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The rushing air of a fan was brushing against Jiwon’s face. Causing blonde strands to fly around wildly, the cold feeling of her butt placed on concrete. Her eyes slowly adjusted to her surroundings, it was dim. Looking down she realized she was still in her work clothes.
The more pressing issue was the feeling of something tightly squeezing at her arms. Long ropes attached to tight ribbons clinged onto her skin, which definitely left marks. The fear had begun to set in. Her breathing had rapidly increased, eyes darting from place to place only leading to stairs that left a red hue at the bottom. Her stomach churned, memories replaying all events that lead up to today. There was a desire to scream for help, but she was unsure if that would bring her captor.
Mind raced, yet each memory leads back to the same person. Jang Wonyoung, that was the last person she saw. Part of her mind denied the fact or the possibility that it was her basement she was in. After all, her coworker was a sweetheart… The unnoticed tears dripped on her skirt. She had unselfconsciously started crying, whoever was holding her here only had a couple things in mind. Did this spell the end for her? She looked around for anything, maybe she could just escape like in the movies.
She looked around for pieces of broken glass, yet this basement she was in was spotless. Just a very cold floor. Her body in response went limp, she had given up hope. God, she knew what she was about to do was stupid. But may as well give it a try right? The blonde's desperate unanswered screams for help continued, maybe the walls were hollow. A passerby would hear the sound of the voice, call the cops? She noticed a blinking blue light above her. Turning her head upwards, there was someone watching. A camera, which only made the tears rush down even faster. This person has planned this, was she the first? Is she the last?
The creaking sound of the door knob from upstairs… The red from the other room glared through, bouncing off the wall. Feet began to move down towards her. As the figure stepped ever closer Jiwon’s suspicions were proven correct. A tall feminine frame, a smile despite everything that was happening. She came carrying clothes, pajamas… And what seemed to be Jiwon’s travel suitcase. Which meant she had time to go to her house, had her keys and even access to her car.
The person who had built posters in Jiwon’s head of her being the perfect person… Had kidnapped her, and had no intentions of letting her go. Just thinking about her now came with built in emotions she hasn’t felt before. Hate. She was always told she couldn’t hate, either she didn’t have it in her or she shouldn’t hate anybody. To be entirely honest, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling now. It was betrayal, something that left it’s own scars all over her.
Wonyoung set down all the needed things, kneeling down, placing her hand under Jiwon’s chin. In response Jiwon tried to move to the side, but Wonyoung would only straighten her to face her. Wonyoung’s smile was sweet, and it made the other uneasy. How can one be so intent with a life like this? Wonyoung’s face only inched closer to her, hand gripping her chin ever so tighter. Lips puckered as she locked with Jiwon. The feeling of saliva being shared between the two.
The sound of sucking echoed throughout the basement. Wonyoung’s cheeks became hollow and their intertwined breathing only made it more intimate for her. The fabric of her pajamas was stretching. Jiwon noticed a freakishly hard object protruding out, as Wonyoung would move forward it would poke her chest. The blonde tried desperately to deny the kiss, attempting to squirm out of it. Wonyoung’s grip on her had become too tight for her to move her face, and it began to hurt. The other’s tongue had made an appearance, a wrestling match between tongues ensued.
Jiwon, desperately trying to stop it, bit down on the other unwanted tongue entering her mouth. Wonyoung immediately retracted it, licking the top of her lip left a slight spot of blood. Wonyoung by all means should be angry, yet she seemed unphased. Taking her thumb and wiping the blood.
“mm… Do you hate me?”
Jiwon was unsure on how to answer, the more inquisitive side of her wanted to scream and ask why? The logical side wanted to answer yes immediately. But sometimes silence is the best answer.
“Are… you—hungry?”
The sound of Jiwon’s stomach growling gave a clear answer. The other laughed? She was laughing, like they were still at work, like they’d just get along. Maybe that’s what annoyed her the fact she was being treated like nothing was happening.
“Sorry about the fan. I’d like to get an AC installed for you, but that may take time.” Wonyoung’s sweet tone, and the beautiful sound of her voice. She was talking to her as if this was an airbnb… It made her— Dare she say feel welcomed?
“W-Why?”
Jiwon scrambled up her first words to the woman who cared enough to be her captor. Wonyoung never answered her, she shook her head and went upstairs. Jiwon lightly banged her head on the back of the wall. Amidst some of the stuff brought by the other her phone was there.
If only she could get out of these ribbons.
A couple of minutes passed, Wonyoung brought down pancakes. Placed them in front of her, and was fine with undoing the ropes so she could eat. A fork and butter knife were her chosen silverware. Wonyoung watched her slowly take bites, as if she was anticipating something.
There were only two pancakes cut into little squares for Jiwon. By the time she was done Wonyoung had given her a big smile. Grabbing the plate from her, Jiwon attempted to point the butter knife at the other.
Maybe in some hope to scare her. Just before this, Jiwon had discretely touched the knife and felt the sharpness of it. It wasn’t an ordinary butter knife, it had been sharpened, for a purpose she wasn’t sure. The kidnapper said nothing, placing the plate back down which in reaction made Jiwon jump.
“God, just—please—just… let me go.”
Wonyoung simply placed her hand out, grabbing a hold of Jiwon’s hand holding the knife. Guiding her arm to cut the palm of Wonyoung’s hand. The knife easily left a small cut. Wonyoung didn’t even wince, she kept the same smile. Which definitely skewed JIwon’s image of her.
Jiwon immediately dropped the knife. Part of her wanted to help the other tend to her wound. Instead she just left again. At least she was free now, she tried to chase after. She reached for the door, but it looked a little too hightech to be pulling on, eventually she gave up and returned down the stairs. She took the time to wander around the basement.
The other had spent a lot of money to make sure this place was perfect for living. Equipped with its own bathroom and shower. For now just a sleeping bag…
She grabbed the pajamas given to her by Wonyoung and wandered into the bathroom. She quickly removed her work clothes and hopped in the shower. That resolute feeling of hot water only trapped her deeper in her thoughts. There was something wrong with her coworker.
Was there something… wrong with her? The world had begun rotating violently, her legs had become noodles as she desperately clinged to the walls of the bath. Her back placed itself on the walls, as she slowly begun riding down them. Body drooped until she was eventually in a kneeling position but by that time…
Wonyoung knew that playing games with Jiwon would only bother her more. Though she was sweet and innocent more times than not, she’s smarter than she leads on. Of course not smart enough to know not to eat food from your captor. Wonyoung’s hand was freshly bandaged. She would head downstairs to the sound of trickling water. The idea of seeing Jiwon compromised in the shower, half asleep unable to fend for herself only gave her an erection.
Her member jumping to be released from the cheap fabric of the bunny themed pajama pants. Peeking the door open a half conscious Jiwon laid there, water meshed with her hair. Jiwon’s eyes were partially open, as if she was in paralysis her eyes followed Wonyoung. The panic in her pupils had only caused Wonyoung’s cock to throb, beating as if it was her own heart.
Quickly turning the water off, she dried Jiwon off. She carried her out of the bathroom, placing her on the cold floor. As she stood above her naked body her hand began to trail down. Pulling at the stretchy fabric as it yanked itself off of her cock. Applying saliva to her hand she applied slow friction. Dragging her hand from the base of her length all the way to the tip.
Fully coated in her own saliva, her head dropped back in ecstasy. As she jerked away at the sight of a sleeping Jiwon her perky tits, petite frame and slightly noticeable curvature. Part of her desperately wanted to fuck her already, get the hard part out of the way. Yet she knew she wanted Jiwon fully conscious for it.
She wanted Jiwon to hate her, to make every second of this so much easier. She didn’t want dates like normal people, that wasn’t enough for her. That was boring. She was tired of that, whatever this was? She wanted this, and with the only person she’s ever wanted this bad.
The only person she’s wanted and can’t have. At the thought that her speed picked up, the small moans that would leave her mouth were only of Jiwon’s name. Moist droplets of pre had leaked onto the chest of the other. Her free hand spent time caressing the other's body. Grabbing Jiwon’s hand and placing it on her member.
Attempting to close it around it, making a fist. That tight warmth, her hand guiding the other’s unknowing hand. It dragged across, was actively uncomfortable… But she didn’t care. Heavy breaths created their own fog.
“Fuck… J—Jiwon, Can you s—see how hard you make me…?”
Clinging onto the idea of servicing herself with any part of Jiwon she deemed necessary. She had begun to wonder what emotion she was missing in her life, why she didn’t care about what she was doing? Why keeping Jiwon in her home like this was fine.
She lacked empathy.
She had rid herself of that a long time ago. What she didn’t lack was love, she had so much. Stored in each part of her body, all for Kim Jiwon. As the other unknowingly jerked her off, it turned her on even more. What was her reaction going to be when she found herself naked coated in Wony’s love? She wanted to live in the difference between hate and love. She wanted to bear all of the brunette's hate, while she received all of Wonyoung’s love. Though, was she really going to get a hold of that? Can Kim Jiwon hate?
She had begun adapting to leading another hand to stroke away at her length, and god it felt amazing. A hand to drag itself against the throbbing vein, the kind that made her knees wobble and her toes curl. Her eyes were stuck looking at the ceiling, only occasionally catching a glimpse of Jiwon’s beautiful face.
“mm… I’m so close, baby..”
She leaned down to whisper into the other's ear. Part of her hoping that would awake her. As she increased the speed, her entire body began to shake. Rapid exhales followed each stroke, semen slowly rising itself out of her.
At first there were small spurts that dripped themselves onto Jiwon’s perfect body. Yet they eventually became long ropes that trailed down onto the side of Jiwon’s ribcage falling onto the ground.
A loud exhale followed, as Wonyoung’s length shrunk the sweat from her forehead trailed down onto her brow. Resting her knees down on the floor, she leaned her head back as her tip slightly touched the floor. The girl stood up, her knees weak as she tucked her length back into her pants. She knew she’d be back, this time she wanted to get a conscious Jiwon.
One who would give her all the reactions she needed. She would almost limp back up the stairs, fighting the urge to just take what she needed now. Making sure to close the door behind her.
God, once she came to her senses she was horrified. She realized what she had dreamt wasn’t a dream at all. Though her eyes were closed she heard all of it, and felt all of it too. It only confirmed her fears once she found her chest covered in Wonyoung’s… Ugh…
She had curled herself in a ball. The tears kept pouring, and she had a feeling it was only going to get worse. She ended up back in the shower again to wash off once more, but didn’t bother getting in… Just used a towel with water and soap on the outside to clean herself.
She put on pajamas that disgustingly smelled just like Wonyoung. The pants gifted to her had cartoonish cats on them, and the shirt just happened to be oversized enough to excuse the lack of a bra. When she finished judging the ‘fashion’ bestowed upon her, she reached for her phone in hopes of maybe being able to call authorities… The thing wouldn’t even turn on.
Figures.
She understood crying meant nothing, she understood screaming meant nothing. She understood dwelling on the fact she couldn’t do either meant nothing. Yet she still tried everything in her power. So when those didn’t work she tried to reason.
“H—Hey… Listen If… If I did something to you before—I’m sorry.”
She spoke desperately to the camera, which turned to face her. She knew she was listening now, but did it matter? She’s trying to reason with the same woman who masturbated to her while she wasn’t able to do anything to her. That feeling she was feeling again. She didn’t deserve this, they both knew she didn’t deserve this. She had never done anyone wrong, she never came off as suggestive. So what was Wonyoung’s infatuation with her?
Was this some kind of social experiment? A twisted fantasy being pushed on to someone unwilling to cooperate. Perhaps a group of camera men would show up and explain that the substance she was just covered in was very expensive slime… Then she’d get a million won and a trip to Hawaii and go about her life.
Alas, that wasn’t coming. Everyone knew it wasn’t coming. Maybe the worst part about being down here was that it was just her and nobody else. Camera’s peeking at her, followed her every movement. A freezing cold floor that was her resting place for now.
Feet dragged themselves across the ground, as she looked for things to do. Eventually led her to the bottom of the steps. The violent hue of red seeped under the door. As each step led her closer to the door handle. She figured it’d be worthless, the door would be locked anyway.
With the extension of her arm she placed her hand on the knob, it vibrated as it allowed itself to be open. The relief of finally stepping somewhere that wasn’t a basement. Only this place was much creepier.
Red lightbulbs hung above trays of liquid. Sinks seemed to occupy the area, she had an idea of what this place was— maybe she’d seen it in a movie before.
As she uneasily prodded and poked around the dark room, she had begun to ID the pictures. The first batch seemed to be pictures of them together, although light-hearted given Jiwon’s situation— it wasn’t as romantic as it should be.
Newer photos hung from pins, ones of Jiwon sleeping in the backseat of a car. Still in her work clothes, a heart written on the back of it. Gritting her teeth, she took in her situation and let it go.
As much as she wanted to rip the photo, she put it back on the pin and tried to move past it. While perusing she noticed another door, slightly crept open. Hoping it was her way out, she eagerly tiptoed to the door.
Unfortunately it was just another room. This room had even more pictures, these ones were finished. As she walked into the room, she saw herself. A lot, maybe a couple hundred times. Close up shots of her, shots that only the highest of quality could capture. Seeing the individual specs on her body, the crevices in her palms from a distance.
Some showcased her body fresh out the shower, steam still fogged up the right side of the window. Though nothing stopped her photographer from missing a shot. The ones of her in work, obviously nodding off at the computer. Stuck inside the printer room because the stupid printer wouldn’t work.
Her fidgeting with her hands, all of this had been caught on camera. Consumed and almost mass produced to fill a room's worth. And now her collection would only grow. She continued looking around— she should’ve left by now but she was enamored. How much of her life could be lived through these photos?
The photos were plastered along the wall, the lower she got in the section. The closer they got, though the creepiest one… It featured Jiwon resting in her own bed, a photo taken from the left as her captor got a birds eye view of her room. It filled her with questions, when was this? Turning the picture around no date was given. She returned the photo to its resting point, as she scurried outside of the room.
Though the room gave her the creeps, deep inside she hadn’t truly resented her yet. This level of yearning had never reached her, her whole life she hadn’t been pursued this way. Am I sympathizing with her? Words like this had begun to spin around her head, she shouldn’t be appreciative of residing in some woman's basement… Right?
Feeling like there’s nothing more waiting for her here, besides more compromising photos… She decided it’d be best to just return back to the basement. She scurried back down the stairs and rested next to the wall. She made eye contact with the camera and just sighed.
Wonyoung had laid everything out the way she had hoped it would go. Jiwon would inevitably wake up and look at all her pictures she captured. Surely she’d despise her even more after this, which would make some of the final acts even better.
Her mind was filled with the deepest desires, how they would all come into fruition. Each step she made downstairs, only continued the throbbing of her cock. As it freely jumped around not being restricted by boxers. Eventually she made it down the stairs, to which Jiwon was resting there. The two made eye contact. A rising tension had manifested inside the room, Jiwon’s eyes darted down to see the bulge that rested in the fabric. Wonyoung approached ever so closer, and Jiwon had begun to back away.
“Jiwon, don’t be scared. I’m only taking what I deserve.”
She was confused at why she deserved anything, but when she looked at her Wonyoung’s eyes seemed innocent and sweet, as if they were welcoming her in. Yet her way of speech was twisted, and the way her face molded couldn’t hide her intentions. The extension of Wonyoung’s hand was swatted away. Deep down Jiwon knew what was going to happen, it was inevitable.
Wonyoung felt like her libido was through the roof. How bad she thrived for Jiwon in this moment right now. Jiwon found herself against the wall. Though she desperately attempted to tussle with her, a mockery of what could be considered a wrestling match. As she screamed at the other.
“Get off of— … Me!”
Of course to no avail…
Wonyoung found herself atop of her with little battle to get the other pinned to the wall. As Jiwon moved her head to the side, the other placed her mouth on her neck. Forming her mouth in the shape of an O, she had begun to suck at the pure skin of hers. Jiwon desperately tried to pull her off of her, yet Wonyoung’s hold was too tight.
As she suckled at her neck, her hips had slowly begun to thrust onto Jiwon, the combined fabric mixed in with the heat of their bodies. Her cock slowly dragged itself against the thigh of the other. Wonyoung’s hands had begun to explore the body of Jiwon.
Digits trailed under her oversized shirt, full hands grabbed ahold of her mounds of flesh. Hand’s squeezed, thumbs played around with the others nipples. Listened to Jiwon’s winces and sounds of her moans… Noting that this was a sensitive area for her.
Wonyoung released her mouth from Jiwon’s side. Hand’s still ventured wherever she pleased. Taking her right and sliding it in Jiwon’s pants. The two of them right up close, as Jiwon refused to make eye contact with her.
Jiwon attempted to grab ahold of Wonyoung’s arm and pull it out of her pants. Though her arm was skinny, it wouldn’t move for anything. And before she knew it, she felt one of her fingers drag against her underwear. She faced Wonyoung for the first time since she got ahold of her, her eyes were filled with focus. She was going to get what she wanted.
Wonyoung turned her index finger into a hook, pulled the panties off to the side slowly inserting one finger into her slit. The finger had begun to rapidly wiggle inside, trying her best to pull it out and put it back in with the space given to her. The moisture of Jiwon’s slit only gave her easier access with her finger. Though her and her cock had grown completely tired of the foreplay. She removed her hands from Jiwon’s body.
“Even if you fight me, I know you want this.” Her voice was stern. She was positive this is what Jiwon wanted, even if it wasn’t she was going to make her want this. After all, isn’t that what love is all about?
Still pinned against the wall she pushed Jiwon down against the wall, now she rested on her knees. Wonyoung’s member peeked through her unbuttoned pajama pants, she lined it up perfectly with Jiwon’s mouth. To which she desperately tried to maneuver around it, even going as far as to keep her mouth shut.
Wonyoung grabbed ahold of her face, placing her two fingers in the other's mouth. The fingers clawed at the right side, they pulled and pulled hoping to pull that mouth of hers open. Her free hand already paved the way for her. The fingers pried, until eventually for a split second her mouth had opened. Wonyoung’s cock had already found its way inside, grabbing the back of Jiwon’s head so she wouldn’t be able to deny it.
Wonyoung thrusted deep inside of Jiwon’s mouth. Riding her cock against the feeling of Jiwon’s tongue. Thrusts pushed against the roof of her mouth, as the other tapped her legs giving them small slaps as a manner to stop. Tip of her cock hitting the back of her mouth, as she released spurts of precum down her throat.
Wonyoung forced her head all the way down to the base, the tapping increased. Wonyoung’s own satisfaction had numbed any other feeling in her mind. The sound of gurgling and Wonyoung’s loud moans were the only things that echoed throughout the room.
“You’re such a f—fucking… mm… Slut, Jiwon…” Ridiculing her, in any way possible. “Feeling so… good… Yet you’re denying me…” Her being soaked helped her paint the picture that Jiwon wanted her body taken by Wonyoung. That she was the only who could do something this immoral and still please her after all this time.
Wonyoung’s eyes had rolled into the back of her head, hair had become a frizzled mess as she huffed continuously throughout the entire process. Hands clawed and scratched at the back of Jiwon’s head, gripping her blonde locks as they flowed through it.
Her speed increased, her cock had been rushing itself in and out of the other's mouth. Jiwon had become less resistant to it, she had grown tired. She also seemed to be taking it even better now. Wonyoung gave up on her mouth, and desperately wanted to try out her body now.
She shifted Jiwon’s position to the ground. She laid on the lower regions of her body, as she ripped and tore at Jiwon’s shirt. Allowing her breasts to breathe. Wonyoung gripped at the bottom of her own shirt, pulling it over head and throwing it to the side.
Jiwon noticed with the way Wony was sitting on her, her cock held just above her stomach. Its ominous shadow loomed over her, the fear of an unwanted length stretching her insides. “G—God… Y—You’re crazy if you think that’ll fit…” Body still catching up with having it in her mouth.
Wonyoung only chuckled a little. Jiwon’s hands and arms began to move on their own. Attempting to reject any further advancements.
Attempting to push Wonyoung from atop of her. Hands slapped against Wonyoung’s clean skin, Jiwon’s hands left prints against her skin. The small wince that followed as she bit her lips. But still, Wonyoung didn’t budge, cold hands grabbed hold of Jiwon’s wrists.
Left hand moved the left wrists to the right, which she now had a tight hold on both with just one of her hands. Scooting off of her, she positioned the tip for entry. The tip rubbed against her captors lips, with each accidental entry the end was coated in Jiwon’s juices.
Pushing the tip in, she gave Jiwon only half of her length so far. In return she received small pushes in and out. Jiwon let out a small shriek in return, her walls squeezed on the length that was given to her. Hand let go of her wrists now. The hands battled with Wonyoung, as they mushed themselves with her face.
Jiwon’s hands grabbed at Wonyoung’s shoulders, digging into them with her nails. As Wonyoung pushed deeper and deeper inside. Meanwhile Wonyoung’s hands caught a tight hold of the other's waist. As she pulled her down onto the base of her cock. Maneuvering her hips back and pulling Jiwon with her.
Her slit had become a hole dug for Wonyoung’s length. Meant to bury it deep inside of her, putting her most prized possessions inside of it. To break in how tight the hole happened to be, Wonyoung would only get rougher. The sound of skin slapping together reverberated in the desolate and freezing basement.
She was sure the way Jiwon’s nails dug into her body would leave scarring. And maybe she enjoyed that fact a lot more. She watched as Jiwon bit her lips, avoiding giving the other the satisfaction of hearing her moans.
Wonyoung continually showed no signs of stopping, removing her hands from the others waist hands cupped Jiwon’s breasts. As she grabbed under them, even going as far as to give them small squeezes. The nails that dug into her had become less forceful, almost going limp on her shoulders.
Jiwon’s expressions morphed into a flurry of different emotions. Though she physically tried to keep her mouth closed, muffled moans would eventually escape. Eyes rolled back, legs had begun uncontrollably shaking.
Wonyoung felt the rush of liquids rush out from her slit, pouring out from the bottom under her member. Wonyoung abruptly pulled out as even more sprayed against her chest. Even though it feels like she just started, the other had already came.
The synchronized breaths for air the two shared continued for a little. But Wonyoung was nowhere near close, and she was going to make sure she got what she wanted.
“Are you ready for more… bitch?”
A smile forged itself on Wonyoung’s face, that was the first time she got to use that word. And fuck it felt so good. Jiwon laid there unresponsive, bottoms covered in a pool of her own mess. The only way she could tell she was still conscious was her rapid breathing.
Aligning her cock with the other slit, she immediately forced it back in. Picking up back in the pace she left off, though this time felt even more intense than before. Jiwon no longer fought to keep her mouth shut, her moans were sweet. The strain of her voice, the tears that swelled in her eyes.
The stuttered sniffles continued, the distance between the two’s faces decreased. As the dominant one leaned toward the other's ear. The small moans and grunts of hardship ringed in Jiwon’s ear. Wonyoung dragged her hand under Jiwon’s head and lifted it up.
“mm… you’re so good for me baby…” The exhales of her steamy breath that brushed the right side of her head. “Even though.. ‘m… forcing myself on you… You still won’t fight me off…” Though she would prefer so much more resistance, this was just as good. Like a true slut she submitted her body to Wonyoung’s mercy.
Wonyoung’s weight toppled Jiwon, she laid perfectly atop of her. Hips thrusted her member as it reached crevices no one has and no one will ever reach. All while she cupped her head and shared her feelings.
Jiwon being on the receiving end of Wonyoung’s love, felt her body twist and contort at the pain of what’s happening. Slit resculptured to please the other for as long as she remains in this basement.
Her vocal chords choked up on asking questions like why, instead the only things that came out were moans. Her mind fought to deny the euphoric rush she was given on the very floor of this basement. The dopamine that overloaded her brain.
“Can’t speak… mm.. is ‘m… dick that good?” Wonyoung continuously jested to a “participant” who was never going to respond. That rushing sensation took over.
Wonyoung though aggressive, passionately held the other. Digits cupped the back of Jiwon’s head, held it to the neck of her own. As she pushed deeper inside, her length had begun throbbing inside of her slit.
Lines of precum exited from the tip, Wonyoung’s breathing patterns had amped. Nails definitely scraping against the back of the other's head, as her free hand desperately grabbed at imaginary sheets on the cold floor.
The other's legs, as if she was possessed, had wrapped themselves around her pursuers back. Keeping her locked at the very end of her slit. Wonyoung’s whole body violently shakes she couldn’t believe it.
With no warning the girl had released inside of the other. The stroke's speed decreased, as the moans began to dim and became a long exasperated exhale. Wonyoung remained cuddling the other into her for a good while.
Jiwon felt the warmth slowly trail out of her, the fear of what could come after this began to set in. Yet she didn’t move, neither did Wonyoung. The other slowly lifted herself off of her doll… Length popped right out once the distance between them grew.
“Hah… H—Holy shit.”
Wonyoung panted as her chest pumped as she sat down almost in a ball-like position. Knees pointed to the roof as her length slowly shrunk itself.
“Y—You… locked me… You really are a slut…”
At this point, Jiwon had no tears left to give Wonyoung. Her brain was acting on its own, made weird decisions that she was sure she wouldn’t hear the end of.
When Jiwon came to, she realized she was just being stared at, admired. As if this was some kind of art piece.
What was she to say? Don’t do it again? Was she going to stop her? That she hated every second of it? Well… That’d only be half true. She might as well try and make conversation…
“C—Can… Hah… I ask… why now?”
Jiwon put together her first sentence in what feels like eons. She lifted her head up slightly to look at the other, beady eyes desperately awaited a response.
Wonyoung raised her shoulders and tilted her head. The other frustratedly sighed and placed her head back on the ground.
The truth is Wonyoung did have an answer, but she figured it wouldn’t be anything she’d want to hear. It’s cheesy, and plays out like a really dark romance or a strange porno.
This was the only way she would dream of hurting Jiwon. Even if it made her cry, the tears that she gave her tonight were rare. With Jiwon she was aware this would only last a few sessions before it turned into actual love.
This is love for Wonyoung, and very soon she’ll make sure Jiwon shares the same sentiments.
As time flew by Jiwon received more leeway, she had been let free of the basement and even offered time outside given plenty of opportunities to run away. Maybe because it’s so late that she had been given these liberties…
She no longer felt like running away, despite it all Wonyoung was sweeter than she seemed. She took care of her, and it beat living alone and loving someone else.
She cooked for her, and even went as far as to satisfy her… Even if she didn’t stay around to take care of her after it was fine! All she needed was someone to sleep under.
They often watched movies together, and got to know each other a lot more. Jiwon no longer had issues helping Wonyoung with any… taxing issues down there. Especially now…
Jiwon's head angled to Wonyoung’s length on her knees, as its shadow towered over. Jiwon added saliva to her hand, wrapping it around the cock in front of her.
The slippery friction as it rubbed up against the tip and moved back towards the base, pinkie finger slightly grazed against Wonyoung’s balls. A long exhale followed as she slowly tugged against her length.
Wonyoung placed her hand on the others face, moving a small strand of hair out of the way… She saw it on a video, and thought it was romantic.
Rubbed her thumb against her cheek. The small giggle that followed gave her a small bit of satisfaction. Though she couldn’t stand for delays any longer.
Already eager to get started she moved that same hand to the back of Jiwon’s head, forcing her head down on her cock. Leaving no room for her to talk, she had begun moving her head for her.
Jiwon’s hands rested at her side. As Wonyoung’s length hit both sides of her cheeks protruding through both the left and right sides for a few moments.
Wonyoung forced her head to bob up and down for a little longer, before she realized Jiwon was working on her own. Allowing her to take control, she leaned her head back.
Jiwon had gradually become better at this, her tongue wriggled around the length. Played with the hole at the tip, but also wrapped itself around it. Wonyoung’s thighs had begun shaking already. Legs had become limp almost, but she still fought to stand.
“Fuck… You’re so good, gonna make me… hah… cum quick…”
Wonyoung reached to wipe the drool that was being produced from her own mouth. As her own cock jumped up and down in Jiwon’s mouth. Her speed wasn’t rushed, it was nice and slow. Covered each inch, tongue pressed itself against each vein.
Made it feel as if she was going to reach her climax so much earlier. Wonyoung had become worried if she turned Jiwon into a pro or not… Or if she knew exactly how to make Wonyoung cum.
Wonyoung put as much movement into this as she could, thrust her hips in sync with her mouth. The combo of her hips pushing in and the lips pulling out caused a continued wobbling of her legs.
“Oh—… ‘m gonna cum, gonna…”
Wonyoung bucked her hips, as she grabbed hold of the other's head and made her stay at her base. Shooting her hot liquids down her throat. She slowly separated her cock from Jiwon’s mouth.
An accomplished sigh followed, as the sound of swallowing pursued right after. If they didn’t have somewhere they needed to be in 20 minutes, Wonyoung would love to give her body a try.
“Hey, you can… phew… Do your makeup in the car right?”
“Wouldn’t… hah… have offered if I couldn’t.”
Though deep down Wonyoung will always be upset she never got what she wanted.