Fucking at Home
"W-what the hell are you talking about?"
Did I hear that right? I stared at my phone screen in a panic, but the call had already ended. Wait, so he's coming over to my place... to wreck my pussy?
"To my house?" Here? I glanced around. The floor was sticky with spilled love juice, and the laundry basket was stuffed with the drenched bedsheet reeking of female musk. And outside the front door...
"Oh, shit..."
How the hell am I supposed to clean all this up? No matter what, showing someone my place in this state is mortifying. Sure, guys and girls wrecking pussies is fine between the sexes, but letting someone see the mess from me jerking off alone? That's just too pervy.
First things first—the hallway's the biggest problem. Surprisingly, there wasn't much love juice spilled inside the house. Well, precisely, the bedsheet had soaked most of it up, leaving only a manageable amount.
"Whoa..."
But the hallway... it's bad. Real bad. I cracked open the door and peeked out—it looked like someone had dumped a couple buckets of water. If it wasn't so sticky, I'd swear it was just a spill.
I stared blankly at the sight before slamming the door shut. The smell was kinda strong too.
"What now."
Maybe wipe it up with a towel first. I grabbed the biggest towel in the house—the one I use for baths. It's almost as tall as me. This should handle it, right?
I clutched the towel tight and opened the front door, peering out. And there, right in the middle of the hallway, was Jung Taeyang looking flustered.
"Ack."
Eye contact. I tried to slam the door shut, but he grabbed it faster. Why the fuck is he so strong? Or am I just that weak?
"Why close it?"
"W-wait there a sec... lemme clean up the house..."
"It's soaked out here though? Can't I come in?"
I struggled to shut the door, grunting with effort, but there was no shaking his hand off. In the end, he yanked it open, and Jung Taeyang stepped inside.
"Whoa..."
The moment he entered, he let out an impressed whistle and looked around. Mortified, I immediately spread my pussy and shoved it toward him.
"Don't look at the weird stuff—hurry up and wreck my pussy already!"
"Why the rush? That desperate to fuck me?"
"B-because it's embarrassing..."
"Spreading your pussy isn't?"
"Huh? Why would shoving my pussy out be embarrassing? It's not weird for guys and girls to play with pussies, right...?"
Normal girls don't feel much before their pussies get developed. That's why guys play with them to hone their technique while the girls get their pussies trained—it's standard couple stuff. What's embarrassing about that?
"Oh, right. I forgot. But why no kiss?"
"You idiot? Kisses are for lovers."
Of course, I have zero plans to date. My mind's still a guy's—dating would be too much.
"...That's some weird mindset. Okay!"
"What's weird about it?"
"Nah. Anyway, shove your pussy out more. I'll make it so bad you can't even do daily chores."
"Ah, okay."
I pushed my pussy out further as he ordered. Sure, it's already hypersensitive, but getting even more so doesn't sound bad...?
"Ngh..."
As I thrust it out, he stepped closer. His scent hit me—way stronger than the shirt from before.
"You're soaked."
Love juice was drooling from my pussy. I'd thought I'd emptied it all earlier, but there was plenty left.
"Haa..."
My pussy twitched and squirted out more juices. Even I could tell it looked slutty.
"Feels good?"
"Yeah...♡"
He was already fiddling with my clit, whispering right in my ear. God, his smell is so... intense.
"Wanna date me then?"
"Ahh...♡ N-no, can't..."
"Why? Dating would feel even better."
If it feels good, sure, but dating? No way. Dating's for two people in love, right? I don't love him, and even if I did... that'd be wrong.
"S-still... nooo♡"
"Really? Hmm..."
He made a complicated face but didn't stop fingering me. And just like that, I came.
"Heeek...♡"
"Why no dating?"
"Th-that's...♡"
Like I could say I used to be a guy.
"Won't tell me?"
"C-can't...♡"
"Then cum."
"Hiiiik♡ W-wait nooo♡♡"
Suddenly, he sped up—pounding right on my best spots. No resisting that; I was done for.
"Heek, ngh♡"
My legs shook like I might collapse, but I held on. Can't just flop when a guy's playing with your pussy—that's rude.
I barely endured, but I was at my limit. No way I could stand much longer.
"One more."
"W-wait..."
He ignored me and shoved his fingers back in.
"I-I can't hold it..."
"Tough it out."
"Y-you bastard...♡ Hii♡"
Climax. "Hiiiik♡" Another one. "...♡"
Double digits at least, all from fingers.
"Haa... Guess I gotta fuck you now. Can't hold back."
"F-fuck...?"
Brain-fried from nonstop orgasms, I collapsed and mumbled. My pussy was already wrecked beyond pleasure. His dick now? Daily life might actually be impossible.
But refusing a guy who wants to fuck? Not an option. Guys have it harder—no fingers or hips for them, just endurance. So girls usually go along when they want it.
"G-gently... please...?"
It felt risky, so I begged for soft.
He wordlessly lifted me up. I leaned on him to stand, and he grabbed my thighs...
"Wha?"
He hoisted me under the thighs—standing carry-fuck position.
"Th-this... usually faces opposite... right...?"
Normal carry-fucks face away, but we were facing each other. My face buried in his chest, thighs and ass gripped, pussy right at his dick.
I instinctively clung tight. My legs wrapped around his waist too.
"Hold on tight."
I barely heard him over the scent—
*Schlop!*
"Hroooh...♡"
His dick slammed in while I was distracted. My defeated pussy—post-multiple orgasms and his smell—took it effortlessly. That huge cock filled me to the end in one go.
"Hek♡ Hiik♡ Haa...♡"
"Feels like a real dickhouse like this. Wanna try being a dickcase?"
"N-nooo...♡"
"Use polite speech."
"Y-yes sir...♡"
Huh. Why polite? Whatever—cock-brain erased all that.
"Sebin. Last chance—if I fuck you proper, your pussy might turn into a retard hole that squirts and cums just from seeing me. For real okay?"
"G-good♡ Love it, so gooood...♡"
"Your choice."
*
I clung to Jung Taeyang's body. Hanging there instinctively, but hugging him tight felt even better, no denying it.
He stroked my head softly—maybe finding me cute. Only his hand was gentle, though. Below, his raging cock stuffed my guts full.
"Huu..."
He shifted slightly, and the foreign fullness in my belly throbbed. Far from bad, my slutty body clenched his dick tight.
That was the signal. He lifted me a bit, pulled his hips back, then yanked me down, slamming his cock in.
"Hoot?!"
Massive impact pierced me. They call it "porchior" when it hits your womb end... yeah, that. His length made it no surprise.
Dildos never reached there, so the new sensation made me cum brainlessly.
"Hhe? Heh? Eh?"
But at the motel, it didn't go this deep? Feels bigger now. Not even a week—hypno app bullshit makes size irrelevant anyway.
"Hheek♡ Heek...♡"
Pleasure fried my brain regardless. He fucked me like a pretend gentle head-pat—pure use. Onahole level. Nothing but his pleasure.
Face smashed in his chest, I came over and over from the motion.
"Hek♡ Heek♡ Hek♡ Heek♡"
Position helped. My body goes feral from his scent up close—turns me bitch instantly. Fucked deep in that state? Done.
Soon, mouth agape, drool pouring. It soaked his body as I nuzzled. Pitiful sight, sure. But no room to think—his cock kept mindbreaking me.
Each thrust blanked my brain. At this rate, I'd turn into a manga bimbo—dick-only thoughts.
Didn't hate it. Might even be easier... Brain cells dying to pleasure? Already dick-dominated.
Realizing it changed nothing—just cling and sniff.
From the moment my lame pussy took his cock, my fate was sealed.
...Why'd I let him wreck it again? Made sense quick. Common sense, duh.
"Hgeek♡"
Feels like a real dickhouse now. "Dick case" in English? Nah, penis case sounds lame—dickcase it is.
Don't wanna be one. But look at me—basically am.
"Hek♡ W-wait...♡ Hii♡"
I begged pathetically; he ignored. Maybe it turned him on more.
"Hoo, hoo, haa..."
His breaths ragged. Unlike hanging-me, he pistoned hard. I was dying just dangling.
Not just fatigue—his cock pulsed inside. Knew it. He gripped and creampied deep.
"Ah♡ Ah♡ Nooo♡"
Cock kissing womb, he unloaded.
"Hek♡ Heek♡ Hheek♡"
Birth control might not save me—huge load. Felt so deep, might trigger ovulation anyway.
Bad thoughts flashed, but ironically, he snapped me out—pulling his cock.
"Hmp..."
Post-orgasm body quivered at the drag alone.
"Hek♡ Wait nooo♡"
Didn't fully pull out—slammed back at the tip.
"Uek...♡"
Relaxed from withdrawal, no proper reaction. Second of freeze. Then spasms, squirting climax. Doll mode—cock hits womb switch, pussy sprays reflexively.
"Pussy's so weak."
"You made it this way...♡"
"Polite."
"You made it... this way♡"
Why insist on polite? Felt like something inside shattered each time. Not bad shatter—wall crumbling, freer.
Actually more oppressed. Pinned immobile, body auto-pleases him on switch. Polite enforces it—him master, me below.
But my trained body craved it. Knew submission felt best.
Rational me? No. But rationality? Gone. His sight alone blanks it.
Inevitable.
*
He started thrusting again. Fear of more, but no choice—body surrendered. No veto anyway.
Tool-handled, thrusts blank mind, turning stupider. Physically? Nothing beat him. Looks maybe—but useless now.
"Hgeek♡ Hek♡ Hheek♡"
Maybe useful—for turning him on harder.
*Squelch squelch squelch squelch...*
My juice and his cum mixed, weird sounds. Huge cock churning sticky mess—comic onomatopoeia everywhere.
*Plap plap plap squelch squelch squelch...* House full of it.
He sweated buckets, speeding up. I rolled eyes, drooling, beast-moaning.
Second load quick. He yanked me down hard—gripped so tight, body ached.
I clutched his broad back, nails scratching. He didn't flinch.
"Grh..."
Same as before—deep cock-womb kiss, no-hesitation creampie. Belly warmed. I came twice on his load.
We basked afterglow. Then head-pats—he sat on bed stroking me.
"Hii...♡"
Still impaled hanging. Thought deepest before? Sitting made it feel deeper.
His cock hard, but body tired-ish. I finally lifted from his chest, looked up.
Sweat-drenched like post-workout.
"Feel good?"
Stroking, he asked. I stared blankly, then remembered my face—eyes down, back to his chest.
Couldn't help. Exhausted too. Weak body—dangling took it out of me.
But he grabbed my head, forced eye contact.
"Answer."
"G-good sir..."
Drool-slurred, coquettish tone.
He stroked once, then leaned in face-close.
"N-no..."
Knew what—blocked his lips with hand. He looked surprised, glanced at hand, pulled back.
"No?"
"Nooo sir..."
Silly, cock-deep facing each other. But kisses? Off-limits.
His flustered face saddened me. Fine, no kiss—but lower okay?
Steeled, leaned in. He didn't notice. Good—too shy if he did.
*Mwah...*
Lips to cheek, hid in chest. Like baby hiding eyes.
Impaled cuddle, though...
No reaction? Hates it? Peeked up.
Ears beet-red on him.
"Whoa..."
First time that red. Fucks, sucks, breeds—blushing at cheek kiss?
Kinda... cute?
...Cute? Guy? Babies are cute though. Like that.
Cheek-kiss okay for cute babies. Felt better.
Body saw him as master anyway...
Suddenly, serious tone: "Sebin."
"Y-yess...?"
"You're dead."
"Hek."
Cheek-kiss revved him. He stood, gripping—and truly wrecked my pussy.
*
"Ah..."
Sore. Pussy sore. Arms/legs sore from clinging.
Bed-bound, rare muscle pain plus new ache. Game-buff pussy still throbs...
He? Fine. All-nighter Friday to Sunday morning—two-day fuckfest.
No sleep, unscathed? He's the freak. Muscle pain minimum.
"..."
Better than both collapsing. Positive spin.
"Body okay?"
"Ah, y-yes... no, yeah."
Fixed instinctive polite. Calls trigger it. Hypno-training bullshit...
One realization: even hypno fades after two-day nonstop fucking.
Pussy-wrecking as couple norm? No such common sense... right?
Kinda uneasy. Maybe warped release—confusing me. Feels half-real.
Hard to trust myself...
"Can eat? Want me to feed?"
Deep in thought, he approached with porridge.
"You... made it?"
"Yeah. Ingredients were here."
"I'll eat..."
Me eat. Need distance. Body wrecked—his nearness reacts. Dangerous...
Sat up, reached for spoon. Arm fucking hurts...
"Okay?"
"Augh..."
Muscle pain brutal. Can't lift arm.
Forcing it? Nope. He scooped and fed me.
"Mmph..."
His arm near, body follows. Fuck, reacting again. Heart pounding, head dizzy... really dizzy.
Hypno residue. Feelings stuck. Yesterday's cheek-kiss? That.
Not my emotions...
"Tasty?"
"Yummy..."
Body honest. Coquettish reflex.
"Augh..."
Why me. He panicked: "You okay?!"
Body-check rush—
"Heek...♡"
"Wh-what?! Hold on, face too red..."
No, your fault.