Thermo-dynamic

Jiyeonistan

Tue, 24 Mar

yo

ts tuff or nah?

24/03/2026 19:14

24/03/2026 19:18

alr

fuckass

seismograph looking ass hairline

ur fit built like a canceled sneeze

24/03/2026 19:20

???

Fuck does that mean

24/03/2026 19:21

24/03/2026 19:22

Okay it’s actl fire tbf

Deadass

24/03/2026 19:24

lets goooo

i knew ur eyes still worked

24/03/2026 19:25

Fucking diva

24/03/2026 19:25

Thu, 26 Mar

hey

get over here

my place

quick

17:29

hello??

are u alive

17:34

What

Why

What’s going on

17:36

u know damn well what it is

17:36

No?

Fym

17:37

oh ffs

ur so slow

17:37

Exactly

Clarify thine request

17:38

there

u get what im saying now?

17:38

Damn ok

17:38

then get ur ass over herw NOW

17:39

Omw

17:40

hurry up

17:42

“Where the fuck is he?”

It’s been 28 minutes since your last message. Jiyeon’s checked her phone more times than she can count, glancing at the front door even more. Her breathing becomes louder, wetter, deeper as the heat between her legs grows unbearable. She’s started rubbing them together, desperately clenching around nothing.

Just before she resorts to touching herself, the doorbell rings.

Jiyeon’s whole body relaxes a bit, a small moan escaping her lips. “Gah! Finally!” She rushes to the door, tripping over herself a few times in her haste. 

“I have come!” your voice booms from the other side.

“No the fuck you haven’t. Better not,” she grumbles, stomping to the door and swinging it open so hard it bounces off the wall. 

“What’s the move? I got—oh! Damn!” Jiyeon pounces on you, her mouth devouring yours as she pulls you inside.

She kicks the door closed and pins you to the wall in one motion. “What—took you—so damn long?” she whines between kisses, getting hungrier with each return. 

“You—holy shit.” Jiyeon’s hands get busy as well, slithering all over your torso. “You pinged me at peak evening rush hour, what’d you expect?”

“Bah. Excuses.” Her kisses trail lower, nipping at every bit of skin below your chin she can access, earning a few shudders. She then drops to her knees, yanking your pants and underwear down to the ankles.

“Hello,” she chuckles, grinning widely with heat in her eyes. Her delicate fingers wrap around your length, stroking it to full mast.

“You know...you really need—mmm...“ you moan, fists clenched on your sides. “You really need to find a boyfriend or something, someone you can do this with any day.”

“Fuck that.” Jiyeon spits on your tip, making you flinch as she lathers her saliva all over. “You fit the bill without all the extra commitment. Why the hell would I do that?”

“Tsch. Ever so pragmatic, Ms. Ji Seoyeon—ahh!” Your quip is cut off as she licks a slow trail from your base, finishing off with a slurp of your tip’s precum. 

“Don’t fucking call me that,” she growls, having a go at your balls this time and sniffing your musk at the same time. 

“Goddamn, what’s with you this time, dude? Fuck!”

Jiyeon answers by engulfing you whole, sliding all the way until she gags several times, then pushes forward just a bit more. It’s not the first time she’s done this, yet it baffles you every time just how well her mouth and throat fit you. She lets out a long moan, eyes fluttering as she swallows around your tip.

Your hand goes to her hair by instinct, grasping it gently while the other fights to keep you up, your knees having been strained by manual driving in stop-and-go traffic. Jiyeon slowly pulls away, her tongue flat against your base until just your tip is in her, at which she twirls it around, making a loud slobbering noise.

“Shit! Jiyeon!” you mutter, your grip on her hair tightening. “You...took too damn long, so you’re giving me multiple rounds. I’m gonna fucking drain you, homeboy.”

“You serious?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?”

You shrug. “No.”

“Then don’t treat me like I am. Fuck my face, fuck my throat properly. If you mess up I’m gonna keep going until you get it right. Capiche?” 

“Y–Yeah. Sure, got it—whoa! Fuck!” You bite back a yelp as Jiyeon takes you in again, so fast she almost coughs you back out. She scowls and taps on your thigh, telling you to move. You take a few deep breaths and clench your jaws, putting both hands on her head and doing exactly what she requested.

For the next few minutes, moist, tangible glucks bounce around the foyer as you bounce off of Jiyeon’s throat, jamming her face right up to your pelvis at each thrust. Over time her moans grow louder and longer, eyes struggling to stay open as tears begin to cloud them.

Twice you slow down, worried you’re going too hard. Twice she grunts and punches your thigh, telling you to go harder. With that confirmation, you let down what restraint you kept, your hips joining in on the action. Jiyeon shrieks in joy, at least as much as she can with you stuffed down her throat. Her tongue goes haywire, jutting and flapping in different directions. The seal of her lips get tighter yet more saliva oozes through, dripping down her chin as your balls slap against it.

“Shit...I’m gonna—Jiyeon!” you cry out, thrusts losing rhythm in pursuit of power. She acknowledges with a long growl, shifting around as her legs rub together again.

One, two thrusts later and you explode, roaring as you flood her mouth to capacity—heck, beyond it even, your cum leaking around her lips. 

Jiyeon’s eyes roll back into her head, shaky whimpers taking turns with thirsty gulps as she swallows every drop of cum. That’s usually where it ends before she pulls away, but this time her lower body has a part; delivered with a little squeak before it spasms and shakes, forming a dark spot on her sweatpants that bloom across her crotch before letting through liquid that drips to the floor.

This has the side effect of Jiyeon sucking you harder than she already is, despite your first wave being all but spent. “A—Ahh! Jiyeon, hey! Too...too hard!” you protest, tapping on her shoulder frantically.

Jiyeon gains enough bearings to pull away, coughing up the last remaining globules of spit and cum, taking big gulps of air instead. “Ugh! You...asshole. Look at what you did to me.” She looks down at her soaked pants, tracing her fingers over the dark spot. “I came from just sucking your cock! How does that happen?”

“How does that happen?” you ask, sliding down to the floor. “And why are you blaming me?”

“I already...said—urgh!” She wipes her mouth. “You...took too long!”

“Not my fault you’re super freaky this evening!”

 Jiyeon flashes a glare at you, biting her lip and huffing as she leans against the opposite wall. “Still your fault. I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s still your fault.”

“Why do I even bother?” you chuckle, throwing up your hands. “Well? You got more heat to let off, or we cool?”

Jiyeon snaps her eyes open, wobbling as she pulls herself up. “Hell no we’re not cool. Couch, now.”

You raise a brow, also stumbling a bit. “Yeah? What happened to the bed?”

“Kotone just washed the sheets, she’s gonna kill me.”

You laugh out loud, almost tripping on the low coffee table in the living room. “Where is she, by the way?”

“Overtime. Gal can’t catch a break,” Jiyeon mumbles as she peels off her clothes. Nothing but her soiled panties underneath, no bra. She narrows her eyes as you sit down, slowly climbing onto your lap. “Why? You want her to join in, too? You like her pussy better?”

“Uhh...that’s not what I’m—mmm...saying,” you reply, interrupted by Jiyeon’s dripping pussy as it rubs along your tip.

“You know what? Doesn’t matter.” Jiyeon hammers down without warning, drawing a loud grunt from both of you. “My pussy is all you’re gonna think about tonight.” She rolls her hips once, then lifts up and slams down again, biting back a shriek. “Our Tone-chan won’t be able to get a share, cause you’ll be bone—fucking—dry,” she reiterates with three more bounces, cackling while you’re choked up, knees bucking up into her back. 

Jiyeon begins riding you in earnest, angling her drives to precisely hit that spot inside that makes her see stars. Once acclimated, you get up to her speed, doubling the inertia of her thrusts with your own. Your hips aren’t the only thing making her ass clap either as your hands knead and spank her cheeks, turning Jiyeon’s long, melodic moans into shorter, high-pitched whines.

At some point just watching her tits bounce isn’t enough for you, sitting up to have a taste. Jiyeon wraps her arms around you tight, pushing you deeper into them. “Fuck! That’s it, suck my tits! Suck my—oh my God!” Her walls flutter and leak profusely, amplified by the slight change in angle. “Don’t...stop! Right there—don’t stop! Ahh!”

Jiyeon lets out a single shriek which then falls silent, replaced by squelches and squirts as her cunt convulses mercilessly around you, drenching everything below. You barely push through another couple thrusts before you go over with her, groaning into her tits as your seed splashes deep inside and joins her still pulsing jets of juices.

It takes several minutes for you both to settle, you more than Jiyeon really. She hisses as she pushes herself up, pausing to let you watch your cum ooze out of her folds. 

The show doesn’t last too long as she gets into the next position, getting on all fours with her ass facing you. “C–Come on! Next...round. You’re not done yet, are ya?”

“Dude, holy fuck. Let me get some water first at least,” you pant in reply. Jiyeon looks back with an irritated gaze, sucking through her teeth. “Jiyeon, seriously. I need some fucking water. I wanna enjoy this too, you know?”

She sighs and relents, sitting down. “Fine. I could use some too, damn.”

“No kidding.” You get up to fetch her cup along with the spare available for guests (you, mainly). Jiyeon follows you to the kitchen, snatching her cup as you grab the cold water pitcher. 

While you sip your water slowly, Jiyeon does no such thing, gulping down so fast that some water enters her airway, coughing heavily. You shake your head and tap her back, then glance between her and the kitchen counter.

“Say...what’s Kotone’s policy on some counter action?” you ask, giving Jiyeon a backhug. She tilts her head side-to-side before answering, “Eh, she never said anything specific, but...probably a big no. You know, germaphobe and all.”

“I see.” You glance down. “She won’t mind the floor though, right?”

“As long as we clean up, no. Why are you ask—king? Oh fuck.” You reenter Jiyeon standing, lowering yourself a bit to do so.

“Mmhhh...this is new. What do you think?”

“I’ll...I’ll know for sure when you—move! Oh yes...” And move you do, grabbing her waist for support while she holds onto the edge of the sink. The going is gentler, more sensual on this occasion, being able to hear yourselves better. 

Well, for a little bit anyways. You start railing her again, the world turning into a blur as your breaths get heavy. Jiyeon’s moans blow up into wails as one of your hands slide over to her clit, rubbing along.

“Ah! Fuck! That’s—don’t...don’t...”

“Don’t what, Ji Seoyeon?” you purr, your other hand pulling her close by the chin.

“You son of a—don’t...don’t stop! Please...”

“Damn, you’re begging and everything?”

“Shut the fuck up,” she snarls, shoving herself back against you. “Just...fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me!”

“I fucking heard you.” You tighten the grip around her jaw, suckling and licking the sweat off of her neck and shoulders, making her breath hitch. Your thrusts turn frantic before too long, your highs arriving faster. 

“Pull...pull my hair!” Jiyeon whines, her voice growing hoarse. 

“Man, you’re a real—”

“Pull my fucking hair!”

You promptly shut up and do so, twisting a knot for a secure grip while your hand below gets crazy also. Jiyeon’s screams at this point are so loud the neighbours could probably record a decent sample, but you two are beyond caring. Not while she babbles curses and pleas that break down to strained squeaks as her pussy gushes onto the floor, milking you ferociously as you cum at the same time. 

Your effective load has noticeably waned, but that doesn’t stop Jiyeon as she keeps going; folding herself into a mating press, then on all fours, by which point you’re shooting blanks.

Jiyeon thankfully accepts your pleas to stop, especially as she came twice before you did on that last run.

“Good grief,” you murmur, sprawled on the floor alongside her, the scent of sex heavy in the air. “You weren’t...fucking kidding.”

“Yeah. I told you so,” she chuckles weakly. “Man, you didn’t disappoint. Can’t believe you almost made me miss out.”

“I didn’t—” You sigh. “Fine, whatever you say, dude. You’re the pretty one.”

“Dude!” She slaps your arm. “I mean you’re right, but you can’t just throw that around like I’m your girl.”

Oh. That devil. Could this be the perfect time to let it out? Jiyeon seems all amicable and bright, plus there’s the passion from the sex, so maybe it’ll make things easier. Or is that manipulative, distorting? Maybe you need to ask again when your minds are clearer.

“Why are you suddenly quiet? Made me sound awkward, man.” Her voice snaps back to the present, your eyes refocusing. On Jiyeon. Your mouth starts to open, but takes in more air before letting out any.

Fuck it. No time like the present. “What if you were?”

“Huh?”

“What if you were my girl?”

Jiyeon’s breath skips a cycle. “What?”

“Imma keep it a buck, Jiyeon. I like you. Beyond platonic, on some romance shit, you dig?”

Jiyeon’s wide-eyed and speechless, so you continue while you have the momentum. “I mean, we already do half of the couple shit anyways, so...wouldn’t be so bad to do the other half. What do you think?”

She sits up and fixes her messy hair, looking the most sincere you’ve ever seen her. “You’re...serious, right? This–this isn’t some fucked up joke? Right?”

“I am,” you answer calmly, sitting up. “I wouldn’t joke about this kinda stuff, not between us. Not to you.”

Jiyeon looks at you for a long minute, then her lips curve into a small smile. Her flushed cheeks turn redder, or a different shade of red, rather. “Tsk. When did you get so sweet?” she murmurs to herself.

“Sorry?”

“Yes.” Jiyeon nods, her smile growing. “My answer’s yes. I think we could make this work.”

Your smile grows as well. “Deadass?”

“On God. Type shit.”

“Alright! Dap me up, girlfriend.” You raise your hand, but Jiyeon doesn’t connect it, smirking instead.

“Tsch. A dap, really? No.” She shifts closer and closes the distance, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “There. Now it’s official.” You lower your hand to hug her instead, giving another kiss. One that’s gentle and sensual, rather than rough and lustful like all the previous you shared. 

You pull away, brushing away a tuft of hair on her face. “Man, you are seriously gorgeous.”

Jiyeon stays silent for a few before she bursts out laughing, straight into your face. “What? What’s so—Goddamn! What’s so funny?” You can’t help but laugh along as she rolls on the ground, hitting you.

“You sounded–you sound...so fucking corny!” She coughs and catches her breath to do an impression. “Beyond platonic. On some romance shit, you dig? Get the fuck outta here, dude!”

You finally burst out laughing as well, so hard you’re crying and can’t get back up. “I really said that! Hahaha!”

“I know! Fuckass confession.”

“Well sorry I wasn’t some auraful gentleman, I didn’t rehearse it and I just came inside you five times!”

Jiyeon calms down and cups your cheek, rubbing circles with her thumb. “Don’t be. Corny’s good. Corny is you. Something something born on the cob.”

It’s your turn to blush now, lips stretching to a wide grin you can’t stop. “Heh. You do have your moments...babe.”

Both of you squeal and slap each other silly, faces buried in your palms. “That sacred word needs a transitional period, dude. No way.”

“Agreed.” Jiyeon looks around the apartment, leaping to her feet—or tries to. “Oh wow. I–I can barely walk, holy shit.”

“You asked for it,” you reply, helping her up.

“Yeah, just an observation. Well, best clean up or we won’t make it to our first date before Kotone beheads us both.”

“Heh. Good idea.”