1 Yacht

Standing alone on the edge of your small yacht, Oh Hayoung looked like a painting. 

You only wished the background of her image were a little more appealing, a little less a reminder of the current state of the world; and so you chose to ignore it, focusing only on the young woman’s delightful body, the curves of her form and the wavy orange of her hair as it is blown lightly by the seabreeze.

The slowly rising sun plays lightly on her form, painting her in tones of orange and yellow and pink. You watch, intently, as she gives one last look at the shore before tucking her hair behind her ear, sighing, and turning around towards you.

You are lounging, rather lazily, on a deck chair, waiting patiently for Hayoung to tire of the view and finally turn her attention to you. You are happy to watch as she takes small steps towards you, her bright eyes and those precious lips turning up into a smile as she takes a seat on your chair next to your outstretched legs.

“How does it look out there?” you ask, knowing in advance what her answer would be.

“Same as usual,” she answers, her warm smile belying the direness of the situation of the outside world, “Shitty.”

“I dunno about that,” you answer, letting your right hand play lazily with the young woman’s forearm, tracing invisible patterns on her pale skin, “the world looks pretty good from where I’m sitting.”

Hayoung smirks at your flattery. It had been a few years now that you’d both been living on this boat; more than enough time to get used to the way you sweet talked her. She tucks her hair, stubbornly blown in front of her face by the seabreeze, back behind her ear. There is a soft smile on her lips - one that fades slightly as she returns her gaze to the shore. 

“We still have a few hours before we have to dock,” she says, forcing herself into returning her gaze to you, “whatever shall we do?”

Hayoung lets her hand lie lazily on your chest, her thin, slim fingers slowly tracing a path downward towards the pair of white summer shorts you are wearing.

“I was thinking of doing some repairs on my gear, maybe zeroing my optics-”

Hayoung’s seductive touches suddenly turn painful as she pinches your stomach.

“Hmph!” she snaps, turning her body towards the shore and crossing her arms, “fine, go mess with your gear. See if I care.”

You chuckle at her pretend-anger, and sit up to hug her from behind. You wrap your arms around her body, planting a soft kiss on her shoulder. Her gaze is once more locked upon the shore, and the darkness that lurked there.

You want to ease her discomfort, ease the worries of her mind. And so you bring a hand up to her cheek, tracing a slow line up her jawline until you are cupping the side of her face.

“Forget about that. Right now, there’s just us.”

All fear and worry drains slowly from the young woman’s face, to be replaced with warmth as she slowly comes around and takes your advice. Her face softens, and she presses her lips towards you before kissing you deeply.

It doesn’t take long for either of you to surrender completely to what was about to happen - and where in your past lives having sex on the deck of a yacht while in full view of a city’s harbour might have been daring at best and illegal at most, during these days neither of you could’ve given a damn that you were engaging in an intmate act in a very public place.

It’s not like there were any eyes around that could see you - at least, not any that cared.

And so you don’t fight it at all when Hayoung places a palm flat against your chest and pushes you back down upon the deck chair, a devilish look in her eyes as she slowly, carefully unbuttoned the shirt you were wearing, replacing each clasp with a kiss of her soft lips. You reach a hand up and caress the bright orange hair of hers as she does so, remembering fondly the moment she found the bottle of hair dye in an abandoned shopping mall and excitedly dyed her hair that very same evening.

Her fingers, so familiar with every article of clothing you own, quickly undo the button at your shorts before pulling them down your body - hooking her fingers in your boxers and dragging them down as well. Unsatisfied with simply pulling them down to your thighs, she pulls them right off your body, tossing them onto the deck.

It’s almost as if she were reading your mind, for her next action is to remove the striped blue and white top she is wearing, revealing more of her precious, silky skin and those perfect, round breasts of hers, encased in a thin white bra. Her curves were so delicious, so sexy; she wasn’t some thin waif of a girl, not some unrealistically tiny magazine model - she was young, only in her early twenties, but already every inch a woman in her physical prime.

She immediately reaches behind her and undoes the clasp of her bra, revealing those perfect mounds to you, each perfectly shaped, round and full, topped with mouth wateringly delicious looking nipples, tight and taut with arousal.

You want to reach up and squeeze them, turn her around and pin her on the deck chair while your mouth had its way with them - and you’d certainly done so numerous times in the past little while. But you decide this time to let her take the lead.

The topless girl urges you to spread your legs as she takes up position between them on the deck chair, and you watch intently as she bends down, placing soft kisses on the length of your rock hard shaft. When she takes you in her mouth you find yourself gasping loudly, the immediate pleasure of her warm, wet cavern sending delicious spikes of pleasure shooting directly up your spine.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, involuntarily. 

Hayoung smiles around a mouthful of cock, knowing that she had you fully under her control. As she begins to bob her head up and down in a familiar but no less pleasurable motion, you let your head fall back until it hits the headrest of the deck chair, eager to savor every moment of the pleasure she was giving you.

Her tongue knew just what to do with you, having had so much practice over the past while, knowing just what to do to draw out the pleasure, or get you to cum as soon as possible, or somewhere in between. Oh Hayoung could play you like a fiddle, and you were happy to make music for her.

Your hands reach down, again, almost involuntarily, to her bobbing head, searching for something, anything to grasp as her rhythm increases. You smile as you feel her full breasts bounce up and down against your thighs.

Her right hand reaches up to the base of your cock and she slowly pumps it up and down as she focuses on the very tip of your shaft, her small pink tongue dancing in random patterns around the sensitive head. A wicked smile appears on her lips as she locks eyes with you - one that turns into intense concentration as she once more takes your full length inside her mouth and continues to blow you.

You sigh once more in pleasure, trying to find something, anything to distract you from the feeling of your shaft pumping in and out of Hayoung’s mouth. You don’t want to look at the shore, or any of the buildings around the harbour, afraid of seeing something that might upset you - and so you have no choice but to return your gaze to the young woman working between your legs. For long, happy minutes, you let Hayoung suck your cock, revelling in every second of pleasure she gives you.

After awhile you notice her squirming, her hips and thighs quivering and rubbing against each other. The pleasure stops suddenly as Hayoung lets your shaft out of her mouth.

“I need you inside me now,” she hisses, before standing suddenly and practically tearing off the tight white pants she was wearing, right along with her panties - leaving her completely naked.

She wastes no time in straddling you, reaching between your bodies to grasp your slick cock - and within seconds you are inside her.

She was so quick to take something she wanted, and going from enjoying your blowjob to suddenly being inside her pussy was something of a shock to you; but this was no time to complain, not when her body was so tight and wet and slick around your shaft as she takes you in to the hilt.

You do your best to enjoy what was happening, enjoy the form of Hayoung’s perfect, curvy body as she slowly ground her hips and thighs against you in an attempt to adjust to your size. The world was so dark now, so full of sadness and fear that you had to relish every moment of good and pleasure that came into your life - and this was certainly one of them.

Hayoung begins to bounce on your cock, riding you in earnest, placing her hands flat on your chest as she works into a rhythm, taking your shaft in and out of her tight body eagerly and wantonly, as though she were chasing a peak that was ever so slightly out of her reach.

Her eyes are shut, her mouth open and emitting a chorus of soft gasps and moans. She can barely form coherent words, so focused is she on increasing the pleasure that is so quickly ramping up inside her young body - but she manages, somehow, to at least put a few together.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

You reach your hands down to her ass, squeezing the soft mounds, happy to let her set her own pace.

“You too, baby… fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Mmm… mmm!”

And so you both go on for long, pleasureable minutes, Hayoung dictating the pace, sometimes riding you fast and hard, other times happy to grind her full hips against your crotch, rubbing her clit against the base of your cock. Her hair disheveled, her pale skin covered with a thin film of sweat, a thin line of drool falling from the corner of her mouth as she is too drunk with pleasure to rub it away - but she looked utterly perfect in that moment, so utterly beautiful, that you wanted to capture it, wanted that moment to last forever.

When she orgasms, her body turning into a mass of quivering, shaking flesh that tightens around your cock, it takes her by surprise. Perhaps it was the audaciousness of sex on a deck of a boat in what should have been a busy harbour, only a few years ago - perhaps it was a release of the nervousness and tension of the task that lay ahead for the both of you that night. But you liked to believe it was due to the passion she felt for you, and her thankfulness at being spared from the darkness of the world, if even for a moment, by the act you two shared.

Whatever the reason, when Hayoung lets her upper  body fall down to your chest, she barely has enough energy to bring her mouth to your ear.

“Your turn, baby.”

You give her a soft kiss on the forehead before reaching down and easing your cock from between her legs, stepping off the deck chair momentarily before taking up position behind her. Hayoung quickly catches on and prepares herself to be taken from behind.

From this point of view she was facing away from the shore; you made sure of it.

Not that you minded, taking the young woman from behind as you had many times before - you didn’t think you’d ever grow tired of watching her curvy, full hips as they crashed against your crotch again and again and again, each thrust into her tight flesh earning a gasp or a moan of pleasure from one or both of you as your cock drives deeper and deeper into her willing depths. You reach down and grasp her hips, delighting in the feel of her warm skin, parting her full cheeks slightly to better view her tight asshole, and the splayed lips of her pussy around your pistoning cock.

Hayoung’s body responds lustily to this new position, the high tones of her gasps and moans resuming, her tightness increasing around your shaft even as it lathers it with more and more of her slick, clear juices.

“Oh, oh fuck, baby… fuck… fuck… ohh!”

You could have listened to her forever, gladly frozen time in that moment to enjoy the view of her body bent over for you as you fuck her with increasing roughess, seeking some comfort in her warm body that would distract you from the other worries in your life. You want to fight the upcoming peak of pleasure that you wanted to attain and avoid all at the same time; it promised unrivalled pleasure in a world full of darkness, but at the same time you wanted to hold it off, wanted to remain frozen at the precipice.

Your efforts are in vain, as they always are, and you soon find yourself tumbling ever close to the inevitable edge.

“Fuck, Hayoung, I’m gonna cum.”

You never came inside her, aside from a few times when you both were feeling extraordinarily risky. She’d run out of birth control long ago and you didn’t have any condoms in your stash - and you both knew a possible pregnancy was the last thing you wanted, not in this world.

And so you aren’t surprised when Hayoung pulls herself forward, your hard cock slipping out of her body, the cool breeze chilling the juices that have made it slick and shiny in the orange hues of daybreak. Hayoung turns her body around, spreads her legs so that you are on your knees between them, and reaches down with her hands to caress your hips. You grasp your shaft with your right hand, delighting for a moment in the feel of her wet, sticky juices on your hard cock.

“Cum for me, baby,” Hayoung gasps, her face lost in a mask of pleasure and need, “Cum for me. Please. Make me yours. I want it. I want your cum on my body. I want you to cum all over me.”

For a moment nothing exists aside from the pleasure coursing through your body, up and down your spine and through your limbs and every single ounce of your body as you finally reach that peak and tumble helplessly over it. Your shaft spasms as it sends stream after stream of thick, hot semen unto Oh Hayoung’s willing, wanton body, her torso squirming and writhing with each strand of cum that lands slickly onto her chest.

You’re pretty sure you black out for a moment, so strong is your orgasm - but when you finally gather the wits to open your eyes again, you watch, intently, as Hayoung’s body squirms on the deck chair, her body painted with white streaks of your warm semen. One of her hands has drifted down to the moist, slick flesh between her legs, where she plays idly with her lips. The other hand is toying, suggestively, with a strand of semen on her left breast, gathering the slick liquid with her fingertip before fondling her own taut nipple with the moistened finger.

“We need to keep an eye out for pills next time we’re on land,” she says, the sentiment oddly practical given the sheer lewdness of the situation.

“Mmmm?” you answer, still in a daze as you recover from your orgasm.

“I want this cum inside me,” she answers, “and I want it soon.”

---

You aren’t sure how you managed to get into the lower deck of the yacht and into bed, but when you awake it is due to the sound of a sharp crack - a sound that you’d grown used to over the past few years. Dragging yourself from bed, you throw on your shirt and a pair of shorts before you shamble up the stairs to the main deck.

On her belly, atop the very same deck chair that you had fucked on earlier that afternoon, Oh Hayoung is perched behind her M14. You watch as she tracks a target on shore through the scope atop the rifle before slowly bringing her finger to the trigger and pulling. Another sharp crack, and a shadowy figure on shore falls over.

“Awake, sleepyhead?” she asks, not breaking her cheekweld on the stock of the heavy rifle, her eyes still peering through the telescopic sight, looking for another target.

You shake the last vestiges of drowsiness from your head. Gunfire had a way of waking anybody up.

“Yup. I see you’re ready to go.”

“Just doing some prep work,” the girl says as she ejects the magazine from the large rifle and racks the charging handle, catching the ejected round out of the air and re-inserting it into the magazine for later use. It amazed you, sometimes, that someone who looked so outwardly innocent and non-threatening could handle a deadly weapon with all the ease and experience of a hardened soldier.

As Hayoung puts the M14 away you throw on your gear - the mish mash of tactical and hunting equipment you’d scavenged over the years. Hayoung does the same. You reach over and buckle up the chest rig that holds her ammunition and medical supplies, while tosses you a few magazines for your carbine that she’d preloaded while you were asleep. You slip the magazines into your own chest rig, and slip your weapon sling over your shoulders, finding small comfort in the familiarity of the weapon’s weight on your body.

You steer the yacht slowly towards the shore, and closer to the dock that you’d both decided would make a good landing point the day before. Down the road was what looked like an abandoned convenience store that didn’t look too run down, and promised the possibility of precious supplies. Hayoung had been doing some scouting through the scope of her M14 and picked out a few other points of interest along the city’s waterfront that you intended to check out.

As you dock, Hayoung tosses a rope onto one of the anchors on the floating platform. She shoulders her primary weapon, a suppressed MPX submachine gun she had scavenged from the hands of a long dead SWAT officer in some other city down the coast. She sighs, turning on the red dot optic perched atop it. The girl takes a deep breath before pulling the charging handle and chambering a round. She draws her sidearm, an old 1911 she had found in an old hunting cabin, and chambers a round in that too before placing it back in her hip holster.

“Watch my back?” she says, the soft smile on her lips betraying the intensity of the situation.

You are about to answer back with some sarcastic quip when you notice the shadow of a walker appear from behind a storage shed on the dock, not fifty feet from your docked ship. Without even thinking you raise your carbine, place the red donut of your holographic sight onto the walker’s head, and pull the trigger. A soft crack, and the round returns the shambling creature to the grave for a second, permanent time.

“I watched your back this morning,” you answer as you lower your carbine, “maybe tonight I can watch your front.”

Hayoung smiles, shoulders her weapon, and hops onto the dock, her weapon up, heading towards the convenience store across the street.

In a better world, she should have been walking into that convenience store to buy some drinks for her and her friends to enjoy on the beach. Or perhaps a carton of milk on her way home from work; maybe a chocolate bar as a quick, afternoon sugar boost to get her through her work day in one of the tall glass skyscrapers that lined the city’s waterfront.

In this world she is entering it with a weapon to defend herself against unthinkable creatures, hoping for some scrap of food or useful tool that might aid in making her already difficult life a little easier.

The power to give her the life she deserved was beyond you; the world was too far gone, perhaps. All you could do was ensure her life didn’t end today - ensure that her story didn’t end in some abandoned convenience store at the hands and teeth of something that should have stayed dead the first time it was killed.

You raise your carbine to your shoulder and follow Hayoung into the store.

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Author’s note: Whelp, that took an unexpected turn, didn’t it? Stuck at home due to world events watching some old k-pop MVs, and this one popped into my head so I banged it out in one sitting. I didn't do any major editing so it's proably a little sloppy. Kinda unnecessarily dark, I know, but I promise the next chapter of Business Trip will have a lighter tone.

I hope that you’re staying safe, wherever you are. This too shall pass. :) 

2 Diamond

She was breathtaking.

But it was the glint of the hotel room light on the bright, large diamond atop the ring finger on her left hand that caught your attention.

But who were you to question? You weren’t out there trying to sleep with another man’s wife, but she was so gorgeous, so utterly beautiful, that you quickly found yourself giving in to your baser desires.

And moreover, you were colleagues - well, you worked for the same company at least, if in different offices. You rarely saw her at work, aside from the company summer picnic or other large gatherings - like the company convention you were currently at, thousands of miles away from the city where your respective offices were situated.

Oh, and you were also technically of a higher rank in the company than her - you a director, and she a junior manager.

So she was married, and a co-worker, and technically a subordinate; the royal flush of red flags. But how could you say no to a woman like her? How could anyone, out here in a different city so far from home? Who would say no?

And so, when after a few minutes of flirtatious small talk in the busy hotel bar she asked you what room you were in, all thought of refusing her advances quickly fled your mind and you quickly gave her your room number. Shooting you a wink and look that dripped with lust and need and desire, she gathered her purse and sauntered towards the elevators, your eyes glued to every step made by that luscious, perfectly sculpted frame of hers.

When the knock on your door came, you did your best to seem nonchalant as you opened your door - as if you weren’t spending every second pacing the admittedly luxurious trappings of your executive suite, nervously awaiting her arrival. When the heavy door opens she is standing there in the same pale green trenchcoat she had carried with her at the bar - your mind races, wondering perhaps what she was wearing beneath it (if anything at all!) but you do your best to sound as cavalier and nonchalant as you could as you greet her.

“Mrs. Kim,” you say, as casually as your lips and mouth are able to form the words, “come in.”

No greeting back - just a sly smile, a seemingly shy brushing of her hair back behind her left ear; her ring catches the hallway light as she steps into your suite.

“This is quite the room,” she says, loitering in the large foyer of your room.

“It’s company dime,” you answer. You step past her towards the coffee table, where you’d placed the glass of whiskey you’d helped yourself to. “Drink?”

A small shake of her head is her only response. There is a deviousness in her eyes, a look of sly contemplation, as though she were a predator stalking prey.

“So how can I help you, Mrs. Kim?” you ask as you take a seat on the fine leather couch that dominated the room’s seating area.

“Please,” she says, giving you a small shake of her head, “Seolhyun is fine.”

You let a smirk appear on your lips as you reply, knowing she probably didn’t want to use that prefix because it would remind her she were married.

“Fine then, Seolhyun. How can I help you?”

She bites her lip, fidgets nervously with her feet, still clad in expensive looking black high heels.

“I think maybe you should tell me how I can help you, seeing as you’re technically my director.”

Your smirk deepens. You take a sip of your drink, trying and perhaps failing to seem ascalm and cavalier as you could about this entire situation.

“I have a few ideas.”

“And what were those?”

“I’ll have to think about it. Perhaps we can start with you getting a little more comfortable.”

It’s Seolhyun’s turn to smirk now. Perhaps she were wondering how long it would take for her to take the coat off. She undoes the belt at her waist before slowly undoing the coat’s large brown buttons. When the buttons are undone she pulls it over her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor.

Your breath catches in your throat when you take in her body, clad only in a lacy red bra and matching panties. She was utterly perfect - tall, thin, but still curvy in all the right places. All covered with tight, creamy skin, toned and defined to just the right amount by long hours spent in the gym. It was a body to die for, and you quickly found yourself having to remind yourself to breathe, lest it quite literally claim you as a victim.

You take another sip of your drink, trying to find something, anything, to make you seem more composed than you actually were.

“Maybe,” she begins, taking slow, small steps towards you on the couch, “maybe I can make you comfortable while you think of what you want from me.”

She bends over slightly, giving you an enticing view of those perfectly shaped breasts of hers, pushed up and together by lingerie that created a deep, wonderful looking cleavage. She grasps your glass in her left hand, the diamond on her finger catching the same light as the amber liquid and the shiny vessel that contained it.You catch her eyes for just a moment - and the devilish intent that lurked there - before she raises the glass to her lips and downs the contents in one shot.

She tosses the empty glass onto the couch before straddling you, those long, perfect legs of hers on either side of your waist as she climbs onto your lap. You suddenly find yourself overwhelmed by her - her toned limbs, that perfectly flat stomach, and those delicious looking breasts - it was all almost a little too much to handle all at once. Her bra and panties - bright red - are almost like one last warning sign; one last opportunity to call this whole thing off.

But when she kisses you - a kiss that tasted of whiskey and lust - you quickly find all reason flying out the window.

When her tongue plays across your lips and quickly darts into your mouth, you find yourself welcoming it. Any thought of stopping this had long since passed. There was only sin ahead - delicious, devious, wonderful sin.

Your kiss deepens, and you find your hands unconsciously moving to her hips as she writhes atop your lap - the first skin on skin contact. Her flesh is warm and smooth beneath your palms as you caress her hips. Her own hands have found their way to your neck, her right palm finding its way to the back of your neck to cradle your head while she kisses you.

She breaks the kiss, eventually - and you find yourself unexpectedly saddened by the loss of her lips on yours. But the contact doesn’t remain broken for long - soon she traces a small path along your jawline with kisses, until she reaches your left ear.

“I’m here for you. I’m going to make you feel good,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper, “and then you can do whatever you want to me.”

You find yourself wondering, absentmindedly, if there were any sexier words in the English language. But when Seolhyun slips her lips from your ear and begins to trace a path down to your neck, and then to your collarbone, you find yourself unable to think of words at all.

Seolhyun slowly undoes your shirt, leaving a kiss behind on your chest after each button as though she were apologizing to your chest for exposing itself. When she reaches the midpoint of your chest she slickly slips off your lap and onto her knees between your legs - and when she does so you steel yourself for the pleasure that you know is about to come.

She undoes your belt and removes your pants next - something you are more than happy to assist her with, lifting your butt off the couch and letting her slide the suddenly unwelcome garments from your legs, Seolhyun hooking her fingers into the waistband of your boxers and ensuring they joined your pants on the floor as well. When her eyes take in your erect shaft there is a devilish look in her eyes - the look of a predator again, but this time it is one that is closer, one that is just about to pounce.

Pounce might be the perfect word for what she does next, because the look in her eyes and the eagerness you saw there were fitting indeed. She takes your shaft in her hands first, wrapping long, slim fingers around your cock before slowly pumping up and down, giving you a few firm strokes as though measuring and appreciating the length of it. She licks her lips - and you find yourself tensing in anticipation. She bends her head, sticks out her wet, pink tongue, and licks your shaft from base to tip, her eyes locked on yours the entire time.

When she takes you into her mouth it is outright heavenly; only full on sex came close to it. Her mouth is so warm, so wet and slick around your cock as she begins to bob her mouth up and down. She begins with the tip and the first few inches at first, but soon she is taking as much of your cock into her wet cavern as she can, finding and settling into a delicious, wonderful rhythm.

You lean your head back as you let a soft sigh escape your lips, afraid that looking down and watching Kim Seolhyun giving you a blowjob would be too much for your fragile senses to handle. The pleasure builds quickly, only increasing as Seolhyun begins to jerk the base of your cock with her hands in time with her bobbing mouth.

You can’t help but look down - can’t help but watch her brown hair bounce up and down on your glistening shaft as it pistons in and out of her mouth.

And you can’t help but watch the glint of light on her diamond ring as its owner’s hand pumps up and down on another man’s cock.

But any thought of guilt, any thought of regret has long since fled your mind, replaced only by sheer, mind addling pleasure as the married woman between your legs takes you in and out of her mouth. You wonder what you did to deserve this - sitting in a luxurious hotel room, getting a blowjob, and likely more, from an impossibly gorgeous woman.

You reach down to the side of her face, pulling stray hairs back and tucking it behind her ear. You leave your hand there, caressing the side of her head as it continues to bounce up and down. She is twisting her left hand around your shaft now in a corkscrew motion, all the while not stopping her rhythm as she continues to take as much of your rock hard shaft as she can into her wet, warm mouth.

At the peak of each bounce, when just the tip of your cock is in her mouth, she swirls her tongue around the head, up and around and underneath the tip, and you think you might go insane.

“Fuck, Seolhyun,” you say, the words a hiss from your lips.

Seolhyun lets your cock escape those perfect pink lips of hers.

“Does it feel good?” she asks, still pumping the base of your cock with her left hand, still darting out her tongue to play idly with the tip of your cock.

“Hell yes,” you answer immediately, “I’m jealous of your husband.”

“Don’t be,” she answers quickly, “after tonight, it should be him that’s jealous of you.”

Seolhyun rises from between your legs, and once again you find yourself momentarily disappointed at the momentary distance between you - especially if it meant an end to the blowjob she was giving you. But when she turns around, presenting you with that perfect backside of hers - you quickly cease any potential protest.

She looks over her shoulder at you, giving you a look that is all lust and need, before reaching behind her and undoing the clasp of her bra, letting the lacy, expensive looking garment fall to the floor. Then she bends over - giving you a perfect view of those wide, perfect hips and luscious thighs - before reaching down and slipping off her panties. When she turns around, naked now except for her black heels - you find yourself unable to speak.

“Fuck,” you say, because it is the only word that comes to mind.

Seolhyun smirks as you give her a head to toe glance, your eyes drinking in her perfectly shaped, perky breasts and the utterly mouth watering nipples atop them, as well as that wonderful gap between her thighs and the prize that awaited between them.

When she is satisfied that your eyes had had their fill, she straddles you again on the couch, her lips quickly finding yours as you kiss. Your lips crash together with a little more desire, a little more passion this time, both of you enjoying the heat of your naked bodies pressing against each other, delighting in the feel of bare, flushed skin against your own.

This time it’s your turn to trace a path down Seolhyun’s jawline and down her neck, enjoying each peck of her soft, creamy skin beneath your lips as you find the softest, warmest part of her neck and kiss it hard, sure to leave a mark on her. Seolhyun gasps - the first such sound of desire that had left her lips, and surely not the last.

“Fuck,” she hisses, her turn now to curse as you feast on her long, perfect neck. Her neck is gorgeous, and you would have happily spent longer there, but you knew the real prize was yet to come.

Your hands travel up her sides, and soon they are finding and cupping her breasts from the sides, not quite wanting to squeeze them just yet - wanting to tease her, wanting to build the anticipation in her body. But Seolhyun is not as patient as you, and she brings her hands atop yours before pulling them over her breasts so that you are fully cupping her mounds, her hands squeezing yours as you clutch her chest.

She lets another gasp escape her lips - one that quickly turns into a soft, sultry moan as you bend your head and capture her left nipple in your mouth, your tongue swirling and teasing the hard bud mercilessly.

“Oh, fuck!” she pants, “Yes, baby… mmm!”

You take her words to mean that she enjoys the liberties you are taking with her breasts, and you leave her saliva covered nipple to switch to its twin, bathing her right breast with kisses and licks before capturing her nipple in your mouth and sucking, teasing, and flicking the hard bud with your tongue. All the while your hands are playing with her chest, squeezing and cupping and teasing the wonderfully delicious mounds of flesh.

Seolhyun is a writhing mess atop your lap now, her naked hips squirming and swirling around your lap until, perhaps unintentionally, her crotch brushes up against your erect shaft. You both let a soft exhalation leave your lips at that first contact.

Seolhyun takes the unintentional contact further, bringing her hips forward and capturing your shaft between your stomach and hers, and soon she is grinding on your cock - and you feel the wetness of her pussy begin to press against the underside of your shaft, the first few slick patches of her juices lathering your shaft.

“Mmm… does… that feel good?” she asks, although you both knew the answer already.

“Fuck yeah,” you manage to say, your mouth and face still stuffed with her breasts.

“Do you like… my tits?”

“MmmMmmmhm,” you say, hoping your answer was clear given that the erect bud of her nipple was still in your mouth as you speak.

“I think… you’ll like my pussy more.”

Seolhyun lifts her body up, temporarily tearing your mouth from her breast; before you have time to protest, however, she is reaching between your bodies to grasp your already slick shaft, lining up the head with her hot, dripping opening.

Seolhyun’s body was utterly captivating, but it all paled in comparison to actually being inside her - which was utterly sublime. Her pussy was tight and wet and warm and every possible wonderful adjective that could describe her body would still fail to describe the feeling of first entering her.

The sharp moan that leaves her lips is evidence of her own failure to form coherent words around the feeling of your cock entering her - and it is a moan that falls into a deep, sultry wordless sound of pleasure as she takes you into the hilt.

You both take a moment to relish the feeling.

“You’re so fucking big,” Seolhyun says as she brings her lips to your ear in a breathless gasp, “Fuck… so big and thick. I feel so full.”

“And you’re so fucking tight, Seolhyun,” you answer, “your husband must love this pussy.”

“Not as much as you will,” she hisses, before she draws your shaft outside of her body for the first time. Your cock glistens with her slick juices.

She begins to ride you - but she only takes the top half of your cock into her body at a time. She twists and grinds and swirls her hips atop you, taking the head of your cock in and out of her tightly grasping lips with each dip of her body.

The feeling is wonderful; initially you were hoping she would ride you hard and take you fully in and out of her body, but this new, unexpected technique was working wonders for the both of you, if the slowly rising stream of moans and gasps that leave Seolhyun’s lips is any indication.

It also gave you a perfect view of her body - of that perfect, goddess-level body of hers as it writhed atop your lap. She leans forward slightly, her left hand grasping the back of her skull as her breasts bounce mere inches from your face; you give them a quick suck, but you are content as well to watch them move to the motions of their owner as she bounces atop you.

Seolhyun is quickly finding any trace of resolve leave her body as she lets the quickly building pleasure wash over her. The constant stream of moans and swear words that leave her mouth are music to your ears as she reaches a hand back to grasp your left knee, and you reciprocate by bringing a hand to her hip, not guiding her or pressing her down - just enjoying the rhythm she has set for herself as she takes the top half and head of your cock in and out of her slick, wet pussy.

Soon her pace quickens, and soon you realize that the pleasure building in her body is outpacing your own; something you were quite happy to let her do.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” she gasps, “so fucking good. Is it… good for you.. Too?”

“Fuck yes, Seolhyun.”

“Fuck… fuck… fuck, I need all of you.”

Seolhyun leans forward now, her breasts dangling deliciously in front of you as she embraces your shoulders - and begins to ride you harder, this time taking more and more of your shaft inside her body until she is fully riding you, the entire length of your cock spearing in and out of her tightly grasping pussy with each bounce of her body.

“Oh, fuck!” she groans, “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking big!”

You are unable to answer, so focused are you on reaching down and grasping her bouncing butt, delighting in the feel of her firm, full ass cheeks in each of your palms. The feel of her pussy, tightening and quivering around your shaft, is completely breathtaking - but thankfully, Seolhyun seems much closer to her peak than you are. You content yourself with grasping the girl’s ass as she bounces atop your cock, her round breasts bouncing erotically in front of your face and her moans filling your ears.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck… I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m gonna cum on your cock.”

“Fucking cum for me, Seolhyun.”

“Oh fuck… Oh fuck… Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

When Seolhyun cums it is another one of those moments when you have to remind yourself to breathe; the feeling of her pussy as it clamps down on your cock, as she quivers and quakes and moans her pleasure atop you is almost too much and you might have passed out were it not for your conscious effort to keep breathing as the goddess atop you relishes the pleasure coursing through her veins.

It might have taken moments - it might have taken hours. Seolhyun crushes your face against her upper chest, and you are happy to be pressed against her hot, sweaty flesh; but eventually she raises her body from yours as the pleasure finally subsides. You relish in the sight of her flushed skin, glistening now with a thin film of sweat from her exertions.

Best of all is the look of sheer pleasure on her face; one with the last vestiges of orgasm still painted upon her perfectly sculpted features, atop that cute button nose and those wonderful cheeks, and those wonderful lips that were at the same time angelic and devilish.

“Fuck,” she gasps, before diving back into a kiss with you, this one tempered somewhat by her exhaustion but still rife with lust and desire. She is first to break the kiss again, straightening up her spine so she is sitting straight atop your lap, your cock still buried to the hilt inside her.

“Have you thought about what you want to do to me?”

More than a few impure thoughts course through your mind at the sight of the naked woman sitting in your lap, still impaled fully upon your erect cock, her perfect, round breasts glistening from sweat and your saliva as she asks you, almost innocently, what you want to do with her glorious body.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel it tomorrow,” you state, surprising yourself, and her, if sly grin on her face is any indication, with your forthrightness.

“Then fucking take me,” she says, answering your advances with her own, “As hard as you want. Fuck me. Own me. Use me.”

You are thankful that you’d been working out recently, because you are able to pick Seolhyun up from the couch with her still in your lap, and with your cock still fully embedded inside her. She gasps, partly from the pleasure of your shifting flesh inside her, and partly from surprise as you stand up and carry her to the nearby large king bed, its sheets still pristine and clean - but not for much longer.

Her breasts give a delicious looking bounce as she is deposited atop the soft fabric, and she lets out a little giggle, but the innocence is frail and fleeting, soon leaving her face altogether as you begin to pump in and out of her wet, tight body, her pussy grasping tightly around your thrusting shaft, lathering it with her slick juices.

She yelps, partially in surprise that you’d begun at such a frantic pace; but when you reach a solid pace, thrusting in and out of her body, she soon has no more ability to think, much less resist as you begin to fuck her.

You are standing now, delighting in the sight of the impossibly perfect woman as she writhes atop the bed, her breasts and thighs bouncing deliciously with each impact of your thrusts, burying your full length inside her with each entry. She casts her head back, her mouth an open, frozen “o” as she moans and gasps with each thrust between her widely spread legs. Her hands grasp futilely around the sheets, grasping handfuls of crisp white cotton in an attempt to find some outlet for the pleasure caused by the pumping hard shaft between her thighs. Your own hands press down upon the flushed skin of her soft thighs, spreading them apart further, giving you a perfect view of your shaft as it spears in and out of her slick pussy.

“Yes! Yes… fuck me like that!” she gasps, her eyes shut now, the only existence in her world the hard meat pumping in and out of her body.

“You like this, Seolhyun? Does your… husband fuck you like this?”

“Oh, fuck.. No… no, he can’t fuck me like you do… Oh, oh god!”

Her body continues to be rocked by each of your thrusts, and you find yourself uncaring about whether you were fucking her too hard or too roughly; she not only gave you permission but stated outright that she wanted this - wanted you to have your way with her, wanted you to use her.

And so you go on, delighting in watching the young woman become a quivering, shuddering mess atop the bed as her body is ravaged by each thrust of your shaft into her wanton body. 

You would have been happy to continue at your current pace until your quickly approaching orgasm eventually found its way to you and you threw yourself over its welcoming edge; but you wanted more - wanted her to really feel every thrust of your hard cock inside her soft, warm pussy.

And so you pull out - earning a gasp of equal parts surprise and disappointment from the startled girl. But then when you grasp her wide hips and turn her around, and when she sits on her knees atop the bed, her feet, still covered with those black high heels dangling off the edge, her face down and her ass up in presentation to you - she had little time for disappointment. Not when you grasp her ass cheeks, and certainly not when you drive your hard cock inside her once more, burying yourself inside her to the hilt.

You let yourself enjoy the lust-filled moan that escapes Seolhyun’s hips, the deep, utterly erotic sound that could only come from a woman being filled with cock. Satisfied, you begin to fuck her again, relishing the feel of the newfound tightness this position brought, both from the position and her efforts to squeeze down on your cock and give you the same pleasure you had brought her.

Every thrust seems to last forever; time has lost all meaning, Kim Seolhyun’s body having taken away all capability of rational thought from your mind.

You fuck the mewling, quivering, moaning girl for long, pleasureable minutes, enjoying the feel of her firm ass cheeks beneath your palms, the sweat glistening on her toned, tight back, the chorus of wordless pleasure emanating from her lips. You smack her ass once, twice, three times, until the flesh is flushed and red. All the while your cock pumps in and out of her, enjoying the feel of hot, wet pussy wrapped around it.

You near orgasm - and as much as the sight of Seolhyun bent over and simply taking your cock was surely enough to make any man cum - you wanted more. With your left hand you reach down, past her shoulder and around the front of her neck, pulling her up until she is upright on the bed, in a squatting, kneeling position.

Her hair has fallen messily in front of her face, but the pleasure written upon her features is unmistakable. Your hand tightens around her throat.

All the while your cock is pumping in and out of her, the sounds of wet flesh hitting wet flesh the background to the litany of wordless pleasure escaping Seolhyun’s mouth.

“You like… being fucked like this, Seolhyun?”

“Fuck… fuck… yes… fuck… fuck me!” she gasps, hardly able to form those words. Drool drips from the corner of her lips, all thought of decorum thrown out the window by the hard, thick flesh pumping in and out of her body. Your right hand snakes around her quivering torso, squeezing a soft breast. With both hands grasping handfuls of her flesh, you pull her back towards you, wracking her body with hard thrust after hard thrust.

You bring her head backward with the hand at her throat, so your mouth is next to her ear.

“You like being fucked hard like this? You like having your pussy being fucking used?”

“Yes… yes… fuck… yes!”

“You like it when another man cums in your fucking pussy?”

“Yes!” she cries, the word almost a shout, “Please… fucking cum in me… fill me… fill me with your cum… fuck. Cum… cum inside me!”

Her words finally break you - as if the tightness of her slick pussy and the perfectly sculpted, sweaty body writhing in your hands was not enough. You drive yourself as deep as you possibly can within Seolhyun - a thrust so hard her body literally quivers afterwards, as if maybe you’d reached some point deeper inside her than you thought you were capable of. Buried to the hilt inside her you finally let go.

Your cock spasms with each spurt of hot, thick semen that it sends into her body. Seolhyun moans with each jet of hot cum that enters her, the thick seed painting the inside of her with white. The pleasure makes you dizzy.

You suddenly find yourself momentarily unable to stand, and it takes the greatest of effort to remain upright as your cock finishes emptying itself inside the young woman’s body. The grip of your hands, one on her throat and one on her breast, finally loosen. Seolhyun lets a long, wordless gasp escape her lips as she falls forward facedown on the bed, unable or unwilling to hold herself up with her hands.

You are content to watch her there struggle to find her breath; you are struggling to do the same. The sight of her ass, and your cock still buried inside her, brings a smile to your exhausted lips. Already your cum is appearing from around her cock-stuffed pussy lips, evidently overflowing from her body. You give her a few last thrusts, a few last strokes of your shaft into her sore, spent pussy - you want to fuck your cum deeper and deeper inside her, as deep into her body as it could go.

When you are finally satisfied, you slowly bring your exhausted hands to her ass, and, slowly, draw your shaft out of her body. Her pussy is outright drenched in your thick, white seed, and when you finally completely withdrawn your sensitive cock from her you are delighted to see a significant stream of your cum emerge from between her splayed lips, dripping down her thighs and onto the formerly pristine white sheets of the hotel bed.

You fall on the bed next to her, unable to do much more other than breathe. Seolhyun has finally gotten off her knees to collapse fully onto the bed, still facedown, uncaring of the mess you left between her legs that is staining the sheets. You turn your head enough to see that Seolhyun is facing you, her hair still a mess. She pushes strands away from her face.

“Wait here,” she murmurs, before summoning her final reserves of strength to push herself off the bed. You watch as she stands on quivering legs, bringing a hand to her crotch in some vain attempt at keeping the white cum that was dripping out of her legs from falling to the floor. She squats over her long forgotten trenchcoat to retrieve a small object before quickly rejoining you on the bed.

“This belongs to you.”

In her hands is a silver wedding band - yours. She slips it onto your left ring finger, a soft smile on her lips.

You want to say something, want to profess your love for her or something cheesy like that; and you see in her eyes that she wants to do the same. But neither of you can find the strength or the words, and so you kiss her softly, then you gather your wife in your arms and let you both drift off to sleep.

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Author's note: A quick PWP I banged out in a single sitting because Seolhyun is fucking hot. Didn't edit it very much so expect some typos lol. Anyway, be sure to leave a comment because those always inspire me to write more. Be sure to check out my other story - Dream Girls - if you haven't already. It's more TWICE focused... woohoo upcoming TWICE comeback!

Be safe out there everyone!

Speechless

On stage, Miyoui Mina always seemed like she was above it all - possessed of an ethereal gracefulness, seeming to float above the stage like some fairy from a medieval fairy tale, borne aloft by gossamer wings, too light and airy for this world. Her demeanor matched her aura, polite and reserved, as though the burdens and worries of normal human beings were beneath her.

But if she was somehow exempt from such base things as human burdens and worries, she was not without human needs - including sexual ones.

When she leaves the stage following a performance, she pulls you into an empty supply closet - her hands, light and dainty as though they were a painting brought to life - taking you gently by the shirt sleeve and pulling you into the dark room. Her eyes are intense, filled with need, yet remaining the same sense of regal composure she always had; a princess, her desire having been sparked by a trifle she spied in a shop window.

And when she has her way with you - stripping your clothes off with those same thin, perfect fingers and stroking your already stiff shaft with her soft palm - you are powerless to resist, the same way helpless knights were caught in the spell of forest spirits, or sailors by sirens of the high seas, or hoplites by the medusas of Greek myth. She is powered by adrenaline and caffeine and the high of recent performance - you are enraptured by grace and beauty and the touch of Aphrodite given human form.

When you enter her from behind as you press her light, slim form against the wall, you feel almost unworthy, as though you are defiling something perfect with your dirtiness. But her moans, and those wordless gasps that leave her mouth are like music to your ears - a siren’s song, a mermaid’s call.

She is beautiful, she is otherworldly, she is perfect. Her skin is soft and perfect and unblemished, her face perfectly sculpted, even as it is wracked in the throes of wanton pleasure, and between those long, perfectly sculpted legs, the feel of her body wrapped around you as you thrust in and out of her makes you feel like you might lose your mind - and you would’nt give a damn about it, wouldn’t care that you literally fucked yourself to death inside her, smiling happily as you pass into the next world.

She reaches her peak first - a blessing, given how close you were to yours - and the sound that leaves her throat is utterly beautiful, like music being heard by a deaf man for the first time.

When you release yourself inside her you wonder what you did to deserve such pleasure. When she leaves the room satisfied and dripping, she leaves you behind as well - wondering what other earthly pleasure could possibly match what she had given you.

You want to say something to her as she leaves, but you realize she hadn’t said a word the whole time, and perhaps it was because human language could not possibly hope to begin to describe the way she made you feel.

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I wrote the above prompt in about 15 minutes from a Tumblr ask (the prompt was "Mina leaves the stage high on adrenaline, pulls you into a closet and has her way with you and does so without saying a word"), and was feeling in a bit of a poetic mood so that's why the language is so different from my usual stuff. Trying different writing styles out, i guess. Let me know what you think below, and visit me on tumblr at https://lockefanfic.tumblr.com/ where you can also msg me directly, perhaps to send me a prompt of your own :)

6 Lavender and Red

This oneshot is based off the following Tumblr ask:

How about a scenario where Tzuyu is waiting for her turn to do her photoshoot, and you got horny based on the outfit she’s wearing so you drag her to a dressing room and fuck her with the outfit on. Maybe add on another member finding out at the end?

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She is perfect - glamorous, alluring, elegant - an idol in every sense of the word, a naturally pretty young woman elevated to goddess level by human product and effort. She is sitting like a princess upon her throne as stylists and makeup artists put the finishing touches on the perfect image of womanhood they are creating, buzzing around her like bees around their queen, a storm of makeup palettes and hairbrushes. With a final nod, they tell her she is done, and they move to the next member of her group, sitting a few feet away.

Slim fingers play slowly on the lavender and red fabric of her dress, inching painfully closer to where it ended and the perfect caramel tone of her bare thighs began. Her fingertip plays with her inner thigh, drifting slowly between her crossed legs, drawing the already short hem of her dress up and revealing more soft, tender skin to your eyes. She licks her lips, the soft pink of her tongue darting out over shiny lip gloss and perfectly applied lipstick.

You catch her eye, she catches yours, and you both know what is about to happen.

Sometimes she took control, pulling you into her room when you arrived at their dorms and throwing you onto her bed with all the ferocity of a predator, taking you inside her and riding you until she had had her fill; sometimes the control rested in your hands, quite literally, with the young woman bound with her arms above her head by soft silk knots at her wrists while you explored and had your way with her body. Whatever the situation, control always rested with one of you - the other simply a tool to be used in the pursuit of pleasure.

When you pull her into an empty room and push her against a nearby desk, you decided that today it was your turn.

Your lips crash together, lust and need finally finding an outlet, a release from a tension filled hour as you patiently waited for her to get ready for her photoshoot. She tastes of cherry and candy and youth and beauty - the sweetest drink, a prelude to a delicious meal.

Her fingers waste no time divesting you of your belt and pants and soon they are bunched at your knees, your hardness already in her slim, delicate looking fingers, pumping up and down, up and down, up and down - her movements are almost frenzied, uncontrolled - fuelled by need, driven by lust. Her actions are a stark contrast to the manufactured perfection of her dress and makeup.

Your hands fall down her shapely torso to those wide, womanly hips of hers, finding and drawing up the hem of her already short dress, revealing a small, lacy thong - a risky choice given the conservative underwear stylists usually gave to idols. Did she choose it herself, or slip into it when the stylists weren’t looking?

It’s irrelevant, because now it is a hindrance, an obstacle on the highway of pleasure. When she hops up onto the desk she pushes the flimsy lace aside with two fingers, allowing you entrance to her body - and it is an invitation you happily accept, pushing your needy shaft into her warm, slick tunnel, burying yourself inside her to the hilt in one firm, hard stroke, delighting in the knowledge that she was already so wet for you, already so wanton and needy just from a few kisses and light touches.

She was usually quite loud when you fucked, her wordless moans and gasps a beautiful background melody to your sessions in the privacy of her room or yours - but now, when you could be caught at any moment by an unknowing production assistant opening an unlocked door you were two feet away from - she did her best to be quiet, even if she only partially succeded.

But after a minute, when you pull her off the table, turn her around and bend her over it with a palm placed flat upon her back, taking her once more from behind - even she can’t help but let a deep, sharp moan escape those perfect lips of hers. You fuck her over the desk like an animal, ravaging the perfect image that had been made for her, reducing the glamorous idol into a moaning, quivering bitch in heat, wanton and needy for every thrust of hard cock into her body.

For long, wonderful minutes you fuck her like that, every thrust a desecration, a debasement of her glitzy, glamorous image. You reach up and grab her by the shoulders and pull her up until she is almost standing, pulling the spaghetti straps of the dress down, revealing her perfect, round breasts. Your hands snake around and pinch her stiff nipples, and that is the last straw for her - when she orgasms she is nothing more than a quivering, wet, slick mess in an expensive dress and perfect makeup.

With a few last thrusts into her warm slickness you fill her with thick streams of your semen, her pussy wrapping tightly around your spurting shaft and welcoming your seed into her body, the final attack on her desecrated image. The needy, lustful moan that escapes her lips is the stark opposite of the friendly tones and cutesy smiles she would soon need to don.

Her dress, that thousand dollar scrap of lavender and red, might have angered a lesser man, who would have wanted to see her naked in her post-orgasm, post-sex haze. But for you it is a turn on, a source of obscene pride, knowing that she would soon be photographed in it - and no one in the world would know that just a few moments before it was hiked up around her waist as its wearer was bent over a desk and taken.

Minutes later, as you watch her pose beneath the glare of the spotlight and the endless click of camera shutters, you could not help but smile at the knowledge that she did so with a pussy full of your cum.

7 Rooftop

The weariness of another long day at work weighed heavily on your shoulders, although Minatozaki Sana’s warm body pressed against yours, her head on your chest as you lounge together on the common rooftop patio of your apartment, went a long way towards alleviating your worries. After you’d told her of your shitty day at work she insisted on coming over to cook you dinner, and now you were lounging the evening away, happy to at least temporarily be rid of your burdens.

You are content to lie there in wordless silence with a wonderful woman in your arms. Her fingers play lazily with your t-shirt, tracing random patterns on your stomach with long, dainty fingertips.

You decide to return her attention with your own, reaching over with your left hand to trace a path along the bottom of her short white t-shirt, fingertips gliding over smooth vanilla skin and enjoying the feel of the defined abs beneath. Sana smiles slyly at your touch - emboldened, your fingers slip under the t-shirt, edging closer and closer to her simple white bra.

“Stop,” she says, a shy smile on her perfect lips, a soft blush on full, round cheeks.

You smile back at her, not really willing to push the envelope any further than you had to, already content with just lying there with her and enjoying the lazy summer evening. There would be time later to take things further; you were out in public and anyone in any of the large skyscrapers surrounding the building could have been watching, to say nothing of the possibility of any of the apartment’s other inhabitants coming up to the rooftop common area to similarly enjoy a quiet summer evening. Surely there was some rule against public indecency somewhere in the strata bylaws.

But when Sana’s fingertips play with the waistband of your own sweatpants, fingertips dancing along the edge before slipping beneath, you knew she cared little for such rules.

“Stop,” you echo, although you knew not a single fibre of your being wanted her to.

“No,” she answers, with a return smile full of lust and need and more than a little daring.

Her fingers slip beneath the waistband of both your sweatpants and your boxers, and within seconds she is cupping your quickly hardening shaft. You squirm at the warmth of her touch, and the audaciousness of what she is doing, out here in public.

Within seconds you are hard - and only a few seconds more pass before Sana removes her hand from your pants to pull your sweatpants down, fully revealing your stiff shaft to the cool early evening air. You watch helplessly as she bends her upper body to take you into her mouth.

She moved so quickly, sometimes; like the young woman had a switch in her head, and whenever it went off she had to have it, had to have you. In second she had gone from loving, caring girlfriend to a lusty, needy creature, taking you in and out of her mouth, heedless of the circumstances, uncaring of the possibility that the entire world could have borne witness to this erotic scene, playing out on a public couch.

You let your head fall back, enjoying the pleasure radiating from your crotch, relishing in the very idea of getting head on a rooftop patio from one of the most gorgeous women on earth. You force your gaze down to the softly bobbing tumble of blonde hair at your crotch, and you cradle her bouncing head with your left hand, your right hand idly caressing the soft, smooth skin at the small of her back. Your hips involuntarily thrust upwards each time Sana takes you fully into her mouth, fucking her face with short, gentle movements, but mostly letting her take control, letting her pleasure you the way she wanted to.

For a long, beautiful minute Sana sucks your cock, the warm, wet cavern of her mouth feeling absolutely heavenly. Eventually she lets your shaft fall out of her mouth, and you almost sigh out loud at the loss of pleasure.

“Take me now,” she says, and you see the absence of any decorum or patience in her eyes; there is only lust there, and need, and want - the cute girlfriend having long since fled, long since given up her spot to the lustful creature in your arms.

Cognizant of the fact that she was wearing pants, you shift her body over on the couch so she is on her stomach, taking the time to pull her blue sweatpants down to expose the soft, round cheeks of her ass - and the absence of any underwear. You crawl over her prone body, lining up your crotch with her exposed rear.

When you slip inside her iit is like slipping into a new world where only pleasure awaits. Gone are the worries of the world, to be replaced only by the wet, hot heat of Minatozaki Sana’s body. You could have cared less about the fact that you were having sex in public. Or rather, perhaps you did, because the threat of being caught - or perhaps it was the thrill of being watched - only heightened the sheer lust between you. Her body is so hot, so wet, the fact that her legs are bound together by the pants around her thighs keeping her ass so taut and tight, her pussy tightening more and more with each entry and exit, getting wetter and wetter as the young woman’s body takes your hard shaft into it again and again.

With short thrusts at first, gradually lengthening into longer, smoother ones, you fuck Sana on the couch, her soft, hot little body squirming and writhing beneath yours as you take her, her mouth spilling a wordless string of soft moans that sounds like the melody to an erotic song. You want to hear her fully gasp, want to hear every little sound of pleasure that leaves those perfect lips, but she bites down on her knuckle in an effort to keep from being too loud - and it drives you crazy to watch her try to stay quiet.

You almost want to challenge her, want to hear her fail to keep her gasps and moans quiet, and so you thrust harder and deeper, truly drilling her into the couch now. You reach beneath her body to squeeze a breast, and although it is through her t-shirt and bra it nonetheless causes her to squirm, the new source of pleasure translating into a delicious squeeze of her pulsating pussy around your thrusting cock. Denied aural release, her body squirms and twists and quivers to find some outlet for the pleasure coursing through her veins, each thrust into her wet, slick pussy driving her closer and closer to orgasm as you fuck her into the couch. Even as she tries to keep from moaning out loud she tries to fight her orgasm, trying her best to relish every ounce of pleasure you were giving her.

Her battle is in vain, and when she comes tightly and hotly around you you think you might lose your mind; and you decide in a split second that it was a battle not worth fighting either, succumbing to the allure of pleasure as you follow Sana over the edge, burying yourself as deep as you could inside her until finally you allow yourself to spill hot, thick semen into her body, your combined juices so thick and plentiful that soon it gushes out around your shaft to spill unto her soft inner thighs and the once pristine cushions of the couch.

Your bodies quiver and shake, and for a few long moments you are both nothing more than boneless sacks of flesh, bound together by the slick wetness between your bodies and the pleasure you have both created and now share together. Your chests heave, struggling to recover from the exertion. Sana turns her head, and you share a kiss that is less passionate but more thankful, more loving. 

She smiles again - and the lusty creature is gone, sated for now. The cute girlfriend comes back to take her rightful place.

She wanted to make you feel better, take some of your stress away, and the hot, slick wetness between your bodies and the soft smile upon your lips is evidence of her success.

Callsign

The F-121 Raptor III was a thing of beauty.

Its sleek lines and curves gave it the impression of a hawk or eagle, always crouched, muscles tensed, ready to leap into the sky at a moment’s notice to swoop in on its unsuspecting prey and snatch it up with its talons before flying off somewhere to feast. In years gone by, the previous versions of this warplane did just that, dancing in the endless blue of Earth’s sky, swooping in with guided missiles and rotary cannons instead of talons - every bit as dangerous as the birds of prey that were its namesake.

The Raptor III carried on the legacy of its forefathers - but the vast darkness of space was its playground now, and it did its hunting not with talons or missiles, but with focused energy weapons and kinetic projectile accelerators. Laser beams and gatling guns, in other words.

The theatre and weapons of war have changed, but some things never do. In some long forgotten text someone wiser than you once put perfect words to that sentiment: war; war never changes. 

In the early 21st century it was long thought that fighter pilots were on their last legs. Drones and AI were the future, they all said, and soon pilots would be reduced to sitting on their asses thousands of miles away from the battlefield, controlling their planes with joysticks and keyboards, looking for all intents and purposes like they were playing the fanciest (and most expensive) video game on Earth instead of remote piloting multibillion dollar aircraft and dropping very real, very destructive bombs on the other side of the planet.

But networked drones, it turned out, could be hacked. 

And so despite the thousands of years of collective human technology and the billions of credits that each of these modern day hawks took to make - they still needed pilots.

Gradually, as hackers and anti-drone cyberwarfare became more and more prevalent, pilots found themselves taking back to the skies. The human brain, afterall, couldn’t be hacked; at least, not yet. And so, a full two centuries after the first F-22 Raptor fired its weapons in anger, the newest version of it still needed a pilot. Without it, this magnificent creation, the very pinnacle of human technology and advancement, was only so much useless metal trash. Just as the knights of old turned domestic farm horses into fearsome weapons of war, so the knights of today turned these magnificent machines into instruments of destruction.

War never changes.

There were times, though, when you found it difficult to believe the pilot of this particular plane could live up to such a fearsome lineage. You glance up at the closed canopy, and the name emblazoned there in gold paint, along with her infamous callsign: LT. E. JUNG - “KAR-”

“You want to tell my why the fuck the starboard nacelle is still acting up on shallow banks, Chief?”

Even before you turn to face the speaker, you knew who it would be - her voice was one you’d grown to know well over your past few years aboard the UNS Busan. It was a wonderful, musical voice with a hint of a countryside accent, and you knew personally from more than one drunken karaoke session in the pilots’ lounge that she had a great singing voice - unfortunately for you, she usually used that voice to whine about something on her plane.

You sigh once more before you turn and face her, steeling yourself for yet another confrontation.

“I’ve already told you, Lieutenant Jung - the readouts don’t display anything out of the ordinary. I’ve taken that thing apart and put it back together twice, and couldn’t find any issues in the parts or the way they go together. It’s all in your head.”

You turn away from her and continue to walk down the sleek fuselage of the fighter, your fingertips once again tracing its outer shell the same way an owner would touch a close pet. Your fingertips lightly graze its anti-radar, anti-cyberwarfare, anti-everything skin, as though apologizing for the way its pilot treated it.

“It’s all in your head, Lieutenant!” she corrects, following closely behind you, anger still prevalent in her tone. “All I’m asking for is for my goddamn bird to be able to bank without sounding like it’s got fucking spacelung.”

“I’ll get someone to give it another look, but I’m telling ya, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

Another glare. If she weren’t so intensely beautiful at the same time, you’d think she was about to explode.

“...Lieutenant,” you finish, turning away once more to follow the fuselage of the plane towards its rear. When you reach the rear of it you give it one last pat on its vectored thrust outtake.

“I swear to god, all you grease monkies do around here is dick around on your PlayStation 22s while I’m up there flying in a bucket of bolts-”

You turn immediately on your heel and face her.

“Don’t you dare call her a bucket of bolts… Lieutenant.”

Lieutenant Jung seethes - her nostrils flare, her eyes widen, and her cheeks puff up; but she still looked intensely adorable, like some anime girl from the ‘flix come to life. If she were trying to look intimidating or angry, she was failing. Either way, you’d had enough with her demands, and you begin to walk away towards the crew offices adjacent to the hangar.

“We’re not done here, Chief!” Lieutenant Jung shouts after you, the loud clang of her flight boots on the hangar deck telling you she was stomping her way behind you, “You’re gonna tell me what the fuck it’ll take to get my bird flying smoothly, or I swear to god I’ll take this straight to the CAG!”

“Go ahead,” you say with a dismissive wave behind you, “the CAG owes me from poker last week. I wonder what side he’ll take?”

Lieutenant Jung lets out a wordless, frustrated sound leave her throat as you push open the door to your office. She stomps in after you and shuts the door.

Then she turns, drops her flight helmet on the floor and grabs you by the face with both hands before crushing her lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

It was wrong on so many levels - she was a pilot and you a crew chief, she was an officer and you were enlisted, she was a spacer and you were born on Earth - but there was no denying the passion that existed between you. The intensity of it only flared up immediately after she flew CAP or went out on sortie, returning to the Busan all hopped up on pilot stimms and adrenaline. All she wanted after each flight was a shower, a beer, and your cock between her legs - and not necessarily in that order, and sometimes even at the same time.

Both of your pairs of hands work with a frenzied pace at each others’ clothes - her long, dainty fingers working the buttons of your overalls while your paws, still greasy with engine oil, work on the straps and buckles of her flight suit. It was a race she won more often than not; pilots obviously wore a ton more equipment on their persons than deck chiefs. And so while she had succeeded in getting the top half of your overalls off, you had just finished getting her flight rig undone.

She shakes off the heavy webbing from her shoulders, and she takes it upon herself to start to unzip the flightsuit zipper at her collarbone.

“You need to get faster at that, Chief.”

“You need to wear less, Eunji.”

The response is a smile at your use of her first name - a smile that is so dazzling it made the stars you’d spent so many hours staring at on the observation deck look pale by comparison. In your quieter moments, alone in bed together on those rare occasions when your off-duty hours matched, you’d mentioned once that you thought her callsign should be “Sunshine”; to match that thousand watt smile of hers. She’d giggled it off and said that pilots didn’t choose their callsign; it was given to them by other pilots. She’d said “Sunshine” sounded stupid, and not threatening or deadly the way pilot callsigns were supposed to be.

Nonetheless, when you gave her a small necklace with a small golden sun on it for her birthday, she wore it every day since, right next to her dog tags.

The necklace shone now in the artificial light of your office as she strips out of her flight suit, revealing a sweat soaked white tank top beneath that clung to her form like a second skin, and the delightful absence of a bra beneath it. Her skin, her perfect, vanilla skin, shines faintly with a sheen of her sweat, making her glisten. Her nipples poke invitingly from her chest, plain to see beneath the thin material of her tank top.

You can’t wait a moment later, and you give her a brief but passionate kiss before diving into her neck, planting kisses on the softness there, enjoying the taste of her sweat on your lips and tongue. She lets a soft, musical sound escape her lips - she had a great singing voice, but now, when the sounds escaping her are wordless gasps of lust and need, her voice sounded utterly sublime.

You reach a hand to her side, enjoying the feel of her tight, toned midsection before quickly reaching up her torso to fondle her left breast. You enjoy the feel of her soft mound in your hand and the rapidly hardening nipple poking through her tank top, and you smile against her neck even as her voice fills your ears with yet another wordless sound of pleasure.

You are content to spend a few more minutes playing with her body, enjoying the feel of her melting into your hands and mouth, but she is impatient, needy, still high from the adrenaline of her recent flight; she needed more, and needed it now.

She grasps the bottom of her tank top before pulling it over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up aside from the shiny metal of her dog tags and the gold of her sun pendant. The sun hangs a little lower than the dog tags, resting between her small, round breasts, and you smile at the symmetry of it.

“Stop staring and suck on them, Chief,” she says, with the same tone as if she were giving you an order.

“Right away, Lieutenant,” you answer with a mocking tone. She opens her mouth to answer, but the breath is stolen from her lungs when you bring both hands up to her naked breasts, squeezing both before capturing her left nipple in your lips. You involuntarily take a few steps forward, and soon you are pressing her against the closed door to your office. She sighs softly, wrapping her arms around your neck and pushing her chest out, standing on her tiptoes to make it easier on your bent back - all in an effort to give you better access to her wanton, needy body.

She loved it when you sucked on her breasts; nothing got her off quicker, got her more in the mood. She loved it when you drifted a hand between her legs, loved when you ate her out; but nothing got her as hot and bothered as when you played with those small, round, perfectly shaped mounds, and the perfect, tight little nipples atop each one.

“Smaller tits are more sensitive,” she’d told you once, and from the way she gasped and writhed and quivered with each lick and suck and nibble you placed on her breasts, you were inclined to believe her.

But you wanted more, wanted to put her in her place for the way she told you off in the hangar in front of your entire deck crew - even if you thought you did a pretty good job of standing up for yourself. She was so bratty sometimes, so needy, that it satisfied you to no end whenever you had your way with her behind closed doors. She couldn’t behind her rank when it came to sex.

You tear your mouth away from her chest, eliciting a groan of disappointment from the pilot. Her eyes glazed over and half-lidded with pleasure, she grasps you by the shoulder before turning you around and pushing you against the door to your office, resulting in a louder crash than you were expecting. A small part of you hoped no one happened to hear it, but a larger part of you couldn’t care less, not when Lieutenant Jung drops to her knees, peels your dirty overalls off your body, and gives your hard, stiff shaft a lick from base to tip.

It was such an erotic sight - the haughty, proud, cocky pilot on her knees with a cock on her lips - that it drove you insane each and every time you saw it. You reach down and run a hand through her hair, grazing her cheek. Her lips are busy planting soft kisses on your hard shaft, but her eyes tell you need to know about what she wanted.

“Fuck my face, Chief.”

Another soft kiss, another long, slow lick of your cock.

“...that’s an order.”

You were never one to defy orders - especially not ones like this. And so when the lieutenant takes the head of your aching, stiff shaft inbetween her lips and braces herself against you with her palms flat against your thighs, you prepare yourself to execute the order you are given.

Slowly at first, but soon building to a quick pace, you slide your shaft in and out of Lieutenant Jung’s needy mouth. Your hands grasp the back and side of the pilot’s head as you fuck her mouth, her tongue swirling devilishly all over your shaft with each entry and exit. 

“Mmmmffmfm,” she mumbles, the sound sending wonderful vibrations onto your cock as is slides in and out of her slick, hot mouth. 

You gasp, involuntarily, at the pleasure that is quickly building at your core, and you tear your eyes away from the delicious sight in front of you and try to focus on something, anything else to keep from cumming too soon. But the desire to retrieve some measure of revenge for the way she treated you outside closed doors, the way she was so bratty and demanding out in public - it drove you to fuck that mouth of hers a little harder, a litte rougher than you were expecting. There was some perverse satisfaction to be found in taking a mouth that was usually filled with complaints and filling it with cock.

Eunji got off on it too - on the roughness and disregard for her general needs that you showed during sex. Perhaps she got off on the reversal of power and her newfound helplessness. Maybe she just loved rough sex. Either way, you weren’t one to complain.

For long, beautiful minutes you stand there, thrusting your hard cock in and out of Lieutenant Jung Eunji’s mouth. After awhile she looks up at you with those large, round eyes of hers that were somehow so innocent and so mischievous all at the same time - and for you that was it, that was the end of your patience. You had to have her, had to have all of her.

You practically tear the girl’s needy mouth from your shaft, her lips still sucking tightly on your cock as she lets out a little whimper of disappointment. Her whimper soon turns into a wanton gasp, however, when you pull the previously haughty pilot from her knees on the floor and push her towards your desk.

Eunji knows what this is, knows what you intend to do, and the pilot quickly pulls down her flightsuit until it is past her round, full ass of hers and halfway down her thighs. 

Lieutenant Jung Eunji’s ass was on another level - round and full and tight, it was perhaps her most attractive feature, aside from that blindingly bright smile, of course. Her thick pilot’s flightsuit did little to hide her assets, and you caught yourself more than once watching, dumbfounded, as her wide-set hips swayed and swung when she walked away from you, those  round cheeks so full, so inviting, so perfectly shaped it all too often made slack-jawed fools out of you and every other man on the hangar deck.

She didn’t wear panties, either. Too hot and sweaty in the cockpit, she told you once, and they had a tendency to ride up into her nether regions every time she twisted and turned in her seat. The sight of that perfect little ass and wide hips of hers, naked now, uncovered by some flimsy piece of underwear, all sweaty and tight…

You want to be inside her, want to fill the needy little girl with all of you, but you manage to gather enough self control to tease her, make her beg for it. Her display of arrogance out in the hangar, the gall she had to call you out for her plane’s perceived problems - it made you want to retaliate.

You press yourself against her, your stiff shaft, still moist with her spit, pressing between the two large, full cheeks of her ass, your hands reaching out to caress those wide hips of hers. You give her a few small strokes, enjoying the feel of her perfect butt cradling each side of your cock.

“Do you want this, Lieutenant?” you ask, mockingly.

“Fuck yes, Chief.”

“I don’t know if I want to fuck you, given how much of an annoying little brat you’ve been.”

Eunji lets out a gasp of equal parts frustration and need.

“I.. fuck, Chief! Just put it in me.”

“No. Beg for it.”

“What?”

“Fucking beg for this cock, Lieutenant.”

Eunji moans, a sound that would have been soft and musical were it not loaded with lust and need.

“Mmmm fucking stick your cock in me, Chief. Fuck me with that cock. Fuck me and make me moan and make me cum all over your dick. Fuck me until you fill me with cum and-”

Eunji’s words are cut off as you thrust yourself inside her, her small body pressed forward against the desk. When she regains her breath she lets a long, drawn out moan of pleasure hiss from her lips as she adjusts to the full, stiff shaft that she has suddenly been filled with. Her pussy is soft and warm and slick and you want to let out a gasp of your own, but you hold back - you didn’t want to give her that satisfaction.

You start fucking her, with hard, smooth strokes, her drenched pussy having no problem accepting each thrust into her tight little body. Normally you would have slipped inside her slowly, given her time to adjust to you before slowly ramping up the speed and depth of your thrusts - but not today, not when she was acting the way she was. Not when she needed to be put into her place.

“Oh, fuck, fuck that feels good…. Oh fuck, you’re so fucking big inside me,” Eunji gasps, having found the breath to vocalise her pleasure now. Her hands search for something on the desk to grasp as an outlet for her pleasure, but she fails to find anything, and she settles for digging her fingernails as deeply as she could into the wooden surface.

Fucking the cocky pilot from behind on your desk would have been enough, and you would have gladly continued doing so until you filled her with the cum she so desperately wanted - but you wanted more, wanted to truly put her into her place.

You push on her sweaty back with an open palm until her torso is flat on the desk, and taking her right arm, you bend it behind her and hold it against her back by the wrist. You take her left arm with your own and, grasping it by the wrist, use it to pull the rest of her body back as you thrust forward with your cock.

It is a position of pure power and dominance, and you watch delightfully as Eunji squirms and writhes beneath you on the desk, helpless to do anything but take your cock as you fuck her hard over your desk. You worry slightly about hurting her, but the gasps and moans and filthy words that soon escape her mouth convince you she’s more than okay with the way she is being treated.

“Fuck yes, Chief… ohh, unggh! Fuck me, fuck me just like that… fuck me!”

“Do you like it, Lieutenant? You like being bent over a desk and fucked like this?” you spit, your words punctuated by the sound of your hips slapping against hers.

“Fuck… fuck yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me… Fuck me however you want. Fuck me like your personal slut!”

The sight of the haughty young lieutenant, so proud and cocky out on the deck, reduced to a writhing, hot, wet mess as she is bent over and fucked roughly - it is enough to drive you insane. The pleasure quickly building in your loins as you fuck the mewling woman worries you with the speed of its build up.

“Fuck… you’re so fucking… tight, Lieutenant. Fuck… you’re gonna make me fucking cum soon.”

“No!” Eunji hisses, surprising you. She squirms roughly, her strength taking you by surprise as she wriggles out of the hold you have on her body. She pushes back against you, and your shaft slips out of her, glistening and dripping with her juices.

Eunji practically rips her flightsuit off, tearing the one piece suit off her long, sweat-drenched legs, leaving her only in her white tank top, which she peels from her torso. She hops quickly onto the desk, spreading her legs and grasping your slick cock with her right hand and quite literally using it as a handle to pull you between her thighs.

“You’re going to fuck me, Chief, and you’re going to fuck me until I cum first,” she hisses, the intensity on her face hard to deny - her eyes are tense and filled with intent and need. There is an anger in those dark brown pools as well, as though she is upset with the possibility that she could be denied the release she so desperately craved.

She points the head of your shaft at her splayed, pink lips of her pussy, and with her hands on your hips she pulls you towards her until you fill her once more with your cock.

You find yourself almost immediately fighting a battle you weren’t sure you could win, thrusting in and out of Eunji’s slick, wet pussy as she lies back on the desk, her perfect, sweaty, almost naked form laid out for you, each thrust of your cock resulting in a delightful shock to her body, giving her round breasts and full thighs a soft bounce each time.

She has so quickly reversed who held the power - mere seconds before you were the one in control, fucking her submissive little body from behind as she begged and pleaded for it; now you were the one trying your best to hold on as she took what she needed from you.

Eunji reaches down between your bodies to quickly find her clit. She swiftly begins to swirl a fingertip around the sensitive bud - even as your cock slips and in and out of her body not so far away. You spend a few wonderful seconds watching as your slick, glistening cock fucks her needy, hot pussy - and her fingers, so close to her splayed pink lips, rubbing her tight bud. 

You raise your head from the wonderful sight to find that her eyes have been locked on yours the whole time. There is need and lust in those eyes, nothing more, nothing less.

Her mouth is frozen in an open “o” as she lets breathless gasps and moans escape her lips, her brow furrowed, her eyes pleading for more and more and more. Her fingertips increase their pace between her spread thighs, and her free hand claws at your wrist, her nails digging almost painfully into your skin. Inside her, she is tightening and pulsating around you, her slick walls wrapping themselves even tighter around your thrusting cock…

“Oh… oh fuck, I’m gonna... fucking cum,” she spits, her tone almost afraid, almost fearful of the amount of pleasure that was about to come. And you are thankful, because you were so deliciously close to that same peak yourself. Her fingers work quicker and quicker against her clit, swirling her slick juices around her sensitive bud as she comes closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, Eunji,” you reply, all thought of rank cast aside - this was just two people pursuing pleasure, and nothing else mattered.

“I… Oh, I...oh!” Eunji gasps, and suddenly her body stiffens and quivers and shakes atop the table as her orgasm overtakes every inch of her being. The sight of her as she cums is the last straw for you - her pulsating, tightening pussy overcomes the last of your resistance and you follow Jung Eunji into the bliss of orgasm, driving yourself as deep as you can inside her before you release stream after thick stream of your thick, hot cum into her needy pussy.

Eunji draws you close as you cum, letting a soft, almost vulnerable moan escape her open mouth with each stream of semen that leaves your cock and splashes against her walls. She had a filthy mouth during sex, loved to tell you in vulgar detail what she wanted to do or wanted done to her. You’d heard her moan and gasp of lust and need plenty of times, but it is the soft, vulnerable little whimpers when you cum inside her that you treasure the most.

For long seconds you stay inside her as your respective orgasms wind down, both of your bodies recovering from the exertion with heavy breaths and gasps. Eventually you slip out of her, and a not insignificant stream of white semen drips from the splayed lips of her pussy.

Eunji watches the cum drip out of her with interest, biting her lip. She always loved it, always wanted you to cum inside her for this reason. And you loved watching her watch.

“Job well done, Chief,” she says, eyes still glued to the mess you made inside her as it drips onto your desk. 

A few minutes pass as you both clean up after yourselves. You retrieve a few tissues from your desk which Eunji uses to clean up the mess between her thighs as you both slowly put your uniforms back on. It was awkward sometimes, immediately after sex, as you both come back, reluctantly, to reality - but when she gives you a sheepish smile after zipping up her flight suit, you couldn’t help but smile back. 

She steps out into the hallway, back towards the deck, and as you close the door to your office you couldn’t help but notice how it looked a little darker, a little more dim without Jung Eunji’s presence. She was light, she was sunshine, and when she left the room she took her light with her.

You accompany her back to the hangar deck - her bunk was on the other side of the ship, and you needed to get back to work on her bird, anyway.

When you both reach her Raptor, your fingers reach out and graze its fuselage once more, like an owner returning to its pet after a day’s work. You could almost imagine it being happy to see you again.

“I’ll be back early tomorrow to check up on your work,” Lieutenant Jung says, with just a hint of that thousand watt smile on her lips. “Good work today, Chief.”

“Thanks. Have a good night, Sunshine.”

Her smile widens briefly, and while you hadn’t ever in your life had the pleasure of setting foot on Earth, you imagine that that was what it must have felt like to have a ray of sun set upon you. You let her walk away, cradling her pilot helmet under one arm. 

Her hips, and the perfectly sculpted cheeks of that ass of hers, sway alluringly with each step she takes. You knew for a fact your eyes weren’t the only ones glued onto the young pilot’s swaying butt as she walks the width of the hangar and disappears into one of the adjoining corridors.

With a smile, you glance back up at her plane, and the gold lettering near the canopy where her name and callsign are emblazoned. You never told you how or when she got her callsign - she’d let you know only that it was the name of some well endowed celebrity from old Earth.

LT. E. JUNG - “KARDASHIAN.”

 

 

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Author’s Note: Trying something new here with the sci-fi backstory. I think any fans of Battlestar Galactica (the remake) would know where I got the inspiration. I had the biggest crush on Boomer... ;)

Karaoke

On the screen, she and her group members are singing of their search for a romance that will make them sigh like schoolgirls.

It felt a little odd, to say the least, given the cutesy nature of the lyrics and the overly lewd action she was engaged in at the moment. She complained about it sometimes - being forced to sing about the nervousness of school age crushes when she was so far removed from it. She never had many relationships in high school and university - despite the legions of men, and more than a few women, who were more than willing to throw themselves at her - preferring instead to come right home after class and lose herself in another video game or TV drama. Even when the rest of her friends (and later, her members) were out and about on late nights enjoying the frivolities of youth, she was at home, mining more diamonds for her Minecraft world. She was a homebody in every sense of the world, and wouldn’t rather have it any other way.

As Miyoui Mina grinds herself against you on the couch of the karaoke room she had rented out for your birthday, taking you in and out of her slick, wet heat, you couldn’t help but be thankful for her stay-at-home nature. The fact that you were experiencing what so many men could only dream of made you feel more than a little cocky. The fact that you were the first, and so far, only, man to experience this side of her made you feel like you were on top of the world.

Mina lets a soft, wordless moan escape her lips with every dip of her hips that sends your cock thrusting into her once more, filling her tight tunnel with hard, stiff meat. She wasn’t exactly a very loud person outside of the bedroom, but during your intimate moments she loved to let it all out, loved to give voice to every spark of pleasure she experienced from the moment you first touched to the moment your cock left her spent body, more often than not filled to the brim with your hot, thick cum in some part of her.

As her music video plays in the background on the large screen and she sings of a shaken heart, she lets out another long, sultry moan, her fingers clawing at your shoulders in a vain attempt to find some sort of release for the pleasure coursing through her perfect, tight little body.

You lean back on the couch for a moment, enjoying the sight of one of the most beautiful, most popular women in the country riding your shaft, those perfectly sculpted features twisted in pleasure. You couldn’t help but reach up to those firm abs of hers, enjoying the feel of soft, perfect skin beneath your palm before cupping a small, round breast. She’d divested herself of her top awhile ago, wanting to give you the best show she could give you, although she kept her short black skirt on at your request, even if she wasn’t wearing panties beneath it. It was your birthday, afterall, and she wanted to use her body to make you feel as good as she could.

Not that it wasn’t a pleasurable experience for her, either, if the gradual tightening of her pulsating pussy were any indication, her juices flowing freely from her opening to stain her thighs and yours, as well as the couch beneath. 

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, her foul language another lewd juxtaposition, another thing she did for you that the world would never witness. Even as her song in the background wondered what love was, she let the swear words and breathless gasps of a woman in the throes of physical passion leave her lips. The prim and proper k-pop idol with the perfect image, foul mouthed during sex - who would have known? Her pace quickens, her hips grinding in a circular motion, your shaft sliding in and out of her body quicker and quicker as she impales herself on you again and again.

She leans forward, concentrating every ounce of her body into fucking herself on her shaft. She captures your head in her arms, and you lick the sweat from her chest, relishing the salty sweet taste of her on your tongue, the sounds of her moans in your ears, and the feel of her body wrapped oh-so-tightly around your cock.

When she cums, she is almost a different person altogether; the world thought she was a quiet, boring homebody - and she was, mostly. But when you fucked she was lust and sex and need incarnate. Her entire body is wracked with pleasure as she quivers atop you, your cock fully embedded into her quivering, spasming pussy as she rides out her orgasm, savoring every second of it.

She breathes heavily, her mouth next to your ear as she struggles to recover. You capture a stiff nipple in your mouth, relishing in the feel of her on your tongue. She lets another soft gasp escape her lips - the music of her body sent directly to your ears. On the screen she sings in a short black dress against a black and blue skyline, asking you to tell her she was the only one - and it’s true, she was; the only one you ever wanted, the only one there ever could be.

She finds enough energy to raise her head, those deep brown eyes locked on yours. Her beauty is not that manufactured, fake “beauty” one could find anywhere on the streets of Seoul. She is a princess, a queen, and you feel almost unworthy to be in her presence, let alone her boyfriend, let alone inside of her.

“Your turn,” she says softly, and she begins to ride you again, this time slowly, carefully, taking you in and of her at a torturously slow pace, drawing out every moment of pleasure. She leans back, giving you a better view of her sublime body, of those perfect breasts and flat stomach and the slick, wet flesh between her spread thighs. 

You wonder how many men have gone crazy over glimpses of this body, of her midriff under a short top or the hint of cleavage revealed by a low-cut dress; and here she was, in her naked glory, for you and you alone. You look down and watch as your shaft pierces her wanton pussy again and again, and you pray to whatever gods there might be that you would be the only one to ever do so.

You wonder what you did to deserve such pleasure. She squeezes your cock inside her, those magical hips grinding forward and back and in circular motions, every movement of her body driving you insane, closer and closer to an orgasm that you simultaneously wanted to attain and wanted to keep away, if only because it meant you could be inside her for a second longer.

On the screen, she is singing about wanting more and more. Your pleasure-addled mind agrees, because that’s how you always felt about Miyoui Mina - whether a lazy Sunday afternoon, lounging in her bed and watching Netflix, or when you were inside her during your most passionate moments - you always wanted more.

“I’m cumming,” you gasp, and a sly smile appears on her lips - a smile that is somehow at odds with her perfect, princess-like image. There is a sense of pride there, of sly satisfaction, the look of a woman who has a man wrapped around her little finger.

“Fill me,” she says, the two words barely above a whisper - and that’s it, that’s the end of you. When you cum inside Miyoui Mina your entire world blacks out, and the pleasure that wracks your mind overwhelms you. For a few precious moments there is only her, and you, and that wonderful union between your bodies as you fill her body with thick, hot white semen.

When you finally recover - and the song that started when she began to ride you again was just now ending, if that were any indication of how long it took you to do so - Mina is still there, still atop you, still impaled on your spent, slowly softening shaft. She strokes your face, kisses you softly on the cheek, and brings her mouth to your ear once more.

“It’s time for your present.”

You wonder what she could possibly have that could top the pleasure she had just given you, and you are more than a little puzzled when she reaches for her phone on the couch. She types a quick message out on it before tossing it away.

The door to the private karaoke room opens - and you are momentarily alarmed at the potential intrusion and discovery. You are even more surprised when Im Nayeon walks into the room, holding a small birthday cake, a lit candle atop it. She takes in the scene, the sight of you embedded to the hilt inside her fellow group member, and her only response is a smug smile. She bends to present you with the cake, and after catching Mina’s eyes and the look of sultry anticipation on her features, you blow out the candle. Nayeon places the cake on the table and slips her t-shirt off, leaving her tight body naked from the waist up - a flat stomach, cute belly button, and perfect little nipples atop perfect little breasts.

Mina finally leaves your cock, and you watch as a spill of your cum drips from her pussy as your shaft slips out of the mess you made inside her. She sits on the couch next to you, draping her arm around your shoulders.

Nayeon falls to her knees between your spread legs, her small, pink tongue darting out to lick the juices, yours and Mina’s, from your cock.

“Happy birthday,” Mina whispers into your ear, even as Nayeon takes you into her mouth and begins to suck, a prelude to the pleasure that was soon to come.

On the screen, Mina is singing now about how you made her feel special - although you know now that that she was wrong - she had it the other way around.

Karaoke - Part 2

(the following is a continuation to Karaoke).

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“Fuck her mouth.”

The words seem almost out of place coming from Miyoui Mina’s mouth - from lips so soft and full, and a face so elegant and graceful. She sits like a princess atop her throne on the U-shaped leather couch opposite you and Nayeon, legs crossed, naked except for the black skirt still annoyingly wrapped around her waist. Her posture, her bearing, every little bit about her seems drastically at odds with the circumstances and the environment in which she was currently present.

“Stand up. Fuck her mouth,” she says, the words friendly but direct, as though she were givng a lost tourist directions to a nearby landmark, and not instructing her boyfriend in a sexual act with one of her group members.

Im Nayeon lets your cock slip from her full red lips as you stand, your body obeying Mina’s orders without a second thought; so powerful is her hold over you that you were willing to at least temporarily stop the older Korean girl from taking your cock in and out of her mouth. 

She lets out a little whimper as you stand in front of her, her large round eyes looking up at you as if you’d just deprived her of some sweet treat that she was in the middle of enjoying. Her perfect red lips curve downward, her lower lip protruding in a slight pout that would have been adorable were it not for the stiff cock currently pointed at her face, which put that pout in an altogether more lewd context.

You reach down with your hand, stroking the side of Nayeon’s face, enjoying the feel of smooth chestnut strands through your fingers as you run them through her hair. She smiles, nuzzles her cheek into your palm when you stroke her face - like an obedient pet. She runs her tongue over those plump, full lips of hers - glistening, red and tempting, like some forbidden apple.

On the screen, her group’s songs continue to play - now their newest title track is on. The lyrics of the track’s catchy hook, fittingly, talk about a red, red, red line.

The red line of Nayeon’s lips open, inviting you to fill her mouth -  and you smirk at yourself at the near perfect symmetry between the lyrics and the sight in front of you. With your right hand you grasp your cock at the base and place it at her lips, before thrusting slowly but strongly into her wet, hot cavern, filling her small little mouth with your shaft.

Before you know it you are thrusting in and out of Nayeon’s mouth at a slow but steady pace, the warm wetness of her lips and mouth and tongue eliciting a soft, long gasp of pleasure from your lips as you take your pleasure from the kneeling, submissive Korean girl. She places her hands on your pistoning hips, her lips tight around your shaft, her tongue playing merry havoc with the underside and tip of your cock.

“I told you to fuck her mouth,” Mina says, suddenly, her words piercing directly into your brain, somehow overpowering the loud music, the feel of Nayeon’s scalp in your hands and her lips and tongue on your shaft. Every syllable is perfectly pronounced, with perfect enunciation, like a princess delivering a royal rebuke from on high.

You tear your gaze from the ceiling, where you’d been staring in an attempt to keep at bay the pleasure coursing through your veins, and over at Mina. She has crossed her arms, her round, perfect breasts brought together deliciously by her upper arms. Her tits dangle there like perfect fruits - the most expensive, most ripe, most delicious kind.

But on her face is a look of contempt, of disappointment, as though she were royalty at the theatre, and the actors playing out in front of her were not up to her standards.

You realize that the pace you have set as you thrust in and out of her fellow group member’s mouth is not good enough, not fast enough for her. You instantly feel shamed, as though you’d let her down. She locks eyes with you, then gestures with her face towards Nayeon - and you realize what she means.

You grasp the back of Nayeon’s scalp with both hands - and begin to fuck her mouth faster, harder, your shaft pistoning in and out of the young woman’s mouth at a quick, frantic pace, as though you were hammering one of her other holes, and not that pretty, perfect little face of hers.

Nayeon grasps your hips in an effort to steady herself, and her brow scrunches slightly at your first few thrusts; but she soon gets used to the treatment, and the discomfort in those large, round eyes of hers quickly turns into something altogether darker, something a little more lustful and needy.

Saliva drips freely from the corners of her mouth to drip down her chin and onto her naked breasts, which are rocked with each thrust into her face. Her fingertips grip your hips with increasing tightness. But her eyes - her eyes tell you she loved it, loved the way she was being treated. More than loved it - she was getting off on it.

And so you fuck Im Nayeon’s mouth with a speed and recklessness that you never have dreamed of a few moments before. 

On the screen Mina sings about wanting to feel the highlight - and as you look down and watch as your cock recklessly pumps in and out of Nayeon’s full red lips - you wonder what could possibly be the highlight if this wasn’t.

“Enough,” Mina states - the single word piercing through the room again, grasping your full attention. You immediately stop your thrusts into Nayeon’s mouth, and stand there, awkwardly frozen, hilt deep inside the kneeling Korean girl’s warm, wet mouth.

“Fuck her now. On the couch.”

You look down, and watch as Nayeon slowly lets your stiff cock leave her mouth for the last time. She looks frazzled, a little dazed by the way you treated her - but her eyes, as always, do not lie - and they are still heavy with lust and need and want at the prospect of finally being fucked.

She stands, hooking her thumbs into her sweatpants and pulling them down her long, perfect legs - right along with her underwear. You take a moment to give her a long, lustful gaze from head to toe - the center of the nation’s girl group, naked, needy, wanton.

Now turning back is impossible, comes the lyrics from the TV. As Nayeon lies on the leather couch, spreading her legs to reveal the glistening, dripping lips of her pussy - you knew that turning back was, indeed, impossible.

You take position atop her, enjoying the feel of her warm thighs closing around your own. You press the tip of your cock at her opening, and with one long, slow stroke, slip inside Nayeon’s hot, wet, tight body. You brace yourself with your hands on either side of her head, looming over her, enjoying the dominant position and the feel of the submissive young woman’s pussy wrapped around your cock.

“Pound her,” Mina says, and a glance at her confirms that she has not moved an inch, legs and arms still crossed, back perfectly straight, cold eyes still locked on yours. “Hard.”

You tear your gaze from the Japanese girl’s piercing eyes to look down at Nayeon. Her tongue darts out to lick her lower lip before she bites it seductively. Her eyes are half lidded, lust and need and want filling her dark brown orbs. Her body, filled now with your cock, tightens deliciously around your shaft. 

“Do it. Fuck me hard,” Nayeon whispers, barely loud enough to be heard, but loud enough to finally break the last vestiges of hesitation in your painfully lust-addled mind.

There is no build up, no slow ramping up of pace - almost immediately you are pumping in and out of Im Nayeon’s pussy at a frantic speed, drilling into her body, nailing her to the couch. The girl’s gasps and moans quickly fill the room with a volume that contests that of the loud music video playing on the screen as she is fucked on the couch, her body unwilling or unable to do anything but submit to the hard cock pumping in and out of her helpless body.

Words can do little to describe the feeling of fucking a member of the nation’s girl group - a girl so universally adored by thousands if not millions the world over. A girl so often at the front and centre of the world’s stages, cell phones, and computer screens. A girl that seemed almost unreal, out of reach, as if she didn’t really exist in the physical world and was merely a figment of imagination given form by the desires of every male on Earth.

But right now she was a girl gasping and moaning in uncontrolled lust as she is pounded into the couch by her group member’s boyfriend, all while said group member sat and watched a few feet away. She is a girl being used and played with, presented as a mere part of a birthday present, like some toy or trinket to be enjoyed and then cast aside.

And she loved every moment of it.

Knowing this - knowing she enjoyed being treated this way - gave you license to treat her the way Mina wanted you to. Hurting Nayeon was the last thing you wanted to do. But if the moans of sheer, unfiltered pleasure that left her lips were any indication, hurting her was the exact opposite of what you were doing.

Nayeon cums - and when she does she quivers and shakes and spasms as though having temporarily lost control of her body. 

You close your eyes, trying in vain to keep the image of Nayeon’s perfect features twisted in pleasure from your visage, fearing that watching her take your cock for too long would make you cum too soon. No, you wanted this to last. You wanted to savor each thrust into her body, wanted to relish the feel of her tight little pussy wrapping itself around your cock. You wanted her moans and gasps to last the entire night, a lustful melody to the cutesy songs playing on the TV. You wanted to taste those stiff nipples of hers, wanted to devour those perfect little breasts that she so often teased men with on stage. You wanted-

“Enough,” Mina says again, her voice strong enough to interrupt even your internal monologue.

You fill Nayeon to the hilt, drawing a deep, long moan from the Korean girl as she is filled with cock once more. It is a moan the turns into a needy, desperate one, as she realizes you have stopped fucking her, pinning her instead to the couch with your unmoving shaft.

“Take her on the table. From behind. Facing me,” Mina says, gesturing with her chin at the table between you and her. The rest of her hasn’t moved, arms and legs still crossed. Those perfect breasts, round and full, not moving an inch.

As you slip your cock out of Nayeon’s body, your gaze is locked on Mina’s the whole time - and you notice that her nipples are taut and tight, hard with pleasure. She licks her lips - a barely noticeable flash of her pink tongue. The Japanese girl was just as turned as you and Nayeon were - but she was doing a better job of controlling herself.

Nayeon, having been relieved from her disappointment at your abrupt stop by the promise of more pleasure, has crawled onto the table on her hands and knees, her face a mere metre from Mina’s. But whereas Mina’s face has remained stoic and stern, Nayeon’s, so prim and smug when she walked into the room, is a needy, wanton mess.Hair disheveled, makeup ruined, a trail of saliva dripping from her mouth and down her neck - naked, needy, desperate.

When you grasp her small waist from behind and fill her once more with cock, the moan she lets out is one of sheer pleasure, a need fulfilled, a desperation relieved.

“Use her,” Mina orders. “Make her scream.”

I can’t stop me, the song repeats, over and over. You reach forward, unable to help yourself from grasping the base of Nayeon’s ponytail in a firm grip. As you draw your cock out from Nayeon’s tightly grasping pussy lips in preparation of resuming your fucking, you realize that you, too, were unable to stop.

Within moments you are fucking the Korean girl with a frantic, hard pace, your cock slamming in and out of her pussy with a force that sends shocks of pleasure into your veins and hers with each thrust. You pull back on her ponytail, drawing her throat up and open, her moans and groans and gasps filling the room, an erotic melody to the song playing in the background.

On the screen, the polished, groomed, perfect Nayeon sings of being in the spotlight, of knowing it’s not right. Now that same girl is on the table, on her hands and knees in front of you as she struggles to maintain her composure in the face of the thick cock pumping in and out of her pussy. The overhead light of the private karaoke room shines down on her tight little body as it takes each thrust - not quite the spotlight she was singing about, but one you prefer much more. The lustful moans that leave her throat tell you that knowing it wasn’t right did little to stop her from indulging in it anyway.

The slaps of skin hitting skin as you fill her to the hilt with each thrust fill the room, her gasps and moans rising and rising in volume until she is almost screaming, just as Mina wanted. You let soft grunts escape your lips as you continue to fuck her, each thrust sending shocks through her tight little frame. In the background, the song continues, unknowing of the lustful accompaniment joining it in this small, private karaoke room, unknowing one of its lead singers would be fucked so roughly with it playing in the background.

“M... Mina… I-” Nayeon gasps, the first full words she has managed to speak in a volume louder than a whisper, “I… I’m gonna cum soon! Can he… Can he cum.. In me? Please!? I… I need-”

Mina leans forward, her posture finally changing for the first time as she brings her face to within inches of Nayeon’s. She reaches up to caress the older Korean girl’s cheek with a gentle, soft touch. Only your grasp on Nayeon’s ponytail is keeping her head stable and upright - otherwise it would be flopping about with each impact of your hips on her round, full ass.

“Are you going to cum soon, baby?” she asks you, her eyes gazing up to lock with yours.

“I’m fucking close, Mina,” you admit, gritting your teeth as you continue to hammer in and out of the moaning Korean girl between you, struggling to both relish the pleasure and keep more it from overcoming you.

“Mina.. Mina, please! I need… I need him to cum in me please, oh please oh please oh please, I need.. I need his cum filling my pussy! Oh please, oh please, I need I need I need-!”

“Fuck, Mina, baby I’m gonna-”

Mina moves with a speed that takes you completely by surprise; one moment she is sitting there on the table with Nayeon’s head in her hand, the next she has risen and pushed you, quite literally, out of Nayeon’s body and onto the couch. Before you know it she has turned her back to you, crouching between your knees and taking you inside her wet, dripping pussy.

You are almost unable to comprehend what was going on. All you knew, the only thing present in your mind, was the hot, tight grasp of Mina’s body as you finally, mercifully, let your orgasm overtake you. For the second time in under an hour, you grasp Miyoui Mina’s perfect hips with your hands as you send rope after rope of thick, hot semen into her body, the warm white cum filling the tightly grasping walls of her pussy to the brim.

It must have taken you a minute or so to recover. But when you do, you are dimly aware of Nayeon, still on the table, a look of utter shock and disappointment on her face. Mina, still filled to the hilt with your cock, leans forward and snatches Nayeon’s t-shirt and sweats from the table before throwing them both at the surprised Korean girl.

“Get dressed and get out,” she says, coldly. “And tell the next one to be ready when we’re back at the dorms. His birthday isn’t over yet.”

Nayeon is a disheveled mess, her shock at Mina’s treatment at odds with the fact that she was still recovering from the rough sex she was having just moments before - sex she was denied the climax to. But she contains her anger long enough to give you both a glare, before throwing on her clothes and stomping out of the room.

The door has barely slammed shut when Mina lifts your hand from her hips and, finding your fingertips, pulls your right hand down her body, past her flat, firm stomach, and towards your cock, still embedded hilt deep inside her dripping opening. She lifts her hips, allowing your spent cock to finally slip out of her. Together you both feel the combined volume of two loads of your semen as they seep out of her dripping, cum filled pussy.

“You’re mine,” she whispers to you. “Only mine.”

 

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Author’s Note: Saw the fancams this morning (thank you atthebeginningwithu!), got super motivated and cranked out this continuation of Karaoke. Damn all of TWICE is looking super hot this cb! Props to their choreographers/stylists, they’re fucking killing it out there. Song is a straight up banger, can’t get it out of my head lol.

Anyway lemme know who you wanna see in Part 3 by dropping me an ask on lockefanfic.tumblr.com :)

Hurricane

Ahin was like a hurricane.

When she entered your life it was without warning - a “wyd” text, a call with words slurred by too much alcohol… sometimes just a knock on your door. The concept of advance notice was a foreign concept to her. When she wanted you, she went and got you, and that was the end of that. 

It’s 2:15am when you get the message - a straightforward “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” No wondering if you were free, or if you were even awake in the early morning hours of a Friday night - or technically, Saturday morning. Just the bold assumption you were awake, that you were at home, that you were willing to have her over - and that you were horny.

She wasn’t incorrect. She almost never was. And even if she was, it didn’t matter, because Ahin never took “no” for an answer.

And so when she knocks on the door of your apartment and you reach for the door handle it feels almost like you are inviting a storm into your home. A force of nature. An unstoppable creature powered by boundless reserves of lust and need, clad in a little black dress and bright blonde hair.

She is barely inside, barely across the threshold of your place when she wraps her arms around your neck and practically crushes her lips against yours. She tastes of liquor and lust. Her lips tell a story - one of the drunken Friday night escapades of youth, and the incessant need to release the pent up sexual energy that had been building throughout the week on something - or someone.

Your hands involuntarily wrap themselves around her, grateful for the tight, thin black dress that makes her look like she was simply dipped in black paint, so tight is it around her curves. Her body was what you imagined a wet dream of a sixteen year old would look like - all curves and valleys and perfect skin.

Her face, pressed against yours as she tries to practically crush your lips with her own, almost doesn’t match the rest of her. Her face is cute, adorable, one that belonged on a k-pop idol singing songs about first love while doing some cutesy dance routine. It seemed almost out of place, here, now, with lust written all over her button nose, her full cheeks, and bright round eyes that looked hand drawn by a cartoonist.

She pushes you, forcefully, onto the couch. She was never shy about being rough, about being forceful with you. You were just a toy, after all, an outlet for her needs. It hurt you sometimes, being used that way, but who were you to argue when the pleasure you received in return was so plentiful and freely given? When she straddles you, it causes the already ridiculously short hem of her dress to ride up her wide, perfect hips - and any thought of raising objection flees from your mind.

She captures your face in both of her hands, kissing you deeply, as though she were trying to stick her tongue as far down your throat as she could. Even while her tongue is mounting a search expedition of your tonsils her hands are working between your hot, lustful bodies, working at the waistband of your sweats, her fingers digging below your boxers and finding her prize - your stiff, hard shaft.

Sometimes she took her time playing with you. Sometimes she toyed with you. Sometimes she took you into her mouth, taking your cock in and out between those full pink lips of hers. Sometimes she even let you cum in her mouth. Sometimes she pushed your head between her spread thighs and made you eat the delicious, slick flesh at her core.Most of the time, though, oral was just to get you ready for when she took you inside her. 

But this wasn’t one of those times. Not when her need was so great. You would’ve loved to have her go down on you, would’ve loved to watch those innocent eyes locked on yours while your cock pumped away between those lips and made that pure looking face significantly less pure.

But what you wanted didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was her need.

Almost the second your cock is free she slips it between her legs, and between her wet, slick lips, and into her hot, tight body.

You groan out loud at the feeling of penetrating her, and she lets out a long, sultry moan as she fills herself with you, sliding slowly down the entire length of your cock until you are buried in her to the hilt. 

Soon she is riding you - uncaring of whether it felt good for you, whether you wanted to go slower and savor the experience - no, none of that mattered to Ahin. All that mattered was that she was getting what she wanted. She had you inside her now, and the next step was to get off on the hard, thick meat she was pumping in and out of her pussy with each pump of those full, thick hips.

You can do nothing but hold on to her as she rides you roughly on the couch, nothing but sigh in pleasure as she takes what she needs from you. You want to do something - want to do anything to establish that you weren’t just some helpless, powerless plaything - and so you reach up to the thin spaghetti straps of her dress and pull them down.

Her round, perfect breasts bounce free of their cotton prison, and you sit in awe for a moment as they reveal themselves to you. The rest of her body was perfection but her breasts are sublime, round and perfectly shaped, tipped with perfect nipples, stiff and taut, begging to be tasted, begging to be suckled from.

You bend your face to her bouncing chest - but Ahin stops you, grabs you painfully with nails that dig into the back of your scalp, and she twists your head up so that you are face to face with her.

All the while she hasn’t stopped riding you, hasn’t stopped pumping you in and out of the hot, wet, slick heat between her legs.

For a moment you lock eyes, and there is a sense of anger in those dark orbs, as though she was offended that her toy would even attempt to do something to her that she didn’t give her permission for. But that only lasts for a moment - soon she is giving you another torrid kiss, her tongue grazing along your teeth, before she breaks her lips from yours and presses your bewildered face to her chest.

“Fucking suck on my tits,” she hisses.

Her words - her first ones since walking across your threshold - are so dirty, so vulgar, the words ridiculously at odds with the cute, adorable face from which they are created. 

But you aren’t one to argue with her demand, not when there was a beautiful pair of breasts in front of you, and not when they belonged to Ahin. You learned long ago not to argue with her demands, because usually they were right in line with what you wanted, anyway.

Your mouth latches on to her left breast, and you suckle away, your lips latched onto the soft skin around her nipple while your tongue wreaks havoc on her stiff tip. Ahin moans and gasps, her hands almost crushing your head with her grip. She must have approved of the work of your mouth, because she almost immediately ups her pace, riding you harder and faster, using every muscle in those hips and legs to throw herself on your crotch, impaling herself over and over again with stiff, hard cock.

After a few glorious seconds with her breast you finally let go, leaning back to watch as Ahin takes her pleasure from you. Her head is cast back now, her eyes closed and mouth open to allow an uninterrupted stream of moans and gasps to leave those filthy lips of hers. She is so tight, so slick, and so hot around your cock that you think you might explode in the next few seconds.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking good, Ahin,” you gasp, the words leaving your mouth in a hiss, as though you were in pain, even if you were experiencing the exact opposite of it.

Ahin’s response is to slap you.

Not even a hard one - just a firm smack on your cheek with an open palm, one that leaves your cheek reddened.

“Don’t even… think about.. Fucking cumming… until I do.”

She must have read your mind, must have felt how close you were to cumming, and needed to remind you of your place. You were just a plaything. Playthings didn’t cum unless they were allowed to.

You want to retaliate, want to fight back and put this unruly mess of a woman in her place. You want to throw her off your cock, grab her by that fake blonde hair of hers and throw her on the bed, want to force her face down and ass up and fuck her from behind until you filled her with cum like the slut she was. 

But she is in control tonight. She almost always was. She was getting what she wanted. All you could do was hold on for the ride.

You groan, your grip on her bouncing hips tightening, your teeth grinding as you attempt to hold on, attempt to last as long as you possibly could. You are thankful to feel her tightening around you, that slick, hot tunnel pulsating and dripping more and more of her juices onto your already drenched crotch as she made a mess of the joining of your bodies.

She lets go of your battered scalp, mercifully, and grips your shoulders as she casts her head back in a tumble of gold strands. She rides you fiercely, as hard as she can - the hurricane is reaching the peak of its intensity. 

“Fuck----!”

The word encapsulates everything about Ahin that night - the vulgarity, the straightforwardness, the act of sex itself. Her body straightens and quivers like she were having some sort of seizure; and she was, in a way, as her orgasm seizes control of that perfect little body of hers and finally, mercifully, gives her the pleasure she so desperately needed.

You wonder how you possibly could have hung on, given the impossible sight and feel of this gorgeous young woman experiencing a powerful orgasm on your cock. It must have been a miracle. 

Or perhaps you were just too afraid to deny a force of nature its desires.

Ahin’s orgasm winds down, her body finally falling from its high. Her features flushed, she looks down at you, at her plaything, and finally relents, finally lets you have your way.

“Cum in me,” she demands. No cutesy language, no need to arouse you with more descriptive words - just a simple order, and an effective one at that. Her hips begin to move, begin to take you in and out of her once more with quick motions. And soon you are nearing your peak once more, but this time you are all too willing to throw yourself over it.

When you cum a few seconds later, sending stream after stream of thick, hot semen into Ahin’s still pulsating pussy, the look on her face is one of satisfaction - the look of a woman who knows she has a man wrapped completely around her finger.

She slumps forward, taking a moment to catch her breath. Not that you minded, buried between those perfect breasts of hers. Your tongue darts out to taste the creamy, soft skin of her cleavage; she tastes of sweat, and passion, and lust fulfilled.

After some indeterminate amount of time she raises herself off you - and the evidence of your sinful act is the torrent of white cum that drips from the splayed pink lips of her pussy and onto your crotch. She stands there in front of you for a moment, pulling the short hem of her dress down, smoothing out that bright blonde hair of hers. She pulls a tiny, now-drenched black thong back into place - you didn’t even notice she was wearing one, and how she must have simply pushed the flimsy little thing off to the side before you fucked.

Then she looks down at you, gives you a smirk, and walks out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. Not a word spoken, not a gesture of farewell given.

Only a storm passing, leaving you to pick up the pieces. 

Face

Seo Yeji had grace, poise, class. 

But not at 2:17am. And not when you wanted the very opposite of those things. 

It didn’t take her long to shed that regal, princess-like aura she so often carried. All it took was a text to make sure she was home, an Uber over to her apartment, and a knock on her door. A quick, frenzied duel of lips and tongue; a diving of your hands beneath the folds of her bathrobe to squeeze delicious naked curves; a parting of lips, a suggestive glance at the floor implying you wanted her on her knees.

She was quite a sight, her hair, still damp from the shower, brushed to one side of that perfect, small face of hers. Her skin is flushed and pink around the cheeks. It must have been a long, hot shower she’d just stepped out of. Pity she wouldn’t be clean for much longer.

Her hair waves as her head bounces, taking you in and out between her lips. The warmth and wetness of her mouth mirrors the warmth and wetness of the rest of her. Her tongue plays merry havoc on the underside of your long, stiff shaft. You gasp. You groan. You extend your left hand to the foyer wall to balance yourself. You do your best to keep standing upright amidst the assault of pleasure being conjured in your loins by the stunning young woman on her knees before you.

You can’t help but look down, unsurprised to find those eyes looking back at her. You were more than a little in love with those eyes, so graceful and demure one moment, filled with joy and laughter the next. She had a glare that could kill and an eye smile that could do the same. You loved getting both equally.

But she had a third look - a look of wanton lust. A look that told you she didn’t care how you treated her. A look that told you she was there for you, there to be taken, there to be used for your own pleasure.

Your left hand leaves the wall to join your right, clasping each side of her small head between your palms before you begin to thrust your cock in and out of her mouth with small movements of your hips, fucking her face the same way you fucked her other holes, enjoying every entry and exit into her hot wet depths. You’d had her pussy more times than you could count, and had your way whenever you wanted with her ass; but her face was special. Every girl on the planet had the other holes. Not every girl had a face quite like Seo Yeji.

She keeps her eyes locked on yours the whole while. Her face was so perfect, so small and perfectly sculpted, so emotive. A princess and the girl next door and a sly seductress, or any combination thereof. You found yourself wondering if this really was the same girl that bathed regularly in the light of camera flashes and the adoring shouts and cheers of her fans. 

If only the cameras could see her know. If only the fans could watch her like this.

You gently pull out of her mouth, finding the slim trail of her saliva that connects the tip of your cock to her mouth so ridiculously erotic. She wipes the sloppy remnants of her spit from her lips and mouth away with the back of her hand. She thinks she has cleaned herself. But you take your stiff, glistening cock in your right hand and slap her across the face with it, your hard meat landing with a satisfying dull wet smack on her cheeks, her nose and her chin. You rub it against her beautiful face, and her lips part in a quiet, wordless moan. 

Yeji loved a lot of things. She loved the feeling of you cumming inside her well-fucked pussy, filling her up with warm semen. She loved it when you ravaged her ass, using the most private part of her body roughly, callously, without regard for her own comfort or pleasure. Nothing quite compared to those things - but the feel of your cock playing on her face came close. 

She doesn’t break eye contact for a second. Not when she stands up, not when she slips her bathrobe from her shoulders to reveal her perfect body in its naked splendour, and not when she turns her back to you, spreading her legs and bending over until she is leaning against the foyer wall with both hands.

Why speak when no words were needed? Her eyes told you all you wanted to know. Her eyes told you what she wanted you to do. What she needed.

When you grip that slim waist of hers and slip inside her dripping pussy she finally breaks eye contact for the first time. She gasps; a thin, airy exhalation of breath, as though your cock was taking up the room inside her previously occupied by oxygen. She loved that feeling. That feeling of first penetration, of being filled and made whole. 

But as wonderful as that feeling was it was only a prelude, a starting point for what was to come. Could anyone stay there, embedded hilt deep inside one of the most beautiful women on earth, and possibly resist the temptation of actually fucking her? You certainly weren’t strong enough. You doubted any man on earth was.

You fuck her quick and fast; this was no time for slow lovemaking. This was a 2am liaison, and if the way you fucked her mouth didn’t make it obvious enough, you had no time or desire to prolong it more than necessary. 

Even as the gasps and moans that leave her throat mingle with the wet slapping of your hips against her ass, she keeps her head turned, those eyes locked on yours. Her face twists and contorts in pleasure and the twinge of pain that is the result of how roughly you are taking her; but her eyes stay fixed to yours. They tell you she was loving it. More than that - they tell you she wanted more.

You increase your pace, fucking the shuddering young woman with hard strokes of your cock until she stumbles forward, her upper body pressed now against the wall of her foyer. She is finally forced to break eye contact with you as her face is pressed against the cold wall by your left hand gripping her skull roughly. She grunts and moans and gasps as she is taken. You do the same as you take her.

She orgasms first - she always did, always so wanton and needy when you used her like this. Her mouth freezes in an open “o” of pleasure. Her entire body shakes and quivers. Her walls tighten and pulsate. She somehow becomes even wetter than she already was, her slick, dripping passage a wet sleeve for your cock.

You fuck her through the entirety of the orgasm. Usually you would slow down and let her relish each moment of it. Not today. Not now, not when your own orgasm beckoned. You fuck her hard, fast, rough. She is no longer an award winning actress, a perfect standard of beauty and grace. She is a toy, a means to an end. Something to be used.

You deliberate, for a moment, where you would cum. The thought of letting her choose didn’t even cross your mind. When you near orgasm, you remove yourself from her.

Your hands find her shoulders, pushing her down onto her knees. With your left hand you grasp a handful of her hair, dampened now with sweat in addition to her shower. You give it a sharp pull, pivoting her face up towards you. With your right hand you find your slick cock, and point it at her face - that gorgeous, perfect face, broken now by lust and want and need.

Her eyes find yours again. She opens her mouth, her pink tongue beckoning you to fill it with cum. She wanted it. Needed it. Expected your cum to land wetly into her mouth.

But what she wanted and needed didn’t matter.

You bring yourself to orgasm, and your cock pulsates before sending thick streams of warm semen all over Seo Yeji’s face, thick ropes of cum landing on her forehead, her nose, and her cheeks. You shudder as you cum, but you force yourself to watch as you paint the gasping young woman’s face with semen.

When your orgasm begins to wind down you thrust your cock inside her mouth. She gags initially, but she quickly accepts it, her tongue swirling around it and her lips closing around its base. You give her a few thrusts before you empty the last of your cum inside her hot, wet throat.

When you are done cumming you slip your cock out of her mouth. She chokes and gags slightly on the cum sliding down her throat. Some of it slips out of the corner of her mouth. 

A sly smile appears on your lips as you take in the sight of Seo Yeji on her knees, her face painted with thick ropes of your cum. She makes no effort this time to wipe anything off her face. She lets the thick liquid drip wetly down her features, enjoying the feel of the warm streaks it leaves behind on her perfect skin.

You pull your pants up and rebutton them.

Not a single word spoken. You never even left the foyer of her apartment.

The beautiful, graceful actress is gone. There is only a wanton, needy woman, lusts temporarily satisfied, naked and on her knees with a face and throat full of cum. 

The world was familiar with Seo Yeji’s faces. Only you saw this one.

You turn and leave the apartment, closing the door behind you and leaving her there.

Toy

It was one of those moments in your life when you hoped you weren’t just dreaming the whole thing up. 

When Chaeyoung and Momo aren’t looking, you pinch your left forearm - but the small prick of pain barely registers amidst the pleasure the two girls were working on your shaft as they shared it between them.

Momo lets your cock, slick with her saliva, pop out of her mouth, grasping it with her left hand and raising it up to reveal your swollen balls; Chaeyoung takes the hint and dives into your crotch, searching for and finding your sacks with her tongue, lathering them with her spit. A sly smile appears on Momo’s lips as she contents herself with watching her younger friend go to town on your nuts. She strokes your swollen cock lazily, and you sigh as you enjoy the feel of her hand pumping your shaft up and down.

You were more than a little surprised when TWICE’s manager approached you after their concert, giving you a hotel keycard and instructing you to show up to that room in half an hour. The concert was fun, but when Chaeyoung locked eyes with you during the encore and then immediately whispered something to Momo you assumed she was just pointing someone out who was nearby; never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined it would lead to this, now, with two members of your favorite girl group naked and on their knees between your spread legs, sharing a blowjob.

Chaeyoung finally ends her time with your balls, letting one pop out of her mouth with a loud slurping sound. Momo immediately resumes her blowjob, taking your shaft into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down, not missing a beat. You sigh involuntarily at the feel of one of the hottest idols in Asia sucking tightly on your shaft; surely this had to be a dream.

You reach down and caress Momo’s shoulder, delighting in the feel of actually touching a woman you thought was forever beyond your reach. Suddenly finding reserves of courage you never thought you had - and encouraged by the lustful look the Japanese girl gives you - you let your hand drift down her upper arm, eventually sliding beneath it to caress her full, round breast, finding and capturing a stiff nipple between your thumb and forefinger and giving it a soft pinch. Momo moans around a mouth full of your cock, and the vibrations it sends up and down your shaft send delicious sparks of pleasure up your spine and straight to your brain.

Chaeyoung watches all of this happen, watches you fondling her friend’s tit, and with a devilish grin she makes a suggestion you are powerless to resist.

“You should fuck her tits.”

The very thought of having you fuck her tits must have flipped a switch inside the older Japanese girl, because she almost immediately stops sucking your dick, giving it one last lick from base to tip before rising from her knees and moving onto the bed you were sitting on. Chaeyoung follows close behind her.

You take a moment to admire the sheer beauty of the two naked females, and the intense contrast between their bodies - each absolutely breathtaking in their own way, their unique features only highlighted by their close proximity to each other. Momo was the more traditional kind of hot, what with her perfectly sculpted model-tier body with curves in all the right places, full breasts and chiseled abs. Chaeyoung, by contrast, was all lean and wiry with muscle, small and tight, like some sort of predator cat always ready to pounce.

“Stop staring and fuck my tits,” Momo says, snapping you back into reality as she lies down on the bed, already cupping those round, full breasts in anticipation.

You straddle her, your legs on either side of her torso. You place your glistening cock between her large mounds, and the tightness you feel when Momo presses her tits around your cock makes you feel dizzy - but when you actually begin to move, thrusting your cock in and out slowly between her soft, warm breasts, you think you might pass out.

“Fuck that’s hot,” you spit, almost involuntarily, the words leaving your mouth before you knew you were saying them. Her breasts feel like heaven around your shaft, warm and tight. Momo’s eyes are focused on the tip of your cock as it appears from between her tits, and she tries playfully to lick it.

Chaeyoung is not idle during all this, and she crawls up behind you, pressing her naked chest against your back and wrapping her arms around your torso.

“It’s your lucky day, isn’t it?” she whispers into your ear, “Getting to fuck two members of your favorite girl group?”

“Fuck yes,” you answer back. Chaeyoung’s implication of even more impending pleasure drove you insane.

“You think you can keep up with us?”

You make the mistake of glancing down at Momo, her hands tightly pressing her breasts around your glistening shaft. She must have felt you staring at her, because she catches your eyes and holds your gaze, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She moans softly - and it occurs to you that Chaeyoung was fingering her.

“Fuck, I think I’m gonna fucking cum soon.”

It embarrassed you a little, cumming so soon, but the whole situation was so wild, so unexpected, that you doubted anyone could last much longer.

“Cum all over her pretty face,” Chaeyoung hisses, “paint that face and those tits with your cum.”

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, trying in vain to hold on and prolong the pleasure. But when Chaeyoung brings her fingers to your mouth - stained liberally with what you assumed were Momo’s tangy, slick juices - it all becomes too much to fight.

You thrust a few more times into Momo’s tits before your orgasm overwhelms you, and your cock spurts large ropes of warm, thick semen onto Momo’s cleavage and face, the white liquid landing wetly onto her pretty cheeks. Momo opens her mouth widely and sticks out her tongue, and is rewarded with a few streams landing into and around her mouth. The rest of it falls on her cheeks, her long, graceful neck, and the flushed skin of her upper chest.

“Good boy,” Chaeyoung says, appreciative of the work of art you’d left on her friend’s chest and face.

You watch as Momo finally releases your cock from between her flushed, reddened tits, using her hands to gather up as much of the cum off her face, neck, and breasts as she could, bringing the thick white semen to her face to lick off like some sweet treat. You stumble off her chest, lying down on your side next to the prone Japanese girl.

Chaeyoung almost immediately pounces on Momo like the feline predator you figured her for, pressing herself against Momo and licking your cum off her face. You watch for long, glorious seconds as the younger girl gathers each stream of semen off her friend’s face and breasts with her tongue before swirling it around in her mouth. When she has enough, she raises her head above Momo’s and spits it into the older Japanese girl’s mouth, letting it fall from her pursed lips in a single long, glistening strand. You watch as Momo opens her mouth, gratefully accepting the rope of semen that lands squarely on her pink tongue. When she has received it all, her throat gulps, finally swallowing your cum.

The sight is so intensely erotic that you quickly find your shaft springing back to life. Your left hand almost involuntarily begins to stroke your cock.

“Are you going to just sit there jacking off, or are you gonna fuck me?” Chaeyoung asks.

“If you two are going to fuck, I better get off too,” Momo spits, and you watch as she grasps the top of Chaeyoung’s head with her hands and pushes her downward. Chaeyoung takes the hint and travels down Momo’s body until she is between the Japanese girl’s legs. You take up position behind Chaeyoung, and with one quick thrust, you slip inside the Korean girl’s tight, slick pussy.

You groan out loud at the feeling of first penetration - Momo’s tits were wonderful but being inside a warm, tight pussy was on another level altogether, and the fact that said pussy belonged to one of your favorite idols made it even more surreal. You’d spent so many long hours just staring at photos of these girls - and now you were balls deep inside one of them, ready to give her a hard fucking.

“Fuck me already,” Chaeyoung snaps, looking back at you over her shoulder with fierce eyes, “Fuck me hard. Don’t stop until I cum.”

“Don’t stop until I cum either,” Momo adds. “Then you can fill up this bitch’s pussy with cum.”

You were entirely prepared to pull out when the time came to it, but who were you to refuse Momo’s instructions? And so when you begin to fuck Chaeyoung with long, deep strokes of your cock, you did so knowing you could cum inside her - which made every thrust, every penetration, feel that much better.

Chaeyoung’s lean, tight little body is rocked with each thrust into her pussy, and she uses it as momentum to fuck her friend’s pussy with her mouth, her tongue pressed flat against the Japanese girl’s clit, swirling around it occasionally. You watch as she slips two fingers into Momo’s pussy, curling upward and finding a spot that elicits long moans from the older girl.

You slap Chaeyoung’s firm, tight butt - softly at first, but when she gasps in response and tells you to spank her ass with a fierce tone, you are all too happy to oblige. Soon her cheeks are red and flushed, the room filled with a chorus of breathy female moans, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, and the loud smacks of Chaeyoung being spanked harder and harder.

Momo is the first to cum - she clearly got off on being titfucked and fingered at the same time, and now that Chaeyoung was eating her out while being fucked herself - it was an image that drove the Japanese girl quickly over the edge. She only has time for a quick warning before her body becomes a quivering, shaking mess.

“Oh, fuck-” she gasps, her voice cut out as her body shakes almost violently in orgasm.

Bringing her friend to orgasm must have triggered a similar reaction in Chaeyoung - and Momo’s juices flooding into her tongue clearly helped. 

“Oh god, yes, fucking cum for me Momo. Oh god… yes… keep fucking me!”

You increase the pace of your thrusts, slapping Chaeyoung’s sore, red ass more and more - and her pussy tightens and clenches around you with each thrust, the wetness and tightness of her walls increasing exponentially as she reaches her own orgasm.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“God, Chaeyoung, I’m gonna cum too.”

“Fucking cum inside me. Give me every drop. Fill me up. Fuck. Cum inside my pussy! Oh--”

Like Momo, Chaeyoung’s voice also cuts out as she cums - and you yourself cum soon after, driving yourself as deeply as you could inside the shrieking Korean girl’s pussy as you could before finally releasing a veritable torrent of cum inside her, the warm, thick semen spurting from your tip to paint her inner body in white.

Your mind goes absolutely blank - not only was it mind blowing sex; it was a mindblowing threesome with two of Asia’s hottest idols. What any man on Earth would have given to be in your position now, balls deep inside Son Chaeyoung, having her walls drenched with your cum.

You give her a few more thrusts, delighting in the feel of your juices, hers and yours, wet and thick around your cock. When you finally slip out of her, the flood of cum that appears from between her splayed lips is an image you want to remember forever.

Exhausted, you finally collapse on the bed next to the two sweaty, breathless girls. Chaeyoung is still recovering from her orgasm, but she finds the wherewithal to grab her phone off the nightstand and point it at your still hard cock, drenched with cum.

“Sana would want to see this,” she says, before lying down on Momo’s body, using the older girl’s tits as a pillow. Her tongue pokes out to toy with a stiff nipple, and Momo strokes the younger girl’s hair appreciatively.

“I wonder how she’s doing with her playtoy,” Momo wonders aloud, her tone weirdly innocent given the erotic nature of her words.

Chaeyoung’s phone vibrates, and a sly smile appears on her face upon reading Sana’s reply. She shows the phone first to Momo, who chuckles to herself, before showing you the screen in turn.

On it is a close-up photo of Sana, with a thick, long, hard cock, glistening with saliva, pressed against her cheek. The younger Japanese girl’s face is weirdly cute and innocent, as is the smile on her perfect lips - take away the cock and you’d think she were shooting an album cover photo. You’d always been attracted to the duality of Minatozaki Sana, and never in a million years could you have dreamed you’d see it here, highlighted so intensely.

Chaeyoung’s phone vibrates one more time, and she reads aloud Sana’s reply.

“Sana’s on her way here,” she says slyly, “she thinks maybe she wants to play with two toys tonight.”

“Man, what a lucky day you’re having,” Momo quips. Your shaft is sore and spent, having recently cum twice, but the thought of having a session with Sana brings the first feelings of arousal back into your exhausted flesh.

“I hope you like to share,” Chaeyoung begins, “because you’ll definitely be sharing Sana. You better decide what end of her you want. She loves being spitroasted...”

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Author’s Note: I legit banged this out in a single quick session, so apologies for any errors/grammar. I got a super hot ask/request on my tumblr and was super excited to write it lol. Make sure you drop by at lockefanfic.tumblr.com - anon asks are open, feel free to drop ideas/requests or just talk random stuff about idols :)

Looking back at this, damn, this was especially filthy/dirty and totally PWP. It was a nice change of pace from the storyline-driven Dream Girls. Hope you all like it - lemme know if you guys wanna see a Part 2!

Toy - Part 2

When Sana entered the hotel room, she did so while dragging another man by his cock.

Son Chaeyoung is sitting in your lap, naked as the day she was born, trying playfully to toss random rice snacks into the air for you to catch with your mouth. But when Sana approaches the large leather couch where you are lounging lazily with Chaeyoung and the equally naked Momo - dragging the male behind her like some obedient pet via the grip she had on his erect genitals - you found your attention locked solely on her.

“Hi!” she says to you, her face shining brightly, her tone equally so, as though she were introducing herself on some Korean variety show. You’d half expected her to go through the whole “One in a million! Annyeonghaseo, TWICE imnida!” introduction you’d heard a million times before - such was her cheery disposition, which was almost totally at odds with the intensely lewd nature of her surroundings and the fact that she had a man’s rigid cock in the palm of her right hand.

“H-Hi,” you answer back, still feeling a little shocked at the sight of the very same Minatozaki Sana you’d seen in a million photos and videos - here, in front of you, in the flesh - with a grip on another man’s cock as though it were a handle for a shopping cart. She is wearing a hotel bathrobe, likely only for some semblance of modesty during the short trip from her own hotel room to here - but the naked man she was quite literally dragging along had enjoyed no such convenience. If she wore the bathrobe to look discreet in the hotel hallways, the fact that she was dragging around a naked man by his cock kind of defeated the purpose - but you weren’t one to question the actions of a girl like Sana.

She was just as perfect looking in the flesh as she was in all the photos and videos - a real life anime character, her face bright and cute and sexy all at the same time; and with a body to match. Her body seemed sculpted from the wildest fantasies of every 20 year old male in the country, with round, perky breasts, toned stomach, and firm, thick thighs that led to long, luxurious legs.

“You must be Pikachu,” she says to you, smiling.

“Uh, wha-”

“That’s your toy name,” Momo says lazily, before tossing another potato chip down her hatch, “we don’t use real names for toys here.”

“Pikachu, I’d like you to meet Woody.”

“Uh, hi,” you manage to say to the young man standing just behind Sana in what was probably the oddest introduction to another human being you’d ever experienced in your entire life. You didn’t know the guy, but Sana’s choice of toy name for him was top-tier.

“Hey,” Woody answers back, both of you quite unsure of what to make of the surreal situation you’d found yourselves in. You assumed that he too was at the concert, and that Sana had picked him out of the crowd the same way Chaeyoung did for you.

“So Chaeyoung, Momo - can I borrow Pikachu to play with?” Sana asks, a wide smile on her face, as though she were asking Chaeyoung if she could borrow a plaything and not an entire human being.

“Ugh, I guess so,” Chaeyoung answers with a feigned sigh, “but don’t break my toy. I’m not done playing with him yet.”

The younger girl reluctantly hops off your lap, and you lament the loss of close contact with her small, tight little body. She slips into Momo’s embrace on the opposite couch, the older Japanese girl wrapping her arms around her invitingly.

“Well, as you can see, Woody and I have already gotten started. Time for you to catch up, Pikachu,” Sana says, stepping towards you and reaching out invitingly with a slim, slender hand.

You rise, slowly, from the leather couch as Sana drops to her knees between you and Woody. Your mind is still reeling - making eye contact with Chaeyoung at the concert was enough to make your day, enough of a memory to last a lifetime. You never in a million years could have imagined what would come next - never could have imagined Minatozaki Sana on her knees between you and another man, a cock in each of her hands, pumping each shaft of meat slowly with long, dainty fingers.

She doesn’t waste any time, quickly darting out her tongue and giving your rapidly hardening shaft a quick lick from base to tip. It doesn’t take much longer for you to reach full hardness, not with one of the hottest women on the face of the planet on her knees in front of you, taking you in and out of her mouth. All the while she is pumping Woody’s shaft with her right hand, his precum staining her perfect skin and making her fingers glisten.

For long, beautiful minutes Sana gives you and Woody a blowjob, alternating between the two hard shafts in each of her hands, sucking and licking one cock while pumping the other with her free hand. Every now and then she dips below the shaft to play with swollen testicles, and from time to time she lets a cock graze her full cheeks and face, smearing her own saliva and traces of slick precum onto her perfect vanilla skin.

After an especially long and hard suck on Woody’s cock that draws a soft sigh of pleasure from the young man, she turns to your shaft and slaps herself in the cheek with it, a look of bliss on her perfectly sculpted features - and the sight of it drives you insane. She rubs the hard meat around her face like it were a bar of soap, a sultry look of pure want on her perfect features. How could someone be so adorable and cute one moment, and become completely wanton and lustful the next?

“Holy fuck, Sana,” you hiss, involuntarily. Her bathrobe has been loosened by her vigorous work on the cocks in front of her, revealing the perfect creamy skin of her upper chest. Your view gives you a perfect look down the tantalizing cleavage between the folds of her robe - the same cleavage she loved to flaunt on stage, the same cleavage you thought would be forever beyond your reach. 

“Mmm, I think both of our toys are ready now, don’t you think, girls?” Sana says, her gaze still locked on your shaft as she lets it press upon that beautiful face of hers. Your cock grazes one more time over her perfect nose, those full cheeks, and those wonderful pink lips. Her eyes are half-lidded and drunk with lust, her mouth slightly open to allow a small sigh of pleasure to escape her lips at the feeling of hard cock pressing against her face.

“Oh, they’re definitely ready,” Momo chirps from the couch. On her lap, Chaeyoung has turned to face the action, her back pressed against Momo’s naked chest - and Momo’s hand is playing, almost lazily, with the moist flesh between the younger girl’s legs. She lets out a soft gasp as Momo starts playing with her little tits, capturing and pinching the stiff nipples with a thumb and index finger.

Sana rises from her knees and takes a few steps towards the bed, allowing the pristine white cotton of the bathrobe to fall from her shoulders, finally revealing her naked body to your eyes. She does a little spin, finally facing you, and your eyes drink in the perfection of the female form standing in front of you. On stage in those skimpy little outfits she was so fond of, she was already a goddess - now, naked, clothed only in lust, she was outright sublime.

“I want you both inside me at the same time - I want both my pussy and mouth filled at the same time. But you’re both probably wondering which one of you gets my pussy first? Woody and I have already had a little private fun in our hotel room,” she says, her tone dripping with want and sex and all things erotic, “so I ch-”

“Don’t!” Chaeyoung and Momo snap, but it is too late.

“-I choose you, Pikachu.”

You couldn’t help but smirk at the joke, at the sheer ludicrous nature of your circumstances. You found yourself wondering yet again if you were in the middle of some crazy dream, and whether you’d wake up in your hotel room alone. But when you approach the bed where Sana is lying on her back and reach out and touch the perfect vanilla skin of her long, luxurious legs - your fingertips tell you that it was, indeed, all real.

Woody follows you to the bed, and he kneels on it next to Sana’s face, his cock pressing up against her cheek, where Sana caresses it lovingly with her long, dainty fingers, as though it were a familiar pet giving her a kiss. You take up position on your knees between the girl’s spread legs and take your shaft in your hand, pressing it to the moist, slick flesh of Sana’s opening. 

“Fuck me, boys.”

The sound that leaves her throat when you enter her is nothing short of heavenly, but it pales in comparison to the feel of Minatozaki Sana’s tight, wet, hot walls wrapping themselves around your cock as you bury yourself inside her. Almost as soon as you fill her Sana turns her head and takes Woody’s shaft into her mouth, filling herself from both ends with hard cock. Taking only a moment to savor the feeling of being buried in the pussy of one of Asia’s hottest idols, you draw your shaft out of her body, relishing the sight of your cock liberally stained with her juices - it seems giving two men a simultaneous blowjob really got her off.

Your second thrust into Sana sends spikes of pleasure up and down your spine - pleasure you quickly find yourself needing more of. Before you know it you are fucking her with long, hard strokes, withdrawing until only your head is inside her before penetrating her slick pussy again and again. Woody is balls deep inside Sana as well, his shaft fucking her mouth and throat with a steady pace as you both pump the Japanese girl full of meat from both ends.

You watch as Sana’s body is rocked back and forth on the bed, her small, perfectly shaped breasts bouncing hypnotically to the rhythm of the cocks pumping in and out of her tight, wet holes; she loved to tease her fans on stage with her cleavage, but to see her naked tits now, bouncing and being rocked with each thrust of your cock into her body - it was a sight to behold. The rest of her body is equally perfect, her tight, flat stomach flexing with effort, and the creamy, soft skin of those full thighs spreading widely to accept each thrust into her body.

Her sighs and moans come out as muffled sounds, but the fact that they were muffled by the hard, thick shaft thrusting in and out of her mouth made them that much more erotic.

It couldn’t have been more than a minute or two of fucking, but being fucked from both ends clearly got Sana off quick, and soon you can feel her pussy tightening around you, her juices flowing more liberally around your pumping cock to stain your crotches and her thick thighs. You reach down with your palms and spread her flushed legs even more, enjoying the sight of your cock as it penetrates her juicy, slick pussy.

Her free hand clutches your wrist, her nails digging almost painfully into your skin. She lets Woody’s cock, drenched with her saliva, pop out between her pink lips. Woody’s precum and her saliva are flowing freely from her mouth and onto that perfect jawline of hers.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Sana becomes a quivering, shaking mess of naked female flesh on the bed as she orgasms, her eyes staring intensely at you as you bury yourself inside her one more time and savor the feel of her spasming pussy tightening and pulsating around you. She breathes heavily, her breasts bouncing deliciously as she does so, her skin flushed and pink all over.

“I told you... she got off on being filled,” Chaeyoung quips, but her tone is soft and lusty - a glance over to the couch, where Momo’s quickly thrusting fingers are knuckles deep inside the young girl, tells you why. Momo gives you a sultry stare from over Chaeyoung’s shoulder as she snakes her left hand around the younger Korean girl and gives her small chest a firm squeeze, toying lazily with the girl’s stiff nipples.

Sana takes a few moments to recover, lazily stroking Woody’s wet cock with a hand as she does so. When her energy returns, she rises from the bed and gets on all fours, her round, full ass and thick thighs now dominating your sight.

“Alright, I’ve had my fun. It’s your turn now, boys. Take me.”

“Fuck the bitch,” Momo snaps, her eyes fierce even as she fingers the mewling Korean girl in her lap, “make her scream. Fucking use her.”

“F-fuck, yeah,” Chaeyoung adds with some difficulty given the pleasure she was currently experiencing, “Use her! Spitroast the slut!”

Woody is the first to take their advice to heart, and he quickly takes a kneeling position at Sana’s head before grasping the back of her skull and thrusting it down onto his cock, filling her mouth with his shaft. His roughness surprises you at first, but the sight of Sana gladly taking his cock like a champ, combined with that perfect body of hers in prime position to be taken before you, quickly chases any hesitation away.

Grasping the Japanese girl’s raised ass with both hands, you squeeze the firm mounds, enjoying the feel of her flesh filling your palms and the sight of her clenched asshole between them - and the slick, wet pink flesh below it. You grasp your cock in your right hand, line it up with her slick folds, and soon Sana is filled with cock from both ends once more.

Sana was a sight to behold when she was being fucked on her back, but on all fours and taking a shaft from each end she was on a different level altogether. Her rear was almost as breathtaking as her front, with her toned back, moistened with sweat, and the perfect hourglass shape of her slim waist and full, thick thighs. You couldn’t resist giving her firm butt a smack, one that draws a muffled yelp of pleasure from the wanton Japanese girl around the stiff cock currently filling her mouth.

For a few wonderful, blissful minutes you and Woody fill Sana up with cock, falling into a rhythm as you each withdraw from her body as the other slams into her, only to thrust back in as the other leaves; your paces increase, hands on her skull and her ass keeping her in perfect position as her body is used by two stiff, thick cocks.

Sana lets Woody’s shaft slip from her mouth as she throws her head back and screams in ecstasy. The deep, dark sound that leaves her throat is almost like a growl - a wordless, guttural snarl made by a creature craving more. She grabs Woody’s cock and practically shoves it between her lips once again, and Woody takes it as license to continue fucking her mouth.

“Look at her fucking take those cocks,” Momo snaps, drawing your attention to the couch, where she has reduced Chaeyoung to a mewling, quivering mess in her arms, “look at her get off on being fucking filled!”

Chaeyoung’s only response is to let a long, drawn out moan escape her lips as her entire body stiffens and she cums on Momo’s fingers, her hands clawing into the couch as Momo’s touch finally drives her over the edge.

“Fuck, it feels so good!” Sana exclaims, letting Woody’s drenched cock slip out of her lips for a moment, “I feel so full! Fuck me, fucking use me!”

Watching one of your favorite idols get off on being spitroasted lent you further energy, and you resume pounding her from behind - and Sana shrieks in response, only to be cut off when Woody grasps her head and thrusts his cock into her wanton mouth once more.

“Fucking take my cock, bitch,” he hisses with an aggressiveness that surprises you - but when Sana responds with a muffled moan of pleasure, it encourages you to do the same.

Soon you are pounding her - not simply fucking her from behind, not simply enjoying her body - now you are using it, using her, using her to get the pleasure you so desperately wanted, and she was all too willing to provide.

It quickly becomes too much, and Minatozaki Sana’s perfect body pushes you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you hiss, and Woody utters the same.

“Fill her up!” Momo shouts.

“Do it!” Chaeyoung adds, evidently having recovered from her own orgasm, “fucking fill the bitch up with cum!”

“Do it, boys,” Sana confirms, replacing her mouth with a pumping fist on Woody’s aching cock as she looks up at him. When she looks over her shoulder at you as you continue to pound her slick pussy, it is a look that drips with utter lust and need. Gone is the cutesy meme-material girl of Korean variety shows and their music videos - the woman being fucked from both ends in front of you was made of pure sex; she was lust incarnate.

“Fucking cum inside me, both of you. Fill me up with your cum!”

Sana takes Woody’s cock back into her mouth, and you savor the last few thrusts into her wet, slick, hot pussy before you bury yourself as deep as you can inside her and finally let go, sending stream after stream of hot, thick semen deep into her body. Woody cums soon after, filling Sana’s mouth entirely with his cock before sending his cum directly into her throat.

The muffled moan of utter desire and wanton need that leaves Sana’s throat as she is filled from both ends with cum is one of the hottest things you’d ever heard in your life, and it takes a significant amount of effort on your part just to keep upright as Sana’s pussy milks every last drop from your aching cock. You look down and watch her slick, pink lips being splayed by your pulsating shaft as you give her aching pussy a few last thrusts, pushing your semen as deep inside her as you could.

When you both finally slip out of her, the warm, thick cum that drips from her used pussy and the corners of her mouth flows down her thighs and jaw to stain the bed as she finally collapses onto it, her seemingly boundless energy finally drained. She lets out a small cough to clear her throat and lets some white cum leave her tired mouth, dripping down her jaw - her movements cause even more of your slick cum to flow from her pink, tired pussy lips until it stains the sheets beneath her tired body in a small puddle.

The next few minutes are a blur as you struggle to recover from one of the most powerful orgasms you’ve ever had; all you are vaguely aware of is Chaeyoung joining the three of you on the bed, and the wonderful sight of the young Korean girl making out passionately with Sana, the thick white liquid of Woody’s semen spilling down their chins as they exchange it between them. Chaeyoung loved sharing cum, it seemed - and she confirms it with a soft sigh that escapes her lips as she breaks the kiss with Sana, letting a long rope of cum connect their mouths - before she tilts her head back and swallows the cum in her mouth, savoring the feel of the thick white juices sliding down her young throat.

The next thing you are aware of is the feel of a warm hand wrapping around your spent cock, still slick with your own cum and Sana’s juices. 

“I hope you haven’t broken our toy yet, Sana,” Momo says as she lazily strokes your sore shaft up and down, “He’s already cum three times, and I’m the only one around here that hasn’t gotten any cock in me.”

“Don’t worry, I think Woody’s still good to go - he’s only cum twice so far tonight,” Sana quips as she nonchalantly strokes Chaeyoung’s hair, even as the younger girl travels down her tired body to slurp the fresh, hot cum leaking from the Japanese girl’s pussy.

Momo gives you a smirk. “Fine, I guess I can go play with him. You rest up, Pikachu - you’ll need it.”

“F-for what?” you ask, your mind still hazy and drunk with pleasure.

“For whoever you want next,” Momo answers, as she straddles Woody’s still erect shaft. “You’ve done pretty well for a toy - and when toys make us cum, we let them choose which member they want to fuck next.”

Your mind races, the sight of Chaeyoung between Sana’s legs slurping up your own cum from the Japanese girl’s dripping pussy giving you plenty of ideas as to what to do next to the three women in the room.

“Even the members that aren’t here,” Momo says, as she strokes Woody’s stiff head up and down her drenched pussy lips, “let us know who you want, we’ll call them over, and you can have them.”

“Only three members get to choose toys per concert,” Sana explains, “to lessen the chance of getting caught by paparazzi or something. Momo and Chaeyoung chose you, I chose Woody. I bet the others are each horny as hell, just waiting for a call.”

Chaeyoung raises her head from between Sana’s flushed thighs, a thin stream of your semen dripping from her chin, the strand still connected to the mess she was making of the Japanese girl’s pussy.

“So who do you want to fuck?”

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Toy - Part 3

Part 1 and Part 2

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“She’s a good choice.”

You weren’t quite sure how to take Momo’s statement, given the fact that she delivered it while licking the combination of slick fluids, both hers and Woody’s, from the young man’s half-erect cock. Her right hand is keeping his shaft upright, while her left is busy between her legs, fondling the fresh cum that Woody had pumped inside her a mere minute or two ago. Woody idly strokes the Japanese woman’s hair as if she were an obedient pet curled up between his legs, a dazed look on his face as though he weren’t quite believing what was actually happening to him - a look that was more than likely mirrored on your face as well.

You had to admit you were more than a little jealous of the fact that Woody was the one that got to cum inside Momo, but given the fact that you’d cum inside both Chaeyoung and Sana you suppose you weren’t really in any position to complain.

“Yeah, I would have picked her too,” Sana says softly from her position next to you on the bed, where she too is playing lazily with the moist flesh between her legs, enjoying the feel of your own still-warm cum leaking from her opening - at least, what was left of it after Chaeyoung had slurped out as much as she could. “But you should know, she has certain… preferences.”

“What kind of preferences?” you ask, somewhat distracted by Sana’s glistening fingers as she raises them to her lips and licks the slick fluids off with a flash of her pink tongue.

“You’ll see,” she answers, with a devilish smirk on her lips. You’d seen that smirk before, a million times, in their music videos and on variety shows; never in a million years could you have imagined you’d see it now, with her naked and leaning on your right shoulder as she slips a finger inside herself once more to play with your still warm cum. Your right hand wanders down her side to her round butt, where you give her ass a spank that extracts a playful yelp from the frisky Japanese girl.

“She’s ready!” comes Chaeyoung’s cheerful voice from the foyer of the hotel room. She is wearing a silky bathrobe that is only lazily tied at the waist, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything else underneath it. 

“Come on, Momo - I think these three will need the bed,” Sana states, shooting you a wink before making her way off the bed. 

“Alright,” Momo agrees with faux-reluctance, “I guess we can have some fun with Woody here in the bathroom while you three are…occupied.”

“Come now, Woody. You’re still good to go for a couple more times, right?” Sana asks, her high-pitched, playful tone like that of an owner speaking to a puppy.

The young man, still dazed and mostly confused, nods excitedly before he leaves the bedroom the same way he entered - with Sana dragging him by cock.

When the Japanese girls have vacated the room with their toy, Chaeyoung returns her attention to you, a mischievous smile on her cute features.

“Ready?”

“I-I think so,” you lie, not quite knowing what else you could do to prepare yourself for what was about to occur. The rest of the evening up this point had felt like a lust-fueled fever dream that you could not have dreamt up in a million years - how the hell could you consider yourself ready for what was going to happen next, when you could barely process what had already happened?

“Good,” Chaeyoung replies, her smile widening. She takes a few steps into the bedroom to reveal that she has been holding on to a thin, shiny silver chain - a chain attached to a pair of handcuffs.

Wearing the handcuffs is Chou Tzuyu, clad only in a lacy bra and matching set of panties - and a red silk blindfold.

“Our plaything is here, Pikachu.”

“Our p-plaything?”

“That’s right,” Chaeyoung answers as she pulls forward on the chain, pulling Tzuyu forward and into the room until they are both standing at the foot of the bed. “Like we said, this is a reward for making us cum. You got to pick who you wanted next. Most of us can be pretty bossy in the sack, but lucky for you, Tzuyu here loves being played with - isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“Y-yes, unnie,” Tzuyu answers, her polite tone cut somewhat with an underlying lust. The Taiwanese girl bites her lip after she delivers her answer - and you already begin to feel your cock stirring in response.

“Don’t worry, unnie will be here the whole time,” Chaeyoung says as she strokes the younger girl’s chestnut hair as it falls around naked shoulders, “and you don’t have to worry either, Pikachu. Our baby girl loves being treated like this.”

“O-okay,” you answer with a gulp.

“She especially likes when you use this.”

Chaeyoung retrieves a long black object from the folds of her robe, much like a sorceress retrieving her magic wand, and tosses it at your feet. It takes you a second to realize it is a riding crop.

“Come now, baby girl. I’ll get you into position.”

“Yes, unnie, please do,” Tzuyu answers, the immediacy of her answer betraying the anticipation of her body. You’d long considered Tzuyu to be listless and uninterested during her appearances, as though she weren’t as invested in the idol life as her fellow members. You’d long though it was due to the language barrier, or just that she was naturally more reserved than the others - but to see and hear her anticipation for the surely lewd acts to come was exciting to say the least. Perhaps her interests rested more in the bedroom than on the stage or in front of the cameras.

Chaeyoung motions for you to get off the bed, and you watch as Tzuyu lies on her back atop it, raising her arms above her head so Chaeyoung can tie the end of the chain tightly around the headboard. The length of the chain meant Tzuyu could still move around freely, even if her wrists were bound together. Nonetheless, the Taiwanese girl keeps her hands above her head as she settles down into the bed’s soft cotton sheets.

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she, Pikachu?”

“Hell yes,” you answer quickly, the agreement spilling from your lips quicker than you would have anticipated. You take a moment to drink in the sight of Tzuyu’s body for the first time, and it truly was a sight that took your breath away. She was tall, slim and curvy in all the right places, covered with perfect, creamy light caramel skin. Her chest was not as well endowed as the other girls, but her breasts are still perfectly round, pushed up and together deliciously by a lacy strapless bra that created a wonderful looking cleavage.

Her hips and thighs, though - that was where Tzuyu shone. The girl had a tiny waist that flared out into full hips and thick, perfectly sculpted thighs - thighs that were already squirming on the bed in anticipation, the meaty flesh rubbing against each other in an attempt to produce some sort of release for the moist, hungry pussy between her legs.

You found yourself unconsciously licking your lips as you watch the Taiwanese girl’s hips and thighs squirm and writhe atop the bed.

Chaeyoung must have caught on to your eagerness to begin, as she picks up the riding crop from the bed and places the handle of it in your hand, covering it with her own, her small fingers wrapping around yours.

“Let’s begin, shall we, Pikachu?”

Chaeyoung brings the tip of the riding crop to Tzuyu’s nose - and the Taiwanese girl twitches slightly at the first contact of the soft leather upon her skin, a light, airy sound of need leaving her mouth. Her pink lips quiver.

“She’s real beautiful, isn’t she? I mean Mina is pretty, and Momo and Sana are hot as fuck. Nayeon is like a living doll. But this girl - our baby girl - she’s something else. All the cameras love our baby girl’s pretty little face.”

Chaeyoung’s hand atop yours drags the riding crop down, the tip of it grazing Tzuyu’s delicate cheeks and chin before finally coming to a rest atop her soft lips, cherry red with lipstick.

“This face, though - it looks best when it’s cumming.”

Tzuyu moans this time, unable to restrain the throaty sound of aching need that escapes her throat at Chaeyoung’s words. Chaeyoung lets the crop leave Tzuyu’s lips - and Tzuyu’s tongue darts out at it, as though attempting to give it a quick lick.

Chaeyoung’s response is to smack Tzuyu in the cheek with the crop. Softly, it seemed, but hard enough to draw a sharp yelp from the bound Taiwanese girl. 

“You know the drill, baby girl - you don’t get to do anything unless Pikachu or I let you. And that includes using your tongue.”

“Y-yes, unnie.”

You are startled by Chaeyoung’s actions, but Tzuyu’s needy expression tells you that she was far from being hurt by the little love tap Chaeyoung gave her cheek - in fact, from the increased squirming of her hips and thighs she was only further aroused by it. Chaeyoung pulls on your wrist, and Tzuyu lets out a soft whimper, licking her lips with a measure of desperation as the soft leather leaves her open mouth.

The riding crop continues its path down Tzuyu’s perfect body, the tip of it weaving a lazy path across the perfect, creamy skin of her neck until it reaches her upper chest. It circles the full curve of her breasts, first the right one and then the left, dipping below each mound and tracing the outline of her mounds with the tip of the riding crop.

“Not as big as Momo or Jihyo - but still pretty fucking delicious, I must say. So round and perfectly shaped. Don’t they look tasty, Pikachu?”

“F-fuck yes,” you stammer, eyes glued to the tip of the riding crop as it traces a lazy path down the top edge of Tzuyu’s strapless bra.

“Then you should give them a taste. Baby girl, be a sweetheart and help Pikachu here unwrap his treat.”

“Yes, unnie,” is her reply, arching her back deliciously to let you slip your arms beneath her torso to unclasp her bra. The arch of her torso pushes her breasts up and out, making them look even more enticing. When finally undo the clasp, letting the strapless bra fall off her body altogether, you suddenly need to wipe the excess drool from your mouth.

“Go on,” Chaeyoung urges. “Have a taste of those perfect little tits.”

You are not one to disobey such an order, and so you bend over the bed to cup Tzuyu’s right breast, enjoying the weight and feel of her flesh in your palm before bending further and giving her nipple a long, slow lick.

Tzuyu’s moan fills the air - a light, wordless sound of desire.

Driven by the wonderful sounds leaving the girl’s throat, you devour her breast, latching your lips around her stiff nipple before toying with her stiff nub with your tongue and then sucking tightly.

“Mmmm…Mmmmm!”

Tzuyu squirms and writhes on the bed as you have your way with her chest - and it only encourages you further, switching this time to her left breast, quickly latching on to the aching, stiff nipple and sucking deeply, enjoying your first tastes of her skin and the sound of her lustful, needy moans in your ear as the nubile Taiwanese girl squirms beneath your mouth.

You could have laid there all night, Tzuyu’s tits in your mouth and her moans in your ears, but the tip of Chaeyoung’s riding crop on your cheek tells you that it was time to move on. You regretfully tear your mouth from Tzuyu’s saliva-streaked breasts, and the girl whimpers at the loss of your tongue on her nipples.

“It’s time to move on, Pikachu. We don’t want to blow all our time on just her tits, do we?”

“Of course not, Chaeyoung.”

“Good,” Chaeyoung says, bringing her hand with the riding crop back to yours. “Now let’s continue, shall we?”

“Mmmm, unnie please, more-”

Chaeyoung smacks the side of Tzuyu’s right breast with the crop, causing the round mound to bounce deliciously - and tearing a surprised yelp from the girl. The crop leaves a soft pink mark on her otherwise perfect skin.

“What did I tell you about what you want, baby girl? Come now, Pikachu.”

Standing upright on the side of the bed with Chaeyoung once more, you watch as the Korean girl drags the riding crop down Tzuyu’s now-topless body, the tip of the crop tracing a path down her flat, tight stomach until it reaches the top hem of her lacy pair of low-cut panties.

“Such a slutty little piece of underwear. Do you think our fans know our little baby girl here likes to wear things like this beneath our shorts on stage?”

“No, I don’t think they do.”

Chaeyoung smirks, before bringing her mouth to your ear.

“The only thing I wear under my shorts is a vibrator.”

Chaeyoung relishes the look of lust-fueled surprise on your face for a moment before returning her full attention to Tzuyu, bringing the tip of the crop down the front panel of her underwear until it is resting above where her pussy would be.

As if testing the waters, Chaeyoung presses down on the riding crop - the moist fabric presses against Tzuyu’s slick folds, and the Taiwanese girl lets a long, needy moan escape her lips - to Chaeyoung’s satisfaction. Tzuyu raises her hips in a restless attempt to rub herself against the tip of the crop, but Chaeyoung responds by removing it altogether and giving her a quick, hard smack with the crop against her thighs.

Tzuyu yelps in pain - but the yelp quickly turns into a needy moan as Chaeyoung begins to caress her thighs with the crop.

“These hips though - these are her real moneymaker,” Chaeyoung observes, her tone plain, as though she were making an observation about the weather and not her fellow group member’s body. “And these thighs. Damn. If I were a dude, I’d give anything to hold on to these while I fuck her brains out. They’d feel great around my hips. Alas, I have to settle with the way they feel around my face. Would you like to feel that, Pikachu?”

“Fuck yeah,” you spit, almost involuntarily. Chaeyoung smirks before reaching down to the hem of Tzuyu’s drenched underwear and pulling. Tzuyu raises her hips to allow herself to be undressed - and soon she is naked, aside of course from the red blindfold.

“Baby girl, why don’t you give Pikachu a better view of your pretty little pussy?”

Tzuyu responds quickly, spreading her full, round thighs apart to reveal her naked crotch, the small, well-kept patch of hair there, and the glistening, slick lips of her pussy.

“Go have your dinner, Pikachu. I hope you like Taiwanese.”

You don’t consider yourself a particularly quick or nimble person, but even you surprised yourself with how quickly you got on the bed and on your knees between Tzuyu’s thighs. You somehow find the self-control to resist diving into her pussy immediately, taking a moment to plant soft, light kisses on her thighs - thighs you’d spent many evenings dreaming about. What any one of this girl’s thousands of adoring fans would have given to be here, not just touching them - but kissing them, and as a mere prelude to going down on her, no less?

Tzuyu has spent almost the entire session writhing and squirming on the bed - but when you kiss closer and closer to her needy pussy, she begins to raise her hips off the bed in an attempt to entice you to eat her.

“Mmmm, please, mmmmm, please, taste me, eat me, oh please-”

You silence the young woman’s pleas with a lick of her pussy from bottom to top, relishing the bittersweet taste of her juices on your tongue as they flow freely from her opening and onto your palette. You drink in her taste just as your ears drink in the sound of her gasps - gasps that quickly turn into moans as you dive in once again for a second lick, and then a third, and then a fourth, until you are lapping at her needy pussy like a hungry animal. Tzuyu closes her thighs around your head, and you quickly understand why Chaeyoung was eager for you to feel them around you.

“Mmm, oh, oh fuck! I-I- oh fuck, I’m so- I’m so fucking wet!”

“Now now,” you hear, Chaeyoung’s voice muffled by Tzuyu’s thighs on either side of your head, “you mustn’t get in the way of Pikachu’s meal, baby girl. Come now, let’s make it a little easier for him.”

Chaeyoung climbs on the bed and with a hand beneath Tzuyu’s knees, she pulls them back towards her torso, until her knees are against her shoulders and her feet are suspended in the air - giving you better access to her drenched, leaking pussy.

Your lips curl into a devilish smile at the sight of the meal in front of you. You lick your lips clean of Tzuyu’s juices before diving back in, cupping the girl’s now-upraised ass with your hands before you wrap your mouth around Tzuyu’s clit, your tongue darting out to tease it in slow circles. Then you slowly, carefully place the tip of your right index finger at her drenched opening, teasing it lightly. Penetrating her first with one finger, and then a second, you slip inside her and curl your palm upward, searching for and then quickly finding her g-spot.

To say Tzuyu was driven to the edge by your actions was no understatement - and soon the young woman is a writhing, squirming mess atop the bed as you lick and slurp and finger her pussy, clit, and g-spot - all while Chaeyoung does her best to hold her down.

“I-fuck-II’m-I’m gonna-I’m-so-fucking-oh fuck that’s so good-oh fuck-oh fuck-oh fuck- ohhh!”

When Tzuyu orgasms it’s like an earthquake is echoing throughout her young body - with its epicentre beneath your tongue. She jerks and thrashes atop the bed and it takes the best efforts of you and Chaeyoung to keep her down as her orgasm overtakes her body, flooding your mouth with her juices as she does so - all while a loud, endless moan leaves her mouth in an uninterrupted and unhindered stream.

For awhile she shivers and quakes atop the bed, and you place soft kisses on her firm thighs as she slowly recovers from her orgasm. Chaeyoung finally lets her legs down. Saliva drips from the corner of Tzuyu’s open mouth as she struggles to regain her breath. 

“Now now, baby girl - it’s no time to rest just yet. Pikachu here still hasn’t had his fun.”

The sight of Chou Tzuyu in a post-orgasm haze, naked, would have been enough to satisfy you - but your achingly stiff cock had other ideas.

“I bet you wanna fuck this moaning little slut right now, don’t you, Pikachu?”

“Hell yes.”

“Well, unfortunately that’s not gonna happen,” Chaeyoung says, a look of exaggerated despair on her face. “Our baby girl here is a virgin. She hasn’t found a guy she thinks will satisfy her, and none of the toys we’ve picked her have impressed her - yet. Not that that’s kept her from doing pretty much everything else aside from actual sex.”

You are ashamed somewhat by this revelation given your desire to fuck the squirming, mewling young woman on the bed in front of you, but your respect for Tzuyu’s wishes quickly overcomes any sort of disappointment you may have felt.

“Of course, Chaeyoung. I don’t have to-”

“That doesn’t mean there aren’t other things you can do with this perfect little body of hers,” Chaeyoung interrupts. She drifts her hands to Tzuyu’s squirming thighs, now slick with her juices, slipping a finger between them as though mimicking a dick sliding between her firm flesh. You caress the full, firm curves of Tzuyu’s upper legs with your hands, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin beneath your fingers as you quickly catch on to Chaeyoung’s implication.

“Do it, Pikachu,” Chaeyoung says as if reading your mind, “Fuck her thighs. Fuck them until you cum on them.”

You don’t waste a moment more. With Momo, Chaeyoung and Sana you’d forced yourself to relish the moment, to remind yourself that this was all actually happening - but with Tzuyu you didn’t have that same patience. Perhaps it was because they were in charge, and they were having their way with you. Perhaps it was because Tzuyu was one that you picked. Perhaps it was the fact that she was the visual of the group, and you longed to have your way with the designated “pretty one,” longed to fuck the part of her body that she’d teased her fans with for so long.

You grasp her long, slim legs by her ankles, bringing them and her thick, full thighs together until they are on your shoulders as you kneel on the bed. Unable to wait a moment longer, you slip your aching, stiff cock between the soft flesh of her thighs.

You gasp out loud as you slide between them - almost as loudly as when you fucked the other girls earlier in the night. Her thighs are soft and warm around your cock, smothering it with her meaty flesh.

“Rub her pussy with that shaft,” Chaeyoung suggests, and you are happy to obey. Both you and Tzuyu gasp in pleasure as your cock makes contact with the wet, splayed lips of her pussy - a gasp that turns into a long, drawn-out moan as you fuck her thighs, each entry and exit between her legs rubbing the underside of your cock against her pussy and her engorged, stiff clit.

You realize your eyes have shut involuntarily in pleasure as you continue to rock your hips back and forth, dragging your cock against Tzuyu’s drenched pussy as you fuck her thighs - but when you finally look down and watch as the head of your cock appears from between her legs with each thrust, you think you might lose your mind.

She is so warm, so tight around you that it drives you insane with pleasure. Not as wet as either Sana or Chaeyoung’s pussies, of course, but the wetness of Tzuyu’s pussy beneath the underside of your cock as you slipped it in and between her splayed lips made up for it. Soon a thick layer of her juices have lathered your cock and her thighs with slick wetness, making every thrust between her legs just as pleasurable as any other experience you’d had so far that night.

Tzuyu seemed to be enjoying it just as much as you were, if not more. She squirms and writhes on the bed, her hands in the handcuffs above her head rattling loudly against the headboard as she tries to find some release for the pleasure surging through her body as every thrust rubs the underside of your cock against her sensitive clit. Soon her gasps become quicker and more fervent, her hips thrusting her crotch upward in an attempt to increase her pleasure.

For long, beautiful minutes you fuck Chou Tzuyu’s thighs, enjoying every thrust between her full, thick legs, drinking in the sound of her lustful moans and gasps like a decadent wine. At the start of this evening you were happy just to watch this girl on stage, dancing and singing without a care in the world - now that same girl was naked aside from a red blindfold, hands bound above her head and her ankles on her shoulders as you pumped in and out between her thighs.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, keep going keep going, oh, keep going, oh, I’m cumming!” she gasps, words you’d never have guessed you’d hear coming from the lips of one of your favorite idols - and one of the most beautiful women on earth, in your humble opinion.

Tzuyu cums again - and her juices beneath your cock and the warm wetness of her thighs bring you close to your orgasm as well.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” you spit, not once letting up your thrusts into the warm, hot flesh between Tzuyu’s legs.

“Fucking cum on her thighs,” Chaeyoung hisses.

Before you know it you are cumming - and you somehow possess the self-control to ensure the head of your cock is smothered between Tzuyu’s thick meaty thighs as you orgasm. Thick, hot cum spurts from your tip to be trapped by the warm flesh surrounding it, some of it dripping between her legs to land on her crotch, most of it being oozing between your quivering cock and Tzuyu’s thighs, where it drips down to the messy, slick mess of her pussy.

Your self-control only lasts for a moment, and as your orgasm reaches its end you drive yourself as deep as you can between Tzuyu’s slick, messy thighs. The head of your cock pops out between her meaty flesh to send the last few spurts of your cum onto the young woman’s lower stomach and crotch, covering her small patch of pubic hair and her sensitive clit in your thick, hot semen.

As your orgasm winds down you finally let Tzuyu’s legs slip from your grasp, revealing the slick, sticky mess you’d both made of her crotch and thighs. Chaeyoung finally slips the blindfold from her eyes.

There are few images in your life you think you’d remember forever, but the sight of Tzuyu’s face as Chaeyoung removes the last article of clothing from her body is one of them. Those perfect, round chestnut eyes, half-lidded in pleasure, her beautiful face filled with sated lust and fulfilled desire, sweat matted hair glued to her face, a thin trail of saliva dripping from a corner of her mouth.

She breathes in and out softly, doing her best to recover from the experience, her eyes locked on yours the whole while. A small smile appears on her lips, as though she’d just come to some internal decision.

—

You enjoyed the feel of Chaeyoung’s hair between your fingers, letting the soft blonde strands weave through your fingertips as you stroke her head gently. Her head bobs up and down in wide strokes as she sweeps her face up and down Tzuyu’s messy thighs, her tongue flat against the younger woman’s skin, lapping up every drop of the slick, wet juices she could find between the two pelvises in front of her.

At your beckoning she turns her head from Tzuyu’s crotch, revealing a chin and cheeks slick and wet with fluids, before dipping her head into your own crotch. When you feel her tongue darting out and licking your tired, weary cock from base to tip, you lean your head back and sigh.

Tzuyu, lying on her side next to you, traces random patterns on your chest with a finger. Your hand leaves Chaeyoung’s head to stroke the side of Tzuyu’s beautiful face for a moment before tracing a path down her neck and cupping her breast. Your thumb plays lazily with her still stiff nipple, and you absentmindedly wonder when you would wake up from this surreal dream.

“You’re right, unnie - he was good,” she says softly, speaking as though you weren’t there, fondling her breasts.

“I… told… you… so,” Chaeyoung replies, inbetween licks of your cock.

“Mmm,” Tzuyu says wistfully. “I think I want him to-”

Tzuyu’s sentence is interrupted by the loud ringtone of Chaeyoung’s phone - and for the second time that night, she answers it with a chin and cheeks slick with bodily fluids.

“Yes?”

Chaeyoung listens to the person on the other line - and while you couldn’t tell who it was, you knew from the tone it had to be a female. A sly smile appears on Chaeyoung’s slick lips. A small drip of juices, your or Tzuyu’s or both, falls from her chin.

“Maybe. We’ll see if he’s still up for it. Annyeong~~~” Chaeyoung answers, ending the call and tossing her phone back on the bed.

“Who was it?” Tzuyu asks, returning her head to your chest as she caresses your stomach with a soft hand. Soon she lifts her head to your face, where she plants soft kisses on your cheek.

“It’s our room neighbors. Apparently they heard all the racket we were making and were wondering when it would be their turn,” Chaeyoung says, lips curling into a mischievous smile as she returns her head to between Tzuyu’s spread, slick thighs. 

“I hope you’ve still got gas in the tank, Pikachu,” Chaeyoung says, her words muffled somewhat by Tzuyu’s flesh. “Four down, five to go…”

—

Author’s Note: Boy did I get that chapter out faster than I thought I would. The poll I held on the weekend to decide this chapter motivated me more than expected, and I cranked this out in just a couple of hours. Tzuyu’s thighs are hot as fuck and I’ve never written a thighjob before, so this was a fun learning experience lol.

Hmmm - Nayeon preprequel or Karaoke chapter next? Hmmmmmmmm….

Toy - Part 4

“Hey, I’m Da-”

“-Buzz,” Chaeyoung interrupts, even as you accept the young man’s offered handshake, clasping your hand awkwardly around his and giving it a weak shake. You knew full well who he was, even before he decided to go through the formality of introducing himself - or at least, attempting to.

“His name is Buzz,” Chaeyoung stresses, turning to you with a sharp look in her eyes and a thinly veiled threat in her tone.

Buzz gives Chaeyoung a knowing smirk. “So it’s Buzz today, huh? I guess I prefer that name to the other names I’ve been given. I suppose there’s a Woody somewhere around having fun with the other girls?”

“Woody is Sana’s toy,” Chaeyoung explains, “and yeah, he’s around.” You took Buzz’s words to imply this wasn’t his first time being given a toy name… which in turn implied quite a few things related to his experiences with the girls, which up until now you’d assumed to be limited to just one of them.

“Lucky guy,” Buzz says under his breath, although given the position he was in, with Park Jihyo working busily between his spread legs, you supposed he wasn’t in much of a place to be envious of another man’s luck.

He lounges back on the luxurious sofa with all the carefree attitude of a man who was watching a game on TV, sighing softly to himself, as though he didn’t have the leader of the nation’s girl group on her knees in front of him with his cock pumping in and out of her mouth. He swings one arm to rest on the sofa’s backrest, the other lazily reaching down to stroke his ex-girlfriend’s hair back, making sure none of her long sable strands interfered with the work she was doing on his shaft.

“I’ll leave you three to it, then,” Chaeyoung says with a scoff and a hint of disapproval. “I’ll be back to pick him up when you’re done.”

Buzz gives Chaeyoung a casual smile and a farewell wave of his hand as she departs the room before motioning to the recliner next to the sofa.

“Please, take a seat,” he says, with admirable self-control given the bobbing head of the gorgeous young woman between his legs. “Sorry, I never got your name.”

“Pikachu,” you answer after a moment’s hesitation. You’d almost given him your real name before reminding yourself of the toy name rule, which, apparently, extended even to other k-pop celebrities.

“Pikachu,” Buzz repeats. “I bet this is all a little surreal for you,” he observes, in what was probably the understatement of the century. “Pretty crazy shit, huh? I guess Chaeyoung picked you out of the crowd? Lucky you. Imagine the number of guys who’d give their left nut to be where you are, to have done what you’ve done.”

“It’s… insane,” you answer, weakly, doing your best to ignore the increasingly sloppy sounds of the intense blowjob being given mere feet away from you. Her back was turned to you, but there was still a lot to admire in the delicious curves of Park Jihyo’s back and butt.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, dude. How rude of me,” Buzz says as he notices your gaze drifting towards the young woman on her knees between you. “Pet, isn’t it time you gave our new guest some attention?”

With a loud pop Jihyo lets Buzz’s cock leave her plump lips - and for the first time you notice something close to a flash of pleasure appear over his handsome features, if even momentarily.

It’s also the first time you notice the thick black leather collar she is wearing around her slim, pale neck - and the long silver chain attached to it lying in a perfect coil on the floor next to her.

“Of course, master,” Jihyo answers, before scuttling over on her knees to face towards you for the first time. Buzz bends to pick up the end of the chain before handing it over to you. You accept it gingerly, just as Jihyo reaches a position between your knees.

“Go on, Pikachu,” he says, a smirk on his lips. “Tell our pet here what you want her to do.”

You had to admit you were at a loss for words, given the utter attractiveness of the young woman in front of you. The other members you’d been with thus far in the evening were cute, or sexy, or some combination of both - but Jihyo was different in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. She was capable of sexiness or cuteness, surely, but there was an unmistakable allure about her that elevated her from the ranks of attractive women and into the goddess-tier.

It certainly helped that she had a goddess-tier body.

Right now that body was clad in a white bathrobe, likely one from the admittedly luxurious hotel suite you were all currently occupying.

“Tell her to take it off,” Buzz says, seemingly reading your thoughts. “Don’t worry - she likes being told what to do. Don’t you, pet?”

Jihyo smiles, her lips widening in that adorable, beautiful way you’d witnessed a million times in their music videos and YouTube clips. The room seemed to be a little brighter when she smiled, as though a light source were emanating from the young woman’s beaming features.

“Take it off, Jihyo,” you say, cautiously. Despite Buzz’s comfort with the seemingly familiar circumstances, you had to admit you still felt a little odd instructing the leader of the nation’s girl group to strip.

When Jihyo slips the white cotton robe from her shoulders to reveal her naked body, you found yourself wondering if you would ever be able to speak again.

She was every bit as gorgeous as you’d dreamed. On stage, in her low-cut dresses and short shorts, she was already a goddess. Now, naked, with nothing but her own natural allure to clothe her, she was transcendent.

Full, round breasts; toned, flat stomach; firm, thick thighs - she seemed crafted by a sculptor with the word woman in mind. This was no random hottie, no random pretty girl of the type that was a dime a dozen on any street in the world. This was a woman, in every sense of the word.

“Catch your drool,” Buzz chirps. “Pet, why don’t you give our friend Pikachu the same welcome you gave me?”

“Yes, master,” Jihyo says, obediently, those gorgeous eyes not leaving yours, not even as she bends to undo your pants and slip them and your boxers from your hips. Your cock, already half-stiffened with arousal, pops free, eager for attention.

It had been a surreal night. Had your night ended at the concert, that would have been enough, a memory to last a lifetime. To have done what you’d done since, with the same girls you’d idolized and lusted after through screens and on pages of paper for years - it was all a little overwhelming for you. You wondered what you had done to deserve such a surreal, dreamlike experience.

But when Park Jihyo bends to take your cock into her mouth you had little room in your brain for such thoughts.

It takes only seconds for your cock to reach full stiffness in the warm, wet confines of Jihyo’s mouth, and only a few more seconds after that for the first delicious spikes of pleasure to course through your veins, up your spine and directly into the pleasure centres of your brain. Your head leans back involuntarily against the sofa, eyes closing, your entire body softening into a puddle of bones and flesh.

Jihyo’s mouth works absolute magic on your cock, her tongue swirling and dipping and lapping even as her hands join in the action, gripping your base with one hand and fondling your swollen balls with the other. Her mouth is hot and wet and slick. In contrast to Buzz’s casual acceptance of her ministrations, her every movement draws gasps of pleasure from your lungs that you had no intention of suppressing - not that you could, even if you tried.

Seconds pass as Park Jihyo takes you in and out of her mouth, although they pass like minutes and hours, each one so filled with pleasure that you lose all concept of time. At some point you force your eyes open to watch as she bobs up and down on your shaft, forcing yourself to burn the image into your memory.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Buzz is not idle, either, his right hand stroking his shaft, still glimmering with Jihyo’s saliva.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he hisses, his tone for the first time carrying a hint of lust, a slight breaking of the casual, nonchalant attitude he’d carried since you entered the room. Jihyo quickens her pace slightly between your legs. His hand on his cock quickens as well, as though mirroring her actions. “Fuck her tits, dude. Fuck those big tits of hers.”

You weren’t one to refuse such an idea - not when the idea was something you’d spent many long nights dreaming about.

“Let me fuck your tits, Jihyo,” you say, the words leaving your mouth with a little more confidence than the first time you’d told her what to do. Lust was an excellent source of courage, it seemed.

Jihyo lets your cock pop from her mouth with a slick sound, a thick strand of her saliva connecting your tip to her tongue. “Yes, master,” she answers, with a lustful, needy tone.

Without further ado she shifts her chest and body, cupping her large, round breasts in each hand - before squeezing them around your cock, trapping your glistening shaft between the large, soft mounds of flesh. Her large eyes, half-lidded with lust, remain locked on yours the whole while. When she begins to move, bobbing her chest up and down, thrusting your cock between her tits - it draws all of the air out of your lungs in a wordless gasp of pleasure.

“God fucking damn,” you hiss, your brain unable to say anything more than the basest of curse words in a vain attempt to vocalize the pleasure. Jihyo takes your curses to mean that she was on the right track, and she increases the pace with which she drives your shaft in and out between her slick, warm mounds. Throughout it all there is a lustful need written large on those perfect features of hers, as though every thrust between her breasts was just as pleasurable for her as it was for you.

“Fuck, dude, I’m sorry, I gotta get in on this,” Buzz says, his words tumbling from his mouth in a rush as the cool, detached facade of his finally begins to fully crack. He slips from his position on the opposite couch - and within the space of a few seconds he has taken up position on his knees behind Jihyo.

He reaches down between his body and hers - and when he slips inside her, the gasp that leaves Jihyo’s voice gives you some indication of what it must sound like inside heaven.

She had a wonderful singing voice, of course. Everyone knew that. But to hear that voice now, in the throes of pleasure as she is taken from behind whilst pleasuring another man with her breasts - it was utterly sublime.

For a moment Jihyo loses her grip on her breasts as she is filled again and again with each thrust of Buzz’s cock into her needy pussy, a string of wordless, lustful gasps spilling from her throat. You lament the loss of her soft tits around your cock for only a moment, as your hands quickly reach for her head and force her towards your cock. She opens her mouth wantonly, and soon you and Buzz are spitroasting the needy young woman, sharing her body, filling her from both ends with stiff, hard cock.

You surprise yourself with how aggressive you are being with her, but if the muffled moans of pleasure leaving her throat around your cock are any indication, Jihyo not only didn’t mind the way you were treating her - she loved it.

“Damn, you’re still… as… fucking… tight… as ever, Jihyo,” Buzz hisses, each of his words punctuated by wet slaps of his hips against her ass as he continues to drill her from behind. “Fuck… I miss… this hot little pussy.”

“Mffmfmmfmmm,” Jihyo responds, although you weren’t quite sure what she wanted to say, or even if she wanted to reply with words at all. What you were sure of was the delicious vibrations caused by her words around your cock.

“Fuck… remember… when we used… to… fuck in your van… at music shows? Fuck, that was so fucking… so fucking hot!”

“FFfmmfmmff,” is the response, although there is a hint of anger in her tone - not that you could be sure, not that you were an expert in English when spoken with a mouth full of cock.

“Fuck… fuck, remember when… we fucked… at that award show? With you… in that white dress… fuck, your tits looked so fucking hot… with a load on them!”

“Fffmffmmmmmffff!”

“And oh, fuck… that threesome…. we had… with… that Nayeon chick… fuck, she can really… take a dick, can’t she? Fuck… I wonder if… if she’d take… more than-”

“Shut the hell up and just fuck me!” Jihyo spits, slipping your cock from her mouth and turning back to look over her shoulder at Buzz and fixate him with a glare, even as he continued to pound her. “Less talking and more - oh, god, yes - more fucking!”

You are a little shaken by Jihyo’s sudden outburst, given her submissive role thus far in the session - and from Buzz’s reaction, he was equally taken aback.

“B-but, p-pet,” Buzz begins, a look of shock still on his face, even if he was fully buried inside Jihyo’s slick pussy.

“Enough of that,” Jihyo hisses, practically ripping the leather collar from her throat. “You’ve had your fun with all that ‘pet’ bullshit earlier today. And you spent half of this evening just talking. It’s my turn now.”

She turns over her shoulder and places her hand flat on Buzz’s chest - before giving him a sharp shove, sending him onto his butt on the carpet.

“It’s time to see what Pikachu can do,” she says, her tone dripping with a newfound aggressiveness that aroused and scared you in equal measure. The innocent, submissive look in her large eyes is gone, replaced now with the leery, fiery eyes of a predator who’d finally freed herself of her bonds and was ready to feast on unwitting prey.

The ease with which she’d abandoned one persona to slip into another was as shocking as it was utterly arousing.

Jihyo rises from her knees, moving now with an intensity that surprised and scared you. Straddling your hips, she reaches between you, grasps your slick cock, and slides it inside her dripping pussy.

When she begins to ride you, that goddess level body of hers pumping up and down on your lap, it takes what was left of your breath away. All you can do is hold on, with one hand on her thick, firm thigh and the other on her slim waist, as Jihyo rides you with a reckless abandon.

Momo was tight, Sana was wet, and Chaeyoung was some combination of the two - and Jihyo felt just as wonderful; but just as she exuded some mysterious womanly allure that elevated her above a normal woman, Jihyo’s pussy had a certain something about it that made it so delicious, so wonderful, so utterly pleasurable.

As she rides you fiercely on the couch, her large, sweaty breasts bouncing lewdly in front of your face, you realize just what it was. It was the way her pussy clenched and squeezed you, - the way her tight little tunnel pulsated and quivered around your stiff, thrusting cock - that made every entry and exit into her body feel utterly sublime.

“Fucking fuck,” you hiss. It was the only way to voice what you felt, that most base of curse words, and yet it somehow felt completely apt for the overwhelming pleasure overriding each of your senses.

Jihyo, for her part, has let nothing but a wordless string of pleasurable moans spill from her mouth from the second she mounted you. You took the increasing volume of her sighs and moans to mean that she approved of your cock.

It didn’t take her long to approach orgasm - perhaps Buzz, despite his motormouth, was at least semi-competent at fucking her. When she reaches her peak she becomes a quivering, shaking mess, her pussy pulsating and squeezing your cock at random intervals, each twitch of her body sending sharp spikes of pleasure into your addled brain.

And her voice - that glorious singing voice - the way it vocalized her pleasure into loud, sensual, breathy moans of profanity and wordless sighs of complete, overwhelming lust - it was a spectacle to behold. Just another of the myriad of sensations that night that you’d never in a million years think you’d be blessed with experiencing.

“Oh fuck, I, oh god, you’re so fucking thick and big inside me, fuck,” she hisses when she crests her peak and begins to wind down from it, “fuck, fuck, fuck you’re so fucking big, fuck, you made me cum so fucking hard.”

You are unable to come up with any sort of sentence that would adequately describe the feeling of her pussy clenching and pulsating around your buried cock in its post-orgasm haze, and so you settle for nodding stupidly and burying your face in her sweaty, hot cleavage. Your tongue latches onto a stiff nipple, sucking deeply, relishing the sensations that you never in a million years dreamed you’d actually experience.

“Geez that was hot,” Buzz says, seemingly recovered and unfazed by the verbal and physical admonishing Jihyo had given him.

Still fully embedded inside Jihyo to the hilt and with mouth still firmly latched onto the wonders of her large, full breasts, you nonetheless gasp softly in pleasure as Jihyo turns to glare over her shoulder at her ex-boyfriend, causing your cock to shift inside her still tightly clenching pussy.

“Are you done talking? Are you ready to fuck now?” she spits, every word a sharp challenge and a stiff rebuke all at once.

“Fuck yes!” is the eager answer.

“Good,” she says, turning once more towards you. She reaches up with her hands to stroke your hair gently as you continue to suckle from her breasts, her eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds to savor the feel of your tongue and lips on her sensitive, stiff nipples. “Then I want you both inside me. At the same time.”

“Well Pikachu’s had your mouth already, so I guess it’s my turn-”

“No,” Jihyo answers, sharply. “I want one of you in my pussy… and the other in my ass.”

The mention of the possibility of anal sex is enough to finally tear your attention from the charms of Park Jihyo’s chest. And the hungry look in her eyes as she fixates you with those large, beautiful orbs of hers - it’s enough to drive you crazy with anticipation.

“Well he’s in your pussy now, so I guess that means-”

“No,” Jihyo snaps, her reply sharp, her eyes not once leaving yours. “You can have my pussy again. But I want Pikachu in my ass.”

You would’ve given anything to witness the look of utter disappointment on Buzz’s face at Jihyo’s decision. Never in a million years would you have thought that Park Jihyo’s pussy would essentially be a consolation prize.

Jihyo gives neither of you any time to protest or say otherwise. She slips you out of her body, her juicy pussy dripping a slick flow of her plentiful wetness onto your glistening cock as she does so. She turns around, her back almost touching your chest as she spreads her legs and plants her feet on the sofa, steadying herself above your cock with her arms on the backrest. She lets the tip of your cock poke between her round cheeks before you finally get the hint and reach down, spreading the firm mounds of her ass apart until you can feel your head poking against her tight, hot rear entrance.

You want to slow down, want to savor the sensations of her tight, hot ring of muscle parting open for you. You want to relish the feel of slipping inside the asshole of one of the world’s hottest idols - a woman you’d long lusted for from afar. You want to enjoy every inch of her tight, hot passage parting for you as you slip inside Park Jihyo’s ass.

But Jihyo would have none of it. She slides down your cock until you are hilt deep inside her. Then, with what only could have been a sharp glare, she orders Buzz to do his part.

“Get over here and get that cock inside me,” she hisses, her voice tinged slightly with discomfort, but nonetheless heavy with lust and need for the last piece of the puzzle to be placed.

Buzz, despite his misgivings at having been denied anal sex with his ex-girlfriend, nonetheless obediently rises from the floor and takes up position in front of Jihyo, crouching slightly to align himself with her opening. He reaches down, presses his tip against her dripping lips, and slides inside her.

A million words could not describe the lustful, decadent feeling of fullness that pervades every bit of Park Jihyo’s existence. The breathless, airy gasp of pleasure that manages to escape her lips is the only way she can vocalize even a fraction of what she felt.

It is all you and Buzz can do to let soft gasps of your own escape your respective lips. The feel of Jihyo’s tight, hot, slick tunnels around your cocks, and the stiff feel of your shafts rubbing against each other inside her, with only her walls separating you - it was like absolutely nothing else.

When Buzz begins to move, when he begins to withdraw his cock, his shaft sliding stiffly against the underside of yours inside Jihyo’s body even as her ass clenches almost painfully tightly around the base of your cock in response - it almost drives you insane with pleasure.

He thrusts back inside her, his re-entrance just as pleasurable for you and Jihyo as his exit was.

It was your turn now.

You slowly withdraw your cock, relishing the tight clenching of her ass around every inch of your shaft, as though afraid of letting it go. When you are halfway out of her entrance - you couldn’t bear to let even an inch more of yourself slip outside of her body - you begin to thrust back in. Her hot tightness welcomes you back inside. She moans. He hisses and swears. All you can do is sigh.

The two of you take turns fucking Park Jihyo, her helpless body pinned between your two stiff shafts as they piston in and out of her defenseless holes. For the first time the fiery passion she exhibited when she rode you, the same passion she had when putting Buzz in his place - is diminished. Her pleasure-filled mind had little room or bandwidth for much of anything else other than the intense pleasure rippling through her veins with every penetration of her hot, slick pussy and her tight, clenching ass.

Your entire world ceases to exist. There is only Jihyo’s hot, sweaty back, pressed against your chest as she fails to conjure the strength needed to keep her body upright; the sensual moans and gasps that leave her lips and the grunts that leave yours and Buzz’s; and above all the hot, slick, wet movement of flesh at the point where the three of you meet - that intoxicating, overwhelming source of pleasure for the three of you, that for a few precious minutes is the only thing that exists in the world.

Her ass clenches and pulsates, a tight ring of muscle that you penetrate again and again and again with reckless need. Inside her, his cock slides against yours, his balls slapping against your own now and then. Your hands clench around her trembling hip, another around a quivering breast. Your hips move as best you can given your position in the stack of human bodies, thrusting as deep as you possibly can inside her, as though more and more mind-addling pleasure was to be found inside Park Jihyo’s body and you wanted - no, needed - to find it, find it and own it, make it your own and no one else’s.

It becomes an unspoken contest between you and Buzz, even if you never vocalize or announce it. You both want to get deeper inside her, fucking her helpless holes with hard, rough thrusts, filling her again and again and again with stiff cock in some lewd attempt to outdo each other, each of you competing in a game where there were no losers and the prize given to all its contestants was sheer, unrivalled pleasure.

Jihyo speaks - that her brain is functioning at all is a wonder - and when she finally puts words together they are the most basic of descriptions of her feelings.

“Fuck, fuck, I, oh god, I, so full, fuck, you’re… fuck, so big, fuck, I, so full, so big, your cocks, fuck, they’re tearing me open, fuck, oh, stretching me out, I’m so full, so full of cock, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me, fuck me fuck me, I’m- I’m- I’m- gonna cum!”

Buzz, for all his talkativeness mere minutes before, is silent, letting only wordless grunts and gasps of pleasure escape his mouth. It took nothing less than double penetration of his ex-girlfriend, apparently, to shut him up.

When he finally speaks, finally finds the brain cells to create human language, he only manages a single word.

“…cumming,” he hisses.

Your two partners approaching orgasm so soon after beginning this most lustful of acts should not have surprised you, because your own orgasm was beckoning as well. It must have only been a few minutes - five at most. But it felt like an eternity. It felt so overwhelming. It felt so magnificent.

“F-fill me, fill me with cum, fuck, cum inside me, fill my holes, fuck, fuck, fuck-!!”

Jihyo orgasms first, her peak silencing that wonderful voice of hers, causing it to cut out mid-moan as her body trembles and quivers in a way that is almost violent. She is unable to control it, unable to do much more than ride out the overwhelming sensations bombarding her brain and wracking her body.

Her holes tighten. They quiver. They pulsate. They squeeze the cocks inside her body like a lewd, perverse vise.

Buzz is the first of you two cum, his cock filling quickly with semen and spurting it out in thick ropes, filling her needy, sore pussy with thick white cum. You follow closely behind, your own cock unable to bear the pleasure much longer. You quiver and shake in a similar way to Jihyo as your sore shaft spurts thick cum into her hot tight ass.

Jihyo lets out a moan that is oddly soft and vulnerable as she is filled in both of her holes with thick semen. It might have been the most lustful, lewd noise you’d ever heard in your life. Your ears drink it in, every second of it, like some fine wine. You wonder if you’d ever hear anything so beautiful ever again.

Both of you thrust even after you cum, your hyper sensitive cocks pushing your respective loads of cum ever deeper inside Jihyo’s helpless holes, wanting to leave it as deep inside her as possible. Jihyo tries to say something, but it leaves her throat as a wet, strangled gasp.

You want to say something too, want to do something other than just lie there helplessly as your cock twitches and finishes filling Park Jihyo’s wet, sloppy ass with the last of your cum. But your body, drained as it is by this most taxing of events in what has been a surreal evening, finally gives out. The two bodies atop you collapse upon your chest in a heap of boneless, hot flesh, glued together by sweat and slick bodily juices.

Your overwhelmed brain finally sees fit to demand rest, and you mercifully pass out.

—

When you awaken, it is to Chaeyoung shaking your shoulder. Your senses take longer than you would like to come to full awareness, but when you do you realize that you, Jihyo, and Buzz have somehow made your way onto the hotel room bed in a tangle of sore, exhausted limbs.

“Looks like you had a real good time,” Chaeyoung says with a hint of barely detectable jealousy in her tone.

“Yeah,” you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You weren’t sure how long you were passed out for, although the rays of sunlight that were starting to filter into the room from the closed blinds told you it was far longer than you anticipated.

Slowly, and with an extreme amount of effort, you disentangle yourself from the mess of hot, fluid-stained limbs on the bed. You watch, with some measure of amusement, as Buzz tries to wrap an arm around Jihyo, only for the half-asleep woman to bat his limb away.

You are still only half-awake when Chaeyoung tosses you your t-shirt and shorts. Your brain was only barely coming back online, but you were aware enough to notice that the younger woman was in a bit of a hurry.

“Get dressed,” she says, hurriedly. “It’s almost dawn, and we have to leave for our next stop on the tour. You have to go before the paparazzi shows up and starts waiting for us downstairs.”

The thought of your pleasurable little adventure coming to a close causes an unexpected jolt of sadness to hit you harder than you would have thought.

“Shit,” you say, unable to think of anything else to say as you throw on your clothes. “Damn, I don’t know what to say, Chaeyoung. This night’s been insane. Thanks for-”

The small girl fixates you with a strange look, as though you were speaking a foreign language.

“Wait - you think we’re done with you?”

“Um, yeah… aren’t you leaving the city?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we’re done with you.”

“I… I don’t get it.”

“If you have plans, cancel them. If you have work, call in sick. Tell them you won’t be back in for a couple of weeks. Go home and get your passport. Our managers will be in touch to get you your plane tickets later this afternoon.”

“Plane tickets? Passport? What the- What’s going on?”

“I’ve talked to the girls. You’re going with us. You’re going to be our toy for the rest of the tour.”

Dresses - Red Silk

Yoo Jeongyeon’s legs seemed to go on forever.

Not that you minded - not when it meant more of her to devour, more of her perfect skin to feel beneath your lips as you kiss your way up her right leg, starting from her cute little feet, to her slim knees, and finally those perfect, full thighs of hers. So round and full and soft, perfectly shaped - and warm to the touch.

Jeongyeon squirms on the bed as you draw closer and closer to reaching the space between her legs. The thousand dollar red dress she wore to the red carpet event she had attended just hours before rides up those delicious thighs and hips of hers, revealing her lack of underwear.

Daring, given the dozens of cameras and hundreds of eyes fixed on every move she made throughout the evening. Daring, and ridiculously hot.

Your face finally grazes  her most intimate area, your palms spreading apart those warm thighs to reveal the glistening lips of her pussy. You want to wait and tease her further, but you momentarily lose control, quickly darting your tongue out and giving her a long, slow lick from the bottom of her lips to the top, collecting her delicious bittersweet juices on your tongue - and eliciting a long, sharp gasp from the quivering young woman’s lips.

Her fingers grasp your skull, and her thighs wrap themselves instinctively around your head. Not that you cared, not that you had anything against feeling the warm softness of her flesh wrapping around your cheeks. Not that you would have given a single fuck if your cause of death was “asphyxiation due to Yoo Jeongyeon’s thighs.”

You begin your assault on her quickly drenching lips with continued licks of the length of her opening - but soon you find her quivering bud that is the center of her pleasure. You quickly begin her favorite move, one that had brought her to quick and powerful orgasm on many a passionate night; wrapping your lips around her clit, you slip out your tongue and graze it in slow, soft, random patterns.

Jeongyeon’s reaction is immediate, her squirming and quivering quickly turning into full on shaking and spasming on the bed as she struggles and fails to control the pleasure emanating from her core. You want more, want to drive her delicious, tight little body to the edge and over it - and so you slip your right hand beneath your chin, sliding your index and middle fingers inside her.

The long string of uninterrupted gasps and moans that have been leaving her body suddenly cuts out at the first feeling of penetration - a prelude, you hoped, for the real penetration that was soon to come. Her thighs wrap themselves even tighter around your face, her calves locking around the back of your head in her vain attempt to press your face even harder against her wanton, needy pussy, finger fucking her all the while. Your fingers slide in and out of her body slowly, your fingertips curled upward, as though teasing out every tendril of pleasure from within her and out into the world.

You up the pace of your strokes on her clit - and soon, too soon for Yoo Jeongyeon - her world explodes in white, her orgasm overtaking every single nerve of her body for a few delicious moments. She loses control of her body altogether, and soon she is a quivering, shaking, spasming mess, her hips and thighs and pussy moving in uncontrollable patterns as she cums. You drink deeply of her slick juices.

Throughout it all you give her tender, sensitive clit slow, soft licks, teasing every ounce of pleasure you could out of the young woman. When she winds down, her orgasm finally subsiding, she looks almost worn out, and when she finally releases your weary head from between her thighs so you can crawl up her body and kiss her, she looks like a boneless puddle of satisfied, if weary, flesh.

She smiles as she tastes herself on your tongue - and it seems to give her new energy. Placing both of her palms flat on your chest, she quickly flips the both of you over, so she is now straddling you atop the bed.

You take a moment to savor the sight of her, her torso still covered in that ridiculously expensive scrap of red silk. She is beautiful and cute and alluring all at the same time; it is no wonder she has captured the hearts of millions of men (and more than a few women, you were sure) all around the world - and you were proud to count yours amongst that number of adoring fans.

When she smiles down at you - full of warmth and tender affection - you can almost hear your heart singing.

She reaches to her right side, her slim fingers quickly working at whatever crazy contraption is keeping the dress wrapped so tightly around her body. When she finishes the dress loosens, revealing more of the delicious, vanilla skin of her upper chest.

With a hand on each of her shoulders she slowly draws the top of the dress down her chest, revealing her perfect, small round breasts. She was not overly endowed, but she knew how to use what she had; and what she had were breasts that were alluring and delicious and altogether irresistible.

She knows you are enraptured by her now almost naked body, her dress reduced to a sash of red around her waist. She knows she’s done enough teasing. She knows you want her, and she knows she wants you just as much.

Reaching between your bodies, she grasps your stiff shaft, and raising her hips slightly, she takes you inside her.

She is slick and hot and tight. As you fill Yoo Jeongyeon’s body for the first time that evening, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You found, sometimes, that you had to remind yourself to breathe around her, so often did she take your breath away.

She begins slowly, grinding herself against you in circular patterns, slowly adding more and more height and depth until she finds the rhythm she wants and she is taking you in and out of her steadily - not enough to threaten orgasm, but enough to be sublimely pleasurable. She grasps your hands from her hips and presses them to her naked breasts, letting out a low moan as you toy with her mounds, teasing her stiff, sensitive nipples, enjoying the warmth and weight of her chest in her hands.

The pleasure you elicit from her chest only spurs her to increase her pace, and soon she is riding you quickly and swiftly, the muscles in those full thighs and hips working to drive your stiff shaft in and out of her needy pussy at a frantic speed.

She is a sight to behold - only a few hours ago the perfect image of the perfect idol, perfect hair and perfect makeup wrapped in an expensive red dress. Now the hair falls around her face in a messy, sexy tumble, some of it glued to her cheeks with sweat - and that dress, once barely covering her modesty, is now simply a scrap of crimson around her bouncing hips. Earlier in the evening she smiled politely in front of the cameras - now her features are twisted in pleasure as she rides the stiff cock between her spread thighs.

She was a singer by trade, and she took pride in the joy her voice brought to her fans - but what some of those fans would have given to hear her now, that same voice giving body to endless gasps and moans of wordless pleasure, more than a little profanity, and lustful need.

Her second orgasm takes you both by surprise - it seemed to sneak up on her, taking her tight little body over in an instant. You finally release her breasts from your hands and watch, enraptured, as they quiver and shake as their owner struggles to deal with the unexpected pleasure coursing throughout her body. You grip those wide hips of hers as she grinds them against you, seeking every last ounce of pleasure, every last second of bliss. 

When she winds down from her peak she places both her palms flat against your chest, her head falling as she breathes heavily and tries to recover. Her body is weary and her need for pleasure is sated for now - but she wants you to share in it, wants to give you the same pleasure you have given her.

She raises her hips and you sigh as your cock slips out of her body. With a palm on both of your thighs she spreads them apart before turning around on the bed, her back facing you as she takes position on her knees between your legs. Reaching between you, she aims your tip at her drenched lips, and soon you are inside her again.

You’d had her from behind and she’s ridden you with her back turned plenty of times, but never like this - your spread legs gave you a perfect view of her full, round ass as it bounced up and down on your cock, her slick, splayed pussy lips wrapped tightly around your shaft, lathering it in a thick sheen of her juices. You are unable to resist reaching down and teasing the tightly pursed ring of her anus with the tip of your thumb - while she wasn’t exactly a fan of anal sex, she loved it when you teased her rear entrance as you fucked.

The sight was so alluring, so lustful and sexy that you quickly wonder how much longer you could last. That same beautiful, perfect idol on TV a few hours ago, now a wanton, lustful creature riding your cock with a reckless abandon.

That red dress - that ridiculous, sexy scrap of crimson - is still wrapped around her waist. You prop yourself up on your elbows before reaching down and grasping it like the reins of a horse. Jeongyeon ups her pace - she’d had her fill of pleasure and now wanted you to have yours. The time for tender lovemaking had passed. She wanted you to cum now - and she wanted to feel you cum inside her.

Jeongyeon gasps and moans, the new position seemingly just as pleasurable for her as it was for you. But you know you can’t possibly last much longer, not when the sight of her near naked body and the feel of her pussy wrapped so tightly around you was so overwhelming. You release the dress and reach up, enjoying the sight of her spine and shoulder blades - and the feel of sweat dripping down her back. Grasping a handful of chestnut hair, you pull back, eliciting a sharp gasp from the wanton young woman.

“Fuck, Jeongyeon, I’m gonna cum,” you hiss - the first full words you’d spoken since your little session began.

“Fill… my pussy… with… your cum!” is the answer - each word of her sentence broken up with a bounce of her young body.

The gasp that leaves your throat in response is cut out suddenly as you cum, releasing her hair and grasping her right hip tightly in an effort to bury yourself as deeply inside Jeongyeon as you could. Thick, hot ropes of semen splash deep inside her needy, warm walls, each spurt drawing a gasp or soft moan from the young woman as she is finally filled with the cum she so desperately wanted.

For a long few moments you are frozen in time, thrusting upward into her pussy as best you could given the position, relishing the feel of the mess you’d made inside Jeongyeon. Her walls tense and pulsate around you, as though trying to squeeze out every last drop from your sore shaft.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you collapse onto the bed, moaning softly as Jeongyeon lifts her hips and you slip out of her. You watch, delighted, as a thick stream of semen drips from her cum-saturated pussy.

Still on her knees, Jeongyeon finally tears the red dress from her hips, throwing it over the side of the bed as though it were an old t-shirt. In your post-orgasm haze you still find enough coherency to savor the sight of her naked body, silhouetted against the dim bedroom light - tall and slim and perfectly shaped, a perfect hourglass of hips and waist and thighs.

She joins you on the bed, cuddling up against your side and wrapping herself in a new set of clothing - your arms. Not as expensive or desired by as many as the piece of silk she’d just casually thrown away, but altogether more comfortable, and something she loved much more than some soulless scrap of designer fashion. 

She gives you a goodnight kiss, and her smile makes your heart sing once more.

You sigh, smile back, and then fall asleep.

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Author’s Note: quick little oneshot inspired by that gif of Jeongyeon in the red carpet dress that is probably one of my favorite gifs of all time, lol.

Dresses - Green Silk

Part 1 of this series of oneshots.

“I’m going to ask her to marry me,” he said as she excused herself from the table to go to the washroom, not knowing that every syllable that left his mouth was a dagger into your heart.

On the outside you smiled, laughed, clapped him on the back and said the words of encouragement that were necessary and expected of a best friend. That’s what best friends did.

On the inside you struggled to contain the emptiness in the chest one feels upon receiving ill news. You suddenly would’ve rather been anywhere else, anywhere else on Earth aside from this bar where you’d decided, foolishly, to meet up with your friends for drinks.

“Listen,” he says, turning to you, eyes boring into yours, seeing the proud eyes of his best friend, not unaware of the pain and anguish building just behind them. “I… I’ve been thinking about it, and honestly, I have to thank you. I wouldn’t have met her if it weren’t for you.”

“Bro, naw, don’t worry about it,” you say, adding a shrug and a wave of your hand for emphasis, even as the knot of emotions in your throat threatened to choke out your ability to speak.

“No, I’m serious,” he continues, his arm on your back now, his hands squeezing your right shoulder in a friendly hug. “You met her first. You had dibs. But you still let me take a shot. And now here we are three years later and I’m like, an hour away from proposing to her.”

He reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket, where he withdraws a small red velvet box. The glint in his eyes and the smile on his lips are those of a young man who knows his life was about to change that night.

“Bro, I’m so proud of you,” you say once more as he puts the ring away. You bring him close for a hug, ostensibly to show your pride - but in reality so that he wouldn’t see your eyes and the emotions they would betray.

“I’m gonna go take a piss. I’ll grab drinks on the way back to celebrate,” you manage to spit as you rise from the table. Your eyes are watering. The lump in your throat is thickening. You needed to get away.

“Just don’t mix those two up!” your best friend replies, before some other friend at the table cracks a joke, and his attention finally, mercifully, leaves you.

A whirlwind of emotions assault you as you stumble towards the back of the bar, alcohol and feelings and nostalgia all mixing into a heady cocktail that you weren’t quite ready for, weren’t sure you would ever be ready for.

You wanted so much to be proud of him - of your best friend, who’d shared so much of your ups and downs in the many years you’d known him. After so many shitty relationships he’d finally found someone he’d wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

All thanks to you.

You’d known her for almost a decade, having met while you were both in university. You’d kept in touch after graduation, and when the small start-up company you’d worked for had finally decided it was time to hire a full time marketing manager, and she fit the bill perfectly. You’d become close friends since you started working together, and while it was clear you were both attracted to one another, the stars never aligned. You were both too busy with work or meaningless dead-end relationships. That moment - the moment that takes a friendship and turns it into a relationship - never came.

One day you decided to invite your best friend to after-work drinks. She was there as well. You thought nothing of it. You didn’t know that you’d find yourself regretting sending that invitation for years to come.

When he asked you to introduce him to her that night, you did. When he asked you if it was okay for him to ask her out you said yes. When they started going out, you were happy for them. And when they became serious, you were proud of them. 

Because that’s what best friends did.

You rub your forehead as you approach the rear of the bar and the hallway where its washrooms were located. You could feel a headache starting. You decided that perhaps it would be best if you made up some excuse and left - you weren’t sure how you could handle seeing them together, just minutes before they became enga-

“Hey,” comes a soft voice to your left - and a pale hand on your shoulder stops you mid stride.

When your eyes meet hers you feel the breath leave your lungs - the same way they often did when you made eye contact. 

“H-hey,” you manage to mumble, caught off guard. Her hand leaves your arm, and you both stand there awkwardly, unable to look each other in the eye. You both stare at the floor and your feet.

“I was… just on my way to the washroom,” you say beneath your breath. You look down the hallway towards the washrooms, unwilling to face her.

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” she says suddenly. Her accusation causes you to look up at her, and while those beautiful features of hers are as bright as they usually are, there is a hint of something else behind her eyes.

“Red handed,” you admit, raising your hands.

“He’s going to propose to me tonight,” she says softly, eyes returning to the floor.

“Really? Wow, that’s great-”

“Don’t pretend he didn’t just tell you,” she says, looking up at you again. “You know how he can’t keep a secret. You know him.”

You smile, although it is a sad one, with little happiness behind it. “Yeah, I do,” you admit.

“Then you should know how terrible he is at hiding jewelry brochures,” she says, this time with a soft smile of her own.

“Yeah,” you say, not quite sure how else to respond.

You both stand there awkwardly for a few moments, your eyes locked on one another. The bar is busy, and the loud voices and shouts of the crowd fill your ears, but you registered none of it. You stood only a few feet away from her in the cramped hallway, but it felt like it may as well have been miles.

“Congratulations,” you say, and while you intended the words to sound sincere, your heart betrays you, and your voice cracks slightly.

A sad smile appears on her lips. Her eyes glisten in the low light of the hallway. Her bottom lip gives the slightest of trembles.

“Thank you,” she answers softly.

You turn away to continue down the hallway when her hand reaches out to your arm to stop you from going any further. You stand there for a split second, her small hand on the crook of your elbow. It lasts only a second. It feels like forever.

She pulls you towards her until you are facing her. Her lips crash into yours.

Nothing could have prepared you for it. Neither of you could have said or done anything that could justify it. But as her soft, sweet lips press themselves against yours you knew damn well that you loved every moment of it.

It is over too soon - and when she breaks the kiss her eyes look into yours with desire and need and a million other emotions that you knew she’d been keeping inside for far too long.

“Just once, please,” she says, barely above a whisper. 

She reaches down to your hand, grasping it with hers, and leads you down the hallway. She pushes open the door at the end of it, revealing an empty staircase leading to the upper floors.

Even before you are fully past the door she is already pulling you towards herself, molding her small body against yours as she pushes you against the wall. Your hands embrace her torso involuntarily, wrapping your arms around her, delighting in the feel of her warm frame against yours. All the while your lips continue to duel, your tongues searching for and finding one another as you kiss.

Her lips taste of sweet cherry and her breath smells of a beer or two. 

The kiss tastes like sin.

Your hands roam her body, delighting in the feel of delicious curves beneath thin silk. She was wearing a tight, short strapless green dress that clung to her like a second skin, making it easy for you to appreciate the delicious curve of her naked back, her small waist, and the round fullness of her ass.

She gasps a little as you palm her butt, her breath filling your mouth as she exhales into it. She breaks the kiss, and you both stare at each other, faces mere inches apart. You both stand there for a few seconds, teetering on the edge, ready to pull yourselves away and apart - or fall willingly over it.

She makes the decision for you.

“Take me, please, just once, oh, please, just once…” 

Her pleas break down the last of your restraint, the last vestiges of caution still present in your lust-addled mind. A decade of unfulfilled lust and need joined you both on the edge and threw you both over it.

You turn her around so that her back is against the wall, and you dive into her neck with your mouth, filling your mouth with her taste and your nose with her scent. She tastes of vanilla chased with lust; she smells like strawberries and need. She gasps softly as you begin to explore her body, her open mouth next to your ear giving voice the sinful pleasure quickly building within her.

Your trail of kisses reaches her upper chest - and she is the one who grasps the top of her dress and pulls it down, revealing her perfect, round breasts. They bounce free from their silk prison for only a moment before your mouth is on them, wet tongue quickly latching onto her stiff nipples, swiping the hard bud with long, needy licks.

Her gasp turns into a moan as you suckle from her breast. Your hand finds her other mound and teases the nipple there as well. Her hands are not idle - they go from digging almost painful furrows into your scalp to down between your bodies, where she quickly finds the buckle of belt and begins to undo it.

It’s your turn to moan out loud when she finds your cock, already stiff with excitement at the opportunity to indulge in the body of a young woman you’d lusted after for so many years. Her slim, thin fingers wrap themselves around your shaft, quickly pumping as best she could given the position and the fact that you were still suckling on her breasts. 

“I need, in my mouth, please, just once,” she gasps, the words spilling from her mouth, each syllable painted with pleasure and lust and need.

You finally tear your mouth from her to look her in the eyes - hair frazzled, breathing heavily, dress pulled down to reveal saliva-streaked breasts. But she looked no less beautiful. You’d never needed her more.

She wastes no time - soon she has dropped to her knees. You almost wished you had a moment to just stand there and take in the moment. But she was having none of it. She’d waited a decade for this moment. And so had you. 

When she takes you into her mouth you feel like you’d just died. So many years of being the good friend. So many shared hours in the classroom or in the office or at the bar, searching and waiting for a moment that would never come. So much tension built up over long gazes at one another, accidental touches and goodbye hugs whenever you parted. And it all found its release here, in the back stairwell of a bar, on the eve of her engagement to another man. 

You look down, almost afraid to watch for fear that the sight of her taking you in and out of her mouth would drive you insane. But when you finally gaze down, and find her eyes looking back at yours, you wonder if there were any sight that could have been more lustful, more intensely intoxicating. 

And the feel - of her tongue pressed against the underside of your shaft and swirling around your tip when your cock left her, of her hot, wet mouth and her tight, soft lips wrapped around it - it was almost too much to handle. You watch as she pumps the base of your cock with her left hand while her right hand plays with the wet flesh between her thighs. It was probably a minute or so she spent there, on her knees, sucking deeply and firmly on your cock as she fingers herself. Every second of it felt like an eternity.

Every second of it felt like sin.

She was forbidden fruit now; not simply another man’s girlfriend - now soon to be another man’s fiance. She was already alluring. Now she was irresistible, and you had to have more.

You grasp her naked shoulders softly and pull her up. She lets out a soft moan as your cock leaves her mouth one last time, but she knows what is to come next. Her eyes tell you all you needed to know. They tell you she wanted this, had been wanting it for as long as you had - consequences be damned.

She reaches down between your bodies and grasps the hem of her dress, pulling it up towards her waist, revealing her lack of underwear - and the glistening pink lips between her thighs. She looks up at you, eyes half-lidded with need.

“Fuck me, please.”

You reach down and grasp the back of her knees before lifting her up off the ground, pressing her against the wall. She wraps her legs around your waist. You reach down and point yourself at her entrance. You slip inside her.

When you fill her completely for the first time you both let out a long gasp into each others’ shoulders. A need fulfilled, a lust sated - but one that was tinged with the betrayal of a man who was close to you both. 

Sinful pleasure. But one that was made more intense for it.

You begin to thrust into her, fucking her against the wall. The years of need and frustration give you all the strength you need to hold the entirety of her weight. She may as well have weighed nothing.

The tight, wet, hot silk of her pussy; the light, airy gasps of barely restrained lust leaving her mouth and filling your ears; the warm heat of her long legs and soft thighs wrapped around your waist - intoxicating, inebriating. You were drunk on her, and you needed every drop of the drink she was pouring down your willing throat.

Gasps and moans fill your left ear in a wordless jumble of sounds. No words, no dirty talk - only the sounds of a woman giving in to temptation and sin. What words could either of you possibly say in this situation? Words were foreign concepts. There was only lust, and need, and sex - and the only language here was the one being spoken by your bodies.

Your cock drills into her again and again and again, her wet slickness lathering your shaft with juices, some of it dripping down onto your balls and splashing wetly in small drops on the floor. Her nails begin to dig almost painfully into your shoulders. She could have drawn blood, and you wouldn’t have noticed or cared. All that mattered to you was the next thrust. The next entry into her body.

Every second you spent inside her was a sinful betrayal of your best friend. But you threw that knowledge aside, pushed it into some dark corner of your mind. All you wanted was the next second, and the second after that. A dark part of you wanted it to last forever.

She orgasms suddenly, as though wanting intentionally to rouse you from your dark thoughts. Her body spasms and shakes around you as the pleasure overcomes her senses. She gasps and moans directly into your ear. Her pussy pulsates and tightens. She quivers. She shakes. The feel of her body’s reactions causes you to tremble in response.

So far she’d been the one in charge. She was the one that stopped you on your way to the bathroom. She was the one that pulled you into the stairwell and she was the one that kissed you.

It was your turn to take charge. It was your turn to stake your share in your sin.

You pull your shaft slowly from her body, and she lets tired legs fall to the floor. With hands on her hips you spin her around so her back is facing you. She catches on. She spreads her legs, her back arching deliciously as she presses her ass against your crotch. Needy. Wanton. Lustful. Consequences and the possibility of later regrets be damned.

You enter her again - this time she is tighter and wetter. A drink with an added shot. A drug laced with something stronger. 

You fuck her roughly against the wall. She moans and gasps and quivers as she is taken, the wordless tumble of sounds leaving her mouth telling you that she was deriving as much wicked pleasure from this as you were. 

You burn the image of her in your mind - torso pressed against the wall, expensive green silk dress a mere sash of fabric around her midsection. Exposed breasts pushed against cold concrete. The round cheeks of her ass bouncing with each thrust of your hips. The wet, slick lips of her pussy, barely visible, tightly wrapped around your cock with each exit and welcoming it greedly with each entry. 

Her dress seems oddly vibrant and colorful, despite the dim light of the stairwell. It is almost a teal color, or a dark jade green. Green like envy. Envy for a relationship another man enjoyed, one you never had. Green like jealousy - jealousy you knew you shouldn’t have felt.

She should have been yours. 

The realization of it almost makes you go mad. It makes you angry.

You fuck her even more roughly, your cock pistoning in and out of her helpless pussy at an even quicker pace - and her moans and gasps rise in volume in response. Her walls tighten and pulsate around you once again, and you know she is on the verge of orgasm. You snake your right hand around her torso to find her right breast, finding it cold with the chill of the concrete wall. You find and pinch her nipple. She lets out a long, needy moan as you take her body, have your way with it.

You feel your own orgasm beckoning. She tumbles over the edge first, becomes a wet, quivering, trembling mess only held up by the cock nailing her to the wall. You bury yourself as deep as you can into her body.

When you cum inside her nothing else exists. Not the sinful temptation, not the knowledge of knowing you were cumming inside your best friend’s soon-to-be fiance. And surely not guilt. That would come later.

For now all that existed was the hot wetness of the mess you were making inside her body with each spurt of hot semen you spurted into the depths of her pussy. That was all that mattered. That was all that you gave a damn about.

You both stay there, frozen, for more than a few minutes as your bodies slowly recover from the intensity of your respective orgasms. The pleasure worms its way through every inch of your body, and when it winds down you are afraid of losing it. You want to chase it, hold on to that feeling forever. 

You bury your head against the crook of her shoulder. You relish the feel of her warm body in your arms and the wet flesh between you that connected you to one another. For a few wonderful seconds you close your eyes, savoring each moment of it.

A part of you never wanted to open them, for fear of what you would have to face when you did.

After you slip from her body you both spend a few awkward minutes in silence making yourselves look presentable. Reality returns, and you find it unwelcome. You tuck yourself back into your pants. She pulls her dress back into place, wiping the wicked evidence of your sinfulness from her thighs with a tissue she retrieves from her purse. 

She avoids your eyes. When she is ready to leave she faces the door to the bar’s bathroom hallway, her hand on the knob.

“Last chance,” she says, softly, barely loud enough to hear.

A few moments pass as she waits for a reply. Her hand on the doorknob trembles ever so slightly. Even in the dark of the dimly lit stairwell you can see her eyes are glistening with tears.

One of them falls down her cheek as she opens the door and returns to the bar. She is off to enjoy the rest of her evening, and the new life she would soon begin with her future husband. You let her go.

That’s what best friends did.

 

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Author’s Note: oof.

Sad endings aside, I hope you all enjoyed this. I think the Dress series will be a regular thing from here on out. They’ll all (probably) be oneshots, and don’t worry, they definitely all won’t be as sad as this one. :)

Feel free to follow/DM/ask me stuff at lockefanfic.tumblr.com. I'm much more active there than I am here. :)

Dresses - Grey Silk

Getting home was becoming a miserable, difficult journey.

You pull the collar of your grey wool peacoat up around your neck in a vain attempt to stave off the cold, but the chill still finds a way into your body despite the several layers of clothing you have donned in a vain attempt to fight it. The thick, grey charcoal scarf wrapped around your neck, it seemed, may as well have been made of paper towel for all the warmth it provided you. The wind still battered you and those around you, uncaring of your preparations, and it brought with it a good friend and companion - snow.

You can barely feel your feet as you trudge along the slushy, barely shoveled sidewalk, trying your best to stay on the path trodden by those that came before you. Melted snow had already soaked the hem of your pants, and had somehow found its way into your boots to moisten your quickly dampening socks.

All around you dozens of commuters share in your journey, each a barely recognizable human shape swathed in wool and thick cloth and goretex. Each in their own world, freezing hands stuffed in pockets and ears stuffed with headphones or earbuds, uncaring of the difficulties of those around them; the entire focus of each one centered on placing one step in front of the other - each just trying to get home, where the promise of warmth and dryness and comfort beckoned.

It was miserable. But it was almost over.

You turn the corner that would lead you to the block where your apartment building stood, mercifully, awaiting your return.

There is a small alleyway between your building and the one next to it. You have passed it almost every day that you have lived there and not given it a second thought. It was the kind of alley to be found in thousands of cities around the world; unremarkable, a mere space between buildings, a small alley that allowed residents access to their parking garages and garbage trucks access to their bins.

But today was different. Your eyes are drawn, by some unknown power, to the short alley and the darkness that swathed it.

There, huddled in a bundle of dirty, threadbare grey cloth, is a figure sitting against the cold concrete of the building next to your apartment. It is only a few feet from the end of the alley, and it is mostly covered in darkness - but there is enough light filtering in from the main street to show you that it is a small female figure. It is sitting with its knees clutched to its chest, likely trying to stave off the elements the same way you were - but with much less success. The dirty, ripped hood of its sweater is drawn up over her head, but the light reveals a thin chin, along with lips made blue and teeth made to chatter by the cold.

You hesitate for a moment - the warm light shining from your apartment’s entrance beckoned only a few feet away, its soft glow tempting and enticing you to forget about the girl and move on with your life. Dozens, if not hundreds of people, had walked by this person and done nothing. 

Others had done nothing - why should you?

No. You were not others.

You take small, hesitant steps towards the figure - you were concerned but not stupid. It was a large city, and while muggings and the like were rare, they were not non-existent. The cold could make people desperate, make them do stupid things.

“Hey there,” you say, the thick bloom of your breath hanging in the air for a moment, evidence of heat lost by speaking.

There is no movement from the figure initially. Only the slight chattering of her teeth in the cold.

“Hey,” you repeat. “Are you okay?”

You crouch a few feet from her. Her head finally moves, revealing more of her face to the light coming in from the main street. You feel a cold rush of air enter your lungs as you gasp at the sight of her.

She is beautiful - utterly beautiful, in every sense of the word. Her clothes are old and filthy and dirty, but somehow her face is radiant. Soft, elegant features - like those of a princess or queen or some other royalty. Beautiful in a classical sense, the kind of beauty that belonged on a runway in Paris, and not forgotten in some dirty alleyway alongside last week’s trash.

But her eyes are sad - forlorn, hurt, in pain - and not just because of the temperature. You suspect it is because society has quite literally passed her by, unwilling or unable to stop and help a fellow human in need. There is a deeper pain there, and it hurts your heart to witness it.

She has not yet made eye contact with you. She looks away, towards the other end of the alleyway.

Your hands, moving of their own accord, undo the knot that keeps your wool scarf around your neck. You step forward, close enough to drape the thick fabric over her, wrapping it twice around her neck.

Her eyes look first to the new fabric wrapped around her. With hands rendered pale by the cold she reaches up and touches your scarf, gently, as though she were feeling the texture of wool for the first time.

She looks up at you, and you make eye contact for the first time. When her eyes lock with yours, your entire world goes white.

---

The light was almost painful. 

When you finally force your eyes open the first thing you are aware of is how bright it was - the light filled every inch of this new, strange place you had suddenly found yourself in. You are lying down, you realize, and you quickly sit up, moving your fingers and toes to ensure they were still there, suddenly terrified that you were somehow no longer whole.

The moment of alarm passes, but the fear does not. What happened? How did you get here? Where were you?

You realize you are sitting on a surface that seemed like it was made of light grey silk - silk that extended, endlessly, in every direction, as far as your eyes could see. It is hanging in the air, too, suspended by unseen methods, blown about randomly by some unseen wind - even though you didn’t feel any such breeze on your skin. It seemed to float, lazily, all around you, as though the invisible air currents of everyday life were somehow rendered unto cloth.

You look around you, almost frantically, wondering where you were and perhaps, more importantly, how the hell you could get out of here. How the hell did you get here, anyway? The last thing you remember was draping your scarf around a freezing girl. You just wanted to make sure she was okay, make sure she wasn’t going to freeze to death, alone, in some alleyway-

She catches your eye - or rather, her feet do. 

She has been lying next to you this entire time; although you could have sworn that when you first woke up here that you were alone. Like you were, she is lying on her back, close to you, not more than an arm’s length away.

She is the same girl from the alley. Her eyes are cast away, but upon realizing that you have finally noticed her presence, she turns and locks eyes with you - and once again, you feel the air rush into your lungs as her eyes make you gasp.

Gone are the filthy rags she wore in the alley. She is wearing a beautiful, light grey dress that looked like it was made of the finest silk that ever existed. It clung tightly to her body, hugging full curves and draping softly over the valleys of her prone form, light, airy, as though she were clothed in the air itself.

Her skin, perfect and creamy, and her hair, falling about her perfect head like a halo made of woven gold, seemed to mirror the light airiness of her dress. 

But her eyes - her eyes are different. Gone is the pain and hurt that pervaded those dark brown pools. There is a softness to them now. She seemed almost thankful. Almost happy, as though she had found something she had long been searching for. There is a warmth in her eyes that made you feel warmer than any jacket or scarf ever could.

She reaches her hand up towards your face - her arm a long, slim length of softness that ended in long, elegant fingers and perfectly kept nails. You involuntarily bring your face to her hand, and the first touch of her skin on yours causes the air to rush out of your lungs.

Her fingertips graze the side of your face, softly, tracing random paths along the side of your cheek. They eventually wander behind your ear, and you feel her pull you down towards her. You feel your body move to lie down next to her, your limbs and core and body completely at her mercy, moving of its own accord, moving as though she had your entire being under her control.

She brings your head to hers and she kisses you - and she tastes of strawberries and vanilla and silk and happiness and accomplishment and pride and every single positive thing and emotion you have ever experienced in your entire life.

Her lips, as soft as the silk with which she is clothed - and that pervaded every inch of this alternate realm, it seemed - welcome you with light touches, before it deepens, becoming more passionate, until eventually you are making out with this strange, wondrous woman, your mouths and then your tongues duelling, fighting a battle without casualties or losers.

Your hand moves, almost of its own accord, to her side, your fingers delighting in the perfect softness of the grey silk that clung to her torso like a second skin, happy to feel the warmth beneath it as her chest rises and falls slowly with each of her breaths. She has wrapped both arms around your neck now, bringing you closer, seeking more of you to cover in warm limbs and soft, airy cloth.

Your hands, emboldened by her arms burying themselves in your hair, begin to wander about her torso, caressing first the flat tightness of her stomach and sides before slowly moving upward, towards the healthy swell of her breasts. You break the kiss, a soft sound of longing escaping the woman’s lips as you leave them - the first sounds you’d heard her make. She lets out a louder gasp as you dive into her neck, your lips delighting in the feel of her soft, creamy skin on your lips and tongue.

Suddenly she stops you for a moment by snaking a finger between your lips and her neck - and for a moment a feeling of sheer terror pervades your mind as you fear for a moment that you’d gone too far, been too greedy, too eager to partake in pleasure you didn’t deserve.

She pushes your head away with her palm on your cheek, and an apology begins to leave your mouth - one she quickly stops with a finger on your lips.

You watch, in awe, as her fingers move to the back of her neck where she undoes whatever magical contraption or knot is keeping the dress wrapped around her torso. The grey silk sags somewhat as it is finally loosened - before falling from her torso altogether as she pulls it down and away from her body.

But she is not done. With those long fingers of hers she reaches down and pulls up the hem of her skirt, revealing more and more of her long, beautiful legs and soft, creamy thighs. She hesitates when the edge of the dress reaches the point where her thighs meet her pelvis - as though teasing you. When you look up and lock eyes with her she gives you a soft, almost mischievous smile - before pulling the edge of her dress up until it is bunched around her waist, revealing the flesh between her legs and the inviting lips between them.

To say she was perfect, even fully clothed, was accurate. To say she was sublime - with her dress now a mere sash of grey silk at her waist - was as close as the English language could come to describing her. 

She reaches up and finds your cheek before pulling you towards her again, this time steering your head towards her chest.

Her breasts are soft and perfect and round and every possible adjective you could have used to describe a woman’s chest. Your hand finds her now-naked side and reaches up to cup the soft mound of her right breast before you bring your mouth to it, thrilling in the taste of her perfect skin on your lips and tongue. You can only keep yourself from indulging for so long, and soon you wrap your lips around her nipple and take the taut bud in your mouth, slurping and licking and suckling from it with a hungry mouth.

She gasps and moans as you suck from her breast - a light, airy, wordless sound, as soft as the fabric that seemed to fill every inch of this place. When you have her fill of one breast you switch to the other, and her moans begin to escalate as your work on her chest builds upon the quickly compounding pleasure flowing through her body.

She grasps your right hand from her breast, and she pulls it down her body, pressing it against her warm, soft skin, tracing a path down her prone form, past her flat stomach and defined abs, past the almost forgotten grey silk dress wrapped around her hips, until it reaches her thighs and dips between them. You are too focused on suckling from her breast to bring your head up to watch, but when you begin to feel the slick wetness between her legs on your fingertips, even her perfect, tight nipple on your tongue was not enough to keep you from raising your head and locking eyes with her.

Her eyes, half-lidded now with pleasure, are filled with a pleading, a need, a desire for the next step of this sudden, wondrous experience you’d both found yourselves in. Those dark brown pools remain locked on yours as she presses your fingertips against her slick lips - before diving between them to slide inside her.

She is hot and wet and slick, your fingers quickly working their magic between her legs until she becomes a mewling, quivering mess. She continues her gasps and moans and sighs - but never says a full word. Each sound that leaves her mouth is a wordless expression of pure pleasure, the sounds and movements of her body giving the full description of her pleasure that words could never possibly hope to match.

Soon you are thrusting your middle and ring fingers in and out of her with a slow, steady pace, angling your hand in a way that you can tease her taut clit with the pad of your thumb. When you find it she lets a sharp gasp leave her lungs - a sound that is somehow beautiful and elegant and utterly lustful at the same time.

Satisfied now that you’d found her weakness, you continue your work between her legs, diving your head to indulge in her full breasts, her stiff nipples, or the warm heat of her neck. All the while she is quivering and moaning and squirming beneath you, her thighs closing around your hand as your fingers bring her closer and closer to the sublime peak she both craved and feared.

When her orgasm overtakes her she lets out a sound that is neither gasp nor moan nor scream, but somehow all of them and none of them at the same time. It is a sound of pure pleasure that feels like it could have been written in music upon a canvas of red velvet, if such a thing were possible.

She takes a few moments to recover from her peak - not that you minded, not when you had her soft breasts beneath your tongue and her warm thighs around your wet fingertips to play with. Her chest rises and falls heavily as she refills them with air lost from her gasps and moans.

When she finally recovers she pulls your head from her chest with a hand on your cheek. She reaches down, and suddenly it is your turn to gasp and moan as she wraps soft, warm, slender fingers around your painfully stiff shaft, giving a few slow, shallow pumps with her wrist that each send delicious shocks of pleasure through every ounce of your being. The new sensations cause you to withdraw your fingers, warm and dripping with her juices, from between her drenched lips. 

It is at that point you realize you were somehow now naked - although as with everything else during this experience you could not be bothered to question how or why.

She stops finally and waits for your involuntarily shut eyes to open once more. When you finally open them you find her eyes still locked to yours. She gives you the slightest of nods.

You position yourself between her legs, her thighs spreading to happily allow you between them. You feel a momentary gasp of breath leave your lungs as you feel her legs wrapping around your hips, and you are rendered almost completely breathless when she reaches down and places the tip of your aching shaft against her moist, wet flesh.

When you enter her you feel the rush of air leave your lungs - and for a moment you almost forget that you had to breathe back in.

She is tight and wet and hot around you, a perfect passage of flesh and heat. The sound she makes when you enter her is nothing short of magical, nothing short of utterly divine. It is the sexiest sound you have ever heard - and certainly the most beautiful.

When you fill her completely, your hips finally meeting hers, it takes every effort to open eyes you didn’t know you had shut. When you open them you gaze upon a picture of serene beauty, lips slightly parted, eyes still closed - but fluttering open softly, filled with fulfillment and satisfaction and underlying pleasure.

Watching her lying there would have been enough for you. You could have asked for nothing more. But when she begins to move her hips and rub her thighs around you, encouraging you to move, you find yourself thanking whatever gods there were for this wondrous, surreal opportunity.

When you begin to move inside her, pulling your shaft slick with her juices from her body before slowly, carefully entering her once more - it almost drives you insane. You are almost incapable of processing it, almost incapable of understanding the onslaught of pleasure and emotion that she was conjuring into your body. She is hotter and tighter and wetter than any woman you have ever been with - although comparing this goddess to a mere woman seemed an insult.

She wraps her arms around your neck just as her legs wrap around your hips, bringing you closer, urging you to move faster and faster with soft, shallow movements of her hips. The wordless gasps and moans she releases breathlessly into your ear drive you on and on and on, in and out and in and out of her body, craving each moment of pleasure you were finding inside her body.

Her hands wander, scratching almost painfully onto your back, sometimes into your scalp, sometimes on the back of your neck. But the pain caused by her nails simply pales in comparison to the pleasure - that perfect, sublime pleasure - that you find between her legs. Instead, the pain that radiates from the pinpricks of her nails almost amplifies it, makes the pleasure sharper, now that it had something to contrast itself with.

One of your hands is planted against what passed for a floor in this realm, but the other is free to caress the side of her face. You feel almost unworthy to touch such a beautiful woman, let alone kiss her, let alone be inside her body. But when your fingers touch her skin those thoughts of unworthiness flee from your mind. They are replaced instead by a sense of belonging, a sense of affection - of warmth.

Her face is wracked with pleasure as you continue to pump in and out of her, your slick shaft slowly sliding in and out between her drenched, dripping lips - but when she sees you are watching her she locks eyes with you and brings you close for a passionate kiss.

The kiss continues, becomes more than a mere peck on the lips. It is deep, passionate, your tongues and mouths telling each other what human language could never possibly communicate. The kiss turns into another breathless gasp as she breaks it to let out a deep, throaty moan, the pistoning length of your shaft reaching a new depth between her legs and pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

When she orgasmed on your fingers you thought you’d seen the peak of her beauty. When she orgasms with you inside her you realized you were naive to think such a thing.

She is sex and beauty and utter pleasure personified. The moan that leaves her throat is somehow musical and beautiful and devilishly lustful all at the same time. Her thighs and legs and arms and inner flesh wrap tightly around you. Her body pulsates. Her legs quiver. She shakes and whimpers, but the moan never stops, never ends. You drink in her pleasure like a fine wine, savoring the sound of it in your ears like a diner would savor a fine vintage on their tongue.

When she comes down from her high you are almost sad to see it. You want to keep her in that state of pleasure, want her to feel that way for as long as she wanted. She eases herself back down onto the floor, her body weakening and loosening around you as though it were melting - but when her eyes flutter open once more she realizes that you have yet to achieve the same peak she has, and the look in those brown pools tell you it was a situation she wanted to correct.

She cradles your face in her hands, a soft smile on perfect lips. She nods - a slight movement of her head, the barest of gestures. But it is unmistakable. You know what she meant to say, even if no words left her lips.

You withdraw yourself from her again, holding yourself outside of her before thrusting back inside, to her delight, if the gasp that leaves her lips is any indication. Soon you have settled back into the rhythm you had taken before her orgasm, but this time she spreads her legs wider, moves her hips a little more urgently, meeting each of your thrusts with her hips, as though wanting to drive you as deep as she could inside her body.

The misgivings you had about being somehow magically transported to this place were a far off thought, a worry of some other person. The only thing that existed now was the wondrous creature beneath you, the look of soft affection in her eyes, the deliciously sinful pleasure between her legs, and the warmth you found within her.

With every thrust into her body you find yourself edging closer and closer to the point of no return. You want simultaneously to avoid it and reach it immediately - her body is so wet and hot and tight around you that you want to be inside her forever. You keep thrusting, pulling out and pushing back in, enjoying the feel of the wet slickness coating your shaft and dripping from your swinging balls, staining your thighs and hers with her warm juices.

But it is a fight you are destined to lose. And you lose it willingly, because the result of your loss was a pleasure unmatched by anything else in your life.

You let out a groan that cuts out halfway through, leaving your mouth open and gaping - because the sheer pleasure of your orgasm leaves you utterly breathless. Your hips and crotch and shaft spasm wildly as you bury yourself as deep inside her as you can before you orgasm, sending thick streams of hot seed deep inside her.

She gasps and moans with each spurt that fills her - not as loudly or as pleasurable as she did when she orgasmed herself, but still deep and full of affection, as though she herself were happy that you had reached the same peak she did. Her hands caress the back of your scalp and the suddenly sore muscles of your upper back, soft fingers playing idly with tired flesh.

You could have stayed there forever, could have given up everything else in your life if it meant staying buried in that wonderful crook of this woman’s neck, your still-pulsating cock buried deep inside her as you quiver and let out the last few spurts inside her. You would have gladly never left that moment. You grasp at it, burn it into your memory, never wanting to let it go.

Her hands, as they always did, find your cheek and bring your head up until you are face to face. 

Her beauty takes your breath away - again. No matter how many times you look into her eyes you are amazed each and every time. On those perfect lips is a soft smile of affection.

She brings her fingertips to your eyelids to close them, and as she does so a sense of warmth suffuses every inch of you.

---

You are back in the alleyway.

The cold returns, unwanted and uncaring, back to assault your senses. Gone is the soft warmth, the airy lightness, the grey silk that covered everything in that other realm.

Gone is the girl.

You immediately stand from your crouched position, eyes searching frantically, looking for some trace of grey silk or soft vanilla skin or some other sign of her.

You find only darkness and the hustle and bustle of the city beyond the mouth of the alleyway.

You sigh - was it just a dream, a figment of a tired imagination? A cruel mirage, a selfish hallucination borne by having spent too long in the cold? Was she ever there to begin with? Were you about to wake up from the most pleasurable of dreams, to find yourself alone in a cold bed?

You turn back towards the busy street - and you catch a glimpse of grey silk.

It is quick and fleeting. Not even a second - but it seems to last forever. She is standing in that perfect dress of hers, the long hem of it reaching the wet, cold concrete but somehow remaining dry. She seems woefully underclothed - but if she felt the cold, she seemed unconcerned by it.

You take a step towards her, but as you do so she takes one of her own - away from you, following the crowd of commuters that act as though she is not even there - if indeed they saw her at all.

She is about to turn the corner, where you will lose sight of her. Before she reaches it she turns her face towards you. A smile appears on her perfect lips.

Every language in the world could have tried to describe her in that moment, and every word of every tongue in existence would have failed in the attempt.

Before you reach her she turns the corner and you lose sight of her. When you reach it you look desperately for her, but your eyes, much to the disappointment of your heart, find nothing.

You are left there, alone, with nothing but a feeling of warmth in your chest that was not there before you met her. The cold dimmed suddenly, retreating from you like the darkness flees from the dawn.

The others walking around you must have thought you mad, standing in the middle of the busy sidewalk with a wide smile on his face, looking at nothing in particular. 

You smile. You were not others. 

 

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A special shoutout to the anon ask on my tumblr (lockefanfic.tumblr.com) who inspired the idea for the above work :)

Author’s Note: Firstly - A Happy, happy new year to everyone!

Secondly, a heartfelt thank you to everyone who bothers to read my work. The idea that someone out there would take time out to read some of the lewd trash I put up here, let alone enjoy it, is still something I have trouble comprehending lol. I was beginning to lose interest in writing when I was only posting on AFF as the comments and follows had dried up there. Starting here on tumblr has reinvigorated my love for writing and I have you guys to thank.

Thank you for all the likes, asks, and follows. I hope my work has brought some warmth into the cold year that has been 2020 for each of you.

Dresses - White Silk

Parts One, Two, and Three of this series of oneshots.

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There were only few moments in your life when you truly cared about the weather.

 

Once when your much-anticipated camping trip was spent inside your tents hiding from a torrential downpour. Another time when your apartment’s air conditioning broke down during an unprecedented heat wave. A final time when icy roads brought you close to you wrapping your car around a tree.

This was another one of those moments. Outside, what seemed like the storm of the century battered the building relentlessly, turning the day into a dark, stormy mess.

Inside, however, Lee Jieun somehow still managed to shine.

She was utterly beautiful - no, beautiful seemed inadequate to describe the sight. She stands with her back half turned to you, her perfect silhouette framed by the window. And while it is dark and stormy outside, she somehow still manages to glow, her very presence seeming to battle against the gloom that pervaded the rest of the day, seeming to defy it, seeming to tell it “No, your rain and clouds will not dim my brightness.”

She turns when you enter the room - and time slows to a crawl. It was like one of those moments in the movies when the female lead meets the male lead for the first time. As she turns her head, her hair, unstyled and seemingly also unbrushed but somehow still flawless, whips carelessly over her bare shoulder, almost as if in slow motion - a shampoo commercial come to life. 

Wrapped around her lithe, thin frame is a white silk dress. Made of the finest of materials and woven by the most talented of seamstresses, it is almost a work of art in and of itself - but without the young woman on whom it draped it is little more than a useless scrap of overpriced fabric. No, the woman made the dress, and not the other way around. It is she that makes the dress beautiful.

From the second you met her so many years ago you’d thought she was the most beautiful woman you’d ever met - but right now, as a bride on her wedding day, you knew she’d never been more beautiful. All women are beautiful - but on their wedding day they glow just a little brighter.

Jieun’s eyes meet yours. A glimpse of a surprised reaction - one she quickly hides. She opens her mouth to speak, and you expect some eloquent, powerful observation on the storm raging outside, and how it will not affect her spirits.

“I need some fucking alcohol,” she spits.

You smirk a little at her first words of the day to you. She looked like a princess, but sometimes she had the tongue of a sailor.

“Sorry,” you answer as you step towards her, “there’s no bar on the premises, unfortunately, although I hear the reception will have one. Cash bar, though, so best hit up an ATM before arriving.”

Jieun sighs and returns her attention to staring out the window. You feel the room get a little dimmer as she takes her attention away from you.

“Of course not. Nothing today can go right, apparently.”

You stand beside her, staring out the same window at the angry grey skies and the seemingly endless torrential downpour.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she says after a few shared seconds watching the raindrops trace random patterns on the glass.

“You’re not exactly kicking me out.”

Jieun scoffs. “Well everything else today is going horribly wrong so yeah, why the hell not have you show up?”

“What else is going wrong, exactly?”

“The photographer came down with a cold, so the best we can muster is my cousin and his fucking iPhone. The hair and makeup artist I hired is stuck in traffic on the other side of the city and probably won’t make it here on time, which is why I currently look like a fucking college student on the wrong end of a weed bender. The florist thought the wedding was tomorrow, so the only flowers we have are those sad looking almost-dead bouquets from the fucking gas station. Oh, and the reception hall had a goddamn double booking and neglected to tell us that the banquet hall won’t be available until 10pm, once the fucking high school math olympics has finished its awards ceremony!”

You frown. There wasn’t really much you could do to ameliorate the situation.

“Clusterfuck and a half,” you state.

“Clusterfuck and three quarters,” she counters, “coming real close to two full clusterfucks. Compared to all the bullshit that’s already gone down today, yeah, fuck it, you may as well be here, even when you very clearly shouldn’t be. I’m getting married today, if you didn’t notice.”

You glance over to her for the first time, and even though she is currently wearing a frown on her cute little features, you are nonetheless still struck by her beauty. Such a cheesy thing to admit to - being awestruck by a woman. It was something that surely only happened in books and movies and on Netflix; surely in real life no woman could ever be so beautiful as to render a man temporarily physically paralyzed.

But Lee Jieun had a way of doing that to you. She did it when she walked into the busy downtown Korean barbeque place that your mutual friend had dragged her to on that fateful day so many years ago. She did it when she just so happened to sit next to you, and again when she reached out her slim, pale hand and introduced herself with a cute handshake and a blinding smile. 

And she did it every single day you’d met her since. Today was no different, even if it was one of the most important days of her life.

“I overheard one of the bridesmaids saying you weren’t doing so well,” you say. “I had to make sure you were going to make it up the aisle.”

“Well I feel nauseous as fuck at the moment so I might make it up there only to barf all over the goddamn groom when I get to the altar.”

“What a lucky guy.”

“Damn straight. He gets to spend his entire life boning this hot piece,” she says with an exaggerated flourish of her hand over her body that was more sarcastic than serious, a deadpan frown on her face.

“I’m jealous,” you say.

Jieun buries her face in her hands, where she lets out a long sigh.

“Are you sure you don’t have a shot of soju in your jacket or something?”

“No,” you say. “I do have these, though.”

“I swear to god if you’re referring to your balls I’m gonna punch-”

When she lifts her head from her hands, she finds you with your arms wide open and the cheesiest of smiles on your face.

It begins slowly - just a slight crack of an upward tilt at the corners of her mouth, like a small ray of light piercing dark clouds. Eventually her soft pink lips and cute cheeks follow suit, and soon the metaphorical clouds part, her face surrendering to the reluctant smile and short chuckle that she allows to escape her mouth along with an adorable little snort.

She steps forward into your embrace, and you wrap your arms tightly around each other.

“You’ve always been there for me,” she says, her words muffled by your chest.

“I always will be.”

“Even when I’m married?”

“Especially when you’re married. Married guys can be dicks.”

Jieun chuckles again, and the soft vibration of her laugh against your chest makes your heart sing. She presses herself closer against you, as though she were fleeing from the accumulating problems of the day and had just found a hiding spot in your arms.

“How much time do I have?” she asks, barely audible.

“About an hour or so, I’d say,” you reply. Only a few of the guests had arrived and the groomsmen and bridesmaids were occupied with putting out the myriad of little fires that came up during weddings. There was still some time to yourselves before the start of the show.

“Then kiss me,” she says, lifting her head from your chest.

Time slows again. Time moves slowly, almost incrementally slowly, as you bend your head to kiss her.

It felt so wrong, so dangerous - but it also felt so right, so perfect. You should not have been there, not on her wedding day, mere minutes before she was to walk down the aisle. You could have, and perhaps should have, been anywhere but here.

But Jieun had always had that hold over you. You didn’t think yourself whipped for any other woman in your life, but when Jieun called you answered - no questions asked. You hated yourself for it sometimes, hated that a woman could have such overwhelming control over you, could have you wrapped around her finger like she did. 

But one smile - and sometimes, one kiss - was all it took to remind you why you did it: you were in love with her.

The kiss deepens, becoming something more passionate, more needy. Tongues begin to explore familiar mouths and find their counterparts willing and ready to touch and taste. Hands tighten around torsos. Hips press against hips. The bride tries to find solace from a day of ruined plans in the kiss and embrace of a man that meant so much to her.

You are happy to leave it there - merely seeing her was already probably a mistake - but Jieun was never one to stop things she had started. She breaks the kiss and pulls at the back of your head until your mouth is on her neck, and you begin devouring the sweet, pale flesh there with your hungry lips and tongue. She cranes her neck up and back, offering up more of herself to you.

Her hands slip between your bodies to work at your belt, which she quickly undoes.

“Here..?” you manage to gasp in between kisses. She was taking your breath away, again, although this time for another reason.

“Here,” she snaps, as though she were surprised you would even dare to ask, “Everything else is going wrong. I need this now. I need you now. Fuck me like you always do. One last time.”

Before you could say anything further she has you out of your boxers, her slim fingers suddenly cold and chilly around your quickly hardening shaft. Soon she has you at full stiffness. It doesn’t take you long. It never did. Especially not now, given the circumstances. Given the knowledge that the hand wrapped around your shaft and pumping it up and down would soon have a shiny diamond ring on it for the rest of her life.

You groan into her neck as the pleasure she is conjuring inside your body begins to overtake your senses. You feel her cheeks move against the side of your face - a wicked smile on an angel’s lips.

You are content to let her have her way with you, but you are reminded of her request - to fuck her the way you always did. And when you fucked, you were the one in control. Her innocent, girl-next-door exterior belied the fact that she loved to be taken, loved to be called names and used - and you weren’t one to disappoint her, even today, on this most important of days. You hated yourself sometimes for how much control she had over you in your day-to-day life; but you relished the fact that in your most intimate moments the roles were very much reversed.

You bring your hands to her shoulders and turn her around until she is facing the wall. She lets out a gasp of surprise - one that turns into a low moan as you press yourself, and your stiff shaft, against her. She braces herself against the glass, her forearms and palms flat against it.

Your hands, still on her shoulders, trace the top edge of the perfect white dress wrapped around her like a second skin. When they reach the front of her dress, you grasp the top edge and pull downward.

Jieun gasps as you pull the dress down to expose her breasts, and you grin devilishly over her shoulder as you watch her reflection in the glass as her small, perfect round mounds bounce free from their silk prison. Before she can react further your hands are already on them, squeezing them none too gently, enjoying the feel of her body molding itself into your hands, her already stiffened nipples poking between your fingers.

“You gonna let me fuck you on your wedding day, Jieun?” you hiss into her ear.

“Fuck yes,” she hisses, her breath a mist upon the glass, “I want you to fuck me right fucking now.”. She reaches down, pulling her long, flowing skirt up to bunch it around her waist. It takes her a while - her skirt is so long - but soon the pale, perfect round cheeks of her pert little ass are laid bare, your cock pressing impatiently against her lower back. 

You smirk at the sight of her, the perfect little bride on her wedding day, now a wanton, needy little thing, begging for it, begging to be fucked in a dress that was supposed to symbolize her innocence with its pure color. She wasn’t even wearing underwear, as though she knew this would happen, was expecting to be fucked wearing this dress.

“Fuck me,” she snaps, as though every moment you kept her waiting was making her more and more upset. “Fuck me please. I’m so wet for you.”

“Such a slutty little bride,” you observe. ‘So wet and hot already, and I’ve barely touched you.” You pinch her nipples. She sighs. You grin at the sight of her in her pristine white dress, an angel engaged in an act that was not at all angelic.

“Fuck yes. I’m such a slut. Such a slutty little bride. Now fuck me!”

“You want to get fucked against this glass in your pretty little white wedding dress?”

“Mmmm!” Jieun gasps, every sound that leaves her throat dripping now with need, “Please, fuck me now. Fuck this bride’s tight little pussy until you cum in it.”

You let go of her breasts, but not before giving her stiff nubs one last pinch that elicits a sharp gasp from her throat. Your right hand drifts to your cock, you line up your tip with her entrance, and within moments you slip inside Lee Jieun’s body.

You’d had her plenty of times, but today is different - and you wonder if perhaps the circumstances and the sheer audacity of what you were doing somehow added to the way she felt around you. She was slick and hot and wet and so, so very tight. It almost drove you insane to be inside her. Judging by the way her fingers curled against the hard glass, seeking something to claw into as she is filled with your cock - Jieun felt the same.

“Fuck,” she hisses, the curse word leaving her mouth in a breathy sigh. You both take a moment to savor the sensations - hers of being filled, yours of her wet, hot body wrapping itself around your stiff, aching shaft.

You don’t waste any time. You had little to waste, nor did you have any desire to deny yourself the pleasure her body promised. When you withdraw your shaft from between her round cheeks to find it glistening with her juices, you quickly drive yourself back in - this time to the hilt.

Soon you are fucking Lee Jieun against the glass, her naked breasts pressed against it, stiff nipples crushed against the cold surface as she is taken roughly, your cock pumping in and out of her wet, slick pussy at a frantic pace. 

If she had problems with the liberties you were taking on her body she was not showing it. Her reactions told you much the opposite - that she loved each thrust into her needy pussy, loved feeling you piston in and out of her at the quick, hard pace you had set for yourselves.

“Oh my… oh my fucking god,” she hisses, her face pressed now against the glass, a soft mist forming on it with each hot breath that leaves her lips. “Fuck me, fuck me like this.”

You are almost afraid to look down, almost afraid to watch your cock pump in and out of her needy body - but you eventually tear your eyes from her pleasure-stricken face to glance down between your torsos.

Her juices are flowing freely, lathering your stiff shaft with a thick sheen of her slick, glistening  wetness. Her lips grip every inch of your shaft, parting softly to welcome it in with each thrust, grasping it tightly with each withdrawal as though not wanting to let it go. You reach down and squeeze her tight little ass with both hands, filling your hands with her cheeks, parting them slightly to give you a better view of each thrust of your cock into her slick, wet pussy.

“Oh… oh fuck!” she gasps as you reach a new depth, bottoming out your thrusts now as you fill her with every inch of you, filling the mewling young bride as deeply as you could with stiff cock. 

“Fucking take my cock, Jieun,” you snap, bringing your hand up to her chin to tilt it toward you. “Fucking take it.”

“Y-yes! Fuck me… I’m yours. I’m yours!”

The filth of her words, of her submission to you, would have been pleasurable any other time. But now, mere minutes from her marriage - it meant something more, something more perverse - and something more deliciously sinful.

You reach around her torso to grasp a round breast with your free hand, finding her stiff nipple and teasing it at first before pinching and twisting the sensitive bud. You turn her face toward you with the hand on her chin, wanting to watch as every thrust into her body twisted her small, adorable face with little spasms of pleasure. For a few long, delicious minutes you fuck the mewling, squirming young bride against the glass, the pleasure you both found in each others’ bodies far outweighing the filthy wickedness of your act.

“Is your husband going to fuck you like this every single day? Fuck your needy, slutty little pussy whenever he wants?”

“Y-yes!” she manages to gasp, her words interrupted by each thrust of your cock into her juicy pussy, “Yes… whenever… wherever… however he wants!”

“And you want my cum dripping down your legs while you walk down the aisle? While you get married?”

“Yes! Oh fuck please I want it, I want your cum inside me, I want it dripping out of my pussy oh please oh fuck, cum inside me oh fuck cum inside me please, fill my pussy, fill me with cum, fuck me, fuck me, oh, oh I’m cumming, oh--!”

You always dreaded Jieun’s orgasm during sex, because it was so powerful, so overwhelming -  not only for her, but for the both of you. And it usually meant that you came soon after.

Jieun turns into a mewling, quivering mess of flesh, held up against the glass only by your hands on her chin and breast - and the cock still pistoning in and out of her pulsating pussy. You fuck her through her orgasm even as you feel your own beckoning, concentrating on each thrust, pushing yourself as deep as you can inside the young bride before pulling out only far enough to thrust right back inside her.

The random pulsating of her slick pussy, the wordless cries of pleasure brought upon her by her orgasm, and the soft breast in your hand - it all combined to push you dangerously close to the edge. But the thought of it - of fucking this needy young woman mere moments before her wedding - and at her demand, no less - it pushed you right over it.

You push yourself as deep inside her as you can go before you finally allow your orgasm to overtake your senses. Your mind tunnels, becoming focused solely on your pulsating cock as it spurts hot, thick semen deep inside Jieun’s tightly gripping pussy. The bride gasps - a soft, lustful sound - with each rope of cum that splashes into her depths, each stream further adding to the mess you’d made inside her body.

You both spend a long minute trying your best to piece your realities back together after your respective orgasms have shattered it, both reduced to heavily breathing, barely standing masses of suddenly weak flesh. It was a quick little session - not more than a few minutes from her first kiss to your mutual orgasm - but it still left you both exhausted, chests heaving in an attempt to refill lungs drained of air.

You reach up, tilt her chin to yours once more, and you give her a kiss - one that was more affectionate than perhaps either of you were ready for, but one you find her returning willingly and passionately.

Slowly you draw your softening shaft out of her body, and Jieun tries her best to clean herself up and look presentable, doing her best to look as though she didn’t just have rough sex minutes before walking down the aisle.

There is a knock on the door. It opens just wide enough for the maid of honor to poke her head inside - and you are thankful that she didn’t decide to do so a few minutes earlier, lest she catch you fucking the bride against the glass. She gives you a quizzical look.

“Isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?” she asks.

“I think we’ve used up all the bad luck, Nayeon,” Jieun answers. “What’s a little more bullshit on top of the shit sundae that is our wedding plans?”

Nayeon frowns, confused by the bride’s nonchalance towards the day’s ruined plans. “Aish. Anyway, the makeup lady is here. And one of the groomsmen managed to track down a photographer. One of you should talk to him.”

“Thank you, Nayeon. We’ll just be a few minutes,” you reply.

The maid of honor gives you both a look before she closes the door behind her.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Jieun says.

“Me neither.”

“I’ll see you up there. You’re walking down that aisle first. Try not to trip.”

“Try not to drip.”

Jieun gives you a punch in the arm, but her hand lingers there for a moment, before sliding down and grasping your hand in hers.

“I love you,” she says.

“And I, you,” you reply. 

You kiss her, and the peck on the lips turns into a soft but passionate kiss. She gives one last look out the window and the cloudy, stormy weather that continued unabated outside, although it all seemed to matter a little less to the both of you.

“Let’s go get married,” she says, the smile on her lips all the sunshine you ever needed.

 

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Author’s Note: Short but hopefully sweet. :) I had to sneak in an “I, you” (IU) reference in there somewhere lol.

So I felt kind of bad about the way Green Silk ended and wanted to have a similar twist but this time with a happy ending lol. Also lol at maid of honor Nayeon, I bet being IU’s maid of honor would be a dream come true for her haha.

Come visit me on lockefanfic.tumblr.com :)

Wall

“How was work?” she asks, lining up the carrots on her cutting board.

“Ugh, fine,” you answer with a sigh as you hang up your jacket and hang it in the closet. “The best part of it was that it ended. How was your day?”

“Oh, you know, working from home has its benefits,” Rose answers. Having made short work of the carrots, she grabs a few of the nugget potatoes from the colander and begins to chop them up into small bite sized pieces.

“Must be nice,” you answer as you approach her behind the kitchen island to give her a quick peck on the cheek.

In response, a soft smile appears on Rose’s lips - but her eyes don’t leave the potatoes on her cutting board, nor does her knife slow its pace through the vegetables. You knew her smiles. She had cute ones and loving ones, ones when she was excited, ones when she was interested in something, ones when she was simply sitting on the couch strumming a tune on her guitar. The one on her lips now is none of those.

“To be honest,” she begins, “I’ve been thinking about choking on your cock.”

You are a little surprised by her sudden admission, and even more surprised that she spoke it plainly, not missing a single stroke of her knife as she made short work of the root vegetables on her cutting board. She may as well have been asking about what movie you wanted to watch later that night, for all the flatness and normality of her tone. 

The pleasant twang of her Australian accent lends her words a bright, melodic warmth, even if the actual words themselves were anything but innocent.

Your hand reaches for her knife, removes it from her slim fingers and places it flat on the cutting board next to the half-chopped potatoes. Safety first, of course.

Her eyes remain on the cutting board. She tries her best to hide the anticipation in her tight, small frame. Her lower lip bends inward to allow one of her teeth to bite softly into it, as though trying to control the needs of her body. There is the slightest quiver in her soft, pink lips. 

Your hand begins at her hip - and almost as soon as you touch her with your fingertips there is a small quiver there, as though your very touch is enough to send a small shock of delicious pleasure coursing throughout her small, thin frame. Your fingertips are joined by your palm, until your hand is pressed flat against her tiny waist, enjoying the feel of her warm, soft skin laid bare by the short t-shirt she is wearing.

Your fingertips play lazily with the skin of her stomach and abs. You feel her core flutter in anticipation, her breaths quicken. She trembles with need.

Satisfied that she was ready, your hand begins its slow journey upward - not once breaking contact with her body, your palm pressed flat against her stomach, then her small, bra-less breasts and the stiff nipples that peak each one, until finally it reaches her soft, small, tight little throat.

When your fingers close themselves around her windpipe she finally raises her eyes from the cutting board to look at you. Many other women may have had a look of hesitation, perhaps a look of unsure trepidation. 

In Rose’s eyes there is only want.

Your hand closes around her throat and begins to push her - and she stumbles initially, but she quickly finds her footing as you drag her to the nearest wall, hands clutched around your wrist. When you reach the wall you push her roughly against it. The back of her head makes a deep thud as it hits the unforgiving wall, and while you feel a pang of regret in your heart at having possibly hurt her, one look at her startled face tells you that you needn’t worry. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. The pain only heightened her want, intensified her need.

Hand still tight around her throat, you crush her lips with yours - the cute peck on the cheek you gave her moments before a mere memory now, mere child’s play compared to the frenzied, passionate duel your tongues engage in within the confines of her wet, hot mouth. Her hands clasp the back of your head as though wanting to press her tongue as deep as she could down your throat. With your free hand you reach up and squeeze a trembling, soft breast through her thin cotton t-shirt, finding and pinching her stiff nipple with little regard for her comfort.

She moans into your mouth. Your hand tightens around her throat, turning her moan into a gasp.

“Get on your knees,” you hiss, looking into eyes that grow wide with the prospect of finally being given what she had desired all day.

Rose slowly drops to her knees, her eyes locked on yours all the while. They are wide, open, dripping with anticipation and perverse thankfulness, like an obedient pet finally having been given some sort of treat for her good behaviour. 

Her fingers work with practiced ease at your belt, and your button, and your zipper. She unwraps you like a present, with barely restrained eagerness. Her eyes, still locked on yours even as she undresses you, have surpassed the point of wantonness and desire, having passed easily into the realm of need. 

Your cock springs from its cotton bounds, hard and stiff. She sticks out her tongue, unable to restrain herself any longer. She begins at your base, sticking her entire face into your crotch and inhaling your scent, before her wet tongue darts out and licks you from base to tip, slowly, lathering your shaft with her saliva. She curls the tip of her tongue around your head, beneath it and around it and all over it, licking up your already leaking juices. 

She swirls the thin liquid around on her palette, licks her lips. She enjoys this first taste of you. An appetizer. A prelude for what was to come.

Your hands find the side of her head, giving her a soft stroke, watching contentedly as the young woman on her knees licks your cock from base to tip over and over again. So submissive. So needy. So wanton and lustful. So eager to please.

Your right palm approaches the front of her head. You push forward until you hear a not-so-gentle thud of her head hitting the wall. The needy moan that leaves her lips at the impact tells you that what she feels is far from pain. You continue to press her head against the wall while you press your cock at her mouth, those soft pink lips and wet tongue opening to welcome it.

Your hands on either side of her skull, you begin to fuck her mouth.

Despite how ready she believes she is, she still chokes slightly at your first few thrusts, gagging and retching slightly at the unforgiving, stiff meat invading her mouth at a merciless pace. But soon she gets used to it. Soon she adapts, her surprise giving way to experience and lust. Soon she learns to brace her hands against your hips in order to keep her head and mouth at a steady enough level to take you again and again without gagging. 

This wasn’t her first time being treated like this. This wasn’t the first time she’d asked for it. It wouldn’t be the last.

You groan and moan and sigh with each thrust into Rose’s mouth, her eyes staring up at you all the while. Her mouth is wet and hot, her tongue aggressive and teasing, her lips tight against the thick, hard cock pumping in and out of her face. 

The sight of your shaft, slick with her spit as it pumps in and out of her mouth, is sublime. But you can’t keep your gaze from her eyes for long. Despite her struggles to keep them open and locked on yours as you treat her mouth so roughly, they are still needy, wanton, lustful. They begin to water, and tears begin to fall down her cheeks, the slight shade of her eyeshadow quickly turning them into dark streaks. She doesn’t care about the mess you’ve made of her face. Not when you were using what was yours. Not when being used got her off so hard.

Your cock stretches her mouth, makes her jaw sore. But she doesn’t care, doesn’t even feel the pain. All she feels is your stiff shaft pumping in and out of her mouth. It was all she needed.

When the tip of your cock first pushes into her throat and she gags sharply you are almost afraid you’d crossed the line, afraid you’d actually hurt her. But when the hands she had placed on your hips circle around your waist and grasp your ass, pulling you back into her mouth, not only keeping you from stopping but instead encouraging you to keep going - you knew your fears were unfounded.

And so you push and thrust and fuck deeper into her mouth, your head pushing roughly into her throat with each thrust into her face. The soft thud-thud-thud of the back of her head against the wall, and the wet, slurping, gurgling sounds of her slick mouth being fucked over and over again with hard cock fill the air like notes in a lustful, lewd melody.

You use her like she is yours, although you’d already known she was. The minutes pass, but they feel like hours. Her mouth feels like heaven. The look in her eyes tell you that she feels the same, even if she looked very much the opposite.

“I’m going to cum down your fucking throat,” you growl, and the wet, wordless gurgle that somehow escapes Rose’s throat might have been the most arousing sound you’d ever hear her make.

You push your cock as deep as you can inside her mouth - and when you cum your cock spurts thick, hot semen right down her throat. She gags and gurgles and almost chokes on it, but soon she quickly learns to swallow to keep pace with the thick liquid being shot into the back of her mouth. 

It is utterly sublime, the feeling of cumming down her throat. Only the sight of her, on her knees with her eyes locked on yours, eyelids quivering as she struggles to swallow your semen fast enough, comes close to matching the sensations. 

Thick semen spills from her lips with a wet cough when she finally fails to swallow it as fast as you can spurt it into her mouth. She gags again, but makes sure to keep your spasming, quivering cock inside her mouth until you finally run dry and your slick, still-hard cock slips from between tired lips.

She licks it all up. Slurps it all, every drop, from base to tip. She cleans you, even if she herself looked dirty and filthy while doing so, her cheeks stained with dark streaks, her lips and chin wet with spilt saliva and cum that begins to drip down her neck. 

You reach down and caress a tear-streaked cheek. “Good girl,” you say, and she nuzzles her face into your palm.

You begin to walk away towards the bedroom to finally get changed. Rose lets a soft whimper leave her cum-drenched throat at the loss of your presence.

You lock eyes with her one last time before you enter the bedroom. 

A satisfied, sated smile on tired, sore lips, she wipes away your cum from her chin with the back of her hand before licking it off like a cat licks milk from its paw.

 

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Author’s note: Quick little oneshot inspired by a random reddit lewd story post lol.

Felt kinda bad about BT Rose not having a smut scene so this is for all the Rose fans lol. Banged this out in half an hour so apologies if it’s messy. Hope everyone’s doing well. :)

Belong

(this takes place in the same continuity as Wall)

You watch from the second floor balcony as she takes her selfies - more selfies than you think any one person needs. But she wanted to show off the new overly-expensive green dress you’d bought her that afternoon, and nothing but the perfect post would do.

You slip your own phone from your pocket and send her a text.

Touch yourself.

You watch as she reacts to the notification on her screen - and you take particular joy in the wicked smile that appears at the corners of her lips.

She clicks off her phone and drops it onto the chair next to her, all thought of selfies and Instagram and everything else fleeing swiftly from her mind. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. You’d made a demand - and she would fulfill it.

She doesn’t know where you’re watching her from - or even if you’re actually watching her at all - but she decides to give you a show nonetheless. She brings her hands to her hairline and brushes her golden strands back, hands tracing a slow, steady path down the sides of her head and neck.

When she reaches the top of her strapless green dress she wastes no time in pulling it down, exposing her small little breasts to the world. No slow, sly teasing. Not when you gave her an order. Not when you made a demand of her that she was unable to disobey.

She cups her breasts, fingers quickly finding her quickly-stiffening nipples, capturing the little buds between thumbs and forefingers. Her eyes shut involuntarily and a little jolt courses through her body at that first burst of pleasure. Soon her body begins to writhe on the chair, squirming and moving, her hips tracing sexy little circles atop the thin grey cushion of the chair.

The sly smile on her lips widens.

Keeping her left hand on her breasts, her other hand drifts down her body, flat against her slim torso, until it reaches the hem of her short dress. Her fingertips slide towards the juncture of her thighs, pressed together as she continues to squirm atop the chair. For the first time she lingers there, teasing - although you weren’t sure if she were teasing herself or you.

Soon the fingers find their way between soft, flushed thighs. From your viewpoint you cannot see it directly, but you call tell from the way her small, cute little features twist in pleasure that she has quickly found what she was looking for.

Her body continues to squirm and writhe, continues to dance a sensual dance atop the poolside chair. The smile upon her lips vanishes for a moment to let her mouth open in a sexy little “o” as she lets a gasp escape her lips. Her brow furrows atop eyes that are still shut, the concentration increasing as her hands work faster between her legs and she begins to climb towards the peak of her pleasure.

She lets out another gasp - this one bordering on a moan. And that is it - that is the point when she can no longer contain herself.

Her legs open - perfect, long, thin limbs spreading wide, all sense of inhibition leaving her body. Her hand clutches tightly around her quivering breast, squeezing it tightly. Her hand, still busy between her flushed thighs, works quicker on her slick flesh. Her mouth, frozen open in that delicious looking “o”, begins to vocalise the pleasure coursing through her veins.

She made for quite a sight, pleasuring herself atop the lounge chair. Your hand moves towards your own pants. Soon you find your cock, already stiff, and begin to touch yourself.

You are too far away to hear what she says as she pleasures herself atop the couch. But you knew that mouth - and those lips - well enough to guess. She bites her lip. She swears. She moans.

And that’s it. You have to go to her. Your legs carry you there unconsciously, driven solely by the need to be near her.

When she hears you approaching, her eyes flutter open, and another gasp escapes her lips at the promise of what your appearance means. Her hand works more furiously between her legs. Her thighs spread even wider, as if in some involuntary reaction to your presence.

You smirk at her neediness. So wanton. So lewd.

“Get ready,” you state. A demand, not a request. An order to be carried out.

She moves quickly, slipping her drenched fingertips from between her legs and giving you a glimpse of the slick flesh there. She turns around on the chair, thrusting her ass back and pulling the already short hem of her dress up over her round, firm ass to reveal her naked ass to you. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Of course not.

She holds on to the inclined head of the lounge chair, hands gripping it tightly in anticipation. She looks back at you with eyes filled with nothing else but need. Not affection, or love, or anything so frivolous or unnecessary. Only lust. Only need.

You waste no time. You plant one knee on the chair, the other flat on the poolside floor to ground yourself. Your hand places the tip of your cock at her entrance, swirling the swollen tip around her drenched outer lips.

She gasps. She moans. She squirms and writhes and quivers. She needs.

“Tell me what you want,” you hiss.

“I want you. I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me.”

You lean over her body, bringing your mouth to her ear.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You. I belong to you.”

You thrust inside her. She is so wet, so dripping with her juices that you slide in easily, hilting yourself inside her in one smooth, quick stroke.

She has gone from empty to blissfully full in under a second. And the sound that leaves her lips is one of the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard. She clenches tightly around you, her body hot and wet and tight but nonetheless needing time to ready itself for the hard, stiff invader suddenly impaling it.

But you only give her a second or two. Enough time to raise upper body, plant both your hands on her ass cheeks, and stabilize yourself.

Then you begin to fuck her.

No slow build up, no gradual increase in speed or rhythm. From the very first strokes you are fucking her hard and fast, without regard for anything but the need to take her, dominate her, make her yours.

She yelps. Then she gasps. Then she moans. The first spikes of pain and discomfort caused by your rapid strokes are a surprise to her, but she loves them, relishes them, drinks in the feel of the stiff shaft piercing her body over and over and over. It got her off, being taken to the point of pain. She loved it just as much as you did.

If not more.

She can do little else in the face of your furious pace, nothing but grip tightly onto the head of the lounge chair and hold on for dear life as you have your way with her body. She can do nothing but let you take her, let you pound her hard and fast.

The wet slapping of your crotch onto her ass and the protests of the wooden chair squeaking against the concrete reverberate throughout the thankfully empty pool. Soon their melody is joined by her voice as she gradually begins to ease into the harsh fucking she is receiving.

She moans and gasps without care for how she sounds, how she appears as she is taken roughly atop the chair. Mere minutes before her image was all that mattered. Now it was the least of her concerns. She raises her head from the top of the lounge chair, swinging golden locks over her shoulder to fixate you with a fiery, passionate glare. She begins to rock her hips back against you, meeting each of your rough, heavy thrusts with a movement of her hips.

You are content to maintain your pace for the next minute or so that it would take for you to reach orgasm, but the sight of her regaining some of her composure stirs you to action. She had to be put back into her place. She had to be reminded.

You reach forward, grasping a handful of her hair. You pull back. She yelps. You smile at the sight and sound of her.

She reaches back with one hand to grasp your wrist. Her pussy tightens even more at this new source of pain, this new show of dominance, as her body reacts to you of its own accord. You increase your pace, pulling at her hair until her back is curved at a delicious angle. What you would have given to see her small, round little breasts bounce with each thrust. But you settle instead for the luscious curve of her spine, and the soft jiggling of her ass cheeks with every impact of your hips against them.

Her sighs and moans reach a peak. Her body begins to quiver in anticipation.

When she orgasms on your cock it is as though her body is experiencing its own little earthquake, as she is rocked head to toe by a shock of pleasure so absolute she almost blacks out. Her limbs tremble in an almost scary fashion as she loses control of them. Her moans cut out, her lungs suddenly unable to do much more than breathe.

You are not far behind. You bury yourself as deep as you can inside her still-orgasming pussy before you too let go, your cock filling with cum before it spurts forth in thick, hot ropes that coat her walls.

When she feels you cum inside her her lungs finally regain the capacity to make noises. And their only response is to let a moan escape her lips, a noise so utterly dripping with lust and pleasure that you swear you’d never heard a more erotic thing in your life.

Your cock pulsates as it finishes filling her with cum. Your hands, one still clutching a handful of golden strands and the other clenched around an ass cheek with a tight grip, finally relax. She finally lets her head fall from your grasp and onto the lounge chair. Her body takes in deep breaths, struggling to return herself to some sense of normalcy.

When your half-stiffened cock slips from her pussy she lets out a noise that is somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

A thick, hot mess of semen drips sloppily from her entrance and onto flushed thighs. Her reddened ass, still raised in the air, quivers at the loss of you.

You step towards the head of the lounge chair. She raises her head.

“Clean me.”

She obeys. The thought of doing otherwise never occurs to her, not for a second. Your demand is enough to spur her into action, to move tired, drained limbs. She scurries up the lounge chair to place her face on level with your crotch. She fixates you with wide, obedient eyes.

“Tell me who you belong to first, Rose.”

“You,” she says, quickly, without a moment’s hesitation. “I belong to you.”

You smile. 

She opens her mouth, taking your slick cock between her lips.

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Author’s Note: BFH power go!

This was written in 30 minutes (ON A 65% KEYBOARD) and is clearly unedited so forgive my shitty writing but Rose too hot.

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“I was told there would be dicks here.”

You are a little surprised by the straightforwardness of Nayeon’s statement, but given that the only other occupant of the room was fast asleep on her lap, you supposed she didn’t really need to watch what she was saying.

“You said you’d invite plenty of guys to this party for me. But not one of them was worth fucking,” she continues.

“That’s because your standards are too damn high,” Jeongyeon says as she re-enters the living room after seeing the last of the party’s guests off at the door. She offers you a warm smile and a peck on the lips before cuddling next to you on the couch, draping her arms around your waist and laying her head on your chest below your chin.

“My darling wife is right,” you agree, “it’s not my fault that you only want to fuck actors and k-pop idols.”

Nayeon lets out a snort of disapproval from the loveseat. She puts an exaggerated pout on her lips as she begins to idly stroke Sana’s hair. The Japanese girl had had one drink too many, it seemed, and had fallen into a deep slumber, snoring softly on her friend’s lap.

“It’s 3am,” she observes, “I ought to have a dick in me right now.”

“Jesus you’re thirsty as fuck,” Jeongyeon quips.

“Girls have needs,” Nayeon explains. “I was really hoping to bag one tonight, but alas, here I am without a dick in sight.”

“Well there’s at least one dick around,” you say with a smile, almost on reaction, the words leaving your mouth before you had time to think them through . The smile quickly fades when you realize just what you’d implied.

The awkward silence that follows in reality probably only lasted a few seconds, but to your mind, which was running at a million miles a second trying to figure out whether you’d upset your wife or disgusted Nayeon or both, it seemed to last forever.

Jeongyeon stirs on your chest. While you can’t see her face directly, you can tell she is making eye contact with Nayeon.

You’d known Nayeon for almost as long as you’d known Jeongyeon, and being your wife’s best friend you’d obviously gotten to know her quite well over the years. But you’d never seen that particular look on her face, and you weren’t sure what to make of the slight cock of her eyebrow and the slimmest of smiles that had appeared on her lips. Was it surprise? Incredulous disgust? Or was it...

The silence continues, and afraid you’d upset your wife, you decide to break it.

“Uhh, it was just a joke-”

“Shhh,” Jeongyeon says, interrupting your rushed apology as she raises her head from your chest. You were well aware of her trademark death glare, and you steeled yourself to receive another one.

Instead there is a sly smile on her lips. Without saying a word, she turns to Nayeon and gives her the slightest of nods.

With the gentlest of care, Nayeon rises from the loveseat, taking care not to wake Sana from her deep slumber. She cradles the girl’s head with both hands before sliding out from under her and slipping a pillow beneath it. She takes a few steps towards you until she is standing just in front of your knees.

Jeongyeon rises from the couch next to you and steps behind her best friend. Her hands begin to trace a lazy path up Nayeon’s arms, until they reach the back of her neck and the zipper on her glitzy silver dress. Nayeon’s eyes, fixed on yours, become half-lidded with anticipation at the faint sound of a zipper being undone. There was lust in those eyes, and more than a little need - it filled her soft brown orbs, only barely restrained, only barely keeping from spilling over.

When the zipper reaches the end of its path, leaving her dress loose and sagging on her shoulders, Nayeon lets out the barest, slightest gasp.

Your wife looks over her shoulder and steals your gaze from her friend. There is a devilish grin on her lips, one that widens when she reaches up to slowly push the dress over Nayeon’s shoulders, causing it to fall down her thin torso and down to the floor in a pool of shiny silver.

As transfixing as Jeongyeon’s eyes were, your thirsty eyes couldn’t help but drink in the sight of Nayeon’s near naked body. You’d always admired her hot, tight frame from afar, but now, clad only in a lacy black bra and a matching, tiny black thong, you found yourself salivating.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Jeongyeon asks, aloof and haughty, her tone like that of someone admiring an expensive car. “Perfect little face, perfect little tits, perfect little ass.”

You swallow the quickly gathering pool of drool in your mouth. This evening had taken quite a turn.

 “...Definitely,” you stammer.

“You know, baby, she asked me once if I were ever willing to share you with her. I brushed it off at the time and told her I would, but only if I’m in charge… and lucky for her, tonight I’m feeling generous,” your wife says from over Nayeon’s trembling shoulder. “Isn’t that what friends are for, Nayeon?”

“Y-yes,” the girl answers, a faint quiver in her voice. Nayeon had always been proud and confident, but she seemed to have become quite submissive in Jeongyeon’s arms - whether this was an agreed upon act or whether she was genuinely submissive during sex you didn’t know, but you were dying to find out.

“She always got all the guys, any one she wanted. She could turn any boy she wanted into an obedient little fucktoy,” Jeongyeon says, wistfully, as though she were reminiscing about days gone by, “all of them except one.”

Nayeon lets out a small whimper, as though Jeongyeon were accusing her of something. Over her shoulder, your wife locks eyes with you as she whispers into Nayeon’s ear, loud enough for you to hear.

“Lucky for you, Nayeon,” she hisses, “I like to share.”

Nayeon’s thin frame shivers at the word share, as though she’d been waiting for that word for years. Had she? Your attention had always been fixed on your wife, of course, but every now and then you’d catch her friend giving you loaded glances, or watching you with a certain look in her eyes…

“Perfect little face, perfect little tits, perfect little ass...” Jeongyeon repeats - removing her friend’s bra and thong as she does so, leaving Nayeon naked, rubbing her legs together, seeking some sort of release for the lustful anticipation that was building in her body. She trembles under your lustful gaze, her perfect skin flushing pink.

Jeongyeon’s right hand snakes around to Nayeon’s naked, shaved crotch, and while you can’t see it, by the dip in her knuckles and the flush of pink on the older girl’s cheeks you can tell your wife has slipped a finger inside.

“...perfect little pussy,” she finishes.

Speechless, all you can do is gulp. For a long, beautiful minute, you watch as your wife finger fucks her best friend in front of you, her hand sliding in and out of the slick flesh between her thighs. Nayeon becomes a quivering, trembling mess, held up only by Jeongyeon’s arms around her torso. She reaches for Jeongyeon’s free hand and places it over her own breast, squeezing it tightly. Eventually Jeongyeon captures a stiff nipple with her index finger and thumb before giving it a sharp pinch, eliciting a long, throaty moan from the older girl.

“You know baby, it’s not very fair that Nayeon here is buck naked and you’re still fully clothed. Why don’t you show her what she’s going to have inside her?”

Your fingers move of their own volition to undo the belt and zipper of your pants before pulling them down your hips with an enthusiasm and speed you weren’t expecting. Your cock, easily brought to full stiffness by the show taking place in front of you, springs free from its cotton prison.

Nayeon gasps sharply at the sight of your cock. Over her shoulder, Jeongyeon’s devilish smile grows wider as the two most important people in her world continue to dance obediently to the tune she has begun to sing.

Your wife steps out from behind her naked friend to sit on your right side on the couch; Nayeon lets out a disappointed sigh as her friend’s fingers leave her body. You let out a grunt of pleasure as her hand reaches out to your cock and she begins to pump it up and down. Nayeon’s juices on her fingers provide wonderful lubrication for her work, making your cock glisten and causing the first delicious spikes of pleasure to shoot up your spine.

“This is such a nice cock, isn’t it Nayeon? So big and thick and hard. I love the way it fills me…”

“Mmmm,” Nayeon gasps, a needy expression on her small, cute little features. Her left hand begins to wander towards her crotch, her slim thighs rubbing against one another, seeking some sort of outlet for her growing need. Soon she is fingering herself, her thin fingers pumping in and out of her dripping heat, her pace increasing with each of the sultry words leaving Jeongyeon’s mouth.

“I love the way it stretches me out, makes me feel so full…”

“Oh, oh god, Jeongyeon.”

“I love the way it pounds my pussy every single night, so hard and fast, whenever he wants…”

“Mmm, Jeongyeon, please…”

“But do you know what I love the most, Nayeon?”

“Mmmm-?”

You turn your head just enough to witness the look Jeongyeon gives her naked friend.

“...the way he fills me with cum. So hot, so thick, so warm - and all for me.”

Nayeon moans - and the fingers inside her begin to pump faster and faster until, just a few seconds later, she orgasms. She becomes a quivering, trembling mess on shaky legs before they finally give out beneath her and she falls to her knees.

All the while, even as you both watch Nayeon become a puddle of boneless flesh in front of you, Jeongyeon is pumping your cock with a tight fist around your shaft. She stops suddenly, and you lament the abrupt end to the pleasure for only a moment before she brings her mouth to your ear.

“Fuck her.”

You turn your head to face her and crush her lips in a kiss that is equal parts passion and thankfulness.

But as giving as Jeongyeon is, she isn’t one to deny herself the chance for pleasure, either. As you leave the couch and drop to your knees behind Nayeon, she slips her black shorts from her own hips, taking her panties along with them. As Nayeon recovers from her post-orgasm haze to find you readying yourself to take her from behind, Jeongyeon reaches down and grasps her friend by the side of her head, steering her face between her own spread legs.

As you enter Nayeon’s pussy from behind, it pushes the older Korean girl’s face forward - and into Jeongyeon’s wet, dripping pussy. All three of you gasp. All three of you moan.

Nayeon is almost better than you expected her to be - tight, hot, dripping, smothering your stiff cock with slick heat. Each thrust into her body sends shocks of pleasure up and down your spine. You find yourself grunting and grimacing with each thrust, trying your best not to cum too soon, trying to savor every second you were inside the mewling, quivering young woman’s pussy.

Each thrust elicits a throaty gasp from Nayeon, one that is smothered by the warm flesh of Jeongyeon’s thighs. You cannot see exactly what she is doing, but the moans and sighs that leave Jeongyeon’s throat are evidence of the magic she is working between your wife’s legs. 

Your hands roam, eager to explore Nayeon’s tight, perfect little body, even as it is rocked back and forth by each impact of your hips against her round ass. You’d always admired her body beneath the tight, short dresses and low-cut tops she liked to wear, but to see her now, bent over and naked as you take her roughly on your living room floor while her face is buried in your wife’s pussy - it was almost surreal. 

Your hands wander her naked back, enjoying the moist feel of the sweat dripping down her spine. You settle for gripping her right shoulder with your right hand, pulling her back as you slam forward into her body, while your left hand squeezes a soft, round ass cheek, pulling the flesh apart to reveal the dripping lips of her pussy as your cock penetrates it over and over again.

You reach down with your left thumb, and you begin to tease the pursed, tight ring of her ass.

Jeongyeon sees this - has been on the receiving end of it more times than she could count, most of the time on her demand - and encourages you.

“Do it, baby,” she says, the words light and airy with pleasure, “stick your thumb in her tight little ass.”

You weren’t one to disobey your wife’s orders. When your thumb presses against her ass and penetrates it to the first knuckle, Nayeon lets out a deep, wordless moan of pleasure at the new sensation - one that sends delicious vibrations from her throat and directly onto Jeongyeon’s pussy. All the while you haven’t stopped fucking her with your cock - now your thumb joins in, pumping in and out of her ass slowly as you penetrate both of her holes. It seems to reinvigorate her, and she returns to her work between Jeongyeon’s thighs with new energy.

 

“Oh, oh fuck, baby, she’s eating me so good,” Jeongyeon gasps, “Oh, fuck--”

Jeongyeon lets out part of a shriek before her orgasm cuts it off and it turns into a passionate moan. The entire process - stripping Nayeon, fingering her, teasing the both of you - had already brought her close to cumming even before Nayeon had started eating her out. Between her legs, Nayeon is relentless, her head bobbing up and down as she continues to feast on her friend’s moist, slick flesh even as she quivers and trembles beneath her mouth. She eats Jeongyeon out through the entirety of her orgasm, her tongue swiping her friend’s clit with wide, strong licks, each one eliciting a strangled cry of pleasure from your wife.

The sight of Jeongyeon cumming so hard on the couch only heightened the pleasure coursing through your own veins. You’d seen her cum plenty of times before, but to see her cum now, with her legs spread and another woman’s head between her thighs - it was so very hot, so intensely erotic.

You thrust harder and deeper into Nayeon, fucking her hard and harshly now, the deep moans that she releases at your quickened pace only encouraging you to keep going. The loud slap of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the room increases in frequency as you hammer in and out of her slick pussy as fast as you are able.

“Mmmmmffmmfm,” she moans with her mouth and lips full of Jeongyeon’s pussy, “Mmmmfffm!”

“Do it, baby,” Jeongyeon moans weakly, “fucking cum in her pussy. Fill her perfect little pussy up with cum!”

“Mmmffm- please,” Nayeon says, lifting her head from Jeongyeon’s crotch enough to finally form coherent words, “Please, please, oh please fuck cum inside me, oh I need it so bad I need it so bad oh fuck fill me, fill my pussy, oh!---”

The tumble of filth leaving Nayeon’s mouth is cut short as the feel of your cum spurting deep inside her body causes her vocal cords to give out and an orgasm to course through her veins. With a hand firm on her shoulder and the other still clenched around her ass cheek you bury yourself as deep as you can inside her body as you cum, filling the mewling, quivering young woman’s pussy with rope after rope of thick, hot white semen. Nayeon moans with each stream of hot cum that fills her body, each one a deep, throaty sound of satisfied need.

The three of you, having reached orgasm within moments of each other, let out deep, wordless moans of pleasure as the sensations finally overwhelm your respective minds.

When your senses return you realize you have slumped over Nayeon’s body, your chest pinning her against the edge of the couch between Jeongyeon’s still-spread legs, her face pressed against your wife’s stomach. The first sound you are aware of is Jeongyeon giggling.

Soon Nayeon is giggling as well, and before you know it you are letting a small chuckle escape your own lips as the reality of what you had just done finally settles in.

You feel a sudden need to kiss Jeongyeon, and it takes some effort, but after you lean towards her she meets you halfway and your lips meet in a short but passionate kiss. Nayeon, sandwiched between you, pushes her own face between yours, and you find yourself kissing her as well, your tongues exploring each others’ for the first time. Jeongyeon, never wanting to feel left out, soon pulls Nayeon’s face from yours by her chin before capturing her best friend’s lips in a sultry, heated kiss.

The three of you are content to enjoy the moment, your sated, sweaty bodies pressed against one another, enjoying the feel of naked flesh and the taste of wet, hot tongues. With the immediate lusts satisfied for now, the three of you ease into a slower pace, savoring each moment, relishing in the new sensations and feelings between you.

Content to watch Nayeon and Jeongyeon begin to engage in a fierce makeout session, your hands wander, enjoying the weight of Nayeon’s round breasts in your palms. Her messy, cum-drenched pussy pulsates and quivers around your half-softened cock when you pinch her stiff, sensitive nipples, causing your shaft to stir inside her. You feel her pussy begin to drip your combined juices onto the carpet. 

Soon Jeongyeon’s shiny silver top joins Nayeon’s dress on the floor as the older girl pulls it up and over your wife’s arms. Her bra and your own t-shirt follow soon after, leaving the three of you fully naked for the first time. Nayeon quickly bends her head to suckle from Jeongyeon’s small, round breasts, her lips closing tight around a stiff nipple.

The passions soon reignite in your bodies. You feel your cock begin to harden once more inside Nayeon’s creamy, sloppy pussy, and with your hands on her hips, you slowly begin to rock back and forth inside her body, relishing the first spikes of pleasure that shoot up your spine. Her pussy begins to tighten and squeeze you, and Nayeon turns her head from Jeongyeon’s saliva-drenched breast to give you a needy look with half-lidded eyes, as though urging you to keep going..

The prospect of a second round is interrupted by Sana, who has finally arisen from her deep sleep. At the sound of her rising from the loveseat, the three of you turn to see that she has risen to a seating position, a look of shock on her face.

“Why the fuck did you get started without me!?”

 

 

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Author’s Note: Whew.

Rushed this one a bit since I wrote it in a 2yeon inspired boner fueled haze haha, and couldn’t wait until the 2yeon chapter of BT I have planned which will probably be a couple of months away. Apologies if it’s messy and not up to usual standards but I just needed to sate my 2yeon urges for now. Hope you all like it :)

...now the idea of a second round with creampied Nayeon is in my head ...

Share - Epilogue

(Quick little oneshot inspired by an ask I received on tumblr. Twenty minutes of writing. This takes place some time after Share)

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“Does baby feel good now?”

“Yes, mommy,” Sana gasps, falling forward from all fours and into Jeongyeon’s arms. Already a thick stream of your pearly white semen has begun to drip from  her well-fucked pussy and onto her flushed, soft thighs. “Baby feels so full.”

“Good,” Jeongyeon replies, stroking the younger girl’s hair with gentle pats. There is a soft, almost maternal smile on her face -  one that turns into a sultry smile as Sana captures and begins to suckle from one of her stiff nipples. “Mommy is happy.”

You can do little more than watch, sitting on your knees on the living room floor, watching your wife’s eyes glaze over in pleasure as for the second time that night she is pleasured by another woman’s tongue.

“Mommy,” Nayeon asks softly from the floor next to you, where she is curled up into a ball, having watched you fuck Sana roughly from behind the same way she herself was taken mere minutes before. “Mommy, can I clean his cock?”

“Yes, baby,” Jeongyeon answers, her eyes shut now, relishing the feel of the Japanese girl’s mouth on her breast. “Make sure you clean up Sana’s mess. We want to make sure his cock is nice and clean for the next pussy he gets to fuck.”

“Yes, mommy,” Nayeon answers, her voice soft, innocent and melodic, sounding like a child that had just been granted permission to take a treat from the kitchen counter. She turns onto her back and slides herself on the carpeted floor until she her head is directly under your hanging balls. You gasp as you feel her tongue dart out and begin to lick the slick juices, yours and Sana’s, from your recently drained sack.

“It’s so yummy,” she says, her left hand darting out to grasp your slick, glistening shaft. You watch as her other hand drifts between her own legs, where her thin fingers begin to play with the load of cum you’d filled her with earlier in the evening.

“Mommy,” Nayeon asks in between wet slurps, her eyes locked on yours as she begins to finger herself, feeling the hot slickness of your cum still saturating the walls of her pussy, “Mommy, I want to be fucked again. I want his cock back inside my wet, sloppy, slutty hole. I want another load of his cum inside me, mommy please-”

“Now now,” Jeongyeon hisses, patronizing. With Sana still suckling from her saliva-drenched breast, she spreads her legs on the couch. You feel your mouth water and your cock stir at the sight of her full, round thighs and the glistening, wet lips of her spread pussy. “It’s my babies’ turn to watch.”

Jeongyeon slips a hand between her legs, spreading her slick pussy lips with her index and middle fingers, revealing the hot wet flesh between them.

“It’s mommy’s turn for cum.”

Department Manager

The offices of Tdoong Entertainment were filled with the myriad sounds that filled any other office in the downtown Seoul core. Fingers on keyboards. A ringing phone. Hushed whispers between nearby deskmates.

In Miyoui Mina’s office was another sound - that of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh. 

She was starting to bite into your hand.

It was painful, at first. You could have sworn she had broken skin and bitten to the bone. But your brain only had so much capacity for physical sensations - and thankfully, it had decided to prioritize the overwhelming pleasure radiating from your crotch as it slapped wetly again and again into Mina’s ass.

She mumbles as you fuck her, the sounds leaving her throat becoming little more than muffled gasps and groans into the palm of your hand. Your palm closes around her lips in an effort to ensure no one outside could hear her. In response, her teeth dig deeper into your skin. One of her hands braces herself against her desk as you take her from behind - the other reaches back and grasps your thrusting hips, pulling you again and again into her body.

Your free hand squeezes her bare ass cheek tightly, your fingers digging into her soft, full mound, nails digging into her perfect porcelain skin in some vain attempt of extracting your own revenge for the work she was doing on your palm. You squeeze tighter. The moan into your palm becomes more desperate, more needy.

You are near, now - near the point of no return. Mina had already had her fun, as evidenced by the pulsating of her recently-orgasmed pussy and the plentiful juices dripping down her thighs. She senses it, senses you are coming close, senses you are mere inches from the edge of the cliff.

She rips your hand from her mouth with a forcefulness that catches you unprepared, pulling it down until it closes, almost involuntarily, around her pale, slim throat. She turns her head, all lust and desperation and more than a little need.

“Inside me,” she says, the words leaving her mouth in a strangled hiss, but unmistakable in their conviction - it was not some request, or a gentle ask; it was an order to be carried out, a demand to be filled.

You give her three more thrusts, rocking her tight little body with each one - but her eyes remained locked on yours throughout, even as you bury yourself as deep as you can inside her, even as the hand at her throat squeezes a little tighter around her windpipe, even as you fill her tight little pussy with hot, thick cum.

When it is over you can do no more than fall back into her swivelling office chair, a wet, sweaty mess.

Mina stands, pulls her black skirt down as best she could, and grabs her coffee and a clipboard from her desk before walking nonchalantly from the room, her thighs still glistening with your combined juices as they drip freely from her well-fucked pussy.

She had an interview to go to, and Miyoui Mina was not one to be late.

Black Silk

Shin Ryujin hated waiting.

“This is so unprofessional,” she says, tapping impatiently on the steering wheel with hands covered in black leather driving gloves. “You would think considering how desperately they wanted the package that they’d be here on time.”

You grin to yourself. People in your line of work weren’t the most upstanding of folk, and you knew from experience that punctuality was relatively low on the list of virtues held in high regard.

“They’ll be here, Ryujin,” you say, turning to her to offer an appeasing smile. “Be patient. Just make sure you’re ready to move once the deal is done.”

Ryujin lets out a sharp, dismissive huff from her nose. 

“I’m always ready,” she states, finally stopping her incessant tapping on the steering wheel to cross her arms in frustration, choosing instead to glare at something through the driver’s side window. You’re happy to let her frustration simmer. Ryujin could be beautiful or sexy or cute or some mixture of all three at her whim - but she was downright adorable when she was frustrated.

You are about to tease her further when three sets of headlights appear at the opposite entrance to the large, abandoned plane hangar you were currently parked in. 

Ryujin snaps to attention - suddenly alert, senses primed. When the other vehicles come to a  stop inside the hangar, she flashes your car’s high beams three times. The first of the three vehicles opposite you flashes its lights three times in return.

“Here we go,” you say as you swing the passenger seat open and make your way out of the car. Ryujin exits the vehicle as well, although she keeps the driver side door open. She meets you at the trunk, which she pops open with a click on her key fob. Inside is a metallic secure container the size of a large briefcase - and an H&K 416c rifle fitted with a large capacity drum magazine.

You grab the package by its handle. Ryujin grabs the short barrelled rifle, discreetly racking the charging handle to chamber a round before keeping it low and behind her to keep it concealed from view. She takes up position behind the reinforced, bulletproof driver side door with one hand resting casually on the window, the other on the rifle’s pistol grip as it rests near the door’s hinge. 

“Be careful,” she says. 

You turn back to her with a reassuring smile, even though her eyes are locked on the three vehicles. Package swinging casually in one hand, you make your way towards the old office table and chair that stood at the midway point between you and the new arrivals.

The occupants of the vehicles file out, and a quick headcount reveals that there are eight of them, all women. It wasn’t hard to see which one was the leader - her bright red leather jacket and fishnet stockings stood out starkly from the dark, subdued business and formal wear of the rest of her crew.

“Sorry we’re late,” she says nonchalantly with a vaguely Californian twang. “I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

“No, not too long,” you answer, as casually as you could manage. You take advantage of the relatively dim lighting inside the hangar to take note of the positions of the other seven members of the crew, running through possible contingency plans in your head. Twenty or so metres behind you, you were sure Ryujin was doing much the same. Even though your brain was running at a million miles a minute, it was important that you at least appear calm and collected.

“You got the goods, I see?” the leader asks with a nod of her head towards the package in your hand.

“Maybe,” you answer, as casually as you are able. “I was told to deliver it to someone codenamed The Queen. Are you her?”

“Maybe. You can call me Tiffany.”

“Nice to meet you, Tiffany. Unfortunately I’d prefer not to give my name - I’m sure you understand. Now we’re all busy people, so how about I give you the package, you pay me my fees, and we each go on our merry little way?”

A sly smile appears on the young woman’s cherry red lips. She regards you for a moment longer before giving Ryujin and your car an appraising glance. With the wave of a hand, she motions one of her minions forward.

“Give him the cash, Yoona.”

A tall, slender woman with beautiful, delicate features steps forward, a metallic briefcase similar in size to yours clasped in one hand. The thick-thock of her high heels sound almost obnoxiously loud in the relative silence of the hangar as she makes her way towards the table.

She places her briefcase onto it with a loud thud, motioning with her head for you to do the same.

There was always a momentary moment of sheer dread when it came to making the exchange. If things were going to go sideways, it would be now. Your fingers squeeze the handle of the package a little tighter. Your heart beats a little quicker. A bead of sweat drips down the side of your head, and you are happy that the dim lighting doesn’t betray your anxiety to your business partners.

Thankfully, the pale, beautiful girl in front of you shows none of the warning signs that you’d seen in other exchanges. There is a no-nonsense resting bitch face on her otherwise pretty features - absentmindedly, you wonder for a moment what she would look like if she smiled.

You place the package onto the table next to the briefcase. She takes it, and sparing not a single moment more, turns and heads back towards her waiting group. Inwardly, you breathe a sigh of relief as you take the briefcase containing your payment off the table before taking a few steps backward toward Ryujin and your waiting car.

Yoona presents the package to one of the shorter members of her group - a soft, cute woman with a shock of short, bright blonde hair. She has opened a laptop on the hood of one of their vehicles, and after opening the package, she hooks it up to whatever was inside before typing furiously into the keyboard.

Throughout it all, Tiffany’s eyes remain locked on you, a slim smile on her dark red lips, as though there were something about the transaction that amused her.

“You don’t care what was inside?”

“Not even a little bit,” you answer. “There are three-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tiffany interrupts, her eyes rolling back in her head disdainfully, as though she’d heard what you were about to say a million times before. “Never change the deal, no names, and never look in the package. You couriers are all the same.”

“I’m glad we’ve made such a positive impression,” you answer with a hint of sarcasm. You rest a hand as casually as you could on the old swivel chair next to the desk - ready to reach for the pistol Ryujin had duct-taped to its underside should shit hit the fan.

“And you’re not gonna check the briefcase? It could be full of Monopoly money, for all you know.”

“I trust you. And if you screw me over, well, I’ll know where to find you in order to rectify the situation.”

A smirk appears on Tiffany’s lips at your thinly veiled threat, but the sense of amusement on her face doesn’t fade in the slightest.

“You have balls. You and your partner,” she says with a nod behind you, towards Ryujin.

Not wanting to engage any further and prolong the transaction, you settle for giving her a shrug and a smile. For a few long, uncomfortable seconds, the soft typing of the girl at the keyboard is the only sound filling the otherwise quiet hangar.

“Is it legit, Sunny?” Tiffany eventually asks, breaking the uneasy silence.

“It’s legit,” the short girl answers, packing up her laptop and the package. Tiffany gives you one last smirk.

“Alright then,” she begins. “I think we’re done here. Let’s go-”

Tiffany is interrupted when a third member of her crew, a short, slender woman in a black dress, emerges from the rear of their crew to whisper something into her ear. The sarcastic smirk that seemed permanently affixed to Tiffany’s face widens. 

“It’s your lucky day, Mr. Courier. It seems our boss has arranged for a bonus for you - a reward for having transported the package to us so safely and… promptly.”

This wasn’t good - anything that changed the terms of the deal was never a good sign, even if it was labelled as a bonus. Your mind runs at a million miles a second. Your hand tightens a little more around the briefcase, while the other one inches slowly towards the hidden pistol under the chair.

“Is that so?” you answer, as casually and nonchalantly as you could manage. You had to stall for time while you came up with a plan to escape whatever it was that was about to sent your way. “I didn’t know someone called The Queen could even have a boss.”

“We all have bosses,” Tiffany replies, with a matter-of-fact sigh. “Anyway, I think you’ll want some privacy while you indulge in this particular… bonus. Perhaps you can ask your driver over there to give you some space.”

She makes a twirling motion in the air with her finger, and the members of her crew all re-enter their vehicles - all except the woman in the black dress. Tiffany is the last to board, turning around to shoot you one last smile.

“Toodles,” she says with a casual wave. “Oh, and do enjoy.”

The three vehicles quickly back up from the hangar, seemingly leaving the girl in the black dress behind. Once you are satisfied that they are a safe distance away, you turn to Ryujin and give her a nod.

“Are you sure about this?” she asks.

You nod to her again, giving her a smile of reassurance that only half-satisfies her. Shooting you an uneasy frown, she gets into your vehicle, closes the door, and after starting the car, backs it up until she leaves via the same entrance you arrived in.

Alone now with the girl in the black dress, you give her an appraising look from head to toe. She was slender, short, the black silk of her dress wrapping tightly around her small frame and showing off the soft curves and slim lines beneath it. Wavy black hair frames a face filled with soft and youthful features, making placing her age a difficult proposition.

“So what’s this bonus your boss has for me?” you ask, as nonchalantly as you could.

A slim smile appears on the girl’s lips. There is a mysteriousness about her, a strangeness that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. She wore it like a dress, as much of her clothing as the black silk draped around her small frame.

“I think you know what it is,” she answers, her first words calm and measured, “...it’s me.”

The girl steps closer to you, and your body tenses at her proximity - although the allure of her deep, dark eyes keeps you from answering the alarm bells ringing in your head. A pale, slender hand reaches out to the briefcase of cash in your hand, her fingers wrapping themselves around its handle before taking it from your grasp and placing it delicately onto the ground. The ease at which she’d divested you of your hard-earned fees surprised and frightened you in equal measure.

Her fingers play with the front flap of your blazer, her long, slim fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest.

“I’m not quite sure I follow, Miss-”

“Taeyeon,” she answers, firmly and confidently. “Kim Taeyeon.” Names weren’t always freely exchanged in your line of work, and her willingness to divulge hers, even if it was a pseudonym, spoke of her complete confidence. Her finger suddenly ceases playing with your chest to slowly trace a path down towards your waist.

“Taeyeon,” you repeat. “Anyway, as thankful as I am for your boss’s generosity, I…”

Your sentence dies in your mouth as Taeyeon’s finger reaches your waist. Her other hand joins it, quickly undoing your belt, and soon after the button and zipper to your jeans. Her fingers hook into the waistline of your boxers before she gives them a gentle tug, pulling them and your jeans down halfway your thighs - and freeing your quickly hardening cock.

Throughout the entire process of undressing you her eyes have not left yours. There is a playful confidence there. Hers was the look of a woman who knew exactly who she was and what she was doing - while enjoying every second of it. Every alarm and alert in your brain was telling you to stop her from going any further, but there is something in her eyes that keeps you from paying heed to your brain’s warnings.

“Miss Kim, this really isn’t necessary,” you say, although the words lack conviction. “I don’t really want-”

Taeyeon’s slim, pale fingers wrap themselves around your shaft for the first time - and your final words of resistance die in your throat. The sly smile on the girl’s lips widens. Her fingers begin to pump up and down your length softly, every stroke sending sweet little shocks of pleasure up your spine as your cock quickly comes to full stiffness.

“Really?” she asks, with exaggerated incredulousness. “What’s the matter, too much of a gentleman to fuck a girl that’s been bought and paid for?”

“I… I, uh, I don’t usually fuck-”

“…whores?” Taeyeon snaps, although the sly smile on her lips carries no hint of condescension. The word leaves her lips without any sense of hesitation or judgement, as though she were asking you a simple, obvious question.

“I, no, Taeyeon, I meant-”

“Don’t worry about it,” she answers, her eyes temporarily leaving yours to look down on your cock, which she has continued to pump and up down with a closed fist. “I know what I am. And I won’t judge you for not wanting to fuck me… although your friend here begs to differ.”

“My friend has a habit of getting me into trouble,” you answer with a smirk.

“Does it?” she answers, her tone playful. She breaks eye contact with you to glance down at your shaft again, now leaking glistening pre-cum over your head. She licks her lips - and you take it to mean that she liked what she saw.

“Yeah. It always wants to stick around and play when I really should be leaving.”

“Interesting,” Taeyeon answers, fixing her gaze on yours once more. “My mouth does that to me too.”

Eyes not leaving yours, Taeyeon slowly drops to her knees. With one hand on the base of your cock she points it towards her mouth before her small, pink tongue darts out to give it a long, wet lick from base to tip. You shiver with pleasure. Your eyes close involuntarily, and it takes more effort than you cared to admit to force them open once more so you could watch as Taeyeon reaches the tip of your cock, swirling her pink tip around your head, slathering it with saliva and milky pre-cum.

The sly, devilish smile on her lips widens. Those eyes had never left yours, drinking in the pleasure she was conjuring in your body like it was some fine wine to be tasted and savored.

Satisfied that you were bound now to her whim, a slave to her thrall, she takes you into her mouth.

Your attempts to keep your eyes open fail almost immediately, your lids shutting over thankful eyes as those first delicious sparks of pleasure begin to radiate from your shaft, travelling up your spine and into an overwhelmed brain. Your mind had been running a million miles a minute over the past hour or so - and to go so rapidly from being tense and on-edge to an unforeseen but not unwelcome windfall of pleasure was a little more than it could handle.

Nonetheless you do your best to savor it, savor every second as the young woman on her knees in front of you takes your hard, stiff cock in and out of her hot, wet mouth, perfect pink lips closed tightly around its length, lathering it with a slick sheen of her spit and your pre-cum. Your left hand reaches out under its own volition, resting on the side of Taeyeon’s head as it bobs up and down on your shaft, your fingers slowly drifting down to cup her chin. 

She looks up at you again - soft, innocent eyes that held a glimmer of something devious in their corners, as though she were only barely repressing something else behind the cloak of confidence she wore around her.

Your hips begin to move in time with Taeyeon’s movements on your cock, shoving your length even deeper and faster into her wanton mouth. The girl welcomes it, encourages it by bracing her hands on the sides of your hips, fingers digging into your thighs and pulling them back towards her.

Your other hand joins your left, cradling the back of her head, taking your liberties with her face as it continues to suck tightly on every inch of your cock with every entrance and exit of it between her tightly pursed lips. Soon she has ceased moving her head, letting you truly fuck her face, thrusting in and out of her wet mouth at your own pace. Her eyes remain locked on yours the whole time, her gaze never wavering, that look of fulfilled lust never diminishing - only strengthening with every thrust you made into her face.

Your eyes close involuntarily once again, a sigh of wordless pleasure leaving your throat as your head tilts back and you take a moment to savor the sensations flowing outward from your crotch. Only a few minutes ago you were so tense, so anxious and fearful about the possibility of a deal gone wrong; and your weary brain had no capacity left to fight the orgasm quickly building in your loins. Your peak nears after only a few minutes - quicker than you would have liked, but you were too lost, too drunk in the tight wetness of the woman’s mouth to give a damn about it.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” you hiss. Taeyeon’s only response is to slip her hands from your hips to the cheeks of your ass, pulling you against her mouth, strengthening each thrust between her lips, removing any thought of pulling your cock out of her wet cavern. She lets out a wet gurgle that could have been acceptance, or permission - not that it mattered, when her swirling tongue and the tight grip on your butt told you all you needed to know.

It only takes you a few moments more before you let your orgasm overtake you, the stress and anxiety of the past hour or so finding release in thick, white semen that spurts wetly from your tip and into the back of Kim Taeyeon’s needy throat. Her throat works as fast as it can, gulping down and swallowing every rope that fills her small mouth. Her eyes remain locked on yours the whole time, even as they water slightly, even as they flinch with each spurt of semen you leave in her throat.

As your orgasm begins to subside you give her mouth a few more thrusts, grunting with each one, your body possessed of a temporary but undeniable need to watch her choke on your cum. And she does so, a wet cough leaving her mouth as the tip of your shaft hits the back of her mouth and temporarily cuts off her air supply.

You are suddenly ashamed, and afraid that you’d hurt her. But when your spent cock finally slips out of her mouth and she lets out a wet gurgle, allowing a spill of her spit and your cum to drip from the corners of her lips, the lust in the gaze that she fixes upon you is undiminished. In fact, it is only deepened, as though the taste of your cum and the roughness with which you’d given it to her had only heightened her need for more.

She rises from her knees, a slender hand with slender fingers wiping the wetness from her messy chin before bringing the slick mess to her mouth for her wet, semen-glazed tongue to lick off. Eyes never once leaving yours, she takes a few steps backwards towards the waiting office table, her black high heels echoing oddly loudly in the hangar.

The young woman leans her butt on the edge of the table before reaching up with hands and pulling the straps of her black dress down, revealing her small, round breasts and the tight, taut nipples atop each one.

She bends over at the waist to grasp the hem of her knee-length dress, giving you a generous view of her hanging breasts as she does so. Her slim fingers grasp its edge before pulling it up her body, revealing the pale, creamy skin of her thighs and the slick wet lips between them. She only stops when the dress is a mere slash of silk around her waist, more like a fancy belt than a dress.

There is no slow undressing, no teasing, seductive dance. Only a stripping of unnecessary obstacles that stood in the way between her and needs that needed to be satiated.

“Come take what’s yours,” she says, her eyes half-lidded now, every syllable of the words leaving her mouth dripping with desire.

Your body moves of its own volition, driven solely by the need to claim the reward offered to you. When you reach her your lips crash into hers in a frenzied kiss that had little passion but plenty of lust - tongues quickly find and explored mouths, teeth, and lips; hands explore shoulders, breasts, and backs; legs press torsos against torsos, hers wrapping quickly around your waist as you pick her up and deposit her upon the desk.

You tear your lips from hers - which proved more difficult than you cared to admit, the soft sweetness of her lips like a delicious dessert that was almost too decadent to finish. Your mouth moves to her neck, to her soft, round breasts and her tight, stiff nipples, latching onto the small buds with hungry lips before sucking deeply - savoring each inch of her pale, creamy skin, devouring the young woman’s body like a starving man indulging in an unexpected feast.

Taeyeon moans and sighs and gasps with every movement of your mouth and lips, every suck on her tight nipples. Her hand finds its way onto the back of your scalp, pressing you against her needy breasts, pulling you by the hair from one needy mound to the other, ensuring both of her tight, stiff peaks received the attention she needed. After a while she rips your mouth from her saliva-soaked breasts, and with a wicked glint in her eye, she pushes you down between her legs.

You go to your knees willingly, taking only a moment to drink in the sight of Taeyeon’s wet, glistening lips before diving in, indulging and feasting on her wet, slick flesh with the same hunger and need you showed to her breasts. The girl’s gasps turn into heavy moans as your tongue swipes up and down her tender lips, drinking in her taste and her juices like her body was a newly opened fruit, lapping her up, licking every drop, gorging yourself on her sweet, tender flesh.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, just the beginning of a long string of profanity and filth that begins to leave her mouth - not that you could hear most of it, as she quickly closes her warm, flushed thighs around your head, trapping you against her crotch, forcing you to finish a meal you were going to devour anyway.

Her pussy is as delicious a meal as you could have ever wanted, but you want to heighten it for her, ensure that she was being fed as much as you. And so you latch your lips around the tender, taut bud at the top of her opening before devoting tender licks of your needy tongue upon it. As her moans rise in volume and need, your fingers find her slick opening and slip inside it, building to and maintaining a steady rhythm as you thrust them in and out of her folds.

It doesn’t take long for your actions to achieve the desired effect - soon she is a writhing, squirming mess atop the desk, the wordless gasps and occasional hissed profanity muffled by the thighs pressed tightly against your ears as she wraps her legs around your head. Her fingers dig almost painfully into the back of your scalp, pressing your head against her flesh and making it difficult to breathe. 

But oxygen was a secondary concern. The wet, slick, hot flesh of the woman beneath your tongue was all that mattered. You slurp up her juices onto a thirsty tongue, savoring her bittersweet taste on your palette, before returning your lips back onto her needy clit and resuming swiping at it with firm, steady strokes.

When she orgasms she fills your mouth with even more of her delicious juices, her slick wetness flowing freely into your mouth and onto your still-thrusting fingers. She makes a mess of your face and hand. You could not have cared less. When you finally release her quivering bud from your lips and even as your fingers slip out of her satiated pussy, you lap up every drop of her juices you could find - your hunger not at all satiated, not at all satisfied.

You return to her feet to find the same look of need on her eyes. She hops up onto the desk and spreads her legs wantonly, welcoming you between them. Your stiff cock rests on a warm thigh, still streaked with her own juices.

“Fuck me now,” she hisses with a tone that was more of an order than a request. 

“Tell me you want this,” you reply, the words leaving your tongue before you knew you were speaking them. There was no doubt in your mind that she did - but you wanted to hear her say it, wanted to hear her admit it. “Tell me how you want me to treat you.”

“Treat me like a fucking whore,” she hisses in reply, eyes dark and needy. “Fuck me like a dirty litlte whore that your boss bought you.”

She spreads her legs wider. Your cock quivers with need. You grip it by the base and place it at her entrance, swirling its head around her needy clit. Her glistening lips lather the head with her slick juices. Her eyes drip with lust, mirroring the slickness of her body.

“If you want to be treated like a whore,” you hiss as you fill her tight, hot pussy for the first time, leaving her breathless, “then you’re going to be fucked like one.”

You begin fucking her, pounding her on the creaking, protesting desk. Not giving a damn about a slow building up of speed, not caring about anything other than driving yourself in and out of the young woman’s wet, slick, hot pussy at a fast and frantic pace. For her part Taeyeon seemed to welcome it, even revel in it - any initial pain and discomfort she felt was quickly overwhelmed by the welcome feeling of being filled again and again by your stiff meat.

She lets out sharp gasps with each wet meeting of your bodies, her sweet little mouth frozen in an open “O” as if each thrust of your cock into her needy pussy drove the air from her lungs. Her right hand involuntarily clenches tightly onto your left shoulder, nails digging so painfully into your skin that she might have drawn blood - not that you would have cared or even noticed. Her body tightens around you. Her pussy pulsates. Her eyes remain locked on yours.

The old desk creaks loudly with each thrust into her body as it protests the rough treatment it is being given. For a moment you fear it would give out and break, sending you both crashing to the floor. Not that you would have given a damn. You would’ve fucked the mewling, quivering young woman right on the dirty, cold floor if you needed to.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me like that,” Taeyeon hisses, the filthy profanity leaving her mouth at odds with the innocence of her youthful face. “Fuck me! Harder! Fuck me as hard as you want.”

You take her words as a challenge, and to that end you grasp her behind her knees, pulling them from your hips and bending them over her torso until they are hovering just over her shoulders. You fuck her like that for a few minutes, every thrust giving her the full length of your cock from base to tip. You groan at her tightness. She moans at your size.

“Treat me… treat me like the fucking whore I am,” she snaps, the vulgarity of her words momentarily stealing your attention away from the tightness of her body. “Choke me. Slap me. Hurt me!”

You normally weren’t one to indulge in such kinks aside from relatively tame hair pulling or ass slapping, and so her demands for rougher treatment surprise you somewhat. But there was something in Kim Taeyeon that enticed you in a way other women didn’t - perhaps it was her youthful appearance, perhaps it was the fact that she was so confident and demanding about what she wanted. Perhaps it was that she knew who and what she was, and she revelled in it, enjoyed every moment of what she was hired to do.

Your hand moves - again, almost of its own volition - to grasp a bouncing, soft breast, squeezing it none-too-gently, enjoying the feel of her warm flesh in your hand and the stiffness of the nipple poking into your palm. Not breaking contact with her milky skin for a moment, your hand travels up her chest, until it closes tightly around her thin, pale throat.

A wicked smile appears at the corners of her mouth as your fingers close around her windpipe, as though she were happy to see you give in to her desires. You grunt as you pump harder into her body, feeling more and more of your self-control erode with every thrust. Her moans rise in volume until they become shrieks.

And then she slaps you hard on the cheek with an open hand.

“You fuck like a pussy,” she snaps, the words dulled somewhat by the hand clasped around her throat. You stop thrusting into her for a second. Her words sting - your pride hurt as much as the side of your reddened cheek; in your mouth you can taste the coppery twang of blood. Your fingers tighten somewhat around her neck, as though wanting to exact some measure of revenge for the pain she has inflicted.

Never in your life had you hit a woman before. But before you know it your free hand has reached up and slapped Taeyeon across the cheek.

You expect a look of pained shock to appear on her flushed cheeks. 

Instead there is only a wicked smile, as though she were proud of having made you do something you never would have done otherwise. Her hand moves to slap you in return, but you catch her by the wrist, and pin her hand down onto the table. With one hand still around her throat and the other holding down her struggling wrist, you resume fucking the helpless young woman atop the desk. You are afraid for a moment that she would slap you with her free hand, but instead it reaches up to your skull, fingers digging deeply into your skin. Soon you feel a warm liquid in your scalp, and you know she has drawn blood from you for the second time.

You are in a frenzy now, your cock slamming in and out of her body with a reckless abandon, using the young woman’s pussy like it were a toy, and object to be used for your pleasure. The pain you have caused each other only heightens each sensation, focuses it and makes it more pure, more intense.

Taeyeon not only allows it but welcomes it, if the look of sheer bliss on her face and the continued tightening and pulsating of her wet, slick tunnel is anything to go by. She squirms and quivers and writhes atop the desk, fingers digging ever deeper into your increasingly painful scalp - but your hands at her throat and wrist keep her pinned down onto it as your cock continues to nail her onto it like some obscene piece of art.

“Fuck!” she moans inbetween wordless gasps of pleasure, “Fuck, yes, own me, use me like this- fuck me like the little whore I am, fuck me like your little whore!”

Satisfied that you’d broken her, you release her throat and wrist - and she lets out a whimper of disappointment as you do so. But the whimper is soon replaced by a wicked sigh as you grasp her by the hips and pull her off the desk, before turning her around and pushing her roughly back onto it with a hand in the middle of her back.

No teasing, no build up or prelude. As soon as you are able you grasp the base of your cock with your right hand, line it up with her dripping opening, and then you are fucking Kim Taeyeon again, this time from behind, with her small, tight little body bent over the creaking desk.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasps, “Fuck, you’re so big like this, fuck, you’re so big you’re stretching me out you’re filling me so much oh fuck, oh fuck oh I’m gonna, I’m close, I’m gonna-”

The string of profanity leaving her mouth is cut short abruptly when your hand grasps the back of her head - and slams it down onto the table.

“Shut up and just take my dick, Taeyeon,” you hiss as you continue to fuck her roughly into the table. “Take it like a good little whore.”

Your words, and your implicit surrender to the darker needs, seem to push her over the edge. Her pussy pulsates and quivers and tightens so much around your cock that it drives you dizzy with pleasure. Her limbs shake so violently with her orgasm that you fear she would have fallen from the table had she not been pinned to it by your hands at her head and shoulder.

Throughout it all you are fucking her into the desk, relishing in the feel of her orgasming pussy wrapped tightly around your cock with each entry and exit. Your hand tightens around her skull, your teeth gritting with effort as the pleasure builds in your loins, making you feel light headed and dizzy.

“Beg for it, Taeyeon,” you spit. Your pace quickens as you reach your peak, hammering hard and fast into her pussy. “Fucking beg for my cum. Beg me to cum in you. Beg for it like a good little slut. Like a good little whore.” 

“Cum in me already,” she manages to say, turning her head enough to hiss at you despite your hand still pushing her onto the table. “Fucking cum inside your dirty little whore! Fill my dirty little pussy with cum!”

Just as your words broke her, hers break you - and you bury yourself as deeply as you can inside Kim Taeyeon’s wet, hot body before you finally orgasm. Your cock pulsates as it sends thick, white cum into her pussy, your entire body jerking involuntarily with each spurt. Taeyeon moans deeply with each rope of semen that fills her, her pussy squeezing tightly around your spurting cock, welcoming each and every drop of your seed.

You keep her pressed onto the table throughout the length of your orgasm, your hands at her skull and her shoulder not loosening until your strength finally gives out with the last few ropes of cum that you manage to force from your spent, tired cock. Finally releasing her, you lean over the young woman’s body on the desk, breathing heavily, suddenly exhausted.

After a few more seconds trying to catch your breath, you eventually straighten up, enjoying one last glance at Taeyeon’s body bent over the desk, her round, full ass still pressed against your crotch. Giving her a soft smack on the ass cheek, you grasp her hips as you slowly draw your spent cock out of her body, enjoying the sight of glistening cum that quickly appears from her well-used pussy. It flows wetly down her thighs and onto the floor in thick drops, forming a small puddle between her still shaky legs.

You expect her to say something filthy, something vulgar about the mess you’d made of her body. But to your surprise she says nothing as she bites her lip slightly, shooting you a sensual, wicked smile from over her shoulder.

You begin to tuck yourself back into your pants, and she does the same, adjusting her wrinkled black dress as best she could around her body, it having been twisted around by your frenzied movements. 

For a split second, just before she pulls it back down over her hips, you catch a glimpse of a tattoo at the small of her back - one that had been covered by the dress while you were fucking. 

It is the outline of a chess piece - a queen.

As if on cue, one of the black vehicles her crew arrived in pulls into the hangar. You are momentarily alarmed, but there is nothing in Taeyeon’s movements that suggests you are in any sort of danger, so you do nothing but watch as it pulls up next to the both of you. Out of the passenger side hops Tiffany, who quickly moves to open the rear door for Taeyeon. There is no trace of the confident, brash persona the Californian had displayed not even an hour ago - she seemed more like an obedient servant now, eager to please her superior.

Taeyeon shoots you a sweet smile, her secret identity having been revealed.

You want to say something, something clever or witty in response to the little charade that you had just walked into and played an unknowing part in. 

“I hope I can call on your services again in the near future,” Taeyeon says - in a formal British accent.

Unexpected accent shift aside, her tone was clear and confident, showing no hint of the rough, wanton woman she’d been just a few moments before. There is a grace and elegance around her now - were you to ignore the wrinkled dress and slightly frazzled hair she would not have looked out of place at a fancy cocktail party. With her perfect posture and confident smile, she seemed, suddenly, more like the royalty suggested by her codename.

“I hope you do,” you answer, unable to really come up with anything else to say.

Shooting you one last smile upon soft, perfect lips, Taeyeon steps into the waiting vehicle. Tiffany closes the door behind her and hops back into the passenger seat before it speeds away, leaving you alone and speechless.

—

When you approach Ryujin’s vehicle the driver’s side window is open, a lazy trail of smoke is rising from it.

Inside, the young woman is lazily cradling a cigarette in one hand, taking a long drag from it as you open the door and sit in the passenger seat. From her undone button, lowered zipper of her pants, and her wrinkled shirt it was obvious what she was up to while you were with Taeyeon.

“It wasn’t fair that only you got that bonus,” she says, answering your unspoken question. “Besides, that hangar isn’t exactly soundproof.”

You smile slyly at her as you place the briefcase with your fees into the backseat. “When we get back to the hotel you’ll get your cut of the money.”

“I better be getting more than just money,” she answers as she tosses her cigarette butt out the window and starts up the car. “I’m charging you an additional fee for making me wait.”

“I can’t wait to pay it,” you say with a smile. Ryujin gives you a sly smile of her own before she puts the car into drive and you both screech away from the hangar.

—

Author’s Note: *preps holy water bath to cleanse himself of that filth*

Been wanting to write Taeyeon (and at least mention SNSD) for a long time, and I finally came up with an interesting scenario for it. The driver was initially going to be Seohyun but I couldn’t resist putting Ryujin in it as a cameo (and maybe as a sequel hook for part 2 lol).

Hope you all enjoyed it. Stay cool and stay safe, fellow sickdirtyfreaks!

Black Silk - Pt 2

Note: Takes place some time after Black Silk.

“I trust, then, that you accept this job?”

“I do,” you answer, giving the metallic secured briefcase on the table a sparing glance. Your attention was more focused on the woman atop the desk, truth be told.

You’d had Lia back at headquarters do some research on Kim Taeyeon - or as she was better known, the Queen - and while details were hard to come by, you at least had a rough idea of her age. She was thirty at least, although if you’d been told the woman in front of you was not a day over nineteen you wouldn’t have doubted her.

Her orange hair and more casual, revealing attire were a far cry from the jet black locks and short black dress she’d worn during your first meeting. Her attitude, her character, everything down to the way she moved - it was all so different. Was this her real self? Was it just another mask, another persona she adopted on a whim? Did Kim Taeyeon even exist, or was there only the Queen?

“Before I accept the package, I should tell you I have three rules-”

“Never change the deal, no names, and never look in the package,” Taeyeon interrupts. She crosses her legs atop the desk, leaning over slightly to look you in the eye. It took more mental fortitude than you’d care to admit to not sneak a peak at the delicious cleavage she was tempting you with - although a part of you knew that that was probably a test.

“And the payment-”

“It’ll be wired to you in full upon completion of the job, once the recipient confirms receipt of the package,” she answers, promptly. She straightens her back again, evidently satisfied that you’d managed to remain focused on the job despite the charms she’d quite literally dangled in front of you.

“Good. I’ll be on my way then-”

“That’s it? You don’t want a… deposit?”

Your hand pauses halfway to the handle of the briefcase. You tense up a little, suspecting her offer to be yet another test, another hurdle to be jumped.

“No, that will be unnecessary. Payment in full upon completion of the job is sufficient.”

“Shame,” she says, casually, glancing away from you and capturing a lock of orange-pink hair to twirl around with a thin, slim finger. “I quite enjoyed the… bonus that I gave you after completing your last job.”

The image of the young woman bent over the desk with her little black dress pulled up around her waist while you pounded her from behind flashes across your mind’s eye. The charms of her tight little body and the absolute filth that poured from her mouth had taken up permanent residence in your mind since that night, if you were being honest - but you also knew that pursuing any sort of relationship with a client outside of business was a risk, and a dangerous one at that.

“I enjoyed it as well, Miss Kim. But I should really get-”

“So soon?” she snaps, fixating on you once more with eyes that hid sly experience behind a youthful, mischievous surface. “I was really hoping I could… give you a signing bonus.”

“Miss Kim, I-”

“I insist,” she says, hopping off the desk. She was short, so small and tight, like a cat or some other feline, always tensed, always ready to pounce. “You have your rules, Mr. Courier. And, well, I have my rules too.”

There was a moment, fleeting as it was, for you to stop her. For you to rise to your feet even as she dropped to her knees; for you to grab her forearm as it reached for your belt; for you to zip up your pants and re-do your belt as her slim, thin fingers undid them. The moments came and went, each one a red light and stop sign, each one dismissed and ignored.

It doesn’t take your half-hardened cock long to spring to full hardness, not with Taeyeon’s slim fingers playing merry havoc with your sensitive length, wrapping her hand around it and pumping up and down slowly. Her face disappears for a moment behind your cock and her pumping hand, her soft lips placing a kiss that seemed almost innocent and chaste upon the sensitive skin between your balls before kissing each one in turn.

Her kisses continue their path up your erect shaft. Each press of her soft lips on your sensitive skin is another barrier of resistance overcome, until finally, mercifully, she reaches your tip. She smiles wickedly up at you with those eyes that were innocent and experienced all at the same time.

It delights her to see the surrender in your eyes.

She takes you into her mouth - and you gasp out loud at the sudden feeling of warmth and wetness engulfing your shaft. A hissed curse slips past your lips. Your hands curl around the armrests of the expensive leather chair you are sitting in. Your eyes shut. Your body, the whole of you, gives in. It surrenders.

This was a woman who knew what men wanted, what they craved - and how to give it to them. Every bit of that delicious little mouth of hers - her lips, her tongue, even her teeth - worked in unison to pleasure you. This wasn’t some sloppy blowjob from an eager but inexperienced teenager. This was a powerful woman bending a man to her will, a woman using pleasure as a tool and as a weapon in equal amounts.

Her lips wrap tightly around your shaft. Her tongue lathers it with slick saliva, pressed against its underside on the downstroke and swirling around it’s length on the upstroke, spinning it around the tip and underside of your head at the apex. Occasionally she lets her teeth graze against your skin, not nearly enough to hurt - just enough to add a delicious little spike of danger into the act. Enough to remind you who was in charge. Enough to remind you who she was.

Her hands are not idle, joining and supporting her mouth in their pleasuring of you. Her fingers play gently with your swollen balls, cradling and fondling each one in turn, before her right hand joins her mouth at your shaft. Her fingers wrap around your base as she focuses on the top half of your shaft with that slick tongue of hers. She pumps up and down with her hand as she takes you in and out of her mouth, never stopping or ceasing her rhythm, never giving you a moment of respite, never letting you take back some measure of the control she had so quickly and easily wrested from your grasp.

Minutes pass. It might have been hours. It might have been seconds. Time meant nothing. There was only the next downstroke, the next surrender of hard flesh to soft, slick, hot heat.

“Fuck,” you hiss, loudly, involuntarily, as though the young woman on her knees between your legs had pressed the ‘profanity’ button on the control board of your body. She smiles, wickedly, even as her lips are wrapped around your shaft and her mouth is filled with your cock. Her only response is to keep going. Keep pleasuring you, keep overtaking every bit of you until she had claimed dominion over your very essence.

She lets your cock pop out between her lips for a second, and you force your own eyes open to watch her. There is a glint in her eyes that is sharp, devious, almost malicious - but it is quickly replaced by the youthful innocence that was at the core of the persona she’d chosen to don for that day.

“Does that feel good, Mr. Courier?” she asks, her English accent lending further spice to her words, making them feel formal and proper, even if the context in which they were spoken was not. The glistening spill of saliva and pre-cum that dripped from the corners of her lips and onto her chin only added to the juxtaposition.

“Fuck yes,” you answer, words spilling from your mouth before you knew what you were saying. You wanted to sound more composed, but your brain was in no condition to produce more than the most basic of language.

“Does this… signing bonus please you?”

Her hands do not stop pumping your shaft, her saliva and your sticky pre-cum providing ample lubrication for her work.

“Y-yes it- oh, fuck that feels good - yes it does… Miss Kim. You’re amazing.”

Taeyeon lets a smirk appear on her lips at your compliment. Perhaps it was the lighting, perhaps it was your imagination, but for a moment you think you might have seen a blush on her cheeks.

The hand on your cock gives you one last pump, her hand leaving your cock slick and wet. You gasp at the loss of her touch, but the disappointment lasts only for a moment when you realize she is reaching behind her back to undo some hidden clasp or zipper. Her flowy, peach-colored top sags slightly on her chest before her hands reach for its shoulder straps, pulling them down her shoulders until it falls off her body altogether.

“Only amazing?” she asks with a cute, innocent tilt of her head. She watches your eyes drink in the sight of her small, perfectly shaped breasts and the taut nipples atop each one.

“Perfect,” you reply, knowing no other word that would do.

“Good,” she answers, the smile on her face widening, the blush on her cheeks deepening. “I think it’s time for you to be on your way, Mr. Courier, but I do hope you can… leave me a bonus of my own before you go.”

Each of her words is punctuated by a pump of her hand on your slick cock. She twists her grip on each stroke, creating a delicious friction, aided by the plentiful wetness on your aching, needy cock. She presses your shaft between her breasts and around her nipples, leaving trails of slick, glistening spit and pre-cum on her perfect vanilla skin.

She plays with your cock like it is an obscene paintbrush and her chest an equally lewd canvas for the piece of art she was creating. You leave streaks of saliva and white creamy pre-cum on her chest, and her breasts, and those tight little nipples of hers. She gasps as your slick cock glides over her stiff peaks, and delighted by it, she swirls your tip over her nipple, teasing her bud with your cock, leaving it wet and glistening with slick droplets of pre-cum. You let a needy little moan escape your lips at the sight of her pleasuring herself with your cock. Her gasps slowly turn into moans of their own.

Your hands move, involuntarily, to grasp her head.

“Fuck, Taeyeon, I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it,” she answers, sharply, eyes boring into yours. “Do it. Cum for me, please. Cum all over me. Paint me with your cum, Mr. Courier. Make me yours.”

Her eyes, her hand at your cock, her soft breasts on your tip - it all became too much to handle. Your shaft spasms in her hands before sending thick streams of creamy semen flying from its tip to land wetly on her chest, breasts, and face. It paints her breasts, her cleavage, her nipples, even her chin and cheeks in thick white streaks, and she straightens her back to present more of herself to you, more of a canvas to paint. She leans her head back with a gasp, as though each drop of semen that landed on her body was sending a spike of pleasure up and down her spine.

The thick ropes paint Kim Taeyeon’s body with cum, tarnishing that innocent, naive persona of hers with obscene impurity. You relish it - she had you wrapped around her finger, but for one brief, fleeting moment, it was her that was at your mercy.

Your eyes want to shut, your brain wanting to do nothing more than lean back in the chair and savor every pleasure-filled second that passed. But you force them open. Force them to watch the young woman delight in the lewd shower of semen she was being given.

When it is done - when you watch thick, creamy semen drips in long ropes from Taeyeon’s breasts and chin - you finally allow your pleasure-addled brain to relax.

With considerable self control, Taeyeon tucks your spent cock back into your boxers and carefully zips up your pants. She re-does your belt, giving the bulge of your half-hard cock a playful little pat when she is done. The almost-wholesome smile on her face seemed a little out of place, given the slick, glistening streams of semen currently dripping down her body.

She gives you one last smile before rising from her knees. It is a smile that tells you the cold, calculating businesswoman who ran an international criminal empire had returned. She rises from her feet, stepping back behind her desk to open a drawer, from which she retrieves a towel that she wipes the streaks of semen from her chest with.

You are frozen for a moment - the sight of her half-naked body was difficult to tear your eyes away from - but soon enough you snap to your senses, rising from the chair to take the package from the desk.

“I trust you will complete this job quickly and efficiently,” she says as you turn to leave.

“I will, Miss Kim.”

“And I trust you will return when you’ve completed it, to receive the remainder of your bonus.”

You turn, your hand on the doorknob. You watch as, with a wicked smile on devious lips, Taeyeon slides a thin finger across a streak of semen that had landed atop her perky, round breast. She swirls her cum-slick finger around a stiff nipple for a moment before she brings it to her mouth, licking the pearly white juice from her finger, eyes locked on yours the whole while.

“I will, Miss Kim.”

Wildfire (Black Silk - Pt 3)

This takes place in the same universe as Black Silk Parts One and Two.

—

Wildfire: Where the hell are you? You’re late. Again.

Truth be told you’d arrived at the upscale lounge twenty minutes prior, enjoying your view from the bar as Hwang Yeji waited impatiently for your arrival in one of the private booths on the other side of the room. You could’ve approached her at any time, but delaying your meeting accomplished two things - one, it let you admire her considerable beauty from afar and at your own leisure, and two, it annoyed her.

And Hwang Yeji was even more attractive when she was annoyed.

Got caught up in stuff, you reply on your phone after casually taking a sip of your whiskey. I’ll be there in ten minutes.

You watch, with no small amount of satisfaction, as Yeji takes a quick look around her surroundings before unbuttoning the black silk shirt she is wearing, revealing a short black crop top beneath. The young woman brushes most of her fiery orange hair away from her shoulder, giving you a perfect view of the creamy vanilla skin of her long neck and upper chest, as well as the alluring hint of cleavage created by the modest neckline of her top.

You find the small smile on your lips widen as she readies herself for your arrival. You’d known Hwang Yeji for many years - you’d entered the industry and your company together at roughly the same time - but you had to admit that recently her transition from cute but awkward teenager to alluring, confident young woman had been a pleasure to watch.

The sex was great too, of course.

The young woman lets her eyes wander around the room, those alluring, mysterious eyes of hers searching for your face somewhere in the crowd of socialites and businessmen. Failing to find you, her eyebrows furrow and the corners of her mouth crease into a frustrated frown - one that would have made any other woman less attractive but somehow made Hwang Yeji even more captivating than she already was.

You watch, enraptured by her every movement, as she picks up her phone from the table once more, idly thumbing through it, looking for something to occupy her until you finally arrived. Her slightly bent-forward posture and the position of her upper arms had the added benefit of producing a delicious-looking cleavage, highlighting the generous curves of her chest beneath her black silk top.

Seconds later, your own phone beeps.

If you’re done staring at my tits, get over here and we can get to business.

“Caught red-handed,” you admit as you take a seat next to her in the booth. “How long did you know I was there? I’m impressed.”

“Long enough,” Yeji answers. “I’m not some rookie handler. Situational awareness is important. That’s basic tradecraft.”

“Fair enough,” you agree. “Speaking of handling, I presume you have a new job?”

Yeji nods towards the small envelope on the table. As your handler it was her job to find you work, handling communications with your clients in addition to handling logistical and operational details.

“Single envelope?”

“That’s it. The client will contact us early tomorrow morning with the details regarding the drop-off point. Don’t know where it is yet, but it’s somewhere in the city.”

“Support?”

“Usual team. Honey will provide tech and comms support from base, and Chocolate will provide reconnaissance. Ace will take care of transport and on-site personal security, as usual.”

You nod approvingly as Yeji notes the callsigns of the support crew. You’d worked with all of them before. You were happy that Ryujin was assigned to the job. There was no better driver or bodyguard in the company - and she owed you a favor from the last job you’d worked together. You smile to yourself as ideas begin to circulate in your head, along with memories from the last little liaison you’d had with the petite blonde.

“Is there an issue?” Yeji asks, snapping you back into the present.

“No, not at all,” you answer, taking the envelope from the table and slipping it into your jacket pocket. “I was just thinking that it looks like I’ve got time to burn until tomorrow morning,” you add with a suggestive smile.

Yeji returns your smile, but with a disapproving shake of her head. She leans back on the plush leather of the booth, taking a long sip from her drink as she does so.

“Maybe you should go meet up with the Queen. I’m sure she’d love to give you that bonus she promised you after that job you did for her last week. And if not her, well, I’m sure Ace wouldn’t mind going over your personal security needs.”

“I’ve already claimed said bonus,” you answer, slyly. “She was quite… generous. And Ryujin, well, she can wait. She likes waiting.”

Yeji scoffs. “You know, one day fucking your clients and teammates is going to come back to bite you in the ass.”

You lean back in the booth, mirroring her actions and taking a sip of your own drink.

“And what about fucking my handler?”

—

Yeji never cared much for passion or emotion when you fucked. There was only pleasure, and the pursuit thereof. Nothing else mattered to her.

And so as your lips crash together in a stall of the lounge’s bathroom, her hands are already working at the belt and zipper of your pants. So impatient. So needy.

“In a rush, are we?” you manage to hiss before she captures your lips once more with her own in a greedy, sloppy kiss.

“Too fast for you? Can’t handle it?” is the reply, the fire in her eyes and the curve of her lips into that devious, sly smile only adding to the intoxicating mix of danger and allure that was at the core of her. Hwang Yeji was a wildfire - beautiful and dangerous at the same time - and always hungry. Always looking for more fuel to consume. Always needing.

“No, just making sure you know how needy you look.”

“Is it wrong for a girl to need some cock?”

“No,” you answer, ripping your lips from hers to plant wet, slick kisses on the delicious vanilla skin of her neck and ear. “Not at all.”

You press yourself against her, pinning her small, slim body against the stall’s wall and causing it to rock loudly in its hinges. Not that you cared if anyone else in the bathroom knew what you were doing. Not that you cared if the entire lounge knew.

She frees your already stiff cock from your boxers, her thin, long fingers wrapping quickly around it and giving it a few exploratory pumps that cause you to sigh involuntarily into her neck.

“Looks like I’m not the only needy one here,” she snaps.

“Maybe you should do something about it.”

She nudges your head away from her neck with her shoulder, locking eyes with you. In her eyes - in those irresistible, seductive eyes - is a challenge.

“Make me.”

Her words are a trigger, unlocking a ferocity and lust in you that even you weren’t expecting. You reach up, grab a handful of that blazing orange hair, and force her to her knees. She drops to her knees in front of you with a harsh, rough impact of her kneecaps on the expensive tiled floor, but the undimmed fire in her eyes tells you she didn’t much care for the pain - no, she relished it, savored it.

One hand in her hair, and the other gripping the base of your cock, you press your shaft against her face.

“Suck my cock, Yeji.”

There is a slight anger in her eyes - the look of a woman who wanted to submit but didn’t want to give her partner the satisfaction of doing so too quickly. She wanted more, wanted you to do the things she wanted you to do. Even as you rub your tip around her lips, even as the thick shaft of your cock rubs against her blushing cheeks, she maintains her facade of defiance.

“Make me,” she repeats.

Another trigger pulled. More patience tested. More lust rising to the fore.

The hand in her hair pulls - harshly, roughly. Yeji gasps, her mouth opening and a sound of surprise escaping. You see the opportunity. You take it.

You slip your head between her lips. Her eyes flash wide open in surprise, surprise that you would do such a thing. Her eyes scream defiance - but her mouth betrays her. She opens her soft pink lips. Her tongue, an eager traitor, welcomes your cock into her warm, wet entrance.

Your hands grasp either side of her skull. The defiance in her eyes wanes slightly, only slightly, being overcome now with the promise of pleasure. You smile a triumphant smile. Then, hips moving slightly, you begin to fuck Hwang Yeji’s mouth.

You’d had good head before. You were no slouch when it came to the ladies. But Yeji - Yeji was something else.

It was her eyes. The way she looked up at you with those defiant, alluring, mesmerizing eyes, even as you pumped away at her mouth and even as she caressed your cock with her tongue. Even as you fucked her mouth like you’d fucked her pussy on many a long, sleepless night. Even as her eyes begin to well up with tears that cause her makeup to run.

Her gaze never strayed from yours. It was her eyes that made the way she sucked you off so great. Other girls could try, but none could match her.

Her hands clutch your hips, nails digging into your thighs even through the material of your suit pants. Her tongue swirls and dips and curls around your cock head. Her lips, ever pursed around your pumping shaft, remain tightly closed, creating a delicious feeling suction around every inch of you. Wet, gurgling sounds fill the cramped but admittedly luxurious bathroom stall. Your boss, your colleagues, the entire population of the building could have walked into the bathroom and heard you fucking her mouth. You wouldn’t have cared. Wouldn’t have stopped, not even for a second.

The pleasure builds, driven as much by the sight of the gorgeous young woman on her knees as much as the physical sensations she conjured in you. Her eyes challenge you. Still defiant, even in what most people would deem to be a submissive position. She still somehow held the power. Still somehow held you under her sway.

You gasp breathlessly as the pleasure reaches a new plateau. She tears her head from your grasp, letting your glistening cock pop from between her lips with a spill of her saliva and slick pre-cum. She doesn’t bother to wipe away the mess from her chin, or the streaks of eyeshadow from her cheeks. She was already dirty, already a mess. Why bother?

She tears the black button-up shirt from her shoulders before reaching for the hem of her short crop top and pulling it up her chest, letting her round, perfectly shaped breasts free. Your mouth waters at the sight of her mounds, tipped with stiff, taut nipples. She reaches over and grabs a handful of your hair.

Her turn.

She pulls you harshly towards her chest, drives your mouth onto her nipple. No need for teasing, no need for gentle kisses around her full breast before eventually reaching her peak. It was a waste of time. Time that could have been spent getting exactly what she wanted.

You are not one to keep a woman waiting. Your mouth latches onto her nipple, capturing the taut bud between your lips and licking, twirling the tip of your tongue around it before finally sucking, sucking deeply, sucking like a hungry child. She gasps and moans and sighs. She had sensitive breasts, and she loved having your mouth on them. Sometimes, it was all she needed, enough to make her cum even before you laid a finger or the tip of your cock against her pussy.

You don’t leave her other breast unattended. Your hand grasps her quivering mound, relishing the feel of soft flesh under your palm and between your fingers, delighting in the tight nub that presses against the centre of your palm. You feast on her. She lets you. She loved it. Loved every second.

Your hands reach for the button and zipper of her pants, almost ripping them open in your impatience. She is too occupied with the pleasure coursing through her chest to help you. Not that you needed much help in undressing her. It wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last.

You rip the stubbornly tight article of clothing down until it is midway down her thighs, ensuring you hooked your thumbs into her black silk panties as you did so. You tear your lips from her breasts, eliciting a wanton sigh from her lips at the loss of your tongue on her sensitive nipple. You grasp her by the hips, hands quickly turning her around so she is facing the bathroom stall’s black painted wall.

Your turn to drop to your knees. Your turn to devour her. Your turn to feast.

You take only a moment to relish the sight of her - of her round, full butt and the pursed muscle of her asshole, and beneath that the already glistening, slick entrance of her pussy, lips already splayed lightly, leaking her juices onto her thighs needily, wantonly. You can only resist for so long. You are hungry, and there is a full meal in front of you.

You bury your face into her butt, your tongue quickly devouring her wet, slick flesh as you begin to eat her from behind. She gasps, the quick, airy exhalations of surprise quickly turning into deep moans of pleasure as you search for and find the pleasurable nub at her core. Your tongue laps at her, licks at her flesh like she were an ice cream cone of the most delicious flavor. She wiggles her ass back at you, wanting to drive your tongue deeper inside her. Wanting to give more of herself for you to eat, to feast on and devour.

You oblige her. You had to admit that your need to fill your mouth with her - your need to gather more of her slick flesh onto your tongue and drink your fill of her - was overwhelming any sort of patient technique that you usually employed when going down on women. There was something about Hwang Yeji that made such petty things as technique and patience irrelevant. With her there was only pleasure. Nothing else mattered.

And so you indulge in the delicious meal that was Hwang Yeji’s body, drinking in her juices, sucking and licking her tender slick flesh and relishing the sighs and moans that fill the small stall. Your hands grasp her ass, spreading the firm cheeks apart to reveal more of her body to you. You bury your mouth and face deeper between them. Your tongue latches onto her clit, and finally that’s it, finally that’s the straw that breaks her back.

She orgasms, becomes a trembling, quivering mess under your mouth even as she fills it with slick, tangy juices. You drink it all up. Every drop. Every bit of her that she had to give.

She slumps against the bathroom wall, drained, if only temporarily, of the strength to keep her body upright. But she recovers quickly. The defiance returns. The need accompanies it.

“Get up and fuck me,” she says, sparing no words, using no more than were necessary.

You follow her orders. You wonder if you were ever in control around her, even when she gave you the illusion of being in it. Even when you forced her onto her knees to take you into her mouth, she only did so because it was what she wanted. And even now, as you rise to your feet and prepare yourself to take her, it was only because she demanded that you do so. Only because she gave the order.

But who were you to deny such a demand, when it promised such pleasure? Hwang Yeji handled your body during sex the same way she handled you during your job - with complete control.

You grasp her hip with one hand and place your tip at her dripping entrance with the other. She looks back at you over her shoulder.

In her eyes is nothing but fire. A blazing, white-hot need - a hungry, all-consuming blaze, a wildfire that cared little for that caught in its path. All it wanted was to feed. Consume. Devour. Her mouth opens, deigning to translate her need into human language for your understanding.

“Fuck me!”

You slip inside her. She is hot and wet and slick. She gasps and sighs and moans. You grunt and groan and pant.

You both take a moment to relish the feeling of your joining as you embed yourself hilt-deep inside her. But it lasts only a moment, only a few seconds. Soon she is wiggling her ass back at you, impatient, needy, stirring your cock inside her.

“Mmmm,” she hisses beneath her breath, illustrating without words the fullness she felt at being filled with your cock. “Mmm, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Your hand on her hip tightens, digs into soft, yielding flesh. Your free hand reaches up, grasps her by the shoulder.

You fuck her. Hard. Her body tells you what you want to hear - that you were doing it right, giving her what she wanted.

Every thrust, every exit and entry into her body, is sublime. She is so hot and slick and tight that you think there couldn’t possibly be any better, any more pleasurable sensation in the world. Everything you ever needed was here, in a cramped bathroom stall, between Hwang Yeji’s legs.

Her moans increase in volume. She is long past caring who heard you fucking her. Long past giving a damn about anything other than being filled again and again with hard, stiff cock.

Your fingers tighten around her hip and shoulder as the pleasure builds. Your eyes wander in a vain attempt to stave off the pleasure, wanting it to last as long as possible. You stare at the ceiling, at the wall, at her dark nails, digging in vain against the stall as they try to find some release for the pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. You know you shouldn’t, knew it would be the end of your self-control, but your gaze continues to wander, at her fiery orange hair as she presses the side of her face against the stall, at her pleasure-wracked face, at the graceful curve of her spine that led to the wide flare of her hips, at the large, round cheeks of her ass, and finally that most glorious of sights - the sight of your slick, glistening cock as it appeared from every exit from her body before spearing right back inside, filling her once more, impaling her with every inch of you.

“Mmmm, fuck, harder,” she hisses, barely managing to find the words. Her face crinkles in an expression that could have looked like she was in pain, if you didn’t know any better. Her hands, flat against the wall, grasp in vain at nothing.

You increase your pace, truly pounding her now, caring little for finesse or grace or style, caring only to fuck the mewling young woman against the hard wall as hard as your hips and legs will allow. She accepts your pace. She matches it with her own, driving her hips and ass back as hard as she can until your bodies are crashing against each other.

She squeezes your cock inside her. You groan out loud at the pleasure.

“Harder! Fuck me harder!” she wails in response, “Fuck me!”

The hand at her shoulder snakes around her upper body, wrapping around her throat. The surprised gasp that leaves her throat becomes a strangled cry of pleasure.

“Mmmm, fuck, choke me, ohhh, fuck, you’re so fucking big, fuck, fuck me hard! I’m soo… fucking close!”

You want her to cum first. You want to feel her cum on your cock before you did the same. But she is so hot, so tight and wet, that you quickly realize you weren’t going to last much longer. You grit your teeth. You let a long breath of hot air from your nose. You do everything in your power to stave off your orgasm, but to no avail. It’s too much. She’s too much.

“Fuck, Yeji,” you gasp, your first full words in a long time, “fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it!” she gasps, even as the wet slapping of flesh against flesh increases in pace, fills the room. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, cum inside me and fill me with cum but don’t ever stop, keep fucking me!”

You orgasm. For a moment your world ceases to exist. Your cock spasms and fills Hwang Yeji with spurt after spurt of hot, thick white semen, flooding her pussy, making her already slick walls wet and sloppy with your combined juices. You want to savor it. Want to relish the feeling of cumming inside a woman. But not when she hadn’t cum yet. Not while she was so close.

You hold on, continuing to fuck her even as your sensitive cock screams at you to stop and instead relish the sensations overwhelming your brain. Thankfully your shaft doesn’t let you down, managing to stay stiff enough to continue to fuck the mewling young woman. Her pussy tightens and pulsates, doing its part to keep you hard. Not that you needed much help, not when the sound of her moans and the feel of her sloppy, messy, cum-filled pussy was more than enough to keep you fucking her.

“I’m so… fuck, so fucking close. Your cum… your cum is so hot inside me oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m so close!”

“Fucking cum for me, Yeji. Cum on my cock!”

Your hand at her throat slips to her other shoulder, holding her close now, until her back is almost to your chest. You keep hammering away at her sloppy, messy pussy, feeling your cum and hers drip down your shaft and onto your balls, or spilling from her opening to land in thick drops on the floor.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming oh fuck-”

When she orgasms it’s like someone has tossed gasoline onto the blaze raging at the heart of her. For a few blessed seconds the wildfire turns into a blazing inferno, uncontrolled, uncontrollable. She shakes and quivers and whimpers and sighs. Her pussy clenches around your sore, tired shaft, her movements causing yet more of your slick, thick juices to slip messily from her pussy.

She slumps against the bathroom stall. Your cock is only half stiff now, but still you fuck her with slow movements, pulling it in and out of her, making more and more of a mess of her body. Eventually you slow to a stop. Your cock finally slips out of her to make even more of a mess onto the floor, clear and white juices dripping from your bodies and onto the floor - and Yeji’s pants, still pulled halfway down her now-slick thighs.

You both slump against the bathroom stall’s wall, unable to do much of anything else other than breathe, filling exhausted lungs with much-needed air.

“Fuck,” you both hiss, almost at the same time, and you both giggle, a moment of odd levity amidst the intense passion that has slowly, surely begun to bleed from your bodies.

Yeji stirs, and you take the moment to disengage from her, doing your best to tuck yourself back into your pants as she does the same.

“I think the whole lounge must have heard us fuck,” you say as you both emerge from the stall.

“I don’t give a shit,” is the reply. As you both reach the door to the bathroom, she grasps your upper arm, pulling you towards her and planting a passionate, deep kiss on your unsuspecting lips. You are initially taken aback by it, but soon you settle into the kiss, wrapping your arms around her as it deepens and she slips her mouth next to your ear. “All I care about is how hot your cum feels in my pussy.”

“I thought fucking my handler would bite me in the ass someday?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. But right now, we have time to burn until tomorrow morning,” she says, grasping your hand and leading you out of the bathroom, looking over her shoulder to fixate you with a look that told you all you needed to know about how she intended to burn that time. “…and now I want my entire apartment to hear us fuck.”

In her eyes is fire - undiminished, hungry, a wildfire looking for ever more to consume.

—

Author’s Note: BFH power go!

Yeji giving Ryujin a run for her money for top Itzy bias spot lol.

Pictures

The knock on the door sent a jolt of alarm through your body - but to Im Nayeon it was more of an annoyance than a source of concern.

With considerable sang-froid, Nayeon raises her upper body from the surface of the makeup desk she’d just spent the last few minutes being pressed against by your palm against her back. There is not a single hint of worry or concern at being caught in a compromising position upon her flushed, blushing features - only a complete and utter look of satisfaction at having been given something she’d been craving.

The production assistant at the door informs her that she’s expected on the set in two minutes. He could have said that there was an alien invasion raging outside, and even that wouldn’t have shaken Nayeon’s composure.

She pulls the hem of her patterned dress down over that cute little butt of hers, the soft white and black silk covering up her reddened cheeks - and the bright red palm prints you’d left there that were evidence of her preference for rough treatment during sex. Next she tucks those perfect little tits of hers, still glistening with your saliva, back into her dress before pulling its straps back over her slim shoulders, every movement calm and measured, as though she weren’t just seconds removed from rough, dirty sex.

Nayeon fusses with her hair, trying only half-heartedly to place frazzled, uncooperative chestnut strands back into the places they were in before your little tryst - and before you'd used them as handles to pull back on while you bent her over the table and pounded her. Were one to ignore the slightly disheveled nature of her hair and clothing - and the not-insignificant stream of pearly white semen beginning to drip from her opening, through drenched white silk panties and onto soft, flushed thighs - she would have looked perfectly normal, just another snapshot in the life of a young woman preparing to add to the considerable tally of hours she’d spent in front of flashing cameras.

She turns to you and passes you her phone.

“Take pictures,” she says with a tone of complete and utter nonchalance. She strides lightly to the wall and strikes a pose, sliding one shoulder free of her black cardigan to expose a pale shoulder - which alone would have appeared alluring, had you not seen much more of her tight little body mere minutes before.

Still taken aback by the calm indifference she exuded, you do as you're told, snapping a couple of photos for her perusal. She smiles at the photos you take as you hand the phone back to her. Over her shoulder you can see she is posting the photos you’d just taken to her group’s social media account.

“Now millions of people will see it,” she says, casually, as she steps towards the door. She stops there with one hand on the doorknob before looking back at you with a sly smile that could have been equally at place on the lips of an angel or a devil.

“...but only you will know it was taken with a load full of your cum in my pussy.”

Pink and Purple

You had to admit there was more than a little twinge of jealousy for the man that took position behind Son Chaeyoung at the start of your little tryst.

But Chaeyoung's body did its best to chase those feelings away.

You brush stray strands of pink and purple away from her face, making sure you had a perfect view of her soft features as they twist in pleasure and lust and more than a little discomfort, each thrust of the two cocks into her soft, wet holes sending yet another shock of delicious pleasure coursing through her small, tight body.

The man behind her, drilling fiercely into her ass with little regard for her comfort, ups his pace, his cock pressing tightly against yours through Chaeyoung's tight, slick walls. It was a little more difficult to increase your own pace, what with the mewling, quivering girl straddling your hips as she is sandwiched between you, but you do your best to match him, gripping her small waist with both hands and thrusting upwards into her pussy as hard as your hips and her weight will let you.

Chaeyoung is a mess, a far cry from the perfectly styled idol she was mere minutes ago. Drool drips messily from her lips, followed quickly with tumbles of profanity and the kind of absolute filth that would have shocked anyone used to the squeaky-clean image of her group. Hair frazzled, makeup ruined, clothes mere scraps of cloth hanging from a sweaty, half-naked body - she is no longer a perfectly manufactured idol, and more of a mere toy for the use of two lucky men she chose from amongst the filming crew.

You reach up and rip the last of her clothing from her chest - the beige bikini top. Her small, modest breasts bounce free, to be jolted and rocked with each thrust into their owner's body. Your hands leave her hips to squeeze and pinch the small mounds, fingers closing around taut nipples, relishing the throaty moan that leaves her throat as you do so.

You never want it to end. You could have laid there forever, watching Chaeyoung's small, tight little body being pushed to the limits even as it brought you closer and closer to your own.

The endless, breathless moans that leave her throat tell you that Son Chaeyoung felt much the same.

Crimson

"My god, that was amazing," you say breathlessly as you lean over the bathroom sink, struggling even now to fill starving lungs with much-needed air.

You turn to see her reaction, greeted only with a sly smirk upon those crimson red lips of hers as she washes the shampoo out of her hair. You watch, awestruck, as she finishes washing the white lather out of her hair. Steamy water flows down the perfect curves of her perfect body - perfectwould have been the ideal word to describe Minatozaki Sana... were it not for another word that captured her essence even better than that one.

Mysterious.

There was something about her that made you a little wary, a little on edge, a little unsafe. You'd only known her for a few hours - but already you knew that there was something off about the gorgeous young woman. Perhaps it was the way she spoke; the overly polite and charmingly outdated inflections in her speech made her seem like she belonged in a different era, a different time. Perhaps it was her personality - angel and devil in one, the alluring qualities of both all wrapped up in one irresistible package.

The truth of what made her so alluring seemed just out of reach, as though she were hiding it just behind those lips of hers - lips that seemed to perfectly match the color of freshly spilt blood.

She steps out of the shower, grabbing a white robe from a nearby hook and slipping her arms into it but not bothering to wrap it around herself. She moves towards you, knowing you are helpless to do more than watch the water drip from her perfect body - around full, shapely breasts, over a tight, slim stomach, down long, elegant legs.

When she reaches you she brings a hand to your cheek. She smiles, devilishly and angelically all at once - and in her smile you finally find just what it was that made Minatozaki Sana so mysterious.

When her fangs sink into your neck there is no pain - only a slight pinch, and then a numbness that felt almost pleasant as it spread throughout your body; a lightness, a feeling of all the weights and worries of your world being draw away into nothingness. She guides you down to the bathroom floor, cradling you in her arms like a caring lover, even as her teeth sink ever deeper into your flesh as she drank her fill.

Your eyes are heavy, and you find it difficult to keep them open. As luck would have it you have fallen facing the bathroom mirror. You want to catch one last glimpse of her in its foggy surface, but the last thing you see before darkness takes you is a floating white robe.

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He would live. Unlike others of her kind, Minatozaki Sana never took enough to kill. Only enough to survive. Only enough to slake her unquenchable thirst for another couple of days.

He would wake up in a few hours lightheaded but otherwise okay. The whole experience - the introduction, the sex, the feeding - would seem no more than a hazy dream. She would be long gone. She was already in another city. He was already in her past.

The man that approaches her at the hotel bar, in his expensive suit and perfect hair, fancies himself a ladies man. In Minatozaki Sana he sees a chance to get lucky - an easy target for a quick lay.

He offers to buy her a drink. He thinks her just another young woman out on the town, innocent and naive. He has no idea that better men than him - princes, kings, presidents, dictators - have thought the same of her. He has no idea that she has already lived many more lifetimes than him, and that the long story of her life will continue long after history has forgotten he ever existed.

She finishes her own drink first, swirling the last of the crimson red wine in her glass, enjoying the faint red streaks it left upon the vessel's walls, like arterial spray dripping down a wall. When she smiles she keeps her lips pursed, giving her secrets enough time to slide back into her gums.

"Yes," she says, turning to the man. "I would love a drink."

Comfort

You want to say something when she approaches you on the patio of your apartment. There is a tiredness in her normally soft, warm features, the trials and tribulations of a long day at work having dimmed her normally bright disposition. You want to ask her how her day went, want to ask her if there was anything you could do to relieve some of the tension and fatigue wearing visibly on her face.

The words die on your lips when she presses a finger to them, pushing your head softly backward until it is resting on the reclining chair. She swings one leg over your hips so that she is straddling you.

Your mouth opens again - and again she keeps your words from becoming more than a stifled mumble with a soft finger pressed to your mouth.

Satisfied that she has silenced you, she reaches between your bodies to pull down the elastic waistband of the basketball shorts you are wearing, her long, soft fingers quickly finding your rapidly hardening shaft and pumping it slowly up and down.

As her hands work she bends to kiss you deeply, lips telling you what her words did not - that she was tired, that she was exhausted, and that she needed you simply to be a vent, a release for the frustration that had built up in her throughout the day.

It doesn't take long for you to reach full stiffness - and when you do she wastes no time, taking your shaft between her legs beneath her short, flowing skirt, pushing aside her damp panties with two fingers to allow you inside her.

She dips her hips. She is hot and wet and tight. She gasps, you moan, but no words leave your lips. Only the wordless expressions of relief and pleasure she found in your body fill the air - the kind that transcended the need for such trivialities as human language.

Her hips grind softly against you at first before settling into a gentle but persistent rhythm. Your hands grasp her shapely hips, eyes locked on hers, watching the fatigue being slowly worn way from shut eyes to be replaced slowly, gradually, with pleasure. The grunts and exhalations of effort that initially left her tired lips gradually begin to be replaced with sighs and moans as she brings herself closer and closer to the relief she so desperately needed.

When her eyes burst open they find yours, glad to see the same pleasure she is experiencing evident in your own gaze. She pulls the neckline of her strapless top down, exposing her full, round breasts and the taut nipples atop each one. You admire them for a few delicious moments, delighting in the soft bounce of the large mounds - but your patience only ever ran so long when it came to her chest, and soon you find yourself reaching for them, fingers teasing and squeezing, relishing and savouring.

It must have been only a few minutes that have passed since she entered the apartment. But they feel like forever. Outside on the patio, with no silly man-made constructs like ceilings or walls to frame her, she appeared an angel. The early evening sun's fading light paints her writhing, voluptuous frame in orange and pink and red, each ray of light a stroke of an artist's brush. It looked like heaven. It felt like heaven.

When she reaches her peak a sigh of equal parts pleasure and relief escapes her lips - and that is it, that is enough, and soon you follow her into bliss. She collapses into your arms. Your hands go from her chest to stroking her naked, sweat-misted back as you both struggle to feed hungry lungs with needed oxygen.

Not a word spoken. Only an indescribable, warming, blissful comfort - the kind that can only be found in the arms of a loved one.

Outfit

“I just wish they’d let me go without fucking sleeves for once.”

“You know why they make you wear them.”

“I know. It doesn’t mean I have to like it. At least it’s pretty, though, right?”

“It is. Are they making you wear pants as well?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

She steps away from the mirror - revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything below her waist. 

You gasp audibly, your eyes drinking in the sight of your girlfriend’s slim waist, the slight flare of her hips - and the delicious gap between her legs. She adjusts her grip on her phone, doing her best to give you a full picture of her tight little body through the FaceTime connection.

“Chaeyoung, the door-”

“Fuck the door,” she snaps. Her eyes are focused on her phone’s screen - and through it, on your reaction. Her gaze is direct, lustful, wanton - focused solely on you, and her own need, and nothing else. “Tell me what you think of my outfit.”

“I think… I think that it’s pretty fucking hot.”

The girl smirks - and does a cute little twirl that seemed woefully out of place given the lewd context in which she was presenting herself.

“Chaeyoung,” you force yourself to say, your brain fighting the urge of building within your loins, “you should close the door. If someone sees-”

“Shut up,” she snaps, stepping again towards the mirrors and the makeup drawers beneath them. She pulls one open, snatching a long, cylindrical object before turning around and hopping atop one of the two makeup chairs in the room.

She spreads her legs, creamy thighs parting to give you a clear look at the pink flesh between them. The object in her hands - a long, thick purple dildo - presses against her opening. She swirls the head around her pink, glistening flesh, and her lips open for it, slather it with her slick juices. She lets a small gasp, barely heard through your phone’s speakers, escape her full, plump lips.

“I’ve been so fucking horny all day, all throughout that photoshoot,” she says, words slightly breathless. “Just thinking of what you did to me last night. Thinking of all the ways you fucked me, all the ways you took me, all the times you came on me or in me. Thinking of what you’ll do to me tonight.”

“Jesus, Chaeyoung.”

“Do you like my outfit? Tell me… Tell me what you’d do to me while I wear it.”

“I… I’d tear that fucking top off.”

Her right hand occupied between her legs, the screen swings wildly for a moment as Chaeyoung deposits her phone onto the chair next to her. With the camera focused on the ceiling, you hear a sharp tearing sound - the sound of expensive cloth ripping.

The picture swerves again, and it takes a moment to focus on the mirror, but when it does it becomes clear that Chaeyoung has torn the top from her chest, and while those pesky sleeves remain on her arms, the rest of her top hangs in shreds from her torso, leaving her small, round little breasts and flat torso bare.

“Good,” you hiss in approval. Somewhere along the way your hand had found itself in your pants, and before you know it you are already stroking yourself - in time with the purple rubber thrusting in and out of your girlfriend’s pussy. “I want to see those little tits bounce while I fuck you. I want to see that tight little body of yours take my dick.”

“Yeah? You’d.. you’d fuck me right here? Right in this chair?”

“I think you’re doing a pretty good job of fucking yourself, Chaeyoung. Show me. Show me how you want me to fuck you.”

The girl gasps. She writhes on the makeup chair. Her legs spread wider. Her thighs quiver. Her slick flesh tightens around the hard rubber pistoning in and out of her body. With the press of her thumb on her phone she flips the camera to the front facing one.

You watch, enraptured, as Son Chaeyoung fucks herself on the makeup chair. The camera wanders. Sometimes it is fixed on her blissful, pleasured face - small little features twisted delightfully by the pleasure coursing through her veins. Sometimes it is focused on her body; on those small, delicious little tits and the tight, pierced nipples atop them, on her flat, toned stomach, on her spread legs and the glistening, wet flesh wrapped round hard rubber as she pushes it again and again and again in and out of her pussy.

You were thankful for a lot of things in your life - the loving, caring relationship you had with Son Chaeyoung being one of them. Later that day, and for most of the evening after, you’d be thankful to have her tight, hot little body in your bed.

But right now, watching intently through her phone’s camera as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm, you were especially thankful for a stable wi-fi connection.

Show Me

Work

It felt like electricity - that first touch of skin on skin. It never failed to take your breath away. It never failed to excite you.

Jieun quivers as your hand slips inside her button up blouse, your fingertips sliding slowly across the perfect vanilla skin of her neck and collarbones before diving softly under beige cotton.

“Professor,” she gasps, the words a breathy, airy whisper slipping from lips ajar with surprise and overwhelmed with the prospect of what was about to happen. “Professor…” she repeats, not quite able to finish her sentence, not quite able to vocalise the million thoughts running through her head.

Your fingers reach the bottom of the v-shaped neckline of her top. They slip from within the cotton folds for a moment to undo the buttons the hold it together, before quickly sliding back inside.

She gasps as you touch her again. She sighs as your hand slips inside her bra to cup a soft, trembling breast.

“Professor,” she repeats. “We… I… we sh-”

Her voice cuts out as your fingers closer around a pebbly nipple, already tight and taut with arousal. Whatever she was about to say, her body could not hide the need quickly blossoming inside her small, tight little body.

“What is it, Jieun?” you hiss into her ear, pressing yourself against her back. Her scent overwhelms you. You drink it in, filling yourself with it, with the smell of vanilla and strawberries and young lust only barely held in check by a quickly crumbling sense of propriety.

“Professor, we… we should… get to… get to work on… marking those papers,” she says, struggling to string words together to make sentences, even as your fingertips play merry havoc with her breast. “There’s… so much.. work… ohh!”

Her train of thought is interrupted as you press yourself against her and she feels your hard length against her back. She stumbles forward against the edge of your desk, hands darting out to stablilize herself against it. It causes her to bend over slightly at the waist, and the sight of her in that position excites you. Your free hand moves of its own volition towards her small waist, grasping her by the hip and pulling her back towards your crotch.

She moans for the first time.

“Professor…” she says, the title becoming less formal and more pleading every time she repeats it. You continue to grind your stiffened cock against her ass, the delicious friction of your clothing only serving to heighten the sinful pleasure of the act.

“Yes, Jieun?” you hiss into her ear as she straightens her back to press against you once more. Your hand finds her nipple and gives it a soft pinch, and you delight in the gasp of pleasure that wrenches itself involuntarily from the young woman’s throat.

“Professor,” she says, again, this time in a different tone. “Professor, not like this.”

Her words stop you in your tracks, and it takes every ounce of your self control to pause your fondling of her breast before slowly slipping your hand from her opened top. You were not one to force yourself on a woman, even if this was far from the first time you’d had her in your office.

“I’m sorry, Jieun, I-”

The young woman turns around, facing you for the first time. You expect to see shame and disgust on her features, but instead there is only an unmistakable lust.

Eyes locked on yours, she rips her beige sweater from her shoulders before quickly undoing the simple white bra beneath, freeing her small, round breasts. Even before the bra falls to the floor she is already reaching down to her short plaid skirt, pulling it up her hips until it is bunched up around her waist.

She slides her butt onto your desk, her stocking-clad legs wrapping themselves around your waist, bringing your still-clothed crotch against her hot core. Her eyes, laser-focused on fulfilling her desires, remain locked on yours the whole while.

“I want you like this,” she says, softly and slowly, as her hands make quick work of your belt and zipper, quickly finding and freeing your achingly stiff cock. She gives it a few pumps with her small hand, each stroke sending delicious spikes of pleasure up your spine and directly into your lust-addled mind.

She twists her grip on your shaft, placing its head at her opening. She is wet and hot and dripping, She swirls your tip around her moist folds, making you both groan at the feeling.

“Take me, Professor. I’m yours.”

You are not one to deny such a demand. You place your hands on her soft, warm inner thighs, your palms spreading her apart further. She leans back on the desk, bracing herself with her elbows. She made quite the sight, half-naked, so needy, so wanton. You burn the image into your memory.

Then you slide inside her and all thought flees from your mind.

There is only pleasure - the hot, wet, tight heat of her body, the wordless, airy moans of pleasure and lust that leave her throat, and the overwhelming need to plunge yourself over and over and over between her spread legs.

She matches your need with her own, her own legs wrapping around your waist, ankles hooking around your back, locking you in. She finally breaks eye contact with you to shut her eyes, unable to hold your gaze amidst the feel of your hard, stiff length penetrating her, stretching her out, filling her again and again.

She gasps and moans and cries wordless cries of pleasure and lust, an airy tone. You grunt and sigh, a deep bass. Wet skin slaps against wet skin, and the hard length pumping relentlessly inside her body causes the juices flowing freely from her opening to add a slick, juicy melody to the orchestra of pleasuring playing a private concert inside your office. The concert lasts for minutes or hours. You didn’t know, didn’t care. You only wanted to listen to the music, and only wanted it to last forever.

Your force eyes open - eyes you hadn’t known were closed - to watch her as you take your pleasure from her. Her face, so cute and pleasant and demure, is twisted in pleasure and lust and things far-from-demure. Her small, round little breasts bounce deliciously with each impact of your hips on hers, nipples tight and taut, just begging for a mouth to be latched onto them.

But between her legs is the real prize - and you watch, enraptured, as your slick cock draws out from between wet pink lips, her body wrapping itself tightly around your length as though not wanting to let it go. But it lasts only a moment, and soon your cock thrusts back inside Jieun’s tight little body, filling it once more with cock, making her moan, making her yours.

You watch, as if in a drunken stupor, as your cock penetrates her again and again. Her hand interrupts your reverie, shakes you back into the present. She grasps your right hand by the wrist and pulls it up her body until it is at her throat.

The wordless, breathy sighs of pleasure leaving her throat in an unending stream is interrupted by a single phrase, a single demand.

“…choke me, Professor, choke me when you fill me with cum!”

Your hand closes around her pale, trembling throat. Her cries of pleasure turn into airy, breathless gasps. And that’s it, that’s the end of you.

Your cock spasms right along with the rest of your body as it sends thick ropes of semen into her warm, wet body. She moans with each jet of warm cum that you spurt into her pussy, but it only barely manages to leave her throat as a gasp. Your hand tightens around her windpipe with each spurt of hot semen that you leave inside her. It should scare her.

Instead it makes her cum.

She spasms and tightens around your still-orgasming cock and you think for a moment that the pleasure might kill you, might be too much for your brain to handle. Your world becomes a hot haze of pleasure, and you are only barely cognizant of the warm pulsing of her throat beneath your palm, and your still-quivering cock leaving the last of its load of cum inside Jieun’s pulsating pussy.

It takes a few minutes for you both to recover. Neither of you cared. Not when time was rendered irrelevant by the need to recover from such an overwhelming deluge of emotion and feeling.

When you come to your senses you are leaning over her, hands on the desk beside her torso. Her legs, still trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm, are still wrapped around your waist, unwilling to let you leave her body.

Her eyes flutter open, and you notice the lust that pervaded them earlier has been only slightly diminished - even while you are still embedded hilt-deep inside her cum-stuffed pussy.

She begins to leak semen. It drips from around your cock and onto your desk.

“We should… get to work, Professor,” she says, softly. You scoff, smiling to yourself before you slowly slip from her body, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. You watch, intently, as the slow drip of cum from her pussy becomes a sizeable flow, making a mess of your desk.

You sheepishly begin to tuck yourself back into your pants, but Jieun hops off the desk and stops you with a hand on your forearm. Her eyes find yours, and her hand drifts down to your slick, wet cock.

“I thought you wanted to get to work, Jieun?”

“I do,” she says, before dropping to her knees. Her tongue darts out to lick the slick juices from your half-stiffened cock. She takes the entire length into her mouth, and you find yourself gasping aloud once more as her tongue works your shaft back into arousal.

“We have plenty of work to do,” she says, between licks and sucks of your cock. “Plenty of work to do...”

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Author’s Note: BFH successfully sparked lol

Wedding Guest

Author’s Note: Dedicated, with love, to @nsfwflint​ and @themanthemyththeverite​. I am thankful for your friendship and support <3

Unedited, written for fun in an hour, please don’t take this as an indicator my skill as a writer lol. Just having some fun writing pointless smut, the way we all should.

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It was an abomination.

Yes, it was dressed up - hand-tossed crust, perfectly seasoned tomato sauce, artisanal mozzarella - hell, even the primary offender was imported, picked at the peak of its ripeness and perfectly sliced into perfect little cubes. It was even prepared like something you’d find at a first class restaurant, on a large plate, a decorative drizzle of what was surely the finest extra virgin olive oil atop it. The quality of the ingredients and the skill apparent in the preparation of said ingredients were impressive.

But it was still an abomination.

Your date seemed not to mind, given the way she was more or less shoving the thing - you hesitated to call it anything resembling food - into her mouth. Only a sideways glance from you was enough to tear her attention away from the irreparable damage she was doing to her digestive system.

“Oh, shit,” she says with a sheepish smile, putting her slice of obscenity down and dabbing at the tomato sauce on her lips with a napkin. “Sorry. I’m starving. We’re pretty busy at work and I haven’t eaten anything all day.”

“It’s fine, Nayeon,” you reply, reaching for your glass of wine. Even being in the proximity of the plated atrocity in front of you left you needing to wash its taste out of your mouth. “At least someone here is enjoying the food.”

“You’re being silly,” she chides, giving you a playful slap on the forearm. “You should at least try it. You don’t want to be that guy at your friends’ wedding,” she adds, with a nod of her head towards the head table.

You follow her gaze, past the other guests and towards the table at the front of the ballroom, where the two grooms are engaged in various displays of adorable newlywed bliss. It would have been a beautiful sight were it not for the crime against humanity playing out on the plate in front of you.

With a fork, you poke at the affront to thousands of years of human culinary advancement on your plate. God forbid you actually touch the thing with your bare skin.

“They decided to serve this at their wedding. Are they really still my friends?”

Nayeon scoffs and gives you a friendly punch to your upper arm.

“C’mon. Nothing’ll get you to eat it?”

“Nothing,” you reply, taking another sip of your wine.

“Absolutely nothing?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

When Nayeon doesn’t immediately reply, you glance over at her to find her eyes locked on yours.

There is a small, sly smile on her perfect red lips.

There are other guests at the table - fellow members of the community you shared with the grooms - but suddenly, none of them matter.

Only the sight of Nayeon’s tongue sliding over her full lips exists.

She returns her gaze to what remained of the horror show on her plate, but the smile remains. Devious. Devilish. Plotting.

Beneath the table, her hand makes its way towards your crotch.

You were only partially surprised by her actions, given her propensity for daring sexual acts. Thus far it had only been limited to trysts in dressing rooms or closed, empty conference rooms and the like - never in such a crowded area, with your colleagues and friends mere feet away, sharing the same table and stuffing their faces with something that was surely outlawed by the Geneva Convention.

Her fingers reach your belt, and with admirable and impressive dexterity, she manages to undo the buckle. The zipper follows.

You gasp.

Nayeon’s fingers flinch against your clothed cock, ready to withdraw should your involuntary exhalation draw the attention of your fellow guests - but thankfully it doesn’t even draw a glance. The senses of those around you must have surely been dulled by the slices of tasteless savagery they were ingesting.

She continues.

Her fingers hook into your boxers, drawing the elastic waistband down, past your growing bulge. Your cock springs free, already semi-stiff.

You hazard a glance at her. She picks up her slice of crime, and brings it to her mouth.

Cherry red lips part. You catch a glimpse of her tongue as it darts out slightly to cradle the culinary monstrosity, pulling it between her lips.

As it enters her mouth, her long, soft fingers wrap themselves around your cock.

You gasp again - an involuntary reaction, air rushing from unprepared lungs. You reach for your glass of wine once more, taking a sip, doing anything to disguise the act going on beneath the table. You notice, with some small amusement, that your hand is shaking as you bring the glass to and from your lips.

Nayeon chews on the morsel of outrage in her mouth, tastebuds obviously too far gone to even recognise the damage being done to them. Her lips still curl upward. She is still smiling.

One pump. Two. A squeeze. A tightening of her fingers around your now-stiff shaft. More pumping. You gasp. You do your best to disguise it as a cough.

The other guests pay you no mind, thinking it just a clearing of your throat. Nayeon knows better. She gives you a glance. Your eyes lock. All the while she is pumping your cock beneath the tablecloth.

The lights dim. A spotlight illuminates the podium at the front of the banquet hall. It appears the best man has begun his speech - although his voice sounds distant, as though he were far away. Truth be told you weren’t even sure he was speaking English. Nonetheless, you are thankful for this particular part of the wedding tradition, because it meant the lights were dimmed, and the attention of everyone in the room was fixed on the other side of the hall.

And away from your girlfriend and her devilish smile.

Nayeon licks her lips. She gives the other guests a quick glance, ensuring they are too engrossed in the poison they are ingesting or the stories of the grooms’ love or both. With a flexibility and stealth that would remind you later of a ninja sneaking about, she slips beneath the table.

Her hands push apart your knees, and you feel her slip between your legs.

Her hand wraps itself around your cock again, long, silky fingers tight around your shaft. One pump. Two. You feel the breath hitch in your throat. Three. You feel her warm breath on your trembling tip.

Then she takes you into her mouth.

You moan.

You do your best to turn it into a cough, as though you were clearing your throat of some morsel of evil that had lodged itself into your windpipe. Your fellow guests pay you no heed.

Her wet, hot mouth slides down your shaft. Her tongue, insistent and wet and wriggling, slides against the underside of your cock as she devours you.

Some indeterminate amount of time later - it might have been a second, it might have been a decade - you feel your tip reach the back of her throat.

By sheer luck, the best man appears to have told a joke - if the hearty laughs and giggles that erupt from the crowd are any indication. It all sounds muffled, far away; but you are thankful nonetheless for the distraction. You use the sound to disguise the pleasure-induced gasp that escapes your lips.

You can almost feel Nayeon smile around a mouthful of cock.

She slowly draws your wet, slick cock out from between her lips. Slowly, cheeks hollowed and lips tight around your shaft, she takes you in and out of her mouth. She slides her tongue around your tip with each exit, presses it tightly against your underside with each entry - just the way she knew you liked. She takes you in and out and in and out. She sucks and licks and blows you and it’s all you can do to not moan your pleasure out loud.

The pleasure builds. Each movement of her lips and mouth and tongue brings you closer and closer to a peak that you never wanted to reach. She sucks. She pumps with her fingers around the base of your shaft. She sucks. She flicks the tip of her tongue benath the rim of your sensitive head. She sucks. She takes the entirety of you into her mouth.

She takes your tip into her throat.

You bring your hand to your mouth, and you moan into your palm. Your free hand reaches beneath the table, grasping her naked shoulder, tracing a path up the side of her face and reaching the top of her head.

You wouldn’t want to bang her head on the table, after all.

But you had ulterior motives.

Your hand pushes down on the crown of her skull. Your tip goes deeper and deeper down her throat. She is so tight. So wet. So hot.

She almost gags. She fights it. It sends a delicious vibration of sound onto your cock that turns into a wonderful spike of pleasure.

Your entire head is in her throat.

“Fuck,” you hiss out loud.

The guest closest to you on your left turns halfway to face you, evidently having heard your curse. There is a slight look of concern on his face. His glance turns to Nayeon’s empty seat.

You smile and shake your head before leaning over as best you could towards his shoulder.

At the same time, you push Nayeon’s head further down your cock.

She almost chokes.

“Don’t worry about it, Senhor - she just had something in her throat,” you whisper into your fellow guest’s ear, adding a smile, “but she’s fine.” He seems satisfied by your explanation - not that he really cared to begin with. Giving you a weak smile in return, he turns his attention back to the best man at the podium, little knowing that the man next to him was hilt deep inside his girlfriend’s mouth.

Your hand releases Nayeon’s head from your shaft. Her mouth leaves you for a moment, and while it is faint, you can almost hear a soft cough emanate from beneath the tablecloth as she clears her throat.

But it doesn’t stop her. Her hand, having never left your cock, pumps your now-slick shaft up and down while she recovers.

Soon she is on you again. Soon your cock finds itself surrounded by the tight, hot, wet confines of Im Nayeon’s mouth. Soon your eyes shut once more, unable to process anything aside from the spikes of delicious pleasure emanating from your crotch with each bob of the young woman’s head between your legs.

She has upped her rhythm. She is sucking you hard, fiercely, roughly - as though she were angry with you. You’d received your fair share of angry blowjobs from her, usually after a fight or disagreement. You knew one when you got one.

They were always the best.

The hand at your base pumps up and down with her mouth as she takes only your top half in and out between her lips. The increased friction of her fingers, along with the ample lubrication of her spit and your pre-cum, makes you shiver in pleasure. You do your best to hide it, but you are relying more than ever on the best man to distract those around you from noticing what was happening beneath the table.

You probably owed the guy a drink when this was all said and done.

Nayeon takes you in and out, in and out, in and out. Her mouth bobs up and down on your cock, a hot, wet, tight sleeve, every muscle in her face and neck and shoulders working to bring you closer and closer to orgasm.

The hand at the back of her skull tightens around her scalp.

Her mouth leaves you for a moment. Her hand continues to pump away at your length.

You knew what she was about to do. You knew what it meant. You’d seen it dozens of times.

And you loved it each and every time.

Hand pumping at your cock, she slips the tip of her tongue beneath the sensitive ridge of your cockhead, swirling it around the tip in a clockwise motion. After completing one rotation she slips the tip of her tongue into your weeping slit.

She does it again and again. You get closer and closer and closer until you can’t take a moment more-

You pull her head down, forcing your cock into her mouth, burying your entire length inside her hot, wet cavern.

Your orgasm overtakes your senses with a force you weren’t expecting. Your entire body goes rigid, hand clamping down on the back of her skull. Your eyes, momentarily opened in a vain attempt to appear normal, shut once more. For a few moments, you could have sworn you died.

Your cock swells as it fills with semen. Then it erupts, sending hot, thick cum into the back of Nayeon’s throat. One, two, three, four, five thick ropes, each more forceful than the last.

Nayeon gags on the sheer volume of it, and only by an intense amount of concentration does she will herself to keep your spasming cock in her mouth as you empty yourself inside it. You feel her mouth work to swallow it all down, sending the thick semen down her greedy throat and into a waiting stomach.

The entire wedding hall could have turned to watch you cum inside your girlfriend’s mouth, and you wouldn’t have cared one bit.

The next few seconds are a blur.

In what would seem at the moment to be completely fitting - but would later become obvious as hilarious coincidence - the guests around you begin to applaud. It takes you only a moment or two more to realize they are applauding the best man, who has finally finished his speech with a toast.

Out of nowhere, Nayeon reappears in her seat. She, like the guests around you, are lifting up a glass at the best man’s request.

“To the newlyweds!” he says, and the crowd joins in the moment. Glasses clink and smiles are shared. Absentmindedly, you grab your half-forgotten glass of wine and, locking eyes with Nayeon, join in the cheers.

Her lips glisten. In the corner of her mouth, leaking from between her lips, is a drop of glistening fluid that appears for only a moment before her tongue licks it away.

She brings her glass of wine to her lips, and with a wicked smile, she takes a sip.

Sometime later, once the desserts have come and gone, the grooms tour the tables to mingle with their guests.

“How was the meal? We picked out that menu especially for you,” one of them says with a cheerful clap on your back.

Your brain bends every cell in its structure towards finding the correct synonym for revolting. Once found, the word forms on your tongue and your lips-

“-it was delicious,” Nayeon answers, placing a hand atop yours, smile beaming.

“I knew you’d love it,” the other groom adds, a moment before another guest steals their attention away.

Once they have left, Nayeon returns her attention to the cup of coffee she has been nursing. On her lips is a slim, sly smile. She takes a pours a little cream into it before stirring it with a teaspoon and taking a sip, every movement calm and measured, as though she weren’t just a few minutes removed from committing the most brazen sexual act she’d ever done in her life.

“Still not a fan of pineapples, huh?” she says, stirring her coffee again.

“Nope. And no amount of under the table blowjobs will convince me otherwise.”

Nayeon’s smile widens slightly. She loved a challenge.

Her slim, pale hand reaches towards what was left of her pizza. With two fingers she picks off one of the pieces of diced villainy from a slice.

She holds it in the air between you, staring at it, holding it against the dim light of the banquet hall as though it were a glistening jewel.

Then, ensuring she had your full attention, her hand disappears beneath the table.

Your eyes remain locked on hers. She bites her lip, softly. For a brief, solitary moment, her face and its soft, delicate features twists slightly. The barest, airiest of gasps leaves her lungs and escapes between her lips.

She brings her mouth to your ear.

“I think now it’ll taste a little better.”

She stands. She bends again, and her lips brush against the side of your face.

“Come find it.”

Im Nayeon leaves the table, heading in the general direction of the hallway that leads to the bathrooms.

You smile, down the rest of your glass of wine, and follow her.

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