"Oppa! You like the photos I sent you?"

Jisu's cheery voice echoes through your earpods. Slide from FaceTime to your Messenger and find six new shots in your DMs. Of course you like the photos she messaged you. You were growing a little concerned with her diminishing weight and slimming figure. Such is the arduous idol lifestyle, but those worries have been dashed with her latest pics. She looks so good in Adidas, even though you're more of a Nike person.

"Yeah, I have seen them. Looking amazing as always, love."

Her features conjure a smile that you never grow tired of. Jisu loves hearing your compliments, even more than from her members. You beam in response. It's been over a year since you last met in person, let alone dated. Curse this pandemic tearing a hole in your relationship. Video calls are decent, but you want to see her in the flesh — feel every touch, every word from her mouth against yours. You want her close. No. You want her right beside you.

"It's been a while since we last saw each other." Jisu's jovial tone abruptly changes to a gloomy one. A reflection of the fact you try not to remind yourself. She pouts. This is clearly not your fault, but her expressions make it seem like you're the problem. "When will you see me again, babe?"

Look at your surroundings. Tight and enclosed, but comfortable enough. "I honestly don't know, but please know I still love you, right?"

Flash a reassuring smile. She does in return. Your words are conveyed sincerely to convince her you're not up to something suspicious. "Of course, love."

"You're working really hard, Jisu. I hope you're eating well, or else." You swerve the topic from serious to lighthearted again. It works. Her laughter is all you need.

"Or else what?" She continues giggling through her mocking threat.

"Or else I'll come over there and beat JYP so hard, he won't know what hit him."

You'd probably follow through on that remark, just because. Who knows what terrible things he's done to Jisu and her members, and her weight is probably the least problematic of them. Perhaps she's hiding other horrible experiences from you. From your shared conversations, it seems like everything's all fine and dandy. For now.

"Look, it's getting real late here, so I'm going to bed," you say with a yawn at the end.

"Late? It's only noon. Surely you have another hour at least."

"I'm getting really exhausted, plus I have a busy work day tomorrow."

"What is that noise in the background? I can hear something loud from your side."

Oh no. She can't find out exactly where you are. Airplanes are supposed to be quiet inside. Your seat in business class may be relaxing, but it doesn't block out the crying baby four aisles away. Need to think of an alibi quickly.

"It's just the...um...vacuum."

"Vacuum? I thought you're going to sleep."

Terrible excuse. Come on, how dumb are you? Sure, automatic ones are a thing now, but those are expensive, even by your standards.

"I mean, it's probably my toilet flushing again. I've been having plumbing problems." Sounds more reasonable.

"Oh...well as long as you're doing okay, I'm fine with it. Good night, love." She smooches her screen, which you do as well. Too bad you're lagging by at least five seconds. Airplane Wi-Fi isn't the best.

"Good night, Jisu."

———

Ten days of quarantine. Yet they feel like a year in prison. For Choi Jisu, it's all worth it.

You'd rather just stay in the airplane, incessant infants included. At least they serve decent meals and have reclining seats that can be turned into makeshift beds, unlike the lodging you're trapped in. Canned meals for more than a week. There's no hot water in the showers. What kind of lodging is this?

Sometimes at night you'd hear loud thumps a few rooms away. Either that's a ghost who likes isolation rooms, or that's two people fucking. More likely the latter. The first three days were tolerable, but you can't help yourself to think of Jisu. How you miss her, how you want her, and how much you want to show her love.

Your mind battles as to whether to call her or not. It'd be too obvious you're in Korea, she probably knows this type of apartment. Would you ruin your surprise visit to her when you have a few days left of isolating?

Fuck it.

You decide not to open up FaceTime, instead calling her with your international sim. Ring three times. Nothing. Try again a fourth time. Then you're greeted with a lengthy and soft moan.

"Oh, fuck...hello?"

Wait, what? This is clearly Jisu's voice. There's no way she's being, you know? Not when you're this close to seeing her again. Your heart palpitates with anxiety. It's almost eleven in the evening when you called her. You're filled with so much dread that your words escape. You don't know what to say or do. Fifteen seconds of silence. Deafening silence.

Then she moans again. Louder than the initial one.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you're so good..."

It's like Jisu forgot she's on call, which she is. Your thoughts bounce all over the place. Possibilities of cheating, masturbating, and even pranking; it's all too much to bear. But you can't bring yourself to hang up. Her soft, charming, inflect has you in a bind. Especially when she swears, it's cute and warm. Perhaps the loud thumps from your neighbors was a sign of things to come.

Just when you're about to open your mouth, she moans yet again.

"I miss you so much, oppa. Please fuck me like this, fuck..."

Blood starts gushing to your nether region. What a painful relief. At least she isn't being railed by another person. Then it possesses you out of nowhere. The neediness. The arousal. The aching feeling of wanting to pound Jisu. Your hand instinctively travels to your crotch, slipping through your shorts. You can't contain yourself any longer.

"Fuck." A groan escapes your lips as your fingers begin stroking your own cock. Neither of you are aware you can hear the other pleasuring themselves.

Remembering the photos she sent you days before, your free hand reaches for the phone and slides between calls and messages. The image of Jisu in her training gear plus the thought of ripping them off is enough to up your pumping pace. It feels meant to be that you're both rubbing to the other.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, fingers working harder to chase that high so desperately. Jisu's moans motivate you, push you, to stroke harder and faster. It doesn't help that you've been missing her for more than a year and you're days away from seeing her in the flesh again. Patience is anything but a virtue to you now.

"Jisu, fuck, I miss you too." You blurt out as your precum continues leaking. She can't hear you, of course, she's drowning in her own pleasure as much as you are.

The minutes pass until after what seems like an eternity, you finally peak. With a drawn out groan of Jisu's name you release, unaware that you still have your shorts on. A very noticeable damp patch forms on your crotch, it's substance sticky and slimy, but you're not really going anywhere. From what you can hear, her pleasure is just as fulfilling. Her moan is only held back by what sounded like restraints in her mouth.

Your body falls back on the body, fully succumbing to the self-arousal you gave yourself. Deep breaths fill the room for the next few minutes. If this is just from a casual phone call, how much more when you finally reunite?

"Hello?" A voice echoes through your phone repeatedly. "Oppa?"

Your body is worn out and can't move. You inch close to your phone, but not before you drop it from the table next to the mattress. No crack. Don't care if it's damaged anyway. You pick it up from the floor before laying back on the bed again. There's tiredness in your intonation. "Hello?"

"Oh! Oppa, I didn't realize you were on call for 15 minutes!" Her shout catches your ear by surprise. Jisu must have realized her mistake. It's not like you were bothered. In fact, you were enjoying it. "Sorry!"

"No, it's fine, I was busy." Which you were.

"Oh, um, why are you calling anyway? It's late for me here!" she asks.

"I figured I might return the favor since you told me it was early for me to hang up."

"Well, I have a busy schedule so I'm going to bed. Love you!" You hear a smooch after she finishes her sentence.

"Love you too, Jisu. Good night." Then you finally hang up.

A deep sigh. Your want for Jisu keeps growing by the minute. The damp feeling in your shorts you cared little about. Only her. Just a few more days left.

———

Wearing some merch from your favorite group as well as a fedora, you look up and find your destination. The JYP building. Try not to cause any attention. You want your visit to be a complete surprise.

Inside the cafe you order some coffee. The taste isn't too bad. Maybe this diet plan he's been enforcing on his idols and trainees is actually a good idea. Nope. It's still doesn't change the fact he's fucking JYP. You survey the area, scouting for cameras and guards, planning your way in. After gobbling a donut, you make sure the guards are positioned at the front entrance before sneaking out into the fire exit.

Up a few flights of stairs. Outside of knowledge from the internet and pics Jisu's been sending you, you're not really sure where you might be going. Fifth floor appears to be where your old friends are. Bang Chan and his members somehow recognize you through your disguise. Fuck.

"Aye, man! It's been a while! I didn't know you were in Korea—"

You gesture with your fingers, telling Chan to keep quiet. Thankfully he seems to have understood and returned to practice. Another flight of stairs. Nine pretty women are also practicing. None of them is Jisu though, so you cared very little. But you can't help stare a bit while they dance. Suddenly you remember your roommate who's a huge fan. Too bad you don't have anything that they can sign.

Seventh floor. It looks mostly quiet and empty. Perhaps only two groups are in the building right now. As you approach one of the doors to a practice room, a force abruptly seizes you, causing you to jolt forward. A pair of hands pull you inside the room forcefully. The strength and sudden momentum causes you to crash on the floor, losing your hat in the process.

When your eyes regain full vision, there's two figures you can recognize. Her members.

"Yeji? Ryujin?" you ask, trying to regain composure.

"Ohoho, we've been waiting for you," Ryujin says with a smirk.

"Yeah, we knew you were coming." Yeji adds, sharing an identical devilish grin.

Their eyes are filled with lust and hunger. You're shocked. Did Jisu somehow know of your surprise visit? Then you remembered the phone call. It's likely they overheard it. Oh no. But you're also puzzled. There's only two of them. So many questions are on your mind.

"How'd you know? Did she tell you?" you ask.

"She didn't tell us anything. We saw you through the cameras and knew we're in for a treat," Yeji says. Both of them are standing tall above you. Try not to look at their exposed midriffs. Failed in less than five seconds. Fuck, they're hot.

"I mean, come on. A fedora? Seriously? You're such a dork." Ryujin mocks your disguise. She's not exactly wrong. "Perhaps Jisu really likes dorks."

"Hey look, don't even mind that. I just wanna know where Lia is—"

Yeji cuts you off by crashing her lips into yours. Her lipstick is a flavor you clearly recognize. Jisu's favorite. It's obvious that they knew you were coming in some way. As she sinks her tongue deeper into your mouth, her strength forces you down to the floor again. Even with someone else, they taste sweet and delicious. Your willpower quickly shrinks.

"Don't worry about her, she'll be here soon," Yeji says with a devilish grin, breaking the kiss. "Why don't we keep you occupied while we wait?"

"But what if she sees this—"

Another passionate smooch. Another interruption. They don't give a fuck. While Yeji has you pinned on the ground, Ryujin pulls your pants off, tossing them across the room. Yeji's slim body doesn't obscure your raging erection held back by your boxers. Those quickly come off too, the cold air tingling your free cock.

"Oh, fuck, so this is what Jisu's been hiding from us this whole time?" Ryujin says, dropping to her knees to cup your balls. "I should feel so bad that she won't get it first, but I don't."

She continues to press your nuts, measuring the load reserved in them. Even after a quick rub from a few days ago, they're just as full as they've ever been. You've been saving it for Jisu, but now her members have taken you by force and you're powerless to do anything about it.

Both women lift their tops. Only their training bra remains. Those go quickly as well. Piles of garments fly all over the place until they're completely naked, leaving nothing to your imagination. You swear your mouth started drooling at the sight of two hot women getting the jump on you. Are you going to forget Jisu just like that? It's Hwang Yeji and Shin Ryujin, of course you would.

Their grubby hands run over your top, lifting your shirt and throwing it aside with theirs. Yeji is positioned to your left while Ryujin is on your right. Their eyes and features tell you everything. They're burning up with unquenchable lust and greed for your body and they're not going to share that. Not even with their own.

You groan and twitch as they lick up and down your shaft. A hand from both of them stroke you to heightened pleasure while their tongues dance and swirl around your tip, occasionally touching the other. Two rivers of saliva drip down your dick. You wish you could get a grasp, a touch, a clear hold of them, but the sensation leaves you paralyzed. All you can do is watch. And ogle you do, your own eyes feasting at the sight of two sexy idols hungrily sharing your cock.

As you gaze into their sloppy work, they stare back. Their eyes, full of lust, lure and hypnotize you. It's like they want your approval — which is given by the deep groans leaving your breath. Their taste buds hit a sensitive spot, causing you to throw your head down on the floor. Pain is quickly superseded by pleasure. Yeji and Ryujin smirk, knowing they have you under their full control.

Their tongues leave your tip with an audible pop, much to your disappointment. It's short lived as Ryujin crawls over your face, her plump ass hovering above your face. Yeji lines her slit with your dick, and you can feel yourself wanting to unload at the mere touch of her dripping cunt.

"Mm, you like this? Just relax." Ryujin wiggles her bottom, teasing you even more. You wish you could get a hold of them, if not for her hands bolting yours rigidly to the hardwood.

Air once free is now sparse, thanks to Ryujin's ass smothering your visage. You feel a sensation on your groin too — Yeji's wet, pulsating pussy allowing your cock to enter freely. Such tight, overbearing restraints would be torture for anyone. But for you, it's a sinful nirvana. Their bodies rock against yours in perfect synchronization, with the same timed movements of their usually frenetic choreography. Dance isn't the only thing they practiced together, it seems.

Their collective moans of bliss overpower whatever muffled noise you try to make. Your tongue laps up Ryujin's slick, making her whines higher pitched. Your own precum is their shared meal; the two women make out and swap your seed with their lips, all while they fondle the other's breasts. Such a sight would cause you to erupt, but you don't mind the obstruction when it's Shin Ryujin's plump, heavy ass blocking the view.

Yeji and Ryujin ride you at a quicker pace, your body shaking and wrestling with the intense suffocation weighing you down. Their hands work to make sure you're fastened, but you begin to fight back out of desperation. Oxygen is more important than slick. Your heart pumps wildly, you can almost feel it break loose. You can feel yourself approaching the cathartic climax, but suddenly, they come to a full stop.

Ryujin lifts herself off your face, then you take a deep breath. Is this hate? Or just lust? Maybe lust disguised as hatred? You don't know. Ryujin and Yeji crawl to the other's positions. Now Yeji's ass is above your face and Ryujin playfully teases your cock with her leaking lips. There's something serious about their features. It's like they intend to ruin or destroy you.

You have no time to think as the cycle repeats anew. Yeji spreads her butt on your face while Ryujin quickly drops her pussy on your shaft. Rinse and repeat. They ride you to oblivion in a torturous process that's both painful and pleasurable at once. At least they allow you to move your hands freely this time, but you just end up flailing around like a helpless person drowning — which you are, except the ocean is Yeji's ass and her wet juices.

Babble is ultimately what ends up coming out of your mouth. Your words that want to say something amount to meaningless drivel. You're not the only speechless one; Yeji and Ryujin can only let out alluring, seductive whimpers and moans. Four palms are pressed on your chest. They feel like a singular anvil pulling your body even further down than where it actually is.

You feel it happening again. That distant climax. The high which you desperately crave. The two ladies tag teaming to overwhelm your body made you ignore that they climaxed twice each. All three disruptions hurt more than the actual smothering of your face. Perhaps they could be merciful to let you finally cum in one of them, right?

Wrong.

Ryujin suddenly gets off your sheathed cock before crawling towards Yeji for a deep, passionate kiss. Your throbbing shaft, no longer able to restrain itself, orgasms. You violently erupt — thick hot spurts of semen spill all over your crotch, legs, and the floor around it. It's both the most cathartic and unsatisfying feeling; even though it was meant for Jisu, you were endowed with her members' tight pussies so much that they would have made for a suitable consolation prize.

Then you hear a pair of mocking laughs. They knew what they were doing and they succeeded.

Yeji drifts off your face, completely red from near asphyxiation. As consolation, the twosome work together to clean up whatever cum is left. Their tongues trail from your dick to around your nether region, and all over your upper body. They give you seductive stares as they do, still wanting to lure you away from Jisu completely. As if taking you by surprise and crushing your profile wasn't enough.

"You'd be much better for either of us," Ryujin says playfully before following up with a slurp.

"Mm, you're too good for Jisu. Leave with us." Yeji adds. Another slurp.

Both women continue their oral assault, both on your body and psyche. The more they taunt and tempt you, the less interested you are. Sure, they can satisfy you, but only on a physical and sexual level. What you and Jisu have is special, and it would break your heart seeing you with her members like this. You can do nothing except lay down powerless, like you've been the whole time.

Should have waited for her to come to you instead.

———

The door opens. Yeji and Ryujin are focused on cleaning you up, while you lay absolutely defeated. As if your stroke of bad luck has no end, your worst fears have come true. The entering figure puts her hands on her mouth, dumbfounded at the unnatural sight: her members messing around with her boyfriend completely nude.

"Jisu! It's not what it looks like!" A wave of energy and panic rushes over you as you raise your head.

You know you should have resisted, but they were too strong. Perhaps you were liking the moment a little too much, so you definitely have a fault in this. Yeji and Ryujin fall back as you try to get up, ignoring that you're naked and somewhat sticky.

"I know what it looks like, shithead. Don't talk to me." Jisu pouts and immediately turns around, leaving the room and closing the door.

You scramble to put your clothes on in a haste. Except the fedora; someone else could keep that. You leave the practice room without saying another word to Yeji and Ryujin, who continue to lick your juices clean off their own faces. They've completed their purpose so they don't care what happens anymore.

By the time you return to the ground floor of the JYP building, Jisu's all but there. You can't help but blame yourself. Ask any of the Stray Kids or Twice members, they told nothing about where she went. The repetitive description of how angry and frustrated she looked as she left sank your heart further. You knew this was your doing, and it was obvious. She wouldn't lash out on her members — not when their careers were at stake should anyone else find out.

Then you remembered your phone. You still have Chaeryeong's number on it, despite not being close to her in any way. Trigger fingers tap rapidly to dial her. Hopefully Jisu has told her about what happened. You want to explain everything, and you want to make things right.

Your heart tenses up hearing it ring. Thankfully, an answer.

"Hello?"

"Chaery?"

"O-oh? Aren't you Jisu's boyfriend? Why are you calling me?"

"I don't have time to explain, but is Jisu at your dorm?"

"No. She just went off to the JYP building. Why?"

"Please find out where she's going. I need to reach out to her."

"Oh, all right. Calm your voice down, dear."

You can feel a cold sweat flow down your face. At least Chaeryeong hasn't learned about it, and that Jisu arrived at an inappropriate time. The quietness makes the waiting more anxiety inducing. Her voice comes around again after a minute.

"Hello?"

"Y-yes?"

"Jisu told me she's going to the baywalk by the river. By the way, she told me something about you hanging out with Yeji and Ryujin? What's going on?"

"That's all I needed to know. Bye!"

"Wait—"

Before she could get another word off, you hang up. A quick taxi book later and you find yourself running down the stairs of the Han River. It's not as crowded as before, because of the pandemic, which makes spotting Jisu much easier. Her figure could be spotted from five feet away.

You don't want to make a scene, but you need her. Jisu is the only one you truly love. Without shame, you begin screaming her name.

"Jisu! Jisu! I need to talk to you."

It immediately grabs her attention, plus those of the people nearby. You wave your hands to signal where you are. You're so focused on getting her focus that you unintentionally skip a stair step and are a few centimeters away from stumbling the rest of the way down. Jisu wouldn't pay for your medical insurance. Her annoyance grows and she begins sprinting farther away.

You wouldn't give up. Not when you're this close. You run while still shouting her name out loud. Your footwork outpaces hers, so you're able to reach her within a few minutes. Onlookers watch as you chase her down, with some holding their phones out, possibly waiting to post it on social media or snitching to Dispatch. Their problem isn't yours, however. You want to reach Jisu and that's all you care about at the moment.

Finally after a few minutes of running, you close the gap between you and Jisu. You approach her for a bear hug, but she immediately resists and pushes you away while screaming a Korean profanity. "Leave me alone!"

You switch your approach, choosing to come to her slowly with your arms wide open. "Jisu, please, I need to explain what really happened."

"I don't want to hear you explain shit," Jisu says, her features expressing clear anger at your very presence. "I know what I saw, asshole."

"Yeji and Ryujin got the jump on me!" You start explaining even though you know she won't buy it, even though it's true. "I wanted to visit you during practice, but they were the only ones there, and they took advantage of me. Jisu, please, I know you're angry at me right now, but I didn't want to fuck them! They forced themselves on me and had me on strings!"

Jisu continues to walk away crossing her arms as you try to reason with her. Why would her members have you on strings, she thinks. It sounds very fabricated and a terrible excuse to cheat on her with her own partners.

"Jisu, I know what I did, and I'm sorry. Please, I didn't mean to fuck them. They forced me to. Please, Jisu, look me in the eyes." You cup her face toward yours, her eyes twinkling with tears. No resistance as you motion her. "Believe me."

You gaze into each other for a while. Time and the world around you stops for a moment. Your heart beats, not as intensely as before, but slowly. Waiting for the answer. Your eyes are pleading, begging, for her to open her heart to you once more.

Then the floodgates open. Jisu suddenly magnets herself onto you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. Her tears flow openly as she cries on your shoulder, soaking the side of your wrinkled shirt. You reciprocate those feelings by hugging her in return, rubbing your hand on her back.

"I'm sorry. I just...I didn't want to believe what happened," she says, followed by a sniffle. "I know you're not that kind of person."

"I'm not. I wanted to see you because I miss you." You whisper in her ear softly, warming her heart. "I love you so much, Choi Jisu. More than anyone I know."

She continues crying on your shoulder while in deep embrace. It reliefs your own heart to see everything resolved. Losing Jisu would hurt you far worse than you could imagine. Caress her face, and her eyes twinkle at your sight. Love that wouldn't break easily. Then, you make your move. Your lips dive into hers. She requites. A deep, passionate, make out on the river sidewalk. Jisu is yours, and you belong to hers.

———

The day passes by in a flash. It's all a blur in your head. The intimacy becomes too much to the point where you nearly flashed her tit in public due to how engrossed you both were passionately. Even on the bus, you both consummated love by exchanging a few smooches, much to the dismay of some passengers.

Before you know it, you and Jisu are now in her dorm, continuously making out, planting kisses all over each other's faces. You enter her room with her legs straddled around your waist, never releasing your lips' touch on hers. Inches away from her bed, you toss her on the mattress and it shakes lightly.

You strip yourself completely first before undressing Jisu, removing her black top. Clothes fly over the place and are left on the floor to be completely ignored. You join her in bed, hovering above her slim figure. She's put on a weight since then, which you are thankful for. Idol life can be harsh on their bodies, but now, beneath you naked, she's perfect.

The kisses never stop as you continue to leave marks on her face and neck, eliciting a few soft moans. As much as you want to fuck her, you also want to savor the tenderness. Both of you have been waiting to make sweet love since you last met, more so than the lust radiating from your wanton bodies.

Jisu pushes to the side of her bed before pulling you in again for another passionate make out. Your fingers caress the brown locks of her tied up hair while hers roams your nape and back. Your erect cock twitches upon touching her, but you're not in the mood to pound the daylights out of her. Each kiss is warm, loving, and sincere how you feel towards each other. You wouldn't trade this for her members, or any other girl. This is something only you and Jisu can share together.

"I miss you so fucking much." She murmurs through the smooch. Her soft voice tingles your spine.

"Me too." The only words you say, and yet the simplest are the most impactful.

Jisu's hand stretches over your shoulder and reaches into an object on her bedside. It's phallic. She draws it toward you to show what she's been doing while you were gone. You understood, since that one phone call told you everything.

"I'm ready." She flashes the dildo right in your face. Her eyes gleam with burning lust similar to that of Yeji and Ryujin. "I wanted your cock for so long, that I imagined yours while using it. Please, babe, fuck me."

You've been grinding at the opportunity, and finally it's time. You'd never turn down her request, lest it show how much of a fool you are. You clamber over her body, and line your dick against her slit. She shudders at the slightest sensation of your shaft.

"Fuck me," she says again. Reminders weren't necessary.

You grab the dildo from her hand and put it away. She wants the real thing, so you'll give her the real thing. A peck on her forehead and a finger that caresses her loose strand to show you're still wanting to be soft with her, but the look on her features say otherwise. That dangerous lip bite. No holding back.

Without a word, you gently insert yourself into her cunt. A collective groan fills the room with your voices harmonizing in pleasure. Her nails dig deep through your back, clinging to you like you're her only support.

"Oh, fuck, that's so fucking big, fuck—"

Her cries of profanity are superseded by moans as you begin pounding her at a natural pace. Your thoughts go blank and the pleasure takes full control of your muscles. It takes a few deep strokes to prove that her sex toy is nothing compared to your throbbing cock. Flesh slapping and low whines reverberate around the room. Luckily, no one seems to be around to hear it.

Words do not convey how tight, hot, and slick her pussy is. Your body does, and it responds with increasing thrusts in speed and power. It knows only one purpose, and that is to stretch her walls thin. Gone is the idea of being a soft boyfriend to her; you want to show her what she's been missing all along. The bed rattles harder as you continue fucking her deep into the mattress.

Her fingers scramble to claw your hair, face, and back. Your teeth gnaw on her collarbone and neck, leaving a sensitive red patch. This is even better than what those two did to you earlier. The ecstasy you're both experiencing is spellbinding and addicting.

"I-I'm gonna cum, Jisu, I'm gonna—"

"In me! Please fill me, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

You both regain and lose the ability to formulate words. The sensation is bringing you both to an inevitable close which you've been desiring for a long, long time. Her thighs wrap around your lower body to prevent you from escaping, which you wouldn't do, not in a million years. They have the same strangling power as her members, which caught you off-guard. Any of them could have you on the ropes whenever they wanted.

A deep groan escapes your breath as you orgasm. And what a satisfying finish. Thick ropes of semen fill her womb, your dick fully sheathed inside her drenched pussy. Jisu follows shortly too; a high whine signals her own climax, overflowing your cock with her wet juices. The bed creaks gently as you ride out your peaks until you finish spurting inside her. Then your body finally collapses on hers.

Deep, heavy breaths fill the room for minutes. You and Jisu remain entangled in each other's bodies. Something you never want to let go of, now that you're with her again. Then she surprises you by flipping you over so that you're laying down while she's on your chest. Neither of you minded the sudden stickiness on the sheets.

Using your body as her pillow, she hugs you tightly before giving you a peck on the cheek. For a second, she flashes an innocent smile. "Love you. Let's do it again when we wake up."

Caress her hair and forehead, and kiss her again. Home has never been closer than ever.