Unexpected Reward

“Isn’t this a bit much?”

Yeri looks up at you. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“In exchange for the cupcakes I made for you for your birthday, you’re giving me … a blowjob?”

“Hm?” Yeri is a little rascal, but you can’t see a hint of that signature mischievous smirk on her face. You have heard about her taking acting classes recently; has her acting skills really gotten so good, so quickly? “Why, did you want a titjob instead?”

“No—” You reach out to stop Yeri, who is in the motion of pulling her top over her head. “—that’s not what I meant in the slightest, and you know that.”

“But do you have any idea how scrumptious that cupcake was? And you’re telling me you made half a dozen of them?!”

“Well, I’m glad you like it, but…”

“Well, do you want this blowjob or not?”

You’re torn. Obviously, Yeri is a drop-dead beauty that any straight man in his right mind would be clamoring over his own feet for a chance get receive a blowjob from, but you’ve known Yeri for … how long?

“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”

“So, you don’t want it?”

Well, you’ve only known her for three years, but it feels more like thirty.

“Yeri, I need you to understand how awkward this situation is for me right now.”

“What’s awkward about it? A pretty girl is offering to suck you off.”

“Huh? Really? A pretty girl is? Where?”

Yeri laughs and smacks your leg. “Kneeling right in front of you, idiot.” You smile back, but the tension quickly settles back into the living room of your shared apartment. “If you don’t give me a concrete answer in two seconds, I’m going to pull your pants off.”

“Wait—” Yeri stops as her hands curl around the hem of your pants. “—just … why?”

“I said, the cupcakes are—”

“No no no, I mean, like … why. This isn’t … normal. You know what I mean?”

“Oppa, you’re just complicating things.”

“And now, why are you calling me ‘oppa’? When was the last time you did that? Like, two years ago?”

“That’s it, I’m just gonna—” Yeri tugs at your pants, and for some reason, you don’t stop her. “—there.” You are very glad you decided to do your laundry yesterday and weren’t forced to wear your bright red boxers. “And now, these.”

“Jesus, Yer—”

Despite your complaints, you end up complying with her silent request to lift your bum off the couch, letting her pull the last barrier separating your junk and your roommate of three years. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“My eyes are up here, Yeri.”

You’re so nervous that you’re frankly shocked you remembered to say that line, a joke you’ve always wanted to make but never had the chance to. “I’ll be the judge of that.” And, as always, Yeri responds to your dumb quip with perfect precision. Is she even nervous? Given the flippant way she offered to be in this very circumstance, you feel like the answer to that question is ‘no’.

“Fuck, you’re really doing this, huh?”

“Too late to say ‘no’ now, oppa.”

This time, you don’t even complain about her calling you that, the firm pressure of Yeri’s soft hands inching towards your hardening erection under the undivided attention of her ardent gaze causing your breath to catch in your throat. They build and build, the coalescing buildup of tension in your esophagus simultaneously quickening and deepening your breath as her hands seem to close in on your dick in slow motion.

“I guess I have to apologize for all the times I joked about you having a small dick.”

“…what?” It takes a second to fully comprehend the question, then another to respond, “well, on average, it is small.”

Yeri blinks and then shoots an unbelieving glare at you. “What? No, it’s not. Look at—” her dainty fingers suddenly clasp around your member, forcing a hiss out of your throat. “—it. Oh my god, it’s getting bigger.”

“Shit, Yeri, are you sure you’re not a virgin?”

She scoffs at you. “I think I would know if I’ve been fucked before.”

You can’t even really formulate a response, as Yeri has already started slowly pumping your shaft. Instead, you let out a gargled mess of something between a grunt and a moan. You can feel your legs tensing and your hands curling into fists, tightening further as the speed of her hands quicken. “Fuck…”

“Does it feel that good?” There it is. That playful, mischievous smirk. Although, in this context: with your now fully erect cock in her hands, it makes you feel a whole other way, something you’ve never felt for her before: arousal.

“Yeah, fuck, it does.”

Yeri lets out a pleased hum, her eyes dropping back down on your dick. She shifts a little, leaning forward and rubbing her thumb on your glans while the other hand continues its jerking motion against the length of your shaft. You can see her starting to lean down a little, and your eyes land on those succulent, strikingly red lips of hers.

Yeri is your roommate, and you’re lucky that’s the case: not because you two get along so well, or because she’s so gorgeous, but because you can’t afford any other living accommodation. You heard how your friend, Seulgi, Yeri’s previous roommate, advocated for you: how you’re a very safe guy, how you’d never make a move on her, and considering how suddenly Seulgi needed to move out, the two of you were left with little choice but to agree to these strange living conditions. You always felt weird about fantasizing about women you had to see and interact with in real life, but the glowing review Seulgi left of you was yet another reason why you never really looked at Yeri that way.

Now that she’s kneeling between your pantless legs, things are considerably different. To hell with ‘not making a move on her’, she is the one making a move on you. Before today, you might’ve cringed at that notion, citing the fact that Yeri is your friend and that would just be weird. Now, although it still is weird, your mind can’t help but wander, imagining what those luscious lips would feel like around your cock.

“How about this?”

You nod again. “Yeah, that feels really good.” For a second, you become self-conscious at how unsexy those words are, but those thoughts are instantly blown away by the sudden speed at which Yeri starts pumping your shaft.

“It’s so hard and so hot, I wonder…”

For a moment, you yourself wonder if the cloud of arousal that has overtaken your brain suppressed the rest of that sentence, but turning your eyes back onto your roommate, you realize that isn’t the case. Yeri looks completely enamored with your cock, lost in a swirl of lust and amazement created by the firm, fast handjob she’s giving you.

“Shit, Yeri…”

“No, wait!” She abruptly stops, and you look at her in confusion. “You can’t yet! I’m supposed to be giving you a blowjob!”

You swear you can see a hint of redness on her cheeks now, which confuses you even more. “…I’m so … what?”

“Huh? Were you close?”

Ah. “No, it just felt good, and you looked so sexy with how hard you were focusing that those words slipped out of my mouth.” Now, the redness in her cheeks becomes slightly more pronounced.

“Well, then wait to see how sexy I look with your cock between my lips.”