Poolside (featuring Red Velvet Yeri)

When you and your friends decided to take a vacation to Bali that August, you never expected to run into your favorite K-Pop idol of all time. You expected it to be a totally normal vacation: lots of drinking, a couple drugs here and there, and great food for every meal. Nothing too fancy, nothing too complicated. Your expectations weren’t that high for the trip. You didn’t expect to meet anyone special. You didn’t expect to run into anyone notable, aside from maybe an intoxicated hookup in a club. And you never expected to meet someone that would change your life forever.

Especially considering the way everything went down.

It happened on your third day in Bali, just after a night of drinking, when all of your friends were still passed out in the hotel room. Despite the early hour, it was already pretty hot out. Aside from you and a handful of other people, the rooftop pool was almost entirely deserted. You’re not sure what compelled you to go up there so early in the morning - or what possessed you to grab a margarita at eight in the morning - but you decided that, since you’re on vacation, you might as well indulge a bit. Plus, the best cure for a hangover was more alcohol, right?

So you sit quietly by the pool, listening to music and enjoying the sun before it becomes unbearable in a couple hours. You’re not paying much attention to the handful of people passing you by until you notice a girl in a sky blue bikini; her perky behind and jaunty hips practically demand your attention as she struts by. You look up, expecting to be disappointed by the bare glimpse you’d received earlier, but as she turns around to step into the pool, your breath catches in your chest.

You’d recognize that heart-shaped face and slim, hourglass-shaped body anywhere. It’s Kim Yerim. The Kim Yerim. Her auburn hair is soaked from the pool water, cascading over the stark outlines of her collarbones, splayed out across her shoulders in a way that seems both casual and purposeful at the same time. Though you’ve seen countless photos of her online, you’ve never seen this much of the idol before. The bikini she’s wearing is relatively modest in terms of swimsuits, but her well-pronounced cleavage and delectable hips make the outfit stand out like a peacock in a room full of pigeons. Hell, she might as well have been wearing nothing at all. You certainly wouldn’t have minded that.

You feel yourself growing stiff beneath your swim trunks as you watch her hanging around the pool. Splashing in the water, striding along the poolside with a subtle confidence that’s impossible not to appreciate. Yes, her body is extremely hot on its own, but combined with the way she carries herself, it’s nearly enough to make you drool.

So you take a seat on a nearby pool chair, one that’s close by, taking out your phone so that you can get a few pictures of the idol. It feels creepy, sure, but how many other chances are you going to get like this? It’s not like you’re going to post them publicly or anything. They’ll just be for your… personal use. As long as no one finds out or sees you, it’s totally fine.

Though many of the photos you manage to get are blurred by movement, with the right angles and zoom, you’re able to snap a couple of keepers. Namely, three crystal-clear pictures of Yeri’s gorgeous tummy, a photo of her tits dripping with pool water, and even a video of her bikini-clad ass as she walks by. More than enough material for you to utilize in the hotel bathroom later this morning.

But, admittedly, you get a little greedy. Emboldened by the heat between your legs, struck dumb by the flames of your own biology, you fly too close to the sun. You creep forward a bit, pretending to stare out over the edge of the building. The real view you’re admiring, however, is one that’s far more enticing, one that you’re almost able to get perfect pictures of. That is, of course, Yeri’s cleavage. If you could just get a little bit closer-

A few feet down from you, Yerim turns and glares at you. Its a glare so powerful that your blood runs cold, and you fear you’re about to piss your pants right there.

“What are you doing?”

Her loud, accusatory tone makes you jump, surprising you so much that you drop your phone. It clatters to the ground, and though it’s protected by its case, despair grips you like a vice, preventing you from moving. Rooting you to the spot as Yerim marches up to you, swiftly bending over to sweep your phone into her palm. It’s still unlocked, and a zoomed-in picture of her wet cleavage is on full, damning display on the screen.

Without a word, Yerim looks up at you, cocking an eyebrow. Her expression is unreadable otherwise, blank and contemplative. Even though you know you’re about to be boned, you can’t help but note just how perfect her features are. You feel your face growing unbearably warm, and it’s impossible to look her directly in the eye.

“I… Okay, so, I can explain…” you stammer, mostly just to fill the silence. The vague outline of a lie drifts through your panicked head. Something about being a media photographer, maybe? But all that manages to come out is:

“I’m just your biggest fan ever, and I just wanted a picture.”

Yerim’s terrifyingly flat expression shifts, her lips curving slightly, her eyes traveling up and down your body. Sizing you up. For a second she pauses, and you can practically feel the gears turning in her head as she decides what to do with you. The suspense is terrible, and you’re wondering whether you should just run away when she finally speaks.

“Come.” she commands, spinning around, whipping you with the ends of her hair as she trots her way to the pool.

In a daze, you stow your phone in your backpack and do as you’re told. Your heart hammers madly against your breastbone; you have no clue what’s going to happen next. All you know is that you’ve been caught, and all hopes of talking your way out of the situation are gone. The best you can do now is damage control. Which, apparently, involves going for a swim with Kim Yerim.

The mysterious idol beckons you into the water after her, walking lazily along as if nothing was wrong at all. You join her without question, getting about halfway into the pool before she turns to you. Yeri’s still wearing that smirk as she dunks beneath the water, momentarily submerging her entire upper body. When she stands straight again, her cleavage is covered in rolling rivulets of water, along with her tender neck and supple arms. After a quick look around, she reaches behind herself.

You stand there, unmoving as the sky blue bikini falls from her chest, falling to the water where it drifts on the tiny waves created by Yerim’s movement. For a moment her bare chest is on full display before you. Her chestnut nipples are much larger than you imagined them to be, but they’re perfect nonetheless, set within the pale, heavy forms of her breasts. Her skin glistens in the sun, flawless and milky and dripping with moisture.

“I don’t normally do this,” Yeri said, sinking down in the water, hiding herself up to her neck. “But since you’re my self-proclaimed biggest fan, I think you deserve a treat.”

Yerim wades her way over, her pretty lips parted in a toothy, mischievous smile as she giggles in embarrassment. She’s blushing furiously, and the laughter that escapes her sounds barely contained. It’s obvious that she knows how dangerous what she’s doing is; you can only imagine the national scandal that would ensue if topless pictures of her were to leak.

“You wanna feel them?” Yerim asks, standing so that you’re face to face, so that her naked chest is almost close enough to touch you. “Go ahead, biggest fan .”

Knowing that you have little time to spare, you work on autopilot, reaching up and taking greedy handfuls of the idols’ breasts. You knead them between your palms, shocked at how firm and perky they are. Yerim cranes her neck back and shivers as your thumbs press against the hard nubs of her nipples, and you lean forward in an attempt to kiss her.

Yerim turns her head away, however, putting on that same smirk as before. “Nope. I don’t kiss fans. Regardless of how hot they are.”

Your heart does a miniature backflip at that, and though you feel somewhat dejected, you know you’ll remember that compliment forever.

“But, you can do something else instead,” Yerim’s hand presses to the back of your head, and you follow her lead without a single complaint. Moving downward, opening your mouth and capturing her left nipple in your mouth. “That’s a good boy.”

Yeri’s fingers clutch at your head as your tongue lashes her nipple, as you alternate between each of her gorgeous tits, kissing and biting and sucking them to your heart’s content. On several occasions, Yerim shushes you, warning you not to make too much noise, but how can you not? Your heart runs wild in your chest, threatening to practically burst, and your cock is unbearably hard. You so badly want her to touch you, but you don’t want to push it. You’ve already gotten away with far more than you should have.

“We can’t do this here,” she whispers as you wrap your arms around her hips, carefully tugging at the waistband of her bikini bottom. “The water’s not enough to hide us.”

Yerim pulls away, using her palms to cover her exposed chest. Between her fingers you can see the lasting marks of your love bites, and that only turns you on more. She looks around frantically, then turns and hurries to the side of the pool, climbing out and gesturing to her left.

“Get my top and meet me in the bathroom.” she says, tiptoeing away at a brisk jog that’s almost a run.

You do as she asks, grabbing her bikini top and stuffing it into your pocket. It doesn’t fit entirely, of course, hanging out and flopping behind as you hurry after Yerim. There are a thousand thoughts in your head, then, but none are nearly as important as your destination: the public restroom located at the corner of the rooftop.

You round the corner to enter the bathrooms, catching a glimpse of Yeri as she pulls the stall door open. The last thing you see before she vanishes inside is a stretch of bare thigh, along with the unloosened tail of her bikini bottom. It’s enough to nearly make your heart stop, but you refuse to give in to your own anxious paralysis. You couldn’t die right now; Kim fucking Yerim was in that stall, presumably naked, waiting for you. You sprint after her, yanking the door shut as you enter the stall. 

There, in that tiny space that smells of overapplied fragrance and urinal cakes, you’re met with Kim Yerim’s nude body. It’s even more magnificent than you imagined it. Though her toned abs, flared hips, and striated thighs are all lovely, you can only focus on one thing: the pink slit between her legs. Apparently she has a similar thought, because before you can do or say anything, she’s frantically untying the string to your swim trunks, practically tearing them off your body. Your erect cock springs upward, pointing directly at Yerim.

“You’re big,” Yerim whispers, her smile growing as she begins stroking your exposed cock. You feel your knees weakening immediately; your body is a slave to her motions, and you fear that you’re already close to cumming. “Excited?”

“V-very,” you manage to stammer out. Thankfully her strokes are slow, allowing you at least some room to prevent yourself from finishing right there. You want to say something sexy, but you come up short once again. “Holy fuck, you’re so hot.”

Yerim lets out a cackle, then uses her open hand to play with your nipples. Nerve-tingling sparks flutter all throughout your body, stimulation that makes you shudder and grunt as she teases you. Effortfully, you reach forward and capture her breast in your palm again. Then, as you fondle her nipple, you use your other hand to part her legs slightly. Your fingers move upward, then back and forth, stroking the silky softness between her thighs. To your shock, she’s absolutely soaking. Judging by the stickiness of the residue on your fingers, it isn’t from the pool water.

“You’re probably wondering why I didn’t just call the resort staff on you,” Yerim says, leaning against your chest, rubbing the head of your cock against the inside of her thigh. “The truth is, I haven’t gotten laid since I came here. Can you believe that?”

You have no idea how to respond to that, so instead you answer by slipping a finger between her wet lips. She’s amazingly tight, with walls that clench in time to the rhythm of her rocking hips.

“Oh, shit ,” Yerim hisses, squeezing on the head of your cock at the apex of her strokes, making you bite your lip in an effort not to moan. “Honestly, I just… I just really need some dick right now. And it seems like you’re more than willing to help me.”

“Yeah,” you say desperately, probing deeper inside her, listening to her hitching, whining gasps. “Definitely more than willing.”

Yerim presses harder against you as your thumb finds the tiny, pearl-like form of her clit. You rub in slow circles, timing it so that each peak matches with your finger brushing against the rough spot just inside her pussy.

“Then hurry up and fuck me. We don’t have all day.”

Without warning, Yerim pulls away from you and spins around. She grabs onto the sink nearby, and in the mirror you can see her staring at you intently, her adorable eyes filled with ardour and heat. You don’t spend too long returning that gaze, however, as you’re too preoccupied with her arched back and perky glutes. For a moment you freeze, totally taken aback by the idea that Yeri is presenting herself to you like this. As you watch, she reaches back and begins to play with her own pussy, spreading her lips, flashing the tiny hole between them, teasing its tightness.

“What are you waiting for, oppa?” Yeri asks sweetly, massaging her tits with her other hand. “Fill me up with that big, hard cock. I’m begging you.”

With sweat prickling at your temples and armpits, you grab your cock by its base and position yourself behind her. Yeri reaches back and spreads her cheeks to give you more room to work with. That turns out to be entirely necessary, as her pussy is just as tight as you’d imagined, so much so that it’s actually difficult to get the head of your cock in. You slip out twice, and you can feel your hands shaking with nervousness as you pray that she doesn’t get too impatient.

But, as it turns out, it’s the exact opposite; instead of giving up, Yerim takes hold of your cock for you. Working together, you’re able to slide it in with relative ease. You clench hard as her slick walls flex against your cock. Yerim returns to gripping the sink, shutting her eyes and biting down on her lower lip as the rest of your cock enters her. You lean backward slightly, starting with careful, controlled thrusts, easing both her and yourself in.

Initially, you focus on going as deep as possible, angling in various ways to see what Yerim enjoys best. You savor every second of it, groping at her tits and stroking the smooth flesh of her back as you fuck her from behind, giving the occasional slap in order to watch her pliable cheeks jiggle. Though it’s slow, you still feel the constant thrum of an approaching orgasm, and it takes a considerable amount of your willpower to hold back. Yerim keeps her moans under control at first, merely humming against her closed lips, though as you increase your speed, you can tell her restraint isn’t going to last long. Indeed, when you bend over and wrap your arms around her, she lets out a gasp. It’s quiet, for now, so you continue thrusting, still just as deep as earlier, but with increased speed. The smack of your hips against her ass fills the bathroom. You press your face to the back of her neck, against the cold, wet sheet of hair that lays there. She smells like chlorine and strawberries, a combination that you know is only attractive because she’s the one carrying it.

“Harder, oppa,” Yerim whispers, each word stuttered by your thrusts as she lays  a hand on your ass, gripping it so tightly that it almost hurts. “Fuck me harder!”

Gladly, you oblige. Harsh grunts exhale from your lips, sweat staining your brow as you begin hammering her in full. The sharp noise of flesh hitting flesh starts to become drowned out by Yerim’s whimpering, pleading moans. She tries desperately to hold them back, but she’s lost all of her control now. Yerim moans shamelessly, echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom and filling your ears like the chorus of an angel. You catch a few glimpses of her in the mirror, and she’s absolutely immaculate. Her pixie-like face has shifted from pink to crimson. Her plump lips are parted, her tongue sticking out ever so slightly as she pants like a dog in heat. Her entire body shakes from the momentum of your thrusting. Her pussy flexes hard as she backs her ass into you, matching your pace, creating a wonderful synchrony that brings a mighty, lurching heat into your loins. You try to deny it, try to lean backward again in order to slow your thrusts, but it’s inevitable. Your body outright refuses to obey you. In fact, you only move your hips faster, spreading your legs as much as you can, maximizing your speed. Your thrusts become shallow, sacrificing depth for speed, sending you careening into a terminal, explosive finale. 

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you moan, pressing your face to her shoulder, feeling a visceral resentment for her no kissing rule. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Do it, oppa,” Yerim commands through gritted teeth, barely able to speak as your cock ravages her. “Cum inside me!”

And just like that, you do. You erupt just inside Yerim’s pussy, pouring out what you think is probably the biggest load you’ve ever shot in your life. Grabbing her hard with your hands, crying out in tandem with her as you continue to thrust for several protracted, heavenly moments. You’re unable to continue from there, as every one of your muscles have grown weak, suffused with orgasmal hormones and exhaustion. Yerim backs her ass into your several times, making you gasp, forcing you to clutch her as you nearly collapse from the sheer stimulation. It feels like your every nerve is firing at a thousand percent, and it’s actually somewhat of a relief when she ceases her movements.

When you pull out, a string of your cum remains on your head as you hold onto the toilet tank for support. Yeri is still slumped against the sink, the skin around her pussy red from the absolute pounding you’ve just given her. Semen leaks freely from between her lips, dripping onto the bathroom floor in a puddle of pearly white.

Still panting, Yerim turns and - to your surprise - pulls her bikini bottom on, cum-filled pussy and all. She then extends a hand to you, and you stare at her palm, your brain refusing to work.

“My bikini top,” she says, pushing her hair back from her forehead and pointing at the ground. “You still have it.”

Blinking, you look down at your shorts, which are still around your ankles. Hanging from your pocket is her top. You bend down to grab it, moving with all the vigor and briskness of a crippled sloth, still afraid that you could pass out at any second. 

Yerim takes it from your hand without a word, then walks toward the door and peeks outside. You aren’t able to see anything out there, but apparently the coast is clear, because she begins to put her top back on.

“I’ll go jump in the pool to clean up,” Yerim says nonchalantly, barely looking at you. “Don’t come up to me, don’t talk to me, don’t act like we know each other at all. Or I’ll tell the resort staff you tried to grope me.”

Though you’re still reeling in the orgasm’s afterglow, her words still hurt a little. You suppose it’s hard to blame her, as she did catch you taking unsolicited photos of her in swimsuit.

Having finished redressing herself, Yerim looked mostly normal. There was still the blush in her cheeks, and her chest continued to heave up and down with breathlessness, but those were minor. No one would notice such small details.

 “Your phone is outside, right? In your backpack?” she asks, walking toward the door. “What’s your passcode?”

You give her the code without protest, thinking that she must want to delete the photos before you can post them.

“Good. I’ll save my number under ‘Katie’. If you’re free tonight, we should do this again. Text me any time after ten.”

Without another word - or even a moment of pause - Yerim leaves. The bathroom door slowly shuts behind her, leaving you crouched on the floor with a filthy cock, a chest full of butterflies, and a mind overflowing with questions.

Third Date (featuring Sejeong of IOI/Gugudan)

It’s your third date with Kim Sejeong, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this anxious in your entire life. As if dating a beautiful woman four years your senior isn’t already daunting enough. As if having stumbled your way through two dates, somehow making her laugh and blush and enjoy her time with you to the point where she wants to see you more often wasn’t already a massive challenge on its own. As if every voice in your head telling you that you aren’t going to be up to her standards wasn’t already screaming at you to just give up, cut your losses, and avoid the heartbreak.

Yet still here you are, standing in the hot sand on what’s otherwise a wonderful day. The sky is a fresh, early-summer azure, the tang of salt is strong in the air, and the sun beats down from above, unimpeded by even a single cloud. Up until that point, it’d been a great day. At Sejeong’s insistence, you’d arrived there around sunrise. The surfer that she is, she’d wanted to catch the best waves of the day. Though you aren’t nearly as talented as her, you’re at least able to perform the sport without totally embarrassing yourself, which is a blessing.

After a few hours of riding the waves, you settle down for a bit to rest on the shore. By then a couple more people have come around, mostly surfers and swimmers. But of course your eyes are locked solely on Sejeong as she emerges from the waves.

For the first time that day, you’re able to fully appreciate just how amazing she looks in her outfit. She wears a baby blue visor over her forehead, complimenting the swimming top that covers her upper torso. A pair of tightly woven braids cascade down her front, their ends settling just at the midway point of her chest. Her flat, creamy stomach flashes with muscle at every step she takes. Her hips and thighs are barely contained by the skin-tight shorts she wears. 

A smile spreads across her face as she splashes ashore, setting her surfboard down before running up to you, draping her arms around your shoulders, and giving you a long, tongue-led kiss.

She catches you entirely by surprise, but your body responds of its own accord, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her back twice as hard. Sejeong hums against your lips and breaks away, though she remains in your embrace. Before you can stop yourself, you draw your right hand back and give her a light smack on her ass. Not too loud, so no one else is able to hear it, but hard enough that Sejeong squeaks out a satisfied “oh!” of surprise.

“You’re naughty today, hm?” Sejeong teases, drumming her fingers up and down your bare back, making your pelvis lurch with want.

You let one of your hands stray downward, stroking the back of Sejeong’s thigh, squeezing it, savoring its firmness, its moldable thickness.

“I think it’s just seeing you in that swimsuit…” you say, looking around quickly to make sure no one is watching. “It’s just too tempting.”

Sejeong flexes her thigh against your hand, and the muscle grows hard, from a soft cake to a solid rock in an instant. It’s almost enough to make you melt, to bow down right there and kiss those delicious legs.

“Then I should wear this kind of outfit more often, hm?” she says, moving in for another kiss.

You chuckle as her lips meet yours. Though your last kiss was relatively chaste, Sejeong deepens this one, parting her lips, exhaling a hot, mint-tinged breath into your mouth. You accept it, inhale it, bask in it as it fills your throat. The tips of your tongues meet, crashing simultaneously with your midsections.

For a second your fears come back in a wave, and you pull your hips back slightly, instead relying on your hands to do the work. You massage each of her thighs, pressing into them from top to bottom. You make sure to caress the sleek forms of her cheeks as well, even going so far as to - for less than a second - part them at their bottoms. This makes Sejeong release a sigh, and she slowly pulls away from you, leaving you with the lingering sparks of her teeth upon your lips.

“The changing room,” Sejeong says, grabbing both of your wrists and removing your hands from her legs. Being deprived of her lovely thighs is disheartening, but she makes up for it by grabbing the side of your face and giving you a rough, protracted kiss. “Let’s go. No one will see us there.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you say swiftly, trying to think of an excuse. You knew this would happen eventually, and though you very much want to join her, you fear overcomes lust. “What if we’re caught?”

Sejeong sticks her tongue out at you as she grabs both of your hands, bringing you close. You think she’s about to kiss you again, but instead she continues to tease you, pressing your hands against the slope of her thighs, just at the hem of her shorts. By instinct, your fingers slide upward, beneath the fabric so that you can feel each of her smooth cheeks.

“It’ll be worth it either way, won’t it?” she asks, twirling her braids as you try your best to clandestinely massage her ass. It’s hard; the shorts she wears are so tight that getting any further than a few inches in is impossible. Caressing her round, jiggly cheeks would be much easier if the shorts were off. For example, if you were somewhere alone, where she was free to be nude…

“Fine,” you say somewhat exasperatedly, “But-”

Before you can finish your sentence, Sejeong has you by the hand, half-leading, half-dragging you down the beach. A few people give you odd looks, but you try not to pay too much attention to them. You hope no one notices as you and Sejeong enter the sheltered darkness of the changing stall. Slats of sunlight stream through the roof, making the place seem isolated and distant compared to the brightness of the rest of the beach. It’s the perfect place for a secret hookup.

The moment that the stall door is locked, Sejeong’s all over you. Attacking you with wild, hungry kisses like a woman starved, her tongue dominating your own, letting out breathy moans directly into your mouth. Her hands travel all over you - your stomach, your chest, your arms, your hips - but whenever she reaches too close to your groin area, you subtly position yourself away. It’s clear that she wants to touch you down there, but you have good reason not to let her.

Answering Sejeong’s fevered ministrations is hard, but you manage. You squeeze her swimsuit-covered breasts, searching for each nipple so you can rub them in circles when you find them. As nice as her tits are, however, you can’t deny the most enticing part of Sejeong’s body, and your hands soon stray there.

The elastic of her shorts presents a real challenge for you to overcome, particularly because Sejeong has started kissing and licking your neck, stealing much of your attention, robbing you of your motor skills. But you work at it anyway, folding the fabric down, yanking inch by inch, gradually approaching your destination. Fortunately for you, Sejeong catches on quickly, assisting you by shaking her hips. 

“How did I know you’d do that as soon as we got in here?” Sejeong asks with a chuckle, her lips still mere inches from yours as her shorts fall to the floor.

You desperately want to see Sejeong’s lower half in all its naked glory, but she barely allows you a second before kissing you fiercely once more. You’re forced to rely on your sense of touch instead. With the delicate touch of a man who’s in a haze of disbelief, you explore Seojung’s bare legs and ass. Starting with her cheeks, which jiggle heartily to the tune of your greedy smacks. Then with the luscious backs of her legs, upwards to the shivering inner aspect of each thigh, then finally to the slick, hot pair of lips above.

Sejeong lets out a hiss as your finger parts her lips, as you work your way inside her. You beckon forward with your finger, stroking the hard, rough spot above her interior, enjoying the sensation of her body tensing your arms. But then her hands go to work, running down your sides, patting your thighs, rubbing in circles, teasing at the waistband of your trunks.

Though you continue fingering her, you aren’t nearly on top of your game, as your head is filled with horribly familiar doubts. Sejeong seems to notice your decreased enthusiasm, because she unexpectedly removes her mouth from yours and leans backward.

“Is something wrong?” she asks as you switch to fondling her thighs again, unable to help yourself.

You shake your head, unable to look her directly in the eye. “No, I just didn’t really expect you to see me naked today, is all.”

The older woman’s cocked eyebrow is answer enough; you immediately cringe at yourself. What kind of excuse was that?

“You ate me out in my backseat until I was screaming last time,” Sejeong says in an accusatory voice. “You have to let me pay you back for that.” 

“It… it’s really okay,” you say, trying to think of anything to stop her from finding out the truth. “I don’t mind eating you out again. In fact, I want to.”

Sejeong furrows her brow. “No, it’s not okay. Relationships go both ways, right? Let me take care of you, too.”

Despite the feeling of utter dread brewing in your stomach, you nod and allow Sejeong to pull down your swim shorts. She does so with agonizing slowness, staring up at you with that sunny smile of hers. Hooking her thumbs into your waistband, sliding the wet fabric down your thighs. Revealing only the creases of your hips, getting balefully close to revealing your cock. Though you know she’s just trying to build the anticipation and put on a show for you, the suspense is like a raging storm in your mind. Clouds of worry gather, their resulting lightning strikes flashing out, thunder pealing repeatedly in time to your frantic heartbeat.

Then, finally, your shorts fall to the changing room floor, and your entire lower half is revealed. You can feel the stiffness of your cock, the yearning that fills it from tip to base, but you know it’s not going to be adequate. It’s not going to be enough for a woman like her. You’re honestly shocked that she hasn’t already made fun of you for it, that she hasn’t already declared you a complete waste of time.

Instead she remains on her knees, hands stroking your thighs, sending tingles up from your legs. As if she hasn’t noticed anything wrong at all. Unable to avoid addressing it any longer, your face warms and you look her in the eye, hoping that she can’t see the desperation in your expression.

“Sorry. I’m not really that, um, big.”

Sejeong cocks her head to the side, then moves her hands upward. Delicate fingers caress your balls as she takes hold of the base of your cock. To your horror, it’s apparent that she can fit the entire thing in her hand. That amazing sensation is marred by the storm of your own self-deprecation, raging its hardest as your crush finally learns the truth.

“No, it’s perfect for me.” the brunette says kindly, stroking you, then providing a chaste, comforting kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Because it makes this that much easier.”

You’ve barely registered her words when she releases your cock, immediately replacing her talented hands with her equally talented mouth. You let out a sigh and lay your hand at the back of her head as her silky lips tighten around your shaft.

“Oh wow,” you gasp as she bobs her head back and forth, sucking you at a casual pace. You can feel the smile that she still wears, see the lust in her eyes as she casts her gaze upward. “Y-you don’t mind?”

With a soft pop , Sejeong lets your cock fall from her mouth, dipping her head down so she can catch it with her tongue. You watch, trembling as she licks you from base to tip. She swirls her tongue around your head several times before taking your entire cock into her mouth once again. You feel her nose against your pelvis as she takes you into her throat, and she holds your cock there, bobbing her neck rapidly.

“No, of course not,” Sejeong says, drawing her neck back, allowing your cock to fall again, this time into her waiting hand. She jerks you vigorously as she speaks, her voice stuttered and raspy from breathlessness. “I love your cock. Like I said, it’s the perfect size for lots of things. Like stroking… and kissing.”

Sejeong puckers her lips and kisses you just beneath your shaft.

“ And sucking.”

The brunette opens her mouth wide again and gives you a single, long suck, staring up into your eyes the entire time. The vacuum of her mouth is so strong that it’s a genuine effort for you not to cry out.

Then, unexpectedly, she stands and spins around. At first you think she’s going to bend over for you, but she doesn’t. Instead she parts her legs, takes hold of your cock, then slides your erect shaft between her thighs. 

“ And this.”

Sejeong says, turning her head so you can kiss her. She guides both your hands up, letting them cup her breasts as she starts bucking her hips against you. Her thighs grasp your cock hard, utilizing their slabs of muscle in order to keep you in place. All you can do is clutch at her chest and kiss the side of her neck as she backs her ass against you, alternating the pressure of her thighs in order to squeeze your head harder on each pass. As she increases her speed, you can feel the wetness of her pussy against your cock, its lips parted to fit the top of your shaft between them. She’s practically soaking at this point, providing the perfect lubricant. Judging by her stammering breaths, she’s enjoying this too, which serves to make the intimate conjunction a million times better.

But just as you think it’s about to be over, as Sejeong’s practically writhing against you, as you’re doing very little more than holding on and enjoying the ride, as you both grow near the point of eruption, she stops. Your balls are immediately suffused with the ache of a withheld orgasm, but you’re too flustered to say anything. Especially when Sejeong turns and pushes against your chest. You stumble a few steps back until the back of your legs strike something hard. Though it’s difficult to manage, you tear your eyes from Sejeong’s and look back to see a wooden bench behind you.

“Sit.” she whispers, looking up at you and biting her lip. “And spread your legs wide.”

Smiling dreamily as you realize what her plan is, you do as she says, ignoring the grit of the sand under your cheeks as you settle onto the seat. Sejeong follows you closely, straddling you. Her knees press hard against the bench, and you almost think to ask whether that’s comfortable for her, but you don’t have the opportunity. In a flash, Sejeong’s lowering herself onto your cock, and though you don’t have a good view of it, you feel the moment that she slips you inside.

Letting out a low whine, she dips down and bites the lobe of your ear, flexing her hips as she does so.

“I told you it was the perfect size.”

Your only answer is to kiss her. To wrap your hands around her waist, to smack her ass as she begins riding you in full. Never before had you felt this level of completion, this level of acceptance. It’s appalling how downright lovestruck Sejeong is for you. She hums against your mouth as if she’s barely able to contain her moans. She moves in ways you could’ve never imagined before that day, rubbing your cock back and forth within her, then bouncing up and down on it, then combining the two movements in a vigorous gyration. You spread her cheeks wide as she rides you, massaging her ass, its flesh supple and satin-like. 

The hinges connecting the bench to the wall groan in protest, and you briefly worry that the entire seat is about to break. There isn’t much time to think of anything else, however, as Sejeong seems to have reached her fastest pace yet. Almost to the point where it might have been painful, had it not felt so incredible. Your grunts turn into moans, matching her own in intensity as you plunge into her. It takes a couple of thrusts to get into the rhythm, to fully match the ebbs and flows of her cadence, but she works with you. Clenching your cock with her walls as you shove into them as deeply as you’re able to go. You begin to grow loud, much louder than you know is publicly acceptable, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not with the most gorgeous woman on the planet riding you for dear life. Not with her tits smacking against your face as she bounces on your aching cock. Not with her ass pressed against your open, groping palms. Not with the animalistic pull of an orgasm raging up into your legs.

Sejeong’s thrusting slows as she lets out a heavy, echoing gasp. You can feel her breath hitching hard, and yours does the same as the muscles in your legs convulse. Her walls flex madly around you as you cum, so powerfully that Sejeong seems unable to continue riding you. That’s fine though, as you take over for a moment, sliding your legs down and giving yourself the proper angle to thrust into her. Your hips smack against hers as you prolong both of your orgasms, shutting your eyes tight as cum pours out of you. Before long you’re out of steam, too, and you slump against each other, sweaty and panting, barely even to speak.

This lasts for an indeterminable amount of time - it could’ve been hours, could’ve been minutes - before Sejeong leans back. She cups your face in her hands and runs her thumbs against your cheekbones, then traces your lips. The parts of her hair that aren’t braided are in a frizzy mess around her head, and her blush is intense, extending all the way to her upper neck.

“See?” she asks, grinning as you feel your soft cock slipping out of her cum-filled pussy. Pearl white and thick, your semen leaks from between her thighs. “I told you it was enough.”

The Luckiest Fan (Featuring Lisa and Rose of BLACKPINK)

The chatter of the other fans around you fades into the distance as you take a seat before one of your favorite idols of all time: Park Chaeyoung of Blackpink. She looks immaculate today, her silver-dyed hair flowing down her shoulders in a shimmering cascade. Her eyes dance with happiness as she sees you, and a heart-stopping smile blossoms upon her lips.

“Hi there,” she says brightly as she signs your album cover. “Thank you so much for supporting us! What’s your name?”

It’s hard to answer, at first, not with that sparkling, lovely gaze trained on you. When you remember that your time with her is limited, however, you’re just barely able to croak out your name.

From there the conversation is mostly a blur. She asks you about yourself, and you have no clue what to say, so you try your hardest not to sound awkward or weird. Somehow you manage to make her laugh twice, and it seems genuine to you, though you know better than to let that get to your head. There’s still a glimmer of hope that Rosé actually enjoys speaking with you - if the way she leans forward and seems captivated by your every word is any indication - a sentiment that’s doubled when the manager moves to usher you along. Rosé says goodbye in a subtle, yet extremely telling way, reaching across the table and clasping your hand. It lasts less than half a second, and you’re sure no one else notices it, but you think you feel her thumb brush along your knuckles as she moves away.

There isn’t much opportunity for you to think about it, though, as you’re faced with your other favorite idol of all time, the only girl on the planet that you think can even come close to Park Chaeyoung’s beauty. That is, of course, Lalisa Manoban.

Today she’s wearing a black tank top that leaves very little to the imagination, but there’s a protective shirt beneath it, likely to deter perverts like yourself from gawking at her. It doesn’t matter either way, because your brain still goes haywire upon seeing her angelic face and delicious, flawless skin.

Lisa signs your album cover in much the same absentminded way that Rosé does, then hands it back to you. She doesn’t ask your name, instead picking up right where her group mate left off, talking to you with an animated tone that implies she’s interested in everything you have to say.

Rather than a lingering touch at the end of your interaction, Lisa instead points to her signature on the album. You glance down at it as you shift over to the next seat, taking the spot in front of Jisoo.

“You’re single, right?”

Your head shoots up, and you make direct eye contact with Lisa. Unable to express a coherent thought, much less articulate actual words, you give only a nod response.

Lisa smiles and leans over to Rosé, cupping a hand over her ear in order to mask what she’s saying. You can feel their eyes upon you, though, and it’s immediately clear that something’s up. By the time you open your mouth to say something, however, their suit-clad managers are urging you on, and you have no choice but to return to the audience.

The rest of the fanmeeting goes as planned; Blackpink finishes up by thanking everyone who attended, answering a few questions, and then saying goodbye. Of course there’s a couple of performances between, and you find yourself absolutely enamored by the jaunty gyrations of Lisa’s hips and the carefully metered, bright expressions that Rosé wears. By the end of it, you’re still basking in the afterglow of how well you’d gotten along with two members of the hottest girl group in the world.

That is, until you’re about to leave the venue, and you’re approached by one of the bodyguards. He’s a large guy - probably a head taller than you, and about two times wider - and you don’t really have a choice but to yield to him as the rest of the crowd streams around you.

“Come with me.” he says, gesturing toward a hallway to the side. There are a couple of other bodyguards there, along with several “Do Not Enter” signs. Clearly, it’s not a place for the general public.

Suspicious, you hold up your hands. “Why? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

The man is unphased, and points more insistently toward the back hallway. “Someone has requested your presence. I’m only delivering the message.”

Someone? You think back to Rosé and Lisa. About the odd question they’d asked. But no, that’s impossible. They’re idols. Sure, the flirting was nice, but there was no chance that they were inviting you backstage or whatever. The way they had whispered to one another after was still burned in your mind, affording you a tiny sliver of hope. Well, there was only one way to find out for sure.

“Sure. Let’s go, I guess.”

The guard turns and walks away then, and you follow close behind, ignoring the strange looks the other fans give you as you cross into the restricted area. Down a long, shadowed hallway filled with storage crates, passing hurried-looking staff members with headsets, walkie-talkies, and clipboards. You and the guard arrive at a regular-looking door at the end of the hallway, where he knocks twice before turning and leaving you there.

Convinced this is a trap or prank of some sort, you’re about to call after him when the door opens by a sliver. To your immediate shock, the pixie-faced, blonde-haired woman peeking out is none other than Lalisa Manoban.

“Great!” she says sunnily, stepping aside so that you’re out of view. “Come in. Don’t open the door too much, though, and make sure you close it behind you.”

Unable to think of a good answer, you just do as she asks. You slip inside the room as delicately as possible, feeling as if you’re going to get in trouble for doing this. No one says anything, though, and you shut the door behind you as you enter the room. Then you turn, and in that moment your mind goes totally and completely blank.

Judging by the mirror, the lighting, and the lined up outfits on hangers, you’re clearly in a dressing room of some sort. Not like you’re paying much attention to the decor, anyway, as before you are both of your biases. Lisa stands right where you left her, wearing only a bra and panties, her tanned skin glistening in the harsh fluorescent lights, reminding you of melted caramel. Her toned body makes your mouth water and your heart race; you can practically see every single one of her abdominal muscles, and her mouthwatering thighs and calves are marked by lines of striation. She doesn’t seem bothered at all that you’re seeing her nearly naked; in fact, her smile only broadens when she notices you gawking at her.

In the corner sits Rosé. Unlike Lisa, she wears only her panties, displaying her small, gently down-sloped breasts, tying up her silver hair, offering only a casual nod to acknowledge you. Her nipples are on full display. They’re pinker than you’d imagined, yet still tiny and cute, with small areolas. Both of them are stiff and hard. Whether it’s from the cold or arousal you aren’t sure. Upon noticing your frank staring, Rosé laughs, covering her mouth with her hand in a way that’s unbelievably adorable.

“So, we were both thinking about you after the fanmeeting,” Lisa says, stepping toward you. “And we decided to invite you back here.”

Rosé stands, finishing her hair tying job, leaving it in a tight ponytail behind her head. She reaches over to the counter in front of her, then grabs a bottle of something that you don’t recognize. Her white panties are barely enough to hide the inner creases of her hips, and in the mirror you can see her taut cheeks.

“Don’t worry,” Rosé says, wrapping an arm around Lisa’s waist and lifting the bottle, which you instantly recognize as lube. “We won’t take too much of your time. Just a little reward for being such a devoted fan.”

Then, without pretense, the two idols kissed. Already dumbstruck as you are, you can only stare as they indulge in a deep, tongue-led conjunction. Their hands travel along each other’s bodies, pulling at what little clothing they have. Lisa grabs both of Rosé’s breasts, squeezing them greedily, making the older girl sway on her feet. To conclude the kiss, both girls open their eyes, staring directly at you as their lips part, connected by the writhing tips of their tongues. Then Lisa dips her face downward, drops her arms to Rosé’s waist, and yanks her panties down to her ankles.

“You look lonely over there,” Rosé says, running her hands through Lisa’s hair as the maknae attacks her neck and upper chest. “Why don’t you join us?”

You have neither the strength nor the desire to resist, and soon find yourself in a tangle of arms as the two idols welcome you into their embrace. They begin to caress all along your body, with wandering fingers and curious palms, massaging your chest, your arms, your shoulders. Lisa kisses you first, and her breath tastes like cool mint as she exhales into your mouth.

As you pull Lisa close, you feel Rosé grabbing at your waistband, undoing your belt. In return you rub her bare thigh, pulling her close so that you can feel the firm shape of her butt. Each cheek is small but firm, and you’re compelled to smack them each once, causing the idol to let out a light giggle each time you do so.

A hand touches your cheek, beckoning you away from Lisa, replacing her with Rosé. The silver-haired idol’s kiss is far more fevered, her tongue dominating your own with a strength that you can’t even attempt to deny. Lisa takes over by removing your pants, dropping them down to your ankles along with your underwear.

For a second, you worry about a million things - the size of your cock, how recently you trimmed your bush, whether you smell bad or not - but every single worry is cast away as Lisa takes hold of your cock. It’s such a wonderfully distracting sensation that you detach from Rosé, just catching sight of the beautiful Thai woman as she drops to her knees before you. She clutches your cock in a tight grip, stroking it slowly with a soft palm.

“See, Rosé? What’d I tell you?” Lisa asks, jerking your hard cock right in front of her own face. “He’s big.”

Rosé giggles, then motions for you to take your shirt off, which you gladly oblige. She then drops to her knees as well, joining Lisa, cupping your balls in her hands and rolling them gently between her fingers. Rosé then brushes some of Lisa’s hair aside, holding it back as the blonde looks up at you.

“Do you want to fuck my mouth, oppa?” Lisa asks, tilting her head to the side, her sweet expression a stark contrast from her deplorable words. “Don’t worry. I can take it.”

Rosé gives a nod of affirmation, then kisses the inside of your thigh. It’s clear that, somehow, this is something that Lisa wants . Not one to deny a woman her needs, you nod, and Lisa beams sunnily as she opens her mouth for you. Rosé continues to hold her head as you direct your cock inside, shuddering as the warm wetness of her mouth takes you in. Reflexively, you thrust your pelvis forward as the pressure between your legs increases, pushing your cock further into Lisa’s mouth. The blonde lets out a muffled exhale but continues sucking, opening her jaw further, allowing you to push until you feel the borderline painful tightness of her throat. Lisa holds your cock there for a second, letting you rock your pelvis back and forth into her.

After a few seconds of this, the blonde pulls back, gasping for air as accumulated spit covers the side of her mouth. Her eyes are filled with tears, spilling over onto her cheeks, running down to smear her eyeliner. She jerks you twice before taking your cock into her mouth again. You decide to be more merciful this time, only pushing in half your shaft as you thrust in and out of Lisa’s mouth. Naturally, it’s hard to contain your excitement; the blonde’s lips are wet with saliva, and her tongue provides the perfect bed for your hard cock to rest on. Eventually you can’t take it anymore, fully committing to ravaging Lisa’s throat, filling it until she gags audibly, until she pats her hand against your thigh in order to signal that she needs a break.

Rosé laughs, grabbing Lisa by the back of her head and kissing her roughly. The aggression of her kiss takes full control of Lisa’s limp, messy mouth. The maknae is still clearly starved for air as Rosé dominates her.

“Now that you’re all lubed up, it’s my turn,” Rosé says, standing and grabbing you by the wrist. Lisa remains on her knees, wiping her dripping mouth, grinning despite her ruined makeup and panting breaths. “Have you ever tried anal before?”

Briefly, you wonder if you should lie, pretend you’re more sexually experienced than you really are. But you decide against it, thinking that it’s best to be honest here. It’s obvious that both of these idols are hungry for your cock regardless of the situation, and it would likely take a lot more than inexperience for them to be turned off.

“No, never,” you say as smoothly as you can manage, watching as Rosé turns around and presents you with her toned ass. You massage her cheeks again, this time spreading them so that you can get a nice view of her lovely, trimmed pussy and creamy asshole. “You’ll have to guide me through it.”

“Lisa?” Rosé asks, cocking an eyebrow and looking at her group mate in the mirror.

Shakily, the blonde gets to her feet, grabbing the bottle of lubricant from the countertop beside Rosé. Rather than using it immediately, however, Lisa bends over, spreads her group mate’s cheeks as wide as they can go, before liberally tonguing her asshole. You watch, enchanted by Rosé’s angelic beauty, by the way she bites her lip and shuts her eyes, reveling in the sloppiness of Lisa’s rimjob. Not wanting to feel as if you aren’t doing your part, you bend over as well and join Lisa, your tongue meeting hers as you both cover Rosé’s asshole in spit. The blonde even offers you a kiss or two in between, and you’re shocked at how energetic she is despite the abuse she’d taken minutes ago.

“I think that should be good,” Lisa says, standing and uncapping the bottle of lube. “But just to be sure…”

The blonde pours out a healthy amount of the lubricant on her palm, then reaches over and begins stroking your cock. She does so in a mechanical yet savoring manner, providing you with pleasure while also managing to cover your shaft in a thin layer of lube. Then, after squirting a bit more out, she spreads Rosé’s cheeks again and begins fingering her asshole. The silver-haired idol lets out a moan; through the mirror, you can see that she plainly enjoys the feeling of being penetrated back there, which you’re surprised by. From your limited experience, you know most women aren’t that enthused by anal, to say the least.

But Rosé, on the other hand, is a different animal entirely. Even though Lisa’s fingering of her asshole doesn’t last all that long, the older girl bites hard on her lip, clutching the counter with veiny hands, with knuckles that are almost white.

“All right,” Lisa whispers, giving Rosé’s cheeks a final pair of smacks before spreading both of them again. This time, she stretches Rosé’s cheeks to their limit, gaping her asshole farther than you’d imagined possible. “Whenever you’re ready.”

With Lisa holding her group mate’s cheeks open for you, you stroke your cock a few times to ensure that its covered in lube. Then you spread your legs, press your tip to Rosé’s asshole, and ease yourself in.

Immediately, you notice that Rosé’s ass is unfathomably tight. Easily tighter than anything you’d ever stuck your cock into. Though that isn’t necessarily a long list, it stands to reason that you initially aren’t sure that you’ll even fit inside. You can feel Rosé tensing hard against you, her legs shaking as you try to get your cock inside her past the tip.

“Relax…” Lisa whispers, giving the silver-haired idol a kiss on the small of her back.

Surprisingly, Rosé does just that, shutting her eyes and taking deep breaths, adjusting her hips and legs to give you more room to work with. Inch by inch, you manage to slide yourself into her asshole, its elastic interior stretching to accommodate your girth. Rosé begins to cry out, muffling herself with hand for a bit, then simply whimpering as you fill her ass with cock. Once you’ve gone in as far as you can go, when you feel the ring of her anus closing around the base of your shaft, Lisa moves out of the way, instead taking a position right beside you, one arm wrapped around your waist. You pay her little mind, though, as you’re too busy leaning over Rosé, cupping her cute tits in your hands as you tuck your face into her neck.

“Your cock is so big,” she whispers as you play with her nipples, as you draw your hips back to start thrusting. “Go easy on me, okay?”

You give her a kiss on the cheek for reassurance, starting your thrusts slow and controlled. Rosé takes your cock well, rocking in rhythm with your movements, letting out tiny gasps of pleasure whenever you reach balls deep inside her. Lisa strokes your ass and back, sending tingles up your spine, almost managing to distract you from the heavenly sensation of fucking Park Chaeyoung in the ass. But you remain steadfast, increasing your thrusts as the final impetus of a long-overdue orgasm works its way into your gut, balls, and cock. What had originally been a careful, metered rhythm becomes frenzied and fast, wet skin smacking wet skin as you absolutely destroy her asshole. Lisa offers whispered words of encouragement throughout, pleading with you to go harder, to go faster, to put your everything into it. You do exactly as she says, ignoring the soreness in your muscles, holding Rosé close and fucking her as hard as you possibly can.

Rosé’s moans match your grunts, both reaching a powerful crescendo as you cum. You release a half-groan, half-cry, continuing to thrust fiercely, forcing yourself to milk every last drop out. The slickness of your semen makes it easier to keep going, and you last far longer after finishing than you expect to, only stopping when your half-soft cock slips out of Rosé’s gaping asshole. She slumps forward onto the counter, panting harshly, eyes half-lidded as she heaves heavy, slow breaths.

Thick, pearly cum pours from her as you step back, and you’re too lightheaded to try and stop it from falling to the carpeted floor below. Luckily, Lisa is there in an instant, catching a palmful of your cum in her hand, then using her fingers to push the rest of it from Rosé’s asshole. You watch, holding onto the wall beside you in order to keep yourself standing. Once Lisa has completely emptied Rosé of your cum, she stands, grabbing some wet wipes from the counter and handing them to you.

Deftly, you accept them from her, and together you wipe Rosé clean. She perks up at your touch, at the cool sensation of the wipes against her skin. A lazy smile finds its way to her lips, and the moment that you and Lisa get her cleaned up, the silver-haired idol straightens, spins around, and catches you in her arms. Her kiss catches you totally off guard, and you can do little else but accept it, allowing her to fill your mouth with a surprisingly energetic tongue. She releases you shortly after, only for Lisa to capture you in a similar embrace, though her kiss is much more tender, and doesn’t last nearly as long.

“So, will you be coming to the next fanmeet?” Lisa asks as she parts from you, batting her eyelashes.

The Breaking of Bae Irene (featuring Red Velvet Yeri and Irene)

“Yeri, this is fucking insane,” Irene says, looking around at the five naked, masked strangers surrounding her. “I can’t believe you did this.”

Awkwardly, you lean up against the dresser behind you and - as instructed by Yerim beforehand - say nothing. The other guys in the room do the same, avoiding eye contact, kind of just hanging around as Red Velvet’s leader glares angrily at you. She’s still wearing the outfit she’d worn for the concert earlier in the night, a pleated red skirt with a white blouse on top. The deep, v-shaped collar of the dress leaves little to the imagination, her cleavage pushed upward even further by Irene’s crossed arms. 

Behind her, Kim Yerim lays sideways on the bed, one hand on the older woman’s shoulder, the other supporting her own head with her elbow. Unlike Irene, Yeri’s already changed out of her concert outfit, instead wearing only a pair of lace black underwear. Her hourglass-shaped body is free for everyone to see, and - prior to Irene’s arrival - had been the main object of attention for you and the strangers around you. Minutes ago, the maknae had allowed for free groping of her breasts as she stroked each of you in preparation for what was to come. Her pink nipples were still puffy and hard from stimulation, from the vigor at which you and the lanky dude beside you had been sucking on them. Her lipstick is smeared from the fierce kisses she exchanged with each of you, plump lips that you would have loved to have wrapped around your cock, but Yeri had denied you that pleasure so far. 

“I don’t want to get you too excited yet,” Yerim had said as she jerked two other guys’ cocks, as you and another stranger knelt before her, rubbing her nipples and stroking the inside of her thighs. “That’s Irene’s job.”

That warning was enough to make all of you back off, excited by the prospect of getting a chance to fuck one of the most prolific women in South Korea. That wasn’t to say that Yeri didn’t fall into that category as well, but she’d hosted two of these post-concert orgy sessions in the past. The first time it had just been her, and the second she’d invited Park Sooyoung. None of you would ever pass up the chance to fill all of Yeri’s holes again, but that didn’t mean a change of pace wasn’t nice every once in a while.

And so you all stand in an awkward semi-circle around a lavish hotel room bed, some jerking off, others merely watching and waiting as Yeri tries to convince Irene to go through with this. Unlike the reserved, standoffish leader, Joy hadn’t protested at all. She’d joined in the fun with gusto, proving to be almost as much of a freak as the maknae.

“Come on, unnie,” Yerim says, gesturing to you and the other men. “You said you hadn’t had sex in awhile, so I figured this would be a nice way for you to relax.”

Irene’s cheeks blush a furious pink, and her lips press into a thin, hard line.

“That doesn’t mean I want to fuck five strangers at once!”

Yerim sits up and shifts closer to her leader, placing both hands upon the older girl’s shoulders and massaging them gently. You’re somewhat surprised that Irene doesn’t pull away. From Yeri’s initial warnings, you expected a little more resistance from her leader.

“Why not?” Yeri asked, leaning over to whisper directly into Irene’s ear. “They’re all tested and clean. And they know how to fuck. And they’ll do anything we want them to. Right, guys?”

A murmur of assent from your group, along with reassuring nods. Yeri was always explicit and honest about the rules when it came to this stuff. Ultimately, you guys were her guests. You were there for her entertainment, and getting yourselves off was just an added bonus.

“Anything?” Irene asks, her voice a whisper, husky and tinged with lust.

Yerim presses her lips to the side of Irene’s neck, causing the leader to shiver. “Anything at all.”

Irene bites her lower lip, and you can practically see the gears turning in her head. The pieces clicking into place as she looks around at each of you. Finally she relaxes, her arms dropping to the side, her milky white thighs uncrossing.

“Fine,” Irene says with a resigned sigh, though the corners of her lips twitch upward before she speaks. “But one at a time, okay?”

“That sounds like a good deal, right boys?” Yeri asks, and again you all agree. Not that you have much of a choice anyway. It’s either that or go home with blue balls.

Yerim stands, stepping off the bed in order to give Irene more room. “But how about you let them all touch you at the same time? Just light touching, maybe a little massaging. A few kisses. Nice and easy. Something to get you warmed up and relaxed. You’re so tense, unnie.”

Your cock is already perking up at the prospect of fondling Irene, of squeezing and rubbing her flawless skin, of undressing her right there in the hotel room. 

Irene rolls her eyes, though it’s clear she’s trying to hide her nervousness. ”Whatever, sure. But when it comes to actual fucking, only one person at a time.”

Yeri then looks over at you guys, smiles brightly, and gives a nod. From there you all move in simultaneously, eager to start, hungry hands and wanting cocks all directed toward Bae Juhyun.

Irene lets out a yelp as the first pairs of hands reach her. They’re not yours, unfortunately, but those of two other guys who take full advantage of her exposed cleavage. Pulling her blouse down, revealing her dark nipples. The leader cranes her neck back as she’s groped, letting out a hum that melts into a whine as you and another guy begin stroking her thighs. Her flesh is as supple and smooth as you imagine, firm with the muscles of a dancer. You can’t help but lean forward and put your lips on her skin, gracing her with gentle kisses and bites. Goosebumps prickle against your lips as you move upward. The guy on her opposite leg heads in the opposite direction, settling at her feet, licking her toes heartily, sucking on the them with vigor.

“That’s disgusting,” Irene says shakily, looking down at him, though she doesn’t pull away. The two guys at her top have already completely unbuttoned her blouse, and her toned torso is on full display. “I’m sweaty!”

Yeri, who’s lounging out in a nearby loveseat with her legs spread and her hands on her tits, lets out a boisterous laugh. “That just makes them more appetizing to him.”

“Ugh.” Irene groans, shaking her head. She might have been inclined to say more, but just then her words are muffled by a kiss. It’s a rough one, and at first you think she’s going to protest, but instead she returns it tenfold, dominating the guy’s tongue so hard that he moves away first.

“Look at you go, unnie,” Yeri says excitedly as Irene grabs a second guy, pulling him in for a similarly fevered kiss. “That’s the spirit.”

Tired of gawking, you decide to make your own move, grabbing the leader by her hips so you and the man beside you can pull her skirt down. She helps you out by laying flat, though she’s completely limp, too preoccupied by the strangers who have now started sucking on her tits.

With the help of the shorter guy beside you, Irene’s skirt comes off easily. Her safety shorts are next, and to your pleasant surprise Irene is wearing a purple thong underneath. You immediately go for the creases of her thighs, licking them heartily as the other guy pulls at the waistband of her underwear. Irene squirms as the fabric rubs up against her pussy, and you follow up by pressing your hand to the center of her thong. It’s unfathomably hot, slick with her nectar.

“Let’s take these off so you don’t get them dirty.” you say with a grin, glancing at the guy beside you. He grins back, and together you yank Irene’s underwear off and toss them aside. 

“One… at a time…” Irene mumbles, crossing her legs, momentarily depriving you of the treasures between them.

“Does that mean you’re ready to get fucked, unnie?” Yerim asks, her sweet voice chiming throughout the room, making you and your companions pause.

Irene lays bare and supine on the bed, her hair a frizzy mess around her head. Red love bites cover her throat, shoulders, and chest. Her breaths come heavy and deep. Wordlessly, she looks directly into Yerim’s eyes and gives a nod.

“Alright, then,” Yerim says, clapping her hands, then giggling, probably at the absurdity of having to corral four horny men. “Get in line. Biggest to smallest? Or smallest to biggest, maybe, to get you into it?”

Irene props herself up on her elbows, looking around at all of you with that sexy, scornful glare of hers. She regards all of your cocks in turn, then frowns.

“Smallest to biggest.” she says shortly, laying down and spreading her legs.

You manage to catch a quick glimpse of her pussy - she’s got a thick, trimmed bush around it, a mature appearance that makes you even more excited - before Yerim stands and begins goading you all into forming a line. Luckily, you’re the most average-sized one in the room, meaning that the order wouldn’t have mattered either way.

The smallest guy, who’s on the chubbier side with lots of hair, steps forward and lays down atop Irene. She flinches initially, scrunching her nose and looking as if she’s utterly grossed out. But she complies to his wishes, keeping her legs open, letting him rub the head of his cock against her folds. He eases himself in after a few strokes, wasting little time, grabbing her thighs and getting down to business right from the start.

Yeri stands up from the loveseat, sinking down onto the bed beside Irene’s head, stroking her hair and giving her gentle kisses when she has the opportunity. Not that there’s much room to do so, though; the hairy guy seems to be more of the intimate type, gripping her close as he fucks her. His grunts and pants match her squeals as he goes as hard as he can, the bedframe already creaking in protest.

“Yeah unnie, good,” Yerim says, reaching out to massage the shoulders of the man fucking her. “You like that?”

“Oh yeah,” Irene mumbles, voice stuttered by the momentum of each thrust. “It’s been so long…”

Standing there and waiting, watching as Irene takes her first cock, you feel utterly left out, and not to mention extremely horny. You find yourself missing Yeri, who during the last session had taken five cocks at once: one in her pussy, one in her ass, sucking the other three off alternately. Even Sooyoung had been pretty good about handling multiple guys at the same time. The image of her riding you reverse cowgirl while sucking two dicks was forever ingrained in your mind.

It’s a massive relief when the hairy guy pulls out, stepping away so that the tall man in front of you can take his place. From the look of Irene’s spread, wet pussy - and by the way the hairy guy’s cock remains hard after he walks away - he hadn’t finished in her. Not that it mattered much, anyway.

The tall guy is next. Irene doesn’t move from her spot, wordlessly opting for another missionary round, which he’s happy to provide. Instead of an intimate hold, he leans back and hammers her while standing upright. This gives Yerim free rein to not only kiss her unnie repeatedly, but to suck on and squeeze her breasts. Since you’re closer now, you get a great view of Irene’s beautiful body as she takes that second cock. She’s moaning in full, no longer holding anything back. In fact, she even smiles a few times, though these are mostly after a particularly wild kiss from her group mate.

“How about doggystyle?” Yerim asks, dropping you a wink as she continues to caress Irene’s face and neck. “The different angles feel good.”

Panting and red-faced, Irene answers by flipping over, presenting you with her thick ass. It’s easily your favorite feature on her, and you’re absolutely thrilled that you get to fuck her from behind. So thrilled, in fact, that you have the courage to smack each of her cheeks once, making her yelp as her flesh jiggles enticingly. A few of the other guys cheer, but she shoots you a deadly look.

“Stay out of my ass,” Irene warns, her tone lethal despite its tremble. She isn’t even in proper doggystyle. Instead she's just sort of laying there with her ass up, the side of her face pressed to a pillow that Yeri has so graciously provided for her. “I haven’t been lubed up yet.”

“Understood.” you say hastily, grabbing your cock and laying on top of her.

Because of the lack of view, it takes a few seconds to finally find her pussy, but once you do, its tight walls clench around you immediately. You splay your hands out beside her head, spreading your legs around hers so that you have the best possible angle to thrust at. Like the men before you, you go hard right from the beginning; it’s impossible not to. Her pussy is tight and responsive, and her moans are intoxicating. You can practically taste how deprived she’s been. She reaches back and hangs onto you, her nails digging into your skin as you pump your cock in and out of her. You lick the back of her neck several times before hooking your arms under her shoulders and grabbing her in a half nelson. Irene absolutely melts as you do this, and for the first time that night she offers some dirty talk, imploring you to fuck her harder. Feeling proud and unbelievably aroused, you do as she says, hammering her with as much speed as your muscles allow.

However, you know your limits. When you feel the ripping heat of an orgasm approaching, you slow your thrusts, making them calculated and savory, merely enjoying the feel of Irene’s slick interior. Then, when even that proves to be too much for you, you pull out entirely, giving the idol a chaste kiss on the top of her head as thanks.

As the next guy takes over, you grab a drink of water from one of the bottles on a nearby nightstand. Yeri seems to have finally decided to join in on the fun, as she’s on her knees on the opposite end of the bed from her unnie, the first two guys standing above her. It’s nothing too serious, just some lazy teasing; she strokes their cocks playfully, smiling up at them, occasionally offering a few seconds inside her small, talented mouth. You join them shortly after, stroking Yeri’s hair as she takes turns licking you and your companions’ wet heads.

This continues until the final guy has had his fill of Irene. She sits up from the bed, brushing tangled hair from her sweaty face, accepting a drink of water from Yeri as she recovers. To your shock, no one has cum yet. Her pussy is pink and well-spread from all the cocks its taken, but aside from a healthy amount of her own nectar, it’s relatively clean.

“What were you thinking next, unnie?” Yeri asks as she casually jerks your cock, ignoring the hairy guy who’s currently rubbing his tip against her nipple.

Irene looks around at all of you, biting her lower lip again, clearly lost in thought. 

“Fuck it,” she says, spreading her arms and giving a wide grin. “I need more cock.”

“How many do you think you could take?” the chubby guy asks.

Irene shrugs, then gives a cute laugh. It’s such a harsh contrast to the angry, reserved woman from thirty minutes ago that you can’t help but laugh along, too. How could someone change so much, so fast?

“I’ve done double-penetration before. So as long as we have lube, at least two.”

“ At least , huh?” Yeri says, smiling wickedly, pushing her way out of the circle of guys waiting for her to suck them off. She then strides over to her backpack and grabbed a bottle of KY Jelly. “Then we’ll start with three.”

Irene grins and lays onto the bed again, this time presenting her ass properly in order for Yerim to lube it up. To your delight, the maknae doesn’t start with the KY Jelly; instead, she spits directly onto her unnie’s asshole, letting the saliva drip down before diving in and giving her a messy, intimate rimjob. Irene clearly isn’t as much a fan of anal as she was traditional penetration, but she let out low hums of satisfaction nonetheless.

In the meantime, you and the other lucky guys in the room continue your fondling and groping of Irene. This she seems to enjoy the most, far more than when you’d first initiated with her. She cuddles up into embraces, returned kisses with a novel sweetness, and even jerks your cocks off when you present them to her. Since she needs to keep one hand available to hold herself up while Yeri prepares her - the maknae had switched to the KY Jelly, and from the sounds of Irene’s renewed moans, it was being applied to her pussy as well - Irene chose to utilize her mouth. You manage to get there before anyone else, and the leader rewards you with a frenzied, deepthroating blowjob that you didn’t even remotely expect from her. It's messy and relentless, spit covering her lips, tears running down her mascara-smeared face.

Of course that meant everyone needed to have a turn. All of the other guys followed suit, sometimes two at a time, displaying an ability that not even Yeri had. Irene possessed the quite impressive skill of being able to fit two cocks in her mouth at the same time. It was more about the show of it, of course, since she couldn’t really do much else aside from lick the tips simultaneously, but it was still undoubtedly hot.

In fact, this was where Irene got her first nut of the evening, from the guy with the biggest cock of the whole group. She was midway through blowing him when he grunted, pulled out, and sprayed a load all over her pretty face. Though she’s clearly shocked at first, she doesn’t fight it, instead shutting her eyes and sticking her tongue out. Most of it gets on her forehead and nose, though she does manage to catch a few drops in her mouth.

“Damn…” the guy says as Irene continues to suck him dry. “I d-didn’t mean to cum this early.”

Irene pops his cock out of her mouth and gives him a cum-glazed smile. “That’s okay. Just rest up. You can fuck me when you’re ready.”

“There’s the mommy energy I like to see,” Yeri quips, coming up beside Irene and cupping the leader’s face in her hands. “Let me clean you up before you get fucked.”

All five of you - even the guy who came, who’s now standing off to the side, drinking water and catching his breath - watch intently as Yerim licks every last drop of cum off of her leader’s face. The maknae’s expression suggests that she isn’t too thrilled about the taste, but you know that Yeri is all about being as freaky and unfettered as possible. She’ll do pretty much anything within reason, a fact that she’s displayed multiple times before this.

Once she’s finished, Yeri invites three of you to fuck Irene at the same time. Swiftly, you call her ass, giving the hairy guy her mouth and the tall guy her pussy. The last of the men who hadn't cum yet - a guy who's somehow still wearing his glasses despite the rigorous activity you’re participating in - looks dejected until Yerim offers to see him one on one while Irene takes care of everyone else.

The positioning itself takes time, effort, and patience. However, you and the others are used to this sort of thing, and since Irene has been double-penetrated before, easing her into it isn’t too difficult. The tall guy lays flat with Irene straddling him on top. The hairy guy stands in front of her face, where she’s already eagerly sucking his cock. You get behind her, more or less upright. Yeri helps out by both applying more lube and spreading Irene’s cheeks as wide as possible, giving you an easy target to slide into. Of course it isn’t that simple, and takes a few tries from both you and the tall guy in order to hit your respective marks. But it’s intensely rewarding when you do, as you finally sink your cock into Bae Irene’s tight, lube-covered asshole.

You can feel the tall guy’s cock inside of Irene’s pussy, buried just as deeply as your own. As the person on top, you knew that you’d be doing much of the work. Your thrusts set the rhythm for the entire affair, and you make sure that they’re in sync with the movements of the other man inside Irene. To your relief, he has a great sense of such things, and after some initial awkwardness you’re able to pump in and out of Irene’s ass to your liking. The tall guy’s thrusts aren’t really thrusts at all, but rather micro-shifts that are more for Irene’s benefit than his own.

And, speaking of Irene, the formerly demure, hesitant leader has completely devolved into a moaning, shaking, filthy nymphomaniac. Her makeup is ruined. Her hair is a tangled mess. When there isn’t a cock in her mouth, she’s begging for more, pleading to have every hole filled. When there is a cock in her mouth, she lets out muffled moans, gagging hard when she goes for prolonged deepthroats, saliva coating her chin and lips.

The night becomes a blur of utter ecstasy and complete indulgence. You start by rotating through each position; from her tight asshole to her wet mouth to her clenching pussy, sampling each hole, getting your absolute fill of the leader. The fourth and fifth guys, who’d been engaged in a shared feast of Yeri’s nipples, pussy, and asshole, rotate in as well. The man who’d cum first recovers fast, taking over your spot in Irene’s in ass as you step out for a bathroom break.

All throughout, you constantly keep yourself from cumming, enjoying the sex too much to let it end. That doesn’t stop the other guys, though; the second one to finish is the hairy dude. He does so while deep in Irene’s ass, leaving her with a hefty anal creampie that continues to dribble out even as the glasses guy goes to take his place. The next to cum is the glasses guy himself, in exactly the same spot, leaving Irene’s ass absolutely pouring semen. In spite of your best efforts, you follow suit, though you at least have the wherewithal not to choose her already loaded, gaping asshole. No, instead you finish in her pussy, superficially enough that it gives her a nice, overflowing creampie. That leaves her entire groin area covered in cum, oozing out of both holes, the smile on her face speaking volumes about her sentiment toward it. The chubby guy is next, spattering her tits with a particularly thick, creamy load that manages to cling to her nipples even as the final man - the one with the biggest cock - fucks her mouth. He finishes onto her forehead again, which earns him a flustered, exhausted, barely-audible comment from Irene about how much he must love her face. All he can do is agree as he jerks off those final dregs onto her cheeks.

By the end of the gangbang, Irene’s covered in sweat and cum. She lays up against the bedhead, semen staining the sheets between her legs as well as her forehead and breasts. Her stony expression is gone, replaced by one of pure, awestruck bliss. As if you and the other guys had literally fucked her silly.

“See, unnie?” Yeri says, a hint of mocking in her tone as she lovingly strokes her leader’s hair. “All you needed was some good dick. Now let’s go wash up.”

The Breaking of Bae Irene, Pt. 2

Since gangbanging Bae Joohyun for the first time last week, you haven't been able to stop thinking about her. That made it all the more exciting when you received a text from an anonymous number inviting you to the same upscale hotel where you’d formally met Red Velvet’s leader. In the text you were instructed to ask for Sooyoung’s Room, which was a bit of a let down, as you’d very much been looking forward to fucking Irene again.

However, as you discover when you show up, that disappointment hadn’t been necessary at all. Because waiting inside that hotel room is not only Park Sooyoung but Bae Joohyun as well. Though you’d seen Joy naked on several occasions in the past, the sheer perfection of her body was impossible not to gawk at. From the toned muscles of her arms, calves, and abdomen to the thickness of her thighs and ass, Sooyoung might as well have been sculpted by the gods. The best part of it was that she understood how hot she was as well, flaunting her caramel-colored nipples and jiggly yet taut cheeks without shame. Hell, by the time you’d shown up she was already sitting on a guy's face, riding him and touching herself while the rest of the guys around her jerked off. She exchanged smokey, smiling kisses with anyone who offered, sighing into their mouths as her tongue lashed against theirs.

Joohyun, on the other hand, was more of a bystander… at least for the moment. She sat on the edge of the bed, sipping a glass of wine, one bare leg crossed over the other, watching Sooyoung with a grin on her face. The sight of the older woman’s elegant body in such a position made you instantly hard; you scramble to undress, eager to get another taste of her. Unlike Sooyoung, Joohyun is still fully clothed. She wears an azure, sweater-like top that displays her toned midriff, held together by three thin ties that you can’t wait to rip apart. Her dark hair is in pristine condition, parted at the center and flowing down her shoulders in twin waterfalls of shiny silk. Below she wears a pleated, black-and-white striped skirt, ending at mid-thigh. Knee-high socks hide her pretty feet from view, encompassing the sentiment that you felt about her entire outfit: gorgeous, but not nearly as gorgeous as her naked body.

Before you can even begin to approach her, however, that frigid, calculating gaze of hers settles upon you, turning your anticipation into timidity. It’s clear that she isn’t ready to begin yet, and if you knew what was good for you, you’d heed that nonverbal warning.

So rather than invoke the wrath of the terrifying Bae Joohyun, you instead join the other dudes, standing and watching as Sooyoung gets eaten out. The girls had invited five guys this time instead of four, adding a darker guy who was well hung and muscular. Otherwise, it was the same exact crew as last time. As usual none of the males here really spoke to each other; they were all more or less strangers to you, as the girls had reinforced from the beginning of your “meetings” with them. The less you knew about everything, the better. The point was to relieve sexual tension from the group members while also giving a handful of fans a chance to properly worship their favorite idols. Nothing more. Anonymity was best to prevent any potentially devastating media scandals.

For a few minutes this continues, with a couple guys - including you, of course - reaching over to fondle Sooyoung’s tantalizingly bouncing breasts and smack her pale, round ass. At her invitation, you and the darker guy stand beside her on the bed, allowing her to suck and jerk each of your cocks. Fortunately for the eager, hairy guy eating her out the whole time, she gave him several breaks, swapping out with other guys as she saw fit.

Admittedly, it was a lot of fun; Sooyoung wasn’t the shy type at all, oftentimes showing more enthusiasm than any of the guys that were lucky enough to touch her. There was this underlying sentiment of forbiddenness that came with hooking up with Sooyoung, driven specifically by the fact that she was in a public relationship with another star. Neither she nor her members had mentioned it, and naturally neither you nor the other guys ever asked. Was he aware of what his girlfriend did on a semi-regular basis? Did he know where she was today, or did he think she was just at some schedule somewhere, acting or practicing or doing an advertisement? When in reality she was in a clandestine hotel room, pleasuring five guys at once, letting them grope and fondle and kiss her to their heart's content? Did he know that she’d already cum twice this evening, crying out while riding two separate strangers’ faces, her moans muffled by mouths and cocks?

In any case, Crush was kind enough to share his beautiful, model-esque girlfriend whether he was aware of it or not, and for that you’d always be appreciative of him. Maybe you’d even buy one of his albums as a thanks. 

Regardless of how talented Sooyoung was, however, it felt as though everyone was waiting, holding back, their attention lying elsewhere. Distracted by another prospect, a more devilishly tantalizing treat that waited, observing from the sidelines. That wasn’t to say that Sooyoung was inferior by any means. No, of course not; though she’d never actually faced a full room of guys on her own - at least one member had always been with her, either Yeri or Seulgi, though more often the former - Sooyoung could have done so easily. That was evidenced clearly tonight. But you and the others had already had multiple tastes of her, already knew what to expect.

Joohyun, on the other hand, was fresh meat. She was a wildcard. The first time she’d joined you all in this room, she’d been goaded into doing so by Yeri. Joohyun hadn’t had much input into her own preferences, instead only stating the things she didn’t like specifically. It was more of a test run than an actual opportunity for her to relieve herself. Tonight was different, both in physical and mental atmosphere. For one, Yeri wasn’t around. The naughty maknae was the main curator of these meetups, and it was rare that you’d participate in a session without her present. You’d only done so on two very lovely occasions, separate instances with separate girls, Kang Seulgi and Son Seungwan.

As you step away from Sooyoung and join the semi-circle of guys masturbating around her, you recall that meeting with Seungwan. She’d been reserved and nervous. She’d carried the same adorable air as Seulgi, but with a selfless twist that had made for one of the best sexual experiences you’d ever had. Seungwan’s dirty talk had been encouraging and warm, with such intimacy that you and the other guys had decided not to fuck her at the same time. You’d each taken your turn, choosing the simple yet intimate missionary position, giving yourselves the opportunity to indulge in her tender kisses and whispered words of encouragement. Seungwan’s kindness extended so far as to ensure that everyone had cum by the end of it. All three of you had bred her until you’d finished, engaging in an unspoken competition to see how long you’d last before filling her with semen. This of course resulted in a shaking, red-faced Seungwan, leaking three large loads from her tight pussy. In such a messy state you and the guys would normally have just taken her right to the shower, but she hadn’t cum yet, and she’d been so sweet that you decided to make an exception. Working together, all three of you had started by fingering her, using your combined loads as lube before taking turns eating her out and sucking her nipples. Seungwan was rewarded with three separate orgasms, each more powerful than the last, followed by all three of you carrying her to the shower in order to clean her up.

Seulgi - while still maintaining that same sweetheart demeanor that was capable of making your hearts melt - brought a different sort of energy to bed. She went out of her way to ensure that the four of you who’d been fucking her had a great time, but in a very different manner. Seulgi made it ostensibly clear that she was to be your personal fucktoy, that you could all have your way with her in any manner possible. Simply put, she wanted to be used . From deepthroating multiple cocks in a row to spitroasting anal to double vaginal penetration, Seulgi’s only response was to beg for more. She went from an innocent, chubby-cheeked idol to a panting, drooling cockslut within the span of an hour. She ended the gangbang with her red-cheeked ass glazed in cum, her mascara pouring down in her face, and her orange hair a frizzy mess around her head. A stark contrast to your experience with Seungwan, yet just as satisfying, concluding in much the same manner: with a warm shower, lots of cuddles, and a massage for the woman involved.

A shifting movement to your right breaks you out of your reverie, and you turn to see Joohyun slowly making her way over the bed. Her empty wine glass sits abandoned on the nightstand behind her as she crawls toward Sooyoung. The younger member is currently laying up against the bedhead, being eaten out by the chubby guy while having her nipples sucked by two others. It takes a moment for everyone to notice that Joohyun has come over, but when they do, there’s a collective pause, a break in the action that’s accompanied by expectant silence. 

“I think unnie’s finally ready to join us,” Sooyoung says, shifting so that she’s facing her leader. “Are you drunk enough yet?”

Joohyun scowls and crosses her arms over her chest. “No. I only drank to loosen up a little. I was so tense last time that it made me sore.”

Sooyoung gave a chuckle, breaking out from the various hands that still sought to grope at her.

“ Sure, unnie,” Sooyoung said, stroking her leader’s hair, swiftly tying it into a neat bun, likely in preparation for what was to come. “ That’s why you were so sore.”

A huff from the icy leader is all that comes as a response, though despite her displeasure she waits patiently for Sooyoung to finish.

“According to Joohyun, I’ll be sitting this one out for the most part,” Joy says with an exaggerated pout, her wide, sparkling eyes exuding a sense of sadness that makes you want to kiss her. “But I’ll definitely still be enjoying the show.”

With that, Sooyoung moves off to the side, pulling open the drawer of the nightstand to reveal a large pink vibrator. Strutting away with toy in hand, she displays a picturesque model-walk, flashing her thick cheeks and well-sculpted back. She settles into a nearby seat, crossing her legs over one another and leaning back to watch the show.

“Your mommy is over here,” Irene commands, drawing all eyes in the room to her. “And don’t forget that.”

Joohyun waits impatiently on the bed, her posture practically demanding that you all pleasure her simultaneously. No longer was this a situation where you and the guys could control Joohyun; she was there to use you , and trying to deny that simply wouldn’t work. She’d gone from hesitant and reserved to wild and dominating in a heartbeat, looming over each of you with a demanding presence. At that moment she wanted all hands, all mouths, all eyes on her, and you’d be fools not to obey.

And so, in tandem with the four other guys with you, you begin tearing Joohyun’s clothes off. You make a beeline for the flimsy twine that holds her sweater together, popping it open to reveal the thin white undershirt she wears beneath. From behind, another guy helps her slip the sweater off, and you follow by yanking her undershirt over her head. Despite Joohyun’s previous apprehension, she flows with your eager hands without complaint, staying true to her word. Perhaps she wasn’t ready to be used as harshly as Seulgi, but it was apparent that Irene was willing to give up at least some of her control. Her tantalizingly full breasts come into view then, yet only for a few fleeting moments before they’re captured by overeager hands.

Irene lets out deep, throaty moans as both of her nipples are stimulated by tongues and teeth. Those don’t last long, however, as her mouth is soon stifled by two pairs of lips, turning those echoing sounds of rapture into barely held hums that threaten to burst from within her.

While the other guys are distracted by Joohyun’s tits, you and the chubby guy work together to remove her skirt. It’s a feat that normally would only require one pair of hands, but because of her constant squirming, you find yourselves struggling to undress her. Eventually, you end up pinning her ankles down as your companion does the undressing. You’re simultaneously delighted and relieved to find that Irene isn’t wearing underwear, presenting everyone in the room with her bare, shaven pussy.

Immediately, you and the chubby guy take it upon yourselves to prepare each of her holes. You work in tandem to spread Joohyun’s legs wide, each fingering her in turn, occasionally taking the opportunity to bend over and tongue her slick pussy and tight anus. You’re rewarded for your diligent mouth-work with strokes of the back of your head, courtesy of Joohyun’s writhing fingers.

“Damn, unnie,” Sooyoung comments, as if to remind everyone of her presence. “You really know what you want, huh?”

Sooyoung doesn’t seem to mind the manufactured lack of attention at all; rather than sitting around forlornly, she sits up against the opposite wall, legs spread wide, making slow circles on her clit with the head of her vibrator.

The moment you consider joining Sooyoung, though, Irene speaks up.

“I’m tired of you guys playing around,” she says, kicking at both you and the chubby guy, forcing you out of the way. “I need to be fucked. Who’s first?”

Naturally, there’s an immediate cacophony throughout the room as every single guy volunteers. Though Sooyoung laughs in response, Irene is quick to put an end to the arguing with a severe, teacher-like shushing.

Joohyun wears a wicked grin as she looks around at the five men on the bed with her, a queen staring at her subjects, a goddess from heaven come to grace you with her raw sexual energy. Leaning back on the sheets, observing you all in turn, sizing you up hungrily.

“You,” she finally announces, pointing a finger toward the darker-skinned man to the left of her. “I didn’t get to fuck you last time. You can go first. And I want to suck some cock while he fucks me from behind. Whoever can’t fit in front of me can do whatever they want. But no touching Joy. I want you to focus on me.”

Nearly balked by the commanding aura that Joohyun exudes, you still manage to do as she says, scrambling to get into position. The leader gets on all fours on the bed, presenting her shapely ass; several of you are quick to deliver a few loud, brisk smacks to it, causing her to yelp in surprise and satisfaction. Another man reaches in and briefly picks up where you left off, pushing his index finger into her asshole while the darker guy begins sliding his cock into her pussy.

In the brief time spent watching this go down, you realize you’ve lost the opportunity to be one of the lucky guys receiving head from Joohyun. In fact, she’s already started satiating her appetite, sticking her tongue out as far as it can go, allowing the guys to rub the heads of their cocks against it.

Feeling somewhat dejected, you take the side opposite to that of the guy fingering Joohyhun’s asshole, choosing instead to reach beneath her and play with her tits. Though her nipples are exquisitely hard and the flesh of her breasts is wonderfully supple, it soon becomes difficult to continue touching her as the darker man begins fucking her from behind. The speed of his thrusts are fast right off the bat, rocking the entire bed as well as Joohyun’s entire body. Rather than straining yourself to touch her at such an awkward angle, you instead decide to do the guys in front of her a favor, grabbing the back of her neck and holding her head in place. Though Irene lets out a grunt of what might be annoyance, the sound very quickly melts into a muffled moan as her mouth is stuffed with cock.

Within a few seconds, the chubby guy fingering her asshole gives up on that endeavor, instead choosing to take over groping her tits. He seems to have much more patience for that than you, leaning right over Joohyun’s back in order to access both of her breasts at once, grinning like a madman as she squirms and convulses from overstimulation.

Despite how fun it is to shove Irene’s head back and forth between three different cocks - particularly when she instructs you to pull her hair and choke her - you find your own erection is woefully neglected. Thankfully, the one thing you’ve learned during these group sex sessions is that specific positions rarely last very long. Since Irene’s in charge, it’s mostly up to her when those switches occur, but once she’s fed up of having her face fucked and her hair pulled, she makes it abundantly clear with curse-laden chastisizations and jerking, resisting movements.

Without much direction, Irene flips over onto her back, shooing away the darker guy. Both you and the chubby dude want to take her next, and end up nearly crashing into each other in your eagerness to get between Joohyun’s legs. This earns a genuine laugh from Joy, and though you’re a bit embarrassed as a result, Irene’s surprisingly kind about the awkward situation.

“Don’t worry, boys, there’s plenty of me to go around,” she says with a warm smile, jerking the cocks of the men to the left and right of her as two others move in to suck on her nipples. “I do have two holes down there, after all.”

A thrill of excitement runs through you as you recall Joohyun’s expert double-penetration skills from last time. To your surprise, however, Irene doesn’t lay back or lift herself in preparation for one of you to get under her. Instead, she stands, placing a hand on both your hip and that of the lucky guy across from you.

“I want you two to pick me up while you do it,” Joohyun says, facing you specifically. “You’re both big, strong men. You can manage.”

Nervous as you are about the prospect of that, it’s impossible to disagree with the vixen in front of you. 

“You can go ahead and give Joy some attention, if you want,” Irene says with a dismissive wave at the three men waiting on the bed. “Or you can stay here and watch.”

Two of the others - the dark one and the taller one - head over to Joy, who welcomes them with open arms, wet lips, and eager hands. Though you’re sure that’s going to be a spectacle, there isn’t much time for you to observe as Joohyun extends her arms to you, coming in close to greet you with a kiss. You cup her face in your hands, stroking her jaw, then ghosting lower to fondle her breasts. From behind her, the chubby guy massages her ass, kissing along the curve of her neck and the hollow of her shoulder as you continue downward. Scooping your hands beneath her thighs, you brace your legs before squatting down and lifting Irene right off the ground. The older woman lets out a flustered “Oh!”, clinging hard to you as if afraid you’ll drop her. Luckily she’s relatively light, and with some help from your partner at her rear, it’s extremely easy to keep her in your arms.

The situation is made even smoother as the lanky guy joins, assisting to keep Irene up as you and the man to her rear attempt to penetrate her. Her pussy is as tight as ever, but with her legs raised and locked around you, it’s no problem for you to slip your cock inside.

“Oh fuck ,” Irene growls directly into your ear. “Stick it in deeper. Come on. Give mommy that nice, hard cock.”

Her salacious words cause you to shiver, a rush of hotness blooming from your stomach and into your groin. You deny that sensation though, squeezing your kegel muscles to cut off the impending orgasm. It’s a bit of a disappointment to think that even though the fun’s only just begun, you’re already near your limit. That fact doesn’t come as too much of a shocker though; Irene’s attitude and appearance are probably enough to make better men than you cum in seconds.

Regardless, you manage to hold yourself back, invading her taut, warm walls with efficiency, allowing gravity to assist with the last few inches until Irene’s firmly planted on your cock. That allows the guy behind her to start working his way in as well, and you feel the pressure of his cock as it pushes into Irene’s asshole.

“Oh shit,” she hisses, nails digging into your shoulders. “Oh yeah, shove it in me.”

With a withering gasp, your partner does exactly that, the passage of his cock made easier by the fact that Irene’s ass has already been prepared by multiple fingers and mouths.

“What’re you waiting for?” Irene asks daringly, her voice quaking, her walls gripping your cock even harder, threatening to push it out from the sheer force. “Stretch me out .”

Driven once more by that similarly rising heat, you do exactly as she desires. In tandem with the man behind her, you alternate filling each of her holes. Carefully timing your thrusts so as not to force each other out of her, starting slow but getting into the rhythm very quickly. Joohyun’s moans are ear-splitting and satisfying right off the bat, fading onlywhen they’re muffled by a kiss from either you or the dude fucking her ass.

It’s about midway through that you notice the two guys who’d gone to join Sooyoung had returned. They stand behind you, stroking their saliva-wet cocks, likely awaiting their respective turns. Rather than waiting until you’re ready to finish, however, you instead wait until Irene’s walls are clenching around your cock, until she’s practically screaming as the guy behind her plunges in and out of her ass. You slow your own thrusts, mostly just keeping your cock buried in her pussy, shifting your pelvis back slightly in order to let the lanky guy beside you reach over and play with her clit. That extra bit of stimulation sends her right over the edge, and it’s with quivering, echoing finality that Irene is thrown into her first orgasm of the evening.

You hold off until her excitement is beginning to wind down, to the point that her spasms have calmed somewhat before pulling out of her. Though you would very much like to keep going until you’ve cum inside of her, you know that the other guys would probably want a round or two before getting sloppy seconds.

The chubby guy pulls out as well, accepting that it’s time to give others their turn with Joohyun. Utilizing all five pairs of hands, you support Irene’s semi-limp form as the next two guys - the lanky guy and the guy who’s intent on keeping his glasses on regardless of the situation - take your place.

“Again?” Irene says weakly, still panting as both of her holes are invaded by a pair of new cocks. “Fuck, you boys are making mommy so very happy.”

Irene referring to herself in such a way seems to awaken something not only in you but the other men as well, and as a result, you all become determined to absolutely rock her world. What follows is a constant carousel of cocks for her to ride, starting with every man fucking both of her holes at least once. Chasing the tails of her previous orgasm, Irene’s moans are seemingly never ending, throwing her into a perpetual state of jaw-trembling, eye-rolling ecstasy. Even Sooyoung, who’s more than familiar with these hotelroom orgies, seems pretty surprised by just how much her leader can take. So much so, in fact, that Joy manages to cum with the help of both her vibrator and the filthy imagery portrayed before her. She isn’t phased or bothered at all by the prospect that her unnie is getting more attention than she is, and seems mostly just happy to be present for it.

Once it’s clear that Joohyun’s nearing her limit, you lay her down onto the bed, spreading her legs to give her some slow, gentle thrusts into her pussy. Rather than pounding her as hard as you can, you treat her in a similar manner to the way you fuck Seungwan. Bending over to kiss her forehead, to run fingers over the perfect features of her face. The other guys join in as well, their ravenousness becoming tender as they hold her hands, massage her shoulders, and stroke her hair.

“You’re treating me so well…” Irene mumbles through exhausted lips, her half-lidded gaze smokey with confusion. “You boys can finish wherever you want. No matter where it is, I want all of your cum. Just like last time.”

Just as you’re wondering whether you should erupt into the greedy leader’s pussy, ass, or tits, the dark guy scrambles to her head, jerking his cock in a terminally brisk rhythm. A smile crosses the leader’s lips as she shuts her eyes, anticipating what’s to come. Despite her preparation, she still flinches as a spurt of semen strikes her face, landing directly on her lips, streaking up to the side of her cheek. You find your thrusts involuntarily increasing in speed as the dark guy empties his load onto Irene’s lips and chin, then shoves the head of his cock into her mouth. Joohyun sucks him dry without complaint, spitting out a few drops of cum as he moves aside.

There isn’t much time for Irene to collect herself afterward, as the lanky guy approaches directly after, choosing to cum on her forehead rather than her mouth. His load is thicker and whiter, dribbling out and running slowly down her face. Irene sucks him dry, too, though she’s beginning to have a little more difficulty as the increased intensity of your thrusting distracts her.

 Next is the chubby guy, who goes right for Irene’s filthy, parted lips, cumming directly inside. With her eyes shut and her body tense, she clearly hadn’t been expecting to have her mouth filled with cum, and reflexively spits it all onto herself, slathering her chin and neck. You’re sure that she’s going to complain, to yell at him for nearly gagging her with cum, but she doesn’t. Instead a wide grin crosses her ruined face, and she wordlessly ticks out her tongue, demanding more.

At this point you’re thrusting your fastest, practically ready to burst, but you decide to wait until the final guy - the one with the glasses - finishes his business. To your relief he does so shortly after, spattering her nose and cheeks with a thin but large volume of semen, adding to the already thick glaze she’s covered in.

Once he’s out of the way, that leaves you with free reign to pound Irene as hard as you can, gripping to her hips, staring intently at her glistening face, neck, and torso. It’s an absolute marvel that she manages to look so beautiful, so unwaveringly breathtaking. Lying there naked, sweat coating her limbs, her spread legs displaying her gaping asshole and nectar-soaked pussy. The bun that Sooyoung had woven for her had long been undone, leaving Irene’s hair splayed all around and about her, droplets of semen staining its fringes. She’s the very definition of a sex goddess, a deity that you’re graced with the privilege of worshipping.

That reverence maintains itself through each of your actions as you pull out, hurry to the head of the bed, and finish directly onto her face. You don’t really aim at a specific spot, instead rubbing your cock everywhere you possibly can, jerking your load out to join the sticky tableau that her skin’s become. Of course you end it by allowing her to suck you clean, pressing to the back of her head as she replaces cum with saliva, even going so far as to briefly deepthroat you before casually pushing at your thigh, indicating she’d finished with you.

Panting and exhausted, you back away to join the other men. Most are getting drinks of water, and the glasses guys’ absence indicates that he’s probably in the bathroom, so you lean up against the TV stand and take a breather. The next step is to help Irene get cleaned up, but usually there was a period of pause in which everyone stopped to collect themselves when the fun was over. That included not only the guys but any girls involved; in this case, however, it doesn’t seem that Park Sooyoung has quite finished yet.

As Irene sits up, Sooyoung saunters up to the bed and - without pretense or warning - kisses her leader fiercely. You and the other guys watch eagerly as the two women share a tongue-filled, semen-laden kiss, leaving the younger’s lips and chin smeared as if she’d taken a load to the face as well.

“We really made you into a slut, huh unnie?” Sooyoung says jokingly, pinching her cum-slathered leaders’ cheek.

In spite of yourself, you let out a deep, tired chuckle as Irene begins to berate her poor groupmate.

Massage Therapy (featuring Minju, Hyewon, and Yujin of IZ*ONE)

“Babe!” Minju’s voice comes from the living room, and you look up from the stove, breaking your concentration from the food you’re making. Not that cooking ramen really takes all that much attention. “Come here.”

You stir the boiling pot of water a few times to make sure nothing sticks while you’re gone, then march your way into the living room. There, you find your girlfriend and her two best friends - Yujin and Hyewon - sitting on the floor. The television is on, but none of them seem to be paying attention to it. Instead they’re sitting in a circle with their legs outstretched, socks discarded to the side of them.

“I have a very important request.” Minju says, urgently beckoning you over.

Slightly confused but mostly curious, you head over to find that all of their feet are inches apart. Your heart skips a beat as you see all of them laid about before you, toes curling and uncurling, ankles flexing and unflexing. You’re familiar with Minju’s at this point; you know her soles are softer than silk, with regal arches and spotless skin. The other two are new to you, however, and you can’t help but stare at them. Yujin’s are cute but powerful, with a sort of marked feminine energy that excites you to your core. Hyewon’s are significantly flatter than the others’, with a steeper curve on the inside and more prominent ankle bones.

The two other girls are giggling ceaselessly as Minju grins at you, the expression on her face somewhere between salacious and sly. It’s an expression that you’re used to seeing from her, usually just before a several-hour long session of hot, sweaty sex. So, the main question you have is, why is she wearing it right now, when both of her best friends are around?

“Uh, sure,” you say, stealing repeated glimpses of the three enticing pairs of feet before you. “What is it?”

Minju bats her eyelashes, staring up into your eyes as she bites down on her lower lip.

“I need you to rub my feet for me.” she says demurely. “They’re so sore after practice.”

It’s such a random question that initially you aren’t sure how to respond to it, pausing for a full second, staring at her dumbly.

Minju, perhaps taking your shock for hesitancy, lifts her feet and wiggles her toes at you. The pink nail polish she wears is one of your favorites; it gives her feet a pretty, bubbly aura that makes your cock stiffen immediately. You pray that the other girls can’t see its outline through your sweatpants.

“Please? I was telling Yujin and Hyewon about how good you are at giving massages. You know they’re the only things that make my feet feel better after exercise.”

You swallow as you hook a thumb over your shoulder. “I’ve gotta finish cooking, remember? The ramen’s still on the stove, and-”

Before you can even come close to finishing your sentence, Yujin’s already leapt to her feet, the ends of her short brown hair bobbing as she does so.

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry!” she says, and for some reason both Minju and Hyewon giggle at that. Yujin brushes past you as she walks toward the kitchen, stopping to tap the tip of her big toe against your heel. “Just take your time with the massage, okay? I want to see, too.”

Devoid of an excuse - or a reason to explain your girlfriend’s admittedly hot behavior - you sigh and drop to the floor. Hyewon gives you a spirited applause as Minju stretches her feet into your lap. Directly atop your erect cock, shifting it in a way that makes you clench the muscles in your pelvis.

You make eye contact with her, giving her the most overtly questioning look you can, but all she does in return is blow you a kiss and lean back on her hands.

“Thanks, babe,” she says before turning to Hyewon. “Just wait for him to get started. You’ll see exactly what I was talking about.”

Nervously, and with trembling, sweat-coated hands, you begin massaging your girlfriend’s feet. As always, they’re soft and smooth beneath your hands. You start by pressing to the spots just beneath each of her toes, making sure to massage those tiny muscles there, to loosen up her tight tendons. Though you’re engrossed by your girlfriend’s lovely feet in your hands, you can practically feel Hyewon’s gaze glued to you. At first it’s awkward, but as the seconds progress it becomes more and more exciting. Hyewon leans in close, smiling dreamily as if she’s watching an act that’s profoundly interesting and arousing. As you press down on a particularly tense spot, Minju lets out a little moan, shifting her soles so that they press against the hidden head of your cock, making you shiver and pause for a moment.

“God, you’re so good at that,” Hyewon says, her voice saturated with envy. “Must feel really nice…”

Minju brushes a few locks of hair from her face and lifts her right foot up so that it’s 

“That’s nothing. You should see what he does with his tongue.”

That makes you freeze, this time not only from surprise but from apprehension. Was Minju being serious? Did she really want you to lick her feet in front of Hyewon? It was an act that you and your girlfriend had engaged in on countless occasions, but never with anyone else around. Always behind the locked doors of your bedroom. Hell, you’d never even discussed bringing anyone else around for your private sessions, much less a display as public as this.

“You’re not fucking with me, right?” you ask, looking at both Hyewon and Minju in turn. The former looks absolutely obsessed with what’s going on in front of her, while your girlfriend’s eyes are filled with pure, plain lust.

“Of course not,” she says, bobbing her foot up and down in front of her face. The aroma of strawberry meets your nose, and your mouth is practically watering as you regard her adorable toes. “Now come on. My leg’s getting tired.”

Hyewon swoops in then, grabbing your girlfriend’s leg by the calf and supporting it for you. The black-haired girl smiles brightly at you, making your heart thud even harder in your chest, a feat you didn’t think possible.

“Just do what you normally do,” Hyewon says. “Just pretend I’m not here.” 

You want to mention that that’s impossible, as she’s mere inches from your face, but you don’t want to ruin the moment. You aren’t sure exactly where Minju wants to go with this, but you’re more than willing to tag along for the ride.

So you shut your eyes and do exactly what you’d do in the bedroom. You pretend that the lights are low, that you’re laying with your girlfriend’s feet in front of you, that the candles are lit and you’re all alone. You run your tongue along the top of her big toe first, then down into the tiny space beside it and her second toe. Her feet are flavored just like they always are, as exquisite and palatable as the first day you’d ever tasted them. There’s a hint of her salty sweat beneath the strawberry lotion she’s put on. You take a moment to suck on a few of her toes, continuing your massage of her soles at the same time, smiling as you listen to Minju’s soft, satisfied hums.

“Lick the bottoms, too.” Yujin says from behind you, signalling that she’s returned from her cooking. You’re unsure of where she is, but based on the proximity of her voice, she’s right over your shoulder.

You do as she says, sticking your entire tongue out and licking Minju’s foot from sole to toe. Making gradual paths up and down, thoroughly covering her right foot in your spit, nibbling on her cute smallest toe before switching over to her left. You repeat the same tongue work there, sprinkling a few chaste kisses in for good measure.

“That looks so amazing,” Hyewon’s given up even attempting to hide her jealousy. “Can you do ours, too?”

As absurd as the question is, you’d been hoping that she’d ask something like that. You’d only ever had the pleasure of indulging in Minju’s feet. While they were more than enough for you, the idea of licking another woman’s toes while your girlfriend watches is simply too amazing to pass up. You open your eyes and look up at Minju, trying not to seem as apprehensive as you actually are.

Minju doesn’t meet your eye at first. Instead she regards her two friends - Yujin standing above, Hyewon still obediently holding her leg in place - before her lips spread into a wide smile.

“Sharing is caring, after all,” she says with a shrug, pulling her foot away. “But we can’t just let my boyfriend suffer all the way through with blue balls. Everyone, lay down.”

Flabbergasted but intensely aroused, you stand a move out of the way as Minju, Yujin, and Hyewon all lay down in front of you, facing the opposite wall. Presenting their bare soles to you in a line, in an organized fashion that almost makes you believe they must have planned this all out. But you’re too lost in the heated passion, in the throb of your cock and the pounding of your pulse and the platter of wonderful, beautiful feet in front of you.

Minju, who’s situated in the center, turns her head to look at you. “Do whatever you want back there, as long as you lick and play with and massage all of our feet. Is that okay with you guys?”

“Of course,” Hyewon says, laying her head on a throw pillow, allowing herself to get comfortable. “I’ve never had anyone suck on my toes before. I’m so excited!”

“Oh, and no peeking,” Minju adds as a warning. “The only one who can see my boyfriend’s cock is me .”

You want to comment on how weird of a stipulation that is, but you find it really hard to care. Eagerly, you pull your pants and underwear off, dropping to your knees so that you’re level with all three girls’ raised feet. Instead of attending to your stiff, swollen cock, you instead begin rubbing Hyewon and Yujin’s feet. Of course, you’d feel horrible leaving Minju out of it, so you grace her with your tongue, licking up and down the arches of each, sucking on her toes in sequence, making sure you get a taste of every inch of her flesh.

As you go about your work, the girls begin to casually chat amongst themselves. Talking as if you aren’t there, barely showing a sign that they notice your presence aside from the occasional moan or hum of pleasure. They do offer you frequent compliments on your technique, though, especially when you start to dig into their feet with your thumbs, or when you thoroughly lick the spaces between their toes.

Next you turn to Hyewon’s feet, shifting all your attention to their slim forms, using your palms to learn their exact shape and feel. They’re strong, almost intimidating in their utter solidity. You treat them as such, allowing Hyewon to thrust them into your mouth, to suck each toe as they writhe and curl and torture your tongue. You can tell she’s having a blast doing it; unlike the others she can’t seem to hold back her noises of pleasure, as well as her constant praise for both your massage skills and the softness of your tongue.

At this point your cock is too hard not to be touched; it’s almost painful, so you decide to relieve a bit of the pressure by rubbing its tip on Yujin’s soles. The sensation immediately makes you cry out; Minju turns around and laughs as Yujin lets out a tiny gasp of surprise. However, just as promised, she doesn’t look back as you jerk yourself onto her velvetine skin, massaging and kissing her feet intermittently so as not to seem selfish.

“Do you want to cum on our feet, babe?” Minju asks, glancing back at you, watching the way you’re rubbing your cock against Yujin’s spread toes. “You can if you want.”

Hyewon and Yujin give brisk nods of agreement, their enthusiasm almost making you erupt right then and there.

“I hear it’s good for your skin.” Yujin says casually, and just like that the conversation lapses back into topics of skincare, makeup, and general beauty tips.

Not that any of the girls need advice on those things; they’re all absolutely perfect, from their pretty faces to their flawless feet. Feet that you now have free reign to masturbate to completion onto. You slow your strokes, trying to decide whose feet you want to cum on the most. Hyewon’s were your favorite so far, her feet carrying a dainty air that makes you want to absolutely drench them in cum. But Yujin’s are great as well, and you know that she’ll react quite explosively to a thick load on her bare soles. Or maybe Minju’s, as a thanks for being such a great girlfriend, for letting you play out your favorite sexual act with her friends?

With the clock ticking, your brain is wracked with indecision until you think of the easiest solution. Jerking yourself rapidly, you position your cock just above Minju’s, allowing the final push of your orgasm to escape your clenched pelvis. As you cum, you actively fight against the instinct to freeze up. Grunting and straining from effort, you only allow the first, largest part of your load to release, spraying directly onto her toes, coating them in cum. You then aim your cock on Hyewon’s next, letting the second spurts of your load to spray onto her toes as well. Predictably, she squeals in delight, so loudly that Minju claps a hand over her mouth. Yujin is last, and she gets the remainder of your cum, which you rub all over the pad of her left foot. You jerk the final dregs of your load onto each girl’s feet in turn, trying to evenly distribute it before sitting back and taking a good look at your work. At the combined elegance of Minju, Yujin, and Hyewon’s feet, all dripping in your cum and saliva.

“Good boy,” Minju says, releasing Hyewon’s mouth and allowing the black-haired girl to breathe again. “Now go get something to clean us up.”

Still panting, you head back toward the kitchen, seeking out some wet wipes to clean up the mess you’ve made, hoping that this heavenly endeavor will become a trend between your beloved Minju and her best friends.

Ruined (featuring Momo of TWICE)

Kidnapping the heiress to a billion-dollar Korean company was probably the simplest, most straightforward job you’d ever been given. Not that it was really all that easy per say. You’re working with a guy that you’ve never met before, and the finer details of the plan are very important. Truthfully you’d like to have done this job solo, but your employer insists that it be the two of you, which you agree to without much argument. Like most businesses, money talks in the underground industry.

The target’s name is Hirai Momo. She’s originally from Japan, but her father owns a large corporation that spans most of the eastern hemisphere, so she lives in Seoul. There’s a small security detail around her when she’s in public, but they’re easy enough to take out with a few well-placed, silenced shots. The guy you’re working with - who introduces himself as “Agent”, which is hands down the dumbest pseudonym you’ve ever heard - calls himself an expert marksman. Thankfully, you rapidly discover that he isn’t just talking himself up. Due to those well-placed, timely shots, you’re able to grab the heiress from behind, gag her, and inject her with a jab of ketamine. The fear in her eyes fades fast as the drug takes hold, and you’re left with a sedated, transportable,  fifty kilo package. All wrapped up in a fancy black dress and high heels that probably cost more than your car.

Of course you and Agent drive to the safehouse separately, arriving within minutes of one another. After exchanging the required passwords and documentation, you head inside, where your employer has set up a temporary housing unit underground. You’d be staying here for the next night before handing off the package just after dawn. After exchanging the heiress for cash, you’d hop on the next flight back to the UK, where you could lay low for a while. That would leave you with enough profit to set you up for at least six months. A full year, maybe, if you decided to live frugally.

There’s no elevator in this safehouse, though, so your ski mask starts to get a bit stifling as you lug Momo’s limp form over your shoulder. It’s a shame that your employer hadn’t thought of installing an elevator in here. But for the pay you’re getting and the straightforward nature of this job, you can’t complain. Plus, Agent turns out to be quite the team player, and offers to take turns carrying Momo with you.

The downstairs section is pretty nice, all things considered. It’s almost like a miniature apartment, with a kitchen, a small living room area, and a pretty solid bathroom. No means of outside communication aside from a two-way speaker outfitted into the various camera displays from outside, but that was a given. You’d just have to occupy your time by chatting with Agent, who seems like a pretty nice guy. Aside from the fact that he’d just murdered five men in cold blood, that is.

Agent lays Momo down on a couch, where she continues to snooze away, though you know the ketamine’s due to wear off soon. Your partner isn’t aware of that, apparently, as he immediately starts untying her ankles.

“You know she’s gonna be up in a few minutes, right?” you say, lighting a cigarette as you watch Agent pulling Momo’s heels off.

“Yeah, I know,” Agent says gruffly, tossing the multiple-thousand dollar shoes across the room as if they were trash. “So I’m getting mine while I can.”

At first you wonder if he’s going to try stealing her stuff, but then you see him reaching up the lean length of her legs, hand greedily groping beneath the hem of her dress, and you understand what his goal is.

Being in the business as long as you have, it’s not the first time an opportunity like this has presented itself to you. It’s something you’ve never really had the desire to indulge in, but you have to admit that Momo is probably the most palatable target you’ve ever snagged before. Unlike most other rich heiresses, she’s unbelievably fit. Her thighs flash with muscle and her arms are practically works of art. Her tits are barely contained by the thin fabric of her dress, hard nipples peeking through from the chill of the room. Hell, the sensation of her ass against you when you gave her the ketamine shot had been pretty hot, so it’s safe to assume she’s packing back there, too. 

Agent takes a second to sniff her white panties before setting them aside. He swiftly swaps out her hand ties for cuffs, and trades her cloth gag for a red ball one, which just adds yet another layer of arousal to your already worryingly raging hormones. Then Agent takes out a pocket knife, and before you can ask him what the fuck he’s doing, he’s slicing Momo’s dress wide open.

The cloth gives easily, springing to the side, revealing what you didn’t know you’d been waiting to see: Hirai Momo’s naked body. She’s downright stunning, with six-pack abs that barely fade at all despite her deep, slow breaths. Her tits are even more massive than you expect, perky with wide, peach-colored areolas. There’s a mole on her left chest that somehow manages to make her more difficult to resist. The pink space between her legs is covered by a mat of messy pubic hair, another imperfection that adds to her cumulative beauty.

“You getting in on this?” he asks, glancing up at you as he kneads handfuls of her tits, those puffy nipples practically begging for a set of teeth to bite them. “We can take turns holding her legs down.”

You’re about to answer when Momo’s eyes flutter open. The bleary confusion launches into full on panic as she thrashes, kicking and letting out muffled screams against her gag. Agent, ever the astute monster, moves to the side to avoid being struck by her wildly flailing legs, still somehow managing to keep both his hands on her breasts.

Deftly, you grab both of her ankles and hold her down. Yet another position you’ve found yourself in too many times before, though in vastly different contexts.

“Relax, Momo,” you say, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay still.”

For a second she doesn’t listen, and you think you’re going to need to give her a more substantial threat, but fortunately she calms down after that. Momo shifts her body so that Agent can’t grope her tits anymore, but all that does is give him access to her ass, which he slaps with a swift, open palm. She lets out a yelp against her gag, tears running down her face. You motion for Agent to back off, which he does, standing aside and watching as you walk to the head of the couch.

Pretty certain that Momo’s done freaking out for now, you use a hand to hold her chin up so that she looks directly at your masked face. The utter fear in her eyes makes your heart rate kick up, and the heated press of your cock against the inside of your pants magnifies tenfold.

“You probably have some idea what’s going on here,” you say in the calmest tone possible. “You’ve definitely seen it in the movies, right? Bad guys kidnap a rich dude’s daughter, hold her for ransom… and all that. As far as I know, as long as you cooperate, you’ll be back home in your mansion before Saturday. Safe and sound and completely whole. If you don’t cooperate, though, well…”

You nod to Agent, who brandishes his pocket knife. Momo’s eyes widen further at the sight of it, and she lets out a desperate, gagging groan.

“Yeah, exactly,” you say agreeably. “So just be good and there won’t be any major problems, alright?”

Reluctantly, Momo gives you a nod of affirmation. As if she has any other choice but to agree.

“Lucky for you, you get to stay with us until morning,” Agent says, putting away his knife and unzipping his pants. “We’ll be up for most of it, but I think it’ll be a pretty fun night.”

Momo looks to you as if for support, her eyes desperate and filled with renewed tears as she shakes her head vigorously. Though the gag prevents her from forming any coherent words, you know she’s trying to beg, to plead. You almost feel bad for her, but then you remember what billionaire monsters like herself and her family did to people like your family, and you shrug.

“Like I said, just cooperate and everything will be fine,” you say, stroking Momo’s short, silky black hair. She tries to flinch away from you, but you grab her by the back of her head and keep her in place. “Got it?”

Another moment of hesitation, then Momo slumps down, defeated. She’s practically limp as Agent whips his cock out, jerking himself off as he begins rubbing her pussy from the front. Though you can tell she’s trying not to react, her legs twitch and her breath shudders as Agent starts fingering her, rubbing the head of his cock against each of her nipples.

“Yeah, we’re gonna have a real fun night…” he mutters. “Maybe I’ll even take that gag out and see what that pretty little mouth can do.” 

Your face grows warm as you picture Momo’s lips wrapped around your partner’s cock. Caught between conflicting desires, you walk over to the kitchen area, where thankfully there’s some beer to distract you. You smoke your cigarette as you drink, trying to ignore the sounds of Momo’s muffled moans in the background. Eventually you hear the rhythmic, wet sound of skin slapping skin, and the pressure that’s been building up in your head feels like it’s about to burst.

Extinguishing your cigarette on the kitchen counter and knocking back the rest of your beer, you hurry over to the couch once again. There, Agent lays atop the captive, his bare ass visible as he fucks her slowly. Despite the obvious, furious distress on her face, Momo lets out high-pitched groans, the sweet kind that only come from pleasure. Neither of them notice you as you go to the head of the couch, only pausing when you lean close to Momo’s ear.

“If you scream, I’ll cut off your fingers,” you say coolly, cupping the side of Momo’s face. “Got it?”

Momo’s eyes fly open, and the look in them expresses a visceral sense of fear that makes you feel hot and stifled.

“What’re you doing?” Agent asks, and you look away from Momo as your partner straightens.

“Getting in on this.” you say with a grin, one that Agent returns before leaning back, supporting himself with the headrest of the couch.

Momo lets out a hiss, shutting her eyes tight as Agent shoves himself into her again. This time she whines against the ball gag, drool dripping down the side of her face, tears smearing her mascara.

“Are you fucking her in the ass?” you ask without looking up, stroking Momo’s hair as you begin to remove your pants.

Agent’s answer comes stuttered and breathless even as he decreases the speed of his thrusts.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, “God, it’s so fucking tight .”

Holding on to the glorious mental image of Momo’s ass being filled with cock, you reach up and caress her skin as you stroke yourself. Your hand finds itself cupping her tits, which are firm beneath your palms, though they yield easily to the greedy press of your fingers. Momo writhes and tries to avoid your touch as you give rough pinches to each of her nipples. She freezes, however, when you start running your cock across her face. First over her forehead, then down the bridge of her adorable nose, and finally smacking her smooth cheeks.

“If you bite me, I swear I’ll fucking shoot you right here,” you say. “Got it?”

Momo shuts her eyes again as Agent begins fucking her harder, but you take her silence as a yes. Of course you’d never actually kill her - she was way too expensive for that - but she would certainly face dire consequences if she dared tried to harm you.

You undo her ball gag, tearing it off and tossing aside, releasing Momo’s lips. Immediately, she begins to moan; not cries for help but fevered responses to taking Agents cock in her ass. They don’t last long however; soon you seize her attention with a different cock, shoving yours directly into her open mouth. She gags in shock and tries to pull away, but you grab her by the chin and the back of her head, locking her in place.

The inside of Momo’s mouth is wet, with a desperate tongue that’s warm against your shaft. You take it easy on her at first, merely moving your head in and out of her lips, letting her catch her breath a bit. You’re just trying to get off, not suffocate her. Still she lets out hums of protest as you make her suck her cock. You can’t blame her, but sympathy remains impossible. A girl like this has been pampered all her life at the expense of the people beneath her. It was time to make up for all that.

So you fuck her face, filling her throat with your shaft, shuddering as it constricts your head. It’s hard to resist gagging her, which turns out to be pretty messy; Momo clearly isn’t used to this kind of treatment. She spits and gasps, covers her pretty face in her own saliva, makeup and lipstick smeared heavily across her skin. Despite her obvious discomfort, she understands that pleasing you is the only way out of this, so you can feel her trying to do so. Holding your cock for as long as she’s able, sometimes even licking your head when you give her a break.

“Hey,” Agent says suddenly, breaking you of your concentration just as you’re about to cum. “Wanna switch?”

“Gladly.” you say, pulling out of Momo’s mouth, giving the heiress a brief reprieve from the cocks violating her as you and Agent swap positions.

Before you go you offer her one last glance, soaking in the utter disdain and hatred from Momo as she leers at you.

You get yourself between Momo’s still-quivering legs, where you find that her asshole is already gaping wide from the punishment she’d taken from Agent’s cock. As a result you turn your attention to her hairy pussy, rubbing its thick lips with your fingers, spreading them, using your thumb to swirl her clit in circles. Momo’s hips buck in response, and you can hear her moan against Agent’s cock as she tries to resist the pleasure. Up at Momo’s head, Agent isn’t really fucking her face like you had been, but instead letting her suck him off of her own accord, groping her tits and caressing her face as she does so. Witnessing that makes you harder than ever, and you part Momo’s legs further before shoving your still-wet cock inside her pussy. 

The ruined heiress shudders hard as you begin to fuck her. Her pussy is nice and tight, even more so than her mouth, to the extent that you end up accidentally slipping out of her several times. Deftly, you shove your cock right back in, thrusting hard right from the start, noting the way her walls clench whenever you go deep enough within her. Regardless of how much Momo wants to deny it, her body obviously loves being ravaged like this.

“You like this, don’t you?” you ask, cupping her right breast as Agent massages her left. “You like being fucked like a whore, huh?”

A loud plop as Momo lets Agent’s cock fall from her lips, followed by her cute voice speaking up for the first time:

“Fuck you, asshole.”

Agent laughs, grabbing her by the hair and forcing his cock back into her mouth.

“Oh shut up,” he says, looking up at you as Momo gags in protest. “You haven’t seen anything yet, slut.”

Holding yourself up using the couch, you continue thrusting into Momo, switching to a slower pace in order to really enjoy the sensation of it. She’s hands down the hottest woman you’ve ever fucked, and though your body wants to go all out, to destroy her pussy and fill it to the brim with cum, you don’t. Because you’re pretty sure you know what Agent has in mind next.

“What the fuck are you doing now?” Momo’s high-pitched, frightened voice yells just as you contemplate switching to her asshole.

You look up from Momo’s filled pussy to see that Agent has unlatched her cuffs. He has both of her wrists clutched in his hands, and nods to you as you pull out of her. Agent drags her to her feet where Momo stumbles and falls against you. You catch her from behind in an embrace that she tries to squirm out of, but Agent helps you wrestle her into stillness.

Working together, you and Agent lift Momo off the ground - to which she responds to with an indignant yell - spreading her legs, allowing your partner to stand between them. You support Momo by the back of her knees as Agent slides his cock into her pussy. Thankfully she weighs next to nothing, and it’s easy to hold her alone until Agent gets inside. 

“Oh fuck,” Momo moans, clearly caught between disgust and ecstasy. “Both of you at the same time?”

“It’s what you deserve, bitch.” you spit as Agent takes his turn holding her up.

You spread Momo’s ass from behind, taking a few tries in order to find her asshole. It’s both tighter and drier than her pussy, making it harder to keep yourself inside, but the pressure is extremely satisfying. Agent’s cock being in her other hole almost completely fills her up, leaving little room for you to maneuver.

Eventually you’re able to get inside of her, to find an angle that lets you go balls deep into her already-stuffed pelvis. Momo cries out as you do so, a cry that quickly becomes a series of moans as you and Agent begin to fuck her in tandem. Double-penetration is a tough thing to do, particularly when standing up straight, but with a girl as tiny as Hirai Momo, you have lots of leeway. It takes a minute or so for you and Agent to get into the groove of it, but once you do, the rewards are endless.

Momo’s moans fill the room, rebounding off the walls, drowning out you and Agent’s grunts. The heiress bounces up and down as you alternate your thrusts, pushing in when Agent pulls out. Vulgar curses fly from Momo’s lips as she insults you over and over, screaming that you’ll pay for this, that both you and Agent will end up in jail for the rest of your lives. If you weren’t so focused on fucking her tight ass you might have laughed at that. You’d been in the game for longer than she’d been alive. She wasn’t even close to being your most important target.

But you don’t say anything, of course, instead biting down hard on her shoulder, making her whimper as you hold her in place. You’re balls deep in her ass, and Agent drills her pussy as you use your cock as a glorified butt plug for Momo. Her threats fade into withered gasps as her entire body is rocked by the moment of Agent’s fucking.

Eventually your arms start to get sore, a point that conveniently seems to come when Agent wants to switch positions. You proposition lying on the couch, this time with him in Momo’s ass and you in her pussy. The previously feisty girl is drained, panting hard, letting you move her however you want. You lay her across your chest, working your way into her tight, hairy pussy, spreading her cheeks so that Agent can get into her ass. You give her a couple of hard slaps for good measure, causing Momo to cry out, waking her up from her dazed state.

That means she’s prepared when you and Agent start ramming her as hard as you can. There’s some kind of unspoken, hedonistic, carnal agreement between you, a contract forged by your shared, horrible desires. It’s impossible to both fuck her that hard at once, so you take turns. First he hammers her asshole until she’s practically begging for him to stop, then you’re reaming her pussy until it clenches so tightly you feel like your cock is going to fall off. You and Agent go back and forth, occasionally synchronizing your thrusts when you both need a break, when it seems like Momo is about to pass out from overstimulation. If you’re not mistaken, she even cums a few times, too. Her orgasms come in the form of intense trembling and involuntary twitches, each moan growing high-pitched as she releases them into your ear.

As cathartic as fucking a billioniare heiress silly is, you know that all good things must come to an end. The terminal ecstasy of your own orgasm - which has pretty much been building from the start, with conscious effort from you to push it down - begins to rise much quicker than you want it to.

But then you feel Agent thrusting faster, grunting hard as he slaps Momo’s ass and yanks her hair. You realize he’s about to cum as well, so you wait, keeping your cock deep inside Momo’s pussy as Agent lets out a guttural groan and pulls out. You can’t really see where he finishes, but it’s clear by his frantic strokes and deep breaths that he’s still cumming on Momo even as you begin fucking her your hardest. The heiress releases a yelp of surprise as you grip her hard, forcing her to bounce on your cock as you cum as deeply inside her pussy as possible.

It’s probably the best orgasm of your life; the dominating kind that controls you from head to toe, that makes your muscles feel weak and your cock thrum with static heat. You thrust and thrust and thrust, milking every bit of semen from your balls, intent on filling the heiress up with the biggest creampie she’s ever taken.

And - as you learn once you’ve slipped out from under her and gotten back to your feet - that turns out to be exactly true. Momo’s ass and back are covered in streaks of Agent’s cum. Your own semen leaks heavily from her pussy onto the fabric of the couch. She lays broken and defeated, her face completely flushed, her body covered in an assortment of crimson bite marks and scarlet handprints.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” Agent says gruffly, pulling his pants up and heading out of the living room area. “Watch her, will you?”

You give a wordless nod before slumping down on the end of the couch nearest to Momo’s feet. Though she’s barely conscious, she knows well enough to flinch away, but all you do is stroke the back of her calf in what you hope is a soothing gesture.

“I told you it would be fine if you cooperated,” you say, rubbing the head of your semi-erect cock on the bottom of her silky sole, squeezing out a few final droplets of cum. “You can’t say that wasn’t a good time, at the very least.”

Momo’s answering sneer - complete with gritted teeth and a fiery, spitting tone - is enough to nearly make you want to fuck her again, right then and there.

“ Fuck you. ”

Home (featuring Somi of IOI)

“Why do you always take so long to come home?” the high-pitched, whiny voice of your girlfriend meets you as you step into your apartment.

You pause to lock the door behind you as you turn, peering down the hallway and finding yourself under the scrutinous glare of Jeon Somi. Despite her obvious displeasure - her crossed arms, her brow wrinkled, her glossy lips fixed into a frown - you can’t help but smile at her. It’s impossible not to when she looks adorable as she does, standing there in her pink pajama bottoms and white tank top.

“It’s a long commute,” you say patiently, bending over to remove your shoes. Your feet are sore and your mind is sluggish with exhaustion. “You know that, Somi.”

A shadow falls upon you then, and though you know exactly what it is, you look up anyway to find your girlfriend standing over you. At 172 centimeters, she’s pretty tall for a woman, but her frustrated pout makes her look tiny, like the type of girl who just needs cuddles and attention twenty four-seven. The type of woman who would cry if deprived of your attention for too long. It was a fact you knew not only from intuition but first hand experience.

In order to avoid any waterworks, you stand and pull her into an embrace. Despite letting out an angry huff, Somi immediately cuddles into your chest, laying her head against it, allowing you to stroke her silky, flaxen hair.

“I know your commute is long,” she sighs grumpily. “But it doesn’t make it any easier when you aren’t home until late. Doesn’t make me any less lonely.”

You hug her tighter and kiss the crown of her head, inhaling the sweet aroma of her strawberry perfume. She looks up at you, wide eyes sparkling in the overhead light as you brush a few locks of hair from her forehead.

“Then we should really cherish all the time we’re together, right?” you say softly.

Somi responds by pressing against the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. The familiar press of her lips makes your muscles relax, the tiredness draining from you. You inhale deeply, reveling in her chaste kiss, in the lovely scent of her breath, in the feel of her body pressed against yours. It’s simple yet perfect, like a slice of heaven brought down from above and placed directly into your arms. A fleeting second of completion that makes every other hour of your day seem drab and insignificant. Even when it’s over, your lips tingle with electricity and your body sways into Somi’s, craving more.

“Let’s not waste any time, then,” Somi says, taking your hand and tugging on it. “Come on.”

You want to suggest that you shower first, but you know that Somi isn’t the type to wait so readily. So you merely do as she says, following obediently, undoing your tie and unbuttoning your shirt as she leads you down the hallway and into your shared bedroom.

As soon as you cross the doorway, Somi kisses you again, draping her arms around your neck as you crash onto the bed together. Your kisses deepen as each layer of your clothes are removed. Starting with your shirt, which Somi practically tears off, so hungrily and demandingly that you almost worry she’s going to rip it. You return the gesture by pulling her shirt over her head, albeit doing so in a much more careful manner. By instinct your hands settle on her bare chest as she kisses you again; even with your fingers stretched to their max, each breast barely fits in your palm. Her nipples are stiff and hard, and she lets out a mewling moan as you dip your head down to kiss her neck.

“You owe me, oppa,” she murmurs, running her fingernails over your upper back. Gently tracing your skin, sending goosebumps out from each point of contact. “I can’t be deprived of you for so long. You have to make me feel better.”

You straighten, continue to massage her breasts as she spreads her legs and allows you to slide between them. Taking the hint, she drops her hands from your upper back and easily locates your zipper, pulling it down just as you hooking your thumbs into the waistband of her pajama pants.

Predictably and wonderfully, Somi has chosen to wear absolutely no underwear today. As always, her thighs are smooth, velvety and firm beneath your hands. She shifts her focus to your lower half as well, frantically yanking at your boxers. It’s impossible for her to remove them while you’re sitting above her, but she tries anyway, and eventually you chuckle and do it yourself.

“Don’t laugh at me.” Somi says with a hint of annoyance in her voice. “ Especially after a full day of being deprived of you. I need my daddy.”

That single word is enough to drive your brain into a frenzy, and you respond by grabbing both of Somi’s wrists, pinning her down and pressing your naked bodies together. She lets out a yelp, one that’s soon drowned out by your lips and tongue as you cradle her, holding her close. The kisses maintain their deepness but decrease in speed as your bodies glide over one another. As Somi rubs your shoulders, squeezes your arms, traces circles on your lower back. As you feel the syrupy warmth between her thighs, along with a short mat of hair that prickles your skin. With one hand still cupping her cheek, you reach down and grab the base of your shaft, shifting your hips back so that your tip presses to the warm slit before it.

Somi inhales sharply as you rub your head up and down on her lips, covering it in her slick nectar. She twitches and locks her legs around you whenever you brush the ripe rosebud of her clit, bading you to focus on that spot in particular.

“ This is what I’m talking about oppa,” Somi stresses, breath hitching as you use your cock to play with her, to tease her. “You’re taking such good care of me. I love it. I love you .”

You smile and spread your legs further, still holding onto your shaft, angling it downward to find Somi’s center. It’s no small feat that you’re able to do this without looking, one that you’re supremely proud of. Or, rather, one that Somi should be proud of, as she’s almost always the one initiating your sexual encounters. In any case, you know just what angle to go at and just how fast to do it. The lower section of her lips part easily, as if just as eager as their owner to take you in. Her walls are familiar and tight, their ridged sides clenching around you as you fill Somi with your cock.

Straightening again, you push your girlfriend’s legs so that you have plenty of room to maneuver. With a hand holding her ankle and another laying across her breasts, you continue forward until you’re balls deep, until you’ve reached the point of maximum, blissful connection. She lays with her eyes shut, biting her lower lip, a dreamy smile on her face as your entire cock penetrates her.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she murmurs, opening her eyes and meeting your gaze. She places a hand on yours, bringing your finger up to her lips, sucking on it lavishly, hollowing her cheeks, sticking her tongue out and swirling it around your tip. “Fuck me hard , daddy.”

Driven by sheer, gut-wrenching desire, you have no choice other than to do as she says. Your thrusts start slow but strong, each ending with a briskness that causes Somi’s entire upper body to tremble, making her breasts jiggle enticingly as she lets out an indulgent cry. She continues sucking your finger as you watch your cock pulling out of her pink pussy, the sight of it making you want to go as hard as you can right off the bat. You hold back, however, enjoying the gradual increase of your momentum, the leisurely pace making the entire affair feel all the more sensual. Keeping your thrusts controlled, you’re able to enjoy Somi in a piquant, intimate manner. Removing your hand from her face, letting her lay back and enjoy your cock as you clutch the sides of her neck. Your fingers stray downard to cup her breasts, to play with each of her nipples in turn, to clamp down on them as Somi lets out a surprised cry. Each ministration drives her into a stronger frenzy, making her hips buck in time to yours.

You know she’s trying to making your thrusts faster, to goad you into fucking her harder. But you’re too strong for that; you know her tricks. That doesn’t make them easier to deny, but the reward of watching her descend into flustered, blushing madness is supremely satisfying. Especially when she’s finally had enough, when she can’t take your teasing any longer.

“Your cock feels so fucking good,” Somi groans through gritted teeth, eyes half-lidded and insistent as her nails dig into your flesh with intense, painful need. “Faster, daddy! Please!”

Unable to deny your beloved, you oblige. Bending down and wrapping your arms around her head, holding her close and thrusting into her without restraint. Her nipples are stiff against yours, her nails clawing at your back. Her moans echo directly into your ear, a stuttered chorus that’s interspliced with high-pitched demands to go faster, to go harder, to stuff her pussy with your cock. Her interior flexes rhythmically, clenching in time to your thrusts, her hips slamming into yours at the apex of each.The slap of your skin on hers fills the room, the bed frame squeaking beneath your sweaty forms. As a couple you’re completely in tune with each other’s bodies, and as an individual you’re completely aware of what your partner needs. You meter your thrusts, keeping pace with Somi’s desires yet holding back the oncoming rush of the orgasm in your gut. The muscles in your glutes and pelvis grow tired, but your body is unwilling to cease, unwilling to give up until its biological completion has been achieved.

“That’s it, right there,” Somi cries out, and you can hear the rumbling of an orgasm rising from her throat. “Right there, daddy, yes!”

Her pussy clenches its hardest on your cock, then, almost painful in its utter tightness. Somi’s moan becomes a harsh, loud groan of ecstasy, animalistic in nature, echoing throughout your entire apartment. You plunge in and out of her, letting yourself go entirely, synchronizing your carefully controlled pleasure so that it reaches its peak just as hers does.

Involuntary grunts push out from your lungs as you go your hardest. As you cum inside your beloved Somi, filling her tight pussy with a satisfyingly large load. Though you two had just fucked yesterday, the pleasure is so intense that it nearly causes your entire being to spasm, hot lightning burning up from your hips into head. Weakening your knees, bathing you in a numbness that makes it impossible to continue. Not wanting to crush Somi’s limp form with your own, you flop to the side, your sticky, cum-covered cock easily sliding out of her as you do so.

Immediately, Somi scrambles to cling to you, still panting, desperate for physical contact. The high of the oxytocin is potent, so much so that you shiver at her touch, embracing her so tightly that she lets out a little squeak of surprise.

“Did that make up for it?” you ask, holding her slick body as she trembles in your arms.

Somi nods against your chest. Her reply comes sleepy, borderline delirious, and you know that it’s going to take at least a half hour before you can drag her to the shower with you. Reaching down, you can feel the gradual ooze of your own cum trickling from her pussy. You begin fingering her then, causing her to gasp as you gently, lovingly clean her up.

“Yes, that made up for it,” she says when you’re finished. “Thank you so much, daddy.”

Cool, Hot, Sweet, Love (featuring IU)

“How are we supposed to get anywhere in this snow?” Jieun asks as you walk up beside her, staring out the window.

You know Jieun had been very much looking forward to going snowmobiling today, looking out at the foot-deep layer of snow covering the area around your cabin, you have a feeling that isn't going to happen. Though the snow is certainly beautiful - piled in naturally symmetric mounds all across the woods, twinkling on the bare branches of the trees, fluttering down from the chalky sky above - it’s way too much for you and your girlfriend to safely travel.

“Well,” you say, wrapping an arm around Jieun’s shoulders and stroking her hair, then pressing your fingers to her scalp, massaging in just the way you know she likes. “At least the power’s not out, right?”

Jieun lets out an angry huff and slaps you on the arm. “Don’t jinx us. Our luck has already been bad enough as it is.”

Smiling, you turn her around, dropping your hands so that they’re clasped against the cup of her lower back. She looks up at you with a sorrowful expression, with pouting cherry-red lips and wide eyes that shimmer with reflections of white. You brush aside a few strands of plum brown from her forehead and cup the soft surface of her cheek.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you say, smiling, your heart fluttering when she smiles back. “We can spend the whole day together, cuddling on the couch, watching your favorite movies…”

Jieun drapes her arms around your shoulders, letting them hang behind your back. Her hips sway side to side, your pelvis’ pressing together. The taut fabric of her shirt leaves very little to the imagination, and you can’t help but stare at the swell of her breasts. The only thing you wish is that you could see her nipples, which are hidden by her bra.

“You already have a boner?” she says teasingly, rubbing against you, making your stomach lurch with desire. “You’re happy that we got snowed in.”

You lean forward, intending to kiss her, but Jieun lets out a playful giggle. Sprite-like, she prances away, grinning at you all the while. With lithe steps and a skipping gait, she ghosts across the living room, past the fireplace, stopping just before the bedroom door. Leaning over, letting her hair fall to the side as she holds onto the door frame. She stretches her arm up, leaning like a dancer on a pole, flashing her creamy stomach and cute navel as she sways.

Sticking out her tongue, Jieun laughs again before vanishing inside the room. “If you’re so horny, then come work for it!”

You almost follow her, intent on making her pay for keeping you waiting. However, at that moment, you get an idea. It’s crazy and shortsighted and kind of insane, but the sight of the snow outside is too enticing. If Jieun wanted to play games, you could play back just as easily, tenfold if necessary.

And so, despite the fact that you’re wearing only a hoodie, you stride over to the front door and step outside. You try not to think about what you’re doing as you pull down the front of your sweats, exposing the stiffness of your cock to the chilly air. Thinking hard about Jieun’s peachy-pink nipples and cream-smooth ass, you find a soft snowbank and shove your cock directly inside.

You let out an involuntary grunt as a fundamental, visceral frigidity fills you from your cock to the rest of your body, making you shiver. It takes intense concentration to maintain an erection, but by some grace of God you manage to, relying heavily on past memories of trysts with Jieun. Like the time she hid ice cubes in her mouth while sucking your cock. Or the time she’d woken you up by sitting on your face, practically suffocating you with her wet pussy and heavy cheeks.

After a minute straight of exposure - which is about as much as you can take - you pull up your shorts and sprint back inside, keeping a chunk of snow in your underwear in order to keep your cock cold. The warmth of the inside of the cabin makes you shiver harder, but you’ve completed your mission.

As you shut the door behind you, you’re unsurprised to find Jieun back in the living room, an expectant look upon her face. Judging by her cocked eyebrow and crossed arms, she hadn’t seen what you were up to. The snow is already melting against your skin, so you need to act fast.

“What are you up to?” she asks suspiciously, eyeing the way you’re holding the front of your shorts, trying to contain the fluffy bits of snow that encase your cock.

Without warning or pretense, you grab Jieun by her arm, causing her to let out a yelp as you spin her around and throw her on the table.

“Oh, so you wanna give it to me here on the table? Naughty . I love it.” she challenges as you get behind her, grabbing the waistband of her pajama pants and yanking them down, revealing that perky little butt you love so much. Beneath those tasty cheeks is Jieun's freshly shaved pussy, lips pink and fresh and practically begging for some cock between them.

You want to take the time to admire it, to lick its curves and kiss its center, but the clock is ticking on your surprise. Jieun tries to turn her head to see what you're doing, but a quick hand at the back of her neck prevents that. It's fine though, as Jieun is used to having rough sex.

Jieun's voice comes muffled as her cheek presses against the wooden table in front of her.

“Is this punishment for me teasing you?” she asks demurely.

Grinning, you whip out your ice-cold cock, careful not to touch it too much, preventing it from losing its chill.

“Something like that.” you say, reaching down and spreading her pussy wide, making Jieun moan as you caress her lips, delighted at how hot and wet she already is. That's good; your freezing cock is starting to ache, not only with desire but from the cold.

Unable to wait any longer, mouth watering at the sight of the tiny hole between Jieun's lips, you use one hand to keep her pussy spread, the other to direct your cock. That first moment of physical contact – when the heat finally reaches your tip – Jieun lets out a cry so sharp and loud that you might have backed off, had you not been in such ecstasy.

“What the fuck?” she demands, squirming against your hands, her entire body tensing in response as you continue to drive your hard, half-frozen cock into her .

It's impossible for to answer, to do anything but follow the undeniable drive of your own biological impetus. The desire rips through you, dominating you, forcing you to obey it. Jieun's wonderfully hot pussy grips your cock, and you can feel her trembling beneath you. She squirms again, letting out a half-moan, half-curse as you fill her further.

“It's so c-cold, oppa,” Jieun groans as you finally manage to get balls deep, as your pelvis presses fully to her ass. Now you can feel not only the warmth of the inside of her pussy, but of her cheeks as well, and it makes you shiver with relief. “It's like you're fucking me with an icicle!”

Unable to do more than grunt in answer, you lean back, spreading your legs wide as you begin to thrust. Though you're intimately familiar with the sensation of Jieun's pussy yielding to your cock, the added layer of intensity brought by the contrasting temperatures makes you gasp immediately. It seems that Jieun shares that sentiment, as she lets out a moan that's somewhere between a startled cry and a resplendent yelp of ecstasy. Rather than starting out slow as you usually would, you go hard right from the beginning, wanting to capture the fleeting sensation before it's gone.

“Oh fuck, I have to piss you off more often!” Jieun cries out as you slap her ass, her taut skin tremoring wildly beneath your palm. “This is a-amazing!”

It comes as somewhat of a surprise that she's still shivering, but you decide to fix that for her. Leaning over, pressing your chest to her back, tucking your chin into her shoulder. You reach up, working swiftly but efficiently to grope beneath her shirt, capturing her firm tits within your palms. Clutching them greedily, palms pushing into their soft forms, fingers tweaking her sensitive nipples. You're rewarded by an increase in her moans, and you stroke each nipple with your thumbs. There's a satisfying stiffness to each, more so than usual, something you know you can attribute to the decreased temperature of your cock. Simultaneously, you increase the speed of your thrusts, causing the table to rock beneath you. The friction causes the heat in your cock to dissipate faster, but it's clear that Jieun is still chilly; she shivers between her moans, gripping hard to the table, her teeth still chattering.

However, you have one last idea to warm her up. Stroking her nipples and moving faster might make her general body grow hotter, but it won't fix the fact that your freezing cock is still filling her pussy. So, as a burning heat rises from the base of your pelvis and expands into your balls and cock, you decide that you know the perfect way to fix that.

You thrust as hard as you can, as fast as you can, obeying that undeniable urge to keep going. Pressing both of your palms to her ass, digging the tips of your fingers into her flesh, holding her in place to prevent her from moving too much. You find the perfect angle, the one that makes her yell out, her high-pitched calls of ecstasy filling every room of the cabin. It's there that you're able to reach that ultimate peak of rapture, where your hard, half-frozen cock spasms, releasing spurts of hot, sticky cum directly into her pussy.

“Yes, oppa,” Jieun hisses, backing her ass into you, taking over the thrusting, allowing you to stand still as heavenly, knee-quaking waves crash over your body. “Fill me up with your cum!”

The flex of Jieun's walls, along with her continuous riding of your cock, gives you one of the best orgasms of your life. It's utterly overwhelming, and the tide of your shared conjunction causes the blackness of unconsciousness to whisper across your vision.

Luckily, Jieun decides to be merciful, reaching back and pulling your cock out of her pussy. Her expert grip holds it by the base of your shaft, stroking slowly, milking the remainder of your load onto her cheeks. As she does so, cum drips from her pussy, oozing out in a continuous flow, dripping onto the wooden floor.

Before you can do – or even think – anything else, Jieun turns around, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you close. She captures you in a fierce kiss, the sort that has way more vigor than you expect. Her tongue dominates yours, her teeth chewing harshly on your lower lip, her fevered breath filling your mouth.

“That was very creative, hm?” Jieun says sardonically, stroking your chest and arms, making you shiver from the lightness of her touch. “But it'll take a lot more than that to surprise me, babe.”

Best Friends (featuring TWICE Chaeyoung and IOI Somi)

Though tonight isn’t the first time you’re showing up to Somi’s luxury apartment, you’re just as nervous as back then. It’s still surreal to stand in the middle of that elevator, a uniformed doorman beside you, the twinkling lights of Seoul visible through the reinforced glass window before you. Even during the day, any thoughts of your meetings with Somi felt as if they’d come from a different life. The lavish dinner dates, the expensive wines… the sex . The wild, depraved, freaky sex that Somi loved to indulge in. The sex that she seemed to crave more than you.

And the only thing you could think to yourself throughout it all was: Why you? You, a normal guy from the business district of Seoul, secretly hooking up with one of the most prolific people in the country. Was it your skill in bed? Maybe - Somi constantly complimented your oral abilities - but you weren’t nearly confident enough to accept that. It couldn’t be your looks, either, and you definitely weren’t interesting enough to warrant the smokey, glittering gazes she gives you over her wine glasses. Nor the loud, resounding cries of your name that echoed shamelessly throughout her apartment.

Whatever it was, you were there, at her beck and call, caught in the whirlwind that was the life of an idol. It was just something you’d just have to learn to accept.

The elevator door opens to the eighteenth floor, and you avoid the gaze of the doorman as you slip out. You hadn’t brought any extra cash to tip him, but it’s not like he’d done anything aside from press the button for the floor you requested. You shoot a quick text to Somi in order to let her know you’re almost to her apartment. She replies immediately with a single heart emoji, which is about par the course for your digital interactions with her.

You arrive at her door - number 673 - and give a gentle knock, shoving down the anxiety that’s roiling in your gut. Telling yourself it’s just a normal, run of the mill booty call at two in the morning. You’ll go in, maybe have a few drinks with her, head to the bedroom, and ride out the rest of your night in bliss. Nothing else to it.

When the door opens, however, all sense of calm leaves you, and your throat twists into a knot. Because rather than Somi standing there, it’s a face that’s familiar to you only through online photos, ads, and television. An adorable face with slim cheeks, wide, heart-shaped lips, and an iconic birthmark just beneath them. Her jet black, shoulder-length hair shimmers in the light, the alabaster skin of her shoulders flexing as she leans up against the doorframe.

“Hey there,” the woman - who your broken brain manages to recognize as Son Chaeyoung of TWICE - says, her voice cheery and light. Her eyes roam down from your face to your feet, then back up, the corners of her lips twitching upward as she completes her very obvious sizing-up of your appearance. “Somi’s in the shower right now, but she told me to let you in.”

“Um… uh, okay, thanks.” you barely manage to stutter out as you follow Chaeyoung’s lead, stepping into Somi’s apartment. The interior is about as richly decorated and spotless as one would expect from a high-profile idol’s home. It’s one of the few aspects of your relationship with Somi that you’ve grown accustomed to.

Chaeyoung turns away from the door, allowing you to see her in full. She wears an outfit that’s nearly as casual as your own: a striped red and white T-shirt with jean shorts that end high on her thighs. Her legs and bare feet are visible, and it takes genuine effort not to gawk at their enticing, milky lengths. They’re nowhere near as thick or sizable as Somi’s, but there’s a neat slimness to them that’s unbelievably enticing.

“I’m Chaeyoung, by the way,” the idol says, extending a hand for you to shake, breaking you from your reverie. Her hand is tiny in yours, and she lingers against your touch, squeezing your fingers for a bit longer than was acceptable for a normal greeting. “Somi’s told me so much about you.”

You can’t help but let out a semi-nervous laugh. “Well, I kinda knew who you were immediately. Hard not to, when your face is everywhere in Korea. I love your music, by the way.”

“Aw, thank you,” Chaeyoung says with a giggle. There’s a notable blush on her cheeks, the same type that you’ve seen from countless others, the telltale tone of intoxication. “We just got done watching a movie, and were about to open another bottle of red wine. Are you interested?”

Chaeyoung’s voice pitches upward slightly at the end of her sentence, and a playful smile at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes remained locked to yours, lingering in the same manner as her hand. The silence in the apartment is deafening, charged with an energy that makes your entire body feel hot and stifled beneath your clothes.

“In the red wine, that is.” she adds, smile broadening.

“Oh, y-yeah,” you say, trying to figure out what Somi’s plan here was. Inviting you over for a hookup while her friend was around seemed… weird. “I’m fine with red wine.”

“Great. Come with me.” Chaeyoung says, taking hold of you and guiding you out of the apartment’s miniature foyeur. Her touch is sensual and possessive, rubbing your upper arm, her shoulder brushing your own as she guides you over to the living room couch. Rather than letting you sit on your own, she half-drags you down with her, sitting so close that you can smell the sweet, rosy perfume that surrounds her. Chaeyoung sits directly beside you, her thigh brushing yours as she grabs the bottle of red wine and fills a glass.

“Here,” Chaeyoung says, handing the filled glass to you. “Drink up!”

“Uh, where's yours?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow though you take the glass. Chaeyoung's fingers brush your hands as you do so, and this time she specifically lingers there. Drumming against the back of your hand in a soft gesture that sends tingles up your forearm.

“I'm just helping you catch up,” Chaeyoung says. She stays leaned in, no longer holding any pretense, continuing to drum her fingers from your hand up to your elbow. “Like I said, me and Somi already finished a bottle.”

Though you don't want to be presumptuous, it certainly feels like Son Chaeyoung is flirting with you. Especially when she lets her hand stray downward, cupping your own, goading the wineglass toward your lips.

Smiling, you allow her to do so, taking a protracted drink from the glass, draining half of it. The alcohol tastes expensive, gliding down your throat with ease, making it far more palatable than you normally find red wine. That's good; the prospect that Chaeyoung was currently trying to seduce you brought several other ideas to your head, all ideas that might have given you a mild heart attack from anxiety.

“Good, right?” Chaeyoung says, shifting away, picking up an empty glass and pouring for herself. “I wish-”

She cuts off just then, as at that moment, the door to the bathroom opens, causing both of you to turn toward it.

Jeon Somi steps out, dressed only in a towel, which – as you note immediately – barely covers the massive swell of her breast. Her creamy flesh is still dappled by droplets of water, from her brow to her makeup-less cheeks to the well-defined curve of her neck. Her chestnut hair spills down her back and front, splayed out in damp curls against her collarbone. Beneath are those thick legs that you adore so much, with their powerful quadriceps and heavy dancer's calves, legs that you just want to spend all night devouring.

But of course you can't say that in front of Chaeyoung, so instead you just take another hearty gulp of wine.

“Oh, I see you guys are already getting acquainted with each other.” Somi says, and that up-pitched lilt to her tone speaks volumes. She saunters toward the couch, looking directly at you, giving you a mocking grin.

From behind, Somi drapes her arms around your shoulders, linking them against your chest as she plants a wet kiss on your cheek.

“Hi, oppa,” Somi whispers, running hands across your chest and shoulders, gently massaging them. “Glad you could join us.”

Before you can respond, Somi’s fingers dance against your jaw, pushing against your face, turning your head to meet you in another kiss. You expect it to be chaste, to be at least somewhat reserved in order to save Chaeyoung the embarrassment, but it isn’t. It’s the opposite, actually; it’s fierce and longing, with a tongue that meets yours right from the start. Though you know it’s inappropriate, you can’t help but respond, but fall into that kiss, to shut your eyes and let Somi’s gentle ministrations lull you into bliss.

It’s over far too quickly, and you soon find yourself sitting there, face hot, the stiffness in your pants betraying your raw arousal. You turn to Chaeyoung to apologize, but you freeze when you notice the sparkle in her eyes, the subtle lip bite that fades just as she meets your gaze. The words - along with all of the oxygen - are stolen right from your lungs, and you look to Somi for help, for reassurance of some sort. The scattered inklings of impossible ideas stir up once again, brought by the wind of Chaeyoung’s brash arousal, but those notions refuse to meld.

“That was hot.” Chaeyoung says simply, and she’s close enough now that you can smell the alcohol on her breath, see the sprinkling of sweat on her hairline.

You’re just beginning to wonder what Somi is thinking of all this, if she’s jealous or angry, when a hand presses against the back of your neck, a pair of lips coming up beside your ear.

“Kiss her.”

Somi’s voice is thick and honeyed, making you swallow hard. Though you very badly want to do as she says, you aren’t able to. Your mind and body are frozen, completely paralyzed by the prospect of what’s to come.

Luckily for you, that isn’t the case for Chaeyoung. A smile spreads across her cute face as she leans in. Guided by Somi’s insistent touch, you move inward, shutting your eyes as Son Chaeyoung captures your lips in a kiss. It’s reserved and quick, almost like a tiny sample of what’s to come. Just enough time to get a feel for the unique contour of her lips, the minty taste of her chapstick, the laconic smell of her perfume.

“You can do better than that, Chaeyoung.” Somi whispers, and you’re given no chance to recover as Chaeyoung crashes into you. The couch meets your back as you fall together, as Chaeyoung wraps her arms around you and gyrates her entire body against yours. She’s frenzied and fevered, flaring her hips and riding you as she dominates your mouth.

“That’s more like it!” you hear Somi chirp excitedly, but it’s as if she’s speaking from miles away, because all you can focus on right then is the fact that Chaeyoung is practically suffocating you with her mouth. Somehow she’s even more depraved than Somi, barely allowing you a second of reprieve before each marathon of frantic mouthwork. Her tongue glides across your cheeks, her teeth nibble at your neck, her hands grope every inch of your upper torso. All you can do is clutch at her back, tease the hem of her shirt, and accept your fate. Chaeyoung’s got you completely pinned down. You’re entirely at her mercy.

When she’s finally had her fill, when your lips are sore, your neck covered in stinging love bites and your shirt all but ripped off your back, she straightens. Still straddling you, Chaeyoung sits up, staring directly into your eyes, biting her lip once more as she rubs against your groin. Through the fabric of your pants, you can feel the heat between her legs, each pass making your already-aching cock grow stiffer and fuller by the second.

Then you’re met by an upside-down mouth, one that you know belongs to Somi, who lifts your face from beneath your jaw and mashes your lips against hers with unfettered recklessness. Chaeyoung continues dry-riding you as you and Somi share yet another kiss. It’s over far too quickly, but the leading trail of Somi’s fingers guides your attention away from Chaeyoung’s humping.

At some point during you and Chaeyoung’s tryst, Somi’s towel had been discarded. She stands stark naked before you, still moist from her shower, every inch of her pale skin on display. You’ve seen her body many times before, yes, but that never lessened the impact of her stunning appearance. Somi was built like a marble sculpture, like an angel from above. Her areolas are wide and inviting, the space between her legs covered in a neatly trimmed mat of hair. When she turns to display her ass - giving it a hearty smack at the same time - the resulting jiggle is enough to make you grab onto Chaeyoung’s hips and start grinding against her yourself. Chaeyoung accepts this, matching your undulations, her lips parted in an expression of complete surprise. 

“Fuck,” the older idol moans, holding your hands tighter. “Your tits .”

Somi’s resulting smile contains a combination of pride and daringness, an expression that fully conveys her self-assured attitude. She knows she’s hot, knows her body is one of the finest in the entire country, and she does nothing to hide that fact. Displaying it without shame, perching at the edge of the coffee table with spread legs as she fondles each of her tits.

“You like my tits so much?” she asks, beckoning with a single finger. “Prove it.”

Though your body cries out in longing as Chaeyoung leaves you, the anticipation bubbling in your veins promptly overrides that sensation. Somi gets to her feet as well, and you expect them to kiss, but instead Chaeyoung does something far better. She dips her head down, grabs hold of Somi’s right breast, and begins feasting on it like a woman starved. From your angle it’s impossible to see what she’s doing, but you can hear the wet, primal slide of tongue and lips on flesh, and judging by Somi’s hitched breaths, it’s clear that Chaeyoung is eating her fill.

“Come here, oppa,” Somi says, gesturing with her freehand, using the other to push against the back of Chaeyoung’s head. “I wouldn’t want you to feel left out.”

You have no other option but to obey. You stand, ghosting over the carpeted floor of Somi’s living room, coming to a stop directly in front of your goddess. There, she pulls you in, brings you directly beside Chaeyoung, who’s so engrossed in her own work that she doesn’t even notice you. You’re met with the stiff, dark shape of Somi’s nipple, a familiar sight that’s never failed to make your mouth water and your cock throb with want.

At Somi’s guidance, you seal your lips around that delicious, stiff point, filling your mouth with both it and a sizable circle of Somi’s tender flesh. Distant hints of soap and sweat fill your mouth as you suck and lick lavishly, as Somi takes her turn in trying to suffocate you. You can feel her entire body shuddering, borderline convulsing, forcing both you and Chaeyoung to follow her jittery, pleasure-driven movements.

“This is amazing,” she whispers, stroking your hair. “You guys are so hot.”

A sharp pop sounds out as Chaeyoung unlatches from Somi’s right breast. You follow suit, switching so that you can stick your tongue out and freely lick Somi’s left nipple while watching Chaeyoung. 

“No, you’re amazing, Somi,” Chaeyoung whispers, squeezing down on Somi’s chest, digging into it like a fresh cake ready to be devoured. “God, I would suck your tits all night, if you let me.”

Unexpectedly, Somi grabs you by the shoulder, causing you to look up at her. There’s a mischievous grin on her face, the type you’re used to seeing before she tries something entirely new in bed. Like two weeks ago, when she offered to rim your ass while giving you a handjob. Or when she told you to spank her until her ass was red, so sore that she couldn’t sit properly the next day. Or the time she wanted to try fucking you in the ass with a strapon.

“Then suck my tits after oppa cums on them.”

Though Somi’s staring right at you when she says it, you know that the challenge is meant for Chaeyoung. It’s a proposition that nearly makes you faint right there, nearly makes you cum in your pants from the sheer imagery evoked by her words.

But thankfully you don’t, and when Chaeyoung moves away to get herself into a better position, you’re somewhat able to compose yourself. It’s vital that you maintain complete control, a sense that permeates you to your core, to the very depth of your human instinct. A reminder that pulses through your brain with each passing moment. 

You stand, allowing Somi to yank your pants down, finally freeing your cock from the restrictive shackles of your sweats. Chaeyoung and Somi both drop to their knees, the former taking hold of your shaft, the latter massaging your upper thigh.

“Hey, Chaeyoung.” Somi says, staring up at you as she speaks, her hot breath playing at the hairs on your upper thigh.

Chaeyoung’s gaze remained trained on yours as well, complemented by a smile so innocent that it was a crime for there to be a hard cock in front of it.

“What’s up?”

Somi tilts her head up and kisses the underside of your shaft. It’s swift and sweet, leaving you craving more.

“Wanna see who can make oppa cum faster?”

Chaeyoung’s eyebrows shoot up at that, and her finger-led grip grows airtight on your shaft. So much so that it might have been painful, had she not started stroking at that very instant. Gradually but strongly, a rhythm that builds enough anticipation to make you thrust at the apex of each stroke.

“You’re on!” Chaeyoung says, flashing her adorable, kitten-like teeth.

Briefly, you wonder what Somi’s goal is here. Neither she nor Chaeyoung are going to cum from this, and all they get out of it are sore jaws and, in Somi’s case, a wasted shower. So was this a gift for you? A little sexual excursion solely for the sake of fun? Maybe. But you don’t have much time to think about it, as at that moment both idols begin sucking you off.

Somi starts at your tip as Chaeyoung goes for your balls, and it’s impossible to determine which you prefer more. Chaeyoung is downright ravenous, making you gasp and shudder as she hollows her cheeks and slurps with enough vigor for the sound to echo throughout the room. Somi’s attention stays on the head of your cock, her lips sealed tightly around it, head bobbing rapidly back and forth, complimented by a flicking tongue.

Together, the two idols work completely in sync, so well-attuned to one another’s techniques that you wonder whether they’d done something like this before. Every gesture, every action, every tiny shift in the tide of their shared blowjob seems calculated. It doesn’t feel like a competition at all, more like Chaeyoung and Somi are playing different roles on the same team. But if you could classify it as such, it would be the Olympics of blowjobs. Skill of such a high caliber that it’s impossible for a normal person to truly appreciate. 

First they swap between your head and your balls, employing different styles of sucking and licking. Chaeyoung’s is ravenous and messy, often pausing in order to spit on your shaft or slap your cock against your tongue. Somi’s is reserved yet pleasing, managing to maintain a semblance of dignity even with the wet results of her partner’s unique style. On occasion they pause to exchange kisses, most of which involve your cock between them. During one of these lovely conjunctions, you can’t help but to grab onto the back of both of their heads, holding them in place while you thrust between their puckered pairs of lips. Somi lets out a playful moan as you do so while Chaeyoung sticks her tongue out and slathers your shaft with yet another layer of saliva. The older idol then pulls back, going right back in for a greedy deepthroat as Somi looks on in awe.

All throughout, you try your hardest to prevent yourself from cumming. The level of stimulation they provide is pretty much constant, a team effort that’s nearly akin to that of fucking a tight, responsive pussy. It takes everything in you not to cum, the ultimate test of your stamina, beyond even your first encounters with Somi, before you’d grown accustomed to her unreal beauty and insatiable sexual appetite. 

Your inevitable end comes when Somi and Chaeyoung pause, exchanging a meaningful glance as they do so. As flustered as you are, you can only stand there, waiting patiently as Somi brings herself forward. Chaeyoung makes way for her, coming up from behind and pressing her hands to the sides of each of Somi’s tits. It’s then that you understand what’s going on.

Chaeyoung leans her head over Somi’s shoulder, spitting again, this time directly between the older idol’s breasts. With Chaeyoung’s saliva dripping down her chest, Somi moves forward, recruiting some help from her friend in order to wrap those wet, soft, smooth tits around your shaft. You gasp as Somi begins to thrust up and down, the snugness of her breasts modulated by Chaeyoung’s skillful grip, the ride made smooth by the slick spit on your cock and Somi’s skin.

“You like that, oppa?” Somi asks, smiling up at you, her words stuttered by the swiftness of her bouncing. “You like my tits wrapped around your big, hard cock?”

“F-fuck yeah,” you manage to stutter, gripping the sides of Somi’s head, shutting your eyes and craning your neck back as inevitable finality courses through you.

“Then cum for me. Cum all over my fucking tits. Cover me in your cum, oppa!”

You let out a harsh, gasping groan as all of the willpower drains from you. An all-consuming heat explodes from your pelvis, filling you from head to toe as you feel the semen bursting from your cock. Though you can’t see, you can sense the first spurt of it flying out, then the remainder flowing in a gush that fills the space between Somi’s tits. The sticky yet oily texture adds another layer to her already-lubricated skin, allowing her to continue her titjob. Chaeyoung pushes even harder, smothering your cock, making your knees tremble, forcing you to grab hold of the couch to prevent yourself from falling over. You aren’t even sure if you’re still cumming at this point, as the mixture of Chaeyoung’s spit, Somi’s sweat, and your own semen is pretty much impossible to discern. The orgasm itself, however, continues on, filling your brain with butterflies, your muscles with liquid gold, your cock with rushing, withering heat.

When it’s over, when Chaeyoung finally allows Somi to release you, you’re able to look down at the mess you’ve made. Somi’s chest is indeed covered in your cum, with several streaks dripping from her collarbone, along with smears in the space between each mound.

Chaeyoung takes advantage immediately. Hungrily, her tongue glides across each of Somi’s cum-glazed breasts, starting with long, slow licks that aim to catch as much of the pearly liquid as they can. When her tongue proves to be insufficient for such a task, Chaeyoung resorts to pressing her entire face to Somi’s tits, borderline motorboating her in order to get every drop.

“Jesus Christ,” you sigh, collapsing back on the couch, panting heavily as Chaeyoung licks the last of your semen from her friend’s nipple. “That was amazing.”

Despite the fact that Chaeyoung has just happily licked her friend clean of your semen, when the older idol turns around, she’s wearing a sour expression. It borders on disgust, which makes you feel a bit self-conscious. Your cum couldn’t have tasted that bad, right?

“We didn’t get to see who won!” Chaeyoung says indignantly, in such a serious tone that it’s almost comical. You stop yourself from cracking a smile, though; from the idols huffy body language and twitching lower lip, it’s apparent that she was taking that challenge very seriously.

Somi stands, folding her arms over her still moist chest, tapping her chin in an almost believable display of pseudo-contemplation.

“I could argue that me telling oppa to cum made him finally finish,” Somi says, yet she holds up a hand directly after, silencing Chaeyoung before an angry retort can fire from her already-loaded lips. “But I won’t. Because you were in control of my tits the whole time, and clearly you were doing something very right.”

Though Chaeyoung still looked annoyed, she blushed slightly at the compliment.

“Don’t worry, though” Somi says, wearing that telltale grin once again, similar to the rictus of a cat staring down a cornered mouse. “We aren’t even close to finished yet.”

The Princess (featuring Oh My Girl Yooa)

You aren’t sure what you’re going to see when the blindfold comes off, but reality far exceeds the expectations of your imagination. The room before you is large and lavish, decorated with gilded furniture, smelling of lavender and jasmine. A canopied bed sits at the center, its curtains open to reveal a rich, pristine set of covers. It’s probably the most expensive room  you’ve ever set foot in. To your surprise, you aren’t the only apprentice here; there’s another man, about your height but a little skinnier, standing just beside you. He wears a mask as well, one that covers all but his mouth and eyes. His head is shaved, just like yours, and he bears no specific insignia to indicate his identity.

The chainmail-clad guard who’d escorted you through the castle turns to you, his expression impassive, his tone flat and uninterested as he speaks. It’s obvious that he’s been placed under some type of hypnotism charm.

“Undress, take a seat on these two chairs, and wait for the princess.” he says before leaving through the main door. You hear the tumbler clunk shut behind him, though there’s no visible mechanism to unlock it from your side.

You and the other guy in the room glance at one another, exchange a comically synchronized shrug, and strip naked. At first it’s odd to do so - given you’re in front of a stranger and all - but it’s an odd situation overall. Getting paid to service the princess of the largest kingdom in the world was something akin to a miracle, and you weren’t about to shun such a heaven-sent gift.

And so you do as the guard says, removing your apprentice robes, folding them into a neat pile, and setting them on a nearby dresser. The other man in the room with you does the same, and soon the two of you are sitting face to face in those cushioned chairs, trying your hardest not to look directly at one another as you wait. The moments tick by, and though you couldn’t have been seated there for more than two minutes, it might as well have been an eternity.

Finally, there’s a soft click as the second door in the room opens. You assume it’s a washroom of some sort, as a gout of steam flows from its interior, making the room feel humid and stifled. Or maybe that feeling is just the dire yearning of your erect cock, stiffening as you witness a bare-naked Princess Yooa sauntering toward you.

All she wears is a broad smile upon her youthful face, cherry lips pulling back to reveal a beautiful set of teeth. That smile is almost captivating enough for you to keep your focus on her face, yet that’s impossible, as you’re also presented with the angelic sight of her body. She twirls gracefully, the muscles in her calves and behind flexing, the bottoms of her feet lifting to reveal pristine soles, her upper torso jiggling despite the tightness of her chest and shoulders. When she completes the spin, she faces you and her other fan, hands on her hips as she saunters toward you, stopping between your chairs. There isn’t much space there; this close up, you can see all of the creamy flesh on her thighs. 

“Thank the gods that you have big cocks,” she says, running hands down each of your chests at the same time. Her fingers brush your own nipples, making you shiver from the stimulation. “My ladies were right; you really are perfect for this. But first…”

Yooa turns so that she’s facing you, placing a hand at the back of your head, tilting it upward so that you’re staring directly at the shaven space between her legs. Her lips are wide and inviting, making your heart pound even harder in your chest.

“Prepare me, servants.”

For a moment you don’t understand - mainly because you’re too entranced by the princess’ svelte form looming above you - but then you catch a hint of movement from being her. You don’t have the opportunity to register what it is, because Yooa promptly grabs you by the back of your head and shoves you into her pelvis.

“I said: prepare me .” she says insistently, and finally your sluggish, hazy brain understands. You stick out your tongue and dip it into the nectar-saturated flower cup between Yooa’s legs.

Immediately, the princess’ hand clenches harder at the back of your head, nails digging into the tender skin of your neck. You can feel the vibrations of the other apprentice’s work from the other side, and you’re unsure of whether to be jovial or jealous that he’s been relegated to the princess’ rear. In any case, you employ every oral technique you’ve ever learned, which admittedly amounts to less than you’d like to admit. Flicking your tongue against her velvety lips, kissing the insides of her silky thighs, pressing deep into her delicious folds until you can barely breathe. It’s desperate, wild, and - apparently - precisely what the princess desires. She moans regally and loudly, with such gusto that you fear she’ll be heard all throughout the castle. Not that it would have mattered much, anyway; she was the princess after all, and such trivial matters as propriety didn’t apply to her.

Just as you think you’re never going to be allowed to stop, Yooa spins around, giving you a brief second of reprieve before pressing you to her body again. This time you’re surrounded not by her strong thighs but her smooth behind. She’s buried your face within, presenting you with a puckered hole rather than her slick, pink nethers. You can smell the scent of her sweat and perfume, along with the undertone of the saliva from the other apprentice’s mouthwork. You have no misgivings about diving straight in, however; despite your inexperience you’re determined to give the princess what she desires. Using your hands to spread her cheeks, you thrust your tongue forward and fill her anus completely, ensuring not only to focus on the hole but to lick every inch of her interior rear. Covering her in your spit, kissing and licking and utterly degrading yourself, much to the princess’ audible delight.

You’re not sure how long you go for, but the sore tongue and mild lightheadedness tells you it’s been more than a few minutes when Yooa finally releases you. You gasp, heaving harsh breaths and Yooa laughs at you. Her juices are fresh on your face, making your lips feel stiff and your chin dry.

“Excellent,” she whispers, playing with your ears. As you regain the strength to look up, you notice that the guy across from you is in just as rough shape, panting heavily. Yooa’s face is aglow with a furious blush, but there’s no sign of tiredness in her demure expression. Quite the opposite, in fact; within the burning onyx jewels of her eyes, you see nothing but ravenous hunger. “Lay with me, peasants.”

Then, with a decidedly playful giggle, Yooa prances over to her bed and perches upon its edge, waiting. Entranced by her commanding presence, you stand. The other apprentice does the same, and together you make your way over to her. Yooa’s hands are on both of you immediately, fingers wrapping around both of your cocks without warning, beginning a casual, sensual stroke that makes your hips lurch with want.

“I want both of you at the same time,” Yooa says, punctuating her sentence by sticking out her tongue and licking the other apprentice’s tip. He shivers in response, placing a hand at the back of her head, stroking her honeyed, auburn locks. “Just like before, but with those lovely cocks of yours. I want it hard and fast. I want you to stretch me out, make me scream, and fill me up.”

Though you’re no longer appalled by hearing such heathenous words uttered from such a falsely innocent face, you still have no idea what to do next. A million different thoughts are going through your head, namely those centered on the fact that this was going to be quite difficult to manage. Apparently your temporary partner agrees, for he similarly seems frozen in place by the princess’ request.

“You,” Yuna says, rolling her eyes and pointing at the other apprentice. “Come.”

Briskly, he obeys, crawling onto the bed beside her. Yooa then directs him, grabbing him with an almost business-like demeanor that expresses next to no intimacy. She lays him down on his back, feet facing you, head toward the top of the bed. Yooa then straddles him, grabbing hold of his cock as she does so, aiming it upward so that it meets the lips of her pussy. You watch in silent, envious awe as she rubs his tip against her lips twice, then begins easing it inside of her. He releases a grunt of pleasure as Yooa takes his entire cock into her pussy. The princess lets out a high-pitched moan as she does so. Once her behind is seated on his thighs, Yooa begins a gradual grind, keeping his cock securely inside her, using it as an instrument for her sole pleasure.

“S-spread my cheeks.” she stutters, and the lucky man beneath her does so, displaying the glistening, puckered entrance of her anus. A beautiful hole that tenses as you stare at its inviting form. 

Yooa turns, continuing to rub her hips, flexing the form of the other apprentice’s cock within her pussy. “Your turn. Do you know what to do, or shall I spell it out for you as well?”

“N-no, your highness. I understand.” you say shakily, barely able to find your voice as you scramble to get behind her.

As expected, the initial positioning is awkward. You try many different angles and positions, and at first you’re nervous that Yooa is about to grow impatient. However, the single cock in her pussy seems to have satisfied her for the time being, and she continues a metered, incremental ride of the other apprentice’s cock as she waits. Regardless, it’s a blessed relief when you finally find a good spot - that is, with your legs spread around the other apprentice’s and your hands pressed to the strong muscles of Yooa’s upper back - and begin to ease yourself into her behind. This part is equally difficult, if not more; she’s unfathomably tight, almost impenetrable given that she’s already been filled by another cock. You press your tip to her anus, teasing it open, hoping that it will afford you enough space to slip in. That doesn’t happen, however. You’re barely able to get your head in. Any further than that, and you’re pushed right out.

“Lick it more, and use your finger to stretch my asshole.” Yooa orders, her grind of the second apprentice’s cock ceasing.

Placing your head at the top of her behind, you press a finger into the princess, licking simultaneously in order to loosen her up. The change is gradual at first, but soon the taut ring of her anus begins to yield. Progress is surely slow, and you’re unsurprised when Yooa lets out yet another impatient sigh.

“Spit on it.” she says insistently. You do so, letting out strings of saliva that drip between her cheeks, covering not only her hole but her cock-filled pussy as well. The other apprentice doesn’t seem to mind, and you try not to think too hard about it as you lick and finger Yooa’s anus. Her advice proves to be fruitful, and soon you’re able to get two full fingers into her despite the pressure of the other apprentice’s cock beneath them.

Now, with far more confidence in your success, you get back into position, and it’s almost a shock when you manage to get inside without difficulty. You pass that initial resistance and work the remainder of your cock into Yooa’s already-stuffed insides, where you’re met with complete bliss.

“Oh… okay,” Yooa says shakily. She’s overtly overwhelmed by the stimulation you and the other apprentice provide for her, yet that does nothing to reduce her threatening presence. “You, on top, thrust into me. You’re going to be doing the majority of the work. You, on the bottom, can simply stay where you are. Small thrusts are… f-fine, but anything else and you’ll be pushed out.”

Then Yooa leans forward, allowing the second apprentice to wrap his arms around her waist, signaling that she’s ready. Though every bit of your soul wants you to go as hard as you can from the start, you don’t. Fingering her anus has definitely made things easier for you, but that doesn’t change the fact that there isn’t much room within Yooa for two large cocks. So you thrust with care, dipping your cock in and out of her increasingly compliant asshole. The apprentice beneath you heeds her warning and more; each of his miniature thrusts are done with special attention to your own, matching them to your retractions. This ensures that Yooa is never without a man’s cock pressing to the deepest parts of her, and judging by the moans that escape her lips, she quite appreciates it.

“Faster, servants!” Yooa she hisses, apparently unwilling to bear the buildup any longer. “Fuck me like a whore in a brothel!”

You don’t need to be told twice. Knowing that you’ll need to take the lead here, you press hard to Yooa’s back, pinning her down as you thrust faster. Her moans become cries, then screams of utter rapture. The apprentice beneath you goes just as hard, though he’s still mindful of his own movements, keeping his strokes swift but small. In spite of how sturdy the bed has been, its wooden frame creaks as you plunge your cock in and out of Yooa’s asshole. She clings to the other apprentice as you bite down on the crook of the princess’ shoulder.

“That’s it, right there! Yes, peasants! Pleasure your princess! Give me your seed!”

Those words are more than enough to throw you over the edge. Still thrusting your hardest and fastest, you let out a withering groan, your cock flexing hard as you cum directly into Yooa’s ass. Driven by instinctual rhythm, you keep thrusting, keep hammering away at her cheeks, prolonging not only your own completion but hers. You go until you aren’t able to any longer, until the slickness of your own semen forces you out of Yooa.

The moment you pull out, a fresh gush of cum follows right behind the head of your cock. You push yourself back on the bed, watching as the second apprentice pulls out as well, revealing a thick river of milky white that runs from Yooa’s gaping pussy. She rubs her lips on his cock, continuing to gasp as she bathes in the golden glow of her orgasm, covering his shaft in the semen that dribbles from both of her holes. When she’s satisfied, she gives him a chaste kiss on the lips, then flops onto her back with the unceremonious, lazy air of an exhausted woman. 

There she lays, sullied and destroyed, drenched in sweat, seed covering nearly the entirety of her nethers. She props herself up against the pillows on her bedhead, a dreamy smile on her face, the kind that conveys the sense that she’s just on the precipice of falling into a deep slumber.

Still trying to collect yourself, you lean back, trying not to look at the other apprentice. Though Yooa’s taken most of your cum, his cock is undoubtedly smeared with a not insignificant volume of your semen.

“So, what are you waiting for, peasants?” Yooa asks lazily, lifting her hands toward you and the other apprentice. “Do you really expect your princess to clean herself up?”

Honeymoon (featuring IOI Chungha)

You and Chungha are still wearing your wedding clothes - her with her billowy, magnificent white dress, you with your sharp black suit - when you arrive at the villa. It’s a small hut just at the edge of the beach, complete with a kitchen, a living room, and a single bedroom. There’s a bounding euphoria coursing through your veins then, leant to you by both the events of the day and the liquor you’d consumed after the ceremony. Your ears still pound from the bass-led music, and your throat is sore from yelling out “thank you’s” at all the congratulatory words from your family and friends. The whole affair had been exhausting, but as you enter that villa, the realization that you’re now a married man suffuses you with energy.

Shutting the door with a swift hand, you turn to your wife, a reflexive smile breaking out across your face as you behold her beauty. Her hair is done into a neat bun at the back of her head, not a single strand of those luscious chestnut locks out of place. Her eyes are shaded with a touch of mascara, extenuating their ends, making them appear as if they belonged to an exotic model. Her cheeks are flushed from the alcohol she’s drank, a blush that almost seems purposefully decorative. Her pouty, shapely lips curve into a smile, mirroring your own.

Without a single word exchanged between you two, you kiss. It’s the second kiss of your married life, of the rest of your life, and it feels absolutely divine. You cup Chungha’s face in your hands, running thumbs along the silky surfaces of her cheeks as your lips part. Warm breath fills your mouth, then your lungs as you both exhale in tandem. Chungha’s hands find their way to your arms, squeezing them, rubbing up and down, pressing in so that she can feel the shape of you. Your tongues meet, just the tips at first, lightly brushing, a tiny taste of what’s to come.

“I suppose you don’t want me to carry you to the bedroom?” you ask, pulling back slightly, your arms settling around Chungha’s hips.

Chungha chuckles and presses a finger to your chest. “I think I should be carrying you . I need you in top shape for this evening.”

A spark of lust rises within you at that, and you lean in for another kiss. However, Chungha doesn’t allow your lips to connect, instead grabbing you by the hand and tugging on it to lead you along. You follow obediently, allowing her to guide you to the bedroom, where a king-sized, canopied mattress awaits. There she releases your hand, spinning around and perching at the edge of the bed. Crossing her legs so that the hem of her skirt hitches up, revealing the milky, supple length of her thigh. Providing a mouthwatering view that you can’t help but capitalize on, caressing the firm muscle of her upper leg as you sink onto the bed together.

From the moment that you’re on top of Chungha, she seizes control. It’s something you’re used to, but tonight, it’s exacerbated so greatly that you’re almost taken aback. Her kisses are fevered and wild, led by furious lips and teeth, backed by a tongue that wrestles yours into submission right from the start. Her caresses are grasping and desperate, tearing your clothes from your body with an ease so fluid that it feels rehearsed. Luckily she allows you to do the same, providing a pseudo give-and-take, one in which it remains obvious that she’s in complete control. Her dress requires less time to remove - there are, surprisingly, fewer separate pieces to it than your suit - and by the time she’s fully naked, you’re merely down to your underwear and socks.

Chungha lays beneath you, arms stretched out above her head, hair splayed out across the sheets. The blush painting her cheeks has intensified, a fertile, peachy pink on the alabaster of her defined cheekbones. Swallowing, you behold her magnificent form. Drinking in the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the stiff, chocolate-colored peaks of her nipples. From behind, you feel her toe running against your leg, tracing a gentle path that brings sparks of numbness to your nerves.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, peering further down at the enticing cup of her navel, the hard lines of her abdomen. “God, you’re perfect.”

Chungha grabs you beneath the chin, forcibly returning your gaze to her face. 

“Then unzip those pants and fuck me, my love,” she hisses, legs folding around you, her hands grabbing at either side of your head. Imploring you to look into the hungry, dark depths of her eyes. “I need you.”

With a frantic, trembling hand, you reach down and undo your belt, tossing it aside so you can get to your zipper. Owing to Chungha’s renewed assault on your mouth, undoing it ends up taking far more time and effort than you thought it would. You take a short break in between to caress Chungha’s center, appalled at the volume of her nectar. Though it was apparent from her actions, feeling the effects of her arousal makes your cock ache with want.

Chungha sucks in a sharp breath as you continue running your fingers up and down the velvety folds of her core. She squeals when you spread her lips, moaning when you brush against the firm, hidden bud between them. As that moan fades, another follows it close behind, protracted now as you slip into Chungha’s tight hole. Her walls clench rhythmically, yielding to your strokes with ease, becoming pliant enough to fit both your index and pointer finger. Nails dig into the flesh of your back as you rub against that rugged spot on the inner aspect of her pussy, inhales coming harsh and fast as the yearning of your own desire overcomes you.

Though fingering Chungha is a favorite pastime of yours - particularly on this night, when her pussy is so wet that you fear it’s staining the sheets already - you can’t deny the yearning stiffness in your cock. And so you retract your fingers, yanking your zipper the remainder of the way down. Chungha seems to sense this movement, and in a flash her hands are down at your hips, pushing against the fabric of your pants, wordlessly pleading with you to finally take them off.

Chungha gets her wish as you kick away both your pants and boxers, tossing them into a distant corner of the room, leaving you only in your socks. With your cock newly freed, you share a frantic kiss with Chungha, gripping the base of your shaft all the while, jerking yourself against the moist velvet of her lips. Rubbing up and down, covering your head in your wife’s delicious nectar.

“God, I missed that big cock,” Chungha whispers through gritted teeth, spreading her legs, affording you some extra room to maneuver. “Hurry up and spread me the fuck out. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

With Chungha’s naughty words comes a hand at the back of your neck, pressing to the sides of it, making you feel lightheaded and giddy. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you shift your hips back, aiming the tip of your cock upward and inward. Though you’re unable to get a good look at what you’re doing, your intimate familiarity with Chungha’s anatomy makes finding her opening an easy task. After less than a second of searching, the wanting head of your cock slides into her pussy, immediately eliciting an amazed, hungry gasp from your wife.

A hissing grunt escapes your lips as you work your way inside of her. Chungha’s always been on the tighter side, and today you feel that more than ever as you stuff inch after inch of your cock into her flexing pussy. Once you’re about halfway in, you’re able to use your hips to guide yourself the rest of the way, allowing you to lower down and press your body against your wife’s. She wraps her arms around you once more, legs folding behind you, chin tucking against your shoulder. You can feel the barely-contained anticipation in her grip, and it’s clear that you’d best not keep her waiting much longer. And so you lay your arms beneath her, holding her as close as possible as you begin to thrust.

Right from the start, Chungha’s moans are already loud enough to fill the room. Her walls flex and relax around you, driven by the slight buck of her hips, matching the apex of your thrusts. Your pelvis smacks against hers with such force that it causes each of her utterances to become stuttered, slowly increasing in frequency until she’s overtaken by momentum. For you, it’s too early to start outright pounding her, but you can tell Chungha wants it; every gesture, every ministration, every tiny movement is focused on you. She clings to you as if for dear life, refusing to release you. Though her ability to speak has been severely hampered by the plunging of your cock in and out of her pussy, she still tries her best. Between each moan she lets out a guttural demand begging you to either go harder, go faster, or both. You can only deny her for long; she’s ravenous in her hunger for you, displaying the sheer strength of her want not only through words but actions. Her mouth attacks your ears, shoulder, and neck, leaving burning teeth marks and tingling love bites. Each time she manages to bring you in for a kiss, her lips are insatiable, quelled only by an increase in the forward momentum of your cock. Her nails dig stinging trails across your upper back, followed by frantic - albeit soothing - palm-led massages that alternate between pain and pleasure. Her legs are locked around you, trapping you there, ensuring that she can have her way with you. As if she’s afraid you’ll try to flee. 

But of course you could never dream of that. Chungha is your beloved, and never had you felt that sentiment more than right then and there. Never had you made love to her like this . Sure, you’d taken more interesting sexual excursions in the past, ones that were wild and flashy and downright filthy. However, tonight there’s a connection between you and your new wife that has never been present before. A galaxy-spanning link that makes every thrust feel like heaven, makes every kiss taste like the finest wine. It’s a blur of sweat and heat, backed by a sweet, sexual symphony.

There’s only a single position change throughout the entire affair, which is a shocking development in comparison to the usual bedroom marathons that you and Chungha tend to engage in. Midway through, just when you feel as if you’re ready to burst, Chungha pulls you out of her, pushes you back, and flips over. She spreads her thighs wide, letting you take your place between them as you gawk at the eye-catching roundness of her ass. Before dipping back into her, you stroke each cheek, pressing into their malleable flesh, even gracing each of them with a few bites for good measure. Normally you’d spend far more time worshiping at the altar that is Kim Chungha’s ass, but the temptation to continue ravaging your beloved proves too strong. Before long you find yourself sliding back into her pussy, lowering yourself now so that you lay atop her. Hooking arms beneath her shoulders, you pick up just where you left off; with powerful, hip-led thrusts that tease completion at the end of each.

Your approaching orgasm increases in proximity with each stroke, driving you to move faster. Below you, Chungha is stiff and tense. Though she’s splayed out on the bed, letting you take her in whatever manner you want, you know what her true desires are. You know that, at the end of this, she’ll get what she wants whether you like it or not. That truth is spelled out not only in her words but her actions. If, for some insane reason, you tried to pull out of her right then, she would do nothing short of kidnapping you in order to reach completion. Perhaps not even orgasmal completion, but something else entirely. Something more primal, more basic, something that she doesn’t announce until you’re hammering away against her lovely ass, grunting and holding her, losing yourself in the succulent scent of her hair, the silkiness of her sweat-slick skin, and the tautness of her raw pussy.

“Fucking cum in me,” Chungha commands, perhaps sensing how close you are. “Cum as deep as you fucking can in my pussy, love.”

Without another choice, you give her what she wants. A final, gasping grunt shoves its way out of your lungs, and you thrust as far into Chungha as you can possibly manage. Your cock quivers with ecstasy as you erupt, filling her womb, clutching her as she cries out for more. Lost in the smoldering sea of post-orgasmal bliss, you continue thrusting, Chungha’s walls constricting around your shaft, working to milk every drop of cum from your cock. She forces you to stay there, taking over by riding your cock as you lay slumped and exhausted against her body. Going until you physically can’t stay inside of her any longer, until your flaccid cock slips right out of her pussy. There, you lean back to catch your breath, rubbing your wife’s ass and using your thumb to play with her still-gaped hole as you do so. 

Though a few drops of semen leak from within Chungha, she quickly orders you to push them back in, even going so far as to flip over and tilt her hips back, using gravity as an aid. The sight of her trying so desperately to take your seed sends shivers up your spine, reigniting the fire in your loins.

Chungha glances at your now half-erect cock, a tired - yet anticipatory - grin flashing across her lips.

“There’d better be gallons more where that came from,” she says, spreading her legs wide for you, inviting you back in. “A whole night’s worth, if you can manage it.”

Without a second of hesitation, you fall into her arms once again, determined to give your new wife exactly what she wants.

 

The Competition (featuring TWICE Mina and Fromis_9 Saerom)

Drunken nights with Myoui Mina were always the best. It was a fact you’d learned early on in your relationship with her. Throughout the two year span of your friends-with-benefits arrangement, you’d been on many sexual excursions and adventures. The list was endless; from frequent threesomes with her pectorally-gifted former boss, to gangbangs in the back of sex shops, to orgies with her seven college roomates, you’d done it all together. And on this particular night, when the liquor was flowing freely and the clock was about to strike two, your hopes are high for another evening of filthy fun. You’re seated on Mina’s bed, head resting on a pillow as she discusses very urgent matters with a friend of hers named Lee Saerom. Though you were half asleep before this, the unexpected turn in conversation has perked you right up, and you listen intently to their debate.

“No, I definitely have a nicer butt.” Mina says indignantly. Today she wears a simple ensemble consisting of a polka-dot sweater and denim jeans. Her silky, jet black hair cascades down her shoulders in waves, still tinged by the moisture of a recent shower. A nondescript set of clothing on a normal woman, made mouthwateringly enticing when applied to a fine creature like Mina. Even without factoring in her perfect body, Mina’s falsely innocent face is enough to carry the entire outfit. 

“Do you know how many times I’ve been complimented on it?” Mina crosses her arms over her chest, accentuating her cleavage.

You’re tempted to reach over and grab a handful of her breasts, to casually massage them mid-conversation, but you hold yourself back. Mostly because you’re not very familiar with her friend yet.

Saerom - who you’d only met on one occasion prior, in the passing at a nightclub - scoffs at that. She’s less than a year Mina’s senior, but there’s a dominating air to her that the younger girl lacks. Rather than demure beauty, Saerom’s visage is marked by a strong jaw and eyes that refuse to give up any secrets. She too is dressed casually, though in a far less reserved manner; the yellow blouse she wears leaves little to the imagination, and her white yoga pants are clearly meant to show off her rear. A rear that, once Saerom stands up and spins around, is displayed promptly and proudly for you and Mina to see.

“Compliments are nothing. You know how many guys and girls I have practically begging to eat my ass?” she says saucily, turning back to look directly at you. Her magnetic stare causes you to stiffen, a sheen of sweat prickling at your forehead.

Mina, however, is clearly unimpressed. She stands as well, taking a spot directly beside her friend, placing a hand on her own hip as she sticks out her ass.

“Well, oppa?” Mina asks, looking at you as well, albeit with a much more intense gaze. “What do you think?”

For a moment you just sit there and stare dumbly, trying to think of a suitable response. Luckily, the five shots of whiskey in your veins granted you a boldness that you otherwise wouldn’t have.

“I think I need to see them more clearly.” you say, taking a sip of your drink, trying to appear as casual as possible. Trying desperately to hide the staccato thud of your heart against your sternum. “I can’t judge when they’re all covered by clothes.”

Both women smirk simultaneously, exchanging a meaningful, knowing glance. It lasts less than a second, and without any hesitation, Mina and Saerom undress for you.

Saerom’s ass is revealed first, as her pants require no unzipping or shimmying to remove. Being the go-getter she is, she drops her panties as well, kicking them away with swift, delicate feet. But you’re barely paying any attention to those; you’re too busy gawking at the sight of her bare butt. It’s round and thick, jiggling slightly as she wags her hips. Each spotless cheek is complemented by the flexing lines of her hamstrings and the powerful columns of her quads.

“Go ahead and touch, oppa,” Saerom says, backing up so that she’s within arm’s length. “Feel how nice it is.”

Mina, who’s somewhat struggling to remove her tight jeans from her calves, lets out a huff of annoyance. You ignore it, though; this was a competition, right? You weren’t supposed to play favorites, even if Mina’s ass had never let you down in the past.

And so you reach over and grab double handfuls of Saerom’s cheeks. Massaging them gently, digging your fingers into them. There’s a soft, tasteful layer of cellulite that covers her muscle. Each press from your hands causes a quake of her skin, so irresistible that you’re compelled to smack her left cheek. You do so with a careful palm, at first, desire blossoming in your gut as you watch her flesh quiver in response.

“Oh!” Saerom says, shooting Mina a smug look. “I think oppa likes it.”

Mina rolls her eyes as you smack Saerom’s ass again, harder now, the sound of its impact echoing throughout the room. As you ready your hand for a third smack, Saerom unexpectedly backs into you. Rather than meeting your palm, her round, firm cheeks surround your face, smothering you between them.

“Not fair,” you hear Mina say as Saerom rubs her ass on you. “He hasn’t even seen my ass yet!”

Ignoring Mina’s protest, Saerom places her hand at the back of your head. “Go ahead, oppa. Eat my ass. I know you want to.”

Inhaling the sharp scent of Saerom’s perfume and sweat, you do just as she says. Grabbing her hips so you can keep her in place, you stick your tongue out, flicking its tip rapidly against the puckered hole between her cheeks. Running up and down, leaving tracks of saliva along the entire cleft of her ass.

“Oppa’s already seen your ass before,” Saerom says - presumably to Mina - giggling slightly as your tongue explores deeper into her asshole. “It’s only fair that I go first.”

Though Mina doesn’t respond, you can practically see her clenched jaw and impatient stance. That doesn’t distract you from eating Saerom’s ass, however, as the older girl grinds heartily against your face. You increase the speed of your tonguing, causing Saerom to a hitched sigh.

“You were right, Mina,” Saerom whispers as you pull back and spread her cheeks, gaping her slightly so you can push a finger into her tight anus. Licking her rim while you finger her causes her words to become stuttered. “He’s fucking amazing at this. It feels so good…”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Mina says abruptly. Apparently, she’s reached her breaking point, either in terms of jealousy, arousal, or a combination of the two. “It’s my turn now.”

Without warning, Saerom’s butt is tugged away from you, replaced by a much more familiar rear. It’s Mina’s, of course, and you’re given less than a second to admire the taut beauty of her cheeks before they’re pressed right up against your face.

Unlike Saerom, Mina bends over right from the start, giving you full access to every inch of her behind. Taking the lead, you lick up and down, getting a brief taste of the delicious nectar of her slit. Though it’s hard to ignore such a treat, the girls are focused on what you think of their asses , not their pussies . That was a contest for another night. So you dive right in, tracing your somewhat sore tongue around Mina’s rim, dipping inside, reveling in her familiar yet lovely flavor.

Mina’s response to having her ass eaten is far more indulgent than Saerom’s; as usual she doesn’t hold back at all, encouraging you not only with moans but with furious, sensual words. Imploring you to go faster, deeper, to smack her ass while you eat it. Nothing new to you, as you’d experienced Mina’s sexual voraciousness many times in the past, but still just as satisfying nonetheless. Though her ass might not have that same thick, bold character that Saerom’s carried, Mina made up for it with her attitude. Flaunting her body without apology, making you feel utterly blessed for having the pleasure of licking, fingering, and caressing her ass.

“Okay, we should try something else,” Saerom announces after a few minutes, taking Mina by the arm and yanking her away from you. You sit there as both women glare at each other, lost in the heat of their ridiculous competition. “Clearly this is getting us nowhere. So I say we test out who’s best in the most accurate way possible.”

Mina cocks an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. “I’m listening.”

Though you have many ideas right then, your brain is unable to settle on any of them. What could Saerom have in mind?

“Whoever can make oppa cum first - using only their ass - wins. How does that sound?” Saerom says, wearing a triumphant smirk.

“Sounds good.” Mina says without a moment’s hesitation. Then she turns to you, simultaneously digging through her nightstand drawer and grabbing a bottle of lube. “Who do you want to try out first?”

Though Mina’s question is certainly loaded - you know she’s expecting you to pick her - you ultimately point at Saerom instead. The older girl lets out an excited squeal of delight, much to Mina’s obvious chagrin.

“I’ve never fucked Saerom in the ass before,” you say apologetically to Mina as Saerom crawls onto the bed beside you, supporting herself on all fours. “We’ve done anal more times than I can count.”

“Sure, whatever,” Mina grumbles, pouring out some lube on her hand. “Spread her cheeks for me so we can get this over with. It won’t take long to prove that I’m better, I’m sure.”

Saerom laughs as you grab each of her soft cheeks, pulling them open so that Mina has easy access. Mina starts by slathering a glob of lube onto Saerom’s asshole, then pushing inside with two fingers. Moving in and out rapidly, fingering her up to the knuckle, loosening her up with surprising quickness.

“This is so hot, Mina,” Saerom groans, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re preparing me to steal your fuckbuddy from you? How sweet.”

“Oh, shut up,” Mina says, stepping back and crawling up beside Saerom. “Oppa, lube my ass up now, too.”

Thankfully, the surreal daze you’re in isn’t strong enough to stop you from taking the bottle of lube from Mina. You stand behind both women, admiring the equally gorgeous shapes of their asses. Though you very badly want to play with them simultaneously, you start with Mina so as not to draw her ire. Adding a healthy layer of lube to the already-drying veneer of spit that you’d left on her asshole, you caress her cheeks as your fingers work in and out of her. Two fingers - index and middle together - has always been her max, and she lets out tiny squeals of pleasure and pain as you stretch her tight rim.

“What’s the matter, Mina?” Saerom asks haughtily. “Can’t handle it?”

Mina clicks her tongue, utters a swift “Shut the fuck up”, then grabs Saerom by the back of her head and forces her into a furious, domineering kiss. The older girl is obviously taken aback, and lets out a muffled sound of resistance as Mina assaults her with swift lips and wicked teeth.

With the two of them distracted by their tongue-battle, you undress your lower half, revealing your balefully hard cock. Applying a coating of lube to it, you stroke yourself several times while getting into position being Saerom. The older woman doesn’t seem to take notice as you part her cheeks with one hand, aiming for her puckered anus with the head of your cock. Mina’s work has proved to be more than sufficient; the second you press your tip to Saerom’s asshole, you’re able to slide inside with minimal resistance. It’s so fast, in fact, that both you and her release gasps of surprise, shocked by the fact that you’re already balls deep in her ass.

“Oh, shit,” Saerom says, parting from Mina, her whole body becoming tense. You can feel it not only in the muscles of her glutes, but her rectum as well; she clenches around your cock in a vice grip. “Fuck, you’re huge…”

“Who can’t handle it now?” Mina says, watching smugly as you start thrusting in and out of her friend’s ass. “I’d like to see you take oppa’s cock like I do.”

Saerom is unable to give any sort of retort, as she’s too busy trying to hold back her moans. Hums of satisfaction leak through her pursed lips, increasing in frequency with every thrust. Her asshole is unbelievably tight, and had it not been for the copious amount of lube that now stains your shaft and pelvis, fucking Saerom might not have been possible at all. As it stands, you’re able to go as hard and fast as you want, the wet smacking of skin on skin sounding out with each stroke. You grab a handful of Saerom’s hair, yanking it back as you smack her ass, making her release a guttural cry of delight. The speed of your thrusts begins to approach that terminal rhythm, and all thoughts of the competition are gone, replaced by a laser-sharp focus on filling Saerom’s ass to the brim. On plunging relentlessly in and out of her, stretching her rim wide, spanking her cheeks until they’re red and-

“That’s enough,” Mina says suddenly, sitting up and grabbing your arm, imploring you to slow down. The rising urge to orgasm fades, though it brings a creeping soreness to your balls that you want to be rid of immediately. “I think it’s my turn now.”

“You can’t stop him now, he’s about to cum!” Saerom gasps. Though she’s clearly overwhelmed, she manages to sound rightfully furious. “Th-that’s not fair!”

Disregarding her friend’s words, Mina lifts her leg and arches it over Saerom’s back, forcing you out of the way. You stand back, watching in awe as Mina lays herself atop Saerom.

“What are you doing?” Saerom asks breathlessly, though she remains in place, likely too confused by Mina’s actions to move.

“Making things easier for oppa.” Mina replies without pause, laying with her chest pressed against Saerom’s back. 

Though both women are roughly the same height, Mina’s arms are longer, allowing her to support herself to some degree. Still, you can tell by the tension in Mina’s thighs that she’s using much of her strength to keep herself up there. 

And so you’re presented with Myoui Mina and Lee Saerom’s asses stacked atop one another, ready for your cock. Two pairs of cheeks glistening in the lowlights of the bedroom, complete with lube-covered holes that make your cock ache with delight.

“Fine then,” Saerom huffs. “He’ll just end up choosing me again, anyway!”

However, deciding that you’ve neglected Mina for long enough, you instead choose to start with the younger girl’s ass. In order to get into the right position, you have to stand on the bed, bending at a slight angle. After working your cock into Mina’s asshole, you manage to find a comfortable spot, one in which you can thrust freely while also avoiding too much strain on your legs. It requires you to support yourself by pressing onto Mina’s back, but she doesn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, it’s not the first time you’ve made a Mina sandwich, albeit this experience happens to be in a very different capacity.

The interior of Mina’s ass is something you’re well-versed in, making it relatively simple to fuck her, even in such a compromised position. Compared to Saerom, Mina takes your cock stoically, backing her ass into you, undoubtedly deriving some of her own pleasure by rubbing her pussy against Saerom. Rather than moaning and writhing, she showers you with praise, complimenting the hardness of your cock and the power of your thrusts. You know very well that it would be easy to finish inside Mina, and you can feel that her efforts are directed toward that. Indeed, the ache in your balls has become borderline unbearable, and your body practically begs you to finish.

But you find that your appetite simply isn’t quelled by Mina alone. So you find yourself switching back and forth, taking turns fucking each of the plump asses you’ve been presented with. To make sure that neither woman feels particularly neglected, you finger them vigorously in between. Saerom appreciates this the most, as it allows for her normally tight rectum to stay pliable while your cock isn’t buried inside of it.

The frequency of your alternation becomes so swift that neither Mina nor Saerom can keep up. Hell, you can barely keep up. The maddening urges reach a point where you’re compelled to thrust once into Mina, pull out immediately, then thrust into Saerom directly afterward. Of course it’s near impossible to maintain that type of speed, but you try your hardest, craving a combination of their unique characteristics, unable to decide on which is best. Apparently, your hormones agree with you as well, as during one of these transitions between Mina and Saerom, the buildup reaches its peak. A slave to your own desires, you stroke you cock to completion, erupting first on Mina’s ass, covering her left cheek in thick rivers of cum. By instinct you then aim your cock downward, milking out the remainder of your load, pressing your tingling tip against Saerom’s asshole.

It isn’t too surprising when Mina removes herself from atop Saerom, disregarding the fact that her ass is covered in cum as she triumphantly points at the older girl.

“I win!”

Saerom scrambles to sit upright, jabbing an accusatory finger at Mina, her blushing face painted with fury. A spatter of semen lands on Mina’s bedsheets, but neither of the women seem to notice.

“No way! Oppa was in my ass last!”

Their back and forth bickering quickly devolves into a heated shouting match. Though you’re completely exhausted from fucking them both, you decide to intervene, ignoring your fluttering eyelids and sore cock.

“I… I think it’s a tie, guys.” you say, holding your hands up to separate them.

“What?” Mina demands, making you flinch as she bends toward you. “No way! I clearly won! You came on me first!”

“Yeah, I did. But…” you say, gesturing toward Saerom. “I was in her ass last.”

Mina crosses her arms stubbornly, jaw set, eyes alight with rage. You’ve seen that demeanor from her many times before. It’s the type of posture that lets you know that she hasn’t gotten her way, and she is extremely unhappy about it.

So you try to give her some kind of consolation, stroking her hair even as her glare bores into you. “But it’s a tie. No one loses.”

“We can’t just leave it at that, though,” Saerom quips, wrapping arms around you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder. “We need to find out who has the better butt!”

An idea comes to you then, one that causes a grin to break out on your face, directly conflicting with the glowering look that Mina continues to give you.

“I guess we’ll just have to have another competition tomorrow night, right?”

Heaven and Hell (featuring ITZY)

Showing up to your first ITZY fanmeet, you had very little expectations for interacting with the girls. You merely wanted to see them in person, listen to their voices, and get their signatures to brag to your friends about. Nothing more, nothing less. Anticipating anything else would just lead you to disappointment. 

In spite of what you’d consider an ironclad constitution, it was hard to ignore the plethora of rumors that had sprung up surrounding fan meetings recently. On various, less savory sites on the internet, Korean fans had been talking about a recent phenomenon that you tried your best not to think about as you sit and watch ITZY’s introduction. That was, of course, the unbelievably doubtable rumor that girl groups had started picking fans out of the crowd and asking them to come back to their dressing rooms. BLACKPINK was the first to invoke these whisperings, followed closely by TWICE, Red Velvet, and even newer groups like Aespa. But even your most astute of Googling skills had failed to find any information about ITZY.

And so you take the experience for what it is, watching the short, intimate performance with wide, innocent eyes. Well, innocent may not be the right word for your gaze. Starstruck, maybe? Somehow the girls are even more captivating in person. They’re wearing a matching set of black outfits, sporting crop tops that display their intimidatingly muscular stomachs and cling tightly to their chests, leaving little to the imagination. This is especially true of the maknae, Yuna, whose leather choker and smokey expressions make her seem far older than she actually is. Each of the girls’ pants are similarly taut, providing mouth-watering views of Chaeryeong’s legendary ass and thighs. Their tops are built similarly, and though the teasing garments are made of taut fabric instead of leather, Lia’s cleavage is uncontainable in its jiggling glory. The overall ensemble aligns completely with Yeji’s aura, adding an extra layer of sauciness to her already exotic, enigmatic demeanor.

Naturally, the one girl you focus on most strongly is Ryujin. That makes perfect sense even without context; she’s been your bias since the group’s debut, and today her well-styled ponytail, confident smirk, and razor-edged jawline are indescribably perfect. Simply put, you can’t keep your eyes off of her.

Particularly when, midway through the group’s performance of “LOCO”, Ryujin makes direct eye contact with you. Your breath catches in your chest, your mouth goes dry, and time seems to slow to a crawl as a dimpled, confident smile breaks out across her face. And when that smile is followed by a swift - yet extremely obvious - wink, you nearly faint. It’s such a surreal moment that you barely recall the rest of the performances, sitting through them in a horny daze, replaying that moment over and over across the crumbling mindscape of your brain.

The fanmeet itself is, at first, comparatively uneventful. Each of the girls are wonderful to interact with, but no more than they were with other fans before and after you. You receive signatures from all of them on your albums and chat with them a bit before moving on. The last in line is Ryujin, who offers you a dazzling smile, making quick, adorable small talk before signing your album. 

However, as you stand to leave, Ryujin reaches over, takes your album by the corner, and taps her signature with the tip of her finger. You glance down at it, freezing in place when you realize that, aside from her signature, there’s a little message attached, complete with a smiley-face added to its end:

“You should check out the back rooms!”

Swallowing hard, you look up at Ryujin, who smirks and casually brushes some hair from the side of her face. Midway through the movement, she jerks her thumb to the side, indicating a hallway behind the stage.

Unable to put the pieces together, you just stand there like an idiot until Ryujin waves goodbye, at which point you hurry off, not wanting to be escorted away by security. Returning to your seat where you just barely avoid peeing your pants, practically midway through an anxiety attack by the time you’ve sat back down. You continuously look at the album cover, at Ryujin’s message scribbled upon it, and wonder if this is all some elaborate joke. You’re torn inside, wondering just what the hell you should do next. Ryujin had clearly directed you to that back hallway, but it’s not like you could just waltz up to it and go down there on your own… right?

After the girls say farewell, you begin to file out with everyone else. The staff all usher you in a specific direction - the opposite of that hallway - and though you cast a forlorn glance back at it, there’s no way for you to push through the crowd and get over there.

That is, of course, until a suit-clad security guard takes you by the elbow and pulls you aside.

“Come with me.”

A rush of relief suffuses you as you’re led around the rest of the crowd, past the stage, and into that distant hallway Ryujin had pointed out earlier. There, the guard guides you down a dimly-lit tunnel filled with boxes and equipment. Toward the end is a single white door, which he knocks on before walking away. Leaving you standing there, clutching your albums, trying your hardest not to vomit as you wonder what or, more specifically, who awaited you behind that door.

Thankfully you don’t have to wait or wonder for long, because you’re soon met with Ryujin’s handsome countenance as she pokes her head out to greet you. With a wordless smile, she ushers you forward, leaving the door ajar before vanishing inside.

You know that if you ended up hesitating for even a moment, you’d never actually go in. So without a single second’s pause, you follow.

There you’re met with a simple dressing room, with a mirrored wall, rolling chairs for the idols, and a couch in the far corner. Naturally, your attention isn’t on the decor but rather the five individuals that occupy the room.

Ryujin and Yuna stand closest to you, the former leaning up against the counter and wearing a smug grin that makes you feel small, makes you want to get down on your knees and kiss her feet. Yuna’s stance is significantly less intimidating, yet there’s a kind of hidden fire to her self-confident stare, a tigress concealed by her kitten-like veneer. Beside the maknae is Yeji, who’s untied her hair since the end of the performance, letting it cascade down her shoulders and back in tastefully messy curls. Her alluring eyes are impossible to read, though her unsure, contemplative lower lip bite gives you small hints at what she’s thinking. Sitting on the couch are Chaeryeong and Lia, who appeared to have been engaged in conversation directly prior to your arrival. They sit close together, glancing furtively at you, their cheeks alight with shy blushes, their movements jittery with either excitement or nervousness, likely a mix of the two.

“Are you guys sure about this?” Yeji asks, glancing back and forth between Ryujin and Yuna, giving the hint that your invitation here was their idea. “I feel like we just set him up for some sort of trap.”

Ryujin lets out a laugh at that, then steps forward and places a hand on your upper arm. Rubbing up and down reassuringly, increasing your desire to please her.

“You could call it that, I guess,” Ryujin says, leaning close to you so that her lips are inches from your ear. “But I don’t hear him complaining. Right, oppa?”

Fighting the powerful thrill that thrums its way up your spine, you can only nod in response.

“Close the door, then, oppa.” Yuna says stepping forward, her bright, toothy grin seeming to grow in response to your obvious shock and disbelief. “And make sure you lock it. We don’t want anyone walking in on us, do we, oppa?”

You do so, turning back just in time to be met by Yuna’s hungry, indulgent kiss. And from there, it’s utter chaos.

You’re lost in a sea of mouths and limbs and insistent hands. Tugged back and forth between all five members of the group, caught in a whirlwind of lust unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. You’re barely able to keep track of yourself at all. One moment you’re sharing a fevered kiss with Ryujin - whose lips are wild and dominating, whose tongue wrestles you into submission - while Yuna unzips your pants. The next, Lia’s tearing your shirt off while Chaeryeong and Yeji attack your newly freed chest. Both women lick and suck on your nipples as, from behind, Ryujin and Yuna work together to yank your pants down to your ankles.

Had you not been so utterly taken aback, so completely floored by the voracious sexual appetite of these seemingly innocent idols, you would’ve been impressed. Had this been planned? Rehearsed, even? How many unsuspecting fans had they ambushed in a dressing room after a meeting?

In any case, the main sentiment on your mind is a shattered, churning mixture of shock, arousal, and fear. There’s a level of primal vulnerability saturating you as you stand, naked and open in front of five of the most beautiful women in the entire world. Your lips are already sore from the repeated, teeth-led kisses, your neck and chest and shoulders marked by bites and scratches.. The occasional hand grips your neck, pressing down on the sides, making you lightheaded, making your knees weak. But the girls don’t let you fall, instead guiding you over to a nearby couch, giggling at you all the while.

As your bare behind touches the soft cushions beneath you, you’re given a break. Breathless and shaking slightly, you watch as Yuna, Yeji, Chaeryeong, Lia, and Ryujin begin to undress. They do so in a gradual, teasing manner. One by one, they approach with their lithe dancer’s steps, bending over to kiss you, to stroke your thighs, to play with your sensitive nipples. Then they peel off their already scant clothing, starting with Yuna. Though she’s the youngest, her movements are as brisk and unapologetic as a stripper’s, tossing her clothing aside in a swirl of fabric and flesh. The others undress in a much less flashy manner; Lia actually seems amused by Yuna’s seductive display, and Chaeryeong’s face is red and full of withheld laughter. But it’s hard to pay much attention to them; your eyes are trained on Yuna’s jaunty movements, on the magnetic smirk on her face, on the extra glimpses of her body that you’re afforded. Ryujin and Yeji come up beside you, wrapping arms around your shoulders, goading your hands to find the supple forms of their breasts.

It’s an insane experience in every regard. Listening to the hitched breaths from Yeji and Ryujin as you grope their taut chests, as you squeeze their hard nipples. Watching Yuna as she strides toward you, her hourglass figure on full display for the entire world to see. Tasting the alternating kisses from Lia and Chaeryeong as they come up behind the couch, grabbing you beneath the chin, craning your neck so their lips can meet yours. You shut your eyes and revel in the wonderful absurdity of it all, in the porn-plot surreality that you’re now freely tumbling through. Indulging in every aspect of it, allowing yourself to be swept away by the relentless tides of lust. 

By then your cock is aching with want, with a desire to be touched. You’re practically squirming in your seat, on the verge of begging for it, knowing that you should keep your mouth shut. If you showed any sign of overt weakness, it’s obvious that they would mock you to no end. Probably tease you until you can’t take it anymore, erupting all over yourself without a single caress or stroke or kiss.

Stilling your thrusting hips to prevent them from giving you away, you run dual trails down Ryujin and Yeji’s torsos, letting your fingers ghost over the muscles of their abdomens, settling between their thighs. Both women open their legs for you, allowing you to slip your hands into the treasures that lay between. Yeji’s is small and tight, covered by an unkempt but short mat of hair. Ryujin’s is wide-lipped and shaved, with a hard rosebud at its top that practically springs out to meet your touch. As you find yourself subjected to the increasingly demanding kisses of Lia and Chaeryeong, you rub up and down across Ryujin and Yeji’s slick pussies, creating a cadence that increases with each pass. Both women moan lavishly in your ears, sounds that are exaggerated yet satisfying, complemented by their grinding hips and clutching fingers. 

But it isn’t long before the rhythm of your ministrations is interrupted by the moment of bliss that you’ve been waiting for. A hand - delicate and light and silk-palmed - wraps around the base of your shaft. Effortfully, you turn away from Chaeryeong’s greedy lips and look down to find Yuna kneeling before you, stroking your cock with indulgent, slow strokes. She wears a bright, broad smile, flashing her perfect teeth as she brushes a few locks of raven-black hair from her forehead. At the end of each stroke she squeezes just below your tip, eliciting a burst of pleasure that makes your hips lurch involuntarily.

“Hey!” Yeji says indignantly, grabbing your wrist and pushing it back between her thighs. “Don’t get distracted, oppa. No playing favorites.”

Ryujin lets out a needy growl of agreement. Though it’s functionally impossible to tear your gaze from Yuna’s, you do manage to make effortful progress with your fingers, rubbing both Ryujin’s and Yeji’s clits in swift circles. A moan from the former girl and a sigh from the latter, indicating that they’re satisfied… for now.

Of course all that changes when Yuna stands up, releasing your pre-cum leaking cock and drawing close. As she lifts her legs to straddle you, Yeji and Ryujin are forced out of the way. Their protests are lost in the wind of how enamored you are, of the electric attention that Yuna’s succulent body commands. You grip hard to the outside of her thighs as she lays a hand on your shoulder, reaching down to take hold of your cock. Like Ryujin, Yuna’s pussy is entirely bald as well, and that makes for a smooth, savory glide as she rubs the head of your cock up and down her soaking slit.

“Our maknae sure is greedy today, hm?”

Chaeryeong comments from somewhere behind you, clearly in much better spirits than her bickering unnies, who now sit forlornly at opposite ends of the couch.

A gasp shoves its way up from your throat as Yuna slides you inside, her soft lips yielding easily despite how swollen your head is. Her arms wrap around your head, almost possessive in the tightness of their hold. You press your face to Yuna’s chest as she begins to ride you, a self-serving rhythm in which she slides her hips back and forth, rubbing her ass on your thighs, working her legs and hips greedily. Her tits smack against your face, and you manage to capture one of her nipples in your mouth, sucking on it as best you can, trying to overcome the fevered motion of Yuna’s grinding.

“Wow, Yuna, I didn’t know you could ride dick like that .” Ryujin says with a laugh. “At this rate, oppa’s gonna cum before any of us can even get a chance to play with him.”

“She learned from the best!” Lia says, reaching over and smacking Yuna’s ass. 

Perhaps encouraged by her unnies’ teasing, Yuna switches to an up and down motion, bracing against your shoulders as she does so. You can’t help but grunt as her walls flex around your cock, the sound of her cheeks hitting your legs echoing throughout the room. She dips her head down to share a frantic kiss with you, an act that for some reason makes Chaeryeong and Ryujin burst into laughter.

“Alright, Yuna,” Yeji says as the maknae switches back to grinding on your cock. “You’ve had your turn.”

Though Yuna is clearly reluctant to obey - continuing to ride you for a few blessed seconds afterward - she does eventually lift herself from your cock. It’s almost a relief, a moment to catch your breath before the girls start having their way with you again.

Ryujin and Lia capitalize on the opportunity soon after, though, and you’re still panting when both women take you by the hand and drag you to your feet.

“Aw, oppa is already tired,” Ryujin says kindly, stroking your upper arm as Lia casually plays with your nipples. “Well let’s give him something that lets him rest a little more, hm?”

There’s a synchronous murmur of agreement amongst the group, and soon you find yourself being led to lay down upon a rug. Ryujin sets a pillow under your head, just in time for your entire world to be eclipsed by Chaeryeong. You manage to get a glimpse of her thick-lipped, unshaven pussy before she’s sitting directly on your face, those shapely cheeks borderline suffocating you with their heft.

Regardless of the potential for suffocation, you’d be a fool not to dip your tongue into Chaeryeong’s soaking slit, to grip hard to her thick thighs and dive in as deeply as you can. She responds by grinding right up against your face, gliding her ass back and forth, displaying those sensual dancing skills that you’ve only ever witnessed on stage. Her movements become more exaggerated with each pass, occasionally giving you a taste of her asshole, making her jolt each time you push your tongue into her rim.

“Oppa’s cock looks lonely, huh?” comes a voice you recognize as Yeji’s. “Maybe I should fix that.”

Without pause you’re met with a few fingers gripping your cock again, then a familiar wetness as Yeji takes your cock next. By the feel of it you suspect that she’s facing the same direction as Chaeryeong, a theory that’s confirmed when you feel Yeji’s hands pressing onto your knees. Her pussy is just as tight as Yuna’s, though Yeji doesn’t immediately start riding at full speed. Rather she engages in sensual flares of her body, letting her ass drag against you with an indulgent cadence, humming along in pleasure as she enjoys the poignant intimacy of a slow grind. It’s the type of sensual ecstasy that you associate with tight embraces and shared exhales in the darkness. Had you not been smothered by Chaeryeong’s ass, you probably would have tried to kiss Yeji. As it was, however, you settled with sloppily dancing your mouth over her groupmate’s increasingly wet pussy.

“Faster, oppa,” Chaeryeong hisses, grabbing hold of the top of your head and holding you in place as she rapidly rubs against your face. “You can do better than that!”

A subservient desire to please her overcomes you immediately, and you ignore your sore tongue, going hard as ever, hooking your arms around her thighs and pressing her against you. Chaeryeong moans in response, leaning forward so that you can more easily access her clit. You aim here, diligently following her motions, rewarded by a series of repeated, high-pitched moans. A bittersweet mix of fluids coats your nose, stings your eyes, and wets your cheeks. The darkness of your shut eyelids leaves you free to imagine the look on Chaeryeong’s face; the ripe blush that covers her pale skin, her parted lips that release those poignant sounds of ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Yeji’s ass slaps hard against you, and her heavy exhales join Chaeryeong’s moans. Having been focused on pleasing Chaeryeong, you’re caught completely off guard by how frankly amazing Yeji’s riding skills are. Her movements are fluid and brisk, without even a hint of awkwardness, your cock securely held in place by her gripping lips.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Chaeryeong cries out, pushing herself against you with such force that it knocks the air from your chest. Startling you so much that you’re unable to continue tonguing her swollen, stiff clit.

But your lack of participation is clearly no matter for her; Chaeryeong grinds against your whole face now, using you as nothing more than an instrument for her pleasure. Covering you from forehead to chin in sweat and nectar. You let out a muffled noise of desperation, head growing light as you’re deprived of oxygen. Still Chaeryeong doesn’t stop, pushing down, making your world grow dim and distant…

You’re unsure of how long you lay there at the mercy of her cheeks, but by the time she releases you, you’re barely aware of what’s going on. From the sensations you feel below, Yeji’s still riding you, and the stimulation from her clenching walls is the first thing you notice. Tucking your chin downward, you can see her round, perky butt as it bobs up and down, the defined muscles in her back winding and unwinding with each thrust, the ends of her hair flying around her head as she reaches back and intertwines her fingers with yours. Barely able to think, you fixate on preventing yourself from cumming, knowing that you still have three other women to please. It’s almost impossible to do so, not without shutting your eyes tight and clenching the muscles in your pelvis and gritting your teeth. Even the mere idea that the Hwang Yeji was riding you nearly sends you spilling over the edge, but thankfully, she cums first.

Unlike Chaeryeong’s gradual build into a moaning finish, Yeji’s orgasm strikes her suddenly. Crashing over her, making her back flex as she cranes her neck back, switching to a mad grind that’s distinct from her slow movements from previous. Her walls clamp down on your shaft without reprieve, legs locking and twitching, a continuous shiver wracking her entire body. And yet she remains mostly silent; only uttering close-mouthed hums, expressing her pleasure though quiet physicality.

Yeji lifts herself off of you when she starts to relax, getting to her feet and stumbling away as you lay your head back against the pillow. You feel your wet cock smack your abdomen as Yeji lets it free, though every sensation and sound is distant now, covered in a pink haze of exhaustion and sex.

Two familiar sets of hands grab your elbows again, and though you’d very much rather stay on the floor, you allow them to help you up.

“Okay, that was pretty impressive,” Lia says, letting out a grunt of exertion as she and Ryujin support nearly all of your weight. “I think you knocked Chaeryeong and Yeji out.”

Barely able to stand, it takes you a second to look over at the couch, where the naked, panting, clearly exhausted couple are splayed out. Their arms are wrapped around each other, legs interlocked, Chaeryeong’s head tucked into Yeji’s chest.

“We’re not knocked out,” Chaeryeong mumbles in weak protest. “Just… resting…”

Ryujin reaches out a hand and slaps Yeji on the butt, making her flesh jiggle as she lets out a mewling, indignant yelp.

“Well, you guys have to rest somewhere else. Oppa needs to use the couch.”

In your limp daze, you merely wait as a grumbling Yeji drags Chaeryeong off the couch, moving instead to take up the rug that you’d been lying on before. They don’t seem to mind being on the floor at all, and return to their nude cuddling without issue.

“I hope you’re nice and flexible, oppa,” Lia says, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Because this is me and Ryujin’s favorite position.”

Ryujin and Lia then toss you onto the couch where Yuna - who’d been mysteriously absent by this point -  comes up from behind. Before you can even ask what’s going on, Ryujin and Lia are grabbing one of your ankles each, pulling your legs up high, so high that they reach the level of your head. Though the position isn’t uncomfortable, you know there’s no way that you’ll be able to keep your legs up like that for any length of time.

Apparently, however, the girls have thought this through. As Lia and Ryujin release your ankles, Yuna takes over, holding them in place, allowing her group mates easy access to your cock. You feel completely exposed, totally vulnerable, your entire lower half on display for these beautiful ladies before you.

That sentiment is increased tenfold when Ryujin and Lia strip themselves naked, the former woman eagerly approaching you while Yuna nibbles on the cup of your ear. You’re met with Ryujin’s smug, handsome smile as she grabs your cock, spreading her legs so that she has free access to it. An upside-down kiss from Yuna distracts you momentarily, though you can feel the pressure of Ryujin’s knees pressing to either side of your ass as she takes you in.

“Fuck, your cock feels so good,” Ryujin hisses, cupping your face, pressing her thumbs into your cheeks, stealing you from Yuna. “Have you ever been fucked like this before?”

You open your mouth to answer when the undeniably wet warmth of a tongue brushes against your balls. That talented tongue flicks up and down, meeting the base of your shaft - and likely the outside of Ryujin’s pussy - before dipping back down to grace your sensitive skin again. With a hot, heart-lurching wave of shock, you realize that Lia must be down there, licking your balls while Ryujin fucks you.

“N-no,” you say shakily as Ryujin begins her turn at riding you. “But it feels good.”

“Yeah?” Ryujin asks, grabbing onto your neck with one hand, using the other to rub all over your chest and shoulders. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

Overwhelmed by stimulation, you merely nod, letting out a choked gasp as Ryujin pushes down on the sides of your neck. Her hip flares are composed mainly of brisk thrusts, making your whole body quiver, making your very soul feel as if it’s being dominated by this sex goddess before you.

“Then thank me,” Ryujin continues, tone even and deadly despite how hard she’s ramming into you. “Say thank you like a good boy.”

Swallowing hard, looking Ryujin right in her fiery eyes, you manage to squeak out a weak word of thanks. Of course it isn’t enough for Ryujin, who responds by thrusting faster, taking her hand off of your neck and holding onto your shoulders. Digging her nails into them, sending bursts of sickly satisfying pain all throughout your back. Down below, Lia’s given up on her masterful tongue work, likely too worried about being smacked in the face by Ryujin’s ass.

“Say it like you mean it.” Ryujin demands, pressing her forehead to yours. Though Yuna’s still holding onto your legs, at that moment it feels as though you and Ryujin are the only ones in the world. As if your sole purpose is to service her, to ensure that she gets the pleasure that she wants, the pleasure that she deserves. For Ryujin, you’re nothing more than a toy, a plaything for her amusement.

And you love every second of it.

“Come on. Don’t disappoint me.”

“Thank you!” you sputter out, squirming, desperately trying to prevent yourself from cumming.

But Ryujin still isn’t satisfied. With a strong hand on your chest and another on your throat, she keeps you in place, thrusting so fast that it’s almost painful.

“Open your mouth,” Ryujin hisses, her face flushed with exertion, her pussy constricting your cock. “Right now.”

You’ve no choice but to obey, and though you aren’t surprised when Ryujin pauses to spit directly into your mouth, it doesn’t make the sensation any better. Yuna even lets out a mock gag from behind, and though it’s hard to focus on anything but Ryujin, you think you hear Chaeryoung letting out a girly, squeamish “Gross!”.

Ryujin pays them no mind, keeping her gaze trained right on you. Thrusting her fastest, breathing shallowly and harshly as she approaches orgasm.

“Swallow.”

You do just that, letting her spit slide down your throat, wincing in disgust yet somehow craving more. Apparently the sight of you swallowing her saliva is enough to bring Ryujin to her peak. She thrusts harder still, kissing you fiercely, moaning right in your mouth as she uses your cock to her liking. Dominating your tongue, stealing the air right from your lungs, preventing you from doing anything aside from submitting to her. 

Then it’s over, and Yuna lets your cramped legs return to a normal position. You remain slumped on the couch, panting like a dog in heat, unable to do anything but stare as Yuna and Lia drop to their knees between your legs, replacing Ryujin.

“Please…” you mutter, totally unable to articulate yourself, yet knowing that you got your point across when Lia and Yuna both give you sympathetic looks.

“It’s okay, oppa,” Yuna says soothingly, running her fingers along your balls while Lia’s lips meet your half-numb cock. “Just relax now. We’ll take great care of you.”

Relief suffuses you as Yuna and Lia give you a tandem blowjob. Taking turns, they suck you with careful slowness, the perfect treatment for your sore, throbbing cock. Their mouths are soft and warm, and neither of them are shy about providing plenty of lubrication in the form of spit. The beautifully messy affair only becomes more complicated as Yeji and Chaeryeong join in, with Ryujin taking a seat beside you on the couch, resting her head on your shoulder and giving you a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

“It’s okay, oppa,” she whispers soothingly, gesturing downward to Yeji, who’s currently sucking on the tip of your cock. “You can cum. Go ahead, cum for us. Cum right into Yeji’s mouth. You deserve it.”

With a shuddering, quaking gasp, you do just that. Your hips thrust involuntarily, your entire body growing tense as the sweet, syrupy tsunami of an orgasm overcomes you. Yeji continues to suck and stroke you, showing no sign that she’s even noticed the undoubtedly massive load you’ve emptied into her mouth. She makes sure to milk every last drop out before pulling back, sticking her tongue out to reveal that it’s full of thick, frothy semen.

You vaguely wonder whether she’s about to spit or swallow when Chaeryeong dives in, pulling Yeji in for a kiss. To your amazement they trade your load back and forth, tongues lashing together crazily, holding each other like lovers. Yuna comes in next, licking the extra drops of cum from Chaeryeong’s chin before kissing her, then immediately passing it on to Lia. To your surprise, Ryujin joins in on the snowballing as well, taking your cum directly from Lia’s mouth before gulping it down with an audible, indulgent swallow.

Afterward, all five girls join you on the couch, cramming themselves in close, encapsulating you in an ocean of hands and legs and hair. Laying you down so that your head rests on Ryujin’s thighs, massaging you all over, kissing your thighs and toes and chest. Compared to the rough way they’d treated you before, this was absolute heaven. Finally given the chance to relax, you feel your eyelids fluttering shut, and the urge to cuddle into Ryujin’s lap is too strong to resist.

“You did so well, oppa,” Ryujin says, giving you a comforting smile, stroking your hair. “We’ll have to do this again very soon.”

A Blast from the Past (featuring Seunghee of Oh My Girl)

“Seunghee… is that you?”

The words leave your lips before you can stop them. Several of your classmates turn to you, expressions ranging from curious to annoyed. You feel your cheeks heating up from embarrassment, but that sentiment briskly fades when you see Seunghee’s smile. Though you were unsure before - it had been more than two years since you’d last seen each other - that smile is answer enough. 

Seunghee runs up the steps at the center of the lecture hall, an excited squeak flying from her lips as she holds her arms out for a hug. Straw-colored hair flies behind her, obscuring your vision as she snatches you into an embrace. Nostalgic reflections flash out within your head, scents of strawberry perfume and sounds of carefree laughter, and you hug her back, enjoying the feel of her slim waist in your arms.

“I didn’t know you were in this class!” she exclaims, loud enough that you guys get a couple of sideways looks. “I didn’t know you went to this university !”

With an awkward chuckle, you direct her to the back of the lecture hall. This particular class is pretty large, so you manage to find a spot far enough away from everyone else that your conversation won’t be too distracting. Though the professor hasn’t arrived yet, you’re sure he wouldn’t appreciate you and Seunghee catching up in the middle of his lecture. Especially on the first day of class.

“I actually just transferred here,” you say as Seunghee takes the seat next to you. She’s as beautiful as the day you last saw her, if not more. Her pale face and luscious lips are the same, though the dyed hair is new, and there’s a maturity in the hard outline of her cheekbones that hadn’t been there two years ago. “It’s… a long story.”

Seunghee’s eyes light up with renewed interest, and you can’t help but put on a starstruck grin. As if she’s put one-hundred percent of her attention on you, and that nothing else in the universe mattered aside from what you have to say.

“Then you’ll have to tell me sometime,” Seunghee lounged out in her seat, knees dangling over the armrest, a classic position of hers that she’d been reprimanded for many times in the past. You’re glad to see that her habits haven’t changed one bit. “Maybe after class tonight. I missed you, you know.”

Guilt and regret strike your heart immediately at that, and you find it difficult to look directly at her when you respond. The casual way she speaks somehow makes it even harder.

“I missed you, too,” you say softly, thinking of the last day you saw each other. The laughter, the tears. The kiss, the aftermath. The ignored calls, the unanswered texts. “I didn’t even think you were still in the country.”

Seunghee isn’t looking at you now; she’s staring forward at the lecture podium. Her expression is probably supposed to be neutral, but you can see the tiny frown lines at the corners of her lips, the tightness around her eyes.

“I came back. After six months. I tried to tell you.” she says icily, reaching over to her backpack and pulling out her notebook, slamming it onto her desk with much more force than was necessary.

You search within yourself then, thinking hard, trying to come up with something to say. But what excuse do you have? That you were young and stupid and selfish? That you’d gotten mad over something that you should have had no say in?

“Seunghee,” you say, reaching over to touch her arm. To your relief, she doesn’t flinch away. She still isn’t looking at you, though. “About that day…”

The professor enters the lecture hall then, easily identifiable by the fact that he’s the only one wearing a suit and tie. He hurries up to the podium and sets his laptop bag down.

Seunghee lifts her hand, stopping you from continuing.

“We can talk about this after class. Are you free tonight?”

Technically, you aren’t, but the plans you have aren’t nearly important enough to warrant missing an opportunity to reconnect with your former best friend. The former love of your life. So you nod as the professor introduces himself, his reedy voice amplified by the microphone he wears.

“Meet me at my apartment at seven tonight,” Seunghee scribbles down her address on a piece of paper and slides it your way. “We can talk then.”

“Sounds like a plan.” you say, because it’s all you can manage as you slip that piece of paper into your wallet and turn to listen to the lecture.

Seunghee doesn’t speak with you for the rest of class, hurrying out of the hall directly after, vanishing like a spectre in the wind.

***

Seunghee’s apartment is on the opposite side of campus, in a high rise building at the very center of the city. It’s usually a short bus ride from your dorm, though the wintry weather slows things down considerably, and you curse yourself for not taking down her number. Not that you really had a chance to, anyway.

When you eventually get to her place - past an overly questioning doorman and several floors on a very slow elevator - it’s already quarter past seven. Seunghee opens the door two seconds after your first knock. She’s wearing casual clothes - a white T-shirt and pajama pants, her straw-colored hair done into twin pigtails at the sides of her head - which, if anything, only makes her look prettier.

“I thought you weren’t going to show up.” she says, and though you can tell she’s trying to keep her voice level, there’s a slight crack in it, a hint of that same pain from two years ago. All you want to do is hold her close and stroke her hair and apologize, but you can’t. You aren’t nearly strong enough to do that.

“I took the bus,” you say weakly. “There was a lot of traffic because of the snow…”

Seunghee just nods and holds the door open to let you in. Her apartment is much larger than your dorm, decorated in a much nicer manner, and overall outfitted with appliances that you could never dream of buying. She offers you a seat on the couch, which you accept, sitting stiffly and awkwardly.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asks, walking behind the counter that separates the kitchen and living room. “Corona still your favorite?”

“Yeah, sure. Corona’s fine. Thank you.”

Seunghee grabs two bottles, pops them open, and brings them over to the living room. She hands you one, then holds up her own.

“To seeing each other again after all this time.” she says cryptically, clinking the neck of her bottle against your own.

You nod and drink to that. The light taste of Corona evokes memories of that summer, but you shove them down. You need to focus on the present.

“I have to apologize,” you say immediately, looking up at Seunghee, forcing yourself to make direct eye contact with her. “For two years ago. When you told me you were leaving…”

“When you left me , you mean?” Seunghee demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

The venom in her voice makes you flinch, but can’t you argue with her. She’s right, after all.

“I shouldn’t have done that. It was unfair to you. After the first few months, I really did regret it,” you say, recalling the loneliness, the heartache. The constant dwelling on what could have been. “But by then I figured you were in Korea, and that you’d moved on. And you probably hated me, anyway. Which I wouldn’t blame you for.”

Seunghee relaxes slightly and takes a seat beside you on the couch. Close enough for you to wrap your arm around her shoulders like you used to, but you don’t dare try. As much as you want to.

“No. I didn’t hate you,” she says. “I missed you more than anything else in the world. And I tried so hard to tell you that. But I couldn’t get in contact with you.”

“Fuck,” you mutter, letting your face fall into your hands as the full weight of your mistakes crash down upon your shoulders. “How could I have been so dumb?”

“You were dumb. You broke my heart,” Seunghee says, and though you can’t see her face, you can hear the pointed edge to her voice, and it makes you wince. When she continues, however, that edge blunts, becoming softer. “But you were also young, and so was I. Running away to Korea was a bad idea, and it’s the main reason that I’m back now.”

So there it is. The explanation for her presence back in the country. You look up, wipe the accumulated moisture from beneath your eyes, and meet Seunghee’s gaze. There’s a visceral pain there, further reflections of a tortured past. Insecurities that had only become apparent to you as you grew older. Insidious wounds that you know could have been healed long ago.

“That’s why you’re back…” you say, standing, forgetting about your own woes. Seunghee huddles her limbs close, crossing her arms and bringing her feet together as if to make herself as small as possible. “I didn’t mean to put you through all these things at the same time. I can’t excuse cutting you off for wanting to pursue your dreams, because at the end of the day, it wasn’t right. It was selfish and stupid. Even though I was young… it was a terrible, selfish decision. I should’ve thought about you more. You were my best friend. I shouldn’t have treated you that way.”

A pair of tears shimmer on Seunghee’s cheeks, and after a moment’s deliberation you reach over and use the pad of your thumb to wipe them away. She smiles, takes your hand in hers, and holds it against her face. Nuzzling her cheek into it, shutting her eyes. The warmth of her skin reminds you of the last time you’d seen each other. Of a shattered past, a distant memory. 

“I’m determined to make things better,” you whisper, caressing her face, stroking her hair. “To pick up where we left off.”

Seunghee opens her eyes, meeting yours. There’s no sadness left in her stare, only that same enamored ardor you saw earlier, that loving gaze that’s been haunting your dreams for the past two years.

“Of course I want to. You know I could never say no to you. As much as I wanted to, sometimes.”

Your mind doesn’t know how to answer that, but your body does. You cup her chin, tilt it upward, and kiss Seunghee. You remember the feeling of her lips vividly, and as soon as they’re pressed to yours, it’s as if you’re back in high school. Standing in the school parking lot, hiding between your cars, twin trails of tears mingling at you share your first - and, from what you’d thought back then - last kiss.

Seunghee deepens the kiss, opening your lips, her warm breath filling your mouth and throat. She hums against you, and you feel her gripping your hands, trailing up to your shoulders, draping her arms around your shoulders. Your tongues meet briefly, just the tips, a whisper of a sensation that leaves you craving more.

Seunghee, ever the playful tease, pulls back from you then, but remains in your arms. There’s a goofy grin on her face, radiant and youthful, an expression that you feel she hasn’t worn in a long while.

“Just like back in high school, huh?” you say, running your hands over the small of Seunghee’s back. “I should’ve worn my uniform. I remember how cute you used to look in yours.”

Seunghee bites her bottom lip, then prances out of your arms. “One second!”

With that, she skips away and vanishes into her bedroom. You stand there awkwardly, thinking about just how flighty Seunghee could be sometimes. One second she’s hating you for ghosting her for two years, the next she’s kissing you fiercely and smiling like a schoolgirl. 

Regardless, you don’t let yourself forget that you’re to blame here, and it’s your job to make it better. To pick up from where you left off. To prevent her from hurting like that ever again.

Seunghee returns after a much longer period of time than you expect her to, but as soon as you see her, you completely forget about the wait. Because, to your pleasant surprise, she’s wearing the exact schoolgirl outfit you’d mentioned. Her hair is still in those twin pigtails at the sides of her head, long and straight so that they end at her mid-chest. The white blouse she wears hugs her torso well. The lace bow at her collar wasn’t technically part of the uniform, but she’d been permitted to wear it regardless. Her high-waisted skirt is adorned with a blue check-mark pattern, its hem ending just at the mid-thigh, showing off her smooth, creamy legs. Just below she wears socks that end above her knees. She poses cutely for you, twirling her hair around her fingers and regarding you with a diminutive gaze that oozes a desire for approval.

The entire ensemble is adorable. Maybe your memory has been slightly eroded by the passage of time, but you think that, somehow, she might look even better now than she used to. You remember the naughty, embarrassing teenage fantasies you had of making love to her in that outfit. With a jolt, you wonder if maybe, just perhaps , you’ll be able to make that distant dream into a reality tonight.

“What do you think?” she asked, twirling around, lifting the hem of her skirt slightly as she does so, her pigtails a straw-colored blur around her head. “Do I look good?”

The way Seunghee asks you the question - with a combination of teasing and vulnerability - is familiar. It’s the same intonation that she used to use when you guys were growing up. An intonation that contains hidden questions, insecurities that were plaguing her. She’d wanted to be an idol, after all, and wasn’t the very foundation of idol culture based on physical beauty and feminineness?

You walk toward her slowly, never breaking eye contact as you wrap your arm around her lower back, as you stroke a few stray strands of hair from her forehead and face. 

“You look absolutely beautiful,” you whisper, “As perfect as always.”

You only catch a glimpse of the radiance that flashes over her face in response, because by then she’s already kissing you fiercely. Picking up right where you left off with your first kiss, tongues entangled in a contemplative dance, a swaying waltz that meets your hips. You pull against her body, guiding her backwards. Seunghee follows with smooth, shuffling steps, her arms clutching at your shoulder blades as if she’s afraid to let go. As if the moment she loosens her grip, you’ll be gone forever.

“I forgot how big your hands are,” she whispers as you settle onto the couch, as she spreads her legs and straddles you. The weight of her presses to your groin, and you feel her starting to twitch and rub against you. “And how strong your arms are.”

You reach up her back and run a finger down her spine. Though your touch is obstructed by her thin blouse, it’s enough to make her shudder in your arms.

“Remember that time we went on that beach trip senior year, and Yooa kept flirting with you?” Seunghee asks casually, running her fingers through your hair, slyly increasing the speed at which she drags her pelvis against yours. “I was so jealous…”

Though you smile fondly at the memory - of Seunghee’s unexplained anger, of how naive you were that you hadn’t figured it out by then - you can practically feel the sadness that lies just beneath her words.

“You compared yourself to others so much back then,” you say, placing a hand upon Seunghee’s thigh, running up and down, pressing into the tender sleekness of her skin. “You were so unfair to yourself.”

“How could I not be?” Seunghee asks, biting her lip and looking away. The movement of her hips stops, and her hands go limp at the back of your head. “When everyone I knew had a crush on you. When they all had a better chance of being with you than I did…”

You feel moderately ashamed at her words, and find yourself unable to think of something to comfort her. Seunghee already knows what happened between you and Yooa that night.

“There’s a reason I didn’t end up with any of them.” you say, hands finally breaching the hem of her skirt, settling onto her panty-covered cheeks. 

“What’s the reason?” she asks, pulling back a bit so she can look at you in full. Her eyes are filled with furtive hope.

“Because I had a crush on you , Seunghee.” you say, leaning closer. “I was just way too much of a pussy to actually tell you. And by the time I built up the courage…”

“It was too late.” Seunghee finishes for you, shutting her eyes.

“I’ll make up for it,” you say as she tilts her head to the side, moving toward you. “For all that lost time. For all those lost moments.”

Another kiss, frenzied now, saturated by lust. Though you want to continue groping her legs and butt, you move upwards instead, using deft fingers to unbutton her blouse. She doesn’t resist, though you somewhat expect her to; back in high school, Seunghee’s biggest concern had been the size of her breasts. And you can palpate that vulnerability with each opened button, as more and more of her cute cleavage is revealed. At the fourth button you realize that she isn’t wearing a bra, and you feel yourself stiffening even further.

“W-wait,” Seunghee says hesitantly, placing a hand over yours as you reach the fifth. “What if you don’t-”

Without a word of explanation, you yank her blouse open, revealing toffee-colored nipples set in a pair of small but perky breasts. She lets out a tiny yelp, one that melts into a moan as your mouth closes around her right breast. Seunghee’s hands press hard to the back of your head, borderline scratching you with her nails as you lick and suck and bite down on the tiny nub of her nipple. Simultaneously, you return your hands to her thighs, groping them hard before once again settling onto the curve of her ass.

“I do,” you whisper, switching to her left, running your tongue in a circle around her hard nipple. “I love your tits, Seunghee. I love your body. I love you.”

Seunghee hisses at that, letting out a shuddering moan of ecstasy, caressing and kissing the top of your head as you suck on her tits. Together you lean over so that you’re laying on the couch, Seunghee beneath you. Though there’s not much room to maneuver, you manage to make it work, finding a sweet spot where you’re able to continue your assault on Seunghee’s tits while also teasing at the inner aspect of her thighs.

“I love you too, oppa,” Seunghee murmurs between her whimpers, breath hitching as your fingers ghost against the shockingly warm front of her panties. “More than you’ll ever know.”

You smile against her skin, pulling her panties aside to reveal her soaking pussy. Her lips are slick with moisture, leaving thick residue on your hand as you stroke them. Seunghee continues to whine repeatedly, then squeals as you part her lips and settle a finger on the small sphere of her clit.

Seunghee grabs your chin and tilts your face upward, preventing you from continuing to suck on her tits. “I want your cock so bad. I’ve wanted it for so long. I need it.”

You’re glad to oblige, and without a word you grab her hand and settle it onto your pants. Together you stand, and the following minute or so consists of a series of rapid, frantic movements. With some help, Seunghee manages to tear off the majority of your clothing. Starting with your jeans, which end up in a pile on the floor. Then your shirt, leaving you only in a tight pair of briefs, ones that barely hide the outline of your hard cock inside. An outline that Seunghee’s palm pushes against as she stares at you, as she uses her other hand to rub your nipples, arms, and shoulders.

“I’ve always wanted to do this to you,” she whispers, gawking at you, a schoolgirl who’s about to receive the ultimate reward from her teacher. “You’re so hot.”

You pull her skirt down then, and she shimmies her hips so that it drops directly to her ankles. Rather than letting her remain in her stained white panties for any longer, you tear those off as well, and Seunghee stands completely naked before you. Her shaved pussy is soft and hot to your touch, and she cranes her neck back in ecstasy as you slide a finger inside. Seunghee’s interior is snug and slick, its walls clenching around your finger with tantalizing tightness. You push up and down, back and forth, beckoning forward several times. Carefully watching her reactions, listening to the volume of her moans, the tremble of her body, the blush in her face.

Seunghee returns the favor, shakily pulling down your underwear to reveal your cock. You know you’re not the most well-endowed on the planet, but she fondles you lovingly regardless, squeezing just beneath the tip of your cock at the apex of each stroke. You can’t help but lurch your hips forward, and your shared, parallel ministrations turn into a competition of sorts. A contest to see who can make the other flinch the most, who can disrupt the other’s tempo most efficiently. You employ various techniques in order to do so, slapping her ass several times, tweaking her nipples with rough intensity, pressing down on the sides of her neck to choke her a bit. She fights back with unexpected nipple bites, brushes on the inside of your thigh, and even a naughty finger that manages to make its way half an inch into your asshole before you ward her off with a swipe of her clit.

“Oh god dammit,” Seunghee says through gritted teeth as you grope a handful of her tits. “Just fuck me already. Fill me up with your cock.”

Your pulse crashes in your ears as Seunghee parts from you, dropping to all fours on the couch so that her bare ass is presented to you. Without pause, you follow, spreading your legs so that you have a good angle on her. Before fulfilling her wishes, however, you press your face directly to her ass and begin eating her vigorously. Seunghee lets out a crooning, slightly surprised moan as you spread her cheeks, shutting your eyes as you lick the sweet nectar from her lips. She grinds her ass on your face, following your tongue as it alternates between flicking her clit and penetrating her slit. Within seconds, a combination of your spit and Seunghee’s delicious natural juices covers your chin and the corners of your mouth.

After both you and Seunghee have had your fill - when she’s shaking from overstimulation and you’re panting from breathlessness - you straighten and spread your legs around her. Grabbing hold of your cock, you slide your shaft over Seunghee’s pussy, barely able to contain your excitement and its hot wetness graces your skin. It’s a sensation you’ve only ever imagined, one that’s a thousand times better than any late night, shameful masturbation session.

A thrill of goosebumps dances from the base of your spine to the top of your head as you press the tip of your cock to her pussy. Seunghee reaches back and spreads her ass further for you, allowing you extra room to slide inside her. Her pussy clenches hard as you push in, too eager to allow for a gradual entry, grunting when you enter her fully.

“Fuck, fuck,” she huffs, arching her back spasmodically as you begin to thrust, each pass growing in speed as the intense need to ravage your beautiful best friend overcomes you. “Your cock feels so good !”

You reach up and grab both of Seunghee’s pigtails, tugging them so that her neck cranes back as you smack her ass. The flesh jiggles beneath your palm as you fuck her, matching the tempo with your thrusts, creating a cacophony of flesh striking flesh that fills Seunghee’s entire apartment.

Seunghee grits her teeth, squealing as you continue to spank her relentlessly, leaving her with a pair of reddened, sensitive cheeks. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Harder!”

With no choice but to oblige, you release her hair and press both your hands against her cheeks, using her ass for leverage as you go your hardest. Nailing her at an unsustainably fast pace, ensuring to go as deep as you can, stretching her walls with all the force you can manage. Seunghee buries her face in a nearby throw pillow, muffling her moans, her borderline screams as you make furious, heated love to her. Sweat pours down your forehead and your muscles ache, but you feel as though you can do this forever. Listening to her moans, to her dirty words, to the way she begs you for more. Revelling in the pulsing spasms of her pussy around your hard cock.

Before you know it, however, you’ve reached the end of your stamina. You can feel the orgasm beginning to rip its way through you, but you tighten the muscles in your perineum and pull out of Seunghee’s undoubtedly sore pussy. Exhausted as she is, she still manages to understand what’s about to happen, and drops to her knees on the carpeted floor. She’s panting and red-faced, but still manages to put on a smile as you approach, jerking your cock as you tilt her face upwards.

The release comes hot and fast. Though you’re grunting and shaking, you force yourself to watch the spectacle of covering Seunghee in your cum. The largest parts of your load land on her cheeks and nose, with one particularly powerful shot streaking across her eyelid. She lets out a flustered yelp, placing her hands on her thighs as you continue to jerk yourself. Heavy drops of cum fall from your head, landing on her tits and collarbone, running down her chest in thick streams. You’re almost appalled by the sheer size of the load you’d unleashed; even as you slow your strokes, cum continues to dribble out, thin and light but still higher in volume than you can ever recall releasing before.

But you don’t have much opportunity to think about that, as she leans forward and seals her lips around the head of your cock. You gasp as she sucks on it, using her hand to stroke you directly into her mouth, draining every remaining drop from your cock. You can feel her swallowing it down, drinking it without a single complaint, humming against you, sending vibrations all along your length. 

Your knees weaken, and it’s a struggle to stand up, so much so that you’re relieved when she finally lets you go. You collapse backward onto the couch, breathless and grinning stupidly.

Seunghee stands up, her pretty face dripping with your cum, her cute tits spattered in your seed. She keeps her right eyelid shut, glued as it is by the thick, sticky fluid.

Barely able to speak, you manage to whisper out a low, barely audible sentence:

“How do you manage to look so beautiful, even when you’re completely ruined like this?”

Seunghee’s resulting smile is the most gorgeous thing you’ve seen in two years.

A Blast from the Past, Pt. 2 (featuring Yooa of Oh My Girl)

The light of the bonfire fades into the distance, giving way to a calming darkness that surrounds you from all sides. A harsh ocean wind bites at the exposed skin of your legs and arms, but the warm hand that clutches yours offers some reprieve. Before you, half-dragging, half-leading you onward, is Yoo Si-ah. Or, as everyone calls her, Yooa. You’re still marveling at the fact that she’s wearing only a bikini. It’s barely June, and though the weather is certainly nice, there’s still a strong chill in the air. Especially since you’re right on the beach.

That creepy part of you, the one that you try your hardest not to address, is very satisfied with the way her legs and butt look in that bikini. Doubly so, watching their sand-speckled forms flash at the start of each of her steps.

“How far is it?” you ask, glancing back, surprised at how far away the rest of your classmates are. You wonder if Seunghee noticed your absence; for some reason, she seemed sort of sad tonight. “I hope no one notices that we’re gone…”

“It won’t be long, I promise,” Yooa replies offhandedly without turning around. “We’re pretty much already there.”

You don’t question her, because you know that your refusal wouldn’t matter anyway. Yooa had a reputation around school for always getting what she wanted. And, for some reason, tonight that includes bringing you to some weird cave at the edge of the beach. So you merely follow as she leads you along, taking a sudden turn toward the cliffside. There, she whips out her phone flashlight, revealing a thin crack in the rock, barely large enough for one of you to fit through.

“You sure about this?” you ask as she releases your hand, moving toward the opening. “Seems too small.”

Yooa turns to you and flashes a devilish smile, the kind that starkly contrasts her innocent features. It’s an expression that makes your breath catch for a moment; she’s easily in the top ten prettiest girls you know. Besides Seunghee, of course, and she was your best friend, so it’s not like you could ever tell her that anyway.

Yooa places her hand on your upper arm, rubbing up and down in a way that sends goosebumps all along the flesh there, eliciting a shiver that has nothing to do with the breeze.

“Just follow me.”

In a flash she’s gone, her slim frame allowing her to slip between the rocks without any issue.

You hesitate for a second before attempting to do the same, claustrophobia nagging away at your already-anxious brain. It’s hard not to think of the dozens of horror movies that you’ve seen, all starting with a similar premise. Two dumb teenagers run off from the rest of the group in the middle of the night, only to end as the first casualties of the film.

“Hurry up!” Yooa’s voice calls from inside. It doesn’t sound like she’s in any distress, which is admittedly a relief. So rather than keeping her waiting any longer, you begin to edge your way between the two rocks.

It’s actually easier than you thought it would be. Though you’re certainly not as small as Yooa, you aren’t particularly large either, and soon you find yourself slipping out on the other side. Aside from the cone-shaped beam of white from Yooa’s phone, it’s hard to really see anything. Though, it’s easy to tell that the space you’re in is pretty tight, because Yooa is practically on top of you. So close that you can see her round cheeks and plump lips, her eyes twinkling in the wan light.

Without the whip of the wind filling your ears, the silence is heavy and charged, making you want to stand as still as possible so as not to disturb it.

“Wow… this is… um, small.” you whisper, because this just seems like the kind of place that you should be whispering in.

“There really isn’t anything cool to see here.” she murmurs, moving in closer so that you feel her chest pressed against yours. For some reason, it’s only then that you understand what’s going on, that all the pieces of this very easy-to-solve puzzle come together. And that terrifies you to your core. “I just wanted a little bit of privacy.”

Your faces are inches away now, and Yooa’s leg - that stretch of perfectly sculpted white, made firm by her repeated dance practices - wraps around your own. Her warm breath splashes across your face, scented by alcohol and strawberries. You find your arms settling on her hips by reflex, fingers lacing to cup the curve of her lower back. For a second you consider stopping her, coming up with some sort of excuse to get out of the situation, some way to avoid facing the inevitable, but that biology-driven part of you doesn’t allow that. Especially when Yooa leans in, one hand at your shoulder and the other pressing to your hip, kissing you in the flickering darkness.

Yooa’s lips are firm and confident, her tongue powerful, her teeth quick. You try your best to keep up, but soon realize that the most you can do is let her have her way with your poor mouth. She’s dominating you right from the start, the shape of her body conforming to fit right up against your own. You try to avoid pressing the front of your pelvis to hers, but she’s persistent, nails digging into the skin of your thigh, keeping you in place to use at her leisure.

You inhale a breathless gasp as Yooa moves down to your neck. There you discover the quickness of her teeth as she chomps away at the flesh there. Sparks of pleasure shoot up your spine as her hand slips beneath your shirt, where an eager palm dances across your nipples. You want to feel some sort of dread about what’s about to happen, but Yooa doesn’t give you a chance. The stimulation she’s providing - with its ever changing nature and utmost confidence - is simply too much. 

That is, until that demanding hand at your hip shifts, moving to your front, pulling your waistband down without warning. Revealing your hard cock, which is far smaller than you want it to be. You freeze in place, waiting for the worst to come, for her to recoil in revulsion.

Yooa continues to devour your neck, her hand settling on your shaft. Her fingers slide up and down, gradually going from your base to your tip, undoubtedly testing out your size.

“This might be a problem if you weren’t so cute,” she whispers, pausing for a fleeting second, giving your sore neck a short break. “As long as you know how to use it, we can make this work.”

You’re nowhere near sure that you can please a woman like her, but you aren’t about to ruin the moment. Rather than responding, you place a hand beneath her chin, tilting her head up and pressing your lips to hers. Rather than simply laying back and letting her stay in control, you take the lead now, caressing and massaging her fit body, pushing aside the thin cloth of her bikini top and grasping at the supple flesh underneath. 

A hitched moan escapes Yooa’s mouth as you pinch down on her nipple. She answers by kissing you harder, grabbing onto the outer aspect of your thigh as she lifts her leg again, straddling you. The rock wall behind you keeps you standing as you support half of her weight. With your swim trunks down at your ankles, your cock presses directly to her center. Though the sensation is vague and hard to define, you think you feel a splash of warm wetness staining her bikini bottom. Imagined or not, it sets your heart racing, your hormones pumping, and your entire being on edge.

“You can fuck me right here if you want,” she coos lavishly, almost as if she’s reading your thoughts. “You’ve had sex before, right?”

Though your sexual repertoire is far from impressive - particularly compared to someone as well-versed as Yooa - you’re still being a hundred percent honest when you reply:

“Yeah. Of course.”

Yooa grins, letting her hand fall, wedging it between your bodies. Then comes a shifting from below, followed shortly by a solid slickness against your shaft. You don’t have to look down to know that Yooa is gripping your entire cock in her hand, running it up and down the length of her nectar-slick lips.

“Show me what that tiny cock can do, big boy.”

Yooa presses you upward, the pressure of her opening giving way as you enter her pussy. You inhale sharply as her walls clench around your cock, shocked by how tight her pussy is. The tension is so overwhelming that you let out a withering gasp as she adjusts her leg around you.

Nervously, you pull back in order to prepare to thrust, but it’s not clear how you should proceed. You’ve never had sex in this sort of position before. The most obvious difference you notice is that there’s no security to it at all, as if you’re on the verge of slipping out. So you grab hold of Yooa’s hips, moving her closer, pressing her hard against you. This causes her to let out a yelp of surprise, her grip on your back growing firmer as your cock pushes into her.

“Just like that,” she whispers. “Fuck me good, oppa.”

You feel yourself stiffen even further at her naughty words, at how brazen she is in her desire for you. With a newfound confidence, you begin to thrust into Yooa’s pussy. The adjustment you’d made earlier proves to be more than enough, allowing you to slide in and out of her without worry that you’re going to slip out. 

Yooa folds her arms around your neck, resting her head on your shoulder as her hips rock in time with yours. She gasps directly into your ear, fragmented exhales that are interrupted by the momentum of your thrusts. Locking your arms around her waist, you’re able to keep her pussy directly above your cock, giving you an easy path to moving your fastest. However, you make sure not to go too hard just yet, as Yooa’s raw attractiveness and unflinching command is nearly enough to make you cum right from the start. So you’re careful to maintain a constant but gradual pace, savoring the apex of each thrust, keeping your cock buried inside of Yooa so that she’s able to grind against it. You can tell that she appreciates this greatly; she rolls her hips back and forth, letting out salacious, indulgent hums, flexing her walls around you repeatedly. While you’re trying your best to keep yourself from bursting, you occupy your hands by spreading Yooa’s cheeks from behind. This gives you ample room to do your work while providing the perfect excuse to grope her toned ass. Her butt feels so wonderful, in fact, that you can’t help but spank her a few times, something you’ve never been bold enough to try before.

“Oh, yeah,” Yooa hisses, the flesh of her ass jiggling enticingly as you grab another handful of it. “You do know how to use that cock, huh?”

You answer with another slap before burying your face into the crook of her neck, licking and kissing, letting her hip movements dictate the speed of your thrusts.

“Faster!” Yooa orders. “Fucking wreck me , oppa!”

Though you know it’ll lead to the end of you, there’s no other choice but to do as she says. Holding on tight, you thrust into Yooa as hard as you possibly can. Plunging into her pussy with enough force to elicit a moist, rhythmic beating that fills the entire alcove. Paired with the harsh moans and feminine grunts that you and Yooa release, it creates the perfect symphony. The combined chorus of your hedonism only grows louder by the second, matching the rising, pulsing energy of your approaching orgasm. Though your thoughts are clouded by the cacophony of sensations before you, there’s a distinct awareness you manage to maintain, reminding you that finishing inside Yooa isn’t an option. You tell yourself that over and over, but your body refuses to obey. A kind of underlying impetus possesses you, bringing forth a conflicting desire, a need to keep thrusting. You can feel yourself on the verge of erupting, your cock beginning to twitch, a panicked grunt escaping your lips-

Yooa pulls back at the last second, dropping to her knees in front of you. She grabs your cock and strokes it rapidly, using the leftover nectar from her pussy as lube. You let out a cry as your body is suffused with the blooming, tingling heat of an orgasm. Semen springs from your cock, first streaking across Yooa’s chest, the initial burst covering her exposed nipples, leaving stains on the cloth of her bikini top. The rest of it spurts out in a thick river, dripping from your head in large droplets that cover the space between her breasts. You gasp as Yooa continues jerking you, apparently intent on getting every drop of cum from from you. The flow of it becomes so strong that it runs down onto her well-defined abs. By the time the majority of it has stopped, most of Yooa’s upper torso has at least some of your cum on it.

When she finally decides to show you some mercy, Yooa’s puckered lips meet the head of your cock, brushing it back and forth, smearing a few droplets of semen onto her chin. You lean back against the rock, stroking Yooa’s hair, running fingers through the silky strands as she finishes emptying your balls onto her face.

“Fine, I’ll admit it,” she says, opening her mouth to briefly let her tongue glide over your sensitive tip. “That was more than enough for me.”

 

Noona (featuring Irene of Red Velvet)

“You’re my older sister,” you say, trying to deny the heat in your loins as Bae Juhyun stands nude in your doorway. “This is wrong .”

You flinch as Juhyun slams the door behind her, locking it. Though you can’t see her directly, you can hear her approaching footsteps on the carpet, see her shadow falling upon you as she blocks the overhead light. Delicate fingers run through your hair, whispering over your scalp, making you shiver with a mixture of nostalgia, comfort, and disgust.

“I know,” Juhyun whispers, leaning in so that her lips are inches from your ear. Still you refuse to look at her. “It’s very, very wrong. That’s why we can never tell anyone.”

Those delicate fingers stray over your earlobe, tracing the outline of your jaw. Settling onto your chin, cupping it, turning your head so that you look your older sister in the eye. More than ten years your senior, Juhyun’s stern countenance has always managed to strike a unique chord in your heart. It reminds you not only of childhood summers, but of lover’s past, women that you chose to be with because they reminded you of your big sister. A fact that you’d never realized until right now.

You lock onto Juhyun’s eyes, mostly because you still can’t bring yourself to look at her naked body. She’s smiling, displaying her cute dimples and model-esque tear troughs. Her dark eyes are as difficult to read as ever, but in the eighteen years you’ve known her, her expressions have become familiar to you. This one is a mix of love and… something else. Something that you’ve never been able to fully recognize, something that you have a strong suspicion you’re about to learn about. 

“Why?” you ask, your mouth dry, your head a cluttered mess. “Why me? Can’t you have anyone else in Korea?”

Juhyun’s smile broadens, and you feel her thumb running down the center of your throat, making you swallow by reflex. The tips of her fingers trace your sternum, and she lays her hand across your chest.

“I could. But do you know how quickly the media would take advantage of that?” she asks, shaking her head, making you feel like you’re seven years old again, and noona is scolding you for making a stupid decision. “It’s better if I use someone close to me for this kind of thing.”

“Use?” you ask in dismay, face heating up, sweat prickling at your brow as you try to deny the heat between your legs. Your gaze wants to stray downward, to behold your sister’s svelte, milky body, but you can’t let it. So you shut your eyes tight instead. “Wh-why don’t you get like, um, a sex toy or something instead? Why does it have to be me?”

“ Because ,” Juhyun murmurs playfully, and you feel her brushing against your nipples, making you suck in a sharp breath as electric tingles spark across your nerves. “There are very few sex toys that can come close to the warmth of real hands. Or the wetness of a real tongue. Or the stiffness of a real cock .”

 At that final word, your eyes fly open. Everything up until then had felt like some kind of disconnected daydream, but hearing Juhyun say that word, in that tone, brings reality crashing down upon you. You can no longer deny that this is actually happening, and maybe Juhyun realizes that too, because she detaches from you, stepping back and placing her hands on her hips. And just like that, you’re staring at your older sister as she displays her naked body for you.

For the first time, you see her not as your bossy older sister Bae Juhyun, but as Bae Irene, the nation’s visual. You see the raw, feminine power of her well-muscled body, and it erases all else from your mind. All you can do is gawk at your beautiful sister, with her nipples the color of warm chocolate and the shaved, unblemished crease between her thighs.

Juhyun smirks devilishly as she straddles you, as you feel her silky, naked skin against your own. As she rubs her hot, bare loins against your clothed cock. As she presses you in an embrace that puts your face right between her supple breasts.

“So do you want to help me out?” she asks in a whisper so sweet and soft that your hips buck against her in response.

“I… I shouldn’t,” you say, though you’re already grinding against her, subtle but rhythmic undulations that she returns with vigor. “But holy shit… I want to.”

Juhyun places a finger beneath your chin and tilts your head upward.

“Touch me.”

Without hesitation, you obey. Starting where your raging hormones want to take you first: Juhyun’s thick, firm butt. You massage each cheek in your hands, kneading them, spreading them from below, making your sister moan in delight. Her hands clutch at the back of your head, nails digging into your flesh. She pushes you forward onto the bed so that you’re flat on your back, still clutching and groping her ass even as she pins you down. You stretch your fingers downward, just managing to get their tips to brush against the slick end of her pussy. Juhyun shifts upward, allowing you to stroke her folds, to ghost your fingertips over her puckered asshole. 

 

In the back of your mind, you understand that what you’re doing is completely messed up, but you can’t help yourself. It’s impossible to deny how hot Juhyun is… how hot this whole situation is. And technically speaking, you were just helping your big sister out. There’s no way the media would even remotely believe a story like this. Well, unless there were physical pictures of you two fucking. Not that you wanted to fuck your sister, obviously. You just wanted to help her relieve some sexual tension. For all you knew, she could just want to ride your fingers until she cums. Maybe she wouldn’t let you do anything to her at all. Maybe she’d just-

Your thoughts are cut short as Juhyun begins to remove your pants. She does so with the usual commanding atmosphere she holds about her; undoing the top button of your jeans, then impatiently patting your thighs, urging you to lift your hips. You do so, allowing her to yank the tight jeans down to your calves. To your horror, Juhyun brings your underwear down as well, and you feel the sensation of your erect cock slapping against your abdomen. 

Appalled by how vulnerable you are - not to mention the fact that your cock is on display right in front of your sister - you let your hands fall to your sides, at a complete loss for what to do next. 

“I’m not the only one who benefits from this,” Juhyun says, pulling your jeans off of your feet, tossing your underwear aside so that you’re naked from waist down. “We can both get off, you know? And it’s so convenient . No one will suspect a thing.”

Juhyun doesn’t wait for an answer before shoving your legs open and positioning herself between them. Crawling forward on the sheets, splaying hands out on your legs, making you shiver with anticipation.

“So relax and let me take care of everything.” Juhyun whispers, drumming against your skin, delivering chaste kisses to the insides of your thighs. Kisses that transform into gentle brushes from her tongue. You feel your breath quickening as you resist flinching away, as the conflicting storm of morality and sexuality rage on within your heart.

“Our parents won’t be home for hours. We practically have all day to spend quality time with each other…”

Without further pretense, Juhyun wraps her hand around the base of your shaft, guides your erect cock upward, and catches it with her lips. You gasp not only from the sensation but from the image of her stony gaze meeting your own as she begins sucking you off. Juhyun starts by jerking you off into her mouth, sealing her lips around your tip, her hollowed cheeks creating a vacuum, making your toes curl from the sheer pressure on your cock. Her strokes are slow but hard, her fingers pressing a tight ring around your shaft that’s so pleasurable it’s almost painful. As you watch, her strokes become shallower and her head moves further down, fingers replaced by lips and tongue. Juhyun takes you further into her mouth, humming against your cock as it vanishes down her throat. Soon there’s no room for her hand anymore as your entire cock fills her throat, as you feel the impossibly tense stress of your sister trying to fit you into such a small space. She holds you there for a second, continuing to stare up at you as tears sparkle at the corners of her eyes. Your hips thrust into her of their own accord, but she doesn’t seem to mind, keeping your cock in her throat for much longer than you expect her to be able to.

Another, louder gasp escapes your lips as she releases you, inhaling deeply, strings of spit lingering on her mouth as she strokes you. Instead of taking a break, Juhyun dips her head down, maintaining her strokes as her tongue flicks against your balls. She then moves up, dragging her tongue along the base of your shaft, up its length and finally swirling around your swollen tip, where she spits directly onto it.

It’s sloppy and messy and probably the hottest thing you’ve ever been a part of. Your older sister spits on your cock one more time, a wicked smile playing on her lipstick-smeared lips, streaks of mascara running from the corners of her eyes.

“There, I think that’s good,” she says, lifting herself up, letting your soaked cock fall back to your stomach. You start to follow her, Juhyun shoves you back with a firm palm on your chest. “No. Stay there and hold your cock up for noona.”

Pursing your lips, you give a submissive nod and do as she says. Juhyun tosses her hair to the side as she turns around, showing you the striated, flexing muscles of her upper back. Naturally, however, your eyes are glued to her ass. You’ve never noticed it before - aside from stray pics and comments on the internet, which you tried your best to ignore - but Juhyun’s butt is easily her best feature. It’s thick and firm, so mesmerizing that you drop your cock even as she lowers herself onto you.

“Ugh, fine, I’ll do it myself,” Juhyun says, and though you can’t see her face, you know she’s rolling her eyes exaggeratedly. “Just spread my cheeks, please. Can you at least do that?”

Swiftly, you oblige, unwilling to evoke the rage of your older sister again. You spread both of her cheeks, revealing the pink slit between her legs along with her puckered asshole just behind it.

“I-is that okay?”

Juhyun doesn’t answer as she takes hold of your still-soaking cock, pointing it toward the glistening opening of her pussy, bending over so that she can see what she’s doing. Her aim is impeccable. It only takes a single try for her to slide you in, and the sensation is so overwhelming that you release a grunt of exertion, fearing that you’re about to cum right then and there.

“Wait, noona,” you say, a frenzied thought spiking through the dreamy heaven scape of your brain. “What if I… um… finish inside you?”

“I’m on birth control.” Juhyun pauses for less than half a second, still sounding annoyed. “Now shut up and let me fuck you. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve gotten off with anyone besides the members?”

You want to argue further, but you can’t, because Juhyun continues to lower herself onto you. The inside of her pussy is somehow tighter than her throat, her walls clenching and unclenching as she crams inch after inch of your cock between them. You watch with an open mouth and twitching hands, sucking in loud breaths and pushing out heavy exhales as Juhyun takes your entire shaft into her pussy. In what feels like an instant you’re balls deep in your big sister. She settles her ass onto your thighs and you spread your hips further, allowing her plenty of room to settle onto your cock.

There’s no gradual buildup, no slowly easing you or herself into it. Right from the start, Juhyun is riding you as if it’s the last thing she’ll ever do. Bent forward with her hands splayed out on your sheets, she pumps her ass up and down, walls undulating rhythmically as she does so, cheeks slapping loudly against your thighs. The sights and sounds and sensations engulf you, turning you into a limp, mindless mess. Her sweat-dappled ass ripples and jiggles from the sheer force of her riding. The room is filled with her hums and barely-contained moans, with the creaking protest of your bed frame, with a cacophony of moist skin smacking moist skin. Your cock is on the verge of bursting the entire time, and it’s all you can do to prevent yourself from finishing too quickly. Seconds drag by in a combination of carnal ecstasy and mental agony. It’s like a battle; you clench your pelvis harder and harder as she rides you faster and faster, as her walls practically constrict your shaft, as you’re forced to shut your eyes and hold on for dear life as your big sister rides your cock.

Soon you’re afraid that you’re going to lose, that you’re going to erupt within the next two seconds if Juhyun doesn’t slow down. You desperately try to find your voice, but your throat is unfathomably dry, your lungs unable to provide you with enough air to speak. Your cock flexes, your hips thrusting deeper into Juhyun, every muscle in your body quivering like a tightrope over a flaming pit.

Thankfully, it’s right then that your sister utters two blessed words:

“I’m cumming!”

Juhyun’s riding reaches its peak, her pussy clamping down on your shaft. Her moans match your grunts as you cum at the same time. As your entire world goes black, as you lose complete control of yourself, digging your hands into the tender flesh of Juhyun’s ass, pressing her against you. Cumming as deeply as you can inside your sister. You can feel her body shaking, her pussy continuing to constrict you as she rides out the orgasm. It’s her slowest pace yet, but somehow the most satisfying. Especially when you see thick, pearly white droplets beginning to leak out from her, smearing your shaft. Juhyun keeps going until your balls are covered in your own semen, until you feel like you’re about to completely lose consciousness.

Then she lifts herself off of your cock, letting the remainder of your load pour out onto both you and your blankets beneath.

“Thanks, little brother,” Juhyun says nonchalantly, brushing hair from her face as she steps off of the bed. “Let’s do this again sometime. Oh, and you should probably clean your sheets before mom and dad get home.”

Your head falls back on your pillow so fast that you don’t even see her leave; you just hear the door shutting gently behind her. All you’re left to do is lay flat on your bed with filthy sheets and a cum-slathered cock. Panting heavily, wondering whether you should be crying, laughing, screaming, or some combination of all three.

Noona, Pt. 2 (featuring Irene of Red Velvet)

It’d been more than two days since that fateful encounter with Juhyun, and yet you were still in shock. Numb from the utter ridiculousness of it all. How could you not be? It’s like something out of a bad fanfiction. Your dreams - both waking and sleeping - are filled with images of what she’d done to you. Her ass lowering swiftly, inexorably toward your erect tip. The bounce of her body against yours, the way she’d been so shameless, without a single sign of hesitation. She’d treated it like it wasn’t that big a deal at all, as if it hadn’t been literal incest. Jesus Christ, you’d even finished inside of her. You had filled your older sister’s pussy with cum, unknowing of whether she was on birth control, of if she’d taken Plan B afterward, or if she was crazy enough to have recklessly taken your seed with the possibility of mothering a deformed, fucked up brother-sister baby.

But of course you couldn’t text her about that. You could barely think about her anymore without cringing. So you waited and waited, staying mostly holed up in your room, doing your schoolwork but ultimately avoiding any kind of unnecessary social contact. The ease at which you hid what had happened, along with the definite trauma you’d been subjected to, is appalling. You believe that this faux complacency might come from the fact that you actually enjoyed fucking your older sister.

On Saturday at noon, however, when Juhyun shows up for a surprise visit to your house, it becomes clear that mere acceptance of the situation is not enough. The sound of the front door opening, followed by Juhyun’s familiar, husky voice greeting your father is enough to make your heart thud audibly in your chest. Slamming against your ribcage, driving your breathing to quicken, sweat stinging the underside of your armpits. You try to hide in your room, pretending to be taking a nap or something, but of course your parents don’t allow that. Of course they borderline force you to the dining room, a journey that seems to take an eternity. Reaching the bottom of that staircase, you feel as if you’re about to pass out, and you pause for a moment, holding onto the wooden railing, trying to get your head together.

All you had to do was act normal. Get through this one interaction, maybe a quick hello or something, a casual hug, then right back upstairs. You could do this. It would be simple and fast. Nothing complicated at all-

“Hi, little brother,” a whisper comes from close beside you, bringing with it a flutter of minty breath against the cup of your ear. Rather than jumping or scrambling away, you freeze, muscles paralyzed, mind blank. “What’s wrong? Do you have a headache or something?”

Taking a deep breath, you look up, then turn to face your older sister. She stands before you, hands set on her hips, head tilted to the side as if in challenge, a smirk teasing the corners of her picture-perfect face. Thankfully, she’s wearing clothes this time, and all things considered they’re pretty tame. After all, what could be provocative about seeing your big sister in plain jeans and a button-up cardigan? What did it matter that those buttons stopped just a little too low on her chest? It’s not like you should be bothered by the tiny peek of cleavage she graces you with, or the delicious, milky outline of her collarbone. Right?

“My face is up here,” Juhyun’s smirk grows and she tucks her fingers beneath your chin, tilting your head upward, bringing your teeth together with a soft yet audible click . Her dark eyes sparkle with barely contained humor; she’s trying her best not to laugh at you. “It’s not polite to stare. Especially with your jaw hanging open like that.”

Juhyun leans past you, probably checking to see if your parents are coming. You don’t follow her gaze; how could you, when one of her hands grabs your upper arm, the other cupping the back of your neck, fingers tickling at the peach fuzz of your hairline.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get to see everything you’d like after lunch.”

Before you can say or do anything, your sister leans forward, nibbling on the cup of your ear, the tip of her tongue dragging against your lobe. Then she pulls back, a whirl of ebony hair and ivory skin, hurrying past you and into the dining room. Leaving you standing there, goosebumps thrilling on your spine, a monstrous feeling of hot fullness gathering in your gut and loins.

***

Lunch turned out to be much better than you expected it to be. You weren’t really sure how Juhyun was going to act around your parents, but normal certainly wasn’t it. It was borderline shocking to see her laughing at your dad’s dumb jokes, debating your mother on the best cooking methods for various foods, and even berating you for getting a bad grade on your latest Calc quiz. You try your best to flow along with the conversation, to treat it like the usual family meal. But that’s impossible, especially given what had happened less than five minutes prior to everyone sitting down. Not to mention the fact that, less than seventy-two hours ago, Juhyun had been riding your cock like her life depended on it.

However, your acting skills prove to be enough, since neither your mother nor your father ask you if something is wrong. Though it’s impolite to leave the cleaning to everyone else, you drum up the excuse of an upset stomach, bolting upstairs in a flash, tucking yourself into the bathroom and slamming the door behind you. You splash some cold water on your face, lean up against the counter, and listen out for when the coast is clear. For when Juhyun leaves.

However, about two minutes in, a knock on the door echoes slices through the quiet of your safe, tiled space. You’d be an idiot not to know exactly who it is.

“Hey, it’s Juhyunnie,” your older sister says, using your childhood name for her. For some horrid reason, this makes your already raging hormones go wild, and you almost can’t bear how hard your cock has become. “Can you let me in? I just need to grab something real quick before I go.”

“I-I don’t know,” you say shakily, trying to stave off your own desires, forcing yourself to be as gross as possible. “Pretty smelly in here.”

You can practically see Juhyun’s eye roll in response to your lame excuse.

“I’m positive I’ve smelled worse. I can handle it. I can handle lots of things better than you’d think, little brother. Now open up. It’ll be fast, I have to get going soon anyway.”

Compelled not only by necessity but by your own skewed biological drive, you do as your older sister says. You only need to open the door by a single hair before she takes over, sliding inside and shutting it behind her with a swift, abrupt movement. A hand at your lower back brings you forward, pressing your chest against hers. It’s impossible to look her directly in the eye, so you cast your gaze downward, unfortunately settling on the mouthwatering sight of her bare cleavage. Though you’d already seen her tits in all their sororal glory, there’s something about them being hidden from view that drives you mad.

At this proximity, you wonder if Juhyun can feel your heart thudding in your chest. Or, more importantly, the wanting stiffness of your cock against your boxers.

“You can’t hide from me,” she whispers, caressing the back of your neck again. “Do you really think I’d just leave without saying goodbye to my darling little brother?”

At a loss for what to do or say, you just stand there dumbly, staring at your sister’s tits as she begins to kiss the curve of your neck. They’re chaste kisses, barely more than pecks, but they’re enough to make you shiver. Whether it’s from disgust or pleasure you can’t tell which, but you have a strong feeling that it’s both. All thoughts of confronting her are eliminated from your brain, and you barely move at all when her fingers find their way to your waistband.

“I never got to properly thank you for helping me get off,” Juhyun continues, working your boxers and your sweats down, allowing them to fall to your ankles. Her hand is on your cock immediately, stroking with a backwards grip, slow and sensual and knee-weakening. “We don’t have a lot of time, but I’ll be quick.”

“Juhyun, we shouldn’t be doing this,” you stammer, knowing it’s futile, knowing that she’s going to have her way with you regardless of whether you like it or not. “What if mom and dad find out? What if literally anyone finds out? What if you get pregnant or something? What if-”

A placating, knowing smile spreads across your older sister’s face as she pushes against your chest, cutting you off. Her hand remains on your shaft while she guides you backwards in a swaying half-stumble. Less than three steps later, your bare ass meets the cool marble of the counter behind you, and Juhyun takes your chin in her hand, forcing you to look into her eyes.

“Are you telling me this doesn’t feel good?” she asks, increasing the tightness of her fingers on your cock, speeding up her strokes, making you chomp down on your lower lip to contain a moan. “No one will find out as long as we’re careful. And the pregnancy thing is nothing to worry about. You just focus on giving me nice, thick creampies like the last time we fucked. Just let your big sister handle everything else.”

What relief that would have overcome you is replaced by entranced awe as, without pretense, Juhyun drops to her knees in front of you. Her hand remains at the base of your shaft, guiding your cock directly into her mouth. You can barely contain your grunt of pleasure as your sister’s warm, wet lips wrap around the tip of your cock. Her tongue flicks up and down, and when you look down at her she opens her mouth and smacks your cock against it, smiling brightly all the while.

“Holy fuck, Juhyun.” you hiss, because there’s nothing else to say, nothing else you can do but let your sister have her way with you.

Juhyun reaches up and holds your hand, intertwining your fingers as she takes you fully into her mouth. Going hard right from the start, bobbing her neck like a pornstar, hair swaying around her head as she jams your cock into the back of her throat. On that first deepthroat, you clap your hand over your own mouth to prevent yourself from gasping; it’s a sound that’s shoved from your lungs unabated, brought forth by both stupefaction and stimulation.

“You like that, huh?” Juhyun says, backing up, stroking your now soaking cock, holding it beside her face as she does so. “This is what a good boy gets. Keep giving me what I want, and there’s a lot more where this came from.”

At that, all you can do is gasp and place your hand atop Juhyun’s head, stroking her silky hair, trying your best not to think of the obvious. Trying not to face the fact that your older sister is giving you the best blowjob of your life.

Juhyun's lips curve upward as she opens her mouth again, taking you in, gripping each of your thighs and going for a much faster pace this time. It’s the same sort of frantic rhythm that you’d used to jerk yourself off, with similar variations in pressure and cadence. With the added flair of her soft lips and wet tongue, you’re an absolute slave to Juhyun.

At the end of her marathon of rapid sucking, she goes for another deepthroat. This time she keeps your cock in her throat, and you can feel the flex of her throat against your tip, the muted gags she releases growing louder by the second. Your hand clutches at her hair, fingers twisted, muscles clenched as you feel your hips swaying. And yet she continues to hold you there, to rock her head subtly back and forth, stroking you with the tight ring of her throat.

It feels as though an eternity has passed when Juhyun pulls back, strings of spit hanging from her lips as she inhales a gasping breath. Somehow she manages to continue stroking your cock, rubbing your tip against her lips as she recovers.

“I can feel your cock twitching,” she says, spitting shamelessly on herself, letting her saliva drip down her chin. “You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

Wordlessly, you nod. The heaven that’s rising in your pelvis is persistent and powerful, and you know it’s only a matter of time before you finish.

“Where do you wanna cum?” she asks, grinning. “I’ll let you do it anywhere you want. My tits, my ass… wherever .”

Giving in to your primal urges, you place a hand beneath her chin and tilt her head upward. Meeting her crystalline gaze.

“Your face.” you say, allowing your sickest desires to seize control of you. “I wanna cum all over your pretty fucking face.”

Juhyun giggles at that, a condescending laugh that only makes you hornier. She strokes your cock so fast that it’s almost painful, pointing your tip directly at her nose, puckering her lips as if ready to accept a kiss.

“Go ahead then. Cum all over your noona’s face. Cover me in your hot, thick cum.”

It isn’t her touch but her words that throw your body into its sexual death throes, and with a withering gasp, you erupt. That first burst is massive, causing your sister to flinch back as it streaks up and across her face, managing to land all the way up at her hairline. The second spurt covers her cute nose, running onto her upper lip, caught by the eager tip of her tongue. Juhyun continues to stroke you as your cum covers her fresh, pink lips, dribbling onto her chin as the initial flow peters out. You grip the counter beside you hard, struggling to stay standing as you drown in the sheer intensity of your orgasm.

“I hope you can put a load like that inside me next time,” Juhyun says, her left still shut, lashes glued together by your semen. “Maybe in my ass?”

Panting heavily, you’re unable to respond as Juhyun stands up, unceremoniously pushing you out of the way so that she can stand in front of the mirror.

“Now get out of here. I need to clean up.” Juhyun says, shooing you away, morphing from a sensuous vixen back to your bratty, entitled older sister. “If mom and dad ask, I wanted to fix my makeup before going to my next schedule.”

And so with a filthy cock and a head full of butterflies, you leave the bathroom. Your post-orgasmal daze follows you all the way back to your bedroom, where you drift onto your bedsheets - the same bedsheets where you and Juhyun had fucked less than three days ago - landing upon the mattress with a solid thud .

Before you can think of or do anything else, you hear your phone vibrate on your nightstand. It’s a message from “Noona”. An image, to be exact. Dread hollows your gut as you open it up to find that she’s sent you a mirror selfie. Her tits are out, bursting over the top of her shirt, your cum still staining the lower half of your face as she blows a cute, cum-covered kiss.

 

Musical Inspiration

Namjun leaned over his keyboard, stretched his neck, and let out a sigh. Ahead of him, a neon-red digital clock flashed mockingly, taunting him for his lack of musical talent, for his inability to finish what should’ve been a simple project.

He was the last one left in the studio. There was usually a certain peace to that, a way that Namjun could allow his mind to work freely. Late night sessions were where his best ideas came to light, where the threads of those elusive, enigmatic notes wove into a tableau of harmony. Yet, as he’d found out during this horrible, fourteen-hour slog of a session, looming pressure and lack of sleep sucked the creative energy right out of him.

He’d experienced writer’s block before, but nothing at this level. It was like his brain refused to work, refused to focus on the very pressing task directly in front of him. 

Namjun played the vocals again. There were only snippets of lyrics available to him, nothing really in the way of a completed song, but he hoped to draw some inspiration. Or, at the very least, figure out the direction he wanted to go. Why had Areum assigned him to create the beat for this song? Sure, the song was just a random B-side, but it was still for TWICE. Millions of people would be hearing Namjun’s work. Hell, his name might even be credited on the album.

Did he really want to be remembered as the guy who produced TWICE’s worst song yet?

Namjun took a deep breath. He had to clear his head. He wasn’t much of a smoker, but one of the senior producers had left a half-pack of cigarettes behind, and he couldn’t think of anything else to calm his nerves. He grabbed it, as well as a lighter, and hurried out of the stifling, claustrophobic walls of the studio.

The front lobby was decorated from wall to wall with reminders that this was the JYP Entertainment studio, that this was where some of the best pop music in the country was created. Posters of various groups everywhere. Rich curtains and giant lamps and gold-rimmed tables. Namjun stared pointedly at the floor as he walked, too ashamed of himself to look at any of the glitzy, glamorous decorations. Too busy fighting the mounting uncertainty of knowing that he wasn’t good enough, that despite landing an internship with JYPE, he was still just some poor kid from Guryong Village.

Namjun stepped outside, and was greeted by a burst of cool air. It was a cloudless night, and there didn’t seem to be anyone else on the street with him. He leaned up against the side of the building and lit the cigarette, letting the mellow smoke settle into the deepest parts of his lungs. It burned, and he resisted the urge to cough, but with it came an immediate rush of relief and wakefulness.

As he smoked, Namjun thought of his music. He thought of the various instruments he could add, trying to take himself out of the traditional mindset of a normal pop song. He tried to be like the innovators, like Teddy of YG, or Dr. Dre from Death Row Records in America. He tried to tie it all together in his head, to create beauty out of nothing, but he simply couldn’t do it. The pieces just wouldn’t fit. He wasn’t a prodigy.

Namjun was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the studio door opening behind him until he heard it click shut. He spun, heart leaping into his throat.

Before him was a blonde-haired woman that he recognized immediately as Minatozaki Sana from TWICE. He’d seen her - as well as the other idols - in the studio earlier that day, but only in the passing. They’d been doing some recording in one of the booths on the upper levels, the one that was reserved for high-profile artists.

“Oh, hi,” Sana said winningly, cheeks bunching up in a broad smile. “I didn’t know that anyone else was around tonight.”

Namjun could think of nothing to say. He’d never been this close to an idol in person, much less spoken to one.

Luckily, he was able to find his voice. “I’m just finishing up a track for, um, your group, actually. Producing it.”

Sana’s eyes lit up, and she grabbed Namjun by the arm. “Oh, you’re working on one of our tracks? You have to show me. Me and Jihyo were upstairs, recording some last minute stuff.”

Awkwardly, Namjun mirrored the idol’s smile, wondering if he was even allowed to show her his work or not.

How can I say no to her? Namjun thought hopelessly, watching as Sana practically jumped up and down in anticipation. It is her group’s song, after all.

“Yeah, sure. I’m actually stuck on a certain part of it, and I could use some suggestions,” Namjun said, “If you’re cool with helping out.”

“Of course I am!” Sana said excitedly, tugging on his arm. It was still a complete shock that an actual idol was touching him. “Finish your cigarette, and we can get started.”

Namjun tossed his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out with the sole of his sneaker.

“Already done with it.” he said, grinning.

Together, he and his new idol friend walked back into the studio. To his delight, Sana clung to his arm the entire way there.

***

An upbeat, bass-driven track played out of the studio speakers and into Namjun’s headphones. Keys plinked, saxophones bellowed, and a synth-augmented guitar was layered just on top. It was a rough demo, yes, but it was actually good.

“Thank you so much, Sana,” Namjun said, removing his headphones and turning to the ethereal-looking woman beside him. “I didn’t know you were such an amazing producer.”

Sana removed her headphones, brushed some hair from her face, and shook her head.

“I didn’t do anything. I just offered advice while you worked, oppa.”

Namjun’s heart skipped a beat. Having an idol call him “oppa” was insanely flattering, even though she’d been doing it for pretty much the entire hour they’d been working together.

It was a bit difficult to get into the actual work, at first, but Sana had been intent on working on the project. Namjun followed her lead to begin with, picking up the loose threads and possible directions that he had gathered beforehand, aligning them in a way that he could easily understand.

The song had become seamless, natural almost. It flowed from their shared minds like a sonic river, washing away the sad dregs of sound that he’d left behind from his previous session. Leaving only a rushing, iridescent stream of perfection.

Namjun hadn’t noticed how close they’d gotten until that moment. Sana’s shoulder was pressed up against his, and a few stray strands of her flaxen hair clung to his shirt.

“You’re the amazing one,” Sana said, drawing closer, patting Namjun on the hand. He’d rapidly gotten used to her penchant for skinship. She was a flirty person on camera, and that was apparently true in real life as well. “You worked so hard. When you were playing the piano, it felt like you were in another world. The music was so captivating, so beautiful.”

Sana turned, eyes full of glitter and adoration. Namjun glanced down, saw that Sana’s hands were settled on his hips. His breath caught in his throat.

“You’re so smart. And so talented,” Sana ran a hand through Namjun’s hair, twirling it between her fingers, tickling the back of his neck. “And handsome, of course.”

Namjun frowned and glanced around. Through the fog of his own shock, disbelief, and arousal, he managed to step back, stumbling as his legs struck the keyboard stand behind him.

Luckily - or, unluckily, depending on how you looked at it - Sana was able to grab Namjun before he could fall over. With a tiny, exhaling grunt, she yanked him upward by the arm, and he took hold of her shoulder to steady himself.

Namjun blinked. They were standing in each other’s arms, and that brought him to quite the random realization: Sana was shorter than him. Not by much, but enough so that she could easily drape her arms around his shoulders and stare into his eyes. She wore a dazzling, toothy smile, and the liquid amber of her irises shimmered in the overhead light. Namjun could feel the shape of her body - her supple, cushiony chest, her muscular thighs - pressing up against his own, and it lit a fire within him.

“You’re not even gonna say thank you?” Sana asked demurely. She pressed against Namjun’s back, bringing them in closer. “I just saved your life, you know.”

“M-maybe we shouldn’t be…” Namjun paused, goosebumps running up his back as Sana began to stroke his hair. “Doing this?”

Sana giggled, splashing Namjun’s face with her minty, warm breath. She bit her lower lip.

“Why not? It’s not like there’s anyone around to catch us,” she asked, as if he’d just asked the dumbest question in the world. “Plus, I’ve never hooked up with a producer before.”

Namjun glanced over at the door. Hadn’t Sana mentioned that she’d been recording with someone else? He couldn’t remember. Things were confusing right now, to say the least.

“Well, technically I’m not a producer, I’m just an intern, but-”

“You’re clearly more talented than that,” Sana rolled her eyes. “And trust me, your music skills aren’t the reason I decided to come back here with you.”

She can’t mean what I think she means, Namjun thought, wondering for the hundredth time tonight just what the fuck was going on.

“Come on,” Sana whispered. She shifted a hand downard, tracing a path down Namjun’s torso. He froze, growing tense as Sana reached the hem of his shirt, lifted it, and slipped her hand inside.

“What are you doing?” Namjun asked, mouth suddenly very dry. Should he be flexing his abs?

“Shh…” Sana said quietly. She drummed her fingers against Namjun’s stomach, then up to the space just beneath his chest. “I can feel your heart. It’s beating so fast. Am I making you nervous?”

“Y-yes,” Namjun said honestly, struggling to find his words. The tension in the air was palpable, suffocating almost, and he wanted nothing but to slice through it. To relieve it somehow, to ease his breathing and return his pulse to a healthy rhythm before he exploded.

“Aw, that’s so cute,” Sana murmured. She leaned in further, until all Namjun could see was her beautiful face, and the curtain of blonde hair around it. “Here, let me see if I can help you relax a little…”

At that final word, their lips met. Sana’s were gentle and smooth, and kissing them was like kissing the petals of a rose. The kiss was chaste and reserved, and ended with a long, fluttering sigh from Sana. She then pressed down on Namjun’s chest, rubbing her palm across his left nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through him. Driven by that pleasure, he initiated the second kiss. Sana giggled and responded by opening her lips, allowing their tongues to meet. At the same time, she switched her hand over to Namjun’s right nipple, pinching it, causing him to jump slightly. She cackled at that, a sound that was cut off as Namjun filled her mouth with his tongue.

Sana took Namjun’s hand and brought it to her own chest. The clothed form of each breast was bouncy and springy, yielding easily as Sana allowed him to fondle her.

“Can you feel my heartbeat, too?” Sana asked, lips still less than an inch from his. “You’re making me so excited, oppa. Maybe you’ll have a better time if I take off my shirt…”

And, before Namjun could respond or think, Sana was undressing. Right there before his eyes, Minatozaki Sana was removing her shirt. She tossed the black garment onto the couch nearby, revealing her bare upper torso. Though her sculpted abdominal muscles and stark, prominent collarbones were quite the treat to look at, Namjun barely noticed those features. His attention was too focused on Sana’s breasts. They were the most shapely tits he’d ever seen, almost defying gravity with their firm perkiness. A thin film of sweat glistened on them, giving them an enticing appearance, making Namjun wonder how they tasted. At their centers were tiny peaks of rosebud pink. 

Sana smiled confidently. She took both of Namjun’s hands in hers and brought them toward her, settling them both directly over her nipples. They were stiff and hard.

“Completely forgot about checking my heartbeat, hm?” Sana asked, lips smiling against Namjun’s. “That’s okay.”

Namjun was too engrossed in rubbing, squeezing, and massaging Sana’s breasts to respond. She kissed him deeply, guiding him with her hands, removing his shirt as well. From there they pressed their bare bodies together, grinding against one another as they explored the shape and sensation of each other’s skin. Namjun ran his hands through her silky hair, caressed the prominent muscles of her upper back, stroked the velvety skin of her chest and shoulders. Sana responded in kind, revelling in each kiss, each caress, each sensation.

When Namjun finally couldn’t take it any longer, he dipped his head downward, kissed Sana at the center of her throat, and then made straight for her nipples. Her skin tasted of sweat and soap, and the scent of her perfume encapsulated him completely as he sucked on each of her breasts.

“You like my tits that much, oppa?” Sana asked as Namjun’s tongue and teeth made their way across her chest. There were the hints of a restrained moan in her voice, making her words come with a mild tremor. “That’s so flattering. They’re not as nice Jihyo’s, I know, but-”

As if summoned by Sana’s words, the studio door flew open. It was, unmistakably, Park Jihyo. The busty, auburn-haired woman didn’t appear surprised at all by the scene before her.

“Wow,” the brunette said, brushing aside her bangs, then crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re really having a party without me, huh?”

Namjun released Sana from his grasp, holding both hands up as if in surrender. He stammered incoherently, feeling his face grow exceptionally hot.

“Relax,” Jihyo rolled her eyes as she shut the door behind her. Then, she locked it. “There’s nothing to worry about here. As long as I’m invited to the party.”

With that, Jihyo strode over to stand beside Sana. The blonde welcomed her leader with open arms, and they shared a kiss. A deep, messy kiss, one in which Jihyo quickly began to massage Sana’s uncovered chest.

“Come here, oppa,” Sana said, momentarily detaching from the Jihyo. “You look so lonely, standing there all by yourself.”

Namjun did as she asked - there wasn’t any other option in his mind - and joined them. They were on him immediately. He was met with a three-way kiss, a junction of lashing tongues and restrained giggles. Jihyo took him first, attacking his lips with her own as Sana removed his shirt. Namjun allowed himself to be freely manipulated by the two goddesses in front of him. None of their ministrations were driven by his own desire. He merely moaned, returned the kisses that they graced him with, and rocked along to the rhythm of their sexuality.

That is, until both women came to some unspoken agreement, sharing two final, innocent kisses with him before beginning an achingly slow trail down his body. They started by licking either side of his neck, then brushing their lips up against his chest. Sana squeezed his right nipple as Jihyo sucked his left. Namjun inhaled sharply, and felt Jihyo smile against him.

“Have you ever had your nipples played with, oppa?” Jihyo asked, nibbling lightly.

Namjun wasn’t given an opportunity to respond, as he felt Sana reaching for his waistband.

“You’re so hard,” Sana whispered, running her palm over the erect shape in Namjun’s jeans. “Would you show us your cock, oppa?”

It was then that Namjun realized he was far too aroused to be nervous. Here he was, about to have a threesome with two of the most sought-after idols in the country. Whether this was some hyper-realistic dream or not, he had to capitalize on it.

“How about we all get naked?” Namjun said with an air of forced boldness, resisting the urge to cringe at how dumb he sounded.

Jihyo straightened and cocked an eyebrow. She crossed her arms over her chest, exaggerating her cleavage, making it appear as though her shirt was about to burst open.

“And what do we get out of it, hm?” she said saucily, giving Sana a mischievous look.

Sana smirked, an expression that practically dared Namjun to answer.

“Do we get to sit on that cute of yours, maybe?” Sana pinched Namjun’s cheek, a gesture that was both satisfying and degrading.

“Anything you guys want,” Namjun said hastily. “Literally.”

Jihyo and Sana exchanged another glance. A tense handful of seconds dragged by. Finally, they smiled and began to undress each other.

Namjun watched as the two idols practically tore one another’s clothes off. Jihyo’s top and bra were the first to go, joining Sana’s clothes on the couch. The younger girl kept her jeweled choker on, and it provided a stark contrast from the nakedness of her chest. Jihyo’s breasts were even bigger than Namjun had fantasized about, even larger than their already unbelievable size in fancams. They popped out of her blouse as Sana pulled off the stifling garment. Jihyo had large, dark areolas, far from the image that Namjun had in his mind for them, but breathtaking nonetheless. Particularly when Sana took a few extra seconds to suck on each of them. Their shorts and underwear went next, revealing sculpted legs, smoothly curved hips, and primly manicured feet. 

Sana and Jihyo stood totally naked before him, legs and arms woven together in a lover’s embrace. Namjun felt that the sheer radiance of their nude perfection should have already blinded his mortal eyes.

“I think oppa needs a little help taking his clothes off,” Sana said, rubbing the smooth curve of Jihyo’s rear. “Maybe we can help him?”

Namjun wasn’t able to say anything before he was pounced on. With irresistible touches and words that demanded to be heeded, they freed Namjun of every layer of his clothing. Each woman took turns keeping him occupied - with teasing kisses on his lips, brushes against his newly bare skin - while alternating who undressed him. When he was down to just his boxers, both Sana and Jihyo dropped to their knees in front of him. His erect self pressed needfully against the fabric of his underwear, begging to be released.

Jihyo hooked her fingers into Namjun’s waistband and paused, letting her thumb rub up against his hip bones. “You look so nervous, oppa. Don’t be.”

“That’s easy for you to say…” Namjun said, giving an anxious chuckle. “I don’t want to, you know, disappoint you guys…”

Sana gave a fluttering, kind laugh, and traced slow circles on the surface of Namjun’s thigh. “You’re so cute.”

Jihyo pulled down Namjun’s boxers, and he felt himself spring upward against the pressure. Sana caught him directly afterward, wrapping around his shaft. Her hand was moist and warm.

“You had nothing to worry about, Namjun,” Sana whispered, running her hand down his length. Namjun’s toes curled as the blonde’s stroke reached his tip. “Your cock is so pretty. Don’t you think so, Jihyo?”

The younger girl flashed a smile. Her tongue darted out from between her lips, running along their astonishingly plump surfaces. With wide, sparkling eyes, she looked up at Namjun.

Sana took Namjun’s cock by its base, then turned it so its tip was directly in front of Jihyo. The brunette brushed some hair from her face, placed her hands on her knees, and leaned closer, opening her mouth as she did so.

Namjun shivered as Jihyo’s lips sealed around the head of his cock. She slid her head forward, puckered mouth gliding over his shaft. Namjun reached down and ran a hand through her silky hair as she sucked. The cadence of her blowjob was leisurely and sensual, as if Jihyo was relishing the taste and feel of Namjun’s cock.

Sana stood, gave Namjun a kiss on the cheek, then dipped down and sucked on his nipples. He let out a groan as Jihyo took his entire cock into her mouth, the snug ring of her throat clenching around his head. The brunette let out a muted gag, and when she pulled back, spit dripped onto her chin. Still, she continued sucking him, her breasts bouncing back and forth as she picked up the pace. At that moment, Sana gave Namjun’s nipple a light nibble, then wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her hands on his rear.

“You have such a firm, tight ass,” Sana said, massaging his cheeks in circles. “I can’t wait to feel it while you’re balls deep inside me.”

Namjun felt his knees growing weak and his muscles tensing. Jihyo was deepthroating him again, and combined with Sana’s ministrations, it was almost too much. Another few seconds, of this, and he would cum.

Namjun took it upon himself to pull back, to give Jihyo a break from sucking him off. When she pulled back, the brunette wore an amused, knowing expression on her face. 

“I think oppa really liked that,” Jihyo said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “But maybe it’s time for him to repay us, hm?”

Sana sprung up excitedly, blonde hair cascading around her shoulders, perky tits shuddering from the momentum. She grabbed Namjun by the wrist, practically dragging him away from Jihyo, over to the clothes-littered couch.

“I call first!”

“No way,” Jihyo said indignantly, standing. “I was doing all the work. I should go first.”

Sana huffed, then shoved the multiple piles of clothes aside to make room on the couch. “But I’m the one who started all this! You just butted in at the last second.”

Namjun was almost struck completely dumb by the heated way the two group mates argued. It barely even felt like he was the actual subject of the conversation. Was this a situation they encountered often?

“Hey, there’s no need to fight about it,” Namjun said, nearly freezing when both women turned their fiery glares toward him. “I can pleasure you both at the same time.”

“Are you sure about that, oppa?” Jihyo asked. Thankfully, her anger wasn’t directed toward him, and her stiff expression softened considerably as she spoke.

Namjun inhaled, gathering as much confidence as he could. Truthfully, he had no idea how he’d go about this. He racked his brain, groping for any porn scenarios that could help him out.

“Yeah, of course. Both of you, get on the couch and spread your legs.”

Jihyo and Sana looked at one another, eyebrows raised, clearly skeptical at his suggestion. They did as he told them to, however, which made Namjun feel much better.

There wasn’t much space on the couch, so Jihyo draped her leg over Sana’s as they presented themselves to him. Namjun dropped to his knees before them. As he expected, the spaces between their legs were just as gorgeous as the rest of their bodies. Jihyo’s pussy was picturesque, shaved completely bald, with slim lips and an airtight opening. It was like a swath of pure femininity. Sana’s was much more natural, covered in a mat of neatly-trimmed black hair, wide lips gleaming with wetness.

He started by fingering Jihyo. She was on his right, meaning he could use his dominant hand to pleasure her. As he expected, she was extremely tight, but Namjun managed to work his index finger inside, causing Jihyo to let out a cry of pleasure. Her pussy was practically drenched, covering his finger and knuckle as he stroked her.

“Oppa!” Sana said, sounding hurt. “What about me?”

Namjun used his left hand to grab onto Sana’s hips, positioning her so that she faced him. She followed his lead, and soon he bent over at an angle, pressing his mouth to her thick, wet lips. His tongue pushed inside, and her nectar quickly covered his chin. Like Jihyo, Sana was absolutely soaking. The older girl held Namjun’s head in place, as if claiming him as her own, pressing hard against him as he ate her pussy. Both women moaned and sighed, exchanging passionate kisses and playing with each other’s nipples as Namjun pleasured them at the same time.

After having his fill of Sana’s pussy, Namjun switched over to Jihyo’s. The brunette’s pussy was much easier to work with; as long as he focused on her clit, she trembled and cried out his name in pure ecstasy. Sana’s pussy seemed to love his fingers, and he could feel the thrusting of the blonde’s hips as she responded to him.

However, it didn’t take long for his lips, neck, and hands to become tired and sore. He felt both his tongue and fingerwork slowing down, and the volume of the idols’ moans growing lower. Thankfully, Sana spoke up, saving him from his own embarrassment.

“Aw, our oppa is getting tired.” she said fondly, caressing the side of Namjun’s face. “Maybe it’s time for him to lay down on the couch for a little while.”

Namjun happily obliged. He had no clue what the two idols had in store for him, but as usual they seemed totally in sync about their desires. Again, it left him wondering whether they’d done things like this before. Seducing random men they met at music studios didn’t sound like a common hobby, but maybe they were into that sort of thing.

Either way, it didn’t matter much to Namjun. He laid down on the couch, face-up, his erect cock pressed against his abdomen. Sana straddled him, her muscled glutes pressing against his thighs as she spread her legs. She took his cock and began stroking it against her pussy, covering it in the copious amounts of wetness there. Simultaneously, Jihyo gave him a messy, tongue-led kiss.

As Jihyo made her way down to his neck, Sana finally decided that she’d lubed him up enough. She lifted herself slightly, then held Namjun’s cock up as she slid it into her pussy.

Sana rode him with a fast, self-confidence fervor, gyrating her hips against him as she moaned away. The inside of her pussy was tense, closing around his cock like a heavenly vice, using him as her own personal dildo. Namjun grabbed Sana’s hips, and she leaned over, forcing her groupmate out of the way and capturing him in her own kiss. A cascade of bright hair covered his face as their lips met.

“Your cock is so big and hard, oppa,” Sana whispered, increasing the speed of her movement. Her voice pitched upward, and she sounded as if she was about to cry out. “I think I’m gonna come on it. C-can I come on it, oppa? Please?”

“You can do whatever you want,” Namjun whispered desperately. He smacked Sana hard on the ass, and she groaned in satisfaction. “Just don’t stop…”

Sana laughed, then drew back, her cheeks painted a bright pink from exertion. Her hair was splayed messily all around her head and face, and sweat glistened on her breasts. Namjun held tight to Sana's hips, giving her more leverage to work with as she slid her hips rapidly back and forth. 

Jihyo moved over to her groupmate, coming up behind her and playing with her tits from behind. The two women then kissed eagerly until Sana pulled back, craning her neck up to the ceiling, letting out a whining, ecstatic cry. Her pussy clenched hard around Namjun’s cock, quivering internally, driven by the force of her orgasm. Jihyo continued to kiss and fondle Sana as the older girl came.

When the pulsations of her interior had all but subsided, Sana relaxed. She broke out of Jihyo’s embrace and slumped forward onto Namjun’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands through her hair. Her entire body was fevered from exertion, and she smelled of sweat and sex.

“It’s my turn now,” Jihyo said, placing a hand on Sana’s back, tracing the prominent track of her spine.

Still panting, Sana allowed Namjun’s cock to slide out of her drenched pussy, then slumped to the side of the couch.

Namjun’s cock was a little sore from the intensity of Sana’s riding, but he ignored it with ease. Jihyo bent over on the couch, giving him full access to her adorable asshole and pussy. Her pale, shiny skin was too irresistible to ignore, and Namjun started by spreading Jihyo’s cheeks and running his tongue between them. The brunette let out a surprised yelp, then a moan as Namjun ate her pussy and ass from behind.

“That feels so good… I haven’t had my ass eaten in forever,” Jihyo said as Namjun shoved his tongue into her anus. “Sana, come here and lick my asshole while oppa fucks me.”

Namjun was surprised at that request, and expected a scathing retort from Sana, but the blonde didn’t protest at all. Instead, she came up beside Jihyo on the couch. Namjun moved out of the way, jerking his cock as he got himself into a comfortable position. Sana rested her head atop Jihyo’s ass and did exactly as she was asked. Sana’s sloppy tongue and mouth covered Jihyo’s asshole in saliva as Namjun pushed himself inside the brunette’s sleek pussy.

Namjun began to thrust, doing so at a gentle, gradual pace in order to allow Sana to fully indulge. Despite her previous exhaustion, the blonde did exactly that; she licked both the base of Namjun’s shaft and the entirety of Jihyo’s cheeks and asshole. Namjun stroked Sana’s hair again, as if he were rewarding her for her work.

Once Sana was satisfied with how soaked she’d gotten Namjun and Jihyo, she moved over to her groupmate’s face and began smothering her with kisses.

Though Namjun missed the view, he was now able to fuck Jihyo as hard as he wanted to. He gripped her hips and pulled her as close to him as possible, then began thrusting as fast as he could. Jihyo’s resulting moan was stuttered by Namjun’s cock hammering in and out of her. The entire couch squeaked as if protesting the fierce, wild movements of its occupants.

“Holy fuck,” Namjun groaned, feeling his whole body flexing, feeling himself about to explode. “Holy fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Do it inside me!” Jihyo called out, somewhat muffled by Sana’s mouth against her own. “Give me all your come, oppa!”

Namjun did exactly as he was told. At the apex of his hardest, fastest thrust, he unloaded deep into Jihyo. He felt the walls of her pussy fluttering around his cock, and he continued to plunge in and out of her, milking every drop of semen he could, prolonging both of their orgasms.

When Namjun felt that he’d completely emptied himself, he pulled out and collapsed against the armrest behind him. Jihyo flipped over and flopped onto the couch. Cum flowed freely from her pussy, glazing her already-wet asshole. Before the thick, creamy fluid could stain the couch, Sana dove in and caught it. With her mouth.

Jihyo’s eyes widened, then rolled back as Sana began licking her clean. The brunette bit down hard on her lip, clearly overstimulated by her eager group mate. Sana was relentless, fingering Jihyo in order to get all of the cum she could, lapping it up as if it were her favorite thing in the world.

Namjun already felt his eyelids fluttering as he leaned against the armrest of the couch, but he fought against the tide of sleep.

Sana stood, leaving Jihyo’s pussy and asshole wet with spit, but free of cum.

“Holy shit…” Namjun muttered, wiping the sweat from his eyes. “That was… amazing.”

Sana winked, then bent over and gave him a peck on the lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. We had lots of fun, too. Right, Jihyo?”

With effort, Jihyo pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her expression reflected a level of exhaustion that outmatched even Namjun’s, yet she still managed to start pulling her clothes back on. How did they have so much stamina?

“F-fuck, yes.”

Sana laughed and began to gather her clothes. “We would invite you back to the dorm for a shower, but if anyone saw you, there’d be a lot of trouble.”

Namjun nodded. The afterglow of his orgasm was strong, but he couldn’t for the life of him imagine what would happen from here. It had already been one massive trip of a night, something that his mind would probably be processing for days to come. Weeks, even.

“But, that doesn’t mean that we can’t do this again,” Sana took a piece of receipt paper from her pocket, then scribbled something on it. She handed it to Namjun. “Text me next time you’re free. We can… arrange something.”

Namjun looked at the paper. There, beneath a list of various grocery store items, was what he could only assume was Sana’s phone number. Namjun reached over and grabbed his underwear. He began to dress himself as well, doing so in a much slower manner. He obviously didn’t have the same athletic prowess that idols did, but he liked to think that he kept up well today. After all, he’d managed to make both of them cum. That had to count for something, right?

Sana and Jihyo chatted casually as they dressed. Although they both looked as if they’d just run a marathon, they got themselves together much faster than Namjun did. So much so, in fact, that by the time he’d managed to put on his belt, they were already heading out the door.

“We’ll see you later, oppa,” Jihyo said, giving him a final kiss of her own. Unlike Sana’s, hers was far more passionate, and managed to briefly awaken Namjun’s semi-erect cock. “I hope Sana actually invites me next time.”

Sana laughed and smacked Jihyo on the shoulder. They waved goodbye to Namjun, then walked out the door, vanishing down the hallway, the sound of their conversation fading with each passing second. Like echoes in a ghostly dreamscape.

Namjun sat on the couch for a moment, trying to make sense of what the fuck had just happened, then got to dressing himself. He was in no rush, though. Thanks to Sana, he could sleep in all day tomorrow if he really wanted to.

Daddy's Girls (featuring Jisoo and Jennie of BLACKPINK)

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

TW: Incest

 

Contrary to what other people might have believed, being a single father wasn’t all that bad. Of course there were the normal stresses of having two college-aged daughters, the unavoidable tribulations that any parent would have to deal with. The financial burden of feeding two additional mouths, the emotional burden of constantly worrying for their wellbeing, the physical burden of… well, maybe you didn’t mind the physical burden so much.

Because growing up with a sole parental figure had forged a strong bond between you, Jisoo, and Jennie. Doubly so due to your inability to find the time to date around, swamped by working overtime as you were. Your daughters became a central aspect to your life, the main focus of your time outside of your career. It was a relationship in which you shared total openness, complete honesty and trust that led to a connection that was far deeper than you had ever expected it to run. 

And, as you raised them into young adults, their willingness to please you evolved into something far more than what a normal father-daughter relationship entailed. Stray touches, prolonged kisses, and lots of parading around in underwear throughout the house left you feeling conflicted, confused, and at times disgusted with yourself. What father would have such thoughts, let alone perform such acts, with his own children?

But through the gentle convincing of your daughters, their reassurance, their pleading… you began to come around. To slowly acclimate to ways in which they wanted to satisfy you, in the things they wanted you to teach them. Despite having no shortage of potential suitors in their classes and their dorms, neither had had much experience with intimate affairs. That came mostly as a relief, one less thing for you to worry about. During their senior prom, they’d just ended up going with each other rather than saying yes to the innumerable inquiries from classmates of both genders. That didn’t seem weird to you at the time, though that was the night that you’d discovered the true nature of your daughters’ relationship with one another.

It had been when the first inklings of their infatuation with you had come to fruition. They’d gone out to a party with their friends after prom, which you’d allowed; Jennie and Jisoo had proved their trustworthiness time and time again. You’d even lifted their midnight curfew, deciding that since they were both adults now, such a thing wasn’t necessary. Yet that didn’t stop you from staying up until they’d arrived back home, listening closely as the front door opened, as they shared drunken whispers that were easily audible from upstairs. Rather than retreating to their bedrooms, however, they remained in the living room, their voices growing quiet, the silence filling you with curiosity.

After over thirty minutes of waiting for them, you decided to tiptoe downstairs to see what was going on. You expected to find them cuddled up on the couch together, snoozing away the alcohol, as they were wont to do.

Indeed, when you arrived at the arched frame of the living room’s entrance, you’d found them on the couch. Rather than walking in on your daughters sleeping soundly, however, you found them both stark naked, drenched in sweat, and very much awake. Though the lights were off, shrouding many of the more explicit details in darkness, you were able to see all you needed to. Jennie was lying flat on her back, one hand covering her mouth, the other intertwined with her elder sister’s. Jisoo was on all fours, face hidden by Jennie’s legs, head bobbing slowly up and down, the sounds of wetness gliding against wetness making it immediately apparent as to what was happening.

For a second you stood there, transfixed, mind blank, paralyzed by the sight before you. Then you’d regained your senses, managing to slip back upstairs with a hurried yet stealthy step, shutting your bedroom door behind you, suffused by utter surreality. The rest of the night wasn’t kind, as sleep had never come, even long after you’d heard Jennie and Jisoo’s footsteps indicating that they’d retreated to their respective rooms.

Unable to think of a way to properly address the situation, you’d kept quiet about what you’d seen. You could still remember your racing heart accompanied by the yearning in your loins, the sickening urges that had been evoked by watching your eighteen year old daughters pleasuring each other. Fortunately - or, unfortunately, as you’d thought at first - that incident was rapidly overshadowed by Jennie and Jisoo’s decision to shift their attentions to you.

But the buildup of your daughter’s unerring, unnatural willingness to please you was a story for another day. It was one that you enjoyed thinking of, but three years later, when your relationship with Jennie and Jisoo had been firmly cemented, it was far more fun to indulge in the fruits of their love.

And so, on a warm, boring Saturday morning when both Jennie and Jisoo have decided to visit for the weekend, you do exactly that.

The first place you decide to visit is Jennie’s room; she’s a much heavier sleeper than her sister, giving you the chance to merely stand at her bedside and observe her beauty. Her auburn hair is splayed across her pillow, her eyes shut tight and her pretty lips parted as she slumbers away. Each of her fluffy, round cheeks are sprinkled with a hint of pink, a natural blush that tends to come over her when she’s warm. You want to brush the stray strands of hair from her forehead, to lean over and kiss her gently to awaken her, but you quell your appetite and instead decide to enjoy the view a bit more.

It’s always been a thrill that she chooses to sleep only in her underwear. Utilizing a delicate, careful pair of fingers you’re able to lift the sheet from her body without disturbing her. Bringing them all the way down to her ankles, revealing her slender form in all its radiant, ivory delight. Jennie had always been quite invested in sports, significantly more so than her studies. And before you are the fruits of those many hours spent on track, in the pool, and on the court; toned arms, a flat stomach, and breasts that are eternally perky and firm. The pink little nubs of her nipples are soft, not yet ripened by temperature or touch, a shameful fact that you hope to rectify soon.

Unable to curb the aching in your cock, you slide your shorts down and free yourself, stroking slowly as you admire your youngest daughter’s beautiful body.

Below, her legs are bare, adorned only by a thin, almost see-through pair of pink panties. They’re a special lace pair that you’d bought her for her twentieth birthday, and it fills your heart with paternal love to see her wearing them. Knowing Jennie, she’d anticipated you waking her up this way, and likely wanted to give you a little show.

The gesture is so sweet that rather than waking her up with a kiss, you instead slip your hand right into the front band of those panties. Doing so with careful, gradual movements, continuing to stroke yourself as you feel the warm softness of the lips between her legs. The muscles of Jennie’s inner thighs flex a bit as you rub up and down; each pass across her folds brings an extra layer of sticky, slippery residue with it. Jennie’s eyes tighten, and the blush in her cheeks begins to intensify; your darling has always been especially sensitive in that way, very quick to show her arousal regardless of her current state. She lets out a little closed-mouth hum as you part her lips, doing so with a bit more quickness than earlier.

Within is a space that you’re intimately familiar with, a cleft that’s thin and slightly asymmetrical, with a silky little bud at the top and a tight hole below. After a half second of consideration, you decide to go for the former, knowing that it’ll provide Jennie with the most pleasure possible. Indeed, all it takes is a single swipe of your fingertip, and Jennie’s hips are already bucking, the corners of her lips lifting, a louder hum vibrating within her throat. Seconds from waking, no doubt. And so you release your cock from your grip and place your hand right up against her cheek, stroking her skin with the pad of your thumb. Continuing to rub her ripening clit, watching as her nipples do the same, stiffening into hard little points that you can’t wait to get a taste of. Jennie’s knees begin to press inward, trembling as you switch to miniscule, swift passes, as her nectar soaks the inside of her panties.

Finally, her eyelids flutter open, dreamy and filled with raw lust, pupils focusing first on your erect cock, then drifting upward to stare directly at you.

“G-good morning, Daddy,” she whispers, letting out a tiny squeal to punctuate her sentence. “It’s… oh, sh-shit… it’s so nice to see you.”

At the sweet, charming sound of Jennie’s voice, your willpower is shattered. Torn asunder, annihilated in every way possible, leaving you lost in the throes of your own desire.

Jennie shuts her eyes once more, puckering her lips obediently as you lean into her. Given that she’s just woken up, the kisses you give her are chaste and rapid, barely enough to sate your appetite. You maintain your dance against Jennie’s clit, somewhat surprised that she’s managed to hold herself together so far. Usually she’d be clinging to you by now, nails digging into your skin as you guide her into a strong, resounding orgasm. Maybe it’s the fact that she was still half-asleep, or perhaps she just isn’t particularly in the mood this morning. You’d ask if she was feeling alright, but you knew that Jennie would deny any discomfort. Over the years you’d learned that she was an absolute slut for her Daddy.

Fortunately, once you part from her lips and begin kissing the tender curve of her throat, Jennie lets herself go. She moans without shame, a chorus of pure ecstasy that drives you into complete infatuation. Bending over further, you meet the swell of her breast, the drum of your fingers against her clit growing frantic, lacking any kind of true cadence. Judging by how soaked her panties have become, you’ll need to wash her sheets for her later.

As your lips seal around the pointed shape of her right nipple, Jennie’s moans only grow louder, coming in a rapid, stuttering stream. By this point, there’s no way her elder sister hasn’t been awakened; Jennie’s cries must be filling the entire house. Yet how could you stop? Nowadays it was rare that you get the opportunity to give so much to your youngest daughter, and as a result, you endeavor to give her the best orgasm she’s had in recent memory. The kind of orgasm that made her cling to the bedsheets, her pretty little butt rising above the mattress, her whole body writhing so fitfully that it was difficult to keep your hand in her underwear. The kind of orgasm where you’re forced to place a kindly palm over her mouth to prevent her from wearing her throat out. The kind of orgasm that leaves her quaking, teary-eyed, smiling and laughing and drenched in sweat.

And that’s exactly what you do. It doesn’t take long at all; Jennie’s been deprived of her daddy’s touch for over two weeks now. Aside from a few sexting sessions here and there, she hasn’t had any release. So her first orgasm of the weekend comes fast and hard, leaving her releasing sobs that you know are driven by pleasure, but still make your heart swell with sympathy. Afterward you join her on the bed, wrapping your arms around her demure form, offering kisses to the side of her head, stroking her hair, and letting her rest on your chest.

You remain like that for a while, cradling Jennie with love, allowing her to recover from her orgasm. In addition to providing your daughter with some much-needed aftercare, you also gain the benefit of her thin, delicate fingers gracing your shaft. None of her ministrations are particularly brisk, but the simple, gradual strokes she gifts you with are highly appreciated nonetheless. They reawaken your sexual appetite, and you position yourself in such a way that the head of your cock is pressed right against Jennie’s right thigh. Your cuddles turn to groping once again, starting with her breasts, pressing her against you with a strong arm as she jerks you off right onto her leg.

“You like that, Daddy?” Jennie whispers, the first thing she’s managed to get out since you’d made her cum. She’s still breathless, her voice weak and reedy and distant.

Nodding, you give her a kiss on her sweat-sprinkled temple. “No, Jennie. I love it.”

Jennie giggles and snuggles further into your chest, her strokes increasing in speed so that your shaft smacks against her thigh. Your mind immediately heads in the direction of a nice, intimate thighjob, and you’re about to goad her into the correct position for it when you hear her bedroom door breaking open.

Lifting your head, you’re unsurprised to see the eldest of your two daughters, Jisoo. She tiptoes her way into the room, as if attempting to mask her presence from Jennie. It seems to be working; your youngest daughter continues to kiss your chest, jerking you off against her upper leg, showing no sign that her sister has entered the room.

A broad, dimpled smile is all Jisoo wears as you look upon her, and you feel yourself growing balefully more erect as you admire your oldest daughter’s naked body. Though still slim, Jisoo’s build carries more bulk than her sister’s, gifted as she is by the assets passed down by her mother. While Jennie’s abdomen is taut and lined, Jisoo’s is defined and strong, with a prominent furrow at its center and layers of oblong muscle extending up to her ribcage. She sports a pair of breasts that are comparatively larger than her sister’s; perhaps not as perky, but with enough extra meat to more than make up for it. Jisoo’s always been one to flaunt her mature nature, keeping a thin layer of hair between her legs, well-kempt yet pronounced, a mat of jet black that contrasts to the tone of dark violet she’s chosen for her luscious locks above.

Yet despite the near-perfection of the rest of Jisoo’s body, your attention falls upon her most prominent feature: her thighs. You’re entranced by them in every way, so much so that you barely notice that Jennie’s stopped masturbating you. Gawking at Jisoo’s thighs shamelessly, watching with increasing anticipation, almost drooling at the way they flash and jiggle with every footstep. Jisoo’s always been more into weightlifting than her sister, and the results have always been unendingly satisfying to you.

“ Daddy …” Jennie whines as you turn away from her, laying flat on your back so that you can greet your eldest daughter.

Absently, you stroke Jennie's hair, hoping to offer her some kind of apology for neglecting her. To be fair, though, you’d just given her plenty of attention, even going so far as to make her cum first thing in the morning.

“Morning!” Jisoo says sunnily, leaning over, taking your hand and holding it tightly, caressing the side of your face as she kisses you.

Jisoo’s kiss is starved and insistent, with breath tastes of fresh mint and a tongue that wants nothing more than to meet yours. You melt into it, into her , keeping an arm around Jennie and continuing to snuggle her as you let your other hand stray down Jisoo’s body. Swirling a finger into her navel, tracing lines on the inner aspects of her legs, settling on the front of her quad.

“Did you miss me, daddy?” Jisoo asks, parting from you, standing straight and allowing you to massage each of her thighs. “Did you miss touching me?”

Jennie lets out a little huff of indignation, shifting so that she can slip out from under your arm. Admittedly, it’s a movement that you barely notice, captivated as you are by her sister’s silky, supple flesh.

“I did,” you say, looking up at Jisoo as she plays with your ears and runs fingers through your hair. “Especially these wonderful legs of yours.”

Giggling, Jisoo moves forward, pressing her legs to the side of the bed, bringing them right in front of your face. So close that you barely have to crane your neck at all to kiss them, pressing your lips to her right quad while pressing your fingertips to her left. With each brush of your mouth against her skin, there comes a slight flavor of cocoa butter, along with a greasy texture that actually isn’t all that unpleasant. Almost like licking the fondant frosting from a perfect vanilla cake. Well, in this case, a pair of perfect vanilla cakes.

Packing away the mental image of Jisoo’s thighs covered in frosting, you lick each of them anyway, dragging first the tip then the entire bed of your tongue across the unblemished, glistening tableau of her upper legs. Jisoo tilts and bends and adjusts herself several times, giving you access to every inch of her thighs. She’s intimately familiar with your infatuation with her lovely legs; it’s an affliction that she’s capitalized on many times in the past. Never for nefarious reasons, mostly just in exchange for trinkets she’d found online, or forgiveness for minor mistakes on her part. A month of daily thigh jobs as a trade for a mere hundred dollar necklace wasn’t a bad deal at all.

“I lotioned them up, just for you, daddy,” Jisoo says in a breathy, pseudo-innocent tone. “Do you like that?”

A wave of weakness comes over you at that. “I love it.”

It’s then that you feel an insistent pressure on your knees, and you look down to find Jennie pushing them open. She wears an expression of utmost determination, pouting slightly as she maneuvers herself between your legs. Your cock is practically begging to be touched anyway, so you bend your knees and allow Jennie to get between them, to lay her fluffy cheek against your inner thigh, to stroke your cock with a melancholy, almost dejected look on her face.

“I’m not purposely ignoring you, baby,” you assure Jennie, patting her at the top of her head, watching as her frown briefly curves up into a smile. “I just gave you plenty of attention. It’s Jisoo’s turn.”

Jennie doesn’t answer that, instead lifting her head and crawling forward a few more inches.

“Unnie,” Jennie says almost reluctantly, glancing at her sister. “Can you tie my hair back?”

To your surprise, Jisoo doesn’t give Jennie any pushback. She doesn’t even comment, instead doing just as she’s asked, making a swift bun at the back of Jennie’s head, utilizing her own hair tie to do so. Once she’s finished, she accepts a peck on the lips from her younger sister, another welcome surprise from your daughters. They were close, and usually had no issues getting along, but when it came to sharing you, there’d been lots of jealousy-related hangups. It was a rare treat to see them getting along this well in bed.

You want to compliment them for that in some way, but you aren’t given the opportunity as Jennie’s lips seal around the head of your cock. A relieved sigh blows out through your nose as she takes your shaft deeper, shutting her eyes and letting your cock fill first her mouth, then her throat. Holding it there for several long seconds, your tip twitching against the back of her throat, making her gag lightly as she turns a teary-eyed gaze upward to regard you.

“Oh fuck, Jennie,” you groan as Jennie finally pulls back, bringing forth a gush of her own spit that does nothing to deter her from rubbing the side of your cock against her face. “You've been practicing.”

A smile splits Jennie’s wet lips, and without a word, she begins sucking you off in earnest. Pushing her open palms against your leg, giving protracted, slow, tongue-filled passes of her lips. Her smokey stare remains trained directly upon you, almost impossible to deny in its sheer magnetism.

“That’s all thanks to me , actually,” Jisoo mumbles, stalking around the side of the bed to take Jennie’s place beside you. “Do you know how many times she cried from trying to deepthroat my strap?”

Ignoring her sister’s jibes, Jennie wantonly bobs her head up and down, slurping loudly, using both hands to jerk the base of your shaft. While Jisoo definitely had her beat in the thigh department, Jennie’s blowjob skills were frankly out of this world. They were her trump card, her favorite way to get her daily dose of protein in. You know that, if you allow yourself to do so, you could potentially end up cumming within minutes.

That worry is increased tenfold when Jisoo snuggles up beside you, kissing the side of your neck and guiding your hand toward her thighs once again. For a second you’re unsure of where to keep your focus on: Jennie’s wet, shameless lips, or Jisoo’s creamy, inviting thighs. The decision becomes particularly difficult when Jisoo brings your hand between her legs, letting it rest upon the wet cleft between her thighs. Similar to her leg muscles, the lips of her pussy are much meatier than her sister’s, though in a feminine way that you can’t resist taking full advantage of. Stroking up and down, parting them, wrapping your arm around Jisoo’s shoulder as you play with her pussy. Rather than fondling and stimulating her clit - as you’d done with Jennie - you instead fill her with a finger, a single digit that just barely manages to squeeze into her tight, flexing hole.

Jisoo hums in response, muttering a swift “Oh yes, Daddy,” before wrapping her arms around you and pressing her face to your neck. Jennie’s wonderful mouthwork below is almost enough to distract you from pleasuring Jisoo, but over the years you’ve become used to this sort of thing. With two similarly aged daughters in the household, multitasking skills were a necessity; and so you stroke Jennie’s hair as you kiss and finger Jisoo. Your older daughter’s pussy yields to you with ease, allowing for two digits rather than one, filling her to the brim, jamming her into that luscious twilight space between pleasure and pain. Her half-lidded eyes match those of her sister’s as she grabs hold of her own dark, chocolate-colored nipples, molesting herself in complete synchrony with your devilish, talented hands.

But eventually Jennie’s sucking becomes too distracting, too amazingly wet and tight and hot to do anything but stare down at her with your mouth agape. And so it’s then that you decide to take both of your daughters at once.

“Get on my face,” you murmur into your eldest daughter’s ear. “I want to eat you out.”

Jisoo lets out a little squeal of delight, hurrying to get up onto her knees, preparing to straddle your face. Before she can, however, you cup Jennie’s chin in your fingers, tilting her head upward and removing her from the tip of your cock. Several near-intangible strings of saliva run from her lips to your shaft, breaking as she licks them away with her thin, pink tongue.

“I want you to ride me, Jennie,” you say, smiling at your youngest daughter, petting her gently. “I wanna see your cute little ass bouncing up and down on my cock.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Jennie says obediently, giving a final kiss to the underside of your balls. “ Anything for you…”

A shiver runs all the way up your spine as Jennie follows her sister’s movements, spinning around to reveal her perky, tight cheeks. You’re only able to catch the barest, briefest glimpse of them before Jisoo lowers herself onto your face, eclipsing your vision entirely with her hairy, slick pussy and thick, toned ass.

Again, that ever-present, all-important skill of multitasking comes into play. You grab hold of Jisoo’s thighs, wrapping hands around them as her pussy meets your tongue. Her flavor is immaculate as usual, sharp and bitter in all the best ways. Her voluminous cheeks smother you, bringing your world into a warm darkness of which you’re intimately familiar. Your hands stray up and down her thighs, and you wish that your mouth wasn’t so full of nectar, as your darling Jisoo deserves far more compliments on thighs than you’ve given her so far. Their smooth surfaces are absolute thrills to touch, to massage. Again your mind strays back to the blissful occasions in which you’d slid your cock directly between them, right into the exquisite, taut gap their shapes created. You recall Jisoo’s light yet insistent weight against you as you thrust between them, as you erupted a fountain of cum all over her beautiful hamstrings. Jennie had always been so willing to help her sister clean up, utilizing that cute tongue of hers to lick up every drop… 

Presently, Jisoo gyrates and flares against you, dragging her soaking nethers all over your face, even giving you a taste of the puckered, dry hole behind her pussy. It had been awhile since you’d explored the interior of either of your daughters’ assholes, and you decide to do so later on today. 

Your distant, future fantasies are cut short when you feel Jennie taking hold of your cock from below. Though you can’t see what she’s doing, you’ve been in a similar position on countless previous occasions. You can perfectly picture Jennie’s lithe, curvy upper back, arching into the deep hollow of her sacrum, her tender, taut cheeks serving as an exquisite finale. In fact, you soon feel those exact cheeks pressing to your upper legs as she lowers herself on you, accompanied by the far more prevalent sensation of her walls clenching around your shaft. A knee-shaking quiver runs through you, and for a moment you pause in your enjoyment of Jisoo’s soaking pussy, heaving out a sigh, smiling as Jennie takes you in. Further and further, stretching her walls out with your cock until you’re filling her to the brim. There’s a brief second of hesitation before she starts riding you, synchronizing her side-to-side passes with those of her older sister. 

Between the frantic dance of your tongue and the micro-thrusts of your hips and glutes, it’s difficult to keep track of time. Both girls are experts at riding, and display their skills in a competitive, increasingly pleasurable way. Jisoo’s acute awareness of your love for her thighs comes into play here, as indicated by her insistent grabbing of your hands, placing them upon the crests of those jiggly, sweat-dappled legs. Yet you can’t help but reach down to greedily dig your fingers into Jennie’s chiseled cheeks, spreading them wide, listening intently as she lets out a surprised cry. Upping the ante, Jennie begins to bounce up and down, bracing against the mattress with her hands, slapping her ass hard against you as you tug on her hair. Jisoo’s response is similar, borderline suffocating you, crying out so loudly that you’re sure the neighbors can hear her. 

Ultimately, it’s Jisoo who gives in first. Her riding switches to a jolting, rapid beat, and the creak of the bed frame indicates that she’s holding on to it for leverage. Though your tongue has become sore and strained from its continuous work, you flick its tip as fast as you can, locating that magic space just in front of her pussy, vigorously licking at the thick, protruding point of her clit. Locking your arms around her upper legs, keeping her in place, preventing her convulsions from taking her away from you. Aware of what’s happening above, Jennie slows her riding down, again switching to that gradual back-and-forth pace, allowing you to bring her big sister to a final, careening completion.

Jisoo’s muscles quake furiously beneath your hands as you envelope your mouth with her pussy, her cries devolving into a mess of half-formed words. The only ones you can understand are “Daddy!” and “Thank you!”, a familiar combination of terminal utterances that she tends to fall into whenever you make her cum. Though Jisoo has never been much of a squirter, you think you can taste an additional gush of her juices as she pushes in with one final flare of her hips against your face, ending her riding by aiming her clit right upon your tongue.

Just as Jisoo finishes, Jennie decides to make her presence known once again, bracing against the bed once more, clenching her walls with all of her might, squatting up and down so quickly that the air is shoved from your lungs. Luckily, Jisoo chooses that moment to release you, to depart from your face and flop onto the bed beside you. This allows you to breathe once again, as well as to view the magnificent sight of Jennie’s riding. Jisoo cuddles up against your side as her sister grunts, huffs, and groans from exertion, as a familiar warmth rushes into your balls, into your shaft, into your tip. You flex the muscles of your inner pelvis, holding back the oncoming rush, grabbing Jennie by her hips and pulling her off of your cock before she can make you erupt prematurely.

Knowing your preferences in bed well, both of your exhausted daughters scramble to get between your legs. Even without stimulation, your cock feels as though it’s ready to burst; whoever happens to touch it first would be the lucky recipient of your load.

Jisoo turns out to be the winner in that case, half-shoving her sister out of the way, sealing her lips around your cock, jerking you so fast that you bellow out a cry of your own. Jisoo hollows her cheeks, sucking in short bursts, staying at your tip, making your entire world grow dim and distant, swamped as it is by overstimulation. You can feel your toes curling, your hands trembling as they desperately claw at Jisoo’s hair, your hips thrusting in order to get as much of your cock into your daughter’s mouth as possible…

“No fair!” Jennie says indignantly, hitting Jisoo on the shoulder even as she milks you into her mouth. “ I wanted Daddy’s cum!”

Barely able to fight your way out of your stupor, your mind and mouth move on autopilot:

“Y-you can share,” you say softly, stroking the side of Jisoo’s cheek, prompting her to pull herself up from your cock. As usual, not a single drop is wasted, your eldest daughter’s sucking skills preceding her. “Jisoo…”

With a muffled pout, Jisoo turns her head toward a waiting Jennie, who positions herself obediently beneath her sister. Jisoo spits a heavy, thick, creamy mouthful onto Jennie’s tongue, bidding the younger girl to meet her halfway, to connect their lips in a messy conjunction. They both release hums of satisfaction, kissing fiercely, passing your load back and forth between their mouths. Their chins quickly become stained with saliva and cum alike, their tongues lashing ravenously against each other. The sweetness of their conjunction reflects an ardor that transcends their rivalry. In fact, it even ends with the majority of your cum inside of Jennie’s mouth, and a cute little smile crosses her lips as she swallows hardily.

Using lazy, pleading touches, you bring both of your daughters to your side, exchanging sweet, filthy kisses with them as they take turns playing with your semi-erect cock. Once both girls have been satisfied, they give you tandem kisses on your cheeks, making you promise to wait in bed for them while they go to freshen up. After assuring them that you won’t be going anywhere, you doze lightly on Jennie’s bed, marveling at the fact that the day had barely started.

Industry Standard Chapter 1: The Intern

It’s a Monday morning, you have a steaming cup of espresso in your hand, and the sun is just starting to rise above the horizon of Seoul. The glittering reflections from the skyscrapers send the sun’s brilliant white rays into your office, but their glare is minimal, thanks to the smart-tinting windows you’d had installed last month. As such, you’re afforded a dazzling view of the pink-indigo sky beyond the mountains. It’s early - normally far too early for you to be in office, early enough for only the janitors to be around - but you couldn’t help but show up at this hour. Anticipation had robbed you of your sleep.  A smile spreads across your face as you think of the contract you managed to negotiate this weekend, the rewards that awaited both throughout the week and this coming weekend.

You take a sip of coffee and turn away from your window, taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of polished wood and burning incense. A few slow, lazy strides take you to your desk, where you take a seat upon a plush leather chair - more of a throne than a proper chair, in your opinion - and you begin a cursory review of the documents for the day. Much of the paperwork will be sorted by your secretary, but you decide to give her a bit of a break that morning. She’d worked very hard for you last Friday.

You skim through several contracts, all revolving around the Kim family, the owners of a smaller yet profitable sister company that you’ve been working with for quite some time. Your eyes fall upon the topmost document, the one you’ve been reviewing repeatedly since it’s been signed. A document that you have many plans for. A document involving the patriarch of the Kim family. His signature blares out on the page, a beacon of familiarity, a fancy black scribble on plain white paper: Kim Minho .

A knock at the door breaks you from your reverie, shatters the veneer of ghostly, wild remembrance that tickles the edges of your vision. You recognize the cadence of the knock, the one-two strike of a gentle but insistent fist striking wood.

“Come in.” you call, reorganizing the paperwork, placing the stack back on your desk as your door glides open to reveal your secretary.

Kim Jennie - no relation - has been working for you for a long while now. She was actually your first intern as a manager, and the only one who’s stuck with the company beyond her initial years. She knows you the best out of anyone you’ve ever worked with, a quality which you aren’t sure is a positive or not. 

“Morning, sir,” she says, flashing a gummy, toothy smile that should have belonged to a woman far more innocent than she. The uniform she wears is of your choosing, sleek black dress pants with a velvet vest and a white undershirt. Not much of her skin is visible - just a few swathes of sunkissed alabaster here and there - but her fit, taut curves are on full display for your viewing pleasure. “You’re early today.”

Promptly, she makes her way over to your desk, grinning like a schoolgirl all the while. You contemplate opening your arms to accept her in an embrace, but at the last second you decide not to, instead positioning yourself so that the desk blocks her from approaching. Jennie’s smile falters slightly. Yet, when you reach out and stroke the contour of her chubby, smooth cheek, and she all but nuzzles into your hand.

“I’m excited for the new intern who’s coming in today, is all.” you say, letting your hand fall, ghosting your fingertip over the cloth-covered outline of Jennie’s collarbone. At your words, she flinches again, but you grab hold of her shoulder and keep her in place. For obvious reasons, she’s never been too big a fan of your interns.

“Minho’s daughter, right?” Jennie asks, and you can practically taste the pained anticipation in her tone. She’s quite familiar with the old man, and unlike many other women of her age and status, she’s actually a pretty big fan of him. Or, rather, the money he’s willing to spend for her company.

You nod and hand her the stack of documents associated with your latest deal.

“Would you mind filing these for me? Whenever you get the chance, of course.”

Jennie takes the documents, eyes narrowing as she skims over the front page. She presses her lips in a hard line, likely distraught by the contents of the contract.

“Yes, sir. Is there anything else?” she asks. Though you both know she was the one who technically interrupted you , it’s acceptable to let her get away with such statements. Despite her standoffish attitude, she’d proved her loyalty to the corporation - and, more importantly, to you -  on numerous occasions.

“We’re done for now,” you say, turning back to your chair and waving her off. “When the new intern gets here, would you mind showing her to my office?”

A near-imperceptible pause from Jennie, a charged second of silence that conveys her annoyance as much as she finds acceptable. When considering the contrast to her usual frigid, razor-calm demeanor, it was the Jennie equivalent of an angry outburst. When she speaks again her voice is just as professional and chipper as usual, but you know that inside, she’s seething.

“Yes, sir.” 

The doors open and shut again, leaving you in the luxurious solitude of your office. You take a seat at your desk once more, leaning back and glancing out the window, where the sun has fully risen. It’s a sunny day, backdropped by an azure tableau, lacking even a hint of white on its magnificent canvas. Thinking of your new intern, you sit and return to your coffee, your nightmarish imagination running wild.

***

Less than an hour has passed when you receive a second knock on your door. It isn’t Jennie’s knock, of course, but a beat that conveys the gazelle-before-a-lion timidity in its cadence.

“Come in.” you say as cordially as possible, glad that your desk hides the jittery, anticipatory bounce of your leg.

For the first time in several months, you lay eyes on Kim Dahyun, Minho’s eldest daughter. Throughout your time in dealing with her father, you’ve seen Dahyun on several occasions, mostly here and there at dinner parties and official functions. A twenty one year old university student, she carries the air of a woman who doesn’t understand just how pretty she is despite the undoubtedly high amount of attention she garners from men and boys alike. Her features are an exquisite blend of both her mother’s and fathers; sporting exotic, monolidded eyes, plump lips that are defined by the crimson lipstick upon them, and a perfectly sculpted jawline that’s strong yet feminine. Today she wears a business casual outfit; a checkered skirt that ends mid-thigh, her collared button-up shirt tucked into its waistband. The top is baggy, which is a disappointment; from the peeks you’ve snuck at her in the past, you’ve seen the perkiness of her palm-sized breasts. They would’ve been a nice sight first thing in the morning, but ultimately it was no matter. You’d get your full view of them soon enough.

“Hello, sir,” Dahyun says cheerily, hurrying toward your desk. You stand and shake her hand, its delicate form small within your own, and you can just feel the tremble in her fingers. She’s frankly nervous, which is good. Whether she knows it or not, she has every reason to be. “It’s wonderful to formally meet you.”

“And you as well, Dahyun. Come sit with me. We should be more comfortable while we get to know each other.”

You step beside her, placing your right hand on her dainty shoulder, pressing your left against the valley of her lower back. She looks up at you with an innocent, vulnerable twinkle in her eyes, allowing you to lead her over to your couch, a place that you’ve taken many interns before.

Dahyun sits primly at the edge of the leather cushion, holding down her skirt in an attempt to show propriety.

“So it’s your first day here. It’s a big change from university work, I’m sure,” you say, taking a comparatively lazy posture beside her, ensuring that you two are close together. “A different kind of work, I mean.”

Dahyun brushes some hair from her cheek, unveiling more of her beautiful visage. With such a tantalizing meal before you, it takes much of your self-control to resist pinning her down and taking her right there. Thankfully, you’ve learned that patience is a virtue.

“Some of the workflows and things are familiar to me, actually. I’ve done some work with my dad at his company.” Dahyun says with a nervous chuckle. “But of course I’m still a complete newbie. I hope I don’t mess anything up, though…”

You pat her on the arm, giving her thin bicep a hearty squeeze. It molds well to your grip, its owner’s eyebrows lifting as she feels your strong touch.

“I assure you that we’re all here to guide you, to ensure that you’re on the right path for your career. I saw your grades, your resume, your extracurriculars. You’re on the right track. And Jennie will ensure that it stays that way.”

You leave your hand on Dahyun’s upper arm as you speak, and though she doesn’t shy away, neither does she respond in a frankly positive manner. Not yet, at least.

“Thank you, sir. I promise I won’t let you down.”

Dahyun smiles awkwardly. You can tell by her drawn-in body language and twitchy gestures that she’s apprehensive, unsure of how to approach the situation. Likely questioning your close proximity to her, and what it means in terms of your professional relationship.

“Seems like you’re doing great so far,” you add, patting the skirt-covered outer aspect of her thigh, letting your hand linger there. She doesn’t move away or shrug it off, but you can feel her stiffen at your touch. “Just a little more work, and I think all the negotiating your parents did to get you here will be worth it.”

Dahyun’s brow furrows, and she tilts her head, looking up from her lap to meet your gaze. Her eyes are curious and scared, barely managing to remain trained on yours for more than five seconds before flickering away.

“My parents?” she asks, her voice a transient whisper, the frightened cry of a gazelle beneath a lion’s leer. “What do you mean?”

You give a coy shrug, diverting the question by rubbing her thigh, ghosting your fingertips at the hem of her skirt. She notices it fully now, and you see her throat move as she swallows hard.

“That’s not important right now. But you should know that your father made great sacrifices to get you here. As long as you do all the work that’s assigned to you, and you do it well, you’ll have a very smooth time at this company.”

Dahyun stares at your hand, and you can practically see the conflict on her face. Her shy smile is gone, replaced by a grimace, one that reflects great distaste, yet makes her cute little lips look all the more delicious. She has to know what’s coming now, but she doesn’t want to accept it. Luckily, you know that it'll take nothing more than a gentle prod to get her there.

With your free hand you reach down to your own pants and slowly undo your belt buckle. Dahyun jumps slightly in her seat, eyes going wide and panicked as she tries to move away. You reach over and grab her wrist, holding her in place, keeping her beside you. You’re ready for a struggle, but luckily for her, she acquiesces as soon as she feels your grip upon her.

“Do you want your father’s sacrifices to be in vain, Dahyun?” you whisper, leaning close so that she can feel the warmth of your breath on her ear. “You’re still new. Barely an hour into the position. It would be very easy to replace you right now. Is that what you want?”

The quiet in the room is heavy as she pauses before answering with a defeated, furtive. “N-no, sir.”

You place a gentle, almost fatherly kiss on her cheek, one that makes her shiver and squirm in her seat. Still she remains beside you, frozen in place. Your gazelle has finally realized that she’s cornered, that she has no choice but to submit, to shut her eyes and pray that the oncoming darkness will be quick and painless. And, if she cooperates, you intend to make it that way for her.

You bring her hand over and place it on your half-undone buckle. Dahyun gets the hint, and with shaking hands she releases it fully. There’s a brief moment of hesitation before she continues, before her dainty fingers begin working at your zipper. You lift your hips slightly, helping her out as she brings your pants and boxers down, freeing your throbbing, erect cock.

Dahyun’s lips part slightly as she stares at your exposed form. 

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, Dubu?” you ask, returning her sneer. She’s overtly disgusted by your use of her father’s pet name for her. You stroke the silky, dark strands of hair near the nape of her neck, pushing down somewhat, hinting at what’s to come.

Dahyun swallows again, seemingly frozen in place, her hands still holding the hem of your pants and underwear. Her face is a mask of utter horror, as it should be, her cheeks aglow with an innocent blush that resembles the color of fresh raspberries.

“Yes, a few times, but… never one this big.”

“There’s a first time for everything, right?”

“I…” Dahyun trails off, looking up from your cock and directly into your face. Her eyes are heavy and sorrowful, filled with tears, and she gives a quick, pathetic sniffle before continuing to speak. “Please don’t make me do this, sir.”

A brief flash of sympathy comes over you before you check yourself. This girl has been pampered all her life, treated like a princess at the expense of the hardworking men and women beneath her. She’s long overdue to be put in her place. You’re only doing what’s right.

Smiling, you use the pad of your thumb to wipe away her tears.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper, smiling at her, cupping her cheek. “I’ll be gentle.”

All sense of hope is extinguished from Dahyun’s expression as you shift your hand to the back of her head. You push against the feeble resistance she gives, and she lets out a satisfying sob as her mouth approaches your cock. Another push and you feel your tip against her shut lips. 

“Suck it, Dahyun,” you command, taking your shaft by its base and rubbing it against her cheeks and chin. She lets out a close-mouthed whimper, but remains limp, likely too terrified to fight back, yet too disgusted to accept your shaft. “Right now.”

At your terse word, she obeys. The warm interior of her mouth clasps around the head of your cock, the bed of her tongue caressing your tip. Her sucking is shallow and loose, inexperienced at best.

“Tighten up your lips,” you say, releasing her head, sure that she’ll no longer try to resist you. “And suck deeper.”

No response from your Darling Dahyun, but she does as you say. The hold on your cock grows snug, facilitated by her pursed lips. She manages to take half of the length of your shaft in her mouth, and though it’s not a deep suck at all, it’ll do just fine. You don’t want to push her too hard. Doing that in the past had garnered you some decidedly messy results.

“That’s it, Dubu. Good girl. Suck that cock for your daddy. Make all his negotiating worth it.”

Another whimper, this time against your cock, and you feel a couple of her tears fall onto your bare thighs. Her sucking doesn’t let up, though, the sound of her wet lips gliding of your cock filling your ears like a perverted symphony. Deftly, you shift your attention to her bent back, running fingers down her spine, making her shudder with what’s probably a combination of disgust and arousal. She grows rigid for a second, flinching when you reach back and lift her skirt.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” you growl, shoving her head down again, making her gag as she takes more of your cock than she can handle. A hot gush of saliva splashes against your balls, but you release her before she becomes overwhelmed. “Keep sucking.”

With a half-sob, Dahyun continues blowing you, allowing you to return to the round, taut shape of her ass. It’s covered by a navy blue pair of panties, but her pale cheeks are exposed enough for you to enjoy freely. Their flesh is pliable yet firm, yielding to your palms as you massage her ass. A pair of beautiful sights and sensations indeed. Her ass is a lovely treasure that should be cherished and shared, especially given that this is your first time claiming Dahyun as your own.

Luckily your phone is nearby, and you snatch it up from the table beside your armrest. You snap a few pictures of Dahyun’s rear, making sure to lift her panties and position them to show various angles of the space between her cheeks. She lets out a few groans of protest at this, but by now she knows better than to stop sucking you off.

“Now get on your knees,” you command, smacking her ass, loving the way her flesh jiggles beneath your hand. “I want to see your pretty face.”

Dahyun releases your cock from her mouth, obeying without hesitation. She swallows as she situates herself between your legs, her face stricken by a combination of salacious sadness and delectable depression. To your pleasant surprise, she needs no extra goading to continue sucking you off. Instead she takes your cock by its base and pops the tip between her lips to start again. Shutting her eyes, employing all the techniques you’d instructed her on prior, putting her neck into it this time, even using her fingers to cup and play with your balls when tiredness renders her unable to maintain a steady rhythm to her sucking. Sure, she’s probably only going so hard in order to get this whole ordeal over with faster, but you reward her nonetheless. Giving her gentle caresses, stroking her silky hair, tracing the curve of her jaw. Pressing against the top of her head, massaging her scalp with your fingertips. Like an artist admiring his finest work, you commit each contour of her face to memory, marveling at the sheer perfection of her well-sculpted visage.

“That’s a good girl. Look at me,” you say, running thumbs along her cheeks, wiping away the tears that stain her skin. Dahyun does so, continuing to take your cock between her lips, slurping loudly as accumulated saliva gushes onto her chin. Her eyes are alight with revulsion and sadness. “Now lick the tip.”

Dahyun pulls back, sticking her tongue out, offering feathery, unpracticed licks to the head of your cock. 

“Keep licking,” you say, reaching to the side of the couch to grab your phone. “And close your eyes again.”

Without question, Dahyun does as you say, allowing you to get a few shots of her lovely pink tongue swirling around the head of your cock. After a second of thought, you zoom in and take a video, ensuring that the quality is high enough to see the wetness she leaves on your swollen tip.

“Alright, get back to sucking,” you say, slyly putting your phone away, reminding yourself to show the zoomed-in video to Minho when you see him this weekend. “As fast as you can, now. And make sure you smile for me while you do it.”

Dahyun’s hands press to your thighs as she bobs her head up and down, sucking you vigorously. Her tears continue to fall, splattering against you in a steady trickle, yet doing nothing to impede her mouth work. You grip hard to the back of her neck as your hips begin to thrust of their own accord. They’re small thrusts, coming in time with Dahyun’s sucking, synchronizing in a way that’s satisfying enough to make you grunt. Heat rises from your pelvis, up your balls and into your shaft.

“You better not spit it out,” you mutter as those first spurts begin to reach your tip. “Don’t you dare waste a single drop.”

Dahyun lets out a muffled groan as you erupt. You hold the back of her head with both hands, keeping Dahyun in place as you empty your balls directly into her mouth. Her eyes grow wide and shocked - betrayed, almost, as if she hadn’t expected you to do such an awful thing to her - before shutting tightly. Near-soundless utterances of protest rock her lips, bringing subtle vibrations up your length. The sensation is blissfully overwhelming, so much so that you continue to hold Dahyun there, filling her mouth as much as possible, making sure that you’ve expelled every last drop. When it’s clear that you’ve finished, that you have nothing left to give her, you release Dahyun’s head.

Dahyun’s crying has smeared her mascara, making it run onto her cheeks. Her lipstick is smeared around her spit-wet lips, the bottom of which still quivers slightly from unreleased sobs. It’s absolutely perfect, a pristine image of Kim Minho’s darling daughter. Almost good enough to fuck.

Unfortunately, you’re burdened by your own refractory period, so you settle for taking several photos of her ruined face. She looks as if she wants to argue this, but she’s kept quiet by a mouth full of cum.

“Open up.” you say, readying your camera for another shot.

A new set of tears trickle down Dahyun’s face as she opens her lips. Even you’re alarmed by the sheer amount of cum that fills her mouth, impressed at both the sheer size of your load and at Dahyun’s ability to hold so much semen at once. It pretty much covers her entire tongue, seeping onto her teeth and trickling into the hollows of her cheeks.

“Now swallow.”

Shutting her eyes tight, Dahyun does as she’s told. The thickness of your cum makes it so that she takes more than one swallow to get it all down, but when she’s finished she opens her mouth again to prove that it’s indeed empty. The look of visceral disgust on her face compels you to give her a kiss as a reward, one that she accepts with limp lips. The taste of your own cum is still fresh in her mouth, and lingers on your tongue as you pull away from her.

“Go clean yourself up in the bathroom,” you say, pointing over at your private bathroom. “Jennie will come and make sure that you’re presentable. Excellent work, Dubu.”

Without a word, Dahyun stands. She doesn’t even bother adjusting her skirt fully as she trudges across your office. Her slumped posture and defeated step make your cock hard once again, but you don’t have time for another round. There are meetings to attend, contracts to sign, and negotiations to be made.

Plus, if Dahyun is to be properly introduced into your company, you’d need to go a little easier on her at the start.

***

The following week proceeds quite nicely. Thanks to your own infallible work ethic and judgment, you manage to meet all of your deadlines early, and many days the bulk of your responsibilities are completed before lunch. This is due in part to the rigorous organization of your dutiful secretary, but also because of the diligent dedication of your newest intern, Dahyun. Though you can sense the tension between them - there are more than a few occasions in which you have to tell Jennie to take it easy on Dahyun when it comes to minute details - they’re able to collaborate quite efficiently. Leaving you with free days to relax and enjoy the fruits of your labor.

You know far better than to waste company time, however, so you decide to put that extra space to good use by continuing your intern’s training. You give her a break for the remainder of the day on Monday, rewarding her with an extended lunch for her excellent performance. On Tuesday you give her upper torso a thorough inspection, stripping her naked in your office and ensuring that her perky breasts are up to par. Her pink, penny-sized nipples pass your inspection - in terms of both texture and taste - with flying colors, arousing you so much that you can’t help but take Dahyun’s mouth again. She cries less this time, and as a reward you give her an even larger volume of cum than the previous day. You repeat the magic on Wednesday, leaving crimson love bites all along her chest in exchange for another thick, hot load, this time all over her pretty face. For Thursday you inspect her lower half, a procedure that she’s admittedly far more resistant to, though her kicking, flailing legs are quickly stilled by the threat of disappointing her father. From there you’re able to caress those lovely cheeks again, to explore the dual treasures between them. Dahyun’s sobs threaten to become too loud when you go near the bleached hole of her anus, but you’re able to sample her shaved pussy. It’s quite the beautiful pussy, with thin labia, a clitoris fit for a nude model, a hole tighter than your credit line, and nectar that’s sweeter than the finest wine. As you’re taking your first taste of it, she admits that she’s a virgin, and from there a plan formulates in your filthy mind. You dismiss her from there, however, as she’s clearly overwhelmed by the thoroughness of your inspection. Of course you allow her to have her daily dose of cum before sending her home early for the day.

You have quite the important phone call to make on Friday, and Dahyun’s presence is, in your opinion, integral for its completion. Much to the chagrin of your devoted secretary, you have Jennie call Dahyun in. The intern shows up as briskly as usual. She’s wearing her jet black hair in a neat ponytail today, the perfect setup for what you want.

Once the door is locked, Dahyun comes to your side. She refuses to look you directly in the eye as you unzip your pants and pull them down, revealing your erect cock.

“I have a very important work call today,” you say, taking her hand and placing it on your shaft. She doesn’t flinch away anymore; she knows better, and immediately starts a gradual, obedient handjob. Loose, but still pleasurable. “And I need some motivation to complete it.”

“Yes, sir.” Dahyun mutters, dropping to her knees on your carpet. “Would you like me under your desk again?”

You nod, pushing your chair back, giving her some space to shimmy beneath the hollow of your desk. It takes her a while to get settled there. It’s a tight space, and there isn’t really much room for her to move around freely. In the meantime you play with her hair, teasing the ends of it, caressing the side of her flawless face.

“Start slow. Just lick my balls at first. When you feel my hand at the back of your neck, start sucking.”

Dahyun settles herself in. She gives no answer, no word of affirmation. You want to chastise her for not speaking when spoken to, but then her wet tongue caresses the bottom of your sack, and the words are stolen right from your mouth. Dahyun licks gently but persistently, covering your balls and inner thighs in a thin coat of saliva.

Then you reach forward - it’s a bit of a stretch, as you have to make sure you don’t accidentally hit Dahyun with your chair - and turn the video camera on for your call. Briefly, you check your own appearance, making sure that it’s completely in order. Then you check Dahyun’s. She’s invisible for now, though depending on how fast her head starts bobbing, her ponytail might show up in view. That’s alright with you, because you know this particular client won’t mind such a display at all.

“I’m about to start the call,” you say to Dahyun, brushing the back of your hand against her forehead. “Remember, wait for my signal to start sucking.”

“Yes, sir.” Dahyun says robotically before returning to her tongue work.

A minute later, at exactly eleven o’clock, the call comes in. The video that pops up beside yours shows a middle-aged man with a thin face, wearing a primly cut, navy blue suit. He grins warmly as he sees you, an expression that you mirror without hesitation. Though his mouth and nose aren’t as dainty, his thin, monolidded eyes are unmistakable in resemblance to his daughter. The man you’re scheduled to speak with today, of course, is Minho Kim.

“Good morning,” he says brightly, and you feel Dahyun freeze mid-lick as she hears the voice of her father. “How are you today?”

“Wonderful,” you say, pressing your fingers hard to the back of Dahyun’s neck. Unsurprisingly, she does nothing at first. Though you don’t look down, you can practically see the shocked, deer-in-headlights expression on her face. “Training a new employee, actually.”

Dahyun still hasn’t moved, so you press in more insistently, focusing on the spots that you know will cut off the most circulation for her. She tenses against your grip but finally obeys. It’s tentative and slow, her quivering lips gliding gradually down your shaft. A barely audible sniffle comes from her, and you stroke her ponytail to help ease her into it.

With your free hand, you point downward, and Minho’s smile spreads further across his face. It’s a smile you know well, the same one that belongs to his daughter, whose lips are currently wrapped around your shaft.

Minho shifts in his chair, and you know the old lecher is probably hard as a rock right now. Who is he picturing under your desk? Jennie, maybe? One of your past pets, perhaps? He’d been a huge fan of Jihyo when she’d first started here, and had been quite sad to see her go.

“Speaking of new hires, how is my daughter doing?”

An unexpected question for both you and Dahyun; she freezes with her mouth wrapped around your tip, and you can feel her lips quivering, withholding a sob. Another squeeze of the neck and she’s back to business, however.

“Wonderfully,” you say, giving a tender tug on Dahyun’s ponytail. “She works very hard. Harder than I did when I first started here.”

Minho chuckles at that. “I’m glad you two seem to be getting along well. That was what I was hoping, actually. I think you have very compatible personalities.”

It’s impossible not to give a genuine laugh at that, though in all honesty, you have to agree. Minho’s compliant daughter has been treating you quite well so far, without much pushback at all. She really has been the perfect worker.

“I do have to agree with you on that,” you say, taking hold of her ponytail as she sucks you, lifting it so that it’s in view of the camera. Of course her identity is impossible to discern through the video, but Minho licks his lips as he unknowingly watches his daughter suck your cock. “It isn’t my place to say it, I’m sure, but she’s been getting lots of attention around the office. Jennie absolutely adores her, of course. And the male staff… well, you can’t blame them for being so enamored with such a beautiful girl. She has her mother’s looks, you know.”

Notably, Dahyun’s sucking increases speed when you compliment her appearance. Was she encouraged by your words? Enjoying your praise, even if it was at the expense of filthying her mouth with your cock right under her father’s nose?

At the mention of his wife, Minho practically starts panting like a dog. You want to avoid him bringing anything else up for now, though, so before he can start blabbering like the jackass he is, you hold up a hand to silence him. You lean over, pretending to glance at the door.

“One moment, Minho. I have someone knocking here.” you say as you shut the camera off, then mute the microphone. You can still hear him on his end, but he can neither hear nor see anything that you’re doing to his daughter.

“Of course.” the old man says cordially, though it’s clear by his tone that he’s somewhat confused by the abruptness of your departure.

As soon as you lean back in your seat, Dahyun pops up from between your legs. You’ve never seen her properly mad, but the expression she wears is close to it. Furrowed brow, downturned mouth, twitching left eye. It’s gorgeous, and you hope you can see such gusto when she’s got your cock inside her.

“What the fuck?” she demands, gesturing at the computer screen. 

“I think you mean: ‘What the fuck, sir’.” you say, taking your wet cock in your hand, stroking as you stare into Dahyun’s fiery eyes.

Dahyun doesn’t take the joke well; in fact it only seems to make her angrier. “How could you do that to me? That’s so disgusting! I have half a mind to tell my dad what you’ve been doing! You fucking assh-”

“Oh shut up,” you growl, grabbing Dahyun by the back of her head and pulling her in mid-sentence. “I think I need to teach you some manners.”

A muffled grunt of protest barely makes it out past your cock as you shove it into her mouth. Further than its ever been, over her wet little tongue, jamming against the back of her throat. She gags repeatedly until you release her, pulling out and watching with sick satisfaction as she spits repeatedly onto the carpet.

“Now get on there and talk to your daddy,” you say, forcing her to turn her head toward the camera. “Let him know how much you like it here and how great your boss has been treating you.”

Dahyun looks as if she’s about to argue, but as she stares at you, the icy fury of her demeanor cracks. Revealing her for what she was: a young woman who had no idea what she’d gotten into, the whirlwind of pain and strife she was about to endure.

“Y-yes, sir.” she says, wiping her tears and standing to switch spots with you.

“Only turn the camera on when I tell you.” you say shortly before dipping down, dropping to your knees beneath your own desk. With a shove, you part Dahyun’s legs, revealing the dainty pink panties between them.

“Oh no,” she whispers, knees shaking as you hold them open, as you push aside the front of her underwear and reveal the tasty slit beneath it. Her wet, pink pussy is like velvet beneath your fingers, its lips spread and ready for your caress. “Oh God, please sir, don’t make me do this.”

“Shut up, turn the camera on, and say hi to your father, Dubu.”

Dahyun lets out a little whimper, but she apparently does as you say, because you immediately hear the jovial sound of her father’s greeting. Leaning forward, you press your face to Dahyun’s warm pussy, sticking your tongue out, pushing as far as you can, licking her rigid walls. Her legs tense hard, her hand reaching down to press against the back of your head. Was that a reflex reaction, or was she trying to implore you to go deeper?

“...Yes. I was coming to d-deliver some documents.” You catch Dahyun saying. It’s clear that she’s quite flustered, so you decrease your speed, switching to careful licks across each of her lips. Enough to get her nice and wet, but not enough to make her moan.

Her father says something inaudible. Dahyun’s responding laugh ends in a rapid inhale as your tongue brushes her clit.

“Tomorrow night?” she asks, shifting in her seat, slumping a bit, giving you a suitable angle to do a quick pass of her puckered anus before she straightens once more. Again, your mind wanders. Was it an accident, or did she want you to taste her asshole?

“S-sure, I’ll ask him.” Dahyun says shakily, and you decide that maybe it’s time to back off a bit. You switch to delivering chaste kisses to her soaking pussy, mainly because you’re curious as to what she and her father are discussing.

Unfortunately they don’t talk of anything notable again, and you continue tenderly kissing Minho’s daughter’s pussy as they engage in nonsensical, menial small talk. It’s such a drag that you’re glad when it’s over, when Dahyun says that beatific “I love you, too” to her father, when the sound of the camera shutting off rings out.

Without pretense, you stand, the gathered frustration of both Dahyun’s mouthing off and that painfully long conversation making you animalistic in your goals.

“Are we done here?” Dahyun has the nerve to ask, getting to her feet as well, refusing to look at you as she adjusts her skirt. “I need to go clean myself and-”

You cut her off once again, this time with a hand clamped over her mouth. She lets out a muffled shriek as you half-drag, half-lead her over to the couch, shoving her down face-first and laying atop her diminutive form. She feels heavenly beneath you, your bare cock pressed to the cloth of her partially raised skirt.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she demands as you allow her a bit of room to breathe. “Get off of me!”

“I need to put you in your place, Dubu,” you say, stroking the side of her face, running the tip of your finger along her jawline. “I thought you had better manners than to talk to your boss like that. I can’t let that go unpunished.”

You yank up her skirt, and it’s at that moment that she finally understands what’s going on. You’re quick enough to stifle her scream with your hand again, but she thrashes incessantly beneath you, kicking and flailing her arms. You use your free hand to grab both of her wrists, pinning them down in front of her. She’s crying in full now, her legs continuing to futilely kick upward, prevented from causing any damage by the weight of your body over them.

“If you scream, it’ll only make it worse.” you say in the most paternal, soothing voice you can manage. It works somewhat; she stops trying to yell against your hand. Carefully, you release her mouth, keeping your hand around the back of her neck just in case.

“I’m a virgin, sir,” Dahyun says, voice cracking as the sobs overtake her. She’s plainly distraught, pleading with you now, even more so than on the day of that first blowjob. “I’m a virgin !”

“Everyone loses their virginity at some point, darling.” you say, clamping your hand over her mouth once again, expecting her to scream.

But she doesn’t, instead going completely limp, her kicking ceased, her frenzy quelled. Had she been expecting that type of answer from you? Probably. You’ve never been the type to fall short on following through with promises.

Reaching down, you lift her skirt fully, positioning your hips back and grabbing your cock directly after. You push it forward, ghosting against her asshole first, making her let out a pathetic little cry. Fortunately for her, that isn’t the hole you’re searching for.

“Oh, no, no, no…” Dahyun mutters as the head of your cock finds her pussy, as you rub your tip up and down on her moist lips. “Without a condom?”

“I want to feel the inside of your pussy, Dahyun,” you whisper through gritted teeth, right into her ear. “I bet you’re so fucking tight.”

“Don’t do it,” she says softly, sniffling. “Don’t do it, I’m begging you. Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll suck your cock all day long if you want. Anything but this. Anything…”

Dahyun trails off as you begin to ease your way into her. Her words devolve into nonsense, into pathetic, mewling snivels that hitch into higher pitches as she takes you in. Inch by inch, bit by bit, you fill her virgin pussy with your cock. You barely pay much attention to her reaction, however; it takes all of your concentration to ensure your cock doesn’t slip out of her. Her walls are rigid, flexing hard against you, rebelling against the invading force of your manhood. It may have been the tightest pussy you’ve ever tried to fuck before. Sure, you’d taken womens’ virginities in the past, but this was something else entirely. Dahyun’s clenching interior was nearly impassable.

But you’re persistent, driven by your desire to dominate this fine creature beneath you. You’re nearly balls deep when Dahyun begins to cry in full, a miserable crooning that’s thankfully quiet enough not to be heard from outside your office.

“It hurts,” she moans. “You’re too big, and it hurts .”

“Shhh…” you whisper soothingly into her ear, stroking her hair before giving her a kiss on the cheek. You can taste the sweat on her skin, feel the raggedness of her breathing as you finally fill her completely. “It’ll feel better soon. I promise.”

With that, you pull back and initiate your first thrust. To your pleasant surprise, she takes it well, letting out only a tiny gasp as you work your way back into her pussy. That encourages you enough to go for another, then a third, then a fourth. In spite of her previous tightness, her walls submit to you rapidly, giving way for your cock, letting you fill her with increasing ease. You still aren’t comfortable enough to fuck her hard yet - not with her continued blubbering, not with the risk of her screaming again - so you keep your strokes casual and sensual. Hooking your arms beneath her armpits, grabbing her shoulders and burying your chin in the crook of her neck, inhaling the strawberry scent of Dahyun’s perfume as you try to give her the best fuck possible. After all, she is a virgin, and you want to make sure her first time is enjoyable at the very least.

And, as you continue pumping away at her pussy, she slowly ceases her sobbing. Her moans transform from sorrowful to neutral to - if you’re not mistaken - somewhat pleasured. You let her hands free, allowing her to grip the couch, her groans growing stuttered as your thrusts increase in strength. It’s nearly enough to make you cum right there, but you decide on something better.

“Flip over.” you murmur, pulling out of her. You grab your arms to guide her, but Dahyun ends up moving of her own accord. Laying flat on her back, her face streaked with dry tears, her hair a frizzy mess around her head, moisture dappling her forehead. Her chest heaves up and down with effort, and she shuts her eyes as you lean over her.

Your mouths meet just as you slip your cock into her once again. Her lips are limp against yours, and you dominate them entirely, chewing and sucking on them as she releases tiny, breathless sounds of protest at the end of each kiss. Predictably, the tender, romantic conjunction doesn’t last long. With your bodies pressed together like this, it’s impossible not to indulge in full-speed thrusts. The type of thrusts meant for breeding, the kinds that fill the room with the sound of flesh smacking flesh. Dahyun purses her lips hard, just barely containing the moans that threaten to erupt from them. And when she can no longer contain those moans, when her lips pop open and her lungs empty to sing out their beatific symphonies for you, you can hear the withheld rapture that lies deep within your Delightful Dahyun.

In fact, leaning back and pumping into her pussy from an upward angle, you’re able to see that Dahyun isn’t just lying there and taking it. Her hips are rocking in time with your own, her parted lips releasing harsh pants that carry a level of breathless ardor that you’ve seen before in many women. Hot, fiery color rises in her cheeks, and if you aren’t mistaken, the occasional pleasured grin twitches at the corners of her lips. It doesn’t surprise you that Dahyun’s reacting this way, as she’s probably never been properly serviced by a man before, much less fucked so well. Seeing and hearing the fruits of your labor encourages you to give her a little extra; to squeeze her tits and play with her nipples, to intertwine your fingers with hers, to share a kiss that’s almost reciprocal.

But after a time - when you lower yourself back down and wrap her in an embrace, switching back to those rapid breeding thrusts - she seems to remember herself, writhing and digging her nails into your back, painful stings that you know are going to leave scars.

“Too fast,” she squeals desperately, all traces of enjoyment gone as you overwhelm her virgin pussy with your hard, thick cock. “Y-you’re going too fast!”

“Beg me,” you hiss into her ear, fingers pushing on the back of her neck, choking her. “Beg me to slow down.”

“Please slow down,” she whines, barely able to get the words out, flustered as she is by your relentless ravaging. “Please. I’m begging you, sir. Please…”

A wicked grin spreads across your face as that final impetus approaches.

“Call me daddy.”

For a handful of moments, Dahyun says nothing. It’s a period of time in which you continue pounding her in full, listening to the stuttered utterances of dismay that manage to slip from her mouth. You can feel the lurch of a beautiful, bountiful orgasm working its way through you, but you quell it, keeping yourself from erupting just yet. It’s a fine line to walk, maintaining the constant, unforgiving thrusts while simultaneously holding yourself back, and as the seconds drag by, you’re afraid that she’s going to win this battle.

That isn’t the case, however. Just as you feel the floodgates bursting, Dahyun’s mouth pops open, and she cries out loud enough to echo off the walls of your office:

“Please stop it, daddy!”

With a loud, echoing grunt, you thrust your hardset into Dahyun. Simultaneously, you feel her back arch as she sucks in a breath, as every muscle in her body tenses. Flexing so hard that she’s trembling, responding to your last thrust by shoving her hips up to meet yours. You let out a groan of utter satisfaction, of pure bliss as you empty your balls directly into Dahyun’s pussy.

Dahyun collapses backward on the couch, limp and flaccid as you pull your cock out of her. A gush of semen rushes forth from her pussy, covering its reddened lips, dribbling down her cheeks and pooling on the fine leather couch below. There’s a faint smear of crimson on the length of your half-erect shaft, which you aren’t necessarily surprised by, given her inexperience at being fucked raw. Dahyun’s sobs begin anew, though they aren’t the hysterical cries from earlier. Just the subdued, crushed keening of a broken young woman. A shattered girl who’s lucky enough to have lost her virginity to you.

You lay back, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, situating yourself so that Dahyun’s feet lay directly on your lap. You note that they’re particularly pretty feet, with toes that practically beg to be caressed and licked. Before you do so, you snap a few pictures with your phone, namely of her oozing pussy, her ruined face, and the angry red love bites on her neck and shoulders.

“Don’t cry, Dubu,” you say, kissing the creamy surface of her left sole. “I think you’re going to be a great fit for our company.”

Industry Standard Chapter 2, Overtime

Cleaning yourself after your tryst with Dubu was, admittedly, a somewhat shameful affair. The poor girl had still been in tears when Jennie escorted her to the bathroom, though judging by the lack of stiffness in Dahyun’s walk, she could have taken a lot more punishment than you’d doled out. That didn’t make your actions any less deplorable, though, and it’s with a heavy heart and trembling hands that you pour yourself a glass of scotch and recline in your chair. 

Jennie emerges from your office bathroom first. Judging by the annoyed scowl on her face, she doesn’t seem to share your sympathy for your new intern. Jennie shuts the door behind her, then saunters over and takes a seat at the edge of your desk. Though you’re still deep in the afterglow of that wonderful orgasm, the elegant length of her thighs and neat curve of her behind are enough to make you grow hard once again.

“Is she alright in there?” you ask, taking a sip of the harsh, woody liquor. It’s older than you are in terms of age - and nearly as expensive in terms of worth - but to you, most scotch still just tasted like burnt tires.

“She took the Plan B, if that’s what you’re asking,” Jennie says, clearly unenthused. “Didn’t even hesitate. Just popped it like a Xanax.”

“I’ll probably need to start her on birth control,” you mutter, more to yourself than Jennie. “Can’t risk getting Minho’s daughter pregnant…”

Jennie gives a derisive snort at that. You’re almost tempted to put her in her place; the secretary has become a little too comfortable with expressing her more uncouth feelings around you.

Placing a hand on Jennie’s ass, you squeeze, massaging the soft shape of it, letting your fingers stray beneath her waistband in order to cup her right cheek directly. She shifts against your palm and turns to you with a hopeful, starstruck gleam in her eye. Despite the absolute slut she is, she still wants you the most.

“Do me a favor,” you say casually, trying to hold back a smirk. “Go in there and tell Dahyun that I’ll be driving her home tonight.”

Like a shattering mirror, Jennie’s gaze cracks, fragmented by the underlying momentum of your harsh words. You remain stoic, but the sensation of her body tensing beneath your touch nearly makes you shiver with want.

“Do you really think she’ll agree to that?” Jennie says with a sneer. “Trust me when I say that she’s absolutely terrified of you now.”

A mixture of flattery and self-directed loathing fill you at that. You’re a proper monster, aren’t you? Always had been, always would be. Denying that truth would be a disservice to your core personality.

“Remind her that I have several photos and videos of her that, while I personally think are endearing and enjoyable, others might find… distasteful,” you say, drumming your fingers on Jennie’s leg. “Particularly the dean of her school, her classmates at the university, and her father.”

With a sigh, Jennie lifts her leg from the corner of your desk and stands.

“I can do that, sure, but don’t expect her to take it well.” Jennie reaches down and caresses the side of your face, bringing her thumb to your lips. You allow her to slip it inside, sucking gently for a moment before you slap her ass, the sound of your hand on her flesh echoing through the room.

“Another round already, oppa?” Jennie says, a hint of challenge in her voice. Goading you, leading you right into the trap of her saccharine words and delicious body. “Maybe you can join us in the bathroom so I can show your new intern how it’s done?”

Chuckling, you pull your face away from Jennie’s hand. “Maybe another time. For now, just do what I ask you.”

With a dejected frown and an angry huff, Jennie storms off to break the news to Dahuyn. You watch the secretary go, taking another drink of whiskey and smiling to yourself as you formulate your Friday night plans.

***

The walk to your car after work is expectedly awkward. Dahyun tags behind you like a lost puppy, slumped and defeated and so enticingly vulnerable that you consider taking her in the car. But no; you decide against that. It might still be too early to initiate something like that. You need to give your pet time to relax, to let her briefly escape the pressure of the cage she’s found herself in.

You start your Mercedes truck up, the engine’s purr barely audible as Dahyun plops herself down in the passenger seat. She places her backpack down before her, buckles her seatbelt, and folds her arms across her chest.

“You hate me, don’t you?” you ask, shifting the car into gear and pulling into the lot. You have a reserved parking spot right in front of the building, allowing you to slip directly into the river of traffic on the main street nearby.

Dahyun doesn’t answer, keeping her arms crossed, staring out the window like a petulant child. It’s annoying, but you try not to hold her bratty behavior against her. Not many women understood these kinds of blessings until far later.

“Look, I’ll make it up to you,” you say, casting her a cursory glance. Through her reflection in the window you see no tears, just frowning lips and hard eyes. That’s good, at least. She’s done sulking for now. “Come to my place and have dinner with me.”

Dahyun’s frown morphs into a sneer that brims with unrestrained hatred. Unsurprisingly, that turns you on, and you can feel the residue of your own sweat on the steering wheel.

“It’s not like I can say no,” she says in a falsely sweet voice. “What are you gonna do? Take me back to your place and fucking rape me again?”

Struggling to keep your cool, you give a noncommittal shrug. “If I’m feeling nice, I’ll draw you a bath and clean you off, first. I bet you feel awfully dirty after today, don’t you? If not, I might just have my maid cook us dinner, then send you on your way without any type of satisfaction.”

You aren’t looking directly at her, but you practically feel the gravity of her eye roll in response.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”

Dahyun then returns her attention to the window, leaving you to your wandering thoughts on the thirty minute drive back to your place. That in itself was a mistake on her part. She clearly failed to understand that idle minds make for restless hands.

***

Your apartment in Gangnam is the finest of your possessions, one that had taken much dealing in order to obtain. It’s located right at the center of the district, a towering monument to your own intelligence and expertise. Around it is a constant buzz of activity; of well-dressed men and women heading to important appointments, of street vendors with a rough yet refined charm, of a constant stream of high-end cars streaking down the roads. Neon signs blare out from every direction, gaudy and magnificent, harkening back to the eighties and nineties with a hint of a fresh, modern breath. This place represented rebirth, renewal, and revival. A new age, a proper shift in culture and behavior.

Compared to the quaint suburbs that Dahyun was used to, this is a complete culture shock. You can see it in the way her fragile lips part ever so slightly, the glow of the signs reflecting perfectly off of her pale skin. That sense of frank wonder only increases as you guide her inside, taking her by the elbow and striding through the sleek lobby of your apartment building.

There you lead her upstairs, taking the glass elevator, smirking as she stares out at the city from your magnificent vantage point. It’s a view you’re more than accustomed to by now, but Dahyun gawks at it without a sliver of awareness for her surroundings. So engrossed that you need to remind her to follow once the elevator stops at the nineteenth floor.

As you unlock your front door, you briefly wonder how Dahyun could be so enamored by such things. It wasn’t as if her father worked for pennies. You’ve been to his home before; he lives far behind his means, likely at the behest of his shrewd, overbearing wife. But you would think that Dahyun would at least have some familiarity with the lives of the businessmen that her father dealt so intimately with? Or had Minho believed that sheltering his eldest daughter from the vices of the industry would somehow prevent her from being sucked into its alluring glam?

In any case, Dahyun is unable to withhold her awestruck demeanor when presented with the interior of your home. You’re not sure whether it’s the dozens of exotic plants, the spotless chrome decor, or the priceless artwork that hangs on the walls, but something about your apartment makes her freeze up. Makes her stand in front of the door, dumbly looking around like a young woman in the throes of a strong acid trip.

“My maid is cooking dinner for us,” you say, nodding toward the kitchen, where the aroma of frying fish and sauteing vegetables wafts outward. “She already has our bath ready, I’m sure.”

At that Dahyun seems to snap back to reality, and her face falls. She offers no resistance as you guide her down the hall, past your bedroom and into the bath suite at the very end. There, a wide tub filled with frothy pink bubbles awaits you, complete with a pair of wine glasses and a bottle of Catena Zapata. There are several wide windows along its far length. From them you can see almost the entirety of Seoul, sprawling out beneath you like a kingdom ripe for the seizing.

“I’ll have to tip Joohyun extra for this,” you say, undressing swiftly, tossing your clothes into a messy pile at the corner of the washroom. “That’s an expensive bottle of wine.”

Dahyun stands near the doorway, hesitant, her cheeks alight with a radiant blush. Even after all she’s been through, she still has the leftover propriety to be embarrassed about seeing you naked.

So you stride over to her, the corners of your mouth twitching as she pointedly looks at the ground, as she flinches when your thumb caresses her silky cheek.

“No need to be shy, Dubu,” you whisper, taking her hand by the wrist and guiding it down to your hard cock. Her fingers remain limp, laying against your length, teasing you with their satin surfaces. “I promise this will be enjoyable for you.”

From there, you begin to undress her. Peeling off the clothes she’d been wearing all day, starting with her adorable button-up shirt, then undoing her bra, letting both garments fall to the floor. You rub your cock against her palm as you cup each of her breasts in turn, smiling as she inhales sharply, tensing from the stimulation of your fingers on her nipples. They’re absolutely tiny beneath each of your thumbs, rolling easily when you press against them, stiffening tangibly when you pinch down. Dahyun lets out a squeaking gasp to punctuate each pinch, squirming when you lean over and seal your lips around her right breast. The salty tang and strawberry sweetness of her skin fills your mouth, goading you into devouring her breast. Attacking her sensitive nipple, lashing against it with a greedy tongue, biting down until she pushes against you and begs you to stop.

From there you decide to give her a moment of reprieve, resuming your undressing of her body. Aside from that brief moment of resistance, she remains limp and compliant, allowing you to sit her at the edge of the tub so you can remove her skirt. Pulling it down in a swift motion, bringing her panties along as well. She doesn’t respond much to this, sniffling while she nurses her reddened, bite-marked right breast.

“You have such pretty feet, you know that, Dubu?” you say as you pull her panties down from her ankles. You would normally have given yourself a nice, savory whiff of her underwear, but the sight of her diminutive toes, each painted a perfect, glossy black, steals all of your attention. “I love the nail polish you use.”

“Th-thank you, sir.” Dahyun sniffles, and you’re surprised at her acceptance of your praise.

You massage each of her feet, pressing your hands between them, paying special attention to her toes. Though you’d gotten a chance to play with Dahyun’s feet in your office earlier, you hadn’t gotten anywhere near your fill of them. And so this time you make sure to kiss them all over, to push your tongue into the spaces between each of her toes, to sample the delicious flavors of her sweaty skin. Dahyun even participates to an extent, lifting her feet when she’s prompted, allowing you to lick her smooth, uncalloused soles. They’re the soles of a true princess, of a young woman who hasn’t done a single day of work in her life, and their smooth surfaces taste divine. But the pristine nature of her feet reminds you that she still needs to be taught, prepared for the hardships that the industry holds for her.

“I think it’s time we got cleaned up, Dubu.” you say, standing and stroking Dahyun’s hair. She still cringes at the sound of her father’s pet name for her, but she seems eager to obey, likely craving a proper bath after the day’s rigorous events.

Dahyun heads into the tub first, her peachy, perky ass sinking below the foamy water as she settles in. You follow close behind, standing above her as she settles onto the marble seat, leaving only her beautiful face above the water. She doesn’t flinch away as you stroke her hair, positioning your cock in front of her peachy lips. Lips that purse as their owner realizes what your intentions are.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” you whisper, pressing against the back of her head, bringing your cock forward so that its tip rubs across Dahyun’s cheek. “Such a pretty fucking face.”

Dahyun shuts her eyes tight as you jerk your cock against her face, starting at her smooth forehead, moving down to her velvety cheeks, ghosting over the rigid bridge of her nose. You can already feel precum leaking from your tip, glistening on her pale skin, leaving a smear on her upper lip.

“Be a good girl and open up for your daddy.” you murmur, smacking your cock against her still-pursed mouth.

Dahyun lets out a whine of protest, but she does as you say. Taking you inside of her mouth, opening just enough for you to fit your cock inside. The revolted expression on her face increases as you glide over her tongue, briefly brushing the back of her throat before she lets out a pleading gag.

“Still not ready for that, hm?” you ask, brushing a thumb at the corner of Dahyun’s eye, wiping away the tears there. “That’s okay. Just suck daddy’s cock normally, then.”

Dahyun’s slow to start, but her lips and tongue have grown slightly more accustomed to servicing your cock. You thrust in time with her sucking, increasing your own pleasure while simultaneously acclimating your pet to taking extra inches of your cock. You consider commanding her to speed up, but that wouldn’t be all that conducive to your plans. In your opinion, her mouth could be trained fairly easily, but her pussy was another story. She was a freshly broken-in virgin, and would need repeated stimulation in order to get her up to speed.

Still, you allow yourself to enjoy her sucking for a bit, caressing her cute face, playing with the ends of her hair, stroking the cups of her ears as she fills her mouth with your cock. You end the blowjob by pulling back of your own accord, goading her into sticking out her tongue so that you can smack your shaft against it several times.

“Thank you, Dubu.”

As she recovers, wiping her mouth and swallowing repeatedly against what’s likely a sore throat, you sink into the water beside her. Your hands move of their own accord, sliding across her body. Pinching down on her nipples while taking palmfuls of her thighs and hips, spreading her legs so that you can easily access the treasures within.

“You know,” you whisper into her ear, pressing your body close to hers as you rub her velvety folds. You can hear the rumbling of a moan gathering deep within her chest, but she holds it back, perhaps unwilling to admit that you’re providing her with any type of satisfaction. “A girl like you could be very successful in this industry. There are a lot of perks to the type of position you have now.”

Dahyun squirms as your finger slips inside her, knuckle-deep from the start. She tries to cross her legs but you yank them back open, and she lets out a pleading, desperate whine.

“All things taken into account, Jennie makes about double the usual salary of a secretary at your company,” you say lightly, using your left hand to play with Dahyun’s clit as you finger her. “Do you know how proud your family would be if you made that type of money?”

Conflicted, Dahyun bites her lower lip, the color rising in her cheeks as you continue moving her tiny clit in circles. Grinning to yourself, you bring your lips right up beside her dainty little ear, speaking in a whisper that’s kind and soothing even as you push another finger into her.

“Tell me: when you accepted this internship, did you expect this type of treatment at all?” You’re more than aware that it’s a stupid question, but you can’t help yourself but ask. If only to see the broken realization on your pet’s face as she’s forced to confront her reality. “Did you expect to be here, in a lavish, multi-million dollar apartment, being loved and caressed by your wealthy boss?”

Dahyun shuts her eyes tight, clamming up, biting down on her lower lip as she shakes her head. No tears this time, which is actually a little disappointing, but it’s no matter. The real fun hadn’t even started yet.

“Don’t be so shy, Dubu. You’re doing great. I love how feisty you are,” you say, leaning back. With a final, brisk circle across her clit, you pull your fingers out of her stuffed pussy. “Now come sit on daddy’s lap. I still have a lot to teach you.”

“Please, no. It’s gonna hurt again,” Dahyun whispers, shaking her head stubbornly. “Especially after what you did to me today.”

Smirking, you grab her hips and pull her upward. Though Dahyun’s limp and noncompliant in your arms, she doesn’t weigh much, and the water makes her easy to manipulate. You slide yourself beneath her, parting her legs so they’re straddling your own, your erect cock pressed against the length of her pussy. Even with the warm water surrounding you, the heat radiating from her center is distinctly palpable. You prop her up further, leaving her chest at the level of your face, your arms locked around her waist, your hands massaging her hips.

“Lucky for you, you can go at your own pace,” you whisper, kissing the center of her chest, dragging your tongue between her breasts. “Lift your hips, grab my cock, and slide it inside.”

Though you can feel the tenseness, the resistance that dominates her entire body, Dahyun does as you say. Taking your cock in an unsure hand, bringing herself upward. She spreads her legs appropriately, lowering herself, missing several times as she attempts to push your thick cock into her tight pussy. You can’t blame her; her lack of experience is only exacerbated by the murky water you’re both surrounded by, and you can tell it’s difficult for her to feel out the situation below. So you wait patiently, your cock practically begging you to assist, your brain knowing that she needs to learn these things on her own if she’s ever to become a successful pet of yours, like Jennie.

Fortunately for you and your aching balls, Dahyun manages to find her mark after only about a minute of trying. 

“Have you ever watched porn before, Dubu?” you ask, embracing her tightly as her ass settles on your thighs.

“I… I have…” she mutters, overtly overwhelmed by your cock, yet taking it with far less difficulty than earlier today. Admittedly, that was a bit impressive; she adapted quickly. “Y-you want me to ride you, right?”

“Exactly. Buck your hips back and forth. Just like that. Good job, Dubu.” you instruct, attempting to live up to your paternal nickname as she astutely obeys your commands. “God, your hips are so fucking nice.”

From there, you maintain as much greediness as possible, savoring every bit of her succulent body. Gripping her close, rubbing her hips and thighs, pressing your fingers into them. Listening as she tries to hold back her moans, as she increases the speed of her hip flares. They’re awkward and stuttered at first, but she soon picks up on the rhythm of it. Reaching back, you push a finger against her asshole, to which she lets out a whine of protest and shakes her head. Not wanting to spoil the wonderful gyrations she’s engaged herself in, you merely play with the wrinkled, taut skin of her anus, making circles against it, synchronizing with her riding.

“Now change it up a little,” you murmur, kissing her nipples, lashing against them each with tongue. “Bounce up and down.”

Again Dahyun obeys you, leaning forward and wrapping arms around your shoulders, her breaths becoming labored, her youthful moans echoing throughout the tiled bathroom. You resist the urge to start plunging your cock into her, instead allowing her to do all the work. Training her, refining her skills, making her into a proper whore for her daddy. In that regard, she seems to be coming along well. Her walls flex hard around you, her moans growing louder with each passing second, her speed increasing until the water sloshes and splashes around you. Her breasts smack against your face, and you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue to lick her creamy flesh.

“Yeah, just like that,” you say, spreading her cheeks further, letting her enjoy the sensation of her ass being stimulated at the same time as her pussy. “Faster, Dubu. You’re doing amazing, my dear. Cum all over your daddy’s cock.”

Nails digging into the skin of your shoulders, sloshing up and down in the now-turbulent water, Dahyun let out a breakthrough cry, one that reminds you of the final blow that causes a dam to come crashing open. Her ecstatic cries sound out right into your ear, sweet sounds that send shivers up your spine, make your entire body quake with a desire to reciprocate. You want to grab onto her, to hold her in place and thrust in and out of her pussy, prolonging her orgasm and filling her with your seed. It’s difficult to resist doing so; with the quivering interior of her pussy surrounding your cock and the insistent press of her knees to your sides, your cock practically wants to move of its own accord.

You want to hold back, to save the best of yourself for later. There’s a whole night ahead of you, and blowing your load too early - in a literal and figurative sense - could ruin your plans for the remainder of the evening.

But with Dahyun embracing you tightly, moaning her utter satisfaction in her ear, that notion is all but impossible. You lock your hands around her back, holding her still as you take over the thrusting, pumping up and down against the marble seat beneath you. The flimsy floodgates of your sexual constitution are already close to shattering, and those initial few thrusts are enough to bring a torrent of heat up your cock, exploding in spite of your best attempts to contain it. A gasp escapes from your lips, yet another involuntary sign of weakness that you’re unable to withhold, enraptured as you are by the grip of Dahyun’s pussy around your cock. Each thrust is slow and deep and strong , making your intern quiver and quake, her arms draped around your shoulders, her face buried in your neck. It’s intimate, romantic almost, the most visceral connection you’ve felt in a long time. The type of connection that feels ethereal, that makes you regret nearly every aspect of your ghoulish life.

And you hate yourself for it. 

While Dahyun rides out the dregs of her first penetration-driven orgasm, she brings her neck back and attempts to kiss you. Whether it’s out of reflex or sheer love-drunk stupidity you’re unsure. Regardless, you keep a level head, denying her, instead dipping your head down to bite the tender flesh of her upper shoulder, making her yelp out from the spike of pain. 

You’d gladly kiss her in another circumstance, but only of your own volition. Despite how kind you’d been to her so far tonight, Dahyun still needed to understand that her place was beneath you. And - you think to yourself as you pull her off of your cock, allowing her to slump onto the marble seat beside you - it’s a lesson she’ll undoubtedly learn during dinner tonight.

***

Dinner was usually a solitary affair for you. That was by choice rather than necessity; being in a constant state of social readiness was exhausting. Even the most successful of businessmen needed their alone time. Sure, Joohyun was pretty much around the apartment twenty-four seven, and would come at your beck and call if you wished, but she generally stayed out of your way unless asked otherwise.

Tonight the stony-faced, stoic maid has set out a lavish dinner featuring a variety of fish in rich sauces, baked vegetables that are crispy and flavorful, and several types of exotic breads. Red wine flows freely, poured in silence by Joohyun’s steady hand.

Your guest for the evening - who sits directly across from you at the table, mere inches away - seems thoroughly taken aback by the display in front of her. Her eyes are wide, practically sparkling with delight as she beholds what you consider a normal meal at your home. When she begins to eat, you can tell that she’s attempting to remain reserved, but there’s only so much restraint that a person could have. While Dahyun doesn’t make a mess of herself by any means, the ravenous way in which she devours her food is certainly the most relaxed you’ve seen her so far.

Watching her again makes you wonder what type of lifestyle Minho provided for his family. Though you and Dahyun’s father earn comparable salaries, he has a family to support. Two daughters to get through college, a wife to keep satisfied, and a mansion in the suburbs with taxes that likely exceed some of your employees’ salaries. Combined with the fact that Minho has likely been shielding his daughters from the bloody intricacies of his career, it made sense that Dahyun wasn’t used to this type of treatment.

And so while Dahyun stuffs her face with bread and alcohol, your portion of the meal consists mainly of vegetables and fish. Though your taste in cuisine has certainly led to indulgence before, you try to keep yourself on a slightly stricter dieting schedule. Maintaining your own health is important, both for aesthetic and functional purposes. No use in growing fat and complacent like the countless number of high-ranking businessmen you see on a weekly basis. You know that half the reason you can get away with what you do is because of the way you present yourself. It’s all part of the game that you’d mastered years ago.

At a point during the meal - when you’re relatively satisfied with the amount of food you’d eaten - you sip your wine and merely watch Dahyun’s mannerisms. They’ve become bolder, lacking that innate stiffness she’d carried during your initial encounters. Seeing her in a more relaxed state only increases your thinly veiled, barely contained drive to take her again. It’s by sheer force of will that you remain in your seat, fighting against the urge to go to her, to yank her out of her seat and dominate her once again.

But of course that hesitation doesn’t last long, and you can’t help but stand and stride over to where your pet sits. She starts as you come to her, expression passive yet pensive, chewing slowly as her unreadable eyes track your approach. For a moment you merely stand above her, stroking her hair, teasing at its ends as she sets her silverware down.

“Sir?” she asks furtively, looking up at you, doe-eyed and open and oh so wonderfully vulnerable.

Wordlessly, you unzip your pants, hooking a hand beneath Dahyun’s shoulder to pull her out of her seat. She obeys smoothly, stealing a quick sip of wine to wash down whatever food is left in her mouth.

The clothing you’ve provided her with is one of Jennie’s old outfits. Despite belonging to your flashy, salacious secretary, it’s relatively modest aside from the length of the skirt, which makes for easy access to what you desire.

Gripping Dahyun’s arm and pushing against her back, you bend her over on the table. No resistance, and in fact she shifts so as not to disturb the dishes or silverware.

“Did watching me eat turn you on that much?” Dahyun asks in a low voice, muffled slightly by the fact that the side of her face was pressed against the tablecloth.

Grinning, you lift the hem of her skirt, revealing her underwearless bottom. The alabaster tableau of her strong legs and thick cheeks are like magnets for your hands, and you find yourself groping her from behind as you answer:

“Everything you do turns me on, Dubu. As you can tell from earlier today, it’s very difficult for me to resist you.”

Though you can’t see her exact reaction to your benevolent compliments, the telltale hue of a pink blush creeps onto the nape of her neck. That makes her tensing body all the more satisfying as you slip a finger into her from behind, probing those rugged walls that you’d invaded less than an hour ago. Her ever-present tightness makes you shiver, compels you to spread her cheeks and rub your thumb against the puckered hole of her anus.

“N-not there, please,” Dahyun whispers, the first sign of hesitation she’s shown so far, which you can’t help but be proud of. “I don’t think I can take that right now, sir.”

Silently, you remove your hand from her - keeping the other buried in her quickly moistening folds - and instead work open the front of your boxers. Clutching your cock in your hand, you smack it several times against the space between Dahyun’s cheeks, thrusting up and down, shuddering as her smooth skin provides the perfect bed for your shaft. Then you pull back, pressing the head of your cock to those soft lips of hers, slipping inside.

Just as the first inch of your cock penetrates Dahyun’s pussy, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You don’t even bother checking the Caller ID, instead continuing to slide into Dahyun. She lets out an airy moan as you fill her, and you adjust her legs so that they’re spread wider, one knee resting on the table to ensure a good upward angle on your thrusts. Then you answer your phone.

“Hello?” you ask. At the sound of your voice Dahyun tries to turn around, but you swiftly shove her head back down to the table. Moving carefully in and out of her pussy, not fast enough to affect the quality of your turn, you add, “Who am I speaking to?”

When the man on the other end responds enthusiastically with his name, you nearly break into a fit of laughter. Though you’re able to hold that initial reaction back, you do end up pausing your thrusts for a moment before remembering yourself.

“Evening, Minho,” you say, and immediately Dahyun sucks in an audibly sharp breath. You can feel her trying to move, to turn to say something, but you press harder to her head, giving her a few good, strong thrusts to keep her quiet. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this late yet timely call?”

A knowing chuckle from the old man while you continue to slowly fuck his daughter from behind.

“Ah, you brought Jennie over tonight, I see.” he says, and you can practically hear him salivating at the thought of your secretary.

“No,” you say, releasing Dahyun’s head and giving her a hearty slap on the ass, audible enough so that Minho can hear both it and his daughter’s resulting yelp from over the phone. “It’s that new employee I mentioned earlier today. Give me one second.”

Briskly, you open up your camera app and aim it at Dahyun’s shapely behind, focusing on the form of your cock as it moves in and out of her. The glistening nectar at your base shows up easily, making a nice addition to the recording you take. To top it off, you spread Dahyun’s left cheek and press a thumb to her asshole, revealing it briefly before ending the impromptu film.

“There,” you say, sending the video. “That’s her.”

A pause on the other end of the line as Minho watches your video. In the meantime, Dahyun finally turns around, mouthing a silent “Fuck you” and sticking her middle finger up. You respond by thrusting faster, and she claps her own hand over her mouth, muffling a groan. 

“Damn,” Minho whispers through the phone, probably still gawking at the image of his daughter’s asshole. “The ass on her is amazing. You have to let me try her out one day.”

“We’ll see.” you say, the thought of Minho realizing he’s been fawning over his own daughter driving you to fuck Dahyun faster. “What did you call me about again? As you can tell, I’m very busy.”

“Ah, yes,” Minho says hastily. “I ask if Dahyun invited you to dinner at our home tomorrow night at seven.”

At the mention of his daughter’s name, you nearly freeze in place, but your sex-addled mind manages to grasp the context before you do.

“No, it must have slipped Dahyun’s mind to ask me that. No big deal, she had a pretty big workload today.” you say emphatically, cocking an eyebrow and glancing down at your intern. You feel her stiffening beneath you, and she turns around to offer you a pleading look before you push her head back down. “Regardless, I would love to join your family for dinner.”

“Excellent,” Minho says excitedly. Then, in a conspiratorial whisper, he adds, “And we can work out the details of our agreement afterward as well. You know… when Dahyun and Yeonhee have left.”

The thought of those after-dinner activities fresh in your mind, you decide it’s time to shift your attention to the beautiful creature bent over in front of you.

“Sounds good to me, Minho,” you say offhandedly. “See you tomorrow.”

With that, you hang up the phone, toss it onto the table beside you, and proceed to mercilessly ravage Kim Minho’s daughter.

Initially, you can tell that Dahyun wants to stop and speak to you, to have some kind of conversation about the fact that she’d failed to pass on that message from her father. Yet, you aren’t that bothered by it. It made sense for something of such a banal nature to have slipped her mind, given she’d had her virginity forcibly taken directly after. And even if she did purposely omit the dinner invitation, that was fine, too. There was no point in hiding the reality of it from yourself: Dahyun probably hated your guts. Which was no matter, no surprise, and completely to be expected. Jennie’s rapid attachment to you had been a once in a lifetime occurrence, and you were willing to accept that. Dahyun wouldn’t be the first woman to want you dead, nor would she be the last. It was just the nature of the industry.

Whether her momentary loss of memory was purposeful or not didn’t matter to you. Not when you were balls deep in her raw pussy, yanking back handfuls of her hair while spanking her ass until it was red and sore. It’s the roughest you’ve gone on her, and she doesn’t take it well. The tears flow freely, interspersed by pitiful apologies - choruses of “I’m sorry, daddy!” and “Please stop it, you’re hurting me!” ring out loud enough to fill your whole apartment - as well as several half-hearted attempts to escape your grasp.

But she would have to get used to it. You were usually on the gentler side when it came to your sexual exploits, but that wouldn’t be the case for every man who had sex with her. It was better to get her accustomed to this sort of treatment right from the start. So you continue taking her as roughly as possible, leaning over so you press your chest against her back, growling obscenities in her ear like the animal you are. The entire table rocks and groans against your fevered momentum, and the thought crosses your mind that perhaps a full dinner table isn’t the best place to take Dahyun so savagely.

And so you pull out of her, drawing back and goading her into flipping over. The table supports her weight well, and given the slower, more savory thrusts you decide to indulge in from there, the risk of breaking anything is all but eliminated. Admittedly, it’s quite enjoyable to kiss her panting lips, to wraps arms around waist, to comfort her with gentle strokes of her lustrous hair. Her cheeks are soaked by the remnants of her sadness, and she inhales sharp breaths whenever her sore behind is dragged across the table too much. However, in this new position - with her ankles crossed behind your back and her chin cupped in your fingers and your gazes meeting - Dahyun’s cries of pain gradually begin to morph. Transforming, growing bolder and more genuine, gaining a tinge of ardor. Blooming from that burning ember, expanding into a wildfire of rapture that was unlike anything you’d seen from her before. Her legs tighten around you, her back arches, her limbs shiver. The visible slits of her partially-shut eyes show only white, fluttering with a manic rhythm. It’s so heathenous, so burningly contrary to the way she should be acting that your mind echoes with the crystalline chord of your orgasm’s birth.

Dahyun’s cry meets your gasp. Her thighs clench so hard that it’s painful, her hips buck to the matched rhythm of your own hips, her lungs empty your name into your ear. There comes a moment of blankness, of complete detachment from reality unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. Your body moves of its own accord, strictly by self-preservation and instinct, releasing Dahyun and allowing her to flop onto the table. She lays there, splayed out with limp limbs, sweat dappling her flesh, turning her into a porcelain doll.

You fall back onto her chair, heaving tired breaths, inflamed muscles going flaccid. Mindlessly, you rub the inner aspect of her calf, feeling the goosebumps there, pushing against them, stroking up and down.

“H-holy fuck,” Dahyun gasps after an indeterminate amount of time. “That was…”

From there the exhausted young woman trails off, perhaps catching herself before admitting the obvious: you’d just given her the best orgasm of her life. As much as you’d hate to admit it, you felt the same. It was the reason you kept your mouth shut, the reason you decided to completely drop the topic of her forgetting to invite you to her father’s home. Instead you breathe deeply, continue stroking her leg, and try to remain conscious. 

When Joohyun walks in to clean up, she says nothing, pointedly ignoring the fact that your dinner guest is lying supine on the table, panting harshly and filled with cum. Your dutiful maid merely keeps her head down, gathering up the dishware, avoiding your gaze. You consider having Joohyun suck the cum from Dahyun’s pussy, but by the time the idea makes its way into your sick brain, the maid is already gone. Chuckling to yourself, you pull your pants up and help Dahyun to her feet.

Neither of you make eye contact as you get yourselves together. Though you’re ashamed of how much vulnerability you’ve shown, you know you need to maintain your image. It was unacceptable to let her to believe that your bodily betrayals were representative of any emotional attachment toward her.

“There’s much more where that came from, Dubu.” you say as slyly as you can manage. 

No answer from Dahyun, not a single peep from the crimson-faced angel sitting across from you. The following minutes are awkward and tense, and you find yourself having down two full glasses of wine by the time Joohyun arrives with coffee, tea, and dessert. You gladly take the former, fighting as you are to remain awake. Though Dahyun devours her chocolate cake, she’s significantly more reserved when doing so, and refuses to look at you throughout.

However, that doesn’t curb your appetite for the remainder of the night. For you, the hours of eleven at night to four in the morning are reserved for destroying Dahyun’s perfect pussy. Exploring every inch of her warm interior, filling her over and over again with hard cock followed by increasingly smaller loads. At first she attempts to deny your advances, complaining of soreness and exhaustion, but your insistent hands and undeniable skills convince her with haste. From there it’s a learning experience for both of you. In exchange for your years of expertise she provides you with constant pleasure, bending to your whims whether she likes it or not. At the end of the night, her reward for her hard work is Plan B and a couple of sleeping pills. She accepts these without complaint, drifting off in your bed just as the sun begins to rise.

Despite the rigorous, intimate activities you engage in, very few words were exchanged between you and Dahyun throughout.  

Industry Standard Chapter 3: Dinner Party, Part 1

Dahyun was still dozing when you pulled up to her apartment the next morning. The blurry, half-conscious state of mind borne from the Ambien has left her more or less incoherent. Had you not been completely depleted from the night’s activities, you might have chosen to make good use of her lolling-open mouth before dismissing her, but for once you restrain yourself. As appetizingly compliant as she currently is, you’ve had your fill for the time being. Best to let the poor girl rest, as she had yet another difficult few hours ahead of her, what with entertaining her family at dinner tonight.

However, that didn’t mean other people wouldn’t be aware of her bedraggled state. There were real predators out there - even as early as eight o’clock on a Saturday morning - who would love to take advantage of your Darling Dubu. Not to mention the potential probing words from those who knew her personally, those who would question Dahyun’s stumbling footsteps, incoherent words, and bow-legged stance. To prevent any issues, you’d brought Joohyun along with you this morning. The dutiful maid would never say no to an extra hundred dollar tip in exchange for an errand so simple as escorting a drunk-appearing twenty-one year old back to her dorm. Joohyun’s presence serves as doubly useful, giving her the opportunity to bring Dahyun a dress that you’d hand-picked for the dinner party tonight.

After kissing your beloved’s limp lips goodbye, you relax for a few minutes, assured that Joohyun will take great care in seeing her safely up to her dorm. When your maid returns, she’s as taciturn and cold as always, even ignoring your hand on her thigh as you drive home. Though you’d initially believed your sexual appetite to have been been satisfied, groping Joohyun’s muscular legs leaves your cock hard and wanting once again, and you decide to take her the moment you step inside your home. As usual she does as you bid without complaint. Today’s treat is a five-minute quickie culminating in an unwanted mouthful of cum for your maid, the resulting release serving as a wonderful sleep aid. From there you spend the next eight hours of the morning locked in a feathery, dreamless slumber, the type that leaves you feeling utterly rejuvenated at its conclusion.

When you awake, you take a long, hot shower and don your finest suit - which Joohyun has so graciously laid out for you - along with the most expensive perfume you have available. As you’re dressing, you call Dahyun to ensure that she’s awake, taking the opportunity to inform her that you would be picking her up from her dorm within the next two hours. Though she’s clearly still groggy, she’s at least able to respond and agree, even going so far as to voice her mild displeasure at being forced to endure another car ride with you. A smile continues to linger on your face after the call is over, an excited loftiness filling you as you text Minho to let him know that you and his daughter would be arriving together, courtesy of your driver, Donghyun.

The borderline elderly man has worked for you for several years now. He’s likely your most loyal employee in the company, and though you don’t often utilize his services, there are various reasons that you keep him on the payroll. His ability to keep a secret is the most prevalent of those reasons, his insatiable lecherousness being a close second. The former comes in handy that evening as you instruct him to pick up Minho Kim’s daughter from her university campus; aside from a slight raising of his bushy gray eyebrows, his only response is a dutiful “Yes, sir” as he pulls away from your apartment complex.

Anticipation swells within you as Donghyun navigates the Saturday-night Seoul traffic. Though your main concern is Dahyun, there are other matters on your mind as well, including those of Minho’s family. You wonder if he’s made his wife aware of your aim to fulfill their end of the bargain tonight, or if he’s made the proper preparations to do so. You could always have Donghyun drop Dahyun back at her dorm before your business meeting with her parents, but her younger sister - Yeonhee was her name, if you were remembering correctly - would need to be taken care of in some way. Hopefully Minho was smart enough to come up with some sort of distraction for her.

Your musings don’t last particularly long, however, as soon as you're pulling up to the crowded university campus, parking in a spot quite near where you’d been earlier. Under the cover of night, there’s a far more romantic air to the area, one that’s enhanced the moment you catch sight of your beautiful little pet pushing through the crowd.

Though you’d provided the dress for Dahyun to wear this evening, it’s still an absolute marvel at how well she manages to wear such attire. From her perfectly straightened black hair to the minimalistic makeup that covers her delicate features, your intern has truly outdone herself this time. The thin black material of the dress hugs her frame nicely, displaying her curves quite well, as evidenced by the stares from the male students she struts by. The translucent, flower-patterned sections at her collar and sleeves make for an artful yet seductive ensemble, completed by the open-toed heels she wears on her adorable feet.

Admittedly, it takes some measure of self control not to set upon her the moment that she slides into the seat beside you. You’re acutely aware that Donghyun would not only say nothing but would likely enjoy the show, yet in your opinion it’s far too early for such wanton activities. And, judging by the way Dahyun casts you a scornful, sideways glare, she isn’t too keen on being fucked in the back of an SUV.

Not that her desires would have mattered to you, anyway.

“Hello, Dubu,” you say, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek, one that she surprisingly accepts without complaint. “You look absolutely wonderful this evening.”

Despite her obvious efforts to seem fed up with your antics, a small smile fixes itself to Dahyun’s lips, and her cheeks flush a rosy pink.

“So do you, daddy .” Dahyun replies in an uncharacteristically sweet purr, just loud enough for you to hear.

Her succulent words earn her another kiss, this time on the lips. Cupping her face in your hands, pressing down on the sides of her tender neck, letting your tongue slide into her mouth to taste the cool mint within. There’s no resistance from your pet at all; in fact, it’s the opposite. She responds with a furtive yet talented tongue of her own, simultaneously rubbing the inner aspect of your thigh, sliding her hand upward until it settles upon your erect cock.

It’s an unbelievably welcome sensation, and you almost can’t help but melt into it. Thankfully, caution reins you in, and you pull away from Dahyun, though you allow her to keep her hand on your crotch. She doesn’t seem to take your hesitance as a snub or a rejection, instead continuing to play with your cock through your pants, smiling at you with those devilishly delicious lips of hers.

Again, a welcome development in your relationship with her, but suspicious nonetheless. She had definitely warmed up to your teaching last night, but not to this extent. Not enough to transform her into this flirty, grinning seductress she’s trying to present herself as. 

So then, that begged the question: what was her motive here? Benevolence surely wasn’t a part of it.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask casually, leaning back in your seat.

Dahyun gives a nod, letting her hand stray upward so as to end her teasing. You consider taking her hand and intertwining your fingers with hers, but the sheer intimacy of such a gesture is downright nauseating.

“I did. I think I’m ready for another full night of activities after dinner.” Dubu says demurely, batting her eyelashes like a whore.

Frowning, you take Dahyun’s hand and lay it on the seat beside you. She gets the hint then, and her smile twitches down into a scowl.

“Well, you’ll have to wait, then,” you say, turning away from her, regarding the shifting cityscape outside the car window. “I have business to attend to with your parents after dinner.”

“Business?” your unruly intern demands. Though you can’t see for yourself, Dahyun’s furrowed brow and narrowed eyes practically seep into her tone. “What kind of business could you possibly want with my parents?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand,” you say dismissively, waving her off without so much as giving her a glance. “Grown-up matters.”

An almost inaudible huff from Dahyun. “If I’m grown-up enough for you to fuck for hours straight, I should be grown-up enough to hear about your stupid business plans.”

“Don’t be a brat.”

Though you try to maintain a semblance of command, the essence of the sentiment is lost, fading into the silence between you as the car ride drags on. It’s then that you’re given the opportunity to hark on your position with Dahyun so far, on the lavish treatment she’s been given at your expense. Telling yourself that she’s Minho’s daughter is neither explanation nor excuse enough. Indeed, in the past you’d given the “silver spoon” interns an even harder time, taking them fully on the first day, offering them to be used by your associates on the second. You’d waited an entire week before taking Dahyun’s virginity, a luxury you’d afforded to no other woman before her. Then you’d had the audacity to invite her to your apartment, to treat her to the various perks that come with a wealthy man’s life, to even gift her with a thousand-dollar dress. It was all so stupidly weak of you.

Simply put, you’d been too soft on her. That would change tonight.

Outside, the modest suburbs of Seoul fly by as your driver approaches Minho’s humble home. For a man as successful as himself, he’s chosen a rather quaint area to live in, likely owing to his well constructed image as a family man.

Just as the man crosses your thoughts, you receive a text from him:

“The wife and I are doing some last minute shopping. We’re going to be a little late. Sorry!”

You reply to him that it’s no problem at all, that you and Dahyun can entertain yourselves just fine.

“I have a key, so we can still get inside,” Dahyun says when you mention the situation to her. Though she’s still grumpy from your earlier rebuking, her attitude seems to have recovered a bit. Again, suspiciously so. “I guess it gives me an opportunity to show you around the house a little.”

You nod, fighting to keep a neutral expression as various threads weave themselves together in your dastardly brain.

Within a few minutes, the SUV is stopped, and Donghyun is opening the door for you. The night’s grown calm and cool, the stifling sunlight of day having been snuffed out by the cover of darkness. Minho’s home is a simple two-story building that you personally have no taste for, yet you can see its appeal. There’s an unsophisticated nature to it, a kind of a domestic draw that fits the old man’s style completely. From the well-kept lawn to the cutesy garden outside, to the beat-up sedan in the driveway, it all fits together to create an unassuming portrait of modest living.

It’s a good disguise, you think to yourself as you and Dahyun stride up the driveway together, perhaps a level of camouflage that you’d be willing to adopt for yourself later in life. Not that you’d ever grow as lazy and complacent as Minho, but you’re acutely aware that this hedonistic lifestyle of yours can’t last forever.

“You grew up here?” you ask as Dahyun unlocks the door and holds it open for you. The foyer beyond is small, lit by a faux-chandelier and adorned with old photos of Dahyun, her younger sister, and her parents.

“Yeah,” the intern says, sliding her heels off, bare toes settling into the carpet. “What do you think?”

You pause for a moment before answering. “It’s very… domestic. Not my style, but I understand why you’d like it.”

Dahyun smiles at that, seemingly unable to think of another response.

“I don’t know whether that’s a compliment or not… but thanks, I guess. Do you want to see upstairs?”

The shadow of those dastardly thoughts from earlier comes over you, your sick ideas unfurling like a jet black flower in your heart, manifesting into a smile that you hope isn’t too threatening as you give Dahyun a nod of affirmation.

And so your unknowing little intern takes you by the hand and leads you up a set of stairs, around a corner and onto the second floor. Everything’s decorated as you’d expect, with photos of Minho and his gorgeous wife, along with a rather large portrait of what you can assume is Dahyun’s high school graduation photo.

“You look nice here.” you remark, pointing to Dahyun’s youthful visage.

Her smile was far more innocent back then, and you find yourself wishing that you’d stumbled upon her just a few years earlier. An eighteen or nineteen year-old Dahyun would have been quite the treat, quite the perfect specimen to bend and manipulate into your own.

“Thank you, oppa.” Dahyun says sincerely, casting a bashful, blushing gaze toward the ground. With a lazy hand, she gestures toward a door to your right. “This is my room. Wanna go inside and see it? I haven’t really changed up the decoration since I graduated high school, but I think you’ll like it.”

Wondering what time Minho and his wife would return, you give Dahyun a nod and allow her to lead the way. She steps into her room first, holding the door for you. An innocent smile crosses her face as she looks around at the bright colors and frilly decorations of her room. Her bed dominates most of the space, with bright pink covers and fluffy pillows that fit what you’d expect from someone around five years her junior. Dahyun perches upon the bed, her graceful dress a sharp contrast to her surroundings, giving her the air of a woman engrossed in dual lives. She lifts her head and continues to take in her surroundings, eyes sparkling, jawline hard and perfect against the white backdrop of the wall behind her.

She’s undeniably fetching, so much so that you can’t help but reach out and take her chin in your fingers. Tilting her head upward so that you can meet her eyes, licking your lips as her gaze settles upon your own. Her lashes flutter shut as you lean in, pressing your mouth to hers in a kiss that’s deep and wanting. Dahyun hums against you, offering a slight bit of resistance but ultimately complying, allowing your tongue to lash against hers as she falls back onto bed. You follow with haste, laying against her soft body, stroking her hair with one hand as you reach down and cup her breast in the other. As you squeeze down, however, she turns her head to the side, denying you a second kiss.

“N-not here, oppa,” she whines as you squeeze down on her chest. “Not in my house.”

Scoffing, you press harder against her breast, searching for the tiny nub of her nipple, brushing against it with your thumb. This elicits a soft moan from her, though she shakes her head directly after, as if trying to lie not only to you but herself.

“I can’t let my dad find us. I-I’m sure you understand that, right?”

“I’ll be quick,” you hiss, unable to control yourself, using your weight to pin Dahyun against the bed. She squirms beneath you, and you fear that you’ll have to hold her down completely. “Maybe I’ll just have you suck me off. I’d love to fuck your pretty little lips here. I’m sure my cum would be the perfect appetizer before dinner.”

“Then how about we make a deal, hm?” Dahyun says, grinning wickedly, a sharp transformation from the previous, picture-perfect doll she’d just presented herself as. “I’ll suck your cock and swallow your cum right here in my bedroom if you give me the week off to study for my finals. I’ll even blow you on the way home, too. How’s that sound?”

At that, you pause. Still lying atop Dahyun, one hand on her breast, the other at the back of her head. She stares at you with a kind of nervous disposition, her confidence evaporating as the seconds pass by. As your displeasure spills over from within you, showing in your expression. How dare she try to bargain with you like that? After a mere week of working under you? Who did she think she was? Your friendship with her father had given her much leeway so far, but she’d crossed a line this time. You were right to assume you’d been too easy on her. And that needed to change right now.

Shifting your hand from the back of her head to the front of her neck, you shove Dahyun down into the bed, forcing another whimper from her.

“Wh-what are you doing, oppa?” Dahyun whispers, panic edging into her voice as you reach down and yank up the tight hem of her dress. “Stop!”

With a growl, you shove her legs back down to the bed, preventing her from kicking you off. Unexpectedly, she manages to squirm out of your grasp, but you grab her by the hair and yank hard, making her cry out.

“Ow!” she hisses indignantly, stunned by the pain, allowing you to restrain her against the bed again, this time facedown, using your knees to keep her kicking legs pinned to the mattress. “You’re hurting me, asshole!”

“Good,” you say through gritted teeth, pulling back and lifting her dress, revealing the thong-covered form of her ass. With a liberal, heavy hand, you smack her cheeks as hard as you can, leaving pink marks with each strike. “You deserve it for trying to be a stupid whore.”

Dahyun cries out, sounds that are quickly muffled as you press down at the sides of her neck. Though you aren’t pressing against her windpipe - not yet, at least - she lets out a shocked gasp, one that you end with another smack against her tender ass. Gripping her harder, you watch as the soft cherry blush on her skin shifts to an angry, irritated crimson. 

“Stop it!” Dahyun hisses as you increase the pressure on the sides of her neck, as the lack of blood flow makes her eyes roll back in her head. Tears run down her face, her eyes wide with terror as she’s subjected to the extent of your wrath. “You’re hurting me!”

Encouraged by her feisty words, you grin and spank her again, releasing some of the pressure on her throat. That, however, turns out to be more than you’d bargained for, as Dahyun uses the opportunity to flail back with her right hand, striking you in the face. It isn’t a hard hit, but it’s enough to elicit a burst of fury and arousal within you. Grabbing her wrist and pinning it out of the way, you drop your hand from her throat and unzip the front of your pants, revealing your cock. Pressing yourself to Dahyun’s ass, smacking your shaft against her undoubtedly sensitive cheek, you make it very clear to her what your intentions are.

“Not here!” she begs, lost in her hysteria, pounding her left fist against the bed in frustration. As much as she wanted to paint herself as the sweet, perfect daughter, she really was just a stupid brat. All it took was a little extra pressure to show her true colors. “I don’t want you to!”

Dahyun lets out a whine that pitches up, becoming tearful and pathetic, and you yank her thong aside. Though you can’t see her pussy properly from this angle, you can feel it. Her lips are ripe and wet against your hand, leaving a thick film of residue on your fingers as you invade her. Again, your initial press can only afford you a single digit within Dahyun’s tight pussy, but it has the intended effect. Your rebellious intern cranes her neck back and lets out a ruffling, heavy sigh. You finger her without restraint, the wet sounds of her nectar filling the room, joined by the increasingly loud chorus of Dahyun’s moans. They’re absolute music to your ears, so much so that you can’t resist pausing a few times to slap your cock against her ass, to rub your tip across each cute cheek, to smack them and make her sniffle and whine. 

“Your body says different, slut,” you hiss, leaning over and licking the side of Dahyun’s face, humming at the salty, delicious flavor of her sweat and tears. “You want my cock. And if you think you don’t, I’m going to fuck you until you think differently.”

“I th-thought you just wanted a blowjob!” Dahyun cries out, once again thrashing beneath you, nearly hard enough to buck you completely off. “This wasn’t part of the deal!”

You’re forced to yank a handful of her hair before slamming her onto the bed, pressing your torso against her back, biting hard on the crook of her shoulder. Dahyun screams as a gush of metallic flavor fills your mouth.

Rather than causing her to submit, however, Dahyun only fights harder. Her elbow digs into your side, shoving you off entirely. You expect her to flee, but instead she takes the chance to set upon you. Attacking you with annoying yet persistent slaps, ultimately doing nothing yet requiring you to lift both arms to block the blows from striking your face.

You wait for a brief opening in her assault, snatching both of her wrists in your hands and forcing them to her sides. Dahyun presses onward regardless, grunting hard, craning her neck and opening her mouth wide. At first you think she’s moving in to kiss you, but then her teeth clamp down on your shoulder in much the same manner as you’d done to her. She manages to draw a speck of blood before you rip her away, throwing her down onto the bed, crashing down with your body over hers, her legs spread around you, her hands restrained above her head.

Both of you pause, breathing hard, intimately close yet refusing to look directly at one another. Dahyun’s hair is a complete mess, her lipstick smeared by your kisses, the skin of her torso glowing with exertion, her right nipple just visible over the skewed neckline of her dress. The bite mark you’d left on her shoulder trickles blood, and her wrists are visibly bruised from how hard you’ve been clenching them. When you do manage to set your gaze upward, you’re met with eyes that are blurred and bloodshot from sadness, yet contrasted by pupils reflecting a fury so visceral that it makes you nearly want to turn and run. And Jesus Christ, you’d be damned if it wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

For several protracted, heavy seconds, you stare into each other’s eyes, the rises and falls of your chests synchronizing, a powerful gravity dragging you ever closer, waves of ardor drowning you, stealing your breath. Drowning you in utter desire for Kim Dahyun.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you whisper, unable to to hold back, entranced and enamored by the broken, filthy angel beneath you. “I can’t resist you.”

Dahyun’s wicked lips set themselves into a smirk at that. Taking advantage of your momentary enfeeblement, she wrenches her wrists free from yours. Brought to complete shock by your own admittance, you allow her to do so. To raise her hand, to slap you across the face with an open palm, to shove you off of her. Even in your stupor, you expect her once again to flee, to escape your clutches at all costs.

But she doesn’t. Rather, she smacks you again, this time so hard that your ear begins to ring, that witch-like smirk still playing on her mouth as you recoil in pain. That’s enough to break the stunned state you’re encapsulated in, but before you can offer any kind of response, she’s kissing you.

Dahyun is ravenous and demanding, practically choking you into submission as she shoves her tongue as far into your mouth as she can. Caught and trapped by your angel turned demon, your anger and disbelief shifts into sheer arousal. Never had a woman treated you like this before. Never had you felt so out of control, so far removed from your own whims. And never had you expected to meet such disobedience with welcome arms and raging euphoria.

“Stupid fucking rapist,” Dahyun hisses, drawing away, tossing you to the side like a used whore. There, she grabs your shoulders and pushes you onto the bed. Not hard enough that you couldn’t resist, but you find - again, to your complete shock - that you have no desire to do so. “I can’t believe I let you treat me like this. I let a scumbag like you take my fucking virginity.”

Lying flat on your back, your sneer, letting your hand stray to the exposed length of Dahyun’s right leg. There, on the inner aspect of her thigh, is a blue-yellow bruise from the absolute abuse you’d subjected her to last night.

“You didn’t let me do anything, slut,” you growl, pressing into the bruise, making Dahyun wince and grunt. “I stole your virginity from you. You’re mine , bitch.”

With a snarl, Dahyun draws her hand back to slap you again, but at the last second you duck out of the way. However, that gives her the perfect opportunity to pin you down, using her body weight to shove the air from your lungs. Then, spinning around with an expertise that nearly matches that of a dancer, she lifts her leg to straddle you. For a second you’re presented with the dark-stained, pale-outlined form of her panties. Then her bent legs are clamping around your head as she takes a seat directly on your face.

“Shut the fuck up,” Dahyun commands, smothering you with her still-clothed pussy. Her nectar leaks freely through the fabric of her thong, leaving sticky residue all over your nose, cheeks, and lips. She grinds against you recklessly, hands tangling into your hair, forcing you to lay there and take it. “Fucking asshole. Piece of shit. I’ve never hated someone as much as I hate you, rapist .”

Dahyun pauses for a moment - just long enough for you to draw in a desperate breath - yanking her panties to the side to reveal her glistening, swollen pussy. Before you can react she’s back on you again, grinding her bare lips against you. Giving in to the raw desires that burn in your stomach and brain, you hook your arms around Dahyun’s thighs, pressing her harder against you, sticking your tongue out to fill your mouth with the thick, hot ichor pouring from your wicked little angel.

“Oh, you like that, rapist?” Dahyun demands, laughing between her moans, indulging in the expert dance of your tongue upon her flesh. “Maybe I can fix that.”

Another reprieve from Dahyun’s ceaseless grinding, giving you a brief sliver of clarity to realize what’s going on. To understand that the roles have been reversed, that your demure intern has pried the reins right from your fingers. You know that you need to seize them back, but as Dahyun turns around and spreads her cheeks above your face, the storm of stiffness in your cock overrides all rational thought. Just as before, you get one last glimpse at Dahyun’s nethers - this at time her puckered, cute little asshole - before she’s smothering you again.

“You like my ass so much, huh? You kept trying to fuck it last night, so you must,” she groans, grinding against you. “Maybe you should fucking eat it then.”

Digging your hands into Dahyun’s thighs, you do just that. Using your tongue in just the same manner as before, except now there’s no delicious nectar to meet you. Instead there’s bitter flesh, salty sweat, and suffocating cheeks. Frankly, it’s disgusting, as you know for a fact that Dahyun hadn’t properly prepared herself for this sort of endeavor. That her only aim here was to humiliate you, to exact revenge for all of the heinous acts you’d committed against her over the past week. To strip you of the power you have over her, to try and pretend - even for a short, fleeting stretch of time - that she was something more than just another office fucktoy.

And for a bit, it works. Because you find yourself unable to do anything but submit to her. Lashing your tongue along the curve of her crack, tasting every inch of the space between her cheeks. Her rabid hip flares prevent you from aiming specifically at her anus, but every time you feel its wrinkled skin brushing against your tongue, a shiver runs down your spine. You can already feel precum leaking onto your stomach from the head of your cock, and you wish dearly that Dahyun would grace you with at least one touch. It was a pathetic, demeaning thought to have, fit only for a man as pitiful as Minho, and you refuse to give into it. You’d already shown Dahyun far too much weakness tonight. Sooner or later, you’d need to step up and fight back. 

“You fucking like that, huh?” Dahyun says almost angrily, growling like a feral animal. “God, you’re even more disgusting than I thought!”

 There wasn’t any argument you could give to that. You were disgusting, a filthy human being that deserved much worse than this sort of treatment. Yet it was also a monument to your benevolence that you’d allowed it to go this far. Making Dahyun believe that she had the upper hand in any way was supremely kind. 

At least, those were the arguments you’d made for yourself. Justifying your submission to this dumb, young intern was tough, but seeing it in the light of a gift rather than a defeat was the proper way to view the situation. When the time came, you’d reverse the roles once more.

“That’s it,” Dahyun mutters, switching to a frenzied, twitching grind, forcing her asshole directly over your waiting tongue. Rather than simply licking, you thrust upward and inward, creating a seal with your lips as you explore the tight interior of Dahyun’s ass. “Eat my asshole, you gross piece of shit. I hope it tastes terrible.”

Smiling, you go as deep as you can, so deep that your tongue becomes sore. Judging by her lack of moans, Dahyun’s sole enjoyment from this activity was your degradation. Still you let her continue with this, continue to laugh and mock you and yank at your hair, continue this farce.

But as with all things good or bad, eventually Dahyun’s false victory had to come to an end.

Though you’d never admit to it, there’s genuine effort involved in regaining your dominance. Dahyun recognizes the second that you begin to fight back again, and she resists by pinning your wrists and trying to stop you from throwing her off. Ultimately, she’s unsuccessful. You have both weight and strength on her, and once you’re motivated enough to actually make your move, there’s no stopping you.

Whipping her around in a whirl of hair and limbs and cries, slamming Dahyun onto her back against the mattress, pinning her down with your knees and hands so that she’s functionally immobile. While there’s a certain tension to her body, she gives no hint of resistance. Perhaps the way you’d so easily overpowered her had sapped her of her will to fight.

“You know,” you whisper, staring into the gritted-teeth, terrified-eyed visage of Kim Dahyun. The moisture at her hairline and the streaks of her mascara leave your cock aching with voracious desire. “Your ass actually tasted delicious. So good that I think it would be a crime if you didn’t taste it, too, Dubu.”

Dahyun lets out a half-whimper as you lean in, a feeble little sound that’s muffled by your greedy mouth. At first she purses her lips, denying your kiss, but a swift hand on her throat coupled with a series of smacks against her breasts straightens her up immediately. From there you part her lips, thrusting your tongue inside, reveling in her tiny groans of protest as you explore the warm interior of her mouth. Wrestling her tongue downward, covering it with your own, letting your breath cascade into her. Grinding your cock against her exposed midsection, using her body as exactly as it was intended to be: an instrument for your pleasure.

Pulling back, you give Dahyun a reprieve from your demanding kiss, tracing the tip of your tongue along her jaw. Licking her saccharine flesh, sucking on the tiny end of her earlobe, shifting upward and brushing away a few strands of hair to whisper to her.

“I was kind enough to let you have your fun, but never forget that I’m in control,” you hiss, continuing to rub your cock against her, careful not to thrust too fast lest you end up finishing prematurely. “Remember that, Dahyun. You’re nothing but a warm hole for my cock. My stupid, worthless slut.”

Dahyun inhales sharply at that, and you expect her to say something scathing in response, but she doesn’t. Instead, she moans . It’s a withering, baleful moan, coming almost against her will, coupled with a shifting of her legs, a sliding downward of her torso that brings your cock right up against her pussy. Paralyzed by incredulity, you can focus only on the way that Dahyun’s hips gyrate beneath you, the soft, petal-like lips of her pussy brushing against your shaft with need. A grunt shoves itself from your lungs as Dahyun presses harder against you, and by reflex you allow her free use of her hands. Rather than striking or shoving you, she caresses the sides of your face with a tender touch, goading you into facing her again, where you’re enveloped in an ardent, humming kiss. It’s a kiss that contains neither limp noncompliance nor fevered rage. It’s a kiss with a poignant sense of intimacy behind it, with gently clawing hands and a loving tongue and a connection so intuitive that you give in instantly.

Together, you and Dahyun resume your heated dance across her mattress. Though there’s no lack of passion, the aggression in your movements has totally evaporated, replaced by a deluge of unfettered want. There’s a mutuality here that had never been present before in your interactions with Dubu. A back and forth, a complete congruence between both of your needs. Each kiss is playful and light, carrying an air of casualness that you’d only ever felt once before, so long ago that you’d nearly forgotten its sweet taste. Soon Dahyun is atop you again, yet her straddling carries none of the imperious ferocity as before.

Continuing your protracted stream of kisses, you run fingers down the contours of Dahyun’s bent back, smiling at the way she shivers to your touch. Making a slow circle at the curve of her lower back, laying your palms on her cream-smooth cheeks. Cheeks that - mere minutes ago - you’d been buried between.

Dahyun grumbles slightly as you poke your finger against her still-wet asshole, but unlike other times, she does nothing to prevent you from slipping it inside. Maybe that’s due to the amount of lube your saliva provides, making for an easy glide, though you only use your fingertip for now, as you soon feel Dahyun reaching down between her legs. She lays the side of her face against your own as she takes your shaft by its base, spreading her thighs further, prompting you to slide your finger deeper inside her ass. Another sharp inhale from your Darling Dubu, followed by the familiar sensation of your cock against her pussy.

Dahyun’s lips part for you with ease, and her hips drop rapidly, filling her quickly and without issue. Compared to the previous night, there’s a clear difference in the way she takes you, in the way her body readily accepts the invading girth of your cock. Indeed, even from the start Dahyun seems unable to help herself, grinding her hips against you, flexing her walls firmly enough to make you gasp. Her hot, slick body presses to yours, the hard nubs of her nipples dragging against your skin, heaving exhales exploding from her lungs and splashing against your shoulder. You wrap your free arm around her waist, holding her close, setting every bit of your attention upon her. The knuckle of your other hand is flush against Dahyun’s ass, your finger exploring the virgin interior of her anus. There you can feel the sensation of your own cock within her pussy, its form distant yet notable, pushing against her as she lavishly rides you.

Another involuntary grunt erupts from you as Dahyun switches to an up and down rhythm, her ass bouncing so fast that it becomes difficult to keep your finger inside of her. Though you’re forced to abandon that endeavor, a brilliantly wicked idea comes to you. Doing your best to ignore how amazing Dahyun’s pussy feels around your cock, you reach your hand up and cup the side of her face. Dahyun slows her riding, flipping to a slow, sensual grind, lifting her head so that it’s directly in front of you. Her eyes continue to twinkle with sensuality, tiny breaths escaping through parted lips, her expression one of sinless beauty. Her angelic, lofty qualities have all returned, flipping back to her innocent veneer in a heartbeat. A wave of sympathy overcomes you, an urge to cherish and care for the fragile fairy bouncing on your cock. It’s difficult to imagine her as the same girl who had just been riding your face and cursing like a whore. To the extent that you almost feel bad for what you’re about to subject her to.

Almost.

Owing to your endless list of conquests, you know better than to use a woman’s current behavior to excuse past actions. So you lift the index finger of your right hand, gripping hard to the side of Dahyun’s face as you shove it into her mouth. She shuts her eyes and closes her lips around it, seeming not to realize that she’s currently sucking on the finger that had just been entirely engulfed in her own asshole.

A spike of arousal courses through you, making your hips tense upward, pushing your cock deeper into Dahyun as she sucks on your finger. You watch her with great interest, wondering if she can actually taste herself.

“You like the taste of your own asshole, Dubu?” you whisper mockingly, waiting for her to cringe and sob in disgust. 

At that, Dahyun’s eyes flutter open. She doesn’t flinch away, in fact keeping your finger in her mouth as she gives you a slow, breathy retort:

“Only because it’s on you, daddy.”

Another spike of arousal comes then, so powerful that your lust envelops you in every way. From the mindless, flaming landscape of your brain to the charged, tensing muscles of your body, you’re totally enamored. Just as you’d done countless times the night before, you reach down and wrap both arms around Dahyun’s waist, holding her in place so you can pound her.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries, collapsing against you as you relentlessly thrust upward, crashing into her with such momentum that the sound of your skin hitting hers echoes throughout the room. “Oh God!”

And just like that, all sense of reciprocity is gone. Dahyun submits to your dominance without complaint, moaning out in ecstasy, proudly displaying the truth about your relationship. As much as she thinks she wants the upper hand on you, your Dutiful Dubu desires nothing more than to be your whore. To be fucked and destroyed and turned into a trembling, screaming mess.

So you give her exactly what she wants. Hammering into her so hard that she begins to cry, that her hot tears splash against your face, that she clings to you, digging nails into your shoulders with a grip borne from rapture rather than hatred. You fuck her as hard as you’ve ever fucked any of your pets before, your cock plunging in and out of her pussy, your balls slapping against her, your glutes and hips burning from exertion. Dahyun’s moans transform into cries, mewling noises that only further fuel your need to destroy her. You find yourself wishing that you’d pinned her down again so that you could get a better angle, but you’ve already reached the breaking point, a terminal cadence of your thrusts that you know from experience is unceasing. Aside from a few slowdowns to spank Dahyun’s ass, you ravage her as swiftly as you can, her mattress creaking in protest as you turn its owner into a complete wreck. As the lightning-infused tides of your orgasm sear at your nerves, you growl into Dahyun’s ear, declaring her as your own, declaring horribly disgusting yet fitting utterances, bringing forth a surprising yet welcome response.

“Y-yes, daddy!” Dahyun wails, her words alternating between whispers and yells, overwhelmed as she is by your seemingly unending yearning to ruin her. “I’m yours, I’m your fucking whore! Harder, daddy! Fuck me harder!”

That’s all it takes to finish you. The words of your broken angel fill your brain as you thrust into her, somehow continuing to plunge in and out with the same vigor you’d maintained previously. You can’t help but to cry out as well, to let out withering moans of your own, holding Dahyun in an embrace that borders on becoming romantic. Time becomes unmeaning, and reality gains a distant, shadowed aspect that leaves you to rely solely on your senses. However, in your orgasm-induced languor you’re smart enough to deny Dahyun her parting kiss, to turn your head to the side as your cock slides out from her pussy. And, when you’ve felt that you poured every drop of yourself out, you shove her right off of you.

Dahyun lets out a tiny shriek, landing backwards in an awkward position, her reddened pussy oozing your thick load onto her sheets. You’ve become so accustomed to the workings of your own mind that, even though you can barely form a coherent thought, your body knows exactly what to do next.

As your shattered cherub pants and gasps and tries to collect herself, you crawl toward her on the bed, reaching between her legs and sliding your fingers directly between her gaping, leaking lips.

“Wh-what… what are you doing?” Dahyun stammers, her thighs tensing as you slide two fingers into her messy pussy.

It seems as though she wants to say more, but the insistence at which you bury your fingers within her - all the way to the knuckle - makes her groan and shake from overstimulation. Her interior is wet with a mixture of her own juices and your semen, both of which cling to your fingers as you pull them out of her. Conveniently, Dahyun’s mouth hangs open, her body still starving for air. You stick your cum-covered fingers right between her peachy lips, laying them directly on her tongue so she can taste your seed.

Unlike earlier, Dahyun doesn’t accept it. At least, not right off the bat. She tries to turn her head away, but you grab her by the back of the neck again, forcing her to take your seed. You don’t hold back at all, shoving her into place, briefly gagging her with your fingers in order to discourage her from trying that again.

“Don’t you dare bite me,” you hiss, tugging on Dahyun’s hair, making her flinch, a muffled, dry retch vibrating your hand as you push further into her mouth. “Eat daddy’s cum like a good girl.”

Dahyun gives a frantic nod, her eyes tearing up again as she obediently sucks your fingers clean. Though the lasting sparks of your recent orgasm still tingle at your nerves, a dull ache thrums through your cock as you continue to feed Dahyun. Ensuring to collect all of the semen you can, smearing it on her lips and chin, leaving her face glistening and disgusting and perfect. Of course some of your cum is lost to the dark, stained spot on the sheets beneath her, but that’s no matter, as the bulk of it goes right into your Darling Dubu’s unwilling mouth. As Dahyun makes it clear that she won’t fight back, you switch from clutching her neck to instead stroking her hair, rewarding your pet for her good work, even acting so kindly as to wipe away her tears when they begin to spill onto her cheeks. You’re glad that she hasn’t forced your hand again, as you’d hate to have to finger-fuck her throat as punishment.

Your pet does so well that, once she’s finished, you capture her face in your hands and kiss her gently. It’s a tender, loving conjunction, and she returns it in a similar manner, working her lips and tongue against yours gradually. In her mouth you can taste a mess of deliciously base flavors, a blend of Dahyun’s nectar and saliva along with the minor spice of your own cum.

Then you draw back, taking a moment to exchange an extended, silent gaze with her. Dahyun swallows and wipes her lips with a trembling hand, apparently unable to look away from you. There are several layers of questions and postulations that hang about the sex-saturated atmosphere of her room, sitting at the tip of both of your tongues, waiting to be released, to be given shape by spoken word. A build up that began somewhere in the blurred, mad tryst you’d just engaged in, threatening to come to a head, to reach the zenith of its potential. All it would take was a simple step, a single mention from either you.

But you deny it, standing, turning away from Dahyun and that foolish, heavy sentimentality. To be frank, you’re completely disappointed in yourself for even coming close to entertaining those idiotic fantasies. You knew better. You were stronger than that. 

“You should go clean up,” you say, gathering your scattered clothing, making an attempt to get as close to presentable as possible. “Do you have a bathroom downstairs?”

With an appropriately downcast gaze on her miserable, ruined face, Dahyun gives a weak nod.

“Past the kitchen and to the right.” she sounds as if she’s on the verge of tears again. A flash of sympathy rears its ugly head before you can shove it down, reminding yourself that Dahyun is just another plaything.

With that you depart, hurrying out of her room with your suit jacket slung over your shoulder, your shirt unbuttoned, and your tie undone, planning to reorganize and reorient yourself in the solitary comfort of a bathroom. A quick check of your phone reveals that it’s only been forty-five minutes since you and Dahyun began your wild conjunction. Though the outcome had been satisfying - if not a bit concerning - you’d put a lot on the line spending so much time there. Had her parents come back home without you knowing, there could have been a complete disaster. Though there was a certain appeal to being found balls deep in the couple’s eldest daughter. And certainly you could sway them into believing that it was merely a passionate affair, something that-

Your thoughts are driven to a careening, screeching halt as you arrive at the bottom of the steps. Because there, standing right before you in a pink crop top and skimpy, silver-colored shorts, is Dahyun’s younger sister. Recognizing her as such is simple; not only have you seen her face in a handful of family photos, her resemblance to her sister is striking and unmistakable. They sport the same intriguing eyes and adorable little nose, though Yeonhee’s face was still soft, rounded by the two years and change of youth that she had on her sister. Aside from age-related differences, there’s a stark contrast in the way Yeonhee carries herself. Her stare is unapologetic, her lips loaded with a tiny, self-assured smirk. The clothes she wears nicely show off her body, namely her slender arms, thick thighs, and ridged abdomen, an outfit that you could never imagine Dahyun wearing of her own accord. 

“Hey,” Yeonhee says, her eyes scanning you from top to bottom, taking in your disheveled appearance. “You’re my dad’s friend, right? Or… business partner, or something?”

Taken aback as you are by her sudden arrival to the house, you do your best to stifle the borderline-panicked questions in your head and put on your smoothest, most fetching smile.

“You’re correct on both accounts,” you say, your smile growing as a light blush flashes on Yeonhee’s cheeks. “And you must be Dahyun’s sister, right? Yeonhee?”

Yeonhee gives a nod, then glances behind you, likely looking for her older sister.

“Yep. Is Dahyun here? I didn’t see my parents’ car in the driveway.”

Again you’re taken aback, this time by Yeonhee’s astute nature. She was… what, eighteen, nineteen at the most? And yet clearly she was more mentally present than Minho. Probably a trait she’d inherited from her mother.

Having dealt with the wonderful world of business and politics for the better part of your adulthood, you have all the skills to react to this new challenge without hesitation.

“Yes, she’s in her room, changing. She accidentally spilled coffee on her and myself on the drive here, so I had my housekeeper loan her a dress. I’m about to head to the bathroom to clean up, as well.”

Yeonhee’s eyebrow twitches upward at that, and you can practically feel the incredulity coming off of her in waves.

“She made a lot of noise for someone changing,” Yeonhee says, and that statement is enough to make you break into a cold sweat. Just how long had Yeonhee been in the house for? What exactly had she heard? “You sure she’s alright up there?”

Despite your hammering heart, you have a response at the tip of your tongue, one that’s fortunately cut off by the sound of the front door unlocking. Yeonhee turns, and you let out a heavy sigh through your nose as Minho and his wife enter the home.

Though you’ve met Minho’s wife many times in the past, you’ve never failed to be absolutely floored by her beauty. Kim Taeyeon carries the sort of eternal youthfulness you see only in Hollywood, the kind that any woman her age would envy. Though unique in appearance from Dahyun and Yeonhee - they seem to have procured most of their features from their father - Taeyeon is immaculate in her own right. Sprite-like, yet alluring in a way that suggests a lethal danger. Her eyes are observant as Yeonhee’s, yet with the wherewithal to disguise that astuteness with feigned curiosity. The smallness of Taeyeon’s mouth does nothing to distract from the sternness of her lips, and it’s obvious that every aspect of her appearance is curated. From the elegance of the simple dress she wears to the sweeping, ruffled nature of her violet-dyed hair, you can almost feel how meticulous and calculating she is.

Taeyeon has never failed to make your soul sing with yearning, and - due to the circumstances - that yearning has never been more prevalent than tonight.

Unaware of the fact that you’d just been fucking his eldest daughter minutes ago, Minho shakes your hand and offers you a one-armed hug. Taeyeon does the same, her svelte body fitting perfectly into your arms, her feathery mouth plants a soft kiss upon your cheek. It isn’t a particularly long or meaningful hug, but the shape of her figure against you leaves a lasting impression that awakens that primal hunger within you once more.

“Sorry for the late arrival,” Taeyeon cuts in before Minho can say anything. “We had to run a few errands on the way home from the grocery. I hope you understand.”

“Of course,” you say, bowing your head in gleeful deference. “And I apologize for my disheveled appearance. Spilled some coffee on the drive here.”

Yeonhee, who’d fallen suspiciously quiet upon her parents’ arrival, chose right then to speak up.

“I thought Dahyun spilled coffee on you?”

“Yeonhee, behave yourself,” Minho chides, offering you an apologetic, nervous smile. Judging by his tone of voice and Taeyeon’s prominent scowl, it’s evident that there’s a certain tension between the parents and their youngest daughter. “Where is Dahyun, anyway?”

“Upstairs, changing. To be fair, Yeonhee did catch me in a lie there,” you say, giving Yeonhee a wink, making her blush once more. It was impressive that she managed to be so standoffish and scrutinizing despite her obvious attraction toward you. “I was trying to cover for Dahyun. Didn’t want to get her in trouble with her parents.”

“Get in trouble for what?” Dahyun’s voice comes from behind you, causing you to turn.

There stands your Adorable Dubu, clad in the now-readjusted dress you so graciously gifted her, radiantly refreshed, her hair now tied into a tight bun at the back of her head. Her lipstick is markedly absent as well, and her mascara shed completely, as if she’d decided that reapplying them wasn’t worth the hassle. There’s a flesh-colored bandage on her shoulder, as well as faint marks of discoloration at her wrists and inner thighs where she’d used makeup to cover her bruises. Thankfully, those were scarcely visible at all, only presenting themselves to you because you knew all the right places to look.

“I was talking about when you spilled the coffee on us on the drive over here,” you say offhandedly, treating the lie as if it was inconsequential. “I tried to put the blame on myself, but Yeonhee wasn’t having that.”

Yeonhee rolls her eyes at that, and without another word she brushes by you, stomping up the stairs with all the cordial grace of your average teenager. Taeyeon and Minho watch her with disapproving glares as she goes, confirming your suspicions regarding trouble within the Kim family.

But when they look back at their Darling Dubu their smiles are broad and their arms are wide open, making the situation abundantly straightforward: Dahyun was their favorite.

“Hi, dad, mom,” Dahyun says, leaning in to give her parents kisses. As she does so, you wonder if she’d brushed her teeth, or if the scant remnants of your secretions remained. “Long time no see.”

Minho’s expression is one of utmost warmth as he stares at Dahyun, and you find it hilarious that you’d just been ravaging his daughter less than ten minutes ago.

“We can catch up in a little bit,” Minho says, propping the front door open with his foot. “Taeyeon and I have to grab the groceries from the car. Dahyun, would you mind helping?”

“Let me help you,” you say, stepping forward, waving Taeyeon and Dahyun off. “We can’t let either of these beautiful women get their dresses dirty now, can we?”

---

A Quiet Friday Night

Working in the entertainment business was hard; that much you’d known for years. You knew it when you somehow managed to snag your first job out of college at JYP, after two full years of interviews and let-downs. You knew it when the company started you out as an assistant to the senior dance practice coaches, where they pushed you to your absolute limit. You knew it when you ended up working fifty to sixty hours a week, surviving on a diet of coffee, eggs, and ramen. 

But, at the end of the day, you couldn’t really see yourself doing anything else. You’d met a ton of people in the industry, made countless connections, and gathered some crazy stories along the way. The best part, though, was the fact that - after a year and a half of slaving away your early twenties for pennies on the hour - you got to work with real life idols. Of course you tried not to be one of those people who fanboyed over every single one you saw, but it was difficult. Especially later on in that third year when you started working with your favorite group, TWICE.

It was during one of those oddly easy weeks where you didn’t have much work to do when your job changed forever. During that week, TWICE’s schedule was relatively light; meaning your job was mostly relegated to easy paperwork and coordinating. That was nice, since you weren’t running around Seoul like a madman, carting nine restless girls to each of their busy appointments.

When eight o’clock struck on that Friday night, you found that your workday was almost over. You and a handful of other assistants were still at the office, finalizing signatures and discussing what your weekends would entail. A couple of the older staff even invited you to go out for drinks with them afterward, and you heartily agreed. You didn’t get a chance to hang out with people much outside of work. Unluckily for you, however, as you packed your stuff up to leave, an unexpected call came to your work phone.

It was from Minatozaki Sana.

Furrowing your brow, you answer, wondering what the idol could want.

“Hi! How’s my favorite manager doing?” Sana says excitedly before you can even lift the phone to your ear.

You have to hold back an involuntary sigh; judging by the devilishly saccharine tone of her voice, you know that she’s about to ask you for a favor. At eight’clock. On a Friday night.

“What do you need, Sana?” you ask tiredly, though you smile to yourself as the words leave your lips. Though you’d never admit it to the other members - especially not Dahyun or Jihyo - Sana was easily your favorite of the nine. After all, she’d been your bias since before you’d even gotten this job.

“Well, Jihyo and I decided to have a few drinks earlier, since it’s a Friday night. And I really want tteokbokki right now.” The honey continues to drip sweetly from Sana’s words, and you can practically hear the devilish grin she’s wearing. She knows exactly what to say to make you do what she wants. “But Jihyo left me to go hang out with Daniel and now I’m alone. And I can’t drive in this state, and ordering is so expensive…” 

This time you actually sigh, though it’s an exaggerated noise that she’s meant to hear.

“Fine, I’ll pick you up some tteokbokki,” you say. Pretty much as soon as you finish speaking, Sana replies with an ear-splitting squeal that nearly makes you drop the phone. “I can be there in about thirty minutes.”

Sana agrees happily - making sure to thank you a million times, as usual - and hangs up. As you gather your stuff, you briefly lament on losing the chance to get drinks with your coworkers. To anyone outside of the industry, it might have sounded crazy to want to do anything when the alternative involved seeing Sana of TWICE.

However, they hadn’t spent countless hours around the girls, and as pretty and pleasant as most of the TWICE members were, it was tiring. Because they didn’t get much interaction with men, they spent much of your time together poking and prodding at you with pseudo-flirty gestures. There was no real emotional backing behind it, and you knew that from the start; some of the more seasoned managers had even mentioned that to you. It was all in good fun, and it was best not to take it seriously.

Of course, as was the case with any man in such a position, there was a glimmer of hope at the back of your head. Some kind of wild dream where you showed up at Sana’s house and swept her off her feet. Maybe you’d bring her her favorite flowers, or you’d simply confess how beautiful and kind and funny you found her. It didn’t matter. Either way you’d make her fall in love with you, and you guys would end up getting together in a secret relationship. A fantasy that you were greatly ashamed of, but unable to completely shrug off.

Downstairs, the lobby lights are still on, as the company building is open twenty-four seven. There were some practice rooms in the basement where many of the trainees came to be tutored by their seniors. It just so happened that a group of young potential idols were filing out of the main elevators, led by someone who makes your heart do a quick somersault of surprise: Kim Dahyun.

She stands near the exit to the building, holding the door open for the remainder of the trainees. Her chubby cheeks are lit into a broad smile as she says goodbye to them. Tonight she wears casual clothing - a loose fitting T-shirt with cloth shorts - and has her jet black hair done up in a ponytail. She soon notices you coming down the stairs, and her smile falters somewhat, though she gives you a nod in greeting.

You lift your hand in response, continuing to descend the steps. Contrary to her bright and bubbly personality to the public, Dahyun was really quite reserved. She put on a show of extroversion whenever she could, but when it came to private time, she was a lot more closed off. Standoffish, even. At her core she was actually very kind, but sometimes she had trouble showing it.

As you walk closer, you see that Dahyun’s hair is untidy, sticking up in little strands at her sweat-dappled hairline. That meant she’d want a shower quickly, which meant she’d want the fastest way back to the dorm, which probably meant that-

“Manager,” Dahyun says as the final trainee exits the building. Her voice echoes through the now-empty lobby. “Are you going to our dorm now?”

“Yeah, but I’m picking up some tteokbokki for Sana first,” you say as you reach the bottom of the stairs. Dahyun approaches you with a confident, almost haughty stride, the kind that made you want to bow to her in deference. “Do you want a ride back?”

Dahyun gives a curt nod. “Practicing made me hungry. But we have to go somewhere with meat, too. I need protein.”

“Sure.” you say, glad that the closest spot nearby did indeed serve meat as well. You hadn’t eaten anything since lunch either, so the thought of getting yourself a nice little meal on the company card was enticing.

As usual, it’s a bit awkward when you and Dahyun walk to the car together. She’s not very talkative unless she’s in front of a camera, and her general demeanor is cold enough to make you feel somewhat on edge. Still, it was a nice evening, with a crisp breeze that tasted of mountain air and a full moon beaming down from the sky.

Instead of the company van, you decide to use your personal sedan, mostly so you wouldn’t have to return it before going home later. Dahyun grumbles a little about the state of your car - not gross by any means, just cluttered - but doesn’t complain too much. You are doing her a favor, after all.

As you navigate the busy streets of Seoul, Dahyun scrolls through her phone, searching for the perfect song to listen to. She makes occasional conversation, initially about mundane things, but eventually slips into more personal territory. You usually try your best to stay out of the idols’ private life, but sometimes it’s unavoidable, particularly with certain girls. Dahyun was one of them. She liked to talk about herself, and the best responses were normally just to nod and agree or seem sympathetic.

However, just as you’re done picking up the food, she decides to throw you a curveball.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?” Dahyun asks as you return to the car, two large bags of food cradled into your arms.

It takes a moment for your brain to process her question, and by then you’d already stashed the bags behind the passenger seat.

“No, not right now,” you slide into the driver’s seat, stealing a glance at Dahyun. She isn’t even looking directly at you; she’s texting someone, probably Sana, letting them know that she was going to be at the dorm soon. “This type of work doesn’t really allow much time for a love life.”

Dahyun shifted in her seat, locked her phone, and turned toward the window as you pull the car out of the parking lot. She gives a gentle sigh through her nose that sounds almost wistful.

“I understand that, manager-nim.”

She doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive, and you’re grateful. That first question already has you sweating profusely.

You pull up to the JYPE idol dorms, scan your ID badge at the gate, and roll inside. There’s designated parking spots for managers in the back, but you pull into the front in order to give Dahyun easier access to the door.

She doesn’t move, and instead folds her arms over her chest.

“Do you need help carrying the bags upstairs?” you say hopefully. You were more than happy to help her out if it meant seeing Sana for a little bit.

Dahyun’s face grows red and she looks away, but her posture remains guarded.

“No, but… are you doing anything tonight, manager-nim?” Dahyun asks swiftly, looking as if she’s struggling to get the words out. “It’ll just be Sana and I in the dorm, I think, and we planned to watch a movie.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as realization dawns on you. It wasn’t the first time one of the girls had asked you to hang out with them, but something about this time feels distinctly different. Like there was a charged energy to Dahyun’s suggestion, an expectancy that was confirmed by her uncharacteristic bashfulness.

But you know better than to let it get to your head. You stifle your runaway imagination before it can go too far.

“Sure, I’m down for that,” you say, running a hand through your hair, hoping it isn’t obvious that you just started sweating. “I was really just going to go home and sleep, anyway.”

Dahyun offers a small smile, then exits the car so you can park. By the time you get back to the front of the building, she’s gone. Briefly, you’re convinced this is just some elaborate prank on her and Sana’s part - only half believing that since neither of them had ever done anything so mean-spirited - but you soon understand otherwise as you receive a text:

“The door is unlocked, oppa!”

Holding back an excited grin, you proceed inside, flashing your badge to the doorman and heading upstairs via the elevator. The dorm building houses both trainees and idols, and you pass a few of each as you walk its cramped halls. Most say hello, recognizing you from events, schedules, and practices. You even run into Hwang Yeji, who gives you an adorable, eye-crinkling smile as you wave to her.

As soon as you step into TWICE’s dorm, you’re immediately set upon by Sana. She runs at you in a tornado of pink hair, squealing excitement, and insistent hands. The bags are snatched from you before you know it, and all of a sudden you’re wrapped in a tight hug.

Now, you know Sana’s habits when she’s drunk, and this certainly one of them. She hugs practically everyone around her. But this hug isn’t the typical “arm-over-shoulders” deal that she normally did. Her grip is firm around your waist, pressing your bodies together so that you can actually feel two hard, firm points against your chest. Before you can even consider the fact that they might be her nipples, she pulls away and grabs you by the hand.

“Come on.” Sana says, tugging on your arm and leading you to the living room. There’s no one else there, but from down the hall, you can hear the shower running. “We still have to wait for Dahyun to start the movie, but we can eat first. I’m starving.”

You take a seat on the couch while Sana prepares the meal. Despite your nervousness, it’s nice to relax after a long day at work, and you lay your head back for a moment, clearing your thoughts.

You don’t notice that you’ve dozed off until you’re being awoken by an insistent shaking on your shoulder. You open your eyes to Sana’s gorgeous face in front of you, a playful, almost mocking smile set on her lips.

“You’re sleepy today, oppa,” she says, flourishing a bowl of tteokbokki and beef in front of you. Its aroma is intoxicating, but not quite as much as the image of Sana’s face. “Maybe this will wake you up.”

She leans in, and for a heart-stopping moment you genuinely believe she’s about to kiss you. At the last second, however, she thrusts the plate of food into your hands, cackling madly and prancing away with skipping, drunken footsteps. You try your hardest not to stare at her butt as she goes - the shorts she’s wearing are extremely tight, way tighter than anything you’ve seen her wear before - and quickly shift your attention to the food.

Thankfully, your sexual hunger is overridden by your physical hunger, and you’re able to calm your perverted thoughts as you eat. Without Sana nearby, it’s much easier to think clearly. She’s just being a tease, as usual. There’s nothing else to it. Believing otherwise would put your job at risk, something you couldn’t afford at all right now.

When Sana returns from the kitchen with her own bowl of food, she plops down beside you on the couch.

“So, you didn’t have any better plans aside from hanging out with us tonight?” Sana asks as she eats. She was one of the few people that somehow manages to look attractive with a mouth full of food. “Not even a date?”

At that you inhale sharply, accidentally swallowing a particularly large piece of beef. It takes a few gulps of water to set you straight, and by that time Sana is already finished laughing at you.

“No, nothing like that,” you say, thinking of Dahyun’s earlier inquiry, and how similar it was to Sana’s current one. “I don’t have a lot of time for dating. The last time I went on one was months ago.”

Sana smiles in a knowing, understanding way, crossing her legs as she does so, revealing the muscled stretch of her thigh. Its radiant, alabaster length is almost impossible to ignore.

Pointedly, you return your attention to your food.

“Me, too. I don’t know how Momo and Jihyo managed to get so lucky,” Sana mumbles. “Me and Dahyun were talking about it before. It’s so hard to meet anyone that we don’t directly work with, and even when we do, it’s almost impossible to keep it a secret.”

You nod, taking a bite of food in order to avoid responding. The conversation is starting to get into dangerous territory, and you aren’t sure how to navigate it.

“Would you like some soju, oppa?” Sana asks suddenly, holding up the bottle that she’d just been drinking from. “I’m sorry, I forgot to offer.”

You accept - it’s been a tiring day, and you feel like the alcohol might help you relax - and take a long drink. After a few more bites of food, you find that the soju was exactly what you needed; your nerves have abated somewhat, and your fears are mostly quelled.

Sana finishes eating at the same time as you, though her dish isn’t empty; she’s one to pick at her meals rather than devour them all at once. She gathers the plates and brings them to the kitchen, and when she comes back she stands in front of you, wearing a deep frown on her face.

Since for some reason she decides not to say anything, you ask her what’s wrong.

Sana sighs and folds her arms over her chest, pressing against the barely-concealed forms of her breasts. It’s painfully obvious that she isn’t wearing a bra beneath her baggy gray T-shirt.

“I don’t have the money to pay you back, oppa,” Sana grumbles, looking at the floor. “I know food for all three of us costs a lot. I should have thought about that beforehand, but I didn’t…”

“Oh, that’s fine,” you say, waving her off. In truth, this had happened many times before, though Momo and Tzuyu were usually the main culprits. Luckily, you’d learned your lesson: when on the clock, always buy food on JYP’s dime. “I used the company card, anyway.”

Sana pauses, looking almost taken aback by your response. However, when she does speak again, its with renewed vigor.

“But you went out of your way on a Friday night to come bring me food,” she says, stomping her bare foot on the carpet. “And you’ve done so much for us since you started working with us. You’re the kindest, sweetest manager we’ve had so far! I want to pay you back for that, too.”

Your face grows warm, and it’s your turn to look down at the floor. 

“Having the opportunity to work with you girls is enough for me,” you say, chuckling. “You’re definitely a lot cooler than some of the dance coaches. So trust me, it’s a reciprocal relationship. You don’t owe me anything, Sana.”

Before you can even finish your sentence, Sana’s jumping at you again. This time she practically body-slams you, straddling you with her legs, hands grasping at the back of your head in what you assume was supposed to be a hug. But it’s really far more intimate than that, especially with your crotch pretty much up against hers, and your face buried in her chest.

“You’re so sweet, oppa!” Sana says, rocking you back and forth, clutching you so tight that it’s hard to breathe. “Ah, you really are the best manager I could ask for! Maybe I should-”

Sana stops mid sentence, giving you a moment to actually inhale. When you lift your head, you find yourself staring directly at a towel-swathed Dahyun.

For some reason, Sana doesn’t move. In fact, she shifts her weight as if she’s making herself comfortable on your lap. You’re so shocked that you can’t even protest. All of your willpower is focused on keeping yourself from growing erect, which was very hard, considering Sana was basically grinding on you.

“You two are already hooking up?” Dahyun said, sweeping a strand of wet hair from her face. “Couldn’t even wait for the movie to be over, hm?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” you manage to stammer out, looking up at Sana. Her already blushing cheeks deepen in color. “You shouldn’t be sitting on me like this, Sana. It’s… inappropriate.”

Sana pouts, leaning back so that you can fully take in her adorable face.

“You don’t like this?” she asks in a salacious whisper, tongue running over her lips as she finishes her sentence. “Your lap is so comfy, oppa.”

At a loss for words, you turn to Dahyun. Though the black-haired girl is still dressed only in a towel - one that barely covers her hips - she seems totally fine with your presence.

“I’m not the only one who thinks this is ridiculous, right?” you ask her, voice choked and stammering as a million thoughts run across your jumbled mindscape. “She’s drunk, it’s not-”

You’re cut off as Sana gives you a hard smack on the shoulder, hard enough to make you cry out.

“You drank too! Don’t act like you didn’t!”

“It was only like half a bottle, and-”

Sana hits you again, this time on the other shoulder. “And that’s how much I had!” 

“Well, as the only sober one in this room,” Dahyun chimed in, lowering herself into the loveseat nearby, “I think it’s totally fine.”

“What?” you demand. “I’m your manager. Do you know how much trouble I could get in?”

How could this be fine? Sana’s teasing was getting way out of hand. She still hadn’t moved, her weight pressing hard against your body, her hips shifting this way and that as if challenging you, daring you to move her.

“Coworkers hook up all the time,” Sana said, shrugging. “Besides, we just talked about this. I’m single, you’re single… we both haven’t dated in a long time…”

Again, an answer fails to come to your lips. You glance at Dahyun, who’s wearing a knowing smirk, and your heart drops. She must have known about this all along. That must have been what she and Sana were texting about earlier. Why they’d been grilling you about your love life.

“And like I said, I owe you, oppa,” Sana runs her hands through your hair, sending tingles up your spine. She continues to flex her hips against you, and you find yourself giving in to the warmth that’s currently blooming in your stomach. “For being so kind and compassionate. Not to mention handsome.”

Sana leans in, exhaling as she does so, and her breath carries the scent of alcohol and mint. Everything else around you vanishes, and your world is comprised only of her. Her luscious lips, her half-shut eyes, her flawless cheeks, her silky hair…

Warmth meets your mouth, a wet warmth that you respond to without hesitation. Hands cup your face, and Sana lets out another breath, directly into your mouth this time, allowing you to taste her fully. Her tongue comes next, meeting yours, dominating it, wrestling it into submission. By instinct, your hands move upward, brushing against Sana’s voluminous thighs. They’re smoother than you could have ever imagined them to be, and you find yourself stroking them, rising higher up, running along the curves of her behind-

And then you remember yourself. You pull away, turning your head and breaking the kiss, raising your hands above your head so that all of your contact with Sana is dependent on her, not you.

“Wow,” Sana says, biting her lip and sinking lower, staring at you with eyes full of magnetic lust. She grabs both of your hands by the wrists, pinning them down to the couch. She’s not stronger than you, but the storm of internal conflict within you prevents you from throwing her off. “You’re a great kisser, oppa.”

Dahyun lets out a snort, making you jump; you’d momentarily forgotten that she was there.

“Maybe your bar is just too low for that sort of stuff, Sana.”

“It is not,” Sana says indignantly, still not taking her eyes off of you. You can’t help but return that stare, mesmerized and dazed and still reeling from her kiss. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?”

That statement is enough to break you from your chance, and you swivel your head to look at Dahyun. For a brief period - less than half a second, really - she seems to contemplate it, and you feel yourself growing even harder. But then she scoffs, adjusts her towel on herself, and stands.

“No, thanks. I don’t wanna be disappointed. I think I’ll just have my dinner.”

With that, Dahyun retreated to the kitchen, leaving you and Sana alone.

“Good,” Sana whispers, tightening her grip on your wrists, pressing her chest against yours. “I think I want you all to myself, anyway.”

“Sana, wait,” you say before she can kiss you again. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have invited you in, oppa,” Sana says, rubbing her hips against your crotch again. You can feel the radiating hotness from between her legs, making your cock pulse with desire. “Trust me.”

Sana tosses her hair back, increasing her grinding, making your breath catch and your hips move in tandem with hers.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t fantasized about something like this before,” she says casually, as if she wasn’t currently riding your cock through your pants. “A lot of fans would kill to have an opportunity like this. And you’re getting it for free.”

You swallow against your dry mouth, trying to come up with something to say. It’s impossible to form anything coherent, not with the Minatozaki Sana grinding in your lap. She keeps her attention on you as she does it, digging her nails into the flesh of your forearms, preventing you from doing anything.

The look on Sana’s face dares you to try and resist. She knows she’s in complete control of you, and there isn’t anything you can do aside from allow her to have her way. But common sense still stops you, and you clench your eyes shut, turning away so that she can’t kiss you again.

Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on one’s perspective - that isn’t a problem for Sana.

You feel soft warmth against the side of your neck, tracing a path upwards, leaving a trail of wetness from your throat to your jaw. You shiver as you realize it’s Sana’s tongue.

“I’m so wet for you, oppa,” she whispers, moving so that she’s directly beside your ear, so that her breath splashes against your face. “And I know you’re hard for me. I can feel your cock against my pussy.”

You suck in a sharp breath at Sana’s words; you’ve never heard her speak like this before, but the husky tone and upward pitch to her voice make you squirm.

Sana’s hands tighten further on your arms. You swallow as she begins nibbling on the skin of your neck. She continues to flare her hips against you, and your already stiff cock feels like it’s about to burst. You clench as hard as you can, preventing yourself from finishing. The only thing worse than getting caught hooking up with an idol was to cum in your pants before anything even happened.

The next moment she stops, and you feel the weight of Sana’s body lifting up and away from you.

You open your eyes to see Sana wearing a knowing smile. You blush and look away, hoping that she hasn’t realized how close you were. Her hand is on your chin immediately, pointing your face upwards at her. Demanding that you pay attention.

“This can be our little secret, oppa,” Sana said, stroking your cheek, petting your hair, treating you like her personal servant. “Just me and you… and Dahyun, of course.”

From the kitchen comes the scraping of a plate, once again reminding you that there are currently three people in the dorm. 

Without another word, Sana pulls up her shirt and throws it aside. Your jaw is already wide open before the clothing hits the ground. Sana stands before you proudly, wearing an eye-crinkling, toothy smile. She sets her hands on her hips and flares her chest out, displaying her defined collarbones, her taut abdomen, and her beautiful breasts.

You haven’t seen many pairs of tits in person up until this point, but it’s abundantly clear that hers are the nicest. It’s hard to pin why. Was it their gravity-defying perkiness? Their alluringly silky appearance? Their wide areolas and chocolate-brown nipples? Maybe it had nothing to do with the breasts themselves, and instead with the boastful way Sana presented them?

Either way, all doubts about this affair leave your head as soon as you lay eyes on them. So much so that you barely even notice when Dahyun returns from the kitchen with a plate of food in her hand. She’s still just in a towel, and plops down on the same loveseat with the air of a woman sitting down to watch television after work.

“Oppa,” Sana whines, bading you to look back at her magnificent body. She’s wearing a deep pout, fingers playing at the waistband of her shorts as she sways back and forth in front of you. “I’m over here.”

Dahyun snorts out a laugh, but you don’t make the mistake of addressing her again. It’s clear by her casual reaction to this nonsense that she was aware of Sana’s plan from the beginning.

Sana takes a step toward you and pulls her pants down, kicking them right at your face. You claw away the cloth and find yourself presented with the tight pink cleft of her pussy. Nestled between a pair of thick thighs, masked by a thin coating of curly hair, inches away from your face.

Sana lifts her leg, placing it on the couch next to you, moving even closer. Now all you can see is the interior of her luscious thighs. Her pussy is glistening with moisture, moisture that you want to lick up, to taste, to cover your entire face in.

“You like the view, oppa?” Sana’s hand presses to the back of your head, stroking your hair, playing with your ears. “You can touch it, if you want.”

Vaguely, you hear the sounds of Dahyun eating her meal, and you begin to wonder how the hell she can be so casual while this is going on. You can’t deny that having an audience is pretty hot - if not nerve-wracking - so you ignore it and attend to the matter at hand.

Sana’s pussy is like wet velvet beneath your hesitant fingers. You stroke each fold carefully, smiling as the idol lets out a sigh. With your other hand you reach around her hip and grasp the firm shape of her rear, mostly because it’s by far your favorite feature of hers. Sana’s ass feels even better than you imagined, filling your palm with its sweaty, tight flesh.

“Spread it,” she whispers. “Open my pussy up.”

You do as she says, using both hands to prop her lips open, revealing the erect nub of her clit as well as the enticing, inviting opening below.

“I hope you’ve got room for dessert, oppa.”

Then she’s pressing against your head, and it’s easy to understand what she wants. You open your mouth as your lips meet Sana’s pussy.

Sana pushes hard against your face, welcoming your tongue with a satisfied groan. She’s energetic and excited from the start, rubbing her pussy up and down, dragging her lips against your nose, chin, and forehead. Covering you in her nectar, just as you wanted. Soon you find yourself presented with her pussy in front of your mouth again, and you take your opportunity, gripping hard to her thighs and dipping your tongue inside. Licking upward, tasting her sharp, sweet flavor, feeling the soft click of her lips as they yield to you.

“You like that?” Sana whines, riding your face, making it difficult to keep yourself positioned directly in front of her pussy. “Does it taste good?”

“It tastes amazing,” you whisper back, stopping only for a moment so that you can reorient yourself. “You taste amazing, Sana.”

Sana’s hand leaves the back of your head, instead opting to spread the upper half of her own pussy, presenting her clit to you. You don’t have much experience eating girls out, but you know a few things from porn. You aim your tongue right up against the hard tip of her clit, flicking it back and forth, sealing your mouth around it. It has the desired effect, and then some; Sana lets out her loudest moan yet, knees buckling slightly as you assault her rapidly stiffening clit. Her hands return to the back of your head and neck, gripping you hard, and you just manage to keep your tongue on her. As you increase the speed of your work, you find that just moving your tongue isn’t enough. Instead you shake your entire head from side to side, concentrating hard so that you can follow Sana’s gyrating, thrusting, flaring hips.

At this point, Sana’s shaking so much that you’re surprised she’s still standing. The muscles in her ass twitch beneath her hands as you continue to pleasure her, and as the minutes pass, her moans become cries. Sana leans back, and for a moment you’re afraid she’s going to fall, but she must have found something to hold onto, because she keeps herself upright. There’s no time for you to look or think about that, however, as you’re too busy spreading her ass wide as you devour her clit and pussy. Sana moans your name, cursing filthily in a cascade of nonsense words as she reaches a spasming orgasm. Her thighs clench around your head, enclosing you, but your tired tongue continues its dance against her, prolonging her ecstasy, making her fill the entire dorm with her rapturous chorus.

Eventually Sana can’t take it any longer, and she backs off, allowing you a second to actually breathe. When you look up, you’re shocked to see that the blushing, sweating, panting Sana is not holding herself up at all. Instead, she’s supported from behind by her newly unclothed groupmate, Kim Dahyun.

Overall, she’s more petite than Sana, but Dahyun’s proportions were simply perfect. Her breasts are supple, sporting mouthwateringly tiny nipples. Her hips and thighs form an hourglass shape, like a sculpture of flesh crafted by a god. Black hair splays out over her shoulders, still wet from her recent shower. The way she’s holding Sana up presses their bodies together, and it’s impossible not to notice the way Dahyun is openly playing with her senior’s nipples.

Now you have two gorgeous, naked idols before you - one of them dripping with sweat and panting, the other looking at you with smoke in her eyes and a wicked grin on her lips - and your cock couldn’t be harder. You thought your fears of cumming early had been assuaged, but if Dahyun wanted to hook up with you, too, this might be a problem…

Sana stumbles forward, out of Dahyun’s hold, flopping onto the couch face-first. She rests her head against the side of your thigh.

“Oh, oppa,” she exhales dreamily, “That was great.”

“That was pretty impressive, I won’t lie,” the monolidded girl says, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you to your feet, completely disregarding Sana. Dahyun then presses her naked body to you. Her skin is fevered and moist. “Think you can impress me, too?”

Before you can answer, Dahyun is all over you. Her kisses are aggressive and quick, filled with teeth that nibble on your lower lip. She pauses between each and begins tearing your clothes off. First your shirt, which she yanks away with angry jerks of her hand, almost ripping it in her impatience. Next, Dahyun’s fingers start scrambling for your zipper. You try to help her this time but she swats your hand away, clicking her tongue impatiently, treating you like a nuisance.

“Damn Dahyun,” Sana says, still somewhat breathless as she watches her groupmate furiously undressing you. “You’re more crazy about him than I am.”

Dahyun yanks your underwear down, finally freeing your cock. She backs up for a second and stares you up and down. Self-consciousness crashes over you like a tsunami; you can tell by her frown and apathetic look that she’s not dazzled by your size.

Your thoughts are cut short as you feel a hard, stinging smack on your behind, paired with the sharp sound of flesh striking flesh. You turn and see Sana looking up from the couch, teasingly sticking her tongue out at you. As if your cock wasn’t already hard enough.

But then Dahyun grabs you by the face, clutching your cheeks hard, forcing you to look at her.

“It’s my turn,” she says dangerously, pointing at the couch. “Lay down. Right now.”

There’s no other option than to do what she says. You glance at Sana, who sits up, scoots over, and pats her thighs invitingly. Not wanting to be scolded again for ignoring Dahyun, you lay down soon after, the back of your head resting comfortably in Sana’s lap. The position you find yourself in then is surreal; Sana stroking your hair while Dahyun continues to size up your naked body. You’re acutely aware of your cock laying against your stomach, along with the thud of your pulse inside your ears.

After a few more seconds of deliberation, Dahyun sighs and reaches toward you.

“Fine, it’ll do.”

Dahyun’s hand wraps around your shaft and you let out an involuntary hiss. She begins stroking up and down. Slowly, with a squeeze just as she reaches your head. At the apex of each your hips lift, and she smirks as you melt beneath her touch.

“It’s a nice cock,” Sana muses, bending over to plant a kiss on your forehead. “Maybe I’ll get to take it next?”

Dahyun gives a derisive snort and squeezes your cock particularly hard, making you flinch. “If he even lasts longer than five seconds.”

“I’m sure he will,” Sana says lovingly, rubbing your chin. “Isn’t that right, oppa?”

Your voice seems to have escaped you again, so you just nod and try to keep yourself from imploding.

Dahyun releases you and swings her leg over your hips, revealing her shaved, slim pussy. Your heart leaps into your throat as she lowers herself onto you, grabbing your cock by its base, pointing it directly upward. Her calves and quads flex hard as she squats down, as her ass gets closer to your legs, as her inner thighs clench around you.

The tip of your cock meets her hole first, and just the sight of that is nearly enough to make you cum right there. But you shut your eyes tight again, almost as the walls of Dahyun’s slick pussy as they surround your cock. She allows you to fill her completely, until her ass is flush against you, until you’re up to your balls in her snug, warm pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” you mutter, still keeping your eyes closed, fearful that you’ll cum immediately if you see the magnificant sight before you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Look at me.” Dahyun commands, and as much as you want to resist, you can’t. You meet her gaze. There’s a fiery blush in her cheeks, and her lower lip is quivering. “Don’t you dare cum inside me. Got it?”

You barely manage to stammer out the next word, too busy trying not to erupt directly into Dahyun.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?” Dahyun asks, rubbing her pelvis back and forth, similar to what Sana was doing earlier, albeit now with your cock deep inside her pussy.

You stammer for a few protracted moments, completely overwhelmed by Dahyun’s ass sliding against you, moving your cock with it, sending shockwaves of pleasure all throughout your body.

A hand grabs your throat, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck, making your head swim. Thankfully Dahyun stops the movement of her hips, but her grip is unwavering.

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, ma’am!” you choke out, and with that Dahyun bends over and gives you a sloppy kiss on the lips. Though she’s released your neck, her mouth stifles yours, capturing what little breath you have and forcing you to kiss her back.

“Good boy.” Dahyun says sweetly, offering a heartwarming smile as she leans back. “Now keep being a good boy for me, okay?”

You gasp, inhaling deeply, filling your lungs after what feels like an eternity. There isn’t much time to recover, however, as Dahyun begins to ride you again. Instead of going back and forth, she bounces up and down, and you fear that there’s not nearly enough willpower in the world to prevent you from cumming right then and there. It’s all just so much to take in. The smack of her ass against your legs. The way her pussy so firmly holds your cock. The bounce of her tits. The harsh, stuttered exhales she releases, becoming louder by the second.

Sana grabs both of your hands and interlocks your fingers. You feel your own hands trembling within hers.

“Remember oppa,” Sana says playfully, rubbing her thumbs on your sweat-soaked knuckles. “No cumming yet.”

You grunt; her words almost send you over the edge, but you bear down hard and tense every muscle you possibly can, barely stopping yourself from finishing. As if the situation wasn’t precarious enough, Dahyun’s riding starts picking up speed. She leans forward and splays her hands out beside your head. All you can see now is her angelic face, with her lofty smile and enamored eyes. Sana releases your hands and you wrap them around Dahyun’s waist, groping her ass, smacking it as she rides you. At first you’re afraid that the gesture will only invoke more of her wrath, but she answers by grabbing your throat again and letting out a ragged, primal growl. Together you rock back and forth, her hair whispering and tickling your face, her hard nipples in full view. You smack her ass again, and her grip tightens momentarily, black spots appearing in your vision.

At this point you’re not even afraid to pass out; you’re lost in the heat and the sweat and the pleasure. Your cock throbs and your balls feel swollen, on the verge of finishing. You want to say something but you can’t find the words. You want to warn Dahyun, to tell her you’re about to explode. But she just keeps riding you and riding you, harder and harder, faster and faster.

 What happens next is a blur, and even afterward you can barely recall how it all went down. Dahyun springs like a cat, drawing back and releasing your cock just as you’re about to climax. You feel Dahyun’s nectar against your stomach for a brief moment. Then Sana’s moving, pulling herself out from under you so that your head is now flat against the couch. You remember craning your neck upward, watching as Dahyun and Sana switched spots. The difference was that Sana got on all fours between your legs. Sana grabs your shaft and aims it toward her face, sticking out her tongue and allowing the tip of your cock to sit on it. You watch in awe as she jerks you once… twice…

And that’s all it takes.

Sana giggles and scrunches her nose as thick cum leaps across her face, covering her with your massive load. The rest of it pours out onto her tongue, then her chin and cheeks as she rubs your oozing head all over her silky skin. You cry out in ecstasy, your hips thrusting with the impetus of an all-consuming, utterly paralyzing orgasm. Your legs twitch in an almost spasmodic manner, nerves firing rapidly as Sana sucks up the rest of your cum, never taking her eyes off of you as she does so.

From somewhere far away, you hear Dahyun’s still-breathless voice:

“It looks like he’s about to pass out…”

Sana keeps sucking regardless, doing so happily, prolonging your already massively satisfying orgasm. You’re unsure of how much time actually passes at this point - because you’re too preoccupied with trying to stay conscious - but eventually your cock grows soft, and with a final pass of her talented tongue, Sana releases your cock and straightens.

“That’s for making me cum before,” she says, blowing you a kiss with her semen-stained lips. “Thank you, oppa.”

As has been the trend for most of this insane night, you can’t answer, as you’re too busy trying to keep yourself together. From your racing heart to your labored breaths to your oxytocin-flooded muscles, all you can do is flop backwards on the couch and try to hold yourself together. You stare up at the ceiling, eyelids fluttering. You think that maybe you’ll just rest for a bit before getting out of here. It’s probably getting late, and you definitely need a shower. Not just to clean off, but to give yourself an opportunity to think about the whirlwind of crazy stuff that had happened tonight.

And what it could all mean for your career.

That’s the plan, anyway, until you feel a gentle tug on your arm. It’s Sana, who still has the glistening remnants of your cum on her face. She’s a way better sight than all of the pornstars you’ve seen in their behind-the-scenes, post-shoot clips.

“Would you like to take a shower with me, oppa?” she asks sweetly, kissing the back of your hand. “Dahyun’s already gone off to bed, and she doesn’t like to cuddle.”

You bite your lip, considering whether it’s worth pushing your luck any more. The other girls would be back at any minute. Risking a shower with Sana could be disastrous.

But Sana seems to sense your hesitation, because she pouts cutely, giving you her best puppy dog eyes. It’s an expression that, over the years, you thought you’d learned to resist. So you fight as hard as you can, ignoring her succulent, naked body as you sit up.

“I can’t, I’m sorry. I’ve already done way too much.” you say, looking around for your clothes. “I… I have to go.”

“We can shower at your place instead!” Sana says desperately, clinging to you, preventing you from standing. “Oppa, please. It’ll be so lonely if you’re not here. At least tonight.”

You feel your mettle wavering. Going back to your apartment was a slightly better idea, sure, but that also came with its risks.

Sana leans in close so that her lips are right beside your ear. Again you feel her warm breath, made even hotter knowing that it was now tainted by your cock and cum.

“I’ll suck you off on the whole way there,” she says. “And in the shower, you can do whatever you want to me.”

That made the answer pretty easy.

“Fine. But you have to wear really baggy clothes and a facemask,” you say, standing. “If we’re caught by dispatch, I will literally be murdered.”

“Oh, yay!” Sana says, giving you a wet, smacking kiss on your cheek. “I’ll go pack an overnight bag! Thank you so much, oppa!”

Before you can say anything else, she rushes off to her room. You watch her go, mostly because the jiggle of her ass is borderline irresistible. Then you continue gathering your clothing, wondering just what the fuck you’ve gotten yourself into.

A Loud Saturday Morning

Waking up the following morning was… rough.

For one, you and Sana had spent much of the previous evening dipping into your liquor stores. After a few bottles of flavorless soju - which Sana barely tolerated, but ultimately managed to get down - you proceeded to have the wildest night of your life. Like everything else that had happened in the past forty-eight hours, it was a surreal experience. That surreality was of course overshadowed by the pleasure, at least throughout the night. From midnight to four in the morning, you and Sana went nonstop.

Sana turned out to be an absolute maniac in bed. Her hunger was relentless. She didn’t allow you a moment of rest during those four blissful hours. Sana wanted every single one of her holes filled to their brim, and you were completely at her mercy to oblige. Starting with her mouth, sucking you with vigorous, nonstop head motions, bringing your half-erect penis to full mast in seconds. Then she bent over and let you choose where you wanted to fuck her next. With the help of a healthy amount of both spit and lube, you buried your cock in her tight asshole, gripping hard to her shapely cheeks as you grunted, fighting the urge to cum immediately. Neither she nor you were surprised at how fast you finished, giving her a messy anal creampie that you didn’t even have time to clean up before she was on you again. This time demanding that you eat her pussy, using a tired tongue to vigorously flick her clit until she came.

When you awoke, your head ached to no end, a constant throb that was exacerbated by light and sound. In addition, your skin was taut and sticky with residue from the various fluids it had been coated in throughout the night. Somehow your stomach felt fine, but the mixed anhedonia and depression of the hangover had already set in. Your thoughts came sluggish, so much so that it took a few minutes to realize that you were laying in bed alone.

For the first time, you appreciated the miniscule size of your apartment, as it made your quest to find Sana relatively simple. In fact, the moment you rolled out of bed, you knew where she was, her presence announced by the horrible sound of retching echoing out from your bathroom. After a few more stumbling steps, you found her completely naked, bent over the toilet, vomiting her poor guts out. She was actually crying somewhat, a fact that she seemed fairly ashamed of, though you of course didn’t mind at all. It was a stark shift from the dominating woman you’d seen last night, but then again, you’d never really known Sana to be that crazy. The sniveling, moaning version of her that insisted that she was too nauseous to drink water was far more in line with the Sana that you knew.

Thankfully, Sana had no schedules that day, so there wasn’t anything pressing to do or excuse her from. The main issue, however, was that she was an idol. The weekend manager would be wondering where she was, and it wasn’t like you could just tell him that she was at your apartment. What the hell would you even say?

“Yes, Doyun, not to worry, I was just letting Sana sleep off her hangover at my apartment. And never mind the scratches on my chest or the bites on my neck, or the ripped T-shirt sitting in my garbage can.”

 Your options for getting Sana home in a smooth manner weren’t very broad, either. You couldn’t call a taxi for her; she was too high-profile for that. There’d be too many questions, too many chances for dispatch to pry. The same would go for you dropping her off at her dorm. Yes, you’d been at the JYP building during your days off before - mostly to finish paperwork or run errands for the girls - but showing up with a hungover Sana was just a disaster waiting to happen. Even on a weekend there would be too many people around to risk it.

Sana had mostly recovered, and was napping on and off in your bed when you received a phone call. Your heart leaps into your throat, your gut twisting with fear as you check the caller ID. To your immense relief, it’s not from Doyun, but Im Nayeon.

“Manager-nim. Are you with Sana?” Nayeon asks immediately as you pick up the phone. She doesn’t sound concerned or overly inquisitive at all, just curious, which means that Dahyun had likely already spoken to her about the… “situation” last night.

As if on cue, you hear the sound of Sana spitting coming from your bedroom behind you. You hope it’s into the plastic bag you gave her earlier.

“Yeah,” you say, pausing for a moment afterward in order to try and collect your thoughts. “She’s here. She is, um… very hungover.”

“She’s lucky we don’t have any schedules today. Dojun knows she’s gone, but I told her that Sana went to stay at Miyeon’s. With your permission, of course.” Nayeon says, her voice gaining a somewhat cocky lilt to it as she continues. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Thank you so much,” you say sincerely as the vice-like grip of anxiety relaxes from around your heart. “I owe you big time, Nayeon.”

Nayeon sniffs, a sound so characteristic of her personality that you can practically see the smug look on her face.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be paying me back soon enough. Do you need someone to drive her back?”

Relief washes over you like a tsunami, and you’re stammering out an excited “Yes!” before you can even think.

“I can be there in twenty minutes or so. I’ll take my personal car so that no one recognizes me,” Nayeon says. “I’ll bring her a change of clothes. Some inconspicuous stuff. Dahyun offered to come, too, but I told her it would be better to show up alone.”

Part of you is glad for that. You don’t know if you can face Dahyun after what happened last night. Memories of her ass slapping against you dance in your head, making you feel both hot and ashamed at the same time.

“I’ll text you when I’m leaving,” Nayeon says, cutting your thoughts short. “Where should I park?”

You give her some quick instructions on where to leave her car - a lot at the back of your building, where hopefully no one will see her - before hanging up the phone. Then you go back into your bedroom to let Sana know that Nayeon was coming for her shortly. The pink-haired woman, who’s currently sipping from her water bottle when you approach her, doesn’t seem too thrilled about the prospect of a twenty-minute car ride. Isn’t like she has any other option, but of course you don’t say that to her.

While you wait for Nayeon, you decide to cook something simple for Sana. There aren’t many options in the way of food in your apartment, but thankfully you have some leftover kongnamul guk from two days ago. After heating it up, you bring it to your bedroom and set it upon a tray in front of Sana, who groggily regards the food, then glances up at you. Though her expression is haggard, she cracks a smile.

“Thank you, oppa,” Sana reaches over and clasps your hand in hers. “You’re always taking such good care of me.”

Embarrassed, you shrug and look away. “It’s just my job. No big deal.”

Sana raises her eyebrows and she looks as if she’s about to say something, but just then the doorbell rings to your apartment, and you rush to answer it. Better that no one notices who your second visitor is that morning.

Downstairs, you open the door for Nayeon, who wears a thick grey sweatshirt, a nondescript pair of blue jeans, and some casual sneakers. She mumbles a quick hello as you greet her, keeping her head down and her hood up in order to hide her identity. It’s not really necessary, as no one else is in the apartment lobby with you, but you appreciate the caution nonetheless.

When you return to your apartment, Nayeon immediately tears off her hoodie, revealing a tucked-in white T-shirt beneath. She brushes some of her jet-black hair from her newly revealed face, adjusts the wide, thick-rimmed glasses she’s wearing, and flashes an adorable little grin.

“Had a good night?” she asks teasingly, pointing to your neck, where you know there are several angry red love bites, courtesy of Sana.

You scratch the back of your head and laugh, unsure of how to answer that.

“I heard Dahyun was pretty impressed by you, too,” Nayeon takes a step forward, staring intensely at you. Scrutinizing you, appraising you in a way that she’s never done before. “That takes a lot, you know. Only a few of the members know how to properly satisfy her, and I’ve never heard of a guy managing it.”

You pause, startled by Nayeon’s words. Was she serious or just joking around? If what she said was true, that meant the other members hooked up with each other regularly. Or, at least regularly enough to know that Dahyun was hard to please. You know the revelation shouldn’t really surprise you, but the thought of the gorgeous TWICE members making love to one another in the dorm without anyone - even you, their manager - noticing, was extremely hot.

Before you can say anything, Sana calls out from the bedroom.

“Nayeon-unnie, is that you?” she asks, sounding somewhat excited.

Nayeon gives you a patronizing pat on the cheek before skipping away, making a beeline for your bedroom. You follow her inside, where you find her sitting at the edge of your bed.

“I heard you and manager-nim had a good time. Too good of a time, unfortunately.”

Sana just rolls her eyes in response. She’d actually finished most of her soup, and the water bottle you’d give her earlier is nearly empty. Though she still looks worse for the wear, she certainly isn’t the half-dead, moaning husk she’d been two hours ago.

“You’re just jealous because we had so much fun,” Sana sticks her tongue out, and your mind immediately turns to your encounter in the dorm, which had ended with her face covered in your thick semen. “And that I was the first to hook up with him.”

Nayeon glances over at you, looking you up and down again. Brief as it is, you recognize that lust-filled stare instantly. It’s the same one Dahyun gave you last night.

However, that starry gaze disappears quickly as Nayeon returns her attention to Sana.

“Maybe you should go take a shower before we leave,” Nayeon said, patting Sana on her blanket-covered leg. “That way you don’t stink up the dorm. You smell like sweat, latex, and cum.”

Sana rolls her eyes once again, but then gives you a wink. She carefully sets the bowl of soup on your nightstand and stands. She’s still naked, but luckily Nayeon’s backpack has a change of clothes in it, which Sana takes with a half-hearted “thank you”.

“I might be a little while,” Sana says as she brushes past you, purposefully letting her bare ass drag against your hand. “Better make yourselves comfortable.”

Naturally, your mind goes into “oh shit” mode as soon as she says that, but Nayeon doesn’t let your train of thoughts get that far.

The moment that Sana shuts the door, the black-haired idol is already lounging out in your bed, patting the spot beside her in an invitation to join.

“Come lay down,” Nayeon says sweetly, placing her other hand on the curve of her hip. “Sana’s right. We should make ourselves comfortable. You’re probably so exhausted after last night. I know I am.”

Though Nayeon’s statement is true, you have the funny feeling that you two were going to be a lot more than just resting in your bed. Of course you didn’t want to make any assumptions, but…

“We don’t have all day, oppa.” Nayeon says just as sweetly, though there’s a hidden venom in her voice that makes you obey.

As soon as you’re laying on the bed, Nayeon’s hands are all over you. Running through your hair, drumming on your chest, massaging the upper portions of your arms. She does so with an almost clinical touch, just as appraising as her enigmatic eyes.

“I see why Dahyun enjoyed you so much,” Nayeon muses as she taps her fingers on the muscles of your abdomen. “You’re hot, oppa.”

You swallow, unsure of how to respond to that. Your hand twitches, brushing up against her thigh, causing her to chuckle.

“You can touch me, too, you know. Anywhere you want. I’m not like Dahyun.”

You don’t know exactly what that means, but you do know that Im Nayeon has just given you permission to touch her freely. And that’s pretty much all you need to hear.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” Nayeon whispers into your ear, “So let’s do this quickly.”

You nod in understanding and she allows her hand to stray downward, wasting no time in pulling down the waistband of both your sweats and boxers. Her fingers quickly find their way to your exposed cock, and she lifts the hem of your shirt up as well in order to give herself some room. With one hand on your balls and the other around your shaft, she begins jerking you off.

The strokes are smooth, with a casual flare of the fingers at the beginning and end of each, making your hips buck with withheld pleasure. Though your brain is hazy and your cock is a little sore, you’re still very aware of the fact that Nayeon gave you permission to touch her anywhere you want. That’s something you’d never thought you’d hear, not even in your wildest dreams.

You start with her breasts. They’re not overly large, but they’re perky and firm, and you can feel just how hard her nipples are through her thin clothing. Sensing your excitement, Nayeon pulls her shirt up to her chin and reveals herself to you. You’ve seen her in less modest outfits before - dance clothes and summer pajamas, mostly - but that doesn’t mean the sight of her flat abdomen and cute belly button aren’t absolute treats. Particularly when they’re topped by her breasts, which are just the right size to fit in the palm of your hand. Nayeon lets out low hums of satisfaction as you greedily massage and squeeze her chest. Eventually you can’t contain yourself, and you turn so that you’re able to get your mouth on them. The movement prevents Nayeon from stroking you any longer, but you don’t mind, since you get the ultimate pleasure of sucking on her nipples.

Knowing that you’re short on time, you end up only indulging in Nayeon’s tits for a few minutes. It’s a reluctant parting, but you shift your attention to the space between her legs instead. The black-haired idol lifts her hips for you to undress her further, and you pull her pants and underwear down to her ankles, revealing her pussy. She’s much hairier than Sana is, with a far wilder look to her groin. Black hair covers the interior of her thighs, unkempt and untamed. Compared to what you’ve seen of the other group members, this is something of a shock, but not necessarily in a bad way. There’s a distinctly mature quality about the way she’s kept herself, a casualness that screams of unabashed womanhood.

“Sorry, oppa,” Nayeon says, a dash of shame sprinkled over the pitched up, cutesy tone she’s devolved into as a result of your ministrations. “I haven’t had the time to shave recently.”

Smiling, you answer by running your fingers up and down her slick folds. The amount of thick wetness that you find there is appalling, and Nayeon’s shivering reaction to your touch confirms just how horny she is. Your other hand strays, finds its way to her breasts once again as you move to the top of her pussy. Her clit presents itself to you easily, and soon you’re rubbing it in increasingly energetic circles. Nayeon gasps and sighs as you do so, and you pick up the pace by the second, pausing only to listen out for Sana, who you’re relieved to hear is still in the shower.

The only thing Nayeon doesn’t do is allow you to kiss her. To be fair, you only try once, but when she turns her face away and gives you a playful sound of rejection, that’s more than enough. You already have the pleasure of groping one of the hottest idols in Korea. It was better not to push your luck.

“Come up here, oppa,” Nayeon says, shutting her legs momentarily in order to get your attention. “I want to suck your cock while you play with my pussy.”

Her naughty words spark something in you, and a hot sweat breaks out under your armpits. You rush to do as you’re told. You position yourself at Nayeon’s head, shifting over so that she has the easiest access to your cock possible. This requires you to grip the bedhead in order to stay balanced, but it’s a small price to pay when Nayeon’s tongue swirls around the swollen tip of your cock.

As Nayeon works her magic, you reach down and continue fingering her. Starting by parting her thick lips, then sliding your middle finger directly between them. Her walls are taut and rigid, gripping your finger with undulating motions as she thrusts into your hand. She releases muffled moans against you, clearly flustered as you push deeper into her pussy. She deepthroats you several times, spitting on your cock in between, sometimes even just weakly licking your head when she’s overly stimulated by your fingers. You stroke her hair, pushing against the back of her head, sighing when the cold metal of her glasses frame presses against your pelvis. On several particularly bold occasions, you grip your cock by its base and smack it against her tongue, enjoying the warmth of her saliva. Nayeon smiles as you do so, even allowing you to rub the head of it on her adorable rabbit-like cheeks, nuzzling it as if she wants nothing more than to feel every inch of it on her face.

You try your best to hold yourself back, to wait until Nayeon has at least cum once, but it’s borderline impossible. With the fingers of your left hand buried in her pussy and those of your right clasped around her breast, you feel the ripping heat of completion making its way into your pelvis. A grunt, followed by several moans, pushes from your lungs as you finish, as you cum directly onto Nayeon.

It isn’t your largest load ever, not by a long shot, but your body really does try its hardest to empty every last drop onto the poor idol's face. The initial eruption sprays her glasses, coating each lens in a series of heavy drops. You spasm directly after, nearly falling over, just managing to catch yourself as the semen continues to flow in a thin stream onto Nayeon’s nose and cheeks. She purses her lips and shuts her eyes tight, letting out a whine of protest, but making no effort to escape the sticky spray. Acting mostly on a kind of brutish autopilot, you squeeze your cock dry, then rub the remaining residue on Nayeon’s forehead.

“I’m so sorry,” you say immediately as you feel your cock shrinking in your fist. Sure, the facial you gave Sana last night was a lot messier, but this one was technically unprompted. “I didn’t mean to… you were just so hot, and...”

Nayeon offers a toothy smile, though she only opens her right eye, as the other is glued shut by your cum. She takes your hand, which is still coated in her juices, and intertwines your fingers.

“That’s okay, oppa. Would you mind getting some wipes?”

Hurriedly, you turn to do just that, but you’re immediately met with the sight of the bedroom door opening. Sana strides in, hair in a wet tangle down her shoulders, naked body still glistening with moisture. The shower seems to have done wonders for her; though she still looks tired, she no longer seems nearly as hungover as previous, and her eyes dance with delight when she sees the mess you’ve made on Nayeon.

“Oh, looks like you guys have been having fun too, huh?” Sana says jocularly, perching her butt just at the edge of your bed, near Nayeon’s feet. The pink-haired woman then begins rubbing Nayeon’s calves, gradually spreading her bare legs.

“Yeah. Be right back!” you stammer, rushing out toward the bathroom before Sana can rope you further into her shenanigans. Seeing Nayeon’s face covered in cum was extremely hot, and it was an image you’d definitely treasure forever, but you still feel horrible for doing that without her consent. The only saving grace is that she doesn’t seem too angry about it.

When you return, you find that Sana has wasted no time in getting down to business. All you can see of her is the back of her head as it bobs rapidly back and forth between Nayeon’s legs. Though you’d orgasmed less than five minutes prior, you can already feel your cock stirring at the sight of a cum-covered Nayeon being eaten out by Sana.

“Oh…” Nayeon says when she notices you, her sentence broken by a hitching sigh as Sana increases her speed. “Come here and clean me up.”

You do as she says, taking a seat beside her head, then using a handful of wet wipes to remove the cum from her skin. It’s not easy, as she squirms and shifts in time to Sana’s fevered tongue-work. The room is filled with the wet sounds of Sana’s mouth dancing against Nayeon’s pussy, as well the occasional moan or gasp. Despite everything, you manage to finish wiping Nayeon up pretty fast, and are about to stand when she grabs you by your wrist and pulls you in. Unexpectedly, you find yourself inches away from her face, her hot, mint-tinged breath splashing on your face as she sighs.

“Kiss me while I cum, oppa.”

You’re more than happy to oblige, cupping the sides of her face and pressing your lips to hers. The kiss starts out sweet and slow, but as Nayeon’s body begins to tremble and her back begins to arch, it becomes frenzied. Nayeon’s tongue lashes hard against yours, and her teeth dig into your lower lip, almost to the point of being painful. She lets out low, guttural moans directly into your mouth, clutching your hands and shoulders and face in rapid alternation as if she isn’t sure where to hold on.

Sana doesn’t stop when Nayeon cums. The overeager idol continues, making Nayeon’s movements more frantic and unpredictable. Eventually Nayeon can’t even actively kiss you anymore, and instead merely lays her head in your lap, moaning so loud that you’re worried the neighbors might hear.

Just as you have that thought, however, Sana finally sits up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She inches forward and lays atop Nayeon, indirectly pushing you out of the way so that she can share her own kiss with her unnie. Afterward, Nayeon continues to pant heavily as Sana gets to her feet and stretches. Compared to what she looked like an hour ago, the pink-haired girl is practically a new person entirely.

“Just a little ‘thank you’ for coming to pick me up,” Sana says, stroking Nayeon’s hair. She then grabs her phone from the nightstand and checks it. “It is starting to get late, though. We really should be heading out.”

Nayeon, whose face is still bright red, lifts a lazy hand and waves Sana off. “Give me… five minutes or so…”

Sana gives a tittering, mischievous laugh, one that you can’t help but join in on. The pink-haired woman has a certain way of making you feel utterly drained after sex with her, and you’re glad that you’re not the only one who feels that way.

As promised, Nayeon recovers within her allotted five minutes, though her legs are a bit wobbly when she initially gets up. She takes a quick detour to the bathroom to clean up while Sana gets dressed. In the meantime you’re able to do little more than lay in bed and think about the drastic change in the direction of your life lately.

Was this going to become a regular thing? Were you going to have some kind of sexual encounter with every member of TWICE? It was reckless, stupid, and irresponsible, but you’d be damned if that didn’t sound like a dream come true.

It’s then that the exhaustion of the past thirty-six hours catches up to you, and your eyelids begin to flutter shut. Nayeon and Sana have just about prepared to leave, and they offer you tandem kisses on your cheeks as they say goodbye.

“Here, oppa,” Sana whispers just as you’re about to fall asleep. You feel something soft - yet slightly sticky - in your hand, and realize you’re holding a pair of red lace panties. “Nayeon wanted me to give you those as a parting gift. See you Monday!”

Sana gives you another kiss on the forehead, and soon enough you’re drifting away into an oxytocin-flooded sleep, Nayeon’s underwear draped on the pillow beside you.

A Week of Frustration

The following week is probably one of the craziest of your life, and, in retrospect, a complete and utter blur.

Monday morning begins as a tangled mess of anxiety. Despite the draining acts you’d engaged in all weekend, sleep is not your friend Sunday night. Thoughts of accusations, misinterpretations, and scandals fill your head, leading to several hours of tossing and turning followed by a slumber laden with vague nightmares. Every single doubt about what had gone down in the past forty-eight hours bled into the following morning, and you’re shaking by the time you show up at the JYP entertainment building. Your heart crashes in your ears, your armpits prickle with sweat, and it feels like there’s a softball lodged in your throat. You half expect your co-workers to point at you as you walk through the lobby, screaming “Pervert!” as the police swarm the building to arrest you.

But that doesn’t happen, and instead you clock into work like usual. The other managers and workers are already engrossed in their work, and greet you without incident. It’s a huge relief, but that isn’t even close to the riskiest part of the day. You try your best not to spill your coffee as you pour yourself a cup before heading to the back of the building to pick up the girls.

Outside, all nine members are already up and waiting for you. They’re still dressed in their casual clothes, stifling yawns as they snuggle into their blankets, fighting the mid-dawn chill. They greet you in a normal, reasonable fashion; none of their behavior has changed even slightly. You pay closest attention to Sana, Dahyun, and Nayeon, but nothing seems amiss, at least on the surface. Sana is bubbly and excited, Dahyun is grumpy and tired, Nayeon is quiet and respectful. It’s almost suspicious, but you’re too busy recovering from the near heart attack you’d almost suffered from earlier, so all you can do is be grateful for your luck. Or, rather, for their mercy.

The entirety of TWICE manages to fall asleep during the car ride to their first schedule of the day, and you’re glad for the momentary peace, fleeting as you know it would be. It gives you time to prepare, to calm your nerves, to remind yourself to act as normal as humanly possible. That doesn’t stop you from occasionally glancing in the rear view mirror, though, checking to see if any of the three “naughtier” members are eyeing you. Though it feels like they are, you never actually catch them doing it, making it easy to tell yourself that the incidents from the weekend might have just been one-off events. Maybe the girls had just been frustrated - as they’d pretty much stated - and needed to let off some steam. Maybe they’d move on from here, letting this past weekend fade into background, eventually becoming a random occurrence that no one brought up ever again. Well, aside from the question of what would happen when Sana or Dahyun were overcome by their horniness again, but that wasn’t important right then. For now, on that early Monday morning when it feels like your entire life hangs in the balance, you’re content to accept that, in the short term, everything is fine.

Or, at least, that’s what you think.

You’re sitting at the back of the photoshoot set, eating a banana and working out the remainder of the day’s activities on your laptop when you receive a text.

“OPPA!” Sana’s frantic message reads, “COME QUICK, WE NEED HELP!”

Your heart leaps into your throat, and worry suffuses you as you sprint toward the dressing rooms. Ignoring the “Females Only” sign posted outside, you grab the knob and wrench the door open, revealing a sight that you aren’t expecting at all. Tzuyu is standing and facing the mirror, naked from the waist up, her chest covered only by a bra. Sana stands behind her, dressed similarly, though her bra is already off.

Their reactions to your presence are polar opposites. As you step into the shockingly calm scene before you, Sana breaks in a toothy, jovial smile. Tzuyu leaps what has to be a full foot in the air, scrambling to cover her partially-exposed upper torso with her hands. She’s not very successful.

“Manager-nim!” Tzuyu says indignantly as her face flares a bright pink, and your first thought is one of utter shame. “What are you doing here?”

Sana presses her finger to her own lips, giving Tzuyu an angry look. As if scolding her for not wanting to be walked in on while changing.

“Oppa, close the door so no one sees us, please,” Sana says patiently, waving her fingers at you. You do as she says, mostly because - as clouded as your brain is - you at least know it would be a complete disaster if anyone saw you in there. “And calm down, Tzuyu. We need help, don’t we?”

At Sana’s words, Tzuyu gives a furtive nod. She hasn’t looked at you this whole time, and judging by her withdrawn body language, Sana hadn’t mentioned anything about calling you over.

“What do you need help with?” you manage to ask.

Sana’s grin broadens as if she’s pleased by your obvious discomfort, and she grabs Tzuyu by the shoulders. The younger girl lets out a tiny yelp as Sana spins her around, presenting her back to you.

“Tzuyu’s bra hook is stuck.” Sana runs a hand from the nape of Tzuyu’s neck, down the prominent outline of her spine, then onto the clasp of her bra. It’s a completely unnecessary gesture, and you see the muscles of Tzuyu’s upper back shiver and tighten in response to Sana’s light touch. 

“We need someone with strong hands like yours to help us out.”

You hesitate. This is clearly a trap of some sort devised by Sana. Was it her attempt at hooking up with you again? If so, why drag Tzuyu into this? And why in such a precarious location?

“You should probably hurry up before the stylists come back…” Sana says mischievously, and that’s enough to make you leap into action.

With trembling fingers you undo the hooks of Tzuyu’s bra, letting the garment fall forward directly into her hands. She holds it there, preventing her chest from being fully exposed, but you can see the deep cleavage and tantalizing, soft forms of her breasts pressed up against her open palms. You try not to stare, but it’s borderline impossible, and you feel like your eyes are magnetically attracted to her. That is, until Sana’s voice breaks you out of your hormone-driven reverie.

“Thank you, oppa!” the older girl says sunnyly, practically shoving you out the door, “We’ll see you when we’re done changing!”

Before you leave, you look back at Tzuyu, who gives you a nervous smile and a muttered word of thanks. With an almost irresistible heat rising from your loins, you flee the room and return to your spot on set before anyone can notice that you’d been gone.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you reclaim your seat. Sweat stains your phone screen, and you try to act natural, but you can’t. Not when the image of Tzuyu’s tantalizing cleavage still dances so freely in your head.

Somehow, when the two members emerge from the dressing room and set up for their shoot, everything is totally fine. Tzuyu acts like her standard, introverted but sweet self, and Sana bounces around like the absolute madwoman she is. You tell yourself that maybe, just maybe, the whole bra thing was a coincidence, and that Sana really did need your help in undoing the clasps.

Deep down you know better, but you don’t have much time to think about it. It’s still early in the day and there’s lots to do. So you go about the rest of your shift, dropping the girls off at six in the evening, ending your Monday with half a bottle of soju, a bowl of ramen, and the pair of used panties Nayeon had given you Saturday morning.

The following day, everything goes as usual. The girls have a schedule that requires them to be at a specific location for most of the day, which is nice since you don’t have to drive around too much. Usually on those days you have the opportunity to run out and get various things done, though technically you’re not supposed to leave the girls unsupervised. Fortunately, Jihyo’s leadership skills are often enough to keep everyone organized until you return from your errands.

You’re about to step out to go grocery shopping when Nayeon stops you. She’s wearing the same glasses she wore on Saturday, the same pair that had been spattered by your cum, though of course there were no traces of it left.

“Oppa,” Nayeon says cutely, leaning in close and batting her lashes at you. “Would you mind going back to the dorm and doing our laundry for me? I was supposed to do it last night, but I forgot. The other girls are gonna be so mad if they have to walk around naked tonight until I get it done.”

Your first thought - that of all nine TWICE members completely nude, hanging out in their dorm - is concerning enough that you agree without protest or question. Not that you would’ve said no, anyway, but technically you shouldn’t have been encouraging Nayeon to shirk her chores. Then again, technically you shouldn’t have fingered her in your bed two days ago, so maybe minor rules like the former didn’t really apply anymore.

Roughly ten minutes later, you arrive at the empty dorm. As Nayeon promised, a basket of clothes waits for you in the laundry room, though its contents aren’t exactly what you expect. They’re jarring enough that you just stand there and stare at them for a second. The entire basket is filled with underwear. Bras and panties, mostly, but there are some bikini tops and bottoms thrown in, too. Some of the underwear are particularly provocative, like frilled thongs and see-through bras. The worst - or best, depending on your point of view - of it, though, is the fact that some of the underwear are visibly dirty. Dark stains and sticky residue cover the fronts of some of them, complete with the aroma of fresh, post-practice sweat.

You want to question just how all nine members of TWICE managed to use every single set of undergarments they owned, but it’s not worth the headache. Sana, Nayeon, and Dahyun are clearly masters at putting you in weirdly sexual situations, and it’s probably about time you accept that this was just going to be the norm.

 With a sigh you bend over and start loading the washing machine. It doesn’t take long to wash the load, and though it’s tempting to pilfer a pair of panties for personal use, you refrain from it, as you’ve already got a pair of Nayeon’s at home. That doesn’t stop you from getting a few good whiffs of the nicer garments, of course. You make a quick pit stop to the bathroom in order to relieve yourself, utilizing a very tantalizing thong with the name “Chaeyoung” stitched into the waistband to empty your load onto.

When you return to the set of the girls’ schedule, Nayeon gives you a wink from afar, but otherwise does nothing to indicate that she set you up. Again you finish out the day, thinking of the frilly underwear and dark stains, idly fantasizing about who they could have belonged to.

At this point you’ve noticed the very obvious trend, and though you don’t say anything, you resign yourself to the torture of the remainder of the week.

On Wednesday, only six of the nine girls have schedules beyond one in the afternoon. The other managers handle those, so you’re assigned to sit in the JYP building and keep an eye on the girls. Not directly, but instead hanging out nearby and making sure they don’t go anywhere questionable, or do anything that could cause media issues. As usual, Momo sneaks off to see Heechul, and likewise Jihyo heads over to a restaurant with Daniel. That leaves only Dahyun alone in the dorm, and you’re far from shocked when sends you a text, pretty much demanding that you see her this instant.

In the dorm, Dahyun lays on the same couch that you fucked both her and Sana on. To your chagrin she’s appropriately clothed, sweatpants-covered legs outstretched as she lazily scrolls through her phone.

“Manager-nim,” Dahyun says without looking at you. “I need you to put lotion on my feet. They’re dry.”

You look down at Dahyun’s bare feet, which in your opinion don’t look dry at all, but you know way better than to protest. So you just take a seat on the opposite end of the couch, allowing Dahyun to put her feet in your lap.

“I just showered,” she says with a hint of teasing in her tone, lifting her left foot so it’s right under your nose. “Smells nice, doesn’t it?”

Captivated by her silky, unblemished, creamy skin and unpainted, pink toes, you inhale deeply. Your cock grows hard from the faint scent of her perfume.

“I bet it tastes nice, too. Don’t you think so?”

Dahyun wiggles her toes in front of your lips, and you open your mouth slightly, almost hypnotized by the idea of licking and kissing her dainty, perfect feet.

Just then, someone emerges from the hallway nearby; you freeze in place, Dahyun’s toe pressing against your bottom lip, your stare blank as you see a very confused, very flustered-looking Lee Chaeryeong of ITZY standing in the living room before you.

“I am so sorry!” the baby-faced brunette exclaims, her face turning a blossoming, intense red. “I didn’t mean to… intrude?”

As soon as Dahyun notices Chaeryeong, she lowers her foot from your face, returning it to your lap as if that’s where it had been the whole time.

“It’s… I’m… we…” you stammer, eyes darting back and forth between a stunned Chaeryeong and a stoic Dahyun.

The monolidded woman arches an eyebrow and crosses her arms over her chest, almost as if Chaeryeong was the one who’d been caught doing something wrong.

“What’re you doing here?” Dahyun asks haughtily. 

“I was just getting something from Sana,” Chaeryeong says, and for some reason she sounds even more nervous than you. Nervous enough, apparently, to forget that she’d just seen you with Dahyun’s big toe on your tongue. “She borrowed a charger from me and I was just getting it back.”

It’s then that you notice a large, black paper bag in her hands, positioned behind her leg as if she’s trying to hide it from you and Dahyun. What could be in there that would make Chaeryeong instantly forget that you’d been sitting here with Dahyun’s big toe in your mouth?

“A charger.” Dahyun says flatly, staring at the large bag behind Chaeryeong’s leg. It’s obvious that there’s something much larger inside. “There’s a charger in that bag.”

Chaeryeong just looks at the floor in response. You feel pretty bad for her; getting grilled by Dahyun was not an enjoyable experience. Unless she was riding your cock, that is.

“Well, if you already got your ‘charger’, then you can go,” Dahyun says, waving her fingers like a queen shooing away a servant. “I’ll tell Sana you came and picked it up.”

Chaeryeong’s face takes on an expression of utmost relief as she hurries out of the dorm, her black paper bag crinkling loudly as she jogs away, shutting the door firmly behind her.

“I always wondered why Chaeryeong keeps borrowing Sana’s vibrator specifically. What a pervert,” Dahyun says almost to herself. Then, before you can even begin to respond to that bombshell of a statement, she regards you with a knowing smirk. “Now, where were we?” 

“I… I was about to, um, taste your feet?” you say hopefully, heart still thudding against your breastbone, cock still aching with want.

Dahyun snorts dismissively and returns to her phone. “We can skip that. Just go ahead with the lotion.”

Somewhat balked by the recent revelation about Chaeryeong and Sana’s friendship, you’re unwilling to push any harder. So instead you grab a conveniently located bottle of sweet-smelling lotion from the coffee table and get down to business.

Despite not getting to kiss Dahyun’s feet, being able to rub and caress them at your leisure is, at least to you, a pretty acceptable consolation prize. Her soles were soft and pliable, her toes slipping nicely between your fingers as you covered them in thick, cool lotion. You try to linger for a bit after you finish, continuing to massage her feet and ankles, but she dismisses you as soon as you’re done. You return to your work with a head full of terrible ideas, most of them involving Chaeryeong using Sana’s still-wet vibrator to pleasure herself.

By some grace of God, nothing happens Thursday. Maybe it’s because Dahyun mentioned the close call you’d had the day prior, but neither she, Sana, nor Nayeon try to provoke you again. It’s a brief sliver of solace in the chaotic mess that your job has become. You’d been toeing a fine line all week, and if it kept going like that, you’d eventually be discovered.

On Friday you arrive at work a little early. You’re looking forward to the weekend, when you can maybe sit down and process all of the crazy stuff that has gone on in your life so far. The office is mostly empty, and you pour yourself a cup of coffee from the machine before walking over to your cubicle, where some mindless organizational paperwork awaits you.

However, you don’t manage to make it to your desk at all; instead, you’re interrupted by a stern hand gripping your shoulder. You turn to find yourself staring at the scowling, heavy-browed face of your boss, Jongeun. His eyes narrow as they meet yours, and you can tell right off the bat that he’s far from happy.

“May I speak with you in my office?” he asks, though his tone makes it clear that it isn’t a question.

Surprisingly, your sole reaction is to nod calmly. You don’t even feel anxious, just… tired. As if this was an inevitability, a fact that you’d already accepted a while back. Which it kind of was, at least on a subconscious level. You of all people knew that secrets never lasted long in the idol industry.

“Sure,” you say, glad that none of your coworkers are around to see the outcome of this meeting. “But can I at least finish my coffee first?”

Two Weeks of Disappointment (And A Perfect Night)

  

What followed that fateful morning was easily the darkest point of not only your career, but your life.

The reality of what had happened didn’t set in, not until much later. During the meeting with your boss, you were calm and accepting, knowing that this outcome was an inevitability rather than a possibility. You neither denied nor confirmed the allegations, merely nodding when you saw the Dispatch photos of Nayeon and Sana leaving your apartment that past weekend. No apologies, no grovelling, no wallowing. Just nods of affirmation. Your boss was furious, of course, and pressed you hard for information, but you knew better. Even when he threatened that he’d forbidden the entirety of TWICE from contacting you, you remained silent, ignoring the two-thousand pound weight that had been placed on your heart. With nothing else to discuss, you handed in your badge and keys, bid your former boss an undeservedly civil goodbye, and marched out of the building for the last time.

It was a long taxi ride home.

The remainder of the next few days were the beginning of that downward spiral, the rustling of the initial pebbles of an inevitable landslide. With each passing hour, the dread increased, inching into you, eating away at your constitution. First you took a look at your savings, which were just enough to get you through the next month. That was where the anxiety started. By the end of that initial day of unemployment you were applying to any and every job available, from burger flipping to call center help desk jockey to school janitor. And, of course, similar positions to the one you’d just been fired from.

One thing you’ve learned from being in the industry is that there are always open spots. Staffing is always bad. Managers are always moving up or laterally, or leaving the field entirely because of its high-stress nature. So it would only be logical that you could find an alternative job similar to your own. Maybe not something that involved working with some of the biggest names in the game, but a similar gig. There were plenty of new or unknown groups out there that needed managing, too. The pay would be a lot less, sure, but it would be livable, and more importantly, you would still be in the idol industry.

But one other thing you’d learned about the industry is that connections are deep and plentiful. Everyone knew everyone else. Between companies and individuals alike, rumors were exchanged, opinions swayed, and names blackballed. All behind the scenes, yet viscerally apparent to anyone who was even remotely involved in the idol industry. Especially at a place as large as JYP Entertainment.

And so you aren’t necessarily shocked when you get absolutely no call-backs from any of the jobs you want. But Jesus Christ, are you dismayed. It’s then that the true gravity of what’s happened sets in, where you realize that the thin fragile veneer of stability once covering your mess of a life had finally cracked, shattered, and caved in. Now all you’re left to do is stumble about the remnants, desperately searching for a way to pick up the pieces. To put them back together, to make your existence whole again. It’s a futile effort though, and you know it. Useless. Because the destruction of your entire life’s foundation is complete, irreversible. Once someone’s ostracized from the industry, they’re out for life. 

You get other call-backs, sure. Transient threads here and there, offers of minimum wage, commission-based gigs with high investment, and more than a few money marketing scams. However, you can’t bring yourself to accept any of them, or even respond to most of the voicemails. How could you accept anything less than what you’d had going for you?

You notice an odd thing as the funds dwindle, the bills pile up, and the empty bottles fill your trash. There’s no scandal. No public reveal, no massive outcry from an anonymous tipper that leads to this discovery. It’s quite the opposite, in fact. Online and in the news, you see lots of TWICE material. Variety show appearances, fanmeeting events, even a tour announcement. They’re all picture perfect, with squeaky clean performances from every member of the group and budgets that rival even the grandest of BTS comebacks. Too perfect, in fact. You’ve been working at JYP long enough to be able to spot a media cover-up. This one isn’t even that subtle, but maybe that was just your opinion as someone speaking from the inside. In any case, you were constantly reminded of what you lost and how much you missed it.

During those abysmal two weeks, you hear nothing from the girls. It’s impossible to scorn them for that, though; they probably risked having their own lives ripped apart if they even hinted at contacting you. Seeing them in the media was hard. In some extremely fucked up way you’d kind of seen yourself as a combination of an older brother and a shared boyfriend for the group. Well, some of them. And you’re not really sure if certain members are even aware of the exact situation… 

In any case, it’s complex in an intertwined way. TWICE’s daily routine had almost become your daily routine. You’d revolved around one another like twin suns. And without them to keep you grounded, to keep you in orbit… you just tumbled through the void, listless, purposeless, lost.

Days consisted of laying in bed scrolling through social media. Nights were a haze of cheap dive bars in the city and long treks home. Missed calls came and went, concerned texts vibrated and faded. There were visits - from your parents, your siblings, even some old coworkers - and though they briefly lit up the ruined mindscape of your consciousness, they simply dropped back into the muck the moment they ended. As a result, everything blurred together, becoming a vague facsimile of an existence. As if you’d melded with your own shadow, a mere set piece in a play you used to star in.

That’s why, when you run into a shockingly familiar face in one of Seoul’s dirtiest dive bars, it’s like a shock to your system, a splash of ice cold water after dragging yourself through a desert for years. You blink twice, thinking that you must be hallucinating, that you’d gone off the deep end, that you’re about to succeed in finally drinking yourself to death.

“Manager-nim?” the pale woman before you whispers insistently, poking you in the shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go.”

You blink again. The familiarity of her voice gives you clarity, and you realize that you’re staring at the hoodie-swathed face of Kim Dahyun. She stands behind you in nondescript clothing, clearly trying her best not to be seen. There aren’t that many people around you, thankfully, and the types of people in this particular bar aren’t really the most observant bunch.

“Dahyun…” you whisper, trying to keep the slur out of your words. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Saving your dumb ass,” the angelic idol says, grabbing hold of the crook of your elbow and tugging on it hard, nearly yanking you off the barstool. She reaches across you, her perfume suffusing your nostrils like the first breath of spring after the coldest winter. “Bartender! We’d like to close out.”

The elderly man behind the bar - who you’d come to know pretty well over the past two weeks - limps over, forehead creased with concern, glancing between you and Dahyun with obvious suspicion.

“Is that so?” he asks, looking at you for confirmation, probably recalling that you usually stay until closing time. It warms your heart that someone’s looking out for you in whatever small way they can, but you give him a nod.

“Yeah, gonna be heading out a little earlier tonight.” you say, reaching for your wallet, but Dahyun has already slapped a handful of bills onto the table. It’s much more than the actual bill - hell, it’s more money than you’ve seen in a while - but before you can say anything, she tugs on your arm again.

“Let’s go, oppa.”

An unfinished glass of whiskey sits on the bar napkin before you, but there’s no time to argue without causing a scene. You allow Dahyun to drag you out of the bar, hoping that no one has recognized her.

Outside, frigid air and scattered snowflakes meet you. Fogged breath wisps from your mouth as you exhale, as you soak in the twilight of your self-destructive inebriation. Your legs want to become unsteady, but Dahyun doesn’t allow you to stumble, leading you onto the main street, out of the darkness and into the orange glow of the overhead lamps. There, she turns to you, her auburn eyes wide as she beholds you in full, without the shadows of the bar to conceal your unkempt nature and haggard face. You know your appearance has changed in these hellish fourteen days past, but you don’t realize how drastic of a transformation it is until Dahyun reaches out and runs her fingers along the half-stubble, half-beard on your cheeks.

“Oppa…” she says, in the most tender voice you’ve ever heard from her. It’s not her public-facing, fan-oriented voice, nor is it the normal tone she speaks to her staff and co-workers in. It’s something else entirely. It’s syrupy and soft and makes your heart feel heavy.

Dahyun drops her hand from your face, then opens her arms wide. “Come here.”

Unable to resist, you step into her arms. She’s shorter than you, but you lean against her shoulder, pressing your forehead to the warmth of her jacket-swathed body. Dahyun holds you close in an embrace so sweet that you feel your breath hitching in your throat. Her fingers work their way through your hair, drumming against your scalp, bringing goosebumps to the back of your neck.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, pixie lips brushing the cup of your ear as her breath ghosts over your skin. “You’re okay now, sweetie.”

That final word is all it takes, and your breath hitches as you release a sob. The tears come slowly but surely, and you want to apologize for being so weak, but you can’t. Your voice is gone, squashed by the weight of your emotions, by the combined burden of ultimate relief and fully realized sadness that presses against your soul. Dahyun rocks you back and forth, shushing you gently, giving you light kisses on the side of your face.

You’re unsure of how long you stand there, but it feels like an eternity. Brief in comparison to the nightmare that you’ve just suffered through, yet so potently bright that it overshadows all of the pain and loneliness. Even when it’s over, that warmth continues to radiate within you. As if Dahyun had lit a fire in your heart, a reprieve from the blizzard, a place to rest and regroup and realize who you are again.

“Don’t cry, oppa,” she says, letting you go. “We’re here now. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.”

You wipe the tears from your eyes, turning to see that a tinted-windowed sedan is parked directly beside you and Dahyun. The window rolls down, revealing a chubby-cheeked woman with large, kind eyes and shoulder-length brown hair. 

“Get in,” Jihyo says, beaming as she leans over the steering wheel. “Before someone sees us.”

***

Despite the rollercoaster that the last month or so has been, somehow the most surreal point of it all is the moment that you, Dahyun, and Jihyo sneak up to your apartment building. The hazy veneer of drunkenness still clouds both your vision and your judgement, yet you still have the wherewithal to be ashamed of the state of your home. It isn’t disgusting, but it’s far messier than you usually keep it.

Fortunately, neither Dahyun nor Jihyo comment on it at all aside from the younger girl glancing at the pile of bottles by your garbage can, giving them a sad look, then reaching out and squeezing your hand. Somehow, that makes you feel worse than if Dahyun had just made fun of you instead.

“Why did you guys come here?” you ask, offering them seats on the uncomfortable futon in your living room.

There, both of idols sit, removing their heavy jackets and - in Jihyo’s case - her comically large baseball cap. Dahyun’s been doing most of the talking this evening, which doesn’t exactly shock you. While you and Jihyo have had a pretty positive relationship overall, you weren’t nearly as close with her compared to the other girls. She actually looks somewhat out of place, sitting with her legs crossed, wearing an expression that’s a mix between confusion and apprehension.

“We’re here to make you a deal, manager-nim,” Dahyun says as you sit across from them. “We have a proposition for you.”

You sigh. The last thing you needed right now was another illicit sexual encounter with an idol. It had only gotten you into trouble before. Even if you wanted to do it, you simply didn’t have the energy or the drive.

“I don’t have time for this stuff now,” you say a little more harshly than you mean to. You gesture to Jihyo and Dahyun - the former looking embarrassed, the latter merely stone-faced - and continue, your voice getting louder with each word. “It’s what got me into trouble in the first place. Messing around with you guys was the worst idea I’ve ever had. And I don’t say that lightly.”

“First off,” Dahyun says, standing and stepping forward, meeting your eye with her frigid glare. “You never had a choice. It wasn’t your idea to mess around with us. It was ours. Mine specifically. We’re in control here. Never forget that.”

Dahyun smirks up at you, then places the tip of her finger on your chin. The gravity with which she does so makes it practically feel as if there’s a loaded gun to your face. Despite your best efforts, the anger drains from you, replaced by fearful arousal.

“And second: we’re here because we’re trying to help you out,” Dahyun turns to Jihyo, who’s pointedly avoiding eye contact, nervously playing with her hands and looking as if she wanted to be anywhere else. “You’d think he’d be more grateful, given what we’re about to offer him. Is that any way to talk to your new bosses?”

“Listen, Dahyun,” Jihyo says before you can respond, raising her hands as if in surrender. “I don’t know if this is a good idea…”

Dahyun lifts a hand, cutting her leader off. “We already talked about it, and everyone agrees that it’s the best way to do this. Everyone gets what they want, right?”

“What are you talking about?” you interject as Jihyo opens her mouth. “What do you mean by ‘my new bosses’? Is the company offering me a new job?”

Though you know it’s impossible, a tiny, candle-like sputter of hope blossoms in your heart. Were Dahyun and Jihyo here to deliver the news that you were going to be offered your job back? But if so, why did the company decide to send their idols rather than make a phone call or send an email?

“Unofficially, of course,” Dahyun corrects, grinning wickedly. “Less the company, and more just the group.”

“The group?” you ask, utterly confused. “Like… TWICE?”

“Well, two groups, technically, but that’s not important right now,” Dahyun says, stepping back and setting a hand upon Jihyo’s shoulder. “See, when you got fired, we lost the opportunity to have an outlet for our sexual energy. I kinda hate to admit it, but you were a good fuck, manager-nim. Sana agrees, and all of the other girls are curious to try you out. So to keep us satisfied - and to keep you from being homeless - we thought an arrangement would be in order.”

“And,” Jihyo adds, casting Dahyun a sideways, somewhat annoyed glare. “We miss you and want to support you. That’s the main reason. We just knew that you wouldn’t accept our money without something in return, so…”

“So you’re going to become our own personal sex slave!” Dahyun says cheerily, her lips spreading into a radiant smile, making her look far more like an innocent angel than she should have.

After everything you’ve been through lately, you find it hard to grasp such a ridiculous concept. Before you can respond, however, Dahyun places both hands on your shoulders and shoves you down to your knees. A combination of surprise and inebriation causes you to drop easily, and you find yourself staring up at her as she unzips her jeans.

“The price is one and a quarter million won a week,” Dahyun says, brusquely pulling her pants and underwear down, revealing her strong legs, as well as the gorgeous, neat little slit between them. “It’s a low salary to start, I know, but don’t worry… I’m sure you’ll very quickly be eligible for a performance-based raise.”

Dahyun grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in. You’re too enamored by both her words and her perfect pussy to resist. In fact, the number echoes in your head like mad: one and a quarter million won. That in itself is far more appalling than what you need to do in exchange for it.

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” Jihyo says from her seat on the futon. “It’s pretty late.”

Dahyun doesn’t even turn around, instead pushing your face between her legs, forcing your mouth onto her pussy. She’s soaking wet already, and as you shut your eyes you feel her hands clutching at your hair. Fingers that less than an hour ago brought you comfort, now dominating you, controlling you. Obediently, you stick your tongue as deep as you can, tasting the metallic roughness of her interior, filling your mouth with Dahyun’s delicious nectar.

“I want to take full advantage of our deal,” Dahyun says, shoving your face in further, practically suffocating you with her loins. You take it as a sign to lick her harder, and you do so with great vigor. “Oh fuck, right there… that’s a good boy…”

Encouraged by her compliments, you reach up and spread the upper portion of Dahyun’s pussy, revealing her clit. After swallowing a combination of Dahyun’s juices and your own spit, you drag the tip of your sore tongue against that smooth little rosebud. Your reward is a shuddering sign from its owner, as well as those comforting fingers running along your scalp again.

“He hasn’t even said yes yet!” Jihyo interjects, sounding more worried by the second.

“I’ll… take this as a yes…” Dahyun pants, and you can feel her knees weakening as you continue to lick her clit. Moving your whole head back and forth allows you to stimulate her without tiring your tongue out too much, and it seems to be more than enough for Dahyun.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fall over,” Dahyun says, grabbing you and half-dragging you toward the futon with her. “Get over here.”

Dahyun flops down beside Jihyo, who surprisingly doesn’t move away.

“I knew I should’ve brought that leash with me,” Dahyun adds as she leans forward and brings you in for another round. “Make me cum again, oppa. It’s been too long.”

With the unbelievable radiance of this new arrangement pounding within your veins, you do exactly as she says. Rather than relying solely on your mouth, you use your fingers as well, stroking Dahyun’s folds as you lick her silky clit. She clenches her thighs around your head, hips flaring against you as you try to follow their motions. Her legs tremble as you penetrate her, as you run the pads of your middle and index finger against the rough circle of her G-spot. It doesn’t take you too long to find a suitable rhythm, a specific combination of licking and stroking that makes her writhe in ecstasy. To her credit, she remains mostly silent up until she begins to cum.

When her orgasm hits - when your tongue is working its hardest and your fingers are moving their fastest - she begins to moan. Loud, crystal clear moans that fill your living room, echoing off the paper-thin walls, likely to awaken your entire apartment building. Dahyun doesn’t show even a semblance of shame, crying out your name repeatedly, praising you for how hard you’re working, how good of a job you’re doing.

“Come up here,” she murmurs, beckoning you upward. It’s then that you notice the buttons of her blouse are popped open, revealing her swollen nipples. “Good boys get kisses.”

Happily, you do as she commands, and she captures you in a smiling, open-mouthed kiss. Your tongue is no match for hers, and she furiously wrestles yours into submission, exhaling hot, minty breath into your mouth as she does so. Dahyun finishes the fevered conjunction with a chaste kiss, one that’s just as caring and comforting as the hug she’d given you earlier. Then, with the sides of your noses still pressed together like lovers from drama, she whispers:

“I missed you, oppa.”

Dahyun then tosses you away, returning you to the floor to kneel between your queen’s legs like the peasant you are. Your head is spinning, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol. Did Kim Dahyun really just say that she missed you?

“See? He’s a professional. In fact, his dick is even better than his tongue,” Dahyun pants, slumping down on the couch, wearing a lazy, satisfied grin. “Definitely better than your ex-boyfriend’s. Try it out.”

“O-okay,” Jihyo says, slowly pulling down her pants as well. You find yourself wishing that you could at least get a tiny glimpse of her legendary breasts, but eating her out was a nice consolation prize. “As long as he’s okay with it.”

“Doesn’t matter if he’s okay with it,” Dahyun says, rolling her eyes as she reaches over, sliding her hand between Jihyo’s thighs. The leader lets out a hiss as her group mate begins to fondle her, rubbing her lips and brushing her clit with a delicate, careful touch. “He belongs to us now, remember?”

For a second you stand there awkwardly, watching in semi-lightheaded silence. Despite her prior hesitance, it appears that the leader is getting into it, as she squirms and bites her lip as Dahyun fingers her.

“You sure you want to do this?” you ask Jihyo directly. “If you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to. Not that I don’t want to, of course. I would love to… uh, have sex with you.”

To her credit, Dahyun ceases her ministrations, removing her finger from with Jihyo and settling it onto the thick form of her bare thigh. Jihyo’s blushing furiously as she looks up at you, but the nod she gives is solid and sure.

“Yeah. Let’s do it.” she says solemnly. Then, as a smile spreads across her chubby cheeks, she continues, “Sana rants and raves about your skills in bed. I think it’s worth trying at least once.”

Dahyun gives a satisfied smirk and pats her thigh. “I think you’ll need to lay down for this. Oppa is that good.”

Normally Dahyun’s praise would only make you fearful of disappointing her, but given the liquor in your veins and the freshly ignited happiness in your brain, the compliments only pump you up. You practically tear your pants off as Jihyo lays back in Dahyun’s lap, where the younger girl intertwines their fingers and strokes her hair gently. The sight of it gives you a slight Deja Vu; it’s similar to the position you’d been in on that fateful first night, the night that everything changed. Of course, your head had been in Sana’s lap then, and it was Dahyun who was doing the riding, but the concept was the same. Similar, but equally hot, especially when you get between Jihyo’s legs, where you give her neatly-trimmed bush and large, glistening lips lots of kisses in order to get her excited. She hums in satisfaction as you slip your tongue inside, giving her just a small taste of what Dahyun experienced earlier.

“Okay, m-maybe you were right,” Jihyo stammers as you finish by sucking on her thick clit. “I’ve never been eaten out like that before.”

Dahyun chuckles as you grab hold of your cock bring yourself closer to Jihyo.

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Fuck her nice and hard, oppa. And make sure you cum in her pussy, too. That’ll drive her nuts.”

You start by rubbing your cock up and down Jihyo’s folds, stroking yourself as you cover your shaft and head in the natural lubricant. The leader is already twitching and shaking from the mere touch of your cock, so much so that when you finally start sliding inside, she lets out a yelp.

“Damn, that feels good,” she says as you push in slowly, as you invade her tight walls. “It’s bigger than I thought. Dahyun, you might have to cover my mouth.”

Another laugh from Dahyun as she places her hand over Jihyo’s lips. “Gladly.”

You grab onto Jihyo’s legs as you begin to fuck her, parting them so that you can give her the most savory, pleasurable thrusts possible. You make sure to go not only for depth but for speed and range; giving every part of her pussy at least some of your cock. Each thrust is metered specifically to her responses. Namely, the clenching of her thighs and the muffled moans from beneath Dahyun’s hand. You focus on giving Jihyo an enjoyable experience, smiling as you watch her clinging to Dahyun, the leader’s entire body shuddering each time you push into her. In spite of Jihyo’s constant clenching, the tightness of her walls abates quickly, allowing you to go harder, yielding to your firm cock. You stroke Jihyo’s legs and thighs, feeling the goosebumps there, lifting her flexible hips so you can kiss her calves and feet.

The sensation is immaculate. It’s the first sexual encounter you’ve had in weeks, and its a stark reminder that your hand really can’t do it all. The intimacy of being so close to someone else, so fundamentally connected to them, makes for a sublime combination. Though you’d be ashamed to admit it, the best part of the whole thing is Dahyun. She’s staring at you the whole time, a smile spread across her sweat-dappled face as she watches you fuck her leader. You find yourself unable to look away from Dahyun, the lustful magnetism in her charged gaze is so enticing that it dominates your attention. Soon, both of you are staring directly into each other’s eyes.

“That’s it, oppa,” Dahyun says, her tone saturated by sweetness. “Fuck her harder. You’re doing so well. I want you to fill her up with cum for me. Can you do that?”

Though you’d been clenching your pelvic muscles this entire time, making sure to hold back in order to last longer for Jihyo, you can’t deny Dahyun. So you spread your legs further, grip Jihyo by her hips, and begin hammering her relentlessly. Lowering yourself so that your bodies are pressed together, so that you can feel the cushion-like forms of her breasts against your chest. Jihyo’s eyes are half-lidded, nearly rolling back in her head, so out of character for the normally prim leader that you’re almost taken aback. It’s hard to think of anything else as you fuck her, however, soon you’re hooking your arms under hers and burying your head in her shoulder. Getting the best possible leverage, making the couch groan beneath you in protest. Jihyo’s muffled moans are barely contained by Dahyun’s hand, reaching a point to where they’re even louder than the sound of your hips crashing into hers.

When the final crescendo comes, it’s a rush of animal, automatic movement as your body gives in to its primal desire. You cum directly into Jihyo, pushing your semen further into her with each thrust, continuing to fuck even as you fill her up. You can feel the stickiness of your own cum on your cock but you force yourself to continue, the mad beat of your thrusts matching Jihyo’s convulsing hips. It doesn’t take long for her pussy to overflow with semen; you can feel it staining your balls, dripping onto the futon cover beneath. Once you’ve run out of momentum, you slump against Jihyo, her audible exhales indicating that Dahyun had decided it was safe to let her go.

It takes awhile for you to muster the strength to pull out of her and stand, but eventually you manage to do so. Jihyo remains snuggled into Dahyun’s lap, her voluminous chest heaving with effort. Her hair is a tangle of stray strands, and sweat covers her from forehead to neck. Predictably, Jihyo’s pussy is almost as much of a mess as its owner is. Your cum oozes out of her in a constant trickle, with a quarter-sized puddle already having collected below it. Combined with the semen that stains your cock and balls, you’re somewhat impressed by the size of that particular load.

“Go clean yourself up, oppa,” Dahyun says, fixing Jihyo’s hair, then giving the leader a kiss on the crown of her head. “In the meantime, I’ll go downstairs and get a change of clothes for me and Jihyo.”

“Are… are you guys staying the night?” you ask, still out of breath from both the massive orgasm you just had and the workout that directly preceded it. Dahyun’s question is pretty unexpected, but you immediately find yourself looking forward to the possibility of cuddling with her and Jihyo tonight.

And, of course, your new “occupation”. Obviously the details had to be worked out more definitively, but the basics were clear. You were going to have a job again. And not only was this job far better paying than your last one, but it involved working directly with the women you so ardently adored, and - as of the last two weeks - so woefully missed.

“Of course we’re staying the night,” Dahyun says, a gleam in her eyes. “Like I said, I want to take full advantage of our new arrangement. I need my oppa’s cock. I’ve been deprived of it for too long. I can wait until morning, though. I want you to be nice and well-rested.”

Three Weeks of Anxiety

 

The first two weeks of your new “position” at JYP Entertainment were bittersweet. On one hand, it was amazing to see the girls again; to hear Jeongyeon’s laugh, to be graced by Mina’s and Tzuyu’s frequent hugs, to make jokes with Momo and Nayeon. Considering that your new position primarily relied on having sex with the group members, you were also afforded an intimacy with them that you’d never expected to have. It’s less of a servicing position and more of a shared-boyfriend position. You cook for them sometimes, provide them with romantic gifts and dinners on their birthdays, and listen to their problems when they’re frustrated or overwhelmed. Many of your nights end with snuggling with a few of the girls in bed, waiting for them to fall asleep, often comforting them while they cry over the various stresses of idol life. Most of the time it’s a wholly therapeutic environment in which you’re able to know every member of TWICE in and out - both physically and emotionally - developing relationships with them that you’d never have as a simple manager. The pay is great, borderline benevolent; you were basically making double what you earned as an official manager for the girls, with half the work. Combined with the unemployment benefits from the state and insurance funds from the government, you had more extra cash than you’d ever had in your life by far.

But on the other hand, things were stressful and unstable. There was a new air of danger around everything you did. Sneaking around the dorm, avoiding contact with the people who’d been your coworkers less than two months ago. Climbing on fire escapes in the dead of night in order to fulfill the girls’ various requests, meeting up in hazardous locations to provide pleasure to them when they desired it. Dispatch’s constant presence didn’t make it any easier, either. If the media managed to snap a picture of you, it wouldn’t take fans long to recognize you as their former manager. From there the questions would pile up - and, from JYPE, the lawsuits as well - and you’d be absolutely and completely boned.

Your new position in life was precarious, a razor-edged tightrope walk over a pool of bubbling, roaring lava. With no end to that blindfolded journey, you know that falling is inevitable. It was impossible to do this forever. You were burning the candle at both ends, running on an empty tank, hanging on by a thread. Whichever dumb cliche you used to describe it, the final sum was the same: eventually you were going to slip up. Eventually you’d be caught, and there was nothing any of the girls could do to save you from those repercussions. Rather than being treated as an ex-staff member, you’d be permanently viewed as a criminal, charged with trespassing and stalking and God knows what else the company’s lawyers would throw at you. Your life would be in shambles.

So your anxiety was at its peak for those tense fourteen days. Your sleep schedule became erratic, skewed to fit TWICE’s sporadic schedules, but with extra time allotted for clandestine trysts and swift getaways. On some days you went to bed at nine in the morning and woke up at two in the afternoon, on others you were out the door before sunrise in order to meet whichever lonely TWICE member desired some company while they didn’t have schedules.

It was on one of those earlier days, when the birds were singing and a heavy dose of caffeine was thrumming its way through your hands, when everything nearly came crashing down.

You’d just finished satisfying Sana and Tzuyu in the living room, a sweaty affair given the former’s voracious carnal appetite. Naturally you’d gone to take a shower afterward, attempting to scrub the sweat and sex from your skin. You listen to some music as you do so, whistling along to an upbeat Red Velvet track, smiling to yourself. The post-coital showers were easily the least stressful part of your day, a time to bask in the afterglow of your orgasm, to enjoy the feeling of hot water running down your skin, to breathe in the steam-

An insistent pounding on the door shatters the fragile veneer of your mindscape.

“Oppa!” Sana’s voice hisses from behind the door, barely audible over the sound of running water. “Oppa, come out quick! Donghyun is here!”

Immediately, your serenity is broken, and you shut off the water, scrambling to climb out of the tub. Donghyun is one of the other managers, an old man who - while comparatively good at his job - has never been a huge fan of yours. And of course he’s one working today, and of course you’re in the most compromising position possible, naked and wet in one of the two bathrooms in the entire dorm.

Suddenly, the bathroom door flies open, causing you to jump in shock. Luckily it’s Sana - still dressed in the same shorts and T-shirt she’d been wearing earlier, pink hair in a frizzy mess from the vigorous activities you and her had been engaged in - and she shuts the door behind her immediately.

“There,” Sana says, locking it, barely phased about the fact that you’re naked, dripping wet, and half-wrapped in a towel. “If he comes to the bathroom, I’ll just tell him I’m in here.”

Swallowing hard, you try to think of a way to get out of the situation. Having Sana present would certainly help if Donghyun came looking, but she couldn’t stay here forever. The excuse of an upset stomach or period pains might cause Donghyun to stick around longer to help or investigate. 

“But we need to get you out of here. Hang on, I think Jihyo has a plan,” Sana adds as if reading your mind. She checks her phone, biting her bottom lip as she reads a message. “Right now they’re in her room, and Donghyun’s there, too. She’s trying to distract him. We have to go now!”

Without further warning, Sana seizes you by the wrist, yanks the bathroom door open, and drags you outside.

 With hurried, hushed footsteps you slip through the living room, where indeed you hear a quartet of voices from down the adjacent hallway. All are familiar, including the rough, gravely lilt that your former coworker spoke in. Sweat stings your armpits and forehead and your breath comes ragged with terror as you follow Sana, moving on careful tiptoes, incapable of doing much more than a snail’s pace.

You’re about halfway through the living room when the sound of a bedroom door opening makes you spin around. Down the hall, Jihyo and Tzuyu pop out first, midway through attempting to convince Donghyun to stay in the room. Instinctually, you duck behind the couch as Sana releases your hand, and though you can’t see what’s happening from back there, you hear Donghyun chiding the leader and maknae for not being prepared for their schedule yet. Then his footsteps, weighted and damning, louder and louder, your impending doom closing in by the second-

Before you can say or do anything, Sana’s standing up, hurrying around the corner of the couch, vanishing from view.

“Oppa!” she cries in her highest-pitched, most saccharine voice possible. “Oppa, come to my room, quick!”

“Wh-what?” Donghyun questions, clearly confused by Sana’s sudden appearance. “What is it? We don’t have much time, Tzuyu and Jihyo have a schedule in a half hour.”

Sana lets out a loud huff and stomps her foot, “It’s important! There’s this huge bug in my room! You have to kill it!”

Donghyun sounds like he’s about to argue, but Sana cuts him off before he can:

“It’ll take two seconds, Donghyun-nim!”

An audible sigh of defeat from Donghyun. You smile to yourself as relief suffuses you; apparently, Sana’s tendency to wear people down isn’t just specific to you.

“You two better get ready in the meantime,” Donghyun chides, presumably speaking to Jihyo and Tzuyu. “Now, where’s this bug, Sana?”

With that, the sound of twin pairs of footsteps - Donghyun’s clunky and heavy Sana’s dainty and quick - continue on, fading and fading… 

The moment that Donghyun’s voice is no longer audible, muffled by the wall between the living room and Sana’s bedroom, you break for it. Standing and sprinting in one swift movement, barrelling to your freedom, clutching your towel around you for dear life.

You’re outside in a moment, slamming the door behind you, struck by the sudden realization that you’re still in the building, wearing only a towel, now at an even higher risk of being discovered. You look around desperately; there are stairwells in either direction, as well as an elevator, but as they both lead to the lobby downstairs, neither are viable options. Panic clutching at your throat, you try to think of a way out, but you can only think of the fire exit, which would set off the alarm and blow your cover immediately.

A gasp of shock explodes from your lungs as one of the other dormitory doors opens several meters down from you. A familiar, kind face pops out, narrow eyes and concerned expression set upon its delicate features. It’s Lee Chaeryeong of ITZY - a woman you’ve only met in the passing -  and you expect her to cry out in shock, to call for her managers, for security, for the police, and every other possible person who could detain you right now.

But she doesn’t. Instead she beckons you forward frantically, hissing out an urgent:

“Come on oppa! Quick!”

Without a second thought, you obey. There’s no other viable choice, and you can’t see any reason that Chaeryeong would allow an unfamiliar naked man into her dorm.

Once inside, Chaeryoung grabs you and pulls you through the dorm’s living room - which is almost identical to that of TWICE’s, though about half the size - and into a bedroom. To your surprise there’s only a single bed there, and upon it is Chaeryeong’s groupmate, Hwang Yeji.

“Don’t worry,” Chaeryeong says, shutting and locking the bedroom door behind you. “No one will disturb us. We just have to be quiet.”

With a heavy sigh, you lean against the wall, shutting your eyes and letting yourself relax. There’s a constant tremble in your hands as the adrenaline recedes.

“Sana texted us and told us what was happening,” Yeji says, regarding you with her sharp, intriguing gaze. “It’s a good thing Chaeryeong had her phone on her, because I was napping.”

Relieved, you nod, acutely aware of the fact that you’re wearing only a towel. Now that the shock of nearly being caught has receded somewhat, you’re able to recognize how awkward of a situation you’re in. You’d met the ITZY members on several occasions, but you didn’t know any of them beyond a superficial level. And now you were trapped with them, in their bedroom, almost stark naked. What’s more is that, chances are, they know about your firing. Maybe not the details, exactly, but that you have no reason to be in the JYP dorm building, much less anywhere near TWICE.

“Thank you so much,” you say, unsure of how to proceed. “I was just, um, coming to grab something I forgot when I last left.”

A protracted pause follows, heavy and nerve-wracking, giving you plenty of time to drink in the fact that you’d just used the weakest excuse under the sun.

Yeji and Chaeryeong exchange a pair of roguish grins before the older of the two finally answers.

“You don’t need to make up an excuse,” Yeji says as Chaeryeong covers her mouth to stifle a giggle. The younger girl’s blushing furiously now, and the pieces begin to come together in your mind. “We know the truth.”

“The truth.” you echo, cold with disbelief. “You know… the truth.”

Chaeryeong, who’s having a hard time looking directly at you, nods vigorously.

“Sana told us everything the moment that you made the deal. About you getting fired, and why it happened,” Yeji says. Compared to the mature, unflinching demands that Dahyun and her group mates give you, the ITZY members are furtive and shy. “We thought she was joking at first, and I didn’t really believe it until she showed us some videos, but…”

“Videos?” you demand, cringing at the accidentally-elevated volume of your own voice. Dropping your voice back to a whisper, you continue: “What videos?”

At this point, Chaeryeong looks as if she’s about to explode. Yeji’s started blushing as well, but she’s able to compose herself much better than the younger group member.

“Sana showed us some videos of you and Dahyun and Jihyo,” the corners of Yeji’s lips twitch as she holds back a smile. “We were all so shocked.”

Despite the fact that you should be indignant about Sana secretly recording you, you can’t shake the cold wash of shame that crashes over you. You turn your gaze downward to the carpeted floor.

“Uh, yeah. It’s been rough for me in terms of finding another gig, and TWICE was nice enough to give me this offer,” you explain, wondering how much Sana has divulged. “I do favors for them, and they pay me.”

“And those favors include sex. Lots and lots of sex.” Yeji adds, and though you can’t see the expression on her face, you know it’s withdrawn and embarrassed.

Another silence follows, heavy and layered, pressing against the wall, making you hot and stifled. It’s the type of moment where you’d open your phone and pretend to stare at the screen, but you don’t have it on you, so instead you just look around the room. Absently staring at anything but the two girls in front of you.

“Is it true you ate Dahyun’s ass after a whole day of dance practice?” Chaeryeong suddenly blurts out, speaking so swiftly that you don’t understand her at first.

“Um…” you say, thinking back to that particularly memorable encounter. As nice as Dahyun’s ass was, eating it after a long, sweaty day in the practice room was certainly not the greatest experience. “Yeah, I did that. Was more fun than I thought it’d be, but definitely would have preferred to do it after she showered.”

Chaeryeong lets out a nervous chuckle. “Well, we know how Dahyun can be. She’s a little demanding.”

“Don’t I know it,” you say, feeling yourself relax. You look up from your feet, finding it easier to meet Yeji and Chaeryeong’s gazes. “She can be really tough to deal with sometimes. Especially when I was a manager.”

You want to add that Dahyun always had a sweet side to her. You don’t think you’d ever forget that encounter with her in the bar, or, more recently, the time that she’d asked you to stay over because she didn’t want to sleep alone. All of the other members had schedules that weekend - some together, some separate - but she’d been free. It had probably been the best night you’ve had in awhile; cuddling with Dahyun beneath her covers, free from the nonstop requests of the other girls. Dahyun had curled up in your arms, kissing your chest and neck as you stroked her hair, interlocking her fingers with you as she drifted in and out of sleep. In the morning she’d cooked you breakfast before you left, and even texted you to make sure you’d gotten home safely. Sure, she’d gone back to her normal self the next day, but you were starting to understand that her icy demeanor was something of a front. A kind of mask to hide her true self. For what reason that is you can’t be sure, but what you do know is that deep down, Dahyun is just a shy, quiet woman who wanted to be held.

But you didn’t feel like getting murdered for spreading that information about her, so you don’t mention it.

“If we had the same agreement with you, we’d be much nicer.” Yeji cuts in, blurting the statement out as if she’d been holding it back for a while. “We wouldn’t have you do too many chores. Just the… other stuff.”

“And we’d let you do what you wanted,” Chaeryeong adds enthusiastically. “We’d just be happy to have someone to get off with!”

“Chaeryeong! You can’t say that!” Yeji chides, though it’s a half-hearted scolding, one that’s swiftly followed by, “Although, I do agree…”

Finding a proper response to that is impossible, as for the millionth time in your recent life, you’re struck by disbelief. TWICE wanting to use you for their sexual satisfaction made sense. You were a close male friend, someone they’d known for long enough to fully trust. When it came to these other two idols that you barely knew, they were either horny to the point of desperation or overly impressed by Sana and Dahyun’s exaggerated recounts of your sexual prowess.

But of course it’s impossible to deny that the mere thought of hooking up with Yeji and Chaeryeong - the former of which is your bias in the group, the latter a close second - is enough to make your cock rock hard. It presses insistently against the thin cloth of your towel, and though you very much want to hide your erection, there’s no way to do it without overtly touching yourself.

“Well, since we have all this time available while I hide…” you say, scratching the back of your neck nervously, unable to look at either Yeji or Chaeryeong. “We could, you know, try something out? If you guys want, of course.”

In a flash, both women are at your side, hands gripping each of your arms, staring up at you with electric, pleading ardor in their eyes.

“We would love that!” Chaeryeong says excitingly, practically bouncing up and down, having fully shed her previous shyness. “Do you know how long we haven’t been laid in?”

“Uh…” you stammer, looking back and forth between the two excited girls beside you. “No, I’m not sure.”

“Neither are we,” Yeji answers, placing a hand on the side of your face, cupping your cheek, brushing her fingers over the stubble there. “That’s how long it’s been. Playing with each other has been fun, but, honestly…”

Yeji leans in close then, so close that you can feel her breath ghosting over your ear. Chaeryeong massages your shoulders, pressing her talented thumbs and fingers into your tense muscles, sending sparks of relaxation down your spine.

“Honestly, nothing beats a nice, hard cock. Can you give us that?”

Swallowing against a hard lump in your throat, you manage to squeak out a furtive “Yes”. And apparently that’s all Chaeryeong and Yeji need, because not a second after you utter that whispered word of affirmation, they’re all over you.

Yeji grabs your head and turns it in her direction, bringing you in for a kiss that’s far from reserved. Chaeryeong unties your towel, wasting no time in getting you fully naked. Her fingers wrap around your shaft, stroking slowly as she assaults your neck with kisses, nibbles, and licks. Her other hand caresses your ass, taking handfuls of each cheek, rubbing in hard circles that aren’t too dissimilar from the massage she’d given your shoulders prior. Simultaneously, Yeji’s tongue overtakes yours, filling your mouth with hot breath as she sighs. Her hands find their way to your nipples, lightly pinching each of them, making you squirm and shy away.

“Sensitive nipples, hm?” Yeji says, detaching from you, grinning with vague malintent.

Chaeryeong perks up at that, wearing a similar grin. You’re about to ask just what they’re planning when both girls dip their heads down, pressing their faces to your chest, taking each of your nipples into their mouths. Crying out, you fall back onto the bed, where Chaeryeong and Yeji move with you. They barely break their stride, pinning you down, assaulting your nipples with swift tongues and daring teeth. Two hands - you’re pretty sure it’s one from each girl, but it’s hard to tell when your whole body is basically convulsing against your will - grace your cock and balls, providing you a combination of brisk strokes and tender caresses.

While Chaeryeong continues tounging and playing with your nipples, Yeji moves away, sitting up and pulling her shirt over her head to reveal her perky, bare breasts. She smiles and blushes when she notices that you’re staring, but her apparent shyness does nothing to prevent her from removing her pants as well. Her body is a true dancer’s body; what she lacks in curves she makes up in grace and tone. 

And that svelte dancer’s body flashes with muscle as Yeji crawls over to you from the side. Chaeryeong straightens, giving your tingling, sore nipples a break as she too begins to undress. Though you’re quite eager to see Chaeryeong’s naked body, Yeji prevents you from doing so, cupping your face in her hands and pulling you in for a long, slow kiss.

“I want you to eat me out,” Yeji whispers, dragging the tips of her fingers down your cheeks. “I hear you’re amazing at that. Is it true?”

Feeling somewhat embarrassed and very anxious, you give an awkward smile.

“Well, I don’t know if I’m that great at it…”

Yeji giggles, gives you a chaste kiss on the lips, and straightens. “Sana told me you were really modest, too. Gosh, you really are as perfect as she says!”

Before you can even consider the loaded implications of what Yeji’s said, she’s lifting her leg over you, lowering her naked lower half onto your face. Though you were too focused on the rest of her body earlier, you’re now given an unimpeded view of her perfect pussy and ass. Her lips are slim and neat, contrasting heavily to the unkempt mat of hair that surrounds it. Her anus likewise carries a compactness to it, with a tiny birthmark just in front of its opening that makes it all the more adorable.

Yeji takes a seat directly on you, perching like a queen upon a throne. With her lips meeting your own, your body acts by reflex, driven by the frequent “training” that you’d undergone with the TWICE members. You reach up and wrap your hands around Yeji’s thighs, stroking them to provide some extra stimulation as your tongue dips into her moist slit. Her flavor is sharp, filling your mouth with a bitter, somewhat metallic taste that makes you wonder whether she’s had her period recently. It isn’t unpleasant, just notable, and does nothing to stop you from licking and kissing every inch of her you can get to.

A hum of satisfaction rolls upward from Yeji’s throat as she starts grinding against you. The rhythm of her movements allows you access to both her asshole and pussy in turn, making it easy to caress each with the tip of your tongue. She leans forward, spreading her legs wider, hands pressed to the top of the mattress, knees bent downward in an impressive display of flexibility. You can feel her muscles working beneath your hands, growing hard and strained whenever you decide to tongue her deeply, relaxing when you give her a brief reprieve. Much like Tzuyu and Jeongyeon, Yeji doesn’t make much overt noise to indicate her pleasure. Instead she whines and twitches, flaring her hips in a more exaggerated grind, breathing heavily but never truly letting herself moan aloud.

From below, you feel your cock being taken again, this time accompanied by a shifting of weight that you assume is Chaeryeong joining you and her group mate on the bed. When the sensation of Chaeryeong jerking you becomes apparent, you begin to understand what her plan is. This is a position that you’d found yourself in just a few days ago, though the participants had been Nayeon and Jihyo. They were certainly more confident than the ITZY girls, wasting little time with preparation, using your cock and mouth as they saw fit. Judging by her furtive touches and slow motions, Chaeryeong seems to be less self-assured, though when you feel the head of your cock pressing against her moist opening - along with the weight of her amazingly large cheeks settling against your thighs - it’s surprisingly devoid of awkwardness. She doesn’t miss a beat at all, slipping you inside, taking your cock into the rigid, flexing walls of her pussy.

Maybe that’s what she was doing with Sana’s dildo a few weeks ago, you think to yourself, remembering the brief encounter you’d had with Chaeryeong in the TWICE dorm. There’s no way she’s this good at it without some kind of experience.

There isn’t much opportunity to consider that point, though; you now have a tough balancing act going on: Yeji’s needy, insistent grinding on your mouth and Chaeryeong’s snug pussy on your cock. Thankfully the latter doesn’t involve too much active participation. Indeed, Chaeryeong begins riding you of her own volition, slow at first, letting out squeaking, sheepish whines that rumble from deep within her throat. There isn’t much for you to do aside from the occasional flexing of your glutes and pelvis, stuffing your cock deeper into Chaeryeong as she rubs her ass against you.

Yeji requires much more attention, though, especially considering you can feel her starting to approach her breaking point. The flavor of ass has taken on a slightly saltier tinge, and her legs have grown cool despite her fervent motions, indicating that she’s become pretty sweaty. The thick, sticky cum from her pussy coats your mouth and nose and chin, a flow that seems never ending. She finally gains the courage to vocalize her pleasure, releasing tiny, repetitive utterances that grow swifter and more urgent with each passing second:

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, faster, faster, please, please, please…”

Switching your grip so that you lock her ass against your face, you tongue her clit as fast as you possibly can, ignoring your tiredness, taking only brief pauses to swallow the accumulated nectar and spit that fills your mouth. Reaching a velocity that you’ve only recently been able to attain thanks to all your practice with Dahyun and Jeongyeon. When you hit that terminal speed, Yeji’s movements cease, her back arching, her cheeks pressing so hard into your face that you can barely breathe. She remains in that position for several seconds, letting out a withering, whimpering cry that’s barely audible to you. 

Then she falls to the side, allowing you to take a deep inhale as she crashes down to the sheets.

Chaeryeong lets out a flustered laugh at that, then bends over and lays her hands at either side of your head. There’s a demure smile on her lips, and her cheeks are alight with a pink blush. Her pussy is still wrapped around your cock, gripping it tightly, yet she’d maintained a slow pace while she waited for Yeji to finish up. That changes in an instant, each flare of her hips increasing in speed and force as she stares deeply, intensely, intimately into your eyes.

“It’s my turn, right oppa?” she asks sweetly, words hampered by her rapid, exhaling breaths. “Can you make me cum, too?”

“Y-yes,” you manage to reply, reaching down and grabbing hold of Chaeryeong’s thick cheeks, digging your fingers into their pliable flesh, spreading them wide. “I want you to cum all over my cock, Chaeryeong.”

Chaeryeong’s eyes shut tightly at your impromptu dirty talk, and she lets out a mewling moan of satisfaction. At the same time, her riding gains even more speed, the sound of her ass smacking your thighs growing loud enough to fill the room. Then she dips down further, brushing her lips to yours, sticking out her tongue and licking your face with a level of wanton abandon that you hadn’t expected from her. The bed frame begins to creak with the force of her riding, and you start timing a few tiny micro thrusts with Chaeryeong’s rhythm, using your hands to pull her up and down, to guide her into ecstasy.

Unlike Yeji, Chaeryeong’s orgasm is far from quiet. Though the younger girl is usually at least somewhat reserved, it seems that the amount of pleasure you provide for her is too much. She lets out unfettered moans as her walls constrict your cock, grinding her hips against you so fast that it hurts. Her arms lock around you, using your body to give herself as much leverage as possible, her cries echoing through your skull like a deafening symphony.

You’re unsure of how long this goes on for, but when it’s over, a panting Chaeryeong pulls back and slides herself off of your cock. She slumps to the side in much the same manner as her leader, exhausted, red-faced, and smiling giddily.

“I… can’t believe that oppa lasted this long,” Yeji says weakly from her spot beside Chaeryeong. “He still hasn’t finished yet.”

With half-lidded eyes and trembling limbs, Chaeryeong can only nod in response.

Yeji continues, effortfully propping herself up on her elbow to look at you. “Since we had so much fun with him, it’s only fair that he gets to finish, too. Wherever he wants, of course.”

At Yeji’s words you sit up, licking your lips with nervous anticipation. Admittedly, you very badly wanted to finish on Yeji’s face. It’s just so pretty and innocent and perfect, and you think she’d look absolutely beautiful with a nice coating of cum on her adorable nose, lips, and cheeks.

“C-can I cum on your face?” you ask her, feeling your cheeks grow hot, unable to look her directly in the eye. “Sorry, I know it’s kinda weird, but you’re just so beautiful…”

“Of course you can, oppa,” Yeji says, smiling warmly, laying a gentle hand on your thigh. “Like I said: wherever you want.”

With a racing heart, you kneel beside Yeji on the bed, one hand vigorously stroking your cock, the other laying against her cheek. She shuts her eyes and wrinkles her nose in preparation, still wearing that cutely crooked smile of hers. Chaeryeong cranes her head up slightly, staring at your cock with an enigmatic, salacious gaze.

It doesn’t take long at all for you to reach completion. The orgasm is massive, the type of finale that compels you to cry out in uninhibited ecstasy as thick spurts of semen erupt from your tip. As expected, you absolutely paint Yeji’s face, so much so that, even in the deepest throes of primal completion, you actually feel somewhat guilty.

The initial burst of your load spatters her nose, streaking across her cheek, a few droplets even managing to land in her hair. Yeji purses her lips as the rest of your cum releases in a liquid flow, still thick and milky yet far more fluid, running down her chin and dripping onto her mouth. You wonder if you should stop, if this is too much for her, but Chaeryeong swoops in right then, wrapping her lips around your still-leaking tip and sucking on it so hard that you let out another gasp. The younger girl sucks every last drop, pushing your hand away so that she can milk you completely dry.

Chaeryeong releases your cock shortly after, though she continues jerking it against her lips, grinning up at you as you stroke her hair.

You’re in that exact position - with a cum-covered Yeji and a naked Chaeryeong laying in front of your dripping cock - when you hear the door to the dorm opening. Immediately you spin around, just in time to see a winded Sana burst through the bedroom door.

“Oppa!” Sana exclaims, causing both Yeji and Chaeryeong to let out tandem cries of shock. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Wearing a smile that lights up her entire face, Sana saunters into the room, waving excitedly at Chaeryeong and Yeji, displaying her impressive tendency toward casualness despite the situation. 

“H-hi, Sana-unnie,” Yeji says, blushing furiously, turning away while simultaneously trying not to get any cum on the bed sheets. It’s impressive that she doesn’t, but in the process she ends up getting her entire right palm covered in semen. “Um…”

“I see you guys had some fun playing with oppa,” Sana says dismissively, reaching out and grabbing you by the hand. “But Donghyun’s gone now. I think if you climb out of Momo’s room onto the fire escape, no one should be able to see you going back to your car.”

Nodding, you scramble to pick up your towel, but Sana stops you with a tug on the arm.

“I have your clean clothes in the living room,” Sana turns toward Yeji and Chaeryeong, who are currently in the process of using a not-insignificant amount of tissues to wipe Yeji’s face clean. “You girls don’t mind if oppa changes in your living room before he leaves?”

A torrent of scrambled, reassuring words from both ITZY members, so disorganized and anxious that Sana lets out a mischievous giggle before tugging on your arm again, indicating it’s time to leave.

Before you go, however, you turn back and look at Yeji and Chaeryeong, who give you flustered, awkward half-smiles that make your heart flutter.

“I’ll see you guys later,” you say as smoothly as possible, which is to say, not smoothly at all. “It was nice getting to, uh, know you!”

Both ITZY members laugh, and Yeji’s eyes linger on yours for a half second, that prettily crooked smile etching itself into the tableau of your memory as Sana drags you away.

***

It’s already dark out by the time you return to your car. You glance behind you one last time, a swift check to ensure that you aren’t being followed. Though, that check is mostly just cursory, as you’d pretty much walked several blocks out of your way in order to avoid any chances of being detected at all.

You round the hood of your car, pulling your keys out of your pocket with a massive yawn. You’ve been up since four in the morning, and you haven't had much downtime since. It was either nonstop driving or nonstop exercise for you, and though the clock had only just struck seven, the thought of your bed had never been so poignantly enticing.

Just as you pull open your car door, however, you notice something: a piece of paper tucked beneath your windshield wiper. At first you wonder if it’s a ticket, and try to think of any parking rules you’d broken by taking this particular spot. But when you pick up the envelope and see that it’s blank, a sinking feeling fills your belly, the initial inklings of a full wave of dread. This is increased tenfold - accompanied by a shake in your fingers and a tightness in your throat - as you open up the envelope and reveal its contents.

The single piece of paper has one line written on it, typed in small letters that seem to pop out from the page despite their relatively small font:

“I know what you’ve been doing.”

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This chapter's been a long time coming, and I've been really excited to release it to you guys. Easily one of my favorites so far, considering that I'm currently head over heels for ITZY haha. The stuff with Chaeryeong was kind of teased in an earlier chapter, too, so it's nice to have a proper payoff for that. I think portraying her and Yeji as significantly shyer than the TWICE members made sense, considering they're both younger and less experienced overall. Obviously I have some bias toward Yeji because I think she's drop dead gorgeous so that's where the MC ended up finishing. Also, aside from the smut, a little bit of plot at the end, hopefully to help keep things moving along in the story. Any guesses as to who could be the one to have found him out?

In regards to my other projects, aside from wrapping up the final chapters of my Futa One-Shots "Pervert" AU, I'm going to be posting another Red Velvet Irene gangbang fic (though it'll include other members as well) later this week, working on the next update to my somewhat-neglected request series, and hopefully getting some more of "Industry Standard" and "Enraptured" started as well. All of those aside from the Futa series can be found on AO3 if you wanna check them out (:

Thanks for reading, and be sure to upvote/comment if you enjoy the content so far!