The apartment door creaked open.
Yoonda stepped out into the hallway. Her heels clicked softly against the floor, and her keys fell with a jingle onto the tiles. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and her green hair was tied back in a messy ponytail. Her black jacket hung open, revealing a low-cut top that clung tightly to her body. Under her short skirt, her sheer stockings were already torn from the chaos of the day. She didn’t even knock.
Before she could touch the doorknob, the door swung open.
“Hey. It took you long enough.”
Without hesitation, I pulled her into a hug. She melted against me and let out a soft sigh of relief.
Yoonda spoke in a soft, dragging voice.
“I missed you.”
We had a simple dinner together: leftovers, takeout, whatever was quick. A bottle of soju came out, and then another. Her head rested against mine, brushing my cheek like a sleepy cat, and she lazily wrapped an arm around my waist.
Yoonda slurred her words, frustration bubbling up.
“Life is fucking shit. Everyone expects me to do everything in advance, and no one thinks I’m a normal girl.”
She kicked the table lightly, almost knocking over a glass.
She was angry, gesturing wildly with her arms.
“Everyone expects me to run everything! And they just talk shit behind my back! You’d smoke and drink too if you were me!”
Her hand pinched my cheek hard. I grimaced in pain.
“Ouch! Hey! Stop, that hurts!”
Yoonda shouted, suddenly panicking mid-sentence.
“Then why won’t you answer me?!”
I rubbed my cheek and shook my head. Then I smiled calmly at her.
“Yoonda… you’re drunk. What am I going to do with you?”
She pouted dramatically and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her forehead rested against mine, and her lips trembled slightly.
She whispered heatedly and seductively,
“Don’t call me Cha… When we’re alone, call me Yoonda… please…”
I laughed softly and guided her gently toward the sofa.
“Okay, okay… Yoonda. Come on, lie down before you pass out.”
She staggered to the sofa, waved goodbye dramatically, and then collapsed onto it. Her legs spread apart slightly, and the torn stocking revealed a small scrape on her thigh. Her head tilted forward, her eyes closed, and her lips parted just a little. I stood there, stunned.
“So fast?”
I murmured to myself.
My gaze settled on her sleeping figure. Involuntarily, it drifted to her breasts, the same ones I had once told her weren’t my type and were “too small.” But right now, why did they suddenly look so much bigger, so much more inviting?
(Good god… When did I ever say they were small? They’re incredible. And not small at all. Was I just trying to fool myself, telling myself they weren’t my type because deep down I knew what would happen if I admitted the truth?)
Suddenly, one eye opened while the other stayed closed. Her lips curved into a playful, mischievous smile. Damn it.
“I caught you,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing.
Before I could react, she grabbed the back of my head and gently pressed my face against her breasts, rubbing me against them. Then she started joking around like she always did.
“Didn’t you say my boobs weren’t your type? Too small or something?”
The situation was making me nervous—and hard.
“I… wait… I didn’t say it like that.”
Let’s see who backed down now. She squeezed me tighter, still playful.
“Aha! I caught you looking. Go ahead, take a good look.”
She climbed onto my lap and straddled me with that same mischievous smile I already knew so well.
Yoonda continued defiantly.
“Do you still think they’re small? Say it. Come on!”
My crotch twitched, not even half-hard yet, but enough for her to notice. I tried to stammer an answer.
“I didn’t mean… They’re not…”
Obviously, Yoonda felt it. Her eyes sparkled with triumph. A Cheshire cat smile spread across her face. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against my chest.
“Oops, looks like someone’s getting a little excited.”
Everything she was doing, the way she looked at me, that smug smile, the way she pressed her breasts against me, was turning me on more and more. She caressed my chest playfully with one finger, her eyes sparkling with excitement and defiance. She whispered low and sensually in my ear.
“Is that for me, handsome?”
“Looks like it.”
I tried to act more relaxed than I really was, but inside my brain was screaming: “Damn it, why am I getting harder?!”
Yoonda let out a low, delighted giggle as she felt me stiffen against her. Her fingers traced my chest progressively and provocatively, nails lightly grazing the fabric of my shirt.
She purred triumphantly.
“Ohhh, so someone’s body doesn’t agree with their big, hard act of ‘not my type.’”
She moved her hips just once, agonizingly slowly, before pulling back with a mischievous laugh.
“As long as I’m having fun, which, judging by how much you’re squirming, may take a while.”
Her fingers traced my waist, teasing but never quite crossing the line. Then she whispered a challenge.
“Or… you could make me stop.”
Her eyes dared me to take control.
“Shut up.”
I said simply before closing the gap and kissing her hard.
Yoonda let out a muffled gasp of surprise, but only for a second before melting into the kiss, tangling her fingers in my hair to pull me closer. When I finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her smile even more satisfied than before.
“Finally. Was it that hard?”
Now she sounded breathless and triumphant. She bit my lower lip, and her voice turned into a purr.
“Well, obviously it was. But now that you’ve stopped pretending…”
Her hands slid under my shirt, nails gently scraping my back as she rubbed herself against me properly this time.
In a low, wicked voice, she said,
“Now we’re having fun.”
And that’s when I slid my hands down and grabbed her ass firmly.
Yoonda let out a sharp gasp when my hands gripped her, but she recovered instantly and her smile turned completely wild.
“Oh, you’re finally getting rough, huh? It took you long enough.”
She hissed breathlessly. She rolled her hips against mine with deliberate pressure, lips brushing my ear as she whispered,
“Harder. Or are you still afraid to admit how much you want me?”
Her teeth sank into my shoulder, just enough to sting. The teasing was over; now there was only a challenge. And she was daring me to prove her wrong. So I simply admitted what I wanted.
“I want to fuck you so badly and play with them,” I gasped.
Yoonda’s eyes darkened at my words, her smile turning utterly wicked as she leaned in for another teasing kiss, lips brushing mine mockingly.
In a low, hoarse voice, she said,
“Then take what you want. Or are you still pretending you don’t like this?”
Her hands guided mine up her body, first to her breasts, then down her waist, forcing me to feel every curve.
I wasn’t going to resist that either.
“Come on. Play. I dare you,” she breathed.
I squeezed her breasts in my hands. Yoonda let out a low, breathless moan.
“That… feels… good, baby.”
Her whisper turned into a gasp, and her gasp turned back into a whisper.
“Please… more… baby… please, more…”
Who was the desperate one now?
“I think we have too many clothes…” I whispered to her.
Her eyes met mine. Her breath caught at the implication and my sudden boldness. I had actually been wanting to rip her clothes off and kiss her all over for a while now. And other things too.
“Are we getting impatient?” she teased.
I knew that, even though teasing and heated, she wasn’t going to give in easily. Still, she got off me with a languid movement, a hint of defiance in her eyes as she slowly began to unbutton her shirt. In a low, shy voice, she admitted,
“But I guess you’re right…”
I looked her up and down as she unbuttoned her shirt. She deliberately slowed her movements, flaunting each button she undid. Her smile grew wider when she caught me staring.
“Do you like what you see? Or should I go even slower?”
The fabric finally parted, revealing enough to make my pulse race, but she stopped there, tilting her head.
She whispered her challenge.
“Your turn.”
She was still testing how far she could push me. I took off my shirt. I knew I wasn’t really muscular, but I’d gotten my body to a point where it could be considered “decently normal.” A little stocky, but with a flat-enough stomach.
Yoonda’s gaze roamed over my torso without hesitation. Her smile widened as she observed my physique. She reached out and her fingers brushed my chest with soft, deliberate pressure.
“Hmm… not bad. Not bad at all.”
She moved closer, her body now touching mine. Her voice lowered until it was barely audible.
“Now, get rid of the rest.”
“I’ll do it if you do too.”
I replied defiantly, matching her energy. Yoonda’s gaze flickered with heat at the challenge. A devilish smile spread across her face.
“All right…”
With a languid, tempting movement, she unfastened her skirt and let it slide down her legs like a scarlet puddle. Her stockings remained, clinging tenderly to her thighs like a second skin.
“Your turn, handsome.”
I took off everything except my boxers. Yoonda’s eyes darkened as she took in the view. Her gaze traveled over me shamelessly as she bit her lip, but she didn’t move from her spot.
“Hmpf. Much better…”
She took full advantage of the moment; her eyes roaming without shame as she watched me pull down my underwear.
“Well? Are you going to stand there or come closer so I can touch you properly?”
I saw her hand twitch, as if she needed all her willpower to stay still. She was waiting for me to come closer. This woman…
I put on the condom carefully, letting out a gasp as I did so. Her eyes darkened as she watched. The sound of that gasp tensed her body with anticipation. Her voice remained low, authoritative.
“Now, come here.”
There was no denying the edge in her voice: she wanted me right then and there. But she kept waiting, challenging me.
“Come, make me.”
She wasn’t going to give up. This was a war between my control and hers.
“Take off your bra and panties,” I said, trying to give free rein to my desire and sound authoritative at the same time.
“You’re demanding, aren’t you?” Her tone was light, but I noticed a slight undertone of defiance when she raised an eyebrow, as if she were STILL testing me. God, this woman loves to drive me crazy.
“You think you can give me orders?”
For a moment, neither of us moved. The tension crackled between us. Then she smiled devilishly.
“But I like your boldness. So I’ll let it slide… this time.”
When she did, I kissed her brutally and played with her breasts, sucking them and then touching her slowly and pleasantly. Yoonda’s breathing quickened sharply as my fingers slid between her thighs. Her body arched on the bed in a way that pressed her breasts even harder against my mouth.
“Shit!” she gasped. Her hands twisted in the sheets. Nails scraped the fabric as her legs opened wider: inviting, demanding. Half laughing, she said,
“N-not bad… for someone who swore my boobs weren’t his type.”
I couldn’t blame her for still reminding me of that even at that moment, especially at that moment. If the situation had been different, I would have reminded her of it jokingly, too.
The mockery lost its power when my fingers curved into the right position. Her moan cut off any other words she might have said.
She had finished mocking me. Now she was mine alone.
“Damn, your boobs are exactly my type. Are you going to remind me that I’m stupid every chance you get?”
Yoonda let out a breathless laugh. Her hips rose eagerly at my touch, but her smile was wild and triumphant.
“Every. Single. Time.”
Her hands grabbed my hair, pulling my head back far enough for her eyes to meet mine. Pupils dilated. Lips parted in ragged breaths. With an evil whisper, she murmured,
“You admit it, and I still win.”
But then my fingers twisted again, and her voice broke into a moan. She was starting to lose control. Her body trembled.
“Damn it… Okay, okay, you… ah… you win this round… but don’t stop…”
She would never let me forget this… but right now? She was too lost for that to matter.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
I gasped, bent down a little to give her pussy a few long licks, and then positioned myself to fuck her. Yoonda’s whole body shook at the sudden sensation. Her hands flew up to grab my hair, either to push me away or hold me there; neither of us was sure.
“What… Fuck! Give a girl a warning… Ah!”
But then I aligned myself, pressing against her. Her protests dissolved into a shuddering moan. Her legs hooked around my hips. Heels dug into my back as I moved closer.
Ragged and laughing,
“God, you’re… fucking… impatient…”
Her head fell back as I sank into her. Nails scratched my shoulders.
Choked and delirious,
“Finally.”
There was no more teasing. No more games. Just that.
I began to move my hips with pleasure. Yoonda wasted no time. She responded to my thrusts with equal force, arching her back on the bed as she dug her nails into my skin.
“Harder, damn it, like that, like that.”
Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me impossibly deeper as she gasped. Both of us gasped. Her eyes closed suddenly, only to open again, fixing on mine with raw heat.
“Show me how much you like my boobs now, you idiot.”
She kept pushing, even as her voice broke between moans.
As I said before, I was panting too, breathing heavily and moaning a little.
“You feel so good, you dirty little slut.”
I wasn’t usually one to be so confident, even during sex, but at that moment I felt like I could pull it off. If there was ever a time for it, this was it.
Yoonda’s eyes lit up when I said that. Her grip on me tightened as she let out a sharp, breathless laugh.
“Of course you can.”
She spun me around on my cock in one swift motion, straddling me with a mischievous smile as her hips rolled down against mine in a slow, deliberate motion. Almost like at the beginning.
“Now stay there and let me ruin you.”
She was loving it: my surrender, my hunger, everything.
“Fuck me,” I murmured, almost pleading. Yoonda’s smile became completely predatory as she leaned over me, nails scratching my chest.
“With pleasure.”
And then she moved, rocking her hips with slow, dirty precision, watching my face contort with every grind of her body against mine.
“You wanted this? Here it is.”
Her hands pinned my wrists to the bed as she rode me hard. Her moans mingled with mine.
“Mine.”
I smiled. I was loving this with every cell of my body. Yoonda smiled back, squeezing my wrists when she felt my smile. Her gaze was wild, her breathing ragged, but there was a playful touch to her smile.
“So, huh?”
Her lips brushed my ear as she leaned in. Her words a breathless whisper. Possessive.
“You like me on top like the dirty pervert you are, don’t you?”
“You know I do.”
Yoonda let out a ragged laugh. Her hips rolled against mine in slow, punishing circles, just to see my expression distort.
“Of course I do.”
Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head back to meet my eyes. Hers dark and hungry.
“And you love that I know it.”
It drove me crazy that she knew. She kissed me hard, swallowing my moans as she rode me faster, claiming, ruining, and possessing every second. It was perfect.
I kissed her back the same way. Yoonda’s lips met mine with a snap as she returned my kiss: intense, hungry, just the way I loved it. And I was sure she did too. Her hands grabbed my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she kissed me deeply.
“God, I love your mouth.”
And as her words turned into moans against my lips, her hips kept moving, rolling against mine in a way that made my head spin.
This was what she wanted, what she had longed for for so long…
She kept holding my hands with hers, holding them to keep me from touching her. Now it was all about her.
“Let me touch you…” I moaned against her tongue. I think I cut myself off before I could say “please.”
Yoonda reflexively held me tighter, narrowing her eyes as if she were thinking of denying me. But then her body shook against mine, and her breathing quickened in a way that showed her resolve was crumbling.
“Nnnh—It’s okay.”
She released my wrists. Her hand moved up to caress my face. Her thumb brushed my lower lip. Her hips continued to grind hard against mine as she looked into my eyes.
I grabbed her hips and moved mine in the same way. Yoonda moaned as I grabbed her hips. Her nails dug into my chest for a moment before her hands slid under my shoulders.
Her fingertips sank into my skin in a way that made me shudder. She leaned against me, her body pressed against mine as she followed my rhythm.
“Nnh—yes, just like that—”
Her lips traced my neck. Her teeth gently scraped my pulse point. She was teasing me, just a little, still in control even when I wasn’t holding her back. I didn’t stop for a moment. I loved it.
Yoonda’s eyes closed as her fingers brushed my shoulders. Her lips pressed against my skin, her hot mouth against mine. She moaned softly, her voice broken, a desperate, pleading sound deep in her throat.
“Nnh—harder—”
She moved her hips against mine with new urgency. Her body trembled. She leaned forward. Her hands rested on my chest as she pulled away to look into my eyes.
“I need you to… to…”
Suddenly, she grabbed my face with both hands, pulling me into a deep, messy kiss. Her body trembled against mine as she lost herself completely.
“Fuck, I’m… close…”
Her nails dug into my skin. Her legs tightened around me.
“Come with me, now…”
And then she did it, collapsing against me with a cry that was half my name and half a curse. I followed her to the edge and did the same. No more words. No more games. Just that.
But knowing her? She would tease me about all this the next day.
I stayed like that for a moment, her body still trembling against mine, breathing ragged. Her grip relaxed, but her hands remained clasped around my shoulders, as if she weren’t ready to let go.
She caressed my neck with her face, brushing my skin with her lips in an almost tender gesture. But when she spoke, her voice was still hoarse, a low purr against my ear.
“Mm… wasn’t that better than just watching?”
“Yes. It was… great.”
Yoonda laughed against my skin. Her breath was warm as she lazily traced circles on my chest with her fingertips. Her smile was still very much present.
“I told you you liked my boobs.”
I joked.
She moved slightly, just enough to plant a soft kiss on my jaw, an almost affectionate gesture that was ruined by her next words.
“Next time? Admit it faster.”
But then she curled up against me. Her warm, supple body against mine. No sharp edges anymore. Just sleepy satisfaction. She wouldn’t let me forget this. Ever. Nor did I intend to.
I kissed her forehead. Yoonda let out a small sigh, closing her eyes with a blink at the simple touch. Her whole body relaxed against mine with surprising softness.
She was all sharp in public, but at that moment? She was just a warm, sleepy mess, half wrapped around me like a blanket. And when my lips brushed her forehead again, she murmured almost inaudibly.
“Shut up and hug me.”
She was definitely going to be very bossy the next day.
I hugged her.
“I like this.”
Yoonda snuggled closer to me, sliding an arm around my waist to press herself closer. There was something unusually shy, and a little vulnerable about the way she pressed her face into the crook of my neck, as if all the jokes, the sarcasm, the games had finally faded away, just for a few moments.
Her next words were practically inaudible. Her voice was soft and slurred with lingering sleep, but they were clear in their own way.
Yoonda whispered, “Me too.”
I took off the condom and left it on the nightstand before snuggling up with her to rest. Yoonda watched me lazily with half-closed eyes as I disposed of the condom.
Her sleepy but present smile lingered as if she were already planning how to tease me later. But as soon as I settled down beside her, her expression softened.
She snuggled up against me, hooking her legs around mine as she hid her head under my chin with a sigh of satisfaction.
“Mmm, warm…”
Her fingers traced idle, absent patterns on my chest, as if she were still touching me just because she could. And when I wake up tomorrow? I’m sure she’d have something proud to say to me. Luckily, I wanted to be proactive about it before we fell asleep.
“If you’re going to joke about this tomorrow, please don’t act like you’re against repeating it at some point…”
Yoonda laughed sleepily against my chest. Her fingers continued to trace lazy circles on my skin before she fell asleep. My foresight amused her.“Oh, don’t worry… I’ll joke about it…”
She tilted her head up just enough to smile at me. Her eyes sparkled with promise.
“But I’ll also drag you back to bed as soon as I get the chance.”
With that, she snuggled back into my shoulder with a sigh of contentment.
(Translation: I wasn’t going to get rid of her anytime soon.)
As I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts lingered, imagining all the ways the next few days would unfold. Yoonda’s smug smiles, her snide comments, the times she would “accidentally” brush up against me in public, how she would insist on dragging me away for “alone time.”
Yes. It was going to be a wild ride… But I couldn’t bring myself to complain. Nor did I want to.
We fell asleep. Yoonda moved slightly, pressing herself closer to me: her warmth, her scent, the slow rise and fall of her breathing. She murmured something incoherent, half asleep, half content, but she didn’t move beyond that. And so… we both slept.
(The next morning, the teasing would begin.)