Crossed Paths

ISA POV:

The weekend passed in a blur of tangled sheets and slow kisses, the memory of Chaeng and Kyunghwan incident is fading like a bruise. By Monday, things were almost normal, if normal meant a group chat where Chaeng sent increasingly unhinged messages ("miss u guys 😘") and Kyunghwan followed up with winking emojis. Jiwon groaned every time his phone buzzed, but I caught him smiling once when he thought I wasn’t looking.

We fell back into our rhythm easily, stealing moments whenever we can, his hands gentle as he pinned me against the kitchen counter, my laughter muffled against his lips. Even the way he fucked me changed, slower, deeper, like he was relearning my body without the heat of competition. "God, I love you," I whispered once, breathless, and the way his grip tightened on my hips made my chest ache.

The group chat exploded at random intervals, Chaeng's blurry selfie with Kyunghwan's hand disappearing under her shirt, followed by Kyunghwan's reply "She started it 😈". Jiwon left them on read, but I caught him zooming in on Chaeng's flushed expression once, his thumb hovering over the screen before he tossed his phone aside with a grunt.

Thursday arrived, paperwork piled on my desk. My lunch break vanished into spreadsheets and coffee. Chaeng's latest text, a suggestive selfie with her lips wrapped around a lollipop, flashed on my screen, Kyunghwan’s immediate “🔥” beneath it. 

Jiwon had left for Busan early, his kiss lingering on my temple, his scent clinging to mine. “See you  on Sunday,” he’d murmured, fingers brushing my waist as he slipped out, the promise of new frames for his shop brightening his tired eyes.

The group chat pinged again, Chaeng’s face pressed against the train window, the blur of countryside streaking behind her, captioned “Off to Busan for a photoshoot 😜.” Kyunghwan responded instantly: “Don’t break any cameras, gorgeous.” Jiwon’s lone thumbs-up appeared minutes later, detached, polite. I typed a quick “Safe trip” before silencing my phone, the office printer wheezing to life beside me. Outside, the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over my unfinished reports.

Midnight crept up unnoticed, the hum of the AC is the only sound left in the empty office. My fingers cramped around the mouse as I attached the final document, sending it off with a tired exhale. 

The elevator groaned on its way down, the flickering lights in the lobby making my head ache. The bus stop was deserted when I arrived, the last bus sighing to a halt just as I slumped onto its seat. The ride home blurred into fragments: the driver’s sleepy yawn, the ache in my lower back, neon signs reflecting off its window making my headache feel more terrible.

The shower takes away the exhaustion. Jiwon’s pillow smelled like him when I buried my face in it, and I fell asleep before I could overthink Chaeng’s latest text, Kyunghwan’s emoji replies, or the way Jiwon’s fingers lingered on my wrist before he left. 

Morning arrives abruptly, my boss’s email notification buzzing my phone awake at 7:03AM, three words sharpening the day into focus: Presentation at 10.

We closed the deal past 4PM, Our Boss slapped the table and declared drinks on the company for a job well done.

We clocked out early, went to the company's favorite bar and celebrated with soju, beer and unlimited anju for our team. The place smelled like samgyupsal and cheap alcohol, the sticky tables already littered with empty bottles from our celebration.

It was around 8PM when the team called it quits, the boys dragged our boss to a taxi, and we bid farewell to each other. As I walked towards my bus stop, rain suddenly started pouring, not the gentle kind that lulls you to sleep, but the violent sort that soaks through your clothes in seconds.

I ran toward the bus stop to take shelter, but missed the bus when I got there. The taillights blurred through the downpour as the bus pulled away, leaving me standing stupidly with one arm outstretched like I could will it back. Rain slid down my neck, soaking through my blouse until it clung transparently to my skin. The soju made me feel warm. The streetlights looked fuzzy and bright.

Then someone tapped my shoulder.

There he was, Kyunghwan soaked in the rain, smiling like an idiot. (He is, I thought to myself.) "Hi there," he said, shaking his head like a wet dog, droplets flying off his dark hair. His white shirt clung transparently to his chest, the outline of his tattoos visible through the fabric, a dragon across his ribs, something I hadn't noticed that night at Jiwon's apartment.

He took a selfie while I was in the background, then sent it to the group chat with a wink emoji: "look who I met soaking wet." The silence that followed was deafening, no immediate replies from Chaeng, no sarcastic reply from Jiwon.

Kyunghwan's fingers were warm despite the rain, tipping my chin up with a rough gentleness that made my breath hitch. The bright neon sign from the convenient store lit up his smirk in a harsh pink light. "That Jiwon," he murmured, thumb brushing the raindrop clinging to my lower lip, "is extremely lucky to have such a looker of a girlfriend." The words should've felt like teasing, they always did when Chaeng said them, but the way his gaze dragged down my soaked blouse turned them into something heavier.

Maybe it was the alcohol, the cheap soju and beer still buzzing faintly in my body but I didn’t stop him when his fingers slid down to my wrist, his grip firm but gentle. Kyunghwan grinned wide, his teeth showing. Rain dripped from his chin as he pulled me along. With every step, our shoes splashed through puddles from the rain. 

"Come on," he murmured, voice low enough that I felt it more than heard it, the vibration threading through the space between us. I should’ve pulled away. Should’ve laughed it off, made an excuse about the bus, about Jiwon, about anything. But the rain kept falling, and my body moved anyway, following him like it had already decided without me.

The next thing I knew, he was pulling me towards the closest cheap hotel, Kyunghwan’s grip was unrelenting, his fingers threaded through mine like he expected resistance, like he wanted me to pull away just so he could tighten his hold.

The door clicked shut behind us. Kyunghwan didn’t hesitate he shoved me toward the bed, the cheap sheets scratched against my soaked thighs as I stumbled backward. "Strip," he ordered, already yanking his shirt over his head, water droplets flying off his skin. I clutched the hem of my blouse, my fingers numb from cold or nerves, I couldn’t tell. Kyunghwan kicked off his shoes, his socks landing with a wet slap near the bathroom door. "Why are you still dressed?" he asked, eyebrow arched as he walked toward the room’s tiny washing machine, his jeans unbuttoned but still clinging to his hips.

"It's not like I haven't seen that," Kyunghwan said with a smirk, his fingers already working on his belt buckle. "Or do you need some help taking those clothes off?" Water dripped from his dark hair onto the hotel carpet as he stepped closer. My fingers trembled against my soaked blouse buttons not from cold, His gaze cut right through the thin fabric, as if I were already naked in front of him.

He hung his belt and threw all his clothes, including his boxers into the washer, completely naked as he walked toward me. Rainwater still glistened on his shoulders, "We don't want you to get sick now, do we, Ms. Chaeyoung?" he murmured against my ear, his breath warm against the chill clinging to my skin. His hands slid under my soaked blouse, fingertips skimming my ribs as he peeled the fabric away. I shuddered, not from the cold, but from the way he said my name.

I don’t know if I wanted this or if it was the alcohol, but I let him strip me completely. His hands glided down my skin, toward my skirt, unclasping it with practiced ease, letting it fall to the floor. The damp fabric pooled around my ankles, and I stepped out of it like shedding a second skin. Kyunghwan’s fingers traced the curve of my hips, He touched me lightly but carefully, like he was trying to memorize the shape of me. “There,” he murmured, voice rough with something that wasn’t just amusement. “Better.”

His fingers glided back to my chin, tilting it up before his lips hovered just above mine close enough that I could smell the alcohol between our breaths, warm and sharp. "Do you want me to remove them too?" Kyunghwan murmured, His eyes went straight to my soaked bra and panties clinging transparently to my skin.

I nodded. "Good girl," Kyunghwan murmured against my lips before pecking them lightly. His fingers moved behind my back, unhooking my bra in one smooth motion. The soaked lace slid down my arms, pooling at my feet. His palms skimmed my waist as he crouched, fingertips hooking into the sides of my panties. The fabric peeled away from my skin with a wet sound, leaving me bare beneath his gaze.

Kyunghwan's nose brushed my inner thigh as he inhaled deeply, his breath hot against my damp skin. "Fuck," he murmured, the words vibrating against me, "you smell nice. Too nice." His tongue darted out, a quick flick against my clit that made my hips jerk.

Kyunghwan dragged his tongue slowly up my thigh. His mouth was warm, almost hot. Meanwhile, the AC blew cold air against my skin. His lips pressed against the curves of my hips, teeth grazing just enough to make me shiver. Then higher along my navel, pausing to circle a nipple with agonizing slowness, his breath hot against the damp skin. I arched into his touch, biting back a whimper as his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak before continuing upward.

His lips neared my neck. I shuddered as his stubble scraped my skin. Then he nibbled my ear, just a teasing bite before murmuring, "Let's get your clothes washed before~" A sharp spank landed on my ass, the sting spreading hot across my skin. "~this," he finished, his smirk audible. I gasped, but Kyunghwan was already gathering my soaked clothes in one hand, tossing them into the washer, and slamming the door shut with his hip. The machine whirred to life as he turned back to me, his gaze raking over my bare skin like he was counting every mark he planned to leave.

"Now where were we?" Kyunghwan murmured against my lips, tucking a damp strand of hair behind my ear before pushing me down to my knees. The hotel's AC prickled against my bare skin, but his fingers were warm as they tangled my hair, guiding me forward. His cock already hard against my cheek, his scent of rain and musk and something sharper flooded my senses as I inhaled shakily.

He slapped my face with his dick, the wet smack ringing sharp in the quiet room. I jerked back, but his grip in my hair held firm. "You're not even as big as my Jiwon,"I spat out the words, defiant. My heart pounded hard in my chest. Kyunghwan's smirk didn't fade. If anything, it grew. His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, deliberate as if tasting my defiance. "I know, Chaeyoung," he murmured, voice rough with amusement. "But you'll still love mine as much as him." His fingers tightened, tilting my head back until I had no choice but to meet his gaze.

It's probably the alcohol that made me do this. The thought flickered through my mind as Kyunghwan's cock nudged my parted lips, slick with precum. The scent of him, musky and warm filled my nose, mixing with the lingering burn of soju on my tongue. My defiance wavered, my mouth opening wider instinctively, and he let out a low chuckle that vibrated through his hips. "There she is," he murmured, guiding himself deeper with a rough stroke of his fingers through my hair.

The taste of him was unfamiliar, salty, musky and something that made my throat tighten reflexively. I kept my movements slow, my tongue tracing his cock hesitantly, unsure of the rhythm, how much pressure, how deep. Kyunghwan let out a ragged exhale, his fingers twitching in my hair but not pushing yet. "Cute," he muttered, voice thick with amusement, "but you can do better than that."

I tried to hollow my cheeks like I'd seen in videos, my lips stretching tighter around him, but my jaw ached almost instantly. A pathetic little whimper escaped me as I pulled back slightly, breathing through my nose, my wet  lips catching on the head of his cock. Kyunghwan's chuckle was dark, his hips rolling forward just enough to nudge himself back between my lips. "Take your time," he taunted, though the way his fingers tightened in my hair, I knew his patience was thinning.

Then, without warning, his grip turned punishing. Kyunghwan twisted his fingers tighter in my hair, forcing my head forward until his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged instinctively, saliva pooling at the corners of my mouth as tears pricked my eyes. "Slow doesn't mean lazy," he said, his voice rough but not unkind. His thumb brushed away a tear trailing down my cheek, the gesture almost tender before he used that same hand to push deeper.

My jaw ached from the stretch with unfamiliar effort. Kyunghwan groaned when my tongue finally flicked upward along his shaft, clumsy, unpracticed, but enough to make his hips jerk. "There," he exhaled, easing his grip just enough to let me pull back for air. His smirk was lazy, satisfied, as he watched me catch my breath. "Now do that again. Faster."

I tried. Really, I did. But my inexperience showed in every uneven bob of my head, every time my teeth grazed him by accident. Kyunghwan hissed, his free hand gripping the headboard for leverage. "Fuck, you're terrible at this," he muttered, but the way his cock twitched against my tongue betrayed him.

"That Jiwon," Kyunghwan mused, slapping my cheeks lightly with his cock, the sound sharp in the humid air between us. "Really turned soft." His smirk was lazy, My lips stung where his skin had struck, heat spreading across my face in a way that had nothing to do with shame. "Don't worry," he murmured, thumb tracing the bottom of my lips, "after tonight, you'll be so much better at sucking cock." The words curled around me, equal parts promise and taunt.

I wanted to protest, to bite his thumb, to remind him Jiwon had never complained, but Kyunghwan didn't give me the chance. His fingers tightened in my hair again, tilting my head back until all I could see was the sharp angle of his jaw, the dark amusement in his eyes. "Open," he commanded, and something in his voice made my mouth obey before my pride could catch up.

His cock slid between my lips with practiced ease, the head bumping against the back of my throat. I gagged instinctively, tears pooling at the corners of my eyes, but Kyunghwan didn't pull back. "Breathe through your nose," he instructed, his voice rough but oddly patient, like he was coaching me through a workout. His hips rolled forward slightly, just enough to make my throat flutter around him. "Good girl."

Kyunghwan's thrusts turned erratic, his fingers tightening in my hair like he was trying to fuse them there. The rhythm was merciless, shallow, quick jerks that left me gasping between each intrusion, spit dripping down my chin, my throat spasming around him. "Almost," he growled, hips stuttering, and then heat flooded my mouth. He groaned, deep and guttural, pulsing against my tongue until I swallowed reflexively, the bitter tang coating my throat.

He pulled out with a wet pop, his thumb swiping across my swollen lips to collect the mess. "Good girl," he murmured, but the praise was fleeting. In one motion, he picked me up by the arms and tossed me back into the bed. My head hung over the edge, the blood rushing uncomfortably to my head as he loomed above, his cock still glistening with my saliva. "Lesson two," he announced, nudging my knees apart with his thigh. "Hold still."

The night blurred into a relentless cycle of heat and humiliation. Kyunghwan used my mouth like it was his personal plaything, slow, deep thrusts that left me gagging one moment, sharp slaps of his hips the next that made tears streak down my forehead. Every time my fingers crept toward my own aching need, his hand would stop mine with a punishing grip, pinning my wrist to the mattress with a smirk. "Earn it," he'd taunt, dragging his cock over my swollen lips before pushing back in.

I lost track of how many times he came down my throat, across my tongue, once painting stripes over my face like some twisted work of art. He'd laugh when I coughed, wiping his mess into my skin with his thumb before feeding himself back between my lips. "Swallow," he'd order, and my body obeyed even when it hurt my pride.

Eventually, he fucked me properly, no games, no teasing, just deep, steady strokes that filled me until I couldn’t tell where his body ended and mine began. My thighs trembled around his hips as he pressed me into the bed, his grip bruising on my waist, his breath hot against my neck. There was no laughter now, no taunts, just the slick sound of skin against skin, the creak of the cheap hotel bedframe, and the ragged gasps we couldn’t stop. I came first, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the cry he’d teased out of me, and Kyunghwan followed soon after, his groan muffled against my collarbone as he spilled inside me. Then we passed out.

Chaeyoung POV:

The rain hadn’t let up all day. Typical Busan, endless gray skies and the smell of salt clinging to everything. My pictorial was postponed, leaving me stranded in this stupid hotel with nothing but room service and the hollow ache between my thighs to keep me company.

The hotel bar smelled like whiskey and leather, the dim lighting doing nothing to hide the way Jiwon’s shoulders filled out that navy shirt as he hunched over his drink. I’d recognize that posture anywhere, the way his fingers tapped twice against the glass before lifting it. He was pissed. Or brooding. With Jiwon, it was always hard to tell.

The seat creaked as I sat down, the scent of Jiwon’s cologne—something familiar cutting through the stale whiskey in the air. His fingers froze mid-tap against his glass.

 "What are the odds?" I murmured, leaning my elbow on the bar, close enough that our sleeves brushed.

"Hey," he said flatly, not looking up from his whiskey.  I pouted and leaned in closer. My breath brushed his cheek as I waited for his reaction, that little twitch in his jaw when I annoyed him. . But Jiwon didn’t react. He just stared straight, his grip tightening slightly on the glass. The ice clinked as he swirled it. The sound cut through the quiet bar.  

"Sorry," Jiwon muttered. He swirled his whiskey, avoiding my eyes. "Got a lot on my mind." 

I leaned in, resting my chin on his shoulder. His familiar scent cut through the alcohol. "Mind sharing?" I teased, nipping his ear. "I'm all ears."

He sighed hard, shoulders sinking under my weight. The bartender glanced at us, then pretended to polish a glass far down the counter. Jiwon turned his glass, catching the dim light. "Well," he said finally, "it's about you and Kyunghwan."

"About last week," Jiwon said. His voice was deep and rough, like gravel. His hand shook slightly as he held the whiskey glass. Then he set it down carefully.

I watched his jaw tense up. His throat moved as he swallowed. My fingers drew slow circles on the back of his hand where it rested on the bar.

"You liked it, didn't you?" I whispered, shifting closer until our legs touched under the counter.

He sighed again that deep, tired sound that made his shoulders drop. He turned to me at last. His dark eyes locked onto mine, so intense it stole my breath. 

"That's the problem," he said. "I did like it." 

The words hung there between us. Honest. Exposed. Not something Jiwon usually shows.

I didn't give him time to overthink. My lips were on his before he could speak, tasting whiskey and something deeper, something familiar. My fingers traced up his arm, feeling the way his muscles tightened, then eased. When we broke apart just enough to breathe. Our foreheads stayed touching. "Then there's no problem," I whispered, grazing his lip with mine. "Right?"

"There will be," Jiwon said against my lips. His breath smelled like whiskey. He pulled me closer, his hands gripping my waist through my dress. That old possessive touch made me shiver. 

The bartender slid our bill across the counter. Jiwon threw down his card without looking away from me. "We'll deal with it when it happens," he said.

The elevator ride felt endless. His thumb traced slow circles on my lower back while his thigh pressed firmly against mine. His cologne surrounded me like another layer of skin. Each floor light blinking by made time stretch.  

When the doors finally opened, Jiwon grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hallway. His steps were fast, impatient.  

The hotel door clicked shut behind us. Instantly, his hands were on me—one gripping my hair, the other digging into my waist hard. Before I could catch my breath, his lips crashed into mine, hot and urgent. I arched against him, my back pressing into the door as his tongue slid against mine. Sparks shot down my spine at the contact.

He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to tug his shirt off. The fabric caught on his watch for a second before he threw it aside. The soft light from the bedside lamp showed the muscles in his shoulders moving as he undid his belt slow, deliberate. I held my breath. He was taking his time, watching me watch him.

My dress slipped to the floor with a quiet sound. Now I stood there in just lace underwear. Jiwon let out a low whistle, appreciative, hungry. The sound sent shivers up my spine. He walked toward the bed, wearing only his boxers now. The light played over his thighs with each step. I grabbed him halfway, fingers in his hair, dragging his mouth back to mine.

His kisses were relentless, hot and open down my neck, teeth scraping my collarbone, then his tongue soothing the spot. His hands gripped my breasts like he couldn’t get enough of them, thumbs circling until my nipples ached. When he finally took one in his mouth, sucking hard, I gasped and arched off the bed. His other hand slid lower, fingertips teasing under my panties. He laughed against my skin when he felt how wet I was, his breathing ragged. "Is this what you wanted?" he murmured. Then he dragged his thumb through me and brought it to his lips.

I grabbed his hair before he could tease me more. With a frustrated groan, I pushed his head between my thighs. Jiwon went along at first then he didn't. At the last second, his lips veered left, pressing hot, teasing kisses along my inner thigh instead. I bucked against nothing, nails digging into his shoulders. "Jiwon," I warned. He just grinned up at me, breath warm against my damp skin.

I gasped as the lace finally peeled away. The wet fabric caught on my thighs before Jiwon yanked it down completely. He held my soaked panties up between them, dangling from his fingers like some kind of prize. Then he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. The smirk on his lips sent heat rushing up my spine.  

"Fuck," he muttered, voice rough. He dragged the damp lace across my parted lips. My taste bloomed sharp and salty on my tongue. I whimpered. "Shhh," Jiwon breathed against my mouth, pressing the fabric harder with his thumb. "Let me take care of you tonight."

His fingers slid between my thighs without warning. The first touch against my slick heat tore a ragged gasp from my throat. Jiwon chuckled lowly, pinning my hips to the mattress with his other hand. His fingers moved in slow, teasing circles over my clit just enough to make my hips jerk, never enough to push me over. 

"Look at you," he murmured, dragging his nose along my throat as his fingers worked me open slowly. "Soaked through before I've even fucked you properly." His words burned against my skin. His breath hitched when my nails scraped down his back.

Jiwon didn't hold back. His tongue moved fast and firm up my slit. The sudden pleasure made me jerk off the bed. His forearm pinned me down hard. "Stay," he growled against my thigh. I felt his voice rumble through me.

Then he slowed down. His warm tongue spread me open like he wanted to taste everything. When he circled my clit just right, I grabbed the sheets tight. His breathing was heavy against my sensitive skin.

I whimpered, but he didn't stop. He lifted my leg over his shoulder, opening me wider. His mouth closed over my clit with a wet suck. My back arched sharply as his tongue flicked fast against me. A rough sound escaped my throat.

Jiwon moaned against me. The vibration went straight through my body. His fingers pressed hard into my hips, keeping me still. "You taste so good," he muttered between licks. His stubble scratched my inner thighs. "Gonna to make you cum just like this."

And God, He did exactly what I needed. His tongue moved in tight circles, making my thighs shake against his head. Then he sucked my clit harder than before. I came instantly, my hips buckled as I moaned. Jiwon kept going, licking through the aftershocks until I squirmed, too sensitive to take more.

The sheets stuck to my damp skin where his mouth had been. He gave me no break, not after the first orgasm wrecked me, not now as his tongue drew another broken sound from my throat. His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my toes dig into the mattress. "Jiwon, wait—" I gasped, but he only hummed against me. The vibration shot straight to my clit. His other hand held my hip down, too tight, as he pushed me into another climax I didn’t ask for.

I came with a choked cry, thighs clamping around his head as pleasure shot through me like electricity. Jiwon didn’t stop. His tongue kept moving, lapping at me through the aftershocks. His fingers still pumped inside me, just enough to keep me right on the edge.  

"You’re not done," he murmured against my skin, breath hot on my inner thigh. His teeth grazed me lightly, a sharp contrast to the softness of his tongue when it circled my clit again. I whimpered, hips jerking away instinctively, but his grip tightened, holding me in place.  

"Look at you," Jiwon muttered, dragging his nose along me before pressing a wet kiss to my clit. "Still dripping." His fingers slid out with a slick sound, then pushed back in, slick with my own wetness. A second later, he added a third finger, the stretch making me gasp.  

"You take me so well," he praised, voice rough with something possessive. His thumb rubbed tight circles over my clit while his fingers curled inside me. The double sensation tore another broken sound from my throat.  

I twisted under his weight. My hands clenched the sheets as pleasure built inside me. Jiwon watched me with half-lidded eyes, his lips wet and shining.  

"Come on," he said, pushing his fingers deeper. "One more."  

His thumb pressed harder just shy of pain and I broke apart again. My vision went white. My back arched off the bed.  

Jiwon groaned against my thigh. His fingers kept moving, drawing out the aftershocks until I was shaking, whimpering, too sensitive to take anymore.  

He finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before moving up over me. I felt his cock press against my hips hard, still trapped in his boxers and shivered at the touch. 

"Good?" he whispered, biting my earlobe. His breath carried the scent of whiskey, of me, of something unmistakably Jiwon. I nodded weakly. 

He just laughed, low and knowing. "Liar." His fingers slid between my legs, tracing me again. "You're still clenching," he said, voice rough with satisfaction. "You want more." 

"Yes." The word escaped before I could think. 

His mouth crashed into mine, hard, possessive, and something deeper. Then he pulled away, fingers tightening in my hair as he shoved his boxers down with his free hand. 

"Then get this ready," he growled, pushing my face forward until his cock hit my cheek.

He pressed against me, hot and heavy against my face. Even half-hard, he was bigger than Kyunghwan, bigger than anyone I’d ever had before. My mouth watered at the memory of his taste as I nuzzled against him. His musky scent filled my nose, mixed with the sharp tang of precum beading at his tip. Without thinking, I licked my lips and caught a drop before it could fall.  

Jiwon groaned as his cock slid between my lips. The weight of him pressed against my tongue, making my jaw ache instantly. I sucked in my cheeks, letting spit pool until it dripped messily down his shaft. His fingers tightened in my hair, not guiding, just holding me there like I was nothing but a warm hole for him. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the air. Normally, I’d be embarrassed, but I was too drunk on the sound of his ragged breathing.  

"Good girl," he growled. His hips pushed forward just enough for the head of his cock to bump against my throat. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I swallowed around him, loving how it made his thighs tremble.  

Then he dragged me back by my hair. The sudden emptiness made me gasp. Before I could protest, Jiwon flipped me onto my back with a rough shove. His knees forced mine apart with a single thrust of his hips.  

"Now for the real one," he murmured. In one smooth motion, he lined himself up. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, already slick from his mouth and my own arousal. Then he pushed in, slow, deliberate, stretching me in a way that burned so good I didn't know if the sound I made was a whimper or a moan.  

Jiwon pinned my wrists above my head, his grip just shy of painful the kind of restraint that made my pulse flutter instead of panic. His thrusts were different, each one deeper than the last. Kyunghwan had fucked me hard, but Jiwon? Jiwon unmade me. His hips snapped forward again, hitting just the right angle. My back arched off the mattress with a choked gasp.  

"Look at you," he growled, his breath hot against my ear as he slowed down torturously. His thumb brushed over my parted lips, smearing spit before sliding lower to circle my clit. The dual stimulation blurred my vision, my thighs trembling around his waist.  

"You take me so well."  

The praise shouldn’t have mattered, not after everything but it felt warm in my chest anyway, tightening the coil low in my belly.

He changed his rhythm suddenly. One hand slipped under me, gripping my ass as he lifted my hips higher. The new angle made me gasp, his cock went deeper, hitting harder. Each thrust sent shocks through me like electricity. I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, my moans breaking as pleasure built to a fever pitch. Jiwon’s mouth found my neck. His teeth scraped as his hips moved faster. "Close?" he murmured against my skin.

I couldn’t speak, could only nod fast, my thighs squeezing his waist like I could keep him inside forever. He laughed low, his free hand sliding between us to rub my clit in tight circles. "Cum," he said roughly. "Let me feel you."

I came hard, body shaking, hips jerking wildly as I soaked him. My legs locked around him, trembling as pleasure rolled through me. But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, his cock dragging inside me until pleasure edged toward pain. 

"You’ve had three," Jiwon growled against my back. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled out suddenly. Before I could protest, his hand smacked my ass once, twice the sting turning to heat. "Time for something else."

He flipped me onto my stomach easily. My face pressed into the sheets still warm from our bodies. His teeth grazed my ear as his cock slid between my thighs, wet from before. I whimpered when the tip pressed against my other hole, almost entering. "Relax," he said, thumb circling it as his grip on my waist tightened. 

I've never done this before, not with Kyunghwan, not with anyone. Yet here I was, lying across Jiwon's hotel sheets. His cock pressed against my ass like he owned it.

My breath caught when his fingers slid into my hair. He twisted just enough to sting as he leaned close. "Never?" His words were hot against my ear. I shook my head. "Good." His grip tightened, pushing my face into the pillow. His other hand traced down my spine. "Then I get to claim you first."

Without warning, his fingers pressed against my lips. I tasted my own arousal as he shoved two fingers into my mouth. "Make them wet," he ordered, voice rough. I obeyed, sucking until he pulled back with a wet plop.

The cold air hit my slick fingers before he touched me again. His thumb circled my puckered hole, teasing. I squirmed.

When his finger pushed inside, I gasped into the pillow. My back arched. Jiwon didn't rush. He worked his finger deeper in slow, maddening circles. My toes curled into the sheets.

"Breathe, relax." he murmured against my neck. His free hand smoothed down my tense spine. I shouldn't have relaxed, not while he was stretching me open. But something in his voice, that quiet confidence made me obey before I could think.

His finger curled inside me, hitting a spot that felt too good. The stretch hurt, but my body couldn't decide if it wanted to pull away or push back for more. Before I could stop myself, I rocked against his hand, muffling a noise into the pillow.

"Good... you're a natural, Chaeng."  

Jiwon's lips brushed the back of my neck, warm against my skin before his second finger pushed in suddenly. It hurt more this time. My body clenched around his fingers until he smacked my thigh.  

"Relax." His voice was rough. His fingers moved slowly, stretching me just enough to make my toes curl.  

The burn was good sharp and steady. I twisted against the sheets, torn between pushing back or turning to kiss him. My hips lifted on their own, my head turning toward him. I was panting, lips parted.  

Jiwon knew what I wanted. He pulled back just enough to let me move. His body pressed over mine, his face against my cheek. Our mouths crashed together, messy, desperate. His tongue matched the rhythm of his fingers inside me.  

The kiss tasted like whiskey and sweat. It was darker, more possessive than anything Kyunghwan had ever given me.  

His fingers slipped out with a wet sound. My face burned hotter than the stretch itself. Before I could catch my breath, Jiwon's fingers pressed against my lips. "Taste it," he said quietly. I sucked instinctively as the new flavor filled my mouth. His thumb brushed my lower lip still slightly swollen from earlier.

He kissed my cheeks softly. Then his teeth nibbled my ear. "Ready for the real thing, Chaeng?" His voice was rough, like strong whiskey. It sent heat curling low in my core. I nodded into the pillow. My hips pushed back before I could overthink what was coming.

I gripped the sheets as Jiwon spat against my warm, and wet backdoor. my stomach flipped at the sound. My thighs shook around his hips. "That's it," he murmured. His thumbs spread me wider. The thick head of his cock pressed against my tight entrance just shy of pain.

The first time he entered me, it knocked the breath out from my lungs. The stretch burned up my spine, slow, searing. I arched against the mattress, forehead pressing into the pillow as Jiwon pushed deeper. Every inch felt endless. Tears pricked at my lashes. My nails dug into the sheets. "Hurts," I gasped, but my hips rocked back anyway, taking more of him.

Jiwon groaned above me. His hands gripped my waist hard enough to leave bruises. "Fuck, you're tight," he gritted out, hips jerking forward another fraction. The stretch hurt too much, my body strained to take him, but then the sharp pain twisted into something else. Sweeter. A hot curl of possession low in my belly.

He didn’t rush. Each thrust was deliberate. His breath scorched my shoulder as he worked himself deeper. When he finally bottomed out, I whimpered. My body trembled around him, full in a way I have never felt before. 

"Mine," Jiwon growled against my skin. His teeth scraped my shoulder as his hips rolled trying cautiously trying to find a rhythm. Sparks shot through my nerves. My back arched. He found a rhythm that made my toes curl.

"How does it feel, Chaeng?" His voice was rough against my nape. His lips brushed my sweaty skin. He moved with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each one stretched me, burned me—sent fire up my spine.

"It hurts," I gasped into the pillow, fingers gripping the sheets. The words came out rough, mixed with pleasure that edged into pain. My back arched, trying to take him deeper even as the stretch brought tears to my eyes.  

Jiwon laughed low in his throat. His hands moved from my hips to pin my wrists to the mattress. He pressed against me, skin burning where we touched, and pushed deeper. "But?" he murmured, teeth scraping my ear.  

"I love how big you feel inside me," I choked out, the words breaking as he thrust all the way in. The stretch stole my breath. My body clenched around him, tight and sudden. Above me, Jiwon groaned, forehead dropping between my shoulders as he paused, letting me adjust.  

Then he moved slow, too slow, pulling out until just the tip remained before sliding back in. The drag was unbearable. My nails dug into the sheets. "Fuck.. fuck~" I hissed into the pillow, voice cracking when his palm pressed between my shoulders, pushing me harder into the mattress. 

"Breathe," Jiwon said, his voice rough. His fingers tangled in my hair not pulling, just holding me steady as he thrust again. The pain faded into something hotter, deeper. I arched my back, taking him in further, and heard his breath catch against my skin. "That’s it," he whispered, lips brushing my spine.  

He moved faster now, still controlled but with less restraint. Every thrust sent sparks through me. My body tightened around him, and Jiwon cursed under his breath. His hands gripped my hips hard, leaving marks. "So Tight," he growled, struggling to keep his rhythm slow. But I didn’t want slow anymore. I rocked back against him, taking him deeper. The choked sound he made was worth it.  

Jiwon’s grip tightened, silent command before he pulled me sharply against him. The sudden shift stole my breath as he sank deeper inside me. His chest pressed flush against my back, hot and heavy. One hand squeezed my breast possessively; the other slid between my thighs with ease.  

"FUCK! Jiwon, I’m—" The orgasm hit me before I could finish. My thighs clamped around his wrist as his fingers kept working me through the aftershocks. He didn’t stop not when I shuddered around him, not when my nails dug into his arm. His cock kept moving inside me, relentless, pulling another cry from my throat.  

"Such a good slut for me, Chaeng." His voice was equal parts praise and tease, breath hot on my neck as his fingers twisted just right. My hips jerked involuntarily, slick coating his hand. "Look at you," he murmured, dragging wet fingers across my lips. "Dripping just from taking my cock in your ass." It shouldn’t have thrilled me, but his possessiveness sent heat rushing through me anyway.

Jiwon's thrusts grew rougher, his grip on my hip bordering on painful as he angled me higher. The new position made his cock drag against something deep inside me, something that had my vision blur. "I wouldn't mind having you and my Chaeyoung together at my place," he muttered between thrusts. The words cut through my pleasure, making me freeze. He bit my shoulder, sharp, sudden then he growled "Focus" before slamming into me again.

I couldn't think straight anymore, not with Jiwon's cock stretching my ass to the brink of pain and pleasure, not with his fingers still working on my oversensitive clit in rough circles. The world shrank to just two things—his chest pressed hot against my back and his teeth biting into my shoulder. Wet sounds filled the air where our bodies moved together. I didn’t want anything else. Just him. Taking me fully, leaving his mark inside me like he had on my skin.

His movements lost their steady pace, turning rough and urgent. She felt every thrust deep inside her, her body tightening around him without thought. 

"Chaeng... I'm close," Jiwon breathed into my ear, voice rough. His hot, uneven breaths sent shivers through my body. The words pooled low in my stomach, mixing with the pleasure already building there.

"Me too," as i gasped as his thumb pressed harder against my clit. That was all they needed. Their lips crashed together, messy and breathless. Tongues tangled while Jiwon fucked me through those final, frantic moments.

She came first a sudden, intense burst that made me cry out against his lips. My back arched sharply while my body tightened around him. 

Jiwon followed right after. He groaned deeply, his whole body shuddering as he pushed all the way in. I felt him pulse inside me, hot and thick. 

That feeling him filling my ass completely, pulled another climax from her. It wasn't as strong as the last one, but still shook me in rolling  until i collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.

Jiwon pulled out slowly, leaving me empty and aching in ways I couldn't explain. My body collapsed face-first into the mattress. My limbs felt limp, like a forgotten toy.  

Sweat stuck to my back. The sheets were damp, wrinkled, and smelled like sex but also something heavier, like things between us had shifted for good.  

I missed his length inside me. His warmth was gone. I felt empty without him. My skin tingled where he'd last touched me.

Jiwon lifted me into his arms and carried me to the shower. The warm water washed over us as he gently cleaned me off. But we didn't stay clean for long, soon he was pushing me against the tiles, thrusting deep into me with that thick cock of his.  

I lost count of how many times we fucked that night. The last thing I remember? Waking up at dawn, straddling him for one final ride before we both had to start our days.