju tugs at your hair, trying to ride your face. You kneel in front of her as she leans against the wall.

"Make me cum again, oppa!"

When the two of you checked Karina's flight, it said she would be at the luggage area in a couple of minutes. How long have you already feasted on Minju's pussy?

Whatever. As if anything else matters. You dig your fingers into her soft thighs as you suck on her clit.

When you started to finger her, you put a hand over her mouth, trying to quiet her.

But you eventually gave up. Minju's moans are too pretty, and too loud.

"Oppa! You're gonna make me squirt!"

Her legs shake as she reaches for the wall behind her with her free hand. Losing control of her own body, Minju tries to keep standing.

You let your hands wander from her thick thighs towards her ass. Squeezing Minju's full cheeks, you feel her melt into your hands. She has been trying to keep it in for a whole month. Now, she is releasing all of this build up frustration.

"Oppa!"

For a second time in a matter of minutes, the young angel cums on your face. Her juices leave her body freely. Your whole face gets hit, while the rest stains the bathroom floor. Her sweet nectar makes you want to bring her to another orgasm.

You hear her loud and hurried breathing as she tries to recover. Still not having enough, you lap up her juices with your tongue. Everytime you give her pussy a good swipe, Minju gasps. Her pussy and clit becoming more sensitive with every orgasm you give her.

"Oh my god, oppa. You are so much better than I thought."

She sighs as you kiss her thighs, cleaning her of her own cum.

"Do you... Do you think you can put it in?"

Her plea makes you even harder than you already are. The thought of pounding a pleasure deprived Minju in a bathroom stall almost makes you cum already. You wonder how tight her pussy would be.

"No, Minju."

You speak against her thighs, unable to move your mouth away from that porcelain like skin.

"Oppa..."

You feel her shiver under your touch, your hands still slowly kneading her cheeks.

"But I can see how hard you are."

Minju's hand roams your hair, trying to persuade you.

"I promise, if you fuck me, I will move in with you and Karina. I will always wear that red thong you liked so much."

A light bite of yours shuts her up.

You knew she must've been awake. And since you stood over her for a couple of moments that night, almost at the edge of breaking, she must've figured this out.

"It's not even yours though."

Minju let's out a gasp, you mouth working it's way back towards her snatch.

"Wonyoung said, you begged her for it."

"N-No I haven't."

She tries to defend her pride.

"I just made her an offer."

You have reached her pussy again. You place a kiss on her lips, making Minju squirm.

"An offer to eat your former maknae's pussy."

Minju gasps again as you flick your tongue against her clit.

"How- How do you know that?"

"Not important."

Instead of continuing your work on Minju's pussy, you stand up.

You are now taller than her, her big, lustful eyes looking up at you.

"You were a bad girl. And bad girls don't deserve my cock."

Minju pouts, realizing her last plan to get you to break is slowly falling apart.

"But bad girls always get what they want."

You shake your head, reaching for the doorhandle.

"The only thing bad girls deserve is punishment."

"Please, oppa."

Minju clings onto your arm.

"I would do anything."

She guides your free hand back towards the space between her thighs.

"I could convince Wonyoung to wear that red thong for you, please?"

You chuckle. The idea of Minju trying to convince Wonyoung to have sex with you, just to be able to fuck you herself, sounds ridiculous.

"And what are you gonna wear then, huh?"

You raise an eye brow, teasing her.

"I can wear whatever you want, oppa."

Your hand is now trapped between her thighs once again. Minju rubs herself against it, trying to convince you to give up on your bet.

"A costume, lingerie, an outfit you really like, nothing.... You name it."

"Let's go, get Karina."

You get out of the stall, before you can change your mind. Minju almost had you. Her nickname is angel. For a second, you wondered how she would lool like in a costume. Minju as a white angel, with wings and halo on, getting fucked into the bed beneath her.

You shake your head, hoping that nobody notices you coming out of the ladies' bathroom.

Once you get back to the luggage area, it only takes a minute or two, before the door opens and the passengers from the flight from New York start to leave the gate. Minju has caught up with you by now, pouting in silence next to you.

That was her last chance. Her last chance of having you to herself for the next month. That was their bet. Whoever could make you cum first, is allowed to do with you for a month whatever they want. Minju planned on getting creampied more often than she could count. Her pussy eventually overflowing with your cum.

But as the young angel sees your girlfriend walk towards the two of you, she finally has to admit defeat.

"Oppa!"

As soon as she sees you, Karina runs towards you. You open your arms, waiting for her to reach you.

Your girlfriend crashes into you, before you wrap your arms around her.

"I missed you."

Karina's eyes look up at you. The darkness in them shows that she missed you in more ways than one.

"I missed you, too."

You lean down to kiss her forehead.

"Hi, Minju."

Karina reaches out to take Minju's arm, still in your embrace.

"Glad to see you back, unnie."

She seems a little disappointed.

"Where are the other two?"

"They have a schedule."

Karina turns her attention back to you.

"Oppa. Let's drive home now. I'm too tired to eat at a restaurant."

You nod in understanding.

"Chicken?"

Karina smiles from ear to ear at you suggestion.

"Hell, yeah!"

She gives you a peck on the lips, before finally reaching for her luggage. As she does so, you quickly check the time on your watch. 10:30 pm. One and a half hours to go.

Chaewon and Yena arrive at your apartment, before the food does. You already helped Karina unpack her luggage, while Minju set the table.

"Are you actually still holding up?"

Karina whispers at you, while the two you stand in your room.

"Of course. You promised me a great present."

She smiles again, giving you another peck.

"What is it by the way?"

Karina shrugs her shoulder.

"I guess you're gonna have to find out."

Your eyes widen, when she keeps talking.

"Minju tastes delicious by the way, right?"

"W-What?"

You feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Oh, come on. I tasted her when I kissed you at the airport."

"How do you know it's her?"

Karina rolls her eyes as you swipe your hand across your lips.

"I knew you ate out someone. Minju was just the closest possibility."

"I didn't fuck her though. And I didn't cum."

You are a little nervous. Is this already considered cheating? But Minju said that Karina was fine with it.

"Wow. I didn't expect you to be this mean. You ate her out, but you didn't fuck her?"

Karina shakes her head, pretending to be hugely disappointed.

"Well... I didn't want to lose."

"Good point. But I think it's time to make it up to her. Don't you think?"

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm supposed to sleep with her?"

"Yeah. That's your gift. You can sleep with the four of us tonight."

"With all of you?"

Has Karina gone insane? Why would she say this?

"Yes."

"At the same time?"

"Yes."

"And you don't have a problem with me, fucking other women?"

Karina shakes her head.

"As long as I get the first load, I don't care whom you fuck tonight."

You check the time again. 11:20. Forty minutes to go. How are you supposed to hold back until then? Now knowing what the prize is?

You take a deep breath, before walking out of the room.

"Oh my god, she actually send it to you?"

You hear the three girls laughing in the living room.

You and Karina walk up behind them while they all sit on the couch.

Because Yena, Minju and Chaewon keep giggling, they don't hear the two of you.

"Yeah, she asked me if I could convince him."

The two of you are finally able to look at the screen of Minju's phone.

At first, you don't know what you are seeing. But you quickly recognize the motion of the young woman's fingers. You don't know who it is, but you see her fingering herself. Her pussy looks a little smaller than Karina's and a little more pink as well. Her moans are rather cute than sexy.

"Oh fuck, unnie. Why did you tell me?"

Her voice sounds familiar. You swear you heard her talk today.

The girl in the video switches the view of the phone camera to the front. You can now see that she is sitting in front of a TV. The person on the screen is you. It's a picture of you without a shirt on, while you dance in the rain.

"Unnie, I want to fuck him too."

Her needy sigh is barely audible over the three girls' giggles. But you do recognize her now. Wonyoung. Why is she getting herself off, while looking at a picture of you?

The camera changes again. Now, it's pointed at her face. Wonyoung has never looked this beautiful. Her brown hair is hiding the left side of her face, but you can still see how her mouth is hanging open. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head, her tongue sticking out.

Why did Wonyoung send Minju this kind of video? Because she hoped it would make Minju ask you to fuck her?

You feel yourself getting hard at the idea. You never expected Wonyoung to feel about you this way.

Unable to tear your eyes off Minju's phone, you watch Wonyoung's face as she cums on her fingers. Her eyes and mouth are shut tight as if she is trying to be quiet. Her eyebrows are furrowed.

The video ends when it looks like Wonyoung lets her phone fall out of her hand.

"You little sluts."

The three girls jump as they hear Karina's voice. She reaches for Minju, who is sitting in the middle, and pulls at her hair.

Minju squeals as her head is pulled back.

"You were supposed to make oppa fail. Not tell your friends about it."

"Unnie."

Minju's face is twisted in pain, Karina's hand still deep inside her hair.

Your girlfriend finally let's go of it, before looking at all three of them individually.

"Which one of you couldn't help herself? Who came already?"

Her scolding tone makes the three girls shrink into the cushions.

They are all reluctant to admit their failures.

"Minju, I know you came."

The young angel pouts, disappointed that she got caught.

"But I worked the hardest."

"No you didn't."

Yena shoots back.

"I didn't cum."

"Good girl."

Karina pats her head.

"Chaewon?"

You see her eyes dart between the two of you.

"M-Me neither."

You know she is lying. Chaewon is a bad liar. And it seems like Karina can't be fooled as well.

"You are lying, Kim Chaewon."

Instead of arguing, the young woman nods hesitantly.

"Yena gets her reward first."

The pink haired girl's eyes light up.

"What reward?"

Karina turns to face you after your question.

"She is the first to ride your face."

"What?"

Before you can react, Yena is already standing next to you. Her dolphin shorts and her small crop top are a tight fit. Her nipples still poking through the yellow material.

"Eat me, oppa."

You shrug your shoulders. There is barely half an hour left. You survived eating out Minju. How hard can it be to resist Yena?

She squeals in delight as you pick her up. Placing her on the edge of the dinner table, you motion for her to get rid of her shorts. While Yena does so, Karina keeps talking.

"The two of you get punished. You are only allowed to touch yourselves, after oppa made me and Yena cum."

Chaewon and Minju are visibly against it, but they don't have a choice.

You watch Yena taking her shorts off. As expected, she isn't wearing any underwear.

Her neatly trimmed pussy invites you to have a taste. You kneel in front of her, placing your head between her legs.

Yena moans as she feels your lips on her thighs. She has been holding out for the whole month. Every touch of yours makes her shiver.

You slowly make your way up towards her core. Yena's breath hitches as you finally place a kiss on her lower lips.

Glancing to your right, you see Karina leaning against the back of the couch, arms folded in front of her chest, while she watches you. You see her biting her lips, her legs slightly rubbing against each other. She is probably regretting wearing a jeans by now. A skirt would've given her easier access.

Minju and Chaewon both placed their chins on the backrest, while they watch you, eating out their former band mate.

Yena's cute moans quickly mix with the sounds of you, eating her pussy. You attack her as if you were starving for days. Her cunt becomes a delicious meal as you lick every inch of it.

Yena's hands hold onto the edge of the table, while yours are placed on her thigh, forcing them to stay open.

The young woman crumbles more and more under your touch. She hasn't cum for a whole month as well. She is equally sensitive.

When you take her clit into your mouth, you know it's only a matter of seconds.

"Oppa!"

A heavy sigh escapes her lips, before she quivers on top of your dinner table. Her wet pussy is glistening with her juices as you start to lick her clean.

Yena's body keeps moving on its own, until you lapped up everything.

"Come here."

You look at Karina, her eyes burning with lust. When she is really horny, she can become dominant, telling you to fuck her. But as soon as you actually touch her, she becomes butter in your hand.

After getting up, you walk over to her. You spin your girlfriend around, bending her over the backrest.

You see Minju biting her lip, while Chaewon had placed her hand over her skirt. It's a white one. Her matching crop top shows off her naked tummy.

After unbuttoning Karina's jeans, you pull down the zipper. Her lower half is revealed inch by inch as you peel the tight blue fabric off her.

Instead of eating her out, you pull her black panties to the side, before letting a finger enter her pussy.

Karina moans at your touch. She has waited so long for this. A second finger joins the first just a second later.

Karina is already wet enough for you to start to finger her immediately. She couldn't stop imagining you with Minju, after she tasted the younger girl on your lips.

You lean over her, kissing her neck.

"How often did you cum after you left?"

"I didn't."

Karina gasps as she feels your fingers move inside of her.

"Don't lie to me, baby."

You kiss her again.

"I'm being hon-fuck!"

You reached her G-spot, now rubbing it, making Karina stop mid sentence.

"Just tell me."

You keep fingering her, while your knee parts her legs.

Karina's hair is covering her face, so you are unable to see her expressions. But her moans tell you enough about how good she feels.

"Three. Three times."

The other girls watch as your fingers in Karina's pussy push her against the backrest.

"Minju. Strip."

The young angel jumps off the couch at your words. A big grin on her face.

In a blink, her top is gone. Her shorts hit the ground, revealing that she lost her underwear at the airport. You wonder if some lucky fan will find it in the restroom.

"Make Karina eat your pussy. She said she loves your taste."

"Yes, oppa. Thank you, unnie."

Minju blushes at Karina's comment.

She places one foot on the couch, showing off her pink pussy lips. Reaching down for Karina's hair, Minju pulls her head up.

Your girlfriend's face is forced against Minju's cunt.

By the way Minju's head rolls back, you can tell that Karina immediately starts with her new task. Every moan she releases into Minju's pussy, makes the younger girl moan in response.

Your hands keep working inside Karina's snatch, slightly curled up to reach her G-spot. Yena must have snuck up to you, because she is now wrapping her arms around your lower torso.

"Oppa."

Her cute voice makes you turn your head, her face buried in your back.

"Can I suck you off, oppa? You taste so good."

You shake your head. It's not past midnight yet.

"Please?"

"Chaewon. Shut her up and sit on her face."

The girl on the couch beams with excitement. She had to suffer the last couple of minutes, having to watch you eat Yena out. She wasn't allowed to touch herself and she couldn't look away either.

Her black Le Sserafim panties are soaked with her juices already as she gets off the couch.

Yena holds onto you for a moment, while Chaewon tries to get her off you. But a second later, Yena resigns to her fate.

You don't see what's going on behind you, but eventually, Chaewon starts moaning. Whatever Yena is doing, she is doing the right thing. And she isn't begging anymore.

You suddenly remember what she just said. How does she know, how you taste?

Karina kicks your shinbone by accident as more pleasure takes over her body. She keeps moaning and mumbling into Minju's pussy. Both of the younger girl's hands are holding onto her hair.

With your free hand, you reach around Karina's body, ready to give her the final push. Your hand dives underneath her plain, white shirt, making it's way towards her chest. Her smooth skin feels amazing underneath your fingertips, until you reach her bra.

For easier access in times like these, especially in public, Karina has started to wear bras that can be opened in the front. They are easier to close afterwards as well.

You unhook her bra with one finger, feeling her tits leaving their lace prison. Playing with her mounds underneath her shirt makes Karina wetter than before. As much as you like her tits, she likes it when you give attention to them. She can turn into a submissive slut for your cock, just because you have played with her chest for a couple of moments.

Just like now. Her pussy closes around your fingers. Minju has to pull her further into her core as she tries to get away from her. You pinch one of her nipples, making Karina cum.

Her legs buckle as she moans louder than before. Minju feels the aftermath, her own pussy now contracting around thin air. The thought of your fingers inside her pussy makes her cum as well.

The two girls breath heavily in tandem as they both ride out their highs.

You need two attempts to slowly pull your fingers out of Karina's snug pussy. They are now coated in a thick layer of her cum.

Turning around, you see that Yena is lying on the floor, Chaewon on top of her. She is literally riding her face right now. As if she is riding cock. Her eyes are closed in unspoken bliss. The way Yena moves her tongue indicates that this isn't their first time doing this.

Chaewon's moans are more reserved and more quiet. You shut her up completely, by forcing your fingers into her mouth.

The young girl moans around your fingers as her tongue starts to lick them clean.

Glancing at the clock that is hanging on the wall of the living room, you sigh in relief. Five more minutes. You got this. No matter what they could do to you, there is no way you could fail now.

"Chaewon, get off."

You tap her shoulder, making the girl look up at you.

"Time to make proper use of Yena's mouth."

The pink haired woman gets off the ground, kneeling in front of you. Without a word, she starts to undo your belt, eagerly licking her lips.

"What about me, oppa?"

Chaewon's disappointment is written on her face.

"Come here."

As she does what you tell her, you spin her around, making her stand, with her back towards you, on your right. You reach around her body, quickly finding her panties, which once again hide her pussy. She quickly pulls them to the side, making you dip a finger into her honey pot.

By now, Yena has gotten rid of your pants. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of your boxers, before pulling them down. Your hard cock lands on her face. It almost reaches past her eyes. She lets it rest on her face, slowly sticking her tongue out.

At the same time, you start to finger Chaewon properly. Her quiet moans become a little louder.

Yena starts sucking you off. Her pace is quick from the beginning, desperate to show you what you have been missing. Her lips are tightly wrapped around your cock as she moves along it's length.

You feel Chaewon lean against your side as you bring her closer to orgasm. Karina and Minju moan behind you, you are too busy with Chaewon and Yena to turn around.

Yena's lips feel incredible. Especially after that whole month. It almost seems like Yena's mouth was made for sucking cock. Her eyes are closed as she keeps enjoying your dick in her mouth.

Chaewon is unable to pull her panties to the side by now. You feel them rub against your fingers whenever you move them. Her pussy could rival Karina's in tightness.

"Oppa!"

The young girl mewls as she cums on your fingers. She arches her back as she presses her head into your side.

Meanwhile, Yena has moved from giving head to using her throat. Her gag reflex makes her tighten around you. More and more spit starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth as Yena tries her best to make you cum before midnight. Only two more minutes to go.

Pulling your fingers out of Chaewon, earns you whine from the young woman. You place both of your hands on Yena's head, starting to fuck her throat.

She stops moving now, keeping her head in place. You use her mouth like a cock sleeve, thrusting into her, until her eyes water.

A small puddle starts to form underneath her as she keeps taking your cock. She does her best to keep her lips tightly wrapped around you. But because of your speed, she is unable to keep all of her saliva inside her mouth.

As you feel your orgasm approaching, you know that there is only one place you can cum.

"Karina."

You manage to groan your girlfriend's name.

She appears next to you, her top and bra gone by now. Her nipples are covered in spit as she kneels next to Yena. It seems like Minju already prepared her for this.

You let go of Yena's head, quickly pulling out. Strings of her saliva are still connecting your cock with her lips. While you watch Yena and Karina trade places, you are able to take a breather. A couple of seconds more in that heavenly mouth of hers and you would've cum down her throat.

Karina pushes her tits out as she gives you a seductive stare, biting her lip. Your cock is just about the right height for her to wrap her tits around it.

You watch her spit into her cleavage as her tits swallow your cock. The warmth of your skin makes your head fall back as Karina starts to move up and down.

Her warm tits push you closer towards your first orgasm in a month. You can feel the pressure rising in your abdomen.

Needing to hold onto something, you grab some of Karina's hair. She looks up at you with a knowing smirk. The two of you did this so many times already and yet you both don't grow tired of it.

You feel Karina picking up the pace a little. You groan as you watch the tip of your cock appear from between her tits, before it vanishes in their depths.

You suddenly take notice of the three girls, who are knealing next to Karina. Yena and Chaewon on her right, Minju in her left. They watch in awe as they envy Karina's ability to make you feel this good with just her tits.

"Where are you gonna cum, oppa?"

Yena asks this question as if she wants to know what you want for dinner.

"There is only one proper place, idiot."

Chaewon nudges her side with an elbow.

Minju looks up at you, her big eyes pleading for your attention.

"Are you gonna cum on unnie's tits, oppa?"

Karina moans at the thought and you almost cum right there. You remember all the times you painted your girlfriend's chest white with your semen.

Only able to shake your head, you keep making Minju guess.

"Her face?"

Minju sticks out her tongue as if she is waiting for her own facial.

"Or in her mouth?"

Minju's seductive tone and Karina's warm mounds finally push you over the edge. You are surprised you were able to hold out this long.

As she feels your cock twitch in her cleavage, Karina let's go off her chest. You pull away, before pushing inside her wide open mouth.

Thrusting inside, you care unable to check the time. Has it been two minutes already? Whatever. You see stars as you finally unload inside your girlfriend's mouth.

Rope after rope of build up cum floods her insides. Karina tries to gulp down all of it, but some starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth. Luckily, Yena and Minju are more than happy to help. The two of them make use of their tongues, finally able to taste your cum for the first time.

Karina tries to catch her breath as your cock slowly softens inside her mouth. Her throat is all sticky, making it harder for her to breath.

You watch as Yena turns towards Chaewon, giving her a deep kiss. The two girls share your cum as you can see their cheeks bulge, due to their moving tongues.

You are even to tired to be startled as the doorbell suddenly rings. That must be the food. Minju, being the closest to the door, gets up and walks towards the door. You want to tell her to get dressed first, but you feel Karina's tongue swirl around your cock, making you weak.

Only able to stand in your living room in silence, you watch as Minju opens the door.

She is completely naked, but she put some of her hair over her face. You are not sure if the delivery guy is able to tell who she is, but by judging the sound of his voice, it's clear that he is focused on something else than her face.

After Minju took the boxes of food, she blows the guy a kiss while winking.

"Have a lovely night, babe."

She closes the door behind her, not without looking back, smiling as she sees the man stare at her naked backside.

The thrill of some stranger checking out her naked body makes Minju's pussy wet as hell, which might be an odd comparison. Maybe more like a waterslide. That would be appropriate.

She almost runs towards the dinner table to put down the boxes.

"Oppa, give me your cock."

She whines as Yena and Chaewon still look at her in shock. Karina has finished cleaning your cock by now. She takes it out of her mouth, holding its base with her hand.

"Time to fill this little angel with your cum, honey."

Karina winks at you, before giving your tip one last kiss.

Before Minju can react, you reach behind her and swipe the boxes of food off the table. They all make some noise as they fall to the ground. You don't care. For a month, even longer than that, you dreamed about fucking Minju. To turn her into a begging mess.

You push her against the edge of the table, making her fall onto the wooden surface. Using your hands, you pull her legs apart so much, her feet are almost at the same hight as the rest of her body. How flexible she is.

You don't need any warm up. The sight of a naked Minju is too much for your mind anyways. She is wet enough already after having played with Karina earlier and after making the delivery guy fall in love with her body.

You align your cock with her snatch, moving your hands towards her full thighs. You grab them hard, making Minju wince. With one thrust, you part her lips and push deep inside her pussy.

Minju's eyes roll to the back of her head, feeling how you stretch her open.

Another thrust, this time, you bottom out inside of her. Minju's moans are music to your ears as you start to fuck her hard and slow.

Her walls are tight, her pussy wet. It feels like she is pulling you in with every thrust. The other girls have gathered around to watch, praising Minju.

"Oh, gosh. How does that even fit?"

Chaewon seems genuinely curious, her hand moving between her thighs. She is trying to fit more than two fingers inside her own pussy, trying to match the thickness of your cock.

Minju whines with every thrust, making you want to fuck her even harder.

Yena puts her hand on Minju's naked stomach, closing her eyes.

"I can even feel oppa rearranging your guts. That's so hot."

She moans as she imagines feeling it inside her own body.

Karina is standing behind you, pressing her body against yours. You can feel her nipples rub against your back.

"You fuck her so good. Take your prize, oppa. It's yours. You own it. Have your way with it."

It feels weird to hear Karina refer to Minju ad an object. And yet, it does seem to make sense to your body. As if on its own, your body starts to thrust into Minju harder. The flesh on her thighs turns red around your finger as you hold onto her legs.

"She is just a cum dump for you. Only here to milk your cock, oppa."

You pound Minju into the surface of the table, her back starting to arch off the wood.

"Tell him, Minju. Tell him what you are."

"I'm yours, oppa."

Without a second of hesitation, Minju starts talking between her loud moans.

"Take me as you wish. Use my body to make yourself cum."

"Address him properly, slut."

Yena gives Minju a light slap on her cheek. The younger girl moans.

"Please, daddy. My holes belong to you. All of them!"

Minju closes her eyes. The pleasure in her pussy and the pain in her thighs both start to become equally too much.

Her loud moan is interrupted by Chaewon, suddenly spitting into her mouth. The youngest chokes on her saliva.

"You are nothing but talk. Make him cum already. You are being a bad toy for oppa."

Minju squirms around on the cold surface, the degradation too much for her mind to handle. With a familiar squeal, she let's herself go.

The young angel squirts on your cock, drowning it in her juices. It makes you almost slip out, but you just pull her further towards you.

"Let go of her thighs, oppa. You are gonna break her legs."

You do as Karina says, only now realizing how hard you are holding onto them. As you place your hands on her waist, you see the massive red fingerprints on her otherwise flawless skin. Those are going to turn into bruises.

Minju starts moaning again as she feels your hands press into her stomach.

"I'm a good cum dump, daddy. Give me all of it."

Another slap from Yena.

"Who are you to demand something from him? Beg like the slut that you are."

Unable to think straight in her cock drunken state, Minju just starts spilling utter filth.

"Please ruin me, daddy. My pussy is only for your cum. That's why I exist. For you to pump your cum into my little cunt."

You fuck her so hard and fast by now, she is almost unable to form words. You are glad you just came, now able to make full use of Minju's body.

You never expected her to get off to being degraded by her former members. Her snug pussy feels like a cock sleeve as Minju's arousal starts to know no limit.

"Make me cum on your cock again, daddy. Please. Make me think of your cock when-"

Her back arches off the wood, her words interrupted by another orgasm. You keep fucking her. It takes a while for Minju to finish her sentence.

"-whenever I'm horny. I can't live without it anymore."

Karina now leans over Minju. She is now standing next to Chaewon, on Minju's left. You are surprised when you see her slap Minju's left breast. It makes the youngest squeal in pain.

"Make him cum already. We don't have all night."

Minju sobs, nodding with her eyes closed. You feel her flexing her abs, trying to make her pussy even tighter.

"You are just a worthless cum dump."

With every word, Karina gives Minju's chest a slap, alternating between both of her tits.

"Maybe Wonyoung could do a better job."

"No, unnie. Please!"

Minju's desperate voice pushes you closer towards your slowly building orgasm.

"I'm the best cum dump for daddy. My hole is made for his cock."

You feel her flexing her abs again, underneath your hands. You are still surprised how she is able to stretch out her legs like that, even while getting fucked like a piece of meat. Her feet are hanging off both edges of the table.

"Please, daddy! If you cum now, I will wear a collar for you all the time, showing everyone I'm yours. Write on it whatever you want."

"How about 'cum dumpster'?"

Yena gives Minju's cheek another slap.

Chaewon holds the youngest's head in place.

"Or 'sex toy'."

She spits into her mouth again.

The final blow belongs to Karina.

"It must be 'master's cum bucket'."

You groan as you feel Minju's pussy contract around you, making both of you cum.

"You always have to wear it. At home, in public, at the airport. Everywhere."

You shoot your load into Minju's awaiting pussy. She gasps and moans at the hot feeling in her core. Her abs hurt because of the constant flexing. Her pussy milks more and more of your cum into her belly.

Minju mewls and whines, begging to be able to wear a collar like these.

"Fuck, oppa!"

Yena screams as she cums once again. You hold her body in place as you keep fucking her. You are holding her in your arms, impaling her on your cock again and again. Her back is arched back, making her abs flex wonderfully. Her yellow top is bunched up underneath her shoulders. You lean forward to capture her nipples with your mouth.

You hear whining and moaning from behind you on the couch.

Minju, being the cum filled mess she is, is trying her best to fend off Karina and Chaewon. While the younger girl is sitting on her face, forcing her to eat her out, Karina is trying to pry open her legs. Your girlfriend is doing her best to get her mouth closer towards Minju's cum filled snatch, trying to have more of your load.

The young angel has barely any resistance left in her. In the end, she has to admit defeat. She can't help but moan into Chaewon's pussy as she feels Karina eating your cream pie out of her.

"Fuck me harder, oppa!"

Yena makes you focus back on her. You thrust forward faster, while pulling her towards you again and again. You reach even deeper into her pussy. If you could see behind you, you would be able to watch Yena's toes curl in pleasure.

"Oppa!"

She is unable to wrap her legs around your torso, too weak to do anything but moan. You devour Yena's chest once again, making sure her nipples are covered in spit.

"Fuck, Yena. Gonna cum."

You lie her down on the backrest, her body bending due to her flexibility. You start cuming all over her body. Her tummy, her pussy, her chest, her face. You cover all of it in your cum.

"Oh my god, oppa."

Still having this undying fire burn inside of you, you thrust into Yena again as soon as you stop cuming.

You feel the rays of the sun shine onto your face as you slowly drift off to sleep. You are lying in your bed, Karina next to you, her back turned towards you. This would've been a normal night, except for the three other bodies in your bed.

Yena is lying on Karina's side. She fell asleep right after eating Karina out one last time. Her face is resting against the older girl's thighs.

Minju is lying at the foot of the bed. Lying on her back, you would be able to see what you did to her, if you were to stand next to her. Her pussy is still full of cum after another cream pie. The red marks on her thighs slowly start to turn purple. You don't remember who it was, maybe you, but someone used a marker to write something on Minju's throat.

"Owned"

You wonder how long it's gonna take for the black ink to disappear.

Chaewon feel asleep last. The young troublemaker is your small spoon as your cock is still imbedded in her freshly fucked pussy. She is proving herself as an excellent cock warmer, your hot cum still deep inside her body. Her black Le Sserafim panties are hanging out of her half opened mouth. Evidence of you, trying to silence her screams.

With a smile on your face, you finally fall into your dreams. The girls promised to stay for a couple of days longer. NNN was worth it after all. Maybe next year, Karina is able to convince Wonyoung as well. Having a fivesome is something you never deared to dream of. What are you supposed to call it when Wonyoung actually joins? Your own bangbang?

The thought starts of your dream.

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