Boredom doesn't seem to go away in the office. You think that one day you will get used to it, that day never comes. Slumped in your ergonomic chair, pretending to analyze quarterly reports while actually doomscrolling through an endless feed, you would give anything to shake things up in your life right now. Another Tuesday, another slow march towards the sweet release of 5 PM. Then your phone, lying screen-down on the desk amidst coffee rings and scattered pens, buzzes.
You barely register it. Probably just another Slack notification from accounting about the missing TPS reports, or a group chat exploding with irrelevant memes. You sigh, ready to silence it without looking.
But when you flip it over, it's not from accounting.
It's a DM.
There's a name.
And holy shit, not just any name. It's Karina. Yeah, the Karina. From Aespa. Except the contact isn't her stage name. It's the one you punched in years ago, still stubbornly saved under her actual name: Jimin. That old, familiar ache, that weird nostalgic flutter, tightens in your chest. Suddenly, you're not staring at sales projections; you're seventeen again, a sweaty, nervous wreck on some sun-baked summer sidewalk, every fiber of your being screaming just kiss her, you idiot, just do it, while you probably mumble something about the weather.
You blink, hard, because this makes zero sense. You haven't spoken to her for years. And the way it ended… a full-on, no-explanation ghosting after that spectacularly cursed attempt at a hookup. What a fucked day.
It wasn't even like you actually did anything. You didn't even get that far. You’d just managed to get her clothes off, lips still slick from making out, hands trembling as you lifted her onto your lap on that beat-up couch. The second your dick came out, she just… panicked. Froze up like she’d just seen a goddamn monster crawl out of your jeans. She let out this shaky, nervous laugh, mumbled something about a curfew she’d totally forgotten. But you know. Oh, you know exactly what it is. The sheer, improbable size of it. That sick, familiar twist in your gut as you realize it has happened again. You weren't even fully hard yet. Doesn’t matter.
She ran. Bolts like the place is on fire.
You can’t even really blame her (okay, maybe a little). You're always the weird, skinny dude, the one people probably figure is packing an innie until proven otherwise. And Karina (Jimin, back then), she has this effortless cool-girl vibe that just makes your brain short-circuit whenever she so much as glances your way for too longl. You try, so fucking hard, not to fall for her. Fail. Spectacularly. And then that one chance, your one shot to escape the friendzone, gets instantly demoted to a horror story she probably now dishes to her bandmates between grueling dance practices and sold-out stadium shows.
Except… she's actually messaging you. Right now.
hey
it’s been a while huh?
You jolt upright in your chair so fast your colleague in the next cubicle peers over the divider with a raised eyebrow. Her profile pic is pure idol perfection: full glam, hair in those impossibly soft, expensive-looking waves, eyes that are somehow both icy and flirty. This isn't Jimin anymore. This is Karina of Aespa, a literal K-pop goddess. The kind of woman entire nations fantasize about from behind their phone screens, and she’s DMing you, a random office drone, like you’d just casually bumped into her at a 7/11.
i was thinking about you the other day
kinda random but i’d like to catch up
you free this weekend?
No emojis. No awkward apologies or explanations. Just straight to it, like those six years of absolute silence haven't even happened.
Your chest feels tight, but not in a bad way. More like a champagne bottle about to pop. A million questions scream in your head, why now? what the hell is this about? but your thumbs are already a blur across the screen:
yeah
just tell me when and where
The typing bubble appears, blinks, disappears, then reappears. Teasing you. You wonder if she remembers. That night. That… thing about you. She has to. No way she’s forgotten something like that. Maybe she thinks you’ve… grown into it? Learned to manage it better? Maybe she's curious to see.
Then:
okay :)
I’ll send the details soon
looking forward to it
You stare at your phone screen long after her name vanishes, the glow of the monitor reflecting in your wide eyes. The phantom sensation of her weight, her presence, still echoes in your lap like a deeply ingrained muscle memory. The way she has of making any room, any space, subtly bend around her. The way you used to bend around her, orbiting like a damn fool, just waiting for her to look your way and actually mean it.
And now, impossibly, she's looking again.
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The address pops up just after noon, no preamble. Just a pin-drop in Gangnam with a bar name you don’t recognize (some sleek little English mashup that screams exclusivity), the kind of place influencers pretend to discover and rich people keep quiet about. You Google it anyway. The front’s barely labeled, no neon sign, just this faint etched logo over heavy black glass doors, like you’re supposed to already know where it is. One of those underground cocktail lounges, dim and expensive and deliberately vague.
Of course she’d pick somewhere like this.
You get there ten minutes early, which feels both desperate and practical. The room’s all moody lighting and brass. Like stepping into a perfume ad: everything smells expensive. Candles flicker in tiny glass jars at each low table, and there’s jazz playing, soft but rhythmic. You start scanning the booths, heart ticking like a countdown, nervous in a way that feels kind of humiliating. You're not in high school anymore.
But then you see her.
She's in a corner booth, half-shadowed by one of those gold-bar dividers. Hair down, silky black and parted to the side, soft curls kissing her collarbones. She's dressed like she knew exactly how this would go: long-legged, crossed at the knee, thighs poured into a leather mini-skirt that barely creases when she moves. A sheer black blouse with little sparkly threadwork running through it like constellations, the fabric so thin it flirts with the curves of her bra underneath. Not scandalous. Not vulgar. Just perfectly engineered to hold your gaze. One hand’s around her drink, some golden thing in a faceted crystal glass, and the other’s thumbing her phone like she’s half-focused, tapping fast. She looks up just once—sees you.
Smiles.
“Wow,” she says as you approach, rising halfway, fingers brushing your wrist as she gestures for you to sit across from her. “You really came.”
“Of course I did,” you say, but your voice is almost inaudible. You clear your throat and try again. “Jimin.”
Her eyes widen just slightly. The smile twitches. Not fake, just surprised. “Haven’t heard that in a while.”
“Still your name, right?”
“It is,” she says, sitting back down, crossing her legs the other way, and you catch the flash of glossy black boots under the table, knee-high, sharp-heeled, definitely not made for walking. “Only a few people still get to use it though.”
You slide into the seat across from her, still trying not to stare, but fuck it’s hard. She’s… glowy. Confident in a way that makes you feel like you’re dressed wrong even though you picked this outfit twice and stood in the mirror trying poses before heading out. She doesn’t need to try, doesn’t need to check the mirror; she knows what she’s doing. Every part of her outfit, her body language, the tone of her laughter, it’s all loaded like performance, but smoother. Natural. She's grown into it. Into this idol thing.
You’re still staring when she lifts her glass toward you.
“Drink?” she offers. “First one’s on me.”
“You paying?” you ask, raising a brow.
“For sure,” she says, grinning. “This idol thing pays well.”
A waiter materializes like magic. She orders another of whatever she’s having, something citrusy with gin, you catch the word yuzu, and you mutter your preference like it matters. It’s one of those bars where they probably judge you for ordering a beer.
“Damn,” you say after a beat, glancing at her with a crooked smile. “So this is your idea of casual now?”
She shrugs, sips. “This is how I dress when I want someone to look at me.”
You swallow hard. “It’s working.”
There’s a beat. A silence that stretches long enough for your drink to arrive. Her eyes never leave yours.
“You’re still such a flirt,” she says, amused. “But you’ve mellowed out. You used to be way more nervous.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely panicking inside,” you admit, taking a sip that burns and soothes at the same time. “I just got better at hiding it.”
She laughs, and the sound is all warm honey. It hits some buried part of you, it fucks with you.
“So how’ve you been?” she asks, smoothing a hand over her thigh. “Besides taller, obviously.”
You snort. “You’re still taller than me.”
“By this much,” she says, holding two fingers apart. “And the boots.”
“Even without the boots.”
“Some things don’t change.”
You both sip. And then the reminiscing begins. You start talking about school, about mutual friends, about the time you both got high and watched bad dramas all night, quoting lines and making each other laugh so hard she snorted kimchi soup out of her nose. She acts scandalized when you bring that up.
“I told you never to mention that again,” she groans, burying her face in her hand.
“And yet here we are.”
“Blackmail. That’s what this is.”
The drinks keep coming. You’re halfway through your third when you notice she keeps checking her phone. Quick glances. A tap here and there. She’s not scrolling for fun, no, it’s deliberate. Controlled. You figure it must be work. Maybe her manager checking in. Maybe something about her schedule. It doesn’t seem suspicious at first. You’re too busy watching the way her lips wrap around her straw, how her hand drapes over the rim of her glass, fingers tapping idly. You wonder how many guys have sat across from her like this, thinking maybe this time I get to take her home.
You’re not even sure what this is. Is it a catch-up? A date? Just nostalgia? But she invited you. She dressed like this. She's been holding eye contact like it’s a game. You’re buzzed now, not sloppy, just loose enough to lean in, resting your chin on your hand.
“You remember,” you say softly, “That time you were at my house and we kissed?”
Jimin looks up. Caught off guard. But not embarrassed. Her smile is smaller this time. Realer.
“Of course I do,” she murmurs. “You tasted like lemon soda.”
“You ran. You ran before we could... You know.”
“I had a panic attack,” she says, surprisingly blunt. “Didn’t even realize it until I was halfway down the street. I thought it was… I don’t know. Too much.”
“Was it because of me?”
She’s quiet. Her eyes dip to her drink. Then her phone buzzes again. She glances at it. This time her face changes (just a flicker). A subtle switch behind her eyes. Something has clicked.
“No,” she says finally, meeting your gaze again. “It wasn’t you. Not really. And I really, really want to redeem myself with you.”
But she doesn’t explain. Just downs the rest of her drink in one go and flags the waiter for another.
You mean to press more. To ask what that meant. But before you can, her phone buzzes one more time. She doesn’t check it. Just flips it over, screen-down. And leans forward with a little smile, as if she’s about to say something intimate, something she’s been holding in for a while. Her fingers trail along the rim of your glass, close but not quite touching yours.
Then she says: “Hey. You trust me, right?”
You say it without hesitation. Maybe it's the alcohol humming in your bloodstream or the way she's looking at you; clear, serious, a softness in her expression that strips away the glamor and shows just a little of the girl you remember. “Yeah,” you murmur, letting the word settle in your throat, simple and solid. “I trust you.”
That’s all she needs. Her eyes flicker like she’s confirming something to herself, then her fingers swipe across her phone, firing off a text with no explanation. You catch the little smirk at the corner of her lips, not playful, not cruel… something more satisfied. Purposeful. She slides her phone back into her clutch and stands, straightening the hem of her skirt. Her legs look even longer when she moves. The heel of her boot clicks once on the floor.
“Come on,” she says, brushing a hand lightly over your shoulder as she walks past you. “There’s a car waiting.”
You follow, blinking through the slow haze of three drinks and a thousand unspoken thoughts. Outside, it’s colder than you expect, the air sharp against your cheeks, but the car is there, sleek and black, window-tinted with the kind of purr you associate with rich people and K-drama antagonists. The driver doesn’t ask your name. Just opens the door.
You slide in after her, trying not to let your thigh brush hers too hard even though she’s made no effort to keep distance. Inside the car, the seats smell like leather and faint perfume. Karina settles in beside you, adjusting the strap of her bag, checking her lipstick in the reflection of her phone screen. She catches you looking.
“What?” she asks, amusement in her tone, head tilting.
“Where are we going?”
She leans back, one knee brushing yours, fingers sliding into her hair like she’s trying to undo the tension at her scalp. “To an apartment. Somewhere we can actually talk without everyone staring. Somewhere more comfortable.”
“Is it yours?”
She shrugs, teasing. “Partially.”
“Must be nice.”
“You’ve got no idea,” she grins, and then something flickers behind her eyes again, calmer now, more vulnerable. “I meant what I said back there. About redeeming myself.”
You glance at her. Her knees are still crossed, hands folded loosely in her lap. She’s not fidgeting. She looks totally in control. But her voice is quieter now, measured.
“I really fucked up back then,” she says. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. But I know I did. You probably felt… rejected.”
You hesitate. Then nod. “Yeah. I did.”
She turns slightly toward you, just enough to face you head-on. “And I get it now. It wasn’t just me walking out—it was me making you feel like something was wrong with you. Like you were some freak.”
You don’t say anything. The car’s too quiet. The engine hums beneath you, smooth, and the city lights flicker through tinted windows. You focus on her words, the precision of them, the way she’s not sugarcoating any of it.
“I used to think everything had to be this perfect fantasy,” she continues. “And I wasn’t ready for something real. I wasn’t ready for… you.”
You exhale slowly. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“Okay,” she says, "but I still want to make it right.”
The rest of the ride passes in that charged silence, the kind that isn't awkward but thick with implication, like something's about to tip. You’re not entirely sure what you expected when she messaged you, but this? This is surreal. You're tipsy and hot under your collar, knees bouncing slightly, wondering if you should be nervous, or excited, or both.
You settle on both.
The car slows in front of a tall, anonymous building with glass that reflects too cleanly to be anything short of expensive. A valet greets her with a nod. You follow her inside, past a lobby that smells like orchids and designer soap. The elevator is silent, smooth, rising so fast it barely registers.
When the doors open, she leads you into an apartment that looks more like a photoshoot set than somewhere someone actually lives. Polished hardwood floors, ambient recessed lighting, modern furniture in sharp angles and plush velvet textures. There’s a huge floor-to-ceiling window spilling moonlight across the living room, and a minibar tucked beside a long black couch. She moves through it like she’s done this a hundred times before.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she says, stepping behind the bar and reaching for bottles you can’t even pronounce. “Shoes off, if you want. The floor’s heated.”
You toe your sneakers off and sink into the couch, running your hand over the fabric absently. Your head's spinning a little now, and it’s not just the alcohol. It’s her. It’s the fact that she brought you here, into this private space, dressed like a fantasy and saying everything anyone would like to hear. The lines are blurred and blurring further.
She turns back with one glass, something crystalline and amber glowing under the lights. She hands one to you with a smile.
“What is it?” you ask, sniffing it. It smells like honey and something herbal.
“Something special,” she says, settling beside you on the couch. “It’s got a little kick. But it’ll help you… relax. Feel good. Get in the mood.”
You blink. “Get in the mood?”
Her smile doesn’t falter. “For tonight. For me. Just drink.”
You hesitate, but only for a second. You're already floating. Her thigh is pressed to yours now, warm through the thin fabric of your pants. You take a sip. It's smoother than expected, sweet at first, then biting, like cinnamon chased with a punch of something foreign. Your body responds immediately, heat blooming in your chest, your arms, your thighs.
“Strong,” you say, wincing as you go for a second sip.
“Mmhm,” she hums. “But you’ll feel amazing.”
Your skin starts to prickle, not uncomfortably. Just... heightened. Like everything is vibrating a little faster than it should. Your fingers twitch. You glance at her. Her pupils are wide, lips parted just slightly as she watches you drink.
You set the glass down, heart beating a little too fast now. “What’s in it?”
“Something that’s gonna make tonight unforgettable,” she murmurs, leaning in to brush her lips just below your jaw. Not a kiss, just a graze. “And I’ve got a surprise.”
Your pulse thumps. “Another one?”
She stands again, smooth and sudden, stepping across the room and pulling her phone from her clutch. She types something. A long message. Sends it.
Then she turns to face you again, hair tumbling over her shoulder, eyes dark and gleaming.
“They’re almost here,” she says.
You blink. “They?”
Karina approaches you again and sits on your lap, settling her weight fully onto your thighs. It's instant fire. Her warmth seeps through your pants, directly against the hardness already straining there, a painful, thrilling pressure. Her hands find your shoulders, fingers digging in just slightly, claiming the space.
"So," she starts, leaning closer, her breath ghosting over your ear. "About... that night. My little freakout."
You swallow, eyes locked on the curve of her neck, the faint pulse beating there.
"You're not the only one who knows about... well. Your impressive little toy downstairs."
A blush creeps up your neck. Toy? Little? It feels anything but little right now, jammed against her ass.
"W-what? Who else—"
"Shhh," she cuts you off, a finger tapping your lips. "No need to be ashamed. Not anymore. In fact..." Her lips curve into that slow, knowing smile you saw downstairs, the one that felt like she held all the cards. "It kinda got... rushed straight into my friend group."
Heat flares through you, hotter than the alcohol buzz. The drink, whatever it is, makes everything feel ten times more intense. Your cock gives a hard throb against her, impossible to hide.
"I... I don't think I get it, Jimin," you stammer out, feeling small under her gaze, even though she's the one practically draped over you.
"You will," she murmurs. "Soon. Very soon."
Right on cue, a crisp ding-dong echoes through the apartment. The doorbell.
Karina lifts herself off your lap with infuriating grace, smoothing down her skirt. The sudden absence of her weight makes your erection ache. She glances towards the door, then back at you, a quick, almost apologetic flicker in her eyes before it's replaced by resolve.
"Showtime," she mouths, then turns and strides towards the entrance.
The lock clicks. The heavy door swings inward. And suddenly, the spacious living room feels crowded. Three figures step inside, bringing a wave of expensive perfume and overwhelming presence. Towering over Karina, towering over you.
Wonyoung is first, draped in a long, dramatic beige trench coat that swamps her frame but somehow still looks regal. Her expression is pure, unfiltered impatience, lips pursed into a perfect pout. Beside her, Yuna practically spills out of a tiny black leather tube top and matching micro-skirt, fishnets snaking up her long legs, a predatory grin already fixed on you. And then there's Sullyoon, looking almost angelic in a white lace corset top and ridiculously short pleated skirt, but her wide, curious eyes dart nervously between you, Karina, and Wonyoung, clutching a small designer handbag. They’re all impossibly beautiful. And impossibly tall.
You just swallow, hard, sinking back into the plush velvet of the couch. Your brain short-circuits. Four K-pop goddesses. In the same room. Looking at you.
"Finally," Wonyoung mutters, tapping an expensively manicured finger against her arm, not even bothering to hide her irritation. "Took long enough."
Karina closes the door, turning back to the group, her hostess smile firmly in place, though you see the slight tension in her shoulders. "Girls, this is the guy I was talking about. You... probably already know who they are, right?" she directs the last part at you, a weak attempt at normalcy.
You nod dumbly, unable to form words.
Wonyoung's sharp eyes rake over you, from your hair down to your feet. A dismissive little sniff escapes her.
"Huh. You're even smaller in person," she remarks, sounding unimpressed. She glances sharply at Karina. "Are you sure about this, Jimin?"
Karina nods quickly. "Yes. Positive."
Wonyoung just hums, unconvinced. Then, with fluid nonchalance, she reaches up and undoes the belt of her trench coat. The fabric falls open. Underneath, she's wearing nothing but a scandalous black lace lingerie set; push-up bra showcasing perfect cleavage, matching high-waisted panties emphasizing her tiny waist and long legs, held up by intricate garter straps. She absolutely came prepared. Your mouth goes dry.
Karina turns back to you, offering a hand. "Come on, stand up."
Your legs feel shaky. The bulge in your pants is painfully obvious now, throbbing in time with the frantic beat in your chest. You take her hand, letting her pull you to your feet. You feel like a child standing among them.
Wonyoung's gaze flicks down to your crotch, then back up, a flicker of something – interest? Disdain? – in her eyes. "Did he already drink?” she asks Karina, nodding towards the empty glass on the coffee table.
"Yep. All of it," Karina confirms.
Your head snaps towards Karina, sudden alarm cutting through the horny haze. "Drink what? What are you talking about?"
Karina laughs nervously, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh, it's nothing serious! Just a little something... to help you keep up. You know." She gestures vaguely at the three other women staring at you. "Four girls is no joke, right? Need stamina!"
"You... you literally drugged me?"
“Drugging is a very strong word!” she retorts, laughing nervously. “Look at you, conscious and healthy! What you drank was just an aphrodisiac, totally harmless.. and natural too.”
Yuna lets out a delighted giggle, covering her mouth with perfectly painted nails. "Aw, look at him. He's finally catching on!"
"Is... is what I think is going to happen... actually going to happen?" you ask Karina.
Wonyoung steps forward, silencing Karina before she can answer. She stops right in front of you, close enough you can smell the sweet, powdery scent of her skin beneath the perfume.
"If what you're thinking," Wonyoung states, her tone flat and bored, "is that you're about to get used like a personal dildo by four incredibly hot girls who are way out of your league... then yes. You are absolutely right."
Your breath hitches. Before you can process, Wonyoung gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. Immediately, Yuna and Sullyoon are flanking you. Strong hands grip your arms, surprisingly firm. Yuna's touch is confident, almost playful; Sullyoon's is hesitant but locks on tight. You flinch, trying instinctively to pull away, a pathetic little struggle.
"Hey, relax," Karina says quickly, stepping closer, her expression pleading. "Just... go with it. It'll be fun."
Fun? Your head is spinning, your body is on fire, and four idols are manhandling you after drugging you. But fuck, the dominant way Wonyoung is looking at you, the hungry glint in Yuna's eyes, even Sullyoon's wide-eyed curiosity... it's terrifyingly hot.
Wonyoung reaches out, her long fingers landing on the button of your jeans. Her touch is cool, deliberate.
"Alright," she announces, her gaze fixed on your crotch. "Let's see if Jimin was telling the truth, or if she just has a really weird memory of high school dick."
Her fingers work quickly, expertly. The button pops. The zipper slides down. Before you can even react, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of your jeans and boxers together and yanks them down past your hips, down your thighs, letting them pool around your ankles.
Your cock springs free, fully, violently hard. It bounces heavily against your lower belly, thick and veiny and flushed a deep, angry red from the drug and the sheer, overwhelming arousal. Ten and a half inches of raw, improbable meat jutting out from your otherwise skinny frame.
Yuna gasps, her eyes widening comically. Sullyoon makes a tiny choking sound, her grip tightening on your arm as her gaze locks onto it, mesmerized. Even Karina lets out a soft, breathy sound, her eyes glued to your erection.
"Wow," Karina whispers, sounding genuinely awed. "Okay... maybe it is even bigger than I remembered."
Only Wonyoung remains utterly impassive. Her face is a mask of cool appraisal, like she's judging a piece of art. Or livestock. She studies it for a long moment, then, without warning, her hand closes around the base. Her grip is strong, cool. She gives it a few slow, deliberate strokes, thumb pressing firmly against the thick vein running down the shaft.
A strangled moan escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your hips buck involuntarily.
"Is this it?" Wonyoung asks coolly, still stroking, her eyes meeting yours. "Is this fully hard? Or does it get bigger?"
"Y-yes," you gasp out, eyes squeezed shut. "That's... that's it."
Wonyoung stops stroking. She clicks her tongue. "Hm. Well then." She looks directly at Karina, her expression hardening. "We have a problem."
She bends slightly, reaching into an inner pocket of her fallen trench coat. You tense, wondering what the hell she's doing now. She straightens up holding... a sleek, metallic ruler.
"Wait, Wonyoung, are you seriously—" Karina starts, aghast.
"Of course I am," Wonyoung snaps, cutting her off. She kneels slightly, holding the ruler flat against the top side of your shaft, pressing the end firmly against your pubic bone. Her fingers are cold against your heated skin. You flinch, utterly humiliated, but Yuna and Sullyoon hold you fast. Wonyoung squints at the measurement.
"Ten... point five," she announces. She stands up straight, glaring daggers at Karina. "Ten and a half inches. You liar."
Karina shrinks back slightly. "What?"
"You told me," Wonyoung accuses, poking a finger towards Karina, "that it was bigger than my bodyguard's. You specifically said bigger than the bodyguard. He's twelve inches, Jimin! Twelve! This isn't even close!"
"I... I haven't seen it in years!" Karina defends herself frantically, blushing furiously. "It was dark, and it happened so fast! I was scared! It looked bigger back then, I swear! I thought it was enormous!"
Wonyoung rolls her eyes dramatically. "Disappointing. Utterly disappointing."
"Oh my god, Wonyoung, stop being so dramatic!" Yuna cuts in, finally letting go of your arm to reach down and cup your heavy balls possessively. Sullyoon mirrors her, her hesitant hand closing around the thick shaft just below Wonyoung's earlier grip. Their combined touch sends sparks through your system. "Who cares if it's not twelve inches? Look at this thing!" Yuna gives your balls a gentle squeeze. "It's still incredibly big. And so thick! We can have plenty of fun with this." Her eyes meet yours, hot and challenging. "Right? I'm already getting wet just holding him."
Sullyoon nods eagerly, running a tentative finger over the smooth head, her eyes wide with fascination. "Yeah, Wonyoung. It's... it's really amazing."
Wonyoung sighs, a long-suffering sound, but her eyes linger on the sheer girth of your cock, now being eagerly handled by the other two. "Fine," she concedes grudgingly. "It is impressively thick, I'll give you that. It might be good for something after all." She pauses, then pins Karina with a sharp look. "But you still lied. And liars need to be punished."
Karina swallows hard, nervousness flashing across her features again. "Punished? How?"
"You'll see," Wonyoung says cryptically. She turns her attention back to you, dismissing Karina entirely. "You. Finish taking off your clothes. Now. And get in the bedroom." She gestures vaguely towards a door down the hall. "I don't have all night."
Without waiting for a response, Wonyoung turns on her heel, her lingerie-clad form disappearing towards the indicated room, the trench coat abandoned on the floor.
Yuna leans in close, her hot breath fanning your ear. "You heard the princess. Hurry up," she whispers, then plants a quick, wet kiss on your cheek before releasing your balls and following Wonyoung.
Sullyoon gives your aching cock one last, surprisingly firm squeeze, her eyes flicking up to meet yours with a mixture of shyness and burgeoning excitement. Then she too lets go and scurries after the others, leaving you standing there alone in the middle of the luxurious living room.
Your pants are around your ankles, your shirt is still on, your monster erection is throbbing painfully in the open air, slick with pre-cum and the lingering touch of three different idols. Your head spins from the drug, the humiliation, the sheer terror, and the undeniable, overwhelming wave of horniness flooding your system. What the fuck just happened? And what the fuck happens next? You stand frozen, caught somewhere between wanting to run and wanting to crawl into that bedroom immediately. Obviously, driven by a total lack of shame and an unbearable horniness, combined with no sense of self-preservation, you choose the second option.
Fuck it. You kick off your fallen pants and boxers fully, leaving them in a pathetic heap on the expensive floor, and start walking towards the bedroom door Wonyoung vanished through. Your bare feet pad silently on the cool hardwood.
Karina falls into step beside you, her bare shoulder brushing your arm. You glance sideways at her, the mix of betrayal and horniness churning in your gut.
"You lied to me," you state. "The whole time. Downstairs. In the car."
She flinches slightly but keeps walking, her gaze fixed on the bedroom door ahead. "Okay, technically... maybe a little bit by omission?"
"A little bit?" you scoff, feeling a hysterical laugh bubble up. "You drugged me, Jimin! You set me up to be... to be some kind of human dildo for your idol friends!"
"Hey!" she protests, stopping for a second. "I did want to see you again. Honestly. That part wasn't a lie." She searches your face, her expression earnest, though it's hard to trust anything she says right now. "Things just got... complicated. And Wonyoung kinda insisted after I... might have mentioned you."
"Mentioned me? Or mentioned this?" you gesture vaguely downwards at your still stubbornly rigid cock.
"Both?" she offers weakly.
You shake your head, feeling dizzy again. "It's kinda hard to believe anything you say right now."
You reach the bedroom doorway and hesitate, peering inside. The room is huge, dominated by a massive bed with a dark grey headboard and way too many pillows. Soft light glows from hidden fixtures. Yuna and Sullyoon are near the foot of the bed, casually shedding their clothes. Yuna unhooks her leather top with a flourish, letting it drop to reveal a simple, strappy black bra that barely contains her curves. Sullyoon is more methodical, carefully folding her pleated skirt before unzipping the back of her lace corset, revealing matching white lace panties and a push-up bra that gives her an impressive silhouette. They’re both practically glowing with confidence, completely unbothered by your presence.
Karina gently pushes you forward, over the threshold. She reaches up and pulls her sheer blouse over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it onto a nearby armchair. Her bra is pale pink lace, elegant but functional, doing its best to support her surprisingly full, pale breasts. They swell invitingly over the delicate fabric, nipples visibly hard beneath the lace. You can't help but stare for a beat, remembering the feel of them pressed against your chest years ago.
She catches you looking and gives a small, self-conscious smile before starting to unzip her skirt. It slides down her legs, pooling around her knee-high boots before she finally takes them off. Underneath, she wears matching pink lace panties. "Your turn," she prompts, nodding towards your shirt. "Unless you want Wonyoung to rip it off you."
The thought is strangely appealing, but you comply, pulling your t-shirt over your head and tossing it vaguely towards hers. Now you're standing there in just your socks, utterly exposed.
"So..." you begin, looking between the four women, feeling incredibly out of place and ridiculously turned on. "What... uh... what happens now?"
"Now?" Wonyoung's drawl comes from the bed. You see her lounging against the pillows, still in her black lingerie, legs crossed, watching you with predatory amusement. "Now the fun begins, tiny."
Wonyoung slides off the bed with feline grace. Yuna and Sullyoon turn from their discarded clothes, their eyes immediately locking onto your cock again. Together, the three of them approach, moving with unnerving synchronicity. They stop a few feet away, then slowly, deliberately, sink to their knees in front of you. Three pairs of stunning eyes staring intently at your dick. It’s like some weird, terrifyingly hot religious ceremony.
Karina takes a step forward, starting to kneel beside them, but Wonyoung shoots her a look sharp enough to cut glass.
"Ah-ah," Wonyoung chides, clicking her tongue. "Not you. Not yet."
Karina freezes, her cheeks flushing slightly. She straightens up quickly, looking uncertain. After a moment's hesitation, she steps beside you instead, looping an arm comfortingly around your shoulders, pulling you slightly against her side. Her skin is warm. She leans in and presses a soft, quick kiss to your temple.
"Just breathe," she whispers, her lips brushing your ear. "Try to enjoy it?"
Enjoy it? Your heart is trying to beat its way out of your chest, but as Wonyoung reaches out, followed immediately by Yuna and Sullyoon, their hands hovering just inches from your shaft, a low groan rumbles in your chest.
Wonyoung's fingers, cool and clinical, land first. She wraps them around the base again, testing the weight, her thumb tracing the thick vein. Yuna goes straight for the head, her touch surprisingly bold as she wets a fingertip with her tongue and circles the sensitive tip, making you gasp. Sullyoon hesitates for only a second before tentatively cupping your heavy balls, her touch feather-light at first, then growing firmer as she seems to gain confidence.
"Holy shit," Yuna breathes out, her eyes wide as she keeps teasing the head of your cock. "It's like... holding a fucking baseball bat. But, like, a really nice, warm baseball bat."
Sullyoon giggles nervously, her fingers exploring the taut skin of your scrotum. "It doesn't even look real up close. How does this even fit on someone?"
Wonyoung ignores them, focusing her attention on the shaft, running her other hand slowly up and down its length, mapping the texture, the heat. "Forget the length," she murmurs, almost to herself. "The girth on this thing... Now this is interesting." She squeezes slightly, eliciting another strangled sound from you. "Definitely something to work with."
Karina's arm tightens around your shoulders, a silent signal of... support? Apology? Shared anticipation? You can barely think straight, trapped between her comforting presence and the overwhelming sensation of three gorgeous idols worshipping your freakishly large dick like it's the eighth wonder of the world. Your knees feel weak, the room spins gently, and all you can focus on is the heat building low in your belly, spiraling outwards from their exploring hands.
Wonyoung maintains her grip on the base, anchoring you, while her tongue makes slow, deliberate laps around the thickest part of the shaft, pressing hard. It's methodical, almost analytical, but feels incredible. Yuna, giggling, dives lower, taking one of your heavy balls fully into her mouth, sucking strongly while her other hand playfully squeezes its twin. You cry out, hips jerking, hands clenching into fists at your sides. Sullyoon, seeming to take her cue from Yuna, mimics the action on your other ball, her technique less practiced but no less enthusiastic, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.
"Mmmph," Yuna hums around your ball, her eyes sparkling up at you. "So salty. You taste good."
Sullyoon nods vigorously, her mouth still full.
Karina's arm tightens around your shoulders. You can feel the slight tremor running through her. "God," she breathes out, her gaze fixed on the scene below. "Look at them..."
Wonyoung lifts her head slightly, her lips glistening. "Alright, girls, new plan." Her tone is all business, but there's a dark spark in her eyes. "I need him really wet. Like, dripping. Slobber him up properly. I have plans for all that lube later."
Yuna pulls off your ball with a wet pop. "Ooh, bossy Wonyoung! My favorite!" She winks, then immediately latches onto the mid-shaft, sucking hard and deep, making deliberately sloppy noises. "You want drool? You got drool, princess!"
Sullyoon, blushing furiously but clearly eager to please, releases your other ball and joins Yuna on the shaft, her mouth smaller but working just as diligently, their tongues occasionally bumping. It's a hot, messy tangle of lips and saliva coating your straining cock.
Wonyoung watches them for a second, a critical glint in her eyes, before lowering her head again, her tongue darting out to flick teasingly at the sensitive underside, right where the shaft meets your balls. You groan, head tipping back against Karina's shoulder.
"Oh my god," Karina whispers, her own breathing quickening. She leans her cheek against your hair. "Are you... are you okay? Are you enjoying this?"
Is she serious? Your brain is soup, your body is humming like a live wire, and three of the most beautiful women on the planet are tag-teaming your dick like it owes them money.
"F-fuck," you manage to gasp out, legs trembling. "Y-yes? Maybe? God, Jimin, it's..." You can't finish. Another wave of pleasure crashes over you as Yuna somehow manages to take even more of you into her throat, her hand pumping the base in time with her sucking. Pre-cum beads thickly at the tip, immediately licked away by Sullyoon's inquisitive tongue.
"He likes it!" Sullyoon announces proudly through a mouthful of spit and dick.
"Course he likes it, dummy," Yuna retorts, pulling back just enough to talk. "Look at him! Leaking like a faucet already. We're doing a great job making him nice and slippery for Wonyoung's mysterious plans." She gives Wonyoung a suggestive look.
Wonyoung just smirks, her tongue still tracing lazy circles near your balls. "Focus, Yuna. More spit. Less talk."
"Yes, ma'am!" Yuna salutes mockingly, then dives back in, somehow managing to sound even wetter this time. Sullyoon follows suit, their combined efforts painting your cock in thick, glistening ropes of saliva. The wet sucking sounds fill the room, punctuated by your helpless moans and the occasional giggle from Yuna or encouragement from Karina.
"Damn," Karina murmurs again, her fingers tightening on your shoulder. "You really are... something else." She sounds genuinely impressed, and maybe a little turned on herself. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your temple, the heat in the room, or maybe just in your own body, becoming almost unbearable. This is insane. It's degrading. It's terrifying.
And fuck, you hope they don't stop anytime soon.
"More," Wonyoung demands, her own mouth leaving your balls for a moment to issue the order. "I want him practically drowning in it. Yuna, Sullyoon, don't be shy with the spit."
Yuna grins wickedly around your shaft. "You hear that, Sullyoonie? Permission to be absolutely disgusting!" She pulls back slightly, gathers saliva in her mouth (you can literally hear it) and then leans in, letting a thick, clear stream drizzle directly onto the head of your cock. It mixes with the pre-cum already leaking there, creating a pearly mess. "How's that, boss?"
"Better," Wonyoung approves, nodding slightly. She then looks pointedly at Sullyoon. "Your turn."
Sullyoon hesitates for only a split second, blushing scarlet, before copying Yuna. Her spit is maybe a little less voluminous, but she makes up for it with enthusiasm, adding another layer of wetness. You groan loudly, bucking against their mouths as the warm liquid coats you. It feels unbelievably degrading and yet insanely hot.
"Oh my god, they're actually spitting on it," Karina whispers beside you, sounding both horrified and utterly captivated. "Is that... does that feel okay?"
"F-Feels..." you gasp, trying to catch your breath. "Feels fucking weird! Good weird! Fuck!"
"Language," Wonyoung chides absently, though she doesn't sound genuinely annoyed. She seems focused on the task at hand. She uses her fingers to smear the combined spit and pre-cum all over the shaft, ensuring every inch is glistening under the soft bedroom lights. "See? Nice and slick. Almost ready."
"Ready for what?" Yuna asks playfully, her tongue now lapping up the excess spit near the base, her cheeks puffed out. "You gonna use him as a slip-n-slide?"
Wonyoung ignores her. "Tip duty. Both of you," she commands Yuna and Sullyoon.
They obey instantly. Sullyoon’s smaller tongue darts out, carefully tracing the ridge of the corona, while Yuna goes straight for the slit, flicking her tongue rapidly over the hypersensitive opening, drawing out even more pre-cum. Their tongues brush, slide over each other, working in tandem to worship the very head of your cock. It’s an agonizingly precise torture.
"Mmm, look how much pre-cum he's making," Sullyoon murmurs, her eyes wide with fascination. "It tastes good."
"Told ya," Yuna slurps, managing to get her lips around the entire glans for a moment, sucking hard before releasing it with another wet pop. "He's like a leaky faucet of man-juice. Keep licking, Sullyoon, let's make it nice and shiny."
They continue their ministrations, tongues swirling, lapping, occasionally flicking out to catch stray drips running down the shaft. Wonyoung watches critically, occasionally adding a guiding touch with her finger or a low hum of approval. Karina is practically vibrating beside you now, her hand gripping your shoulder tightly, her knuckles white. You can feel her shallow, rapid breaths against your neck.
The combined stimulation is relentless. Your toes curl, your back arches off the floor slightly, supported only by Karina's arm. A high-pitched whine escapes your throat. You feel dangerously close, the pressure building low and deep, coiling tight in your balls.
Just as you think you might actually lose it, Wonyoung gives a sharp nod. "Okay. Enough."
Yuna and Sullyoon pull back simultaneously, leaving your cock absolutely drenched, glistening obscenely, thick ropes of saliva and pre-cum dripping onto the floor. It stands there, twitching slightly, impossibly hard and looking utterly debauched.
Wonyoung leans back on her heels, surveying their handiwork with a critical eye. A small, satisfied smirk touches her lips. "Acceptable," she declares finally. Then, her gaze shifts, sharp and imperious, landing squarely on Karina, who is still holding you up, looking flushed and breathless from watching.
"Karina," Wonyoung commands, her tone leaving no room for argument. "On your knees. Now.”
Karina practically beams, relief washing over her face as she drops eagerly to her knees before you, eyes fixed on your glistening, spit-slicked cock. She clearly thinks it’s finally her turn, leaning forward slightly, lips parting in anticipation. Oh, how wrong she is.
Wonyoung watches her kneel with a predatory stillness, letting the hope bloom on Karina’s face for a torturous second before shattering it.
"What do you think you're doing?" Wonyoung asks, her tone deceptively soft.
Karina blinks, confused. "I'm... you told me to kneel?" Her gaze flickers towards your cock, then back to Wonyoung, clearly expecting the order to suck.
"Yes. Kneel for your punishment," Wonyoung corrects coolly. "For lying to me about the merchandise." She gestures towards your erection with a flick of her wrist. "You don't get to taste it yet. First, you pay the price for exaggerating."
Karina's hopeful expression evaporates, replaced by wide-eyed confusion, then dawning fear. "Punishment? Wait, what—"
Beside her, Yuna claps a hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Sullyoon tries to stifle a giggle behind her hand, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. They clearly knew this was coming.
"H-how... how are you going to punish me?" Karina stammers, looking genuinely scared now.
Wonyoung's lips curl into a cruel, slow smile. "With this," she declares, and before Karina can react, Wonyoung reaches out, her hand closing firmly around the base of your thick, dripping cock. She lifts it slightly, like she’s hefting a weapon. Then, with a swift, deliberate motion, she swings it sideways, slapping the wet, heavy shaft right across Karina’s cheek.
The sound is shockingly loud, wet and fleshy. Karina cries out, head snapping to the side from the impact, a bright red mark instantly blooming on her pale skin, smeared with your spit and pre-cum.
Yuna and Sullyoon absolutely lose it, bursting into loud laughter, clutching each other for support.
"Oh my god! She actually did it!" Yuna howls between giggles.
Wonyoung ignores them, her focus entirely on Karina’s stunned, reddening face. "Rule number one, Jimin: Don't bullshit me about dick size," she states calmly. "Since you were off by almost two inches, but we'll round down... let's make it ten hits. One for every lovely, thick inch he actually has." She adjusts her grip on your shaft, preparing for the next swing.
The sensation is… bizarre. Jarring at first, then this strange, intense vibration travels up the shaft with each impact, making your cock throb pleasurably. You stand there, rooted to the spot, watching Wonyoung use your own dick to punish Karina.
SMACK! "One," Wonyoung counts, hitting the other cheek this time. Karina whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut but holding her position.
SMACK! "Two." Another wet impact, leaving another glistening smear.
SMACK! "Three." Karina lets out a low moan this time, a sound that’s halfway between pain and something else. Her hands clench into fists on her thighs.
SMACK! "Four." Your cock feels incredibly sensitive, the repeated slapping friction oddly satisfying against the wetness. It feels… good. Way better than it should.
"Look at her face!" Sullyoon squeals, pointing. "It's all red and shiny!"
SMACK! "Five." Wonyoung delivers this one harder, snapping Karina’s head back slightly. A tear escapes the corner of Karina's eye, but the soft sigh that follows it sounds suspiciously like pleasure.
Fuck, is she actually getting off on this?
"Damn, Wonyoung, you're really going for it," Yuna comments, still chuckling. "Can we have a turn? Please? It looks fun! Like that baseball bat I mentioned!"
Wonyoung pauses after the fifth hit, considering Yuna's request while keeping a firm grip on your throbbing shaft. Karina uses the moment to take a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes still closed, face flushed and marked.
"Fine," Wonyoung concedes with a shrug. "But don't mess up the count. Five more hits."
Yuna squeals with delight and practically lunges forward, grabbing your cock just below Wonyoung's hand. Sullyoon eagerly joins in, her smaller hands closing around the shaft as well. They wield it together, a combined grip that feels incredibly tight and encompassing.
"Our turn, Jimin!" Yuna chirps happily. "Ready for the big leagues?"
Karina nods mutely, bracing herself.
SMACK! Yuna and Sullyoon swing together, their combined force making the impact even heavier. "Six!" Yuna yells gleefully.
SMACK! "Seven!" Sullyoon shouts, getting into the spirit. The wet slap echoes in the room. Karina moans louder this time, a definite note of arousal in the sound now, her hips shifting slightly on the floor.
SMACK! "Eight!" They're literally using your dick like a club, and the friction, the impact, the sheer humiliation of the scene it's pushing you closer to the edge again. Your cock feels impossibly hard, straining against their tight grips between hits.
SMACK! "Nine!" Karina's breathing is harsh now, her lips parted, another tear tracking through the smear of spit on her cheek, but her eyes, when they flutter open for a second, look hazy and aroused.
"Last one!" Yuna announces. They swing back for momentum—
SMACK! "Ten!" The final hit lands solidly, leaving Karina panting, her face a mess of red marks and glistening wetness, looking utterly wrecked and undeniably horny.
Yuna and Sullyoon release you abruptly, stepping back and admiring their handiwork, giggling like schoolgirls. Your cock springs free, still dripping, throbbing from the repeated impacts, feeling incredibly sensitive and somehow even harder than before.
Karina stays kneeling on the expensive rug, her face still flushed, marked with the fading red impressions from your own dick. Her eyes, though, they aren't filled with pain or anger anymore. They're locked onto your cock, still dripping thick ropes of spit and pre-cum onto the floor, throbbing from the abuse it just dished out.
"Wony... please," Karina asks, her eyes flickering up to the dominant girl who stands observing like a bored queen. "Can I... Can I clean him up? Please? Just let me taste it."
Wonyoung taps a long, perfectly manicured finger against her chin, pretending to mull it over. The silence stretches, Yuna and Sullyoon watch with barely concealed amusement, clearly enjoying Karina's predicament.
"Hmmmm," Wonyoung hums, drawing out the moment. "Let me think..." She pauses dramatically. "No."
The single word hits Karina like another slap. Her face falls, hope instantly extinguished, replaced by stinging disappointment. She looks down, biting her lip hard.
"Maybe later," Wonyoung adds dismissively, like tossing a scrap to a dog. "If you're a good girl. But first, I need to see if this... thing... is actually any good. Can't have substandard equipment tarnishing my reputation, can we?" She turns that cool, appraising gaze back to you, dismissing Karina entirely. "If I don't like it, Jimin," she says, deliberately using Karina's real name, "then you are royally screwed. Understand?"
Karina just nods mutely, looking utterly dejected.
"You," Wonyoung commands, pointing a sharp finger at you. "Bed. Now."
Your body feels disconnected from your brain. Part of you wants to bolt, to run screaming from this luxurious nightmare penthouse. But the aphrodisiac humming in your veins, combined with the overwhelming presence of these four women and the undeniable, terrifying arousal Wonyoung sparks in you, roots you to the spot. You hesitate, muscles locking up.
Before you can make a conscious decision, Yuna and Sullyoon are grabbing your arms again. Their initial playful exploration is gone, replaced by a firm, almost rough grip. They practically drag you across the room, your bare feet stumbling slightly on the plush carpet. They don't exactly throw you, but they guide you firmly onto the enormous bed, pushing you down until you're lying flat on your back amidst the sea of expensive pillows and crisp grey duvet. The mattress sinks slightly under your weight.
You lie there, utterly exposed, your erection jutting towards the ceiling like some obscene monument. The humiliation burns, but fuck, so does the heat pooling in your gut. The three of them (Wonyoung, Yuna, Sullyoon) climb onto the bed with predatory grace, surrounding you. Karina lingers near the foot of the bed, looking lost and unsure, still just in her pink lace bra and panties, hugging herself slightly.
Wonyoung positions herself directly between your legs, kneeling over you. She reaches down, grabbing your ankles and pulling your legs further apart, forcing you into an even more vulnerable position. Her eyes rake over your cock with that same critical appraisal, as if deciding where to start.
"Alright, let's see," she murmurs, almost to herself. Wonyoung puts her panties aside, then she reaches out, her fingers wrapping around the base, cool and clinical. Then, slowly, deliberately, she guides the thick, slick head towards her own entrance. You watch, breathless, as she tries to position herself, biting her lip slightly in concentration. Her pussy looks impossibly tight, incredibly intimidating compared to the sheer girth she's trying to take.
She lowers herself slowly, carefully. There's a sharp intake of breath, her eyes squeezing shut for a second as the head breaches her entrance. A low hiss escapes her lips.
"Fuck," Wonyoung grits out. "Okay. Wow. The thickness is really something else."
She stops, only the head and maybe an inch or two inside her. She breathes deeply, trying to relax, her hands braced on your chest. You can feel the muscles inside her clenching tightly around you, resisting the invasion.
"Just... give me a second," she mutters, more to herself than to you. She takes another slow breath and pushes down again, harder this time. A strangled gasp tears from her throat, her back arching slightly. She manages another inch, maybe two. The friction is intense, almost unbearable for both of you. You can feel every ridge, every vein of your cock scraping against her impossibly tight walls.
"See?" she pants, forcing a strained smile as she looks up at you. "Told you... I could handle it."
She starts to move then, tentative at first. Tiny, almost imperceptible shifts of her hips, trying to ease herself further down onto your length. Each small movement sends jolts of raw pleasure through you, but it's mixed with the undeniable sight of her pain. Her face is screwed up in concentration, sweat beading on her forehead.
"God, it... it kinda hurts," she admits through clenched teeth, pausing her movements. "But..." A different kind of noise escapes her then, a low moan that's equal parts pain and dawning pleasure. "...But it also feels... fuck, it feels kinda good, too. Stretching me out like this."
She starts moving again, a little bolder now, lifting herself slightly before sinking back down, taking a fraction more of you each time. The initial pain seems to be giving way, replaced by the friction, the sheer fullness. You can see the shift in her expression, the tight lines of discomfort slowly melting into something hotter, needier. She's managed to take maybe five, six inches now; just over half your length, but already filling her completely.
"Okay," Wonyoung breathes out, her rhythm becoming more confident, a slow, steady grind. "Okay, I see the appeal." Her eyes flick towards Yuna and Sullyoon, who are watching the scene with rapt attention. "This girth... it hits different."
Then, her gaze drops back to you, and the cruelty returns, sharp and sudden. "Look at you," she sneers as she continues her slow, torturous ride. "Just lying there. Taking it. Like a good little freak."
"Letting me just... use you," she continues, picking up the pace slightly, her moans starting to mingle with her insults. "Because that's all you're good for, isn't it? With a dick like that on a body like yours? You're just a fucking toy. A novelty. Something to be passed around and used up when we're bored." She leans down, her face close to yours, her eyes cold. "You have no dignity, do you? Just a pathetic little fucktoy waiting for orders."
You flinch, turning your head away, shame warring with the undeniable arousal her words, her movements, are stirring in you. A low sound escapes your throat, a mix between a whimper and a groan.
Wonyoung laughs, a harsh, satisfied sound. "Oh, you like that? Being put in your place?"
Beside the bed, Yuna and Sullyoon are practically vibrating with excitement. The sight of Wonyoung dominating you, humiliating you, is clearly turning them on immensely. Yuna reaches out, her fingers fumbling with the clasp of Sullyoon's white lace bra. Sullyoon gasps softly but doesn't stop her, instead leaning in to press a kiss to Yuna's shoulder as the bra falls away, revealing her surprisingly full, pale breasts, nipples already hard. Yuna moans, her hands immediately cupping Sullyoon's chest, thumbs circling the stiff peaks. Sullyoon arches her back, pushing into Yuna's touch, her eyes fluttering shut as Yuna leans down to suckle one nipple greedily. They start touching each other, slow, sensual caresses, lost in their own world but clearly fueled by the scene playing out on the bed.
You can't help it, your hands start to move, wanting to grip Wonyoung's hips, wanting some semblance of control, some way to push back against the humiliation, to match the intensity of her ride. But the second your fingers brush her skin, her hand flashes out, slapping you hard across the face.
It hurts. A lot.
The force of it snaps your head to the side, your cheek stinging instantly. Stars explode behind your eyes.
"Don't touch me unless I tell you to!" Wonyoung orders sharply. "Just lie there and do what you're told, toy. Be useful."
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, from the slap, the humiliation, the sheer overwhelming nature of it all. You nod mutely, letting your hands fall limply to your sides. You obey. Because what else can you do?
Karina, who has been watching all this unfold from the foot of the bed, her face a mixture of arousal, pity, and fear, finally speaks up. Her voice is small, hesitant. "Wony... maybe... maybe take it easy on him? He's..."
Wonyoung cuts her off with a venomous glare, pausing her rhythmic grinding on your cock just long enough to snap, "Shut the fuck up, Jimin." Her voice is ice. "Did I say you could talk? No. You're lucky you're even in this room after lying to me." She gestures dismissively towards Karina's chest. "Now take off that fucking bra, whore. I want those big pale tits of yours out. Now."
Karina flinches as if struck, but the order, the sudden harsh attention, also seems to ignite something in her. A flicker of desperation, a need to please, to get back in Wonyoung's good graces (or maybe just to feel something other than sidelined). Without another word, her hands move to her back, fumbling slightly with the clasp. The pink lace falls away, revealing her own full, pale breasts, nipples tight and dark against her skin. She keeps her eyes down, looking utterly miserable yet strangely defiant.
Wonyoung gives a grunt of approval, then immediately resumes riding you, harder now, her moans mixing with yours. Your own moan escapes, louder this time, raw with the conflicting mess of pain, humiliation, and overwhelming pleasure. You can't help it; despite everything, despite the slap still stinging your cheek, the sight of Wonyoung grinding down on you, her perfect body moving above yours, is undeniably beautiful.
"Damn, you’re so fucking hot," you groan out, the words ripped from you involuntarily.
Wonyoung pauses for a beat, tilting her head slightly as if she just registered your words through the haze of her own pleasure. A slow, incredibly smug smile spreads across her face.
"I know," she says simply.
Across the room, Yuna lifts her head from Sullyoon's breast, her lips wet. Sullyoon moans softly as Yuna's hand slides between her legs. Yuna's eyes flick between you and Wonyoung, a knowing smirk blooming on her face.
"Oh?" Yuna says, her voice sly. "Looks like our little toy likes being used after all. Likes being treated rough."
Sullyoon giggles breathlessly, nodding in agreement, her eyes also fixed on your reaction. "He really does…”
Wonyoung is definitely having fun now. The initial tightness and discomfort have melted away, replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure radiating from her face. Her movements are stronger, more demanding, her hips rocking against yours with a practiced rhythm that steals your breath. She throws her head back, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, a genuine, guttural moan ripping from her throat as she grinds down hard, milking another wave of intense friction from your thick shaft.
"Oh, fuck," Wonyoung gasps out, her eyes half-lidded, glazed with pleasure. "Okay, okay... this is... goddamn... the thickness is insane. It feels... holy shit." She grips your hips tighter, digging her perfectly manicured nails into your skin, leveraging herself for deeper strokes. "Forget the length, this girth..." she groans again, riding you with renewed vigor. "It fills me up completely. Hits everything."
Karina, still standing nearby with her bra discarded, sees her opening. Her eyes light up with a desperate need for validation, latching onto Wonyoung's praise like a lifeline.
"See?" Karina blurts out, stepping closer to the bed, her voice hopeful. "See, Wony? I told you! I told you it was amazing! I knew you'd like it!"
Wonyoung's eyes snap open. She glares daggers at Karina, her rhythm faltering slightly.
"Shut up, Jimin," Wonyoung snaps. "Don't interrupt me when I'm busy. And don't think a lucky guess about the thickness makes up for you lying about the size. You said twelve inches. You lied."
Karina shrinks back, wilting under the glare. "I didn't lie!" she protests weakly, twisting her hands together. "I just... I remembered it wrong! It was years ago! I made a mistake!"
"A convenient mistake," Wonyoung scoffs, but her attention is already shifting. A wicked glint enters her eyes as she looks Karina up and down, lingering on her bare chest. "Fine. You want to be useful? Bring those big tits over here. Right now."
Karina hesitates for only a fraction of a second, glancing nervously at you, then back at Wonyoung. The desperation to please, to be included, wins out. She quickly climbs onto the bed, kneeling beside Wonyoung, carefully avoiding touching you. She leans forward tentatively, offering her chest.
Wonyoung doesn't waste a second. She leans over, still impaling you, and captures one of Karina's large, pale nipples between her teeth, sucking hard. Karina cries out, a sharp gasp that's equal parts surprise and pleasure, her back arching instinctively. Wonyoung uses her free hand to mercilessly squeeze Karina's other breast, kneading the soft flesh, pinching the already hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
"Mmmph," Wonyoung hums around Karina's nipple, her eyes fluttering shut again as she focuses on the dual sensations: your thick cock stretching her tight cunt, Karina's soft breast filling her mouth. "Okay... gotta admit, Jimin... these are pretty fucking amazing too." She releases the nipple with a wet pop, leaving it glistening and dark red, before latching onto the other one. "So full... so soft..." she murmurs, squeezing the first breast possessively.
Karina is panting now, her face flushed, eyes hazy. She looks utterly wrecked, caught between the intense stimulation and the relief of finally having Wonyoung's attention, even like this.
Yuna, who has paused her ministrations on Sullyoon to watch, lets out a theatrical sigh. Sullyoon is leaning against her, completely bare now, her small breasts flushed, nipples pebbled hard as she watches Wonyoung and Karina with wide, fascinated eyes.
"Ugh, not fair," Yuna whines playfully, cupping her own smaller chest for comparison. "I wish mine were big and squishy like Karina's. Lucky bitch."
Sullyoon nods in agreement, her gaze still fixed on Karina's chest being manhandled by Wonyoung.
Now, the sight is fucking unreal: Wonyoung riding you, her tight pussy gripping your thick cock with every downward thrust, while simultaneously devouring Karina's breast like it's the finest dessert. The combined visual is overwhelmingly hot, your breath hitches, catches, turns into ragged pants that fill the otherwise quiet room (save for Wonyoung's increasingly loud moans and Karina's breathy gasps). You can't help the sounds escaping you, raw groans torn from your throat with every powerful stroke Wonyoung delivers.
"Ah... Fuck... W-Wonyoung... Oh god..."
Wonyoung seems to reach a new peak, her movements becoming frantic, her grip on Karina's breast tightening almost painfully. Karina cries out again, but Wonyoung doesn't seem to notice, lost in her own pleasure. Then, abruptly, the intensity breaks. Wonyoung slows her pace, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on her skin. The sudden change makes your own ragged breathing sound even louder in the relative quiet.
Wonyoung glares down at you, annoyance flashing across her sweat-slicked face. "Ugh, can you stop making so much noise?" she complains, sounding like the spoiled princess she is. "It's distracting. Seriously, shut up." She glances over at the other two girls, who are now just watching, hands idle. "One of you, deal with this. Shut him up. Sit on his face or something. I don't care, just make him quiet."
Yuna and Sullyoon exchange excited glances. Sullyoon looks slightly hesitant, but Yuna grins wickedly.
"Hey! No fair! I wanna do it too!" Sullyoon protests, pouting slightly.
Yuna rolls her eyes. "Okay, fine, drama queen. Rock paper scissors for it? Winner gets to smother him."
Sullyoon nods eagerly. They both hold out their fists.
"Rock! Paper! Scissors! SHOOT!"
Yuna throws paper. Sullyoon throws rock.
"Ha! Yes!" Yuna cheers triumphantly, pumping her fist. "Paper covers rock! Face is mine!"
Sullyoon groans dramatically but doesn't argue further, instead settling back to watch with keen interest. Yuna crawls purposefully towards your head, her movements fluid and confident. She's completely naked now, her lithe body gleaming slightly under the soft lights, her earlier play with Sullyoon having clearly left her thoroughly aroused. She positions herself directly over your face, straddling your neck, her bare pussy hovering just inches above your mouth. You can smell her arousal; musky, salty, intoxicating. She's definitely wet.
Yuna leans down slightly, her dark hair falling around her face, brushing against your cheeks.
"Alright, noise machine," Yuna purrs, lowering herself just enough that her wet folds brush against your lips. "Princess Wonyoung wants you quiet. So you're gonna focus on me now." She shifts her hips, grinding her clit lightly against your mouth. "Open up and eat. And don't stop until I tell you to."
She settles her weight down fully then, pressing her wetness firmly against your mouth and nose. The sensation is overwhelming; the soft pressure, the intimate scent, the taste of her arousal instantly flooding your senses. Wonyoung is still moving on your cock below, a steady, demanding rhythm, her moans starting up again, quieter now. Karina is still kneeling beside her, breasts bare, watching Yuna with wide eyes. Sullyoon is watching everything, touching herself lightly. And Yuna... Yuna is grinding onto your face, demanding your tongue, muffling any sound you might make besides muffled gasps into her flesh.
"That's it," Yuna murmurs. "Lick me, freak. Use that tongue. Make me feel good while Wonyoung breaks you." She moans as your tongue finally finds her clit, flicking against the sensitive nub. "Oh fuck... yeah, right there... Don't stop!”
Across the bed, Sullyoon is completely naked now, lying on her side, propped up on one elbow. Her eyes are wide, dark, fixed on the tangled mess of limbs. Her free hand is working furiously between her own long legs, fingers slick and glistening as she rubs herself, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
"Oh my god," Sullyoon gasps out, watching Wonyoung slam down onto your cock. "Look how deep she's taking him... Fuck, Karina, she's murdering your tits too..." Her fingers move faster, her knuckles white. "Girls, this is... this is so hot..."
Wonyoung lets out another high, keening moan, throwing her head back again. Her grip on Karina's breast tightens, eliciting a sharp cry from her. Wonyoung doesn't seem to notice, her focus entirely internal now, chasing her own climax.
"Nnngh... Fuck... Almost... almost there..." Wonyoung pants, her words broken. Her hips slam down onto you with punishing force, again and again, driving you deeper into the mattress. The sheer thickness of your cock seems to be exactly what she needs, stretching her, filling her, pushing her closer to the edge. "Fuck... yes..." Wonyoung pants. "God, this girth... it's perfect. Hits me just... ah... right."
Meanwhile, Yuna is making your life a living hell in the best/worst possible way. Her slick cunt grinds relentlessly against your mouth, demanding attention. Your tongue is working frantically, trying to keep up, licking and sucking at her clit as she rides your face like she was born for it. The musky taste of her fills your senses, making your head spin even more than the aphrodisiac already is. Her hands grip the sides of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, holding you firmly in place.
"Lick faster, toy," Yuna commands. "Don't you dare slack off. Make me feel good."
You try to comply, your tongue moving in frantic circles, lapping at the wetness she’s providing. Suddenly, she shifts her weight awkwardly, wobbling slightly. Your hands instinctively shoot up, grabbing her hips to steady her before she can completely fall off balance.
"Nnngh-!" Yuna gasps, surprised by your quick reaction, but she settles back down immediately, grinding even harder against your mouth now that she has your hands supporting her. "Yes! Hold me right there, fucker! That's it! Hold me steady while I ride your face off! Fuck, use that tongue, bitch!"
Watching this chaotic scene, Sullyoon is practically vibrating on the spot. Her hand is a blur between her legs, fingers working her clit with frantic speed. Her face is flushed crimson, eyes wide and glazed, fixed on the tangle of bodies. A thin sheen of sweat covers her skin, and it is possible to see the creamy wetness starting to seep from between her own folds, slicking her fingers.
"Oh my god... oh fuck..." Sullyoon moans. "Wony... Yuna... you guys are so... fuck..."
Even Karina can't resist. Her free hand, the one not being crushed by Wonyoung, creeps down hesitantly at first, fingers brushing against her own damp panties. Seeing Yuna and Sullyoon so lost in pleasure, feeling Wonyoung's mouth still working her nipple, watching you get absolutely used... it's too much. Her fingers slip underneath the lace, finding her own clit, and she starts rubbing herself with small, desperate movements, her breath hitching.
Wonyoung throws her head back again, a loud, piercing moan tearing from her throat as she slams down onto your cock particularly hard, her tight walls milking you intensely.
"Fuck! Yes! Right there! Oh god, I'm... I'm getting close!" she screams. "Fuck, this dick is... magic!"
Yuna hears her and lets out an ecstatic shriek muffled against your lips. "Yes! Wony, yes! Me too! Let's cum together! Fuck!" She picks up her pace, grinding her clit against your tongue so hard it's almost painful, her whole body trembling.
"No! Wait!" Sullyoon cries out from the side, her fingers flying even faster. Her knuckles are white, her breathing ragged. "Wait for me! I'm almost there too! Fuck, please wait!"
Wonyoung laughs, a wild, breathless sound. "Hurry up then, Sullyoonie! Can't hold back much longer!" She leans further onto Karina, her weight pressing down as she continues her relentless ride, her pussy squeezing your cock with punishing intensity. She continues to squeeze Karina’s breast like it’s putty in her hand, twisting the nipple until Karina gasps sharply. "Feel that, Jimin?" Wonyoung taunts breathlessly between moans. "Feel how good he is? Feel what you missed out on because you were too scared?"
Karina just whimpers, her own fingers moving faster between her legs now, chasing her own release despite the humiliation.
"Almost... almost..." Wonyoung pants.
"Fuck... me too... gonna... cum!" Yuna gasps against your mouth.
Then, something shifts. Wonyoung reaches out, her hand finding Yuna's. Their fingers lace together tightly, a strange moment of connection amidst the chaos. They look at each other, eyes locked, faces flushed and identical masks of impending ecstasy.
"Now?" Yuna mouths silently.
Wonyoung nods curtly, then her eyes flick down to you, still filled with that cruel amusement even as she's about to lose control. "Look at you," she spits out between pants. "Just a fucking pole for us to ride. A mouth for us to use. Pathetic little freak, letting us do whatever we want to you." Her hips slam down one last time. "Good boy!"
"WAIT!" Sullyoon screams.
But it's too late.
Wonyoung throws her head back, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. Her inner walls clamp down on your cock hard, pulsing violently, milking you intensely. Simultaneously, Yuna lets out a high-pitched wail against your mouth, her hips spasming uncontrollably as she comes hard, her juices flooding your tongue, your throat, spilling down your chin. Sullyoon shrieks in frustration and pleasure as she finally tips over the edge milliseconds later, her body convulsing, fingers still buried inside herself.
Only Karina is silent, her hand stilled between her legs, watching the other three completely fall apart with wide, almost fearful eyes.
It takes a long moment for the intensity to subside. Wonyoung slowly, shakily, lifts herself off your still-throbbing cock. Her legs are trembling, her breath coming in harsh gasps. She looks utterly wrecked, but supremely satisfied. Yuna collapses forward onto your chest, panting, leaving your face completely soaked in her slick, sticky arousal, her scent clinging to you. Sullyoon curls into a ball on the bed, whimpering softly, spent.
Wonyoung recovers first, of course. She pushes her sweat-soaked hair back from her face and glares down at you, her usual imperious expression returning, though her flushed cheeks and slightly trembling hands betray the intensity of her orgasm.
"Well," she says, voice still a little shaky but regaining its commanding tone. She kicks your thigh lightly, not hard, just a dismissive nudge. "You were... adequate. As a piece of equipment." She looks you up and down. "You should thank us, you know. For even bothering to use you. Giving a little freak like you this kind of attention."
Your head is spinning. Your face is covered in Yuna’s juices. Your cock aches. Humiliation and arousal are waging a war inside you. But faced with Wonyoung’s unwavering command, the ingrained response kicks in.
"T-thank you," you stammer out. "Thank you... for using me."
Wonyoung gives a curt nod of satisfaction. Sullyoon, seemingly recovered, stirs beside you. She sits up slowly, her eyes landing on your face, still glistening wet. A slow, slightly dazed smile spreads across her lips.
"Hey, you're all messy," Sullyoon says softly. She crawls closer, leaning down towards your face. "Don't worry. I'll clean you up."
Before you can react, her tongue flicks out, tentatively licking at the sticky wetness on your cheek; Yuna's juices. She hums softly, seeming to enjoy the taste.
Yuna sees what Sullyoon is doing, and bursts into delighted giggles. "Yah! Sullyoon-ah!" she exclaims, reaching over and giving Sullyoon's bare ass a sharp, playful slap. "You little slut! Cleaning up after me already? So eager."
Sullyoon jumps at the slap, blushing furiously but giggling too as she continues to lick your face clean, her tongue surprisingly thorough.
Wonyoung’s chest rises and falls slow but heavy as she catches her breath, cheeks still flushed. She waves a hand lazily and snaps:
“Yuna. Water.”
Yuna’s already halfway up like she was waiting for the command, a little dazed but obedient, disappearing toward the suite’s kitchenette. You’re still on your back, cock slick and half-hard, twitching like it knows more’s coming.
Behind you, Karina’s voice pipes up, almost sheepish.
“Is it my turn now?”
Wonyoung tilts her head, pouting, turning with faux sweetness dripping from every syllable.
“Aww… Is our little Karina super horny right now?” She steps toward her slowly, arms crossed under her chest, tilting her head.
Karina nods, almost embarrassed. “Yeah.”
“You must be fucking insane,” Wonyoung purrs, biting her bottom lip, “to wanna feel that thing inside your pretty little pussy.” Her hand gestures lazily at your cock, still shiny with Wonyoung's Juices. “That thing you ran away from, remember? Screaming, even.”
Karina swallows hard and nods again. “I know… I was dumb…”
Wonyoung chuckles, low and wicked. “C’mere.”
Karina obeys instantly, stepping forward like she’s being summoned by a queen (which, yeah, she is). Wonyoung grabs her by the waist and pulls her in, lips crashing into hers. There’s hunger in it. Desperation. Karina clings to her, arms wrapping around her back as their tongues tangle and slide together.
Wonyoung’s hands move with zero shame, cupping Karina’s tits, squeezing hard, like she can’t help herself. The moan Karina lets out is real, shaky, needy.
“Mmm,” Wonyoung hums against her mouth. “Your mouth’s a lot more useful when it’s busy kissing than when it’s lying to me.”
Karina pulls back, blinking. “It wasn’t a—”
But Wonyoung shuts her up with a single finger pressed to her lips, eyes narrow.
“Shhh.”
Then kisses her again, harder this time. Rough. Like she’s marking her.
Yuna comes back into the room holding the glass of water like a dutiful maid, handing it over. Wonyoung grabs it, downs it in a few gulps, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Okay. I’m good now.”
She turns back to Karina, tossing the empty glass somewhere on the carpet without looking. Her smile sharpens.
“Take off your panties.”
Karina's hands are already on the hem of her panties before Wonyoung even finishes the sentence. She kicks them off, a little clumsy, cheeks red but thighs pressed together, as if she’s trying to hide how wet she already is.
Wonyoung doesn’t even look at her for long. She turns her gaze to you and Sullyoon, still tangled together.
“Well, looks like you two are having fun.”
Sullyoon giggles, brushing hair behind her ear, resting her hand on your chest.
“He’s cute.”
Wonyoung’s face shifts immediately, stern.
“Don’t fucking treat it like a person,” she says, voice cold. “It’s a toy. Just a fucktoy. You don’t call your vibrator cute, do you?”
Sullyoon straightens up a little, nodding quickly.
“No. Right.”
Wonyoung smirks and walks over to the edge of the bed.
“Since you two already warmed it up, now it’s your turn to ride it, babe.”
Sullyoon doesn’t hesitate. She stretches out on her back right beside you, her eyes locked on yours. You look down at her and, fuck, she’s a masterpiece.
Long, flawless legs, skin pale and creamy, like she’s carved from glass and silk. Her legs are spread for you already, thick thighs leading up to plush hips that move slightly like she’s getting comfortable, preparing herself. There’s a little sheen between them, already wet, already throbbing.
Her torso is slim, but her curves are unreal, that perfect hourglass drawn to scale, with soft perky tits rising and falling with her breath, nipples stiff from arousal. Her eyes look up at you like she knows exactly what you are: just something to make her cum; and it makes your cock pulse hard all over again.
You’re climbing over her, lining up, and—
“Wait!” Karina whines from the side, still bottomless, fists clenched at her sides. “I thought it was my turn…”
Wonyoung doesn’t even look at her at first. Then she steps up, grabs Karina by the cheeks and squishes her face like a child being scolded.
“Aww, poor baby,” she mocks. “Thinking she gets what she wants.”
Karina huffs, pouting against Wonyoung’s grip. “I—”
“You don’t get to talk right now,” Wonyoung cuts in sharply, still holding her by the face. Then her expression softens slightly, eyes flicking toward Yuna, who’s just watching silently, smiling.
“Go open the drawer.”
Yuna nods and turns immediately, heading toward the bedside cabinet with a knowing look.
Wonyoung lets go of Karina’s face and turns back to the bed.
“Go on. Fuck her.”
Your hands plant on the bed on either side of Sullyoon’s head. She’s already got her knees up, heels digging into the mattress, guiding your hips toward her with her legs. You feel her hand grip your cock and guide it down between her legs, slick heat greeting the tip. She rubs you along her folds once, then twice, then lines you up. You push.
She lets out a low moan, head tilting back.
“God, you’re fucking big…”
You keep pressing in. Her pussy stretches around you, velvet heat swallowing you inch by inch, and she takes it all without even flinching, like she’s built for this. Her back arches slightly, tits rising toward your chest, and her mouth opens, breath catching.
“Fuck yes…”
From the corner of your eye, Wonyoung is still standing over Karina, whispering something into her ear while her fingers toy with one of her nipples. But you don’t get to look for long because Sullyoon pulls you down by the neck, her thighs trembling a little around your waist, and whispers against your lips:
“Go easy, okay?”
You nod, leaning down, brushing your lips over her cheek. “I promise.”
That makes her smile, and she reaches for your hands, guiding them down to her hips. You shift your weight, angle your hips, the head of your cock dragging along her wet folds. She’s soaked, pussy creamy from being teased and fingered, and when you start to push in slow—god—she tightens around you immediately.
“Oh my god… you’re thick… this cock is a fucking weapon.”
Her fingers dig into your arms, breathing fast now. “It’s the biggest I’ve ever… fuuuck, go slow, please, go slow…”
You don’t even need the reminder. She’s gripping you like a fist, squeezing you inch by inch as you sink deeper, her walls fluttering like she’s already close from just the stretch alone. You pause halfway in, hips twitching with restraint, watching her face melt into something caught between pain and pure fucking pleasure.
“I got you,” you murmur, stroking her side, kissing her collarbone. "If you want me to stop, just say so.”
Meanwhile, behind you, Yuna walks back in, holding a thick black anal plug in one hand and a shiny silver tube of lube in the other. Her smile is too wide, too excited. Karina sees her and visibly tenses, backing half a step toward the couch.
“Wait… what’s that for?” Karina’s voice is shaky, eyes locked on the plug like it’s going to jump at her.
Wonyoung grins like a devil in a model's body. “If you wanna feel cock today, you’re gonna need to offer up that cute little ass.”
Karina stammers, blinking. “I’ve… I’ve never done that…”
“I know,” Wonyoung says calmly, stepping forward. “Now get on all fours.”
Karina’s mouth opens like she’s about to argue, but she hesitates too long.
“Right now,” Wonyoung snaps. “Or get the fuck out.”
Silence. Then Karina slowly turns, face red, and lowers herself to her knees. She looks humiliated, turned on, afraid (everything Wonyoung seems to love). Her thick thighs ripple as she gets into position, ass high, cheeks clenched, legs trembling slightly.
Yuna kneels behind her and pats her ass once, affectionate. “You’re gonna love it,” she says softly. “It’s like… my favorite.”
Wonyoung flicks her wrist. “Prep her.”
Yuna grins. “Can I lick it first?”
Wonyoung rolls her eyes. “Yes. Obviously.”
Yuna wastes zero time. She spreads Karina’s cheeks, leans in, and starts to lick, slow broad strokes at first, then narrowing in, teasing her little hole with the tip of her tongue. Karina whimpers, cheeks burning red as she hides her face in her arms.
Meanwhile, Wonyoung strolls back to you and Sullyoon, casually watching as you slowly roll your hips forward again, burying a little more of yourself inside her. Sullyoon’s thighs shake, her hands fisting in the sheets now, every breath a moan.
Wonyoung stands beside the bed, arms crossed, smirking.
Before you can react, she slaps your ass, sharp and loud, fingers leaving a sting that burns hot through your skin.
“Faster,” she commands.
You grunt, your body reacting without hesitation. You grip Sullyoon tighter and start thrusting harder, deeper, the slow roll of your hips turning into something more brutal, more rhythmic. She cries out, legs locking tighter around you.
“Aaah—fuck-fuck, I can't, it's too big!”
Wonyoung laughs like she’s at a party, delighted, stepping back to watch your hips hammer into Sullyoon, her body bouncing under you, moans pouring out of her with every thrust. She grabs one of Sullyoon’s tits, squeezing it roughly, pinching the nipple until Sullyoon arches off the bed.
“Much better,” Wonyoung says, grinning. “Now that’s how you use a toy.”
Behind you, Karina’s moaning too. Muffled and high-pitched. Yuna’s fingers are buried between her cheeks, tongue still teasing. The plug rests beside them on the bed, gleaming, waiting for its turn. Karina’s legs are trembling harder now, her ass slick, her breathing short and fast. But Wonyoung’s eyes are on you. On your cock driving into Sullyoon like you’re trying to fuck the shape of her pussy into your hips, her moans turning ragged and desperate, tears starting to gather in the corners of her eyes as the pleasure crashes through her.
Karina’s face is buried in her forearms, but her back is arched high, thighs pressed together as tightly as they can be with Yuna nestled between them. She keeps letting out these soft, confused little gasps, tiny moans like she doesn’t know what her body is doing or why it’s starting to like it. Her ass cheeks twitch every time Yuna’s tongue flattens out and drags upward, slow and wet, lingering at her tight rim before she flicks the tip of her tongue over it again. Yuna hums like she’s savoring something sweet, both hands spreading Karina’s cheeks apart like she’s exposing a gift, holding her wide while she works her mouth.
“Mmh, you taste so good…” Yuna breathes, kissing the spot softly before swirling her tongue around again. “God, your little asshole’s clenching like it’s trying to kiss me.”
Karina’s breath hitches. “It—it feels weird…”
Yuna giggles into her skin. “Weird’s just code for new. Sensitive, huh?”
Karina nods fast, her voice muffled. “Yeah—yes, I—it’s really sensitive, I d-don’t know if I—”
“Shhh,” Yuna whispers against her. “Let it happen. You’ll like it. I promise.”
She presses her tongue flat again, dragging it in a circle this time, slow and teasing. Karina jolts, her hips shaking, one of her hands clutching at the sheets.
“I-it tickles—oh my god…”
From the bed, your eyes flicker toward them, and the image hits like a shot of lust straight to your chest: Yuna's pretty face buried between Karina’s shaking thighs, her mouth wet, eyes half-lidded with focus while she laps at her like she’s starving. Karina’s whole body shudders again, her back arching deeper. Her hole’s glistening now, twitching and helpless while Yuna traces it with delicate, skilled strokes.
And still, you’re balls-deep in Sullyoon.
She’s so tight you swear you’re being milked. Every thrust in makes her body tremble under yours, her fingers tangled in the sheets, jaw slack from the pleasure stretching her open. You go back to fucking her slowly, just like she asked, deep, controlled strokes, feeling her clench every time you bottom out, It's the only way for you not to cum because her pussy is impossible good, but the moans that keep spilling from her lips are fucking addictive, and you have to resist the urge to sink your entire cock into her pussy. Her moana are soft at first, then louder, sharper, her voice cracking as she starts pushing her hips up to meet yours, wanting more. Your hands tighten on her waist, and you pull back before thrusting in again, the sound of it wet and obscene, skin on skin. Her eyes are rolling back, and you’re getting lost in it. The heat, the pressure, the way her pussy grips you like it’s desperate to keep you inside.
From beside the bed, Wonyoung watches everything.
She’s seated now, legs crossed elegantly, but her eyes are burning with attention. Her lips curl into a smirk when she sees how hard you’re holding back, how tight your jaw is as you fight the urge to rail Sullyoon into the mattress.
“You’re being too gentle again,” she says, voice calm, but there’s that edge again, that dominance that makes your cock twitch even deeper inside Sullyoon.
You look at her, sweat starting to bead at your forehead. “She asked me to—”
“I didn’t ask what she said,” Wonyoung cuts you off. She leans forward, her gaze sharp. “Put your hand on her throat.”
Your heart skips. Sullyoon hears it too, she shivers under you, her pussy tightening, her voice going breathless.
“D-Do it,” she whispers.
You reach out, slow, sliding your hand up from her chest to her neck. She tilts her head back, offering herself up, your fingers curl around her throat, gentle but firm, and the way her whole body reacts, hips lifting to press you deeper, a high moan escaping her lips, is fucking unreal. Wonyoung smiles like a queen watching a jester perform on command.
“Better.”
You start moving again, your thrusts picking up pace, dragging your cock deep into Sullyoon while your hand tightens slightly around her throat. She whines, her fingers scrabbling at your arms, her eyes fluttering half-shut as her breathing turns into high, broken gasps. Her back arches, tits brushing against your chest, nipples stiff and flushed from the friction.
“I—ah—fuck, I can feel it in my stomach…”
“You love it,” Wonyoung says, watching her with hungry eyes. “Say it.”
“I l-love it—fuck, I love it—it’s s-so fucking thick, it’s splitting me—”
You groan, head dipping to kiss her neck, tongue tracing her pulse, your hips slamming into hers with more weight now, every thrust deep enough to make the bed creak.
Behind you, Yuna’s still at it. She’s licking deeper now, more focused, her thumbs spreading Karina’s cheeks wider so her tongue can press closer, firmer. Karina’s hips keep jerking away on instinct, but Yuna doesn’t let her go anywhere.
“Stop running,” Yuna murmurs. “Just let me make you feel good…”
Karina whimpers. “Y-Yuna—fuck—it’s—it’s so much, I—I don’t know if—”
“Just wait till I lube you up, baby,” Yuna says sweetly, biting down gently on the soft flesh of her ass. “Then we’ll really see how much you can take.”
She picks up the bottle finally, uncapping it with a pop, and squeezes some of the cold gel onto her fingers. But she doesn’t rush it. She dips one finger between Karina’s cheeks, rubbing slow, spreading the lube around the tight entrance while Karina trembles and gasps with every little push and tease.
Wonyoung turns to glance over her shoulder, watching Karina squirm.
“She better be ready soon,” she says lazily. “Or I’m plugging her dry.”
Karina moans out loud at that, almost in panic. “N-no, wait, I—I’ll try, I’m trying—”
“Then fucking stay still, slut!” Wonyoung snaps.
Yuna grins and adds a second finger, the lube making slick noises as she circles the rim, pushing gently but insistently.
“She’s gonna be ready,” Yuna promises. “This hole’s too cute to go to waste.”
Wonyoung turns back to you, eyes raking down your body, then landing on where your cock disappears into Sullyoon again and again.
“Keep that pace. Don’t let her cum yet. She doesn’t get to finish until I say so.”
You nod, not trusting your voice, focused on Sullyoon’s flushed face, the way she looks up at you like she’s drowning in every inch you give her. She bites her lip hard, her thighs twitching around your waist.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes. “Please don’t fucking stop…”
Yuna’s fingers glisten with lube as she finally stops teasing and starts pushing one inside Karina. Karina jolts forward with a gasp, her ass still high, thighs shaking. She wasn’t ready for how it’d feel (wet and slick, yes, but so deliberate). Yuna’s finger presses slow but firm, the lube squelching audibly as it disappears past the tight rim. Karina clenches around it, hips trying to buck away, but Yuna just holds her there, one hand gripping her waist.
Yuna smiles against her back. “Of course it is, babe. That hole’s got potential.”
Karina groans through her teeth, forehead pressed to her forearms again. “It’s so fucking weird, I—ah—shit, it’s burning a little—”
“That’s just the stretch. You’ll love it once it’s open,” Yuna coos, sliding her finger deeper until she’s knuckle-deep. “Tight as hell, though… God. Your ass is starving.”
Karina lets out a choked noise, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and her legs twitch like she’s trying to stay still, even as her body reacts instinctively to the invasion.
“Stop clenching so much,” Yuna murmurs, moving her finger in shallow thrusts. “Let me in, Karina.”
Wonyoung, lounging beside the bed with her legs crossed and a slight sheen of sweat on her collarbones, doesn’t even look back at them.
“She’ll stop fighting it once the second finger goes in,” she mutters, eyes locked on you.
She points at Sullyoon’s trembling body beneath you, voice smooth but sharp:
“Bury it. All the way in. Now.”
You lock eyes with Sullyoon, her face flushed, eyes glassy, breath trembling, and she nods once, barely able to speak.
“Do it,” she whispers.
You shift your weight, grab her hips tighter, and push forward until your pelvis slams flush against her ass. Every thick, veiny inch of you is buried inside, and Sullyoon’s mouth drops open in a silent scream. Her eyes roll back immediately.
“OH MY FUHH—FUCK!!” she moans, her nails digging into your arms hard enough to draw blood. “It’s… all of it—fuck, I can feel it in my stomach, oh my god!”
Wonyoung lets out a quiet little laugh.
“She’s better like this,” she says, tilting her head. “More obedient. Tighter too, probably. Grip her neck again—tighter this time. Make my cute little slut cum.
You don’t hesitate. Your hand slides right back up, closing around Sullyoon’s throat, fingers pressing firmer now. Not choking her, but enough that she gasps and looks up at you with that fucked-out, submissive stare that sends blood rushing to your cock again.
Her voice comes out hoarse. “Harder, babe… please…”
You hold her there and start fucking her deep, slow, brutal strokes that make her tits bounce and her pussy gush around you. Every thrust hits her cervix like a drumbeat, and the little choking moans spilling out of her just egg you on. And behind you, Karina’s breathing has gone rapid and high-pitched. Yuna has two fingers in her now, both slick with lube, working them in and out in slow, deliberate pumps that have Karina rocking back against her without even realizing it.
“F-fuck, Yuna—stop, I-I’m gonna—gonna cum if you keep—fuck!” Karina moans, biting her own hand.
Yuna leans in, lips brushing Karina’s ear, breath hot. “Cum from a finger in your ass? That’s so fucking cute.” Karina’s whole body clenches, her ass twitching as Yuna scissors her fingers, stretching her open more with each motion. “You’re doing good, baby,” Yuna hums. “Almost ready…”
Wonyoung glances back now, amused. “Is the brat loosened up yet?”
Yuna smirks. “See for yourself.”
She pulls her fingers out slowly, the sound wet and filthy, then holds them up for Wonyoung to see: slick with lube and cream, glistening in the light. Karina’s still trembling on all fours, face buried, ass wet and twitching, her hole flexing involuntarily, stretched and needy. Wonyoung stands up, stretches, walks over like she owns the whole damn room (and she kind of does). She picks up the plug from the bed, weighing it in her hand, then crouches behind Karina.
Karina looks back, wide-eyed.
“Wait—wait, it’s big—fuck, I don’t know if I—”
Wonyoung slaps her ass hard enough to make her jolt. “You’re ready,” she says coldly. “Now stay still while I make you better.”
Yuna licks her fingers clean with a soft moan, then crouches back behind Karina like she’s settling into her favorite seat at a show. She plants her palms on Karina’s ass, spreading her cheeks wide, holding them apart so her tight, glistening little hole is fully exposed, twitching, raw and shining with lube and slick from her own juices. Karina’s breath stutters as she feels the air hit her, and her thighs shake like she might collapse, but Yuna keeps her wide, grinning like she’s already proud of the work they’ve done.
“Hold still, baby,” Yuna murmurs, her nails dimpling into Karina’s pale skin. “Let her give you your present.”
Wonyoung crouches low, plug in one hand, the lube-slicked tip already glistening under the soft lighting. She presses it right up against Karina’s hole, testing it. Karina gasps loud, her head lifting suddenly as her eyes fly open.
“Wait, wait, wait—f-fuck, Wonyoung, it’s big, I-I’m not ready, I—!”
Wonyoung doesn’t respond with words. She just applies pressure. The rounded head pushes inward, and Karina screams.
Her voice cracks like a sob, body lurching forward instinctively, but Yuna holds her in place with a grunt, gripping her hips like handlebars. Karina babbles through the pain, a slurry of panicked syllables and ragged breaths.
“Ah—ah—shit, oh my god, it’s too big, it’s too big—it burns—it fuckin’ burns!!”
“Then you shouldn’t have lied to me,” Wonyoung mutters, cool and detached, her hand steady as the thick plug stretches Karina wider with every slow, brutal inch. “You want cock, you get the punishment that comes first.”
Karina’s whole body trembles, ass clenched tight around the intruding plug, every inch sending more shockwaves of pain and humiliation through her. Her face is soaked with sweat already, lips parted in disbelief at how deep it’s going. Behind her, Yuna’s breath is hot, tongue flicking the edge of Karina’s ear as she leans over her back. “You sound so fucking hot like this,” she whispers. “You’re gonna be perfect once it’s all the way in. Such a good little plug slut.”
The scream Karina lets out next is sharp and raw, almost broken. You hear it, feel the vibration of it behind you like the air’s alive, and you’re still buried to the hilt in Sullyoon. Her legs are shaking around your hips, your hand’s still on her throat, and her pussy is pulsing, squeezing your cock like it’s trying to memorize it. The way Karina’s moaning next to her, screaming as she gets her ass opened, is fuel for Sullyoon. Her eyes roll back and her mouth drops open, chest rising and falling like she’s being devoured by the pleasure.
“I—I can’t—I can’t hold it!” she pants. “I’m gonna fucking cum—I swear—I can’t—oh my god kiss me, please, please kiss me, I wanna cum while you’re kissing me, I wanna feel your mouth when it hits—pleaseee!"
You don’t even hesitate. You lean down fast, your hand tightening on her throat just a little more as your mouth crashes into hers. Her lips are soft, wet, desperate. Her tongue meets yours immediately, greedy and wild, kissing you like she needs it more than air. The second your lips connect, she snaps. Her entire body tenses, heels digging into the bed, thighs clamping tight around your waist, and her pussy clamps down hard; a perfect vice, spasming and pulsing around your cock like she’s trying to pull you in even deeper. She lets out a high, shaking moan straight into your mouth, hands flying up to grab your face, kissing you harder, sloppier, while she cums in waves all over you. Your cock’s completely drenched now, soaked in her release, her body rocking beneath yours as the orgasm shakes through her like a storm, long and loud and so fucking hot you’re fighting every instinct not to unload inside her right there.
Wonyoung glances back, smirking, still pushing the plug deeper into Karina’s stretched hole with cruel precision. It’s almost fully in now, the thickest part parting Karina’s trembling rim, her voice hoarse from moaning and crying through the stretch.
“Look at that,” Wonyoung says, eyes on Karina but voice raised just enough to carry. “While you’re getting your tight little asshole split by a plug, Sullyoon’s over here creaming herself on cock like it’s the best day of her life.”
Karina sobs out a moan, too far gone to respond, just breathing raggedly while the final inch of the plug sinks in, slow and merciless.
“You jealous yet?” Wonyoung whispers near her ear. “You wanted this. You chose this. And now you get to be plugged up like a good little toy while someone else gets her guts rearranged.”
Yuna’s still holding Karina open, watching the plug disappear inside her with awe and glee.
“Almost there,” she says, licking her lips. “You’re taking it so well…”
Karina’s still panting into the mattress, arms trembling, her ass raised with the thick plug now buried deep inside, barely visible except for the slick base nestled between her swollen cheeks. Her eyes are glassy, cheeks streaked with a flush of sweat and tears, and her thighs are twitching from the slow, rhythmic throbbing inside her. She lifts her head slightly, voice weak but hopeful.
“S-So… what happens now?” Her words come out breathy, unsure. “Is it… is it my turn?”
Wonyoung doesn’t answer right away. She stands upright with a smug little stretch, licking the edge of her finger clean from guiding the plug in, her expression sharp with amusement. Then she lets out a dry, condescending chuckle.
“Not yet.” Karina blinks at her, blinking fast like she misheard. Wonyoung tilts her head, smiling cruelly. “Yuna hasn’t had a turn with that cock yet.”
Karina’s shoulders sag, and her face collapses into a tired, frustrated sigh. She lets her head fall back down onto her arms with a faint groan, too wrecked to protest more than that.
Yuna laughs, light, teasing, and smacks Karina’s ass again, right on the plug, making her yelp and jerk forward with a strangled moan.
“Be patient, princess,” Yuna grins. “You’ve already got a little friend stuffed in there to keep you busy. Don’t be greedy.”
Wonyoung shoots her a quick glance, neither amused nor annoyed, just sharp. Always sharp.
“Yuna,” she says flatly, “he’s ready.”
Yuna turns her head to you and waves a finger, grinning wide like a cat with cream on its tongue. “Come here, toy. Sit down. Edge of the bed.”
You obey immediately, there’s no part of your brain even pretending to fight it anymore. You climb off Sullyoon, who’s still panting and glowing from her orgasm, and move to the edge of the bed. Your thighs ache. Your cock is glistening with her slick, flushed dark, veiny, painfully hard. You sit down, muscles twitching from exertion, and look up as Yuna struts toward you. She turns around and backs herself up, settling her toned legs against yours, ass grazing your thigh, there’s a golden sheen of sweat clinging to her lower back and the curve of her ass cheeks glistening as she lowers herself onto you.
“You can touch me,” she says, glancing over her shoulder with a wink. “I’m not Wonyoung.”
Your hands rise instinctively, gripping her slim waist. She’s warm under your fingers, tight and toned. Yuna’s body is fucking unreal; lean but thick where it counts. Her waist is slim, but her hips flare out wide, ass plump and round with the kind of bounce that makes it impossible not to stare. Her thighs are powerful, soft over muscle, her skin is smooth, flawless, with that slight golden glow under the lights.
You squeeze her hips a little, breath catching in your throat.
“Fuck, you’re… perfect,” you mutter. “You’re fucking hot.”
Yuna giggles, rolling her hips back just enough to brush your cock against her folds.
“You know how to sweet talk a girl,” she purrs.
But Wonyoung’s voice slices in before you can say anything more.
“Stop talking to him like he matters.”
Yuna turns slightly, side-eyeing her with a sigh.
“Wonyoung…”
Wonyoung crosses her arms, eyes narrowing.
“He’s not your boyfriend. He’s not your friend. He’s a cock. A cumdump. A toy we’re borrowing for a good time, then tossing out.”
Yuna rolls her eyes, positioning your thick head right at her entrance, her slick folds gliding over it as she angles her hips.
“You’re so fucking cruel sometimes,” she mutters under her breath. “Let a bitch have one moment.”
And then she sinks down.
Your breath punches out of you like you’ve been hit. Her pussy is molten hot, wet, gripping the crown of your cock so tight you’re not even sure you’re going to get more than an inch in. She moans, sharp and rough, her hands bracing on your thighs.
“Jesus fucking fuck, it’s… it’s so big, holy shit—”
She pauses, knees shaking, muscles tense as she eases herself lower. Behind you, the mattress dips again as Sullyoon crawls back up, her skin flushed pink, hair a little messy, that dreamy post-orgasm look still painted across her face. But her eyes are focused on Karina now.
Karina hasn’t moved, still on all fours, ass stuffed, hair sticking to her cheeks, panting. Sullyoon leans in, wraps her arms around her waist gently from behind, pressing their bodies close.
“Hey,” Sullyoon whispers, brushing Karina’s sweaty hair off her cheek. “You okay?”
Karina nods slowly, leaning back into her friend’s touch.
“It hurts,” she says quietly, breath shivering. “But… not in a bad way.”
Sullyoon presses a soft kiss to her shoulder, then another to her neck.
“I’ll take care of you,” she promises, pulling Karina closer. Her arms wrap tighter, soothing. “You were so brave.”
Karina’s lips part to answer, but Sullyoon’s already leaning in again, this time pressing her mouth to Karina’s. Their kiss is gentle, slow, nothing like the desperation you’ve been drowning in all night. Their tongues meet, slow and lazy, tasting each other with softness that's somehow kind of hot. But Sullyoon’s hand starts to slide down Karina’s belly, grazing over her trembling thighs, fingertips dancing toward her pussy.
“Let me help you feel good,” she murmurs, her fingers slide between Karina’s legs, just brushing her slick folds—
“Stop right there.”
Wonyoung’s voice is sharp, cold steel. Both girls freeze. She strides over, her eyes locked on Sullyoon like a schoolteacher catching someone cheating. “She doesn’t get help,” Wonyoung says, grabbing Sullyoon’s wrist and pulling her hand away. “She didn’t earn it. Let her sit with the plug for a while.”
Sullyoon swallows, pulling her hands back respectfully, returning to holding Karina with just arms and lips now, keeping her warm but not touching further. Karina sighs into her mouth, kissing her again slowly, eyes fluttering closed. Meanwhile, Yuna’s moaning as she forces another inch of you inside her. Her pussy is soaking, clenching like crazy, her breath stuttering as she lowers herself little by little, adjusting with every thick ridge you press past her walls.
“Goddamn,” she gasps, laughing breathlessly. “It’s like—I don’t even—fuck, how do you carry this around without passing out?”
You grip her waist tighter, watching her ass ripple as she eases further down. Her thighs flex with every movement, sweat rolling down her spine as she moans louder.
“You’re so tight,” you groan, digging your fingers into her hips.
“Yeah?” she pants, twisting her hips to get the angle right. “Well, this pussy doesn’t play, baby.” Then she gasps sharp, eyes wide. “Shit! There we go—fuck—there it is—!”
She finally bottoms out, her ass slapping against your lap, every inch of your cock buried in her slick, clenching heat. She leans forward, chest heaving, moaning low in her throat like she’s drunk on it.
“Oh my god,” she laughs, trembling. “It’s inside. It’s fucking in.”
And from across the room, Wonyoung watches with a satisfied little smile, voice cutting clean through the soft gasps and stifled kisses. “Good. Now ride him.” Then, to Karina, still squirming in Sullyoon’s arms: “Take notes. You’re next.”
Yuna starts to move with that kind of self-aware sensuality that makes your brain turn to soup. Her hips roll in slow, hypnotic circles as she grinds her soaked pussy down on your cock, using her entire body like she’s showing it off just for you, every shift, every drag of her slick walls over your length is deliberate. She knows how tight she is, how good she feels, and she’s savoring every reaction you can’t hide. You’re still seated at the edge of the bed, thighs flexed, hands gripping her waist like your life depends on it, and she just rides, slow and deep, her ass clapping lightly against your lap with each bounce, like a steady rhythm meant to tease.
She leans back against you, pressing her spine to your chest, arms raised, looping her hands around your neck while her breath rolls out in these soft little gasps. “Mmm… you like that?” she purrs, grinding down hard and slow again, making your cock throb inside her. “So deep… so fucking thick…”
Your fingers twitch on her hips. You’re trying so hard not to snap, not to grab her and slam her down on you until she screams, not to break that rhythm, even though your cock is pulsing with the need to unload.
Sullyoon watches from the bed, her head tilted as she strokes Karina’s hair gently, the other girl now slumped in her lap, the plug still buried deep in her ass, legs slightly parted. Karina’s out of breath, still flushed and shivering, lips swollen from their kissing. Sullyoon’s gaze flicks from Yuna’s bouncing hips back to you, a grin tugging at her mouth.
“You know,” she says, softly but loud enough for all to hear, “he deserves some fucking credit for not blowing already.”
Wonyoung raises an eyebrow, arms crossed. She doesn’t interrupt, just watches. Yuna chuckles breathlessly as she grinds her hips again, this time harder, clenching on your cock as she lifts and sinks, her thighs flexing with every controlled motion. “Mmm, right? He’s being such a good boy,” she coos, rolling her hips, her voice dipping to a low murmur. “Holding back like that, keeping it in. Such good control…”
She pauses, sitting all the way down on you again, then leans forward with a grin, twisting to look at your face. Her hand slides down, past your stomach, and cups your balls through the base of her pussy. The squeeze is careful but firm, her fingers exploring the weight of them as her grin widens.
“Shit,” she says under her breath. “These are so full. They feel heavy as fuck.” She lifts her hips a little, stroking your length from the inside with her muscles, then settles back down with a wet slap, her ass jiggling from the impact. “There’s probably a lot in there by now,” she teases. “You’ve been holding it in through Sullyoon riding you, Karina moaning with a plug stuffed in her ass, me grinding your cock like it’s my job… damn, when you finally blow, it’s gonna be fucking insane, isn’t it?”
You grunt, tightening your grip on her waist, your abs flexing from the effort it takes not to cum right then and there. Every time she lifts off you, your cock throbs in the air, aching for release. When she slides back down, slow and snug, your balls tighten under her hand. She keeps touching them, rolling them in her palm as she rocks her hips in slow figure-eights, her walls clenching rhythmically around your shaft. You can barely breathe. Every second she draws it out is another second closer to your breaking point.
Behind her, Karina moans faintly, still flushed, her voice muffled against Sullyoon’s shoulder. Sullyoon’s fingers stroke her back now, soothing, her eyes watching Yuna like she’s impressed. She laughs lightly.
“I think he’s gonna pass out if you keep doing that,” she says.
Yuna grins and kisses your neck, her lips soft and teasing. “Not yet,” she whispers. “He hasn’t earned it yet.”
Yuna’s movements shift from teasing to needy, the playfulness in her hips giving way to urgency. She's been riding you for minutes that feel like hours, slow and deep, drawing out every drop of pleasure like it’s foreplay for herself. But it’s not. Her rhythm’s breaking. Her thighs start trembling every time she lifts herself off your cock, her breath catching in her throat with these sharp little gasps, lips parted and swollen, chest heaving against her bra. You feel her pussy start to pulse around you; tightening and fluttering with every downward drop, every slap of her ass against your thighs… her body chasing something she’s trying to hold off, but it’s not working anymore.
She lets out a louder moan, sharp and cracking.
“F-fuck… I’m close… fuck, I’m so close…”
She doesn’t stop riding you, if anything, she moves faster, grinding her clit against your pelvis with every bounce, her hands grabbing onto your shoulders now, nails biting into your skin for leverage. Her voice trembles when she speaks again, a whisper at first, then louder, breathless and wild.
“Don’t hold back, don’t fucking hold back—fuck me—fuck me hard—make me cum!”
Fuck, that's all you wanted to hear.
Your fingers clamp down on her waist, and you slam her down onto your cock, hard, your hips jerking upward at the same time, bottoming out deep inside her with a wet, brutal smack. She screams (a real one) choked and high, head snapping back as her pussy clamps down on you like a vice. You don’t give her time to breathe. You start fucking her like your brain’s gone, your hands guiding her body up and down on your cock, her thighs clapping against your hips, the bed frame groaning from the weight of your thrusts. It’s all messy now, no rhythm, just raw need, your cock punching into her soaked, fluttering cunt again and again, harder each time. Yuna’s moans are desperate now. Loud, cracked, real. She slams her palm between her legs, fingers going straight to her clit, rubbing fast and sloppy, hips bucking into her own hand, mouth falling open with every spasm of pleasure that racks her body.
She’s babbling, voice broken, almost sobbing from how deep you’re buried inside her. Her whole body is tight, coiled like a spring, legs twitching, her stomach tensing with every thrust, her clit swollen and soaked from how hard she’s been rubbing. Wonyoung steps forward slowly, eyes locked on the scene, and her voice is like a whip crack.
“Make her cum. Now.”
You don’t need to be told twice. You slam her down again, burying every thick inch into her, your grip bruising tight as your cock throbs inside her fluttering heat. Yuna’s hand is a blur between her legs, her voice pitching into a scream.
“I’m cumming—I’m fucking cumming—fuck, it’s too much—”
Her entire body goes stiff in your lap. Then it hits.
She explodes with a scream, shaking violently as the orgasm overtakes her, every muscle locking up. Her pussy grips you like it’s trying to crush you, pulsing and spasming around your cock as waves of heat roll through her core. Her legs kick out, her back arches, and she clings to your shoulders like she’s drowning. Her thighs spasm against your hips, her fingers digging into your chest now, nails scraping down your skin.
You hold her there, not moving anymore, just feeling her ride the wave, her cunt milking you in hard, rhythmic squeezes. She keeps twitching, little cries spilling from her lips as she rides every aftershock, her pussy making these messy, obscene noises with every throb, her clit still pulsing from the overload.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck—” she gasps, collapsing forward against you, face buried in your neck, breath ragged, sweat pouring down her back. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close while she trembles and whimpers against your skin. It takes a full minute for her to calm down, her thighs still twitching, her chest rising and falling like she just ran a marathon.
Then Wonyoung clears her throat.
“That’s enough,” she says flatly.
Yuna groans in protest but slowly lifts herself off your cock, her legs shaking under her weight, your cock sliding free with a wet, messy squelch, still rock-hard and soaked in her cum. She stumbles over to the bed, collapsing onto it face-down with a heavy exhale, ass still wobbling from the force of the ride.
Sullyoon leans over with a little grin, raises her hand, and smacks her ass hard, right over the reddened skin. Revenge. The sound echoes, and Yuna yelps, jolting slightly.
“Damn, Yuna,” Sullyoon giggles. “You rode him like a fucking demon.”
Yuna mumbles something into the mattress, breathless and ruined, one hand reaching back to rub her sore cheek.
“Shut up and gimme five minutes…”
Wonyoung just smirks and turns to Karina.
“Now. Your turn. Get back on all fours.”
Karina obeys without speaking. Her knees sink into the mattress, palms bracing in front of her as she positions herself, ass high, head down, breathing slow and shaky. She doesn’t look back. Wonyoung steps forward without a word, crouching behind her, and places her hand on the base of the plug. Karina whines at the touch alone, thighs twitching inward.
“Be still.”
Karina nods and braces.
Wonyoung slides the plug out in one smooth, slow pull. Karina gasps, her back arches, a broken moan ripping from her throat as her rim stretches wide then closes again, twitching, raw and gaping. Slick lube coats the plug’s shaft, creamy and glistening, and Wonyoung sets it down with a little smirk, running her fingers lightly along Karina’s ass just to watch her shiver.
“You were obedient,” Wonyoung says, almost fond. “You stayed plugged like a good girl. You followed every fucking order.”
Karina’s breath catches, hope flickering in her voice. “So I can… finally…?”
Wonyoung smiles. “Yes.” She turns her head toward you and snaps her fingers. “Come here, freak. She’s earned her reward.”
You’re already moving before she finishes the sentence. You’re still hard, aching, throbbing, and you can barely think through it, but the tension in the room makes you slow your steps.
“But,” Wonyoung says, raising her voice just enough to stop you in your tracks, “it’s going in her ass.”
Karina’s entire body stiffens. Her head whips around, wide-eyed, lips parting in stunned disbelief. “W-what…?”
Wonyoung steps to the side, folding her arms again. “If you want to cum tonight, it’s going to be on his cock—in your ass.”
“I didn’t ask,” Wonyoung cuts her off coldly. “You can take it. You want your orgasm? Then shut the fuck up and take what you’re given.”
Yuna lets out a delighted little gasp, grinning like Christmas came early. “Oh my god, this is gonna be so good…”
Sullyoon, already on the bed beside her, frowns faintly, brushing a hand over Karina’s shoulder. “You don’t have to if—”
“She’s doing it,” Wonyoung says, turning her glare on Sullyoon, who backs off immediately, hands up in surrender. Karina swallows hard, her face still red, eyes darting between the three of you, and then, finally, she nods. Hesitant. Reluctant. But nodding.
“I’ll do it…” she says quietly, glancing at you. “But please—go slow…”
You step closer, gently resting your hand on her back, fingers brushing up her spine.
“I will,” you whisper. “I promise.”
Wonyoung clicks her tongue.
“He doesn’t make the rules,” she mutters. “But yes—slow, obviously. Now do your fucking job.”
You nod once and slide your hand down Karina’s lower back, palm splayed over the dip just above her ass. Her body tenses, breath hitching at your touch, but she doesn’t pull away. She’s trembling, terrified and aroused all at once, and your stomach knots in that strange way again, torn between lust and something dangerously close to care.
Yuna’s suddenly right beside you, grinning, holding the bottle of lube in one hand.
“Here,” she says cheerfully, popping the cap and squeezing a generous line along your cock. It’s cold, shocking against your skin, but you grunt as she smears it in with her hand, slow and thorough. “We’ll make sure she’s nice and slick.”
Then she moves behind Karina, spreading her cheeks again with one hand, and pours more lube directly onto her twitching hole.
Karina whimpers.
“Gotta help her too,” Yuna says, rubbing it in with two fingers, slow circles that make Karina gasp and moan. “Poor baby’s so tight…”
Once everything’s coated, Yuna pats your cock and steps back, clapping her hands. “Alright, stud. She’s ready.”
You grip your shaft, position yourself, and slide forward, just the tip pressing against her entrance. The resistance is immediate. Hot and tight and trembling. Karina sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. You pause, lean down, whisper against her ear.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
She nods without looking up. “Just… slow. Please…”
You push forward a little. Even just the head feels like a violation. Her body shudders, a loud moan breaking from her lips, half pain, half disbelief.
“Oh—oh fuck! it’s huge!”
You stop again, one hand on her hip, the other stroking her back. You wait for her to breathe, to settle. Then you start again. Millimeter by millimeter, your cock stretches her open, and Karina whines through her teeth, fists clenching the sheets, toes curling. Her thighs are soaked, slick drips down the insides of her legs, proof that pain and arousal have long since blurred. Every few seconds, you stop, just long enough for her to catch her breath, before you push a little deeper.
“God,” Sullyoon whispers from behind, hugging a pillow to her chest, eyes wide. “He’s really doing it…”
Yuna sits beside her, fascinated. “Look at her hole,” she says gleefully. “It’s fucking swallowing him.”
Karina cries out again as another inch slips in.
“F-fuck, it’s—too big—please—”
“You’re doing amazing,” you murmur, and you mean it. “Just a little more…”
Her body clamps down, squeezing you like it’s trying to push you out and pull you in at the same time. You slow down again, your cock slick and throbbing, the pressure unbelievable, her body wrapping around you tighter than anything you’ve ever felt.
Wonyoung watches it all from the corner of the bed, arms crossed, lips curled into a quiet, satisfied smile.
“That’s it,” she purrs. “Stretch her out. She’ll never forget it.”
Karina’s moans rise in pitch, her body soaked with sweat now, ass flushed and stretched, you're still halfway in, cock glistening with lube and Karina’s juices, your hands gripping her hips like she’ll drift away if you let go. Her body is trembling under you: legs shaking, back arched, her forehead pressed to the sheets. Her moans come in shaky bursts, broken syllables spilling from her lips between gasps. You’re going slow (agonizingly slow) but even that feels like too much for her. The pressure is overwhelming. The stretch makes her wince with every inch, but she hasn’t told you to stop yet, and her soaked thighs betray the truth: she’s aching for it, terrified of it, and turned on beyond words.
You keep your pace steady, pushing in another inch. She cries out, voice cracking, one hand flying back to grip your wrist.
“S-stop—please—I can’t—it’s too much—!”
You freeze immediately, body tense, chest heaving as you struggle to not blow from the way she squeezes around you, like a velvet vice locked in desperation. Sweat drips from your forehead onto her lower back as you hold yourself there, just breathing, feeling her twitch and clench around the thick girth pulsing inside her. Your cock’s only a little more than halfway in, but the look on her face says she’s already overwhelmed.
Her face is buried in the sheets, bright red and dripping with sweat. Her eyes are shut tight, lips parted in a silent moan. And between her legs, her pussy is dripping, messy and obscene, leaving trails down her thighs. She’s shaking from the stretch, but she’s dripping from the want. It’s chaos, and her body is split right down the middle. Wonyoung shifts on the bed beside her, standing now, arms folded across her chest. Her gaze drops to where you’re still inside Karina’s ass, her head tilting slightly. Cool and calculated.
“How much?” she asks you. Her voice is flat, but curious.
You glance down your shaft. “Little more than half.”
She kneels beside Karina, brushing strands of hair from her face, then leans in close. Karina’s still gasping, unable to speak. Wonyoung looks back up at you.
“That’s enough.”
You pause, nodding, your cock twitching from the pressure building between restraint and raw, near-painful pleasure.
“Start moving,” Wonyoung commands. “Let her feel what she earned.”
You shift your grip on Karina’s hips, sliding your hands up her waist as your thighs tense. She lets out a shaky, helpless sound when you pull back just a couple inches, her body clenching again, like she doesn’t want to let you go, and then you push forward again, slow and deep, not adding more depth but grinding within what she can take.
Karina groans—long and broken.
“Fffuuckk…” she moans into the mattress, hips quaking. “It’s so big, so thick, I can’t believe you’re in my ass… fuck—it’s too much—it’s so full…”
You move again, withdrawing slightly and thrusting slowly back in. Her body jerks with each motion, every slow grind making her rim flutter, her ass stretched and twitching. The sensation has your spine tingling, a tight, searing heat wrapping around your cock like wet silk squeezed over bone. Yuna leans over the edge of the bed, eyes wide with awe, a dirty grin painted across her face.
“She’s taking it like a champ,” she says, grinning. “Look at her—look at that grip. Holy shit.”
Sullyoon’s perched at the headboard, arms hugging her knees, watching with this mix of sympathy and raw curiosity. Her cheeks are pink, eyes wide, lips parted.
“She’s doing so good…” she whispers. “I don’t think I could…”
Wonyoung leans in and cups Karina’s cheek gently, tilting her face so she can see her expression. Karina’s eyes flutter open; glassy, unfocused, filled with overwhelmed heat.
“You’re not gonna forget this,” Wonyoung murmurs, a little smile touching her lips. “No one ever forgets their first real stretch.”
Karina whines, biting her lip, trying to stay still as your hips begin to find a rhythm. You rock into her gently, each thrust short and slow, giving her body time to adjust while her moans grow louder, more broken. Her thighs glisten with arousal, and her hands fist the sheets so tight her knuckles go white.
“I-it’s too good,” she sobs out. “I didn’t know it would feel like this—why does it feel so fucking good?”
You thrust a little deeper, not by much, just enough to push the limits she’s already enduring. Her moan cuts off into a gasp, her body twitching under yours, and you swear you feel her pussy throb at the same time; her cunt untouched, but soaking like it’s getting fucked just from how your cock is stretching her ass.
Your hand slides to her lower back, stroking it gently, whispering low.
“You’re doing perfect, Karina. So fucking good…”
Her answer’s a raw moan, her ass arching slightly, offering you better access without even thinking. You start grinding deeper into her with more confidence, your cock gliding through her slickened hole in a slow, punishing rhythm that has her gasping every time your hips press against her. Yuna slides closer, one hand slipping between Karina’s thighs, hovering just above her glistening folds but not touching.
“You’re dripping all over the bed,” she says. “You love this, huh? Getting your ass fucked by the cock you ran from?”
Karina sobs into the sheets, too fucked out to answer.
Wonyoung circles behind you like a queen inspecting her soldiers, her gaze drops to the slick, stretched spot where your cock disappears into Karina’s ass, the loud, wet rhythm of your thrusts filling the room in obscene contrast to Karina’s trembling moans. Your grip is still tight on her hips, your pace steady, giving her the depth she can handle, but not much more than that.
Wonyoung exhales sharply, almost bored. “Pick up the fucking pace.” Her voice snaps through the air like a whip. “Make her scream, freak."
Before you even register the shift, her hand cuts down hard against Karina’s ass, a brutal, open-palmed slap that sends a jolt through her entire body. Karina cries out, her head lifting from the mattress, her back arching, eyes wide as her moan turns into something raw and sharp. You grit your teeth and follow the order. Your hips slam forward, the new rhythm vicious and unrelenting. Every stroke now punches into Karina’s stretched ass with a thick, wet slap, your cock sliding deeper with each thrust, balls slapping against her soaked thighs. The change is instant. She screams, loud, guttural, her hands scrabbling at the sheets, her voice cutting through the air with no filter, no shame.
“Ah—ahhh fuck—it’s too much—too much!”
You don’t slow down. You can’t. Not when Wonyoung’s standing behind you with that look in her eyes. Not when Karina’s body keeps pushing back against you like it wants every inch. Her tits bounce violently with every impact, full and heavy, swinging under her with each slam of your hips, her nipples dragging against the sheets.
Wonyoung steps forward and grabs a fistful of Karina’s hair, yanking her head up so her moaning face is fully exposed.
“This what you wanted, Karina?” she snarls, leaning down near her ear. “You begged for this cock. You begged to cum tonight. You begged for your fucking ass to be split open, and now you’re fucking screaming. Is this what you wanted?”
Karina sobs and nods through it, eyes wild, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as she cries out, “Yes! Oh my god yes, yes, yes—please—fuck, don’t stop!”
“Pathetic,” Wonyoung mutters, releasing her hair with a shove that makes Karina collapse forward again, her ass thrust up perfectly for more abuse. Then she looks at you, her expression hard. “And you,” she snaps. “Look at you. Huffing and panting like a fucking dog. You two deserve each other. Ruin this lying slut!”
You grab Karina’s hips tighter, your pace going savage now, hammering her with everything you’ve got. Her voice breaks into a string of high-pitched moans and screams, every thrust punching into her ass with punishing force, her body bouncing forward from the impact. The clap of flesh on flesh echoes through the room, her sweat-slick thighs shaking as she takes it, her pussy dripping onto the sheets like a faucet, untouched and soaked. Wonyoung watches the chaos she’s orchestrated, arms crossed again, a twisted smile forming at the corners of her lips.
“Fuck her until she forgets her name.”
Your hands stay locked on Karina’s hips, holding her firm, thumbs digging into the curves just above her ass as your cock pistons in and out of her stretched, twitching hole. She’s beyond trying to speak in full thoughts now; just babbling, moaning, her mouth open and drooling against the sheets, words falling from her like she’s half-delirious. Her spine arches deeper with each thrust, every part of her trembling as you slam into her again and again, the obscene slap of your hips meeting her ass echoing through the room, wet and brutal.
Her voice jumps pitches without warning, cracking with raw pleasure. There’s no control left in her body. Her thighs are shaking, her arms weak, her pussy glistening untouched beneath her as it drips onto the bed from the pressure alone. You watch the muscles in her ass flex and quiver with every movement of your cock, your shaft stretching her open wider than she’s ever taken, buried inside her like you’re trying to reach her fucking soul.
Yuna leans in from the edge of the bed, laughing in this low, teasing purr that’s half arousal and half mocking delight.
“Holy shit. Look at her. She’s gonna cum just from taking it in the ass like a fucking whore.”
Karina whimpers something into the sheets, something like no or yes or both at once, but her eyes are rolled back, jaw slack, her moans breaking apart like she doesn’t even understand her own body anymore. You keep going. Your thrusts stay relentless. The heat of her body, the grip of her ass around your cock, the way her hips bounce and jerk under you with every impact: it’s pure addiction. You feel her starting to tighten even more, impossibly tight, her whole body locking up like she’s about to snap in half, and her moans spiral into a high, broken whine.
“F-fuck—oh my god, it’s too—ahhh—it’s too much, I’m gonna—I can’t!”
She’s drooling onto the sheets, arms weak, knuckles white from gripping the bedding like it’s all that’s keeping her grounded. Her back arches deeper, like her body’s trying to get away and get more at the same time. Her ass swallows your cock with this obscene wet sound, slick with lube and her own mess, but so fucking tight you can feel every spasm as her rim flutters around your shaft. You glance at Karina’s face; she’s a fucking wreck. Eyes rolled back, mouth open, sweat dripping down her neck. She’s not looking at anyone, just moaning, gasping, shaking. Her pussy’s untouched, but it looks already mid-orgasm, creamy and glistening between her thighs. You slam your cock into her again, and she jolts, sobbing out a half-word, half-wail.
“I’m close,” she gasps out suddenly, louder this time. “I’m—fuck—I’m gonna cum!”
Wonyoung steps forward slowly, arms folded, eyes locked on Karina like she’s waiting to pull the trigger. “Then cum.” Karina’s whole body jerks at the sound of her voice. “Cum now,” Wonyoung growls. “I want to watch you lose it.”
You slam into her again, deeper, faster—and that’s it. That’s all it takes.
Karina screams.
She screams like her body’s being ripped open and baptized at the same time, her voice breaking as her ass clamps down around your cock like a vice, spasming, pulsing, gripping you like she’s trying to suck every drop of cum out of you without you even releasing yet. Her thighs twitch violently, knees buckling beneath her, and she collapses onto the bed fully, her face buried in the mattress, her whole body convulsing as she cums hard from her ass alone.
“Fuuuuck—oh fuck I’M CUMMING! Oh my god—fuck-fuck-fuck!!”
Her pussy gushes under her, untouched and throbbing, slick running down her thighs like her whole body’s melting. Her back arches once, twice, then drops, but she keeps shaking, every nerve lit up like she’s been plugged into a live wire. Her fists are tight in the sheets, her mouth open, drool and moans pouring out without rhythm.
She’s sobbing now, babbling through the aftershocks.
“I—oh god, I didn’t know—I can’t stop, I’m still cumming, I can’t stop, It's so good, it's so fucking good…”
You’re still inside her, cock twitching with every clench of her hole, but you don’t move, just hold her there, one hand still locked on her waist, the other stroking her back like you’re trying to keep her from slipping through the mattress.
Yuna’s staring in disbelief, biting her lip, cheeks flushed.
“She just fucking came… from her ass,” she breathes. “That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”
Sullyoon crawls closer, eyes wide and sparkling with awe, her hand hovering near Karina’s trembling shoulder. “Is she okay?” she whispers.
“She’s perfect,” Wonyoung says flatly, stepping beside her and crouching. She brushes Karina’s hair off her face. “She came like a filthy little anal slut. And she needed that.” There’s a moment of silence, then Wonyoung looks at you. “Your turn,” she says flatly. “You’ve been edging like a good little bitch all night. Now you give us your cum.”
You’re still buried in Karina’s ass, but the moment she hears Wonyoung’s voice shift like that, she groans softly and starts to lift herself. Her whole body shivers as she slowly slides off your cock, her asshole fluttering open before clenching tight, empty, twitching from the stretch. Your entire length is gleaming with slick, twitching hard as it’s exposed to the air again. You reach up, help steady Karina. She’s weak, legs barely holding her. Her skin’s flushed deep pink, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, sweat dripping down her chest. She stumbles a bit, and you help ease her down. She kneels, then braces herself upright, arms shaking, tits rising and falling with each breath. Her mouth is still parted, cheeks red, eyes dazed, but she’s looking up at you, obedient, waiting.
Wonyoung watches with one eyebrow raised.
“You made it this far,” she mutters. “Color me shocked. Most guys would’ve been pumping their load into a tissue in the first ten minutes.”
Yuna giggles, kneeling in front of you, her eyes still sparkling with a manic energy. “That’s because you scare the cum out of most guys just by walking into the room, Wony. They probably blow their load just thinking about disappointing you.”
“It’s a talent,” Wonyoung shrugs, a picture of regal indifference, though her eyes are fixed on your straining cock with an unnerving focus. She runs the tip of her tongue over her plump lower lip. “But you,” she says, “you don’t have to hold back anymore. You’ve been a good little freak, edging for us all night. Now it’s time for your reward… or perhaps, our reward from you.”
Sullyoon moves next, a quiet, graceful wraith in the dimly lit room. She slides up beside Karina and brushes a stray strand of hair behind Karina’s ear, then leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her cheek. Karina leans into the touch, a soft whimper escaping her lips, her body trembling almost imperceptibly. Sullyoon rests a comforting hand on Karina’s thigh, her thumb stroking gently, before turning her full attention to you. Her eyes, usually wide with an innocent curiosity, are now dark, dilated, and utterly captivated by the sight of your huge cock.
You’re standing now, swaying slightly, your body a live wire of overstimulated nerves. Your cock is a flushed, angry purple, pulsing with a life of its own, veins snaking across its thick shaft like swollen rivers. It’s utterly drenched, glistening from base to tip with a disgusting, beautiful cocktail of the slick lube Yuna had applied earlier, and the clear, sticky juices that seeped from Karina’s ass as you stretched her. It’s still leaking pre-cum—one fat, pearly droplet hanging precariously from the swollen head, threatening to fall. The ache in your balls is a relentless, throbbing agony, a heavy, full sensation that promises an explosive release. Every inch of your skin is buzzing, screaming with a desperate, almost painful need.
Yuna, never one for patience, has already wrapped her surprisingly strong fingers around the base of your shaft, her touch possessive and demanding.
“Fuck, you’re so hard,” she whispers, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and greedy anticipation. She gives you a preliminary squeeze, making you grunt. “He’s still this fucking hard? After being inside four of us? You didn’t cum once?” Her voice is incredulous, a hint of challenge in it.
“Not yet,” Sullyoon breathes. She licks her lips slowly, her gaze unwavering from your cock. “But he’s close. I can feel it. He’s about to burst.”
“Let’s fix that,” Wonyoung declares. She glides forward and kneels before you, a queen preparing to receive tribute. The way she settles at your feet, eyes already devouring your erection, doesn't feel like submission; it feels like she’s about to break you open and claim what’s hers.
Then, it truly begins.
Wonyoung’s grip on your shaft is like iron, cool and clinical, yet sending shivers of heat through you. Her other hand instantly dives down, fingers deftly finding and cupping your aching, heavy balls. They feel like overripe fruit, swollen and tender. "Fuck, these are absolutely full," she grunts. She gives them a calculated squeeze, just enough to make you let out a strangled moan, your hips twitching. Meanwhile, Karina, seemingly over her initial trepidation, has crawled forward, her eyes glazed with a new kind of desperate hunger. She takes the very tip of your cock into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue flicking nervously against the sensitive slit. "You've been saving it all up for us, haven't you, my little freak?" Wonyoung continues. "Such a good little cum-toy, filled to the brim, just waiting for your goddesses to drain you."
"He's gonna paint us! He’s going to fucking drench us!" Yuna shrieks with manic delight, her own hand a blur at the base of your cock, stroking furiously. The friction is intense, slick with spit and your own copious pre-cum. Her tongue becomes a relentless tease around the thick crown, darting, licking, swirling. "Give it to me, toy! I want every last drop!"
Sullyoon is pressing kisses up your thigh, her breath hot against your skin, her hands gripping your other leg for balance. Her voice, usually so gentle, is surprisingly demanding, raw with need. "Please... oh god, please just let it go... I need to see it… I need to taste you… Don’t make us wait anymore, you bad boy!"
Karina, trembling visibly, lifts her head, her eyes wide and unfocused, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening tip of your cock. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing ragged. "You can do it... cum for us... please, after everything... just let us have it," she begs. "Fill me up too..."
Wonyoung meets your eyes, that cruel, beautiful smirk is back. "That's right, toy. You heard them. They’re begging for your filth. Sullyoon wants to taste it. Karina wants you to fill her pathetic mouth. Yuna wants you to drown her. They’re all desperate for it. But I demand it." Her voice drops to a menacing growl. "You’re going to fucking erupt. You’re going to cover every last inch of us in that disgusting, potent seed you’ve been brewing inside that freakish cock of yours. Do you understand? This isn't about your pleasure. This is about ours. This is your sole purpose." Her fingers tighten on your balls, her thumb pressing hard and deep into the sensitive perineum, making you cry out. "Now. Explode for your queen, you worthless piece of meat!"
Her hand on your shaft speeds up to match Yuna's frenetic pace. Both of them are now a dizzying blur of motion, tugging, stroking, squeezing, their combined efforts an exquisite torture. Karina latches her mouth onto the entire head of your cock, sucking with a primal, vacuum-like force that steals your breath, her tongue a rough, insistent pressure coiling around the shaft. Yuna’s ecstatic giggles turn into sharp, needy moans as she feels the tell-tale, unstoppable convulsions starting deep within your groin, traveling up the base of your cock. Sullyoon and Karina press closer, a tangle of limbs and desperate hands, their touch now almost frantic, greedy, fingers grabbing at your thighs, your stomach, your hips, anywhere they can make contact, as if trying to absorb your impending orgasm through sheer proximity.
"He's doing it! He's really gonna blow! Oh my god, look at him shake!" Yuna screams.
"Fucking finally!" Wonyoung growls stroking your cock. "Give it to your queen, you pathetic mutt! Give me every last fucking drop!"
And then it happens. Your vision whites out completely. A guttural, inhuman roar tears from your throat, a sound you don’t even recognize as your own, echoing off the walls of the luxurious apartment. Your hips buck uncontrollably, a violent, spastic jerk that nearly throws the girls off you.
The first jet of your cum shoots out with impossible, almost painful force, thick as cream and blindingly white. It splatters directly onto Wonyoung’s perfectly sculpted face. She barely flinches, just lets out a choked gasp, her eyes widening for a split second in surprise at the sheer power before they narrow again in dark triumph. Your hot seed is already dripping from her chin, smeared across her cheek, mixed with her saliva, a victorious smirk plastered on her semen-streaked face. "Yes! That's it, you filthy animal! Fucking drown me!"
Another jet follows, then another, and another, each one seemingly hotter, thicker, more voluminous than the last. You're a fucking firehose, completely and utterly out of control, your body just a vessel for this unstoppable eruption.
"My turn! My turn! Hit me with that fucking load!!" Sullyoon screams, scrambling forward with surprising agility, her usually angelic face now contorted into a mask of fierce, desperate need. She positions herself right in the line of fire, her small hands cupping her equally small breasts, her mouth wide open like a baby bird. A thick rope of your cum arcs through the air and lands squarely on her chest, another jet splattering across her cheek and directly into her parted lips. She gasps, a delighted, messy sound, already licking it up with greedy swipes of her tongue. "Oh my god... it's so much... so warm... and it tastes… amazing!"
"Don't you dare forget me!" Karina cries out. She’s pushing past Sullyoon, her eyes fixed on your still-spewing cock like it’s the only thing in the world. "Please! I need it! I earned this!" A fresh torrent of your seed catches her full in the face, soaking her hair, plastering it to her forehead, coating her eyelashes, and dripping in thick streams into her open, gasping mouth. She moans, a long, shuddering, broken sound, tears welling in her eyes (whether from the impact or sheer overwhelming emotion, you can’t tell) as she swallows convulsively, then licks her lips with a dazed, almost worshipful expression on her cum-painted face.
Yuna is practically vibrating beside you, her hands still gripping your shaft, trying to aim the spray, though it’s bucking too wildly for any real control. "Fuck yes! Me next! Fucking drown me in it, you goddamn animal!" she yells, practically shoving Karina aside to get closer. You oblige without conscious thought, another powerful surge coating her face, her neck, her small, perky tits that are now glistening under a thick layer of your seed. She throws her head back and laughs, a wild, uninhibited, joyous sound, as your cum drips down her body like a perverse baptism. "It’s like a fucking geyser! I've never seen anything like this! He's a cum machine!"
Jet after jet after jet, it just keeps coming, an unending, impossible flood. You’re emptying yourself completely, your balls cinching tight, contracting painfully with each pulse, a hollow, almost unbearable ache spreading through your loins and up into your stomach. The girls are an absolute mess, drenched, glistening, their perfect idol skin smeared and utterly coated with your thick, white seed. They’re not even trying to be neat or dignified anymore; they’re reveling in it, laughing, moaning, smearing it on each other.
"Holy shit," Wonyoung says, breathless for once, a genuine note of awe in it. She looks down at her own cum-splattered chest and hands. "He really was full. Fucking packed to the rafters." A small, almost proud smile touches her lips. "Good boy." She slowly wipes a thick smear of cum from her perfect lips with a thumb and licks it clean with deliberate, sensual slowness.
Finally, with one last, shuddering, weaker pulse, you’re empty. Utterly spent. Your cock twitches pathetically, still painfully hard but no longer gushing, merely slick and dripping with their combined spit and your own rapidly cooling load. You sag forward, gasping for breath, your entire body trembling from the sheer intensity of the release, black spots dancing in front of your eyes. The room slowly comes back into focus, filled with the sounds of their ragged panting, their wet, satisfied laughter, and the overwhelmingly pungent, salty-sweet smell of your spilled seed..
"Fuck," Yuna breathes, looking down at your dick, which is still defiantly, impressively erect despite the massive load you just shot. "Is it... is it still hard? After all that?" She reaches out a tentative, cum-slicked finger and pokes the head. Your cock gives a noticeable throb in response. Yuna’s eyes widen. "Oh my god. It is still hard." She looks up, her eyes meeting Wonyoung’s, then Sullyoon’s, then Karina’s. "Girls... I think our toy isn't done playing yet."
Sullyoon crawls closer. "No way... really? Can he go again?"
Karina, looking utterly debauched and surprisingly radiant under her coating of your cum, nods enthusiastically. "He has to! That was... that was incredible. I want more."
They all start to speak at once, their voices a chorus of greedy demands.
"More, toy!"
"Don't tell me you're finished!"
"You’ve got more in there for us, don't you?"
"Come on, freak, give us another load!"
Wonyoung silences them with a raised hand. She leans close to you again, that imperious glint back in her eyes, her gaze dropping to your still-throbbing erection. Her hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around your slick shaft. "You heard them," she says. "They're not satisfied. And frankly," she gives your cock a slow, deliberate stroke, "neither am I."
Her other hand comes up, and with a speed that surprises you, she delivers a sharp, stinging slap right across the head of your dick. A choked gasp tears from your lips, your hips instinctively jerking. The pain is shocking, but it’s instantly followed by a wave of intense, almost unbearable pleasure. Your cock pulses violently in her grip.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Wonyoung sneers. "Like being roughed up a little? Like being reminded you’re just our fuck-meat?" Another slap, harder this time, landing on the already hypersensitive tip. You cry out, a raw, helpless sound.
"Answer me, slut!" she barks.
"Y-yes," you gasp out, shame and arousal warring within you. "Yes, I like it..."
"Pathetic," she spits, but her lips are curved into a satisfied smile. She continues to stroke you with one hand, her rhythm firm and steady, while the other delivers a relentless series of slaps. Each impact sends jolts of pure, agonizing pleasure through your system. Your balls are tightening again, an impossible ache building deep inside. The girls are watching, breathless, their faces a mixture of shock and intense arousal. Yuna is openly touching herself, her fingers disappearing between her cum-smeared thighs. Sullyoon is biting her lip so hard it’s a wonder it’s not bleeding. Karina is just staring, her mouth slightly agape.
"Beg for it," Wonyoung commands, her strokes becoming faster, her slaps more precise, each one aimed at the most sensitive parts of your cock. "Beg me to let you cum again, you disgusting freak."
"Please," you groan, "Please, Wonyoung... let me cum... I need to..."
SMACK! This one is directly on the slit, a brutal, stinging impact.
Your vision explodes in white light. You can’t hold it back any longer.
With a strangled scream, you erupt again. It’s not the voluminous flood from before, but it’s thick, ropy, and impossibly potent, shooting out in desperate, pulsing spurts.
Wonyoung doesn’t flinch, doesn't stop stroking, doesn’t stop slapping. She just watches, a terrifyingly beautiful goddess of pleasure and pain, as your second load sprays across her hand, her arm, adding to the sticky mess already coating her.
The other girls cry out in unison, scrambling closer, mouths open, hands outstretched, desperate to catch any stray drops. Yuna manages to get her mouth under the stream for a moment, swallowing greedily, while Sullyoon and Karina try to catch the ropes of semen on their tongues, their faces eager and flushed.
It goes on and on, your body wracked with spasms, your mind completely gone, lost in a whirlwind of humiliation and ecstasy. More slaps, more strokes, more cum, until you’re utterly, completely drained, gasping for air, your vision blurry.
They’re all around you, closer now, their bodies slick and gleaming, their faces alight with a primal satisfaction. Wonyoung finally lets go of your now semi-flaccid, thoroughly abused cock, a triumphant smirk on her lips.
"Good boy," she purrs, wiping a fresh glob of your cum from her cheek and licking it from her fingers. "You finally learned how to be useful."
Instead of rushing to clean up properly, they start playing. Yuna, giggling like a maniac, licks a thick glob of your cum from Sullyoon’s small, firm breast. "Mmm, salty," she declares, then dives in to suckle the nipple, her tongue swirling. Sullyoon moans, arching into it, her hands coming up to smear more of your sticky seed from her stomach onto Yuna’s cheek.
"You’re such a nasty whore, Yuna." Sullyoon laughs.
Karina, looking dazed but with a soft smile playing on her lips, tentatively licks a streak of cum from her own arm. Wonyoung watches them for a moment, a rare, almost fond smirk on her face, before she grabs Karina’s wrist. "Don't waste it, idiot," she says, then pulls Karina’s hand to her own mouth, licking the cum from Karina's skin with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue, her eyes daring Karina to react. Karina just shivers, her cheeks flushing a deeper red.
It’s an insane, beautiful, disgusting sight. Four of the most lusted-after women on the planet, acting like depraved sluts, covered head-to-toe in your fucking seed.
Your legs finally give out. You collapse onto the massive bed, your body a dead weight, every muscle screaming in protest. Exhaustion hits hard a deep, boneless fatigue that makes even breathing feel like an effort.
One by one, the girls, still sticky and laughing, crawl onto the bed around you, their combined weight making the mattress sag. They’re not careful, their cum-smeared bodies pressing against you, against the pristine grey duvet, leaving wet, pearly patches everywhere. Yuna flops down beside you, throwing a sticky arm over your chest. Sullyoon curls up on your other side, resting her head on your shoulder, her hair damp with sweat and semen. Karina hesitates, then slowly settles at the foot of the bed, leaning against your legs. Wonyoung, of course, perches at the head, looking down at all of you like a queen surveying her messy, sated kingdom.
"I... I can't believe this actually happened," you manage to croak out.
Karina looks at you, her eyes soft, a genuine concern in them. "Are you... are you good? You look wrecked."
"Yeah," you sigh, your head lolling to the side. "Just... exhausted. Completely fucking drained."
"Aren't we all," Yuna groans, nuzzling her face into your chest. "But holy shit, that was... incredible. Best night of my life, no joke."
Sullyoon nods against your shoulder. "Definitely the most... memorable."
"I think... I think it was worth it after all, having been deceived by Karina just to be used by you, girls," you admit, a tired smile touching your lips as you look at Karina.
Karina’s expression flickers. "You’re... you’re not mad? That I tricked you? Lied to you?"
Before you can answer, Wonyoung cuts in. "Mad? He should be on his fucking knees thanking us. Grateful that he had the privilege of spending a night with us, serving a purpose. Most losers only dream of this, and he got to live it. He got to empty his pathetic balls into K-pop royalty."
Yuna and Sullyoon murmur their agreement. "She's right, you know," Yuna says, patting your cheek with a sticky hand. "You hit the jackpot, toy."
"So, how's that pretty little ass of yours feeling, Jimin?" Wonyoung asks, her gaze shifting to Karina, a cruel amusement dancing in her eyes.
Karina shifts uncomfortably, wincing. "It’s... burning. A lot. Like, really a lot."
"Good," Wonyoung says, utterly unsympathetic. "It'll hurt even more tomorrow. And the day after that. Maybe then you'll learn your lesson about exaggerating dick sizes to me. Or lying in general."
Karina sighs, a weary sound that’s tinged with exasperation. "You’re a fucking maniac, Wonyoung. You know that, right?"
Wonyoung’s smile is pure, unadulterated wickedness. "Yes, I do," she purrs. "A total, unrepentant maniac. But," she spreads her arms, gesturing to the cum-soaked bed, the exhausted bodies, the lingering scent of raw sex, "I also organize the best group sex you’ll ever have. And all you bitches fucking love it."
Yuna pushes herself up on her elbows. "Fuck yes, we do, Queen Wony!" she practically screams. "Holy shit, this was… this was next level. I thought I knew what good dick was, but this," she gestures vaguely towards your groin with a cum-stained hand, "this little freak that Karina brought us? And everything you made us do to him? And what you made him do to us?" She shivers, a full-body tremor. "My cunt is still twitching just thinking about it. My face is a glazed fucking donut of his spunk, and I've never felt hotter. You're a goddamn visionary, Wonyoung. A cruel, twisted, dick-obsessed visionary, and I fucking worship you for it!" She collapses back onto you with a happy sigh, nuzzling her sticky face into your neck.
Sullyoon, curled beside you, nods slowly. "She's right, Wony.” Her fingers, still tracing absentminded patterns on your cum-smeared arm, tighten slightly. "I… I’ve never experienced anything like tonight. Ever." A shy, almost guilty smile touches her lips. "When you… when you made him put his hand on my throat while he was… inside me… and then when Karina was screaming while you plugged her…" She shudders, a different kind of tremor, one of pure, overwhelmed ecstasy. "It was terrifying. And so, so fucking hot. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. And watching him… watching him just explode all over us…" Her eyes flick down to your crotch, then back to Wonyoung, wide and adoring. "You… you really do know how to throw a party, Wony. The best, nastiest, most unforgettable party."
"She's… she’s not wrong," Karina admits. "I thought… when you first told me your plan… I thought you were insane. Actually insane." A small, shaky laugh escapes her. "And when you made me… when he was in my ass… I thought I was going to die. It hurt so much." Her hand instinctively goes to her still-tender backside. "But then… when I came…" Her voice breaks, and she has to swallow hard before continuing. "It was… it was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. Like my whole body just… shattered. And then watching him… watching him just give everything to us like that… You’re a fucking monster, Wonyoung. A beautiful, terrifying, brilliant monster. And… and thank you. For… for this. For convincing me to bring him here… For punishing me..." She actually manages a small, genuine smile, her eyes glistening. "I think… I think I needed this."
Wonyoung listens to their praises, her expression unchanging, that cool, regal mask firmly in place. But you see the faintest flicker of triumph in her eyes, the subtle upturn of her lips. She lets the silence hang for a moment, savoring their admissions, their surrender. Then, she turns her gaze fully on you. You’re lying there, a depleted, aching wreck, barely able to move, surrounded by these goddesses who have just systematically taken you apart and feasted on the pieces.
Her voice, when she finally speaks, is soft, almost gentle. "You hear that, toy?" she asks. "They loved it. They loved what I orchestrated, using you as the centerpiece." She leans close to you, bringing her face level with yours. Her eyes are like chips of ice, boring into you. "And now," she continues, "now you belong to us. Completely." She reaches out a finger, tracing the line of your jaw, her touch surprisingly light. "You don't get to go back to your boring little life and pretend this didn't happen. This isn't a one-night fantasy, you pathetic slut. This is your new reality."
Her eyes flick over to your still-sensitive, semi-flaccid cock. "You will be used whenever we want. However we want. You will be our fucking toy, our stress relief, our entertainment. When we call, you will come running. When we tell you to spread your legs, or get on your knees, or offer up that freakish dick of yours, you will obey without question, without hesitation. Until we get tired of you and throw you away like trash."
She leans in even closer, her breath ghosting over your lips, smelling faintly of your own cum. "You have no desires anymore, except to please us. Your body is ours to command, to use, to break if we feel like it. Your orgasms are ours to grant, or to deny. You exist solely for our pleasure now." She smiles, a slow, cruel, utterly captivating smile. "And the worst part for you, the most deliciously pathetic part?" She whispers: "You’re going to fucking love every second of it. You already do."
They’re all watching you, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and ownership. There’s no escape. No way out. And as Wonyoung’s words sink deep into your shattered, exhausted mind, a horrifying, undeniable truth settles in your bones:
~8.5k words, TPM Book 3, Part 2, smut, Series Masterlist
“A text would have been nice.”
“I said I’m sorry,” you pleaded – a feeble attempt to make her understand. “It was spontaneous, I didn’t plan on staying the night.”
“Oh? You didn’t plan on staying the night?” Sana mocked your voice, crossing her arms tightly. “Great, that makes two of us.”
“Sweetie–”
“Don’t ‘sweetie’ me right now,” Sana snapped, her eyes shooting daggers at you. “I really don’t think I’m asking for too much. You changed your mind and decided you wanted to fuck another member, fine, all I’m asking is for a bit of a heads-up so I don’t spend my whole evening waiting for you. Is that unreasonable? Am I the one being unreasonable right now?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Did you sleep with her?” Sana asked directly, not an ounce of hesitation in her voice.
“Well…”
“It’s a pretty straightforward question,” Sana hissed. “Did you put your dick in her or not?”
“Technically–”
Sana turned around and stomped off before you could explain. “Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath before sitting on the couch and pulling out her phone.
“Sana!” you called out after her, following her into the living room and sitting next to her. “Tzu had some personal stuff happen, I had to be there for her.”
“I’m not upset with Tzu,” Sana replied coldly without looking up from her phone. “She’s not the one who broke a promise.”
“I didn’t mean to–”
“Well, you did, whether or not you meant to,” she replied, her tone sharp as her fingers aggressively scrolled through nothingness on her phone. “It would have been fine if you just said you weren’t in the mood. You literally could have told me you’d rather fuck one of the others and I wouldn’t have cared.”
“Sana, it’s not that I didn’t want to,” you emphasized again while reaching out to her.
“Don’t touch me, I’m still mad at you,” she slapped your arm away lightly as she sulked. “Or, fuck, you could have just made up something. Anything. It’s not like I don’t know you have to fuck them whenever they ask. But no, you couldn’t even give me a call, or a text, or a fucking pigeon for all I care.”
“A pigeon?”
“It’s not like I just went through a whole fucking emotional roller coaster yesterday. It’s not like I wanted my boyfriend’s comfort.”
“I thought we weren’t using those terms–”
“Fine, fuckbuddy, side-bitch, roommate, whatever you wanna call it, I don’t care!” Sana shouted, tossing her phone aside. “It’s not like you’re acting like a boyfriend right now anyway.”
“You’re right, I’m not worthy,” you dropped down to your knees in front of her and playfully bowed your head in shame. “Forgive me, my queen.”
“Get up, stop being dumb,” Sana rolled her eyes, the corners of her mouth betraying her livid demeanor for a brief moment. “This won’t work.”
“Do I need to kiss your precious feet? To show you how sorry I am?”
“Don’t you fucking dare put your mouth on my feet,” Sana replied sternly, pulling away. “Get. Up. Here.”
“Only if you promise to stop being mad at me.”
“Does it even matter if I do? Apparently promises don’t mean anything in your world,” Sana shot back.
“Alright, I deserved that one,” you smiled, standing back up and holding your arms out, waiting for her permission. She really took a moment to contemplate, to make you sweat, before she nodded just slightly, letting you cuddle up next to her. “I understand you’re upset with me, I fucked up, you’re right,” you added gently as you held her. “Yesterday was a tough day, a lot happened with the contract stuff.”
“It was tough for me, too,” Sana responded quietly, dropping her shoulders and staring at you with soft eyes. “I get that you had to deal with Tzu’s thing, but really, I didn’t expect to feel so neglected.”
“No and that’s completely valid, I fucked up. I should have at least called.”
“Maybe I’m being sensitive–”
“You’re not,” you reassured her before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Whatever you want, I’m yours.”
“I appreciate it, but that’s not necessary,” Sana gave you a faint smile. Her frustration quickly faded away, her tone softened, and her body language relaxed. “How’s she doing by the way? Did you get her situation sorted out?”
“Not really, I’ll have to stop by the offices,” you answered, your insides burning hot again at the thought of what happened. “That’s my problem to worry about though. Tell me, what do you want to do tonight? I can make a reservation somewhere if you want.”
“There’s actually this place Dahyun and I wanted to try, apparently their naengmyeon is really good,” Sana replied with a hint of excitement in her voice, without any of the anger from earlier.
“Sounds good, send me the name and I’ll make the reso’,” you replied, setting a reminder in your phone. “Hey, so I have like half an hour before I have to go pick up Nayeon…”
Sana waited patiently for you to continue, a frown on her face, daring you to suggest it.
“What do you say? Shall we have some fun and make up for last night?” you asked with a teasing smile.
“You think it’s going to be that easy?” Sana feigned annoyance. “A few words and you get to do whatever you want with me again? Just like that?”
“I mean, I was ready to suck your toes.”
“Stop,” Sana whined with a smile that absolutely melted you. “We both know how much you hate foot stuff.”
“Yeah, but, anything for you,” you replied, leaning closer and slowly snaking your hand around Sana’s body. “What do you say? Quick one?”
“No,” she whispered back quietly. “We’ll see after dinner, and don’t you even dare think about spending tonight with another member.”
—
A few days later
“You sure it’s alright?” Nayeon asked, unable to hide how bad she felt. “I’m really sorry, you know how these things are.”
“Nayeon, I get it, this type of shit happens almost every day,” you gave her an encouraging smile. “Finish up whatever you have left, just text me when you’re done.”
“I’ll make it up to you after, I promise,” she winked.
“It’s fine, and stop feeling bad, seriously,” you chuckled. “Now go, I’m so proud of you.”
She nodded enthusiastically before turning around and running back into the practice room. This past week has been tough for Nayeon, she really got no breaks. On top of all the group activities, she still had to work on her solo projects. Ever since the contract fiasco from a few days ago, Nayeon has been working overtime basically every single day; You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for her.
That was part of why you decided to volunteer so much when it came to helping her out. Obviously someone else could drop her off, but you knew she was more comfortable with you. And, well, it did come with some benefits that you were particularly fond of; Nayeon had become the type of girl who would manage her stress by getting horny – and you were her solution.
Even now, as you walked the empty hallways of the JYP offices, you couldn’t help but daydream about what you knew Nayeon would ask for the second she finished working. During the days you had Nayeon, and in the evenings you had Sana – the last few days have honestly been pretty great in that regard.
“Oh!” you were knocked out of your daydream as you stumbled into a small figure. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
“No, it’s my fault,” the girl quickly bowed respectfully towards you before looking up at you and freezing.
That’s when you recognized her.
“Oh, Yeji, how’s everything?”
She stared at you, almost as if she was trying to remember you, her mind still somewhat out of it. “Are you…” she mumbled softly.
“Am I?” you cocked an eyebrow at her.
“I’m sorry,” she quickly bowed again before shaking out of her little trance. “I just thought I recognized you from somewhere.”
“We’ve met very briefly at a couple of company events, but I don’t think we’ve ever properly spoken,” you explained. It was true, you obviously knew who she was, but you’ve never had the opportunity to really talk to her. Truthfully, she caught your eye the most in her group – the sharp expression she regularly wore and that fit body just always resonated with you. “I’m one of Twice’s managers.”
“Ah, right, you–” she suddenly stopped talking and began shifting around nervously. “Right, anyway, I’m doing alright. What about you? Where are you heading? It’s kinda late, no?”
“Well, I planned to go talk to some people about some manager stuff, but I don’t think anyone’s in the office at this time,” you answered while checking to see if you had any replies on your phone. You had sent a few messages earlier in hopes that you could get this picture thing figured out for Tzuyu, but all you saw was a text from Nayeon saying she’d be another hour. “I guess now I’m just waiting for Nayeon, going to find somewhere to kill an hour. What about you? What are you doing here so late?”
“Oh, nothing in particular, honestly, I kinda just came here to relax for a bit after our schedules. Sometimes it’s a bit more peaceful here than at our dorms.”
“I can imagine,” you smiled comfortingly. “Busy day?”
“Every day’s a busy day,” she smiled back before an odd look flashed across her face. She very clearly had something on her mind and didn’t know how to say it.
“Well–” you began before being interrupted.
“Would you like to grab coffee for a bit?” she blurted out as her cheeks immediately flushed red. “I just mean if you have nothing to do, I could use some company.”
“Uh,” you hesitated, a little confused by the whole interaction. “Yeah sure, why not.”
“Cool,” Yeji replied before awkwardly pausing.
“Shall we?”
“Oh, right, yeah,” she quickly turned around and started walking towards the elevators.
One of the benefits of working in an idol-filled building was the constant opportunity to see stunning women – and Yeji was among the best. Those accentuated curves in the little crop-top jacket she had on, and her perfect legs in those casual, skin-tight jeans, it all looked fucking amazing. Even though you were trying to be courteous and professional, you couldn't help but notice how her ass swayed with every step.
“It’s kinda crazy, isn’t it?” Yeji began, glancing over her shoulder. “We’ve worked at the same company for so long, yet we’ve never properly talked.”
“Hm?” you quickly averted your attention from Yeji’s hips and sped up to walk next to her. “Yeah, it’s a big company though.”
“That’s true, but still.”
“You know that I know about your group, right?” you chuckled as you followed her into the elevator. “It’s not like I don’t know you exist. I still listen to all your music and whatnot.”
“Oh yeah, do you have a favorite member?” she grinned as she leaned against the elevator wall with her arms crossed. “And is it me?”
“Okay, I don’t think you’ll believe me, but it’s actually you.”
“You’re right, I don’t believe you,” she chuckled, stepping out of the elevator in front of you. “But thanks.”
“No, seriously,” you quickly followed behind her. “That River cover? Chef’s kiss. I’ve been a fan since before I joined, actually.”
“Oh?” she turned to you with a curious smile. “Really?”
“Even before I joined the company, I always enjoyed watching fancams,” you continued, “and I’m not ashamed to admit it, I’ve watched a lot of yours.”
“Please, you’re going to make me blush.”
“I’m not kidding. You’re a phenomenal dancer. Also, keep this between us, you have the sexiest eyes I have ever seen.”
“Alright, now I’m actually blushing,” Yeji giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Don’t do that, I love your smile. Don’t hide it.”
“I didn’t realize Twice’s manager was so flirty,” Yeji smiled warmly as she navigated the coffee machine’s menus.
“And I didn’t realize how pretty you were up close,” you smiled back.
“Stop,” Yeji whined, stretching out the word with an unwavering smile on her lips. “Do you treat the Twice members like this, too?”
“No, of course not, I’m strictly professional,” you lied.
“Are you?” Yeji shot you a glance as she picked up her mug.
There was a subtle, but noticeable, tonal shift in the air between the two of you.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked as you began making a cup for yourself.
“I don’t know,” Yeji toyed with the handle of her mug. “I’ve just heard things.”
“Things?”
“Yeah, things.”
Did she know? you thought to yourself. “Care to elaborate?” you inquired as you picked up your drink and gestured towards one of the tables.
Yeji nodded, and the two of you sat down together, nothing but the steam from your coffees blocking the firm gaze she had on you. “I’ve heard you and some of the members might have…”
“You can tell me, it’s fine,” you encouraged her to continue.
“Okay there was this one time when I overheard one of the members saying something about you… something that I wasn’t sure if I heard correctly.”
“Is that why you gave me that look earlier?”
“What look?”
“Yeji,” you sighed, smiling down at your cup of coffee. “Alright, I think we can stop beating around the bush. Yes, I’ve slept with some of the members, and you obviously know.”
“As in multiple?” Yeji gasped, her cat-like eyes shooting open.
“Do you wanna get on the intercom?”
“Sorry,” Yeji whispered, leaning in closer to you. “Multiple?”
“Seems like you didn’t know everything. Okay, I’ve slept with all of them,” you answered honestly, “it's part of my job. There, now you know.”
Yeji leaned back in her chair, staring at you as she contemplated your words. Even though there was a long pause, and obvious shock on her face, she didn’t seem to be looking at you negatively. Rather, it seemed to come more from a place of curiosity. She took a moment to properly digest what you had revealed to her before she spoke again.
“Why don’t we get a manager like that?”
“What?” you nearly choked on your sip. That was the last thing you expected her to say. “Is that what you want?” you laughed, putting down your mug again.
“I just mean like, that’s genius,” Yeji continued while casually sipping her drink. “As far as I know, none of the girls have been with a guy, but we’re still… you know,” she flashed a shy smile. “They’re constantly asking me about it.”
“Asking you?”
“Yeah, but I’ve only done it once, and I really can’t tell them much.”
“Oh?”
“What?” Yeji tilted her head slightly as if confused by your reaction. “After what you just told me, I don’t think I need to hide anything from you. It goes without saying, please don’t tell anyone, obviously. I had to be pretty sneaky about it.”
“My lips are sealed as long as yours are,” you replied while pretending to zip them. “Wait, but are you serious about wanting a similar arrangement? I might be able to talk to someone about it, and due to some recent events I ended up moving pretty high in the company.”
“Could you?” her eyes lit up. “I don’t really know how that works though, did all the girls have to approve of you or something first?”
“Uh,” you pondered her question. “Honestly, I never really thought about it, but they probably did?”
“I see,” she cupped her mug with both hands and began thinking. “You know what, maybe hold off on that part. Let me at least talk to the girls about what they want.”
“Fair enough, reach out whenever.”
“Speaking of,” Yeji pulled out her phone, “can I get your number then?”
“Yeah, of course,” you typed it in for her before handing it back. “I can’t say I expected my evening to go like this, but this was nice. Unexpected, but nice.”
“Agreed! I just feel somewhat comfortable around you. I can’t really explain it.”
“Thank you, and I think I get it, because I’m pretty sure I feel the same way about you. I rarely tell anyone about my job – for obvious reasons.”
“Funny how things work sometimes,” Yeji smiled gently. “How many people know?”
“Very few. Plus you now, I guess.”
“Right,” she chuckled. “Well, no one outside of my members knows that I’m not a virgin, so I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Like I said earlier, my lips are sealed.”
Yeji leaned in closer to you, lowering her voice some more. “Mind if I ask you something kinda personal? Since you’re probably a bit experienced and I don’t really have many people I can talk to about this type of thing.”
“Sure, anything.”
“Is it supposed to hurt?”
This was the most concerned she had looked throughout this entire conversation.
“Well, you see,” you leaned in a bit closer, “everyone’s different, but yeah the first time can hurt.”
“I see,” Yeji drummed her fingers against her mug.
“Forgive me if I’m overstepping, but I assume your first time wasn’t great?”
“What gave that away?” Yeji smiled with a small shake of her head. “No, it honestly just hurt more than anything. I think it felt good for him?”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but I hope you’re not discouraged. It’s not like it’s your fault, most people find the first time kinda sucks.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” you gave her a reassuring smile. “You just have to find the right person, someone who’s compatible with you.”
“I definitely rushed it just for the sake of trying,” Yeji confessed. “Nothing against the guy, but he was also pretty inexperienced.”
“That happens, especially when people get into their first relationship.”
“I wish it was a relationship,” Yeji laughed, leaning back in her chair. “It was a stupid hookup with an old acquaintance. Like I said, I rushed it.”
“Ah, well, don’t feel bad about it. Can’t change the past, and you definitely wouldn’t be the only person who rushed it.”
“You’re right,” Yeji sighed before taking another sip. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer, even if the others aren’t interested.”
“Absolutely, you have my number, text me whenever,” you smiled.
Yeji smiled back – she really did have an adorable one. “Alright, my ride came early and is actually waiting for me, I should probably get going.”
“Alright Yeji,” you stood up and held your hand out. “It has been a pleasure finally getting to meet you properly.”
“Likewise! I’m sure I’ll be in touch soon.”
—
“Ugh. Fuck. I’ve needed this so much,” Nayeon moaned over her shoulder at you.
“You and me both,” you grunted as you slammed your hips into Nayeon’s pussy from behind.
She held onto the headrest for deal life as the sound of you clapping her cheeks echoed throughout the parking garage. Thankfully it was late enough for no one to bother you, but at this point even if someone walked by, you really didn’t give a fuck. This wasn’t the first time in the past week since the contract renewals that you’ve taken Nayeon in the parking garage, and the risk never seemed like enough to deter either of you.
This was Nayeon’s stress relief. Ever since she went full-force into her solo activities, she had become more stressed than ever, so whenever you would pick her up you’d end up with your cock in her. It was a daily activity at this point. Sometimes you’d make it back to the apartment first, usually you wouldn’t – you’ve discovered more secret sex rooms in the office this week than ever before.
“Ah, shit,” Nayeon cried out, tensing the leg she was balancing on as it trembled, nearly falling to the ground.
“Just a bit more,” you moaned back as you grabbed her hips for support, pushing even deeper into her pussy. “Fuck, you’re making such a mess.”
“Sorry,” she gasped before shoving one of her hands between her legs and showing how little she actually cared about the apology. She rubbed her clit as hard as she could, and within seconds she ended up sending streams all over the concrete next to where you were parked. “Oh fuck baby that’s good!”
The slapping was muffled by a wetness that only Nayeon could bring, each thrust of your cock into her pussy earning a fresh wave. You wanted to pull out, just for a second, to see her spray like a hose all over everything – but she felt too fucking good right now. You couldn’t stop, your hips had a mind of their own.
“Nayeon, I’m about to…” you tightened your grip on her hips and pushed forward as hard as you could until you felt the warmth shoot out of your cock, “...cum.”
“I can feel it,” Nayeon moaned, slowly moving her ass back and forward against your cock, squeezing out all of you cum with her pussy.
Once your cock stopped twitching, you slowly eased out of her, admiring the fountain of wetness dripping out of her pussy and straight onto the concrete below. Nayeon quickly turned around and took a seat, trying to keep her pants – which were bunched around one of her ankles – out of the puddle she had left next to your car.
“I love how I don’t even have to tell you anymore,” you smiled as you stepped up right in front of her.
“Not hard to remember when this is a daily activity,” Nayeon smiled, pressing her hand against her pussy again and opening her mouth wide for you.
“Good girl,” you moaned as you placed your cock into her mouth and grabbed the back of her head gently.
Nayeon went to work with her tongue, collecting any and everything she could off your cock, thoroughly cleaning it while fingering herself in the process. She got to do most of the movement herself, assisted only by the occasional thrust of your hips as you twitched your sensitive cock deeper into her mouth, all the way to the base.
“How’d recording go?” you mumbled under your breath while stroking Nayeon’s hair back.
She sat up straight and let your cock slip out of her mouth, and she wrapped her slender fingers around your balls, fondling them slowly. “Not bad, I’ll probably need a couple more days before I switch up and focus on the group concert.”
“If you ever want a break, we can arrange something.”
“This is my break,” she leaned forward and gave your tip a small kiss before letting go and leaning back in her seat.
“Fine with me,” you chuckled, pulling up your pants. You walked around the back of your car and sat down in the driver seat. “I love this new version of you.”
“What new version?” Nayeon grunted as she toyed herself with her pussy pointing out her open door.
“The one that’s always horny,” you leaned over the center and wrapped a hand around Nayeon’s mouth. “You’re going to get us caught if you keep making all that noise.”
She moaned something into your hand, something along the lines of ‘fuck you’, but her frustration didn’t last long as you slipped your other hand down between her legs.
If anyone was to enter the parking garage at this moment they would be greeted by a full view of Nayeon’s pussy, but she didn’t care at all. She screamed out against your hand as you slipped two fingers into her, curling them up and thrusting as fast as you could go for just a few seconds before jerking them out and pressing down on her clit.
She reached her own hand towards her pussy but you swiftly slapped it away. “No touching,” you hissed into her ear, bringing your fingers back to her entrance, leaving her clit and slipping them in.
It was obvious she wasn’t happy about it, but she listened, squirming and writhing at your touch, trying to push you in deeper by using her hips. You played along, giving her what she wanted while still teasing her pussy just enough to drive her insane. There was a beautiful balancing act that you knew would make it so much better in the end, even if Nayeon hated you for it at the moment.
And you knew it was working – her pussy was speaking to you through your fingers. She squeezed and pressed down hard, waves of pleasure aching through her pussy with each little thrust of your hand until it all became too much. You knew this was the end, all that was left was for you to pull your fingers back out and press on her clit.
Nayeon moaned louder than ever – basically screaming – as she began squirting across the parking garage, leaving long streaks of her slick all over the concrete. She lifted herself up with her legs, spreading them farther, shooting her mess as far as possible out your passenger door, painting the ground dark.
Only once her pussy stopped spraying did you stop. It didn’t matter how hard Nayeon would cum, she always had more in her – that was the beauty of it. You plunged two fingers back into her pussy, just for a couple more seconds, before quickly withdrawing and letting her squirt again and again, seemingly forever.
“I swear we’re getting caught one day,” you chuckled as Nayeon collapsed backwards against you, her legs shaking slightly and her breaths heavy.
“I don’t give a fuck,” she panted before straining herself up and closing the door. She didn’t even bother pulling up her pants as she glanced at you, collapsed in her seat and panting deeply, slowly regaining composure. “What about you, what did you end up doing?”
“Oh nothing, just tried again to talk to someone about the Tzuyu situation, but no luck.”
“I’m really sorry,” Nayeon softened her gaze and pulled up her pants. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Unfortunately, I don’t think so,” you sighed as you turned on the car. “I just don’t understand why the fuck she did it.”
“I don’t know, as far as I know she hasn’t told anyone about it.”
“It just makes no sense.”
“Maybe it was for financial reasons?” Nayeon suggested. “If she was planning on quitting anyway, I could see those pics having a lot of potential.”
“Really? You think she’d do that just for money? That sounds fucking stupid.”
“I agree, but I don’t know why else she would,” Nayeon frowned. “Sorry, it was a stupid idea.
As you stopped at a red light, you looked over at Nayeon and shot her a warm, apologetic gaze. “Don’t be, I wasn’t trying to say you’re stupid, it’s a fair idea I just don’t think it’s why she did it.”
“So why do you think she did it?”
“I have no fucking idea,” you sighed, slamming your hand against the top of the steering wheel.
“Hey,” Nayeon reached across the car and placed her hand on your leg. “Maybe we should stop thinking about it, for now?”
“How can–”
“Please?”
She was looking at you with such precious eyes – full of concern – and a gentle, understanding expression. Her head was tilted just slightly with a small, hopeful smile on her lips.
“Alright,” you sighed, returning her smile.
“I know something that can help get your mind off it,” Nayeon leaned over the central console. “Just don’t crash.”
“Nayeon that’s not necessary–” you began as she unbuckled your pants and began pulling them down.
“Do you have any idea how hard you made me cum earlier?” she whispered before diving her face down between your legs and licking your balls. “This is just payback.”
Before you could respond, you felt her lips on your tip. A rush of excitement shot up your spine as the wetness of Nayeon’s mouth enveloped your cock. It took all your power to focus on driving once Nayeon had started bobbing her head up and down gently.
Luckily, you were already at her apartment, so you quickly pulled over in front of their building. Since it was fairly late there seemed to be no one walking around, so you had some sense of comfort knowing you were unlikely to get caught. Still, you were on a completely open street where anyone could walk by, and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.
It wasn’t guaranteed that no one would walk by, but at this point you were so engrossed in Nayeon’s blowjob that you once again tonight decided you didn’t care anymore. You pulled the latch and laid your seat down all the way. Once fully reclined, you rested a hand on Nayeon’s back and closed your eyes, focusing everything on Nayeon’s mouth. She kept her pace steady, not too fast, and definitely not too slow – at this point it was really just your own stress holding you back from blowing.
So you tried to relax some more – as if laying here with the setting sun’s warmth barely lighting up your car and Nayeon sucking your cock as if she was your girlfriend wasn’t enough. You really tried to let go of everything, no more pictures, no more angry pretend-girlfriend, no more emotional messes, no more work – just Nayeon’s mouth.
Sure enough, it was working. Or, probably, Nayeon had just been sucking you off for long enough for nothing else to matter to your body. You felt it coming, and part of you just wanted to freeze and it let it happen, but the courteous thing to do would be to at least let Nayeon know you were about to fill her mouth. Selfishly, you decided it was Nayeon’s problem, even as she was here doing you the favor. She’d understand – hopefully.
Regardless, it didn’t matter anymore as finally you could fade away into bliss, finally you could let go of the stresses of life, the difficulties of feelings and relationships. All you had to worry about now was the fountain of white you had begun launching into Nayeon’s mouth. She squealed, clearly surprised by the first shot, but Nayeon was far from inexperienced. She didn’t let off – she kept bobbing up and down your cock, albeit slightly slower now and with the occasional whine.
As much as you wanted to see Nayeon’s cute cheeks filling up with your cum, the strength needed to sit yourself up was non-existent. You conceded to the shivers shooting up your spine, the pleasure rushing through your brain, and you lay there with your hand resting on Nayeon’s back, simply taking in the slopping noises Nayeon’s mouth was making against your cock.
Once thoroughly drained, you finally groaned yourself up, bringing your seat upright.
“My–”
“Don’t,” Nayeon held up her hand as she wiped her lips. “I don’t even want to hear it.”
“I really don’t know why I didn’t say anything.”
“It’s whatever, I’ll let it slide this time,” Nayeon shook her head and grabbed the handle to her door. “What’s your plan now? Wanna come up?”
“Still horny?”
“Oh please,” Nayeon scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re one to talk. Really, how can you even have that much left in you after everything?”
“Good diet, I supposed,” you grinned at her before sighing again. “I would, but Sana has been a bit sensitive lately, I should probably avoid skipping nights with her for a bit.”
“Ah, right,” Nayeon frowned, letting go of the handle. “You know, you could take a couple days off, I can get a ride with someone else.”
“What? Then who’s going to fuck the shit out of you throughout the day?”
“I’m being serious,” Nayeon burst out laughing. “Really, if you wanna spend some more time with Sana–”
“My job is for all of you, not just Sana,” you stated firmly. “She understands that. I still get to see her at night even on days when she doesn’t come into the office, everything’s good between us.”
“Alright,” Nayeon bit her lip softly.
“You don’t seem convinced.”
“No, I believe you.”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t.”
“What?” Nayeon raised an eyebrow. “Did something happen?”
“It’s just that Momo said something kinda similar,” you explained, “something about how I wasn’t taking this relationship thing with Sana seriously enough.”
“Ah,” Nayeon turned towards you some more, opening up her body. “Do you feel that way?”
“I mean, I obviously have a lot of love for Sana, but how seriously can I take this relationship thing we have going on? Like, come on, I’m still fucking her closest friends on a daily basis.”
“No one said it’s a simple situation, you obviously have an unorthodox career thing going on.”
“But?”
Nayeon smiled warmly as you read her mind. “But, that doesn’t mean that the feelings aren’t real. Forget about the physical sex you’re having with the others for just a moment.”
“How can I just ignore that part?”
“Well–”
“Let me ask you this,” you cut her off, “do you really think you’d be cool with it if I was your boyfriend and I was also fucking Momo every day?”
“That’s…” Nayeon sighed. “But then why do you do it? Why are you even pretending to be in a relationship with her?”
“I…”
“You can fuck all nine of us basically whenever you want, so what’s even the point? Why go through the headache?”
“I don’t really know…”
“Do you love her?”
“Nayeon, of course–”
“No, that’s not what I’m asking,” Nayeon stared, unwavering, into your eyes. “I know you love her, but I also know she’s not the only one, and she’s definitely not the only one who loves you.”
The first person that came to your mind was Mina and that confession from the contract renewal day. Then the others, and lastly the girl sitting right in front of you. You felt a slight stab in the chest when you thought about Nayeon, because at this point you basically knew she had feelings for you.
“It’s a bit too late at this point,” Nayeon continued, “the truth is, you’re right. I wouldn’t be okay with it if you were my boyfriend and also fucking the other members.”
“And I’d assume you also don’t think Sana would be okay with it?”
Nayeon gave you a meek smile before continuing. “Do you love her enough to pick her over everyone else? If you had to choose, would she be the one?”
“I guess I have to make that decision, don’t I?”
“That’s the thing, you don’t,” Nayeon replied as she reached for the door handle again. “But maybe you should.”
With that, she left the car, leaving you staring at her as she walked through the doors to her building – a whole new problem stuck in your head.
—
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“You smell like sex,” Sana replied without even sparing a glance away from her phone. She sat on the couch in nothing but a loose shirt and some purple panties, her knees up to her chest. “Nayeon?”
“Yeah, sorry, I’ll go shower real qu–”
“No need,” Sana tossed her phone to the side and reached up for your arms, dragging you onto the couch with her. “You hungry? We have leftovers, I could warm something up for you.”
“I’m alright, not much of an appetite right now,” you murmured as you buried your face into Sana’s neck.
“Is everything alright? You’ve seemed a bit more stressed than usual lately.”
“Yeah, just tired I guess,” you sighed softly.
Sana gently rubbed your back, holding you tight in her embrace. “Can I help?” she asked, her tone caring and full of concern.
“You’re already helping,” you squeezed, “I can’t ask for more.”
“I don’t know if I agree.”
Slowly, you lifted yourself up. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you think I’ve been a bit unfair to you these last couple of days? I’ve snapped at you and been difficult for no reason.”
“Sana, where is this coming from? Are you okay?”
“I just feel bad,” she admitted quietly, “you’re at the office before me, and you come home way later than me. I can see how hard you’ve been working recently and I just don’t feel like I’m doing my part.”
“Doing your part? Sweetheart, how can you think that for even a second? There’s no way you think my life is harder than yours, are you kidding me?”
“I’m not trying to compare, I’m just saying I wish I could do more for you. To help you.”
“You’re helping me more than you know,” you replied, pushing her hair out of her face. “Every day I look forward to coming home and seeing you here, waiting for me. You have no idea how much I love that.”
Sana smiled, a small twinkle in her eyes. “And I love being here when you come home,” she whispered before she leaned up towards you.
Meeting her halfway, you carefully slipped your hands under her body. Your foreheads touched softly, and her breathing slowed down. The eye contact, this close and personal, was unreal; There was this deep connection, silent and aching, that both of you experienced together.
Once you finally pressed your lips to hers – your eyes closing slowly – it felt better than you could have imagined. The kiss was tender and slow, full of anticipation and urgency. It felt both rushed and patient at the same time, your bodies working together and against each other simultaneously.
Her hands began clawing at your back, and your tongue slowly eased into her mouth, intertwining carefully with hers. You eased in a bit closer than you already were, deepening the kiss but keeping it tender, not rushing it at all.
Your hands wrapped around her small frame, holding her, reminding you that she was yours. Her gentle curves, her soft skin, and that tender love you felt – it was all yours.
Eventually you pulled apart, just enough for your lips to separate, and held close. Your deep breaths mixed as your mouths held just a few inches apart.
“I want more,” she whispered quietly.
“Take these off,” you whispered back, tugging at the purple panties she had on.
“Okay,” Sana purred as she pushed you back and turned around, grabbing the back of the couch and bending over at the hips. She pointed her ass towards you before she reached back with both hands and slowly revealed herself. “I’m all yours. You can fuck me, as much as you want. Use me, in any way you want.”
“No,” you whispered in response, crawling forward towards her and wrapping your arms around her, leaning right up against her ear. “Tell me what you want, because that’s what I want.”
She hesitated for a moment, shifting her body to the side.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” you whispered before you stood up from the couch and stripped down.
She bit her lip, staring up at you in deep thought. Even as you leaned forward and pulled her shirt off, leaving her sitting there with nothing on, she waited.
“What are you thinking about?” you asked, taking a seat on the couch with your cock in hand. “Anything at all, just tell me.”
Her breaths quickened and she began crawling over closer to you. “I just want to ride you,” Sana whispered as she straddled your lap and cupped your face in her hands. She sat down on your lap – her pussy right on top of your cock – and started kissing you passionately.
Her movements were fast, but calculated. No loud moans, no shrieks – only soft kisses and gentle caresses. She slid her hips forward and back, back and forward, coaxing you to life – as if you could get any harder.
Then she paused, for just a moment, to reach back and take a hold of your shaft. She lined you up, slipping it in as she lowered herself down, a drawn-out breath escaping her lips. Sana shut her eyes tight, relishing in the ecstasy of you filling her up, inhaling and exhaling through parted lips, scrunching up her forehead.
Patiently, you lay there, waiting for her to make the next move. Your hands rested gently against Sana’s thighs, holding her steady. You felt Sana’s hands as she opened her eyes, taking the lead and interlocking fingers with yours. She looked down at you, an emotional smile flashed across her face as she gave your hands a tender squeeze. Then, she lifted her body up, just to bring it slowly back down.
“Oh fuck,” you murmured as Sana rode you. She was slow, making sure you felt every movement, every bit of warmth and pleasure that her pussy could offer.
“You feel amazing,” Sana whispered, speeding up just a touch.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are right now,” you moaned, your features scrunching up as Sana’s pussy began taking over your mind. You became more active, moving your hips in tandem with Sana, but she still did most of the work.
This time felt different. You’ve, frankly put, fucked Sana’s pussy countless times at this point, but there was something special tonight. You didn’t expect to feel so much, Sana’s body, her movements, the grip she had on your hands as if holding on for dear life, it all came together so magically.
She worked your cock expertly, her toned abs staring into you as she moved, her gorgeous tits recoiling with each bounce. Nothing could be more perfect than Sana’s body. The way her face just filled with pleasure and longing, the beautiful curves of her frame, and every single sexy breath that escaped her lips.
“Oh my fucking–” you cried out softly. “You’re so fucking amazing. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Sana replied with a loud moan, picking up her pace some more. She was starting to build up a sweat, putting in as much effort as possible – all to make you feel good. Her warmth engulfed you, her pussy soaked and tender. She would let out a little gasp, a soft squeal, each and every time your cock disappeared inside her body.
Every little movement felt like it was echoing, your senses reverberating harder than ever, an overwhelming sense of pleasure and delight that you still managed to swallow up. Every shiver and pulse, each one felt like an attack on your mind, each one feeling better than the last. Sana’s body, softer than ever, was doing things to you that you’ve never felt before. That mutual connection, quiet yet loud, was driving you insane. You could feel it in every fibre of your body – the end was near.
Then, as feelings hit an all-time high, and pleasure coursed through your body, you let out a sharp gasp before your mind faded to darkness. Everything happened so fast, you couldn’t keep up; Your body froze, laying there like a statue while Sana rode it out. She did it all, moving her hips back and forth as you filled her pussy up, your warm cum spilling out of her and back onto your own body. It felt fucking amazing, better than ever.
“Sana–”
“Just relax,” she whispered, letting go of your hands and lowering herself onto your chest. “I’m here, just breathe.”
Her words brought you comfort, that tone she spoke in – she probably could have said literally anything and it would have worked. Then, she began planting soft kisses against your chest, still moving her hips side to side just enough to keep it going.
Eventually, as your brain was overloaded with stimulation, your body finally began calming down. Now, alongside your heavy breathing, was just the feeling of Sana’s tender kisses.
Your cock slipped out of her warmth, and another fresh wave of cum spilled from her body. As much as you wanted to just lay there with her and enjoy the moment, you knew the mess needed to be addressed.
Carefully and methodically, you turned Sana onto her back and gave her a kiss. She wrapped her legs around your hips, pulling you in closer. You both ended up in a frenzy of passion and love, mouths glued together as neither dared to separate.
She felt so soft against your skin, her warmth radiating through you as your heartbeats combined into one unified rhythm. Her tongue grazed against your teeth, twisting and mixing against your tongue while staying gentle, like a romantic little dance.
As much as you would have loved to kiss her forever, you felt the natural end. You lifted yourself up slowly, pausing just to admire the way Sana’s chest heaved with each deep breath she took, her eyes wide and loving as she stared up at you.
“That was fucking amazing,” you smiled at her as you got off her and began walking towards the bathroom. “Let me grab some wipes, we made a mess.”
“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about first,” Sana spoke softly, sitting up on the couch. “If that’s okay?”
“Sure, everything alright?” you let go of the bathroom door’s handle and turned around.
“Well,” she hesitated, waiting for you to sit down next to her. Only once you took a seat did she continue. “I spoke to Tzuyu today and she told me what she did.”
“She…” your body went warm. “The pictures?”
“Yes.”
It took a moment for you to ask the next question. For some reason, the way Sana was acting – her body language and tone – something about it had you slightly uncomfortable. You were a bit on edge, nervous maybe, and you weren’t entirely sure why but you had a feeling you weren’t going to like what she had to say.
“What did she say?” you asked softly.
“She told me she almost quit,” Sana muttered quietly under her breath.
“Yeah, she told me the same,” you placed your hand on Sana’s thigh trying your best to be encouraging.
“Promise me something,” she looked up into your eyes. “Promise me that no matter what I’m about to tell you, that you won’t tell anyone that I’m telling you.”
“Sana…”
“Promise me.”
Your heartbeat quickened and warmth flushed through your skin. “Alright, I promise,” you finally replied.
“The pictures were her choice–”
“What do you mean, her choice?”
“Let me explain,” Sana continued, her eyes beginning to well up. “She… She felt like it was her way to take back control. She said the way those guys made her feel, how special they made her feel during negotiations, she missed that feeling.”
“But…”
“I’m paraphrasing obviously. She was hurt, she was vulnerable, and she knows she fucked up.”
“I just don’t understand, why?”
“It’s very human to do things you wouldn’t normally do as a way to seek validation or affirmation,” Sana spoke softly, still very clearly fighting back tears. “Especially if she felt unseen or overlooked. She said they were nothing but kind, and that it was all her own decision. That’s also why she felt so bad when you got so upset about it.”
“When you say unseen or overlooked, you’re talking about me,” you replied quietly.
“Kind of,” she answered quietly, her expression full of pain and sorrow. “But maybe it’s my fault. I’ve definitely played a role, it’s not only your burden to bear.”
“No, Sana,” your vision began blurring. “I’m not going to let you blame yourself. This is on me, my fuck up.”
“Don’t say that,” a tear fell down her cheek. “It’s not your fault. I hurt her, even if she won’t say it, I know I did.”
“Please–”
“I love you, a lot, I promise I mean it,” Sana muttered softly as the tears began spilling freely down her face. “But I can’t, I can’t do this. As much as I love you, I also love my members, and I don’t have it in me to hurt any of them like this.”
“Sana–”
“I can’t do it,” Sana sniffled, “maybe one day this could work, but not right now.”
The heaviest silence you’ve ever experienced engulfed the room, leaving the two of you in a darkness that could be felt through your skin. There wasn’t anything left to be said, minds were made, decisions decided. This was it.
“We can make this work, Sana, I know we can,” you pleaded desperately as tears filled your eyes. “Please.”
“Remember when we started dating?” Sana wiped her nose with the back of her hand, more tears spilling down her face. “I told you there were three conditions, and I didn’t know the third one yet but one day you’d have to accept it?”
“Yeah, and I said that was unfair.”
“I know,” Sana smiled through the tears. “It is unfair–”
“Don’t do this.”
“But here’s my third condition. I need you to let this end. I promise you this isn’t easy for me, but it needs to happen. I wish it didn’t, but it does.”
“Sana–”
She silenced you by pulling you into a hug. There was just as much love and care as ever, but all you could feel was the resounding desolation coursing throughout your body. Even as Sana sobbed against you, there was nothing but a bleak emptiness in your head.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered quietly.
Turns out that Nayeon was wrong about one thing, you didn’t have to make the decision to pick Sana over the others – she made it for you.
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A/N:
You guys have been so damn amazing and patient, and I know a lot of you have been waiting for this story to come back, so here it is! I promise I'm not rushing the chapters, I just found some more time to write as I've needed a bit of an escape from life. I really hope you guys enjoy!
For those of you who have been following the story for a while, it's finally coming next chapter, the Yeji cameo that I've been teasing for way too long. It won't be exclusively Yeji next chapter, as you might have noticed the chapters are a bit longer now, so expect some steamy scenes from someone else as well.
Let me know what you guys think! We're sort of in the end-game of the story now, a lot of teasers and hints from the past are finally going to get paid off. Stuff I've planned for years, finally turning into words. No promises for when the next chapter comes out, but if people respond well to this I'll try to make it sooner rather than later!
You’ve always loved the carnival. The yellow lights splash across the land like streaks of fire, growing ever more alluring the closer you get. The Ferris wheel is the first to appear—giant, unmistakable. Then the merry-go-round with the painted horses comes into view. Nearby, a huge tent hides the mirror maze underneath.
When you’re right up there, the stalls selling popcorn and potato snacks pop up, filling the evening air with salt and warmth. Maybe you’re a little too old for most of the rides now, but that doesn’t really matter. It’s about how it makes you feel, right?
You thought you’d noticed all the highlights on your way there. But something still feels just out of sight, like the memory is yet to fully take shape.
Then you see. You’d missed something—no, someone important. She might just be the most important attraction here for you.
You don’t remember your childhood best friend being this beautiful.
Your gaze locks onto Kazuha, wearing a sporty white crop top and a baseball cap. Fits the theme. Her jet-black hair dances in the wind, but never blocks her view as she aims a long air rifle at the board of balloons—a fierce look in her eyes.
And when dawn breaks, she’ll disappear, like the carnival itself. Again.
“Still awful at aiming, huh?” Your voice catches her off-guard as she’s reloading for a second try.
She turns sharply—bullets slip from her fingers and roll towards you. You promptly stop them with your feet. “Careful, butterfingers,” you add as you bend to pick them up.
Her eyes stare at you for a moment, flickering with something unreadable, before going back to the natural cockiness you’ve always seen her sport.
She snatches the bullets out of your palm with a scoff. “Not awful. I was compensating for the wind—it changed direction at the last second.”
“Right,” you reply, amused.
“And someone I haven’t seen in years randomly shows up? I think some shock is warranted.”
She takes another shot. This one almost hits the operator a few feet away from the target.
“You know you’re supposed to hit the balloons, right?” You gesture to the board. “Let me have a try before you end up hitting some poor kid around here.”
Kazuha grits her teeth at that comment. As competitive as ever.
“I’m going for the harder balloons at the back. They keep moving.” She puts all her focus on this shot—posture adjusted, wind analyzed and eyes narrowed.
The bullet flies, and this time, hits her target. The balloon pops with a loud crack, startling some kids nearby.
“Yes!” She punches the air. The operator hands over a big teddy bear to her. Kazuha flips you the finger with a smug smile, hugging the bear to her chest.
“You still have a couple bullets left,” someone reminds her. She reaches for the gun—but before her hand can get close, you quickly pick it up. You point it at the same area she was aiming at and fire off two quick shots in succession. Both hit your target, much to her visible displeasure.
Two plushies for you. You turn towards Kazuha and hold them up in mock triumph, taking in the spite written all over her face. It only makes you feel warmer inside.
“Being the gentleman I am.” You offer her both the bears. “I will let the lady have her prizes.”
She rolls her eyes at that and gives the bears to some kid roaming around. He snatches them from her hands and runs away, without so much as a thank you.
A woman nearby, likely his mother, stops and chides the kid. “Go on, thank the nice lady. You can’t be rude like that.”
“Yeah, thank the nice lady who couldn’t win a single thing till I showed up,” you whisper into Kazuha’s ear. She endures the lecture with a tight, polite smile.
”No, no, it’s completely alright. I know how kids can be sometimes.” She grabs your wrist as an excuse and pulls you away with her.
Soon enough, the pair annoying her disappear from view. ”I hate kids,” she mutters, not realizing she can let go of your wrist now.
“That’s funny.” You let her lead. “Because the last time I saw you, you were one.”
Evening slowly dips into night, and more and more lights are being switched on. Kazuha adjusts her cap, tying her hair back with a rubber band. Her perfectly fitting crop top slides up a little as she raises her arms, revealing more of her toned midriff. But the view is fleeting—her hands drop back down, searching for your wrist before she notices she doesn’t need to hold you anymore.
The smell of burnt sugar and frying oil thickens as more stalls open up. Laughter from kids on nearby rides echoes through the air. You’ve walked these places with Kazuha before. But the way her fingers brush her wrist now—you hope, maybe it was yours she was reaching for.
You get the lightest feeling you're seeing her differently this time.
“Gosh it’s been…” She tries to count the years, but gives up. “Forever. Didn't even know if you were alive. Or if you offed yourself for losing to me in too many games.”
“You could’ve known, you know, if you ever bothered to reach out after disappearing.”
She ignores that comment. You want to press again, but the night is just getting started. Maybe you'll get your answers later. Maybe. But for now, you'll let it slide.
“Speaking of games in which you lose to me—” She stops, revealing where she’s been leading you: a big toy hammer leaning against a massive target, and a tower of numbers climbing all the way up to 1000.
You know you’ve been had.
“Remember this?” she asks with a cheeky grin—planned all along.
“Clear as day.” You deadpan.
“Thought I'd give you one last chance to try and beat me.”
The sting of losing to her all those years ago suddenly feels fresh and piercing. There's no way you're still worse than her at this, right? You are a grown man now, and she’s just a girl.
“Loser has to buy the other marshmallows, same rules,” she continues, sweetly. You curse yourself under your breath. You’ve given her way too much money in this stupid game.
“Fine. Who goes first?” You pick up the hammer, feeling its weight.
”Since it’s already in your hand, I’ll let you go ahead, gentleman.” She hands over some change to the operator nearby.
You cannot let her beat you. Not again. Not this time.
You take two practice swings. Grip firm. Stance solid. Hammer lined up dead-center. This can’t go wrong. On the third swing, you go for it, hitting it hard with a satisfying thump which makes the marker shoot up. It races past the initial numbers, and your heart kicks up with it. Maybe this is it. Maybe this time you finally win.
To your dismay, the pace drops rapidly near the top. 800, 850, 900, and the marker comes to rest at 950. One square away from a 1000.
“Not bad.” She almost seems genuine—then the corners of her lips slowly curl up. “But clearly, there’s room for improvement.”
“Oh, cut it out, Zuha. No way you’re making 1000.”
She doesn’t respond right away, picking up the mallet and trying to block out the crowd noise. Her fingers curl around the handle, and that familiar smirk returns. No practice strikes for Kazuha—she’s going all in. But just as she’s about to bring the hammer down, her foot catches on a rock. The swing goes wide, and the hammer almost slips out of her hand.
You burst into laughter, but she’s unfazed. She takes another swing, making sure her feet are clear this time. The sound the button makes is enough to cut through your laughter and let you know she’s smacked it.
The marker shoots up again, and it’s hard to tell if it’s faster than yours. The pace drops like it did for you: 850, 900, 950—and then it ekes out a slow, grinding climb to a perfect 1000.
Not again.
”Streak still alive. Guess you just lost a strength game to a girl, again.” Not trying to be subtle today.
Her arms don’t look remotely like they pack that much power. They’re long, slender, and smooth—not the kind that throws down 1000s like it’s nothing.
What does she even do to be so strong? Although it’s weirdly attractive in a way you don’t quite know how to explain. You don’t know how to explain a lot of things about her tonight—her eyes sparkle with the reflections of the lights surrounding you, and if you stare into the golden streaks in them long enough, it’s almost enough for you to feel something.
Though that could just be the nostalgia talking, you argue.
You have no choice but to add to the already large amount Kazuha has looted from you in this game.
“The lady in the food stall is still the same.” She dips a marshmallow into the chocolate dip and nibbles on it.
“Maybe she loves—” A running kid bumps into Kazuha, pushing her off balance. Her chocolate spills all over your fingers.
“You little shit!” you shout, but he’s long gone already. You steady her with your clean hand. “You okay? Didn’t knock the wind out of you or anything?”
“No, I’m alright.” She brushes herself off. “Was the same kid from before. I suppose this is what I get for trying to give him some teddy bears.”
“Did earn him a lecture.” You hold up your fingers, showing them coated in her dip. “He made my hand a mess too.”
“Well, can’t let my hard-earned snacks go to waste now.” She pops a marshmallow into her mouth and lifts your fingers to her plush lips. She pauses for a second, then slides them into her mouth, sucking the chocolate off like it’s an everyday occurrence.
In her defense, it could have passed for one. A few years back. But right now, it does not feel so everyday to you. Kazuha’s warmth envelops your fingers, savoring the sweetness from you so casually. You hope she doesn’t catch the flush creeping on your face. She’s quick with it—you’re in public after all, but it’s enough to get your pulse racing. Her tongue slips out to lick the remaining off her lower lip.
“Mouth clean?” she asks.
You wish it weren’t (maybe you could have offered to clean it off).
But it is, and you report that truthfully.
You were staring at her face maybe a bit too long—her delicate lips, fierce dark eyes (soft underneath, you know), strands of hair framing her face like she’s a photograph—a moment to be captured, and it’s long enough for Kazuha to notice. She tilts her head, amusement slipping into her eyes.
”All okay? Did I suddenly turn too beautiful for you to take your eyes off me?”
(You have no idea.)
“What—no, no.” You stumble over your words, eyes darting around for an excuse to change the topic. The gigantic rotating structure right behind her catches your eye.
“I was admiring the Ferris wheel behind you. Brilliant architecture, right?” And if your memory serves you right, this might just prove to be the best excuse.
“It’s alright. What’s so brilliant about it?” You can feel her smug exterior crumbling ever so slightly.
“It’s the biggest attraction here and we should definitely go on it once.” (Second biggest.)
“Nuh uh.” She knows your intentions.
“Oh my, the strong and mighty Nakamura Kazuha still pisses her pants at heights.”
“That happened once,” she protests.
“Do you know what happened every time we went on the wheel? You holding—no, crushing my hands and not letting go no matter how much I cried.”
”That won’t happen again, because we aren’t going on it,” she says with an air of finality.
“Can’t believe you’re still afraid of heights.” You shake your head in disappointment.
“I’m not.”
“Then we’re going on it—right now. Even little Zuha wanted to go on the ride. Every single time. Have you really become more of a coward?”
A long sigh leaves her mouth. She’s conflicted, but you can sense the side you’re rooting for is winning the battle.
“Are you gonna hold my hand again when we get to the top?” you ask, waiting in line after getting the tickets.
“Not a chance,” she retorts.
The queue is short, and your turn comes quickly. Kazuha’s denim shorts ride up her thighs as she sits down, and you try not to stare too long. You take your seat next to her in the cramped cabin. The operator pulls the metal bar down with a clang, locking the two of you in place.
The wheel moves a little, then stops for the next passengers to get in.
“The worst part is the loading, really.” She leans forward a bit to look at how far the ground is from her.
After peeking down, she immediately snaps back in place. “Nope, shouldn’t have let you talk me into this.”
“Hey calm down. Let’s maybe try to talk about something else. What have you been up to? My guess is training to be a professional athlete.”
The wheel is set into motion, and Kazuha breathes again.
“Good guess.” She snorts. “But no. Regular adult life, mostly. Nothing as glamorous as that.”
The wheel stops for the next loading, about halfway up now. You are suspended several dozen feet in the air, feet dangling below. The cart rocks unevenly, making it worse, at times tilting almost perpendicular to the ground. Kazuha’s face is red. She looks like she’s about to throw up.
“Hey, think this is a good time to ask—” She turns to you nervously, voice shaking. ”Are you seeing someone?”
“Not currently, no.”
”So I won’t get jumped by some girl for holding your hand, right?” Her hand slips into yours, palm in palm. She grips you hard—the usual, but you were the one who got her on this time, so you’ll bear it.
“Only if I won’t have to deal with any jealous boyfriends or exes either.” Your other palm moves on top of hers, affirming her grip. She relaxes a little at the touch.
“Boyfriends, no; exes, I’ll trust you to defend yourself if it comes to that.” She rests her head on your shoulder. Her hair falls behind you, brushing softly against the back of your neck.
“Tell me something. If you’re so afraid of heights, why did you want to go on it every time we came here?”
The wheel is moving again, and you’re on the way to the top now.
“Look.” She motions towards what you’re already seeing. The small-town houses look like mere dots across the landscape, none of the buildings tall enough to display any of their features. Rolling green fields surround the town, broken only by the occasional winding road.
Below, the carnival stretches out, cheap decorations and all, but charming in its own right. The striking yellow lights tie it all together. A scene worth the ride.
“I love the view. The town looks absolutely stunning from here.”
“So why'd you just up and leave one day? Seems rather unfair to the town.” (To the town.)
“Because.” She shrugs. “How could anyone be content where they are?”
“Dunno. I could be pretty content staying right here.” You turn, looking into the eyes which effortlessly held your attention the entire evening.
The wheel comes to a slowing halt right at the very top.
“Talking about the view or me?” Her eyes look back at you, pupils dilating in the lush ambient glow around. You could stare into them forever.
“I mean the view—” Your throat tightens. Words stuck in your mouth.
"Is that all you were gonna say?"
“You, you look so beautiful.” You barely manage to get it out.
“Kiss me, then.”
What happens next is a blur. Purely instinctual.
She pulls you in, your lips connecting like opposite poles of a magnet, finally allowed to meet. Your hand wraps around her waist, and her fingers thread through your hair. Her lips are soft and warm—perfect.
There’s still a trace of chocolate from earlier, not that her mouth needs any help being sweet. Her nose brushes slightly against yours, and you keep her lips locked in place, almost like you’re afraid she might disappear again.
A soft whimper leaves your mouth, letting her know how much you’ve wanted this. She tilts your head towards her, finding the perfect angle for you to feel her lips full against yours, her body moving closer. The air between you carries her scent—fresh, floral, sharp.
You wish you could freeze this moment: Kazuha’s lips pressed to yours, the kiss full of everything neither of you could say aloud.
She pulls away for a second, her fingers still tangled in your hair, not willing to let you go. She looks into your eyes, searching for a reaction to what she did.
“Didn’t think I’d ever see you like this,” you murmur.
”Feels right.” Her lips part in a soft smile.
You cup her cheeks and pull her back in, her lips crashing onto yours. You aren’t satisfied with one round. You couldn’t be satisfied with a million rounds.
The wheel is back in motion, the cart rocking gently. Neither of you care. In your world, the two of you are still, existing only for each other.
The night is warm; it’s still summer, but there’s a cool breeze flowing through you now. You’re unsure if it’s because of the ride or the released tension. No—it has to be the kiss. Normal breezes don’t feel this freeing.
The rest of the ride passes in a mix of fervent kisses and dodging onlookers whenever the cart dips too low for comfort. Kissing you seems to work better than any antidote for Kazuha’s acrophobia—you don’t hear another complaint from her. All her attention is on you.
Eventually, the ride slows to a stop. You lend her a hand getting off the cart (though she'll deny ever needing help with that). Palm in hers, barrier lifted.
“Next time, maybe I won't have to fight to get you on this thing?”
“Maybe you will.” She steps out of the cart, getting on the trimmed grass with you.
”I’d do a lot worse things to kiss you like that again.”
The lips you just kissed waver into a smile as she sweeps a few strands of hair out of her eyes.
“Didn’t know you had a flirt in you.”
“You weren’t around for my best years.” The thought reminds you. “You never told me why you left.”
She takes your wrist in her hand and starts walking, going who knows where again. Her eyes drift toward the fields far away, like she could find her answer there if she tried hard enough.
“Not my call, really. Mom wanted a fresh start, I think.” She kicks a stone. It skips past a nearby stall. “Said I'll get more opportunities in a big city. More exposure, yada yada. Probably just excuses.”
Her voice trails off for a second, like she’s holding back the rest. Excuses for what? But instead of continuing, she just keeps walking. You decide to give her space for now.
“So, did you? Got into any new stuff?”
“One or two.” Her gaze drops to her feet.
“Like what?”
“Ballet.”
You break into a smile. “Didn't peg you for a pirouette. All that inhuman strength—and you chose ballet?”
“Shut up. I’m good at it.”
“Yeah, I'm gonna need to see a performance to decide, live.”
She scoffs. “In your dreams.”
The walk keeps going. She pulls you past the stretched-out haunted house and the bumper cars. The carnival music fades, speakers switched off one by one as the night gets deeper.
“Do you have a place in mind, or are you just taking me in circles?”
”We are going somewhere. It’s been waiting since we got here, you’ll see.” She rounds the corner and stops in her tracks. Lifting your hand, she points to the huge tent in front of you. “We're here.”
Mirror maze.
“Why does it feel like you've been calling the shots the whole night and I'm just following you?”
“When have I ever taken a bad decision?”
You don’t even bother with a response, and just look away.
“Come on, you’re really gonna pretend we didn’t have fun here?” Kazuha continues, half-challenging. Truth is, there's a spark in her eyes you'd follow anywhere.
You shrug. “Don’t know. Don’t remember much of this.”
”So the onus is on me to make this memorable for you.” She nods like she’s been expecting this.
“What does that even mean?”
Ignored. You turn to the ticket stand—only to find it shut down.
“Zuha, it’s closed. Guess we’re too late.”
A playful smile creeps on her lips. “Just as planned. Follow me.” She heads to the back of the tent, where there’s no one around. Lifting a loose flap, she pulls you in and lets it fall shut behind you.
Shiny is the first word you’d use to describe the place. Disorienting the second. It feels like you’re in one of those high school physics puzzles: Given k mirrors at various angles, calculate how many images you’ll see. The answer to this one is millions. Millions of yourselves and Kazuhas surround you, some even intersecting at odd angles.
You take a step—only to hit yourself on the head. All the Kazuhas around you grin widely as you rub your forehead.
“Watch and learn,” she says and strides forward. Not an obstacle in her path. Eyes locked ahead, no hesitation, almost like the mirrors themselves part to make way for her.
“Caught that grace? Ballet.”
“If you brought me here just to show off again.” You roll your eyes at her. “I'd rather leave.”
She keeps walking, taking right and left turns at specific spots like she's memorized the entire map. You follow. The way she moves—self-assured, hips swaying ever so lightly—is captivating nonetheless.
Your thoughts spill out before you have a chance to catch them. “Though I’d be content just watching you like this.”
That’s not how you talk to your childhood friend.
A soft laugh slips from her. “I thought you wanted to leave a minute ago. Anyway, I didn’t bring you here to show off. I brought you here to show something, if it still exists…” She taps behind the panel of one of the mirrors. “We're in luck.”
“What the heck are you talking about?”
“Shh.” Her finger brushes your lips—light, deliberate. It lingers there a second longer than it needs to. Your heartbeat stumbles. You want to kiss her fingertips, suck them into your mouth like she did yours, but you don't.
“I know you said you can't recall much. But try jogging your memory, do you remember when we used to play hide-and-seek here?”
You take a look around, and in the reflections, the past becomes clearer. Environmental memory and all.
“Somewhat. Didn’t you always vanish for way too long?”
“Precisely. I'm about to reveal to you where I used to hide.” Kazuha motions with a flair suited for revealing a lifelong secret.
She pulls at a mirror. It gives way to a relatively small space—just enough for the two of you to fit, with a little room to spare. Brown walls, a break from the bright and shine everywhere, make it feel like a private spot made only for you both.
You step in first, Kazuha slips in after you. As she moves past, her chest brushes against your hands—slow, almost like she wants you to touch her. You can hear—no, feel her breathing. Steady. Yours isn’t.
A second later, she's in place. The mirror slides shut behind her, darkness swallowing you both.
“Give it a minute, your eyes will adjust,” she murmurs, her hand settling on your shoulder to steady you. “Unless you’d prefer to feel your way around instead.”
You’re facing each other, backs against opposite walls.
“Is this the first time you’re here with someone?”
She nods. Kazuha’s floral scent hits you stronger now that you’re this close to her. You’re almost scared to breathe her in twice.
Your eyes adjust, just enough to make out her face. You can’t help but admire how gorgeous she is, right there in front of you, even if you can barely see her in the dark.
Almost like she knows what you’re thinking, she stands on her toes to reach a panel behind you. She pushes it open, letting a few rays of light in. They illuminate her face a little, her features even more striking in the dim golden light. The light carves across her cheekbones, emphasizing their sharpness.
And yet, it’s the same Kazuha you’ve seen a million times.
“What if someone sees us?”
“Nobody will. It leads nowhere, I know this maze inside out. We have this place to ourselves.”
Her thighs touch yours as she settles back into place. It’s incredible how sure of herself, confident, she can be even when she can’t see anything. Or maybe it’s because you’re here with her.
“Why are we here?” you ask softly.
“I’m not staying here long.”
Her words land like a stone in your chest. It wasn’t exactly a surprise, you had no idea why she was even here, but it was easy to get lost in the memories with her and pretend this was permanent.
It’s not though, and her words remind you—maybe both, that this night is fleeting. You need to make it count.
She brushes the back of your neck. The warmth of her body is comforting, even in the summer, heating you up. The silence hanging tells you exactly what you have to do.
You cup her cheek and pull her in, lips meeting yours. You slip a hand around her waist, impossibly slender against you. Maybe there was truth to her claims on grace after all.
Her fingers are tangled in your hair again, messier this time—like she wants to show you exactly how much she wants this. Wants you. She pauses for a second, her lips grazing your ear, breath hot on you.
“And when I said you can feel your way around,” Kazuha whispers. “I meant my body too.”
You don’t move at first.
Not because you don’t want to—God, you do—but because this version of her, the one offering herself to you in the dark, feels almost too surreal to touch. Like one wrong move and she’ll vanish. Disappear into thin air. Again.
“You okay?”
You nod. “I just... I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
Her fingers find your chin. She tilts it toward her. “I’m here now. So touch me.”
Your hands trace the outline of her figure. You've touched her before—games, scrapes, fights—but never like this. Never with intentions like this. You slide down the curve of her back, her skin damp from the heat, before finally resting on her ass.
Your fingers hang there awkwardly—hesitant, unsure what to do. Kazuha notices. She places her free hand on yours, guiding, and presses your hand into the soft curve of her ass. It’s plump, yielding, and fits perfectly in your palm.
“Feels good?” she asks, voice low.
“Mhm,” you breathe.
Satisfied, her lips return to yours. You squeeze her ass cheeks again. A soft moan escapes her, caught by your mouth before it can go anywhere else.
The tip of your tongue grazes her lips, asking for entry. And her lips part willingly. Your tongue slides against Kazuha’s in her mouth—hungry, slick, and deep.
For once in her life, she’s happy to lose to you. Her tongue submits to yours, letting you savor her mouth at your own pace.
Her hand drifts down, fingers tracing the outline of your hardness, already heavy against your pants. She cups it with her palm, groping, gently stroking through the cloth. It only makes you harder. Throbbing. And a grunt slips out at how she's touching you.
She tugs at your pants, asking for more. You grab her wrist and lift it away.
“My turn.”
Her brow lifts slightly, but the corners of her mouth curl in approval. “Someone’s feeling bold tonight.”
You sink to your knees, planting kisses on the abs you've seen all night, but never really admired how fit they are. Tight, slim, built to be shown off, worshipped. And worship them you will, tasting her skin with your tongue, licking across her midriff. Her skin has a hint of salt, sweat glistening under the light, but she still manages to taste sweet.
“Can we at least take my shorts off?” she huffs.
You look up, meeting her eyes. “We've got all night.”
Still, you decide not to torture her further. You unzip her denim shorts and slide it down in one fluid motion. Her black panties greet you, fabric stretched over the shape of her lips, outline clear. You only need one touch to feel how drenched she is, and it’s immediately clear why she needed them off.
Her inner thighs are a creamy, milky white, tempting you to taste more of her. You start with kisses, then drag your tongue slowly over her soft skin. Her flavor is stronger on her thighs, more intense, addicting. You can't get enough.
Her muscles tense beneath your tongue, and Kazuha's fingers weave into your hair. Every flick of your tongue leaves her trembling, you're getting closer, but never close enough. She shifts her body, trying to press down on you, wanting something you won't quite give her.
It’s not like her to beg for anything. You’d probably laugh if someone told you she ever did. But now, for the first time, you hear her beg. Kazuha herself, whispering for release.
“Please.”
Your hands reach behind her and pull her panties down. Her pussy presents itself for you—bare, pink folds slick with a mix of sweat and arousal. Your tongue finishes its ascent, giving her core a long, slow lick. She whimpers, so satisfied. She’s warm, the heat on your tongue telling you just how much she’s been holding back.
Her grip tightens in your hair, urging you closer.
But you tease her instead, giving slow, deliberate licks—agonizingly gentle. You love how each moan slips out in rhythm with your touch, music only you get to hear.
“Someone might hear us,” you murmur, fully aware you’re the reason they might.
“Fuck,” she hisses. “Let them, then. Feels too—fuck, good.”
She gets wetter with every lick, your saliva mixing with her arousal, coating her pussy in a translucent mess. Some of her sweet nectar trickles into your mouth, and you savor every drop. Your hands wander to her ass, groping handfuls of her flesh, driving her further, closer, deeper into ecstasy.
“Clit too, please.”
You wrap your lips around her clit, one swirl of your tongue, and she’s squirming. Kazuha arches her back, trying to push herself further against your tongue, wanting all of you on her.
You pick up the rhythm, quick swipes of your tongue at her clit, and she melts into a moaning mess. Her hands clutch locks of your hair, not daring to let you go.
“Had no idea you were so fucking good at this.”
Her thighs lock on either side of your head, pushing you further and further into her heat. You can barely inhale anything but her pussy now—her sweat, slick, lust for you. You wouldn’t have it any other way. The more frantic her hands grow in your hair, the more you reward her with your mouth.
And it’s no surprise she’s already getting close. She grinds her pussy on your tongue, chasing her release. Her knees go weak, and her fingers dig deeper into your scalp, as if needing you just to stand upright. You press her further against the wall, steadying her.
Her wetness is all over herself, thighs, abs, pussy, coated in her own desire. Her moans take over the entire room—someone’s definitely hearing, and she couldn’t care less.
She’s screaming all sorts of things, your name included, and it’s the first time you’re hearing it in this flavor out of her mouth. You could get used to it.
As she finishes, a gush of juices flows into your mouth, and everywhere else. Your cheeks, lips, and neck are all a mess. Kazuha’s slick is all over you, and you could stay like this forever. (Not literally forever—good thing she always carries tissues)
“Maybe I did miss out on a few things,” she says between heavy breaths.
You look at her with an expression that says, I told you so.
You climb up and kiss her lips, offering her a sample of her own juices. Her tongue slips out to swipe at your mouth, tasting the mix of her slick and your spit, and she laps it up into her own. She lets you go once she’s satisfied.
“Not bad. Been a while since I’ve tasted myself.”
“You're kidding right? You taste incredible.” You wipe some off your mouth.
“Since when do you shower me with praise like this? Maybe I should disappear more often.”
She rests for a good few minutes, catching her breath. Once she's steady, her hand slides down to your pants once again, finding your cock pressing through it. “Can I have my turn now, Mr. Decision Taker?”
“Sure, but I don't see how anything can match up to the performance I just gave.”
“Ooh, shouldn't have gone there,” she purrs, dropping on her knees in front of you. Your pants are tugged down quickly, your hardness even more obvious on your underwear. “You have no idea what you started.”
“Or maybe I know exactly what I'm doing.” You grin, hand slipping through Kazuha's hair.
There’s no hesitation in her grip as she fondles your boner through the cloth, trying to familiarize herself with the shape before she even sees it.
“Brat…” She rolls her eyes as her fingers tighten on you.
“Just the way you like it.”
She slips her hands into your underwear and pulls your cock out. You’ve known those eyes your whole life—seen them light up over dumb jokes and game nights—but now, they’re locked on your cock like it’s the only thing that matters.
“Someone must have been feeling a little… constrained.” She runs her fingertips along your length, barely brushing. Every touch sends sparks dancing across your skin.
She glances up, catching the way you squirm. “Two can play at the teasing game.”
Your cock is throbbing, twitching for anything more than the ghost of her touch. Your thighs tense without permission, breath catching—shallow, uneven. You want to grab her hand, make her finish what she started. But you also want to stay still, because somehow the way she looks up at you, barely touching, is better than anything else could be.
Once she decides she’s done playing, she wraps her palm around you, slow strokes gliding up and down your length. You let go of a soft moan, ”Zuha…”
Her eyes meet yours and she strokes you firmer now, steadier. “I like hearing you say my name like that.”
“Keep going and you’ll be hearing it a lot more.”
She brings in her mouth close to your tip, tongue about to slip out—
—instead, a hot breath rolls over your skin. It hits you like lightning. Your cock pulses harder than before.
“Oops. That wasn’t intentional.” The smile tugging at her lips says otherwise. Her hand rubs gently over your tip, like nursing an injury. She holds your base firmer, leans in near your tip again—breath careful this time—and kisses it. Another, then another, and plants a line of kisses to your base.
Finally, her tongue slips out, and she licks you all the way back to the tip.
Kazuha gives you a few more licks, slow and deliberate, making sure not a single spot is untouched. Your cock is lathered with her spit, giving it a glossy finish.
“You taste good.” Her eyes glint up at you. “Could suck on this all night.”
You’re already getting weak for her. “Not sure I can last that long. But we’ll try.”
One of her hands drifts down to your balls, massaging you gently. Suddenly, she squeezes too hard.
“Ah—careful,” you wince, hips pulling back instinctively.
She lets go instantly. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Was that too hard?”
You nod.
“Should I stop with my hands?” A flush spreads over her cheeks, as if she’s second-guessing herself. Doesn’t happen often.
“Hey, it’s okay.” You stroke her hair, trying to soothe her. “I know you didn’t mean to. You can still do it if you like, just be a little gentle. They’re sensitive.”
“Okay, I'll be careful.” Her hands return to your balls, fondling with a calculated care.
“You look cute when you’re flustered.” You cup her face with one hand. “Don't think I've ever seen you like this.”
Her cheeks only flush a deeper red at that comment. She tries to ignore it and focuses her energy on your cock instead, trying to wipe that smile off your face.
Her hand spreads the slick mess all over your shaft. Your fingers dig deeper into her hair, urging her to take you in—and to your surprise, her lips immediately part open. Guilt always did make her more agreeable. Her hands rest on your thighs, steadying herself, breath hot against you.
Then she takes you into her mouth.
She’s soft. So warm. Incredibly wet. Her mouth wraps tight around you, tongue flat underneath, her spit making you slick as she slides deeper. Her cheeks hollow—sucking hard enough to pull a sharp gasp out of you. You twitch inside her mouth, and that is all the encouragement she needs to keep going.
Her tongue swirls around your cock, slurping loudly as she sucks, like she’s convinced it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.
She keeps you there for a while, her eyes gripped on yours, watching them roll back deeper with every passing second. Drool slips from her tongue, soaking your cock until it runs down and lands on her own midriff.
“Your mouth feels unreal.” It takes effort to even pronounce words. “Zuha.“ More moans of her name, as promised. You see the glimmer in her eyes every time you say it.
She slides you deeper into her throat, her lips brushing against your waist. Her throat constricts around you—so fucking tight. Kazuha’s making the dirtiest noises you’ve ever heard.
And when she finally can't take it—she pulls back. Her face is a mess. Strands of her spit glide from her lips to your cock. It almost feels wrong to see Kazuha like this, but then why does it feel so fucking good?
She steadies herself with a breath, then plants kisses down your length, getting ready to take you back into her mouth. You brush a few strands of hair out of her face and lock them in your hand, still gripping her hair. Her lips envelop your length again, the sensation drawing a grunt out of you.
Her mouth bobs up and down on you, taking you deeper with every round. Your knees go weak, and you look around for something to hold onto—but nothing.
“Is it okay if I hold your hair tighter?”
She nods, unbothered, and barely reacts when you tighten your grip on her hair like your life depends on it—focused on worshipping your cock. If anything, she takes it as a sign to go harder. Her mouth moves faster on you, suction tighter than ever.
The wet, slick sounds of her lips on your shaft are somehow louder than your moans.
Her lips release you with a pop, and her hand takes over—lips kissing your tip as her grip tightens, almost possessive of you. She strokes you, steady and firm, and for once, your moans rise louder than the obscene sounds she makes. The sensation makes your back arch, every movement pushing you closer to release.
“It’s okay, you can cum on me.” Her hand keeps working you, milking you for all you’re worth, her face right below your tip.
And then you let go. Thick ropes shoot out of you, landing across Kazuha’s face—forehead, cheeks, chin, and some in her mouth as well.
A few drops drip down to her chest and midriff. She’s a total fucking mess for you—and somehow still manages to look like the prettiest woman you’ve ever seen.
“So, not matching up to your performance is out of the question.” She swipes a streak from her cheeks and licks it off her fingers.
You struggle to form a response. It takes a while before you can say, “Ouch. And here I thought you were doing all this because you were into me.”
“Of course I am, you dork.” She gestures to the sticky trails from her hair down to her body, like that alone should be proof. “And I pull off this look too, by the way.”
“Sure you do. Thank God you always carry tissues though.”
“Yeah, God,” she mutters, already digging through her bag—only to come up empty-handed. “Not this time.”
”What the fuck? We are not going out like this.”
”Yeah, I gathered.” She lets out a quiet breath while she takes one last look in her bag. “I can’t walk out covered in cum and spit. You’re gonna have to go grab napkins for me.”
”Your juices are all over me as well, ma’am.”
“All this is definitely worse. So you are going.” Her tone leaves no room for argument.
You stand there, staring at her, she is right. There’s no way she's stepping outside like that. Which means it's on you to dodge a dozen eyes and sneak your way to a food stall for napkins.
She looks at you, eyes glinting, lips pursed like she’s trying to suppress a smile.
”Not funny, Zuha.”
She shrugs. “A little funny.”
The packet finally comes out from her bag, and right when you’re about to grab it—it slips from her hands.
“Jesus. At this rate I might have to actually go out like this.”
She picks it up and offers one to you. “If I were you, I’d be thankful someone actually brought tissues.”
You grab it and start wiping yourself off. “We should take this someplace a little more… intimate. No point taking risks like this again.”
“That, I agree. But where?” She's dabbing at her face too. These are the wet deep-cleanse ones. Should do the trick.
”Same as usual, my place? Nobody’s home—whole reason I came here.”
“Works.”
—
“So what did you use to do there before you, you know, had a guy to play around with?” You plop on the couch beside her, packet of cookies in hand. The air conditioner drones in the background, a welcome break from the heat outside.
“Play with myself,” she says casually, grabbing a cookie.
You turn to her, brows lifted. “Excuse me?”
“Not like that, dumbass,” she shoots back. “I meant doodle, sing songs, dance.”
You flip through TV channels, stopping on some old sitcom. “Prefer my company to that?”
“It’s close, but I’d say so.”
“Ever think about what life would’ve been like if you’d stuck around?”
“Sometimes.” She pulls at the strap of her top, then lets it snap back.
“Maybe we wouldn't have had to wait so many years for something between us.”
“Or maybe things would have never gone this way.” She leans back on the couch. “We were around each other all the time back then. And still—nothing.” Her eyes drill into the ceiling.
The TV screen flickers, static crackling from the speakers.
“Does that sometimes. Let me go check the connection.” You head behind the TV stand, feeling for the loose wire. You crouch down, out of her line of sight.
“Did you miss me?” Her voice is quiet, distant, like she’s not sure she wants the answer.
You don’t reply right away, spending a few seconds fiddling with wires that aren’t even loose.
“Sometimes. Like when I got sick, I half expected you to show up with juice and stupid movies again.”
Silence stretches between you.
“I’m sorry. I fucked up.”
You get up and walk back to the couch. “I never understood why you ghosted. Just had to make peace with it—no other option.”
“You really wanna get into all that?”
“Of course I do, Zuha. We were best friends for a decade. Whatever this is now, barely a night. I still care about you. That’s the issue, really.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She lets out a long sigh.
“Life got… weird when I moved. My new school was awful. I tried. But people either acted off or pretended I didn't exist, so I just stopped”
She shifts in her seat, adjusting her posture.
“And home wasn’t much better. Dad rarely visited, guess that was always the plan. Everything sucked. I wanted to text you—God, so many times. I’d open our chat and just sit there like an idiot.” Her fingers tug at a thread on the couch, eyes somewhere else.
“I couldn't. I was scared. Scared you'd moved on. Scared I'd look pathetic like that.
I wish I did though. Tonight… felt easy. Felt right.”
She meets your eyes now. “And more importantly, it was fucking unfair to you. I'm so sorry.”
Her words hang in the air, heavy.
“Hey… that sounds rough. Must have been hard to reach out with all of that going on. I had a sense things weren't great with your parents but not the full extent.” You pull her head to your chest. “I’m glad you told me though. Are things better now?”
She nods. “Yeah, I’m alright now. I still think about you from time to time, but it felt like the door had closed by then.”
She stretches her legs, resting her head higher up your chest. “Shit, we've been talking all about myself. What about you? How’s life been?” Her eyes glance up at yours.
“Nothing that dramatic.” You chuckle. “Stayed at the same school. Then college. Got an internship starting soon, offer came through just a few days back.”
“Wow. Someone’s been busy winning.” Her voice softens. “I’m proud of you. If we’d still been in touch… I probably would’ve been the first person you told.”
“Nah, you never were.”
“Shut up, I so was.” Her palm covers your mouth. “You came running to me to celebrate after placing second in a sack race.”
“Hey, it was a highly competitive—” You fight to lift her hand off. “—race. Millions would’ve killed to get on the stage and collect that medal.”
”Sure.” She laughs—the sound so sweet to you. Infectious. You can’t help but join in.
Both of you sit there for a second, smiling, catching your breath. It's easy like this. Familiar.
You nod toward your bedroom. “I suppose we should be making up for the missed movie nights.”
“You wanna watch something or just sleep with me?” She grabs your wrist, tugging you along.
“Wow, that reminds me. One of those sleepovers, you fell asleep first, as usual, on me and I had the most confused boner ever.” You pause. “Maybe I shouldn't have said that out loud.”
“Were always into me, huh?” She looks back over her shoulder at you.
Your memories tug at you, almost like they're trying to say something. “I'm not sure. Which is what made it weird.” Her step slows a little.
“What’d you do?”
”What could I do? I waited till it went away, then went to sleep.” You reach the bedroom and shut the door behind you. “Can't believe our parents never suspected anything, with how close we were. Not that we ever crossed the line back then, but still.”
Kazuha gets on the bed with you, pulling the blanket over you both. “My mom did. She had the same two lines every time I left the house—‘Tell your boyfriend I said hi,’ or, ‘Have fun on the date.’”
“Boyfriend, huh?” Your lips twitch into a smile. “How come I never heard about this?”
“Because I told her if she ever called you that in front of you, it'd be the last day she saw me.”
“Sounds about right. Didn’t she question your tragic outfit choices for a ‘date’ though?” You pull up Netflix, and hand her the remote. “Your pick for the night.”
She scrolls through the options. “You want me in some short little dress or what?” Her nose scrunches just at the idea.
“Obviously. Don’t you do ballet anyway?”
“Performing’s different. I’d probably cancel the date if I had to wear one outside.” She eyes your watch history. “What kind of trash do you watch?”
You sit up, facing her. “Let’s up the stakes of our next hammer game—marshmallows are boring. If I win, you’ll wear a dress on our date.”
“And if I win, the dress goes on you?”
You stare at her, deadpan.
“Kidding.” Her hand reaches for yours, intertwining fingers. “And you're never winning against me. So if you really wanna see me in a red dress, choose a different bet.“
“Why red specifically? Maybe I’d rather see you in green.”
”Wasn’t red your favorite color?” She finally settles on a cheesy romcom.
“Didn’t know favorite colors are still a thing after you grow up.” The movie begins—opens on a girl monologuing that she’ll never settle down. “Wow. You called my taste bad, and now we’re watching someone explain why love isn’t for them for the hundredth time?”
“Best I could salvage from your recommendations list. And hey, fits the mood at least.” She slides her fingers up your arm, and they settle on your shoulder.
“And what kind of mood would that be?”
Her grip tightens on your shoulder as she leans in. “It’ll take her the whole movie to realize that love is, in fact, for her.” Her hair hangs dangerously close to your face, brushing your cheek. “We can skip to the ending.”
You breathe her in. “Why does your hair smell so good? What's that scent?”
“Same shampoo I've always used.”
“No way. Didn't smell like this before.”
She laughs. “Maybe you had rocks for a nose back then.” She moves even closer, and you can feel her breath, hot against you. “You smell it better now?”
“Mhm,” you murmur, moving in to kiss her neck. Kazuha wraps her arm around your waist. A low moan slips from her lips as you leave a trail of soft pecks down her neck. She tilts her head back, letting you find the curve of her neck better. You keep kissing her—until a crop top interrupts your descent.
“Want it off?”
You nod and help her lift it off. You continue your path, lips brushing on her collarbone. Your hand finds her chest, cupping her breast through her bra. Her breath hitches. Her soft sounds grow louder at how you’re touching her.
She lets her hands wander down your body, feeling your hardness poking through your pants. “Already hungry for more?” Her fingers grazing you like that don't help at all.
“Hungry for you, Zuha.” It feels so good to tell her that. Your lips find her cleavage, kissing at the tiny bits peeking out from her bra. The chatter of the movie—the female lead’s friends urging her to text someone—fades into the background, replaced by the sounds Kazuha makes just for you.
Your hands reach behind and unhook her bra, freeing her tits. Her breasts are soft and creamy, perfectly shaped for your hands and mouth. You taste them—tongue gliding over her sensitive skin.
Her nipples are already taut, and you take one into your mouth, savoring the texture of her arousal. Her hand tangles in your hair. She’s not willing to risk letting you go.
You feel her other breast with your hand, taking her in your palm and gently squeezing—more moans for you. She leans back, pushing more of her flesh into your mouth, urging you to have more of her.
You take your time with her. Quick swipes of your tongue, gentle sucks on her nipples, your hands massaging her tits, and with every motion, soft sighs slip from Kazuha’s mouth.
“Figured you’d be thorough with this too” She lets out a breathy laugh. You can feel her body getting hotter—and one slip of your hand beneath her shorts confirms what you were thinking—she’s soaked. You gently push her onto her back, climbing over her.
“These aren’t needed.” One swift motion—and her shorts are off and on the bed. Her juices are already soaking through her panties, leaving damp spots on the sheets. You kiss your way downwards, moving to her abs—before she stops you, clutching your shirt.
“Can we please take this off too?” she asks.
“You’re so adorable being polite during sex, you know?”
She smacks your shoulder—
—”Ow, that hurt.”
“Yeah, kind of the point. Now shut up and get naked with me.”
“What's wrong with me finding you cute like that?” You shrug and let her help you take your shirt off.
She shifts her gaze. “I don't know. That's not… our thing.”
“Going down on each other wasn't our thing till tonight. Didn’t stop us.”
“Good point. But that doesn't mean everything will change overnight.” She drags a line down from your chest—coming to a stop at your waist. “Do your pants need a separate invitation?”
You take off your pants and underwear, and she’s wrapping her hand around you again. She grips you tight, stroking your length.
“I want you in me.” Her hand glides naturally on your cock this time, like she knows exactly how to please you best.
“Come here.” You help her get her panties off, her hand not letting go of you—almost like you’d disappear if she did. You stare at her beautiful bare folds, coated in her translucent arousal, aching for you.
Kazuha’s hair is spread across the pillow, framing her face, almost angelic. She breathes short, needy gasps; even having your cock close to her core is too much for her. You line up your tip against her lips, her heat brushing against you. Every graze sends sparks flying through both of you.
Her hands come up to your face and tilt it toward her. “Look at me, please,” she whispers.
You meet her gaze as you slide inside her. Your cock is immediately wrapped in her warmth, drowning in her wetness. “Fuck,” she hisses. Her walls clench down on you, gripping you tight, almost making you lose control.
“Zuha, you feel amazing.”
Her lips twitch into a smile. You can tell she needed that. You want to throw in another unnecessary quip but you decide against it—enough smacks for the night. Her walls stretch around you as you go deeper, adjusting for your thickness. Your hips meet finally, your cock fully enveloped by Kazuha’s warmth.
“Go ahead,” she sighs, arching her back slightly to give you a better angle. Her juices spill all over your cock. “Give it to me.”
You start slow, drawing your hips back leisurely. Her eyes flicker—caught between wanting to shut them and savor the feeling, and keeping eye contact with you.
“Ah!” She parts her lips when you thrust back into her wetness. Your fingers roam her body—the curves of her chest, the tightness of her abs, the softness of her thighs. A satisfied smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.
Your hand comes to rest on her hip, gripping her to steady yourself. You find your rhythm, your cock disappearing into her with every slow, deliberate thrust.
Your fingers press deep into her as you build momentum, little by little. You take a quick look at her reaction to make sure it doesn’t hurt her—all clear. If anything, the lip bite says she likes how possessive you’re being with her.
Each time you push into her, she lets out a louder moan—soft, breathless gasps spilling into the space between you. Her cheeks flush, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she gives herself over completely. God, you could watch her face look like this forever.
It’s mesmerizing, really, how easily you can push her into the depths of ecstasy.
One of her hands grips your waist, grounding herself against you as she basks in the feeling of you fucking her.
“Fuck, just like that,” she squeals. “Just like that, sweetheart.” Sweetheart. The last word comes out somewhat awkwardly, but with how much of a moaning mess she is, it’s hard to tell. “Feels so good. Please, don’t stop,” she gasps, her perfect tits bouncing with every thrust.
“Not—” You grunt, hips rocking into her. “—planning to. You feel so—fuck—fucking good, Zuha.”
She fights to keep control of herself—loses. Her back arches, then sinks deeper into the bed, eyes closed shut as she melts into you. Her legs hook behind your back, thighs tightening around your waist, locking you in. Kazuha surrounds your entirety.
“I’m gonna cum.” Her mouth cups into an ‘o’, her body trembling as the pleasure crashes through her. You already know: It’s an image that’s not leaving your mind so easily.
One of the (several) things you’re getting to know about Kazuha tonight is that when she cums, she leaks like a waterfall.
Her juices gush all over your cock, somehow drenching it even more than before. Her body first tenses around you, then she quivers in pleasure, trembling. Her eyes flutter open to meet yours.
“Are you close too?” she asks. You nod in response. If you weren’t already—the sight you just saw was enough to nearly push you over.
“Keep going, feels so good.” She drapes an arm around your neck—the motion almost too much for her spent body. “Kiss me, please.” You lean in close to her, Kazuha exhales softly when your lips touch.
The kiss is lazy, lingering, a complete contrast to the rhythm of your thrusts down below. You pull back just enough to ask, “Zuha, where should I—uh, cum?”
Her brow furrows briefly. “Wherever you want… but I wanna feel all of you in me.”
“That’s what I want too.” You drive into her with a few final pumps—climax fast approaching.
“Cum in me, sweetheart,” she whispers against your ear. Your lips go back where they belong—pressed firmly to hers. Thick streams pour into her. Her soft, drenched pussy pulls you in, clenching tight around you.
“Give it all to me,” she breathes. “Every single drop.” You keep pulsing inside her, each spasm dragging more of you out. She takes it so well, her body milking you dry like her words promised.
You slowly pull out of her, your cock slipping from her soaked core. Your release drips out of her, trailing down her thighs. You collapse beside her, every muscle sore. Kazuha clutches the sheets, still breathing hard next to you.
"That was nice," she sighs.
"Nice sounds like a participation award."
"Fine, it was fucking amazing."
“I hope you mean that." You drape an arm around her shoulder. "Wanna go sit on the fields later? Big cities just don’t have skies like these.”
“Yeah. Been so long since I’ve properly seen stars.” Her head rests on yours.
“Can’t say the same, seeing one right next to me.”
“Gosh, enough flirting for the night, Romeo.” The way her cheeks turn red disagrees with her words. “Starting to miss the days when you’d just call me names all day.”
“Who says I can’t do both, loser.”
“There we go. Much better.”
“Besides, you were the one who called me sweetheart earlier.”
“Never happened. Oh, and we don’t have to leave right away, right?”
“No.”
“Good. I wanna rest here for a while.” She snuggles up to you and shuts her eyes.
—
You lie down on the damp grass, the air cool this late at night. The blades are soft but cling to your skin, carrying a faint earthy scent.
Kazuha settles beside you. The sky above is wide and clear, scattered with stars. In the distance, the Ferris wheel still glows in yellow.
Balloons are being popped, stalls shuttered. Leftover food dumped into buckets. The painted horses are lifted from the merry-go-round, loaded piece by piece into trucks. Teddy bears crammed into plastic covers. The tents are gone—replaced by bare ground with nothing to offer.
“Sweet spot to light one.” She flicks a stray blade of grass at you.
“You smoke?”
Her shoulders rise in a shrug. “You heard my whole story. What do you think?”
“Thought that was just a TV trope. Guess not.”
The wheel lights glow brighter with every minute, while the rest of the carnival dims.
“Would be cool if the carnival lasted all year.” She exhales, like she knows it's wishful thinking.
“Don't know if it'd feel the same. But still, does feel weird watching it get packed up like this—like seeing a school after hours. Or an empty mall.” You wrap a strand of her hair around your finger.
“Liminal space,” she says.
“Hm?”
“Places of transition—or something like that. Exactly what you said. Felt the same to me when I saw it from the train window. The first time I was leaving town.”
The quiet stretches between you. A faint pop echoes, cutting through the silence—maybe another balloon meeting its end. The carnival getting taken apart suddenly feels like the only thing worth seeing.
“So…” You clear your throat. “You’re leaving tomorrow?”
She tilts her head up, like she’s just noticed the stars. “I lied about something.”
“Wait—you're staying?”
“No. I’ve got a ticket.”
Something in your chest crumples, slow and painful. “What is it?”
“About why I always wanted to go on the ride with you, even when I was scared of it as a kid. The view was nice and all, but I never got the appeal.”
“Then why?”
“You liked it. I wanted to confess to you at the top.” She draws her knees up, curling into the thought. “Cheesy, I know. But I saw how your eyes lit up at the view. I wanted some part in that.”
She pauses, then adds, “And felt nice to have an excuse to hold your hand.”
It takes a few seconds to respond with a question that only sounds smaller out loud. “Why didn’t you—you never told me.”
“Chickened out every time. It hurt, not being able to tell you. Whenever you smiled at me there, it felt like I was drowning. And when I was leaving the last day…” She takes a long breath.
There’s a heavy thud of something getting thrown in a truck.
“But I could never risk what we had—could never risk hearing that you didn’t love me back.”
“You don’t need to worry about that.” You say it with such conviction that it silences whatever doubts were still in her eyes.
“The second I saw you here today, knew I had to take my chance. Wasn’t getting yet another one.”
“Guess you took it.”
She shifts slightly, turning towards you. The grass rustles beneath her. “What I’m trying to say is, yes, I have a train to catch. But no, I’m not disappearing again. Not without you.”
Her words echo in your ears. They settle somewhere deep in your chest, humming.
All those nights you spent wondering why she stopped replying. Why she left without a word. Wondering if you were the reason she never looked back.
“So, what—I just drop everything and follow you?” The words come out uneven, rougher than you expected.
“No, but that doesn’t mean this has to end here either.” Her voice wavers, choking in her throat. “That doesn't mean I can't still have you in my life, right?”
Something in her tone sounds different this time. Like she’s scared to lose you too.
“True.” A soft gust of wind ruffles her hair across your cheek. “Suppose our date with you in a red dress will have to wait.” (But not forever, right?)
For the first time in all the years you’ve known her, you see her eyes pool. They shine—stars caught beneath the tears. One drop falls onto your shirt, sinks through the fabric, straight into your skin. Burning.
Her hand finds yours and squeezes, probably harder than she means to—as always. She whispers, “I’ll wait for it.”
AN: Well sorry its been literally a half year since this was updated…. Enjoy this pure smut. Onto the bad news. This fic will probably be on hiatus for a while. Both of us are in major writers block in terms of putting out millions of ideas into words so we wanted to take an official break. Don’t worry, we will be working on other fics for here in the mean time though!
Jiheon blinked a couple of times, her brain catching up to Gyuri’s question. She had been entranced listening to Gyuri’s stories, with her body reacting physically to each sordid word, only to finally snap out of it at the mention of her name. Jiheon lunged for a pillow to cover up as if suddenly remembering she was in the room with her Unnie’s and her own very visibly erect member.
“R-reward, unnie?” Jiheon stammered, eyes looking anywhere but at the two girls in front of her. Gyuri smirked and began to coax Seoyeon to stand up by tugging on a fistful of her hair.
Apparently it has been a whole year since I started writing smuts. Thank you for everyone who’ve read my stories and liked them.
This has been perhaps the most exciting year ever in my short life, getting to know and talk to other writers about kpop and writing, writing quick snippets just to harness the horny energy and imagining all the scenarios I haven’t got to write.
I’ve written 9 stories throughout the year, which is not even 1 story a month. Not good, but I also have been extremely busy at procrastinating…so yeah. Anyways, thank you again to everyone who reads my stories, I won’t stop writing yet, just really slow updates.
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After the initial reception of the Smuttys, we have decided that the best course of action is to heed advice from you, the creative, for input on managing this year’s ceremony. We realized in our haste and lack of preperation the surprising number of snubs as well as nominees that didn’t win a single award, and for some, we rubbed them the wrong way. We sincerely apologize for our mistakes.
So we would now kindly like to hear from you about what we should do for this year. What changes should we make? What sort of involvement do we add for readers and writers alike?
Our original vision remains the same: to give due props and appreciation to creatives for providing artful content for us to enjoy.
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With that out of the way, let us go on with why I think the Smutty shouldn’t take place.
As much as I understand your objective in highlighting and appreciating the things we write, the very idea of an award show is to rank stuff, to create a sense of competition and to crown a winner.
You do not need me to tell you that some writers will feel disappointed that their stuff didn’t end up in as good of a position as they thought. So does that achieve your original goal of appreciating our writing or does it inevitably ends up making some of us disappointed?
Even without a special event like the Smutty people are already comparing the number of notes they receive and feeling discouraged because that number was low, either because they wrote a less popular group, wrote in a different style or god knows why did a story get few notes. Having an event like the Smutty just creates another “competition” that makes someone feel sad because they’re lower in the votes or rankings.
Even if you removed the “comparing between different writers” part of the Smutty and keep the “Best story of each writers” part, it’s still a problem.
Sometimes the thing we write and the thing the readers like are different. Sometimes I could be very proud of a story, only for it to be a flop notes wise. Conversely, I could whip out a plotless quickie and have it be the most popular thing I’ve written while the intricate story I’ve planned out languishes in the shadows. You also do not need me to tell you how bad that would feel.
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Lee Jieun/IU as Jang Manwol(Hotel del Luna) x Male Reader
6688 words
It’s one of those nights again—visions of corpses chasing you in an endless nightmarish swamp littered with filth and flocks of crows flying everywhere haunt your dreams. Close friends and loved ones, both living and dead, drag you to a dark place while they constantly remind you of all the mistakes you’ve committed, big and small.
You try to close your eyes, but they force you to open them.
You try to cover your ears, yet they hold your arms.
You try to call for help, but no sound comes from your lips.
All you can think right now is for this nightmare to end, but is it a nightmare?
Is it not real?
You don’t know anymore.
You only want to make it st—
The sound of your alarm clock breaks your sleep.
It’s five o'clock in the morning. It’s still early but you’re grateful that you woke up. You realize that you were only dreaming, or rather, having a nightmare. They’re becoming more and more vivid, more and more real every time you experience it. And it scares you that the next time might be the actual thing.
Your days go through as normal. You wake up, go to work as a delivery driver, you go home, you sometimes go on a night out with friends, then you go to sleep. You’re grateful that you have such a life after college. One might think that you’re living a normal life, but they’re clearly mistaken.
Subterfuge And Submission - Pt. 1 - ft. LE SSERAFIM Nakamura Kazuha
18+ Le Sserafim Nakamura Kazuha x Male Reader
A/N: My first collab with @sooyadelicacies, huge credit for a lot of this content. This one was a lot of fun to write since it's different to my previous work and is my first (and definitely not last) Lesserafim smut. Also, thank you to V1n for proofreading.
Please enjoy and let me know what you think by commenting, liking and re-blogging.
Words: approx 4,100.
"So, they sent you after me? If I had known they would send someone so stunning, maybe I would have tried to get caught sooner.” You scan her—admire her—from head to toe. ”Are heels the best thing to wear on an assignment like this?” you scoff at her choice of gear for a task as difficult as taking you down. “Nevertheless, what's your name?"
“These heels? Please.” She smirks with a confident bravado that few would dare to show in front of you. “Just wait until you see how nimble I can be, and you won’t be questioning my choice of outfit anymore. And my name? You think you deserve to know that?”
"As much as I'd love to stay and take in your beauty, I have no plans anytime soon to let you or anyone from your organisation capture me. I'll be going now." You head to the door on your right to leave the room.
She glides to intercept your path like a ballerina across the glossy wooden floor. She executes a swift grapple to drop you onto your back; her high heel applies the finishing touch—right over your neck.
“Still questioning these high heels now?”
You relax against the cold wooden floor, unintimidated. "I don't know what they told you about me, but I promise you don't want to do this. Let me go, and you won't have to get hurt."
“From where I’m standing, it looks like those rumours are nothing more than myth, and it only takes one foot to keep you down. Go on. Impress me.”
In a flurry, you strike her leg with your palm to bring her to her knees. You use the momentum to overpower Kazuha, then grab hold of her neck, and force her down to her back. You transition your hands to her wrists and place your body weight over her to keep her pinned.
"I could kill you if I wanted. So many members of your company failed before you. Do you think I've eluded you all for so long because I'm weak?” You lower your face closer to hers and stop just before they touch. A hint of her perfume rises into your nose, a woody scent with floral undertones. She doesn’t blink as she holds your gaze. “As for you, I guess they sent some rookie after me because your resources are thin, either that or someone had a little too much faith in you… Now, I'll ask again: what's your name?"
“Kazuha. Maybe that’s my real name, maybe it’s not, but that’s what you’ll call me.” She stifles a giggle with a smirk before continuing, “maybe you could kill me. Maybe you couldn’t. But I know that you won’t.”
“Yet,” you reply promptly.
She glances down at your body, hovering just above her own. “You definitely aren’t weak. So it’s a good thing that I’m not here to fight you.”
"If you aren't here to fight me, why are you here? If you were after me like the others, this would end in a fight, a pretty one-sided one. What is that you're actually here for, Kazuha?"
“You have your methods, and I have mine. Sometimes violence isn’t the only answer. Sure, you could take down every operative we send to fight you. Me?” Kazuha pushes her knee up the inside of your thigh, pressing into your crotch. “My methods are a little different.”
"Well, miss Kazuha, if I didn't know any better, you were sent here to seduce me. Why would the company ever think I'd accept capture in exchange for a fuck?” In a desperate search, she glances side-to-side as you pressure her. The safe room only contained your temporary surveillance equipment at the far side—nothing for her to use. “Some of them are probably friends of yours… Don't you just hate me for that?" you ask teasingly, trying to force her hand.
“Your mouth says one thing, but your body tells me something else.” Kazuha presses her knee slightly into your crotch, the direction in which a lot of the blood in your body is flowing—causing you to stiffen. “You could have killed me by now. Hell, I could have killed you by now. But we both know that’s not what either of us really wants.”
Her other leg joins the first, tucked between your own. In one fell swoop, she lifts your lower body, and her hands slip from your grasp, then she pulls your head down. You flip forward, crash down the wooden floor and land on your back. Kazuha utilises her athleticism to roll backwards, taking position above you, sitting on your crotch with her hands on your chest.
"Oh, you're different from the others, alright. So what are you going to do to me? Nakamura Kazuha?"
Startled for a brief second that you knew her identity from the start, Kazuha lets out a soft sigh as she regains her composure and redoubles her efforts.
She leans in close to your ear; the potent concoction of jasmine and cedarwood in her perfume fills your airways, confirming your earlier suspicions. Her breath hits your ear as she whispers, “you know all about me. I know all about you. You know what I want. I know what you want. So what are you waiting for?”
"If you know what I want, you know what I want to be called before I give you what you desire. I also know how dripping wet you are. A powerful woman that just wants to be ruined and railed, don’t you? So let's both drop this little cat and mouse game, baby girl."
Kazuha whines lightly at your words. “If you think I’m going to call you what you want without proving you’re worthy, you’re wrong.” She leans back, pushing down on your crotch with measured force. With her arms raised above her head and each hand holding opposite elbows, she asks, “now, how about you get me out of this suit?”
You narrow your eyes at her. Oh, she was a fun one, alright, but you'd make her submit. They always did. You use your upper body strength to lift yourself and your hand to yank at the zipper on the front of her suit, pulling it cleanly to the bottom and exposing panties and lack of a bra underneath. "Not wearing much under the suit, huh? Hot." You slowly apply your touch, one hand to caress her thigh to turn her into putty.
A soft purr escapes Kazuha's barely parted lips. She takes one of your hands in hers, pulling your hand onto her toned midriff. "Why would I cover up something this good?" she speaks with a breathy tone as she pulls your hands up her stomach. Your fingers slither up her toned body. "Don't you agree?" she asks as she trembles at your touch. Take your pick, left or right? Which of her perky tits will you play with first?
Lips first, you lunge forward with a growl, latching on to one as you touch and toy with the other in your hand.
"Mhmm~. Shit, that’s good, but you have to do more than that." Kazuha's hands run through your hair, and then one settles on the nape of your neck, pulling you to her breast. "Yes! There we go."
You break your liplock with her nipple as you ask, "already so sensitive? Are you sure you can handle me?"
"Ye—Ah~!" you cut her off by taking a light nibble at her pink nipple.
You roughly caress her other breast and pinch the other nipple. The sensation overwhelms her as she lets out a series of low moans.
"Tell me what I want to hear, and I'll continue, baby girl."
"No!"
You take your free hand and run it back down over her tight stomach, stopping right above her soaked panties. Just the tips of your fingers dig under the lace garment's hem.
"Say it."
"No!"
"Say it, baby girl, I know you want to. Say it, and I'll make you feel better than you ever have."
"No… No, No, I can't. I won't..." You continue to lap at her nipple and pull with your lips. Your other hand rubs the edge of her underwear, feeling her wetness soak through. "You want me to touch you, to feel your wet pussy and make you feel good? Say what I want to hear and beg me for it."
"Please just do it!" You run your fingers right on the edge of her panties, either side of her swollen nub. She pushes her crotch side-to-side, trying to plant her clit on your fingers. The attempt is made in vain as you move your fingers away, increasing her desperation to be touched.
"One magic word. Say it."
"Da—Daddy, please touch me, touch me everywhere. Put your fingers in me. Put your cock in me. Fuck me. Your baby girl needs it.” Finally. Broken—they never last long—though she did put up an impressive fight.
"That's my good girl...." You inject your finger into Kazuha's wanting pussy, sliding in and out, feeling her warmth and slickness. Temporarily detaching from her breasts, you look at her pretty face—twisted in lusting agony.
You kiss her roughly and slide your tongue into her mouth. In a daring expedition of her mouth, you enjoy the sweet taste. Similar to your battle of wills, she attempts to fight tongue-to-tongue, but you force her to concede. To relieve her for just a moment, you pull out the single finger from her warm hole, hovering by the entrance. The second assault begins, this time with a double finger approach. She bites down on both your tongue and her own. Inaudible sounds of pleasure cause vibrations in your mouth as she moans into it.
Your pursuit of her sweet lips continues as you stroke one hand on her silky hair."Do you want Daddy to taste you now? You're all ripe from my touch, and you're soaking wet. I wonder how tasty your juices are, baby girl. Just ask for it—tell me what you want."
"Daddy, please taste—Ah~!—me, I promise—Ah~!—my sweet juices will satisfy—Ah~!—you," she pleads through sharp, high-pitched moans as you dig deeper into her.
"Not good enough. Beg."
"Please, please, please, Daddy. Please eat my wet pussy. I need you now, please, Daddy." Kazuha forces the words out through gritted teeth, holding back her pleasure.
To change positions, you utilise your strength to push Kazuha down on her back and grab her legs. You lower yourself to close her glistening pussy; this causes her to beg for your touch, "mhmm~… Daddy, please!"
You pull at the opening in her suit, forcing it further open. She slides her arms out of the sleeves to create enough slack for you to pull the gap down to her thighs. With no way to easily remove them, you hook the fingers of both your hands into her lace panties and pull them apart with a loud rip. "Wha!—Oh my God, Daddy, you don't waste time. Please eat me, eat me like your favourite meal. Please, Daddy!"
She tastes exquisite. Her addicting liquid fills your mouth and all around it. You slurp and probe your tongue everywhere, covering every inch and hitting her clit several times. You use one hand roughly to stroke her amazingly toned legs and thighs and the other to palm at her breast. Shockwaves of pleasure spike through Kazuha's body, and her eyes roll back because you hit all the sensitive spots in her pussy.
The robust and defiant character you met has lost all of her resilience at your touch. Kazuha is reduced to nothing but a squirming mess under the spell of your tongue. Her arms flail against the wooden floor in a desperate search for something—anything—to grab hold of. Her hands eventually find the back of your head, and then they bury themselves into your hair, her nails scratching lightly at your scalp.
She throws back her head to the floor in pure bliss. A constant stream of moans escapes her mouth as she forces out a few words amid her pleasure. "Yes… Daddy~ There~! Again! Up! Yes! Please right there!"
You keep up your relentless licking, diving deeper and deeper into her wet folds. "Daddy… I'm going… Going to… Yes!"
"Give it to me, baby girl, let it all out, let all your juices out for me to taste. All the tension, the pent up anger, your brutal training, let it all out now."
You hook two fingers deep into her folds, then navigate your way to the rough patch inside her, applying immense pressure to her sweet spot. Her clit is the target for our tongue, and you focus on creating a rapid rhythmic pace. Kazuha loses her mind; the pleasure inside her becomes too much. "That’s it! I’m gonn—" Her words are now replaced by unintelligible syllables right before she hits her peak. Her nails dig deeper into your skull. Her toned thighs shake violently beside your head, closing together to keep your mouth buried in her wet folds.
She gushes a flood of her slick, wet pussy juices. The force doesn't stop you from deftly soaking it into your tongue and mouth, lapping up every drop. She shivers and tries to get her thoughts back as just your tongue alone caused her to blackout for a moment.
Having already licked her clean, you reposition. Again you meet face-to-face, but you approach with softer eyes this time. "The things they do to people like you...it's too much. It’s wrong." You caress her face tenderly. "To turn vulnerable people into human weapons… you don't have to live this life, Kazuha."
"You think... you... know me?" she replies through heavy breaths.
You know how much more valued she could be to you than some heartless corporation. "I know you don't want to live this way, and you can do much better than working for them."
"I thought you had me figured out, but I guess not." She smirks, letting out a little laugh at your shock. "You still think I work for them?"
You look at her eyes calculatingly. "Then why are you here?"
"I guess you could say I'm a fan and not just of the work you did now." Kazuha returns your previous show of affection, stroking your cheek softly before continuing, "the truth is—I do exactly what you do."
"Are you..."
"Milan. Last year?" The smirk you had grown familiar with returned to her face again.
"That was you that saved me in Milan? And after that, have you been following me ever since?”
"Every step. I was always one behind. Istanbul. Cape Town. Jakarta. Tokyo. Even back home in Seoul." With each city she names, she moves her face closer to yours until she is so close that her breath touches your lips. "But now I couldn't be closer. There's one last step to take."
“If you followed me so far and aren’t some corporate shill, you know I don’t enjoy hurting people from the company. I just want the corruption to stop."
"Of course, Daddy doesn't really want to hurt anyone, does he?" She runs her slim forefinger down your neck to the centre of your chest. Kazuha stops and pokes her fingernail into you. "Unless they ask for it." She pushes you back with her finger. You accept her guidance and lie on your back. She stands, then pulls off the rest of her outfit, her naked body over you. "And right now, I'm asking, Daddy."
Kazuha’s slim figure is a work of art. Your body overheats with sexual desire. However, your heart yearns for someone who understands you. Maybe this is precisely what you need. Not only right now, but you could use a partner in the future. In your crusade to take down the powerful corrupt, maybe you didn't have to be alone anymore. "You're...you are beautiful Kazuha." She looks stunned for a moment at the sincerity of your words.
She falls to her knees, right over you, and takes hold of your face. "You mean it, don't you?" A look of enlightenment overcomes her face, probably a reflection of your own expression.
"I do."
"I was right. There's more to you than some cold revenge." Kazuha places her hand on the left side of your chest. "Your passion drives you. It's so attractive to see a man who follows his heart. What does your heart tell you to do right now?"
"I want you Kazuha. Join me on my journey.” Your weakness surfaces for a brief moment, and your hard exterior crumbled—a dangerous game to play with a girl you just met.
“I want you too, we can be together, but right now, I need you inside me, Daddy.”
You kiss her deeply, with desire, but with something purer too. Something you have not felt in a long time. You hold her head and pull her deeper into your lips, never wanting her to escape from your arms. She grinds on you and unzips your zipper to dig out your cock. You take the opportunity to reassert your dominance. "Ride me, baby girl. If you want to come with me, you’ve got to cum for me."
With your cock finally free from its restraints, it craves the soft touch of Kazuha. A sensation she happily provides. She grinds her wet folds along the underside of your cock, covering it in her warm juices.
"How does it feel? Do you think you can take it?" you ask.
"Fuck, it's so big, but I can take it all. I'll take it all for you, Daddy. I'm a good girl for you."
She lifts up and then slowly sinks onto your raging cock. Both of you groan, and your eyes roll back at the pleasure—a moment of pure lust and passion. Two damaged people scarred from the horrors of battle finally unify their bodies and souls in a blissful release.
Kazuha was undoubtedly the tightest, warmest pussy you've had. You clutch your hands to hers and interlock your fingers as she starts to move up and down.
"You know ... I spent so ... much time training ... that I never ... did this before." She says between her sharp breaths. "You're doing so fucking good. Keep going. Take it deeper." She trembles at your instruction as she sinks deeper than before, all the way to the hilt. A shrill moan escapes her lips as you fill her up. Kazuha's tight pussy moulding to the shape of your cock, hugging it tightly.
"Your cock is so good...shit...Daddy.."
"That’s it, baby girl. Show me just how talented you are. Fucking ride me and make this cock yours."
Spurred by your commands, she picks up her pace. Her face contorts as she increases her effort, bouncing her body faster than before. "I... will... make... it... mine...Daddy." Her pants have become so quick that only a single word can escape between them. Her toned thighs and flawless ass hit against your crotch with a light slap every time she drops her body onto you. You reach out to palm her bouncing breasts and give them squeezes as she rides you.
"Fuck… your cock… so big… I’m so full."
Her rhythm falters, and her pace decreases. You take hold of one of her wide hips—moving your hand from her breast—fingers reaching around to her soft ass and your thumb on her waistline. "Don't give up now. You need to please Daddy remember?" With a hold on her hips, you thrust up into her relentlessly, forcing her to match your pace. You pump up into her wet pussy with relentless force.
“OH FUCK! Daddy! Faster, yes! I—just make me yours. Use me. Fuck me. Just don't stop fucking me."
You sit up to gain more leverage. Kazuha's body falls against yours, her breasts against your chest and her head into your neck. Her hands claw wildly at your back, scratching you as she attempts to hold on for the wild ride she's taking. You push your cock up into her as fast as you can. She desperately tries to keep up with your pace, but she loses control of all her senses. "Daddy wants his baby girl to look at him when she cums. Look at me."
"Shit… Daddy..." Kazuha barely manages to look you in the eyes as she clings to your cock for dear life. You take a hand to her neck—finger and thumb on her jaw—to keep her face in front of your own. "I'm about to...."
"Do it, baby girl. Cum for me."
"FUCK! AHH—!" Her words become nothing but a screech as her orgasm takes control of her body. Desperately she tries to face you, her sweaty forehead against your own, but there's nothing other than pleasure in her eyes—they roll back, out of her control. Her fingers dig into your back. Her toned legs press against your hips—Kazuha's entire body trembles.
Her juices ooze over your cock, and she collapses on you. You kiss her neck gently.
You whisper to her ear, "by my count, you've cummed twice now, and I haven't at all. Daddy is disappointed."
She doesn't respond for a moment as she takes deep breaths. "Fill me up Daddy. You deserve to cum inside your baby girl. I'm so sensitive, but I'll take it for you."
You lower her to her back before sliding your still hard cock into her dripping pussy. The juices filling her pussy coat your cock as it enters—your cock slides into her tight hole. You pump steadily at first, then quickly pick up the pace. Kazuha wraps her arms and legs around your body.
You take hold of her thighs, pushing her legs against her body, her knees into her chest. You place each of her knees on your shoulders. Your cock can slide deeper than ever into her pussy, the new position pushing her walls together, creating an even tighter hole to fuck.
You quickly pick up more pace inside her, the remnants of her last orgasm providing excellent lubricant. "Fuck! Daddy, you're going so fast! My sensitive pussy feels so good!"
Overcome with desire; you stop holding anything back. "Take it, baby. You’re mine now." Ramming into Kazuha's pussy, you repeatedly slam, reaching the deepest parts of her pussy. Empowered by your desire to cum inside her, you pierce through her tightness. Loud echoes chime, and the sound of her grunts and moans only encourage you to go faster and harder. Every inch of your cock feeling her chambers.
"Give it to me! Go on!" Kazuha's entire body submits to you; her arms cling to you helplessly, and her legs open as wide as possible. Her ravaged pussy is ready for your cum.
"I'm close, baby girl."
"Don't tell me, just fucking fill me."
"One last time, baby girl, beg for it, beg me for my cum, and I'll blast everything I have into you."
"Go on, Daddy, give me everything!" The desire to cum reaches an all-time high. You stop holding back the inevitable. Just a few more fast pumps into her sensitive hole push you—and Kazuha—over the edge. In perfect sync, you both lose control and give in to your primal instinct. From the tip of your cock erupts a stream of cum deep inside her. "Yes! I feel it! Fill me!"
A seemingly endless stream fills her, quickly overflowing and dropping out of her sensitive hole. "Take it all, all of it, baby girl." One last grunt, one last load of your cum fills her, and you collapse on her, kissing her lips gently. Your spent cock still buried inside her isn’t enough to stop the combination of cum from dripping out between her thighs. Both of you are huffing, trying to catch your breath. "I—will you come with me, Kazuha?"
"Of course, but I want one promise, Daddy. Every time we take them down, everywhere we go, you fill me up just like that."
You just smile, finally a release for all the stress you built in your pursuit of taking down the group you only knew as The Company.
Off in the distance, a mysterious figure pulls out a phone.
"It seems your hunch was right, Taeyeon… Kazuha has been betraying us for a while now….”
"Nakamura Kazuha—the betrayer—such a shame. She had the potential to be someone great here. That's enough for now. Return and finish your report back at base. I shall send you on another mission soon, Winter."
A/N (2): Thank you for reading our fic. And thank you all in advance if you decide to interact with this post.
After the quarantine with Haseul, and then Jane Cho’s fiery return weeks later for another passionate 24 hours, you asked for her number, and she happily gave it to you. The two of you swore to see each other at least once a week, if not two at worst, and you got to know her outside on the streets rather than in the sheets, and well, you were charmed. How could you not be—she was mature, thoughtful, and cheery. Adorable to a fault, her pout always persuaded you to stay a few more minutes before you two had to separate after each date, whether it was a stolen quick tryst at a Starbucks, or another fevered night at your place.
Thankfully, by some miracle of orbits aligning in the stars, Haseul was equally enamored with you—you were her rock outside of the craziness of the entertainment world, her little refuge few people knew about. She appreciated you just as much as you her, and with every secret meet the two of you fell harder and faster for each other.
That is, until Haseul had to prepare for Loona’s concert.
“Hey.” You can hear the disappointment in her voice.
“Hey babe, how are you doing?” you ask, trying to keep the disappointment out of yours.
“Not good, I don’t think I can meet this week, I’m sorry.” This would have been week three of not seeing Haseul. You had no doubts about your relationship, but it definitely sucked.
“That’s okay, I know your concert’s coming soon right?”
“Yes, next week, you’ll be there?”
“Of course! I’ll finally get to see you then!” You try to joke, but it backfires terribly, and Haseul sniffles loudly in the phone. “Haseul I’m sorry, that’s not what I—”
“I know, I just really really miss you!” she says between muted sobs into the phone.
“Me too, me too, there, there.” You comfort her best you can, and with every assurance that you’ll be there, that you’ll arrive an hour early, that you’ll be holding up her megamind photo for all to see, that is when you finally hear her melodic laughter.
“Ahaha no don’t~”
“I won’t, I won’t, probably not, maybe, but I’ll see you there okay?”
“Mm hmm, I have to go sleep now, we have to get up early for practice again tomorrow.”
“You’ll do great, good night!”
“Good night, you better dream of me, mwah!” Haseul warns you cutely.
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Contains: Smut, noona/mommy play, facesitting, raw sex.
A/N: Sorry my return fic took so long, but at least this is pretty fitting.
“Isn’t it nerve-racking? After so lon-”
“I don’t think so…”
…
“I’m just doing what I’ve always done.”
Going dark always meant a conflict of interest for you. How many months had it been? How many more could there have been? You would’ve never got tired. While netizens wondered about her whereabouts Sakura sat right next to you, the SMS ban, contractually forced upon her, made concealing your relationship even easier, but there was always this unwavering sense of guilt at the back of your mind…
Was it truly peaceful, harmonious, or fulfilling to live like this? Knowing Sakura wasn’t doing what she loved to do.
The star which brought the light no longer shone, long gone were the days of her standing beside 11 girls, or even more back in Japan, or the days of her streaming, all long since gone memories from your love confinement which started even before she began talking to HYBE about the potential next move in her career, a new sign of life and the new opportunity to shine like she always did, known was the need for both to comply.
What became of you, the trustworthy companion who remained at her side throughout the grueling process– your relationship evolved in direct proportion to Sakura’s HYBE signing– she became bolder, possessive, never letting you out of her sight once she got home since in a period of uncertainty you became the symbol of it, the formation of a reciprocated guidance which made the foundation to the world you two had built. It was a natural progression for Sakura to adopt different names.
“Sakura noona” you would call out in a whiny tone, and she’d receive you with open arms. Her well-defined features were your favorite pillows, once they intertwined with your body you never wanted them to let go. Hold on harder. Her soothing breath collided against your neck, her face nuzzling into its crevice while your face found stable support against the lower part of her shoulder– the perfect interception between her cups and her arm– her worn-out deodorant permeating your nose and making you want to rub your face against her skin. You were vulnerable, you always were whenever she acted like this.
“That’s mommy for you…”
“Wah- come on!” Sakura whined from the bed, desperately seeking your warmth to protect herself against the light breeze which sent chills down her naked body. She had swiftly slipped partially under the covers to protect herself, cutely peeking over them at you. “Was that all you were trying to ask?” her face shifted into a pout, “Get in here and find out how anxious I am for the return then… I need to release it somehow- ah!”
She was promptly interrupted by your confident leap onto the bed, the blanket protecting Sakura from your weight as you mounted her, pinning her down under the sheets while you adjusted to sit on her torso.
Despite her best efforts, Sakura didn’t have the strength to pull you off as she tried desperately to reach your body, “Come here!” her head would jolt up again before facing the laws of gravity and reverting, her face turning redder after each attempt whenever she got a better look of you dominantly towering over her, much to your amusement. Only when she seemed to give up did you kneel forward and closer to her face, making her struggle to rise as much as she could to meet you, as you then grabbed onto one of her cheeks and gazed into her eyes, both smiling in reaction and then you began kissing. Within a short amount of time she slipped her tongue in your mouth, poking yours before frantically beginning to wrestle against it, each time either of you would pull back to catch your breath, the other would gently bite their lip, dragging their teeth against the soft, moist texture.
The way her eyes locked onto your face from under and then analyzed your whole body, visible excitement in the eyes of your Japanese girlfriend at the thought of you being milked completely by her. Your excess weight in this case gave you the favor in containing the wild beast captive under the bedsheets, desperately seeking her prey.
“At least mount my face baby” Sakura’s lust had turned her voice raspy and her breath had also become unsustained, yet despite her current situation she still ordered you around, an act to establish her unsuppressed dominance inside the relationship, even in switched situations. Sitting higher up her body as requested, your balls flopped onto her face, slowly disappearing under them as you reposition yourself to give her proper access in consideration of her lack of mobility. Unable to wait any longer, her neck jolts up once more, as her lips part and her tongue surges up to lick through the underside of your testicles, her technique keeping her tongue wide and flat to allow to make room for a larger surface for your scrotum to lay on. You can’t help but jerk your body in reaction, the stimulus on the sensitive underside of your cock making you go crazy, “Fuck… Sakura…” you barely manage to mumble as she goes to work.
In a surge of confidence, you begin to ride her face like it was your reason to live, yet always with caution of your weight. You instinctively grab hold of her scalp, to keep her in place and pressed up against your musky end— not that Sakura was trying to go anywhere regardless, your natural aroma permeating her lungs as she sucked, kissed, and moaned against your flesh. Her tongue plunges to take hold of your length, to then bring it back and right into her mouth, as she joyfully begins to swirl it around her insides. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” you moan, shoving it deeper down her throat and swiftly gagging her for a bit, Sakura always loved having you inside her mouth, so she was happy to suck on it for as long as you wished.
Kkura could do this all night, worship every inch of you, her most precious possession, for hours. She swipes her tongue along the underside of your whole erection from the base to the top before flicking it against the tip, until she eventually loses it and begins to frantically rub her face against your cock, getting high off of you, in an exchange indicative of your lust for one another. You can’t hold it in anymore, squeezing her with your thighs briefly, securing her in place before finishing straight inside her mouth, her tongue milking you for all your worth as you collapse sideways, falling from on top of her and allowing her to escape from under the sheets, which meant the games had only just begun.
“Let me show you what I’ve always done.” Dazed, you can barely reconstruct the sentence inside your mind– a callback and a twist on what she had told you earlier– defenseless, bracing yourself for what would come next.
“On your back.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Mere moments later she had now found her way on top of you into a cowgirl position, a role reversal, her ass grinding against your member with her hands on top of your chest; all the while you two began making out again, your tongue on an expedition inside of her mouth while she grabbed your hands and brought them to her breasts, using them as tools to squeeze them as the tension begins to heat up even more– a cathartic exchange– making her moan inside the kiss as she began to aim your dick at her entrance, moments before, with one confident jerk, passionately engulfing it deep inside of her snatch.
With no sort of interval for adjusting, she pushed through, knowing she needed to get used to your fairly big size quickly by stretching herself out. Grunts, moans and screams were exchanged– pain driven by the promise of pleasure which led both of you onwards– once she got used to it, she wasted no time in catapulting herself up and down on your dick while using your chest to fall back on and balance herself; her defined breasts bounced repeatedly in unison with her, a hypnotic jiggle which made you lean forward and briefly suck on one of them, ensuring you tasted every part of Ms. Miyawaki that night.
She manipulated you to her heart’s content, her face did not have its usual soft and caring nature, now overpowered by a fiery concentration that transmitted itself through her force as she impaled herself with your shaft, running her hand through her hair to get it out of the way after all that bouncing, but even that was a struggle due to her trembling hand. You soon found yourself unable to keep up with her, now turned erratic, riding. She either rolled her hips in a smooth back and forth motion that had your dick slightly bending into her, or went back to slapping herself up and down your pulsating cock and it promptly brought you both to your end.
“Saku-” her lips met yours to create an anti-climatic finish with neither of you being able to talk, instead you both squealed into each other's mouth in an attempt of communication, then Kkura’s cunt clamped even tighter and her juices began squirting around your cock as you climaxed in unison, slamming all the way inside her, your head prodding her cervix before unloading your hot seed deep into her quivering folds, pumping her full.
Once you both finished you struggled to muster the strength to even pull out, the most intense of sessions consistently turned into the cutest cuddles, you both cleaned yourself off in cooperation as best you could and then collapsed onto the bed, still gasping for air as you cuddled up, Sakura pulling the covers over both of you.
"I'm still cold," she said, wrapping her arms around your body and bringing back her comforting laugh. Finally, it was clear, that you would never need to fear whenever you were both together, her move to HYBE was the next step in your shared life.
The sleep was warm and peaceful, although your relationship being leaked certainly made for a rude awakening.
