Force

The dorm apartment is quiet as you push the door open. The only light that's illuminating is the soft glow of the living room lamp. You step inside with shoulders heavy from the stress, eyes burning from Sullyoon's violation, lips wet from a kiss.

Yes, a kiss.

A kiss from Winter.

It happened right after the video ended — the screen going black, the library suddenly too quiet, the weight of everything crashing down. You don’t even remember who moved first. One second you were both staring at the fading frame of Sullyoon’s tear-streaked face, the next her mouth was on yours. It was soft, moist, and desperate. She pulled away almost instantly, cheeks flaming, muttering something about needing air before she grabbed her bag and ran.

Now, the taste of her is still lingering on your lips.

Your mind feels like cold spaghetti that's mixed with curry, ice cream, caviar and peas — Yujin’s threat, Sullyoon's broken smile on camera, and now Winter’s “accidental” kiss. The impending tsunami between Gaeul and Karina had barely receded, and the solution is just a shallow breakwater that's built upon lies and concealment.

Right now, you're drowning in more secrets, and right now, you are still unbelievably hard.

You don't know what to do.

Then you see her. Your love.

Gaeul’s lying on the couch of the living room upside down. Her head is hanging off the edge, long black hair flowing towards the floor like a dark waterfall — she dyed her hair back to black this afternoon, saying it's to save her hair roots from further damage. Her legs are stretched out along the cushions with a knee slightly bent. A tight white top that's low enough to show her subtle cleavage, paired with loose denim jeans and an open denim jacket, her arms were relaxed above her head, one finger lazily playing with a strand of her new jet black hair.

“Baby,” she looks at you with soft eyes, lips parted in a soft teasing smile. “You're back~”

Your cock twitches instantly, still hard from the video, now stirring again at the sight of her like this. The position she's in makes her throat long and exposed, and her head is perfectly angled for…

You try to look away. Shake it off. Walk straight to the bedroom. But Gaeul’s voice stops you.

“Baby…” she purrs, upside-down gaze locked on the bulge in your pants. “You’re home late. And you’re already so hard for me.”

“Come here,” she says, wagging her finger towards you.

So much for trying. You find yourself trudging towards her — half-anticipation, half-reluctance. But you're soon right in front of her anyway.

She reaches up slowly, fingers brushing the front of your jeans. Her upside-down smile widens. “You don’t have to hide it. I can see how much you need this.”

You stand there frozen, guilt and lust warring inside you. The video flashes across your mind again — Sullyoon’s forced smile, her broken moans — and the shame makes your stomach twist. But your body doesn't care. Your cock throbs harder against the fabric.

Your girlfriend doesn't wait for permission. Her nimble fingers unbuckle your belt and unzip you, pulling your cock free in one smooth motion. It springs out, heavy and flushed, inches from her face. Pre-cum from hours ago have already stained your underwear, and it's still beading off your slit right now.

“Mmm… look at you. So thick and ready. I love how much you want me right now,” she licks her lips, eyes sparkling with affection and greed. She opens her mouth and takes you in right there and then.

Her lips stretch around your head, and the first things that cross your mind as you shiver? Warm and wet. She sucks you gently, tongue swirling slowly around the tip, tasting every drop of pre-cum that has already leaked out.

“Such a waste~ You could have come home earlier and fed me all these precious drops of nectar, but you chose to be late and waste it all on staining your underwear,” she hums, flicking her tongue on the underside of your tip, before taking you back in.

She sucks your cock into her mouth until her cheeks hollow, taking you deeper inch by inch while her throat relaxes and the head pushes past her gag reflex. You look down and see yourself disappearing inside of her, a bulge forming visibly in her neck.

You groan at the penetration, hands instinctively moving to her head. The sight is mesmerising — her throat swelling and contracting around your cock with every inch you're feeding her, the outline of your shaft clear against her pale skin.

Gaeul moans softly around you when you're fully embedded, the vibration traveling straight from the tip to your balls. “You feel so good in my throat, baby,” she whispers after pulling off for a breath, voice hoarse but full of warmth. “I love how deep you go. Take as much as you need. Use my mouth however you want.”

You can’t hold back anymore.

You grunt and start fucking into her face, pushing and pulling slow at first, savoring the way her throat expands around you. Your hands wrap around her slender neck, feeling the bulge of your cock sliding in and out. You squeeze gently, not enough to hurt, but just enough to feel her pulse racing under your palms as you fill her.

Gaeul’s eyes water, but she looks up at you with pure love and desire.

“Deeper,” she breathes, as you pull off to allow her a second of respite. Spit strings from her lips to your glistening shaft. “I want to feel you all the way down my throat. Fill me up, baby. I love taking you like this.”

You groan and slam back in, fucking her throat now with deep, long strokes. The wet, sloppy sounds fill the room as she continues gagging and slurping, the constant drool splattering everywhere. Gaeul’s hands reach behind and grip your thighs, pulling you deeper with every thrust. She moans around your cock, encouraging you while you pound.

“You’re so hard for me… I love how you’re using my throat tonight. Keep going. Give me everything.”

You yank her white top up towards her neck, exposing her small, perky tits. They bounce free, nipples already hard and flushed.

“Play with them… please… play with my tits while you fuck my throat. I want to feel your hands on me, “ she whispers softly.

Your hands leave her neck and move to cup her tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh gently. You roll her nipples between your fingers as you continue to fuck her throat, pumping with an increasing velocity. Gaeul moans louder, the sound turning into sweet, wet gurgles every time you bottom out.

“Gaeullie… your throat—fuck—” you grunt and increase the pace, snapping your hips with long, powerful strokes that makes her whole body jolt on the couch. Her small tits bounce in your hands as you massage them. Your cock continues sliding deep into her throat and the wet, filthy sounds grow louder along with her soft gagging. Drool constantly pours out of her mouth, flowing down her cheekbones past her eyes, smudging her mascara upside down towards her forehead.

“You’re so good to me,” she gasps when you pull out to let her breathe. “I love how deep you go. Fuck my throat harder, baby. I want you to feel good. Use me until you can’t hold back.”

You stuff yourself back in and fuck her even harder, hips snapping, balls slapping against her face with every thrust. Her throat bulges obscenely with each deep plunge. Drool coats your balls and drips onto the floor in puddles.

“Gaeullie… I’m sorry…” you grunt.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” she muffles around your cock.

You remain silent and let out another grunt, before reaching to pull her bunched white top, sliding it towards her throat. You pull your cock out of her, letting her rasp for another breath of air. However, right as she wheezes in one, you twist the white top around her neck, pulling it tight as you choke her. Yanking the white top up, you slide your cock back into her mouth, thrusting it right into her oral orifice.

“Fuck Gaeullie, your throat, it's so tight…”

As you plunge your cock in, her throat walls feel impossibly tighter from the artificial constriction you're making, and it causes her to choke and gag more.

She tries to say something, but only muffled glucks can be heard as you keep pulling and plunging deep with long rhythmic strokes that shut her up.

You aren't afraid of hurting her at all, because all the while, Gaeul’s hands never leave your thighs, pulling you in, urging you to go deeper. Each wet gag spurs you to thrust faster and deeper, and she never pulls away the entire time, looking at your swinging, heavy balls with a gaze that's full of love and lust.

“More… please… I love feeling you bulge in my throat like this,” she garbles between strokes, spit dripping from her chin as you barely make her words out. “Fuck me deeper, baby. I want every inch. I want to feel you throb inside me.”

You give her exactly what she asks for — faster, harder, deeper. Your hands pull her top hard, tugging her throat onto your cock, meeting every plunge of your hips.

When she's finally tapping on your thighs, you let go of the white top, pulling out to let her rasp in a single merciful breath before your hands wrap back around her neck, squeezing tight and firm as you re-penetrate her throat walls. Each renewed plunge into her neck lets you feel the constant swell of your cock on your thumbs as you use her throat like a warm, wet sleeve.

The sounds are obscene and endless: wet gagging, heavy slurping, the slap of your balls on her face, her soft, loving moans vibrating around you.

You lose track of time. Minutes blur into one long, filthy rhythm. You fuck her throat in every way — slow and deep, fast and shallow, grinding against her tongue, holding yourself buried until she gags and drools even more. Her small tits jiggle with every thrust, nipples pinched and rolled between your fingers. Her face is a mess of drool and tears, black hair sticking to her wet cheeks, but she never stops and looks at you with that soft, adoring gaze.

Finally, the edge becomes impossible to ignore.