Decoy (4)
Park Hyeonwoo oppa slips the condom on right in front of me. It's embarrassing with all my fluids smeared on it, but he doesn't seem to care. He presses the tip against the blunt head and rolls it down. I just stare blankly. It's always like this. I tell myself I need to snap out of it today, that I absolutely can't feel good this time... but like a lie, it happens anyway. Hell, I'm even getting excited on my own, looking forward to it. An unbearable guilt wells up inside me.
I comfort myself that I'm doing it because oppa wants it, because oppa likes it... but deep down, I know I'm thinking something else entirely. I try hard to ignore my true feelings, shoving them away. I bury them deep and cover it all up with my love for oppa, wrapping it neatly. I'm doing this because I love oppa. I'm only putting up with it for him. Because he likes it, because he wants it... Even me feeling good must be what he wants. He's craving it from me so badly, twitching like that. I repeat it to myself over and over—he's craving it, he's craving it—as I wrap my hand around Hyeonwoo oppa's cock.
It throbs in my palm like it's ready. I ignore the pounding excitement in my chest.
"Seoyeoni, since it's your first time, should we take orders?"
"Huh? Orders...?"
"Minjun hyung, I mean. Don't you wanna see something?"
Hyeonwoo oppa grins and glances down at oppa. Isn't this too mean? But oppa doesn't seem bothered. His flushed face just keeps twitching.
"Hyung, what do you wanna see? Just pick how we start. We'll handle the rest."
Oppa hesitates, then lifts his head.
"Uh, then... could you do it from behind...?"
"Ooh~"
Suddenly, all eyes are on me. I freeze, gripping Hyeonwoo oppa's cock tight.
"Seoyeoni's favorite! What do you think?"
"N-no, I..."
"Pussy facing Minjun hyung... wait, no, you two should face each other, right?"
Before I know it, I'm on my stomach. I have no idea what's happening. Hyeonwoo oppa's behind me, and oppa's kneeling in front. Oppa, trembling, looks up past my ass.
"H-haa... hey, Hyeonwoo..."
"Yeah?"
"Can I... kiss Seoyeoni...?"
"Kiss? That'd make it a threesome? ...Whoa, you're insane. Hyung, you gotta ask Seoyeoni that."
Oppa looks up at me with desperate eyes. I don't know. I don't get threesomes or whatever, but it feels like I have to let him. It's all for oppa anyway—even if it's weird, I have to do it for him. Oppa's face lights up. With an expression ready to burst, one I've never seen before, he leans in. I close my eyes as he does.
A soft tongue pushes into my mouth.
"Whoa, fuck... can't keep up."
Oppa and my tongues tangle wetly. It's a different thrill from what I just did with Hyeonwoo oppa. Kissing oppa like this feels new. I can feel his trembling through his soft tongue. It's tender, dripping with affection, but there's this desperation too. Something urgent, even. Oppa wants me so bad. It hits me vividly.
"I'll just do my thing, right?"
Hyeonwoo oppa's voice sounds distant. My neck aches from tilting my head back in this position, but I don't care. I wish oppa kissed me like this every time. I wish he always wanted me this much, got this excited just looking at me, went crazy for me. If he always did it like this, then maybe I...
"Heu, chup... churp... hng, eung...?"
Lost in the kiss with oppa, my ass gets grabbed. He yanks it open, spreading my shameful hole wide. Shame makes me fumble to reach back—but then no thoughts are possible anymore.
"......!!"
Something thick and hard pries me open, pushing inside. It keeps coming, scary amounts, and I clench with all my might, but it's useless. With a wet tzup!, it slides deeper.
"Ahhuk...? Heuk, heuuu...!"
A spot I haven't felt in days throbs deep in my belly. Something blunt presses there, rubs it, crushes it, mashes it. My mouth falls open; I can't breathe. Pain...? No, not anymore. It started as pain, but with constant kuuk-kuuk presses, it changes.
"Haa... ut, hauuk...♡"
An ecstatic bliss explodes from deep inside, spreading through my whole body—bliss so intense it feels like dying. I realize I've been desperately waiting for this. It never reached this far before, just teasing the front. Even straining or hugging tight, it never worked. Not just the depth—the fullness too. There was always something missing. It filled me but not completely, like it wasn't enough. How could that be? It all vanishes in an instant. This happy fullness resolves everything; tears well up. It's so good, so perfect, I'm going insane. I can't even remember that lacking feeling. My mind empties. And in the void, only the thing filling me remains.
"Chup... eup, heu, heuuu..."
I forget what I was doing. Something soft desperately licks around... but it's annoying. A nuisance, even. Right now, I just want to focus on this filling me up. I pull my face away, shaking my head. Whatever was in front of me drops off. Oppa... flashes briefly—but just that. Suddenly, the thing inside me starts to pull out. I don't want to lose it; I clench hard.
"Hauk, heuuu... heuk!"
Even biting down, it slips out ridiculously easy. Everything inside me empties. I want it back in. I want that pleasure again. I bury my face in the sheets, ass high. I even shake it hopefully. My shameful hole spreads wide naturally, but I don't care. Do whatever—just fuck me again.
"Heuk...? Hauk, euk, uk! Heuguk...!!"
Did my desperation work? It fills me with breathless happiness. Grabs my waist like handles. Thrusts so deep it knocks the air out, crushing down. That weird shape scrapes my insides on the way out. Repeat. My head shakes wildly, tits drag on the sheets—but pure bliss.
"Heuk, heuguk, euk! Eut, ut...!"
White fireworks explode in my head. Beastly moans spill from my slack mouth. Something wraps around the sheets I'm clawing. A sweaty, trembling hand. I need those sheets to rip... but since it's grabbing, I let go. Our sweaty hands clasp tight. Slick and gross—but one deep thrust fades even that.
"Whoa. That's the one from that porn, right?"
Hyeonwoo oppa says something cryptic. I don't get it... but the pressing pleasure drowns it out.
"Phew. Hyung, mind cleaning up?"
They leave me behind and head to wash up. Something... feels dead inside. Too much stimulation turns people like this, huh? Feels like every brain wrinkle burned out. Shower water runs, mixed with rubbing and scrubbing sounds. Like an idiot, I sit on the floor, picturing them. Post-sex lovers hugging tight. Washing each other, wiping fluids. Soft skin must feel good. Of course, I can't join. With my sweaty, sticky body, I wipe my dick roughly and start cleaning the floor.
I mop up Seoyeoni's traces, straighten the messy bedding. I pick up the tossed condom. It's heavy and ragged. Inside, thick white cum; outside, her pussy juices caked on thick. Her clear fluids turned milky from all the pounding and grinding. I roll tissue, dump the cum. Thick globs pour out with a nauseating stench. The condom feels precious. Can't imagine Seoyeoni taking this raw. It'd overflow her womb. Wonder how much more. Probably rest a bit, then go again. Hyeonwoo'll get hard; Seoyeoni'll leak again. Show that face from before. Chest feels heavy. Heavy, but arousing. How do they even do sex like that? Learn from Hyeonwoo, could I? Any tips? Looking back, nothing special. Just thrusts and shakes like me. I look at my shriveled dick. What I could never do, he does effortlessly.
"Hyung~ Hold on!"
"Huh?"
"Can you bring that condom?"
Unbelievable. Again? In the bathroom? Barely came... Dumbly holding the rag, I snap to and bring it.
"Thanks~ How's the room? All clean?"
"Uh... mostly."
"That was Seoyeoni's squirt, not just pussy juice. Might smell if you just wipe—rinse with water again."
Seoyeoni's hidden by the door. Squirt...? The word stuns me, but I nod like an idiot.
"B-but you're gonna do it again...?"
"If we can, why not."
Hyeonwoo shrugs casually.
"Seoyeoni...? Won't she be tired...?"
"She said she's down for it, obviously! Haha, don't worry about Seoyeoni."
"..."
I wish Seoyeoni'd say something. Silence.
"Anyway, we'll wash up and come out—finish up nice~"
Hyeonwoo shuts the door. I stare blankly, then stumble back to the room.
"..."
No visible wet spots, but maybe a faint smell like he said. I wet the rag, toss it down. My pathetic vent, but just realize how lame. On knees, crawling, mopping. Quiet bathroom erupts with Seoyeoni's moans again. Echoing louder, lewder. Pathetic... so why's my dick hard? Erect cock swings between my legs.