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[andysang196]

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[coldfanbou]

Lewd thoughts on Jihyo’s new Barrel photos taken by the beach?

Mommy at the beach 🥵

Jihyo just loved being at the beach for this shoot. She got to lay around the beach. The best part, though? She got all the free "sunscreen" she could desire.

It was a little hard to get, though. Jihyo's hands were working overtime, running along the lengths of two photographers with a third in her mouth. Jihyo smiled as they grabbed her tits. They played with her sensitive nipples, making her moan softly. Jihyo kept her smile as she stared at the men before her eyes shifted to the line behind them.

She started to bob her head, letting her tongue lap at his sides. Her wrists twisted as she moved them along the others' shaft. The way Jihyo wasmoving was bringing them closer to their climax. Deciding it was time, she moved her mouth to one of the others. Everyone just barely managed to get a turn with Jihyo's warm and skiled mouth before they came.

When it was finally time to cum, Jihyo shut her eyes and sped her hands along the two lucky men; the third had to jerk off to her pretty face as she begged to be cummed on. "Do it, give me all that dirty cum. Cover me in it." She begged. It didn't take any longer; they shot their loads onto her face, painting the idol as she wished. The semen splattered on her forehead, got in her hair, and some of it glued one eye shut. Jihyo wiped that off her face and smiled as the next three guests brought their cocks to her. They were ready to offer Jihyo their "sunscreen."

[coldfanbou]

Momo's Secret

The name was too obvious not to go with, despite also not being very good. Anyway. Here we are. Momo just loves getting filled in this smut.

Length 2K

Momo X Mreader

“Good job, everyone!” Jihyo chirped, raising her hands high into the air in a stretch. “The Twice members pat each other on the back for their performance at the fashion show. “Now that the show is over, we can have a little fun,” Jihyo said, a devilish smile forming. Nayeon, Tzuyu, and Momo each knew what that smile meant. They clasped each other's hands, waiting for their leader to make the announcement. Jihyo brought her arms around Nayeon and Momo, bringing all three of her members closer. “We’re going to get some nice hard cocks for our hard work.” Nayeon and Momo were giddy with excitement. “I’ve already had everything settled. Make sure to keep these clothes on for your lovers, girls.” Jihyo pulled away from the group and giggled. She grabbed one of the robes provided by Victoria’s Secret and put it on over her stage outfit before tossing the others' robes. “Let’s get back to the hotel.” The women grabbed their belongings and left the event quickly, wanting to spend as much time as possible with their lovers for the night. It was all they could talk about along the way. 

When they arrived at their hotel, they rushed to their rooms, waving goodbye to each other for the night. Momo got to her door. She pursed her lips, trying to hold back her smile as she turned the knob and went inside.

It didn’t take long for her to get to work. Within a minute, the idol was between your legs, bobbing her head quickly, the tongue swirling around your cock. It didn’t matter that Momo couldn’t get the whole thing in her mouth. She more than made up for it as she put her full focus on more than just your cock. Seeing that she couldn’t get your thick cock down her throat, Momo pulled back and ran her lips along your shaft. Her tongue moved up and down, claiming every spot for itself before she moved even lower. 

The young woman eyed you with lust as she sucked on your balls, her tongue playing with them as she stroked your cock. Once you were nice and slick, Momo slipped the top of her bodysuit off, letting it hang around her midsection. She reached back, unclipping her pink bra and tossing it aside. Momo’s heavy tits were free now, and the young woman brought them closer to you, placing your cock between the large mounds. Momo moved them along your shaft, the soft flesh making you moan. “Tonight we’re going to play Mommy and Daddy.” The young woman stared at you as she continued to stroke your cock with her pillowy mounds.

“And it’s not a safe day today.” The words stuck for a moment. Momo was playing with the idea of safe days. Those sorts of things excited her. “So, Daddy, I hope you have a lot of baby batter for me. I want it all inside me tonight. Mommy needs you to put a baby inside her.” Your cock twitched at the idea of getting an idol pregnant. You were used to this sort of talk in your line of work, but coming from someone so famous, there was another level to it.  Momo brought her head down and stuck her tongue out, swirling it around the tip of your cock. Your cock slid easily between her slick tits, making the waves of pleasure come quicker now. 

Momo didn’t want you to cum on her tits, though. She began to slow down, pressing her lips against your tip, smothering it before pulling back with a pop. “I can’t wait anymore.” Momo rises and pushes you onto your back. You both move further onto the bed, and Momo straddles you, rocking her hips back and forth. You both moan, the piece of cloth between Momo’s legs was the only thing keeping you apart. Momo kneeled and moved the bottom of her bodysuit to the side, her puffy lips in full view now. The idol supported herself with one hand as she squats above your cock. She licked her lips and steadied herself. Momo grabs your cock and strokes it slowly, “This big boy is going to feel so good stretching out my little cunt.” Momo aligns herself with your cock and sinks onto it. She gives a long guttural moan as your cock spreads her walls apart. Her entire body tingles. Momo was right. Your cock felt so good inside her, splitting her in half. She was almost drooling. 

Momo didn’t waste time; she began to bounce on your cock. The pleasure was fantastic, her walls were squeezing you tightly as she rode you. You watched as her tits jiggled and bounced along with her. The small brown nipples were a hypnotic sight. You placed your hands on Momo’s waist and slowly moved them upward. You took one breast in each hand and squeezed them, the soft mounds filling the gaps between your fingers. Momo moaned loudly, loving the way you used her body like a toy. Her moans continued as you tugged at her nipples. The pain and pleasure mixed together beautifully. 

Momo’s body went into autopilot as the pleasure continued to ramp up. It moved faster. With your cock slick with her juices, it was easy for Momo to slam herself down. She placed her hands on your chest, supporting herself again as she got closer to her climax. You moved your hands back down Momo’s body, grabbing the plump piece of flesh that was her ass. You brought your hand down on it, making Momo groan. “More, more!” She moaned. You gave her another slap, and then another. You brought both hands down on her ass, the stinging pain feeding into Momo’s pleasure. “That’s it, Daddy, spank me,” Momo grunted through gritted teeth. She kept her head down, struggling to hold back her climax. Each slap was bringing her one step closer. Momo imagined how red her ass must’ve been now. The image helped push her over the edge. Momo’s walls clamped down on your cock. “I’m cumming!” Momo drove herself onto your cock, body shaking as she came on you. Her head shot back as she felt your first load painting her walls. Momo held her body as still as she could, wanting to get every drop inside her, but her body wouldn’t follow her wishes. She fell forward onto your chest. 

Momo was breathing heavily, panting to catch her breath as she felt your cum slipping out of her cunt. The final spurts of your orgasm paint her reddened ass. Momo kissed your chest, taking heavy breaths. “Oh, fuck, that felt so good.” Momo’s eyes would shut for a moment; the young woman was struggling to keep herself awake. Momo's soft cheek pressed against your skin, and her hands moved up and down your side. Sweat built up on her body, and her hair clung to her skin. Momo gave your chest a gentle kiss before looking into your eyes.

“C’mon, Daddy, let’s keep going,” Momo whispered in a low tone, her lips curling into a smile as she lay on top of you. Her body was slick at this point; both of you had been going for a while now. Momo’s clothes were barely hanging on; the open body suit she had worn was clinging to her waist, the shoulder straps were completely off, and the pink bra she had worn was tossed somewhere around the room. Still, the young woman wanted more. “Just a little more, Daddy, give Mommy a baby.” Momo groaned, rising off your body and rubbing her slit against your cock, your cum leaking out from between her puffy lips as she prepared herself for another round. Momo pressed the tip of your cock against her entrance and sank back down onto it, throwing her head back and moaning softly as your cock stretched her again. “Oh, fuck,” she said, lingering on each word as she began to move a moment later. Momo placed her hands on your chest, using them to support herself as she rode you. Her thick thighs quivered with each movement, but she continued, saliva running from the corner of her mouth as she reveled in the pleasure. “It’s so big,” she murmured, struggling to keep her pace as her body began to give out on her. 

You took the reins back from Momo, grabbing her waist and thrusting as she came back down onto your cock. Momo’s body tensed at the sudden movement from you. “Fuck.” Momo gulped, moaning as your thrusts sped up. “That’s it.” A smile grew on Momo’s face as you flooded her body with pleasure. “Fuck me, fuck this tight pussy.” You pulled Momo in and rolled her onto her back. You thrust into her quickly, her slick walls rubbing against every sensitive inch of you. Your hands slipped down her body, ending up at her thighs. You gripped the firm pieces of meat tightly as you drove your cock deep into the idol. Momo brought her hands beside her head, gripping the bedsheets as you brought her to another climax. 

The young woman cried out, her body shaking, her hips rocking back and forth quickly as you continued to move. You leaned in close and pressed your lips against her, your tongue invading her mouth as one of your hands squeezed her heavy mounds. Under your mounting pressure, Momo felt like she was suffocating. Her body wasn’t allowed to come down from her climax. Your continued thrusts and touch made her keep cumming. She couldn’t get a word out. When you gave her a moment to breathe, moans would flow from her lips. Momo wrapped her legs around you, her body moving on its own as her mind shut down in favor of animalistic mating. She pushed you deeper, your cock that was already splitting her in two was reaching new areas, hitting her in just the right spots. The idol wrapped her arms around, and they hung loosely as you drove your cock into her. Momo’s walls squeezed you tightly as she came, trying to make you cum and milk you of every drop you had left. 

Your peak was coming soon, and you knew it. Momo could’ve figured out the same thing if her mind was working at all. When you looked at her, you saw her eyes nearly shut, tongue poking out from between her lips as she panted. You sped up your thrusts again, before impaling Momo on your cock, shooting your baby batter right into her womb. Momo cried out in pleasure, her hands ran through your hair as her legs locked around your lower half tightly. 

The young woman could feel your seed flooding her body again. For a moment, it clicked that she could actually get pregnant from this. The thought only made the experience more euphoric. In her pleasure-addled brain, Momo didn’t mind getting pregnant if it meant she could have more of your cock. If she could’ve spoken, Momo would have begged to be filled again and again. Warmth spread across Momo’s body as you pumped her full of cum again. Her body gradually relaxed around you, giving you the ability to pull out. The moment you did, the bottom of her body suit covered her slit up. Keeping your cum pressed against her body. That only lasted for a moment, though, as Momo pulled it back to the side and touched herself. One hand on her while the other massaged her breast. The idol’s movements slowed down as she drifted off to sleep, cum spilling out onto the bed. 

A knock on the door caught your attention. Before you could get out of bed, the door swung open, and Jihyo, Tzuyu, and Nayeon came in. Their eyes widened as they caught Momo passed out on the bed, globs of your cum flowing out of her. The women exchanged glances, smiles creeping up on their faces, before they undid the belts of their robes. Each woman dropped their robe to the floor, leaving nothing to cover their body. Nayeon shut the door behind her before all three of the nude women approached you. Your night was not any closer to ending.

[coldfanbou]

Purchased and Plowed

Wifey Mina has been sold to pay for her husband's debt. Good thing she actually likes it.

Length 2.5K

Mina X Mreader

Mina took deep breaths, keeping her eyes shut as she mentally prepared herself for what was going to happen. It wasn’t the first time, and she was sure it wasn’t going to be the last. She just had to keep up the act. Mina grabbed her arms as they shook. She remembered the last time they had come here. He had promised that it wouldn’t happen again, but as it turned out, that was a lie. Now here she was, ready to be the bargaining chip. After the first experience, Mina had learned a lot about herself, mainly that she loved fucking other men. Still, she had to keep up the pretext that she didn’t want to go through with it. 

In her mind, however, Mina was imagining all the things that could happen. The aphrodisiacs were going to be a repeat; at the very least, she was sure about it. Other than that, everything could be different. A part of her hoped that it would be a group again; she vividly remembered all the hands that touched her body—the way she was used like a piece of meat. Mina gripped her arms, her breathing quickening as she reveled in that memory. There was a knock on the door, bringing her out of her memories. She stood up quickly and bowed as the door opened. 

“Come along, it's time.” Mina rose from her bow and followed the worker, her dress, if you could call it that, flowing with every step. The “dress” could easily be considered lingerie. The skirt portion only covered the sides, leaving the front and back of Mina’s body exposed; her silk panties were the only thing keeping people from seeing her bare slit. The body of the dress was also revealing, pushing up Mina’s breasts while giving an ample view of her bosom. In general, Mina’s outfit would be considered something of a slutty bride. The idea of being taken in such an outfit aroused Mina further. 

Soon, Mina was led to the center of the stage. She placed her hands over her crotch, covering it as much as she could while you and the other customers stared at her from your rooms. The platform Mina stood on spun slowly as an announcer came over the speakers. “Our next piece is Mina. Standing at 163 centimeters, the 28-year-old office worker is here to repay her husband’s gambling debts. If enough money isn’t raised in the first round, she’ll be put back on stage until her husband’s debt is settled after the first customer has had their fill of her, of course.” Mina shivered. She imagined herself being presented to the buyers again, panties around her ankles, cum running down her leg, while her makeup was ruined. 

“Let’s start the bidding at one million yen.” The announcer told everyone. “One million yen,” he repeated as one of the lights over the rooms lit up. “How about two?” Another light turned on a second later. Mina stood in the center, turning her head when she noticed another light go up, then another. Soon, she was up to ten million yen, already more than she made in a year. Mina listened as it doubled, then tripled. 

“At this point, the amount should cover the debt,” Mina thought to herself. The bids continued, though. 

When the bids began to slow down, a screen lit up, visible to each customer. “Please continue bidding. This is a reminder of what this young woman can do.” Mina looked at the screens, her face turning red. A video of her last experience here was playing, it must’ve been late into it as her face was covered in cum, almost glistening as she sucked on a customer’s cock. Mina covered her eyes, keeping a small gap between her fingers open so she could watch herself. The lustful look on her face, the way her muffled moans filled the room. Mina could remember that moment vividly, especially the way the customer had filled her throat with cum. The video shifted downward, toward her cunt. Mina felt like her face was on fire as she watched herself beg for it harder. As much as she would’ve claimed it was the aphrodisiacs making her act that way, Mina knew it was who she really was. 

The bids sped up again, continuing to rise. The amount reached one hundred million yen, then stopped. The announcer called for another bid once, then twice, before finally the matter was settled. The platform Mina was on came to a stop, and her buyer’s door opened. The earlier worker returned to the platform and handed Mina a drink. The young woman spun it in its glass, the purple hue shining brilliantly under the lights. Mina knew the process; she drank it all in one go, the sickly sweet taste making her wince slightly. Mina put her hands to her side and walked toward the room. Her body felt warm all over. As she stepped inside, she laid eyes on you. 

The door shut behind her, and Mina was left all alone with you, her eyes glued to your cock. She bit her fingertip as she stared, her panties already wet. The aphrodisiac she drank was already hitting her, the strength of it making her head spin. “Come over here,” you tell the young woman. Mina takes a few steps toward you before you stop her. “On your knees.” Mina follows along, kneeling before crawling toward you, her hips swaying with each move. You stroke your cock in front of the young woman, her eyes never leaving it, her mouth filling with slobber as she nears you. 

Mina opened her mouth as she reached you, sticking her tongue out. You give the young woman a slight nod as Mina wraps her lips around your shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip as she places her hands on your lap. You push Mina’s head down, forcing her to take your cock further. She does so with ease, bobbing her head. You grunt. Mina was enjoying this as far as you could tell. “You’re a secret slut, aren’t you?” Mina doesn’t answer; she can barely hear you as she focuses solely on your cock, her legs becoming slick with her nectar the longer she tastes you. You chuckle, seeing the young woman so focused on you. You push her head further, your cock hitting the back of her throat. 

Mina’s forced away, gagging on your cock. A strand of saliva connects her lips to you. She breathes heavily, her eyes half-lidded as she looks at you. You push Mina down again, slapping your cock against her tongue. She giggles as you tease her; she wants nothing more than your cock right now. You let go of the young woman and order her to stand up. Once she rises, you tap her legs, signalling her to straddle you. Mina does so slowly, her cunt rubbing against your shaft. You force her dress down, revealing her modest tits to you. You place one hand on her chest, kneading the soft flesh before pulling her nipple between your thumb and index finger: Mina winces, a soft moan escaping her lips. “You like this, don’t you?” 

You had meant the situation, being sold for a time and fucked by strangers. Mina, with her clouded mind, only thought you meant the pain. “I love it,” You smile and pull on her nipple again. Mina moans in response, her hips rocking back and forth as she becomes hungrier. You let go of her tit and slide your hand over her panties, feeling her wet slit. “I-I need it,” Mina moaned. 

You slide Mina’s panties to the side and rub her slit. She lets out a gasp, letting it turn into a moan. “You’re a dirty little bride,” 

“I’ll be your dirty little bride,” Mina replies quickly. She presses her body against yours, moaning as your fingers slide into her needy cunt. “Mmm, deeper, please.” You push your fingers deeper into Mina, then pull them out. Mina’s about to question you until she feels your cock slide into her. She arches her back and fills the room with her moan as your cock stretches her. With your hands on her waist, you pull Mina down, forcing every inch into her tight body. Her legs shake as she feels you moving inside her. Mina can hardly catch her breath before you bounce her on your cock a few times. Her mind goes hazy from the sudden influx of pleasure. 

“Ride me,” Mina nods at your request and steadies herself. It was hard to balance on the couch with her heels on, so she threw them off before holding onto your shoulders and beginning to move. Mina moves slowly at first, or she tries to, but you grab her waist and speed her up. Mina moans loudly as you get her up to speed. When you let go, she’s moving quickly on her own. Her muscles flexing and making her walls tighten around you. 

“I-is this good, sir?” Mina moans through heavy breaths. You spank the young woman, feeling her firm ass for the first time. You keep your hands on the firm pieces of flesh, aiding Mina as she bounces on your cock. As the aphrodisiac grows stronger in her body, Mina speeds up further. You spank Mina, making her grit her teeth as the pain mixes with pleasure. 

“That’s it, bounce on it, whore,” Mina follows your orders, bouncing on your cock quickly, occasionally stopping to grind against you, but quickly going back to moving. Mina moans as you knead her ass, her walls tightening as she nears her first climax. You help Mina further along, ramming your length into her. Mina cries out in pleasure as you drive your cock deep into her cunt. She cums first, sinking onto your cock as her legs give out. You move her along your cock a few more times before burying yourself inside her warm cunt and sullying the “bride.” 

You give the young woman a moment to rest, letting your cum swim around inside her womb before lifting her off your cock. You stand up and drag Mina to her feet, turning her toward the glass behind you. Mina had hardly noticed it when she came in. You rub your cock against her slick folds and push back in slowly. Mina moans softly as you fill her again, her train of thought interrupted. 

You pull out and drive your cock into Mina’s tight cunt, pressing her against the window. The cold glass rubs against her nipples, making her moans grow louder. You hold one of Mina’s arms against her back as you thrust into her. Mina was loving your forcefulness; her husband was never like this. She would push her ass back against you, trying to get you in deeper, even though you were already ramming into her womb. You spanked the firm pieces of flesh. “Fuck,” Mina grunted out, the pain and pleasure mixing into beautiful bliss as you continued to use her body. You watched her body bounce against yours, her ass jiggling violently as you slammed against it. Mina was already nearing her climax; she could hardly contain herself. “I’m cumming, sir,” she whined. You ignore the young woman’s warning and continue to drive your cock into the warm cavern, her walls clamping down on your cock. They flexed around you constantly, massaging your cock. 

“Don’t cum yet. I have a surprise for you,” you tell the young woman. Unfortunately, Mina couldn’t control herself. Her knees knock against each other as you take her from behind. Her walls try to milk you despite you needing a little bit longer to cum. You could feel her body’s desperation, the neediness she had. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for cumming, sir.” Mina moaned, head pressed against the glass as she tried her best to hold herself together as waves of pleasure continued to crash over her. You let go of Mina’s arm. She presses it to the glass as you snake your hand around to the front of her body, tweaking her sensitive clit. Mina cries out, head shooting back and tongue sticking out of her mouth as you force her to cum again. “I’m sorry!” She yells out, her walls continuing to clamp down on your cock. 

“You ruined the surprise,” you tell Mina. It didn’t matter too much; you just needed to get her close to cumming again. You thought about it for a moment. Maybe you didn’t need to do that if you kept forcing her to cum. Your thrusts become rougher, and you pull Mina’s long hair back. Mina balls her fist, the overwhelming pleasure bringing her to another climax as you flick her clit. 

“Sir!” Mina cries, the constant rush she felt from the climaxes turning her to mush. You sneak your hand away from her clit for a moment and flick a switch. The glass changed, and Mina could see her husband on the other side. He was facing her, but by the looks of it, he couldn’t see her. Mina couldn’t tell that, though; she thought her husband was watching her get fucked, and that set her off. Mina’s walls clamped down around your cock. As you repeatedly hit her G-spot, you made the young woman squirt. Mina’s hips thrust forward, her nectar spraying against the glass. 

“That’s it, keep cumming in front of your husband,” you grunt, your hand reaching for her engorged clit.

“Oh my god,” Mina whined, her body following your orders. Mina continued cumming, her nectar flowing like a fountain as you continued your ways. Your thrusts sped up her tight cunt, finally bringing you to orgasm again. You buried yourself inside Mina, soiling her cunt with your cum. Mina’s eyes rolled back, her body shaking as she caught one last glimpse of her husband. The young woman was broken. You pulled her away from the one-way glass and bent her over the couch. You deliver rough smacks to her ass before pulling on her hair again. A lax smile was on the young woman’s face. Her voice was hoarse, but you heard her clearly: “Let me see him.” You smile and bring her back up, letting Mina watch her unaware husband as you fucked her again. Mina never knew how good it felt to watch her husband while she acted out such dirty acts with another man. 

When you were done with the young woman, Mina wondered how she could get into this situation again. She was rubbing her creamy slit as her husband entered the room. He got to see the aftermath, cum pouring out of Mina’s cunt onto the floor, her drying nectar on the glass. Mina’s entire body was slick, a mixture of cum that had escaped her lips and sweat. It didn’t matter that her husband was trying to help her; all she could think about was getting fucked in front of him again. It was her only desire.

[coldfanbou]

Shared Intimacy

Here we are! Two fics in a week, been a while since that happened. lol

Cuck Reader, Sana x not you

Length 2.5K

You turn on the system, eyes widening to see Sana standing naked before a man. You watch on the screen as Sana gets between his legs, a playful smile on her lips as she grasps his cock. “It’s so big,” she giggles, her hand moving slowly along his length. Sana gathers her saliva and lets it drip onto the head of his cock, watching it flow down before finally moving her hand and spreading it around his thick shaft. Sana looks eager, like she’s holding herself back. “Time to eat,” she says softly before wrapping her lips around the tip, her tongue swirling quickly as she begins to bob her head. One of her hands goes between her legs, and she touches herself, moaning softly around his cock. Occasionally, your girlfriend glances up at him with excited eyes. Sana begins taking more of him into her mouth, and her tongue runs along the underside, tracing his veins. 

You watch as Minsoo places his hand on the back of her head and forces Sana to the base of his cock. You can hear her clearly, choking, gagging on it as it hits the back of her throat. A thick layer of spit coats his cock as her body makes more of it. Through it all, Sana’s moans get louder. She’s pushing her fingers deeper into her slit at the rough treatment. You can feel your cock straining against your pants as you watch her do her work. You can see just about every angle with all the cameras around the room. Your girlfriend was on her knees being facefucked by another man. 

When he finally lets go of her head and gives her a chance to breathe, you can just barely see her face as she leans back. Drool coats her chin, dribbling down on her chest. Sana smiles, clearly happy with the results. Her hand stays on his cock, stroking it before she goes back in for more. Sana pushes herself closer to the edge, her fingers rubbing her clit now as she pushes his length into the back of her throat. It’s a tight fit; she has to have her jaw wide open to fit him in, but listening to his moans pushes her onward. Sana could feel him throbbing. She briefly debated pulling away and having him cum on her face, but decided that that could be done later. She cradles his heavy balls in her hand, giving them gentle squeezes as he explodes in her mouth. Each time his cock throbs, Sana can feel more of his pouring down her throat, filling her belly. A warmth spread across her body. 

Sana bobs her head twice more as he nears the end of his climax. When she pulls away, she makes sure to have her mouth wide open, showing just how well she ate every drop up. She licks her lips and thanks him for the meal before standing up. Sana places her hand on her stomach, slowly dragging it lower until she reaches her needy cunt, “Can you feed this mouth too?” She asks in a sweet, needy voice. Your cock throbs as you hear your girlfriend begging for another man’s cum. Your eyes remain glued to the scene, watching as he pulls Sana to the bed, getting her on all fours. “Minsoo!” Sana cries out as he drives his length into her cunt. Her warm walls cling to his cock, refusing to let go now that they’re connected. 

He grabs her arms, pulling them as he drives himself deep into her. Sana’s moans grow louder and louder with each thrust. The only sound between them was the clap of their bodies from the strong thrusts. “How do you like this? Better right?” He grunts. 

Sana can hardly speak; moans keep spilling out of her. Minsoo drops one of Sana’s arms and brings his hand down on her ass. The sharp sting from the hit makes her yelp. Your girlfriend’s toes curl as pain mixes with pleasure. “Better! So much better! Bigger, thicker, longer!” She moans out. Sana was being split in half. If that wasn’t enough, he was ramming into her womb with every thrust. The sensation had her drooling onto the bed. Here was your girlfriend telling another man how much better he was, and you were sitting there watching it. You don’t even know when you started jerking off to it. 

You continued to watch the action. Minsoo delivered more rough smacks to Sana’s ass, turning the formerly pale skin a bright red, his hand imprinted on her flesh. “More! Hit me again!” Sana cried out, loving each smack that she got. It couldn’t go on forever, though. He pulled her against him and grabbed her tits, fingers digging into her flesh as he kneaded the soft mounds. Sana started to whine, a sound you know all too well. She was getting close to cumming. Her walls were clamping down like a vice on his shaft, already trying to milk his cock for more of his seed. He was pushing her over the edge. One hand went to Sana’s sensitive nipples, pulling on the dusty pink nub while the other hand went to her clit. Her walls continued to tighten around his cock. “I-I’m cumming!” Sana cried out. Her body jerked and twitched as she came on his cock. 

Minsoo continued to thrust, speeding up as he got close. You had a prime view of Sana’s tits bouncing as he fucked her; you could see the pleasure on her face as he buried himself inside her. The tip of his cock was pressed right against Sana’s womb as he came, flooding her body with thick and potent baby batter. Sana rested against his body, reveling in the moment. She could hardly feel her body with how much it tingled. Sana collapsed onto the bed, softly moaning. She could just barely feel Minsoo slapping his cock against her ass. Despite the weakness in her arms and legs, Sana did her best. She got onto her knees and arched her back, presenting her ass to him. Your girlfriend reached back and spread her cheeks. “Here too. My boyfriend has never been allowed in here.” Sana cooed as she felt the thick cock slide between her cheeks. She bit her lip, holding back a smile as she waited for him to push inside her other hole. 

“You dirty slut,” With how covered his cock was in cum, and Sana’s nectar, Minsoo pushed ahead, prodding the ring of muscle, slowly stretching it. Sana’s muffled moans still managed to fill the air. The pleasure she felt was just too good. He was stretching her so much. Sana was feeling full, and he wasn’t even all the way in. Minsoo pressed on Sana’s back, forcing a deeper arch. He was enjoying himself; he had a whore of a woman in front of him who was seemingly okay with everything. He would’ve sworn he could ram his entire length into her ass in one go and she’d thank him. He didn’t, though; he pushed in slowly. If Sana’s pussy was tight, her ass was levels above that. It was crushing. It was almost like he was being sucked in as well. “Fucking dirty whore,” he grunted. “So fucking tight. I bet you wouldn’t even be able to feel your boy toy.”

“He’s nothing,” Sana groaned. “You’re so much better. You’re going to ruin me,”

“I’m not even halfway in,” he replied. You could’ve sworn Sana’s eye rolled into the back of her head at this point. He was still holding her down when he finally had enough and pushed the last few inches into her petite body. Sana came instantly, nectar splashing onto the bed, her walls trapping him inside her ass. 

“Fuck, fuck me up,” Sana mumbled. He was buried deep in her guts. Sana knew she was in for a ride. She pushed her ass back as much as she could in her position. “Move, please, I need you to fuck me.” Sana slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit as she continued. “Use me, fuck this tight ass, make it yours. Reshape my insides,” she begged. After a moment, Minsoo finally started moving, dragging his cock out of her, leaving just the tip inside before ramming it all the way back inside. Sana came again, her mind slowly leaving her. Her body was on autopilot, her hands never left her clit as Minsoo used her. 

You listened to Sana’s moans, her whines, and whimpers for more. You had already cum a few times watching the erotic sight of your girlfriend being taken from another man, yet you couldn’t stop jerking off. Your eyes remained glued to the screen, watching Sana take his cock like it was second nature. She kept begging for more, “You’re the only one I need. Fuck me like the cheap whore I am! Cum inside your cheap fleshlight.” She would say whatever Minsoo wanted her to if it meant he would keep fucking her. She was degrading you and herself. You had never heard Sana speak so vulgarly. It all had to end soon enough, though. Minsoo was reaching his limit. He gripped Sana’s shoulder and placed the other hand on her waist, holding her tightly as he reached his climax. He pushed himself against Sana’s plush ass and unloaded, filling her with cum again. 

“There’s so much,” Sana mumbles, placing her hand on her stomach. She had both holes filled with another man’s cum. She was on cloud nine, smiling like an idiot as she was pumped full of the stuff. Sana couldn’t support herself at all, collapsing once Minsoo let go of her body. Sweaty and dripping with cum, Sana was flipped over onto her back and moved until her head hung off the bed’s edge. Minsoo slapped his cock against her face, degrading your girlfriend further. It wasn’t like she hated it, though. Sana opened her mouth, welcoming the sour appendage into her mouth, lapping up the cum that remained on his cock, while he played with her tits. Sana popped him out of her mouth and kissed his shaft, dragging her tongue along his length as she sang its praises. “I’ll never need another cock as long as you’re here. This thing is perfect. My boyfriend doesn’t even compare; he’s a shrimp. Now make sure you mark your property.” She said, kissing it for longer before taking it back into her mouth. 

In this position, you have to watch Minsoo thrust his cock down Sana’s throat; you could’ve sworn you were seeing it bulge. Sana, for her part, didn’t seem to mind, even as his balls smacked against her face. Her fingers were circling her clit in slow circles. “Damn, right you’ll never need anyone else. I’ll be fucking this pussy until it’s made into my image.” Sana had no response, she couldn’t what with his cock down her throat. Her moans were enough to tell him what he wanted to know, though. Minsoo was quickly reaching his final climax. Sana’s throat vibrating around his cock was becoming too much. He shifted his hand to her throat, wrapping them tightly around Sana as he rammed his cock down her throat. He was on the edge, and Sana gently tapped his legs, reminding him of what she wanted.

Minsoo pulled out at the final second and stroked his cock, pouring his semen onto Sana’s face, painting it with a few spurts before moving over her body and coating her body in a layer of his cum as well. Sana brought her hand to her face, scooping some of his cum off her face and tasting it as she lay there. 

Minsoo took in the sight of the ruined woman, snapping a picture of Sana holding the peace sign across her face before going to the shower and eventually leaving your girlfriend by herself. The whole time Sana stayed on the bed, refusing to move her aching body. The only part of her that moved was her fingers as they gingerly moved over her body, pinching her nipples or rubbing her clit. 

A few minutes later, the door to the room opens, a moment later, and Sana turns her head and smiles. “Did I do good?” She asks with a smile of pure happiness. 

“You were great,”

“My acting was top-notch, right?” Sana follows you with her eyes as you sit beside her sweaty and stained body. 

“I think you really fooled him.”

“It’s not so hard,” Sana giggles. “Did you get off, though? Or do I need to…” Sana pressed her tits together, offering them to you. 

“Yes, I did. We can do that at home.” You place your hand on Sana’s thigh, “Though, I have to admit, I do want to reclaim you right now.” 

Sana smiles sweetly, her nose scrunching as she boops your nose. “Now, mister, you just said we can do that at home. I’ll go take a shower. You need to get the cameras down. Then we can watch it together later.” Sana’s eyes smile at you as she mentions the last part. 

“Yeah, you’re right. Take as long as you need. Are you going to need some help getting into the shower?”

“I can handle it,” Sana replied. You watch as she tries to sit up, grunting as she does so slowly. It was almost comical to see her struggle so much. You end up helping her, pushing her back until she’s seated. Slowly but surely, Sana waddles her way to the bathroom. Once the door closes, you get up and start removing the cameras from around the room, making sure not to leave a trace. You pack everything up and wait for Sana, then the two of you leave the hotel and return home after a couple of hours. 

Sana smiles happily as she watches a replay of the action while she bounces on your cock. She was more than thankful about the situation; both of you got what you wanted. You got to watch your girlfriend lose herself to pleasure time and time again, only to reclaim her later. And Sana would get to live out two fantasies every time, being treated like a toy and being watched. Knowing you were always watching the sessions with strangers turned her on more than anything else. As Sana watches herself getting facefucked, she recalls the beginning. 

You had caught her masturbating on the home surveillance, and when you brought it to her attention, she did it again the next day, calling out to you. She had never gotten off so quickly. Sana presses pause on the tape and brings up that memory, giggling about how surprised she was. The two of you laugh, remembering the beginning of this kinkier side to your relationship. As you do, Sana’s phone buzzes with a notification. It was Minsoo. She rolls her eyes and shows you the message. It was the picture he had snapped, followed by demands of another day together. Sana deleted the contact, “Once and only once,” she says before huffing. “These kinds always try to act so tough. They could never understand,” Sana says, before wrapping her arms around you and pressing her lips against yours. The two of you continue your lovemaking, plans forming on when to do this again.

[darklucielle999]

Fantasy come true

Twice Dahyun x Male Reader

Tags: Missionary, nipple play, blowjob, creampie

Synopsis: You and Dahyun are casted in a movie, where there's a bed scene involved.

I was so nervous. Not because of cameras, not because of the people around me in the bedroom but because I was going to do a bed scene part of a film that i'm casted of.

I'm used to kiss actresses, even touching their bodies as instructed from the script and directors.

But this time, I was paired with Dahyun. My bias in Twice but in this film, I'm playing Dahyun's bodyguard and as the film goes on, they fall in love to each other. Dahyun's character named Jiwoo while Taehyun is my character.

The film started wholesome then when Jiwoo's stalker tried to touch her inappropriately, Taehyun pushed away the stalker and tackled. Security arrived to arrest her stalker. Everything went fine after that incident.

Jiwoo hugged him and cried on his chest. Thanking him for saving her. I tried my best to stay in character. Instead, I thanked the heavens for giving me this opportunity. Getting hugged by my bias is a dream come true.

Slowly, they get to know each other deeply as the movie progressed. Taehyun learned that Jiwoo wanted to become a Kpop Idol but her mother disapproved it and forced her to work on their make-up business that she ends up being an owner and endorser.

Because of her beauty, she went viral and people brought their products. Their business grew as well as her followers count.

Meanwhile, Taehyun talked about his days as a Special Forces then about his mother's ongoing cancer treatment. The bills are high and he doesn't want to see his mother go.

Jiwoo held his hand and vowed to cover the hospital bills. That made Taehyun hug Jiwoo, thankful for her kindness.

One night, Jiwoo is drunk from the afterparty of an event. Taehyun carried Jiwoo to her bedroom. He removed her heels and tucked her in a blanket. Before he walked away, Jiwoo held his arm to stop but then she pulled him to a kiss.

That kiss crumbled Taehyun's defences (and mine) and slowly making out with Jiwoo. I was enjoying this once in a lifetime opportunity to make out with my bias but then the director called a cut. Leaving us panting after what it feels like an eternity.

"Okay, We're prepping up for the bed scene. As wrtitten on the script, only upper bodies are shown to the camera while the lower bodies are covered by a blanket. Missionary position and lots of kisses. Both of you can touch each other, make people feel the desire in this scene." The director stated as the crew starting to set up the lightning and cameras.

Me and Dahyun nodded. This is it. The nerve wrecking scene is coming up. Ever since that table read, I couldn't stop myself thinking about that bed scene part. Surely when the film released, her fans will either love it or hate me for it.

I was zoned out until I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned and saw Dahyun's concerned face. "Hey. You okay?"

"Y-Yeah.. I'm okay..." I nodded frantically. But it seems like Dahyun isn't convinced.

"Are you nervous about the bed scene?" She tilted her head. Eyes still glued to mine.

"Well... Yeah. I was. I mean.. I'm used to kisses and touches but this time, it's sex. It's my first time doing this as an actor."

Dahyun hums in agreement. "Me too. This is my first time doing a bed scene and honestly, I was curious about people's reactions to this scene."

Dahyun takes a sip of her water. "Bae Doo-na, Lim Ji-Yeon, Kim Go-Eun, Song Ji-hyo. They are well-knowned actresses but they shocked everyone because they did a daring nude and sex scenes."

"Me as an actress also someone who looked up to them, I was amazed. Daringly showing their naked bodies to the camera and people around them. I respect them for doing that." She added. I sense her confidence, total opposite as my intense nervousness.

"Kim Min-hee and Kim Tae-ri's scenes in 'The Handmaiden' are just well done. The moans, the heavy breathing, their naked bodies moving in such lust and desire. It makes me think they are doing it for real."

I just nodded at her words. I know Dahyun is trying to make me calm down but for some reason, I can't calm down. Dahyun is my bias and I never ever think sexually about her. Kissing is normal thing but seeing her naked and acting like we are making love is just whole different story.

"Director-nim." Dahyun suddenly called the director. He was talking to the camera crew then rushed closer to us.

"What is it, Dahyun?"

"My partner is super nervous right now. Can we go outside for a fresh air?" Showing him a smile that makes people weak.

"Yeah! Sure! Go ahead and freshen up. But don't be long, we will going to finish this bed scene tonight."

Dahyun held my hand and dragged me away from the busy crew. "Don't worry, manager-nim. We will come back after a late night walk outside." Her manager nods and watched us leaving the set.

The cold breeze outside brushed us both. The silence of a breezy night is a total opposite of a noisy busy set.

We walked slowly through the street. But then I found a courage to tell the reason why I was so nervous about the bed scene part.

"Dahyun.. The reason why I was nervous because... you're my bias in TWICE. Being your leading man is a dream come true but the bed scene part is nerve wrecking."

"I... I never ever ever fantasize you at all. I swear! I liked you because how pretty you are, you're talented and funny. I religiously watching your fancams. I watched you afar on your concerts. I just... can't take my eyes from you." I blurted out all my years long pent-up feelings for her.

Dahyun looked up at me with a playful smirk. "Oh really now? You've never thought about seeing me naked after we both know we're going to have a bed scene?" She stepped closer, her shoulder pressed against mine as we walked.

Her melodious laugh echoed through the quiet street. "I find that hard to believe, handsome. A guy like you, all nervous and flustered at the thought of sharing a bed scene with me? I think deep down, you're just as excited as I am~"

"Wha… What do you mean?" I gulped hard. Heart beating fast at our close proximity.

Dahyun pressed herself even closer to me. Her soft curves molded against my body as she gazed up at me through long lashes.

"You know, I'm absolutely thrilled about this bed scene opportunity with you." she purred, her warm breath tickling my ear. "Everyone always sees me as the wholesome member of TWICE. But there's so much more to me than that sweet image."

She traced a finger lightly down my chest, making me froze. "I saw my fans writing me on their fluff fanfictions. Barely seen something that's more than just kisses and handholding, unless I dig further."

"I want to shock everyone, to show them a different side I keep hidden. And who better to help me unleash that naughty side than my handsome co-star?"

"I..." My words cutted off short as her finger pressed against my lips to shush me.

Dahyun's lips brushed against my earlobe as she whispered huskily. "Just think, you're going to be the first man to ever see me completely naked. To run your hands over every inch of my skin…" Her hand slid lower, fingers wrapping the erection through my pants.

"I bet thousands of guys want to trade places with you right now. To have the chance of touching me, of worshipping my body…"

"You should feel honored. Most men can only dream of being in your position, but here I am, offering myself to you willingly~"

I could only moan as Dahyun simply holds my erection through the pants. Dahyun chuckled at my pathetic moaning then held my wrist and dragged me along the woods.

Dahyun led me deeper into the secluded woods, her grip on my wrist firm yet gentle. The cool air caressed our skin as moonlight filtered through the leaves above.

We saw an abandoned hut nearby. We entered cautiously then Dahyun spun me around and pushed me against the wall. Her petite body pressed flush against mine as she gazed up at me with lust.

"We need to rehearse that scene here." she breathed, busy fingers working on my belt. "And I wanted more than just missionary, baby."

Dahyun freed my throbbing cock from the confines of my pants. She licked her lips hungrily at the sight. "After I suck your cock, I need you inside me. Raw. I want give my fans what they've always dreamed of seeing~"

Dahyun started licking from base to tip. Her slimy tongue mixed with her hot breath makes my cock twitch.

It didn't take long until Dahyun wrapped her lips around the head and slowly taking me inch by inch. "Fuuucckk..." I just groaned in response.

Dahyun took me deeper until the entire length disappeared between her plump lips. Her skilled tongue swirled around the sensitive head as she bobbed up and down.

"Mmmph~" She hummed around my shaft, sending vibrations straight to my balls. Slimy saliva coated my cock as she worked me with enthusiasm.

Pulling off with a lewd pop, strings of drool connecting her mouth to my spit-shined erection, Dahyun gazed up at me with eyes full of lust.

"We don't have much time. I need you inside me. Now." She commanded breathlessly, shimmying out of her skirt. No panties underneath revealed her glistening pink folds.

Next, she lifted off her cardigan top. Exposing her perky breasts, dusty pink nipples harden under the chill wind. Dahyun laid down on the creaking wooden floor and spread her legs invitingly.

Seeing Dahyun fully naked infront of me. All my worries are gone instantly. My mind is now full of lust, my body went auto-pilot as I removed my remaining clothes.

Now, naked as hers. I positioned between her legs. Hands at the sides of her head. Her hand aligned my cock to her dripping core, ready to do the deed.

With a swift thrust of my hips, I buried myself to the hilt inside Dahyun's slick heat. A throaty moan escaped our lips at the sensation of her walls gripping me tightly.

"Ahhh~ Yes, fill me up!" Dahyun cried out in ecstasy, her back arching off the dusty floor. Her nails raked down my back as I began to move, setting a steady rhythm.

Our bodies moved together in such a passion, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing in the small hut, being the only noise through the quiet night in the woods. Dahyun's breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, her pink nipples just begging at me.

Leaning down, I captured one of the hardened buds between my teeth, nibbling and sucking as I continued my relentless pace.

"Mmmm! yes! just like that! Don't stop!" Dahyun mewled, her voice high and breathy with pleasure. She tangled her fingers in my hair, holding me close as I busied myself tasting her breasts.

The feeling of her warm walls fluttering around my pistoning cock was indescribable. I couldn't believe this was really happening. I was balls deep in my ultimate fantasy, my gorgeous bias writhing beneath me.

"Harder, please!" Dahyun begged shamelessly, her ankles locked behind me to urge me on. The lewd squelching of her arousal filled the room as I pounded into her sopping wet cunt.

Sweat glistened on our entwined bodies as we lost ourselves in carnal desire.

I stopped lavishing her breasts to kiss her lips. Our tongues danced and twined together sloppily as we made out with desperate hunger. Saliva dribbled down our chins but we don't care how we looked.

Breaking away with a gasp, Dahyun locked eyes with me, her gaze reflects mine with unrestrained lust. "Fuck me harder, baby... I won't break." she demanded breathlessly. "Ruin my fucking cunt!"

She tightened her thighs around my waist, using the leverage to meet my increasingly forceful thrusts.

"Yes, yes, YES! Right there! Right FUCKING there! Oh my god!" Dahyun keened, her walls starting to flutter and clench erratically around my cock. She was getting close, I can feel mine as well.

"Almost! Almost- AGGGHHHH!!" Dahyun's high pitched shout ringing my ears. Her back arched off from the wooden floor, whole body tensed before twitching. Felt her warm squirt coating my balls and thighs.

She came undone but I'm not done yet. I still thrusting her oversensitive pussy, chasing for my orgasm. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Where to?"

"Inside me, please!" Dahyun begged wantonly, her voice raw with need. "Fill me up with your hot cum! I want to feel you deep inside me!"

She clenched rhythmically around my cock, trying it's best to milk me. The moment that she gave me a permission to do it inside, sent me hurtling towards the edge.

With a few more erratic thrusts, I buried myself to the hilt and exploded. Thick ropes of hot semen painted her spasming insides as I grunted through my intense climax.

"FUCK yes! Pump me full!" Dahyun wailed as she felt my semen filling her up, her second orgasm crashing over her. Her velvety walls rippled and squeezed, greedily accepting every drop of my cum.

We came down from our high. My face is burried at the crook of her sweaty neck. Inhailing her natural body scent mixed with arousal. Her arms and legs still wrapped around me. My cock still burried inside of her well-used cunt.

The sudden ringing of Dahyun's phone shattered our post-coital bliss. She groaned softly as I reluctantly pulled out of her well-used pussy with a wet pop.

"Damn, reality comes knocking." she sighed, reaching for her phone. "It's my manager. Looks like our little 'rehearsal' session is over."

Dahyun answered the call, trying to keep her voice steady despite the lingering feeling of sex. "Yes, Manager-nim… We were just… um, discussing the scene. We'll be right there."

Hanging up, she turned to me with a mischievous grin, despite the slight blush coloring her cheeks. "Guess we'd better get dressed and head back before they send a search party. Wouldn't want to raise suspicions about what we just did, right?" she chuckled with a teasing smile, stretching like a satisfied cat. Globs of my cum trickled out of her gaping pussy.

Dahyun's next move is what made me surprise. She collected my cum by her fingers and sucked it clean. "Hhmm~~ Taste good!"

We rushed to dress ourselves. "That was amazing, by the way. Far better than we could film tonight."

As we hurried back towards the set, Dahyun took my hand and gave it a squeeze. "Don't worry, once we're completely done this film, maybe we can continue at my place, hm?"

The thought of sex with her at her place made my mind spin with possibilities. "Y-Yeah.. Sure."

As we arrived back on set, the crew bustled around preparing for the bed scene. A makeup artist touched up Dahyun's dewy skin and slightly swollen lips while a stylist fluffed her tousled hair.

"You two look a bit… flushed. Did you rehearse the intimate parts already?" One of the staff members asked with a knowing smirk, eyeing our disheveled appearances.

Dahyun just giggled coyly. "Something like that! We wanted to make sure our chemistry was perfect for the cameras."

Once prepped, we went position ourselves on the plush bed, flesh-colored patches placed on our genitals.

When the director shouts 'Action'. Me and Dahyun started making out while undressing ourselves.

A blanket is covering our lower bodies as the cameras filming our naked upper bodies. Capturing our facial expressions during the fake missionary sex.

Under the covers, I slowly dry humping into Dahyun's covered pussy, capturing her soft moan with a deep kiss. Her back arched as I 'filled' her, perky breasts bouncing enticingly above the blanket line.

"Mmmm~" Dahyun whimpered realistically into my mouth, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me deeper. The camera zoomed in on our passionate faces, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss, my jaw clenched in concentration.

I set a slow, sensual rhythm, rolling my hips to grind against her with each fake thrust. Dahyun's hands roamed my back, blunt nails raking lightly down my skin.

"Ohhh yesss…" She mewled, voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good inside me!"

Moments later, we sped up. Our fake moans and fake intercourse under the blanket makes the scene more real.

"I'm… I'm almost there! Almost there!" Dahyun squealed as she held me close to her.

"Me too! Shit! I'm going to fill you up! Fuck!" I shouted as I tried my best to make our acting looks real.

Our combined moans and fake twitching of our bodies, shows that we reached on our orgasm together. We kissed deeply at the end.

As the director called cut, we broke apart, both panting softly. The sexual tension on set was obvious. Several male crew members shifted uncomfortably, obvious bulges tenting their pants. Female staffs crossed their legs tightly, faces flushed.

"Wow, that was intense!" Dahyun giggled breathlessly, sitting up and letting the blanket pool around her waist. Her pert breasts heaved with each calming breath. "Did you see their reactions? They thought it's real."

"Yeah.. We're good actors after all." Indeed, the bed scene looks so real to them despite they know that it's all fake. Some averted their eyes while others openly stared, jaw dropped even our managers.

The rest of the filming has ended smoothly. The film is finally done after almost a month of filming.

Today, I got a text from Dahyun. Inviting me to her place as she messaged me her address.

I arrive at Dahyun's upscale apartment building, heart pounding with anticipation. After a quick call up, the doorman buzzes me in.

Taking the elevator to the top floor, I smooth down my shirt nervously. "This is really happening."

Dahyun greets me at the door wearing a silky robe that clings to her curves. "A wine huh? Nice choice." she purrs, pulling me inside. "But I need you more than this wine, darling." She placed the wine at the coffee table before launching herself to me.

She captured my lips in a searing kiss. Hands roam appreciatively over my chest as I carried her easily toward to her bedroom.

"I want you to fuck my brains out." Dahyun breathlessly says between kisses. "Don't hold back. I am giving you a permission to use my holes."

-End-

[co-reborn]

Escort

Sana x Male Reader

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890 Words

A/N: Part of Summer's Curated Companions

“What do you want to do?”

You’re not entirely sure. You don’t even know how this stunning woman ended up knocking on your hotel room door. The only clue you have is the text message from your friend: ‘Happy Birthday bro. Enjoy the gift :)’ 

“Can I see more of you?”

“Of course, dear.”

That sweet angelic voice of hers just pulls you in as you sit closer to the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the sinful performance. The slow pull of the zipper behind her, then the dress off her shoulders. When it finally falls into a crumpled mess by her feet, you’re salivating. Her figure looks great, and she looks a thousand times better when just in her bra and panties. It’s a sight to remember, you’re sure it’s going to be carved into your mind, but you want to keep a souvenir for the night. 

When you pick up your phone, Sana seems to get your idea and starts posing for you. First, she leans a little closer to you and brings her arms together to accentuate her cleavage. Then more pictures where a strap of her bra is off her shoulders, then both straps. Just as you’re waiting for the inevitable complete removal of her bra, she turns away from you and flaunts her ass. She’s bending over, looking back at the camera with a seductive smile. By this point, you’re in a trance and mindlessly clicking away to gather as many photos as you can. 

She sits on the bed next to you and leans in close. When you turn to face her, you find yourself face to face with her, nose almost touching hers, and the first thing you notice is how attractive her eyes truly are, followed by how good she smells. You barely realise when her hand is on your thigh and dangerously close to your bulge. 

“Do you want to spend all the time taking pictures? Your friend only paid for an hour.” She then whispers directly into your ear, “I can take good care of you if you want.”

You’re nodding like an idiot, confused and overwhelmed by the circumstances you’re in, and you find your pants being unbuttoned. Autopilot has taken over your system, you’re letting Sana have her way with you. It does seem that she knows what she’s doing given that she’s smiling while kneeling between your spread legs and your erect cock in front of her. Her lips press against your cock, her tongue teases your tip. You’re tense on the bed, nervous yet excited for the moment when she opens her mouth to take you in. 

The sheer hotness of her mouth all over you, the pure filth of her lips at the base of your cock in contrast with that happy glimmer in her eyes are all too much to take in. As much as you’d like to keep your eyes on Sana, you just can’t. You’re left gripping the bed sheets and tossing your head back to gather your composure. 

It’s almost a new experience for you. The expert mouth bobbing up and down your cock works in perfect tandem with her hands twisting the base of your length. Time feels foreign to you. You don’t know how much time has truly passed. All you know is that you’re about to cum and trying to hold it back is just going to end up with torn bed sheets. 

A quick peek down at Sana makes it tenfold worse. She’s so damn hot, especially when she’s making eye contact with you with those seductive eyes of hers. It’s like she knows how close you are. How could she not? You’re moaning without restraint. You can’t help it of course, but it seems like the louder you are, the more intense Sana gets with the blowjob.

The pleasure suddenly diminishes. “Where do you want to cum, dear?”

You struggle to choose, especially when she’s still jerking you off rapidly. “Your face. Please!”

“You might want to record this.” She winks before going back down on you.

Your hand is shaky, you can barely hold your phone up in place. You aren’t completely sure if it’s even capturing all the action. What you’re sure of is that Sana is blowing you faster than earlier and that you’re about to cum and that your other hand is guiding her head, almost pushing her deeper onto yourself as if that’s possible. Then your grip loosens, your self control vanishes. 

Without warning, you cum inside her mouth. She reacts quickly to the first shot, pulling your cock out and aiming the rest of your shots on her face. The pleasure is immeasurable. It’s been too long since you’ve relieved yourself and the volume of your load surprises her as her face is painted white.

“Fuck Sana!” 

You remain seated, exhausted, and appreciate the sight of Sana painted with your cum. She cleans herself up with her fingers and licks them clean while you catch your breath before she dresses back up. God how can a woman look so sexy putting clothes back on. 

“It’s a pity we don’t have more time together. It seems like you need it dear.” Right before she exits the room, you hear a faint “Call me again.”

You just might do exactly that.

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My Obsession with Sana’s Tits

• 2k words • +18 • Smut • Obsession • Pov Lector pd: I'm learning to use this..

You had been saving for almost an entire year to attend that TWICE fan meeting in Seoul. You worked during the day at a small café in the city center, serving coffee and cleaning tables until your feet hurt, and at night you did delivery on your bicycle to earn a little more. You sold your old bike, gave up going out with friends for months, and even asked your older brother for a small loan.

The VIP ticket cost you 520,000 won — almost everything you had saved with sweat and sacrifice. Every time you looked at the printed receipt you kept in your wallet, you reminded yourself why you were doing it: for Sana.

She wasn’t just an idol to you. She was the obsession that filled your lonely nights in the tiny apartment you shared with a noisy roommate. Every night, after showering, you would lie on your bed with your phone in hand and open the secret folder full of Sana fancams.

Those videos where the camera got too close to her chest during concerts, where her white blouse stuck to her sweat and her breasts — perfect, round, always beautifully shaped and glistening under the stage lights — bounced with every step of the choreography. You would masturbate furiously, replaying the same clip over and over: Sana leaning toward the audience, her deep cleavage showing the soft and heavy curve of her breasts.

You would cum shouting her name in silence, imagining those breasts were in your face, that you could squeeze them, suck them, and fuck them between them. Sometimes you would cum two or three times in a row, promising yourself that one day all the effort would be worth it.

The Day Finally Came

And now that day had arrived. The fan meeting was full of bright lights, banners, and the deafening screams of hundreds of fans. TWICE came out on stage and you only had eyes for Sana. She was wearing the outfit that drove you crazy: a tight white blouse with a deep V-neckline that showed the upper half of her perfect breasts. Every time she moved, her tits swayed slightly, hypnotizing you.

When it was your turn in the VIP hi-touch line, your heart was beating so hard you thought you might faint. Sana smiled at you with that sweet and dangerous smile. “Hi, what’s your name?” she asked while signing your album.

You stuttered your name. She held your hand a second longer than normal. At that exact moment, your phone vibrated. Without thinking, you took it out to silence it… and the screen lit up with your wallpaper: that exact fancam of Sana’s deep, shiny cleavage.

Sana saw it. Her eyes widened slightly, but instead of disgust, a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. She leaned in and whispered softly:

“Interesting wallpaper choice…”

The Private Room

After the event ended, a staff member approached you: “Sana wants to see you for a moment in the private area. Just you.”

They led you to a dimly lit backstage room. Sana was waiting there, still wearing the same revealing blouse. She locked the door and turned to you, the silence thick with tension.

“So… that wallpaper,” she said playfully, stepping closer until her breasts almost brushed against your chest. “How many times have you cum looking at my tits in that fancam?”

You confessed everything — how you had sacrificed almost everything just to see her, how you masturbated to her every night, how you dreamed of squeezing, sucking, and fucking her perfect breasts.

Sana’s eyes sparkled with lust. “What a honest little pervert… I like that.”

She took your hands and placed them directly on her breasts over the fabric. “Squeeze them. Like in your fantasies.”

From that moment on, everything you had imagined became real.

She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, revealing a delicate white lace bra. When she finally took it off, her round, heavy breasts spilled free — perfect pink nipples already hard. You squeezed them, sucked them, and buried your face between them while she moaned softly.

Sana knelt down, pulled out your throbbing cock, and gave you the sloppiest, warmest blowjob while her tits swayed heavily with every movement of her head. Then she straddled you on the couch, riding you slowly at first, letting you watch her breasts bounce hypnotically right in front of your face.

She rode you in multiple positions — cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary — always making sure you could see and touch her tits. Finally, she gave you a long, perfect titjob, squeezing her soft breasts around your cock until you couldn’t hold back anymore.

When you were about to cum, she whispered in your ear:

“Cum inside me… Fill me completely. I want to feel how much you’ve been waiting for this.”

You exploded deep inside her with a groan, filling her as she trembled through her own orgasm, her sweaty breasts pressed against your chest.

Afterwards, still inside her, Sana caressed your hair and smiled softly.

“Was it worth all that money and all those lonely nights?” she whispered. “This is our little secret… but if you come to the next fan meeting… maybe I’ll let you use my tits again.”

— End —

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MEEEEEE’s Dirty Secret - Nayeon

• +2k words • +18 • Smut • Slow Tease • Size Kink

Yoon He had arrived in Seoul from Busan six years earlier, at just nineteen years old, with a slim body that many considered too fragile for the professional dance world. He didn’t have the broad shoulders or defined muscles that usually stood out in auditions. He was tall — almost 180 cm — but slender, with long, thin legs, a narrow waist, and slim arms that seemed incapable of easily lifting an idol. However, what he lacked in volume he more than made up for with precision, flexibility, and endurance. He could repeat a sequence for hours without his breathing becoming too labored. The choreographers called him “the precise thin one,” because every movement came out clean, elegant, and perfectly synchronized.

His path wasn’t easy. During the first few years he survived as a backup dancer for fourth-tier groups, sleeping in shared dorms, eating cheap ramen, and training until his joints ached. His slim build was rejected in several major auditions, with people telling him he needed “more physical presence.” But Yoon never gave up. He practiced alone in front of broken mirrors in cheap academies, perfecting subtle lifts and close contacts that required control more than brute strength.

His big break came with TWICE. He passed three grueling audition rounds for Nayeon’s solo stage on the “THIS IS FOR” tour. The chosen song was “MEEEEEE,” a track Nayeon had composed herself, with a slow, heavy beat full of sexual undertones. The choreographer explained the final part clearly: “In the last drop, you place your right hand on her waist. She turns, gives you her back, and rubs her ass against you as she lowers. It has to look sensual but natural. Can you handle it without anything else showing?”

Yoon nodded calmly. He had danced with many idols before. He had always kept a professional distance. But when Nayeon walked into the studio that first day, all his self-control wavered.

Nayeon was around 163 cm tall and weighed about 47 kg, but her body was a masterpiece of perfect proportions. She had firm, round breasts that filled any top, a tiny waist, and a high, round, soft ass that moved with hypnotic grace. That day she wore a tight red crop top and very short athletic shorts that exposed her toned legs. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and that signature bunny-tooth smile lit up the room.

“So you’re Yoon, the chosen one,” she said in her sweet, playful voice. “The choreographer told me you’re very precise with contact. Let’s see if it’s true.”

The first rehearsal was strictly professional. Yoon placed his slim but firm hand on Nayeon’s waist. Her skin was warm and soft. When the final drop arrived, Nayeon turned with precision and brushed her ass against the front of his pants. It was just a light, controlled second. Still, Yoon felt how his cock — thick even when soft and noticeably long — began to react. He focused on his breathing and continued.

Nayeon didn’t comment. She simply smiled over her shoulder and continued with the choreography.

Private trials begin.

The first rehearsals were group sessions with the entire dance team. Yoon stayed in his role, focused, slim and elegant among the others. But after the second week, the choreographer made a key decision: “The final part of the solo needs more intimate chemistry. Yoon and Nayeon will rehearse alone from now on. I want that moment to feel real, not mechanical.”

And so the private rehearsals began.

The third private rehearsal took place after eleven at night in a small studio at the JYP building. Just the two of them, a huge mirror covering one entire wall, and the music playing at moderate volume. Nayeon wore the same crop top, but this time without a bra. Her nipples were clearly visible against the thin fabric every time she breathed heavily after repeating the sequence.

They reached the final drop. Yoon placed his hand on her waist, firmer than in previous rehearsals. Nayeon turned and, instead of the usual light brush, pushed her ass back with more intent. She rubbed it slowly against Yoon’s crotch. He felt how his cock, thick and long, hardened quickly, pressing firmly against his training pants.

Nayeon stayed there a second longer than the choreography required. She turned her head slightly and whispered:

“Are you okay? I feel like… something really big moved back there.”

Yoon swallowed hard, his voice coming out hoarse. “Yes… everything’s fine.”

But it wasn’t fine. His erection was impossible to hide, and Nayeon had clearly felt the thickness and length of his cock against her ass.

From that moment on, every private rehearsal became a slow and delicious torture.

In the fourth rehearsal, Nayeon began “mistaking” the move on purpose. She turned more slowly, pressed her ass harder, and moved her hips in small circles while rubbing against him. Once she even let out a soft moan when she felt Yoon’s cock fully hard and thick against her.

In the fifth rehearsal she arrived wearing ultra-tight black leggings that clung to her ass like a second skin. The rub was so intense that Yoon had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning. When the song ended, Nayeon stayed pressed against him for a few extra seconds, breathing heavily, and murmured while looking at him through the mirror:

“I like how it feels… You’re so slim everywhere else, but down there you’re… really impressive. So thick and long. It’s getting hard for me to concentrate.”

Yoon felt heat rising up his neck. His cock throbbed painfully inside his pants.

The seventh rehearsal was the point of no return. Nayeon arrived with even shorter tops and, halfway through the session, took off her crop top “because she was too hot” and continued dancing wearing only a sports bra that barely contained her firm breasts. Every time she turned, her tits bounced softly and Yoon could see her nipples hardening against the fabric.

In the final drop, Nayeon didn’t just brush. She ground shamelessly against him, moving her hips in slow circles and pressing her perfect ass against the full length of his erection.

“Fuck…” she whispered, her voice broken. “It’s much bigger than I imagined. So thick… you’re making me wet just from this, Yoon.”

He clenched his jaw. His slim hand tightened harder on Nayeon’s tiny waist. For the first time he allowed his fingers to slide a little lower, brushing the upper curve of her perfect ass. Nayeon didn’t pull away. Instead, she pushed back harder, enjoying the feeling of that thick, long cock pressing between her ass cheeks.

When the music ended, they stayed pressed together. She still had her back to him, and he had his throbbing erection trapped against her body. Nayeon turned her head and looked him straight in the eyes through the mirror.

“Do you know how long I’ve been fantasizing about this? Since the third rehearsal. Every time I feel that thick, long cock against me… I’m dying to have it inside me for real.”

That night they didn’t go all the way, but the tension was already unbearable. After the music, Nayeon knelt down, pulled down his pants, and when she saw his cock for the first time — long, very thick, veiny, and perfectly straight — she let out a genuine moan of surprise and desire.

“Oh my God… you’re so slim and elegant… and you have this monster. I love it.”

She licked it from base to tip with devotion, trying to take as much as she could into her mouth while moaning around its thickness.

The Concert Night

The following rehearsals became even more intense. In the ninth, Nayeon slowly jerked him off with her hand while they repeated the choreography, her fingers barely wrapping around the circumference of his cock. In the tenth, after the music, she knelt again and gave him a long, wet blowjob, looking up at him with those bunny eyes while her breasts bounced out of her sports bra.

But they always stopped before full sex. Nayeon would kiss him hungrily, whisper how much she wanted to feel him inside, then smile mischievously and say:

“After the concert. I want you to give me everything when we’re completely alone and without rushing. I want you to fuck me the way you deserve after all these weeks of teasing me.”

Yoon accepted, even though every night he went home with a painfully hard cock and his mind full of images of Nayeon.

The day of the concert finally arrived.

The venue was completely packed: twenty thousand fans screaming Nayeon’s name. Yoon waited backstage, dressed in a tight red outfit that highlighted his slim, elegant figure. Nayeon appeared dressed to kill: a shiny red bodysuit with a deep neckline that showed the perfect curve of her breasts and a short skirt that barely covered her ass. She approached him before going on stage, sweaty from the warm-up, and whispered in his ear with a husky voice:

“Tonight, on stage, I’m going to grind for real against that thick, long cock of yours. Try not to cum in your pants in front of everyone, Yoon.”

When the solo for “MEEEEEE” arrived, the stadium exploded in screams. Nayeon danced with overwhelming sensuality, sweaty and completely owning the stage. Yoon entered for the final part. He placed his slim hand on her waist. Nayeon turned and, in front of twenty thousand people, pressed her ass against him much harder than in any rehearsal. It wasn’t just a brush. It was a slow, deliberate, circular grind, shamelessly rubbing against Yoon’s huge erection while smiling at the audience as if nothing was happening.

Yoon felt like he was going to lose his mind. His thick, long cock pressed hard between Nayeon’s ass cheeks through their clothes. She moved her hips to the beat, squeezing once, twice, three times, clearly feeling how that cock throbbed against her. Nayeon bit her lower lip and smiled wider at the crowd, but her ass kept provocatively grinding against him.

Yoon had to use all his concentration and years of discipline not to moan in the middle of the stage. When the lights went down at the end of the song, Nayeon turned, gave him a quick innocent kiss on the cheek for the cameras, and whispered in his ear:

“My private dressing room. After the encore. Don’t change your clothes. I want to fuck you while I’m still sweaty from the stage.”

The concert ended amid deafening applause, but the real show was just beginning.

The Private Dressing Room

As soon as the door to Nayeon’s private dressing room locked, she transformed. Still sweaty, with the shiny red bodysuit clinging to her glistening skin, she pushed Yoon against the wall with surprising strength for her size.

“All this time…” she said, her voice full of desire. “All those weeks rubbing against that thick, long cock, getting me wet in every rehearsal, teasing me on stage… Now it’s mine. All mine.”

She kissed him violently, shoving her tongue into his mouth while her hands moved down and squeezed the huge bulge in his pants. She ripped off his red shirt and dropped to her knees in front of him. When she freed his cock, she looked at it with pure hunger.

“You’re so slim and elegant… and you have this big, thick thing. It drives me crazy.”

She sucked him with devotion, using both hands to stroke the base while trying to take as much as possible into her mouth. She moaned around his thickness, saliva running down her chin, her breasts bouncing with every movement of her head.

Yoon lifted her in his arms — his slim build allowed for agile movements — and sat her on the makeup table. He tore off the bodysuit in one pull, leaving her perfect breasts exposed: round, firm, with pink nipples already hard. He sucked and bit them hungrily while sliding two long fingers into her soaked pussy, curling them exactly where she needed it most.

Nayeon threw her head back and screamed without shame.

“Fuck me already… I want to feel how that thick cock stretches me.”

Yoon placed the thick head of his cock against her wet entrance and pushed in with one deep thrust. Nayeon let out a long cry of pleasure, feeling how her pussy stretched to its limit around him. He was big — very big — and filled her completely in a way no one else had ever managed.

He started fucking her with a strong, steady rhythm, every thrust making her tits bounce violently. Yoon grabbed them with his slim hands, squeezing them, pulling on her nipples while he pounded her mercilessly.

“Harder… I want to feel you tomorrow when I have to dance,” Nayeon begged between moans.

He fucked her against the wall, with one of her legs lifted over his shoulder. Then he carried her to the large couch in the dressing room. He sat down and placed her straddling him. Nayeon rode him furiously, her tits bouncing in front of Yoon’s face while he sucked, bit, and squeezed them. She rotated her hips in circles, clenching her pussy around his thick, long cock.

“I want to cum again…” she gasped.

Yoon lifted her and put her on all fours on the couch. He penetrated her from behind with animalistic force, gripping her hips, spanking her hard enough to leave red marks on her perfect ass. Nayeon screamed, trembled, and came for the second time, contracting violently around him.

Finally, when Yoon felt he couldn’t hold back any longer, he growled against her ear:

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside… fill me up… I want to feel that thick cock filling me to the brim,” Nayeon begged, pushing back desperately.

With a deep roar, Yoon came inside her, hot and abundant spurts filling her pussy while Nayeon had a third, more intense orgasm, trembling and moaning his name uncontrollably.

They stayed embraced for several minutes, sweaty and exhausted, Yoon still buried deep inside her. Nayeon smiled against his neck, kissing him softly.

“Tomorrow in the studio… against the mirror. I want you to fuck me while we both watch how that big cock goes in and out of me. And after the next concert… I want you to take me in the dressing room again. This is just the beginning, Yoon.”

He kissed her sweaty shoulder, still feeling how her pussy throbbed around his cock.

After weeks of frustrating rubs, teasing in rehearsals, and provocations on stage, the professional line had been completely crossed. Yoon, the slim and precise dancer, had discovered that his greatest weapon wasn’t in his slender body, but in that thick, long cock that drove Nayeon crazy.

The “THIS IS FOR” tour had only just begun.

And “MEEEEEE” would never be just a song for either of them again.

— End —

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Idol Body, Forbidden Desire - Tzuyu

-1k words [Tzuyu Full Smut]

Tzuyu looked at herself in the mirror of the luxurious penthouse in Seoul, adjusting the black shorts that barely covered her thighs. At 26 years old, her body had changed in the most delicious way in recent months. Her breasts, which used to be subtle and firm, now filled a generous C-cup, round and heavy, with nipples that showed through any thin fabric. Her measurements — 172 cm tall, 84-60-88 — had become an obsession for her fans, but only one man truly knew them: him. A 60-year-old executive, gray-haired, with a body marked by age but with a presence that made her tremble.

His name was Mr. Kang. He had met her at a private party after a TWICE concert when she was 24. Now, two years later, they continued seeing each other in secret. He was twice her age, a widower, rich, and with a patience that no boy her age could match. And Tzuyu… Tzuyu adored him for that.

"Come here, princess," he said from the couch, his voice hoarse and deep.

She walked toward him slowly, her long perfect legs moving with that natural elegance that made her look like a goddess. It was her legs that Kang liked the most: soft and firm thighs, toned calves from years of dancing, white and silky skin that glowed under the dim light. She stopped in front of him and let his large, wrinkled hands run up them, from her ankles to the inside of her thighs, squeezing with reverence.

"God… these legs drive me crazy," he murmured, kissing the inside of her right thigh. "So long, so perfect. I could spend hours just touching them."

Tzuyu let out a soft moan as he buried his face between her legs, gently spreading them. His experienced tongue found her already wet center and licked it calmly, savoring her as if he had all the time in the world. She tangled her fingers in his gray hair, pushing her hips against his mouth while her breasts rose and fell with every agitated breath.

"Ah… Mr. Kang…" she whispered, using that title he loved so much.

He pulled away only to rip off her shorts and thong in one tug. Tzuyu stood completely naked in front of him. Her breasts, now bigger and heavier, looked even more impressive without clothes: round, with a slight natural curve, pink and hard nipples from excitement. Kang took them with both hands, squeezing them gently, feeling how they overflowed between his fingers.

"They have grown so much…" he growled, amazed. "Before they were perfect, but now… look at them. So full, so soft." He lowered his mouth and sucked one hard, then the other, nibbling just enough to make her gasp.

Tzuyu arched her back, offering herself more. Her legs trembled slightly as he continued devouring her breasts, one hand sliding down again between her thighs to slide two fingers inside her. She was soaked.

"I want to feel you inside," she begged, with that sweet and angelic voice that contrasted so much with what she was asking. "Please… I’m all yours."

Kang smiled and took off his shirt, revealing his broad and hairy chest, marked by the passage of time. He lowered his pants and his thick, veiny cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing. It wasn’t the biggest she had seen, but it was perfect: thick, with a wide head and marked veins that knew exactly how to rub against her inner walls.

He took her by the hips and sat her straddling him. Tzuyu lowered herself slowly, feeling how he opened her inch by inch. Her long legs spread to the sides, feet resting on the couch, and her breasts bounced when she finally had him all inside.

"Fuck… so tight," he growled, grabbing her ass firmly. "These legs… look at them, surrounding me as if you never wanted to let me go."

He began to move her up and down, slowly at first, enjoying every time her breasts jumped in front of his face. Tzuyu moaned shamelessly, her hands resting on his shoulders while her hips rotated in circles. Every thrust made her breasts bounce, heavy and soft, and Kang couldn’t stop looking at them, sucking them, squeezing them while he fucked her deeper.

"Ride faster, my girl," he ordered, giving her a soft spank.

Tzuyu obeyed. Her perfect legs tensed, muscles showing as she moved up and down with force. The wet sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Her breasts were bouncing wildly now, and Kang caught them with his mouth, sucking and biting while she screamed in pleasure.

"I’m going to cum…" she warned, her voice broken. "Mr. Kang… please… fill me…"

He held her tighter and started thrusting from below, fast and deep. His balls slapped against her perfect ass. Tzuyu threw her head back, her long legs shaking violently as the orgasm hit her. Her inner walls contracted around the older man’s thick cock, milking him.

Kang growled and filled her completely, cumming inside her with hot, thick spurts. They stayed like that for a long time: her sitting on him, her breasts pressed against his hairy chest, her long legs still spread and trembling around his body.

"You are my most delicious secret," he whispered against her neck, caressing one of her legs from the ankle to the hip. "This body… these legs… these breasts that have grown just for me… are mine."

Tzuyu smiled, exhausted and satisfied, kissing his wrinkled forehead.

"And you are the only one who knows how to make me feel like this," she replied, squeezing her inner muscles around him, still inside her. "Fuck me again whenever you want… I’m all yours, my old man."

Kang chuckled softly and kissed her deeply, knowing that the night had only just begun.

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Something New ft tzuyu

Tags : NTR, first time squirting, creampie, male reader

Words : 8K

On a quiet morning, Tzuyu could be found in her garden, tending to her blossoming flowers with meticulous care. The warmth of the sun and the gentle hum of bees painted a serene picture of suburban tranquility. The scent of lavender and roses filled the air, creating a soothing melody that seemed to resonate with her soul. As she plucked a stray weed, a sudden rustle in the bushes by the fence snapped her out of her reverie.

Her neighbor, y/n, emerged, looking slightly flustered. Tzuyu offered a friendly smile, but his eyes lingered on her in a way that made her feel uncomfortable. She had noticed his glances before, but had always brushed them off as harmless admiration for her gardening skills. However, today there was something different about his gaze, something more intense, almost hungry.

Tzuyu's husband was often away for work, leaving her alone in the house during the week. Their marriage was a bastion of love and trust, a bond that had only grown stronger with the passing of time. Whenever she felt lonely, she would take solace in the company of her plants, the only confidants that truly understood the silent poetry of her heart.

He cleared his throat, interrupting the symphony of her thoughts. "Your flowers are looking beautiful, as always," he said, his voice thick with unspoken intentions. Tzuyu felt a knot form in her stomach, her smile stiffening as she replied, "Thank you, y/n. I enjoy taking care of them." She tried to keep her tone light, hoping that her unease wasn't too apparent.

"Where is your husband?" he asked, his eyes never leaving hers. The question was simple, yet it hung in the air, loaded with a meaning that made her heart race. Tzuyu swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze. "Oh, he's at work," she replied, her voice a little too high-pitched. "He won't be back until this night."

The invitation came suddenly, as unexpected as the first drops of rain in a storm. "Would you want to have breakfast with me inside my house?" His smile was charming, but it didn't reach his eyes, which remained focused on her with an intensity that made her feel like a butterfly pinned to a board. "Thank you, y/n," she began, her mind racing to find the right words. "But I've already had my breakfast. Maybe another time?"

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But it's just a simple meal, I promise. Nothing too heavy. I just baked some cookies. They're your favorite, aren't they?" His words were sweet, but they left a bitter taste in her mouth. Tzuyu felt a bead of sweat form on her forehead as she tried to find a polite way to decline. "That's very kind of you," she said, her voice steady despite her racing thoughts.

After a moment of tension, she relented. "Alright, I'll have a quick bite." She hoped that by accepting, she could put an end to the persistent tension that had been building between them. As she followed him into his house, the air grew heavier, the scent of his cologne suffocating the floral notes she had carried with her from the garden. The walls of his kitchen were lined with pictures of his family, and she felt a pang of guilt for even considering his offer. Yet, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had wrapped around her like a tightening noose.

The kitchen was meticulously clean, but it was the sight of the cookies on the table that made her pause. They were indeed her favorite, a recipe she had shared with him during one of their casual chats over the fence. The buttery aroma filled the room, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to be swayed by the gesture. They sat across from each other, the silence thick enough to cut with a knife. She picked one up, its warmth seeping into her fingertips, and took a bite. The sweetness exploded on her tongue, a stark contrast to the bitter taste that still lingered from their interaction.

"Where is your family?" she asked, her eyes lingering on the smiling faces in the photos. She needed to remind herself that she was just being neighborly, that she had nothing to fear from a man who was, after all, just lonely.

"I haven't married, Tzuyu," he replied with a sad smile, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's just me here, alone."

The simple statement sent a chill down her spine. She had always assumed that his flirtatiousness was harmless, a way to pass the time, but now she wasn't so sure. He leaned back in his chair, watching her intently as she nibbled on the cookie. The click of the lock echoed through the house like a gunshot in the stillness of the night, and she looked up to see him close the kitchen door, a smug expression on his face.

Tzuyu felt the room close in around her. She had made a mistake coming here, she realized with a sinking feeling. The walls of his house suddenly seemed like the bars of a cage, and she was the unsuspecting animal trapped within. The photos of happy families now seemed like taunts, a stark contrast to the reality she found herself in.

With the cookie still in her hand, she tried to keep her voice calm. "What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes flicking to the locked door.

He's smile grew wider, revealing a hint of something darker. "I just wanted some privacy, Tzuyu," he said, his tone casual.

Before she could react, y/n leaned across the table, his hand snaking around her waist. His lips met hers, and she felt his desperation in the way he kissed her, a desperation that made her stomach churn. She pushed against him with all her might, but his grip was like steel, his mouth unyielding. Panic flooded her, and she fought back with all the strength she could muster.

"U can't escape from here, Tzuyu," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and heavy. "My house is soundproof." His voice was low, a dark promise that sent a cold shiver down her spine. She could hear the triumph in his tone, and it fueled her struggle. Tzuyu's hands flew to his face, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to push him away. His eyes narrowed at the resistance, but his smile remained, twisted and sinister.

"Just accept what I'm going to give you, so you'll feel good instead of hurt," he said, his voice a slick whisper that made her skin crawl. Tzuyu's mind raced, her heart hammering in her chest. "I can't," she said firmly, pushing against him again. "I'm married, y/n."

He pulled back slightly, his grip loosening. "But you're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes tracing the contours of her face. "I've watched you for so long, and I can't help but want to be close to you." His words were a seduction, but they held no charm for Tzuyu. She felt the weight of his desire like a leaden cloak, suffocating her.

"I promise, only this time," he said, his voice a sweet lie that made her stomach clench. "Let me show you how much I care for you." His hand slid up to cup her cheek, and she flinched at his touch.

She took a deep breath and nodded, playing along for the moment. "Okay," she whispered, her voice shaking. "After this, I can come back to my home, and we will keep it as a secret."

Y/n's eyes lit up at her submission, his smile widening. He leaned back in his chair, releasing her waist. "Of course," he said, his voice dripping with sweetness. "It will be our little secret."

He was speaking to himself "When I start using Tzuyu, she will crave for my 10 inches BWC. Then she'll come back to me willingly.".

He leaned in for another kiss, and this time, Tzuyu didn't resist. Instead, she wrapped her hand around his neck, drawing him closer. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation, but all he saw was a quiet determination. He took her acceptance as a victory and deepened the kiss, his hands moving to encircle her waist.

"Ahh," she gasped, when he start to kiss her neck.

Her heart was racing, but not with fear anymore. An unexpected warmth spread through her body, and she found herself leaning into his touch. His kisses grew more insistent, and she felt a strange thrill at his passion. His hands roamed over her, igniting a fire within her that she had not felt in a long time. She closed her eyes, letting the moment wash over her, trying to drown out the voice of doubt that whispered in the back of her mind.

The sound of fabric ripping brought her back to reality with a jolt. She opened her eyes to find y/n tearing her clothes off, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He had her pinned against the kitchen counter, his hands moving with a surprising gentleness that belied the desperation of his actions.

Tzuyu's shirt lay in shreds at her feet, and she felt the cool air kiss her bare skin as he revealed her lacy bra. He traced the outline of her breasts with his thumbs, his eyes never leaving hers. With a flick of his wrists, he unclipped the clasp, and her breasts spilled out, her hard pink nipples standing at attention.

Y/n leaned in, his breath hot against her chest as he took in the sight before him. His mouth watered, and without any further preamble, he captured one of her nipples between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug before flicking his tongue across it. Tzuyu couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. His hands were everywhere, cupping and squeezing, his touch both firm and tender.

Her own hands found his belt, fumbling with the buckle as she felt the pressure building inside her. His eyes grew darker, and she could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh. He groaned, the sound deep and primal, and she knew that he was as lost in the moment as she was. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants, and with a swift movement, pulled them down along with her underwear. She stepped out of them, leaving a pool of fabric at her feet.

Tzuyu was now fully exposed to y/n's gaze, her shaved pink pussy glistening with arousal. He stood before her, his eyes feasting on every inch of her body as if it were the most exquisite work of art he had ever seen.

"Don't stare at me like that," she murmured, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

But y/n couldn't help it. He had never seen a woman more beautiful than Tzuyu, especially not when she was naked and trembling with desire. He stood up from the chair, his eyes never leaving hers, and began to strip away his own clothes. His shirt came off first, revealing the taut muscles of his chest and abs, each one sculpted from years of hard work and discipline. Tzuyu's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her breath hitching in her throat. He knew she liked what she saw. His pants followed, revealing the bulge that had been straining against the fabric for what felt like an eternity. He stepped out of them, his boxers the last barrier to fall. His cock sprang free, long and thick, standing proud and erect.

"I didn't know you have a very big white dick," Tzuyu murmured, her voice a mix of awe and trepidation. The words slipped out before she could stop them, and she felt her cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. But y/n didn't seem to mind. If anything, the admission only made him more aroused.

He stepped closer to her, his cock swaying with each step. "It's 10 inches long," he said with a smug smile. "And the girth is 3 inches." His hand wrapped around it, giving it a slow stroke. "Even your husband's doesn't come close, does it?"

Tzuyu nodded, unable to take her eyes off the monstrous cock before her. It was true, her husband was not this big. But she had never felt the need for anything more than what they shared. Until now. The thought of his thick member sliding into her made her pussy throb with need. She nodded again, more to herself than to him. "You are right," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper.

Without another word, y/n scooped her into his arms, her naked body fitting against his like they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried her through the hallway, her bare skin brushing against his, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, the rhythm matching the tempo of her own.

The couch in the living room beckoned, and he laid her down upon it with surprising care. The plush cushions molded to her body, the cool fabric a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from within her. His hands remained on her hips, holding her in place as he stepped back to admire her. Tzuyu felt vulnerable, exposed under his gaze, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins.

"Now," his voice low and commanding. "Take me inside your mouth."

Tzuyu stared at the massive cock standing before her, the tip glistening with precum. She felt a mix of fear and excitement, the thought of his size making her mouth water and her pussy clench. "I don't know if I can take it," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

"Don't worry," y/n said with a smirk, his grip on her hips tightening. "You'll get used to it. Just open your mouth and let me guide you."

Tzuyu swallowed hard and leaned forward, her eyes locked on the tip of his cock. She parted her lips and felt the heat of his erection against her skin. He leaned in closer, his hand guiding her head to take him in. His cock slid into her mouth, and she tasted the saltiness of his precum. It was strange, but not entirely unpleasant. He began to move, pushing deeper with each stroke, and she had to fight the urge to gag.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through her entire body. "Take it all."

Her cheeks hollowed as she took more and more of him, his hand gently pressing the back of her head. He was so thick that she could feel herself stretching around him, and the sensation was both terrifying and thrilling. She had never been with a man this size before, and she had no idea how she would handle it when the time came for him to enter her.

"Just relax, Tzuyu," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves. "Breath through your nose, baby."

Tzuyu did as he said, her eyes watering slightly as she took him deeper. Her tongue danced around his shaft, tasting every inch of his manhood.

Suddenly, y/n's gentle guidance turned to a firm grip, and he started to thrust his hips, his dick sliding in and out of her mouth with increasing roughness. She gagged, but he didn't stop, his eyes locked on hers, the pleasure etched on his face unmistakable. She could feel her throat stretching, the sensation of being filled so completely both overwhelming and exhilarating.

"Fuck, you're so tight and warm," he grunted, his grip on her hair tightening. The words sent a jolt of pleasure through Tzuyu's body, and she felt her pussy clench around the emptiness. Despite the fear and the guilt, she found herself getting wetter, her body responding to the raw power and dominance he exuded.

Tzuyu's eyes watered as he pushed himself further into her mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, but he didn't relent. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of pure ecstasy as he fucked her mouth.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his hips jerking erratically. "Your throat is so fucking good."

Tzuyu braced herself, her eyes wide as he pulled out of her mouth, the tip of his cock pulsing with the promise of release. He didn't give her time to react as he painted her face with ropes of white hot cum, the thick liquid spurting over her cheeks and nose, landing in her eyes and mouth. She squealed in surprise and pleasure, the sensation of his warm seed on her skin sending a shiver down her spine.

He stared down at her, his eyes dark with desire as she sat there, panting and covered in his cum. His chest heaved with the effort of his orgasm, his cock still twitching in his hand. The sight of her like this, vulnerable and debased, made him feel more powerful than he had ever felt before.

Tzuyu's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the warmth spread over her face, the sticky liquid clinging to her lashes and trickling down her neck. She licked her lips, tasting the saltiness of his seed, and felt an unexpected surge of arousal. She had never been treated this way before, never been so thoroughly claimed, and it was intoxicating.

"Open your eyes," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want you to see what you do to me."

Tzuyu's eyes snapped open, her vision blurred by the cum that had spattered across her face. She watched as y/n's gaze fell to her chest, his eyes lingering on her breasts, which were heaving with every shallow breath she took. His hand moved down to her stomach, tracing the soft curves before coming to rest between her thighs.

"Now it's my time to make you feel good," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine. Without waiting for a response, he knelt before her, his mouth descending to her shaved pink pussy. The first touch of his tongue was like a bolt of lightning, sending a shock of pleasure through her core. He licked her slowly, savoring the taste of her arousal, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Ahhh... So good," Tzuyu gasped, her body arching off the couch. She had never felt anything quite like this before. His tongue was a masterful tool, tracing her folds and teasing her clit in a way that had her toes curling. Her hands found his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she held him to her, urging him on. She could feel the tension building, the coil of desire tightening with each flick and suck.

"Fuck," she moaned, the word slipping from her lips without thought. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he added a finger, pushing into her wetness with ease. "Keep it going," she begged, the need for release a physical ache. His pace didn't falter, the steady rhythm of his tongue and finger driving her closer and closer to the edge.

The world around them disappeared, leaving only the sound of their ragged breaths and the slick wetness of their intimate dance. Tzuyu's hips began to buck, her body moving of its own accord to meet his touch. The pressure grew, a delicious agony that made her nails dig into the couch cushions.

"Fuck, y/n, I'm gonna cum," she panted, her voice a desperate plea. His eyes never left hers as he increased his pace, his two fingers curling inside her, hitting a spot that had her back bowing off the couch. His tongue danced around her clit, the sensation so intense she could feel her orgasm building like a wave ready to crest.

Her leg shot up, trembling in the air as her toes curled. The muscles in her thigh quivered with the effort of holding herself in place, her whole body tightening with each pulse of pleasure that shot through her. Her breathing grew heavier, her chest heaving as she chased the release that was just out of reach.

Then, it hit her. Like a tidal wave, her orgasm crashed over her, sending her body into spasms of pleasure. "Fuck, y/n, I'm cumming so hard!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the quiet house. Her back arched off the couch, her nails digging into the fabric as she rode the wave of ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, her walls pulsing as she came, her juices spilling onto his hand.

Y/n watched with a smug smile, his own arousal reaching new heights as he felt her tighten around his digits. He didn't stop, his tongue flicking and licking, eager to taste every drop of her sweetness. He knew she couldn't squirt, but the way her body responded to him, the way she writhed and screamed, was more than enough. It was power, pure and simple, and he reveled in it.

Her climax seemed to go on forever, her body shaking and quivering as the pleasure consumed her. Tzuyu had never felt anything so intense before, and she was both scared and exhilarated by it. Her eyes squeezed shut, she focused on the feeling of his mouth on her, the pressure of his fingers inside her.

Y/n was relentless, his tongue swirling and flicking against her sensitive clit, even as she bucked and thrashed beneath him. He could feel her pussy tighten around his digits, her juices flowing more freely with each wave of pleasure that crashed over her. Despite her protests, he didn't stop, eager to test her limits and push her further than she had ever been before.

"I want to know if you can squirt," he murmured against her clit, his voice muffled by her flesh. His words were a challenge, a declaration of his intent to claim her in every way possible. His fingers curled inside her, hitting that special spot that made her eyes roll back in her head.

"I'm not a squirter," she gasped, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Y/n paused, his fingers still buried inside her, his tongue lingering against her sensitive bud. He studied her flushed face, the sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breaths coming in pants. He knew she was telling the truth, but that didn't deter him. If he couldn't make her squirt, he would settle for something else. He wanted to hear her scream his name in pleasure, to see the look of utter abandon on her face when she climaxed again.

"If you say so, Tzuyu," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. He withdrew his fingers, watching the way she shivered with the loss of his touch.

Tzuyu's voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke. "Is okay, y/n," she said, her voice trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "You've already given me the best orgasms I've ever had." Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotion.

Y/n's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating at the admission. He knew he had her now, and he was eager to show her just how much more he could give her. He stood, his cock still rock hard from her mouth and her tight pussy. "You're so sweet, Tzuyu," he murmured, his voice a caress. "But we're not done yet."

With surprising agility, he turned her over, her ass in the air, her breasts pressed against the couch. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against her wetness. She tensed, feeling the sheer size of him, but she didn't protest. She wanted this, she wanted him to fill her completely, to stretch her in ways she had never been stretched before.

"Now," she whispered, her voice shaking with anticipation. "Fuck me, y/n. I want to feel your 10 inches inside me."

His eyes glinted with excitement as he positioned himself at her entrance. He knew she was ready for him, her pussy slick and inviting, begging to be filled. But instead of pushing into her, he decided to tease her a little more. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit, watching as she squirmed and gasped beneath him.

"Beg for it, Tzuyu," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her entire body. "Tell me you need more."

"Please," she whispered, the word barely audible. "Fuck me already." "Fuck me like a dirty whore who craving for big dick, just wrecked my little pussy"

He's grin grew wider as he listened to her desperate pleas. He could feel his cock throb at the sound of her voice, the way she begged for it. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against her swollen folds. She was so wet, so ready for him, and he could feel her pussy quivering with anticipation.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed forward, watching as her eyes went wide with shock and pleasure. Her tight walls stretched around his girth, the feeling of her warmth enveloping him almost too much to bear. He groaned as he sank deeper, feeling every inch of her, the heat of her body surrounding him like a velvet vice.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of not giving in to his own desires. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. He could feel her muscles tense around him, and he knew that she was fighting the urge to push him out. But she didn't. Instead, she took a deep breath and pushed back, taking him in even further.

Tzuyu's eyes squeezed shut as he began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that had her panting and gripping the couch. She could feel the pressure of his cock against her stomach with each deep stroke, and she knew that he was holding back. He was too big for her to handle all at once.

"Fuckk," she screamed, the sound echoing through the room. "I can feel it, it's bulging under my stomach."

He didn't respond with words, instead, his hips picked up the pace, driving into her with a ferocity that made her toes curl. She was so tight, so warm, and the way she was taking him, inch by inch, was driving him wild. He gripped her hips, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back. He knew he could take her harder, faster, but he didn't want to hurt her.

"Just fuck me as hard as you can," Tzuyu begged again, her voice raw with need.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his cock still buried deep inside her. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Once I start, I won't be able to stop."

"Yes," she panted, her voice urgent. "Fuck me, y/n. Make me scream."

With a low growl, y/n gave in to her pleas. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to pound into her with everything he had. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, her pussy stretching to accommodate his massive girth. Her cries filled the room, a mix of pain and pleasure as he claimed her completely. She could feel her walls stretching around him, the sensation so intense it was almost too much to bear.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her voice growing louder with each thrust. The couch beneath her creaked with the force of their lovemaking, the fabric scratching at her bare skin. Her hands clutched at the cushions, her nails leaving little half-moons in the fabric. The world around her narrowed to the feeling of his cock filling her, the sound of their bodies slapping together.

Y/n's grip on her hips grew bruising, his breath hot and ragged against her neck. "Fuck, Tzuyu," he groaned, his hips pumping harder. "You're so tight. So wet." His words only served to spur her on, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. She could feel the orgasm building, the pressure growing with each stroke.

"Yeah, don't you dare to stop," she gasped, her voice a desperate whine. "I'm gonna cum, y/n. Make me cum with your big white cock." The words sent him over the edge, and he picked up the pace, driving into her with a ferocity that had her seeing stars. She was so close, so close to that sweet release. Her nails dug into the couch, the fabric tearing under the force of her grip.

"Fuck, yes," she screamed as her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing around his cock. Her pussy clamped down on him, pulsing with the intensity of her climax. Y/n felt her tighten around him and knew she was close, so close to the edge.

He gripped her hips harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt his own release approaching. "Come for me, Tzuyu," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

Her walls tightened around him, the sensation like nothing he had ever felt before. "I'm cumming," she screamed, her voice raw and unbridled. "I'm cumming so much!" Her orgasm washed over her, her entire body shaking with the intensity of it. Her pussy clamped down on him, her juices flooding out and soaking the couch beneath her.

For a moment, he stilled, his cock buried deep inside her as he watched her come apart. He could feel the tremors of her release, the way her body spasmed around him. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he felt a strange mix of pride and possessiveness. She was his, now and forever.

"U have a stamina of a monster, y/n," Tzuyu panted, her voice filled with amazement and a hint of challenge.

Y/n chuckled, his strokes never faltering as he continued to pound into her. "I've had plenty of practice," he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement that sent shivers down her spine. "But you, my dear, are something special."

Tzuyu's body was a maelstrom of sensation, each of her nerve endings singing with pleasure. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by the need for another's touch. Each time he filled her completely, she felt herself shattering into a million little pieces, only to be reassembled by the next stroke.

The couch groaned beneath them, a testament to their frenzied passion. She could feel the fabric of the couch cushions digging into her knees as she was pushed further and further into the furniture, her body taking all of him with surprising ease. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and she bit her bottom lip to muffle the cries that kept escaping her mouth.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a rhythmic crescendo that seemed to crescendo with each pulse of her heart. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel her body tighten around him once more. He was relentless, his hips never stopping as he fucked her with a passion that seemed to be fueled by an endless well of desire.

Y/n's grunts grew louder, his breaths ragged in her ear as he whispered dark promises of never-ending pleasure. His hand snaked around her waist to play with her clit, the added sensation making her toes curl. "I'm going to fill you up, Tzuyu," he groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and possessiveness. "You're going to feel me deep inside you, my seed claiming you."

Tzuyu's eyes snapped open, the reality of his words hitting her like a sledgehammer. But instead of fear, she felt a strange thrill, a yearning to be claimed by this man who had so thoroughly taken her over. "Do it,"

she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "Make a baby to me."

Y/n's eyes widened with shock at her words, but the desire in her voice was unmistakable. He didn't need any more encouragement. He slammed into her one last time, his cock reaching depths she never knew existed. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, he came deep inside her, filling her womb with his hot, thick seed.

Tzuyu's body tensed around him, her own orgasm hitting her like a tsunami. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, milking him for every last drop. She felt the warmth of his cum filling her up, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. But she didn't care. She wanted this, needed this, to feel alive in a way she never had before.

As their bodies stilled, he collapsed on top of her, his weight a comforting warmth against her back. He could feel her heart racing beneath his chest, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. He kissed the back of her neck, his tongue tracing a slow, lazy pattern along her skin.

"Are you sure?" he whispered in her ear, his voice filled with a hint of doubt. "Just this one time?"

Tzuyu turned her head to look at him, her eyes glazed over with lust. "I think I can't get enough of you," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down his spine. Her hand reached back to cup his cheek, pulling his face closer to hers. "I want you to fuck me every day, y/n. Make me scream your name until I can't even remember my own."

He's cock twitched at her words, his desire for her still raging like a wildfire. He pulled out slowly, watching as her pussy clung to him, desperate to keep him inside. Her juices coated his shaft, making it slick and shiny with need. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he wasn't about to argue with a goddess in the throes of passion. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

As he pulled away, she gasped, the sudden emptiness making her pussy spasm. He watched with fascination as a geyser of squirt shot out, drenching the floor beneath them. Her body trembled with the force of it, her legs shaking as she tried to remain upright. Tzuyu's eyes were wide with shock, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

"Fuck," she whimpered, her voice a mix of amazement and need. "I've never done that before."

Y/n's eyes widened, his cock jumping in response to the sight. "You're a natural," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Now, let's see how much more you can take."

Without warning, he slammed back into her, his cock hitting her G-spot with precision. Tzuyu screamed, her body bucking against his. She could feel the pressure building again, a pressure that was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was as if her pussy had a mind of its own, demanding more of him, more of his thick cock filling her to the brim.

His strokes grew shorter, faster, his hips snapping against her ass as he pounded into her. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to crescendo with each thrust. She could feel herself tightening around him, her body preparing for another explosive release.

"I'm going to make you squirt again," he growled, his hands gripping her hips with a bruising force. "You're going to soak this couch with your cum, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

Tzuyu's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by desire. Her pussy clenched around him, her walls spasming as another orgasm built. She could feel the warmth spreading through her, the pressure growing more intense with each stroke.

"Oh, god," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm gonna cum again."

Y/n's eyes blazed with triumph as he watched her come undone before him. He increased his pace, his cock plunging in and out of her with a ferocity that seemed to defy human endurance. He knew she was close, could feel her pussy fluttering around him like a trapped bird.

Her climax hit her like a freight train, her pussy spurting out a torrent of cum that soaked the couch and the floor. She screamed his name, her body shaking with the force of it. Her nails dug into the cushions, leaving deep gouges in the fabric as she tried to hold on to something, anything, to ground herself in the face of such intense pleasure.

Y/n didn't let up, his hips moving faster, his cock hitting deeper with each thrust. He could feel his own orgasm approaching, the pressure in his balls becoming unbearable. He reached around her, his thumb circling her clit, and she screamed, her body tightening around him. He watched in amazement as another gush of squirt spurted from her pussy, soaking the couch and pooling on the floor.

"You're so fucking perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So wet, so tight." He could feel himself growing even harder, the sight and feel of her squirting pushing him closer to the edge. His hand moved to her hip, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her in place.

The sensation was indescribable, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her, the sound of her wetness filling the room. He knew she was close again, could see it in the way her back arched, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. He leaned down, his mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss as he pushed into her one last time.

Her body convulsed around him, her pussy clenching down so tight he could feel the head of his cock pulsing inside her. With a final grunt, he pulled out, watching as her pussy spasmed, desperately trying to keep him inside. He stroked himself, his cock a blur as he watched the last of her squirt spurt out, painting the floor with her desire.

Tzuyu's eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so...used. And she loved every second of it. She could feel the sticky wetness on her thighs, her pussy still pulsing with need. She opened her legs wider, inviting him back in, her voice a desperate plea.

"More," she begged, her voice a whimper. "I need more."

He didn't need any further encouragement. He plunged back into her, his cock sinking into her warm depths with ease. He could feel her tightening around him once more, her pussy greedy for his cum. His strokes grew more urgent, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet sound that seemed to echo through the room.

"I'm gonna fill you up, Tzuyu," he groaned, his voice a harsh whisper. "You're going to feel me deep inside you once more."

The pressure grew, the room spinning as she felt herself climbing towards another peak. Her walls tightened around him, her body begging for release. "Do it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want to feel it again."

With a roar that seemed to shake the house, y/n erupted, his cock pumping ropes of hot cum into her waiting pussy. Tzuyu's body tightened around him, her own orgasm hitting like a tidal wave. She could feel him filling her, his warmth spreading through her body as she came one final time.

Their bodies remained connected for a moment, both panting and trembling with the aftermath of their passion. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he pulled out. She whimpered at the loss, but the feeling of his cum spilling out of her was almost as delicious as the sensation of him being inside her.

"How many times did I make you cum?" he asked, his voice a smug whisper against her ear.

"Countless," Tzuyu murmured, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She felt both satisfied and insatiable, her pussy still throbbing from the pounding he had given her.

"How many times did your husband make you orgasm?" y/n questioned, his tone playful yet possessive. He knew he had taken her to heights she had never experienced before, and it filled him with a dark sense of pride.

Tzuyu's voice was a breathless whisper as she replied, "Around five, usually." Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she admitted it. Despite the bliss she felt in the aftermath of her recent orgasms, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Her husband had always been attentive and loving in bed, but there was something primal and overwhelming about the way y/n had claimed her body.

"So I win," He said proudly, his chest puffing out with triumph. His eyes gleamed with victory as he looked down at her, his cock still semi-erect and glistening with their combined juices. He knew he had taken her to heights she had never experienced before, and it filled him with a dark, possessive satisfaction.

Tzuyu could only nod, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her last orgasm. The guilt was there, but it was overshadowed by the intensity of the pleasure he had given her. She had never felt so alive, so desired. His words echoed in her mind: "How many squirt is your husband's gift? Zero." The truth of it stung, but in that moment, she didn't care. She had never been able to achieve a squirting orgasm with her husband, and the fact that y/n had brought it out of her so easily was intoxicating.

Her pussy was still quivering when she felt a new sensation, a wetness that seemed to come from within. She looked down, eyes widening in amazement as another gush of squirt spurted from her, soaking the already drenched couch cushion beneath her. "What's happening?" she gasped, her voice filled with a mix of shock and arousal.

Y/n chuckled darkly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He reached down, his fingers tracing the line of her soaking slit. "Looks like you enjoyed that," he said, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction. "Your body can't get enough of me."

Tzuyu's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth in his words. She had squirted again, a sensation that was both foreign and incredibly arousing. Her pussy was still quivering, her walls clenching and unclenching around the emptiness left by his departure. "What... what did you do to me?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Ask your pussy, not me," he said with a smirk, watching as she squirmed on the couch. He knew he had pushed her to new limits, and the power rush was intoxicating. Her hair was a tangled mess, her makeup smeared from their earlier kisses, and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. She had never looked more beautiful.

"I need to go to my house before my husband comes," Tzuyu said again, her voice stronger this time.

Y/n chuckled and stood up, his cock still hard and covered in their mixed fluids. He walked to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open with a flourish. "Fine," he said with a wicked smirk. "But do it naked."

Tzuyu's eyes went wide with horror, but she knew arguing would be futile. She slowly rose from the couch, her legs wobbly from the intensity of her orgasms. Her body was covered in sweat, her breasts heaving with each breath she took. She felt more exposed than she ever had before, but there was also a strange sense of liberation in her nakedness.

Her first attempt to stand was a failure, her legs giving out beneath her. She stumbled, catching herself on the arm of the couch. Y/n chuckled, watching her with a predatory gaze. "Looks like my little slut can't even walk straight," he teased, his cock twitching with renewed interest.

With a grimace of determination, Tzuyu pushed herself off the couch, her legs trembling as she took one step and then another. She felt like she was walking on jelly, each step sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She was a mess, her hair in disarray and her makeup smeared, but she walked with a strange sense of pride. Each step was a declaration of the power she had found in her own sexuality.

As she approached the door, she felt the cool breeze from outside caress her sweat-drenched body, sending goosebumps across her skin. The stark contrast from the heat of their passion made her even more aware of her nakedness, her nipples tightening with every gust of wind. The reality of her situation slammed into her, but instead of fear, she felt excitement. The thrill of the forbidden was like a drug, and she was utterly addicted.

"Just walk slowly," he said with a laugh, his eyes never leaving her. She knew he enjoyed her vulnerability, the way she was forced to move with careful steps to avoid stumbling. Each movement was a testament to his dominance over her, and she found it oddly thrilling. Her legs felt like jelly, but she managed to make it to the door, her hand shaking as she gripped the handle.

The moment she stepped out into the sunlight, the reality of what had just happened hit her like a slap in the face. She was naked, her body a canvas of sweat and sperm, and her pussy was still pulsing with the aftermath of her intense orgasms. The breeze outside was cool against her skin, making her nipples tighten even further. She looked around nervously, hoping that no one would see her in this state of utter exposure.

Her house was indeed close, a mere few steps away, but it felt like an eternity as she forced her trembling legs to carry her across the short expanse of lawn that separated them. Her pussy was still flooding with a mix of his cum and her squirt, leaving a trail of wetness behind her. She felt like a slut, used and discarded, but the feeling only served to excite her further. Her mind was racing with thoughts of what her husband would say if he knew, but she pushed them aside. For now, all that mattered was getting back to the safety of her own home.

As she reached her doorstep, she fumbled with the lock, her hands slippery with their combined fluids. The key slipped from her grasp, and she had to bend over to retrieve it, giving him a clear view of her dripping pussy, which was still red from his relentless pounding. She could feel his eyes on her, and the knowledge that he was watching made her even wetter. She managed to get the key in the lock and stumbled inside, her legs giving way beneath her.

Her heart was racing as she collapsed onto the floor, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She looked down at herself, at the mess that was her body, and couldn't believe what she had just done. But even as the guilt began to set in, she couldn't deny the thrill of it all. The way he had made her feel, the power he had over her, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

With shaking hands, she made her way to the shower, the warm water washing away the evidence of her infidelity. She stood there for what felt like hours, her mind racing with thoughts of y/n, his touch, his cock, his dominance. She knew she shouldn't want him, that it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to the memory of their encounter. Her pussy clenched around the emptiness, and she found herself reaching down to touch herself, the water mixing with her arousal.

As she cleaned herself off, she felt a strange mix of emotions: guilt, fear, excitement, and desire. She knew she had to keep this a secret, that she couldn't let anyone know about her neighbor's dark gift. But as she stepped out of the shower, the scent of him still lingering on her skin, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to resist the temptation to feel his cock inside her again, to let him claim her in the most primal way possible. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she realized with a start that she was already planning their next rendezvous.

The sound of the door opening snapped her out of her reverie, and she rushed to dry off and put on her robe. Her husband's footsteps grew louder as he made his way to the living room, where she was hastily trying to clean up the evidence of her tryst. "Tzuyu, why is the floor wet?" he called out, his voice filled with confusion.

"I'm so sorry," she replied, her voice a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she stepped into the room. "I spilled some water from the garden hose when I was watering the plants." She hoped her lie was convincing enough to cover the reality of the situation.

Her husband looked at her with concern, noticing the flustered state she was in. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning her from head to toe.

Tzuyu forced a smile, her heart racing. "Yes, I'm fine," she lied, her voice quivering slightly. She bent down to wipe the floor, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. The wetness she had hoped was just water was unmistakable. It was y/n's cum, mixed with her squirt, a glaring reminder of the passionate encounter she had just experienced. She had to think quickly.

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[rvp32]

Any lewd thoughts for mina's birthday?

The first thing that Mina wants on her birthday is sex. It has to be very passionate and slow. This won't be one of her crazy, horny sessions.

She would want to be worshipped, every single inch of her body covered in kisses. Make you memorize her smell and the curve of her body.

There won't be a single moment in the entire day that she will be away from you. Always clinging to you or teasing you in any manner possible.

You are at a restaurant, and she hands you her panties, bending over in front of you to show you how wet she is, putting her heels right next to your cock and occasionally rubbing it.

The last straw would be her licking her finger and biting her lips right after. You drag her to the washroom and pin her against the stall.

"Is this what you wanted?" You question, nibble at her neck.

"I-i don't know what you are talking about? You are the one who dragged me here," Mina replies innocently.

"Is that so? Then I can just leave you here with your pussy soaking wet and just go back to having dinner?"

Mina grabs you just as you are about to leave.

"If you don't fuck me right here and now. I will make your life a living hell, babe. I need you so fucking badly!"

Best believe there will be a ton of sex, maybe even a possibility of getting banned from that restaurant.

[zaelkpopsmt]

Idol Body, Forbidden Desire - Tzuyu

-1k words [Tzuyu Full Smut]

Tzuyu looked at herself in the mirror of the luxurious penthouse in Seoul, adjusting the black shorts that barely covered her thighs. At 26 years old, her body had changed in the most delicious way in recent months. Her breasts, which used to be subtle and firm, now filled a generous C-cup, round and heavy, with nipples that showed through any thin fabric. Her measurements — 172 cm tall, 84-60-88 — had become an obsession for her fans, but only one man truly knew them: him. A 60-year-old executive, gray-haired, with a body marked by age but with a presence that made her tremble.

His name was Mr. Kang. He had met her at a private party after a TWICE concert when she was 24. Now, two years later, they continued seeing each other in secret. He was twice her age, a widower, rich, and with a patience that no boy her age could match. And Tzuyu… Tzuyu adored him for that.

"Come here, princess," he said from the couch, his voice hoarse and deep.

She walked toward him slowly, her long perfect legs moving with that natural elegance that made her look like a goddess. It was her legs that Kang liked the most: soft and firm thighs, toned calves from years of dancing, white and silky skin that glowed under the dim light. She stopped in front of him and let his large, wrinkled hands run up them, from her ankles to the inside of her thighs, squeezing with reverence.

"God… these legs drive me crazy," he murmured, kissing the inside of her right thigh. "So long, so perfect. I could spend hours just touching them."

Tzuyu let out a soft moan as he buried his face between her legs, gently spreading them. His experienced tongue found her already wet center and licked it calmly, savoring her as if he had all the time in the world. She tangled her fingers in his gray hair, pushing her hips against his mouth while her breasts rose and fell with every agitated breath.

"Ah… Mr. Kang…" she whispered, using that title he loved so much.

He pulled away only to rip off her shorts and thong in one tug. Tzuyu stood completely naked in front of him. Her breasts, now bigger and heavier, looked even more impressive without clothes: round, with a slight natural curve, pink and hard nipples from excitement. Kang took them with both hands, squeezing them gently, feeling how they overflowed between his fingers.

"They have grown so much…" he growled, amazed. "Before they were perfect, but now… look at them. So full, so soft." He lowered his mouth and sucked one hard, then the other, nibbling just enough to make her gasp.

Tzuyu arched her back, offering herself more. Her legs trembled slightly as he continued devouring her breasts, one hand sliding down again between her thighs to slide two fingers inside her. She was soaked.

"I want to feel you inside," she begged, with that sweet and angelic voice that contrasted so much with what she was asking. "Please… I’m all yours."

Kang smiled and took off his shirt, revealing his broad and hairy chest, marked by the passage of time. He lowered his pants and his thick, veiny cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing. It wasn’t the biggest she had seen, but it was perfect: thick, with a wide head and marked veins that knew exactly how to rub against her inner walls.

He took her by the hips and sat her straddling him. Tzuyu lowered herself slowly, feeling how he opened her inch by inch. Her long legs spread to the sides, feet resting on the couch, and her breasts bounced when she finally had him all inside.

"Fuck… so tight," he growled, grabbing her ass firmly. "These legs… look at them, surrounding me as if you never wanted to let me go."

He began to move her up and down, slowly at first, enjoying every time her breasts jumped in front of his face. Tzuyu moaned shamelessly, her hands resting on his shoulders while her hips rotated in circles. Every thrust made her breasts bounce, heavy and soft, and Kang couldn’t stop looking at them, sucking them, squeezing them while he fucked her deeper.

"Ride faster, my girl," he ordered, giving her a soft spank.

Tzuyu obeyed. Her perfect legs tensed, muscles showing as she moved up and down with force. The wet sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Her breasts were bouncing wildly now, and Kang caught them with his mouth, sucking and biting while she screamed in pleasure.

"I’m going to cum…" she warned, her voice broken. "Mr. Kang… please… fill me…"

He held her tighter and started thrusting from below, fast and deep. His balls slapped against her perfect ass. Tzuyu threw her head back, her long legs shaking violently as the orgasm hit her. Her inner walls contracted around the older man’s thick cock, milking him.

Kang growled and filled her completely, cumming inside her with hot, thick spurts. They stayed like that for a long time: her sitting on him, her breasts pressed against his hairy chest, her long legs still spread and trembling around his body.

"You are my most delicious secret," he whispered against her neck, caressing one of her legs from the ankle to the hip. "This body… these legs… these breasts that have grown just for me… are mine."

Tzuyu smiled, exhausted and satisfied, kissing his wrinkled forehead.

"And you are the only one who knows how to make me feel like this," she replied, squeezing her inner muscles around him, still inside her. "Fuck me again whenever you want… I’m all yours, my old man."

Kang chuckled softly and kissed her deeply, knowing that the night had only just begun.

[coldfanbou]

Lewd thoughts on any twice member (of your choosing) falling for jeongyeon's prank/advice that semen is actually good/healthy for the face/skin.

I choose Tzuyu because I still remember the marshmallow thing

Tzuyu kneeled patiently in front of you, her eyes shifting from one place to another as she looks around the room, unable to look straight forward as you jerked off in front of her. "Why is this taking so long?"

"Becuase it's awkward doing this all of a sudden," you answer.

"Then... let me help." Tzuyu says, reaching up and wrapping her hand around your shaft. Her delicate fingers move along your length, going from the base to the tip. Tzuyu glances at the drops of precum leaking from the tip and gulps. She leans forward, her lips forming a seal around the head of your cock. Her tongue swirls around the tip while she continues to jerk you off.

You moan softly, Tzuyu warm and wet mouth feeling much better than your hand. You were getting close to cumming over time. Tzuyu couldn't feel your cock throbbing in her hand and figured you were close. She pulled back, and used both hands on your length now, her hands moved in twisting motions as they went.

You called Tzuyu's name as you came on her. The first spurt landing squarely on her forehead. Tzuyu shut her eyes and pointed your cock at other parts of her face, letting cum paint her cheeks, a few drops landing on her lips. Out of instinct she licked them, tasting your salty cum. It was hard for her to believe that semen was good for her skin, but she trusted Jeongyeon.

Tzuyu rubbed the sticky liquid into her skin, making sure every part of he face was coated in the stuff. It was hard to stay in front of her while she did that and not have your cock twitching. "I think I need a little more," she said softly, her hand wrapping around your cock again. You moan as Tzuyu takes her time jerking you off.

Outside the room Jeongyeon was peaking in laughing quietly as she watched Tzuyu follow her bad advice. Jeongyeon hadn't expected Tzuyu to fall for her prank so easily.

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Uncomfortable Bra

SANA X Male Reader

23k~ characters.

The diner hummed with a comfortable, clattering energy, a symphony of sizzling grills, clinking cutlery, and murmured conversations. Sana sat opposite me, her smile warm and easy under the soft, flattering lights of the booth. Our friend, Mark, was mid-story, his hands gesturing wildly as he recounted some office debacle, but my attention had narrowed to the way Sana kept shifting in her seat, a subtle frown marring her beautiful face.

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper that cut through Mark's monologue. "This thing is killing me," she murmured, her eyes locked on mine.

I knew exactly what she meant. I raised an eyebrow, my expression shifting from amused to intrigued. "What are you going to do about it?"

A wicked, thrilling glint sparked in her eyes. "I'm going to take it off," she said, her fingers subtly hooking under the strap of her dress. "And you're going to hold it for me."

Mark, oblivious, took a sip of his soda. "So then, Linda tells him that the quarterly reports were already submitted..."

My breath hitched. I could only manage a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, my gaze flicking down to her chest and back up to her eyes. Under the table, I saw her arm move, the fabric of her dress shifting as she reached up her back. With a practiced twist, it was done. She slid the straps down her arms, the movement a secret dance just for me. The feeling of being entrusted with this intimate, rebellious act sent a jolt straight through me.

Bunching the lace and cotton into a small, discreet ball in her fist, she leaned across the table again, pretending to adjust the salt shaker. As she did, she pressed her hand against mine. Her fingers were warm as they closed over mine, and I felt the slight tremor in her hand as she passed the bra to me. It was still warm from her body, the delicate lace a stark contrast to the rough denim of my jeans. I swiftly tucked it into my jacket pocket, the movement feeling both illicit and incredibly possessive. When I looked back at her, her eyes were dark with a shared, delicious secret. I could see the faint outline of her nipples, now free and pressing against the soft material of her dress.

"Are you two even listening?" Mark asked, finally noticing our silence.

"Of course," Sana said smoothly, turning to him with an innocent smile that was anything but. "You were saying Linda is a hero."

Mark beamed, launching back into his story. But Sana's attention was all on me.

Her eyes held a knowing glint that was entirely for me. A slow, deliberate smile played on her lips as she listened to the drone of our dinner companions, but her focus was absolute. Then, I felt it. A subtle pressure against my thigh under the table. Her leg, clad in the sheer silk of her stocking, had risen with a dancer's grace and now rested directly over my groin. The pointed toe of her high-heeled shoe found its target, pressing against the growing hardness in my trousers. She began a slow, maddening rhythm, rubbing the leather tip up and down the length of my confined shaft, each movement a silent, wicked promise. The friction was exquisite torture, a secret heat building in the cool, public space.

Her movements became more deliberate, a firm, circular grind that made my breath hitch. I forced myself to take a sip of water, my knuckles white around the glass. After what felt like an eternity of this exquisite torment, her leg retreated. I heard the faint click of a buckle, and then the soft thud of a heel landing on the thick carpet. A moment later, the pressure returned, but it was different. Softer, warmer. Her bare foot, now free from its leather prison, was stroking me through the fabric. The delicate arch of her foot, the smooth skin of her sole, the gentle pressure of her toes..every sensation was magnified. My control was fraying. With a trembling hand, I subtly shifted, my fingers working at my zipper. I eased my pants down just enough, the cool air a shock against my overheated skin as my cock sprang free, hard, erect, and jutting upwards, a silent testament to her effect on me.

Sana felt the change instantly. A subtle shift in her posture, a slight parting of her legs, and then the unbelievable warmth of her bare skin enveloping me. She had trapped my shaft between her soft legs, the smooth flesh gripping me. She began to stroke me that way, a slow, upward glide of her thighs, the muscles tensing and releasing. Her back straightened, her chin held high, as she engaged in conversation about wine pairings, all while her body performed an act of pure, unadulterated debauchery beneath the table. The dual reality was dizzying..the polite discourse above, the raw, primal pleasure below. Then, with a theatrical sigh, she "accidentally" knocked her spoon off the edge of the table. "Oh, clumsy me," she murmured, her voice husky.

She ducked under the table, disappearing into the shadows. I felt her presence before I saw her, the heat of her body radiating against my legs. Then, the full, soft weight of her breasts settled directly onto my denim-clad thighs. Even through the fabric of her dress and my jeans, I could feel the yielding press of her large, supple tits, the hard nubs of her nipples poking against me. Her hands, warm and soft, found my exposed cock. One hand wrapped around the base, holding it steady, while the other gently cradled my balls. I felt her hot breath a second before her tongue made contact. It was a slow, deliberate lick, starting at the base and tracing a thick, wet line all the way to the sensitive tip. She kissed the head, her soft lips puckering around the slit, before she flattened her tongue and began to bathe the entire shaft in long, luxurious strokes. She pressed my rigid cock against her smooth cheek, rubbing it against her skin as her hand stroked the slickened length. Then, she took the head into her mouth.

The wet heat was overwhelming. Her lips formed a tight seal as she slowly descended, her tongue swirling around the crown, flicking at the frenulum. She took me deeper, the head of my cock pushing into the tight, wet confines of her throat. I could feel the tip pressing against the back of her tongue, the slight resistance as she took me to the hilt, her nose buried in my pubic hair. She held me there for a moment, her throat constricting slightly around me, before pulling back with a wet, sucking sound. She began a rhythm, a perfect, bobbing motion, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. Her tongue was a marvel, lapping and swirling, tracing the thick veins, pressing flat against the underside as she plunged down again and again. She would pause, pulling back to kiss the shaft, to rub the slick, wet head against her chin and lips, her eyes looking up at me from the darkness with a look of pure, uninhibited lust. It was all I could do to keep my face a mask of calm, my jaw clenched, my hands gripping the edge of the table. The pressure built to an unbearable peak, a fire in my groin. With a silent, shuddering gasp that I choked into a cough, I came. My cock pulsed, spurting thick ropes of cum into her hot, willing mouth. She didn't miss a beat, her mouth working me, swallowing every drop as my body trembled with the force of my release. She stayed there for a moment longer, gently licking me clean before emerging from under the table, her lips glistening, a triumphant, secret smile on her face as she picked up her spoon and sat up as if nothing had happened.

"Ready for the movie?" she asked, her voice low and laced with invitation.

"More than ready," I replied, my own voice husky with anticipation.

The cinema was dark and cavernous, the screen a giant, glowing rectangle casting flickering blue and white light across the rows of empty seats. We had chosen a late showing, and the theater was nearly deserted, just a few scattered figures silhouetted far in the front. We settled into our plush seats in the very back row, a world of our own.

The trailers blared, a cacophony of explosions and dramatic music, but they were just background noise. I could feel the heat radiating from Sana's body, smell the faint, sweet scent of her perfume. As soon as the lights went down completely, her hand found mine in the darkness, her fingers lacing through mine. I squeezed gently, and she squeezed back. Then, slowly, she leaned her head on my shoulder, her hair brushing against my neck.

I couldn't wait any longer. I untangled my hand from hers and let it drift down to her knee. Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Emboldened, I began to slide my hand upward, tracing the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh. Her legs parted slightly, a silent, welcome invitation. The fabric of her skirt bunched up around my wrist as I journeyed higher, until my fingers brushed against the damp, warm silk of her panties.

A soft gasp escaped her lips. I could feel her heart hammering against my arm. I pressed my fingers more firmly against her, tracing the outline of her lips through the soaked fabric. She squirmed in her seat, her hips lifting slightly to meet my touch. I hooked my finger under the edge of the silk, pulling it aside. My fingers slid through her wetness, exploring the soft, slick folds of her. She was so incredibly ready, so turned on. I found her clit, hard and swollen, and began to circle it slowly, deliberately.

Her hand flew to my thigh, her nails digging into the denim as she fought to stay quiet. Her breathing became ragged, soft whimpers escaping her that were swallowed by the movie's booming soundtrack. I slid one finger inside her, then another, curling them upwards to find that spot that made her whole body tremble. I moved my thumb back to her clit, matching the rhythm of my fingers. Her hips began to move in time with my hand, a desperate, primal dance.

I could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around my fingers. Her grip on my thigh became almost painful. Just as I felt her begin to crest, her body tensing for the wave of pleasure, I slowly, torturously, slid my hand out from under her skirt. She let out a frustrated whimper, her head turning to look at me, her eyes wide and questioning in the dim light.

Before she could speak, I brought my hand up to her face. My fingers, still slick and glistening with her arousal, traced her lower lip. "Open," I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she parted her lips obediently. I slid my two fingers into her warm, wet mouth. The feeling was immediate and electric. Her tongue, soft and velvety, swirled around my fingers, tasting herself. She sucked gently, her cheeks hollowing slightly, and the sight of it, the raw, uninhibited intimacy of the act, was the biggest turn-on I had ever experienced. It was filthy, it was perfect, it was ours. The movie played on, forgotten, as I held my fingers in her mouth, a silent, erotic promise of everything that was still to come.

The sudden blast of light and the jarring swell of orchestral music as the movie hit its interval was a rude awakening from our dark, intimate bubble. The screen froze on a dramatic cliffhanger, and the scattered patrons around us began to stir, stretching and murmuring about snacks and bathroom breaks. The spell was broken, but the tension between Sana and me was thicker than ever.

"We should probably go," I whispered, my voice still rough with desire.

She nodded, her eyes dark and unfocused. "I need the restroom," she said, a little too loudly, for the benefit of anyone who might be listening.

"Me too," I added, standing up and pulling her with me. We moved quickly down the aisle, our steps echoing in the suddenly cavernous space. No one gave us a second glance; a couple heading to the restrooms during interval was the most normal thing in the world.

But instead of following the illuminated signs towards the main lobby, I guided her down a dimly lit side corridor. The air grew cooler, smelling of dust and old popcorn. The sounds of the crowd faded behind us, replaced by the low hum of the building's machinery.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"You'll see," I said, my hand finding hers. My fingers were still sticky from her, a constant, intoxicating reminder of what we had just done. I pushed open a heavy, unmarked door. "In here."

We slipped inside a small, cluttered storage room. The door clicked shut behind us, plunging us into near-total darkness. The only light came from a thin sliver under the door, barely enough to outline the shelves stacked with cleaning supplies, extra popcorn bags, and cardboard cutouts of long-forgotten movie stars. The air was close and smelled of cleaning fluid and paper. It was perfect.

Before she could say a word, I was on her. I pushed her up against the cold concrete wall, my body pressing against hers, and my mouth crashed down on hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was hungry, demanding, a kiss that had been building for hours. She responded with equal fervor, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. Her lips were soft and yielding, and I could still taste the faint, sweet ghost of her arousal on her tongue.

My hands roamed her body, reacquainting myself with her curves. I slid my hands down her back, over the soft fabric of her dress, and cupped her ass, pulling her hips flush against mine. She could feel how hard I was, how much I wanted her, and she moaned into my mouth, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through my entire body.

"I need you," I breathed against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "Right now."

"Then take me," she gasped, her head falling back against the wall, giving me better access to her throat. "I'm yours."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I reached down and fumbled with the hem of her skirt, pushing it up around her waist. My fingers found the band of her panties, and I pulled them down in one swift motion. She stepped out of them, and I pocketed them, another trophy for the night. My hand went between her legs again, and she was even wetter than before. She bucked against my hand, silently begging for more.

I quickly undid my jeans, pushing them down just enough to free myself. I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. Her back was against the wall, her arms around my neck, and we were face to face in the darkness. I could see the faint glint of her eyes, wide with anticipation.

"Look at me," I commanded softly.

She did, her gaze locked with mine as I positioned myself at her entrance. I teased her for a moment, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick folds, making her whimper with impatience. Then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, I was inside her. We both gasped at the sensation, the feeling of finally, perfectly connecting. She was so tight, so warm, so incredibly wet.

I started to move, slowly at first, building a rhythm that was both punishing and tender. Each thrust pushed her harder against the wall, the friction of her dress against the rough concrete a stark contrast to the smooth, slick heat of our joining. The only sounds in the small room were our ragged breaths, the soft slap of skin against skin, and her whispered encouragements.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Please, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I drove into her harder, faster, my own need spiraling out of control. I could feel her getting close again, her muscles clenching around me, her body arching towards mine. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, and rubbed it in tight, fast circles.

That was all it took. Her entire body went rigid, and she cried out, a sharp, strangled sound that I immediately muffled with my own mouth. Her orgasm ripped through her, and I felt the waves of it pulsing around me, pulling me over the edge with her. I buried my face in her neck as I came, spilling into her with a force that left me shaking.

We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies pressed together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. The world outside the storage room had ceased to exist. It was just the two of us, in the dark, tangled up in each other.

Finally, I set her down gently, her legs a little unsteady. We helped each other straighten our clothes, our hands lingering, our touches soft and tender now. I pulled her panties from my pocket and handed them to her. She took them with a small, shy smile.

"We should probably get back," she whispered.

"Yeah," I agreed, though neither of us moved. I leaned in and kissed her again, a soft, lingering kiss this time. "Round two when we get home?"

She laughed, a low, sexy sound. "You'd better believe it."

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door a crack. The coast was clear. We slipped out of the storage room and back into the corridor, two innocuous moviegoers returning from the restroom. But as we walked back to the theater, our hands brushing against each other, we both knew we were carrying a secret that was far more thrilling than anything on the silver screen.

The walk back to our seats felt like traversing a different planet. The air in the main corridor was bright and loud, a stark contrast to the close, intimate darkness of the storage room. I could still smell her on my fingers, feel the phantom clench of her body around mine, and the secret we shared felt like a physical weight, a warm, humming shield between us and the rest of the world. As we approached our row, I saw Mark and his girlfriend, Sarah, leaning towards each other, deep in whispered conversation.

They looked up as we slid back into our seats. "Everything okay?" Mark asked, his eyes scanning us with casual curiosity. "You were gone a while. The lines were crazy, right?"

Sana, to her immense credit, didn't miss a beat. She gave a small, slightly flustered laugh that was utterly convincing. "Crazy is an understatement. I think every person in this cinema decided they needed the restroom at the exact same time." She glanced at me, a playful sparkle in her eye. "He had to rescue me from a chatty woman in line who was determined to give me her entire life story."

I chuckled, playing along. "It was a harrowing experience. I'm just glad we made it back for the climax." The double meaning wasn't lost on Sana, who suppressed a smile by pretending to be engrossed in the screen.

"Ugh, tell me about it," Sarah chimed in, completely buying the story. "The popcorn line was a nightmare."

We settled back into our seats, but the dynamic had shifted irrevocably. The dark theater was no longer our private sanctuary. It was now a stage where we had to perform normalcy. The movie, which had been our thrilling backdrop, now felt like an intrusion. Every loud explosion and dramatic swell of music felt like it was trying to shout over the roaring in my ears. Sana sat beside me, her presence a constant, tantalizing distraction. I could feel the heat of her thigh next to mine, and I had to physically restrain myself from reaching for her hand.

The awkwardness was a delicious, low hum under the surface. We exchanged a few quick, stolen glances. In the flickering light of the screen, I could see the flush still on her cheeks, the slight swelling of her lips. She caught me looking and gave me a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk before turning her attention back to the film, a clear message that she was just as lost in the memory as I was.

When the credits finally rolled and the lights came up, it was like being doused with cold water. The spell was broken completely. We were just four friends, blinking in the harsh fluorescent light, the remnants of popcorn and soda littering the floor around us.

"Well, that was something," Mark said, stretching his arms over his head. "What did you guys think?"

"It was great," Sana said, her voice a little too bright. "Really kept you on the edge of your seat."

"Yeah, definitely," I added, hoping I sounded convincing.

As we made our way out of the theater and into the cool night air, the usual post-movie chatter began. Mark and Sarah were debating a plot point, but my mind was elsewhere. I was already thinking about the car, about the short drive home, about what would happen the second we were alone again. The anticipation was a physical ache.

We said our goodbyes in the parking lot, the usual promises to "do this again soon" feeling hollow and meaningless. The moment Sana and I were in the car, with the doors shut and the outside world muffled, the air crackled again.

I didn't even wait to pull out of the parking spot. I turned to her, my hand going to the back of her neck, pulling her across the console and crashing my lips against hers. The kiss was frantic, desperate, a release of all the pent-up tension from the past hour. Her hands were in my hair, her tongue dueling with mine, tasting of popcorn and unspoken desire.

"Drive," she breathed against my mouth, her voice husky. "Now."

I put the car in drive and peeled out of the parking lot, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. The city streets blurred past us, the traffic lights a smear of color. My right hand, however, was not on the wheel. It had found its way back to her thigh, pushing her dress up. Her legs fell open immediately, an open invitation.

I didn't waste any time. My fingers slid into her, and she was already soaked, ready for me again. I drove with one hand, my eyes flicking between the road and the beautiful sight of her head thrown back against the seat, her lips parted in a silent moan as my fingers worked their magic.

"Pull over," she gasped, her hand covering mine, pressing it deeper. "Right now."

I didn't need to be told twice. I swerved into a dark, empty side street, cutting the engine and plunging us into shadows. The moment the car was still, she was on me. She climbed over the console, straddling my lap in the driver's seat, her knees pressing into the worn leather on either side of my thighs.

There was no time for finesse, no need for words. She fumbled with my jeans, her hands shaking with urgency, and I lifted my hips to help her push them down. She positioned herself over me, her eyes locked on mine in the dim glow of the dashboard lights, and then she sank down, taking all of me in one slow, fluid motion.

We both cried out, the sound raw and unrestrained in the confined space of the car. She began to ride me, her movements hard and fast, her hands braced against the roof of the car. The windows began to steam up, obscuring the outside world completely. It was just the two of us, the sound of our ragged breaths, the creak of the leather, and the slap of our bodies coming together in a desperate, frantic rhythm.

I gripped her hips, guiding her, pulling her down harder with each thrust. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, her breasts bouncing freely with the movement. I leaned forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting gently. She cried out my name, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me to her.

The build-up was fast and intense. I could feel her tightening around me, her movements becoming more erratic. "Come with me," she panted, her voice a ragged whisper. "Please, come with me."

I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit, and that was her undoing. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on me so tightly it sent me spiraling over the edge right behind her. I came with a hoarse shout, burying my face in her chest as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

We collapsed against each other, a sweaty, breathless, tangled heap in the front seat of my car. The world slowly came back into focus—the tick of the cooling engine, the distant wail of a siren, the fogged-up windows that had become our private, steamy cocoon.

Sana lifted her head, her face flushed and her hair a mess. She looked beautiful. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips. "So," she whispered, her voice still thick with sex. "I think that was a better ending than the movie."

I laughed, pulling her in for a soft, lingering kiss. "Definitely a better ending."

The frantic, desperate energy that had consumed us in the car began to soften, ebbing away into a warm, languid afterglow. Sana slowly pushed herself off my lap, her movements slow and sated. Instead of returning to the passenger seat, she settled sideways, leaning her back against the door. In the dim glow of a passing streetlight, I watched her. With a soft sigh, she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it into the back seat, leaving her completely naked. She drew her knees up to her chest, resting her cheek on them, looking utterly at peace and breathtakingly beautiful in the quiet intimacy of the car's interior.

I took a deep breath, the scent of her, of us, filling the small space. I quickly pulled my jeans back up, leaving my shirt off and settling for just my underwear. I needed to focus, to get us home safely. I turned the key in the ignition, and the engine rumbled back to life. The drive was silent, a comfortable, peaceful silence. The city lights streaked past, painting fleeting colors across her sleeping form. Her breathing had become deep and even, her body completely relaxed in sleep. I glanced over at her every few seconds, a fierce, protective tenderness swelling in my chest. Seeing her so vulnerable, so trusting, was more intimate than anything we had done all night.

When I finally pulled into our driveway, I cut the engine, and the sudden silence was profound. She was still asleep, her lips slightly parted, a faint smile on her face. I didn't want to wake her. I quietly got out of the car, opened the back door to grab the soft fleece blanket we kept there, and then gently opened her door. I carefully draped the blanket over her, covering her naked body from the cool night air.

Leaning in, I slid one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her into my arms. She was lighter than I expected, a warm, trusting weight in my arms. Her head lolled against my shoulder, and she murmured something incoherent in her sleep, snuggling closer. I kicked the car door shut with my foot and carried her towards the front door, fumbling slightly with the keys before managing to unlock it.

Inside, the house was dark and still. I carried her through the living room and down the hall to our bedroom, my steps careful and quiet. I gently laid her down on the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress. I pulled the fluffy white comforter up over her, tucking it around her shoulders. She looked like an angel, her hair fanned out across the pillow, her face serene in the moonlight streaming through the window.

I stood there for a long moment, just watching her sleep. My heart felt so full it ached. I leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead. Her skin was warm and smelled faintly of her perfume and our shared passion.

"Good night, darling," I whispered into the quiet room.

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Father In Law - Tzuyu

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"Hey babe," I said out of breath as I walked into the kitchen. My throat was dry, and I was dying for a drink. "Tzuyu, What are you up to?"

"Erm, not much." Minjoon, my boyfriend, answered.

As I walked past, his eyes glanced at my naked body and my perky, firm tits bouncing with every step. As I opened the fridge I bent over and knew he was getting a good look at my bare pussy and asshole.

I gulped down water from the jug in his fridge before putting it back and closing it.

"God, I needed that," I gasped and turned to look at him, but Minjoon wouldn't look at me. "Fill that up, will you? Oh, and order us a pizza. We should be done in like an hour or two."

"Y-yeah, okay." He stuttered.

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before pushing my frizzy, black hair back behind my ears. My body had a thin layer of sweat as I left my boyfriend in the kitchen and returned upstairs.

"Ready for round 3?" I asked as I opened his dad's bedroom.

Kim Shik, Minjoon's dad was lying on the bed, his body was sweaty as well as he smiled at me.

"Definitely," He answered. "Did you see Minjoon?"

I jumped onto the bed and straddled his big, muscular body before reaching down to grab his big, thick cock and line it up with my cum filled pussy.

"Yeah, he's just chilling." I moaned as I started to slide down his cock. Fuck, I'll never forget how good his cock felt sliding into me.

"Good, you two can hang out after I'm done breeding you for the day." Kim Shik grunted as I took his entire cock in my young, tight pussy.

"Fuuuck, yes Daddy!!" I moaned back.

I rode Kim Shik like a bitch in heat, banging the walls and screaming out in pure pleasure. It was mostly real moans, but I did add in some volume to make sure Minjoon could hear us.

--

You're probably wondering how a popular Idol that was loved by many ended up cuckolding her boyfriend with his own dad... Well, it was definitely an eye-opening experience for me.

The Beginning

Minjoon and I had been dating for a while, and when we both turned 18, we took each other's virginity.

He was a great boyfriend. He was kind, caring and very loving. He would open doors for me, pull out chairs and paid for most meals. Well, his dad paid for meals as he was Minjoon's supply of money.

Before this all began his dad, Kim Shik, was nothing but polite to me. I loved being around his house because I was treated like a queen by Minjoon and very respectfully by his dad.

Now, I was innocent... to everyone else but Minjoon. And even he just got a glimpse of how kinky I secretly was.

Before we had sex, I made myself cum nearly every day. Now, I wasn't a porn star, but I loved recording myself playing with my pussy. I just felt really sexy when I'd watch back on me fingering myself and cumming.

I had a thin frame with perky, soft tits that were bigger than someone with my frame should have. I had long black hair and a plump, firm bum from hours on end of training and dancing.

Minjoon was an innocent, nice guy. So I knew my kinky side shocked him, but that didn't stop me.

Whenever either of us were away, I would send him nudes of myself, knowing it would be driving him crazy. I also loved the idea of him wanking and cumming just from looking at me.

After a few months I knew he had a saved folder with hundreds of nude pictures of me. Knowing that he was looking at them turned me on so much!

Which is how this all began.

I didn't know it at the time, but one day Kim Shik broke his phone at work, and when he got home, he asked Minjoon to use his and text his boss that he wouldn't be reachable.

"Yeah, sure." Minjoon replied obediently and handed it to his dad without thinking.

Kim Shik took the phone up to his room to speak to his boss. It wasn't a problem as Kim Shik was planning on getting a new phone the next day, but he would have the same number as it was just a phone that he needed and not a SIM card.

But when Kim Shik ended the call, he accidentally clicked on the button that showed other apps that were running. Minjoon hadn't realised it, but he still had the folder with all my pictures open.

Curiosity got the better of Kim Shik, and he clicked onto it. His heart beat harder in his chest when he realised what it was. His son's innocent, hot girlfriend had sent many, many nudes!!

The first one Kim Shik clicked on was one of me on my knees with them spread apart. I was in front of a full-length mirror with my left hand squeezing one of my tits and my tongue sticking out. Not exactly how he expected to see his son's nice girlfriend.

Kim Shik's big, thick cock grew in his work trousers as he looked at me. He never expected to see the tzuyu lusty and sexy in the phone, completely different from the innocent Idol on the stage. Seeing me like that brought back his dormant dominant side, a side that had died along with his wife. Back when she was alive, Kim Shik and she had a vibrant sex life. She was submissive, and they were both kinky. At times, she was more of a sex toy than a wife, but they both loved it. I never thought I would take her place.

Kim Shik flicked through the next few photos.

There was me bent over with one hand spreading my ass cheeks so he could see my tight, smooth pussy and my puckering asshole.

Next was one of me laid back with my legs spread, giving the perfect view of my wet pussy.

There were some selfies of me lying down with my tits out and winking at the camera. Then some of just my legs spread and one with two fingers inside of me.

The more Kim Shik looked at, the more his caveman, dominant instincts came out. His cock was throbbing as he stared at me.

"Dad?" Minjoon shouted. "Are you nearly done with my phone?"

Kim Shik thought quickly, and he emailed the entire folder to himself and then deleted the email, so Minjoon would have no idea that it happened. He had to wait for his cock to go down before handing the phone back to Minjoon.

At that time Kim Shik just planned to use his son's girlfriend as wanking material. He didn't think anything would actually happen... but he was wrong.

Growing Temptations

Unknown to me at the time, Kim Shik had been cumming over my photos every night for nearly a month. He had thousands of photos to get through and hadn't even viewed them all yet.

In my own innocence, I didn't even notice the change in his attitude towards me at first.

Then he got more obvious.

One day I was sat on the sofa with Minjoon. It was a hot day, and I was wearing shorts and a tight vest when I noticed Kim Shik's eyes on my smooth, toned legs.

I was looking right at him, but he was too distracted by my legs. In my head I thought, take a picture, it'll last longer. Oh, but Kim Shik had plenty pictures with a lot worse.

"Babe, can you get me a drink please?" I asked Minjoon.

"Of course." He said and kissed my cheek before leaving me alone with his dad.

Kim Shik finally met my eyes, and he looked sheepish at first, as if I had just caught him wanking. But then I flashed him a smile, and he relaxed.

"So, Tzuyu," Kim Shik spoke, "Any plans for the comeback, I heard your team is coming back. "Not really," I answered. "I just want to relax in the sun and work on my tan."

Kim Shik's eyes lit up when I said that, although I didn't know why.

"You know we have a big, inflatable pool?" He asked. "You're always welcome to come here to catch the sun."

"Really?" I asked with delight. "That would be amazing!!"

I thought he was just being nice, not that he wanted me around in a bikini. Oh, to be so innocent again.

"Oh, definitely." Kim Shik said, and his eyes went back to my legs.

That's when I first felt it... my pussy tingled as this older, handsome men gazed at me.

I always knew that Kim Shik was attractive for his age. He was tall, muscular, and had this confidence about him. He was the complete opposite of Minjoon, and although I had never met his mum, I knew he took after her more than his dad.

"Here you go hun." Minjoon said when he returned.

I tensed up, as if I was doing something wrong by just talking to his dad.

"Thank you." I replied, and as he kissed my cheek, my eyes were on Kim Shik.

--

These strange moments became more and more frequent. Kim Shik would give me these looks, and I would catch him staring at my body. I quickly stopped finding it uncomfortable and instead found it arousing.

I would even put myself in situations and positions to give him better views of me. In my mind I was just teasing an older man, and nothing would come of it.

Kim Shik was sat in the kitchen when I walked in, and I told him I was getting a plate, knowing it was in the bottom cupboard. I was wearing black leggings, but as I bent over to go into the cupboard, I knew that they became more see through, and he would be able to see my thong.

When I turned around, his eyes were still lingering on me, and my pussy throbbed.

He found me hot, and I knew it. Fuck, this was wild!

I started to get more and more flirtatious with Kim Shik. Whenever Minjoon was out of the room, I would sit closer to him. I would wear more revealing clothing.

One day, Kim Shik was sat on an armchair, and I moved to sit on the arm. I was wearing a short blue skirt that rode up my thighs when I sat down, and I rested a hand onto his firm shoulder.

"How come you've never dated anyone?" I asked.

His eyes were on my legs, and he made no effort to move them.

"Never found the right girl, I guess," He told me. "Not many girls want to date a man my age."

"Oh please," I said and nudged him. "Any girl would be lucky to be with a man as hot as you..."

When I said it, he looked up to me, and I got lost in his black eyes, and I felt... nervous.

"How are things with Minjoon?" He whispered. I found out later it was so his son wouldn't hear us.

"Good," I answered, and he looked disheartened, so I continued, "Except I wish he was more forceful. You know, acted like more of a man."

This lit up Kim Shik's eyes.

"That's true. Sometimes I think he's as submissive as his mother was," He told me and looked at my thighs again. "He definitely doesn't get that from me."

My pussy was on fire!!

"Is that so?" I asked.

I watched as his eyes slowly moved up my legs, lingering on my chest and then looking at my face.

"When it comes to women," He whispered as a hand gently landed on my thigh, "I am very, very dominant."

The fire behind his eyes was making me desperate. I was ready to pounce on him, even with Minjoon in the other room. If I knew that he had been wanking over my nudes for weeks then I would've, but at the time I thought he might have just been being a little inappropriate.

"Well, erm," I stuttered and tried to control myself, "Maybe you can give Minjoon some tips."

We both heard Minjoon walking back towards the room, and my instant reaction was to move, but Kim Shik tightened his grip on my thigh long enough to make me realise he was risking getting caught.

When he did let go and I stood up, I immediately missed his touch.

That was the first night I made myself cum at the thought of my boyfriend's dad.

After that Kim Shik's touches on my body happened more often. A little touch of my arm here, a small squeeze of my leg there. Nothing too much, but enough to make me fall more and more under his spell.

All of this was without Minjoon noticing anything, and if he did, he never said.

In the sunshine

Kim Shik had spent a day getting their inflatable pool up. It was huge!! Taking up nearly all of their garden, he also bought a few deck chairs to be placed around it.

I was around there the day after it was up.

"I'm going to have a BBQ tomorrow," Kim Shik said while Minjoon and I were on the sofa, "If you wanted to come?"

I looked at Minjoon, who smiled at me, and then I looked back at Kim Shik.

"I'd love to!" I answered.

After a little while I went into the kitchen to get a drink, I was alone for a minute when I felt a dominant presence with me. When I turned, I saw Kim Shik stood on the other side of the kitchen.

"It's supposed to be a very hot one tomorrow," He told me and slowly walked closer, "So, dress accordingly."

As he walked over, I found myself backing into the kitchen counter, and my ass pressed against it until he was stood inches from my body.

"I... I can do that." I whispered and felt my breathing turn heavy.

He kept staring down at me. His body towered over mine, and I felt... weak. This was the first time I thought he was actually going to do something. God, I wish he did.

As he leaned down, I thought he was about to kiss me, but his head went past mine and his lips moved close to my ear.

"I think a bikini would be the best thing for you to wear." He whispered.

I let out a loud gasp as he moved back and looked into my eyes. I bit my thick, bottom lip and nodded at him.

When he walked out my thong was drenched!! So, I grabbed Minjoon and dragged him upstairs. We didn't even close his door as I laid down and pulled him on top of me.

Minjoon pulled out his five inch cock and grabbed a condom. As I spread my legs around him, Minjoon gently pushed his dick inside of me.

"Oooh god," I moaned, "Faster."

Like always, Minjoon was making love to me rather than fucking me. It wasn't bad, but I wanted to be fucked... hard!!

I even wrapped my legs around him to try and urge him to go deeper and harder, but he didn't catch on.

"Wait, roll over. I'll go on top." I told him.

At least on top I could control the pace.

As I straddled my boyfriend and took hold of his condom covered cock, I lined it up with my drenched pussy and lifted my head.

My entire body froze when I saw Kim Shik stood at the gap in the door, staring at me with a straight face. I was close to shouting and stopping... when he nodded at me.

This was a lot more intense than thinking about Minjoon wanking over my photos. This was actually being watched while having sex... by my boyfriend's father.

My eyes stayed locked on Kim Shik, not thinking that all Minjoon had to do was look up to see him as I started to slide down my boyfriend's cock.

"Ooooh god!" I moaned as took Minjoon balls deep inside of me.

"Tzuyu..." Minjoon gasped.

"Shh!" I panted and shoved a hand over his mouth.

My eyes were locked on Kim Shik's as I grinded myself on his son's cock. My pussy was fucking drenched and leaking onto Minjoon's dick as I moved faster and faster.

"Oh fuck... fuck... fucking hell." I moaned.

Minjoon may not fuck me like a man, but at least he had a good sized cock that I could ride.

Kim Shik nodded and smiled at me, and knowing he was happy made me even more excited.

"Oh god! Fuck me!! Oooh, fuck yes!" I moaned.

He mouthed "show me your tits". I grabbed at my top and tried to yank it down, but it got stuck. I kept pulling it and pulling it, but whatever it was stuck on would not let me get my tits out! Fuck, I wanted him to see my tits!! Since I didn't know that he had already seen them, it suddenly became an obsession that I wanted Kim Shik to see me naked!

"It's okay." Kim Shik mouthed at me, and I stopped trying to flash him.

Instead, I planted both hands onto Minjoon's chest, and I started to bounce on his cock. My skin slapped against his as I rode him harder and harder.

"Oh god! Yes! Ooh fuck yes! Fuck me!" I moaned.

"Tzuyuuuu!!" Minjoon grunted, and I knew he was cumming, once again way before I was even close.

Kim Shik actually had to stifle a laugh when he realised it. I stared at Kim Shik, annoyed that my boyfriend disappointed me once again.

"Oh my god, that was amazing." Minjoon panted.

I looked down at him in anger, and then I looked up and saw that Kim Shik was gone.

"Did you cum?" Minjoon asked.

"Erm, yeah." I lied and climbed off of him.

--

I was getting ready to head over to Minjoon's house for a day of sunbathing. Since having Kim Shik watch me having sex with his son, I felt obsessed with him.

At first I put on a full face of make up, then I straightened my long black hair and finally I put on my skimpiest, pink bikini. The bottoms were more of a thong that disappeared between my ass cheeks.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think how hot I looked. Fuck it. I took a photo on my phone and pulled up Kim Shik's contact.

My heart was pounding as I sent it to him with the question

Tzuyu: Is this thong okay?

He replied back in an instant.

Kim Shik: Perfect. See you soon.

My legs turned to jelly. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was practically having an affair with my boyfriend's dad! At the time I thought that was bad enough, never mind where it led to.

I threw a frilly summer dress over my bikini and drove over to Minjoon's house. He met me at the door with a kiss and led me to the garden.

As I stepped outside, I had to hide my excitement when I saw Kim Shik. He was wearing blue swimming shorts and nothing else. It was the first time I saw him topless, and I was amazed at his body! I couldn't believe he was Minjoon's dad!

Kim Shik's body was extremely toned, with bulging muscles. He truly was a man! I never thought about it before, but maybe my dad running out on me and my mum when I was young gave me daddy issues? That didn't matter though because I was drenched just looking at him.

"Tzuyu!" Kim Shik called out when he saw me, "Hope you're ready for some sun and a lot of food!"

He strode over and pulled me in for a hug, and I almost melted! My perky tits squished against his firm chest, and I let this giant man grip me hard. God... I wish Minjoon would grab me like that.

"Yeah, thank you." I replied when he let me go.

When I turned around, Minjoon was down to his swimming shorts. He looked completely different to his dad. Minjoon was skinny, pale and hairless, which was something I never really cared about before his dad.

Kim Shik went over to the BBQ, and Minjoon walked up to me, and I took this as my cue to remove my dress. I threw it off, and when I looked up, Minjoon's eyes were wide open.

"Erm, Tzuyu," He whispered and leaned in close, "is that not a little revealing?"

I looked down at my flat stomach, my tits that were being pushed up by the bikini, and also the very little material that covered my pussy.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Minjoon looked at his dad then back at me.

"It's just..." He stuttered, and I gave him a doe eyes, a confused look. "Nothing, it's fine."

I smiled, but God, Minjoon didn't have a dominant bone in his body. As I walked over to one of the sun loungers, I flicked my head back and saw Kim Shik watching me, specifically my shapely, firm bum. I felt a twitch between my legs before I laid down.

I put on my sunglasses so Minjoon couldn't see me watching his dad, who was constantly looking over at me.

When he was watching, I would stretch my arms into the air and arch my back, as if putting on a show for him. I would hear the occasional disapproving sigh from Minjoon and a few dirty looks, but he never said anything.

After half an hour of teasing Kim Shik with my body, he came over with a hotdog.

"Hungry?" He asked and held it out to me.

"Starving," I told him and took it. Our fingers met, and I felt electricity course through my body. "And I do love a sausage."

Kim Shik smirked as I took it.

He had covered it in mayonnaise, which was a surprise at first, until I took a bite and a dollop fell off and landed right in the middle of my chest. I looked down then back up at him.

"Woops." I said in an innocent, girly tone.

With Kim Shik watching, I used a finger to scoop up the white liquid, and it spread around my chest as I brought the finger to my mouth. I slowly wrapped my thick lips around it and sucked it clean.

"Tzuyu?" Minjoon whispered from the side.

With my lips still sucking on my finger, I turned to look at him.

"Sorry," I told him, "Didn't want to get all sticky."

"No harm done," Kim Shik said. "Right, son?"

"Erm, yeah." Minjoon awkwardly replied.

I scooped up the last of the mayonnaise and licked it from my finger before going back to the hot dog.

A little while passed after that, but I knew I needed to do something to get more of Kim Shik's attention.

Which is when an idea came to me. A sat up and reached back to untie the string that held up my bikini top. As it came undone the bra section sunk, but I caught it just in time before my nipples popped out.

Minjoon hadn't noticed, so I pulled the bikini top as far down as possible without my nipples being out, and then I laid back down.

It was five minutes past when Minjoon finally noticed.

"Tzuyu," He said, "You're... your top..."

I looked over to him, Kim Shik had walked over at this stage and was stood a few steps away.

"I just wanted to get as little tan lines as possible." I said to him calmly.

"But you're... you're..." Minjoon stuttered and couldn't find the words.

"Leave the girl be," Kim Shik told him. "She's not hurting anyone, is she?"

Minjoon was caught off guard by that.

"Yeah, Minjoon," I told him. "It's not like I'm flashing my tits."

"What?!" Minjoon choked when he heard me say that, but Kim Shik laughed.

"My nipples are still covered," I told him. "Don't be such a baby."

Before he could say anything, I laid back down, knowing full well that my nipples were a fraction of an inch from being exposed.

Kim Shik would stare at me, and Minjoon would inspect my top to make sure I was covered up. After a while I wanted to give Kim Shik a better show.

I sat up, holding onto my bikini top to stop from flashing and then turned around to get onto my knees. I made a show of bending over and sticking my arse into the air as I moved down onto my stomach. I knew that the thong was pressed tightly against my arsehole as I laid down.

"Tzuyu, what's gotten into you?" Minjoon whispered.

I thought, your dad's cock soon, hopefully.

"Nothing," I told him. "You're the one that seems to have a problem."

"You're just half naked with my dad here." Minjoon whispered.

It was the first time he had ever had any dominant tone to me.

"Aww, are you jealous that your dad is looking at me?" I asked and felt my heart beat even faster.

Minjoon went quiet, and when I looked at him, his face was bright red.

"Oh my god, you are," I laughed. "You're jealous that your dad is looking at my body."

I don't know why, but saying that to Minjoon made my pussy gush in my bikini.

"Shut up." Minjoon whispered weakly.

"He is hot," I said to him. "All those muscles and hair. There's nothing wrong with him looking at a hot sexy idol right”

"Tzuyu!" Minjoon panted out.

"Oh, come on," I told him. "You have that much of a problem with your dad checking me out?"

"I just... it's weird." Minjoon replied.

"Do you think he gets hard over me?" I asked, finding some sick thrill over saying this to my boyfriend.

"Oh my god!" Minjoon gasped.

"I bet he does," I said to him. "I bet looking at me makes his cock very, very hard."

"Stop it." He whispered, but then I noticed a flinch in his shorts.

He was actually getting hard over this!!! I couldn't believe it!

"I bet he'd fuck me properly." I sighed. A girl could dream.

Minjoon didn't reply to that, but he did have to rearrange his cock in his shorts. Yep, my boyfriend was hard!

I didn't push it any further than that on this day. I knew I was walking on a very thin line. As exciting as it was, I knew I would be back.

--

Well, it was three days later when I was back in their garden in another skimpy bikini. After an hour of teasing Kim Shik with my body and Minjoon not being brave enough to say anything, I sat up.

"I'm gonna go for a swim," I said, and I noticed Minjoon move as if to come with me. "Kim Shik, want to join me?"

"Definitely!" Kim Shik shouted.

I noticed Minjoon was about to speak and most likely join us.

"Babe, will you make me an ice coffee?" I asked, knowing it would take him a while, meaning more time alone with his dad in the pool.

"Erm, sure." He replied and walked inside.

I got in the pool first, and Kim Shik quickly joined. The bottom of my hair got wet, and I was swimming just a foot away from Kim Shik. With the water shining from his body, it made him look even hotter.

"You know what you're doing, don't you." Kim Shik whispered to me.

"Oh, and what is that?" I asked with a coy grin on my face.

He swam closer to me, and my foot accidentally grazed his firm thigh. There I was with a man old enough to be my dad, and all I could think about was his cock.

"You're acting like a slut because you want your boyfriend's dad to fuck you." He growled at me.

Fuuuckk!! I loved how he just came out and said it! No beating around the bush, no being too afraid to say what he was thinking. Just straight to the point.

"And you're the one eye fucking his son's half naked girlfriend." I replied and felt my pussy quiver.

Suddenly he lunged forward, and his big, strong arms wrapped around my thin body. I instinctively wrapped my toned legs around his waist and grabbed onto his shoulders to hold myself up. As I did, my crotch pressed against his, and I felt his hard as steel cock.

"Oooh!" I gasped. He felt fucking huge!!

As my body was latched onto his, I started to pant, and then he leaned so his mouth was next to my ear.

"I found Minjoon's folder with all of your nudes," He whispered to me. "I've been eye fucking your naked body for a long time."

My nails dug into his steel shoulder, and I moaned. He had seen me completely naked in many, many positions! I knew this beautiful, older man had been cumming over me! And I loved it!

"You... you've seen them?" I moaned as I grabbed onto him.

I didn't realise it, but I instinctively rubbed my pussy against his hard cock. Just two thin parts of material blocked them.

"I've seen everything," He whispered into my ear as he held me firmer against his body. "I didn't think my son's sweet girlfriend was such a slut."

"Oh fuck." I moaned in his ear.

I was dragging my pussy up and down his cock, practically humping him like a dog in this pool.

"He doesn't fuck you as good as you want, does he?" Kim Shik growled in my ear. "I could tell by the way you were riding him while looking at me, you need a real man to fuck you like a filthy whore."

My clit was throbbing as I was grinding it against his cock. I never thought I would be this girl, but I was so fucking horny!

"I bet your cunt would feel so tight wrapped around my cock." He whispered.

"Fuck!!" I moaned.

I kept grinding my clit against his cock, harder and harder, humping him in that pool without a care in the world as my orgasm started to grow.

Then he took a handful of my hair and pulled it back. Not enough to properly hurt, but enough to show me that he was in control.

"Are you seriously trying to cum right now?" He grunted at me and held me slightly apart from him.

"Y...." I groaned when suddenly...

"What's going on?" Minjoon's nervous voice broke as he spoke.

My eyes shot wide open as I looked past Kim Shik and at my boyfriend. Kim Shik had quickly let go of my hair, and I wondered if Minjoon had seen it. No matter what, this looked dodgy.

But Kim Shik ever so calmly turned his head.

"She can't reach the bottom, so I'm just holding her up." He told her as though nothing was wrong.

Minjoon looked incredibly uncomfortable, and I could still feel Kim Shik's cock twitching in his shorts against me.

"M-Tzuyu," Minjoon stuttered with the ice coffee in his hands, "Are you... okay?"

My legs were still wrapped around my boyfriend's dad with his hard cock pressed against me while I looked at my boyfriend.

"Yes," I told him, "Just needed some extra support."

"Is this not a little inappropriate?" Minjoon asked.

He was stood perfectly still, but I saw the bulge in his swimming shorts.

"He's just holding me up," I told him. "Don't make this weird."

"Yeah Minjoon," Kim Shik told him, "I'm just helping your girlfriend out."

Minjoon was blushing as he looked at us.

"You can put the ice coffee by my seat." I told him.

Just leave, I thought, let me carry on having my fun.

"Oh, okay." Minjoon replied.

I was half shocked by how weak Minjoon was acting. I had my legs and arms wrapped around a man, and he wasn't fighting for me. But when he turned and went to sit down on the sunbeds, I was grateful.

I kept looking at Minjoon, who was watching me, and from where he was sat he could only see our heads and nothing else, which is when I heard Kim Shik whisper.

"Grab my cock," He said to me. "Now."

I looked at him, bit my bottom lip and nodded.

My right hand left his firm shoulder and moved under the water. My fingertips pressed against his rock hard abs and sunk underneath his swimming shorts, where I found his hard, thick, perfect cock.

"Oh my god!" I whispered when I couldn't even wrap my fingers around his shaft.

Minjoon's was the only cock I had touched before, but it was nothing compared to his dad's! I couldn't believe it. I was gripping my boyfriend's dad's cock while my boyfriend watched, although he had no idea.

My fingers and palm explored his meat like it was a new toy, feeling him all over and getting him to twitch in my hand.

"Bigger than Minjoon?" Kim Shik whispered.

I looked into his dominant eyes and bit my lip again.

"So much bigger." I whispered.

"Stroke it." He ordered.

I loved having a man tell me what to do! Not asking for permission or worrying I would say no, but just claiming me and asserting his dominance.

My fingers wrapped around his cock once more and started to move up and down. He was throbbing in my hand, and he was as hard as steel.

"Good girl," Kim Shik whispered. "Such a slut, stroking my cock."

Even though I was engulfed in water, I was fucking boiling!! My pussy was spasming out of control, and my breathing got heavier and heavier as I stroked Kim Shik's big, hard cock.

"You know you're going to be my whore now, don't you?" Kim Shik whispered.

My hand was moving up and down, rubbing the length of him as I panted.

"Yes." I moaned back.

"You're going to let your boyfriend's dad fuck you," Kim Shik told me. "And I'll fuck you like the slut you are."

"Oh fuck." I moaned.

"What are you two doing?" Minjoon shouted over.

He walked over to the side of the pool, but Kim Shik had his back to Minjoon, so even though the water was clear and see through, he couldn't see that my hand was inside his dad's shorts. Although it must have been strange that my hand wasn't visible.

"I'm just getting to know your girlfriend better." Kim Shik told him and laughed.

"I might join you." Minjoon told us, and I saw him reach for the side of the pool.

"No!" I shouted instinctively, my fingers still gripping his dad's cock, "Erm, we need some towels for when we get out."

Kim Shik laughed at my terrible excuse.

"Yeah," Kim Shik joined in though, "Go upstairs and get three towels from the bathroom."

"I don't think we need them," Minjoon said with a concerned tone. "We can just dry in the sun."

"Minjoon!" I shouted. "Just do as your dad tells you!"

He was shocked by me shouting at him, although he didn't say anything and just walked into the house.

"You're such a bitch." Kim Shik told me.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, now alone as I looked into Kim Shik's eyes. "And what are you gonna do about it?"

He took a handful of my hair again and yanked it back, and I let out moan of pleasure and pain.

"Whatever the fuck I want." He growled.

He gripped my head and pulled it towards him, which is when his lips aggressively pressed against mine. I melted into the kiss! My fingers grasped harder on his cock and went back to stroking him as he kissed me.

My tits pressed against his chest, and Kim Shik shoved his tongue into my mouth.

"Mmmm ooohh!" I moaned as I made out with my boyfriend's dad.

I was cheating, but I couldn't care less! This is what I needed! I needed a man who would just take what he wanted.

His tongue explored my mouth as our tongues wrestled against each other. When I heard Kim Shik grunting into my mouth and his cock twitch in my hand, I let out my own moan.

Kim Shik let go of my hand and moved down to grab my ass cheeks. Feeling his fingers dig into my flesh made me let out another loud moan.

"Oh fuck... Kim Shik..." I moaned as he grabbed me, and I stroked him.

"Oh no," Kim Shik growled, "I'm your Daddy now."

"Fuuuckk!" I moaned. "Yes, Daddy!"

For a while we were both just panting and looking at each other as he felt my body and I worked his cock.

"Tzuyu!" Minjoon's voice shouted, and I looked past his dad and at my boyfriend.

"What?!" I shouted back without thinking.

He looked scared by me shouting at him, and how he didn't notice what was going on I had no idea.

"I... I got the towels." He told me.

I was ready to just let everything out, but then Kim Shik let go and pushed me away.

"Good," He said and left me in the middle of the pool, "Thanks son."

Kim Shik climbed out of the pool, and his body was like a superhero's, dripping in water and so fucking hot! He had no care about hiding the giant hard cock underneath his swim shorts. Minjoon glanced at it and went bright red but didn't say anything.

I climbed out after him and grabbed a towel from Minjoon.

"Thanks babe." I said and kissed his cheek before wrapping the towel around me.

"What were you two doing in there?" Minjoon whispered to me.

"Just hanging out." I replied.

"It looked like... I don't know." Minjoon whispered.

"Don't worry." I told him and walked off.

I laid back on the sunbed and drank the ice coffee that Minjoon made me while Kim Shik cleaned the BBQ. Another thirty minutes went by when I stood up and went to get myself a drink of water.

I was alone in the kitchen for a few seconds when a strong, firm hand grabbed my arse cheeks from behind. I knew it was Kim Shik.

He pressed his firm, half naked body against my back and pushed me against the kitchen counter.

"You better not think that I'm done with you." He growled into my ear from behind.

I looked forward out the window, and I could see Minjoon sat in the sun as his own dad pressed his hard cock against my ass.

"I pray to god that you're not done." I told him.

I felt so slutty and so free!

SPANK!

"Oooh!" I moaned as his palm crashed against my bare arse. God I never knew how much I loved getting spanked.

"Fucking whore," Kim Shik whispered. He grabbed me and spun me around, and then suddenly he grabbed my bikini top and yanked it off so my perky, soft tits bounced free. He was finally seeing them in person. "Even better than the pictures," he remarked.

His hands grabbed them firmly, and his fingers pulled on my nipples.

"Oooooh fuck!" I moaned. "I'm so glad you saw my pictures!"

Kim Shik slapped my tits, and I let out a yelp and a moan. Then he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the floor. I was on my knees, and when I looked up, Kim Shik was grabbing his swimming shorts. With a quick yank they were down by his ankles, and his big, majestic cock sprung free.

"Oh my fucking god!" I gasped! It was so much bigger than I expected.

"Let's see what slutty mouth feels like." He told me.

I actually gulped as I looked at his massive cock.

I sat up on my knees and gripped onto his cock with my right hand. I looked up at him one last time before licking my lips and staring at his cock again. My head moved forward, and I felt the warmth of his meat fill my mouth.

My lips closed and wrapped around his shaft, although I could barely fit him inside.

"Mmmm!" I moaned as I tasted a real man's cock filling my mouth!

It was godly! He throbbed in my mouth, and when I ran the base of my tongue along his head, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven!

What I didn't know was that it had been years since Kim Shik had received a blowjob, and feeling my young, hot mouth around his cock unlocked that animalistic side that he had hidden since his wife died.

I had barely started licking his head when he grabbed onto my hair. I looked up just as he pulled me down and forced his cock down my throat, deeper than Minjoon's was able to go, even if he tried to.

"Glllg!" I gagged on a cock for the first time in my life.

"That's it, slut," Kim Shik grunted. God, he had missed having a woman as a sex toy. "Take this fucking cock."

He shoved my head back and then down again.

"Gllg!" I gagged, "Gllg... gllg... gllg.. gllgg!"

Up and down he forced my mouth to take his cock over and over again! It was fucking amazing!!! This was what I had always wanted!!

He gripped onto my black hair, almost threatening to pull it out as he ruthlessly fucked my throat with his monster cock.

In a matter of seconds, spit started to drool down my chin and against my tits before dropping to the ground.

I was constantly gagging and moaning around his dick as he just took me.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Kim Shik moaned. He had forgotten how good a hot mouth felt. "Take it, you fucking whore!!"

My boyfriend was just outside, completely unaware that his own father was ruthlessly fucking his girlfriend's mouth like it was a flesh light.

Then, Kim Shik pulled my head down harder than ever. I felt his head hit my throat, and it tried to stop, but he kept pulling me.

"Swallow!" He grunted.

I just obeyed and swallowed, which allowed my throat to open, and another inch of his cock sunk down.

"GLLLLLLGGGGGG!!" I let out one long, loud gag as my throat gripped around his cock.

A constant stream of spit was pouring down my chin. My eyes were bulged and bloodshot as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Kim Shik held me down like that, air completely cut off as he filled my throat. I looked up at him with my tear filled eyes. I tried to breathe, but that would just make me gag around his cock and make my cheeks cave in.

"Keep holding it!" He growled.

My face started to turn red as I ran out of oxygen. I tried to instinctively pull back, but he tightened his grip and held me down.

Somehow, not even his entire cock was down my throat! There was still an inch or two left!!

"Gllllgggg!" I gagged and moaned as my lungs emptied.

I kept trying to pull back, but he wouldn't let up.

In my state of panic my hands slapped at his thighs, and finally Kim Shik let go of me. My head pulled back, and I felt every inch of his cock slide out of my throat. When his head pulled back a gallon of spit poured down my chin, and I gasped for air.

"Oh my god.... Ahhh." I panted.

My lungs were burning, and I was struggling to catch my breath. My face felt wet with tears and spit.

"Was that too rough?" Kim Shik asked me, and from his tone I could tell he was genuinely concerned.

After years of taming down his dominant sexual animal only to release it on a young girl, now Kim Shik was worried he took it too far.

I ran the back of my hand across my spit covered mouth and chin and looked up at him.

"Not at all... Daddy." I panted.

The smile on his face when I said that could've made me cum. I didn't wait for him to force his cock back into my mouth because I lunged for it.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned as I sloppily bobbed up and down like some porn star.

I slurped, spat, licked and sucked his cock like some cheap whore.

My right hand pulled my bikini bottoms to one side, and I sunk two fingers deep into my drenched pussy.

"Mmmmm!!" I moaned as I sucked his dick and fingered myself on the floor.

My mouth worked his cock like my life depended on it while I finger fucked myself for him. I loved fingering myself, but I was furiously plunging my fingers in and out on the kitchen floor.

"You fucking whore!" Kim Shik moaned. "Fuck!"

"Mmmmm!!" I kept moaning.

I pulled back to spit on his cock and then wrapped my lips around his meat again. I felt drenched in my own spit as it leaked down my chin and onto my tits in thick, white strands.

Kim Shik started to moan louder and louder, and his cock throbbed in my mouth. I was sure he was on the brink of cumming when he grabbed my head and pushed me back so hard I fell.

"Not yet," He grunted and pulled his shorts up, taking away my new favourite toy. "Get your ass back outside."

He went first, leaving me panting on the floor and covered in spit. I wanted to just finger myself to an orgasm right there, but I was going to follow every one of his orders.

I used the sink to wash my face and fingers before putting my bikini back into place and headed outside.

"Where have you been?" Minjoon asked me when I returned.

"Just the bathroom," I told him, and Kim Shik flashed me a wink. God, I wanted him. "You okay?"

"You and dad are acting weird." Minjoon grumbled.

"Don't worry about it." I told him and laid down.

I wish I could tell you that I felt guilty for the fact that I had just cheated on my boyfriend with his own dad. But I didn't. All I wanted was to have his dad fuck me.

Not long later, Kim Shik was lying down on a sunbed when he looked up.

"Tzuyu, will you put some sunscreen on me?" He shouted over.

"Dad!" Minjoon shouted. "That's not okay."

"Don't be so silly," I told Minjoon. "Of course I'll help."

Minjoon sighed as I walked over to his dad who laid on his stomach. I smirked to myself as I straddled his back, knowing full well that he could feel my hot, wet pussy against his back.

I poured the sunscreen onto Kim Shik's firm, hairy back and started to rub it in. Occasionally when I looked over, I could see how unhappy Minjoon was. I don't know why, but that turned me on more!

My small, soft hands ran all over Kim Shik's back, rubbing in the sunscreen and practically massaging this amazing man.

I pressed them into his shoulder blades, then his sides, feeling every inch of his back.

"Think you're ready for your front." I told him.

Kim Shik began to turn onto his back when Minjoon argued.

"No!" He shouted. "Dad, you can do that yourself."

"Minjoon, don't be such a baby." I told him, and he immediately backed down.

Now, I was straddled onto Kim Shik, and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my pussy with just our swimming costumes in the way. I was smiling at Kim Shik as I poured sunscreen onto his hairy chest.

My hand pressed onto him and began to spread it around. His muscles were so firm, I was heating up and completely forgot that my boyfriend was right there.

When my hands rubbed against his abs, my pussy twitched. Before I knew it, I was gently grinding myself against his hard cock.

Then, Kim Shik's hands landed on my smooth, firm thighs as I gently rocked back and forth.

"What is going on here?" Minjoon asked in a weak, pathetic tone.

"Be quiet." I panted.

I was rubbing his hairy chest. The sunscreen was well rubbed in now, but I wasn't stopping. I wanted Kim Shik, and he wanted me.

My pussy pressed down harder onto his throbbing cock as I stroked his entire length with it.

"Oh god." I panted.

"Tzuyu!" Minjoon gasped, but there was no hiding what was going on now.

"Minjoon!" Kim Shik shouted. "Shut up!"

Kim Shik gripped my thighs and started to push and pull me, stroking his cock with my body as I panted and my breathing got heavier.

"But... but..." Minjoon whispered.

He was sat there, watching his hot girlfriend grinding her pussy on his dad's hard cock, and he couldn't stop it.

He could just see my firm ass clench and relax as I pressed my clit harder against his dad.

"She's my girlfriend." Minjoon whispered weakly.

Kim Shik's firm grip pushed me further down his waist. Before I knew it, he grabbed his swimming shorts, pulled them down and his big, hard cock bounced free.

"Dad!" Minjoon shouted.

"Oh god!" I moaned. "I need it!"

My sunscreen covered hands grabbed his cock. Both of them wrapped around his meat and worked it up and down as he throbbed in my palms.

"Tzuyu... stop... please..." Minjoon pleaded.

I looked down at Kim Shik's glistening cock as both of my hands stroked him up and down.

"I'm sorry, Minjoon," I whispered but didn't stop looking at his dad's cock. "But I need a real man... and a real cock."

"What?" Minjoon whispered.

He was watching his girlfriend wanking his dad's cock, and he wasn't even stopping it.

"Show him what you were just doing in the kitchen." Kim Shik told me.

I knew it was humiliating Minjoon, but I didn't care. I was Kim Shik's to control.

With a flick of my head my black hair went backwards. Both of my hands held his cock upright, and I let a string of spit fall from my lips and land on his head.

"Tzuyu... don't." Minjoon whispered.

I didn't look or speak to him. I was sat up and bent my body over and wrapped my lips around Kim Shik's thick, hard cock.

"Ooohhh, good slut!" Kim Shik moaned.

"Mmmm!" I moaned as I did my best to suck his cock at this awkward angle.

My warm, wet tongue swirled around his thick head as my lips moved up and down his shaft. My hands kept stroking the parts that my mouth couldn't reach.

"That's it," Kim Shik grunted. "Show my son how a slut sucks a real cock."

"Mmmm!" I moaned again.

Minjoon was silent as he watched me taking his dad. For five minutes I serviced his cock until he grabbed me and pulled me up.

Once again, I was straddling Kim Shik with just my bikini blocking his cock to my pussy that pressed down on him.

Kim Shik grabbed my bikini top and yanked it free, so my big tits were free.

"Dad..." Minjoon whispered.

"I'm.... sorry..." I moaned as his dad was grabbing my body all over.

My tits pressed against Kim Shik's chest as I leaned down to kiss him. My tongue was inside Kim Shik's mouth, running against his own as he grabbed my back and then moved down to grab my arse cheeks.

"Mmm! Mmmm! Daddy!" I moaned into his mouth.

"Tzuyu..." Minjoon whispered again.

I was grinding up and down Kim Shik's bare cock as we made out, and he grabbed and spanked my arse.

I was moaning and panting into Kim Shik's mouth, but god, I was desperate for him.

"Right," Kim Shik said and spanked me again. "Let's go upstairs."

"What?" Minjoon asked.

Kim Shik threw me off him, and we both stood up. Minjoon stood up as if he was going to put his foot down until we all noticed the tent in his trousers! I couldn't stop myself from bursting into laughter.

"Jesus Christ, Minjoon," I laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen you that hard!"

Kim Shik laughed as well, and although Minjoon was bright red, he actually let out a weak moan.

Kim Shik's firm hand slapped and grabbed my arse cheek and pulled me close to his body.

"It's okay, son," Kim Shik said. "You can watch me fuck your girlfriend if you want."

"I'm sorry Minjoon," I told him genuinely. "But I need a real fucking. But yeah, feel free to watch. Maybe you can get some tips."

"He wishes." Kim Shik laughed.

My arms were around Kim Shik as we headed inside, neither of us caring to see if Minjoon was following. It was only when we got into Kim Shik's bedroom did we realise Minjoon was still with us as he closed the door.

"You can sit there," Kim Shik told him and pointed to an arm chair in the corner, and then he looked back at me. "Take off the last of your bikini."

"Yes, Daddy." I replied.

I pulled the string at the side of my bikini bottoms and let them drop to the floor, so both Kim Shik and I were naked. Kim Shik grabbed me, pulled my naked body against his and pushed his tongue into my mouth again.

I wondered what Minjoon was thinking as he watched his small, thin, hot girlfriend making out with his giant, muscular dad.

Kim Shik was grabbing my arse, pulling my cheeks apart, and I reached down to grip his cock and stroke him.

He threw me onto the bed, and I landed on my back. My legs instinctively spread open for him, giving Kim Shik his first look at my smooth, tight pussy.

As Kim Shik knelt onto the bed between my legs, he looked up at me.

"It's been a while since I've tasted a delicious pussy." He whispered.

When his tongue first made contact with my throbbing clit, my entire body tensed up and my chest heaved into the air.

"Fuuuck yes!" I moaned.

My fingers grabbed onto his head as his tongue flicked my clit over and over.

"Oh my god!! Minjoon! Minjoon!" I shouted. "It feels so fucking good!!"

Kim Shik was a master of going down on a woman. Every flick of his tongue was perfection! He would suck my smooth lips into his mouth and massage them before sliding the base of his tongue against my clit.

My moaning grew louder and louder until I was a desperate, slutty mess!

"Fuck me!" I shouted. "Oooh fuck, please fuck me!!"

Kim Shik looked up, and his lips were wet with my juices, and he smiled. He started to kiss and lick his way up my firm body. When his lips wrapped around my tits and his teeth bit down on my nipple, I grunted loudly.

His big, swinging cock tapped at my pussy.

"You're not wearing a condom." Minjoon whispered.

Kim Shik thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I wrapped my legs around him. Neither of us cared to answer Minjoon as we made out like two passionate lovers.

The head of Kim Shik's cock teased my desperate hole.

"Please..." I moaned, "Please... put it in me."

Kim Shik licked my neck, and then I felt his teeth bite down hard. I knew he was leaving a love bite to mark me as his slut, and I loved it!

"Just... don't cum inside her." Minjoon whispered. Once again, we ignored him.

As soon as I felt his head pushing past my wet folds, I could tell how much thicker he was than my boyfriend. It felt like I was losing my virginity again.

"Ooooohhh!" I gasped for air as my pussy stretched around Kim Shik's cock, and he delved inside of me.

He felt so unnaturally big that my pussy literally gripped around his shaft as inch after inch went deeper and deeper.

"Da... Daadddy." I moaned.

When I felt his body press against mine and I knew he was balls deep inside of me, I gasped for breath. I knew I could never go back to Minjoon's dick and feel any sort of satisfaction. Kim Shik had changed me and my pussy. This was what sex was supposed to feel like.

I gripped onto his back, and my nails dug into his skin as my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"FUUUCKKING HELL!!" I shouted. "YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG!!"

Kim Shik's hips pulled back and thrusted deep into me again, forcing the air from my lungs as I gasped.

"Such a tight cunt," Kim Shik grunted. "Has Minjoon even been inside you before?"

"He... might as well... not have." I gasped through heavy breaths.

Minjoon was gasping and moaning in the corner, but I didn't care. All that mattered was Kim Shik's big cock.

Kim Shik was doing long, slow thrusts. I knew he was trying to build up my pussy to take him, but I needed him now!! My hands moved down his back, and my nails dug into his firm arse cheeks.

"FUCK ME!!" I shouted and actually slapped his arse. "Fuck me now!"

"You asked for it, fucking whore." Kim Shik grunted.

"Dad..." Minjoon gasped.

But then Kim Shik pulled out his entire cock and shoved it deep inside of me.

"Yeeess!" I grunted.

I grabbed onto Kim Shik for dear life as he started to pound into my body like a rabid animal! My nails clawed at his back. I knew it was hurting him, but that just made him fuck me harder.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" I shouted.

He shoved his tongue into my mouth and aggressively made out with me as he battered my cunt.

"Mmm! Mmmm! I moaned into our sloppy kiss.

I wanted to be a whore for Kim Shik, the best whore he could imagine! He had given me exactly what I wanted.

I grabbed his head and pushed him back slightly.

"Spit in my mouth." I moaned and heard Minjoon gasp. He had no idea what a depraved slut his girlfriend was.

"You filthy slut." Kim Shik laughed.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue just in time for Kim Shik to spit directly into it. I gulped down his spit.

"Mmm, thank you, Daddy." I moaned.

He was driving his thick, long cock in and out of my pussy. With every thrust I was being forced into the bed. I was moaning like a fucking whore and loving every second of it!

"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh fuck, Daddy yess!!" I screamed as my pussy gripped around his cock. I was about to cum from sex for the first time in my life. "FUUCKK DADDY, I'M CUMMING!!!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs so hard it hurt my throat as my cunt gushed around his big, thick, hard cock.

"Keep cumming, you whore!!" Kim Shik roared.

His fingers gripped around my throat and held me down onto the bed as he fucked me through the biggest orgasm of my life.

"YEEESS DADDY!!" I moaned through his choking.

My legs went limp and flopped to the sides as Kim Shik's throbbing cock battered my ruined pussy.

"Turn around, whore." He grunted.

As soon as his cock left my aching cunt, I missed it. Then he grabbed my hips and forced me onto my hands and knees. He purposefully had me facing Minjoon, so I could look him in the eye as his own father destroyed my tight hole.

Kim Shik slapped my ass so hard I knew it would leave a mark, and then he grabbed my hips and forced his entire cock, balls deep inside of me.

"Ooooh fuck!" I moaned as my insides got rearranged by Kim Shik. "He's so big!" I moaned and looked into Minjoon's eyes.

He looked a mixture of excitement and sadness seeing his sweet, innocent girlfriend turn into a desperate whore in front of him. But the tent in his shorts made me know that he was enjoying it.

My head hung down as Kim Shik hammered in and out of me. His body slapped against mine every time, and my firm ass bounced against him.

Then Kim Shik grabbed my hair and yanked my head up.

"Tell Minjoon how you like it?" Kim Shik growled at me and made me look at his son and my boyfriend.

"I looove it!" I moaned. "Oooh Minjoon, he's so much... so much bigger than you! So much better!"

Minjoon's small, smooth chest was heaving up and down as he watched his girlfriend get ruined before his eyes.

Another sick thought came to my head. Apparently I liked humiliating my boyfriend, and so did he.

"Come... mmmfff fuck!" I moaned as Kim Shik drilled my cunt. "Come show me that little cock!"

"You sick bitch." Kim Shik laughed and slapped my ass.

Minjoon was hesitant and didn't move.

"Now!" I shouted at him.

Kim Shik eased up on his harsh fucking, so I wasn't bouncing as much while Minjoon walked towards me. He stood at the end of the bed, but he was too nervous to get out his little, thin cock. Fucking pussy.

I grabbed his shorts and yanked them down, revealing his hard cock.

"Fucking hell, Minjoon," Kim Shik laughed.

"I know!" I laughed as well and grabbed Minjoon's cock. Having now felt Kim Shik's meat, Minjoon's felt like nothing. "How did I go so long with this little thing!"

Kim Shik was slowly fucking me, which meant I could feel every inch of his thick cock sliding in and out of me. My pussy was clenching around him, coating his shaft in my juices.

My fingers wrapped around Minjoon's dick easily, and I stroked it.

"Oooohh!" Minjoon moaned and twitched in my hand.

"This is all you deserve," I moaned to him. "You can get my hand while a real cock uses my cunt!"

Kim Shik sped up fucking me, and it made my tits bounce underneath me as my pussy now loosened up and took him with ease.

My right hand was stroking up and down my boyfriend's little cock as he leaked all over it and moaned.

"I'm... ooh fuck, Minjoon!" I moaned. "I can't go back to this... mmm fuucckk! I'm gonna need your dad's cock from now on!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Kim Shik battered my arse cheeks with his hands as he fucked me harder and harder.

"I hope you understand," I moaned. "I... I'll still be your girlfriend... but only your dad can fuck me from now on!"

He was twitching in my hand and moaning louder. Kim Shik was laughing as his body slapped against mine.

I started to bounce back on Kim Shik, stroking his cock with my cunt as I moaned and panted.

"You're... oooh fuck, Daddy!!" I shouted. "You're just... so fucking small!!"

"Oooohh Tzuyu!!" Minjoon squealed as his little cock started to shoot cum all over my face.

"Fucking hell!" Kim Shik laughed. "That was fast!"

Although I was surprised by taking a facial off my pathetic boyfriend, I kept stroking him throughout. It was the least I could do since I was fucking his dad.

Minjoon kept erupting over my face, and it dripped down onto the bed as I stroked his little pecker and used his cum as lube to jerk him faster.

"Sit down, son. You're all done here." Kim Shik told him.

I gave Minjoon's cock that was already going soft a little tap, more of a slap, and laughed. Humiliated, Minjoon went and sat down again in the corner.

Kim Shik grabbed my hair and pulled my head up.

"Right then," Kim Shik grunted, and then he shoved my head down so it pressed against the bed while my arse stayed stuck in the air. "Time to claim this cunt!"

I honestly couldn't believe how fucking hard he was battering my pussy with his cock.

It was like a man possessed, hell bent on ruining my young, tight cunt. His entire body hammered into me. I was making noises I never knew I could. I screamed with pleasure at the top of my lungs.

Before long I felt coated in my own sweat as I became a piece of meat for Kim Shik to fuck.

"Fuuck!" Kim Shik groaned. "Get ready for my cum!!"

My pussy tightened around his thick cock as he slid it in and out.

"No!" Minjoon protested. "Don't cum in her! She's not on the pill!"

SPANK!

Kim Shik pulled my head up slightly by my hair.

"Whore, what do you say?" He asked me.

I managed to turn my head enough to look at Minjoon while I felt Kim Shik's throbbing cock pulsate inside of me. I knew no matter what, I was going to get my unprotected pussy bathed in his seed, but I wanted Minjoon to know that I wanted it.

"Cum inside me!" I moaned, and Minjoon gasped. "Fill my unprotected, teen cunt with your thick, hot cum!"

He fucked me harder and harder, and the sound of my wet pussy being slapped by his cock filled the room as Minjoon whispered to himself, begging his dad not to do it.

"Cum inside me, Daddy!" I moaned. "Please fill your whore with cum! Drain your balls inside me!! Fuuck Daddy, cum inside my fucking cunt!!"

"Fuuuuuucckkkkk!!" Kim Shik roared at the top of his lungs as his cock expanded, stretching me even wider, and then I felt it.

The first time in my life... a stream of hot, baby making cum landed inside my cunt.

"YEEESSS DADDY!!" I screamed as another orgasm was forced through my body.

Kim Shik and I were cumming together as his seed unloaded deep inside of me, heading straight for my womb.

Minjoon just sat there and watched as his dad was breeding me. I could feel Minjoon's cum on my face while his dad unleashed his cum inside my unprotected cunt.

I clenched my cunt around Kim Shik. I wanted to milk every drop of cum from his balls inside of me.

Both of us were panting and gasping for breath as our orgasms slowly died down.

"Oh my god... oh my god..." I panted.

I pulled sweaty strands of hair from my face and looked up at my boyfriend. Kim Shik slapped my ass and pulled out of me.

I remained on my hands and knees while I felt his cum leak out of my cunt and drain down my thighs.

"Son," Kim Shik called out, "Come look at what I've done to your girlfriend."

Like the weak person he was, Minjoon walked behind me. I could feel my pussy spasming as Minjoon observed the gallon of cum leaking from it.

"What if she gets pregnant?" Minjoon whispered.

Another sick thought came to my head.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs.

Guess you will have to try and stop that." I told him and laughed.

Minjoon looked at me and then his dad, who was also laughing.

"H-how?" Minjoon asked.

"Well," I told him and spread my legs wider as my fingers rolled around my pussy lips and got coated in Kim Shik's cum, "Although he came so much and so deep in me that he probably will get me pregnant, you could try and stop it... by eating my creampied cunt."

"What?!" Minjoon gasped. "No... I can't."

"Mmm come on, baby," I moaned and started to finger my battered, swollen pussy with Kim Shik's cum. "You don't want your dad to get your girlfriend pregnant, do you?"

"N-no..." He whispered.

I fingered myself a little faster, pushing the cum back inside of me while my boyfriend watched.

"Come on, Minjoon," I moaned. "His cum is staying in me... only one way for you to try and stop it."

"Go on, son," Kim Shik laughed and put a hand on Minjoon's back. "See if you can stop your Dad from breeding your girlfriend."

Minjoon looked at me, his dad, and then my pussy.

"You won't cum inside her again?" Minjoon asked.

"No promises." Kim Shik laughed.

My heart beat faster when I saw Minjoon lowering himself. He was actually about to eat my pussy that was filled with his own dad's cum!!

"Mmmm, good boy," I moaned as he got closer. "Get all of that cum out of me. Stop me from getting pregnant by another man."

He was too embarrassed to speak, but his tongue found my battered hole.

"Ooooh Minjoon!" I moaned. "That's it! Eat my creampie!"

To my own surprise, Minjoon ate my pussy with more passion than ever before! I was sure he loved the taste of his own dad's cum. He looked so pathetic, eating all of the cum from me for ten minutes while me and Kim Shik laughed at him.

"Right, that's enough," Kim Shik said. "Tzuyu, I'll let you know the next time you can take my cock."

I stood up and kissed Kim Shik.

"Thanks, Daddy," and then I grabbed Minjoon's hand. "Come on, babe. I'm knackered after that."

Minjoon was either too stunned or ashamed to say anything, but we went back to his room together, where I practically passed out after that fucking.

After Cuckolding

When I woke up, Minjoon was already awake with a blank look on his face.

"Mmm, morning babe," I said. I went to sit up, but between my legs ached. "Damn, your dad really battered me, didn't he?"

"Tzuyu," Minjoon whispered, "How did that happen?"

"What?" I asked. "Me and your dad? Look babe, I need a dominant man to really fuck me properly."

"I can do that." Minjoon told me.

"Oh honey, it's cute that you think that," I said and held his hand, "But you can't. You're just not man enough to do it. But your dad is."

He kept looking at my eyes, and I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"You're amazing in other ways," I reassured him. "You're a great boyfriend. You're kind, caring and loving. You just can't fuck me how I need to be fucked. It's not serious. It's just sex."

"So... you're going to keep doing it?" He asked.

"Yes," I answered honestly. "I can't go back to... that," I said and pointed at his crotch. "Like I said, you can still be my boyfriend and we will be a happy couple, but I'm going to keep fucking your dad whenever he wants me."

I could see the cogs turning behind his eyes. I wasn't even that surprised that he wasn't objecting. This was just who Minjoon was.

"He can't keep cumming inside you." Minjoon told me.

"That's up to him really." I said with a smile.

"Tzuyu, what if you get pregnant?" He weakly argued.

"Look, I'm your dad's to use. If he wants to knock me up, then that's up to him," I said. "If you want to keep trying to stop it by eating his cum out of me, then I won't stop you. I'm willing to do that for you."

He looked ashamed and embarrassed that he had actually gone down on me after his dad came inside me.

"Is it true... that I can only have your hand from now on?" He asked me.

"Yeah," I answered. Even if Kim Shik didn't make me, I wouldn't want to have sex with Minjoon again. "After your dad ruined my pussy, now your cock will do nothing for me. But I'll wank you off every now and again."

It was a ridiculous offer, but Minjoon agreed obviously.

For a while Kim Shik and I would only have sex while Minjoon was there to watch. But after a while we couldn't wait for Minjoon. Kim Shik would start texting me to come over where I'd suck his dick, and then he started fucking me without Minjoon there.

Sometimes Minjoon only found out that his dad had fucked me when he ate my pussy and tasted his dad's cum.

I jerked Minjoon's cock at least once a week, normally while degrading him, and he really loved that.

80% of the time Minjoon and I were like a normal, happy couple that were in love. But when his father was there, I was Kim Shik's whore. It might be weird, but it worked for us.

What next?

Which led us to the start of this story. Cum was leaking out of my pussy as I had been riding Kim Shik's cock for nearly an hour, screaming my head off as my cuckold boyfriend listened from downstairs.

I was sweating and panting as I laid next to Kim Shik.

"I fucking love your cock." I moaned.

"Oh, I know," Kim Shik said with a smile. "I think it's time to start with the next plan."

"Really?" I asked and rolled over to look at him.

"Yeah, I already bought it. It's in the cupboard." He told me.

I got up, excited as I pulled out the new toy.

"Do you really think he'd go for it?" I asked as I held the object in my hands.

"He's already eaten god knows how much of my cum from your pussy," Kim Shik said to me. "This won't be hard to get him to agree to."

I tried out the toy, tying the straps to me and then held the thick dildo in my hands. It was my first strap on.

"So, you want to make my cuckold boyfriend into a faggot as well?" I asked and laughed.

"Oh yeah," Kim Shik said. "His cock is pretty useless, but at least his ass could be made to work."

I thought about fucking Minjoon with the strap on, and the idea made my cum filled pussy ready for another round.

In a minute I was bent over as Kim Shik fucked me from behind.

"FUCK ME DADDY!! FUCK YOUR WHORE'S CUNT!!! OOOH FUCK, DADDY, BREED ME AGAIN!!" I screamed, and I knew Minjoon was downstairs, stroking his little cock to the sounds.

My soon to be cock taking, cuckold boyfriend.

[authorhjk1]

Please do lip chapter for Jihyo as stepmom. The reader catches her cheating and she uses her tits and her mouth to shut him up.

Lips #7

(Jihyo X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1361 words

"Then explain this to me please."

You drop your phone on the counter. It's a picture of your stepmom, kissing a man who isn't your dad.

"That isn't me."

Jihyo doesn't even look properly as she continues to cook.

"Oh, really? And this one?"

You swipe right and there she is again with the man's hand under her dress. Her face is clearly visible.

She rolls her eyes and finally looks at you.

"What exactly do you think you're doing? I'm a grown woman. I can do whatever I want."

"You're also married to my dad, so this isn't right."

"Oh please."

Jihyo doesn't seem to take you seriously. You grab your phone again and dial his number.

"I'm gonna call him then."

Before you can, Jihyo grabs your hand.

"Don't."

"Oh, so it was you in the picture."

"You know what?"

Jihyo steps closer to you.

"Maybe I should tell him how you look at my chest every chance you get."

"W-What? I don't do that."

She raises an eyebrow.

"This isn't about me anyway. This is about you."

"You can't expect me to believe that. I bet you took these pictures to get off and now you feel bad. Am I right?"

"No, that's wrong!"

Jihyo chuckles, clearly thinking that she caught you.

"I bet your phone is full of pictures with me."

"No it isn't."

"Show me then."

Jihyo attempts to grab your phone but you take a step back.

"I knew it."

She leans on the counter, looking at you for a moment. Then she sighs.

"You know what? Let's make a deal."

You hesitate.

"You don't tell your dad and I won't tell him you have all these pictures of me."

"I don't have any pictures. Just the ones I took yesterday."

"Oh, stop lying."

Jihyo glares at you, but then she seems to rethink her proposal.

"Okay, different deal. You don't tell your dad and I don't tell him about the pictures."

You open your mouth, but she shuts you up by glaring at you again.

"And....I'll throw in a blowjob."

"W-What?"

Jihyo grins at your reaction.

"You like the idea?"

"N-No, I-"

"Don't pretend like you don't."

She steps forward and places her hand on your crotch. You look at her with wide eyes. But her cleavage catches your gaze before you can stop it. Jihyo is smaller than you and you can freely stare at her tits when she stands so close. She catches you looking and her smile widens.

"I'll let you touch them."

Your eyes are locked with hers and for a while no one says a word.

"O-Okay."

You finally give in.

"Good."

Jihyo sighs, maybe even relieved she could convince you.

"But you better sit down for this."

She nods toward the closest chair.

You slowly sit down and watch how Jihyo gets on her knees in front of you. Your breath hitched when you feel her hands undo your pants. Then she pulls them down together with your boxers.

"Not bad."

She smiles up at you after seeing your cock. You wonder if she's pretending or not. But it doesn't matter as soon as she wraps a hand around the base.

Jihyo gets right into it without much foreplay. Instead of carefully licking your length or focusing on your tip, she immediately takes half of your cock in her mouth. The sudden warmth has your breath shaking. Your head drops back as your stepmom's bobs up and down in your lap. Her pace is quick right from the get go. You feel how her saliva starts to coat your cock, some if it running down parts of your length she isn't reaching with her lips. Instead, her hand is spreading it over your skin. Jihyo continues to suck you off without a break. Her tongue seems to expertly lick the underside of your shaft as if it has a life of its own. Her lips continue to glide up and down. Eventually, she draws back and both of you stare at your saliva covered cock.

"That's what you wanted, right? To have your stepmom make your dick wet?"

You hesitantly nod, but since she's kneeling, you once again have an amazing view of her tits. Before you can even say anything, Jihyo lets go of your cock and lets it fall against your stomach. You watch how she grabs her skimpy top and pulls it off above her head. You help her out in the end and throw it away. A knowing smile plays around her lips when she gets rid of her bra as well.

You bite your lip as you see her tits for the first time. They look amazing. Just perfect.

"You want those puppies on your cock, don't you?"

Your stepmom's lewd words make you sigh, but you nod. She leans forward and slowly wraps her tits around your dick. You groan as you feel how soft they are.

"Does it feel that good?"

She teases you as she uses her hands to make sure your cock doesn't escape her cleavage. You have to take deep breaths as Jihyo begins to move her entire upper body up and down. Her tits glide along your length and you have to admit you never felt this good. They just feel amazing on your cock. So warm and so soft. Just perfect.

Jihyo continues to move her tits while looking up at you, visibly amused by your reaction. Eventually she loses her grip and your cock escapes her cleavage.

"Oh, no. We can't have that. We want to make you cum after all, don't we?"

She grins up at you and guides your cock between her tits once more. Then she looks down and lets a trail of spit fall from her lips and onto your tip. Jihyo begins to move her tits again and soon the saliva is spread evenly across your length once more. This time your cock is angled a little higher, so now your tip spears through her cleavage whenever she moves down.

"Oh god."

You sigh whenever it brushes against her lips. Then Jihyo opens her mouth and your head starts to spin. Whenever she moves upwards, your entire cock gets swallowed by her tits. Then, as she moves down, you can feel the skin glide along your length, until she reaches your base. Your tip peaks out of the gap between her tits everytime and Jihyo quickly wraps her lips around it. She's going so slow she can even let her tongue swirl around it once before it leaves her mouth again.

Both of you know that you won't be able to hold back for long like this.

"Do it."

She taunts you with a teasing smile.

"Be a bad boy and paint your stepmom's tits with your load."

You try your best to hold on, but Jihyo doesn't make it easy.

"I know you want to. Just cum all over them and take as many pictures as you want."

"Jihyo..."

You groan her name as you climax. Jihyo is just moving downwards. The first hit of your cum gets completely swallowed up by her tits. Then your tip appears and most of your cum lands on both her tits. A big shot hits her chin. And then the rest just dribbles onto her cleavage.

"Now that's picture worthy, isn't it?"

You're unable to move, but when Jihyo nods toward your phone, still holding her tits in place, wrapped around your cock, you realize she's serious. You quickly reach for it and aim the camera at her. The first couple of pictures just focus on her tits with your cock in between them. Then you make sure you capture her face as well and Jihyo actually winks at the camera.

Once you're done, she lets go of your cock.

"Now delete the pictures you took yesterday. We had a deal."

Her face is serious again and you do as agreed.

"Your dad won't be home until tomorrow."

Your heartbeat quickens as you look down at her.

"What do you say to a little stepmom and stepson bonding time in the bedroom?"