The door slams shut behind her with a sharp bang that echoes through the dimly lit apartment like a gunshot. Jiwoo doesn’t even bother turning on the lights. She just kicks her sneakers off with an angry thud, the oversized black hoodie slipping off one shoulder as she stalks forward, chest still heaving.
“Fucking idiots,” she growls under her breath, voice low and edged with pure venom. The sweet, composed leader of Hearts2Hearts that the world sees on stage is nowhere to be found. In her place is the Jiwoo, now exhausted, furious, and radiating a dangerous, barely-contained energy that makes your pulse spike.
She spots you on the couch, exactly where you always wait for her after a long schedule. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, narrowing with intent. A slow, predatory smirk curls her lips, the kind that promises you’re about to be her personal outlet.
“Get up.”
You stand without hesitation. Before you can even open your mouth, she’s on you, shoving you back against the wall hard enough that the impact knocks the breath from your lungs. One hand fists in the front of your shirt, yanking you down to her level. The other palms you roughly through your sweats, feeling you twitch and harden instantly under her touch.
“They think I’m too busy playing with my friend to give a shit about the group?” she hisses, nails digging into your chest through the fabric. Her breath is hot against your neck. “They think I don’t have control? That I’m some careless bitch who can’t handle being leader? What kind of fucking name even is ‘Deep Green’???”
Her knee presses between your thighs, forcing your legs apart as she grinds her palm harder against your growing erection. You’re already throbbing for her, just from the fire in her eyes and the raw frustration rolling off her in waves.
“Strip. Right fucking now.”
Your hands move on autopilot, yanking your shirt over your head and shoving your sweats and boxers down in one frantic motion. They pool at your ankles before you kick them away. Jiwoo steps back just enough to watch, arms crossed under her chest, still fully dressed in that hoodie and tight leggings that hug every curve. She circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its meal, then shoves you backward onto the couch so you land seated, legs spread wide.
She climbs onto your lap without warning, straddling you. The heat of her core hovers teasingly just above your aching cock, close enough that you can feel it but not nearly close enough to touch. Her hands brace on your shoulders, pinning you in place.
“Look at me.”
You do. Her gaze is dark, stormy, and absolutely ravenous.
“Today I’m not sweet old Jiwoo,” she says, voice low and venomous. “I’m not the girl smiling pretty for the cameras while they rip me apart online. Tonight I’m a pissed-off bitch who’s going to use this big fat cock until every last hateful comment is fucked out of my system.”
She leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. “And you’re going to thank Mommy for every fucking second of it.”
Her fingers wrap around your cock, a tight, firm, unrelenting grip.
She strokes you once, then twice, painfully slow, thumb swirling over the leaking tip until you groan. She squeezes harder at the base, cutting off the building pleasure just enough to make you throb desperately.
“No cumming until I say so. Understand, baby?”
You nod, breath already shaky. “Yes.”
Jiwoo’s smirk is cold and beautiful, dripping with satisfaction.
“Good boy.”
She sinks down onto you in one brutal, fluid motion, taking you to the hilt in a single stroke. The wet, scorching heat of her pussy envelops you completely, so tight and dripping that your head falls back against the couch with a choked moan. She doesn’t move at first. She just sits there, fully seated, walls fluttering and clenching around every inch of you while she watches your face twist with need.
“Frustrated?” she whispers, rolling her hips in one tiny, cruel circle that makes your cock twitch violently inside her. “That’s exactly how I felt reading K-netizens’ bullshit. Scrolling through every single person calling me out of control. Calling me selfish.”
She starts riding you. Hard and fast and punishing. One hand locks around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. The other braces on your shoulder for leverage as she fucks herself on your cock like it’s the only thing anchoring her rage. Every downward slam of her hips is angry and possessive, her slick walls gripping you mercilessly, the wet sounds of her riding you filling the room.
You can’t stop the words from spilling out. She feels too good, too tight, too wet, too perfect as she uses you.
“Jiwoo—fuck, Jiwoo—”
Her palm cracks across your cheek in a sharp, stinging slap that snaps your head to the side. The burn blooms hot across your skin, but your cock jerks hard inside her, betraying exactly how much you love it.
She grabs your jaw roughly, yanking your face back to hers. Her eyes are blazing.
“Wrong name, baby,” she snarls, grinding down deep and slow, clenching around you so viciously you see stars. “You don’t get to call me Jiwoo when I’m using you like my personal fucktoy. When I’m this fucking angry and this wet. Try again.”
You swallow hard, face throbbing, voice wrecked. “Mommy—”
“Louder.”
“Mommy,” you gasp, the word coming out broken and desperate.
She smiles. Slow, satisfied, and utterly cruel…then slams back down onto you with renewed fury.
“That’s right. Mommy’s the only thing you’re allowed to call me while I fuck every last bit of stress out of my system on this perfect cock.”
She rides you like she’s punishing every single netizen who ever doubted her, hips snapping down with bruising force. The drag of her soaked pussy is mind-melting, every slick slide pulling you deeper, her walls fluttering and squeezing in perfect rhythm. The pleasure hits you like a freight train.
Your hands fly up uncontrollably, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of her hips as you try to pull her down even harder, chasing that devastating friction, desperate to feel her take you deeper.
But then her palm cracks across your cheek again. Sharper this time, the sting blooming hot and immediate. She doesn’t miss a beat, still bouncing on your cock like she owns it.
“Hands off, you greedy little slut,” she hisses, voice low and dangerous as she grabs both your wrists in one iron grip and pins them above your head against the couch. “You don’t get to touch Mommy unless I say so. This isn’t about you. This is about me using you to forget every single asshole online who thinks they can drag me.”
She keeps your wrists locked tight, using the leverage to ride you even harder, her nails digging into your chest with her free hand as she grinds her clit against you on every downstroke. Your cock throbs helplessly inside her, the denial of touch only making the ache worse.
Her nails rake down your chest, leaving bright red lines that sting deliciously. She leans forward, teeth sinking into the side of your neck, then your shoulder, sucking dark marks into your skin as she moans filthy commands between gasps.
You feel it building fast—dangerously fast. The tight, slick drag of her pussy, the way she clenches every time she bottoms out, the sheer fury in every roll of her hips. Your balls draw up tight, thighs trembling as you teeter right on the edge.
“Mommy—fuck, I’m so close—”
She stops dead.
Lifts herself completely off your cock in one smooth motion.
You feel the orgasm you were a single heartbeat away from crashing into a brick wall.
Your length slaps wetly and heavily against your stomach, throbbing angrily in the cool air, glistening with her juices and your own precum. That white-hot peak you were teetering on is ripped away at the last possible second, leaving your entire body screaming in protest.
A raw, broken whimper tears from your throat as the ache in your balls intensifies into something sharper and punishing, a deep, throbbing pressure that radiates up into your gut like someone’s squeezing them in a vice.
Your hips buck up violently into nothing, chasing the scorching heat that’s no longer there, desperate and pathetic. Your cock twitches and jerks wildly on its own, leaking a thick, humiliating bead of precum that slides down your shaft in a slow, torturous trail. You can feel the blood pumping in every vein, your tip flushed an angry red and swollen to the point of pain, pulsing helplessly in the open air like it’s begging, no pleading, for just one more stroke, one more second of her tight heat.
You were right there, right on the fucking edge, muscles locked and ready to explode, and now there’s nothing but this cruel, empty ache that makes your eyes sting and your abs clench hard enough to hurt. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, hips still twitching upward in tiny, useless thrusts as your body refuses to accept that the release has been stolen from you.
“Oh no, babyy,” she purrs, voice dripping with mock sympathy as she watches your cock twitch and leak all over your abs.
“Mommy didn’t say you could cum. You think you get to finish that easy after the day I’ve had?”
She reaches down and gives your aching shaft one slow, torturous stroke, thumb pressing right under the head until your eyes roll back and a broken whimper escapes you.
“Look at you. So fucking hard it hurts, huh? Poor thing. Balls all heavy and full for me. I can feel your cock pulsing against my thigh… so full and desperate.”
She sinks back down just as suddenly, taking you to the hilt again and resuming that brutal rhythm. This time she rides you even harder, grinding her clit against your pelvis with every thrust, chasing her own pleasure while keeping you right on that razor’s edge. The wet heat swallows you again, tighter than before, and the sudden return of sensation after the denial makes your head spin. You’re shaking, sweat beading on your skin, every muscle coiled painfully tight as she brings you right back to the brink—faster this time. Your cock swells impossibly harder inside her, pulsing dangerously, the pressure in your balls building to an unbearable ache.
“Mommy, please… please let me—”
She stops again. Lifts off completely. Your cock bobs helplessly in the air, flushed dark red, veins standing out like they’re about to burst, the head shiny and leaking steadily now in long, humiliating strings. The ache in your balls returns, a heavy, painful pressure that radiates up your spine. Your hips jerk and twitch on their own, desperately searching for any friction, but there’s nothing once again. Just cold air and her cruel little laugh as she strokes you lazily with two fingers, spreading your precum around the sensitive head in slow, torturous circles.
“Beg nicer,” she whispers, eyes dark with satisfaction as she watches you fall apart. She grinds her soaked pussy against your thigh instead, letting you feel how wet she is while denying you any relief.
“Tell Mommy how bad it hurts. Tell her these poor blue balls are aching for her. Tell her you’re nothing but her stressed-out little toy tonight.”
You’re babbling now, voice hoarse and broken, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“Mommy, please. My balls are so full and heavy, I need to cum so bad. Please… Please use me, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything—”
She laughs softly, then sinks down again.
Third round.
She rides you mercilessly this time, thighs flexing powerfully, pussy fluttering and clenching around you in rhythmic pulses as she chases her pleasure. You’re right there with her—right on the fucking edge—when her rhythm falters for just a second. Her breathing turns ragged, her nails dig deeper into your chest, and suddenly she’s cumming hard.
Her walls clamp down around your cock like a vice, fluttering and spasming in powerful, uncontrollable waves. A sharp, broken cry rips from her throat as her entire body seizes up—back arching, thighs shaking violently around your hips, her soaked pussy gushing hot and slick all over your cock and thighs. She grinds down desperately through it, milking herself on you while her clit throbs against your pelvis, moaning right against your ear,
“That’s it… get Mommy nice and wet so you can breed me properly.”
Only when her trembling subsides does she finally lean down, lips brushing yours in a messy, possessive kiss.
Not to mention your ears absolutely perking up at what she just told you to do. Cum inside? That’s a genuine first.
“Now,” she growls against your mouth, voice hoarse and commanding as she starts riding you again—fast, deep, relentless.
“Fill Mommy up. Pump every last drop of thick hot cum into me. Breed me. Knock me up. I want this fat cock flooding my womb until it takes. Show me how much you love being Mommy’s filthy little breeding toy.”
The permission hits you like lightning.
The orgasm crashes over you with brutal force, ripping through your body in violent, endless waves. Your cock swells and pulses wildly inside her, thick ropes of cum exploding from you in powerful spurts that flood her pussy. One after another, harder and longer than you’ve ever felt before. The built-up pressure making each jet feel like it’s being wrenched from the deepest part of your aching balls.
You groan brokenly, hips stuttering up into her as she keeps riding you through it, walls fluttering and squeezing every last drop from you while she growls, “Yes—fill me, breed me, give Mommy everything. I want it dripping out of me for days.”
The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, your vision whiting out, body shaking uncontrollably as rope after rope keeps pumping into her until you’re completely drained, twitching and oversensitive, every tiny clench of her pussy sending aftershocks through you.
Jiwoo finally collapses on top of you, sweaty and flushed and satisfied, her breath hot against your neck. She presses a surprisingly soft kiss to the bite mark she left earlier, almost tender now that the rage has drained out of her.
“Next time they piss me off… I’m coming straight home to this cock again.”
She nips your earlobe playfully, then whispers one last order, voice low and sweet.
“Until then… you’re not allowed to touch yourself. Not even once. Got it?”
You nod weakly, voice hoarse and completely wrecked.
“Yes, Mommy.”
Jiwoo hums in approval, still straddling your spent body, her pussy lazily clenching around your softening cock, keeping every drop of your cum deep inside her. But instead of climbing off, she shifts her weight and reaches down beside the couch, fishing something out of the shadows near her bag. When she straightens back up, she’s holding a thick, sleek black strap-on harness with a realistic dildo attached—long, girthy, and intimidatingly veined. You’ve never seen it before.
Her eyes gleam with fresh, dangerous hunger as she slowly traces a finger along the length of the toy, lips curling into a wicked little smirk.
“Good boy… but Mommy’s not quite finished with you yet,” she murmurs, voice dropping low and teasing. “I’ve only ever used this one on Yuha before, so…”
She lets the sentence trail off, the unfinished promise hanging heavy in the air between you as she watches your exhausted eyes widen.
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