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“Good Morning Oppa!” Sullyoon gives you a bright smile as you approach the dining table.

“Yoona! When did you get here?” You ask her as you give her a quick peck on the lips. “And the food smells amazing.” You tell Dahyun as you turn to her and give her a quick kiss too. “How’d you find the time to make this? I thought you had a schedule?”

“It got pushed back a bit, so I thought I’d make us something.” She gives you a smile, as she squeezes honey all over the stack of waffles on her plate. She passes the bottle to Sullyoon.

“And I got here just as she started making the waffle batter.” Sullyoon chimed in, slathering the waffles on her plate with honey. “I fried the bacon while Unnie worked on the waffle maker. I’m actually surprised you still had any. I thought you two would have used it all last night for the carbonara?” She asked Dahyun before taking in a mouthful of waffles.

“Momo-unnie has a guanciale guy.” Dahyun boasts in reply. “I got to make a traditional one. A better way to celebrate Chris’s historic win.” She smiles with pride as she squeezes your hand.

“Mmph- speaking of!” Sullyoon manages to get out, even with a mouth full of waffles. “Congrats Oppa! The girls send their congratulations too! Even Lily-unnie was happy for you, though still begrudgingly.” 

“I can’t believe she’s still mad at me for not signing with Melbourne.” you jokingly complain. “I don’t even know where the rumor started from. I just said hi to an old teammate who took an assistant coaching job there.”

“She says Mellbourne United would have a championship now too if you did.” Sullyoon replies. The three of you laugh.

“So what were the two of you talking about earlier while I was still asleep?” You asked the two women before they gave each other a glance.

“Oh, you know. Just the game.” Dahyun starts off, trying to lead the conversation. “How Momo-unnie and Sana-unnie were lost the whole time, the fans’ electric cheers. Honestly Yoona, you and the girls would have loved the atmosphere, it was insane.”

“I swear unnie, we really wanted to be there!” Sullyoon replies. “But we had recordings for the new song until 7 and getting to the arena would have taken an hour or two. So we just went straight to the dorm to watch the game on TV.”

“Why did your recording end up taking so long anyway?” You manage to chime in.

“Yeah. I saw you guys go in the studio as early as 8. What happened?” Dahyun adds. 

“It’s because of this new producer that we’re working with.” Sullyoon whines. “He’s so annoying! He doesn’t like any of our takes! All of his instructions contradict each other! On one take he says we’re doing it too low, when we take it higher on the next he says it’s way too high.” By this point. Sullyoon was on a full-on rant. “Even Lily-unnie and Haewon-unnie were annoyed. They had to do more than 20 takes each!”

“You could talk to PD-nim.” Dahyun suggests. “Ask him to sit in during recordings to see it for himself.”

“We were considering that, but Haewon’s thinking of talking to our managers first. Maybe get a meeting with our division heads.” Sullyoon pouts as she picks at her food.

“Hmm— speaking of managers. Mine just texted aaand… She’s in the lobby!” Dahyun exclaims as she tries to shove a few more chunks of waffles and bacon in her mouth. You couldn't help but giggle at the funny sight. You pour her a glass of water to help her wash it down.

“Easy there. You might choke.” You joke.

“I’ve taken bigger.” Dahyun gives you a cheeky smile and a wink after she gulps down her glass.

“Unnie!” Sullyoon shrieks with crimson cheeks.

“Oh I know.” You reply, cheekily too.

“God! Can you two get a room!” Sullyoon whines. All three of you laugh. 

“I’d love to, but I have to get going!” Dahyun exclaims as she goes to get her bag from the couch. “I’ll be finishing late later and I have an early schedule tomorrow, so I’ll be sleeping at the dorm. See you in a few days for the holiday.” Dahyun says as she gives you a kiss. She then heads over to Sullyoon to give her a kiss too. “And try not to tire him out too much. Okay, Yoona?” She tells the younger girl.

“No promises, Unnie!” Sullyoon replies to Dahyun before they both giggle. You raise an eyebrow out of curiosity as Dahyun approaches the door.

“Get there safely!” You shout as she closes the door while giving you one last smile. “Uh… Yoona, what was that last thing abou— mmmph!” You couldn’t finish your thought or even turn your body towards Sullyoon before she started straddling you and crashing her lips onto yours.

This was the norm with Sullyoon. Compared to Dahyun, who liked taking things slow and relishing the calmness and intimacy of your relationship, Sullyoon was a lot more fiery. More passionate. More straight to the point. It took a while for her to show this spitfire side of her, but when her walls came tumbling down she bared it all to the both of you. Whatever she wanted, she put her mind to getting it and didn’t let anything get in her way.

Sullyoon’s kiss is deep, fiery, and passionate, just like her. Her tongue sneaked in between your lips ever so slightly, encouraging you to meet her halfway. Your lips continue to clash, as your hands end up resting on her hips. Her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. After what felt like an eternity going at each other (which was probably only a few minutes in reality), Sullyoon backs off from the kiss and takes a moment to stare at you with her doe-like eyes.

“Oppa…” She starts to say. “I feel bad for missing out on the game last night, and the celebrations that happened after. Unnie told me everything the two of you did last night, and I got a bit jealous. I want to make it up to you today, Oppa. So where do you want to start?” Sullyoon asks you with a mischievous smile. You match her smile with your own.

In a matter of moments, Sullyoon was lying down on the dining table. Her cotton shorts, sheer sweater, and black tank top were discarded and haphazardly thrown on the couch, leaving her only in her panties. Plates were pushed to one side of the table, giving you more space to work with. You slowly sank to your knees, her hungry eyes following you down. You, on the other hand, were admiring the beauty that laid in front of you. When your knees hit the floor, your face becomes level with her lower limbs. She sits up on her elbows to get a better view as her legs dangle over the edge of the table. Her eyes continue to follow you intently, patiently waiting for your next course of action. Fortunately for her, she didn’t have to wait any longer. 

As Sullyoon’s legs continue to dangle from the edge of the table, you start teasing her by kissing her feet. You slowly start the journey up her legs, tracing the path with soft and quick kisses. Each and every contact your lips make with her skin earns a soft sigh and a shudder. As you continue going up her legs, you finally reach one of your favorite spots, her thighs. You take your time there. Savor every moment, each contact you make with her flesh. Your hands grip them, holding them tight to keep them open while you’re busy worshipping her perfection. You alternate between the left and right, leaving quick, light kisses, sensual licks, and occasionally sucking on her flesh. Each action causes her to moan louder and louder with each contact. Her head falls back in pleasure, her mouth left agape with her noises freely escaping. When you think you’re finished, you find a series of light bite marks, some wet spots, and light hickeys all over her thighs in the aftermath. She’ll have to avoid wearing shorts for a while, but she does love saving the view for only you. 

As you find your way to her core, you decide to tease Sullyoon a bit more. You pull a chair under you to get into a more comfortable position, letting you reach her stomach a bit easier compared to when you were kneeling. Your hands remain on her thighs, holding them open while you get in position in between them. You skip the juncture of her legs, though still teasing her by lightly kissing just above her panties. Instead of going straight to the main course, you snack a bit on her tummy. She yelps from the shock, since she was expecting you to go downwards, but welcomes your advance on her stomach anyway. You feel the sculpture of her toned midriff with your lips and tongue. Your hands leave her thighs and find their way to the dips of her hips and waist. Her perfect hourglass figure is tempting you to go feral, but you know you have to take your time with her. You know you said earlier that her thighs were your favorite spots, but it felt like a lie. To choose only one aspect of Sullyoon would feel like sacrilege, when her entirety should be considered perfect.

You continue working on Sullyoon’s midriff, unable to stop yourself from kissing and licking her exposed skin. More marks and hickeys were left around her stomach, though it gives her all the more reason to hide the area from eyes that weren’t your’s. By now, she gave up trying to sit up on her elbows to look at what you’re doing. She went back to lying down on the table, a hand covering her crimson red cheeks from her shyness and the other trying to stifle the sounds of pleasure escaping her mouth. As much as she tried to, she couldn’t deny that she was enjoying being teased. She loved being toyed with, especially by you (and Dahyun of course). She gave up on covering her face as her gaze fell to the left of her. She saw the precariously stacked plates on the other side of the table, along with the bottle of honey the three of you were using a while ago. It took awhile, since her thoughts were clouded by the intense pleasure she was experiencing, but the gears finally started turning as she continued to stare at the bottle. In a matter of moments, a lightbulb went off in her head.

“Hmmm– Oppa!” She managed to get out weakly. “Wait– wait. I have an idea.” You look up in curiosity, wondering what she has in mind. 

Sullyoon grabs the bottle of honey and pops open the cap. She squeezes the bottle, letting the viscous, amber fluid fall from the bottle onto her skin. You see her shudder when the liquid meets her skin. The sensation must’ve been something else. She starts to move the bottle slowly, tracing a path around her stomach. The fall of the gold like liquid has you in a trance, as you follow it from the bottle to her soft skin. Sullyoon notices and shakes you out of it with a question.

“What are you waiting for Oppa?” she asks you with a cheeky smile. “Follow my lead.” She didn’t have to say it twice.

Your mouth latches again to Sullyoon’s stomach, specifically to the first point of contact with the honey. It had already started dripping down her body, but your tongue easily remedied that by lapping at the droplets. You start following the path she traced, guiding you to her most sensitive areas and having you suck on them. Your tongue flattens against her skin, covering as big of an area as possible to get more of the honey, and of her. She continues tracing a path while you follow it, directing you to her navel. The droplets that you missed started to gather, pooling inside of her belly button. She doesn’t notice it at first, but when you suddenly move and start licking the inside of her navel, she shrieks from the new sensation. She starts squirming from the ticklish sensation and fails to stop her giggles from escaping. The original path she had traced abruptly stopped as she gave in to you eating her navel out. She loves it when you focus on her midriff, even when there was no honey involved. She knew how much you enjoyed teasing her with that area, and thought the honey gave her some control. She felt the power start to slip away before another idea popped into her head.

“Oppa!” Sullyoon shouts to get your attention. “You missed a few spots.” She says it with a mischievous grin as she steadies her grip on the bottle and moves it higher up her body. When she starts squeezing, the amber fluid falls down and drizzles all over her breasts. Once again, you're caught in a trance. Your eyes were glued to the sight of the honey falling onto and cascading over Sullyoon’s soft mounds, coating her skin and her nipples. Your mouth starts to dry as your body remains frozen, that is until she breaks you out of the trance again.

“Come on, oppa. Enjoy your snack.” She says with a naughty grin.

Like a man who hasn’t drunk water in the past few days, you found yourself kissing, sucking, and licking Sullyoon’s chest. Lapping at the honey droplets that traveled down her skin. Even when she stopped squeezing and the sweet liquid stopped falling, your mouth never stopped. To be fair, the honey was just a bonus. Seeing Sullyoon lost in pleasure was more than enough for you (and maybe the natural taste of her skin too).

Your hands travel upwards, massaging and kneading Sullyoon's soft mounds. Your mouth refuses to remain idle, kissing and sucking on her flesh before alternating playing with her nipples. She gave up on trying to stifle her reactions, letting the moans and whimpers escape out of her mouth. Sometimes a giggle when you kiss the right spot. Her head fell back as the lewd noises continued to spew out of her mouth. Her eyes half lidded as she allowed herself to drown in the pleasure you were giving. She was having her fun, but you? You’re greedy. You want more. 

Sullyoon’s reactions were telling you that she was close. Your mouth abandons her soft mounds to her dismay, but is quickly replaced by your hands. You pinch her erect nipples, knead and massage her soft flesh, with the mixture of her sweat and honey getting in between your fingers. Your mouth, on the other hand, started the trek back down to your original goal. Though you weren’t complaining about the sweet treat that sidetracked, but you wanted your main dessert now, along with the moaning mess that Sullyoon’s about to become.

On the way back down, you started trailing kisses along the path of Sullyoon’s body. From her chest down to her tummy, you hastily kiss her skin and lick up any remnants of the honey. You continue down until you reach your goal, when you’re face to face with her soft and slick folds. At this point they were already glistening with her own honey, a fruit of the laborious arousal you had her go through.

You start off with a playful lick, following the outline of Sullyoon’s lower lips. This earns a soft moan and a shudder from her, making her bite her lower lip to try and stifle it. It didn’t work. She fully sits up after her back initially arched up away from the table. Her doe shaped eyes follow your movements intently, watching as her initial control starts to fade away with every lick you give her folds. She tries to gain back some of it with the honey once again. Her hand finds the bottle and starts squeezing honey around her thighs, desperately trying to distract you and lure you away from her core. 

While it would have normally worked on you (again, her thighs are one of your kryptonites) right now you were more focused, decisive in your actions and what you want to accomplish. Right now you want to turn Sullyoon into a moaning wreck by finishing her off with your mouth and fingers. Your hand shoots to her wrist to stop her from squeezing out anymore honey. With a firm but not too hard grip, you have her put the bottle down and accept her fate. You make quick work of the few streaks of honey she managed to leave on her thighs, lapping them up while fighting the temptation of staying too long in the area. When you’ve licked up most of the syrup, you turn your attention back to the main course.

Compared to earlier, when you were merely tracing her folds with your tongue, this time you push in just a bit deeper. Your tongue parts her lower lips, letting you get a taste of her inner walls. Even with the honey still lingering on your taste buds, the familiar taste of Sullyoon’s nectar overpowers it. It causes your synapses to fire all at once, making your brain go into overdrive. Even with the sweetness of the viscous and amber fluid, you would rather choose Sullyoon’s natural taste. Every. Single. Time. 

Every contact your tongue makes with her inner walls causes Sullyoon to shudder and moan. At this point, slow and steady weren’t options anymore. You alternate between licking the left and right of her inner walls before following the outline of her slit with your tongue again. After tiring your tongue out, your mouth rests over her swollen clit, sucking and playing with the sensitive nub, driving her crazy.

By now you know that Sullyoon’s already on the tipping point. You just spent what felt like the past half hour teasing and edging her without even touching her core. Now that you’re giving her folds the attention that they deserve, you want to make her scream. You want to hear her moan out your name as you get her to nirvana. It would be easy to tease her more and prolong her agony, but that’s not what you want. So now, your only goal is to sprint Sullyoon to her finish line and watch her become undone with your mouth.

You do just that.

You lose any and all sense of control as you start licking, kissing, and sucking on Sullyoon’s core. You lick along her folds and her inner walls. You suck on and play with her inflamed clit. You kiss her lower lips and the surrounding areas. Any semblance of a pattern you had earlier started was gone now. Your actions grew erratic. Moving on instinct and based on the reactions you were getting from the younger woman. Every moan, gasp, shriek, and whimper, any and every sound that escaped her mouth acted like a symphony that directed you on what to do. And what did that tell you to do?

Go fucking crazy.

You knew Sullyoon was close. So fucking close that she was getting agitated. Her thighs were fighting your grip, badly wanting to snap around your head. Her breaths were getting more shallow by the second. Her whole body was screaming for sweet release, but you were the one who dictated when. As if on cue, you push your tongue in a little deeper. Licking a specific part of her inner walls, one you knew that was very sensitive. The second your tongue made contact, you granted her the sweet release she was craving.

Signaled by a guttural scream, Sullyoon becomes undone by the wonders of your mouth. Her back arches from the cold and hard wood of the dining table before her body folds in half to an upright sitting position. Her thighs over power your grip, finally snapping around your head. Her hands dart to your head, fingers getting tangled in your hair, digging deep into your skull, pushing you deeper into her. Her hips start bucking and grinding against your face, rubbing her folds and walls against your lips and nose, finding a way to prolong her peak. You can feel her nectar start pour out of her, soaking your face as you try to lap it up with your tongue. She was already doing a good enough job of prolonging her orgasm on her own, but you couldn’t help yourself from licking and kissing her while her walls spasm around you and her hips keep bucking against you.

After a few minutes of prolonging her high, Sullyoon starts to calm down. The grip her hands and thighs had on you had loosened, allowing the privilege of breathing once again. Her hips slowed down before coming to a halt, and her upper body collapsed back on the table making her lie down flat. Compared to the earlier moans, shrieks, and gasps, her sounds have devolved to heavy panting along with an occasional giggle from the pure bliss that she experienced.

Being free from the grasps of her hands and thighs, you start kissing a path back up Sullyoon’s tired body. You give special attention to her tummy and chest, while also lapping up any remnants of honey along the way. Though in return, you leave a trail of her nectar marking the spots that you kissed. You continue your way up, kissing her neck, then her cheeks, before peppering her lips with kisses. Her mouth curls into a smile before she welcomes you, your lips meeting into a deep kiss. Your tongues clash, hers getting the better of you as she tries to taste herself from your mouth and the surrounding areas.

Right now, you’re assuming you have the upperhand. Most of your body weight was pressing down on Sullyoon, keeping her in place as your lips continued to clash. Though, you should have known that that is never the case with her, especially with the occasional giggle that escapes from her. One of her hands starts slithering down your body, feeling you up until she gets to her goal, the bulge that was tenting your shorts. She palms it, rubs it up and down, before grabbing it, making you moan through the kiss. Her lips form a smile before she pulls away. Her eyes stare into you, full of mischief, barely giving a teaser of what thoughts the gears in her brain were making. Slowly, she closes the distance, leaning into your ear and whispers:

“Your turn, Oppa.”

Sullyoon suddenly pushes you back onto the seat, while she gracefully finds her way to the floor on her knees. The hand that was previously toying with you now had the band of your shorts in her grips before forcefully pulling it down. Your rock-hard shaft was freed, springing up and revealing itself to a smiling Sullyoon. Her fingers wrap around you, slowly pumping you up from the base to the tip. It was agonizing, feeling her soft hands slowly stroke your member up and down at a snail-like pace. Probably in retaliation for the half-hour teasing you gave her earlier.

“It’s a bit dry, Oppa.” She tells you with a sparkle in her doe like eyes. “Maybe this can help with that.”

Sullyoon finally reveals her other hand, showing the honey bottle once again in her grasp. She sneakily got it when she pushed you onto the chair, before she made her way down to the floor. She starts drizzling the sweet syrup on your tip before tracing a line down your length. When the line was drawn, her tongue immediately went to its end at your base before following it back up. She’s not really doing a good job of licking up the honey. Instead, she’s making a bigger mess by spreading most of it along your shaft. Once she reaches your tip, she swirls her tongue around it, spreading the honey there also. Her soft and dainty fingers wrap around your shaft, using the honey as lubricant when she starts pumping you slowly. Her mouth stays connected to your tip, forming a vacuum tight seal as her tongue darts and licks around head. Your head hangs back, completely lost in pleasure and euphoria from what Sullyoon was doing.

“It’s starting to get a bit messy, Oppa.” She says as she momentarily separates from your shaft.  “I think I should start cleaning it up now.” She says with an innocent smile, a complete opposite of her sullied intentions.

Without any warning, Sullyoon starts taking more of your length into her mouth. Inch by inch, her head continues to sink and more of your shaft disappears into her mouth. As she continues going down, you can feel her tongue darting and lapping at your member. It felt like she was trying to lick up as much of the remaining honey that was coating your dick. Soon enough, she goes all the down. You feel your tip hit the back of her throat as her lips wrap around the base of your dick. She does her best to stay there but relents and goes back up. In her wake, she leaves your shaft glistening in a mixture of her saliva and honey. As she reaches your tip again, her tongue swirls around it one last time before letting you go. She coughs a bit before flashing you a smile, strings of her spit clinging to her lower lip.

For a split second, you thought Sullyoon needed a quick break. But out of nowhere, she takes you again, this time bobbing her head at an unforgiving pace. Your tip repeatedly hits the back of her throat. Her cheeks puff up as she continues to go up and down your length. The throat of her walls spasmed around your member whenever she took you deep. Her hands would wrap around near your base, pumping the area that she couldn’t reach. It all works in concert, the different sensations and actions, in order to bring you closer to the edge. She had you gripping the back rest of the chair with all your might, unable to touch her head and ruin the perfect control she had on your pleasure. You don’t try to fight it. You want her to revel in this momentary control she has over you. You want her to know how good it feels— how good she feels. And the biggest sign of that finally approaches.

“Yoona— Fuck! Yoona, I’m cumming! I’m–” You feel Sullyoon stop as she takes you deep in her throat again. The warmth, slick, tightness of it all is what makes the dam burst.

You let out a silent cry as you come undone by Sullyoon’s mouth. The tightness of her throat feels like heaven, but she immediately pulls back, only leaving your tip still between her lips. Her hands wrap around you again, pumping you through your high. Stream after stream of your cum enters her mouth, some going straight down her throat while most gets collected by her tongue. 

When you feel the last of your release sputter out into Sullyoon’s waiting mouth, she finally lets go of your shaft with a resounding pop. She proudly shows off the prize of her efforts, a mixture of your cum and some honey in her mouth. With a big gulp, she swallows the strange cocktail, making her cough a bit. 

Even with most of your energy depleted, you weakly reach across the table for a glass of water. You offer it to Sullyoon, earning a meek smile from her. She gulps down the water to wash down the remnants of your release before handing the glass back to you. After putting it back on the table, you help her up. You grab her by the waist, lifting her from the floor before having her sit on and straddle your lap. She giggles from the sudden action before she rests her head on your shoulder. One of your arms wraps around her, hand gripping her waist. The other travels to her head, where you end up caressing her hair as you both try to recover from this sweet little exercise that tired the both of you out.

Your sticky and sweaty bodies remained tangled for a while, both tired and too fatigued to move. Soon enough, Sullyoon starts rustling in your embrace, your naked bodies grinding against each other. You could feel her folds rub against your dick, leading you to start stiffening up again. Unconsciously, you feel your tip start to nestle between her folds, causing her to jerk up.

“Oppa…” She whines.

“Oh shit. Sorry Yoona. I didn’t mean to.” You say as you lift her up and cradle her on your lap.

“You know I’m not ready yet.” She reminds you before hugging your neck.

“Yeah, sorry. It really was an accident.” You say as you kiss her on the forehead. “No rush Yoona. Whenever you’re ready.”

It was a weird proposition, when Sullyoon first approached Dahyun about your relationship. It’s been a few months when she asked about you two, and whether it was okay to join you in whatever the two of you had going on. You and Dahyun welcomed her, ensuring the three of you would be equal. Though Sullyoon only had one caveat.

She wasn’t ready for sex.

That didn’t mean that she didn’t want to get intimate. Like what you did to each other earlier, she wasn’t shy from oral or getting handsy. It’s just when it came to going all the way, she said that she wasn’t ready yet. You and Dahyun understood her, though. She’s still young and you don’t want to rush her into any regrets. You both respected her decision and choice. Besides, there’s other ways to have fun anyway.

You both remain in the same position, you still cradling Sullyoon while she hugs your neck. You both take the time to rest and recover.

“So Yoona, how about a shower to clean up?”

Sullyoon looks up at you with a smile. “Sure, Oppa.”

-

After a quick what was supposed to have been a quick shower (the two of you got a bit carried away while scrubbing off the honey. In the end she stroked you to a second orgasm, while you fingered her to gush all over the tiled bathroom floor), you and Sullyoon settled down on the couch just a tad bit exhausted. You initially thought you had your hands full with chores, thinking that you and Dahyun made a huge mess last night. Thankfully there weren’t any real damages like broken vases or picture frames. Just some gadgets knocked over but not broken. One of them being Sullyoon’s switch, which did earn you a smack on the arm. After dealing with the living room, the two of you cleaned the kitchen and dining room of the earlier mess you both made. With all that done, you end up ordering in lunch before finding yourselves plopping on the couch. 

Sullyoon’s idea of rest involved her playing overwatch on her handheld, including her shouting at her teammates’ poor play. You, on the other hand, decided to load up the film from last night’s game. Thankfully it wasn’t the full 2 hours with each time out and the half-time performances. Your film crew already cut it down to just the playing time, flagging all of the plays and mistakes that were noteworthy.

As you go through the film, you take note of all of the miscues, mistakes, and problems that you and the team made. It was your job. Find the problem areas, make adjustments, and be ready for them the next time you face off with the Knights. Most of the time, when it comes to other teams, you just let these hiccups and mistakes flow through you and not dwell on them. This time, however, they kept sticking around in your mind. Nagging at you. Flashing like sirens that indicate your failure.

While the film continued to roll, you could feel yourself get transported back to the night before. The feeling of helplessness returns. Just watching the clock go down as your team continues its grueling battle back to contention, with you unable to do anything from the sidelines. You were wishing you could suit back up, fucking run the plays yourself if you had to. But no, you were locked to the sideline, forced to watch as your team did what it could– whatever it took to salvage this god-forsaken game. 

In reality, you were on the verge of another panic attack. Your grip on the armrest grew tighter by the second. Shallow breaths started to escape your mouth, unable to take anything deeper. Sweat started to form on your forehead, each drop racing down your face. You were too entranced by the film and memory to notice that you were on the edge of oblivion. Thankfully, Sullyoon notices. 

Even if she was focused on her handheld, she immediately noticed the signs you were giving off. She looked at you, then the screen for the film and realized what was happening. Instead of shocking you out of it, she knew of something more effective.

Despite being a mere step away from the void, you feel a soft warmth suddenly radiate over your person. It starts pulling you back from the darkness, inch by inch taking you away from the cold. Soon enough, you find yourself back in reality. The film of the game was still going on, your grip on the arm rest had finally loosened. Most importantly you found yourself in an embrace by Sullyoon. She had her arms wrapped around you, her head resting on your shoulder. You’re still a bit taken aback by the surroundings when you try to say something.

“Yoona… I…”

“Shhh, Oppa. It’s fine.” She says as she strokes your hair. “You’re in the apartment. The game was last night and you won. You’re out of the tunnel. You're safe.” Her words reassured you back into reality. Your breathing returns to normal and you finally let go of the armrest. You melt into her embrace, your arms instinctively wrapping around her. She takes it as a sign that you’re back, giving you a kiss on the forehead before she pulls away back into her game. You continue the film from last night and start writing down notes, acting as if the panic attack didn’t happen.

After a few minutes, Sullyoon finally finishes on a win. She sets down her handheld after almost an hour complaining about her teammates. Her legs and arms extend as she stretches while still on the couch, her feet bumping into you while you’re deep in thought about the game. By now, you’ve probably written down dozens of counterplays, defensive adjustments, and countless other notes that would have you better prepared for the Knights the next time you face them. She can see the stress on your face. It’s something that you love, analyzing and overthinking about basketball, and she knows that. She’s just worried that too much of the stress might send you over the edge again. She knows that you have to blow some steam off somehow, and she has the perfect way for you to do so. 

“Oppa…” Sullyoon whines as she plays with your thigh using her feet. 

“Yes Yoona?” You say while still going through your notes.

“I think I’m ready, Oppa.” When the words leave Sullyoon’s lips, they hit you like shotgun pellets. Your eyes widen and you feel your throat start to dry as you take a big gulp.

“Wha- what was that, Yoona?”

“I said I’m ready, Oppa.” She had a stern tone this time. Nearly authoritative. She knows you know what she means, what she wants. 

“A-are you sure, Yoona? That’s a big deal. You don’t have to do it just to calm me down.”

To make her point, Sullyoon starts crawling to you. Like a lioness that finally caught sight of her prey. You can see the fire in her eyes. She knows what she wants. And there’s no stopping her now.

Once she gets to you and backs you up against the armrest, she leans in close to your ear. She whispers the final confirmation you needed in order to fulfill her wish.

“I said I’m ready, daddy.”

The word goes off like a gunshot in your brain. All your neurons firing all at once, breaking down your inhibitions that kept you under control. That singular word broke the chains that kept your urges tamed. And now they’re free to take hold once again.

You push Sullyoon on to her back on the couch. You position yourself between her legs as your lips crash against hers. She locks her arms around your neck, pulling you down and deeper into the kiss. Unconsciously, you sneak your tongue between her lips, though immediately met by her own. For a few minutes, the passion and the fire engulfed the both of you. You both knew what was about to happen, and the tension was getting to the both of you. When the bulge of your erection brushes against her covered core, she flinches a bit. You momentarily pull away, still longing for her taste, but wary of the momentary hesitation that she showed. While staring into her eyes you can see the earlier confidence and fire still there, but now there was a tinge of anxiousness as the weight of her request finally settled in on her. You notice it, and give her a reassuring kiss on her forehead before leaning into her ear.

“We’ll take it slow. Okay?”

You don’t wait for Sullyoon to reply to you, as you grab hold of her thighs and position her at the edge of the couch. She shrieks in surprise before giggling. You find yourself kneeling in front of her on the couch (at this point, you’ve lost track of how many times you found yourself kneeling in front of one of your girlfriends in the past two days). She still had her oversized shirt and running shorts on, but now was eagerly waiting for your instructions on what to do with her clothes. Fortunately for her, she didn’t even need to lift a finger.

You grab hold of the waistband of her shorts and pull them down her long legs. Sullyoon’s eyes continue to follow your every movement, intently watching each of your actions to understand what getting her ready meant. This time around, you try not to tease her as much as you did earlier, but you still couldn’t help giving extra attention to her thighs. You give them soft kisses as you slowly trace a path to her folds. Compared to earlier where you were a bit rough, you take it slow. The goal was to make her comfortable. Right now, you wanted her to know that her comfort and pleasure are the most important things right now. She sets the tempo. She sets the boundaries. Whatever she needs to make her first time special, you’ll do it. You make it evident with how you start eating her out.

You start eating Sullyoon out with soft and slow licks. Every action is decisive and purposeful. You pay high attention to every single one of her reactions to each lick and kiss. There’s no rush. You want her to relish it. Bask in the pleasure. Letting every lick, kiss, suck resonate throughout her body. You want her first time to be unforgettable. Setting a bar so high, no other man would be able to come close to pleasuring her like you do (not that you were ever gonna let another man have the chance to).

Each contact your mouth makes with her core has Sullyoon making unearthly noises, all begging you to go faster and grant her her sweet release. As tempting as they sound, you decide to ignore the urges. You want her to melt with your touch. You want to build up her release gradually and slowly. Maximizing the pleasure she feels when you finally let her experience her peak.

You focus your mouth on Sullyoon’s clit, your tongue flattening against the swollen nub before your lips slightly tug it. This has her squirming under you, moaning so loudly your neighbors could probably hear her. While she’s still reeling from the focus on her clit, you sneak a finger into her entrance, slowly pressing and massaging her walls. Soon you insert a second. Then a third. You start pumping into her at a slow and steady pace, letting her feel your digits enter and exit her at your command. Each time you push in, you let your fingertips brush against her walls. Putting pressure on specific spots, rubbing against her sensitive areas. This has her moaning even louder now. Her hand was clawing at yours that was holding on to her thigh. You took her hand and welcomed her grip, which tightened each time you made contact with her folds.

“Oppa… so close… please…” She pleads in between moans.

“Not yet, Yoona. Not yet.” You reply in earnest.

You continue pumping your fingers into her, a bit faster now but still steady and rhythmic. Each time you made contact with her inner walls were intentional and decisive, focusing on the areas that you knew drove her crazy. Your mouth continued nibbling on her lower lips and clit. Your tongue sneaks in between her folds, working in tandem with your fingers to pleasure her insides. You continue building up her climax, each pump and lick getting her wetter. The noises coming from her mouth had devolved into incoherent sounds, mixed in with moans and whimpers. It’s what you wanted to hear, but you weren’t satisfied. Not yet.

The devolved sounds and reactions from Sullyoon were the signs to take this to the next gear. You sped up all of your actions. Your fingers pumped into her even faster, constantly rubbing and pressing on her inner walls. Your mouth solely focused on her clit, lapping on the nub with your tongue and pulling on it with your lips. You let go of her grip and sneak your hand under her shirt, massaging and kneading her mounds while also pinching and playing with her nipples. Her moans and whimpers grew louder. She was basically shouting. Her hands shot to your head. Her fingers intertwined with your hair, gripping you tightly as you continued to pleasure her. She was on the edge. On the verge of another orgasm. And she badly wanted her sweet release now.

“Oppa… I’m close… Please just keep doing that… Please… I’m—”

You don’t let her finish. Your mouth locks around her clit, tongue and lips working double time. You stop pumping into her, instead keeping your fingers inside and rubbing her inner walls. You massage just the right spot when her walls come crashing down.

Signalled by her shriek, Sullyoon comes again for the third time today. The grip she had on your hair tightens, as if she was trying to pull them out from the root. Her thighs snap around your head again, trapping your mouth and hand in place. Her back arches against the couch and hips start bucking against you, grinding her folds and walls against your lips, tongue and fingers. As if in tune with her hips, jets of her juices shoot out against you. She soaks your fingers, mouth, and face. What doesn’t hit your face drips down and ruins the sofa covers. She’s prolonging her high, but you don’t let her do it alone. You keep licking her folds and inner walls, nibbling on her outer lips, and sucking on her clit, all in the hopes of maximizing the pleasure that she was experiencing. Your hands retreat to her thighs, gripping on for dear life as she continues to ride her high.

After a while, Sullyoon finally starts to come back down from her peak. Her hips start to calm down, slowing down their bucking and grinding before coming to a halt. Her shrieks and shouts eventually quieted down to moans and whimpers before all you could hear from her was heavy panting. She loosens her grip on your head, giving you the privilege to breathe once again. You give her a few licks, making her shudder, before retreating. Still you try to lap up some remnants of her juices around her folds and on her thighs, making her quiver with each contact of your tongue. When you do finally pull back, you get a view you thought you wouldn’t get to see for a while. Sullyoon’s lying on the sofa, sans any underwear, couch cushion soaked, eyes half-lidded, and a soft smile gracing her face as she swims in the aftershocks of her peak. You know that she said it already multiple times earlier, but now you know. Now, you’re sure.

She’s ready.

While Sullyoon was still basking in the pleasures of her high, you make use of the time to reach over to the side table of your couch, fishing for a stash of condoms and lube from the drawer. When Sullyoon sees you pull it out, her hand shoots to your wrist to stop you.

“No, Oppa.” She says with a serious tone. “If it’s going to be my first time, I want to feel you. All of you. No condom. No barrier. I want it raw. I just want you, daddy.” She finishes her request with a mischievous smile, making you give one in return. You toss the condoms back in the drawer but pocket the lube for later, just in case. In hindsight, buying multiple boxes of condoms beforehand was a mistake. They’re nothing but wasted money in this house. 

With all intentions clear, you take Sullyoon into your arms and carry her up from the couch. Her arms wrap around your neck before her lips crash onto yours. Anyone who would see the two of you would think you’re two newlyweds on your wedding night. To that you’d answer, not yet. 

You carry Sullyoon across the living room, kicking the bedroom door open before approaching the bed. You lay her down gently, but don’t join her immediately. You tower over her for a second as your eyes meet. You see it in her again. The fire. The passion. She wants this just as much as you do, trying to fight through the anxiety and worry. You let her know she won’t have any regrets by leaning down and kissing her softly.

When you two break from the kiss, you make quick work of your clothes, letting them pool on the floor of your room. She strips off her oversized shirt (technically your shirt) and throws it across the room. You join her on the bed, taking your place between her legs. Unable to resist, you give her thighs a few quick pecks and give a long dragged out lick to her folds before trailing kisses up her body back to her lips. As much as you want to continue having your lips on hers, you pull away. You hold on to your shaft, tracing her folds with your tip. As you drag yourself along her lower lips, you feel her shudder with anticipation. You finally settle your teasing, letting your tip nestle just in front of her entrance. You give her a look. A last chance to say no. She meets your eyes and gives a slight nod. That’s all the permission you need.

You start easing into Sullyoon, earning a groan from the younger girl. A hand shoots to her mouth to stifle her reactions, while the other reaches out towards you. One of your hands meets her grasp, while the other stabilizes your body over her. There is some resistance, but that doesn’t surprise you considering that you’re her first. What does get to you is how incredibly tight she is. You’ve had your tongue and fingers already inside her, so you thought you knew what to expect. Unfortunately for you, no one could have anticipated how tight she really was. A fit so snug you thought you might go off earlier than wanted. Still, you continue pushing into her, slowly adding one inch after the other. Even if she has her mouth covered, you can see her wince in pain through her eyes.

“Are you alright, Yoona?” You ask with concern. “Just tell me if it hurts too much. We can stop.”

“NO!” Sullyoon exclaims as her hand shoots to your arm with a tight grip. “I mean… No, Oppa. It’s alright. It’s just… bigger than I expected. Let’s keep going! Just… slowly. So I can get used to it.” A gloss goes over her eyes. You nod in reply.

Wanting to fulfill her wishes, you continue pressing on. Slowly adding inch after inch, carefully watching her reactions. You still see her wincing, so you try to distract her from the pain. You start rubbing her clit in circles, watching as she starts to relax more. You lean in and give her a quick kiss before you latch on to her neck, kissing, licking and suckling on her flesh. All in the hopes of keeping her mind off the discomfort she might be feeling. Soon the volume and quantity of her moans start to gradually increase. She starts melting into the experience, loosening up as you continue to rub her nub and lapping at her neck. The resistance starts to dissipate, welcoming more of you in her. She still remains as tight as ever, but the added slickness from her arousal allows you to penetrate her easier. Her eyes remain shut, but not from discomfort. Her mouth forms an O as you continue pushing in, a long dragged out moan escaping from her. There was still some pain, but now the pleasure had finally started to build. Just what you wanted.

Soon enough, you finally bury the entirety of your length into Sullyoon, making her release another long moan. You match her reaction with your own, as having her fully envelope you felt like heaven. You pause from any movement, not only to let her get used to the feeling of your full length, but to also bide yourself some time from your own climax. The warmth and grip of her core was mind-blowing that any other movement might have you go off earlier than you want. For a while only your heavy pants could be heard in the room. You take a second to look at Sullyoon. Her eyes half-lidded, taking her time to adjust to the new feeling. You brush a few loose strands of hair from her face when she slowly opens her eyes. Your gazes get caught into each other’s.

“Are you okay?” you ask her.

She lifts a hand up in reply and holds your cheek, gently stroking it with her thumb. She then guides your face down to hers, your lips crashing into each other for a passionate kiss. When you two break away, she gives you the slightest nod. No need for words. You already understood.

You start pulling your hips back slowly, inch after inch exiting Sullyoon. You can feel her lower lips clinging to your shaft, getting dragged along as you keep pulling back. Exiting was just as hard as entering since she kept squeezing down on you. Almost as if she didn’t want you to leave. To be fair, neither did you. Still with every inch being revealed, you can see yourself glistening from a coat of her arousal. You can hear her whimper as more of your shaft exits her. Soon you stop just short of fully leaving her core, the near entirety of your length exposed to the elements with only your tip still nestled in her entrance. You meet her eyes again and see her vulnerability. Despite that, she gives you an enthusiastic nod. She wants this. She wants you. And now, you have to deliver.

You start plunging back into Sullyooon, before pulling back again. You begin with a slow, rhythmic, and deliberate pace. Every thrust being intentional, making sure to reach the deepest parts of her core. You feel her getting wetter with every thrust. Her moans and whimpers become even more audible, all tempting you— begging you to start ravaging her. As much as you want to give in to your carnal desires, you remember that right now it isn’t about you. It’s about Sullyoon. Her pleasure. Her happiness.

“Are you okay Yoona?” You check on her. “You’re doing so well.”

“Yeah, Oppa. I’m fine. There’s still some pain, but it’s starting to feel good.” She says with a meek smile. You give her one in return before your hand travels back to her clit.

“Does this help?” You ask as you start rubbing her clit again.

“Yeah…” She moans. “You can go a bit faster, Oppa.”

“Alright, but tell me if it’s too much.” You assure her. She nods.

You start to pick up the pace, letting some of your inner carnal desires run loose and take control. You thrust into Sullyoon harder and her faster, her whole body shaking from the recoil. If there was still any pain or discomfort, she wasn’t showing signs of them anymore. Instead, more moans and whimpers start to escape from her mouth. You wanted to take it as a possible sign to go faster and rougher, but you got a full confirmation anyway.

“Oh fuck— harder oppa. Please. And –oh my god– faster! You can go faster— hnngh” Sullyoon is able to get out a coherent plea in between moans and whimpers.

You answer Sullyoon’s request, picking up the pace and thrusting into her harder. You start to lose the steady pace you had built up. Your actions grow erratic, slowly losing any sense of self control.

“Oh fuck— Oppa! You’re stretching me out. It feels so good!”

“God— you feel amazing too Yoona. You feel so warm. So fucking tight.”

“I -ohhh- can’t believe you and unnie let me miss out on this. F-fuck it feels so good. You’re filling me up so much.”

Sullyoon’s words add fuel to the fire burning inside of you. You’re not only desperate to have her reach her first nirvana, but also to find your own. You start thrusting at a more frantic pace, a hand continues to play with her swollen clit while the other grips her waist for leverage. Her moans start escaping at full volume, almost sounding like screams. She’s gripping the sheets now, nearly ripping them off the mattress. Her face was contorting in pleasure, shedding any desire to hide her reactions. You can see her body shudder with every thrust, ripples of force travelling up her figure from the recoil. She lets go of the sheets and reaches out for you. Her fingers interlocking behind your head to pull you down into another deep kiss.

By this point, it was a physical challenge trying to delay your impending climax. You were using all your willpower to try and buy yourself some time, but the feeling of Sullyoon’s soft lips on yours, the gentle strokes to the hair on the back of your head, and the feeling of her naked body pressing on yours were all dragging you closer and closer to the brink. It also didn’t help that even after all the multiple orgasms that you’ve given her, she was still so tight around you, squeezing your length to your absolute limit. You silently prayed for more time and endurance, wanting her to feel good before you do. Fortunately for you, your prayers were answered.

Sullyoon releases your mouth from the kiss, gasping for air before she finally answers your prayers.

“Fuck— Oppa! I’m close! I’m close! I’m clos—”

You don’t let her finish. In an instant, your mouth finds hers again, lips crashing against lips. Your thrusts go from frantic and erratic to relentless. Her arms wrap tighter around your neck, squeezing you tighter with every hard thrust. Her ankles lock behind your back, not letting you build momentum and forcing you to remain sheathed in her with shallow and fast thrusts. You’re wondering to yourself how close she really is, but after two deep thrusts she answers for you.

Sullyoon lets out a cry that’s muffled by your mouth. Her whole body tenses up, her arms and legs squeezing you with all her strength. Her back arches up and away from the bed, pressing her body into yours. Her eyes roll back into her head and the initial cry devolves into a flurry of moans and whimpers, escaping through the small crevices made by your connected mouths. Her hips move on their own, bucking and grinding against you, pulling you in deeper to her. You could feel her inner walls flutter and contract around your length along with sporadic streams of her nectar soaking your groin and the bed underneath you. It all works together, her walls massaging your dick, the sporadic streams crashing against you, bringing you to your own finish line as well. With a final hard thrust, you finally join her in Nirvana.

“Yoona! Fuck! I’m—” That quick moment of your mouths being separated didn’t last long, as Sullyoon pulled you back to her. You weren’t able to finish your thought, settling for grunting and moaning into her waiting mouth. You feel your dick start to spasm inside of her, pulsating with every stream of cum that you shoot into her waiting womb. Despite this being your third climax of the day, it felt like the jets coming from you would never end. All the sensations work in concert, your length pulsating and shooting your cum into her along with her walls spasming and massaging you, to prolong your shared orgasm as long as possible. It goes back and forth, each sensation prolonging each other. You lose track of time and have no clue how long it lasts. All you remember is an increased need for air and oxygen. 

Sullyoon starts to go limp in your hold, while you feel yourself calm down as well. Your mouths separate, addressing the need for more oxygen. Your foreheads rest on each other as you remain sheathed in her, you dick slowly calming down and softening. Her walls have also started to settle, loosening up and finally letting you free. When her legs finally let go of you you plop on the bed beside her. For a while, you both lie down in silence, letting your labored breaths fill the room. After a few minutes, you’re the first to break the quiet.

“Are you okay, Yoona?” you ask as you look at her. She gives you a nod in reply.

As Sullyoon was still reeling from her first climax from penetration, she somehow still had energy to rile you up. She sits up on her elbows, her chest rising and falling as she heaves for air.

“We’re not done yet are we?” Sullyoon asks with a sigh.

You shake your head no in response. 

“Good. How do you want me daddy?” She says with a mischievous grin.

Fuck. She’s gonna be the death of you.

“Get on all fours.” You reply with a stern tone, the complete opposite of your own devious smile.

Sullyoon follows your request, moving to the middle of the bed before getting on her hands and knees. You position yourself behind her, letting the view get your member back to full mast. You take hold of her impossibly tiny waist, fingers sinking into her flesh to get a good grip. You lean down, trailing kisses from her back, to her nape, before finally stopping on her cheeks. She turns her face towards you, meets your lips with her own. She reaches back and holds your cheek as your lips continue to clash. When you pull back, you start guiding your cock to where it belongs. You take hold of your shaft, using your tip to trace her folds once again before resting at her entrance once more. She looks at you over her shoulder, eyes filled with anticipation. This time, no one will have to wait any longer.

Right now, you give in to the temptations of your inner desires and fully enter Sullyoon in one swift motion. It was a lot easier compared to earlier, but the shock from the sudden intrusion earns a shriek from her. It’s followed by a series of moans and a string of curses as you relentlessly thrust into her still sensitive pussy. The new angle lets you reach even greater depths, and she makes sure to let you know.

”Fuck daddy! You’re reaching so deep! So fucking deep!”

Sullyoon’s words were more than enough to revitalize you. They were more than enough to ignite the embers of passion that were spent. But the view in front of you didn’t just throw a match stick. No, it poured gasoline. You continued to grip her impossibly tiny waist while every thrust from you causes a shockwave to ripple throughout her body. It starts from her perfectly soft ass before it travels up her back and makes her head shudder. Despite the force of this, she responds in her own way. Each time you thrust she pushes her butt back, taking you even deeper and letting you discover more of her inner walls. Even if she was taking you easier now, she was still tight. You could feel her clench up every time you hilt into her, probably a side effect of her heightened sensitivity. The room was filled, not only by the moans, groans, whimpers, and expletives coming from the two of you, but also the relentless slapping of skin on skin.

“Can… feel… you… in… my… stomach…” She weakly mutters in between moans.

As tempting as it was for your hands to remain idle on Sullyoon’s perfect waist, letting your fingers sink further into her flesh, you knew there was a better way. You lean down, mouth becoming more active by peppering kisses and licks on her back, shoulders, and neck. Your hands roam her body, one arm wrapping under her to cup and massage her mounds. The other slithers down her crotch to play with her clit. The moans and whimpers were at their loudest now, letting you know that she was close. It was a perfect storm, her still sensitive pussy, the constant pressure and force on her most sensitive parts from your cock, the added sensations of your playing with her chest along with her clit, enough to drive her insane. 

“Daddy! Fuck I’m close! I’m close! I’m— I’m cumming!” Sullyoon nearly loses her voice as she screams along with her orgasm. You could feel her walls start to spasm around you along with the spray of her juices against your thighs. Her arms and legs give way as her limbs go limp. The only thing keeping her up were your arms. Her body tenses up as she continues to ride out her high, occasionally bucking back towards you. You gently set her down on the mattress, giving her some earned reprieve. But that won’t last long.

You follow Sullyoon down on the mattress, pressing all your weight on her. Throughout her whole orgasm, your dick never left her folds. For a few moments, you give her some time to ride out her climax, but now it was your turn to sprint towards your own. With the position, you don’t get much space to pull back any further, making you rely on short thrusts but still reaching deep into her core. You could feel your tip start to press on the entrance of her womb, the deepest you’ve reached tonight. There’s no point in a slow build up now. You’re desperate, not just for your own release, but to give her another one as well. You capitalize on her heightened sensitivity and start pounding into her again relentlessly, no desire of setting any pace or rhythm. Your erratic thrusts make her moan against the bed. The force presses her deeper into the mattress, making a mold out of her figure that would forever be imprinted into the foam.

“Daddy… so fucking deep… still sensitive…” Sullyoon manages to whine a coherent thought, though it's muffled by the bed sheets.

Your hands ghost over Sullyoon’s arms before they grip her wrists. You press on them deeper, pinning her harder against the bed. You have no clue what kind of reactions are spewing out of her mouth since she’s buried her face deep into the mattress, but you were sure she was close to another climax. Your mouth remains busy, peppering kisses on her neck, shoulders and back. You nibble on her earlobe from time to time too. When you feel a familiar burn in your core, you know that you don't have long left. Thankfully, neither did she.

You felt Sullyoon’s walls start to spasm around your length again. She starts soaking the mattress and the sheets. Her legs start to flail before you pin them down with your own. You hear her scream so loud that the bed is unable to muffle it anymore. “Fuuuuuuuck daddy!” Her head cranes back, lifting her face up and away from the mattress, letting her moans and whimpers freely dance throughout the air, that is until you muffle her again with a deep kiss. Your relentless pace works with the sensations of her orgasm to push you over the edge once again.

“God Yoona! Fuck!” You unravel in her core once more. You manage one last deep thrust before your dam breaks, flooding her insides with your release. Your dick continues to pulsate inside her with each shot of your cum. It starts another mind blowing cycle of prolonging each other’s orgasms, as you continue to throb inside of her while her walls continue milking you.

After a while, you both come down from your highs. You plop down on your back beside Sullyoon, her head turning to face where you landed. Your shared labored breaths took over the silence in the room. For minutes you both laid there staring into each other’s eyes. In that exact moment, you thought you both were done. That the night had finally finished as you both tired each other out.

Boy, were you wrong.

With surprisingly more energy than you thought, Sullyoon lifts herself up. She swings her legs over your waist, slowly grinding and bouncing your softened member. Under her breath, she was muttering something that both excited and terrified you.

“More…”

“What Yoona?”

“More Oppa. I. Want. More.”  Sullyoon says to you with a fire in her eyes. Her constant grinding doesn’t let you soften up anymore. Instead you’re brought back to full mast by the sensations. She grabs your wrist and pins your hands against the bed. Her lips crash on yours in another deep kiss.

You’re in for a long night. Though no complaints will be heard from you.

—

You’re not sure of the exact order of events that happened for the rest of the night, but you are sure it was wild. After taking her from behind, you found yourselves standing up near the balcony. You had Sullyoon pressed against the glass door, making her face the outside world for everyone to see. You thrust into her so hard that her body leaves a visible mark on the glass when you’re done. When you both finish, your combined releases splash against the door, leaving evidence of your climax as well.

You suggest heading to the shower to clean up a bit before dinner, but you both don't even make it into the enclosure. You had Sullyoon bent over by the bathroom sink. She was holding on to the basin for dear life as you pounded her behind. Each thrust making her mouth form an O along with a moan escaping. Seeing her face contort in pleasure through her reflection has you seeing red. You ran your hands along her body, either holding on to her waist or reaching around and playing with her mounds. When she finishes by soaking the floor, you both finally get into the shower. Though it didn’t end there.

In the shower, you pinned Sullyoon against the wall, her back pressed against the cold tiles. You used one hand to hold both of hers above her head, the other played with her clit while you continued pumping into her. She comes undone again when you latch on to her neck. While her walls spasm around you, it pushes you over the edge and has you go off in her again. The moans, shrieks, and grunts echoed in the small space. After your shared high, you finally use the shower properly.

You’d think you’d get some rest while waiting for dinner. I mean, you do. Just a few moments to order the pizza. The second you end the call, Sullyoon pulls you in for another deep kiss. She drags you across the apartment and pushes you to sit on a dining room seat. She decides to dangerously test the sturdiness of the chair when she straddles you, riding you while your lips are still locked. You were both on the edge of another shared orgasm when the doorbell rang, earning a disgruntled groan from the both of you. She rushes to the door (not even bothering to cover herself up), gets the pizza, gives the payment and the tip as quickly as possible to get back to the action (honestly, you would have paid good money to see the guy’s reaction to your naked idol girlfriend answering the door). Unfortunately for her, you had already stood up and went to the fridge to get a few bottles of water. You finally got a pause from the past few hours of heart-racing sex, but she did manage to talk you into keeping your length in her while the two of you ate. She sat on your lap facing away from you after she slipped you back into her. You made her promise not to grind or bounce, so she crossed her legs instead making sure to substitute her tightness for movement. You spent the next half hour loading up on carbs and fluids, trying to reenergize to finish the night. 

The rest of the night was a haze, but you do remember how it finally ended. Sullyoon had straddled you again. You finally indulged her desire and let her lead to finish the night off. At first, you were leaning back on a stack of pillows with your hands glued to her waist as she grinded and bounced on you. She steadied herself by holding on to your shoulders. The whole time your gaze never left hers. Still, the sight in front of you was one to behold. Seeing her bounce so enthusiastically in order to chase her peak had your lips slowly curling into a smile.

“What’s so funny, Oppa?” She asks with a beaming smile.

“Just seeing you bounce like that. It’s cute. You look like a little rabbit. A bunny.”

“Does daddy like seeing his little bunny bounce on him?” She asks in a seductive tone as she bounces even harder.

“Fuck— yes.”

“Does he like it when his little bunny grinds on him?”

“God yes! Fuck, Yoona. I’m close.”

“Me too daddy— aah!” Sullyoon shrieks as you sit up. Your knees fold up behind her giving her some support. Your hands stay glued to her waist, while her arms fully wrap around your shoulders. Your forehead presses against hers as she pauses her movements. You could feel each other’s warm breaths crashing on your skin.

“Together, Yoona. Okay?” You whisper to her lips. She nods in return before she grabs your face and crashes her lips onto yours. Your arms wrap tighter around her waist as she starts moving again. Her hips rolling and bouncing, lower lips moving along your shaft. You work in concert with her movements. Your own hips rolling, meeting every one of her bounces with your own thrust. 

You weren’t lying when you said you were close. You were doing your best to hold on and delay the inevitable, mainly to make sure that Sullyoon has one more before the end of the night. Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait any longer.

With a moan and a cry that was muffled by your mouth, Sullyoon reached her peak again for the last time tonight. Her body stiffens up as she pauses her movements. Her back arching towards you, pressing her chest deeper into yours. Her arms wrap even tighter around your neck. Her hips develop a mind of their own, bucking and grinding with reckless abandon. It was in tune with the gush of her juices that started jetting against you, soaking you in streams. Her walls start spasming around you again, massaging and milking you to your own finish.

Just as she moaned and cried into your open mouth, you signal your finish with a grunt muffled by Sullyoon. Accompanied by a final and hard thrust up into her, you unload whatever you had left (which was surprisingly still a lot). You hold her close and tight as you flood her insides, painting her walls white and making sure that the morning-after pill she has to take tomorrow will be worth it. Waves of pleasure crash over the both of you, culminating at where your two cores meet. Her walls continue contracting around you, trying to milk out more of your release and prolonging your high. In turn, your length continues to spasm inside her as you release more of your cum, the sensations prolonging her climax as well. Minutes pass as the waves of pleasure continue to crash back and forth between your intertwined bodies. Your mouths finally separate due to the need for more oxygen. This lets your labored breaths, pants, grunts, moans, and curses freely escape. Your foreheads rest on one anothers, your eyes glued to each other as you both ride out your shared high.

You can feel your strength start to slowly dissipate, but you also feel Sullyoon melting into your hold. Her walls start to calm down as the final spurts of your cum escape into her. Soon, you both collapse after your shared orgasm. Sullyoon’s head rests on your chest as you fall back on the mattress. As if on cue, your eyes meet as you look at each other. She was glowing. Basking in the pure bliss and euphoria from her first time. Her mouth curls into a soft smile. Her doe-like eyes and boba pupils shine, filled with love, happiness, comfort, and trust. Seeing her like that warmed your heart, matching her soft smile with your own.

“Did you enjoy your first time, Yoona?”

“It was wonderful Oppa. Thank you.”

“Thank you for giving me the honor of being your first.” You say before giving her a small peck on her lips. “So are you going to let me out now or…”

“I could… but maybe I like having daddy’s dick in me while I’m sleeping.” She gives you a mischievous smile. You could do nothing but chuckle.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes. Silence finally takes over the room, replacing the moans, pants, grunts, and profanities that earlier filled it. You feel her heartbeat start to slow down, the adrenaline starting to wear off. Her breathing follows, where she starts taking deeper and slower breaths. You continue stroking her head, fingers flowing through her brown hair. Her arms hug you tighter with each stroke, letting you know she’s close to sleeping.

“We can still shower to clean up if you want to.” You lean into Sullyoon’s ear and whisper. In reply she started snoring. You chuckle to yourself as you turn and lay her head on the pillow. You brush a few strands of hair off from her face, making her lips curl into a soft smile. You choose to honor her wish and not pull out, knowing that you’ll eventually slip out later anyway. You plant a soft kiss on her forehead and whisper, “Good night, Yoona. I love you.” That’s the last thing you remember before finally succumbing to the fatigue and losing consciousness to a deep slumber.

-

Sullyoon wakes up ahead of you, somehow still full of energy despite the gauntlet that she had put the two of you through the night before. You’re still deep in sleep, hugging her bare waist tightly and not willing to let go. She manages to wrestle herself out of your hold, managing a giggle as she watches you scrambling and reaching around for something to hug, before settling on a free pillow. While looking around for the time, she grabs your phone by mistake. After seeing that it’s half past 9, Sullyoon notices an email notification in your feed. The subject and sender were what managed to catch her eye:

From: LG Sakers Management

Subject: Contract Renewal V.2

Now, Sullyoon didn’t want to snoop. She respected your privacy and boundaries. All three of you did. None of you were aggressive when it came to prying into other aspects of each others’ lives. There was trust between the three of you, one built on the idea that you were willing to share more of yourselves when you’re ready. 

Sullyoon was ready to let it slide. Maybe ask you about it later when you wake up. Instead, your phone unlocks when it recognizes her face. In hindsight, saving each others’ face ID does open some cans of worms, but you didn’t know it yet at the time. As the phone unlocked, it immediately went to the complete body of message from the email, allowing Sullyoon to read it:

“Hey Chris. 

Good job on the game last night. I know it’s the break and we all should be resting, but I wanted to give you an early copy of the new contract we’ve drawn up for you. Most of your terms and conditions have been added. If there were any important ones that we omitted, we can discuss it again at the negotiating table. We hope you can go over the contract so we can find some common ground. Your work with the team has been outstanding and everyone loves working with you. We hope to continue to do so in the foreseeable future.

Thanks and enjoy the break!

LG Sakers”


As big of a temptation as it was, Sullyoon drew the line at looking at the contract. The body of the email alone already opened a can of worms, the legal document might end up opening Pandora's box. To get her mind off of it, she decided to make the two of you breakfast. Though instead of helping her clear her mind, it nagged at her the entire time. 

-

“You know, one day I’m gonna wake up earlier than you and Dahyun and make breakfast for the two of you.” You say as you stretch while exiting the bedroom. Sullyoon meets your eyes and smiles as she finishes up cutting some fruit. You walk up behind her, arms wrapping around her bare waist just under the hem line of her loose crop top while you pepper her neck with kisses. She turns her face to you and gives you a quick peck before returning her attention to the cutting board.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, I did put you through a gauntlet last night.” She says as she smirks.

“Speaking of, I need water. Like… a gallon.” You say as you head to the fridge. “God, Yoona. You were something last night.” You confess to Sullyoon. She blushes at the compliment.

“Better than Unnie?” She jokingly asks.

“Now I’m not answering that.” You joke back. You both laughed for a few moments before there was a lull in the conversation. Sullyoon notices it and takes the chance to confess.

“Oppa…” She shyly starts.

“What’s up Yoona?”, you ask with concern.

“It’s just this morning, when I woke up, I accidentally got your phone to check on the time.” Sullyoon confesses.

“That’s not really a problem Yoona. You know I don’t mind.” You reassure her.

“I know, I know. It’s just that FaceID recognized me and I accidentally tapped on an email notification.” She continues. “It was from the team, about your contract renewal.”

“Oh. That.”

“I’m really sorry I read it, Oppa. It’s just I got curious and your phone unlocked and the email just popped out and—” Sullyoon couldn’t finish her thoughts as you brought her in for a tight hug. Her mind went blank, which is what you wanted. When she starts mumbling like that, it usually leads to tears in a matter of moments. You didn’t want her to feel bad for something that happened by accident.

“Hey now, it’s alright.”

“[You’re not mad?]” she incoherently mumbles into your chest, fighting back tears.

“It’s not your fault, Yoona. The team shouldn’t be sending things like that during the break. You didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t worry.” You reassure her.

“I didn’t read the contract or anything.” She adds after you loosen your hug. “I stopped after the message on the email. I didn’t check the attachments.”

“Again, Yoona. It’s fine.” You give her a meek smile. She leans in to hug you again as you kiss her on the forehead. After a moment in each other’s embrace, you help her bring the omelets and fruits to the table before you two start eating.

-

“I know it’s bugging you.” You tell Sullyoon.

“No it isn’t.”

“You’re picking at your food Yoona, I know you want to ask about it.”

“Is it okay if I do?”

“You’re my girlfriend. I have to be open about these kinds of things with you and Dahyun. So yes, it’s okay.”

“So… you’re in contract negotiations?”

“Yes.”

“Why haven’t you signed yet? Is the money not good enough?”

“No no, nothing like that. Their offers have been generous, and they’re willing to cater my terms and conditions. It’s just that the contract period feels way too constricting.”

“How long is their proposal?”

“5 years.”

“Wow. That’s pretty long.”

“Right? So as of now, I’m still weighing my options. Checking if they’re willing to budge on the duration.”

After your last statement, the room fell silent as Sullyoon was still taking it all in. Suddenly, a realization hit her. She looked at you worriedly before gaining the courage to ask.

“Does… Does Dahyun-Unnie know?”

Your heart dropped at the question. Biting your lip felt necessary in order to ease your nerves. Somehow, you manage to answer.

“Not yet. Only you know so far.” You confess.

“Are you going to tell her?”

“I will… I’m just waiting for things to be definite. It’s still early in the negotiations so nothing’s set in stone.”

“You know I can’t keep secrets from her…”

“Yoona…” you say worriedly.

“...but it’s not my secret to tell, Oppa. You have to tell her. You have to be honest with her.”

“And I will be… I am.” you correct yourself.

Silence grows as the heavy topic is finally dealt with. The two of you return to eating breakfast. After a few moments, Sullyoon is the one to break the silence.

“Speaking of Unnie…” she says as she fishes for something out of her handbag. “She and I wanted to give you this.”  She says as reaches out with her hand balled up. You open your palm and she drops a bracelet into your hand.

“A bracelet?”

“A friendship bracelet” She corrects you.

You take a moment to examine the gift. A simple one, just beads being held together by string. Though at the middle of it all were three bigger beads, each having three sides. Each side on each bead had a letter on it, C for you, D for Dahyun, and Y for Yoona. 

“I think we’re way past the friendship label with the things the three of us have done.” 

“Dummy! That’s not the point!” you both laugh. “It’s just a little something for when me and Unnie aren’t there immediately beside you. Something that reminds you that we’ll always be with you, that we’ll always support you, and that we’ll always love you.”

You do your best to fight back your emotions after what she said. Though a tear manages to escape as you reach for her hand and pepper it with kisses. “God you two are way too good to me. I love it. I love you. Thank you, Yoona.”

“Plus… we’re matchies!” Sullyoon exclaims as she excitedly waves her arm at you, brandishing her own version of the little trinket. “Unnie has her own too! Just a little signifier of our special relationship.” Her smile brightens up the whole room, even more so than the sunlight coming in from the window. You pull her onto your lap as you get lost in her eyes. You give her a quick peck, which she reciprocates again and again before turning it into another makeout session. Your hands get a little naughty, sneaking under her shirt, but it causes her to pause and break away from the kiss.

“Oppa… I’d love to but my manager’s gonna be here in a few minutes and I have to get ready.” She whines. You relent by pulling back your hands from underneath her shirt.

“Alright.” You give her a meek smile. “Finish up your food and get ready. I’ll handle the dishes.” You tell her as you give her a kiss on her forehead. She smiles in reply and gobbles up the rest of her breakfast. You go back to eating while she rushes to the shower to get ready. Somehow she does so in a matter of minutes. Speed of youth, you guess?

The doorbell goes off, signalling the arrival of Sullyoon’s manager. You hand her the bag on the couch as she rushes to the door. Her manager hands her a small packet of pills which she immediately opens and takes one. You wave a hello to her manager, but they only give you a tired response with a bit of annoyance mixed in.

“I’m guessing they didn’t like rushing to the pharmacy so early in the morning for a Plan B.” You whisper to Sullyoon as she drinks some water.

“Shut up! You’re making me spit the water out from laughing.” She giggles back. After downing two glasses, she gets the rest of her stuff ready before leaving.

“So… see you on Chuseok?” She asks you.

“Of course. I made a promise to celebrate with the both of you. We’ll drop by your parents in the morning.” You reassure her.

“Also, don’t forget to tell Unnie, Okay?”

“Yes, General!” you joke while giving her a salute. She hits your arm while laughing as she leaves your apartment. You see her out the door as she goes along with her manager. You keep watch making sure nothing happens to her on the short walk to the elevator. When she turns back to you, you mouth ‘I love you’ to her just before the elevator doors close. She gives you a bright smile in return, probably hoping that it brightens up the rest of your day. Point to her though, because it does.

You return to your empty apartment, with a pile of plates to wash and two sets of bed covers you have to clean. Though, before all that, there was something you had to do. Making it a point to keep your promise, you take your phone out and call Dahyun. After a few rings, she answers.

“Morning Dubu.”

“A good morning to you too, Chris.”

“Hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“Nah. Just about finished getting ready for a shoot. How about you? Another late morning?”

“Yeah… just finished breakfast and saw Yoona off. Speaking of her, she gave me your gift.”

“Do you like it? We spent quite a while working on those.”

“I love it. The meaning alone makes it priceless.”

“Oh I know. We initially thought of rings, but that might’ve been jumping a few steps ahead. Though, I’m also guessing that the bracelet wasn’t the only thing Yoona gave you huh?”

“Yeah… All I can say is that she’s a handful. In a good way. Hell, I thought I was going to pass out a few times last night. You’re going to have a lot of fun with her. I can already tell.”

“And I can’t wait.” The both of you laugh over the phone. 

“Hey uh, I’ve been meaning to tell you. The team and I are starting on contract negotiations.”

“That’s great! Have they been welcoming with your conditions?”

“Uh yeah. They’ve been generous with the offers too. It’s just that…”

“You’re having doubts, aren’t you? Was it because of the game the other night?”

“Yeah, and the contract period this time is pretty long. 5 years.”

“Hey, trust your judgement, okay? Yoona and I do. Whatever you decide, we’ll support you. No matter what.”

“Yes ma’am. You know, you two are way too good to me. It makes me think that I have to step up. Maybe make it up to the both of you somehow.”

“We aren’t keeping score Chris. There’s nothing to make up for. Though if we were, you would have already made up for it in bed.”

“Real flattering.” You joke in reply. “Anyway, I don’t want to keep you away from work for too long. Have a good one, Dubu. Love you.”

“Love you too. Enjoy your rest. You’ve more than earned it.” The reassuring words were the last of the conversation before the both of you hung up.

With the end of the call, you suddenly find yourself alone in your apartment again, eerily at its most quiet in the past few days. Usually, the silence feels a bit haunting. It should have even been more daunting with the two near panic attacks you’ve had to face for the past couple of days. Yet somehow, you felt safe. You felt secure. You felt loved. A warmth radiated from your wrist, from the little bracelet your two girlfriends made for you. The symbol of their love.

Now you know that they’ll always be with you.

You know that you’ll never be alone.

-to be continued