Ah, I Want to Fuck a Hero
Ah. I wanted to fuck a hero. Sure, I hadn't achieved that long-held dream, but it wasn't like I had zero experience. If anything, I might have quite a bit under my belt.
I'd never seriously dated a villain, but this world was a goddamn animal kingdom. Pretty girls with killer bodies rolled in the sheets just as much as their looks demanded. Hot guys had hordes of women under them. Survival of the fittest, right? The one doing the fucking in one place gets fucked in another.
And smack in the middle of that jungle, there was another way to drift along carefree. That rumor about me. Y'know, the one where every girl I'd slept with came back acting all weird. That was enough.
I didn't even have to do much—girls would get that itch in their lower bellies and come crawling to me on their own. Sure, I treated most of them like lab rats, broke them, then cut contact, but still.
Anyway. Back then, there was this one girl who'd pulled something similar to Lee Hayun. Unlike Hayun, who was kneeling there all tense right now, this one—straight out of the animal kingdom—flashed a relaxed smile and tried to push me down onto the bed.
Her tits were way bigger too, so I figured plenty of idiots fell for that look. But Hayun was different. Unlike that slut who'd rolled around until she figured out her tastes, Hayun was pure.
She didn't even know what her own preferences were yet, or exactly where her sensitive spots were. She was probably hooked on that one word—noona—and that's why she was acting like this. Noonas leading the way felt more natural.
A flustered, inexperienced noona was less appealing than one who seemed chill and in control. Getting pinned under her little bro, kissing and feeling it—that had to be embarrassing. So she wanted to take the reins.
Just moments ago she'd been melting all sweet, and now she was snapping out of it with that dopey smile. Yeah, definitely. She was cute as hell, in so many ways. Almost too cute for the "noona" label.
"Lie down? There?"
"Y-yeah…."
I pointed at her thighs with my gaze, and Hayun nodded hesitantly. I got the gist of what she wanted.
She'd give me a thigh pillow like a proper noona, grab my rock-hard cock all confidently, tease it relentlessly with her fingertips like a pro, then stroke my hair while I came messily all over. 'Cause that felt the most noona-like.
Yeah. Hayun forcing the noona act was cute and all.
"……."
Cute, but not exactly my thing.
If she'd actually oozed maternal vibes, maybe, but Hayun was just a bright-eyed puppy face with a small head that suited her ponytail perfectly. Surprisingly busty too, always laughing hoho with everyone like she'd befriend anyone—except her erogenous zones were ridiculously slutty.
Second-year hero trainee at the academy and all. I'd break her down bit by bit, train her to my tastes. No way was I letting myself get tamed.
The collar went on her, not me. I wanted to snap a leash labeled [Lee Hayun] around her neck and yank while she knelt there for that thigh pillow. Treat her rough until she wagged her tail and rolled over belly-up for me. Train her proper.
"Noona."
"…Huh?"
"Should I turn off the light?"
"Wh-what?"
"The light. The bulb."
"Oh, uh. Yeah, probably better to…."
I switched topics, and she glanced at my body while answering. Feeling her eyes, I stripped off my shirt, killed the light, and approached her again.
I grabbed two condoms from the drawer under my computer desk. No mood lighting, but it wasn't full dark yet—plenty visible.
Hayun's tits were right there, exposed since I'd stripped her earlier. She was too busy eyeing my body after I tossed my tee aside. And that tiny packet caught her eye, making her tense up big time.
Part of me wanted to ignore her protests, fuck her senseless till she passed out… but I shelved that urge. Lives weren't infinite.
Right on cue, Hayun patted her soft thighs.
"N-now lie here, Woojin. My lap."
"…And what're you gonna do after I lie down?"
"Uh… something… nice…?"
"Something nice, huh."
She scratched her cheek, embarrassed, but I knew she had it figured out. With a thigh pillow, the options boiled down to nursing handjob play.
A bit off for a noona, but whatever—her sex knowledge probably topped out there. I let it slide. Taming an inexperienced girl was hotter anyway.
I stepped right up to her face.
"Exactly what 'nice' thing were you planning?"
"S-something good. Something that'll feel great…."
"No repeating yourself. …Gonna give me a blowjob or what?"
"Blow—?!"
I threw in a slight misdirect, and her shoulders jerked as she fidgeted bashfully. She knew the term, at least. Elementary school level cleared.
"N-not that…! If I did, at least after a shower…."
"Handjob then?"
"Y-yeah, that… …Yeah. With my hand…."
She mumbled softer and softer, barely audible by the end. Made sense—better the hand than her mouth tasting cock directly or losing her virginity in one go up front.
Lifetime of rubbing her clit was one thing; gripping and stroking something? Nah. But whatever.
Regardless of if I liked it, her wanting to do something for me was good news. Even if it was handjob play I hadn't asked for.
I could pretend to love it. Act like I'd always wanted to try. Accept her offer and toss in one demand of my own.
"Thanks, but me just receiving from noona feels unfair."
"Huh…?"
"So."
"…Eh……."
I pulled her hand to my pants. Mine settled gently on her smooth thigh.
"…How about we do it to each other? You and me, noona."
"……."
Like it was a fair trade. No mention of who benefited more.
I squeezed the inside of her thigh—the spot she'd rubbed raw masturbating to me last night. Whispered.
*****
Tick, tick. A light metallic clink, then the satisfying rub of leather on fabric by my ear.
Jangle, jangle. Belt hitting the floor, echoing through the one-room. Pants pooling down. Boxers—struggling to hide my cock—thudding atop them.
Me settling casually beside Hayun. Her blinking back to reality after staring blankly. Her hesitantly folding her uniform skirt by the bedhead.
I grabbed her chin, pulled her up—no resistance as our tongues tangled with wet schlick-schlick sounds drumming my eardrums.
"…What're you doing, noona."
Smack… phah…. "Huh? What d'you mean why…?"
"We said we'd do each other."
"……Yeah."
"So why've you been sitting there?"
"…I-it's just…."
"…First time seeing a real dick? You've seen mosaics a few times at least."
"I-I have seen those, but…."
I kept tugging her hand—always drifting back to her lower belly—over to my throbbing cock. She poked it tentatively with her fingertips, then let them drop again.
Licking my saliva off her lips, she asked,
"Does it always look like this…?"
"Usually smaller. Can't walk around like this 24/7."
"N-no, not that—I meant… are all guys… this big…?"
Her jade eyes, lit by the evening glow, stared at my cock.
Her tiny hands would need both to grip it halfway; index-to-thumb ring? No chance of encircling it. Great for a fuckbuddy, monstrous for pounding a lover raw with desire.
Her gaze lingered, complicated.
"You've seen mosaics, noona."
"……Yeah."
"How's this compare?"
Whispering ticklishly, her throat bobbed with a gulp.
If she hated it, no looks. Embarrassed? Cover her eyes, tell me to dress, or whine we couldn't tonight.
But staring holes, snapping to, turning away shakily? Simple meaning.
"It's… huge…."
She was interested. A bit.
Bigger than anything beyond a screen. Chance to hold that monster herself.
"B-but… won't it hurt if I touch it…?"
"Why would it?"
"…Huh? It doesn't?"
"Does it hurt when girls masturbate?"
"No, but… it's all engorged with blood…."
"……."
"If it doesn't hurt… I'll… try…."
Her hand crept toward me, excited now—after fleeing my grip moments ago. All pretense.
Her soft fingertips on my cock got me revved, but like earlier today, I wrapped an arm around her waist.
Thick hoodie had blocked the feel then; now, bare skin pressed my forearm—her tits hiked up by me.
No words. Our bodies spoke.
Hayun gripped the base gingerly. Rethought it—switched to two fingers ringed tight.
Small hands made it snug, but bearable. Better than too-good-too-fast anyway.
I slid mine into her panties.
Villain girls always had bush; didn't faze me. But smooth mound under my fingers? Swallowed hard.
Body hair just didn't grow? Or waxed? Razor would've left stubble. Wax recent? No peach fuzz.
Wonder if Jiyoon's like this too. Imagining that icy face over a bald white pussy—
Hayun beat me to it, stroking up and down. Glans snagging her fingers, veiny shaft grinding, base bubbling pre.
Schlick, schlick.
"…F-feels good…?"
After just a couple strokes, such a virgin question.
So I repaid.
"Nngh…?"
"……."
"W-wait, Woojin…?!?"
Ignoring her panic, my fingers in her panties started moving slow.
How she masturbated. Spots she scratched for pleasure. Spots to press.
Weak points she didn't know. I knew them all.
…Nipping her ultra-sensitive ear with teeth.
"Ahh… ngh…???"
Schlick, schlick. Her diligent strokes froze.
"Woo-jin, Woojin… eek…?"
Drool falling under her lolling head.
"Ngh…? Nn…?? Ah…?"
Thighs twitching, grabbing my wrist like stop, this is weird.
"I-I'm cumming, I came, Woojin……."
Sticky fluids soaking the bed drowned her moans.
Then I really got to work.
"………? …?? ……♡…?"
Receiving from another what you'd only done solo? Nothing like it compared to mere masturbation.