Stop Thinking About Your Nail

“Can you like… stay fucking still??” She hissed as she firmly squeezed your wrist, holding it right above her palm.

She was hunched over your hand. Her face was obstructed by locks of her bob, so close to your fingers you could feel the soft warmth of her breath coursing through them. Her gaze was fixed on your nails while she drew perfect, deliberate strokes on them.

She was doing nail art, on your nails. Not that it hurt your masculinity or anything—in fact, you had always liked how she did her nails. It was just that it was the first time she’d asked you to be her “guinea pig” for her designs. Well, “asked” was putting it too nicely. She had practically kidnapped you out of your 67th play through of Baldur’s Gate III. Though, for someone who ran a nail art shop—a side hustle, as she’d always corrected you—it was ridiculous that somehow she had run out of practice tips.

“You know you have your own nails, right?” you said, earning yourself another squeeze, her sharp nails now digging into your wrist. Heh, fortunate you were masochistic enough for the pain. Hell, the wincing from your bitten lower lip could’ve been mistaken for a moan had she not been so focused on drawing the final stroke.

“I hope you stub your toes, actually” she said, rolling her eyes as she applied the final coatings. “I told you I ran out of rounded tips. I’ve done my nails already, and you just happened to have… neatly clipped nails, ‘kay?”

“You could always ask Jiwoo to come over,” you shrugged.

“And let you ogle at my girlfriend again? No thank you, perv.” She scoffed, doing a final check, admiring her brand new design.

She carefully brought both of your hands into the UV machine. “And as much as I wanna nail my girlfriend,” she looked up expectantly before turning on the machine, checking to see if you’d misinterpreted her words. And of course, you were putting on the most annoying grin ever. “Her nails are usually long. Not only that, she’s also currently away.” The UV light cast upon your fingers as she pressed the power button. “And this is a practice anyway. Soo… I don’t wanna mess up her nails, if I were to mess up.”

“So if you mess me up, that is okay?”

She crossed her arms on the desk, grinning so smugly it was so obvious to her “Why else would I drag you here, bozo?”

“To… ogle at your girlfriend’s girlfriend?” you said, so lightly you started to wonder how come she hadn’t kicked you out yet for being so down bad for her for the longest time.

“Ha, ha. Don’t even need to drag you along with me when you’re fucking ogling me all the time.” She rolled her eyes distastefully, yet somehow endearingly. “You’re lucky you somehow happened to be my bestest friend—”

“With benefits?”

“—of high quality nail art, that is.” she said, putting on a mocking smile, flexing her nails centimeters away from your face.

“Unfortunately…” Your gaze shifted from her decorated nails to her obstructed face across her fingers. “They are really, really cool though. You know I love them all.”

“See? You can be somewhat nice.” She threw her hands up as she leaned back on her chair, quite taken aback by your genuine compliment. “Is it really so hard to appreciate your home girl’s work, instead of her body all the time?”

“Can’t help it,” you shrugged innocently, as if it was normal to begin with. You were lucky indeed she was also weird like that. “So… how long does this usually take?” You looked back at your illuminated fingers under the violet light.

“Couple minutes tops.” she says dismissively, opening her phone to check on her girlfriend.

“You’re taking my sweet sweet time from finishing the game, y’know?”

“Sweet time my ass, you’re still in Act 1, save scumming tryna steal Voss’ Sword for HOURS! IT’S YOUR 67th PLAYTHROU-” She cut her own words off to catch a minuscule movement of your hands. She dropped her phone and immediately halted your hands before you could even attempt to pull them out.

Oh, how she knew you very, very dearly.

“Nooo you are NOT doing the 67 HAND THINGY, KEEP YOUR HANDS IN!! HOW OLD ARE YOU??”

“Old enough… according to Miss JiU next door.” you grinned ever so smugly with such confidence, name-dropping the MILF next door the two of you had been thirsting over ever since moving in.

“She is such a MILF isn’t she… yeah….” Her mind instantly got distracted, wandering off to the resident MILF. Then, it dawned on her. She shook off the thoughts to fully process what you’d just said. “W-wait… YOU’RE FLIRTING WITH HER?”

“Jealous much?”

“Nah, with that behavior of yours? Highly unbelievable actually.” She leaned forward mockingly, her arms crossed on the desk.

“AckSHualLy ☝️🤓… I’m only like this when I’m with you, bestie <3” you winked.

“Okay, gross.” She cringed. “Sweet, but gross.”

“I have always been sweet, what is you talm bout.”

“You have been, weirdly, INAPPROPRIATELY sweet—even for your standards, which are in hell. If I were dense, I wouldn’t have noticed the pattern that you want something.” She said, her eyes suspiciously narrowing.

“I suppose I am deserving of a small form of gratitude for being your… object of interest today, my Lady.”

“Disinterest, actu-” she shot her eyes out before you could even air out another AckSHualLy. She sighed. “But fine, whaddya want, my… Unbecoming Lord?”

“Let’s just say I happened to have uhh… other rounded tip you can practice on too. Would that be of your interest as well, madame?”

“You’re saying you want me to prick your dick with the brush, 2 kids 1 sandbox style??” That was a deep cut, literally.

“YOU’RE OOLLLD”

“SO ARE YOU!!! So keep your dick to yourself… eugh.” Her eyes drifted back to her phone as it was vibrating.

Jiwoo sent a video.

She stood up, moving from her chair to her bed just behind it, sitting on the edge.

The play button still unpressed—she didn’t even need to. She could tell it was a spicy one just by looking at the blurred thumbnail, filled with colors akin to Jiwoo’s skin tone.

This has gotta be the worst timing ever, she thought. But truly, she blamed herself. She couldn’t possibly be mad at her girlfriend for sending a spicy video, nor could she blame the timing, for she had been so fucking horny for the past week since Jiwoo left for a work trip.

She glanced at you. Then back to her phone.

You again, then back.

Her eyes resorted to her fingers, though with such pity. Her own fingers hadn’t been doing it for her the past few days, not to mention she currently had sharp nails on.

Then she looked up at you once again, lost in thought, probably thinking of another multi-class combo.

I’m going fucking crazy, she cursed herself. I can’t possibly be even considering this mf…

“... Unless…” her heart skipped a beat. Her body acted faster than her mind. She was desperately horny.

“Am listening…” You locked the fuk in.

“Unless you’re the very last person on earth. Then, I’d consider it.”

“CONSIDER??? Girl you’d be fucking no one but me.”

“No, I meant it when I say you’re the very last person on earth. I’d kill myself before we even—”

Fuck, she cursed. That was somewhat a nice save, but her last sentence? She’d be lying to herself knowing she was actually considering you. But time was crueler still, never sparing her, as the alarm on her phone rang, forcing her to nod at you, beckoning you to come.

“Sooyoung-ah…” You towered her, showing off the finished result to her face. “These are fucking rad.”

“I know.” She held your hands, pulling them slightly to observe the details, while you, instinctively, knelt before her lap, resting your arms on her thighs.

She grabbed her phone to take pictures of your nails, another masterpiece added to her catalog.

As she angled her phone for the final pic, she saw you through the screen.

On your knees.

Between her legs.

Your elbows positioned off her shorts, touching her bare exposed thi-

“You done?” you interrupted her tweaking, tilting your head into view of her screen.

“Y-yeah…” She shook her head, then took the final picture.

She reviewed every picture attentively. Her thumb tapped in to zoom, then swiped onto the next pic every other second. She kept swiping and swiping, even after the final pic, she didn’t keep track of how many she’d taken, and it happened.

Jiwoo’s video slid into view of her screen.

That’s it.

“Ookaayy… I’m keeping these on, by the way. Lowkirkenuinely sick af.”

I can’t hold it anymore.

“Uuuh… Sooyoung?”

I’m so sorry, Chagiya.

“I’ll… Leave it to you then… Hope it sells a fuck ton tho.”

Before you could even stand up properly, she held you down. Her grip firm on your shoulder, pinning you onto the floor.

You were preparing for the worst. You did pull your hand out from the machine once to scratch your balls when she wasn’t looking. Well, at least that’s what you’d thought, perhaps she had seen you after all, and now you were so fucked.

“S-sooyoung-ah… I-” You looked up to her.

“Shut up.”

“A man has his needs… And I needed to sc-”

“Exactly. And I have mine too.” She stared down at you.

“huH……. You have a girl dih??” Your eyebrows shot up through the roof, and you were down for whatever she had down there.

“W-what??? Well, I kinda wish,” she recoiled before taking your query thoughtfully for a second, “but no, what the fuck are you talking about??” She groaned at your stupid question. But despite that, she sighed—not at you, but at her own resignation to temptation.

You would do.

“Anyways…” she finally pressed the play button. “Jiwoo’s been away.”

Heavy breathing.

“W-what is this……”

Faint squelching.

“And my fingers not doing it as of late.”

Soft whimpers.

“So, I’m giving you this one chance...”

A sudden sharp moan.

“... Of…?” You asked.

Then came a soft feminine voice, calling out to… Sooyoung??

“To…” She hesitated, but eventually broke off her own shackles… kinda. “K-… kiss my… kitty…”

“… But, we don’t have a kit-”

“MY PUSSY GOD DAMMIT!” She yelled as she grabbed the hem of her shorts and pushed them down off her legs, together with her panties. Her movement was ragged and desperate, her legs kicking you off your balance, your elbow propping you up on the floor.

And there you had it.

For years you had been so down bad for the hottest woman you’d ever known. No visual cues, hints, or even reciprocal teasing that’d lead to anything. Somehow life was worth living again, as now Ha Sooyoung, your lifelong hot best friend, had her kitty out in the open, mere centimeters away from your senses.

“Oh… THAT kitty….”

“Yes, this kitty…”

Her face was lush red, both embarrassed and horned tf out. She gathered all her courage, and with a groan, she said. “Let’s just say this is your reward for… whatever reason.” She scoffed. “Tch, my girlfriend just sent a video of her fingering the fuck out of her pussy, and I’ve been horny af for the past week, and I wanna touch myself but my fingers not cutting it anymore.” She sighed. “Look, just fucking eat me while I watch my girlfriend finger herself.”

All your down bad comments towards her, your teasing—all of them just gone. Nothing in your life could’ve prepared you for all that. You tried to process the series of words she’d just said, especially the last one. She was asking you to eat her out, WHILE she watched her girlfriend screw herself??? You didn’t even know if you were being a cuck or if Sooyoung was just being sinfully unfaithful—maybe even both. But none of that mattered anymore when you were rock hard, mouth agape, still fixated on her pussy with Jiwoo’s moaning in the background.

You gently wrapped your arms around her thighs from below, you were so close to her pussy you could breathe in her musk doing you like crack. It was dripping, through the tendrils of her well-kept bush. Not that it bothered you—somewhere in the back of your mind, a voice definitely yours said Even better. The hem of her black tank top rode up, your eyes tracked the soft thin happy trail up to her exposed navel, then eventually you met her flushed gaze from above. You could never be happier in life, being put in place by your hot lesbian home girl.

“Y-you sure about this…?”

Her left hand ran through your hair, grasping what she could palm. You could feel her desperation in her nails poking your scalp, while the other held the moaning device for her to watch.

“Just fucking eat me, bozo.”

And so you did, unleash the beast.

You kissed her kitty—though not the way you’d kiss a real kitty, obviously. You ate her like you hadn’t eaten for weeks. You ran your tongue in laps and laps all over her pussy as if cleaning her girl juice off, replacing it with your own saliva. She tasted nothing like the countless 2AM sessions in your head (and hand). She tasted miles better, intoxicating as you breathed her in, the folds and crevices felt like they’d been perfectly sculpted for your tongue to slip into.

But that was putting your hunger too nicely.

It was more like you were in a biology exam with a blindfold on, mapping out her pussy with your tongue and trying to answer what part, what flesh or folds of her pussy it was. But the best part was, you didn’t know shit about biology.

You swirled around her clit, then sucked it with such suction you were basically slurping on it. Congratulations—you earned yourself a guttural moan from her. She started slow, but eventually rode your face, finding the right answer—which you weren’t going to spit out to begin with.

“F-fuck… Chagiya…” She moaned, her eyes totally fixated on Jiwoo’s sticky fingers pumping into her pussy.

Well, that wasn’t your name, but it was now. You were standing in for a lesbian with supple tits and the most God-sent DSL apparently. Was it cuck-ish? Kinda. You’d argue Jiwoo was the cuck, considering you were the one eating Sooyoung. But that was beside the point, and the point being how Sooyoung wasn’t even complaining or bullying you for your tongue game. Knowing her, she would’ve bullied you for the most nothing-burger reason ever, and honestly, she might’ve been for the past few minutes. But you wouldn’t have heard it anyway, all you could still hear were both of them moaning, though faintly, due to her plush thighs suffocating you from both sides. You could feel all the pressure of her grasping hand from above, all around your head, wrapped between her legs.

She’s fucking enjoying this, you patted your ego in the back.

Your tongue game matched that of a lesbian eating a pussy. Your ego blasted off the roof, you’d successfully masked yourself as Jiwoo, with a rock-hard cock down under, that is.

Jiwoo with a cock.

Jiwoo with a cock? Jiwoock??

That didn’t sound bad at all, actually. But you were Jiwoo now—did that count as self-cest? You’d been given a chance to be in heaven—that was, Ha Sooyoung’s pussy—and you were still thinking of another girl with a cock. By Merlin’s beard, you were greedy.

You grew bolder as your left hand slithered up, roaming on her flat tummy, which you’d cummed on multiple times in your dreams. Meanwhile, your right hand was in the rightest place of all, slipping under her tank top to join forces with her own hand groping her tits.

“You’re not allowed to be this— Aah…!” You squeezed her nipple. “F-fucking go~od!” She finally referred to you for the first time in minutes. Not Jiwoo, you. Thank God it wasn’t self-cest after all.

She looked ungodly above you. Darker spots of moisture started wetting her top. She was still holding up her phone, her arm pinned high, perfectly exposing a small, tantalizing opening of her right armpit to your view from below. Your eyes greedily tracked down all beads of sweat trickling down from her flushed forehead and neck, pooling right at the delicate, sensitive hollow at the base of her arm. She is swelteringly sweating. It was so damp you could literally see small reflection from the room lighting gleaming off her slick skin.

The intoxicating musk of her raw sweat mixed with her arousal sending a feral jolt straight to your broin—brain and groin. A thick bead of sweat trailed down the soft crease, soaking the trim of her tank top’s armhole. Your mouth practically watered along with her wetness, down dripping on the floor. You stared at the glistening textured folds of the hollow, a degenerate, desperate, pathetic thought crossed your mind.

Maybe, if you ate her out hard enough, she would actually indulge your sickly, filthy fantasy on her.

So you nuzzled her clit as you buried your face deeper. But not as deep as your tongue, working inside her pussy so hard she crossed her calves behind your neck, locking and pulling you deeper in her pussy. Suddenly, death by suffocation didn’t sound bad at all.

Though as much as Sooyoung loved getting fucked by your… no, Jiwoo’s? Nah, it was your tongue—she needed something more. Something that could reach deeper, something more rigid. And she could only think of your digits, for now.

So her wish was your command.

You trailed your left hand down to her mound, stopping right on her clit. You’d dreamed about this. Numerous times you had sacrificed enough sleepless nights jacking off while writing about rubbing one out for Ha Sooyoung. But somehow your fingers worked her clit with way too much care in contrast to the beast, that was your tongue. They were stiff, careful, and definitely not sensual at all. So you switched up the strategy.

You were now back to sucking her clit while your fingers down there hesitantly rubbed, and rubbed, and rubbed. You knew how to finger a woman—you had seen videos, read fan fics, and pretty sure this wasn’t your first rodeo with a woman. You were being awkward af.

Then, it hit you. You still got your nails on. You really didn’t want to ruin it, you actually liked her design and genuinely appreciate the art. You really wished you had Mage Hand right now, on second thought that’d actually be so hot. But again, that was beside the point, you had a better question.

Is it even safe…?

Sooyoung noticed, of course she did.

“The fuck… Are you doing…?” She said, in the middle of her panting.

You pull off your tongue out of her pussy, your lips smothered by her girl juice. “It’s… Been a while, y’know?” You reasoned weakly.

“No shit. Somehow your foul mouth works better in my pussy than your neat fingers.” Backhanded as it was, you took half the compliment to your ego. “You never touched a woman before??”

“I have-!”

“Eaten a woman? Yeah, I can tell. But your finger game lacking so bad omg you’re ruining the mood!” She yelled, her brows furrowed as she glared at you intensely from above, and of course your ass only got hornier seeing her angry like this.

“I-… I don’t wanna mess up my nails, okay!?”

You could see a faint blush on her cheeks. Despite her blazing arousal, she was genuinely flattered that you actually cared that much about her work.

“I-it won’t mess ‘em up!” she argued, reaching down to grab your wrist.

“Is it even safe???” you hesitated. As much as you wanted to ruin her, you didn’t want to actually make her sick or anything.

“YES!”

“How would you know?”

“… Grok.”

“I’m leaving.”

“I’m fucking kidding!” She let out an exasperated laugh, her nails digging firmly into your wrist. “I’m a nail artist, dumb ass! I WOULD KNOW.”

She let her phone slip from her grasp, tumbling onto the messy sheets to her right, though you could still hear Jiwoo’s soft moaning hands free. She twisted your freshly painted digits, angling it directly against her soaking entrance.

“So, shut up,”

She didn’t even give you a chance to argue. With a firm, determined pull of your arm, she forcefully thrust two of your fingers deep inside herself.

“And stop thinking about your nails.”

So you did.

At this point, you were sure your pre-cum was already wetting your boxers just from the extremely lewd, shattered moan ripped from her throat the second your fingers cave in. But alas, you let go of your restraint completely. Fuck your nail, literally. You curled your fingers and drove them deep into her core. She could feel the smooth, cold surface of your freshly cured nails rushing along the slick of her soaking walls. You fell into a ruthless rhythm, thrusting and curling your knuckles upward against her sweet spot relentlessly like it was a button mashing Quick Time Event, all while your tongue kept its starving, aggressive assault on her swollen clit.

“F-fuck! God, y/n!” Sooyoung shrieked, her back arching off the mattress, she was seeing stars.

At last, she succumbed to you. She lost it the moment she found it fucking hot seeing you under her mercy like a dog. She had completely forgotten about who she was fantasizing on her knees. The last remaining remnant of Jiwoo was the moaning on her phone she’d discarded next to her face. It was a man, only you, her perverted gooner best friend between her thighs giving her the best oral she had ever gotten.

Her hips bucking against your fingers while she threw both her hands up, grasping the sheets above her head. She was basically presenting herself to you. With a loud slurp on her clit, you started trailing wet kisses up her happy trail, tasting the sweat up pass her navel, to the hem of her tank top just below her tits. Her small under boobs peaked just enough to get you riled up even more. With your free hand you took her top off.

You had seen her braless in a thin see through shirt before, you swore if someone were to ask where exactly her nipples are placed, you’d know it by heart. But seeing her fully topless like this was just a whole another level. You squeezed it with your free hand, earning another italic moan from her. Sure, she wasn’t as well endowed as your ex Hyeju. But you couldn’t care less.

Tits are tits, and man’s gotta eat.

Your tongue hit first, swish and flicking around her light brown nipple. With a firm squeeze of your hand, you sucked on it hard you were practically milking the fuck out of her.

“Harder!” She arched her back, catching your mouth.

“Which one?” You asked as you lightly grazed her nipple with your teeth, slightly biting on it.

“HnnGHh~ FUCK!” She howled. “Both, fucker.”

“Say less.” You upped your fingers tempo, more ragged and messy, while your mouth switch between her tits sloppily, covering them with your saliva.

Then it was time.

Your free hand pinned hers above as you dragged your tongue from her left tit, upwards, not to her neck nor collarbone, but the sensitive, glistening armpit. Your tongue glided along the axis, lapping all the sweat pooled at the now fully exposed hollow.

Sooyoung flinched, a sharp gasp ripping from her throat.

“Wait—what the fuck??” she shrieked, her body squirming against your hold. She looked down at you lavishing her armpit, her face burning, humiliated red. “EW, Y/N, STOP! That’s mmngHh~ disgusting! I haven’t showered all fucking day!”

She tried to twist her arm away from your pinning, glaring at you with a mix of genuine disgust and a newfound arousal. “You’re a fucking FREAK oh my G~od!”

But you paid her no mind, her protests fading into the background beneath the deafening, wet slurping of your own depravity. You definitely rolled a NAT 20 today. You had always secretly loved how she smelled every morning you passed by her at the kitchen counter. Since it was a lazy holiday afternoon after all, meaning she had no plans, home all day, there was absolutely no need for her to put on any deodorants or perfume. So the Unwashed status effect multiplied to her natural pheromones, and having her arm pinned securely above her head gave her an automatic Disadvantage on all Strength saving throws. And it left you with a 100% guaranteed hit chance to feast upon the raw, unfiltered, intoxicating musk that was uniquely her.

So you took full advantage of her debuff completely. You nuzzled your nose into the damp skin as you dragged your wet tongue deeper into her sensitive hollow, meticulously mapping out the topography of her underarm like a starved explorer. You could literally feel the delicate texture as your tongue pushing ruthlessly into every tiny, slick crevice and fold, slurping obscenely, savoring the sharp, salty tang of the raw moisture straight out of her pores.

Her disgusted remarks now fractured into breathy, needy whine. Her pinned arm went limp, fingers twitching helplessly on the mattress. She couldn’t help but get aroused by your weird kink.

“F-fuck… You’re so gross.” She whimpered, her voice cracking.

Contrast to her own insult, her free arm suddenly flew, wrapping tightly around the back of your head. Her fingers tangled deeply into your hair, nails pricking your scalp, forcefully shoving you deeper into the damp hollow, smothering you in her raw musk, all while her hips subconsciously bucked harder against your fingers still relentlessly plowing her soaking core.

“Oh my God…” She sobbed out. “Don’t stop.”

She was finally close. You could feel the tension in her thighs, her walls inside tightening, trapping your fingers like that one scene in A New Hope as she desperately chased her climax.

You were both entirely preoccupied, blissfully lost in the filthy, undeniable sin you were committing on this God-forsaken mattress. But you felt something missing from all of this.

You consented to this, she definitely consented to this.

Then it dawned on you. You asked yourself, isn’t there somebody you forgot to ask?

“I don’t!” Time said, ever so cruel.

The screen of her phone lit up brightly, cutting off the spicy video that was somehow still looping after what it felt like 30 minutes, with a deafening, obnoxious ringtone.

“Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!“

You froze.

You heard it right, you couldn’t possibly mistake it. It wasn’t the generic default ringtone of any normal device. It wasn’t as if the writer didn’t know how phones ring—they definitely knew exactly what a default iOS or Android ringtone sounded like.

No, this was definitely a targeted assault on the reader. The writer had specifically chosen to ruin it with the 2013 viral electronic dance hit “What Does the Fox Say” by Ylvis.

“Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!“ the phone blasted at max volume from the messy sheets, obliterating the filthy tension between the two of you.

Incoming Call: Jiwoo

“SHIT!” Sooyoung hissed.

With sheer panic, she violently shoved you off your balance. You tumbled backward off the mattress, hitting the floor with a hard thud, bruising your elbows.

“What the fu—”

“SHUT UP! Shut up, shut up, shut up.” she frantically shush-ed you. She scrambled to sit upright, cleared her hoarse throat, and accepted Jiwoo’s call on loud speaker.

“H-heeyy… Chagiya!” Sooyoung answered, her voice was an octave higher than usual.

“Heyy… Are you… Okaay?” Jiwoo’s sweet, concerned voice echoed through the now quiet room. “I was just… Worried. I sent you the video like half an hour ago and you haven’t replied since. Was it a bad time…? I’m so so—”

“NO!” Sooyoung even startled herself. She cleared her throat again. “I mean, yeah! I saw it! It was… Great!” She stammered. Her pants ragged, chest still heaving as she tried to regulate her breathing. “There is… Absolutely nothing wrong. I was just… Busy!”

There was something so hot the way she referred to both your uncouth shenanigans as busy.

Heh, busy? I’ll show you busy

A mischievous, wicked grin stretched across your face. You got back on your knees, moving right back between her dangling legs off the edge of the bed. Sooyoung’s eyes widened in horror as she realized exactly what you were about to do. She glared down at you, silently mouthing “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Despite her glaring, her legs didn’t show any sign of restraint or fight as you spread it wide open once again. You leaned in and aggressively buried your face right back to where it belonged, Ha Sooyoung’s soaking, edging core.

Sooyoung jolted, her spine snapping straight. Her free hand flew up, slapping it over her mouth to hold her squealing. But of course, that wasn’t enough to contain the pleasure in from her phone.

“Chagiya…?” Jiwoo’s concerned voice now had a slight suspiciously teasing tone to it. “Are you… Out of brea—”

“NO!” Sooyoung forced out an answer through her gritting teeth. Her knuckles gripping the phone turned white as you swirled your tongue mercilessly, slurping her dripping folds. “I just… Dropped something!”

There was a moment of silence on Jiwoo’s end of the line. Then, a soft, incredibly sweet giggle echoed from her line.

“Chagiya… Are you…? Are you touching yourself to my video right now??” Jiwoo teased, her tone completely shifted playfully.

Sooyoung was in absolute chaos. She was terrified of getting caught, but the sheer thrill of her girlfriend unknowingly listening to her get eaten out by her bestie was too much for her to handle. She wanted to deny it, push you away and end whatever the fuck this was. But her body betrayed her completely, and so did her mind, consumed by the unfaithful arousal.

“… Perchance…”

“Oh my God!” You could hear Jiwoo’s laughing echoed through the room. “But it was only like one half a minute video! Were you looping it? You’ve been gooning to me this whole time?”

“Yeah… You, only you!” Oh how fired up you were listening to Sooyoung’s lies.

“You wanna kiss my kitty so bad hmm? Want me to kiss yours too?” Jiwoo teased, which Sooyoung could only give an agreeing moan as an answer. Ah, so this where the kitty kissing came from, you thought.

The absolute, catastrophic irony of the situation messed up your already messed up broin. You were eating the fuck out of Sooyoung’s pussy, while Jiwoo gave gooning instruction to her … And you? At this point, it worked both ways for Sooyoung and you. Of course, you wanted in too like yeah you wanna kiss Jiwoo’s kitty too. Now you and Sooyoung both were gooning to Jiwoo. This is so weird and fucking hot, you both thought respectively.

“So I was interrupting your gooning! Were you close, Chagiya?” God, Jiwoo’s cute giggle was so out of place yet her husky tone right now was so right.

“Mhmm…” Sooyoung whimpered, her fingers messing up your hair as your tongue relentlessly lapped her folds.

“Then tell me.” Jiwoo’s voice grew even huskier. “Tell me what you would have me do, if I was right, there. On the bed. With you. Tell me, Chagiya…”

You could see the massive lump going down Sooyoung’s throat. She turned her eyes to you as you greedily slurped her core. Unfortunately fortunate, she was just as fucked up as you. A wicked, fucked up idea sparked into life within her.

She didn’t even have to use her imagination, when she had you on her kitty.

“I’d want you… to spread my thighs,” she breathed heavily into the phone, live reporting your exact movements, word for word. “I want your face buried in my pussy… Swirling your tongue right on my clit… Sucking on it so ha~ard I can’t eve- Aah! Breathe!”

“Hmmm yeah… What else?” Jiwoo urged for more, her own breath hitching.

You smirked against Sooyoung’s wetness. You were more than happy to put on a live… Show? Podcast? Smut audio book for Jiwoo? Hell, whatever this was, you were nailing your role. But a stagnant, repetitive narration would only bore the audience. You had to be creative, feed more narration into Sooyoung, keep the audience entertained, you had to be the star.

So you flip the script.

You pulled your face off of her dripping slit and with firm grips under her thighs, you lifted her legs upward, exposing an entirely new different map. Sooyoung’s brows furrowed in confusion, she was positioned as if she was trying to give birth to electro pop.

And before she could even ask, you dragged down your soaked tongue from her pussy, then pressed it firmly onto the concave surface of her musky tight, puckered rim that was her asshole.

Sooyoung violently jolted you could feel her entire body shudder. “HNGH— FUUUUCKKK!” she shrieked, the unfiltered, no audio gate, soul-leaving-the-body kind of shriek. Her free hand flew up, grasping the sheets hard. Nothing in her life could’ve prepared her for an ass eating, they didn’t teach her about this in school. Her face burned aflame, mortified as you stared right back beneath her. She really didn’t want to narrate this newfound arousal, but she had to. She had to commit to the bit.

“I… I want...” She took the sheet to cover up her burning face as she shamefully confessed. “I want you to go lower…”

“L-lower…?”

“Yeah…” She whimpered, her hips bucking deliberately as you pushed the tip of your tongue into her tight pucker. “I want you to lick my ass…”

Another brief silence on the other end of the line. You could imagine Jiwoo’s stun locked face by Sooyoung’s confession.

“Wai-… Wha-… Really??” Jiwoo squeaked, Sooyoung’s confession completely rendered her off guard. “You… You want me to rim you…? Well, I… I never done it but… Since when are you into that?!”

“N-now??”

“I… I don’t know what to say!” She let out breathless laugh. “I mean, I would do it if you want to, Chagiya~” Her tone shifted back into that husky whisper.

That was it. That was your entry for Best Directing at the Academy Awards.

Jiwoo’s green light was basically a “Yes I will, in fact, eat ass.” for you, it was now lore accurate. With another swish and flick of your tongue, and her lower back literally levitating off the mattress, giving you unrestricted access to lap and scoop all the tangy, bitter sweat and musk. Professor Flitwick would be proud of you.

You flattened your tongue, made it rigid, and deliberately, you forcefully thrust the tip straight pass her puckered ring. It was incredibly, very, very tight. But Thank God your tongue was already warmed up and practically ripped the fuck up from the earlier biology exam. So you pushed through as hard as you possibly, physically could, essentially tongue fucking her dirty hole in a wet, filthy rhythm.

But then, you decided that the layer of filth was not enough for the climax.

So you added another.

While your tongue was busy violating her asshole, you brought your old friends, brother and sister finger, right back into the frame. You drove them straight back into her core, thrusting upward, pumping them against her sweet spot while perfectly in sync with the brutal movement of your tongue.

“Ch-chagiya—!” Sooyoung sobbed, she couldn’t even stand a chance, the double stimulation on both her holes rendered her overwhelmingly devastated. Her phone slipped and tumbled onto the mattress again as she grabbed fistfuls of your hair. “I’m— FUCK!”

Her spine arched so high and her trembling thighs clamped down aggressively, suffocating you in the splash zone.

Then, the dam finally broke.

She upcast Climax with a level 6 spell slot, her core convulsing as she flooded your hand with her release. She came so fucking hard that her spasming inside crushed your fingers, forcing them to slip out with a wet pop, drenching your face with her sweet, sticky girl juice.

“D-did you just… I never heard you cum that hard…” Jiwoo’s voice stunned from the discarded phone. “Maybe I should eat your ass when I go back home…”

“You… Should, Chagiya… T-thanks?” Sooyoung said out of breath, still coming down from her high.

“Anything for my baby apple <3 We’ll try it out next week~”

The call finally ended.

After you licked her sensitive pussy clean, you crawled over her on all fours. You both stared each other, flushed and exhausted. You licked your lips, wiping the last remaining of her cum as you put that smug grin back on your face.

“You’re… You’re fucking crazy…” She panted.

“You’re crazy too.”

“Armpits?? Really…??”

“Yeah… Really.”

“That was…” All of a sudden, she felt conscious of her armpit still sticky from your saliva earlier. “Fuck… I also can’t believe you ate my ass while— Tch, JIWOO WAS ON THE CALL!”

“And you fucking loved it.”

“Th-… That’s beside the point!” She blushed, she couldn’t deny how hot it was for her too. “Not a fucking word to her, you hear me??” She grabbed a fistful of your shirt.

Then, she felt her wetness in her palm, she had forgotten how hard she came, she didn’t realize she soaked your shirt. Her eyes then trailed down your whole body and stopped at the protruding relief on your pants, you were still completely clothed and hard. She scoffed, looking away from your face above. Then, with a deep sigh, she finally gave in.

With all the strength she had left, she shoved you to the side. The room lighting cast over her from above, she set the scene so fucking good as she was now on top of you, you could still see the glistening sweat, your drying saliva and her cum on her backlit body.

“I suppose… You deserve a reward.” Her hands scrambled to unbutton your pants.

“I thought that earlier was the reward?”

“Oh, so you don’t want me to go full on glizzy overdrive??” She let go the hem of your pants. “Fine.” She said dismissively.

“WAIT!” You instantly grabbed her before she could get off of you. “Hehe, please commence glizzy overdrive.”

She rolled her eyes as she got off the bed, getting on her knees and with a firm pull, she took off your pants and boxer altogether.

For the first time, she finally took witness of your cock, standing proud, towering her flushed face. She was expecting it to be disgusting, or ugly given to her preference. But the sheer size of your cock rendered her into a loading state you could see the clogs working in her mind, calculating the size of it compared to her face.

“Holy fuck…?” she said in awe.

“Nothing we done this afternoon has been hol-.”

“You’re fucking huge!” she cut you, her face shocked, with a spice of concern of her well-being as images of your cock if it were to get inside of her flooded her mind.

“Aw, you don’t have to sa-”

“NO LIKE… You’re HUGE huge…!” She reiterated, bringing her arm into frame. “It’s almost as big as my arm!!”

She hesitated, her expression was a mix of disgust and curiosity. But eventually, she reached for your cock. Her touch was hesitant, nails grazing along your length. She then tried wrapping her fingers but her index couldn’t even meet her thumb around the diameter. It felt painfully hard, like literally, you were holding it in for what it felt like a whole day. And considering the sun setting by the window, you were probably right.

“I literally can’t wrap my hand around it.” She said dumbfounded.

You sit up straight, and your dream came true.

Ha Sooyoung on her knees, holding your hard wet cock, ready to suck the life out of you.

You admired the ungodly sight for a tad bit too long, you were woken up by her squeeze on your shaft.

“Eugh… Just so you know, I never done this, obviously.” She started stroking half of your length with such distaste. “Is this fine?”

“Hmmnggh… A bit faster…” You moaned.

So she tried, her best at least.

As much as you want to bully her for her stroking game, you really, really needed this. This was literally the dream, you wouldn’t want her to leave you blue balled just because you were teasing her all the time. Though, eventually she caught onto a steady rhythm, her small hand pumping your length with just enough pressure, and surprisingly good grip. You threw your head back with a groan.

“Fucking perv.” She sneered. “You dreamed about this, huh?”

“Yeah…” You confessed so lightly, completely shameless. “Every night.”

She scoffed at your raw confession, rolling her eyes in exaggerated annoyance. But despite her protests, she applied more agonizing pressure to her strokes, her sharp nails would lightly graze against your throbbing length every one or two pumps.

“What a freak, jerking off to your best friend…” she mocked, leaning in closer as if she was inspecting the disgusting rod she were never interested in at first.

At first.

Fuck.

She paused her pumping. Her face was mere centimeters away, and as her bare chest heaved, she breathed in the musk radiating off your cock. Something about your musk just put her in a trance as she felt the shudders running along her body.

This is fucked.

Slowly, but hesitantly, she parted her glossy lips and stuck her tongue out. She pressed her flattened tongue to the base of your shaft and dragged it in one long, agonizingly slow lick all the way up to your tip, lapping up the dripping pre-cum from your slit.

She pulled back, her eyes widened in deep regret.

Not because it was gross—well, it was still gross for her, but she actually, highkey liked how you tasted.

She couldn’t believe what she was feeling. The sharp, salty tang of your hour long arousal completely turned something on within her. At this point, her cheeks were toast by how many times she had gone red. She lost the plot. She was supposed to be disgusted by your cock, but now it looks so disgustingly delicious I wanna swallow it whol— WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME.

Before she hastily wiped her lips with the back of her hand, she glared up at you with masked arousal. You were utterly, pathetically desperate for her, and God he looks so pathetic I love it, she thought.

Fuck it all.

“You’re lucky I’m your best friend, perv.” she purred, deliberately, slowly licking the remaining slick off her glossy lips as she resumed her stroking.

“Can’t help it when you walk around half-naked around the place all the time” you countered.

“Oh, so it’s my fault you’re a fucking degenerate??” She squeezed harder, her voice dark yet clearly she turned on by your candidness. “No wonder I heard someone calling my name every other night, I thought this place was haunted. It was you after all, huh? Whining my name while you stroked this stupid, fucking massive thing.”

“Fuck… Yes… Sooyoung please—”

“Please what?”

“Suck my— Agh!” you hissed as she grazed her sharp nail along your slit.

“Hm? Can’t hear you.” She teased, letting out a breathy, arrogant laugh.

“Fuck you.”

“Hmph, you wish.” She smirked, deliberately misconstrued your cursing. “Beg for i—”

“Please please pleeasseee, suck my cock, Ha Sooyoung I’M TIRED OF JACKING OFF TO YOUR PICS EVERY DAY PLEASE JUST LET ME HAVE ONE CHANCE.”

…

Dead silence.

The sheer, unadulterated weight of your pathetic preaching hung heavily in the air. Sooyoung stopped her stroking on your shaft, her eyes went wide, blinking almost comedically as she tried to process the absolute all time low of your dignity.

For a moment, you thought you pushed it too far.

That was, until her lips twitched, followed by a snort, then immediately a full-chested laugh that shook her entire system. She laughed so fucking hard she collapsed against your thigh, completely obliterating her composure for a brief moment.

“Oh… My fucking God.” she wheezed, wiping her teary eyes. “I knew you were pathetic, but I didn’t know you were THIS pathetic.”

She let out another breathless giggle, shaking her head in disbelief. Then, with a sigh, she went back to your towering erection. She scoffed in disdain, though hungry as ever.

“I mean, seriously, look at this… thing.” she mocked, squeezing the thick base firmly, making your hips bucked helplessly. “It’s ridiculous. It’s disgustingly huge, it’s way too veiny, and honestly? It’s just fucking ugly.” and I fucking love it.

You let out a pathetic whimper, not even trying to defend your pride. You loved this.

“But…” she trailed off, her voice an octave lower as she smeared your pre-cum over your tip with her thumb. “I’m only going to suck it just because you’re begging me like such a good, pathetic, little dog.” She said, dangerously close you could feel her hot breath making you throb harder.

She puckered her glossy lips and with a smack, she kissed your frenulum.

She parted her lips, her eyes staring right back at your heavy dirty soul.

“And you’re lucky I actually like you this way.”

Before the red could fill your entire face, she flattened the tip of her tongue on your frenulum, then slowly, she took your weeping head directly into her mouth. Her plush lips sealed around it, in an ever so agonizing pace, she sank down with her tongue flattened, gliding along the underside of your length. You let out a guttural groan, bliss rushing through your veins.

This was it.

You had finally reached the absolute peak of your existence.

Countless sleepless nights and pathetic, desperate fantasies…

Ha Sooyoung actually had your cock in her mouth.

However, as she started to bob on your length, a sharp sting followed.

“Aish— FUck,” you hissed, your cock twitched and tensed as her front teeth clumsily scraped against the sensitive skin of your shaft.

Despite the blazing hot dominant aura she just put on, it was a painful reminder that she was still very much a lesbian. She had absolutely zero idea how to suck a cock properly. She was rather amateur, sloppy and uncoordinated. Not that you actually minded the pain, you had established you were a pathetic, masochist when it came to her. And honestly? Her sheer, stubborn effort as she hollowed her cheeks, trying to force herself to sink down half of your length was truly commendable.

And if you were being entirely honest… You found her inexperience rather… Cute.

The way her nails grazed your skin as she pumped you at the base, her eyes teared, fluttering upward every time she pushed herself too deep. The obscene, bubbling mix of spit and pre-cum slipped out of her glossy, plush lips as she coughed and gagged around your length.

God her gagging is so lewd, you mused.

It was terribly, uniquely, endearingly her.

You had never been so painfully, euphorically happy in your entire life.

Her throat spasmed, and with a slippery sloppery schlorp, she pulled her mouth off of your cock to catch her breath.

Lumps of saliva dripped down from her lips to your tip, you could see the glistening string connected still to her lips. She coughed hard, her free hand wiping her mouth as the other remained its chokehold on your cock.

“Fuck… You’re too fucking huge!” she managed to gasp out as she glared up at you. Her bangs damp with sweat, stray hairs plastered, sticky all over her flushed forehead and temples. “God, I can barely swallow half of it without choking.”

She sighed as she finally took witness of your shiny cock coated in her spit. “This is so gross…”

“Heh, you do seem a tad bit too engrossed in it for a wuhluhwuh.” you grinned ever so smugly.

“… A what??” She blinked.

“En-gross-ed…? Get it? Because you said gross, but you seem to—”

“No, I fucking know English, dick head.”

You tensed up your cock, your head twitching in response “He begs to differ. You clearly don’t get the jo—”

“WUH-LUH-WUH!!!” she yelled exasperatedly. “Did you just try to pronounce W-L-W??”

“Yeah, isn’t that what you guys are? Lesbians?”

“YOU MEAN WOMEN LOVING WOME—”

“OOOHHH yeah, that’s what I meant.”

“I’m starting to regret doing this…” She cringed.

“NOOOO, you’re actually doing great, Sooyoung-ah hehehe~”

“Fuck, no! Don’t patronize me, I was terrible! You squirmed every time my teeth were on it, you were literally hissi—”

“What makes you think I don’t like it?”

“…” She blinked. “The fuck?” She recoiled, thoroughly confused.

“I find it particularly cute, actually,” you admitted nonchalantly, rendering her speechless.

She didn’t expect you to genuinely enjoy her terrible blowjob, even she knew she was absolute dogshit at it, yet she couldn’t help but feel lowkey flattered.

“You are so weird...” she rolled her eyes, though the corner of her lips smugly curled as she resumed her stroking. She milked the slick skin of your coated shaft, but as she did, her eyes drifted lower, completely hypnotized by the twin pendulums that were your balls, swaying beneath her hand.

She stared at them, her eyes flickering mischievously as she went down on you. You let out a muffled groan as she pressed her plush lips against them, tentatively kissing the sensitive skin of your sack.

“How much longer do I have to suck this thing before you pop?” she murmured, her tongue darted, down to scoop one of your balls into her mouth.

Your fingers instantly tangled into her bob, knuckles turning white. “Fuck… not long if you keep doing that…”

With her hand still working on your length in a steady rhythm, she finally sucked your balls. Her tongue swirled, fondling them lewdly with a filthy slurping, smacking, and popping of her lips. The wet tip of her tongue would occasionally glide dangerously low, tracing the stretched skin near your asshole, making you squirm helplessly on the mattress.

I am a wuhluhwuh, she muttered inside.

Women are soft, smell like vanilla, taste like honey. Yet there she was, eagerly slurping on a disgusting pair of sweaty, musky, dirty balls like they were Michelin fucking star. Her soaking core throbbed all over again as she tasted the degrading filth that felt like sin on her tongue.

“Fuck, Sooyoung-ah…” you breathed heavily, your hips twitching as her lips took your balls in and popped them out in tandem. “I’m so close… Like… Really fucking close.”

She pulled back with a smack, your balls glistened with her spit. “Well, you’re gonna have to help me then,” she said invitingly, her thumb deliberately smearing your pre-cum on your frenulum. “I can’t possibly do allat again by myself.”

She upped her tempo, letting out a stifled laugh. “I mean, I can’t exactly get the goat milk out all on my own.”

Your edging broin stalled for a moment. “… Goat milk?”

Her smirk quivered, her broin rotten to the core. “Yeah. If I milked you, I’d get goat milk…”

Despite her brutally quickening stroke, a snicker escaped her lips as she laughed at herself.

“’cuz you da #goat”

You snapped.

You didn’t even let her have a full-blown laugh as your hands flew to grab her head from both sides, violently tangling them into her roots. With a surge of brain-rotten adrenaline, you stood up from the mattress and forcefully impaled your throbbing cock straight into her open mouth, plunging down her throat.

Hmpphkk!

Hnghk

Gawk

Glorp (Bogos binted?)

Now that was the sound of heaven.

You pulled her head hard every time you pushed your goat in. Your pace was unforgiving and brutal. Her hands instinctively anchored to your thighs, nails digging as you mercilessly fucked the joke out of her.

But the devastating momentum of your thrusts was quickly becoming too much for the poor girl as your hips kept pushing and chasing her mouth, forcing her to tilt backward. Her hands shot back to prop herself from collapsing on her back. With her body arched, you took full advantage of it as your hand palmed the crown of her head while the other wrapped around her slender neck. Looming over her, you angled your hips and drove your heavy length downward with gravity.

Gag reflex be damned, you managed to bottom out nearly all of your length—you could literally feel your bulge plunging in and out of her neck.

Tears trailed from the corner of her eyes down to her flushed cheeks. But she didn’t even try to tap out. Her arms stood their ground, bracing hard as you fucked her throat into Oblivion so hard that it actually got remastered.

You nailed her mouth in a feral rhythm, balls slapping against her chin each time you tried to burrow even deeper into her incredibly tight throat. You could only think about how tight her ass would be if her throat was already this tight, but that was a story for another day. Perhaps. It was time to end this fuck-ass fic, the writer thought. So, eventually, you felt it coming.

“Fuck!” you roared, shudders running all over your body. “Take it all!”

You locked her in place, and with a one-hundred horse power thrust—maybe a hundred and twenty four—you bottomed out like a dragoon and blew your load.

Torrents of your release erupted straight down her esophagus. Suffocated by the sheer volume of your cum, you could feel the peristaltic spasms of her throat violently milking the goat. She tried to swallow it all, but you kept coming and coming she couldn’t keep up.

It was just too much. Her throat completely overflowed.

She coughed so violently it popped your cock out of her throat. Freed from the confines of her mouth, your cock sprayed the remaining ropes across her ruined face. Sticky mess splattered over her cheeks, nose, and damp fringes on her forehead as she collapsed back on her hands, coughing and gasping for air.

As the stream began to subside, you got back on her lips and milked the pulsing trickle down into her cum-filled mouth. You could only stare, mesmerized by the absolute filth that was Ha Sooyoung, face and mouth fully covered with your cum.

Her tongue darted out slowly, lecherously licking your slit off the final rope, then wiped the ropes around her lips as she finally downed your pooling cum in her mouth.

Gulp

Gulp

Gulp

It took her three fucking gulps to down all your hot cum into her tummy.

You stared down at her, chest heaving as you took in the absolute masterpiece of her face, beautifully dazed and glistening with your release. She had never looked better, and you had never felt better.

“I guess I really am the goat.”