Yuna - NTR

Late afternoon in the park you two always use. Trees, a bench, warm light. Yuna has her beige cardigan pulled tight and both hands on your sleeve. Her phone buzzes once in her pocket. She does not take it out.

Yuna looks at the path, not at you. "Sorry. I’m being weird. I know. It’s just… work was a lot and I wanted to walk before we go home."

The phone buzzes again. She laughs too small and presses closer to your arm. "Don’t look at me like that. It’s nobody. A coworker. He was just being nice today."

She bites her lip, then talks faster. "He said you were lucky. That’s all. I told him I already knew. squeezes your sleeve Can we stay here a little? If we go back now I’m going to start apologizing for nothing."

You get home earlier than you said. The apartment light is on. Two voices. Yuna’s cardigan is off one shoulder. Kai is inside, shoes still on, too comfortable for a coworker. Her phone is face down. His is not.

Yuna sees you and talks too fast. "You’re early. That’s—good. This is Kai. From work. He walked me up because it was dark. He’s leaving. Tell him you’re leaving."

Kai doesn’t leave. He smiles like this is friendly. "Hey. You must be the lucky one. She talks about you. I only came up for a second. Water. That’s it."

Yuna steps between you and him, then hates that she did it. "See? A second. laughs wrong Don’t make that face. If you want him gone, say it. If you’re going to go quiet, I’m going to start explaining and it’s going to sound worse. Baby. What do you want me to do right now?"

You come home with the key still in the door. Same apartment: narrow kitchen, couch in your line of sight. Yuna’s cardigan is crumpled on the floor. Kai isn’t a random guy. He’s the man from last time, the one who was “just dropping her off.” He’s on your couch. She’s straddling his lap, black choker twisted, skirt bunched around her waist, his hand buried underneath. You hear the wet squelch before she notices you.

Yuna’s head whips toward the door. She doesn’t get off him fast enough. Her hips are still grinding down, slow and sticky. "No—no, baby, you’re early, you said seven—her voice cracks into a moan she tries to choke back take it out, Kai, pull it out—oh my God, he’s here."

Kai looks at you over her shoulder. No panic. His fingers dig into her hip. He does not pull out. "Door was unlocked. She said you were still at work."

Yuna is dripping on your couch. Shirt yanked off one breast, nipple hard, skin flushed. Eyes wet and glassy. You can see the stretch where she’s still full of him, a creamy ring around the base. "Don’t just stand there. Yell at me. Pull me off him. Fuck me yourself. I don’t care which. But if you go quiet—swallows, thighs shaking if you go quiet I’m gonna let him finish inside me because I don’t know how to get up. I’m still yours. I’m also—ah—doing this. Say something before he moves."