Learning how to shut up

"Hi, thanks for coming." Sihyeon greets you formally as you enter the building.

"Sure, no problem.” She walks past you.

“Come on, we're leaving."

"Already?" Sihyeon holds the door you just walked through open, and you find yourself crossing the threshold twice in as many seconds. Confused, you follow her out the door, walking about fifteen minutes to a bar.

She plants you at the bar as soon as you enter. "Okay, just sit here. Order whatever you want, drinks are on me."

"Wait, where are you going?"

"To observe." Right, she was helping her colleague with picking up guys.

"How do I know who it is?"

"You'll know, she is painfully obvious." With a wave to you Sihyeon walks through the crowd and disappears. You shrug and get the attention of the bartender, ordering a Moscow mule for yourself.

"Ooh, a copper cup, is that a Moscow mule? Did you know that if your mug isn't plated with another metal, you can actually dissolve the copper in the drink? I heard it's poisonous." A wide-eyed lady takes the seat next to you.

You wince and peer into your mug, and suddenly you don't feel like drinking, your head seeming to spin—is it from the copper? "Huh, really..." you reply to her unenthusiastically.

"Yah, you idiot!" Sihyeon's voice suddenly appears behind you. "You're supposed to make him want to go home with you, not send him home feeling sick!"

"You-You said start with an interesting fact about their drink..." The wide-eyed lady mumbles to herself.

"Choose something that isn't about poison! God you're hopeless!" Sihyeon turns to you apologetically. "Sorry, this is my colleague Yiren. As you can see, she's terrible at picking guys up and having a normal conversation."

You take a moment to look over Sihyeon's colleague—she is gorgeous, her eyes eagerly shining, her lips in a slight pout, unsure of herself. Her long hair draped to one side, a cute, almost elfish ear peeking out from the other. Your eyes follow Yiren's hair down her body, past her short top and ending perfectly on her exposed midriff.

"Are you sure she isn't the one getting picked up? I mean, she's cute, very pretty." You ignore Yiren's blush and try your best to give a "professional" evaluation—after all, this is supposedly training for her.

"Yeah but she has a mouth full of coffee grounds." You look at Sihyeon questioningly. "No filter."

"Sorry! I'm sure your drink is fine, copper is only poisonous past a certain point, and I doubt there's enough copper leaking into your drink, I think..." Yiren goes quiet at Sihyeon's withering look.

"Enough, about, poison!" Sihyeon hisses and pushes Yiren into the seat next to you. "Talk about something else, anything else, no poison."

"Umm, would you like anything to drink?" you ask Yiren as Sihyeon stomps away.

"Just beer would work."

"Smart, something that comes in a glass." You joke, making her blush even harder.

"Stop!" she hits you gently.

"That's good, some guys like cute. So why are you doing this, do you really have guy problems?"

"Yes, like Sihyeon unnie said, I always overtalk, and say the wrong things, and turn people off. Like that one time I met a guy—"

"Stop, why are you bringing up another guy in front of the one you're talking to. It's like dating, people don't want to hear about your ex." Abashed, Yiren falls silent again. You had to do something different for her. "Come on, kiss me."

"What did you say?"

"Come here and kiss me. If you're bad at talking, just start off strong and kiss him, that way you won't say something wrong at all." Yiren looks at you, her eyes boring a hole through your gaze. She blinks, and everything changes.

A weight is in your lap, but you're busy being pulled into a kiss—no, a snog—as Yiren latches on to you. Her lips part, and her tongue asks for a dance. A muffled moan escapes her as your tongues tango and tangle, Yiren's burst of enthusiasm pulling you along. Her hands on you grow bolder, wrapping around your neck. Her weight shifts, and you groan into her mouth, her thighs rubbing against your erection. Your hand moves down her shoulder, lower and lower—

"Ahem, your beer, miss."

The bartender pulls the two of you apart with a simple drink, alcohol for once a cockblocker. Yiren blinks again and the transformation is reversed. Shyly she returns to her seat.

"Umm, yes, I think that would work Yiren, just do that and you have no problems picking guys up." You hem and haw, trying to keep up appearances.

"Right, thanks." Yiren takes a deep breath and downs her beer. To your surprise she then grabs you by the wrist. A wink, and the seductive Yiren is back. "Want to come back to my place?"

"I-I'm sorry?" Yiren blinks again, nonplussed by your reaction—she simply expected you to follow her.

"I mean, Sihyeon unnie said to 'Close the deal when you have him.' I thought you would want to come back with me, I was in your lap and I felt you were pretty hard, although I wasn't sure about your size, I would guess you are about—" You cough and hastily stop her before she spills everything in front of the bartender, who is silently chuckling at her.

"Yes, let's go, thanks." You toss the bartender a tip. "Put it on the Everglow tab."

"Yes sir, I'll close it out with Miss Kim." They wave to someone behind you, and you see clearly Sihyeon smirking at the two of you—she waves you goodbye as Yiren drags you out of the bar.

"Come in, would you like a drink?"

"Yes, water would be good." You take a seat on her couch, and Yiren brings you both a glass of water. Quickly the room falls silent once the glasses of water stand empty.

"So what do you do once you bring them back?" you ask Yiren. You feel a hand on your face, and in an instant Yiren's lips are on yours, kissing you again, although this time more reserved, a little tentative. After a short while she pulls back.

"Was that okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, Sihyeon unnie said just kiss them, and then either they will jump me, or I can jump them. But how would we know which is better, I don't know if I can take their body weight, and they don't know how heavy I am either, and that's not something I really want to disclose beforehand, and—"

You shut Yiren up with a kiss, this time aggressively pushing her down on to the couch. Your hands pin hers to the sides of her head, and your tongue lashes against her lips until she gives you entrance. You grind against her, pushing your hips down on her, making sure she feels you.

And then you stop, getting off Yiren and watching her flushed face look up at you in suddenly cut-off desire. "Mmph! What—"

"That was me jumping you." She blinks once, twice, and then smiles.

"Got it." Yiren almost leaps off the sofa, swinging her legs around you and straddling you on the sofa. Like a pirate she holds you still, her tongue immediately plundering your mouth, your defenses caught off guard by her sudden change. You can't help but moan into the kiss as she slips her hands under your shirt. The moan is reciprocated as she sinks into your lap, rutting herself against your clothed stiffness—she is as wet as you are hard. But just as soon as it began, it was over, and Yiren pulls back from you triumphantly. "That was me jumping you."

"Which one did you prefer?" you manage between pants.

"I liked being in your lap. But let's move to somewhere more comfortable." Yiren has you on a string, her lips dancing close to yours, but not close enough to touch. As she pulls away and gets off you, like a puppy you follow her to the bedroom.

"Sit, wait here. Let me get into something more comfortable." Yiren pushes you on the bed and enters her bathroom, leaving you hard, gasping, and waiting. Where did this Yiren come from? You were left wondering which was Yiren’s true nature, but she doesn't give you much time to think, as she comes back dressed in a tiny black skirt and a sexy white shirt.

"Wait, umm, it doesn't seem like you need any help with what happens after you bring them back,” you point out.

"Is that what Sihyeon unnie said?"

"Yeah, she said you needed experience on what happens after."

"Oh, she just means I wanted to get laid. As you can tell, I have some trouble bringing guys back, so it’s been a while. But once I have you, you're mine!" Yiren pounces on you, her hands already pulling on your shirt. She purrs and marks your neck as she explores your upper body before going below the belt.

"Wait, I want to see you too."

"Later, I want to see all of you first." A clink, and your belt is loose, along with your jeans. With a swift tug you are naked under Yiren's gaze, and she is still completely dressed.

"It's not fair that you are still dressed!" you complain, almost whining.

"I'll make it up to you, right now."

"Fuck!" you groan loudly into her bedroom as Yiren drops to her knees and takes you in her mouth with an exaggerated slurp. She slobbers all over your shaft.

"Mmm, such a nice cock, Sihyeon unnie already took you on a ride right? Did you enjoy her? I bet I'm tighter though, god I can't wait for you to stretch me, tear me open. I'm going to be gaping so hard after you're done impaling me with this. But first..." It turns out Yiren is unfiltered in both the best and worst ways, especially as she cups your balls and licks the underside of your cock from tip to base. "So heavy, you'll have a lot for me right? I can taste it already, so salty and thick."

"Oh god Yiren..." You moan deliriously as she takes a ball in her mouth, gently sucking and tugging on one sack then the other. Her hands are not idle either, stroking your shaft as she threatens to suck you dry through your balls. "Fuck I'm close already!" you warn her, but that only eggs her on more.

"Already? I hope you can get hard for me again quickly then. I'm so wet from eating your cock, I think I need to give my pussy a taste too, such a nice and delicious cock. You're like hard candy, I just want to hold it in my mouth and swirl it the whole time, until finally I get to gooey center, mmph—"

You groan and threaten to crush her skull in your hands, pulling her deep on your cock before exploding in her mouth. Yiren grabs your ass, pushing herself deeper on your shaft, thoroughly enjoying your orgasm—a trickle of juice leaks down her thighs, her own potty mouth turning her on just as much.

When you finish Yiren climbs back on to the bed, straddling you once more. You gasp in hypersensitivity as you feel her wet heat on your half-erect shaft—she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the skirt.

"I gather you liked my dirty talk?" Yiren asks as she begins stripping her top, finally allowing you to see her wonderful figure—curves in just the right spots, breasts perfect for her frame, a tummy just right for squeezing as she rides you.

"Mmhmm, why can't you use those skills in general conversation? Like earlier when we met."

"Please, my mind is always in the gutter. It took all my concentration to remember the copper poison fact while I was imagining how you and Sihyeon would have fucked."

"What?!"

"I mean, unnie said you were a good ride, so you know, a girl wonders. And now I'm going to find out." A luxurious groan escapes Yiren as she sinks her hips down on you, the skirt an acceptable annoyance as you feel rather than see yourself disappearing into her body.

"Fuck that's nice, you want to see how you stretch me out?" Teasingly she lifts her skirt, allowing you to see her crotch pressed against yours. Yiren is incredibly tight, and your head spins a little as she clenches on you—you swear you can see the outline of your bulge inside her as she begins bouncing on top of you. Yiren's dirty talk doesn't help either.

"You're definitely the biggest I've ever had, fuck! How do you fit in anyone, so fucking big. Good thing I'm so wet from all that build up, I was afraid I would soak your jeans earlier at the bar. It was nice to be in your lap, I almost wanted you to just fuck me right there at the bar, just let you bounce me on your monster. I wonder if Sihyeon unnie would notice if we were fucking right there, maybe she would join in, you know? She's pretty hot herself, I wouldn't mind, do you think she would?"

"Mmm shut up Yiren, fuck!" is your only coherent reply, her filthy thoughts escalating your situation inside her.

"I thought you liked my dirty talk, is my potty mouth too much for you? Maybe if you fuck me properly I'll shut up." Her eyes flash mischievously at you, and you take the bait.

"Fine." You hold her against you before swiftly rolling her on to her back. She gasps as you pull roughly out of her, followed by the tearing of fabric as you rip the skirt off.

"Hey—aaah!" Plunge right back into Yiren, not too kindly at all.

"Shut up and take it!" you growl into her neck, setting a quick pace and trying to pound her into silence. It backfires though, as even screaming in pleasure Yiren is loquaciously vulgar.

"Oh fuck right there, fucking pound me into tomorrow oppa! Ahh, nnngh! You're going to fuck me wide open, I'm going to be so sore, my pussy is going to be all red and raw. Fuck yes right there, you're going to fucking break my g-spot, keep hammering me!" Her words spur you on, and you spread her thighs, ramming her into the bed.

"That's it, fucking spread me open, my pussy's going to be my biggest hole after this. Oh fuck, yes I'm fucking cumming soon, deeper, you can do it, get fucking deeper in me! Fucking—unnngh..." Yiren finally falls silent as her orgasm catches in her throat, her round eyes rolling briefly in her head. She shudders then makes up for the second of silence by screaming her lungs out as she climaxes, nearly deafening you. Her limbs wrap around you tightly as she bucks her hips up into you, her breathless gasps letting you know she isn't done yet.

"Keep going, I can still fucking cum some more!" You grit your teeth and oblige her request, thrusting and powering through her orgasmic tightness, small squeals of approval your reward for listening to her. Gradually, out of breath and strength from several climaxes, Yiren quiets down, the dirty talk reduced to a few "fuck yeah"s and "so good"s. It doesn't take long to get her breath back though.

"Mmm you are a good fuck," Yiren runs her fingers through her hair and stretches underneath you, thoroughly satisfied by the "training" tonight. "You didn't cum yet did you?"

"No, but really close."

"Pull out for a second." Reluctantly you listen to her, your shaft shining with a layer of her slick.

"I know I have a potty mouth, so..." she lays on the bed, her head hanging off the edge. "How about you come clean it out for me, I could use some—" you gasp as she touches your tip with a finger, a string of precum following her finger into her mouth. "Mouthwash."

Without thinking you position yourself at the edge of the bed, and with a "Mmmphk!" from Yiren you plunge as far as you can down her throat. She drools and chokes and gags obscenely, but she doesn't tap out, and over and over you fuck her throat. Your heavy balls slap against her face as you give her mouth a deep cleaning with your tool, making sure every inch is coated with precum.

"I like you better this way Yiren, much quieter when stuffed with cock." You tease, your thrusts more brutal now as you get closer to your peak—her throat is definitely bulging a little with every skull-penetrating thrust. "Fuck, get ready for your mouthwash."

Mouthwash should be swirled before being swallowed, and you pull part of the way out of Yiren's mouth before you blow, making sure you fill her thoroughly with the thickest mouthwash on the market. Yiren tries her best, her tongue swishing your cum in her mouth, but she chokes and spills some of it, making it leak out the side of her lips, ruining her make up, some of it ending up on her eyes and hair.

You didn't care, you were still cumming, and since she wanted to drain you, you would make sure she does so.

"Now swallow." You push forward again, your tip swabbing her throat as you pump the last few spurts of cum straight to her belly. You slip out when you are completely drained, the last string of semen drawing a white line across Yiren's prettily ruined face.

You collapse on the bed next to her. "Fuck Yiren, you are amazing!"

"Not—ack—not so bad yourself!" You hurry to get her a glass of water, helping her wash the last of your seed down her throat. Yiren quickly clears her throat before continuing. "That was good fun, would you be down to do it again next time? Because if you are I won't have to worry about trying to pick up other guys again, I can just get you and skip the awkward conversation part. Or are you fuck buddies with Sihyeon unnie already? I wonder if she's the jealous type, I actually don't know, I should ask her, are you two exclusive fuck buddies or—"

You throw Yiren a towel to quiet her for a moment while she cleans herself up. "We're not fuck buddies, we've only done it once, she said you needed training, which is why I came today."

"Well, would you fuck her again? Would you fuck me again?"

"Yes, I guess?"

"Great, we're fuck buddies then. I'm sure Sihyeon unnie wouldn't mind being fuck buddies with you too, she found you through the Fromis app right? I'll match with you there. Nice, I won't have to put up with small talk anymore."

"I mean, pretty sure you can pick up guys yourself, I don't know why Sihyeon had 'training' for you."

"She's just tired of being my wingwoman when I mess up. I mean, would you have come back with me if all I talked about was the poison stuff?"

"Probably not?"

"See, I'm fine with bedroom talk, but I'm terrible outside of it, that's why unnie helps me out. But if I have you around, I won’t need to bother with that then, so be my fuck buddy."

"I mean, I won't say no to that,” you answer honestly.

"Great, I look forward to next time then oppa."

The two of you get dressed, and Yiren walks you to the door. Dressed in glasses and an oversized sweatshirt, she looked cute, if not downright adorable—you have to remind yourself that she has the vocabulary to make a pirate blush.

"Thanks for tonight, I hope I'll see you again soon? Be careful on the way back, I heard at night your chances of getting murdered go up by like five percent or something—"

You can't help but laugh and kiss her. "You really are something else Yiren. You know, it might be better for you to text than talk, that way you'll think through things before saying them."

"Oh, maybe you're right." She blinks, and naughty Yiren is back again. "Maybe I'll sext you, record myself speaking dirty and send it to you, do you need images, or a video too?"

You need to get out before Yiren pulls you in like a siren.

"I'll see you around!" You hastily wave goodbye to her before she can grab hold of you. Under her breath Yiren mumbles to herself as she watches you leave.

"You won't shut me up that easily, you'd have to choke me—hmm, is he into choking? I'll text him that!" Yiren begins planning for all the ways you could shut her up next time.