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Hongjoong eagerly approached his last house on his delivery list, happy to both be done with work and to see the person inside. Mrs. Park was an absolute wet dream of an omega. She had full lips and a curvy figure and tits and ass like he’d never seen before. The night after Hongjoong made his first delivery there he’d jerked off to the memory of seeing her and hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind since. He couldn’t even watch porn anymore because it wasn’t her. All he cared about was making sure that when Mrs. Park ordered groceries, he was the one to take them to her.

He was being stupid, he knew. Mrs. Park was married. He could imagine seeing and touching her perfect body in any way he want, but it would never actually happen. If only it didn’t affect his other relationships. He’d been pulled into random bedrooms during house parties before but never made it past kissing and some light groping. He just couldn’t get it up. It didn’t take long for him to gain a reputation as impotent. He was going to die a virgin because he couldn’t get over one milf.

“Hi sweetheart!” Mrs. Park answered the door after the first knock, wrapping her robe more tightly around her frame as the cold winter wind blew by. “Here. Let me help you bring the groceries in.”

“Oh you don’t have to do that,” Hongjoong was quick to say, his mouth going dry as he eyed her up and down in her fluffy bathrobe. “It’s my job. You just have a seat.”

“Ok, come on in,” Mrs. Park opened the door wider for him, stepping back so he could heave the heavy bags into her immaculately clean kitchen. “It’s so cold outside. Do you drink coffee?” Mrs. Park closed the door behind him and started fussing in the kitchen. She turned and eyed Hongjoong up and down. “Maybe hot cocoa?”

Hongjoong flushed and busied himself with putting away her groceries, trying not to be offended that Mrs. Park didn’t think he was old enough to be drinking coffee. “I’m in college. Of course I drink coffee,” he said playfully.

“Of course,” Mrs. Park said with that blinding smile of hers that made Hongjoong’s heart skip a beat. “Take a seat. I’ll make you one.”

Hongjoong couldn’t believe he was actually invited to stay. He sat reverently on her couch and looked around her home in awe. It was smartly decorated and extremely clean. He spotted pictures framed on the wall of Mrs. Park with a very tall, very attractive alpha. That must be her husband. Hongjoong suddenly felt small and stupid. He could never compete. He was short and scrawny and even his own peers didn’t want him.

“Here you go, baby,” Mrs. Park handed him a steaming mug of coffee and sat next to him warming her hands on her own mug. “Do you have many more deliveries to do?”

“Oh, uh, you were my last for today,” Hongjoong said, his voice sounding higher than he’d intended. Mrs. Park’s thick thighs were so close to his.

“Oh lucky me,” Mrs. Park laughed musically. “I get to keep my favorite delivery boy as long as I want.”

Hongjoong laughed with her, probably a little too hard. “I’m your favorite?” he had to ask.

“Of course,” Mrs. Park ruffled his hair with her perfectly manicured fingers. “Living so close to the local college, I get a lot of cute young delivery boys. But you’re my favorite.”

“Y-you’re my favorite delivery,” Hongjoong dumbly tripped over his words.

“I am? What an honor,” Mrs. Park put a hand on her chest, her robe slipping down slightly and Hongjoong nearly blacked out when he saw a lacy bra strap on her bare shoulder. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“W-where is your husband? I never see him,” Hongjoong asked, trying to make conversation and not combust.

“Oh, my Yunho is a pilot. He’s never home,” Mrs. Park huffed, sipping her coffee dejectedly.

“That must be really lonely,” Hongjoong sympathized.

“It is,” Mrs. Park sighed, crossing her legs, her bare thighs peaking through the fabric.

Hongjoong’s mouth dropped open looking at the soft, plush, supple skin. He tried to play it off by taking another sip of his coffee but was so worked up he nearly choked.

“Are you ok dear?” Mrs. Park rubbed his back as he coughed. “You seem distracted.”

“Oh I’m fine. It’s ok,” Hongjoong tried to say as casually as possible.

“Are things ok at school? With your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Hongjoong answered too quickly.

“No? A pretty young alpha like you? A boyfriend?” Mrs. Park tilted her head, her beautiful soft hair brushing her shoulders. Hongjoong wanted to lean over and smell it.

“No. No one,” Hongjoong assured her, wondering where this was going. “I’m, uh, focusing on my studies this semester.”

“How very prudent of you,” Mrs. Park seemed to approve. “Maybe if I’d had less sex in college I wouldn’t have ended up a neglected house wife.”

Hongjoong choked on his own spit at the image of Mrs. Park as a college slut.

“Are you sure you’re not getting sick?” Mrs. Park seemed worried. “Why don’t you stay for dinner? I’ll make some soup.”

“You don’t have to do that, Mrs. Park,” Hongjoong said, hoping more than anything she’d call his bluff and insist.

“I insist,” Mrs. Park smiled at him. “And please just call me Seonghwa. Mrs. Park makes me feel old.” She sunk back into the plush couch and sighed. “I could really use the company too.”

“I could come keep you company whenever you want, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong said eagerly, her name tasting wonderful in his mouth, feeling thrilled to be given the honor of saying it.

“Oh could you?” Seonghwa beamed at him. Her eyes slipped from Hongjoong’s face to his lap and quickly flicked back up to his face.

Hongjoong looked down, wondering if he’d spilled coffee on himself in excitement and all of the blood drained from his face when he saw the very obvious erection that was tenting his pants. And she’d seen it. She was going to call him a pervert and kick him out. He awkwardly covered it with his free hand and held his breath.

“Is that for me, sweet thing?” Seonghwa purred directly into his ear.

Hongjoong forgot how to breathe. “I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered out.

“Don’t apologize,” Seonghwa laughed, taking the coffee out of his hands and setting it aside before scooting closer to him so her beautiful thighs pressed into his. “I’m flattered young alphas like you still find me attractive.”

“You’re more than just attractive,” Hongjoong said without thinking.

“Oh?” Seonghwa leaned into his space, her beautiful lips curling into a smirk. “Do you have a crush on me, baby?” Hongjoong nodded, his heartrate going so fast his chest hurt. “Do you think about me when you’re all alone?” Seonghwa whispered, her lips getting closer. Hongjoong nodded, going cross-eyed to keep looking at them. “What do you think about doing with me, baby?”

“K-kissing you,” Hongjoong said timidly, his voice sounding in his head like he was underwater.

“You can kiss me, baby,” Seonghwa purred.

Hongjoong pressed his mouth to hers so fast they clicked teeth. Seonghwa giggled as Hongjoong felt an entire year’s worth of pent up sexual frustration finally burst as he pushed his tongue between her full lips.

Seonghwa held his face and kissed him back, taking control. All Hongjoong could do was lay back on the couch and try to remember to breathe as the gorgeous omega straddled his waist and sat in his lap, absolutely devouring his mouth. Hongjoong’s hands twitched to hold her full hips, to grind up against her plush ass, but he hadn’t been given permission and he didn’t want to fuck this up. He was already in heaven. He didn’t want to get greedy.

Hongjoong was completely lightheaded when Mrs. Park finally pulled back, looking over his completely fucked out face with a satisfied smile. “What else do you fantasize about?” Seonghwa kissed along his jaw and throat, making Hongjoong sputter and moan pathetically.

“Touching you,” Hongjoong said weakly, completely out of breath.

“Where do you want to touch me?” Seonghwa sat up more in his lap, putting more pressure on where she was sitting on his dick.

All of the blood in Hongjoong’s brain had rushed to his cock. He didn’t have a single coherent thought in his head. “Your…” Hongjoong’s eyes were locked on her full chest right in front of his face.

“Say what you want, baby,” Seonghwa put an elegant finger under his chin and made him meet her eyes. “And you might just get it.”

“I want to touch your… tits,” Hongjoong said lamely. Should he have said breasts? No. That was weirder. Boobs was too juvenile. Should he have said chest? All thoughts were knocked out of head when Seonghwa pulled her robe down off her shoulders revealing her huge rack framed deliciously by a black, lacy bra.

Seonghwa had to pick up his lax hands and place them on her chest he had stopped functioning so much. Hongjoong lightly squeezed, feeling the soft skin give under his fingertips. He ran his hands under them and felt the immense weight of them, lifting them up slightly and watching them fall. His hands trembled as he touched them all over, his fingers running across the lace like he was handling a precious artifact.

“Is this your first time seeing breasts, sweetheart?” Seonghwa laughed at him and Hongjoong blushed furiously. Was he that obvious?

“In… person,” Hongjoong couldn’t look away from them to even meet her eyes.

“Here, why don’t you look at them properly,” Seonghwa said, reaching behind herself to unclip her lingerie.

Hongjoong’s eyes bugged out of his head when the bra fell off, revealing Mrs. Park’s tits in all their glory. He gasped when he felt a hot wetness suddenly flood his groin, his pants becoming even tighter, mortified to realize he’d just cum in his pants from looking at boobs. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But it was worth it.

Seonghwa didn’t seem to realize his predicament, taking his hands that had fallen to his sides again and place them back on his heated skin. Hongjoong touched and squeezed all over her precious mounds, trying to memorize every detail. He lightly pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, his mouth watering to taste.

“Say what you want, baby,” Seonghwa said softly, running his fingers though his hair.

“Can I use my mouth?” Hongjoong finally looked up to see her beautiful brown eyes.

“Of course you can,” Seonghwa smiled, lightly scratching his scalp. She cupped the back of his head and guided it to her chest, softly sighing as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked it, massaging her other breast and he lived out his fantasies before switching to the other one, not wanting to leave either of these masterpieces untouched.

“Good boy,” Seonghwa said, her hips shifting on Hongjoong’s lap in a way that had his dick stirring back to life. Hongjoong nibbled the nub with his teeth, feeling more than hearing her gasp and her fingers tighten in her hair.

Hongjoong detached from her nipple and kissed his chest on the way to the other one, happy to continue the back and forth until he died of old age. He nipped and sucked the supple skin surrounding her nipple and received a flick on the forehead.

“No marks,” she said seriously.

Reality finally caught up with Hongjoong’s perverted mind. She was married. “Your husband,” he finally said.

“Why are we bringing him up now?” Seonghwa pouted.

“We… shouldn’t,” Hongjoong couldn’t get himself to actually articulate the words he didn’t want to say.

“Don’t you worry about him,” Seonghwa soothed him. “He’s going to be away for at least the next week. Not to mention, I know he fucks his flight attendants. If his bed isn’t empty why should mine be?”

Hongjoong didn’t need a single word more to convince him. “Ok,” he said lamely.

Seonghwa gave him a soft smile, tilting her head thoughtfully. “Do you want to take this to the bedroom?”

“Yes. Please,” Hongjoong swallowed hard. His knees completely gave out when Seonghwa climbed out of his lap and he tried to stand up.

“Oh, baby,” Seonghwa laughed, helping him stand up again. “Is this too much for you? We can stop.”

“No, I’m ok,” Hongjoong said a little too loudly, cringing at his own voice. “I can do this.”

“Are you sure?” Seonghwa asked. “You should have someone your own age take your virginity. Not an old woman like me.”

“No please,” Hongjoong would have fallen to her feet and begged if he had to. “I don’t want anyone my age. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Is that so?” Seonghwa looped her arms around Hongjoong’s shoulders, her heavy chest pressing into Hongjoong’s shirt. “You want little old me?”

“More than anything,” Hongjoong breathed, his hands hovering over her waist, unsure how to hold her or if he was even allowed.

“How do you want me?” Seonghwa purred, pressing a knee between Hongjoong’s legs. Hongjoong whimpered, completely entranced by her. She kissed his cheek. “You want my mouth?” She kissed his neck. “My pussy?” She kissed his lips. “My ass?” She pulled back and smiled at Hongjoong’s slack mouthed expression. “You seem to be fond of my tits. You want to fuck those too?” She pushed them together for show.

“Yes,” Hongjoong was drooling.

“Which one baby?”

“All of them,” Hongjoong said, hypnotized by the tits being squeezed directly in front of his face.

“All of them?” Seonghwa laughed. “I sure hope your mother isn’t expecting you back any time tonight.”

“I’ll tell my roommates not to wait up for me,” Hongjoong swallowed.

“Good,” Seonghwa nodded, satisfied. “Come, baby. Let’s lose that virginity, shall we?”

Hongjoong tried to get ahold of himself as he stumbled, weak kneed into Seonghwa’s bedroom. This was the culmination of his wildest wet dreams. He could not fuck this up. But he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing and Seonghwa had so much experience. He was getting the feeling that he was not the first college student she’d invited back to her bedroom. He just had to make an impression.

His thoughts halted as Seonghwa turned around and dropped her robe to the floor. She was only wearing a matching black, lacy thong that framed her round ass perfectly. She turned back around and giggled at his expression. “Like what you see, sweetheart?”

“You’re beautiful,” Hongjoong said, trying to think of anything smooth to say.

“You’re very sweet,” Seonghwa approached him, hooking her fingers in under the hem of his shirt. “And a little overdressed.” Hongjoong lifted his arms and let the omega pull his shirt off. He shivered when she ran her hands all over his exposed torso. “Look at you. Do you work out?”

Hongjoong felt a swell of pride at her words. “Sometimes,” he said, not mentioning that it was mostly when he couldn’t get his horny energy out any other way.

“Very nice,” Seonghwa ran her hands down his toned arms and squeezed, appreciating his body. Her hands quested lower, pressing against Hongjoong’s aching dick making him gasp. “Aw, baby. Did you wet yourself?”

Hongjoong was mortified as she palmed the wet spot on the front of his pants. He either had to admit that he came just from looking at boobs or lie and say he pissed himself. Either way was unimaginable.

“It’s ok. I’ll clean you up,” Seonghwa chuckled before lowering herself to her knees in front of him and undoing his belt.

Hongjoong’s eyes opened wide at the vision of Seonghwa kneeling before him, pulling his pants down with his underwear. Stroking his dick, already slick with his own cum. Looking back up at him with those big, beautiful brown eyes. She stuck out her tongue and Hongjoong nearly fainted at seeing how long it was before she licked up and down his shaft, cleaning the cum off of it before opening her mouth wide and swallowing him down all in one go.

Hongjoong cried out, his hands flying to her head, using her as support as she swallowed around him. If he hadn’t just cum he would have then. She was too good, using her mouth in ways he could never even imagine possible. He’d never had his dick anywhere near another person and now it was down Mrs. Park’s throat. He must be dreaming. Maybe he died on his last delivery and now he was in heaven.

Seonghwa pulled back much too soon and kissed the velvety head of his cock, licking off the bead or precum that dribbled down. “Nice and clean,” she smacked her lips. She stroked it with her soft hand, pressing it to the side of her face and kissing the shaft while looking up at him. “How do you want to lose your virginity, sweet thing?”

Hongjoong had thought about it, sure. He’d dedicated more thought to it than anything else in his young adult life. But right in that moment, he didn’t have an answer. He wanted her mouth back around him. He wanted to bend her over the bed and fuck her pussy. He wanted to feel her ass squeezing around him. He wanted it all. He put a hand over his mouth when he realized sounds had been escaping but none of them had been actual words.

Then he remembered one of his classmates complaining that her alpha never went down on her and always just stuck his knot in her in a horny haze. He needed to be better. And there was something else he really wanted to do.

“Can… you sit on my face first?”

“Of course,” Seonghwa gave his cock one last kiss before getting to her feet and kissing Hongjoong, the bitter taste of cum still on her tongue. “It’s your big day. You can have anything you want.”

Hongjoong chased her lips, wanting to taste more. She obliged, backing them up until her knees hit the bed as Hongjoong plundered her mouth, tasting every inch of it. Seonghwa giggled, putting her hands on Hongjoong’s waist and spinning them around, pushing Hongjoong lightly so he fell onto the soft bed. He looked up at her in awe as she stepped out of her lace panties, a long line of slick connecting them to her pussy until it finally broke. Hongjoong almost asked if he could keep them, but his rational brain thankfully vetoed it before it came out his mouth.

“Lay down on the pillows baby,” Seonghwa coaxed, heling Hongjoong get into position before throwing one of her perfect legs over his face and slowly lowering herself down on top of him.

If Hongjoong died right then, drowned in pussy, he would be at peace. He licked from her hole to her clit, sucking it into his mouth and moaning at the taste. He’d never tasted anything like it and he was instantly addicted. Seonghwa held onto the headboard and slowly ground against his face, moaning softly as Hongjoong lapped up the copious amount of slick that had leaked out.

She ground her clit against Hongjoong’s nose as he plunged his tongue inside of her, moaning loudly as he felt her channel open up around the wet muscle. He involuntarily bucked his hips up, wanting more than anything in the world to bury himself inside that wet heat. To feel her all around him. But he absolutely wasn’t willing to give up tasting her to get it. No meal would ever compare.

She reached down and grabbed his hands that were resting uselessly on the bed and placed them on her plush ass. “You’re allowed to touch me baby,” she chuckled. “There you go. Give it a nice squeeze.” Hongjoong squeezed and pulled and played with her perfect ass while she rolled her hips into his mouth. “Good boy. Lick it nice and firm. Yes. Just like that. Now suck on my clit. Gentle now. Fuck. A little more. Yes. Just like that.” She threw her head back and moaned as Hongjoong did as she said, absolutely desperate to please. In minutes, she gasped and locked her knees around Hongjoong’s head, pressing down hard against him, completely cutting off his ability to breathe. He didn’t care. She was cumming on his face, slick dripping down his chin. He licked her through it, hoping it would never end.

Finally, Seonghwa sighed, her muscles relaxing. She climbed off of his face as Hongjoong gasped for air, feeling euphoric and light headed. “That was so good, baby,” she said, laying down next to him. “Did you like that?”

“You taste so good,” Hongjoong said in a raspy voice, licking his lips.

“Can I have a taste?” Seonghwa leaned in close to him. Hongjoong closed the gap, opening his mouth to let her taste herself on his tongue just has he had with hers. She pulled back and licked her own lips. “Delicious,” she purred. She ran a finger lightly over his red, leaking cock making Hongjoong shudder. “Now what would you like to do with this, hm?”

“Can I put it in your pussy?” Hongjoong asked, hips twitching as Seonghwa continued to tease him with light touches.

“I would love that,” Seonghwa sat up but Hongjoong was still much too lightheaded to join him. “How would you like it? On my back? From behind? Want me on top?”

Hongjoong pictured Seonghwa’s tits bouncing as she rode his cock and nearly had an aneurism. “Can you be on top?”

“Want me to show you how it’s done?” Seonghwa smiled, straddling his hips and looking down at him. Hongjoong nodded quickly. Good. It was much harder for him to fuck it up from down here. He just had to focus on not popping a knot the second he was inside of her. He could do that.

Seonghwa reached behind herself and picked up his heavy cock, sitting up on her knees and teasing her dripping entrance with the head of it. “You done being a virgin, Hongjoong?”

“Please,” Hongjoong replied, nearly shaking apart.

“There we go,” Seonghwa sighed as he sank down on Hongjoong’s cock. Hongjoong gripped her hips, moaning obscenely as his cock was engulfed in the soft, wet velvety confines of Mrs. Park’s pussy. It was everything he’d ever wanted and more. “How does that feel?” Seonghwa asked, swiveling her hips as she reached the bottom.

“Amazing,” Hongjoong said, fireworks going off behind his eyes. “Oh my god.”

Seonghwa giggled at his reaction and moved his hands from his waist to her heavy tits which he immediately squeezed. “Hold these for me,” she said as she started bouncing.

Feeling the way gravity affected the soft mounds as she rode him nearly sent Hongjoong to an early grave. He squeezed and fondled them as his cock was massaged by her perfect pussy. He almost couldn’t hear her moans over the rushing of blood in his ears and the obscene sounds he was making himself. Then he caught the wet, squelching slapping sounds that bounced around the room and hand to breathe hard through his teeth to keep himself from cumming.

“Your cock is so good,” Seonghwa moaned, slowing her pace to really savor the way his length filled her up.

“I can give it to you whenever you want,” Hongjoong panted, his hips jerking up to meet her thrusts making her cry out in pleasure. “All you have to do is call me and I’ll do whatever you want. Anything. You don’t have to be lonely.”

“Aw, baby,” Seonghwa stopped and cupped his face. Whatever she was about to say next was cut off by the sound of a cellphone ringing. “Oh, he must have landed.”

Hongjoong’s eyes went wide with shock as she reached over to her nightstand and picked up the phone. “Hi Honey. How was the flight?”

Hongjoong pressed his hands over his own mouth so hard that he could barely breathe. He couldn’t make a single sound. And Seonghwa was not helping him as she ground her hips into him as she casually talked on the phone with her husband.

“Oh, you caught me on the exercise bike. I only have ten more minutes before the end of my workout,” she chuckled. “No it’s ok. I can talk.” She pinched her own nipple as she listened to her husband talk on the other end and lightly rocked herself on Hongjoong’s cock. “Oh really? They put you in one of the fancy rooms. It’s a shame you have to stay there alone.” Hongjoong tried to silently beg Seonghwa to hang up the phone, his vision tunneling from lack of oxygen. “What was that?” Seonghwa’s tone shifted. “I heard a sound. No I don’t think it was on my end.”

Hongjoong felt adrenaline running rampant through his veins. He was so focused on not making a sound he didn’t even notice his knot growing until it popped. Both he and Seonghwa gasped when it expanded inside her before Hongjoong started spilling cum deep into her pussy.

“Ah, no I think I just pulled something,” Seonghwa said breathlessly as Hongjoong’s eyes rolled up underneath her as he writhed through his orgasm. “Yes, I’m going to go stretch it out. Sleep well.” She hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed, bracing her hands on Hongjoong’s pecs as he pulled his own hands away and gasped for air. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, rocking back against his knot, letting it tug at her rim before clenching down on it and drawing it in deeper. “That’s good.”

“Why did you pick up?” Hongjoong whined, still cumming.

“He gets suspicious if I don’t,” Seonghwa sighed, reaching down and rubbing her clit as she fucked herself with his knot. “Forget about him.”

Done and done. Hongjoong played with her tits as Seonghwa rubbed herself quickly, her pussy tensing around his knot until she let out a low groan, cumming hard with him still inside her. He watched her face in awe as he saw it fall apart in pleasure and felt it ripple through her body. He felt more cum spurt out of him, adding to the load already locked inside of her. He rested his exhausted head back on the pillows as she laid down on top of him, kissing up his jaw and neck before locking their lips together.

They lazily made out until Hongjoong’s knot deflated. She sat up and let it fall out of her, a huge glob of cum dripping out as well.

Hongjoong sat up abruptly, his heart jolting in his chest. “Condoms,” he gasped. “I forgot about condoms.”

“Oh baby,” Seonghwa soothed him, running her fingers through his hair. “I had my tubes tied years ago. You don’t need to worry about that. I get tested every time my whore husband comes home to me. It’s ok.”

Hongjoong nearly passed out from relief. “I’m still sorry I forgot,” he said sheepishly.

“I forgive you,” Seonghwa kissed his nose. “Now why don’t we let your pretty cock have a little break. I’ll make you some dinner, hm?”

“Ok,” Hongjoong said, beyond thrilled at the implication that this wasn’t over. “Do we have to get dressed again?”

“We don’t have to do anything,” Seonghwa said sweetly. “You want to see me cooking naked?”

“Fuck yes,” Hongjoong said sincerely.

Seonghwa got out the groceries Hongjoong had delivered her and started making a simple dinner. Hongjoong said he would help, but with such a perfect body in front of him, he couldn’t possibly do anything but touch it. He stood behind her, massaging her tits as she prepared ingredients, rubbing his half hard cock between her full ass cheeks. Seonghwa didn’t complain, leaning into his touches and grinding back against him. “You young people and your stamina,” she marveled at how quickly Hongjoong grew hard again. “You have to eat first,” she insisted as the head of his cock brushed against her twitching asshole.

“Then after?” Hongjoong asked breathlessly.

“You can fuck my ass after your plate is clean,” Seonghwa promised.

Hongjoong had never eaten a meal faster in his life. Seonghwa barely had time to touch hers before he was grabbing her by the hand and pulling her back into the bedroom. She didn’t have a single word of complaint, however as he bent her over on all fours on the bed and spread her cheeks, kissing and licking her puckered asshole like it was the most decadent dessert.

“Oh fuck,” Seonghwa buried her face in her hands as she pushed her hips back against Hongjoong’s face.

Hongjoong ate her ass like he was starving, savoring every sensation. He would never be able to get over how lucky he was in that moment. He could have gone forever, but his cock ached with the need to be buried inside her again. He pulled back, looking around frantically. “Lube.”

“Top drawer,” Seonghwa pointed to the nightstand weakly.

Hongjoong rushed to grab it, coating his fingers liberally in the slippery substance before plunging a finger into her puckered hole. He felt her squeeze around it as he thrust it in and out, coating her insides with lube. Once the slide became easy, he added another finger. He had to reach down and stroke himself with his other hand to take some of the immense pressure off so he didn’t lose his patience. He would never forgive himself if he hurt her.

He didn’t know when to stop after he stretched her around three fingers. He just thrust them in and out, mesmerized by the sight of them disappearing inside of her while her pussy dripped just beneath them. He suddenly wished he had been born with two cocks so he could fuck both holes at once.

“I’m ready,” Seonghwa said, a little out of breath. “Fuck me.”

Hongjoong didn’t need to be told twice. He slicked up his cock and pressed it inside of her, an embarrassing sound escaping his throat as soon as he was fully seated inside her perfect ass. Seonghwa was ready much before he was, rocking her hips back, fucking herself on his cock.

Hongjoong got the hint and hoped that he wouldn’t cum as soon as he felt he was going to as he met her thrusts with his own sharp ones. Seonghwa cried out and reached between her legs to rub her pussy as Hongjoong buried himself over and over in her ass. He watched as it bounced every time his pelvis smacked it. He ran his hands over it, feeling the shockwaves roll though the fat. He spread her cheeks to watch his cock be swallowed up by her squeezing hole. He didn’t know what came over him, but before he knew it, he was reeling back and smacking her round ass. Both of them moaned as he felt her clench at the sensation.

“Do that again,” she moaned, lost in sensation.

Hongjoong spanked her again and again until her ass was red and raw. Seonghwa cried out as she came, her ass spastically squeezing around Hongjoong. He couldn’t resist the perfect sensation as he slammed his knot into her tight ass, spreading her walls to the limit.

Seonghwa made a broken, choked out cry, but didn’t stop cumming until Hongjoong had released everything he had left into her.

They carefully laid down on the bed, Hongjoong spooning behind her. She placed his hands back on her tits for him to play with until his knot went down.

“I’m going to need you to deliver more than groceries from now on,” Seonghwa giggled.

“Really? I can come back?” Hongjoong asked ecstatically.

“You can cum wherever you want if you keep fucking like that,” Seonghwa sighed, wiggling her ass against him. “You just have to be out of here every couple of weeks when my husband comes home.”

Hongjoong had never gotten a better deal in his whole life.

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Yeosang’s heart was beating so fast she was afraid she might pass out. She’d worked so hard to become a stewardess and today was her first real flight. She’d really done it. She was so excited and nervous and overwhelmed with emotion that she had to take a quick seat before the passengers started boarding.

“You ok?”

Yeosang looked up to see the most beautiful alpha she’d ever laid eyes on. He was tall and had wide shoulders and a charming smile. She stared at him for way too long before she got her faculties back in order. “Yes, I’m ok,” she said breathlessly. “Just nerves. It’s my first flight.”

“I remember my first flight,” the man laughed. “The stakes were much higher, though, since I was flying the plane. The worst you can do is spill coffee on someone and believe me everyone’s done it. You’ll be fine.”

Yeosang nodded, finally noticing the man was in a pilot’s uniform. She was instantly put at ease with his jovial energy. She smiled at him.

“What a pretty smile,” the pilot grinned back at her. “You’re going to charm the pants off the passengers I just know it. Here.” He pulled something from his pocket and pressed it into her hand. She felt her heart leap in her chest as her hands were completely engulfed in his for just a moment, the heat lingering after he pulled his hands away. She saw the small enamel wings pin he’d given her. “That was my good luck charm on my first flight. You can have it for yours.”

“Oh I could never take something like this,” Yeosang tried to give it back.

“Keep it,” the pilot insisted. “I don’t need luck to fly planes anymore. Or at least I hope I don’t,” he laughed.

“Thank you so much,” Yeosang held the precious pin to her chest.

“Anything to see that pretty smile,” the pilot rubbed a warm hand on her shoulder. She felt lighting sip around her whole body from the point where he touched her. Alphas never touched her. They never even looked at her. And here was the most perfect one she’d ever seen giving her so much attention. She didn’t know what to do with it but giggle nervously. “You’re going to do great,” he said before disappearing into the cockpit.

“Carful with that one,” one of the older flight attendants warned him, noticing the way Yeosang was staring at the closed door.

“Huh?” she asked, still too buzzy with emotions to process what she’d said.

“He’s married,” the older woman chuckled at her.

“Oh,” Yeosang tried not to look as disappointed as she felt. Of course he hadn’t been interested in her. He was just being nice to her because she was nervous like any good man would.

“It’s ok,” the woman put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but Yeosang didn’t feel a single spark fly this time. “There’ll be plenty of older men flirting with you on this flight and every other.”

She’d been right. Yeosang did her job perfectly for the entire flight and at least four older alphas had made some passing comments about her. But they didn’t give her butterflies the way the pilot’s had. They just made her uncomfortable.

Once she’d finished all of her duties on board she peaked into the cockpit, half hoping the pilot was still there, but of course he’d left while she was busy. She was hoping to give his pin back and thank him properly for the encouragement. And definitely not to touch those big warm hands again as she gave it back or see that charming smile or look up into those big beautiful brown eyes.
He's married. She took a deep breath and tried to get the butterflies in her stomach to calm down. It’s not like she would even do anything. She’d never done anything with anyone. She just wanted to talk to him again. There couldn’t be any harm in talking.

But she didn’t see him anywhere in the airport as she checked out from her duties and got a car to the hotel the airline set up for her. She sighed, leaning her head against the window of the car as an unfamiliar city zoomed by. They worked for the same airline. Surely they’d see each other again.

She left her bags in her room and decided she wanted to go downstairs and get some food. She sat on a stool by the hotel bar and ordered an appetizer, feeling very proud of herself for not hiding in her room until they flew out the next day. She felt very grown up sitting at a bar all by herself. She considered ordering a drink, but the names of the cocktails confused her and she didn’t want to look stupid.

“What you drinking?”

Yeosang gasped when she realized the pilot was standing behind her, looking at the menu over her shoulder. “Oh, uh,” Yeosang fumbled with the menu, picking a martini at random.

The man sat in the stool next to her and ordered a brandy. He sighed, taking a sip of his drink. “So how did your first flight go?”

“Perfect,” Yeosang beamed, handing the pin back. “Thank you so much. Your charm worked.”

The man’s big hand closed around hers as he pushed it back to her chest. “Keep it,” he said. “I insist.” Yeosang’s heart fluttered. “What’s your name?”

“Yeosang,” she responded in a weak voice as the man pulled his hand away, feeling her fingers tingle.

“It’s very nice to meet you Yeosang,” the man smiled sincerely. “I’m Yunho. I’ve been flying with this airline for a very long time. If you ever need anything, please just give me a call.” Yeosang’s mouth hung open as Yunho wrote down his number on a cocktail napkin and handed it to her. “This company likes to screw over new flight attendants. If they try anything with you, you let me know.”

“I will,” Yeosang immediately pulled out her phone and put his number in as if it would escape if she didn’t do it quick enough. “You’re so kind.”

“I’d hate to see a pretty young thing like you get taken advantage of,” Yunho winked at her.

Yeosang giggled just a little too loudly, her hands shaking as she tried to bring her appetizer to her lips. “I’m not that pretty.”

“Of course you are,” Yunho reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of her face, making her cheeks burn like a furnace. “Look at you,” he said quietly, his eyes really taking in her whole face. “Your boyfriend must trust you a lot to let you be away so often with a pretty face like that.”

“Oh I don’t have a boyfriend,” Yeosang squeaked, finally taking a sip from her drink. It was stronger than she expected, but she never really drank much alcohol before as she’d just turned twenty one. Her best friend had taken her out for a night of heavy drinking on her birthday that left her feeling sicker than she’d ever felt in her life and she hadn’t touched the stuff since. But now, she needed something to do with her hands so she kept sipping it until it was all gone.

“I can’t believe you don’t have a boyfriend,” Yunho teased, waving down the bartender. “She’ll have another one. Put everything on my tab.”

“Oh you don’t have to,” Yeosang blushed.

“We’re celebrating your first flight,” Yunho clinked their glasses together.

Yunho chatted with her about her time at school and all of the training she had to do to and about how none of the alphas ever paid any attention to her but now that she was in an omega dominated industry she was making lots of friends. Yunho listened so attentively, ordering her drink after drink until her cheeks were rosy and her nerves were completely forgotten.

“Oh, I’ve been talking too much,” she said, pressing a hand to her heated face.

“No, I love listening to you,” Yunho smiled, putting a hand on her knee.

Yeosang’s heart leapt to her throat, embarrassed at how wet one innocent touch made her. “How… is your wife?” she asked, clearing her throat, trying to remember that he was just being nice.

“She’s probably under some eighteen year old with a porn addiction right now,” Yunho chuckled, emptying his glass.

Yeosang’s eyes went wide with shock at his words, stumbling and stuttering out a reply. “Is that… do you… I mean…”

“I’m never home,” Yunho sighed, tracing his fingers over his glass. “What can I do?”

“I’m sorry,” Yeosang said, genuinely feeling bad for him. How could anyone do that to such an amazing man? She would never do anything to hurt him if she was his.

“Sometimes I wish I’d settled down with a girl like you,” Yunho rubbed her knee again.

Yeosang tripped over her tongue. “Oh, uh, I mean,” she mumbled, sipping her empty glass.

“You ever see a penthouse suit, Yeosang?” Yunho asked.

“No?” Yeosang answered, her focus entirely on the way Yunho’s hand wrapped around her knee, squeezing her leg just a little. Her panties were soaked.

“Would you like to?”

“Yes,” Yeosang answered without a single thought in her head. She would do anything he asked. She was young and alone in a big city she’d never been to before and he seemed to know how to do everything. She didn’t fight the urge to stick to him like glue. She didn’t feel so small or scared when she was with him.

Yunho patted her knee one last time before getting up and helping her to her feet. She didn’t realize how much she’d drunk until she got up, feeling a little unsteady on her feet. “Careful baby girl,” Yunho chuckled, wrapping a big, warm hand around her waist. “Here. Let me help you.”

Yeosang marveled at how high up the elevator went until they stepped out on the top floor. She gasped when Yunho opened the door to his suite, revealing the biggest, most beautiful room she’d ever seen. She didn’t even know they made hotel rooms like this. “Did the airline put you up here?” she asked in wonder.

“I’m their best pilot and I have a lot of offers with competing airlines,” Yunho chuckled at her expression. “They do everything they can to make it worth my while to stay.”

“Wow,” Yeosang explored the room with clumsy feet and wobbly legs, marveling at how expensive everything looked. “You really get to stay in here?”

“You can stay here too it you like,” Yunho smiled, taking off his shoes. “There’s plenty of room.”

“Oh, I could never,” Yeosang turned around and suddenly the alpha was right there. Standing so close.

“Why not, baby girl?” Yunho put a warm finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. She shivered with a want so bad it scared her.

“It’s… um…” she trailed off, getting lost in his eyes.

And suddenly there were lips on hers. She gasped, nearly falling over from shock. But Yunho’s strong arms were around her, holding her up. She melted into his embrace, her heart beating out of her chest as she experienced her first kiss. It was everything she ever dreamed it would be and more. The fireworks, the butterflies, the magic. She moaned into his mouth embarrassingly as he moved his lips against hers. She didn’t know what to do so she tried to copy what he was doing.

She felt so safe and warm in his arms, like this was where she belonged. She gasped for air as soon as he parted from her, realizing she’d forgotten to breathe.

“Was that ok?” Yunho brushed his fingers through her hair. “You just looked so beautiful I couldn’t help myself.

“Yes,” Yeosang said softly. She wanted him to do it again. She never wanted him to stop. Then the guilt hit her. She tried to back up from him, but his arms didn’t budge.

“What’s wrong?” Yunho rubbed one of his hands up and down her back.

“You’re married,” Yeosang felt tears well up in her eyes. He was everything she’d ever wanted. And she couldn’t have him.

“What if I didn’t want to be?” Yunho played with her hair making tingles spread across her scalp. “Our marriage has been on the rocks for a while. I find used condoms in the trash every time I come home. I’m so tired of it all. Maybe I want to start over with a nice, good girl.” He brushed a thumb over her lips. “You’re a good girl. Aren’t you, Yeosang?”

Yeosang nodded, feeling like she was going to shake out of her skin. Someone as amazing as Yunho would leave his wife for someone like her? She’d never felt so special in her whole life. It electrified her.

He leaned down and kissed her again, this time his tongue pressed against the seam of her lips. Yeosang opened her mouth, unsure of what else to do, letting him inside. It felt so strange to have someone else’s tongue in her mouth, but Yunho seemed to like it, moaning softly against her lips. And she would do anything to make him happy. Not to mention he was the only one between the two of them that had any idea what to do.

His hands slid up her sides, her shirt bunching up under his fingers. Her stomach jumped as she felt his fingertips brush against her bare skin. Yunho pulled back and looked at her fondly. “Can I take this off? I want to see you.”

Yeosang nodded dumbly as Yunho lifted her top over her head. She wrapped her arms around herself shyly as her skin was exposed to the cool air. Yunho slowly ran his fingertips up her arms causing goosebumps to rise all over her as he slowly took her hands in his and moved them away from her body. She felt so self-conscious. Her bra was old and worn and not sexy at all. She barely had any boobs and all it did was hide them. If only she’d been more prepared.

“You’re so beautiful,” Yunho breathed. He brushed his fingers over her sports bra. “Can I take this off too?”

Yeosang nodded, too caught up in the moment to even think about it. And suddenly her tits were out, exposed to his hungry eyes, her nipples pebbling in the room’s cold air. “They’re… not much to look at,” she said, not knowing what to do with his intense gaze.

“What are you talking about?” Yunho laughed, running his hands up her bare sides, warming her up. “They’re beautiful.” His hands quested higher. “Can I touch them?”

Yeosang felt so safe even while she was extremely out of her depth. Yunho was taking charge and asking for permission between every step. She was feeling braver every minute. “Please,” she whispered.

She’d touched her own chest more times than she could count. But it was nothing like watching her tiny tits completely disappear in his big hands as he cupped and squeezed them, rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers. She let out a light moan, pushing her chest into his hands as he massaged them. The electricity she felt every time he touched her was there tenfold as he touched such a sensitive place. She actually wondered if she could cum just from having her tits played with it felt so mind-numbingly good. She moaned louder when he bend down to lick one of her nipples into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it while sucking lightly, making Yeosang’s heart stop in the best way.

Her knees went weak underneath her and she almost fell to the floor. Yunho caught her and helped her back up. “You like that?” he asked with a teasing smile. She nodded enthusiastically, words failing her. “I like it too,” he said so close to her ear. He took her hand and pressed it against the front of his pants. She gasped when the felt his huge erection. “You feel what you do to me, baby girl?”

Yeosang’s brain completely malfunctioned. She had no idea what to do. She just kept her hand there as Yunho used it to rub up and down his rock hard shaft. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling.

“It’s so big,” she said, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Does it scare you?” Yunho asked, kissing around her jaw up to her mouth.

Yeosang couldn’t answer when suddenly his mouth was back on hers, his hand steadily guiding hers into rubbing him. “I…” Yeosang said against his lips. “I’ve never done this before.”

“This?” Yunho let go of her hand, letting her pull it back.

“Any of this,” Yeosang admitted, suddenly feeling very small. “That was my first kiss.”

“Did you like it?” Yunho asked, taking her admission in stride.

“Yes,” Yeosang said with sincerity.

“Do you want to stop?”

Yeosang thought for a second. She’d never been this far ever in her life. She’d never felt this incredible ever in her life. The alpha she liked actually liked her back. He didn’t just think she was cute. He said she was beautiful. He was aroused by her. She would never get this lucky ever again for as long as she lived. She wanted to do this. She needed to do this. “No,” she answered definitively.

“Good,” Yunho pressed his mouth to hers more aggressively this time, backing her up until her knees hit the bed. She balked. Was she supposed to get on the bed? Should she take the rest of her clothes off? He took her shirt off. Should she take his off? What was the procedure here?

She flailed, unsure of what to do with her hands, wishing he would put them back on his crotch just so she would know what to do. She was relieved when Yunho pulled his own shirt over his head. She looked at his toned body in awe. He was any omega’s wet dream. And he wanted her.

Her eyes went wide as he dropped to his knees in front of her and reached for her waistband. “I want to taste you so bad,” he said in a husky voice like he really meant it. Yeosang felt a gush of slick leak into her panties. “May I please?”

“Y-yes,” Yeosang helped him remove her skirt with trembling hands, squeaking as he removed her panties with it in one pull. She didn’t even have a second to be embarrassed before his mouth was on her.

Yeosang’s hands flew to his head for stability as his tongue licked all over her soaking wet, sensitive pussy. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt in her life and she couldn’t get enough. He pressed himself between her legs so much she was practically sitting on his face as his tongue flicked over her swollen, sensitive clit before going lower and teasing at her entrance.

“Oh!” She cried out, unsure if she should lean into it or jerk away. She didn’t have a choice to do either as both of his strong arms wrapped around her thighs, locking her in place as he devoured her quivering pussy. She’d never had anything inside of her before. Not even a tampon. So it felt extremely foreign to have his hot, dexterous tongue breach her, just the tip of it lapping around just inside.

It felt so strange and new, but so so good. She bent her knees, putting more pressure on his face, pushing him harder against her. She couldn’t believe this was real. This was happening. She felt a pressure in her stomach she’d never felt before. She tried to pull away so she could take stock of what was happening, but Yunho wouldn’t let her. She gasped and cried out and weakly pulled his hair as she fell apart, cumming on his tongue as it flicked across her twitching entrance.

He licked her through it, sucking her clit until it was so sensitive it hurt. “Too much,” she said weakly.

Yunho pulled away from her core, his face soaked with his juices. He licked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He helped her lay back in the bed as he legs went wobbly, laying down next to her and lightly running his fingers over her oversensitive skin. “You taste delicious,” he purred, tracing his fingertips over her lower stomach making her twitch.

“Really?” Yeosang asked with stars in her eyes. “It felt so good.”

“I’m glad,” Yunho smiled, thumbing over her nipples and watching her squirm.

“Can… I?” she asked, feeling bad that she’d gotten all the attention. It was only fair that she return the favor, right? That’s what you were supposed to do. Right?

“Can you what?” Yunho asked, tilting his head.

“I… well…” Yeosang was having a hard time putting the words together. “It felt so good and you haven’t…”

“Are you asking to suck my dick, baby girl?” Yunho asked.

“I… don’t know how,” Yeosang said, flushing with embarrassment.

“It’s ok. Daddy will teach you,” Yunho said softly.

That word bounced around Yeosang’s head, making her heartrate pick up. “Will you? Daddy?”

She saw Yunho’s pupils dilate when she called him that. “Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned, rolling onto his back. He undid his belt and pulled his pants off, his huge cock falling heavily on his hip as he scooted back to sit up against the headboard.

Yeosang just stared at it. She’d never seen a dick in person before, but she was certain they weren’t normally this big. They couldn’t be. This one couldn’t be. It must be some kind of trick of perspective.

“It won’t bite you,” Yunho laughed at her open mouthed expression.

“How…” Yeosang said, shyly crawling between his legs and getting a better look at it. She picked it up and held it in her hands. It was thick and heavy and so hard. It felt so strange. She felt herself clench. She’d hoped to lose her virginity tonight, but there was just no way that could go inside a person.

“You can just kiss it,” Yunho pet her hair, pushing her head down until her lips brushed the soft skin of his shaft. “You can do that, right, baby girl?”

Yeosang nodded, pressing soft kisses to the shaft and up to the tip, curiously tasting the drop of precum that dripped down. She didn’t hate it.

“That’s a good girl,” Yunho sighed, relaxing back into the pillows. “Now try licking it.”

She ran her tongue up and down his length, excited sparks shooting off in her brain when she felt it twitch under her tongue. She was doing it. Kind of. But he was showering praises down on her. She was doing a good job.

“Now put the tip in your mouth. Careful of your teeth. Just like that. Try sucking it. Oh fuck. That’s a good girl. That feels good,” Yunho moaned softly as Yeosang put the tip of his cock in her mouth and cautiously sucked it, looking up at him for approval.

“That’s good. Keep doing that,” Yunho said, pulling his phone out of his discarded pants pocket. Yeosang froze. What was he doing? “I forgot I was supposed to call my wife when I landed,” Yunho pet her hair, pushing her just a little bit further down his shaft, completely filling her mouth. “Fuck that feels good. Keep going. I’ll be quick.”

Yeosang felt confused and conflicted, but did as she was told as Yunho held the phone to his ear. “Hi sweetheart. The flight was good. Same as all the others.” He paused. “Why are you out of breath?”

He pressed and pulled Yeosang’s head idly as he talked with his wife, urging her lower and lower. She couldn’t object. She couldn’t make a sound. All she could do was try to take it. “Oh I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said. He scratched lightly at Yeosang’s scalp sending tingles down her neck and helping her relax. “Yeah, they put me in the suite this time. Yeah, if only you were here.” He pushed down harder and Yeosang finally reached her limit. She choked when his thick cock nudged the back of her throat. “What was what?” Yunho smirked. “No I think that was on your end,” he pushed her down again and she fought desperately to keep from choking as the tip of his cock breached her throat. “You ok?” Yeosang looked up, dumbly thinking he was asking her. “Oh, you should take care of that. Ok goodbye.”

He hung up the phone and tossed it aside as Yeosang pulled off of his dick with tears in her eyes. Why would he do that to her?

“Oh, baby girl don’t cry,” Yunho pulled her up into his arms. “I didn’t mean to do that. It just felt so good I couldn’t help it. You were such a good girl keeping quiet. Did such a good job for Daddy.”

Yeosang hugged him and cried her confusion out. But she still felt safe despite everything. She loved the warmth of their bare skin pressing together. She loved the way he comfortingly rubbed her back. She was so happy that she was able to make him feel good even if he got a little carried away.

“There we go. No more tears,” Yunho wiped her face with his big, warm hands. “How do you feel?”

“I feel good,” Yeosang answered honestly, leaning into his touch.

“I feel good too,” Yunho kissed around her wet face before locking their lips together. Yeosang relaxed the rest of the way, moaning into his mouth. “Can I take your virginity, Yeosang?” Yunho asked softly.

Yeosang shuddered, a rush hitting her whole body at hearing those words. “I don’t think it will fit,” she said innocently.

“I’ll go nice and slow,” Yunho promised, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. “And if it really doesn’t fit then we can stop. Ok?”

Yeosang took a soothing breath and nodded. She trusted him.

“Ok. Just lay back, baby girl. Let Daddy take care of everything,” Yunho gave her one last kiss before moving down her body. He kissed every inch of skin he could get his mouth on as he moved down, paying special attention to each of her nipples, flicking his tongue across them in a way that had Yeosang lifting her hips off of the bed.

“Daddy,” she gasped, tangling her fingers in his hair.

“So sensitive,” Yunho smiled, flicking his tongue again. “I love it.”

Yeosang moaned softly as he reverently kissed her stomach, nipping at the skin before he moved between her legs. He kissed and nipped her inner thighs until the were positively shaking before diving back in to her soaking pussy. He lightly sucked her clit while he rubbed the pad of one of his long fingers over her hole.

Yeosang made a little, worried sound as she tried to close her legs only to be blocked by his body. “Just relax,” Yunho said, watching her face carefully as his finger slowly and carefully breached her entrance. It went deeper and deeper until he had it in all the way to the knuckle.

Yeosang couldn’t breathe. It felt so weird. She clenched around it, her pussy spasming as it tried to get used to the foreign intrusion. She almost asked him to stop, but she had to be brave. She had to trust him. He wiggled his finger a little bit before slowly pulling it out and plunging it back in.

He pet along her slick, tight walls until lightning stuck her system. She gasped, her hips jolting up off the bed. “What was that?” She asked breathlessly.

“That’s your g spot,” Yunho chuckled, stroking it purposefully. “You like that?”

Yeosang’s thighs tensed and trembled as he went back to sucking her clit and stroking that special spot inside of her that felt so good. She moaned loudly, feeling her wetness drip out around his finger and run down her ass, no doubt wetting the sheets. She felt so strange and empty when he pulled his finger out only to gasp in alarm when he pressed two fingers in to replace it.

There was a definite stretch. It burned slightly, but it also felt so good it didn’t matter. He pumped them in and out just like the first one, making sure to pay special attention to her g spot. She felt like she was losing her mind. She bucked her hips up into his mouth while grinding down against his fingers. She had no idea her body could even have these feelings and she was instantly addicted to them. This was perfect. This was what all the fuss was about.

Overwhelmed tears fell down her cheeks when he worked a third finger inside of her. It was just so much. She was so close to cumming again, but something about the rhythm or the pressure just wasn’t right so she had been stuck on the edge for longer than she thought possible. “Daddy!” she cried out, pressing his face between her spread legs as hard as she could.

“What’s wrong?” Yunho let go of her clit, still pumping his fingers inside her.

“Wanna cum,” she said, all shame gone from her. Only need.

“It’s ok, baby. Daddy’s got you,” Yunho said suddenly jabbing into her g spot with all three fingers. She yelped, lifting her hips off the bed as he roughly abused the spot she didn’t even know she had until today until a new kind of pressure built in her stomach so quickly she couldn’t even warn him before it burst.

She wailed and writhed as fluid squirted out of her and pleasure overwhelmed her system. She sobbed through her orgasm, every inch of her body feeling the intense rush. She wailed pathetically as she came down from it, so confused and embarrassed at what just happened.

“Shh, it’s ok,” Yunho wiped her tears away with one hand, the other one still stroking her pussy, only now there were four fingers. She was so full in a way she hadn’t thought possible. “You’re so pretty when you cum. I could watch it all day. That was incredible. Did it feel good?”

“Felt good,” Yeosang stuttered out though gasps of air.

“Oh good girl,” Yunho smiled down at her. “You ready to take Daddy’s cock?”

Yeosang looked down between her legs at just how many of his fingers were inside of her and then at his cock, still doubtful. “I don’t know.”

“We’ll start with just the tip, ok?” Yunho soothed her. “You can do that, right?”

“Ok,” Yeosang winced as he pulled his fingers out, feeling like he was positively gaping. Yunho rubbed the head of his cock around in her spilled juices and pressed the tip of it to her hole. “Wait,” Yeosang put a hand on his hip, stopping him. “Condom.”

“It’s ok. I’ve had a vasectomy. You don’t have to worry,” Yunho said, still pressing his raw alpha cock inside of her. She trusted him. Why would he lie?

Yeosang gasped when the head popped inside. The stretch stung. “Oh good girl,” Yunho moaned softly as she clenched around him. “Oh fuck. It’s ok. Just relax. Let Daddy inside.”

Eventually, Yeosang couldn’t clench anymore and his dick slid further inside inch any inch. She cried and shook, feeling like it was all just too much, but he didn’t stop. He just wiped her tears and kissed her and praised her until she felt his massive cock bottom out inside her.

“Look at that,” Yunho smiled down at her. “You’re not a virgin anymore.”

Yeosang looked down in awe, unable to believe her eyes. He was pressed flush between her shaking legs. That huge cock was really inside of her. Her insides squeezed it, not knowing what to do with something so massive. Yunho cursed and sucked air through his teeth.

“Sorry,” Yeosang whimpered, trying and failing to get her body under control.

“Don’t you ever apologize for that,” Yunho laughed. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” Yeosang responded right away. It really didn’t. There was a weird pressure in her stomach and maybe the stretch stung just a little, but she felt ok. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. Just this morning she was harboring a crush and now here she was in his bed with his cock putting pressure on her cervix. How did this even happen?

“How does it feel?” Yunho asked, his much bigger body leaning over her, caging her in.

“Um…” Yeosang squeezed around him again, fidgeting. “Good?” She didn’t want to offend him, but it didn’t feel anything like when he was stroking her g spot. It was just pressure.

“You don’t sound very sure about that,” Yunho chuckled.

“It’s weird,” Yeosang fidgeted again.

“I’m just letting you get adjusted,” Yunho ground his hips just a little bit making Yeosang lose her breath. The friction. The pressure against the deepest parts of her. It electrified her. “There you go. You like that?”

“Yes,” Yeosang whimpered.

“Ok. I’m going to start moving now,” Yunho took one of her hands in his big one, threading their fingers together, squeezing reassuringly.

Yeosang’s breath whooshed out of her as he pulled out and she choked when he pushed back in. Oh that was weird. It was like her insides were being pushed aside. She needed to feel it again.

She let out little whimpering sounds as he slowly pumped in and out. “Such a good girl. Taking me so well. Doing such a good job for Daddy,” Yunho moaned above her. “Fuck. Your pussy is so tight.”

“Daddy,” Yeosang squeezed his hand.

“What is it, baby girl?” Yunho breathed.

“Kiss me?” Yeosang asked in a tiny voice, feeling so vulnerable.

Yunho leaned down and connected their lips, licking into her mouth as he rolled his hips. Yeosang moaned into his mouth feeling completely engulfed like she had been pulled under the waves of the ocean.

She didn’t feel like she could cum like this, but it still felt so good. The way their bodies rolled together, the way they breathed the same air and shared body heat. She could stay like that forever. She’d been so alone for so long and here this alpha came along and made her feel whole. She never wanted to be alone again now that she knew what this felt like. She thought she could search her entire life and never find what she had right now. Here, now, under this alpha’s perfect body, she felt she might be in love.

She kissed him back more firmly, finally taking the tiniest bit of initiative. She felt him smile against her mouth. “What’s going through your pretty little head?” Yunho pulled back, rubbing their noses together.

“I’m just so happy,” Yeosang felt a tear escape down her temple.

“I’m happy too,” Yunho put his nose in her soft hair and breathed in deeply. He kissed her one last time before he sat up. She instantly felt cold without his body heat. She reached up for him, but he took her hand and pressed it against her lower stomach. “Feel that?”

Yeosang moaned. She was able to feel him moving in and out of her from the outside. He moved her hand lower, brushing her fingers over her clit. “Show me how you touch yourself,” Yunho panted, wrapping his hands around her small waist. Yeosang rubbed her clit the way she’d always done just as Yunho sat back on his heels and looked down at her with a dark, hungry look in his eyes. “Look at you,” he said, his voice going deep. “So pretty. So perfect.”

Yeosang gasped when he smacked his hips into hers, jabbing his cock in as deep as it would go. The angle had him rubbing hard against her g spot and she suddenly fully understood what all the fuss about sex was.

She couldn’t keep her voice down as she frantically rubbed herself just like he’d told her to as he slammed his hips forward again and again, speeding up each time. It was intense. It was euphoric. Yeosang couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She could only feel. And it felt amazing. She’d touched herself ever since she hit puberty, so she thought she had a pretty good idea what sex must feel like. She had been so wrong. This was so much better.

She twitched and tensed as she started to cum, squeezing his massive cock as it pounded into her. “Oh fuck,” Yunho moaned, gripping her hips so tightly they would leave a bruise. “That’s so good. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Just like that. You make Daddy feel so good.”

Yeosang tried to catch her breath as she came down from the most intense high she’d ever felt in her life, but she couldn’t. Yunho was still lost in his own pleasure, fucking her too sensitive pussy with quick, powerful thrusts.

“So good,” Yunho groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. “Oh fuck. You’re going to make Daddy cum. Such a tight virgin pussy. Oh fuck. Here it comes. Fuck. Take it.”

Yeosang had the breath pushed out of her lungs as his cock got somehow even bigger, the base of it stretching her rim painfully until he shoved himself deeper, his knot putting pressure on parts of her pussy she’d never felt before. It felt so good. It felt so right.

She felt something hot spill inside her as Yunho moaned deep in his throat, pressing the head of his cock directly against her womb as he emptied himself inside. “There’s my good girl,” Yunho breathed, rubbing her stomach soothingly. “Taking Daddy’s knot so well. Feels so good.”

Yeosang shivered in pleasure as he laid on top of her again, slowly kissing her as she kissed him back. Her bottom lip trembled. Yunho pulled back to check on her. “What’s wrong?”

“Please,” Yeosang looked up at him with big, watery eyes. “Please don’t let this be the only time.” She felt guilty and selfish. He was married. She shouldn’t have even done this one time. But she couldn’t bear the thought that it was over.

“Oh Yeosang,” Yunho said gently, her stomach flip flopping at hearing her name on his lips. “I’ll have you as many times as you’ll have me.”

“Really?” Yeosang felt lighter than air, trembling with joy.

“I can make sure we’re on the same flights,” Yunho promised her, smoothing her hair out of her face. “And hotel beds get so lonely.”

Yeosang hugged him tightly, overjoyed.

“Anything for my good girl.”

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Seonghwa’s life was perfect. Ever since she was in high school, she’d joked that her goal in life was to be a trophy wife. But it wasn’t a joke. It was never a joke. And then she’d met Yunho and he completely swept her off her feet. He was everything she wanted in a man. Tall, strong, rich, a little fucked up.

She knew from the start that he had a breeding kink. A strong one. The problem was she couldn’t get pregnant. After countless doctors appointments and an eventual surgery, she was completely sterile. That was fine with her. Neither herself nor her husband were ever particularly attached to the idea of actually having kids. It was just something fun for the bedroom. Or so she thought.

The day she found his child support payments was the day she thought she’d lost everything. Her husband had been paying for two separate children for years. As she waited the long week before her husband would come home to confront him, she really sat with her feelings. It wasn’t that she felt inadequate or jealous perse. Actually she was jealous, but not in the way she thought. She didn’t really care that her husband was out fucking other people, knocking them up the way she knew he’d always wanted to. She was angry that she hadn’t been doing the same this whole time.

She’d been wearing her toys out at an alarming rate, constantly frustrated and desperate for relief. So she ordered a pizza from a shop near the local college, subtly inquired about the cute, stuttering delivery boy’s age, invited him in and had some fun of her own.

The thrill was addicting. She left the used condom where she knew her husband would find it and the financial paperwork in the middle of the kitchen table. And so the game began. The jabs, the explosive arguments were all just foreplay for the feral, animalistic sex that would always follow. They never talked about it. They never made an agreement. That would take the thrill away. It was only fun if they were doing something they weren’t supposed to.

Seonghwa looked over her shoulder at Hongjoong who was dutifully studying at her kitchen table as she cooked them dinner. He was just the latest in a long line of young studs she’d invited to her bed to satisfy her while her husband was away. A very long line. But this one was different. Usually she’d keep them around until they started to feel entitled to her attention and she would instantly lose interest and toss them aside. But it had been a month and Hongjoong still worshiped the ground she walked on. He acted like even being in her presence was a gift from God. He spoke respectfully and did as he was told and gave Seonghwa the attention she so desperately craved.

“I’m done,” Hongjoong turned his screen around to show her his completed assignment. They had a game they played. Seonghwa insisted that Hongjoong not neglect his studies to be with her. So nearly every day he would come to her house after school with all of his work and for every completed assignment or successful study session, he could choose an article of clothing for Seonghwa to remove. Seonghwa loved this game too. There was nothing she loved more than being ogled. And Hongjoong was the best at it.

Seonghwa walked over and bend down to check his work, making sure he wasn’t cheating to get his prize, though he never had before. She smirked at the way Hongjoong looked at her tits as they hung down near his nose. “Looks good,” she straightened up, ruffling his hair. “Now which one?” She held her arms out to display everything she was wearing.

Hongjoong looked at her low cut v neck tucked into her mom jeans that hugged her waist flatteringly. “Can you take your bra off?”

“Not my shirt?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow.

“Just the bra,” Hongjoong said, his cheeks getting rosy.

“Of course,” Seonghwa complied, undoing her bra and pulling it off without removing her shirt.

Hongjoong looked at her in shock. “How did you do that?”

“Hoping to get a peak before you’ve earned it?” Seonghwa teased, dropping her bra on the table.

“No,” Hongjoong looked back down at his work, his cheeks flushing deep red.

Seonghwa winked at him before going back to her cooking. Her heavy tits moved freely without support under her shirt. She kept finding little reasons to turn around or squish them together or get up on her tip toes before dropping down just to see the look on Hongjoong’s face.

She eventually turned back around to the kitchen counter to stir the pot on the stove for a while to let the little alpha focus on his work, though she could feel his eyes burning holes in her ass. She cocked her hip to the side to give him a better look, humming to herself.

She wasn’t surprised that her pants were next to go. She moved around the kitchen in a just a thong and a top. The giddiness bubbled up inside her making her giggle as she cleaned her sink. The contrast of doing such mundane chores while having her body put on display thrilled her. It was doubly thrilling that the person she was displaying herself to was less than half her age and definitely not her husband. Her skimpy panties were not enough to catch the amount of slick pouring out of her. She could feel it between her thighs as she walked, the anticipation of what was to come exciting her.

“This is the last one I have,” Hongjoong showed his finished assignment, a little disappointed that he didn’t have enough work to get her completely naked.

“I’m sure you can find something else to study,” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at him.

“I… guess,” Hongjoong said, looking around at his books.

“You can study until dinner’s ready,” Seonghwa said with authority, leaning her elbows on the table so her chest hung heavily, her arms squeezing them slightly. “What do you want off, baby?”

“Your top,” Hongjoong said, completely incapable of tearing his eyes away when Seonghwa finally straightened up and puller her shirt over her head. She intentionally caught it on her chest so it dropped and bounced as it was freed to the open air.

Seonghwa idly played with her tits as she waited for the food to finish cooking, holding, squeezing and pinching them. She loved her tits. Always had. She’d always had her own appreciation for the female form and had been blessed with the best of everything. And it was all available to her at her leisure.

She saw Hongjoong out of the corner of her eyes definitely not studying, but sitting nicely in his chair. He wasn’t allowed to touch until after they ate. She snapped her fingers a couple times after giving him a good eyeful, getting his attention up to her eyes. She looked pointedly at his books and he reluctantly looked away to continue studying.

The timer dinged and she pulled the food out of the oven, dishing out two servings. Hongjoong showed her his notes with an eager desperation she so loved about him. She nodded before pulling her drenched panties down her long legs and handing them to him. He immediately held them to his face, breathing her scent in deeply before licking the excess slick off with a broken off moan.

“Dessert later. Eat your dinner,” Seonghwa lightly scolded him, putting the food on the table. Seonghwa ate her food slowly, watching the young man wolf down her cooking. “Slow down baby,” she reached over and wiped away the gravy that had dripped down his chin with her thumb and slowly licked it into her mouth, rolling her eyes up and moaning at the taste. “You don’t want to choke,” she said in a low voice.

And he did, coughing hard to dislodge the food from his throat. Seonghwa laughed as he recovered. She loved playing with him. He made it just so easy.

She took the empty plates to the sink and quickly gave them a good scrub as Hongjoong came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, lightly squeezing her soft tummy before coming up to cup her breasts. She felt his hard cock pressing against her bare ass, but she ignored him for the time being. He may be allowed to touch now, but she still had a kitchen to clean.

Once her space was spotless, she brought the two of them over to the living room. The next episode of her favorite show was airing and she didn’t want to miss it. She laid a towel on the couch before lounging on top of it, turning on the tv with the remote as Hongjoong shed his clothes and climbed on top of her.

She sighed, completely content with her perfect life. Hongjoong had his face buried in her tits, completely happy to stay there for the rest of the night. He ground his leaking cock against her soft thigh as he mouthed at and squeezed her chest for the entirety of her show.

Seonghwa was having a hard time paying attention to the story, getting lost in thought again. She rubbed Hongjoong’s back as he happily enjoyed her body. She marveled at how perfect he was for her in a completely opposite way that Yunho was. She’d never bothered to even think about in passing what the future held for any of her flings, but now it concerned her. She wanted to keep Hongjoong. But she shouldn’t. He would finish school and move away and find someone more appropriate and available to marry. And she would miss him.

The show ended and Hongjoong didn’t even notice when she turned off the tv. She tapped his shoulder to get his attention. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?” She needed to fuck these complicated feelings out of her system.

Hongjoong was pulling her off the couch in an instant. She laughed. It didn’t matter how many times they fucked, he was always just as excited as the first time. They fell into bed, limbs and tongues tangled together. Hongjoong reached between her legs, never one to skip foreplay. She, however, considered the foreplay started the moment he walked in the front door and she was beyond ready at this point. She slapped his hand away from her drenched entrance, his touch providing absolutely no friction. “Just fuck me,” she said into his lips.

She wrapped her legs around his small waist as he slipped inside of her with no resistance and immediately started pounding. They loudly moaned into each other’s mouths, both too worked up to care about anything except their desperate rutting. She clenched around him, savoring the thickness of it, arcing her back so he deliciously dragged against her g spot with every sloppy thrust. The next round would be slower, more deliberate.

She threw back her head, her loud moans turning into a horrified gasp. Her husband was standing in the doorway, suitcase in hand, staring.

Hongjoong looked up, immediately picking up that something was wrong and froze, all of the blood draining from his face.

“No no,” Yunho put his bag down and crossed his arms, his eyebrows raised menacingly. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Seonghwa felt every muscle in Hongjoong’s body tense, completely stuck in his freeze response. “Yunho,” Seonghwa started, trying to figure out some way to mitigate this situation. But there wasn’t much she could do from where she was pinned to the bed, he legs spread for another alpha.

“Seonghwa,” he said, tilting his head as if he was waiting for her to come up for some reasonable explanation for a nineteen year old to be balls deep in his wife on their bed.

“You weren’t supposed to be home until Wednesday,” she said, unable to think of anything else.

“Schedule change,” Yunho said simply.

“You didn’t call.”

“I wanted to see what my wife does when I’m not home,” Yunho looked them both up and down. “And I have to say, I’m not impressed.”

“Hongjoong, baby,” Seonghwa cupped the trembling’s alpha’s face, getting him to look at her with his wide, terrified eyes. “It’s ok. He’s not going to hurt you. We’re just going to get out of bed, ok? Can you do that?”

“No,” Yunho said simply, looking down his nose at them, a hungry darkness clouding his eyes that made Seonghwa shiver all the way down to her core. “Keep going.”

Seonghwa clenched around Hongjoong, happy to find he was still hard. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she had never been more turned on in her life. The danger. The excitement. It was everything she wanted it to be. “Go on, baby,” Seonghwa turned her burning gaze on him. “Do as he says.”

Hongjoong didn’t hesitate for a second, immediately starting up his pounding again. He squeezed his eyes shut, little whimpers leaving his lips barely audible over the loud slapping and squelching sounds resonating around the room. Seonghwa kept her eyes on her husband, rough, punched out moans leaving her lips as he watched her be fucked by another man. She wanted to bottle the look he was giving her up and inject it directly into her veins. It made her blood burn with desire. He palmed the tent in his pants and she licked her lips, hungry for his massive cock to be between them.

It felt strange, but now with someone else between her legs, she’d never loved her husband more. He was perfect for her. Playing the game neither of them agreed to, but both participated in. No one would get her like he did.

Hongjoong made a gasping, choking sound as he quickly reached between his legs, his knot popping just outside her pussy on accident. He squeezed it to take some of the swelling pressure off as he shot cum all over her pussy, her thighs, her stomach, the sheets. She felt deliciously dirty as she kept her legs spread wide for him. He looked down at her, clearly embarrassed and panting hard.

“Ok, you’ve had your fun,” Yunho scuffed the little alpha, pulling him out of the bed. Hongjoong didn’t fight at all, his instincts likely telling him to submit to the larger man.

“I really…” Hongjoong finally found his voice only to be silenced with a look.

“Sit,” Yunho ordered and Hongjoong nearly missed the chair he sat down so fast. He turned his gaze on Seonghwa, his pupils like black holes, sucking her in. “Now what to do with you,” he said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders and folding it just the way she always nagged him to, a silent signal that he wasn’t actually angry. The clink of his belt as he unbuckled it sounded so loud in her ears, her mouth watering as his huge cock was pulled free, hanging heavily between his legs. She licked her lips and swallowed as he crawled between her still spread legs on the bed.

“Look at the mess he made,” Yunho tutted, swiping up the slick and cum mixture on two of his long fingers and pressing it between her parted lips. “Make sure to get it nice and clean. I know you hate messes.”

Seonghwa licked and sucked his fingers the way she knew he liked his dick sucked, hoping to inspire him in that direction. He pressed his fingers in deeper to the point where any lesser slut would have choked, but she took it in stride, moaning as she sucked harder.

“You’re such a fucking whore,” Yunho chuckled, fucking his fingers in and out of her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. He pulled his fingers out and used his wet hand to grip the back of her neck, hauling her up into a sitting position. “But you’re my whore, aren’t you.”

“And you’re mine,” Seonghwa wrapped her arms around his neck, matching the unhinged look in his eyes.

Their lips met and Seonghwa completely lost herself, allowing herself to be devoured by the one man who knew her inside and out. He manhandled her so he was propped up by the headboard and she laid back with her back pressing against his chest, completely on display for their guest. Her core pulsed with want as Yunho reached around her to rub his cock in the mess between her legs, really showing Hongjoong just how much bigger he was. He pressed his hot lips to her flushed neck. “Why don’t you show your little boyfriend whose cock you like more, hm?”

Seonghwa made eye contact with Hongjoong, hoping that neither the situation nor the unhinged look in her eyes would scare him away, but it seemed to be quite the opposite. He was leaning forward, watching her with the same amount of unconcealed desire as he always did. His cock was hard again, laying forgotten on his lap. Perfect.

She moaned pornographically as her husband’s cock filled her up like no one else’s could. Her eyebrows pinched together as she breathed through the satisfying stretch that she loved so much. She savored the way it filled every inch of her, swiveling her hips to grind it into her deepest parts.

“Go on, Hwa. Bounce on it,” Yunho gave her full ass a resounding smack that took her breath away.

Seonghwa threw her head back and let out a deep, satisfied groan as she lifted her hips up and dropped down again and again, pushing her chest out so it bounced to full affect along with her. She grinned from ear to ear, eating up the energy in the room. Both of the men around her wanted her carnally. She felt hot and powerful and so fucking horny. She fucked her husband faster and faster, needing more and more.

“I don’t know why you even bother to spread your legs for those stuttering virgins who can’t fuck you like you deserve,” Yunho said into her ear, scratching his blunt nails up her stomach. “They wouldn’t know the first thing to do with a real woman like you.”

“You’re one to fucking talk,” Seonghwa said, completely out of breath. “Do your girls have any idea what to do with a cock this big? Or do they just lay there and let you knock them up?”

Seonghwa gasped as she was grabbed by the throat and slammed into the bed on her back, the air knocked out of her lungs as her husband loomed down over her. His eyes slid up to Hongjoong as he slowly rolled his hips into her, making her feel every inch of him. “Watch carefully,” he said, exuding an air of effortless authority. “I’m going to show you how a real man fucks.”

Seonghwa only had a second to get a lungful of air as Yunho let go of her throat to grip the curves of her hips in a crushing grasp before plowing into her with punishing force. She arced her back and rolled her eyes up as she felt her insides get bruised in the best way possible. The only sound she could hear was her own loud moaning and her husband’s heavy breathing. Yunho grabbed her legs and lifted them up, folding her in half as he connected their lips again, firmly and aggressively marking his territory. No matter who she fucked or what she did, she would always be his. She wanted to kiss him back, but the only thing she was capable of was breathing heavily into his mouth.

She felt his hips stutter and his breath hitch as his huge knot was shoved inside of her before it popped. Her thighs tensed and shook as she felt her husband’s hot, thick cum flood her insides where it belonged. She lay there in a pleasured daze as he groaned through his release. He sat up on his knees, his knot tugging at her rim deliciously as he showed Hongjoong where they were properly connected. “I hope you were taking notes,” Yunho pressed down on her stomach so he could feel himself inside of her, firmly rubbing the spot. “Come here.”

Hongjoong was up and standing at the side of the bed in half a second, his smaller cock standing proudly up toward his stomach, the tip wet with precum. Yunho spread her pussy lips so Hongjoong could really get a good look at where they were locked together. “See that?” he taunted the smaller man. Hongjoong nodded, not knowing where to look. “You know how to use your mouth, right? You don’t just shove your prick into her like a bee sting?”

“I do… use my… mouth.. I mean,” Hongjoong fumbled, twisting his hands together.

“Show me,” Yunho pulled the hood back on her clit and lightly rubbed it between his fingers. “Make her cum on her husband’s knot.”

“Baby, I…” Seonghwa gasped, about to tell him he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to but didn’t have time before his mouth was suctioned on her swollen clit, sucking it lightly and flicking his tongue over it the way he knew she loved. She tangled her hands in his hair, moans ripping themselves out of her throat as she ground up into his mouth and down on her husband’s cock. She was in heaven.

“Fuck, yes, squeeze it just like that,” Yunho softly moaned, fully enjoying the way Seonghwa twitched and tensed around him in pleasure. As Seonghwa’s moans got louder and more desperate, Yunho mimicked them, mocking her pleasure in a way that made her toes curl with shame. Her hips lifted off the bed as she came so hard she saw stars burst across her vision. She writhed, completely unable to control her own body as her whole nervous system lit up with pleasure. Her vision went spotty as she came down from it, still twitching from oversensitivity as she tried to catch her breath. “Ok, that’s enough,” Yunho shooed him off of her. He looked down at her dazed, fucked out face with a satisfied smirk. “Get out,” he said without looking up.

Seonghwa could hear Hongjoong tripping over himself to find his clothes and get out of the house as fast as possible. He chuckled when he heard the front door slam shut, brushing her messy hair out of her face. “He’s cute.”

Seonghwa scowled. She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want his approval. She didn’t want the fun to end.

Yunho just sighed and shook his head, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth. “I should have expected this when I married a whore,” he said. And that was that. The game would continue.

Seonghwa texted Hongjoong while her husband was in the shower, telling him it was alright, making sure she hadn’t scared him off. They set up a time for him to come back when Yunho had left again. As she was putting her phone back on the nightstand, Yunho’s phone dinged with a message. It was from someone named Yeosang, but the actual message was hidden. She paused, listening to the shower, making sure he was still busy before picking up his phone and putting in the passcode she’d clocked from over his shoulder months ago.

The message read “we need to talk.” She raised her eyebrows as she quickly scrolled through past messages. She seemed like a sweet girl, so innocently receptive to her husband’s flirtatious advances. Most of the messages were simply hotel room numbers, clearly for her to meet him in. Seonghwa burned with curiosity about what she needed to talk about then a small smirk spread across her lips. If Yunho got to have fun with her side piece why couldn’t she have a little fun with his?

“Yes we do. Meet me at this address at 3:00 tomorrow. My wife won’t be home,” she texted her back, sending their home address to her. Now all she had to do was make sure her husband was out of the house.

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Yeosang wiped her sweaty hands on her dress before knocking on the door. So this is where Yunho lived. It was strange. She always envisioned him to live in some penthouse apartment in a big city, but instead she was standing in front of a cute little suburban house with a neatly kept garden out front.

There was no answer, so she raised her hand to knock again just before the door opened. She stood there, her hand raised and her mouth open as the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen stood before her.

“Come in dear,” the woman said, stepping aside and holding the door for her.

She did as she was told, too in shock to do anything else. Yunho said his wife wouldn’t be home. Was this a setup? What was going on? She felt overwhelmed tears fill her eyes as she bit her lip and sat at the kitchen table as instructed. She looked around. Where was Yunho?

“My husband is out running errands for me,” the woman said, moving around the kitchen. “So just us girls can talk. Do you drink tea, love?”

“Um… yes?” Yeosang said, looking her up and down. She was everything Yeosang wasn’t. She was curvy and graceful and sexy and womanly in a way Yeosang could never hope to achieve. She suddenly felt so small and stupid.

“Aish, don’t cry,” Yunho’s wife put a box of tissues on the table along with two cups of steaming tea. “Sugar?”

“Yes please,” Yeosang mumbled, putting a sugar cube in her tea before sipping it.

“Yeosang right?” the woman asked, sitting back in her chair and assessing her, slowly bringing her cup of tea to her full lips.

“Yes ma’am,” Yeosang looked down in shame. Why was she being so nice to her? Did she know what she’d done? She always pictured Yunho’s wife as some bitchy harlot to make herself feel better about sleeping with her husband. But now the guilt was eating her alive.

“My name is Seonghwa,” she said, looking down her nose at her. “I’m the one who asked you to come here.”

Yeosang paled, keeping her eyes firmly on the sugar bowl in front of her. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice choked up with emotion. She put her tea down and sobbed into her hands, unable to contain the swelling emotion. “Oh my god I’m so sorry.”

“Aish,” Seonghwa sighed, getting up from her seat. She moved around the table and wrapped her arms around her. Yeosang’s face was pressed into her pillowy chest as she cried herself out, Seonghwa’s hand rubbing comforting circles into her back. She cried until all she had left were hiccups and sniffles. Seonghwa pulled back and handed her a couple of tissues. “Feel better, baby?”

Yeosang’s lip trembled, but nodded, wiping her face. “I’m so sorry,” she said again, unable to think of anything else to say. What could she possibly say?

“You can make it up to me,” Seonghwa said, sitting back across from her, “by telling me what you needed to talk to my husband about.”

Yeosang felt unhinged from her body. She was so scared and out of her depth, but Seonghwa seemed so nice. Maybe she could trust her. She pulled the positive pregnancy test out of her purse and put in on the table, shamefully looking down.

“I see,” Seonghwa said stiffly.

“He said he had a vasectomy,” Yeosang said quietly.

Seonghwa’s lip curled in annoyance and tsked. “My husband is many things the first of which is a liar. Did he tell you he was going to leave me as well? Did that make you feel less guilty? Was that what you needed to hear to give him what he wanted?”

Yeosang buried her face in her hands, nodding. She was so stupid.

“I’m not angry with you, dear,” Seonghwa said simply. “Now what do you want to do about this?” she tapped the pregnancy test.

“I don’t know,” Yeosang whimpered, too out of her depth to comprehend the situation she’d gotten herself into.

“I can take you to a clinic right now if you want and get it taken care of. We can get ice cream after. Or you can keep it. But you should know the facts.” She pulled a manila folder out and laid it across the table.

Yeosang looked at the papers, trying to figure out what she was looking at. “What… is this?”

“My husband currently pays child support for three illegitimate children. I’m sure he has plenty more, but these are just the ones who tracked him down and bothered to go through the legal system. Yours would be the fourth.” Seonghwa took a sip from her tea as if she hadn’t shattered Yeosang’s whole world. “He enjoys getting people pregnant, but he has no interest in being a father. He will not leave me for you. He will not help you raise it. In fact, he will likely throw you away the minute the baby is born. I’m not trying to persuade you one way or the other. It’s your body and your future. I simply want you to be fully aware of your situation.”

Yeosang stared at the legal forms and child support payments, her perception of the kind, gentle generous man crumbling around her. He was just a player. And she had been played.

“I don’t know what to do,” Yeosang said in a tiny voice, wrapping her arms around herself. “I… I can’t have a kid with my career. I worked so hard for it. And…” she felt her future slipping through her fingers. She couldn’t be a single mother and also a flight attendant. But also just the thought of getting rid of it made her want to throw up. “I finally got everything I wanted and I already ruined it.” She was starting to panic.

“Nothing is ruined,” Seonghwa said gently. “You have options.”

“Why?” Yeosang looked up at her with big, watery eyes. “Why are you being so nice to me? Why are you helping me? You should hate me.”

Seonghwa reached across the table and took her hand, comfortingly rubbing her thumb over it. “I’m going to tell you a little secret,” she said conspiratorially. “Only if you promise not to tell my husband.”

Yeosang nodded quickly. She’d do anything for her. She felt like her lifeline back to solid ground.

“I don’t care that he’s a whore,” Seonghwa said simply. “In fact, I find it hot. He can have all the fun he wants when he’s out there, but he will always come home to me. I knew exactly who he was when I married him. Now, what I don’t love is when things like this happen,” she flipped closed the folder with a huff. She took a second and looked Yeosang over. “There’s always adoption. I obviously won’t take it, but there’s always couples who are eager for newborns.”

“Oh,” Yeosang didn’t know why she hadn’t thought about that until now. She turned the idea around in her head, finding that it was the first option she’d heard that didn’t make her sick.

“I have plenty of free time on my hands,” Seonghwa smiled, seeing her expression shift. “I can help you find someone if that’s what you want.”

“You’d do that for me?” Yeosang felt so much weight lifted from her shoulders. She jumped up from her seat and ran around the table, hugging Seonghwa tightly. “Thank you so much,” she whispered, trying to convey her immense gratitude in those words.

“Oh sweetheart,” Seonghwa sighed, hugging her back before looking her in the eyes. “Now what did we learn about trusting men?”

“Don’t?” Yeosang guessed.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa smiled. Yeosang felt tingles rush down her body seeing those words come from those lips. Seonghwa raised her perfect eyebrow. She stood up making Yeosang step back. “Is that what he calls you?” she asked, her voice getting soft and deep. Yeosang felt those shivers again and nodded. “How ironic,” Seonghwa chuckled darkly. “To be called such a thing while fucking a married man. You’re not a good girl, are you Yeosang?” She walked forward, backing Yeosang up until her back hit the kitchen counter. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”

Yeosang had never once considered herself that in her life. She’d always been good. She was a model student, an obedient daughter, a good employee. She just didn’t fit the label. And yet here she was. She swallowed hard. Seonghwa was so close to her and her heart was hammering in her ears. She’d never thought about having an attraction to women before. Sure, she’d always noticed certain features on them before and maybe looked longer than she was supposed to, but she was allowed right? Because it wasn’t like she was ogling them. The desire she felt was just because she also wanted those features, right? But here, looking up into Seonghwa’s hungry gaze, she felt a desire that had nothing to do with jealousy. And suddenly a lot of things in her life were starting to make more sense.

“Answer the question, Yeosang,” Seonghwa put her arms on the counter, trapping her in.

“I don’t remember what you asked,” Yeosang said, her voice wavering. Seonghwa’s chest was pressing against hers, the size difference so… explicit.

“Then I’ll ask another one,” Seonghwa tilted her head with a smirk that made Yeosang’s stomach flip upside down. “What does he do with you?” Her eyes flicked to her lips then back up to her wide eyes. “Does he kiss you?”

“Y-yes,” Yeosang whispered, feeling like she was caught in a spell.

“Can you show me?” Seonghwa asked, her lips so close they were almost touching.

Yeosang’s stomach lurched as she pressed forward connecting their lips. She melted when Seonghwa put a hand on the back of her head and took control. Her eyes slipped closed as their lips moved together perfectly. With Yunho, Yeosang always felt like she was trying to figure out the right thing to do. But it was different with Seonghwa. It was so easy to just follow along. Her breath caught when she felt Seonghwa’s thigh press between her legs. Yeosang whined into the kiss, noticing now just how wet she’d gotten.

She tried not to press down on that perfect pressure. It was all so much to take in. Was this wrong? Seonghwa was married too. But it was only fair right? She’d slept with her husband. Several times. Was she betraying Yunho? Did that matter? She didn’t know right from wrong or up from down anymore. All she knew was she didn’t want it to stop.

By the time Seonghwa pulled back, she was completely lightheaded, grateful for the sturdy counter behind her. She looked her over with a satisfied smirk. “Like that?”

“Y-yeah,” Yeosang said, completely out of breath. She moaned as Seonghwa put more pressure between her legs.

“There you go baby,” Seonghwa cooed at her as she started to grind against her thigh. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“Is… is this wrong?” Yeosang stopped herself, a moment of self-awareness hitting her.

“Yes, dear,” Seonghwa smiled sweetly. She cupped her face with her warm, soft hands and got so close their noses touched. “Doesn’t that make it exciting?” she whispered. She ran a hand down her body, pressing it against her stomach. “You’re carrying my husband’s child. Doesn’t that give you a sick thrill?”

Yeosang whined as Seonghwa kissed around her neck. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. It did give her a twisted excitement. All her life she never did anything she wasn’t supposed to. But now she’d had a taste of the taboo and she wanted more. “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

“Have you ever fucked a woman, Yeosang?” Seonghwa purred in her ear.

“I… I’ve never fucked anyone other than…” she stuttered.

“Oh?” Seonghwa’s eyes went wide with interest.

“I didn’t even know I liked women,” Yeosang said.

“Would you like to be bad with me, Yeosang?” Seonghwa asked, running a hand up her side.

“I don’t know how,” Yeosang’s voice wavered as she spoke timidly.

Seonghwa giggled, pressing their foreheads together. “I haven’t done it since college. But I’m sure we can both figure it out, hm?”

Yeosang nodded, adrenaline coursing through her veins making her feel like she was going to vibrate out of her skin.

Seonghwa took her by the hand and pulled her to the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them. Yeosang looked from the lock back at her with a confused look. “If my husband comes home before I’m done with you he will have to wait his turn,” she said curtly before stalking toward her, her full hips swaying with every step. “Now,” Seonghwa said, looking at her like a predator that had successfully cornered its prey. “What am I going to do with you?”

Yeosang swallowed hard under her piercing gaze and waited patiently to be told what to do.

“Take off your clothes, baby,” Seonghwa cocked her hip and looked down at her.

Yeosang undid the buttons on her blouse with shaking fingers. Seonghwa didn’t move to help her as she fumbled, simply watching as she removed her layers until she stood bare before her. She held her hands at her sides as Seonghwa’s eyes swept over her skin. “Oh I just want to eat you up,” she said in a sultry voice, licking her lips. “Sit on the bed.”

Yeosang sat, worried about the amount of slick she was getting on the sheets as she watching Seonghwa pull her own sweater up over her head revealing the deep red lingerie she was wearing underneath. It cupped her breasts so perfectly as bits of lace wrapped around her narrow waist accentuating her curves and attached to her matching panties. Yeosang felt goosebumps rise all over her skin as she was blessed with being able to look at the most perfect female body. She also noted that there was no way she had simply been wearing that just as underwear. She had planned this. And Yeosang couldn’t find it within herself to care.

Yeosang laid back in the bed as Seonghwa crawled over her, coming face to face. One hand braced herself over her while the other ran up her trembling body, coming up to pinch and roll one of her sensitive nipples. “Does he like your little tits?” she asked, pinching her nipple just hard enough to hurt.

“Yes,” Yeosang squeaked, her hips jolting up to grind on her stockinged thigh as the sting sent pleasurable little lightning bolts all through her system.

“Does he like to smack them like he does with mine?” Seonghwa asked, continuing to abuse her nipple. “Or is he more gentle with you? Is he too afraid he’ll scare you away once you realize just how fucked up he is?”

“H-he’s gentle,” Yeosang moaned as she moved over to the other nipple, scratching her nails over her chest. “Usually.” She remembered all the times he’d accidentally slipped. When he’d choked her on his cock, when he’d gripped too hard or pounded too roughly. She knew he was holding something back. And now she burned with curiosity for what it was.

“But you can handle it rougher, can’t you?” Seonghwa looked at her with an unhinged look in her eye. “You’re tougher than you look, aren’t you?”

Fear and desire and pain and pleasure all clouded Yeosang’s head making it spin. Seonghwa leaned down before she could respond and sucked her nipple into her mouth, sucking and licking it before her teeth scraped against the sensitive nub. Yeosang pushed her chest further into her mouth feeling like she was going to either cum or pass out when she bit. She completely stopped breathing, writhing where she was pinned to the bed, arms flailing and heart pounding. She’d never felt more alive in her life.

Seonghwa moved down her body, leaving bite marks along with lipstick stains over her skin, that had Yeosang wailing. Yeosang felt like something deep and perverted had unlocked in her. Something she couldn’t shove back down now that it was out.

“You’re so wet,” Seonghwa giggled sweetly, rubbing her fingers over her soaking pussy making Yeosang moan and twitch as she ghosted her nails over her clit. “I knew you were a sick freak like me the second you walked through the door.”

Yeosang had the wind knocked out of her as Seonghwa smacked her cunt. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, it just surprised her. “Harder,” she whispered.

“What was that?” Seonghwa sucked her wet fingers into her mouth, savoring the taste.

“Harder, please,” Yeosang begged, spreading her legs further.

“You want me to spank your naughty pussy?” Seonghwa grinned, smacking her hard enough to sting. “This pussy has gotten you into quite a bit of trouble. I think it deserves some punishment,” she said smacking it again and again.

Yeosang threw her head back, feeling like she was losing her mind. She gasped when she felt Seonghwa’s mouth latch onto her core, sucking and licking and biting all over her in unpredictable patterns that kept her constantly jumping at the new sensations. She clasped her thighs shut over her head and gripped her head, not to push her away, just to keep her grounded.

She’d never moaned louder. Her throat felt raw from the feral sounds that left her throat as Seonghwa scratched her long nails down her soft thighs, pressing her long, dexterous tongue inside of her.

Her vision went spotty as she was hit with the hardest orgasm of her life. Her hips lifted off the bed as her back arced, every muscle in her body tensing. She heaved in breaths as she came down, feeling incredibly light headed and over sensitive as Seonghwa lightly pet her abused skin.

Yeosang felt an unhinged giggle start up in her throat and she started laughing hard enough tears dripped down her cheeks as the chemicals in her body attempted to regulate after such an experience. Seonghwa giggled as well, pulling her into her arms as she laid down beside her.

They both snuggled close, sharing body heat as Yeosang got her breathing under control. “Am I a bad person?” she asked earnestly.

“Oh, no worse than me,” Seonghwa sighed, running her fingers up and down her back comfortingly.

Yeosang squinted at the nonanswer but didn’t press it.

“So… knowing everything you know now,” Seonghwa said. “Are you going to sleep with him again?”

Yeosang thought hard. She saw him clearly for who he was. She should be revolted by him. She should hate him. Why did she want him more? “You really don’t mind?”

“You can repay me by telling me the details,” Seonghwa winked at her. “Or better yet, a video. Just don’t let on that I approve of this. I don’t want to ruin his fun.”

Yeosang blinked at her, wondering what the hell she’d gotten herself into. “Sure.”

“Now let’s get you dressed before he gets home,” Seonghwa moved to roll out of bed, but Yeosang caught her arm.

“Wait. You didn’t,” she felt horribly selfish. She’d gotten the experience of a lifetime and hadn’t given anything in return.

“Next time, dear,” Seonghwa winked at her. “We’re on a time limit.”

“I feel bad,” Yeosang looked down.

“Oh I won’t be left hanging,” Seonghwa chuckled, kissing her forehead and getting out of bed. “Not for long anyway.”

Seonghwa buttoned up her shirt for her and brushed her hair, tying it back in a quick braid before giving her a pat on the head. Yeosang pressed her thighs together, remembering all of the bruises on her skin under her clothes.

She froze as they walked to the door. Yunho was standing there with his arms full of shopping bags, his eyes wide with shock and his mouth hanging open. Seonghwa didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. She took Yeosang’s phone out of her hands and typed in her number. “If he ever hurts you, you call me,” Seonghwa said, making cold eye contact with her husband as she handed the phone back. She pointed a painted finger at him sternly. “You. Kitchen.”

Yeosang had never seen him move faster as he rushed past them. Seonghwa watched him go before turning back to her. “Good luck, sweetheart,” she smirked, smacking her on the ass on her way out.

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Hongjoong twisted his hands together while he approached Seonghwa’s house after his part time job. He’d been dreading this conversation all month. He only had a week left of this semester and then he’d be going home for the summer. It would only be a couple months, but he knew even a week would be too much time. Seonghwa was many things, beautiful, funny, smart, generous, but she didn’t have a loyal bone in her body.

All of his musings fell out of his head once he noticed Seonghwa was out front tending to her garden. She was in jean shorts that really only covered the top half of her ass and a flimsy tank top that showed more of her bra than it hid.

“Hi baby! All done with work?” Seonghwa stood up, wiping her hands off.

Hongjoong had to manually jump start his brain before responding. “Uh huh,” was all he could come up with.

“Come inside. I’ll get you some lemonade,” she gave him a sweet smile before going in. Hongjoong took a deep breath of the cool indoor air before politely sitting at the table, unable to tear his eyes off her ass as she moved around making a drink and a snack for both of them. “Here you go, baby,” Seonghwa gave him a wink as she set down a plate of sliced fruit and a cold beverage. She sat down beside him with her own beverage, leaning back in her chair and relaxing.

“Thank you so much,” Hongjoong said, his nerves about their impending conversation making his voice tight.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Seonghwa looked at him, cocking her head.

Hongjoong put his glass down, staring hard at it as the condensation dripped to the table. It brought to mind the times he’s watched sweat drip down Seonghwa’s gorgeous neck or between her breasts. Would he ever get to see that again?

“It’s almost summer,” he said sadly.

“It’s certainly hot enough for it,” Seonghwa chuckled, not getting what he was implying.

“I’m… going to have to go home,” he said, ripping the band aid off.

“Oh,” Seonghwa paused, considering that information.

“I don’t want to go,” Hongjoong shook his head. “I just want to stay here with you. I don’t want this to end.”

Seonghwa played with the straw in her drink with her wickedly long tongue while she thought, looking him over. “I have greatly enjoyed your company these last few months,” she finally said. “And I could use some help around the house.”

“What… are you suggesting?” Hongjoong asked with hope bubbling up in his chest.

“Why don’t you stay here for the summer, baby?” Seonghwa smiled down at him. “Provided your mother is ok with missing you.”

“Yes,” Hongjoong answered before she had finished speaking. “Yes, oh my god, yes.”

Seonghwa put a hand over her mouth and giggled. “You’ll have to sleep on the couch every couple weeks.”

Hongjoong’s mouth fell open, realizing belatedly that he would have to be in the house with both her and her husband. He shoved it to the back of his mind. He could handle that awkwardness when it came. It was worth it.

It took very little time to move his few boxes of things from his dorm room into Mrs. Park’s home. Most of it was just left in the basement still packed away to be brought back to school in the fall. He didn’t want to disrupt her pristine house with his mismatched belongings.

She took him out to a nice dinner to celebrate him getting his grades back from his finals. He’d aced all his classes, thanks in large part to her unconventional study techniques. It also had the unfortunate side effect of him getting a boner every time he did math. He hoped that wasn’t a permanent reaction.

They got home, Hongjoong still a little peeved at the waitress calling him her son as she put the bill in front of him. “Will he be treating his mother to dinner?” she had asked.

Seonghwa just giggled at Hongjoong’s mortified face. “Oh he will, but I’m paying the bill.”

“I don’t even look like you,” Hongjoong grumbled, still ruminating as he kicked his shoes off by the door.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Seonghwa cupped his face and pecked his lips. “You’re still Mommy’s special boy.” It had been a joke. And it still made Hongjoong’s heart skip a beat. He really hoped Seonghwa hadn’t noticed it. She didn’t seem to, walking off down the hall without him. “You coming?” she called over her shoulder.

He eagerly followed her to the bedroom, his jaw dropping when she carefully removed her nice clothes to reveal what she was wearing underneath. Her blood red lingerie set and stockings that perfectly framed her beautiful body with lace and ribbons. She was like a Christmas gift wrapped with care.

Hongjoong felt stupid as he quickly took off his own clothes revealing his normal old briefs that were straining to contain his pulsing erection. Seonghwa approached him, reaching down and rubbing him through the thin fabric. “I’m so happy you’ll be staying here, sweetheart,” she whispered in his ear, licking and nibbling at the shell of it as she applied perfect pressure to his crotch. “You can put this in me whenever you want, ok? You did such a good job at school. You’ve earned it.”

“Whenever?” Hongjoong’s voice cracked as he asked, nearly choking on his own spit as he sharply inhaled.

“Whenever,” Seonghwa confirmed. “Whatever hole you want, any time of the day or night. Let’s make the most of these next couple months, hm?”

Hongjoong nearly blacked out from the thought of being able to use her perfect body whenever he wanted. He whined pathetically and rut up against her hand, too overwhelmed to do anything else for the moment. He couldn’t believe he’d already reached the peak of his life at such a young age, but he wasn’t about to complain.

“Are you about to cum?” Seonghwa giggled, cupping his balls with her soft hand.

The answer was yes, but Hongjoong was too embarrassed to say. He just panted, his eyes rolling shut as he tried and failed to stop grinding against her.

“It hurts to pop a knot without pressure, right?” Seonghwa coaxed, removing her warm hand making Hongjoong whine high in his throat. “Wouldn’t that feel so much better somewhere else?”

“Y-yes,” Hongjoong’s mouth was dry. He licked his lips and opened his eyes, something clicking in his brain as he looked at her body. He surged forward, kissing her fiercely and backing her up until her back hit the wall. He grabbed her juicy thigh and pulled it up over his hip. She moaned softly as he ground against the wet spot in her panties. He kissed and nibbled her long neck, pulling his cock out with his other hand and fumbling with trembling fingers to pull her panties to the side so he could slide into her body.

He made a loud, embarrassing sound as his knot popped the second he pushed inside. Seonghwa chuckled, petting his hair as he hid his burning face in her neck. “It’s ok, baby. I know you’re just excited. Does that feel good?”

“Yes… sorry,” Hongjoong mumbled, his hips twitching with every pulse of cum that shot out of him.

“I’m sure you’ll more than make up for it next time,” Seonghwa smiled sweetly at him, squeezing down on his knot. As soon as his knot went down enough for him to pull out he fell to his knees, pressing his face between her legs. “Oh good boy,” she moaned softly as he pushed his tongue between her folds, eating his cum out of her as it dripped down.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and rested one leg over his shoulder as she pressed his face harder against her pussy and leaned her head back against the wall. Hongjoong’s heart raced as he listened to her little moans and gasps. He moaned himself when he felt her nails drag against his scalp.

“Fuck, Hongjoong. You have the best tongue,” she moaned as he pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go. “You like the taste of my pussy?”

Hongjoong hummed his approval, too wrapped up in licking and sucking to form any kind of words anyway. He wrapped his hands around her thick ass and pushed it even harder into his face, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh as he feasted on his favorite dessert.

Seonghwa sighed and slowly ground her hips down on his face for a while before she snapped him back into focus. She pushed his head up until his lips wrapped around her clit. He remembered what she liked as he suctioned around it and flicked his tongue in firm strokes over it.

“There you go,” Seonghwa moaned. “You know what to do, baby.”

Hongjoong doubled his efforts, doing everything with manic fervor. With as much as he’d studied for school, he’d put twice as much energy into studying her body. She was cumming against his mouth in seconds, her back arcing beautifully against the wall as Hongjoong looked up at her with stars in his eyes.

“That was good,” Seonghwa said, slightly out of breath as Hongjoong held her get both feet on the ground. “Here baby, let me have a taste.”

Hongjoong stood up so fast his vision went spotty. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, eager to let her taste herself. They lazily made out, both of their hands aimlessly wandering all over the other’s exposed skin.

“I need a shower,” Seonghwa finally said, smiling against his mouth.

“O-okay,” Hongjoong said reluctantly pulling away from her.

“And so do you,” she winked at him, taking his hand and leading him to her bathroom. He sheepishly kicked off his underwear as he went, embarrassed that he was still wearing them. He helped her unclip her bra, immediately getting confused with the different straps. She freed herself of the contraption and started the shower, turning the water steaming hot. She tested the temperature and stepped in, holding a hand out to him and pulling him under the hot spray.

They both sighed, letting the water relax their muscles. He closed his eyes and looked up, letting the hot water run over his face when he felt fingers in his hair. She massaged her expensive shampoo into his locks, massaging his scalp in a way that had him softly moaning. He leaned into her touch, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this was his life for the whole summer.

Once the shampoo was rinsed out, he opened his eyes to really look at the glistening wet body of the woman in front of him. He made a show of pumping her floral smelling body wash on his hands before running them all over her body. He covered her skin in suds, paying special attention to her chest before massaging it into her ass and thighs. He straightened up, intending to get the shampoo only to see her get on her knees.

He stood in stunned silence as she wrapped a sudsy hand around the hard on he hadn’t even realized he’d developed. She stroked it with her wet hand, looking up at him with a sly grin before sitting forward on her knees and pressing her soapy breasts around his cock and squishing them together.

Hongjoong was thrusting before he even knew what he was doing. He braced himself with her shoulders and fucked her tits like his life depended on it. She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip every time it poked out between her huge mounds.

“You’re so perfect,” Hongjoong moaned. “Oh my god. How are you real?”

“You’re so cute,” Seonghwa chuckled, letting go of her breasts and wrapping her lips around him instead, sinking all the way down in one go without gagging. She looked up at him with those big, beautiful eyes as she bobbed her head, her thick lips suctioned perfectly around his aching cock. Hongjoong didn’t know what came over him. He grabbed her head and lost control, fucking her throat with abandon.

She took it like a champ, grabbing his thighs and relaxing her throat as Hongjoong’s loud moans echoed around the tiled bathroom. He wasn’t thinking when he felt the familiar tug in his stomach. Everything in him was telling him to push his cock as deep into the warm hole he was fucking as possible so that’s what he did. His knot filled Seonghwa’s mouth, locking behind her teeth as he spilled down her throat. She hummed her approval and lightly sucked it making Hongjoong shudder in overstimulation.

He crawled into bed with her, giddy with excitement. He’d spent lots of time in this bed over the last few months, but this was his first time being invited to sleep in it. Neither of them had bothered with the pretense of pajamas. He pressed himself against her back, holding her breasts like a security blanket as they fell asleep together.

He woke up with a throbbing erection. He knew Seonghwa had said any time of the day or night, but it felt rude to wake her up. He simply pushed his cock between her thick thighs and slowly ground his hips forward, softly sighing at the delicious press and sweet body heat. The head of his cock occasionally brushed against her folds that were getting wetter and wetter with every roll of his hips, even though her heavy, steady breathing hadn’t changed.

He bit his lip, trying not to make any noise as his thrusts got faster, his precum smearing between her thighs with every push. He froze when he heard her sigh and shift. He wished he could see her face. Did she wake up? Was this ok? Should he stop?

She reached down between her legs and sleepily ran her fingers over his throbbing cock before gently guiding the tip of it to her pussy. They both sighed deeply as it pressed inside her. Hongjoong carefully thrust in and out of her as he felt her relax and quickly fall back asleep. He didn’t want to wake her up again so he went slow. It felt like the sweetest torture to hold himself back so much when buried inside the most perfect pussy.

Finally, after what felt like hours, his knot popped. He held her sleeping body close as he emptied himself deep inside her and quickly dropped off back asleep while still locked together with her. This was going to be the best summer ever.

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Hongjoong was having the best dream. He was surrounded by beautiful women all eagerly waiting to get a turn with his dick. He would test out their holes, trying to find the perfect one until he finally did. He sunk his cock into the most perfect pussy he’d ever felt and relief washed over him as he looked up to see Mrs. Park’s face looking down at him fondly. He moaned loudly. Loudly enough to wake himself up.

He groggily opened his eyes, trying to figure out what was going on. His face was buried in Seonghwa’s tits, his cock already buried inside of her, his hips moving on their own. He wrapped his arms around her and started thrusting hard. He didn’t know how long he’d been doing this, but he had an urgency in his gut he couldn’t ignore.

“Good morning, baby,” Seonghwa sighed, hitching her leg up higher on his hip. “You seemed to be having a lovely dream and your cock was already so hard, I thought I would just help myself. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No. Thank you,” Hongjoong grunted out, his morning voice rough. “Fuck. This is the best way to wake up.”

Seonghwa giggled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. She adjusted again and made a noise in the back of her throat as Hongjoong stabbed up into her at a different angle, her thighs tensing. “There it is,” she said, her breaths getting harsher. “Fuck just like that.”

Hongjoong was so focused on nailing that spot inside her and her soft, breathy moans that he completely missed the building pressure in his gut until it was too late. “Fuck,” he swore under his breath as he tried and failed to push his knot into her. His cum spilled out making a mess of her pussy and the sheets. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, hiding his burning face in her chest.

“I needed to do laundry today anyway,” Seonghwa kissed the top of his head fondly.

Hongjoong rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, enjoying the afterglow as Seonghwa climbed out of bed. He didn’t open his eyes again until his nose caught the smell of sausage drifting through the open door of the bedroom. He blinked in confusing, no idea when he had fallen back asleep.

He rolled out of bed, pulled on a pair of sweatpants and stumbled to the kitchen, still half asleep, but motivated by the smell of food. He stopped dead in his tracks, suddenly completely awake.

Seonghwa was standing over the stove, humming to herself while wearing an apron. Just an apron. He walked up behind her, his eyes completely locked on her perfect, round ass. His heart nearly stopped when she took a step to the side and he caught a glimpse of the pink, jeweled butt plug sparkling between her cheeks. He didn’t know what time it was. He didn’t know how long ago their last encounter was. But he was very ready to go again.

He got on his knees behind her and pressed his face into her ass, making her jump in surprise. “Oh, good morning baby,” she giggled, reaching behind herself to pet Hongjoong’s head as he licked around the plug, tasting the strawberry flavored lube she’d prepared herself with. He suddenly didn’t care what else was for breakfast.

She spread her legs more, but otherwise continued to go about her business as Hongjoong worshiped her ass with his lips and tongue, squeezing the plush flesh between his fingers. He heard a soft “fuck” leave her lips and he completely snapped. He pulled the plug out, his mouth watering at the sight of her gaping hole before he got to his feet. He pulled his sweats down just enough to free his weeping erection and pushed it inside of her with a groan of satisfaction.

She had used a lot of lube and some leaked out around him as he lost control, smacking their hips together so loudly the sound echoed around the kitchen. Seonghwa turned off the stove quickly with trembling hands before losing herself to the punishing rhythm Hongjoong set. Soft “uh uh uhs” left her throat as she threw her head back, squeezing around Hongjoong’s length.

Hongjoong pulled the apron over her head so her tits spilled out. He looked over her shoulder, mesmerized as he watched them bounce with the force of his thrusts, only making him go harder.

Seonghwa’s moans got louder and her eyes rolled up. “Yes. Fuck. Hongjoong. Use me. Please. Oh god,” she babbled out before she was cumming with a choked out moan.

Hongjoong pounded her through her orgasm before shoving his knot in as deep as he could and emptying himself into her. They both panted harshly, both coming down from intense highs. Hongjoong kissed up her shoulder to her neck, getting his lips on every inch of skin he could reach from this angle. He glanced at the frosted window letting in the morning light and suddenly realized why that one was frosted.

When his knot released, he pushed the plug back in her hole, locking his cum inside her with a deep instinctual satisfaction. Seonghwa just giggled at the intense look on his face and kissed his cheek before sitting him down at the table and putting breakfast in front of him.

Seonghwa read the paper as if this was a perfectly normal morning, still only wearing her apron cinched around her waist. The doorbell rang and they both looked up, surprised. “That might be a delivery,” Seonghwa said, putting her coffee down. “Can you get that, baby? I’m not decent.”

Hongjoong quickly threw a shirt on and answered the front door, trying not to look like he’d just had sex. A young alpha, probably nineteen or twenty years old, stood in the doorway holding a package and a signature device. He looked surprised to see him. “Is… uh, is Mrs. Park home? She needs to sign for this.”

Hongjoong knew from the way the other alpha was trying to look around him and was so surprised to see him that Seonghwa had the same arrangement with him as she did with Hongjoong. He shoved down the possessive growl that bubbled up in his throat and tried to stand taller. “She’s not decent right now. Can I sign for it?” he said, staking his claim.

“I’m sorry. But she really does,” the alpha insisted, standing taller himself and looking down on him.

Just before Hongjoong could bare his teeth and snap at him, Seonghwa stood behind him, her fluffy robe wrapped around herself. “Oh, hello Mingi. You must be back from school,” she pleasantly made conversation while the two alphas glared daggers at each other. She stepped between them and signed on the pin pad. “Tell your mother I said hello. I’m looking forward to seeing her at book club tonight.”

“Of course,” the young man said, handing her her package. “I’ll see you later, Mrs. Park,” he said, not looking away from Hongjoong.

Seonghwa blew him a kiss and stepped back inside, pulling Hongjoong in with her and closing the door. “Calm down, baby,” Seonghwa chuckled at him, petting his hair soothingly. “He’s just the neighbor’s kid.”

“Do you fuck him?” Hongjoong asked, point blank.

“Yes,” Seonghwa answered honestly. “He’s twenty one,” she said, as if that was the part Hongjoong was mad about.

“Would you have fucked him if I wasn’t here?” Hongjoong asked, feeling like he was going to cry.

“Probably,” Seonghwa said nonchalantly. Hongjoong’s hands balled into weak fists at his sides and he hung his head, feeling stupid. “Oh baby,” Seonghwa pulled him into a hug. “What did you think this was?”

“I just… I like you so much,” Hongjoong’s lip trembled as he buried his face in her fluffy robe. “I know I have to share you with your husband. I just… I don’t want there to be anyone else.”

“Ok,” Seonghwa said too easily.

“Ok?” Hongjoong pulled back to look at her skeptically. “It’ll just be me?”

“Sure,” Seonghwa said, patting him on the head dismissively and walking back into the kitchen.

Hongjoong looked at the floor. He didn’t know why he was so sure that he would have her all to himself if he stayed in her home. It would at least make it harder to invite random delivery boys into her bed and he bitterly accepted that was the best he was going to get. She didn’t even bother putting that much effort into lying to him. He didn’t know if he appreciated that or not.

He sulked as she got ready for her book club that night, playing games on his phone. He wasn’t even focusing on the game. Was she really going to a book club? Was she just going to the neighbor’s house to fuck their son? Should he insist on going with her? Would that even stop anything?

“I’m heading out. I’ll be back in a couple hours,” Seonghwa said, grabbing her purse. She was wearing a fitted shirt with Hongjoong’s favorite mom jeans that really showed off her waist and ass. “I’ll be just next door,” she said, standing in front of him until he looked up. “So this should still work.”

Hongjoong looked at the little remote she’d handed him confused. He hit the up arrow on it to see if anything would happen and Seonghwa twitched, her legs pressing together and her eyes rolling closed. His mouth fell open when he realized what it was.

“This should make book club more interesting,” Seonghwa smirked, grabbing her book from the coffee table. “There’s snacks in the pantry if you get hungry,” she called over her shoulder as she left the house.

Hongjoong’s mind ran wild for the entire two hours. He sat on the couch, his dick in one hand and the remote in the other, trying to imagine what Mrs. Park was doing. He wondered if she was trying to keep her voice steady as she talked about her favorite chapter with a vibrator buzzing inside her on high. He would turn it down to the lowest setting for a while and then turn it up, trying to surprise her. He wondered if the neighbor’s kid was home, watching Hongjoong make her cum while he wasn’t even there. A sick satisfaction settled in his chest, hoping that was the case. He edged himself over and over, saving himself for when she got home.

His heart leapt into his throat when he heard the front door open. He looked over the back of the couch to see Seonghwa come back in looking utterly normal. She dropped her purse and her book off on the kitchen table and walked straight into the bedroom. “You coming?” she asked without stopping to look at him.

Hongjoong stumbled over himself to follow. “Did… did you like it?” he asked lamely as she pulled her top over her head.

“I had to excuse myself to the bathroom. I only made it halfway down the hallway before I started cumming,” Seonghwa giggled.

“Did anyone see you?” Hongjoong asked, pulling his own clothes off with her.

“Mingi’s door was cracked,” Seonghwa chuckled. “He got a good eyeful.”

“But that’s it?” Hongjoong paused, his pants halfway down his legs.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to, baby,” Seonghwa said, unbuttoning her pants.

Hongjoong put his hands over hers. “I can handle it,” he lied. He just needed to know.

“He used his mouth to clean me up in the bathroom,” Seonghwa said. “I was really wet.” Hongjoong got quiet, every emotion welling up within him. “Are you jealous?” she asked with a knowing smile.

She did it on purpose. She did it to get this exact reaction out of him. She did it to her husband and she did it to him. She was getting off on it.

“Yes,” he answered.

“What are you going to do about it?” Seonghwa whispered in his ear.

Hongjoong snapped. He grabbed her pants and pulled them down along with her underwear, leaving her bare and sopping wet. He would prove he was better. She didn’t need anyone else. He suctioned his mouth around her cunt, licking and sucking up her juices as much as he could. Seonghwa grabbed his head and held it to her core, moaning loudly when he pulled the remote out of his pocket and pushed the power to the vibrator inside of her all the way up.

She was cumming on his face in seconds, her knees going weak from it as she held his shoulders for support. He knew he was giving her exactly what she wanted. He knew she would provoke him again to get this same reaction. He could worry about that later. Right now he needed to be balls deep in her.

It was easy to get her on the bed, her legs still shaking from her orgasm. She fell on her back with a surprised little giggle at being manhandled by him, spreading her legs wide as he stepped between them.

He pulled the vibrator out of her, a line of slick connecting the device to her soaking pussy. He turned it off and tossed it aside. The neighbor may have gotten a taste, but Hongjoong had the whole buffet. All he could eat twenty four hours a day. And he wasn’t going to waste a single bite.

He grabbed Seonghwa’s legs that were hanging off the edge of the bed and pulled them up in the air. Her pussy was so wet and so hot he had to stop and shudder when he slipped inside of her.

She reached up and grabbed the sheets by her head when Hongjoong started pounding her, making her pussy remember him by force. She was still extremely sensitive from her recent orgasm and having a vibrator inside of her for two hours, but she begged for more anyway.

“Fuck. Harder baby. Just like that,” she moaned her pussy tensing and spasming randomly. Hongjoong couldn’t tell if she was cumming again or was just too sensitive. Either way, the blissed out look on her face told him everything he needed to know.

Her back arced hard and her eyes opened wide, her mouth falling open in short gasps when clear fluid started drenching both of them. Hongjoong was filled with a feral sort of pride as her squirting orgasms lasted ages, loud, guttural moans leaving her strained throat as her body was wracked with pleasure.

Her tired eyes vacantly crossed as Hongjoong kept pounding her after it was over, her legs limp in his grasp as her mouth hung open. He wasn’t done yet, but he was close. She let out a little gasp when his knot locked inside of her, blinking hard as his cum claimed her insides.

He stood there, panting, completely out of breath as he looked at his handywork. Seonghwa was wrecked. Completely and utterly satisfied. And he’d done that. He mentally patted himself on the back. She had no reason to go out looking for satisfaction now. At least for a little while. He hoped.

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Being seven months pregnant was not easy under normal circumstances, but it was even less easy being a flight attendant. She was only a couple weeks away from being unable to fly and she was honestly looking forward to the break. It wasn’t easy for her to get through the tiny aisles or bend over to pick things up in cramped quarters anymore, not to mention the constant travel was getting exhausting. She rubbed her belly as she took a cab to the hotel the airline had booked for her, marveling at how big she had gotten. It honestly wasn’t that huge, but she had been so tiny before, anything felt massive and she was only getting bigger by the day.

She’d told her coworkers and parents that she was a surrogate for a friend and it wasn’t entirely untrue. San and Wooyoung had become friends over the months since Seonghwa had helped them get in contact. They were a sweet gay couple who had always wanted children and they were over the moon ecstatic that they had been considered to raise her child. They had promised to keep in touch and allow her to have as much or as little contact as she wanted. They actually seemed to like her and not just see her as an incubator for their child. She usually called them when she landed and the three of them would talk until she reached the hotel. It was strange, but this pregnancy was turning out to be the best thing that had ever happened to her.

San and Wooyoung had offered to let her stay with them during the final weeks of pregnancy and maternity leave and she was seriously considering it. Of course, her mother also insisted the same. And then there was Yunho.

Yeosang was deeply and hopelessly in love with Yunho. She no longer had any doubts as to who he was, but couldn’t help loving him anyway. He was a liar and a cheater and a scumbag, but he also treated her like royalty. He always carried her bags, massaged her sore muscles, made sure she was eating good food and taking her vitamins, listened to every word of her rambling. He was handsome and charming and considerate and everything she never thought she could have. Other people got to have handsome princes. But this one had chosen her.

She also knew this special treatment would end. Once she was no longer carrying his child, she would be discarded just like all of the other girls he’d done this to. She was special, but only because she was pregnant.

She stepped out of the cab to see Yunho waiting for her at the front of the hotel. He must have gotten there a few minutes before as he still had his suitcase in hand. He helped her up and took her heavy bag in his other hand and walked them inside. Checking her into her own room was just for show. They both knew she wouldn’t step foot in it. She never did.

They got in the elevator to the top floor and opened the door to Yunho’s much nicer suite. Yunho had enough self-control to close the door and put the bags down before he was kissing her. The more pregnant she got, the more insatiable he was. Seonghwa hadn’t been kidding about his pregnancy kink. She was completely aware that she was being fetishized. And she couldn’t care less. She soaked up his attention like a dry sponge.

He circled behind her and did her favorite thing in the world. He put his large hands under her belly and held it. Yeosang moaned pornographically as the weight was taken off of her, leaning back against him and melting like butter. Her aching back finally got a break and she wanted to cry with relief.

“There’s my good girl,” Yunho whispered in her ear, kissing along her neck and face. “Must be so hard to carry my baby all day inside of you. Let me hold him for a while. Just relax.” They both made a sound of surprise when they felt a kick through her stomach. “Has he been doing that a lot today?” he asked, nuzzling his nose in her hair.

“All day,” Yeosang sighed. “You know I’m making those feet of his. The least he can do is keep them off my organs.”

“I agree,” Yunho chuckled a bit before heaving an awkward sigh.

Yeosang’s heartrate picked up. What was that? Was he going to break things off? She hadn’t even had the baby yet! She wasn’t ready for this to be over! “What is it?” trying not to sound as nervous as she felt.

“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” Yunho said, letting go of her belly and taking her hand. She nervously followed him to the couch and sat next to him, feeling like she was going to throw up. He ran his big thumb over her hand as he got his thoughts together before taking a deep breath. “I like you a lot,” he finally said. “And I feel bad thinking about you being without me during the last couple months of this. And I have quite a lot of vacation time saved up. Would you let me take care of you during this time? I can work something out with my wife. You’ve met her. I think she likes you. We can do a more… formal introduction.”

Yeosang heard his words and also understood what he was really asking. He didn’t want to lose access to her body while she was at her most pregnant. “So you’re offering for me to stay in your home with you… and your wife?” she clarified. Yes, Seonghwa liked her. She didn’t think he understood just how much. This had the potential to blow up in all of their faces. Why was she actually seriously considering this?

“I promise I’ll take good care of you,” Yunho said, rubbing a hand over her bump. He could never keep his hands off of it for long.

“The adoptive parents offered to let me stay with them,” Yeosang said hesitantly. She felt Yunho’s hand tense. He wasn’t involved with them at all, despite Yeosang’s urging. He didn’t care one bit about where his child ended up once it was outside her body. She tried not to let it bother her. She’d known that from the beginning.

“I would feel more comfortable if you stayed with me,” he said slowly, his eyes dark and possessive.

Yeosang couldn’t say no to him. She never could. And he knew that. “I’ll… think about it,” she said, though they both know what her answer was going to be already. “And I have something I wanted you to think about,” she brought up boldly.

“Oh?” Yunho said, relaxing with the knowledge that he’d gotten his way.

“The adoptive parents…” Yeosang started, not quite sure how to phrase what she needed to say. “They asked… they wanted to know about the possibility of siblings.”

Yunho’s hand stilled as he looked at her with shocked eyes. Yeosang looked at him nervously. She’d honestly been over the moon when Wooyoung had brought it up. It was a solution to her problems. If Yunho only wanted her while she was knocked up, she would simply keep getting knocked up. And she was supplying a family with children they desperately wanted. Everyone got what they wanted. She just needed Yunho to want it too. To want her still. She held her breath while he thought about the implications.

“And you would be ok with that?” he asked slowly. “Most women don’t enjoy being pregnant. You’d really do that?”

“You make me enjoy it,” Yeosang said honestly.

Yunho’s face broke into a huge grin from ear to ear. “Baby girl, I’ll put as many babies in you as you want. How many were they talking?”

“They didn’t specify,” Yeosang matched his grin, a wave of relief washing over her. “But they were talking like they wanted a big family.”

“Who are we to stand in the way of such a nice couple’s dreams?” Yunho said, cupping her cheek and planting a sweet kiss on her lips that quickly turned filthy. He mouthed down the length of her neck, only pausing to pull her maternity uniform over her head. He reached behind her and unclipped her bra with one hand, pausing to really take in her tits and belly. Both were swollen to the max and his mouth was watering for them.

He very gently licked her nipple and even that had Yeosang trembling. If her tits were sensitive before, they were ten times more now. She squirmed and whined as he lightly sucked her pebbling nipple into his mouth. She placed an overwhelmed hand on the back of his head, lighting shooting up her system.

He switched to the other tit, lightly rubbing her spit slick nipple between his fingers and rubbing her belly with his other hand. She rested her head on the back of the couch and enjoyed the attention. All of the pain and exhaustion and inconvenience was worth it for this. She didn’t hurry him or direct him in any way. She just ran her fingers through his hair and let him enjoy her.

“They’re getting so big,” Yunho cupped her breasts and felt the weight of them in his hands.

“You like them?” Yeosang asked shyly. She’d seen how big his wife’s were. Hers still didn’t hold a candle.

“I love them,” Yunho smiles, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her extremely sensitive nipples and watched her squirm. “They look so good on you.” He rubbed his hands lower over her huge belly. “This looks so good on you too,” he said, his tone turning dark. “I already can’t wait to give you another one.”

“Me too,” Yeosang said, completely lost in his eyes. She was so impossibly relieved that he still wanted her. That they could keep doing this. It didn’t have to end. She could still have her prince charming.

“Fuck. You see what you do to me?” Yunho rubbed the huge bulge in his pants as he stood up and looked down at her. “I saw you bend over through the cabin door and had to fly all the way here hard as a rock.”

“Really?” Yeosang giggled, always overjoyed to hear how attracted to her he was.

“I kept thinking about you using that pretty mouth of yours while I flew the plane,” Yunho dragged his finger across her lower lip. “It was a nice little daydream.” He pushed his fingers into her mouth and she immediately started to suck them, running her tongue around his digits as he pushed them in and out. “That’s my sweet baby girl,” Yunho said softly, palming his erection with his other hand. “You’re not that clueless little virgin anymore, aren’t you? I’ve trained you well, haven’t I?” he mused to himself, his eyes raking over her body. “Take the rest off, sweetheart. Let me see you.”

Yeosang reached down, never breaking eye contact, and pulled her skirt and panties off, spreading her legs to show him how wet she already was.

Yunho let out a low whistle, pulling his fingers out of her mouth, wiping them on his pants. Something about her being completely bare and him still wearing his full uniform was making her blood run hot. He knelt between her spread legs, giving her his deadly smirk before pressing his lips to her stomach. He kissed every inch of it before moving down. She scooted her hips forward to the edge of the couch as soon as his lips found her clit.

“So eager,” Yunho chuckled, licking and kissing the sensitive little nub. “Where did my shy little virgin go?” He put Yeosang’s legs over his shoulders and nuzzled his nose between her wet folds. He licked up her slit, moaning softly at her taste. He cleaned up the slick that had leaked out of her with his tongue before latching onto her clit. He quickly and firmly lapped his tongue over it while two fingers pet over her entrance.

She was cumming the moment he pushed them inside. She was so worked up. She always was with him. “Daddy,” she whimpered as she grabbed his head. He was driving her into oversensitivity with his tongue but she couldn’t move him away. His long fingers kept pumping in and out of her, stroking her g spot firmly. “Daddy. It’s too much. Please,” she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes.

He pulled back, pressing one more firm kiss to her clit before sitting back and looking up at her, his fingers still knuckle deep inside of her. “You’re so fucking cute,” he murmured, adding another finger. Yeosang tensed around them, feeling so full already as she took a couple shaky breaths. “There you go. Good girl. Keep squeezing.” He pumped his fingers before adding a fourth. “You’re going to be pushing lots of babies out of here. You have to keep these muscles strong.”

Yeosang swallowed hard and nodded, squeezing and releasing around his fingers as she felt her wetness drip down his hand.

She let out a little whine as he pulled his fingers out, feeling herself tense around nothing. He held his hand up and licked his fingers clean while unzipping his pants with his other hand. His eyes were burning with a possessive desire that made Yeosang’s heart skip a beat. He pulled his huge cock out of his pants and held it out for her.

He didn’t even need to say anything before she was sliding off the couch to get on her knees in front of him. She looked up, her tongue sticking out as she waited for him to feed his cock into her mouth. He swiped the head of it across her tongue. She tasted his salty precum and her breathing picked up. She suddenly became very aware of the scene she was in. She was kneeling naked in front of a much older, married man who was still fully clothed, carrying the baby he’d put in her. She closed her lips around the head of his cock, sucking just like he had taught her. He’d taught her exactly how to please him. And she loved it. She should be ashamed of herself. She should have enough dignity to get up off the floor and leave this despicable man behind to ruin some other poor innocent girl’s life. But she wasn’t a poor innocent girl anymore.

“There you go. You can take more,” Yunho said gently as he fed her more of his length. She gagged a bit as it filled her whole mouth. She tried to get her breathing under control and blink the tears out of her eyes, but only succeeded in drooling around his cock as her mouth filled with saliva. “Look at me, baby girl,” Yunho said in that soft, lovely tone that gave Yeosang butterflies in her stomach. She looked up at him, her tears making her mascara run. “Good girl,” he praised, petting her soft hair. He shallowly thrust in and out of her mouth, making her gag hard every time the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat. It didn’t stop him. In fact, he would push a little further every time and hold her there just a little longer.

She didn’t fight it. She wanted to please him. She wanted to do her best like always. And she knew deep down he enjoyed seeing her struggle. She watched through misty eyes as he chuckled down at her, shaking his head. “Ok, ok,” he said, easing off of her throat. She focused on sucking the length she could comfortably fit in her mouth while trying to swallow the drool that kept leaking out around his shaft. “Oh fuck. Yeosang,” he moaned softly, tilting his head back and keeping a big hand resting on her head.

Yeosang’s heart leapt. She loved it when he used her name. The little delusional part of her brain told her that it was a sign that he actually liked her. ‘Baby girl’ was just a sex object, but Yeosang was a person. Yeosang was her. She doubled her effort, bobbing her head and swirling her tongue around the soft head of his cock, licking the precum out of his slit and savoring the taste.

“What a good girl,” he praised, gently pulling her off of him. “That felt so good, baby. You’re getting so good at that.” Yeosang smiled brightly up at him, always starving for compliments. “Now get on the bed, sweet thing.”

Yunho helped her to her feet and put a supportive hand around her waist as he walked her to the bed. She still felt incredibly naked next to him as he was still fully in uniform. “There you go. Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” Yunho cooed at her as he bent her over the side of the bed. She spread her legs as much as she could comfortably. Her heart beat loudly in her chest when she heard his belt buckle click. She looked over her shoulder to see him pull his pants down just enough to free his cock and balls. “Don’t worry about what’s going on back here,” Yunho teased her, rubbing the head of his cock around in her slick. “You just rest your pretty head down and let me enjoy your cute little pregnant pussy.”

Yeosang did as she was told. She always did what she was told. She rested her head down and got herself comfortable as she could with her swollen tits and stomach pressed into the mattress. She let out a little whine when his bulbous head popped inside of her. It didn’t matter how many times they did this. It was always a tight fit.

Yunho grunted lightly behind her as he worked himself inside, pumping his hips deeper and deeper until his pelvis pressed flush against her ass. “You’re getting so much more fat here,” Yunho commented, running his hands over her cheeks, jiggling them before giving one a light smack. “It’s fucking delicious.”

A pleased smile spread across Yeosang’s lips as she was pushed forward at a steady rhythm. She loved the way her body was changing because he loved it. Every new little change was an exciting new development for her to show off and for him to praise her for.

She loved the way he palmed her ass. She’d never had much of one before and having one more asset for him to appreciate thrilled her. She moaned obscenely as he thoroughly explored her body while keeping up a steady pace. She squeezed down around his cock, savoring the feeling. It was her favorite sensation in the world. She wished she could keep it inside of her forever.

She wished she could turn around. She much preferred the positions where she could watch Yunho as he enjoyed her body, but he’d told her to keep her head down, so her head stayed rested on the bed. Then she felt Yunho pull her cheeks apart and a gentle finger teased at her rim.

Her head shot up, looking behind her in alarm. “I told you to keep your head down,” Yunho warned, his eyebrows raised.

“What are you doing?” she asked, needing the answer.

“I’m just teasing your cute little asshole,” Yunho said, lightly petting it again. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

Yeosang took a second and really felt the sensation as he did it again. It was weird and sensitive. But it did feel good. She nodded, uncertainty in her eyes. “Now be a good girl, Yeosang,” Yunho said authoritatively.

Yeosang nodded again before turning back around and putting her head on the bed. He’d used her name. He meant it. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations in her body. Her pussy was stretched and full, his cock angled down perfectly at her g spot. The pressure on her pelvis from being bent over the bed was making every thrust feel more intense. She could feel the head of his cock press on her deepest parts, just kissing her cervix every time he bottomed out. And the finger teasing her asshole felt strange, but good. The more she focused on it, the more she liked it. She heard the snap of a cap being opened. She lifted her head on instinct, but didn’t turn around, making the decision to put her head back down.

“That’s my good girl. Just relax,” Yunho said softly as the finger rubbing against her rim suddenly turned slick and cold. Yeosang whimpered in uncertainty and embarrassment. Was he really going to do this? Was she really going to let him?

His fingertip pushed past the rim and she let out a little gasp, every muscle tensing up at the unexpected intrusion. Yunho shushed her, rubbing her back with his other hand. “It’s ok, sweetheart. It’s ok, baby girl. Daddy’s just going to play with your cute little hole for a bit. Be good for Daddy. Just relax.”

Eventually she couldn’t tense anymore and her muscles relaxed in exhaustion. The moment she did, his finger slipped all the way in to the knuckle. She gasped. It burned slightly, but it mostly just felt weird. With her pussy already so stretched she felt so full. She didn’t say anything as he worked his finger in and out of her, coating her inside and out with copious amounts of lube.

She chewed her lip when he added the second finger. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She already knew she wasn’t going to stop him. She would do anything for him. She loved him.

She had her doubts when the third finger pushed inside of her. “Yunho?” she asked, her voice raising in pitch.

“Yes, baby?” Yunho said, not pausing any of his movement as his cock still rocked in and out of her and his fingers pumped deep in her ass.

“I don’t know about this,” she finally said, her anxiety winning out. Was she disappointing him? Did his wife do this for him? She must. Would he move on to someone who wouldn’t question him?

“But you’re doing so well,” Yunho replied, completely unperturbed by her doubts. “And you’ve made it so far. Does it hurt, sweetheart?”

“N-no,” Yeosang mumbled. “I just… don’t know about this,” she repeated lamely.

“Why don’t you just try it,” Yunho said sweetly. “It would be a shame to stop now. Hasn’t everything I’ve done with you felt good? Don’t you trust me?”

“I do…” Yeosang said slowly.

“I’ve been your first for everything else. I want to be your first with this too,” Yunho plucked at her heartstrings.

“Ok…” Yeosang finally said, her resistance futile from the start.

“This is why you’re my best girl,” Yunho said sweetly.

Yeosang felt fireworks go off behind her eyes. His best girl? Her? Even with the countless girls before her? Even with his bombshell wife? She was the best? “I am?” she asked timidly.

“Of course you are,” Yunho said, working his pinky into her ass, stretching both of her holes to her limit. “I knew from the moment I first laid eyes on you that you were going to carry my children. I’m so happy you want more. I’m so fucking happy.”

Yeosang had never been happier in her life, even as she felt his cock pull out of her pussy and his fingers out of her ass, leaving her feeling gaping and empty. He firmly pressed his lube and slick covered cock to her rim. There was a long second where Yeosang held her breath. She gasped as it popped in.

Even with all of his prepping, the stretch burned. But she didn’t care. She could hear his pleasured moans behind her, could feel his big hands holding her hips tight, could feel his cock forcing her guts out of the way as he pressed deep into her body.

“Oh fuck,” Yunho groaned loudly. “This is even better than the first time I fucked your pussy. Oh fuck its so tight. Feels so good.”

Yeosang’s eyes were open as wide as they could go. She gripped the sheets tightly as he rocked in and out of her. It felt weird and wrong and strange and new. But the sounds he was making were influencing her to like it. If he was having a good time, then so was she.

“How is that, baby girl? You like having your ass fucked?” Yunho asked, groping her cheeks as he slowly pressed in and out of her.

“It… it’s weird,” Yeosang said honestly, her voice muffled by the sheets.

“That’s the same thing you said when I took your other virginity too,” Yunho chuckled. “Fuck, I think about that night every damn day. You looked so cute with your worried little eyes looking up at me as you took my cock for the first time. I knew right away you were going to be my little cock slut. And I was fucking right,” he said, punctuating his last words with harder and harder thrusts.

Yeosang cried out loudly. It felt weird. But it didn’t feel bad. And the harder he thrust and the deeper into her guts he went, the better it felt. She didn’t understand what she was feeling, but she knew she wanted more of it. “Daddy!” she cried.

“Yes, baby girl?” Yunho answered.

“Harder!”

“Fuck.” Yunho lost control. He grabbed her hips with bruising strength and fucked her into the mattress. Yeosang cried loudly into the sheets. She might be cumming. She couldn’t tell. It felt so different. But she didn’t want it to stop. She never wanted it to stop.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy,” she chanted on every thrust. “More!”

“Fuck, Yeosang,” Yunho moaned. “Oh fuck. I’m going to knot your ass. Shit that feels so good. Oh my god.”

Yeosang felt the wind get knocked out of her lungs when she felt his knot expand just inside her rim, stretching her impossibly wide. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as cum flooded her insides. Yunho grunted in ecstasy, grinding his knot as deep as he could get it, massaging every last drop of cum out of him.

“Fuck,” she heard him pant as he came down. He lightly ran his hands over her sweaty and oversensitive skin making goosebumps rise all over her body. “You’re so perfect. How are you so perfect?”

Yeosang giggled. This was one of the best days of her life. She happily indulged in her little fairy tale bubble of joy, soaking in every praise he showered her with until she felt his knot release. He eased his cock out of her and her breath hitched when the cooler air of the room hit her gaping asshole.

He got his bearings, pulled his pants back up and gently rolled her over on her back. He picked her up into a princess carry and nudged the bathroom door open with his foot. She was always impressed with how strong he was. She nuzzled into his chest as he ran her a bath in the fancy jacuzzi tub. He made sure the water was hot, but not too hot for her before lowering her into it and turning on the jets. Yeosang pressed her back against one of them and let it massage her sore muscles.

“I’m going to go downstairs and get us some food,” Yunho said softly, kissing the top of her head. “Are you ok? Do you want me to stay?”

She did, but her stomach was growling nearly as loudly as the jets. “I’m ok. Thank you,” she smiled sweetly up at him.

He kissed her long and hard on the mouth. “I’ll be right back,” he said against her lips.

Yeosang sighed and relaxed into the steaming water. She hoped every day would be like this when she was staying with him. She couldn’t wait.

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Yunho walked Yeosang confidently to his front door, holding both of their luggage. He’d told Yeosang that he’d talked it over with his wife and she was happy to have her, but he was pretty sure she hadn’t believed him. That was fair. It was a lie after all.

He was completely certain that Seonghwa would say no to having one of his mistresses stay in their home, let alone for months. But he was also certain that she wouldn’t turn the poor, pregnant girl away from her doorstep. He was counting on that. He could smooth over the fallout later. Right now, all he could think about was having Yeosang all to himself for the next eight weeks.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside, leaving their bags in the entryway. “Honey! I’m home!” he called as he walked Yeosang inside.

They stopped dead in their tracks when they entered the kitchen. Seonghwa was standing over the stove, cooking some delicious smelling meat. But she wasn’t alone.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” he asked, pointing accusingly at the pipsqueak pup she let rut into her while he was away. He shouldn’t be here. Seonghwa knew he was coming home today.

“I could say the same thing,” Seonghwa said as she turned the stove off and wiped her hands on her apron. Yunho swallowed. She only turned the stove off when she was in the middle of cooking if she was going to fuck or fight. And he had a feeling he knew which one she was leaning toward.

“I asked first,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm.

“He needed somewhere to stay for the summer,” she said simply, cocking her hip.

That was bullshit and he knew it. The kid wasn’t destitute. He had somewhere else to stay. But his own answer wasn’t any truer. Goddamn it. Why was Seonghwa like this? She was always one step ahead of him. He didn’t know why he thought he could get one over on her. He’d never managed it before. She raised her eyebrows, waiting for his own explanation.

“She’s past the point where she’s allowed to work,” Yunho cleared his throat. “I offered to take care of her until she has our baby.” He emphasized the word our. Seonghwa had always scolded him for not taking any goddamn responsibility. This was him appearing to do so.

They both stared at each other in a silent standoff. Yunho couldn’t kick Hongjoong out without Seonghwa also kicking Yeosang out. If he wanted his fantasy to come true, he was going to have to bend.

“He’s not sleeping in our bed,” he gruffed, tossing his keys on the side table in secession. “And she get’s the guest bedroom.”

“I’m fine on the couch,” Hongjoong squeaked, the poor thing looking pale. Yunho smiled inwardly. This kid was going to be fun to bully.

“Let’s get you settled,” Yunho turned back to grab their bags.

“Allow me,” Seonghwa hip checked him out of the way, tossing her apron at him. “You can finish dinner since apparently we have more mouths to feed.”

Yunho balked. He needed to run damage control with Yeosang and he couldn’t do that with Seonghwa getting in his way. Which she was, of course, doing on purpose. “The bags are heavy,” Yunho insisted. “And we need to talk about something.”

“You can talk over dinner,” Seonghwa said, her voice leaving no room for argument. Yunho simply watched as she grabbed the handle of the rolling suitcase and walked the poor, shocked girl down the hall to the guest bedroom.

He took a deep, steadying breath before turning back to the kitchen. Hongjoong was still at the table, shell shocked. “You must have known I was coming home,” Yunho chuckled at him, acting much calmer than he felt. “What exactly was your plan?”

“M-Mrs. Park said she would handle it,” Hongjoong stuttered, avoiding eye contact like his life depended on it.

“Is that what you call her?” Yunho scoffed, pulling more food out of the fridge.

“Sometimes. I mean I used to, but not usually anymore,” Hongjoong babbled, nervously fiddling with the tablecloth.

“Whatever,” Yunho sighed, shaking his head. He didn’t want to know. What the fuck did Seonghwa see in this pipsqueak? He’d hoped to spend the next two month lounging at home with constant access to both his gorgeous wife and knocked up side piece, but this kid was crumbling his fantasy before his eyes. He wasn’t too worried, though. He might keep Seonghwa busy while he played with Yeosang. And it’s not like his wife would ever choose him over her husband. He knew exactly how much she loved his cock and he’d seen what the kid was working with. There was no competition.

He put dinner on the table and frowned. The women should be back by now. He walked down the hall to let them know the food was ready, but was not remotely prepared for what he saw when he cracked the door open. Yeosang was on the bed, her skirt flipped up and her panties pulled aside while Seonghwa had her face pressed hard between her spread legs. Yeosang had a hand over her mouth, muffling her sounds and her head was tilted away, buried in the pillow, but Seonghwa noticed him. She pulled away from Yeosang’s pussy, a line of slick and saliva connecting her lips to her core. He stood in stunned silence as she flipped him off and then pushed that finger into Yeosang’s pussy causing her to lift her hips off of the bed and whimper.

Yunho silently closed the door and just stood, staring into space as he processed what he’d just seen. He couldn’t. He’d prepared for every contingency and yet Seonghwa had just hit him square in the nuts with two curveballs he had in no way seen coming. But this was Seonghwa after all. What had he expected?

He walked back to the table, still in a state of shock. He sat next to Hongjoong and filled his own plate. “They’re going to be a bit late,” he said in a forced neutral tone. “Girl talk and all that.”

“Oh, ok,” Hongjoong took his explanation at face value and loaded up his own plate with more food than Yunho would expect a little guy like him would be able to put down. A rogue thought entered his head. If Seonghwa thought she could have a taste of his side piece, why shouldn’t he have a bite out of hers? He looked Hongjoong up and down before shaking his head. He wasn’t gay. Even if this twink would look adorable squirming at the end of his cock. He had more than enough pussy in this house to satisfy him.

He was thankfully shaken from his thoughts as Seonghwa walked a weak kneed Yeosang to the table. “Are you ok?” Hongjoong asked her, concerned, completely oblivious to what had obviously transpired.

“Oh yes,” Yeosang tucked a stray hair behind her ear, her face beet red. “Sorry. I’m just really tired from my long trip.”

“I can’t even imagine traveling that much while pregnant,” Seonghwa fixed her hair before putting a plate of food in front of her. “One cross country flight will take it out of me on a good day.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” Yeosang smiled shyly. “It was definitely getting harder at the end, though. Thank you so much for having me. I really can’t thank you enough.”

“How can I turn a sweet thing like you away?” Seonghwa cooed at her. “Now eat. We have plenty.”

Yunho cornered his wife in their bedroom after she tasked Hongjoong with cleaning up the kitchen. He locked the door and Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at him. “Hwa. What the fuck?” was all he could say.

“You brought a lovely little snack into my house uninvited and you didn’t expect me to have some?” Seonghwa scoffed at him. “It’s like you don’t even know me.”

“You fucked her the last time she was here too, didn’t you?” he accused.

“So what if I did?” Seonghwa smirked at him. “What? She didn’t tell you? Is the little lamb keeping secrets from the big bad wolf?”

“You don’t even like girls. You’re just doing this to spite me,” Yunho sneered at her.

“I never said that,” Seonghwa chuckled, unperturbed by his raised hackles. “I just prefer men. They’re easier,” she said, hooking her arms around his neck. “You have to woo a woman. But you can get any man into your bed if you wear enough of a low cut shirt. I’m economical with my time.”

“It really is any man, isn’t it,” Yunho said, his voice angry, but his hands pulling her closer. He held her waist tightly as he boldly pressed a thigh between his legs. “It doesn’t matter if it’s a shriveled old man who can’t get it up anymore or a pimply college student who cums the moment he gets his dick wet. You’ll invite anyone between your whore legs.”

“How many children do you have again?” she replied. That was always her answer because there was nothing he could say to that. He had six that he knew about. Probably a handful more that he didn’t. And one on the way. Not to mention the ones he was planning on having in the future with the girl resting just down the hall.

Instead of answering, he shut her up with a kiss. It was wet and aggressive as they ripped each other’s clothes off. He pushed her shoulders down until she got on her knees the moment his dick hit the air. Yeosang was getting better at blowjobs and there was no denying that it got him off to watch her struggle to take even a quarter of his dick into her mouth. But he’d missed his wife’s expert mouth.

She got right to work, stroking and twisting his hardening cock as she swirled her long, dexterous tongue around his head, flicking the tip of her tongue into his slit, teasing it until he was fully hard. She took a deep breath through her nose and opened her mouth impossibly wide before swallowing him all the way down to the base. She buried her nose in his pubic hair and moaned, the vibrations sending shockwaves up his dick.

“Oh fuck. Hwa. No one does this like you do,” he moaned as she sucked all the way back up to the tip before going all the way back down again. “I missed this so much.”

She reached between her legs and fingered herself as Yunho grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her throat. He had to pull out after only a minute. It felt too good and he had other plans for his knot.

“You’re too good at that,” he panted.

“I had a lot of tutoring in college,” she winked at him.

“I bet you did,” Yunho said, grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants and pulling them on with a black tank top.

“What the fuck are you doing?” his wife grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“You got to fuck her. Now it’s my turn,” he said simply. “Have that kid hump your pussy if you want dick so bad.”

“He’s not a kid,” she said defensively. It was always a sore subject with her. She was always very clear that she didn’t fuck with minors, even if some of them were only barely legal.

“Oh yes, sure. He’s a man,” Yunho said in a mocking tone. “My mistake.”

“Have fun with your pregnant child bride,” she threw back at him as he closed the door behind him.

He took a deep, steadying breath before opening the door to the guest bedroom. Yeosang looked up at him, shocked at the sudden intrusion. She’d been changing and she held her shirt up to her chest, hiding her bra in alarm.

“You don’t have to do that for me,” Yunho said, closing and locking the door behind him realizing that Seonghwa had left the door unlocked intentionally so he would walk in on them. That crafty bitch. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, hm?”

“Sorry. You startled me,” Yeosang dropped her hands, putting her shirt down. Yunho sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. Yeosang sat on it, twitching when she felt his huge erection pressing against her ass. He reached his hands around and palmed her tits through her bra as she relaxed back into him.

“I hope my wife made you feel welcome here,” he said, kissing up the side of her neck.

“She.. she did,” Yeosang answered, tilting her head to give him better access to her throat. “She’d very nice.”

“What did the two of you talk about?” he asked, wondering what lie she could come up with while compromised.

“Um…” she trembled as his lips pressed against her pulse point and closed her eyes. “She just wanted to know how I’m doing. With the baby and everything.”

“How considerate,” Yunho nipped his teeth against her sensitive skin when he had a realization. She didn’t have to go to work. He could leave as many marks on her body as he wanted and they wouldn’t have to hide them. He suctioned his lips over her pulse point again and sucked. Yeosang made a little noise and grabbed his head. Not hard, just putting a steadying hand in his hair.

He moved one hand from her chest to reach between her legs, happy to find she was already wet. It never took much. She would start dripping from just a look. He puller her panties to the side and easily pressed two of his fingers inside of her. “So open already,” he teased, pumping his fingers in and out. “Were you fingering yourself in here while you were waiting for me?”

Yeosang’s eyes went wide and she flushed red. She covered her face even as she squeezed around his fingers. “Y-yes,” she stuttered out in an adorably obvious lie. He made the decision right then to never bring up what he knew. This was just too cute to tease her about.

“Since you’re already so ready for me,” he said, kissing the bruise he’d left on her neck and pulling his fingers out. “Why don’t you bounce on Daddy’s dick, hm?”

She shakily nodded, getting her legs under her and lifting up enough for him to pull his sweats down below his balls and hold his long, hard dick up for her. “Look,” he said before she could lower herself onto him. “Look at yourself, baby girl.”

She looked up in surprise to notice that they could see their reflection in the vanity mirror pointed right at the bed. They both watched her face contort with focus as she struggled to take him all the way inside her. She’d had a long day and her legs were weak and her pussy was open, but not as open as it would be if he had just prepped her. She kept sliding down faster than she was comfortable and gasping as she was stretched unexpectedly.

Yunho watched the show with his hands laying uselessly on the bed. He could help her, but this was just too good. He felt himself throb inside her as she accidently sat flush on his lap with a startled squeak. He gave her a moment to adjust, as he squeezed the extra meat on her thighs, rubbed her full belly, teased her swollen tits. He left more marks around her neck, marking his territory. He’d put a baby in this one. She was his. Hongjoong had better not get any fucking ideas or he was getting thrown out, his wife be damned.

Just the thought of it was getting him worked up. He grabbed her hips and started bouncing her on his cock. “I know you’re a slut,” he whispered in her ear, his voice dark and possessive. “But I’d better not see you spreading your whore legs for that poor excuse of an alpha my wife settles for. He couldn’t satisfy you anyway.”

“I won’t,” Yeosang promised, panting hard as he fucked up into her while struggling to maintain her balance.

Yunho watched her face closely in the mirror to make sure she was telling the truth. She seemed to be. He thrust up hard into her and she fully lost her balance, nearly tumbling forward. He caught her easily, instead bending her over the vanity and pushing back inside.

“Keep watching yourself, baby girl,” Yunho cooed. “I want you to see how cute you look when you cum.”

He reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit as he angled his thrusts in a way that he knew would have her falling apart in seconds. Her eyes went wide as her mouth fell open in a breathless gasp. Her pussy started tightening and pulsing around him until she finally peaked. He watched her be mesmerized by her own reflection as she came on his cock. “Isn’t that cute?” Yunho teased, watching her eyes cross slightly and her eyelids flutter. “We should put a camera in here so we can both watch it together. Wouldn’t that be nice?” He picked up the pace of his thrusts, driven by the thought of having documentation of Yeosang as she got more and more pregnant. That should tide him over until he’s able to knock her up again.

“I- I guess,” Yeosang panted as the sounds of wet slapping filled the room.

“I can put you in cute little outfits too,” Yunho said, fully engrossed in his fantasy. “You and my wife can go shopping together for them. It’ll be nice for the two of you to bond, right? Then you can come home and show them to me.” He was absolutely pounding her now. He thought about Yeosang and Seonghwa tangled together, both of their legs spread for him to take what he pleased, smiling for the camera.

Yeosang gave a little gasp as his knot popped without warning. He watched her face twitch as he stretched her out and dumped what felt like a week’s worth of cum as deep into her as he could get.

“Fuck. I’m so glad you’re here,” he sighed, enjoying the endorphin rush to the fullest as he ground his knot inside of her, letting it tug at her rim before pushing it back in so the tip of his cock rubbed against her cervix.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Yeosang said in her sweet little voice.

Yunho pulled her up so her back was flush with his chest and kissed her deeply. “There is nothing I would rather do than take care of you,” he said against her lips.

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Yeosang couldn’t sleep. It felt odd to have Yunho sleeping under the same roof but not holding her. She missed his arms around her. She missed listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling his breath against her hair.

She was stuck in the space between make believe and reality. Yunho wasn’t really hers. He wasn’t her boyfriend or partner or knight in shining armor. He was someone else’s husband. And she was the other woman. She was glad, at least, that Seonghwa didn’t hate her for it. She squeezed her thighs together as she remembered how she’d greeted her before dinner. Maybe they could all get along. Maybe that was wishful thinking.

She tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. She thought about going to Seonghwa and Yunho’s room and asking if she could sleep with them. She wanted to be pressed between both of them so badly. Then she could sleep. She knew it. Or maybe that was a really stupid idea. She was more than friendly with both of them separately, but together? She wished she could ask someone for advice, but she didn’t exactly know anyone who was in the same kind of situation. She sat up in bed. Yes. Yes she did.

She pulled a robe over her pajamas, unable to tie it closed anymore over her bump and silently padded out into the hall. Hongjoong was curled up on the couch with a blanket over him, but the light of his phone screen was illuminating his face. He looked up from his phone as she approached.

“Uh, hi,” he said quietly. “Are you ok? Do you need something?”

“I’m fine,” Yeosang responded, awkwardly looking around his sleeping space. “I feel bad you have to be out here.”

“It beats being home,” Hongjoong shrugged. “You want to sit?” he patted the couch next to himself and sat up.

“Thank you,” Yeosang settled next to him, taking the blanket Hongjoong offered her and draping it over her lap. “I see you can’t sleep either.”

“I guess not,” Hongjoong sighed. “But I usually go to bed pretty late anyway. I only get to sleep before midnight when Mrs. Park wears me out,” he awkwardly chuckled. “Sorry. Was that too weird?”

“No, no,” Yeosang shook her head. “I mean, we’re both in kind of a weird situation.”

“You’re telling me,” Hongjoong leaned his head back on the couch. He tilted his head to the side to eye up her belly. “Is that really Mr. Jeong’s kid?”

“It is,” she said, her face flushing as she rubbed her bump. “I’ve never been with anyone else so it’s definitely his.”

“Yeah, I’ve only ever been with Mrs. Park,” Hongjoong chuckled. “But that’s ok with me. I feel like she’s ruined sex with anyone else. It must only be downhill from here.”

“She certainly is talented,” Yeosang agreed.

“Wait,” Hongjoong suddenly looked at her with a very intense expression. Yeosang put a hand over her mouth, realizing what she’d just admitted to. “Do the two of you…”

“We… have,” Yeosang said, her face flushing deep crimson.

“That’s so hot,” Hongjoong’s eyes went wide. “You think it would be ok if I watched? I’ll be quiet. I just want to see.”

“Oh, uh,” Yeosang looked at everything except for him. “Yunho doesn’t even know we’ve done it, so I think maybe not now.”

“Oh shit,” Hongjoong whispered. “He scares the shit out of me. You’re really with him? What’s he like?”

“He’s so sweet,” Yeosang’s whole face lit up as she talked about him. “He’s generous and funny and considerate and so gentle. He’ll hold me when I’m hormonal and crying and understand all my mood swings. He always makes sure I’m eating and that the people around me are treating me right. I’ve never had anyone care about me the way he does. Not remotely.”

“You sound like you’re in love with him,” Hongjoong observed.

“You can’t tell them,” Yeosang covered her face with her hands.

“My lips are sealed,” Hongjoong promised. “And hey, I’m in love with Seonghwa. So I understand.”

“I guess we’re both in the same boat,” Yeosang gave him a little smile.

“Sailing right off a cliff,” Hongjoong snorted.

“Maybe we can find a way to have everyone get along,” Yeosang said hopefully.

“Yunho hates me,” Hongjoong shook his head. “Like really really hates me.”

“Maybe I can talk to him,” Yeosang fiddled with the blanket in her lap. “He’s being kind of ridiculous.”

“I mean, I am fucking his wife,” Hongjoong chuckled.

Yeosang gestured to her pregnant belly and raised her eyebrows. “He doesn’t get to be bothered by cheating.”

“Oh he is anyway,” Hongjoong shook his head. “At least he doesn’t see me as a threat. More just… annoying and in the way.”

“Well, I hope he warms up to you,” Yeosang rubbed his leg comfortingly. “We’re all going to be under one roof this summer. We can find a way to make this work,” she said optimistically.

“I’m not going to start a fight, that’s for sure,” Hongjoong raised his hands. “The rest is up to him. I’m just happy to be here.”

“Good. Me too,” Yeosang nodded decisively. She looked warily at the dark hallway that lead to the master bedroom. “Do you think they’d let me sleep with them?” she asked, deeply embarrassed.

“Maybe,” Hongjoong said unhelpfully. “They’ll also probably be weird about it.”

Yeosang looked at her own bedroom door and thought about tossing and turning for the next few hours until dawn and made up her mind. “I’m just going to ask,” she said, steeling her nerves.

“Good luck,” Hongjoong gave her a thumbs up as she got to her feet.

She quietly knocked on the master bedroom door and waited with held breath to hear any kind of response. There wasn’t one.

She cracked the door open, the dim light of the hallway illuminating the couple. They were fast asleep, Yunho spooning Seonghwa from behind the way he always did with her. She almost lost her nerve and turned around when Seonghwa stirred, opening her eyes. “Yeosang?” she mumbled. “Are you ok, baby?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” she mumbled, staring at her feet as she dug her toes into the carpet.

“Oh you poor thing,” Seonghwa pulled the blankets back, waking Yunho up. Yeosang blushed when she realized neither of them were wearing any clothes. “Come sleep between us.”

“Is it really ok?” she asked in a tiny voice.

“Come here, baby girl,” Yunho said, holding an arm out and scooting back to make room for her.

Yeosang unsteadily climbed into the bed and curled into the warm spot they left. Seonghwa rolled over and nuzzled their noses together as Yunho spooned her from behind. It was exactly what she’d wanted. Well, almost. She felt strange being the only one wearing something and the fabric felt hot and like it was getting in the way.

“Would it be ok…” Yeosang licked her lips nervously. “If I took my pajamas off too?”

Seonghwa and Yunho shared a look over her head and then both of their hands were on her, helping her out of her sleeping clothes. “Let’s get you as comfortable as possible,” Seonghwa said sweetly. “Sleep is so important at this stage.”

The skin on skin contact between the three of them was heavenly. She sighed deeply as she melted into the mattress and was asleep in seconds.

She woke up from her deep sleep feeling fingers sliding in and out of her. She moaned softly, spreading her legs more, still only barely aware. She loved waking up to this. It was her favorite way to start the day.

“What a good girl,” Seonghwa cooed at her, pumping her fingers in her already slick and sloppy pussy.

Yeosang gave a sleepy little smile and blinked her bleary eyes open to look at her. She felt Yunho shift behind her, his cock pressing hard against the small of her back. And then her brain caught up with her. “Wait. Are you… are we?” she couldn’t figure out the words in her drowsy state.

“My husband gets grumpy if he doesn’t have a warm hole to fuck in the morning,” Seonghwa said with a sigh. “Do you mind if he uses yours?”

“Yes. I mean no. I mean,” Yeosang stuttered over her words as Seonghwa’s fingers pet over her g spot. “Yes. He can use it.”

“Go on, honey,” Seonghwa pulled her fingers out and spread Yeosang’s pussy lips for her husband. “Get your dick nice and wet.”

Yeosang’s mouth fell into an o as she felt him push into her from behind. Seonghwa smiled and cupped her face, watching her intently. “Does that feel good?”

Yeosang just nodded, her mouth still hanging open as he lazily ground his huge cock into her pussy.

“How about you, babe. How’s her pussy?” Seonghwa talked over her.

“It’s so fucking tight,” Yunho strained out, soft moans escaping with every breath. “Why are you tensing, baby?”

Yeosang chewed her lip. “I have to pee,” she admitted shyly. She hadn’t said anything before because she didn’t want to interrupt what had started when she was sleeping and she was a little afraid that if she got out of bed, Yunho would fuck Seonghwa and not her. But now with the extra pressure of both the baby and Yunho’s cock pressing on her full bladder, it was impossible to ignore.

“Can you hold it for just a little bit?” Seonghwa asked, her voice sounding so reasonable.

“I… I can try,” Yeosang promised, trying to press her legs together to curb the pressure.

“No, no, baby,” Seonghwa chided her. “If you want to take over my wifely duties so badly, you have to keep your legs spread. Here. Let me help you.” She picked up one of her legs and lifted it up making Yeosang cry out in panic as the sudden change in position almost made her lose it.

She pressed both hands between her legs, trying to keep control as Yunho continued to slide in and out like this wasn’t happening. She squirmed and whined and tensed as she desperately tried to hold it.

“You’re so cute,” Seonghwa chuckled, kissing her panting mouth. She pressed her lips against her ear and whispered. “You love this, don’t you?”

Yeosang screwed her eyes shut, but nodded. Yunho still saw her as a fragile, innocent thing despite all of the things she’d done with him. Seonghwa, on the other hand, recognized the deep, shameful freak that couldn’t help but emerge when around her.

“I really am going to pee,” Yeosang squealed, trying to force her legs closed as Yunho picked up his pace, jabbing against her bladder with more force.

“Just hold still a little longer while he uses you to get off,” Seonghwa softly chided her. “You can pee after he knots you.” Yeosang knew she was being mean to her and she should be upset about that. But she wanted her to go farther. She deserved for Yunho’s wife to bully her while her husband fucked her in front of her. And it felt good to get what she deserved.

“I can’t hold it,” she gasped, pulling out of both of their grasp.

“I’ve got you,” Yunho said, picking her up and carrying her to the master bathroom. He set her feet on the ground in front of the toilet, opening the lid and putting the seat up. Yeosang flushed hot as she braced herself on the wall. “You can go now,” Yunho said, nudging her legs a little further apart before pushing back in and continuing where he left off. “What’s the matter?” he asked, holding her hips tightly and rocking into her. “I thought you really had to go.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she said, her eyes filling up with tears.

“It’s ok, baby girl,” Yunho soothed her, petting her sides. “You can let it go. Daddy’s got you.”

Yeosang cried out. She tensed hard, feeling everything so much more intensely as the pressure in her lower half increased until it finally burst. As one particularly rough jab forced it out of her, Her stream spurted out with every thrust as she sniffled pathetically with her head down, cumming in wave after wave as her piss splashed down into the toilet.

“Gooood girl,” Yunho groaned out, grinding in as deep as he could go. “Fuck that feels good for me too. Did you like that? You feel better now?”

Yeosang nodded dumbly. Her mouth was hanging slack as Yunho knot formed just inside her. She could confront how good that felt later.

“Just a little more,” Yunho grunted until his knot fully popped. Yeosang rested her head on her arm and rubbed her stomach as Yunho dumped his morning load into her. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a piss kink?” he chuckled, his thick sperm still filling her up.

“I didn’t know you could even have one,” Yeosang mumbled truthfully.

“I have one too,” Yunho kissed the back of her sweaty neck. “And standing here in front of the toilet is really making me want to piss.”

“Oh? Oh,” Yeosang caught up half a second too late.

“Do you mind?” Yunho asked.

“No. You can,” Yeosang said, ever agreeable. And she really did want to know what it felt like. She gasped when she felt his hot stream fill her up, plugged in by his knot. Her hand flew between her legs, her fingers brushing against her stretched rim and the base of his knot. It was strange. It was a lot. And she was so turned on.

“You like that?” Yunho teased, feeling her squeeze around him.

“Is it weird that I do?” Yeosang admitted in a quiet voice.

“Not at all,” Yunho kissed her cheek. “Your little pussy just wants to be full. It doesn’t matter with what.”

Yeosang nodded. It was true after all. He waddled her over to the shower and started the warm water running over them. They got themselves as clean as they could with Yunho’s knot still tying them together. The movement and warmth of the shower was preventing his knot from going down quickly. But Yeosang didn’t mind. She relished the extra alone time with him. He took some body wash and used his slick fingers to rub against her clit as he whispered filth into her ear.

She cried out and came again on his knot, overwhelmed with endorphins as the hot water washed away their shame. “I don’t care that you fuck my wife,” Yunho finally said as soon as she came down. “Just don’t let her corrupt my sweet little angel, ok?”

Yeosang cringed as Yunho’s knot finally released and all kinds of fluids spilled out of her onto the shower floor. “Are you sure?” she asked as he helped her clean between her sore legs.

“If you’re going to be staying around, I need you two to bond more because she’s not going anywhere either. And if she can’t spend any amount of time with someone without fucking them.”

“Oh. Ok,” Yeosang felt a weight lift from her shoulders. They left the steaming bathroom to find Seonghwa splayed out on the bed, holding Hongjoong’s head firmly against her core as he made loud slurping noises. Yeosang stopped in her tracks, looking up at Yunho. He looked less than thrilled.

They both just stood and watched as Seonghwa’s moans got higher and shriller before her back arced off the bed, her eyes rolling back as she ground her pussy against Hongjoong’s face. Yeosang felt her cheeks grow hot as she looked at the gorgeous woman’s body contort in pleasure. She wanted to touch too. She wanted to make her do that. She wanted to know how she tasted.

Seonghwa panted hard and finally opened her eyes, her head lolling to the side to look at them. “You don’t have to exaggerate for my sake,” Yunho shook his head, nonchalantly grabbing some clothes from the dresser. Yeosang suddenly felt very naked as Hongjoong came up for air, his face covered in slick and noticed her standing there. His shocked eyes shamelessly ogled her heavy tits and swollen body.

She quickly found her pajamas still on the floor and put them on as fast as she could. “I wasn’t exaggerating,” Seonghwa smirked, spreading her legs further to show her husband her dripping, puffy pussy. “Want to come check?”

Yunho took two strides over to the bed and shoved three of his fingers inside of her making her eyes flutter shut. He stroked her walls, watching her face like a hawk. “That’s not impressive,” he said. “Your whore pussy will cum from a light breeze.”

“Your jealousy isn’t as attractive as you think it is,” Seonghwa said, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away from her. “You started this. Be a man and take it.”

Yunho recoiled as his pride was wounded in front of the other two. Yeosang averted her eyes, not sure what she should be doing.

“Now. I’m going to take Yeosang shopping today. By the time we get home, I want you two to have your shit figured out. Got it?” She said, her voice leaving no room to argue.

“Fine,” Yunho huffed, letting her get off the bed.

“Good. Come here, puppy. You need a bath,” Seonghwa patted her thigh and Hongjoong scrambled off the bed to follow her into the bathroom.

Yunho just stared at the door as it closed, clearly trying to get ahold of himself. “I’m… going to go get ready,” Yeosang said, quickly leaving the tense room.

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Yeosang fidgeted with her napkin as she sat across from Seonghwa at her favorite brunch spot. She knew what she had to bring up, but just couldn’t find the words that didn’t make her sound like a bad person in her head.

“Is something the matter, dear?” Seonghwa asked, taking a sip of her mimosa.

“I… wanted to ask you something,” Yeosang avoided eye contact.

“Ok,” Seonghwa said slowly, putting her glass down and giving her full attention. “Do I need to get my husband in line?”

“Oh, no,” Yeosang shook her head. “Nothing like that… actually,” she took a deep breath and looked up at her. “San and Wooyoung are really excited about this baby.”

“Yes, I’ve heard,” Seonghwa tilted her head, trying to see what she was getting at.

“And they’ve asked if the possibility of siblings was on the table. They… don’t really know our… situation and, I mean, it’s good to know the child’s family history with known parents on both sides and to have the kids biologically related would be ideal and…”

“So you’re asking my permission to have more children with my husband,” Seonghwa said, her face less than amused. “I assume you’ve already brought this up with him.”

“I… have,” Yeosang chewed her lip.

“And he was enthusiastically in support I imagine,” Seonghwa frowned.

“He was,” Yeosang wanted to call the whole thing off and run away, so intimidated by the look on the other woman’s face.

Seonghwa sighed deeply and took another sip of her drink, unconsciously clinking her wedding ring against the glass. “And am I going to have to be paying child support for all of these bastards?”

“No, no,” Yeosang shook her head profusely. “They’d be going to a good home.”

Seonghwa put her glass on the table and looked her over. “Fine,” she said, her demeanor suddenly relaxed now that she knew her money wasn’t on the line. “Who am I to stand in the way of a lovely family?”

“Really?” Yeosang look up at her with hope in her eyes, her heart fluttering in her chest.

“But is that what you want,” Seonghwa raised her eyebrows.

“Well… yes,” Yeosang said simply.

“And what will you do when my husband decides he’s bored of you and moves on?” Seonghwa asked, her brutal honesty feeling like a punch in the gut. “What will you do when you discover three other girls he’s been fucking behind your back? What if you’ve committed your body to him and he throws it away? What if San and Wooyoung back out of their adoption promise and you’re stuck with his child? This one time was unintentional on your part. You can move on from this and live your life. If you choose to continue down this road I guarantee you will be disappointed.”

Yeosang sat with her words, feeling the truth of them sink into her. She imagined herself in that scenario. It didn’t matter how good she was for him or how many times she let him knock her up, it would never be enough to keep him. She took a deep breath. “Is it wrong that I don’t care?” she asked. “I know who he is and I like what we have,” Yeosang said simply.

Seonghwa smiled and took her hand across the table. “What about your future, baby? Wouldn’t it be better to find a nice, reliable person and build some kind of life with them?”

“Do you want me to leave?” Yeosang asked, wanting the honest answer.

“No,” Seonghwa said. “I would personally much prefer you stay. I just hate to see such a promising young girl squander her potential for a man.”

“I’m not,” Yeosang said confidently. “I know what I’m doing and I don’t want this to end.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” Seonghwa crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair. “I’m not one to judge how a woman lives her life.”

Yeosang jumped up from her seat and gave Seonghwa the biggest hug, a bright smile shining on her face. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Precious,” Seonghwa smiled back. “Now lets go buy you something pretty, hm?”

“This is a specialty boutique,” Seonghwa explained as she led her through the mall to a store near the back. “They do excellent work. Most of my favorite pieces have come from here. Normal stores don’t carry my size.”

“Oh,” Yeosang looked around the lingerie shop with wide eyes as they stepped inside. They were welcomed in by a friendly clerk who clearly knew Seonghwa well. He showed them to the maternity section and Seonghwa started pulling pieces off the rack without Yeosang even being able to see them first. She was overwhelmed by the choices and was instantly confused by the different sizing charts. She simply followed Seonghwa around, trusting her expertise until she was ushered into the changing room.

She felt a little self-conscious having Seonghwa strip her down with just a curtain separating them from the public, but was grateful to have her there to moment the first set was in her hands. She had no idea how to get that on her body.

Seonghwa worked her magic getting the hooks and straps exactly where they were supposed to go until she was turned around to look in the mirror. “Well, look at you,” Seonghwa stood behind her and cupped her lifted breasts in her hands. “I could just eat you up. Just look at your cute little titties all filled out.”

Yeosang looked at herself in awe. She’d never worn anything particularly sexy before and she couldn’t believe her eyes. She was hot. Really hot. Every single set Seonghwa had her try on left her speechless, turning this way and that in front of the mirror.

“Now this is going to drive him wild,” Seonghwa handed her the last one in the pile. Yeosang was shocked at Seonghwa undressed herself as well and tried on a matching set. They stood side by side in the mirror. It was strange. Yeosang stood next to the sexiest woman she’d ever seen and she didn’t feel inferior to her at all. Where the straps and garters and stockings accentuated Seonghwa’s hourglass figure and round ass, they showed off Yeosang’s swollen belly and thick thighs. The bras were see through, framing their tits and nipples perfectly and the stockings hugged their thighs deliciously. The icing on the cake was the lacy, crotchless panties that Seonghwa made sure to pull to either side of her labia to show it off. “His birthday is coming up,” Seonghwa smirked, looking at the two of them.

Yeosang shivered at the thought of spreading her legs next to Seonghwa as a gift, presented to Yunho to enjoy. She quickly removed the panties before she could ruin them. Seonghwa gave her a knowing smirk before packing up their purchases.

“Such beautiful pieces for such lovely ladies,” the clerk flirted as Seonghwa put down her husband’s credit card. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Could be you if you play your cards right,” Seonghwa flirted back, leaning seductively against the counter.

“And what kind of cards would I need to do that?” the clerk handed them their purchases.

“Credit or debit,” Seonghwa joked with a wink.

Yeosang felt a bit like a third wheel on their conversation and suddenly realized how much the coffee she’d had at brunch was hitting her. She crossed her legs, hoping this back and forth would end quickly, but neither of them seemed to be showing any signs of stopping. She tugged on Seonghwa’s sleeve, not wanting to interrupt but needing her attention. “I have to use the restroom,” she said quietly.

“Do you need me to walk you there?” Seonghwa asked, giving her full attention.

“Oh no it’s ok,” Yeosang shook her head. “I’ll meet you back here.”

Yeosang dashed out of the boutique, her bladder now very insistent she find a bathroom right that instant. She looked wildly around for any signs that would indicate where one would be in the large mall as she blindly rushed until she smacked head first into a sturdy body sending both her and her bags tumbling to the floor.

“Are you ok?” a young man knelt next to her, his face a mask of shock. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you.”

“No. I’m sorry I was looking for a bathroom and rushing. I…” Yeosang stopped talking with a horrifying realization. The shock of falling had made her pee herself. She wanted to curl up in a ball and cry she was so mortifyingly embarrassed. “Oh my god,” she whined, covering her face.

“This is my fault,” the stranger said gently, gathering her scattered underwear and packing it back in her shopping bag without looking twice at it. “Here. Let me get you to a bathroom.”

He helped her to her feet and took his jacket off, wrapping it around her waist to hide the wet spot. He walked her to the nearest unisex bathroom and helped her inside. “I’m Jongho by the way,” he introduced himself with a shy smile.

“Yeosang,” she said, stripping her wet pants off before she could even think, suddenly realizing how weird this was. “Um… sorry. I…”

“I can leave or turn around or…” Jongho realized at the same time.

“No. It’s ok,” Yeosang had no shame anymore.

“I don’t want to upset your husband or anything,” Jongho blushed.

“Oh I’m not married,” Yeosang chuckled nervously as she washed her pants in the bathroom sink. She noticed Jongho’s eyes flit to her stomach, but he was too polite to ask. “I’m a surrogate,” she explained.

“Oh,” Jongho seemed to deflate in relief that he wasn’t alone in a bathroom with someone else’s pregnant girlfriend in her underwear. “How does that work exactly?”

“Well, there’s a known donor…” Yeosang tried to explain delicately. “But the baby isn’t mine. I’m just carrying it for some friends. Probably more in the future too.”

“Oh wow,” Jongho’s eyes went wide. “You’re an amazing person to do that for someone else.”

Yeosang blushed all the way down her neck. “I’m really not,” feeling bad about leaving out the key details that made her very much not an amazing person. “They really wanted a kid and I don’t mind being pregnant.”

“Well, you’re braver than me, that’s for sure,” Jongho didn’t let her deflect the compliment. “Do you live around here?”

“Kind of. I’m staying with… friends during the last couple months,” she rubbed her belly as the baby kicked her right in the kidney. “I’m a flight attendant, so I had to take some leave from work.”

“That’s so cool,” Jongho smiled and Yeosang’s heart flipped. He had the sweetest smile. His hand brushed hers in the sink and she felt an electric energy transfer between them. “I work in a warehouse moving boxes around, but you get to see the world. That’s amazing.”

“It is pretty cool,” Yeosang smiled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “But you must be pretty strong if you’re lifting boxes all day.”

“Oh I am,” Jongho pulled his sleeve back and flexed for her with a nervous giggle that Yeosang matched. “You ever need anything moved, I’m your guy.”

“I’ll remember that,” Yeosang nudged him with her shoulder. They held her pants under the hand dryer, hoping to at least get them from wet to damp. Yeosang didn’t want to ruin the nice leather seats in Seonghwa’s car.

She got her pants back on and looked nervously at Jongho. “Hey, um, I feel really bad for running into you. I mean knocking down a nice pregnant lady is like the worst thing I’ve ever done,” Jongho chuckled anxiously. “I’d like to make it up to you sometime. Like maybe with a coffee?” He held out a note with his phone number on it.

“Oh,” Yeosang looked at it, reality weighing on her. “You… you wouldn’t want me,” she admitted softly. He was such a sweet guy and she was already… ruined. Maybe if she’d bumped into him seven months ago things would have been different.

“I’d like the chance to decide that for myself,” Jongho put the note in her hands. He tied his jacket back around her still damp waist to hide the spot and winked. “You can give that back to me later.”

“Oh, ok,” Yeosang didn’t know what else to say. “Thank you.”

Yeosang caught up with Seonghwa in the boutique, half expecting to find her bent over the counter or at least kneeling behind it. But she was still flirtatiously chatting with the clerk. “Are you ok? You were gone for a while,” Seonghwa looked her up and down, clocking the jacket around her waist.

“Can I explain in the car?” Yeosang blushed deeply.

“Of course, dear,” Seonghwa took her hand. “Let’s go home.”

Yeosang explained a very abbreviated version of what had happened. She’d bumped into someone in her rush and he offered his jacket to hide her accident. She fingered the note with the phone number hidden in her pocket. She should throw it away. It would only further complicate her already very complicated situation. And she did. After she’d discreetly put the contact in her phone.

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“So,” Yunho sat heavily on the couch and gestured to the armchair in front of him for Hongjoong to sit down. The younger man took a seat gingerly as if he was triggering some sort of trap. “Hwa says we should talk.”

“Ok,” Hongjoong swallowed hard.

Yunho sighed heavily and looked him over, trying to see what his wife saw in him. He liked girls who were younger and inexperienced, sure, but that was because they were innocent. He had dirty, filthy experienced sex at home. Hongjoong was anything but innocent. The kid had a filthy mind that even rivaled his own at his age. He wondered how far she had pushed that. He wondered how far he could push that. He shook his head. He didn’t have his thoughts nearly enough in order to have this minefield of a conversation.

“Let’s not and say we did,” Yunho said, getting up.

“Deal,” Hongjoong stood up just as quickly.

“I’m going out for a bit. Try not to hump the furniture,” Yunho grabbed his stache of cigarettes from the little cabinet above the fridge they never used only to find one more box than he’d remembered leaving there. They had both committed to quit smoking years ago and just like in all things, they had been cheating behind each other’s backs. Smoking just tasted sweeter when he knew he wasn’t supposed to be doing it.

He stepped out behind his detached garage and patted his pockets, swearing under his breath when he realized he’d forgotten his lighter. He was about to go back in when he made shocked eye contact with the neighbor’s kid who was out behind his own garage smoking his own cigarette.

“H-hi Mr. Jeong,” Mingi stuttered. He fidgeted in the awkward silence as Yunho stared at him. “Please don’t tell my parents.”

Yunho smiled. “I won’t. As long as you don’t tell my wife,” he holds up his own pack. “And give me a light.”

“Oh, sure,” Mingi flashed his blindingly bright smile at him and rushed over. Yunho was shocked as he came face to face with him to realize the kid was almost exactly his height now. He must have hit a huge growth since the last time they were in close proximity given how he bounded over like a baby deer just learning how to use his long legs.

“How long have you been this tall?” Yunho asked, holding the cigarette between his lips as Mingi lit it for him.

“I don’t know. Since high school,” Mingi giggled, full of excited energy. “I might even outgrow you one day.”

“Keep dreaming kid,” Yunho ruffled his hair making him giggle even more. Yunho gave an endeared smile. Mingi was the only young man who ever acted just as excited to see him as he was his wife. Wait.

“You graduate college yet?” Yunho blew the smoke away from Mingi’s glowing face.

“I still have one year,” Mingi shrugged, clearly trying to look casual. It was cute how bad he was at it.

“And then what?” Yunho asked, making conversation.

“I don’t know. I’ll probably stay in the area. There’s some cheap apartments close by I’m planning to move into,” Mingi happily explained. “They’re just a short bike ride away from here and I can still work my part time job while I look for something in my field.”

“Wanting to stick close to your parents?” Yunho asked, flicking the ashes into the dirt beneath him.

“Y-yeah,” Mingi gave himself away, blushing furiously.

“Oh, by the way,” Yunho said in a casual voice. “You left your boxers behind in my bedroom last time you were over.”

Mingi’s eyes went wide in panic, all of the color immediately draining from his face. Bingo. He, of course, hadn’t left anything behind and Yunho would have no way of knowing who’s dirty boxers were left on his floor when he got home, but Mingi’s reaction told him everything he needed to know.

“How long have you been fucking my wife, Mingi,” Yunho asked, his voice level and calm as he blew smoke directly into his face.

Mingi blinked hard and coughed. He licked his lips nervously. He had nice lips. Yunho patiently waited for him to respond. “Two years,” he finally admitted, looking like he was about to cry.

“Two years,” Yunho took a long drag of his cigarette. He watched the young man squirm in discomfort under his gaze with amusement. “Was she your first?”

“No,” Mingi shook his head profusely. “My high school boyfriend was.”

“I wonder how your parents would react if they were to know you’ve been fucking your neighbor’s wife for two years,” Yunho drawled, twisting the knife in the poor kid’s chest. “And smoking behind the garage,” he smirked.

“Please don’t tell them,” Mingi fell to his knees in front of him, clasping his hands together. “I’ll do anything. They’ll stop paying for my school. They’ll kick me out. Please.”

“Anything, huh?” Yunho grinned, looking down at him. He put a hand on his head and stroked his hair.

“Anything,” Mingi said, his eyes locked squarely on the growing bulge in Yunho’s pants.

Yunho gently ran his fingers though his hair, considering. He couldn’t deny he was getting off on the power dynamics here. He wasn’t gay, but a mouth is a mouth. And Mingi had such a pretty one.

Yunho held his cigarette between his teeth as he undid his belt and pulled his half hard cock out. Mingi’s eyes bulged at the sight of it. Yunho tapped the head of it on his lips, blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth. “Get to it, then.”

Mingi didn’t hesitate to suck his cock into his mouth. He was sloppy, but enthusiastic, slurping and drooling and licking all over it. Yunho closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the wall of the garage, enjoying the warm summer breeze that blew by. He kept one hand on Mingi’s head as he struggled to accommodate his full length as he filled out and smoked with his other one. “This is the life,” he thought to himself as he nudged the back of his throat with his cock, making him gag. Mingi looked up at him with big, teary eyes that made something stir deep in Yunho’s gut.

“Just keep your lips nice and tight around it,” Yunho instructed. “That’s it. Just like that. Now relax your throat. Good boy. Deep breaths through your nose.” He slowly rolled his hips, shallowly fucking his mouth until he nudged his throat again. This time Mingi didn’t gag. “Oh? You have experience sucking cock? Did you let your boyfriend fuck your throat too?”

Mingi nodded, his eyes relaxing and unfocusing the more Yunho used him. Oh he could absolutely get used to this. Yunho slowly worked himself deeper and deeper until he had Mingi’s nose pressed against his pelvis, his cock all the way down his throat.

“You’re almost as good as my wife,” Yunho taunted. “Does she do this for you?”

Mingi looked up at him with wet, guilty eyes and nodded again, sucking him harder as if to make up for what he’d done.

“And what the fuck did you do to earn her skills?” Yunho scoffed, shaking his head.

Mingi pulled off of dick, trying to catch his breath. “I… well…”

“Don’t answer that,” Yunho pushed his face back down, shutting him up. Mingi kept his eyes locked on his face as he gave the best blowjob he could manage. Yunho felt a familiar tug in his lower stomach and he decided to see what Mingi would do with it. “You going to take my knot, Mingi?” he taunted, keeping his hands to himself. “You going to show me how much of a man you are now?”

He was pretty sure he was going to do it anyway, but that seemed to solidify it. Mingi took a deep breath and pushed himself all the way down, his spasming throat massaging the head of Yunho’s cock just right. Yunho let out a low, gruff groan as he felt his knot fill Mingi’s willing mouth. He felt his cum drain down the young man’s throat with deep satisfaction as he finished his cigarette.

“That was really good, sport,” Yunho ruffled Mingi’s hair as he was stuck with his knot behind his teeth for the time being. He flicked the butt into the dirt and took a deep breath of warm summer air. “I’m glad you’ll be sticking around the area after college,” he winked.

Mingi’s eyes crinkled with happiness even with his mouth full to the brim. He palmed himself through his pants, moaning around his softening length. Yunho softly pressed his shoe down over his hand, creating more pressure. Mingi whined loudly, probably too loudly for them being outside. Something seemed to snap within him as he grabbed Yunho’s thighs for support and humped up against his shoe like a rutting dog. His eyes watered as he moaned up at Yunho, his drool dripping down his chin.

Yunho watched in awe as he came in his pants, his eyes crossing and rolling up as he jerkily thrust against the bottom of his shoe. “Good boy,” Yunho cooed at him as he pulled his drool slick cock from between his lips that were reluctant to give it up. “That was really cute.”

Mingi’s face was burning red as post nut clarity hit him. He covered his face with his hands. “Sorry I’m so weird,” he mumbled.

“Oh Mingi,” Yunho tucked himself back in his pants and knelt down next to him. “You’re not weird. It’s just people your age haven’t had enough experience to branch out into the things they actually like. But you’ve smart. You’re seeking out experiences with people who can give you what you want, aren’t you?”

Mingi tearily nodded at him before lunging into a hug. Yunho chuckled and hugged him back. “Thank you, Mr. Jeong,” Mingi said.

“Call me Yunho,” he responded, patting him on the back. “I think we’ve reached that point.”

Mingi hugged him harder before pulling back, wiping his wet face with his shirt. “I’ll see you around?” he asked hopefully.

“I’ll see you around, Mingi,” Yunho smiled at him.

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“Put your clothes in the wash and I’ll take care of them,” Seonghwa said, kissing Yeosang on the temple as she walked her inside.

“Thank you so much,” Yeosang said, trying to put as much of her gratitude in her words as she could.

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me somehow,” Seonghwa gave her a cheeky wink as they walked into the living room.

“Where did you get that?” Yunho’s voice rung through the room making Yeosang stop dead in her tracks. She clutched the jacket that was still tied around her waist. The jacket that still smelled like Jongho. What was she supposed to say?

“Calm down,” Seonghwa rolled her eyes, continuing to usher her along. “She had an accident and I found that in the lost and found to cover her.”

Yeosang glanced behind her to make sure Yunho bought the explanation and he seemed to, deflating back into the couch. She quickly stripped her clothes off and handed them to Seonghwa. She subconsciously covered herself as the older woman looked her over. “Why don’t you put on one of your new outfits?” Seonghwa said with a twinkle in her eye. “I’m sure my husband will forget all about the jacket thing right away. He’s very distractable.”

“Ok,” Yeosang nodded, reaching for her shopping bag. “Can you help me put it on?”

Seonghwa got her all strapped in to one of the sets. It was baby pink with straps that wrapped around her body connecting her bra to her crotchless panties, white and pink lacy stockings and a sheer babydoll nightgown to go over it. Seonghwa couldn’t help but give her ass a good squeeze before stepping away. “Now you just pose all pretty and I’ll send him in here.”

Yeosang smiled giddily as she turned this way and that in front of the mirror. She quickly remembered herself as she stashed the jacket in the back of her bottom drawer before getting on the bed and laying on her side pushing her chest out, trying to look sexy.

Her heart raced as the door opened and Yunho’s eyes fell on her. There was a charged couple of silent seconds before he closed the door behind him. His eyes feasted on her as he stalked forward, looking like he wanted to devour her. Yeosang felt a shiver run up her spine. She’d never felt sexier in all her life.

“You look beautiful, baby girl,” Yunho said, his voice dark with want. He lightly ran his fingertips over her side, not disturbing the delicate clothing she was wearing. “Most beautiful you’ve ever looked,” he breathed. “Can I take some pictures of you? I want to remember this forever.”

“Ok,” Yeosang nodded. She didn’t mind at all. She also wanted to remember looking this hot.

“I’ll be right back,” Yunho lightly kissed her before rushing out of the room.

Yeosang didn’t move as she waited with bated breath. She thought he was just going to take them with his phone. What was he getting?

He came back only a couple minutes later holding a duffle bag he’d clearly frantically thrown some things into. He locked the door behind him and put the bag on the floor, pulling an expensive looking camera out of it. “Stay just like that,” he said, holding the camera to his eye.

He walked around her, photographing every angle before he had her sit up. He spread her legs and positioned her hands under her belly. “You liking this, babydoll?” Yunho asked sweetly, rubbing her wet folds lightly with his fingers. Yeosang flushed at the evolution of her nickname. She was his babydoll, moving and posing just how he liked.

“I do,” she admitted, wanting to push herself more firmly against his teasing fingers, but staying still. Her heart fluttered every time she heard the click of the camera, every picture a testament to his desire for her.

“I like it too,” Yunho purred, snapping several pictures of her wet pussy before backing up and getting the whole pose. He got her on all fours, photographing the way her tits hung down before getting every angle of her ass. “Perfect. So perfect,” he muttered to himself making Yeosang giggled.

He had her sit up again and untie the nightgown and push the bra under her tits. “Now play with them babydoll,” he ordered, his face hidden behind the camera. Yeosang did her best to be a good model as she cupped her swollen tits and pinched her nipples. She couldn’t help the faces she made as she did it. Having the camera added made everything feel so much more intense.

“Fuck yes,” Yunho said, sounding like he was just barely holding himself back from fucking her into the mattress. “Now use these.” He tossed a dildo and a vibrator into the bed next to her.

Yeosang didn’t question when the camera went from the flashing of pictures to the little red light of recording. What was the difference really? She picked up the wand and turned it on low before pressing to over her clit. She whined and squirmed as the vibrations stimulated her, but not nearly enough.

Yunho silently filmed her, getting close ups of her pussy before moving up her body to get her face. She looked into the camera as he reached down and clicked the vibrator from low to high. She cried out, her hips lifting off the bed as the stimulation unexpectedly increased. She tried to move the wand away, but Yunho’s hand was holding it still, keeping the camera on her face. “Daddy,” she whined, looking past the camera at him. “I’m gunna cum.”

“Yes you are,” Yunho said, looking down at her. “Go on babydoll. Show the camera.”

She stared right at the lens as it hit her. Her mouth dropped open and her eyelids fluttered as she tensed through her orgasm. He graciously clicked the toy off as soon as it was finished, putting down the camera and running his soothing hands all over her body. “How was that? Did you like that?”

“I did,” Yeosang gave him a sweet smile. “I liked it a lot.”

“I’d like to do this with our next one,” Yunho said softly, running his fingers over her stomach. “But start from the beginning. Document the whole process. Maybe make a sexy little photo book.”

Yeosang was nodding before he even finished talking. “I’ll have to get more outfits,” she giggled.

“I’ll pay for as many as you want,” Yunho promised her, kissing her forehead. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” Yeosang said enthusiastically.

“Why don’t you try this one next?” Yunho held up a huge dildo that looked strangely familiar.

“Is this…” Yeosang held it in her hands.

“Hwa had it made from a mold of mine, yeah,” Yunho chuckled. “She says she likes to use it when I’m not home, but we both know she prefers the kind that’s attached to a person. We mostly just use to for double penetration. Don’t worry. It’s clean.”

Yeosang turned the toy over in her hands, studying it. She was a little relieved. His was the only cock she’d ever had inside of her. Even if it was an imitation one, she wanted it to be the same. She looked up at Yunho who had his camera ready again as she spread her legs more and rubbed the toy around in her slick. The shutter sounded in rapid succession as she slowly pressed the head inside. Yes she had just cum and she was extremely wet, but it was still a very tight fit.

Yunho alternated taking pictures of her face and pussy as she slowly worked the dildo inside of her. It was a lot without any prior stretching, but she was more than getting off on the attention. She pushed the toy in harder and deeper than she was ready for just so she would make a face for Yunho to capture. It was intoxicating.

Finally, she had the toy fully inside and she felt incredibly proud of herself. “How’s that feel, sweetheart?” Yunho asked, rubbing a thumb over her clit after taking dozens of pictures of her stuffed pussy.

“Good… but,” Yeosang looked up at him.

“But what?” Yunho asked, increasing the pressure on her clit.

“Hmm,” she closed her eyes and clenched around the toy. “I prefer yours.”

“You’ll have it soon,” Yunho promised. “It’s already nice and ready for you, trust me. Just a few more pictures.”

Yunho had her pose with her legs fully spread, her hips lifted, on her back, on her front, getting everything he could until he was completely satisfied. He pulled the toy out of her pussy, clicking tons of pictures of her gaping pussy, unable to resist giving it a firm lick before getting off the bed. Yeosang watched him excitedly as he pulled a tripod out of the bag and set it up facing the bed. He had her get on all fours and look at the camera. He adjusted her position a few times before he hit record and stepped back around.

“Smile for the camera, Yeosang,” Yunho grinned before getting behind her and thrusting all the way in with one push.

Yeosang moaned out obscenely as she was filled with his hot length. The toy may be the same size and shape, but it didn’t hold a candle to the real thing. Little sounds were pushed out of her as Yunho snapped his hips forward, making her tits swing below her. She kept her head high for the camera, looking dead at the lens as Yunho held her hips tightly and fucked her pussy.

“Daddy!” she cried out as he shifted his angle and started stabbing down right into her g spot.

“Yes, babydoll?” Yunho chuckled at her, increasing her pace enough to make her eyes roll up in pleasure.

“There… that…” she couldn’t get words for form correctly. All she could do was grip the sheets as hard as she could and breathe.

“You gunna cum, baby girl? You gunna cum for the camera?” Yunho taunted, keeping up his punishing rhythm.

“Yes! Yes I’m cumming,” Yeosang yelled, cumming hard. It took everything in her to keep up right and facing the camera as she shook through her orgasm, falling on her face as soon as it was finished.

Yunho gently turned her over and kissed her deeply as he pushed back inside. He thrust deep and slow as they slowly made out. She opened her eyes to look up at him as soon as he pulled back. She was so hopelessly in love with him she felt loopy. As he sat up to grip her hips and pound into her, a rogue thought entered her mind. How would Jongho treat her?

She shoved the thought out of her mind. This was not the time. She arced her back for the camera so it could better see her tits bouncing as he chased his high with an addictive ferocity. She moaned loudly as his knot locked inside of her, her mouth gaping open as she felt his hot cum fill her up.

She wrapped her legs around his hips as they made out and waited for his knot to go down. He gave her one more firm, possessive kiss before pulling out and getting up quickly to grab the camera. “Fuck that’s good,” he moaned as he snapped pictures of her gaping pussy dripping with his cum. He captured her wrecked, fucked out state before finally putting the camera away.

He helped her out of the pretty, but uncomfortable underwear and into her soft pajamas before lying next to her in bed. “Are you sleeping in here tonight?” Yeosang asked, feeling strangely fragile after such an extreme experience.

“I think I will,” Yunho nuzzled the back of her neck, breathing in her scent deeply. “You sleep better with someone holding you, right?”

“I don’t want to keep you from your wife,” Yeosang said guiltily. “Maybe we should go…”

“Maybe I want you all to myself tonight,” Yunho said, with a dark, possessive voice.

“Ok,” Yeosang easily acquiesced.

“Do you want to see those pictures?” Yunho asked, his voice excited.

Yeosang nodded quickly. Yunho got up to grab the camera. He moved her so she was sitting in his lap in bed as they flipped through the hundreds of pictures he’d taken. She couldn’t believe her own eyes. Through the camera, she saw herself with Yunho’s eyes. And she was hot. Porn star level hot. Her confidence went through the roof as they debated the best pictures to keep until they were left with only a couple dozen plus the videos which they watched back. Yeosang squirmed in his lap as she listened to herself cry and moan loudly with his cock filling her.

“Oh my god,” she realized in horror. “We’re not the only one’s home.”

“You say that like my wife didn’t send me in here to fuck you,” Yunho shook his head, amused.

“It’s still embarrassing,” Yeosang mumbled.

“You want me to bring you dinner in here?” Yunho asked sweetly. “So you don’t have to go out and face them right now?”

“Yeah,” Yeosang looked down and nodded.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Yunho kissed her softly before getting out of bed and leaving her alone.

Yeosang fiddled with her phone while he was away. She couldn’t stop picturing what it would feel like to be held in Jonho’s strong arms. She couldn’t help but wondered what being with him would be like. Would he indulge in her stranger kinks like Yunho, easing her out of her comfort zone? Or was he the kind of guy who fucked in missionary with the lights off? Surely he wasn’t as big as Yunho. Surly she already had as good as she could get and wondering was doing her no good.

Maybe she should have one date. Just to satiate her curiosity. Then she would stop wondering. Then she could put the sweet, kind, strong, handsome alpha behind her without looking back. She opened his contact and guilt choked her. Yunho was a cheating bastard. He couldn’t blame her for going on one date. They weren’t even together. Maybe Seonghwa would cover for her again.

She didn’t know what madness possessed her, but she texted him asking when they were meeting next. Her heart leapt to her throat when he responded.

Coffee tomorrow? My treat.

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Yeosang considered cancelling maybe a hundred times as she went through every step to follow through. She called Wooyoung, asking for a favor that he of course agreed to without question. She got dressed in a modest, but cute outfit. She told Yunho and Seonghwa that Wooyoung had asked her to get coffee at breakfast.

“Oh?” Seonghwa looked at her with surprise. “Will you be out long?”

“Maybe,” Yeosang shrugged, unable to make eye contact. “San’s out for the day and Wooyoung said he wanted company. He also wanted to show me the stuff they added to the nursery.”

Yunho didn’t say anything. He just sipped his coffee and watched her mumble out her explanation. Yeosang wished he would just call her a liar and say she couldn’t go. The silence was so much worse. She made the mistake to glance up at him, her resolve instantly crumbling. “But I don’t have to go,” she added quietly.

“No. You’re going to go,” Seonghwa said simply, drumming her fingers on the table. “The three of us can have some quality time now that the boys have talked and come to an understanding, hm?”

Yeosang looked at Seonghwa with admiration. She wished she could be like her. She didn’t let anyone intimidate her. She didn’t bend unless it would give her something she wanted. She couldn’t imagine handling Yunho the way she did and she made it look so easy.

“He’s not going to try anything with you, is he?” Yunho finally spoke, clearly feeling territorial.

“Jesus Christ Yunho. The man is married and gay. Let her live a little,” Seonghwa scoffed.

“We’re just friends,” Yeosang murmured. Her heart thumped in her chest. She wasn’t cut out for this. It would be easier if she just let it go and stayed here. She couldn’t stand anyone being angry with her.

“I didn’t say she couldn’t go,” Yunho said, his voice soft and amiable. “I just wanted to know his intentions.”

“Even if he was attracted to her she could fuck whoever she wants,” Seonghwa said firmly. “You’re married to me, not her.”

Yeosang was rescued by a text saying Wooyoung had arrived. “I’m sorry. I have to go,” she said, quickly getting up and running to her room to grab her purse. She passed Hongjoong in the hall on the way back. “You might want to wait a bit before getting breakfast,” she whispered to him.

“Oh? They making out or something?” Hongjoong looked past her as if he could see around the corner.

“They’re fighting,” Yeosang said, shaking her head.

“Say less,” Hongjoong said, turning back to the bathroom where he’d just taken a shower. “Um… do you mind if I hang out in your room if you’re heading out?” he asked, eyeing her purse and the jacket slung over her arm.

“Of course,” Yeosang said easily. “Hopefully they work this out soon.”

“Yeah hopefully,” Hongjoong sighed. “Seonghwa said she would take me to her gym today. I was looking forward to it.”

Yeosang had a sudden vision of seeing Seonghwa all sweaty in shorts and a sports bra and suddenly needed to go get fresh air. “Y-yeah. I hope you get to do that.”

“Have fun,” Hongjoong smiled and waved as she dashed quickly out to the front door.

“Hey,” Wooyoung reached across and opened the passenger door for her.

“Hi,” Yeosang smiled sweetly, climbing into the seat with some difficulty.

“You going to tell me where we’re actually going?” Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“This coffee shop,” Yeosang showed him the address on her phone.

Wooyoung whistled low. “That’s a nice spot,” he said, backing out of the driveway. “There trouble in paradise? I thought you were still with your baby daddy.”

“I am,” Yeosang blushed, tucking a hair behind her ear. “But we’re not exclusive.”

“I guess not. With him being married and all,” Wooyoung said, unable to fully keep the judgment out of his voice.

“He’s not cheating. They have an arrangement,” Yeosang defended him firmly.

“I know,” Wooyoung sighed, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

“You just don’t like him because he doesn’t want to meet you,” Yeosang crossed her arms.

“Why wouldn’t he want to meet me? I’m great!” Wooyoung scoffed, his demeaner becoming more lighthearted.

“Yes you are,” Yeosang chuckled, looking at him fondly. “He just… doesn’t want to be involved.”

“You say that like it’s excusable,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

“I can’t make him do something he doesn’t want to do,” Yeosang mumbled, leaning her head against the window. “And it’s fine. He’s good to me.”

“But is he good for you,” Wooyoung nudged.

“He is!” Yeosang insisted. “He’s very sweet and attentive and charming and everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“I’m sorry,” Wooyoung let out a breath. “I know I’m overstepping. I don’t even know the guy.”

“No. You don’t,” Yeosang scowled at him.

“So who’s this new guy you’re meeting up with at a fancy coffee shop?” Wooyoung winked at her.

“Just someone I met at the mall,” Yeosang twisted the jacket in her hands, suddenly very nervous. “He’s really nice. I, uh, spilled something on myself when he bumped into me and he gave me his jacket to cover the stain. He gave me his number so we could meet up and I could give it back.”

“Uh huh,” Wooyoung gave her a sly grin. “And I’m sure he’ll want to invite you back to his place so you can put it back in his closet for him.”

“He might,” Yeosang repressed a smile, still mad at him. “I’m very good at… laundry.”

“Yeah well you two can do laundry as long as you want,” Wooyoung smirked, pulling into the parking lot. “I’m not busy today. Just shoot me a text.”

“Will do,” Yeosang leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to Wooyoung’s cheek. “Thank you so much,” she said sincerely.

“If he ends up being a creep I’ll storm in and kick his ass,” Wooyoung promised.

“I’ll be sure to warn him,” Yeosang giggled, getting out of the car. She waved as Wooyoung drove off, taking a deep breath to collect herself before walking in. She spotted Jongho sitting at a table and caught his eye immediately. He got up and walked over to her grinning with that sweet smile of his that she hadn’t been able to get out of her head. Her stomach was filled with butterflies. “Hi,” she said shyly, already blushing.

“Hi,” Jongho beamed at her. “Sorry, I got here kind of early. I kept thinking that we might not be able to get a table with how busy this place is, but turns out it isn’t that busy today so I guess I’ve been sitting here for an hour for nothing. But it’s such a beautiful place that I don’t mind. I’ve never been here, but I’ve heard it’s really nice,” he rambled, the color in his own cheeks rising.

“Oh you could have called me to come earlier,” Yeosang said, feeling bad he was waiting for her so long.

“No, it gave me lots of time to think of my opening line, which I guess I just botched didn’t I,” Jongho laughed nervously.

“I think you did just fine,” Yeosang smiled. “Did you order yet?”

“No, but I’ve read the menu a lot,” Jongho chuckled. “And I googled all the drink names I didn’t recognize so if you have any questions I’m your guy,” he said proudly, holding his arm out to walk her the few paces to the counter.

Yeosang couldn’t keep the bright smile off her face as she took his offered arm, squeezing his thick bicep in the process. They gave their orders to the very amused looking barista and went to sit at Jongho’s diligently held table at the nook in the corner with their coffees.

She handed him back his jacket, feeling a little reluctant to let it go. “Thank you for lending this to me. It was so kind of you,” she said.

“It was no trouble,” Jongho said, subtly holding the jacket to his nose before putting it on the seat next to him. “It made me happy knowing you had it,” he admitted.

“It made me happy having it,” Yeosang admitted too, distracting herself by sipping her latte.

“You can keep it,” Jongho offered, picking it back up again. “I have another jacket. I don’t need this one.”

“No no no,” Yeosang vehemently refused. “It’s ok. I mean I’ll be swimming in it after I have the baby.”

“How much longer do you have?” Jongho asked.

“About two months,” Yeosang said, rubbing her belly, trying to sooth her kicking baby.

“You must be more than ready for it by now I bet,” Jongho said sympathetically.

“No. I’m enjoying it,” Yeosang said honestly. “I’m kind of excited to do it again.”

“What do you enjoy about it?” Jongho asked, resting his chin on his hand as he gave her his full attention.

“Oh, uh,” she fumbled, unable to think of an appropriate answer. “I guess I like being cared for? And everyone really seems to go out of their way for you the more pregnant you get.”

“I can see that,” Jongho nodded. “And it’s not too uncomfortable?”

“I mean it is,” Yeosang shrugged. “Some days more than others. But I guess that doesn’t really matter to me that much. I have people who take really good care of me so it’s not really a burden.”

“I guess that makes you the perfect surrogate then,” Jongho beamed at her. “I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about your pregnancy this whole time. I bet you’re tired of talking about it.”

“Not at all,” Yeosang shook her head. “It’s kind of the biggest thing I have going on right now,” she laughed. “But I’d like to learn about you.”

“Oh there’s not much to me,” Jongho shrugged. “I work second shift at a warehouse. I help my mom around the house when I’m not working overtime on weekends. My friends all work first shift so I don’t get to see them much. I live a pretty quiet life. Nothing like yours.”

“You’d be amazing at how boring it can be sometimes,” Yeosang sighed. “I’m usually so tired after I get off of work I don’t have the energy to explore whatever city I’m in. I usually go straight to the hotel, get room service and go to bed.”

“I guess it’s not as glamorous as I had it in my head,” Jongho chuckled.

“The hotels are nice, though,” Yeosang acquiesced. “I’m usually staying in fancy suites.”

“They put flight attendants up in fancy suites?” Jongho’s eyes went wide and Yeosang immediately realized her error. “Maybe I should change careers.”

“Oh, uh, it’s only if the hotels they have deals with don’t have other rooms,” Yeosang immediately contradicted herself in her panic. “I lied about the usually part to sound cool.”

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Jongho took her hand making fireworks go off behind Yeosang’s eyes. “I already think you’re cool.”

She couldn’t think of anything else to say. All words were slipping her mind as she looked into his warm, kind eyes. She had gone on this date to get over him, but now she was realizing just how impossible that was going to be. “I think you’re cool too,” she said when her brain finally came back online. “I was wondering,” she said, licking her lips nervously. “If you needed help getting your jacket back to your place.”

“If I needed help…” Jongho said, not understanding her meaning until it finally clicked. “Oh. Yeah. I mean sure. If you’d like to help, that is. I could use the help.”

They finished their coffee quickly and Jongho put a hand around her waist as he walked her the two blocks back to his apartment, the two of them happily chatting the whole time. Yeosang was having a hard time focusing on what he was saying, all of her brainpower locked on the feeling of his hand touching her.

He opened the door to his neat and modest one bedroom apartment. “So this is it. It isn’t much but I…”

Yeosang couldn’t hold back anymore. She pressed her lips against his and felt him instantly melt. He didn’t hesitate to kiss her back, holding her around the waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She thought it was nice to kiss someone she didn’t have to get on her toes to reach.

“Yeosang?” Jongho said breathlessly against her lips.

“Yes?” Yeosang whispered back, opening her eyes.

“You came back here for sex, right?”

“Yes,” Yeosang giggled.

“Good. Just checking,” Jongho said, sliding his hands down to her thighs and picking her up with ease.

Yeosang gasped into his mouth, feeling her stomach swoop. Even as pregnant as she was, she felt weightless in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them the couple steps to the bedroom.

Her heart hammered in her ears when it fully hit her what she was about to do. She kissed him hard again, distracting him enough that they never made it to the bed. He backed her to a wall and kept her lifted up as he move his mouth against hers, matching her passion.

“You’re so strong,” Yeosang moaned softly against his lips.

“You like it?” Jongho smiled, unwilling to part even for an inch.

“I like it so much,” Yeosang said, squeezing her legs around him.

“I can do it here if you want,” Jongho said, kissing down the length of her neck, making her shiver.

“Oh my god,” Yeosang moaned, feeling just how wet she was just thinking about it. “Please.”

“Ok,” Jongho smiled, keeping her balanced with just the wall and one hand while he reached around and pulled her pants down just enough to expose her soaking pussy and ass. She heard him unzip his pants but when she looked down all she could see was her stomach and her bunching up pants between them. She had no idea what he was working with and it only made her more excited. “Are you ready? Do you need more?” Jongho asked, parting to look at her.

“I’m ready. I’m so ready,” Yeosang said, needing him inside her, needing to feel it. “I’ve been wet since you held my hand,” she admitted into his ear.

“I’ve been hard since you handed me my jacket,” Jongho admitted back.

“Fuck me, Jongho. Please,” Yeosang panted, feeling like she was losing her mind.

She gasped when she felt the blunt head of his cock press against her wet entrance, but there was nothing she could do to stop it when gravity pulled her down onto it. Both of their mouths fell open as she was impaled on the thickest cock she could have imagined. The stretch burned, but it was a deep, satisfying burn. She felt both physically and spiritually complete with him filling up every inch of empty space inside of her. He wasn’t as long as Yunho, but that just meant he didn’t have to cram up against her cervix to get fully inside.

They both shuddered and moaned as they struggled to get used to the intense sensation. “You’re so… oh my god,” Jongho said in a strained voice. “It’s so tight.”

“Is that ok?” Yeosang asked nervously when he rested his forehead against hers and took gasping breaths.

“I’m trying so hard not to cum right now,” Jongho admitted, his hands flexing where he was gripping her thighs. “It’s… oh my god.”

Yeosang let herself go limp in his grasp as she tried to relax her muscles around him to give him room to move.

After a few moments, Jongho stopped panting and kissed her softly. “Can I move?” he asked.

“Please,” Yeosang whimpered. She whined high in her throat when she was lifted up and lowered back down onto his cock. It was perfect. It hit all of the best parts inside of her making for the most satisfying slide she’d ever felt. She groaned and threw her head back at the second thrust, feeling herself leak out around him.

“Yeosang. Oh my god. It feels so good. You’re so amazing,” Jongho chanted out like a prayer as he lifted her up and down, thrusting up into her sweet spots perfectly every time.

“Jongho,” Yeosang whined, squeezing her legs as hard as she could. “I’m gunna…”

“Yes yes yes,” Jongho panted, watching her face in awe as she fell apart in no time at all, trembling with pleasure in his grasp. He gave a couple more jerky thrusts when she finished and she felt his cock get impossibly thicker. His knot completely took her breath away, stretching her so much her mouth went slack and her eyes unfocused. It seemed to hit some kind of off switch in her brain and all she could do was fell his rock hard cock flood her pussy with cum as she ground it deep within her.

They both panted into each other’s mouths, trying to come down from their intense highs. Jongho carried her to the bed and very slowly and carefully laid her down without tugging his knot too much. He laid down on his side in front of her, looking at her face with a dreamy expression.

They both lay there, processing, until his knot deflated. He cringed when his cock slipped out of her, thick cum starting to drip all over his sheets. “I’m so sorry. I usually last longer than that. And I didn’t even think about a condom. And I…”

Yeosang shut him up with a kiss. “It was perfect,” she smiled. “And it’s not like you’re going to knock me up.”

“It’s still rude,” Jongho looked down, blushing. “And I wanted this to be perfect.”

“It was,” Yeosang said softly. “I loved it.”

“Maybe we’ll make it to the bed next time?” Jongho asked hopefully.

“Maybe we’ll even take our clothes off,” Yeosang giggled, thrilled at the idea of a next time.

“I’d like that,” Jongho ran a hand up her side to cup her face. “I’d really like that.”

Yeosang closed her eyes as he kissed her, her head lost in a cloud of bliss.

“Yeosang?”

“Hm?”

“I think we left my jacket at the coffee shop.”

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Seonghwa stared at her husband as Yeosang rushed out the door, considering how to approach this. She got up from her seat and straddled his lap, sitting nose to nose with him. He raised his eyebrows at her, placing his hands on her hips. Now that she’d trapped him in place, she could start talking.

“You treat all your girls like that or is Yeosang just special?” she asked, playing with the hair on the back of his head.

“Like what?” Yunho looked up into her eyes.

“Like property,” Seonghwa frowned at him.

“I do not,” Yunho huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Ok, let me rephrase,” Seonghwa sighed. “Do you love her?”

“No,” Yunho said simply.

“But you want to keep her around?”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t want her to see other men?”

Yunho was silent.

“You see how this is an issue?” Seonghwa looked at him pointedly.

Yunho let out a long breath. “I… wasn’t expecting her to stick around,” he finally said. “I’ve never had one I wanted to stay.”

“You understand that if you stay on this path she won’t, right?” Seonghwa said gently.

“I do,” Yunho fiddled with her beltloops as he looked away. “It’s just… hard to switch gears like that. I started out like I always do, expecting her to stay a couple months maximum. She was so nervous and innocent I thought she would leave the moment she got pregnant. But now here she is, asking me for more. And I want to give them to her. I think I’ve been pushing her more to see if she’ll really leave because it just feels like she should’ve by now.”

“She might. Then what?” Seonghwa tilted her head.

“I’ll move on I guess,” Yunho said, a hint of sadness in his voice. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Seonghwa looked down her nose at him.

“You want to keep your boy toy?” Yunho asked.

“Oh I don’t think he’s going to stay around that long,” Seonghwa sighed sadly.

“You don’t?” Yunho asked, confused. “He seems like he’s obsessed with you.”

“He is,” Seonghwa shrugged. “That’s the problem. He gets really upset when I… share the love. I don’t think he’ll be able to handle it long term.”

“Please tell me what you see in him because all I see is a horny kid who can’t handle a woman like you,” Yunho asked genuinely.

“Honestly…” Seonghwa smiled softly to herself. “He’s too good for me.”

“You’re kidding,” Yunho deadpanned.

“I’m not,” Seonghwa chuckled. “He’s smart. Very smart. And driven as hell. Wants nothing more than to please me. I’m sure he’ll make some other woman very happy someday.” Her heart ached when she said it. “I feel a little bad he’s wasting his time with me, but I’ll enjoy it while it lasts. He doesn’t need to be taking care of an old lady at the peak of his life.”

Yunho wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. “No time spent with you is a waste,” he said, looking up at her with love in his eyes. “I do fear that you’re setting his standards much too high.”

“That’s not my problem,” Seonghwa held her head up. “It feels better to talk about this than I thought it would.”

“The games were fun, though,” Yunho pouted.

“Oh there will still be games,” Seonghwa promised him. “I’m sure of that. And we can still fight about it for fun.”

“I’m so fucking in love with you,” Yunho smiled, pressing a soft kiss on her lips.

Seonghwa tilted her head and deepened the kiss, tangling her fingers in her husband’s hair as she held him tightly. His hands wandered lower and squeezed her ass making her moan into his mouth. He trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling at the spot just below her jaw that drove her wild. Her eyes rolled up and her breath caught in her chest. “I wasn’t done talking,” she managed with difficulty.

“You’re talking right now,” Yunho smirked against her throat. “I’m listening.” Seonghwa pulled his hair hard, yanking his head away from her. They looked at each other, both panting with a wild look in their eyes. “What?”

“What did you and Hongjoong talk about?” Seonghwa asked.

“Hwa.”

“You didn’t, did you?” Seonghwa said as she dug her nails into his scalp, her lip curling.

“I will.”

“Damn right you will,” Seonghwa said, getting out of his lap.

“Seriously? Now?” Yunho scoffed at her, exasperated.

“Sit your ass on the couch,” Seonghwa said without turning back.

She checked behind a couple doors until she opened the guest room, standing in the doorway as she saw Hongjoong looking down at a camera, his eyes wide as saucers. She calmly walked over to him, the audio of the video playing on the small screen filling the room. Hongjoong jumped when she took the camera out of his hands. “I’m sorry!” he squeaked, his face bright red. “I thought there would be pictures of you on here.”

“Oh there are,” Seonghwa said calmly, turning the device off. “But it didn’t sound like you were looking at those.”

“Yunho’s going to kill me,” Hongjoong covered his sweating face.

“He’ll do no such thing,” Seonghwa took his hands off of his face and made him look at her. “But you’re going to have to apologize to Yeosang. Profusely.”

“I will,” Hongjoong promised, looking down, realizing what he’d done. “Shit. She’s going to hate me.”

“That’s up to her,” Seonghwa said noncommittally. She glanced down at the boner tenting his sweatpants.

“Ok. Get to the living room. We’re all going to talk,” Seonghwa escorted him out by his scruff and forced him to sit in an armchair. She handed the camera to her husband as she sat down next to him. “You need to watch where you leave this,” she said.

Yunho’s eyes slid up from the camera to where Hongjoong was cowering, his jaw tight. He glanced at Seonghwa before taking a breath. She took his hand to remind him to stay in line. Hongjoong looked at their intwined fingers and a terrified expression crossed his face. Poor thing was probably convinced they were kicking him out. Yunho put the camera beside him on the couch and cleared his throat. “That wasn’t for you.”

“Yes. I know. I’m sorry,” Hongjoong groveled. “I’ll never do it again. I didn’t know what was on it.”

Seonghwa glanced sideways at her husband and noticed how much he was clearly getting off on acting all big and tough. The gears started turning in her head as she noticed how the tent in Hongjoong’s pants still hadn’t gone away. “You’re not getting kicked out, baby,” Seonghwa reassured him and watched his tense shoulders relax. “Snooping in this house is a dangerous game. There are quite a few things you will need permission to look at. But you’ve learned now to ask for that permission, yes?”

“Yes. Absolutely,” Hongjoong nodded so hard she was afraid he’d hurt his neck.

“There,” Seonghwa looked at her husband as if everything was settled. “Now do you have something to say?”

“What are your intentions with my wife?” Yunho asked point blank.

Hongjoong swallowed hard. “Um… I like her a lot and I’d like to stay with her for as long as she’ll let me?” he answered, clearly hoping he’d said the right thing.

“And you understand that this isn’t going anywhere?” Yunho held up their held hands, showing off her wedding ring. “You’re not just waiting around for her to leave me so you can swoop in and make things official?”

“No no no,” Hongjoong shook his head. “I understand that is permanent. I’m just happy to be here at all. I don’t want to cause any problems or anything.”

Yunho sat back, seemingly satisfied with his answers. Seonghwa’s heart warmed a bit to see it. She squeezed his hand encouragingly. Yunho sighed, rubbing his thumb over the back of Seonghwa’s hand. “Fine. So long as you stay out of my way, I have no problem with you.”

“Wait. Really?” Hongjoong leaned forward.

“Do you want me to have a problem with you?” Yunho chuckled.

“No,” Hongjoong answered quickly. “I just… didn’t expect…”

“I know my wife,” Yunho kissed her hand and looked at her with love in his eyes. “I know what she does. What makes me uncomfortable is the thought of her letting someone into her bed that doesn’t treat her right. But she says you do. And I trust she will have you out on your ass the moment that changes.” Yunho looked between the two of them. “We good?”

“Good enough for me,” Seonghwa cupped the side of his face and kissed him sweetly. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Now can we pick up where we left off?” Yunho asked with burning eyes.

“Yes,” Seonghwa said breathlessly. She loved that look. She was obsessed with his all consuming desire for her that never seemed to satiate. She wanted him to overpower her and take everything he wanted. She gasped as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, smacking her ass for good measure as he lugged her to their bedroom.

“You coming pipsqueak?” Yunho called over his shoulder. Hongjoong rushed after them, visibly trembling with excitement as Seonghwa was unceremoniously dumped on the bed. “Has she shown you the closet?” Yunho asked as Hongjoong stood by waiting to be told what to do.

“No?” Hongjoong tilted his head like a confused puppy.

“Back of the closet,” Yunho pointed to their walk in while he nonchalantly rid her of her clothes. “Box behind her dresses. Pick out whatever you want. Let’s play.”

Seonghwa couldn’t keep the insane grin off of her face as her skin tingled with anticipation. She knew she was about to be fucked but she didn’t know how or by whom and the unknown was turning her on faster than anything. She was usually the one in complete control, but now she was going to let her boys have some fun.

Hongjoong rushed back with a pair of soft leather cuffs, a set of nipple clamps and a paddle in his hands, hesitating before he handed them over to Yunho. “Is this… ok?”

“Kid’s got taste,” Yunho chuckled, taking them from him, winking at Seonghwa. She grinned wider. They were working together. This was going to be fun. Her husband looped the cuffs through the bars of the headboard, straddled her waist and looked down at her with a gleeful look in his eyes. “This is what you wanted, right?”

Seonghwa put her hands over her head, giggling. “You two have fun.”

“Oh we will,” Yunho smirked, cuffing her hands above her head, checking the tightness before sitting back and really looking down at her. “These really are incredible, aren’t they?” he asked Hongjoong, reaching down and groping her tits with his big, warm hands.

“They are,” Hongjoong hovered near the edge of the bed, staring a hole in them.

“They your favorite part?” Yunho asked, giving them a couple good smacks so they bounced and jiggled.

“Oh, I could never pick,” Hongjoong shook his head, the both of them talking as if she wasn’t there. Nothing turned her on more than being objectified and this was positively making her drool. “Every part is so good in different ways.”

“I agree,” Yunho held his hand out for Hongjoong to hand him the clamps. He lightly twisted her nipples in his fingers before unexpectedly getting off of her. He squeezed her tit and angled it toward him. “Get these nice and wet for me.”

Seonghwa moaned softly as Hongjoong latched onto her nipple and sucked enthusiastically. He rolled it around with his tongue while holding her tit with both of his hands, squeezing it between his fingers. Her cunt throbbed between her legs, desperate to be touched with how turned on she was. She pushed them apart, hoping to entice them in that direction without saying anything.

“This isn’t about you,” Yunho chuckled down at her as he discarded his own clothes. “We’re bonding,” he said, tangling his fingers in Hongjoong’s hair and moving his head from one teat to the other. Hongjoong lightly held onto her nipple with his teeth until he popped off and latched right onto the other one without a fight. “You fuck her tits much?”

“All the time,” Hongjoong said with his mouth full. “They’re so soft and warm and squishy. I love them.”

“And they’re so hot when they’re covered in cum,” Yunho agreed, slowly stroking himself. “I could show you the pictures. We have a few albums.”

“I wanna see,” Hongjoong let go of her tit to look up at him eagerly.

“Maybe after,” Yunho chuckled. “Now here. Let me show you how to put these on.” He took one spit slick nipple between his fingers, rolling it between his fingers before gently applying the clamp. He did the same with the other one and flicked the glittering chain that connected them. “Pretty huh?”

“Yes,” Hongjoong palmed himself through his sweats, his eyes eating her up. Seonghwa unconsciously lifted her hips off of the bed, feeling her slick drip down onto the sheets. He glanced down between her legs and licked his lips. “Can I…”

“We’re not done playing with the toys you picked out yet,” Yunho shook his head, always too patient in bed no matter how desperate Seonghwa got. “Take your clothes off.” Hongjoong pulled his clothing off of his body at lightning speed so he didn’t miss a second of the action. Yunho manhandled Seonghwa onto her front, double checking the cuffed before slowly running his hands down her back to rest on her ass. He jiggled it a couple times before landing a couple loud smacks with his hand. Seonghwa moaned loudly and arced her back, hoping for more. “You spank her much, or does she spank you?”

“N-no,” Hongjoong’s voice trembled, clearly turned on by the idea of her putting him over her knee. “I’m afraid of hurting her so… not really.”

“Yeah, you can’t hurt her,” Yunho looked him up and down. “She likes it rough. And if you’re ever getting too close to the edge she’ll just let you know. Here.” He angled her ass more toward Hongjoong. “Give it a good smack.”

Hongjoong gave her a timid spank, about as hard as he always did. She wanted to chide him, but she knew Yunho had that covered. “Yeah, that’s not nearly enough. Here. Use the paddle. Put a little more force behind it.”

Hongjoong gave her a couple little smacks before actually giving her a good hard whack. Seonghwa jolted forward and moaned loudly. “Like that?” Hongjoong looked to Yunho for approval instead of Seonghwa.

“Getting close. Give her a couple more. A little harder. Yeah there you go. Get her ass nice and red,” he encouraged as Hongjoong went to town on her. “See how wet she is?” he finally just barely dipped his fingers into her.

“Was that just from hitting her?” Hongjoong asked in wonder, his hands groping the sore skin on her ass.

“Some of it,” Yunho chuckled. “Notice how quiet she’s been? She’s being a good little sex doll for us. That’s what gets her leaking like a faucet.”

Seonghwa held her breath when she felt her husband’s cock nudge against her folds, getting himself nice and wet with her fluids. He just barely pressed the head inside before pulling out again and again until she couldn’t help but whine into her pillow.

“Her mouth sounds lonely,” Yunho smirked, pulling all the way out. “Why don’t you fix that for her.”

He flipped her onto her back again and Seonghwa stared at the ceiling, dizzy with arousal. Hongjoong came into her field of view, straddling her face, holding his erection just above her nose. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her long tongue out, eagerly awaiting some kind of action. Hongjoong didn’t need any convincing before he was pushing his cock all the way to the hilt into her inviting mouth. Seonghwa hummed in appreciation as she sucked on it, enjoying the way it just barely pushed into her throat. She swallowed around the head and closed her eyes, so happy her boys were getting along.

Her eyes flew open again when she felt hands on her legs, pushing them up and apart. She moaned loudly around Hongjoong’s cock when she felt her husband’s cock finally sink all the way into her. She squeezed around it, appreciating the way it filled her up.

She drooled around Hongjoong’s length as they both found different rhythms to fuck her, using her holes to please themselves. She listened to their little pleasured moans fill the room. This was everything she wanted it to be.

“You know she’s a squirter, right?” Yunho asked, grunting as he hit her deep.

“Oh yeah,” Hongjoong laughed, finally starting to get into it and feel comfortable. Seonghwa gave him a good extra hard suck as a reward.

“Oh yeah? You make her squirt a lot?” Yunho asked, as if he was making small talk.

“All the time. It’s so fun,” Hongjoong said enthusiastically. “The face she makes is so hot.”

“Better watch her face, then,” Yunho said. That was the only warning before he switched his angle and jamming into her g spot. Seonghwa squealed around Hongjoong’s cock as her eyes crossed and unfocused as he body was assaulted with pleasure. Her knees locked and her mouth fell open as he whole body tensed through a squirting orgasms that she could feel all the way to her fingertips. Hongjoong pulled his cock out of her mouth so she could breathe and stroked it right in front of her eyes.

She slumped in exhaustion as soon as it was over, a pleasant buzz humming through her body. She expected Yunho to just push back in like normal, but he just tapped his cock against her soaking pussy. “Hey Hongjoong.” Hongjoong looked over his shoulder, his eyes dropping to his thick, heavy, dripping length. “Want a taste?”

Seonghwa almost broke the scene to scold him for suggesting something Hongjoong wouldn’t want to do, but to her surprise, Hongjoong didn’t even hesitate before he was moving. Yunho held his cock out for him and Seonghwa watched with wide eyes as Hongjoong got down on all fours and licked it.

“Oh good boy,” Yunho praised him as Hongjoong got bolder and sucked the tip into his mouth. “You like the taste of my wife’s pussy on my cock? That taste good?” Hongjoong hummed and nodded before giving if not the most elegant, the most enthusiastic blowjob he could muster. Seonghwa knew he had an oral fixation, she had no idea how far that went. She laid back and watched her husband’s face as he experienced Hongjoong’s mouth first hand. His eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted, his breaths coming out in little puffs. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.

Hongjoong choked, going too far in his enthusiasm and pushing past what he could handle. Yunho pushed his head back, his cheeks flushed with color. This was clearly affecting him a lot more than he expected. “That was good,” he said breathlessly. “Come on. Help me paint her tits.”

He straddled Seonghwa’s hips and aimed his erection at her heaving chest, the veins standing out strongly in both his hand and his cock, the base of it already starting to swell. “You jerk off a lot right? So you know how to do it?”

“I think so,” Hongjoong said, taking Yunho’s cock into his hand and stroking it the way he stroked his own. “I’ve never done it to someone else.”

“It’s ok. You’re a natural,” Yunho squeezed his forming knot with one hand and fixed Seonghwa with a possessive stare as Hongjoong jerked him off until he came all over her tits with a grunt. “Oh fuck,” Yunho moaned as Seonghwa stuck out her tongue hoping for some of it to land in her mouth. None of it did, but it was all over her chest which she pushed out as Yunho reached down to smear it around. He wiped off the tip of his cock onto her skin before getting off of her with a satisfied huff. “I got them all slick for you,” he smirked.

Hongjoong got the hint immediately, taking his place and pushing her tits together. He moaned softly as he pushed his throbbing cock in between her mounds lubed up with her husband’s cum. He whined and moaned as he gave some quick, jerky thrusts, the chain jingling between her tits.

“Slow it down. Enjoy them,” Yunho said, coming up behind Hongjoong and holding his narrow hips in his hips hands, guiding his thrusts to be more even. “Doesn’t that feel better,” he whispered into his ear making Hongjoong shiver all the way down his body. Seonghwa watched them have a moment as Yunho helped him fuck her as he whispered filth into his ear. Hongjoong’s eyes rolled back as he came hard, shooting cum all over her chest and face.

They took a moment for him to come down before Yunho was unbuckling the cuffs and letting her hands free. He kissed her cheek sweetly, unbothered by the cum splattered on them. “Thank you, sweetheart. That was really fun. Let me get you a towel.”

Seonghwa rubbed her wrists, getting proper blood flow back into her hands. “Not yet,” she said, giving him a loopy smile.

“You’re not done?” Yunho chuckled, smoothing her hair out of her face.

“He wanted to see the pictures,” Seonghwa nuzzled into his hand.

“I’ll go find them,” Yunho easily agreed, getting out of bed to rummage through their closet.

“You ok?” Hongjoong asked earnestly as they sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m great. Thank you baby,” Seonghwa planted a wet kiss on his cheek.

Yunho came back with a small stack of albums and sat next to Hongjoong on the bed. “We started making these when we got married just out of college.”

With Hongjoong’s complete attention on the photobooks, Seonghwa slipped off of the bed and knelt between their legs. She idly listened to Yunho telling the stories behind all of the pictures, pleased that he still remembered so many details from so long ago. She smiled as Hongjoong marveled at what her body looked like decades ago. She saw his dick start to fill out again as they went through the pages.

She leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth, happy that all of the reaction she got was Hongjoong putting a hand in her hair. Not guiding her, just resting it. She switched over to her husband after a few minutes, bobbing her head all the way down until she felt like switching again.

“Does she still have that outfit?” Hongjoong asked, his breath hitching as she sucked him down to the hilt.

“I doubt she could still fit her ass into it,” Yunho chuckled. “This was before she started doing all those squats.”

“She really just got hotter as she aged,” Hongjoong marveled.

“She really did. I’m so lucky,” Yunho agreed, turning the page, going down memory lane.

They’d gone through nearly everything before Hongjoong couldn’t ignore it anymore and gripped Seonghwa’s head hard. “You gunna cum?” Yunho closed the book.

“Y-yes,” Hongjoong panted, his hips jerking off the bed.

“Cum on her face. Make her nice and messy. We’ll add the picture to the book,” Yunho suggested.

“Oh my god,” Hongjoong whined loudly as he pulled his cock from her mouth and quickly jerked himself off. Seonghwa angled her face so the most amount of cum would land on it, repressing the urge to lick it off.

“Ok my turn,” Yunho quickly jerked himself off as well, adding to the load.

He quickly got up to grab the camera and showed Hongjoong how to use the settings. “You can send me whatever you take while I’m gone. I’d appreciate it. Just don’t go back in the history. You never know what you’ll find in there.”

“Yeah, ok,” Hongjoong agreed as Yunho took some lewd shots, directing Seonghwa how to pose.

He put the camera down and gave her an assessing look. “Shower?”

“Shower,” Seonghwa agreed, getting up on wobbly knees.

Yunho ran a hot shower just how she liked it and helped her step in. He stood behind her, gently removed the nipple clamps and ran soap all over her body. Seonghwa leaned back against his firm body and moaned as his hands squeezed her in all the right placed.

“Hey Hongjoong. Get in here and put that mouth to use,” Yunho reached down and rubbed a sudsy finger over her clit.

Hongjoong was kneeling between her legs in an instant, pressing his face to her core. Seonghwa’s moans bounced around the echoey walls of the shower, not bothering to hold anything back. She leaned back against her husband as Hongjoong devoured her cunt with practiced ease. She was cumming in less than a minute, already worked up to the maximum. Her legs gave out as she came down, too tired to stay standing. She let her boys finish cleaning her up before drying her with her thick, fluffy towels. Hongjoong got her favorite robe and wrapped it around her shoulders as Yunho went to make her her favorite tea. She sat between both of them on the bed as Yunho put a sitcom on the tv feeling all of the tension leave her body.

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Yeosang and Jongho talked about everything and nothing. They cuddled close in his bed, giggling as they lay nose to nose, puffs of air tickling the other’s face. Yeosang had never felt so relaxed or carefree in her life. And then it finally came up.

“You said you had a known donor. Is it a friend or like one of the adoptive parents? How does that work?” Jongho asked innocently.

Yeosang sat up abruptly, covering her face as her emotions swung wildly from peace to stress.

“I-I’m sorry,” Jongho sat up with her, rubbing her back. “I didn’t know that was sensitive. I’ll back off.”

“No… I… you should know,” Yeosang stuttered, putting her hands down and taking a deep breath. “I’m still with him.”

“Oh.” Jongho’s hand left her body like he had been burned. Yeosang’s eyes welled up with tears.

“It’s not like that,” Yeosang swallowed hard, already feeling the judgement and rejection piercing her like a knife. “He’s married.”

“How is that better,” Jongho asked, his voice guarded.

“They have an… open situation. And so do we. I didn’t mean to get pregnant,” Yeosang sniffled, looking down at her lap, blocked mostly by her stomach. She wiped her face, looking away. “But it worked out. We found a couple who really wanted a baby and we’re good friends now. I’m probably going to be in their life for a while. Maybe not as a mother but… something. And they want more kids so we have… an arrangement.”

Jongho paused for a long time, making Yeosang feel sick to her stomach. He was clearly taking all that information in. “So… he wouldn’t mind if I asked you to be my girlfriend?”

Yeosang looked at him with shocked, wet eyes, her lip trembling. “What?”

“Is that too soon?” Jongho asked nervously. “Do I need to talk to him or something? What are the rules here?”

“He… doesn’t want to meet you,” Yeosang said with certainty. She knew with her whole heart that she wanted to say yes, but that answer would have consequences she wasn’t prepared for. “I… want to be. I do,” she started, breaking her own heart. “It’s just…”

“Too soon,” Jongho nodded, saying the words she was struggling with. “I understand. I really jumped the gun there,” he chuckled.

Yeosang nodded, every emotion swirling in her hormonal brain.

“Is that why you said I wouldn’t want you?” Jongho asked, his hand returning to her back.

“I’m not the good girl people think I am,” Yeosang said softly.

“I don’t want to offend you,” Jongho laughed softly. “But I was never under that impression.”

Yeosang looked up at him in surprise. “Really?”

“I mean you seemed completely comfortable being in your underwear alone with a strange man right out the gate,” he shrugged. “And then you initiated this on our first date,” he pointed between them. “I didn’t know exactly what I was getting myself into, admittedly, but I was pretty sure I knew who you were.”

“Oh,” Yeosang looked straight ahead. “I guess I’ve changed more than I thought.”

“Since meeting this guy?” Jongho asked.

“Yeah,” Yeosang said.

“Can you tell me about him?” Jongho asked, moving his arm to wrap around her shoulders. She rested her head on his strong shoulder and thought for a second.

“He was the first person who ever noticed me,” she said softly. “I’ve been overlooked and ignored my whole life. I was never asked to any dances or out on any dates. Even my dad barely acknowledged me. And then I meet him. And he’s older and more accomplished and handsome and… he wants me. I mean I’ve never had a crush that ever bothered to engage with me back and when he did.. I didn’t know what to do with myself. But he’s so caring and attentive to me. He's having me stay with him and his wife until the baby is born.”

Jongho nodded, parsing that information. “And he makes you happy?” Yeosang nodded. “Good.”

And that was that. They didn’t talk any more about Yunho or anything close to it until Yeosang’s phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket.

Wooyoung: you still alive?

“I should probably get going,” Yeosang said sadly, responding to his text, giving him the address to pick her up from.

“When will I see you again?” Jongho asked eagerly.

“Soon. I’ll let you know,” Yeosang said genuinely. Jongho gently cupped her face, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. He pulled back looking into her eyes with a smile in his.

“I can’t wait.”

Yeosang walked through the door, anticipating the minefield she would be going back into. She expected Yunho to be standing in the kitchen, crossing his arms and tapping his foot, demanding to know every detail of what she had been doing. But instead she didn’t see anyone. She softly padded through the house until the came upon the living room with Hongjoong playing a handheld game on the couch. “Oh hi,” Hongjoong said, looking up from his game.

“Hi,” Yeosang said, looking around. “Are you home alone?”

“Oh no,” Hongjoong said, shaking his head. “It’s just Yunho and Seonghwa were acting all lovey dovey and I was starting to feel like a third wheel. So I came out here.”

“Oh. Are they?” Yeosang looked toward their bedroom. “They were fighting when I left.”

“We worked it out,” Hongjoong grinned. “Hottest threesome of my life. I mean it was the first, but still.”

Yeosang blinked. “You slept with Yunho?”

“Well, kind of. I sucked his dick. Which I liked more than I thought I would,” Hongjoong said. “Oh shit was I supposed to like ask you about that or something? We don’t really have any rules or anything but…”

“He can do what he wants,” Yeosang shrugged, sitting next to him. “And he will.”

“I, uh, I also have something I need to tell you,” Hongjoong shifted nervously in his seat. “I kind of… well… I… I found the camera.”

Yeosang’s eyes went wide, her face flushing deep red.

“I didn’t know what was on it,” Hongjoong said quickly, chewing his lip anxiously. “But I still… looked at it. All of it.”

“Did you like it?”

“What?”

“The pictures. The videos. Did you like them?” Yeosang asked, more curious about that then the embarrassment of being seen in such a state.

“Well… I mean yeah,” Hongjoong had a hard time making eye contact with her. “I’m a simple guy. I didn’t think I liked pregnant chicks but now I’m kind of bummed I can’t get Seonghwa pregnant,” he laughed nervously. “But I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again. That was like way out of line.”

“No it’s ok,” Yeosang said, feeling surprisingly unbothered by the whole thing. In fact she felt flattered by how much he liked it. “You really thought it was sexy?”

“Oh my god, yeah,” Hongjoong said emphatically. “It was so hot. Do your tits have milk in them yet?”

“Not yet,” Yeosang nervously giggled. “They’re just really swollen right now. They’re not usually nearly this big.”

Before Hongjoong could respond, Yunho stepped out, wrapped up in his bathroom, slippers on his feet. “Oh. You’re back.”

“Yes,” Yeosang said, bracing herself for backlash.

“Can we talk?” Yunho inclined his head toward the guest bedroom.

“Yeah. Sure,” Yeosang got up, wiping her sweaty hands on her pants as she followed him into her room. He closed the door behind them and gestured to the bed which she sat on stiffly.

Yunho sighed as he sat next to her. “Hwa got my head on straight,” he finally said, taking her hand. “I was being a dick. I’m sorry.”

Yeosang looked at him in shock, not expecting those words at all. “Oh no I… it’s…”

“You can do what you want. I get it. I don’t own you. I just feel this… protectiveness for you,” he said, putting a hand on her stomach, looking into her eyes in the way that always had her melting. “I don’t want anyone to take advantage of you.”

“Like you did?” Yeosang asked, stunning him into silence. She was feeling brave. Braver than she ever had. She wasn’t alone anymore.

“Yes. I did,” Yunho finally found his words. “So I know how easy it was.”

Yeosang felt like she was talking to the real Yunho for the first time. “Do you even like me? Or was I just easy?” she asked, voicing the question that had been plaguing her since this all began.

“Can it be both?” Yunho answered. “I wouldn’t have stayed this long if I didn’t like you. I wouldn’t have invited you to my home if I didn’t like you. I wouldn’t be planning more pregnancies with you if I didn’t like you.”

Yeosang blushed. “I like you too,” she admitted. “I know I shouldn’t… but I do.” She steeled herself for the next question. “How many other girls have you been with since this started?”

“I know you’re not going to believe me,” Yunho chuckled. “But genuinely, the only women I’ve been with are you and my wife. Between the two of you, I’m not exactly left wanting for anything. And I try to only deal with one pregnant lady at a time.”

“You’re right. I don’t believe you,” Yeosang said sadly, though there was a tiny bit of hope in her that wanted to.

“Well, how many men have you fucked since I took your virginity?” Yunho threw back at her.

“One,” Yeosang said honestly.

“Just now?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Yunho’s brow creased.

“Because I like him too,” Yeosang answered.

Yunho got up and started pacing, clearly agitated. “Does he know?”

“Yes.”

“Does he want you to leave me?” Yunho looked down at her, that fear evident in his eyes.

“No.” Yeosang said simply. “He respects me.”

“I bet he does,” Yunho scoffed. “How many dates did you go on before he fucked you?”

“One,” Yeosang looked down at her feet. “But it was me who asked to.”

“I really should have known,” Yunho sighed, shaking his head. “I have enough experience with one slut. I should expect it with two.”

Yeosang sank back into herself. Her resolve waning. The bed dipped as he sat back down next to her. “I’m sorry,” she said, desperately trying to smooth this over. “I’m not leaving you.”

“I know you won’t Babygirl,” Yunho said, holding her chin between two long fingers and tilting her face up to meet his.

“Can we… work something out?” Yeosang asked, desperately searching his eyes. “I mean we’re together all the time at work, but the time we’re not working you’re here with your wife. Can’t I have someone I go home to?” She chewed her lip, knowing how much was at stake here. She knew he’d done this with flight attendants in the past. And she knew she’d never met them. All of her preferential treatment, maybe even her whole job was hanging in the balance.

“One condition,” Yunho said after a tense pause. He ran his palm over her stomach that was swollen with his child. “I want the next one to be actually mine. I don’t want you spreading your legs for anyone else until you’re knocked up again. Think you can manage that?”

“Yes,” Yeosang agreed easily. It was the easiest condition in the world.

“Ok,” Yunho got up.

“Where are you going?” Yeosang asked, feeling small and vulnerable.

Yunho looked back at her as he locked the door. “Nowhere.” Yeosang shivered as he slowly walked back toward her. He bent down and tenderly kissed her, slowly leaning her back until she laid flat on the bed. She hooked a leg over his hip, sighing against his lips. “No, no, Babygirl,” Yunho reached behind him and put her leg back down. “Only good girls get fucked. And you weren’t very good today, were you?”

Yeosang whimpered as Yunho slowly stripped her clothes off, running his fingertips over every inch of her body. He laid down next to her, groping her ass as he lightly sucked a nipple into his mouth, turning her on so much it hurt. “Daddy?” she asked, hoping to pull at his heartstrings to give her what she wanted. “Please?”

“I said no baby,” Yunho said gently, moving up to kiss her mouth. “But you know I can’t resist you for long. I’ll fuck you in the morning, hm? You can wait that long, right?”

Yeosang buried her face in his chest and pouted, but nodded anyway. If this was the worst that came from what she just did, she could deal with it. “Hongjoong told me he sucked your dick,” she mumbled.

“He’s surprisingly good at it,” Yunho said, taking her words in stride. “And he had some things to make up for.”

“Yeah. He told me,” Yeosang said. “He said he liked it.”

“Where is this going, Yeosang?” Yunho raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well if you had sex with him…”

“You are really set on pushing your luck today, aren’t you,” Yunho sighed, rolling onto his back.

“Nevermind,” Yeosang shut herself up before she said anything that upset him more.

“Fine. Whatever. But if he hurts you I’ll skin him alive. And you tell him I said that,” Yunho grumbled, pulling her back into his arms.

Yeosang smiled, nuzzling closer to him. They still weren’t equals perse, but she had more power now. She wasn’t nearly confident enough to play the games Seonghwa did with him, but she could at least ask for what she wanted. And that was good enough. For now.

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Yeosang woke up more hot and bothered than she’d ever been in her life. She’d gotten used to having morning sex with Yunho and combined with being denied yesterday, her body was begging for release. Yunho was sprawled on his back, his loud snoring even louder with her head on his chest.

She ran her hand down his unconscious body, surprised to find him still soft. She rubbed him a bit, hoping to get something going, but his body just wasn’t responding. She huffed and pulled the blankets back some to crawl under them, pulling his boxers down to free his length. She squeezed her thighs together, wanting that inside her so bad it hurt. She licked and sucked his cock until it started to finally fill out, though Yunho’s snores never stopped.

It took her a while to get it fully hard. She knew she wasn’t amazing at blowjobs, but she did her best. And Yunho mostly just got off to seeing her struggle to take him, which he currently wasn’t consciously witnessing. She pouted, upset that she hadn’t gotten actually good at this in all her time trying to learn, though Yunho never once complained. She worried what Jongho would think of it.

Yunho’s snored finally stopped as he stirred and grunted, his heavy, tired hand blindly coming to rest on her hair under the blanket. “Fuck, Hwa,” he mumbled, clearly only barely awake. He pulled the blanket up and blinked his eyes a couple times when he saw Yeosang, finally processing what was happening. “Good morning, baby girl,” he smiled, petting her hair. “What a wonderful way to wake up. Are we apologizing for yesterday?” Yeosang pushed up to answer him but was only pushed down by his hand. “I forgive you,” he sighed, leaning his head back on the pillow. “Just keep doing that with your tongue. Yes that. Fuck.”

Yeosang tried to pull off multiple times to initiate sex. She was soaking her underwear with slick and was sure her pajama pants were stained with it as well. She was grinding her hips down on the mattress, just begging for friction. She whined around him, trying to get his attention, but he was still half asleep and in his own little world.

Her heart sank when she saw his knot start to inflate, almost ignoring it out of spite but still feeling insecure about her skills. She wrapped her hands around it, putting pressure on it just like he always told her to as she tasted his cum coat her tongue. He grunted as his hips twitched off the bed, his thick cum filling her mouth until he finally went slack. She held it in her mouth the way he liked and sat up, opening her mouth to show him, but he had already fallen back asleep. She closed her mouth, now fully angry. She spit the cum out into a tissue, threw it at his sleeping body and left the room.

She quietly opened the master bedroom door to find Seonghwa and Hongjoong snuggled naked together, Hongjoong’s face completely hidden in Seonghwa’s chest. She stood in the doorway feeling hormonal and vulnerable, not wanting to wake them up, but not wanting to be alone with her swirling feelings. She softly started crying, too overwhelmed to decide one way or the other. Seonghwa stirred, her eyes blearily blinking open to look at her. “Oh baby,” she said in a quiet voice, quickly sitting up. Hongjoong was jostled awake, confused as to why his warm pillows were taken away. “Come here. What’s wrong?” she held an arm out, pulling over a pillow so she could sit up with her.

Yeosang padded over to her and crawled into bed beside her, leaning against her tearily. She didn’t know what to say. Her reasons sounded stupid and petty in her head and she didn’t want to say them out loud. So she just cried into her chest as Seonghwa held her, rocking back and forth and brushing her fingers through her hair. She was upset her mouth tasted like cum and she was uncomfortably wet and her needs weren’t met even though the thing she’d initiate was a blowjob and that’s all it ended up being and Yunho wasn’t even conscious enough to realize that wasn’t what she wanted and would have absolutely given her what she needed had he known just like he always did. But they’d had their first real fight yesterday and it didn’t feel resolved and she was worried about their future and didn’t even know what she wanted anymore. Her sobs increased in volume and severity until she was completely spent, her raging hormones feeling fully drained from her.

She sniffled against Seonghwa’s skin, nuzzling into the warmth of it as Seonghwa handed her some tissues to blow her nose into and dry her face. “Does that feel better?” she said soothingly, rubbing her back.

Yeosang nodded pathetically, loudly blowing her nose. “I’m sorry. I’m just being pregnant and dramatic,” she mumbled into her tissue.

“Did my husband upset you?” she asked shrewdly, narrowing her eyes.

“He didn’t mean to,” Yeosang defended, knowing he would hear about it later. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at her. “Really. He didn’t.” She glanced at Hongjoong who was awkwardly sitting on the other side of Seonghwa, not knowing where to look or what to do with his hands. She felt bad. He also probably wanted sex this morning and she was getting in the way of it. “I just… I wanted sex and… it’s fine. He was just too tired to notice. It’s not a big deal at all and I should just go.” She started to get out of bed, but Seonghwa put a hand on her arm to stop her.

“Do you still want sex or did that ruin it for you?” she asked, nonjudgmentally.

Yeosang nodded, her lips protruding into a pout.

“Which is it baby?” Seonghwa urged with an endeared smile.

“I still want it,” Yeosang looked down only to accidentally make eye contact with Seonghwa’s tits, unable to look away.

Seonghwa put a finger under Yeosang’s chin and raised her face, forcing her to look up with much difficulty. “What do you want?”

Yeosang pressed her lips together, her eyes unconsciously darting to Hongjoong. The answer was she wanted dick, but Seonghwa didn’t have one of those and it felt weird to ask for Hongjoong’s. She didn’t really know how he felt about her. She didn’t know how she felt about him. Sure, the thought about him looking at her pictures made her skin hot and the thought of him getting off to them only made it hotter.

Seonghwa looked between the two of them with a knowing expression. “Do you want Hongjoong to fuck you, sweetheart?”

Yeosang averted her eyes and bit her lip before shy nodding. “Can I?” Hongjoong asked, his voice much more eager than Yeosang had expected.

“I’m not the one to ask, baby,” Seonghwa sweetly chided him.

“Right. Fuck. Sorry. Right. Can I, Yeosang? Do you want me to?” Hongjoong awkwardly rambled, wringing his hands. “Wait. What will Yunho think?”

“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks,” Yeosang said with more venom than she intended.

Seonghwa’s face split into a large, proud smile. “Come here, sweetheart,” she pulled Yeosang into her lap, connecting their lips. Hongjoong gawked at them as they sloppily made out. Yeosang whined into her mouth, her pulsing cunt too needy to ignore anymore. She tried to grind into her lap only to find no friction. Seonghwa turned her around in her lap. “Hands up, baby,” she said, pulling her shirt over her head.

Yeosang flushed deeply as her belly and tits were exposed to Hongjoong’s eager eyes. He’d gotten up from his spot next to Seonghwa and was kneeling in front of them, his dick rock hard and standing straight up. She wondered how long it had been like that. His eyes were locked on her heavy, swollen tits, his hands twitching by his sides.

“You like these?” Seonghwa teased, cupping them.

Hongjoong dumbly nodded, his mouth hanging open.

“Can he taste them, baby?” Seonghwa asked her, giving her a sweet peck on the cheek.

Yeosang dumbly nodded, her mouth hanging open.

“Here, baby. Gentle. They’re very sensitive,” Seonghwa urged Hongjoong forward. He carefully leaned over her, looking up from her tits to her face.

He made eye contact with her as he stuck his tongue out and licked over her soft nipple, the tip of his tongue teasing it until it hardened. Yeosang was instantly shaking. She was so worked up and so sensitive it overwhelmed her. She rested her head back on Seonghwa’s shoulder and thrust her chest out as Hongjoong latched onto her nipple and very gently sucked it, flicking his tongue over it. Her cunt pulsed strongly. She didn’t bother to hold back her loud moans. His hard cock was pressing against her burning hot, soaking wet cunt with too many layers separating them, but she couldn’t get her mouth to form words to communicate that. All she could do was sigh and moan and whine as Hongjoong massaged her tits and used his expert mouth on her. She clutched the back of his head as her pussy started to pulse more and harder until she gasped. She cried out as she came completely untouched just from having her tits sucked. Her hips bucked off the bed as she rode out the most confusing orgasm of her life.

She panted hard as she came down from it, trembling all over until Hongjoong made a strange sound in the back of his throat and finally pulled back from her spit soaked nipple. They made confused eye contact for a few seconds and Hongjoong swallowed. “You sure you’re not making milk yet?”

Yeosang’s eyes went wide. That wasn’t what she was expecting him to ask at all. “Um… I thought so,” she said quietly, looking down at her chest. Hongjoong cupped her breast and massaged around the nipple, gently squeezing until a drop of milk leaked out. “Oh.”

“Can I drink it? Would that be weird?” Hongjoong asked, licking his lips. “I didn’t get a good taste. I’ve always wanted to. Well, I guess I did when I was a baby but, you know I don’t remember it but I really want to now,” he rambled. “I’m not taking it from the baby, he’s not here yet. I won’t once he needs it and all, but now…”

“Go ahead,” Yeosang giggled.

Hongjoong dove back in, massaging her tit and sucking to get as much milk out as he could, switching from nipple to nipple as they both started to leak. He moaned obscenely into her chest at the taste. Seonghwa tapped his shoulder. “Come here, sweetheart. Let me taste too.” Hongjoong lurched upward, connecting their lips, sharing the taste of her milk between them. Seonghwa smiled and pulled away. “Thank you, baby. That’s delicious.”

Yeosang flushed with pride and with arousal, her pants absolutely soaked at this point. She finally had enough presence of mind to do something about it. She nearly kicked Hongjoong as she shooed him out of the way so she could rip her last remaining clothing off. She spread her legs, showing him her hot, dripping wet cunt that was aching for attention.

“She gave you her milk, baby so now you have to give her yours,” Seonghwa urged him. “She’s been waiting so patiently for cock this whole time.”

Hongjoong nodded along, gripping his cock at the base and rubbing it around in her copious slick. He paused with it right at her entrance making her whine in frustration. “Can I ask a stupid question?”

“What?” Yeosang asked, failing to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

“I’m… not going to like… poke the baby’s head or anything am I?” Hongjoong asked in a timid, embarrassed voice.

Seonghwa was clearly holding back a laugh from the way her breathing changed but Yeosang just shook her head. “No. He’s very protected,” she said, trying not to make him feel too bad.

“Oh. Good. Thanks,” Hongjoong recovered quickly, both of them too horny to really dwell on it. He lined himself up again and finally pushed inside. They both moaned loudly as he quickly pressed flush against her, her pussy sucking him inside.

Yeosang squeezed around him. He was definitely the smallest she’d had inside her yet, but it wasn’t in a bad way. He was able to jab just right at her g spot in a way Yunho and Jongho couldn’t. They filled every available inch and then some, but Hongjoong had more wiggle room. She huffed the longer he just sat there. “Y-you can move,” she said, not wanting to imply that he wasn’t big enough for her to need to adjust to.

“I’ll cum,” Hongjoong said with his eyes screwed shut in concentration. “Sorry. I… I just need a sec.”

Yeosang giggled, looking over her shoulder at Seonghwa’s pleased expression. Seonghwa reached her hand down between her legs and started rubbing her clit to give her some relief while she waited, though the way Yeosang twitched and tensed only made it harder for Hongjoong as he moaned through gritted teeth. He eventually couldn’t hold back anymore and jobbed forward, leaning over her to suck her milky tits back into his mouth as he slid his cock in and out of her, moaning like it was his first day in heaven.

He predictably didn’t last long. He gasped into her chest and shoved his cock in deep, his knot ballooning quickly and locking them together. He groaned as he came, his hips jerking in little thrusts as he coated her insides in hot cum. Seonghwa rubbed her clit faster, locking eyes with her with a hungry look that had Yeosang falling apart in seconds. She cried out as she came on Hongjoong’s knot, milking it for all it was worth. Both of their eyes rolled up as pleasure rippled through her and into him.

“That’s my good babies,” Seonghwa said, petting Yeosang’s head and then Hongjoong’s.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Yeosang mumbled without thinking. Her eyes flew open, realizing when she said.

Seonghwa just smiled and kissed her. “You’re welcome,” she said silkily.

Hongjoong pulled out slowly once his knot went down and dove headfirst between her legs as soon as his cum started leaking out of her. Yeosang whined, oversensitive and tired after two orgasms, but not pushing him away. His mouth was incredible, pushing deep inside her, devouring her.

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa scolded, making him look up, slick and cum coating his lips. “You’re not going to share?”

“I-I can,” Hongjoong stuttered as Seonghwa moved from behind Yeosang, laying her back against the pillows as she joined Hongjoong between her legs. Yeosang bemoaned the fact that her belly was in the way so she couldn’t see the two of them making out over her pussy. She jumped every time one of them took over eating her out as the other kissed and nipped her inner thighs. Seonghwa’s tongue was so much longer than Hongjoong’s and plunged in so much deeper. All Yeosang could do was lay back and writhe on the bed as the two of them ate their fill of her until she felt her third orgasm start to build. Hongjoong was firmly flicking his tongue over her clit as Seonghwa’s fingers slid in and prodded her g spot until she finally arced off the bed, her pussy spasming as she came so hard her vision went spotty.

She lay back, panting up at the ceiling as all of the tension left her body. Seonghwa snuggled up to one side as Hongjoong curled up against her other. Seonghwa tipped her head toward her so she could get a taste of her own pussy on her tongue. She moaned softly, too tired to do anything but lay there and enjoy it. She then tilted her head the other way. Yeosang looked at Hongjoong and parted her lips without even thinking about it. He didn’t hesitate to push his tongue into her mouth, kissing her with as much skill as he ate her out with.

“I’m going to make breakfast. You two just relax in here,” Seonghwa smiled as she slipped out of bed, softly closing the door behind her.

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Yunho woke up alone. He checked the time. It was a bit later than he usually got up. Yeosang must have already started her day. He sighed heavily. He’d hoped to have some quick morning sex, but that was fine. It wasn’t hard to get her in the mood. He rolled out of bed heavily and stretched his aching muscles. He hated how much it hurt just to get out of bed the older he got.

He grinned to himself as he walked out of the room to find his gorgeous wife cooking naked in the kitchen, just how he liked her. The apron tied around her waist only made her look more nude. If he wasn’t rock hard before, he was now.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slim waist, leaning into her neck and breathing in her scent. He pressed his hardon against her full ass. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured.

“You took your sleeping pills last night, didn’t you,” Seonghwa raised her eyebrows at him.

“Yeah. My back was hurting and I couldn’t sleep,” Yunho said slowly. “Why?”

“Yeosang’s mad at you,” Seonghwa smirked.

“Why?” Yunho repeated with more urgency, his heart hammering in his chest. What happened last night?

“She had to come to me for some relief,” Seonghwa said silkily. “Well… us.”

Yunho stood there, dumbfounded. “Wait… I… fucking seriously?” he huffed, trying to process that information. Had she really fucked Hongjoong? How? Did she like it? He was losing control of her and he didn’t like it. He really didn’t like it.

“Tread lightly,” Seonghwa warned. “The girl is very pregnant and very emotional. Anything could be her last straw. Take her out today. Make her feel special. Make it up to her tonight. You are never going to find a girl like her again. If you lose her, I lose her.” She gave him a sharp look. “So fix this.”

“I will,” Yunho stepped back and rubbed his face. He tried to think of everything he could do. She liked stereotypical romantic stuff. He’d gotten her flowers and taken her to nice restaurants and taken her shopping plenty of times when they were out of town for work. But would that work anymore? Her new boyfriend could do all that.

“Also her milk came in,” Seonghwa said as if it was nothing as she turned the sausage patties over in the pan.

He sat heavily at the kitchen table, his head in his hands, trying to think of any other way to fix everything. He should have fucked her last night. Punishing her for doing something he didn’t like would only push her away. He needed to prove to her he was worth staying for. Seonghwa came up behind him and put a plate of food on the table in front of him, placing a kiss on his cheek. He leaned back as she started to rub his stiff shoulders, pushing the delicious smelling food around on the plate. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“I do,” Seonghwa said confidently.

“So why do you stay with me?”

Seonghwa paused before sitting next to him at the table, clearly thinking. “Because there’s no downsides,” she finally said.

“I’m serious, Hwa,” he gave her a look.

“So am I,” Seonghwa laughed. “The money is good, the sex is amazing, I can do whatever I want. I’m happy so I stay. Yeah, you’re kind of fucked up, but I enjoy that too.”

“Why would she stay?” he asked, glancing toward the bedroom door. “She’s always been able to have whoever she wanted, but she knows that now. What am I going to do?”

“I think you’re being very dramatic,” Seonghwa rolled her eyes. “You have a breeding kink. She likes being bred. Be nicer to her and she’ll stay. Let her have her boyfriends on the side to fill all the needs you either can’t or don’t want to.”

Yunho took her hand and sighed. “Why are you always right? It’s annoying.”

“I can’t help it,” Seonghwa shrugged, smiling.

It was weird but finally bringing their affairs home and out in the open had made them closer than ever. They were no longer dancing around such huge parts of their lives, they could finally just come clean. “I didn’t mean to get the first girl pregnant.”

“Is that so,” Seonghwa said, her face loudly saying she didn’t believe him.

“Well, not really,” Yunho averted his eyes. “I didn’t ask if she was on birth control, but I assumed she was since she had no questions about us doing it raw. And, you know, I kind of hoped she wasn’t. That… risk made it so much hotter. More exciting you know? It was thrilling to be doing something I shouldn’t, but to know I could also be knocking her up? It was addicting. I thought about it all the time after I flew away, wondering if it took. But it’s not like I left her my number or anything. But she tracked me down anyway. She lived in one of my more frequent stops so I saw her a few more times until the kid was born. Then she didn’t really want anything to do with me past the child support and honestly neither did I. But I just couldn’t stop chasing that thrill again. It really never had anything to do with you. I hope you never thought it was because you were infertile.”

“I wasn’t,” Seonghwa said, making Yunho’s whole brain stop working. “Since we’re being honest now.”

“But… you,” Yunho couldn’t fathom what she was saying. He saw her health problems. He was there for them. They had enough sex in their first couple years of marriage that it was impossible for her not to have gotten pregnant through all that. What was going on?

“I was having very adverse reactions to birth control,” Seonghwa admitted.

“You told me you weren’t on it,” was the only thing he could say.

“Because I liked how riled up it made you to think you could be getting me pregnant,” Seonghwa explained. “But did you really think I was going to stay at home getting pumped full of kid after kid while my husband was on the other side of the country most of the month? Can you really see me being a mostly single mother? Can you see me ever wanting that life?” she said like it was obvious. “After I tried every kind of birth control, I finally just got my tubes tied. No more side effects.”

Yunho sat with that information for a while. “Well,” he said, finally taking a bite of his cold breakfast. “I’m glad we’re finally talking about this now.”

“Me too,” Seonghwa said, both of them surprised and relieved that this wasn’t a bigger fight. It wasn’t the jealous kind that would lead to angry, kinky sex. It was the kind that could have ended things.

“Anything else you’ve been keeping from me?” Yunho asked, not angry, just curious.

“Just the fun stuff,” Seonghwa shrugged.

“Like?”

“One of my flings took me to a college gangbang,” Seonghwa thought back. “The experience was pretty fun, though not one of those boys was able to make me cum even though I was absolutely covered in it.”

Yunho made a face, trying to find the fun in that. “You got tested after that, right?”

“Many times, yes,” Seonghwa rolled her eyes. “Anything else you want to confess?”

“I think I might be a little bisexual,” Yunho said, still not really coming to terms with it himself.

“Oh honey,” Seonghwa rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand. “I know.”

“What? For how long?” Yunho scoffed.

“Remember that house warming party we went to and you had a few too many margaritas and started telling me all about how the host’s son looked like a gay porn star you used to watch?” Seonghwa said.

“No,” Yunho’s face flushed a deep red. He’d just watched a little gay porn. He was curious what all the fuss was about. And the guy really did look like him. “I don’t even watch porn that often, let alone gay porn,” he felt the need to defend himself.

“It’s fine,” Seonghwa chuckled. “I like them both too.”

“Yeah, but that’s hot,” Yunho said like it was obvious.

“You don’t think I wouldn’t find it incredibly hot to see you balls deep in Hongjoong?” Seonghwa clicked her tongue at him. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Yunho malfunctioned at that image alone. He shoved it aside for the time being. “Anyway,” he shook his head, letting her win like always. “If I’m taking Yeosang out I should get ready.”

“I’ll bring breakfast in for them,” Seonghwa got up from the table and Yunho couldn’t help but pinch her ass as she walked past him. She smirked at him over her shoulder. “Wear those jeans I like. She can’t dump an ass as fine as yours.” Yunho just chuckled and shook his head as he left to go hop in the shower.

Yunho walked with his arm low around Yeosang’s waist as they took a stroll through the botanical gardens. He couldn’t stop looking down at her. She was absolutely beautiful with her flowy sundress blowing in the breeze and her perfect hair shining in the sunlight. He’d tucked a flower from Seonghwa’s garden behind her ear before they left and she kept brushing her fingers over it and giving little blushy smiles that made his heart jump.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked, enamored.

Yeosang just giggled, looking down. “Oh I don’t know,” she murmured, leaning against his side.

He pulled her closer and kissed her sun warmed hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. It was finally hitting him just how much he liked her. How much he needed her to stay with him. “I’m sorry about this morning,” he said softly. “I don’t even know what happened, but Hwa said you were upset. I get pretty out of it on my sleeping pills.”

“I didn’t know you took those,” Yeosang looked up, her eyes full of sudden understanding.

“I usually don’t,” Yunho shook his head with a sigh. “I’m not allowed to fly the next day, so I only occasionally take them when I’m at home.”

“Oh,” Yeosang’s eyebrows pinched together, a guilty look on her face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“What did you do?” Yunho asked, trying to sound as nonjudgmental as possible.

“I had sex with Seonghwa and Hongjoong instead,” Yeosang mumbled, looking away.

Yunho stopped walking and put a finger under her chin, lifting her face to look at him. “Did you enjoy it?” he asked, shoving down the possessive feelings in his gut. Yeosang nodded, her lips pouting adorably. He couldn’t help but softly kiss her. “That’s ok, baby,” he made himself say.

“Really?” Yeosang looked up at him with big, wet eyes.

“I don’t know why I keep thinking I can control my women,” Yunho chuckled. “I never could. All I can do is try to be worthy enough to be one of the men worth staying for. Will you let me try?” Yeosang nodded again, her expression serious. “What’s with that face, Babygirl?”

“Can we be honest with each other? Please?” she asked earnestly.

Yunho hesitated. “Of course,” he said cordially, trying to compensate for the pause. “What do you want to say?”

“I’m in love with you,” Yeosang admitted, her eyes searching his desperately. “I have been since the day we met. And I know it’s wrong. You’re married. You’re married to someone amazing. And you love her. I see that. And I see why. And I’d never want you to leave her. I just… would you stay with me if I wasn’t pregnant? Would you even want me? What am I to you?”

Yunho realized his mouth was hanging open and closed it quickly. It was a lot to take in. “Is that why you want more?” Yunho asked, not able to process everything at once. “To keep me?”

“It’s… part of it,” Yeosang chewed her lip. “But I also do like it,” she blushed deeply. “I like having a part of you growing inside me. I like how happy it makes you. I like being able to give people I care about the family they’ve always wanted. There are a lot of parts.”

Yunho’s heart hammered hard in his chest, feelings bubbling up in him that he’d rather not confront. “How did I manage to find two of the most perfect women in the world in such different ways?” Yunho whispered, his lips inches from hers. “How could someone like you love a scumbag like me?”

“I can’t help it,” Yeosang whispered back.

“I can’t either,” Yunho said before he’d even really processed the feelings swirling in his gut. He didn’t think he loved her before. He felt something, though. Something strong and possessive and nearly obsessive. It was different than what he felt for his wife, and that was definitely love. But maybe this was love too. Maybe it just felt different with someone else. He held her close and kissed her softly at first. She stood on her toes and sighed softly against his mouth, both of them feeling the connection. The relief. He deepened the kiss, needing more of her.

They broke apart when they heard another couple round the corner, both of them flushed and panting. He held her hand and quickly led her back to the car, opening the back seat instead of the front. “I don’t want to wait until we get home,” he said, the desperation leaking into his voice. She got in, dragging him behind her. She laid on her back, her lightly curled blonde hair laying out around her head like a halo. She pulled him down on top of her, both of them giggling like college students sneaking around. He kicked the door closed and kissed her fiercely.

He reached down between her legs, pulling her dress up and her panties to the side grinning against her lips when he felt how soaking wet she felt. He ate up her little moans as he quickly filled her with his fingers, needing to be inside her as quickly as possible.

She wrapped her legs around him as he pushed inside. He wasn’t trying to last long or be impressive in any way. He just… needed this. They both did. They rut against each other desperately, panting heavily into each other’s mouths. He came inside her, the adrenaline and the heat of the moment fueling him on. He looked down at her, running his fingers through her hair. “I’ll be better for you. I promise,” he whispered, completely caught up in the moment.

“Stay with me forever?” Yeosang asked, blinking her big, perfect eyes up at him.

“For as long as you’ll have me,” he smiled.

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Jongho nearly walked directly into his coworker as he pulled his phone out for the hundredth time that day, feeling the phantom vibration of a text that hadn’t come yet. “What the fuck has gotten into you?” his coworker scolded him, grabbing the phone out of his hand.

“Give that back!” Jongho yelled a lot louder than he meant to, snatching his phone back.

“What? Your girlfriend’s nudes on there or something?” his coworker snickered at him.

Jongho didn’t answer him, just stalking off. He knew it had only been three days since his first date with Yeosang. He knew that was a very normal window to wait for a second date. But he couldn’t wait. It was killing him. He needed to see her again.

He knew he was being a bit delusional. He’d only seen her twice. And both times she was waving red flags directly into his face. And it wasn’t like he was choosing to ignore them. He saw them very clearly. He just couldn’t find it anywhere in his body to care.

He’d had girlfriends in the past, but nothing had felt like this. His past relationships had been nice. A comfortable partnership that never really worked out for one reason or another. Nothing dramatic. Yeosang was different. He didn’t know why she had completely captured him, but she had. Maybe it was her beautiful eyes or her precious smile or her selfless attitude or her sex drive that possibly rivaled his own. He was fascinated by her.

He had done nothing but think through every single detail of their first date. He wished it had been longer. He wished he’d invited her to stay the night. To stay forever. But that would be insane. He was acting insane.

He sighed and rested his forehead against a pallet of boxes he was supposed to be moving. His biggest regret was that he’d managed to have sex with her without seeing her naked at all. He never even got to look at the pussy he came inside. He got hard again just from thinking about it. And he felt like a pervert for it. He’d never seen a pregnant person naked before and he was beyond curious, but also it was Yeosang. Everything about her was beautiful. He couldn’t believe he jumped the gun and didn’t give himself the opportunity to see every inch of her. And now he may never get the chance. Did she have stretch marks? Where were they? How would they feel on his tongue? What did her tits look like? Would they be firm and swollen? Was she producing milk yet? Was he the kind of guy who would be into that sort of thing? He shook his head. He needed to snap out of it.

They’d texted a little bit but hadn’t made any plans on when to see each other next. He didn’t know if she was being a bit cagy about it because she didn’t really want to or if it had something to do with her baby daddy. She’d been very certain that he didn’t want to meet him. Was he stopping her from seeing him again? Were they not as open as Yeosang led him to believe? Was she having some kind of affair? No. Surely not. Why would she lie about getting pregnant from a married man? The rest must be true too. He just had to be patient. He put his phone in his pocket determined to ignore it until the end of his shift.

It buzzed. His hand flew to his pocket to check.

Yeosang- Are you free tonight?

Jongho- I am! Would you like to come to my place? I’ll make us dinner.

Yeosang- That sounds lovely!

Jongho had to stop himself from giggling and jumping up and down. He would never live it down. He put his phone back in his pocket, smiling from ear to ear. He didn’t skip to his manager’s office no matter how much he wanted to, walking at as even a pace as he could. “Hey. I need to leave early today,” he said, poking his head in to see his manager watching sport on his phone with his feet propped up on his desk.

“Why?” his manager raised his eyebrow, peering over the screen.

“I worked enough overtime this week to more than cover it,” Jongho rolled his eyes.

“Fine. But why?” his manager’s expression didn’t change.

“I’m trying to get laid,” Jongho admitted.

“Oh. Why didn’t you say so,” his manager chuckled, sitting up in his chair. “Take tomorrow too. I don’t give a shit. We’re way ahead of schedule.”

“You’re the best,” Jongho smiled.

“Don’t you fucking forget it,” his manager smirked at him.

Jongho rushed to the grocery store to grab ingredients for one of the few meals he knew he could nail. He was nearly vibrating with excitement as he prepared the pasta dish just the way his mom taught him until his doorbell buzzed. He quickly checked the mirror and collected himself before he rushed out to greet her.

Yeosang stood in his doorway looking absolutely radiant. She was in a cute yellow dress with some light makeup. He stared at her lips covered in pale pink lip gloss with kissherkissherkissherkissher screaming in his head. He snapped himself out of it, stepping aside. “Come on in,” he smiled, hoping with all his might that it wasn’t obvious how hard he was just from setting eyes on her. He repeated to himself over and over to stop being weird. Don’t ruin this. Don’t scare her away by being a freaky pervert.

“It smells amazing in here,” Yeosang grinned, stepping inside, bending over to unstrap her flats by the door.

“Thank you. Oh hey. I got it. You don’t have to bend,” Jongho said, kneeling by her feet to undo her shoes. He lightly held her ankle as he freed each of her feet like he was handling porcelain.

“Thank you,” Yeosang giggled, shyly covering her precious smile with her hand.

Jongho blushed, straightening up quickly and leading her to his small kitchen table. “I did some research into what pregnant people can’t eat. They say you can’t eat lunch meat. But like does chicken count? It’s cooked thoroughly. I’m pretty sure it’s fine. But if it isn’t I can make something else,” he couldn’t stop himself from rambling.

“Yes, I can eat chicken,” Yeosang smiled at him, slowly easing herself into the offered chair. “I love chicken.”

“Oh good,” Jongho sighed in relief, rushing back to the kitchen. “It’s almost done. Just a couple more minutes.”

He served both of them, hesitating between sitting across from her or sitting next to her. He wanted to be as close as possible, but he also wanted to look at her. He decided to sit on the other side of the table. It would be better for his self-control anyway.

“This is delicious,” Yeosang exclaimed after taking her first bite. She had a bit of sauce on her lip. He wanted to lick it off. Stop it.

“Thank you. It’s my mom’s recipe,” Jongho grinned. “She taught me how to cook.”

“I had to teach myself,” Yeosang sighed. “My mom was more proficient with the microwave. And my dad never really ate dinner with us. And I’m not usually somewhere with a kitchen anyway so I don’t exactly get to practice.” Yeosang blushed and looked down. “What I’m saying is I’m a terrible cook.”

“That’s fine. I like cooking,” Jongho said, taking it in stride. “My mom really hammered into me that if I wanted well cooked meals and a clean home that I would have to learn to do it myself and to never expect a woman to do it for me,” he chuckled.

“She sounds like a lovely woman,” Yeosang said, dreamily resting her chin on her hand. “Do you still see her often?”

“Oh all the time,” Jongho nodded. “She sacrificed a lot to raise me on her own so I try to go help her out whenever I can. It’s the least I can do.”

“My mom is… less than pleased with me,” Yeosang sighed, frowning down at her food. “She doesn’t agree with my choices and still feels like she has a right to decide what happens to my baby. She wants to name him and she wants a member of the family to adopt him and she wants me to never have any more,” she trailed off. She took another bite of her food. “I’m sorry. I don’t have to talk about this.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Jongho reached across the table to hold her hand. It was so soft and warm. “I’m glad you’re still making the best choices for you. It’s your body and your life.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Yeosang looked down at their hands, squeezing his. “It really doesn’t bother you?”

“It doesn’t,” Jongho said truthfully. She could be a career prostitute and it wouldn’t bother him. It didn’t seem like anything could.

“And does it bother you that I still sleep with my… doner. And his wife. And sometimes her boyfriend,” she mumbled, not looking up at him.

Jongho tried to let that bother him. It still didn’t. “I’m just honored that you have all that and you still chose to come here to see me,” he said, squeezing her hand back. She looked up at him with those big, beautiful eyes.

“Why?”

Jongho was dumbfounded. Was it too soon to get all gushy about it? Should he keep it shallow? What was he supposed to say? “I just…” he stalled, trying to think of something romantic but not too romantic. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And I want to explore that, you know? See where it goes? I can’t control where you came from or what you’ve done or even what you’re currently doing. I’m just glad we found each other.” Was that too much? That felt like too much. It was true, but maybe it was too soon to say all that.

Yeosang smiled, making his anxiety disappear. “I’m glad you think so too,” she blushed. “I’m sorry I’m so… complicated.”

“I’m sorry I’m so boring,” Jongho chuckled.

“I like boring. I need boring,” Yeosang insisted. “My life is so crazy. It’s nice to have someone outside of all that. Someone… safe.”

Jongho had never been more honored in his life to be seen as safe. His chest swelled with pride as they both shyly smiled at each other before letting go of each other’s hands to actually eat their food before it got cold. They turned the conversation to less serious topics. Yeosang complained about having to find new clothes every month as her stomach got bigger and how she’ll probably never be able to fit into her favorite outfits again. Jongho told her some stories about the crazy characters he’d worked with in his time.

He quickly washed the dishes as she got settled on the couch and picked out a movie to watch together. He sat down next to her as she picked out a drama that had won lots of awards the year prior that neither of them had seen. The movie started and she rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his bicep. He flexed it, remembering how much she liked his muscles.

He was painfully hard. Feeling her warmth, her weight on his shoulder, smelling her flowery scented shampoo, it was all too much for him. He wanted to make a move on her so bad. But what if she actually wanted to watch the movie? But what if she was waiting for him to make a move? Should he just ask? Would that be stupid? She clearly didn’t have any hangups about sex. Maybe he should just go for it.

His thoughts spun endlessly until he finally made up his mind. Just a kiss couldn’t hurt, right? He looked down at her and froze. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing steadily against his shoulder. She’d fallen asleep.

He kicked himself. Of course she did. She’s tired from growing a whole person inside her and he just fed her a heavy meal. And he was disgusting for thinking about ravaging her while she was peacefully sleeping. He was supposed to be safe. She needed him to be safe. He tried to will away his straining erection, but he couldn’t. So he took a deep breath and just watched the movie alone. At least he could stop flexing. His arm hurt.

Yeosang woke up right as the credits finished rolling. She slowly blinked her eyes open and blearily looked at the screen. It took her a second to realize she’d missed the whole thing. “Oh my god,” she gasped, sitting up more. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s ok,” Jongho rubbed her arm comfortingly. “You were really tired. Do you want to go lay down?”

Yeosang looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears. Jongho panicked, wondering what he’d done wrong. “How are you so perfect?” she asked, her lip trembling.

“Oh I’m not,” Jongho shook his head vehemently.

“No you are,” Yeosang insisted. “Unless you’re tricking me.”

Jongho shook his head quickly, his eyes growing wide. “No no no, nothing like that,” he quickly backpedaled. “I just like you a lot so I’m putting my best foot forward is all. I have flaws.”

“Like what?” Yeosang raised her chin, her lips pouting in an adorable challenge. He couldn’t stop looking at them.

“Like all I want to do is kiss you right now,” Jongho said, their faces getting closer. His heart thumped against his ribcage.

“That’s not a flaw,” Yeosang said softly, moving closer as well, her hot breath on his face making him shiver.

“But it’s all I want to do,” Jongho whispered, stopping an inch from her face. “Forever.” He was trying to tell her that his priorities were all wrong, but he was having a hard time remembering most words.

“Still not hearing a flaw,” Yeosang closed her eyes and connected their lips.

Jongho forgot what they were talking about. The only thing that mattered anymore was Yeosang’s lips pressing against his own. It started out earnest, exploratory, but quickly became more hungry and desperate. She climbed into his lap, holding his face with both of her delicate hands and tilting her head to deepen the kiss into something truly filthy. Jongho held her hips, completely surrendering to her. Whatever she wanted, he would give.

A pleasurable tingle ran up his spine as he heard her whine against his mouth, feeling the vibration against his tongue. She started grinding down in his lap, her panties rubbing directly over the bulge in his pants. His eyes rolled up as he felt the weight and heat of her pressing down almost right where he needed her. His hips bucked up involuntarily, needing more than pressure and friction.

She reached down and fumbled with his belt, neither of them willing to stop kissing to remove their layers. After some blind grabbing and breathless giggles, Jongho’s cock sprung free from his pants. He groaned when he felt her hand wrap around it, giving it a couple strokes, gripping her hips harder. Yeosang sat up a bit and pulled her panties aside and it finally hit him what was about to happen.

He didn’t know what came over him, but he put his hands on her shoulders, stopping her. She looked up, shocked. “I’m sorry,” she said, the mood instantly ruined. “I… I assumed…”

“No no no,” Jongho shook his head, taking some deep breaths. “It was a good assumption. I just…” he tried to get himself to say it. She was literally holding his dick in her hand. Why did he feel so dirty for saying this? “I was hoping we could do it naked this time?”

“Oh,” Yeosang’s face fell into a surprised O, as they stared at each other for a second.

“We don’t have to,” Jongho added quickly at her lack of response. “I don’t know if you’re self-conscious about your body or something. Which I understand. It must have changed a lot. And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just would really like to… see you,” he rambled, nothing at all romantic about his words. He would see himself out if he didn’t live here.

Yeosang giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips to shut him up. “It unzips in the back,” she smiled against his lips.

Jongho felt his stomach swoop as he reached a trembling hand behind her and found the little metal zipper. He tugged it down slowly, watching her face the whole time, just in case she changed her mind. Once it was fully unzipped, she crossed her arms and lifted the dress off of her. Jongho’s jaw dropped. From how they were sitting, he could really only see her bra and her belly, but he still took it all in like he was studying a piece of art.

“I can’t wear my nice ones out anymore now that I’m lactating,” Yeosang pouted, fiddling with her bra strap. “I have to wear these ugly absorbent ones.”

“You don’t have to wear it,” Jongho said, his brain fully off, his eyes trained on her tits.

“Oh I don’t?” Yeosang teased, her musical laugh making butterflies erupt in his stomach. “Lucky me.” She pulled the bra over her head revealing her swollen, heavy tits. Her nipples peaked and damp and inviting.

“M-may I?” he asked, incapable of making any sort of eye contact.

“Gently. They’re sensitive,” Yeosang smiled, cupping one of them.

He lightly pressed his hand over hers, feeling how much pressure she wanted before taking the other one in his other hand. “They’re amazing,” he marveled, feeling how tight and full they were. Her left nipple started leaking and he leaned forward without a thought in his head, licking the bud with a firm stroke of his tongue. Yeosang immediately grabbed the back of his head hard and craned her neck back, a strangled sound escaping her throat. She wasn’t kidding. They were sensitive.

He wrapped his lips around her nipple, lightly circling his tongue around it. Yeosang was already breathing hard. Her panties had completely soaked through and were rubbing against his bare dick as she started unconsciously rocking her hips. He vowed to himself that he wasn’t going to cum in his pants from breastfeeding before lightly sucking.

It was surprisingly… sweet. Like leftover cereal milk. And creamy. He held it in his mouth for a moment, appreciating the taste before going back for more. He had never been more certain of anything that no other boobs would ever compare in his life. They were useless and decorative. Yeosang’s were perfect. And delicious. And the sounds she made as he laved his tongue over one nipple and then the other sounded like the songs of angels.

He would have gone on forever if she hadn’t pulled his head back with a wild look in her eyes. “If you don’t get inside me right now…” she panted.

“Y-yeah,” Jongho said, feeling high out of his mind. They clumsily scrambled. Yeosang pulled Jongho’s shirt over his head as he struggled to shove his pants down and off. She got up on shaky legs, nearly tripping over the coffee table as she tried to pull down her panties. He stood up and steadied her and something passed between them as they looked into each other’s eyes. A connection that neither of them knew what to do with right at that moment. Except fuck like animals. Yeosang had slick dripping down her thighs and Jongho had precum smeared on his stomach.

Yeosang got back on the couch on all fours, her tits and belly hanging heavy and low as she arced her back up for him, putting her full ass on display for him. She looked over her shoulder with desperation in her eyes. Jongho snapped into action, kneeling behind her and taking her all in. She had long, thick stretch marks on her thighs and ass. He leaned down and followed them one by one with his tongue, truly worshiping every inch of her skin. He groped her thighs and her ass, obsessed with the way his fingers indented them. He licked a stripe up her leaking pussy, moaning obscenely at her taste. No other flavor could ever compare.

Yeosang swatted her hand behind her, whining loudly. “Right. Ok, ok,” Jongho snapped out of it. He could do this later. Right now, he needed to give her what she wanted. He lined up his throbbing erection and slowly pressed forward, watching as her pussy swallowed him inch by inch. He shallowly thrust, letting her body open up for him as she managed to take more and more until he was pressed flush with her ass, both of them panting heavily. She was wrapped so tightly around him it made all of the blood rush out of his head, only making her feel tighter.

He was determined to last longer this time, but that was proving to be much easier said than done. With the way she was whining and rocking her hips back on him he was ready to burst in seconds. “I need a second,” he hissed, willing his knot away.

“Why does everyone say that?” Yeosang whined, her pussy squeezing him euphorically.

“Probably because your pussy’s too perfect,” Jongho breathlessly chuckled, gripping onto her ass for dear life. He thumbed over her stretch marks to distract himself as he took long, deep breaths. Once he felt his orgasm fully recede, he started with some smooth grinds, not pulling out more than an inch before pushing back in as deep as he could get.

“More,” Yeosang groaned, her back fully arced and her face drooling into his couch cushion.

He pulled out an inch more and snapped his hips forward, feeling Yeosang clench down as he jabbed into her. She moaned deep in her throat and reached down between her legs to rub her clit as he set a steady pace for them.

“Right there. Keep going right there,” she moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

He did everything in his power not to change anything, keeping his angle and rhythm consistent as her moans got louder and louder until her legs locked under her and her pussy locked like a vice around him, rippling as she came with a wrecked cry. He fucked her through it, completely focused prolonging her orgasm as long as possible. He finally slowed to a stop as she came down, slumping into the cushions.

“Don’ stop,” she mumbled, still pushing back against him. “Keep going.”

“Don’t you need a second?” Jongho asked, concerned.

“Wanna feel your knot,” she groaned. “Wanna feel it so bad.”

“Ok,” Jongho said, his mission clear. He thrust back in, switching his focus to his own pleasure. The sounds of skin slapping and voices moaning and breaths panting filled his living room like a choir. He didn’t notice how hard he’d been thrusting until Yeosang cried out, pulling him out of his pleasured daze. “Oh, sorry,” he quickly apologized, realizing his mistake.

“Harder,” Yeosang grunted, biting the couch cushion between her teeth.

“Really?”

“Harder!” Yeosang threw a look over her shoulder.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jongho had no intentions of arguing with her.

His hips smacked her ass so hard she lurched forward on the couch, both of them howling out in pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast, just the way he liked it. Yeosang’s moans were increasing in pitch and the sounds of her pussy were getting wetter and wetter, but Jongho didn’t put two and two together until he was suddenly doused as Yeosang squirted hard around his cock, soaking them both and the couch. Jongho lost it, pounding into her as she writhed in pleasure until his knot popped, plugging her up completely. They both moaned obscenely as he painted her insides with his cum. Jongho felt his vision black out as every cell in his body radiated pleasure as he emptied his very soul inside her. It was the best orgasm of his entire life. He was left light headed and panting, his vision blurry and his muscles weak.

He laid over her back, completely spent as they awkwardly maneuvered to spooning on the couch while still connected. “I didn’t mean to do that,” Yeosang mumbled, her face bright red. “I’m so sorry about your couch.”

“Fuck the couch,” Jongho shook his head, feeling out of his mind. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Fuck. That was amazing.” He took a second to catch his breath, letting blood and oxygen reenter his brain. “Hey Yeosang?”

“Hm?”

“Do you want to spend the night?”

Yeosang looked over her shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Only if I can have you for breakfast.”

“You can have the full buffet,” Jongho grinned back.

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Hongjoong had never had a less productive day at the gym. He’d been hoping to show off a bit, maybe impress Seonghwa with how much he could lift or his endurance on the treadmill, but it was as if it was his first day ever picking up something heavy. His form was all wrong and he kept running out of breath every time he caught a glimpse of her in the mirror bending over in those short shorts or the way her breasts heaved as she panted in her sports bra that was exhibiting a valiant effort to keep her chest confined, if futile. He kept needing water breaks as his mouth would go instantly dry. He also felt his hackles raise every time another man inevitably took a break to openly check her out.

She kept noticing his glares and flashing him a cheeky smirk before bending at the waist so her shorts rode up even more to give the guys ogling her something more to look at. More than once, they would come up and ask to spot her even when she was doing activities that in no way required one. She would flash her gorgeous smile at them and pause to flirt, but decline. Finally, once it was clear Hongjoong was not going to get the attention he’d hoped for, he came up to her and got the job every other man had failed to secure. He ate up the dumbfounded looks he got as he spotted her barbell squats. He wasn’t shy about pressing his hardon directly against her ass as they squatted together. She subtly pushed her full ass back against them as they both kept a straight face in public.

He had to stop himself from pressing his nose into her hair or running his tongue up her sweaty neck. He usually worked out to get rid of his pent up sexual energy, but this was only making it a hundred times worse. He helped her put the weights back and wipe everything down as Seonghwa subtly glanced around them. “No one’s looking,” she whispered in his ear before swiftly pulling him into the men’s locker room.

Hongjoong wondered if she’d been monitoring it to see when it would be empty or if they were both just exceedingly lucky, but either way, they had the room to themselves. He could no longer hold back, pressing her back into the cold, metal lockers and kissing her fiercely. She didn’t stop him, hitching her leg over his hip as he ground forward, adrenaline pumping in his veins. Anyone could come in and catch them at any moment. It was exhilarating. He could feel how wet she was even through their gym clothes as she softly sighed into his mouth, pressing back against him with equal desperation.

She reached between them with trembling hands and pulled his shorts down just enough for his dick to spring free. “W-wait,” Hongjoong finally came to his senses. Slightly. “What if someone comes in?”

“Then they get to see what they’ve been drooling over for an hour,” Seonghwa whispered against his lips while pulling her shorts to the side, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. The semblance of Hongjoong’s sanity vanished as soon as the head of his dick brushed against her soaking folds. He pulled her sports bra up and pushed his face between her sweaty breasts as he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt.

Seonghwa pressed a hand to her mouth as he set a brutal pace right away. There was no foreplay, no romance, just desperate rutting as quickly as they could to avoid getting caught. Hongjoong was dizzy with endorphins, open mouth panting as he felt the force of his thrusting through the reverberations of her breasts bouncing against his cheeks. He was close in minutes, so lost in the moment that he didn’t hear the door open. He jolted when he heard the sound of a gym bag hit the floor.

They both gasped and looked up. Hongjoong’s eyes went wide when he recognized the neighbor’s kid standing there with his mouth slack and his shorts tenting. “Oh hi Mingi,” Seonghwa said breathlessly as if this was perfectly normal. “Would you like to join us?”

Hongjoong snapped to face her, his frown prominent. He didn’t want to share her. He’d been secretly hoping someone would walk in so they could see him claiming her as his own. Not this. He wanted an audience, not a participant.

“Yes,” Mingi responded, not even noticing Hongjoong’s upset expression, approaching them quickly.

“Now baby,” Seonghwa gently scolded him. “You can still use my pussy. Just pretend he isn’t even there, ok?” Hongjoong could tell that if he argued he was going to be left out completely. So he nodded, even if he couldn’t suppressed his pouting lips. “Let’s take this to the showers, hm?”

Seonghwa stripped and stepped into the small shower stall and turned on the water as Hongjoong squeezed in in front of her and Mingi pressed in behind. Hongjoong tried to ignore him as Mingi kneeled behind Seonghwa spreading her ass cheeks and burying his face between them. He tried to ignore the way Seonghwa’s eyes rolled up as the other college student ate her ass out. He was momentarily distracted when Seonghwa lightly stroked his cock before lining him up again. “Hwa,” he whimpered.

“Shhh,” she said, connecting their lips. “Someone will hear us. Just stay nice and quiet for me, ok baby?”

Hongjoong nodded, pressing forward, feeling the easy slide into her pussy. It was pretty easy to forget Mingi was even there even as Seonghwa reached around with fumbling hands to hand him the body wash someone left in the shower. He could pretend the hitched breaths and soft moans were just for him. Until Mingi stood up. He stood nearly as tall as Yunho, looking directly at Hongjoong over Seonghwa’s shoulder.

Hongjoong’s rhythm faltered as he felt Mingi’s cock press into her ass through the thin wall separating them. It knocked the breath out of him to feel his cock slowly squeezed not just from the now limited space inside her, but with Seonghwa tensing and spasming around them. She held onto Hongjoong tightly as her knees went weak when Mingi bottomed out inside her. Her eyes fluttered shut and she tucked her face in Hongjoong’s shoulder, biting it to muffle her moans. “Good boys,” she mumbled, drooling against Hongjoong’s skin.

Hongjoong whimpered when Mingi started moving, massaging his dick through her walls as he ground himself inside her. Why wasn’t he looking away? He guessed the only other thing to look at in the tiny shower stall was the back of Seonghwa’s head, but he didn’t have to make it weird. Hongjoong gave him a challenging look and grabbed Seonghwa’s waist, thrusting up into her when he knew her g spot was. He’d hit it a hundred times at this point and knew exactly when she sounded like when he found it. “Yes, that’s it. Work together,” Seonghwa panted breathlessly as they both started to move in unison.

With Seonghwa’s face tucked away the only other thing he could look at was… Mingi’s face. The way he bit his plush lips as he slowly rolled his hips, the way his eyebrows pinched together, the way his cheeks flushed from the activity and the hot water. He was really pretty for a man. Why was he thinking about that while balls deep in the woman he loved? Why was he so preoccupied with the thought of his cock sliding in and out of her ass? Why was he so focused on feeling it?

He was jolted from his crisis when they head the door open and the sound of voices filtering in. Hongjoong immediately stopped, his breathing picking up. He listened hard to the other men, terrified of being caught. He tried to signal to Mingi to stop, but he either didn’t hear them or didn’t care as his rhythm never once faltered. The tension of being so close to being caught and the way Hongjoong’s dick was being squeezed by Seonghwa and massaged by Mingi was making him feel like he was about to explode. He let out an embarrassing, high pitched squeak on one of his exhales and gasped when Mingi put a big hand over his mouth, silencing him. Mingi’s eyes burned as he looked deep into Hongjoong’s while slowly and silently fucking Seonghwa’s ass. Hongjoong drooled into his hand, trying desperately not to cum. He couldn’t. Not until Mingi did. Or Seonghwa. He couldn’t be first. This wasn’t fair. He started first.

He clenched every muscle in his body trying to stay still and quiet as they heard the men outside loudly talking. “Did you see that MILF lifting weights? That bitch was just asking for attention.” Hongjoong felt Seonghwa squeeze around him.

“The way her shorts were riding up? Bro, I don’t think she was wearing panties.”

“I tried to spot her, see if I could cop a feel, but she chose that fucking nerd ass kid instead,” he heard one of the men huff. “He wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like that. I’d show her a good time. Leave her pussy dripping white if you know what I mean. Screaming my name. Fuck. I bet that ass is tight.”

“Didn’t your girlfriend wear you out enough last night? Damn,” the other man chuckled.

“We’re not talking about her,” the other man dismissed. “I bet she would do things my girlfriend’s never even heard of. That woman’s got experience. I can tell.”

“Yeah, whatever man. Go jerk off in the shower.”

“Fuck you.”

They heard the shower next to them start up as the other man left the locker room. Hongjoong cursed under his breath, hoping they would just go away. And then they heard moaning. He really was jerking off in the shower, thinking about Seonghwa. Seonghwa who was currently being double penetrated in the stall next to him. Hongjoong could tell she was getting antsy with how slowly they’d been going, squirming and squeezing around them, but neither were willing to go any faster than a smooth, slow grind.

They heard the other man groan as he came into the drain and quickly rinsed himself off before leaving. They all heaved a sigh of relief before Mingi jabbed forward, determined to cum before anyone else walked in. Hongjoong joined in that effort, no longer worried about being first, only wanting to finish.

The sudden influx of motion nearly knocked Seonghwa off her feet as she clung onto Hongjoong’s shoulders for dear life as she was railed from both ends. She came, her legs trembling and her holes tensing, but neither of them stopped or slowed down. Hongjoong didn’t last much longer, his knot popping deep inside her, his head hitting the shower wall when he threw it back. His vision blacked out around the edges from the force of it, not to mention the way Mingi’s cock coaxed more and more cum out of him, his moans muffled through Mingi’s hand still covering half his face.

He thought the fit was tight before. Then Mingi’s knot squeezed his as it expanded in her ass. Hongjoong was worried his would pop like a cherry tomato under that much pressure. He whined and panted and rose up on his toes to try to pull away, but he was already locked inside. Seonghwa’s teeth sank into his shoulder, definitely drawing blood as she was double knotted. The three of them panted hard as they came down, Mingi’s hand finally pulling away from Hongjoong’s mouth so he could breathe. He felt boneless and light headed, only being kept up by being pressed into the wall by Seonghwa’s body. Hongjoong shuddered when his dick finally slipped out when his knot deflated and his cum mixed with the shower water on her thighs and was rinsed down the drain. Mingi’s knot took longer to go down. Hongjoong glared at him as he took his time kissing up Seonghwa’s neck and playing with her tits while they were still connected, literally right in front of him. Hongjoong ran his hands up her stomach, kissing her mouth, trying to get some claim back on her.

“Boys,” Seonghwa moaned against his lips. “Don’t turn me on again. We have to go.”

They both stopped, Mingi meeting Hongjoong’s eyes innocently, like he didn’t know what he’d just been doing. Seonghwa let out a long breath once Mingi’s cock finally pulled free of her ass. They listened carefully to make sure the coast was clear before quickly slipping out of the shower and drying off. Hongjoong left the locker room first, checking that no one was looking before Seonghwa exited. Mingi was staying behind to actually do the workout he’d planned on.

Hongjoong sat in the passenger side of Seonghwa’s SUV and tried to process his feelings about what had just happened. “You’re getting better at sharing,” Seonghwa commented, starting the car. “I’m proud of you. It’s an important skill to have if you want to stick around long term.”

“I didn’t hate it,” Hongjoong said slowly. It was true. He would have liked to have her to himself more, but she was happy and he did have a mind blowing orgasm, so how much could he really complain?

“Good. You and Mingi should spend some time together,” Seonghwa smiled, pulling out of the gym parking lot. “You have some things in common. I know he plays a lot of video games. I’ll give you his number.”

“Oh. Ok,” Hongjoong blushed, feeling like he was being set up on a date. Which was absurd. Because he was straight. Except sometimes he liked to suck dick. But it’s not like he was taking it up the ass so how gay was that really? No he was just making a friend. And if Seonghwa was going to be fucking him no matter what he thought about it, it couldn’t hurt to get to know him, right?

“In fact, you two should spend tomorrow together,” Seonghwa said, clearly hinting at something that Hongjoong was not picking up.

“Is tomorrow special or something?” Hongjoong asked.

“It’s Yunho’s birthday,” Seonghwa said, looking apologetically at him. “Yeosang and I have a whole day planned for him and I think it’s best if you’re… not in the house.”

“Oh,” Hongjoong looked down. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Thank you, baby,” Seonghwa reached over and squeezed his thigh. “And don’t worry. I’ll be sure to do something extra special for your twentieth birthday this year.”

“Like what?” Hongjoong’s brain suddenly spun with possibilities.

“Oh you’ll just have to wait and see,” Seonghwa gave him a cheeky wink.

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Yeosang giggled as she and Seonghwa got ready early in the morning. They had a whole plan for the day and she was excited to play it out. Seonghwa helped her get dressed in matching lingerie with her. A sexy, strappy set that wrapped around her belly to emphasize it while dipping into Seonghwa’s curves to show her best features as well. The bra was sheer, designed to lift and shape their breasts while perfectly framing their nipples. The stockings hugged their soft thighs, held up with garters that clipped at the waist. Her favorite were the crotchless panties that were for show more than anything.

“Bend over, baby,” Seonghwa helped her lean over the guest bed and spread her legs, putting her ass and pussy perfectly framed and on display. “Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” she cooed, grabbing the meat of her ass and jiggling it in her palms.

Yeosang giggled, reveling in the attention. “This is for Yunho, right?”

“What’s his is mine,” Seonghwa said matter of factly, snapping her garter straps giving her a nice, satisfying sting. Yeosang moaned softly, hoping for another.

Seonghwa gave her ass a quick little love tap before stepping away to grab the lube. “Don’t tempt me. I’ll spank your ass raw before my husband has a chance to fuck it.”

Yeosang looked over her shoulder, giving the best puppy eyes she could muster.

“Don’t you look at me like that,” Seonghwa scoffed, popping the lid open and squeezing a generous amount of lube on her fingers. “It’s his birthday. He gets to spank you. I’m a very generous wife.”

“Ok,” Yeosang pouted, her disappointment doubling when Seonghwa began to quickly finger her ass open. She was going for effeminacy over pleasure, which she understood. The fun hadn’t started yet. This was just prep work. She grunted softly when a thick, deep plug was pressed into her ass, the stretch stinging slightly.

“Is that ok?” Seonghwa asked, tapping the plug. “He’s going to wake up soon, but I can take more time.”

“It’s ok,” Yeosang said, getting upright on wobbly legs. She’d never had a butt plug inside her before and it awakened something within her. Something about walking around with something naughty deep in her ass, holding her open for the taking made her knees weak and her pussy clench.

She watched, completely mesmerized as Seonghwa gave herself the same treatment, feeling like the most privileged person in the world to be allowed to witness it. Seonghwa sighed as she got to her feet, able to walk completely normally with some kind of superhuman skill. “Let’s go wish your baby daddy a happy birthday, hm?”

“Yes,” Yeosang grinned, waddling after her. They passed Hongjoong in the living room as he was heading out with a bag that he promptly lost his grip on as soon as he saw them, his jaw hitting the floor along with it.

“Have a good day, sweetheart,” Seonghwa sauntered over to give him a kiss.

Hongjoong looked like a kicked puppy, begging to be allowed to stay. “But…”

“You don’t want to keep Mingi waiting,” Seonghwa turned him around by his shoulders and patted him on the ass to get him going.

“Will you wear that for my birthday?” Hongjoong begged as he was scooted along.

“I’ll wear whatever you want on your birthday,” Seonghwa promised, blowing him a kiss. She saw him out, locking the door behind him. “Ok,” she said, turning around with a mission, adjusting her bra. “Let’s do this.”

Yunho was snoring on his back, the blankets pulled low to show his bare chest rising and falling slowly. They approached him quietly, Yeosang following Seonghwa’s lead as she crawled on the bed and carefully pulled the sheets down to reveal Yunho wasn’t wearing anything at all. Yeosang licked her lips as she looked at his cock, huge even when it was soft laying on his thigh. She laid down where Seonghwa directed her looking up to see if he had woken up. He stirred slightly, but soon enough his snoring started back up.

Seonghwa picked up his dick in her warm, soft hands, holding it to Yeosang’s lips to give a kiss before kissing it herself. She then licked it and let Yeosang have a turn like they were sharing a popsicle. Eventually she just held it up between them as she slowly and sensually made out with her, both of them feeling it harden under their lips.

“Well happy birthday to me,” Yunho said in a sleep rough voice, finally looking down at the two of them. “Don’t you two look gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” Yeosang beamed, her lips smeared with precum.

“Get up here,” Yunho reached down and pet her hair. “I’m hungry for a little bit of breakfast.”

Yeosang gave Seonghwa a quick look. “You heard him,” Seonghwa urged. “Let him taste you baby. Go on.”

“What do you want to taste?” Yeosang asked giddily, crawling her way up to his head.

“Give me your titties first,” Yunho said, pulling her bra down so her heavy breasts spilled out. “I was saving these for a special occasion,” he grinned, licking his lips as a drop of milk already dripped down from her nipple as he squeezed her lightly. She laid over him, letting her tits hang in his face as she listened to Seonghwa slurp on his cock. “Nothing like breakfast in bed is there?” he joked before licking his way up to her nipple and gently sucking, fondling her breasts as he drank. Even with how much bigger they’d gotten, they still completely disappeared in his huge hands. She loved that about him. No matter how much more space she took up, she always felt miniscule compared to him. He moaned loudly, switching to her other nipple. “So fucking good,” he murmured into her skin.

Yeosang was struggling to hold herself up as she let the waves of pleasure hit her as he licked and sucked her sensitive breasts. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, but she couldn’t complain about it. Today wasn’t about her. And if Yunho wanted to spend all morning having his dick sucked and licking her tits then he could do that. She chewed her lip, moaning with him, her pussy pulsing between her legs.

He sucked her tits completely dry before laying back with a satisfied sigh, putting his hands behind his head as his wife deep throated him with ease. He must have caught the desperate look in her eye. “You want to sit on my face, baby girl?”

“Do you want me to?” Yeosang looked down and fiddled with her straps, not wanting to lead him into something just because she wanted it.

“I would love it if you did. I’m still hungry, you see,” Yunho said with a sparkle in his eyes.

Yeosang wasted no time in straddling his face before lowering herself down, turning so she didn’t miss Seonghwa working her magic on her husband’s dick. She moaned loudly as soon as his tongue flicked over her neglected clit. Seonghwa glanced up at her, watching her face contort in pleasure as he stimulated every part of her pussy at his leisure while lapping up everything that leaked out. “Well aren’t you a vision?” she smiled, pulling off his dick to stroke it quickly and firmly instead.

Yunho lifted her off his face for a second. “Get the camera,” he panted before burying his face in her pussy again.

Seonghwa was gone and back in seconds, setting up the tripod with practiced skill and aiming the camera at the bed, the little red recording light lighting a fire in Yeosang like nothing else. She moaned louder, grinding herself on Yunho’s face, her pleasure doubling instantly.

Seonghwa stalked back into frame, her hips swaying sinfully as she climbed back on the bed. Instead of laying between her husband’s legs again, she straddled him and took Yeosang’s face in her hands, studying her face as she fell apart. “Does it feel good when my husband licks your pussy like that?” she cooed at her. Yeosang nodded, unable to answer properly with moans spilling out from her parted lips.

Seonghwa leaned forward and kissed her, swallowing her moans as her hands wandered down, groping her tits, her fingers teasing her swollen, puffy nipples. Yeosang’s eyes rolled closed, letting herself be taken from both ends.

She blinked her eyes open in confusion when Seonghwa’s full lips were suddenly gone. She reached out for her, wanting her back only to see her sinking down on Yunho’s thick cock, letting it stretch her pussy all the way down to the base. She sighed, swiveling her hips a bit before taking Yeosang’s hands and leaning forward again.

They messily made out, moaning into each other’s mouths as Yeosang held her steady so she could bounce on Yunho’s dick making him moan into her pussy, which made her squeal at the vibrations. The pleasure seemed to flow through the three of them, all working seamlessly together.

Yunho pushed his tongue as deep into her as it would go while bucking his hips up into his wife’s pussy, fucking his tongue in and out of her at the same pace. Her moans raised in pitch rapidly as her thighs clenched around his head. “Go on baby. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy,” Seonghwa said against her lips. That was all she needed to fall apart, wailing as she ground her hips in little circles against his mouth. Yunho groaned deeply as he licked her through it, his hips bucking hard until Seonghwa gasped, suddenly stuck on his knot. Yeosang reached down without thinking, quickly rubbing her clit as Yunho emptied his balls inside of her with deep grunts that she felt all the way up to her core.

“Thank you baby. Just like that,” Seonghwa breathed heavily until her thighs clenched, her pussy spasming around her husband’s knot, her face beautifully scrunching up and falling apart as she came. They lazily made out until his knot went down, cum spilling out between Seonghwa’s thighs.

“Fuck,” Yunho sighed as Yeosang got off of his face, his mouth and chin completely covered in her slick. “That was the best breakfast ever.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Seonghwa said, curling up beside him as Yeosang took his other side. He wrapped his arms around both of them taking his time kissing his wife and then kissing Yeosang, sharing the taste of her pussy between them. He reached down and groped her ass, his fingers playing with the plug still firmly inside of her.

“I can’t wait to play with this later,” he whispered.

They cuddled until Yeosang’s stomach started to growl having not actually had breakfast yet. It was a struggle to roll out of bed as Yunho didn’t want to seem to stop wanting to touch either of them even for a moment until Seonghwa scolded him. “Let the poor girl get up to eat,” she said, tutting.

“Yes dear,” Yunho said, rolling over to focus all of his attention on her instead.

Yeosang was able to escape, suddenly feeling left out as Yunho laid of top of Seonghwa and licked into her mouth possessively. She made herself useful by zooming the camera in on them, capturing the sexy moment as their hands wandered all over each other. “Off,” Seonghwa finally said, tapping his shoulder.

They turned the camera off for now and finally managed to make their way to the kitchen where Seonghwa threw on an apron and busied herself by making a hearty breakfast for their big day ahead. Yunho pulled Yeosang into his lap as they waited at the kitchen table. She wrapped her arms around his neck and met his fond gaze. “Enjoying your birthday?” she asked, playing with his hair.

“It’s already the best birthday I’ve ever had,” he said, his eyes bright with joy. “Thank you both so much. It’s hard to feel old when you’re drowning in pussy.”

“Then you’re never going to get to feel old,” Seonghwa said, placing a plate in front of him.

“I hope not,” Yunho grinned, leaning back as Seonghwa rubbed his tense shoulders. Yeosang reached behind her and fed him bites from the plate, taking every other bite for herself. Yunho stole kisses between chewing.

They all rested on the couch after breakfast was cleaned up. They watched a movie while Yunho kept his arms around both of them, each hand on one of their tits, idly playing with them like a fidget toy. Once the movie was finished, he flashed Seonghwa a look. “What are you thinking?” she asked, her voice mischievous.

“I have an idea,” he grinned.

“We encourage ideas in this house,” Seonghwa leaned closer to him.

“Good. Go to the bedroom,” Yunho said, getting them all up. Yeosang followed behind, wondering what his idea was as he set the camera back up and went to find something in the closet. He returned with a length of rope and two g spot vibrators. Yeosang didn’t object as she was laid on her back on the bed, her hands lifted above her head to grip the headboard. Seonghwa was directly to straddle her, leaning down so her tits hung directly in her face, their hands clasped together.

Yunho tied their hands together and then to the headboard, checking to make sure the bindings were comfortable. Yeosang looked up at Seonghwa, no idea what was coming, nor any way to see it with her massive tits in her face. “You ok, baby?” she checked.

“Yes,” she said, moving her legs when she felt Yunho spread her thighs. “What is he…”

“Shhh baby. Just let him play,” Seonghwa soothed her.

Yeosang nodded, shutting her mouth only for it to fall open again when she felt his wonderful fingers playing with her pussy. It was so much more intense since she couldn’t see anything, unable to anticipate where she would be touched. She moaned as she got wetter and wetter, his long fingers dipping inside her and stroking her g spot.

“What’s he doing baby?” Seonghwa smirked down at her.

“He’s… he’s fingering my… my pussy,” Yeosang stuttered out, clenching around him as he stimulated deep inside her. And suddenly his fingers were gone only to be replaced by something thicker and curved. She gasped as the vibrator was turned on, sending low level vibrations up her core. She milked the toy with her pussy, wanting more as she watched Seonghwa get the same treatment, her face going slack as she heard a second vibrator click on.

“There’s my good girls,” Yunho moaned, running his hands all over them both, pinching and squeezing everything he could. “Got all your holes nice and ready for me. Now which one do I fuck first I wonder?”

Yeosang moaned loudly as the plug in her ass and the vibrator in her pussy were both fucked in and out of her as Yunho made a show of deciding.

“Well, I guess I’ve already been inside this one today,” Yunho murmured as Seonghwa’s face was contorted in pleasure. “Even if it is my favorite.”

Yeosang gasped as the plug was pulled out of her ass and tossed aside, Yunho’s lubed up dick sliding in smoothly to take it’s place. “Guess I’ll take my second favorite hole next,” he moaned.

“Which one is he in?” Seonghwa asked as Yeosang was jolted underneath her.

“He’s in… my… my ass,” Yeosang panted.

“Yeah?” Seonghwa grinned, enjoying her expressions as she was fucked like it was a full buffet. “You like it when he fucks your ass?”

“I do,” Yeosang panted. His dick was pressing up against the vibrator, making her squirm. Her pussy spasmed with every thrust as it felt like she was being fucked in both holes at the same time. She whined loudly when he pulled out, pushing the plug back in its place.

Seonghwa suddenly jolted forward as Yunho undoubtedly pushed into her ass, setting a much harsher pace with her. “Oh fuck,” Seonghwa loudly swore as her tits swung heavily in front of Yeosang’s face. She was mesmerized watching them, happy enough to wait her turn as long as she had a view like that.

She jumped when the vibrator was suddenly pulled out of her pussy. She waited for his dick with eager anticipation only to have the plug pulled out of her ass as well. Seonghwa was clearly waiting curiously too as Yunho hummed to himself, pressing the tip of his dick into one hole only to change his mind and try another one. He teased all of them over and over until even Seonghwa was chewing her lip and pressing her hips back.

“You want something Hwa?” Yunho taunted.

“No honey. Take your time,” she said in a strained voice.

“Thank you. I will,” Yunho chuckled, pressing his dick in to the hilt with one thrust into Yeosang’s pussy. She cried out in relief, bucking her hips up against Seonghwa’s only for him to pull out again. She whined at the loss as he did the same to her ass and then to Seonghwa’s holes as well. They didn’t complain, but shared looks of desperation as Yunho prolonged their suffering.

He pumped his hips into Seonghwa’s pussy only to switch to Yeosang’s and then back to his wife’s. Getting himself into a good rhythm, but leaving the both of them utterly unsatisfied. He pulled out, his dick drenched in their juices and pressed it between them, the head of it rubbing their clits as he fucked the hole their bodies created.

Yeosang ground her hips up in time with the thrusts, moaning as she got better and better stimulation as Seonghwa pressed down as well. “Good girls. Work together for me,” Yunho moaned, fucking them faster and faster.

“I’m cumming,” Yeosang cried out suddenly.

“Show the camera, baby,” Seonghwa coaxed as she moaned and writhed. Yeosang angled her face so the camera would catch her pleasured looks only for her eyes to open wide when she felt Yunho’s knot press between them.

“Oh fuck,” Seonghwa cursed loudly as it rubbed hard on their clits, pushing her over the edge as Yunho spilled his thick cum between their bodies.

They all panted harshly as Yunho sat back on his heals, taking the globs of cum on his fingers before fucking it as deep into their pussies as he could reach, making sure every drop ended up inside of them. Once he was satisfied, he turned the camera off and untied them, rubbing their wrists to get the blood flowing normally again.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Seonghwa asked, rolling over so her body was available for him if he wanted it.

“This birthday just keeps getting better and better,” Yunho said, laying down with them. “I never want it to end.” A genuine look of sentimentality crossed his face. “Thank you for doing this for me. I know I don’t make life easy for either of you.”

“You don’t,” Seonghwa agreed. “But we love you anyway, don’t we?”

“We do,” Yeosang agreed, snuggling close.

Yunho pressed a hand to her belly, then up to her face, then to Seonghwa’s. “I love you both. So much.”

Yeosang could have cried from happiness right there, feeling so whole. Like she had everything she could ever want. “Happy birthday, Yunho,” she said with a wobbly smile.

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Hongjoong sulked as he rung the neighbor’s doorbell. He couldn’t believe that the sexiest day in the world was happening just next door and he wasn’t even allowed to watch any of it. A short woman with a kind face opened the door, smiling at him. “Hello. Are you here to see my son?”

“Yes ma’am,” Hongjoong nodded politely, trying not to take his foul mood out on the lady.

“Mingi! Sweetheart, your friend is here,” she called over her shoulder, stepping aside to let Hongjoong in. He kicked his shoes off at the door and walked inside. “Do you want something to drink? It’s early. Would you like a coffee?”

“Coffee would be great. Thanks,” Hongjoong gave a small smile as Mingi rounded the corner.

“Oh hey,” he said awkwardly fiddling with the rings on his fingers. Hongjoong tried and failed to come up with something to say to him. It’s not like they were close. The only time they’d ever interacted was with Seonghwa present and that wasn’t exactly something they could discuss in front of his mother.

Hongjoong gratefully took the coffee after the longest, most awkward silences of his life and followed Mingi upstairs after seriously considering just walking out and spending the entire day in the garage. “So what’s going on next door that you have to spend the day over here?” Mingi asked once the door was closed.

“It’s Yunho’s birthday,” Hongjoong grumbled, flopping down on the ratty couch set up in front of his tv, cupping the warm drink close to his face. “So Yeosang and Seonghwa are going to be having freaky sex with him all day and I’m not invited.”

“Fuck really?” Mingi said, rushing to look out his window. Hongjoong looked past him and realized with a jolt that Mingi’s bedroom window had a perfect view into Yunho and Seonghwa’s bedroom. And the curtains were only half closed.

“Wait…” Hongjoong stood up and joined him, straining his eyes to see a Yunho shaped lump sleeping in bed. “Do you watch…”

“Yeah. Every day,” Mingi said nonchalantly, picking up a pair of binoculars sitting on his desk and waving them in front of his face.

“Have you seen…” Hongjoong asked, his face burning up thinking about everything he and Seonghwa had done on that bed, never bothering to notice how closed the curtains were.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you,” Mingi nodded. “Who’s Yeosang? Is she the pregnant lady?”

“Yeah…” Hongjoong said, his eyes looking at nothing as he processed that information.

“She’s so hot,” Mingi said, holding the binoculars to his face. “Watching her and Seonghwa fuck was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Do they know?” Hongjoong asked urgently.

“Seonghwa does,” Mingi said, focusing his binoculars. “But she only found out after coming in here the first time. I’ve been watching them fuck since I was sixteen.”

“You lucky bastard,” Hongjoong breathed, squinting his eyes through the window.

“No you’re luckier,” Mingi shook his head. “You get to be down there doing it. I’m just cucking up here and jerking off.”

Hongjoong noticed the lotion and tissues also sitting on the desk and pictured Mingi stroking his huge dick while watching him and Seonghwa fuck every morning and night. His eyes caught what was probably dried cum on the wall directly under the window.

“Oh fuck they’re coming in,” Mingi gasped, leaning forward so the binoculars clinked against the glass.

“Let me see,” Hongjoong reached for them, desperation taking hold.

“In a minute,” Mingi grumbled, holding the binoculars just out of reach. “You got to see them in person.”

Hongjoong made an angry face, but recognized that he was not winning a fight with the much larger alpha. Instead, he knelt down and leaned on the cool glass of the window, cupping his hands around his eyes trying to see better as he squinted at Seonghwa and Yeosang huddle over Yunho’s crotch in their amazing outfits.

“Oh fuck,” Mingi whispered as Yeosang was pulled up to Yunho’s mouth while Seonghwa started deep throating him. Mingi leaned forward more causing the hard outline of his dick to press against the back of Hongjoong’s head.

At first he figured it was a accident, but then Mingi started lightly pushing his erecting against him while chewing his lip. “Come on. You’ve had a minute. It’s my turn,” Hongjoong complained, looking up at him.

“I’ll let you use them if you suck my dick,” Mingi said, not taking his eyes off the action next door.

“Fucking be real,” Hongjoong scoffed, his cheeks flushing deep red.

“I am,” Mingi finally took the binoculars away from his face to look down at him.

Hongjoong looked from his dead serious eyes down to the huge bulge in his pants at eye level. Why was it making his mouth water? It wouldn’t be the first time he’d sucked a dick and he actually really enjoyed doing it before. And this time he got a reward for doing it. Fuck it.

“Fine, but you better actually share after,” Hongjoong said, caving almost instantly as he pulled Mingi’s sweatpants down, his long, hard dick whacking him on the nose as it sprung out. He leaned forward and gave it a few experimental licks. He smelled like flowery body wash. He must have gotten out of the shower not long before he’d gotten there. He licked him some more, holding his dick steady with one hand as he explored the length with his tongue. His hand only barely fit around the whole thing. It was crazy that he walked around all the time with something like this in his pants.

He quickly realized that his oral fixation definitely applied here too. The same fireworks that went off in his brain when he went down one someone or sucked titties were going off now as he wrapped his lips around the massive head of his cock. Maybe even more.

“Oh fuck,” Mingi moaned, rocking his hips forward as Hongjoong tried to take more and more of him into his mouth. Hongjoong held his mouth open as wide as he could as Mingi nudged the back of his throat, making him gag.

Mingi didn’t even notice, too focused on what he was watching to be aware of Hongjoong’s struggle. He breathed heavily through his nose and held his dick at the base, trying to take him deeper at his own pace, his eyes rolling back as he managed to push him into his throat. He was too filled with adrenaline and endorphins to really feel any discomfort as Mingi rocked his hips forward without resistance until Hongjoong had his nose pressed against his pelvic bone. He moaned as drool spilled out around his lips, his throat tensing around the huge intrusion that cut off his airways. He stayed there until black spots started to obscure his vision and he needed to pull back to get some air.

He coughed at gagged as the cock left his throat, but he lurched forward to get it back in as soon as possible. His hands shook hard as he grabbed Mingi’s thick thighs and gurgled around his length again. Something inside of him had been unlocked and it made him feel feral. The lack of oxygen made his brain feel fuzzy and the oral sensations sent endorphins streaming through his blood.

Mingi swore under his breath, watching the scene next door with rapt attention while he thrust in and out of Hongjoong’s mouth, fucking his face harder and harder until Hongjoong’s head was knocking against the window with every thrust. Both of them moaned desperately as Hongjoong’s hands moved up to cup his perky ass, his nails digging into the skin, forcing him to get as deep as possible.

“Oh that’s so fucking good. You’re gunna make me cum,” Mingi groaned, thrusting faster until he grabbed Hongjoong’s head with one hand and pushed him down hard.

Tears and drool wet Mingi’s skin as Hongjoong choked and gagged as his throat was coated with thick, sticky cum. Hongjoong reached up to squeeze his knot that popped just outside his mouth, unable to fit between his lips. He slowly blinked his blurry eyes open as he sat on his knees dazed once Mingi pulled out of his mouth. “That was fucking amazing,” Mingi laughed, wiping his dick off with a tissue before handing one to Hongjoong to wipe his face.

“Yeah, it was,” Hongjoong said, panting hard. His voice was rough and hoarse. He coughed to clear his throat and got the salty aftertaste of cum on his tongue and shuddered. He’d really done that. And he’d really liked it.

“A deals a deal,” Mingi handed him the binoculars. “They just got to the good part, but that was absolutely worth it.”

Hongjoong snapped back to reality and snatched the binoculars out of his hands, standing up on wobbly legs to look out the window. He moaned loudly as he saw Yeosang riding Yunho’s face while Seonghwa rode his dick, both of them messily making out over him. He palmed his dick with one hand through his pants as he watched.

“Here. Let me,” Mingi said, wrapping a long arm around him. He reached down and pulled his dick out of his pants, wrapping his huge hand around it.

Hongjoong was entirely too horny to object, fucking his hand quickly and trying not to cum before the others did. He wanted to enjoy the entire show. “L-lotion,” he stuttered.

“Oh yeah. Totally,” Mingi said, his hand leaving him before returning, slick with lotion now.

Hongjoong moaned, fucking his hand like a fleshlight without shame until he watched Yeosang cum. Her face was just too much to see without holding back, bucking into Mingi’s hand as he added to the mess on the wall. He kept the binoculars pressed to his face his hips twitching as he watched Seonghwa’s o face fall apart. He loved that face. He’d have it tattooed on the inside of his eyelids if he could. He didn’t look away until they were all clearly done, face flushed and breathing hard. “Oh my god,” was all he could say.

“Right?” Mingi grinned, wiping his hand off. “They probably won’t fuck again until later. You wanna game?”

“Yeah, ok,” Hongjoong said, letting Mingi navigate the aftermath of what had just happened because it was beyond him.

They played a few rounds in comfortable silence, both trading victories round after round getting more and more competitive. “This is boring. We need stakes,” Hongjoong finally said, his brain still preoccupied with their morning activities.

“Ok, like what?” Mingi asked, putting his controller down and giving him his full attention.

“Whoever loses has to suck the other’s dick,” Hongjoong said, planning on throwing the game.

“Nah, you liked it too much,” Mingi grinned, leaning toward him. “Whoever loses has to take it up the ass.”

Hongjoong spluttered, not expecting that at all. “But… I mean…” he tried to come up with an excuse that didn’t make him sound like a wimp.

“What? You scared?” Mingi goaded.

“No,” Hongjoong answered quickly, the temperature rising in his face. “I’ve just… never done that before. I don’t know if I’ll like it.”

“Then don’t lose,” Mingi smirked. “I like it just fine.”

“Then how do I know you won’t throw the game so I’ll fuck you?” Hongjoong challenged, sounding a lot more assertive than he felt.

“Because I really want to try out that tight little ass of yours,” Mingi challenged, their faces close enough to touch.

Hongjoong gulped and picked up his controller. “Y-you’re on,” he said, extremely determined to win.

He’d never played worse in his life, too distracted by his growing boner and the feeling of Mingi’s thigh touching his. “Damn, you really want me to fuck you,” Mingi chuckled, completing a flawless combo on him, quickly ending the match.

“M-maybe I do,” Hongjoong deflected, his pride not letting him admit that he was just playing badly.

“Ok then,” Mingi said as the victory screen flashed up. “Take your pants off.”

“Yeah ok,” Hongjoong said, wriggling out of his pants before his brain would let him think about what he was doing. A bet was a bet and he lost. He couldn’t wimp out now.

“Ha I knew you wanted this,” Mingi laughed at him, wrapping his hand around his hardon again and stroking. “Come on. Lay back. I’m going to grab some lube.”

Hongjoong tried to steady his breathing as he laid on his back on the couch, watching Mingi as he grabbed a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer. He spread his legs as the much larger alpha pulled his sweats off and settled between them. “Yeah, there’s no way that’s fitting in my ass,” Hongjoong scoffed, looking down at his half hard behemoth of a dick.

“It’ll fit,” Mingi rolled his eyes, popping the bottle open. “Don’t be a baby.”

“I’m not being a baby,” Hongjoong pouted, tensing as a slick finger pressed against his asshole. “I’m being rational.”

“Tell you what, if it doesn’t, then you can fuck me. Deal?” Mingi raised an eyebrow as the first finger popped in.

“Yeah, deal,” Hongjoong panted, trying to adjust to the bizarre sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t exactly feel good either. It was just a weird pressure.

He looked up at the ceiling as Mingi added another finger and thrust them in and out, scissoring them to stretch him out. This was fine, but he couldn’t see what the big deal was. Seonghwa must just be exaggerating about how much she liked being fucked in the ass. He knew she liked being used, maybe it was just that. And then Mingi’s long fingers brushed against something inside of him that had him lifting his hips off of the couch.

“Fuck what is that?” he asked, gripping the couch cushions for support.

“That’s your prostate,” Mingi grinned, stroking it teasingly. Hongjoong moaned loudly, humping his hips into the air as precum started leaking out of his dick. It felt like he was being stroked from the inside. “You like that?”

“That’s… wow,” Hongjoong said, his eyes going hazy as he shamelessly fucked Mingi’s hand, trying to get more of that wonderful sensation. He moaned again when he added another finger, the burning stretch only adding to the feeling.

He was having such a good time, he completely forgot that this was just the preparation for the actual event. He whined, confused when Mingi pulled his fingers out. But he hadn’t cum yet. He was actually close. And then he remembered when Mingi dripped a generous amount of lube onto his fully erect cock and stroked it. Oh fuck.

Mingi grabbed his waist and flipped him over so his ass was in the air and his face was smushed into the couch cushions. Hongjoong breathed hard as he felt the blunt head of his cock slowly but surely push against the tight ring of muscle. His mouth fell open in shock when he felt it pop in.

“Oh my god. Oh shit. Oh fuck,” Hongjoong babbled into the cushion as he felt Mingi press more and more of his cock inside of him until he was flush with his ass.

“Told you it would fit,” Mingi said breathlessly, squeezing his ass like a stress ball. “Fuck you’re so fucking tight.”

“You’re just really fucking big,” Hongjoong groaned, the muscles in his back tensing and spasming as it struggled to take him.

“Yeah I am,” Mingi said, the smirk evident in his voice. “Relax. I can’t fuck you when you’re tensing like that.”

“Just give me a fucking second,” Hongjoong growled, closing his eyes and focusing hard on calming down. There was really a dick in his ass. Like all the way in his ass. He was really laying there with his ass in the air fucking a dude. The same dude who’d just fucked his throat. This was fine. He could unpack this later. He just needed to relax.

He took deep breaths and finally his muscles unlocked enough for Mingi to start pumping his hips. “Oh fuck that’s good,” Mingi moaned, his hands nearly completely wrapping around Hongjoong’s narrow hips. “You like that?”

“I don’t know,” Hongjoong panted. His dick was brushing against his prostate giving him a slight tingling, pleasurable sensation trickle up his spine, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as when he’d been putting direct pressure on it.

“Wait… how about now,” Mingi shifted his hips and angled down more so his dick was directly pushing down on it.

“Oh my god!” Hongjoong cried out, his whole system going crazy as it felt like his dick was being fucked from the inside. Precum leaked out onto the couch cushions as Mingi smacked his hips into him, forcing his face harder and harder into the arm of the couch. Hongjoong didn’t care as long as he kept fucking him like that. He moaned with abandon as he trembled in Mingi’s grasp.

“Oh fuck, they’re back,” Mingi said, abruptly pulling out of him.

Hongjoong blinked his crossed eyes open in confusion, missing that wonderful pressure on his prostate. “Wha…”

“Come on,” Mingi hauled him off the couch around the middle and stood him up on shaking legs in front of the window, placing the binoculars over his eyes. Hongjoong’s mouth dropped open when he saw Seonghwa and Yeosang tied up together as Yunho took turns fucking all of their holes.

He held the binoculars with shaking, sweating hands as Mingi pushed back into him with a deep groan, hooking his chin on his shoulder and watching the scene with him, though with much less clarity.

“Uh uh uh uh,” Hongjoong moaned as Mingi fucked him harder and harder, Hongjoong’s dick smacking against his stomach with every thrust. He wanted to reach down and stroke it, but his hands were busy with the binoculars. He felt really good, but it just wasn’t enough on it’s own. He was being held on the razors edge, trembling and drooling, his eyes watering enough to fog up the binoculars.

“F-f-fuck, I can’t see,” Hongjoong cried, pulling them away from his face to wipe them off.

“Here, let me,” Mingi took them. Hongjoong gave them up, foolishly assuming that he was just going to wipe them off and hand them back, but he just held them up to his own face and moaned, his thrusts getting harder and sloppier. “Oh my god that’s so fucking hot. Oh god.”

Hongjoong braced one hand on the windowsill and wrapped the other around his neglected cock, jerking himself off in time with Mingi’s desperate thrusts. He came with a shout, Mingi’s dick wringing even more cum out of him shooting out in time with his thrusts.

He whined in overstimulation when Mingi picked up his pace even more, chasing his own high. Then his knot caught on his rim. Hongjoong’s eyes bulged as it was shoved inside him. His hand flew down to his lower stomach, unable to believe what he was feeling as Mingi’s knot popped, stretching his walls impossibly wide before hot cum shot into him. “Oh my god you knotted me,” Hongjoong whined, a little more cum weakly dripping out of his spent cock. “Oh my god. Oh fuck.”

Mingi wrapped his arms around Hongjoong and ground into him deep, breathing hard into his ear. “Fuck that feels so good. Fucking take it. Such a good fucking ass. Such a good fucking mouth. Perfect fucking fuck toy.”

Hongjoong knew he was just babbling, but it was affecting him. He moaned and leaned his head back on Mingi’s shoulder as he felt him fully empty his balls inside of him. He couldn’t believe this was the first time he’d done something like this. This was amazing. His eyes fluttered closed when Mingi kissed him, both of them fucked out and sloppy, locked together as they tried to catch their breath and come back down to earth.

“Fuck, do you think your mom heard all that?” Hongjoong finally realized once Mingi’s knot went down to slip out of him.

Mingi’s eyes went wide. “I forgot she was home,” he paled.