Renewed

The school halls had this grating echo, and you were glad to be gone soon. All your fellow students talked about for the past few months was prom this and prom that. Girls went on about the dresses they bought and the limos they rented; guys rambled about their promposals and afterparties. Right now, a group of classmates is loudly arguing about table seating. You couldn’t care less. The one girl you wanted to go with was already taken. Inevitable. Shin Yuna was the girl of every guy’s dreams, a stunning visual, a kind soul.

Inevitable too was the fact that you would fall for her, even if it didn’t start that way. You were just neighbors at first, but then you became friends like no other. Considering how much time you spent with her, that friendship could only bloom into infatuation. So as the years went by, you held in your feelings, until senior year when you grew brave enough to confess.

That was months ago. You wanted to forget about it.

“Hey, Oppa, what’s with the flower?” Yuna tilted her head and of course, she looked adorable with such a simple gesture. “Actually, before you say that, I wanted to let you know something.”

“What’s up?” you replied.

“Well, I have a boyfriend now! I want you guys to get along.”

The flower might as well have withered right then and there as your heart did. Another guy walked up next to her and held her hand.

“This is Ryan,” Yuna said, “and I hope you guys can be friends.”

Safe to say, that did not happen. As her friend first, you tried getting along with Ryan but from what you heard, he seemed like the type to just date a girl and move on quickly, so you always had your reservations.

When you take your lunch out of your bag, you notice that you still have that flower in your backpack right now. You never bothered to throw it out, even as it’s rotting inside its plastic wrap.

“Oppa!” Well, there goes the peaceful meal. Yuna runs over to you.

“Hey, Yuna, what’s up?”

She puts a piece of paper on the table; you quickly recognize it’s a ticket.

“Yuna, I already said, I don’t care for prom. I don’t want to go, and I don’t even have a date!”

“Well… I found you one! So you will be going. I need my best friend at prom with me.” Yuna looks up at you with her famous puppy dog eyes, knowing your weakness and melting your resolve.

Your initial reaction to reject her becomes a slow nod.

Yuna jumps up and down in excitement. “Okay, so your date will be at your home an hour before prom. She will be wearing red so make sure to match!”

You’re brought to silence by her hyperactive energy, so before you can open your mouth, she’s gone. Looks like you’re going to prom then.

The next week goes by quickly: you get your tux; you find a tie that matches the red your date will be wearing; you buy a corsage with a red flower.

“I swear these things are a scam. I really paid forty dollars for a flower.” The worst part is that the red flower reminds you of something—you should really throw that thing out of your bag.

You stand alone at home waiting for your date to arrive. Your parents could not be at home to watch you go off with your date as they would be going on a trip with Yuna’s parents. What a coincidence. While they’re out having fun, you have to go with some other person and watch Yuna be happy with someone else. Yet here you are, enduring it all because of her.

Knock, knock, knock.

You rush toward the door—not too fast, don’t want to get sweat on your dress shirt. Then, you open it, finding yourself face to face with the rest of your friend group: Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, and Chaeryoung. You let them in, but you can’t get the image of one person out of your mind. 

“Hey guys, what are you doing here?” you ask.

“We’ll be taking your photos here at home. Now turn around and close your eyes,” Yeji says.

You turn around and close your eyes as told, only leaving you with the sound of the front door opening again. Then, you hear heels clicking as someone walks up behind you. 

“Okay, turn around and open your eyes in three, two, one!” Lia yells. At once, you turn around, making eye contact with your date.

The flower in red, Yuna. Her dress drops your jaw with how it hugs her perfect curves. As your eyes go back up, you focus on her lips, matching in vibrant color, turning into a smile.

Naturally, you’re dumbfounded. Your first reaction is a stumbling step backward. “W-wait, Yuna? What about Ryan?” 

“Can we not talk about him right now please?” Yuna steps closer. 

After you carefully place the corsage on her hand, trying your best not to get sweat on her, she puts a boutonniere on your tux jacket. 

“Alright, you two, let’s get some pictures!” Ryujin yells.

You and Yuna stand next to each other and smile at the camera. Even in the corner of your eye, you know her smile is dazzling; meanwhile, all you want is to avoid looking like a nervous wreck. Luckily, you do get the courage to at least hold her waist.

After a few clicks of the camera, Chaeryoung speaks up, “Hug her from the back! It’ll look amazing in the photos.”

Your eyes flicker back and forth between Chaeryeong in front of you, Yuna next to you, and the floor below you. Though Yuna has a subtle blush, she nods in approval, so you get behind her and wrap your arms around her waist. The group continues to take pictures, but you’re not focused on that at all. Not wanting Yuna to notice how fast your heart is beating, you leave a sliver of space as you hug her. 

You can only let go of your deeply held breath when Lia gives you an OK sign. 

“Alright, we’ll be heading home,” Lia says as the other girls put away the cameras. 

Yeji pushes the two of you out of the door toward the limo. “Have fun at prom!”

“Did I just get kicked out of my own home?” you ask.

Yuna giggles. “Oh, they’re probably gonna go to their own party later. Come on, let’s go!”

Reaching out your arm, you offer it to Yuna who grabs on as you make your way to the waiting black limousine. You both step inside, immediately amazed at the luxury of the interior. You’ve seen limos in shows before, but that doesn’t compare to the actual experience—sitting on leather seats with legroom for days, unlimited (soft) drinks in fancy glasses, the atmospheric lights. Though the two of you are giddy at first, gushing about all the features of the limo, you both fall silent. 

Can’t ignore the fact that Yuna hasn’t let go of your arm.

“Dad got the limo for us. It was supposed to be for just me and…” Yuna trails off, still holding on to you. Maybe it isn’t as big of a deal for her. She’s always been touchy with people she’s close to.

“What happened?” You pull back. “Sorry, I know you don’t wanna—”

“No, it’s fine. I caught that asshole with another girl when I went to surprise him at his house, so I ended things on the spot. So when I had an extra ticket for prom, I knew I had to bring my best friend with me.”

Right. Best friend. That’s all.

You feign happiness anyway—but it’s not even that feigned since you’re still going to prom with the most beautiful woman at the end of the day. With a smile and a hug, you say, “Well, screw him! We’ll have fun on our own!”

Something about the way Yuna said that… no, you're imagining things.

After the drive, you arrive at the venue with its tall doors and architectural columns. The driver opens the door and you step out first. You help Yuna step out, and you notice all eyes on the two of you. You and Yuna continue to walk toward the entrance and hear the whispers:

“Those two? I thought she rejected him?”

“Wasn’t she dating Ryan?”

Once again, useless echoes. You pay it no mind. Finally, you enter the banquet hall, passing the photoshoot area as the music grows louder. Yuna spots the table, so you follow her. You’re lucky that you two get your own table, not needing to sit with a random group.

The night starts as food is placed out for everyone, some well-presented salmon and vegetables. Despite all the people in the venue, you only pay attention to Yuna's smiling and laughing. You both reminisce about school, notably ignoring the last few months. Finally, music starts to play again, and people get up to dance while tables are being cleared. You’re both sitting and watching at first. You were hesitant to join the crowd because of your two left feet. However, you promised Yuna a fun prom, so you get up.

“Come on, Yuna. Let’s dance.” You offer your hand, and she jumps up, then pulls you to the dance floor. 

Fortunately, no one’s worrying about you bouncing and stepping around awkwardly since Yuna is killing it on the dance floor. Her impressive moves combined with her stunning beauty puts all the attention on her. Soon, she chills down with the dancing and gets closer to you as the crowd grows. Yuna grabs your hands and makes you hold her just as you did earlier during the picture but this time, there’s no space between you two. She starts moving seductively, swaying her hips, subtly grinding against you.

You’re shocked, but you go along with the flow. Spin Yuna around so that the two of you are face to face. She matches your huge smile.

After a few more minutes of dancing, a slow ballad begins, and more couples come out to the dance floor while everyone else makes room. You continue to hold onto Yuna and follow her pace. The deftness of her footwork doesn't surprise you.

To the side, Yuna’s ex is dancing with another girl, yet he continues eyeing Yuna.

“Hey,” Yuna says, grabbing your face, “forget about him. I know I did. This night is for us, Oppa.”

You look back towards Yuna, staring deeply into your eyes. Returning the gaze, your breath hitches. “Yuna, I just wanted to say thank you for even dragging me here in the first place. This really has been a night to remember.” 

“Oppa, I should be thanking you. Honestly, when all that happened before, I got nervous about coming here alone at first, but dumb me didn’t think about you as my partner until much later. That’s why I surprised you instead. I honestly didn’t pay much attention to our friendship, and I want to say I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s ok, Yuna. No matter what, I will always be by your side.” 

Left and right, she steps, and you follow. As you’re holding her waist, you can feel her heartbeat synchronizing to the same nervous rhythm as yours. Your faces naturally fall closer together.

Screech.

The music stops.

“Sorry about that ladies and gentlemen, we seem to be having some technical difficulties with our speakers, but we will get it up and running again in about five minutes, so go get a drink and get ready to keep dancing!”

The crowd moans in disapproval. Seems everyone was having some kind of moment.

You release your grip on Yuna and step back; the both of you are blushing. 

“Um, I'm gonna run to the restroom!” you exclaim. You sprint past everyone on the dance floor and quickly make it to a sink where you splash water on your face. “What was I thinking? She would never want to be with an idiot like me. I'm nobody.”

You wash your sweaty hands  and then head back out to the dance floor to look for Yuna, but after searching for a while, you can’t find her. Despite looking around the rest of the venue, you still can’t find her, so now you’re worried.

“Excuse me, have you seen Shin Yuna?” 

Everyone you ask shakes their head, so you keep going, asking more people till someone points out the side entrance of the gym. You run towards it and rush out as I hear some noise.

“Ryan, please stop! You’re hurting me!”

You run towards that noise and see Yuna and her ex, who has both his hands on her wrists. 

“Yuna, baby, I’m sorry. It was a mistake but we are perfect for each other, me and you.”

He then tries to kiss her, but Yuna pushes him away—not enough to release her from his grip. You rush towards them and punch Ryan on the side of his head. Immediately, he falls over, but you jump on top of him and keep hitting him.  “What the hell is wrong with you? She said to leave her alone! How dare you hurt the woman I love?!”

You even get blood on your knuckles with how many times you punch him but eventually, Yuna’s hand on your shoulder stops you.

“Oppa, it’s okay! Let’s just leave.”

You’re still fuming from seeing Ryan put his hands on her and you’re ready to hit him again, but Yuna grabs your face and makes you look at her. 

“Forget about him, let’s go home.”

When you see the worry on Yuna’s face, feel the grip of her fingers on you, you back away, holding her hand. Your breathing is heavy, though it slows down. “Fine. Fine. Home.”

Ryan lays on the floor in shock and luckily, the blood makes the scene look more exaggerated than it is since he’s okay enough to slowly try and get up. You keep your eyes on him, but when he collapses again, shaking his head, the two of you walk away.

You and Yuna head inside to clean yourselves up, then sneak out toward the front of the building to hop into your limo.

“Oh, you guys are early,” the driver says when you hop inside.

“Just take us home.”

“Of course.”

The drive back is silent with you just holding Yuna’s hand the entire time until you arrive home. After helping Yuna out of the limo, you tip the driver. 

Once you’re inside, Yuna sits on the couch in the living room while you go and grab two glasses of water. 

Silence.

You reach for one of the glasses at the same time as Yuna, and your hands touch, so you both pull back nervously. Something so simple as drinking water is made awkward by the tension in the air. 

“Go ahead, you first,” you say. “I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so aggressive toward Ryan. But the moment I saw him put his hands on you, I just couldn’t hold it in. I couldn’t lead you.” 

“I know you had my best interests at heart, but you can’t lose it like that. What if I wasn’t there to stop you? You could have kept hitting him and really gotten into trouble.” Yuna looks down solemnly.

“I know, I know, but I just couldn’t see the girl I have loved all my life get hurt.” 

Yuna remains silent till she touches your hand. “You love me?” she asks. 

This is it. Years of you holding in. Months of bad timing. It’s all brought you to this moment. 

“Yes, Yuna. I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you. I don’t even have to say how stunning you are, but you also had a heart of gold and stayed by my side all this time. I watched as you became the beautiful woman you are now, but deep in my heart, I just don’t know if I’m the man for you. But I had to tell you the truth anyway.” 

Yuna remains silent yet never lets go of your hand.

“I’m not as popular as Ryan, or as handsome, I know that. so I know you would never feel the same way but I—”

Yuna plants her lips on yours, and your eyes shoot wide open, but you soon melt into the kiss, returning the passion that she gives. Sitting side by side on the couch, you both twist into each other and embrace tightly. You hold the kiss long enough that when you pull back, you’re both gasping for air as you look at each other.

“I felt the same way all these years,” Yuna says, “yet you never had the guts to confess, and well… neither did I.” 

“What?!” you exclaim. 

“The only reason I dated Ryan was because he asked me, and I wanted to try to get my mind off you. I thought you didn’t like me back either. Maybe you just didn’t notice my flirting.“

At that moment, you realize how much of an idiot you are. All the small things add up: asking for hugs constantly, visiting your room for late-night movie marathons, holding your hand for small moments. 

Your jaw is open. “Wow. I am such an idiot.”

Yuna giggles and hugs you tight. “You’re mine now, got it?”

There it is again. That dangerously seductive lilt in her voice, a whole different side of Yuna revealed in a few words. Her hands climb up your back, landing on your head to pull you in for another kiss which you happily reciprocate. You both relax your bodies, though your hearts are anything but relaxed.

Once the kiss ends, you look at Yuna and nod. “And you are mine from now on,” you say.

This time, you’re the one pulling Yuna in for a kiss. Finding the position uncomfortable, she repositions herself to straddle you. Like hungry animals, your lips and tongues dance while you settle into each other’s bodies.

You open your eyes and retreat from the kiss first, looking at how cute Yuna is when she gets entranced by the kiss. Pouty lips, eyes closed tight. You stroke the side of her face and she opens her eyes, blushing. You grab Yuna by the waist and remove her from your lap. She looks confused at first, but it’s so that you can stand up and carry her toward your room. 

After you open your door, you drop the giggling Yuna on your bed. You pounce on top of her and once again, latch your lips on hers, continuing the aggressive assault of escalating lust. Yuna’s hands may have started innocently, reaching around your neck to hold onto you; however, they’re anything but when they start to tug on your jacket and pants. As she unbuttons you, your lips travel from her lips to her cheek, down to her jaw, all the way to her neck. Yuna moans quietly, cutely at the pleasure. Through the sensual high, she manages to take your jacket off as well as your tie. 

You stop the kiss. “Wait, Yuna. This has been an amazing night already. We don’t have to rush into this considering we are just now official.”

“I have been waiting for years and so have you. It’s ok. Let’s make this night one we’ll never forget in our relationship.“

Exploring into Yuna's eyes, you ascertain her sincerity, that she truly wants you. You pet her cheeks before making out again. In this kiss, your tongue pushes forward, and she accepts, parting her lips. When your tongue enters her mouth, you start to chase her tongue. 

Yuna grabs your shirt while she starts to unbutton it leisurely. The build-up is killing you, but you don’t want to rush things so you let her go at her own pace. Finally, once your shirt comes off, you return the favor by intimately grazing her shoulder at the neckline of her dress. Your lips follow your hands, sucking at her collarbone while you pull the red fabric down. Yuna makes small moans, pulls you closer, and whispers in your ear, “Mark me as yours.”

To satisfy her, you add more suction, enough to leave love bites. Meanwhile, the tight dress hugs her curves as you pull it down, the cloth bunching up under her chest. Eventually, you focus on taking off the whole thing, so you pull away and finish taking the dress off Yuna. She’s left in just her bra and underwear. 

At the same time, Yuna undoes your belt, then tugs down your pants, putting you in a similar state of undress.

Under your breath, you say, “Wow. You're so gorgeous.” 

“You aren’t so bad yourself,” Yuna says with a smirk while pulling you on top of her. 

Your kisses end up lower and lower on her chest until your lips are tasting the space between her tits. You can feel her heart sprinting just like yours. Reach around to her back, and you fumble with the clasp—nope—nope—nope, still not right. Of course, you have to mess it up at this—

Yuna boops your nose. “Hey. It’s okay.” Her smile is too sweet not to fall into. She bends her arms back to remove the bra herself, and the impromptu pose only bunches up her tits more.

Saliva from the corner of your mouth.

Slowly, teasingly, Yuna lets her perfectly-shaped tits slip out from under the bra before throwing it to the side. Though that move is confident, a blush grows on her cheeks, and she instinctively brings her arms to her chest. “Are they too small—”

Your mouth latches onto one of her nipples without hesitation while the other gets loving attention from your hand kneading it roughly.

Yuna moans at the suction of your lips. While she shifts around underneath you, you stay locked on her hardening bud, your tongue swirling around to taste like the most delectable candy. For every small motion, a couple fingers focused on her other breast’s nipple, a bit more weight on top of her. As she loses more of her control below you, Yuna finds herself grinding her crotch into your knee.

Her words are interjected by sharp breaths. “Oh, god, ah, that’s so good, ah, babe.” 

At the new moniker, your heart sinks in the best possible way. You move to the next breast, noting how slick with your spit her nipple has become—you really can’t stop drooling, can you? Continuing your assault on Yuna’s chest, swirling your tongue and sucking, you reach for her half-soaked underwear while Yuna does the same to you. Just as she shimmies out of her panties, your cock springs out. Though it was achingly stiff essentially the entire night from the moment you saw Yuna in her dress, the sight of Yuna fully nude brings you to a new height of arousal.

No, wait, another height. Yuna wraps her fingers around your cock, and you’re immediately brought weak with a small moan and a shiver.

“Oh, does that feel good?” Yuna asks as she sits up, prompting you to pull yourself back. The two of you are both on the mattress, on your knees, face to face. She giggles when she sees your deeply-shut eyes, your open mouth, your shuddered breaths.

You try your best to respond to Yuna yet barely manage to nod. Despite just being fingers around your shaft, something about being her fingers takes the air from your lungs.

Yuna looks down, her big eyes even bigger as she stares, and licks her lips. She sticks out her tongue and lets a glob of spit drip down to your cock. It gets her hands wet, which gets your dick wet, which lets her stroke faster. Your own hand truly cannot compare, especially when she looks back up and gazes into your soul. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” Yuna says with a dangerously lurid whisper.

“Do wh—”

A mouth around your cock—now you can’t talk even though Yuna is the one physically rendered speechless. With her lips wrapped, she makes some cute noises and looks up at you, almost pouting on your dick. She starts bobbing her head hesitantly, unsure exactly how to keep her mouth open, when to go faster, where to put her hands. If a word could leave your mouth, you’d tell her to do whatever she likes because you’re in paradise regardless.

In and out, further and further. Yuna’s tongue sticks out, flat along the side of your shaft as if she has much more oral experience, yet with the gagging and clumsy pushing, it’s clear she just excels the most with her tongue dexterity. A mayhem of choked noises and sloppy spit despite Yuna only being halfway down your length; she doesn’t care about the mess at all.

You can’t say you mind either, but you do want to watch how her eyes bounce around, so you brush her hair out of her face. With your dick in her mouth, Yuna goes from sheer lewd intent on your crotch to loving eye contact, then back to naughty when she winks—probably due to your tip hitting the back of her throat. Needing an extra breath, Yuna pulls back while still leaving her lips sealed around the head of your cock. All her attention is at your throbbing tip as she twirls her tongue around the ridge, which takes the very light out of your eyes.

Too soon, you’re already reaching your limit, but can you expect any more tenacity for your first blowjob?

“Yuna, baby, I’m gonna blow,” you say weakly.

You tap her head in warning, yet Yuna doesn’t seem to care. She builds up more speed, more spit around your shaft, more of her tongue swishing around. The last thing you see is her eyes, wide as ever, then the tension unfurls. Grab onto the sides of her head, and you feel guilty for a split second. One, two, three shots of cum fire straight down her throat, as you cum like never before. When you see a tear from Yuna’s eyes, you pull back while your cock is still pulsating.

However, she grabs your waist and dives back in, plugging her mouth tightly around your dick as more of your load cascades out. “Ohhh, my god, hnh,” you say in shudders. 

While you caress Yuna’s face, she sucks the last drops out before withdrawing of her own volition. She straightens up, smiles, and opens her mouth. An unfathomable amount of your pearly semen coats her tongue and cheeks, yet with the same smile, she swallows the whole thing. Yuna moans deliciously—“Mm, mmm”—then sticks her now clean tongue out—“Ahh.”

Deep breaths. You rub her shoulder while catching yourself and bringing yourself back to full awareness. “Damn. Phew. Where did you learn how to do that?” 

“I have plenty of toys to practice with. The amount of times I played with them and pretended it was you fucking me is more than I can count. I didn’t expect to like the taste that much though. Or to swallow that much.”

You’re shocked at her naughty playfulness, but it fits her too well. You quickly grab her and spin her onto the mattress as you kiss her whole body from her perky breasts, to her toned abs, to her long legs and milky thighs until you reach her pussy. 

“Sorry about cumming early,” you say, “but I’ll give you something in return.”

You crawl backward and place your face between your legs—you could live here forever. Yuna strokes your hair, and your pride is immediately soothed. Besides, it was inevitable with a woman as hot as her. You admire her pussy, not only with your blazing eyes (your seriousness reddening Yuna’s face) but also with your fingers which trace her folds. Methodically, as though your tongue needs to memorize every last fold, you lick and follow the same path as your digits. Around. Between. Every move you make earns a shiver throughout her body. 

Yuna’s moans are soft and adorable, only making you want to give her more pleasure. After giving her thighs a subtle tickle, you center your aim toward the dripping hole itself, pointing a rigid finger and giving her an intent look. Upon her nod, you push a finger inside the soft pink entrance. Though you slide in and out, you take your time so that you can learn her body inside and out. It’s a simple challenge in the whole scheme of things: the deeper you go, the wetter she gets.

“More, Oppa.”

So another finger goes in, spreading her pussy lips wider. Above your fingers, you give deep kisses, making out with the sloppily-soaked hole. Your sampling becomes sloppier too when that kiss becomes a one-sided French kiss as your tongue adds support by invading the needy entrance.

Yuna becomes more vocal with her noises and impales herself into your timid fingers by rocking her hips forward. You’ve been careful with the thrusting of your digits so far. It’s just like the blowjob; you’re slowly learning just how much more she can really take.

Even wider your digits spread, and you see the small nub at the top of Yuna’s pussy; your tongue gives it particular attention. Tiny whimpers turn into less restrained whines, so you become more assertive yourself.

Yuna pulls you closer by the hair, choking you with her thighs, and she can’t hold back her words. “Right fucking there! Eat my pussy, baby, make me cum!”

You’d love nothing more, so that’s the plan; however, you can only reply with actions now. One more finger.

“Mhm, mhm, that’s it!”

Though you don’t know much, you know that if a woman says to keep doing the same thing, you better fucking keep doing the same thing.

“I’m—I’m—Ahhh!”

Soft flesh clenches around your damp fingers while Yuna’s fingers now clench your sweaty hair. Her voice pierces the warm air. Legs dig into your neck—you’re perfectly okay with all the rough treatment. It’s all worth it. Juices from her pussy come out, flooding your mouth, and in rampant desire, you try to drink it all. Yuna is a quiver, yet all you can think about is sucking her pussy dry.  Sure, her nectar is musky, yet in your mind, it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted.

When she’s finally wrung dry, her taut limbs slacking, you back away and watch her beauty in awe as she slowly comes down from her climax. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

Her chest falls up and down to take in as much air as possible. “Th-thank you. Ff… Oppa. So much better than any of my toys.”

You climb back on top of her. To kiss her cheek, to play with her hair, to repeat the obvious truthful praise of her gorgeousness, they’re all to show her how much you love her in the small gestures.

Yuna smirks. A big gesture—she grabs your cock to stroke it.

“As much fun as that was, there is still the main event. “

While keeping your dick in her hand, Yuna leans forward so she can place small pecks on your balls and lick them playfully before kissing her way up your cock. Once she reaches your tip, she twists her tongue around it, getting as much wetness as she can on your member.

“Fuck, so hard again?”

You didn’t even notice. It’s like you didn’t skip a beat.

“Such a perfect dick,” Yuna adds between licks, “and now you can last longer for me.” 

Yuna gets on her back again and spreads her pussy lips with two fingers while the other hand aligns your cock with her snug hole. She mouths the words “fuck me”, but every part of her is already saying that, especially her gaze. This Yuna shocks you since she’s always been the sweet girl next door, though that contrast turns you on even more. 

However, you realize something important. “Wait, Yuna. I don’t have a condom. We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why not?” she whines. “I’m safe today. And honestly, who cares? Just make me yours. We’ve already wasted enough time.” 

You hesitate for a bit but the lust in Yuna’s eyes spreads to you easily. How could you ever deny this woman?

The feeling of warmth from between her legs transforms into wetness coating your cock as you push through the resistance of her plush pussy. Yuna winces but nods at you to continue. Through the mind-bending pleasure, the disbelief of the whole situation, you bring yourself to the hilt. Your arms holding yourself up above her are weak, and you feel even weaker with your face only a centimeter away from her ethereal visage.

All grace is ruined by her words. “Oppa, your cock… it’s so good. I want you to fuck me until my pussy is wrecked, b-but you’re bigger than my toys. Sorry. Let’s just wait a second.”

“No need for sorry, baby. Take your time.” You acquiesce, halt the motion of your hips, then stoop down to kiss her again. The kiss seems to distract her for a bit as she tenses less. Though your cock can physically feel the way her inner muscles relax the more care you give, she’s still squeezing you enough to blow your mind.

“You can go now, enjoy yourself, baby.”

“I will—” Pull your shaft almost all the way out, then slide back in “—as long as you do too.”

Yuna gulps. You take note of that little bulge passing through her neck as she swallows her own saliva—because her tight tummy has a similar bulge that grows and disappears every time your cock plunges inside. 

Soon, you find a constant rhythm in your hips. Your hands explore down Yuna’s fit body, from brushing through her hair to massaging her tits and tickling her belly distended from your shaft’s size. Settling at her waist and grasping tightly, you urge her to move too. You pull her back and forth, and Yuna starts grinding into your crotch, accompanied by needy mewls.

“That’s right, keep fucking me, harder, har… derrr, ugh!”

Don’t need to be told twice. You burn through your stamina, through the enticing tightness, and pound into Yuna faster now, earning more short gasps.  Her walls tense up again as you continue to build up speed, but before your mind can process it, Yuna wraps her arms around your neck and greedily kisses you.

When Yuna releases the lip-lock, she shouts, “Right there! Don’t you dare fucking stop!” 

You realize your cock is pistoning into Yuna at such an angle that each shove pulls a yelp out of her. Whenever you graze that soft patch with your tip, her legs tremble: you’ve found her G-spot. Maybe. Whatever you’re doing is working, and every little reaction makes you want to impale Yuna with more strength.

“Fuck, Yuna, your pussy is the best!” 

Her hands are tugging on your hair hard enough to send tingles to your scalp. “I fucking love your dick too. Don’t stop till I fucking cum again.” 

Look into Yuna’s eyes. They’re not only mesmerizing but laden with perverse love. Of course, you have to keep destroying her pussy. But even more than that, you need to feel her cum around your cock. 

Your other hand reaches down to find her clit. Yuna realizes what your maladroit fingers are trying to accomplish, so she guides you to the tiny spot of pleasure. She gasps when you gesture miniature circles at the same delirious speed as your thrusting, the sum total of felicity overpowering her. 

“Fuck! Cumming! I, I, I’m…” Yuna’s juices flood down your cock while she shakes, her walls getting so tight you have to pull out. Luckily, there’s enough give that you can leave your cockhead between her lips while the orgasm rocks her.

When Yuna pushes your weight off of her, she’s still shaking, breathing like she’s lacking air. After a minute, she finally speaks up again. 

“Wow. Oppa, you really know how to treat a girl right. But I had my fun. Time for you to cum,“ Yuna says with a full determination that invigorates you. 

You pick Yuna up and spin her onto her tummy so her butt is facing you.  “This ass is amazing.” 

Yuna giggles when you peck at it just as much as the rest of her body, all around her asscheeks, down to her thighs—and a long kiss on her pussy with enough suction to make Yuna moan into your pillow. She lifts her butt up and shakes it before getting on her hands and knees. 

“I’m all yours. Use me.”

In spite of all that's happened tonight, Yuna's newfound intensity still confounds you. At the same time, it lights a spark within you. You get up and kneel behind her, lining up your shaft with her cunt again. 

At a torturously slow pace (you don't know for whom it's more torturous), you push your length back inside the slick, waiting entrance. 

Yuna looks back, her drunk expression accentuated with a deadly smirk. “You don’t have to hold back now, fucking make me sore. Make my legs hurt. Make my body remember your dick, dream about your dick.”

Grab Yuna by the waist, plunge all the way inside, no more damned waiting. Wasted months, wasted seconds—the fuck is the difference? Already, you’re thrusting into Yuna with enough force to make the mattress recoil. Her pussy is so wet that it squelches audibly, and that wetness collects to a white cream that dirties your cock, only to be cleaned by the snug fit of her pussy lips. 

Yuna did say to use her: You grab her wrists and pull her arms behind her back so that only her knees dig into the mattress. With your own knees, you spread her legs apart, and Yuna squeaks in surprise as she sinks into your cock more easily. Pulling her back further, you straighten Yuna's posture so that you can plant your lips on her neck. Each ass-rippling thrust of your cock is followed by a kiss deep enough to mark her. 

You let go of one of her hands so that you can wrap your arm around her chest and knead her tits again. “Fuck, I might get addicted to this,” you say through grunts.

“Me too! I, oh, god, oh, fuck, fuck! Nngh, I’m, so, you, cock, big, fuck!” The only intelligible words that continue to stream from her lips are curse words loud enough that the neighbors might hear. 

Finally, you start to notice that recognizable knot in your stomach. Despite your climax earlier, you know this snap will be much stronger, that your load is going to absolutely flood Yuna. It’s the sort of peak that you’ve never accomplished alone—the intimacy of fucking the most beautiful woman in your life turns you rougher, more primal than your wildest imaginations.

“Baby I’m gonna fucking cum soon.” Your hand grips her hair, the other on her midriff to keep her in place so you can pound her as harshly as you can.

“Where, mh—cum? Ass? Tits? Tummy? Just, fucking, whatever, hgh, you want.”

Gasping for a bit of air, you give Yuna your answer: “Get down, I’m gonna paint that pretty face.” 

“Of course.”

You stop posting into Yuna, your soaked cock comes out from her pussy. Stand on the mattress, and she quickly kneels and sucks your cock like there was no tomorrow. Yuna smirks, then brings your dick down her throat—you almost cum at that moment.

Luckily, Yuna stops in time, backs away, and strokes your cock in front of her face. She bites her lip.

“Paint this pretty face with your cum. Don’t leave any part of my face clean.”

Those were the words you needed to hear. You throb and explode like you never have before—that includes just moments ago. The first wave washes over you fiercely, making your shaft pulse and shoot out, hitting her forehead. Each subsequent spurt of your cum haphazardly stains different parts of her face: some goes in her eyes, some on her cheeks, plenty on her pouty lips, while the rest drips down her chin.

You nearly pass out from how hard you came, falling on the bed while Yuna shows off the sticky white mess you made on her face. A proud, ethereal smile, sullied by globs of semen.

Yuna wipes her eyelids, then scoops up some of the cum from her cheeks. She puts it in her mouth and drinks it happily. 

“Yummy.” 

Even though you're absolutely fatigued, you run to your bathroom and bring Yuna a towel. 

“Thank you, baby.”

Yuna cleans her face while you find something for her to wear. You find a pair of matching white t-shirts. When Yuna puts the shirt on, it fits much bigger on her. You lay down and sigh in fatigue, and she lays next to you.

You kiss her forehead.  “That was fucking crazy.” 

“You’re right about that. I’ve never cum like that before. I’m so glad I let you take my virginity.” 

You look at her, surprised at what you just heard. In the back of your head, you always assumed you were too late. 

Yuna sees your face and laughs. That bright expression is the Yuna you remember. “Yes, I was a virgin, I was saving myself for the man I loved, and I knew I had to be honest with myself, that it was always you. I’m glad I waited too ‘cause you sure know what you are doing.“

“Oh, I kinda got a bit… lucky but, yeah, thank you. I’m a virgin too, even though I wasn’t planning on saving myself for you—wait, no, I mean, I definitely was, I just thought I never had a chance because you’re too—”

Lips stop you from further stumbling. Yuna shushes you curtly. “We just had sex, babe. It’s okay.” You realize every part of her, from the lustful to lovely, is what makes her so striking, and all the love in her eyes lets your wandering mind slow down, lets you return the same sincerity.

Obviously, you love kissing Yuna’s lips, but there’s something about her whole face that you need to pepper with smooches, and she giggles as you go from her cheek to her forehead down to her jaw again. She hugs you tighter.

“You know what the best part is? That’s just the first of many times,” Yuna says, purring in your ear. The warmth of her breath and her body wrapped around yours is enough to bring you to rest.

Though somewhere in the depths of sleep, you hear the words “I love you.”

The next thing you see is the morning sun falling on the perfection of Yuna’s face while you cuddle her tightly. Any dishevelment from last night is gone. As you take deep breaths, you hear her stirring too. Though Yuna’s eyes are still closed, she hugs you back. You love the way that your bed, your pillows, your sheets now smell like her.

You hear small giggles from outside, so you look towards the door now ajar and see Ryujin there taking pictures. When Lia, Chaeryeong, and Yeji lean too hard on the door, it opens and they all fall over.

You whisper-yell “Yah!” as best as you can to not wake up Yuna, but she hears you and sits up, looking at you in confusion. The confusion is supplanted by anger when she looks at the girls.

Yuna yells much louder—“YAH!”—and the other girls run back to your kitchen. 

Despite her frustration, or more accurately because of it, you laugh, grabbing Yuna’s hand.

“Apparently, they don’t know what privacy is,” Yuna says with a pout.

You laugh with Yuna and grab her for a hug. Actually, when did they get in? Whatever. Your hands climb up to Yuna's face, caressing her adorable cheeks. “What a night to remember, huh?” 

When Yuna smiles back at you, you dive back into her lips and kiss her deeply, marking your new relationship. 

Guess life can work in funny ways.