Triumph

“Damn, Chae just canceled our date.”

“That’s unfortunate. I was gonna bring home a slut to fuck.”

“Ugh, why do you have to be so vulgar.”

“You wouldn’t understand, she sucks a mean dick, and she squirts so goddamn easily.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, man.”

“How about you, Joon? Do you make your girl cum?”

“I am not talking about that with you.”

“So that’s a no then.”

“Y-yes, I do, all the time. Chaeyoung loves to have sex with me. She cums multiple times every time.”

“Mhm.”

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Who tends to corners and dark spaces but the weak? As people hide from the cool evening breeze in the cozy warmth of their homes, you find a more sensuous heat in the open, in the taste of a mouth that tastes back. The sweet-salty mix of her lipstick and her saliva synecdochizes the entire conquest.

Chaeyoung has just knocked, and you greet her with eager lips. Shoved against the wall by the open apartment door, you continue to work your tongue in her mouth and explore your newfound territory. Your hands climb up the side of her body and feel up every inch of exposed skin. First, slide across her toned tummy, reach underneath her shoulderless black shirt, draw slow circles around her already firm nipples, then finally, your hands settle onto her warm back.

It is impressive how far Chaeyoung has fallen. A once prim and proper girlfriend is now your personal unfaithful slut. Everything else about her has been slowly changing too: her choice of clothes has become much more revealing, her work ethic for school has worsened, and most importantly, her attitude towards her boyfriend has shifted drastically. For example, she did not tell Joon about the tattoos on her arm. When he finally noticed them, he only smiled—what else could he do about it? It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with tattoos. Dates were less frequent, and when she did go on one, multiple loads of your cum often warmed her tummy far before the dinner. In fact, your text was the reason she canceled: “I want to fuck you tonight.”

Too easy. Chaeyoung jumps into your arms and breaks the kiss. Her legs wrap around yours as she leans into your chest, heat from her chest down to her legs. “You already miss this pussy?”

“Didn’t I cum in you this morning? And yesterday?” And the day before, and every day since Chaeyoung has succumbed to your cock, multiple times a day, numerous places—you don’t even bother keeping track now. You nuzzle her neck, sweat already on her skin.

With a blush on her cheeks, Chaeyoung jumps off you, kneels, then pulls your boxers down to pry out your soft length. “I mean, you’re the one that invited me.”

Fingers wrap around your base while Chaeyoung’s tongue runs against the underside, her eyes wide and beady. The first ounce of bliss. Knowing her, she’ll weigh you down with pleasure until the sun rises. After each saliva-slurping suction of your dick, your firmness increases until you reach your full erection. Her mouth and tongue in public give you all the warmth you need for this chilly night.

“Fuck, Chae, not afraid of the neighbors finding out how much of a slut you are, are you?” you ask. Chaeyoung simply gives a cheeky shake of her head before she continues planting soft pecks on your cock. The pouty lips leave pink marks with their shape. You slap the concrete behind you. “How about if Joon finds out? He’s right in his room right now.”

Chaeyoung’s hands stroke you. “What’s he gonna do about it? Beat you up and fuck me into submission? I don’t think so.”

Her words remind you of your earlier conversation with Joon. Recalling his false confidence, you chuckle. Joon could never be the perfect partner for her because he’ll never satisfy a nympho like her. Too meek. Too quiet. Too unwilling to bend his own girlfriend over and fuck her into next Tuesday. Therefore, it isn’t an act of malice when Chaeyoung sucks your cock meters away from Joon in the apartment—it’s due diligence, your duty as a man. Someone was always bound to make this bottled-up girl fall prey.

So it might as well be you.

Stroke her hair and lean further against the wall.

“Hey Joon!” you shout.

You care about Joon seeing Chaeyoung’s oral service as much as any neighbors from the hallway watching—fuck all.

However, your voice lowers anyway, captivated by the diligent suction. “Oh fuck, Chae, you’re getting too good at this.”

“Yeah, what’s up!” Joon finally shouts back. Judging by the echo, he must be in his bedroom.

“Remember that slut I mentioned earlier? She’s here, so stay in your goddamn room!” You stumble back into the apartment, and Chaeyoung’s mouth does not relinquish its needy, slobbery grasp, even as both of you slip off shoes, even with underwear around your ankles.

“Are you shitting me—” He notices your exaggerated yet familiar groan reverberating to him. “Damn it, you dickhead, warn me.”

The mild annoyance in his voice might be a much more seething rage if he just stepped out of his room. Rather than any sort of caution, you find only amusement; pleasure quickly supplants it when lips seal tighter around the head of your dick. You lock the front door and walk backward. All the way to your room, Chaeyoung crawls on her hands and knees, desperate to keep your cock warm and wet in her mouth. A trail of drool weaves an obvious path from the entrance to your bedroom.

When you fall back on the bed and strip off your t-shirt, Chaeyoung releases her lips’ hold on your dick with a wet slap back on your abs. “Ahh,” she moans as she gives little licks around the tip. You push her head down and savor the experienced throat for the length of a full sigh before her mouth slides back up. After Chaeyoung polishes an extra amount of spit foam along a vein, she sips the drool and repeats.

Loud rock music emanates from his room, as it always does whenever you bring home a one-night stand. If only he knew how many nights Chaeyoung has sucked you off like this.

“Listen to that. He doesn’t care about you,” you say. “Joon’s probably on fucking 3.14hub grinding out some stupid Pokémeow shit or watching some hot Nakko Youtuber or some shit.”

“Is that why that loser’s on his phone all day?” Chaeyoung asks while she tugs your underwear off your ankles, cleans a bit of saliva and pre-cum on it with her tongue before she throws it to the side.

“Yeah, and you should be glad. Otherwise, he would have probably noticed how much of a slut you are.”

Slut. The word echoes in Chaeyoung’s head and sends her into a frenzy. Yes, I am a slut. Chaeyoung quickly shoves her head down to your groin and takes your thick length all at once. She is well adapted to your cock by now: her gag reflex is nonexistent after many hours of giving you blowjobs.

You have the whole night for her to suck you off. Now, you want to move on to her other holes. Push Chaeyoung off your cock, pick her up onto your lap, and make out with her. Mouths and tongues intersect in moan-worthy, eye-shutting bliss. No need for sight. The flavor of saliva from her half-open lips, the softness of her skin, her quiet whimpers interrupted by wet mouth sounds. Reach under her shorts, and your fingers find their way to her bare slit. Two fingers graze against her pussy lips. “Good girl.”

Chaeyoung gasps and shudders and stares into your eyes only an inch away. “Th-thank you. Of course. I’d never wear panties before you fuck me.”

A smooch on her cheek. You lean over to a cabinet and pull out panties. “Remember these? They still have your scent, but I might have ruined them a bit too.”

“Really?”

“Yep. The times I don’t get to use your pussy, I just jerk myself off onto this.” You stuff the panties in her mouth while you roll and knead her labia underneath her bottoms. “How’s it taste? My cum, your cum, all balled up into that fabric. But even if that shuts you up, I’m going to fuck you straight into the wall. I want to make his desk shake, make his books fall over. Remind him who gets your pussy every day. But since we’re already here… get back on your knees.”

Chaeyoung kneels obediently at the foot of the bed and spits out the cloying panties, expecting to swallow your cock once more; however, you instead shove the fabric back into her mouth and stand up behind her. Bend her over the edge of the mattress. You hastily unbutton her shirt and pull it off her—no bra either. Her tits respond to the cool air in the room, nipples hardening underneath your palms. You squeeze her small mounds and make the tips even firmer. They’re always more sensitive than you assume; anything you do to them—painful bites, hard sucks, even light pinches—make your little slut moan and writhe in your clutch.

You grip her waistband and pull it down. Though you’ve had plenty of time to get accustomed to Chaeyoung’s perky little ass, you’ll never tire of a handful and a smack, her yelps muffled by panties.

“Mrgph. Sphank, nh! Spank me, pphh, fuck… fuck me,” Chaeyoung mumbles while she looks back and manages to pout despite the cloth in her mouth.

It doesn’t matter how often you fuck Chaeyoung; you could use her pussy every hour and still get your dick ready for the next session because she’s so good at begging and coaxing the animal out of you. She can’t even wait nine seconds for you to level your cock properly between her legs—Chaeyoung wiggles her ass, backs herself up into you, presses her folds, and endlessly pleads and whimpers for you to put inside already.

“Please, please”— smack —”please.”

“Don’t get too loud now. Joon might find out.”

Her head tilts, incredulous at your statement, and when you smile, Chaeyoung spills out the panties again and laughs into the bed. In this moment of levity, she almost forgets why you paused, and you quickly remind her as your shaft bores its whole length in at once. Her face whips off the sheets with a breathless “Ahh!“

Chaeyoung bent over the edge of the bed, this angle drags your thickness into her plush walls, so that she feels it in her stomach, in her needy womb, in her very core. Your hands spread her cheeks apart then knead their way up her back. One hand lands around her neck, the other at her hair, both of which you pull to bring her pussy around the last inch of your length. Your waist locks into her ass as your balls jolt in an already-present need to drown her womb. Finally, you bend over, tug on her locks, and whisper into her ear: “Such a fucking tight whore. I fuck you twice a day, and you’re still this snug. I guess I should fuck you more, huh?”

“Mmmh, yes, please fuck me. Fuck me until I’m stretched out.”