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[thesilentakuma]

Brutal Workout

TW: NON-CON | Don't Like It, Don't Read It.

Kazuha × M!Reader

3,538 Words

I've been Kazuha's personal trainer for months now, watching her sweat through sessions at this quiet local gym. She's 22, a member of LE SSERAFIM, with that tight body honed from idol life—perky tits straining against her blue sports bra, ass hugged by those blue tight sports leggings that leave nothing to the imagination. Today, the gym's mostly empty, just a few late-night stragglers on the far side, but I don't care. I've planned this. My cock's been hard thinking about breaking her, owning her famous little frame.

We start with stretches. I stand behind her as she bends over, her leggings stretching thin over her pussy mound. 'Deeper, Kazuha,' I growl, pressing my hips against her ass, feeling the heat through the fabric. She tenses but doesn't pull away—professional, always so obedient. I grab her waist, pulling her back harder, my fingers digging into her sides. 'You need to feel the burn,' I say, but my voice is thick with lust. She glances back, confused, but I smile and release her. Not yet.

Next, weights. I spot her on squats, hands on her hips guiding her down. Each time she rises, I let my thumbs brush the underside of her sports bra, feeling the soft swell of her tits. Her breathing quickens, not from exertion. 'You're doing great,' I murmur, leaning in close, my breath on her neck. She nods, focused, but I see the flush on her cheeks. After a set, I hand her water, watching her throat work as she swallows. My mind races—soon, that'll be my cock down there.

The gym quiets more; the last guy leaves, door clicking shut. It's just us now, but I want the risk. I lead her to the mats for core work. 'On your back,' I command. She lies down, legs up in bicycle crunches. I kneel between her thighs, hands on her ankles, pushing them higher. Her leggings ride up, camel toe forming perfectly. I slide my hands down her calves, then grip her thighs, spreading them wider than needed. 'Hold the position,' I say, my fingers inching toward her crotch. She squirms. 'Trainer, that's—' I cut her off, pressing my palm flat against her pussy through the fabric. 'Quiet. This is part of the workout.'

She gasps, trying to close her legs, but I force them apart, rubbing roughly over her slit. 'What are you doing? Stop!' she yelps, voice echoing in the empty space. I laugh low, groping harder, fingers outlining her folds. Her sports bra heaves with panicked breaths. I yank the bra up, exposing her nipples—pink and hardening in the cool air. I pinch one roughly, twisting until she cries out. 'These tits are mine now, idol slut.' She screams, 'No! Help!' but the gym's too deserted. I slap her face lightly. 'Scream louder; maybe someone hears your K-pop ass getting owned.'

I flip her onto her stomach for planks, but instead, I straddle her back, grinding my hard cock against her ass. She bucks, sobbing, but I pin her arms. Ripping at her leggings, I tear a hole right over her asshole and pussy—fabric shredding loud in the silence. Her bare ass cheeks spill out, pale and perfect. 'Look at that,' I degrade her, spanking hard, leaving red prints. 'Famous girl, exposed like a whore in public.' The gym mirrors reflect us; anyone walking in sees her holes winking through the rip.

I shove two fingers into her dry pussy, fingering roughly, stretching her walls. She screams, body jerking. 'Tight little cunt,' I grunt, adding a third finger, pumping fast. Her juices start unwillingly, betraying her. I pull out, slick fingers to her mouth. 'Suck them clean.' She clamps her lips, so I force them in, mouth-fingering her, gagging her on her own taste. She chokes, tears streaming, as I fuck her mouth with my digits.

Standing now, I drag her up by her hair, slamming her against the weight rack—public view from the windows. I unzip, cock springing free, thick and veined. 'On your knees, bitch.' She shakes her head, screaming, but I force her down, shoving my cock into her mouth. Deepthroat—balls slapping her chin as I plow her throat. She gags violently, vomit bubbling at the corners, but I hold her head, fucking relentlessly. 'Choke on it, LE SSERAFIM whore. Your fans would love this.' Drool cascades down her chin onto her exposed tits.

I pull out, strings of spit connecting us, and bend her over the bench press—prone-bone style. Her ripped leggings frame her holes. I spit on her asshole, then ram my cock in dry. She howls, 'It hurts! Stop!' Anal rape, tight ring tearing around me. I plow deep, balls slapping her pussy, dominating every inch. Her screams turn to whimpers as I ream her ass, pulling out to slap it red.

Not done. I flip her onto her back for mating press—legs folded to her chest, holes splayed. Vaginal now: I slam into her pussy, fingering her clit roughly while thrusting. She claws at me, but I pin her wrists. 'Take it, you degraded slut. Your body's for fucking.' I lean down, biting her nipples, twisting them hard—nipple play making her arch in pain.

I grab my gym bag, pulling out toys. First, anal beads—thick string of them, I shove into her ass while still buried in her pussy. She screams as I yank them out, one by one, her hole gaping. Then a vibrator—buzzing against her clit while I fuck her harder. Her body betrays her again, clenching around me.

Standing sex next: I hoist her up, her legs wrapping unwillingly around me as I carry-fuck her across the gym floor. Carry sex, bouncing her on my cock—vaginal deep, her tits jiggling. Windows overlook the street; cars pass, potential eyes on us. 'Public fuck for the idol,' I humiliate, slapping her ass. She sobs, 'Please, no... people will see.' I laugh, 'That's the point, cumdump.'

Full-nelson now: I lock her arms behind her head, lifting her like a ragdoll, impaling her ass on my cock again. Facing the mirrors, she sees herself—debased, holes used. I bounce her, degrading: 'Look at your ruined makeup, whore. LE SSERAFIM's ass-toy.' Her screams mix with gags as I choke her with my belt from the bag—strangulation, leather tight around her throat. Her face purples, eyes bulging, but I don't let up, plowing her asshole while she gasps.

Filming it all—phone propped on a dumbbell, capturing every thrust, every scream. 'Smile for your fans,' I taunt, zooming on her creampied ass as I finally unload—hot cum flooding her bowels, leaking out through the ripped leggings.

I drop her to the mat, spent, her body twitching, holes wrecked. 'Good session, Kazuha. Same time next week.' She curls up, humiliated, broken—but my cock twitches already for more.

I watch Kazuha curl up on the gym mat, her body a mess—cum dripping from her torn asshole through the shredded leggings, tits still out, face streaked with tears and spit. She's whimpering, broken, but that just makes my cock stir again. I can't stop here; the night's young, and I want the world to see what a filthy idol slut she is. Grabbing her by the hair, I yank her to her feet. 'We're not done, whore. Time for a real workout—outside.' She stumbles, legs shaking, begging, 'No, please... let me go.' I slap her ass hard, the rip in her pants exposing her cheeks. 'Shut up and walk, or I'll drag you naked.'

I shove her toward the exit, one hand clamped on her arm, the other groping her tit roughly through the bunched-up bra. The cool night air hits us as we step out—streetlights buzzing, distant traffic. The local park's just a block away, always busy with late joggers, dog walkers, and couples. Perfect for breaking her publicly. I march her there, her exposed holes flashing with every step. People glance— a guy on his phone does a double-take, smirking. Kazuha tries to cover herself, but I twist her arm behind her back. 'Hands down, bitch. Let them see LE SSERAFIM's used cunt.'

We reach the park entrance, paths lit by lamps, benches scattered. A group of young guys playing basketball nearby, a woman walking her dog, families lingering from evening picnics. I spot a secluded-ish clearing by the trees, but still visible—enough cover to start, but open for an audience. I push her into the grass, face down. She screams, 'Help! Someone!' Heads turn; the basketball guys pause, murmuring. One pulls out his phone. Good—let them film.

Prone-bone again: I drop my pants, kneel over her, and slam my cock back into her ass. No lube, just the remnants of my earlier load. She howls, body bucking wildly under me. 'Fuck, your shithole's looser now, slut. But still tight enough to ruin.' I plow deep, hips crashing against her cheeks, the rip in her leggings framing the brutal invasion. Her screams echo—raw, desperate. The dog walker freezes, then hurries off, but the basketball crew edges closer, phones out, capturing every thrust. 'Yo, is that... Kazuha? Holy shit, she's getting reamed!' one laughs. Humiliation burns her face red as she realizes. I degrade her louder: 'Hear that, idol? Your fans are watching you get ass-fucked like a street whore.'

I grab the belt from my waist—forgot the gym one, but this works. Loop it around her neck, pulling tight like reins. Strangulation kicks in; she gags, choking as I yank back, arching her body. Her ass clenches around my cock from the lack of air, milking me harder. 'Choke on it, you worthless cumrag. Scream for your audience.' She rasps, eyes watering, but I don't ease up, plowing faster, dominating her completely. The guys cheer now, zooming in—'Deeper, man! Wreck that K-pop ass!'

Pulling out, I flip her over for mating press in the open grass. Legs pinned to her shoulders, her pussy and ass on full display through the hole. A small crowd forms—more phones lighting up, people whispering, 'That's really her... filming this shit.' I ram into her pussy this time, vaginal rape brutal and unrelenting. Fingers dig into her clit, fingering roughly, pinching until she shrieks. 'Your famous twat's dripping for strangers now, huh? Bet your groupmates would disown a park slut like you.' She claws the dirt, sobbing, but her hips twitch involuntarily. I lean in, mauling her nipples—twisting, pulling, biting until they're swollen and bruised. Nipple play makes her arch, pain mixing with the forced pleasure.

From my pocket, I pull the vibrator—still buzzing from the gym bag I grabbed on the way out. Shove it against her clit while thrusting, the hum mixing with her gurgled screams. Her body convulses, pussy squirting around my cock despite the tears. 'Look at you, cumming in public like a depraved bitch.' The crowd grows— a couple joins, the woman shocked but filming too. 'Oh my god, he's destroying her...'

Anal beads next: I yank the vibe out, stuff the beads into her ass one by one—thick, unyielding. She wails as they stretch her, then I tug them free in a rush, her hole gaping wide for all to see. 'Smile for the cameras, whore. This vid's going viral.' Phones flash; I hear clicks and laughs. Humiliation peaks—she covers her face, but I slap her hands away. 'Eyes open. Let them see LE SSERAFIM's ruined holes.'

Standing now, I hoist her up—carry sex, her legs dangling as I impale her pussy on my cock. Bouncing her like a fucktoy, I walk her deeper into the park, toward the lit path. People scatter and gather; a jogger stops dead, phone out. 'Public fuck for the star,' I grunt, slamming up into her with each step. Her tits bounce wildly, bra long discarded in the grass. She screams, 'Stop! Everyone's watching!' I laugh, groping her ass, fingers probing the ripped fabric. 'That's right—your degradation's entertainment now.'

Full-nelson variation: I shift, locking her arms behind her head, facing the crowd. Ass impaled again, I lift and drop her on my cock, her body on display. Strangers circle closer, filming from all angles—deepthroat prep. I lower her to her knees mid-thrust, forcing her mouth onto me. Oral rape: cock straight from her ass to her throat. She gags hard, retching as I deepthroat her, balls smacking her chin. 'Taste your shithole, idol. Clean it for your fans.' Vomit dribbles, but I hold her nose, making her choke deeper. The crowd whoops—'Suck it, bitch!' one yells.

Mouth-fingering follows: I pull out, shove three fingers down her throat, gagging her until she pukes a little, then smear it over her face. 'Filthy pig. LE SSERAFIM's vomit-slut.' She heaves, humiliated, as flashes continue. Back to standing sex: I pin her against a tree, one leg hooked over my arm, plowing her pussy while the crowd films. Rough groping everywhere—tits squeezed, ass spanked raw. 'Beg for more, you degraded toy.' She doesn't, just screams, but I choke her with my hand now, belt dangling.

Finally, I drag her to a bench—prone over it, ass up for all. Anal creampie incoming: I ream her shithole one last time, brutal and fast, the crowd chanting 'Cum in her! Cum in her!' Phones capture the load as I explode, hot spurts filling her bowels, overflowing down her thighs. I pull out, letting it leak publicly, then finger her ass to push more in, degrading: 'Keep it plugged, whore. Walk home like that.'

The crowd disperses slowly, vids already uploading. Kazuha collapses on the bench, wrecked, sobbing. I zip up, pat her head. 'Best session yet. Fans'll love the show.' She doesn't respond—just broken, exposed under the stars.

Kazuha lies sprawled on the park bench, her body limp and glistening with sweat, cum, and dirt from the grass. Her leggings are in tatters around her thighs, pussy and ass leaking my load onto the wood. She's sobbing quietly, eyes half-lidded, but the fire in me isn't out—it's raging. The crowd's thinning, but those basketball guys linger, eyes hungry, phones still recording. I spot them: four dudes, early twenties, built like athletes, smirks on their faces. 'Hey, fellas,' I call out, voice casual like we're buddies. 'This idol slut's up for sharing. Who's first?' They exchange glances, then grin, circling closer. Kazuha whimpers, trying to curl up, but I grab her ankles and drag her off the bench onto the path—right under the streetlamp for maximum exposure. Joggers slow down, a family nearby gasps and pulls out their phone instead of calling help. Public spectacle's just starting.

One guy—tall, buzzcut—steps up first. 'For real? LE SSERAFIM's Kazuha? Fuck yeah.' I nod, yanking her arms behind her back. From my gym bag (I fetched it quick), I pull handcuffs—standard trainer gear for 'motivation.' Click them on her wrists, cold metal biting her skin. She thrashes weakly. 'No, please... don't let them...' I slap her face hard, stunning her. 'Shut it, toy. You're public property now.' Buzzcut drops his shorts, his thick cock springing free—veiny, already hard. He grabs her hair, forces her mouth open, and shoves in deep. Oral assault: he face-fucks her roughly, hips pistoning, balls slapping her chin. She gags, drool spilling, but he doesn't stop, choking her throat with each thrust.

Meanwhile, I kneel behind her, spreading her legs wide in a forced split on the concrete path. Her pussy's swollen, red from earlier abuse. I ram my cock back into her ass—no prep, just brutal entry. Anal rape resumes, my hips slamming against her cheeks, the handcuffs rattling with every pound. She's muffled around Buzzcut's dick, body rocking between us. The other guys cheer, one filming close-up of her stretched holes. 'Look at that gape—dude wrecked her good.' A small crowd gathers: late-night walkers, a couple on a date, even an older man with a camera. Whispers turn to excited murmurs; no one's intervening—this is viral gold.

Buzzcut pulls out, strings of spit connecting his cock to her lips. 'My turn on that ass.' I slide free, letting him take over. He flips her onto her back—missionary style, but rough. Legs hooked over his shoulders, he plunges into her pussy, folding her in half. Vaginal pounding: deep, savage strokes that make her tits jiggle. She screams, but I straddle her chest, pinching her nipples viciously—twisting until they're purple, then slapping them red. 'Scream louder, whore. Entertain your audience.' Her cries draw more eyes; phones light up the night, capturing the gangbang.

Next guy—stocky, tattooed—joins in. He uncuffs one hand quick, only to tie her wrists to her ankles with my belt, hogtying her on the path. Body arched, ass and pussy up like an offering. 'Hogtied idol—perfect.' He mounts her from behind, doggy-style variation: cock spearing her ass while she's bound. The position stretches her painfully, holes exposed to the crowd. He spanks her cheeks raw, leaving handprints, then chokes her with his forearm—strangulation tight, her face turning blue. She gasps, vision blurring, but he keeps thrusting, ass-fucking her unconscious. Her body goes slack mid-thrust, eyes rolling back—out cold from the pressure on her throat. Unconscious rape: he doesn't stop, plowing her limp form, the crowd gasping. 'She's passed out—keep going!' one films.

I take her mouth while she's out, deepthroating her flaccid throat. No resistance; her head lolls as I fuck her face, cock bulging her neck. Cum from earlier mixes with fresh drool, bubbling out. The fourth guy—lean, pierced—waits his turn, stroking himself. When Stocky finishes, dumping a load in her ass (hot spurts overflowing), he cuts in. Unties her partially, just enough to flip her into reverse cowgirl on the path. But she's still dazed, barely conscious. He sits, impales her pussy on his cock, and bounces her like a ragdoll—her bound hands flailing. Public eyes everywhere: a woman nearby bites her lip, filming discreetly; teens on bikes stop to watch.

Strangulation round two: I loop the belt around her neck again, pulling from behind while Pierced thrusts up. She chokes awake, coughing, but the air denial makes her pussy clench. 'Fight it, slut—makes you tighter.' He gropes her clit, rubbing hard, forcing twitches from her body. The guys rotate: Buzzcut takes her ass now, double penetration—his cock in her shithole while Pierced stays in her pussy. DP gangrape: both pounding in sync, her body sandwiched, holes stretched to tearing. She wails hoarsely, the belt yanking her head back. Crowd's bigger—twenty people now, a mix of shocked and aroused, all recording. 'Gangbanged in the park—Kazuha's done for.' Flashes pop; I hear laughs and moans from onlookers.

They hogtie her fully again—wrists to ankles, belt cinched tight—rolling her onto her side for side-fuck. Lean guy slides into her mouth, skull-fucking the bound idol. Unconscious edges in: she fades from the strain, body limp as he throat-pies her, cum shooting straight down. I reclaim her pussy, missionary with legs pinned, choking her awake with my hands—thumbs on her windpipe, squeezing until she bucks. Brutal vaginal rape: I drill deep, balls-deep every time, her walls raw and unwilling. Tattoos grabs her tits, mauling them—sucking nipples hard, biting until blood beads.

Full gang shift: All four plus me now, rotating positions. One in her ass (prone bone on the grass), one in her pussy (spooning beside), one in her mouth (kneeling), and the last jerking over her face. Handcuffs back on, belt for hogtie accents. She's a bound, multi-holed fuckmeat—screams turning to gurgles. Strangulation cycles: each guy chokes her during their turn, her passing out repeatedly, only to be revived by slaps or thrusts. Public humiliation peaks—a news van pulls up nearby (someone called it in?), but the crew films too, lights on the scene. 'Live gangrape—idol exposed!'

Positions vary wildly: Wheelbarrow—holding her hips up, legs spread, two guys alternating her holes while bound. Standing carry—Pierced lifts her hogtied form, impaling her ass, walking her around the crowd like a trophy, strangers groping her swinging tits. Lotus wrap: Buzzcut sits cross-legged, her on his lap reverse, cock in pussy, me behind for anal DP, belt choking her from the front. She squirts unwillingly during a forced orgasm, soaking the path, crowd cheering.

Final brutality: We untie her, cuff her spread-eagle to the bench—arms and legs wide. Gang creampie train: Each unloads—pussy first (Stocky floods her womb), then ass (Buzzcut fills her bowels), mouth (Pierced throat-cums), and I take the face, painting her features white. Unconscious again from exhaustion, she doesn't stir as we finger the loads deeper, plugging her with park trash—a bottle neck in her pussy, stick in her ass. 'Stay full, whore.' The crowd applauds, vids spreading online already.

We leave her there—cuffed, leaking, broken under the lamps. 'Session two tomorrow,' I tell the guys. They nod, pumped for more. Kazuha twitches faintly, the night air cooling her ruined body. Public legend born.

[shin-requiem]

The Good Stuff ft Karina

2600 words

The dressing room door clicks shut with a soft, decisive thud, sealing away the thunderous roar of the crowd still chanting Karina’s name. The air inside is warm and heavy, thick with the sweet-spicy vanilla-cinnamon scent of her perfume, the salty tang of fresh stage sweat, and the faint haze of stage smoke and glitter. Golden vanity lights cast a soft glow over the marble counter, scattered makeup, and the tall mirror that reflects every angle of the room.

Karina leans against the door for a moment, chest rising and falling, cheeks flushed a pretty pink beneath slightly smudged makeup. Her dark hair clings damply to her temples. She looks at you and smiles—bright, genuine, almost shy.

“Wow… you actually waited,” she says warmly, voice a little husky. “Most fans leave right after the lights go down. Thank you for staying. It really means a lot.”

You rub the back of your neck. “I couldn’t just leave. You were amazing up there.”

Her smile widens, eyes sparkling. She walks over, gold chains swaying between the deep valley of her breasts. The thin fabric of her “Good Stuff” outfit clings to every curve, still warm from the stage. “Did you enjoy it? I saw you in the front row, singing along. That made me so happy.”

“Yeah… the bridge in ‘Good Stuff’ was mesmerizing,” you reply softly.

She laughs lightly and sits on the edge of the vanity. “You’re sweet. It’s nice when someone notices the little things.” She takes a slow sip of water. “The lights were so hot tonight. I’m probably a mess right now.”

“You look beautiful,” you say quietly.

Karina tilts her head, her expression softening before something playful flickers in her eyes. “Flattery already? Careful.”

The conversation stays light for a while longer as she shares funny rehearsal stories. But slowly, the atmosphere shifts.

She stands and stretches, arms overhead, making her massive tits strain against the fabric, nipples faintly visible. “This outfit feels so tight now… everything’s more noticeable.”

You swallow, eyes drawn. “It suits you really well.”

She catches you looking and bites her lower lip, stepping closer. “You really were staring the whole show, weren’t you?” Her voice turns teasing. “I don’t mind. It’s flattering.” She runs her fingers along the deep neckline, drawing attention to her huge rack. “All those fans probably went home thinking about these… but you’re right here.”

“Hard not to stare,” you admit with a small smile.

Karina’s eyes light up. She turns toward the mirror, arching her back slightly. “What do you think? Too much?”

“Perfect,” you reply.

She laughs warmly, then spins you gently so your back presses against the cool mirror. Stepping back, she begins a slow, private sway of her hips. “Class is in session, huh?” Her hands roam languidly over her body, then tug the straps down inch by inch until her huge, soft tits spill free—full, glistening with sweat, dark nipples tight.

You breathe out shakily. “They’re even more beautiful up close.”

“Want to touch?” she whispers, stepping in so the warm weight of her tits brush your chest. Her hand slips into your pants, wrapping around your thick, above-average cock. Her fingers pause, eyes widening with genuine delight. “Mmm… oh wow, you’re really big. So thick and heavy.” She strokes you slowly with both hands, savoring the size. “It’s so warm… feels perfect. Addicting already.”

After several long, aching minutes, she sinks gracefully to her knees. She frees your cock, letting it slap heavily against her cheek. “Look at this pretty, big thing…” Her tongue drags slowly from base to tip. “So good it makes me hungry. I love how it feels.”

You thread your fingers through her hair. “You look so pretty on your knees.”

She hums happily as she takes you into her mouth inch by inch, lips stretching wide around your girth, throat relaxing with a vibrating moan. She pulls off briefly. “Fuck… your cock is so pleasing. Hits every spot just right.” Then she presses her massive tits together for a slow, slick titfuck, licking the head each time.

You groan. “Your tits feel incredible.”

She sucks you deeper, eyes watering but clearly addicted to the stretch, moaning louder when you guide her head gently.

You eventually pull her up, lift her onto the vanity, and spread her thighs. No panties—just her pretty, soaked pussy, puffy and glistening. You kiss along her inner thighs first.

“You’re really gonna make me wait?” she whines playfully.

You drag your tongue slowly over her dripping folds.

“Ah—fuck!” Karina jolts, thighs clamping around your head. “Right there…”

You lick and suck her clit with focused hunger, sliding two fingers inside her tight heat and curling them. Her massive tits heave as her first orgasm crashes over her—body arching, tits bouncing wildly, a broken cry spilling from her lips as she gushes on your tongue.

You stand, rubbing your thick cock along her slick folds. “Ready?”

“Please… I need it,” she breathes.

You push in slowly, savoring every inch as her tight pussy stretches wide around your girth. Karina’s eyes fly open. “Oh my god… it’s so big—stretching me so full… fuck, I can feel every inch.” Her voice trembles with pleasure. “It’s addicting. So pleasing inside me.”

You bottom out, the bulge visible in her lower belly. “You’re taking me so well.”

You start thrusting—deep and sensual at first. “Look at your tits bouncing for me,” you groan, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh.

The wet schlick-schlick of her soaked pussy fills the room. “Your cock is so good… so thick… can’t get enough. I’m already addicted.”

Her second orgasm hits hard—eyes rolling back, pussy spasming and gushing around your thick shaft.

You keep pounding, using her tits as handles. When your climax builds, you bury yourself deep. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”

“Yes—give it to me,” she begs.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flood her, pulse after heavy pulse. Karina shatters again, convulsing and milking every drop.

Afterward, she clings to you, trembling, cum leaking around your still-buried cock. You stay deep inside her, kissing her slowly.

“Again,” she whispers breathlessly, eyes glassy. “Don’t stop. Your size… the way you stretch and please me… I’m addicted. No one else will ever feel this good.”

You brush damp hair from her face. “Good. I’m not done with you tonight.” Then softly, “Next round, I want you riding me while these tits bounce in my face.”

She laughs, clenching tightly around your thickness. “Deal… I don’t think I can get enough of it now.”

[thesilentakuma]

Public Desire

Ahyeon × Asa × M!Reader

The mall buzzed with Saturday chaos—families, teens, escalators humming. Ahyeon clung to my arm, her oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, but I knew every curve beneath it. Her eyes sparkled with that mix of innocence and mischief that made my cock throb. We weaved through crowds, her hand slipping into mine, fingers interlacing.

"Let's try that boutique," she said, pointing to a lingerie store. I grinned, following her inside. Racks of lace, satin, and silk surrounded us. She picked up a sheer black babydoll, holding it against her body. "Like this?" I stepped closer, my hand sliding down her back, cupping her ass through her jeans.

"Perfect. But I've got a better idea." I pulled out the small remote from my pocket, hidden in my jacket. The vibrator inside her pussy hummed to life on the lowest setting. Her gasp was barely audible, but her knees buckled slightly. I caught her elbow, steadying her.

"Keep browsing," I whispered, thumbing the remote to medium. Her breath hitched, cheeks flushing. She grabbed a random garment, pretending to examine the tag. I led her to a corner where a curtain partially hid us from the saleswoman.

"Bend over, pretend to tie your shoe." She obeyed, presenting her round ass. I unbuttoned her jeans in one swift motion, sliding them down just enough to expose the plug nestled in her ass. The silicone beads pressed against her rim. I pushed it slightly, making her moan.

"Shh. You don't want them to hear you, do you?" She shook her head, biting her lip. I pulled the plug out fully, then shoved it back in, deeper. Her pussy clenched around the vibrator. I shoved my fingers into her mouth. "Suck. Quiet." She obeyed, drool dripping down my hand.

A group of girls walked past the curtain. Ahyeon's eyes widened, but she didn't stop sucking. I pulled my fingers out, wiped them on her cheek. "Good slut. Now stand up."

We left the store, my hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the escalator. I increased the vibrator speed. Her legs trembled on the moving steps. I pressed my erection against her ass, whispering, "I'm going to fuck you right here."

She gasped, looking around. People below, people above. "Someone will see."

"Exactly." At the top, I pulled her into the family restroom—larger, private. Locked the door. Pushed her against the wall, kissing her hard. Tongues clashed, teeth nipped. I yanked her hoodie over her head, then her top. Her tits spilled out, nipples hard. I pinched them, twisting.

"Your tits are perfect for abuse." She whimpered. I pinched harder, rolling the nubs between my thumbs. She arched into my touch, wanton.

I spun her around, bent her over the sink. The mirror reflected her flushed face. I pulled her jeans and panties to her ankles, exposing her glistening pussy and the plug. The vibrator sat inside her cunt, still buzzing. I yanked the plug out slowly—the beads popping one by one. She cried out.

"Count them."

"One... two... three... four... five..." Tears welled. I shoved it back in, harder.

"Again. All five."

"One, two, three, four, five!" She sobbed as I pulled it out fully, dropping it in the sink.

I unzipped my jeans, my cock springing out, slick with precum. I positioned myself behind her, driving into her pussy in one brutal stroke. The vibrator was still inside, the combined vibration making her scream. I clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Shut up. You're nothing but a public cocksleeve." I fucked her standing, her body jerking with every thrust. The sink rattled. My hips slammed against her ass, the wet sounds of flesh on flesh filling the tiny room.

"Look at yourself. Slutty idol getting railed in a mall bathroom." Her eyes were glassy, mascara running. I grabbed her hair, forcing her to watch.

"Please... harder..."

I pulled out, spun her, lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist. Her back hit the wall. I impaled her again, her pussy gripping me tight. "Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Say it."

"I'm your personal whore." I kissed her, sloppy, desperate. Her nails raked my back. I bit her lower lip, drawing blood.

"Let's try something." I lowered her onto the floor, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was swollen, dripping. I knelt between them, shoving two fingers inside her, curling them. She bucked.

"Fuck my hand. Beg."

"Please... fuck my cunt... use me..."

I added a third finger, stretching her. Her walls pulsed. I leaned down, sucking her clit into my mouth. She screamed, but I covered her mouth again. My tongue flicked, teeth grazed the nub. She came, shaking, juices flooding my hand.

"Delicious little slut."

I stood, pulling her to her feet. I bent her over the small changing bench, her ass up. I lined up at her asshole, pushing the tip inside. She tensed.

"Relax, or I'll make it hurt."

She exhaled, and I shoved in. Her ass was tight, hot. I held her hips, pistoning in and out. "This ass belongs to me now. Every idol fan will never know you're stuffed with my cock in public."

I reached around, pinching her clit. She came again, her ass clenching around me. I wanted more.

"Stand up. Face me." I lifted her again, this time letting her back hit the door. I hooked her legs over my arms—full nelson. My cock slid into her pussy from this new angle, deeper. She threw her head back.

"Fuck, you're so deep."

I pressed my forearm against her throat. Light pressure, just enough to make her eyes flutter. "Breathe for me. That's it. Pretty little doll."

I drove upward into her, her tits bouncing. "I'm going to fill you up. Every hole." She nodded, drooling. I released her throat, kissed her, then dropped her onto the floor on her back. I grabbed her legs, folding them toward her head—mating press. My cock plunged into her pussy again, every inch visible to her.

"Look at where I'm fucking you. Look at that wet cunt taking me."

She stared, mesmerized. I slammed into her, her ass cheeks bouncing on the tile.

"Turn over." She obeyed, on all fours. I pulled her onto my lap—carry sex, her back to my chest. I reached between her legs, fingering her clit while my cock drove into her ass again. She was a mess of moans and tears.

"One more position. Lie flat on your back." She did. I stood over her head, my cock at her mouth. "Suck me clean of your own juices." She opened wide, taking my full length. I throat-fucked her gently, then harder. She gagged, but kept going.

"Now feet up." I grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs high, her ass off the floor—piledriver. Her pussy was right there, glistening. I knelt, driving my cock straight down into her. She screamed around my shaft.

"Take it. Take all of it." I fucked her in that deep angle, her eyes rolling back. My balls slapped her ass. She came again, a gush of fluid spraying onto my thighs.

"That's it. Cum for me. Now your ass." I pulled out, shoved into her asshole in the same position. She was sobbing, clenching, taking it. I felt my own climax building.

"I'm going to fill your ass with my cum. You're going to walk out of here leaking."

"Please... please.. fill me..."

One final thrust, and I erupted inside her, hot ropes coating her anal walls. She convulsed, a fourth orgasm ripping through her. I stayed buried, feeling her milk me.

Slowly, I pulled out. Cum dripped from her asshole onto the floor. I grabbed her plug from the sink, pushed it back into her ass, sealing the mess. The vibrator I retrieved, cleaned it with a wipe, and slid back into her pussy.

"Ready to shop more?" I grinned, helping her dress. Her legs wobbled. She had a dreamy, fuck-drunk smile.

As we left the restroom, she leaned into me, whispering, "I love being your whore."

I kissed her forehead, the vibrator's remote back in my hand. "And you're the best slut in the mall."

The mall's air conditioning hit my skin as we stepped out of the restroom, Ahyeon clinging to my arm, her legs still trembling. The vibrator hummed inside her, a constant reminder of what we'd just done. She looked blissed out, her makeup smudged, lips swollen. I had the remote in my pocket, ready to tease her again.

We wandered toward the exit, planning to hit a few more stores, when I spotted a familiar face near the food court. Asa—tall, sleek, with sharp Japanese features and a devious smile—stood scrolling through her phone, a shopping bag dangling from her wrist. She was one of Ahyeon's groupmates, and I'd always imagined what it would be like to have her too.

"Ahyeon-ah!" Asa called out, waving. She jogged over, her long black hair swaying. Her eyes flicked to Ahyeon's flushed cheeks, then to me. "Unnie, you look wrecked. What happened?"

Ahyeon giggled, squeezing my arm. "Just had a fun shopping trip."

Asa's smile turned knowing. She leaned closer, whispering something in Ahyeon's ear. Ahyeon's eyes widened, then she nodded eagerly. Asa turned to me, her gaze bold. "Oppa, want to make this even more fun? I'm free for the next few hours."

My cock twitched. "What did you have in mind?"

"Let's go to the park. There's a quiet spot near the lake. I brought my phone—we can film everything." She held up her phone, the camera lens glinting. "I want to be part of your little game."

I grinned, pulling both of them close. "Perfect."

We left the mall, walking through the crowded streets. I kept my hand on Ahyeon's lower back, the remote in my pocket turned to high. She stumbled, gasping, and Asa caught her elbow, laughing.

"Easy, unnie. You'll draw attention."

"Good," I said, squeezing Ahyeon's ass. "Let them see how needy my slut is."

We passed a small boutique with a curtained entrance. "In here," I ordered, pulling them inside. The shop was dimly lit, filled with racks of vintage clothing. The owner was busy at the counter, distracted. I led them to a cramped dressing room at the back.

Asa's eyes sparkled as I locked the door. The space was tight—three of us pressing together. I turned to Asa, cupping her chin. "You're going to follow Ahyeon's lead. Do exactly what I say."

She nodded, a hint of submission in her eyes.

"Strip. Both of you."

They obeyed quickly, clothes falling to the floor. Asa's body was lean, athletic, with small perky tits and a smooth shaven pussy. Ahyeon's curves contrasted nicely—fuller hips, rounder ass. I had them kneel in front of me, faces inches from my crotch.

"Open your mouths." They obeyed, tongues out. I unzipped my jeans, my cock springing free, still slick with Ahyeon's cum. I pressed the tip against Asa's lips first. "Suck. Taste your friend's cunt."

Asa took me in eagerly, her mouth hot and skilled. Ahyeon watched, licking her lips. I pulled out of Asa's mouth and shoved into Ahyeon's, then back to Asa, alternating. I grabbed their heads, forcing them deeper. Gagging sounds filled the tiny room.

"Good little idols. Choking on my cock like the whores you are."

After a minute, I pulled out, stroking myself. "Turn around, Asa. Bend over the rack. Ahyeon, kneel behind her and eat her pussy."

Asa bent over, her ass presented beautifully. Ahyeon dove in, tongue lapping at Asa's slit. I watched, stroking, as Ahyeon's face disappeared between Asa's thighs. Asa moaned, gripping the metal rack.

I reached into Ahyeon's bag, pulled out the anal beads and the vibrator. The beads were still wet from earlier. I pressed them against Asa's asshole, pushing slowly. She gasped, tensing.

"Relax. Let me fill your ass."

She forced herself to relax, and I slid the first bead in, then the second, third, fourth, fifth. Her ass stretched around them. I left the last bead resting at the rim, then turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her clit.

Asa screamed, her body convulsing. Ahyeon's tongue kept working, lapping up Asa's juices. I grabbed Ahyeon's hair, pulling her face away. "Enough. Time for the real fun."

We dressed quickly, leaving the beads and vibrator inside Asa—concealed but active. I held the remote for both: the vibrator inside Asa's pussy, and the one still inside Ahyeon's cunt. I turned them both to medium.

The three of us walked out of the shop onto the street. Asa's legs wobbled, but she kept a straight face. Passersby paid no attention. I led them toward the park, a twenty-minute walk. Every few steps, I increased the speed, watching them squirm.

At the park, we found a secluded grove of trees near the lake. Dusk was settling, casting long shadows. I pulled out my phone too, setting it to record on a nearby bench.

"First position: stacked." I pointed to the grass. "Ahyeon, lie on your back. Asa, lie on top of her, face to face, legs intertwined."

They arranged themselves, Ahyeon beneath, Asa above. Their bodies pressed together, breasts mashing, legs tangled. I knelt beside them, positioning my cock at Asa's pussy. I thrust in, fucking her from above, the weight of my body pressing them both into the grass. With each stroke, Asa's body pushed into Ahyeon's, their moans mingling.

"Look at you two. A fucking idol sandwich."

I fucked Asa hard, her ass slapping against Ahyeon's thighs. I reached down, pinching Asa's nipples, twisting. She cried out. Then I leaned over, biting Ahyeon's nipple through the gap between their bodies.

"Cum for me. Both of you. Now."

Asa came first, her pussy clenching around my cock. Ahyeon followed, her body shuddering beneath. I pulled out, still hard.

"Next: mating press. Ahyeon, on your back, legs folded. Asa, hold them down."

Ahyeon lay back, pulling her knees to her chest. Asa grabbed her ankles, pressing them toward her head, exposing Ahyeon's glistening pussy. I knelt between them, driving into Ahyeon. Asa leaned down, licking Ahyeon's clit as I fucked her.

"Now switch. Asa, take her place."

Asa swapped with Ahyeon. I fucked Asa in the same position, while Ahyeon licked Asa's clit. I grabbed Asa's throat lightly, squeezing as I thrust. "You're just a hole for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, oppa," she choked out.

"Good. Now piledriver." I lifted Asa's legs, hooking them over my shoulders, her ass raised off the ground. I knelt and drove straight down into her pussy, the angle deep. Ahyeon positioned herself under Asa's head, feeding her pussy to Asa's mouth. Asa licked Ahyeon's clit while getting fucked from above.

I reached down, pulling the anal beads out of Asa's ass slowly, one by one. She whimpered around Ahyeon's cunt. When the last bead popped out, I shoved two fingers into her ass, scissoring.

"Now prone bone. Asa, face down, ass up. Ahyeon, on top of her back, same position."

They stacked again, Asa on the bottom, Ahyeon on top, both on their stomachs, asses raised. I lubed up with spit, then fucked Asa's ass from behind, my cock sliding into her tight hole. With every thrust, her body pushed into Ahyeon's. I reached around, sliding my other hand between Ahyeon's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Take it, both of you. Breeding each other with my cock."

I fucked Asa's ass relentlessly, feeling her climax building. She screamed into the grass. Ahyeon came from my fingers, her legs shaking.

"One more position: prison guard." I pulled out of Asa's ass, then grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to stand. I wrapped my arm around her throat, light pressure, while I kicked her legs apart. Ahyeon knelt in front of her, face level with Asa's pussy.

"Lick her. Make her cum again."

Ahyeon dove in, tongue fucking Asa's slit. I held Asa against my chest, my cock pressing against her lower back. I reached around, pinching her nipples, then slowly slid my hand down to her ass, pushing two fingers into her now-empty hole.

"You're going to stand here and take it like a good detainee."

Asa sobbed as she came again, her juices dripping down Ahyeon's chin. I released her, pushing her to her knees next to Ahyeon.

"Now both of you, on your backs. Spread eagle."

They lay side by side, arms and legs spread wide. I stood over them, my cock slick with their mixed fluids. I knelt between Ahyeon's legs first, driving into her pussy one last time. I fucked her fast, deep, feeling my own climax near.

"I'm going to breed this cunt. Fill you with my cum so every fan knows you're my property."

She nodded frantically. "Yes, breed me... fill me..."

I pulled out at the last second, shooting my cum across her stomach and pussy. Then I turned to Asa, sliding into her pussy with the leftover slickness. She was soaking wet. I fucked her for a minute, then came again, spilling inside her, painting her walls.

"Now clean each other up."

They crawled to each other, licking my cum off Ahyeon's stomach, sharing the taste. I filmed the whole thing—their tongues, their submission. When they finished, I helped them dress, both of them still trembling.

As we walked back through the park, the vibrators still inside them, I held the remote. Asa leaned into me, whispering, "When can we do it again?"

I kissed her forehead. "Soon. But first, we have more shopping to do."

The night air wrapped around us as we left the park, the city lights flickering in the distance. Ahyeon and Asa walked on either side of me, their steps uneven, thighs glistening with the cum that still trickled down their legs. The vibrators hummed inside both of them, still set to a low, teasing pulse. I kept the remote in my palm, ready to remind them who owned their pleasure.

We passed a late-night convenience store, its fluorescent buzz spilling onto the sidewalk. I stopped, pulling them into the narrow alley beside it. The walls were grimy, graffiti-tagged, the smell of trash thick in the air. Perfect.

"Both of you. Against the wall."

They pressed their backs to the brick, breathing heavy. I stood before them, unzipping my jeans, my cock hard again. The belt at my waist jingled as I undid it, sliding the leather free. I doubled it over, slapping it against my palm.

"Arms up. Hold the wall."

They obeyed, raising their hands above their heads, palms flat against the brick. Their bodies arched slightly, presenting their chests, their slick thighs. I stepped closer, running the belt along Asa's collarbone, then down between her tits.

"This belt is going to be your reminder. Every time you see it, you'll remember who you are."

I wrapped the leather around Asa's wrists, cinching it tight, then looped it through the bars of a nearby grate, securing her. Her eyes widened, but she didn't struggle. Then I turned to Ahyeon, using the other end of the same belt to bind her wrists together, pulling them up so both girls were tethered to the same point, their bodies inches apart.

"Now you're connected. Two sluts, one leash."

I knelt before them, pressing my face between their legs. I licked Asa's pussy first, tasting my cum mixed with hers, her clit swollen against my tongue. She gasped, her hips bucking. Then I turned to Ahyeon, lapping at her folds; she was drenched, her cunt sucking at my mouth.

"Look at how wet you both are. Even after all that fucking."

I slid two fingers into Ahyeon's pussy, curling them, while my mouth worked Asa's clit. Alternating, switching, keeping them on edge. Their moans echoed in the alley, muffled only by their own efforts to stay quiet.

"Beg," I commanded, pulling back. "Beg me to make you cum."

"Please, oppa," Ahyeon whined. "Please let me cum. I need it."

"I need it too," Asa breathed, her eyes glassy. "Please... I'll do anything."

I smiled, sliding my fingers back into Asa. "That's my good little idols."

I fingered them both to orgasm, their bodies trembling against the wall, their cries swallowed by the night. I pulled the vibrators out—first Ahyeon's, then Asa's—dropping them on the ground, still buzzing. They pulsed in the dirt like dying things.

"Now, last round. You're going to take my cock in your mouths, one after the other, until I cum down your throats."

I untied Asa's hands, keeping Ahyeon bound. Asa dropped to her knees, taking me deep immediately, her throat working around my shaft. I grabbed her hair, fucking her face, her nose pressed against my pelvis. Ahyeon watched, licking her lips.

"Switch."

Asa pulled off, gasping, and Ahyeon took her place, her mouth hot and eager. I thrust deep, holding her head still, coming in her throat. She swallowed, cum dripping from her lips.

I pulled out, stroking the last drops onto Asa's tongue. "Clean finish. Lick it all up."

They shared the taste, eyes locked on mine.

I freed Ahyeon's wrists, then led them out of the alley, back onto the main street. The city was quieter now, the crowds thinning. I stopped at a bench near the bus stop, pulling them onto my lap, one on each thigh.

"Time to go home."

We took the late bus, the three of us squeezed into a back seat. The driver didn't glance twice. Ahyeon's head rested on my shoulder, Asa's hand on my chest. They both looked exhausted, blissed out, marked.

At my apartment, I led them to the bedroom. The sheets were still rumpled from the morning. I undressed them slowly this time, washing their bodies in the shower, wiping away the cum and sweat. Ahyeon winced as the water hit her sore pussy. Asa leaned against the tiles, her knees weak.

I carried them to bed, laying them on their stomachs, one on each side. I climbed in between, an arm around each, pulling them close.

"Sleep," I murmured. "You're mine now. Both of you."

Ahyeon nuzzled into my chest. "Yours."

Asa whispered, "Yours."

I kissed each of their foreheads. "My perfect little whores. My idols. My sluts."

The moonlight filtered through the blinds, painting their sleeping faces silver. I reached over, grabbing my phone, snapping one last photo—the two of them tangled in my sheets, cum still drying on their thighs, marks on their necks. Evidence of the night.

I set the photo as my lock screen, settling into the warmth of their bodies.

As I drifted off, Ahyeon stirred, pressing a sleepy kiss to my collarbone. "Love you, oppa."

"Love being your whore," Asa added, half-asleep.

I smiled, pulling them tighter. "And you're the best sluts I've ever had."

The night ended not with a bang, but with soft breaths, tangled limbs, and the quiet certainty that this was only the beginning. Tomorrow, there would be more stores, more parks, more public places to claim them. But for now, I held them close, my collection complete, my desire sated.

The city hummed outside, and inside, three bodies slept, bound by more than just cum and bruises—bound by the filthy, beautiful truth of possession.

[prael]

prael 💭Asa getting stuffed

Babymonster Asa x Male Reader

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The first time you hook up with your roommate, it’s a culmination of the inevitable. It’s because of genetics - in both the weird way that you get rigid and sensitive every time she wears nothing but a towel moving between her bedroom and the bathroom, and the way the absolute shape of her is a blessing from one god or another (benevolent, clearly).

That’s not in any way a fault of either of you. You’re both as bad as the other, and the argument is that two wrongs make a right. So, while you may have been ogling those legs every time she passes by your door, she’s been standing in the kitchen, watching as you cross in little more than your briefs.

So, you’re not exactly, entirely sure how it got from that to this. Asa is standing close, in a living room of friends, and she smiles at you. Her eyes go hooded and sleepy - all pupils - and you can hear the party counting down the minutes to midnight.

Your heart beats faster when she lifts up on her toes.

Maybe you meet her half of the way. Either way, her lips are on yours. It’s easy - because fuck if this girl can’t kiss - it's a sensation unlike any you've ever felt before. It's electric. The kind of chemistry that belongs in a lab where some sort of experiment has gone spectacularly right. The way you slot together, open your mouth, and taste her. And then she parts her lips to welcome you more, the tip of her tongue is teasing over your lips and then meeting yours, and somewhere between hello and goodbye, you grab her hips and hold her against your front because you need more.

Fuck, you think, all the girls you've met in your life, so help you fucking god - you never knew what you were missing before. "Fuck, Asa," you whisper into the kiss when it gets so deep, you think your lungs may give in.

Then she moans into the kiss, her fingers combing up the back of your neck and threading through your hair. "Mm," she hums to you, breathless and soft, "what?" She pulls back to check you’re still with her, the both of you breathing hard.

You swear you were drunk five minutes ago, but now you’re stone-cold sober, staring down at this girl you’ve known for most of your college years, and all you want is for this moment to last forever. You want her everywhere, want to feel more of her skin, and taste more of her lips, and have her pull on your hair until you spill out everything you can give her.

For a split second, you hesitate. And you can see Asa realising the same thing.

"Asa," you say again, only there's something else in your voice now - a different set of intentions. It hangs in the air between you; it might be fear or caution, and a hint of something darker. Desire, something urges you to admit. You don't. You don't want to say it out loud.

And because Asa is Asa and has never known a single moment of restraint, she doesn't give you time to think twice. Her fingers twist harder in your hair, and when she pulls you down to meet her - holy fuck - the kiss turns ravenous.

"Tell me I can do more than just kiss you," she whispers onto your mouth, and if you hadn't already lost the ability to breathe, you do then.

You're nodding, and thinking you'd let her choke the life out of you if she asked. The kisses continue. It's wet and messy, filthy in the best kind of way that leaves you wanting so much more.

So, with hands on her tiny waist, and your mouth hot against hers, you lead her backwards toward your bedroom. There's a quick moment when she fumbles for the doorknob, and you help without even giving it a thought. Then the two of you are stumbling inside, and you're praying that you left your bed in a half-decent condition.

You get her down onto the sheets with the lights off, your hand already travelling up the side of her body; you barely feel the way she shifts to kick her shoes off. Asa sits up as you kiss down her neck, licking and biting and savouring the soft noises she makes into your ear. She tugs her shirt over her head while you're working the button and zipper on her pants. These clothes will be gone in near record time.

You will drink that body in. Drink it until you choke on it.

You barely have a moment to kiss over the tops of her breasts, or to dip your tongue between the valley and wonder what she might taste like there, when Asa is moving you. Her fingers wrap tight again into your hair, and she doesn't so much as force, as urge you down her torso, helping you push her jeans down and off. Then your mouth is trailing down her bare skin, your lips mapping out the shape of her abs - and fuck, your tongue is so close to the spot that you really want to bury your face in between her legs, but she just whines, impatient.

“Lower, please -” The words barely make it out among her shaky gasps and moans. You look up over the planes of her body, all those enchanting contours that almost capture your attention so wholly that you don’t notice her dark eyes. They’re looking right down at you with intent. Her hand lowers and her thumb meets your jaw. “Come on, aren’t you curious?”

"Like you wouldn't believe," is the only reply you give before you drag her underwear down her legs and are met with the most incredible view you'll ever witness.

"Just checking," Asa laughs, "for science, really."

"Is that what we're calling it?" You trace your thumb through her folds, spreading them wide to take in every pretty inch of her glistening cunt. You feel her shudder at the touch - good - you want to test her patience first, see just how much she needs it. More touches follow, your fingers following the seam of her cunt, and a shudder courses through her.

"Hey," she groans, and arches up. You have to push your hand flat to her lower stomach just to keep her from lifting off the bed completely.

"You're impatient," you accuse with a slight laugh, and she cracks one eye open to glare down at you.

"If you weren't down there with your mouth so close to where I need it, I-"

"Where do you need it?" you ask, keeping your words quiet and mouth so close to her that your breath fans over her most sensitive parts.

Asa sucks in a sharp gasp at the tease. "My clit," she breathes out, "please, please -"

Yeah, alright, you think. You're a pretty weak man at the best of times; any hope of making this last has already been shot to shit. You lean in, planting a soft kiss against the little bundle of nerves, and Asa's entire body goes rigid in shock.

"Oh, god -" she whimpers when you lick up her cunt, settling into it like this is something you've been starving for - like she's oxygen, and you've been drowning for years. "Jesus fucking Christ-"

"Hmm?" Your tongue swirls over her clit, and your fingers pinch her thigh. "Did you just compare me to a deity?"

"The way you're using your mouth," Asa has the audacity to laugh, "I'll get on my fucking knees for you."

Every thought in your brain goes a little haywire. You hum and the vibrations go straight through her, making her whine and grab at your hair. She pulls you back in close, and her thighs tighten to your ears. You don't think she's ever really been that religious, but her sudden appreciation for the things above? Fair enough, you'll take it. "Careful," you rasp out onto her pussy, and without warning, you drop your mouth over her clit and suck.

"Ohhh -" Asa throws her head back. "Ah, fuck -" she sighs, canting her hips forward like she wants to bury your face right into her cunt. And far be it from you to refuse such a pretty invitation.

You groan into her folds, lapping at her wetness. You can feel the tension building in her legs, how she's starting to tremble. "Almost," Asa gets out, breathless and stuttering. "Like that," she directs, angling your head a little to the left, grinding your nose into the space just above her clit as your tongue flickers over it. "Right there," she pants, holding you in place. "Yes - oh! Fuck!"

And you're used to praise, but when Asa's thighs close tight around your head, when she has to stifle a scream in the pillow, you think you've just found a brand new favourite form of it.

You kiss her soft thighs when she finally lets you up for air, and then slide back up her body to look down at her. Her eyes have gone glassy, and she's gazing at you with complete, undiluted want. Your cock is aching for some relief, but damn if this isn't the best sight you'll ever see.

"I have plans for that cock," Asa warns with a lazy smile, tracing her finger down your chest and then lower. It stops at the band of your jeans, and you swallow at the brush of her knuckles against your hips. Her eyes turn dark again as she looks at your lips; she licks her own. "Want you to fuck me so hard I can't even think straight."

"Shit, Asa." Your fingers ghost along her neck, along her jaw, and you tilt her head up. "Think we've gone a little too far this time. Can't go back."

"Hmm, good." She lifts up, and all the air leaves your lungs as she pushes you over, back to the bed, her leg tossed over your lap. Your hands come to her thighs out of sheer instinct, and you realise Asa is already trying to undo your pants. "Finally get to see if you're as hung as I imagined."

"And just how often have -"

"Not enough," she tells you with her focus set on freeing your cock from the constraints of your underwear. "All the goddamn time." Asa watches your dick hit against your stomach with a grin that's absolutely diabolical. "Fuck, yes," she whispers. "Perfect."

There's this freeze frame of this little thing perched across your thighs, bottom lip between her teeth, and one hand around the base of your cock, and if you die tonight, that'll be fine. You'll take that memory with you anywhere and everywhere for the rest of your existence. Because then she looks up at you through her lashes, smiles, and leans forward to let a stream of her saliva spill over the head. Her hand pumps you once, spreading the wetness, and the moan that drops from your mouth is beyond your comprehension.

She bites her lip again, eyes watching your face. "Just like I imagined," she says and twists her wrist, "big and thick. Perfect for fucking me full."

"You little -" you start to say, and Asa just winks, like she already knows what she does to you, what you think of her, and what you need to happen next.

The way she looks at it, it's worship - eyes never leaving the sight of you, biting her lip and rolling her hips at how she thinks you'll feel inside of her.

"Fuck," she breathes, and her pussy slides right up the length of your cock. "So fucking big." The first stroke of her along you, and your mouth falls open; she just holds your shoulders for balance, tilting her hips to grind her clit against you, and fuck. "You feel that, don't you," she whispers, "dripping all over you. I'm so fucking wet - you're making me lose my mind."

You wrap your arms around her waist, flattening a palm over the base of her spine. With the low groan in your chest, you pull her closer, lifting her up. "Then let me inside," you growl. "Let me feel you."

"Yeah," Asa nods quickly. The head of your cock slips a little and catches on her entrance, "You want in?"

"Fuck, yes.”

She dips down, and you see the exact moment she takes you inside of her cunt - how her eyes go black and hooded, and her lips part. There's this long groan that trembles out of her - all honey-sweet and so perfect. "Oh fuck," she cries, "oh my god."

She's tighter than you could ever have imagined - your whole body shakes with the effort not to blow your load right then. But somehow you manage, and Asa rests her forehead against yours, breathing in short, heavy pants. She takes a moment, and you give it to her. But then she pushes back and rolls her hips, working her tight cunt down your length. You're about to lose your goddamn mind at how soft she feels. "Asa…"

"Mmm?" She hums, and the motion sends a shiver through the two of you.

"You're so ti -"

"I know. Can feel you. Stretching." She laughs a little, just one short huff. "Fuck, you're huge."

You fist the sheets, your knuckles turning white, and you're struggling with every breath to not grab hold and pound into her like an animal. Like your body is fucking begging for you to do. Like maybe if you weren't so desperately into this girl that you've lost any and all rationale - and you might, just for this, tell her how you feel.

But then she rises up your cock, gripping your shoulders for leverage, and your brain just fizzles. You're left completely and utterly fucking addicted to her, unable to do anything but feel.

Every drop back down, she takes you further in, every shift of her thighs to bring you deeper, has her head tipped back in pleasure. You love seeing her like this - all fucked-out and loud and messy. You love every fucking second of it.

"Am I taking all of you?" Asa asks eventually, head forward again, the words punched out as she begins to circle her hips once she's flush against you.

You're gripping her thighs as you tell her, "No. Almost." And she gasps at the knowledge.

"Too deep," she's whispering to you, trying to roll again but finding herself way too full. "Babe, oh -" Asa's mouth falls open again as she squirms, and fuck, the look on her face is priceless. There's just so much pleasure written there, you can't help it; your hips start to move to help meet her, and she just falls apart. "That's it," she keens, loud and desperate. "Fuck me full."

There's very little that remains between the two of you - just sweaty bodies and hungry lips and the sound of moaning. You push up into her, watching her cute tits bounce each time she gets more of you in her tight, tight cunt. The little noises of surprise she makes every time your cock brushes something deep inside her drive you crazy.

"Gonna ruin me," she tells you, breathless and honest, and her eyes roll when you drive into her particularly hard.

"You're already ruined," you say, trying to focus and not fuck up the rhythm you've worked into. "Don’t care if you are."

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” She throws her arms over your shoulders, and when you push her down your cock again, she sinks her teeth into the bend of your neck. "Oh, fuck," she moans, "just a little more. Ah!"

You pull her close, and with her legs around your hips, it's only one more rough, needy, snap into her tight, twitching heat that has Asa quaking in your arms. Her mouth is leaving damp kisses across your shoulders, your throat; she mumbles nonsense as she fucks back on you to get herself through her orgasm. The aftershocks have her cunt clenching, squeezing, and you can feel the warning that you're going to pop start to trickle up your spine.

"Asa," you mumble into the crook of her neck, hands under her perfect ass, "I can't hold it, if you keep -"

"It would be so fucked up if you cum inside me," she says, breathless and riding the last waves of her climax, her grin pressing into your collarbone. She nips you with her teeth, grinding down a little harder. "Totally would."

"Asa," you warn.

"Not saying you should, but..." She pulls away, her hands on your jaw, and gazes deep into your eyes. "You're going to feel so fucking good when you're finishing in me."

"I shouldn't."

"You shouldn't," she says, sitting upright again. "But..." She lifts and then she turns, throwing her leg over your body and you get the perfect, pretty view of your cock burying deep inside her from behind. Holy fucking shit - her little heart-shaped ass hits your stomach as she takes you again, watching you the whole time over her shoulder, like she wants to see you fall apart.

"I hate you," you grunt, letting your hips snap up into her. She takes it, again and again.

"You say the sweetest things." She meets you in the middle, and she looks back at your face again, those eyes - it's like she's looking straight into your soul, licking her lips. "Cum in my pussy, c'mon, I know you want to. It's okay."

"No -" But your cock is inside her, hitting her in exactly the right spot to make her mewl. She's fucking gorgeous, and her words are going to be the end of you. She's grabbing her ass, pulling the cheeks apart for you and showing you just how well she takes you. And you can't, you really cannot. "Asa." you warn her, not that it seems to do any good.

"Mhm?" She smiles, innocent and sweet, and you know right then and there that you're already done for.

She can probably feel you swelling inside her, twitching, getting harder, bigger. She doesn't stop riding. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you?" You’re still not sure if it’s a warning or a dare, but then she seems to make the intention all the more concrete. "I can feel it. You're going to make the biggest mess inside me. Bet if I asked nice enough, I could probably have you do it every night."

"Asa -" It’s all in fucking vain.

"It would be so good," she purrs, leaning back, forcing your cock to the absolute base inside her - you feel the head of it hit home deep, and it's too much for you.

The sound that leaves your lips is probably closer to a death rattle, and it sets Asa right off again. She starts laughing in delight, and the shift of her body makes you jerk up into her - fuck, you've lost the fight. Lost it with her last teasing taunt. Maybe a long time before that. White-hot pleasure shoots up your spine, and you're spilling into the warm, clenching embrace of her cunt - just as requested.

"Oh fuck -" She moans and rolls her hips. "That's so much, holy shit. I can feel it, all warm."

Your fingers dig hard into her waist, trying to hold her there while you fuck up into her and flood her full.

"God, that's so fucking hot. You couldn't even stop yourself - didn't even want to - fuck, look at you."

You have just enough sense of self to slide your eyes up to hers and - damn her, really - to see her watching you with the most satisfied grin, knowing full well she's responsible for your undoing. And hell if she isn't making the best damn view out of it, because she lifts and she leans and she shows that pussy to you. Leaking, dripping, a perfect white mess in between her legs. She plays with it, making a mess of herself.

"I have a New Year's resolution, you know?" she says, almost off-handed. You stare up at her in a daze, your brain spinning, struggling to make sense of anything, when she pushes your cum up with her fingers - playing in it. "Want to do this, like, a lot."

"Most resolutions never make it past January," you warn.

"Yeah," Asa cocks her head, amused, "but I don't think this one's gonna be a problem."

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prael💭cheating with Rei

IVE Rei x Male Reader

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"This is the fourth time this week I have been working late," you warn as you throw the hotel room keys onto the desk. For almost all of those concerned, the overtime is killer, and if you're keeping track - which Wonyoung almost certainly is - then the hours are tallying up to something bordering unprecedented.

Unprecedented is, for all intents and purposes, an apt descriptor. Take, for example, how you grab Rei's ass: she leans into you, her legs hooking around your hips, her arms wrapping around your neck. The way she kisses you is equally unprecedented, her teeth brushing along your lower lip and her tongue pushing into your mouth like she wants to taste every last inch of you.

It's not, all things considered, a bad way to wind down after a long day. It is, however, entirely unfaithful to the woman waiting at home for you. But then again, that's rather the point. It's all part of the fun: the lies, the locked-office-door sex, the way you eye each other across the bullpen and have to pretend you aren't thinking of the way she feels beneath you, or how she sounds when you're buried inside her. Rei's lips leave yours with a sigh, and you can see in her eyes that she's every bit as hungry as you are.

"Missed you," she breathes, tugging at your tie, loosening the knot.

"Been two days, Rei.”

"Too long."

You kiss her again, and it's hard to argue with that. Her hands are working your shirt free of your trousers, fingertips brushing your skin, while your hands are sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt up with them. You hit the little black garter on her thigh. You knew it was there, you spotted it earlier when she totally-not-for-your benefit dropped her pen under the desk, but it's still a pleasant discovery. You hook your fingers beneath it, snap it against her skin, making her gasp into your mouth.

Rei's fingers are quick at your buttons, and she pulls your shirt open, her hands sliding over your chest, nails scraping lightly. You groan against her lips, and she smiles, smug and satisfied. "You're tense," she observes.

"You try sitting through a four-hour director meeting and see how relaxed you are," you retort, and she laughs, an airy sound that makes you want to hear it again and again.

You back her up against the desk, and she hops up, legs spreading to make room for you between them. You kiss her neck, and she tilts her head back, giving you better access. Your teeth graze her skin, and she shivers, her fingers tangling in your hair. "I have to sit through your budget reviews, too, you know," she whispers. "They're just as boring."

"But you get to look at me the whole time," you point out, and she laughs again, pulling your face up to kiss you.

She hums a little agreement before telling you the worst-kept secret of how difficult it is to be only twenty minutes into the meeting and already dripping wet. "I mean, you're up there, looking all serious and professional," she says, her fingers undoing your belt. "And I'm just thinking about how I want you to bend me over the desk and fuck me right there."

You groan because that is entirely not helpful when you're trying to keep things together for the sake of the shareholders.

"So when you had to step out of the room," Rei continues, "it took everything I had to not just follow you out and drop to my knees and suck your cock right there in the hallway."

You grip her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk, your cock pressing against her through your trousers. "Fuck, Rei," you groan, and she smirks at that.

She reaches between you, palming your length through the fabric, and you hiss, your hips jerking forward. "You're already so hard," she purrs.

"And yet, you're still so well-dressed." You start at her top shirt button, popping it open. Then the next. "I think we need to remedy that."

She bites her lip, eyes bright with anticipation, and you work your way down the line of buttons, revealing the black lace of her lingerie. You're not sure what's sexier: the underwear itself, or the fact that she's been wearing it under her work clothes all day. A body like that, you just have to taste, so you’re leaning down, kissing the swell of her breasts just above the fabric, and she hums in appreciation.

"All these hotel rooms cost a pretty penny." She’s probably right, but it’s not like you would know - the company is footing the bill for these little trysts. You’re going to argue that it’s all worth it for the look in her eyes, for the way she feels against you, for the way she's looking at you like you're the only thing that matters right now.

"I think it's a sound investment," you tell her before kissing her again, and then argue, "Good for morale."

"Mhm, I would say so. My morale is definitely up."

Then your hands are sliding up her sides, reaching her bra and pushing it up to expose her tits. You take one in your hand and just play with it so casually. Even that has her letting out deep breaths. You have to taste her. Your mouth finds her nipple, and you tease it with your tongue, making her continue those sweet sighs.

In response, her hand tightens on your cock, stroking you a little harder. "Feels so good.”

You move to her other breast, giving it an equal share of love, while your free hand slides down her stomach and slips under her skirt. You find her panties. Fuck, she’s wet. You press your fingers against her, and she whimpers, her hips rolling against your hand.

"Already so wet for me.”

"Always wet for you," she says, and fuck, that does something to you. You growl a little, nipping at her breast, making her cry out. Your fingers push her panties aside, sliding through her folds. You find her clit. You circle it lightly, and the response comes in a shudder and the clench of her thighs on your sides.

"I love how easy you are."

"Calling me a slut?" Rei asks as she unfastens your trousers, and you laugh into the valley of her breasts.

"Is that what you want me to call you?" You kiss up her chest now before nipping at her collarbone. You want to hear her say it - want to hear her admit how much she loves it when you call her a needy little thing.

"Maybe." Her hand slips into your boxers, wrapping around your cock, and you groan, your hips thrusting into her grip. "Maybe I just want you to fuck me like one."

Yeah, that’s the point here, Rei. Accompanied by a kiss, you push your fingers inside her so easily. You curl them, and before long, she breaks the kiss, her forehead against yours as she moans.

"I'm the best hour of your day," Rei teases, and it’s not entirely true, if not entirely false.

"Second best," you say with a little bite. "It's not like Wonyoung doesn't keep me pretty happy at home."

And that, right there, is the thing - the line that makes this so fucking hot. The way she knows you have someone else, and she doesn't care. She likes it, even. It gets her off just as much as it gets you off. You can feel her clench around your fingers, and you know she's thinking about it, about how she's the other woman, the side piece, the dirty little secret.

"Lucky her," Rei groans. "Getting you all to herself at night."

"Evening, night, morning - every chance we get."

You pull your fingers out of her, and she whines, but it doesn’t last long because you're already pushing her skirt up higher. Then go her panties in the other direction. She lifts her hips to help you, and soon you toss them aside. You spread her thighs. She places one hand behind her on the wood, keeping herself propped up, and with the other, she guides the head of your cock to her entrance. It all seems so rehearsed, which is a testament to the number of times you’ve had her like this.

"Where do you get the energy -" 

She doesn't finish the sentence, too busy gasping as you push into her, slow and steady. She's so wet and so warm around your tip. There is a moment where you just look at each other, both breathing heavily, and then you start to move, your hips rolling as you fuck her on the desk, and you tell her, "Proper motivation."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Something about knowing someone else is waiting for me at home," you say, and she moans, her head falling back. "Makes me want to fuck you even harder."

"Fuck," she gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "That's so fucked up."

"Knowing that ‘the someone at home’ is going to suck your cum off my cock when I get home." You start to thrust a little faster, a little harder. It always goes like this, as you both descend into cheating madness. "And she has no idea."

Rei's eyes are glazed over, her lips parted as she pants, and you take the chance to capture her soft lips again. She kisses back just as hard.

Her nail scrape down your back as she pulls off your shirt. You can feel the sting, but it just spurs you on, your hips snapping against hers over and over.

You want to mess her up. You want to ruin her, to mark her, to make her forget her own name. It’s all primal thoughts when you’re alone with her. You want to fuck her so good she can't think straight, can't remember anything but your cock and the way you feel inside her. 

So you do just that. You fuck her hard and deep. Your hands are on her hips, and you pull her into every thrust. She's making the most delicious sounds - little whimpers and moans that go straight to your cock.

There's this thing about Rei - call it a habit or call it an addiction - she's got this need to be a little bit mean, to be a little bit cruel, even when she's getting her brains fucked out. You can feel it in the way she's digging her nails into your skin, in the way she's clenching around you, trying to milk you for all you're worth. So you give her a little of what she wants, and you whisper in her ear, "Wonyoung would hate you, you know."

Rei barely manages a few expletives in response.

"She'd scratch your eyes out if she knew what we were doing." You punctuate your words with a particularly hard thrust, and she cries out. "But I guess that's part of the fun, isn't it? The thought of her finding out?"

"Yes," Rei hisses. "Fuck, yes."

"You love it, don't you? You love being the dirty little secret, the one I come to when I need a little extra."

With that, she's got a hand on the back of your head, pulling you hard against her, into the crook of her neck. Her lips are right at your ear, and between the moans and the ragged breaths, she's throwing out these little fragments of self-degradation. "I'm just a quick fuck to you," she says. "Just a warm hole to stick your cock in when you're bored of her."

She's not wrong, but you love hearing her say it, love the way she's getting off on her own humiliation. So you tell her she's right, and you kiss her neck. You’re all teeth - it’s a little aggressive. "But you're so fucking good at it," you growl. "You're such a good little slut for me."

"Fuck, yes," she whines, and you can feel her getting close, her body tensing up, her nails digging into your scalp. "I'm your little slut, I'm your dirty little secret, I'm—fuck, I'm gonna cum."

You can feel it too, that telltale tightening around your cock and hear it in the way her breath hitches. So you push her right over the edge. Your thumb finds her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles as you keep pounding into her. She screams, her whole body convulsing, and you feel her gush around your cock as her juices soak both of you.

"See, you're always so easy." She's nodding along, or at least doing her best to; some form of vague agreement is hidden in the way she's falling apart. There's this signature way Rei cums, something you know well enough now that you could pick it out in a lineup of orgasmic faces, where she gets a bit teary-eyed, and her bottom lip quivers, and then she breaks into this giggle - it's fucking adorable. "And so messy."

You slow down, letting her ride it out, and then you pull out, her body going limp against the desk. You take a moment to admire her - the way her chest is heaving, the flush on her cheeks, the dazed look in her eyes. You could look at her for hours, memorise every detail, but you've still got work to do.

So you're picking her up, but not heading for the bed.

Something about sliding balcony doors sings to the voyeur in you, as if you needed the city lights as an audience to the little spectacle you're making of her. So that's where you're taking her. That's where you'll pound her next.

"You know, there is a budget issue," Rei slurs out as she is pushed up against the glass.

"Oh yeah?"

"Overspending."

You're near tearing that skirt from her hips, and as she steps out of it, she turns and bends over, pushing her ass out for you. "And it can't wait?"

Rei shakes her head, looking back over her shoulder. "Actually, it's very relevant." She dips a little deeper. "You see, overtime costs are up a few points this quarter, and accommodation expenses have ballooned."

"Sounds like something we need to crack down on. Maybe you can find one of your creative approaches?"

"Asking me to get creative?"

"Always."

“I can do creative." It's an understatement for a woman like her, who seems to have an infinite number of ways to make you lose your mind. Case in point: she reaches out to pull a chair over to her side, and then she puts one foot on it and bends over a little further, giving you an even better view of her pussy, still wet and glistening from her last orgasm.

And just like that, you're kneeling, hands on her ass, spreading her open. Your tongue slides through her folds. Rei presses against the glass. "With the right motivation, I can hide any deficit," she's telling you, and you chuckle against her, the vibration making her shiver.

You lick her clit, and she whimpers. Rei pushes her hips back against your tongue. "I can make it work," she continues, her words breathy. "I'll just have to get very hands-on with the numbers."

You're not really listening anymore, too focused on the way she tastes, the way she feels against your tongue. You don’t have to see her to know she’s smirking. "I'll just have to bend over backwards for the company."

You groan at that, your cock twitching at the idea, and you pull back, standing up. You slap her ass, making her yelp and the flesh wobble. Now, you're lining up again and then pushing into her in one smooth thrust. She cries out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the glass where she can’t find any.

"Corporate loyalty," she gasps out. "It's all about giving your all."

"I think you're more than giving your all, Rei," you tell her. You reach around her to cup her breasts. "I think you're going above and beyond."

She laughs, breathless and a little wild, and it's the sexiest sound you've ever heard. "Just doing my job."

"And you're so good at it." You roll her nipples between your fingers. "I should give you a raise."

"I'd rather you just shut up and keep fucking me."

You can't argue with that. You straighten up, one hand on her hip, the other hooking the thigh of the leg she has propped up in the air. You're pressing her against the glass, the city lights blurring behind her. You're fucking her hard and fast. She's taking it, loving it, begging for more. You give it to her, you give her everything, until you can feel yourself getting close, your balls tightening, your thrusts becoming a little erratic.

"Fuck, Rei, where?" you manage to grit out. Not that this is a knowledge thing, you just need to hear her say it before you do it.

"Anywhere. On me. In me." 

In her.

She's cumming and laughing, and it's all so overwhelming, you can't help but follow her over the edge. Your vision goes white, your body tensing as you empty yourself inside her, filling her up with your cum. You stay like that for a moment, both of you breathing heavily, and then you pull out, watching your cum drip out of her, down her thighs.

It's fucking obscene, and you love it. You love the way she looks, all dishevelled and well-fucked. Rei turns to face you, and there's a satisfied smirk on her lips. There’s a gleam in her eye that says she knows exactly what she's doing to you.

She's standing, hands against your chest as she leans close, and suddenly she's all delicate. Plump lips give pillowy kisses. She keeps pulling back before you can engage her in liplock, a playful tease that has you chasing her kisses as she tilts her head this way and that.

"You're a bad habit," she whispers, and you can feel her smile against your lips.

"You're worse.”

"I know," she smirks, and just when you think you might make out with her, she's gone. One quick drop to her knees with cat-like precision. She's taking your cock in her mouth, cleaning you off, her tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the mixture of your cum and hers. You groan, and your hands tangle in her hair.

You've seen that look before - many times over the months you've been sneaking around with her. You're sure you'll see it again, and again, and again. As much as you both know this is wrong, as much as you both know it can't last, you can't seem to stop. She's your addiction, your guilty pleasure, your favourite fucking sin.

"Fuck, Rei." You're already half-hard again inside her mouth, and that has the corners of it upturned a little. 

Then comes the buzzing - your phone. You swear under your breath, reach for it, and see Wonyoung's name flashing on the screen.

Rei pulls off your cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your head, and then - as if it's the most normal thing - tells you, "Better answer that.”

A shake of your head and a resigned sigh. You’re supposed to be in the office, and that leaves no excuse for ignoring her call. You swipe and answer. "Hey, baby.”

"Hey," Wonyoung says, and you can practically hear her pout. "You're working late again, aren't you?"

"Yeah, sorry. Meeting ran over, and I just need to… finish up."

She sighs, a little over-dramatically to make her point. You’ve heard it before, and you’ll hear it again. "Again? This is the fourth time this week. I'm starting to feel neglected…"

You have to bite back a groan and swallow it as Rei takes you back into her mouth. She caresses the tip of your cock with her tongue. "I know, baby, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"I'm holding you to that," Wonyoung warns. And sure, she's not really mad, just playfully annoyed, but there’s this pang of guilt that quickly passes. Her tone shifts to something a little more serious and a little more seductive. "You know, I've been thinking about you all day. I'm wearing that new lingerie you bought me."

It’s an enticing thought that will only fuel you further.

Oh, fuck. Rei's eyes flick up to yours as she takes you deeper. That fucking smirk around your cock. Ugh, she’s so clearly enjoying the predicament she's putting you in. You clear your throat. "Yeah? The red one?"

"Mm-hmm," Wonyoung purrs. "It's so soft against my skin, and it makes me feel so sexy. I wish you were here to see it."

You drop your tone a little and tell her, "Wish I was too." It's not entirely a lie - you do want to be there and to see her in that lingerie. You just also happen to want to fuck Rei's throat while you're thinking about it, but you can’t exactly say it out loud.

You can just picture Wonyoung lying on your shared bed, her hand trailing down her stomach, slipping inside the red lace. "I've been touching myself," she confesses, and your hips jerk forward, making Rei gag a little. "Just thinking about you. About your hands on me, your mouth on me, your cock inside me."

Jesus Christ. This is too much. Rei's still working you over, her head bobbing in your lap, and Wonyoung's moaning in your ear. You're pretty sure you're going to hell for this, but fuck, does it feel so good.

"I want you to come home and fuck me," Wonyoung near-pleads. "I want you to bend me over the bed and take me hard. I want to scream your name until the neighbours complain."

You tangle your fingers into Rei's hair and hold her in place as you start to thrust into her mouth. "I'll be home as soon as I can, baby.”

"Promise?" Wonyoung asks, and you can hear the pout again.

"I promise." It's a lie, but what's one more on top of all the others?

"Are you alone?" Rei looks up at you, her eyes wide, but she doesn't stop sucking you, doesn't even slow down. If anything, she doubles her efforts, taking you deeper, her nose pressing against your stomach - the last thing you need.

"N-no," you stutter out. "I mean, yes. Yes, I'm alone. Just me and the spreadsheets."

"Right, right. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Fine," you grit out, as Rei starts to hum around your cock. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. "Just tired. Long day."

"Mm," Wonyoung’s not entirely convinced, that much is sure, but she buys any lie you try to sell her. "Well, hurry up and finish your work so you can come home and finish me off."

"Believe me, I'm trying," you say, and it's the truth, for once. You need to fuck Rei again - need to finish your work.

Wonyoung laughs, a bright, happy sound that makes your chest ache. "I love you," she says, and the words hit you like a series of little punches to the gut.

"I love you too," you reply, and you mean it - even as Rei's swallowing around you, even as your hips are thrusting into her mouth, even as you're trying not to bust a nut down your mistress's throat. You love Wonyoung, and that's what makes this so fucked up.

"See you soon." Wonyoung hangs up and leaves you with the dial tone and a girl on her knees who's still looking up at you with a fire in her eyes.

You toss your phone aside. You grip Rei's hair as you start to really fuck her face in punishment. She takes it - just lets you use her. Her eyes water, and spit drips down her chin. "That was so fucking bad," you scold. "Doing that while I'm on the phone with her."

Rei pulls off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock, and then catches it as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Punish me then."

At that, you're throwing her onto the bed. Wonyoung can wait. For just a little while longer, at least. You're going to give Rei exactly what she wants, and then you're going to go home to your girlfriend, and you're going to fuck her, too. Because you're greedy, and you want it all - the sweet girlfriend who loves you, and the dirty mistress who lets you use her.

[prael]

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IZ*ONE Kang Hyewon x male reader

7.6k words Masterlist

"All I'm saying is: try it. Let me put you in front of a camera and we'll see how it goes."

"Ah," she breathes out a small sigh of discomfort. Hyewon pushes at your hand, forcing you to loosen your grip on her waist. "And no," there's a brief pause for a deep gasp, "I'm not that desperate."

Her neck beckons your mouth with each swallow and suppressed groan. You lean forward, lips pursed, and lightly nibble across the column of her throat. "I think it'll suit you." You punctuate the statement with a singular, harder thrust of the hips to drive home your point. "The roleplay," you whisper into her ear.

Hyewon laughs, "You're sick," she spits, "but go on."

"Imagine being that college student all alone at her house. A handsome man," you kiss her cheek in the most delicate way possible, "- me - knocks on your door and introduces himself as a salesman." Your hands are tangled in her hair, nails softly scratching her scalp. "But then something about him, his smile, or lack thereof, seems so familiar..."

"Do I let him in?" she asks. It's posed as an innocent question, even with her fingernails scrawling down the wall you have her pressed against. You take a moment to let the question simmer, slapping your hips against her ass. You're forced to slow down - you almost finished right then.

"No," you manage between heavy breaths, "because you're smarter than that." There's a deep moan that travels through your chest like fire before you say: "You ask what he wants, why he's come. But when he reaches for his briefcase and shows you what he has to offer," you reach around to her stomach to brush past her clit on the way towards her labia. "You see a couple of toys and decide you might want one after all."

Hyewon arches her back against you at that, burying the tip of your cock into her deepest part. "Toys?"

"Yes," you thrust forward, holding her body flush against yours with your hand splayed across her stomach. "Then he invites himself in and you watch as he lays them all out on your living room table."

"I bet you'd like to tell me what he says next."

"Hmm... 'How about a free sample? So you know which one's right for you?' I'd pull out this very-" You lift her leg to get a deeper angle.

"Y-yes... fuck."

"- Large dildo that was just the perfect size for your tight little hole." You snake another hand around to hold her throat, thumb and finger teasing at squeezing her tightly. "And then it would just be us, doing what we do best - in front of the cameras."

"Oh my god, shut up," Hyewon whines, head tilting back to rest on your shoulder. "Keep fucking me." Your thrusts grow heavier as she grinds down on you.

"All your pretty orgasms caught in 4k." Hyewon's entire body twitches under your hold, legs shaking against the wall where they struggle to keep her upright. "People would pay a fortune just to get off on the sound of your voice alone."

"You're insane," she cries.

"I can't wait until someone else sees how beautiful you are."

"What makes you think-" You cut off her words by squeezing harder. Her mouth hangs open, eyebrows furrowing together. She rolls her hips down, and you let go so she collapses back against the wall.

"Think of the money we'd make together."

Hyewon's back arches against you as you feel her walls fluttering around your cock. "Ah," she gasps, trying desperately to match your pace. "Please," she whispers. Hyewon isn't in any place to talk; her breath hitches each time you drive inside her cunt. You push your fingers into her mouth as you continue speaking.

"Picture the comments; thousands, maybe millions, of strangers who'll never touch you but are so desperate that they'll pay to watch. Just one video is all it'll take." You smile into her neck, relishing the feeling of her warm skin against your lips as she trembles through another orgasm. "Just say yes. Say you want it too."

She shakes her head, swallowing thickly. "I don't - Fuck."

Your hand finds purchase in the curve of her hipbone before forcing her down against every snap of your hips. The sounds her pussy makes with each thrust fill the room alongside her whimpers of pleasure. "Come on."

"I'll never be that desperate."

-

The text said to come right over, and to bring wine - you know what that means.

"Again?" you ask.

"Someone else is more suited for the role," she mimics and mocks in an exaggerated impression of some director whose name you soon forget. It's always something; some new, trivial reason. It's no longer enough to tell someone they're not right for the part - they need some special way to reject someone and make them feel bad about themselves. Every little thing wrong with a candidate gets nitpicked to hell and back. Hyewon could act circles around anyone, and she's being passed up for whatever half-assed reason they can come up with.

She deserves better.

Your reassurance would be as hollow as the director's apology. It doesn't matter - the only response it earns is an eye-roll, anyway. "I know what you're going to say," she says. "And you can shove it."

You stand, bringing the glass to your lips. "You have to stop beating yourself up like this." You gesture vaguely at nothing in particular. "You shouldn't even be mad about missing out on such a low-quality project anyway. Seriously," you scoff, "the movie's going straight to DVD if they couldn't see your potential." Her eyes finally roll up from their downward glare. "Plus," you raise an eyebrow, "now you have all this extra free time."

She lifts her nose towards the ceiling. "To work on other projects that I'll get rejected from."

You set down your glass with a laugh. "To find one you're passionate about."

"And when the money dries up?" Her question is sharp and pointed; the implication is unsaid but clear.

You step closer. "The money’s already dried up. But, you know, we can still-"

"No." Her eyes narrow. There's a moment of silence, and then she sighs; her shoulders slump, and her face softens into something more vulnerable. "I bet you don't have this issue, do you? You turn up, do the same generic plot for the hundredth time with the fifteenth pretty woman of the month and move on." She drops onto the sofa with a groan. "Easy."

"I guess you could say I'm an opportunist," you smirk, sliding down next to her. Hyewon shifts away in annoyance before grabbing her wine.

She takes a long, slow drink; staring into nothing. After finishing the entire glass, she slowly licks her lips. Hyewon looks at you through her lashes. "You did it today, didn't you? You always have this look after filming. I can spot it every time." A single manicured finger taps against the stem of her wine glass, the soft clinking noise echoing around you. "Tell me about it."

"What do you want to know?" You inch closer, shifting your body towards hers. "The setting?" The heat of your breath washes against her cheek; a barely-there whisper. She tilts her chin, angling herself toward you.

"Yes."

"A large hotel room," you reply easily. "There's a bouquet of fresh flowers sitting on the nightstand next to a bed with a very neatly done coverlet." Her pupils widen as they scan over your expression.

"With satin sheets?"

You hum, reaching out to brush her hair behind her ear. "Right. And the plot, well; cheating girlfriend seduces bell clerk the night before her wedding - very tasteful stuff. So anyway, I'm helping her with her luggage while wearing my perfectly pressed uniform with the fake nametag - let's say I was called Alex this time." Her lips quirk into the hint of a smile before vanishing again. She reaches for the bottle sitting on the table beside the couch; her glass gets refilled while yours goes unnoticed. "So I'm working, right? But I can't help myself from staring at how pretty this woman is." Your gaze flickers towards Hyewon's mouth. "With these perfect, pouty lips begging to be wrapped around my cock, so naturally, I'm a little distracted from doing my job." Your voice lowers; dropping down to a sultry drawl. Her tongue slides across her lower lip.

"And she's all flirty, I bet? Did she really play it up like most actresses do? Just looking at you all doe-eyed and shit," she laughs, "because there's only so many times a person can take seeing some bimbo flutter their lashes all innocent-like without getting tired of it. I guess you don’t really care for realism."

"So one thing leads to another-" she rolls her eyes "- and next thing you know she's on her knees begging to get railed by 'Alex'," you nod.

Hyewon makes a face of mock-shock; eyebrows raised and her hand flying up to her chest to feign surprise. "How forward!"

"The director wanted to insert some foot stuff, but she didn't like the idea, so we skipped that. You would've liked the lingerie though, real lace number - all white. Very angelic, actually," you muse aloud. "Reminded me of you." She turns her head to the side. Her neck flushes red, the colour creeping upwards until the tips of her ears glow crimson.

"How thoughtful," she says dryly before taking another sip of wine.

"You can imagine the rest. There's sex, more sex, more sex, and then we wrap it up." You wave dismissively at the thought of work. Hyewon nods along silently; nails tap loudly against the glass. Her leg shakes incessantly; you lay your hand high upon her thigh, stilling her movements. Her breathing quickens under your touch.

"Sounds hot," Hyewon rasps. "I'm sure people will love getting off on such a masterpiece of cinema."

"Something's got you pent up," you note, completely ignoring the snipe.

"Got enough left in you to stay the night?" Her eyelids lower in a challenge.

You squeeze her thigh and lean forward to murmur in her ear: "Depends what’s on offer." Your fingers glide higher, stopping just short of touching where you both know she wants it. You trace lazy patterns on her inner thigh instead. She tenses before exhaling sharply through her nose; brows pinch together momentarily, frustration mounting steadily inside.

She shrugs, nonchalant. "Me."

"You're gonna need to be more specific than that."

A sigh escapes her lips; she purses them briefly, annoyed. Then she opens them slightly to speak. "Do you want to fuck me or not?"

The laugh rumbles from deep within your chest before spilling out of your throat without restraint. "Hyewon," your fingers finally drag across her pussy. "Anytime."

-

It's not often you take the time to just walk, but when neither you nor Hyewon have anything to film today, there's no harm in two friends taking a stroll. Of course, she has to wear a hoodie, a hat and glasses just in case some creep, adoring fan, or tabloid freelancer recognises her and starts following her around. If someone had told her before how exhausting fame can become, you doubt she'd listen. How does Hyewon keep herself from being crushed under the pressure?

Maybe that's why she keeps you around.

But she smiles brighter here, walking shoulder to shoulder with you on an empty beachfront street. Nobody ever really smiles in the spotlight. It reminds you of your teenage days: when the two of you were young, naive - stupid.

"So then," Hyewon draws the word out, pausing to inhale deeply before continuing her story. "I saw this old woman, she was trying to pick up this one fruit from the ground. And, I swear I thought I was watching it happen in slow motion because they all topple and there’s oranges everywhere." She chuckles at the memory. Her laughter sounds genuine, unlike her interviews and staged performances. Here it comes easily, bubbling up from within. The sound is soft yet vibrant and musical all at once. "And she looks at me, right? With this total 'Can you believe this shit?' look on her face. I'm losing it - trying so hard not to laugh, but I end up doubling over laughing hysterically anyway. Then I try to help her collect them all. We go back and forth between laughing at each other."

"So now you come down here and visit her regularly?"

"Well, yeah. See, she gave me an orange, so I came back the next day and I paid her for it. But then she gave me more fruits so I had to keep going back," she explains simply. Her shoes click against the sidewalk as she takes each step. "Plus," her lips twist into a faint smile, "I think she's lonely sometimes, you know? Just wants somebody to talk to about life outside the market."

"Ah," you grin, "I didn't know you had such a heart of gold."

Hyewon punches your shoulder with a scowl. "Fuck you."

"Out here by the beach? If you insist."

She rolls her eyes at you. "That wasn't a proposition," she points out flatly.

"But it could be," you offer with a sly smirk. She rolls her eyes harder - so exaggerated it looks painful.

"God, you're insufferable. Wait by the beach, will you? I'm going to go see her quickly," she says as she veers away from you; footsteps light and springy carrying her into a skip. "I'll come find you after."

Your gaze follows her figure until it disappears around a corner.

-

You had to text her directions. You walked off onto the beach and veered off down between the rocks near a quieter, closed-off part of the cove.

Now you watch the water rolling against the sand below, the sun beating down on the sea with waves crashing against the shore. You're shielded from sight by tall stone formations and an overhang above and it gives you just enough shade for comfort.

"Hey," Hyewon calls out, pulling you from your reverie. You glance up to see her striding towards you; long legs closing the distance quickly.

"All good?"

She nods as she sits by your side and slips her arms around yours. Her body is warm against you. "Yeah."

The wind picks up slightly and carries the scent of saltwater with it. A cool breeze brushes past your face and tickles your skin. You shiver involuntarily; goosebumps appear along your forearms where they're exposed to the elements.

"So when do I get to meet her?" you inquire, which makes Hyewon furrow her brow in confusion.

"Why?"

"Just curious if she knows how much of an ass you really are."

"I don't think you'd survive the trip," she jokes dryly. "She'd eat you alive."

You scoff dramatically. "I'm sure I could charm my way out somehow."

Hyewon laughs openly and unreservedly at the comment; bright and loud and sweet. "Trust me, dude. She would chew you up and spit you out faster than anything."

Her fingers trace absent circles along your bicep as she talks idly, rambling about nothing important. Hyewon always speaks easily; rarely hesitates before jumping into a conversation. Sometimes it seems like she loves hearing herself talk, and perhaps she does, but more likely she needs to fill the silence that permeates everything else around her.

She tells you about something funny a mutual friend said recently and something cute her cat did last night and eventually about some rumours going around the industry lately. The whole conversation is a backdrop for what's happening between you.

You study Hyewon carefully. The curve of her jawline where her hair frames her face perfectly; her dark lashes fluttering when she blinks slowly at you; the shape of her lips, curved upwards slightly every time she smiles softly. Her body is relaxed against yours, and she lets her hands wander freely.

"And this one time, my cat seemed obsessed with stealing my socks." She recounts the stories of how he kept bringing them back into her bedroom whenever she left. "He's so cute," she's telling you while slipping down your shorts. "I should probably pay attention to him more. He's been really needy lately..." She trails off, humming thoughtfully.

"Maybe he's bored, or just needs to play more," you suggest with a shrug of one shoulder.

"Bored of what?" she asks curiously, and bringing no attention to how she just placed her palm on your crotch, slowly moving her hand back and forth. She doesn't pause while waiting for a response.

"I mean, he's stuck in the house all day." You clear your throat nervously; eyes fixed firmly ahead, even as she continues to stroke you. "Don't cats need exercise?"

"He's still so lively and playful, though. Always wants to wrestle or run after toys or chase bugs, and he tires himself out." She never once glances down between your legs. "So, do you think it's just pent-up energy?"

Your breath hitches slightly when her palming becomes a grip, and she twists her wrist on the next stroke. "Maybe he just needs a release," you try to say in a level tone, only partially managing to hide the tremor from your voice. She pumps at a steadier pace as she processes this idea for herself.

"Yeah..." Hyewon trails off, seeming unsure. "That makes sense...maybe."

You sit there in the warmth of the late afternoon sunshine, allowing yourself to relax into her touch as she continues to jerk you off lazily. Neither of you makes any effort to address what's occurring beyond it; simply two friends passing the time, talking aimlessly.

"I guess you might be right," she concludes eventually, before slipping her hands into your shorts. "I should definitely buy him a scratching post or something." Hyewon rubs her thumb at the head, spreading pre-cum further before using it to ease her strokes. The new slickness makes the movement glide smoother against sensitive skin. It catches you by surprise, and you gasp quietly at the sensation.

"Seems reasonable," you manage to mutter under your breath; barely audible over the crashing of waves nearby.

"Or maybe I should get a friend for him," Hyewon ponders. A moan slips past your lips as she pumps particularly slowly, making sure to drag her fist tightly along the length. She seems lost in thought and distracted by her musings - her pace picks up speed subconsciously.

"A f-friend?" Your mouth hangs open as another gasp escapes you.

"Yeah, y'know, to give him companionship so he isn't so dependent on me." She purses her lips in contemplation. A sigh comes from you in response, eyelids drooping as pleasure builds low within. Hyewon picks up the change in your demeanour; she slows her pace ever-so-slightly. Your hips twitch impatiently under her deliberate slowness.

"Although," she begins, "maybe he prefers having me to himself. He gets awfully jealous if anyone else gets near me."

"Don't they all?"

She hums. Her gaze sweeps towards you casually, almost disinterested. But her eyes linger far too long, and you know she feels the same pressure coiling tighter and tighter within your core as well. Hyewon studies your expression intently as your breathing turns shallow, and she squeezes her hand gently, pumping faster - twisting just right beneath the crown. Her rhythm remains controlled. A groan escapes your lips as the heat grows in the pit of your stomach and radiates outward. "You close?" Her question breaks the silence. You merely nod, mouth slack-jawed.

A satisfied smirk curves across her lips. Without missing a beat, she leans closer to kiss the side of your neck lightly. Then she murmurs into your ear softly: "Do it for me." Her teeth scrape over your lobe; a gentle reminder of whose hand is on your cock, and why exactly it's there.

And it's that combination - the subtle order paired with her tongue flicking against your earlobe - which sets your body ablaze and causes the tension in your muscles to finally snap. Her name falls from your mouth as you release messily over her fingers, and some ropes splatter on the sandy ground.

There's a soft laugh followed by a teasing remark on how much of a mess you've made. You grunt weakly. Hyewon smiles and shakes her head before removing her hand from your now-softening length. "You're gross," she comments idly.

When you glance at her, however, there's nothing malicious or irritated present in her features - rather, amusement dances behind those brown eyes. There's something undeniably erotic about seeing her expression so neutral after stroking someone to completion. You tell her, "Felt like a waste. Could have put it somewhere more useful."

"Could have, but I didn't feel like putting in the effort today." Hyewon licks her hand clean, sucking her fingertips with an exaggerated pop. "Besides, we're not done catching up."

"Got more cat stories?" you ask jokingly, sliding your shorts up your legs with shaky hands.

"Nah, going to tell you about my cousin's divorce."

"Sounds thrilling."

"Truly," Hyewon smirks as she pulls your hand up under her skirt. "Wanna hear it?"

"I'm all ears." Your fingers slide against her underwear and immediately feel the damp fabric clinging to her skin. "Start talking."

-

"Are we pretending again tonight?" She slides over your thighs; the silk of her nightdress riding up her hips.

You skim your palms across the thin fabric covering her chest; feeling the swell of breasts beneath. She arches into your touch as you cup their weight. Her nipples stiffen visibly beneath the sheer cloth. When your fingertips brush over them, she shivers, leaning further into the caress. Her fingers dig into the meat of your shoulders as her mouth finds yours hungrily; tongue slipping between parted lips as she explores every inch of your mouth. And all you can do is surrender fully to the sensations she elicits inside you - heat blooms low in your belly; desire courses through your veins like fire igniting everywhere her skin makes contact with yours.

"We've been doing this a lot, recently," you comment as she drags her teeth along your jawline; leaving small, reddish marks where they graze sensitive areas of your neck.

"Going to complain about sex?" she breathes against your neck, punctuating each word with another bite.

"Not at all," you reply, sliding your hands along her thighs as they tighten around yours. "Can't help but think it's the boredom. Or the stress?" you say with a tilt of your head as you push aside strands of hair covering half of her face. Your lips find hers. Soft moans escape her lips when you press deeper into her mouth, savouring every bit of sweetness. Hyewon tastes sweet - always does. Something soft yet tangy, reminding you of ripe berries. Your tongues clash together in a sloppy dance of hunger and longing - a mix of lustful passion and simple comfortableness borne from familiarity.

"Not this shit again," she says, lifting herself up. "If I wanted your concern and not just your cock, I'd tell you."

"Hyewon," you whisper her name as you grab her ass. "I've paid your rent for the past two months. I'm gonna be a little concerned." She grabs your chin as soon as you finish speaking.

"Shut the fuck up." She kisses your cheek first, then trails downwards until reaching your collarbone. Teeth lightly scrape over bone before moving towards the base of your throat where they sink firmly into the flesh, eliciting sharp gasps of surprise and discomfort alike.

It hurts so damn bad; but there is no denying it feels so fucking good, too. Every nerve ending in your body lights aflame like fireworks under starless night skies - so bright and vibrant they nearly blind you completely. Pain melts away into pleasure seamlessly - it becomes difficult to distinguish between one sensation and the next.

"Besides, I've made up my mind. You've won," she mutters while nipping her way across your shoulders, dragging her nails down your spine. Her nails leave stinging trails wherever they travel; scratches etched across the expanse of your back, burning hotter than hellfire itself. "I'll do it. Tomorrow I'll call up your guy, set up a meeting - whatever. Okay?" She pauses for a moment, looking directly into your eyes.

It explains the intensity. Normally, it's all so casual, but now she has something to prove.

"Okay."

"Consider this my audition. Now, lie down on the floor." You push off the couch, settling onto the thick carpet, letting Hyewon take control. She positions herself on the edge of her seat on the couch, looking down at you, her expression cold. "Remember the one you told me about last month. When she dominated you?" Hyewon whispers as she places both feet firmly upon you. One at your chest, one at your abdomen, and she presses her dainty feet down heavily, pinning you firmly against the ground beneath her.

"The rich brat roleplay?" you ask.

"Mmm hmm," Hyewon hums affirmatively. She pushes one foot up from your chest and into your face. "Bratty could kinda be my thing."

"First video would be a little simpler, besides, you don't really get to choose -"

"- I do, or it's deal off." She pushes the sole of her foot against your mouth harder. "Now shut up." She uses her toe to pull down your bottom lip, prying open your jaw forcefully. "Get to work."

You shoot her a glare, but ultimately part your lips slightly further apart, allowing access, and you taste her. She seems pleased when you swirl your tongue along her toes - her breath quickens audibly when you suck gently at the top of each digit. The act of obedience excites you as well. There is something so strangely erotic about submitting fully to another's demands.

"That's better," she coos contentedly. Slowly, deliberately, she pushes her other foot down between your legs. She grinds against your hardening cock until it becomes fully erect. "No, you can't use it yet." Hyewon retracts her limb from your mouth and brings it back onto your chest. "Hands behind your head," she instructs sharply. You comply obediently with a muted growl, interlacing your fingers behind your head.

Once again, Hyewon grinds her foot against your cock with a forceful push. A whimper escapes your lips. Your erection throbs beneath her relentless foot and twitches uncontrollably whenever she puts extra pressure on it. She drags her other foot down too. She looks at you with a smirk as if to tell you that this is only just getting started.

"You've been in the industry long enough; ever had a girl do this?" She asks as she positions each foot on either side of your length, sandwiching it firmly between her soles. Hyewon applies more pressure now and starts massaging it with alternating powerful movements. "Well?"

"No," you moan in answer.

Her toes curl and extend repeatedly with each rhythmic motion - back and forth they flex against your swollen cock - until she stops for a moment to rub her big toe up along the underside of the shaft, circling lightly around the tip before coming back down to continue rubbing up against it once more. "Bullshit. I see this all the time in videos."

"You should watch more of my videos."

"I tried," she says so casually. "But then I always think 'I could just go over and fuck him.'" She presses her heel into the base, pushing your cock flat against your pelvis. "Besides, I've seen you cum enough times now that it's only exciting when I get to do it myself." She speaks, she rubs her foot against your cock and the speed builds gradually as she watches you carefully. "Think you can cum like this?"

"I'd much rather do it inside you instead." Hyewon moves her foot faster, grinding harder down on your cock. It makes it increasingly harder to breathe properly. The friction sends shivers running throughout your entire body. Each press sends waves of ecstasy washing over you.

"Not today," Hyewon grunts. "On my feet or not at all."

"Shit." You writhe under her pressure, desperately trying to hold yourself still, to prolong this torture just a few moments longer.

"What? No snarky remark now? I think I like you better when I do this." Hyewon leans forward, positioning her head right above her feet. She spits down onto your cock before rubbing your spit-covered dick between her feet once more. "Whatever turns you on, I suppose."

"Apparently your feet are right now." You arch upwards when Hyewon picks up the pace. "And it's something about the view."

You're looking up at her, perched there and peering down at you with that mocking face she does so well. Her legs are long and smooth; her skin gleams golden in the dim light cast by the lamp beside her. Her thighs ripple enticingly with every pump of her feet against your shaft. And there's the star of it all - her feet. Nails painted white and her soles slick with spit.

Her pace becomes erratic - wild jerks and erratic thrusts become interspersed with firm grasping motions around the sides of your cock as if she intends to milk you dry. She's laughing now. Mocking the way you squirm and twist beneath her. "You're really going to cum on my feet?" Hyewon says through a giggle. You can hear the disbelief in her voice, and it irritates you immensely because, yes, you actually are about to do it.

Your orgasm surges in a violent burst of pure pleasure - you lose complete control then, spilling copious amounts of cum all over Hyewon's pretty little feet.

Her laughter rings out clearly when she sees how badly you've coated them. "Wow!" Hyewon marvels loudly as she wiggles her toes in the substance that's dribbled onto them. "Looks like somebody liked my audition."

-

"Look, we're not going for an epic here. Just ten minutes of chopped-up footage and they'll be throwing money at us," The director’s excited, almost too much so. His speech is fast-paced, and his arms move wildly through the air in sweeping gestures. Hyewon sits across from him, perched on the bed in pose. You're watching from afar. They've given her the real summer vibe. The shorts are denim and shorter than any pair you've seen her pull from her own wardrobe. That tight, orange tank top accents her breasts perfectly. She's got her legs to the side and she's resting on one arm, nodding along at the director's rambling.

She's a pro, she doesn't need this.

"Don't look at the camera. We're going for natural. Remember what we said earlier. This is just two friends having sex." You catch Hyewon rolling her eyes at that. He continues: "Nothing too fancy, just enjoy yourself."

"I've got it, can we start?" You notice the smile creeping up on the director's face as he turns to his cameras.

"She knows what she's doing," you tell him as you approach. "Let's just get started."

"Just fine by me. All set, right?"

"Yeah, we're all ready," you tell him. You climb onto the mattress and lie beside her. "Finally." The words are said low and quietly, almost inaudible under your breath.

"Too many cooks," she mumbles under her breath.

"It's your scene," you tell her. "Take the lead, he won't question it."

The room goes silent, and the director gives his signal. And in an instant, Hyewon changes; her vibe is all ditsy and wide-eyed innocence. "It's so hot here!" Hyewon fans herself, pouting dramatically. "How can anybody live in this weather?" She pulls the hem of her shirt up so slightly as to expose a little more skin.

Is this really the direction she's going? It's a little generic.

"I don't want to wear clothes anymore, Daddy."

Okay, that's unexpected.

Her line delivery is perfect, and the inflexion in her voice suggests an irresistible degree of desperation; a perfect balance of pleading whine, frustration, and underlying lust that sounds entirely genuine. Her hands run over her bare midriff, and she moans quietly; she looks beautiful and vulnerable, helpless without even knowing it.

"We have to leave, baby. Don't do that..." You watch her hands slide over her hips, riding up the material even further, exposing her slim waist.

"I'm not going." She spits out the words and pouts petulantly. "Not until I'm satisfied."

This is different - more fun than her usual performances. She's being playful now; her eyes are lit up and sparkling. You're wondering if she's been holding back on you before now.

"We're leaving." You grab her wrist. An action to which she whines indignantly, shaking free from your grip. Hyewon pushes up higher and climbs atop your lap. She's not messing around anymore. She wastes no time grabbing hold of your hands, guiding them down to her ass.

"Daddy," she repeats. "Daddy..." This time she draws out the words slowly, savouring each syllable; savouring the way your fingertips tremble against her skin. "I'm not leaving. I need you."

She doesn't need prompting to keep going - doesn't need encouragement or coaxing from you. She already has a story in her head, and she's working her hardest to bring it alive. Hyewon reaches between her legs and palms your crotch, squeezing tenderly.

"It's so big," she remarks reverently. She unbuckles your belt quickly, eager anticipation driving every action.

She lifts herself onto her knees before tugging everything off. As soon as your cock springs loose, Hyewon descends upon it greedily - wrapping her soft hand around its thickness and stroking along the entire length.

"I love Daddy's cock."

Fuck, she's really into this, isn't she?

Her thumb caresses along the crown while her fingers close tightly around the shaft. Hyewon begins pumping faster and faster as she works you into hardness. Soon enough, she slips the tip between her parted lips and engulfs it within the warmth of her wet, inviting mouth. She starts sucking slowly, bobbing her head up and down your shaft with a steady rhythm.

"No baby... We need to..."

Hyewon releases your length with a wet pop and stares up at you with wide eyes. There's no hint of shame present within those dark orbs, nor hesitation evident within her flushed cheeks. Only pure eagerness. Hunger. Desire. Lust. Unadulterated need for cock.

A truly compelling act.

"But Daddy... I want it..."

She lowers herself back down over your cock, plump lips stretched wide to accommodate your size. She moves leisurely at first - seemingly content with simply licking lazily around the bulbous tip - but soon enough increases her pace steadily until she bobs eagerly, moaning lewdly around every inch of your girth. Her saliva coats your member liberally as she slathers it lovingly with sloppy, affectionate attention.

"Baby girl..."

She pulls off completely with another loud slurping noise, trailing strings of spit connecting her tongue to your erect pillar of flesh.

"Put it in my pussy, Daddy."

There's that spark in her eyes again, telling you it's alright to follow your instincts. To forget the script altogether. You rise upwards suddenly, grabbing hold of Hyewon's slender frame by her shoulders and pushing her down forcefully onto her back atop the mattress. Hyewon yelps in shock at the sudden movement, staring dumbly at you as you tear her clothes off, tossing them away carelessly.

"W-wait!"

You flip her roughly onto her stomach, then tug her rear upwards to expose her slick centre. She instinctively props herself onto all fours. Her pussy glistens wetly and drips juices down her inner thigh, proof positive of her arousal. "Want to be such a brat, then you'll take it like one."

You grab her ass and do as you have so many times before. You slip yourself into her pussy. You're actually doing it on camera this time. All the sex that happened offscreen, away from the prying eyes of countless people tuning in, is now there to be recorded. This is what will make it onto streaming sites and DVDs and websites - you and her fucking. Her voice rings out loud as you drive yourself deep inside her pussy; groaning aloud at the intense sensation of her walls enveloping your cock.

"Oh, Daddy. So big." She speaks as if entranced. She's playing it up for the camera but it's all so perfect; you can't tell where the act ends and real lust begins.

"Fuck," you hiss through gritted teeth, as you grab her by the waist and plunge deeper. It's not hard to lose yourself within her; you forget about the cameras entirely. Every inch of her velvet folds clamps down tightly around your shaft and squeezes rhythmically around your cock in rippling waves of constrictions.

She feels so hot inside! Her walls cling greedily onto you; begging wordlessly for more stimulation. For more pleasure. And it gets worse (or better) once she starts to move with you.

"H-harder," she tries to demand. It comes out choked and needy despite the strength in her words. "Harder, Daddy." Her body quakes with ecstasy as she struggles vainly to maintain any semblance of control whatsoever. Instead, she resorts to merely clinging to the sheets below, gasping hoarsely whenever your cock spreads her open particularly forcefully. "M-more."

There's nothing quite like stretching her open; the tightness and heat that greets you with each stroke remains remarkable nonetheless, regardless of how many times you've felt it before.

"I knew you could handle it." You smack her ass, the clap of your hand ringing out around the room as she winces loudly in pain. "You know why?" You wrap a hand loosely around her neck, squeezing lightly; Hyewon squeals adorably, her legs shaking violently beneath her. Her breaths come short and ragged through her clenched jaws. "Because you're mine."

You pull her flush against your chest. A camera pans in front of her and sets down low, capturing every twitch her cunt makes when you drag against her walls. Hyewon's mouth falls agape as if frozen in place, eyes wide and wild with desire, staring blankly straight ahead. Sweat forms over her flushed skin like pearls cascading down marble; beads rolling smoothly along the curve of her collarbones.

You hold her like that for a while, fucking up into her hard and fast. She bucks backwards with each thrust; her cute tits bounce for the camera. It's all so performative - the high-pitched shrieks and loud gasps, the whining and mewling constantly tumbling from her parted lips.

The director signals - he has enough footage in that position. So you're guiding Hyewon over to the next. "How's it going so far?" you ask as you guide her to the wall. "Is it just like you imagined?"

"It's just sex," she shrugs. You turn her around and press her back against the wall, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. "Good sex."

She holds herself aloft with surprising strength. Her toned legs coil around your waist snugly while her ankles hook behind your lower back securely. "Ready?" She gives a brisk nod, smiling slyly.

The director counts down, and you're inside her once more. "Ohh Daddy," she coos breathlessly, burying her face into the crook of your neck as her hips gyrate frantically.

"You've made us late," you growl at her as you snap your hips into hers. The thud of flesh slamming against wettened flesh reverberates through the room audibly. Every time your hips connect with hers, Hyewon cries out sweetly. Loudly.

"I don't care. Fuck me." Her nails dig painfully into your back, scoring angry red furrows down your spine. Not that you care, and the fans will love it. "Daddy." It's so over-used, yet somehow never grows stale; possibly because Hyewon's tone carries equal parts lust and malice.

You grab hold of her ass and step back once away from the wall. She leans back, shoulders against the wall and everything else suspended in the air. You take her weight into your hands; she's so light that it hardly takes any effort on your part to hold her aloft like that. Like some sort of erotic art piece, contorted in a sexual pose - the very image of depravity.

You're in complete control. Your thrusts dictate her very existence right now: when you push forward, she takes your entire length willingly; when you withdraw, she begs desperately for your return. 

Each motion elicits wonderful reactions from her; little twitches and convulsions that speak volumes about how badly she needs it. You fuck her like that for a while, suspended in the air. Her toned stomach tenses and her thighs tighten with every stroke. Her breathing quickens and shallows. Her half-lidded gaze fixes on yours intently; pupils dilated hugely as they drink in everything about you. Every grunt, groan or snarl you make seems to send shudders throughout her body.

There's no signal this time. You just lift her, throw her onto the bed and lift her legs into the air, holding her ankles in front of your face. You ram yourself deep into her. Her limbs flail limply in response; her calves lie unresponsive against your shoulders whilst her arms flounder about aimlessly atop the mattress.

It's rough. Violent, even. But Hyewon doesn't care. Far from caring, she welcomes it wholeheartedly. Welcomes every violent, powerful plunge and smack of your body against her thighs. You lean over her, folding her neatly beneath your frame.

"Harder, Daddy, harder," she chants ceaselessly. "Punish me for making us late."

"Open your mouth," you command sternly, pulling out almost entirely. "Stick out your tongue." She does exactly as told without hesitation. You spit into it and push back into her. She accepts both gifts eagerly; and relishes them openly, devouring your essence like candy. She swallows hungrily with an audible gulp and sticks her tongue back out, requesting more.

You spit again. She catches it, closes her mouth, and then you lightly slap her cheek. Not too hard, but enough to jostle her. The surprise causes her eyes to widen momentarily in alarm before quickly relaxing into hazy contentment. A blissful haze settles over her features, glazed eyelids drooping heavily shut.

"Come here." Your fingers thread through her silky black locks and yank hard; she whimpers sweetly at your roughness, tilting her head accordingly towards you obediently. She lets you steer her effortlessly.

Your mouths meet amidst an explosion of fiery passion. There's urgency in the kiss - an insatiable hunger permeating every lick and nibble of lips against tongues clashing together wetly between hungry gasps for air. It escalates quickly: lips parting further apart; teeth clicking accidentally; tongues entwining aggressively; saliva freely exchanging between heated breaths; soft moans rising unchecked.

By now, you have stopped caring about anything besides pounding yourself deeply into her receptive depths; rutting madly into her welcoming core without regard for comfort or safety.

She breaks first; breaking off suddenly with a sharp intake of breath, followed immediately after by an ear-splitting squeal; a keening shriek ripping forth from deep within her chest as she convulses wildly beneath you. Walls spasming uncontrollably around your cock; clutching possessively at every ridge and vein; milking insistently at each inch buried hilt-deep inside her.

There's a finale to it all. You agreed in advance how it should end. She'll take a load for the camera, right on her face. You slow yourself, reluctantly prying her legs off your shoulders and carefully extricating yourself from her clenching core. She looks almost comical in the aftermath. Her usually immaculate appearance utterly ruined - hair sticking messily up in odd directions while strands plaster erratically across her brow, cheeks aflame and glistening damply with sweat trickling from every pore; her lipstick smeared around swollen lips which remain parted in exhausted stupor.

"On your knees, now," you say, pulling her limp frame upright and off the edge of the bed. Her movements are clumsy and shaky, and she stumbles clumsily as you spin her around. Her legs fold under her as she collapses to the ground. But still, her eyes lock onto yours - fixed upon you expectantly; wanting; yearning.

And you stand tall above her, cradling her head gently in your palm. You brush your cock against her cheeks; coating them thickly in her own juices. Rubbing back and forth slowly, sliding up until you rest atop her pouted lips. She kisses the tip as you stroke yourself off above her; you run your fingers soothingly through her tousled locks encouragingly. "Take Daddy's load on your pretty face, baby girl."

Her lashes flutter dreamily as she watches enraptured. Her mouth hangs slightly slack as her hot exhales fan over your sensitive flesh; tickling enticingly. Your own ragged breaths echo throughout the room, perfectly meshing with her soft moans of encouragement as you stroke yourself closer towards climax.

She looks so vulnerable, so small sitting beneath you like this - kneeling submissively on the cold hardwood floor with your slick shaft laid heavily against her chin; staring up at you with such reverence, waiting patiently for your release. The cameras are in close. Waiting for that moment of truth.

Then it finally happens, your breath catching mid-gasp before escaping as a guttural groan.

Your orgasm hits and you release directly across her features; you cum across her lips, her nose, and her cheeks. White ribbons cascade down her visage, dripping obscenely off her jawline. She laps some into her mouth as it passes, but her gaze never wavers. Rather, she remains fixated solely on you; watching, rapt, as you unload across her features in viscous spurts until the last wave eventually washes over your senses and fades away.

You stumble back, and the camera moves in again, zoomed up onto Hyewon. She looks absolutely filthy like this - streaked thickly white across every inch of skin available atop her dainty face. Strands cling delicately atop long lashes and strings hang languidly between her parted lips.

She smiles lazily up at the camera and punctuates it all with a "Thank you, Daddy."

[prael]

prael💭cheating with Rei

IVE Rei x Male Reader

words: 4.1k Masterlist

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"This is the fourth time this week I have been working late," you warn as you throw the hotel room keys onto the desk. For almost all of those concerned, the overtime is killer, and if you're keeping track - which Wonyoung almost certainly is - then the hours are tallying up to something bordering unprecedented.

Unprecedented is, for all intents and purposes, an apt descriptor. Take, for example, how you grab Rei's ass: she leans into you, her legs hooking around your hips, her arms wrapping around your neck. The way she kisses you is equally unprecedented, her teeth brushing along your lower lip and her tongue pushing into your mouth like she wants to taste every last inch of you.

It's not, all things considered, a bad way to wind down after a long day. It is, however, entirely unfaithful to the woman waiting at home for you. But then again, that's rather the point. It's all part of the fun: the lies, the locked-office-door sex, the way you eye each other across the bullpen and have to pretend you aren't thinking of the way she feels beneath you, or how she sounds when you're buried inside her. Rei's lips leave yours with a sigh, and you can see in her eyes that she's every bit as hungry as you are.

"Missed you," she breathes, tugging at your tie, loosening the knot.

"Been two days, Rei.”

"Too long."

You kiss her again, and it's hard to argue with that. Her hands are working your shirt free of your trousers, fingertips brushing your skin, while your hands are sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt up with them. You hit the little black garter on her thigh. You knew it was there, you spotted it earlier when she totally-not-for-your benefit dropped her pen under the desk, but it's still a pleasant discovery. You hook your fingers beneath it, snap it against her skin, making her gasp into your mouth.

Rei's fingers are quick at your buttons, and she pulls your shirt open, her hands sliding over your chest, nails scraping lightly. You groan against her lips, and she smiles, smug and satisfied. "You're tense," she observes.

"You try sitting through a four-hour director meeting and see how relaxed you are," you retort, and she laughs, an airy sound that makes you want to hear it again and again.

You back her up against the desk, and she hops up, legs spreading to make room for you between them. You kiss her neck, and she tilts her head back, giving you better access. Your teeth graze her skin, and she shivers, her fingers tangling in your hair. "I have to sit through your budget reviews, too, you know," she whispers. "They're just as boring."

"But you get to look at me the whole time," you point out, and she laughs again, pulling your face up to kiss you.

She hums a little agreement before telling you the worst-kept secret of how difficult it is to be only twenty minutes into the meeting and already dripping wet. "I mean, you're up there, looking all serious and professional," she says, her fingers undoing your belt. "And I'm just thinking about how I want you to bend me over the desk and fuck me right there."

You groan because that is entirely not helpful when you're trying to keep things together for the sake of the shareholders.

"So when you had to step out of the room," Rei continues, "it took everything I had to not just follow you out and drop to my knees and suck your cock right there in the hallway."

You grip her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk, your cock pressing against her through your trousers. "Fuck, Rei," you groan, and she smirks at that.

She reaches between you, palming your length through the fabric, and you hiss, your hips jerking forward. "You're already so hard," she purrs.

"And yet, you're still so well-dressed." You start at her top shirt button, popping it open. Then the next. "I think we need to remedy that."

She bites her lip, eyes bright with anticipation, and you work your way down the line of buttons, revealing the black lace of her lingerie. You're not sure what's sexier: the underwear itself, or the fact that she's been wearing it under her work clothes all day. A body like that, you just have to taste, so you’re leaning down, kissing the swell of her breasts just above the fabric, and she hums in appreciation.

"All these hotel rooms cost a pretty penny." She’s probably right, but it’s not like you would know - the company is footing the bill for these little trysts. You’re going to argue that it’s all worth it for the look in her eyes, for the way she feels against you, for the way she's looking at you like you're the only thing that matters right now.

"I think it's a sound investment," you tell her before kissing her again, and then argue, "Good for morale."

"Mhm, I would say so. My morale is definitely up."

Then your hands are sliding up her sides, reaching her bra and pushing it up to expose her tits. You take one in your hand and just play with it so casually. Even that has her letting out deep breaths. You have to taste her. Your mouth finds her nipple, and you tease it with your tongue, making her continue those sweet sighs.

In response, her hand tightens on your cock, stroking you a little harder. "Feels so good.”

You move to her other breast, giving it an equal share of love, while your free hand slides down her stomach and slips under her skirt. You find her panties. Fuck, she’s wet. You press your fingers against her, and she whimpers, her hips rolling against your hand.

"Already so wet for me.”

"Always wet for you," she says, and fuck, that does something to you. You growl a little, nipping at her breast, making her cry out. Your fingers push her panties aside, sliding through her folds. You find her clit. You circle it lightly, and the response comes in a shudder and the clench of her thighs on your sides.

"I love how easy you are."

"Calling me a slut?" Rei asks as she unfastens your trousers, and you laugh into the valley of her breasts.

"Is that what you want me to call you?" You kiss up her chest now before nipping at her collarbone. You want to hear her say it - want to hear her admit how much she loves it when you call her a needy little thing.

"Maybe." Her hand slips into your boxers, wrapping around your cock, and you groan, your hips thrusting into her grip. "Maybe I just want you to fuck me like one."

Yeah, that’s the point here, Rei. Accompanied by a kiss, you push your fingers inside her so easily. You curl them, and before long, she breaks the kiss, her forehead against yours as she moans.

"I'm the best hour of your day," Rei teases, and it’s not entirely true, if not entirely false.

"Second best," you say with a little bite. "It's not like Wonyoung doesn't keep me pretty happy at home."

And that, right there, is the thing - the line that makes this so fucking hot. The way she knows you have someone else, and she doesn't care. She likes it, even. It gets her off just as much as it gets you off. You can feel her clench around your fingers, and you know she's thinking about it, about how she's the other woman, the side piece, the dirty little secret.

"Lucky her," Rei groans. "Getting you all to herself at night."

"Evening, night, morning - every chance we get."

You pull your fingers out of her, and she whines, but it doesn’t last long because you're already pushing her skirt up higher. Then go her panties in the other direction. She lifts her hips to help you, and soon you toss them aside. You spread her thighs. She places one hand behind her on the wood, keeping herself propped up, and with the other, she guides the head of your cock to her entrance. It all seems so rehearsed, which is a testament to the number of times you’ve had her like this.

"Where do you get the energy -" 

She doesn't finish the sentence, too busy gasping as you push into her, slow and steady. She's so wet and so warm around your tip. There is a moment where you just look at each other, both breathing heavily, and then you start to move, your hips rolling as you fuck her on the desk, and you tell her, "Proper motivation."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Something about knowing someone else is waiting for me at home," you say, and she moans, her head falling back. "Makes me want to fuck you even harder."

"Fuck," she gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "That's so fucked up."

"Knowing that ‘the someone at home’ is going to suck your cum off my cock when I get home." You start to thrust a little faster, a little harder. It always goes like this, as you both descend into cheating madness. "And she has no idea."

Rei's eyes are glazed over, her lips parted as she pants, and you take the chance to capture her soft lips again. She kisses back just as hard.

Her nail scrape down your back as she pulls off your shirt. You can feel the sting, but it just spurs you on, your hips snapping against hers over and over.

You want to mess her up. You want to ruin her, to mark her, to make her forget her own name. It’s all primal thoughts when you’re alone with her. You want to fuck her so good she can't think straight, can't remember anything but your cock and the way you feel inside her. 

So you do just that. You fuck her hard and deep. Your hands are on her hips, and you pull her into every thrust. She's making the most delicious sounds - little whimpers and moans that go straight to your cock.

There's this thing about Rei - call it a habit or call it an addiction - she's got this need to be a little bit mean, to be a little bit cruel, even when she's getting her brains fucked out. You can feel it in the way she's digging her nails into your skin, in the way she's clenching around you, trying to milk you for all you're worth. So you give her a little of what she wants, and you whisper in her ear, "Wonyoung would hate you, you know."

Rei barely manages a few expletives in response.

"She'd scratch your eyes out if she knew what we were doing." You punctuate your words with a particularly hard thrust, and she cries out. "But I guess that's part of the fun, isn't it? The thought of her finding out?"

"Yes," Rei hisses. "Fuck, yes."

"You love it, don't you? You love being the dirty little secret, the one I come to when I need a little extra."

With that, she's got a hand on the back of your head, pulling you hard against her, into the crook of her neck. Her lips are right at your ear, and between the moans and the ragged breaths, she's throwing out these little fragments of self-degradation. "I'm just a quick fuck to you," she says. "Just a warm hole to stick your cock in when you're bored of her."

She's not wrong, but you love hearing her say it, love the way she's getting off on her own humiliation. So you tell her she's right, and you kiss her neck. You’re all teeth - it’s a little aggressive. "But you're so fucking good at it," you growl. "You're such a good little slut for me."

"Fuck, yes," she whines, and you can feel her getting close, her body tensing up, her nails digging into your scalp. "I'm your little slut, I'm your dirty little secret, I'm—fuck, I'm gonna cum."

You can feel it too, that telltale tightening around your cock and hear it in the way her breath hitches. So you push her right over the edge. Your thumb finds her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles as you keep pounding into her. She screams, her whole body convulsing, and you feel her gush around your cock as her juices soak both of you.

"See, you're always so easy." She's nodding along, or at least doing her best to; some form of vague agreement is hidden in the way she's falling apart. There's this signature way Rei cums, something you know well enough now that you could pick it out in a lineup of orgasmic faces, where she gets a bit teary-eyed, and her bottom lip quivers, and then she breaks into this giggle - it's fucking adorable. "And so messy."

You slow down, letting her ride it out, and then you pull out, her body going limp against the desk. You take a moment to admire her - the way her chest is heaving, the flush on her cheeks, the dazed look in her eyes. You could look at her for hours, memorise every detail, but you've still got work to do.

So you're picking her up, but not heading for the bed.

Something about sliding balcony doors sings to the voyeur in you, as if you needed the city lights as an audience to the little spectacle you're making of her. So that's where you're taking her. That's where you'll pound her next.

"You know, there is a budget issue," Rei slurs out as she is pushed up against the glass.

"Oh yeah?"

"Overspending."

You're near tearing that skirt from her hips, and as she steps out of it, she turns and bends over, pushing her ass out for you. "And it can't wait?"

Rei shakes her head, looking back over her shoulder. "Actually, it's very relevant." She dips a little deeper. "You see, overtime costs are up a few points this quarter, and accommodation expenses have ballooned."

"Sounds like something we need to crack down on. Maybe you can find one of your creative approaches?"

"Asking me to get creative?"

"Always."

“I can do creative." It's an understatement for a woman like her, who seems to have an infinite number of ways to make you lose your mind. Case in point: she reaches out to pull a chair over to her side, and then she puts one foot on it and bends over a little further, giving you an even better view of her pussy, still wet and glistening from her last orgasm.

And just like that, you're kneeling, hands on her ass, spreading her open. Your tongue slides through her folds. Rei presses against the glass. "With the right motivation, I can hide any deficit," she's telling you, and you chuckle against her, the vibration making her shiver.

You lick her clit, and she whimpers. Rei pushes her hips back against your tongue. "I can make it work," she continues, her words breathy. "I'll just have to get very hands-on with the numbers."

You're not really listening anymore, too focused on the way she tastes, the way she feels against your tongue. You don’t have to see her to know she’s smirking. "I'll just have to bend over backwards for the company."

You groan at that, your cock twitching at the idea, and you pull back, standing up. You slap her ass, making her yelp and the flesh wobble. Now, you're lining up again and then pushing into her in one smooth thrust. She cries out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the glass where she can’t find any.

"Corporate loyalty," she gasps out. "It's all about giving your all."

"I think you're more than giving your all, Rei," you tell her. You reach around her to cup her breasts. "I think you're going above and beyond."

She laughs, breathless and a little wild, and it's the sexiest sound you've ever heard. "Just doing my job."

"And you're so good at it." You roll her nipples between your fingers. "I should give you a raise."

"I'd rather you just shut up and keep fucking me."

You can't argue with that. You straighten up, one hand on her hip, the other hooking the thigh of the leg she has propped up in the air. You're pressing her against the glass, the city lights blurring behind her. You're fucking her hard and fast. She's taking it, loving it, begging for more. You give it to her, you give her everything, until you can feel yourself getting close, your balls tightening, your thrusts becoming a little erratic.

"Fuck, Rei, where?" you manage to grit out. Not that this is a knowledge thing, you just need to hear her say it before you do it.

"Anywhere. On me. In me." 

In her.

She's cumming and laughing, and it's all so overwhelming, you can't help but follow her over the edge. Your vision goes white, your body tensing as you empty yourself inside her, filling her up with your cum. You stay like that for a moment, both of you breathing heavily, and then you pull out, watching your cum drip out of her, down her thighs.

It's fucking obscene, and you love it. You love the way she looks, all dishevelled and well-fucked. Rei turns to face you, and there's a satisfied smirk on her lips. There’s a gleam in her eye that says she knows exactly what she's doing to you.

She's standing, hands against your chest as she leans close, and suddenly she's all delicate. Plump lips give pillowy kisses. She keeps pulling back before you can engage her in liplock, a playful tease that has you chasing her kisses as she tilts her head this way and that.

"You're a bad habit," she whispers, and you can feel her smile against your lips.

"You're worse.”

"I know," she smirks, and just when you think you might make out with her, she's gone. One quick drop to her knees with cat-like precision. She's taking your cock in her mouth, cleaning you off, her tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the mixture of your cum and hers. You groan, and your hands tangle in her hair.

You've seen that look before - many times over the months you've been sneaking around with her. You're sure you'll see it again, and again, and again. As much as you both know this is wrong, as much as you both know it can't last, you can't seem to stop. She's your addiction, your guilty pleasure, your favourite fucking sin.

"Fuck, Rei." You're already half-hard again inside her mouth, and that has the corners of it upturned a little. 

Then comes the buzzing - your phone. You swear under your breath, reach for it, and see Wonyoung's name flashing on the screen.

Rei pulls off your cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your head, and then - as if it's the most normal thing - tells you, "Better answer that.”

A shake of your head and a resigned sigh. You’re supposed to be in the office, and that leaves no excuse for ignoring her call. You swipe and answer. "Hey, baby.”

"Hey," Wonyoung says, and you can practically hear her pout. "You're working late again, aren't you?"

"Yeah, sorry. Meeting ran over, and I just need to… finish up."

She sighs, a little over-dramatically to make her point. You’ve heard it before, and you’ll hear it again. "Again? This is the fourth time this week. I'm starting to feel neglected…"

You have to bite back a groan and swallow it as Rei takes you back into her mouth. She caresses the tip of your cock with her tongue. "I know, baby, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"I'm holding you to that," Wonyoung warns. And sure, she's not really mad, just playfully annoyed, but there’s this pang of guilt that quickly passes. Her tone shifts to something a little more serious and a little more seductive. "You know, I've been thinking about you all day. I'm wearing that new lingerie you bought me."

It’s an enticing thought that will only fuel you further.

Oh, fuck. Rei's eyes flick up to yours as she takes you deeper. That fucking smirk around your cock. Ugh, she’s so clearly enjoying the predicament she's putting you in. You clear your throat. "Yeah? The red one?"

"Mm-hmm," Wonyoung purrs. "It's so soft against my skin, and it makes me feel so sexy. I wish you were here to see it."

You drop your tone a little and tell her, "Wish I was too." It's not entirely a lie - you do want to be there and to see her in that lingerie. You just also happen to want to fuck Rei's throat while you're thinking about it, but you can’t exactly say it out loud.

You can just picture Wonyoung lying on your shared bed, her hand trailing down her stomach, slipping inside the red lace. "I've been touching myself," she confesses, and your hips jerk forward, making Rei gag a little. "Just thinking about you. About your hands on me, your mouth on me, your cock inside me."

Jesus Christ. This is too much. Rei's still working you over, her head bobbing in your lap, and Wonyoung's moaning in your ear. You're pretty sure you're going to hell for this, but fuck, does it feel so good.

"I want you to come home and fuck me," Wonyoung near-pleads. "I want you to bend me over the bed and take me hard. I want to scream your name until the neighbours complain."

You tangle your fingers into Rei's hair and hold her in place as you start to thrust into her mouth. "I'll be home as soon as I can, baby.”

"Promise?" Wonyoung asks, and you can hear the pout again.

"I promise." It's a lie, but what's one more on top of all the others?

"Are you alone?" Rei looks up at you, her eyes wide, but she doesn't stop sucking you, doesn't even slow down. If anything, she doubles her efforts, taking you deeper, her nose pressing against your stomach - the last thing you need.

"N-no," you stutter out. "I mean, yes. Yes, I'm alone. Just me and the spreadsheets."

"Right, right. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Fine," you grit out, as Rei starts to hum around your cock. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. "Just tired. Long day."

"Mm," Wonyoung’s not entirely convinced, that much is sure, but she buys any lie you try to sell her. "Well, hurry up and finish your work so you can come home and finish me off."

"Believe me, I'm trying," you say, and it's the truth, for once. You need to fuck Rei again - need to finish your work.

Wonyoung laughs, a bright, happy sound that makes your chest ache. "I love you," she says, and the words hit you like a series of little punches to the gut.

"I love you too," you reply, and you mean it - even as Rei's swallowing around you, even as your hips are thrusting into her mouth, even as you're trying not to bust a nut down your mistress's throat. You love Wonyoung, and that's what makes this so fucked up.

"See you soon." Wonyoung hangs up and leaves you with the dial tone and a girl on her knees who's still looking up at you with a fire in her eyes.

You toss your phone aside. You grip Rei's hair as you start to really fuck her face in punishment. She takes it - just lets you use her. Her eyes water, and spit drips down her chin. "That was so fucking bad," you scold. "Doing that while I'm on the phone with her."

Rei pulls off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock, and then catches it as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Punish me then."

At that, you're throwing her onto the bed. Wonyoung can wait. For just a little while longer, at least. You're going to give Rei exactly what she wants, and then you're going to go home to your girlfriend, and you're going to fuck her, too. Because you're greedy, and you want it all - the sweet girlfriend who loves you, and the dirty mistress who lets you use her.

[dotoliwrites]

Go read this so Prael can write more Rei 🙏

[thesilentakuma]

Public Desire

Ahyeon × Asa × M!Reader

The mall buzzed with Saturday chaos—families, teens, escalators humming. Ahyeon clung to my arm, her oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, but I knew every curve beneath it. Her eyes sparkled with that mix of innocence and mischief that made my cock throb. We weaved through crowds, her hand slipping into mine, fingers interlacing.

"Let's try that boutique," she said, pointing to a lingerie store. I grinned, following her inside. Racks of lace, satin, and silk surrounded us. She picked up a sheer black babydoll, holding it against her body. "Like this?" I stepped closer, my hand sliding down her back, cupping her ass through her jeans.

"Perfect. But I've got a better idea." I pulled out the small remote from my pocket, hidden in my jacket. The vibrator inside her pussy hummed to life on the lowest setting. Her gasp was barely audible, but her knees buckled slightly. I caught her elbow, steadying her.

"Keep browsing," I whispered, thumbing the remote to medium. Her breath hitched, cheeks flushing. She grabbed a random garment, pretending to examine the tag. I led her to a corner where a curtain partially hid us from the saleswoman.

"Bend over, pretend to tie your shoe." She obeyed, presenting her round ass. I unbuttoned her jeans in one swift motion, sliding them down just enough to expose the plug nestled in her ass. The silicone beads pressed against her rim. I pushed it slightly, making her moan.

"Shh. You don't want them to hear you, do you?" She shook her head, biting her lip. I pulled the plug out fully, then shoved it back in, deeper. Her pussy clenched around the vibrator. I shoved my fingers into her mouth. "Suck. Quiet." She obeyed, drool dripping down my hand.

A group of girls walked past the curtain. Ahyeon's eyes widened, but she didn't stop sucking. I pulled my fingers out, wiped them on her cheek. "Good slut. Now stand up."

We left the store, my hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the escalator. I increased the vibrator speed. Her legs trembled on the moving steps. I pressed my erection against her ass, whispering, "I'm going to fuck you right here."

She gasped, looking around. People below, people above. "Someone will see."

"Exactly." At the top, I pulled her into the family restroom—larger, private. Locked the door. Pushed her against the wall, kissing her hard. Tongues clashed, teeth nipped. I yanked her hoodie over her head, then her top. Her tits spilled out, nipples hard. I pinched them, twisting.

"Your tits are perfect for abuse." She whimpered. I pinched harder, rolling the nubs between my thumbs. She arched into my touch, wanton.

I spun her around, bent her over the sink. The mirror reflected her flushed face. I pulled her jeans and panties to her ankles, exposing her glistening pussy and the plug. The vibrator sat inside her cunt, still buzzing. I yanked the plug out slowly—the beads popping one by one. She cried out.

"Count them."

"One... two... three... four... five..." Tears welled. I shoved it back in, harder.

"Again. All five."

"One, two, three, four, five!" She sobbed as I pulled it out fully, dropping it in the sink.

I unzipped my jeans, my cock springing out, slick with precum. I positioned myself behind her, driving into her pussy in one brutal stroke. The vibrator was still inside, the combined vibration making her scream. I clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Shut up. You're nothing but a public cocksleeve." I fucked her standing, her body jerking with every thrust. The sink rattled. My hips slammed against her ass, the wet sounds of flesh on flesh filling the tiny room.

"Look at yourself. Slutty idol getting railed in a mall bathroom." Her eyes were glassy, mascara running. I grabbed her hair, forcing her to watch.

"Please... harder..."

I pulled out, spun her, lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist. Her back hit the wall. I impaled her again, her pussy gripping me tight. "Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Say it."

"I'm your personal whore." I kissed her, sloppy, desperate. Her nails raked my back. I bit her lower lip, drawing blood.

"Let's try something." I lowered her onto the floor, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was swollen, dripping. I knelt between them, shoving two fingers inside her, curling them. She bucked.

"Fuck my hand. Beg."

"Please... fuck my cunt... use me..."

I added a third finger, stretching her. Her walls pulsed. I leaned down, sucking her clit into my mouth. She screamed, but I covered her mouth again. My tongue flicked, teeth grazed the nub. She came, shaking, juices flooding my hand.

"Delicious little slut."

I stood, pulling her to her feet. I bent her over the small changing bench, her ass up. I lined up at her asshole, pushing the tip inside. She tensed.

"Relax, or I'll make it hurt."

She exhaled, and I shoved in. Her ass was tight, hot. I held her hips, pistoning in and out. "This ass belongs to me now. Every idol fan will never know you're stuffed with my cock in public."

I reached around, pinching her clit. She came again, her ass clenching around me. I wanted more.

"Stand up. Face me." I lifted her again, this time letting her back hit the door. I hooked her legs over my arms—full nelson. My cock slid into her pussy from this new angle, deeper. She threw her head back.

"Fuck, you're so deep."

I pressed my forearm against her throat. Light pressure, just enough to make her eyes flutter. "Breathe for me. That's it. Pretty little doll."

I drove upward into her, her tits bouncing. "I'm going to fill you up. Every hole." She nodded, drooling. I released her throat, kissed her, then dropped her onto the floor on her back. I grabbed her legs, folding them toward her head—mating press. My cock plunged into her pussy again, every inch visible to her.

"Look at where I'm fucking you. Look at that wet cunt taking me."

She stared, mesmerized. I slammed into her, her ass cheeks bouncing on the tile.

"Turn over." She obeyed, on all fours. I pulled her onto my lap—carry sex, her back to my chest. I reached between her legs, fingering her clit while my cock drove into her ass again. She was a mess of moans and tears.

"One more position. Lie flat on your back." She did. I stood over her head, my cock at her mouth. "Suck me clean of your own juices." She opened wide, taking my full length. I throat-fucked her gently, then harder. She gagged, but kept going.

"Now feet up." I grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs high, her ass off the floor—piledriver. Her pussy was right there, glistening. I knelt, driving my cock straight down into her. She screamed around my shaft.

"Take it. Take all of it." I fucked her in that deep angle, her eyes rolling back. My balls slapped her ass. She came again, a gush of fluid spraying onto my thighs.

"That's it. Cum for me. Now your ass." I pulled out, shoved into her asshole in the same position. She was sobbing, clenching, taking it. I felt my own climax building.

"I'm going to fill your ass with my cum. You're going to walk out of here leaking."

"Please... please.. fill me..."

One final thrust, and I erupted inside her, hot ropes coating her anal walls. She convulsed, a fourth orgasm ripping through her. I stayed buried, feeling her milk me.

Slowly, I pulled out. Cum dripped from her asshole onto the floor. I grabbed her plug from the sink, pushed it back into her ass, sealing the mess. The vibrator I retrieved, cleaned it with a wipe, and slid back into her pussy.

"Ready to shop more?" I grinned, helping her dress. Her legs wobbled. She had a dreamy, fuck-drunk smile.

As we left the restroom, she leaned into me, whispering, "I love being your whore."

I kissed her forehead, the vibrator's remote back in my hand. "And you're the best slut in the mall."

The mall's air conditioning hit my skin as we stepped out of the restroom, Ahyeon clinging to my arm, her legs still trembling. The vibrator hummed inside her, a constant reminder of what we'd just done. She looked blissed out, her makeup smudged, lips swollen. I had the remote in my pocket, ready to tease her again.

We wandered toward the exit, planning to hit a few more stores, when I spotted a familiar face near the food court. Asa—tall, sleek, with sharp Japanese features and a devious smile—stood scrolling through her phone, a shopping bag dangling from her wrist. She was one of Ahyeon's groupmates, and I'd always imagined what it would be like to have her too.

"Ahyeon-ah!" Asa called out, waving. She jogged over, her long black hair swaying. Her eyes flicked to Ahyeon's flushed cheeks, then to me. "Unnie, you look wrecked. What happened?"

Ahyeon giggled, squeezing my arm. "Just had a fun shopping trip."

Asa's smile turned knowing. She leaned closer, whispering something in Ahyeon's ear. Ahyeon's eyes widened, then she nodded eagerly. Asa turned to me, her gaze bold. "Oppa, want to make this even more fun? I'm free for the next few hours."

My cock twitched. "What did you have in mind?"

"Let's go to the park. There's a quiet spot near the lake. I brought my phone—we can film everything." She held up her phone, the camera lens glinting. "I want to be part of your little game."

I grinned, pulling both of them close. "Perfect."

We left the mall, walking through the crowded streets. I kept my hand on Ahyeon's lower back, the remote in my pocket turned to high. She stumbled, gasping, and Asa caught her elbow, laughing.

"Easy, unnie. You'll draw attention."

"Good," I said, squeezing Ahyeon's ass. "Let them see how needy my slut is."

We passed a small boutique with a curtained entrance. "In here," I ordered, pulling them inside. The shop was dimly lit, filled with racks of vintage clothing. The owner was busy at the counter, distracted. I led them to a cramped dressing room at the back.

Asa's eyes sparkled as I locked the door. The space was tight—three of us pressing together. I turned to Asa, cupping her chin. "You're going to follow Ahyeon's lead. Do exactly what I say."

She nodded, a hint of submission in her eyes.

"Strip. Both of you."

They obeyed quickly, clothes falling to the floor. Asa's body was lean, athletic, with small perky tits and a smooth shaven pussy. Ahyeon's curves contrasted nicely—fuller hips, rounder ass. I had them kneel in front of me, faces inches from my crotch.

"Open your mouths." They obeyed, tongues out. I unzipped my jeans, my cock springing free, still slick with Ahyeon's cum. I pressed the tip against Asa's lips first. "Suck. Taste your friend's cunt."

Asa took me in eagerly, her mouth hot and skilled. Ahyeon watched, licking her lips. I pulled out of Asa's mouth and shoved into Ahyeon's, then back to Asa, alternating. I grabbed their heads, forcing them deeper. Gagging sounds filled the tiny room.

"Good little idols. Choking on my cock like the whores you are."

After a minute, I pulled out, stroking myself. "Turn around, Asa. Bend over the rack. Ahyeon, kneel behind her and eat her pussy."

Asa bent over, her ass presented beautifully. Ahyeon dove in, tongue lapping at Asa's slit. I watched, stroking, as Ahyeon's face disappeared between Asa's thighs. Asa moaned, gripping the metal rack.

I reached into Ahyeon's bag, pulled out the anal beads and the vibrator. The beads were still wet from earlier. I pressed them against Asa's asshole, pushing slowly. She gasped, tensing.

"Relax. Let me fill your ass."

She forced herself to relax, and I slid the first bead in, then the second, third, fourth, fifth. Her ass stretched around them. I left the last bead resting at the rim, then turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her clit.

Asa screamed, her body convulsing. Ahyeon's tongue kept working, lapping up Asa's juices. I grabbed Ahyeon's hair, pulling her face away. "Enough. Time for the real fun."

We dressed quickly, leaving the beads and vibrator inside Asa—concealed but active. I held the remote for both: the vibrator inside Asa's pussy, and the one still inside Ahyeon's cunt. I turned them both to medium.

The three of us walked out of the shop onto the street. Asa's legs wobbled, but she kept a straight face. Passersby paid no attention. I led them toward the park, a twenty-minute walk. Every few steps, I increased the speed, watching them squirm.

At the park, we found a secluded grove of trees near the lake. Dusk was settling, casting long shadows. I pulled out my phone too, setting it to record on a nearby bench.

"First position: stacked." I pointed to the grass. "Ahyeon, lie on your back. Asa, lie on top of her, face to face, legs intertwined."

They arranged themselves, Ahyeon beneath, Asa above. Their bodies pressed together, breasts mashing, legs tangled. I knelt beside them, positioning my cock at Asa's pussy. I thrust in, fucking her from above, the weight of my body pressing them both into the grass. With each stroke, Asa's body pushed into Ahyeon's, their moans mingling.

"Look at you two. A fucking idol sandwich."

I fucked Asa hard, her ass slapping against Ahyeon's thighs. I reached down, pinching Asa's nipples, twisting. She cried out. Then I leaned over, biting Ahyeon's nipple through the gap between their bodies.

"Cum for me. Both of you. Now."

Asa came first, her pussy clenching around my cock. Ahyeon followed, her body shuddering beneath. I pulled out, still hard.

"Next: mating press. Ahyeon, on your back, legs folded. Asa, hold them down."

Ahyeon lay back, pulling her knees to her chest. Asa grabbed her ankles, pressing them toward her head, exposing Ahyeon's glistening pussy. I knelt between them, driving into Ahyeon. Asa leaned down, licking Ahyeon's clit as I fucked her.

"Now switch. Asa, take her place."

Asa swapped with Ahyeon. I fucked Asa in the same position, while Ahyeon licked Asa's clit. I grabbed Asa's throat lightly, squeezing as I thrust. "You're just a hole for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, oppa," she choked out.

"Good. Now piledriver." I lifted Asa's legs, hooking them over my shoulders, her ass raised off the ground. I knelt and drove straight down into her pussy, the angle deep. Ahyeon positioned herself under Asa's head, feeding her pussy to Asa's mouth. Asa licked Ahyeon's clit while getting fucked from above.

I reached down, pulling the anal beads out of Asa's ass slowly, one by one. She whimpered around Ahyeon's cunt. When the last bead popped out, I shoved two fingers into her ass, scissoring.

"Now prone bone. Asa, face down, ass up. Ahyeon, on top of her back, same position."

They stacked again, Asa on the bottom, Ahyeon on top, both on their stomachs, asses raised. I lubed up with spit, then fucked Asa's ass from behind, my cock sliding into her tight hole. With every thrust, her body pushed into Ahyeon's. I reached around, sliding my other hand between Ahyeon's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Take it, both of you. Breeding each other with my cock."

I fucked Asa's ass relentlessly, feeling her climax building. She screamed into the grass. Ahyeon came from my fingers, her legs shaking.

"One more position: prison guard." I pulled out of Asa's ass, then grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to stand. I wrapped my arm around her throat, light pressure, while I kicked her legs apart. Ahyeon knelt in front of her, face level with Asa's pussy.

"Lick her. Make her cum again."

Ahyeon dove in, tongue fucking Asa's slit. I held Asa against my chest, my cock pressing against her lower back. I reached around, pinching her nipples, then slowly slid my hand down to her ass, pushing two fingers into her now-empty hole.

"You're going to stand here and take it like a good detainee."

Asa sobbed as she came again, her juices dripping down Ahyeon's chin. I released her, pushing her to her knees next to Ahyeon.

"Now both of you, on your backs. Spread eagle."

They lay side by side, arms and legs spread wide. I stood over them, my cock slick with their mixed fluids. I knelt between Ahyeon's legs first, driving into her pussy one last time. I fucked her fast, deep, feeling my own climax near.

"I'm going to breed this cunt. Fill you with my cum so every fan knows you're my property."

She nodded frantically. "Yes, breed me... fill me..."

I pulled out at the last second, shooting my cum across her stomach and pussy. Then I turned to Asa, sliding into her pussy with the leftover slickness. She was soaking wet. I fucked her for a minute, then came again, spilling inside her, painting her walls.

"Now clean each other up."

They crawled to each other, licking my cum off Ahyeon's stomach, sharing the taste. I filmed the whole thing—their tongues, their submission. When they finished, I helped them dress, both of them still trembling.

As we walked back through the park, the vibrators still inside them, I held the remote. Asa leaned into me, whispering, "When can we do it again?"

I kissed her forehead. "Soon. But first, we have more shopping to do."

The night air wrapped around us as we left the park, the city lights flickering in the distance. Ahyeon and Asa walked on either side of me, their steps uneven, thighs glistening with the cum that still trickled down their legs. The vibrators hummed inside both of them, still set to a low, teasing pulse. I kept the remote in my palm, ready to remind them who owned their pleasure.

We passed a late-night convenience store, its fluorescent buzz spilling onto the sidewalk. I stopped, pulling them into the narrow alley beside it. The walls were grimy, graffiti-tagged, the smell of trash thick in the air. Perfect.

"Both of you. Against the wall."

They pressed their backs to the brick, breathing heavy. I stood before them, unzipping my jeans, my cock hard again. The belt at my waist jingled as I undid it, sliding the leather free. I doubled it over, slapping it against my palm.

"Arms up. Hold the wall."

They obeyed, raising their hands above their heads, palms flat against the brick. Their bodies arched slightly, presenting their chests, their slick thighs. I stepped closer, running the belt along Asa's collarbone, then down between her tits.

"This belt is going to be your reminder. Every time you see it, you'll remember who you are."

I wrapped the leather around Asa's wrists, cinching it tight, then looped it through the bars of a nearby grate, securing her. Her eyes widened, but she didn't struggle. Then I turned to Ahyeon, using the other end of the same belt to bind her wrists together, pulling them up so both girls were tethered to the same point, their bodies inches apart.

"Now you're connected. Two sluts, one leash."

I knelt before them, pressing my face between their legs. I licked Asa's pussy first, tasting my cum mixed with hers, her clit swollen against my tongue. She gasped, her hips bucking. Then I turned to Ahyeon, lapping at her folds; she was drenched, her cunt sucking at my mouth.

"Look at how wet you both are. Even after all that fucking."

I slid two fingers into Ahyeon's pussy, curling them, while my mouth worked Asa's clit. Alternating, switching, keeping them on edge. Their moans echoed in the alley, muffled only by their own efforts to stay quiet.

"Beg," I commanded, pulling back. "Beg me to make you cum."

"Please, oppa," Ahyeon whined. "Please let me cum. I need it."

"I need it too," Asa breathed, her eyes glassy. "Please... I'll do anything."

I smiled, sliding my fingers back into Asa. "That's my good little idols."

I fingered them both to orgasm, their bodies trembling against the wall, their cries swallowed by the night. I pulled the vibrators out—first Ahyeon's, then Asa's—dropping them on the ground, still buzzing. They pulsed in the dirt like dying things.

"Now, last round. You're going to take my cock in your mouths, one after the other, until I cum down your throats."

I untied Asa's hands, keeping Ahyeon bound. Asa dropped to her knees, taking me deep immediately, her throat working around my shaft. I grabbed her hair, fucking her face, her nose pressed against my pelvis. Ahyeon watched, licking her lips.

"Switch."

Asa pulled off, gasping, and Ahyeon took her place, her mouth hot and eager. I thrust deep, holding her head still, coming in her throat. She swallowed, cum dripping from her lips.

I pulled out, stroking the last drops onto Asa's tongue. "Clean finish. Lick it all up."

They shared the taste, eyes locked on mine.

I freed Ahyeon's wrists, then led them out of the alley, back onto the main street. The city was quieter now, the crowds thinning. I stopped at a bench near the bus stop, pulling them onto my lap, one on each thigh.

"Time to go home."

We took the late bus, the three of us squeezed into a back seat. The driver didn't glance twice. Ahyeon's head rested on my shoulder, Asa's hand on my chest. They both looked exhausted, blissed out, marked.

At my apartment, I led them to the bedroom. The sheets were still rumpled from the morning. I undressed them slowly this time, washing their bodies in the shower, wiping away the cum and sweat. Ahyeon winced as the water hit her sore pussy. Asa leaned against the tiles, her knees weak.

I carried them to bed, laying them on their stomachs, one on each side. I climbed in between, an arm around each, pulling them close.

"Sleep," I murmured. "You're mine now. Both of you."

Ahyeon nuzzled into my chest. "Yours."

Asa whispered, "Yours."

I kissed each of their foreheads. "My perfect little whores. My idols. My sluts."

The moonlight filtered through the blinds, painting their sleeping faces silver. I reached over, grabbing my phone, snapping one last photo—the two of them tangled in my sheets, cum still drying on their thighs, marks on their necks. Evidence of the night.

I set the photo as my lock screen, settling into the warmth of their bodies.

As I drifted off, Ahyeon stirred, pressing a sleepy kiss to my collarbone. "Love you, oppa."

"Love being your whore," Asa added, half-asleep.

I smiled, pulling them tighter. "And you're the best sluts I've ever had."

The night ended not with a bang, but with soft breaths, tangled limbs, and the quiet certainty that this was only the beginning. Tomorrow, there would be more stores, more parks, more public places to claim them. But for now, I held them close, my collection complete, my desire sated.

The city hummed outside, and inside, three bodies slept, bound by more than just cum and bruises—bound by the filthy, beautiful truth of possession.

[elryuse]

Family Matters

Sana, Mina, Anna & Asa X Male Reader

Tags : Incest, Fivesome, Impregnation, Kinky, Cheating, Forced Sex, Kissing, Obsessed, Possesive, Creampie, Breeding, Creampie, Dirty Words, Reverse Rape

Words : 5,898 Words

A Commision For My Friend @KariNeko From Ko-Fi. I Hope You All Liked It. More Fics to Come.

Your head was pounding. A dull, persistent throb that seemed to pulse in time with your heartbeat, concentrated right behind your eyes. You groaned, rolling over in your bed, the sheets feeling strangely heavy and damp in places. A vague, sticky warmth clung to your inner thighs, and your lower back ached with a deep, muscular soreness, like you’d done a hundred squats in your sleep.

Again.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, squinting against the late morning light filtering through your blinds. The clock on your nightstand read 11:47 AM. You’d slept through your alarm. Again. Your mouth was cottony, your tongue thick. The familiar, chalky aftertaste of the nighttime tea your mother insisted you drink lingered on your palate.

“Ugh,” you mumbled, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. A sharp twinge shot through your hip. “What the hell?”

You stood up, stretching, and your body protested with a symphony of minor aches. Your shoulders were tight, your quadriceps felt tender, and there was a distinct, almost bruised sensation around your… you glanced down. Yeah. Your groin felt oddly sensitive, your cock soft and heavy against your thigh. You shook your head, dismissing it. You must have slept in a weird position. Or maybe you were coming down with something.

A hot shower helped, but not enough. The water pounded the soreness from your muscles but did nothing for the fog in your brain. As you toweled off, you caught your reflection in the steamy mirror. You looked… worn out. Dark circles under your eyes, a slight pallor to your skin. You ran a hand through your damp hair. I really need to start going to bed earlier, you thought, the rationalization as automatic as breathing.

You pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and padded out into the hallway of the spacious, sunlit house. The smell of bacon and coffee hit you immediately, a comforting, normal Saturday morning aroma. Normal. That was the word for your family. Perfectly, wonderfully normal.

“Look who finally decided to join the land of the living!” your sister Anna chirped from the kitchen island. She was perched on a stool, a textbook open in front of her, a plate of toast crumbs beside it. At twenty-two, just a year older than you, she had the same bright eyes and easy smile, her blonde hair piled in a messy bun. She looked fresh and energized, the polar opposite of how you felt.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, making a beeline for the coffee pot. “I was tired.”

“You’re always tired lately,” your other sister, Asa, observed without looking up from her phone. At nineteen, she was the baby of the family, with a sharper, more observant gaze that often missed nothing. Her dark hair was sleek and straight, falling over her shoulders. “Sleeping like the dead. We could have a parade in here and you wouldn’t stir.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you said, pouring a generous mug of black coffee. The first bitter sip was ambrosia.

“It’s just unusual,” Asa said, her thumbs flying across her screen. “You used to be a light sleeper.”

“People change,” you shrugged, leaning against the counter. The movement pulled at your lower back, and you subtly tried to stretch it out.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Your mother, Sana, floated into the kitchen, her presence immediately calming the space. She was beautiful in an effortless way, her smile warm, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She placed a gentle hand on your arm as she passed to refill her own mug. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a rock,” you said, and it wasn’t a lie. You never remembered your dreams, just a deep, black nothingness from the moment your head hit the pillow until you woke up feeling run over. “But I’m sore all over. Weird.”

Sana’s hand paused on the coffee carafe for a fraction of a second before continuing to pour. “Probably just stress, honey. You’ve been working so hard at your job. Your body holds tension.” She turned, handing you a bottle of vitamins from the counter. “Here, take one of these. They’ll help with the fatigue.”

You took the pill without question, washing it down with your coffee. She was always looking out for you.

“Where’s Aunt Mina?” you asked, looking around. Your mother’s younger sister lived with you, a permanent, cheerful fixture in the house.

“She had a late night,” Anna said, a sly, knowing tone in her voice. “Probably sleeping it off.”

Asa snorted. “More like plotting her next… adventure.”

Before you could ask what that meant, the woman in question breezed into the kitchen. Mina was a whirlwind of energy, even supposedly hungover. Her hair was a vibrant chestnut, her eyes a sparkling hazel, and she wore a silk robe that she hadn’t bothered to tie tightly. It gaped open slightly as she moved, revealing the lacy edge of a black camisole beneath. She went straight for the coffee, her hip bumping yours playfully as she reached for a mug.

“Ow, my hero is awake!” she declared, her voice a little raspy. She leaned into you, her warmth and the scent of her perfume—something floral and expensive—washing over you. “We missed you at breakfast, sleepyhead.”

“I was dead to the world,” you said, taking a step back to give her space. Her proximity felt… close. Closer than usual.

“We know,” she said, and her eyes, bright and intent, scanned your face. “You looked so peaceful. Out cold.” She reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, her fingers lingering for a moment on your temple. Her touch was cool. “You even talk a little in your sleep, did you know that?”

You blinked. “I do? What do I say?”

Mina’s smile widened, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Oh, just mumbles. Nonsense. It’s cute.” She turned to her sister. “Sana, the tea worked like a charm again. He didn’t stir once.”

“Good,” your mother said, her voice soft. “He needs his rest.”

Something about the exchange felt off, but you couldn’t pinpoint it. It was just your family talking about your sleep habits. Normal family stuff.

“So,” Anna closed her textbook with a snap. “Big plans for the day, brother dear? Or are you going to go lift weights or something to work out that mysterious soreness?” There was a glint in her eye.

“I was thinking of just crashing on the couch, actually,” you said. “My back is killing me.”

“I could give you a massage,” Asa offered, still not looking up from her phone. “You’re all knotted up. I can tell just from how you’re standing.”

The offer was unusual. Asa wasn’t exactly the touchy-feely type.

“Uh, that’s okay,” you said. “I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t be silly,” your mother interjected, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Asa is very good at it. She’s been learning. Let her help you. Go lie down on the living room couch.”

It was easier to comply than to argue. You took your coffee and trudged into the sun-drenched living room, collapsing face-down on the large, plush sectional. You heard the soft pad of bare feet a moment later. Asa sat on the edge of the couch beside your hip, setting down a small bottle of massage oil.

“Take your shirt off,” she said, her voice matter-of-fact.

You hesitated for only a second before pulling your t-shirt over your head and settling back down, resting your head on your folded arms. The cushion smelled like home—clean fabric and a hint of your mother’s perfume.

Cold oil hit your skin, making you flinch. Asa’s hands, surprisingly strong, began to work it into your shoulders.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” she murmured, her thumbs digging into a knot near your spine. “Right here. It’s like a rock.”

“Ow, easy,” you grunted.

“Relax,” she commanded, her voice low. “You have to relax for it to work.” Her hands moved lower, smoothing oil over your lower back. Her fingers traced the line of your spine, then fanned out over the muscles of your lower back, kneading deeply. It hurt, but in that good, releasing way. You let out a long breath.

“See?” she said. You could hear the smirk in her voice. “You’re so tense. What do you dream about that makes you clench up like this?”

“I don’t dream,” you mumbled into the cushion. “I don’t remember anything.”

“Lucky you,” she said. Her hands drifted even lower, the heels of her palms pressing into the top of your buttocks, right where they met your lower back. The soreness there was profound, and you groaned as she worked it. “This spot is really bad. You must have been… thrashing around.”

“I guess.”

Her touch became slower, more deliberate. The slick, warm glide of her hands over your skin was lulling. You felt your body start to truly unwind for the first time all morning. The fog in your head began to clear, replaced by a pleasant, heavy warmth.

“You have a good body,” Asa said quietly, almost to herself. Her fingers traced the dimples at the base of your spine. “Strong. It’s nice to… work on.”

You were too relaxed to parse the oddness of the comment. “Thanks.”

You heard someone else enter the room. Light footsteps. Anna.

“Making him purr, I see,” Anna said, her voice cheerful. You heard her sit on the floor near your head.

“Just fixing what he broke sleeping,” Asa replied, her hands not stopping.

“He looks comfortable,” Anna said. You felt a hand, different from Asa’s—lighter, with softer fingertips—stroke through your hair. Anna’s hand. “Poor thing works so hard. He deserves to be pampered.”

“Mmhmm,” Asa agreed.

The combination was hypnotic. Asa’s firm, therapeutic pressure on your sore muscles, and Anna’s gentle, rhythmic petting of your hair. You felt yourself drifting, the edges of your consciousness blurring. The aches were fading, replaced by a deep, boneless comfort.

“He’s going under again,” Anna whispered, her voice full of amusement.

“The oil has lavender in it,” Asa said. “It’s very relaxing.”

“Everything we give him is relaxing,” Anna giggled softly.

You wanted to ask what she meant, but forming words felt like too much effort. Your limbs were leaden. The last thing you were aware of was Asa’s hand, now just resting warmly on the small of your back, and Anna’s fingers scratching lightly at your scalp. Then, the deep, welcoming blackness pulled you under.

*

You came to slowly, disoriented. The light in the room had changed. It was late afternoon now, the sun casting long, golden shadows. You were still on the couch, on your stomach, but a soft blanket had been draped over you, covering you from the waist down. Your upper back was exposed. And someone was touching you.

Not massaging. Just… touching.

A single, cool fingertip was tracing idle patterns over the skin of your shoulder blade, down the line of your arm. It was a slow, possessive caress. You kept your eyes closed, feigning sleep, a strange prickle of awareness traveling up your spine. The touch felt… intimate. More intimate than a sister’s touch should.

“Look at him,” a voice murmured. It was Mina. Her voice was closer than you expected, right beside the couch. “So perfect when he’s like this. So… available.”

“Shhh,” another voice hushed. Your mother. “He might hear you.”

“He won’t,” Mina said, confidence dripping from every syllable. “The oil potentiates the tea’s metabolites. He’s in a twilight state. Aware enough to react, not enough to remember.” Her finger trailed down your side, over the ridge of your hip, tracing the line where the blanket covered you. “See? His breathing changed. He feels it. His body knows.”

Your heart was hammering against your ribs, but you forced your breathing to stay slow and even. React? To what? A cold knot of confusion tightened in your gut.

“We shouldn’t,” your mother said, but her voice lacked conviction. It was filled with a weird, breathy anticipation.

“We already have,” Mina countered. Her hand flattened against your lower back, her palm hot through the thin film of oil. “Every night this week. His body is getting used to us. Craving it. Look how he’s already getting hard.”

You almost jerked in surprise. You were. You could feel the swell of your cock against the cushion, a traitorous response to the eerie, sensual tension in the room. You were paralyzed, caught between the instinct to leap up and the terrified curiosity to hear more.

“He’s so responsive,” Anna’s voice chimed in from somewhere near your feet. “Even like this. Last night, when I was riding him, he started thrusting up in his sleep before he even came. His instincts are so good.”

Riding him. The words slammed into you with the force of a physical blow. Ice water flooded your veins. No. They were joking. They had to be talking about something else. A dream. A story. Not… not you.

“He fills you up so perfectly, doesn’t he, Anna?” Mina’s voice was a purr. Her hand slid under the edge of the blanket, her fingers brushing the top of your buttock. “Such a thick, beautiful cock. Wasted on sleep. But so fun to take. To claim.”

“Mina, stop,” your mother said, but it was a whisper.

“Why? He belongs to us. We’re just taking care of him. Making sure he’s… satisfied. Making sure we’re satisfied.” Mina’s voice lowered, becoming a viscous, honeyed threat. “You love it, Sana. Don’t pretend you don’t. I hear you. When it’s your turn. When you sink down on him and he’s all the way inside, stretching that sweet, married pussy of yours. You whisper how much you love your son’s cock.”

A sharp, stifled gasp. From your mother.

The world tilted. The comfortable, sunlit living room morphed into a gilded cage. The familiar scents of home now smelled cloying, sinister. The soreness in your muscles, the sensitive ache in your groin this morning… it wasn’t from sleep. It was from use. The chalky tea. The deep, dreamless sleep. The lingering touches, the loaded looks. It wasn’t care. It was curation.

You felt a new touch. Lips, soft and warm, pressing a kiss to the center of your back, right between your shoulder blades. It was brief, but searing.

“Mine,” Mina breathed against your skin, her voice trembling with a fervor that made your stomach clench. “All of you. Your sleep. Your dreams. Your cum. It’s all ours. We’re going to breed you so full, my beautiful boy. You’ll never need anyone else.”

You couldn’t pretend anymore. A tremor you couldn’t control ran through you.

The touches froze.

“He’s awake,” Asa said flatly from the doorway. You hadn’t even heard her come in.

The hand under your blanket withdrew. The oppressive, sensual atmosphere snapped, replaced by a sudden, brittle stillness.

You pushed yourself up slowly, turning to sit on the edge of the couch, pulling the blanket around your waist. You looked at them. Your mother, Sana, stood by the fireplace, her face pale, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Her eyes were wide, guilty, but beneath the guilt swam a dark, desperate hunger. Anna was kneeling on the floor by the coffee table, her textbook forgotten, her expression a mix of shock and a strange, defiant excitement. Asa leaned in the doorway, her arms crossed, her face an unreadable mask of cool assessment.

And Mina. She stood right beside you, her silk robe now properly tied, but her cheeks were flushed, her hazel eyes blazing with an intensity that stole your breath. There was no apology there. Only possession, raw and unchecked.

No one spoke. The silence was a physical thing, thick and choking.

You stared at them, your family, and the foundation of your entire world cracked open, revealing a terrifying, bottomless darkness beneath.

The silence stretched, thin and sharp as a razor. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure, unadulterated terror. You stared at them—your mother, your aunt, your sisters—and the women you thought you knew melted away, leaving behind these strangers with hungry eyes and terrifying smiles.

Mina was the first to move. She didn’t step back. She leaned in closer, her hazel eyes capturing yours, holding you paralyzed. “You heard,” she said. It wasn’t a question. Her voice was low, a velvet wrap around a steel core. “Good.”

“What…” Your voice cracked, a dry, broken thing. “What did you… what are you talking about?”

Anna scrambled up from the floor, her textbook forgotten. She didn’t look guilty. She looked exhilarated, her cheeks flushed, her bright eyes sparkling. “Oh, come on, brother. You know. You felt it. Every morning. That delicious ache. That wonderful, full feeling between your legs when you wake up.” She bit her lower lip, a gesture that was once cute and now seemed obscene. “That’s us.”

“Stop it,” you breathed, clutching the blanket tighter. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s not a joke, sweetheart,” your mother, Sana, whispered. She took a hesitant step forward, her hands still clenched. The conflict on her face was a war—maternal instinct drowning in a swamp of dark need. “We… we love you. So much. We just… we need more.”

“You drugged me.” The words tasted like ash. “The tea. The oil.”

“To help you relax,” Asa said from the doorway, her tone analytical, as if discussing a science experiment. “To help you accept what your body already wants. You’re always so hard for us, even in deep sleep. Your cock gets so thick, so ready. It’s begging to be used.”

A hot wave of shame and revulsion washed over you, followed by a traitorous, unwelcome throb between your legs. Your body was betraying you, remembering sensations your mind had been shielded from.

Mina’s hand came up, her fingers tracing your jawline. You flinched, but she held your face firm. “Shhh. It’s okay. You don’t have to understand yet. You just have to feel. We’ve been so gentle, taking you in your sleep. Letting you get used to our cunts, our mouths, our asses. But now…” Her thumb brushed your lower lip. “Now you’re awake for it. And it’s going to be so much better.”

“No,” you said, finding a sliver of strength. You pushed her hand away and stood up, the blanket falling to the couch. You were shirtless, in just your sweatpants, feeling exposed and vulnerable. “This is insane. You’re my family!”

“And you’re ours,” Anna said, her voice losing its playful edge, turning hard. “Every inch of you. We’re not sharing.”

The word ‘sharing’ hung in the air. It meant nothing to you, but everything to them.

“We saw you texting her,” Asa stated, pulling her phone from her pocket. She tapped the screen and held it up. It was a photo, taken from across the street, of you and Jaehee walking hand-in-hand outside a coffee shop two days ago. Your blood ran cold. “Jaehee. Cute name.”

“You’ve been spying on me?”

“Protecting what’s ours,” Mina corrected. Her composure was starting to fray, a wild, jealous light entering her eyes. “You thought you could go out there and give your cock, your cum, your seed to some outsider? After we’ve been tasting it, savoring it, breeding on it for weeks?”

“Breeding?” The horror deepened, a chasm opening beneath your feet.

Sana moaned softly, a sound of pure want. “The way you fill us up… it’s magic, baby. The way your hot cum pulses so deep inside. I can feel it for hours after. I imagine it taking root…” Her hand fluttered to her lower belly.

You backed up, hitting the edge of the couch. “Stay away from me. All of you. I’m leaving.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Mina said, and it was a decree. She nodded to Asa.

In a swift, coordinated motion that spoke of prior planning, Asa and Anna moved. Anna grabbed your left arm, her grip surprisingly strong. Asa ducked in and snatched your right. You struggled, but you were disoriented, weakened by the residual drugs and the seismic shock. They maneuvered you, pushing you back down onto the couch, pinning your arms.

“Mom! Help me!” you shouted, looking desperately at Sana.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she shook her head, a sad, helpless smile on her lips. “I’m sorry, honey. But this is for the best. For all of us. You’ll see.” She reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a long, silken scarf.

“No! Don’t!” You bucked, but Anna was sitting on your legs now, her weight holding you down. Mina watched, arms crossed, a queen overseeing a coronation—or an execution.

Sana leaned over you, her familiar, comforting scent now a nightmare. “It’ll be okay,” she murmured, as she looped the scarf around your right wrist and tied it securely to the sturdy wooden arm of the heavy sectional couch. “We just need you to stay still. To listen. To accept.”

Asa produced another scarf, tying your left wrist just as fast. Within seconds, you were spread-eagled on your back, tied to the couch, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm of panic. Your chest heaved.

“Good,” Mina purred. She finally approached, standing over you, her robe falling open to reveal the black lace beneath. “Now we can really talk. Or rather… now we can really show you.”

“Please,” you begged, the word torn from your throat. “Don’t do this.”

“But you love it,” Anna cooed, running a hand up your shin. “Your cock is already leaking.” She was right. The head of your dick was peeking out from the waistband of your sweats, a bead of clear pre-cum glistening at the slit. The visceral, animal part of you was reacting to the dominance, the danger, the sheer forbidden electricity in the room.

“That’s not me! That’s the drugs! You’re raping me!” you cried out, the accusation loud in the quiet room.

Mina’s eyes flared with dark pleasure. “Yes,” she hissed. “We are. We’re raping you. We’re taking this perfect cock because it belongs to us. We’re going to milk it dry and fill our cunts with your rape-baby juice until you have nothing left for anyone else.” She knelt on the couch beside your hip, her hand sliding into your sweatpants. You jerked against the bonds as her cool fingers wrapped around your shaft. “Oh, fuck… he’s so hard. He’s so ready to be raped.”

She pulled your cock out, freeing it into the cool air. It stood thick and full, veins prominent, the head a dark, flushed red. A collective, hungry sigh went through the women.

“Look at it,” Asa whispered, her cool mask slipping to reveal sheer avarice. She moved to kneel near your head, staring down at your exposed dick. “It’s beautiful.”

Anna was there too, crowding around. “It’s ours.”

They didn’t just grab it. They worshipped it. Anna leaned down first, her blonde hair brushing your stomach. She didn’t take it in her mouth. She nuzzled the length of it with her cheek, her eyes closed in bliss. “Mmm, it’s so hot. It smells like you… and like us.” She turned her head and planted a soft, open-mouthed kiss on the shaft.

Asa, on the other side, mirrored her. She stroked you with one hand while she pressed her lips to the throbbing head, licking off the pre-cum with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue. “Salty. Perfect.”

Mina watched, her hand still on you, stroking slowly. “See how they love it? See how we love it? This isn’t rape, my love. This is reclamation.”

“Please, stop,” you sobbed, turning your head away. “I don’t want this. It’s wrong.”

“Your body wants it,” Anna murmured, now kissing her way down to your balls, taking one gently into her mouth through the fabric of your sweats. “Your dick is screaming for it. It’s practically begging us to fuck it.”

Asa finally took the head into her mouth. Not deep, just resting it on her tongue, her lips forming a perfect ‘O’ around you. Her dark eyes looked up at you, wide and adoring. She sucked gently, a soft, wet pull that sent a jolt of unwanted pleasure straight to your core. You groaned, hips twitching.

“He’s thrusting,” Anna giggled, releasing your ball. “He’s trying to fuck Asa’s face even while he’s crying.”

“Let me,” Mina said, her voice thick. She pushed Asa’s head aside gently but firmly. “I want him to watch me.”

Mina lowered her head, her chestnut hair falling like a curtain. She didn’t just suck you. She devoured you. Her mouth was hot and voracious, swallowing you down to the root in one smooth, deep glide. Your back arched off the couch, a strangled cry escaping you.

“Fuck!”

She pulled back, saliva stringing from her lips to your shining cock. “That’s it. Say it. Admit how good it feels to have your aunt’s throat wrapped around your incest cock.”

“No… god, no…”

She dove down again, her head bobbing fast and ruthless. Her tongue lashed the sensitive underside, her lips created a tight, wet seal. The suction was incredible. You could feel the back of her throat, tight and convulsing. You were panting, tears of humiliation and building ecstasy in your eyes. Her free hand fondled your balls, rolling them, squeezing just enough to make you see stars.

“She’s so good at it, isn’t she?” Sana’s voice was right by your ear. You hadn’t seen her move. She was perched on the arm of the couch, watching Mina suck you with a rapt, glazed expression. One of her hands came to rest on your chest, feeling your frantic heartbeat. “She always was the greediest. She wants to take everything you have.”

Mina pulled off with a wet, lewd pop. “My turn,” Anna whined.

“No,” Mina said, breathless. She wiped her mouth. “He’s close. I want him to come inside me. I want to feel his first awake rape-cum flood my pussy.” She stood up on shaky legs and untied her robe, letting it fall. The black lace camisole followed. She was naked underneath, her body lush and beautiful and utterly terrifying. She wasn’t asking.

She climbed onto the couch, straddling your hips. Her cunt was already glistening, her pink lips swollen and puffy, coated in her own slick juices. The smell of her arousal—musky, sweet, female—filled your nostrils. She reached down, guiding your cock with one hand, positioning the fat head at her entrance.

“Look at me,” she commanded, her eyes locking onto yours.

You couldn’t look away.

“You’re raping me,” she moaned, as she began to sink down. “You’re forcing your big, hard dick into your aunt’s tight, forbidden cunt. I don’t want it… but you’re making me take it.”

The sensation was catastrophic. Heat. Wet, velvety tightness. An enveloping pressure that stole your breath. She was so fucking wet, but so fucking tight, her inner muscles gripping you like a vise as she impaled herself slowly, taking every inch.

“Oh, god, Mina…” you gasped, your protest dying in your throat.

“Yes,” she hissed, her eyes rolling back as she finally settled, her ass resting on your thighs, your cock fully buried inside her. She was so deep you could feel her cervix nudging your tip. “Fuck… fuck… you’re so deep. You’re splitting me open.” She began to move, a slow, grinding rock of her hips. “You feel that? That’s my nephew’s cock raping my womb. You like that? You like raping your aunt’s fertile pussy?”

You were babbling, words without meaning. “Stop… it’s too much… I can’t…”

“You can,” she growled, her movements becoming sharper, harder. Her tits bounced with each downward slam. “You will. You’re going to come inside me. You’re going to pump your incest seed right into my hungry, ovulating cunt. You’re going to breed me, you fucking rapist.”

Her words were a dark, twisted script, and your body was the willing actor. Each filthy accusation, each declaration of violation, sent another bolt of white-hot arousal straight to your cock. You were losing. You were fucking dissolving. The pleasure was a tsunami, built from weeks of subconscious conditioning and the overwhelming, taboo reality of it.

Anna and Asa were touching themselves, their hands in their panties, eyes glued to where your bodies joined. Sana was crying softly, her hand stroking your hair. “My good boy… giving your aunt what she needs…”

Mina’s pace became punishing. She rode you like a woman possessed, her hips slapping against yours, the wet, rhythmic sound of penetration filling the room. Her inner walls were milking you, spasming around your shaft. She leaned forward, her teeth finding the muscle of your pectoral. She bit down, hard.

You screamed, pain and pleasure exploding in a supernova.

“Mine!” she snarled against your skin, the bite a brand. “This cock is mine! This cum is mine! Say it!”

You were breaking. The dam shattered. “Yours!” you roared, the confession torn from the deepest, most corrupted part of your soul. “It’s yours! Fuck! I’m yours!”

That was all she needed. With a guttural cry, Mina slammed down one last time, grinding her clit against your pelvis. Her cunt clenched around you in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses, drenching your cock in a flood of her hot come. The sensation of her orgasming around you was the final trigger.

Your vision whited out. With a raw, ragged shout, you erupted. It wasn’t a release; it was an expulsion, a surrender. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot deep into her clutching channel, pulse after pulse after pulse, filling her, claiming her in the most primitive way possible. You felt every spurt, the intense, almost painful pleasure of ejaculation magnified a thousand times by the context—the bondage, the biting, the filthy talk, the watching eyes of your mother and sisters.

For long moments, there was only the sound of heavy breathing and the wet, sticky evidence of your mutual violation. Mina collapsed forward onto your chest, her sweaty body pressed against yours, your cock still twitching inside her, still plugged deep, keeping your seed inside.

She turned her head, her lips against your ear. “That,” she panted, “was your first lesson. You belong to us. Your cum belongs to us. Your life belongs to us.”

You couldn’t speak. You were empty. Hollowed out.

Gently, almost tenderly, she lifted herself off you. Your softened cock slipped out with a wet, messy sound, followed by a trickle of your combined fluids onto your stomach. She didn’t clean it up. She left it there, a mark.

“He needs to rest,” Sana said, her voice trembling. “The… the excitement. The drugs.”

“Untie him,” Mina ordered Asa. “Take him to his room. Tie him to the bed. Properly this time. We don’t want him wandering.”

“No…” you whimpered, but it was useless. The fight was gone.

Asa and Anna untied your wrists. They pulled you to your feet. Your legs were rubber. They half-carried you down the hall to your bedroom, your mother following, wringing her hands. Mina trailed behind, a satisfied predator.

They laid you on your own bed. Asa produced more scarves—strong, silken bonds. They tied your ankles to the footboard, spread wide. They tied your wrists to the headboard, above your head. You were spread out like a sacrifice on an altar.

“Comfy?” Anna asked, stroking your cheek. You flinched. She just smiled. “Don’t worry. We’ll be back soon. We’re just getting started. We have to make sure you really understand.”

They filed out, leaving the door open. You were alone, tied, covered in the smell of sex and Mina, your mind a scrambled wreck. You heard faint voices from the living room. Then, the front door opened and closed.

Silence.

For an hour, maybe two, you drifted in a haze of shock and exhaustion. Then, you heard the front door again. Muffled voices. A familiar, sweet voice, tinged with confusion.

“Hey, is he here? He wasn’t answering his texts…”

Jaehee.

Your eyes flew open. Panic, fresh and acute, seized you. “No!” you tried to shout, but it came out a croak. “Jaehee, run!”

Footsteps approached down the hall. They were light, hesitant.

Your girlfriend appeared in the doorway. Jaehee. Her pretty face, framed by dark hair, was a picture of cheerful curiosity that slowly morphed into confusion, then dawning horror as she took in the scene—you, naked, tied spread-eagle to your bed, covered in bite marks and drying cum.

“What… what the hell?” she breathed, taking a step into the room.

From behind her, figures filled the doorway. Sana, Mina, Anna, Asa. They surrounded her, cutting off her retreat.

“Jaehee, right?” Mina said, her voice sugary sweet. “So glad you could join us. We were just about to give our boy his second lesson.”

Jaehee spun, her eyes wide. “What is this? Untie him right now!”

“Oh, we can’t do that,” Anna said, moving to stand at the foot of the bed, grinning at you. “He’s being… disciplined.”

“Get away from me!” Jaehee tried to push past Sana, but your mother grabbed her arms with a strength that belied her gentle appearance.

“You need to watch,” Sana said, her voice eerily calm. “You need to see who he really belongs to. Then we’ll let you go.”

“Like hell!” Jaehee fought, but Asa grabbed her from the other side. Together, they forced her into a plush armchair in the corner of your room. Mina produced a roll of silk cord and in moments, they had Jaehee tied to the chair, her wrists bound to the arms, her ankles tied together.

“Stop! Please! I’ll call the police!” Jaehee screamed, tears of terror streaming down her face.

Mina backhanded her across the face. The crack was loud in the room. “You’ll watch. And you’ll be quiet. Or it will be worse for you.”

Jaehee sobbed, stunned into silence.

Mina turned back to you. Your cock, to your utter shame, was already stirring again, half-hard against your thigh, reacting to the violence, the dominance, the absolute loss of control.

“See?” Mina said, crawling onto the bed, straddling your legs. She was still naked, her cunt slick and used. “Even with her here, your body knows its masters.” She reached down, stroking you back to full, aching hardness. “This lesson is about endurance. And audience.”

She didn’t mount you this time. She turned around, presenting her ass to you, and lowered herself onto your cock backwards. The new angle was brutal, hitting places inside her that made her scream. She rode you reverse-cowgirl, giving Jaehee a perfect, obscene view of your cock plunging in and out of her stretched, glistening hole.

“Look at her, baby,” Mina moaned, slamming down on you. “Look at your little girlfriend watching her man rape his aunt’s ass. Tell her how much you love it.”

You turned your head, meeting Jaehee’s devastated eyes. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” you wept.

“He’s not sorry!” Mina yelled, bouncing harder. “He’s fucking thriving! His rape-cock is about to flood my ass with another load! Tell her, you incestuous little rapist! Tell her you’re going to come in my ass!”

You couldn’t speak. The building pressure was too much. You just stared at Jaehee’s broken face as your aunt’s tight, clutching ass milked you toward another humiliating, unwanted climax.

[kldax]

Wonyoung's Secret Fanservice

Tags: Doggy Style, Deepthroating, Bathroom Sex, Creampie, Public Sex, Handjob

The fanmeet venue is buzzing with energy. Hundreds of DIVEs packed into the medium-sized hall in Seoul for IVE's special "REVIVE+ intimate fan sign & talk" event. The lights are soft pink and white, IVE's signature colors, and the long table stretches across the stage with all six members seated in a slight curve: Gaeul → Yujin → Rei → Wonyoung → Liz → Leeseo.

You've been a devoted Dive since ELEVEN days, collected every album, attended every comeback showcase you could afford. Today you somehow won the ultra-rare high-touch fansign lottery—one-on-one time with each member for about 30-40 seconds each, but the real prize is the random draw seating right at the very front row… directly in front of Jang Wonyoung.

She's devastating today.

Long, glossy dark brown hair cascades past her shoulders, those wispy see-through bangs framing her doll-like face exactly like the photo you just saw trending everywhere. She's wearing a cropped white knit top with thin straps that show off her collarbones and a pleated pastel mini skirt that's riding dangerously high whenever she shifts in her chair to talk to fans. Her lips are glossy pink-coral, and every time she smiles that signature eye-smile + lip-bite combo, the girl section behind you loses it.

The line moves. You're now second in line for Wonyoung.

She just finished signing for the guy before you. As he leaves, she leans forward slightly, forearms resting on the table, making the already low neckline dip a dangerous centimeter more. Her eyes flick up—and lock directly onto yours.

A tiny, almost imperceptible smirk curls the corner of her mouth. Like she already knows exactly what kind of fan you are.

You sit down in the chair across from her. The tablecloth is long enough to reach almost to the floor on both sides.

Wonyoung (soft, breathy voice, barely above a whisper so the staff and neighboring members don't catch it): "Hi again… my favorite tall Dive. You've been coming to every fansign this comeback cycle, haven't you?"

She slides your album toward herself, pen in hand, but her left hand disappears under the tablecloth—casually, like she's just adjusting her skirt.

Your heart slams against your ribs.

She opens the album to the page you marked, writes something quickly, then tilts her head like she's reading your expression.

Wonyoung (even quieter, lips barely moving): "Be very… very still, okay? And don't make any sound. Can you do that for me?"

Before you can even nod, you feel it.

Warm, delicate fingers brushing the inside of your thigh, then slowly—agonizingly—sliding higher under the table. She's still smiling perfectly for the fancam that's sweeping the crowd, chatting sweetly about the new title track with the fan next to you who's getting their Polaroid taken.

Her fingertips reach the bulge already straining against your jeans. She presses the heel of her palm flat against it, rubbing in the slowest, most torturous circle.

Wonyoung (pretending to ask you a normal question while leaning in so her hair curtains both your faces slightly): "Do you like the styling today…? I did the bangs just a little shorter… wanted to see if you'd notice."

Her fingers deftly pop the button of your jeans open—one smooth motion she's clearly practiced before. The zipper comes down next, muffled by the screams and cheers around you.

She's not looking down. She's maintaining perfect eye contact, that innocent angelic expression never faltering while her hand slips inside your boxers and wraps around you.

Fuck. She's warm. Her grip is firm but gentle, thumb brushing over the tip to collect the bead of precum that's already there.

The staff calls "time's almost up" for the person beside you.

Wonyoung doesn't stop.

Instead she leans even closer, pretending to point at something she wrote in your album.

Wonyoung (whispering directly against your ear, hot breath making you shiver): "They're going to call time in ten seconds… but I want to feel you finish first. Can you be a good boy and come quietly for me? Right here… with everyone watching and not knowing?"

Her hand starts moving—slow, deliberate strokes under the tablecloth, twisting slightly at the head the way you always imagined she would if she ever… if this ever happened.

The crowd is loud. Music is playing. Yujin is laughing at something Rei said. No one notices.

But you feel every single movement. Her long nails lightly grazing the underside. Her wrist flicking faster now. She's biting her lower lip like she's holding back her own moan.

Wonyoung (barely audible, lips brushing your earlobe): "Come on… give it to me. I want to feel it pulse in my hand while I smile for the next fan."

Your thighs tense. Breathing turns ragged. You grip the edge of the table so hard your knuckles go white.

She speeds up—short, tight strokes focused right under the head.

The staff member says loudly: "Time's up! Thank you~ Next please!"

Wonyoung doesn't let go.

Instead she gives one final, hard squeeze-and-twist while looking straight into your eyes with that devastatingly sweet smile.

You lose it.

Hot spurts coat her palm under the table. She keeps stroking through it, milking every last drop, expression never changing—like she's just saying goodbye to any other fan.

When you're done shaking, she slowly withdraws her hand, brings it up above the table as if nothing happened, and casually wipes it on the inside hem of her skirt where no one can see.

She closes your album, slides it back to you, and writes one last thing on the sticky note inside:

"Next fansign… bring a jacket. I'll need something to clean my mouth with. ♡ — WY"

Then she winks—tiny, secret, only for you—and calls sweetly:

"Next Dive, hi~!"

You stand on shaky legs, jeans somehow zipped back up without you even realizing she did it.

The crowd roars as the next person sits down.

You stumble back to your seat in the front row, heart still hammering.

Wonyoung glances at you one more time from across the table, licks her glossy lips once, and mouths two silent words

"Your turn next time."

The rest of the fansign continues without you fully there. Your legs feel like jelly as you stand up from the front row. Every step toward the exit aisle feels like it's being filmed in slow motion—Wonyoung is still at the table, head tilted sweetly while she signs for the next fan, but you swear her eyes flick toward you for half a second. That same tiny smirk. Like she knows exactly why you're leaving.

You push through the side door into the hallway leading to the restrooms. The noise of the event dulls to a muffled roar behind the heavy door. Fluorescent lights. Cold tile. The faint smell of hand sanitizer and industrial cleaner.

You lock yourself in the farthest stall, back against the door, breathing hard.

Your jeans still feel damp where she wiped her hand. Your pulse is hammering in your ears, in your throat, lower. The sticky note is burning a hole in your pocket.

You pull it out again.

"Next fansign… bring a jacket. I'll need something to clean my mouth with. ♡ — WY"

The little heart is drawn perfectly symmetrical, the way idols do when they know fans will screenshot and analyze it forever. Except this isn't for forever. This is for you.

Your mind replays it in fragments:

The way her fingers felt impossibly soft yet confident

How she never once looked down, never broke character for the cameras

The heat of her breath when she whispered against your ear

That final twist of her wrist that made your knees almost buckle

The casual way she cleaned her palm on the inside of her skirt like it was nothing

You lean your head back against the stall door and close your eyes.

Part of you wants to go back out there. Sit in your seat. Watch her for the next hour. See if she glances over again. See if she licks her lips when no one's looking.

But another part—the bigger part right now—is terrified. What if someone noticed? What if a fancam caught the way your face changed right at the end? What if staff reviews footage later?

And the worst part: what if she actually meant it about "next time"?

You splash cold water on your face at the sink. Look at yourself in the mirror. You look wrecked. Pupils blown, cheeks flushed, lips parted like you just ran a sprint.

Phone buzzes.

A notification from the official IVE fancafe app (you have push alerts on for everything).

→ IVE Official posted: "Everyone who came to today's REVIVE+ fan sign ♡ Thank you for the unforgettable energy! We felt all your love~ Especially our tall Dive in the front row today… you looked a little… breathless? Take care and stay healthy 💕 #IVE #DIVE"

Attached is a group selca. Wonyoung is in the center, peace sign, head tilted. But her eyes are looking straight at the camera—like she's looking through it. Straight at you.

Your stomach flips.

You could go back in. Or you could leave now, go home, try to pretend this was a fever dream.

But deep down you already know you're not done.

You dry your face. Straighten your shirt. Check that your jeans are fully zipped and nothing looks suspicious.

The event wraps up around 9:40 PM. The MC thanks everyone one last time, the members wave and blow kisses for the final group photo, then disappear backstage to the usual chorus of screams and “Wonyoung-ah saranghae!” chants.

You don’t go back to your seat. Instead you slip out a side exit right after the lights come up, blending into the stream of fans heading toward the main lobby before veering left down a dimly lit service corridor most people don’t notice. You’ve done enough fan events to know the rough layout: artist vans usually park in the underground loading area behind the building, accessible via a narrow alley guarded by one or two staff and occasional security.

Outside it’s February-cold—sharp wind cutting through your jacket. You pull your hood up, find a spot half-hidden behind a concrete pillar about 20 meters from the black metal gate that leads to the loading dock. From here you can see the exit door fans are occasionally peeking at, hoping for a wave-through-glass moment.

Time drags. 10:05. 10:20. A few cars leave—staff, maybe backup dancers. Then nothing.

Around 10:35 the big sliding gate rattles open just enough for two black vans with tinted windows to pull out slowly. The first one rolls past without stopping. The second slows… then stops completely right in front of where you’re standing.

The rear passenger window cracks down about 10 cm.

You freeze.

Inside, back seat, low light: Wonyoung.

She’s changed—oversized black hoodie, hood up, face mask pulled under her chin, hair tucked into a loose ponytail. No makeup left except a faint gloss on her lips. She looks softer, smaller, almost normal… except for those eyes. Still sharp. Still locked on you.

She doesn’t speak at first. Just reaches out with two fingers and slips a small folded piece of paper through the narrow gap in the window. Her nails—still the pale pink from the fansign—brush your knuckles for half a second.

Then the window goes back up.

The van pulls away smoothly, taillights disappearing around the corner.

You unfold the note with shaking hands. It’s torn from the back of a schedule book or something—IVE logo watermark in the corner.

Handwritten in neat, loopy Hangul with a black gel pen:

오빠 오늘 진짜 잘 참았어 근데 다음엔… 나 입으로 해줄게 재킷 꼭 가져와 입 닦을 때 써야 하니까 ㅋㅋ 장소는 다음 팬싸 끝나고 여기로 와 기다릴게 ♡ — 원영이

(Translation in your head as you read it twice to make sure:)

Oppa you held it together so well today But next time… I’ll do it with my mouth Bring a jacket for sure I’ll need something to wipe my lips with lol After the next fansign, come to this place I’ll wait ♡ — Wonyeong-ie

Underneath the message is a tiny hand-drawn heart… and what looks like GPS coordinates scribbled in even smaller writing. You pull out your phone—coordinates point to a small, private café in Gangnam that’s known among some fan circles as a semi-safe “idol rest spot” after events. Open late, discreet back entrance, almost never paparazzi.

Your phone buzzes again. Same fancafe push notification system as before, but this time it’s not the official account.

It’s from an anonymous handle you’ve never seen post before: @wyprivate0613

One post. No profile pic. Just uploaded thirty seconds ago.

A mirror selfie: Wonyoung in the back of the van, hoodie up, mask down, tongue peeking out to lick her lower lip slowly. Caption:

“오늘 맛있었어… 다음엔 더 많이 먹고 싶어 🫦”

(Today was delicious… next time I want to eat a lot more 🫦)

The post is already getting likes from a handful of burner accounts before it vanishes—deleted within a minute. Classic ghost drop.

You stand there in the cold alley, heart slamming again, note clutched in your fist.

The next fansign is in ten days—IVE’s “春風春雨” mini fan event in a smaller venue in Apgujeong.

The alley feels colder the second the van disappears. You shove the folded note deep into your inner jacket pocket—like it’s evidence in a crime you’re both committing—and walk quickly back toward the main street. No looking back. No lingering. Heart still racing, but now mixed with something sharper: anticipation that’s already turning into obsession.

You take the subway home (line 2 to your small one-room in Sillim). The carriage is half-empty at this hour. You sit in the corner seat, hood up, replaying every second of the night on loop behind your closed eyes.

Her fingers. Her whisper. The way she cleaned her hand so casually. The ghost post that vanished like smoke. The promise: “next time… I’ll do it with my mouth.”

By the time you unlock your door it’s past 11:30 PM. February 25, 2026. Ten days until the Apgujeong mini fan event—“春風春雨” (Spring Breeze, Spring Rain) themed fansign. Smaller venue (only ~150–200 winners), supposedly more “intimate” according to the fancafe announcement. Which means closer tables. Less distance. Easier cover under long tablecloths.

You don’t sleep much.

Instead you:

Screenshot the deleted @wyprivate0613 post from your notification history (thank god for that 5-second buffer some apps keep).

Save the GPS pin for the Gangnam café (called “Moonlit Corner”—discreet, known for back booths and no-questions-asked service after midnight).

Check every IVE-related community: Pann, TheQoo, DC Inside, Twitter/X searches for fancams from today. Nothing obvious catches the under-table moment. Your face looks wrecked in a few wide shots, but no smoking gun. Yet.

Re-read her note twenty times. Translate it again just to feel the words sink in deeper. “오빠 오늘 진짜 잘 참았어” — you held it together so well today “근데 다음엔… 나 입으로 해줄게” — but next time… I’ll do it with my mouth “재킷 꼭 가져와 입 닦을 때 써야 하니까 ㅋㅋ” — bring a jacket for sure, I’ll need it to wipe my lips lol

The “lol” at the end is what breaks you. Casual. Playful. Like this is just another cute fan service… except it very much isn’t.

You spend the next few days in planning mode like you’re preparing for a military operation:

Buy a new, longer, darker jacket (black parka with deep inner pockets—something she can easily grab and use without it looking weird).

Renew your IVE fancafe membership to premium just in case it boosts draw chances (it doesn’t, but it makes you feel proactive).

Rehearse in your head: how to stay calm, how to breathe quietly, how not to moan when her lips close around you under the table in front of 200 people.

Edge yourself every night thinking about it—never finishing. Saving it. For her.

Check the date again and again. March 7, 2026. Saturday. 2 PM start.

The days crawl.

March 6 arrives. You win the draw (miraculously—second time in a row; some DIVEs are already side-eyeing your username in the winner list threads). Seat assignment: row 1, position 4. Dead center in front of Wonyoung again.

You pack the jacket. Fold her note into the inner pocket like a talisman. Charge your phone to 100%. Set multiple alarms.

Morning of March 7. You’re there three hours early. Queue is already snaking around the block. Fans in light spring coats, waving lightsticks. You keep your hood up, mask on, eyes down. Invisible.

Inside the venue: smaller stage than last time. Table even lower. Tablecloth drapes almost to the floor—perfect.

Wonyoung is dressed for spring: soft cream off-shoulder mini dress with puffed sleeves, hair in loose waves with tiny crystal clips. Glossy lips again—deeper rose this time. She looks like a porcelain doll someone forgot to keep innocent.

When your turn comes, she doesn’t even pretend surprise.

Wonyoung (voice honey-sweet for the mic, but eyes screaming something else): “Oppa… you brought it, right?”

You nod once—tiny, barely perceptible.

She signs your album slowly. Left hand disappears under the table again.

This time she doesn’t tease with fingers.

She leans forward like she’s reading what she just wrote, hair falling to curtain the side of your face from the nearest fancam.

Then—quietly, deliberately—she slides off her chair just enough to duck under the tablecloth in one fluid motion. The fabric barely ripples. To everyone else it looks like she dropped her pen or adjusted her shoe.

To you: sudden wet heat.

Her lips wrap around the head first—soft, plush, tongue flicking once to taste. Then she sinks deeper. No hesitation. No gagging. Just smooth, practiced glide until her nose brushes your pelvis.

You grip the table edge so hard the wood creaks.

She’s not rushing. Slow, deep bobs—cheeks hollowing each time she pulls back. Tongue flat against the underside on every upstroke. One hand braced on your thigh for balance, nails digging in just enough to keep you grounded.

The staff calls thirty seconds.

She speeds up—short, tight sucks focused on the head, hand twisting at the base in perfect sync.

You feel the coil tighten impossibly fast.

Wonyoung pulls off for half a second—just long enough to whisper so low only you hear it through the fabric:

“Jacket… now.”

You fumble it off your lap, bunch it in your hands under the table like you’re holding it for her.

She dives back down. Takes you to the hilt. Swallows around you once, twice—

You come hard. Silent. Vision whiting out. Pulse after pulse straight down her throat.

She doesn’t spill a drop.

When the staff finally says “Time’s up~”, she’s already back in her seat—flawless posture, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand like she just ate something sweet.

Your jacket is in her lap now. She dabs her lips with the sleeve—casual, hidden—then folds it neatly and slides it back across the table to you under the album.

On the last page she wrote:

“맛있었어 ♡ 다음엔 더 오래 해줄게 밤에 카페로 와 기다리고 있을게 — 원영이”

(Tasted so good ♡ Next time I’ll take longer Come to the café tonight I’ll be waiting — Wonyeong-ie)

She looks up at you with those big doe eyes and mouths one silent word before the next fan sits:

“Midnight.”

You leave the venue on autopilot. Jacket smells faintly of her lip gloss and something warmer.

The café coordinates are already saved.

The subway ride home from Apgujeong feels eternal—every stop a reminder of what just happened under that table. Your jacket is folded tightly in your bag now, the sleeve still faintly damp where she wiped her lips. No one around you suspects a thing; you're just another tired fan in IVE merch, staring at your phone screen like it's got answers.

Back in your Sillim one-room by 5 PM. You shower twice—scalding hot, then cold—to shake off the adrenaline fog. Scrub every inch like you're prepping for surgery. Change into something low-key: black jeans, plain gray hoodie, sneakers. Nothing flashy. You slip her first note (from the van) and the new one (from today) into your wallet—evidence you're not insane.

Dinner is a non-event: instant ramyeon you barely taste. You scroll IVE's fancafe instead—fans gushing about the fansign, uploading clips. In one wide-shot fancam, you spot yourself: frozen in the chair, knuckles white on the table, Wonyoung leaning in with that perfect smile. Comments call it "Wonyoung's ultimate fanservice moment ♡" No one knows. But you do.

11:30 PM. You leave early to account for traffic. Taxi to Gangnam—safer than subway at this hour. The driver chats about the weather turning warmer for spring; you nod absently, phone GPS locked on Moonlit Corner.

The café is tucked down a quiet side street off Garosu-gil: low brick exterior, frosted windows, a small neon sign that's more suggestion than advertisement. "Open 24/7" in cursive Hangul. You know from quick searches (done days ago) it's a known spot for idols—private booths, soundproofed back rooms, staff who sign NDAs like it's their job. No cameras inside. Cash only after midnight.

Exactly 12:00 AM. You push through the door. Soft jazz plays low. Dim lamps cast amber glows over empty tables. A lone barista (mid-30s, bored expression) glances up from behind the counter.

Barista (neutral, like he's seen this before): "Table for one? Or… waiting for someone?"

You mutter "Waiting," and he nods toward the back without another word. "Booth 7. Coffee's on the house."

Booth 7 is the last one—curtained off, deeper shadows. You slide in, heart slamming. The seat is plush leather, table low with a single candle flickering. Minutes tick by. 12:05. 12:10.

Then—soft footsteps. The curtain parts.

Wonyoung.

No idol armor this time. Oversized cream sweater that hangs off one shoulder, exposing a thin bra strap. Black leggings hugging her endless legs. Hair down, messy from the day, no makeup except smudged eyeliner that makes her look even more intoxicating. She's carrying a small black backpack, like she came straight from dorm or schedule.

She slips in across from you—no hello, just slides under the table in one graceful move before you can even speak. The curtain falls back into place.

Her hands are on your thighs immediately, spreading them apart. Zipper down. No teasing fingers this time—straight to her mouth. Warm, wet, enveloping you completely in one slow descent.

Fuck.

She's slower than at the fansign. Deliberate. Taking her time to explore—tongue swirling lazy patterns, lips sealing tight as she bobs deeper each time. No rush. No audience but you. Her hands brace on your hips, nails digging in rhythmically.

You grip the table edge, biting your lip to stay quiet. The jazz covers any soft sounds she makes—wet, obscene, but muffled.

She pulls back after a few minutes, just enough to look up at you from under the table. Eyes dark, lips shiny.

Wonyoung (whisper, voice husky from the effort): "Told you… longer this time. But don't come yet. I want to play first."

She dives back down—alternating deep throats with lighter licks, edging you mercilessly. One hand slips up your shirt to trace your abs; the other cups and squeezes gently below.

Time blurs. Five minutes? Ten? She's relentless, pausing only to catch her breath and murmur things like "You taste even better without the rush…" or "Hold it for me, oppa… just a little more."

When she finally senses you're at the edge—thighs shaking, breath ragged—she sinks all the way down, swallows around you, and hums low in her throat.

You come harder than before. She takes it all, throat working visibly, not pulling off until you're spent.

She emerges slowly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, then licking it clean like it's dessert. Slides back into the seat across from you, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.

Wonyoung (smirking, voice still breathy): "See? Longer is better. But… we're not done. My dorm's empty tonight—members at schedules. Come back with me? I have a few more ideas… and no table to hide under."

She reaches across, fingers tracing your wrist. Her backpack buzzes faintly—probably her phone—but she ignores it.

The barista hasn't looked your way once.

You hesitate for maybe three seconds—long enough for her to notice, for that knowing little smile to curl her lips again.

Wonyoung (leaning across the low table, voice dropping to a velvet whisper): "Come on, oppa… don't make me beg in a café. My dorm is twenty minutes away. But if you're too impatient…"

She trails off, eyes flicking toward the narrow hallway at the back of Moonlit Corner. A discreet sign: "Restroom → Private". Single stall. Lockable door. The kind of place idols probably use when they need five minutes away from the world.

She stands first—casual, like she's just going to powder her nose. Grabs her backpack, slings it over one shoulder, and walks without looking back. You follow a beat later, heart in your throat.

The hallway is short, dimly lit. She pushes the door open, slips inside, leaves it cracked just enough. You step in behind her. Click. Lock.

It's small—barely room for two people standing close. Mirror over the sink, soft yellow light, faint scent of lavender hand soap. No windows. Soundproof enough.

She doesn't waste time.

Turns her back to you, braces both hands on the sink edge, arches slightly. The oversized sweater rides up just enough to show the waistband of her black leggings stretched tight over her ass.

Wonyoung (glancing at you in the mirror, eyes half-lidded): "Here. Now. Doggy… like I've been thinking about since the fansign."

You step up behind her. Hands on her hips first—firm, testing. She pushes back into you immediately, grinding slow circles. A soft whimper escapes when she feels how hard you already are again.

Leggings tugged down just past mid-thigh—no panties underneath. Smooth skin, perfect curve. She's already wet—glistening under the light. Probably has been since the café booth.

You don't bother with more foreplay. Line up, push in slow at first—inch by inch—until you're buried to the hilt. She gasps, head dropping forward, long hair spilling over her shoulders.

Wonyoung (voice breaking on the first thrust): "Fuck… yes… harder."

You give it to her.

Deep, steady rhythm—hips snapping forward, pulling her back onto you each time. The mirror shows everything: her mouth open in silent moans, eyes rolling back a little, cheeks flushed pink. One of your hands slides up under the sweater, cups her breast—small, perfect, nipple hard against your palm. The other grips her hip tight enough to leave marks she'll have to cover tomorrow.

She meets every thrust—pushing back, circling her hips, clenching around you on the upstroke until you're both shaking.

The sink rattles faintly. Water drips from the faucet she forgot to turn off all the way.

Wonyoung (panting, trying to keep quiet but failing): "Inside… come inside… want to feel it… please—"

You don't last much longer. Not after everything tonight.

One final, hard thrust—deep as you can go—and you spill into her. Pulse after pulse. She shudders, thighs trembling, a broken little cry slipping out before she bites her lip to muffle it.

You stay buried for a long moment, both breathing ragged. She clenches once more around you—milking the last drops—then slowly straightens.

Pulls her leggings back up. Fixes her sweater. Turns to face you.

Hair messy. Lips swollen. Eyes bright, satisfied, a little glassy.

She reaches up, cups your face with both hands, pulls you down for one slow, deep kiss—tasting faintly of coffee and herself.

Wonyoung (whisper against your mouth): "That was the last one for tonight… but not forever. Next fansign… maybe under the table again. Or my place when the members are gone longer."

She slips a small folded paper into your pocket—another note, probably coordinates or a time.

Then she unlocks the door, steps out first like nothing happened.

You wait thirty seconds. Splash water on your face. Adjust yourself. Walk out calm as you can.

She's already gone—van probably waiting in the alley behind the café.

You step back into the night air. February 25, 2026 is over.

But you know the next chapter isn't far.

[flux1563]

How to Tame a Boss ft Asa

9k words

Male Reader x Asa

Asa is a strict and authoritarian leader who runs her company with absolute control. Her decisions are final, and she demands total discipline and efficiency from everyone under her command.

“You have two days,” Asa continues, still looking at you. “Not to fix your reasons. To fix the result.”

“And if it’s not possible?” you ask, finally.

Asa looks at you longer this time. Not sharply. Not angrily. Just with certainty.

“If it’s not possible,” she says quietly, “then you’re not the right person for the task.”

There’s no threat in her voice. Nothing personal. Just a cold, objective statement. The meeting goes on, but the atmosphere has shifted. Every decision Asa makes sounds like a gavel striking the table—one after another. There is no vote. No compromise. When she finally ends the meeting, no one stands up right away.

“Meeting adjourned,” Asa says.

People begin gathering their things carefully, as if afraid of disrupting the fragile balance in the room. You stand as well, preparing to leave, when Asa calls out.

“You.” You stop.

“If you choose to stay,” she says without turning around, “follow my principles.”

She finally looks at you. “If not, don’t waste my time.”

Asa picks up her documents and leaves the room. No one follows her. No one speaks. You remain standing among the empty chairs, realizing one thing with absolute clarity: Asa doesn’t hate you. She isn’t your enemy.

She simply makes no exceptions—not even for you.

You’re staying late at the office, the building unusually quiet at this hour. Most of the lights are already off, leaving only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the glow from your desk lamp. Across the hall, Asa’s office is still lit—her silhouette visible through the glass, posture as composed as it was during the day. It doesn’t surprise you that she’s still working. Somehow, it never does.

After hesitating for a moment, you stand up and walk toward her office. Your footsteps sound louder than they should in the empty corridor. You knock once before opening the door, stepping inside. Asa looks up from her documents, eyes sharp but calm, expression unreadable as ever. She sets her pen down and meets your gaze.

“What is it?”

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you turn and lock the door behind you with a quiet click, the sound too deliberate to ignore. Her eyes flick to the latch, then back to you—no reaction, no tension, just that same unnerving stillness.

"You think locking the door changes anything?" Asa asks, voice dry. She leans back in her chair, fingers lacing together over her desk. The overhead light casts sharp angles across her face, turning her composed expression into something almost predatory.

You step forward, the deliberate weight of each footfall pressing into the silence between you. "Right now," you say, voice low, "I'll show you who's the boss." The words hang there, charged—not a threat, not a plea, just a statement of inevitability. Asa doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch, but her fingers tighten fractionally around the edge of her desk. The shift is microscopic. You notice.

Her phone lies on the polished surface, screen still aglow with unfinished business. You snatch it without hesitation, grip biting into sleek metal before flinging it across the room. It strikes the wall with a crack, skitters to the floor in jagged fragments. Asa’s breath hitches—just once—and for the first time, you see her mask slip. Panic flashes through her eyes, quick as a blade’s reflection, before she schools her features back into neutrality. But her pulse betrays her, hammering visibly at her throat.

“What do you want,” Asa demands, voice stripped of inflection, yet her knuckles bleach white where they clutch the desk’s edge. You lean in, close enough to catch the faint tremor in her exhale, the citrus-sharp tang of her cologne undercut with something warmer, primal. This close, you can count the individual lashes casting shadows across her cheekbones—can see the precise moment she realizes she’s no longer dictating the terms.

You answer by gripping the hem of her blouse and rending it apart in one vicious motion. Buttons ricochet off the walls like gunfire. Asa jerks back instinctively, her gasp raw against the sudden exposure of skin, collarbones rising fast under the ghost of your breath. Her composure fractures further when you shove her forward, her palms slapping flat against polished mahogany, the impact shuddering through her frame. “Still think control belongs to you?” you growl against the fungi curve of her ear, relishing how her ribs Hierarchy beneath your palm.

Her bra snaps easily between your fingers, the sound obscenely loud in the office’s tomblike silence. Asa makes a noise then—not a protest, not a plea—but something guttural and involuntary, the kind of sound pried from someone who’s never had to vocalize surrender before. You press her down further, the desk’s edge biting into her thighs, her reflection warped and wild in its varnished surface. Her pupils swallow every trace of grey, lips parted around unspoken words.

The stockings shred like cobwebs under your nails, runs spiderwebbing up her legs as you hook your thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Silk gives way with a sigh, pooling at her ankles before you kick them aside. Her hips jerk when your palm slides up the inside of her thigh, skin pebbling under your touch. "Look at you," you murmur, dragging your teeth along her shoulder. "So perfect when you're unraveled."

Your belt comes free with a whisper of leather, the buckle clinking against itself as you loop it around her wrists. Asa hisses when you yank her arms behind her back, the movement arching her spine, pressing her chest flush against the desk. The leather bites into her skin, leaving angry red marks in its wake. She tests the restraint once—twice—before going still, her breath ragged against the polished wood.

“You’ll regret this,” she spits, but the tremor in her voice betrays her. You trail a fingertip down the knobs of her spine, slow and deliberate, feeling the suppressed shiver beneath your touch. “Is that an order, ma’am?” you murmur, lips brushing the shell of her ear. She grits her teeth, hips bucking when your palm lands sharp against her ass—once, twice—the sound echoing in the hollow silence of the office.

Her gasp dissolves into a moan when your fingers slide between her legs, finding her already slick, her body betraying her in ways her words never could. You curl them inside her, relishing the way her thighs clamp around your wrist, the way her breath stutters against the desk. “Still want to threaten me?” you taunt, twisting your fingers just so, drawing a choked cry from her lips. “Or are you finally learning your place?”

Her hips jerk uselessly against your hand, her polished composure fracturing with every uneven breath. You drag your thumb over her clit in slow circles, watching her reflection in the desk’s surface—her lips parted, her eyelids fluttering. “Look at you,” you murmur, pressing deeper, feeling her clench around you. “So desperate for it. All that control, and here you are—dripping for me.”

“I—I didn’t—” Her protest falters as you withdraw your fingers completely, leaving her shuddering on the edge, her body taut as a bowstring. She twists against the restraints, her glare sharp but undermined by the flush spreading down her chest. You smirk, tracing the wetness glistening on your fingertips before pressing them back inside her with torturous slowness. “You didn’t what?” you taunt, curling your fingers just enough to make her gasp. “Didn’t want this? Didn’t beg for it?”

Every time her breathing quickens, every time her thighs tense and her back arches, you pull away—leaving her hovering, trembling, estimatedly close yet frustratingly denied. Her whimpers are music to your ears, raw and unpolished, stripped of all authority. “Stop—fuck—stop teasing,” she snarls, but the way her hips chase your retreating touch betrays her. You chuckle darkly, gripping her waist to hold her still as you drag your tongue up the sweat-slicked line of her spine. “Or what, Asa? You’ll fire me?”

Her frustrated groan dissolves into a gasp when you nip at the sensitive skin behind her ear, your fingers stilling inside her just as she tenses. “You’re insufferable,” she pants, but the words lack bite, especially when her body clenches around nothing, desperate for friction. You smirk against her shoulder, deliberately slow as you trace circles around her clit with your thumb—close enough to tease, never enough to push her over. “And you’re insatiable,” you murmur, relishing how her nails dig into the desk. “Look at you. You’d come untouched if I let you.”

The truth of it is written in the dampness streaking her inner thighs, in the way her breath hitches when your fingers brush just shy of where she needs you. You could end it now, could give her the release she’s trembling for—but where’s the fun in that? Instead, you withdraw completely, stepping back to admire the wreck of her: blouse torn, hair disheveled, lips bitten red. “I think,” you say calmly, straightening your cuffs, “you should ask nicely.”

Asa’s glare could melt steel. “Go to hell,” she rasps, twisting against the belt binding her wrists. But her body betrays her—hips lifting unconsciously, chasing the ghost of your touch, sweat glistening in the hollow of her throat. You tut, circling the desk like a predator. “Such language from the woman dripping onto her own conference notes.” You drag a fingertip through the mess she’s made on the mahogany, holding it up for her to see. “Tell me, do your subordinates know how desperate you get?”

Her nostrils flare. “I will bury you,” she growls, but the effect is ruined by the way her thighs squeeze together, seeking friction. You laugh, low and dark, before gripping her knees and wrenching them apart. The sound she makes—half gasp, half sob—sends heat coiling low in your gut. “No,” you murmur, tracing idle patterns on her oversensitive skin, “you won’t.”

When your fingers graze her clit, feather-light, her hips jerk violently. “Fuck—please—” The words are ripped from her throat, jagged and unfamiliar. You withdraw instantly. “Properly,” you demand, pressing your thumb against her entrance but not pushing in. Her breath hitches, her entire body trembling like a plucked wire.

The moment stretches—her pride warring with the slick desperation between her legs—until finally, with a shuddering exhale, her chin drops. “Please,” she whispers, voice raw. “Let me come.” You tsk. “Again. Louder.” Her fingers claw at the desk. “God—please, I need it.” The last word cracks open, revealing something broken and beautiful underneath.

Still, you wait, circling her like a wolf with prey pinned beneath its paw. Only when her hips buck uselessly against air, when sweat drips from her temple onto ruined documents, does she finally choke out the word you want. “Master.” It’s barely audible, but it’s there—stripped cough, bruised, and perfect. You reward her instantly, thrusting two fingers deep enough to make her scream.

Her orgasm hits like a detonation—back arching, thighs clamping around your wrist, her cry reverberating off the glass walls. You don’t let up, dragging it out with cruel precision until she’s sobbing, oversensitive and shaking. Only then do you slow, fingertips drawing lazy circles on her trembling stomach. “Good,” you murmur, unfastening the belt from her wrists. She collapses forward, panting against the desk, her reflection a wrecked masterpiece in the polished wood.

Before she can catch her breath, you drag her upright by the hair, lining yourself up at her entrance. Asa’s gasp is raw when you push in without warning, her body stretching tight around you. “Ahhh—too much—!” Her hands, still curled behind her from the restraints, claw at empty air as you bury yourself to the hilt. The resistance gives way with a filthy wet sound, her head tipping back against your shoulder. You pause, letting her feel every inch, her ragged breaths hot against your collarbone.

Her wrist twists violently behind her—not to escape, but to clutch at your thigh, fingers digging into muscle hard enough to bruise. “Move,” she grits out, desperation roughening her voice. You chuckle into the nape of her neck, nipping at the damp skin there before pulling out excruciatingly slow. Her hips jerk back instinctively, chasing the friction, but you hold her still. “is that how u beg to ur master,” you murmur, tracing the shell of her ear with your tongue.

The crack of your palm against her ass echoes like a gunshot in the hollow office. Asa’s gasp morphs into a ragged cry as the impact blooms red across her skin, her spine arching violently. “Answer me,” you demand, gripping her hair tighter. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes when you land another slap—harder this time—her knees buckling against the desk’s edge. “N-no—ah!—Master,” she chokes, the title torn from her throat like a confession.

You let go abruptly, watching her collapse forward onto the mahogany, her bound hands scrambling for purchase as her cheek presses into scattered papers. The disagreeable wet sound of her arousal smearing across the surface makes her shudder. Another smack—this one sharp enough to leave fingerprints—and she sobs openly, her thighs quivering. “There’s my perfect girl,” you croon, dragging your fingers through the mess she’s made. “Now. Let’s try again."

Her hips jerk when you press the head of your cock against her soaked entrance, teasing without yielding. “Beg,” you order, thumb circling the bruise forming on her ass. Asa’s breath hitches—pride warring with the molten need coiled low in her belly—until she finally rasps, “F-fuck me, Master. Please.”

With a sharp laugh, you deny her, pulling away just as her body clenches around nothing. “More,” you growl, landing another stinging slap to her ass, the sound swallowed by her gasp. Her wrists twist against the belt binding them, knuckles whitening as she grinds her cheek into the desk. “I—I need you,” she whimpers, the syllables ragged. “Need your cock—your fingers—anything. Just fill me.”

You lean over her, pressing your lips to the shell of her ear, voice dripping with menace. “Louder.” Another slap—harder—her skin rippling under the impact. Asa cries out, writhing, her voice fracturing. “I’M YOURS,” she shouts, the words echoing off glass walls. “Only yours—please—take me like the slut I am!”

The belt creaks as she arches her back, offering herself shamelessly, her thighs glistening with proof of her surrender. You sink into her with one brutal thrust, her scream dissolving into choked sobs as you whisper, “Good girl.”

Her body clenches around you like a vice, every ragged breath punctuated by the wet slap of skin against skin. Asa’s fingers scrabble at the desk’s edge, her forehead pressed to the wood, tears streaking her cheeks as she babbles incoherent pleas—half-formed words of worship and degradation tangled together.

You grip her hips hard enough to leave bruises, driving into her with relentless precision, each thrust calculated to wring another broken sound from her throat. The desk groans under the force of it, papers fluttering to the floor like wounded birds.

"Tell me," you growl, leaning close enough that your lips brush the shell of her ear. "How does it feel—having me here?" You punctuate the question with a particularly deep stroke that makes her choke on her own breath.

Asa’s words come fractured, her voice raw from screaming. "F-fuck—it's so big," she gasps, her bound hands scrabbling at the desk. "I—I can feel it on my stomach—" Her body jerks violently as you hit a spot that makes her vision white out. "Christ—I never knew that spot existed—!"

You slow just enough to watch her fall apart, her thighs trembling violently around you. "Every time you move," she sobs, her nails digging into the wood, "I reach another orgasm—I can't—" Her words dissolve into a keening wail as her body convulses around you, her climax hitting her like a freight train.

Asa turns her head just enough to meet your gaze, her lips swollen from biting, her pupils blown wide with desperation. "Don't cum inside," she pleads, voice cracking—but the way her hips grind against you betrays her. You smirk, gripping her waist tighter, dragging her back onto you with each brutal thrust. "You think I care?" you growl, feeling the coil in your gut tighten.

Her broken moan is all the answer you need as you bury yourself to the hilt, spilling into her with a groan that echoes off the glass walls. Asa shudders violently, her body milking every last drop from you, her whimpers muffled against the desk. You lean over her, pressing a kiss to the sweat-slicked curve of her shoulder. "Looks like you came harder knowing I didn't listen."

She makes a weak noise of protest, her fingers twitching against the belt binding her wrists—but when you pull out, the obscene drip of your release down her thighs silences her. Asa exhales sharply, her cheek pressed to the wood, watching the mess pool beneath her. "Fuck," she whispers, voice wrecked. "I'm never sitting down again."

You smirk, retrieving a black marker from Dashmuffin’s desk drawer—of course she’d have one—uncapping it with a decisive click. Asa’s eyes widen as she hears the sound, her breath hitching. "What are you—" Before she can finish, you flip her onto her back, the sudden movement making her gasp. She’s pliant now, limbs heavy with exhaustion, her skin flushed and damp. You pin her wrists above her head with one hand, the other dragging the marker’s tip down her sternum in slow, deliberate strokes.

The ink blooms cold against her overheated skin as you scrawl "Boss outside slut inside" in bold letters across her ribcage, the contrast obscenely stark against her pale flesh. Asa shivers, her protest dissolving into a weak groan when you move lower, writing "Free hole for master" just above her trembling thighs. Her hips twitch involuntarily, her body still hypersensitive from earlier. You chuckle darkly, adding "Your property" in jagged script along her hipbone, the marker catching on goosebumps as she squirms.

Her breath comes faster when you spread her legs wider, the marker’s tip tracing "SLUT" in capital letters down her inner thigh—each stroke deliberate, each curve exaggerated. Asa’s fingers clutch at the desk’s edge, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as the sensation borders between ticklish and torturous. You finish by sketching a crude arrow pointing between her legs, the ink glistening under the office lights. She’s panting now, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the words branding her more effectively than any collar ever could.

Leaning back to admire your handiwork, you snap a photo with her phone—the flash illuminating her marked skin, her dazed expression, the smeared ink and sweat. "Proof," you murmur, tucking the device into your pocket as her eyes flutter closed, exhaustion finally overtaking her.

With careful precision, you drape her ruined blazer over her shoulders like a makeshift shroud, the silk lining whispering against her oversensitive skin. Her panties—torn earlier in the heat of things—make perfect blindfolds; you knot them securely behind her head, the damp fabric sticking to her eyelashes as she murmurs incoherently. Your belt loops around her wrists with practiced ease, the leather still warm from her struggle.

The parking garage echoes with your footsteps as you carry her through the emergency stairwell, her dead weight slumped against your chest. A security camera blinks red in the corner—you flash it a grin as you adjust your grip, her bare thighs slipping against your forearm. The trunk would’ve been more discreet, but the backseat offers better visibility; you lay her diagonally across the leather, her knees bent to fit, one high heel dangling precariously off the edge.

When you open the door to your loft, the motion sensors flicker the lights on in sequence—kitchen, hallway, then finally the reinforced steel door at the end of the corridor. The biometric lock beeps green under your thumbprint, the hydraulics hissing as the door swings inward. Inside, the climate-controlled air smells faintly of leather and antiseptic. The frame waits against the far wall, its padded restraints gleaming under the track lighting.

Asa doesn't stir when you hoist her onto the rig, her limp body swaying slightly as you secure the padded cuffs around her wrists. The pulley system whines softly when you raise her arms overhead, the straps tightening automatically to keep her suspended mid-air. Her legs part easily when you buckle the ankle restraints to the floor mounts, the spreader bar clicking into place with finality. She hangs there like some beautiful, broken marionette—toes barely brushing the ground, head lolling forward, the ink from your marker still stark against her flushed skin.

You adjust the tripod with clinical precision, the camera’s red recording light blinking to life as it focuses on the center of the frame—where Asa’s trembling thighs glisten under the studio lights. Her blindfolded face twitches when the cooling fan hums to life, her lips parting around a silent question. The angle is perfect: every inch of her exposed, every bruise and bite mark captured in high definition, her branded skin on full display. You zoom in slowly, the lens tracing the path of a droplet of sweat as it rolls down her sternum, over the words "Boss outside slut inside," before disappearing between her breasts.

The whip’s crack echoes like a gunshot in the soundproof room, the tip grazing her inner thigh just hard enough to leave a pink bloom against her pale skin. Asa jerks violently in her restraints, a startled gasp tearing from her throat as consciousness floods back. "Wake up, slut," you murmur, dragging the coiled leather up her other leg—slow, deliberate—letting her feel every ridge against her oversensitive flesh. Her breath comes faster when you pause just beneath her hipbone, the whip’s handle tracing the letters of "Free hole for master" written there earlier. "Remember these?" you taunt, pressing the cool metal tip into the smudged ink.

Her shoulders tense when you step behind her, the whip’s tail brushing the back of her knees. "Now," you say, voice lethally soft, "let’s discuss your leadership." The first real lash lands diagonally across her ass with a sickening snap—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her scream. Tears well instantly, streaking down her blindfolded face as she twists against the restraints. "I—fuck!—what—?" she chokes out, her hips jerking uselessly. You land another strike lower, right where thigh meets cheek, watching the red line rise in real time. "Apologize," you growl, "for running this company like a tyrant."

The third strike overlaps the first, a perfect X forming across her flesh as she sobs openly now, her body shuddering with every ragged breath. "I’m sorry—god, please—" Her voice cracks, knees buckling as much as the spreader bar allows. "Louder," you demand, circling her like a shark, the whip trailing along the floor. "I’m SORRY," she wails, her tear-soaked blindfold slipping slightly to reveal one bloodshot eye. "For—for the layoffs—the—the quotas—" Each confession spills out between gasps as you rain down measured strikes, her skin flushing an angry red.

By the seventh lash, she’s babbling—apologizing for missed promotions, for withheld bonuses, for every cold email sent from her ivory tower. You catch her by the throat mid-sentence, your thumb pressing into the pulse point beneath her jaw. "Good girl," you murmur, watching her throat work around a swallow. The camera captures every second.

Her body jerks violently when the ninth strike lands—right across the words "Boss outside slut inside" on her ribcage—the ink smearing under the welt. She’s sobbing openly now, her thighs trembling where they’re forced apart by the spreader bar. "P-please," she gasps, her voice raw from screaming. "I can’t—Master, I c-can’t take anymore—!"

You pause, letting her dangle there—a portrait of ruined perfection, sweat-slick and shaking. Then, with surgical precision, you flick your wrist—the whip’s tail striking her swollen clit with a wet crack that echoes off the reinforced walls. Her scream shatters into a wordless wail as her body convulses violently, her muscles locking up before she goes completely limp in the restraints, her head lolling forward.

But you don’t let her rest. Before her breath can even out, your fingers dive between her thighs without warning, finding her entrance hot and pulsing. “Hnngh—no—!” she chokes out, her abused body twitching like a live wire as you press two fingers deep inside her already, twisting them just enough to make her toes curl. “I never made a girl squirt,” you murmur against her damp shoulder, your voice rough with fascination as you curl your fingers against that spongy spot inside her, “and I’ve never seen it happen right in front of my face.”

Her protests dissolve into ragged moans as you scissor your fingers relentlessly, her swollen walls gripping you with every thrust. Tears streak down her blindfolded face when you add a third finger—her body stretched taut around them—her hips jerking involuntarily as you drag them in and out with slow, brutal precision. “P-please,” she whimpers, her thighs trembling violently, her voice cracking around each syllable. “I c-can’t—my pussy’s sore—it’s too much—!”

And yet—her body betrays her, clenching down on your fingers with every stroke, her breath hitching in time with your relentless pace. You watch, mesmerized, as her stomach muscles flutter, her thighs tensing and releasing in erratic spasms, her entire body caught between pleasure and pain. “Master, stop—I’ll pee,” she sobs, her voice fraying at the edges, her wrists twisting weakly in the restraints. “I’ll—I’ll ruin everything—!”

You don’t stop. Instead, you press harder, thumb circling her clit in tight, punishing circles as she writhes against your hand—until suddenly, with a choked cry, her body seizes up completely. A hot, gushing flood spills over your fingers, soaking her thighs and dripping onto the floor beneath her suspended body. Her scream echoes off the walls, her back arching violently as she squirts for the first time in her life—her body convulsing uncontrollably as pleasure and humiliation crash over her in waves.

The moment the stream slows, you withdraw your fingers—just long enough for her to gasp a ragged breath—then plunge them back inside without warning, curling them ruthlessly against her g-spot. “N-no—stop—!” she sobs, her voice breaking as another orgasm rips through her, her body spasming wildly as a second, an even stronger squirt erupts from her abused pussy. The sound of liquid hitting the floor fills the room, her thighs trembling violently as she loses control completely, her muscles fluttering around your fingers in helpless, rhythmic pulses.

You don’t let up—not when she begs, not when she screams, not even when her legs give out completely and she hangs limp in the restraints, her body jerking sporadically with each fresh wave of pleasure. By the fourth squirt, she’s reduced to wordless whimpers, her blindfold soaked with tears, her thighs glistening with sweat and her own release. Her stomach muscles twitch uncontrollably with every thrust of your fingers, her body utterly spent but still responding—still yielding—as you push her beyond anything she imagined possible.

Finally, you slow—watching with dark satisfaction as she shudders through a final, weak orgasm—before pulling your fingers free with a wet sound that makes her whimper. Her pussy gapes slightly, swollen and flushed, dripping onto the growing puddle beneath her. “Good girl,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to her trembling shoulder as her body sags in the restraints, utterly wrecked. “Now you know what you’re really made for.”

The hydraulic hum of the suspension rig fills the silence as you lower her just enough for her toes to brush the floor, her legs trembling uncontrollably beneath her. The blindfold slips further as her head lolls, revealing one unfocused eye—the pupil blown wide, the lashes clumped together with tears. You adjust the straps with clinical precision, ensuring she won’t slip, her arms still raised above her head in perfect submission. “Rest,” you command, wiping her slick from your fingers onto her marked ribcage. “Tomorrow you still need to lead the meeting.”

The alarm blares through the loft at exactly 6:30 AM—a harsh, electronic screech designed to startle. You rip the damp panties from her face without preamble, her gasp sharp as the sudden light assaults her vision. The camera’s red recording light blinks mockingly inches from her face, capturing the exact moment realization dawns: the spreader bar still locked around her ankles, her thighs streaked with dried fluids, the whip welts angry and raised across her branded skin. “You fucking—!” she snarls, voice hoarse from screaming, her wrists twisting violently against the cuffs. “Turn that off—!”

You step into frame, catching her jaw in a vise grip, forcing her to meet your gaze—her pupils still dilated with residual terror. “U still brave cursing on me?” you murmur, thumb pressing into the bruise forming along her throat from last night’s collar. Her breath hitches, her body locking up mid-struggle. The camera zooms in, capturing the precise second her defiance cracks—her lips trembling, her lashes fluttering as she drops her gaze to the floor. “F-forgive me, Master,” she chokes out, the words thick with humiliation. Her thighs squeeze together instinctively, the movement pulling at the welts crisscrossing her inner legs.

“Say it properly,” you order, dragging the whip’s coiled length up her spine—slow, teasing—letting her feel every ridge through the fresh bruises. She shudders, her head bowing further, her voice barely above a whisper: “I am sorrry for being impolit—” The whip flicks against the back of her knees, cutting her off with a startled yelp. “Louder,” you growl, pressing closer, your breath hot against her ear. “Or do I need to remind you how we practice apologies?” The threat hangs between you, heavy with the memory of last night’s punishments.

Her throat works around a swallow before she tilts her head back, her voice cracking as she shouts, “I AM SORRY, MASTER!” The words echo off the soundproofed walls, her body trembling violently as the admission leaves her lips. You release the rig’s hydraulic lock with a sharp click, catching her the moment her knees give out—her naked body slumping against yours, slick with sweat and the remnants of her own humiliation. Her fingers clutch weakly at your shirt, her breathing ragged against your collarbone as you stroke her tangled hair. “Good girl,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead—the praise sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.

The walk-in closet’s automatic lights flicker on as you drag her inside, the racks of designer suits and silk blouses parting to reveal your handiwork hanging front and center: a skirt so short the hem barely grazes the curve of her ass, paired with a bra engineered to push her tits up into obscene cleavage. The collar gleams mockingly beneath the LED strips—thick enough to cover the fingerprints on her throat but thin enough to remind her who owns it. She makes a strangled noise when you shake out the panties, the double-sided silicone glistening under the lights, the remote vibrator already synced to your phone. “No,” she breathes, her legs buckling as you guide the first bulb past her trembling thighs.

Her gasp turns into a whimper when you press the second bulb into her ass without warning, her body clenching instinctively around the intrusion. The fabric of the skirt rides up as she sways on her heels, the dildos shifting inside her with every unsteady step. The dress shirt buttons strain over her enhanced chest, the thick cotton doing little to hide the way her nipples pebble against the fabric—but just enough to disguise the darkening fingerprints along her ribs. You fasten the collar with a snap, your thumb brushing the hollow of her throat as she swallows hard, her pupils dilating despite herself. “Breathe,” you order, smoothing the shirt over her trembling stomach—your palm lingering just long enough to feel the vibrations kick in.

The boardroom goes silent when she limps in, her heels echoing too loudly against the polished floors. Every head swivels—first to the unfamiliar shortness of her skirt, then to the shadow of the collar peeking above her blouse, and finally to the unnatural flush creeping up her neck. She grips the conference table as she lowers herself stiffly into the chair, her thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to ease the stretch of the silicone inside her. The CFO clears his throat, his eyebrows climbing toward his receding hairline as her breath hitches mid-sentence. “—Q3 projections—hnn—show a—” Her fingers spasm around the laser pointer, the red dot trembling across the pie chart.

You lean back in your seat, tapping your phone twice against your thigh before sliding your thumb across the screen in one slow, deliberate swipe. The vibrator kicks on with a muted buzz—silent to the room but loud enough to make her spine snap straight, her eyes widening as the intensity climbs. Her knuckles whiten around the edge of the table, her other hand darting down instinctively to press against her skirt—only to freeze when the entire room stares. A bead of sweat rolls down her temple as she forces her palm back onto the presentation clicker, her voice cracking on the next statistic.

For five agonizing seconds, you leave it at maximum—watching her thighs tremble where they’re clamped together, the fabric of her skirt darkening with dampness between her legs. Then, with a flick of your thumb, you drop it to the lowest setting. Her exhale is audible, her shoulders sagging for half a breath before you crank it back up without warning. This time, her knee jerks violently, knocking against the underside of the table hard enough to rattle water glasses. The CFO frowns as she stammers through the profit margins, her blouse sticking to the sweat now slicking her ribs.

By the third cycle—sudden silence, then brutal vibration—her thighs are slick with more than sweat, the scent of her arousal sharp enough that the intern two seats down sniffs the air discreetly. Her next attempt to speak dissolves into a choked gasp when you twist the setting to a pattern: three short pulses, then one prolonged grind against her swollen clit. Her hips twitch forward involuntarily, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the edge of a welt from last night’s whip. The VP of Sales chokes on his coffee when she abruptly stands, her chair screeching back as her hands flatten against the table for balance. “M-meeting adjourned,” she grits out, her voice strangled. “Everyone—hnn—out. Now.”

The emergency stairwell door slams behind her with a metallic clang, her heels echoing unevenly off concrete as she staggers down the steps. One hand claws at the collar while the other yanks her skirt aside—the silicone toys glistening obscenely where they stretch her open. “Master—please—it’s too much,” she pants, her knees buckling against the landing railing. Her thighs tremble violently when you finally appear in the doorway above her, silhouetted by the exit light.

She makes it three steps before the vibration spikes again, her forehead slamming against the railing as her body convulses. The emergency door’s push bar digs into her hip when she collapses against it—her palms slipping on the metal as she tries to force it open. The dildos shift audibly inside her when she lifts one knee, her breath hitching as the movement grinds them deeper. “Can’t—” she sobs, her cheek pressed to the cold steel door. Her skirt is hiked up around her waist now, the welted stripes across her ass visible beneath the fluorescents. You step closer, nudging her ankle wider with your shoe just as the vibrator switches to a relentless pulse. Her scream is muffled by the door when her hips jerk forward, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth metal.

The second orgasm hits before the first even fades—her thighs clamping around nothing as she arches violently, her shoulders pressing into the door hard enough to leave marks. The silicone toys bulge obscenely against her stomach when she spasms, her cunt pulsing around them in erratic clenches. A thin trickle of fluid streaks down her inner thigh as she whimpers, her knees buckling completely. “Too—hnn—too full—” she slurs, her forehead sliding down the door as her legs give out. The vibrator’s pattern shifts again—short, brutal bursts now—and her body seizes mid-collapse, her back bowing as a third orgasm rips through her without pause.

She’s on the floor by the fourth, curled fetal around the vibrations, her ruined stockings torn at the knees. The emergency exit sign bathes her in red as she trembles—her thighs slick, her skirt bunched at her waist, her blouse twisted to expose one marked nipple. Every breath comes in ragged hitches, her fingers clawing weakly at the concrete beneath her. “M-master, stop—” she chokes out, but her hips stutter forward involuntarily when the pattern changes to a slow, grinding roll. The fifth orgasm is silent—her mouth open around a soundless scream, her spine locked in a perfect arch, her cunt squeezing rhythmically around the toys as her body empties itself in pulsing gushes.

You crouch beside her, dragging her upright by the collar to watch her face when the sixth hits—her pupils blown wide, her lips parted around ragged moans, her entire body shuddering like a live wire. The vibrator dies abruptly mid-spasm, leaving her gasping against your chest, her limbs twitching with residual tension. “Good girl,” you murmur, thumbing away the drool streaking her chin. The camera in your breast pocket captures every second.

Her blouse gapes open—buttons popped during her convulsions—exposing the sheer push-up bra struggling to contain her swollen tits. The lace cups glisten with sweat, her nipples stiff peaks pressing obscenely against the fabric. You drag your nails down her sternum, savoring her flinch when you trace the words “Master’s cumdump” inked above her heaving ribs. “Hands and knees,” you order, shoving her forward—her palms slap the concrete just in time inevitably to catch herself. The dildo-laced panties stretch obscenely between her thighs, silicone glistening with her slick.

You grip the waistband without warning, yanking them down to her knees in one sharp motion. The sudden emptiness wrenches a gasp from her throat—her cunt clenching around nothing, her asshole fluttering open in silent protest. Before she can process the loss, her body betrays her—her pussy convulsing violently as a hot gush sprays across the floor, the sound of liquid slapping concrete echoing off the stairwell walls. Her scream dissolves into a broken moan as the flood continues—her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her forehead pressed to the ground as she squirts without pause.

"Please—nngh—Master's dick—!" she sobs, her hips jerking forward involuntarily, her hands scrambling backward to spread her own cheeks wider. "F-fuck your slut right here—breed me—ruin me—!" The words tumble out half-slurred, her voice wrecked from screaming, her body still twitching from the aftershocks. Her thighs glisten in the emergency light—smeared with fluids, the welts from last night's whipping standing out crimson against her trembling skin.

You drag her up by the hair—her-howling—only to shove her face-first against the stairwell railing. The metal bites into her ribs as you mount her from behind without preamble, your cock splitting her soaked cunt in one brutal thrust. Her scream claws at the concrete walls as her body bows—her spine arching obscenely, her tits crushed against the cold steel bars. "You'll take it," you snarl into her ear, your fingers digging into the fresh bruises on her hips. "Until I decide you're done."

And then—no mercy. No rhythm. Just ruthless piston strokes that send her careening into another orgasm within seconds, her cunt milking your cock in frantic pulses as she shatters. Her thighs convulse around yours, her nails scraping uselessly against the railing as you fuck her through it—deeper, harder—until her choked sobs turn wordless again.

“Master’s—hnn—so—big—” she gasps, her voice shredded raw, her forehead pressed to the cold metal as another brutal thrust knocks the breath from her lungs. “Ruins—ruins my slutty pussy perfect—!” The admission spills out between wrecked moans, her body betraying her again as she grinds back onto your cock, her cunt clenching greedily around each inch. You drag your thumb through the sweat slicking her spine, smearing it down to the whip marks on her ass. “Louder,” you growl, twisting her nipple hard—watching her back arch as she wails. “Tell them what you are.”

“Ngh—Master’s—filthy—!” Her voice cracks as you slam into her cervix, her toes curling against the concrete. “Owned—owned cunt—!” The words dissolve into a scream when your teeth sink into her shoulder, her hips jerking erratically as another squirt rips through her. Her thighs tremble violently, her slick dripping down to pool at her knees—the scent of her arousal thick enough to taste.

You pull out abruptly, leaving her gaping and shuddering—only to shove two fingers into her dripping ass without warning. Her shriek bounces off the stairwell walls as her body locks up, her cunt pulsing around nothing. “Good slut,” you murmur against her ear, twisting your fingers deeper—feeling her clench around them in helpless, rhythmic spasms. “But we’re not done.” The camera in your pocket catches the exact moment fresh tears spill over—her ruined mascara streaking black down her cheeks as she nods, her voice barely a whisper: “Y-yes… Master.”

You slam back into her cunt with a wet crack—her scream overlapping with the sharp smack of your palm against her ass. The impact leaves a perfect red handprint over yesterday’s whip marks, her flesh jiggling obscenely from the force. She sobs your title through gritted teeth, her thighs quaking as you pound into her without pause—each brutal thrust punctuated by another spank. Her swollen clit grinds against the cold railing with every snap of your hips, the dual stimulation wringing another broken squirting from her oversensitive body.

"Harder—Master—!" she wails, her fingers scrabbling at the stairwell railing causelessly. The words send a dark thrill through you—her desperation so tangible you can taste it—and you oblige by wrapping a fist in her hair, yanking her head back as your hips piston faster. Her pussy clenches in spasmodic pulses, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you growl in her ear: "Pathetic. Never satisfied." The degradation sends another violent shudder through her—her body betraying her again as she squirts around your cock, a thin stream splattering against the concrete steps below.

"A-ah! Make me—make me squirt 'til I’m—nngh—'til i'm dry!" she howls, her vision going white as her orgasm splits her open—her cunt fluttering wildly around you as another gush coats your thighs. You chuckle darkly, tightening your grip on her hips, angling your thrusts to grind directly against her ruined g-spot. "Who made you this greedy?" you taunt, feeling her walls convulse around you yet again. Her answer comes between hiccuping moans: "Y-you did—Master owns—owns my needy pussy—!"

Finally, you pin her against the railing with your full weight—her breath hitching as your cock presses impossibly deeper—and murmur against her ear: "Good girl." The praise sends her hurtling into another climax, her scream echoing off the stairwell walls as her body empties itself in weak, pulsing gushes. You keep her there—cock buried to the hilt—as aftershocks wrack her frame, her thighs trembling violently against yours. Her whispered "T-thank you, Master" is barely audible over the sound of slick dripping onto concrete.

You drag her off the railing by her hair—her knees buckling instantly—and shove her face-first onto the steps below you. "Clean it," you order, your fingers tightening in her tangled strands as she stares up at your cock—still glistening with her own wrecked slick. She hesitates—just for a fraction of a second—before lunging forward with desperate hunger, her tongue laving up your length with frantic strokes. The camera captures every detail: her swollen lips stretching obscenely around your girth, her throat working around involuntary swallows as she chokes herself deeper, the tears streaking fresh tracks down her already ruined makeup.

Her trembling hands rise instinctively—only for you to catch both wrists in one grip, forcing them behind her back as she gags around your cock. "No touching," you growl, shoving deeper—watching her throat bulge obscenely as your tip breaches her tight passage. Her nostrils flare with each panicked inhale, her chest heaving as she fights to take you deeper, her body betraying her again when she moans around your length—the vibration sending a dark pulse of pleasure up your spine.

You fist her hair tighter, grinding against her face—her lips stretched white around your base—before suddenly yanking her off with a wet pop. She gasps for air, drool and precum slicking her chin, her unfocused eyes rolling back as another aftershock,“Master’s taste—hnn—so good,” she slurs, her tongue darting out to catch the beads leaking from your tip. Her thighs squeeze together involuntarily—her ruined cunt still pulsing around nothing—as she whimpers, “W-want more…”

You shove back into her throat without warning, her gag reflex kicking instantly—her nails scrabbling at your thighs as her eyes bulge. “Swallow,” you order, thrusting shallowly, relishing the way her trachea flutters against your cock. Tears spill over as she nods frantically, her throat working around you in desperate, uneven swallows. The camera catches the moment her body betrays her again—her hips jerking forward against empty air as she gags out a muffled moan.

You pull out just enough to smear your length across her face—dragging precum and spit over her bruised cheeks, her fluttering eyelids, the branded “SLUT” inked along her jawlinechemistry.Her tongue darts out instinctively—lapping at your shaft like a starved animal—before you shove back in to the hilt. “Filthy,” you growl, watching her nose press into your pelvis, her throat distending obscenely around you. “Made for this.” She moans in agreement—the vibration traveling up your cock—as her hands creep toward her own dripping cunt.

You kick her wrists away without breaking rhythm, your sneaker leaving a muddy print on her inner thigh. “Did I say you could touch?” Her muffled sob shakes through you—her cunt clenching around nothing—as you fist TER her hair harder. “Eyes up.” She obeys instantly, her tear-streaked gaze locking onto yours as you fuck her face in brutal, shallow snaps. The camera zooms in: her mascara ruined, her lips split and swollen, her throat bulging with each thrust. A fresh squirt soaks the steps beneath her as she chokes out your title—the syllables garbled around your cock.

You pull out just enough to let her gasp—her lungs heaving—before plunging back in to the hilt. Her nose crushes against your pelvis, her trachea fluttering wildly as her body fights to swallow around you. Her thighs jerk apart involuntarily, her toes curling against concrete as another orgasm rips through her—her cunt pulsing violently despite the emptiness. The vibrator in her discarded panties buzzes to life against her ankle, the sudden vibration wringing a soundless scream from her stuffed throat.

Her spasming muscles drag you closer—her throat milking you in erratic pulses—as you finally slam deep and hold. Your cum floods her esophagus in hot spurts, her Adam’s apple bobbing frantically as she gulps reflexively. The camera catches the exact moment her eyes roll back—her body convulsing as she swallows every drop, her cunt squirting weakly against air. You grind against her face, smearing the last remnants across her branded cheek as she whimpers—her tongue darting out instinctively to lick your softening cock clean.

You drag her upright by the collar—her legs wobbling violently—and shove the discarded panties back into place with a wet squelch. The dual dildos stretch her obscenely—her pussy gaping around silicone as her ass struggles to accommodate the sudden fullness. Her scream cuts off abruptly when you twist the remote to maximum—the vibrations wringing another brutal orgasm from her oversensitive body before she even hits the ground. Her thighs clamp around nothing as she collapses forward—her palms skidding against concrete—her entire frame shaking as the toys buzz mercilessly inside her.

You scoop her up effortlessly—one arm hooked under her trembling thighs—her broken blouse fluttering open to reveal the swollen, bitten peaks of her tits. The vibrator’s hum echoes through the stairwell as you descend—her ruined stockings snagging on the railing, her head lolling against your shoulder with each shuddering breath. The car door clicks open—her whimper muffled against the leather seat as you deposit her inside—her legs splayed obscenely to showcase the glistening silicone stretching her holes.

The camera zooms in: her torn blouse barely clinging to her shoulders, the “Master’s Cumdump” zero ink gleaming under the dome light, her thighs twitching uncontrollably as the vibrator pulses. You toss the ruined skirt onto the backseat—its seams split beyond repair—before sliding into the driver’s seat with a dark chuckle. The engine roars to life—her moans harmonizing with the purr of the motor—as you tap the remote again.

Asa’s penthouse address spills from her lips between gasps—her fingers twisting in her own hair as another brutal vibration rips through her. The car peels out—her body jerking forward against the seatbelt—her tits bouncing obscenely with every turn. Her heels dig into the floor mat—her toes curling against leather—as the dual stimuli drag another gush from her ruined cunt. The scent of her arousal floods the cabin—thick enough to fog the windows—as she claws at her own nipples, her back arching off the seat.

The red light lasts just long enough for you to flick the remote—three sharp pulses—and watch her dissolve. Her thighs slam together—her skirt riding up to expose the glistening toys—as her hips piston helplessly against air. A thin stream arcs onto the dashboard—her body convulsing—before she collapses back, her blouse gaping open to reveal bite marks darkening along her collarbone. Her breath fogs the passenger window in erratic bursts—her lips parted around silent pleas—as the vibrator switches to a relentless grind.

The sudden brake at the next intersection sends her lurching forward—her tits flattening against the glove compartment—her cunt clenching around silicone with a wet squelch. Her moan vibrates through the steering wheel—her nails scraping grooves into the leather—as another orgasm tears through her without warning. Fluid soaks through the seat fabric—pooling beneath her twitching thighs—as she sobs your title into the dashboard. The traffic camera overhead captures every second: her skirt hiked up around her waist, her ass jiggling with each brutal vibration, her face contorted in overwhelmed ecstasy.

The final turn into her building’s garage wrings one last scream from her—her back bowing off the seat—as the toys pulsate in sync with the engine’s growl. Her thighs tremble violently—her cunt pulsing around nothing—when you finally kill the remote. The sudden silence is punctuated by her ragged gasps—her body twitching with aftershocks—as she slumps against the door, her ruined makeup smearing across the glass. “M-Master’s car…” she whimpers, her fingers trailing through the puddle beneath her—her cum-streaked reflection grinning back from the windshield.

You drag her out by the ankle—her knees buckling instantly—and scoop her up before she can collapse. Her legs hook instinctively around your waist—her pussy gaping obscenely—as her blouse flutters open to expose her marked ribs. Her whimper turns into a choked gasp when you thrust into her mid-stride—her dry walls clamping around you like a vise—her broken nails scrambling at your shoulders as you carry her toward the elevator. Every step jolts her cervix—her breath hitching—her slickless cunt gripping you tighter with each brutal snap of your hips. The elevator’s mirrored walls capture her fluttering eyelids—her swollen lips parting around silent screams—as her thighs tremble against your sides.

The ascent to her penthouse stretches her limits—her pussy chafing with every dry thrust—her whines escalating with each passing floor. The doors slide open—her toes curling against marble—as you fuck her across the threshold—her blouse fluttering to the foyer floor. Her cunt squeezes desperately—her walls rasping against your cock—as her sweat-slicked back slides down the hallway wall. She claws at the wallpaper—her legs locked around your waist—her breath coming in ragged sobs as you pound into her mercilessly. The friction burns—her thighs sticky with spent fluids—her body trembling as she begs for relief through gritted teeth.

You pin her against the glass balcony doors—her ass pressed to the chilled surface—her reflection warping with each brutal thrust. The city lights flicker below—her silhouette trembling against the skyline—as her dry cunt milks you in painful, rhythmic spasms. Her scream echoes through the penthouse—her nails scraping the glass—as her orgasm rips through her without lubrication—her body convulsing against yours. “Master’s—ruined—!” she wails, her thighs clamping around your hips—her cunt clinging like a vise as she shatters—her fluids long since emptied. The glass fogs bookmark with her panting—her reflection dissolving into streaks of sweat—as you growl against her branded throat: “Again.”

She collapses forward her palms sliding against the balcony rail her spine arching obscenely as you mount her from behind. Your cum leaks down her thighs cooling in the night air as you slam back into her raw, swollen cunt. Her scream pitches higher her body jerking her inner walls scraping against you with a wet, grating friction. The blood comes slowly a thin smear of crimson streaking your cock her pussy clenching in desperate, uneven pulses. Her whimpers dissolve into silent gasps—her eyelids fluttering her hips twitching erratically as she grinds back onto you her body betraying her even now.

Her knees buckle—her torso slumping over the railing—her cheek pressed to the cold metal as her limbs go limp. The blood trickles faster—her cunt gaping—her breath shallow—as you fuck her through the faint—her body jolting with each thrust despite her unconsciousness. Her nipples scrape against the railing—her tits flattened—her arms dangling—her reflection a broken blur in the glass below. You squeeze her throat—her pulse fluttering against your palm—as her pussy convulses weakly—her body still trying to milk you even as her-class's consciousness slips away.

You pull out with a wet pop her hips jerking reflexively her thighs streaked with blood and semen her cunt pulsing around nothing. Her breath hitches a weak moan escaping her as you drag her up by the hair her head lolling her lips parted around silent pleas. The moonlight catches the sheen of sweat on her collarbone the bite marks—the branded words her body a canvas of ownership. You drop her onto the marble her limbs splaying—her pussy twitching—her last whispered “Master…” barely audible as her eyelids flutter shut.

[akkaweo-akkaweo]

AWOL

Choi Jiwoo x Enami Asa x Hong Eunchae x Jang Kyujin x Kang Haerin x M!reader

Tags: daddy!kink but so sub!f they dom!f

WC: 4.6k

The Bad Batch: Part 3 of 4 [1][2]

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“Surprise!,” the crowd of five cheered. You squinted your eyes, overcome by the loudness of their voices, and grabbed onto their arms to pull them in hastily – Haerin, Kyujin, Jiwoo, Eunchae, and Asa, in that order. You slammed the door shut before your neighbors could catch the commotion.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope!,” Eunchae offered you a box with a simple, pink-frosted cake in it.

“I–”

“Happy birthday, sir!,” Kyujin came in for a hug, the rest piling on.

“H-how did you–,” you struggled with a compressed chest.

“Jiwoo remembered you mentioning which bus station you ride from,” Asa giggled.

“And how did–”

“I remembered your birthday!,” Haerin smiled. “We gave you a cake last year too, remember?”

“Okay, can we–,” you struggled, squirming out of their arms.

“We missed you, sir!,” Jiwoo pouted. “You never dropped by the museum again.”

“I– sorry, it’s jus–”

“And you didn’t call us over after that night, sir,” Kyujin added.

“Well, that’s because–”

“Sooo, we’re here now!,” Eunchae clapped. “All together.”

“Can we all please,” you raised your voice, “take a seat?”

They let go of you, rattled and visibly distraught by the attitude you regretted expressing instantly.

“N-no, ladies,” you sat at your table, rubbing your temple. “I’m sorry. Genuinely, thank you. It’s just– it’s like, 11AM on the first day of winter break, and it’s 5 against 1 here.”

“But we really missed you, sir,” Eunchae pouted. The rest of them looked downtrodden as they sat around you: Kyujin on the table, Haerin and Jiwoo on the chairs near you, Asa on your lap, and Eunchae by your feet – all looking at you with sad puppy-dog eyes.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that– argh,” you sighed in resignation. “Okay, okay. Seeing as you’re all… here, I assume we’re all aware of all the… the…,” you couldn’t bring yourself to mutter the profanities out loud.

“The sex?,” Asa chuckled.

“It wasn’t sex,” you defended hastily, “but yes.” They agreed with gladdened, reminiscent smiles.

“I genuinely thought those were one off things,” you continued. “Even when you rearranged my office, Kyujin and Haerin, because you started working at the university for real.”

“B-but we dropped by,” Kyujin pouted. “We were always waiting for you to ask.”

“Oh,” you replied. “And Asa, Jiwoo, you looked fairly alright when you gave that tour on your own!”

“We were looking for you afterwards to go out again,” Jiwoo pouted too. “We couldn’t find you.”

“Oh… sorry?,” you shrank in your shoulders. “Who organized this, by the way?”

Eunchae raised her hand. “After we saw you at the dorm, we were trying to guess who you might have gotten roped up with. Then we asked Haerin, and she told us about the connection, and then we all kinda met up together. Now we’re friends!”

“And you guys aren’t… fighting?”

“Of course not, sir!,” Asa clapped. “We even wanted to surprise you the day we found out. Because you were basically gone. And we missed you.”

“I see,” you nodded. “I’m genuinely sorry, girls. I really am.”

“It’s okay, sir!,” Asa cheered, kissing you on the cheek. “We’re here now.”

A smile slowly formed in your face, your chest warming up and your body relaxing.

“This is still weird, but… Thank you, girls. But also… my birthday is still tomorrow.” You stood up to show them the house, or what little of it you could. “Please, spend the rest of the day here? You’re very welcome here.”

“Actually, sir,” Jiwoo looked at you, eyes piercing into yours, “we wanted to stay over for the whole weekend.”

You hadn’t realized with your franticness and the jackets they hadn’t yet removed until this moment that they were all wearing identical, stereotypical school uniforms, and carried with them packed bags. The realization hit you like a truck: their coming together was not as innocent as you might have initially thought.

“This isn’t just about celebrating my birthday, is it?”

“We are celebrating your birthday, sir!,” Kyujin grinned. “Or rather… we’re celebrating daddy’s birthday.”

Asa and Eunchae pulled your wrists and started walking you to what they assumed was your room. Having assumed correctly, they sat you by the edge of your bed, all kneeling in front of you with expectant eyes.

“We missed you, daddy,” Haerin smiled. “Just say what you want today and it’s yours.”

You could feel yourself grin like a young boy – how could you not? – but a part of you wanted toy with the very apparent desperation bubbling in their bones.

“Okay,” you began, “then what if I told you I wanted lunch right now?”

“Told you we should have bought the maid costumes instead,” Asa sideeyed Haerin.

“We have all day, daddy,” Jiwoo smiled. “We can have lunch after we’ve caught up.”

“And what is there to catch up on?,” you taunted. “We can talk about anything you want.”

“We don’t want to talk, daddy,” Kyujin bounced in subdued frustration. “We– we want you.”

“I’m right here,” you said, crawling up the bed. “Show me what you wanna do. But lunch after.”

“Eunchae, order some food,” Asa commanded. “You’re the youngest.”

“B-but–”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think daddy’s going anywhere,” Jiwoo smiled. “We’ll leave some for you.”

Eunchae growled, then walked briskly out of the room to make a phone call. The rest stood up and crawled to the bed, smiles plastered all over their faces.

In mere seconds, the robe you hurriedly wore and the boxers you only had on before they knocked were now off you once again.

“Aw, daddy’s not hard yet,” Asa pouted at your manhood.

“But it’s so big still,” Kyujin remarked, and the rest laughed.

“Girls, come on now,” you teased. “Eunchae made this happen. Maybe we should wait for her.”

“I agree,” Kyujin replied, slowly wriggling your boxers back on.

“We’ll let her have daddy’s first kiss today,” Haerin suggested, and everyone agreed.

Jiwoo and Haerin went immediately for your bare chest, planting kisses all over your nipples and teasingly flicking their tongues over it. Your breath raced in an instant, the feeling tingly and unexpectedly arousing.

Asa and Kyujin went for an earlobe each, audibly sucking and tongues teasing its edges. Their breathing was steady, determined to elicit your reactions.

You grasped at whatever you could: Kyujin’s ass, Jiwoo’s hair, the bed – anything to release the tension of their pleasurable assault.

“You wanted this, daddy?,” Haerin purred, looking up at you with Jiwoo.

“I think he does,” Asa cooed, eyes looking down at your fully erect cock peeking underneath your boxers still.

Eunchae ran back into the room. “It’ll be here in about an hour,” she declared.

“Eunchae!,” Jiwoo grinned. “We waited for you.”

“Give daddy a kiss,” Haerin added, the two making space for her to crawl over you. Eunchae’s hair fell to the sides of your head, focusing your gaze onto her hungry eyes.

“Happy birthday, daddy,” Eunchae grinned, slowly lowering her lips onto yours. They were soft, careful, subdued; you could feel a latent aggression lying deep within her cheeks, her and the rest of them and their hands running all over your skin.

Eunchae’s lips left yours for a brief second, then came back down, deeper and harder. Kiss after kiss after kiss, the bed began to shift and creak as the rest crawled up and closer to your face.

“I want to kiss daddy too,” Asa admitted bashfully.

“Let’s all kiss daddy together,” Eunchae suggested, smiling coyly back at you. “Give him a preview of what we’ll do later.”

“Can you handle us, daddy?,” Haerin teased. “All five of us at once this time.”

You laughed heartily. “No.”

“Try your best, daddy,” Kyujin cooed, planting a kiss under your jaw.

Your face was smothered by the multitude of light smooches to the tune of five sibylline and touch-deprived bodies begging for you in unison. You attempted to crane your neck in every angle, trying to surface for air, but their breaths surrounded you on all fronts. Any turn of the head merely opened up more surface area for any one of them, and they coated those spots in spittled marks.

They whispered their yearnings in chorus: your lips, your hands, your tongue, your cock, your load. They didn’t fight over you, but it was a contest of how long they had your lips all to themselves. In mere minutes you felt your face coated in the musk of five warm, spit-covered mouths, and your erection pressed even harder against the fabric of your boxers.

“We’ll do anything for you, daddy,” Jiwoo moaned.

“We’ll take care of you, okay, daddy?,” Haerin giggled.

“Just stay still for us, daddy,” Kyujin reassured.

“We’ll treat you right so good, daddy,” Asa cooed in your ear.

“Can we have your cock now, daddy?,” Eunchae begged, joined in by the rest whispering “please, daddy” like a prayer in desperation.

Any hungrier and these girls might have ripped through your clothing at the weak nod you could call a go signal. You could feel hands grasp at the garter of your boxers, freeing it for real. The cool air of the room that washed over your skin below was replaced by the gentle touch of their fingers.

“You’re so hard, daddy,” Haerin smiled, crawling down with Jiwoo to pin your arms down, still licking away at your neck. Asa and Eunchae hopped off you and took your legs, one each, to lie on while they marveled at your manhood. Kyujin sat on your torso, the underside of her skirt revealing a soft and dampened pair of panties.

And then, the first mouth made contact with your cock. Whose mouth it was was a mystery, only made more cryptic with the addition of two more. Jiwoo and Haerin stayed with you, kissing you in turns while the other whispered in your ear.

On the other end – only discernible by the changes in temperature and the ever-changing sensation of lips massaging the whole circumference of your shaft – your manhood was made a toy passed from mouth to mouth. Not a second too long spent on any one alone; not a moment too brief to keep your stimulation constant.

“Daddy can’t even look at us,” Jiwoo giggled. “He’s enjoying himself so much.”

“Wouldn’t it be fun to make him guess who’s sucking him?,” Haerin suggested.

“What’s the punishment for that?,” Jiwoo replied, “no cumming yet or he owes us more?”

“You’re gonna kill me, girls,” you gasped, your cock entering another mouth fully.

“Let’s ask the girls later,” Haerin joked, before kissing you and Jiwoo together, tongues writhing and slipping between each other.

“Hey, you should join in,” Kyujin invited, turning around to stare at you.

“See you soon, daddy,” Jiwoo winked, turning around to join the ritual. Kyujin turned around fully again, her face now the one looming over yours.

“If all five of us go, you might actually die,” Kyujin giggled.

“Literally– mmh– said that,” you groaned.

Kyujin grinned. “Just wanted to kiss you for a bit, daddy.” She locked lips with you, passing on a distinctly funky taste on your lips.

“Is that how my…”

Kyujin shushed you. “Don’t think about it.” She leaned to your ear. “But yes, and we love it.”

She turned around again, looking back at you. “Are you ready, daddy?”

You couldn’t even respond; your tip felt the pulsating tonsils of someone’s mouth before you could.

You couldn’t even hear anything either – your ears rang as the pressure mounted quickly in your groin. You heard the faint chorus of giggling, but even the ceiling started to gray out.

In then out, in then out. You could feel your whole length passed around in a circle. No one mouth hogged it all for herself; you were theirs to share, and they shared with efficiency.

You could picture in your head the five of them in a circle, smiling and giggling as one of them took you in whole. You could feel their eyes follow it as it twitched, their musty breaths clouding the air between them, their mouths gaping open ready for their turn. Criminal that you couldn’t witness it for yourself, but how could you when their whole routine was so choreographed, so pornographic? To have done it any other way would have been impossible.

You frantically tapped the bed as you felt your release almost ready to burst through. Your breathing turned into loud moans that nearly countered their collective humming, as lips and tongues continued to stroke you from all sides. The tapping almost didn’t get noticed; too far gone were they in their giggling, their trance centered on your member.

You wriggled with all your might, prompting them to stop all at once. You bucked your hips into the air, fighting off every urge to use your free hands to stroke and finish all over their faces – a sight that would have beaten any artistic work ever imagined – until you settled down, heaving with all your chest.

The girls sighed, watching as a few thin white streams trickled down your tip. You could hear them hum expectantly, their breaths climbing.

“We want you so bad, daddy,” Eunchae peered over. “Need your cock so bad.”

“Maybe we’ll milk him today?,” Asa added. “So he can fuck us tomorrow.”

Without pause, your cock received another helping of spit, this time dripping from their mouths in thick drops that hung from long strings that slid down your length. Dainty fingers wrapped your cock, first three, then another. Two hands felt your balls each, and another massaged your swelling head with bare fingertips. They moved slowly still, yet the sheer volume of having five independently moving stimulants felt more complex than any sex toy could have possibly felt.

“Cum whenever you want, daddy,” Haerin called out.

“He sounds like he’s close,” Asa giggled.

“He feels like he’s close,” Kyujin gasped, one hand almost fully clasping your jewels.

“Cum for us, daddy, please,” Eunchae begged.

“Cum for us.” Over and over the words echoed in your tiny room like it was the prayer of a congregation. And worship they did, their movements slowly escalating in speed.

You practically screamed your orgasm out of you.

Rope after rope, spurt after spurt. You could feel it land everywhere on your bed, thick and gelatinous as it plapped onto your sheets and your belly. Some must have landed on their faces, which they yearned for more of as they continued to stroke you while you were sensitive. Perhaps, cock-drunk as they were, they had barely noticed your release, because their begging had not ceased. And how else better to finish you than to lick every stray strand and spot of load that did not make it into a mouth.

With how ravenously they lapped at you, that too served its own test of strength, forcing your every muscle to stay the fuck still behind gritted teeth, until they had licked you clean.

Asa and Eunchae crawled up to your face, giggling at the sight of your agape mouth and lolled eyes.

“Guess he couldn’t handle us,” Eunchae giggled. “That was only 40 minutes.”

“Only?!,” you craned your neck up. “I-I think I need a shower.”

Asa patted your head. “You did great, daddy!”

Everything felt like a physical exercise with how strained you were in the past hour. Your legs wobbled as you got off the bed, finding your footing, while Jiwoo, Kyujin, and Haerin giggled to themselves on the floor.

The bed looked like the aftermath of a storm, damp and wrinkled like it had rained inside your room. The outline of your labored back was left imprinted over a much more abstract globule that most likely came from your groin.

They, too, looked like they’d gone through that same storm. Hair frazzled and unkempt at weird angles, already minimal makeup faded out, but more importantly uniforms left dampened by sweat, spit, and whatever manner of fluid mixture that came about.

And your member, limp, exhausted, and empty, swung around as you hobbled to the shower, where the warm water felt more therapeutic than it ever had been.

Hopping out of the shower, you found the girls also changing out of the uniforms into much looser clothing – shorts, t-shirts, and what seemed to be nothing else. In fact, some of their clothing looked familiar.

“Hey, that’s my sweater, Kyujin,” you interrupted. “And Asa, I just washed that shirt.”

“They look really comfy, daddy,” Eunchae teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. But they’re staying here.”

Everyone congregated at the sofa, awkwardly standing in a row with plates in hand behind your couch while you sat alone. “Girls, ‘make yourselves at home’ is a very literal instruction,” you urged, and they filed in, taking a seat around you.

“So,” you began, seated at the sofa with lunch spread on your coffee table, “where did we leave off?”

The succeeding conversation covered just about everything else, specifically what everyone else was up to – Kyujin and Haerin’s graduate assistant work, Asa and Jiwoo’s new restoration gig, and Eunchae’s library woes – and a fuller explanation of how exactly they all came to know each other.

Not a single second went by that you were in isolation. Eunchae and Asa sat by your sides, hands resting either on your shoulder or your knees. Jiwoo, Kyujin, and Haerin sat by your feet, looking up at whoever spoke.

In the hour or so spent in conversation, your attention wandered to simple details: it was either the relaxation in their shoulders, or the stillness in their smooth legs, or how supply their shirts clung to their chests – which was the exact reaction they wanted. But above all those, what drained you was their attention: they stared at you like they were ready to pounce at you if you so much as sniffled. You weren’t quite sure you’d need to sniffle at all for them to pounce at you anyway, given the circumstances.

Were you falling for the honeypot? Increasingly so.

“God, you girls are a handful,” you sighed, attempting to pack up the dishes before being dragged back down.

“No work for you, daddy,” Kyujin smiled. “We got it.”

“Girls,” you chuckled. “I’m a grown man.”

“It’s your birthday!,” Eunchae lightly patted your arm.

“It’s tomorrow.” The complaint fell on deaf ears.

When lunch was over, you all sat in the same positions, chatting over a series idly played over Netflix. In reality, this was just another moment for the girls to have some more quality time.

Eunchae’s lips buried into your neck while she closed her eyes, its unassuming dryness making them bristle more so than glide over your skin. She breathed easy and softly like your scent was what she needed in her moment of need.

Asa sat quietly, leaning her head on your shoulder. Earlier she looked at your hand on her thin lap, moving to wrap your arm around her shoulders and pat your head. You absentmindedly ran fingers through strands of her hair, and she’d occasionally rub her cheek against your idle palm.

Kyujin clung onto your calf, her grip embracing it like she were hanging on to it off a ledge. Her cheek on your exposed knee molded against its bumps, and she would shift her position while leaving it fastened, like it anchored her.

Jiwoo, on the other leg, rested her smooth arms and chin on your thigh. She was still, the warm, steady breaths cut by sharp bursts of air that were the only indication she hadn’t drifted off to sleep while watching the movie.

And Haerin sat between your legs, your hand rested on the top of her head. You lightly scratched her scalp, petting as you could feel her sink her head into her shoulders in enjoyment.

If there was any tension in the moment, then it was only from the collective of five different metaphorical rubber bands slowly stretching thin. Time slowed, not to a grinding halt but enough that the minutiae of being surrounded and held so affectionately started to slowly coalesce.

You looked to Eunchae, who giggled. You looked to Asa, who puckered her lips teasingly.

You breathed in deeply, then out. The five looked at you with warm concern.

“You’re all particularly touchy today,” you sighed. “And it’s… cute. Frustrating, even.”

“Frustrating how, daddy?,” Asa raised an eyebrow.

You sideeyed her. “You girls gave me the best blowjob of my life a few hours ago, and here you are all pretending you don’t wanna do it again.”

Jiwoo bit her lip. “Is it that obvious, daddy?”

“Yes.”

Eunchae kissed your cheek, closer to your jawline. “Do you want us to stop pretending, daddy?”

That was it.

You held your breath, looking down at Eunchae. Asa did the same, prompting your attention towards her.

“Hey!,” Kyujin whined, climbing up to lean on your thigh and stare you down with a scowl. “I want your attention too.” Jiwoo and Haerin looked up at you too, bodies fully turned towards you.

You chuckled. “Girls. Calm down.”

“But daddy,” Haerin whined, now under Kyujin’s head, “we want you.”

Jiwoo’s hand snaked up onto your erection, there since the first hand touched you. “Don’t you want it too?,” she cooed. Haerin and Kyujin’s hands joined her, the feeling travelling up your abdomen and out of your chest.

“You’re actually going to kill me. I’m gonna get eaten alive.”

“Maybe,” Haerin shrugged. “But we can't help it, daddy. We’ve wanted this so bad.” She leaned in slowly, meeting your lips with caution and care. Your focus was locked into Haerin’s lips, slowly gliding over yours. Jiwoo leaned in to push Haerin aside slowly, also locking your lips with hers. Asa and Eunchae planted a few soft, heavily subdued kisses on your cheeks too, and you tensed up until your whole torso shivered.

It took a mighty amount of restraint from all sides to pause. The five were now almost cheek-to-cheek, surrounding you until the screen and the sunlight were fully blocked.

“One last for daddy, okay, girls?,” Eunchae smirked, all five of them on the floor as they pulled your cock free from your boxer shorts.

It felt like a hammer fell down – or perhaps, like your length, jerked up – when it flicked against your waistband. The girls were absolutely smitten, staring at it with yearning eyes and eager mouths.

“Daddy’s cock,” Kyujin sighed. “Still so big.”

“I love it so much,” Jiwoo smiled.

“How do you wanna do this, girls?,” Eunchae asked.

“Ladies–”

“I want his balls,” Haerin bit her lip.

“I’ll join you,” Asa giggled.

“Can we switch later?,” Kyujin asked.

“Ladies–”

“Relax, daddy,” Eunchae shushed you. “We’re just taking care of you.”

“And you get to watch this time!,” Kyujin grinned, kissing your tip.

“We’ll figure it out,” Jiwoo laughed, urging Eunchae to join her in licking your tip.

Just like that, five mouths came down upon your manhood once again.

How does one elaborate on such a moment? Detailing what each one of them did would make it appear they were five mouths doing their own things; highlighting the feeling would ignore just how hypnotizing the audiovisual masterpiece of glistening lips and tongues around your dick was.

But as Kyujin swirled her tongue over your head, Eunchae and Jiwoo slid their lips across your shaft, and Haerin and Asa sucked on your balls hard, you could only feel the paralysis of pure and peaking bliss. That they swapped around so easily – Kyujin replacing Asa, then Haerin with Jiwoo, then Eunchae with Kyujin, and so on – made it harder to focus on any of them as an anchor.

You were reduced to mumbling and shaky heaving from the overwhelming feeling on your balls, your head, and all sections of your shaft licked and sucked with gusto and coordination. And though you could feel your cock physically ache from earlier, you could barely keep yourself together with their collectively masterful control of your arousal.

“F-fuck, girls, s-slow– fu-uck…”

The swarm of lips and tongues crashed again into your groin like a wave on a barrier. Their full force still came over you, determined to squeeze what little you had left for the day. It felt so overwhelming not because they had become so brazen or daring – the collective obedience, the collective need for your manhood was in and of itself a force almost unstoppable, purely domineering.

Though your eyes were shut in exhaustion, you could tell from the giggles and the unmistakable sound of kissing that they were having fun with the coordinated chaos.

“Daddy, please cum for us,” Asa sighed.

“We’ve been good,” Kyujin mumbled, your cock still in her mouth. “Right, daddy?”

“F– yes,” you groaned, struggling to hold on to a head, a fistful of hair, to no avail.

“Look at us, daddy,” Kyujin begged, directing your gaze to all of their eyes and tongues pointed at one thing and one thing only: your dick.

You could feel your balls squeeze out their painful last, and you groaned and ground your teeth. “Gonna cum.”

They leaned in closer, waiting patiently and licking until it was too late to clench up and mutter a warning.

The first spurt was heavy, the second one heavier. Each spray landed on a face – one for each girl, stopped only by the sheer force of your intent to keep this going as long as possible. Each spurt yielded a light squeal from the five, remarking at how heavy your release was, and you could feel how absolutely spent you were with the deep ache in your core.

When you craned your neck down, the sight was picturesque: their faces were glazed in small globules of stray semen, mostly glistening with still-fresh spit. Their hair was in shambles, likely from rubbing up against each other and the sheer heat that emanated between your legs. Their smiles were wider than they’ve ever been, even if the smudged makeup might say otherwise. Back to where they were earlier.

And, of course, your erection, which twitched as you witnessed their spectacle.

“Still so hard, daddy,” Kyujin gasped.

“D-daddy,” Jiwoo gasped, “we’re drenched.”

“We want to make you feel good, daddy,” Eunchae moaned.

“We wanna empty your balls, daddy,” Asa added.

“Daddy deserves it, doesn’t he?,” Haerin grinned,

You spent the next less-than-ten minutes catching your breath, each of them occasionally breaking the lull with kisses on your legs or your shoulders.

“You haven’t cum in days, haven’t you, daddy?,” Eunchae teased.

And she was right: the flash of days passing by busy reading through essays and lesson plans had you unable to so much as rub one out. That explained both the volume and haste.

“It’s… it’s been a week.”

“Are you sure you aren’t drained yet, daddy?,” Kyujin continued, climbing onto your lap. You could feel your sore shaft pulse itself into hardness, and Kyujin giggled upon noticing it.

“We aren’t done yet, are we?,” Eunchae pouted.

“I can go for round 3,” Haerin added, coming up over Kyujin’s shoulder.

“Me too,” Jiwoo added, joining Kyujin on another lap. “Daddy looks ready.”

Asa pulled your face to her by the chin. “What’s it gonna be?,” she whispered.

“F-fuck, you’re all crazy,” you heaved. “No more. I’m tired.”

“Aww,” they collectively groaned.

“But daddy, you haven’t even seen us naked,” Haerin begged.

“Or fucked us,” Asa pouted, reiterating her earlier point. The thought was very convincing.

“You said tomorrow,” you bargained, “so we’ll– we’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Does that mean, no more…,” Jiwoo pondered, “no more kisses?”

“I wanna keep kissing you, daddy,” Eunchae leaned closer to your cheek.

“Pleaaase,” Kyujin begged.

“Yes, yes,” you acquiesced, “just… holy fuck, give me a break first.”

The girls laughed heartily, lips coming all over you once again, your face passed around once again. This time, you could hear them whisper “I love you”s with every kiss.

Tomorrow will be quite the test.

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A/N: the actual number of drafts and rewrites this took holy shit (1)

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Down bad.

Babymonster's Asa x M!Reader

Note: Special thanks to @mintwithchoco and @woollypoison (my boi TT) for hosting the prompt that you guys have been seeing around for a few days. And of course I need to write Asa.

Moodboard made by both the hosts, and the asa pics are picked by yours truly <3

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You are down bad for Enami Asa.

Yes, your girlfriend. You’re so down bad for her.

There's no other way to phrase it. You are down bad, like so down bad. You remember how she takes her coffee, how your walking pace slows down subconsciously just so you stay beside her, and how you always apologise first even if you're unsure what the hell you did.

Which…is probably why you're standing frozen in the middle of your shared living apartment, staring at the floor with the heart stuck in your throat. The vase is in pieces. Shattered. Obliterated. You had to look again, and yes, it is the vase that Asa bought when you both first moved into the place. Porcelain shards scatter across the vinyl floor, the flowers that were inside now lay on the ground. The horrible quiet afterwards makes your spine shivers, and it takes you a moment before you register what just happened.

"Oh fuck."

You drop to your knees immediately, and your hands do this weird hovering thing as if magic will come out to repair it. "Ah shit, fuck. No, no, no. Okay. Fine. Hell no it's not fine, but it's, hm.. Can I glue this? People glue stuff all the time, right?" You ramble as panic begins to climb fast. "I'll just carefully—"

"You're rambling to yourself again."

You let out a hiccup as you hear the voice coming from behind you. You slowly turn around and, ah shit.

Asa's standing there. In the doorway, smiling. You know those smiles that aren't tight-lipped nor polite, but the soft and fond smile like she's in love? Yeah, the kind she always gives you when you're darn stupid but endearing. The hoodie sleeves (wait, pretty sure that hoodie is yours) covering her hands, her long pink hair a little messy, and completely calm.

Your heart drops down straight to your stomach. "Oh, hey, Asa."

She walks over with light steps, and you could only stand there and watch her approach like a kid watching his parents coming over to see the shitshow but you're powerless to stop it. She looks down at the crime scene on the floor, then back at you…and still smiling. Ah, shit.

"Did something happen?" Gosh, the sweet note in her voice and the way she keeps her smile on makes you sweat buckets.

"I…uh.."

SMACK.

Her hand comes down flat against your upper back. Well, it wasn't hard enough to hurt, but surely hard enough to make a statement, and hard enough for you to yelp.

She's mumbling as she keeps smacking you, accompanied by low and rapid mumbles that are absolutely not Korean. Her smile is still there, but it scares the shit out of you. You don't understand the full phrase, but you don't need to — she always does this when she's seriously mad yet doesn't look like she is. It's clear that your days are so numbered (Well, not really, but let’s not go to the gritty details.)

“…okay, okay, ow ow ow!” you wheeze, hands up. “I deserved that. I deserved that.”

She gives you one more sharp pat between the shoulders like she’s finishing the thought, then finally steps back. The smile fades just a little as she looks at the broken pieces again. "That was my favourite vase, you know? Your mom bought it for us when we first rented this place." Her voice remains light, but her eyes surely aren't.

“I know,” you say immediately. “I’m really sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to. I was reaching for my phone and—”

She sighs, rubbing her temples, then points at the floor. “Clean it up, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And don’t cut yourself,” she adds flatly. “That would make me even more annoyed.”

“Copy that.”

You kneel back down, carefully picking up each shard like a grenade that might explode in your face if you move wrong. But that is nothing compared to the intense glare you can feel from behind. Asa sighs and mutters under her breath again, probably not a compliment. Your shoulders slump.

Damn it. Right when the trip is tomorrow as well. You pray that a good night's sleep will sooth her anger away. Hopefully.

-

Yeah she is still mad, and you can absolutely feel the energy from behind before you both even reach the departure gate.

Sunglasses indoors. Her arms crossed so tight like she refuses to be near you. Her noise-cancelling headphones are in, of course they are. Asa walks half a step ahead of you, rolling her suitcase like she's about to do business and you're just a mess. Adding the cherry on top, she hasn't looked at you once, like at all.

You trail after her like a kicked puppy, passport in one hand, phone in the other, guilt sitting heavy in your chest. Every few steps, you open your mouth like you’re going to say something. Every time, you close it again, not daring to add more fuel to the fire that is Enami Asa. Far out, you dream of this trip as a super romantic alone time with your favourite girl, envisioning moments of you holding her hands through security while whispering dumb dad jokes in line. Letting Asa take a selfie at the gate for her to brag with her friends.

Nah, just penance now.

It was so awkward when checking in with the attendant. Asa refused to answer when he asked if you two travelled together. She slides her passport across the counter without a word. It's only when the attendant asks again when she nods and still refuses to look at you.

You tried again while waiting for your boarding passes with utmost care. Still nothing. (You sigh and stare very hard at the floor afterwards.)

Security is worse. Much, much worse. She goes through first — shoes off, bag in the tray, smooth and efficient. You? Fumbling behind her, almost forget to take your camera out, which earns a disappointed look from the staff. By the time you catch up to her on the other side, she’s already putting her headphones back on.

“Hey,” you say softly. “Can you—”

She finally looks at you. Just a glance over the top of her sunglasses. One eyebrow raised.

You swallow. “…Can you pause your music for a second? Please? Asa?”

She stares at you for a long moment, then sighs dramatically and slides one side of the headphones off. “Five seconds.”

"Okay. I just want to say… you're still upset, I know. I get it. I just—” You hesitate, then push through. “I don’t want this trip to feel bad for you.”

“Totally not.” she says, quiet but sharp. Ah shit. That one cuts deep when she uses sarcasm.

"Okay, okay, I hear you." You say quickly. "I'll…make up to you. Whatever you want. Shopping. Food. Fun stuff. I'll behave. I'll be good."

She scoffs. "What are you doing? You aren't a dog."

"I can be." The fuck, your mouth yaps before your brain registered. “W-well, I mean, maybe not walk on all fours, but, you know, I just blur— ugh, I don’t know anymore.”

That…somehow brings out a snort from her? Guess that is a small win.

At the gate, she takes the seat farthest from you. You sit one chair away. Not next to her. You’ve learned your lesson. Minutes pass, and you watch people board, announcements echo overhead. Asa is at the corner of your peripheral, tapping her foot, adjusting her sleeve, and (obviously) keep glancing at you.

Eventually, she pulls one headphone off again.

“You’re carrying my bag,” she says.

Your head snaps up. “I am?”

“Yes, please.” she says, already pushing it toward you with her foot. “My shoulder hurts.”

You grab it instantly. “Aye aye. I’ve got it.”

She pauses, watching you sling it over your shoulder.

“…And you’re buying extra complimentary meals on the plane for me,” she adds.

“Absolutely.”

“And if I want snacks—” “Yes.”

“And if I want something from duty free—” “My wallet is ready. I have a dedicated saving plan named ‘To calm my girlfriend’.”

She tightly compressed her lips (but fails to contain the corner of her mouth from going up), and puts her headphones back on.

-

The first thing she does when you both arrive in Sydney is dragging you straight into the duty free store at the corner, as she commanded.

Her fingers hook around your wrist the moment you clear arrivals with a firm grip. You can definitely tell jet lag did jack shit to her at all. If anything, Asa looks far, far, far happier than yesterday. Sunglasses finally gone, her eyes sparkles like she has been waiting for the torture of your wallet.

“I wanna look around,” she says, already veering toward a store. You barely have time to nod before she’s gone, pulling you along.

You step inside and already want to kill the dumbass that broke her vase yesterday. They aren't lying when the statistic says that Sydney is one of the most expensive cities. The lights are too bright. The shelves are too clean. The prices, oh god the fucking prices. Yeah, they might as well be written in blood. You glance at a tag and feel your stomach churning.

“Take your time,” you croak, voice cracking just a little.

Asa doesn’t even pretend to hear the pain in it. “Oh, I will, baby. You're the best.”

Well, at least she looks like she's having fun. Fingers brushing over fabrics, pausing at mirrors, holding things up to herself with those cute light hums. You just stand a few steps behind her, smiling outside while shaking inside.

She lifts up a dress. "Baby, what do you think of this one?"

You ignore the tag. Swallow. "Looks great. I like the floral."

"Really?" "Very. Spectacular, even."

She smiles faintly and adds it to your arms. Then another. Then a third.

"Shoes?" She crouches before she even asks you.

“You already have—” You stop yourself. Clear your throat. “I mean, those would look really nice with the dress.”

"Which one?" You point at the more expensive pair without even checking.

She watches you for a second, then smirks. “Good answer.” And your arms (and your eyes) are starting to burn. Accessories come next. Sunglasses. A handbag she absolutely does not need but claims “feels right.” Every time she turns to you, eyes bright, asking, “This one or that one?” and you could only choose the pricier option. You don't want to find out what happens otherwise. And by the time you reach the counter, you're sweating. Profusely. More than the meme. Literally, you can see the number of zeroes all the way from where you are.

You stare at it in silence as the cashier hands it over with a polite smile that feels vaguely judgmental. Asa doesn’t look at the total. She just turns and walks away, completely trusting you to deal with the consequences (Wish she didn't.) By the time you leave the store, your wallet feels lighter, yet your arms are full. Bags hang off your wrists, your elbows, one awkwardly hooked around your fingers. Asa, meanwhile, walks ahead of you, suitcase rolling smoothly behind her. She’s humming softly, mood visibly lighter, steps bouncier than they’ve been since the vase incident.

She glances back once, and finally slows herself down to walk backward in front of you. "Why are you so quiet?"

"Nothing…just like my wallet that is slowly draining away."

She stops, then turns fully to face you. And she smiles, clearly amused and satisfied. "Aw, you’re so nice, my boyfriend." she huffs. "You're learning."

You groan. "I swear I will run out of money before we reach the final day."

She steps closer, fixes the strap of one bag slipping off your arm.

“Worth it,” she says lightly, then turns and keeps walking.

…Gosh damn it, she looks so cool.

-

Manly Beach is bright enough to hurt your eyes.

The sky is an aggressive blue, the kind that feels fake, like someone cranked the saturation up just to show off. Sunlight bounces off the water in blinding shards, waves rolling in with that steady, confident rhythm that makes the city behind you feel very far away.

Asa, somehow, looks like she belongs here. She’s already changed into her yellow swimsuit by the time you spread the towel out, hair tied up neatly, a few loose strands catching the light. Her skin glows—actually glows—and you have the very irrational thought that the sun is trying to compete with her and losing (Damn it, she looks so pretty.)

Before you can even sit down, she shoves her phone to you.

"Photos." "We just got here."

"Exactly." She says. "Good lighting."

“How many?” you ask, already standing.

She squints at you over her sunglasses. “Yes.”

You sigh, but take the phone.

And the next twenty minutes are pure labour. You crouch low in the sand. Stand back up. Take three steps back, then another two because “the angle’s weird.” You nearly get your shoes soaked when a wave rushes in unexpectedly (didn't even have time to take it off, dang it).

“Careful,” Asa says, not even pretending to sound concerned.

“You’re the one making me walk into the ocean,” you mutter.

She poses like she’s been doing this her whole life. Chin tilted just right. One leg bent. Fingers brushing sand like it’s an accident. Looking over her shoulder with that soft and gentle expression that makes your chest tumbling in infatuation and love for no good reason.

She glances at you. “You’re too far left.”

“I am literally standing in the water.” “Shush, commit, and stop whining.”

You take another step back. The water laps at your ankles.

“This is how I die,” you tell her.

She smiles sweetly. “At least I’ll have good photos.”

"Fuck you, Asa-ya."

"I might let you if you're doing well. Now shut up and keep doing it."

“Wait, hu–” “Don’t look into it.”

Click. Click. Click.

“More,” she says. “But more candid.”

You stare at her. “You are literally staring into the camera.”

“I can candidly stare.” “That’s not how—”

“Again.”

You lower the phone, drag a hand down your face, then lift it back up. You take more shots. From above. From below. From an angle that makes your knees ache. Finally, she walks over and snatches the phone back, sitting down on the towel while she scrolls. Her lips purse. Her brow furrows slightly. You stand there, waiting, like a student awaiting results.

“…This one’s cute,” she says eventually. You never knew your internal thoughts can scream so loud.

She rummages in her bag and pulls out the sunscreen, holding it out toward you without looking. You take it carefully like a loaded weapon.

“…Front or back?” you ask.

She glances over her shoulder at you. “Back first.”

You hesitate. “Okay. Just—tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

She exhales, settling down in front of you. “Don’t rush. And don’t get distracted.”

“I won’t.” “And don’t look around.”

You swallow. “I’m not even blinking.”

She huffs, amused despite herself, and tilts her head slightly, giving you access to her shoulders. The sun beats down on both of you and the waves crashing softly in the background. You're lathering sunscreen onto her back, not daring to miss any spot. Life is good.

Well, not so good when a flash of colour catches your eye. A group of girls walk past along the shoreline. Bright bikinis. Well-endowed. Laughing. With a carefree energy that made you involuntarily glance, and of course Asa notices.

"…What are you looking at, honey?" Her voice is low but stern enough to make your stomach drop.

"I wasn't looking, I swear! I mean, I was looking at the water!"

Like the hell she would buy that lame excuse. You'd know. Look at how her brow furrowed, eyes narrowing over the top of her sunglasses. "The water doesn't— whatever, eyes on me. You understand?"

"Only you. Always you."

She huffs and then mutters under her breath again, probably cursing you in Japanese though you can’t understand a word. Her hands come down sharply on your shoulder, enough to make you flinch. “Okay, okay!” You stammer. “I won’t look. Promise. You’re literally the only thing in my field of vision.”

Asa straightens and taps her foot on the towel, letting the tension linger for a second longer. Then, with a faint smirk that barely softens the scolding, she leans back all relaxed and cosy. “…Better,” she says, still eyeing you like a hawk and with a puffy cheek. “I’m watching. Don’t even think about it.”

You force yourself to focus, squeezing the sunscreen into her shoulders, trying not to glance anywhere else. And every time your brain wanders, every time your eyes flick even slightly, you catch her sharp gaze and remember exactly who you’re here for. And who really is the girl that lives rent free in your head 24/7.

And fucking hell, she's hot.

-

Your wallet was on life support. But you can't send the poor lad to the hospital when Asa's eyes light up. Especially when the laminated menu lands on the table. To be fair, Shore Beach Club does look pretty with the whole outdoor décor on the rooftop, especially on a sunny day like this.

But you'd prefer to enjoy this moment without the doom (and the shattered vase) looming at the back of your head as Asa leans closer to read. "Wow, they have a lot of cute cocktails."

"Uhuh, uhuh." You squint at the prices.

"I will only get one drink." Asa looks up at you with a smile far too sweet. And what the hell can you really say?

"…Go ahead, baby."

An hour later, you are several drinks deep. Your table is crowded with empty glasses, nearly-finished seafood dishes (that you mostly eat to not waste it), and a receipt you are actively pretending doesn't exist.

Asa? Your girl is having the time of her life. She's giggling into her glass, head tipped back slightly, and cheeks warm both from the sun and the alcohol. It's light and cute, the one that always makes your heart flutters. You're so charmed by her, you didn't notice how she steals a sip from your drink without asking.

"Ew." "Ya, you literally picked that."

"I ordered it for you." She pushes it back to your side. "And damn it, why does it taste so funky?"

"You probably tasted the regret oozing from me."

She laughs at you. 'You're so poetic today."

"Whatever…" You shake your head as you watch her poke at a plate of grilled octopus.

"This is actually so good. Here, try this, baby." She holds a fork out toward you. You lean forward and take the bite, barely registering the taste because she’s watching you so closely.

"…worth the bill." You resign. And of course, she grins victoriously as she flags the server for another round.

By the time you two get back to the beach, the sun has begun to dip. The turns warm and golden, stretching long shadows across the sand. The beach starts to thin out, with families packing up, some surfers heading home, and the breezes picking up.

You're about to plop to the sand and enjoy the afternoon wind (after that whole mess) then Asa suddenly tightens her grip around your wrist. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

She doesn’t answer. Just pulls you along, past the edge of the bar, down toward a quieter stretch of sand where the light is dimmer and the waves sound louder. The air feels cooler here, and more private. She stops abruptly and turns to face you. Up close, she still smiles, but there is a softer note on her now. Her eyes search your face, which lowkey scares the shit out of you. Who knows what else she can do this time?

"You behaved really well today."

Well that definitely caught you off guard. "…I did?"

She nods. "You carried my bags. Took photos for me." She pauses, licking her lips. “...and almost didn't look at other girls."

"I didn't want to do that…" you mutter.

She ignores it. "Well, and you let me be mad at you." That makes your chest tighten at how soft her voice is. "I really love that vase, you know? Your mom took a lot of time choosing it for us too."

"I know. And I'm still sorry."

“Let’s tell Mom and apologise together the next time we meet her, ok?” She slowly reaches to your hand and holds it, her thumbs gently swirling the palm. “Just so we don’t make her worry.”

“Will do, Asa-ya.” You smile. “I’m sorry again.”

She steps close enough that the faint scent of her coconut sunscreen and whatever cocktails that are still on her breath wraps around you. "I know you are," Her fingers slide up your arm slowly until they curl around the back of your neck. “And you’ve been so good for me all day… following my words without complaining too much.”

Her thumb brushes your lips, pressing hard enough that you know it's a cue to open it. And damn it, your pulse goes haywire at her touch. "So…I'm going to reward you now."

"Reward?"

"Uhuh. Open your mouth for me, baby."

"Eh? Why?" "J-just do it. I’m as embarrassed as you are."

You don't even think. You just do what she said — lips parting, tongue resting obediently against your bottom teeth. Asa leans in until her lips are dangerously close to yours while not breaking eye contact. Then you can hear how she audibly gathers saliva and builds those spits, letting it pool on her tongue long enough for you to see it until she spits straight into your waiting mouth.

Replay that again. She spits straight into your mouth.

And of course, you savour it, because why wouldn't you? (It’s your girlfriend.) The taste of her, a sweet note from the cocktails, and the salty note from the air, meets your tongue. "Swallow." And damn right you swallow on command and let out a low sound that is half groan, half surrender.

"Good boy."

Before you can spit out anything to refute, her mouth is on yours, and you get to enjoy the full course.

It's not gentle, that's for sure. Her tongue pushes past your lips like she owns it, tangling with yours, and licking the lingering trace of her spit deeper. She kisses you filthy and slow, teeth grazing your bottom lip, and sucking lightly until you feel it throb. You kept gasping for air, but Asa makes sure to not let you with the relentless tongue action. One hand stays locked at the nape of your neck and holds you exactly where she wants you, while the other slips down to fist the front of your T-shirt.

You can taste everything, all the rum and pineapple and her, and it makes your head spin worse than the drinks ever did. She moans softly into your mouth, that damn pleased little hum that vibrates through you, and you answer it by your hands finally daring to settle on her hips.

She finally pulls back just far enough to speak against your swollen lips.

“See?” she breathes, voice husky while ignoring how red her own face has become. “This is what happens when you’re good for me.”

You’re breathing hard, dizzy, and aching in the most euphoric way possible. “I’ll be good forever if this is the reward.”

She giggles and nips your lower lip once more before stepping back, leaving you standing there wrecked in the fading light. "Well, aren’t you such a good boy for me."

“Maybe I am if you stop being as red as a tomato.”

‘Stop ittt…” She buries her face straight to your chest and let out the cutest whine in the world. 

Yep. You are so down bad for Enami Asa.

[coldfanbou]

Stress Relief Mama

Sana helps us relieve stress after a long day. She'll be nice and gentle with us, before letting us take over. Sana is a good Mommy. Sidenote: This is also part of my little Tinkerbell Universe.

Length 2.6K

Sana x Mreader

You trudge through the city streets, your body tired after a long day at work. You had only one thing to look forward to today: visiting Sana. You had made the appointment a few days earlier, and today was the day. You would get to relieve all your stress and just let her take care of you. You get to the street and immediately see the shining lights cast on the sidewalk. It was busy as always, with tons of people coming just to watch the potential shows on the first floor. You make your way in and tell the worker behind the counter about your appointment with Sana. He checks his list before calling the room to make sure Sana is ready. Once that was done, you’re led over to the room. You wait a moment at the door before twisting the knob and opening it. 

You see Sana on the other side, naked as the day she was born and smiling warmly. “Welcome back, baby!” She chirps, giggling as she pulls you in, grabs your jacket, takes it off you, and places it on a clothing rack. The young woman hurries to the bed, sitting down in the middle before looking at you.

“Come here, come to Mommy,” Sana said, warmly reaching out for you. You walk over to her and crash on top of her, resting against her chest. “You worked really hard today, didn’t you?” You nod, eyes struggling to stay open. “My poor baby,” she whispered, rubbing your head. Sana wrapped her arms around your head, holding it against her chest. “Mommy should give you something as a reward for all your hard work.” The young woman slowly let go of your head, “Lay on your back, baby. Let Mommy take all these clothes off you.” As you roll off Sana, she works to get your pants off you. You help her by kicking them off, along with your underwear. Sana giggles as she notices your cock already twitching. “Oh, I think my baby knows what I was planning.” She pats your stomach, “I’ll start soon enough.” Sana reaches for your shirt next, pulling it off and away from your tired body.  “There, all done.” She smiles. 

Sana leans in with her bare breasts inches from your face. She glances down, meeting your eyes. “Go ahead, baby.” She says with a smile. “You can suck on Mommy’s tits. I’ll deal with this,” she grinned, her hand wrapping around your shaft. You latch onto one of Sana’s tits, your tongue swirling around her soft nipple. She moans softly, leaning in further until she’s resting the soft mound against your face. “That’s it, baby. You’ve had a long day, you deserve this.” She says softly, her hand moving along your shaft. Sana takes her time going from base to tip; the pace is agonizing. You can’t complain, though. When she stops at the tip, Sana brings her thumb up and rubs the head. It sends a shiver down your spine. “Does this feel good?” 

You nod, it feels great. Sana smiles and keeps her thumb circling the tip for a little bit longer. Slowly, her hand comes back down to the base of your shaft before rising again. You moan against Sana’s breast, enjoying the small waves of pleasure. Your tongue flicks her nipple as you move it around the small nub. It starts to harden. As you flick the nub a few more times, Sana lets out a moan of her own. “You’re making Mommy feel good.” Sana unconsciously speeds her hand up, her arousal screwing with the rhythm she had built. As the pleasure builds, you suck a little harder, drawing another moan out from Sana. “Ah, I’m sorry, baby, Mommy doesn’t have any milk.” She moaned, rubbing her legs together. They were growing slick with her nectar as you continued to suck on her tits. Sana pursed her lips, her eyes shifting from your face to your cock. She noticed the precum leaking from the tip before looking back at you. She debated cutting things earlier and riding you, but she wanted to give you the full experience. She set aside her own desires for the moment and stayed on track.

Her hand continued to slide along your shaft, moving quickly now. “Mommy wants you to cum. You can cum whenever you want, okay, baby?” You nod along, your cock already throbbing as Sana rubs the tip again. Her hand was becoming coated in your precum, and Sana was using it so her hand glided across your shaft. Her grip tightened as your cock began to throb. “Are you going to cum?” She asked you, tilting her head. When you nod, she smiles, happy that you’re going to cum soon. Her own desires were getting to her. Sana's hand sped up, “Cum for Mommy. I want to see just how much cum my baby has.” The muscles in your legs tighten as you near your climax. A moment later, your cum spurts out, coating Sana’s hand. The thick sticky liquid clings to her hand as she milks you. “Looks like you have a lot.”She giggles, bringing her stained hand to her lips. Sana drags her tongue along her palm, tasting the salty liquid. 

She turns to you, “I think it’s time for Mommy to make you feel really good.” Sana cleans her hand with a tissue from the nightstand before climbing on top of you. She rests on top of your cock, trapping it between her body and yours. Her wet slit rubs against it as she rocks back and forth. Sana moans softly, her body runs hot, needy after you tased her tits so much. She rises slowly and grabs your cock, rubbing the head against her slit. “Mommy’s been waiting all day for this. Do you want to be inside Mommy’s tight pussy?”

“Yes, Mommy,” you moan. Sana smiles and lowers herself slowly. You push apart her lips, entering the warm cavern. You both let out long moans as she brings more of your cock inside, her walls hug your shaft, clinging to it as she settles against your body. “My baby is so big,” Sana moans, rubbing her belly. “I can feel you all the way up here,” she says, a slight tease. Sana bends over and kisses you. Her soft lips press against yours, “Mommy will take all your stress away,” she whispers, her sweet words lingering as she begins to move along your shaft. Sana stays close to you, her nipples dragging along your chest as she rocks her hips to slide along your cock. “Do you like being inside more than my hand?” You nod quickly, struggling to form words to respond. You make Sana giggle again, “Aww, my poor baby can’t speak.” Sana slows her movement, relinquishing control as she speaks, “I want my baby to show me just how much he loves his Mommy.” Sana sits up and brings your hands to her waist. You’re unable to resist the warmth and tightness of her cunt, and with your freedom, you begin to drive your cock into Sana. Sana’s head rolls back as you thrust into her, the pleasure fills her body as you thrust into her in a fervor. Sana bites her lip, reveling in the way you slammed yourself into her. “My baby loves his Mommy so much,” She moans, placing her hands on your chest to support herself. “Keep fucking Mommy. Give Mommy everything you have.”

“Yes, Mommy,” you reply, continuing your thrusts. Sana’s walls tighten around you. The pleasure is unbearable. You already feel like you're reaching your climax, but you hold it back for now. You were enjoying Sana’s slick cunt too much. You slide in and out of Sana with ease. Each thrust is easier than the last as your cock becomes slick with her nectar. 

Sana’s tits bounce and jiggle as you slam your body against hers, “Oh, my baby is thrusting so hard. Are you trying to get Mommy pregnant? Maybe I’ll let you this time.” She teases you. 

You lean up, and Sana meets you in the middle for a kiss, you slip your tongue past her lips, and she welcomes you in. “Mommy, I’m going to cum,” you warn. 

“That’s okay, baby. Cum inside Mommy if you have to.” Sana moans, continuing the kiss as she feels your grip on her waist tighten. As Sana rides you, she feels your cock begin to throb. She purses her lip, waiting for the moment you start ot cum inside her. Sana feels your thrust speed up like a piston before you slam her body down and impale her on your cock, your cum shooting into her. She cries out from the pleasure, her own climax being triggered. Sana’s walls clamp down on your cock, milking it for all she can. Sana can feel her womb being filled and moans, “You're filling Mommy so much.” 

Sana grinds against your cock, moaning softly. Warmth from your cum spreads across her body. You both slowly cool down from your orgasms. Sana presses her lips against yours again, a soft kiss before she pulls away. She giggles softly. She places her hand just above her slit, “Your cock twitched inside when I kissed you. Does my baby have more cum he needs to get out?”

“I want to cum inside Mommy again,” you tell her. Sana brushes her thumb across your cheek and smiles.

“You can cum inside Mommy as much as you want. I said I was going to get it all out of you.” Sana rolls, so you’re lying on top of her. “Go ahead, baby, fuck Mommy all you want.” Your cock twitches again, making Sana laugh again. You drag your length out of her, leaving just the head inside. You glance at Sana. She gives you a nod, and you ram your cock back inside her. She cries out as you fill her again. You’re both overly sensitive now. That thrust made the pleasure feel like electricity shooting through your body. Sana wraps her legs around you, keeping you deep inside even as you thrust. “Mmm, that’s it, baby,” Sana whispers into your ear. Her words fuel you to keep going. 

Your thrusts come and go quickly. You feel Sana’s cunt clamping down on your cock as she nears her climax. As you look at her, Sana is biting her bottom lip, containing her moans. Your cock throbs as you near your climax. “I’m cumming, Mommy.” You tell Sana. She wraps her legs around you tightly, forcing you deeper into her messy cunt. 

“Cum inside, Mommy. Show her how much you love her.” She moans, holding you against her. 

Your thrusts continue even as your orgasm comes. You keep moving, as you profess your love for Sana and her body. “I love you, Mommy. I love your pussy, Mommy,” you shout as you pour the last of your cum inside her. 

“Mommy loves you, too.” Sana moans, cradling you as you bury yourself inside her depths. Sana clings to you, keeping her legs crossed behind you as your softens inside her. “You came inside me so much, baby.” She says, patting your head. You rest against her chest, hearing her heartbeat as your energy slowly recovers. “Did Mommy satisfy your needs, baby?”

“Yes, Mommy,” you mutter, still low on energy. You rest in that position for a few minutes before the timer eventually goes off. 

“Aw, boo, it’s time for you to go, baby,” Sana says with a pout. She uncrosses her legs and lets you pull out of her. Your cum starts seeping out of her cunt, but Sana pays it no attention. “You’ll come back soon, right?” She asks. “You’ll visit Mommy again, right?”

“Of course,” you tell her with a smile. “It was nice spending time with you.”

Sana smiles and places her hands on your shoulders, massaging them as you put on your pants. “That makes me really happy. I’ll make sure to wear something really nice as a present. So make sure to call ahead. Sana leans in, her warm breath on your ear as she sweetly whispers, “What do you want to see your slutty Mommy wearing?”

You gulp, considering what you should have her wear. You shiver as she blows air into your ear. “You don’t have to tell me now, but make sure you do. I can wear a school uniform, be a little bunny for you, or maybe you want to marry your Mommy.” Each idea sounds amazing on its own. You start getting hard again, imagining the options. Sana hands you your shirt and helps you get it on. 

The young woman walks you to the door and gives you a quick peck on the cheek as you leave, waving at you naked in the doorway until you turn the corner. 

Now that you were gone, Sana shut the door and settled herself back on the bed. She would have at least half an hour before the next customer came in. Sana grabbed her phone from the stand instead and made a call, talking about her experience with one of the other workers. She just loved giving the new girls tips. Some might not be able to play the mommy role, but she knew giving them any help would be valuable. 

Sana considered what else she could tell the young worker. “Ya, Sullyoon. Why don’t we put on a special? The two of us together? I think it would be pretty good, wouldn’t you?”

On the other end of the phone, Sullyoon thought about it. “Mmm, I don’t know Sana. I’m not sure I’m ready to work with someone. I just started at Tinkerbell a few weeks ago.”

“But it would be great!” Sana whines, “People say we look a lot alike. We could do a Mommy Daughter roleplay for the customers!” The idea was something Sana really enjoyed; it added another erotic element she thought would be good for everyone. Sullyoon was not so convinced, however. “Oh, oh, we could have Miyeon come in too! An Aunt, Daughter, and Mommy! It would be great!” Sullyoon began to think this was more of a way for Sana to satisfy her cravings than for work, but she wouldn’t say that to her directly.

“I’ll think about it, Sana. Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your next customer?”

“I have time,” Sana replied. 

“Ah, well…why don’t you call Miyeon and ask if she would do it first? That way, we know for sure if the option is open.” Sullyoon only proposed the idea so that Sana would end the call. She wasn’t interested in joining the pairing. Sana jumped at the thought, assuming Sullyoon did have an interest if it was the three of them. The call soon ended, and Sana was off to call her friend. Sullyoon had thought she got away from it, only for Sana to call back a few minutes later.

“She said yes!”

“Ah, did she?” Sullyon asked, less than excited that the call had only lasted a few minutes. She had assumed Miyeon would’ve said no, but now things were backfiring. The young woman didn’t want to be rude to her elders, and after leading Sana along, she felt like she had to do it. “Alright, then, let’s do it. Let’s talk about this when we’re all working.”

“Alrighty!” Sana chirped, ending the call. Sullyoon hung her head and sighed. She preferred working alone. She considered just calling in sick on various days, but she knew Sana would keep asking until they did. So it would be Miyeon, Sana, and her as a package deal one of these days. All Sullyoon could hope for was that the time would go by quickly.

[lessserseller]

Comforting Nayeon

ft. TWICE's Nayeon

Words: 1,117

Tags: Nayeon x M reader, Vanilla, Masturbation, Best Friend

The rain pattered against the windows of your small apartment, a fitting backdrop to the storm brewing in Nayeon's eyes. You'd been best friends since your college days—Nayeon, the vibrant idol from Twice, always the one to light up a room with her bubbly laugh, and you, the steady constant in her chaotic life. But tonight, as she sat on your couch, knees drawn up to her chest, that spark was dimmed by tears streaking her flawless face.

'He cheated on me,' she whispered, her voice cracking as she clutched a tissue. 'I found out today. Some girl from his work. How could he do that? After everything

Your heart ached for her. You'd always been there, through her debut struggles, her late-night rants about schedules, even the quiet moments when she'd crash at your place after a long day. Without thinking, you moved closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 'Nayeon, I'm so sorry. That guy's an idiot. You deserve so much better.'

She leaned into you, her body trembling with quiet sobs. Her perfume—something sweet and floral—filled the air between you. Minutes passed like that, until her breathing steadied a little. 'Can you... can you just hold me? I feel so tense everywhere.'

You nodded, your hand gently rubbing her back. 'Here, lie down. Let me give you a massage. It'll help relax you.' It was innocent enough, something you'd done before after her tough dance practices. She hesitated for a second, then stretched out on the couch, her head resting on a pillow, face down. Her simple tank top and shorts clung to her curves, the fabric soft against her skin.

You knelt beside her, your hands warm as they pressed into her shoulders. She let out a soft sigh, her muscles knotted from the stress. 'That feels good,' she murmured, her voice muffled. You worked methodically, thumbs circling the base of her neck, sliding down her spine. Her skin was smooth under the thin strap of her top, and as you kneaded her lower back, she arched slightly, a small hum escaping her lips.

'You're always so good at this,' she said, turning her head to glance at you. Her eyes, still red-rimmed, held a vulnerability that made your chest tighten. 'I don't know what I'd do without you.'

Emboldened by her words, your hands ventured lower, massaging the dip of her waist, then the swell of her hips. She didn't pull away; instead, she shifted, parting her legs just a fraction. The air grew thicker, charged with something unspoken. Your fingers brushed the edge of her shorts, and she shivered.

'Nayeon... is this okay?' you asked, your voice low, heart pounding.

She bit her lip, nodding slowly. 'Yeah... it feels nice. Keep going.' Her tone was soft, laced with a need that mirrored the heat building in you.

Your palms glided over the fabric of her shorts now, pressing into her thighs. She was so close, her body responding to every touch—her breaths coming quicker, her hips subtly lifting. Emboldened, one hand slid upward, cupping the curve of her ass through the thin material. She gasped, a mix of surprise and something deeper.

'Oh... there,' she breathed, her voice husky. 'That spot... it's so tense.'

You squeezed gently, feeling the firmness beneath, then let your fingers trail inward, toward the warmth between her legs. The outline of her pussy was evident through the shorts, the fabric slightly damp already. Your thumb grazed over it, light at first, testing.

Nayeon's reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath, her body tensing then melting under your touch. 'Mmm... what are you doing?' she whispered, but there was no protest, only a curious arousal in her eyes as she peeked back at you.

'Touching you where it feels good,' you replied, your voice steady despite the rush of blood in your ears. 'Tell me if you want me to stop.'

She shook her head, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. 'No... don't stop. It feels... really good.' Her words were genuine, laced with the raw emotion of the night—hurt turning into hunger. You pressed firmer, rubbing slow circles over her clothed pussy, feeling the heat radiate through the fabric. She moaned softly, her thighs parting wider, inviting more.

'God, your hands... they're making me so wet,' she admitted, her voice trembling with vulnerability. 'I shouldn't... but I need this. After what he did, I just want to feel wanted.'

Her confession hit you hard, fueling the intimacy. You leaned down, your free hand stroking her hair as you continued the motion, your fingers now tracing the seam of her shorts, pressing against her folds. She rocked against your hand, small whimpers escaping her lips, her body arching in desperate need.

'You're beautiful, Nayeon. So responsive,' you murmured, your thumb finding the spot where her clit would be, circling it through the barrier. She cried out, a genuine, breathy sound that sent a jolt straight to your core.

'Please... more,' she begged, her voice breaking with emotion. 'I feel so empty inside. Touch me deeper.'

The plea was all you needed. With careful fingers, you hooked the edge of her shorts and panties, tugging them aside just enough. Her pussy was exposed now—slick, pink folds glistening with arousal, her entrance clenching in anticipation. You slid one finger along her slit, coating it in her wetness, before pressing the tip against her opening.

Nayeon's eyes widened, her breath hitching as you pushed in slowly. 'Ahh... yes,' she gasped, her walls tight and warm around your digit. She was soaking, her body gripping you like it had been waiting for this. You curled your finger slightly, stroking her inner walls, feeling her pulse around you.

'How does that feel?' you asked, your voice thick with desire, watching her face contort in pleasure.

'Incredible,' she panted, her hips bucking to meet your thrust. 'Deeper... make me forget him. Make me yours.' Tears of release mixed with her moans now, the emotional weight escalating as pleasure overtook the pain. You added a second finger, pumping steadily, your thumb returning to rub her clit in firm circles.

She shattered quickly, her pussy clenching hard around your fingers, a flood of warmth coating your hand as she came with a cry—raw, unfiltered, her body shaking in waves of ecstasy. 'Oh god... I'm cumming... for you,' she sobbed, the words genuine and arousing, pulling you deeper into the moment.

As she came down, panting and spent, she reached for your hand, guiding it to her lips to kiss your fingers clean. 'Thank you,' she whispered, eyes locking with yours, the intimacy between best friends forever changed.

[jmuns-kpop]

The Birds and the Bees

~Twice's Nayeon (x Male Reader), Smut, 2.1 k words, Oneshot

Read it on Fanprose

A/N 1: PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME

A/N 2: Another one shot and PURE bfh. Written in like 2 hours. Please see author's note 1

My apologies, dear reader, but this is not a story about the birds and the bees. There will be no perverse penetration, no repulsive reproduction, not even a smidge of foul fetus making.

It will, however, be raucous enough to feature other such deplorable acts, the likes of which I shall keep you oblivious— for story purposes, thank you very much.

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The lecture hall stood empty, projector humming as it shined rays of blue onto the empty screen. Even Professor Hark had left, rolling his eyes.

Save for two, of course. You, the undergrad student with certainly not enough time to be conversing about stupid things, and Nayeon, the TA who happily indulged in conversations less than intellectual.

You leaned back in one of the shitty plastic chairs the architect of this establishment deemed studious. “Oh, come on. You think it would be better to be a bee? What the fuck would you do as a bee,” you said in that tone you always took, the one that egged her on.

Nayeon crossed her bare legs on Professor Hark’s soft wheely chair, still a respectable distance away from the first row of desks you sat at. “Save the world? Bees pollinate a third of the world’s crops. What do birds do?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Always coming with facts. Arguing with your TA wasn’t always easy. Not that you’d ever let that stop you. “Birds umm— keep the seed population in check. Probably.”

“They eat worms and poop.”

“Better than what bees eat! Isn’t honey like, their own vomit?”

“You don’t like honey?” She asked.

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not what I said.”

“Then what are you saying?” She uncrossed her legs, skirt way too short for what a TA at a respectable university should’ve been wearing.

“That I’d rather be a bird than a bee,” you said shortly.

“That’s your premise. You haven’t given me any supporting arguments. Just like that paper you handed in last week. Didn’t I tell you? You need to show your work.” She said in that playful voice she always used.

You stuttered. She had a point. That big C on your last paper wasn’t an outlier for you, it was an average. “Well— just ask the tutorial next week. I’m sure they’d agree with me.”

“Still not arguing anything,” she rolled her eyes. “Just admit it, I won.”

You sat up straighter in your chair, unwilling to give in. “Well— you didn’t show your work either!”

“I gave you statistics showing why bees are important for the earth,” she smiled, challenging.

“That still doesn’t show why it would be better to be a bee. We’re arguing experience, not impact!”

“So, your argument then, is that eating worms is better than eating honey?” She eyed you with that look, challenging yes, but also something else. Something that signaled fire.

“I-It—,” you stuttered.

Nayeon stood up, long bare legs glowing in the fluorescent lights of the classroom, top 2 buttons of her shirt unbuttoned revealing her alluring cleavage. You tried to peel your eyes off of her, but her long flowing hair and even longer legs made that impossible. “Here’s my thesis: eating as a bird is worse,” she said slowly, grabbing the apple from the desk that always seemed to be there. She took slow, long strides towards you. “Now let me show my work,” she mocked, taking a bite from the fruit.

She chewed it long and slow, exaggerating every chomp of her teeth. The hypnotizing movement of her hips as she strutted towards you stopped whatever half assed argument you were coming up with.

She stopped at your desk, towering over you as you sat. She let the crunch of the apple talk for her. She was close— closer than she had ever been to you, closer than any TA should have been to their student.

She swallowed with exaggeration, letting out a soft gasp. Her large round eyes peered at you from above in excitement. “How about it?” She teased, raising the apple back to her mouth. She took a soft, slow bite. Slow enough you could see her lips enclose on it, see the bit she took swirl as her tongue moved it inside of her mouth.

You sat there shocked, mouth agape. You knew what she was insinuating, knew what came next, but god fucking dammit it was crazy. She was going to feed you like a bird? Here? Right after class?

Your remarks were snuffed as your mouth instinctively opened— not by much, maybe half a centimeter. She noticed. A light gleamed in her eye, mouth now closed, cheeks full. Like this, she kind of looked like a chipmunk. Or a bunny. Yeah, a bunny.

A hand on your shoulder, leaning down low so you could see her cleavage. Yup. You were fucked. Her eyes stayed locked on yours as her lips hovered over your own. This was all too much. Resolve now gone, you tilted your head back, mouth opening even wider.

Nayeon smiled through the apple still lodged in her mouth; then she released it, right into yours. Strings of saliva dropped, connecting the apple in your mouth to hers.

It tasted sweet and warm and unmistakably Nayeon. She stayed there, hovering too close, watching you.

All this over a fucking argument. All this to prove it would be better to be a bee. But right now, without a shadow of a doubt, you wouldn’t be anyone but yourself.

It was mushy, so much so you could’ve easily swallowed it. But you let it sit there. You held it in your mouth as Nayeon hovered over you.

“See? It’s gross,” she said, smiling like she’d won. Her hand was still on your shoulder, her body leaned over and trapping you.

You finally swallowed, letting out a relieved huff of air. Your breath shook, probably not from the lack of oxygen.

Nayeon’s breathing started to match your own, this unspoken tension between you two, between student and TA. All coalescing into an apple, a bird and a bee.

Your eyes flicked to her lips. “S— still better than a bee,” you stuttered, leaning your face closer to hers. Nayeon’s hand on your shoulder tightened and her lips parted slightly. “I wouldn’t mind eating like this— easier that way.”

Her chest rose and fell with her breathing. An amazing sight, seeing her cleavage bounce with every heave of her chest. Her cheeks were a light red, and when she grabbed the apple and took another bite, her movements were quick and efficient.

She chewed it, before aggressively taking your lips in hers, transferring the apple to you. You let it sit there once again. A hand left your shoulder, tracing down your chest through your shirt, down to your waistband.

“Are you… hard?” She whisper-laughed. But the mush in your mouth left your answer a jumble of sounds. She covered your mouth with a finger, shushing you. “Just chew,” she huffed, sliding your waistband down.

Your cock sprang free, throbbing already. You flexed it as you felt the cool air on your pelvis— and then a hand. Nayeon’s eyes never left yours, but her hand sent a jolt up your spine.

She sat in the seat next to you, shifting you so she was cradling you with one arm. It was humiliating, to be in this position with Nayeon, the TA you’d been bantering with for the whole term. So why you let it happen, with chewed up apple in your mouth no less was a mystery.

Her hand slowly worked up and down your shaft in teasing rhythms, sending shudders through your body. But Nayeon just held you, eyes locked on you, noting every reaction your body showed.

Her fingers felt like chains. She expertly released whenever you bucked your hips up, absolving you from the pleasure. And all the while she sat there, smiling.

“Swallow,” she said softly. You gasped as the mush pushed down your throat. “Ho— holy shit, Nayeon.” You huffed, body squirming under her touch.

Every throb of your cock was painful, but her hands kept working. Every nerve in your loins screamed at a thousand percent, pleasure unimaginable.

“See,” she mocked, but her breath too grew ragged. “Not a good experience.”

You tried to sit up, but the bliss on your penis proved too much. You could only lie there in her arms.

“Now that I showed my work, can you admit that I won?”

“W— we still haven’t proved the bee e— experience isn’t worse,” you managed, even through her strokes.

“Too bad we don’t have honey.”

“Nngh!” You groaned as her thumb brushed your tip. “N—no, but… maybe we can get some nectar?” You chanced.

She rose an eyebrow at you in recognition, a sly smile creeping on her face.

“Extracting nectar isn’t easy,” she breathed. “Especially when it’s flower blooming season.” But you felt her knees shift under you, unmistakably spreading her legs.

Her hand left your cock, and the absence of it felt like drowning. They fiddled between her legs, before she raised them in front of you. Her fingers were covered in moist slickness, strings of her own viscous liquid coating her fingers.

She shoved them into your mouth. With an ‘oomph’, your tongue lapped it all up. Thick and sticky, you let it coat your mouth as her hand went back, collecting more of her nectar. She shoved more into your mouth before returning to your cock.

You bucked your hips at the return of her hand, savouring her all the while. It had that taste— not exactly sweet, a bit metallic, but undoubtedly addicting. You swished it in your mouth as her hand picked up the pace.

Finally, you swallowed. You almost couldn’t believe how long you had lasted. You could feel your cock pulse in her hand, feel how wet her hand was with your precum.

“What’s the conclusion?” She asked through heavy breathes. “Did I argue my thesis well enough?” Her voice was hoarse and quick, despite the academic language she was employing.

Despite squirming at nearly every twitch of her hand, “I think— the argument is flawed,” you got out.

She raised her eyebrow playfully. “Oh?” She gave you a few playful stroked.

“Nng— yeah. I-it assumes I’d want to switch in the first place.” You groaned.

“It’s a would you rather,” she rolled her eyes.

“I know, but,” you breathed. “I just think humans have it down— the whole feeding thing.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You mind if I show my work?” You eyed her cleavage, still so close to you.

She gave you a few brushes on your tip. “You’ve finally learned,” she smiled. Pushing her chest forward, she pushed her top down, revealing her chest. Perfectly pink nipples twinkled in front of your eyes. You’d tasted a modicum of things up until this point, but this was possibly the most alluring.

You latched onto her nipple. She groaned as your tongue flicked it, her hand moving faster on your cock.

Yeah, you were right. Human’s had it down. It didn’t matter that you were still in the lecture hall, or that she was your TA and you her student. These were your primal instincts, the things every creature, no matter how small, were blessed with. Feeding.

Who said it had to be animalistic?

She cradled your head, eyes closed, head rolled back in pleasure. You too were reaching your limit, the pleasure growing to a peak.

You felt her nipples harden in your mouth, could hear her moans. In contrast to the apple and even her nectar, the taste of her flesh was welcome. Such smooth and supple skin, it was nauseatingly beautiful.

Her hand worked faster and faster until your pelvis grew tense. She felt it, squeezing you harder, until your mouth left her tit as you groaned.

You spilled your jizz in a burst of pleasure, unsure of where it even landed, You just knew Nayeon’s hand was covered in it, still pumping.

You kept cumming, waves of pleasure slowly dissipating.

Your breathing steadied. Then you realized the situation as the post nut-clarity settled in.

You sat up quick, nearly jumping off Nayeon’s lap.

“What the fuck!” You screamed. “Y—you fed me like a bird!”

Nayeon looked around herself in shock, cheeks flaring red. “W—why did you let me do that!” She yelled.

“You were the one who talked about fucking— experience or whatever!”

Nayeon’s flushed breathing evened out as she took everything in. “That was you! But I—I mean I guess we settled it,” she reasoned. “Yeah, human. Humans have it better.”

Yeah, no arguing that.

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A/N 3: Yeah i have no idea see author's note 1

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"This Is For All My Ladies Who Don't Get Fucked Enough" [+18] | Knight's Smutrathon Special - DAY 9

ft. TWICE's Im Nayeon, Park Jihyo, Chou Tzuyu, and Hirai Momo (x 4 Male OCs)

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DESCRIPTION: Basically their experience at Victoria's Secret Fashion Show this year but their performance didn't just end there yet.

=== START ===

Nayeon, Jihyo, Tzuyu, and Momo performed their latest hits ‘This Is For’ and ‘Strategy’ as part of their attendance for the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. In accordance also with their appearance to the said event, they were included to the bidding program which just added for the first time this year to offer a money as additional reward for anyone who took part of the said event.

As a result, TWICE won the highest auction price costing 2 million dollars each for the four members. The girls were informed about the update, and they noted the instruction to them that they’ll meet their investors after the event. 

Waiting at their hotel room, they heard a knock on their door. Jihyo opened it and they were greeted by four foreign men who personify their actions for buying a huge name like them for one night. Two caucasian and two black men all wearing each of their fancy suits entered the room one by one.

All four men meet TWICE who are wearing Victoria Secret’s pink and white striped robes. Each sides facing one another, discreetly observing with full fascination and a mix of lust. “So, may we know who bought each of us?” Tzuyu asked with her broken English.

“I bid for you.” The caucasian man said. “You’re Tzuyu right? I’m Kade.” He introduced himself. The rest also did the same to avoid confusion between themselves. The other white dude is Dustin, and the two black men are Philip and Rob.

Nayeon, Jihyo, and Momo also stated their names. Coincidentally, the ones they’re facing are the ones who bought for them. “Thank you for choosing us.” They all bowed their head and the men smiled. They watched these gorgeous women remove their robes, presenting themselves with the Victoria’s Secret lingerie they worn to represent.

“We agreed to be added with the bidding because this is for me and for all of my ladies with me right now who don’t get fucked enough. Sadly, we are nine in our group and only four of us are here, but lets see what you guys can do, maybe its you four who can end their cravings for some real cocks too.” Jihyo said. Biting her lip at the sight of the bulge in their slacks.. “So please, don’t be shy to try some of us too even if you bought a specific member. It’s just all of us in this room so let’s make this night the best as possible.”

“We will. Thank you for reminding us, Jihyo.” Dustin said. 

“Come on girls, lets give them what they came for.” Jihyo commanded her group to approach their respective leading men. They all walked seductively at them, swaying their curves and stepped their legs proudly while keeping their tantalizing stares to their partner. 

“Damn, this is so worth of every penny I’ve spent.” Philip commented as he watched Jihyo smirked at her and blink those huge sparkly eyes at him, her aura is enough to turn him on. “You’re goddamn right, these are pure Asian baddies we got here. Not to mention, we’re about to bang some K-Pop superstars right now, man. That’s a fucking rare luck we got.” Rob agreed before turning his head back at Momo who placed her arms on his shoulders and stared at him hypnotizingly. 

His gaze lowered down to her long cleavage, making him salivate. “Boys, I think we should get right into it. Man, I’m so fucking hungry seeing their heavenly bodies.” They all nodded before they all kissed their partners passionately.

Tzuyu and Kade let their lips move as they stood still. Nayeon locked Dustin’s neck around her arms to keep him close. Jihyo and Philip didn’t lasted long to get through it, pushing his girl and have themselves crash on the bed where they make out aggressively. Momo and Rob began running each others hands to their bodies.

Philip kneaded Jihyo’s huge tits onto her black laced bra twice before searching for its clip. Unlatching it, he spread those cups away to reveal her tanned milkers laying neatly above her ribcage. Philip immediately dived through it and sucked her caramel nipples diligently while he handled his body nicely as Jihyo gasped at his mouth tasting her body.

Nayeon was pushed to the wall and Dustin attacked her neck, sniffing her womanly scent and gnawed at her exposed pearly skin. Nayeon gasped and let herself submit getting cornered by a well-built man like Dustin peppering her intimate areas with kisses. She held his head and scratched it softly to encourage him leave more marks on her skin.

Kade kneeled below Tzuyu and stared at her perfect long legs and those thick Taiwanese thighs she’s packing. He mouthed a damn at how amazed he is for Tzuyu’s sexy body. Tzuyu could only watch as Kade started kissing his thighs and rub his face along with it before grabbing the waistband of her panties and pull them down, exposing her curvy ass and that small pussy between those holy thighs first.

Momo was turned around, her back pressing Rob’s chest. His hands went straight to her boobs and cupped them fiercely. Her gaping mouth was captured by Rob until he has full access of her tongue when she awed at the feeling of his other hand sneaking inside her pink panties, curling his digits to her snatch.

Philip was the first one to strip off his suit to join his partner all naked on the bed. Jihyo saw his big black cock probably at 8 inches length all ready to invade her pussy. He jerked it first before slowly daggered it through Jihyo’s center, her eyes rolling back at how huge he is inside her.

Nayeon’s panties was replaced to her pussy lips. Dustin held his long white cock to her entrance while hooking her leg up to spread her open. She was fucked sideways against the wall, Nayeon could only moaned as she has full access watching his cock going in and out of her while Dustin observes her contorting face in pleasure.

Tzuyu was bent on the nightstand as Kade eats out her ass and licks her pussy behind. She gasped and ooh-ed at her tongue snaking in through her walls and lapping out the fluids coming out of her. Wet enough to be a lube, Kade took her ass first as she fucked her in a doggy, her thighs rippling at the impact.

Momo was stripped off from her panties before she was led to a chair by Rob. His monstrous cock made her gulp nervously and shudder in excitement to take such a manly cock like his for real after settling too long for silicon dildos. She joined Rob to sit on his lap at the chair, slowly dragging herself down to his awaiting cock before she slowly take him all inside until all of his length were swallowed by her cunt to be fucked. 

The room was filled with moans, shattering screams from getting their holes stuffed by huge cocks, long whimpers from squirting and getting cummed inside and many lewd noises. All four men did their roles great for giving these girls a night to remember after missing such a rowdy sex from a real men like them.

The girls were switched both from their partners and into the positions they desire to perform and attempt. Some of them were shocked that they were able to fold their bodies just so they can be bred effectively in this kind of form. No matter what angles they were took, their cocks didn’t fail to reach every areas they never knew inside their walls and stimulate their G-spots.

Nayeon was fucked in a classic missionary by Dustin while she blows Rob’s black cock, spurting his cum into her mouth in the process. She was pounded also in a reverse cowgirl by Philip while she slobbered Dustin’s cock who is standing in the mattress to reach her face’s height. Jihyo joined the trio that time, lapping to Dustin’s hanging balls below while he was taken by Nayeon.

Tzuyu was carried by Kade through her tits and fucked her ass while allowing Philip to drive her cock in between her thighs pressed together, her feet dangling through her shoulders for being folded between two men. Her body was stained with a black man’s cum. Kade was replaced by Dustin after cumming into her ass to target her pussy next, while Rob took turns from Philip to claim her thighs next.

Jihyo titfucked Kade while he’s sitting on the chair. After swallowing his cum, she straddled him to be fucked while her boobs were feasted by the lucky man beneath her. She screamed in surprise when she felt a second cock pummeling her ass from behind, which turns out to be Philip. 

Meanwhile, while Momo watched Jihyo getting double penetrated on the chair. Dustin who just finished having his orgasm from Tzuyu’s little pussy who got passed to Rob to have her all by himself, approached the poor abandoned woman spawled onto the bed. He instructed Momo to get above her in reverse, and so she did to have themselves for a 69 position.

Momo bobbed her head up and down through his cock while Dustin used his jaw to eat her pussy out. The vibration around his cock was caused by Momo’s moans from his excellent oral service. The Japanese busty woman repaid his effort by burying her face to his groin, deepthroating him with her absent gag reflex while fondling his balls that made his knees raise in shudder.

As Dustin slapped her ass, Momo took it as as signal to sat on his cock and fucked herself through it. They were joined by Philip who claimed Momo’s peachy ass next, her gasping mouth stole by Kade for his cock. Her free left hand was grabbed and placed onto Rob’s cock, demanding to be jerked off.

Nayeon and Jihyo saw Momo’s bouncing juggers and attached their mouth to her nipples. Rob and Kade who are also both positioned to each sides, fingered Nayeon and Jihyo’s cunt while they sucked off their fellow member. Tzuyu then sat to Dustin’s face, blinding the guy with her ass and silencing his moans with his pussy to be eaten.

All 8 people committing a very sexual and lustful activity on the bed in a cooperative manner is a sight to behold. Seeing all of themselves brilliantly finding a way to pleasure one another to avoid one of them being left behind made them all horny. It encouraged each of them to do better servicing one after another to attain that satisfying conclusion for all of them.

“I’m about to cum!” Momo slid her mouth Kade’s cock and pumped it with her fist, she was the first to alert all of them, understandably enough since she’s the one who is mostly filled amongst the girls.

“Is everyone with her too?” Philip asked.

“Yeah no shit, I’m about to bust this man. Her mouth is too good.” Rob replied after being blown again by Momo.

“I’m close too!” Dustin was spared by Tzuyu for a moment, lifting her pussy away from his mouth to let him speak.

“How about you girls?”

“We’re almost there!” Nayeon and Jihyo agreed.

“Oh god I can’t hold it in anymore!” Tzuyu said as her clit is being rubbed harshly while getting lapped and one of her breasts groped by him.

“I’M CUMMING!!!”

Momo was joined by the rest as they all let out their most refreshed sounds by releasing their orgasms simultaneously. The mattress was stained by the girls’ combined squirting. Momo felt her two holes filled with cum by Philip and Dustin, her face was painted by Rob’s and Kade’s went down onto her tummy.

Momo, Tzuyu, and Dustin collapsed on the bed, while the rest went on the matted floor with Nayeon and Kade on the left, Jihyo and Rob on the right and Philip on the front side. They all catched their breaths, all sweaty and exhausted. 

“Goddamn, what an amazing night we just have.” Philip reacted. He was received by chuckles from them. 

“How’s that, ladies? Was it worth the wait?” Dustin asked as he looked at Momo and Tzuyu’s tired faces. They nodded and shared the same “yes” answer.

“So much!” Nayeon shouted in glee and Jihyo laughed with it. “Yeah, if only Jeong, Sana, Dahyun, Mina, and Chaeyoung are here. They’re gonna love you all.”

“You can join us sleep for tonight if you want?” 

All four men thought the same idea. How can they say no? They stood up and helped the girls. Some of them cleaned the mess they made while the others started taking a batch together to clean themselves.

The next morning, after waking up and having breakfast with them. The four men left the hotel with the girl’s numbers on their pockets. Nayeon, Jihyo, Tzuyu, and Momo couldn’t wait for them to return again in New York next year, and definitely they’re going to bring the other five members and have those four invite more for a crazier fuckfest that will surely surpass the night they've had. === END ===