Word count: 3.3K | Tags: Smut, No Plot, (FFM) Threesome, Ass/Pussy Eating, Anal, Squirting, Ass to Mouth.
Amidst the orgy in IU's new house, an eager Mina and a hungry Nayeon get to share a moment of their own, accompanied by the hostess' boyfriend.
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Scoffing, he walked to Mina's back. "Since our girlfriends are busy…" He whispered as his hands took her waist, letting his member rest on her skin.
"I've been thinking about this for two weeks already," she chuckled, tilting her neck to let his lips run through her skin, reaching for his dick while she enjoyed the trail of kisses on her neck.
"How can I pay you for keeping the secret?"
"What?" Nayeon asked in an almost offended tone, trying to ignore the improvised foursome made by IU, Jeongyeon, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu. "Did you know?"
Mina and Seungdae stared at each other, then back at Nayeon. "I'll tell you more during dinner," the short-haired girl giggled before they cornered the eldest member against the L-shaped couch. Mina pinned her down, using her knees to keep her friend's legs slightly open as she kissed her plump lips.
Seungdae let his hunger take over him. He knelt, admiring the meaty set of thighs and buttcheeks he had in front of him. Taking advantage of Mina's legs having stopped Nayeon's from closing, he kissed the older woman's thighs, spreading them as he got to her groin until he reached her bum. He took his time to lick Nayeon's ass, feeling her clench when his tongue ran through the small creases of her puckered hole.
Her coy moans were muffled in Mina's lips. In only a matter of seconds, she had already acclimated to her new spot. In another minute, just as Seungdae's tongue ventured inside her butthole, she had already accepted that she had no domain, say, or power between him and her friend. Her legs relaxed, and her thighs went up to be held by Mina, giving the man full access to eat her holes.
"Always so obedient," the Japanese beauty whispered, holding Nayeon's cheeks.
"It's not fair with that face," she whispered, weakened by Mina's eyes and warm smile, feeling her hands run down her neck to kiss her again.
Watching up close how her pussy clenched at the touch of Mina's lips, Seungdae chuckled and gave a few more licks to her asshole, fucking her a bit with his tongue, before going a few centimeters up to kiss Nayeon's fat pussy, licking her already drenched folds.
His tongue and how it went as deep inside her cunt as he could felt glorious. His subtle giggle let her know he liked her taste, and the immediate subsequent swirl of his muscle throughout his inner lips confirmed he was hungry for her.
That gave Nayeon the little push she needed to let her hands run free all over Mina, taking her neck first, then slowly going back and forth between her waist and her small boobs, subconsciously mirroring her friend's actions as their tongues danced together, encapsulating her whimpers as soon as Seungdae captured her clit.
He loved her taste and how quickly her pussy got drenched, even after having licked all of her juices thoroughly. Her flavor, her heat, her musk; he could truly spend hours licking that cunt and not get tired, but he had just started, and he knew he would get more time with Nayeon later. He kissed, licked, and bit her inner thighs, her groin, her fat outer lips, and every corner of her slit, before sucking on her clit, stopping when her hips shook, leaving her begging for more.
"Why?" She whined, rocking her pelvis, looking for his touch.
"Shush," Mina purred before he could say anything, rubbing Nayeon's clit. She heard a scoff coming from Seungdae, and remembering how good she made her feel their first night together, she arched her lower back to present her pussy to him.
"I love my life," he sighed, shaking his head with an ear-to-ear smile. He took a second to contemplate Mina's glistening folds surrounded by her meaty thighs and ass. Shoving his fingers into Nayeon's cunt, he outlined Mina's slit with slow kisses, using the time to breathe her scent, letting her folds gather more of her precious nectar before he went wild on her.
The trio moved smoothly together. The background of Chaeyoung's cute moans, muffled in Tzuyu's lips, and the intense breathing of Momo, vigorously fingered by Jihyo, guided them on their own tempo.
Mina showed her eagerness by moving her pussy towards his lips, finally getting his tongue to run through her folds while she chuckled mid-kiss devilishly, letting her fingers go crazy on Nayeon's bean.
Nayeon reciprocated it. Her ankles hugged Mina's back, forcing their torsos to touch completely. Her big hands went down to that juicy pair of buttcheeks and spread them wide open.
'Dinner is served,' Seungdae thought, enjoying Mina's flavor, kissing her clit very carefully, making her flinch at every gentle touch until she relaxed, no longer afraid of any attack on her sensitive bean. Instead, he focused on the entrance of her cunt, purposefully shoving his tongue into her walls, resting his nose right on her pucker hole.
Their hunger pushed them to demand more of each other. Nayeon's fingers moved down to Mina's abs, caressing them as her hand reached her friend's pussy, pushing Seungdae's mouth from those slippery folds to the relaxed, already gaping asshole of the Japanese woman. Mina moaned hungrily as Nayeon's long fingers curled in her walls, doing the familiar dance only her unnie could perform inside of her. The man's lips kissed her rim eagerly, shoving his tongue in and out, making her tickle in that particular way she loved so much.
Seungdae allowed himself to go from Mina's tight slit to her puckered hole. Regardless of how roughly that first night with her ended, savoring that gaping pink butthole was a highlight worth repeating at any cost. Having it offered in a room with his girlfriend and the rest of Twice getting frikier by the second gave him the perfect opportunity to shut any thoughts.
The sound of Momo grunting as Jihyo shoved Seungdae's replica into her cunt caused the same reaction in the trio. His fingers stiffened against Nayeon's G-spot, causing her to mirror the same reaction inside Mina's pussy, which made her hips tremble and her asshole shut tightly, capturing the man's tongue.
"I want it," she moaned, reaching for his hair, pulling him.
"Can I go first?" Nayeon whined, pinching one of Mina's nipples. Her giggle and smirk suddenly turned into a moan, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Seungdae impaled her guts with his whole shaft.
"I'm sorry," he scoffed, already rocking his hips against Mina. "Queen's orders. You'll have to wait."
"Why?" She complained, kneeling on the couch with him lying on his left, lifting Mina's left leg as they spooned, Nayeon's fingers firmly curled inside the short-haired woman.
"Because you'll love what Jin and I will do to you later, and because you're a good whore who'll do as she's told," Seungdae scoffed, running his right hand through Mina's body until he reached her jaw to kiss her, keeping his eyes on Nayeon.
She loved the view. Her friend was thriving. Eyes closed, tongue swirling with his, hips swaying against his shaft, left hand pinching her own nipple, right hand softly scratching Nayeon's tummy. It was her subtle way to beg her to move her digits.
"Unnie," Mina whispered, moaning, getting the woman out of her trance.
"Will you keep her waiting?" He chuckled, letting the Japanese beauty bite his lower lip.
"Will it be worth it?" Nayeon asked, slowly moving her fingers inside Mina, more so to feel his length moving than to please her friend.
"I wouldn't dare disappoint my favorite slut?" He grinned, bringing a slight blush to her cheeks.
"Am I not your favorite?" Mina pouted, taking her delicate fingers to her mouth, and clenching her ass tightly.
He moaned, feeling her take his soul from his cock. "You may be an evil anal-addicted lunatic, but not a slut," he panted, smirking at her, making her smile with his words.
"Can you two fuck me like one?" She replied, biting her lip, staring cutely at them without stopping her hip movement.
"Any day," he scoffed, choking Mina with his right hand and ramming her butthole. "Nayeon?" He raised his eyebrow, challenging her.
The older woman shook her head, getting off the couch to kneel and kiss him while she shoved her thumb in her friend's mouth. This time, her fingers moved inside Mina's pussy as hard as Seungdae was thrusting into her.
Mina smirked warmly, gazing at their tongues swirling while she sucked her digit. She could spend hours getting her ass drilled, simply enjoying the constant reshaping of her guts, but it was Nayeon's fingers that slowly pushed her towards her first orgasm of the day. Not caring one bit to hold back, she let her lust guide her body, looking for her own climax, holding the man's hand on her neck and Nayeon's wrist in place.
For a moment, all Seungdae could process was the tightness of Mina's butt. No matter how insanely wide she could gape, or how absurdly deep she could get a dildo lost her guts, the control she had over her muscles made her insides feel incredible. The only thing that brought him back to reality was Jieun's grunt. That tone that combined her lust with a tint of pain.
Without stopping, he stretched his neck to find his girlfriend in all fours over Dahyun, chuckling as she pressed Jeongyeon's hand on her own asscheek.
Finally, he witnessed Jeongyeon's dominant side, ramming Jieun's butt while the soloist scanned the room and found his eyes. Unconsciously, he had stopped for a moment, drawing Mina's and Nayeon's attention to IU, although the older woman kept fingering her friend.
The look in the soloist's eyes was clear. Jeongyeon was moving just like she liked it, and she wanted more. They grinned, as if encouraging each other.
He resumed his pounding at Mina's asshole, reactivating his own threesome right before Jeongyeon pulled IU's hair.
"Nayeon," Seungdae hissed, causing her to shake her head and turn to see Mina's needy eyes. "Should we?"
"Eh?" Mina voiced, confused at the mutual glance they shared before staring directly at her. His grip tightened around her neck, and he thrusted so hard and fast into her guts it seemed a whole audience was clapping.
Nayeon's fingers went equally intense inside her cunt, pushing her G-spot with enough precision and technique that she could have made Mina explode without any other stimulation. Knowing that, her free hand captured her nipple to pinch it and twist it.
Mina melted on the couch, unable to face them as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her core shook first, a sign of her last bit of control before her whole existence convulsed in place, squirting in Nayeon's hand.
Seungdae had to focus on his grip and Mina's face to avoid exploding in her guts. Lost in the Japanese beauty's face, he managed to endure it until her pupils were visible again. She giggled, shrinking in their embrace, victim of her own sensitivity.
"Adorable, isn't she?" Nayeon grinned, biting her lower lip.
"A work of art," he smiled at Mina, leaning for a peck, then giving space for Nayeon to do the same.
"Can you keep going?" The short-haired girl asked, grinding her hips on him.
"You're never satisfied, are you?" He chuckled, and she shrugged, biting her lips seductively. Not waiting any further, he pulled her with him until his knees were on the floor, and her ass was on the edge of the sofa while her legs made a full split.
With a smirk, Nayeon knew what to do. She made her way to straddle Mina's face. When she looked down, her friend's mouth was open wide, and her tongue was moving eagerly, welcoming those dripping folds.
Mina acted immediately, rubbing her clit, rocking her hips on Seungdae's manhood, and devouring her friend's folds. Despite the evidence literally dripping from Nayeon's hand into her mouth, to any witness, it would appear as if the Japanese woman was just getting started.
Aided by Seungdae holding her ankles, Mina gripped onto the older woman's buttcheeks, spreading them to taste her folds. Soon, she had her grinding her hips over her face, leaning to the man, and trying to contain her moans.
Nayeon ogled at Seungdae, watching his girth captured by Mina's rim. "I need your cock," she panted, reaching for his abs, almost pleading.
"Told you: Queen's orders," he chuckled, leaning forward to lick her plump lips.
"Please!" Nayeon moaned, licking his tongue, exhaling on his mouth.
As much as he liked feeling her breath and her helplessness, and as much as he would love to demolish her pussy, he also needed to wait. "Uh-uh." He hugged Mina's legs with one arm, practically framing their faces with them. "I don't want any toy entering this precious cunt, understood?" He grunted, biting her lip as his free hand reached for her slit, pulling her a little forward, forcing Mina to eat Nayeon's ass.
"W-why would I torture myself with so much to play with around me?" The older woman smirked, failing to pretend she wasn't already shaking on his hand, and loving her friend's tongue entering her butthole.
"Because, as much of a nympho as you can be, you are a good and obedient whore. So you'll do as you're told." He growled, staring at her eyes as closely as possible. She nodded, whimpering as his middle finger pushed her G-spot. "Hold it until you can't bear it anymore."
Nayeon hummed in confusion, even more so when he offered her Mina's right foot. "I hate you," she shook her head, moaning louder as he fingered harder and harder. Giggling, she welcomed her friend's cute toes into her mouth, sucking on them as intensely as her ass was getting eaten.
She felt Mina's chuckle on her puckered hole. It felt degrading. Despite having licked all of the members' feet, doing that under his command, knowing she'd have to wait to get his meat inside of her pussy, was slightly humiliating, but incredibly arousing; as much as witnessing him take Mina's left toes to his mouth while locked eyes with her. She understood it was his own way of saying 'look what you're missing,' and rubbing it on her face.
With his gaze on her, Nayeon let him take her to her climax, no longer trying to ignore how good his fingers felt inside of her and how deliciously wild Mina's tongue was running in her butthole. Her pleasure built up, letting it show not only by the occasional clenching of her holes, but also by how desperately she licked her friend's toes, going between her digits so quickly her drool was already falling.
She obeyed, feeling every bit of pleasure accumulating and holding it until her orgasm filled her whole system.
With eyebrows frowning as she begged with her eyes, a tear shed down her cheek. He nodded so subtly that blinking may have made her miss it.
Nayeon succumbed in front of him. In a millisecond, her eyes disappeared on the back of her head. She shuddered, held in place by Mina, who somehow got enough force to maintain her hovering over her face, and Seungdae, choking her firmly. At the same time, his fingers stormed her G-spot, letting the first waves of squirt fall on his hand until his stiffened fingers came out of her cunt and attacked her clit, causing Nayeon to convulse violently.
The sudden movement caused Mina's ass to clench tightly while the never-ending squirt gushing from Nayeon's pussy rained all over her torso. The Japanese beauty continued rocking her hips, however, at least until she heard Seungdae grunting.
Close call to his climax, but Mina stopped just in time. Panting, he admired Nayeon's broken smile and the seductive way her eyes returned to ogle at him, thanking him for already making up for their last encounter, even if it wasn't with his dick.
He hugged her tightly to kiss her, knowing every brush on her skin was sending little shock waves of pleasure through her brain.
"I may not h-hate you," Nayeon panted with a weak smile.
"I shouldn't have made you cum, then," he smirked at her, shoving his fingers back in her cunt to lift her from Mina's face. He stopped for a moment to see her run her digits through her torso and savour her friend's squirt.
"I can't lick myself clean," she scoffed, proudly displaying her body at them.
In a blink, she had both of them licking and sucking every part of her, from her lips to her neck, going down her collarbones and her small tits.
"Thought you'd drain me with that cute, little hole," he whispered to Mina, kissing her jawline.
"It would be a waste not to inject that load into someone's cunt," she giggled, fully relaxing. Seungdae took his time, enjoying Nayeon's flavor from Mina's midriff, while Nayeon herself went further down to lick her friend's folds and then her gaping hole.
"Can't I get at least a little bit?" The older woman pleaded, holding his thigh.
He eyed Mina. "I need to get my dick clean before shoving it in someone else's cunt," he smiled, taking a seat to Mina's left. Surprisingly, the short-haired woman wiggled her way into the corner of the couch, instantly taking his glans into her mouth.
"Yah, that was for me!" Nayeon whined.
"You can clean the rest," she scoffed. "Let me enjoy my own taste," Mina smiled cutely, biting the tip of her tongue as she licked his slit.
Nayeon set her eyes on him. His smirk and shrug made her angry, but he, having the boldness of reaching for Mina's folds with his right hand, may have pushed her a bit further. Just as he lay his back on the sofa, she pulled him a bit down and to his left, and jumped over his face, pressing her fat pussy on his mouth.
He welcomed it, enjoying her juices while their tongues swirled through his shaft, running over every bit of skin. The relaxation was so deep that he didn't mind when he stopped feeling their mouths, as long as his fingers were still inside Mina's walls and his mouth was filled with Nayeon's flavor.
"Great One," Jieun called him, causing Nayeon to jump from his face.
"Yes, my queen?" He turned quickly to see her with Sana and Momo standing behind his girlfriend. Seungdae chuckled, removing his fingers from Mina's cunt and kneeling to kiss his IU's bald pussy, tracing a path of kisses until he met her lips. "Is it time?"
She nodded quickly, biting her lower lip. "You may want to see your little sweetheart; you won't want to miss what she's doing," she winked at him, stroking his dick.
"Take Mina, I'll drop this one with Jeongyeon and Jihyo." Both nodded, and the man turned quickly to carry Nayeon in his arms, causing her to yelp.
"When will you fuck me with this cock?" She asked him, reaching for his meat.
"Oh, Jin and I have something in mind specifically for you," he smirked before interrupting Jihyo from eating Jeongyeon's folds, and Chaeyoung from drinking milk directly from the leader's udder while she fingered her. "Take one, leave one, right?" He joked as he left Nayeon in their embrace, quickly taking the tattooed girl as she playfully raised her arms for him.
With just one arm, he carried Chaeyoung, shoving his Mina-flavored fingers in her mouth before turning to see Tzuyu's tanned ass and pussy contrasting with Dahyun's pale butt and pink folds. "You have no idea how much I wanted to see that," he told the slim woman in his arms.
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Author's note: While writing the whole orgy, I had to decide where I wanted the focus to be, so this wasn't fleshed out in the actual fic. Since I have a lot of other things waiting to be written and I'm not sure if I'll have another chance to write MiNayeon, I also had that little itch begging me to write this little piece.
Of course, if you want more of this, you can read the whole orgy here.
Also, a few extra pics because I love them together, and they've been so clingy lately.
"Ahh... Ahhh... Yess baby fill me, breed me before you go," Mina gasped, her nails digging into the sweat-slick skin of her husband's shoulders as she rocked against him. The bedroom smelled like sex and the faintest hint of his cologne, clinging stubbornly to the air even as the ceiling fan spun lazily above them. She tightened around him, arching her back as his hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise—something she'd complain about tomorrow, but right now, she wanted the marks.
When it was over, her legs gave out entirely, and she slumped forward onto his chest, breath ragged. His heartbeat thudded against her ear, fast but steadying, while his fingers traced lazy circles between her shoulder blades. "See you in two weeks, honey," he murmured, voice rough, lips pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. The deployment was always hanging over them, but at least this part—the goodbye—was good. Better than good.
She exhaled shakily, blinking back the burn behind her eyelids. His flight left at dawn, and she already missed him, even though he was still here, still warm under her. The sheets were twisted around his legs, the bedside lamp casting long shadows over the mess of clothes they'd abandoned an hour ago. "Bring me back something stupid," she mumbled into his collarbone, forcing lightness into her voice. "Like... a snow globe from some desert base."
He chuckled, low and familiar, his thumb brushing the curve of her cheekbone. "Deal. Just don't cry when it breaks in transit." Mina pinched his side, but she was smiling—right up until the alarm on his phone buzzed, slicing through the quiet. Time up.
A week later, the grainy glow of her laptop screen lit the hollows of her collarbones as she slumped against the headboard, legs spread wide. His voice crackled through the speakers—"You look fucking gorgeous like that"—while his fist moved in slow, deliberate strokes, his eyes locked on hers. She moaned, two fingers curling inside herself, the heel of her palm grinding against her clit just the way he knew she liked. "Miss you," she gasped, and his groan was ragged, desperate.
When they came—her thighs trembling, his release striping the hotel sink—she didn't look away. She watched him shudder, watched his chest rise and fall, and only then did she let the tears spill. "Tell me about the desert," she whispered after, voice raw. Not about the sand or the heat, but about the stars—how they looked from his side of the world.
He hesitated, thumb pausing mid-swipe over the screen like he wanted to wipe her cheeks clean. "They're brighter," he admitted softly. "Like someone turned the contrast up." And just like that, they weren't talking about stars anymore. They were talking about the distance, the ache, the way home felt like a myth some nights.
Mina laughed wetly, pressing her fingertips to the laptop screen where his face blurred under the shitty Wi-Fi. "Bullshit," she said. "You can't even see Orion from there."
The screen flickered with static as his breath hitched—one sharp, audible pause. Then, quieter than the hum of the laptop fan: "I'm sorry."
Mina stilled, fingers sticky against her thigh. "For what?" The words came out flat, defenses rising before she even knew why.
Mina's fingers twitched against her thigh, the drying mess forgotten as the words settled heavy between them. "You're—" she started, then stopped, throat working around the jagged edges of her own disbelief. The laptop screen flickered again, distorting his face into something unfamiliar, and for a wild, dizzying second, she wondered if she'd misheard him entirely.
His voice cracked through the speakers like a dry branch snapping—too loud, too sudden. "Not being there when you need...this." His hand gestured vaguely at the screen, at her sprawled legs, the flushed skin of her thighs still glistening. The admission hung between them, raw and ugly in its honesty, and Mina felt her stomach twist. She hadn't realized how much she'd been waiting for him to say it—how much she'd needed him to acknowledge the gaping absence between them, not just in miles but in touch, in warmth, in the way his breath used to hitch against her neck.
The screen flickered again, and this time, his face pixelated into something unreadable. "Maybe you can think about it," he murmured, the words deliberate, weighted. She knew what he meant without him spelling it out—the suggestion he'd tossed out weeks ago, half-joking, half-desperate, after a particularly rough deployment call. Her fingers clenched against the sheets. "I'm really okay if you get fucked by a big black dick," he added, voice low, and the crude phrasing made her flinch even as heat coiled low in her belly.
"Yeah, I know it," she muttered, flexing her hand unconsciously, palm-up, as if measuring. "But I don't know if I can handle a big black cock the size of my hand." The admission slipped out before she could stop it, and she bit her lip, suddenly Hyperaware of how ridiculous she sounded—how small, how naive. There was a beat of silence, then his chuckle, warm and familiar, crackled through the speakers.
"Yeah, just think about it," he said, softer now. "When you're ready, you can call me later." The call ended before she could reply, the screen snapping black, leaving her alone with the echo of her own heartbeat and the phantom weight of a decision she wasn't sure she wanted to make.
Three days later, Mina found herself staring at her phone, Taeyeon's contact pulled up—the one friend who'd always been a little too honest about her preferences. ("Once you go black," she'd giggled once, flushed from wine, "you'll literally never go back.") Mina's thumb hovered over the call button, her pulse thrumming in her wrists. What the hell was she even going to say? "Hey, can we meet at my house 1:00 pm?"
The coffee in Mina's mug had gone cold by the time Taeyeon arrived, her boots clicking against the hardwood as she slid onto the couch with the ease of someone who'd been here a hundred times. "So," Taeyeon said, blowing steam off her own cup, "you finally decided to ask me about that dick, huh?" Her smirk was infuriatingly knowing, and Mina's fingers tightened around her mug.
"It's not—I'm not cheating," Mina muttered, heat crawling up her neck. "He literally told me to." Taeyeon's eyebrow arched, and Mina exhaled sharply. "He's deployed for months, okay? And he said—" She faltered, the words sticking in her throat. Taeyeon leaned forward, elbows on her knees, suddenly serious.
"Wow," Taeyeon murmured after a beat, shaking her head. "Your husband's got a fucking massive heart." Mina laughed, startled, the sound brittle. "Or," Taeyeon added, grinning now, "he's got a kink the size of Texas." Mina choked on her coffee, and Taeyeon patted her back, still grinning. "Relax, babe. You're gonna love it."
Taeyeon leaned back, crossing her legs, her expression turning thoughtful. "First time I fucked a black guy," she said, voice dropping low, "I thought I was gonna split in half." Mina's breath caught. Taeyeon smirked, tracing the rim of her mug with a fingertip. "No joke—he was thick, and I was tight. Hurt like hell at first." She shrugged, but her eyes darkened with memory. "Then he took his time, worked me open slow, and by the time he bottomed out..." She exhaled, slow and deliberate. "I came so hard I saw stars."
Mina swallowed, her throat dry. Taeyeon's gaze flicked to her, sharp and assessing. "You scared?" Mina hesitated, then nodded. Taeyeon's smile softened. "Good. Means you're not stupid." She leaned forward again, voice dropping to a whisper. "It's gonna hurt at first. But if he knows what he's doing—and trust me, they know—it'll be the best fucking pain you've ever felt."
Taeyeon's fingers hovered above her own lap, tracing an invisible shape in the air. "That first stretch? Like fire and ice at the same time. You'll feel every ridge, every vein, like your body's suddenly hyperaware it was built for this." She paused, eyes locked on Mina's. "And when he finally pushes past that last bit of resistance? You'll scream. Not because it's too much, but because it's exactly enough."
Mina's fingers trembled around her mug. Taeyeon's smirk returned, wicked now. "Then comes the fun part," she murmured, shifting slightly on the couch. "Once you're stretched, once you're dripping? That's when they really start moving. And honey, they don't fuck—they claim. Every thrust rearranges your guts, reminds you who's in charge. You'll come so hard your vision blurs."
The ceramic clinked against the coffee table as Mina set it down, her thighs pressing together reflexively. Taeyeon laughed, low and throaty. "Oh, you're thinking about it right now, aren't you?" She leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Imagine it: hands pinning your hips down, that thick cock splitting you open—slow at first, then deeper, harder, until you're so full you can't breathe." Mina's pulse thundered in her ears.
"And then," Taeyeon continued, her own breath hitching slightly, "right when you think you can't take another inch? That's when he'll pull out almost all the way—just the tip inside—and slam back in so hard your toes curl. That's the minute. That's when you forget your own name." Mina's lips parted on a silent gasp, her nails digging into her own thighs.
Taeyeon's fingers mimed the motion—slow, teasing withdrawal, then a sudden, brutal thrust that made Mina jolt. "That first time he bottoms out? Your brain whites out. You'll just... stop. No thoughts, just pure, dumb sensation—his hips grinding against yours, the stretch burning so good you'll sob." She leaned closer, her perfume sharp and floral. "That's getting blacked. One perfect minute where you're nothing but a wet, willing hole."
Mina's breath hitched, her thighs slicking further apart as Taeyeon whispered, "And when he starts really moving? Oh, honey." Her fingers curled in the air like claws. "You'll squirt before he even gets a rhythm going—just one hard thrust and your body betrays you, gushing all over his thighs." Mina shuddered, imagining the hot spill between her legs, the shameful thrill of losing control like that. "Second time?" Taeyeon's grin turned feral. "He'll angle up, hit that spongy spot behind your clit, and you'll scream through another gush, no warning."
The third time would be worse—or better, depending on who you asked. Taeyeon's voice dropped to a husk. "By then, you're so overstimulated every nerve's on fire. He'll palm your clit while he fucks you, rough and fast, and you'll come so hard you piss yourself a little." Mina whimpered, her hips twitching at the thought—the mess, the humiliation, the way his grip would tighten, forcing her to take it.
Taeyeon's eyes darkened with shared memory. "And the fourth?" She exhaled sharply. "That's when you black out for real. He'll fold you in half, drive into you like he's trying to reach your throat, and you'll wake up dizzy, drooling, with his cum leaking out of you."
Her pupils dilated as she leaned forward, voice cracking. "The first time it happened to me? I came so hard my vision tunneled. Eyes rolled back for a full minute while he kept pounding, my body jerking like a puppet." She mimicked the motion, head lolling, tongue pressing against her teeth in a grotesque parody of ecstasy. "Couldn't even blink. Just... gone."
Mina's breath stuttered when Taeyeon gripped her own knees, demonstrating the angle. "Doggy was worse—spread wider than you think possible, his hips slamming into your ass so hard it jiggles." Her fingers dug into invisible sheets. "Kept trying to crawl away but he just hooked a thumb in my asshole and dragged me back onto his cock—like reloading a fucking shotgun."
Taeyeon's thighs trembled as she mimicked the motion—hands braced against the couch, hips rolling back in a slow, filthy grind. "He'd pull out till just the ridge was inside," she gasped, her voice rough, "then ram back in so deep my stomach bulged." Mina's mouth watered at the thought—the brutal stretch, the way her own belly would distend under the force.
"And cowgirl?" Taeyeon's laugh was jagged as she rocked forward, her palm pressing down on an imaginary chest. "You think you're in control until he grabs your hips and starts jackhammering up into you." Her fingers flexed, illustrating the grip—hard enough to bruise. "Bounces you like a fucking puppet, your tits slapping your chin, his balls slapping your ass—whole bed shaking like a earthquake."
Mina's pulse hammered between her legs, her panties soaked through. Taeyeon leaned in, her breath hot against Mina's ear. "Best part? When he finally cums." Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips. "They pump so much you feel it—thick ropes hitting your cervix like a fucking firehose. You'll still be dripping him out three days later."
Taeyeon shifted suddenly, demonstrating—her strong arms hoisting an invisible partner effortlessly, thighs clamping around empty air. "But air-fucking?" She grinned, muscles flexing as she mimed being lifted, her back arching. "First time he pinned me against the wall, I thought my spine would snap. Then he hooked my legs over his elbows and just—" She gasped, hips jerking upward in a sharp thrust. "No bed, no mercy. Just his cock spearing up into me while my back scraped the drywall."
Mina watched, transfixed, as Taeyeon's fingers dug into her own thighs, illustrating the grip. "He held me like a fucking ragdoll—one arm crushing my waist, the other hand fisted in my hair." Her head yanked back in a silent scream. "Every thrust lifted me higher, toes kicking empty air, until I was bouncing on nothing but his dick. Felt like being fucked by a piston—deep, mechanical, no escape."
Taeyeon's breath hitched, her hips rolling forward with a wet smack of imaginary impact. "And then—" Her voice cracked. "The queefs." Mina blinked. Taeyeon grinned, wicked. "Oh, you think you're ready for that? Try holding dignity when his cock's so thick it's pumping air into you with every stroke." She clapped her hands together sharply, mimicking the obscene sound. "Pffft—pfft-pffft—like a goddamn whoopee cushion every time he pulled out."
Taeyeon's laughter was breathless, her fingers fluttering between her legs like trapped birds. "Worst part? The deeper he went, the louder it got. Rhythm matching his thrusts—schlick-PFFT—schlick-PFFT—until I was just a gaping, gasping mess." Her thighs squeezed together reflexively. "He laughed so hard he came early, still buried inside me. Felt his dick twitching while my pussy sang backup."
She shifted on the couch, fabric rasping against skin still hypersensitive days later. "Couldn't even cross my legs properly for three days," Taeyeon admitted, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Every time I sat down? Cool air rushing in where I was stretched too wide. Like leaving a window open in winter—except it was my cunt letting in drafts." Mina's breath hitched, her own thighs pressing together at the phantom sensation.
Taeyeon traced a fingertip along the couch seam, illustrating. "Showered at the gym next morning? Water hit my swollen clit and I came again—just from the pressure. Had to bite my fist so hard I left marks." Her teeth flashed in a grin. "Then some poor girl walked in while I was bent over drying my hair. Said my pussy lips were still puffed up purple like overripe plums."
Mina's fingers twitched toward her own thighs, imagining the ache—the shameful pride of being so thoroughly used. Taeyeon leaned in, her perfume spiked with something darker now. "Best part?" Her nail tapped Mina's kneecap. "When you finally clench shut again? Feels like your cunt's throwing a fucking welcome home party. Every step reminds you what stretched you open."
The front door clicked shut behind Taeyeon at 5:58 PM, leaving Mina alone with the echo of her own pulse between her legs. At 6:02, her phone buzzed—a new contact, saved simply as "black man" with a winking emoji. The clock ticked to 6:05 when she finally hit send on the message to her husband, her thumbs clumsy with anticipation: honey, my friend Taeyeon just give her 'black man' contact i will meet him at our house at 8 pm. I will call u my situation when we are done, love you honey.
At 7:59, the doorbell rang—two sharp pulses that vibrated up Mina's spine. She opened the door to a silhouette that blotted out the porch light, shoulders spanning the frame like a goddamn eclipse. "You're early," she breathed, fingers curling around the doorjamb. He wasn't just big; he was impossible, his shadow stretching across the floorboards as he stepped inside—six-foot-five if he was an inch, biceps straining against his rolled sleeves, the scent of sandalwood and sweat hitting her like a wall. His smile flashed white in the dim hallway. "Nah," he rumbled, the bass in his voice resonating deep in her pelvis. "Just right."
Without hesitation, he grabbed the front of her sundress—the one she'd agonized over for hours—and tore it clean down the middle. Buttons pinged against the hardwood like gunshots, fabric splitting with a sound like ripping parchment. Mina gasped as cool air hit her bare skin, nipples pebbling instantly under his gaze. "Don't wear a bra," he mused, calloused thumbs brushing her stiff peaks, "no panties,"—his palm slid down her stomach to cup her dripping cunt—"and already wet." His grin turned feral as he lifted his glistening fingers to her lips. "Perfect slut for me."
His hands slid under her thighs like she weighed nothing, hoisting her up against the foyer wall with a thud that rattled the framed photos. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist—then locked tighter when she felt the iron-hard ridge of his cock pressing through his jeans. He kissed her like a starving man, tongue plunging deep, teeth scraping her lower lip until she whimpered. Mina clawed at his shoulders, trying to keep up, but he swallowed every gasp, every broken moan, his grip bruising where he held her hips pinned against the plaster.
He broke the kiss suddenly, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black. "Where?" The word was ragged, a demand more than a question. Mina barely registered her own trembling finger pointing down the hallway—too busy staring at the wet spot darkening his jeans where her slick had soaked through. His growl vibrated against her throat as he kissed her again, walking them blindly toward the bedroom while she clung to him, her bare back scraping the wallpaper.
When her knees hit the mattress, he dropped her unceremoniously onto the duvet. Her lips were swollen, tingling from his teeth, and her legs fell open automatically—not from eagerness but from some primal instinct that recognized resistance was futile. He stood over her, stripping off his shirt with one sharp tug, buttons pinging against the nightstand. Moonlight caught the sweat-slick ridges of his abdomen, the thick veins running down his forearms as he unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness. The leather slid free with a whisper that made Mina's thighs twitch.
"Fuck, I don't know—it's so big," Mina gasped, her voice cracking as he finally pushed his jeans down past his hips. The sheer mass of him was obscene—thick, heavy, curving up toward his navel with a ruddy flush darkening the shaft. He smirked, wrapping one broad hand around the base and squeezing just enough to make a vein pulse visibly. "Nine inches length," he said matter-of-factly, thumb rubbing the swollen head, smearing precum down the shaft, "seven and a half inches girth." Mina whimpered, her cunt clenching around nothing. It looked like a fucking tumor, like something that belonged in a medical textbook under "anatomical anomaly."
He knelt between her thighs with predatory patience, his calloused fingertips skating up her inner thighs—slow, teasing, avoiding the slick heat between them until Mina was writhing. "Please," she begged, hips lifting off the mattress, but he just chuckled, spreading her wider with his thumbs to examine her glistening folds. "Uh-uh," he murmured, blowing cool air across her clit, making her jerk. "Gotta make sure this pretty pussy can take it." His tongue lashed out suddenly, flat and hot, dragging from her entrance to her clit in one brutal stroke. Mina screamed, back arching, but he pinned her hips down with one forearm, his mouth working her with ruthless precision.
Two fingers slid into her without warning, crooking up to press against that spongy spot inside. Mina sobbed, thighs trembling as he scissored them slowly, stretching her open while his tongue flicked her clit in rapid circles. "Oh god—oh fuck—" Her words dissolved into nonsense as he added a third finger, the stretch burning deliciously. He watched her face intently, gauging her reactions, adjusting the angle until her entire body locked up, her cunt pulsing around his fingers. "There we go," he growled, curling his fingers just right, milking another orgasm out of her. "Good girl. Now you're wet enough."
His fingers withdrew with a lewd pop, slick glistening up to his knuckles. Mina panted, watching through hooded eyes as he spat into his palm and stroked himself twice—the sound obscenely wet, his cock glistening under the bedroom light. He lined up slowly, the fat head pressing against her entrance, spreading her open just from the pressure. "Breathe," he ordered, and Mina sucked in a shaky breath right as he pushed forward. The stretch was immediate, unbearable—her nails raked down his forearms as her body fought the intrusion. He paused when just the tip was inside, his jaw clenched tight, sweat beading on his brow. "Fuck, you're tight," he gritted out, thumb rubbing circles on her clit to distract her. "Gotta relax, baby. Let me in."
Taeyeon's words echoed in Mina's head as he pressed deeper—you'll come so hard you see stars—and suddenly, with a sickeningly wet sound, he sank another inch inside. Mina screamed, her back arching off the bed, her vision whiting out from the pain-pleasure of it. He groaned, his hips stuttering forward involuntarily, burying another thick inch inside her throbbing cunt. "That's it," he panted, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it. Just like that." His voice was rough, strained, like he was holding back by sheer force of will. Mina sobbed, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her body adjusting around the impossible girth splitting her open.
She barely had time to catch her breath before he pulled back—just an inch—then slammed forward again, forcing another fraction of his monstrous cock inside her. Mina's nails raked down his chest, her scream breaking into a choked gasp. "Too much—too—" she begged, but he silenced her with a brutal kiss, swallowing her cries as his hips rolled forward relentlessly. The stretch was unbearable, her cunt burning with every inch he claimed, but beneath the pain was something darker, something primal that made her thighs tremble with want. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her lips. "You're doing so good," he murmured, his voice thick with praise. "Just a little more."
Then, without warning, he shoved the last of his length inside in one brutal thrust, his balls slapping against her ass as he bottomed out. Mina's scream tore through the room, her body seizing around him as her orgasm ripped through her without warning. Her vision tunneled, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her cunt pulsing around his cock in wet, spasming clenches. He groaned, his forehead dropping to hers, his hips grinding against her in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice wrecked. "You're taking it so well, baby. Just like that." His hands moved to her thighs, spreading them wider, forcing her to take every inch as he began to move.
Mina couldn't stop the words tumbling out of her mouth between ragged gasps. "Oh god—it's so deep—I can feel you—everywhere—" Her voice broke as he pulled back almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside, before slamming back in with enough force to jolt her up the bed. Her back arched off the mattress, her nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. "It's—it's like you're rearranging my fucking guts," she sobbed, her head thrashing against the pillow as he set a relentless pace, each thrust dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl. "I can feel—every ridge—every vein—"
His breath hitched as he watched her unravel beneath him, his grip tightening on her hips. "Yeah? You feel that?" he growled, angling his hips up sharply, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. Mina shrieked, her thighs clamping around him instinctively, her body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over her. "I feel it—I feel it—oh god, it's too much—" she babbled, her voice cracking, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless, rhythmic pulses.
He didn't let up, his pace turning ruthless, his hips pistoning into her with brutal efficiency. "No, it's not," he gritted out, his voice raw with restraint. "You're taking it so fucking good. You're made for this." His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, spreading her even wider as he fucked her into the mattress, each snap of his hips punctuated by the wet slap of skin and Mina's broken, gasping moans. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice rough, his thrusts never faltering. "Tell me how it feels."
Mina's mind spun, Taeyeon's words tumbling from her lips between ragged breaths. "Like—like fire and ice," she whimpered, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her body jerking with each deep thrust. "Every ridge—every vein—" Her voice broke as he angled up sharply, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. "Oh god—you're—you're rearranging my guts," she sobbed, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless pulses. "I can feel—I can feel you everywhere—"
His growl vibrated against her throat as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Good," he rasped, his thrusts turning sharper, deeper, his cock spearing into her with enough force to jolt her up the bed. "Now scream for me." And she did—her voice cracking as he bottomed out with a brutal thrust, her body seizing around him as another orgasm tore through her, her vision tunneling, her cunt clenching around him in wet, spasming pulses.
He didn't stop, his hips grinding against hers in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still, his fingers tightening on her hips as he forced her to take every inch. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with praise, his breath hot against her lips. "Just like that. Take it all." And Mina did—her body arching beneath him, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him, her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned.
The first squirt hit her like a tidal wave—her entire body jerking beneath him, her vision whiting out as her cunt clenched violently around his cock, her juices gushing out in a hot, wet flood that soaked the sheets beneath them. Mina screamed, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, her back arching off the bed, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. The second came faster—her body convulsing around him as he drove into her with relentless force, her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices splattering against his thighs as he fucked her through it, his grip bruising on her hips.
By the third, she was delirious—her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless pulses, her juices leaking out in slick, rhythmic gushes with every brutal thrust. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—I can't stop—" she sobbed, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with her own arousal, her body jerking beneath him like a puppet on strings. He didn't slow down, didn't let up, his hips pistoning into her with ruthless efficiency, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl, her vision tunneling with every deep, relentless thrust.
The fourth hit her like a freight train—her entire body seizing around him, her cunt clamping down so tightly he groaned, his thrusts stuttering as her juices gushed out in a hot, wet flood that soaked them both. Mina's scream tore through the room, her body convulsing around him as her orgasm ripped through her without warning, her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices splattering against his thighs with every brutal thrust. "That's it," he growled, his voice rough with restraint, his hips grinding against hers in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still. "Let go. Just like that." And Mina did—her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned.
Her vision tunneled, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless pulses as her orgasm dragged on and on, her body jerking beneath him like a puppet on strings. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—I can't stop—" she sobbed, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with her own arousal, her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He didn't slow down, didn't let up, his hips pistoning into her with ruthless efficiency, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl, her vision whiting out with every deep, relentless thrust. "You're not gonna die," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement, his breath hot against her ear. "But you're gonna wish you could."
And then—her eyes rolled back. Just for a second at first, her vision whiting out as her body locked up, her cunt clenching around him in wet, spasming pulses. But then it happened again—longer this time, her head thrashing against the pillow, her mouth falling open in a silent scream, her body jerking beneath him as another orgasm crashed over her, her vision tunneling, her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned. "Fuck—fuck—I'm gonna die—" she gasped, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him.
He didn't stop, his hips grinding against hers in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still, his fingers tightening on her hips as he forced her to take every inch. "No, you're not," he murmured, his voice thick with praise, his breath hot against her lips. "But you're gonna scream for me again." And Mina did—her body arching beneath him, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him, her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned. And then—her eyes rolled back again. Longer this time. Much longer.
"Welcome back, baby," he murmured against her throat as her vision swam back into focus—his thrusts still slow, patient, letting her body adjust. Mina blinked up at him, dazed, her lips swollen from his kisses, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his hips. Then his fingers dug into her waist, and without warning, he snapped his hips forward with enough force to make her shriek. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—control–it" she sobbed, her nails raking down his chest as he set a brutal pace, each thrust punching the air from her lungs. "It's—it's never gonna stop—"
His laugh was dark, breathless, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl. "Oh, it'll stop," he promised, his voice rough with restraint. "When I say so." Mina's back arched off the mattress as he angled up sharply, the thick head of his cock grinding against that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. "I can feel—you're hitting—my stomach—" she gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her body convulsing around him as another orgasm ripped through her. He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, his grip bruising on her hips. "Yeah? Gonna come inside you," he gritted out. "Fill you up—"
The first pulse of his release hit her like a live wire—her entire body jerking beneath him, her cunt clamping down around him in wet, spasming clenches as he emptied himself inside her. Mina's scream tore through the room, her vision tunneling, her mind blank with nothing but the overwhelming sensation of being claimed. The last thing she felt before everything went black was his teeth sinking into her shoulder—and the wet, sticky heat of his cum leaking out of her swollen cunt as her body gave out completely.
When consciousness returned, it was to the rough drag of sheets against her oversensitive skin and the weight of him rolling her onto her stomach like a ragdoll. "Still shaking," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement as he hooked his arms under her trembling thighs, forcing her knees up beneath her. Mina barely had time to register the position before he was pressing inside again—her cry muffled by the pillow as his cock stretched her still-loosened cunt, the angle somehow deeper now. "Fuck—fuck—my legs—" she sobbed, her thighs quivering violently as he gripped her hips and pulled her back onto him.
She tried to crawl forward, her arms weak as noodles, fingers scrabbling at the mattress to escape the overwhelming fullness—but his hand clamped down on the base of her spine, pinning her in place. "Uh-uh," he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "Take it." Mina whimpered, her elbows buckling as he fucked into her with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one forcing another helpless squirt from her swollen cunt. The wet slap of skin echoed through the room as she clenched around him involuntarily, her vision blurring at the edges—she couldn’t tell if she was coming again or if her body was just short-circuiting from overstimulation.
His fingers slid forward to press against her clit, rubbing rough circles that sent white-hot sparks shooting up her spine. "Gonna make you come one more time," he promised darkly, his breath hot against the back of her neck. Mina sobbed into the pillow, her body jerking beneath him as another orgasm crashed over her—her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices gushing out in a hot flood that soaked the sheets beneath them. His grip tightened on her hip, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release, his cock dragging against her oversensitive walls in a way that made her toes curl.
The last thing she registered before blacking out again was the thick, hot pulse of his cum flooding her battered cunt—and the rough press of his lips against her shoulder as he murmured, "Good girl." Then everything went dark, her body limp beneath him, her thighs still twitching with aftershocks as he pulled out with a wet pop.
When Mina blinked back to awareness, she found herself sprawled across his chest, her sticky thighs bracketing his hips, his cock already half-hard beneath her. "Ride me," he commanded, his voice gravelly with exhaustion but his grip ironclad on her waist. Before she could protest, he lifted her effortlessly—her gasp turning into a broken moan as the fat head of his cock pressed against her swollen entrance again. "Slow," he warned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises as she sank down inch by agonizing inch, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him once more.
The angle was different this time—deeper somehow, his cockhead grinding against spots inside her that made her vision swim. Mina braced her hands on his chest, her thighs trembling as she tried to lift herself up, but his grip tightened, forcing her back down with a sharp snap of his hips. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—" she sobbed, her nails raking down his pecs as he thrust up into her, the slap of skin echoing through the room. "You can," he growled, his fingers sliding up to pinch her nipples hard, making her cry out. "Move."
And she did—her body moving on instinct, her hips rolling in slow, grinding circles as she rode him, each drag of his cock against her swollen walls sending sparks up her spine. His hands moved to her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as he thrust up into her with brutal precision, the wet sounds of their joining obscenely loud in the quiet room. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with praise as she clenched around him involuntarily, her orgasm building slow and inevitable like a tidal wave. "Take what you need."
Mina's thighs trembled violently, her muscles burning with exhaustion, but she couldn't stop—wouldn't stop—not when every movement drew another ragged moan from his lips. His grip tightened on her hips, guiding her up and down with increasing speed, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her vision white out. "Fuck—fuck—I'm gonna—" she gasped, her voice cracking, her body jerking beneath his hands as another orgasm tore through her, her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches. He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with restraint, and Mina blinked up at him through bleary eyes—only to freeze at the raw intensity in his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, his jaw clenched tight, sweat beading along his temples as he watched her unravel above him. "Come on my cock," he growled, his hips snapping up with enough force to jolt her forward, his fingers sliding down to rub rough circles on her clit. "Now." And Mina shattered—her scream muffled against his chest as her body convulsed around him, her vision tunneling, her mind blank with nothing but the overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned.
Before she could catch her breath, his hands slid down to grip her thighs—his biceps flexing as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively locking around his waist as he stood in one fluid motion. Mina gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body still trembling from the aftershocks as he pressed her against the wall, his cock still buried deep inside her. "Just hold on," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, his voice thick with promise. "This will be the last round." Then he moved—his hips pistoning into her with brutal efficiency, each thrust jolting her higher up the wall, her toes curling as his cock dragged against her oversensitive walls in a way that made her vision blur.
Mina's head thumped back against the wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal as he fucked her into the plaster with relentless force. The angle was different now—deeper, sharper, his cockhead grinding against spots inside her that made her toes curl. "Fuck—fuck—it's too much—" she sobbed, her voice cracking, her nails raking down his back as he pinned her in place, his grip bruising on her hips. He didn't slow down, didn't let up, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her vision white out.
And then—it happened. A sharp, wet squirt gushed from her cunt, splattering against his thighs, followed immediately by a loud, mortifying pffft as air rushed out of her stretched-open pussy with each brutal thrust. Mina's face burned, her eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment—but he just laughed, low and dark, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with approval, his breath hot against her ear. "Let me hear you." The next thrust punched another wet queef from her battered cunt, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room, mingling with the slick slap of skin and Mina's broken, gasping moans.
His hips snapped forward again, and another gush of liquid spilled from her swollen cunt—this time followed by a series of rapid, wet puffs as his cock pistoned in and out, forcing air in and out of her with every brutal stroke. Mina's vision tunneled, her thighs trembling violently, her body jerking beneath his hands as another orgasm crashed over her—her cunt clamping down around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices leaking out in rhythmic spurts with each deep, relentless thrust. "I am going crazy" she gasped, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Then she felt it—the hot, thick pulse of his release flooding her battered cunt, his cock twitching inside her as he groaned, his grip bruising on her hips. Mina's scream tore through the room, her vision whiting out as her body seized around him, her cunt fluttering around his cock in helpless pulses as he emptied himself inside her. The last thing she registered before everything went black was the rough scrape of his teeth against her shoulder—and the wet, sticky heat of his cum leaking out of her stretched-open pussy as her body gave out completely.
When she came to, she was sprawled on the floor—her legs splayed wide, her thighs trembling with aftershocks, her cunt gaping obscenely as another wet pffft escaped her swollen pussy. White streaks dripped down her inner thighs, mixing with her own slick and the remnants of his release, her pussy still twitching involuntarily with each ragged breath. The room smelled like sweat and sex and something primal, the air thick with the aftermath of what he’d done to her.
Mina dragged herself toward her phone with numb fingers, her body aching in ways she didn’t know were possible—her hips bruised, her throat raw, her pussy throbbing with every inch she crawled. She barely recognized her own voice when she dialed her husband—hoarse, wrecked, still shaking—but his excited gasp when he answered made her cunt clench weakly around nothing. “Tell me everything,” he demanded, his voice thick with arousal, and Mina whimpered as another wet trickle of cum leaked out of her.
“He—he fucked me against the wall,” she rasped, her thighs pressing together instinctively as she recounted the way he’d lifted her effortlessly, her legs locking around his waist as he pounded into her with enough force to crack the plaster. “I couldn’t—I couldn’t stop—” Her breath hitched when she remembered the mortifying wet pfffts that had escaped her stretched-open pussy with every brutal thrust, how he’d laughed darkly and fucked her harder because of it.
Her husband groaned, the sound muffled—probably by his hand—and Mina’s cheeks burned as she described the way she’d squirted uncontrollably, how the black man had growled “Good girl” before sinking his teeth into her shoulder and filling her until she blacked out. “He—he came so much,” she whispered, her fingers drifting between her thighs in awe, sticky with his release and her own. “I—I think it’s still coming out.”
The line went silent for a heartbeat—then her husband’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Did he stretch you?” Mina’s breath caught at the question, her thighs trembling as she spread them slightly, her pussy flexing around nothing. “Y-yes,” she admitted, her voice breaking as another wet drip slid down her inner thigh. “I—I don’t think I’ll ever close right again.” The wet sound of her husband jerking off flooded the line, his moan filthy with approval. “Perfect.”
Mina swallowed hard, her fingers tracing the torn edges of her sundress where he’d ripped it clean off her body the moment he’d stepped through the door. “He didn’t even say hello,” she whispered, her skin prickling at the memory of his hands—rough, impatient—grabbing the neckline and tearing downward in one violent motion. The fabric had split like tissue paper, buttons pinging against the walls, her breasts spilling free before she could gasp. “Just—just looked at me and tore it,” she breathed, her nipples pebbling at the memory of his dark eyes burning into her bare skin.
Her husband’s ragged exhale crackled through the phone as she described the kiss—how the man had fisted a hand in her hair and yanked her head back, his mouth crashing down on hers before she could even register the pain. “It hurt,” she admitted, her tongue darting out to trace her swollen lower lip where his teeth had split the skin. “But—but I liked it.”.
The confession hung between them, thick with something primal, and Mina’s thighs clenched reflexively as she recounted how he’d dragged her to the edge of the bed by her hair, her scalp burning as she scrambled to keep up. “Every time he touched me,” she whispered, her fingers drifting to the purpling bruises on her hips, “it was like—like lightning.” Her breath hitched as she remembered the way his calloused palms had scraped over her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Her husband’s groan was muffled—probably by his palm—but she could hear the wet slide of his fist over his cock, the sound sending an answering throb through her oversensitive cunt. “And when he—when he pushed inside,” she continued, her voice breaking as another trickle of cum seeped from her battered pussy, “I couldn’t—I couldn’t breathe.” The memory of that first brutal thrust punched a whimper from her throat, her body convulsing weakly at the phantom sensation of being split open.
“But then—” Her voice dropped to a shattered whisper, her thighs trembling as she spread them slightly, her pussy flexing around nothing. “Then it was all I could feel.” The phone slipped from her sweaty fingers as another orgasm ripped through her—her back arching off the floor, her cunt pulsing violently around the absence of him, her scream echoing through the empty room.
Her husband’s ragged breath crackled through the speaker—desperate, eager—but Mina barely heard it over the white noise in her ears. “He—he made me come so hard I—” Her voice cracked as another wet squirt gushed from her battered pussy, splattering against her thighs with a mortifying splat. “I—I couldn’t stop,” she whimpered, her fingers digging into her own bruised hips as aftershocks wracked her body. “Even when I—when I blacked out—”
“Actually,” her husband interrupted, his voice suddenly sharp—unnaturally calm—and Mina froze mid-sentence, her breath hitching at the shift in tone. “I put a CCTV inside our bedroom,” he continued, the words deliberate, weighted. “Connected to my phone.” The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound the wet drip of cum sliding from her swollen cunt onto the floor. “So I know,” he hissed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “every second he pounded into you.”
"Hands All Over" [+18] | Knight's Smutrathon Special - DAY 26
ft. TWICE's Yoo Jeongyeon, Park Jihyo, and Myoui Mina (ft. Hirai Momo and Minatozaki Sana)
WORD COUNT: 1669
REQUESTED BY: @4ngel1naxx
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DESCRIPTION: While watching the misamo tour g!p JeongHyo got horny while watching their members (specifically to Mina) dancing in the stage. After the concert, MISAMO invited their members in their hotel to celebrate the tour and ended up being drunk.
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Jeongyeon and Jihyo were the members who did the most effort just to attend many cities for MISAMO’s Japan tour. Whenever they were being recognized by the members themselves, getting the cameras spotting them and have them flashed on the large screen, the fans greet them with a deafening screams while thinking its wholesome seeing them supporting their friends.
That’s not just the case for them, especially Jeongyeon. They’re here not just for that, but for a very discreet reason that they can’t disclose to the public. The three have a strange relationship with them, in a fun manner, except for the two particular members whose bond has blossomed into something more.
During the concert, they can observe how the crowd reacts well to their songs, mostly because of how these three could hypnotize all into getting giddy with their alluring actions. That didn’t left the two safe from their teases, as they throw comments about them through whispers, something they can’t let anybody hear from them.
“I really wanna suck Momo’s tits after the concert. The way they just jiggle whenever she dances, ugh I’m getting thirsty.” Jihyo said as she tried to sneakily grope her own tits in her shirt.
“Psst, it can wait. Don’t you think I’m not getting horny too? My cock here is hard after seeing Mina did that shit on her neck. If only I could mark them all with hickeys.” Jeongyeon growled as she bit her lips to contain herself.
“Ugh fine. We’ve been in three cities now, we should hurry and fuck them as we can before our schedules catch up on us. I also miss Sana having her way on my boobs.” She said as her nipples tingled in desire, causing her cock as well to bulge on her pants.
The show has ended and they quickly searched for a route to the backstage where they can meet the girls on the VIP room. They arrived there and they all hugged, with Jeongyeon kissing Mina on the cheeks as much as she wanted to have her on the lips, but should be done instead to avoid getting noticed by their managers.
“We should have a drink! The pay is on us!” Jihyo invited them and they did accept.
They went on their hotel room and bought as many food as they want to celebrate this time they have together and as well for MISAMO’s successful debut sub-unit concert. They were all laughs and chats about any random topic they could share to each other, just a usual get-along moment in TWICE.
Jeongyeon noticed that Mina is already getting the effects of the beer she just take after only two glasses, due to her weak alcohol tolerance. After the girls teasing the adorable penguin getting her head hazy from consciousness, Jeongyeon sends her girlfriend to the bedroom and lay her there.
After she fix Mina’s posture on the bed, Jeongyeon couldn’t stop staring at her dreamy face, into the v-collared t-shirt she’s on, remembering what she did in Funny Valentine. She gulped thinking about it, until the temptation has reached its breaking point when Mina was pursing her lips at her.
“I want a khiss, J-wongie~” Mina begs as she waits for her lover to give it. “I wuv you so mwauch~”
“Damn it, Mina. You’re making me so into you.” She leaned forward and immediately kissed Mina’s lips. It wasn’t just a simple kiss, both craved for it and would love to grab more taste of their affection. Their tongues danced, lips brushed, and breaths colliding.
Jeongyeon took the initiative to raise this to the next level, the alcohol kicking in to their horny system. She went down into her neck, as much as she wants to place them with lots of markings but thankfully a replacement would do for now. Mina moaned and holds Jeongyeon’s nape as she licks and gnawed at her skin.
“More… I want you more, Jeong…” Jeongyeon’s hands became more active, it went on her chest and teasingly rubbed the fabric through her covered ample breasts while she eats her girlfriend out. Abruptly, she stripped Mina out of it and her front was exposed, minty colored bra welcomed her sight and Jeongyeon felt more thirsty.
Unlatching the bra, she went to her tits, sucking those nipples eagerly, not giving a damn having her lover lose her mind more on her control. Jeongyeon went into her abs, worshipping the flawless build she has done for it, and tugged down the waistband of her pajamas to unveil her naked bottom.
“Me too, Mina. I want you so bad, I couldn’t wait anymore.” She set aside the central fabric of her underwear to expose her dripping wet pussy. Jeongyeon attached her mouth to it and gathered as much love fluid she can get straight from the source.
Mina was showing ragged breathing and gasps while Jeongyeon orally pleasures her. They’re too focused on their intimacy that they didn’t even realized somebody had just caught them red-handed and decided to interfere to tease these ladies.
Jeongyeon got confused she wasn’t hearing any more reaction from her girl, instead she was hearing gawking and slurps. She looked up and surprised to see Mina’s mouth getting stolen by Jihyo’s cock.
“You two ain’t slick for disappearing like that and staying for weirdly longer time.” Jihyo said as she continues to guide Mina’s head bobbing on her shaft. “That’s why I came in and well… don’t mind me sharing with Mina.”
“Ugh, just get into it. Keep her there, I’m taking her pussy.” Jeongyeon said as she takes out her pants and aims her cock at her girlfriend. She slowly daggers into the inviting entrance and no struggles of having it all inside her.
Jihyo moaned as she felt Mina reacted to Jeongyeon penetrating her that sent vibration to her sensitive cock. “That’s it, such a great cocksucker you are, Minari.” She complimented the lazy blowjob Mina has been providing her. “You better hurry up, Jeong. She’s way too good, I’m about to bust in this warm mouth of hers.”
“Chill, Ji. I cum pretty quick because of how tight she is down here. Proven and tested, many times.” She grinned as she didn’t hesitate to ravage Mina’s pussy, the bed rattling by how she fucks her girl rough, making her pussylips wrapped along her girth jerking every inch of her.
Jihyo decided to join her friend going crazy on this sexy woman bestowed upon them. She tried to match Jeongyeon’s pace, buckling her hips back and forth to fuck Mina’s face as she grabs a wobbling breast of her to play with.
“Wait wait, lemme switch for a bit!” She takes out her cock from her mouth and turns Mina to the side for her to lay down. As she does, she aligns her cock into her asshole and slowly entered, Mina cried out as she felt the tight muscle ring expands from Jihyo’s thickness while she gets invaded from behind.
Jeongyeon was almost bending her in half by how she’s plowing Mina with her legs spread and feet dangling in the air after she returned in her pussy. They couldn’t hear anything from Mina but they’re damn sure she’s having a hell of a good time by just a simple look at her eyes turning white and saliva overflowing on the corner of her largely grinning lips. Jihyo scooped some on her chin and had Mina suck her saliva back from Jihyo’s thumb.
“What’s the update? Are you almost there?!” Jihyo said, her face now showing trouble to hold her climax for long. Mina’s clinging on her head with her right arm, Jihyo’s tits squished as she presses into her close. Her nipples rubbing on her back stimulates her.
“Definitely! I just told you, this hole is just too good. Argh, I’m gonna fucking cum on your tight little pussy, Mina!!!” Jeongyeon roared in amped up aggression, harsh slaps into her thighs as she fucks her hard until that one push send him passing through the limit, firing blast of cum into her vaginal walls.
Jihyo also couldn’t take it anymore, she buried Mina’s ass to her base, stuffing her cock deep into her rear as she came hard. The two best friends shivered at how strong their orgasms were, pouring it all at this disheveled, dominated, and outnumbered dangerous woman both lost in alcohol and lust.
They slipped out of her, stood in the bed and breathed heavily while watching Mina’s dick-addled face, her tongue sticking out, and her used pussy and ass throbbing at the excessive load it just received.
“Good night, my Minari. Thanks for tonight.” Jeongyeon kissed her on the forehead and covered her with a blanket as she finally sleeps in exhaustion. “As much as I’ve wanted to pound my girlfriend’s ass, maybe that’ll do next time.” She chuckled.
“Yeah, she’s had too much already. Let her rest for now.” Jihyo said as she watched Mina’s peacefulness.
“Finally, so… can we have our turn now?” Both looked where did that voice came from, it was Momo with Sana standing at the door watching them, all undressed. “There’s no way only her would be getting those two huge cocks you got yourselves, right? Especially that both of us want something more to eat for tonight.” Sana bit her lips as she tries to seduce these two with her charming voice.
Jeongyeon and Jihyo looked at each other and smiled. The night proceeded for the four of them, having drunk sex all across the room while Mina was out of her senses.
Sana helps Jihyo fulfill her imaginations of what's her favorite thing she does for her, giving her massive orbs the well-deserved attention it deserves as she gets her pussy pummeled by the leader’s cock. On the other hand, Jeongyeon enjoyed Momo’s sexual companionship in any way possible too, all four of them just couldn’t keep their hands all over their bodies until they had enough.
"Dancing Machines" [+18] | Knight's Smutrathon Special - DAY 25
ft. TWICE's Hirai Momo and Myoui Mina (x Male Reader)
WORD COUNT: 2495
REQUESTED BY: @jiloaw
NOTE: We're down to LAST 5 SMUT FICS before I depart from writing.
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DESCRIPTION: Mina and Momo are college students and they joined a dance club in their university. They didn't join the club because they want to dance, they did it because they heard that the instructor is... something else.
=== START ===
“Good morning, team!” You greeted the people present in the room. They were all sitting around the floor chatting or using their phones while waiting for your arrival.
As you entered, they all hurriedly fixed themselves and stood up in arrangement. “Good morning, coach!” They all shouted in unison.
“In charge for leading the warm up, please begin do so before we continue where we left off yesterday.” The person you were referring went to the front and did his role.
Meanwhile, while everyone is focused on what you were saying to them, there were some exception among your team that doesn’t pay attention not because of your leadership communication. Mina and Momo, two of your newly added members were scanning your body again with immense fascination, just like days ago since they put themselves in this situation.
Two days ago, they saw from the bulletin board that they are accepting new trainees for the dance club. It felt like a coincidence to them because a day before that, they’ve heard some information about you from their socially outgoing friend named Sana.
“I think it was their last practice before competing in the contest that he accidentally poured his bottle of water into his sweatpants.” Sana recalled it to her two friends who were listening. “When he stood up, it went long for like seconds where his damp lower half was shown and girls, I'm telling you when my classmates saw it. We were shaken! We swear we saw a glimpse of his cock!”
“Eh?!” Mina reacted. “How can you be so sure?”
“Is there any other thing you can have there inside your crotch, something long that is curved and thick?”
“Was he really that big?” Momo asked.
“I’m highly certain he is, I saw it and it was like he even positioned it tilted aside and reaching his upper thigh already just to fit in his briefs.” Sana giggled at the thought that made her blush. She fanned herself to help her cheeks calm down. “He’s definitely the most gorgeous man walking here in the campus, I’m telling you both, you won’t get enough seeing him everyday.”
What she said planted Mina and Momo’s ideas and decision to try joining this club, not just for dancing… but for you only. Thankfully, they have superb talent in dancing which helped them get accepted when they attended the tryouts and officially meet you in person.
They didn’t believe at first that you’re actually already in your 40s, not obvious from how smooth you move and how glowing you look.
Now here they are, just like what Sana said, your presence was addictingly pleasing to the eyes. Not only you are handsome, talented, and kind… but definitely because of your body even perfected with that one particular thing they’ve been trying their best to get a glimpse for themselves too.
Unknown to them, they’ll instead get more of that when something happened later.
After hours of practice, everyone were tired of repeating the choreography to perfection. As everyone left the room, only you, Momo, and Mina were the ones remained.
“Girls, aren’t you going home yet?” You asked them after you already finished cleaning everything and had yourself resting at the sofa.
“Sorry, C-Coach, but can you do us a favor?” Momo asked you.
“What can I help with?”
“Can you critique our dance that you taught earlier?” Mina responded.
“You girls are exhausting yourselves too much. Just go home and continue it tomorrow.” You chuckled.
“Please, coach? Just one and we’ll leave. We’re just curious how it’ll look when we get watched by yours only, like what’s the possible difference and what can we improve about it.”
“I don’t know about you both but so far, you two have been impressing me since you two joined us.” You said. Mina and Momo smiled thankfully, embarrassed. “So, I don’t see what’s the need for this. But if you guys are that persistent and determinated then I’ll let you be.”
“Thank you, coach! Don’t worry, we’ll return the favor right after this!” Momo winked and smirked with Mina which made you smile awkwardly. You swiped into your playlist again and played the song from earlier.
Mina and Momo began dancing, they portrayed themselves are their respective partners to pull off the collaborative performance. You watched them as they move gracefully in the floor while their antics didn’t escape from your observation.
They look so tempting as they began to show the sexy parts. Their eyes are locked on you as they either do having their hands roaming very slowly into their body, twirl their hair around and sway it as it got haggard, and crawl onto the floor towards you.
The choreo ended and you clapped slowly. “That’s what I’m talking about. You girls didn’t have to do this. You both already have what it takes to pull off that style.” You praised them.
“Thank you for the kind words, coach.”
“We appreciated it.”
“No problem at all, you two deserve it.” You laughed. “Anyways, have a safe way home okay?”
“Wait, coach! We’re not done yet.” Momo intervened.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Our return from the favor, remember?”
“Uhh yeah, but… no need, girls. That’s enough and don’t give yourself too much-”
“Coach.” Mina kneeled at your right leg and held there as she spoke to you very intently. “Sorry but… you can’t stop us. And I know you’ll not when we tell you what we want for this.”
“Enlighten me, please. ‘Cause i’m so confused what’s going on you two.” You replied.
Momo went next to Mina, also kneeling but on your left leg. “Will you let us say our thanks if we get to see… what’s in here.” They rubbed our crotch and you tweaked.
“W-what the- Girls, what were you thinking?!” You pushed them aside. “Do you know what is this? This is harassment.”
“It wouldn’t be as long as you agree to it as well. We’ll make you say yes, I’m telling you.’ Momo grinned as she dared to reach your spot again but you tried to fight back.
“Girls, I’m giving you a chance to get out of here or else I will do-”
“Don’t you really want it, coach?” Mina thrown herself on your side, turned your head around and asked you closely with her hands cupping your cheeks. “You can have us for free right here and its an offer. Don’t you still want to fuck us right here, right now?”
“Because you two are my students, what’s there not to understand?!” You complained.
“It’s just a yes or no question, coach. Plus, we don’t care about any of that.” Mina smirked teasingly.
“Hey, Mina. Take a look at this.” Momo called her. She looked where she was pointing, her eyes went big before a mix of gasp and bright grin appeared in her mouth.
They were both looking at your stuff now fully erect and forming an outline through your sweatpants. You shut your eyes, knowing you were caught.
“We don’t need to hear it, sometimes… we just have to find the answer elsewhere on them.” Momo said. “And it seems like you’re lying, coach.”
“Momo, it’s not what you think.”
“Oh is that so, coach?” Mina started to bring her hands down onto your neck to your chest. “Then try to convince us it wasn’t. Like were stupid and blind to not see that you really are.
, do want this.”
She leaned more closer and closer until she’s inches away from your face while you can’t speak anything to say in return. “That’s right, Now, let us show you coach why you won’t regret it, so stop being a killjoy and just have fun with us.”
Momo grabbed your cock and rubbed her palm on it, stroking through the sweatpants. You then captured Mina’s lips as she kisses you. Unmoved, these girls took their turns to have you just like what they wanted.
Your bottom was felt to be undressed until it was bundled around your ankle. Momo let out a surprised sound when once your underwear was removed, your hardened shaft that was being held parallel awakens and almost hit Momo’s nose with it.
Mina stopped you from kissing and she couldn’t process what she’s seeing. They’re both so flabbergasted at your size. “Holy shit, the rumors were true.”
“You’re so big indeed, coach.”
“Wait, rumors?! The hell you two talking about?”
“My friend saw an incident of you wetting your pants with your water, and she saw your thing bulging.” Momo explained. “Then we got curious about it and now, we’re literally looking at its glory.”
“God, you’re so damn hot, coach.” Mina resumed kissing you, this time with more rhythm and active hand caressing onto your chest.
“Don’t mind me, Mina. I’ll take the first taste here.” She stroked your cock, marvelled at its appearance with desire, and had you inside her mouth. You shivered as you felt both tenderness and warmth around your head and an inch of your shaft.
Mina placed your hand on top of Momo’s head who’s giving you a blowjob now while the other one encouraged you to grope her tits. There were small but enough to be handled with your hand.
She helped you take off your shirt before she took out hers as well. “What now, coach? Do you still want to quit?”
“Damn it, fine. You two were right. Now come here and kiss me more.” You grabbed Mina’s head and pulled her back into your lips. Your hands are petting Momo as she continues to suck your dick.
“Hmmm this is the best cock I’ve ever seen and tasted. So thick and beautiful.” Momo complimented it, wiping her chin from her leaking saliva while she pumps your dick with twisting motions.
She removed her shirt to expose her huge tits encased in her black laced bra. You were showering Mina’s cleavage with kisses and licks until you were distracted by the size of the other Japanese mounds.
“Ugh, unnie just enjoy your turn there before I go next. Stop stealing him away from me.”
“Sorry, Mina. I didn’t even intend to. You can have this after, okay?”
“Hey, Mina. Don’t sulk. You have me too.” You comforted Mina. “How pretty you are is what already disrupted my attention way before Momo did that.”
“That’s fluttering of you, coach. Sure, but don’t think I won’t let myself have nothing to flaunt,.” She left the couch and stood to remove her pants. Your eyes slowly widened as each skin of her voluptuous ass was unraveled, topped with a white thong that only her crack was concealed by how enormous her fat cheeks were.
“Holy shit, you two are really fucking great. And these are all for me?” You extend your arm to have a grasp of Mina’s ass and slapped it. “Take me all in, I don’t give a fuck anymore, this shit’s all part-time anyway.”
Both had a victorious smile on their faces. Momo placed your cock between her boobs to continue ejaculating you. Mina bent forward onto the shelf to help you bury your face there and eat her out.
She was called afterwards by Momo to switch. Mina was now between your legs and gave you her own oral work on your stiff cock. Momo straddled you and unclipped her bra before throwing it away and let you aggressively grope and devour both her milk cannons.
Mina was satisfied enough on giving your foreplay, she rotated and squat herself above your cock as she lead your tip pointing into her hole. She slowly sank down and accepted every inch of you invading her rear very slowly until she is now fully immersed to your shaft.
You let out a curse and a moan feeling Mina bouncing on your lap in a reverse style. Momo shuts you up and prevented you from seeing Mina twerking as she kissed you roughly. Only you can hear Mina’s lewd sounds as she is being pleasured by your cock.
Not long after, you had your first load erupting into Mina’s ass. She pulls away, Momo went after and her pussy had your cock next, still remaining on having her stuck to your body front to front. Both of you craved to taste each other again, Momo’s breasts compressed against your pecs, her ass rippling with every thrust upwards you take.
She squirted as her nipples were claimed again by your mouth just as you quicked the face of ramming onto her. Mina even boost your orgasm approaching and doubled the pleasuring effect with the way she was playing on your balls.
You cum inside Momo, painting her walls white and filling her to the brim. She unmounted, your seed overflow out of her hole. Mina ate her pussy out to share some of your cum while you kissed their skin alternately.
The dance studio was filled with lots of moans, curses, and other loud erotic and wet sounds for the past hour as they had threesome in any possible way around the room.
Mina was full nelsoned in front of the mirror while Momo is giving you a rimjob before she receives her own ass pounding in a doggystyle. Mina got proneboned on the floor while Momo is sitting on her face, and you challenged their flexibility each by placing them in some daring positions: fucking Mina with one leg hooked on your shoulder while the other is for support as you trapped her on your embrace while Momo was penetrated with her stance like a ballerina, with her feet up on the back of your neck as she leans sideways at the wall.
You finished cumming onto them by giving them facials. Mina and Momo grinned in satisfaction after successfully inviting you to their desires. All of you cleaned yourselves and dressed for leaving.
“Thank you coach, we look forward again to this kind of our private evaluation with you.” Mina said with a giddy demeanor.
“Same here, this shall remain between the three of us, got it? Nobody should know about any of this or else we’re all done.”
“As if we will. You’re ours only, daddy.” Momo touched your cheek and you blushed.
“Good girl.”
“Speaking of that, can we have one last favor to add?”
“Spill it, Mina.”
“Having a third Japanese tight pussy to try doesn’t sound bad, isn’t it?” She smirked.
“We told you that our friend Sana was the reason we knew about you. As thoughtful and caring friends of hers, can you put all her dreams and wonders about your cock into reality as well?”
You were amused to hear that, definitely not a problem at all to earn three young bold Japanese seductresses by yourself only. “I would love to meet her next time.”, you expected with whole eagerness.
The two dancing machines left the room and will go home to their parents thinking they’re just exhausted and limping from rough physical training by their respected coach.
=== END ===
Wifey Mina has been sold to pay for her husband's debt. Good thing she actually likes it.
Length 2.5K
Mina X Mreader
Mina took deep breaths, keeping her eyes shut as she mentally prepared herself for what was going to happen. It wasn’t the first time, and she was sure it wasn’t going to be the last. She just had to keep up the act. Mina grabbed her arms as they shook. She remembered the last time they had come here. He had promised that it wouldn’t happen again, but as it turned out, that was a lie. Now here she was, ready to be the bargaining chip. After the first experience, Mina had learned a lot about herself, mainly that she loved fucking other men. Still, she had to keep up the pretext that she didn’t want to go through with it.
In her mind, however, Mina was imagining all the things that could happen. The aphrodisiacs were going to be a repeat; at the very least, she was sure about it. Other than that, everything could be different. A part of her hoped that it would be a group again; she vividly remembered all the hands that touched her body—the way she was used like a piece of meat. Mina gripped her arms, her breathing quickening as she reveled in that memory. There was a knock on the door, bringing her out of her memories. She stood up quickly and bowed as the door opened.
“Come along, it's time.” Mina rose from her bow and followed the worker, her dress, if you could call it that, flowing with every step. The “dress” could easily be considered lingerie. The skirt portion only covered the sides, leaving the front and back of Mina’s body exposed; her silk panties were the only thing keeping people from seeing her bare slit. The body of the dress was also revealing, pushing up Mina’s breasts while giving an ample view of her bosom. In general, Mina’s outfit would be considered something of a slutty bride. The idea of being taken in such an outfit aroused Mina further.
Soon, Mina was led to the center of the stage. She placed her hands over her crotch, covering it as much as she could while you and the other customers stared at her from your rooms. The platform Mina stood on spun slowly as an announcer came over the speakers. “Our next piece is Mina. Standing at 163 centimeters, the 28-year-old office worker is here to repay her husband’s gambling debts. If enough money isn’t raised in the first round, she’ll be put back on stage until her husband’s debt is settled after the first customer has had their fill of her, of course.” Mina shivered. She imagined herself being presented to the buyers again, panties around her ankles, cum running down her leg, while her makeup was ruined.
“Let’s start the bidding at one million yen.” The announcer told everyone. “One million yen,” he repeated as one of the lights over the rooms lit up. “How about two?” Another light turned on a second later. Mina stood in the center, turning her head when she noticed another light go up, then another. Soon, she was up to ten million yen, already more than she made in a year. Mina listened as it doubled, then tripled.
“At this point, the amount should cover the debt,” Mina thought to herself. The bids continued, though.
When the bids began to slow down, a screen lit up, visible to each customer. “Please continue bidding. This is a reminder of what this young woman can do.” Mina looked at the screens, her face turning red. A video of her last experience here was playing, it must’ve been late into it as her face was covered in cum, almost glistening as she sucked on a customer’s cock. Mina covered her eyes, keeping a small gap between her fingers open so she could watch herself. The lustful look on her face, the way her muffled moans filled the room. Mina could remember that moment vividly, especially the way the customer had filled her throat with cum. The video shifted downward, toward her cunt. Mina felt like her face was on fire as she watched herself beg for it harder. As much as she would’ve claimed it was the aphrodisiacs making her act that way, Mina knew it was who she really was.
The bids sped up again, continuing to rise. The amount reached one hundred million yen, then stopped. The announcer called for another bid once, then twice, before finally the matter was settled. The platform Mina was on came to a stop, and her buyer’s door opened. The earlier worker returned to the platform and handed Mina a drink. The young woman spun it in its glass, the purple hue shining brilliantly under the lights. Mina knew the process; she drank it all in one go, the sickly sweet taste making her wince slightly. Mina put her hands to her side and walked toward the room. Her body felt warm all over. As she stepped inside, she laid eyes on you.
The door shut behind her, and Mina was left all alone with you, her eyes glued to your cock. She bit her fingertip as she stared, her panties already wet. The aphrodisiac she drank was already hitting her, the strength of it making her head spin. “Come over here,” you tell the young woman. Mina takes a few steps toward you before you stop her. “On your knees.” Mina follows along, kneeling before crawling toward you, her hips swaying with each move. You stroke your cock in front of the young woman, her eyes never leaving it, her mouth filling with slobber as she nears you.
Mina opened her mouth as she reached you, sticking her tongue out. You give the young woman a slight nod as Mina wraps her lips around your shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip as she places her hands on your lap. You push Mina’s head down, forcing her to take your cock further. She does so with ease, bobbing her head. You grunt. Mina was enjoying this as far as you could tell. “You’re a secret slut, aren’t you?” Mina doesn’t answer; she can barely hear you as she focuses solely on your cock, her legs becoming slick with her nectar the longer she tastes you. You chuckle, seeing the young woman so focused on you. You push her head further, your cock hitting the back of her throat.
Mina’s forced away, gagging on your cock. A strand of saliva connects her lips to you. She breathes heavily, her eyes half-lidded as she looks at you. You push Mina down again, slapping your cock against her tongue. She giggles as you tease her; she wants nothing more than your cock right now. You let go of the young woman and order her to stand up. Once she rises, you tap her legs, signalling her to straddle you. Mina does so slowly, her cunt rubbing against your shaft. You force her dress down, revealing her modest tits to you. You place one hand on her chest, kneading the soft flesh before pulling her nipple between your thumb and index finger: Mina winces, a soft moan escaping her lips. “You like this, don’t you?”
You had meant the situation, being sold for a time and fucked by strangers. Mina, with her clouded mind, only thought you meant the pain. “I love it,” You smile and pull on her nipple again. Mina moans in response, her hips rocking back and forth as she becomes hungrier. You let go of her tit and slide your hand over her panties, feeling her wet slit. “I-I need it,” Mina moaned.
You slide Mina’s panties to the side and rub her slit. She lets out a gasp, letting it turn into a moan. “You’re a dirty little bride,”
“I’ll be your dirty little bride,” Mina replies quickly. She presses her body against yours, moaning as your fingers slide into her needy cunt. “Mmm, deeper, please.” You push your fingers deeper into Mina, then pull them out. Mina’s about to question you until she feels your cock slide into her. She arches her back and fills the room with her moan as your cock stretches her. With your hands on her waist, you pull Mina down, forcing every inch into her tight body. Her legs shake as she feels you moving inside her. Mina can hardly catch her breath before you bounce her on your cock a few times. Her mind goes hazy from the sudden influx of pleasure.
“Ride me,” Mina nods at your request and steadies herself. It was hard to balance on the couch with her heels on, so she threw them off before holding onto your shoulders and beginning to move. Mina moves slowly at first, or she tries to, but you grab her waist and speed her up. Mina moans loudly as you get her up to speed. When you let go, she’s moving quickly on her own. Her muscles flexing and making her walls tighten around you.
“I-is this good, sir?” Mina moans through heavy breaths. You spank the young woman, feeling her firm ass for the first time. You keep your hands on the firm pieces of flesh, aiding Mina as she bounces on your cock. As the aphrodisiac grows stronger in her body, Mina speeds up further. You spank Mina, making her grit her teeth as the pain mixes with pleasure.
“That’s it, bounce on it, whore,” Mina follows your orders, bouncing on your cock quickly, occasionally stopping to grind against you, but quickly going back to moving. Mina moans as you knead her ass, her walls tightening as she nears her first climax. You help Mina further along, ramming your length into her. Mina cries out in pleasure as you drive your cock deep into her cunt. She cums first, sinking onto your cock as her legs give out. You move her along your cock a few more times before burying yourself inside her warm cunt and sullying the “bride.”
You give the young woman a moment to rest, letting your cum swim around inside her womb before lifting her off your cock. You stand up and drag Mina to her feet, turning her toward the glass behind you. Mina had hardly noticed it when she came in. You rub your cock against her slick folds and push back in slowly. Mina moans softly as you fill her again, her train of thought interrupted.
You pull out and drive your cock into Mina’s tight cunt, pressing her against the window. The cold glass rubs against her nipples, making her moans grow louder. You hold one of Mina’s arms against her back as you thrust into her. Mina was loving your forcefulness; her husband was never like this. She would push her ass back against you, trying to get you in deeper, even though you were already ramming into her womb. You spanked the firm pieces of flesh. “Fuck,” Mina grunted out, the pain and pleasure mixing into beautiful bliss as you continued to use her body. You watched her body bounce against yours, her ass jiggling violently as you slammed against it. Mina was already nearing her climax; she could hardly contain herself. “I’m cumming, sir,” she whined. You ignore the young woman’s warning and continue to drive your cock into the warm cavern, her walls clamping down on your cock. They flexed around you constantly, massaging your cock.
“Don’t cum yet. I have a surprise for you,” you tell the young woman. Unfortunately, Mina couldn’t control herself. Her knees knock against each other as you take her from behind. Her walls try to milk you despite you needing a little bit longer to cum. You could feel her body’s desperation, the neediness she had.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for cumming, sir.” Mina moaned, head pressed against the glass as she tried her best to hold herself together as waves of pleasure continued to crash over her. You let go of Mina’s arm. She presses it to the glass as you snake your hand around to the front of her body, tweaking her sensitive clit. Mina cries out, head shooting back and tongue sticking out of her mouth as you force her to cum again. “I’m sorry!” She yells out, her walls continuing to clamp down on your cock.
“You ruined the surprise,” you tell Mina. It didn’t matter too much; you just needed to get her close to cumming again. You thought about it for a moment. Maybe you didn’t need to do that if you kept forcing her to cum. Your thrusts become rougher, and you pull Mina’s long hair back. Mina balls her fist, the overwhelming pleasure bringing her to another climax as you flick her clit.
“Sir!” Mina cries, the constant rush she felt from the climaxes turning her to mush. You sneak your hand away from her clit for a moment and flick a switch. The glass changed, and Mina could see her husband on the other side. He was facing her, but by the looks of it, he couldn’t see her. Mina couldn’t tell that, though; she thought her husband was watching her get fucked, and that set her off. Mina’s walls clamped down around your cock. As you repeatedly hit her G-spot, you made the young woman squirt. Mina’s hips thrust forward, her nectar spraying against the glass.
“That’s it, keep cumming in front of your husband,” you grunt, your hand reaching for her engorged clit.
“Oh my god,” Mina whined, her body following your orders. Mina continued cumming, her nectar flowing like a fountain as you continued your ways. Your thrusts sped up her tight cunt, finally bringing you to orgasm again. You buried yourself inside Mina, soiling her cunt with your cum. Mina’s eyes rolled back, her body shaking as she caught one last glimpse of her husband. The young woman was broken. You pulled her away from the one-way glass and bent her over the couch. You deliver rough smacks to her ass before pulling on her hair again. A lax smile was on the young woman’s face. Her voice was hoarse, but you heard her clearly: “Let me see him.” You smile and bring her back up, letting Mina watch her unaware husband as you fucked her again. Mina never knew how good it felt to watch her husband while she acted out such dirty acts with another man.
When you were done with the young woman, Mina wondered how she could get into this situation again. She was rubbing her creamy slit as her husband entered the room. He got to see the aftermath, cum pouring out of Mina’s cunt onto the floor, her drying nectar on the glass. Mina’s entire body was slick, a mixture of cum that had escaped her lips and sweat. It didn’t matter that her husband was trying to help her; all she could think about was getting fucked in front of him again. It was her only desire.
Wifey Mina has been sold to pay for her husband's debt. Good thing she actually likes it.
Length 2.5K
Mina X Mreader
Mina took deep breaths, keeping her eyes shut as she mentally prepared herself for what was going to happen. It wasn’t the first time, and she was sure it wasn’t going to be the last. She just had to keep up the act. Mina grabbed her arms as they shook. She remembered the last time they had come here. He had promised that it wouldn’t happen again, but as it turned out, that was a lie. Now here she was, ready to be the bargaining chip. After the first experience, Mina had learned a lot about herself, mainly that she loved fucking other men. Still, she had to keep up the pretext that she didn’t want to go through with it.
In her mind, however, Mina was imagining all the things that could happen. The aphrodisiacs were going to be a repeat; at the very least, she was sure about it. Other than that, everything could be different. A part of her hoped that it would be a group again; she vividly remembered all the hands that touched her body—the way she was used like a piece of meat. Mina gripped her arms, her breathing quickening as she reveled in that memory. There was a knock on the door, bringing her out of her memories. She stood up quickly and bowed as the door opened.
“Come along, it's time.” Mina rose from her bow and followed the worker, her dress, if you could call it that, flowing with every step. The “dress” could easily be considered lingerie. The skirt portion only covered the sides, leaving the front and back of Mina’s body exposed; her silk panties were the only thing keeping people from seeing her bare slit. The body of the dress was also revealing, pushing up Mina’s breasts while giving an ample view of her bosom. In general, Mina’s outfit would be considered something of a slutty bride. The idea of being taken in such an outfit aroused Mina further.
Soon, Mina was led to the center of the stage. She placed her hands over her crotch, covering it as much as she could while you and the other customers stared at her from your rooms. The platform Mina stood on spun slowly as an announcer came over the speakers. “Our next piece is Mina. Standing at 163 centimeters, the 28-year-old office worker is here to repay her husband’s gambling debts. If enough money isn’t raised in the first round, she’ll be put back on stage until her husband’s debt is settled after the first customer has had their fill of her, of course.” Mina shivered. She imagined herself being presented to the buyers again, panties around her ankles, cum running down her leg, while her makeup was ruined.
“Let’s start the bidding at one million yen.” The announcer told everyone. “One million yen,” he repeated as one of the lights over the rooms lit up. “How about two?” Another light turned on a second later. Mina stood in the center, turning her head when she noticed another light go up, then another. Soon, she was up to ten million yen, already more than she made in a year. Mina listened as it doubled, then tripled.
“At this point, the amount should cover the debt,” Mina thought to herself. The bids continued, though.
When the bids began to slow down, a screen lit up, visible to each customer. “Please continue bidding. This is a reminder of what this young woman can do.” Mina looked at the screens, her face turning red. A video of her last experience here was playing, it must’ve been late into it as her face was covered in cum, almost glistening as she sucked on a customer’s cock. Mina covered her eyes, keeping a small gap between her fingers open so she could watch herself. The lustful look on her face, the way her muffled moans filled the room. Mina could remember that moment vividly, especially the way the customer had filled her throat with cum. The video shifted downward, toward her cunt. Mina felt like her face was on fire as she watched herself beg for it harder. As much as she would’ve claimed it was the aphrodisiacs making her act that way, Mina knew it was who she really was.
The bids sped up again, continuing to rise. The amount reached one hundred million yen, then stopped. The announcer called for another bid once, then twice, before finally the matter was settled. The platform Mina was on came to a stop, and her buyer’s door opened. The earlier worker returned to the platform and handed Mina a drink. The young woman spun it in its glass, the purple hue shining brilliantly under the lights. Mina knew the process; she drank it all in one go, the sickly sweet taste making her wince slightly. Mina put her hands to her side and walked toward the room. Her body felt warm all over. As she stepped inside, she laid eyes on you.
The door shut behind her, and Mina was left all alone with you, her eyes glued to your cock. She bit her fingertip as she stared, her panties already wet. The aphrodisiac she drank was already hitting her, the strength of it making her head spin. “Come over here,” you tell the young woman. Mina takes a few steps toward you before you stop her. “On your knees.” Mina follows along, kneeling before crawling toward you, her hips swaying with each move. You stroke your cock in front of the young woman, her eyes never leaving it, her mouth filling with slobber as she nears you.
Mina opened her mouth as she reached you, sticking her tongue out. You give the young woman a slight nod as Mina wraps her lips around your shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip as she places her hands on your lap. You push Mina’s head down, forcing her to take your cock further. She does so with ease, bobbing her head. You grunt. Mina was enjoying this as far as you could tell. “You’re a secret slut, aren’t you?” Mina doesn’t answer; she can barely hear you as she focuses solely on your cock, her legs becoming slick with her nectar the longer she tastes you. You chuckle, seeing the young woman so focused on you. You push her head further, your cock hitting the back of her throat.
Mina’s forced away, gagging on your cock. A strand of saliva connects her lips to you. She breathes heavily, her eyes half-lidded as she looks at you. You push Mina down again, slapping your cock against her tongue. She giggles as you tease her; she wants nothing more than your cock right now. You let go of the young woman and order her to stand up. Once she rises, you tap her legs, signalling her to straddle you. Mina does so slowly, her cunt rubbing against your shaft. You force her dress down, revealing her modest tits to you. You place one hand on her chest, kneading the soft flesh before pulling her nipple between your thumb and index finger: Mina winces, a soft moan escaping her lips. “You like this, don’t you?”
You had meant the situation, being sold for a time and fucked by strangers. Mina, with her clouded mind, only thought you meant the pain. “I love it,” You smile and pull on her nipple again. Mina moans in response, her hips rocking back and forth as she becomes hungrier. You let go of her tit and slide your hand over her panties, feeling her wet slit. “I-I need it,” Mina moaned.
You slide Mina’s panties to the side and rub her slit. She lets out a gasp, letting it turn into a moan. “You’re a dirty little bride,”
“I’ll be your dirty little bride,” Mina replies quickly. She presses her body against yours, moaning as your fingers slide into her needy cunt. “Mmm, deeper, please.” You push your fingers deeper into Mina, then pull them out. Mina’s about to question you until she feels your cock slide into her. She arches her back and fills the room with her moan as your cock stretches her. With your hands on her waist, you pull Mina down, forcing every inch into her tight body. Her legs shake as she feels you moving inside her. Mina can hardly catch her breath before you bounce her on your cock a few times. Her mind goes hazy from the sudden influx of pleasure.
“Ride me,” Mina nods at your request and steadies herself. It was hard to balance on the couch with her heels on, so she threw them off before holding onto your shoulders and beginning to move. Mina moves slowly at first, or she tries to, but you grab her waist and speed her up. Mina moans loudly as you get her up to speed. When you let go, she’s moving quickly on her own. Her muscles flexing and making her walls tighten around you.
“I-is this good, sir?” Mina moans through heavy breaths. You spank the young woman, feeling her firm ass for the first time. You keep your hands on the firm pieces of flesh, aiding Mina as she bounces on your cock. As the aphrodisiac grows stronger in her body, Mina speeds up further. You spank Mina, making her grit her teeth as the pain mixes with pleasure.
“That’s it, bounce on it, whore,” Mina follows your orders, bouncing on your cock quickly, occasionally stopping to grind against you, but quickly going back to moving. Mina moans as you knead her ass, her walls tightening as she nears her first climax. You help Mina further along, ramming your length into her. Mina cries out in pleasure as you drive your cock deep into her cunt. She cums first, sinking onto your cock as her legs give out. You move her along your cock a few more times before burying yourself inside her warm cunt and sullying the “bride.”
You give the young woman a moment to rest, letting your cum swim around inside her womb before lifting her off your cock. You stand up and drag Mina to her feet, turning her toward the glass behind you. Mina had hardly noticed it when she came in. You rub your cock against her slick folds and push back in slowly. Mina moans softly as you fill her again, her train of thought interrupted.
You pull out and drive your cock into Mina’s tight cunt, pressing her against the window. The cold glass rubs against her nipples, making her moans grow louder. You hold one of Mina’s arms against her back as you thrust into her. Mina was loving your forcefulness; her husband was never like this. She would push her ass back against you, trying to get you in deeper, even though you were already ramming into her womb. You spanked the firm pieces of flesh. “Fuck,” Mina grunted out, the pain and pleasure mixing into beautiful bliss as you continued to use her body. You watched her body bounce against yours, her ass jiggling violently as you slammed against it. Mina was already nearing her climax; she could hardly contain herself. “I’m cumming, sir,” she whined. You ignore the young woman’s warning and continue to drive your cock into the warm cavern, her walls clamping down on your cock. They flexed around you constantly, massaging your cock.
“Don’t cum yet. I have a surprise for you,” you tell the young woman. Unfortunately, Mina couldn’t control herself. Her knees knock against each other as you take her from behind. Her walls try to milk you despite you needing a little bit longer to cum. You could feel her body’s desperation, the neediness she had.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for cumming, sir.” Mina moaned, head pressed against the glass as she tried her best to hold herself together as waves of pleasure continued to crash over her. You let go of Mina’s arm. She presses it to the glass as you snake your hand around to the front of her body, tweaking her sensitive clit. Mina cries out, head shooting back and tongue sticking out of her mouth as you force her to cum again. “I’m sorry!” She yells out, her walls continuing to clamp down on your cock.
“You ruined the surprise,” you tell Mina. It didn’t matter too much; you just needed to get her close to cumming again. You thought about it for a moment. Maybe you didn’t need to do that if you kept forcing her to cum. Your thrusts become rougher, and you pull Mina’s long hair back. Mina balls her fist, the overwhelming pleasure bringing her to another climax as you flick her clit.
“Sir!” Mina cries, the constant rush she felt from the climaxes turning her to mush. You sneak your hand away from her clit for a moment and flick a switch. The glass changed, and Mina could see her husband on the other side. He was facing her, but by the looks of it, he couldn’t see her. Mina couldn’t tell that, though; she thought her husband was watching her get fucked, and that set her off. Mina’s walls clamped down around your cock. As you repeatedly hit her G-spot, you made the young woman squirt. Mina’s hips thrust forward, her nectar spraying against the glass.
“That’s it, keep cumming in front of your husband,” you grunt, your hand reaching for her engorged clit.
“Oh my god,” Mina whined, her body following your orders. Mina continued cumming, her nectar flowing like a fountain as you continued your ways. Your thrusts sped up her tight cunt, finally bringing you to orgasm again. You buried yourself inside Mina, soiling her cunt with your cum. Mina’s eyes rolled back, her body shaking as she caught one last glimpse of her husband. The young woman was broken. You pulled her away from the one-way glass and bent her over the couch. You deliver rough smacks to her ass before pulling on her hair again. A lax smile was on the young woman’s face. Her voice was hoarse, but you heard her clearly: “Let me see him.” You smile and bring her back up, letting Mina watch her unaware husband as you fucked her again. Mina never knew how good it felt to watch her husband while she acted out such dirty acts with another man.
When you were done with the young woman, Mina wondered how she could get into this situation again. She was rubbing her creamy slit as her husband entered the room. He got to see the aftermath, cum pouring out of Mina’s cunt onto the floor, her drying nectar on the glass. Mina’s entire body was slick, a mixture of cum that had escaped her lips and sweat. It didn’t matter that her husband was trying to help her; all she could think about was getting fucked in front of him again. It was her only desire.
I was wondering if you could write a Mina x fem reader where reader and Mina are dress shopping? And Mina gets tired of having to leave the dressing room to show reader the dresses so she just pulls reader into the dressing room with her. And reader is sitting in the corner of the dressing room covering her eyes while Mina changes. Then Mina sits on readers lap and asks her to zip the dress up. And reader blushes furiously at that and is gay panicking like crazy.
If you can’t no worries! 💚
do i look good? 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
myoui mina x fem reader
warnings: fluff
wc: 815
a/n: thank u bb 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 requests are open ❤︎
Mina only really wants one answer—from you ⋆˚꩜｡
You and Mina were supposed to have a peaceful date.
Just a mall trip.
Just dress shopping.
Nothing dramatic.
Nothing life-altering.
It takes exactly 5 minutes for that plan to fall apart.
The moment Mina steps into the boutique, she freezes like she’s just seen heaven personally open its doors for her.
Her eyes sparkle.
Her posture straightens.
Her hand tightens around yours.
“Look,” she says, already drifting toward a rack of dresses. “This store feels expensive.”
“That’s because it is expensive,” you reply, trailing behind her. “Min, that tag has more numbers than my bank account.”
She just hums thoughtfully, lifting a dress up to herself in the mirror.
“This one first.”
“First?? I thought you were just browsing—”
She disappears behind the fabric rack.
You sigh fondly and fold your arms, leaning against a display shelf while she heads into the fitting room.
5 minutes later, the curtain opens just enough for her to peek out.
“Y/N?”
“Yes?”
She steps out.
And suddenly your brain shuts off.
The dress hugs her perfectly, soft fabric falling around her like it was made just for her. She stands there uncertain, fingers twisting the hem.
“Well?” she asks quietly. “Is it… bad?”
You stare.
Then blink.
Then swallow.
“Honey, if you buy that, I’m going to pass away in public.”
She laughs softly, cheeks pink.
“Too much?”
“It’s illegal,” you say. “You’re going to get arrested for looking that good.”
Her lips curve into that shy-smug smile she only ever gives you.
She disappears again.
Then returns.
Again.
And again.
Each dress somehow prettier than the last.
You’re trying to give helpful opinions, but after the 6th outfit, you can practically feel yourself overheating.
Finally, Mina sighs and shuts the curtain again.
A minute passes.
Then two.
Then you hear her mutter from inside, “Ugh this is annoying.”
“What is?” you call.
She pulls the curtain aside halfway.
“You.”
You blink. “Excuse me??”
“You’re all the way out there,” she says quietly, like you’re the problem for obeying fitting-room etiquette.
“Where else am I supposed to be?” you laugh.
She pauses.
Then looks at you with that look.
The one that always means trouble.
“You could be in here.”
“Min.”
She doesn’t respond.
She just reaches out.
Grabs your wrist.
And before you can protest —
She pulls you inside with her and immediately shuts the curtain.
The tiny fitting room suddenly feels about 12 times smaller.
“Mina!” you whisper, flustered. “People can see—”
“No, they can’t,” she says calmly. “And even if they could, they’d be too distracted by how pretty my girlfriend is.”
Your face immediately lights on fire.
She gently pushes you to sit on the little bench in the corner.
“Sit,” she says softly.
You sit.
Obediently.
Instantly regretting it when she turns her back and starts pulling the zipper of her dress down.
You gasp and slam your hands over your eyes.
“MINA—”
She giggles.
Quiet. Soft. Dangerous.
“Relax,” she says. “I’m your girlfriend.”
“That doesn’t help,” you squeak. “It makes it worse!”
She peels the dress off, fabric sliding somewhere near your knees.
You cautiously lower your hands.
She’s standing there in a cycling and bra now, adjusting another dress.
Still devastating.
Still unfair.
She lifts the new dress and hesitates.
“Can you help me with this one?”
“With what—”
She frowns at the back zipper.
“I can’t reach.”
Your brain short-circuits.
“You want me to…?”
She nods.
Then — casually, like she isn’t ruining your life —
She sits on your lap.
Directly.
Comfortably.
Like this is a completely normal thing she does daily.
Your breath vanishes.
“M-Mina—”
“Please?” she says softly.
She lifts her hair.
Exposes the back of her neck.
Her spine.
Your brain breaks into static.
Your hands tremble as you reach for the zipper.
“Why are you shaking?” she asks teasingly.
“IT’S COLD,” you protest. “BUT THIS IS HOT”
She laughs — warm and quiet, leaning into you just a little more.
“You’re so cute when you panic.”
Your fingers barely manage to catch the zipper.
You slowly pull it up.
She shivers.
You almost pass out.
She goes stiff for a second.
You freeze. “I hurt you—?!”
“No,” she whispers.
“I just didn’t expect that to feel like that.”
Your face combusts. Entirely.
She turns to look at you, still sitting in your lap, eyes shining in amusement and something softer underneath.
“Well?” she asks gently.
“Do I look good?”
Your voice is gone.
Working.
Out of order.
You nod rapidly.
“Perfect,” you breathe.
Her smile softens.
She leans forward just enough to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Then she stands.
Grabs another dress.
And glances back at you playfully.
“You’re staying in here. I don’t want to walk out anymore.”
"A Tempting Deal" [+18] | Knight's Smutrathon Special - DAY 18
ft. TWICE's Myoui Mina (x Male Reader)
WORD COUNT: 3102
REQUESTED BY: @tarangvardhan
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DESCRIPTION: Mina has been frustrated with her husband's reluctance whenever she invites him for an intimate time. It has been almost a year she's suffering and she has had enough of it, just in time when she discovered something about her stepson that enabled her to offer a tempting deal at the cost of crossing the boundaries.
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Mina loves her husband a lot, no doubt about it. She thought she’s the best man she can ever have of, which is why she didn’t hesitated to reciprocate his feelings and marry him someday. Here they are now, 5 years strong and got introduced to a small but lovely family with an only child which is you, from her husband’s late wife.
He was also a great father to you, she believed some of the principles and values of his were taught mostly to you, making you act in resemblance to him. Mina just knew that immediately that you’ll grow up just as inspiring as your father is, thinking about it makes her prouder for her life right now. She was blessed with two handsome men who can accompany her as more years passed through or simply until her last breath.
However, nobody’s perfect. There will always be that one flaw that a person possess that either you who is close to that person would accept or retreat from it. Her husband does have one, and since Mina loves him so much she rather attempts to slide it off.
But in the present time, Mina had been contemplating now about this decision she’s been doing to cope with it. It’s not working and it’s not helping at all. She’s just going in circles whenever she chooses to ignore his lack of affection to her despite aching so badly wondering why.
Mina began to suspect herself if she’s the cause of her husband’s reluctance over her attempts to make love together. She’s well aware that they’re getting old and they cannot stay fresh as what they looked like in their younger days. For almost a year, he sleeps to ignore her chances, then she would find herself checking her appearance at the mirror.
She accepts if she wasn’t that attractive anymore, but it fears her still that it might cause her husband to fell out of love. That’s why her she started to do this plan where she would dress herself looking very enticing around the house to seduce her husband. Little did she know that it does work, but not for the person she’s targeting of.
One night, a heavy rain shocks the city. Mina just did her laundry earlier and decided to hang some of the clothes outside since her dryer was temporarily broken. She went to the balcony and started to take them off one by one.
You were playing a video game when you heard your step-mother bang on your door to do a favor of helping her. It took you more than a minute to get out. You went to her room and you were about to approach her but your steps went slow for a while when you saw her drenched in her super short pajamas and white shirt.
The outline of her black bra inside became very obvious because of how wet the cloth is. It wasn’t the only time you were finding Mina sexy. It’s wrong to think like that to your mother despite not being blood-related, but it’s challenging you when she wears so daring around you in the house.
“YN? Are you there? Grab these clothes and place them on the ironing board. Fast!” She shouted as she started to feel her arms getting worn out now from carrying these clothes. Snapping out of your daydreaming about her, you hurriedly catched those clothes and followed what she commanded.
As you exit the room after, you noticed that you forgot your thumb gloves for gaming on her nightstand. You were about to return back but her door was partially closed. Peeking through the gap, you were surprised at what you’ve seen.
Mina was changing her clothes, undressing her soaked white shirt with a sleeveless red tank top. Before she does so, it had you staring at her bare torso, where you catched her only in her bra for a second. As she finished, you quit spying on her and knocked on the door.
“Mom, can I come in? I forgot something.” Once you heard her permission, you went inside without looking at her, fearing it might distract you from what you’ve seen. You quickly went back to your room and breathed heavily at how insane it was to actually get a glimpse of your step mother almost having her entire skin exposed to your eyes.
Around 2AM at dawn, you were still awake and has gotten tired of grinding on your pc game. Collapsing on the bed, you rolled and stared at the ceiling thinking of a way to doze yourself off to sleep. You suddenly remembered Mina in her bra earlier and that effectively made your cock hard on your shorts.
Now horny, you just chose to whip it out and start masturbating imagining Mina stripping in front of you. Again, it’s not oblivious for you that this is completely wrong, but Mina is too attractive of a woman. She’s too irresistible and naturally enticing for you to just act normal around her.
You cum a lot on your hands, slowly stroking it as you empty your load. Some of it went on your abdomen and thighs. You were about to grab some tissues but just realized yours are now empty so you skipped out of your room to snatch some on the kitchen.
A horrible timing though, as you were about to go downstairs, Mina just left her bedroom as well. She caught you and called your name. You turned around in shock, Mina’s eyes largened at your hanging erect cock just swayed aggressively by your motion.
You tried to hide it to lessen your embarrassment from your step mom catching you like this. “Where is your short, sweetie?” She was perturbedly asked as to why her son doesn’t have any garment on his bottom. “Mom, I-I… just thought I’ll sleep without them.” You nervously answered as you avoid looking at her.
Mina stepped closer and had you trapped on the wall. “Sweetie, answer me honestly. Did you really?” She asked curiously, as she couldn’t buy your response for some… reason. Having a glimpse of your cock suddenly had her really interested about getting to know more about it.
It’s wrong, but she couldn’t help it as well. “I am, swear! I-I was just about to go to CR.”
Mina stared at you and then her eyes went down at your crotch being given at it best to have it covered by your hands. “Can you take them off and show it to me?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at her in confusion. “Uhh, why should I be mom?”
“Because I know you were lying.”
You looked at her horrified. Speechless and frozen at her presence, your body loses it tense to be let by Mina removing your arms to reveal your now semi-erect shaft. She kneeled and to your surprise, she flicked its tip which instinctively had you moan.
“M-mom? What are you doing?!” You genuinely asked her.
“I knew you were doing something… naughty rather.” Mina smirked. “I just stepped on a drop of your sticky pre-cum, you dirty boy.”
“Mom, I- I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe it’s just my sweat!” You shuddered when Mina gripped your cock and pinched your head to ooze some few cum left in it. “Oh, was it really? So you’re saying this cock of yours spewing spunk on me right now just happened?”
You didn’t reply, instead you bit your lips as you knew you are in danger. That fear though just suddenly vanishes in an instant, replaced by baffledness when Mina does something strange instead to confront your actions. She just scooped some of your cum left and took a taste.
“That means you’re just like saying I made you cum like this when I did nothing to you?” She said. “And mmm, wow… you do sure are tasty my dear.”
“Mom, just what the fuck… why are like this, I’m your son.”
“Step. Son.” She reiterated. “And I don’t know, maybe ask yourself too? But me? I just happen to be pleasing myself there at my room, being lonely again at your father who is gone and doesn’t seem to love me anymore.”
Mina’s tone became melancholic. She starts pumping your cock, which panicked you that you’ll definitely gonna get turned on by what she’s doing.
“I’ve tried so hard to get your father on me, but he just ignore me with his excuses. I get he’s too hardworking, but I don’t think he even cares at what his wife wants too. I haven’t felt being loved for almost a year now, son.” Mina started to get teared up, shortly pausing what she’s doing to you. Watching your stepmom this emotional is doing a rough effect on your chest.
“We barely even do kisses or hugs anymore, and if we do it felt like it wasn’t even sincere, more like rushed or forced. Especially sex, me and your father would just sleep with ourselves turned against our backs every night. Tonight, I’ve had enough… and I’m sorry for what I’m about to do but seeing your cock, I’ve had my limit.”
You gasped as Mina slurped your cock. Eyes went shut as the pleasure was sent through your nerves by her sudden oral service. How things went on by that fast, from having lewd thoughts about her and now here she is, giving you a forbidden blowjob where nobody could stop this act of infidelity between you both.
“D-do you like it, boy? Was my mouth making you feel good?” Mina said as she twirls her tongue around your shaft.
“It’s incredible, mom. Oh god.” You groaned when Mina put a pressure on her lips to conceal the circumference of your head. She went beneath and took your balls after, giving them a deserving saliva coating with her sultry mouth.
A pop just echoed as she released herself off your crotch and she grinned at you seductively seeing you completely taken over by her. “You are indeed a grown man now, baby. Look at this magnificent cock, just how were you able to hide this through your shorts?” She said as she wiggled and slapped it around her face.
“What size are you?”
“M-more than 7?”
“And it’s just with the length, goodness.” She was more impressed at how thick your meat is. “You’re literally huge, I couldn't fit half of you deep into my throat. I love how it just went from this small to this beast just when you looked at me.” She smirked.
“Tell me, have you wanted me so badly? Don’t be shy, just admit it.”
“Y-yes. I was… actually thinking of you earlier while I masturbate.”
“Naughty boy being horny to her stepmom.” She slapped your cock, making it twitch. “But don’t worry about it, because we’ll help each other out now from now on. Do you want it? You’ll be making your mom happy from now on while I do the same as yours, fulfilling every lewd fantasies you have there in your perverted mind.”
“Yes, mom. I do really want you.”
“That’s great to hear. Let’s get ourselves a bed to continue, shall we?” You nodded as Mina chooses your room. Once the door was slammed, she kissed you hungrily and helped you take off your clothes.
“Come on, strip mommy as well. I’m all yours now.” You obliged, tugging every garment of her out of her body. She was now standing there in her black bra you’ve seen earlier and her paired panty. Now she’s here standing close to you exactly what’s on your mind, and reality was indeed far better.
“I may not be bearing a large chest but I hope you can still do something about this one too.” She turned around and slightly bent to present her succulent ass on you.
“What are you saying, mom? You’re still beautiful to me.” Mina blushed just by hearing that. “And also…” You pulled her closer to you, her asscrack now pressed on your crotch, making her gasp. “I love them both.”
You slapped her ass which caused Mina to yelp. “Fuck yes, do me! Smack me hard!” And another one, you did it repeatedly. “Oh yeah, be rough on me. I can take it.”
“Do you love getting spanked in the ass?”
“Very!” You did again, a handprint of yours slightly marked now on her reddening cheeks.
“Well aren’t you a naughty mommy as well? Begging for your son to get humiliated by this, such a slut you are. Now I know cocks are your weakness to be like this, way better to brag that it’s mine who made you like this.”
Leading her to the edge of the bed to bend her further, you dragged her panties and buried your face on between those plump pillows of her while kneading them in circles. Mina moans loud feeling your tongue running along at her slit, using your jaw in serious intention of making her holes wet for preparation.
“Oh my… ugh yes! Fuck, you’re so good with that, baby! Keep eating me!” Mina moved her hips to rub herself to your face, helping you devour her more. With the pre-cum and your spit making her holes now set to be fucked, you led your cock to her pussy first, tracing her pussy lips until you slowly spread her innards wide.
“AAAAAAA!!!! FUCKKKK, NGHHHH SHIT, YOU’RE… WAIT TAKE IT SLOW!” Mina requested as your massive girth expanding her walls like never before as what your father could do to her. “Your cock is too gifted, my boy. I take back what I said, be gentle for now alright?”
“As you wish, mommy.” You continue to attempt inserting more into but it seems that she wasn’t yet used to yours that only like teo inches left to be buried deep on her snatch.
“Has dad really left you so tight like this?”
“I mean it when your dad never let me have sex with him, baby. It frustrates me.”
“Well good thing still, because I can enjoy your pussy gripping my cock so tight.” You began thrusting on her, making her moan. “I could tell it feels perfect around me, I can use this more starting today, right?”
“Yes, dear. Only your cock will be the one I want after how you impressed me with your package.” Mina was breathing heavily, jaw jw hanging, and almost fluttering her eyes in cloud nine whenever your shaft rubs her insides so well.
“I will make you forget how dad left his shape in your pussy, that you will never be contented when you’re with him and always after that you come find this cock to have its way on you again.” You bent forward and whispered to her ear as you pummeled her stronger.
“YES! FUCK, I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOUR COCK BABY. JUST DON’T USE YOUR HANDS ANYMORE, YOU CAN USE MY BODY ANYTIME YOU WANT!” You swayed some hair out of her face and licked her cheek before kissing her again on the lips.
“I’ll fill you up with my cum just the way you like it, I’ll keep you satisfied and punished at the same time for betraying my useless dad. Fuck, here it goes!” You alerted her as you can feel your balls tensing now at the impending release.
“Yes, oh god. Give it to me! I want to feel it inside!”
Rotating her body so that she’s now on her back, you reinserted again inside her and folded her with her legs sprawled open. Mina’s head were cradled by your hands as you stare at her intensely while you proceed you fuck her hard.
You kissed her to stifle her whimpers as you finally erupted inside her pussy, Mina’s legs shuddered as she can feel how much cum is being poured. As you let go and slid of her, her pussy lips were throbbing as it got creampied.
After that, you two went on for more rounds to end Mina’s sexual longing that will definitely have her craving for more as days goes by. You fucked her in doggystyle with your cock pounding her ass until it also receives a load of yours.
“I guess I’m way better now than dad, right?” You asked her as you had her watch herself in the mirror as your cock invades her pussy again from behind with her arms bounded by your hand.
“Y-yes, with that cock of yours compared to him… I-I’m surprised you are his offspring.” You sucked her neck and enjoyed seeing her moan with lustful expression on her face.
“What a pathetic, heartless, and ungrateful wife you are, cheating behind your husbands back because you can’t live without a cock in your pussy.” You were now fucking her in a spooning position while she’s clutching at the wall. “Let alone it his son you were having an affair with.”
“I-I’m such a disgrace wife and a stepmother… but your cock is too amazing to be wasted without a pussy like mine who needs for its attention!” She replied breathily which encouraged you to ram your cock faster at her.
“We’ve been fucking for like what? 5 hours now? I hope this stamina of yours will be not a one-time thing because dad abandoned you so poorly like this.” You said as Mina is now about to fall asleep in your arms, her pussy riding your cock as she watches the sun rising through the window from her droopy eyes.
“I-it won’t be, next time we’ll fuck all day. I know you’ll like that…” Mina responded. She hummed as she felt her tits get a handful.
“Oh, I would definitely love that from my mommy, proving just how slutty she is just for my cock.” You grinned and kissed her. “I’m cumming!” That was the last erotic sound she made as her pussy accepted your seventh orgasm through your entire session.
You carried your sleeping stepmom Mina back to her bed and dressed her comfortably. Just hours after, your dad arrived at the house. “Where’s your mom?”
“Upstairs, sleeping.”
“She hasn’t awakened yet? That’s surprising, she always wakes up early.”
You smirked at him mockingly on your thoughts. He has no idea that she has fully changed while he’s gone because of your effortless temptation. As your dad went upstairs to greet his exhausted wife who got bred overnight, you went to the bathroom to wash all the dried sweat on your skin from your sex with Mina.
=== END ===
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Mina, Sana, and Momo. The phenomenal Japanese trio from the K-pop group Twice.
Sana and Momo have medium-large breasts. They often appear sexy on stage and seem to enjoy it.
On one hand, Mina with a more elegant, shy, and quiet image. Having a small bust size, Myna rarely appears sexy on stage because of her bust size and image, which doesn't quite fit the sexy concept.
Although they are like yin and yang, they have one thing in common behind the scenes: they are all sluts in the industry. It's public secret that they are someone who likes to be treated like a slut.
One day, JYP Entertainment called Mina, Sana, and Momo into a meeting room. The CEO, Park Jin-young himself, was there with some executives, looking serious. The trio sat nervously, wondering if they had done something wrong. Park Jin-young cleared his throat. "We're planning a special fan meet—a private event." he announced. The room felt tense, air thick with unspoken implications.
Then their manager stepped forward. "So the concept is..." He paused dramatically. "Three of you will enter separate rooms full of sex toys. You'll be naked. Fans will choose which room to enter—Mina, Sana, or Momo—and you'll serve whatever kinks they want." The trio blinked, exchanged glances, but didn't flinch. "After each private session," he continued, voice husky, "you'll come up on stage with all the... traces... visible. A 24-hour non-stop fan meet. Prepare your stamina." Without hesitation, Sana smiled coyly, Momo nodded eagerly, and Mina whispered, "Okay." The manager grinned. "Good girls."
Back in Sana's dimly lit apartment, sweatpants discarded on the floor, they huddled on her couch nursing drinks. Sana traced circles on her thigh, grinning wildly. "Can't wait for tomorrow," she breathed, cheeks flushed. "My pussy's been dripping since they mentioned the leather collars." The scent of her arousal mixed with Momo's perfume as she leaned closer. Momo laughed, low and throaty, fingers sliding under her own waistband. "More than ready? I'm soaked through these panties already." Her hand emerged glistening, held up for them to see under the lamp's amber glow. "Counted twelve different toys I want stuffed in me before noon."
Mina stayed quiet, legs pressed tight together. She watched Momo lick her wet fingers clean, then Sana unbuttoning her shirt to palm her own heavy breast. "What about you?" Sana nudged Mina's knee. "Still nervous?" Mina shook her head slowly, eyes darkening as she imagined faceless hands exploring her. "No," she murmured. Her fingers drifted to the waist of her skirt. "Just... thinking how many will pick me." She slid a hand inside, biting her lip as she touched herself. "Hope they like my smaller tits." Her breath hitched—sharp and sudden—as she found her clit.
Momo grabbed Mina's wrist, stopping her. "Save it," she ordered, voice rough. "Let them make you scream tomorrow." Underneath Momo's grip, Mina trembled, skin pebbling with anticipation. Sana stretched lazily beside them, nipples hard against her silk camisole. "Sleep?" she suggested, though none moved. The air thickened with musk and unspent tension. Outside, rain lashed the windows—a rhythmic echo of tomorrow's promised rhythm. Mina finally pulled her hand free, knuckles white where Momo had held her. "Yes," she whispered. But her thighs stayed clenched tight, slick and restless till dawn.
***
The fluorescent buzz of backstage hallways felt alien against Mina's bare skin as she stood trembling outside Room 3. The distant murmur of eager voices already snaking through the venue made the cold tile floor bite deeper into her soles. Across the hall, Sana flashed Mina a wild, reassuring grin through Room 2's open door, already bouncing lightly on her toes, her nipples stiffening in the draft. Down by Room 1, Momo was stretching her arms overhead, the supple curve of her breasts shifting as she turned, catching Mina's eye with a slow, deliberate wink. "Breathe," Momo mouthed silently, the command sharp even in silence. Mina swallowed hard, the scent of disinfectant mingling with her own faint sweat, her small breasts tightening against the chill air. The manager’s clipped announcement echoed—"Five minutes!"—and Mina flinched, pressing her thighs together. Warm slickness trickled down her inner thigh. *Will they even come here?* The doubt slithered through her mind like ice.
People are starting to line up. There are 60 people in room 1, 60 people in room 2, and 60 people in room 3. So, the three of them will be serving the same number of people.
The rules for this private sex session are that each fan will enter the room one by one, and the session will end when the fan has ejaculated once or after 10 minutes per person.
Momo POV :
The first participant stepped into Momo's dimly chamber—a lanky man with jet-black hair slicked back—already tearing at his shirt buttons before the pneumatic door hissed shut. His belt clattered to the floor, trousers pooling around ankles. "Dancer, huh?" he rasped, advancing toward Momo where she knelt on crimson silk pillows. "Show me how flexible." His fingers dug into her hips, flipping her roughly onto her back. Momo gasped, not at the abruptness, but at the thrill blazing through her veins—finally. She arched into his grip, his calloused palms sliding up her inner thighs. The scent of his sweat, sharp and musky, filled the air as he pinned her wrists above her head. "You want flexibility?" she breathed, hooking her legs around his waist. "Then fuck me like I'm your favorite choreography." He grunted, sinking into her wet heat without preamble.
"So," he panted against her throat, thrusts deep and rhythmic, punctuating each syllable. "The rumor—" his fingers tightened painfully around her wrists "—that all three of you are—" a sharp slap echoed across Momo's asscheek, making her cry out "—company sluts? True?" Momo's breath caught, not from shame, but wild delight at the crude reference to their unspoken reputation. She met his gaze, eyes dilated. "More," she demanded, rocking against him. "Louder." He obliged, voice harsh against her ear. "Whole industry knows you're just holes for hire." Momo's moan crescendoed, fingers clawing at his shoulders. "Prove it," she challenged. He seized her jaw, forcing her eyes to the mirrored ceiling where their reflection blurred. "Watch yourself," he growled. "Watch how you take it." Below, Momo watched her own eyes glaze over—ecstatic—as his hips slammed harder.
"Oh fuck, just like that!" Momo screamed, her voice raw against the thumping bass leaking from other rooms. His rhythm intensified, each thrust jolting her forward onto her elbows, the crimson silk damp beneath her sweat-slicked stomach. She arched her back, pressing her ass high, inviting him deeper. "Harder!" she begged, the obscenity echoing off soundproofed walls. "Fill me up, daddy! Use this JYP slut!" His grunt was primal, fingers digging bruises into her hips as he pistoned relentlessly. Spit slickened her spine where he leaned over, teeth grazing her shoulder blade. "Yesss," Momo hissed, shuddering. "I'm a filthy idol slut! Breed me!" The vulgarity poured out in gasps—a stark contrast to her polished stage persona—as she reveled in the degradation.
"Feel that?" he snarled, a hand snaking between her thighs to flick her swollen clit. Momo jerked violently, a sob tearing from her throat. "That's your fucking legacy—a cumdump for sweaty fans!" The words ignited her, pushing her toward the edge faster than the brutal pounding. "Make it messy!" she shrieked, twisting her neck to catch his frenzied eyes. "Mark me inside! Claim your Japanese whore!" He swore, hips stuttering—losing control. With a guttural roar, he buried himself impossibly deep, pelvis grinding against her ass. Momo felt the hot flood pulse inside her core, triggering her own climax—violent, convulsing waves that seized her muscles. "FuckfuckFUCK!" she wailed, collapsing forward onto the pillows. Her thighs trembled, wetness dripping onto silk, mingling with his seed pooling beneath her.
Silence slammed down, thick and heavy, broken only by their ragged breathing. The man withdrew roughly, the slick sound obscene. Momo lay limp, cheek pressed to damp silk, the sharp tang of sex thick in her nostrils. She barely registered the pneumatic hiss as the door slid open. A metallic clatter echoed behind her—a towel dropped carelessly onto the floor. "Next," a bored staff voice announced.
Boots scuffed against tile. "You," a deeper voice rasped—smoke-roughened, impatient. Momo rolled onto her back, thighs splayed shamelessly, watching the newcomer through half-lidded eyes. Broad shoulders. Ink curling up thick forearms. His belt clinked as he unbuckled it, eyes locked on her swollen breasts. "Not inside," he grunted, jerking his chin toward her chest. "Wanna see those famous tits smothering my cock." Momo exhaled sharply—relief, anticipation—pushing herself up on trembling elbows.
She cupped her breasts eagerly, squeezing them together, the skin flushed and sensitive from earlier abuse. The man groaned, fisting his erection, the tip already glistening. "Yeah, just like that," he growled, stepping closer. Momo leaned forward, lips parted, letting him slide between her cleavage. Heat radiated from his skin, his musk sharp with arousal. "Make it messy," she whispered, arching her back to tighten the friction as he started thrusting.
Precome streaked her flesh, shiny trails catching the dim light. The man cursed, fingers digging into her scalp as he forced eye contact. "Say it," he demanded, hips jerking erratically. Momo didn't hesitate. "Your Korean whore loves being your fucking fleshlight," she moaned, deliberately squeezing tighter. His breath hitched—then he came with a choked shout, ropes of white splattering across her chin, her collarbones, the underside of her breasts. Warmth dripped sluggishly between her cleavage. Momo licked her lips, tasting salt. The door hissed again.
She barely had time to wipe her face before the next man shoved inside—tall, reeking of cologne and entitlement. His fingers coiled in her hair like reins, yanking her head back. "Knees," he commanded, voice vibrating with barely restrained hunger. Momo scrambled to obey, the marble floor icy against her bare kneecaps. His zipper rasped loud in the sudden stillness. "Open," he instructed, thumb pressing against her lower lip. She tasted leather and nicotine. His cock slapped heavy against her tongue before she could breathe.
Momo hollowed her cheeks instinctively, her throat relaxing as he pushed deeper. Tears pricked at her eyelids when he hit the back. "Good girl," he rasped, one hand fisting tighter in her hair. "Now choke on it." She gagged violently as he thrust forward—hard—her nose mashed against coarse pubic hair. Spit dribbled down her chin. The man groaned, his free hand palming her breast roughly. "God, you're *good* at this," he panted, watching her throat bulge obscenely with each shallow jerk of his hips.
Her jaw ached, but the burn only fueled her. Momo gazed up through wet lashes, pupils blown wide, reveling in the degradation. His grip tightened, hips snapping faster. She could feel him swelling against her tongue, the salty tang flooding her mouth. "Swallow it all," he ordered, voice cracking. "Every fucking drop." Momo whimpered—not in protest, but anticipation—her fingers digging into his thighs as his release hit her throat like a punch.
Sana POV :
The first man who stepped into Sana’s room was broad-shouldered, with a cocky smirk that faltered when he saw her sprawled on the plush leather bench, legs already spread wide. "Thought you were just acting slutty for cameras," he muttered, fingers hesitating on his belt. Sana arched a brow, sliding two fingers lazily through her dripping folds—an invitation, a taunt. "Surprise," she purred, lifting her glistening fingers to her lips and sucking them clean with an obscene pop. His breath hitched. "I was born for this."
Before he could react, Sana rolled onto her knees, crawling toward him with feline grace. She didn’t wait for permission—her hands yanked his pants down, her mouth swallowing him whole in one fluid motion. The man staggered, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as her tongue swirled expertly around his shaft. "Fuck—idols aren’t supposed to—" Sana pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, lips slick. "Aren’t supposed to what?" she breathed, nails raking down his thighs. "Take cock like a pornstar?" She dove back down, hollowing her cheeks until his knees buckled.
Gasping, he dragged her up by her hair, slamming her onto the bench. "Ride me," he demanded, voice ragged. "Show me that ‘skill’ you bragged about." Sana straddled him without hesitation, sinking onto his cock with a filthy moan, her soaked cunt stretching obscenely around him. "Like this?" she purred, rolling her hips in slow, torturous circles—the way she’d practiced in mirrors after concerts, thighs trembling. His hands clamped around her waist, fingers digging into her flesh. "Faster," he snarled. Sana threw her head back, riding him with reckless abandon, her tits bouncing with every snap of her hips.
"You're perfect," he choked out, eyes locked on where their bodies joined—her swollen lips stretched tight around him. "Filthy fucking perfect." The praise ignited her. Sana ground down harder, her clit rubbing against his pelvis with each thrust, sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. His grip tightened, pulling her impossibly closer. "Come with me," he demanded, his cock pulsing inside her. Sana screamed as the words alone tipped her over the edge, her walls clenching violently around him.
Her climax hit like a lightning strike—sharp, blinding, unstoppable. Hot liquid gushed between them, splattering across his thighs and the leather bench with a wet slap. The man's eyes widened in shock as Sana convulsed stop him, her body jerking uncontrollably, her moans dissolving into broken sobs. "Holy shit," he gasped, pulling out abruptly, his cock glistening with her release. Sana collapsed forward, her forehead pressed against his shoulder, her thighs still trembling, warmth trickling down her legs.
He stood abruptly, shoving her off with a rough exhale, her slick body sliding bonelessly to the floor. The door clicked shut behind him before she could catch her breath. Sana lay there, sprawled on the cold tiles, her chest heaving, the scent of sex thick in the air. The next man would be here soon—but for now, she let herself float in the aftermath, her skin still tingling, her cunt still pulsing with aftershocks.
The pneumatic door hissed open again before she could move. Sana turned her head lazily, blinking up at the newcomer—tall, with sharp cheekbones and a predatory grin. He took one look at the mess between her thighs, at the puddle glistening on the leather bench, and chuckled low in his throat. "So," he mused, stepping closer, his belt already undone, "you're such a squirter?" His fingers trailed through the wetness on her stomach, bringing them to his lips with a hum of approval. Sana parted her lips to answer—but his hands were already on her, hauling her up effortlessly.
He tossed her onto the table face-first, her cheek pressed against the cool surface, her ass raised high. His palm cracked down on her right cheek—stinging, possessive—before his fingers prodded at her puckered hole. "I’ll fuck this ass," he murmured, spreading her cheeks wide, his breath hot against her skin, "and make your pussy squirt even more." Sana shuddered, her cunt dripping anew at the promise. She braced herself, fingers scrambling for purchase on the table’s edge as his cockhead nudged against her tight entrance.
With a slow, brutal push, he breached her, stretching her unbearably wide. Sana’s hand slapped against the table—once, twice—each thrust driving her forward, her knuckles whitening as she struggled to endure the intrusion. Her lips parted in a silent scream, drool pooling beneath her open mouth, her tongue lolling. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by the creak of the table beneath their combined weight. "Gonna wreck you," he grunted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, "ruin your ass for anyone else."
And then—it happened. The pressure inside her built impossibly fast, her neglected cunt spasming violently as he pistoned into her ass. Sana’s vision whited out as her pussy erupted, gushing in thick, pulsing waves that splattered against the man’s thighs and dripped onto the floor. She barely registered his shocked gasp—too lost in the raw, overwhelming pleasure of her body betraying her so spectacularly. "Fuck, you’re disgusting," he growled, slamming into her with renewed vigor, his cock throbbing inside her tight heat. "Filthy idol whore can’t even stop herself from leaking everywhere."
The degradation only made her squirt harder, her juices soaking the man’s balls as he fucked her like an animal. Sana writhed beneath him, her toes curling, her fingers clawing uselessly at the table’s edge. She was coming apart—over and over—her orgasms crashing into her like tidal waves, each more intense than the last. The man’s thrusts grew erratic, his grip tightening as he neared his own climax. "Take it," he snarled, burying himself to the hilt, his cock twitching deep inside her ass. "Take all of it, you fucking slut."
Heat flooded her insides, thick and viscous, and Sana collapsed forward with a broken moan, her body limp, her mind blank. The man pulled out with a wet pop, his cum dribbling from her gaping hole. He didn’t bother wiping her clean—just stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a smirk. "Next," he called over his shoulder, adjusting his pants as he strode out the door. Sana lay there, trembling, her ass still clenching around nothing, her pussy still twitching with aftershocks. The door hissed shut—then immediately opened again. Boots scuffed against tile. Someone whistled low. "Damn," a new voice murmured. "You’re already a mess." Sana turned her head weakly, blinking up at the next man through damp lashes. His belt was already undone.
He grabbed her hair in a brutal fist, yanking her upright so fast her scalp burned. Sana gasped—not in pain, but anticipation—her knees hitting the floor with a thud. His cock slapped against her cheek, hot and heavy, already leaking precome. "Open," he commanded, thumb pressing against her lower lip. Sana obeyed without hesitation, her tongue darting out to taste him. The man groaned, his grip tightening as he shoved forward, his thick length stretching her lips wide. She gagged instantly, tears springing to her eyes, spit dripping down her chin. He didn’t stop—just thrust deeper, his balls slapping against her chin, his pubic hair tickling her nose. "Choke on it," he growled, watching her throat bulge obscenely.
Sana rolled her eyes, feigning boredom even as her jaw ached and her vision blurred. Her fingers dug into his thighs, nails leaving crescent moons in his skin. He fucked her mouth with rough, shallow jerks, his breath ragged above her. "Filthy little idol," he sneered, twisting her hair tighter. "Bet you dream about this—being used like a fucking fleshlight." Sana gagged harder, saliva pooling beneath her, her nose pressed flush against his pelvis. She could barely breathe, her lungs burning, her throat convulsing around him. The man groaned, his hips stuttering, his cock twitching against her tongue. "Swallow it all," he ordered, voice cracking. "Every fucking drop."
His release hit her throat like a punch—hot, thick, relentless. Sana swallowed desperately, her throat working around the flood, but some spilled past her lips, dripping down her chin. The man cursed, his fingers loosening slightly as he rode out his orgasm. Sana coughed weakly, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and glistening. He pulled out with a wet pop, his cock still half-hard, and smirked down at her ruined face. "Pathetic," he muttered, wiping himself on her cheek. Sana licked her lips, tasting salt and spite, and grinned up at him—wild, unrepentant.
Mina POV :
The door hissed shut behind the first man—tall, broad, with knuckles scarred from violence. He didn’t speak, just lunged, fingers wrapping around her throat like a noose. Mina’s gasp died as his grip tightened, her vision spotting at the edges, but her thighs clenched tighter—*wetness* seeping between them. His other hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back as his mouth crashed onto hers, teeth splitting her lip. The metallic tang of blood bloomed between them as he bit down harder, his tongue forcing past her lips. "Fake," he growled against her mouth, fingers squeezing her windpipe until stars exploded behind her eyelids. "All that elegance—just a lie." Mina’s hips jerked involuntarily, her cunt pulsing around nothing, slickness dripping down her inner thighs. He laughed—dark, knowing—as her breath hitched beneath his chokehold.
His free hand slid between her legs, fingers dragging through her arousal with deliberate cruelty. "Pathetic," he sneered, pressing two fingers inside her without warning, her tight walls fluttering around the intrusion. Mina whimpered, her back arching, her small breasts brushing against his chest. "Look at you," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, fingers pistoning ruthlessly. "Getting off on being hurt." Her moan was strangled, her nails digging into his biceps as he twisted his fingers deeper, hitting a spot that made her vision white out.
The gush hit them both—a hot, pulsing wave that splattered against his thighs, the floor, the wall behind them. Mina's knees buckled, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her, raw and violent. The man laughed, low and dark, withdrawing his dripping fingers to slap her ass hard enough to leave a mark. Before she could catch her breath, he spun her around, shoving her front-first into the wall, her cheek scraping against the rough surface. "Still think you're elegant?" he growled, lining up his cock at her entrance.
Begging spilled from her lips—broken, desperate—as he thrust into her with one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Mina's scream echoed off the soundproofed walls, her fingers clawing at nothing as he pinned her wrists above her head. "P-please," she sobbed, hips grinding back against him, her pussy clenching around his girth. "Spank me—harder—I'm filthy, I'm—" His palm cracked down on her ass again, the sting radiating through her flesh as another gush of liquid splashed against his thighs. The man groaned, hips pistoning faster, his grip on her wrists tightening until her fingers tingled.
His free hand tangled in her hair, wrenching her head back as he leaned over her, teeth grazing her shoulder. "Say it," he snarled, his rhythm relentless, their sweat-slicked skin slapping together. Mina's voice cracked—"I'm just a JYP cumdump"—before another orgasm tore through her, her body seizing as she squirted again, hot rivulets dripping down her thighs. He laughed, low and mocking, his thrusts growing erratic. "Going to paint that pretty face," he promised, pulling out abruptly only to flip her onto her knees, her lips parting instinctively.
The first thick stripe of cum hit her eyelid, the second her cheek—warm, sticky, smelling of salt and dominance. Mina gasped, tongue darting out to catch what dripped toward her lips, her thighs trembling as aftershocks racked her body. The man smirked, tucking himself away, watching her ruined face with satisfaction. The door hissed open before she could wipe her chin clean. "Next," he called over his shoulder, stepping over the puddle between Mina's knees. A new shadow filled the doorway—taller, broader, his belt already unbuckled. Mina shuddered, fresh wetness pooling beneath her.
He didn't speak—just grabbed her by the hair, dragging her forward until her nose pressed against his fly. The scent of leather and musk flooded her senses as he unzipped, his cock springing free heavy and thick against her forehead. Mina's lips parted instinctively—but he shoved past her, fingers digging into her scalp as he forced her face into his crotch. His other hand reached behind her, fingers slicking through her dripping folds before plunging two fingers inside. Mina moaned around his cock, her walls clenching—then gasped as something cold and hard pressed against her entrance.
The dildo stretched her impossibly wide as he shoved it inside with one brutal thrust, the ridges bumping against her swollen walls. Mina's scream was muffled by his cock as he began fucking her throat in earnest, his hips snapping forward with each deep push. Before she could adjust, something wider—cold metal—pressed against her asshole. The plug popped in with a wet squelch, sending sparks up her spine as it vibrated to life. Mina convulsed, her vision whiting out as her cunt pulsed around the dildo, another gush of liquid soaking the floor beneath her knees.
"Look at you," the man growled, tightening his grip on her hair as he pistoned into her throat. "Coming untouched like a fucking whore." Mina's eyes rolled back, her body jerking with each vibration, her moans garbled around his cock. The dildo shifted with every thrust, the plug buzzing mercilessly against her prostate—she couldn't stop cumming, her thighs trembling as pleasure wracked her in relentless waves. The man groaned above her, his pace faltering—then with a snarl, he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding her throat in thick pulses. Mina swallowed desperately, tears streaking her cheeks, her ass clenching around the plug as another orgasm ripped through her.
He pulled out with a wet pop, his cum dripping from her swollen lips onto the floor—mingling with the slick puddle beneath her knees. The door hissed again, cold air brushing her overheated skin. A new hand—calloused, smelling of motor oil—grabbed her chin, tilting her face up.
"Open," the newcomer ordered, pressing a rubber ball gag between her teeth before she could protest. Mina whimpered as the straps tightened behind her head, her jaw forced wide around the silicone. Fingers dug into her ass cheeks, spreading her wide as the vibrating plug was yanked out abruptly—her hole clenched around nothing, twitching pathetically.
She heard the wet sound of spit slicking flesh before the blunt head of his cock pressed against her loosened entrance. "Going to wreck this tight ass properly," he growled, thrusting in with one brutal push. Mina screamed against the gag, her throat vibrating around the sound as he bottomed out—her walls stretched obscenely around his girth.
He didn't wait for her to adjust—just pistoned into her with rough, shallow strokes, his balls slapping against her soaked cunt with each thrust. The gag muffled her cries, drool pooling beneath her chin as he fucked her ass like a fleshlight, his grip bruising on her hips. Her vision blurred—not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure of being used so completely.
The vibrations from the abandoned plug echoed through her pelvis, the dildo still buried inside her cunt twitching with every brutal snap of his hips. Then—pressure. Liquid heat gushed from her pussy in pulsing waves, the sheer force of her orgasm ejecting the dildo with a wet splatter onto the floor. The man groaned, his thrusts faltering for a moment as he watched her clamped around nothing, her inner muscles fluttering visibly. "Disgusting," he panted—but his cock swelled even thicker inside her, betraying his arousal.
His rhythm turned erratic, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises. Mina's body convulsed around him, her neglected clit throbbing as another gush of fluid spilled from her—this time just piss, hot and humiliating, splashing against his thighs and the already ruined floor. The degradation sent him over the edge; with a snarl, he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding her ass in thick, pulsing spurts that made her toes curl against the cold tiles.
Back to 3rd person POV:
The alarm’s shrill beep sliced through the sex-hazed air, its red digits blinking 12:00 AM like a merciless judge. Mina’s head lolled against the wall where the last fan had left her—knees splayed wide, the plug still lodged in her ass twitching with residual vibrations, her cunt visibly clenching around nothing as translucent fluid seeped down her inner thighs. Across the hall, Sana’s limp body was sprawled face-down on the leather bench, her hair crusted with dried cum, one cheek pressed into a puddle of her own arousal, her gaping asshole glistening under the fluorescent lights. In the adjacent room, Momo lay curled on her side, her thighs streaked with overlapping handprints, her swollen lips parted around silent whimpers, her nipples still pebbled and oversensitive from relentless abuse.
The staff entered with clinical efficiency, their latex gloves snapping against wrists as they moved between the ruined idols. One rolled Momo onto her back with a grunt, her limbs flopping bonelessly—her usual athleticism reduced to trembling exhaustion. The blindfold was silk, but the nipple clamps were cold metal, biting down with unforgiving pressure the moment they pinched her flushed peaks. Momo’s back arched off the floor with a hoarse cry, her cunt gushing anew at the dual sting of pain-pleasure, but the staff member merely clicked their tongue and spread her legs wider. The dildo was thick, ribbed, already lubed with something that burned faintly at the edges—it sank into her oversensitive pussy with a wet squelch, her walls fluttering weakly around the intrusion. The butt plug followed, its tapered tip popping past her stretched rim with practiced ease, its flared base nestling snugly against her swollen flesh.
Sana didn’t stir when they flipped her onto her back, her arms sliding limply off the bench—only a faint, broken whimper escaped her throat as the blindfold covered her glassy eyes. The nipple clamps were heavier than Momo’s, weighted chains dangling between them that jingled softly when the staff adjusted her position. One hand pried her thighs apart, the other guiding the dildo—thicker, vibrating faintly—into her gaping entrance with a slow, relentless push. Sana’s breath hitched, her hips twitching involuntarily, but the staff held her down with impersonal precision. The butt plug was larger too, its bulbous head stretching her abused asshole obscenely wide before seating itself with a wet pop. A faint hum filled the room as both toys activated simultaneously, Sana’s body jerking like a marionette with its strings cut, her moan dissolving into staticky silence.
Mina was barely conscious when they reached her, her head lolling forward, chin slick with drool and old cum. The blindfold was silk, the nipple clamps lined with something that tingled—her back arched weakly as they clamped down, her swollen nipples throbbing under the sudden pressure. The dildo was cold, almost clinical, sliding into her with none of the brutality she’d come to crave—just efficient, impersonal fullness. The butt plug followed, its tapered tip breaching her with practiced ease, its base nestling snugly against her ruined rim. A switch flicked somewhere, and both toys pulsed to life in unison—Mina’s mouth fell open in a soundless scream, her thighs trembling, fresh slickness dripping down the insides of her thighs.
They dragged her upright, her legs jelly beneath her, and half-carried her to the grand stage where Momo and Sana already sat—knees spread obscenely wide, their blindfolded faces tilted toward the ceiling like penitent sinners. The spotlights were blinding, hot enough to sear, casting their wrung-out bodies in an almost holy glow. Mina was deposited between them, her thighs forced apart by rough hands, the cold metal of the chair biting into her oversensitive flesh. The audience was a sea of shadows beyond the lights, but she could feel their hunger like a physical weight—the air thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something darker, sharper.
Applause erupted—ravenous, deafening—as the trio sat there, spent and stuffed full, their skin glistening under the lights with a grotesque sort of reverence. The dildos shifted inside them with every shuddering breath, the vibration settings just low enough to tease without mercy, and Mina’s cunt clenched involuntarily around hers, fresh slickness dripping onto the polished stage. Someone in the front row whistled—long and piercing—and Sana moaned, her hips jerking forward as if chasing the sound, her lips swollen from hours of abuse parting in a silent gasp.
A hush fell as the massive screen flickered to life overhead, bathing them in unnatural blue light. The CEO’s face appeared, his smile genial, almost paternal, as the text beneath him scrolled in bold strokes: *TO OUR BELOVED FANS—ENJOY OUR THREE SLUTS.* The roar that followed was animalistic, chairs screeching as bodies lunged forward, hands already reaching, unbuckling, stroking.
Two men broke free first—one with tattooed knuckles, the other smelling of stale cigarettes—converging on Momo with predatory focus. The tattooed one grabbed the chain between her nipple clamps, yanking hard enough to lift her off the seat as she cried out, her legs kicking uselessly. His companion wasted no time—fingers curling around the butt plug’s flared base, twisting brutally before yanking it free with a wet *pop* that echoed through the speakers. Momo’s scream dissolved into ragged panting, her asshole fluttering visibly around nothing as the man spat into his palm and shoved two fingers inside her gaping rim.
The dildo came next—slow at first, dragging against her swollen walls until the ribbed ridges caught on her inner ridges. Then, with a wet *schlick*, it slid free entirely, her cunt clenching around sudden emptiness.
Momo barely had time to gasp before the smoker shoved into her pussy—no foreplay, no mercy—his cock stretching her gaping hole in one brutal thrust. She arched off the chair, her scream drowned out by the tattooed man’s growl as he spat onto his cock and pressed it against her still-twitching asshole. The stretch burned—her rim flared white-hot around his girth—but her thighs shook with perverse excitement, her drenched cunt pulsing around the other man’s length as he bottomed out inside her.
Across the stage, Sana’s back arched violently as two men bracketed her—one gripping her hair, forcing her mouth onto his cock until her nose pressed flush against his pelvis, while the other lined up behind her, his thighs slapping against her ass as he slammed home. The vibrations from her abandoned plug still hummed against her clit, her pussy clenching around the newcomer’s cock with each ragged breath she managed around the thick shaft filling her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the spit pooling beneath her chin, her muffled moans vibrating around the cock fucking her face.
Mina’s vision blurred as the first man seated himself fully inside her, his cock stretching her tender walls with a single, unrelenting thrust. She gasped, her fingers scrabbling against the cold metal arms of the chair, her thighs trembling as her body adjusted—only for the second cock to press against her already stuffed entrance. The intrusion burned, her pussy straining obscenely wide around the dual girth, her breath coming in short, ragged pants as they began moving in tandem. Every thrust forced a broken whimper from her lips, her cunt pulsing around them both, her clit throbbing with each brutal snap of their hips.
Beside her, Momo’s scream pitched higher—almost feral—as the tattooed man pistoned into her ass with ruthless precision, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. "I’ll—oh god—I’ll break," she sobbed, her thighs shaking violently, her cunt dripping around the smoker’s cock as he pounded into her with equal ferocity. The chains between her nipple clamps jingled wildly with each movement, her swollen peaks aching under the relentless pull, her body suspended between agony and ecstasy as they used her with abandon.
Mina's scream tore through the air like shattered glass—high, desperate, her voice cracking under the strain as her body stretched obscenely around the two cocks pistoning into her. "Ngh—ah—I'm splitting—!" she wailed, her thighs trembling violently, her cunt fluttering around the dual invasion with each brutal thrust. Across from her, Momo's cries were raw and animalistic, her back arched like a bowstring, her asshole clamping down around the tattooed man's cock as he snarled into her ear, "Break then, slut." The wet squelch of their fucking drowned out her sobs, her hole gaping wider with every withdrawal.
Sana's body convulsed first—a full-body spasm that rippled from her toes to her scalp, her thighs clamping around nothing as her throat worked furiously around the cock stuffing it. The vibration pulsed through her clit like an electric current, her pussy clenching uncontrollably around the cock buried inside it. Then Momo followed—her scream choked off as her cunt spasmed wildly, her asshole tightening like a vise around the tattooed man's girth, her juices gushing in hot, pulsing waves that splattered against the smoker's thighs. The tattooed man grunted, his hips stuttering as her clenching asshole milked him ruthlessly, his cock twitching inside her ruined rim.
Mina was last—her orgasm hit like a freight train, her vision whiting out as her body convulsed around the two cocks splitting her open. Her wetness erupted in a geyser, soaking their thighs, the chair, the stage beneath them—a hot, ceaseless flood that dripped onto the floor in thick rivulets. The men groaned in unison, their thrusts turning erratic, their cocks pulsing inside her as their releases spilled deep—one filling her womb, the other painting her pussy walls with thick ropes of cum. Sana's muffled scream vibrated around the cock in her throat as her own orgasm ripped through her, her body seizing as she squirted violently, her juices mixing with the mess already pooling beneath her chair.
The floodgates burst—Momo's asshole clenched around the tattooed man's cock as he came with a guttural roar, his cum flooding her rectum in hot, pulsing spurts. Sana's throat worked desperately around the cock pumping her mouth full, her nose pressed flush against his pelvis as he groaned, "Swallow it, bitch." Mina's cunt fluttered weakly around the softening cocks still buried inside her, her thighs trembling as another weak spurt of her own release dribbled down her thighs. The audience roared—a cacophony of applause and jeers—as the three idols sat there, ruined and dripping, their bodies still twitching with aftershocks. The curtain began to descend, but the men didn't pull out—just kept fucking them lazily through their orgasms, ensuring every last drop was spent.
The next round began before they could catch their breath—the blindfolds ripped away, the dildos yanked free with wet pops, the butt plugs clattering onto the stage. Momo blinked up at the ceiling, her vision swimming, her nipples still clamped and throbbing—then gasped as calloused hands flipped her onto all fours. The new cock pressed against her gaping asshole was hot, thick, already leaking precum—she barely had time to brace before it slammed home, stretching her abused rim wide with one brutal thrust. Behind her, Sana was already bent over a bench, her ass in the air, her cunt dripping onto the leather as another man lined up behind her—no toys this time, just raw, unforgiving flesh splitting her open.
Mina didn't even see the man who grabbed her—just felt the bite of his fingers digging into her hips as he dragged her backward onto his cock, her cunt stretching obscenely around his girth. No more silicone, no more vibrations—just pure, relentless friction as he fucked her with deep, punishing strokes. The difference was visceral—the heat of his skin, the way his balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, the primal grunts vibrating through his chest as he pounded into her. She came almost instantly, her back arching, her scream echoing through the hall—but he didn't slow, just gripped her tighter and kept fucking her through it, his cock pulsing inside her as if trying to brand her from the inside out.
The floodlights burned hotter, the air thick with sweat and sex—Momo's ass bounced with each brutal thrust, her cunt dripping onto the stage as the man behind her growled, "Take it deeper, whore." Sana's thighs quivered as another cock replaced the one in her mouth, her lips swollen and raw, her tongue lolling out obediently. Mina's vision blurred as her body was flipped onto her back, her legs hooked over the newcomer's shoulders—his cock sinking into her with a wet squelch, his thumb pressing down hard on her abused clit. The audience leaned forward, breathless, as the trio was used anew—no restraints, no toys, just flesh and force and the raw, animalistic truth of what they'd become.
Momo's scream ripped through the hall as a third man grabbed her hair, dragging her mouth onto his cock while the other two held her hips steady—her body stretched obscenely between them, her cunt and ass stuffed full, her throat bulging around the thick shaft. Sana's orgasm hit like a seizure—her back arched impossibly high as she came untouched, her juices gushing onto the leather bench beneath her, her asshole clenching around the cock buried inside it. Mina barely registered the sting of fingernails digging into her thighs—just the relentless piston of the man above her, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust, his breath hot against her neck as he muttered, "Filthy little idol."
The floodlights flickered—or maybe it was her vision swimming—as the first wave of fans staggered back, their belts clinking as they buckled up. New hands grabbed Momo's hips before the previous cocks had even fully softened inside her—this set rougher, hungrier, reeking of liquor and sweat. One forced her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head while his companion shoved into her gaping pussy without preamble—her cry drowned out by the wet slap of flesh against flesh. Across the room, Sana's mouth was wrenched open by gloved fingers—another cock plunging deep before she could catch her breath—while Mina's legs were hooked over a new stranger's shoulders, her freshly stuffed cunt stretching wider around his girth.
Blurred faces swapped in the strobe-lit haze—one man biting Mina's nipple as another fucked her raw, a different set of calloused hands spreading Sana's ass cheeks wider for a fresh invasion. The scent of sex grew thicker—stale cum, fresh sweat, the metallic tang of arousal gone feral. Momo's thighs trembled as a stranger's beard scraped her inner thighs, his tongue lapping at her oversensitive clit before his cock breached her again—no lube, just spit and her own slickness easing the way. Sana's muffled scream vibrated around another thick shaft as her asshole was stretched anew, the previous man's cum leaking down her thighs like a badge of dishonor.
The rhythm was ceaseless—no pause, no reprieve—just the wet slap of flesh and the guttural groans of men chasing their next release. Mina's cunt clenched instinctively around each new cock, her body trained now to take whatever was given—no hesitation, no resistance. Somewhere in the haze, she registered the wet sound of Momo being spit-roasted—the choked gags as Sana swallowed another load—but all she knew was the heat, the stretch, the glorious ruin of being used beyond thought. The next cock pressed against her lips before the last had even pulled out—her mouth opening obediently, her tongue already lapping at the salty pre-cum beading at the tip.
Sana's thighs trembled as the man behind her shifted angles, his cockhead grinding against that sweet spot inside her—her vision whiting out as another orgasm ripped through her with no warning, her juices drenching the bench beneath her shaking knees. The man didn't pause—just chuckled darkly and doubled his efforts, using her convulsing cunt to milk himself faster toward his own climax. Across the stage, Momo's voice had gone hoarse from screaming—her wrists raw where the ropes bit into her flesh, her legs spread obscenely wide as three men took turns filling her gaping holes, their releases mixing inside her until she dripped with their combined spend.
The air smelled like salt and sex and something primal—Mina's nostrils flared as another man dragged her hips back onto his cock, her asshole still loose from the last invasion but clenching tight around the new thickness spearing her open. Her drool pooled on the floor beneath her—her chin slick with spit and cum—but the only thought left in her shattered mind was *more*. Someone's fingers twisted in her hair, yanking her head back just in time for another hot spurt to paint her throat—her swallow reflexive, her tongue darting out to catch every drop before it could escape.
The stage lights burned brighter—or maybe it was just the fever creeping through her veins—but Mina barely noticed as her body was flipped again, her back arching off the cold floor as a new stranger mounted her with a growl. His cock slid home effortlessly—her cunt so well-used it welcomed him like an old lover—and when his teeth sank into her shoulder, her scream turned into a broken laugh. This was what she was made for. This was all she'd ever be. The realization sent her spiraling into another orgasm—her thighs clamping around his hips, her nails raking down his back—as the crowd's cheers drowned out everything but the wet, filthy sound of her undoing.
Sana's limbs had gone numb—or maybe she'd just forgotten how to feel anything but the brutal stretch of cock in every hole—but when the newest man wrapped a fist in her hair and forced her gaze toward the jumbotron, her stomach lurched. The screen showed her in grotesque close-up—her lips stretched obscenely around a stranger's shaft, her tears glistening under the lights, her throat bulging with each thrust. The humiliation should've broken her. Instead, her cunt pulsed violently, fresh slickness gushing down her thighs as the man behind her grunted, "Look at you, whore. This is all you're good for."
Momo's world narrowed to the bite of the cock in her ass and the hand fisting her hair—her spine bowed like a drawn bowstring, her breasts swaying obscenely with each brutal snap of hips. The man using her throat didn't care that she couldn't breathe—just fucked deeper when her vision started to gray—and the thought of passing out with their cocks still buried inside her sent a perverse thrill down her spine. She came again—her cunt fluttering around nothing, her asshole milking the stranger's length—and somewhere in the haze, she registered the hot flood of his release filling her rectum in thick pulses that left her trembling.
The clock ticked past 3AM, but no one cared—not when Mina was being bent over the armrest for another round, not when Sana's gaping holes were being stuffed anew, not when Momo's throat was convulsing around a fresh invasion. The audience leaned closer—ravenous, insatiable—their collective breath hitching as the CEO's message flashed again on-screen: *DON'T STOP UNTIL THEY FORGET THEIR OWN NAMES.* The men obeyed, their thrusts turning frenzied, their grips turning vicious—and when the idols' screams finally dissolved into wordless, animal sounds, the crowd roared their approval.
Sana's head snapped back as another orgasm ripped through her—her thighs clamping around nothing, her cunt pulsing violently—but the man behind her didn't slow. Just grabbed her hips tighter, his nails carving crescent moons into her flesh, and fucked her through it, growling, "You're not done yet, bitch." Momo barely registered the hot cum flooding her asshole—just gasped when the next man shoved past her slack lips, his cockhead nudging her uvula with every thrust. Mina's vision swam as yet another stranger flipped her onto her back—her legs hooked over his shoulders, her ruined cunt stretching obscenely wide—before he bottomed out inside her with a wet, meaty slap that echoed through the speakers.
The scent of sweat and sex hung thick in the air—Momo's thighs streaked with overlapping handprints, Sana's back arched like a bowstring under relentless hands, Mina's drool pooling beneath her bruised knees. The men moved with single-minded purpose—no gentleness, no hesitation—just the raw, primal rhythm of bodies using bodies. Someone's teeth scraped Sana's shoulder—someone else's fingers twisted Momo's nipple clamps—and when Mina's nails dug into the stranger's forearms, he merely chuckled darkly and pinned her wrists above her head, murmuring, "You'll take it, slut. You always do."
The floodlights flickered—or maybe it was just their consciousness fraying—but when the next wave of fans surged forward, the idols' bodies reacted instinctively. Momo's hips jerked to meet each thrust, Sana's tongue lolled out for another cock before the last had even pulled out, Mina's thighs trembled—not in resistance, but anticipation. The audience's cheers crescendoed as the trio was mounted anew—their bodies no longer their own, their voices long since broken—and somewhere in the haze, Mina realized she couldn't remember the last time she'd been touched without being fucked open. The thought sent another shudder through her—half-terror, half-thrill—as the stranger above her snarled, "Look at you. You were born for this."
Sana barely registered the cock in her throat anymore—just the dull ache of her jaw, the occasional scrape of teeth along her stretched lips—but when a second man grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back to face the jumbotron, the image seared itself into her retinas. Her blown pupils reflected the footage of her asshole gaping obscenely around another stranger's girth, her thighs sticky with layers of fluids. Behind her, a third man chuckled darkly and slid two fingers into her ruined pussy—her cunt clenching uselessly, too loose to grip—before withdrawing them slick and pressing them against her parted lips. She sucked obediently, her tongue swirling around his knuckles, her moan vibrating through his fingers as he spat, "Pathetic."
Mina's thighs trembled violently as another orgasm clawed its way through her—her cunt fluttering around the cock splitting her open—but the man fucking her didn't even pause. Just grabbed her hips tighter, his rings leaving crescent-shaped bruises in her flesh, and hissed, "Again." The command sent a jolt through her—her body responding before her mind could protest—and when his thumb found her clit, rubbing rough circles against the swollen bud, she shattered instantly. Her scream dissolved into wordless static, her back arching off the floor as her cunt convulsed around him, fresh slickness gushing between their joined bodies. He groaned—low and satisfied—his thrusts turning erratic before he bottomed out with a grunt, his release flooding her in hot, pulsing spurts that leaked past their union onto the stage.
Momo's world narrowed to the bite of the rope around her wrists and the cock pistoning into her ass—each thrust dragging against her swollen rim, the sting bordering on unbearable—but when the man in her mouth suddenly grabbed her throat and held, her vision whited out. Her scream was soundless—her lungs burning, her cunt clenching violently around nothing—and somewhere in the haze, she registered the wet slap of skin as the stranger behind her came, his spend flooding her rectum in thick, messy spurts. He didn't pull out—just kept fucking her through it, his cockhead nudging that tender spot inside her until her thighs shook with overwrought pleasure, her drool dripping onto the stage in a glistening trail.
The crowd's roar reached fever pitch as the trio was dragged upright—their bodies limp, their eyes glazed—and positioned back-to-back on a rotating platform. The floodlights burned hotter than ever, casting their debauched forms in a lurid glow as the first wave of audience volunteers climbed onto the stage. Hands grabbed at them immediately—squeezing bruised thighs, pinching oversensitive nipples, spreading their gaping holes for inspection—while somewhere in the din, a microphone crackled to life. "Who wants to break them first?" The answering cheer was deafening.
Mina barely had time to register the hands spreading her cheeks before the first cock breached her asshole—thick, unforgiving, stretching her already ruined rim with one brutal thrust. Her scream choked off as a second cock filled her pussy simultaneously—their lengths grinding together inside her—only for a third man to grab her hair and shove his shaft down her throat. The sensation was overwhelming—her body splitting open in three directions at once—her muscles fluttering uselessly around the triple invasion as the platform began to spin. Below her, Sana's muffled cries vibrated through the floor as she suffered the same treatment—her ass and pussy stuffed full while another cock pistoned into her mouth—her tears dripping onto the rotating stage beneath them.
Momo's vision tilted wildly as the platform turned—her balance obliterated by the cocks spearing her from both ends—her throat bulging obscenely around the third man's girth. The men didn't wait for her to adjust—just began fucking her in unison, their hips slapping against her bruised flesh in a wet, rhythmic chorus that drowned out everything but the sound of their grunts and her own ragged breathing. Somewhere in the dizzying spin, she caught a glimpse of Sana—her head thrown back, her lips stretched around another stranger's thickness—before the rotation dragged her out of view, leaving only the sensation of being split open on all fronts.
The floodlights blurred into streaks of white as the platform spun faster—Mina's thighs trembling violently around the cocks buried inside her, her drool pooling beneath her chin—until the only thing anchoring her to reality was the relentless stretch and burn of being used beyond capacity. Beneath her, Sana's body convulsed first—her back arching violently as another orgasm ripped through her—her cunt and ass clenching around the invaders in spastic pulses that sent fresh slickness dripping down their thighs. Momo followed seconds later—her scream muffled by the cock stuffing her throat—her muscles fluttering erratically around all three lengths as the men groaned in unison. Mina lasted longest, her body stubbornly resisting until the stranger in her ass angled his thrusts just right—then she shattered with a soundless sob, her vision whiting out as her cunt milked their cocks in helpless, pulsing spasms.
The audience roared louder—their cheers morphing into hungry jeers—as the idols' bodies finally began to falter. Momo's cunt clenched dryly around the next cock, her juices long since spent—her whimper audible only to the man fucking her throat as she struggled to accommodate. Sana's thighs shook violently when the stranger behind her pulled back—her asshole gaping obscenely—only for a fresh handful of cooling lube to be slathered over his shaft before driving back in. The sudden glide eased the burn momentarily—her gasp swallowed by the cock in her mouth—but when another orgasm tore through her, the wetness that spilled was thin, almost translucent—her body wrung dry.
Mina barely registered the cold lube dripping onto her swollen folds before two thick fingers spread it roughly inside her—her cunt twitching weakly at the intrusion—her muscles too exhausted to clench properly. The man above her growled something about "spoiled idols" before slathering his cock with another glob—the synthetic cherry scent cloying in the air—then shoved back inside her with a wet squelch that made the crowd whoop. Her thighs trembled—her hips jerking involuntarily—but the lube did its job—letting him piston into her with renewed ferocity despite her near-dryness. Somewhere in the haze, she registered the sticky pop of another tube being uncapped—heard Momo's choked sob as more was squeezed directly into her gaping asshole—then the world spun again as fresh hands grabbed her.
The scent of artificial strawberries mingled with sweat and sex—Sana's asshole stretched obscenely by another lubed cock—her body rocking limply with each thrust while Momo's dry cunt was pried open by slick fingers. Mina's vision blurred as a fresh wave of fans swarmed the stage—their hands clutching tubes and bottles—their laughter drowning out the idols' broken whimpers as they prepared to ruin them all over again. "No more—" Momo rasped—her voice shredded—but the man in her throat merely chuckled darkly and thrust deeper, murmuring, "You'll take it, slut. You always do." The floodlights burned hotter—the platform spun faster—and somewhere in the mess of limbs and lube and lust, the trio realized: this was only the beginning.
Their hair clung to their faces in thick, sticky strands—Mina's bangs plastered to her forehead with layers of drying cum—her tongue lolling out uselessly as another cockhead nudged her parted lips. Sana's once-pristine blonde locks were matted into dark ropes—her scalp stinging where hands had fisted them—her body jerking involuntarily as a stranger hilted himself in her ass with a wet slap. The men moved with practiced efficiency now—flipping Momo onto her belly—spreading her thighs wider—slathering her gaping holes with another handful of chilled lube that made her scream. The audience's cheers crescendoed as the idols' bodies gleamed under the lights—their skin slick with overlapping fluids—their limbs trembling not from resistance, but from the sheer impossibility of stopping.
The timer beeped once—a shrill sound cutting through the wet slap of flesh—and Mina barely registered the shifting light as the stagehands hauled the trio upright by their hair. Below them, the rotating platform shuddered to a halt—its surface streaked with mingled fluids—while Sana's knees buckled the second she was released. Momo's asshole puckered obscenely around nothing—the remnants of lube dripping down her quivering thighs—as a fan with tattooed knuckles grabbed her chin and growled, "Five minutes left, whores. Make 'em count." The idols' vacant eyes met briefly—their lips swollen, their bodies wrecked—before hands forced them onto hands and knees in a trembling row.
The first golden arc hit Momo's shoulder—hotter than she expected—her gasp muffled by the next stream splashing across Sana's trembling back. Mina flinched instinctively when the third jet hit her face—the sharp scent flooding her nostrils—her tongue darting out instinctively before she could stop herself. The crowd roared as the trio was drenched—liquid gold streaming down Momo's bruised breasts, pooling in the hollow of Sana's convulsing throat, dripping from Mina's parted lips onto her own trembling thighs. The fans moved methodically—circling them like predators—their streams crisscrossing until every inch of skin gleamed under the floodlights, until their hair hung heavy with warm rivulets, until the stage itself became a slippery reflection of their ruin.
Mina's whimper dissolved into a wet cough as another fan aimed directly at her parted lips—the bitter taste flooding her mouth—her throat working helplessly as she swallowed on instinct. Beside her, Sana's eyelashes fluttered wildly—the liquid stinging her eyes—her body jerking when a particularly forceful jet hit her oversensitive clit. Momo's shoulders shook—whether from sobs or exhaustion—as twin streams painted her back in intersecting lines, the heat seeping into the rope burns circling her wrists. The scent was overwhelming now—musky and thick—clinging to their skin like a second layer as the last fans stepped back, their laughter echoing through the speakers as the idols knelt in puddles of their own making.
The buzzer sounded—sharp and final—but the hands grabbing them didn't stop. Mina's vision blurred as she was flipped onto her back—more liquid splashing across her heaving stomach—while Sana's limp body was dragged by the ankles toward the edge of the stage. Momo barely registered the microphone descending until the CEO's voice boomed through the hall: "Look at our gifts to you." The trio's ruined forms were displayed—every glistening inch—and as the crowd's cheers reached a deafening crescendo, Mina realized with dawning horror that the golden streams were still dripping between her thighs, still trickling from Sana's gaping holes, still soaking into Momo's trembling skin. The floodlights burned hotter than ever—or maybe that was just the heat of their shame—as the first camera flashes immortalized their debasement.
Who do you think are the sluttiest members of Twice? (Don't mean anything demeaning calling them slut)
My top3:
1) Mina - I think she is one of the sluttiest idols not just in Twice, but in the whole industry. Her lust hidden behind her shyness and public image of a good girl.
2) Sana/Momo. I think they are equally slutty, just in different forms.
3) Nayeon. I think it's not that surprising. In most other groups I would easily put her number 1 but the sheer lust that MiSaMo have is too much.
Honestly, I would agree with your list, especially Mina. I have always had that feeling about her, and after the 7 Rings performance came out, it just confirmed my guess about her.
Sana and Nayeon thrive off the attention that they get, and they will do anything to get that attention, even if it means showing a little more skin than they usually do.
I lost the ask for some random ass reason, but here it is
This one was quite hard to decide, honestly, but I absolutely loved answering it.
1. Have a make-out session
Chaeyoung, her lips are truly amazing, and I think it would be super fun to have a makeout session with her because you can hold her in so many different positions given how fuckingl light she is.
2. Give you a handjob
Jeongyeon, expecting a full-on mommy type blowjob where she is super nice and teasing while giving me a handjob. "Come on, baby. You can hold on a little longer, for mommy can't you. You are a good boy, right? Good boys only cum with mommy's permission."
3. Give you a boobjob
Jihyo, this one is relatively obvious. Her tits are fucking heavenly. Getting a boobjob from her would send me straight to heaven. Similar to Jeongyeon, I would love it if she were in a super teasing mommy mood because holding on while being in between those soft tits would be so much harder.
4. Give you a blowjob
Dahyun, fucking her mouth would be amazing, just thinking about all the expressions she would make as she takes me in her mouth is so hot. especially her looking up at me while she has me inside her mouth. Would 100% die a happy death.
5. Grope, lick, and suck her boobs
Momo, similar to Jihyo, has an ungodly set of tits on her. What I wouldn't give to absolutely feel up her boobs and suck on them like there is no tomorrow. For some random reason, I personally think that Momo might have sensitive nips, which would make this even more fun for me because of all the moaning and squirming.
6. Finger, lick, and suck her pussy
Sana, eating her out would sound heavenly. Just imagine the amount of cute sounds she would make when I tease her and don't let her cum. She would be screaming in pleasure with her cute voice when I finally let her cum after all the edging I am about to do
7. Vaginal fuck
Nayeon, for some random reason, I personally think Nayeon would let you have the most passionate sex. She would be super loving and let me worship her body to any length. She loves being the center of attention, so when you finally give her all the attention she craves, she will be such an amazing girl to have sex with. She also 100% has some fat lips that would grip you like there is no tomorrow
8. Anal fuck
Tzuyu, just imagining her perfect thighs bouncing as I go to town on her would be absolutely perfect. I think she would be scared to try it out at first, but once we get in and she adjusts properly. I feel like she would get addicted to anal and I would absolutely love giving it ot her whenever she wants.
9. Do all of the above.
Mina, you all must have seen this coming. She is my ult bias, there is no way I was going to pick anyone other than this beauty. She would be perfect for me to do all of the things mentioned above. I just feel like she would be amazing to have fun, no matter what it is.
tags:voyeourism,hard anal,pee,dephtroath,ekstrim smut,mina dom
note:I wrote this taking from several sources and a little bit of my wild imagination
I arrived in front of a rather unfamiliar room. Victor opened the door. I saw an elderly man in his 60s. He had a large belly, visible gray hair, and a thick, hairy chest. A hint of horror was clearly visible on my face when I saw this man. He was sitting at his desk. Victor approached the man. They whispered, then suddenly Victor said, "This is Mr. Gobe, the hotel manager. He runs the hotel system." Mr. Gobe looked at me, "You saw it, didn't you?" "What do you mean, Mr. Gobe? What did I see?"
"Hahahaha... I meant in the elevator, Victor told me earlier. You must have been surprised, right? That's not common, but here, things like that are common. Oh yes, I'll accept you to work here right away."
I was shocked when Mr. Gobe said that, "S...sorry, I haven't even introduced myself properly. Is it okay like this? I really need a job, and this is like a jackpot?" I smiled awkwardly. "Ha ha ha ha," he laughed loudly, his voice a little scary. Then he said, "Calm down, kid. I'm not the type to trust people easily. Before you came here, I investigated you first. Ha ha ha, I apologize for that, ha ha. I trust your experience, kid. Not many people can be like you."
Note: What was Yn's job before arriving here?
It will be explained in the side story.
I was given a black and gold contract. This was unlike any other contract I'd ever seen before. "Yn, you must be confused, right? Your face tells me so, ha ha ha. Just sign it, and I'll tell you about this hotel."
"(who wouldn't be confused if it was done like this, like I'm getting too much benefit, but I have a bad feeling about this)" I said to myself. "You will work in the position of the head waiter of this hotel, the previous head waiter is currently in the hospital, he was involved in an accident. That's why I quickly want to fill the vacancy, and you are the most appropriate person for that, ha ha and you can ask Victor what to do."
"Okay, sir, I'll keep that in mind," I replied awkwardly. "Oh yes, you're free to use the hotel facilities. There's a CCTV room. You can use it there. You can see and hear everything, ha ha ha." "CCTV room? It seems suspicious, but I don't want to ask too many more questions. I only have one question for now." I asked awkwardly. "Uhm... Mr. Gobe, can you tell me what hotel this is?" "Ha ha ha, good question, this hotel used to be like a regular hotel. It was crowded with visitors, business was good. But for some reason, we went bankrupt. The only way to save ourselves from this was to change this hotel. From a public hotel, it became a private hotel for certain people. Here, they are free, there are no restrictions. Idols, artists, officials. They pay a high price for their sexual freedom. Sometimes it's disgusting to see, but I like it, ha ha ha. They have to pay a VIP hotel membership at a fairly high price to simply satisfy their desires."
Note: This hotel doesn't use on-site payment, they have to subscribe to this place, and once subscribed, the price is very expensive.
"here there is no media, no limits, no rules. They are free to do anything, you will not find anything on the internet about this hotel ha ha ha". I was a little surprised to hear Mr. Gobe's explanation, how free are they here? What are they doing? the question came up but I decided not to ask further. "Thank you for the explanation, Mr. Gobe. I can understand a little." "Relax, son, ha ha ha. Do you want to see something?" He asked. "What is it?" I replied. He opened his monitor and showed a video. "You know? I have a personal bitch. She will even come if I call her now." I was very surprised when I saw what was on the screen, it was a famous idol. Her outer appearance was quite tomboyish and innocent, people would not expect her to be like this. She was Ryujin Itzy, it seemed like the video was recorded from a cellphone camera. She was sucking Mr. Gobe's penis, her saliva was dripping, her eyes were red and watery. She was like an addict, like a natural prostitute. Her mouth was sucking the penis, her right hand was pinching her own nipples. There were no piercings but there were nipple clamps. She had a tattoo in the middle of her breasts.
His left hand entered her vagina, not his finger but his entire arm, yellow liquid was seen coming out of her vagina. What is that? He put his left arm in and out very quickly. There was a handprint on her navel and it moved up and down. Because her stomach was slim, his hand was visible from the outside. In the next second he took out his left hand, his mouth immediately spat on his left hand and put it in her ass. There was no resistance, her anus accepted it very well. "Master Master Master Give me it Master" Ryujin's voice was clearly heard. Suddenly Mr. Gobe released a pink liquid from who knows where he got it, he poured the liquid on his penis and Ryujin immediately sucked Mr. Gobe's penis like crazy. His right hand wrapped around her nipple, slapped, pinched her own nipple until a very red hue spread across her breasts. His left hand entered and took it out at a crazy speed like a high-powered piston engine. The sound of puff..puff..puff was very clearly heard, even Ryujin did not hesitate to fart repeatedly This time. He went crazy because of that liquid. What liquid was that? I asked myself.
In the next second, Ryujin's urine came out like a fountain, even his left hand inside his ass was moving faster. He moaned with a high voice "very good master" very good, give me more ahh..ahh I want more master..." In the next second, Ryujin was seen sticking his tongue in front of Mr. Gobe's penis, a voice was heard "you little bitch you even came before penetration." He slapped Ryujin's face using his hard penis. Ryujin sighed and suddenly Mr. Gobe urinated on Ryujin's face and......
Note: What happened to Ryujin?
Mr. Gobe turned off his laptop. "Ha ha ha fun isn't it ha ha ha, he is so obedient to me." I was wide-eyed after seeing this, my penis hardened very hard but I could still control it. "What kind of liquid is that, Mr. Gobe, it seems like he's going wild because of it," I asked Mr. Gobe. "Ha ha ha you don't need to know, Yn, this is beyond your control for now, just keep quiet ha ha ha, you can come to work tomorrow, coincidentally I have several business trips to done, this month is very busy haha ha, you can go home now yn victor will take you. "." thank you mr gobe i will work hard starting tomorrow.
I came home with mixed feelings, shocked, excited and very aroused. When I got home I immediately opened my laptop to watch Ryujin's fancam, while rubbing my penis for a while and my white fluid came out, but it still didn't quench my sexual thirst. I decided to jog lightly to relieve my frustration.
The next day my first day of work began, the hotel was really quiet no one was seen, only me, Victor, and some hotel cleaners were seen walking around. Victor and I were at the reception desk he explained some things I had to do, I listened to him carefully "no cameras in this area, Yn, no personal questions to our visitors," and so on I heard Victor's chatter while nodding in understanding. While we were talking someone appeared from the lobby door, a petite woman and a large man with tattoos on his arms. The woman was wearing an oversized white t-shirt, wearing a black hat and a white mask. She wasn't wearing a bra at all, the shadow of her nipples protruded behind her shirt plus the side of her shirt was open showing her small side breasts. "I ordered room 12" her voice was soft and familiar, "Um..Um..Okay Miss" I stuttered because this was my first visitor and it seemed I recognized this voice. "Anything else Miss?" I asked in a professional voice. "Hmm.. I'd like a lot of towels and some alcohol and also some lubricant" she said in a soft voice that was almost inaudible.
Note: Mina's outfit reference is Chaeyoung's outfit during her gym video with Jihyo on YouTube (if you don't know, you can search for it on YouTube).
"Okay, miss, we'll prepare it. Please tap your card here." I took out a special machine. She looked for her card and felt around in her bag. She bent down quite low. Because her clothes were very loose, I could clearly see her breasts from above. Small, slightly dark breasts, prominent nipples, and two gold piercings between them. My penis immediately hardened at this sight. Finally, she took out her hotel VIP card and swiped it on the special machine. Her arms were raised, and now it was the side of her breasts that was visible. The brown nipples with the piercings were clearly visible. "Okay," she said briefly. She didn't say much, but from her eyes, she knew I was paying attention to her body.
"Enjoy your day miss" I said while giving her the hotel key. She immediately went to the room. When I asked Victor who was busy with his laptop "Is that Mina Twice?" "Hmmm he nodded, you know she is one of the customers who actively visits our hotel, maybe up to 2 times a week" Victor replied. "Now prepare what she asked for and deliver it to her room" Victor said. "Okay Victor" I replied "But who is that man?" I asked again. "He is her personal bodyguard, they always come together, sometimes Miss Mina is still wearing stage clothes and drunk, they often come here together" "Ohh okay Victor, thank you for explaining to me" then with enthusiasm, I immediately took Mina's things, then took her to room number 12. I knocked on her room door, a few seconds later Mina came out, now her hat and mask had been removed. I noticed her lips were irregular, red lipstick stains spread on her nose, chin and cheeks, there were wet stains on her clothes, precisely on her chest area.
"Thank you," he said briefly, he immediately turned back to his room, before he closed the door. But the door wasn't closed tightly as if he was in a hurry. I went down again to the reception desk. My penis hardened thinking about what Mina was doing now, she must have done something. I recklessly intended to go back to room 12, but I needed a reason so that Victor wouldn't suspect me. "Uhmm Victor, can I go to the bathroom for a moment, my stomach feels like it's going to explode?" I asked hopefully. "Okay, son, you better hurry up before something spills here," Victor said with a straight face. His humor is really bad, I said to myself. "I'll be back soon, sir," I shouted a little and immediately went to room no. 12. When I got there, I was really lucky because the door wasn't completely closed, I slowly peeked. I was shocked inside, Mina and the man were kissing hotly, their mouths devouring each other, their eyes closed, their tongues fighting, soft moans were heard. I carefully went into the room, hiding behind the sofa on the right side of the room. Luckily, they were too busy to realize my presence, slowly but surely I found the right position to peek at the indecent act.
I let go of my penis and rubbed it slowly while watching them, I could be fired immediately if this was found out, I thought hopefully my luck wasn't over. Suddenly Mina stood up and the man knelt down with his mouth open facing up, Mina put her own finger into his mouth, it made his gag reflex come out, saliva was held back a lot in his mouth, and without further ado she spat into the man's mouth, mucus after mucus poured into the poor man's mouth then with a final touch Mina kissed the man's mouth and said "swallow it oppa don't you dare take it out" while slapping the man's cheek, strangely, whether he was used to it or forced, he swallowed it all and with a smile he opened his mouth to show Mina that he had swallowed it all.
I was shocked to see the sight, Mina Twice is famous for her beautiful, elegant and quiet face but has a wild nature, I rubbed my penis quickly because what I saw was very wild and perverted. Before I had time to think clearly, Mina immediately spat again into the man's mouth, this time less saliva came out but she spat up to 7 times in a row making the man's mouth full. "Swallow it all you pig, swallow!!" Mina said in a slightly high voice and she laughed like a psychopath. "Uhmm muahh very delicious Mina chan, give me more" said the man while laughing madly. "Do you want more pig?" "Yes please Mina chan". Mina stepped back she took a long dildo she put it into her own mouth long enough, until a disgusting yellow liquid came out of Mina's mouth and went straight into the man's mouth who had been waiting. The man ate it like there was no tomorrow. Mina laughed, with a gasp, her eyes watering her hands reached for her own vagina and rubbed it her hands touched her pierced nipples. She couldn't believe she was masturbating by watching a man eat her vomit alone. she moaned loudly, getting louder it seemed her climax was near, finally a fountain came out of her vagina spraying all over the poor man's face. and without further ado the man immediately licked Mina's vagina like a thirsty dog. Mina rubbed the man's hair and said "smart pig do you like the taste of mother's vomit, or the taste of mother's vagina?" the man smiled stupidly and said "I like both Mina chan".
I can't say anything about what I saw, rubbing my penis at full speed until my climax came, white liquid spilled onto the floor, but my penis was still standing very hard with no signs of loosening, when I regained consciousness the scene in front of me showed the man devouring Mina's ass, his tongue switching between the woman's vagina and ass. Mina moaned loudly "ahhh..ahhh...you are very good at licking, pig. Put your tongue in my dirty ass. ahh ahhh put it in quickly". without wasting time the man put his tongue in Mina's ass which was already gaping. "ahhh...so good...". when the man was sucking like a hungry dog suddenly a fart sound was heard from Mina's gaping ass.
"Does it smell good, Oppa?" Mina asked with a strange smile on her face. "Y-yeah, Mina-chan, it's very good," said the poor man. Mina suddenly turned her body, facing him, and kissed him.
Roughly, their mouths met again. "Ahh, it seems like the taste of my ass is still in your dirty mouth. Why don't you just masturbate while licking my anus, Oppa?" Mina asked innocently with a strange smile. On the other hand, I still couldn't believe that what I was seeing was Mina from the popular group Twice. She was like a different person. The look in her eyes, the strange smile, and the commanding tone were different from the Mina I saw on the internet. The man nodded in agreement, "Anything for you, Mina-chan." The man immediately grabbed his own penis and rubbed it slowly. Then, Mina turned onto her back, spread her legs, her vagina and anus clearly visible, then spread her butt cheeks so that her anus was wide open.
the man licked again like a mad dog, Mina's moaning voice was heard very loudly, in between her moans her right hand searched for her own nipples, pinched her nipples, pulled the gold piercings there so that they stretched. she slapped her own breasts "ahh nice...nice...nice...nice...nice...again...you lousy pig...put it in deeper...lick the inside too damn". suddenly the man rubbed his own penis faster "mina chan a..I want to come out can I come out". mina stopped moaning her expression changed to a little angry, "you damn pig, you just started and you came out". she slapped the man's cheek. then mina turned around again to the 69 position, her mouth was now in front of the man's penis. then she sucked his penis, "okay now you can come out, just take it out in my mouth you pig". then the man's penis twitched fluid came out of it, mina caught it all but didn't swallow it, she turned back to the starting position, looked for the man's mouth and they kissed. sharing disgusting semen.
"How does your own semen taste like a pig, isn't it disgusting?" Mina asked in between their hot kisses, "It does taste disgusting Mina Chan," the man answered while swallowing his own semen. After finishing, Mina stood up and opened the drawer, took 5 pills. It wasn't clear what the medicine was. She put it in her mouth, then headed towards the man again. And quickly she opened the man's mouth, she spat into it, the medicine mixed with mucus entered the man. "Swallow it, honey, we have a long night. I want you to destroy me tonight until I can't move anymore." Mina said with a smile. After swallowing the medicine, the man's penis became completely hard. Mina laughed and said, "Ha ha ha, this pig's penis can't wait, huh, uhmm." She changed her position to a doggy position, "Hurry up and put it in, I can't hold it anymore." Like a crazy person, the man immediately put his entire penis into Mina's anus, there was no resistance, her anus was very loose, very easy to insert, it seemed like he had just used her anus. Mina groaned, her eyes closed, the man pushed at full speed. Suddenly the man said "Mina chan why is your anus so loose, this is not like usual". With a sharp gaze, Mina slapped the man. "You're a pig who doesn't know himself, just fuck me, don't ask too many questions. This must be because of that bitch, when I was sleeping she put her arm into my anus, even though it was nice, it was also painful. She even kept quiet until morning". Mina answered with an annoyed face. Bitch? Who is the bitch that Mina is referring to, I asked myself.
"uhmm mina chan ca..can i use your vagina, i promise i will be gentle. let me take your vagina virginity mina chan" he spoke hesitantly. then a second later, mina's slap landed on the man's cheek. "you're crazy, you're just my sex pig that i use, you're just a toy you don't deserve it, i'm saving it for my husband in the future. do you understand ahh...ahhh" she answered annoyedly while groaning because the man kept drilling her anus. "are two holes not enough, you have an anus and my mouth use them as much as you like pig". mina's voice rose. whether annoyed or what, the man increased his speed, he added three fingers into mina's anus. his left hand groped mina's breasts hard, then he slapped mina's butt hard enough that a red blush was visible. "yes..yes...destroy me pig...do it harder...i like it...ahhh...ahhh". then mina's face turned and stuck out His tongue was a sign asking to be kissed, without further ado, the man kissed Mina hotly. Their tongues fought to explore each other's mouths.
His speed was still the same, pushing in and out of the petite woman's anus quickly. They both moaned loudly in the hot kiss. "Mina chan I want to come...". Mina broke the kiss then said "Inside inside inside... take it out in my dirty anus don't you dare spill it even a little." The man came into her anus. With a gasp he took out his slightly loosened penis from Mina's ass. Mina immediately stood up she closed her gaping anus with three fingers. Towards the large cupboard next to the bed she took out a large butt plug. Iqlu spat on it and he inserted it into her ass easily she smiled and said "you know what? You're a good pig, now quickly harden your pathetic penis pig I want my anus filled again until tomorrow.
Without realizing my semen came out I reached climax again I don't know how many times I came. I looked at the clock it had been thirty minutes since I left Victor. I decided to go back, not wanting to take any more risks I had to quickly get out of this room. When I saw Mina, she was already kneeling in front of The man's penis was now fully hard again, inserting all of it into his mouth and holding it for a few seconds. The shadow of his penis was visible on Mina's neck, he did dephtroat. I slipped quietly out of Mina's room. Heading to the reception desk. There I saw Victor looking at me "Is your stomach better, Yn?" he asked. With a stupid smile I answered "Yes, of course I released a lot earlier hehe". And we went about our activities as usual. But my mind was still on the incident earlier...
To be continued...
What do you guys think? Please give your criticism and suggestions!
➤ Word Count: 13.2K
➤Tags : Smut, Jealousy, Just a head canon from a request turned oneshot
➤Teaser: She was elegance in motion—graceful, poised, untouchable. But when jealousy laced her soft voice and her touch turned commanding, Realizations dawn upon something dangerous: beneath Mina’s calm, there lived a storm... and tonight, it had only one target—you.
➤Note: Nothing major stuff. I was just extremely hormonal for my queen Minari. And this was requested with a minor plot so yeah.
The last flashes of the camera still flickered in your vision as you stepped aside, watching the TWICE girls gather around the monitor to check the final shots. Their energy was infectious—chattering, laughing, half-teasing each other as they reviewed their poses. You tucked your hands into the pockets of your slacks, wearing that small, casual smile you didn’t even realize always lingered around them.
"Y/N, come here!" Dahyun called out brightly, beckoning you with a wiggle of her fingers. "You have to see this one. I think I’m finally mastering my 'mysterious' face."
You laughed, stepping up beside her. "Mysterious? You look like you're hiding a secret from the entire planet."
Dahyun gave a mock gasp, elbowing you lightly in the side, her white blazer crinkling with the movement. "That was the point!"
Nearby, Jeongyeon snorted. "No, no, Y/N’s right. You look like you just committed a crime." She nudged your arm conspiratorially. "See? This is why we need his feedback. He's brutally honest but still makes you feel good about it."
"It's a skill," you joked, tossing a wink at Jeongyeon, who exaggerated a swoon for comedic effect.
The easy banter continued. Sana joined, slipping an arm casually through yours, resting her head dramatically against your shoulder. "Y/N always makes everyone feel pretty. It’s unfair."
You glanced down at her, grinning. "You're acting like you need me to tell you that, Sana. You practically invented 'pretty.'"
She laughed, her hair brushing your arm. In the background, a faint click of heels echoed against the polished floors, almost drowned out by the voices around you.
You barely caught the flash of dark, observant eyes—Mina, a few feet away, standing almost perfectly still beside the drinks table, her fingers lightly curled around a bottled water she hadn’t opened. She said nothing, simply watching, her posture so elegant and composed that it blended into the white-and-gold decor of the studio.
You didn’t think much of it. Mina was always a little quieter after shoots, and you figured she was just letting the others have their moment. After all, the chemistry you had with them wasn’t anything romantic; it was warmth, familiarity—the kind of easy relationship that naturally bloomed after months of working together.
Still, you peeled away slightly from Sana, giving her a gentle pat on the hand before slipping free of her arm. You didn’t want anyone, especially Mina, thinking you were being careless.
"Alright, Miss Visual," you teased Dahyun instead, turning to her next. "Let’s see this masterpiece."
She showed you her favorite shot, her cheeks puffing out in faux seriousness as you studied it. You nodded thoughtfully, pursing your lips. "Honestly?" you said, making her lean in eagerly. "You look like you're planning world domination. But like, in a very fashionable way."
Dahyun burst out laughing, slapping your arm playfully. "I’ll take it! Queen behavior only!"
Chaeyoung wandered over, grabbing your sleeve. "Oppa, you gotta tell them I looked cooler, though," she demanded with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I had that 'don't mess with me' vibe."
You glanced at her shots, pretending to squint in deep examination. "Mmm... more like 'cute but pretending to be dangerous.' Like a kitten trying to growl."
"Yah!" she protested, whacking your arm as Tzuyu giggled behind her hand.
The laughter around you was natural, easy. You gave and received it without thought, radiating that casual affection you always carried—a warmth that had become part of who you were to them.
Still, somewhere at the back of your mind, you caught it—a feeling, a prickling on your skin. A gaze. It wasn’t hostile, but it was sharp. Heavy. Watching.
You turned your head just slightly. Mina hadn't moved. She hadn't smiled, hadn’t joined the circle. She merely stood there, her posture rigid yet graceful, her gaze lingering on you with something unreadable in its depths.
You lifted a hand slightly, giving her a small smile across the space. An invitation.
She didn’t return it. Instead, she took a small, deliberate sip from her water, set it back down with a soft click, and walked towards you, slow and composed like a ripple moving through still water.
The chatter around you didn't even falter. The girls kept laughing, arguing lightheartedly about whose photos were better. No one seemed to notice how Mina's eyes never left you.
She stopped close—closer than she usually would when others were around. Her voice was low, soft enough only for you to hear, but carrying a firm weight beneath it.
"Y/N," she said, her tone wrapped in velvet but unmistakably commanding. "We should go now."
You blinked, slightly caught off guard. "Already? I thought you wanted to—"
Mina’s hand brushed your wrist lightly, the briefest contact, but it silenced whatever you were about to say. There was no anger in her expression. No open jealousy. Mina wasn't the type to make a scene.
But her eyes—those deep, endless eyes—held something else entirely. A quiet decision. A possessive glint hidden behind her usual demure calm.
You swallowed down your protest. Something about the way she was looking at you... You knew better than to argue.
"Alright," you said quietly, flashing an apologetic glance at the rest of the group. "I’m heading out with Mina. Great job today, everyone."
They barely batted an eye, waving you off with playful goodbyes and last-minute jokes about working hard for the next shoot.
But as you stepped away, Mina stayed close—closer than normal, her presence a quiet tether between you. You didn’t even realize until you passed through the exit doors just how tightly your heart was pounding.
And Mina... Mina hadn't said another word. But somehow, you could feel the storm she was carefully, elegantly holding back.
The car door clicked shut behind you with a sound that felt too loud in the suffocating silence. Mina’s fingers curled around the steering wheel, her manicured nails—usually so pristine—digging just slightly into the leather. The engine purred to life, smooth and controlled, just like her.
You stole a glance at her profile. The streetlights flickered across her face as she pulled out of the parking garage, casting shadows over the sharp line of her jaw, the unreadable set of her lips. She hadn’t looked at you once since you got in.
Fuck.
You shifted in your seat, the weight of her silence pressing down on you. "Mina—"
"Seatbelt," she murmured, her voice soft but edged with something that made your stomach tighten.
You obeyed instantly, the click of the buckle sounding like a lock snapping into place.
The drive was agonizing. Mina navigated the streets with her usual grace, but there was a tension in her shoulders, a quiet restraint in the way her fingers flexed against the wheel every time you opened your mouth—then thought better of it.
You tried again. "You know I wasn’t—"
A red light. The car rolled to a stop. Mina finally turned her head, her dark eyes meeting yours with a slow, deliberate intensity that stole the breath from your lungs.
"Do I look like I want to talk right now?"
Her voice was silk wrapped around steel.
You swallowed hard. The air between you thickened, charged with something dangerous—something that coiled low in your gut and made your fingers twitch against your thighs.
Mina held your gaze for a heartbeat longer before turning back to the road, her lips parting just enough to let out a slow, controlled exhale.
The light turned green. She didn’t speak again.
But the way her thigh brushed against the gearshift—the way her skirt rode up just slightly, revealing the barest hint of toned skin—every tiny movement felt like a taunt. A promise.
The city lights blurred past the window as Mina drove in silence, her slender fingers tightening ever so slightly on the steering wheel. You watched the neon signs reflect in her dark eyes, those beautiful pools usually so warm but now cold as polished onyx.
Was it really about the joking around with the members? You replayed the moments in your head—Dahyun's playful elbow, Sana's arm linked with yours, Chaeyoung's whiny "Oppa." Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the usual easy camaraderie you'd built with all of them over time.
But Mina... Mina wasn't looking at you. Mina wasn't speaking. And Mina never shut you out like this unless something had really gotten under her skin.
"Was it Sana?" you finally ventured, keeping your voice low. "You know she just does that with everyone. It doesn't mean—"
The car jerked slightly as Mina pressed the accelerator a little too hard in response, her lips pressing into a thin line. You sucked in a sharp breath, gripping the seat.
Okay. Wrong move. You tried again, softer this time. "Baby..."
Mina's jaw tensed. A muscle feathered under her smooth skin. Still silent. You exhaled, sinking back into the seat. "I wasn't flirting. You know I'd never—"
"You don't decide what bothers me." Her voice was quiet, lethally calm, slicing through your excuses like a knife.
Your pulse spiked. There it was—the first real crack in her porcelain composure. And fuck if it didn't send a thrill straight down your spine.
Mina turned into the driveway of your shared apartment, the tires crunching over gravel. She killed the engine. Silence swallowed the car whole.
Then, slowly, she turned to face you. Her eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them. "Get inside," she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet authority. "Now."
The elevator ride up to your apartment was the longest thirty seconds of your life. Mina stood beside you, her arms crossed, the scent of her perfume—something expensive and floral—filling the small space. You could feel the heat of her gaze burning into the side of your face, but you didn’t dare look.
Instead, you muttered under your breath, eyes flickering upward as if heaven itself might intervene. “God, if you’re listening… save me from my goddess.”
Mina’s fingers twitched. The elevator dinged.
You shuffled out behind her, still whispering your desperate prayers. “Mina noona is gonna kill me… I swear I didn’t do anything wrong. Help. Please. I’m too young to die.”
Mina unlocked the door with deliberate slowness, her back still turned to you. But you could see the way her shoulders tensed—the way her grip on the doorknob tightened just a fraction.
She stepped inside. You hesitated in the doorway, gulping.
“Maybe… maybe I should sleep at a hotel tonight?” you tried, voice cracking.
Mina didn’t answer. She just turned, slowly, her eyes locking onto yours with terrifying precision.
Then, with a voice like velvet dipped in poison, she murmured:
“Close the door, Y/N.”
Oh. Fuck.
You stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind you. The door clicked shut behind you. And as Mina’s fingers curled into the front of your shirt, dragging you forward, you realized— Prayer wasn’t going to save you tonight.
Her hands shoved against your chest the second you crossed the threshold, sending you stumbling backward into the bedroom. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and you barely had time to register the dangerous glint in Mina’s eyes before she turned on her heel and walked out. The door clicked shut with terrifying finality. "M-Mina—?"
No answer. Just the sound of her heels clicking down the hallway, fading into deliberate silence.
You sat there, pulse hammering, listening to the distant sounds of drawers opening, something metallic clinking, the rustle of fabric. Your imagination ran wild. "Oh god. Oh god. She’s getting the rope. She’s getting the cuffs. She’s definitely getting the—"
A soft thud from the other room cut off your mental spiral. Then—silence. Too much silence.
You swallowed dryly. "Noona…?"
Still nothing. The tension coiled tighter in your gut. And then— Click. The door swung open.
The air in the room thickened as Mina’s fingers trailed up the curve of her waist, unhooking the clasp of her blouse with deliberate slowness. The fabric parted, sliding down her shoulders before pooling at her feet. Your breath hitched—her skin glowed under the dim bedroom light, smooth and flawless, save for the faint blush creeping up her chest.
She didn’t speak. Just hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, letting it drop with a whisper of fabric.
Black lace clung to her hips, the delicate straps framing the sinful dip of her waist. Her breasts—small, perky, perfectly shaped—strained against the sheer cups of her lingerie, nipples pebbled beneath the satin. And her ass… god, her ass. That tight, pert curve TWICE stans lost sleep over, barely contained by the scrap of lace riding up her thighs.
Mina smirked, noticing where your eyes lingered. “Eyes up here, sweet thing.”
Your gaze snapped to hers, heat flooding your cheeks. She took a step forward, the sharp click of her heels against hardwood making your pulse stutter. “Did I say you could look?”
Your throat went dry. “N-no, Noona.”
She hummed, circling you like a predator. “Naughty boy. Getting distracted already.” Her fingers brushed over your shoulder, nails grazing just enough to tease. “Pants. Off. Now.”
You fumbled with your belt, fingers trembling under her watchful gaze. The zipper sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room, your cock already straining against your briefs.
Mina’s lips curved. “Mm. Eager, aren’t we?” She tilted her head, trailing a finger down your bare chest. “But we’re not rushing tonight.” Her voice dropped, velvet and steel. “Hands on your thighs. Don’t move them unless I say.”
You obeyed, palms flattening against your legs, fingertips digging into your own skin to keep from touching her.
Mina stepped back, sinking onto the edge of the bed with effortless grace. She crossed her legs—slow, torturous—letting the lace ride higher up her thigh.
“Now,” she purred, “show me how badly you want me.” Her eyes flicked down to where your cock leaked against your stomach. “And remember… good boys don’t cum without permission.”
Her own hand slipped between her legs, fingers tracing lazy circles over the damp lace. Mina’s smile sharpened. “Stroke.”
And like a puppet on her string, you obeyed. Your fingers wrapped around your aching cock with a shaky exhale, the first slow stroke drawing a bead of pre-cum that glistened at the tip. The air between you and Mina felt electric—charged with something far more dangerous than anger. Possession.
Mina watched, her dark eyes tracking every twitch of your hand, every uneven breath that escaped your lips. Her own fingers moved in slow, teasing circles over the lace between her thighs, the fabric already damp with her arousal.
"Slower," she murmured, her voice a velvet command. "You don't get to rush this, my sweet sugar."
You bit your lip, forcing your grip to loosen, your strokes to drag out agonizingly slow. The sensation was maddening—every nerve in your body screamed for more, but Mina's gaze pinned you in place, her dominance a tangible weight in the room.
She let out a soft sigh, her head tilting back slightly as her fingers pressed harder against herself. "Good boy," she cooed, the praise sending a jolt straight to your cock. "Just like that. Show me how well you listen."
Your cheeks burned. There was something unbearably intimate about this—being laid bare under her watchful eyes, your pleasure entirely at her mercy. It wasn't just the physical act; it was the way she owned you in this moment, her jealousy morphing into something far more intoxicating.
Mina's breath hitched as she hooked a finger under the lace, pulling it aside to reveal glistening pink. "See what you do to me?" she whispered, her voice dripping with sinful sweetness. "All because you couldn't behave."
You whimpered, your hips twitching involuntarily.
"Ah-ah." Her free hand lifted, a single finger wagging in warning. "Did I say you could move?"
You froze, your cock throbbing in your grip.
Mina smiled—a slow, dangerous thing—before dragging her fingertip up her slit, gathering wetness and bringing it to her lips. "Mmm…" Her tongue darted out, tasting herself with a hum. "You want to know how you taste on me, naughty one?"
The question punched the air from your lungs.
She didn't wait for an answer.
"Then be good," she breathed, spreading her legs wider, her fingers working in slow, obscene circles. "And maybe—just maybe—I'll let you find out."
Your strokes stuttered, your entire body trembling with restraint.
Mina's laugh was soft, triumphant.
"That's it… suffer for me."
Mina’s fingers slowed against her own slick folds, her gaze sharpening as she watched you struggle to maintain the languid pace she demanded. Your cock—thick, veined, flushed deep red with desperation—twitched in your grip, pre-cum beading at the tip only to be smeared messily down your length with each torturously slow stroke.
“Look at you,” she cooed, her voice saccharine sweet even as her thighs squeezed tighter around her own hand. “My pretty, fair-skinned boy. Even your cock behaves so prettily for me.” Her free hand lifted, gesturing idly. “Tighter. Just at the base—yes, like that.”
You whimpered, your fingers obediently tightening where she instructed, the pressure bordering on painful. Your hips jerked instinctively, but a single raised brow from Mina froze you in place. Her smile turned venomous.
“Oh? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Her fingers abruptly stilled against her own wetness, her voice dropping into something darker. “Like how you didn’t notice me after the shoot?”
Your breath hitched.
“You made them laugh,” she continued, her tone deceptively light as she resumed circling her clit, slower now. “You let Sana cling to you. Let Dahyun demand your praise. Let Chaeyoung call you oppa like she has any right—” Her nail dug sharply into her own thigh, her breath catching before she steadied it. “But me? You barely glanced my way.”
You swallowed hard, your strokes faltering. “Mina, I didn’t—”
“Did I say you could stop?” Her voice cracked like a whip, her other hand slamming down onto the bed beside her. “Keep. Going.”
You hurried to obey, your cock aching from the uneven rhythm. Mina leaned forward, her lace-clad breasts swaying with the movement, her eyes locked onto yours. “You don’t divide your attention, Y/N.” Her thumb pressed hard against her clit, her breath hitching. “You don’t share what’s mine.”
The possessiveness in her voice sent a brutal throb through your length.
“Faster now,” she commanded, her own hips rolling into her hand. “Show me how much you regret it. Show me you know who you belong to.”
Your hand sped up, the slick sounds of your strokes filling the room alongside Mina’s soft, controlled gasps.
She watched you with half-lidded eyes, her lips parting around a moan she refused to let out. “G-good boy,” she managed, her thighs trembling. “Just—just like that. Mine.”
Mina's chest rose and fell with slow, controlled breaths as the last tremors of her climax faded. Her fingers, glistening with her release, lifted from between her thighs—her dark eyes pinned you in place before you could so much as blink. "Come here," she murmured, her voice honey-thick with satisfaction.
You hesitated, your hand still working your cock at the uneven pace she'd demanded. Mina's lips curled. "Did I say you could stop stroking?"
Your grip tightened reflexively, your thighs tensing as you shuffled forward on your knees, your free hand bracing against the bed for balance. Mina watched your struggle with quiet amusement, her damp fingers hovering just inches from your lips.
"Open," she commanded. You obeyed, your mouth parting around a shaky exhale.
Her fingers pressed against your tongue without warning—taste exploding across your senses, sweet and musky and undeniably hers. Your groan was muffled around her skin, your cock twitching violently in your grip as she dragged her fingertips deeper, until your lips brushed her knuckles.
"Suck," she breathed, her other hand tangling in your hair without mercy. "Clean them like the good boy you should have been today."
You hollowed your cheeks, your tongue lapping greedily at her digits, the salt-sharp tang of her arousal flooding your mouth. Mina's breath hitched, her grip tightening in your hair as she watched you through heavy-lidded eyes.
"Look at you," she mused, her voice dripping with mocking praise. "So eager to please me now. Where was this energy earlier, hm?" Her fingers thrust deeper abruptly, cutting off your air for one breathtaking second before pulling back just enough to let you gasp. "Pathetic."
Your eyes watered, your strokes faltering as her fingers fucked shallowly into your mouth.
Mina's smile turned razor-sharp. "Did I say you could slow down?" Her free hand snapped out, wrapping around your wrist to guide your pace back to the punishing rhythm she'd demanded. "You don't get to stop. Not until I say."
Pre-cum dripped from your tip onto the sheets below, your thighs trembling with the effort of holding back—of obeying.
Mina leaned in, her lips brushing your ear as she murmured: "Remember this taste the next time you think of ignoring me."
Then her fingers plunged back into your mouth, her hips rolling against nothing as she watched you choke around her.
Your hand was slick with sweat and pre-cum, your strokes ragged and uneven—desperate to keep up with Mina’s impossible demands. Every muscle in your body trembled with restraint, your cock swollen and throbbing, veins straining beneath feverish skin.
Mina watched you unravel with a predator’s patience, her fingers still tangled in your hair, her own arousal glistening on her parted lips.
Then—smack!
Her palm cracked against the back of your hand, knocking it away from your cock so hard your skin stung. You gasped, hips jerking forward into empty air, your entire body tightening like a coiled spring.
"Ah-ah," Mina tutted, her voice saccharine-sweet even as her fingers wrapped around your length in a ruthless grip. "You don’t get to decide when to touch yourself."
Her thumb swiped over your leaking tip, spreading the sticky mess down your shaft before she began stroking—hard, fast, no pity in her touch. Your vision blurred.
"Look at me," she demanded, her grip tightening near the base, squeezing just shy of too much. You forced your eyes open, meeting hers through the haze of pleasure-pain.
Mina’s lips curled. "You want to cum, don’t you?" Her other hand cupped your balls, weighing them in her palm before giving a warning press. "Beg for it."
You swallowed, your voice ragged. "P-please—"
"Please what?" she purred, twisting her wrist on the upstroke, her nails grazing just beneath your swollen head. You choked. "Please let me cum, Noona—fuck!"
Mina slowed her strokes abruptly, her thumb circling your slit in slow, torturous presses. "Mm… I don’t know," she mused, tilting her head. "Do you really deserve it?"
Your hips bucked into her fist, a broken whimper tearing from your throat. She laughed—soft, cruel—and leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "Fine."
Her hand snapped tight around your shaft, stroking brutally, her pace relentless.
"Cum."
You shattered. Rope after rope of thick, pearly release painted her fingers, your hips jerking erratically as she milked you through the aftershocks, her grip unyielding even as your legs gave out beneath you.
Mina pulled back just enough to examine her glistening hand, her tongue darting out to taste the mess you’d made. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice softening—just a fraction.
Then she smeared the remnants across your lips, pressing in with her thumb until you tasted yourself. "Next time," she whispered, "you won’t make me wait."
Mina’s fingers trailed down your sweat-slicked chest, her touch featherlight yet commanding as she nudged you backward onto the mattress. The silk sheets clung to your overheated skin, still trembling from the brutal release she’d wrung out of you.
Her lips brushed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Good boys don’t move,” she murmured, her voice laced with dark promise. “And you are going to be good for me now, aren’t you?”
You barely had time to nod before the cool glide of smooth fabric whispered against your eyelids—black silk, thick enough to plunge you into immediate darkness. Mina tied the blindfold snugly behind your head, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary before withdrawing.
Click.
A drawer slid open. The faint clink of glass, the rustle of something being uncapped. Then—silence. No warning.
Just the sudden, searing heat of slick fingers tracing down your chest—oil? Wax?—before something damp and freezing pressed against your nipple. “Hah—?!” Your back arched off the bed, the shock of cold stealing your breath.
Mina’s laugh was low, wicked. “That’s right,” she purred, dragging the ice cube in slow circles around your pebbled skin. “Every time you move, I add another.”
Your fists clenched in the sheets, your cock already twitching back to life despite the overstimulation. “Shh,” Mina soothed, her free hand trailing down your stomach—only to pinch your other nipple hard. “Be still. Let me play.”
The contrast was maddening. One nipple numb from cold, the other burning from her sharp nails, your hips straining not to buck as Mina’s teeth grazed your inner thigh.
“You’re doing so well,” she whispered, her breath hot against your straining cock before—another ice cube, this time dragged slowly up your length.
You choked on air. Mina’s tongue chased the melting trail, her lips scorching against the chilled skin. “Mmm… see how sweet you taste when you suffer for me?”
Then—without warning—her mouth closed around you, heat enveloping your throbbing cock as the last of the ice dripped onto the sheets.
The blindfold turned the world into a fever dream of sensation—Mina’s lips scorching where the ice had been, her teeth dragging just shy of too much, her nails digging crescent moons into your thighs. Every breath she took against your skin sent a tremble through you, every hum of approval vibrated straight down your cock.
Then—nothing. Her warmth vanished. You jerked instinctively.
SMACK!
Her palm came down hard on your inner thigh.
“Did I fucking say you could move?” Her voice was a whip-crack of dominance, no longer velvet—just raw, unfiltered command. The bed dipped as she straddled you, her lace-clad cunt pressing against your stomach, already dripping. “You think this is fun for me?” Her fingers twisted in your hair, wrenching your head back against the pillows. “Having to remind you who you belong to?”
Your breath came in shallow gasps. Mina leaned down, her lips brushing yours—so close, but not close enough to kiss. “Say it,” she snarled. “Say you’re mine.”
“Y-yours—”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours, Noona—fuck!”
Her hand wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air—just enough to own. “Damn right you are.” She ground down against your stomach, her wetness smearing across your skin. “And next time you even think about making me wait—her hips rolled, her clit dragging against you with a filthy grind, “—I won’t be this nice.”
The threat sent a shockwave straight to your cock, your hips bucking up on instinct. Mina’s laugh was dark. “Oh? You like that idea?” Her grip tightened. “You want me to ruin you for everyone else?”
You couldn’t even speak—just nodded desperately. She released your throat only to slap your cheek lightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Too bad.”
Her hand wrapped around your cock again, stroking with brutal efficiency. “You’ll take what I give you—” Squeeze at the base. “When I let you—” Twist of her wrist. “And you’ll thank me—” Her lips crashed onto yours, swallowing your groan as your back arched off the bed. “—for being so fucking patient with you.”
Mina’s fingers were relentless—stroking, squeezing, rewiring every nerve in your body until pleasure blurred into pain and back again. The blindfold made it worse, every touch amplified, every tease magnified. You couldn’t see her smirk, couldn’t anticipate the cruel twists of her wrist, the way she’d slow to featherlight touches just as you teetered on the edge. “Ngh—Mina, please—”
“Please what?” Her thumb swiped over your leaking tip, spreading the slickness down your shaft before her grip tightened near the base, cutting off your climax with ruthless precision. “You don’t get to beg yet.”
Your hips jerked, desperate for friction, but she pressed her free hand flat against your stomach, pinning you down. “Stay. Still.”
Her voice dripped with faux sweetness, but her touch was pure punishment. She dragged her nails up your inner thigh, just hard enough to sting, before wrapping her fingers around your cock again—tighter this time, her pace agonizingly slow.
“You’re so pretty like this,” she murmured, her breath hot against your ear. “All flushed and trembling. Fighting so hard to be good for me.” Her lips brushed your jaw. “But you’re not there yet, are you?”
You shook your head, your sweat-slicked skin sticking to the sheets beneath you.
Mina hummed, her thumb circling the swollen head of your cock, smearing pre-cum in slow, torturous circles. “I could keep you here forever,” she mused. “Right on the edge. Desperate. Mine.” Her fingers twisted on the upstroke. “Would you like that, sweet thing?”
You choked back a sob. She laughed—soft, melodic—and squeezed. “Too bad.” Her hand vanished entirely, leaving you aching, your cock twitching against empty air.
“Remember this,” she whispered, her nails trailing lightly up your chest as she shifted off the bed. “Next time you even think about ignoring me.”
The door creaked open again, pulling you from your trembling haze. Your cock twitched against your stomach, still painfully hard, still aching from her merciless edging. The silk blindfold clung to your damp skin, shutting out the world—until fingers hooked beneath the fabric, yanking it away in one sharp motion.
Light flooded your vision—blinding, disorienting. Mina loomed over you, her lips curled in a smirk, a bottle of lube dangling from her fingers.“Miss me?” she purred. You opened your mouth to answer, but she pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you.
“Ah-ah.” Her free hand grabbed your wrists, pulling them above your head before wrapping the blindfold around them in a tight knot. The silk dug into your skin, just shy of too much, anchoring you to the headboard. “No talking. Just taking.”
She uncapped the lube with a soft click, pouring a generous amount onto her fingers. The cool liquid dripped onto your chest, making you shiver as she dragged her slick fingers down your torso—slow, teasing, maddening.
“You’re going to watch,” she murmured, her other hand trailing down to her own soaked lace. “Watch what you could have had if you hadn’t made me wait.”
Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric, her breath hitching as she stroked herself in slow, deliberate circles. “See how wet you made me?” she gasped, lifting her fingers to your lips, glistening with her arousal. “Lick.”
You obeyed, your tongue lapping at her essence, the taste flooding your senses. Mina moaned, her hips rocking into her own touch. “Good boy,” she breathed. “Now watch as I fuck myself thinking of you—but not letting you have me.”
Her fingers moved faster, her thighs trembling, her eyes locked onto yours as she denied you everything—except the sight of her unraveling.
Mina’s fingers worked between her thighs with slow, deliberate strokes—her lace pushed aside, her glistening pink folds on full display as she circled her clit in tight, teasing motions. Her breath hitched, her hips rolling into her own touch, but her eyes never left yours.
“Look at you,” she cooed, her voice dripping with saccharine praise even as her fingers plunged deeper, fucking into herself with obscene wet sounds. “So good for me. So obedient.”
Your cock throbbed against your stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip, but you didn’t dare move. Not with your wrists bound above your head, not with Mina’s dark gaze pinning you in place.
She smirked, dragging her free hand up your chest, her nails scraping lightly over your nipples. “You want to touch me, don’t you?”
You swallowed hard, your voice rough with desperation. “Y-yes, Noona—”
“Too bad.” Her fingers curled inside herself, her back arching as she moaned. “You had your chance earlier. Now you just get to watch.”
Her pace quickened, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “F-fuck,” she whimpered, her walls fluttering around her fingers. “You see what you do to me? How wet I get just from owning you?”
You groaned, your hips twitching helplessly. “Mina, please—”
“Please what?” she taunted, slowing her movements to a torturous crawl. “Please let you fuck me? Please let you claim what’s already yours?” She leaned down, her lips brushing yours in a ghost of a kiss. “You should’ve taken me the second we got home.”
Her words sent a jolt straight to your cock, your restraint fraying. Mina pulled back, her fingers still working between her thighs, her voice a whisper. “But you didn’t.”
She pressed her slick fingers to your lips, forcing you to taste her. “So now you suffer.”
Mina’s legs trembled as she slowed the sinful drag of her fingers, her arousal glistening in the dim light. She exhaled sharply, her dark eyes studying you with a mix of dominance and something dangerously close to mercy.
“Tell me,” she murmured, her thumb brushing your lower lip, still wet from her taste. “What would you do for me right now?”
Your voice cracked. “Anything.”
A slow, wicked smile curled her lips. “Good answer.”
With deliberate precision, she reached behind your head, her fingers tugging at the silk binding your wrists. The fabric loosened, slipped free—your arms fell stiffly to your sides, blood rushing back into your fingertips. But before you could even think of moving, Mina’s palm flattened against your chest, pushing you back down.
“Ah-ah.” Her fingernails dug warningly into your skin. “You don’t move until I say.”
You nodded feverishly.
Mina shifted forward, her knees framing your shoulders as she hovered above your face. The scent of her—musky, sweet, undeniably hers—flooded your senses. Her fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head up just enough to meet her heated gaze.
“Open.”
You obeyed instantly, your tongue darting out in anticipation.
Mina’s breath hitched. “Not yet.” Her grip tightened. “You don’t lick until I tell you to. You don’t suck unless I demand it.” Her free hand trailed down her stomach, fingers spreading her glistening folds right above your mouth. “You breathe me in. You take what I give you.”
A whimper escaped you—whether from desperation or worship, you weren’t sure. Mina’s smirk deepened. “Now.”
You dove in. The first lick was tentative—testing, reverent—but Mina’s hips jerked forward impatiently. “Harder.”You groaned against her, your tongue dragging up her slit in one firm stroke before circling her swollen clit.
“Y-yes—like that,” she gasped, her thighs squeezing around your head as you laved at her with slow, deliberate pressure. “But slower—make me feel it—”
You obeyed, dragging your tongue in torturous, wet strokes, reveling in the way her grip on your hair turned punishing.
Mina’s back arched, a broken moan tumbling from her lips. “F-fuck—right there—!” Your fingers dug into her thighs, holding her steady as you worshipped her the only way she’d allow.
The dichotomy was intoxicating—Mina’s stage persona, all elegant restraint and poised artistry, now reduced to trembling thighs and wrecked gasps above your tongue. Her public image was one of whispered elegance, the untouchable swan of TWICE… but this Mina? This Mina was fire and filth.
“Deeper,” she demanded, her fingers tightening in your hair as she ground down against your mouth. You groaned against her, your tongue plunging past her folds, fucking into her with slow, deliberate strokes. The taste of her—salt and sin—flooded your senses, her slick coating your lips, your chin.
Mina’s breath hitched, her hips rolling in time with your movements. “Y-yes—just like that—” Her voice wavered, the polished cadence of her idol tone cracking into something raw, hungry. “God, your tongue—fuck—”
The contrast made your cock throb against the sheets.
Her public smiles were measured, delicate. Now? Her lips parted around panting moans, her head thrown back as she rode your face with shameless need. “Slower,” she gasped, her thighs shaking. “Make it last—ngh—!”
You obeyed, dragging your tongue in torturous circles around her clit, savoring every twitch, every stifled cry. Her back arched, her nails scraping against your scalp as she teetered on the edge— Then yanked your head back with a snarl.
“I didn’t say you could make me cum,” she panted, her chest heaving, her eyes burning with possessive fury. “You already made me wait tonight. Now it’s your turn.”
Her thumb swiped over your slick-stained lips, smearing her essence across your mouth before pressing in—hard.
“Lick.”
You sucked her taste from her skin, your groan vibrating against her fingertips. Mina shuddered, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Good boy… now beg for the rest.”
Mina hovered above you, her thighs still framing your face, her arousal glistening under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. The air between you crackled—half-tension, half-desire—as she studied you with those dark, unreadable eyes. The same eyes that could command stadiums of fans with a single glance now pinned you in place, your pulse hammering under her scrutiny.
You parted your lips to speak, but she pressed a finger to them, silencing you before the words could form. "Ah-ah." Her voice was velvet wrapped around steel. "You don’t get to just ask. You beg." A shiver ran down your spine.
The Mina the world saw was all grace—gentle smiles, elegant gestures, the quiet charisma of TWICE's unshakable ice princess. But this Mina? The one who had you tied up moments ago, the one whose fingers had been knotted in your hair as she rode your tongue? This Mina owned you.
You swallowed hard, your voice dipping into something hushed, reverent. "Noona... please."
Her eyebrow arched. "Please what?"
Your gaze flickered downward—just for a second—but she caught it. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Oh?" She tilted her head, her thumb brushing your lower lip. "You want more than I’m giving you?"
You nodded, your cheeks burning. Mina exhaled sharply through her nose, her fingers trailing down her own body, skimming over the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. "Then ask properly," she murmured. "Or I walk away right now."
The threat sent a jolt through you. "W-wait—!" You reached for her, but she caught your wrist effortlessly, her grip tightening in warning."I—I want..." You hesitated, your throat dry.
Mina's eyes narrowed, impatient. You took a shaky breath. "I want to taste all of you." Her fingers stilled against your wrist.
"Everywhere," you continued, bolder now, your voice rough with want. "Not just your pussy. You." Your gaze flickered lower again, lingering on the curve of her ass—the same one that drove ONCEs wild on stage, the same one that had you biting your lip every time she turned away in those skin-tight stage outfits. "Let me worship you there, too."
Mina’s lips parted slightly.
"I promise," you added quickly, your fingers curling into the sheets, "I won’t even look at anyone else the way I look at you. Not Dahyun, not Sana—no one."
The room fell silent.
Mina studied you for a long moment before exhaling slowly. "Tch." She released your wrist, her nails dragging lightly over your palm as she pulled away. "You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight."
Then, with deliberate slowness, she turned—presenting the sinful curve of her back, the smooth expanse of her waist, the perfect swell of her—
Your breath caught. Mina glanced over her shoulder, her voice dropping into a whisper. "Well? Go on. Prove it."
Your hands trembled as they settled on the sinful curve of Mina’s ass—soft yet firm, the kind of perfection that made ONCEs lose their minds in fancams. But they only got to look.
You got to touch.
A reverent groan escaped you as your fingers kneaded into her flesh, savoring the way it yielded under your grip. Mina exhaled sharply, her back arching slightly, but she didn’t pull away.
“Mmm… that’s it,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “Like you’re handling something precious.”
You swallowed hard, your thumbs brushing the crease where her cheeks met her thighs, teasing but not quite venturing further. Not yet.
Mina glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Scared?”
“N-no,” you lied, your pulse hammering.
She smirked. “Liar.” Leaning forward slightly, she presented herself more fully, the roundness of her ass practically begging for your mouth. “Prove it.”
Your breath hitched. Then—you dove in. Your lips pressed against the swell of her right cheek first, kissing slow, open-mouthed trails down to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mina’s breath stuttered, her fingers tightening in the sheets as you nipped lightly, leaving faint marks in your wake. “F-fuck—”
You grinned against her skin before dragging your tongue up the other side, worshipping every inch with deliberate slowness. The salt-sweet taste of her arousal still lingered, mixing with the faint musk of her skin, and you savored it—like she was your last meal.
Mina shuddered. “Y/N—”
You hummed in response, your hands spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her most forbidden hole. She tensed. You paused, your breath hot against her. “Noona…?”
A beat of silence. Then—“Do it.”
Your tongue swiped up in one firm stroke, laving over her tight rim before circling it slowly. Mina jolted, a broken gasp tearing from her lips. “Hah—!”
You did it again, this time pressing in, just enough to make her thighs tremble. “S-shit—” Her fingers twisted in your hair, yanking you closer. “More.”
You obeyed, your tongue fucking into her with slow, filthy strokes, your hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. Mina’s moans were unfiltered, her usual composure shattered as she ground back against your mouth. “Y-yes—right there—!”
You worshipped her like religion—because to you, she was. And when her legs finally gave out, her body collapsing onto the bed with a shuddering gasp, you followed—your lips still pressed to her skin, your devotion unshaken.
Mina turned onto her back, her chest heaving, her eyes dark with something between lust and awe. “You—” She swallowed hard. “You’re dangerous.”
You grinned, licking your lips. “Only for you, Noona.”
Mina's body was a temple—immaculate, revered, flawless. Every inch of her skin carried the faint scent of lavender and something uniquely her, a testament to her meticulous hygiene. And now, as she lay trembling beneath your worship, you were determined to defile her in the most reverent way possible.
Your fingers traced the curve of her ass, spreading her cheeks wider, exposing her tight, pink hole to the cool air of the room. Mina shuddered, her breath hitching as your thumb brushed over the sensitive rim, just teasing.
"Y/N—" Her voice was a warning, but the way her hips pressed back betrayed her desperation.
You smirked against her skin before leaning in, your tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe from her perineum all the way up to the base of her spine. Mina gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "F-fuck—!"
You did it again, this time circling her rim with the very tip of your tongue, savoring the way her muscles fluttered under your touch. The taste was clean, faintly sweet—perfect.
Reaching for the bottle of sweet lube on the nightstand, you poured a generous amount onto your fingers, warming it between your palms before slicking it over her asshole. Mina whimpered at the sensation, the coolness of the lube contrasting with the heat of your breath.
"Relax," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the small of her back. "Let me take care of you."
Your tongue pressed flat against her hole, laving over it in broad, wet strokes before focusing on the tight ring of muscle. Mina's back arched off the bed, a broken moan tearing from her lips as you pushed inside, just enough to make her gasp.
"Oh god—!"
You groaned against her, the vibrations sending another shudder through her body. Your hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as you ate her out like a man starved—flicking, sucking, devouring every inch of her.
The sweet lube mixed with her natural flavor, creating an intoxicating blend that had your cock throbbing against the mattress. But you ignored it, focusing solely on her, on the way her thighs trembled, on the way her breath came in ragged gasps.
Mina's fingers twisted in your hair, yanking you closer. "D-deeper—please—!"
You obeyed, your tongue fucking into her with slow, deliberate strokes, your nose pressed against her ass cheek. The lewd squelch of the lube, the sharp slap of skin against skin as she ground back onto your face—it was filthy.
And it was heaven.
Mina's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body writhing under your touch. "Y/N—I can't—!"
You pulled back just enough to whisper against her skin, your voice rough with want.
"Yes, you can."
Then you sealed your lips around her rim and sucked.
Mina’s fingers knotted in your hair like a vice, her breath ragged as she forced your face deeper between her cheeks with a sharp, commanding tug.
"Mmmph—!?" Your moan vibrated against her rim, muffled by the sinful press of her ass against your lips, your nose buried in the crease of her thigh.
"That’s it," she panted, her voice dripping with dominance, her hips rolling back to grind against your tongue. "Take it. Take all of me."
The sweet lube made her skin slick under your palms as you gripped her waist, your fingers digging into the soft give of her flesh. Every desperate noise she made—every choked gasp, every shuddering whimper—only drove you deeper, your tongue spearing into her tight hole with relentless strokes.
Mina’s thighs trembled around your head, her back arching as she used your mouth, her control slipping back into place like a crown.
"You love this, don’t you?" she taunted, her voice a sultry rasp. "Being my good little pet, eating my ass like it’s your last meal?"
You groaned in response, the sound swallowed by her skin as she ground down harder.
"Answer me," she demanded, yanking your head back just enough to let you gasp for air.
"Y-yes, Noona—fuck, yes—"
"Good boy," she purred, before shoving your face back into her with a brutal snap of her hips. "Now clean me up."
Your tongue swirled around her rim, lapping up every trace of lube, every drop of her, your nose pressed so deep into her ass you could barely breathe.
And Mina?
She reveled in it—her moans filthy, her grip unrelenting, her dominance absolute.
"Mmm… just like that," she sighed, her voice syrupy with satisfaction. "Worship me right."
You obeyed. Because what else could you do?
Mina’s thighs quivered around your head, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as your tongue worked her rim with precision—broad, flat strokes alternating with pointed flicks that made her toes curl into the sheets. The sweet lube had long since mixed with her own slickness, creating a sinful glaze over her skin that you lapped up greedily.
“F-fuck—right there—” Her fingers twisted in your hair, her hips canting back desperately, chasing the pleasure coiling tight in her gut. “Don’t you dare stop—”
You hummed against her, the vibrations wringing a broken moan from her lips.
You could feel it—the way her muscles fluttered around your tongue, the way her breath hitched with every drag of your lips. She was close.
Too close. And so—you pulled back.
Your tongue retreated with a final, teasing lick, your lips leaving her rim with an obscene pop. Mina froze. Silence. Then— “Y/N.”
Her voice was dangerous. You pressed a kiss to the small of her back, your hands smoothing over the curve of her ass in mock apology. “Yes, Noona?”
She turned—slowly—her eyes blazing with fury and need. “You little shit,” she hissed, her chest heaving.
You grinned up at her, your chin glistening with her taste. “You did say I had to worship you right.” You leaned in, nipping at her inner thigh. “I’m just… taking my time.”
Mina’s nails dug into your shoulders, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Finish what you started.”
You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Or what?”
Her smile was lethal. “Or I’ll edge you for hours.”
… Well. Shit.
You ducked back between her thighs with a whimper. Mina’s laugh was triumphant.
The threat of Mina’s revenge coiled like a live wire in the air—hours of her merciless hands denying you release, her taunting voice reducing you to a whimpering mess. The memory alone sent a jolt of fear (or was it anticipation?) straight to your aching cock.
No. You knew better than to test her.
With a ragged exhale, you dove back between her thighs, your tongue laving over her neglected rim in one long, apologetic stroke. Mina’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in your hair—warningly—but you didn’t hesitate this time.
You ate like a man starving.
Your lips sealed around her tight hole, sucking gently before fucking into her with firm, rhythmic strokes of your tongue. Mina’s hips jerked, a broken moan tumbling from her lips as you redoubled your efforts— "Ngh—fuck—!"
Her thighs trembled around your head, her heels digging into your back as you ruined her. The sweet lube mixed with the salt of her skin, the musky essence of her arousal, creating a flavor so hers you could’ve gotten drunk on it.
"Y-Y/N—I’m—" Her voice cracked, her body bowing off the bed as pleasure snapped tight in her core.
You doubled down—sucking, licking, devouring—until her grip on your hair turned punishing, until her moans dissolved into mindless whimpers, until—
"Cumming—!"
Mina’s back arched violently, her thighs clamping around your head as her orgasm ripped through her—silent at first, then shattering into a gasped cry you felt vibrate through her entire body. You rode it out, gentling your tongue to soft, coaxing strokes until she slumped bonelessly into the mattress, her chest heaving.
Silence. Then— A slow, dangerous chuckle. "Good boy," Mina purred, her fingers trailing lazily through your hair. "Now… let’s talk about your punishment for teasing me."
You scrambled back onto your knees, hands clasped in exaggerated supplication, eyes wide with theatrical remorse.
"Noona, please—I swear I’ll never edge you again! I’ll worship you like the goddess you are! I’ll—"
Mina’s fingertip pressed against your lips, silencing you mid-plea. Her other hand trailed down your chest, nails scraping lightly over your abs before wrapping around your throbbing cock in a grip that made your breath stutter.
"Cute," she murmured, her thumb swiping over your leaking tip, smearing pre-cum down your shaft. "But lies don’t suit you."
Her lips—those lips, the ones that drove ONCEs wild with every pout, every smirk—parted around a slow, taunting exhale, her breath ghosting over your wet skin. "M-Mina—"
"Ah-ah." Her tongue darted out, flicking the underside of your cockhead with infuriating lightness. "You don’t get to beg now."
Every nerve in your body screamed as she dragged her mouth lower, her lips brushing your balls before pulling away with a tch.
"So desperate," she mused, her fingers tightening just shy of painful. "All this mess… just for me?" You nodded frantically. Mina’s smirk was sin itself.
Her lips sealed around your tip, her tongue swirling in slow, torturous circles as she sucked just the barest inch of you into her mouth.
"Hhhngh—!" Your hips jerked instinctively, but her free hand slammed down on your thigh, pinning you in place.
"Mmhn~?" Her hum vibrated straight down your spine, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the taste of you—taunting, toying, giving you nothing but the barest hint of heat.
And when you whimpered? She pulled off with a filthy pop, her lips glistening. "Oops."
Mina’s lips were maddening—soft, slick, and just tight enough to make your cock twitch in her grip, but never enough to give you what you craved. Every time you teetered on the edge, her mouth would retreat with a cruel pop, her tongue flicking over your slit just to watch you squirm.
"N-Noona—" Your voice cracked, your fingers twisting in the sheets. "Please—fuck—"
"Please what?" She dragged her tongue up your shaft, her breath hot against your throbbing skin. "You want me to finish you?" Her teeth grazed your tip, just shy of pain. "After how you teased me?"
You groaned, your hips bucking involuntarily—but Mina’s hand pressed down on your stomach, holding you in place. "Uh-uh." Her smirk was wicked. "You stay."
She took you deep, her lips sealing around your cock in one smooth glide, her tongue pressing just right against the underside. Your back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as her head bobbed slowly, methodically, her fingers tightening around your base to deny you. "M-Mina—I can’t—"
She hummed, the vibrations shooting straight to your core, her pace agonizingly measured. You snapped.
One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her down until your cock hit the back of her throat—
GLRK~!
Mina’s eyes watered, her nose pressed flush against your stomach, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers dug into your thighs, her throat fluttering around you as you fucked into her mouth with ragged, desperate thrusts.
"F-fuck—sorry—" You panted, your grip loosening slightly—But Mina’s nails dug in, her gaze locking onto yours.
Don’t you dare stop.
So you didn’t. The wet schlck~ schlck~ of her lips, the choked gulp~ as she swallowed around you, the slap of skin against skin—it was filthy.
And it was heaven.
Mina’s moans vibrated through you, her lashes fluttering as she took every inch, her own pleasure written plainly in the way her thighs squeezed together.
You were so close—Then—She pulled off, her lips swollen, her chin glistening. "Not yet," she whispered, her thumb swiping over your leaking tip. "We’re not done."
The switch flipped in an instant—desperation overriding restraint, hunger eclipsing worship. Your fingers tangled deeper into Mina’s silken hair, guiding her back onto your cock with a guttural groan. “Take it,” you rasped, your hips rolling up to meet her lips. “All of it.”
Mina’s eyes flared—surprise, then challenge—before her lashes fluttered shut, her throat relaxing in surrender.
GLRK~!
The sound was filthy, her nose pressed flush against your pelvis as you bottomed out inside her mouth. Her lips stretched obscenely around your girth, spit pooling at the corners as you held her there, savoring the way her throat fluttered against your tip.
“F-fuck—” Your grip tightened, your thighs trembling as you dragged her back, then shoved in again—harder.
GULP~! SCHLORP~!
Mina’s fingers clawed at your thighs, her nails leaving half-moon indents, but she didn’t fight—just let you use her, her tongue lapping at your underside with every retreat.
“Look at you,” you panted, your voice rough with awe. “TWICE’s perfect princess—choking on my cock.” Her moan vibrated through you, her eyelids fluttering as drool dripped down her chin.
You fucked into her mouth with shallow, brutal thrusts, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Her throat clenched around you, her gag reflex overridden by sheer obedience, her tears smearing her mascara into dark streaks.
“Mina—” Your hips stuttered, your release coiling tight. “I’m gonna—fuck—”
She dug her nails in—hard. The slap of flesh, the gagged moans, the drip of spit onto her chest—it was too much.
You came with a snarl, your cock pulsing down her throat as she swallowed every drop, her lips sealed tight around you until you whimpered from oversensitivity.
Finally, she pulled off with a pop, her breath ragged, her lips ruined. “Good boy,” she croaked, her voice wrecked. And just like that—she was back in control.
The second you released her hair, Mina pounced—her knee slamming between your thighs, her palm flattening against your chest to pin you to the mattress. Her lips were swollen, her smudged mascara giving her a feral edge, but her eyes...
Her eyes burned with pure, unadulterated hunger. "You dared," she hissed, her nails scraping down your sternum. "You fucked my face like some animal."
Your breath hitched—part fear, part arousal—as she leaned in, her teeth grazing your jaw. "And now?" Her hand slipped between your legs, her fingers squeezing the base of your still-hard cock. "You’re going to repent."
Before you could utter a word, she spun, straddling your waist in one fluid motion—her back pressed to your chest, her ass grinding against your stomach. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her lace panties, yanking them down just enough to expose her drenched folds.
"You’ll take me like this," she commanded, her voice trembling with need. "No hands. No control. Just your cock buried inside me while I ride you like the brat you are."
Her hips lifted slightly, her free hand guiding your tip to her soaking entrance. "And Y/N?" She glanced over her shoulder, her smile dangerous. "You don’t get to come until I say so."
Then she sank down—
SCHLICK~
—taking every inch in one brutal slide, her walls clenching around you like a vise.
"F-FUCK—!" Your head slammed back into the pillows, your hips jerking up instinctively—
SMACK~!
Her palm cracked against your thigh. "Did I say you could move?"
You whined, your nails digging into the sheets. Mina laughed—a breathless, delighted sound—before rolling her hips in slow, agonizing circles, her inner walls milking you with every drag.
"Mmm... better," she purred, her ass pressing flush against your stomach. "Now watch—" Her fingers trailed down her own body, pinching her nipple through the lace of her bralette. "—as I ruin us both."
Mina’s back arched like a bowstring as she rolled her hips, her tight, dripping cunt stretching obscenely around your girth. The angle was brutal—her walls hugged every ridge, every vein, her inner muscles fluttering as she adjusted to the sheer size of you.
“Hah—!” Her breath hitched, her fingers digging into your thighs for balance as she lifted herself up—only to drop back down with a wet schlrrp~!
Your cock throbbed, your vision whiting out for a second at the sensation of her clenching around you. “F-fuck—Mina—”
“Quiet,” she panted, her voice trembling with exertion. “You don’t get to talk while I’m riding you.”
Her hips began to move in slow, grinding circles, the swollen head of your cock dragging against her sweet spot with every rotation.
Squelch~ Sqwelsh~
The lewd squelch of her arousal filled the room, her thighs trembling as she worked herself open on your length. Her lace bralette clung to her sweat-slicked skin, the fabric stretched taut over her bouncing tits as she chased her own pleasure.
You ached to touch her—to grip her waist, to help her move—but her earlier command burned in your mind.
Mina’s breath came in sharp, broken gasps as she bounced faster, her ass slapping against your thighs with every descent.
CLAP!—CLAP!—CLAP!
“Y-you feel that?” she moaned, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “How tight I am around you? How badly I’m milking your cock?”
You nodded frantically, your teeth sinking into your lower lip to stifle a groan.
Mina laughed—a breathless, wicked sound—before slamming down harder, her walls rippling around you in a way that made your toes curl.
“Good,” she purred. “Now remember it—because this is all you’re getting tonight.”
And with that, she leaned forward, her pace turning ruthless—her cunt squeezing you like a vice, her moans music to your ears.
You were so close—But her rule stood.
Mina’s thighs quaked as she rode you with desperate, uneven strokes—her earlier dominance fraying at the edges as her orgasm crested, her body burning with the need to break.
“Y-Y/N—!” Her voice was a wreck, her nails scoring your skin as she ground down, her swollen clit rubbing against your pelvis with every roll of her hips.
You ached to thrust up, to chase your own release—but you held still, your muscles trembling with restraint. “Please—” The word tore from her lips, raw and unfiltered, as her walls clenched around you in erratic pulses. “I—I can’t—!”
That was all the permission you needed.
Your hands—finally free—dug into her waist, yanking her down as you snapped your hips up, burying yourself to the hilt.
SCHLAP!—GLORP~!
Mina screamed, her back arching as her orgasm shattered through her—her cunt flooding around your cock, her thighs clamping around your sides as she shook apart.
“F-fuck—Mina—!” Your voice was strangled, your release coiling tight—
“Inside,” she gasped, her fingers fisting in your hair. “Fill me—now—!”
You obeyed. You pumped into her one last time—your cock pulsing as you emptied yourself deep into her clenching heat, ropes of cum spilling into her with every throb.
SPURT~ SPURT~
Mina whimpered, her body twitching as she milked you dry, her walls fluttering around your oversensitive length.
For a moment, there was only silence—the sound of ragged breathing, the drip of sweat onto the sheets, the stickiness between your bodies.
Then— Mina collapsed against your chest, her lips brushing your collarbone in a tired kiss. “...Good boy,” she murmured, her voice hoarse but satisfied
Mina’s fingers traced idle patterns on your sweat-slicked chest, her nails occasionally digging in just enough to remind you—she wasn’t done with you yet.
The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air still humming from the intensity of her climax, but her dark eyes held a chilling edge as they locked onto yours.
“So,” she began, her voice deceptively soft, “tell me again why you spent thirty minutes helping Sana with her dance steps yesterday?”
Your breath hitched. Oh. Oh fuck.
You’d thought she hadn’t noticed—or at least, hadn’t cared. But the way her thigh tensed against yours, the way her fingers twitched near your throat—
You’d fucked up.
“I—it was just practice,” you stammered, your pulse racing under her touch. “She asked for feedback, and I—”
“Feedback?” Mina’s laugh was icy, her knee pressing deliberately between your thighs. “Is that what we’re calling the way you stared at her ass in those shorts?”
Your mouth went dry. “N-no, Noona, I swear I wasn’t—”
“Liar.” Her hand slid down your stomach, her fingers wrapping around your half-hard cock with terrifying ease. “You think I didn’t see you? My sweet, obedient pet, drooling over another woman?”
Her grip tightened, her thumb swiping over your tip just hard enough to make you jolt. “M-Mina—”
“Quiet.” She leaned in, her lips brushing your ear. “You’re going to prove to me who you belong to. Every night. Until I believe you.”
Her teeth grazed your lobe—punishment and promise in one. “Starting now.”
The bottle of lube thumped against your chest, still cool from the air conditioning. Mina didn’t say a word—just arched a single, imperious brow before turning onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to you with a slow, deliberate sway of her hips.
You knew that ass. Worshipped that ass. The same one that had ONCEs screaming in fan calls, the same one that looked sinful in every stage outfit—tight, round, perfect. And now? Now it was yours, her cheeks spread just enough to reveal that tight, pink pucker, already glistening from the remnants of your earlier… attention.
Your cock twitched, still sensitive from your last orgasm, but you didn’t dare hesitate.
“N-Noona,” you stammered, fumbling with the cap of the lube. “You’re sure—?”
A smack echoed through the room—her palm cracking against her own ass cheek, leaving a faint red handprint in its wake. “Did I stutter?”
Message received.
You poured a generous amount onto your fingers, warming it between them before pressing gently against her hole. Mina hissed, her back arching, but she didn’t pull away—just pushed back, forcing your fingertip inside with a lewd pop~.
Tch—!
Her muscles clenched around you, burning hot and tight, and you had to bite back a groan.
“Fuck,” you breathed, working your finger in slow circles, feeling her flutter around you. “Noona, you’re—hnngh—so tight—”
“More,” she demanded, her voice strained. “Don’t coddle me.”
You obeyed, adding a second finger, scissoring her open with careful strokes. The squelch of lube, the way her body fought then yielded—it was maddening.
Mina’s breath came in sharp gasps, her fingers twisting in the sheets as you curled your fingers, searching—“Ah!” Her hips jerked, a shudder running through her. “T-there—!”
You grinned, hitting that spot again, ruthlessly, until her thighs trembled and her moans turned broken. “N-Noona,” you panted, crooking your fingers one last time before pulling them free with a wet sound. “You ready?”
Mina glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dark, her lips swollen from biting them. “Hurry up,” she ordered. “Before I change my mind.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. Lining yourself up, you pressed into her with a groan, her ass stretching around your cock in agonizing increments.
POP~ SCHLURK~
Mina choked, her nails scoring the sheets as you bottomed out, her walls clenching like a vice.
“F-fuck—!” you gasped, your vision whiting out for a second. “N-Noona, you’re—hnngh—killing me—”
“Good,” she panted, her voice shaking. “Now move.”
The moment your hips drew back, the schlorp~ of her overstretched rim clinging to your cock was obscenely loud—a wet, sticky protest as her body fought to keep you buried inside. Mina’s breath hitched, her fingers twisting into the sheets until her knuckles bleached white.
“Ngh—!”
You paused, your own thighs trembling from the effort of restraint. “Noona—?”
Her answer was a sharp snap of her hips backward, forcing you even deeper with a brutal glrk~ as her inner walls convulsed around your girth.
“Did I say stop?”
The challenge in her voice sent a jolt down your spine.
You obeyed.
Your next thrust was punishing, your pelvis meeting her ass with a smack~ that echoed off the walls. Mina’s back arched, her elbows buckling as her forehead pressed into the mattress, but she didn’t retreat—just took it, her body yielding to yours in a way that bordered on sacrilege.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The rhythm was filthy, each snap of your hips punctuated by the squelch~ of lube and the ragged hitch of her breath. Her hole, once impossibly tight, now gaped around you with every withdrawal, her rim flushed a deep pink from the abuse.
“Look,” you growled, your fingers digging into the supple flesh of her ass, spreading her wider. “Look how open you are for me.”
Mina whined, the sound muffled by the sheets, but she didn’t protest—just pushed back harder, her body demanding more.
You gave it to her.
Your pace turned feral, your cock spearing into her with reckless abandon, the slap of skin drowning out her choked moans. Her insides were scorching, her muscles fluttering in erratic spasms as you ruined her, your tip brushing that spot with every thrust.
“F-fuck—!” Her voice was a wreck, her thighs quaking as she neared her edge. “Y/N—I’m—!”
You dug your thumbs into her cheeks, spreading her apart as you pulled out slowly, watching in awe as her gaped hole clung to your shaft, her rim pulsing around nothing before you slammed back in.
SCHLAP!—GLORP~!
Mina screamed, her body bowing as her orgasm ripped through her—her ass clenching viciously around you, her walls milking your cock in desperate pulses.
But you held back, your own release coiling tight but denied—just as she’d wanted.
“N-Noona,” you panted, your voice raw. “You—fuck—you okay?”
Mina’s response was a weak laugh, her body collapsing onto the mattress.
“Again,” she whispered.
Mina’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you pounded into her with reckless abandon. Every snap of your hips sent her body lurching forward, only for her to push back against you with a desperate grind, her ass clenching around your cock like a vice.
“H-harder—” Her voice was a broken whimper, her thighs trembling as she arched her back, demanding more.
You obeyed.
Your hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips, your fingers bruising as you yanked her back onto your cock with a brutal thrust.
SMACK!—GLORP~!
Mina screamed, her nails scoring the mattress as her body jolted from the impact. Her rim, already stretched and flushed, gaped around your girth with every withdrawal, her hole pulsing as if begging for you to ruin her further.
“F-fuck—Noona—” Your voice was hoarse, your own thighs burning from the effort of keeping up with her relentless pace. “You’re—hnngh—killing me—”
“Good,” she hissed, her head turning just enough to glare at you over her shoulder. “You deserve it.”
Then—
Her hand shot back, her fingers digging into your thigh as she forced you to slow.
“But I decide how you take me,” she breathed, her voice dripping with dominance. “Understood?”
You nodded frantically, your cock throbbing inside her as she rolled her hips in slow, agonizing circles, her walls milking you with precision.
Squelch~ Sqwelsh~
The lewd sound of her dripping arousal mixed with the slick slide of your cock stretching her wide filled the room, her moans turning filthy as she tortured you both.
“M-Mina—”
“No,” she snapped, her fingers tightening around your thigh. “You don’t get to beg.”
Then—
She dropped forward onto her elbows, her ass rising higher, her gaped hole clenching around you as she glanced back with dark eyes.
“Fuck me like you mean it.”
And God help you—
You did.
Your hands gripped her waist, your hips snapping forward with brutal force, your cock spearing into her with punishing strokes.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
Mina’s screams were music, her body quaking as you ruined her, her gaped hole fluttering around your length with every thrust.
Mina’s body was a masterpiece of ruin—her ass jiggling with every brutal smack of your hips, her rim stretched obscenely around your cock, glistening with lube and the faint sheen of sweat. The clench of her muscles was vicious, her inner walls rippling in sinful waves as she controlled the pace with nothing but the roll of her hips and the squeeze of her thighs.
"Slower," she hissed, her voice a whip-crack of command, her fingers digging into the sheets as she arched her back, forcing you to still.
You groaned, your cock twitching inside her as she tensed around you, her hole fluttering like a heartbeat.
"N-Noona—"
"Look," she breathed, her hand sliding back to spread herself wider, her thumb pressing against her own stretched rim. "Look what you do to me."
Fuck.
Her asshole was puffy, reddened from the relentless pounding, the tight ring of muscle gaping slightly as you pulled back, her insides glistening with lube and the faint drip of her own arousal. The sight alone was maddening—her ruin, her surrender, all under her command.
"You like this?" she taunted, her voice thick with power, her hips grinding in a slow, cruel circle. "Being used like this? Filling me up until I decide you can cum?"
Your whimper was answer enough.
Mina laughed—a dark, delighted sound—before slamming herself back onto you with a drawn moan.
SCHLAP!—GLORP~!
The wet squelch of her stretched hole taking every inch of you was filthy, her body yielding and resisting in equal measure as she rode you with punishing precision.
"Mine," she growled, her nails scoring your thigh as she pushed you deeper, her grip on your cock unrelenting. "Every fucking thrust—mine."
And God—
You obeyed.
Your hands gripped her waist, your hips snapping up to meet her brutal pace, your cock spearing into her clenching heat with desperate strokes.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Mina’s moans were broken, her body quivering as she chased her own pleasure, her control slipping with every jolt of your cock against her walls.
Mina's breath came in sharp, fractured gasps—each ragged inhale hitching as your cock stretched her ass wider, deeper, carving a place inside her that no one else had ever touched. Her thighs trembled violently, sweat-slicked and trembling, as her body fought the pleasure, then surrendered to it with a choked whimper.
"Y-Y/N—!"
Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her spine arching as her orgasm loomed, an avalanche of sensation crashing through her with every brutal thrust.
"N-No—wait—!"
But you didn't stop.
Couldn't stop.
Your hands dug into her hips, forcing her back onto your cock with punishing precision, the slap of skin drowning out her broken pleas.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
Mina's body locked—her ass clenching around you like a vise, her muscles fluttering in erratic spasms as her climax tore through her without mercy.
"F-FUCK—!"
Her scream was raw, unfiltered, her back arching off the bed as her body betrayed her—her thighs soaking the sheets beneath her, her cunt pulsing around nothing as she squirted in ragged, uncontrollable bursts.
SPLOOSH~! SPLATTER~!
The sound was filthy, her release gushing in sticky waves, her hole milking your cock with desperate greed even as she shook apart beneath you.
And still—
You fucked her through it.
Each jerk of your hips dragged another scream from her throat, her orgasm rippling endlessly as her body surrendered to the relentless invasion.
"S-stop—I c-can't—!" Her voice was a wreck, her thighs quivering as she collapsed forward, her face pressed into the mattress.
But her ass—God, her ass—
It held you like a claim, her rim fluttering around your shaft as if begging you to stay.
So you did.
Your pace slowed, but never stopped, your cock grinding into her with lethal precision until her moans dissolved into whimpers, her body limp beneath yours.
Only then—
Only then—
Did you finally still.
Mina breathed—a shaky, shattered exhale—before her fingers twitched weakly against the sheets.
"...Bastard," she whispered, her voice hoarse but satisfied.
Mina's thighs were still trembling from her explosive climax when she suddenly rolled onto her back, her dark eyes glazed yet commanding. Her fingers—still slick with sweat and lube—wrapped around the base of your cock in a vice-like grip, yanking you from her ruined ass with a wet schlorp~ that made you whimper.
"You've been good," she murmured, her voice hoarse but dripping with authority. "So I'll let you finish... my way."
Before you could process her words, her other hand fisted in your hair, dragging you down until your throbbing cock hovered just above her parted lips. Her breath—hot and uneven—fanned over your sensitive tip, her tongue darting out to flick at the precum beading there.
"N-Noona—"
"Quiet," she ordered, her nails digging into your scalp. "You don't get to speak when I'm about to taste your filth."
Then—
She opened wider, her lips sealing around your cockhead in one smooth motion, her tongue lapping at the underside with lethal precision.
GLRK~
You jolted, your hips bucking instinctively, but her grip on your hair tightened, forcing you still as she took you deeper, her throat fluttering around your length.
"M-Mpfh~!" Her nose wrinkled slightly at the taste—musky, bitter, hers—but she didn't pull away. Instead, her free hand cupped your balls, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.
"Cum," she demanded, her voice vibrating around your cock. "Half in my mouth... half on my face."
Fuck.
You obeyed.
With a guttural groan, you pumped into her mouth, your release surging in thick, pulsing ropes as she swallowed the first few spurts with greedy gulps.
GULP~ GULP~
But then—
Just as commanded—
You pulled back, your cock slapping against her cheek as the remaining load splattered across her face in glorious streaks—her forehead, her nose, her swollen lips.
SPLAT~ SPLURT~
Mina's eyes fluttered shut, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop as it dripped down her chin.
"Messy boy," she chided, her voice thick with your cum. "But... good."
Then—
With a wicked smirk—
She licked her lips clean.
You collapsed onto the mattress, your body wrecked, your soul hollowed out by Mina’s relentless dominance. Your arms splayed out like a sinner begging for absolution, your chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven gasps.
"Dear God," you whispered into the ceiling, your voice hoarse. "If you get me through tonight without Mina murdering me, I swear I’ll never even glance at another woman. Not Sana’s hips, not Tzuyu’s legs, not even Jeongyeon’s stupidly attractive tomboy swagger—nothing. Just… please."
A soft click of the tongue cut through your prayer.
"Talking to God instead of me?"
Mina’s voice was lighter now—sweet, almost playful—but the threat still lingered beneath. You turned your head just enough to see her standing at the foot of the bed, a damp towel in hand, her face now meticulously cleaned of your earlier… offering.
She looked angelic.
Which was terrifying.
"N-Noona, I was just—"
"Hush." She climbed onto the bed, her movements graceful as ever, before dropping the towel onto your chest with a pat. "Clean yourself up. You’re sticky."
You obeyed immediately, wiping away the remnants of sweat, lube, and other things with trembling hands. Mina watched you, her dark eyes unreadable, until finally—
She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she crawled forward and collapsed onto your chest, her cheek pressing against your rapidly beating heart.
"...Idiot."
The word was soft, fond, her fingers tracing idle circles on your stomach.
You blinked.
"N-Noona…?"
"You do know I don’t actually think you’d cheat on me, right?" She tilted her head up, her nose scrunching in that adorable way that made your chest ache. "I just like reminding you who you belong to."
Your breath hitched.
"O-Oh."
"But," she continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "if you ever stare at Sana’s ass like that again, I will lock you in this bedroom and ride you until you forget your own name."
A beat.
"...Can I get that in writing?"
Mina pinched your side—hard—before burying her face in your neck with a grumbling laugh.
"Go to sleep, you pervert."
You let out an exasperated sigh, fingers threading through Mina’s hair as she nuzzled against your chest. The scent of her shampoo—something floral and expensive—mixed with the musk of sweat and sex still clinging to both of you.
“Noona,” you started, voice tinged with playful indignation, “I literally just adjusted Tzuyu’s dress strap today because it was slipping. And I held Sana’s jacket for three seconds while she fixed her in-ear. That’s it.”
Mina’s fingers, which had been tracing lazy patterns on your stomach, dug in slightly—just enough to make you jolt.
“Exactly,” she murmured, her voice a low, honeyed threat. “Your hands should be busy—just not with them.”
You groaned, tilting your head back against the pillow. “I was working—”
“And now,” she interrupted, propping herself up on one elbow to glare down at you, “you’re mine.”
Her free hand trailed down your chest, her nails scraping lightly over your skin before her fingers wrapped around your half-hard cock with terrifying ease.
You jolted, your hips twitching instinctively.
“N-Noona—!”
“After shoots,” she continued, her grip tightening just so, “your first priority is me. Not Jihyo’s mic check. Not Dahyun’s missing shoe. Not even God if He showed up asking for a fitting.”
Her thumb swiped over your tip, smearing the bead of precum that had already gathered there.
“Understood?”
Your breath hitched, your body burning under her touch despite the exhaustion weighing your limbs down.
“Y-Yes, Noona,” you stammered, your voice raw.
Mina hummed, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk before she released you, patting your thigh like you were a well-trained pet.
“Good.”
Then—
She collapsed back onto your chest, her fingers lacing with yours as she snuggled closer.
“Now sleep,” she ordered, her voice soft but final. “You’ll need your energy for tomorrow.”
And God help you—
You shivered, pulling her closer as your eyes fluttered shut.
Worth it.
Your fingers stilled in Mina’s hair, curiosity prickling at the back of your sleep-deprived mind. "Noona… what’s the plan for tomorrow?" you mumbled against her forehead, lips brushing her skin.
Mina’s lashes fluttered open, revealing those dark, dangerous eyes that always saw too much. A smirk curled at the corner of her swollen lips.
"‘Talk That Talk’ jacket shoot," she purred, her nails digging possessively into your hip. "Fishnet stockings. Corsets. Thigh-highs."
Your throat went dry.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
You’d seen the wardrobe previews. The stylists had outdone themselves this time—sinful lace, skimpy cutouts, outfits designed to make ONCEs lose their minds. And now you had to stand there, professional, while Mina—
"You’ll be good, won’t you?" Her voice was sweet, but her fingers traced your jawline with the threat of a guillotine. "No staring at Chaeyoung’s corset. No fixing Momo’s garter belt too slowly."
You swallowed hard.
"I—I’m working, Noona—"
"Exactly," she interrupted, her knee pressing between your thighs with lethal precision. "And if I catch you looking anywhere but my face during close-ups?"
Her free hand slid down your stomach, her fingers brushing over the sensitive skin just below your navel.
"I’ll ruin you in the dressing room," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "And this time? No one will hear you beg."
A shiver tore down your spine.
"Y-Yes, Noona," you choked out.
Mina hummed, satisfied, before nestling back into your chest.
"Good boy."
And as you lied there, staring at the ceiling, one thought circled your mind like a vulture—
You were so, so fucked tomorrow.
You knew better than to let Mina’s threat linger. With a slow, deliberate movement, you tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Her breath hitched—just slightly—before she melted against you, her fingers loosening their death grip on your hip.
"Mmhn~..." she murmured against your mouth, her lashes fluttering. "Cheap tactics."
You didn’t stop.
Your lips trailed down her jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot beneath her ear—the one that always made her shiver.
"Not cheap," you corrected, your voice a rough whisper. "Strategic."
Mina huffed, but her body arched into your touch, her earlier dominance wavering under the persistent press of your mouth.
"You think this’ll save you tomorrow?" she breathed, her nails scraping down your chest.
You grinned, kissing her again—deeper this time, your tongue swiping at her lower lip until she moaned into your mouth.
"Worth a shot," you mumbled, your hands squeezing her waist.
Mina sighed, her body sinking into yours with resigned pleasure.
"...Fine," she grumbled, her voice laced with fond irritation. "But if you breathe too long near Sana’s corset, I’m tying you to my dressing room chair."
You chuckled, pressing one last kiss to her forehead.
"Noted."
And as she snuggled closer, her breaths evening out against your skin, you smiled into the dark.
"Ambitious Sell-Out" [+18] | Knight's Smutrathon Special - DAY 12
ft. TWICE's Chou Tzuyu (x Male Reader and 7 Male OCs)
WORD COUNT: 2524
REQUESTED BY: @flux1563
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DESCRIPTION: Chou Tzuyu simply had enough of the underwhelming job her company does where her solo debut became one of its victims, that's why when she took a call that will guarantee her more achievements for her first comeback and heard it'll be requiring her dirty little secret; she didn't hesitate to answer.
=== START ===
Tzuyu attended a meeting with the creative team from Division 3, the unit overseeing TWICE’s projects under JYPE. The agenda focused on plans for her first comeback and second mini-album, scheduled for release in 2026. She could hardly contain her excitement when she learned that the team’s vision was to make her the first TWICE member to collaborate with another artist for the title track.
The man was actually referring to the research he did on Tzuyu not on her entire career so far but instead, through the lewd and nsfw shots of her taken by the public posted in the darkest side of the internet. His screen was scattered by pictures and videos of Tzuyu with her perfect thighs, butt, and boobs as the highlight.
It was a fresh approach — though not entirely unfamiliar. TWICE had previously worked with Megan Thee Stallion on Strategy, but this time the collaboration would spotlight Tzuyu alone. The concept was to mirror that kind of global partnership for solo artists as well, and, just like before, the featured collaborator would be an international act.
Tzuyu fully embraced the idea, especially after discovering that her potential partner was a male artist — highly respected in the indie scene, yet still somewhat underrated. He seemed like the perfect match: someone whose unique style could complement hers while gaining broader recognition through the exposure to ONCEs and the global audience. With the proposal agreed upon internally, all that remained was to secure confirmation from the other artist’s side.
The next day, Division 3 reached out to the management of the foreign artist regarding the proposed collaboration. They introduced Tzuyu as a rising K-Pop soloist under JYPE and presented their reasons for choosing this particular artist. The management seemed impressed but explained that the proposal would need to be reviewed by their investors before any confirmation could be made.
Three days later, the division received a call from the same team. This time, they requested to speak with Tzuyu privately. Curious and hopeful, she agreed.
“Miss Tzuyu,” the voice on the other end began, polite but formal, “thank you for your patience. We had to conduct some background research first, and it’s clear you’re quite an accomplished artist — a member of TWICE, no less.”
“Yes, that’s correct,” Tzuyu replied warmly. “And I completely understand. It’s only natural to do a background check before committing to a collaboration.”
“Indeed,” the man said, his tone softening. “We appreciate your professionalism. I’m happy to tell you that our team is very interested in this partnership.”
Tzuyu smiled, relieved. “That’s wonderful news! I’m really looking forward to working together.”
The man hesitated. “However, there’s a condition our investors want to discuss. It’s a bit… unconventional, which is why I wanted to speak with you personally.”
Tzuyu’s excitement dimmed slightly. “I see. What kind of condition?”
“Tzuyu, while you show your talent with him, the producers or whatever you two will be with during the preparation of your album, I want you to entertain my own team as well… but it’ll be your body to use.” Tzuyu’s eyes blinked puzzledly. “The project is set unless you become our personal slut. You can do as many promotions, advertisements, more reaches, say it all and the money will be sent.”
One hand is on the phone while the other is being used to jerk his cock watching a slow-mo clip of her performance in Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show where her push-up bra did a magnificent job presenting her perky tits bouncing in every movement. His team is with him right now also in the same room, masturbating on their own device with their personal favorite Tzuyu fap item.
To their surprise where their expectation is contrast to Tzuyu’s initial response, she chuckled instead after hearing their arranged deal. The man stopped stroking his dick hearing her laugh in confusion. “How is she taking it?” His fellow businessman asked few seconds before he cums on the tissue laid on his lap.
“I don’t know, she laughed?”
“What?” The other man said. “I know its a pathetic offer but that’s still kinda offensive how she sees it as a joke.”
“Yeah if miraculously she could accept, I will literally break that fine shit.”
“O-okay? I will do everything for the success of my next solo and I think I can handle it so… yes, I’ll do it.”
“WAIT SHUT THE FUCK UP!” The lead investor paused his friend in a loud whisper, leaning the phone away from him after Tzuyu gave her answer. “She said yes!”
“Huh?! That quick? Oh, well. I guess I’m doing it then.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I-I’m not new with cocks in my pussy since I have some toys here that accompany me but, I’m willing to try some real ones.” Tzuyu was slightly shy to admit to it. Her actual reason is because she’s aware of one thing that her company constantly lacks about: and that is everything that guy mentioned. She still blames the company for not getting any wins for her solo album last year due to the limitations and lack of effort in return.
“Well, that’s great to know… and unexpected. I’ll relay your response to the other investors. Okay, I’ll give you the time and place to meet us.”
“Noted that.”
“Alright, congratulations again Tzuyu and we’ll do our best to make your comeback a huge success.”
“Thank you so much! I’m so excited for it!” As the call ended, Tzuyu tensed a little both in anticipation and curiosity, wondering how far this new project of her will go by multitasking for the sake of a well-deserved recognition.
The next week, Tzuyu was told that the songwriters that are tasked to do some of her songs in the album officially began their drafts. That was a signal for the start of her album’s creation, which means that it is also time for her to fulfill her words to do her role as well.
She arrived in a yacht where the guards allowed her to enter after confirming her name. Upon entering, she was met by the man who is the lead investor she talked on the phone last time. “Glad to see you here, Tzuyu. Thank you again for accepting without any hesitation. Are you ready to have fun?”
She nodded and smiled sheepishly. The man then led her to a door of a room where as they stepped in, Tzuyu was greeted by 4 other men already naked, sitting in their own chair. Their cocks were long and thick, dangling on their crotch before they pointed at her presence.
Tzuyu can observe how they’re also excited for this to begin with. She gasped at the variety of each. She knows that there’s gonna be a full gangbang in works, she has never taken multiple cock at the same time, but Tzuyu knows this is gonna be a hell of a new experience to explore.
Her speechless state was used as a chance for the man to undress Tzuyu’s outfit. Her gray fitted shirt was lifted above her head and the sweatpants dropped down on the ankle. The men’s sharp lusting gazes went auto-focus on Tzuyu standing in the center for them, looking appetizing at her set of cream-colored bra and panties.
“Our personal slut is now here. Gentlemen, feel free to proceed using her.”
All men stood up and surrounded the young stunning Taiwanese K-Pop idol still unmoved as she waited for their attention. They didn’t hesitated for a hands-on inspection, roaming their hands around in every inch of her body. Some already taken possession of her face, forcefully kissing her and licking her cheeks.
The lead investor unclipped her bra, her bare chest is now served. The man who is beneath her took the initiative to dispatch her undies to reveal her little pussy afterwards. To not make themselves struggle enjoying her phenomenal body, they arranged the table in the room and made Tzuyu lay there like a feast for dinner.
“God, look at how perfect you are. Innocent face yet bearing a sexy body no man could resist.” The man who is standing on the level of her head cupped her face and stared at her visuals.
“I bet when they see you, not a thought would cross their minds as well that you’re actually a slut who easily says yes when she knows she’s getting cocks, aren’t you?” The man said, kneading her breasts as he also stared at Tzuyu.
“N-no. They have no clue at all.”
“You can have the freedom to drop that act with us. Girls at your age really has very active hormones, pretending not to be desperate for their pussy to be fucked, and you’re not an exception. Much better, you can get them all you can have with this body. Such a waste to be only spectated while you perform or attend some fancy events. ” The third man caressed her skin from waist down to her legs.
“Yes, i-it gets boring and disappointing sometimes. Please give them to me, I’m begging. I can take it!.”
“Sure you do, sweetheart. That’s why we believe in you! We’ll fuck you whenever you want, however you want, and wherever we want!.” Her pussy got poked and flicked by the 4th man.
“Ngghh I would love that. Use my holes, all at once, I don’t care!” She whined.
“Ohohoho, we definitely are. You’ll help us breed your fertile womb, drain our cum in your holes, and make you beg for more until you can't. Although, a natural cockslut never says never, right?”
To prove his point, Tzuyu grabbed the first man’s cock standing near her head and took it to her mouth. Her hands were then brought to two cock belonging to rich men on each sides of her while the remaining two took in-charge of her bottom.
A cock inserted to her pussy, her walls expanding across the limit of what her her toys can do to her. Her toes were coated by saliva, using it as a lube to have them stroke the fifth man’s cock. Every part of her body were given a solution to have their own purpose of satisfying their sexual needs.
Tzuyu’s blowjob went fast, and so does her pumps on the two other. As her pussy gets fucked hard, her body went shaking on the table, tits bouncing that effectively attracts the perverted men to feel how perky they are. Her nipples didn’t just got pinched for how stiff they are, they also latched their mouths to taste the needy buds.
Tzuyu received her first cum of the night from the one he’s blowing: the lead investor stuffing her mouth. The two on her hands also erupted their load on her skin, white slime forming a puddle on her midsection. Her pussy milked the fourth cock, kickstarting the breeding agenda by pushing the cum deep into her womb. Her slimy feet also made the fifth ejaculate to it.
Tzuyu is well-aware that these sex-craved men aren’t done and has lots in store for her. She is gonna stay here for an all-nighter sex with them, and hopefully her collaborator and the producers won’t noticed how drained she will be tomorrow. Stained and stuffed with cum, that’s just less than a half of what she’ll receive.
Her nude body was shifted for a new position they can think of. She was bred in double penetration and handjobs on a single doggystyle, spooning while sandwiched to two men ramming her pussy and ass simultaneously, a five-round thighjob as appreciation as well for the most famous part that fans always admire about her body.
The yacht was slightly rocking at how these men were fucking Tzuyu in full might. Not just in the room, Tzuyu’s holes never left their cocks around the yacht as she was taken around. Even the guards and the operator got a taste of the Taiwanese cuisine chosen to be devoured by the investors.
Tzuyu was fucked by the operator in a reverse sitting with her legs vertically raised on the driver’s seat while the investors rest to regain their energy. Her ass went red both from the spanks and the intensity of the two guards alternating it to use. She was never given a break, she literally went there to become a slut and now they making her act in accordance.
Her arms were hooked around the metal bars of the barricade on the second level of the yacht. Tzuyu was both shivering in cold air striking her skin and the pleasure she’s getting from having carried while she gets fucked. Even the floor of every area they place themselves for sex, had traces of cum from both Tzuyu and the men she gets paired with, playing her pussy to test how much of a squirter she is through their own techniques.
The sunrise came, Tzuyu’s eyes were almost droopy as she was about to leave this freakish reality. She gets railed from behind in a full nelson by the lead investor while the others were with them, awe-strucked at the gorgeous morning that’s about to grace this brand new day with their personal slut. As the sun came in full display, the man grunted his final load into Tzuyu’s depraved cunt.
“I’ll bring back her inside. Prepare some breakfast on me.”
Tzuyu collapsed on his arms, they all clapped as she finished her 8-hour session with them. Legs weakened, heavily breathing, Tzuyu’s fluttering eyes caught a glimpse of the men’s grin around the bright scenery of the ocean.
“You did it, Tzuyu. Very impressive of a first day, we’ll make sure your hardwork pays off by the end of this.” The lead investor whispered on her ear before Tzuyu fell asleep.
“What do you want, YN?”
“The usual.” You said before carrying Tzuyu downstairs and lay her on the bed, covering her with the sheets.
Few hours later, it was almost noon that Tzuyu woke up. This time, she found the men around her in their sleep. The yacht was now parked at the shore.
As she dressed up to her clothes, she saw you waking up as well. “You’re leaving now, I see.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thanks again for today. I’m also sorry if we kinda exceeded our night that long. We sure still have to take care of you, you’ll be needed it once the recording and the rehearsals began.” You bowed your head to her.
“I appreciate the concern, sir. But like I said, I know how much I can take it.” She assured. “I… had fun.”
“Glad you do. If that’s how tough you are then I understand.” You patted her cheek. “See you next time, my superstar slut.” Your thumb then slid into her lips open for Tzuyu to suck.
With a loud pop, Tzuyu smirked seductively at you. She saw how hard you are again. It will be great to blow you again but contemplating, it’ll be better to let you save more cum for her instead.
“I’m one call away, daddy.” She gestured before exiting the yacht to go home.
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The donkey boiler hummed behind Tzuyu’s knees, its rhythmic clatter drowning out the distant chatter of Seoul traffic. She traced a finger over the crumpled invitation on her lap, its embossed lettering catching the fluorescent light of the cramped practice room. "Unnie," she said, voice slicing through Momo’s stretching grunts. "Are we really performing at Victoria’s Secret?"
Jihyo paused mid-squat, sweat glistening on her forehead. She snatched a towel, avoiding Tzuyu’s gaze. "Only four spots." The words hung heavy, unspoken implications tightening the air. Nayeon stopped fiddling with her phone, her reflection in the mirror sharp with curiosity.
Tzuyu’s thumb brushed the invitation’s edge. Her boyfriend’s face flashed in her mind—his laugh when she’d tripped during rehearsal last week. This performance wasn’t just glitter and wings; it was a secret weapon. She pictured his stunned smile when she’d stride out in sequins, then later, the Victoria’s Secret bikini tucked in her drawer.
The manager’s footsteps echoed down the hall before he entered, clipboard in hand. "Decision’s made," he announced, eyes scanning Jihyo’s defiant posture, Momo’s toned shoulders, Nayeon’s pout, Tzuyu’s hopeful stillness. "Jihyo, Momo, Nayeon, Tzuyu. Fittings start Thursday." Tzuyu’s breath escaped in a soft rush. Momo grinned, cracking her knuckles. Nayeon squealed, already reaching for her phone. Jihyo just nodded, towel crumpled in her fist.
Later, Tzuyu’s apartment smelled faintly of takeout kimchi and sex. Her boyfriend traced lazy circles on her bare shoulder, the sheets tangled low on his hips. Tzuyu nestled deeper into the warmth of his chest, sticky and spent, the quiet hum of Seoul filtering through the blinds. His hand drifted lower, fingers brushing the damp mess cooling between her thighs. She caught his wrist gently. "Oppa," she murmured, voice thick with fatigue and affection. "I have work in America... October 15th."
His fingers stilled. "America?" He shifted, propping himself up on an elbow. The soft light caught the confusion in his eyes. "What kind of work?" Tzuyu kept her gaze fixed on the ceiling, the intimacy suddenly fragile. "A performance," she whispered, the enormity of the Victoria’s Secret secret pressing down on her tongue. "A big one." His silence stretched, heavy with unasked questions. She felt the warmth of his skin pull away slightly, replaced by a cool draft against her side.
"It’s... fashion," Tzuyu offered weakly, scrambling for a truth that wasn’t *the* truth. Her hand found his forearm, squeezing gently. "I promise you will like it," she murmured, turning her head to meet his eyes. A hesitant smile touched her lips. "But I can't tell you. I want to surprise you." The plea hung in the air – *trust me*. His brow furrowed, a flicker of hurt quickly masked by curiosity. He studied her face, searching for clues in the flush still high on her cheeks. "A surprise?" he echoed, his voice low.
He understood the secrecy; idols lived behind NDAs thicker than stage makeup. He’d seen her in everything from schoolgirl uniforms to shimmering crop tops on music shows. This felt different, though. The sudden trip, the hushed intensity in her voice, the way her gaze darted away. He traced the curve of her collarbone with a single fingertip. "Okay," he conceded slowly, pulling her closer again, the warmth returning tentatively. "A fashion surprise in America." A playful skepticism tinged his words.
His lips brushed her temple, then trailed down to her ear. His voice dropped, rough and intimate against her skin. "Before you go… let’s fuck until we drop." The bluntness sent a jolt through her, familiar heat pooling low in her belly. He knew how to chase away doubts, replacing them with pure sensation.
Tzuyu turned fully towards him, her eyes dark and direct in the dim light. Her hand slid possessively down his chest, nails grazing lightly over skin still damp from earlier exertion. "You don't have to ask," she murmured, her voice a low thrum that vibrated against him. "I was going to do that with you anyway." A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips. "This time," she breathed, her fingers tightening on his hip, pulling him against her, "you can ejaculate inside me until I'm full." Her gaze locked onto his, unwavering, commanding. "I'll be your slut tonight. Use me however you want."
He didn't hesitate. His hands gripped her hips, flipping her onto her stomach with a swift, practiced motion. Her breath caught sharply as her cheek pressed into the pillow, her body arching instinctively. The sudden shift left her exposed, vulnerable. His palm slid firmly down the curve of her spine, tracing the dip of her waist before settling possessively on the swell of her ass. He pulled her hips back towards him, angling her perfectly. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance, already swollen and sensitive from their previous coupling. A low groan escaped him as he pushed forward, sinking into her tight heat in one deep, deliberate stroke. The sudden, overwhelming fullness made Tzuyu gasp, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her.
His hand lifted, hovering for a heartbeat above the flushed skin of her buttock. Then it came down hard – a sharp, stinging crack that echoed in the quiet room. Tzuyu cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound that wasn't pain alone. It was surprise, surrender, an electric jolt straight to her core. "Again," she gasped, her voice thick and ragged, muffled slightly by the pillow. "Give me that slap." She pushed her hips back further, inviting him deeper, demanding more. "Harder." The command was clear, edged with a raw need that surprised even her.
He obliged instantly. Another sharp smack landed on the other cheek, the sound louder this time, the sting blooming hotter. Her body jerked against him, but she held her position, pushing back against the force, driving him impossibly deeper inside her. "Yes!" she moaned, the word drawn out into a shuddering sigh. "Fucking harder! Use it!" Each slap punctuated his thrusts, the sharp pain amplifying the deep, rhythmic pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within her. Her words tumbled out, unfiltered, hungry: "Mark me... make me feel it tomorrow... show me who I belong to tonight." Her voice wasn't coy or playful; it was primal, demanding, a stark contrast to the idol persona locked away outside these walls.
"You are a slut, Tzuyu," he growled, his breath hot against her shoulder blade, his hips pistoning relentlessly. His fingers dug into the flesh he’d just struck, possessive and bruising. "My slut. Only mine." The degradation wasn't cruel; it was a fierce claim, a dark mirror to her own surrender. It stripped away everything but the raw, consuming connection between them.
"Yours!" she gasped, turning her head sideways against the pillow, her cheek pressing into the damp cotton. Her eyes met his reflection in the dark window pane – wild, desperate. "Only yours, Oppa! Fuck... you feel so good... so thick... stretching me..." The dirty talk flowed freely now, crude and explicit, each filthy syllable feeding the fire. "Your cock's perfect... filling me up... wrecking me..." She arched her spine further, presenting herself completely, inviting the relentless pounding. "Make me scream... make me come... just... fuck..."
He groaned, a low rumble vibrating through her body. "So fucking tight," he praised, the words rough with exertion and awe. His hand slid from her hip, fingers tangling roughly in her hair, pulling her head back sharply. "Take it all, slut. Take every fucking inch." The rhythm became punishing, each deep drive accompanied by the wet slap of skin. He watched her face contort in the dim reflection – eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent cry before another choked moan escaped. "That's it," he rasped, his own control fraying. "Beg for it. Beg for my cum." Tzuyu didn't hesitate. "Please!" she cried out, her voice cracking. "Inside... fill me... breed me... please!" The plea tore from her throat, raw and absolute, shattering the last vestiges of restraint. His grip tightened, his thrusts lost their rhythm, becoming frantic, urgent jerks. A guttural roar tore from him as he slammed home one final time, burying himself to the hilt, his body shuddering violently against hers as he emptied himself deep inside her trembling body. Tzuyu convulsed beneath him, her own climax crashing over her in blinding waves, muffled cries escaping into the pillow as she clenched around him, milking every last pulse.
He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, both panting, slick skin pressed together. Then, without pulling out, he hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her effortlessly. Tzuyu gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively as he carried her, still impaled, towards the large window overlooking the sleeping city. He pressed her back against the cool glass, the condensation forming instantly against her heated skin. "Look," he commanded, his voice thick and possessive. "Look at Seoul. Everyone asleep... everyone oblivious." He began moving again, slow, deep rolls of his hips that made her gasp against the pane. "But you," he murmured, biting her earlobe, "you're wide awake. Taking my cock against the glass like the perfect little slut you are." The vulnerability, the exposure despite the darkness outside, sent a fresh jolt of heat through her. She arched into him, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes," she hissed, watching their blurred reflection move against the city lights. "Fuck your slut against the window... show everyone..." Her words dissolved into a moan as he drove deeper, the glass vibrating faintly with each thrust.
Later, sweat cooling on their skin, he lay back against the pillows. Tzuyu straddled him, her silhouette stark in the dim light filtering through the blinds. She lowered herself slowly, taking him inch by inch, her eyes locked on his. Her movements were deliberate, powerful – a slow grind punctuated by sharp lifts and drops that drew ragged groans from him. "Ride me," he growled, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her rhythm. "Show me how much you need it." Tzuyu threw her head back, a low hum building in her throat as she moved, her body a fluid wave above him. "So good," she breathed, her voice husky with exertion and pleasure. "So deep... filling me again..." She leaned forward, planting her hands on his chest, her hair falling around her face. "Tell me," she demanded, increasing her pace, driving down hard. "Tell me how good your slut feels." He groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Perfect," he gasped. "Champion fucking rider... taking every inch like you were made for it." The praise, raw and sincere amidst the filth, ignited her. She rode him harder, faster, chasing her own peak with fierce determination, her cries sharpening until she shuddered violently, collapsing forward onto his chest as her climax ripped through her.
He rolled her onto her side, facing him, tangling their legs together. One hand slid beneath her thigh, lifting it high over his hip, opening her completely as he pressed back inside. The angle was intimate, invasive, his thrusts deep and slow, grinding against her core. Tzuyu gasped, her fingers clutching his shoulders. "Oh god... right there..." she whimpered, her eyes wide, vulnerable. He kissed her fiercely, swallowing her moans. "Look at me," he commanded against her lips. "Look at me while I fuck you." Her gaze locked onto his, dark and desperate. He moved with deliberate intensity, each stroke hitting a spot that made her toes curl. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with affection layered over possession. "Taking it so deep... so perfect for me." Tzuyu arched into him, her nails scraping down his back. "Yours," she gasped, the word breaking on a sob. "Always yours... fuck me... claim me..." He buried his face in her neck, his thrusts becoming urgent, possessive. "My perfect slut," he breathed into her skin. "Mine to fill... mine to ruin..."
He pulled her upright onto her knees, her back pressed flush against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, one hand sliding down to cup her mound, fingers finding her clit instantly. Tzuyu cried out, arching back against him as he entered her from behind again, his cock driving deep while his fingers worked her sensitive flesh. The dual sensation was overwhelming, dizzying. "Fuck... fuck..." she chanted, her head lolling back onto his shoulder. His lips traced the shell of her ear. "Feel that?" he growled, his hips snapping forward, driving into her relentlessly while his fingers circled and pressed. "Feel how deep I am? How hard you're coming for me?" Tzuyu could only nod frantically, her body trembling, suspended on the edge. "Yes!" she managed, her voice a ragged scream. "So deep... so full... don't stop! Make me come!" His fingers intensified their pressure, his thrusts became brutal, piston-like. "Come for me, slut," he commanded, biting her shoulder. "Scream my name... let Seoul hear who owns this cunt." The command, the sheer intensity, shattered her. Tzuyu convulsed violently against him, a raw, guttural cry tearing from her throat as her climax crashed over her, wave after wave, her inner muscles clamping down on him in frantic pulses.
Exhaustion hit Tzuyu like a physical blow. She slumped forward onto the mattress, her breath ragged and shallow, lungs burning. Sweat plastered strands of hair to her forehead and neck, cooling rapidly on her overheated skin. Every inch of her felt tenderized, marked – deep red handprints bloomed across her buttocks and thighs, a constellation of purple-red kiss marks covered her shoulders, neck, and breasts. Her pussy throbbed, swollen and vividly red, slick with a mixture of her own arousal and his spent cum, which seeped out onto the sheets beneath her. Her muscles trembled with residual aftershocks, utterly spent. Behind her, her boyfriend collapsed heavily onto the bed, pulling her limp body back against his chest. His arms encircled her waist, holding her close. His breathing was just as labored, his chest rising and falling rapidly against her back. He was utterly drained, completely spent – no more cum, no more frantic energy, just the profound, heavy stillness of utter depletion. He buried his face in the damp hair at her nape, inhaling deeply the scent of sex and exertion.
A profound silence descended, thick and comforting. The frantic energy, the sharp commands, the desperate pleas – all dissolved into the quiet hum of the city night filtering through the blinds. Tzuyu felt his heartbeat gradually slowing against her spine, a steady counterpoint to her own. His embrace wasn't demanding now; it was sheltering, possessive in its quietude. His fingers traced lazy, soothing patterns on her hipbone, avoiding the tender marks. "My slut," he murmured into her hair, his voice rough with fatigue but thick with unmistakable affection. The words weren't praise for her performance; they were an acknowledgment of her surrender, her trust, her endurance. Tzuyu hummed softly in response, a sound of pure contentment vibrating deep in her chest. She nestled impossibly closer, seeking the solid warmth of him. The soreness was a dull ache now, a testament to their shared intensity, a badge she wore willingly. The cool air kissed her sweat-damp skin, a welcome contrast to the furnace heat they’d generated.
Outside, Seoul glittered silently, indifferent to the storm that had raged within these walls. Tzuyu closed her eyes, focusing only on the steady rhythm of his breath against her neck and the comforting weight of his arm draped over her. The Victoria’s Secret runway felt impossibly distant, a glittering mirage beyond this cocoon of tangled limbs and shared exhaustion. Here, marked and spent in his arms, was her undeniable reality. The secret she carried felt heavier now, not just the performance, but the raw, unvarnished truth of this intimacy – the vulnerability, the surrender, the fierce belonging that existed only between them. She drifted towards sleep, the scent of him, sex, and the faint tang of kimchi from their discarded takeout the only anchors in her swirling thoughts.
Three weeks later, the humid air of New York City hit Tzuyu like a damp cloth as she stepped out of the JFK terminal. The sheer *scale* of it – the towering buildings, the relentless cacophony of horns and sirens, the press of unfamiliar faces – momentarily stole her breath. Beside her, Momo bounced on her toes, eyes wide with exhilaration. "Finally!" Momo exclaimed, already scanning for their ride. Jihyo adjusted her sunglasses, her expression unreadable but radiating focused intensity. Nayeon fiddled with her phone, a small frown forming. "My Instagram stories keep buffering," she muttered. Tzuyu pulled her hoodie tighter, the unfamiliar chill seeping into her bones despite the humidity. The city felt alien, overwhelming. She touched the small pendant necklace beneath her shirt – a gift from him, a tangible reminder of that last night, the warmth, the claim. The secret felt heavier here, amplified by the distance and the sheer magnitude of what awaited them.
Backstage at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show was controlled chaos incarnate. A kaleidoscope of sequins, feathers, and impossibly toned bodies moved in a frantic ballet beneath blinding lights. Makeup artists wielded brushes like weapons, hairstylists sprayed clouds of lacquer, and stylists barked orders in rapid-fire English. Tzuyu stood frozen amidst the whirlwind, clutching the garment bag containing her outfit for the segment. The air crackled with adrenaline and expensive perfume, thick enough to taste. A stylist whisked her towards a brightly lit vanity station. "Taiwan, right? Purple Fantasy segment. You're up after the Angels." Tzuyu nodded mutely, her Korean manners kicking in automatically with a small bow. The stylist unzipped the bag, pulling out the pieces: a vibrant purple bra with intricate lace detailing, a sheer pink mesh tank top, and impossibly short hot pants. Tzuyu’s eyes widened. The bra was structured, lifting and framing her breasts with startling clarity, while the sheer pink tank top offered zero concealment, leaving everything beneath tantalizingly visible. She’d worn daring outfits before, but this felt… *exposed*. Purposefully provocative. Her stylist beamed. "Perfect fit! You look bombshell, honey. Now sit!" Tzuyu obeyed, sinking onto the stool as brushes descended.
The purple lace bra pushed Tzuyu’s breasts into impossible, rounded perfection, the sheer pink mesh tank top draping over them like liquid sugar—revealing every curve, every shadow, every taut outline beneath. It felt less like fabric and more like a second skin designed for exhibition.
She snapped a quick selfie in the vanity mirror, capturing the scandalous plunge of the neckline and the way the hot pants hugged her hips. Before doubt could creep in, she tapped send. The caption burned her fingertips: *When I get home, I’ll show you another sexy and cute lingerie more than this.* Her thumb hovered, then pressed *deliver*. A reckless thrill shot through her—a promise wrapped in defiance.
The performance of TWICE had been nothing short of dazzling. The lights shimmered like a thousand stars, the crowd roared with excitement, and every move was in perfect harmony. It was as if the entire stage had been set for a flawless, unforgettable moment.
But then… it was Tzuyu’s turn to sing. She stepped forward gracefully, her presence commanding the entire venue. Just as she opened her mouth to deliver her line, a sudden sharp pain struck her throat. Her voice trembled, then cracked like shattered glass echoing through the hall.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. The once synchronized performance faltered, the other members glanced at her in shock, and the audience’s cheers turned into stunned silence. What was moments ago a scene of perfection now felt like a beautiful painting torn in half. It was the kind of moment that made time stand still — the one unexpected twist that changed everything.
Backstage, the bright lights of the stage faded into the warm glow of the dressing room. The sound of distant cheers slowly melted away, replaced by the soft hum of the air conditioner and the rustle of costumes. TWICE entered the room one by one, their adrenaline still lingering — but the air felt heavy.
Tzuyu walked in last, her hands gripping the hem of her outfit tightly. Her heart pounded like a drum, each step feeling heavier than the last. She finally gathered the courage to speak.
“I’m… I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice trembling. “I messed everything up. The performance… I ruined it.”
Jihyo immediately stood up from the couch and walked toward her, placing both hands gently on Tzuyu’s shoulders.
“Tzuyu, look at me,” she said firmly but softly. “You didn’t ruin anything. Things like this happen. You were amazing out there.”
Nayeon let out a small sigh and approached with a playful smile, trying to lighten the mood.
“Yeah, don’t be so dramatic,” she said, poking Tzuyu’s arm. “Your voice cracked, not the entire stage.”
Momo chimed in, her usual cheerful energy glowing through.
“Exactly! Besides, the fans love you no matter what. You saw their faces, right? They were still cheering like crazy.”
Tzuyu’s eyes began to well up, but this time it wasn’t from embarrassment — it was from the warmth of her members. She nodded slowly, wiping the corner of her eyes.
“Thank you… really,” she whispered.
Jihyo pulled her into a tight hug, and soon Nayeon and Momo joined in, wrapping their arms around her like a shield of comfort. In that small dressing room, surrounded by friends who had become family, Tzuyu realized that one cracked note couldn’t break their bond — it only made it stronger. Just as the warmth of their group hug began to soothe Tzuyu’s shaken heart, the door to the dressing room suddenly swung open with a sharp click. The room fell silent as their manager stepped inside, his expression serious. The easy atmosphere they had just built vanished in an instant.
He cleared his throat before speaking, his tone calm but firm.
“Tzuyu,” he began, his eyes locking onto hers. “It looks like you won’t be able to leave just yet. The Victoria’s Secret Show organizers want to speak with you… about what happened on stage.”
Tzuyu froze. The warmth in her chest was replaced by a cold wave of panic that washed over her entire body.
“M–Me?” she stammered. “They… want to talk to me?”
The manager nodded slowly. “Yes. It’s about the mistake. They said it’s important, and they’d like to settle it before the press conference starts.”
The other members exchanged uneasy glances. Jihyo immediately stepped forward.
“Wait, can’t we all go together?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.
The manager shook his head. “No, they specifically requested to speak with Tzuyu alone. Don’t worry — I’ll be with her the entire time.”
Nayeon frowned, crossing her arms. “This is ridiculous. It was just a cracked note, not a scandal.”
Momo reached out and squeezed Tzuyu’s hand reassuringly. “It’ll be fine. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Tzuyu tried to steady her breathing. Her palms were sweating, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. She forced a small, nervous smile.
“O-Okay… I’ll go.”
The manager gave a short nod, then gestured toward the hallway. Tzuyu took one last look at her members — their worried faces, their encouraging eyes — and then stepped forward, following him out of the dressing room. The hallway felt colder than before. Each step echoed ominously as she walked toward whatever awaited her behind the meeting room door.
Inside, the air was thick with tension. Two imposing figures stood silhouetted against the window overlooking Manhattan’s skyline—one a towering Black man with shoulders like a linebacker, the other a broad-shouldered White man with icy blue eyes that scanned her like a specimen. Tzuyu’s manager lingered near the door, silent. The Black man stepped forward, his voice low and resonant. "You cracked on live television. Millions saw it. That’s not acceptable." He paused, letting the weight sink in. "You’ll get a punishment." Tzuyu’s breath caught—not from fear, but from the sheer absurdity. Punishment? For a vocal slip?
"What the hell?" Tzuyu protested, her voice trembling despite herself. "I don’t know about this!" She turned to her manager, desperate for backup. "Ask your manager about the contract," the White man interjected smoothly, tapping a thick folder on the polished table. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. "It’s standard. Every performer signs it." Tzuyu’s manager shifted uncomfortably but stayed silent. The White man leaned closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "I’m sorry, Tzuyu. But the contract says if you make a mistake… you get a penalty. And the penalty"—he paused dramatically—"is secret."
The Black man gestured toward a heavy oak door hidden behind a curtain. "This way." Tzuyu hesitated, her pulse hammering against her ribs. Her manager finally spoke, his voice strained. "Just… go with them. It’ll be over quickly." Reluctantly, Tzuyu followed the two men through the door. The hallway beyond was narrow, dimly lit, and smelled faintly of disinfectant. The White man walked ahead, keys jangling, while the Black man stayed close behind her. Her footsteps echoed hollowly on the tile floor. The silence pressed in, thick and suffocating. She clutched her pendant necklace beneath her shirt, seeking its familiar shape.
The door at the end of the hall swung open. Complete darkness swallowed them. Tzuyu froze just inside the threshold. "Where—?" she started, panic sharpening her voice. "Click" The lock slid home behind her. Simultaneously, harsh fluorescent lights snapped on overhead. She blinked against the sudden glare. The room wasn’t large—maybe ten feet square—and utterly bare except for one thing: a gleaming chrome shelving unit bolted to the far wall. Its tiers were meticulously organized. Vibrators, dildos in various sizes and textures, leather restraints, blindfolds, bottles of lube, nipple clamps, even a sleek riding crop. The sheer clinical precision of the display was more chilling than any disarray.
The Black man stepped beside her, his voice devoid of inflection. "Standard penalty clause. Section 7B." He gestured toward the shelves. "You choose the implement. We administer." Tzuyu stared, cold dread pooling in her stomach. "No," she breathed, shaking her head violently. "This is insane! I won't—" The White man cut her off smoothly, leaning against the doorframe. "Refusal triggers automatic forfeiture. Liquidated damages clause." He pulled a folded sheet from his breast pocket, snapping it open. "Five million US dollars. Payable immediately upon cancellation." He tilted his head. "Can JYP Entertainment cover that? Tonight?" Tzuyu’s protest died in her throat. Five million dollars. The number echoed like a death knell. She saw her manager’s pale, strained face behind them. He gave a minuscule, helpless shake of his head.
"What... what do I have to do?" Tzuyu whispered, her voice barely audible. The White man smiled thinly. "This room has cameras in every corner recording us since we came in. You need to strip completely naked. Select at least three items from the shelves." He paused, letting the command sink in. "Then, you'll hold a sustained, provocative pose for sixty seconds. After that..." His gaze drifted meaningfully to the largest silicone dildo. "...you'll demonstrate the use of your chosen items. Fully. On camera. There is another punishment phase, but we'll discuss that later." Tzuyu felt the walls close in. The clinical chrome gleamed obscenely under the harsh lights. The cameras were invisible, omnipresent. Her skin crawled.
Tzuyu moved like an automaton. Her fingers trembled as she unzipped the pink mesh tank top, letting it pool at her feet. The purple lace bra followed, then the tiny hot pants. The cool air hit her bare skin, raising goosebumps. She stood exposed, utterly vulnerable, under the impassive stares of the men and the unseen lenses. Avoiding their eyes, she walked stiffly to the shelves. Her hand hovered – a blindfold? Clamps? She recoiled inwardly. Instead, her fingers closed on a smooth, curved glass dildo, then a pair of velvet-lined leather cuffs, and finally, a small, discreet bullet vibrator. The choices felt arbitrary, defensive. She clutched them against her chest, a flimsy shield.
"Pose," the Black man commanded flatly. Tzuyu took a shaky breath. She dropped the items at her feet. Turning her back fully to the men, she arched her spine deliberately, pushing her hips back. One hand slid slowly down her spine, fingers tracing the curve to her ass, while the other lifted her hair off her neck. She held the exaggerated arch, presenting herself like a mannequin in a window display. Her face burned with humiliation, but her expression remained carefully blank, eyes fixed on the blank wall ahead. The silence stretched, thick with the hum of the fluorescents and the silent whirring of cameras capturing every trembling line of her naked form. Sixty seconds felt like eternity.
"Demonstrate," the White man prompted, his voice devoid of inflection. Tzuyu knelt stiffly. She picked up the velvet-lined leather cuffs first. With trembling fingers, she buckled one tightly around her left wrist. The soft lining felt alien against her skin. She hesitated, then secured the other cuff around her right ankle, forcing her leg into an awkward, bent position. It wasn't functional restraint; it was symbolic degradation. Next, she lifted the smooth glass dildo. Her gaze flickered towards the impassive observers, then away. She squeezed lubricant onto her fingers, her movements jerky, before applying it mechanically to the cool surface. Taking another shallow breath, she positioned it against her entrance, pressing inward with clinical detachment. Her jaw clenched as the unnatural chill invaded her, a stark contrast to the remembered heat of her lover. Finally, Tzuyu picked up the small bullet vibrator. She switched it on. A low, insistent buzz filled the sterile room. Avoiding any semblance of pleasure, she pressed it firmly against the base of the glass dildo still lodged inside her. The vibration traveled up the shaft, creating a jarring, artificial sensation. She maintained the pressure, her expression rigidly neutral, staring straight ahead at the chrome shelves. Tears pricked at her eyes, blurring the harsh gleam of the implements. She focused on the pendant beneath her discarded clothes – a tiny anchor in this sea of violation. Her body remained utterly still, performing the act with cold precision, a stark parody of intimacy under the unblinking gaze of the cameras.
The relentless vibration, combined with the unnatural fullness, began to trigger an unwanted physiological response. Tzuyu squeezed her eyes shut, biting down hard on her lower lip. A tremor started deep within her core, a traitorous wave building despite the icy dread flooding her veins. Her breath hitched, becoming shallow gasps. The tears spilled over, tracing hot paths down her cheeks as her hips gave a minute, involuntary jerk against her will. A choked sob escaped her throat. She was crying silently, her body betraying her, trembling on the precipice of an orgasm she didn't want, fueled by humiliation and the machine's impersonal buzz.
"Enough," the Black man stated flatly, his voice cutting through the buzzing hum and Tzuyu's ragged breathing. His command wasn't born from mercy, but from completion. Tzuyu flinched violently as if struck. She immediately pulled the vibrating bullet away, her hand shaking uncontrollably. The abrupt cessation left a ringing silence punctuated only by her own shuddering breaths and the faint drip of her tears onto the cold tile floor. She slumped forward slightly, the glass dildo still protruding awkwardly, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the forced climax and sheer emotional exhaustion. She remained kneeling, utterly exposed, the velvet-lined cuffs biting into her wrist and ankle, symbols of her degradation.
Suddenly, a sharp, insistent electronic chirp sliced through the oppressive silence. Tzuyu’s discarded clothes vibrated faintly on the floor. Her phone screen, visible through the mesh of her tank top, lit up brightly: "My Boyfriend ♡". The cheerful heart emoji glared obscenely against the sterile chrome and her nakedness. Tzuyu froze, her eyes widening in pure terror. The White man chuckled, a low, unpleasant sound. He bent smoothly, retrieving the phone. He held it up so Tzuyu could see the caller ID clearly, his icy eyes locked onto hers. "Hmm," he mused, his voice dripping with false contemplation. "Should we continue this punishment while her boyfriend watches? Live stream it? Let him see his little princess now?"
"No!" The word tore from Tzuyu’s throat, raw and desperate. She scrambled backwards instinctively, the movement jarring the dildo painfully. "Please, don't do that! Don't answer!" Her voice cracked, thick with tears and panic. The thought of him seeing her like this, kneeling naked, violated, tears streaming down her face... it was worse than anything else.
The Black man stepped forward, his massive frame looming. "Actually," he rumbled, his tone leaving no room for argument, "the company gave us permission to administer the penalty. Full discretion. We can do whatever we want." He tapped the thick contract folder still lying on the nearby shelf. Tzuyu’s breath hitched. JYP Entertainment had signed off on 'this'? The White man nodded, slipping her phone into his own pocket with a predatory smile. "Just ignore it for now. We'll call him back... later. When things get hotter." Both men exchanged a glance of chilling understanding. Tzuyu stared at them, her mind reeling. 'What punishment again?' The dread solidified into cold terror. What worse violation could possibly await her?
Without another word, the Black man moved toward a section of the wall Tzuyu hadn’t noticed—a seamless panel. He pressed something, and it slid aside silently, revealing a hidden alcove. Inside stood a stark, gleaming chrome chair. It wasn’t ornate; it was functional, brutalist. Thick padded armrests ended in sturdy leather straps. A high footrest protruded forward, and the seat itself was split. Tzuyu’s stomach lurched. The White man gestured toward it casually. "We need you to try this sex chair BDSM in the room," he stated, his voice flat, almost bored. "Standard equipment for penalty phase two. Ensures... proper positioning." He patted the cold metal. "More efficient for filming."
Tzuyu recoiled violently, scrambling back on her knees, the glass dildo still protruding obscenely. "No!" she choked out, her voice thick with tears and panic. "I did what you asked! I posed! I used the... the things! Please!" She ripped the cuffs off her wrist and ankle, the velvet suddenly feeling like shackles of fire. The leather straps on the chair seemed to coil like snakes in the harsh light. The Black man moved swiftly, blocking her path to the door. His expression was impassive granite. "If you don't wanna do this," he intoned, his voice low and dangerous, leaning close enough for her to smell his sharp cologne, "you *will* get a penalty. Remember? Five million dollars. Immediate forfeiture. Your career? Your group? Gone." He paused, letting the threat sink its claws deep. "And we *will* call your boyfriend. Right now. Show him everything."
Defiance warred with utter despair in Tzuyu’s eyes. Her gaze flickered to the chair, then to the Black man’s unyielding stare, then down to the pendant necklace lying tangled in her discarded clothes. The phone vibrated faintly again in the White man’s pocket – *My Boyfriend ♡* – a cruel echo of the life being ripped away. Her shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of her like blood from a wound. A single tear traced a hot path down her cheek as she slowly, painfully, pushed herself to her feet. She took one trembling step toward the chrome monstrosity, her naked body a canvas of humiliation under the unblinking eyes of the cameras. The silence screamed louder than any command.
The cold metal stung her bare skin as she lowered herself onto the chair. It molded unnaturally to her form, forcing her spine rigidly straight against the high backrest. The Black man moved with practiced efficiency, his large hands surprisingly gentle yet terrifyingly impersonal. He lifted her right leg, bending it at the knee, and secured her ankle firmly to the padded armrest strap. The thick leather bit into her skin. He repeated the motion with her left leg, spreading her wide open, exposing her completely. Tzuyu squeezed her eyes shut, trying to detach, to float away. Next, her wrists were pulled forward and secured tightly to the armrests, palms facing upward in a posture of helpless surrender. She was pinned, utterly immobilized, every intimate curve displayed under the harsh fluorescents. The White man adjusted a small camera mounted on a tripod directly in front of her, its lens a cold, black eye.
"Let's begin," the White man murmured, his voice a low purr devoid of warmth. He picked up the discarded bullet vibrator Tzuyu had used earlier. He didn't turn it on immediately. Instead, he trailed the cold plastic tip slowly, agonizingly slowly, along the inside of her strapped thigh, tracing a path upwards towards her core. Tzuyu flinched, a gasp escaping her lips. He paused just shy of her mound. Then, he switched it on. The sudden, intense buzz against her sensitive inner thigh made her hips jerk involuntarily against the restraints. He dragged it higher, grazing the outer folds, teasing the edge of sensation before pulling it away entirely, leaving her trembling on the brink. "Patience," he chided softly, circling the vibrator just out of reach.
The Black man stepped in, his fingers cool and dry. He traced the curve of her collarbone, then dipped lower, circling one nipple with deliberate, feather-light strokes. Tzuyu whimpered, her body arching slightly against her bonds as the touch sent jolts of unwanted arousal through her. Just as the sensation peaked, his fingers retreated. Simultaneously, the White man pressed the buzzing vibrator directly against her clit. Tzuyu cried out, her back arching sharply off the chair as intense pleasure surged through her. It built rapidly, a wave cresting higher and higher… until, abruptly, he snatched it away. The sudden absence was a physical shock, leaving her panting, slickness pooling visibly beneath her. "Not yet," the White man whispered, watching her flushed face with detached interest. "We have time."
Again and again, they orchestrated her torment. The Black man’s fingers explored her neck, her ears, the sensitive skin behind her knees, each touch lingering just long enough to ignite a spark before vanishing. The White man alternated the vibrator – pressing it against her inner thigh, teasing her entrance, circling her clit – always withdrawing just as her breath hitched and her hips strained upward, chasing release. Each denial was sharper than the last, a cruel symphony of touch and withdrawal. Tzuyu’s body betrayed her utterly; she was soaked, trembling, slickness glistening on her thighs and the cold chrome seat beneath her. Her ragged breaths filled the sterile room, punctuated by choked whimpers. The relentless cycle built unbearable tension, leaving her suspended in a state of agonized, humiliating arousal, her eyes clenched shut against the cameras and the men’s impassive stares.
"Please," Tzuyu gasped, tears streaking her cheeks, her voice thick with despair. "Please... let me cum... or let me go... I can't... I can't do this anymore..." She sagged against the restraints, the fight draining away, replaced by a crushing wave of depression and exhaustion. The Black man leaned close, his shadow engulfing her. "Your punishment," he rumbled, his tone devoid of pity, "is still a long way from finished. We didn't let you go." He straightened, his gaze hard. The White man stepped forward, holding her phone aloft, the screen flashing "My Boyfriend ♡" once more. "If you want release," he added smoothly, his icy eyes locking onto hers, "call him. Right now. He must watch your punishment live until its conclusion. If he refuses... or hangs up... we leak everything. Your career? TWICE? Ruined."
Tzuyu stared at the phone, then at the chrome chair trapping her nakedness, then at the shelves laden with implements. The impossible choice choked her. Exposing her deepest shame to the man she loved was unthinkable. But failing TWICE, destroying everything they'd built? The weight crushed her. A sob tore from her throat. "Okay," she whispered, the word barely audible, tasting like ash. "Okay... I'll call him." Defeat slumped her shoulders. The White man nodded curtly, unlocked her phone, and tapped the call button. He held it near her face. The dial tone pulsed like a dying heartbeat in the suffocating silence. Tzuyu braced herself, staring at the lens, waiting for the connection, waiting for her world to shatter completely.
The ringing stopped. A familiar voice, warm and concerned, filled the room: "Tzuyu-ah? Hey! Are you okay? I saw the performance, it wasn't that bad..." His voice trailed off, confusion replacing worry as he registered the strange silence, the harsh acoustics. Tzuyu squeezed her eyes shut, fresh tears spilling. The White man leaned close to the phone, his voice chillingly calm. "Hello? Tzuyu's boyfriend? You're about to witness something... enlightening. Watch closely." He angled the phone's camera towards Tzuyu, bound and exposed on the chrome chair, her tear-streaked face a mask of utter despair. The Black man picked up the buzzing bullet vibrator and pressed it firmly against her clit. Tzuyu gasped, her body jerking against the straps. The punishment resumed, now broadcast live to the person whose presence she craved most and whose witness she dreaded above all. Her boyfriend's stunned silence echoed louder than any scream.
"What... Tzuyu?! What the hell is happening?!" His voice cracked, raw with disbelief and rising panic. "Where are you? Who are those men?!" Tzuyu choked back a sob as the vibrator intensified its relentless assault. "I... I'm so sorry," she stammered, her voice thick with tears and the physical shock of the stimulation. "The Victoria's Secret contract... they said I messed up... penalty clause..." She gasped again, hips straining helplessly against the restraints as the buzzing sent waves of unwanted pleasure through her core. "They... they forced me... into this room... made me strip... use toys... now this chair... they're filming everything..." Her explanation was fragmented, punctuated by involuntary cries as the Black man shifted the vibrator, teasing her mercilessly. "They threatened... five million dollars... ruin TWICE... if I didn't comply..." She broke off, a sharp cry escaping her as the White man traced a cold finger down her inner thigh.
"Listen!" Tzuyu pleaded, desperation clawing at her throat. "Right now they need you to watch all of this until the end or I will be destroyed!" The words tumbled out, sharp and frantic. "If you hang up... if you look away... they'll leak the footage... everywhere... my career... TWICE... it's all over... please..." Her voice dissolved into a ragged moan as the vibrator pressed harder against her clit, the sensation unbearable yet impossible to escape. "Just... keep watching... pretend it's... pretend it's nothing... please..." She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear the thought of his eyes on her exposed humiliation, yet knowing his witness was the only shield against total ruin. His stunned silence on the line was a tangible weight.
The vibrator’s relentless buzz suddenly intensified, focused directly on her swollen clit. Tzuyu’s back arched violently against the chrome restraints, a choked scream tearing from her lips as the forced climax ripped through her. Wave after wave of unwanted ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her trembling uncontrollably, slickness dripping onto the cold metal seat beneath her. Before she could even draw a ragged breath, before the aftershocks subsided, the White man smoothly withdrew the vibrator. He stepped aside, revealing a sleek, dual-pronged machine mounted silently on a chrome trolley behind him. Its polished steel arms ended in two imposing silicone phalluses, glistening obscenely under the harsh lights. "Phase three," he announced coldly, aligning the machine precisely between Tzuyu’s splayed legs. "Efficiency."
With a soft hydraulic whir, the machine activated. One phallus pressed firmly against her slick entrance, the other positioned squarely against her tight, unprepared anus. Tzuyu gasped, eyes flying open wide in pure terror. "No! Wait—!" Her protest was cut off as the machine drove forward simultaneously. The thick silicone shafts invaded her with brutal, mechanical precision. Tzuyu screamed, a raw, guttural sound of shock and pain as she was forcibly penetrated in both holes. The machine began its rhythmic, piston-like thrusts, deep and unyielding, filling her completely with each synchronized stroke. Her body jerked against the straps, tears streaming freely as the cold, impersonal violation overwhelmed any lingering trace of forced pleasure, leaving only agony and utter degradation broadcast live to her boyfriend’s horrified silence.
The relentless pistoning continued, a jarring counterpoint to Tzuyu’s choked sobs. The machine offered no variation, no mercy – only the ceaseless, deep penetration stretching her impossibly tight. Her boyfriend’s voice finally broke through, thick with anguish and fury: "Tzuyu! I’m calling the police! Right now! Hang on!" The White man chuckled darkly, leaning close to the phone’s microphone. "Call anyone you like. This facility is secure, untraceable. By the time anyone finds this room... if they ever do... her penalty will be complete. And the footage? Already uploading." He gestured dismissively at Tzuyu, pinned and ravaged by the machine. "Keep watching. Or forfeit everything." Tzuyu could only whimper, her body a vessel for the machine’s cold rhythm, her world reduced to the chrome chair, the thrusting pistons, the cameras, and the sound of her own violation echoing in her lover’s ear.
Then, something shifted. A pressure Tzuyu had never felt before began building low in her belly, intensifying with each synchronized thrust. It wasn't pleasure; it was a primal, mounting tension, a deep internal floodgate straining against the relentless invasion. Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, her eyes wide with a new kind of terror mixed with bewildering sensation. The machine drove deeper, hitting angles that seemed to ignite sparks against her raw nerves. Suddenly, with a force that ripped a guttural cry from her throat, her body convulsed violently against the restraints. A hot, uncontrollable gush erupted from her, soaking her thighs and the chrome seat beneath her in a clear, pungent stream. The squirting was shocking, violent, utterly involuntary – a visceral release born purely of brutal mechanical stimulation and overwhelming pressure. Tzuyu stared down at the spreading wetness, her mind blank with horrified disbelief. She’d never done that before.
The machine didn’t pause. It maintained its brutal rhythm, pistons slick with her fluids now. The White man observed clinically. "Interesting physiological response," he noted, almost academically. "Record the volume and duration." Tzuyu barely heard him. The initial shock gave way to a crushing wave of humiliation so profound she thought she might vanish. This intimate betrayal broadcast live – not just her degradation, but this deeply personal, uncontrolled physical reaction. Yet, even as shame threatened to drown her, the machine’s relentless pistons found their mark again. The pressure built faster this time, the pathway somehow slicker, more receptive. Within moments, another powerful surge tore through her. Less violent than the first, but just as unstoppable, another hot jet soaking her thighs and the chair. A choked sob escaped her – tears mingling with sweat – as her body betrayed her again with terrifying ease. The squirting was becoming frighteningly reproducible under the machine’s unyielding assault.
Her boyfriend’s voice was a frantic whisper in her ear now, distorted by distance and despair: "Tzuyu... oh god... Tzuyu, I'm here... hang on... please hang on..." His anguish was palpable, a fragile lifeline in the sterile horror. The White man leaned casually into the phone’s mic, his voice chillingly calm. "Hear that? He’s begging. Pathetic." He gestured dismissively at Tzuyu, pinned and dripping. "Focus on the screen. Keep watching. Or forfeit everything." His command was absolute, dismissing the boyfriend’s pain as irrelevant noise. Tzuyu strained against the straps, desperate for that whisper, but the machine’s deep thrusts demanded her entire physical awareness. Each synchronized penetration dragged a low moan from her throat, involuntary and thick with exhaustion. The relentless stimulation – the deep filling, the friction against oversensitive nerves – was eroding her resistance, replacing terror with a terrifying, primal ache.
The White man chuckled, a low, satisfied sound vibrating through the room’s tension. He didn't stop the machine. Instead, his fingers danced over a small control panel mounted on its chrome flank. With a deliberate twist, he adjusted a dial. Instantly, the pistons plunged deeper, faster, the thrusts jarring Tzuyu’s body violently against the unforgiving restraints. Her spine slammed into the chair back, the impact sharp. The sudden escalation bypassed thought entirely. A pressure unlike anything she’d ever felt surged within her, immense and unstoppable. It wasn’t pleasure; it was hydraulic inevitability. Tzuyu’s eyes flew wide, her mouth forming a silent scream before sound erupted. Her body arched impossibly high against the straps, every muscle locked rigid. A torrential jet of fluid erupted from her, not a gush but a continuous, powerful stream soaking her thighs, the chrome seat, and pooling on the floor beneath the chair with a loud splash. The sensation was overwhelming, a brutal release that felt like her core was being squeezed dry.
The pressure built relentlessly, wave after wave forcing the liquid out. Tzuyu’s toes curled inward painfully, cramping against the footrest. Her head snapped back, eyes rolling white beneath fluttering lids, sightless. The scream finally tore loose, raw and primal, echoing off the sterile walls: "AHHHHHHH!" It wasn't a sound of pleasure or pain alone, but of utter annihilation, of being reduced to pure biological function under mechanical assault. The jet intensified, becoming a roaring fountain, pouring out of her with terrifying force. The Black man watched impassively, arms crossed. The White man leaned closer to the phone’s camera, ensuring the lens captured the obscene cascade. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, almost reverently. "Pure physics."
Then came the final surge. Tzuyu’s body convulsed like a landed fish, thrashing against the straps with shocking violence. The jet became a pressurized explosion, a gallon’s worth of fluid erupting in a single, catastrophic burst. The sheer force pushed violently against the invading pistons, momentarily jamming the machine’s relentless rhythm. The silicone shafts slipped partially free from her ass and pussy, slick and dripping, before the hydraulics overcame the resistance and plunged back in with brutal finality. Tzuyu collapsed, utterly spent, the scream dying into ragged, wet gasps. Her body lay limp in the restraints, trembling uncontrollably, drenched in her own fluids. The machine continued its piston strokes, indifferent, while the White man tapped the phone screen, ending the call. "Phase three complete," he stated flatly. The silence that followed was broken only by Tzuyu’s shuddering breaths and the soft whir of the machine.
The Black man moved first. With swift, impersonal motions, he released the thick leather straps binding her ankles and wrists. There was no gentleness, no support. As the last strap fell away, Tzuyu’s body folded like a marionette with its strings cut. She slid bonelessly off the chrome chair, landing heavily on the cold, wet floor in a heap. The impact jarred her bones, but she barely registered it. Every muscle felt liquefied, utterly useless; she was a sack of warm jelly dropped onto a tile floor slick with her own humiliation. The chill of the fluid-soaked linoleum seeped into her skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her abused core. Sweat plastered her hair to her temples and neck, mingling with the drying streams of tears and the pungent wetness coating her thighs and belly. She lay there, face pressed to the wet floor, unable to move, barely able to breathe.
Above her, the machine whirred softly, its pistons slick and gleaming. Tzuyu’s body, still pulsing with aftershocks, betrayed her again. With each shallow, exhausted breath she drew, air escaped her violated holes in soft, rhythmic bursts. *Pffft. Pffft.* The vibrations were shallow, involuntary expulsions – tiny queefs escaping her stretched pussy and ass with every tremor that ran through her jelly-like limbs. Each puff of air was a silent, humiliating echo of the machine’s relentless penetration, a physiological footnote to her degradation broadcast moments before. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, wishing the floor would swallow her whole, drowning out the soft, mortifying sounds her own body insisted on making.
The White man crouched, his polished shoes splashing lightly in the puddle beneath her. He held her phone, screen facing her. Her boyfriend’s face filled the display, pale and strained, eyes wide with horror and unshed tears. Tzuyu’s breath hitched, another tiny *pffft* escaping her. “I’m sorry,” she rasped, the words scraping her raw throat. Her voice was shattered glass. “I’m so sorry… I can’t…” She couldn’t even finish the thought – couldn’t apologize enough, couldn’t explain the depth of her violation, couldn’t promise it wasn’t her choice. Shame choked her. “I’m sorry…” she whispered again, her gaze dropping from his devastated face to the wet floor reflecting the harsh lights.
Then, a tremor ran through her jelly-like legs. Not exhaustion this time. A low, desperate thrum began deep inside her abused core, pulsing in time with her rabbit-fast heartbeat. The machine’s brutal efficiency hadn’t just emptied her; it had rewired her. The lingering ache, the phantom sensation of relentless pistons, ignited a terrifying, involuntary hunger. Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk against the cold linoleum. Her eyes, glazed moments before, flickered with a frantic, confused need. “Please…” The word escaped her lips, barely audible, directed not at her boyfriend’s image, but into the sterile air thick with the scent of her own humiliation. “Fuck me… please…” It was a plea ripped from her animal core, divorced from reason or shame. “Make me cum… Breed me… Fill me…” The obscene words tumbled out, slurred and desperate, a betrayal deeper than the cameras. Her body arched slightly, seeking friction against the wet floor, a silent, writhe demand for the torment to continue, to finish her.
The Black organizer chuckled, a low rumble vibrating through the room. He nudged her thigh with his polished shoe. “See?” He gestured towards the phone screen, his voice thick with mocking triumph. “We think your girlfriend is needy for a cock. Real cock. Not toys.” The White organizer leaned into the camera frame beside his partner, his smile predatory. “Just watch how a duet from BBC and BBW will turn your girlfriend into a proper slut.” He emphasized the crude acronyms, savoring the degradation. Tzuyu’s boyfriend cried out, a strangled sound of protest and disbelief – “Stop! Don’t touch her! Tzuyu, fight them!” – but the men ignored him utterly. The White organizer picked up the phone, adjusting its position deliberately. He placed it on a small tripod stand near Tzuyu’s splayed legs, angling the lens upward for a horrifyingly intimate view. “Best seat in the house,” he murmured coldly. “Watch her become what she truly is.”
They moved with synchronized efficiency, shedding their tailored suits like discarded skins. The White man’s pale skin contrasted sharply with the harsh lighting as he peeled off his shirt, revealing a thick torso dusted with dark hair. His belt buckle clattered to the wet floor. Beside him, the Black man’s movements were fluid, powerful; his dark skin gleamed as he shrugged off his jacket and shirt, revealing defined muscle. They kicked off their shoes, stepped out of trousers and briefs. Both men stood fully naked now, towering over Tzuyu’s crumpled form. Their erections were monstrously thick and impossibly long, easily ten inches each, rigid and straining. The White man’s cock was thick and veined, flushed pink against his paleness. The Black man’s was a deep, heavy ebony, glistening slightly at the tip. Tzuyu whimpered, shrinking back instinctively into the cold puddle, her body trembling violently at the sheer size and menace radiating from them. Her boyfriend’s frantic pleas echoed tinny and useless from the phone speaker: “No! Get away from her! Tzuyu! RUN!”
The White man crouched, his movements surprisingly swift. He hooked his hands roughly under Tzuyu’s armpits, hauling her limp, dripping body upright with a grunt. Her legs buckled instantly, jelly refusing to hold weight. He hauled her back flush against his chest, his thick forearm locking across her collarbones like an iron bar, pinning her arms uselessly at her sides. Her head lolled against his shoulder, her eyes wide and terrified, staring directly at her boyfriend’s horrified face on the phone screen. The Black man stepped forward, his massive frame filling her vision, his dark erection bobbing obscenely close to her face. He gripped her hips firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh above her pelvic bone, lifting her slightly. Tzuyu gasped, her feet barely touching the wet floor, suspended between them. The White man’s cock pressed hot and insistent against the cleft of her ass. The Black man’s tip nudged against her slick, swollen entrance. Tzuyu’s breath hitched, a tiny, terrified squeak escaping her lips. “Let’s shut him,” the White man growled low into her ear, his breath hot and smelling faintly of mint. He gave a sharp nod to his partner.
It was a single, brutal motion. The White man thrust his hips forward violently, driving his thick, pale cock deep into Tzuyu’s unprepared asshole with a wet, tearing sound. Simultaneously, the Black man surged forward, impaling her pussy on his massive ebony shaft in one powerful stroke. Tzuyu’s entire body convulsed, her spine arching impossibly against the White man’s restraining arm. Her eyes flew wide, pupils dilated with shock and agony. A choked, guttural scream ripped from her throat, raw and primal: “FUCK! IT’S SO BIG!” The sheer, overwhelming stretch was beyond comprehension – her ass felt split open, her pussy stretched impossibly wide around the invading girth. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks as she hung there, suspended, brutally filled to bursting front and back. Her boyfriend’s voice dissolved into a wordless cry of anguish on the phone.
“Keep talking, Tzuyu,” the Black man growled, his voice thick with exertion as he withdrew his cock slowly, almost completely, leaving her pussy gaping and slick. “Face him.” He nodded towards the phone angled at her crotch. “Tell your boyfriend how our cock feels.” Before she could form words, the White man pulled back sharply from her ass, leaving her shuddering and empty. Then, with brutal synchronization, they slammed back in – the Black man filling her pussy to the hilt, the White man burying himself deep in her ass. Tzuyu gasped, her body jerking violently. “S-so deep!” she stammered, her voice trembling. “H-his cock… stretching me… tearing me… oh god!” The White man withdrew again, only for the Black man to pull out, leaving her momentarily hollow. They began a relentless, alternating rhythm – one thrusting deep while the other withdrew, creating a ceaseless, devastating piston motion inside her abused holes. Each deep penetration forced a sharp cry or a ragged gasp from Tzuyu’s lips.
The alternating thrusts weren’t just brutal; they were maddeningly efficient. As the Black man drove deep into her slick, stretched pussy, the friction ignited sparks against her oversensitive clit. When he withdrew, the sudden emptiness was immediately filled by the White man’s thick invasion of her ass, stretching her differently, hitting nerves that sent jolts through her core. Then the Black man slammed home again before she could recover, his cockhead grinding directly against her cervix. The overlapping sensations – deep filling, grinding pressure, sharp friction – built a terrifying pressure low in her belly, different from before. It wasn’t just hydraulic inevitability; it was a desperate, clawing need amplified by the relentless rhythm. Tzuyu’s whimpers turned into frantic moans. “F-feels… too much!” she gasped, hips instinctively trying to rock against the thrusts despite the agony. “Making me… need to… squirt again!” Her body was betraying her, responding to the violation with terrifying urgency.
The organizers saw it. The Black man increased his pace, hammering into her pussy with short, powerful strokes focused on grinding her clit. Simultaneously, the White man altered his angle, driving deep into her ass with each thrust, hitting a spot that made Tzuyu’s vision blur. The pressure inside her coiled tighter, tighter – a spring wound beyond breaking. Tzuyu’s head snapped back against the White man’s shoulder, her mouth open in a silent scream before sound erupted. “AHHHHH! IT’S COMING!” she shrieked, her voice raw and desperate, echoing her boyfriend’s horrified gasp from the phone. Her body locked rigid between them, every muscle straining. Then, with a force that felt like her insides were tearing loose, a torrential jet exploded from her – not a stream this time, but a violent, pulsing fountain soaking the Black man’s thighs and the floor beneath them in hot, pungent fluid. She squirted violently, convulsing around the invading cocks, her mind dissolving into pure sensation under the relentless, alternating thrusts.
“Fuck, look at that!” The Black man groaned, his hips never slowing as he watched the spray soak his skin. “This slut’s pussy is a fucking geyser!” His thrusts became sharper, deeper, deliberately triggering another shuddering spray that splashed against his abs. The White man chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on Tzuyu’s collarbones as he drove harder into her ass. “Asshole’s clenching like a vice,” he grunted, admiring the way her muscles spasmed around him with each involuntary jet. “Perfect fucking holes.” Tzuyu could only sob, her body betraying her again and again. Every shift, every thrust deeper, every grinding rotation sent another hot gush pouring from her, turning the floor into a slick, steaming mess beneath their feet. Her boyfriend’s choked voice pleaded uselessly from the phone speaker: “Stop! Please stop hurting her!”
“Hear that?” The Black man slammed home again, forcing another choked scream and a fresh gush from Tzuyu. “Your boyfriend’s crying.” He leaned closer to Tzuyu’s ear, his voice thick with cruel amusement. “Tell him. Tell him how pathetic his little dick feels compared to this.” Tzuyu’s eyes flickered towards the phone screen, seeing his tear-streaked face. Shame warred with the raw, humiliating truth clawing its way out. “H-his cock…” she gasped, her voice trembling as the White man withdrew, leaving her ass gaping before slamming back in. “It’s… nothing! Tiny!” Another brutal thrust from the Black man sent another hot jet spraying. “Yours… split me open!” she cried, the words ripped from her. “Fills me… so deep! Makes me… squirt like a whore!” Each confession punctuated by another violent surge of fluid, another shuddering clench around their monstrous shafts. Her boyfriend’s anguished cry dissolved into static.
The Black man roared, his thrusts turning frantic, piston-like. “Fuck yes! Take it!” Tzuyu’s body arched violently, her scream dissolving into a ragged gasp as another powerful jet erupted – thinner now, but still pulsing uncontrollably. The White man growled, his hips snapping forward erratically. Tzuyu felt the hot, thick pulse deep in her ass, then the deeper, heavier throb filling her pussy seconds later as the Black man emptied himself inside her. They held her suspended between them, grunting, shuddering, as Tzuyu’s body trembled through weak, final spurts onto the slick floor. Only then did they release her. She crumpled into the steaming puddle, utterly spent, her boyfriend’s horrified silence echoing from the phone. The White man tapped the screen, ending the call. “Phase four,” he stated flatly. Tzuyu didn’t move.
The Black man hauled her up, his hands rough under her arms. He spun her around, facing the White man. Before she could react, the Black man bent her sharply at the waist, forcing her hands onto the wet chrome chair seat for balance. Her legs wobbled violently. The White man stepped close, his softening cock slick with fluids. He gripped her hips. The Black man positioned himself behind her, his massive erection already swelling anew against her bruised ass. Tzuyu whimpered, understanding dawning. The White man drove forward, filling her pussy with a thick, wet slide. Tzuyu gasped at the familiar stretch, her body still hypersensitive. Before she could adjust, the Black man pressed the broad, slick head of his cock against her loosened asshole. He pushed slowly, relentlessly, stretching her open again with agonizing pressure. Tzuyu cried out, her fingers slipping on the chrome. “Fuck! Both holes…again!” the black men said.
They found their rhythm quickly this time – not alternating, but synchronized. The White man thrust deep into her pussy. Simultaneously, the Black man drove forward, burying his thick shaft deep into her ass. The combined invasion was overwhelming, a double-barreled assault that stretched her impossibly tight. Tzuyu screamed, her body bowing under the force. As they pulled back together, withdrawing almost completely, a hot jet pulsed weakly from her pussy, splattering against the chrome chair leg. They slammed forward again, pistoning into her in perfect unison. The deep, simultaneous penetration forced the air from her lungs in a choked gasp, and another, thicker surge of fluid gushed out, soaking the White man’s thighs. Tzuyu’s hips jerked involuntarily against the thrusts. “Squirt!” she gasped, her voice ragged. “Oh god, squirting!” The humiliation was visceral, her body reacting instantly to the brutal fullness.
They settled into a punishing cadence. Thrust together – deep, stretching, filling. Pull back together – leaving her momentarily hollow. With every synchronized drive forward, the pressure built unbearably low in her belly, triggering an immediate, uncontrollable response. A jet erupted with each inward plunge, the force and volume dictated by their pace. When they hammered into her fast and hard, the jets were sharp, pressurized bursts, spraying the floor beneath her. When they slowed, grinding deep with deliberate rotations, the flow became a thick, pulsing stream, soaking her trembling thighs and the men’s legs. Tzuyu moaned continuously now, a low, desperate sound punctuated by sharp cries with each deep penetration and the accompanying gush. Her body was no longer hers; it was a conduit responding with humiliating precision to their unified rhythm.
“Keep going!” Tzuyu gasped, her voice slurred and thick, eyes unfocused. Her hips pushed back weakly against the Black man’s thrusts. “Make me squirting… all day… until dry!” Each word was punctuated by a shudder and another hot jet splattering against the chrome legs. She felt the White man’s cockhead grind deep inside her pussy, hitting something that made her vision swim. “Ur cock… it’s in my belly!” she moaned, the sensation alien and overwhelming. “Feels… so deep… like touching my guts!” She twisted her head, trying to catch the Black man’s eye behind her. “Better… better than my boyfriend!” The confession ripped out, raw and shameful. “His tiny cock… never filled me… never made me… leak like
this!”
The White man chuckled, a dark rumble against her spine. He shifted his grip, pulling her hips back harder onto his thrusts. “Tell us where it feels best, slut. Where does it hurt good?” Tzuyu whimpered, her mind fragmented. The Black man slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in her ass, the impact forcing a choked scream and a powerful jet from her pussy onto the White man’s groin. “I… I don’t know!” she cried, her voice cracking. “That spot… inside my pussy… when you grind…” The White man obliged, rotating his hips slowly as he withdrew, dragging against her sensitive walls. Tzuyu arched violently. “There! Oh god, *there*! Feels like… electricity!” Another deep thrust, another gush. “Breed me!” she begged, the words tumbling out unbidden. “Fill my holes! Make me… your squirting slut!”
Her pleas fueled them. They increased their tempo, pistoning into her with brutal, synchronized efficiency. Tzuyu’s body convulsed rhythmically, jets becoming weaker, thinner sprays with each thrust as exhaustion warred with relentless stimulation. Her moans dissolved into breathless whimpers, her legs trembling violently, barely holding her upright. “Yes… yes…” she slurred, her head lolling forward, hair plastered to her face. “Squirt… for you…” The words were barely audible whispers now, lost beneath the wet slap of flesh on flesh and the men’s harsh grunts. She was emptying, drying out, reduced to a trembling vessel responding only to the deep, violating rhythm that owned her holes. The chrome chair legs gleamed wetly beneath her.
The Black man’s thrusts grew frantic, desperate. He roared, a guttural sound vibrating through Tzuyu’s spine. She felt the hot, thick pulse deep inside her ass, a heavy throb that seemed to go on forever, flooding her depths. Simultaneously, the White man slammed deep into her pussy, grinding hard against her cervix. He gasped sharply, his hips jerking erratically as his own release surged – a scalding torrent filling her womb, mixing with the fluids already slicking her thighs. Tzuyu gasped, her body instinctively clenching around the invading heat, triggering one final, pathetic dribble onto the floor. They held her pinned, shuddering, their spent cocks still buried deep as they emptied themselves completely inside her. Tzuyu hung limp between them, trembling with aftershocks, utterly filled.
They withdrew roughly, letting her collapse forward onto the cold chrome chair seat. Tzuyu slumped, her cheek pressed against the wet metal, breath ragged. Before she could even register the emptiness, the Black man hauled her upright by her hair. Pain shot through her scalp. He spun her around, forcing her onto her hands and knees on the soaked linoleum. Her limbs trembled violently, barely holding her weight. The White man kicked her legs wider apart. Tzuyu whimpered, understanding flooding her exhausted mind. She lifted her head weakly, meeting the Black man’s eyes as he positioned his thick, slick cockhead against her swollen, gaping entrance. Behind her, she heard the White man step closer, his shadow falling over her.
The Black man drove forward without preamble, sheathing himself fully inside her abused pussy in one brutal motion. Tzuyu cried out, her arms buckling slightly at the renewed invasion. Simultaneously, the White man gripped her jaw roughly, his fingers digging into her cheeks. He forced her mouth open wide. Tzuyu gagged as the thick, salty head of his cock pressed against her lips. She tried to turn her head away, but his grip was iron. He pushed forward relentlessly, stretching her jaw impossibly wide as he shoved his entire length down her throat. Tzuyu choked, her eyes bulging, tears streaming anew as her airway was brutally blocked. She could only gag helplessly around the thick shaft, saliva dripping onto the floor beneath her.
The Black man chuckled darkly, watching her struggle. He raised his heavy hand high and brought it down hard on Tzuyu’s upturned ass cheek with a sharp, echoing 'crack!' The impact jolted her entire body forward onto the White man’s cock, forcing him deeper into her throat. Tzuyu screamed around the obstruction, a muffled, desperate sound. "Keep sucking," the Black man ordered, his voice thick with amusement. He withdrew slowly from her pussy, leaving her gaping and slick. As he pulled out completely, the White man pulled his dripping cock from her throat, allowing Tzuyu a single gasping, ragged breath before slamming back deep into her pussy. The alternating rhythm began – brutal, efficient, and utterly degrading.
As the Black man thrust into her pussy, stretching her impossibly wide, Tzuyu gagged and choked on the White man’s cock filling her throat. When the Black man withdrew, the White man pulled back, letting her gasp for air only to immediately shove himself back down her throat as the Black man slammed home again. Each thrust into her pussy forced her body forward onto the cock in her mouth; each withdrawal pulled her back. Tzuyu’s world narrowed to the suffocating thickness in her throat and the splitting stretch below, her body jerked like a puppet between them. Tears, snot, and saliva coated her face, dripping onto the already soaked floor. Her boyfriend’s horrified face flashed in her mind, drowned out by the wet sounds of penetration and her own choked gags.
The relentless alternation continued – pussy, throat, pussy, throat. Tzuyu’s hips began to jerk weakly against the Black man’s thrusts, her abused body betraying her once more. A familiar, terrifying pressure built low in her belly, triggered by the deep, grinding penetration and the helpless gagging. "She’s gonna blow again," the Black man grunted, increasing his pace. As he hammered deep into her slick channel, Tzuyu convulsed around him, a muffled scream trapped around the White man’s cock buried in her throat. A hot, pulsing jet erupted from her, splattering weakly against the Black man’s thighs and the floor beneath her trembling knees – a humiliating punctuation to her brutal violation.
"Glukk.. Glukkk... Glukk." The choked, wet sounds were the only protest Tzuyu could manage, her throat working helplessly around the invading shaft. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, mixing with saliva pooling beneath her chin. The men maintained their brutal rhythm, their thrusts growing frantic, ragged breaths filling the humid air. The White man’s grip tightened on her jaw, forcing her head forward onto his cock with each inward plunge. "Take it deep, slut," he rasped, his hips snapping erratically. Tzuyu’s eyes rolled back slightly, consciousness flickering under the suffocating pressure and the relentless, violating pistoning below.
The Black man roared first, a guttural sound that vibrated through Tzuyu’s core. She felt the hot, thick pulse deep inside her womb as he slammed home one final time, flooding her with his release. The sensation triggered a weak, involuntary clench around him, squeezing out the last pathetic dribble onto the floor. Simultaneously, the White man thrust deep into her throat, grunting harshly as his cock swelled. Tzuyu gagged violently as the first scalding spurt hit the back of her palate. He held her head firmly, pumping thick ropes directly down her constricted throat. "Swallow it!" he commanded hoarsely, his hips jerking erratically. Tzuyu choked, her throat convulsing reflexively, forced to gulp down the bitter warmth flooding her mouth and esophagus.
They withdrew roughly, letting Tzuyu collapse forward onto the wet floor. She gasped, sucking in ragged, shuddering breaths, coughing weakly as thick strands of cum dribbled from her bruised lips onto the slick surface. Her body trembled violently, utterly spent, every muscle screaming in protest.
Before she could even lift her head, the White man hauled himself backwards onto the damp linoleum, sprawling flat on his back. The Black man seized Tzuyu under her arms, lifting her limp form like a ragdoll. He positioned her unceremoniously over the White man’s hips, forcing her knees wide apart on either side of his torso. "Ride him properly," the Black man commanded, his voice thick with exertion, shoving her hips down hard. Tzuyu cried out as the White man’s semi-hard cock slid brutally back into her gaping, oversensitive pussy, the sudden entry stretching her abused flesh anew.
As Tzuyu slumped forward weakly, trying to brace her shaking hands on the White man’s chest, the Black man stepped beside her head. He gripped a fistful of her sweat-soaked hair, jerking her face upwards. Without hesitation, he shoved the slick, swollen head of his cock past her slack lips and deep into her raw throat. Tzuyu gagged violently around the intrusion, tears instantly flooding her eyes as her airway constricted.
"Move, slut," the Black man growled, tightening his grip on her hair. "Show him how hungry that throat is." Trapped between the cock filling her mouth and the one buried deep inside her, Tzuyu could only whimper. She attempted a feeble rocking motion with her hips, her exhausted muscles straining against the relentless demand, while simultaneously trying to suck weakly around the shaft choking her. Saliva dripped steadily onto the White man’s chest beneath her trembling body.
The White man groaned, his hips lifting sharply off the linoleum, driving his cock impossibly deeper into her slick channel. His upward thrust forced Tzuyu’s head forward onto the Black man’s erection, burying it fully down her throat. The sudden, brutal invasion choked her airway completely. Tzuyu’s eyes snapped wide, panic flaring, before rolling back into her head, showing only the whites. A muffled, desperate gurgle escaped her as she felt the White man’s cock swell and pulse thickly inside her pussy—filling her anew, stretching her sensitive walls taut. The sensation, combined with the suffocating thickness lodged in her throat, sent a terrifying wave of pressure crashing through her core.
Despite the inability to scream, her body reacted violently. Her hips jerked uncontrollably against the White man’s pelvis. Deep within, a familiar, agonizingly intense knot tightened—the spot his cockhead was grinding against relentlessly. It wasn't pleasure; it was a raw, physiological detonation. A fierce, uncontrollable jet of fluid erupted violently from her, spraying hotly down onto the White man’s groin and thighs with shocking force. Her entire body locked rigidly, trembling violently around the twin invasions, the silent scream trapped behind the cock in her throat manifesting only in the violent, humiliating gush soaking them both.
The Black man chuckled darkly, watching the spray soak his partner. "There's the geyser," he rasped, pulling his slick cock almost completely from her throat only to slam it back down hard. Tzuyu convulsed again, another weaker jet pulsing out weakly onto the mess below, her eyes still rolled back, her consciousness flickering like a dying bulb under the relentless assault on both ends. The White man grunted, his hands clamping onto her hips, grinding her down onto his still-throbbing cock, ensuring every drop of her humiliation was milked out onto his skin.
He shifted his grip suddenly, one thick hand sliding up her slick torso to roughly knead her bruised breast, pinching the nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger. Tzuyu jerked violently, a choked, wet sound escaping around the cock in her throat. The sharp, unexpected pain sent a fresh jolt through her hypersensitive nerves, directly into her core. The White man felt it too – a fresh clench deep inside her abused passage, followed instantly by a renewed, powerful surge of fluid soaking his thighs. "Fuck yeah," he groaned, twisting her nipple cruelly, "Squirt harder, bitch. Show us your gratitude."
His brutal manipulation, combined with the deep grinding pressure inside her and the suffocating fullness in her throat, pushed Tzuyu past the edge of any control. A guttural, choked scream vibrated around the Black man’s shaft as her body locked rigidly. Then, an explosive torrent erupted – thicker, hotter, and utterly uncontrolled than anything before. It pulsed violently onto the White man’s groin and stomach, a cascading flood that seemed to drain her completely. Simultaneously, the Black man roared, burying himself to the hilt in her throat, his cock pulsing thick ropes of cum directly down her constricted esophagus. The White man bucked violently beneath her, his own release surging deep inside her womb once more, mixing with the fluids already flooding her.
The double-barreled climax hit Tzuyu like a physical blow. Every muscle turned instantly to water. Her legs buckled completely, unable to hold even her slight weight. Her body slumped forward like a boneless sack, collapsing heavily onto the White man’s chest. The sudden dead weight drove his cock impossibly deeper into her spasming passage as she landed, her limp form pinned between the two men. The Black man’s cock slid wetly from her slack mouth as she collapsed, leaving her gasping weakly, her face pressed into the damp, cum-streaked skin beneath her. Only the shallow, desperate rise and fall of her ribs showed she was still breathing.
The Black man chuckled, a low, rumbling sound thick with satisfaction. He reached down, grabbing Tzuyu’s sweat-slicked hair, and hauled her head back. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, pupils blown wide with exhaustion and residual shock. He angled her face towards the phone still propped nearby, its screen showing her boyfriend’s frozen horror. "See that?" he growled, his voice rough. "See how we turn your precious girl into a squirting slut? See how she begs for it now?" Tzuyu whimpered, a weak, broken sound, her eyelids fluttering as she tried and failed to focus on the screen. Her body trembled violently against the White man’s chest, tiny aftershocks still rippling through her.
The Black man released her hair, letting her head loll forward again. He exchanged a look with the White man sprawled beneath Tzuyu’s limp form. "She’s done," the White man stated flatly, shifting slightly under her weight. "For now." The Black man nodded slowly, his gaze flicking back to the phone. "We still have another surprise planned for you, loverboy," he said, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Something… special. But this little slut? She needs rest." He prodded Tzuyu’s unresponsive thigh with a thick finger. "Can’t let her die from endless sex before the main event, can we?" His laughter was harsh, echoing in the humid room. "Wouldn’t be fair to deprive you of the grand finale."
He hauled Tzuyu off the White man with surprising ease, her body sliding wetly onto the cold linoleum. Before she could curl in on herself, the Black man gripped her shoulders, dragging her limp form across the slick floor towards a sturdy metal frame bolted to the wall – a simple structure of pipes resembling scaffolding. The White man followed, stretching his arms as he walked. Together, they lifted Tzuyu upright. Her knees buckled instantly, but the Black man held her torso while the White man seized her wrists. He pulled her arms high above her head and swiftly secured them to the top bar of the frame with thick leather cuffs, leaving her suspended, toes barely brushing the floor. Her head lolled forward, hair obscuring her face, her body trembling violently in the forced posture.
The White man crouched behind her. He gripped her hips firmly, forcing them back. Tzuyu whimpered weakly as the sudden movement forced a thick bubble of air mixed with viscous fluid to escape her gaping vagina with a low, wet "pfffrrrrrt". It hung in the humid air for a second before dissipating. Simultaneously, a slow, thick stream of semen trickled down the inside of her bruised thigh, joining the pool beneath her dangling feet. The White man chuckled darkly, tracing a finger along the swollen, distended rim of her anus. "Look at that," he murmured, pressing inward slightly. Another softer "pfft" escaped from her asshole, followed by a trickle of milky fluid leaking onto the floor. "Both holes singing for us."
The White organizer stepped back, retrieving Tzuyu’s phone. He tapped the screen, reactivating the video call, and held it inches from her downturned face. Her boyfriend’s horrified expression filled the tiny display. The Black man grabbed a fistful of her tangled hair, jerking her head up sharply. Tzuyu’s eyes fluttered open, bleary and unfocused, struggling to register the screen. "Look at him," the Black man commanded, his voice low and menacing. He tightened his grip, forcing her gaze directly onto the phone. "Tell him. Tell your precious boyfriend exactly what you are now."
A ragged breath shuddered through Tzuyu. Her lips moved silently for a moment, forming words that wouldn’t come. Then, with a desperate, final surge of fading consciousness, she whispered, thick and slurred, "I… I am their slut." Tears welled in her swollen eyes, spilling over onto her bruised cheeks. "I… am sorry." The apology hung heavy in the humid air, a broken whisper directed at the tiny image of her boyfriend. Her eyelids fluttered closed again, her head sagging forward despite the painful grip in her hair. The trembling subsided into shallow, rhythmic breaths; she was utterly spent, drifting into oblivion while suspended, exposed, and utterly owned.
The Black man released her hair, letting her head slump forward onto her chest. He exchanged a satisfied glance with the White organizer, who lowered the phone, ending the call with a tap. "Out cold," the White man observed, tracing a finger down Tzuyu’s sweat-slicked spine. "Good. Needs to recharge." The Black man chuckled, stepping back to admire their handiwork – the unconscious idol suspended like a trophy, skin gleaming with sweat and fluids, limbs trembling faintly even in sleep. "Plenty more planned," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her bound wrists and the vulnerable curve of her throat. "The grand finale requires a well-rested slut."
The White organizer moved closer, his fingers brushing lightly over Tzuyu’s exposed clit. It twitched faintly beneath his touch. He pressed harder, circling the swollen nub with deliberate pressure. Tzuyu’s body jerked in her restraints, a low moan escaping her slack lips despite her unconsciousness. A thin, hot jet of fluid sprayed weakly onto the floor beneath her dangling feet. "Look," the White man grinned, stepping back to avoid the spray. "Her pussy’s still responsive, even unconscious. Like a live wire."
The Black man nodded, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He walked towards the chrome penetration machine humming faintly in the corner. "Slow power," he said, adjusting a heavy dial with a thick click. "Gentle rhythm. Enough to keep her wet… keep her primed." He disconnected the thick hose from its cleaning reservoir, the nozzle dripping viscous lubricant onto the linoleum. "Wouldn’t want her drying out before the main event." He hefted the machine’s articulated arm, its polished steel glinting under the harsh lights.
He positioned the dual-headed attachment between Tzuyu’s spread legs. The White man gripped her hips firmly, holding her steady despite her limpness. The Black man pressed the cold, lubricated tips against her gaping, swollen openings. Tzuyu whimpered softly in her sleep, her hips shifting weakly away from the intrusion. The Black man ignored her, securing the machine’s base firmly against the floor. With a final, heavy 'clunk', he locked it into place. He flipped a switch. A low, rhythmic hum filled the room as the machine began its slow, insistent pistoning – a gentle, relentless reminder deep inside her unconscious body that her ordeal was far from over.
The White organizer approached Tzuyu’s suspended form. He retrieved a thick strip of black silk from a nearby tray – the blindfold forgotten earlier. He unfolded it deliberately, the fabric whispering softly. Standing directly in front of her, he lifted her chin gently. Tzuyu’s head lolled back, her slack mouth slightly open, her breathing shallow and even. He carefully smoothed the cool silk over her closed eyelids, tying it securely at the back of her head. The darkness enveloped her completely, isolating her further in her exhaustion. Beneath the blindfold, her eyelids fluttered faintly. The machine’s steady thrusts continued, a metronome against the wet sounds filling the humid air.
The Black organizer moved to the chrome penetration machine humming beside Tzuyu. He knelt, examining the pooling fluids beneath her suspended feet – a viscous mixture soaking the linoleum. He traced a finger through the mess, lifting it coated in shimmering strands. "Look at this," he murmured, his voice low and thick. "Like a goddamn hamster wheel stuck on leak." He wiped his finger clean on her trembling thigh, leaving a glistening smear. The White organizer chuckled darkly, stepping closer to observe the unconscious idol. "River’s still flowing," he noted, watching a fresh rivulet trace its way down her inner thigh to join the puddle below. "Even asleep, she’s a fountain."
The Black organizer stood, his gaze fixed on Tzuyu’s slack face beneath the blindfold. He reached out, pressing his thumb against her lower lip. Her mouth yielded passively. "Think she’s dreaming?" he mused, pushing his thumb deeper until it brushed against her teeth. "Dreaming of cock? Dreaming of us?" The White organizer shrugged.
"Let’s wake her up," the Black man said, his hand already holding a sleek metal cattle prod humming with latent energy. "Okay," the White man replied, grabbing a thick leather belt coiled like a snake on a nearby tray. He unspooled it with a sharp snap that echoed in the humid room. The Black organizer jammed the cattle prod against Tzuyu’s inner thigh. Blue-white sparks crackled across her skin. Tzuyu’s body jackknifed violently against her restraints, a raw, choked scream tearing from her throat as her eyes snapped wide beneath the silk blindfold. Simultaneously, the White organizer swung the belt hard across her exposed ribs. The leather cracked like a gunshot, leaving an angry crimson welt instantly.
Tzuyu thrashed wildly, her suspended body twisting against the leather cuffs. "Stop! Please!" she gasped, her voice shredded and thick with sleep-disorientation. The Black organizer pressed the prod against her hip bone, sending another jagged bolt of electricity through her. Her spine arched impossibly backward, muscles locking rigid. "Who owns you?" he demanded, his voice a low growl. Before she could form words, the White organizer whipped the belt diagonally across her stomach. Tzuyu shrieked, her legs kicking uselessly in the air. "You! You own me!" she sobbed, saliva dripping from her chin.
The White organizer stepped behind her, raising the belt high. "Louder!" he commanded. The Black organizer pressed the prod’s tip against her clit. Tzuyu screamed, a desperate, ragged sound. "YOU OWN ME!" she bellowed, her voice cracking with terror. The belt descended with brutal force across her shoulder blades. The leather kissed flesh with a sickening thwack. Tzuyu convulsed, her body jerking like a marionette. "Good slut," the Black organizer murmured, withdrawing the prod. Tzuyu hung limp again, trembling violently, fresh tears soaking the blindfold, her breath coming in frantic, shallow gasps. The machine continued its relentless, gentle pistoning beneath her.
The White organizer circled her suspended form slowly, his boots squelching softly in the fluids pooled beneath her feet. He stopped directly in front of her, his shadow falling over her trembling body. He leaned close, his breath hot against her ear, smelling faintly of stale coffee and sweat. His fingers traced the damp silk covering her eyes. "Tell us," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rasp that cut through her ragged breathing. "How was your rest? What are you dreaming about?" His thumb pressed gently against her jawbone, forcing her head up slightly.
Tzuyu’s lips parted, a sticky strand of saliva connecting them. Her voice was thick, slurred, barely audible over the machine’s rhythmic hum and the wet sounds beneath her. "I... I was dreaming..." she gasped, her hips jerking weakly as the machine pistoned deeper. "Dreaming... being fucked... by two of u..." The admission hung in the humid air, thick with shame. Before she could finish the stammered confession, the Black organizer’s belt cracked across the backs of her thighs. The leather bit deep, leaving an immediate crimson stripe. Tzuyu shrieked, her body convulsing against her restraints.
"Tell us the details," the Black man growled, circling her suspended form like a predator, the belt dangling loosely in his hand now. "Every filthy dream." The White organizer didn’t wait. He knelt beside the chrome machine, fingers twisting the heavy dial on its base with a sharp 'clunk'. Instantly, the gentle pistoning transformed into a brutal, jackhammer rhythm. The machine slammed into Tzuyu with violent force. Her spine arched backward in a terrifying curve, muscles straining against the leather cuffs. Her head snapped back, a silent scream tearing from her throat as her body became a taut bowstring vibrating under the assault.
The details spilled out in ragged, desperate bursts between the machine’s punishing thrusts. "H-harder!" Tzuyu gasped, her voice cracking. "U... filling me... both holes! Making me... leak!" Her confession triggered another violent response. Her hips bucked wildly against the machine’s relentless drive. Deep inside, the brutal tempo found its mark. A fierce, uncontrollable jet erupted from her, spraying hotly onto the floor with shocking intensity—far stronger than before. It pulsed violently, soaking her bruised thighs and the pooling mess below, a humiliating fountain timed perfectly to the machine’s piston-like rhythm.
The White organizer watched the torrent, a predatory smile spreading across his face. "Louder," he commanded, his voice icy. "Tell him *why* you need it." His hand shot out, delivering a stinging slap across Tzuyu’s cheek. The sharp crack echoed, snapping her head sideways against the restraints. Simultaneously, the Black organizer twisted the dial further. The machine roared, pistons slamming into her like a supercar hitting maximum acceleration—deep, brutal, impossibly fast. It hammered against her deepest spot relentlessly. Tzuyu’s spine arched impossibly backward, a raw, primal scream tearing from her throat: "FUCK ME! I NEED COCK! FUCK ME HARDER!"
The Black organizer stepped close, his breath hot on her ear. "Not good enough," he growled, grabbing her chin roughly. "Degrade him. Degrade yourself." Tzuyu’s eyes widened beneath the blindfold, terror mixing with desperate arousal. The machine pounded mercilessly, forcing another gush from her trembling body. "He... he can’t!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and shattered. "His cock... tiny! Pathetic! Never... never made me leak... like this! Only you... only you can!" Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking the blindfold as humiliation washed over her in waves thicker than the fluids soaking her legs.
The Black organizer chuckled, a low rumble of satisfaction. He nodded to the White organizer, who retrieved Tzuyu’s phone. He reactivated the call, holding the screen inches from her blindfolded face. "Say it to him," the Black man ordered, his grip tightening on her jaw. Tzuyu whimpered, the machine’s brutal rhythm never ceasing. "Y-you hear?" she sobbed, directing her words at the unseen horror on the screen. "I’m... their fountain! Their slut! Your... your useless cock... never... never filled me!" Her voice broke completely as another violent jet pulsed out, punctuating her degradation—a final, humiliating testament screamed directly at her boyfriend.
The White organizer lowered the phone, ending the call. He traced a finger over Tzuyu’s trembling lips. "Beg properly," he commanded softly. "Beg for what you truly crave." Tzuyu’s head lolled weakly. "Please," she gasped, her voice raw and broken, "fuck me... daddy... fuck me master..." The words hung thick and desperate. The Black organizer seized her hair, wrenching her head back. "Louder!" he roared, delivering a stinging slap across her cheek. "Tell us *why* you’re worthless!" Tears soaked the silk blindfold as she choked out, "Because... I’m... empty without cock! Just... just a leaky hole... begging to be filled!"
The White organizer twisted the machine’s dial further. Its pistons hammered faster, deeper, transforming her body into a shuddering vessel. Tzuyu arched violently, her scream dissolving into a guttural sob. "I’m... trash!" she confessed, the words ripped from her. "Filthy... dripping... trash!" Her hips bucked wildly against the machine’s relentless drive. Another explosive torrent erupted, thicker and hotter than before, spraying across the Black organizer’s boots. He watched, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Exactly," he murmured, wiping the fluid onto her thigh. "Degraded. Used. Ours."
The Black organizer’s hand slammed onto the machine’s power switch. The brutal hum died instantly. Silence crashed into the room, thick and startling. The sudden stillness was jarring—no vibration, no relentless pressure. Tzuyu gasped, her suspended body jerking as if startled awake. Then, without warning, her core clenched violently. A powerful, uncontrolled jet erupted from her gaping vagina—a torrential cascade soaking her bruised thighs and splattering onto the linoleum with shocking force. It pulsed rhythmically, a humiliating fountain triggered solely by the abrupt absence of the machine’s filling intrusion. She whimpered, her head lolling forward, utterly exposed in the sudden quiet.
The White organizer stepped directly in front of her suspended form. He gripped his thick, glistening cock, already hard again. He pressed the swollen head firmly against her slick, swollen entrance, teasing the stretched rim without penetrating. Tzuyu gasped sharply, her hips instinctively jerking forward against his touch—a desperate reflex. Behind her, the Black organizer pressed his rigid length firmly against the cleft of her ass, grinding slowly against her cheeks. "You want this so bad, baby?" he growled, his voice thick with mocking desire. His fingers dug into her hips. "This... is our final phase. Your punishment ends if..." He paused, emphasizing the condition. "...you promise no protests. No tears. Just acceptance."
Tzuyu’s blindfolded face tilted weakly towards the voice behind her. Her lips trembled. "I... agree," she whispered, the words thick with exhaustion and surrender. Her voice gained a desperate strength. "I am your slut. Do... whatever you want, Master." The admission hung heavy, a final relinquishment. The White organizer chuckled, low and satisfied. "Good girl," he murmured, pressing his cockhead harder against her entrance. The Black organizer shifted his hips, aligning himself against her asshole. Tzuyu braced, trembling violently, awaiting the final invasion.
Without warning, the White organizer gripped her hips and drove forward—not into her ass, but deep into her already stretched, slick vagina. Tzuyu gasped sharply, her body arching against the leather restraints. Before she could process it, the Black organizer pressed his thick crown against her *same* opening, forcing it against the White organizer’s shaft already buried inside her. Tzuyu’s eyes snapped wide beneath the silk. "No!" she shrieked, panic shredding her voice. "No no no! Don’t—it’s too much! My pussy will break!" Her hips jerked uselessly away, muscles straining against the inevitable. The Black organizer ignored her, applying relentless pressure as he pushed into the impossibly tight space alongside his partner’s cock. Tzuyu screamed—a raw, guttural sound of agony—as her vaginal walls stretched beyond their limit, burning like torn silk. "STOP! PLEASE! IT'S TEARING! IT'S TEARING APART!" she sobbed, her body convulsing against the dual intrusion.
The Black organizer sank deeper, his thick shaft sliding alongside the White organizer’s inside her ravaged passage. Tzuyu’s screams dissolved into choked, wet gasps. Her vaginal walls pulsed violently around the invading cocks, a spasm of protest that only intensified the searing friction. "Burns... burns..." she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Like... fire... inside... tearing..." Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking the blindfold. The White organizer groaned, shifting his hips to grind deeper against her, forcing her to accommodate both of them fully. Tzuyu’s head thrashed side to side, suspended wrists straining against the cuffs. "Hurts... Master... please... too big..." she begged, her voice a shattered whisper lost beneath the wet, squelching rhythm of their thrusts.
The Black organizer chuckled, a dark rumble vibrating through Tzuyu’s core. "Feel that?" he growled, pistoning harder. "Her cunt’s clamping down... trying to push us out." Tzuyu whimpered, her body trembling violently as the dual intrusion stretched her beyond endurance. Deep inside, her muscles convulsed again—a fierce, involuntary clench desperate to expel the invaders. But the thick shafts filled her completely, leaving no space. A muffled gurgle escaped her lips as the pressure built, trapped and agonizing. "She’s trying to squirt," the White organizer observed, his voice tight with exertion. "But she’s plugged tight. Can’t release." Tzuyu gasped, nodding frantically, her hips jerking uselessly against the relentless penetration. "Can’t... breathe..." she choked out. "Too... full..."
The Black organizer pulled back sharply, withdrawing his cock entirely. Instantly, the White organizer followed suit, sliding out with a slick, wet pop. Tzuyu’s body arched violently, a ragged gasp tearing from her throat as the crushing pressure vanished. For a split second, her gaping entrance hung open, slick and swollen—utterly empty. Then, with explosive force, a thick, pressurized torrent erupted from her depths. It sprayed violently onto the floorboards, hitting the linoleum with a sharp splatter—a hot, uncontrollable jet that pulsed rhythmically, soaking her thighs and pooling beneath her dangling feet. Tzuyu’s head snapped back, a silent scream of relief twisting her features beneath the blindfold.
Before the final pulse faded, the Black organizer slammed back inside her stretched passage with brutal force. The White organizer followed instantly, driving deep alongside him. Their cocks plunged back into the slick emptiness, filling her completely once more. Tzuyu’s cry of release choked off into a sharp gasp of renewed agony. Her vaginal walls clenched desperately around the invading shafts, already triggering the next unbearable build-up. The Black organizer laughed, a harsh sound echoing in the humid room. "Again," he commanded, setting the rhythm: deep, synchronized thrusts building pressure—sudden withdrawal—the violent, humiliating release—then the brutal, filling slam back inside. Over and over, turning her body into a broken, leaking pump.
The Black organizer gripped Tzuyu’s jaw, forcing her blindfolded face towards him. His breath was hot and sour against her ear. "You love this, don’t you?" he demanded, punctuating his words with a sharp, grinding thrust that made her gasp. "Tell us how it feels." Tzuyu whimpered, her voice shredded. "It... burns," she confessed, tears soaking the silk. "Deep inside... tearing... like glass shredding me open... every thrust..." Her hips jerked weakly against the rhythm. "Hurts... so much... Master... please..."
The White organizer chuckled behind her, his hands tightening on her hips. "But?" he prompted, his voice silky with menace. He withdrew sharply with his partner, triggering another explosive torrent that sprayed hotly onto the floor. Before she could recover, they slammed back inside simultaneously. Tzuyu screamed—a sound that dissolved into a shuddering moan. "...but..." she gasped, her body trembling violently as the dual shafts filled her completely again. "...it feels... full... so full..." Her voice dropped to a desperate whisper. "...and... right now... deep... hitting... that spot... swollen... sensitive..." She arched against her restraints, a choked sob escaping her. "...it feels... so... good... Master... please... don't stop..."
The Black organizer laughed, low and triumphant. He slammed deeper, grinding against her cervix. "Louder!" he roared. Tzuyu obeyed, her voice cracking with raw need: "Feels... hot... burning... tearing... but... oh god... it feels... perfect! Filling me... owning me... making me... leak... like... like a good slut!" Her confession triggered another violent eruption, soaking her thighs as the organizers thrust harder, faster, claiming her broken body’s final surrender.
The White organizer groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Close..." he gasped, fingers digging into her hips. Tzuyu felt his cock swell inside her, pulsing against her deepest walls. The Black organizer snarled, "Cum together... fill her!" He slammed into her with brutal force, triggering Tzuyu’s own shuddering climax—a weak, gushing spray that mingled with the torrent already pooling beneath her. Then, simultaneously, the White organizer buried himself to the hilt, unleashing thick ropes deep into her womb while the Black organizer roared, pumping his release directly against her cervix in hot, pulsing bursts. Tzuyu screamed, her body convulsing violently against the restraints as the scalding flood overwhelmed her.
Silence crashed back, broken only by Tzuyu’s ragged sobs and the wet drip-drip-drip beneath her suspended feet. The Black organizer withdrew first, his cock slick and glistening. The White organizer followed, leaving her gaping entrance exposed, twitching weakly. Tzuyu hung limp, blindfolded face tilted downward, tears and saliva soaking the silk.
"Rest period's over," the Black organizer announced, his voice thick with exertion. He moved behind her, grabbing her bruised hips roughly. "Time for the grand finale." His partner knelt, retrieving a heavy glass bottle filled with viscous, amber liquid. He poured a thick stream over her puckered rosebud, the coolness making Tzuyu flinch. "Lubricant," he stated flatly. "Industrial grade. For *contravention*." He coated his fingers thickly, then pressed two firmly against her tight ring. Tzuyu gasped, her body tensing. "No... please... not there..." she whimpered, her voice a shredded whisper. "It’s too
small..."
The White organizer ignored Tzuyu's hoarse plea, pressing his thickly lubricated thumb deep into her resisting anus with a wet pop. She cried out, her suspended body jerking against the leather restraints as he worked the digit in cruel circles, stretching the tight ring while the Black organizer poured more amber fluid down her cleft. "Shut up and relax," the Black man commanded, slapping her ass cheek hard enough to leave a crimson handprint. He coated his rigid cock with the industrial lubricant, its chemical tang sharp in the humid air. Tzuyu whimpered, her knotted muscles yielding under the brutal preparation as the White organizer added a second finger, scissoring her mercilessly. "She's ready," he grunted, withdrawing his fingers to reveal her gaping, glistening hole
.
The Black organizer positioned himself behind Tzuyu, his swollen tip pressing against her abused entrance. Simultaneously, the White organizer gripped his own cock, slick with her fluids, and pressed it firmly alongside his partner’s against the same stretched opening. Tzuyu screamed, "NO! IT WON’T FIT—" before they drove forward in unison with a savage thrust. Her anus tore open around both invading shafts, a searing burst of agony ripping through her as they buried themselves to the hilt in a single motion. Tzuyu’s body snapped rigid, a silent scream contorting her blindfolded face as her bowels convulsed around the impossible intrusion. "Breathe, slut," the Black organizer snarled, grinding deeper. "Take your masters’ cocks."
Tzuyu gasped, her voice shredded and wet. "Hurts... burns... ripping me... inside out..." Yet even as she whimpered, her vaginal walls clenched violently. A thick jet erupted from her gaping pussy, spraying hot fluid onto the floorboards—utterly untouched, spasming around empty air. The White organizer laughed, his hips pistoning against her asshole. "Liar," he hissed, fingers digging into her hips. "Your cunt’s weeping for cock. See?" Another pulse of fluid gushed freely, splattering her thighs. "Your body knows its purpose." Tzuyu sobbed, her vaginal muscles fluttering uselessly as another torrent escaped. "I... I can’t stop... leaking..."
The Black organizer slammed harder, his cockhead grinding against her prostate. "Truth time," he growled. "You love being our broken fountain." Tzuyu shook her head wildly, tears soaking the silk. "No! It hurts... tearing... please—" Her protest choked off as her pussy convulsed again, unleashing a fierce arc of fluid that hit the Black organizer’s shin. He chuckled darkly. "Your holes tell the real story." He withdrew abruptly, dragging his cock halfway out before slamming back in alongside his partner’s shaft. Tzuyu’s scream dissolved into a guttural moan—her untouched vagina answered with a shuddering gush that pooled beneath her swaying feet.
The White organizer seized her hair, wrenching her head back. "Beg for our cum," he demanded, pistoning deeper. Tzuyu’s lips trembled. "Fill me!" she gasped, the words thick with shame. "Please... breed me... Masters!" Her confession ignited a fresh torrent from her gaping pussy, splattering the floor in hot pulses. The Black organizer groaned, his rhythm faltering. "Almost there... gonna flood this greedy hole." Tzuyu whimpered, her body torn between agony and the deep, throbbing pleasure blooming beneath the brutality. Her hips jerked weakly forward, seeking more even as her ass burned like torn silk.
"NOW!" the Black organizer roared. Together, they buried themselves to the hilt. Tzuyu’s spine arched violently as twin bursts of scalding heat flooded her bowels—thick, pulsing jets that made her gasp. Her vaginal walls clenched around nothing, triggering a final, violent eruption that sprayed across the White organizer’s thighs. Tzuyu’s mouth hung open in a silent scream, blindfolded face tilted skyward as the organizers emptied themselves deep inside her.
They withdrew slowly, leaving her suspended and gaping. Tzuyu sagged against the cuffs, trembling uncontrollably. Fluid—a mix of semen, lubricant, and her own release—dripped steadily from her ruined asshole.
The White organizer gripped her hips, turning her limp body to face him. "Again," he commanded flatly. Before Tzuyu could protest, both men slammed back into her vagina simultaneously, stretching her swollen entrance around their thick shafts. Tzuyu screamed—a hoarse, tearing sound—as they pistoned in brutal unison, filling her womb with another scalding flood before pulling out. Fluid gushed freely from her gaping
hole.
Immediately, they repositioned. The Black organizer forced his cock deep into her aching asshole, followed instantly by the White organizer squeezing his shaft alongside it. Tzuyu choked on a sob as her rectal passage stretched beyond endurance, tearing anew. They hammered into her bowels relentlessly until, with twin groans, they emptied another torrent of cum inside her convulsing depths.
They withdrew abruptly, leaving her gaping holes dripping. Before Tzuyu could even gasp, they slammed back into her vagina simultaneously. Her abused entrance yielded weakly to their brutal invasion. The pistoning resumed—deep, punishing thrusts—until she felt the scalding flood fill her womb again. Released once more, Tzuyu sagged forward violently. Only the leather cuffs biting into her wrists kept her suspended body from collapsing onto the wet floor. Her muscles trembled uncontrollably, utterly
spent.
The White organizer circled her limp form, tracing cold fingers over her bruised hip. "Weak," he murmured, his voice thick with contempt. "Pathetic." Tzuyu whimpered, her blindfolded face drooping lower. "Yes... Master..." she breathed, the admission barely audible. Her knees buckled instinctively, but the restraints held her upright—a puppet dangling by shredded strings.
The Black organizer seized her jaw, forcing her head up. "Again?" he demanded, his thumb pressing hard against her split lip. Tzuyu’s eyelids fluttered beneath the silk. Her body screamed protest, but her voice emerged as a broken whisper: "Please... Masters..." Her hips jerked feebly, an automatic response burned deep into her ravaged nerves. Fluid trickled down her inner thighs, pooling beneath her dangling toes—a silent testament to the relentless cycle breaking her.
They obliged without hesitation. Simultaneous penetration—vaginal, then anal, then vaginal again—each invasion a fresh agony layered over exhaustion. Tzuyu’s screams dissolved into wet, choking gasps as they emptied themselves inside her womb, her bowels, her womb once more. The final withdrawal left her suspended like discarded meat, wrists straining against the leather cuffs—the only anchor keeping her ravaged body upright. Her muscles trembled violently, utterly spent. Fluid dripped steadily from her gaping holes onto the slick floor.
Silence stretched, thick and humid. Tzuyu hung limp, blindfolded face tilted downward. Her breathing hitched—shallow, ragged pulls of air. The organizers circled her, boots scraping wet concrete. "Cycle complete," the White man announced flatly. Tzuyu whimpered, a weak sound swallowed by the dripping quiet. Her body felt liquid, boneless—a vessel drained, used, abandoned. Only the cruel bite of the cuffs kept her upright, suspending her jelly-like form above the mess she’d become.
The Black organizer moved behind her. Rough fingers worked the leather restraints binding her wrists. They snapped open with a dull click. Tzuyu gasped—a sharp intake of breath—as her arms dropped uselessly to her sides. Her legs buckled instantly. She crumpled forward, a dead weight collapsing against the Black organizer’s bare chest. He grunted, catching her effortlessly, his thick arms wrapping around her waist. She felt small against him, utterly spent, her head lolling onto his shoulder like a broken doll. Her skin was slick with sweat and fluids, cool against his heat. He didn't speak, just turned, carrying her slumped form towards the far wall.
He lowered her with surprising care onto the cold concrete floor. Her legs sprawled bonelessly apart. He retrieved thick leather straps, securing each ankle firmly to iron rings embedded in the wall, spreading her obscenely wide. Her arms were pulled up above her head, wrists fastened to another set of rings. The posture forced her torso upright, slumped slightly forward. Her chin rested heavily on her own chest, blindfolded face hidden. Her breathing remained shallow, uneven. Every muscle trembled faintly—a hummingbird trapped in a cage of exhaustion. The position exposed her utterly: gaping holes glistening, thighs streaked with drying fluids, a ruined map of their ownership.
The White organizer approached Tzuyu’s restrained form. In his right hand, he held an obscene silicone octopus, its thick tentacles writhing around a central shaft thicker than a man’s forearm. In his left, he gripped a brutal string of bull anal beads, each black sphere a solid 9 centimeters in diameter, ending in a heavy metal ring. He knelt silently between her spread legs. The cold air-conditioning hummed faintly overhead. Tzuyu flinched as the first cold, slippery bead pressed against her gaping asshole. "What..." she slurred weakly, head lolling. "Master?"
The Black organizer leaned over her shoulder, his rough fingers finding the silk knot of her blindfold. With a sharp tug, the fabric fell away. Tzuyu blinked rapidly against the sudden glare of fluorescent lights. Her bleary eyes focused slowly on the grotesque silicone monstrosity hovering inches from her ravaged vagina. Her lips parted. "No," she whispered, her voice cracked and frail. "That... won't fit... please..." The White organizer ignored her, pressing the first cold bead relentlessly into her stretched hole. The Black organizer chuckled low in her ear, his breath hot. "Quiet."
Tzuyu watched in mute horror as the White organizer pushed bead after bead deep into her rectum, the heavy ring clinking against the concrete floor beneath her. Simultaneously, he positioned the thick tentacled head against her vaginal entrance. She whimpered, a dry rasp escaping her throat. "Master... it's too... big..." Her protest dissolved into a choked gasp as the White organizer shoved the silicone monstrosity brutally inside her. Her vaginal walls screamed in protest, stretched impossibly wide around the invading mass. Her hips jerked uselessly against the restraints. The Black organizer gripped her jaw, forcing her to watch. "Look," he commanded. Tzuyu’s eyes widened in terrified fascination as the tentacles began to writhe mechanically against her inner walls.
The Black organizer leaned close, his voice a low rumble vibrating against her ear. "We need to make sure our mixed cum didn't flood out," he stated flatly, his fingers tracing the obscene bulge stretching her lower abdomen. "These two things"—he gestured at the buried anal beads and the pulsating silicone mass—"will go inside and hold our mixed cum to out from ur gaping holes." Tzuyu whimpered, understanding dawning. The beads plugged her asshole; the tentacled monstrosity expanded and pulsed, forming a grotesque internal cork sealing her womb. She felt impossibly full, stretched beyond endurance, yet horrifyingly contained. Her vaginal muscles fluttered weakly against the silicone prison, triggering a sharp pang of trapped sensation deep within her pelvis.
A low vibration started deep inside the silicone plug. Tzuyu gasped as the tentacles intensified their writhing motion, massaging her cervix and inner walls with relentless, alien pressure. Simultaneously, the anal beads began a slow, rhythmic rotation deep in her bowels. Tzuyu’s back arched off the concrete floor. "No... oh god... it’s... moving..." she choked out, her voice thick with panic and a terrifying, building pressure. The vibrations intensified, the tentacles kneading her deepest nerves while the beads twisted inside her rectum. Her body trembled violently, trapped between the restraints and the dual internal assault. A muffled gurgle escaped her lips as her womb clenched futilely against the silicone barrier. Fluid tried to escape her vagina, but met only unyielding resistance; her asshole strained against the thick beads, utterly contained.
The White organizer knelt beside her, his expression impassive. He pressed a button on a small remote. The tentacles inside her suddenly pulsed with fierce suction, pulling relentlessly against her cervix while the vibration intensified to a brutal hum. Tzuyu screamed—a raw, ragged sound tearing from her throat—as her body convulsed violently against the straps. Her hips bucked, her spine arched impossibly high, suspended only by the leather cuffs. Deep inside, the trapped pressure built to a crescendo, a volcanic agony of denied release centered on her womb and bowels. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gasped, "Hurts... too full... bursting... Masters... please!" Her plea echoed in the sterile room, unanswered, as the machines inside her continued their cruel, holding rhythm.
The Black organizer moved to stand above her restrained head, his shadow falling across her tear-streaked face. He unzipped his fly, freeing his still-hard cock. "Open," he commanded, his voice devoid of inflection. Tzuyu’s lips trembled, her eyes wide with dawning horror. "Master... no..." she whimpered weakly. He gripped her jaw, forcing it open wide. "This," he stated flatly, "is a parting gift." A hot, pungent stream of piss hit the back of her throat. Tzuyu gagged violently, choking as the acrid fluid flooded her mouth. She tried to turn her head, but his grip was iron. The stream intensified, splashing over her cheeks, nose, and eyelids, soaking her hair and pooling in the hollow of her throat. "Swallow," he ordered, his piss flowing relentlessly. Tzuyu choked, convulsed, and finally obeyed, gulping down the bitter torrent as it flowed.
Beside her, the White organizer unzipped. Without ceremony, he aimed his stream directly onto Tzuyu's face, mixing with the Black organizer’s flow. "Consider it... baptism," he grunted, piss spraying her forehead, blinding her momentarily as it stung her eyes. Tzuyu sputtered, gagged, and swallowed convulsively, unable to escape the dual assault. The warm, salty fluid filled her nostrils, dripped into her ears, matted her hair into dark, wet clumps against the concrete floor. Her body jerked uselessly against the restraints, a trapped animal drowning in the humiliation. "Before we go," the Black organizer stated coldly, his stream finally tapering off, "remember this taste. Remember who owns you." They both stepped back, leaving her gasping, soaked in their urine, the sour reek thick in the air.
The Black organizer retrieved Tzuyu’s phone from a nearby bench. He knelt beside her, ignoring her shuddering breaths and the fluids dripping from her chin. "Smile for your prince," he sneered, positioning the camera. The flash exploded, blinding her anew. The photo captured her in brutal detail: soaked hair plastered to her tear-streaked face, blindfold gone revealing wide, terrified eyes, leather straps straining against her spread ankles and wrists, the obscene bulge of the tentacle plug stretching her lower abdomen, the anal bead ring glinting coldly on the floor beneath her gaping asshole. He typed swiftly, attaching the image. The White organizer leaned in, dictating the message in a flat tone: "This is ur princess right now." The Black organizer hit send, the electronic whoosh slicing through the silence. Tzuyu whimpered, imagining her boyfriend’s horror as the notification lit up his screen.
A week later, the video surfaced anonymously on a dark web forum. Faces blurred—hers into a pixelated void, theirs into shifting shadows—but the details remained stark: the leather restraints, the brutal dual penetration, her convulsions, the jets of fluid spraying with each withdrawal. Comments flooded in beneath the grainy footage. "Her body is like Tzuyu," wrote one user, followed by, "I am masturbating saw this video, felt like i fuck with Tzuyu." Another replied, “That asshole gaping like a gloryhole. Need that." The video spread, ripped and reposted across illicit sites, the blurred faces fueling speculation.
