The Secret of Her Skincare

The heavy, rhythmic thumping of the bass vibrated through the floorboards of the apartment, sending a steady, intoxicating pulse up through the soles of Y/N’s boots. It was half past midnight, and the living room was a chaotic, beautiful collision of warm amber string lights, spilled laughter, and the sharp, sweet scent of melon liqueur mixed with expensive vanilla perfume.

At 188 centimeters and ninety kilograms of solid muscle, Y/N stood near the edge of the kitchen island, looking like a broad, sturdy anchor in the middle of a swirling storm of twenty-something energy. He had dressed down slightly for the occasion, wearing a crisp, fitted white dress shirt tucked loosely into a pair of dark wash jeans. The sleeves were rolled up past his forearms, displaying the dense veins tracking over his skin, and his loose, dark tie hung carelessly around his neck, utterly ruined from the dancing earlier in the evening. His brown eyes scanned the crowded room, a slow, deeply contented smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Across the room, the center of gravity revolved entirely around two women.

His girlfriend, Chaeryeong, was moving to the rhythm with an effortless, liquid grace that never failed to make his throat go completely dry. She was petite—165 centimeters and just forty-five kilograms—but her presence commanded the space. She wore a white baseball jersey, cropped criminally high to expose a sliver of her tight, flat stomach and the tight white top she wore underneath. The jersey featured bright blue details along the sleeves and a large, dark blue letter across her chest that stretched tantalizingly over her small, firm breasts. Her light blue denim trousers hugged her hips, highlighting the sharp curve of her waist. Her long, straight, black hair fell over her shoulders like a sheet of pure silk, catching the dim overhead light every time she tossed her head back to laugh.

Beside her was the guest of honor: her best friend, Ryujin.

If Chaeryeong was smooth, elegant temptation, Ryujin was a firecracker of infectious, mischievous energy. The twenty-three-year-old birthday girl was a little shorter at 163 centimeters, her gorgeous curves wrapped in tight blue jeans and a snug white short-sleeved t-shirt that stretched over her medium B-cup breasts. Slung over her right shoulder and crossing her chest was a shimmering, golden sash that proudly proclaimed Birthday Girl in bold cursive lettering. But the most endearing part of her outfit was perched atop her shoulder-length, slightly wavy light brown hair: a ridiculously cute, sparkling headband designed to look like a tiny birthday cake with candles sticking out of it.

Ryujin twirled around, bumping her hips playfully against Chaeryeong. The two of them collapsed into a fit of breathless giggles. Standing around them in a loose circle were Lia, Yuna, and Yeji, cheering with plastic cups held high.

"If you drink that entire glass, Yeji, you're sleeping in the bathtub!" Ryujin shouted over the music, her dark black eyes crinkling at the corners with unfiltered joy.

"You can't threaten me on your birthday, Shin Ryujin! It's against the law!" Yeji shouted back, taking a defiant sip.

Chaeryeong turned her head, her black-grey eyes locking across the room onto Y/N. A secretive, utterly sinful smirk crossed her lips, and she gave him a subtle wink before turning back to Ryujin. Throughout the night, Ryujin had been glancing over at Y/N as well, flashing him brilliant, beaming smiles. Y/N felt a deep, genuine warmth swelling in his chest. He was just genuinely happy. He loved seeing his beautiful girlfriend so uninhibited and joyful, and he was thrilled that her best friend was having the night of her life.

Ryujin grabbed Chaeryeong by the sleeve of her baseball jersey, tugging her slightly. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Chaeryeong’s ear to be heard over the pounding baseline of a new R&B track.

"Chae," Ryujin whispered, her voice adopting a sudden, dramatic urgency. "Emergency. I need a secret girlstalk. Now. Come with me."

Chaeryeong blinked, looking at Ryujin's suddenly intensely serious expression. "What? Right now? The pizza is going to arrive in ten minutes."

"Fuck the pizza," Ryujin hissed playfully, pulling Chaeryeong by the wrist through the crowd. "This is a birthday emergency of the highest order."

Y/N watched the two women disappear down the hallway toward the master bathroom, leaving a trail of giggles in their wake. He merely chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. Whatever complicated, intricate machinations they were discussing, it wasn't his business. Little did he know, he was the absolute center of it.

***

The bathroom door clicked shut, the heavy wooden frame instantly cutting out the majority of the pulsing party noise. The sudden quiet was heavy, filled only with the faint hum of the fluorescent lights and the hum of the ventilation fan. The stark, white light illuminated the two women perfectly in the large vanity mirror.

Chaeryeong leaned against the marble sink, crossing her arms over her chest, the blue lettering on her jersey shifting with the movement. "Alright, birthday girl. We're alone. Did your sash rip, or are you just trying to avoid Yuna trying to make you take another tequila shot?"

Ryujin stood near the locked door, biting her lower lip. Her black eyes darted away from Chaeryeong, looking suddenly incredibly shy. The contrast between the bubbly, boisterous girl on the dance floor and the currently nervous wreck in front of the door was stark. She stepped closer, reaching out to gently touch Chaeryeong’s cheek with the pads of her fingers.

"Your skin," Ryujin breathed softly. "It’s always so... impossibly perfect, Chae. It's glowing. It's soft, there isn't a single blemish, and it’s been like this for months. Ever since..."

Chaeryeong raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Ever since what? I bought that ridiculously expensive hydrating serum from Gangnam? I told you, you just have to apply it twice a day, dummy."

Ryujin shook her head, dropping her hand. She took a deep breath, her chest rising against the tight white cotton of her shirt. "No. Not the serum. I've used the serum. It doesn't do that. I know exactly why your skin looks like a porcelain doll's, Chaeryeong."

"Enlighten me, then, oh wise one," Chaeryeong countered, leaning back on her hands, exposing a bit more of the flat stretch of her belly.

Ryujin stepped so close she could feel the heat radiating from Chaeryeong's skin. The scent of sweet strawberries from Ryujin's lip gloss mingled with Chaeryeong’s vanilla perfume. The air in the bathroom suddenly felt impossibly thick.

"It's Y/N," Ryujin whispered softly. "More specifically... it's Y/N's cum, isn't it? That’s your special skincare routine. His special cream."

A hot, scarlet flush rushed up Chaeryeong’s neck, blooming brightly on her cheeks. She choked on a sudden laugh, her eyes going wide. "Ryujin! What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't lie to me!" Ryujin whined, stamping her foot playfully but keeping her voice hushed. "We've been best friends since high school, I know when you're keeping a secret. I’ve heard the way you guys sound when I stay over. I know he paints your face, Chae. I know he completely covers you in it. And look at the results!" Ryujin gestured frantically at Chaeryeong's perfectly clear, luminous complexion.

Chaeryeong bit the inside of her cheek, trying and failing to hide a tremendously filthy smirk. She slowly ran a hand through her long black hair. "Okay. Fine. He... he might aim high. Sometimes. Quite often, actually."

Ryujin’s black eyes went impossibly round, pleading, glistening under the bright bathroom lights. She stepped into Chaeryeong’s personal space, taking both of Chaeryeong's smaller hands into her own, giving them a desperate squeeze.

"Chae. It’s my twenty-third birthday. I want a gift."

Chaeryeong's smile faltered slightly as realization began to slowly, shockingly dawn on her. The air in the cramped, sterile bathroom grew heavy with a new, dangerous tension. "Ryujin... no. Tell me you aren't asking what I think you're asking."

"Please?" Ryujin begged, her voice dropping into an unbearably sweet, incredibly manipulative pout. She leaned forward, pushing her face close. Her dark eyes were pools of puppy-dog sorrow, looking up from beneath long lashes. The little cake headband tilted comically to the side. "I just want one session, Chae. One application of his special cream. I want him to cover my face. Just this once, as my ultimate birthday gift."

Chaeryeong pulled her hands away, stepping sideways along the vanity counter. Her heart was suddenly hammering a frantic, wild rhythm against her ribs. "Are you absolutely insane? That's my boyfriend, Ryujin! You want to take my boyfriend's cum on your face? How would we even do that? Y/N would freak out, he’s hopelessly devoted to me."

"I know he is!" Ryujin agreed rapidly, closing the distance again, a desperate heat radiating from her. "That's the point, it wouldn't mean anything emotional! It’s strictly... biological! You promised me you would do anything for my birthday, Chae. You promised me just this morning!"

"I meant I'd buy you that Balenciaga bag you couldn't afford, not let you milk my man for facial moisturizer!" Chaeryeong hissed back, a sharp laugh escaping her throat despite the absurdity of the situation.

Ryujin put her hands together in a prayer motion, her pout deepening until she looked like she might genuinely cry. "Chae, please. Please, please, please. Look at me." Ryujin tilted her head, giving the absolute maximum output of cute, devastatingly endearing puppy eyes. "Best friend to best friend. Just a facial. I won't ever ask for anything else as long as I live. Please."

Chaeryeong stared into her best friend’s wide, pleading black eyes. A heavy silence settled between them, broken only by the sound of Chaeryeong’s sharp, shallow breaths. An odd, completely foreign thrill began to curl deep in Chaeryeong’s lower stomach. The idea was completely taboo. Utterly filthy. To let her beautiful, innocent-looking best friend kneel down and worship her man's heavy, thick cock until he ruined her pretty makeup? The mental image alone sent a sudden, hot flash of wetness straight to Chaeryeong’s panties.

She swallowed hard. Her black-grey eyes darkened considerably. The playful, casual atmosphere had completely vanished, replaced by a thick, heavy, explicitly mature sexual tension.

"You're out of your mind," Chaeryeong breathed, her voice lowering an octave, losing all its previous lightness.

"So you'll do it?" Ryujin gasped softly, her expression lighting up with ravenous anticipation.

Chaeryeong held up a single, perfectly manicured finger. Her expression turned entirely merciless. The supportive best friend melted away, leaving a strictly territorial woman laying down the law. "If we do this. And that is a massive if. It happens under my direct supervision, and under my exact, uncompromising rules. Do you understand me, Shin Ryujin?"

Ryujin nodded vigorously, her birthday cake headband bobbing frantically. "Yes! Yes, anything! Tell me the rules."

Chaeryeong leaned forward, her face mere inches from Ryujin’s, her voice a deadly, low purr that echoed off the sterile tiles.

"Rule number one," Chaeryeong dictated, her black-grey eyes boring into Ryujin’s soul. "You are allowed to lick it. You are allowed to suck it. You are allowed to rub his cock with your hands. But you do absolutely not, under any circumstances, try to straddle him or take him inside of you."

Ryujin paused, a playful glint in her eyes. "Not even a little riding? Just to get him warmed up? Just the tip?"

"No." Chaeryeong snapped instantly, the command ringing out sharp and final. She poked Ryujin hard in the chest. "No fucking riding. Not even a millimeter. His cock belongs completely, unconditionally, only inside of my cunt. If you try to slip him inside you, or if you don't play strictly by my rules, you don't get the facial at all. The party ends right there. Understand?"

The sheer, venomous territoriality in Chaeryeong’s tone sent a shiver straight down Ryujin’s spine. She immediately understood the absolute boundary. "Understood. Hands and mouth only. His cunt privileges belong only to the queen."

"Damn right they do," Chaeryeong murmured, her chest rising heavily. "Rule number two. You work his cock until he comes. The absolute second he starts to climax, you pull your pretty little mouth and your hands entirely away from him."

"Why?" Ryujin asked, clearly slightly confused. "Wouldn't you want me to milk him completely empty with my lips?"

"Rule number three," Chaeryeong said, ignoring the question. "You do not swallow a single, solitary drop of his cum. Do you understand me? You don't eat it. You let it completely cover your skin. Every single drop is reserved exclusively for your face. If you ingest it, you waste the skincare."

Ryujin giggled at the absurdity, her face flushing crimson. "Okay. No swallowing. Hands and mouth off when he shoots. Let it paint my face. Got it."

"Rule number four," Chaeryeong concluded, her voice thick with a dark, pooling lust that had fully seized her senses. She reached into the back pocket of her denim trousers and pulled out her iPhone, tapping the glass screen to illuminate the lock screen. "I am going to be right there. Watching you entirely. And I am going to record the entire thing so that my beautiful best friend has a very permanent, lasting souvenir of the dirty little slut she became for her birthday."

Ryujin's breath hitched audibly. The idea of being filmed while utterly debasing herself with her best friend’s boyfriend was terrifying, but the raw, unbridled excitement burning in her chest instantly overwrote any apprehension. The sheer filthiness of the arrangement was intoxicating.

"You're amazing," Ryujin whispered, a dark, hungry fire igniting behind her black eyes. "Thank you, Chae. You are literally the best friend in the world."

"Don't thank me yet," Chaeryeong said smoothly, tapping her phone against her chin, an incredibly devious smirk crossing her lips. "Wait until you see the size of what you're dealing with. Let's make a plan. We have to figure out how to trick him into giving you what you want."

For the next ten minutes, they stood shoulder to shoulder by the sink, hushed voices mapping out an explicit, perfectly timed ambush. When the lock on the bathroom door finally clicked open and the heavy bass of the party rushed back in to envelop them, both women stepped out, giggling maniacally, entirely giddy with intense anticipation.

The moment Ryujin stepped back onto the dance floor, her hips began to sway with a newfound, heavy lethargy. The innocent, bubbling energy of the birthday girl was gone, replaced by a deep, pulsing ache between her thighs. She danced with Lia and Yeji, throwing her head back and laughing loudly, but on the inside, a relentless countdown had begun. Every single time her eyes drifted over to where Y/N stood by the kitchen—his broad chest, his strong, rough hands holding a beer—her mouth flooded with excess saliva. She wanted the party to end immediately. She was craving her birthday gift.

***

It took another agonizing three hours for the apartment to empty. The laughter slowly faded into exhausted goodbyes, the clinking of empty bottles echoing in the hallway as the last of the guests poured out into the crisp, early morning air. The mess in the kitchen was immense, but neither Chaeryeong nor Y/N cared to clean it in the moment. The thumping bass of the party tracks had been replaced by a low, velvety jazz playlist drifting quietly from a Bluetooth speaker in the corner of the room.

The only illumination in the living room came from the golden, flickering ambient glow of several large scented candles burning down on the coffee table, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. The smell of melting beeswax heavily intermingled with the scent of stale liquor and the sweat that lingered on their skin.

According to the official plan for the night, Y/N and Chaeryeong were meant to sleep on the massive, plush, L-shaped sofa in the living room, surrendering the bedrooms to those who had planned to sleep over, although eventually, even Lia and Yeji had opted to catch a late taxi home.

Y/N stretched his massive frame, his muscles popping and clicking in the quiet room. He unbuttoned the first three buttons of his white dress shirt, groaning quietly. "Fuck. I'm getting too old for these parties, baby. I feel like I just got hit by a truck."

Chaeryeong padded softly across the hardwood floor, entirely barefoot. The white fabric of her baseball jersey rustled quietly. She walked right up to him, stepping into his personal space, wrapping her delicate arms around his thick neck. She tilted her head up, a sultry, predatory glint in her black-grey eyes.

"You're perfectly fine, you big baby," she whispered against his lips. "In fact... I have a very special late-night surprise in store for you before we go to sleep."

Y/N let out a low, gravelly chuckle, his large hands settling firmly on the flares of her hips, directly over the crisp denim of her trousers. He pulled her flush against his growing arousal. "Oh? A surprise? I thought tonight was supposed to be all about Ryujin. Shouldn't we just get some rest?"

Chaeryeong leaned heavily into him, opening her mouth to press a wet, lingering kiss against the corner of his lips. She swiped her tongue over his skin, tasting the faint salt of sweat mixed with the beer he had been drinking. "Ryujin’s birthday is taken care of," she purred, her fingers expertly undoing the loose, dark tie that had hung uselessly around his neck all evening. She slipped the rough silk fabric completely free, wrapping it slowly around her knuckles. "Now it's time for us. Sit on the couch, baby. Make yourself completely comfortable."

Y/N didn't argue. With a weary, satisfied sigh, he sank backward, the plush fabric of the grey L-shaped sofa accepting his immense weight. He spread his long legs wide, planting his boots heavily on the rug, leaning his head back against the cushions.

Before he could properly open his eyes, Chaeryeong straddled one of his thighs. She reached forward and swiftly slipped the dark silk tie over his eyes, pulling it securely around the back of his head and tying a tight knot. Instantly, Y/N’s world plunged into total darkness.

"Chae?" he murmured, his voice slightly rough, an intrigued smile tugging at his lips. "What are you doing? We usually keep the lights on."

"I told you," Chaeryeong whispered, her breath hot against his ear, causing a shiver to violently race down his spine. She bit the cartilage lightly, soothing the sting with a stroke of her tongue. "It's a surprise. I need you completely helpless. I want you to focus purely on feeling tonight, nothing else. Just relax, Y/N. Don't touch anything. Don't move."

Y/N swallowed hard, the sharp loss of his primary sense immediately causing the rest of his nervous system to hyper-focus. In the sudden dark, he felt the heavy heat of the room much more acutely. He could smell the intense vanilla of her perfume directly mingling with the burning wax of the candles on the table. He could hear her clothes softly shifting against each other.

What he couldn’t see, however, was the master sliding door at the far end of the hallway slowly, silently creaking open.

Ryujin had been waiting in the dark shadows of the hallway for nearly twenty minutes, shivering with uncontrollable anticipation. Her golden 'birthday girl' sash had been discarded long ago. The birthday cake headband remained securely fastened in her wavy hair. Her tight blue jeans hugged her thighs as she carefully, absolutely silently tip-toed onto the living room rug.

Her core was practically flooded. She was so devastatingly wet that the crotch of her lace panties felt heavy and soaked, the friction against her own skin sending sparks of painful desire up through her abdomen. She held her breath as she approached the sofa, standing just out of reach. She had a perfect, unobstructed view of the massive man sprawling backward, his eyes tightly covered by the dark silk.

Chaeryeong silently unstraddled Y/N’s thigh. She stepped back, turning toward Ryujin with a deeply wicked, challenging smirk plastered entirely over her flawless face. She raised a hand, waving Ryujin forward from the shadows with a sweeping motion of her fingers.

Ryujin crept perfectly between Y/N’s violently spread legs. The sheer heat radiating outward from the junction of his thighs was a palpable wall against her chest. She knelt onto the soft rug right between his knees. The absolute difference in size between her small, feminine frame and his hulking physique was staggering. She looked up at Chaeryeong, her black eyes wide with a mixture of raw terror and immense, unbearable horniness.

Chaeryeong merely pointed directly down at Y/N’s lap, giving a silent, firm nod of absolute approval. Go ahead. Open your present.

Ryujin reached out with a trembling hand, her small, cool fingers brushing against the heavy, rough denim covering Y/N’s groin. Y/N inhaled sharply through his nose, his entire body tensing slightly.

"You’re freezing," Y/N murmured blindly into the dark room, his deep voice heavily layered with thick desire. "Where were you standing, baby?"

Ryujin froze, absolute panic seizing her throat. She stared at Chaeryeong like a deer trapped entirely in headlights. Chaeryeong quickly clamped a hand over her own mouth to desperately stifle a bubblinglaugh, her chest shaking with silent mirth. She quickly composed herself, locking eyes with Ryujin and gesturing firmly downward again.

Ryujin swallowed her fear, replacing it entirely with an overpowering, liquid lust. "Just nervous, baby," Ryujin whispered, pitching her voice flawlessly to mimic Chaeryeong's soft, breathy cadence. "But I'm warming up now."

With trembling, delicate fingers, Ryujin grasped the cool metal of Y/N’s jeans button. She popped it open with a sharp, heavy click that sounded deafening in the quiet living room. Slowly, agonizingly, she dragged the zipper down. A wave of trapped heat instantly escaped from his trousers, carrying with it the raw, unapologetically primal scent of expensive cologne, clean sweat, and sheer, masculine musk. Ryujin inhaled deeply, her eyelids fluttering shut for a fraction of a second as the scent sent a heavy throb straight directly to her clitoris.

She parted the thick denim, revealing the tight black fabric of his boxer briefs. She hooked her index and middle fingers beneath the elastic waistband and pulled downward.

Y/N’s half-hard cock sprang free, resting heavy and thick against his thighs. Even unaroused, it was a terrifyingly impressive piece of anatomy—thick, veined, and pulsing with a steady heartbeat. Ryujin’s jaw practically unhinged. She stared at it, utterly mesmerized. She had seen glimpses, sure, when Y/N walked from the bathroom to the bedroom in just a towel, but being this close, kneeling between his spread legs as a willing servant, was an entirely different universe.

She looked up at Chaeryeong, who was leaning over the armrest of the sofa, watching like a hawk. Ryujin pointed softly at her own open mouth, and Chaeryeong nodded once, her black-grey eyes completely dilated with voyeuristic heat.

Ryujin leaned directly over Y/N’s lap. She parted her plush, glossed lips and let a thick, hot strand of clear saliva gather on her tongue. Gravity took over, and the viscous drop of spit detached, falling directly onto the broad, sensitive head of Y/N’s half-hard shaft.

Y/N hissed sharply, his large hands clenching into the grey fabric of the sofa cushions. "Fuck. You're so wet today, Chae... that feels incredible."

Ryujin smirked fiercely. Wrapping both of her small hands around the base of his thick cock, she used the pool of warm spit to lubricate the skin, dragging her palms upward in a slow, agonizingly smooth stroke. The friction of her soft skin against his stretching flesh was electric.

"You like that?" Ryujin whispered, completely lost in the role, her thumbs tracing the prominent vein traveling up the right side of his shaft.

"I love it," Y/N groaned blindly, rolling his head back against the cushions. His thick neck was exposed, the muscles cording beneath the flickering candlelight. "Don't stop. Get it wet. Take it all in, baby."

Ryujin obeyed with a ravenous hunger. She leaned down, closing her warm, wet mouth firmly over the glowing pink head of his cock. Y/N’s hips instantly bucked upward off the cushions. Ryujin moaned directly against his skin, her tongue darting out to trace the delicate, highly sensitive slit at the crown, lapping up the first few drops of salty, metallic pre-cum that began to leak.

With every long, wet, thoroughly lubricated pump of her hands and mouth, the beast in her grasp grew. The transformation was staggering. Within two minutes, it surged to its full, magnificent glory. Eighteen solid, uncompromising centimeters of iron-hard, throbbing cock. The girth alone forced Ryujin’s mouth to stretch to its absolute limit, her lips pulling into a tight, aching ‘O’ shape as she bobbed her head up and down.

Ryujin pulled back with a loud, incredibly wet pop of suction. A string of saliva connected her pink lips to the shining head of his cock. She turned her face entirely toward Chaeryeong, her black eyes blown wide with utter shock, and mouthed a silent, exaggerated “WoW”.

Chaeryeong simply sat down on the empty space of the sofa directly beside Y/N’s thigh, resting her head in her hand. She grinned, an intensely proud, filthy smirk on her lips, and gave Ryujin a thumbs-up.

Y/N’s chest heaved. The blindfold eliminated the room around him, intensifying the agonizingly perfect pressure pulling at his groin. But as the seconds ticked by, his highly attuned senses picked up on something subtle. The lips wrapped around his cock felt incredibly small, slightly tighter than he was used to. The way the hands gripped his testicles, kneading them with a delicate, terrified reverence, lacked Chaeryeong’s usual confident, demanding ownership.

"Fuck, Chae..." Y/N breathed heavily, his hands moving blindly through the air, attempting to find her hair. "Your mouth... your mouth feels completely different tonight. It's so tight. Fuck."

At the pure, dirty compliment, Ryujin couldn't contain herself. A bubbly, muffled squeak of a giggle escaped from around the base of his heavy cock.

Simultaneously, thoroughly amused by her boyfriend's absolute confusion and obvious intense pleasure, Chaeryeong let out a sultry, dark chuckle from the cushion right beside his head.

The sound of two completely distinct giggles echoing in the living room shattered Y/N's blind illusion. He froze instantly. The gears in his brain snapped into place.

"What the—" Y/N gasped, his large hands immediately flying up to his face. In one swift, forceful motion, he tore the dark silk tie entirely off his eyes.

The warm, golden ambient light flooded his vision. He blinked rapidly, adjusting to the brightness. The first thing he saw was Chaeryeong, his gorgeous girlfriend, sitting calmly on the sofa right next to him, fully clothed in her cropped baseball jersey, grinning at him like a devil.

His gaze snapped downward. Kneeling completely between his violently spread legs, the little birthday cake headband practically vibrating on top of her wavy hair, was Ryujin. Her mouth was absolutely stuffed to the brim with his thick, fully erect eighteen-centimeter cock. Thick trails of shiny drool slipped down her chin. When she realized he was looking directly at her, Ryujin’s black eyes locked onto his, completely innocent yet entirely sinful. She didn't stop. She grinned right around his shaft, letting out another muffled giggle, and continued to bob her head.

"What the absolute fuck?!" Y/N shouted in utter shock. He grabbed Ryujin by her slim shoulders, intending to pull her away. "Ryujin?! What are you doing? Stop! Chae, what is happening?!"

Before Y/N could force Ryujin backward, Chaeryeong launched herself across the couch. She straddled Y/N’s chest, her small hands firmly gripping his broad jaw, forcing his face upward to look directly into her dark, smoldering black-grey eyes. She crashed her lips against his, kissing him deeply, aggressively, swallowing his startled protests. Her tongue swept into his mouth, tasting the lingering melon liquor on his breath, grounding him in her familiar scent.

When she pulled back, she kept her face mere inches from his, her chest heaving, the blue lettering of her jersey brushing against his bare chest.

"Relax, baby," Chaeryeong purred, her voice dripping with an intense, authoritative honey. She ran her manicured nails lightly down his neck, her touch leaving a trail of fire. "Don't move. Don't push her away."

"Chae, that's your best friend sucking my fucking cock," Y/N hissed out, completely paralyzed by the sheer, taboo reality of the situation. His hips instinctively twitched, betrayed entirely by his biology as Ryujin's soft hands continuously, ruthlessly milked the base of his shaft. "Have you completely lost your mind?"

"It's her twenty-third birthday, baby," Chaeryeong whispered, leaning in to bite playfully at his earlobe. She slid one of her hands directly down Y/N’s chest, tracing his tight abdomen, until her fingers brushed against Ryujin's cheek. She stroked her best friend's hair affectionately. "She made a very special, specific wish. A little birdy told her all about my flawless skin routine. She wants your special cream, Y/N. She's going to suck you entirely dry, and when you're completely ready to explode... you are going to absolutely cover her pretty little face with it. And I'm going to watch."

Y/N let out a ragged, incredulous breath. He looked down past Chaeryeong’s shoulder. Ryujin completely released his cock from her lips with a loud, smacking sound. She looked up at him, her face flushed a dark, ravenous pink, her makeup slightly smeared. She wiped a trail of mixed spit and pre-cum from the corner of her lips with her thumb, completely unapologetic.

"You're going to have so much cum for me, aren't you, Y/N?" Ryujin teased boldly, her sweet voice totally warped by absolute filth. She gently cradled his heavy testicles in the palm of her right hand, squeezing the sacs with rhythmic, agonizingly perfect pressure. "Chae told me you two haven't had sex in four days because we've been prepping for the party. Your balls are so heavy. They're totally full. I want every single drop."

The unadulterated slutty confidence rolling off his girlfriend's cute best friend struck Y/N like a physical blow. A heavy, violent surge of purely feral arousal rushed straight to his groin. He let his head fall back against the sofa cushions, an involuntary, rumbling groan tearing from his chest.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Y/N cursed, his hands clamping down on Chaeryeong’s waist as he surrendered entirely to the overwhelming reality of his new situation. "You two are completely deranged."

"Show her, baby," Chaeryeong commanded, her tone turning fiercely possessive as she shifted off his chest, sitting beside him once more. She reached up under her own tight blue denim jeans, deliberately popping the button of her own pants. In full view of him, she slid her hand beneath her white lace panties, her black-grey eyes never leaving his face. "Show my little slut of a best friend exactly how my man gets when he's commanded to breed. Does my big manlike his surprise?"

The sheer, unapologetic obscenity of the question broke the final remaining barrier in Y/N’s mind. To his right, his gorgeous girlfriend was vigorously fingering her own soaked clitoris, her lips parted in breathy, heavy moans of dark, voyeuristic pleasure. And kneeling directly between his knees, entirely submissive yet fiercely determined, was Ryujin—relentlessly devouring him.

"Fuck... yes," Y/N growled, his deep voice cracking under the intense strain. He threaded his large fingers aggressively through Ryujin’s wavy brown hair, careful not to dislodge the absurd little birthday cake headband. "Take it all, Ryujin. Suck the fuck out of it. Get my balls empty for your face."

Ryujin’s black eyes completely dilated with feral, eager obedience. She redoubled her efforts with a ravenous desperation. She lunged forward, opening her small jaw impossibly wide, taking the full, intimidating eighteen-centimeter length right to the back of her throat.

She immediately began to violently gag. Tears sprang sharply into her eyes, hot and fast, completely destroying the careful winged eyeliner she had applied hours ago. Heavy strands of shiny, thick saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth, completely soaking the dark denim of his boxer briefs. But she didn't stop. She powered through the pain, absolutely possessed by an intense, consuming desire.

"Good girl," Chaeryeong praised loudly from the sidelines, her breathing turning increasingly ragged and rapid as her fingers moved in a furious, sloppy rhythm against her own swollen core. The wet, slapping sound of her masturbation heavily intermingled with the repulsive, deeply erotic slurping noises Ryujin was making. "Look at you... my sweet best friend... choking on a real cock for her birthday. Fucking gag on him, Ryujin. Worship it."

Ryujin moaned loudly around the obstruction in her throat, the vibration of her vocal cords buzzing directly against the highly sensitive crown of Y/N’s shaft. She pulled her head up, her lips popping off the tip with an obscene squelch. The raw friction between her soft, delicate lips and his violently throbbing flesh created a thick paste of white, foamy spit and heavy pre-cum, covering his shaft in a slick, highly lubricating sheath.

She leaned down, aggressively burying her face into his heavy balls, kissing the tight, sensitive skin over his testicles, entirely coating them in hot saliva.

"Holy fuck!" Y/N shouted, his massive chest arching violently off the sofa. The sheer intensity of the multi-sensory overload was actively destroying his composure. The burning, sweet scent of the vanilla candles, the sight of his fiercely territorial girlfriend touching herself into a frenzy, and the impossibly hot, suffocating tightness of Ryujin’s mouth pulling relentlessly at his absolute limit.

Chaeryeong’s head suddenly tipped back, a sharp, piercing, breathless squeal tearing from her lips. "Oh, God, Y/N... fuck, I'm... I'm cumming! Ah! Fuck!" Her petite body violently shuddered, her thighs clamping tightly around her hand as her core spasmed uncontrollably, entirely pushed over the edge by the utterly devastating sight of her boyfriend being unconditionally worshipped.

The sound of Chaeryeong's desperate, feral climax was the absolute catalyst. The last thread of Y/N’s control abruptly snapped in half. A deep, heavy burn aggressively coiled at the absolute base of his spine, rocketing upward with an unstoppable, nuclear intensity.

"I'm close," Y/N warned, his voice a ragged, completely inhuman roar. His hands tightened into absolute fists, gripping the fabric of the sofa as if his life depended on it. "Fuck. I'm right there."

Chaeryeong instantly snapped back to reality. She scrambled backward on the sofa, her flushed chest heaving aggressively. Without missing a single beat, she grabbed her iPhone from the armrest. Her thumbs flew over the glass screen, immediately snapping open the camera app. With a heavy click, the red recording light blinked aggressively into existence.

"Remember the rules, Ryujin!" Chaeryeong shouted loudly over the heavy, frantic tempo of the living room, completely ignoring her own lingering, violent aftershocks. She aimed the phone directly at the intense scene, actively framing the shot with practiced, brutal precision.

In her viewfinder, she captured a perfect, sickeningly hot close-up of Ryujin’s face. The tight, agonizing ‘O’ of her soft lips. The way Y/N’s massively thick, veiny shaft aggressively slid in and out, creating a thick, frothy ring of white spit directly at the base. Ryujin’s dark eyes were completely glassy, rolled back in pure ecstasy, her makeup thoroughly ruined by the heavy, continuous flow of tears tracking down her flushed cheeks.

"I'm cumming!" Y/N roared, his massive body instinctively lurching completely upright off the cushions. He violently seized the back of Ryujin’s head with both hands, burying his fingers deeply into her hair. The primal urge to fuck her face violently overpowered his remaining sense of civility.

With three rapid, entirely brutal, devastating thrusts, Y/N slammed his hips forward, burying the full eighteen centimeters repeatedly down her throat. Ryujin hacked, choking violently against the massive invasion, her entire small body convulsing, actively fighting to breathe against the thick obstruction.

"Off!" Chaeryeong suddenly screamed, the fierce command cutting directly through the heavy, primal tension.

The absolute instant he felt the devastating, boiling surge of cum actively detaching from his heavy balls, Y/N brutally forcefully ripped his wet, shining cock entirely out of Ryujin’s mouth.

The force of the sudden removal snapped Ryujin’s head back violently. She gasped aggressively for air, coughing heavily onto her chest, her soft lips entirely stained with his saliva and heavy pre-cum. But she immediately stabilized herself on her hands and knees. The fierce determination practically radiated off her. She locked her glassy, entirely feral black eyes onto his furiously throbbing, fully erected shaft, waiting perfectly.

"Here it is... ah... fuck!" Y/N groaned.

The very first blindingly thick, completely heavy rope of pure white cum blasted furiously out from his slit, arcing violently through the air. It aggressively struck Ryujin completely dead center on the bridge of her nose, the sheer, violent force of the eruption splashing hot, thick seed directly into her right eye.

Ryujin squeaked in raw surprise, her eye aggressively fluttering shut against the stinging invasion.

A second, unimaginably massive rope followed instantly. It brutally splattered entirely across her right cheekbone, creating a heavy, thick streak of pure, incredibly bright white right across the apples of her cheek.

The buildup of four distinct, aggressively tortuous days without release entirely unleashed itself. Y/N’s thick cock violently pulsed again, and a third, fourth, and fifth completely heavy shot aggressively plastered themselves completely against her jawline and directly onto her soft, plush lips. The thick, creamy loads violently splashed, practically painting her entirely in his essence.

"Yes!" Chaeryeong practically screamed from completely behind her iPhone, completely unhinged, watching the absolute destruction of her best friend's perfect, flawless skin through the digital screen. "Take it all, you little slut! Wear his cream! Look at the camera, Ryujin! Fucking look at me!"

Ryujin immediately obliged, slowly shifting her completely ruined, heavily dripping face completely toward the bright phone lens. Thick, incredibly heavy, completely pristine white globs of dense cum slowly, tortuously dripped from her nose and completely across her glossy lips. Her eyes were completely shining, heavily glazed with absolute, primal satisfaction.

Y/N let out one final, completely hollow grunt as a heavy, entirely messy squirt pathetically splashed heavily across her forehead, sticking aggressively to her wavy hair directly beneath the absurd little birthday cake headband.

Y/N collapsed completely back down onto the grey sofa cushions, gasping frantically for air, his chest massively heaving. His fully sensitive, slick cock aggressively twitched violently against his inner thigh, practically weeping entirely clear, residual fluids.

For a completely agonizingly silent ten seconds, nothing happened except the heavy, ragged sound of Y/N and Chaeryeong panting fiercely, fully enveloped in the dense, musky smell of entirely exposed sex heavily mixing with the vanilla candles.

Chaeryeong slowly, deliberately lowered the iPhone. A wildly proud, absolutely devious smirk entirely conquered her face.

"Well," Chaeryeong breathed heavily, the filthy humor actively lightening the heavy, completely animalistic room back into playful camaraderie. She stepped fully toward Ryujin, leaning down fully. "Y/N just made you a perfectly proper, highly personalized facial mask. How does it feel, birthday girl?"

Ryujin practically giggled, the sound entirely bubbly and wholly out of place considering she was entirely covered in dense, raw semen. She raised both of her small hands completely up to her dripping face.

"It's completely warm," Ryujin purred heavily.

Directly in front of the entirely recording camera lens, Ryujin deeply, firmly pressed her fingers fully against her sticky skin. She fully smeared the heavy, thick ropes of bright white cum entirely over her flushed cheeks, fully massaging his seed completely into her soft skin with circular, entirely hypnotic motions. The thick, viscous liquid aggressively coated her perfectly, deeply creating a glossy, extremely explicit sheen entirely over her entire completely glowing complexion.

"Best. Present. Ever," Ryujin grinned wildly, locking perfectly onto the iPhone lens. "Thank you, Y/N."

Y/N merely groaned heavily from the cushions, utterly, completely exhausted. The complete night was a devastatingly beautiful fever dream, but as he finally closed his eyes, he was entirely, permanently certain: Shin Ryujin was completely out of her goddamn mind, and his absolutely beautiful, utterly insane girlfriend completely matched her blow for blow.