(IOI's Kang Mina X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1047 words
The club pulses with deep bass and crimson light, casting everything in a sultry glow. You stand near the bar with a drink in hand, watching Mina move through the crowd. Her sheer black and denim dress clings to her body. Her short black bob sways as she laughs with some friends. She looks effortlessly beautiful while having fun.
But you know her secret of the night.
Your thumb rests on the small remote in your pocket. The wireless vibrator buried deep inside her has been on the lowest setting for the past twenty minutes. Every time she shifts her weight or crosses her legs, you can see the subtle tension in her shoulders.
Mina excuses herself from the group and walks toward you. When she reaches your side, she leans in close, lips brushing your ear.
“… it’s getting harder to focus.”
She whispers, her smile both nervous and excited.
“Please… not too strong here.”
She bites her lip after the last word. Her words say one thing, her eyes the opposite. You smile back and click the remote once, bumping it up a level. Mina’s breath hitches. Her fingers tighten around her cocktail glass as the vibrations intensify against her clit and deep inside her.
“Good girl.”
You slide a hand around her waist.
“Keep smiling for everyone.”
You guide her through the crowd, stopping occasionally to chat with people you know. Every few minutes you adjust the intensity - low to medium, then back down - teasing her mercilessly. Mina’s cheeks flush deeper under the pink lighting. Her thighs press together when you turn it up suddenly while she’s mid-conversation with a friend. She bites her lip, nodding politely, but you can see her knees trembling slightly.
By the time you find a quieter corner booth, she’s breathing faster. You pull her onto your lap, her back against your chest, and slide one hand under the table to rest on her thigh.
“Spread your legs a little.”
She obeys, parting her thighs just enough. You turn the vibrator to its highest setting. Mina gasps, gripping your arm hard.
“Ah-fuck…”
She whimpers, barely audible over the music. Her hips twitch involuntarily against you. You keep it there, letting the powerful vibrations wreck her while people mill around just meters away. Her breathing turns into shallow pants. She tries to close her legs, but you hold them open.
“You’re soaking through your panties, aren’t you?”
You whisper against her neck.
“Everyone here thinks you’re just another pretty girl enjoying the party. Only I know you’re about to cum in public like a desperate little slut.”
Mina nods frantically, biting down on her knuckle to stay quiet. Her body starts shaking. You feel the exact moment she tips over, her thighs clamping around your hand as a powerful orgasm crashes through her. She buries her face in your shoulder, muffling a broken moan while her pussy spasms around the toy.
You don’t turn it off. You keep it buzzing as aftershocks roll through her.
“Too much…babe, please-”
She gasps helplessly, but you can teel her body is craving more.
“I can’t… I’m too sensitive…”
Her eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed dark. She’s completely overstimulated. You keep teasing and torturing her with that increasing pleasure. More and more. Higher and higher. You feel her body reacting to it. How warm she feels in your lap. Her breathing changes from helpless little gasps into lust filled, almost angry, huffs.
Mina suddenly grabs your wrist, climbs off your lap and pulls you up.
“Bathroom. Now.”
Her demand sounds shaky and weak, but urgent.
You let her drag you through the crowd toward the private restrooms at the back of the club. The moment the door locks behind you, Mina drops to her knees on the tiled floor, fingers already working your belt open.
“I need it.”
She says, pulling your cock free. It’s rock hard from hours of teasing her.
“I need to taste your cock.”
She doesn’t wait for permission. Her soft lips wrap around the head, sucking greedily as she takes you deeper. The contrast between her elegant club appearance and the filthy way she’s devouring your cock is intoxicating. Spit drips down her chin as she bobs her head, taking you into her throat with wet, desperate sounds.
You groan, threading your fingers through her short hair.
“That’s it. Suck it like the needy girl you are.”
Mina moans around you. The vibrations travel straight down your shaft. She pulls back for air, stroking you fast with one hand while licking along the underside, eyes watering but filled with lust. Then she dives back down, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing.
The vibrator is still buzzing inside her. Every time she moves, it pushes her closer to another edge. She whimpers around your cock, the overstimulation making her thighs shake.
You can’t hold back much longer. You grip her head and start fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts. Mina takes it beautifully, gagging softly but never pulling away, her hands gripping your thighs for support.
“Fuck-Mina…”
She looks up at you with those pretty eyes, silently begging. You thrust deep one last time and cum hard down her throat. She swallows every drop, milking you with her tongue until you’re spent. Even after you finish, she keeps sucking gently, cleaning you thoroughly with soft, loving licks. The vibrator is still going. Mina shudders through another small orgasm on her knees, whimpering around your softening cock.
You finally switch it off and help her to her feet. Her makeup is slightly smudged, lips swollen and glossy. She looks up at you with a wicked smile.
“You’re not the only one who can be mean.”
She whispers, then you feel her hand around your cock. Before you can say something, she strokes your length quickly, her grip tight. You groan and hiss as you are now the one being overstimulated. After your orgasm, your cock is too sensitive to take Mina’s rough handjob. She looks up at you, eyes dark with amusement as she watches you struggle. You bite your lip, trying to stay quiet, but it’s hard with her mercilessly working your soft cock. It’s not gentle at all.
(IOI's Kang Mina X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1047 words
The club pulses with deep bass and crimson light, casting everything in a sultry glow. You stand near the bar with a drink in hand, watching Mina move through the crowd. Her sheer black and denim dress clings to her body. Her short black bob sways as she laughs with some friends. She looks effortlessly beautiful while having fun.
But you know her secret of the night.
Your thumb rests on the small remote in your pocket. The wireless vibrator buried deep inside her has been on the lowest setting for the past twenty minutes. Every time she shifts her weight or crosses her legs, you can see the subtle tension in her shoulders.
Mina excuses herself from the group and walks toward you. When she reaches your side, she leans in close, lips brushing your ear.
“… it’s getting harder to focus.”
She whispers, her smile both nervous and excited.
“Please… not too strong here.”
She bites her lip after the last word. Her words say one thing, her eyes the opposite. You smile back and click the remote once, bumping it up a level. Mina’s breath hitches. Her fingers tighten around her cocktail glass as the vibrations intensify against her clit and deep inside her.
“Good girl.”
You slide a hand around her waist.
“Keep smiling for everyone.”
You guide her through the crowd, stopping occasionally to chat with people you know. Every few minutes you adjust the intensity - low to medium, then back down - teasing her mercilessly. Mina’s cheeks flush deeper under the pink lighting. Her thighs press together when you turn it up suddenly while she’s mid-conversation with a friend. She bites her lip, nodding politely, but you can see her knees trembling slightly.
By the time you find a quieter corner booth, she’s breathing faster. You pull her onto your lap, her back against your chest, and slide one hand under the table to rest on her thigh.
“Spread your legs a little.”
She obeys, parting her thighs just enough. You turn the vibrator to its highest setting. Mina gasps, gripping your arm hard.
“Ah-fuck…”
She whimpers, barely audible over the music. Her hips twitch involuntarily against you. You keep it there, letting the powerful vibrations wreck her while people mill around just meters away. Her breathing turns into shallow pants. She tries to close her legs, but you hold them open.
“You’re soaking through your panties, aren’t you?”
You whisper against her neck.
“Everyone here thinks you’re just another pretty girl enjoying the party. Only I know you’re about to cum in public like a desperate little slut.”
Mina nods frantically, biting down on her knuckle to stay quiet. Her body starts shaking. You feel the exact moment she tips over, her thighs clamping around your hand as a powerful orgasm crashes through her. She buries her face in your shoulder, muffling a broken moan while her pussy spasms around the toy.
You don’t turn it off. You keep it buzzing as aftershocks roll through her.
“Too much…babe, please-”
She gasps helplessly, but you can teel her body is craving more.
“I can’t… I’m too sensitive…”
Her eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed dark. She’s completely overstimulated. You keep teasing and torturing her with that increasing pleasure. More and more. Higher and higher. You feel her body reacting to it. How warm she feels in your lap. Her breathing changes from helpless little gasps into lust filled, almost angry, huffs.
Mina suddenly grabs your wrist, climbs off your lap and pulls you up.
“Bathroom. Now.”
Her demand sounds shaky and weak, but urgent.
You let her drag you through the crowd toward the private restrooms at the back of the club. The moment the door locks behind you, Mina drops to her knees on the tiled floor, fingers already working your belt open.
“I need it.”
She says, pulling your cock free. It’s rock hard from hours of teasing her.
“I need to taste your cock.”
She doesn’t wait for permission. Her soft lips wrap around the head, sucking greedily as she takes you deeper. The contrast between her elegant club appearance and the filthy way she’s devouring your cock is intoxicating. Spit drips down her chin as she bobs her head, taking you into her throat with wet, desperate sounds.
You groan, threading your fingers through her short hair.
“That’s it. Suck it like the needy girl you are.”
Mina moans around you. The vibrations travel straight down your shaft. She pulls back for air, stroking you fast with one hand while licking along the underside, eyes watering but filled with lust. Then she dives back down, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing.
The vibrator is still buzzing inside her. Every time she moves, it pushes her closer to another edge. She whimpers around your cock, the overstimulation making her thighs shake.
You can’t hold back much longer. You grip her head and start fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts. Mina takes it beautifully, gagging softly but never pulling away, her hands gripping your thighs for support.
“Fuck-Mina…”
She looks up at you with those pretty eyes, silently begging. You thrust deep one last time and cum hard down her throat. She swallows every drop, milking you with her tongue until you’re spent. Even after you finish, she keeps sucking gently, cleaning you thoroughly with soft, loving licks. The vibrator is still going. Mina shudders through another small orgasm on her knees, whimpering around your softening cock.
You finally switch it off and help her to her feet. Her makeup is slightly smudged, lips swollen and glossy. She looks up at you with a wicked smile.
“You’re not the only one who can be mean.”
She whispers, then you feel her hand around your cock. Before you can say something, she strokes your length quickly, her grip tight. You groan and hiss as you are now the one being overstimulated. After your orgasm, your cock is too sensitive to take Mina’s rough handjob. She looks up at you, eyes dark with amusement as she watches you struggle. You bite your lip, trying to stay quiet, but it’s hard with her mercilessly working your soft cock. It’s not gentle at all.
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The bass thrummed through the floor of Club Echo, vibrating up through SinB's stiletto heels and settling somewhere in her chest. Strobe lights painted the crowd in fractured snapshots—a raised arm here, a tossed head there, teeth glinting purple then blue then white. The air tasted like vodka and artificial fog, sweet and chemical on her tongue.
She leaned against the VIP section's railing, her black mini dress clinging to her thighs. The dress was new—she'd bought it specifically for tonight, wanting something that didn't scream idol. Something that said she was just another twenty-something letting loose in Hongdae.
"You're smiling like you just won a music show," Yerin shouted over the music, sliding another shot glass across the table.
SinB caught it, the liquid sloshing over her fingers. "Maybe I'm just happy. Is that allowed?"
"When was the last time we all went out? Just us?" Yuna pressed against her other side, her cheeks already flushed pink from two rounds of soju bombs.
"Too long." SinB knocked back the shot. The burn traced a warm line down her throat. "Way too fucking long."
Eunha appeared with another round, her oversized hoodie sleeves pushed up to her elbows. "Someone ordered these. I don't know who. I don't care."
"Probably those guys." Yuna tilted her head toward a group near the bar. Five or six of them, all broad shoulders and fitted black shirts, watching their table with the kind of focus that might've been flattering or unsettling depending on your blood alcohol content.
SinB's blood alcohol content was climbing.
She'd lost count after the fourth shot. Maybe the fifth. The night had turned liquid around the edges, everything soft and warm and wonderful. Her body moved without permission, hips swaying to the beat, head tilting back to catch the laser lights on her closed eyelids.
"They're coming over," Eunha murmured.
And then they were there—tall and smelling like expensive cologne, one of them sliding into the booth beside SinB with the casual confidence of someone who'd never been told no.
"Hwang Eunbi." His voice was low, almost intimate despite the thundering music. "I've seen you on stage. You're even prettier up close."
SinB laughed, the sound loose and easy. "You know my real name? Most people don't."
"I pay attention." His hand found her knee under the table. Just rested there. Warm. Heavy. "Can I buy you another drink?"
She should've said no. She'd had enough. Her thoughts were starting to blur at the edges, the club's lights smearing into watercolor streaks. But his hand was warm, and her friends were laughing somewhere in the distance, and everything felt so goddamn good.
"One more," she said.
That one more became two. Became three. Became a fog of hands and mouths and bodies pressing close on the dance floor, the bass so loud it replaced her heartbeat. She was dancing with him—what was his name? Jae-something?—his hands on her hips, steering her movements like she was something he owned.
She didn't mind. Not then. Not yet.
"You're so fucking hot," he breathed against her ear, and she tilted her head back against his shoulder, letting the music take her.
Time skipped. The way it does when you're drunk.
She was in a different part of the club. A private room, maybe, the lights dimmer here, the music muffled by walls and curtains. Her friends were somewhere. Their phones were out, little glowing rectangles in the dark. Recording. Always recording.
"You good?" Jae-something asked, and she nodded because yes, she was good, she was great, she was floating.
More guys filtered in. She didn't count them. Didn't recognize most of their faces. They circled the room like they'd been waiting for this, their eyes tracking her movements with an intensity that should've made her nervous.
Should've.
Instead, a hot curl of something twisted low in her stomach. Anticipation. Excitement. Her skin felt too tight, every brush of fabric sending sparks along her nerve endings.
"What's happening?" she asked, or tried to. The words came out slurred, half-swallowed.
Jae-something's hand tightened on the back of her neck, not painful but firm. Grounding. "We're just having fun, baby. Don't you want to have fun?"
She did. God, she did.
But something flickered in the back of her mind—a warning, a hesitation. The old SinB, the idol SinB, who didn't do things like this. Who didn't let strange men crowd her in dim rooms while her friends held up their phones.
"Wait," she started. "I don't—"
A hand cupped her breast through her dress.
Her breath caught. Sharp. Sudden.
"Don't what?" The voice came from behind her, breath hot against her ear. Another body pressed against her back. Another set of hands finding her waist. "Don't touch you? But you're so soft, baby. So fucking soft."
Her dress was black but her bra was red. She knew because someone was pulling the neckline down, exposing the lace, fingers tracing the swell of her breasts with something almost reverent.
"Stop," she whispered, but her voice came out wrong. Breathy. Uncertain.
They didn't stop.
More hands. On her thighs now, sliding up under the hem of her dress, rough palms against the sensitive skin. Someone's thumb traced the line of her panties—black, simple, nothing special—and she jerked at the contact.
"Look at her," someone said. "She's shaking."
"Like a little rabbit."
"Nah. Rabbits run. She's staying right here."
A hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back. She looked up into a face she didn't recognize—sharp jaw, dark eyes, a smile that didn't reach them. "You want to leave, sweetheart? All you have to do is say the word."
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
The hand in her hair tightened. "That's what I thought."
Her dress came off in pieces. Someone unzipped it. Someone else pulled it down her shoulders. The fabric pooled around her heels, leaving her in the red bra and black panties and nothing else. The club's air was cold against her exposed skin. Her nipples tightened, visible through the lace, and the men made sounds of appreciation—low whistles, muttered curses, one sharp inhale.
"Fuck, look at those tits."
"Perfect. Fucking perfect."
Hands on her breasts again, squeezing, kneading. Fingers hooked under the bra's band, and she grabbed at them, trying to stop what was already happening. "Wait—please—"
"Shh." Jae-something—no, not Jae-something, just one of them, all of them blurring together—cupped her face and tilted it up. "We're going to take care of you. Understand? You don't have to do anything. Just let us."
The bra snapped open.
Her breasts spilled free, full and pale in the dim light, nipples dark pink and pebbled tight. The men groaned. Someone's mouth found her throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Someone else's hands replaced the ones on her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples in slow, deliberate strokes.
She was saying no. She could hear herself saying it, a chorus of pleas merging with the distant thump of the club's bass. But her body wasn't listening. Her hips tilted forward, seeking contact. Her back arched, pressing her breasts more firmly into those rough palms. Heat bloomed between her legs, a damp warmth that spread through her panties and made her thighs slick.
"What's wrong with me," she gasped, and someone laughed.
"Nothing's wrong with you, baby. This is what your body wants. This is what you're made for."
"Knees."
The command cut through the fog. A hand on her shoulder pushed, and she folded, her knees hitting the carpeted floor with a soft thud. The men crowded closer. She could smell them—cologne and sweat and something muskier underneath. Her head swam with it.
Belts jingled. Zippers rasped.
The first cock she saw was thick—impossibly thick, a heavy shaft of dark skin that seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat. Veins traced its length like rivers on a map, converging at a broad tip already glistening with moisture. Her gaze caught on it, fixated, as the man stroked himself slowly, deliberately, showing her what was coming.
"Like what you see?"
She shook her head, but her mouth watered. Her jaw ached with the phantom memory of being stretched.
"Open up, princess."
She pressed her lips together.
A hand caught her jaw, thumb and forefinger pressing into the hinges until she had no choice. Her mouth opened on a gasp, and the cock pushed in—past her teeth, past her tongue, filling her palate with the taste of salt and skin. He was too big. Her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, the corners burning with the strain.
"Mmmph—" The sound vibrated against his shaft. He groaned.
"Fuck, her mouth is tight. Eunbi, you're taking my cock so well. Such a good little slut."
Slut. The word landed somewhere in her chest, hot and shaming and inexplicably arousing. Her cunt clenched around nothing.
He started to move. Short thrusts at first, just the first few inches sliding past her lips. Then deeper. Her throat convulsed, trying to reject the intrusion, but he held her head steady with both hands and pushed through the resistance.
"Relax," he grunted. "Relax your fucking throat or this is going to hurt."
She couldn't relax. Couldn't breathe. Her nose pressed against the coarse hair at his base, and she gagged—a wet, choking sound that made the other men laugh.
"Look at her. Tears running down her face and she's still taking it."
She was crying. She hadn't noticed. The tears slipped over her stretched cheeks, mixing with the saliva that dripped down her chin. Her hands came up, pushing at his thighs, but he caught her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one large hand.
"Nuh-uh. You're staying right here until I'm done."
More zippers. More cocks appearing in her peripheral vision—different sizes and shades, all of them hard, all of them aimed at her. Her hands were freed only to be guided around two more shafts. Her fingers barely closed around them, the skin hot and velvety under her palms.
"Jerk us off," someone said. "Come on. Let's see those pretty hands work."
She didn't want to. She did want to. Her body and mind had separated, the former moving on instinct while the latter watched in horrified fascination. Her hands pumped up and down, her grip too loose then too tight, learning the rhythm through trial and error. The cocks leaked pre-cum onto her fingers, slicking the way.
The one in her mouth pulled back, and she gasped, coughing, a string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to his tip. Before she could suck in a full breath, he thrust in again, deeper, hitting the back of her throat with a force that made her eyes roll.
"That's it. Take it. Take all of it."
Another man knelt behind her. His hands found her breasts again, squeezing roughly, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger until they throbbed. Then his mouth was on her shoulder, teeth scraping, tongue lapping at the salt of her sweat.
"Taste so good," he murmured against her skin. "Bet your cunt tastes even better."
Her panties were yanked down her thighs, the elastic snapping against her skin. Cool air hit her exposed pussy, and she squirmed, feeling how wet she was, how her lips had swollen and parted. Someone's fingers traced her slit, gathering moisture.
"Fucking soaked. She's dripping down her thighs and she's still pretending she doesn't want this."
"Please—" The word was muffled around the cock in her mouth.
"Please what? Please stop?" The fingers pushed inside her, two at once, curling against something that made her hips buck. "Or please don't stop? Because your body's saying one thing and your mouth's saying another."
She couldn't answer. Couldn't think. The cock in her throat pulled out again, and she was flipped onto her back, the carpet rough against her bare skin. Her legs were pushed apart, wide, wider, until her knees touched the floor on either side. Someone's face descended between her thighs.
The first lick was from her hole to her clit, a broad, flat stroke that made her back arch off the floor. Her hands flew down, trying to push him away, but another man caught them and held them above her head.
"Let him eat that pussy, sweetheart. He's been waiting all night."
His tongue was relentless. It traced the folds of her labia, dipping inside her entrance, circling her clit without quite touching it. She was making sounds—high, keening sounds that didn't sound like her, that didn't sound human. Her hips rolled against his face, chasing the pressure.
"Yeah, ride his tongue. That's a good girl."
Her clit was sucked between his lips, and she screamed. The sound ripped out of her, raw and shocking, echoing off the room's walls. Her thighs clamped around his head, but he pried them apart easily, laughing against her wet flesh.
"Sensitive little thing, aren't you?"
More mouths on her now. One man sucking her nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing the peak. Another pressing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach. Hands everywhere—on her hips, her thighs, tangled in her hair. The cock was back at her mouth, and she opened for it without being told, her jaw aching but accommodating.
"Fuck, look at her. She's learning."
The tongue on her clit changed rhythm—faster now, harder, a direct assault that built pressure low in her belly. Her thighs trembled. Her stomach clenched. Something was building, coiling tighter and tighter, and she couldn't stop it, couldn't control it—
She came with a wail, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around nothing. The man between her legs didn't stop, licking her through it, drawing out every spasm until she was writhing with oversensitivity, sobbing around the cock in her mouth.
"Told you. Her body wants this."
The hands flipped her again. Onto her stomach this time, her ass lifted into the air, her cheek pressed against the carpet. Her knees were shoved apart, and she felt the broad head of a cock nudging against her entrance.
"Wait," she gasped. "Wait, I'm not—I don't—"
"You're not what? Ready?" Fingers spread her pussy lips, the cock sliding through her slick folds but not pushing in. "You're dripping wet, baby. Your cunt's been begging for this."
"It's too big—it won't—please, don't—"
"It'll fit. Trust me." His voice dropped, almost gentle. "It's going to stretch that tight little pussy so good. You're going to feel me for days."
He pushed.
The head breached her, and she screamed—not in pain, exactly, but in the overwhelming sensation of being filled, stretched impossibly wide. Her inner walls clamped down, trying to push him out, but he kept going, inch by relentless inch, until his hips pressed flush against her ass.
"Fuuuck," he breathed. "You're strangling my cock. This is the tightest pussy I've ever felt."
She couldn't speak. Could only feel—the throb of him inside her, the way her body had reshaped itself around his girth. He was so deep she swore she could feel him in her stomach, a pressure that bordered on pain but wasn't, quite.
Then he started to move.
Each thrust pushed her forward, her breasts swaying beneath her, her fingers clawing at the carpet. The sound was obscene—wet and rhythmic, a squelch that filled the room. Someone grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, arching her spine painfully.
"Look at them," the voice hissed. "Look at your friends."
Eunha, Yuna, Yerin. They stood against the wall, phones raised, faces unreadable. Watching. Recording. Her humiliation playing out in real-time on screens that would never forget.
"Smile for the camera, idol."
The man inside her slammed harder, and she moaned—couldn't help it, the sound tearing from her throat. Her pussy rippled around his shaft, gripping and releasing in a rhythm she couldn't control.
Another cock pressed against her asshole. Lubricated with her own juices, dripping down from where she was being fucked. She bucked, trying to escape, but the man in her cunt held her hips steady.
"Easy, easy. You'll like this. I promise."
"He's right," the man behind her said, his voice almost conversational as he worked the tip of his cock against her tight ring. "This ass is going to take my cock so fucking well. You know why? Because you're a natural. You were born for this."
He pushed, and her vision went white.
Her body was a battlefield. Two cocks, one in each hole, moving in counter-rhythm—when one pulled back, the other thrust in, so she was never empty, never still. Her mouth was filled again, a third cock sliding past her lips while the other men waited their turn, stroking themselves, watching.
Her mind fragmented.
The old SinB—the idol SinB who cared about choreography and stage presence and what people thought of her—faded somewhere into the background. Replaced by something simpler. Something that only existed in sensation. The stretch of her holes. The weight of the cocks. The taste of salt and pre-cum on her tongue.
"S-slower—please, I can't—"
"You can. You are. Look at you taking three cocks at once. You're a fucking champion, sweetheart."
A hand closed around her throat. Squeezed. Not enough to cut off air completely, but enough to make her head light, her vision sparkling at the edges. The hand on her breast pinched her nipple viciously, and she jerked, the sudden pain ricocheting through her and somehow translating into pleasure by the time it reached her cunt.
"Fuck, she just tightened up. Do that again."
Another pinch. Another desperate clench around the cocks inside her. The men laughed, delighted.
"She's such a good little painslut."
"She's a fucking whore is what she is. Look at her. Dripping down her own thighs and begging for more."
"Am not—" The protest was weak, smeared around the shaft in her mouth.
"You are." The cock in her cunt pulled out, and she felt the sudden emptiness like a physical ache. "Tell us you want it. Tell us you want us to keep fucking you."
"I—" Her voice broke. Her body trembled, every nerve ending screaming for contact, for fullness. "Please—"
"Please what?"
Words she never thought she'd say. Words that belonged to someone else, some other girl, some other life.
"Please fuck me. Please—"
"Please what? Say it."
"Please fill me up. Please don't stop. I need—I need—"
"What do you need, baby?"
"Your cocks. Your cum. Please—"
The room exploded into motion. The man in her ass grabbed her hips and pistoned into her with brutal precision, each thrust punching a grunt from her lungs. The man in her mouth grabbed her head and fucked her throat with abandon, the sounds she made raw and desperate. Another man slid into her pussy—bigger than the first, somehow, stretching her even wider—and set a punishing pace.
Her body wasn't hers anymore. It was theirs. A vessel. A toy. A hole to be filled and used and emptied.
The pleasure crested again, higher this time, threatening to break her apart. Every thrust hit something deep inside, a spot that made colors burst behind her eyelids. Her cunt fluttered, a prelude to climax.
"Gonna come again? Yeah, come on my cock. Let me feel that tight pussy milk me dry."
She shattered.
This time it was different—not a wave but an explosion, her entire body seizing as the orgasms crashed through her, one after another. She felt herself gush, fluid spraying from her pussy to soak the men around her, their cocks, their thighs, the carpet below.
"Shit, she's a squirter!"
"Fucking messy little slut."
The man in her mouth groaned. His thrusts turned erratic, his cock swelling against her tongue. "Gonna come," he gritted out. "Take it. Take all of it."
Hot liquid flooded her throat, thick and salty, pulsing in rope after rope. She swallowed because she had to, because there was nowhere else for it to go, the cum sliding down her throat in heavy swallows. He pulled out while still shooting his load, the last spurts painting her face—across her cheek, her nose, dripping into her hair.
"Fuck, look at her. Covered."
"She's beautiful like this."
The man in her pussy was next. His rhythm broke, and he shoved deep, his cock jerking inside her as he emptied himself. She felt every pulse, every gush of hot cum flooding her deepest parts, painting her walls white. He collapsed against her back, panting, but didn't pull out. Kept his cock seated inside her, his cum plugging her hole.
"Keep it in," he murmured. "Don't waste a drop."
Only the man in her ass remained, and he was relentless—fucking her through his own orgasm, growling as he pumped load after load into her bowels. The sensation of being so full, so completely claimed, sent another shudder through her exhausted body.
When he finally pulled out, she sank onto the carpet. Barely conscious. Cum oozing from every hole. Her friends still watching. Still recording.
The men were talking above her, but the words blurred into meaningless noise. Something about going again. Something about how she was the best they'd ever had.
She should've been horrified. Humiliated. She should've been crying.
Instead, a small, wicked smile tugged at the corner of her cum-stained lips.
More guys filtered through the door. Fresh faces. Hard cocks. They looked at her sprawled on the carpet, used and dripping, and their eyes lit up with hunger.
"Room for more?"
The man who'd taken her ass laughed, tucking himself back into his pants. "All the room in the world. She's insatiable."
One of the newcomers knelt beside her, his cock already in hand—thick and long and slightly curved, the tip so dark it was almost purple. He stroked it slowly as he looked at her, his gaze traveling from her cum-splattered face to her spread, leaking pussy.
"Hey there, beautiful. Ready for round two?"
Her body answered before she could even form words.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows. Her thighs trembled, still weak from the last onslaught, but something deeper—something hungry—was already stirring again.
"Wait," Yerin's voice cut through the haze. Her phone was still raised, still recording. "I want to see this from a better angle. Turn her this way."
Hands gripped her, rotating her body to face the camera. The new man positioned himself between her thighs, his cock head pressing against her oversensitive entrance.
"This is going to feel incredible," he promised, his voice rough with anticipation. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. Until the only thing you know is my cock splitting you open."
He thrust inside without waiting for a response, and SinB's head fell back, her mouth opening on a sound that was half-scream, half-moan.
Her cunt welcomed him, still slick with the last man's cum, still gaping from the previous stretch. He was bigger, though—longer, pushing past her cervix into some space she'd never felt before, a depth that made her lungs seize.
"Too deep—you're too—"
"I'm exactly where I belong." He pulled back and drove in again, harder. "Fuck, you feel that? Feel how deep I am? I'm rearranging your insides, baby."
The man who'd come in her mouth was hard again, stroking himself as he watched. "Suck my balls," he said, and it wasn't a request. "While he fucks you. Get them nice and wet."
She turned her head, taking the heavy sac into her mouth, her tongue working over the loose skin. He groaned, his cock bobbing above her face, still slick with her saliva.
"Good girl. Such a fast learner."
The fucking continued. And continued. Each time she thought she couldn't take any more, her body proved her wrong. More cocks. More positions. They bent her into shapes that hurt, that stretched, that made her see stars. Her throat was raw from screaming. Her pussy was swollen and tender. Her ass leaked cum down the backs of her thighs.
And still, when they asked if she wanted more, her answer was the same.
"Yes. Fuck. Yes."
The man currently buried in SinB's pussy pulled out with a wet shlorp, leaving her gaping and twitching on the carpet. Cum oozed from her hole in a slow, creamy trickle, pooling on the floor beneath her ass. She gasped at the sudden emptiness, her inner walls clenching around nothing.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. We're not done with you."
Hands gripped her under the arms and hauled her upright. Her legs wouldn't hold her—they'd turned to gelatin somewhere around the fourth orgasm—so they draped her over something. A table. A low coffee table in the center of the room, its surface cold against her cum-smeared stomach. Her breasts pressed flat against the wood, nipples scraping the grain.
"Get her head over the edge."
They positioned her so her head hung off one end of the table, her neck exposed, her mouth inverted. The angle made everything strange—the ceiling above her, the men inverted, their faces swimming in her vision like fish in a murky tank.
"Perfect throat-fucking position," someone observed, and the others grunted agreement.
The man who'd spoken stepped into her field of view. His cock was already out—long and slightly curved downward, the head a deep purple-brown that looked almost bruised. Veins crisscrossed the shaft like thick cords, pulsing visibly with his heartbeat. He stroked himself slowly as he walked around to her head, his balls swinging heavily beneath.
"Open wide, idol."
She did. Her jaw cracked with the stretch, still sore from the last round. Saliva pooled under her tongue, ready.
He didn't ease in. One brutal thrust and his entire length disappeared down her throat, the head of his cock punching past her gag reflex before her body could even register the invasion. Her throat seized, muscles convulsing around the intrusion, but he was already pulling back, only to slam in again.
"Gllk—gllk—gllk—"
The sounds she made were wet and desperate, her throat working overtime to accommodate the relentless pistoning. Spit frothed around her lips, bubbling out to drip down her cheeks, into her nose, into her eyes. She couldn't see anymore. Could barely breathe. Every withdrawal gave her a half-second gasp before he filled her again, and again, and again.
"Fuuuuck, that throat is heaven," he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair to hold her head steady. "You feel that? Feel my cock in your neck?"
She could. God, she could. Every thrust created a visible bulge in her throat, the skin distending obscenely around his girth. The other men gathered closer, watching the obscene display with hungry eyes and stroking hands.
"Let me get in there too."
Another man knelt beside her head, his cock—shorter but thicker, almost club-like—prodding at her lips. The man in her throat paused, buried to the hilt, and she felt the second cock push in alongside the first, stretching the corner of her mouth to the breaking point.
"Mmmph—"
Both cocks moved inside her mouth. One in her throat, one on her tongue. They found a rhythm—when one withdrew, the other thrust forward—so she was never empty, never without the taste of salt and skin and pre-cum flooding her senses. Her jaw screamed. Her throat burned. Tears streamed from her eyes in a constant flood, mixing with the saliva and pre-cum that coated her face.
"Look at those tears. Fucking beautiful."
"Make her cry harder. Harder."
The man in her throat obliged. His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with brutal precision, his balls slapping against her forehead with each thrust. The sound filled the room—wet gagging, the thwack of flesh on flesh, the grunts of the men using her.
"Your friends are getting great footage," someone said, and she heard Yerin's voice, close by, murmuring something about the lighting.
"Angle her head a little more. Yeah, like that. Perfect."
Hands tilted her chin, and she knew her ruined face was being captured in high definition—the stretched lips, the tear-streaked cheeks, the cocks disappearing into her mouth, the way her throat bulged obscenely.
"Smile for the camera, Eunbi."
She couldn't smile. She could only take it.
The man on her tongue came first. His cock swelled, the head flaring, and then hot cum flooded her mouth—thick and salty, coating her tongue, her palate, her teeth. He pulled out while still pumping, the last spurts landing across her face, her hair, dripping into her open, gasping mouth.
"Swallow."
She did. The cum slid down her raw throat in a thick gulp that made her gag all over again.
"Good girl. Such a good fucking cumslut."
But the man in her throat wasn't done. He'd seen his friend come, watched that thick load paint her face, and something in him had snapped. His rhythm turned savage, both hands fisting in her hair, using her head like a fleshlight.
"Gonna—fucking—breed—this—throat—"
Each word was punctuated by a brutal thrust, driving deeper than before, hitting some place in her esophagus that made her whole body convulse. Her hands slapped at the table, at his thighs, at anything she could reach, but her struggles only seemed to excite him more.
"That's it. Fight me. Fight my cock."
She was drowning. Her lungs burned, starved for oxygen. The world was narrowing to a pinpoint, her vision darkening at the edges. Her thrashing weakened. Her hands dropped, limp, to the table.
"Shit, she's fading."
"Keep going. I wanna see it."
The thrusts continued, faster now, more desperate. Her body went slack. Her eyes rolled back, showing only white. The darkness swallowed her whole, and the last thing she heard was the man's triumphant roar as he emptied himself down her unconscious throat.
Time didn't exist in the void. There was only nothing. Quiet. Stillness.
Then something warm and wet hit her face.
The sensation pulled her back from the darkness—not gently but in a sudden, jarring rush. Her eyes flew open. She was still on the table. Still surrounded by men. Still naked and used and dripping.
And someone was coming on her face.
The cum landed in thick, heavy ropes—across her forehead, her closed eyes, her cheeks, her gasping mouth. She sputtered, inhaling some of it, coughing as the liquid dripped into her nose. Another man added his load, aiming lower, painting her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts still pressed against the table.
"Welcome back, sleeping beauty."
She coughed again, her throat raw and burning. "Wha—"
"Passed out there for a minute." The man who'd throat-fucked her was tucking himself back into his pants, looking immensely satisfied. "Had to revive you. Nothing works better than cum, right?"
Laughter rippled through the room.
SinB pushed herself up on trembling elbows, cum dripping from her face onto the table below. The white fluid pooled on the dark wood, thick and glistening. She could see her reflection in it—distorted, unrecognizable, a ghost of the idol she'd been.
"How long?" Her voice came out as a croak, barely audible.
"A few minutes. Long enough for us to get hard again." A new man stepped forward, younger than the others, with a cock that curved sharply upward and a grin that bordered on cruel. "Think you can take more, or do you need another nap?"
She should've been horrified. Should've been scrambling for her clothes, running for the door, calling the police, doing something other than lying there covered in cum while men laughed and stroked their cocks.
Instead, she found herself saying, "More."
The word surprised her. Surprised everyone, maybe—the room went quiet for a beat, the men exchanging glances.
Then the young one laughed. "Told you. Once a whore, always a whore."
He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her back. Her legs dangled off the edge of the table, and he pushed them up and apart, exposing her to the room. Her pussy was a wreck—swollen, puffy, the lips parted and glistening with a mixture of her own juices and the cum that still leaked from inside her. Her clit stood out, engorged and sensitive, and when he brushed his thumb over it, she jerked like she'd been electrocuted.
"Ah—fuck—"
"So responsive. I love it." He positioned himself between her thighs, the upward curve of his cock pressing against her entrance. "This is going to hit your G-spot so hard you'll see God."
He thrust in.
Her back arched off the table, a scream tearing from her raw throat. He was right—the curve of his cock found that spot inside her with unerring precision, the head rubbing against it on every stroke. Pleasure sparked through her, sharp and overwhelming, radiating from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes.
"Aah—aah—aah—" The sounds popped out of her with every thrust, rhythmic and involuntary, matching his pace. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to hold him inside, and he laughed.
"You feel that? Feel how deep I am? I'm fucking your G-spot raw, baby."
"Too—too much—I can't—"
"You can. You will." He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs back further, almost to her shoulders, folding her in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper, and she felt the head of his cock bump against something that made colors explode behind her eyelids.
Her cervix.
"AH—FUCK—"
"There she goes. There's that spot." His grin widened, sweat beading on his forehead. "I'm going to pound this little pussy until you can't walk straight."
He wasn't lying. His hips became a blur, driving into her with mechanical precision, each thrust hitting that deep, sensitive place that bordered on pain. Her body didn't know how to process it—pleasure and discomfort tangled together, feeding off each other, building something massive in her core.
Another man appeared at her side, his cock already slick with pre-cum. "Open up. You're going to suck me while he fucks you."
She turned her head and took him into her mouth without hesitation. The taste of him—salt and musk and something uniquely male—flooded her tongue. She sucked greedily, her cheeks hollowing, her head bobbing in counterpoint to the thrusts below.
"Look at her go. She fucking loves this."
She did. That was the worst part. The part that would keep her up at night, if she ever slept again. She loved this—the stretch of her jaw, the burn in her pussy, the weight of the cocks inside her, the degradation of being used like a toy while her friends watched. It filled something in her she hadn't known was empty.
The man fucking her changed his pace, slowing down, grinding deep instead of thrusting fast. The head of his cock pressed against her cervix, not punching anymore but rubbing, a steady pressure that made her eyes cross.
"Mmmph—mmmph—mmmph—" Her moans vibrated around the cock in her mouth.
"Yeah, you like that? Like it when I grind against your womb?"
She couldn't answer verbally, but her body spoke for her—her pussy clamped down, rippling along his shaft, and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Fuck, she's trying to milk me. This greedy little cunt wants my cum."
"Give it to her," someone said. "Fill her up."
"Not yet." He pulled out suddenly, and she whimpered at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing. "Flip her over. I want to see that ass."
Hands repositioned her again. Onto her stomach, then pulled up onto her knees. Her face pressed into the table, her ass raised in the air—the classic Face Down, Ass Up position. Someone spread her cheeks, exposing both holes to the room.
"Damn. Her asshole is still gaping from earlier."
"Let me fuck it."
"Wait your turn. I'm going first."
She felt the head of a cock press against her asshole—a different one, she could tell by the shape, blunter and thicker. It pushed in without resistance, her hole still loose and slick from the earlier fucking. The sensation of being filled there, in that forbidden place, sent a shudder through her entire body.
"Nngh—oh—god—"
"God's not here, sweetheart. Just us."
The man behind her started to fuck her ass with long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. At the same time, someone slid beneath her on the table—when had he gotten there?—his cock nudging against her dripping pussy from below.
"Ride me," he said. "Ride my cock while he takes your ass."
She lowered herself onto him, and both holes were filled simultaneously. The sensation was indescribable—fullness beyond fullness, a stretch that bordered on impossible. She could feel the two cocks through the thin wall separating her holes, could feel them moving inside her, rubbing against each other with her body as the conduit.
"Ah—ah—AHH—fuck—fuck—FUCK—"
"There we go. Let it out."
She babbled, words dissolving into sounds, her brain short-circuiting from the dual penetration. Above her, the man in her ass grabbed her hips and pounded harder, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. Below her, the man in her pussy matched his rhythm, thrusting up to meet the downward stroke.
They were fucking her in tandem. Using her holes like they were made for this. Like she was nothing but a sleeve for their cocks.
"Whose pussy is this?" the man below her grunted.
"Yours—yours—it's yours—"
"Damn right it is. And whose ass is that?"
"His—his—fuck—it's his—"
"Good answer." He thrust up harder, faster, his cock swelling inside her. "Now tell me what happens when I come. Tell me where my cum goes."
"Inside—please—inside—fill me up—"
"Beg for it."
"Please—please—please—I need it—I need your cum—please breed me—fill my pussy—I'm begging you—"
The words spilled out of her, unfiltered and desperate, things she'd never said before, never even thought before. But they felt right. They felt true. She did need it—needed to feel that hot flood inside her, needed to be marked and claimed and used.
"Fuck—she's so tight when she begs—I'm gonna—"
He came with a roar, his cock pulsing inside her, pumping rope after rope of thick cum directly against her cervix. She felt every jet—one, two, three, four, five, six distinct pulses of liquid heat flooding her deepest parts. Her pussy milked him greedily, muscles contracting to draw every last drop from his shaft.
"Yes—YESS—thank you—thank you—"
The man in her ass wasn't far behind. The feel of her pussy clenching, combined with the knowledge that she was being filled with cum, pushed him over the edge. He slammed deep and held there, his cock jerking as he emptied his load into her bowels. The cum was hot—so hot she could feel it spreading through her, a warmth that radiated outward from her core.
When they both pulled out, she collapsed onto the table. Cum leaked from both holes, running down her thighs in thick rivulets, pooling on the table beneath her. She could feel it dripping out of her, could feel the emptiness where they'd been, and she whimpered at the loss.
"Already missing it?" The young one was back, his curved cock hard again. "Don't worry. We've got all night."
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the table. Her legs buckled, and she dropped to her knees on the carpet, her face level with his crotch. His cock bobbed in front of her eyes, still slick with her juices.
"Clean it off."
She took him into her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue worked over his shaft, lapping up the mixture of her own fluids and the faint taste of latex—no, wait, they hadn't used condoms, had they? The realization hit her like a bucket of cold water, but it was distant, unimportant, a concern for some other version of herself.
Right now, all that mattered was pleasing the cock in her mouth.
"Good girl. Get it nice and clean. You're going to need it slick for what comes next."
She sucked harder, her tongue tracing the upward curve, her lips sealed tight around his girth. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair.
"That's it. Worship it. Worship this fucking cock."
She did. She worshiped it with her mouth and her tongue and her throat, taking him deep, letting him feel the back of her throat, the way her muscles massaged his shaft. She worshiped it because it was easier than thinking, easier than facing what she'd become.
When he pulled her off, a string of saliva connected her bottom lip to his tip. "Enough. I want to fuck that pussy again. On your back."
She obediently lay down on the carpet, spreading her legs, presenting herself to him. He knelt between her thighs, but instead of entering her immediately, he looked down at her cum-smeared face and leaking holes.
"You know what you are now, right?"
She swallowed. Nodded.
"Say it."
"I'm—" Her voice cracked. She tried again. "I'm a whore."
"Louder."
"A whore. I'm a whore."
"Whose whore?"
"Yours. Everyone's. I'm everyone's whore."
"Fucking right you are." He thrust into her in one brutal stroke, and she screamed—not in pain, not anymore, but in the sheer overwhelming rightness of being filled again. "And what do whores do?"
"Take cock—take cum—take everything—"
"That's my girl."
He fucked her hard and fast, no build-up, no gentleness. The carpet burned against her back. Her breasts bounced with each impact, the nipples red and chafed from so much attention. Her throat was so raw that her screams had turned to breathy gasps, barely audible.
But she didn't ask him to stop. Didn't want him to stop. Wanted him to go harder, faster, deeper—wanted him to break her apart and remake her in his image.
"Harder—please—harder—"
"You want it harder? You got it."
He grabbed her ankles and pushed them up, folding her in half again, driving into her with piston-like intensity. The head of his cock battered her G-spot, her cervix, her deepest places. Tears streamed from her eyes, but she was smiling—a broken, blissed-out smile that belonged to someone else.
"Gonna come again," he warned. "Gonna fill this whore pussy with more cum. You want that?"
"Yes—yes—yes—please—come in me—breed me—make me yours—"
He slammed deep and held, his cock pulsing, his cum flooding her already-full pussy. She felt it overflow, felt it leak out around his shaft, felt it drip down onto the carpet beneath her. So much cum. So many loads. She was drowning in it.
When he pulled out, she lay limp on the floor. Barely conscious. Cum oozing from every orifice. Her friends still watching from the wall, their phones still recording, their faces unreadable.
Yerin lowered her phone. Walked over to where SinB lay. Crouched beside her.
"You still with us?"
SinB blinked up at her. Or tried to—her vision was blurry, her thoughts scattered. "Mm… yeah…"
"Good." Yerin's smile was strange. Almost proud. "Because there's someone else who wants to meet you."
She gestured toward the door, and SinB turned her head—slowly, painfully—to look.
More men. A line of them, stretching down the hallway outside the room. Waiting. Stroking. Hungry.
"There's quite a queue," Yerin said, her voice casual, almost amused. "Seems word got out. Everyone at Club Echo wants a turn with the idol who can't get enough."
SinB stared at the line of cocks—different sizes, different colors, all of them hard, all of them waiting for her. Her exhausted body should have recoiled. Her raw throat should have closed. Her swollen cunt should have clamped shut.
Instead, her hips rolled forward. Her mouth watered. Her pussy clenched, pushing out another gush of cum onto the carpet.
She spread her legs wider.
"More."
The door swung open, and the bass from the main club hit her like a physical wall—thunderous, bone-deep, rattling her teeth in her skull. SinB barely registered the hands lifting her, carrying her by her arms and legs like a piece of furniture. Her head lolled back, hair dragging across the floor before they hoisted her higher.
"What are you—where—"
"Showing you off," Yerin's voice floated somewhere to her left, still holding that phone steady. "The whole club needs to see what Hwang Eunbi turned into tonight."
The hallway stretched endlessly. Strobe lights painted the walls in fractured neon—pink, blue, white, pink again. The music swelled as they approached the main floor, and SinB's heart hammered against her ribs. She was naked. Completely naked. Cum still oozing down her thighs, her face a mask of drying seed and smeared mascara, her pussy and ass gaping and leaking with every step the men took.
"Please—not out there—"
"Shh." One of the men carrying her grinned down at her, his face swimming in her blurred vision. "The people deserve to see the star of the show."
They emerged onto the elevated platform near the DJ booth. The club stretched out below—hundreds of bodies packed onto the dance floor, all of them faceless in the dark, all of them turning now, looking up, pointing.
Phones raised like a sea of tiny stars.
"EVERYONE," a voice boomed over the speakers—the DJ himself, gesturing toward the spectacle. "WE'VE GOT A SPECIAL GUEST TONIGHT. GIVE IT UP FOR THE ONE, THE ONLY—"
SinB couldn't hear the rest. The roar of the crowd swallowed it whole. Gasps. Laughter. Cheers. The click-whir of camera phones capturing every angle of her ruined body—the cum painting her chest, the bruises blooming on her thighs, the way her legs couldn't quite close, couldn't quite hide what was on display.
"Look at her tits," someone shouted nearby. "They're covered in fucking cum."
"Did you see her pussy? It's still gaping."
"How many guys?"
"I heard like ten already."
"Bullshit. No way."
"I'm telling you, man, she's insatiable."
The hands holding her shifted, and her feet touched the cold surface of a table set up on the platform. They bent her over it—face down, ass up, her cheek pressed against something sticky that smelled like spilled vodka. The position presented her to the entire club. Her back arched instinctively, pushing her ass higher, and the crowd roared its approval.
"Fucking beautiful," the DJ announced. "Now, who wants a turn?"
The first man to reach the platform was already unbuckling his belt. "Me. Fuck, me first."
He was average height but thick—stocky build, thick neck, and when his pants dropped, his cock matched the rest of him. Blunt. Heavy. The head was wide, almost mushroom-shaped, and he didn't bother with foreplay. He grabbed SinB's hips, lined himself up with her cum-slick hole, and shoved in.
"Nnngh—fuck—"
"Tight little whore," he grunted, already pistoning. "Even after all that cock, she's still gripping me."
The crowd pressed closer. She could see them in her peripheral vision—men and women alike, watching, filming, touching themselves. A girl near the front had her hand down her skirt, lips parted, eyes fixed on where SinB's pussy stretched around the thick intruder. A man beside her was openly stroking himself, his cock purple and leaking in the strobe lights.
"Harder," someone yelled. "Fuck her harder!"
The stocky man obliged. His hips slammed against her ass with brutal rhythm, the sound of flesh on flesh cutting through the music. SinB's breasts swung beneath her, the nipples grazing the sticky tabletop. Her fingers clawed at the surface, finding no purchase.
Another man climbed onto the platform. Then another. They surrounded her, cocks out, stroking lazily as they watched.
"Her mouth's free," the second one noted. He grabbed her hair, tilting her head back, and his cock—thin but long, almost serpentine—slid past her lips. "Sllrrp—glrk—" The sounds were immediate, wet, obscene.
"Fuck yeah, suck that dick."
A third man positioned himself behind her, nudging the stocky man aside. "Room for one more. This ass needs filling."
"Wait—" SinB gasped around the cock in her mouth as she felt the new pressure against her rear entrance. "Mmph—no—too full—"
"Too full? Baby, your asshole's still dripping cum from earlier. It'll take me easy."
He pushed. Her body yielded. The stretch was enormous—two cocks in her holes, one in her mouth, her body a conduit for their pleasure. The crowd roared. Phones flashed. The music pounded in sync with the thrusts, and SinB let herself sink into it, let her mind float somewhere above her body, watching the scene from a distance.
A hand reached through the crowd. Not grabbing—just touching. Fingers traced the curve of her dangling breast, pinched her nipple. Another hand followed. More hands. The spectators weren't content to just watch anymore. They wanted to feel.
"Her skin is so soft."
"Look at these tits bounce when they fuck her."
"Move over, I want to touch too."
The man in her pussy came with a guttural shout, his cock pulsing as he pumped his load deep inside her. He pulled out, and cum immediately dripped from her hole, splattering onto the table below. The man in her ass took it as an invitation to go harder, grabbing her hips with bruising force and slamming into her bowels.
"Ah—ah—AHH—"
"Take it. Take that fucking cock."
The man in her mouth pulled out, and she gasped for air, her jaw aching, a rope of saliva stretching from her lip to his tip. He stroked himself furiously, aiming at her face, and came with a groan—hot spurts landing across her nose, her cheeks, dripping into her open mouth.
"Swallow."
She did. The taste was familiar now. Almost comforting.
More men. Always more. They came in a steady stream—belt buckles jingling, zippers rasping, cocks springing free in the humid club air. Her body became a relay station, a hole to be passed from one man to the next. They bent her into shapes that made the crowd gasp: legs over shoulders, spine arched impossibly, face pressed into the table while her ass was lifted and split by cocks too big for her frame.
A particularly large man—easily the biggest yet, his cock a curved monstrosity with veins that pulsed visibly—positioned himself at her pussy. She felt the head press against her entrance, felt the impossible stretch as he pushed inside.
"Too big—it's too—I can't—"
"You can." He drove deeper, and her vision whited out. "You were made for this. Look at this cunt, swallowing my cock like it's starving."
He was right. Her body adjusted, accommodated, welcomed. The stretch bordered on pain, but beneath it was something else—a fullness so complete it felt like absolution. Like this was the only purpose she'd ever had.
"Fuck—fuck—fuck me—"
"There she is. There's my little whore."
He fucked her with long, punishing strokes, each one hitting her cervix, each one punching a sound from her throat that didn't seem human. The crowd chanted along with his rhythm, a bassline of voices urging him harder, faster, deeper.
When he came, she felt it in her stomach—a gush of heat so intense she swore she could taste it. His cum flooded her, overflowed her, ran down her thighs in thick rivulets that the crowd cheered for.
He pulled out, and she lay limp on the table, a broken doll with cum flowing from every hole. The music had shifted to something slower, dirtier, a grinding beat that matched the ache in her core.
But the line of men stretched on. Down the platform steps. Onto the dance floor. Dozens of them, maybe more—hard cocks in hand, eyes hungry, waiting their turn.
"Please," she whispered, not sure what she was asking for. Mercy. More. Both.
"Please what, baby?" Yerin crouched beside the table, phone still recording, smile still in place. "You want them to stop?"
SinB looked at the line of men. Looked at her friend. Looked down at her own body—ruined, painted, used beyond recognition.
"No," she breathed. "Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."
The next man stepped forward, his cock already slick with pre-cum, his grin sharp as a blade. "That's what I like to hear."
He flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees to her chest, and drove inside in one brutal thrust. The crowd exploded. Phones flashed. And SinB's scream of ecstasy was swallowed by the bass, becoming just another beat in the endless night.
Rei has been your sweet, playful girlfriend for months, always full of quiet affection and teasing energy. One cozy evening on the couch, things heat up with deep kisses until your phone rings at the worst moment. Rei takes control in her gentle, loving way—turning the interruption into something even hotter—leading to fluffy, intimate couch sex filled with dirty talk, pleasure, and plenty of aftercare cuddles.
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The living room was warm and softly lit by the floor lamp in the corner, its golden glow mixing with the faint blue light from the muted TV. Rain pattered lightly against the windows, the kind of steady rhythm that made staying in feel like the only right choice. Rei was curled up against me on the wide couch, her head resting on my shoulder at first, then shifting as our movie night turned into something sweeter. She wore one of my oversized hoodies, the sleeves too long on her slender arms, and tiny cotton shorts that rode up her smooth thighs whenever she moved. Her dark hair smelled like vanilla shampoo, and every time she laughed at something on screen, my heart did that familiar flip.
We had been together for almost six months now. Rei was bright and affectionate, the kind of girlfriend who left little notes in my bag and sent memes at random hours just to make me smile. I was her boyfriend, a few years older, still amazed that this talented, beautiful girl from IVE had chosen me—a regular guy who worked a normal job and tried to keep up with her schedule. She made everything feel easy, even the long days apart.
Tonight, her legs were draped over mine as we kissed. It started slow, the way it always did with us—soft presses of lips, her fingers tracing my jaw. Then it deepened. Rei hummed softly into my mouth, her small hand sliding up my chest to grip the collar of my polo shirt. I pulled her closer, one arm around her waist, the other resting on her thigh. Her tongue brushed mine, playful and warm, sending heat straight through me.
“Mmm… baby,” she whispered against my lips, smiling that shy-yet-mischievous smile I loved. She shifted fully onto my lap, straddling me now, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of my hips. “You’re so warm tonight.”
Her fingers found the top button of my polo, slowly working it open while she kissed me again, deeper this time. I groaned quietly, hands sliding under the hem of her hoodie to feel the soft skin of her back. She was perfect like this—relaxed, needy in the gentlest way. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, quick and excited.
Just as she popped the second button free and her fingertips grazed my skin, my phone started ringing on the coffee table. The sharp sound cut through the quiet room like an alarm. I pulled back slightly, breathing hard.
“Shit… sorry, Rei. Let me just silence it,” I muttered, reaching for the phone.
But Rei didn’t let me. She stayed on my lap, her weight warm and comforting, and snatched the phone before I could. Her eyes sparkled with playful mischief as she glanced at the screen.
“Work?” she asked, voice low and sweet.
I nodded. “Probably. I should—”
She pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear, still straddling me. Her free hand stayed on my chest, fingers tracing lazy circles.
“Hello? Yes, this is his phone,” she said calmly, her tone polite but with a hint of something naughtier. She rocked her hips once, slowly, grinding against the growing bulge in my pants. I bit back a groan, hands gripping her thighs. “He’s a little busy right now… mm-hmm. Can it wait until tomorrow?”
I stared at her, heart racing. Rei looked so innocent on the surface—big eyes, soft voice—but the way she smiled down at me while listening to the caller was pure temptation. She leaned in and kissed the side of my neck while the person on the line kept talking, her lips warm and teasing.
“Yes, I’ll tell him. Thank you,” she said sweetly. Then, without waiting for more, she ended the call and tossed the phone onto the far end of the couch. “All done. Now… where were we?”
“Rei…” I breathed, half-laughing, half-turned on beyond words.
She giggled softly and captured my lips again, both hands working on my polo buttons now. She pushed the fabric open, exposing my chest, and ran her palms over my skin like she was memorizing every inch. “You feel so good,” she murmured between kisses. “I’ve been wanting you all evening.”
I sat up a little, pulling her hoodie up and over her head. She wore nothing underneath except a simple white bra. Her small, perky breasts looked beautiful in the low light, nipples already tight. I cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over the peaks, and she sighed happily, arching into my touch.
We kissed harder now, tongues sliding together as her hips rolled in slow circles against me. I could feel how warm and damp she was through her shorts. My hands moved down to squeeze her ass, pulling her closer. Rei moaned into my mouth, the sound sweet and breathy.
She slid off my lap just enough to tug my polo off completely, then knelt between my legs on the couch. Her fingers made quick work of my belt and zipper, pulling my pants and boxers down together. My cock sprang free, hard and already leaking. Rei licked her lips, eyes shining with affection and hunger.
“Look at you… so hard for me already,” she whispered, wrapping her soft hand around the base. She stroked slowly at first, twisting her wrist just right. “My boyfriend’s cock is so pretty. I love how it twitches when I touch it.”
Before I could respond, she leaned in and licked a long, wet stripe from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head to catch the bead of precum. The warmth of her mouth made my head fall back against the couch. Rei took me deeper, sucking gently while her hand worked the rest. Her head bobbed with a steady rhythm, tongue pressing along the underside in ways that had me gripping the cushions.
“Fuck… Rei, that feels amazing,” I groaned, one hand gently threading through her soft hair.
She hummed around me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. Spit glistened on my shaft as she sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks. Every so often she pulled off to look up at me with those bright eyes. “You taste so good, baby. I could suck you all night… but I want you inside me more.”
Her dirty talk was quiet, almost shy, but it hit perfectly. She jerked me with her slick hand while kissing and licking my balls, then took me back into her mouth, going deeper until I hit the back of her throat. I warned her I was getting close, but she kept going for a little longer, eyes locked on mine, before pulling off with a wet pop.
Rei stood up just long enough to slip off her shorts and panties, revealing her smooth, glistening pussy. She climbed back onto my lap, straddling me again. “I’m so wet for you,” she whispered, guiding my cock to her entrance. “Feel.”
She rubbed the head against her folds, coating me in her slickness, then sank down slowly. The tight heat enveloped me inch by inch until I was buried deep inside her. We both moaned together. Rei’s head tipped back, lips parted in pleasure.
“You fill me up so perfectly,” she breathed, starting to ride me in gentle bounces. Her hands rested on my shoulders for balance as her hips moved. I leaned forward to kiss her breasts, sucking on one nipple while my fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles. She whimpered, moving faster, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the rain outside.
The couch creaked softly beneath us. I gripped her waist, thrusting up to meet her, making her bounce harder. Rei’s moans grew sweeter, breathier. “Right there… yes, baby. Fuck me just like that.”
I shifted us after a while, laying her on her back along the couch without pulling out. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I thrust into her in missionary, deeper now. Her arms circled my neck, pulling me down for messy kisses. Sweat slicked our skin, but everything felt loving, intimate.
“Harder,” she whispered against my ear, voice husky. “I want to feel you cum deep inside me. Fill your girlfriend up.”
Her words pushed me closer. I sped up, pounding into her wet heat while rubbing her clit. Rei came first, pussy clenching tight around me as she cried out softly, her body trembling. Warmth flooded around my cock as she squirted a little, soaking us both. The sight and feeling were too much.
I groaned her name and thrust deep one last time, spilling thick ropes of cum inside her. Pulse after pulse, filling her completely. Rei held me tight through it, kissing my neck and whispering how good I felt.
We stayed connected for a long moment, breathing together. Then I carefully pulled out and collapsed beside her on the wide couch. Rei immediately snuggled into my arms, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. I pulled the soft throw blanket from the back of the couch over us, wrapping us in warmth.
“You okay?” I asked, stroking her hair gently.
“More than okay,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “That was perfect. I love when we get carried away like this… even with phone calls interrupting.” She giggled softly, the sound light and happy.
I laughed too, holding her closer. My hand rubbed slow circles on her back while we talked quietly—about how good it felt, how much I loved her little teasing move with the phone, silly things like how we’d have to clean the couch tomorrow. Rei traced patterns on my chest with her fingertip, her body relaxed and warm against mine.
“I love you,” she said after a while, voice sleepy and content. “You make me feel so safe and wanted.”
“I love you too, Rei. So much.” I kissed the top of her head, pulling the blanket higher around her shoulders.
We stayed like that for a long time, cuddling under the soft light, the rain still tapping at the windows. Her breathing grew slow and even as she dozed off in my arms. I stayed awake a little longer, just enjoying the feel of her—my beautiful girlfriend, warm and satisfied, trusting me completely.
Being with Rei was always like this: sweet, passionate, and full of little surprises that made my heart race and then melt all over again. Even a simple phone call turned into one of the best nights we’d had. I couldn’t wait for all the quiet evenings still ahead of us.
Author Note's: Hello I'm @fumiren friend of Jaewon now is busy that's why I'm creating fics for this account for now and different format style of story I hope you enjoy. Thank you
Pairing: Yujin (IVE) x Male Reader
Wordcount: 1K+
Genres: Smut, Police Detective AU, Power Imbalance, Interrogation Room, Enemies to Lovers Vibes Tags/Warnings: 18+ explicit content, detective x suspect, rough sex, desk sex, interrogation roleplay, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, standing doggy, missionary on desk, creampie, dirty talk, light choking, spanking, multiple orgasms, consent within fantasy. Pure fantasy.
Synopsis: Detective Yujin has been chasing leads on you for weeks. When she finally gets you alone in the interrogation room, the questions get personal… and the tension snaps. What starts as a tense standoff turns into something far more dangerous behind locked doors.
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The interrogation room was cold and sterile, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a headache. You sat handcuffed to the metal table, trying to look calm even though Detective Yujin had been circling you like a shark for the last twenty minutes. She was sharp in her crisp white blouse and tight black slacks, hair pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail, but those long legs and sharp eyes made it hard to focus on staying innocent.
“You’ve been dodging my questions for weeks,” Yujin said, slamming a file down on the table. She leaned over, palms flat, giving you a perfect view of the way her blouse stretched across her chest. “Answer me. Where were you on the night of the 17th?”
You smirked, leaning back as much as the cuffs allowed. “I already told you. Home. Alone.”
“Bullshit.” She straightened up, arms crossed. The room felt smaller every time she moved closer. “We both know you’re hiding something. And I’m not leaving until you give me the truth.”
The air crackled between you. This wasn’t the first time she’d dragged you in. Weeks of cat-and-mouse had built something thick and unspoken—stolen glances at crime scenes, her hand lingering too long when she patted you down. Tonight it finally broke.
Yujin walked around the table and uncuffed one of your wrists, but left the other attached. “Maybe you need a different kind of motivation,” she murmured, voice low.
Before you could respond, she grabbed your collar and kissed you hard. It was angry and hungry, all teeth and frustration. You kissed her back just as fiercely, free hand grabbing her waist and pulling her between your legs. She gasped into your mouth when you squeezed her ass.
“Fuck the questions,” she breathed, already unbuttoning her blouse. “I want answers another way.”
Clothes came off fast. Her blouse hit the floor, followed by her bra. You stood up, still half-cuffed to the table, and spun her around so her back was against the cold metal. You dropped to your knees and yanked her slacks and panties down in one go. Yujin spread her legs, one hand gripping your hair as you buried your face between her thighs.
She was soaked. You licked her eagerly, tongue sliding through her folds and circling her clit while two fingers pushed inside her. Yujin moaned, hips rocking against your mouth, the sound echoing off the bare walls.
“Shit—right there. Don’t stop.” Her detective composure cracked fast. She rode your face until her thighs shook, cumming hard with a choked gasp, flooding your tongue.
Yujin didn’t give you time to catch your breath. She pulled you up and pushed you back into the chair, dropping to her knees in front of you. Your cock was rock hard already. She looked up at you with those intense eyes as she took you into her mouth, sucking deep and sloppy. One hand stroked the base while her tongue swirled around the head. The sight of the usually composed Detective Yujin on her knees blowing you in the interrogation room was almost too much.
You groaned, threading your fingers through her hair. She took you deeper, gagging slightly but not stopping, eyes watering as she worked you closer to the edge.
“Not yet,” she said, pulling off with a wet pop. She stood up, turned around, and bent over the table, ass up. “Fuck me. Now.”
You stood behind her, gripping her hips and sliding into her tight, wet heat in one thrust. Yujin moaned loud, pushing back against you. You fucked her hard like that—standing doggy against the interrogation table. The metal creaked under her with every deep thrust. You reached around to rub her clit, spanking her ass when she clenched around you.
“Answer the question,” she gasped between moans, still playing the role even as you railed her. “Who were you with that night?”
You thrust deeper, hand coming up to lightly grip her throat. “You really wanna know while I’m balls deep inside you?”
She laughed breathlessly, then moaned as you hit a perfect spot. “Fuck—yes. Harder.”
You gave it to her, pounding into her soaked pussy until she came again, legs trembling. You pulled out and spun her around, lifting her onto the table. Papers scattered everywhere. In missionary now, her legs wrapped around your waist as you slid back inside. This angle let you see her face—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes dark with lust.
Yujin pulled you down into a messy kiss while you fucked her deep and steady. Her nails raked down your back. “Cum inside me,” she whispered against your lips. “I want to feel it.”
You couldn’t hold back. A few more hard thrusts and you buried yourself deep, groaning as you filled her with cum. Yujin came one last time with you, pussy milking every drop, her whole body shaking under yours.
For a minute the only sound was heavy breathing. Yujin stayed on the table, legs still loosely around you, your cock softening inside her. She traced a finger down your chest, a small satisfied smile on her lips.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” she said softly, almost teasing now.
You kissed her again, slower this time. “Maybe I was with you. In my head, at least. Every damn night.”
She laughed quietly, the sound warmer than anything you’d heard from her before. “Smooth talker. We’re not done here, suspect. I might need to interrogate you all night.”
You helped her off the table, both of you half-dressed and messy. She fixed her ponytail in the reflection of the one-way mirror, but the hickeys on her neck and the flush on her skin gave everything away. She tossed you the key to the remaining cuff.
“Next time,” she said, stepping close and brushing her lips against yours, “try not to make me wait so long to arrest you.”
You grinned, pulling her in for one more kiss before she unlocked the door. The hallway lights looked too bright after the dim room. As she walked you out, her hand brushed yours—hidden, secret.
Detective Yujin had her answers. And you had a feeling you’d be getting called back for more “questioning” very soon.
Yujin has been teasing and acting out all day, pushing her boyfriend’s buttons until he decides it’s time to punish his naughty girl. From fingering her in the car to rough sex in the apartment, daddy shows her exactly what happens when she misbehaves.
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The drive home from the photoshoot was quiet at first. Yujin sat in the passenger seat in her tight practice outfit, legs crossed, but the smirk on her face told me she was up to no good. She had been like this all day — brushing against me “accidentally,” whispering filthy things when no one was looking, and now she was sliding her hand up my thigh while I tried to focus on the road.
“Daddy,” she purred, voice sweet but dripping with mischief. “I’ve been so wet thinking about you all day. Want to feel?”
Before I could answer, she took my free hand and guided it between her legs. No panties. Her pussy was soaked, slick and hot against my fingers. I rubbed her clit slowly, making her bite her lip and moan softly.
“You’re being a very naughty girl today,” I said, voice low. “Teasing me like this while I’m driving. You know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?”
She shivered, hips rolling against my fingers. “They get punished?”
“Exactly.”
I slipped two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them while my thumb kept rubbing her clit. Yujin gasped, gripping the seat, thighs trembling. I pumped my fingers faster, the wet sounds filling the car as I drove. She tried to stay quiet, but soft whimpers kept escaping.
“Daddy… I’m gonna cum—”
“Not yet,” I said, pulling my hand away just as she was close. She whined in protest, but the look in her eyes was pure lust.
When we got to the apartment, I barely closed the door before pushing her against it. “Strip. Now.”
Yujin obeyed quickly, peeling off her clothes until she stood naked in front of me. I grabbed her chin and kissed her hard, then spun her around and bent her over the couch.
“You’ve been teasing me all day,” I growled, smacking her ass hard. The sound echoed. “Touching yourself in the car like a little slut. Now you’re going to take your punishment.”
I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs from behind, licking and sucking her pussy hungrily. Yujin moaned loudly, pushing back against my mouth. I ate her out like I was starving, tongue fucking her while my fingers rubbed her clit. She came fast, thighs shaking, a small squirt coating my tongue.
But I didn’t stop. I kept licking her through the orgasm until she was whimpering, oversensitive.
“Please, Daddy… I need your cock.”
I stood up and smacked her ass again. “Not yet. You don’t get to cum on my cock until I say so.”
I pushed her onto the couch on her back and spread her legs wide. Two fingers slid back inside her, thrusting hard and fast while my thumb worked her clit. Yujin’s back arched, tits bouncing as she moaned.
“Too much— Daddy, I’m gonna cum again—”
“Hold it,” I ordered, fingering her faster. She tried, but her body betrayed her. She squirted hard around my fingers, soaking the couch and my hand. I kept going, drawing out every wave until she was a trembling mess.
I finally gave her what she wanted. I flipped her onto all fours and slammed into her pussy in one rough thrust. Doggy was deep and brutal. I gripped her hips and pounded her, the sound of skin slapping loud in the apartment. Yujin pushed back against me, moaning my name mixed with “Daddy.”
“Harder— fuck me harder, please!”
I pulled her hair, arching her back as I railed her. One hand reached around to rub her clit. She came again, squirting down her thighs, walls clenching tight around my cock. I didn’t slow down, fucking her through it until I buried myself deep and filled her with the first thick creampie.
We moved to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and made her ride me in cowgirl. She bounced fast, tits jiggling in my face. I sucked on her breasts hard, biting her nipples while she rode me. Her moans were loud and broken.
“Such a naughty girl,” I growled, smacking her ass. “Teasing Daddy all day and now taking his cock like a greedy slut.”
She came again, grinding down as she squirted on my lap. I flipped her onto her back for missionary, legs over my shoulders, pounding deep. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked on them again, leaving marks while I fucked her senseless.
Another creampie followed, then another in doggy against the headboard. By the end, she was a beautiful wreck — hair messy, body covered in sweat and my marks, pussy swollen and leaking cum.
I pulled her into my arms afterward, holding her close as she trembled through the aftershocks. She nuzzled into my chest, breathing slow and content.
“I love when you punish me, Daddy,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “Makes me feel so good.”
I kissed her forehead, stroking her back gently. “And I love my naughty girl. Even when she teases me all day.”
Yujin smiled sleepily against my skin. “I’ll be good tomorrow… maybe.”
I chuckled and held her tighter. With Yujin, there was never a dull night. My naughty girl always knew exactly how to drive me crazy — and exactly how to make it worth every second.
As Seoul’s police chief, you call your two secret lovers — officers Karina and Yujin — for their annual private session. What begins as a routine check-in quickly becomes an intense, loving threesome filled with their devotion, daddy kink, breeding talk, and passionate release.
I leaned back in my leather chair in the private office on the top floor of the headquarters. The door was locked, the blinds drawn. It was that time of year again — the annual “performance review” that only two officers knew about. I picked up the phone and made the call.
“Karina, Yujin. My office. Now.”
They arrived within minutes, still in their crisp police uniforms. Karina, with her sharp features and long dark hair, closed the door behind them. Yujin, bright-eyed and athletic, locked it with a soft click. At twenty-four and twenty-three respectively, both women were exceptional officers — dedicated, sharp, and completely devoted to me in ways no one else would ever know.
“Chief,” Karina said softly, already lowering her gaze in that way that always stirred something deep inside me. “We’re here for our session.”
“Good girls,” I replied, standing up. “You both know the rules. Uniforms off. Slowly.”
They obeyed without hesitation. The sight of them stripping out of their police jackets, shirts, and skirts until they stood in just their underwear made my cock strain against my pants. I sat on the edge of my desk and crooked a finger.
“Come here.”
They approached together, dropping to their knees in front of me. Their hands worked together to free my cock. The double blowjob started immediately — Karina taking the head into her warm mouth while Yujin licked along the shaft and sucked on my balls. Their tongues occasionally met, sharing sloppy kisses around my length.
“Fuck, that’s perfect,” I groaned, one hand in Karina’s hair and the other in Yujin’s. They took turns sucking me deeper, cheeks hollowing as they worked to please me. Spit dripped down my shaft as they jerked me together, eyes looking up for approval.
“Daddy’s cock tastes so good,” Yujin whispered between licks. “We’ve been waiting for this all year.”
Karina hummed in agreement, taking me deep into her throat. They were so eager, so devoted. I fucked their faces gently at first, then a little rougher, enjoying the wet sounds and their soft gagging.
After a while I pulled them up and bent them over my desk side by side. I dropped to my knees behind them, spreading their legs. I ate Karina first, licking her wet pussy from behind while fingering Yujin. Then I switched, burying my face in Yujin’s folds while rubbing Karina’s clit. Both of them moaned and squirmed, pushing back against my tongue.
“Daddy… please,” Karina begged, voice trembling. “We need you inside us.”
I stood up, cock throbbing. I pushed into Karina first, thrusting deep in one smooth motion. She gasped, gripping the desk as I fucked her hard. Yujin watched, masturbating while she waited her turn, fingers circling her clit.
“Such good little slaves for your chief,” I growled, pounding into Karina. “Beg for it.”
“Please, Daddy,” Karina moaned. “Breed me. Fill your officer with cum.”
I switched to Yujin, sliding into her tight heat. She was soaking wet. I fucked her with long, powerful strokes while reaching around to rub her clit. Both women were trembling, moaning my name mixed with “Daddy” and desperate pleas.
We moved to the wide couch in the corner. I sat down and they climbed on me together. Karina straddled my cock, sinking down while Yujin straddled my face. I ate her pussy as Karina rode me, her breasts bouncing beautifully. They kissed each other above me, hands roaming, making the scene even hotter.
“Switch,” I commanded after a while.
They obeyed instantly. Yujin took my cock now, riding me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass while Karina sat on my face. I licked and sucked her until she squirted on my tongue, thighs shaking around my head.
The breeding talk grew heavier as they got closer.
“Please cum inside me, Daddy,” Yujin begged, bouncing faster. “I want your baby. Make me yours completely.”
Karina leaned down, kissing me messily. “Both of us, Chief. Breed your secret slaves.”
I couldn’t hold back much longer. I flipped them onto their backs on the couch, legs spread wide. I fucked Karina hard first, then Yujin, alternating between their dripping pussies. The room filled with the wet sounds of sex and their desperate moans.
When I was right on the edge, I pulled out and stood over them. They knelt together instantly, tongues out, faces pressed close.
“Cum on us, Daddy,” Karina begged. “Please.”
I stroked myself fast and exploded, thick ropes of cum painting their beautiful faces — landing on their cheeks, lips, and tongues. They licked each other clean, sharing my load in sloppy kisses before swallowing what they could.
We stayed tangled on the couch afterward, breathing heavily. I pulled them both into my arms, kissing their foreheads gently. The roughness melted into soft aftercare, just like always.
“You both did so well,” I murmured, stroking their hair. “My perfect officers. My secret girls.”
Karina nuzzled into my chest. “We only want to please you, Chief. Even when we’re out there doing our jobs, we think about these moments.”
Yujin nodded, pressing a kiss to my neck. “Being your little slaves makes us feel so loved. We’d do anything for you.”
We talked quietly for a long time. They told me about their days on patrol, the cases they were working, and how thinking about our secret arrangement kept them motivated. I shared how proud I was of them as officers and how much I cherished these private sessions. The love and devotion between us ran deep, even wrapped in the intensity of power and submission.
Later we went for another round on the couch. This time slower and more intimate. I ate them out again, making them squirt one after another before fucking them in different positions — missionary for Karina while Yujin rode my face, then switching. They begged so sweetly for my cum, and I gave it to them deep inside this time, filling each of them as they trembled through orgasms.
When it was finally over, I helped them clean up and get dressed. We shared one last deep kiss together before they slipped out of the office, uniforms back in place, looking like the professional officers everyone else saw.
Sitting back at my desk, I couldn’t stop smiling. Karina and Yujin were incredible women — strong, dedicated, and completely mine in the most secret way. These annual sessions, and the hidden moments in between, made everything worth it. I was the luckiest chief in Seoul to have them.
Kwon Eunbi, the voluptuous JAV actress, locks herself in with you for a full 12-hour hardcore sex marathon under code JWR-155. No breaks, no mercy—just nonstop filthy pleasure. From slow teasing to brutal pounding, she drains you dry again and again with handjobs, blowjobs, titfucks, face riding, pussy eating, and every hardcore position imaginable. Multiple squirts, two desperate pees during intense fucking, and thick loads covering her face and body. Pure endurance filth.
The heavy curtains were drawn tight in the luxury suite, blocking out any sense of time. The clock on the wall said we had exactly twelve hours before the outside world mattered again. Kwon Eunbi stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that hid nothing. Her massive tits strained against the thin fabric, nipples already hard. She looked at me with that hungry, confident stare.
“JWR-155. Twelve hours. No tapping out,” she said, voice low. “I want to be completely wrecked by the end. Think you can handle me that long?”
I pulled her close and kissed her hard. “Try me.”
We started on the big couch. Eunbi dropped to her knees first, yanking my pants down. Her soft hand wrapped around my cock and stroked with firm, eager pulls. She licked my balls slowly, sucking them one by one while jerking me faster. The wet sounds were loud in the quiet room. Then she took me deep into her mouth, throat relaxing as she bobbed, saliva dripping onto her heavy tits.
“Fuck, your mouth feels perfect,” I groaned, hand resting on her head.
She hummed around my shaft and pushed deeper, gagging herself until tears pricked her eyes. After a few minutes she stood up, shrugged off the robe, and pressed those massive breasts around my cock. The titfuck was slow and teasing at first, then faster. She squeezed them tight, tongue flicking the head every time it popped through.
I sucked on her nipples while she worked me, biting gently. Eunbi moaned louder. She jerked me with both hands between her tits until I couldn’t hold back. The first load of the day shot across her face and tits—thick ropes landing on her cheeks, lips, and deep cleavage. She smiled, scooping some onto her fingers and licking it up.
“That’s just the warm-up,” she said, wiping her face but leaving most of it.
We moved to the bed. I laid her down and buried my face between her thighs. Her pussy was already soaked. I licked her slowly at first, dragging my tongue up her slit before sucking hard on her clit. Eunbi’s hips bucked, fingers gripping my hair.
“Eat that pussy like you mean it,” she demanded.
I slid two fingers inside her, curling them while my tongue attacked her clit. She got louder fast. Her thighs squeezed my head as she came hard, squirting all over my face and the sheets. I kept licking through it, drawing out every spasm.
She climbed on my face next, riding my tongue like a woman possessed. Face riding turned aggressive quick. Eunbi ground her wet pussy against my mouth, smothering me with her weight while her massive tits bounced above me. I sucked her clit and tongue-fucked her hole until she squirted again, flooding my mouth.
“Shit—yes!” she cried, body shaking.
The first round of real fucking started after that. I bent her over the edge of the bed and slammed in deep. Eunbi moaned loud, pushing back to take every inch. I fucked her hard, skin slapping loudly, gripping her wide hips. Her heavy tits swung beneath her with every thrust.
We went through every position we could think of in those early hours. Missionary with her legs on my shoulders, deep and rough. Cowgirl where she bounced like crazy, tits flying as she rode. Reverse cowgirl so I could watch her perfect ass slam down. Doggy where I pulled her hair and spanked her red.
She came multiple times, squirting again and again until the bed was soaked. Around the third hour, while I was pounding her in prone bone, she suddenly tensed.
“I can’t hold it—fuck!” Warm piss mixed with her squirt sprayed out around my cock as she lost control. She moaned in embarrassment and pleasure while I kept thrusting through it, the extra wetness making everything messier.
We took a short water break but never stopped touching. She gave me another sloppy blowjob on the floor, licking my balls and deepthroating me until I painted her face with the second load. Cum dripped from her chin onto her tits.
Hours blurred together. We fucked against the wall, her legs wrapped around me while I lifted her and pounded up hard. Then back on the bed for more titfucking mixed with handjobs. Eunbi sucked on my nipples while stroking me, driving me crazy until I added another load across her stomach and thighs.
By the sixth or seventh hour we were both sweaty and exhausted but still going. I had her in full nelson, holding her legs wide open while thrusting deep. Eunbi’s moans were hoarse now.
“Harder—don’t you dare slow down,” she gasped.
She came again, squirting weakly this time, body trembling. Later, during a long, rough cowgirl session, it happened again. She was bouncing fast and deep when another wave hit. Piss sprayed out hard around my cock as she kept riding through the orgasm, face flushed red.
“Fuck… I peed again,” she panted, but didn’t stop moving. “Keep fucking me.”
I flipped her and railed her missionary, choking her lightly while pounding. We lost count of how many times she came. Her pussy was swollen and creamy, leaking constantly.
I pulled out and jerked myself over her face for the next load. Thick cum covered her forehead, cheeks, and open mouth. Eunbi swallowed what landed on her tongue and smiled tiredly.
The final hours were slower but still intense. We stayed in lotus position, her sitting on my cock, grinding deep while we kissed messily. I sucked her tits and nipples the whole time. She rode me through two more orgasms, squirting on my stomach.
I laid her on her back for the last big round. Legs over my shoulders, I fucked her as hard as I could manage after so many hours. The room smelled like sex, sweat, and cum. Eunbi’s voice was almost gone from moaning.
“Fill me this time,” she begged. “One deep inside.”
I buried myself and unloaded, pumping rope after rope into her womb. When I pulled out, cum poured from her wrecked pussy. I added the final loads across her tits and face, marking her completely.
We collapsed together after twelve straight hours. The bed was destroyed—wet spots everywhere, cum stains on the sheets, her body glistening with sweat and multiple loads. Eunbi lay on her back, legs still spread, breathing heavily. Cum leaked from her pussy and covered her face, chest, and thighs.
“JWR-155… I think you actually broke me,” she rasped, voice completely fucked out. A weak but satisfied smirk crossed her lips. “Twelve hours of nonstop cock. My pussy is throbbing.”
I could barely move either. Every muscle ached, but the buzz was worth it. Eunbi reached over lazily and stroked my spent cock one last time, smearing the mess.
She looked thoroughly used—hair messy, makeup ruined, body marked with handprints, bite marks, and cum in every place imaginable. Exactly how a dedicated JAV actress wanted to end a marathon session.
“Next time… maybe we go longer,” she whispered, eyes half-closed.
I laughed tiredly. Kwon Eunbi had just survived—and loved—every filthy second of it.
(Wordcount:1,664 & Original Post on Fanprose: June 19, 2026)
Special Chapter:Worshipping: Special Night
By Jaewon
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Summary: After a long day of rehearsals, Kwon Eunbi invites you — her trusted backup dancer and secret crush — back to her place for some much-needed rest. What begins as sweet, caring cuddles turns into an intense night of breast worship, where you can’t get enough of her body and she loves every second of your devotion.
The practice room had emptied out hours ago, but Eunbi stayed behind with me, running through the final section one last time. Her movements were powerful yet graceful, the kind that made the whole stage light up whenever she performed. Sweat glistened on her skin under the dimmed lights, and every time she hit a sharp move, her chest bounced in a way that made it impossible not to notice. I tried to stay professional, but she caught me looking more than once.
“You’re staring again,” she said with a soft laugh as we cooled down, grabbing her towel. Her voice had that warm, teasing tone that always made my heart skip.
“Sorry,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “Hard not to. You’re… incredible up there.”
Eunbi smiled, the kind that reached her eyes and made her look even more beautiful. She was wearing a loose practice top and shorts, but nothing could hide how full and perfect her breasts looked even after hours of dancing. “Come on. My place is close by. You look like you need a break too. I’ll make us something to eat.”
I didn’t hesitate. Being around Eunbi always felt easy — fluffy and comfortable, like we’d known each other longer than the few months I’d been on her team. We walked the short distance to her apartment, talking about the choreography, funny moments from tour, and how tiring the comeback preparations were. Inside, she kicked off her shoes and pulled me straight to the couch.
“Sit. I’ll grab some water,” she said, disappearing into the kitchen. When she returned, she handed me a cold bottle and sat right beside me, her thigh pressing against mine. The closeness felt natural. Comfortable. Until her hand rested on my knee and stayed there.
“You’ve been working really hard too,” she murmured, looking at me with those bright, sincere eyes. “I notice, you know. The way you always make sure the formation looks perfect. The way you look at me… like I’m the only one on stage.”
My mouth went dry. “Because you are.”
She bit her lip, then leaned in. The first kiss was gentle — sweet and slow, her lips soft and warm. I cupped her face, deepening it, and she melted against me with a quiet sigh. When we pulled apart, her cheeks were flushed.
“I want you to touch me tonight,” she whispered. “All of me. Especially… here.” She took my hand and placed it on her chest, right over her heart and the soft swell beneath her top. “I’ve seen how you look at them. I like it.”
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We moved to her bedroom, clothes coming off piece by piece between kisses. Eunbi’s body was a dream — toned from dancing but soft in all the right places. When her top came off, revealing a simple black bra that barely contained her large, full breasts, I couldn’t help but stare.
“God, Eunbi…” I breathed.
She laughed shyly, unclasping the bra herself and letting it fall. Her breasts spilled free — heavy, round, with pretty pink nipples already hardening in the cool air. They were perfect. I reached out, cupping one in each hand, feeling their weight and warmth.
“They’re sensitive tonight,” she said softly, voice a little breathy. “Be gentle at first?”
I nodded, leaning down to kiss the valley between them. The scent of her skin — clean sweat mixed with her sweet lotion — made my head spin. I worshipped them slowly, kissing every inch, licking along the soft undersides, then taking one nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue, while my hand massaged the other breast, thumb brushing the peak.
Eunbi moaned quietly, fingers threading through my hair. “That feels so good… keep going.”
I spent what felt like forever on her chest. Sucking, licking, gently biting, burying my face between them and pressing them against my cheeks. The softness was addictive. I’d pull back to admire how they glistened with my saliva, then dive back in, worshipping them like they deserved. She arched into my mouth, pushing her breasts together for me, encouraging every touch.
“You really love them, huh?” she teased between moans, but her voice was thick with arousal.
“More than you know,” I answered honestly, switching to the other nipple and giving it the same loving attention.
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My cock was painfully hard by then, straining against my boxers. Eunbi noticed and reached down, wrapping her hand around me. Her grip was warm and confident as she started stroking — slow, teasing handjob that had me groaning into her chest.
“Feels good?” she asked, twisting her wrist just right on every upstroke. Her thumb smeared the precum over the head, making everything slick and smooth. I nodded, still latched onto her breast, sucking harder as pleasure built.
She pushed me back gently onto the bed and slid down my body, breasts dragging along my skin. Kneeling between my legs, she looked up at me with that mix of innocence and heat. “Let me take care of you too.”
She started with her mouth — a slow, wet blowjob that drove me crazy. Her lips wrapped tight around the head, sucking softly while her tongue swirled. Then she took more, bobbing her head, taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. The sounds were obscene and perfect — wet slurps mixed with her little hums of pleasure.
While she sucked me, her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach. I watched her breasts sway with every movement, heavy and hypnotic.
“Eunbi… your tits,” I groaned.
She pulled off with a pop, smiling. “You want them here?”
I nodded eagerly. She sat up, pressing her breasts together around my cock. The titfuck was pure bliss. Warm, soft flesh enveloped me completely as she moved up and down, squeezing them tighter. The head of my cock disappeared between them on every stroke, slick with her saliva and my precum.
“Fuck, they’re so perfect,” I muttered, thrusting up gently into the valley of her chest. She looked down, watching the way I slid between her breasts, then leaned forward to lick the tip every time it appeared. The combination of titjob and her eager tongue had me losing control fast.
“You can cum on them,” she whispered, picking up the pace, bouncing her breasts around my shaft. “I want to see it.”
I didn’t last much longer. With a deep groan, I came hard, thick ropes of cum painting her chest and neck. Some landed on her nipples. Eunbi moaned softly, milking me with her breasts until I was spent, then used her fingers to spread it over her skin like lotion.
“Messy boy,” she teased, but her eyes were sparkling.
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I pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue. Then I laid her back down, ready to return the favor. I spent even more time worshipping her breasts — cleaning my cum off with my tongue, sucking her nipples until she was squirming and begging. My hand slipped between her legs; she was soaked.
Two fingers slid inside her easily while I continued lavishing attention on her chest. I curled them, rubbing that spot inside her as my thumb found her clit. Eunbi’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against my hand.
“Don’t stop… please, I’m close—”
She came with a shudder, pussy clenching around my fingers, a rush of wetness coating my hand. I kept sucking on her breast through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was panting and tugging at my hair.
We took a short break, cuddling close. She traced patterns on my chest while I gently massaged her breasts, soft and affectionate now. “No one’s ever paid this much attention to them before,” she admitted quietly. “It feels really good. Special.”
“You deserve it,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. The fluffy warmth between us felt real — safe and intimate.
But the heat built again quickly. She straddled me, guiding my cock inside her tight, wet heat. We moved together slowly at first, her riding me while I reached up to play with her bouncing breasts. I squeezed them, pinched her nipples, pulled her down so I could suck on them while she ground against me.
The pace quickened. She rode me harder, tits slapping against my face as I worshipped them from below. I flipped us so I was on top, thrusting deep while still buried between her breasts as much as possible — kissing, licking, sucking nonstop.
“Cum inside me,” she moaned, legs wrapped tight around my waist. “I want to feel you.”
I drove into her faster, the wet sounds filling the room. When I finally came, buried deep, she clenched around me and came again, her body trembling under mine.
We collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied. I pulled her into my arms, kissing her softly. My hands never left her chest for long — gentle caresses now, soothing and loving. Eunbi nuzzled into my neck, humming contentedly.
“Stay the night?” she asked.
“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
We talked quietly for a while — about the comeback, our feelings, how this had been building for weeks. Another round followed later: slower, lazier. She gave me another incredible blowjob while I played with her breasts, then another titfuck that ended with me covering them again. I ate her out while she sat on my face, her heavy tits resting on my chest as she rode my tongue to another shaking orgasm.
By the time we finally drifted off, her body curled against mine, I knew this was more than just one night. Eunbi’s soft breathing, the way she kept my hand on her chest even in sleep — it felt like the start of something real.
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Hope you enjoyed the detailed worship and fluffy connection. Let me know if you want more like this. - Jaewon
After their first intense night of breast worship, Eunbi invites her boyfriend over for a special private evening where she lets him indulge even more. What starts as gentle cuddles turns into a long, loving session focused entirely on her full, sensitive breasts — with plenty of titjobs, sucking, squeezing, and passionate sex in between. Pure fluffy smut indulgence.
Eunbi texted me earlier that day with a simple message: “Come over after practice. Door’s unlocked. I have a surprise for you.” My heart had been racing ever since. When I stepped into her apartment that evening, the lights were dimmed low, soft music playing from her speaker. She was waiting on the couch wearing nothing but one of my oversized shirts, the hem barely covering her thighs. Her hair was down, makeup light, and that shy but excited smile on her face made my chest feel tight.
“Hi,” she said softly, patting the spot beside her. “I’ve been thinking about last time all week. I want tonight to be… special. Just for you.”
I sat down and pulled her onto my lap immediately. She melted against me, arms wrapping around my neck as we kissed slowly. Her body felt warm and soft, and I could already feel her nipples hardening through the thin shirt.
“You’re always special,” I murmured against her lips. “But I’m not complaining.”
She giggled, the sound light and happy, then stood up and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom. Candles were lit on the nightstand, casting a warm glow. She pushed me gently onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling my waist. Slowly, she peeled off the shirt, revealing her full, heavy breasts. They were perfect — round, soft, with pretty pink nipples already stiff.
“They’re yours tonight,” she whispered, cupping them and offering them to me. “All of them. Do whatever you want.”
I groaned and sat up, burying my face between them immediately. The warmth, the softness, the way they pressed against my cheeks — it was addictive. I kissed the valley between them, then moved to one nipple, sucking gently at first. Eunbi moaned softly, fingers threading through my hair as she arched her back, pushing more of her breast into my mouth.
“Yes… just like that,” she breathed. “I love when you worship them.”
I spent a long time on her chest. Licking, sucking, gently biting. I pressed her breasts together and motorboated them, making her laugh breathlessly before it turned into a moan when I sucked harder on her nipples. My hands kneaded the soft flesh, thumbs brushing over the peaks until they were glistening with my saliva.
“You’re obsessed,” she teased, but her voice was thick with arousal. “I love it.”
I pushed her onto her back and crawled over her, still focused entirely on her tits. I took one nipple into my mouth again, sucking harder while my hand massaged the other. Eunbi squirmed underneath me, thighs pressing together. Her hand slid down between us, stroking me through my pants.
“Take these off,” she murmured. “I want to feel you too.”
I stripped quickly. She wrapped her soft breasts around my cock without needing to be asked. The titfuck was slow and perfect. She pressed them tightly together, sliding them up and down my shaft while looking up at me with those pretty eyes. Her tongue flicked out to lick the head every time it appeared between her cleavage.
“Fuck, they’re so soft,” I groaned, thrusting gently between them.
She smiled, squeezing tighter. “Cum on them whenever you want, baby. I love feeling it on my skin.”
I didn’t last long. The sight of my cock disappearing between her perfect tits pushed me over the edge. I came hard, thick ropes painting her chest and neck. Eunbi moaned softly, milking me with her breasts until I was spent. Then she used her fingers to spread my cum over her nipples, playing with them while watching my reaction.
“Messy boy,” she whispered, but she looked proud.
I cleaned her chest with my tongue, savoring the taste of myself on her skin while she whimpered and arched. Then I spent even more time worshipping her breasts — sucking until her nipples were swollen and sensitive, burying my face between them, pressing them against my cheeks. Eunbi’s moans grew louder, her hips grinding against my thigh.
“I’m so wet,” she admitted, voice breathy. “Just from you playing with them.”
I slid down her body and ate her out slowly, two fingers curling inside her while my mouth stayed busy on her tits. She came hard, thighs trembling around my head, a sweet squirt coating my fingers.
We made love after that. First in missionary, her legs wrapped around me as I thrust deep, still sucking on her breasts the whole time. Then she rode me in cowgirl, tits bouncing in my face as I lavished them with attention. I flipped her for doggy, reaching around to grope and squeeze while pounding into her from behind.
Every position came back to her chest. I couldn’t get enough. Another titfuck in the middle, her pressing her cum-covered breasts together around me again. She came multiple times, squirting on my cock and the sheets, moaning my name mixed with praises.
The final round was slow and intimate. Missionary again, eye contact the whole time, my mouth on her tits as I filled her with a deep creampie. She clenched around me, another small squirt mixing with my load as she trembled through her last orgasm.
Afterward, we lay tangled together, sweaty and satisfied. Eunbi curled into my side, one leg thrown over mine, my hand still gently cupping one of her breasts. She traced patterns on my chest, humming contentedly.
“You really do love them, huh?” she asked with a soft laugh.
“More than you know,” I admitted, kissing the top of her head. “But I love all of you. The way you trust me with this. The way you let me worship you.”
She nuzzled closer. “I love letting you. It makes me feel beautiful. Desired. Safe.”
We talked quietly for a long time after that — about her day, my week, little dreams for the future. Her voice grew sleepy, but she kept my hand on her chest, like she needed the connection even as she drifted off.
I stayed awake a little longer, gently massaging her breast, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing. Eunbi had given me something precious tonight — not just her body, but her complete trust and affection. I kissed her forehead one last time and finally let sleep take me, content in the warmth of her embrace.
Mornings like the next one were my favorite. She woke me with soft kisses along my jaw, then guided my mouth back to her chest for a lazy, loving start to the day. We spent hours in bed again, exploring each other slowly, her breasts getting all the attention they deserved.
Being with Kwon Eunbi felt like the best kind of addiction — sweet, fluffy, and completely satisfying.
The highway was a nightmare. Cars barely moving, brake lights stretching endlessly ahead under the darkening sky. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenched after another long day. Irene sat in the passenger seat at first, but the moment traffic slowed to a crawl, she unbuckled and climbed into the back.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled her skirt higher up her thighs, eyes burning with that sharp, irritated look she got when she was pissed off and horny at the same time. “I’m tired of waiting. Tired of everything today. Fuck me. Right now.”
Irene had been in a mood since we left the building—short answers, snapping at small things. Now that energy had flipped into something raw and demanding. She was the kind of horny girl who didn’t ask nicely when she needed it. She demanded.
“People can see us,” I muttered, but my cock was already stirring at the sight of her spreading her legs in the backseat, black lace panties visible.
“Then drive slower and make it good, daddy,” she shot back, voice low and edged with anger. “Or I’ll do it myself and you can watch.”
That snapped something in me. I checked the mirrors—tinted windows helped, but the car beside us was close enough to make it risky. Fuck it. I reached back, grabbed her arm, and pulled her closer to the center.
Irene climbed over the console with surprising speed for someone in heels and a tight skirt. She shoved my seat back as far as it would go and attacked my belt. Her hands were rough, yanking my pants open. My cock sprang free, and she wrapped her fingers around it immediately, stroking hard.
“Already hard for me? Good,” she hissed. “You’ve been teasing me all day with those looks.”
She leaned down and took me into her mouth without warning. The blowjob was angry and wet. No teasing licks—just straight to deep, sloppy sucking. Her lips stretched tight around my shaft as she bobbed fast, tongue pressing hard underneath. Saliva ran down my cock and onto my balls. She gagged herself on purpose, throat tightening around the head every time she pushed deeper.
“Shit, Irene…” I groaned, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching back to grip her hair. Traffic inched forward. The car next to us had a guy who looked over briefly. My heart pounded harder.
She pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her glossy lips to my throbbing dick. “Drive. And keep your eyes on the road while I use this cock.”
I tried. She dove back down, sucking louder, messier. The wet sounds filled the car. Her hand twisted at the base while her mouth worked the head, hollowing her cheeks. Every few seconds she’d pop off to spit on it and stroke furiously before swallowing me again. It was rough, almost punishing, like she was mad at my dick for making her this needy.
I hit a clearer stretch and reached back, grabbing her tit through her top. She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight through me. “You’re such a horny little slut when you’re pissed,” I said.
She pulled off, eyes flashing. “Then fuck your slut, daddy. Now.”
I found the next exit and pulled into a slightly wider lane where traffic was moving even slower. Irene didn’t wait. She hiked her skirt up to her waist, yanked her panties to the side, and straddled me in cowgirl right there in the driver’s seat. The car was cramped, steering wheel pressing into her back, but she didn’t care.
She grabbed my cock and sank down hard, taking every inch in one go. “Fuck—yes,” she hissed, head falling back. Her pussy was dripping wet and burning hot. She started riding immediately, angry bounces that made her ass slap against my thighs. Her tits bounced inside her top as she gripped my shoulders for leverage.
I thrust up to meet her, one hand on her hip, the other sliding up to squeeze her throat lightly. “Ride it harder. That’s what you wanted, right?”
“Yes, daddy,” she moaned, grinding down deep before lifting almost all the way off and slamming back down. The car rocked slightly with her movements. Outside, drivers in neighboring lanes were inches away. Someone honked far behind us. Irene didn’t slow down. If anything, the risk made her wetter.
Her walls clenched tight around me, creamy and slick. She leaned forward, biting my neck as she rode faster. “Deeper. Fill me up. I need it rough tonight.”
I reached between us and rubbed her clit hard. Irene’s body jerked, a sharp squirt soaking my lap and the seat. She came fast and angry, moaning through gritted teeth, but kept bouncing through the orgasm like she was chasing another one immediately.
“Again,” she demanded, voice hoarse. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Traffic stopped completely again. I pushed her off me, ignoring her protest, and climbed into the backseat with her. I bent Irene over the center console, ass up in doggy style. Her face pressed against the cool leather of the passenger seat as I shoved back inside her from behind.
“Fuck!” she cried out, louder than before. I clamped a hand over her mouth while the other gripped her hip, pounding into her hard. The angle was perfect—deep, punishing strokes that made her ass ripple every time I slammed home.
“You wanted this, you horny girl,” I growled, smacking her ass sharply. “Taking daddy’s cock in traffic like a desperate slut.”
Irene moaned into my palm, pushing back against every thrust. Her pussy was creaming all over my shaft, juices dripping down her thighs. I fucked her faster, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the confined space. Another car pulled up right beside us. I could see the driver’s silhouette. Irene noticed too and clenched tighter around me.
She came again, squirting hard around my cock, soaking the seat. Her legs shook but I didn’t let up, railing her through it. “Gonna cum inside this greedy pussy.”
“Do it,” she gasped when I moved my hand. “Fill me, daddy. Pump it all in.”
I buried myself deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum shooting straight into her. Irene shuddered, milking me with her walls, taking every drop. But she wasn’t satisfied yet. As soon as I pulled out, she turned around, cum already leaking down her thighs, and pushed me back against the seat.
She climbed on again in cowgirl, facing me this time, sinking onto my cum-slick cock. “More. I’m not done.”
Her bounces were relentless. Sweat glistened on her skin, short hair sticking to her forehead. I yanked her top down, exposing her breasts, and sucked hard on one nipple while she rode me like she was angry at the traffic, at the day, at everything except my dick.
“Harder, daddy. Fuck me like you mean it,” she panted, grinding her clit against me on every downstroke.
I thrust up brutally, hands digging into her ass. The car shook noticeably now. Horns blared outside but we didn’t stop. She came twice more in this position, squirting messily over my stomach and the seats, her moans turning into broken whimpers.
I flipped her again, this time pressing her against the backseat door for a rough standing doggy variation. One of her legs hooked over the seat as I drove into her from behind, pounding deep and fast. Her face was pressed against the tinted window. If anyone looked close enough, they might see.
“Again,” she demanded, voice raw. “Cum in me again.”
I did. Second creampie, even bigger than the first, overflowing her pussy and running down her legs. Irene’s body trembled through another orgasm, her walls spasming wildly.
Traffic started moving a little faster but we stayed in the back. She gave me another aggressive blowjob, cleaning our mixed juices off my cock while I tried to keep the car steady. Her head bobbed furiously, gagging and slurping, determined to get me hard again.
Once I was ready, she mounted me reverse cowgirl, ass facing me as she bounced. The view was filthy—her pussy stretched around my cock, cum from previous loads leaking out with every movement. I smacked her ass red, gripping her hips and thrusting up hard.
“You’re such a horny fucking mess,” I said, voice rough.
“Your horny mess,” she shot back, slamming down harder. “Now breed me one more time, daddy.”
I reached around and rubbed her clit roughly. She squirted again, weaker this time but still intense, body shaking as I pumped my third load deep inside her. So much cum that it poured out when she finally lifted off, dripping onto the floor mat.
Irene collapsed against the seat, breathing hard, legs spread, cum leaking steadily from her wrecked pussy. Her makeup was smudged, lips swollen, but the angry hunger in her eyes had finally eased into tired satisfaction.
I pulled back into the driver’s seat as traffic finally started clearing. She stayed in the back for a while, fixing her clothes as best she could, but the car reeked of sex and her thighs were still shiny with cum.
“Better?” I asked, glancing back.
She met my eyes in the mirror, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “For now. But the drive home is still long.”
The rest of the ride continued with her fingers occasionally teasing herself in the back, keeping the heat simmering. Irene was never fully satisfied in one go when she got like this. And I knew there would be more the second we got somewhere with actual space.
By the time we reached the destination, she had demanded and received exactly what she needed—rough, angry car sex that left the interior messy and both of us drained.
The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau arrived at precisely 7:00 AM. Director Park’s elegant script on the front read: "Park Ji-hyo (TWICE) – Level 3 Comprehensive Inspection. Immediate priority due to upcoming comeback preparations. Senior Inspector Y/N assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to provide support as needed."
Inspector Y/N stood in the softly lit preparation room of the FBIA’s hidden wing, reviewing the file with his usual calm focus. In his early thirties, tall and composed, he was known for his precise technique and ability to maintain professional boundaries even during the most intimate protocols. The luxury clinic above served as a perfect cover; down here, in the soundproofed suites with warmed tables and ambient lighting, the real work of ensuring Korea’s top female talents remained in peak condition took place.
Agent Kang entered first, his broad, imposing frame moving with military efficiency. “Preparations complete. Table at optimal temperature, oils and lubricants prepared, logs initialized.”
Agent Lee followed, tablet in hand, his sharper features carrying a faint, professional smirk. “Miss Jihyo has arrived and reviewed the consent forms. She’s cooperative but understandably nervous about the full sensory mapping.”
Y/N nodded. “Reconfirm everything at each stage. Bring her in.”
Jihyo stepped into the room moments later, the standard white robe wrapped tightly around her. At twenty-nine, the TWICE leader exuded quiet strength, but in this private setting her cheeks already carried a soft pink flush. Her dark hair was pulled back neatly, and she offered a small bow.
“Inspector Y/N… Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted softly. “I understand this is mandatory for the comeback.”
Y/N’s voice was low and reassuring. “It is. The Bureau’s orders are strict, but your comfort and consent come first. We’ll proceed step by step: visual assessment, palpation, full-body sensory mapping with fingers and tongue. You may stop or adjust at any time. Do you consent to the complete Level 3 protocol?”
Jihyo took a steadying breath, then nodded. “I consent.”
“Very good. Robe off and lie face up on the table when you’re ready.”
She let the robe fall, revealing her beautifully toned idol body — full, rounded breasts with soft pink nipples, a gentle curve at her waist, smooth shaved mound, powerful thighs shaped by years of choreography, and dainty feet. The warm lights highlighted every smooth inch of her skin.
Y/N began the visual assessment, circling slowly while Agent Lee documented. “Skin healthy, no visible issues. Some residual shoulder tension noted.”
He warmed his hands and started palpation at her neck, fingers pressing firmly along the muscles. Jihyo exhaled shakily. Agent Kang stepped forward to support her shoulders, allowing deeper access. Y/N’s fingers worked the trapezius, easing knots, before he leaned in for sensory mapping. His tongue dragged slowly from her collarbone up the side of her neck, tasting the light salt and faint floral trace on her skin. She shivered.
The inspection continued downward. Y/N cupped her full breasts, kneading them with careful pressure to check tissue and tone. His thumbs circled the nipples until they stiffened. Lowering his head, he licked long, wet stripes beneath each breast, then swirled his tongue around the peaks, sucking lightly. Jihyo’s breathing quickened, soft sounds escaping her.
“Turn over, please,” Y/N instructed after several minutes. With Agent Kang’s steady hands on her hips, she rolled onto her stomach. Y/N traced her spine with firm fingers, then followed with his tongue in one continuous, slow lick from nape to the dimples above her ass. Agent Lee applied warming oil, helping everything glide.
“Posterior checks complete. Turn back over.”
Now came the more intimate phase. “Lower body inspection. Consent check.”
“I… I consent,” Jihyo whispered, voice already breathy.
Y/N positioned himself between her parted thighs. Agent Kang supported one leg firmly at the knee, opening her fully while maintaining stability. Y/N’s fingers gently spread her smooth folds, sliding along every ridge and sensitive crease in slow, clinical strokes. He checked texture, responsiveness, and any hidden tension, circling her clit lightly before pressing shallowly at her entrance for inspection purposes only.
“Breathe deeply for me,” he murmured. His tongue joined — long, thorough licks from her entrance up over her clit and back down, tasting her growing wetness. Jihyo moaned openly, hips twitching. The sensations built rapidly under the relentless, professional attention.
To deepen the protocol and assess self-stimulation response — a standard part of Level 3 for high-stress idols — Y/N spoke calmly. “As part of the full check, I need you to touch yourself while we continue. Show us how you relieve built-up tension. This helps verify natural responses.”
Jihyo’s eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, cheeks burning. Her hand moved down, fingers finding her clit as Y/N’s tongue continued its mapping. Agent Lee noted the responses professionally. She began rubbing herself in small circles, matching the rhythm of Y/N’s licks and finger strokes along her folds.
The room filled with her soft, escalating moans. Y/N licked every inch — inner thighs, the crease where leg met body, back to her dripping entrance — while his fingers assisted, spreading and stroking. Jihyo’s own fingers moved faster, dipping shallowly and rubbing her swollen clit as the inspection intensified.
Agent Kang held her leg steady, voice low. “Good. Let it build naturally.”
The combined stimulation proved overwhelming. Jihyo’s body tensed, thighs trembling against Agent Kang’s hold. Her fingers worked frantically now, rubbing and pressing while Y/N’s tongue lapped steadily at her most sensitive spots.
“Ah—! Inspector… I’m—!”
She cried out as the orgasm hit hard. Her body convulsed, and with a gush of clear fluid, she squirted powerfully across Y/N’s tongue and fingers. The warm release coated his chin and hand as he continued gentle licks, guiding her through the intense peak without pause. Jihyo’s hand kept moving through it, drawing out every shudder until she collapsed back, panting heavily, legs shaking.
Y/N straightened, voice steady and approving. “Excellent response. Natural lubrication and release within healthy parameters. The Bureau will note strong resilience.”
They gave her a brief rest, wiping her gently with warm cloths. Agent Lee updated the logs. Then the inspection resumed on her posterior lower body.
Turning her again with the agents’ assistance, Y/N kneaded and spread her firm ass cheeks. His tongue traced the cleft slowly, licking over her tight hole in careful circles before moving down the backs of her thighs and behind her knees. Jihyo, still sensitive from her earlier release, whimpered softly but endured the thorough mapping.
Finally, the feet. Y/N lifted one dainty foot, sucking each toe into his mouth one by one, tongue sliding between them, then licking firm strokes across the sole and arch. He repeated on the other foot, ensuring complete coverage.
Nearly two and a half hours had passed by the session’s end. Jihyo lay flushed, glistening with oil and traces of her own release, every single body part having been meticulously inspected, touched, and tasted.
Y/N helped her sit up, draping a fresh robe around her shoulders. “You passed exceptionally well, Jihyo. Minimal strain overall. The squirting response indicates good pelvic floor health and stress relief capacity — very positive for your schedule.”
She looked at him with hazy, grateful eyes, still catching her breath. “Thank you… all of you. It was intense… embarrassing at first, but I feel much lighter now. Relieved.”
Agent Kang offered a rare, approving nod. “Protocol executed perfectly. No deviations.”
Agent Lee smiled lightly while finalizing the report. “Clean bill. We’ll recommend follow-up sessions if the Bureau deems necessary. Rest well, Miss Jihyo.”
As she prepared to leave, Y/N walked her to the door. “Take care of yourself. The work you do is demanding, but we’re here to support you.”
Jihyo paused, offering a small, genuine smile. “I will, Inspector Y/N. If the Bureau calls again… I won’t be as nervous next time.”
The door closed softly behind her. Y/N washed up at the station, reflecting on the session. The FBIA’s protocols were strict, intimate, and highly effective — protecting these women through thorough, hands-on care. Moments of raw release like Jihyo’s squirting were not uncommon in deep inspections and always documented professionally.
Agent Lee chuckled. “She handled the masturbation and release component beautifully. Next order should be coming in soon.”
Y/N glanced at the secure tablet. “Indeed. The Bureau never rests.”
The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau arrived at 7:05 AM the following morning. Director Park’s precise handwriting detailed the next assignment: "Hirai Momo (TWICE) – Level 3 Comprehensive Pre-Comeback Strain Evaluation. Focus on dance-induced lower body and core tension. Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to assist with positioning and documentation."
Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo reviewed the file in the preparation room, his tall frame steady and composed. In his early thirties, Park Gunwoo was renowned within the FBIA for his exceptional control and thoroughness. His deep, calming voice and precise hands made even the most nerve-wracking protocols manageable for the women under his care. The hidden wing of the luxury Seoul clinic remained quiet, the soft lighting and temperature-controlled air creating the ideal environment for the day’s demanding work.
Agent Kang entered first, broad-shouldered and strict as ever. “All equipment prepared, Inspector. Warming oils, fresh linens, and the padded table calibrated.”
Agent Lee followed closely, tablet ready. “Miss Momo has arrived. She reviewed the full protocol details and gave preliminary consent. She mentioned some tightness in her thighs and hips from recent choreography sessions.”
Park Gunwoo nodded. “Standard procedure. Reconfirm consent at every major transition. Bring her in.”
A soft knock sounded, and Hirai Momo stepped into the examination suite. At twenty-nine, the Japanese-born TWICE member carried a dancer’s powerful yet feminine physique. Her light brown hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and she clutched the white robe modestly. Her cheeks showed a natural flush even before the session began, her large, expressive eyes reflecting a mix of professionalism and shy anticipation.
“Inspector Park Gunwoo… Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted with a small bow, her voice soft with a faint accent. “I know this is necessary before the comeback. I’ve been pushing hard in practice.”
Park Gunwoo offered a reassuring smile. “We’re here to ensure your body can handle it, Momo. The Bureau’s orders are strict, but your safety and consent are paramount. We’ll proceed step by step: visual, palpation, full sensory mapping. You can stop or request adjustments at any time. Do you consent to the complete Level 3 protocol today?”
Momo took a deep breath, then nodded firmly. “I consent.”
“Excellent. Please remove the robe and lie face up on the table when you’re ready.”
She let the robe slip away, revealing her idol body in its full glory. Momo possessed a noticeably curvier figure than many of her peers — full, rounded breasts with sensitive pinkish nipples, a toned yet soft waist with visible dancer’s abs, wide hips, thick and powerful thighs sculpted from endless hours of dance, a smooth shaved mound, and strong yet dainty feet. The warm lights accentuated the healthy glow of her skin and the subtle muscle definition earned through dedication.
Park Gunwoo began the visual assessment, circling the table slowly as Agent Lee documented. “Overall excellent tone. Some visible tightness in the hip flexors and inner thighs, consistent with recent schedules.”
He warmed his hands thoroughly and started palpation at her neck and shoulders. Strong fingers pressed and kneaded, locating knots formed from sharp choreography movements. Momo exhaled shakily. Agent Kang stepped forward, his large hands gently supporting her upper back for deeper access. Park Gunwoo’s touch was firm yet caring as he worked the trapezius muscles.
Transitioning to sensory mapping, Park Gunwoo leaned down. His tongue dragged slowly from her collarbone upward along the side of her neck, tasting the clean, slightly sweet flavor of her skin. Momo shivered, a tiny gasp escaping. He repeated on the other side, lips brushing near her ear before pulling back.
The inspection moved lower. Park Gunwoo cupped her full breasts, kneading them with deliberate pressure to assess tissue health and any underlying strain. His thumbs circled the nipples until they pebbled under his touch. Lowering his head, he licked long, wet stripes beneath each breast, savoring the soft curves, then swirled his tongue around each peak, sucking lightly to test sensitivity. Momo’s breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling noticeably.
“Upper body checks progressing well,” Park Gunwoo noted calmly. Agent Lee recorded every response.
After several minutes of thorough attention to her torso and ribs, Park Gunwoo instructed, “Turn over for the posterior check, please.”
With Agent Kang’s steady assistance on her hips, Momo rolled onto her stomach. Park Gunwoo’s fingers traced down her spine, pressing firmly along each vertebra and into the lower back. His tongue followed in one long, continuous lick from the nape of her neck all the way down to the dimples above her ass, leaving a glistening trail. Agent Lee applied a thin layer of warming oil, allowing everything to glide smoothly over her skin.
“Any specific discomfort here?” Park Gunwoo asked.
“Just the usual from dancing… it feels good,” Momo murmured into the pillow.
They spent extended time on her back and sides before having her turn face up again. “Now the lower body inspection. Consent check.”
Momo’s voice was already breathier. “I consent… please continue.”
Park Gunwoo positioned himself at the end of the table. He gently parted her thick thighs, exposing her most intimate areas. Agent Kang supported one leg firmly at the knee, holding it open for optimal access and stability while maintaining professionalism. Park Gunwoo’s two fingers spread her smooth folds with clinical care, sliding slowly along every ridge, crease, and sensitive dip. He checked for swelling, texture, and tension, circling her clit with light pressure before exploring shallowly at her entrance.
“Breathe deeply for me, Momo,” he instructed softly. His tongue joined the inspection — delivering long, thorough licks from her entrance up over her clit and back down again, tasting her growing arousal. Momo moaned openly, her hips twitching against the hold.
To fully assess self-stimulation response and pelvic resilience — a required component of Level 3 for dancers under high physical stress — Park Gunwoo spoke evenly. “As part of the protocol, I need you to touch yourself while we continue the mapping. This helps evaluate natural tension release and response patterns.”
Momo’s face flushed deeper, but she nodded. Her hand moved down between her thighs, fingers finding her swollen clit as Park Gunwoo’s tongue continued its work. Agent Lee noted the details professionally. She began rubbing herself in steady circles, matching the rhythm of Park Gunwoo’s licks and finger strokes along her folds and entrance.
The room filled with her soft, escalating moans and the wet sounds of the inspection. Park Gunwoo licked every inch meticulously — the sensitive inner thighs, the crease where leg met body, back to her dripping core — while his fingers assisted, spreading and stroking with precise care. Momo’s own fingers moved faster, rubbing and occasionally dipping shallowly as the combined sensations intensified.
Agent Kang maintained his firm but gentle hold on her leg. “You’re handling it well. Let the release come naturally if it builds.”
Momo’s body tensed, thick thighs trembling in Agent Kang’s grasp. Her fingers worked frantically now on her clit while Park Gunwoo’s tongue lapped steadily, focusing on every sensitive spot. The pressure built rapidly.
“Ahh—! Inspector Park Gunwoo… I can’t hold—!”
Her cry echoed as the orgasm crashed through her. Momo’s body convulsed powerfully, and she squirted in strong, clear gushes across Park Gunwoo’s tongue and fingers. The warm fluid coated his chin and hand as he continued gentle, guiding licks to ease her through the intense peak. Her hand kept moving through the spasms, drawing out every shudder and aftershock until she collapsed back onto the table, panting and trembling.
Park Gunwoo straightened slightly, voice steady and approving. “Very strong natural response. Excellent pelvic floor strength and stress relief indicators. This will benefit your dance performance significantly.”
They allowed her a short recovery period, gently wiping her with warm cloths. Agent Lee updated the logs efficiently. The inspection then continued to the posterior lower body.
With the agents’ assistance, Momo was turned onto her stomach once more. Park Gunwoo kneaded and spread her firm, rounded ass cheeks, fingers exploring the muscle tone. His tongue traced the cleft slowly, licking over her tight hole in careful, thorough circles before moving down the backs of her powerful thighs and behind her knees — areas prone to tightness in dancers. Momo whimpered softly, still sensitive, but endured the detailed sensory mapping.
Finally, the feet received full attention. Park Gunwoo lifted one dainty foot, sucking each toe individually into his mouth, his tongue sliding between them to taste and check every part. He licked firm, broad strokes across the sole and arch, repeating the process meticulously on the other foot.
Nearly two hours and forty minutes had passed when the session concluded. Momo lay flushed and glistening with oil, sweat, and traces of her release, every single body part having been pressed, touched, licked, and fully inspected.
Park Gunwoo helped her sit up carefully, draping a fresh robe over her shoulders. “You passed with outstanding marks, Momo. The lower body strain is manageable with the recommended recovery plan. The squirting response confirms healthy function under stress.”
Momo looked at him with hazy, grateful eyes, still catching her breath. “Thank you… Inspector Park Gunwoo, and the team. It was so intense… but I really feel looser now. Ready for practice again.”
Agent Kang gave an approving nod. “Protocol followed without deviation.”
Agent Lee smiled lightly as he finalized the report. “Clean bill of health. We’ll forward recommendations to the Bureau and your management. Rest and hydrate well, Miss Momo.”
As she prepared to leave, Park Gunwoo walked her to the door. “Take care of that powerful body of yours. The Bureau will call if further sessions are needed.”
Momo offered a small, genuine smile, a hint of her usual bright personality returning. “I will. Thank you again… I feel safer knowing these checks exist.”
The door closed softly. Park Gunwoo washed up at the station, reflecting on the thorough session. The FBIA’s work, though strictly bounded, provided essential care for these women who pushed their limits daily.
Agent Lee chuckled. “Another successful day. Her dance background made the lower checks particularly responsive.”
Park Gunwoo glanced at the secure tablet as a new notification appeared. “The Bureau is already preparing tomorrow’s order.”
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(Author's Note I changed Y/N To Park Gunwoo because have request)
The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau slid into the secure slot at 7:10 AM. Director Park’s refined handwriting outlined the day’s directive: "Minatozaki Sana (TWICE) – Level 3 Comprehensive Pre-Schedule Vitality Assessment. Emphasis on flexibility, skin sensitivity, and overall endurance ahead of variety show and photoshoot commitments. Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to support with positioning and detailed logging."
Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo stood in the preparation area of the FBIA’s discreet wing, his posture composed and professional. The early-thirties inspector reviewed Sana’s file with focused attention. Her schedule involved high-energy variety appearances and visually demanding photoshoots, requiring exceptional flexibility and skin resilience. The hidden luxury clinic wing maintained its usual serene atmosphere—soft, warm lighting, perfectly calibrated room temperature, and the faint hum of ventilation ensuring complete privacy.
Agent Kang arrived promptly, his tall, broad frame moving with disciplined efficiency. “All setups verified, Inspector. Table preheated, multiple oil variants prepared for sensitivity testing, and documentation station online.”
Agent Lee entered right behind him, tablet in hand and a subtle, observant glint in his eyes. “Miss Sana has checked in. She’s familiar with the protocol from team briefings and has expressed readiness. She mentioned mild stiffness in her hips from recent dance practices but overall high energy.”
Park Gunwoo nodded. “We maintain full protocol integrity. Reconfirm consent frequently. Escort her in.”
A gentle knock preceded Sana’s entrance. At twenty-nine, Minatozaki Sana embodied elegant charm with an underlying playful sensuality. Her long, silky hair cascaded over one shoulder, and she held the standard white robe closed with delicate fingers. Her bright eyes scanned the room, taking in the three men with a mix of poise and subtle nervousness.
“Inspector Park Gunwoo, Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted with a soft, melodic voice and a small bow. “I’m here for the vitality check. The Bureau’s timing is perfect before my upcoming shoots.”
Park Gunwoo offered a calm, reassuring smile. “Your well-being is our priority, Sana. The FBIA Decisions Bureau requires this thorough evaluation to confirm you’re prepared for the physical and visual demands ahead. We proceed methodically: visual review, palpation, complete sensory mapping using fingers and tongue. Adjustments or pauses are always permitted. Do you give your full consent for the Level 3 protocol?”
Sana inhaled deeply, then nodded with quiet determination. “Yes, I consent fully.”
“Understood. Disrobe at your comfort and position yourself face up on the table.”
She allowed the robe to fall gracefully, unveiling her stunning figure. Sana’s body was the epitome of balanced idol beauty — elegantly proportioned with perky, rounded breasts crowned by soft rosy nipples, a slender yet softly curved waist, flared hips, long toned legs, a perfectly smooth shaved mound, and graceful feet. Her skin had a luminous, almost porcelain quality that photographers adored.
Park Gunwoo conducted the initial visual assessment with slow, deliberate steps around the table while Agent Lee logged observations. “Skin radiance excellent. Minor hip flexor tightness visible, but overall posture and flexibility indicators are strong.”
He warmed his hands and initiated palpation at her neck and jawline, important areas for her expressive variety show performances. Fingers pressed with measured firmness, detecting subtle tension. Agent Kang moved in to cradle her head gently for better access. Park Gunwoo’s touch traveled to her shoulders, working the muscles in slow, deep circles.
For sensory mapping, he leaned close. His tongue traced a slow, heated path from the base of her throat along one delicate collarbone, savoring the faint sweetness of her skin. Sana’s breath caught audibly. He mirrored the action on the opposite side, lips grazing the sensitive skin near her shoulder before retreating.
Progressing downward, Park Gunwoo cupped her perky breasts, massaging them with attentive pressure to evaluate tissue elasticity and circulation. His thumbs teased the nipples into firm peaks. He then lavished them with oral attention—broad, wet licks across the undersides and around the curves, followed by focused swirling and light suction on each nipple. Sana’s soft whimpers filled the room as her body responded eagerly.
“Upper torso checks stable,” he noted. After thorough rib and abdominal palpation, he directed, “Please turn onto your stomach for the back assessment.”
Agent Kang assisted with smooth efficiency, his strong hands supporting her waist during the turn. Park Gunwoo’s fingers mapped her spine from neck to lower back, pressing into areas prone to stiffness from varied activities. His tongue followed in one unbroken, sensual glide down the entire length of her back, pausing to circle the sensitive dimples above her ass. Agent Lee applied a specialized light oil blend formulated for sensitive skin, enhancing the glide and adding a subtle warming sensation.
Sana sighed softly. “That oil feels nice… very relaxing.”
They dedicated ample time to her back and side flanks before requesting she return to a supine position. “Entering the lower body phase. Do you still consent?”
Her voice had grown noticeably huskier. “I consent… I’m ready.”
Park Gunwoo settled at the foot of the table and gently spread her long, toned legs. Agent Kang supported one thigh with a firm yet careful grip, elevating and opening her for comprehensive access. Park Gunwoo’s fingers delicately parted her smooth folds, gliding along every delicate contour and fold with clinical precision. He assessed responsiveness, noting increased natural lubrication as he circled her clit and explored the shallow entrance.
“Breathe steadily, Sana,” he instructed in his deep, soothing tone. His tongue engaged next, delivering slow, exploratory licks from her entrance upward across her clit and back, thoroughly tasting and mapping her most intimate geography.
To evaluate natural self-regulation and endurance under stimulation—a key metric in Level 3 vitality assessments—Park Gunwoo continued calmly. “For the protocol’s self-stimulation component, please use your fingers on yourself while we proceed. This verifies autonomous tension release and overall vitality.”
Sana’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, but she complied without hesitation. Her elegant hand slid down, fingers locating her clit as Park Gunwoo’s tongue maintained its rhythmic licking. Agent Lee documented the physiological responses with professional detachment. Sana began touching herself with increasing confidence, rubbing in smooth circles that synchronized with the inspector’s thorough oral mapping.
The suite resonated with her melodic, rising moans and the slick sounds of combined efforts. Park Gunwoo explored every area with dedication—long licks along her inner thighs, focused attention at the sensitive junctions of leg and torso, and persistent strokes of his fingers supplementing her own. Sana’s movements grew more urgent, her free hand gripping the table edge as pleasure mounted.
Agent Kang maintained his supportive hold, voice low and steady. “Excellent control. Allow the natural peak to occur.”
Sana’s body arched, thighs quivering in Agent Kang’s grasp. Her fingers rubbed faster over her clit while Park Gunwoo’s tongue pressed firmly against her most responsive spots. The tension crested dramatically.
“Inspector—Gunwoo—ahh!”
Her orgasm erupted with intensity. Sana’s body shuddered violently as she squirted in powerful, successive waves, the clear fluid splashing warmly over Park Gunwoo’s tongue, lips, and fingers. He continued gentle, guiding licks throughout the climax, helping her ride the extended release while her own fingers prolonged the sensations. She gasped and trembled through multiple aftershocks before sinking limply into the table.
Park Gunwoo eased back, wiping his chin with a warm cloth. “Remarkable vitality response. Strong squirting indicates excellent pelvic resilience and hydration levels—ideal for your upcoming schedule.”
A short recovery interval followed, during which warm cloths and light hydration were provided. Agent Lee refreshed the logs. The session then advanced to the posterior lower body.
With coordinated assistance from both agents, Sana was repositioned onto her stomach. Park Gunwoo thoroughly kneaded her firm, rounded ass, spreading the cheeks to inspect muscle tone and skin sensitivity. His tongue traced the cleft in slow, deliberate circles over her tight hole, then continued downward along the backs of her thighs and the sensitive hollows behind her knees. Sana’s muffled moans into the pillow reflected her lingering sensitivity.
The final phase focused on her feet. Park Gunwoo lifted one graceful foot, drawing each toe into his mouth one by one. His tongue slipped between them, tasting and flexing the joints gently, before applying broad, firm licks across the sole and arch. He repeated the meticulous process on the opposite foot, ensuring complete sensory coverage.
The comprehensive session extended well over two and a half hours. Sana lay on the table, skin glowing with oil and the remnants of her intense release, every region of her body having undergone exhaustive manual and oral inspection.
Park Gunwoo assisted her into a seated position and draped a fresh robe around her. “You’ve cleared the assessment with superior results, Sana. Your flexibility and sensitivity profiles are excellent. The Bureau will appreciate the positive data for your schedule clearance.”
Sana met his gaze with soft, satisfied eyes, still breathing deeply. “Thank you, Inspector Park Gunwoo… and both agents. It was overwhelming in the best way. I feel more energized and confident now. The release helped release so much built-up tension.”
Agent Kang offered a brief, approving nod. “All steps executed to standard.”
Agent Lee completed the final entries. “Report transmitted. Management will receive the green light with recovery suggestions. Take it easy on the variety show dances, Miss Sana.”
As she prepared to depart, Park Gunwoo accompanied her to the door. “Your dedication is evident. The FBIA exists to safeguard that. Contact us if any unusual sensations arise before your commitments.”
Sana smiled warmly, a spark of her signature playfulness returning. “I will. This process is… strangely comforting. I’ll see you if the Bureau summons me again.”
The door clicked shut. Park Gunwoo cleaned up methodically, the weight of another successful protocol settling. These sessions demanded precision and restraint, yet delivered genuine value to the women balancing immense careers.
Agent Lee remarked lightly, “Her sensitivity made the mapping phase particularly detailed. Tomorrow’s order is likely already queued.”
Park Gunwoo checked the secure tablet as a new alert chimed. “As expected. The Bureau’s pace remains unrelenting.”
The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau arrived at 7:08 AM. Director Park’s authoritative script specified: 'Yu Ji-min (Karina, aespa) – Level 3 Comprehensive Pre-Comeback Endurance Evaluation. Special emphasis on upper body flexibility, skin sensitivity, and enhanced breast tissue assessment due to upcoming intense choreography and visual concepts. Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to assist with positioning and full documentation.,"
Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo reviewed the file in the quiet preparation room of the FBIA’s hidden wing. At twenty-nine, Karina was known for her commanding stage presence and striking visuals, making this evaluation particularly critical. The luxury clinic’s discreet lower level maintained its pristine, warm environment—soft lighting, temperature-controlled air, and complete soundproofing.
Agent Kang entered with his usual disciplined stride. “All preparations confirmed, Inspector. Additional warming oils for sensitive areas prepared, along with specialized lubrication for the enhanced breast protocol noted in the Bureau order.”
Agent Lee followed, tablet ready. “Miss Karina has arrived. She’s been briefed on the full protocol, including the special upper body methods authorized for her case. She appears composed but anticipates the thoroughness.”
Park Gunwoo nodded. “Proceed with standard flow while incorporating the Bureau’s specified enhancements. Reconfirm consent at every transition. Bring her in.”
Karina stepped into the examination suite with elegant poise. The aespa leader’s long dark hair framed her sharp, beautiful features, and she clutched the white robe with graceful fingers. Her presence filled the room with quiet intensity.
“Inspector Park Gunwoo, Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted softly, bowing. “I’m ready for the endurance check. The comeback preparations have been demanding on my body.”
Park Gunwoo offered a steady, reassuring smile. “We’re here to verify your readiness, Karina. The Bureau has authorized a complete Level 3 protocol with additional focus on upper body and breast tissue resilience. We will use fingers and tongue for full sensory mapping across every area, including specialized armpit and breast methods. Consent remains yours to control. Do you agree to the full protocol?”
Karina met his gaze directly. “I consent to everything required.”
“Very well. Remove the robe and lie face up on the table.”
She let the robe pool at her feet, revealing her captivating figure: tall and toned with prominent, full breasts that were firm yet plush, sensitive dark pink nipples, a slim waist, shapely hips, long powerful legs, a smooth shaved mound, and elegant feet. Her skin was flawless under the warm lights.
Park Gunwoo began the visual assessment, circling slowly as Agent Lee documented. “Excellent overall tone. Prominent breast volume noted for special protocol. Minor tension in shoulders and underarms from recent choreography.”
He started palpation at her neck and shoulders, fingers pressing deeply to release knots. Agent Kang supported her upper back. Transitioning to sensory mapping, Park Gunwoo’s tongue traced slow paths along her collarbones. Then came the new specialized armpit focus: he lifted one arm gently, leaning in to drag his tongue in long, thorough licks across the sensitive, freshly prepared skin of her armpit. The intimate, slightly musky taste combined with her subtle shiver as he licked both sides methodically, mapping every fold and sensitive nerve ending. Karina gasped sharply, the unusual sensation sending visible tremors through her.
“Armpit sensitivity within healthy range,” he noted calmly before moving lower.
Park Gunwoo cupped her full, heavy breasts, kneading them with firm, evaluative pressure to assess tissue health and elasticity. His thumbs circled the nipples until they stood erect. He licked broad, wet stripes under each breast, then focused on the peaks with swirling tongue and light suction. Karina’s breathing quickened into soft moans.
After thorough torso and back checks—during which Agent Kang assisted with turns and Agent Lee applied warming oil—Park Gunwoo announced the lower body phase. “Consent check.”
He parted her long legs. Agent Kang held one thigh firmly open. Park Gunwoo’s fingers spread her folds, stroking every ridge and dip while his tongue delivered long, dedicated licks from entrance to clit and back. To assess self-stimulation, he instructed her to touch herself. Karina’s fingers joined, rubbing her clit in sync with his oral mapping. The stimulation built intensely until she cried out, body arching as she squirted powerfully over his tongue and fingers in strong, clear gushes. He guided her through the peak with continued gentle licks.
After a brief recovery, the session returned to the upper body for Karina’s special authorized method.
“Special breast endurance protocol now,” Park Gunwoo stated professionally. “This is Bureau-approved exclusively for your case to evaluate tissue resilience under dynamic pressure, relevant to certain performance concepts. Full consent confirmed?”
“Yes… I consent,” Karina whispered, eyes hazy with lingering pleasure.
With Agent Kang supporting her back to create the optimal angle and Agent Lee providing lubrication, Park Gunwoo applied a generous amount of specialized oil to her breasts, making them glisten. He positioned himself accordingly and slid his hardened length between her plush, oiled breasts. The sensation was enveloping and warm as he began slow, controlled thrusts—titfucking her with measured rhythm while his hands pressed her breasts firmly together around him. Karina looked up at him, lips parted, as the intimate act served as the inspection’s dynamic test.
Park Gunwoo’s movements remained clinical in purpose but deeply sensual in execution, his shaft gliding smoothly between the soft, full globes. Karina’s own hands occasionally assisted, squeezing her breasts tighter as instructed for better data collection. The room filled with the slick sounds and her rising whimpers.
After several minutes of thorough assessment, Park Gunwoo reached his peak. “Release phase for final tissue response check.” He pulled back slightly and released in thick, warm ropes across her breasts and nipples, coating the soft skin. Karina breathed heavily as the cum glistened on her chest. Park Gunwoo then used his fingers and tongue to spread and map the combined fluids across every inch of her breasts, licking and massaging the mixture into her skin while checking for any adverse reactions—none found.
The posterior lower body followed: thorough ass kneading, deep cleft licking including her tight hole, thighs, behind the knees, and finally her feet—each toe sucked individually with tongue sliding between them, soles licked firmly.
The full session lasted nearly three hours. Karina lay flushed and glistening, every body part—including the newly incorporated armpits and the special breast protocol—completely inspected.
Park Gunwoo helped her sit up and draped a fresh robe over her shoulders, gently wiping residual fluids. “Exceptional results, Karina. The armpit sensitivity and breast tissue response under dynamic pressure are outstanding. The squirting and external release confirm strong endurance. You’re cleared with high recommendations.”
Karina looked at him with soft, satisfied eyes. “Thank you, Inspector Park Gunwoo… and the team. It was more intense than I expected, especially the special methods, but I feel thoroughly… cared for. Ready for the comeback.”
Agent Kang nodded approvingly. “Protocol complete.”
Agent Lee finalized the report. “All data transmitted. Rest well, Miss Karina.”
As she prepared to leave, Park Gunwoo walked her to the door. “The FBIA is here for your peak performance. Reach out if needed.”
Karina offered a small, genuine smile. “I will. This process… helps more than I thought.”
The door closed. Park Gunwoo cleaned up, reflecting on the specialized adaptations required for different idols.
Agent Lee commented, “Her response to the breast protocol was particularly strong. Tomorrow’s order incoming.”
The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau arrived at 7:12 AM. Director Park’s crisp handwriting detailed the assignment: "Kang Seulgi (Red Velvet) – Level 3 Comprehensive Pre-Comeback Recovery Assessment. Focus on muscle recovery, flexibility, and deep pelvic endurance following recent intense choreography revisions. Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to assist with positioning, lubrication support, and comprehensive logging. Special self-stimulation protocol authorized."
Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo reviewed the file in the preparation room of the FBIA’s secure wing. Seulgi’s powerful dance background and expressive performances made her recovery checks particularly important. The hidden luxury clinic maintained its calm atmosphere—soft ambient lighting, perfectly warmed air, and absolute privacy.
Agent Kang entered first, broad-shouldered and precise. “All equipment prepared, Inspector. Warming oils, additional lubrication, and the Bureau-approved inspection dildo sterilized and ready for the self-stimulation segment.”
Agent Lee followed, tablet in hand. “Miss Seulgi has arrived. She’s been fully briefed on the protocol, including the special self-stimulation method. She seems focused and cooperative.”
Park Gunwoo nodded. “Maintain strict adherence to boundaries. Reconfirm consent at every major phase. Escort her in.”
A soft knock announced Seulgi’s arrival. At twenty-nine, the Red Velvet main dancer carried herself with quiet strength and subtle grace. Her dark hair was tied back neatly, and she held the white robe closed with both hands. Her eyes showed a mix of professionalism and slight nervousness as she took in the three men.
“Inspector Park Gunwoo, Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted with a respectful bow. “I’m here for the recovery assessment. The recent practices have left some tightness I want to make sure is resolved.”
Park Gunwoo offered a calm, reassuring smile. “Your safety and optimal condition are the priority, Seulgi. The Bureau has authorized a full Level 3 protocol with a specialized self-stimulation segment using the provided tool to assess pelvic recovery and endurance. We will use fingers and tongue for complete sensory mapping of every body part. You control the pace. Do you consent to the entire protocol?”
Seulgi took a steady breath and nodded. “I consent to everything.”
“Understood. Please remove the robe and lie face up on the table.”
She let the robe fall, revealing her beautifully athletic yet feminine body: firm, rounded breasts with sensitive nipples, a toned waist with subtle dancer’s definition, strong hips and thighs honed by years of powerful choreography, a smooth shaved mound, and graceful, well-cared-for feet. Her skin glowed healthily under the warm lights.
Park Gunwoo began the visual assessment, circling slowly as Agent Lee documented. “Excellent muscle tone overall. Some residual tightness visible in the hips and shoulders, consistent with recent revisions.”
He warmed his hands and started palpation at her neck and shoulders, fingers pressing firmly to locate and ease knots from intense dance movements. Agent Kang supported her upper back for deeper access. For sensory mapping, Park Gunwoo leaned in, dragging his tongue slowly from her collarbone up along the side of her neck, tasting the clean warmth of her skin. Seulgi shivered. He repeated on the other side, lips brushing sensitive areas.
The inspection progressed downward. Park Gunwoo cupped her firm breasts, kneading them thoroughly to check tissue health and circulation. His thumbs circled the nipples until they stiffened. He licked long, wet stripes beneath each breast, then focused on the peaks with broad tongue strokes and light suction. Seulgi’s breathing deepened, soft sounds escaping her.
After detailed torso and abdominal work, he directed, “Turn onto your stomach for the posterior upper body check.”
With Agent Kang’s strong, steady hands assisting at her waist, Seulgi rolled over. Park Gunwoo’s fingers traced her spine, pressing along each vertebra and into the lower back. His tongue followed in one long, continuous lick from the nape of her neck down to the dimples above her ass. Agent Lee applied warming oil, enhancing every glide across her smooth skin.
They spent significant time on her back and flanks before having her turn face up again. “Lower body inspection phase. Consent check.”
“I still consent,” Seulgi replied, her voice already softer and breathier.
Park Gunwoo positioned himself at the end of the table and gently parted her strong thighs. Agent Kang supported one leg firmly, holding it open for optimal access. Park Gunwoo’s fingers delicately spread her folds, sliding along every ridge and sensitive crease with clinical precision. He assessed texture and responsiveness, circling her clit before exploring shallowly at the entrance.
“Breathe for me, Seulgi,” he instructed calmly. His tongue engaged fully — delivering slow, thorough licks from her entrance up over her clit and back down, tasting and mapping her intimately. Seulgi moaned, hips shifting slightly.
For the Bureau-authorized special recovery assessment, Park Gunwoo continued. “We now move to the specialized self-stimulation segment. This evaluates pelvic floor strength and muscle recovery under controlled internal stimulation while we continue full-body sensory mapping. Use the provided dildo at your own pace while I perform licking and checks across your body. Agent Lee will assist with lubrication as needed. Full consent?”
Seulgi’s cheeks flushed deeply, but she nodded. “Yes… I consent.”
Agent Lee handed her the smooth, warmed medical-grade dildo after applying extra lubrication. Seulgi took it with slightly trembling hands and positioned it at her entrance. As she slowly pushed it inside herself, Park Gunwoo’s tongue and fingers continued their work across her body. He licked broad strokes along her inner thighs while his fingers stroked around her clit and the base of the toy.
Seulgi began moving the dildo in and out with increasing rhythm, her moans growing louder as the dual sensations built. Park Gunwoo moved upward, licking across her stomach and ribs, then lavishing attention on her breasts again — sucking and circling the nipples while she continued fucking herself with the toy. He alternated between upper and lower body, his tongue tracing every curve and sensitive spot: under her arms, along her sides, down to her hips, and back between her legs to supplement the dildo’s movements with targeted licks on her clit.
The room filled with the wet sounds of the dildo sliding in and out, Seulgi’s escalating moans, and Park Gunwoo’s steady oral mapping. Agent Kang maintained his supportive hold on her leg, keeping her fully exposed. Agent Lee documented every physiological response professionally.
Seulgi’s pace quickened, thrusting the dildo deeper and faster as pleasure mounted. Park Gunwoo licked relentlessly — across her breasts, down her abdomen, along her thighs, and focused on her clit while she worked the toy. The combination proved overwhelming.
“Inspector… Gunwoo… it’s too much—!”
Seulgi cried out as the orgasm hit with full force. Her body convulsed powerfully, thighs trembling in Agent Kang’s grip. She squirted intensely around the dildo in strong, clear gushes that splashed over Park Gunwoo’s tongue and chin. He continued gentle licks throughout the peak, guiding her through the extended release while she kept moving the toy slowly to prolong the sensations. Wave after wave left her shaking and breathless.
They allowed a careful recovery period, gently removing the dildo and cleaning her with warm cloths. Agent Lee updated the logs. The session then moved to the posterior lower body.
With the agents’ assistance, Seulgi was turned onto her stomach. Park Gunwoo kneaded and spread her firm ass cheeks, his tongue tracing the cleft in slow, thorough circles over her tight hole before moving down the backs of her powerful thighs and behind her knees. Seulgi whimpered softly, still highly sensitive from her earlier release.
The final phase covered her feet. Park Gunwoo lifted one graceful foot, sucking each toe individually, tongue sliding between them, then licking firm, broad strokes across the sole and arch. He repeated meticulously on the other foot.
The entire session extended beyond two hours and fifty minutes. Seulgi lay flushed and glistening with oil and the evidence of her intense release, every single body part having been fully inspected, licked, and checked.
Park Gunwoo helped her sit up and draped a fresh robe around her shoulders. “Outstanding recovery results, Seulgi. The self-stimulation with the dildo confirmed excellent pelvic endurance and muscle responsiveness. The squirting indicates strong stress-release capacity. You’re cleared with positive recommendations for your comeback.”
Seulgi looked at him with hazy, grateful eyes, still catching her breath. “Thank you, Inspector Park Gunwoo… and the team. It was incredibly intense, especially the special method, but I feel much more recovered and loose now. Ready to dance again.”
Agent Kang gave a firm, approving nod. “All protocols followed precisely.”
Agent Lee completed the final report. “Data sent to the Bureau and your management. Hydrate and rest, Miss Seulgi.”
As she prepared to leave, Park Gunwoo walked her to the door. “The FBIA supports your artistry. Contact us immediately if any tightness returns.”
Seulgi offered a small, warm smile. “I will. This process… really helps. Thank you again.”
The door closed softly behind her. Park Gunwoo cleaned up methodically, the weight of another successful, highly detailed protocol settling.
Agent Lee remarked lightly, “Her response to the dildo segment was particularly strong. Tomorrow’s order should be arriving shortly.”
Park Gunwoo glanced at the secure tablet as a new notification appeared. “The Bureau continues without pause.”
As a dedicated staff member, you’ve been working closely with fromis_9’s Jiheon for months. The tension finally snaps backstage after a successful concert. In a hidden corner, the two of you share a risky, passionate standing quickie—full of desperate touches, her sweet attempts to stay quiet, rough hair-pulling, and loving release.
The roar of the crowd was still echoing through the arena as I slipped through the narrow backstage hallway. My heart was pounding harder than it had during the actual show. I’d been Jiheon’s personal staff for almost eight months now—making sure her mic was perfect, her outfits stayed in place, and she had everything she needed between stages. What started as professional respect had grown into something much deeper. Secret glances, lingering touches during costume changes, and late-night texts that slowly turned flirty.
Tonight, after their final encore, she had grabbed my wrist while everyone was celebrating and whispered, “Meet me by the old equipment room in five minutes.” Her eyes had that look—the one that said she couldn’t wait anymore.
I found her exactly where she promised, half-hidden behind some stacked cases and curtains. Jiheon was still in her stage outfit: a cropped white top that showed a sliver of her toned stomach and a short pleated skirt that made her legs look endless. At twenty-one, she had this bright, youthful energy mixed with a quiet sensuality that always left me breathless. Her dark hair was slightly damp from performing, cheeks flushed.
“You came,” she breathed, stepping close the moment I appeared. Her voice was soft, excited.
“Of course I did.” I pulled her gently into the small alcove, away from the main traffic. The area was dim, the noise of the crew and members distant enough to give us a fragile sense of privacy. “Jiheon… we have to be careful.”
“I know,” she whispered, pressing her body against mine. “But I’ve been thinking about you the whole concert. Every time I danced, I kept imagining your hands on me.”
Her confession hit me hard. I cupped her face and kissed her, slow at first, but the hunger took over quickly. She tasted sweet, like the strawberry candy she always kept in her bag. My hands slid down her sides, gripping her waist as she melted into me.
Jiheon’s fingers worked fast on my belt, freeing my cock with practiced care. It was already rock hard, straining from hours of watching her move on stage. She wrapped her soft hand around me and started stroking, slow and firm, twisting at the head just the way I liked.
“God, you’re so hard,” she murmured against my lips. “All for me?”
“Only for you,” I groaned quietly. I reached under her skirt, finding her panties already soaked. I rubbed her through the fabric, making her whimper softly.
“Shh, baby,” I reminded her gently, even as I pushed her panties aside and slipped a finger inside her tight heat. “We have to stay quiet.”
She nodded, biting her lip as I added a second finger, pumping slowly. Her hand sped up on my cock, stroking me with needy little twists. The risk of someone walking by made everything feel electric.
Jiheon suddenly dropped to her knees on the padded floor mat, looking up at me with those pretty eyes. “I need to taste you first.” Before I could respond, her warm mouth was on me. She took me in deep right away, sucking gently while her tongue swirled around the head. Her blowjob was eager but careful—no loud sounds, just wet, muffled slurps as she bobbed her head.
I threaded my fingers through her silky hair, guiding her gently at first. She hummed around me, the vibration making my knees weak. “That’s it… just like that,” I whispered. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
She pulled off for a second, stroking me fast with her spit-slick hand. “I love sucking you backstage like this. Makes me feel so naughty… but so good.” Then she was back on me, taking me deeper, throat relaxing as she tried to stay silent.
The pressure built fast. I warned her in a low voice, but she kept going, eyes watering slightly as she sucked harder. I came down her throat with a stifled groan, holding her head gently as she swallowed every drop. She licked me clean afterward, kissing the tip sweetly before standing up again.
“My turn,” I said, turning her around so her back pressed against my chest. We stayed standing, her hands bracing on a sturdy equipment case. I lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down just enough, and rubbed my cock along her wet folds.
“Please,” she whispered, pushing back against me. “I need you inside.”
I pushed in slowly, savoring the tight squeeze of her pussy. Jiheon let out a shaky breath, biting her arm to stay quiet. Once I bottomed out, I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her chest, holding her close as I started thrusting.
The standing position felt incredibly intimate and urgent. Her back arched against me, ass pressing back to meet every thrust. I kept my pace steady but deep, the sound of our bodies meeting muffled by her skirt.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I growled softly in her ear. “So wet and tight for me.”
Jiheon whimpered, one hand reaching back to grip my thigh. “Harder… pull my hair.”
I grabbed a handful of her dark locks, tugging just enough to tilt her head back. She moaned quietly, the mix of roughness and care making her clench around me. I fucked her deeper, hips snapping against her ass while my free hand slid up to squeeze her breast through her top.
We tried to stay as quiet as possible, but it was getting harder. Her breathing was ragged, little gasps escaping despite her efforts. I kissed her neck, sucking lightly as I pounded into her.
“Such a good girl, taking me like this backstage,” I whispered, tugging her hair again. “Anyone could walk by and see how well you’re getting fucked.”
The dirty talk made her tremble. She came suddenly, pussy fluttering hard around my cock as she pressed her face into her arm to muffle her cry. I kept thrusting through it, holding her up as her legs shook.
I pulled out briefly, turned her to face me, and lifted one of her legs, hooking it over my hip. Standing face-to-face now, I slid back inside her in one smooth motion. This position let me see her expressions—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes hazy with pleasure.
Jiheon wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me messily as I fucked her standing up. Her leg tightened around me, pulling me deeper. I gripped her ass with both hands, lifting her slightly with each thrust so I could drive up into her.
“Cum inside me,” she begged in the softest whisper, forehead against mine. “Please… fill me up. I want to feel it dripping down my legs during the ride back.”
That sent me over. I kissed her hard to swallow both our sounds and buried myself deep, cumming in thick, pulsing ropes inside her. She clenched around me, milking every drop as another small orgasm washed over her.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing each other in. I stroked her hair where I’d pulled it earlier, soothing the strands gently. “You okay, baby?” I asked softly, kissing her temple.
Jiheon nodded, a shy smile breaking through. “More than okay. I needed that so much.” She kissed me again, slow and sweet this time. “I love how rough you get but how gentle you are after.”
I helped her fix her clothes, wiping her thighs carefully with some tissues from my pocket. She straightened my shirt and belt, her fingers lingering on my chest. Even after the intense quickie, the moment felt warm and loving. We talked in hushed voices—about how incredible the concert was, how proud I was of her, little jokes about almost getting caught.
She leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder for a minute. “I wish we had more time. I always feel so safe with you, even when we’re being risky like this.”
I hugged her close, rubbing her back. “We’ll find more time soon. I promise. You’re my priority.”
Eventually we had to separate. I checked the hallway first, making sure it was clear, then walked her back toward the waiting area like nothing had happened. But the flush on her cheeks and the secret little smile she gave me said everything.
Being staff had its challenges, but moments like this with Jiheon made it all worth it. She was bright, talented, and so full of love. And I was incredibly lucky to be the one she trusted with these hidden sides of herself.
The End.
(So Late Post, Good Night, Good Morning Everyone - Jaewon)
