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The Fall of An Angel Ft. TWICE Tzuyu

A/N: Well. Fucking hell. After the catastrophe following the release of Field Trip 3, I wasn't expecting to be able to continue bbsmuts. Everything got deleted, all my posts, reblogs, my whole following, all of it. But with the help of a few friends (HUGE shoutout to @xiaoondc, my continuing partner through all this), I was able to recover most of my work without any trouble. Sadly some of it was lost, but I'll live.

This was an idea based loosely off of another idea I had for a potential book. It's a niche in the genre I've been wanting to explore for a while. I took a small amount of inspiration from other fics I’ve seen. Not to say I’m plagiarizing, this was all me. There’s plenty of lore in the storyline, but I’m not putting it in this smut as it would take too long.

As I figured it would, this spent a long time in my drafts list. I didn’t think I’d be able to release it any time soon after the account deletion, and lo and behold I wasn’t able to. However, a year after that disaster, here we are again with another work.

I didn't expect to get back to writing anytime soon (or really at all) after the disaster with the account deletion, but I kept it pushing. I did very seriously consider quitting Tumblr entirely out of discouragement. I lost my entire following as well as many of my fics, and I questioned if it was even worth it to come back. However, after being encouraged by a few friends and fans, I came back around July last year.

I hope you all enjoy, and if you feel so inclined, please share my posts so I can start to regain my previous following. Thank you all very much for your continued involvement in bbsmuts. Now, one more thing before we get into this. Normally I wouldn’t ever beg for likes. And today’s not the day that’s gonna change. But I do want to get Field Trip 3 out to as many old or new fans as possible because due to the account deletion, it fizzled out before it had time to shine and there’s tons of my fans who never got the opportunity. So I’m plugging it here for anyone interested, please share if so inclined.

Field Trip Part 3: The Harem Expedition

-상훈

Length: 7.65k

Possible TW: Violence/mild and brief torture, noncon/dubcon, heavy orgasm denial and begging, slave/master

WARNING: A brief scene of torture is depicted in this work, as well as noncon/dubcon scenes afterwards. If you are easily triggered by or sensitive to such content, I advise that you do not read past this point. I assume no responsibility for accidents that may occur as a result of reading this work. Continue at your own risk.

Note before reading that I do not encourage or condone the behaviors depicted here. It is pure fiction and a work of my imagination. Do not attempt to replicate it in real life except with a fully consenting partner.

I shouldn't even have to put that disclaimer but there are some real sick fucks out there. You know how it is.

It is very curious how fate can bring together two individuals so dissimilar as I and Tzuyu were. I, Lord Eodun, a mogul among demons and ruler over the Earthly and Abyssal realms, son of Kwang Chul, Chairman in the Dark Council, and the most powerful demon being in a millennium. And her, Chou Tzuyu, a human girl. A modest, virtuous, prudent, morally upstanding human girl.

My lip curls at the very thought.

I do admit it was not suitable for someone of my station and title to be involved with a lowly mortal proletarian such as her, but there was something undeniably noteworthy about this one. She had divine powers gifted by the gods of the luminous realm, there was no doubt about that. No regular mortal has the abilities she displayed. And aside from that, she showed extraordinary courage, perseverance, and downright stubbornness in the face of my attacks. Perhaps out of ego, perhaps out of bravery, perhaps out of sheer underestimation. But whatever it was, it made her all the more fun to break down and shatter.

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2 YEARS AGO - 2024 A.D. ______________________________________________________________

"Jung-ho," I called to my head advisor as I finished styling my hair in the mirror, "I have something to discuss with you. I require your Earthly knowledge."

"Ask away, my Lord." He approached and stood tall and austere next to my mirror.

"I've been hearing rumors flying around about a girl who people have dubbed the 'White Lady'." I straightened my collar. "A human girl who's been gifted powers by the Luminous gods and is stopping my demons from doing their work on Earth. I wouldn't normally care, but something tells me this might be a genuine thing. Tell me, are they in any way based in fact?"

He thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Not to my knowledge. You know how the earthlings are, my Lord, you most likely have nothing to stress about. They love to spread rumors and false information to get a rise out of one another. You need not worry about their petty gossip."

"Yes, you're right, of course. The earthlings do so love to spread false gossip. Thank you, Jung-ho."

"Always an honor, my Lord."

...

I quieted the voices in my head urging me to disregard Jung-ho's counsel for the next two weeks as more rumors flew around of this 'White Lady' and her doings in my domain. I ignored the signs.

That was, until a massive portion of one of my legions was massacred by who the shaken survivors described as a woman clad in all white with inhuman power that must be divine. Using this power, she'd crushed and slain my demons and escaped, unscathed herself.

There was no denying now that this White Lady, whoever she was, was real, and posing a major threat to me. I called in my council and my best hunters, mercenaries, and assassins the very next day.

"Find her." I told them all. "Find this nettling shrew who's been killing my demons and bring her back here. I want her alive and if you can manage it, unharmed." ______________________________________________________________

SIX MONTHS LATER - 2024 A.D. (18 MONTHS AGO) ______________________________________________________________

And a little over half a year later, we'd had almost no luck in finding her.

The elusive little prude had dodged my traps, my snares, every measure I set out to catch her. She'd fooled, outmaneuvered, and escaped every hunter I'd sent out to find her. Her enhanced abilities were no doubt a result of the powers she'd been given, and they were allowing her to evade me in every situation. Three more of my legions had been almost entirely decimated, and things were looking quite bleak. It was at this point that I realized that I was not going to find her. The only was she was going to come into my clutches is if she put herself there of her own accord. But how was I to get her to do that?

I pondered it for a long time. For four months I consulted my council, my advisors, my hunters, my trackers. I spent long nights wondering how I could lure a woman of her intellect and wit to me, until it finally came to me. And I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of this earlier.

She may not know of my presence on Earth now. I had been keeping a lower profile since World War II and its following events, keeping a more subtle approach to manipulating and sculpting the minds of billions of humans. But if she was an opponent and fighter of evil, she would not hesitate to come after me if she realized I was stirring up the pot again. Foolishly believing she could take me on by herself, she'd come here and launch an attack on me, at which time I would detain her, break her, and turn her into a faithful, obedient little slave. Both a cocksleeve and an information mine for me. She undoubtedly possessed knowledge of the luminous gods' plans and movements, which could be extracted from her.

Over the next few months I ramped up my tactics, stirring up the pot to a boil. A wickedness so dark and ghastly it would rival the mind of Lucifer himself penetrated the minds of every human on Earth. This disease of the human mind caused dark, lustful, greedy, and even murderous thoughts to permeate the subconscious of even the most righteous earthlings. And she certainly did take notice. ______________________________________________________________

1 YEAR AGO - 2025 A.D. ______________________________________________________________

"My Lord, a rider on a white horse approaches the gate."

A grin spread across my face; surely this had to be her. No mortal knew where my palace lay, nor could they even reach it through their own means of transport.

"Allow the rider through."

"Yes, sire."

I could hear the faint sounds of my gate lowering to allow her through. Voices in the courtyard, then the squire entered again.

"She requests an audience with you, sire."

"Granted. Bring her in."

He left, and a moment later three people entered my throne room.

The rider, escorted by my two guards, was a woman clad in all white. She wore an ankle-length, long-sleeve white dress, white gloves, and white boots. A thin white veil covered her head and neck, and the diamond-encrusted hilt and pommel of a gladius poked out of a silver-gilded sheath hanging at her hip.

I spoke to the guards all around the room. "Leave us."

They all filed out of their respective doors, leaving me and the rider alone.

"Approach, rider, and remove your veil."

She took several steps forward and lifted her veil up over her head. I was momentarily taken aback by her face; I had not expected her to be quite so strikingly beautiful. Raven-black hair framed a slender, gorgeous face with deep, dark brown eyes and a set of plump, cherry-colored lips.

I recovered myself quickly and fixed her with an intense stare.

"Are you the one they call the White Lady?"

"I am," she called out in a high-pitched but powerful voice. "I am Chou Tzuyu, the White Lady, the One of Pure Heart."

Suspicions confirmed. I fought to keep the jubilation out of my expression. She was mine now, completely unaware of the situation she'd just permanently trapped herself in.

"And what is your purpose in coming here, Chou Tzuyu? Speak, lest I strike you down for the damage you have done to my legions."

Her voice didn't waver a bit at my threat. "I have taken notice of your evil deeds on Earth, and today is the day that they stop! Lord Eodun, today is the day you fall. I have come here to end you!"

White angel wings, large and majestic, unfurled suddenly from her back. Definitely god-given powers.

"Oh, have you?" I was bemused and a little surprised at how forward she was about it. "That's a task many have attempted and none have achieved, White Lady. Do you believe you possess the means to do it?"

"I do!" She exclaimed. "I possess powers gifted to me by gods!"

"Really?" I said in an intentionally bored tone. "And do you really believe that these god-given powers can defeat me?"

"I have been assured so!" Never one whose confidence would fail, she took another step forward. "Today is the day I shall fell you!"

She put her hands together and between them formed a hissing, crackling white ball of energy. She allowed its power to build for a moment before hurling it at me. I raised a hand and telekinetically flicked it away, and it dissipated against my wall.

"What?" She looked stunned. "How is this possible?"

She summoned another ball of energy and threw it at me, which I halted in midair and tossed back at her. Unable to be harmed by her own luminous magic, the force just pushed her back a few feet.

We kept up the back-and-forth energy battle for a few rounds longer until I sent her ball back at her with one of my own, blasting her off her feet. She recovered quickly but the fun and games were already over.

I stood up and began my transformation into my true form; she and the room seemed to shrink as I grew taller, dwarfing her by twenty feet. My skin turned a violent shade of scarlet and a faint orange glow rose in my vision as my eyes flared with the same color light. I felt the horns growing from my scalp and my skin bulged with the muscle mass packed under it. As a final touch I magically replaced my royal robe with an armored black leather loincloth held up by a bronze-buckled belt of the same color and material. Tzuyu took several steps back, mouth agape at the sight of my full and glorious form.

"You fool," I said, my now-deeper voice echoing around the cavernous throne room. "Did you really believe that a bit of Luminous magic could defeat me, the king of demons? You made a terrible mistake coming here today."

"No!" Her tone wavered slightly. "I shall destroy you!"

"Is that right?" I chuckled amusedly, staring down at her. "I am not as vulnerable to your magic as you think, little one. You have been seriously misinformed of my abilities. The gods, for the hundredth time, have underestimated me.”

I snapped my fingers and immobilized her. "Guards, bring me the chair!"

For one of the gods themselves, such immobilization would have been impossible, as their magic was powerful enough to combat mine. But for her, my magic rendered her utterly unable to move beyond fruitless struggle.

Three guards lugged in a large chair setup with restraints and after leaving it at my feet, bowed and left the room. Utilizing my telekinetic abilities, I lifted her off the ground to my eye level.

"I could simply tear you limb from limb and end you here and now." I mused. "End the trouble you've been causing me and deal a serious blow to the idiotic luminous gods. But I see no fun in instant death. No, you have information I want."

She struggled against the force holding her up and still. "Release me at once! I will not allow you to-"

She stopped speaking as I lowered her towards the chair. "Oh, and one last touch..."

Her clothes shredded themselves at my mental command, every fiber she was wearing. She gasped, looked down at her naked form, and shrieked, struggling more intensely against the force.

"You - you pervert! You lascivious wretch!"

At my indication, the restraints on the chair closed around her wrists and ankles, spread-eagling her wide open for my eyes.

My eyes traveled down her naked body, noting the lack of a single flaw or imperfection. If not for the more pressing matter of information extraction, I would have definitely succumbed to my own desires then and there. She blushed in humiliation and looked away from my roving gaze.

"How did you come to acquire these powers?"

She stopped struggling for a moment and looked up. "I was gifted them by the gods. Now release me!"

I scoffed. "No chance. Now, I know that the luminous gods are plotting against me. I know they plan to launch some form of attack."

She feigned a blank look and shook her head. "Attack? I know nothing of-"

"Do not take me for a fool, Chou Tzuyu." I growled. "I know you are aware of what I speak of. And you're going to tell me everything you know of their plans, or I will resort to less kind means."

"Curse you!" She yelled back. "I know nothing! Let me go at once!"

"On your own head be it.”

I could have utilized pyrokinesis to burn her into submission, but lasting marks were indesirable, especially if I was to keep her as a slave. Abyssal energy would be wiser.

"I'm going to ask you again." My fingertips flared with magical energy, akin to electricity. "What do you know of the gods' plans?"

"Nothing!"

The energy crackled menacingly.

"Last chance."

"I do not know what you speak of!" A hint of trepidation began creeping into her voice. "Release me, you - you brute!"

Swiftly, I pressed my fingertip into her abdomen. Loud, rapid crackles rang out, accompanying her shriek. She strained against the bonds, abs clenching and flexing.

"You sadistic bastard!"

"Talk." I increased the power of the energy between my fingers. "The gods' plans."

She quivered. After the last shock, she obviously didn't like to think about how much more I could give her.

She opened her mouth, but I cut her short.

"Think about your answer, Chou Tzuyu. On a figurative intensity scale of one to ten, you just felt three. We can go far higher. Consider your next words carefully."

She hesitated. Three was already a fair amount. There were seven more figurative levels, each of which would ramp up the pain exponentially.

"I-I know nothing!"

I tutted, shaking my head. "Suit yourself."

I jabbed my index finger into the inner side of her left thigh, and her howl accompanied the crackle again. Music to my ears. A smirk full of the enjoyment sweet, sweet vengeance awarded twisted my lips.

"The longer you continue to resist, the worse this will get."

Breathless, her adductors straining, she glared up at me. Beads of sweat were beginning to form at her hairline. I took it up a further notch, to equivalent six, and gave the other thigh an equal dose of voltage.

"Curse – you!" She panted. "I know – nothing!"

"My patience wears thin, White Lady." I said. "I assure you that my next step will be far less pleasant even than this."

What could be worse than this, you may ask, and I'm sure she was wondering? The most mind-numbingly awful torture a demon of lust such as myself could think up, one which I was, in fact, rather eager to inflict on her.

In response to her pointed silence, I growled and increased it up to equivalent eight. "You would do yourself a favor by simply complying, Chou Tzuyu. To continue resisting is foolish and futile."

She silently shook her head, and the next second her scream rang out again as the intense amperage jolted through her body. I held it there on her, allowing my normally-controlled irritation to take over momentarily.

I removed it and her scream subsided, its echoed counterparts fading as well. Had she simply given me what I'd asked, none of this would have been necessary. Although on that note, had she complied at first our relationship may or may not have turned into the pleasurable thing it became.

I increased the energy to the highest intensity my capabilities possessed. If this didn't work, I would have to resort to less tame methods.

"One more time. I know you know something of their plot. Do not take me for a fool. Speak now or endure further torment."

"I will not..." she murmured, "submit to you."

"So be it."

Callous pleasure was all I felt at the desperate and tortured scream that resounded around my cavernous throne room as the tip of my index finger was pressed squarely into her mons. This intensity was quite powerful indeed, which would be lethal to any non-gifted mortal. Child's play to a powerful being like me, but lethal to humans.

I took it off and applied a quick shock to each of her nipples, each eliciting another loud yelp.

"I shall not stop until you crack, earthling." I put it back on her momentarily. "I'm prepared to sit here all day if necessary."

"I'll never crack!" She managed a trace of force and defiance.

"Oh, you won't?" I chuckled evilly. "I have more than just this power to force information out of you, you know."

Without further words I jabbed it back into her stomach and held it there maliciously. She did not realize the extents I was prepared to go to in order to extract information. Sharp and wise as she was, she was a fool for making such a big oversight. Maybe out of ego, bravery, or pure nerve, but anyway you looked at it, she was mine now.

"Please...have mercy..." She finally begged once I stopped, eyes hazy. "I can take no more..."

I, at this point, was forced to relent. I knew her words were true; if I pushed it too hard she would die. Electrocuting her to death was appealing, but I had more pressing matters that drowned out that desire.

"I shall show mercy for now." I said, huffing. “But you are by no means finished. Guards!"

Three guards entered, and the restraints on the chair opened to allow them to take her limp, naked body out of it.

"Once she's coherent, give her a taste of our other method.

"Yes, sire."

Our other method, that is to say repeated orgasm denial, was a little toy I didn't bring out often, because I preferred extraction by pain rather than denied pleasure. It is essentially a combination of both. The captive (assuming she's female, it was never performed on men because pain was more effective) is strapped up to a wooden horse with a vibrating dildo in her pussy, a vibrator on her clit, shocking nipple clamps, and a gag in her mouth. Blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back shibari style, she'd sit there for hours, soaking the wood with her juices while orgasm is constantly denied. It was extremely effective. Performed on about fifty prisoners over my reign, it had never once failed me. I didn't think it would now either.

I followed them to the room and watched as she was strapped up and fitted with the devices, smirking to myself thinking about how she would slowly come undone under the unbearable torment of having her release denied time after time after time. She raised her head and fixed me with a death glare before I left. If looks could kill, I would've been buried that afternoon.

...

My immediate desire was to leave her there for more than a few hours, because she'd been such a pain in my ass for so long. I had to restrain myself, however, because after four to six hours the captives usually passed out and stayed unconscious for several more hours. Since she had these damned powers, she'd be more resilient. So naturally, I took a little lounge on my balcony, pumped some iron, throatfucked one of my female servants, ate an extensive lunch, and idled away five hours enjoying the pleasures Earth had to offer, all the while smirking to myself knowing the physical and psychological misery Tzuyu was enduring in that room.

Much like Chinese water torture, the nipple shocks and vibrator buzzes during the cooldown from a denied orgasm were random, inconsistent, and unpredictable. So little bursts of pleasure and overstimulation every now and then would keep her on edge, and of course, the constant denied orgasms would physically torment and exhaust her to the point where she would crack. Information would be spilt, and with any luck she would do anything for a release.

Towards the end of the final hour, I went down to the adjacent surveillance room and watched her struggle and cry out. She was drenched in sweat, trembling, and murmuring half-incoherent pleas for release and an end to her suffering. Her chest heaved and her hips were involuntarily grinding against the soaked wooden horse, desperately chasing the orgasm that would never be granted her.

"You chose this, Tzuyu." I muttered to myself, smirking wider. "You could've just given me what I wanted."

But as much as I would have liked to leave her there to suffer longer, she was visibly and audibly approaching unconsciousness. Her eyes were starting to cross, her words were slurring, her breathing was getting slower, and her movements were sluggish. I switched the mechanism off and then headed down there.

Her hazy, glassy gaze met mine and suddenly she was fully conscious, eyes flaring with a distinct emotion: fear.

"Are you ready to give me what I want or do I need to leave you in here for another five hours?"

The fear intensified in her eyes as they widened. "NO! Anything! Anything, please! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, but please, no more, please!"

I chuckled. "That's what I wanted to hear."

I walked over, raised a finger, and magically slashed through her bonds. She slumped forwards and I caught her head right before it cracked open on the wooden horse's crest. After removing the ropes and various instruments from her body, I brought her back to my throne room and set her down on the chair, which spreadeagled and restrained her.

"So." I said, brooking no argument. "The Gods' plots. Start talking or you go back in. What are they planning, and why do you have these abilities?"

She took a moment to gather her wits, and I took a moment to reignite the energy in my fingers just in case she needed a little extra persuasion.

"They can't confront you directly, you're too powerful.” Her fearful eyes had darted to my crackling fingers and stayed there. “So they're selecting mortals to bestow powers upon. An army, basically. Once an army of luminously enhanced mortals has been amassed, their plan is to start invading subtly, infiltrating until there's enough of us to attack and enough information gleaned to know any counterattacks.

I scoffed and chuckled at her revelation. "Those fools. They thought an army of mortals could defeat me if they couldn't?"

"Look at your legions and what I did to them by myself." A trace of smugness was detectable. "And they'd be accompanying us."

Irritated by the reminder, I gave her thigh a quick, mild zap, to which she gave an interesting reaction. Rather than scream or cry out in pain, her abs tightened and she bit her lip, faint blush deepening. Perhaps this "pure heart" wasn't so pure after all.

"I don't need reminded." I ignored her reaction. "But I am not my legions. I am far more powerful than them and could not be defeated by this proposed 'army.' How many others are there?"

No answer. Impatient, I shocked her again, to the same reaction. She bit her lip, tensed, and a small, almost-suppressed moan escaped her.

"How. Many. More?"

"I-I don't know..."

I narrowed my eyes and gave her another small zap. "Do not lie to me."

"Ah! I d-don't know!"

The blush was deepening, a fact which I'd noticed already. She looked away from my gaze.

"I'm not going to ask you again. How many more did they endow? The wooden horse awaits you."

"O-okay! Five hundred, including me!"

I leaned back away from her. "Why have none of the others acted yet?"

"I was a test run. I was to be the first to act, with the others following suit if it was successful for one year. The one-year mark is in about two weeks, which is the time I was to send a message to the gods telling them that I had been a success. At such a time, the others were to start the invasion.”

I laughed again. "The logic and reasoning of a teen mortal. Of course, I’d expect nothing more from an arrogant, egomaniacal simpleton like Aurelius.” I paused. “So why is it you decided to launch an attack on me today? Surely that wasn’t a part of his plan, unwise as it already was?”

“I…believed I could take you on by myself. It was an egotistical oversight.”

“Indeed. Foolish as it was, I must commend your courage and at that, your sheer nerve. Not many possess such audacity.

“And what of you now, Chou Tzuyu? What are you to tell them now?"

"That I failed." A blush, now of shame, colored her cheeks darker.

I chuckled and shook my head. "No. You'll tell them no such thing."

She looked back up at me, confused. "What?"

An wicked grin spread over my face. "They have once again underestimated me. By my will, a seed of evil has now been planted in your mind. When the time comes, you will tell them that you almost defeated me, and that an army of five hundred could certainly succeed. They will learn once the entire army has been killed or enslaved that I am not to be questioned or challenged again."

Her face went pale and her mouth opened to protest, but at my command the hold I now had on her psyche closed tighter, and she closed it again.

"Lust is now clouding your consciousness, White Lady. As of right now, I have an unshakeable grasp on you. You belong to me."

Her expression was now one of flustered and somewhat foggy arousal.

"T-to you?"

"Indeed." My smile widened, my own thoughts now charged with lust. "An information mine, a mole for me in the luminous realm, an important saboteur against the gods, and most importantly at the moment...an obedient, cock-hungry slave."

A light gasp escaped her, followed by a murmured affirmation as my hold on her mind intensified further. "S-slave...yes..."

She was in a sort of trance as the submissive mindset took hold, but then the haze in her eyes cleared. "Yes…mast-no!”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You really will not just give in, will you?”

“Never!”

I snapped my fingers and the chair vanished, leaving her kneeling naked in front of me. Another snap and my own clothing disappeared. Another, and I shrunk down to manageable size for her, though I still towered two feet over her and kept my demonic form.

"You c-cannot do this...I won't allow it..."

A trace of her spirit was still alive, clearly. I was surprised, but it posed no problem. I could extinguish it very easily. With another snap of my fingers, my throne room dissolved around us. An illusion of cities burning, humans screaming and dying, the world in chaos was conjured in its place.

Another snap of my fingers, and a phantasm of herself appeared before us. Chained to a post, naked, gagged, and broken, the mirror image of Tzuyu looked up at her, tears welling in her eyes, muffled pleas escaping past the gag. A burly man with a whip appeared behind her and her scream rang out around the flaming courtyard as the first lash landed.

"This is the fate that awaits you and this world should I will it to be so, Chou Tzuyu. With a simple snap of my fingers, you could be trapped right here forever."

Another lash landed, the real Tzuyu visibly cowering away from it.

"N-no...!"

For demonstrative purposes, I conjured a pair of heavy iron shackles around her wrists as another scream sounded from the phantom Tzuyu, and she blanched.

"This is an illusion only, Tzuyu. But it could be reality if I wished it to be. I hold the strings here, now and for the rest of time."

She recoiled away from the mirage of the whipping, each lash driving the point further home. I snapped again and briefly we were watching from beside the burly man. The phantom Tzuyu’s body trembled, red welts streaking her plump ass. Another lash landed, making it jiggle and creating another welt. In my periphery I saw Tzuyu flinch. The man raised it again, and with the most powerful force yet brought it down, making the phantom girl wail. Another snap, and we were back in front of her.

"Do I need further illusions? Shall I simply make this your reality? This world is insignificant, and its events are inconsequential to me, as are yours. I would like to keep you from such a fate, but if you continue to test me I will invoke it. Do I make myself clear?"

She nodded frantically, watching with transfixed terror as tears continued to stream down her phantom self's cheeks, the screams getting louder and more desperate.

"Y-yes, master! I understand! Please, just...make it stop."

Phantom-Tzuyu screamed again, and the burly man picked up a cane, taking a few steps forward to get in range of her ass. I ignored Tzuyu’s words.

The phantom experienced a brief moment of respite before the cane was brought down on her right ass cheek, another cry echoing around the courtyard. Tzuyu cowered away.

“Please stop…I do not wish to see this, I will do as you ask, I will obey, master…make it stop…”

The illusion disappeared, and my throne room rematerialized around us.

"Your will is no longer of your own, Chou Tzuyu. Your powers are gone. And your heart is certainly no longer pure. You belong to me.”

She kept her head down meekly. "Yes, master." Her cheeks burned with shame, fear, and more than all, unbidden arousal.

A surging sense of satisfaction, quickly followed by one of lust, flooded me. Here was the fierce, powerful White Lady kneeling before me without a stitch of clothing, humble and submissive. While retaining her consciousness, she had become entirely obedient to me.

I saw her gaze raise to my hardening cock before dropping back down to the floor, and she bit her lip. Despite her fear, the intense desire was taking effect, a feeling she would not be able to resist even with her heightened divine abilities.

"You're fighting a losing battle, my little slave. You cannot resist my influence or your own body’s instinct.”

Upon my command, the lust took a stronger grasp on her mind, and small trembles began shaking her small frame. Her toes curled, her hands clenched, her cheeks reddened. A very faint moan escaped her from the pure lust she was overtaken with.

"Yes, you feel that, don't you? Your powers are nothing compared to mine. Isn't that right?"

"Y-yes, master." She said in a trembling voice. She wanted so desperately to be fucked that I almost felt bad for holding back and continuing to tease her.

"You want more than anything to be fucked right now, don't you? You want to be filled and stretched to your limit, pounded so hard you cum and pass out?"

She said nothing, but her lips clenched shut and her breathing got shallower. She was losing control of her own body; the hold of the lust was unbreakable and uncontrollable.

"You want to be used so hard you break, don't you?" I snapped and materialized behind her, delivering a smack to her ass. "Answer me."

"Yes..." She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. "Please..."

"Please what?"

“P-please…no, I can’t…I won’t…”

The manacles reappeared on her wrists momentarily, and she trailed off.

”Testing me is not wise, Chou Tzuyu. You know what fate awaits you should you continue needling me.”

She nodded quickly. She was holding up rather better than I had expected, but my abilities were just about endless, as was my capacity for teasing her. With another snap of my fingers she was bent over on her knees, head down. I materialized behind her and sat down.

”You will submit to me, eventually. You already crave it. But since you’re so intent on resisting, I’m going to make you beg for it before I give you what you so desperately need.”

She was silent for several moments.

"Please use me..." Her breaths were short and shaky, as her virtuous nature crumpled under instinct and hormones. "I want to be fucked so bad...I need it...please..."

"Again. Say it again."

"Please, use me!" Desperation was slowly creeping into her tone. "I need you inside me, I need to be used, abused, fucked!"

Shame at her own uncontrollable lust overtook her expression. "Please don't make me say it again...it's so humiliating..."

I laughed. "If you think this is humiliation, you're completely unprepared for what's coming. Say it again.”

She gulped, and my words sent shivers through her body. She raised her voice. “Please! Please, I beg you, use my little pussy for your pleasure! I belong to you, you own me, I’m nothing but a little whore! I want it, I need it, I need you inside me, pumping me full of cum, using me!”

I could no longer tease her; my own willpower had crumbled. I sat down on my throne and levitated her over to me and conjured a pair of cuffs to bind her hands behind her back. Although my cock was times smaller now that I had shrunk to a manageable size, it would still stretch her out nicely. I had no doubt she was a virgin, since in having researched her past when I was attempting to trap her, I had read that she had always been one of sound morals. But I would fix that soon.

Without any further delay, I lowered her onto my now-hard cock. My head prodded firmly against her tight, soaking entrance for a moment before pushing in.

She cried out in pleasure unaccompanied by pain, since I had for a moment disabled her pain receptors. She was stuffed full to the absolute fullest she could be, my head easily reaching her cervix. In hacking her mind I had discovered all of the kinks she'd forcibly drowned, and now I brought them right back to the surface of her mind.

"Now tell me," I said, slowly lifting and letting her down, impaling her on my cock at a snail's pace, "what do you want me to do to you?"

"I want to be fucked so hard I pass out," she moaned, "I want to be abused, punished, broken until I'm nothing but a loving little whore for you."

"What else? I know that isn't the extent of it." I said, smirking with pleasure at her words. She gasped as my bulge hardened even more inside her.

"Spank me, choke me, shock me, tie me up and fuck me until I scream! Take me in public and punish me for everyone to see so everyone may know what a submissive little slut I am!"

My restraint dissolved and I started telekinetically ramming her up and down on me, the drastic increase in pace making her yell. I stood up and made us both materialize on the floor. I summoned chains to bind her on her knees and a leather paddle to punish her. Bending her over, I started up a lightning-fast pace with brutal force, driving into her as fast as I possibly could. This was ultimately too much for her to handle.

"FUCK!" She screamed, and I felt a strong spray of cum splatter my thighs immediately. "FUCK YES!"

"You wanted it?" I growled in her ear. "Take it."

I kept fucking her at maximum pace, landing equally fast spanks on her ass with the paddle. Red rectangles started blossoming on her pristine skin, accompanied by her cries and screams of ecstasy.

"PLEASE!"

"Please what?"

"Harder!" Her voice was strained with pleasure, desperate to be pounded harder. "Give me more!"

With a devilish grin I magically increased my own size, which made her suck in a gasping breath as she was stretched out even further by another inch of girth.

Breath taken mostly away momentarily, she could only make small gasping noises before locking eyes with me over her shoulder and giving me a silent plea for pleasure.

One I was more than happy to oblige.

Continuing to rain spanks on her now-red ass, I magically increased my own speed to even faster than before, which increased the intensity of her screams. Her little pussy squeezed me like a vice, and somehow I felt an orgasm building within me too.

Impossible. No one, especially a mortal, had ever made me cum this fast. But the way her hole pressed against and massaged my shaft was like nothing I had ever felt, and with the speed I was pistoning into it, cumming was imminent.

I grasped her hair in a rough ponytail and dragged her head back as I continued fucking her, making her adoring eyes meet mine. Moans, whimpers, and yelps streamed out of her mouth one after the other.

“Fuck yes, master, please don’t stop, it’s so good!” Her eyes started to roll back. “Fuck me until I pass out, make me - oh, fuck yes, yes, right there masterrrr…nnngh YES!”

Another powerful gush of cum rained down upon the ground, and my own orgasm started building faster.

"You want my cum, little whore?"

"Yes, please!" She cried. "Fill me up! Cum in me and breed my womb! Breed me, please, master!”

Her plea proved to be too much, and I felt the wave of intense orgasmic pleasure crash over me.

"Oh my god, FUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK!!!"

Her wail echoed around in the stone room as I released spurt after spurt of cum inside her and her jet of squirt blasted against my legs, drenching them and spraying the floor. She clamped and throbbed around me erratically, wail diminishing to a series of loud moans, gasps and cries as the orgasm subsided.

"Oh god...oh fuck...so...full...yes..."

I landed another single smack on her plump, reddened ass, making her yelp.

"Now what do you say, little slut?"

"Th-thank you, master..." She murmured. "Thank you..."

"Ready for some more?"

Without waiting for an answer I flipped her over, already returned to full, throbbing mast. I dissolved her chains, then pushed her legs up until her knees pressed against her shoulders. I got on top of her, her feet going over my shoulders, and then lined up with her pussy and pushed back in. I had infinite stamina to use on her, so I could go as many rounds as I wanted.

I struck up a slow tempo, pressing against her cervix at the deepest point of every single thrust, drawing cries and clenches. I took hold of her chin, forced her to meet my stare, and saw my own glowing orange eyes reflected in hers.

“M-master…” She whimpered, hands clutching at the broad expanse of my upper back. “It’s so deep…I love it…I belong to you…”

I felt myself grin, and she gave a shuddering gasp at a particularly forceful thrust.

“Who owns you?”

“You do, master…you own me…my body is yours…”

I started gradually increasing my speed.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, harder!" She moaned, voice lowered as she stared adoringly into my eyes. "Give it to me! Hhnngh, yes, fuck, please!"

I upped the speed and force of my thrusts, lowering my right hand to her neck and applying enough pressure to restrict her breathing, just how I knew she liked it. Her tight, wet heat felt like heaven around me, like she was specially designed for me to pound into oblivion.

"Oh yes..." She groaned, telltale spasms in her tight tunnel signaling her impending orgasm. "Choke me, master...I'm gonna cum again..."

I too felt my climax coming, and I got the sense from her eyes rolling up into her head that she was near unconsciousness. With a final thrust I slammed one home, painting her insides with my cum and sending a thick load directly into her womb. She let out a near-whistletone scream of pleasure as her cum splattered my legs and the ground beneath her. Her body trembled, her legs shook, and she pulsed around me in time with her racing heart.

"Ffffuuuuuuuckkkk..."

Hips bucking weakly, she muttered mindless pleas and broken sentences, shaking violently until with a final, shuddering gasp, she went limp.

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Needless to say, Tzuyu was no longer said modest, virtuous, prudent, morally upstanding human girl that she had been prior to meeting me. She was entirely hooked. Any trace of aversion to being a slave had been completely purged from her mind by the overwhelming pleasure I made her beg for day and night. She was constantly desperate for it when around me. Even just being near me, she would go red in the face, her breathing would get shallower, and she’d start fidgeting. Of course, this didn’t go beyond my notice, and typically would result in a few more orgasms being added to the rapidly mounting count. Any modicum of her previous psyche had been obliterated by the mind-shattering peaks I drove her to time and time again over the following days. She knew nothing more than being an adoring, cock-addicted slave from that day on. And she wanted nothing more, either.

Upon my command, she did, in fact, report to the gods that her mission had been a success. And alongside railing Tzuyu senseless day in and day out, all that was left to do was wait for them to prompt the rest of their spies to invade.

The plan had worked perfectly.

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A/N: From start to finish, this took over a year to flesh out and complete. As much as I wanted to rush through it to move on to the final installment of the Field Trip franchise, I took my time to make it better. I may have skimped somewhat with the ending, but this thing has spent long enough in my drafts and I’m ready to move on. Were this the aforementioned book idea, it would obviously be continued after the ending up there. The same friend who collaborated with me for Promiscuous (my fic for 1k followers, which sadly is now inaccessible) did some work on this one too. I hope you all enjoyed, and as always, thank you for taking the time to read.

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Holy fuck

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Anyone know what happened to Smutoperator?

I saw a reblog of one of their fics and it said deactivated so I checked and the blog doesn't exist anymore. Any info on that?

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Draft List

This is a list of all my drafts, current and future. An idea from @banananutsmuthie. As for the upcoming drafts, I'll be adding them over the days I redevelop them.

IN PROGRESS:

#1 title: Field Trip Part 4: Malkia Wa Makahaba (Finale) Idol(s): BLACKPINK Jennie & Lisa, Jeon Somi, EVERGLOW E:U, TWICE Sana & Momo, G-IDLE Minnie, and ITZY Ryujin Words so far: 1.20k Expected words: 12-15k Expected release date: September 31st, 2026 Summary: Jennie, Jaali, Yusufu, Chiumbo, Aboyo, and Kariuki set out to retrieve Somi immediately following the end of FT3. After her initiation into the harem, Somi along with the other girls gets a little taste of exhibitionism as an extensive public scene takes place. Afterwards, the whole group goes back to Kenya, where more gangbangs (and humiliation for Somi) ensue. Ultimately, Somi grows to enjoy being treated like the slave they've turned her into, just like the rest. Though the others are much appreciated, Jennie remains the crowd favorite, securing her spot forever as Malkia Wa Makahaba. Picture(s):

UPCOMING (SPOILERS): These are smuts I'll probably be releasing in the next year. They are not necessarily put down in order of preference or confirmed plan. All titles, idols, summaries, pictures, and release dates are subject to change at any time. The release dates are probably skewed anyway because I'm busy all the time.

#1 title: Game Start Idol(s): BLACKPINK Rosé Expected words: 6-7k Expected release date: May 15th, 2027 Summary: Rosé was only planning on having a drink or two. Maybe a little Netflix, and a nightcap. She'd invited over a close friend, (undecided name; male) for a drink, but before she knew it it had turned into truth or dare. Tipsy and pliable, she agreed to a dared game of poker despite being terrible at it. But it wasn't normal poker, no. It was strip poker. Never one to turn down a challenge, she'd accepted. Several rounds later, after being decimated in every single one of them, she'd found herself outmatched and naked. Things got heated pretty fast, and one little drink spiraled quickly into several loads pumped inside her. Picture(s):

#2 title: Boss Taming Idol(s): TWICE Tzuyu Expected words: 6k Expected release date: December 31st, 2026 Summary: Sick and tired of being mistreated by his boss, an employee finally decides to do something about it, to a much more pleasurable end than he expected. Picture(s):

#3 title: Good As Gold (Redux) Idol(s): TWICE Momo Expected words: 5k Expected release date: March 31st, 2027 Summary: As a tribute to @xiaoondc for his help in building and then rebuilding my account, I'll be rewriting this smut to the best of my memory, as the original can't be accessed now. Momo has been sent to retrieve a solid gold relic from the tomb of a dead village chief. Upon exiting with the relic, she finds herself faced with fifty very unhappy natives. She wakes up naked and tied up, being questioned about her presence in the tomb. When she is unwilling to give answers, they resort to less civilized tactics. Picture(s):

#4 title: Field Trip (Redux) Idol(s): BLACKPINK Jennie, Jeon Somi Expected words: 6-7k Expected release date: May 30th, 2027 Summary: As another tribute to @xiaoondc for all his help, I'll be rewriting the lost masterpiece that was this story. Jennie is on a sightseeing trip to Kenya and upon getting on the bus, she meets a fellow Korean, Somi. Together they travel to a rural Kikuyu village, where they are set loose to explore on their own. But when they stray too far an trespass onto the sacrificial grounds of an altar underneath a Mugumo tree, they quickly find out that this village harbors far more lecherous inhabitants than they thought. Picture(s):

#5 title: Overwatch Idol(s): aespa Karina Expected words: 7k Expected release date: July 15th, 2027 Summary: A group of civilian warriors set up camp while passing through a destroyed, war-torn city and Karina is put on overwatch. But as she keeps an eye on the surrounding landscape, she is sneaked up on by a rival group. But instead of death, she's given the pounding of her life. Picture(s):

#6 title: Domination of A Doppelganger Idol(s): BLACKPINK Rosé, Allissa Shin Expected words: 7-8k Expected release date: September 1st, 2027 Summary: Tired of being bullied about her visual similarity to Rosé, Allissa calls up a friend who also knows Rosé and arranges a little get together. She's finally able to release some of the tension and anger she's felt, and in so doing helps Rosé to realize the submissive side of herself. Picture(s):

#7 title: Not of This World Idol(s): IVE Wonyoung Expected words: 7-8k Expected release date: October 31st, 2027 Summary: These weird dreams have been happening for a few weeks now. I don't know why, but I've been having odd dreams where a sexy...someone has been fucking me. She looks almost human, but she isn't...she can't be human. It's time for Wonyoung to pay him a visit while he's awake...this should be fun. Picture(s):

#8 title: The Seven Realms of The Black Keep's Reign - Phase I Idol(s): A fucking lot of them, I haven't chosen them all yet Expected words: At least 40k Expected release date: January 31st, 2028 Summary & pics coming later

#9 title: The Seven Realms of The Black Keep's Reign - Phase II Idol(s): A fucking lot of them, I haven't chosen them all yet Expected words: At least 45k Expected release date: April 30th, 2028 Summary & pics coming later

#10 title: The Seven Realms of The Black Keep's Reign - Phase III Idol(s): A fucking lot of them, I haven't chosen them all yet Expected words: At least 50k Expected release date: July 31st, 2028

#11 title: The Seven Realms of The Black Keep's Reign - Epilogue Idol(s): Haven't decided them all yet, but not as many as the previous chapters Expected words: 8k Expected release date: September 31st, 2028 Summary & pics coming later

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Leaderboard

This is a leaderboard for the number of notes each of my fics has. Updated whenever I feel like it. You're welcome.

Last updated: 2026/04/23

Field Trip - Jennie & Somi (1,081)

Special Fanmeet - Momo and Jihyo (852)

Field Trip Part 2: The Queen's Homecumming - Jennie & Lisa (826)

Good as Gold - Momo (620)

College Days - Sihyeon (528)

Anything for The Team - Somi (506)

Midas's Gift - Natty (462)

After-match Entertainment - Jennie (460)

Summer Getaway - Yiren (446)

Career Advice - Suzy & Seolhyun (415)

Party In The Barracks - Chaeyoung (399)

Like OOH-AHH - Sana (351)

Field Trip Part 3: The Harem Expedition - Jennie, Lisa, E:U, Sana, Momo, Minnie, & Ryujin (328)

Mistaken Identity - Allissa Shin (299)

Promiscuous - Aisha (275)

Breakfast In Bed - Hyomin (271)

Lascivious - Tzuyu (246)

The Fall of An Angel - Tzuyu (122)

Note that some of my works are inaccessible. After my account got deleted, my older works with the "keep reading" that opened a link became unusable. Since the link no longer exists, it can't be opened. Fucking bummer, I know.

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Masterlist

This is a list of all of my smuts, in alphabetical order by group. I've put in the originals as reblogged by @xiaoondc so I can keep the original note counts. Some of my older ones can't be accessed because the links don't exist anymore, but I'll keep them for reminiscence's sake. If anyone has a version or reblog of the inaccessible fics that can be accessed, please sent it to me.

AOA

• Career Advice (Ft. Bae Suzy & AOA Seolhyun)

BLACKPINK

• After-match Entertainment (Ft. Jennie) (Inaccessible)

• Field Trip series: -Field Trip (Ft. Jennie & Jeon Somi) (Inaccessible) -Field Trip Part 2: The Queen's Homecumming (Ft. Jennie & Lisa) -Field Trip Part 3: The Harem Expedition (Ft. Jennie & Lisa, EVERGLOW E:U, TWICE Sana & Momo, G-IDLE Minnie, & ITZY Ryujin)

EVERGLOW

• Promiscuous (Ft. Aisha) (Inaccessible)

• College Days (Ft. Sihyeon)

• Summer Getaway (Ft. Yiren)

• Field Trip Part 3: The Harem Expedition (Ft. E:U, BLACKPINK Jennie & Lisa, TWICE Sana & Momo, G-IDLE Minnie, & ITZY Ryujin)

G-IDLE

• Field Trip Part 3: The Harem Expedition (Ft. Minnie, BLACKPINK Jennie & Lisa, EVRRGLOW E:U, TWICE Sana & Momo, & ITZY Ryujin)

ITZY

• Field Trip Part 3: The Harem Expedition (Ft. Ryujin, BLACKPINK Jennie & Lisa, EVERGLOW E:U, TWICE Sana & Momo, & G-IDLE Minnie)

JEON SOMI

• Anything For The Team (Ft. Jeon Somi)

• Field Trip (Ft. Jennie & Jeon Somi) (Inaccessible)

KISS OF LIFE

• Midas's Gift (Ft. Natty)

T-ARA

• Breakfast In Bed (Ft. Hyomin) (Inaccessible)

TWICE

• Lascivious (Ft. Tzuyu) (Inaccessible)

• Like OOH-AHH (Ft. Sana) (Inaccessible)

• Good As Gold (Ft. Momo) (Inaccessible)

• Party In The Barracks (Ft. Chaeyoung)

• Special Fanmeet (Ft. Momo & Jihyo)

• Field Trip Part 3: The Harem Expedition (Ft. Sana & Momo, BLACKPINK Jennie & Lisa, EVERGLOW E:U, G-IDLE Minnie, & ITZY Ryujin)

∙ The Fall of An Angel (Ft. Tzuyu)

OTHER/NON-KPOP

• Mistaken Identity (Ft. Allissa Shin)

GROUP CROSSOVERS:

• Career Advice (Ft. Bae Suzy & AOA Seolhyun)

• Field Trip (Ft. BLACKPINK Jennie & Jeon Somi)

• Field Trip Part 3: The Harem Expedition (Ft. E:U, BLACKPINK Jennie & Lisa, TWICE Sana & Momo, G-IDLE Minnie, & ITZY Ryujin)

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Mistaken Identity ft. Allissa Shin

A/N: Aaaaaand we have a special guest tonight, Miss Allissa Shin! I imagine this is something of a curveball, since I've never broken away from K-Pop idols, but here we are. I can't find fics of her ANYWHERE, so I guess it's good that I get to be the pioneer of it. Note that she will be one of the only people I write about outside of K-Pop, so don't bother requesting Taylor Swift or anything. This was another phenomenal pitch from @xiaoondc, the main contributor to my current success. It's also starting to seem like my readers are into BBC gangbangs, considering the number of pitches I have and have had that involve them. Allissa Shin looks so much like Rosé it's almost impossible to tell them apart in some photos. I'm ramping up the use of daddy and of tildes in this one at the suggestion of readers. So without further ado, I present Mistaken Identity. Forgive me if I spell her name with only one L, my brain thinks it should be spelled like that. Also prepare yourself for overly excessive use of tildes in Allissa's speech.

{Note: Any and all photos of Allissa Shin used in this work are 100% real and can be found on her Instagram, allissashin}

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Length: 5.34k

Possible TW: Bondage, spanking

Tags: Gangbang, BBC gangbang, DP, bondage, spanking, 69, cunnilingus, rimming

Allissa rapped the counter with her knuckles and traded another bill for another shot of whiskey from the bartender. She swallowed half of it, relishing in the spicy, woody taste with the subtle hint of sweet, and the burn that followed the liquor down her throat, making her wince a bit.

"Too strong?" The bartender asked, rubbing a glass with a pristinely white cloth. "I can get something lighter."

"Nah, it's perfect." She downed the rest of the shot and handed him back the shotglass, leaning back in the plush seat. "How many was that?"

"Nine." He replied, washing out her glass and drying it before it took its place in the cabinet. "Going through something?"

"Nope. Just felt like a being a little extra drunk tonight."

He chuckled. "Well, I'd advise you to be careful, Miss Shin. There are some who would take advantage of your intoxication."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

A huge, hulking black guy took the seat to her left, quickly joined by four of his buddies. From a glance in their direction, she could see that each and every one of them was not only very muscular and very attractive, and they were all wearing tank tops and sweatpants to prove it. The one closest to her had a large dragon tattooed on his right arm. She felt a distinct rush of arousal course through her, which might've been from the alcohol, but she liked it either way.

"The usual, I assume, Ekon?" The bartender asked. (I figured Ekon would be a good one because it's an Nigerian name that literally translates to "strong", which is quite fitting, considering who he is.)

"That's right. And one for all of my homies, on me." The guy on her left said in a deep, rumbling voice.

The bartender nodded and whisked away to prepare the drinks, and the guy threw a glance at Allissa.

"Oh shit, is that you, Chaeyoung? Yo guys, it's Rosie! Wassup!"

She looked over, confused, as the other guys erupted into cheers.

"Uhm...h-hi." She replied amongst the whoops. "Not to be rude or anything, but do I...know you guys?"

"Wow, after all this time you forgot about yo closest homies?" another one said, feigning tears. "Daaaamn."

'They must be mistaking me for someone else," she thought, watching them all colloquially fake being sad, during the course of which she conveniently heard all their names. 'Well...they are all really cute, I guess it couldn't hurt to play along.'

"Oh, shit, hey! I didn't recognize you guys at first!" She said in a bright tone, smiling. "Sorry about that, it's been too long!"

"Man, you gon' break a brother's heart messing 'round like that, forgettin' us." said the one directly to her left.

She laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that, E."

"Nah, you all good. Ayo!" He called to the bartender, who was still mixing the drinks. "Lemme get one for my homegirl over here too!"

He nodded and continued his mixing.

"What'd you order?" She asked.

"Girl, you don't even remember my go-to? Damn, we really ain't seen each other in a fat minute. I got all us some good shit, rum and liqueur and stuff."

"Ah." She said. "Sounds good."

"Trust him, it is good." One guy on the end tapped in. "And don't take too much, because that shit'll have you on the ground if you take one sip too many."

"Yo, remember back in high school? She couldn't handle anything!" This caused a fair amount of laughs, which needled her into speech.

"Yeah? Let's see how I am now then. I already had nine shots of Jim Beam."

"That's true." The bartender chimed in, bringing over the seven drinks. "Nine shots."

"Damn." Ekon said, accepting the drink and adjusted the chain on his neck. "Thanks, man. Somethin' musta changed since we last saw each other Chae, back then you could barely take one shot of henny. Nine shots of Jim Beam? That ain't never happenin' seven years ago."

Allissa suddenly realized something. 'Are they mistaking me for Rosé?' She thought. 'No way...well, still can't hurt to play a long a bit.'

"Well, a lot's changed in seven years." She said as the other guys calmed down, taking a small sip of her drink. "This is good."

He nodded. "Sure is. Rum, coconut liqueur, pineapple juice, orange juice, stuff like that. So how you been?"

"Pretty good. You?"

"Same. Life's been good. You ever get that modeling gig you was always after?"

"Funnily enough, I did." She had actually gotten into modeling, just not the gig he was referencing. "Pretty successful."

"Oh, so you got some bands. Nice. I got a question though, don't answer if you don't wanna."

"Go for it."

"You still a virgin?"

"Hell no." She replied immediately. Allissa didn't know whether or not Rosé was a virgin, but she certainly wasn't.

"Really?" He downed the last sip of his cocktail. "Something's changed about that attitude too. Last time we saw each other you was saying you weren't gonna lose it until you got married."

"Guess I changed my mind." She took another sip of hers.

"How many?" Another guy down the line, who'd been lying attention to the conversation said. She didn't have to ask what he meant.

"Nine." She replied.

Ekon nodded. "Respectable amount. Less than I would've expected, to be honest."

She raised an eyebrow. "I said I'm not a virgin, not that I'm a whore."

He raised his hands. "My bad, gang, my bad. So you going anywhere else tonight?"

"I wasn't planning to, but I wouldn't mind."

"You wanna come back to our place?"

She was suddenly very aware of how sheer and tight her dress was, and more aware of how the defined muscles of Ekon's arms rippled with every movement.

She didn't say anything, but he could definitely figure out the change in expression on her face.

"Well?"

"S-sure, yeah." She said, voice wavering a little.

He turned to the guy on his left. "Yo, she coming home with us. Y'all finished?"

The other one smirked, nodded, and passed the news on while Eli turned back to Allissa, a smirk on his face too.

"You finished with the drink?"

Despite her anticipation and slight nervousness, she put on a bolder face and downed the last bit of the cocktail.

"I am now."

"Alright," he said, smiling wider, grabbing his keys, and tossing the bartender a wad of bills. "Let's roll."

...

Bursting through the doors into the cool night air was refreshing after the interior of the bar. Though cozy, it was warm and a little stuffy inside. Her steps were definitely weaving a little, but she made it to Eli's car alright. A classic '69 Pontiac GTO, painted black.

"Yo! You driving?" One of the other guys called to Ekon.

"Nah, you drive, Adrian. I wanna, uh...catch up with Rosie."

Allissa took the back seat, Adrian driving and another riding shotgun, and Ekon in the back with her. The engine awoke with a roar and the headlights switched on, illuminating the dark parking lot.

"I gotta say, Chae, you been doing some developing." Ekon commented as they started down a dark boulevard.

She had a feeling she already knew what he meant, but she asked. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean..." he gestured to her body then outlined a curvaceous figure in the air with his hands.

She blushed, hitting him on his muscular arm. "Stop!"

"I ain't joking, man. I mean...damn."

She giggled. "Thank you..."

He grinned. "Really is good to see you again though, Chae."

"You too. What are we doing when we get there?"

"We gonna figure that out when we get there. But I know you ain't stupid, you could take a good guess."

One look at his expression told her all she needed to know, and she looked away, the thought causing a thrill of anticipation and a fresh wave of arousal to a certain place in her lower region. She pressed her thighs together, trying to stave off getting turned on, but she couldn't stop her gaze from wandering over to his chiseled torso, on which every line, curve, and detail was put on display by the tight white muscle shirt. She found herself unconsciously licking her lips as her gaze roved over his perfect cumgutter abs, outlined pecs, and massively ripped arms. And from what she could see, he had a hell of a package in his boxers. (I feel so gay writing this entire part💀)

"Like what you see?" Her excitement and intense gaze did not go unnoticed.

"Mm, yes, I do~" It might've been the alcohol fueling her words, but part of it was coming directly from down below.

He chortled. "Yeah, I bulked up. Been going to the gym a lot recently."

She slid a hand over his rock-hard thigh, gently squeezing the fibers which felt like steel under her fingers. She gasped in pure arousal as her hand moved onto an absolute monster of a cock, which was massive without even being erect.

"Oh my god~" She massaged the phallic behemoth and moved closer on the seat, allowing him to put his arm over her shoulders and pull her into him. His powerful grip and iron-fiber muscles around her turned her on even more. His hand moved slowly downward, caressing the soft round of her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasped again softly as his index finger traced her nipple, her sensitivity kicked up by the alcohol and how purely turned on she was.

"Save it for the room, y'all," said Adrian. "Ain't no one wanna see that."

"Don't even lie, bro, you know you want a piece." Ekon fired back. "Homie try to bullshit me..." he muttered. The other shrugged and stopped talking.

It was only a short ride more before they arrived at a large, mostly White House that resembled a a palace, with marble columns and everything. Allissa, even being the owner of a not-so-humble estate herself, was shocked at the sheer size and grandeur of the mansion.

"This is where you live?" Pleasure forgotten temporarily, she pressed her face against the window and gazed like an awestruck child.

Ekon chuckled, bringing his hand down to her now-exposed ass and giving it a strong squeeze. "Yup. There's five of us, we all live in the same joint."

"Wow..." His fingers wandered a little lower, pulling up the bottom hem of her dress so her thong was exposed.

"Damn, Chae, a thong?" He chuckled a little more. "Didn't know you was gettin' yo freak on so much."

"Mmhmm~" She bit her lip at the sight of his cock hard and straining against his sweats. "Fuck, you're big..."

Undergoing a sudden change of demeanor as they pulled into the driveway, he pressed her against the seat by the neck and spoke in his deep rumble of a voice. "And you want that, don't you?"

"Yes, daddy, I do~" Her voice came out as a whimper, his dominance only serving to make her more needy. "I want it a lot~"

"Well, yo ass bouta get it, hard."

"Oh yes, please, daddy," she moaned, his hands on her making her wet. "I want it!"

Ekon had opened his mouth to say something in return when the voice in the passenger seat piped up again.

"Y'all! We are 20 feet from the damn house, hold off for a second!"

"Aight, my bad bro. But you," he said, returning his hand to her neck as she giggled at Adrian, "better keep your little slut mouth shut."

"Yes, daddy," she said submissively, getting wetter by the second. They all got out of the car and walked quickly into the house, followed by the other two from the other car. The moment they all piled in through the door and it closed, Ekon pinned her arms to the wall above her head with one hand and kissed her, tongue aggressively pushing into her mouth. She moaned, his other hand going to her neck, while other hands pulled up her dress and caressed various other parts of her. Before long she was rid of her dress and left only in her bra and panties.

They backed off momentarily to admire her curvy, sexy figure. After a few "damn"s, they converged once more and she was pinned against the wall again.

She bit her lip as hands slipped into her panties and bra, teasing her sensitive spots and making her moan. Her hands, helplessly held above her head, twisted and writhed as multiple fingers plunged into her entrance, teased her sensitive clit, and rubbed over her nipples, assaulting her senses from every side. It had been a while since she had anyone, and she found herself quickly approaching her first orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," she panted, gasping as several fingers found and roughly fingered her g-spot. "Oh god yes, I'm gonna cum!"

"Already?" Ekon said, triceps inconveniently flexing and turning her on more as he pushed against her hands and throat. "You little slut."

"Mmm, yes~" She moaned with rapid breaths, arching her back in pleasure. "You're gonna make me cum~"

His hand left her throat and slapped her face, leaving a small stinging mark in its wake. She was surprised at first and then felt a warm surge of sensual humiliation send a jolt straight to her pussy.

"A-ahh, fuck, yes, yes, ngghh yes, I'm cumming!" She bucked her hips off the wall, crying out in loud pleasure as she squirted on the many hands teasing her. She slid down the wall as the guys backed off, chest heaving even from the light orgasm she just had.

Apparently they weren't patient enough to postpone fucking her, so with little more ado they hoisted her to her feet and onto the rich white leather couch, a couple of them removing her panties and bra. Shirts were removed around her, filling her sight with abs and ripped arms. Jeans and sweats were next, taking boxers with them and leaving everyone present completely naked, and the other guys backed off as Ekon approached and went behind her.

She let out a sharp cry as a massive cock penetrated her pussy and immediately shattered whatever semblance of coherent thought she had left. The sheer size inside her stretched her walls out and caused a fair deal of pleasure and slight pain.

"Please," she murmured quietly, arching and then wiggling her ass to allow him better access, "ruin me."

He wasted no more time and started ruthlessly pounding her, loud claps on skin on skin sounding as he slammed his hips into her ass. She couldn't control the cries that left her mouth, face contorting in pleasure.

"Fuck!" She yelled, his cock reaching unbelievable depths inside her. "Oh my god yes, you're sso big! Oh yes, daddy, fuck my pussy!"

She could hear commentary from the five others, but her mind was too far gone to pay attention to it. He roughly grabbed her arms and held them behind her back, ramming her into the couch and leaving her helpless to the relentless assault on her tight tunnel.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck! Don't stop, please keep going daddy!"

"Shut the fuck up and take it, you little whore." He leaned some of his weight on her, letting him growl in her ear, and pressed his hand over her mouth, muffling her moans.

"Mmph! Yes daddy!" Her voice was muted by his hand. He let go of her mouth and she turned her head to the side to survey his body. His hands left the couch as well, abs flexing to hold himself up as both hands were brought down on her supple ass in a punishing smack.

"Oh yes, spank me! Spank me harder daddy!" He gladly complied, landing more hard slaps on her ass. The sting brought her a blissful mix of pain and pleasure that was building up an orgasm like an edifice inside her.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum!" She heard the low groan behind her, accompanied by a few more spanks, and bucked her hips back into him as much as she could.

"Are you ready to take my cum, little slut?"

She nodded eagerly, still being slammed into the couch by his relentless thrusts. He delivered another hard spank to her ass, grip tightening on her arms behind her back.

"Try again."

"Yes, daddy!" She cried, eyes rolling into her head as the pleasure overtook her. "I want all of it, give me your cum, please daddy!"

A moan sounded behind her and a second later, a hot current of cum streaming into her pussy. The feeling of being filled with his cum overwhelmed her senses and threw her headlong into a strong orgasm; a wail of pleasure left her as she arched her back and squirted hard onto him.

She got barely a few moments' recovery before all the others approached and loaded onto the couch. Ekon stepped away and let them take their turn, and after one of them lifted her leg and positioned himself under her, she was penetrated in her ass and pussy by two enormous cocks.

Nothing but a gutteral, throaty moan was produced by her already overworked vocal cords. But she noticed two more guys walking around to her backside, and a thought crossed her foggy mind. They weren't going to...were they?

Her question was answered as the feeling of two more hard, throbbing tips pressing against her entrances sent signals of ecstasy to her receptors. With little more ado and no consideration for how much they were stretching her out (which was overloading her with pleasure), the shafts of the tips thrusted inside her.

"Fuck!" Pleasure turned her mind to mush for a moment as she briefly lost touch with reality. Two cocks in each hole; she hadn't been fucked like this in ages.

No, she hadn't been fucked like this ever.

Various murmurs of dirty things reached her ears, but none of them really registered with her brain. She kept up her dialogue of submissive moans, her pleas growing more and more wanting as she got more and more desperate.

"Oh yes, fuck my pussy," she panted, yelping as the smacks pelted down on her ass cheeks. "Fucking give it to me! Harder!"

All four cocks were pumping in and out of her with furious vigor; her pussy was soaked like a monsoon, and was made even wetter by the obscenities and degradation coming from behind her.

"Yeah, take these dicks, you slut!"

"You like being filled up like this, whore?"

"Yes daddy~" she whimpered, being overloaded with sensation. "I want all of your cocks in my tight little cunt! I'm your slutty little toy, keep fucking me just like that, yes!"

More spanks rained down on her ass, causing more waves of pleasure-pain to spread through her and intensifying the telltale tingling in her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes! More!" She cried. "Spank me harder!"

To her slight dismay, the slaps stopped. But a second later, something that stung a lot and something that was definitely not a hand made contact with her pinkened ass cheeks. She glanced around just as the strap was brought down on her once more, and a hand slapped her face. Her arousal turned to the max, she bit her lip and turned back around to a cock in her face. Without a second thought she opened her mouth and allowed it to push past her lips. She sucked passionately and hungrily, ignoring the slight discomfort she felt when his length went down her throat.

"Fuck, such a good little slut. Ain't that right, Rosie?" Ekon's deep voice was easily recognizable.

She nodded vigorously and continued impaling her throat on his massive cock. Her eyes rolled back and she gagged as her mouth and nose made contact with his pubes. She flicked her tongue out to trace circles on his balls as he grabbed her hair and held her right where she was. Slurping obscenely, she stuck out her tongue as far as possible to let him push every last centimeter into her squeezing throat.

"Mmph!" Her moans and gags were muted, but had she been able, the whole neighborhood would have heard her screams. She was going to cum and she knew it, the many cocks invading her holes proving to be too much to handle.

"Phhk!" More strikes from the strap, more thrusts from the guys. "Guhnuh kmm!"

Their hands stroked and caressed her passionately, in stark contrast to their cocks brutally, mercilessly pounding her. No relent, no mercy, no caring for anything more than raw pleasure. And she loved it that way.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" She brought her head off Ekon's shaft and cried out to the room. "It's so fucking good, yes!"

She couldn't take it anymore. Her back arched and her hips bucked against them as her third orgasm slammed into her like a truck, her body trembling with the force of her squirting. Her arms gave out and her front half collapsed, burying her face in the couch. Still, there was no pause in the way they pitilessly railed her, driving their thick cocks in and out of all her holes.

Vaguely, she heard every single one say they were, too, on their way to orgasm, which brought her back to reality. She threw her head back and shouted out her pleasure, and her desire to be filled with cum.

"Please, daddy, cum inside me! Fill me up like the pathetic little cumslut I am! I want all of daddy's cum inside my tight little pussy!"

She bucked her hips into them in desperate need of another orgasm. Slaps landed on her face, heightening her arousal and making her even wetter, making her clench around the rods fucking her, adding to their pleasure.

"Fuck yes, breed me daddy! Fill up my pussy with your hot cum and breed me!" Her own dirty talk was turning her on as well as them, a fresh coat of slick lubricating her.

And then suddenly all four of them pushed as far as they could and bottomed out inside her, simultaneously painting her walls with thick ropes of warm, white cream and triggering her fourth orgasm. With a scream and a shaking body her pussy erupted, spraying their thighs with her own cum. One by one, each cock slid out of her, eliciting a whimper from her, and she was able to let her hips fall. Trembling and hypersensitive, she turned over and laid flat on her back, already feeling the cum start to leak out of her and drip down to the couch.

After a minute she sat up slightly and looked between her own thighs, where their cum and her juices were slowly soaking into the couch cushion.

"Oops," she giggled, letting her head fall back over the couch arm. "Guess you might have to get a new cushion."

Ekon chuckled from the other couch. "Chae, if we gave a damn, we'd fuck you on the bed."

He got up and walked away, his massive, semi-hard cock swinging from side to side. Despite having had four orgasms already, she found herself getting wet again at both the sight of him and the thought of getting fucked again. She reached down and gasped as she accidentally brushed her own clit; the touch sent pleasure shooting through her. Her soft moans did not go unnoticed, and as she fingered herself, they converged. She spread her legs eagerly, but instead of fucking her, one of them lowered his head to her soaking, tingling pussy and pressed his tongue against her clit. A high-pitched gasp left her mouth and her hands clamped down on the cushion as her hips immediately and automatically started grinding into his face.

"Oh god, yes," she moaned, eyebrows contracting up as he deftly swiped at her pussy. "Fucking eat me, daddy..."

Allissa felt her arousal and pleasure growing quickly. Clattering came from the next room where Ekon was.

"Oh yes, give it to me, daddy!" She cried, closing her eyes bucking her hips hard against his tongue. "Your tongue feels so good!"

She felt a cock press against her lips and immediately opened her mouth to let it in. She sucked on it hungrily, bobbing her head up and down.

Then someone pushed her legs up into the air, bringing her hips up, and she felt the tongur slide lower, down to her asshole. She shivered at the foreign sensation, and at the same time felt movement above her. To her slight shock, a second tongue planted itself on her pussy, and she looked down to see that the man whose dick was in her mouth had maneuvered into the top side of a 69 to eat her out. This allowed him enough leverage to thrust his hips into her face, driving his cock deep down her throat.

At that moment Ekon returned, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a massage wand in the other. Pinned down by 150 pounds of muscle, she could do nothing as he slipped the wand under the abs of the other guy and pressed it against her nipple. She moaned into his base, the vibrations adding to all the stimulation she was getting. The tongues probing her holes were very quickly catapulting her to her fifth orgasm; they had her bucking her hips and moaning with ease. Ekon's vibrator made her want to writhe and squirm, but she was helplessly trapped by the muscular body above her. Together, the sensations proved too much once more.

Wailing in ectsasy into the thick member in her throat, she clutched at his back and squirted intensely right into his mouth; the tongue in her ass was suddenly replaced by the head of a cock, closely followed by its shaft. Tears sprang to her eyes as she orgasmed again, hips jerking wildly as more cum streaming out of her.

Someone grabbed her and turned her over, sliding under her and pushing into her oversensitive pussy. Before she even had time to react, two more stretched out her saliva-covered asshole, and Ekon's cock returned to her mouth. From behind her, someone grabbed her hands and roughly tied them together. Someone grabbed her hair and pulled viciously, and Ekon slapped her face on both cheeks.

As soon as the others had come, she felt that all-too-familiar buildup of heat in her core. They reached points inside her she never knew could be hit, fucked her harder and better than she had ever been fucked in her life. Hands tied behind her back, hair being savagely pulled, ass being spanked hard, pussy, ass, and throat being mercilessly railed and used. There was no return to normal sex after this.

More slaps landed on her ass, thighs, face, and breasts, each one sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. She could feel herself and all the shafts inside her throbbing with need for release, and that they got.

The first one set off a chain reaction. The one under her groaned and buried himself balls deep inside her, explosively cumming and sending another tirade of warmth into her. At the same time, she and Ekon both met their orgasms, another load spurting down her throat. Several streaks of cum splattered onto her stomach, breasts, and face from the bystanders. A spray of her own cum splattered the thighs of the two fucking her ass, and the increased tightness of her ass caused two more loads to jet into her bowels. And then a second orgasm in a row hit her.

"FUCK!" she screamed as Ekon's softening length slid out of her mouth. Waves of ecstasy and intense pleasure slammed through her one by one, her mind going blank as they overtook her. Her world was a haze of bliss, and she could barely manage to crack open her eyes once the throbbing in her well-fucked cunt died down.

Each cock pulled out of her holes, followed by a steady flow of slick and thick cum. When she had recovered sufficiently, she raised her head and saw that her body was a mess of handprints, red marks from slaps and spanks, bruises, cum streaks, and sweat droplets. Spent and well-used, she let her head fall back onto the armrest.

A short while later she got up and wiped all the various bodily fluids off herself with a towel and then returned to the living room, once-coiffed-and-pretty hair disheveled and, in her opinion, sexy as hell.

"Seems a lil' bit ironic to ask, but did you like it?" Ekon asked, reclining in a seat, as she flopped onto a different couch.

"Yes~" she replied, biting her lip and giggling. "A lot."

Gesturing to the amount of cum still leaking out of her pussy and ass, she said, "You boys really outdid yourselves this time, hm~"

He smirked and returned his attention to the glass of whiskey with an approving nod.

Then it occured to her that they were still under the impression that she was Rosé.

"Can I...can I be honest for a second?"

He nodded nonchalantly. "Go for it, homie."

"Well...I-I'm not Rosé." She said in a small voice.

All sets of eyes in the room roved around to her, a few eyebrows raised. "What?"

"I'm not Rosé." She blushed under their intense gazes. "You guys thought I was at the bar, and I thought you were really cute, so I played along, but I'm not Rosé, or whoever it is you thought I was. I'm really sorry."

Ekon and all the rest looked at her for a long moment, and then they all started laughing. Slapping their knees, rocking back and forth laughing.

"Wait, wait, wait." Adrian said, fighting to control his laughter. "So you tryna tell me I been fuckin' some random girl all of us dumbasses thought was our old homie?"

She nodded meekly, glad at least that they weren't mad.

The laughter erupted again, each one of them crying with mirth. Her face turned hot, her embarrassed in a way.

"Aww, she so cute when she blushin'," commented Ekon, still giggling over the mistaken identity.

"Shut up!" She blushed harder, giggling and covering her face with her hands.

He raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

Realizing what he meant, she fell silent, a small blossom of arousal rushing to her pussy at his dominant tone.

"Do we need to punish you again?" His voice turned low, dangerous. She was silent for a moment, the small blossom blooming into a large and very wet flower.

"Yes please, daddy~"

A/N: I searched everywhere for more Allissa Shin smuts, and they don't exist. I mean, I searched on Tumblr, AO3, FFN, AFF, everywhere. So I guess I get to be the pioneer of Allissa Shin fics. Yay. This shouldn't have taken me a month to write, but wifi router problems, a considerable period of writer's block, work, and a fair amount of procrastination delayed it. Hope you enjoyed.

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Special Fanmeet ft. TWICE Momo & Jihyo

A/N: This was a pitch from @azureblue7548, and as I did not receive extra details, I'm going off what I have. Also I have no idea how this kind of situation would go, so be gentle. This is probably one of my kinkiest ones, considering the amount of stuff in the TWs... This one changes perspectives, which is something I might introduce in future smuts as well, such as the upcoming Field Trip Part 3 (more information on that coming soon). The basic summary can be found in my posts, since it was an ask that I answered and therefore posted. I wrote about 3/4 of this when I was drunk, so some parts might be better than others. Moving on to one of 500 more pitches...

-상훈

Length: 5.23k

Possible TW: Shock play, degradation, spanking, bondage

Tags: Throatfuck/gagging, domination, gangbang, a bit of sir kink, degradation, orgasm denial, light bondage, light spanking, shock play, dp in one hole, lesbian fingering/kissing/cumswapping, facesitting

Momo collapsed with a final cry, trembling, as the waves of orgasmic pleasure tore through her. Thoroughly tired and satisfied, she lay on his muscular chest below her, a torrent of his and her cum following his cock as he pulled it out of her.

"F-fuck..." She gasped, chest rising and falling in rhythm with his as they both panted. "So good..." ______________________________________________________________

2 HOURS EARLIER - MOMO ______________________________________________________________

"For us?" Momo laughed at Jihyo's suggestion. "God, I don't remember how long it's been since I actually went on a date. Two guys?"

"Three." Jihyo corrected. "And they're like, really cute. They wanna meet you."

She hesitated. "But what if someone found out? We'd be in massive trouble."

Jihyo rolled her eyes. "C'mon Momo, it's our off day, remember? Besides, Jinyoung (A/N: Jinyoung is JYP) wouldn't find out, the others promised to stay quiet. Please, unnie?

Momo hesitated a bit longer and then gave in. "Okay, I'll come. Where and when?"

"Mingles, in like, an hour. Thanks, unnie!"

"Hmm, nice choice. I'll be there."

"Good. Oh, what's this..." She looked down at her phone. "It's from Jinyoung."

"Oh, lord, I think I know what that's about." said Momo. "What's it say?"

"Something about a special fanmeet." Jihyo sighed.

"Yup, figured that was coming." Momo grimaced lightly. "So much for that date, huh?"

"Guess I'll have to reschedule." Jihyo muttered. "I thought today was our off day?"

"Who knows." Momo replied. "Whatever it is, it's not something we can get out of, is it?"

"I would say probably not. Well, we better go see what's going on."

So, slightly disgruntled, the two hopped back into their car and began the trip back to the JYPE building. ______________________________________________________________

10 MINUTES LATER - MOMO ______________________________________________________________

They pulled up to the building, got out, and made their way inside, passing the staff members, who nodded respectfully.

Jinyoung was in his office (A/N: I assume he has an office, I really have no idea how any of this works), and was awaiting them behind his desk.

"Ah, Momo and Jihyo. Thank you for returning so quickly. My sincerest apologies for interrupting your patiently-awaited and well-deserved day off, but I have organized a...special fanmeeting exclusively for the two of you. You'll be compensated handsomely for your time and effort."

Neither of them was overenthusiastic about spending what was undoubtedly the rest of the day meeting aggressively exuberant fans who were practically (sometimes literally) pissing themselves in excitement, but at the mention of the handsome bonus they both perked up. So without much further ado they were shown to a small-ish room that could be seen as fairly dimly lit even from the outside. Usually their fanmeetings were loud, bright, and tumultuous, so the calm and dark atmosphere of the room they were about to enter was unexpected and slightly refreshing to Momo.

The large, white, curtained French doors were thrown wide and eleven people stood in the dimly lit room; five of them were middle-aged men, who strode forward, shook hands and exchanged muttered words and thanks with Jinyoung, and left. The other six were young men closer to Momo and Jihyo's ages: in their early to late twenties, and, as Momo was pleased to see for once, all coolheadedly attractive. The remaining seven greeted Jinyoung and the two girls deferentially, all dressed in fine clothes ranging from crisp suits to classy leather jacket outfits. He took the two aside momentarily.

"You'll have a peaceful time in here, these young men aren't the usual sort. Or maybe not so peaceful..." Then he winked. "Have fun."

With that, he closed the door and left them with the other seven.

"Have fun?" Jihyo repeated. "Wait...he doesn't mean...does he?"

"Handsome compensation, Jihyo. Think about that."

She took a deep breath. "Alright. Well, if it was going to be someone..."

So with little more fanfare or hesitation, they both stripped naked before the ravenous gazes of their fans. Blushing lightly under the intense stares, she approached slowly, letting her hips fall into the sway that had been taught to her from day one. Licentious smirks twisted each and every face as the two approached. Momo's attention was drawn most keenly to the guy second from the far left; he looked to be one of the youngest of the lot but also the hottest. Dressed in black jeans and a white tank top that displayed a muscular build, he immediately caught her attention.

He made a down gesture with his hand, still smirking. Momo obediently knelt and continued her advance as a crawl, making sure to wiggle her ass as she did. Pleased with her submission, the three on the left closed in on her. Ties were loosened, shirts and jackets were removed, and before she knew it she was surrounded by three sexy, shirtless men, and three cocks were straining against their fabric cages, eagerly awaiting entrance to her warm orifices.

She knelt in the midst of the three, the sound of zippers able to be heard. In front of her, the man unbuttoned and unzipped his own jeans, and then the image of the men surrounding her was replaced by that of three long, hard, throbbing dicks in her face, begging for attention. The guy in front of her took the initiative and grabbed her by her hair, and she opened her lips to let him in.

"The name's Jong-soo (A/N: thought I'd give a couple of them names so I don't have to keep using pronouns), by the way." He murmured as though they were simply talking, while thrusting deeper into her mouth. "Kang Jong-soo."

Momo gave a moan in reply, pushing him deeper. He moaned at her skill, pulling her head harder, immersing his cock further into her throat. She brought her mouth off him and moved to the next one, diving down on his shaft with vigor.

"Mmph!" She moaned, gagging slightly as the girthy length was pushed down her throat. She managed a glance at Jihyo to her right, and she too was on her knees, making a very sloppy job of her service; stroking two and throating another, very obviously enjoying her exploits.

She turned her eyes back to the one in front of her, focusing her entire attention on pleasing him. Moving to the next in line, she jammed it into her throat with considerable effort. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the sheer length and width of the phallic colossus stretching her throat. She choked and struggled on it, bobbing her head slowly. Saliva spilled over her lips and dripped down her chin and onto her bare breasts as she sped up, choking, coughing and gagging on the thick meat in her mouth.

Then a hand grasped the back of her head by her hair and his hips snapped forwards; suddenly, her throat was entirely filled and her nose was buried in pubes. Her neck bulged and her throat swelled to accommodate the extra mass, and more spit leaked out past the base of his shaft. Despite the strain of making room for his cock, she felt an undeniable thrill of pleasure run through her, and that indisputable wave of arousal sent a fresh rush of slick to her pussy, making her tingle. She moaned like an animal in heat and reached for the two others; they obliged her eagerly, allowing themselves to be stroked, but as Momo was starved of air by the wood choking her, her body started to inadvertently struggle for oxygen. She gave a jerk and choked again, involuntarily bucking her hips despite the oxygen deprivation, the pleasure making her needy.

The man gave a groan and let her go, and she gasped in a breath as the cock slid out of her gullet. She panted, sucking in breaths, chest heaving, before moving over to the couch. ______________________________________________________________

JIHYO ______________________________________________________________

Taking Momo's initiative, Jihyo moved onto the nearby couch, dislodging the shaft from her throat and kneeling on all fours, ready to take the massive cocks before her. Her pussy pulsed and ached for attention while the men surrounded her; a loud cry and three groans sounding from across the room told her Momo was already getting to it. Her group took their positions, one under her, one behind, and one in front, and she felt two of their hefty members penetrate her ass and pussy. Her whimper was muffled by the one that entered her mouth.

"Mmh, phuuckk!" Her whine was suppressed by the bulging, throbbing manhood that was now being pressed against the back of her throat, and the two behind her didn't bother to start slow . Fast and hard was the pace at which they fucked her, and from the lecherous sounds coming from Momo's end of the room, they were having a damn good time as well.

She whined and rocked her hips back against them, begging needily and wordlessly for more. They kicked up their speed, ramming their hips (and cocks) into her with immoderately quick thrusts. The one in front was slowly forcing his length deeper into her, making her gag. A small waterfall of saliva tracked down her chin and chest. Her breath hitched in her cock-filled throat as the one underneath her met with her g-spot in a perfect thrust; noticing her moans and very heavy breathing, he did it again, and again, and again. Every inch of the dicks filling and stretching her holes send small tsunamis crossing through her being, every vein and ridge felt intensely upon each thrust. With every jab of their hips into her, she felt another jolt of satisfaction shoot through her, each one a push closer to her peak. They were barely started using her and she was already on tipping point.

"Phuk, mm gnhh - gnhh cahm!" She managed to choke out an indecipherable, pleasure-addled alert, before she assaulted the rod in her mouth with vibrations as she screamed out the pleasure of her first orgasm this night.

One of many. ______________________________________________________________

MOMO ______________________________________________________________

Momo heard Jihyo's muffled orgasmic shriek from the other side of the room. Putting it out of her mind and thinking only of pleasing her fans, she rode harder, pistoning both cocks in and out of her ass and pussy with every buck of her hips. Her hands were being held together above her head, stopping her from resisting or moving, not that she wanted to. She was in far too much bliss to even care about such things; even as her face, ass, and pussy were brutally pounded, she found nothing but pleasure in the pure and very arousing domination being doled out.

"Such a good little cockslut, isn't she, boys?" Jong-soo muttered from below her, assisting her in her riding efforts by slamming his hips up into her. The other two only groaned in pleasurable agreement.

"And she's all ours." Momo shivered in arousal, and a hand closed on her neck as he choked her, the constant stretching of it due to the cock in her throat making his fingers move, though they kept their grip. "All. Ours. Nothing but a filthy whore who's eager to be owned and used by us. Isn't that right, Momo?"

She nodded, thoroughly enjoying being degraded, and the grip on her neck tightened. "I said, isn't that right?"

The one in front, taking the hint, pulled out of her mouth long enough for her to moan out a submissive "Yes, sir!" before slamming back in, gagging her.

"Good girl, that's more like it." The grip on her neck subsided and he landed a slap on her face, which only served to heighten her arousal. A hard spank landed on her ass a moment later, and her yelp was stifled.

Then she felt cold metal on her wrists and heard cuffs clicking into place, then rattling of a chain. She brought her head off the cock in her mouth for a breath, looked up, and saw cuffs on her wrists, connected to a chain which was tethered to the ceiling.

"This - fucking - slut!" The guy in her ass groaned, seemingly very close. Momo moaned again and arched her back, pushing back against the constant railing, driving him deeper. He grabbed her hair and bottomed out inside her asshole, flooding her tight hole with hot seed. Trying hard not to cum, she groaned into her facefucking, the pleasure almost overwhelming her. He pulled out, leaving his jizz to be squeezed out of her, got dressed, and left. This was barely even close to Momo's perception, she was too absorbed in pleasuring the two left. She closed her eyes, reveling in the thickness filling her, tonguing the cock in her mouth, trying to milk the cum from it. Her efforts worked, and he too buried himself as far as he could go in her, gagging her and almost making her retch from the size. Her eyes rolled in her head as several jets of cum were shot into her stomach. His murmurs of pleasure were like music to her ears; very naughty music that told her she had done a fantastic job. He pulled out after a moment, got dressed, and left, but Momo got the die she would be seeing them back before long.

She was wrenched from other thoughts as Jong-soo went from slow and steady, letting her concentrate on the others, to furiously fast, drilling her with aggression. Momo was finally able to vocalize her bliss, finally able to scream her lungs out.

"Fuck, please, harder! Ohh it's so big, so thick, fuck yes! I'm so close, please..."

He gritted his teeth and groaned through them, burying himself to the hilt with every push, prodding spots inside her that had never been reached before.

"God, you're so tight!"

She felt the heat building, temperature rising. Her cries became more desperate as she got closer, the pleasure overwhelming her. But then the sensation was cut off as he stopped.

"Wha-what?" Her eyes snapped open to see a smirk on his face.

"You don't get to cum until I let you." He smacked her ass hard, making her yelp, and she gulped.

"Yes, sir."

Obeying him sent a thrill like no other coursing through her veins. Usually in these sorts of fan meetings, she was in control, and she enjoyed that, but now she was starting to realize that she had found her natural position: submission.

Once she was far enough from orgasm, he started back up, pushing her legs further apart and plunged back into her, making her throw her head back.

"Please don't stop, I'm so close! Oh my god, you're so fucking deep, I'm gonna...cum..."

But just as she was reaching her climax, his strokes were cut short.

"No, please! Please, let me cum, sir!"

"That's right," moaned Jong-soo, resuming his strokes at a slow pace and slapping her ass, "beg me for it!"

She gasped as he hit her g-spot, and . "P-please, sir, let me cum for you! I need it, please! Pound me...h-harder..."

"Mm, good girl," he smirked, and spanked her again. She bucked her hips against him, desperately seeking more. Then she gasped and cried out as he started fingering her sensitive clit, sending her pleasure sky high.

"You're a stupid, dirty slut, you know that?"

"Y-yes sir, I'm a dirty s-slut for you!"

"Damn right. Say it again. Louder."

"I'm a dirty slut for you sir! I'm just a stupid little cock-hungry whore!"

"Such a good girl, obeying me so well." He spanked her again.

"P-please sir, can I cum?"

He grunted in the effort of fucking her so fast. "Your pussy is so fucking tight around me, fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

She yelled out her pleasure for all to hear, an inch from tipping point. Jong-soo's hands tightened their grip on her hips and his muscles tensed, and then a deluge of warm cum painted her walls. She let loose a scream as the extra sensation pushed her over and squirted powerfully on him, riding it out all the time. As her cuffs were unlocked and she collapsed onto the couch, her vision started to blur, sounds from Jihyo's side began to fade out, and she lost consciousness. ______________________________________________________________

JIHYO ______________________________________________________________

Jihyo heard a loud shriek from across the room, turned her eyes to Momo's couch, and saw her go limp in her restraints. It was the first time, in Jihyo's memory, she had seen Momo be fucked unconscious.

She focused her attentions back on the fans inside her own holes, adjusting her wrists above her head in her own handcuffs and working her hips back and forth with vigor, eagerly seeking her own release. She let out soft "mm"s at the efforts, their deep strokes striking her g-spot, their fingers teasing her clit. Their tools reached deep inside her, stretching her out. She could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein, as she clenched down on them. Various expressions of pleasure filled her ears, combining with her pleasure to drive her closer to her peak.

The cock in her throat suddenly twitched and throbbed more intensely, and she realized what it meant a second before her mouth and throat filled with hot cum. She choked on the massive load, moaning in arousal after she swallowed it. She looked up at his toned body and bit her lip, then gasped at the sensation of her g-spot being hit again. A hand reached forward and groped her breast, and another hand smacked the other breast. She yelped out a small "ah" at the sting and closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of being fucked so hard, so thoroughly.

Then a loud hum sounded as the guy in front of her disappeared from sight, one she recognized quite well. Her eyes snapped operand she whipped her head around right as she felt the vibrator push against her clit.

"Ah!" Jihyo was taken by surprise and felt it skyrocket her pleasure. She gasped and let out a high-pitched cry at the sudden sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. Then another hum added to the first, and she looked around, eyes wide. A small electro wand had been brought out, and a shiver of both nervousness and anticipation ran through her.

The first shock elicited a loud yelp from her, sending a jolt of both pleasure and pain through her. She got a bigger shock as a second dick pressed against her already full pussy, the implication of which scared her a bit. He slid in fairly easily due to her wetness, and she cried out as she was stretched twice as much.

"Fuck!" She felt like she would split in half. "T-too big!"

A smack landed on her ass, wordlessly commanding her to be quiet, and she obeyed, only letting quiet whimpers escape her as she was stretched even wider by the dual penetration. They went slow at first, letting her get used to the extra size. She took shallow, shaky breaths, trying to get used to it, and then a new feeling arose amidst those of pain: pleasurable ecstasy. She began to feel incredible, the two cocks grinding against her inner walls, filling every inch of her tight cunt. Hypersensitive to every touch, ever nerve in her pussy was alive with satisfaction.

"Oh, fuck!" She whimpered, clutching at the chain on her cuffs and bucking her hips, begging for more. Another shock permeated her haze of bliss, sending electricity blazing through her ass once more, closely followed by a harsh slap. "More, please!"

Jihyo hadn't seen the blindfold coming until it was tied over her eyes, cutting off all visual perception, which was oddly arousing to her. They kept it up, keeping a constant rhythm of shocks and spanks on her ass, and she rose to it, heat and tension building in her core. Then it hit her: this was the first time any fans were managing to make her cum. And they were doing a damn good job.

Hands, more of them, ran up her thighs, caressing her soft skin, moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples. She couldn't see it, but she could feel the heat of another presence right in front of her, and the shocks stopped momentarily. Then the device was pressed to her nipple, and she yelped, the shock jolting through an unexpected place. It was lifted off and planted on her other nipple, held there, making her tremble as she got closer.

"I'm gonna c-cum, please k-keep going...ohhhh fuck..."

The intense tingling from the current in her nipple stopped suddenly, and resumed lower, on her abs, forcing a whine out of her mouth. It dipped lower, pressing against her mons and making the soft whine louder.

"P-please," she whimpered.

"Please what?" said a low, smooth voice in front of her.

"Please put it...put it on my pussy."

The wand was retracted, taking away the current. "Try again. Say it properly."

"Please!" Jihyo cried, bucking her hips desperately. "I want to feel it, I need it on my pussy, please s-sir!"

"There we go." The smirk was audible in the voice. She heard the electric hum increase in volume before the shocks returned, more powerful. He tapped it on different areas of her body, teasing her, reducing her to a mewling, begging mess, before pressing it directly on her pussy, between the cocks and the vibrator. This, in combination with everything else she was feeling, was too much.

Jihyo screamed as she exploded, cumming violently and squirting hard, the only thing keeping her up being the cuffs. She mindlessly jerked her hips forward, and unexpectedly, a flood of heat spurted into her ass and pussy; those behind her had also orgasmed, shooting seed deep into her ass and pussy. She let herself fall to the mind-hazing bliss of another orgasm, a weaker stream of cum squirting out of her. Moaning, whimpering, gasping, and panting, the group basked in the afterglow of their intense sex. The men pulled out of her well-used holes, the buzzing of the vibrator stopped, and the hum of the electro wand shut off. ______________________________________________________________

5 MINUTES LATER - MOMO ______________________________________________________________

Momo's unconsciousness may have actually faded into sleep, but she awoke laying on her stomach a bit afterwards. Tired though she was, she couldn't deny her arousal at the dreams that had been dancing in her mind, oddly featuring a tied up Jihyo being shocked and triple fucked. She opened her eyes and realized her dreams may not have been dreams after all; Jihyo was indeed kneeling on the other couch, hanging limply in her cuffs, a vibrator and electro wand sitting nearby, resting. Another rush of arousal coursed through her at the thought of being used the same way.

Jong-soo was lounging on the couch next to her sprawled-out body, a hand nonchalantly resting on her naked ass, gently caressing the smooth, supple skin. His fingers descended lower, drawing a whine from her as he absentmindedly teased her slit, drawing circles on her clit.

He said nothing, but noticing she was awake, slipped a finger into her already wet pussy, then another, curling them down into her g-spot with practiced ease. She moaned and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs for him. "More..."

His ring finger joined the middle and index inside her tight, squeezing hole, now pumping faster in and out of her. He still didn't take his eyes off of his phone, but had made her a writhing, squeaking mess in a matter of seconds. The others took notice of this and roused themselves off the other couch, approaching hers.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jihyo being taken down from her restraints, where she sat, chest rising and falling peacefully as she rested. One of the guys tapped her and she got up, seeing the situation.

Momo twisted and writhed, humping into his fingers, desperately driving herself to her orgasm. Jong-soo had put down his phone and was now putting all his concentration into making her cum.

"Mmmph, oh god yes!" She cried, biting her lip. "Pump me harder, please!"

He pushed in deeper, swiping around her g-spot, pressing his thumb against her clit. Her hands clenched around the malleable cushions, the tension building like a spring coil inside her once more.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

He smirked, snaked a hand up her body, and squeezed her breast. She grabbed it, holding tightly, clutching at his fingers as she trembled, on the verge of squirting. Then someone behind her reached around and fingers closed around her neck, a slap landing on her face, and this was enough to tip her over that cliff.

"Nnnngahhh!" She yelled out, eyes shut tight as she jerked her hips up, firing a gush of cum directly over Jong-soo's bare abs. "FUCK!"

Pleasure fogging her mind, she barely registered the slaps hitting her breasts, face, and thighs. Looking around with glossy eyes, she saw Jihyo sitting in a chair to her left, fingering herself to the visual and moaning quietly while one of the other guys caressed her tits, and the other four sitting or standing, all getting hard from it.

Momo took a minute to recover before sitting back up, still cock-hungry despite her fatigue. She took the initiative on herself and got on all fours beside him and dove down on his rock hard cock, impaling her throat on the meaty shaft. She enjoyed the sound and feeling of her obscene gagging and choking. She enjoyed the way he grabbed her hair, pushed her head further down, slapped her. She enjoyed the way her hands were grabbed and forced behind her back and tied roughly. She heard a buzz and then moaned around him as someone pressed a vibrator to her pussy. She knew what was coming next from the instruments she had seen earlier, so she steeled herself for a shock. Momo was expecting it to go to her ass, and she squealed as the current ran through her nipple, then squeaked again as another hum sounded and a second current went through her other one.

To her mild surprise, she felt a more slender hand start to finger her under the vibrator; tentatively at first, but then getting more confident, slipping three fingers inside her with ease. She brought her head up for air and looked around, gasping at both the pleasure and the lack of oxygen.

"J-jihyo?"

Jihyo grinned and pushed another finger into her, smacking her ass at the same time. Momo yelped, then Jong-soo grabbed her ponytail and shoved her head back down. Jihyo kept up the spanks, alternating cheeks and four-finger fucking Momo.

Momo cried out into her throatfucking, Jihyo's skilled and dextrous fingers quickly finding her most sensitive spots, stroking and caressing in a way Momo never could herself.

Jong-soo released her head and got up himself, laying stretched out across the couch. Jihyo immediately hopped on top of him, rubbing his hard, slick cock against her dripping slit before sinking down, mewling in satisfaction at how full she was. Momo maneuvered to his head and lowered her pussy to his mouth, her mouth open in a moan as his tongue darted out and tapped against her clit, tonguing her folds with the deftness of someone who'd done this many times. The three of them formed an unfinished square of sorts, Jihyo riding his dick and Momo humping into his face eagerly. Then both of them gasped at the added sensation of tips being pressed against their retightened assholes, stretching them open again and swiftly pushing in. Momo overbalanced, the sudden penetration making her lose herself a bit. The remaining three members of the fan group gathered around the two girls, stroking themselves in an effort to paint the pristine white skin even whiter.

Within a couple of minutes, during which Jihyo and Momo had both been drawn near to their climaxes again, the ones surrounding their faces unleashed the loads onto them; the dam broke and spurts of thick cum landed on Momo's face like strokes of a paintbrush on canvas. Once they had drained every last drop onto the eagerly waiting faces, they dispersed, getting dressed and leaving.

One look into Jihyo's eyes told Momo all she needed to know. She leaned forward as Jihyo did the same, and their lips locked in a kiss. Momo, in time with Jihyo, lifted the cum off her face and licked it off her fingers, savoring the taste before diving back into the kiss, pushing her tongue into the younger girl's mouth and swirling the warm jizz around, swapping between mouths. Momo moaned into the kiss and deepened it, feeling her arousal grow even further at the intimacy. Jihyo reached forward and caressed Momo's breasts, delicately fondling the soft, squishy mounds. Momo was more daring, her hands meandering down Jihyo's torso to her clit, rubbing small loops into the sensitive nub.

"Oh, u-unnie, that feels so good!"

She reached up and gripped Momo's head, pulling her face closer and intensifying their kiss. Their tongues wrangled and pushed cum into the other's mouth, lips fastened to each others'.

"Mmmph," Jihyo moaned, breaking off the kiss and swallowing her share of the cum. She bit her lip and looked up at Momo, who was gazing lustfully at her.

They didn't have much time to dwell on it, as both felt the tight, hot feeling building in their cores.

"Gonna cum," Momo murmured, closing her eyes involuntarily. "Feels so good, fuck!"

Grunts and groans sounded from below them as the three remaining guys as they too approached their final orgasms. Then, with no further warning, surges of thick, hot cum shot deep into Momo's ass and into both Jihyo's holes.

Momo collapsed with a final cry, trembling, as the waves of orgasmic pleasure tore through her and she sprayed her juices into his mouth. Thoroughly tired and satisfied, she lay on Jong-soo's muscular chest below her, a torrent of cum streaming out of her ass as the guy pulled out.

"F-fuck..." She gasped, chest rising and falling in rhythm with his as they both panted. "That was...so good..."

...

In due time, when the other two guys had left, Jong-soo got out from under her and dressed again. Vaguely, she heard voices at the doorway.

"-three, I think it was." said a deep voice she vacantly recognized as his. "Not my best performance."

"Better than the vast majority, I'd say." replied Jinyoung's voice. "The two look quite tired out to me."

"Well, let's just say I have a lot of practice. Thanks very much for this opportunity, Mr. Park."

"Oh, not at all, not at all. If you'd like to do this again sometime, I'm one call away, we could work something out."

"I'll keep that in mind."

The door closed, and no more voices, only retreating footsteps and a quiet chuckle.

Relaxing more snugly into the pillow, passionately kissing Jihyo one more time, and pulling her naked, cum-streaked body closer, Momo settled in for what promised to be a good catnap.

A/N: Finally, thought this bastard would never get done. Wedding's on Sunday, I'll be gone for a little bit. Thanks for reading, hope everyone enjoyed. This is something I might continue in the future, if anyone wants to give a suggestion. 평화.

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Party In The Barracks ft. TWICE Chaeyoung A/N: This is an ask from a now deactivated account, so I’m doing my best with no more details than “Chaeyoung gangbanged by military cadet onces”. Enjoy!  -상훈

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It was a carefully planned operation. 

Chaeyoung and the rest of her squad were deployed to find and kill an international serial killer called Kyong Dong-min. He had been eluding the Korean military, even the ROK-SWC, for years, and this mission was to be the last time Kyong would see the light of day without being behind bars. Or from the end of a noose, hanging to death, Chaeyoung thought as she sat down in a chair in the meeting room.

The rest of the squad filed in silently, waiting for the squad leader to come in and go over the plan one more time before the perfect execution they had been plotting for weeks.  

Kyong was on a private boat out in the middle of the Sea of Japan, probably drinking and having a good time with some sluts he brought with him. The squad would be flown out by a stealth jet and parachute down to the boat, where they would locate and detain their target. The serial killer was currently holding hostage the daughter of a rich business executive, and reports said the girl was undergoing rape and torture. The situation could continue no longer.  

“So,” said the squad leader, snapping Chaeyoung out of her thoughts, “when that happens, Son, you’ll be where?”

“On the ground, ready to strike if needed,” Chaeyoung supplied tonelessly. They’d gone over the plan so many times, she could have recited every action in her sleep.

Preparations were made. Chaeyoung went with the rest of her squad to the barracks to get her things. Backpack, check. Bulletproof vest, check. Cargo pants, boots, gloves, belt, pistol with holster, fixed-blade knife with sheath, radio, elbow and knee pads, cuffs, escape tools, and M16 assault rifle with sling and spare mags. Check.  

Mind and body prepared, ready to kill if necessary. 

And thus, she found herself sitting in a seat in the hatch of a plane with a parachute strapped to her back, assault rifle in hand.  

The hatch opened at the captain’s command, and Chaeyoung took hold of a pole to stay in.  

“Jumping on five!” The squad leader shouted into his radio, for the benefit of the pilot and his squad.  

“One, two, three, four, NOW!”  

Next was the sensation of wind rushing past her ears as she leapt out of the plane.  

She waited. She had to reach 2000 altitude before deploying her parachute.  

“Deploying in five seconds,” the leader shouted into the radio, “Four, three, two, one, deploying now!”  

Chaeyoung pulled the ring on her parachute and it unfurled above her head, spreading out and slowing her momentum.  

Silently, the squad bore down on the boat like raining death and landed on the roof.  

“You three,” whispered the squad leader, pointing to Yang, Kim, and Jeon, “you go and make sure the hostage is safe. Do not engage enemies until my signal. Son,” he said, turning to Chaeyoung, “you go with Kwon and locate Kyong. Report back when you find him.”  

Chaeyoung led Choon-hee away from the leader, who was directing the other squad members in different directions.  

Black shapes moved in the darkness as the squad split up and headed out with their instructions. The bedrooms were near the front end of the boat, so Chaeyoung and Choon-hee sneaked towards the area. The cruiser was about two hundred feet long, and it didn’t take long to reach the front. Kyong’s window was facing them as they crouched on the bow, and Choon-hee took her AW50 sniper off her back.  

“Not yet,” Chaeyoung murmured, pushing the barrel of the gun away. “I’m going to go in. If he attacks, fire at will.”  

She got up and sneaked silently around to the door of the bedroom.” 

“We found the hostage,” her squadmate said on the radio. “I repeat, we found the hostage.”  

“Copy that.” Chaeyoung confirmed. “We’ve located Kyong, closing on his position.”  

“Affirmative.” Replied another squadmate.  

“Boss, a woman has entered the room,” Choon-hee said over the other radio channel. 

“Do not open fire yet. I’m heading in.”  

Chaeyoung kicked the door open, which swung right off its hinges, taking both people in the room by surprise.  

“Get down on the ground, now!” Chaeyoung yelled, aiming her gun at Kyong and pressing the stock to her shoulder, as the woman screamed.  

Kyong cursed loudly and flung himself to one side, diving for his pistol and pointing it at Chaeyoung.  

“Kwon!” Chaeyoung yelled into the radio, throwing herself out of the way. “Shoot now!” 

The sound of the first sniper round shooting through the window mixed with the sound of the pistol firing, and Chaeyoung flung herself away just in time. Kyong looked around for the sniper and then fled from the room.   

“Kyong is loose, fire on sight!” Chaeyoung told the squad, pursuing Kyong away from the room. He turned a corner and disappeared. Chaeyoung approached the corner, Yang covering her. She poked the barrel around the corner and then her head.   

“Kwon, where are you?” She asked into her radio.   

“Other side of the deck, boss. Kyong is up those stairs across from you.”   

Chaeyoung motioned for Yang to follow her.   

She climbed the stairs silently, waiting for any noise. A scuffling came from over head, and she clutched the grip on her gun tighter.   

“Keep him in your crosshairs, Kwon.”   

“He’s moving, boss. He’s approaching the stairs.”   

Chaeyoung pointed her gun at the head of the stairwell.  

“You’re surrounded, Mr. Kyong.” Chaeyoung said formally, carefully inching up the stairs. “Come out with your hands up, or I will come in there. Do not attempt anything, or I will shoot.”

Silence from upstairs. Chaeyoung moved a couple of steps further up the staircase. Still no noise came from the room, and she stepped up a couple more. 

“Come out with your hands up,” she repeated, “or I’m coming in there.” 

No response came. She stepped up the last stair and flung herself around the corner to see Kyong pointing a gun towards her head. 

“Get down!” She shouted at Yang, who had followed her. Kyong, in a last stand, had taken up his pistol and pointed it at her. “Kwon, shoot him!” 

Kyong’s head exploded as the sniper bullet blew it apart. Blood and brains splattered the walls and windows. 

“Well,” Chaeyoung said to the team over radio after a few moments of silence, “that could’ve gone a lot better.”

…

After returning to base and informing everyone of Kyong’s death, Chaeyoung and the squad went to the barracks to put their gear up. She stripped off her uniform and, after removing the badges, put it in the washing machine. Eyes followed her form as she walked back across the room. She was wearing nothing but a white lace bra and matching panties, but she didn’t really care.

Tension was in the air as they went to bed. It was the kind of tension Chaeyoung had come to know well over her years, that of sexual tension. The others in her squad were honorable, respectable men, but instinct was instinct. 

The lights were off and Chaeyoung was in bed when Choon-hee got out of her own bed and slid under Chaeyoung’s blankets, as planned.

“So,” she said briskly, rolling the edge of the blanket down past her bra. “You had to kill Kyong.”

“Yes, otherwise I and Yang would have been shot. I had to. Had it been up to me, he’d be behind prison bars right about now.”

“And how about what we discussed earlier, boss?” The younger girl asked, voice suddenly lower, quieter.

Chaeyoung remembered well what they had discussed earlier. That morning, before they’d been called to the conference room. The talk had turned very suggestive, as the two of them liked it. Choon-hee hadn’t been with her boyfriend in more than a year. Chaeyoung hadn’t been dating anyone, but was dirty minded anyway. So they liked to sprinkle the conversation with a little dirty talk. 

“No, I haven’t forgotten,” intoned Chaeyoung amusedly, “and I haven’t forgotten my promise, either.”

Choon-hee had never experienced sex with another girl, and Chaeyoung, however resignedly, had promised to show her. Very physically. 

“So?” Choon-hee said expectantly, “are we going to?”

Chaeyoung reached behind her colleague’s back and unhooked her bra, answering the question.

Eyes lit with excitement, Choon-hee slipped her panties down along her slender legs and off her feet, carelessly tossing them to one side. 

Chaeyoung, having experience in the area, brought her own face up to Choon-hee’s and pressed her lips against the younger girl’s. They both moaned into the kiss, and Choon-hee slid on top of Chaeyoung and straddled her. Chaeyoung could feel the heat emanating from her colleague’s pussy.

“Damn, you really wanted it that much?”

“Yeah,” Choon-hee replied, giving another moan as Chaeyoung reached up and squeezed her naked breasts. “I wanted it the whole time we were gone. You looked so sexy in your underwear, boss.”

Chaeyoung chuckled and unhooked her own bra, pulling off her panties as well. 

“Okay, so you want to move down.” She instructed, guiding Choon-hee down on the bed and positioning Choon-hee’s hips between her own, their pussies an inch from each other. 

But before either of them could do anything more, Chaeyoung felt her face being tilted back. Her jaw was pushed open and she willingly let the expected cock slide into her mouth. And the realization that she and her squadmate were surrounded by horny men who knew exactly what they were doing hit her. This was going to turn into a gangbang.

The cock in her mouth slid back and forth, poking the back of her throat. Choon-hee, having gotten the general idea, moved forward and started grinding her hips against Chaeyoung’s pussy. 

Moans left both of their mouths, but Chaeyoung’s was absorbed by the shaft of the man facefucking her, who groaned at the sensation. The men around her waited patiently, but after a minute or two removed Choon-hee from Chaeyoung’s bed to use her.

Immediately, two more cocks penetrated Chaeyoung, and another guy slid under her, his dick in her ass. She gave a cry into her facefucking as one man’s finger found her clit and toyed with it. Choon-hee was presumably being used similarly; moans, groans, and Choon-hee’s high pitched whines of pleasure sounded from Chaeyoung’s neighboring bed. 

It had probably been a while since any of them had been able to enjoy something like this, and they were living it up to the fullest. Chaeyoung found herself starting to feel an orgasm building already. So many nights she had tried and failed to masturbate to orgasm, and finally she would get the release she so desperately toiled for. Her continued moans were enough to set the man facefucking her off; he rammed himself deep down her throat and shot his cum in thick ropes into her stomach. His place was immediately taken by another, who wasted no time in shoving himself down her throat. She gagged and choked on the thick rod penetrating her throat.

One of them who was facefucking Choon-hee while she was being double stuffed in doggy also had his orgasm triggered. He buried himself in her throat and groaned loudly. 

“Oh god yes, it’s so good, I’m cumming!” Came the yell from next to her, followed by a splattering sound and several obscene wet claps of soaked skin on soaked skin.  

Chaeyoung held her pleasure in, waiting for the other men to cum first. The one fucking her ass did, and with a moan he gave a final thrust before cumming into her asshole. Shortly after the man fucking her pussy reached his peak, the overwhelming tightness proving to be too much. 

“Fuck!” He bellowed. Chaeyoung moaned at the sudden torrent of warmth flooding into her womb. The moan turned to a scream of pleasure as she lost control of her building orgasm and let it go, squirting on the two men on her.

A cacophony of pleasure sounds filled the room as various squad members achieved their climaxes. Chaeyoung and Choon-hee were the only two girls for a couple of miles around, and these men had been cut off from any kind of sexual contact for more than a year. They fucked the two girls with animalistic passion.

Everyone crashed onto the cots after they had all finished, spent for the day after the mission and their more recent activities. 

The others went back to their cots and collapsed for sleep, but Choon-hee was on the pill and not done yet. She silently approached and climbed back on top of Chaeyoung. They hadn’t had their fun with each other earlier, and Choon-hee wasn’t one to give up so easily.

Straddling Chaeyoung, Choon-hee mashed her lips against the former’s with passion and neediness, then moved down and copied the position Chaeyoung had shown her earlier. 

“Mmm,” Choon-hee moaned, rocking her hips against Chaeyoung. 

“You like that?” Chaeyoung whispered, still panting from the exertion of her orgasm. “Let me show you something else.”

She grabbed Choon-hee by the waist and moved her up until her pussy was hovering inches from Chaeyoung’s lips. Then she let go and started ferociously swiping at Choon-hee’s wet folds.

“Oh yes!” She cried, arching her back in pleasure, “Oh fuck yes, it feels so good! I’m cumming again!”

Her voice temporary failed her as she rode out the waves of pleasure emanating through her, the feeling too much for her to bear. 

Chaeyoung got up and made Choon-hee lay with her leg up in the air somewhere around her ear. She lowered her pussy to her squadmate’s and started ruthlessly bucking her hips against her. 

Choon-hee’s blissful moans turned to squeals and cries at the new sensation. 

“Fuck, this is so much better!” She tipped her head back and let out another cry as her clit was struck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Chaeyoung moaned, feeling the same sensation. “Oh, it’s coming, SHIT!”

They both came at the same time, and Chaeyoung slammed her hips down into Choon-hee as their gushes of cum met each other and splattered both of them.

Choon-hee let loose a helpless moan as she collapsed in a heaving, sweaty mess.

“That was so good,” she said breathlessly. “Imagine what would happen if we’d been caught.”

Chaeyoung laughed. “I’d prefer not to.”

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Summer Getaway ft. EVERGLOW Yiren

A/N: This is a pitch I got from a friend outside of Tumblr, and it took me a long time to write since I’ve been working and planning the wedding, sorry about that. I have no doubt that this will become second-to if not more popular than Field Trip. I don’t have a lot to say about it so as not to spoil anything, so here we go. 

-상훈

Length: 7.33k

Possible TW: Spanking, dom/sub kink

Tags: Spanking, choking, domination, dom/sub kink, drunk sex, sir kink

It had been a long senior year at Hanyang University. Very, very long.

With a major in psychology, a minor in health studies, and a hopeless career path, classes had been hard. I hadn’t even had my best friend, Yiren, in classes with me.

Yiren and I were more than friends. We had been dating for a little more than nine months, but she was still my best friend. She was not only exactly the type of girl I was interested in, but the exact type of friend I wanted to keep close. It had been with great disappointment that I had found out that my girlfriend would not be in classes with me at the beginning of the year. She would have been the only way psychology would be in any way interesting. 

But now the year was over. A buddy of mine had offered me and Yiren his mountain cabin for the summer. He wasn’t going to be using it, he and his family were on vacation, so he would be touring Europe with his parents and sister.

The cabin, we found out when we arrived there, was a palatial, stone brick château with three stories and a balcony on the second. The balcony overhung the door, two large stone pillars supporting the structure. It had an very antiquated feel to it, though the sound structure still held up. My friend had told me it was over 200 years old, which I believed from the look of it. Whether it was 2 years old or 2000 though, I was happy to be here.

“It looks nice, doesn’t it oppa?” Yiren asked, arms wrapped around my arm, as we stood there and surveyed the cabin.

“Yeah, it does. Old, but very nice.”

“Three stories…wow.” She marveled at the sheer height of the place. “That's more than my house has. Come on, let's go inside.”

I slid the key into the lock and turned it, opening the door to reveal the interior. 

It gave a very cozy, log-cabin-ish vibe. The blinds were shut, allowing very little daylight in. The lamps had turned on the moment we entered, dimming slightly once we shut the door. Plush rugs covered just about every square inch of the vast living room, where soft chintz armchairs and smooth leather couches sat, pillows arranged invitingly. The fireplace could have allowed three grown men ample sitting space, and the overhanging limestone mantle was decorated with ornate wood carvings. Mounted on the wall just above the mantle was the biggest TV I had ever seen, at least 85 inches across. 

To the left of the fireplace was a bathroom, through the open door of which I caught a glimpse of a gold-rimmed mirror.

The rather titanic kitchen was a chef’s dream; the walls were bedecked with cabinets, drawers, and shelves full of cooking equipment. Two large ovens with stovetops sat alongside a dishwasher, and on top of its counter were a couple of microwave ovens. A kettle, coffee maker, waffle iron, iron griddle, and a shelf of teas, coffees, hot chocolates and various other drink mixes sat along another. Four more long shelves along the opposite wall held just about every kind of alcohol I could have asked for; bottles of whiskey, vodka, rum, gin, various liqueurs (fruit flavors like coconut and orange), tequila, port, Hennessy, and margarita sat assorted on them. Another, smaller shelf held cooking sherry, brandy, and bourbon. A wine rack nearby held several bottles and, I was surprised to see, one bottle each of Petrus 2012 (costs about $30k in real life), Armand Rousseau Chambertin Grand Cru ($19k), Versos Amontillado ($13k) and Vieux Chateau Certan Pomerol ($6k).

“Wow,” I said, taking out the Petrus and examining it. “I guess his family is richer than we thought.”

“What makes you say that?” Yiren asked while looking at the coconut liqueur. 

“The fact that they have a bottle of wine in here that costs about thirty thousand dollars, and a few other expensive ones.”

“Huh, make sense.”

After looking into the pantry, which was the size of a walk-in closet and had enough food to feed a small town, we made our way to the staircase to upstairs. Six bedrooms took up this floor. We went straight to the master, which was as large as a neighborhood cul-de-sac.

The bed’s size could be compared to that of a midieval portcullis, with a deluxe king size mattress and nightstands on either side. A few dozen pillows were laid delicately across it, each with its own gold-laced pillowcase. An intricately carved wooden frame with a canopy structure and drapes held up the mattress. A pair of French doors were built in on the opposite wall from the door, which led out to the balcony, which spanned about twenty feet. Gorgeous scenery was what I laid my eyes on when I looked through the doors, a great view of the surrounding mountains and forest. The bathroom was off to the left from the entrance and Yiren made a beeline for it the moment we entered the room.

I followed her inside and was stunned. The same gold-framed mirror stretched across the wall, with three sinks and a vanity under it. White LEDs rimmed it, lighting up the bathroom when Yiren walked in. 

“Oooh!” She squealed, looking around excitedly. I knew well by this point that the bathroom was her favorite and most valued part of a house, so it was always what she looked at with the most judgement. But she found nothing to criticize about this one, and looked very pleased to have access to it for the next two months.

“Like it?” I inquired, amused at her expression. “I’d say it’s pretty impressive.”

“Tell your friend I love it!” She said, positively radiating joy and excitement. “This is amazing!”

She ran to me and hugged me, then went to look around again.

I took a look into one of the drawers below the mirror and saw a vast array of hair and skin care products, no wonder my friend had good skin and hair.

Beyond the mirror space, there was the tub, which she was already scrutinizing. It held the same old feel with the weathered stone slabs making up the rim, but the pristinely white jacuzzi tub looked like it had been crafted yesterday. Bordering the bathtub was a large glass shower, with a rainfall showerhead on the ceiling and a nozzle clipped to the wall just below it, with multiple different kinds of shampoo, body wash, shower gel, and conditioner. A closet was off to the left of the door into the room, and after appraising the tub and shower we made our way to it. It was as big as the kitchen downstairs, and that was saying something. Multiple racks full of clothes were set into their pole grooves, and several racks of shoes rested on the floor. They weren’t ours, so we didn’t mess with them.

The floor above that was just one enormous game room. Pool, air hockey, foosball, mini golf, and several others were strewn around. A walled-off area seemed to be designated to archery and airsoft target practice, something I approved of. Another bathroom was at the far end, something I didn’t need to explore again. After looking around for a bit, we went back to my car to unload our baggage.

The cabin was about ten miles from any kind of civilization, which made for a nice and secluded area for a summer getaway, but it would be a bit of a pain in the ass driving back and forth through the unpaved roadway to the nearest town. But we had brought food, and there was food in the house, so we were fine for the time being.

“Oppa?”

I heard Yiren’s voice call from upstairs a while later.

“Yeah?” I called back.

“Are you up for a hike? I hear they have great trails up here.”

“Sure, I’m down.”

I got up off the couch and went up there to see her.

“You did bring the hiking boots, didn’t you?” She asked, seeing me upstairs.

“Yes, of course. We can’t go to a mountain lodge without hiking boots.”

“True. Hold on for a minute, I have to change.”

She disappeared into the master bedroom and the sounds of rustling clothes could be heard from inside. I leaned my head over a bit to see past the doorway and found her raised eyebrows staring back at me while she slipped off her jeans, taking her panties with them.

“Peeping, oppa?” Her playful voice sounded as she turned away to her bag, and I would have challenged a Buckingham Palace guard not to look as she bent over slightly to retrieve her leggings.

I walked slowly into the room where she was rummaging in her suitcase and stopped behind her as she straightened up, leggings in hand, and placed my hands on her waist. She leaned backwards into my touch and sighed as I stroked her hips. 

“Oppa, don’t tease me…”

I paid this no attention and moved my hands lower, sliding my palms over her naked thighs. 

“Stop it, we’re going to hike, wait until later.”

Reluctantly, I paid her some heed and went to the dresser to get my bag and keys while she got dressed. And thus, a few short minutes of driving later, we arrived at the entrance to the trail.

…

The trail was nice and peaceful, with flat paths and beautiful scenery. It was rather tranquil, with the occasional squirrel or chipmunk darting across the rocky path in front of us. But of course, Yiren couldn’t let me enjoy the little things like that, she had to wear something skintight on both halves, and had to walk in front of me, which distracted me from any of the scenery.

So it was with slightly exerted legs and a straining bulge that I completed the trail, a fact Yiren was perfectly aware of. 

Mind almost numb with lust by the time we got back into the care due to her deliberately dropping her phone and bending over to pick it up, I started the engine of my car and drove away toward the cabin.

I was again surprised by its immense size even though I had seen it an hour previously. We walked to the door, unlocked and opened it, and that was as much time as Yiren needed to latch onto me the moment I closed the door.

I turned around from the door and she was instantly there, wrapping her arms around my head and pulling me into a deep kiss. A moan sounded from her as my tongue sought entrance into her mouth, and I pulled her by the hips closer, so she could feel the bulge in my jeans. She started grinding herself against it, still kissing me with intense passion. 

I half-carried her up the stairs to the bedroom and set her down on the mattress, where she laid on her back with her legs spread enticingly, eyes glittering with lust.

After shutting the drapes around the bed, I removed my shirt and saw her bite her lip at the sight of me shirtless, a fact I took heed of and tossed my shirt elsewhere, settling my hips between her thighs. I made sure she could acutely feel the tent in my pants against her, and she definitely did feel it.

Her breaths became shorter and more frequent, a sure sign of growing neediness. Her hips started moving of their own accord, grinding up against me. I felt this and got off her.

I hooked my thumbs under the waistbands of my jeans and boxers and pulled them off, finally freeing my cock from its denim prison, while she quickly removed her own clothes in my peripheral vision. She looked at me once I straightened up, bit her lip again, and her hand sneaked along her waist towards her pussy.

I was amazed for the millionth time by the fact that she had a body like a Greek goddess. To verbally describe the intensity of the lust her body induced would have been impossible.

I stepped forward and grabbed her hand, tearing it away from her leaking pussy, replacing the fingers with my tongue.

Her reaction was immediate. Her hands shot to my head and pulled, and she gave a short cry every time my tongue penetrated her. I targeted the spots I knew would pleasure her the most.

“Yes, fuck!” Her mouth was wide open and she was taking shallow breaths, giving short moans and gasps on the exhale. “Yes, don’t stop oppa it feels so good!”

I pressed by thumb to her clit while I continued the circular swiping motion with my tongue, which was quite effective to say the least. Her cries became sharper, her breaths more shallow, all building up to her climax. 

“I’m gonna cum oppa, keep going, I’m cumming! AHH!” 

How turned on I was could not have been described in words as her juices gushed out, into my mouth, and over my face. Her hands trembled as they clutched at my hair, and she had a small out-of-body experience as the pleasure of a second orgasm briefly took her to another realm of consciousness. I was in heaven right along with her, nothing was more satisfying that pleasuring her to an orgasm. 

When she came back to earth I had gotten up, dried my face, and laid down on the bed beside her. The section of sheet under her lower half was soaked, as were her thighs and pussy. Her eyes were unfocused and dreamy, her chest heaved while her extremities still trembled. 

“Oppa…”

She had turned her head towards me and I could almost see the hearts in her eyes as she looked at me.

“That was…so good…”

She spoke each phrase between breaths. If she thought what I had just done effortlessly was good, she had yet to feel what would happen when I was pounding her and completely abandoning any restraint.

I turned myself towards her and put my arms around her, though the effect was kind of ruined by my stiff cock poking her in the thigh, which made her giggle. She turned over and maneuvered down between my legs, placing her hands on my thighs as she stared fixedly at my length like a lion looks at its dinner, and I could tell she was about to go to town.

“I’m really hungry oppa,” she purred deviously, each word laced with teasing, while her hands performed slow strokes over my length, “I think I need to be fed, hmm?”

I took the cue and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her lips down over my cock, and then everything else disappeared. Her lips parted and then slid smoothly over my shaft, a fresh coat of saliva washing over me. 

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, unable to contain the immediate pleasure that filled me. “Fuck Yiren, that feels amazing!”

Each bob of her head made its way closer to my base, and she got a little more than three quarters before she started gagging. She moaned, gasped, gagged, and choked, but she didn’t give herself a break, even for a moment. She was hungry, and I was the only thing that could sate her appetite. Hearing my moans, she upped her speed. Her tongue slid over the underside of my cock, stretching out to flick my balls, while she forced her own head further down on me. My entire length was lodged inside her mouth and throat, and I felt myself very quickly nearing a climax. 

“You’re going to make me cum,” I panted, getting even more turned on by her moans and  small ‘mmm’s of satisfaction. “I’m gonna fucking cum down your throat, keep doing that!”

She took heed of this and slid her head all the way down my cock once more and held there, and with an almighty groan and a bed-rattling thrust of my hips I buried myself in her throat and spurted my load down it, a fact she was very pleased with. She bobbed her head rapidly, throating my cock a final few times and swallowing every single drop. And she couldn’t resist holding her head down on my now hypersensitive rod for another few seconds, simply loving the feeling of having her throat penetrated.

I lost count of the seconds she held herself there, I wasn’t really paying attention. Twenty, thirty, forty, somewhere around forty-five I lost count, and then she pulled up, dislodging me from her mouth and gasping for some much-needed oxygen, though her face showed pure enjoyment.

She dragged herself up the bed and settled next to me, sighing contentedly.

“I love you oppa.”

I drew her closer under the thoroughly stained blanket with one arm, using the other to run my fingers through her hair. 

“I love you too, Yiren. Always.”

I could practically hear her purring as the warmth from my body emanated off me, and she snuggled in close, planting a small kiss on my jaw. I turned my head to receive and respond to her second kiss, and put my hand around her head.

Before I knew it, she was on top of me and we were kissing passionately, soft moans leaving her mouth as our tongues met. I found my cock returning to full life, and she most assuredly did, since her already-wet pussy was handily positioned right above it. 

I flipped her over and pressed myself down on her. My tip rubbed against her sensitive folds, causing her to give tiny sighs of pleasure.

And then I pushed into her tight warmth. The insane tightness of her walls squeezing every part of my shaft was making me see stars, and there was quite a lot of resistance as I determinedly pushed inside her. 

She moaned as I bottomed out inside her, my tip brushing spots inside her that I didn’t even know existed at that depth. 

“Fuck me oppa.”

That was my cue to begin my thrusts, quickly increasing the speed and intensity of them. I landed a slap on her jiggling ass and immediately her pussy clenched around me and she cried out. I timed my spanks with each thrust of my hips, and her various obscenities also fell in rhythm.

“Oh - god - fuck - yes!” She said, each word coming out in time with the spanks. “Feels - so - good - fuck!”

I took her ponytail in my hand and pulled back, forcing her face up, her moans becoming higher in pitch at my pulling. Her back bent up so she was almost kneeling as I fucked her, and with my other hand I paused the spanks and reached around to squeeze her breasts, only heightening her arousal. Her hands gripped the hand caressing her chest.

“Please oppa, fuck me harder,” Yiren half-whispered, which I knew to be a sign that she was nearing an orgasm. “Your cock is so deep in me, it feels so good!”

I did as she asked and fucked her harder, abandoning all restraint as I slammed my hips into hers, the sounds of skin on skin getting louder as my hips met her ass. It was becoming difficult to resist the hypnotic jiggle of her ass and the way her pussy was exquisitely gripping my cock, massaging as I pistoned in and out. I was about to cum, as I realized it, and there was nothing I could do about that now.

And then, before I knew it:

“So fucking good, yes! Fuck oppa I’m cumming, FUCK!”

“Shit, I’m cumming as well, fucking take it all!”

We met our orgasms at the same time, sharing that moment of bliss together. Her juices splattered my legs as they sprayed out, accompanied by her scream of pleasure, always reserved for just such a moment of satisfaction. The feeling was pervading up my entire body, immense pleasure before my actual release. Yiren gasped twice and moaned quietly at the deluge of hot cum that flooded her tight pussy. I kept fucking her at a slower pace, now the only things audible were the wet slaps of our skin and her occasional murmured expressions, as she rested somewhere between this bed and heaven itself.

“So good…feels so…feels so good…ohh yes just like that…”

I got the impression from what she was saying that she was very near unconsciousness. It wouldn’t surprise me, since she had just had a very intense orgasm. I pulled out of her with a lewd squelch and a large quantity of cum rushed out of her. 

“Ahhh…ohh yes…I love you oppa…”

I settled in front of her as she flopped over onto her side, breathing very heavily. I rubbed her back as she moved close, nimbly stroking all the spots I knew she loved, and she purred into my neck.

“I love you too, baby.”

…

I got up a while later, put on my clothes, and after giving the half-asleep Yiren a kiss, I went up to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. It was a quality that especially attracted her to me, the fact that I could cook, and well. She always said that a man who could cook was a man who wouldn’t have trouble finding women.

Jjajangmyeon was a personal favorite of both of ours, and so it was what I started making. I was nearly finished when the sound of the bedroom door opening sounded behind me and she entered the room wrapped in a blanket, yawning.

“Did you sleep?” I asked, industriously stirring the noodles. 

“Yes.” She yawned again. “For a little bit.”

“Good,” I replied, “because you’re not going to be doing much of it tonight.”

She giggled and peered into the pot.

“Jjajangmyeon?”

“Indeed.” I put the spatula down and turned to her. “Just how we both like it.”

She hugged me, the top of her head barely brushing my chin.

“Aww oppa you didn’t have to, I could have done it.”

I put my arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a tighter embrace.

“I know. That’s why I’m doing it.”

Yiren hugged me tighter and buried her face in my shirt, and I could feel her smile against my chest.

“I love it when you do this.”

Her words warmed my heart, and I smiled as well. 

“I do it all the time, you’d think some of the novelty would be lost.

She snorted. “Well, it hasn’t.”

I turned back to the wok and stirred my stir fry, my arm still around her shoulders. 

“What do you say we pop open some of that Hennessy after dinner?”

“Sounds good to me. That stuff hits hard, though.”

“Precisely.” I said. “We might not even have to use a lot.” 

“That looks like it’s done.” She said, nodding at the pot of noodles.

“I’m aware.” I replied. “Would you get out the bowls?”

She got out the bowls and two pairs of chopsticks as I turned off the fire on the stovetop. I dragged the noodles out of the pot and into the bowls and spooned the sauce onto them. She took them to the table and set up two chairs across from each other while I got out a bottle of choice Pinot Noir from the rack along with two glasses.

“Wow, you really are trying to get drunk, aren’t you?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Not really, but I’m not trying not to, if you catch my drift.”

She just smirked, absolutely catching my drift and knowing the outcome. I sat down after pouring the wine and setting the glasses down in our places.

Dinner passed quickly. The bowls had been cleared fairly quickly. I had sipped my wine away already, but Yiren always left hers to sit out for a while, the reason for which I never knew.

By the time she picked her glass back up I had poured myself some water as a beforehand countermeasure to the many measures of Hennessy we would be sharing. 

While I was thinking about it I got up and grabbed the bottle of Hennessy, setting it down on the table.

“Cheers,” she said happily, raising her glass. I raised mine and then drank from it as she followed suit. 

“Good choice.” She said, after a moment of consideration. “Very nice hints of different flavors.”

“I know,” I said, taking another mouthful of water. “Pinot Noir is always good. But my friend imports his wine from places France and Spain and Italy, places which do wine the right way.”

“Speaking of your friend, where is he on vacation?”

“In Switzerland right now, but in a few days he’ll be somewhere else in Europe, I don’t know. I’d have to ask him.”

She took another small sip of wine before speaking again. 

“Well, I can truthfully say that there’s no place I’d rather be then right here with you.”

She leaned across the small table and poked me in the chest, a playful smile gracing her lips. I caught her hand before she could draw it away and pulled her into a kiss. Her body seemed to relax into it, and a slightly muffled sigh was audible. When we broke the kiss off and sat back down, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were alive with desire.

“Damn, we haven’t even started drinking yet and you’re already losing it.”

Yiren blushed harder at my sentence. She said nothing, but something changed in her expression. She got up from her seat, abandoning her wine, and strode around the table to me. The next thing I knew, she was sitting in my lap, hands pulling my face towards hers. She moaned as her lips locked with mine, tongue entering my mouth, meeting with my own.

She pulled away, looking at me with the dim-ish light dancing in her eyes, a deep blush spread across her cheeks. 

“How about that Hennessy now, huh?” She said.

I reached for the bottle and unscrewed the top, as she turned to the side. I took a healthy swig of it myself before reaching for the shotglasses. The alcohol burned in my throat as it went down and I took a deep breath in.

We both downed a shot together. She coughed and winced as she swallowed, but nodded when I looked concernedly at her.

"I'm alright."

She reached for her second shot and swallowed it with me.

"How quick does this stuff kick in?" She asked as the glasses were once again refilled.

"Quickly."

After successfully downing three shots and of the liquor, we sat back and waited on the couch. I had made the mistake of impatience while drinking once before, and it was not going to happen again.

And then it hit.

And when it hit, it hit hard.

"Whoa," I slurred as the room started spinning before my eyes, "Yiren, you feeling it?"

She gave a tipsy giggle and fell forward, still laughing.

"I dunno, I've never been drunk bfore..."

Through the haze of drunken stupor I was seeing, I looked down and saw her ass, so sexy and perfectly positioned...she was even bent over my lap, too...I had no chance of resisting the urge.

"Ah!" She yelped as I slapped her ass, then giggled again. "Oppa..."

"More..."

I gladly complied, landing more punishing smacks on her ass. With each spank she tensed and gave a small, cute cry.

Normally my dominant side stayed at a minimum, but I had to admit to myself that in my drunk state it was starting to take over my brain. I found myself increasing the intensity of my smacks and taking pleasure in it, causing her cries to rise in volume quickly.

"Nngh yes, keep spanking me oppa!" She whimpered, swiftly approaching her peak. "Ah! Fuck yes, keep doing that!"

I kept spanking her and reached around to caress her breast with my other hand. Her moans kept building until finally she orgasmed with a squeal, the crotch of her shorts becoming very wet.

Yiren took quick, shallow breaths to calm down after cumming, and when she had sufficiently recovered she rolled over on my legs to face me.

"That was fun oppa, we should go to the bedroom."

I blinked hard. "Shit, I dunno if I can walk."

She scoffed. "Come on, let's go."

I clumsily got up off the couch and weaved my way up the stairs and to the bedroom, stumbling three times on the way there. I dimmed the lights as I entered, then fell forward onto the bed, rolling over and scooting up to let my head rest on the pillow. My shirt was going to be an unnecessary accessory once she got up here, so I removed it and tossed it aside.

She entered the bed and slid the drapes shut behind her, wearing only her soaked shorts, panties, and a bra. I was already hard from the light spanking I had given her, but the mere sight of her sexy, half-naked body was enough to double my stiffness.

She clambered across the bed and straddled me, leaning down to kiss me. I accepted it only for a second, then gripped her hips and rolled over, so I was on top.

I kissed her more aggressively now, pressing my tongue against her lips to gain entry. She eventually gave in, but we both knew she was tantalizing herself by holding out, she wanted me. She gave a tiny sigh of pleasure.

I broke off the kiss and left her blushing and panting, eyes sparkling.

"God, you're so sexy when you're drunk." She murmured to me, holding my face with both hands.

"Really?" I said, locking eyes with her. "Then maybe I should do it more often."

Normally and drunkenly, Yiren's submissive side stayed at a minimum. It balanced with her enjoyment of being in control for a pretty neutral attitude. But I could see in her deep brown eyes a need. Whether she could feel it or not, I could tell that she needed to be dominated, badly.

"Hello?" Her voice said from a long way off, the sound trying desperately to be heard over the pounding of my own heart in my ears. "You gonna do something? Or will I have to do it myself?"

She was baiting me, and I knew it. Trying to spur me into fucking her. But it wasn't going to happen yet.

"Yeah, I'm gonna do something." I growled. "And you're gonna take it, like it or not."

A shudder ran through her at my words, but she maintained her cocky, playful attitude.

"Ooh, he's getting feisty. Someone's a little drunk."

I could feel annoyance rising at her words, which was exactly what she wanted, of course. She observed me with satisfaction.

"Okay, that's it." I got off her, opened the drapes, and stood up, removing my jeans and boxers. She automatically got off the bed and knelt in front of me as I sat on the edge of it, knowing my intention. I wasted no time in grabbing her hair and forming it into a ponytail in my hand, grasping none too lightly. She gasped at my sudden roughness, and I used the opportunity of her mouth already being open to shove my cock into it.

She choked as my tip poked the back of her throat, but didn't resist as I slowly pushed further in, bringing her face to the base. She gagged, and I pulled her head back by the ponytail before slamming my hips into it again, driving my length down her throat. Over and over I brought her face back before plunging it back down, spearing her throat with my cock.

Tears gathered in her eyes when she choked, gagging obscenely on my dick. After a bit she started moving by herself, her neck on autopilot, ramming her face into my crotch. Saliva spilled down her face and dripped off her messy chin to her bra-clad breasts below. Light mascara streaks tracked down her face, joining the mess at her lips.

Yiren brought her head down one more time and held it there for a second, a choking sound resounding, before pulling off, gasping and breathing heavily. She looked at me, panting, and I felt the promise of an orgasm drifting away.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I want you to cum inside me."

I reached forward and lifted her onto the bed, setting her down none too gently on her back. I held my hand on her throat, choking her, not enough to cause damage.

She caught her breath at the rough treatment, clearly turned on. But I wasn't going to hold off on that domination.

"You want?" I breathed into her face, her pupils dilating in arousal. "Maybe you need a reminder of who's in charge."

She said nothing, but I could see a subtle change in her expression. I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and panties and pulled them over her slender legs and off her feet. Her pussy was already soaked and shining with arousal.

Yiren, still keeping up her cocky demeanor, gave a huge fake yawn and smirked cheekily. I narrowed my eyes and then reached up and tore the bra off her, making her yelp. However overweening she was acting, I could see in her face a desire to be dominated. And that was a desire I was more than willing to satisfy.

I crawled forward, lifted her legs up, and sheathed myself to the root inside her tight, wet pussy. "Fuck!" She cried out as I pushed into her. She moaned and gasped when I bottomed out inside her, firmly prodding her cervix. Her quick, high-pitched breaths heightened my arousal.

My brain was far too cloudy to control my desire, so my thrusts were fast and rough. I relentlessly pounded her, not holding back a bit and not sorry at all. I gave her ass quick smacks randomly every few thrusts, making her yelp every single time.

Her brows contracted and turned up, and her mouth stayed slightly open, her face falling into that angelic expression of bliss that never failed to make me shiver in pleasure myself.

"Oh - fuck - yes - harder - please!" She whimpered in time with my strokes. I lowered my face to her ear.

"Now remind me," I growled, her moans filling my own ears, "who's in charge?"

She barely managed to get the words out inbetween her cries. "You oppa! You're in charge! I belong to you!"

I gave her ass a hard slap, somewhat dissatisfied with her answer. "Then say it right, slut."

"I'm yours, sir!" She cried again, "I belong to you only!"

"Good girl." I said in a low voice, and I felt her shiver under me. I slowed my thrusts to a calmer pace, more to tantalize her than anything else. She was near an orgasm, I could tell, so I kept the strokes at a steady pace with a lot of force.

"Sir, please," She begged, her juices leaking out around me, clearly turned on by my dominance, "Fuck me harder, make me cum for you." Cleverly worded so as to make it like this was for me, not for her. I was not, even in my drunk-as-fuck state, going to fall for that.

"Why would I do that?" I said to her dismay, evilly grinning. "You were such a bad girl earlier, why should I reward you?"

"I'm sorry, sir!" She said breathlessly, her eyes full of desperation. "I'm sorry I was bad! Please, sir, fuck me and make me cum!"

I couldn't really help but give in, since my libido was screaming at me. So I picked up the pace and resumed my uncontrolled plowing of her tight cunt, the resistance smoothed somewhat by the enormous amounts of slick she was producing.

With every subsequent thrust, her moans became louder snd her words dirtier as I brought her nearer to her peak.

"Mmhh yes sir, fuck me harder! It's so good, fuck! I'm gonna cum for you sir!"

I pushed myself up from my elbows and held a hand to her neck, pushing down just enough to make her enjoy it. She took a sharp breath and opened her eyes, pupils dilated.

"Shut the fuck up and take it, slut," I said, groaning despite myself.

"Yes, sir," she gasped, moaning, as I pushed deeper. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

She wasn't lying. Her voice died momentarily as her eyes rolled into her head and she bucked her hips up into me, a gush of cum spraying my abdomen. She found her voice after a second, and let out a short, loud "ah", mouth open. Her hips continued their motion seemingly independent of her pleasure-addled brain.

Her moans subsided, and an idea came to me. I reluctantly pulled out of her, a lewd squelch sounding. She lay there, unmoving, eyes open and practically heart-pupiled. I walked to the french doors leading to thr balcony and opened them, a rush of cool night air sweeping over me.

Yiren lifted her head slightly at the sudden cool draft and pushed herself up with slightly trembling arms. I went back to the bed and lifted her off it easily, then set her down on her front on the soft white couch oustide. She gave a tiny gasp as a breeze of cool air moved over her naked pussy.

"Sir...

"Fuck me again..."

I was still rock hard despite the cool air, so I climbed onto the couch with her. Her head was laying sideways towards the dark scenery, her arms were stretched out in front of her, and her ass was sticking up in the air, perfectly positioned for me to fuck.

I slid my cock back into her wet heat, drawing a languid whimper from her mouth and clenching my jaw with a groan. I started off slow, with gentle, even thrusts, Yiren moaning softly beneath me.

"Mmm fuck yes you're so deep in me oppa..."

I kicked the pace up a little and started thrusting faster and harder, quickly turning her moans to cries as I pounded her tight pussy.

"Mmhh fuck! Pound me harder please sir! Pound my little pussy! So good, fuck, yes yes please harder! So fucking big inside me, yes! Nghh oh god yes, use me, fuck!"

Her words flicking every arousal switch in my brain to 'on', I went even faster, giving it everything I had to keep pushing into her. Beads of sweat formed at my hairline at the effort. Yiren was reduced to a mewling, whimpering, moaning mess, unable to form coherent words in her pleasure. I slapped her ass hard and she cried out.

"Please - sir - harder! Oh - yes - slap me - sir!"

I spanked her harder and she arched her back, a small yelp escaping her with every thrust I gave. Pleasure was building in my lower abdomen like resistance from a compressed spring, my abs and obliques tensing in preparation.

"Yes sir, give it to me! Fuck me harder please! Nghh yes, I'm gonna - I'm gonna - fuck, I'm cumming sir!"

"Fuck!" I groaned, as she gave a particularly sexy cry that sent shivers down my spine, "Yiren baby I'm gonna fucking cum!"

"Yes - please - sir!" She managed through her high-pitched whines of bliss. This, combined with her usage of "sir", was all the initiative I needed to cum inside her.

"Oh my god yes, FUCK!" I almost roared, slamming my hips into hers one last time, burying my cock so deep inside her that it touched her cervix again and blasting her insides with hot cum. My release triggered hers, and she orgasmed again with a scream, spraying her cum out onto me.

I rolled over and off her, sliding out to let a large amount of cum come spilling out of her. She gave another soft moan and then rolled over to face me. I pulled her closer and her face and body were very hot despite the 6°C temperature outside.

"So good... oppa I love you..."

"I love you too, baby."

...

I must have fallen asleep, since when I awoke it was about 8 o'clock in the morning, judging by the sun's position. Yiren was snoozing peacefully beside me. As I slowly returned to a waking state I realized that I was stiffer than a wood plank again. Yiren's sleeping body was looking incredibly sexy, and I was entirely unable to control my sudden desire. I pulled her closer to me and pushed into her again, quietly groaning. She gave a soft moan in her sleep. I started very slowly, but even this was enough to stir her from her slumber. She breathed in deeply and shifted slightly, and I continued my thrusts, making her whine faintly. She steadily returned to conciousness, moaning more and tightening around me.

"Oppa?"

"Yes, baby," I groaned through gritted teeth, listening to her soft mewls of satisfaction. "Oh, fuck..."

Her eyes opened partially, looking lazily out at the trees, and then they closed and her eyebrows contracted upwards as I reached around and started rubbing her clit, making her gasp and whimper.

"A-ah...oh yes, k-keep doing that..."

Her head leaned back into my collarbone and I could smell vanilla in her soft hair. I grabbed her hips and slammed mine into them, driving my cock deep inside her and making her cry a loud "ah".

"Ohh yes yes yes, please keep going, I'm gonna fucking cum again, don't stop oppa!"

I reached and put my hand around her slim neck, squeezing lightly, just enough to give her the sensation I knew she liked. Her intonations of pleasure became unintelligible.

"Yes - fuck - harder - oppa - mmm yes - so good!"

"Fuck, you like that baby?" I squeezed her neck harder.

"Ah! Yes, sir! I love it! Fuck my little pussy harder! Use me! Your cock is so big, so deep inside me sir!"

"Yiren, I'm gonna cum baby," I gasped, moaning in her ear, and I felt her shiver in arousal under me.

"Cum inside me, sir," Yiren panted, arching her back into me. Her hands went to her own breasts, squeezing and massaging, pleasuring her to greater heights. Her eyes closed once more and she let out a shriek of pleasure and a long moan as sbe squirted on me again, arms and legs trembling uncontrollably as her mind whited out.

I briefly lost touch with reality as my own mind was flooded with sensation and I released inside her again. My body shuddered in pleasure and I let out a few swears through gritted teeth, thrusting my way through my orgasm. Yiren gasped and moaned throughout it, loving the feeling of warmth pouring into her.

My muscles relaxed, and I slipped out of her as we both settled down again, panting and satisfied. It was a few minutes before she spoke again.

"Oppa?"

"Yiren, baby?"

She sighed contentedly. "I love you."

"I love you too." I replied, planting a row of kisses on her neck.

"You know what I think oppa?"

"What's that, babe?"

She turned over and faced me, a devilish smirk twisting her lips.

"I think it's gonna be a really fun summer."

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Midas's Gift ft. Kiss of Life Natty

A/N: This was a request from @dav1233555. No kinky shit here, just a nice, wholesome smut, if such a thing exists. Just as a note, our main character is supposed to be a high-up executive in a successful engineering/engineering company. I don't know how that works, I'm a lawyer. At the request of the pitcher, we'll call him Y/N when we need to, which isn't something I usually do but not a problem. Enjoy!

-상훈

Length: 5.47k

No TWs today you kinky little bastards 😁

Ok, I lied, maybe some light choking/spanking.

Tags: Wholesome-ish, light choking, light spanking, throatfuck

It was a warm, bright kind of morning; the sunlight shone through the gold-colored curtains in Natty's room, making them look a pleasant, shimmery amber, with a beam of it falling over my back. Faint sounds of other apartment residents could be heard from every side I groaned languidly and rolled over onto my back, the warmth streaming through the window felt nice.

To my right, Natty gave a sleepy moan and turned on her side to face me, her arm sliding across my chest. She pulled herself closer to me, and her other hand took hold of my arm, slowly caressing my bicep.

"Good morning oppa," she murmured drowsily in an adorably high-pitched morning voice, hugging me from the side. I opened one eye and smiled at her cute face gazing back at me.

"Sleep well, babe?" I asked, shutting my eye again.

"The best." She yawned. "I was so tired after last night..."

"Yeah, me too." I put my arm around her slim form and pulled her closer. "What time is it?"

I heard the sound of the sheets rustling and then her voice.

"9 am, just about."

I yawned and kept my eyes shut. "Shit, I have to go soon."

She snuggled in close to me, resting her head on my pec. "But not yet." She was quiet for a moment. "Your morning voice is so sexy oppa..."

I chuckled, slowly stroking her hair. "So's yours."

She gave soft purrs at my stroking. "Really?"

I turned onto my side to face her, smiling. "Really."

She giggled and buried her face in my chest. "Oppa I love you."

"Love you too, baby." I planted a kiss on her head, and I could feel her smile against me. My hand dipped lower, slithering down her back and caressing her supple ass cheeks, massaging a quiet moan from her.

"Mmm, you like that baby?"

"Ohh yes...yes I do..."

I pulled her on top of me and she opened her legs, her pussy pressing on me, releasing a rush of blood to my cock and stirring it from its rest. I pulled her head down and kissed her lovingly, and then she pushed herself up and started slowly grinding her hips on me, letting out soft whimpers.

Natty's breath was shaky and her voice needy as she bent down, moaning in my ear.

"O-oppa...I need you..."

"Fuck, baby, I need you too."

I grabbed her hips, guiding my tip to her entrance, and pushed into her slowly. She and I moaned in unison, the sound's volume increasing the deeper I went. I bottomed out after come considerable resistance, and she pushed herself up on my pecs, starting to ride me. Her arms trembled slightly as she moaned, gyrating and bouncing her hips on me and driving me in and out of her. I times thrusts with her bouncing, ramming my cock deeper inside her.

"F-fuck, you're so big oppa! Ohh my god yes, harder!"

My eyebrows contracted as her pussy tightened around me, her walls squeezing and pleasuring me. "Ugh, you're tight babe, so fucking tight, god!" I groaned through gritted teeth. I pulled her close to me and rolled over, lifting her legs into the air and fucking her pussy vigorously, making her moan louder.

"Oh, oh fuck yes, harder, please!" She yelled. "Fucking pound me, that's it, YES!"

I reached around her thighs and squeezed her tits roughly, drawing more cries from her. She moaned out mindless nonsense, incomprehensibly begging for more.

"Fuck, it's so good oppa! So fucking big in me, I'm gonna cum!"

I knew that, and I also knew my own peak was approaching. I gritted my teeth and rammed into her harder, fucking her raw and driving her to her orgasm like a chauffeur in a limo. I hooked her knees over my shoulders and leaned down, keeping up my hard and fast thrusts while whispering in her ear.

"Are you gonna cum for me baby?"

"Yes oppa, I'm so close, don't stop!" She cried into my ear.

I felt her pussy clenching and contracting wildly around me and her shrieks of pleasure increased in volume.

"I'm cumming! Keep fucking me!"

I closed my eyes and kept postponing my hips forward, allowing her cries to envelop my half-vacant brain. I heard her scream and felt a gush of warm juices spray over my abs. Feeling my own pleasure rising to an apex, I buried myself to the hilt inside her and struck gold, also known as her cervix. She gasped at the sudden contact and the deluge of hot seed that was shot deep down her tunnel, triggering her second orgasm. She let out a small "Oh, fuck", not having the breath in her lungs for a loud sound. Then she sucked in a breath and moaned, her voice breaking a bit.

I rolled off her, panting a lot, feeling the blood start to empty from my softening cock. Natty took a minute to recover before speaking.

"That was - fuck, that was amazing."

I turned her head towards mine and kissed her. Then I caught sight of the clock and groaned. "It's 9:15, I really have to get ready and go."

"Aww, okay."

I reluctantly got out of bed and went to the bathroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and styled my hair. I got dressed, putting on the suit I had taken off last night after going straight to Natty's place from work. Black blazer and pants, white button-down, blue tie, the obligatory watch, my black shoes, and my favorite lapel pin. Perfection.

I gave Natty one more kiss goodbye, putting all my willpower into resisting the urge her naked body forced on me, then took the elevator down to the ground floor. I got in my car and then drove away, heading towards the office.

After parking my car in the huge building's parking lot, I made my way inside with my briefcase in hand, the usual morning greetings meeting me from all sides.

"Good morning, Mr. L/N."

"Morning, Y/N."

"Looking sharp, Y/N."

Nodding respectfully at all of them, I immediately made a beeline for the coffee bar. "Morning, Min." I said to Minjoon, a coworker and friend of mine, who nodded. I set down my briefcase at the nearest table and filled a cup to the brim, lidded it, and left, heading for the elevator. A short trip later, I arrived on the 15th floor and marched up to the desk of my secretary, who chuckled as I approached, sat down in front of her desk, and set down my briefcase momentarily.

"Busy day for you, I'm afraid, Mr. L/N. Twenty-two calls, what I count to be a few million emails, a stack of paperwork a foot tall, and a very upset client."

I sighed and facepalmed, wishing heartily I could be back with Natty right now. "Jesus Christ, and here I was hoping for an easy day."

She laughed. "Easy day? Good one. The upset client happens to be Mr. Han Jong-min, the manager of a construction site we approved and sponsored, who has found a major issue with the location that was sanctioned for their foundation."

I sat back in the chair and let my head fall back. "Him again? My god, has there been one site we've approved for him that he hasn't deep searched, found a minor problem in, and tried to sue us all for it?"

"I don't believe so, Mr. L/N." Her amused voice said.

I sat back up, exasperated. "What's this major problem he found?"

"I'm not entirely sure of that. You'll have to talk to him."

I sighed again, stood up, and seized my briefcase. "Alright, let me go and placate this penny-pinching bastard. Thanks, Sunhee."

"You're welcome, sir. Have fun."

I snorted as I closed my office door, dropping into my chair with a groan. I could tell today would be quite the stressful day, seeing as I was dealing with that son of a bitch Han Jong-min, who tried to find as many issues as possible with the construction sites I and my associates approved. Almost every single time, they were minor issues that wouldn't affect the buildings being constructed. And every single time, they weren't my fault, they were the inspectors' faults, but it somehow always became my problem.

There was indeed a large stack of paperwork on my desk. A lot of files. I opened and logged into my computer to see an astronomical 267 emails, killing another small part of my brain.

"Jesus fucking Christ, why couldn't today be a chill day..." I opened my Gmail and looked through said emails. Excluding social emails, promotions, and spam, I had 3 legitimate emails to read. One was from a coworker, reminding me about a conference today. Another was from my boss, saying he wanted to talk to me later today, and the other was from Han Jong-min, and just from reading the first few words in the preview I could tell I was in for a hell of a time with him.

...

After sorting out the other two emails, meeting with my boss, participating in the press conference, it was time to sort out the construction site. Unless he had a legitimate issue this time, I was finished fucking around with him.

With a sigh, I picked up my phone and dialed his number. I tapped my fingers on my desk while the line rung, and then he picked up.

"Han Jong-min speaking."

"It's Y/N L/N." I said, trying to remove all the annoyance from my voice. (I think that's how you'd put a full name, I don't know). "I was informed that you wished to speak about a problem on your site?"

"Ah yes, Mr. L/N. My crew have indeed run into a problem while preparing to lay the foundation of the building."

"And what would that be, Mr. Han?"

"There's a large, eroded underground cavity in the southeast corner of the lot, which has now collapsed into a sinkhole, taking one of my men with it!"

I raised my eyebrows. "He's dead?"

"No, he's been hospitalized with a broken arm and a broken hip."

"Well, I'm terribly sorry to hear that." I paused. "Unfortunately, there's very little I can do to help you right now."

"What the hell do you mean, very little? We can't build here!"

"I'm aware of that, Mr. Han. But I'm not in charge of sanctioning new build sites, nor am I allowed to. I suggest you speak with one of my superiors."

He sighed. "Alright. I'm sorry for troubling you again, Y/N."

Mood lightened and exasperation softened, I spoke back. "That's quite alright, not to worry. Good luck, Mr. Han."

"The same to you, Mr. L/N."

I hung up, surprised that we had ended on a good note. I was expecting an argument at the very least. Shrugging, I returned to the stack of paperwork, mentally steeling myself for another few hours of innately mind-murdering busywork.

...

There was a knock at my door about two hours in, and I heard my secretary's voice.

"Mr. L/N?"

"Come in." My voice was a bit hoarse.

She entered the room and walked to my desk, holding a small stack of paper.

"More paperwork, I'm afraid. But not much."

She handed me the papers, which I added to the stack.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Well, it's getting quite late, Mr. L/N. Would it be possible for me to leave?"

I looked at my watch, and was surprised to see how late it was.

"Damn, is it that time already?" I shook my head in disbelief. "Must have lost track of time. Yes, you can go, I'll be fine here by myself."

She smiled, bowing respectfully and seeing herself out. "Thank you, sir. Have a good night."

"You too, Sunhee."

I smiled myself, her happiness contagious as always. She had been my secretary for a good 8 years, and had not once failed to be of the utmost help when I needed it. So I never missed an opportunity to let her go early, as was the case today.

I finished up the paperwork as quickly as I could, and then had an idea. I picked up my phone once more and dialed Natty's number.

She picked up almost immediately.

"Oppa?"

The sound of her voice after such a long day was like music to my ears.

"Hey, baby." I paused, smiling. "What do you think about dinner together tonight?"

...

I had planned to head straight home to change and get ready, but on my way home I spotted a familiar sign that read "예작쥬얼리" (Yei-Jak Jewelry), and another idea formed in my head.

I parked my car on the side of the street by the shop and stepped out, taking off my sunglasses and walking into the shop. The store's owner, who I knew quite well, was happy to see me back.

"Ah, Mr. L/N. Long time no see."

I chuckled. "Been about three months, hasn't it, Seo-jun?"

"Indeed, about that. What shall it be today, my friend?"

"Hmm..." I looked around at the various options on shelves, in display containers, and inside the glass cabinet in front of me, and decided I'd let him pick. "I'm thinking something gold. Elegant. Robust, but subtle. Maybe inlaid with a stone...something fit for a woman of unrivaled grace and elegance."

"I see." He smiled. "Well, I happen to have a perfect little piece for such a woman...we just got it handmade..." He walked into the back of the shop and brought out a small box, which he opened and took a case out of. It was a velvety, dark blue case with "예작쥬얼리" stamped in gold letters. Upon my opening the box, a light turned on and shone upon an artistic and sophisticated golden necklace, inlaid with a tanzanite pendant, which was surrounded by tiny diamonds.

"Solid 24 carat gold chain with a titanium lobster clasp, one 120 carat kite cut tanzanite stone, and fifteen .25 carat round cut diamonds. All pure and natural materials, hand-crafted in and shipped directly from Florence, Italy."

I nodded approvingly. "Sounds very good. How much?"

"That will be...$1500." He leaned forward. "Don't tell anyone, but it would normally be $1800."

I pulled my wallet out of my jacket pocket, smiling, and took out my card. After he entered the amount, I swiped it and put it back in my wallet. He handed me the box, shutting it, and I stowed my wallet back in the pocket.

"Thanks very much, Seo-jun."

"Anytime, Mr. L/N." He smiled as I saw myself out.

I hopped back in my car and hurried home with the necklace, already beginning to imagine Natty's face when she got it. Just the thought made me happy, and my mind was consumed with thoughts of her as I changed into my best suit.

I fixed my hair, which the wind from my convertible's open roof had messed up, and secured it with gel, touched up the polish on my shoes, straightened my tie, spritzed my favorite cologne on my purse points, and tucked in my pocket square.

Let's do this.

...

I picked Natty up from her apartment at about 6:20 pm, her looking as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a tight black dress that showed just the slightest hint of cleavage and most of her thighs; just enough to leave me wanting more.

I stepped out and took her in my arms, kissing her neck passionately. "Hey, babe." I murmured into her ear, and she buried her face in my jacket, giggling.

"Ooh, you smell good oppa."

I chuckled. "It's Bleu de Chanel. You like it?" (I know I do)

She took a deep inhale before pulling back slightly, smiling up at me. "Yeah, I love that one."

I smiled back, giving her another peck on the lips. "Great, let's go."

I pulled up to the restaurant in my car with the roof down and sunglasses on, despite the fact that it was 6:30 pm and the sun was entirely set.

I stepped out, walked around and helped Natty out, straightened my blazer, and placed my key into the outstretched hand of the valet. He looked fairly excited to drive it, and I smirked at his expression. He stepped into the car and the engine roared at his touch on the pedals.

"Classy ride, sir."

I nodded and chuckled. "Indeed it is. Be careful, it wasn't cheap."

He nodded. "Of course, sir." Then he pulled away, the car's rear headlights blazing. I waited by the

Arm in arm, we walked into the bustling restaurant, the brightly lit sign on the exterior wall shining in my eyes: 중식당

"Reservation for L/N?" I said to the host, who nodded. "Right this way, sir."

We followed him to a small, two-seater table with a white, gold-laced tablecloth and a candle burning low in a fancy golden candlestick. The host nodded at our thanks and then returned to his post. We sat down, and were immediately approached by a waiter.

"Anything to drink, sir? Miss?"

I considered for a moment. "What do you have as far as wine?"

The waiter smiled. "Allow me to get you a menu."

He returned moments later with two meal menus and a small drink menu. Upon opening it, I immediately found my choice: Argiano Brunello di Montalcino, choice from Tuscany.

"The Argiano, please. Yes, the bottle."

"Yes, sir." He bustled off to get the bottle and we were left to each other again.

"So," I said, loosening my tie a bit in the warmth of the building and looking into her eyes, "got any plans for later?"

"Oh, I think I do." She said playfully. "Or should I say...we do."

I smirked. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing."

The waiter came back with the bottle and filled our glasses, leaving it in a bucket of ice.

"A toast?" She suggested, holding up her glass."

"Alright." I sloshed the wine in my glass around and raised it. "Here's to...a long night of pounding you senseless."

She giggled, blushing, and clinked her glass against mine. "Cheers to that, oppa."

We both took a small sip of the fine wine, the fresh initial notes and tart aftertaste making the drink quite the magnificent choice.

"Mm," she said, after setting her glass down. "Good choice, oppa."

"Indeed." I took another small nip of the wine before setting my own glass down and picking up the menu. "Jungsik's choices of entrees are quite nice as well."

The waiter approached once more, this time with a notepad. "Perhaps an appetizer, sir? Miss?"

I reviewed their options, and almost immediately found the choice option.

"The sea urchin bibimbap, please." (Yes, I did look up the menu. You're welcome.)

"Excellent choice, sir. Miss?"

"Kimbap, please."

The waiter nodded. "Yes, miss."

He left with our orders. Surprisingly quickly, in a matter of minutes, he returned with our dishes on a platter, and handed each of them to us respectively. He bowed and left again.

As always, the food was impeccable, and we hadn't even gotten the entrees yet. I was barely paying attention to the food, since my hands were really starting to itch towards the case in my pocket. But I held off on it, knowing I should save it for later.

After a short time, the waiter came back and collected out bowls, ready to take the next order.

I ordered the langoustine (for reference, this is a dish made with Norwegian lobster), and Natty got the duck (self-explanatory). Then we were left alone to our conversation.

The taste of langoustine is incomparable; a juicy, slightly sweet, and a bit creamy fish, it's not quite like anything else, including its Pacific lobster counterparts. The exquisite substance's flavor and juices spread over my tongue, satisfying every receptor cell, quite like Natty's.

Wait, what?

Before I could stop the dirty analogy from blossoming into a fully fledged fantasy, quite the erotic image floated to the surface of my mind. My mind's eye traveled down Natty's naked body, spread eagled on my bed, wet and needy. I dispelled it's fast as I could before I got hard right there in my seat, but I knew that image would become reality soon enough.

"I know what you're thinking about, oppa." Natty said in a playful tone, though it was laced with a faint trace of seduction. "I know that look."

"Oh, do you?" I leaned forward, swallowing my last bite of lobster. I raised my eyebrows and smirked, knowing she was right. "Then tell me."

The flame light from the candle shone and danced on her face and in her eyes, giving them a dark glow as she looked at me. "You're thinking about me." She said in a quiet voice. "Horny, wet, and wanting you really bad. Well guess what, oppa." she continued, inclining her head towards me. "That's me right now."

"Oh really?" My smirk widened. "Better finish up quick then. You get dessert when we get home."

"Looking forward to that, daddy."

We weren't generally a kinky couple, but her words did in fact make my cock twitch a bit. She took care to chew her last bite very slowly; seemingly savoring the taste with relish and puckering her lips a bit with each movement of her jaw. She swallowed very controlledly, giving a small sigh as though of enjoyment, and looked me right in the eye, as though daring me to do something about it, an initiative I was wholeheartedly willing to endorse but unfortunately couldn't, at least not right now.

The waiter came around, seeing that we had finished, and I asked for the bill, which I already knew would be pricey but entirely worth it. I paid the extortionate bill and then we stood to leave. At the door, I decided it was time.

I took the small box out of my pocket while walking behind her. "Natty?"

She turned and looked at me, inclining her head. "Yes?"

"I have something for you."

I opened the box behind my back and then brought it around. She gasped at the sight of it, her hands flying to her mouth. I held it out and open as if I were proposing, and she took it into one hand silently, eyes locked on the pendant and one hand still over her mouth.

"Oppa..." She looked back up at me, eyes wide. "For me?"

I smiled. "Yes, for you."

She was quiet for a short moment and then she sprang towards me and threw her arms around me, beaming and giggling. "Thank you so much oppa! It's beautiful!"

I couldn't help but smile myself at her elation, a sense of happiness filling me as well. She pulled back slightly, absolutely glowing with joy, and then she sprung up on her toes and kissed me, still smiling against my lips. She broke it off and hugged me again, resting her head on my shoulder.

"You're welcome, baby." I said into her ear. "I love you."

"I love you too." Her voice sounded in my ear.

Her eyes were radiant with happiness as she took a step back.

"S-should I put it on?"

"Yes, of course. I didn't get it for nothing, did I?"

She took the necklace out of its case and clasped it around her neck, and the pendant fell and dangled just below her collarbone, making a very nice addition to the black dress.

"How does it look?" She asked, striking a pose.

"Beautiful. You look beautiful."

She beamed once more and hugged me again.

"Let's get on the way, shall we?"

We walked to the car arm-in-arm, and then we started the drive home.

"Oppa," Natty said a minute into the drive, after reverently putting the necklace back in its case. "How much did you pay for this necklace?"

"Uhhhm...let's not get into that." I replied, and we both laughed.

...

I parked my car in my garage and led her inside, and as soon as the door was shut behind me I pushed her against it, and she moaned as I kissed her, hands snaking around her waist and caressing her ass. She slipped her arms around my shoulders and deepened the kiss. I steered the two of us towards the bedroom, shedding my blazer and laying it over the couch as we made our way to the door. Once inside, I loosened my tie while she let her dress slip down over her slender form, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. I unbuttoned my shirt and stripped it off, and she bit her lip at the sight. She approached and slowly ran her hands over my bare chest, and I made her gasp as I reached down and rubbed her exposed pussy lightly. Her eyebrows arched and her breathing became heavier, a small moan escaping her at my touch. I unbuttoned my pants and rid myself of them and my boxers, and she knelt without hesitation, putting her hair back out of her face.

"Fuck," I groaned, her warm lips sliding smoothly over my tip. Within seconds, she had reached the base, gagging obscenely and sending ripples of pleasure through me. "God, Natty..."

She popped off me and replaced her mouth with her hand. "Mm, you like that oppa?"

She didn't give me time to answer before diving back in. I grabbed her head and pumped my hips forward, thrusting deeper into her throat. She kept a steady and unwavering gaze on me even as she throated me. She have herself no pauses, no breaks, and no mercy, impaling her throat on my cock. I moaned and pulled her deeper, and her eyes rolled back as she choked.

I pulled out of her throat, not wanting to cum too soon, and lifted her onto her feet. She panted for a moment and then laid across the bed, legs spread enticingly. I jumped on that opportunity, and knelt at the edge of the bed. A yelp escaped her lips as I buried my face between her thighs, tonguing her folds with expert finesse. She clutched my head and tugged at my hair gently, moaning and giving small shivers of pleasure as I licked her. I swiped and pressed on her clit with my tongue and circled her entrance with well-practiced ease.

"Oh, oh fuck oppa, it feels so good!" She cried. "Yes, yes, oh god yes, keep going!"

I pushed two fingers into her pussy and pistons my arm back and forth at a very fast pace, grazing her g-spot and making her moan louder, body trembling slightly as she neared her peak. The combination of sensations was quickly driving her to an orgasm.

"I'm gonna c-cum oppa it's too good!" Her whines of pleasure filled my ears, fueling me to go harder, faster. I pumped my fingers into her powerfully, her hands grasping my head crazily and pulling me further in. "G-gonna cum..."

I curled my fingers up into her g-spot and rubbed roughly, which finally did the trick to make her cum. She bucked her hips into my face as she squirted onto me, a gush of liquid spraying over my face and upper chest while she shrieked in pleasure, her hands clutching at the bedsheets.

She fell limp onto the bed again, breathing quickly and shakily as if she'd just run a marathon. I got up, letting her recover for a moment, and then climbed onto the bed.

"Get up."

She obeyed without hesitation, maneuvering onto her hands and knees in front of me, presenting her pussy to be fucked. I moved forward and slid into her tight, wet pussy with a loud groan.

"Mmmph!" She squealed, letting her head fall down so her ass was in the air. A sweet symphony of pleasure began to rise from her as I started slowly, moving my hips back and forth.

"Mmmh yes, that's - fuck..."

Her body pushed back against me, wanting more, and I grabbed her waist and pushed harder, drilling past the resistance and probing deep spots in her.

"Ah...oh god, oh fuck!"

I snapped my hips forward, drawing a cry from her, and picking up my pace, fucking her faster. My first touch on her hypersensitive clit made her gasp, her legs quivering, and then I resumed my earlier fingering of it, all while pounding her intensely.

"Fuck yes, don't stop! It feels so good oppa!"

I slipped my loose tie off my neck and put it around hers, and she gasped sharply as I tightened it and pulled her head back, bringing her torso up as well.

"Mmh yes choke me, pound me harder!"

Her pussy clenched around me and drew a moan from my own mouth, a throaty sound that only served to voice a fraction of the incredibly pleasurable pressure that was being exerted on every millimeter of my shaft.

"You're so big inside me oppa! So good, fuck! You fill me up so good..."

"Fuck!" I pumped harder, giving the tie a small yank, which made her gasp. I slapped her ass hard, making her yelp, and reached around to finger her clit. The blend of sensations and pleasures was rapidly pushing her closer to her climax. Her legs trembled and quivered with each forceful thrust, and her moans started to get louder. I smacked her ass again, and she pushed her hips back against me, meeting my at the apex of my thrusts. Pushing her shoulders down and making her ass stick up, I raised the angle of my movements to go deeper inside her, bottoming out with each stroke.

"Oh god it's so deep, you're so fucking d-deep in me! I'm gonna cum!"

I grunted with the effort of keeping up the strenuous pace, the pleasure starting to overtake me as well. It built, slowly at first but then at an exponential pace.

"God, you're so tight, fuck!"

"F-fuck, I'm cumming..." Natty moaned, voice trailing off in the orgasmic pleasure of her peak. A moment later, her voice erupted in a fresh wail as she reached it. Her juices splattered over my balls and thighs, the sensation proving to be too much for me too.

I buried myself as far as I could go inside her and exploded, groaning loudly as my cum spewed deep into her womb. She moaned again at the sensation and then collapsed, body shaking. I settled next to her, thinking we'd get a quick rest before cleaning up.

...

A while later, I got up and headed to the bathroom. I went to my bathtub and filled it full of hot water and soap bubbles, then went back to the bed and picked Natty up. She was half asleep, but came to full consciousness once I lifted her. I lowered her into the water slowly, and she whimpered quietly at the feeling of the hot water on her hypersensitive pussy. She relaxed and sighed softly once she was submerged, and then I climbed into the tub with her. I moved her in font of me so her back was against my chest, and she rested her head against it languidly, resting in the warmth.

"Thank you oppa."

I reached my arms around her and pulled her closer, kissing her neck lovingly. She moaned softly, hands caressing my thighs.

"You're so beautiful, baby."

She giggled. "So are you."

I chuckled. "I'm beautiful?"

"No." She tilted her head back and planted a kiss on my jaw. "Sexy."

I smirked. "That's more like it."

We sat there soaking in the water for a while more, enjoying being with each other, until I got out, churning the water around loudly, and drained it. It was pretty hard resisting the temptation of fucking her soapy naked body again, but I knew she was tired out for now and wanted to rest. I hoisted her out of the tub and dried us both off, then sat down on the bed with her. She covered the two of us with a blanket and snuggled close to me, looking adorable with her hair all wet.

"Oppa we should watch a movie."

I nodded. "Good idea."

I grabbed the remote from the bedside table and turned on my TV.

"What do you wanna watch babe?"

"I dunno, something...action."

I smiled. "Oh, I have an idea."

Heading over to Netflix, I put on Extraction (this movie is SO GOOD), and settled in for a solid 2 hours of nonstop gunshots , punches, and stabs.

It was going to be a good night.

A/N: Might not be perfect, but as always I'm busy, so I have to do things as quick as I can. I hope you enjoyed!

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Anything For The Team ft. Jeon Somi

A/N: I'm writing this to fill in the gap between Mistaken Identity and the upcoming Field Trip finale, which will likely be a couple of months. It was a suggestion by @xiaoondc in light of Somi's appearance at the Tottenham Hotspurs meet & greet. I personally am in favor of the team because my man Son Heung-min plays for them. So consider this a filler smut for the long waiting period. I was originally meaning for this to be a quickie, like 2-2.5k, but I got a little carried away.

Unfortunately all my readers will have to suspend reality a little bit for two reasons. A, because Premiere League games happen in England, and Somi lives in Korea. B, because she'd likely get arrested for what she does in this one. So let's ignore that little snag and those pesky laws and read on. In addition to that, some parts of this were written without a whole ton of thought behind them, since this was never intended to be a long and drawn-out process.

This one will be a little more detailed and a little more accurate than After-match Entertainment, since I actually know how football works (soccer for all you dirty Americans), so I can actually write more of the game into it. Cheers.

And yes, there will more than likely be a part 2 with the Somi x NBA thing.

-상훈

Length: 6.61k

Possible TW: Spanking, choking, noncon, hate fucking, bondage, forced exhibitionism, degradation

Tags: Flashing warning (but literally), gangbang, spanking, choking, hair pulling, slapping, noncon, hate fucking, bondage, forced exhibitionism, spitroasting, DP, degradation

BRRRRRT

Somi's alarm jolted her out of her sleep instantly, the loud tone sending her heart rate through the roof as it always did when she was awoken from sleep suddenly.

"Whatsit..." She mumbled, picking up her phone and looking at it disdainfully. "Come on, it's too early to get up..."

The alarm note read "Don't forget the game, dumbass" and she immediately flew out of bed, suddenly more energized. There was a Tottenham Hotspurs vs. Aston Villa game happening that she had tickets to, and she didn't want to be late.

After speedily getting dressed and doing the quick essentials of her makeup, she went out to the kitchen to grab something to eat before she left. After bolting down her halfassed breakfast she hopped in her car and left, excited to see the Spurs playing in person.

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She arrived at the stadium a few miles dow the road later and had to stop and take in the size of the place; it had to be at least 150 feet tall and probably 400 feet long, a truly massive building.

She had her ticket scanned and headed up to her seat, which was located in a private box in the grandstands. She didn't like being in the crowd because she had sensitive ears and all the screaming made her head spin. So she preferred to be by herself. There was still a good fifteen minutes before the game started, and in about ten the players would be lining up on the pitch.

She talked a little to her best friend Eunbin, who unfortunately hadn't been able to make it, before the players were lined up on the pitch and she had to leave the call to see the action. Five minutes before the game, the team captains were to come to the sidelines for the coin flip to decide who got the kick off. As Son Heung-min, who she'd had a crush on for all of her teenage years and still thought was extremely hot, came jogging over to where the referee was, she couldn't help but mentally note the sculpted facial features, the lean and fit body beneath the tight jersey.

"Damn, he's so fine," she murmured to herself, imagination already jumping to filthy thoughts of what she'd let him do to her. Hell, for that guy? She'd do anything. Her mind showed her images of him choking her until she couldn't breathe, spanking her ass until it's red, pulling her hair, fucking her so nice and deep, ohh god yes...

The coin flip was completed and Tottenham got the kick off, so Son and Richarlison were the two who ran to the center of the field, waiting for the ref's whistle to start. The rest of the players took their positions around the pitch and waited as well; after a moment, in which the fans kept up their deafening roar, the whistle was blown and the game began.

Richarlison passed it to Son, who made a move forward past Barkley of Aston Villa, who'd tried to block him. Swiftly and expertly, he weaved and dodged his way between all the Aston Villa defenders and made an appreciable shot at the goal, but it was caught by Martinez, the goalkeeper. The Spurs fans let out a terrible groan, but it did nothing to dissuade the vigor of the team's players. Ignoring the missed goal, they waited for Martinez to throw it back into play.

—————————————————————————————————— A/N: Now, there's a reason I'm not a sports journalist, trying to write out what's usually a mostly uneventful 90 minutes isn't something I want to do here. Xiaoondc and I have planned to make that 90 minutes far more interesting, but for time's sake I'm going to skip around in the game so we're not all here reading a play-by-play of an imaginary game. So for the moment, let's say that it's the 77th minute, and Tottenham are tied with Aston Villa at 2-2. ——————————————————————————————————

It was beginning to look, to Somi, as if the Hotspurs might not win this one. Son, Johnson, and Solanke had been making some spectacular attempts, Son having scored twice, but Martinez's keeping was superb today. Likewise, Aston Villa's forwards had been putting forth a valiant effort against Vicario, but he had held strong and only conceded two goals.

There were only thirteen minutes left in the game, which meant someone needed to score for Tottenham. The trouble was, they were starting to lose focus and Aston Villa was taking advantage of that. If only there were something she could do about it, Somi thought.

And then, it clicked.

There was something she could do. It was risky, risky as hell, but in her mind entirely worth it. After all, she was in a private booth which would, logically, only be visible to people on the field, and...the entire other half of the stadium. The thought, depraved as it was, send shivers running through her and made her pussy wet. But amidst her thought, she saw Son get the ball and make a run down the outer left corner, and the Aston Villa defenders were closing on him...

The want to do it overtook her and with a deep breath, she mustered up her courage and pulled her shirt up, exposing the naked breasts of Jeon Somi to about 20,000 people.

Her mind, having been silent, was not screaming at her to cover herself up, sending the humiliation chemicals to her amygdala. But in the humiliation and risk, she found a thrill that suddenly had her practically panting with lust. With bated breath she waited, her own shirt covering her eyes, and she heard the Aston Villa fans across the pitch groan and then cheer. Confused, she lowered her shirt to watch the replay of whatever happened on the big screen on the other side. The eyes of Nedeljković, an Aston Villa defender who'd been about to steal the ball from Son, slid up to what was obviously her box and he slowed hugely, letting Son through with the ball with an expression of rapturous lust. Son made a great shot, but it was again blocked by Martinez, hence the cheers. Somi looked down at Nedeljković, whose teammates were throwing their hands up in real time, not knowing what he'd seen.

Confidence in her tactic increasing in light of her small victory, she retreated from the window and waited. She'd distracted Nedeljković for the second Son needed to get through, and if he could put the ball into the goal past Martinez, that would almost certainly guarantee the Spurs' win. Approaching the 82nd minute, both teams seemed to be getting more desperate. They started to get rougher, more agitated, and Villa came close to scoring twice. But then Somi's moment arrived, and Richarlison got the ball and sent it down the outside right. Taking another, deeper breath, she slid her pants and panties down her legs and propped herself up on the handrail guarding the window, sticking her ass out towards the crowd. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that the defenders were too focused on keeping him out to look up at her (for all intents and purposes let's say she's in a private box near their end of the field), but she saw Richarlison give a split-second glance at her, and whether it was due to her or not, he suddenly ran faster, and making it past the defenders, slammed his foot into the ball and sent it speeding towards the goal's unprotected left side.

But Martinez was too quick. He sprang to the side and swung his right foot into the ball to counter. It soared across the pitch to the waiting feet of a Tottenham midfielder, who was immediately swarmed by opponents and teammates.

Somi quickly stripped, tossing her clothes aside. Approaching the window again, she was acutely aware of phones being turned to her, fingers pointing, eyes drinking in her naked body through the glass, making her blush even harder.

What the hell am I thinking? She thought, heart pounding as she stood naked before the eyes of thousands. What if I get caught? What if they put me on the news?

But she couldn't lie to herself. If she was to be honest, she knew that she wanted to be caught, she wanted to have everyone know Somi as the slut who flashed tens of thousands of people just to help her team win. And most of all, she wanted Son to see her and know it was her.

The 89th minute. Richarlison came into possession again and took it down the same way as last time, but something was different. Son was running parallel to him up the middle-left side, and Somi knew what was about to happen. In a last ditch-effort, she swung her legs over the rail, propped herself up on it, and spread her legs wide, pushing her feet against the walls on either side for balance.

Somewhere amidst the immediate shame and embarrassment she felt, she registered the sound of the entire opposite side of the pitch collectively gasping and saying "woah". Looking down, she saw the Villa defenders get distracted by the sound and throw questioning glances around, until they spotted her. Mouths dropping open in shock, the lost their concentration and let Richarlison through. It worked! she thought, but instead of shooting for the goal, he sent it to the center, chipping it up over the heads of the starstruck Villa defenders. Son, perfectly positioned, jumped into the air, leaned back, and kicked the ball directly into the top-right corner of the goal, and landed the flip on his feet.

The stadium exploded, the yells of the players entirely drowned out by the roar of the crowd, and the ref's whistle blew three times to signify the end of the match. Son, yelling "YES!" with the rest of his teammates, was borne onto their shoulders. Jumping up and down with elation while the Villa players shook their heads and beat the air with their fists, they made their way over to the sideline, where they all hugged each other and beat Son on the back.

His eyes traveled up the grandstands to her box. She blushed furiously and nearly fell off her perch as she saw his gaze linger on her body before he smiled and nodded a silent thanks to her. Ready to swoon, she got off the rail and got dressed again, silently jubilant that her tactic had worked and, more importantly, Son had noticed her. And looked at her. While she was naked.

The mere thought was enough to make her exultation die down and replace it with pure lust. Undoubtedly there would be a lot of posts about what she'd just done, and a lot of speculation about whether or not it was her. A hot media debate that wouldn't die down for a long time.

Leaving the stadium, she was almost immediately spotted and pointed out by reporters. She realized she'd forgotten to put her mask back on, but she wasn't opposed to an interview.

The nearest one approached her with a cameraman.

"Miss Jeon, would you be so kind as to spare us a moment of your time?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Somi nodded. "Sure. And please, just call me Somi."

"Alright Miss Somi, who are you here to support today?" The mic was held up to her mouth once more.

"Tottenham."

"How do you feel about the game's results?"

"I'm quite happy with how the game ended, and I'm proud of my team for their incredible win."

"Miss Somi, there have been speculations that you were involved in something that has now gone viral, recognize this?"

Somi's cheeks blazed red as the reporter held up her phone, showing a blurred-out video of Somi's own body being flashed to the crowd.

"I-I beg your pardon?"

"Some attenders of the game have been saying online that it was you who was in the video, are they correct?" The reporter's eyes bored into hers.

"I'm a very avid supporter of the Spurs, but suggesting I was involved in any public indecency is quite ludicrous."

She didn't directly deny it, either.

"So it wasn't you?"

"I was simply passionately supporting my team, any rumors of my involvement in public nudity are pure conjecture."

Her avoidance of a definitive answer definitely did not go unnoticed by the reporter, whose eyes narrowed before she concluded the short interview.

"Thank you for your time, Miss Somi."

Grinning to herself, Somi fished her mask out of her pocket and slipped it on before heading back to her car, feeling immense satisfaction in today's events.

...

Late that afternoon, her phone started ringing and she picked it up to see an unknown number calling. The Caller ID was someone named Ange Postecoglou.

"Hello?" She said, accepting the call.

"Good evening, this is Ange Postecoglou, team manager of the Tottenham Hotspurs. To whom am I speaking?"

"Jeon Somi," Somi said, ear-to-ear grin returning to her face. "How can I help you?"

"You're by yourself, I presume?"

"Yes, what is it?"

He lowered his voice. "It was you, wasn't it?"

Somi didn't even need to ask what he was talking about.

"Yes, it was." Her smile widened.

"Well, I'd like to offer you my sincerest thanks for your...erm...assistance today. If not for you, I fear we would have lost."

"Ah, well," Somi said, sitting down on her bed and dangling her feet over the edge, "I just did what I could for my team."

"We'd like to offer you an exclusive opportunity to meet the team."

Somi paused the swinging of her feet, surprised and immediately overtaken with excitement.

"Really?!" She half-shouted, then blushed at her own reaction. "I mean, really?"

"Really." She could hear the amusement in his tone. "They'd like to, uh...thank you personally."

His double meaning was not missed.

"When and where do I go?"

"A black limousine will be outside the Lotte World Mall at 6:30 pm sharp."

"Thanks, I'll be there."

After hanging up, she reverse checked the number and everything checked out, so, nerves jingling with anticipation, she waited the remaining hour and then got ready.

Having more time to prep herself for an outing this time, she selected her favorite and most revealing lacy black bra with matching panties. A short, ruffled black miniskirt and a skimpy red long sleeve crop top were her choices for outerwear.

(Yes, I know the outfit's not the same.)

Adding something a little hotter to her already done makeup from earlier and adding a subtle hint of her sexiest perfume, she gave herself the final touches to make herself as alluring as possible. And so, having prepared, she set out for the mall, which wasn't a far drive. She arrived at 6:27, parked her car near the mall, and waited outside it.

Only a minute later, a black limo with tinted windows and silver lining on them pulled up next to the curb, driver's side facing the sidewalk.

"Miss Somi?" The driver rolled down the window.

"That's me."

"Hop in."

She opened the back door of the limo and got in, immediately surprised by the quality of the interior. Beige leather seats, soft carpet padding, a massive moonroof spanning the entire ceiling of the car, several drink dispensers opposite the seats, a wine rack in the same place, and LED strip lights lining the entire thing. It was one of the nicest limos she'd ever been in, and after sitting down and giving the window separating her and the driver two taps to get him going, she quickly made use of the large bottle of whiskey sitting opposite her. Couldn't hurt to be a little tipsy meeting them.

A few minutes later the limo pulled to a stop in front of a massive building that she could only assume was the Spur's training facility. The driver disembarked and opened her door for her, then led her in through the front doors of the facility, then through a few hallways and a set of double doors. The doors led her back outside to a football pitch, where six of the eleven players who'd participated in the game were lined up on the opposite side. Son, Richarlison, Solanke, Johnson, Moore, and Lankshear, Son in the lead.

The driver left them and Somi, heart pounding with excitement and lust, approached the eleven.

"Mannaseo bangapseumnida, Somi-ssi." Son said, bowing respectfully.

Somi returned the bow. "Machangajilo, oppa."

Inwardly, as she greeted all the others, she found it a little ironic to be addressing each other so politely when they were most likely going to be fucking her senseless momentarily. Their eyes roved over her body, which was barely concealed by her outfit and left almost nothing to the imagination. They seemed hesitant, unsure of her allowance. She reached up to the hem of her crop top and stripped it off, revealing the scanty, lacy bra underneath. Immediately they seemed to become more confident, now that she'd shown them that she had no reservations. They closed in on her, hands feeling up her torso and sliding under her skirt. She bit her lip as their hands explored her body, feeling her arousal increase. She was quickly surrounded, various hands tugging at her skirt until it slid down her thighs, pooling at her feet.

"Mm, like what you see, boys?"

The only response she got was a powerful slap to her ass, which made her moan. Her slick was practically spilling down her thighs, a situation that did not go unnoticed by the team. Various filthy utterances filled her ears, the hands now roughly fingering her pussy making her gasp, pant and moan like she was in heat.

"Fuck, I want it so bad..." She bucked her hips into the hands, feeling her bra being unclasped and her breasts being freed. Hands slid over them as well, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She sank to her knees, grasping and feeling up the rock-hard cocks in their shorts. They wasted no time in ridding themselves of the shorts, revealing 6 throbbing shafts waiting to be sucked dry.

Somi eagerly jammed the first one into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth passionately. She raised her hands to jerk off two more as more spanks rained down on her ass from behind her. Each slap send a thrill of pleasure-pain through her, and she relished in the sensation as much as she could while going down Solanke. He gathered her hair into a loose ponytail and pulled her head into his crotch. Pumping his hips into her face, driving his cock deeper into her throat, he made her gag and choke on the saliva she inhaled.

"Yes!" She cried as he let her take a breath, pussy throbbing with need. "Fuck my mouth harder daddy!"

He thrust back into her mouth, her eyes rolling back as her throat was bulged. She moaned the fingers getting more daring with each passing second. Her breath hitched at the sensation of three fingers being pushed into her tunnel, her g-spot being ferociously fingered. Pleasure flooded her nerve endings, and her moans increased in volume, in desperation. The thrusts to her face got harder, faster, and she knew he was about to cum.

When a thumb pressed against her clit and circled roughly, she lost it.

Her orgasmic scream was muffled by the thick meat in her throat and Solanke's groan as he shot ropes of cum down her throat. She struggled to draw in oxygen past both blockages, and he pulled out to allow her to breathe.

She gasped in a breath and panted, letting herself fall back to the support of her arms. A large wet spot on the grass made it muddy where she sat, and before long they pulled her onto her knees.

"Please," she murmured as more fingers delved into her hypersensitive slit, the brutal thrusts putting her on edge again. "Please, I want your cocks so bad...please, daddy..."

A pair of powerful arms lifted her into the air, and from a glance over her shoulder she gathered that those powerful arms belonged to none other than Son Heung-min, who'd shed his shirt and shorts. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, making her eyes and mouth widen in pure shock and pleasure at the sheer size.

"Please, daddy," she moaned, feeling her hands being cuffed behind her back, "please fuck me! Fuck me so hard I scream and cum on your fucking monster, make me squirt for you, please!"

At this point Somi was shut up by the tip of Lankshear's pressing against her lips, which she opened obediently. Simultaneously, both of them pushed their hips forward, a lot of inches being pushed into both sides of her. She cried out into it, pussy being blissfully stretched out. She felt every inch, every centimeter, every throbbing vein and ridge.

And then they started moving from either side, the sound of skin slapping into skin echoing around the pitch. Her muffled moans, their groans, and the lewd schlicks of both his cock pumping in and out of her slick hole and the other four stroking themselves to the sight.

She closed her eyes and bobbed her head in time with his thrusts, trying to distract herself from or stave off the impending orgasm, but it was pointless. The way the veins on Son's shaft grated against her g-spot felt too good. Her moans turned to cries, which turned quickly to shrieks as the waves of pleasure tore through her, obliterating her mind momentarily. Lankshear pulled out momentarily to allow her to release the wail of pleasure that had built up in her lungs. Eyes rolling back, the sensation wracked her body and she squirted hard, drenching the group and Son's thighs with cum. She couldn't signal to Lankshear that she wanted his cock back in her mouth, so she rolled her eyes back, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue to entice him. He took advantage of her tongue being out to achieve deeper penetration in her throat, meanwhile Son kept determinedly pumping away at her pussy. She could tell both of them were nearing orgasm; the telltale moans and "fuck yeah"s didn't do much to hide it.

Lankshear gave out with a groan and buried himself in her throat, choking her and spewing his cum deep down her gullet, delivering a hard slap to her face that only got her going more.

Free from the member bulging her throat, Somi could now fully vocalize the pure bliss she was feeling. Son pulled her upright so they were facing each other, and she felt the steel-solid cords of muscle flexing to hold her up.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes right there daddy!" She cried. "Oh my god, yes, right there, you're so big, I'm gonna cum again! You're fucking me so deep, I love it, yes!"

What took her by surprise was Bissouma coming up behind her and taking advantage of her ass cheeks being spread.

"God, that's so deep!" She groaned, three quarters of the big dick in her ass in one stroke.

Son took one hand off her ass and slapped it, earning a yelp from her and more natural lubricant down below. Both fucked her harder and faster, spanking her more, pushing her closer to her third orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes, more, please!" He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and pinching with his teeth, and she threw her head back, humping into his thrusts desperately. "Ohh fuck yes daddy, please pound me harder, it feels so fucking good, yes! I'm cumming!"

"Jenjang, nado keuraeyo!" Son groaned, keeping up his pace. (Fuck, me too!)

He slammed her down onto his cock while jerking his hips up into her, reaching new depths inside her and firmly pushing into her cervix and causing her third orgasm.

"FUCK!" She saw stars as the pure sensation making fireworks explode in her brain. The orgasm ripped through her body like a gunshot, her nerves on fire with pleasure as she rode it out. She then registered their hot cum spurting into her womb and bowels, the surges of warmth triggering a fourth, mind-shattering orgasm. An overstimulated, moaning sob left her, tears welling in her eyes from the intensity of the feeling. Son gave her supple cheeks one more spank before putting her down none too gently.

She lay still on the ground, chest heaving, covered in sweat. The mud she'd created smudged on her ass and back, having turned cool in the absence of her body heat. Her brain had checked out; there was no comprehensible thought running through it at all.

They allowed her a couple of minutes of recovery time, and when she noticed them approaching she sat up, biting her lip with half lidded eyes. She got on all fours and wiggled her ass, smirking up at them.

"Ready for round two...daddies?"

...

She left the compound with her holes fucked wide open, cum leaking out of every single one, and a fair amount still on her face. She'd decided to keep it there a little while for some selfies.

"I trust you had fun?" Her driver asked once she got back in the limo.

"I did. Back to the mall, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

After the quick drive back to the mall and the selfies she had wanted to take, she thanked the chauffeur and stepped inside the mall to wash off her face. Deciding to go for a little walk over the Jamsil Bridge in the cool night air, she started the entirely deserted footpath.

She was about two third of the way through the bridge when a group of men - very muscular men, Somi noted - entered the footpath from the opposite side. As they drew nearer, she recognized one of them. Then two, then three. Then all five of them.

"No way..." she muttered, stopping dead in her tracks as she recognized five of the Aston Villa players, Nedeljković in the lead. And none of them looked happy to see her.

"Well, well, well..." Nedeljković said, tone low and menacing. "Look what we have here."

"If it isn't Jeon Somi," said Torres, voice laced with anger, gesturing for the other three to surround her from the back. "The passionate Tottenham supporter."

"And dressed like she's heading to her night shift at the local whorehouse." One of the voices behind her said.

She took a step back from Nedeljković, a feeling of fear rearing its head inside her. Surely they wouldn't beat her up? A five on one? With cars watching?

But the cars weren't watching. The cars were on the uppermost section of the bridge, and the six of them were directly beneath, completely out of sight. The fear intensified.

"What do you say boys?" Nedeljković asked.

She sensed the three behind her closing in as the two in front did the same; panicking, she turned around and tried to push through them, but their arms shot out and held her back. Nedeljković took her by the hair, bicep flexing with the force with which he was holding on, and pulled her head back to look at him.

"We're going to make you pay for what you did, Somi."

"Please," Somi whispered, not even attempting to escape for fear of further abuse. "Don't hurt me...

"Hurt you?" The entire group laughed, and he took her arms and pinned them to the fence wall she was backed against. "God, she's so naive. We're not gonna hurt you, you dumb bitch. Pretty little thing like you, we're gonna pay you back for what you did another way..."

Her eyes widened at the implication and her cheeks flushed red.

"No, please don't!" She struggled a little bit, to which he put a hand around her neck and pushed lightly. "Please...have mercy..."

Despite how scared she was of them, she couldn't deny that the position he had her in was making her very aroused. Being helpless like this, it turned her on to the point where she was literally trembling, cheeks flushed red and pussy wet again.

"Look at this, lads!" He said, grip tightening on her neck. "We haven't even done anything and this slut is already panting like a bitch in heat!"

His hand left her neck and trailed its way down her body, caressing her breasts, down her abs, and up her skirt, pushing a couple of fingers into her past the panties.

"Mmm~" She purred, biting her lip at the sensation and the fact that she was completely helpless to whatever he wanted to do.

"Yeah, you like that, you little whore?"

"Yes~" She bucked her hips into his fingers, gasping, her eyebrows arching upwards as he roughly palmed her clit and rubbed her g-spot. "Oh fuck - oh my god yes - just like that~"

He slapped her face hard, making her gasp again, and kept fingering her.

"When I ask you a question, you address me properly, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!" She rolled her hips into his hand desperately, already on edge from his skilled touch. "Oh, please, sir, keep going, make me cum!"

She moaned desperately, needily, begging for release, but his fingers disappeared at the last second.

"No, please!" She squeezed around pure air, whimpering at the absence of the fingers.

"Shut up." Another slap landed on her face. "I said we're giving you some payback, not rewarding you."

He turned her around, and she felt leather cuffs being secured into place on her wrists behind her back. The next second, three fingers had been shoved into her pussy again, making her cry out.

"Fuck, that's it...ooh yess sir please keep going, just like that..."

"Shut the fuck up and take it." He smacked her ass.

"Yes, sir," she gasped, wiggling it as his fingers moved in and out of her.

"Oh my god yes, I'm cumming, fuck!"

But he pulled the fingers out at the last second, denying her the orgasm again.

"Fuck you!" She cried in frustration, an involuntary whine leaving her mouth again.

Quick as lightning, he darted around to where her face was and roughly grabbed her by the jaw, making her look at him.

"What did you just say to me?"

"Nothing!" She immediately became small and submissive again, made nervous by his aggression. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it."

He sat down on the ledge and pulled her over his lap, lifting her skirt up over the swell of her hips.

"Now, you're going to learn what happens to bad little whores when they misbehave and talk back their owners.

He bent her over his knee and put his right leg over the backs of her knees, effectively trapping her, and started viciously spanking her over her panties, which did nothing to protect her ass from the relentless assault.

"Ow! Fuck! Sir, please, it hurts!"

"Of course it does, you dumbass whore!"

Tears sprang to her eyes at the continued abuse of her pinkened cheeks, and she struggled a bit, which only earned her harder smacks.

"I'm sorry, sir!"

"You better be fucking sorry!" He continued, heedless of her words.

And yet, in the pain of his powerful spanks, she felt her arousal spike. She arched her back into it, suddenly craving more punishment, more humiliation. She was totally, hopelessly turned on by the position she found herself in.

"Harder!" She begged. "Please, sir, punish me harder!"

"You hearing this slut?" He muttered to the rest of the team. "Begging for more punishment. Just a masochistic little pain slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir!" Her own submission driving her crazy with lust, she kept arching her back, wiggling her hips. He increased the force of the spanks, making her moan louder, and when he added the fingers back, she fell apart.

She barely recognized the voice that screamed out of her throat; it sounded most unlike her: high-pitched, desperate, needy. And in her body, among the orgasmic eruption inside, she recognized another feeling: Hunger. She wanted them, she wanted them a lot.

"P-please," she whimpered, her entire body hot and shaking, "please give me your dick, s-sir..."

"You hear that, lads? She wants our dicks."

"Please, sir," she almost whispered, eyes half-lidded, "I want it so bad..."

He positioned himself behind her and pushed into her, groaning at the tightness. He ripped off her panties, reached forward, and pushed them into her mouth; she could taste her own arousal and it only made her hornier.

"Fuck me...fuck me hard, sir, I need it..."

Fast, hard, brutal strokes were what she got in return. The sheer force of each thrust pushed her forward and made her ass and breasts jiggle. Though muffled by her panty gag, her cries could easily be heard by all.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, just like that, fuck me just like that sir! Ohh god it's so good, so deep inside me!"

He stopped momentarily, laid down under her so she was on top, and then resumed. A second cock pressed against her asshole and entered, making her double over, not expecting the sudden penetration. One of Nedeljković's hands reached up and grasped her throat and she bit her lip in arousal.

"Now, tell me Somi, are you ever going to do something like that to fuck up our game again?"

She shook her head, earning her a slap, which intensified her lust.

"Say it properly."

"No, sir," she moaned, "I won't, sir..."

"Good girl." She shivered. "You kept us from winning by doing that."

"Well, maybe if you'd – ohh fuck~...played better, you wouldn't have lost." She was playing with fire and she knew it, but it was worth seeing the surprised and angry look on his face. His hand closed on her face, pulling it close to his.

"You better watch what you say to me, slut."

"Get better at football."

He slapped her, grabbed her hips and started slamming his into them. Her moans turned to screams, her entire lower region being overridden by the sharp increase in pleasure.

"F-fuck, that's t-too much!" She cried, involuntarily bucking her hips, her body betraying her words. "S-so good!"

He ignored her and , keeping the impacts in time with his thrusts.

"Care to take that back?"

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it!" She was going to cum again and she knew it, and there was nothing she could or wanted to do about it. She reveled in the harsh treatment, in the submission they required from her, that she so willingly gave. The throbbing in her asshole intensified, and another torrent of warmth shortly followed a groan, leaving Nedeljković as the last one in the game.

"Do you wanna cum?"

"Yes, sir, please, make me squirt for you!"

"If that's the best you can do then I don't think you want to cum. You'll have to beg me."

He slid himself out from under her and stood, his cock resting on her face as she knelt and looked up at him.

"Please, sir, please let me cum, I want to cum so bad! I want to squirt on your big dick, I need you to fuck me and make me cum again, please~"

"Oh, you need me to? Well, if you insist..."

He pushed her down onto all fours and knelt behind her, slapping her ass before entering her again in a single, well-lubricated stroke.

"Oh god yes," she groaned, feeling him push down on her head, ensuring she was under his control. "So fucking big..."

"Keep your pretty head down, Somi," he growled in her ear, his voice making her shiver with arousal.

"Yes, sir," she moaned breathlessly, trying to buck up into him to impale herself deeper. Her shouts and his grunts reverberated around the footpath, and she did nothing to stop them. Dimly, she recognized the feeling of the cuffs being taken off her, and she pushed herself up with trembling arms.

"Oh yes, fuck my little pussy harder!" He reached around, pressed his index and middle fingers to her clit, and rubbed hard, sharply spiking her pleasure. "Ngghh fuck yes! So deep, yes, yes, please don't stop! I'm cumming!"

His fist closed on her hair again, the vicelike grip unyielding. It took only a few moments before she herself closed like a vice on his cock, and she gave a wild yell as a stream of cum sprayed out of her. He grunted, breathing out heavily in an almost-groan as his own cum spurted deep into her.

"Oh god...oh fuck..." She breathed like she'd been running for miles, and her arms folded under the weight of her own upper body.

"God damn..." Nedeljković commented, getting dressed again, "Much as I hate this bitch's guts, she is a good fuck. Cuff her to the fence."

Wait, what?! She was woken from her stupor by the feeling of two strong hands lifting her up and dragging her to the fence, directly into the view of traffic. The leather cuffs clicked into place, leaving her sitting on the concrete with her arms above her head, and she was too weak to resist.

The three who hadn't fucked her stepped forward, finally unleashing their loads on her. Thick shots of cum streaked her thighs, abs, breasts, and face, the last few landing in her obediently open mouth. The three quickly got dressed and her brain was immediately awake as hell when they started walking away.

"Wait! I'm still here!"

"Yeah, we know." Nedeljković called over his shoulder. "I wonder how long it'll be before someone finds you?"

"Let me go! Please!"

They ignored her pleas and she settled back down, resigning herself to it. A flash of white caught her eyes, and she looked up just in time to see a phone being stowed back away before the car drove past.

"Great," she muttered to herself, feeling her face grow hot. "Guess it's gonna be a long night."

...

A/N: Yeah, I did just leave her there for all the traffic and walkers to see. Thanks for reading!

#JEONSOMI x #Chirpy #THFC #IceCream_JEONSOMI #전소미 #IceCream #아이스크림 #처피 #TottenhamHotspur #토트넘 #THEBLACKLABEL #더블랙레이블 @spursofficial

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College Days ft. EVERGLOW Sihyeon

A/N: Happy birthday Sihyeon! This wasn’t a request, rather something I wanted to write on my own for Sihyeon’s birthday. This’ll be a short one, because I still have a Chaeyoung request on the agenda. Enjoy!

-상훈

Length: 1.32k

Possible TW: None

Tags: Can't think of anything really, kinda a mundane fic

One of Sihyeon’s primary abilities was her power to entrance me with a single gaze. Glance, even. 

Such was the power she exercised while she was bent over our bed with her panties around her ankles, having her pussy brutally pounded by me. 

I had learned of this power the first time I met her, which was by chance entirely. One glance was all it took. 

Sihyeon and I were roommates in the dorm of the college we attended together. I met her on the first day, and we had become really good friends. But one thing I noticed more recently was that look on her face. Not the usual entrancing look, more one of lust. When she looked at me, when I looked at her, it was mutual. 

We were sitting on the couch that day, watching a movie together. She was snuggled up to me cozily. Normally she was very energetic, but as it was late, she was tired. But I couldn’t have fallen asleep if I tried. Lately, there had been more and more incidents, where she “accidentally” walked in on me in the shower, or “accidentally”bumped into me. I knew the truth, she knew the truth. And tonight was the night I was going to do something about it. 

Presently, another example happened. She made to put her arm around my chest and as she did her deft fingers brushed my cock through my boxers. I knew it was on purpose, and I couldn’t ignore it.

As though this wasn’t enough, I felt her leg slide over mine, and the heat emanating from between her thighs was palpable on my own.

“Sihyeon,” I said conversationally, “what are you doing?”  

“Oppa I’m tired,” she said in my ear. “We should go to bed.” 

I complied, pressing the power button on the TV and plunging us into darkness. Immediately, she sat up and slid on top of me, straddling me. 

“S-Sihyeon!” I gasped, shocked at the sudden burst of energy. “What are you-”

“Hush,” she said, putting her finger to my lips. “You know what I’m doing, it’s been coming for weeks.” 

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see the outline of her curvy body, and I could definitely feel her heat pressed against me, and her slick was soaking through her panties and my boxers. Shortly, I felt myself get rigidly hard. 

“There we go,” Sihyeon purred, leaning closer in to me. “Now you’re getting it.” 

“Sihyeon, we can’t just-”

“And why not?” She asked, starting to gyrate her hips on me, my reservations about fucking her dwindling quickly. 

“What if we’re caught?” I said pathetically, my last excuse left. “You know how the principal feels about-”   

“I don’t care about how the principal feels,” Sihyeon said, giving a small moan as she bucked her hips into my clothed erection. “I want you, and I’m - ah - going to have you.” 

“You know what?” I said, voice lower, “have it your way.” 

I pulled myself up off the couch, grabbing her and carrying her through the bedroom door. The lamp was on in here, and I could see her slick-soaked panties outlining her pussy. 

I tossed her light form into the bed and she settled with her legs spread. She bit her lip in arousal as I removed my boxers, eyes glued to my cock. 

She lifted her legs as I crawled towards her, letting me slip off the drenched panties. I tossed them to one side, and she tossed me her unclasped bra. I lay on my front and settled myself between her legs, teasing her clit with my tongue. 

“Mmm, fuck!” She moaned and squirmed as I licked her. 

I moved lower, swiping at her her pussy and teasing her entrance, not giving it to her yet. Then I plunged my tongue into her and she cried out. 

“Yes!” She moaned. “Yes, fuck yes, don’t stop!” 

She gave a small shudder and moaned as I stopped and advanced along the bed. I sat against the headboard next to her and pulled her on top of me. 

She gave a quiet gasp as she felt my tip rubbing against her folds. Not one to waste time, she lowered herself down and her tight heat enveloped my cock. 

“Fuck!” I groaned as she started humping herself on me. 

Her moans turned to cries as her grinding got more intense.  

I grabbed her by the hips and flipped over, repositioning to missionary. 

She screamed in pleasure as I plunged back into her, giving an involuntary buck of her hips into my thrust. 

“Ahh, it’s so deep!” She yelled, “You’re so - fucking - big!” 

I raised my hand to her neck and pushed her into the mattress, squeezing another cry from her mouth. 

“Oh my god yes, fuck me harder!” She gasped into my ear. “Oh, I’ve wanted this for so long!” 

“Have you?” I panted, thrusting as fast and hard as possible. “You should have told me earlier, you know I wouldn’t’ve refused.” 

She said nothing in reply, letting out a wordless moan instead. 

I felt an orgasm building inside me as I fucked her tight pussy, the pressure on all sides proving to be too much. 

“Oh, it’s so good oppa, I’m gonna cum!” Sihyeon shouted out, hands clutching at my back, toes curling. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” I groaned through clenched teeth, pushing her thighs apart and ramming her into the bed. 

With a final moan and three final thrusts I stopped, forcing my cock deep inside her and pumping her pussy full of my cum, the pleasure taking over my senses. 

Sihyeon senselessly bucked her hips into me as she rode her own orgasm out, squirting all over my groin. 

I pulled out and collapsed next to her, completely spent after one of the most intense orgasms of my life.  

She sat there for a moment, giving soft “ah”s as my cum leaked out of her. Then she got up and moved down, taking my half-hard cock into her mouth and sucking off the fluids that had gathered there. I gasped in hypersensitivity as she popped off me.

We rested for a couple of minutes and then Sihyeon got up, dragging me along with her. She repositioned herself, bending over the bed and giving her ass a twerk. 

Hard again, I pushed back into her warm, tight depths and gave her ass a smack. She moaned and her grip on the sheets tightened. She looked over her shoulder and threw me that look, that sexy, turn-on look, and bit her lip before closing her eyes and moaning as, out of raw carnal desire, I grabbed her ponytail and rammed my cock into her.

So it was then that she exercised her power. She had me on a string, and I was mindlessly fucking her in my trance. She had a hold over me. 

I kept clapping my hips into her ass, driving my shaft further and further into her. I brushed her g-spot and she cried out into the room.

“I’m cumming again!” She exclaimed, pussy contracting crazily on me as she fired a stream onto me again, gripping me tighter than ever. 

I found it hard not to cum again myself, but I was going to make her cum again before I did. 

I reached around her thigh to her clit snd started rubbing furiously, bringing her to another orgasm. 

“Nngh oppa fuck, I’m fucking cumming, YES!”

Three orgasms in the span of ten minutes, she squirted hard again, spraying my balls with her cum. 

I didn’t bother holding myself back, spurting my load deep into her womb with a groan. 

The two of us collapsed onto the bed again, both tired and happy.

“That was incredible,” she panted, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. “Fuck the principal, maybe we should do it again sometime.”

“Definitely.”

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Promiscuous ft. EVERGLOW Aisha

A/N: Thanks for 1k followers! I wrote this for an ask I got a good while ago, but decided to release it when I hit 1k. I’m doing it as a collab with a friend who prefers to stay anonymous. It’s amazing the results your mind will show when challenged by a pitch about a hot idol. Obviously, since I don’t write guy on guy stuff, Hongjoong and I aren’t going to be doing anything. This was suggested by someone through a private chat. Enjoy! 

-상훈

Length: 3.31k

Possible TW: Whipping, bondage

Tags: Spitroasting, threesome, bondage, whipping, humiliation, exhibitionism, throatfuck, cunnilingus

It was fairly late when I gave Yurim the call, but not late enough for it not to be immediately answered. “Sung-min?” “That’s me. You got plans for later?” Her voice became suddenly mischievous. “Yes, I have plans. Would you like to participate?”

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