Just Casually Exchanging Benefits
Ding-dong— the doorbell rang out, and my heart pounded right along with it. My mouth was still thick with mint flavor, the spot between my legs tidied up with tissue. Everything began to flush with anticipation for the pleasure about to arrive. I shoved those feelings down as hard as I could and feigned composure as I headed to the front door.
“You here?” I grumbled curtly.
Even though I'd been the one blowing up his phone first, scorched by the mood.
But that didn't mean I could let him drag me around all night.
“'You here?' What kinda greeting is that?”
The guy facing me seemed to sense my dirty little thoughts. He snorted, kicked off his shoes, and strode inside like he owned the place.
“You were losing your shit over messenger, and this is how you react?”
A smirk crept onto his face—one that pissed me off in the best way.
“Ah, no... I mean...”
This is bad, so bad! If he kept toying with me like this, I'd be at his mercy all night—
“Haang!”
My train of thought shattered with one sudden touch.
“Hey! W-wait a sec!”
His hot, hard hand slipped under my T-shirt, stroking my lower belly. He rested his palm on my waist and started kneading my soft stomach. Just from that.
A desperate moan spilled from my lips.
“Hngh... H-Hanjiu! You got the signal.”
He ignored my words coolly and slid his hand a little lower, caressing the tender flesh of my inner thigh.
“Panties?”
“Wh-what... Ngh. Anyway, you're gonna take 'em off.”
“Not really my thing from the start?”
“Sh-shut up!”
I glared daggers at his smug grin, but he didn't budge.
“But Song Yujeong. You're soaking already—which means you've probably cum a few times, right? Usually takes you forever to get wet.”
Yeah. I had.
To be honest... I'd gone two or three times before the vibe's battery died.
B-but still. I hadn't quite reached the end.
That's why I ended up calling you!
The answer bubbling up in my pleasure-fogged brain was too damn female to say out loud. Afraid it might slip, I clamped my lips shut and endured his fingers groping the soft skin of my inner thigh as best I could.
“Ah, ahng...”
My waist shivered. His hand ventured between my legs, gently parting my folds, and soon a sound only a woman could make echoed from below my waist.
And with that—
“Haaaang! Hngh!”
I bucked my hips pathetically. The building pleasure made my thighs clench tight. I could feel every sinew and tendon in his firm hand.
“There, you came. So why drag me over on a Sunday night?”
Hanjiu stopped his hand and fixed me with a stare, like he wouldn't give me any more pleasure without an answer.
I didn't hesitate long.
“Th-that wasn't... enough...”
My body, craving the halted pleasure, let out a needy whine like a bitch in heat.
Probably.
If we went through with this and I snapped out of it tomorrow morning, I'd wanna bash my head in over these memories.
“Then why the attitude at the door?”
Such petty worries evaporated the instant his fingers started moving again.
“Haang. Ah... Hnng!”
My thoughts fragmented under the rising pleasure. I answered with moans instead. While one hand diligently worked between my legs, his other began fondling my breasts. Soon, the tips of my breasts... yeah. My nipples synced with my womb.
The pleasure piling up inside me overflowed its limits, spreading bliss through my whole body. Overwhelmed by the woman's ecstasy dominating me once more, I surrendered helplessly to his sturdy embrace.
Just as the excess pleasure threatened to short-circuit my brain—
“You're wet enough.”
The pleasure controlling my body started to pull back a bit. A low, husky rumble filled the gap.
I looked up at the man holding me, panting. His eyes held something intense that tickled at me. Through my hazy vision, I just stared at his moving lips.
“Can I put it in now?”
I had no breath to answer. I nodded in time with my ragged gasps.
Honestly. If we kept this up... I'd really... my mind would break.
For real.
I'd turn into a full-on woman. A bitch in heat.
“C-condom?”
Clutching the last thread of reason, I forced the words out. Hanjiu yanked my T-shirt up to my waist and shook his head.
“Came straight up from downstairs. Don't you have leftovers from last time?”
“Y-yeah, there should be— hey!”
Pretending to strip my shirt, his hand swept over my breast, tracing the pink areola with its deepening curve. He totally planned that. Hanjiu, you bastard!
“I-I'll take my clothes off...”
I shoved his hand away and tossed my T-shirt to the floor. Hugging my jiggling tits with my left arm, I opened the kitchen drawer and pulled out an unopened box of condoms, still in its plastic wrap.
“Here.”
“Hey, what kinda girl keeps condoms in the kitchen drawer?”
“Wh-what! It's fine if you store 'em right. More importantly, do you even see me as a girl?”
“Your head's a mess, but that body? Total woman.”
In his drawers that outlined his lower half perfectly, Hanjiu peeled off the plastic, pulled out the silver packet, and dropped his drawers. He started rolling the condom onto his rock-hard dick.
It was kinda novel, so I stared blankly, watching him sheath it.
Not because a guy's dick was fascinating or anything.
I'd lived more years as a guy than as a woman, after all. The time with balls dangling between my legs outweighed the time with these lumps on my chest.
Honestly, psychologically, that thing getting condomed over there felt more familiar than the one buried inside me now.
But.
I'd never used one myself.
And whenever he put one on, I was always sprawled on the bed, gasping.
So this was the first time I'd properly watched the process up close.
“What're you staring at?”
His voice jolted me; I whipped my head away.
“N-nothing. You showered, right?”
“You think I'm like you? Showered after the gym earlier.”
Flustered, I blurted something random, and he let out a dumb laugh before closing in on me. Seemed legit—faint soap scent mixed with his rough, masculine musk.
My already stiff nipples hardened even more.
“How d'you want it? Front? Or back?”
Despite the teasing words, he guided me gently to the bed.
“B-back...”
“Song Yujeong, you love doing it from behind.”
“Shut up. It's creepy facing each other.”
I finished answering and positioned myself on the thick bath towel I'd laid out on the bed. Didn't wanna stain the sheets and deal with the hassle.
“I don't mind facing.”
“You don't?”
“Keep that mouth shut, and yeah—you're pretty cute.”
“Fuck off. Go die.”
“Hey now!”
With that, a firm hand landed on my pubic bone. He'd been bragging about the gym lately, and sure enough, his palm felt rougher. Maybe I should get him some hand cream—
“Hee, hiiang!”
My thoughts flipped in an instant. Something hot and hard.
Yeah. Hanjiu's cock brushed my lower half, grazing my entrance.
It hadn't entered yet. Just teasing at the door.
Even that had my waist trembling, my insides clenching tight.
“H-Hanjiu! S-say something first!”
“Haven't put it in yet. Was gonna warn you!”
Unlike that lame vibe. This was the real deal...
He kept teasing my entrance for a good while longer. Said it was to lube me up with the condom's coating, but whatever.
The long-yet-short, dizzying tease ended as his stubbly jaw pressed against my bare shoulder.
“Going in like this.”
Sweet breaths and a slightly gentler voice rang in my ear. My response came out dripping with lust.
“Y-yeah... put it in.”
No sooner said than his hot, rigid length pushed slowly inside. I felt every inch stretching me open.
That sensation reminded me—my body was female.
A body that took a man's cock. I bit my lip hard.
It hurt. Not a virgin, but the initial entry always brought more pain than pleasure.
I endured, holding back the ache, and soon I'd taken all of him.
“Here we go.”
No turning back now. His hands gripped my waist—no escape.
He started moving slowly. His hard pubic bone smacked my ass. His heavy lower belly pressed flush, heat transferring fully.
But more than that—his cock plunging deeper than usual unleashed the pent-up pleasure.
The wet squelches from behind snapped my last thread of reason.
“Haht. Ngh.”
“You're clenching so tight today.”
“B-because you're thrusting and groping my tits!”
“Want me to stop?”
“No! Feels good—do it more.”
A soft chuckle, and his hands grew stickier on my breasts. His thrusts inside picked up speed too.
Embarrassment. Pain. All sensations melted into pleasure.
“You okay? Can you take it?”
“Ah! Ngh! Y-yes! Feels good!”
“Song Yujeong, you melt like this anyway—why the attitude at the door?”
“D-don't know. Hngh! Sh-shut up and fuck me!”
I panted roughly, taking his accelerating pace. My tits bounced wildly with each thrust—I couldn't even care.
My moans grew louder too.
“A-ah! Aaang! S-slower, just a bit!”
“Liar. This speed's perfect.”
“H-how would y— haht! H-how do you know?!”
“I can feel you squeezing different inside.”
These shameful talks. Me begging for his cock.
Tomorrow, I'd die of embarrassment. My lower belly would ache with every step.
But right now, I decided to be honest.
“Haat! Ahng. H-Hanjiu! A-a bit more! Deeper!”
“Sure you can handle it?”
“Y-yes! So deeper—put it in deeper!”
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“Ugh... can't move.”
Hanjiu flopped onto the bed beside me after cleaning up. I rolled slightly, resting my forehead gently against his warm, firm side.
He must've showered quick. An alluring rose scent from body wash—totally not his style—wafted over as I cautiously lifted my head.
“Hanjiu, I'm sticky. Wipe me down there.”
His eyes flashed as he glared.
“You crazy bitch, do it yourself!”
“I'm beat.”
“What're you tired from? Just moaning while I pounded you!”
“What! Think about it—taking all that massive kinetic energy from you with my delicate body! Huh? I gotta work hard too!”
I shot back haughtily and reached for the feminine wipes I'd stashed by the headboard before he arrived.
“Plus, it's hard to reach in this position.”
“'Cause you're lying down. Just shower like me.”
“Drying my hair's a pain.”
He shook his head at me. Of course, I won, and soon he held the feminine hygiene wipes with a reluctant frown.
I spread my legs toward his still-grumpy face.
“Song Yujeong... you got no shame?”
“Says the guy who just railed me raw.”
“How do you never lose an argument, seriously.”
Wh-what! Glare all you want—what're you gonna do!
“Are all girls like you?”
“How should I know.”
“Don't girls talk about this stuff?”
“You think? Do you chat sex and cleanup with your bros? Like condom-tying tricks at drinks?”
A small sigh, then his hand brushed between my legs.
“Hahng...”
“Don't make those noises. You drained me four times—I’m done for tonight.”
“I-it's not that! It's just cold!”