Sweet Sinful Seduction

“You’ll be there, right?”

“You know I don’t like parties, Naky.”

“Not even ones with pretty girls? If you come with, you can make out with me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I don’t need a party to do that.”

Nakyoung giggles, shaking her head and pursing those perfect little lips of hers. “Who else is going to come rescue me if things go south?”

That’s almost unfair, given she’s always gotten her way by pulling that sort of card with you. The truth is you’re weak, especially against a girl as cute as her. With innocent eyes so pleading, that smile, her fluttering lashes. And then there’s the hand inside your unbuttoned pants, that firm grip around your hard cock while you’re pressed up against the library shelves, trying your hardest to keep quiet while her slender fingers stroke along with a little less innocence.

“Please?” Nakyoung pleads in your ear as she tightens that grip, thumb rubbing just under the swollen tip as it leaves behind a sticky trail. “Pretty please, with a cherry on top? All I need is an hour at most, and then you can go back to studying or whatever you need.”

You can’t stop the groan that comes when she starts kissing at that sensitive spot behind your neck. Or the shudder when you feel her tight fist squeezing from the head of your cock down to your base, nice and slow in one fluid motion.

“W-what do I get out of it, then?” you reply as best as you can, unable to take your eyes off those tempting lips. Or the peek you get when the v-cut of her shirt gives you a glimpse of the black lace hiding under.

“Me? Is my company not enough?” Nakyoung responds with feigned sadness, stroking at a torturously slow rhythm to drain out the last bit of your restraint. “But if you really want something more, my hand around your cock, finishing the job should convince you, no?”

It’s almost a miracle you can maintain an ounce of composure, considering how Nakyoung has her hand shoved down your pants.

She loves not playing fair, not even bothering to hide the smirk on her face while your fingers dig into the edge of the shelf, trying so hard not to let yourself fall victim right there and then.

“Alright, f-fine,” you sigh, seeing that cute smile spread over her face right away. It’s that satisfaction, that smugness she enjoys from getting her way. But also those fingers around your shaft that stroke a little faster with each passing second, so determined to get you over the edge.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it, silly?” she murmurs, now stroking at a more rapid, steady rate, making you throb inside that fist of hers. “But you are—so consider this a thank you in advance.”

And she has no qualms, jerking you off in a public space of all places, pumping even faster now that she has the answer she wants. No better bribery, you suppose.

“O-one hour. And then—fuck,” you mutter, and the more you struggle, the more Nakyoung seems to grip tighter. Relentless in how she brings you closer with each pump and twist, applying just enough pressure against the tip when her thumb rubs just so, right at that most sensitive spot.

“Well, now that I’ve got you to agree, how about two then?”

“Don't—” you warn in the instant when your balls tighten up and your hips jolt. “Don’t push your fucking luck, Naky. One hour, and not a minute more.”

Nakyoung just giggles, squeezing your cock tight. “If you insist.”

And that’s enough—right when her lips crash onto yours for the most frantic, messy kiss imaginable. It’s hard enough to keep the sounds muffled, when you explode all over her fingers, no stopping the spasms that take over your body while hot, sticky cum flows over her fingers, spurting out so violently as she keeps stroking, until every last drop empties out.

“Knew this would work,” Nakyoung says as she removes that hand and proceeds to casually lick her hand clean, tongue running between each finger while looking right at you the entire time. “And for the record, I definitely would’ve jerked you off regardless, so this wasn’t all just a tactic to get what I wanted.”

Good to know, you suppose.

Nothing coherent left you can string together now, watching Nakyoung turn and walk away with no rush at all while you stare, a sense of disbelief at what you’ve gotten yourself into.

“See you at the party, handsome!”

Nakyoung waves just as she disappears around the corner. You take a moment or two to zip yourself back up and gather yourself, barely registering anything in the moment as reality sinks in.

Now you’ve agreed to this, you can’t very well back out, can you? There’s a certain stubbornness to her. And then there’s a certain stubbornness in you, unwilling to be anything but a man of your word.

One hour, or maybe a little more—that’s manageable. Not like you’ll be entirely around strangers. What could really be the harm in joining Nakyoung and a few other friends? It’s just one hour. That should be easy enough.

You hope.

As you’d imagine, the moment you step in through the door to this unknown address a few blocks off campus, there’s a bit of apprehension.

Music thumps off the walls, louder than even anticipated, with people you only have a vague awareness of. At least some of these faces are familiar, classmates of Nakyoung and yours. Others you’re unfamiliar with. It’s all very stereotypical, the house not particularly large, somewhat crowded, with beer bottles already lining the kitchen counters and red cups on almost every surface, sofas taken up by a number of people.

There’s nothing interesting the first glance or two around, a little game of beer pong taking place in the open living room, a couple girls already making out at the bottom of the stairs—one of them with legs far too long, the other girl with a shirt far too tight. The decorations are questionable, you’d dare say, but you’re not exactly here to critique. You’re here for an hour of Nakyoung’s time and maybe one drink. That’s all this has to be.

Looking out through the big sliding doors on the other side, there’s a little patio with some people hanging outside smoking, what you suspect is probably something other than cigarettes. Everything looks harmless for now, but still not entirely to your liking.

And right now, you don’t even see Nakyoung anywhere. Only faces of people you vaguely recognize. If she doesn’t show up in the next fifteen minutes, that would make a perfectly fine reason to go, you figure.

That’s when your luck runs out and that familiar presence turns the corner, the figure you can’t mistake for anyone else. Black high heels to start, and a black top that looks good on her. Very good. Showing off the slightest peek of her toned stomach, and enough cleavage to leave your mind wandering.

“There you are! You didn’t ditch me after all,” Nakyoung says, words already a little slurred and a playful smile to match as she throws her arms around you. It takes all your restraint not to let that gaze drop straight to her chest again.

“Thought about it for a moment.”

Nakyoung has to fight back a laugh as she opens up a beer for you, which you hesitate to accept before getting caught up in that gaze again.

“Give it ten minutes. Once I get you started on beer, you’ll warm up to everyone real quick.”

“I really shouldn't—”

“Oh come on, you’re at a party. Of course you should,” Nakyoung encourages and pushes the cold, inviting bottle into your hands. “Just one won’t hurt now, will it?”

Hard to disagree with that pleading look she gives, and before you can give it another thought, that frosty glass touches your lips, tilting back just enough to leave a taste of disappointment on your tongue.

When Nakyoung finds your free hand and squeezes, pulling you towards one of the little groups she knows at these events, there’s no reluctance this time, because, quite frankly, alcohol or not, you know she’s just too enticing that you’d follow her to the ends of the world and back.

“And this is my friend, by the way, everyone, from one of my classes,” Nakyoung says in a far too excited tone, leading you to a tight group of three girls on the couch. “I’ve told you plenty about him, and he’s agreed to babysit me for the evening.”

“I don’t remember signing off on that,” you sigh and sit down on an open space on the sofa. The beer your only anchor while she scoots right in close, closer than you anticipate. And somehow, you’re even more uncomfortable here on this little sofa, sandwiched between her body and the armrest.

“No, you definitely agreed to that,” Nakyoung teases you, laughing. “Which means I need someone to look after me so I don’t end up stumbling into a bush or off the balcony or anything else. So, that’s why you’re here.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes. And the cute face.”

You roll your eyes, supposing there is a sense of truth to those words. The next swig of beer has instant regret all over it the moment you put the bottle down on the coffee table.

Nakyoung leans in closer, squeezing your thigh and leaving it there for an extra-long, torturous moment, for some weird sense of reassurance. “Oh, I guess I should introduce the rest. This is Jiyeon, from one of my early classes, Yubin and Nien from track—”

“You’re in track?” you cut in, suddenly rather skeptical, especially with such athletic women in the midst.