Notes: Girlfriend¡Chaehyun, public sex, daddy kink.
The sweet taste of victory. As the ace pitcher, you successfully strike out the opponent's hitter, resulting in a win for your team. The euphoria of celebration has died down for a while now, but you still have butterflies in your stomach. Right now, you're on the mound again, but not alone like you are used to. Chaehyun, your beautiful girlfriend is with you. Being the school cheerleader, she shouted your name the loudest, and her cheers helped you zone in to win the game.
"B-babe, are you sure?" Chaehyun stutters as her round eyes wander around the empty field. The game had ended for quite a while, and people had left the stadium. But you stay behind with your girlfriend after the celebration. When the coast is clear, you pull her out into the open field.
"It'll be fine baby. No one is around."
"But still—" a kiss from you shut her up. Gone is the hesitation from before; now Chaehyun is drowning in your kiss. Your right hand squeezes her clothed boobs. Chaehyun tries to take your hands off her, but your pitching hand turns out to be too strong for her. Her boobs are bigger than the baseball you hold, but you are as skilled in handling them. The touches are too much, and Chaehyun starts to melt at your touch. Slowly, you unbutton the jersey that you gave her and take it off her. You lay the jersey down on the mound before laying your girlfriend on it.
Chaehyun's boobs are out in the open; her bra was left in the locker room as per your request. A blush forms on her chubby cheeks. You stare at her lovingly before leaning in for a kiss on her cheek.
"Do you trust me babe?" Your question is answered by a shy nod from Chaehyun and that's all you needed. You take off both of your pants. Chaehyun stares at you hard shaft finally out in the open.
"Someone's excited." A smirk plastered on your face as you see Chaehyun's glistening pussy. So much for being embarrassed you guessed.
"Ju-just fuck me already."
"Will do, baby." Just like that, you plunge your dick inside her wet pussy. Chaehyun's screams escape her mouth, and that triggers you to go into action. Wasting no time, you fold her legs up to her chest and start to fuck her hard. Chaehyun's pussy is tighter and wetter than usual. Adrenaline is also cruising through your body right now. Now, you are fucking your girlfriend on the pitching mound after a baseball in an empty field. The idea of getting caugh while having sex seems to excite the both of you.
"Scream babe! Let everyone know how good I'm fucking you!" And scream is what Chaehyun did. She let herself loose; she doesn't care if anyone saw her right now.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard, daddy!" The pet name triggers something inside of you. With your last ounce of energy, after a long day of baseball, you give your all to ramming yourself into your girlfriend's pussy.
Chaehyun's eyes roll back and her tongue lulls out. Her body turns rigid as she cums hard on your dick, causing you to paint her inside walls white. It took awhile for your last spurt of seed cums inside Chaehyun. You slowly pull yourself out of her tight pussy. Cum start to drip down to ground. You look at your girlfriend; her milky skin is flushed red, and her chest is heaving up and down.
"So, daddy, huh?" You chuckle while Chaehyun gives you a glare as she still can't move her body. After a few minutes of loving kisses, you help your girlfriend fix herself up, and the two of you quickly run off before anyone sees.
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Hello,
It's Sym again.
Finally I post another story. This one is made in one sitting, so hope you enjoy it.
Also thank you for @sullyoonthings for forcing me to write this one 😂
A Lovely Commision Work For My Friend @sinbaddict From Ko-Fi and Tumblr. Hope Y'all Like It.
The fluorescent lights of the private dressing room hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across SinB's reflection. She stared at herself in the mirror—the same face that had launched a thousand fancams, the same body that had performed on stages across Asia. But tonight, beneath the carefully applied makeup and the designer dress, something else flickered in her dark eyes.
Nervousness. Anticipation. Hunger.
Her phone buzzed against the vanity table, the screen lighting up with a message that made her stomach clench.
They're here. Room 412.
SinB's fingers trembled slightly as she picked up her champagne glass. The bubbles tickled her throat as she drank, trying to settle the fluttering in her chest. Twenty-eight years old today. Twenty-eight years of being the perfect idol—smiling, dancing, saying the right things in interviews. Twenty-eight years of hiding the secret that had burned inside her since she was a trainee, since that night when she'd stumbled across a video on a borrowed phone in the practice room.
She remembered the way the girl in the video had looked—wrecked, used, utterly destroyed. The way her eyes had rolled back. The way she'd begged for more even when she couldn't take anymore.
That's going to be me tonight.
The thought sent heat pooling between her thighs. She pressed them together, feeling the slick warmth that had been building all evening. Her friend had arranged everything—the hotel, the privacy, and most importantly, the men. Three of them. All strangers. All packing exactly what she'd been craving for a decade.
SinB checked her reflection one more time. Her dress was simple but devastating—a black slip dress that clung to every curve, the neckline plunging deep enough to show the swell of her breasts. No bra. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, already hard with anticipation. She'd chosen the shortest length possible, the hem barely brushing mid-thigh. Underneath, a scrap of lace that was already soaked through.
She didn't bother with underwear. She stripped it off, letting it fall to the floor. If she was going to be a fucktoy tonight, she might as well start acting like one.
The hallway stretched before her, carpet plush beneath her heels. Each step made her thighs quiver. She could feel her arousal building, her cunt growing wetter with every stride. The walls of the hotel seemed to pulse with her heartbeat.
Room 412. The numbers glowed on the door. SinB raised her hand to knock, then stopped.
Last chance to turn back. Last chance to be good little SinB, the innocent idol.
She smiled. That SinB didn't exist anymore.
She pushed open the door.
The room was dim, lit only by the glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. The bed dominated the space—king-sized, pristine white sheets waiting to be ruined. But it wasn't the furniture that held her attention.
Three men stood near the window, their silhouettes tall and broad against the cityscape. They turned as she entered, and SinB's breath caught in her throat.
They were magnificent. Dark skin gleaming in the low light, muscles straining against tight shirts, and in their eyes—that look. That hungry, predatory look that made her cunt clench around nothing.
"Happy birthday," one of them said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her chest. He stepped forward, and SinB caught the subtle movement beneath his jeans—the outline of something massive shifting against his thigh. "Your friend told us you've been waiting a long time for this."
SinB swallowed hard. Her voice came out breathier than intended. "Ten years."
"Ten years," another repeated, moving to flank her other side. "That's a lot of pent-up frustration." He was taller than the first, his bald head gleaming, his smile showing white teeth against his dark complexion. "We're going to make sure you get everything you've been dreaming about."
The third man hadn't spoken yet. He stayed by the window, arms crossed, watching her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. His eyes traveled down her body, taking in the hard nipples, the trembling thighs, the bare skin beneath her dress.
"No underwear," he observed, his accent thick and deep. "She came ready."
The first man laughed softly. "Of course she did. Look at her." He moved closer, close enough that she could smell him—musk and spice and something uniquely male. His hand came up, fingers brushing the strap of her dress. "You're going to be our little toy tonight, SinB. Our personal fucktoy. That's what you want, isn't it?"
She nodded, unable to find words.
"Use your words," he commanded, his voice gentle but firm. "Tell us what you are."
SinB's lips parted. Heat rushed to her face. She'd never said anything like this out loud before. But the words came anyway, pulled from somewhere deep inside her.
"I'm your fucktoy. Your meatsleeve. I want you to use me—all of you—until I can't walk. Until I can't think." Her voice cracked slightly. "Until I'm ruined."
The third man finally moved, crossing the room in three long strides. He stopped directly in front of her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His hand wrapped around her throat—not squeezing, just holding. Claiming.
"Look at me," he ordered.
SinB raised her eyes to meet his. Dark. Intense.
"When we're done with you," he said slowly, each word deliberate, "you won't even remember your own name. You'll just remember how good it felt to be destroyed by big black cock."
Her whole body shuddered. A moan slipped past her lips—soft, desperate, needy.
Fuck, I'm already so wet.
The man holding her throat smiled. "Now get on your knees, little slut. Show us how much you've been wanting this."
SinB dropped.
Her knees hit the carpet with a muffled thud, and SinB found herself eye-level with the most magnificent sight she'd ever witnessed. Three massive bulges strained against denim, and her mouth watered at the sheer size of what lay beneath.
"Fuck," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
The first man chuckled, his hand moving to his belt. "That's right. Get a good look at what's going to ruin you tonight."
Metal clinked against metal as he undid his buckle. SinB's trembling fingers reached up, helping him work the button free. The zipper came down with a slow hiss, and then—
Her eyes went wide.
His cock sprang free, thick and dark and impossibly huge. It curved upward slightly, the head a deeper shade of brown than the shaft, glistening already with precum. Veins ran along its length like rivers, and the musky scent of him hit her like a wave.
"Oh god," she moaned, leaning forward without thinking. Her tongue darted out, licking the precum from his tip. The taste—salty, masculine, intoxicating—made her cunt clench.
"Eager little thing," the second man observed, stepping closer. His own jeans hit the floor, revealing a cock even longer than the first—straight as an arrow and easily ten inches. "Your friend said you'd been dreaming about this. Said you used to watch videos and fuck yourself thinking about black cock."
SinB's face burned with shame and arousal. "Y-yes. Every night. I couldn't stop."
"Show us," the third man commanded from behind her. "Show us how much you love big black cock."
She wrapped her lips around the first man's head, her jaw stretching wide to accommodate his girth. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive underside, tasting every ridge and vein. He groaned above her, his hand tangling in her dark hair.
"Fuck, her mouth is good," he said, his hips pushing forward slightly. "Take more, slut. I know you can."
SinB relaxed her throat, breathing through her nose. She'd practiced this—on toys, on bananas, on anything she could find. But nothing had prepared her for the reality of a thick, hot, pulsing cock sliding past her tonsils.
Glrk.
The sound echoed through the room, wet and obscene. Her eyes watered as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she swallowed, her throat muscles working around him.
"Shit," he hissed. "She's a natural."
Behind her, she felt hands on her hips, lifting her dress. The cool air hit her soaked pussy, and she trembled.
"Look at this," the second man said, his voice appreciative. "Dripping wet already. This little Asian cunt is begging for it."
He spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing both her holes to the room. SinB moaned around the cock in her mouth, the vibrations making the first man groan.
"Keep that mouth busy," the third man ordered. "Don't you dare stop sucking."
She felt hot breath against her pussy, and then—
His tongue dragged from her clit to her asshole in one long, devastating lick.
"Mmmmph!" Her cry was muffled by cock, her back arching. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. His tongue circled her asshole, wet and insistent, while his thumb rubbed her clit in tight circles.
"She tastes sweet," the second man reported, pulling back momentarily. "Sweet little Korean pussy, all soaked for black cock."
"Let me get the camera," the third man said.
SinB's eyes widened, and she pulled off the first man's cock with a wet pop. "W-wait, camera?"
The third man held up a small device, his smile predatory. "Did you think we'd let you leave without proof? Every idol fears blackmail. We want you to know we have it."
Fear spiked through her—sharp and cold—before dissolving into something darker. Hotter.
Do it, a voice whispered inside her. Let them record you. Let them have proof of what a whore you are.
"Go ahead," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "Film me. Film me being your slut."
"Fuck," the first man groaned. "You're perfect."
He pushed her head back down, his cock sliding between her lips again. The red light on the camera blinked to life.
SinB lost herself in the rhythm—sucking, licking, worshipping. Her head bobbed on his shaft while behind her, the second man feasted on her holes. His tongue pushed past her asshole's resistance, fucking her there while his fingers worked her pussy.
"Her throat is so tight," the first man said to the camera. "This little K-pop slut was made for BBC."
Tears streamed down SinB's face, her mascara running in black rivers. Her jaw ached, but she didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Every cell in her body screamed for more.
The second man pulled back, his face slick with her juices. "I need to be in her mouth too."
He moved to stand beside the first man, and SinB found herself between two massive cocks. She grabbed both, her small hands barely wrapping around their girths. Alternating between them, she sucked one while stroking the other, her tongue leaving trails of spit across their dark skin.
"Look at the camera," the third man ordered. "Show everyone what a cock-hungry whore you are."
SinB raised her eyes to the lens, her mouth full of thick black cock, and moaned.
"Sloppy little thing," the first man praised, his hand tight in her hair. "You wanted this for ten years, didn't you? Ten years of dreaming about black men using you."
She nodded as best she could with her mouth full.
"Tell us what you are," the second man demanded.
SinB pulled back, gasping. Saliva connected her lips to their cocks in long, glistening strings. "I'm a slut," she panted. "A whore for BBC. A fucktoy for black cock."
"And what do you want?"
"I want you to destroy me," she begged, looking up at them with desperate eyes. "Use all my holes. Fill me with cum. Make me yours."
The first man grinned, wiping her spit from his shaft. "Beg for it properly."
SinB pressed her forehead to his cock, nuzzling it like something sacred. "Please," she whispered. "Please, I've waited so long. I've been such a good girl for so long. Let me be bad. Let me be your whore. I'll do anything—anything you want. Just please, please fuck me."
The camera captured every word. Every tear. Every drop of arousal coating her thighs.
"Good girl," the third man said, setting the camera on a shelf with a perfect angle. "Now let's see how much you can really take."
The first man hauled SinB up from her knees like she weighed nothing, his strong hands gripping her waist. She stumbled on her heels, legs shaky from kneeling so long, but he didn't give her time to find her balance. He spun her around and marched her toward the bed.
"Time to break in this tight Asian pussy," he growled.
Her dress bunched around her hips as he shoved her forward. She caught herself on the mattress, the white sheets cool against her flushed skin. Behind her, she heard him positioning himself, felt the blunt head of his cock nudging against her entrance.
"Wait," she breathed, glancing over her shoulder. "I haven't—nobody's ever—"
"First time taking something this big?" The second man had moved to the head of the bed, his massive cock jutting out obscenely. "Don't worry. We'll make it fit."
"She's soaked," the first man observed, running his fingers through her slick folds. "This little cunt is practically dripping. She's been waiting ten years for this moment."
SinB whimpered, pressing her face into the mattress. The shame of it—being so exposed, so wet, so desperate—made her skin burn. But beneath the shame lay something far more powerful: a hunger so deep it threatened to consume her entirely.
"Look at me," the second man commanded.
She raised her head. His cock hovered inches from her face, that straight ten-inch shaft gleaming with her saliva. He stroked it slowly, his dark hand a stark contrast against the deep brown of his skin.
"When he starts fucking you, you're going to take me down your throat. Understand?"
SinB nodded, her mouth already opening.
"Good girl. Now thank him for giving you what you've wanted for so long."
She turned back, looking over her shoulder at the first man. His cock pressed against her pussy lips, spreading them wide. The head alone felt impossibly thick.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for—oh fuck!"
He pushed forward.
The stretch was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Her pussy lips clung to his shaft as he sank deeper, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Every inch felt like a revelation—painful, overwhelming, and impossibly pleasurable all at once.
"Shit, she's tight," he groaned, his hands digging into her hips. "Tightest pussy I've ever felt."
"Halfway," the third man observed from nearby. SinB had almost forgotten he was there, camera in hand. "She's got five more inches to take."
Five more. She could barely breathe around the five she already had.
The second man's hand cupped her chin, turning her face forward again. "Open up, slut. Time to fill that mouth."
She obeyed, her jaw stretching wide. His cock slipped past her lips, salty and musky and so hard against her tongue. The angle was different like this—her face parallel to the mattress, her neck extended—and she felt him slide deeper than before.
"Mmmph!"
The first man chose that moment to thrust forward.
SinB's eyes flew wide as he buried himself to the hilt. Her pussy spasmed around him, stretched beyond anything she'd imagined possible. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulsing inch of him lodged deep inside her cunt.
"Fuck yes," he groaned. "Taking it all now. Every inch of that big black cock buried in your tight Korean pussy."
She couldn't respond—not with her mouth full. But her body answered for her, her back arching, her hips pushing back against him. The pleasure was already building, white-hot and demanding.
"Ready, slut?" The second man's hand wrapped in her hair. "I'm going to fuck this pretty face now."
He pulled back, then snapped his hips forward.
Schlk.
The wet sound of her throat being fucked filled the room. SinB gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but she forced herself to relax. She'd dreamed of this—being used at both ends, filled completely—and she wouldn't ruin it by failing to take what they gave her.
The first man set a brutal pace behind her. Each thrust drove her forward onto the second man's cock, each pull back dragged her throat off that massive shaft. She was caught between them, impaled on both ends, helpless to do anything but take it.
"That's it," the first man growled, his hips slapping against her ass. "Take that BBC like a good little whore. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be our fucktoy?"
"Gmmph," was all she could manage.
The third man appeared at her side. He'd stripped at some point, and she found herself staring at his cock—thick and dark and already leaking precum. Without being asked, her hand reached for it.
"Look at that," he chuckled. "She needs more. Three cocks and she still wants more."
SinB's fingers wrapped around his shaft as best they could. Her small hand couldn't even circle his girth completely. She stroked him awkwardly, her coordination shot to hell by the dual assault on her pussy and throat.
"Filthy little thing," the third man said, his voice low. "Getting all her holes used and begging for more with her eyes."
He was right. She could feel it—the desperation, the need. Her pussy clenched around the first man's cock with every thrust, her throat working around the second man's shaft even as her hand pumped the third. She was surrounded by them, filled by them, and still she wanted more.
The sounds filling the room were obscene. Wet squelching noises as her pussy was fucked. Gagging and choking as her throat was used. Skin slapping against skin. Moans and groans and filthy words.
"Look at the camera," the third man ordered, aiming it at her face. "Show everyone what a mess you are."
SinB raised her eyes to the lens. Her vision was blurry with tears, her mascara running in black rivers down her cheeks. Saliva dripped from her chin, pooling on the white sheets below. Her lips were swollen and red, stretched obscenely around the second man's dark shaft.
"Beautiful," the third man said. "Fucking beautiful mess."
The first man's rhythm faltered behind her. "She's squeezing me so fucking tight. This pussy is going to make me cum."
"Not yet," the second man said. "Let's see how many positions we can ruin her in first."
He pulled out of her throat with a wet pop. SinB gasped, gulping in air, her chest heaving. Strings of spit connected her lips to his cock, stretching and breaking as she panted.
"On your back," the first man ordered, pulling out of her pussy. The sudden emptiness made her whimper. "I want to see your face when I breed you."
SinB scrambled to comply, flipping onto her back. The sheets were already damp beneath her—her arousal, her spit, their precum. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her breasts spilling out where the fabric had shifted. Her nipples stood hard and desperate, her chest heaving with each breath.
The first man crawled between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance once more. This angle felt different—deeper, more intimate. She could see his face now, the concentration and pleasure etched into his features as he pushed back inside.
"Oh god," she moaned, her head falling back. "So deep. You're so fucking deep."
"Get used to it," he said, bottoming out. His pubic bone pressed against her clit, the coarse hair adding another layer of sensation. "We're going to be in you all night."
The second man knelt beside her head, his cock hovering over her face. "Open."
She opened her mouth, her tongue extending. He slapped his shaft against it—thwap, thwap, thwap—before sliding back between her lips.
"Mmm, that's it. Suck those balls clean."
He'd said the same thing earlier, and she'd loved it. The degradation of it, the sheer filth. Her hand found his shaft again, stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth while her other hand returned to the third man's cock.
"Switch," the first man said suddenly. "I want her on top."
He pulled out and flipped onto his back, pulling SinB on top of him. She straddled his hips, her slick pussy hovering over his cock. This position put her in control—or so she thought, until his hands gripped her hips and slammed her down.
"Ah! Fuck!"
The new angle drove him even deeper, if that was possible. She could feel him in places she didn't know existed, his cock head kissing her cervix with every thrust.
"Ride me," he commanded. "Show me how much you love BBC."
SinB planted her hands on his chest, her nails digging into his dark skin. She lifted her hips and dropped them, fucking herself on his cock. The pleasure was blinding now, building toward something massive.
"That's it, slut. Use that cock. Make yourself cum."
The second man appeared behind her, his hands on her shoulders. "Don't stop riding. Keep that pussy full."
He pressed against her back, his cock sliding between her ass cheeks. She froze, realization flooding through her.
"Wait—I've never—"
"We know," the third man said, still filming. "Your friend told us you're an anal virgin. We're going to change that tonight."
Panic surged through her, mixing with the arousal until she couldn't tell them apart. "I don't know if I can—"
"You can," the first man said, his voice steady beneath her. "And you will. But not yet. First, we're going to make you cum on this cock."
He grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her, hard and fast. The new angle hit something inside her—a spot she'd only read about—and suddenly she was seeing stars.
"Oh god. Oh fuck. Right there. Don't stop, please don't stop!"
The second man's cock pressed against her lower back, leaving a trail of precum across her skin. His hands reached around to cup her tits, pinching and pulling her nipples. The dual sensation—her pussy being pounded, her nipples being tortured—pushed her closer to the edge.
"I'm going to—please, can I—"
"Cum," the first man growled. "Cum on this big black cock like the whore you are."
SinB shattered.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, stealing her breath and her sanity. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, spasming wildly. Her whole body shook, her vision going white at the edges. Sounds poured from her mouth—moans and sobs and words that didn't make sense.
"Fuck, she's squeezing me so hard," the first man groaned. "Gonna fill this cunt up."
"Do it," the second man said. "Breed her."
SinB felt the first man's cock pulse inside her, felt the first hot spurts of his cum flooding her pussy. He groaned long and low, his hips jerking up into her as he rode out his orgasm.
The sensation of being filled—truly filled—with cum pushed SinB into another orgasm. Her body convulsed on top of him, her pussy milking every last drop from his cock.
"Holy shit," she breathed, collapsing onto his chest. "That was—"
"We're not done," the second man said. He pulled her off the first man and positioned her on her hands and knees. "My turn."
SinB's pussy was dripping now—the first man's cum leaking out, mixing with her own juices. The second man didn't seem to mind. He lined himself up and pushed in, his longer cock reaching even deeper.
"Fuck, she's sloppy," he observed, his voice thick with pleasure. "Love a used pussy."
The wet sounds of him fucking her were obscene—squelch, squelch, squelch. Cum and arousal dripped down her thighs, staining the sheets beneath her.
The third man appeared in front of her, his cock jutting toward her face. "My turn for that mouth."
SinB opened obediently. Her jaw ached from all the use, but she didn't care. She wanted to be full again—wanted to be used at both ends like the fucktoy she'd always dreamed of being.
"Look at the camera while you suck," he ordered. "Show everyone what a cum-drunk whore looks like."
She raised her eyes to the lens. Her face was a mess—mascera streaked, lips swollen, eyes glassy with pleasure. Behind her, the second man fucked her with long, deep strokes that made her whole body jerk forward with each thrust.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" The third man's hand wrapped in her hair. "Ten years of fantasizing about BBC, and now you're getting exactly what you dreamed of."
SinB moaned around his cock, unable to form words. But they all knew the answer.
"Tell me," he demanded, pulling her off his cock. "Tell the camera what you are."
She gasped for breath, her chest heaving. "I'm a slut," she panted. "A BBC whore. A fucktoy for black cock."
"And what do you want?"
"I want you to use me. All of you. Fill me with cum until I'm overflowing. Make me yours." Her voice cracked. "Please. Please."
The third man smiled, pushing her head back down onto his cock. The second man's pace quickened behind her, his thrusts growing erratic.
"Gonna cum," he announced. "Gonna breed this Korean pussy."
"Do it," SinB managed to say between sucks. "Fill me up. Please, I need it."
He slammed into her one final time and held, his cock pulsing deep inside her. SinB felt the heat of his cum coating her walls, adding to the mess already inside her.
The sensation triggered another orgasm—smaller this time, but still powerful. Her pussy clenched around him, milking every drop.
"Good girl," he said, pulling out. "Good little cum dump."
Cum leaked from her pussy in thick streams, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Her thighs trembled, barely able to hold her weight.
But the third man wasn't done yet.
He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her other entrance.
"Wait—" SinB's voice came out shaky. "I've never—"
"Shh." His hand stroked her back. "Relax. We'll go slow."
The first man appeared in front of her, his cock already hardening again. "Distract her."
He pushed into her mouth, and SinB focused on sucking, on relaxing her throat. Behind her, she felt pressure against her asshole—insistent, demanding.
"Push out," the third man instructed. "Like you're trying to push me out. It'll help."
She did as she was told, and suddenly the head of his cock popped past the tight ring of muscle.
"Oh fuck!"
The stretch was overwhelming—painful, intense, and strangely pleasurable. He held still, letting her adjust.
"Breathe," the first man said. "Just breathe."
SinB forced herself to relax, her breath coming in short pants. Slowly, inch by inch, the third man pushed deeper. The fullness was unlike anything she'd ever experienced—dirty and wrong and so fucking right.
When he was finally buried to the hilt, he paused.
"How does it feel?" the second man asked, camera aimed at her face.
"Full," SinB gasped. "So full. I can feel him in my stomach."
The third man started moving—slowly at first, then faster. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, the pleasure building in ways she didn't expect.
"Play with your clit," he ordered. "Make yourself cum on my cock."
Her hand moved between her legs, finding her swollen clit. She rubbed in tight circles, the dual stimulation pushing her closer to the edge.
"Fuck, she's tight," the third man groaned. "Tightest ass I've ever fucked."
"Use it," the first man said. "Use it like the hole it is."
His words sent a bolt of arousal through her. She was just a hole—a collection of holes to be used. The thought should have horrified her. Instead, it made her cum harder than she ever had before.
Her orgasm triggered something in the third man. He slammed into her one final time, his cock pulsing deep in her ass.
Hot cum flooded her bowels, triggering another orgasm. SinB screamed around the first man's cock, her body convulsing.
When it was over, she collapsed onto the bed. Cum leaked from both holes, pooling beneath her. Her body ached, her jaw was sore, and she'd never felt more satisfied in her life.
But looking up, she saw all three men were still hard.
"Ready for round two?" the first man asked with a grin.
SinB's pussy clenched around nothing.
Yes. God, yes.
"I want—" She swallowed, trying to find her voice. "I want you to lift me."
The men exchanged glances.
"Lift you how?" the second man asked.
"Pick me up. Use me. Fuck me in the air like I'm nothing."
The first man's grin widened. "You heard the lady."
He hauled her up effortlessly, his strong hands gripping her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her cum-slicked pussy pressing against his cock.
"Hold on tight," he warned.
And then he was inside her, fucking her standing up. Each thrust bounced her on his cock, the new angle hitting different spots inside her.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god—"
The second man moved behind her, his cock pressing against her ass again.
"Time to airtight this slut," he announced.
SinB's eyes widened. "Both at once? I don't know if—"
"You will," the first man said. "You'll take everything we give you."
The second man pushed into her ass, and SinB saw stars. Two massive cocks inside her at once, separated by only a thin wall of flesh. The fullness was overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once.
"Look at the camera," the third man ordered, filming from nearby. "Show everyone how a Korean idol takes double BBC."
SinB raised her eyes to the lens, her face a mask of pleasure and pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't want them to stop.
"More," she begged. "Please. More."
The men found a rhythm—one pushing in while the other pulled out. SinB was impaled on their cocks, held up by nothing but their strength and her desperation.
"She's so fucking tight like this," the second man groaned. "Can feel you through her."
"Best pussy I've ever had," the first man agreed. "Tight Asian cunt was made for BBC."
Their words added fuel to the fire. SinB was losing herself—losing her mind—to the pleasure. She was just a vessel now, a collection of holes to be filled, and she'd never been happier.
"I'm going to cum again," she warned. "Please, can I—"
"Cum," both men said in unison. "Cum on our cocks like the whore you are."
SinB shattered.
This orgasm was different—deeper, more all-consuming. Her vision went black, her body seizing between them. She felt like she was floating, her mind wiped clean of everything but pleasure.
When she came back to herself, she was lying on the bed. Cum leaked from both holes, her body sore and satisfied.
"Good girl," the first man said, stroking her hair. "You did so well."
SinB smiled weakly. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For making my dreams come true."
The third man laughed. "We're not done yet. Not even close."
He positioned himself between her legs, his hard cock pressing against her sloppy pussy.
"Time for round three."
SinB spread her legs wider, her cunt clenching in anticipation.
Yes. More. Always more.
She was their fucktoy now—their meatsleeve—and she wouldn't have it any other way.
As the third man pushed inside, filling her with yet another massive black cock, SinB knew she'd never be the same. Ten years of fantasizing, and the reality was so much more than she'd imagined.
The camera captured everything—every thrust, every moan, every drop of cum.
but they were not done. Not yet.
One of them, grab SinB by the neck, torturing her with his Big Black Cock, forcing SinB to pleasure Him.
The third man's cock stretched her sloppy pussy wide, sinking into the mess of cum that already filled her. SinB's back arched off the mattress, her oversensitive walls gripping him instinctively. Three loads leaked from her holes, pooling beneath her, and still she needed more.
"Such a greedy little cunt," he growled, his thick accent rolling over each word. He bottomed out inside her, his coarse pubic hair grinding against her swollen clit. "You want more already, don't you, slut?"
"Yes," she breathed, her voice ragged. "Please. More. I need—"
A sharp knock cut through her begging.
SinB's head snapped toward the door, panic flaring in her chest. But the first man just laughed, his hand tightening in her hair.
"Right on time," he said.
The door swung open, and her eyes went wide.
Five more men filed into the room. Then seven. Then ten. Broad shoulders and dark skin and hungry eyes, all of them stripping off clothes as they entered. The smell hit her instantly—musk and sweat and pure masculinity, so thick she could taste it.
"Happy birthday, slut," the second man whispered in her ear. "We invited friends."
SinB's cunt clench around the third man's cock. Her heart hammered against her ribs, fear and arousal tangling into one throbbing pulse between her legs.
"Th-there's so many—"
"Fifteen of us total," the first man said, counting heads. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at the semicircle forming around the bed. "And every single one of us is going to use you tonight."
The third man started fucking her again, his pace brutal and claiming. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, his cock hitting depths that made her vision blur. Cum squelched around his shaft, the obscene wet sounds filling the room.
"Look at that," one of the newcomers said. His voice was deep, his cock already hard and jutting out from his body—thick and dark with a prominent vein running along the underside. "Asian bitch is already creaming herself."
"Been dreaming about this for ten years," the second man told them. "Practiced on toys. Watched videos. This little whore has been desperate for BBC since she was a trainee."
SinB's face burned with shame. But her pussy only got wetter.
"She know we're filming?" another man asked, nodding toward the camera.
"She begged for it."
The third man pulled out suddenly, leaving her empty and gaping. Her cunt fluttered around nothing, cum leaking from her stretched hole.
"Get her up," someone ordered.
Hands grabbed her from every direction—strong dark fingers digging into her arms, her waist, her thighs. They hauled her off the bed like she weighed nothing, positioning her on her knees in the center of the room.
"Open your mouth, whore."
She obeyed, her jaw aching from earlier use. A new cock pressed past her lips—longer than the others, thin but reaching deep. The man groaned above her, his hand fisting her hair.
"Fuck, her throat is tight," he hissed. He started fucking her face, his balls slapping against her chin. "Swallow it all, slut. Every inch."
Behind her, someone spread her ass cheeks wide. A tongue dragged from her clit to her asshole, lapping up the cum that leaked from both holes. She shuddered, moaning around the cock in her mouth.
"Tastes like a proper cum dump," the man behind her said. "Who's breed her already?"
"Three of us."
"Then let's make it four."
He pushed into her pussy without warning, his cock thicker than any she'd taken tonight. The stretch bordered on painful, her walls forced to accommodate his massive girth. She screamed around the shaft in her throat, tears springing to her eyes.
"Too much?" the first man asked, appearing in her vision. He cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a tear. "Ask us to stop."
But she didn't want them to stop. She shook her head as best she could, her tongue working the cock in her mouth.
"That's what I thought."
More hands found her body—pinching her nipples, slapping her tits, grabbing fistfuls of her ass. Someone spat on her face, the saliva running down her cheek. Another man pressed his cock against her free hand, curling her fingers around his shaft.
"Stroke," he commanded.
She pumped him awkwardly, her coordination shot as two cocks abused her from both ends. The man behind her set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming against her sore ass with each thrust.
"Look at her take it," someone laughed. "Fifteen cocks and she's still hungry for more."
The man in her mouth suddenly gripped her head tight, burying himself down her throat. His cum erupted directly into her stomach, pulse after pulse of hot seed. He pulled back halfway, the last spurts coating her tongue.
"Swallow," he ordered.
SinB swallowed, the taste of him filling her senses. Salty and thick and undeniably male.
"Good girl."
He stepped back, and another cock immediately replaced him. This one was wider, stretching her jaw to its limit. She gagged, spit pouring from the corners of her mouth.
"Breathe through your nose," someone instructed. "You've got a lot more of us to get through."
The man behind her buried himself deep and held, his cock twitching inside her. She felt his cum flooding her already-sloppy pussy, adding to the mess. He pulled out with a wet schlick, and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
But not for long.
Another man took his place, pressing against her asshole instead. She tensed, her body remembering the earlier stretch.
"Relax," he said, his palm connecting with her ass cheek in a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, followed immediately by another slap on the other side. "Let us in."
She forced herself to relax, and his cockhead popped past the tight ring of muscle. The burn made her gasp, her eyes watering. He didn't wait for her to adjust—just pushed deeper, inch by inch, until his balls rested against her dripping cunt.
"Fuck, she's even tighter here."
His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he started moving. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, the pleasure-pain mixing until she couldn't tell them apart.
Meanwhile, the cock in her mouth withdrew, slapping against her face—thwap, thwap, thwap. Another took its place, this one curved upward. The head hit the roof of her mouth with every thrust, sending jolts of sensation straight to her clit.
"She's dripping," someone observed. "Pussy's empty and she's still making a mess on the floor."
"Put something in it then."
A hand grabbed her free wrist, guiding it backward. She felt another hard cock press against her palm. Now she was stroking two, her hands working automatically while her mouth and ass were used.
They passed her around like a party favor. Cock after cock filled her holes, each man taking his turn. Some finished inside her, adding to the growing mess. Others pulled out at the last second, spraying cum across her face, her tits, her back.
"Close your eyes," someone ordered.
She obeyed. Hot cum splattered across her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks. It dripped down her face in thick rivers, mixing with her mascara and tears.
"Open."
She blinked open her cum-crusted eyes to see the camera pointed directly at her face.
"Tell everyone what you are."
SinB's voice came out wrecked—hoarse and broken from hours of use. "I'm a whore," she rasped. "A fucktoy for BBC. A cum dump for black cock."
"And what do you want?"
"I want you to use me. All of you. Fill me until I can't hold any more."
Someone grabbed her throat from behind, tilting her head back. A cock pressed against her lips again.
"Beg for it properly."
"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please fuck me. Use me. I'm just a set of holes for your pleasure. Ruin me. Break me. Make me forget my own name."
The men exchanged satisfied glances.
"Good slut."
They positioned her differently now—someone lying on the bed, his cock standing straight up. They lowered her onto him, her pussy swallowing his length. Another stood at the head of the bed, his shaft pushing into her mouth. A third approached from behind, his cock pressing into her ass.
Three holes. Three cocks. Airtight.
"Ride," the man beneath her commanded.
She planted her hands on his chest, lifting her hips and dropping them. The dual penetration made every nerve ending fire, her body stretched beyond anything she'd imagined possible. The man in her ass matched her rhythm, his thrusts driving her forward onto the cock in her mouth.
"Oh god—oh fuck—"
Her moans were muffled by cock, her body moving on instinct alone. She was lost now—completely and utterly lost in the sensation of being filled in every possible way.
"She's about to cum," someone observed.
"Stop."
Everything stopped. The cocks inside her held still. The one in her mouth withdrew completely. She whined, her body trembling on the edge of release.
"Please—please let me—"
"No." The first man's voice was firm. "You don't cum until we say so."
They held her there, poised on the precipice, her body screaming for release. Tears streamed down her face, frustration and need mixing into one overwhelming ache.
"Beg properly."
"I'm sorry—please—I need it so badly—"
"Need what?"
"To cum. Please let me cum. I'll do anything. I'll be your whore forever. Just please, please let me cum."
The men exchanged glances again.
"Since she asked so nicely…"
They started moving again. The cock in her pussy pistoned upward while the one in her ass slammed deep. The third returned to her mouth, fucking her throat with renewed intensity.
The orgasm hit her like a wave. Her entire body seized, her holes clenching around the cocks inside her. White-hot pleasure consumed her, wiping her mind clean of everything except the sensation of being utterly, completely filled.
"Fuck, she's milking me," the man beneath her groaned. His cock pulsed, adding his load to the countless others already inside her.
The man in her ass followed moments later, his cum flooding her bowels. The one in her mouth withdrew, spurting across her face and tits.
But they weren't done. Not even close.
They lifted her off the bed, passing her between them like a toy. Someone held her in the air, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried in her cunt. Another pressed against her ass, entering her already-stretched hole.
"Take it," someone growled in her ear. "Take every fucking inch."
She lost track of how many times they made her cum. Lost track of how many loads filled her holes, painted her skin, dripped from her chin. Lost track of everything except the endless cycle of pleasure and pain and more, more, more.
At some point, they flipped her onto her back again. Someone straddled her chest, pushing her tits together and fucking the channel between them. Others knelt beside her head, their cocks pressing against her lips.
"Stick out your tongue."
She obeyed. Cock after cock rubbed against it, leaving trails of precum and cum. She was covered in it now—her face, her hair, her body, the sheets beneath her.
"Look at the camera, slut."
She turned her gaze to the lens. Her reflection stared back at her—wrecked and ruined and utterly destroyed.
"Tell everyone what you learned tonight."
SinB's voice was barely a whisper. "That I'm a whore," she breathed. "That I was made for BBC. That I'll never be satisfied by anything else."
"And?"
"And I want more. I want this every day. I want to be used until I can't remember my own name."
The camera captured every word. Every drop of cum. Every tear-streaked, mascara-smeared inch of her ruined face.
"Good girl."
They used her for hours more. Passed her around like a party favor. Filled her until her belly swelled with cum, until it leaked from every hole in a constant stream. Slapped her, choked her, spat on her—treating her exactly like the fucktoy she'd always dreamed of being.
By the time the last man finished, SinB lay in a puddle of cum and sweat and tears, her body sore and satisfied beyond anything she'd ever known. Her holes gaped obscenely, cum leaking from them in steady streams. Her face was unrecognizable, coated in layer after layer of seed.
But her smile—her smile was radiant.
"Happy birthday," the first man said, running a hand through her matted hair.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you thank you thank you."
"For what?"
"For making me what I always knew I was."
The camera continued recording as she lay there, wrecked and ruined and happier than she'd ever been in her life.
Tomorrow, she'd have to face the world—interviews, rehearsals, the constant scrutiny of idol life. But tonight, she was exactly what she wanted to be: a BBC fucktoy, used and abused and loving every second of it.
And she knew, with absolute certainty, that this was only the beginning.
She'd tasted her fantasy, and now she'd never be able to go back.
Hey! If you could sign the members of Itzy for the Vixen Media Group porn sites, who would you sign? You could sign them for multiple ones as well 💙
Yeji
for Wifey
Yeji is the perfect choice for Wifey. Her fierce yet elegant visuals, sharp charisma, and natural dominance mixed with submissive moments make her an ideal hot wife.
She walks onto set with a confident smirk, dressed in luxurious lingerie that highlights her toned body. Yeji loves playing the cute but naughty wife who has her husband filming her getting stretched by other men. She usually starts with slow, intimate blowjobs, maintaining eye contact while drooling on someone's cock. Her favorite is riding a man's cock in cowgirl, hips rolling as she moans for him and her husband.
“Does my pussy feel good, baby?”
Yeji takes deep creampies with a huge smile, pushing the cum back inside her while looking at her husband.
Lia
for Vixen
Lia blushes at first but melts on camera. She excels in romantic, intimate scenes with soft lighting, silk sheets, and passionate eye contact. She gives slow, sloppy blowjobs with her pretty lips, moaning sweetly around cock. In missionary, her big doe eyes water beautifully as she takes thrust after thrust. Her melodic voice whimpers in pleasure.
Her body is incredibly responsive. She trembles and cums easily, legs wrapped tightly around her costar's hips as she begs.
“Please cum inside me…”
Her innocent-looking face contrasting with how greedily she takes load after load makes her extremely popular.
Ryujin
for Blacked Raw
Ryujin smirks at the camera before dropping to her knees, spitting on big black cocks and deepthroating aggressively. Ryujin loves getting manhandled. Rough doggy style, hair pulling, and choking while moaning.
“Fuck me harder with that big cock.”
She throws it back enthusiastically, her toned body glistening with sweat as she gets pounded. Ryujin takes massive creampies and facials without hesitation, often smirking arrogantly right after being filled. Most of her videos end with her stumbling out of a random hotel room, her hair and makeup a mess, her clothes not properly put together.
Chaeryeong
for Tushy
Chaeryeong’s elegant body and dedicated personality make her perfect for Tushy’s anal-focused content.
She starts shy but becomes incredibly needy once her ass is stretched. Her long legs and flexibility allow for beautiful positions as she takes sometimes several cocks in a row. Chaeryeong moans gracefully, face buried in the sheets while pushing back.
"It’s so deep in my ass…You're gaping me...”
Her favourite are slow, soft anal scenes that gradually turn intense. Most of her videos are more girlfriend themed. She's knwon for her sweet, slow moaning scenes, that turn into rough pounding, until her body gives out. Her graceful movements and the way her body trembles after intense orgasms make every scene mesmerizing. Viewers love her elegant beauty getting ruined by how hard her costars ruin her toward the ends of her scenes.
Yuna
for Tushy Raw
Yuna bounces around the set with her usual playful smile, but once the scene starts, that innocent energy turns into something much filthier. Yuna loves getting her tight ass stretched on camera. She starts by teasing the viewer, spreading her cheeks and giggling nervously before moaning loudly as a thick cock pushes into her ass.
“It’s so big… but I can take it."
She says in her cutest voice that quickly becomes desperate.
Her flexibility shines as she gets folded into deep anal positions with her favorite, reverse cowgirl where she bounces energetically, ass rippling with every drop. Yuna is vocal and enthusiastic even in the rawest scenes, moaning shamelessly, pushing back for more, and giggling between gasps when it feels especially intense. She takes rough, deep anal pounding without hesitation, her pretty face contorting in pleasure as she cums hard from her ass being fucked.
Compared to Chaeryeong, she doesn't need to start slow. Some of her scenes start with going right into the action without foreplay at all. Just Yuna, bent over, someone already using her ass.
After getting thoroughly fucked, she loves showing a messy creampie or facial, pushing the cum out of her stretched hole while smiling brightly at the camera. Her combination of youthful cuteness and eagerness to get her ass ruined makes her addicting to watch.
A/N: Halfway into the Bro Zuha's second set! Last one should be soon, barring any surprise BFHs.
Fanprose link here.
Enjoy.
Like, seriously, if there is one thing you don’t get about Kazuha, is that she does things without letting you know sometimes.
You’ve learned to get used to it, really. You’ve stopped wondering how in god’s green earth this happened, or why the universe decided to send it to your end of the world.
The Chaewon incident that started this whole thing coming to mind, which you weren’t opposed to at all, considering the events that occurred afterwards. A few more surprises here and there with her closest friends with the other, the more recent one being Kazuha coming home, drunk off her ass along with the girls.
That was a rather interesting Friday night, you’ll say. Your body has never felt so sore in your entire life the next few days after.
Extremely worth it, for all intents and purposes however.
But, to your point, she doesn’t let you know about things that you would very much like to know beforehand. Like today, for example, when you come home from what you thought was going to be an ordinary Wednesday until—
“Hi!”
“Jesus–” This was not what you were expecting when you came home from work. Luggage bags left in your hallway, a woman that is most certainly not Kazuha sitting on your couch, sipping on one of your yogurt milk drinks as she waves at you. Which makes you question where Kazuha is. “Uh, hello?”
“You must be Kazuha's boyfriend.” The woman continues sipping on her drink, the loud slurps coming from the straw pausing as she smiles prettily at you. “She said you'd be here around this time, so I thought of saying hi.”
“Right.” You are, for all intents and purposes, extremely skeptical of this woman. Don’t know who she is, where she came from, why there’s so much of her shit scattered in your hallway. She’s just here, for reasons you have zero idea of.
You walk to the kitchen counter, placing down your backpack before turning towards her. “Sorry, who are you?”
“Oh!” She practically jumps out of the couch, and skips straight towards you with a grin on her face. “Name’s Rei. Naoi Rei.” She outstretches a hand.
You take her hand and shake it gently, tell her your name and be answered with a cute little nod that you swear is not making you cringe on the inside or make your heart race from how adorable it was.
“So you are Zuha’s boyfriend!” she repeats, and before you could come up with a reply for it, the front door swings open once again.
“Looks like you two are getting along.” Kazuha's striding in, a shopping bag in one hand, and a small handbag in another. She stands next to you, smiling and leaning in to give you a peck on the lips before she hands the bag to Rei. “Here's some extra pillows you can use.”
Rei gasps, and you're confused on whether this woman's a walking adorable little thing or not because every action she does looks way, way too cute to be normal.
“Thank you so much, I'll pay you back before I leave,” Rei says, pulling out a pair of pillows from the bag, the paper falling down the ground.
“Don't worry about it,” Kazuha replies, placing her bag next to your pack, and you watch as Rei squeezes one of the cushions between her arm, picking up the bag on the ground and walking back to the couch with another thanks.
Which leaves you with Kazuha. You turn to her, blinking slowly and giving her a pointed look. Your hands gesture towards Rei, who's gotten in her own world on the couch, setting up her makeshift bed on it. “So.”
“So,” Kazuha repeats, eyes following your hands. “That's Rei.”
“That is Rei, yes.” Your palms rest on your hips. “Why is Rei here with a bunch of luggage, exactly?”
“She’s asked if she can crash for a few days,” she explains, leaning her elbow on the kitchen counter. “Traveled all the way from Japan for some music festival this weekend.” Said Rei would be gone by Wednesday next week, Kazuha swears. “She won’t cause us any trouble, trust me.”
You turn your gaze back to Rei, legs up in the air while she’s hugging one of the pillows and scrolling down her phone. You can faintly hear the sounds quickly shifting from one topic to another as her thumb swipes up every so often. “And when you say trouble–” Queue your finger air quotes. “You mean she’s not going to be involved in one of your plans?”
Kazuha only smiles at you, hand rising up to pat your cheek fondly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” There’s that familiar twinkle in your eye that you spot—one that you’re not sure whether to be excited or wary of what she’s cooking up—before she walks away.
Sighing and shaking your head, you take another look at Rei. Still busy with her phone, paying you no mind and not causing any trouble, just like Kazuha said.
You can’t help but add a ‘yet’, though.
—
Trouble, you’ve realized, decided to come in small batches over the course of the next few days.
Nothing that would get you arrested or caught in an indecent way, no. For the most part, it was you doing your usual routine with the added intrusion that Rei is living in your living room. And it causes a few odd encounters with her every now and again.
Like when Kazuha decided to jump you the following Thursday when you got home, kissing you right there in the doorway just as you opened the door to your apartment. And while it was an unexpected surprise that you would normally, wholeheartedly welcome with open arms, seeing Rei pretend that you and Kazuha are not sucking each other’s faces off wasn’t weird at all.
At least, not for Kazuha. It was odd as all hell for you when you realized that Rei was looking pretty earnestly until she got caught.
Or on Friday, where you swear to all manners of religion out there that you heard moaning outside your bedroom door when you woke up in the middle of the night because the bathroom was calling you. Suffice to say it was a quick run to and from the bathroom to avoid interrupting Rei’s potential ‘her’ time.
And you won’t lie, needing to be quiet in your own home because a guest was touching yourself was incredibly awkward, considering that’s not something anyone would ever stumble upon. Even more so when you were left alone on Saturday, when Rei was out at her festival, Kazuha coming along with her when Rei said her friend wouldn’t be able to make it.
“It’d be a great way for us to really catch up!” You remember Rei telling Kazuha before they left this morning. And for the most part, you kinda agree with her. The three of you never really seem to have a good time to sit down and hang out, outside of the two of them since they seemed rather close. You in particular, given that you’re mostly out on the weekdays that Rei started living in your apartment.
And as much as they wanted you to come with, the extortionist pricing to get tickets this late made all three of you exclaim profanities so loud that you were afraid of finally getting a noise complaint.
Aside from the rather relaxing afternoon you had cleaning up your home while watching the weekend motorsport race in an attempt to get rid of any lingering thoughts about Rei touching herself on your couch—one that you sat on for quite a while after doing the chores (you need to clean this couch soon)—and making some dinner for yourself after getting a text from Kazuha that they’ll be coming home late, you decided to call it early tonight and catch up with the two in the morning.
Which gets completely derailed when you wake up in the wee hours of Sunday, where you are awoken from the sounds that are coming from your living room. It causes you to groggily get out of bed, the intimate familiarity of your home allowing you to walk on autopilot even without fully opening your eyes.
Or have your senses wake up until you flick the light on to find Kazuha and Rei making out by the kitchen counter, the former practically shoving her tongue down the latter.
You blink like an owl. Slowly, peculiarly, until the scene before you registers in your mind and you start looking like a deer in headlights. Then your brain finally catches up to what you’re seeing and—
“Well, good morning to you girls too.” Dragging a palm across your face, you decide to head over to grab a cup and fill it up with water. “Did you have fun earlier?”
Rei lets out a blissful hum, letting out a gasp as Kazuha leaves her lips to kiss down her neck. “Great,” she gasps, holding onto Kazuha’s locks. Rei lets out an even loud gasp when she gets hoisted up onto the counter by Kazuha, and even you were raising eyebrows at how assertive Kazuha is being tonight.
Or today, you’re not sure yourself.
You take a good, long drink of your cup, downing it all in one go, a quiet, refreshed noise coming out of your lips before putting it down. You have half a mind to walk up and join in on whatever debauchery Kazuha’s planned, and another to go back to bed and let them have their fun, considering they’ve already started without you.
Kazuha might not even know you’re here, what with her buried completely in Rei’s chest, her hands pulling the jacket she has on away before her fingers begin to pull Rei’s top up to expose her chest and holy shit Rei being even more stacked than you thought was not in your bingo card.
Not that you were looking, of course. You were simply appreciating the times her cleavage was in display. Totally not looking down whenever you had the chance, no.
Your bro will never let you live it down. But then again, anyone would be happy to have their faces shoved full of tits, especially ones as big as Rei’s.
Kazuha included.
Speaking of, she’s finally gotten her head out of Rei’s tits and turns to you with a grin. “Hey.” Is all she says, like this is another Sunday for her (and for the most part, this was a normal Sunday before you two were a thing, the player that your girlfriend was. Still is.) “Had a good day doing nothing today?”
“I cleaned, thank you very much,” you answer, walking up next to her, arm wrapping around her waist and leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek, like this is another Sunday for you. “I’m guessing this is how Rei is paying you back for staying?”
“Oh this was for the pillows I got her,” Kazuha says, taking your free hand and placing it on Rei’s bra-covered breast, and even with the fabric in the way you can feel how soft and large they are in your hand. Rei encourages you further, pushing her chest out for the both of you and your fingers can’t stop themselves from squeezing. “Now she’s paying us back with her pillows.”
“They are some very nice pillows,” you mutter, engrossed in the soft flesh.
Kazuha chuckles, a hand coming down to cup the bulge growing in your shorts, fondling you through your clothing. Her lips come close; kisses starting from your neck, journeying her way up to your cheek all the way until she can nibble your earlobe, cooing a question that you’ll ever answer. “Better than Kkura’s?”
Whether it be because you don’t want to hurt Rei’s feelings (especially cause you’re getting a feel of her tits), Sakura’s feelings when Kazuha eventually tells her (cause you know Sakura’s going to come barging in your apartment one night when she learns about it), or your own physical being, you can’t be sure. What you are sure of is that all three can be an option, but you’re too busy fondling Rei’s breasts to give Kazuha an answer anyway.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Kazuha sing-songs, tugging your shorts down to your ankles. “Rei, be a dear and help me out here, why don’t you?”
“On it!” Rei’s hands come to the waistband of your boxers, and they end up right above your shorts. Your cock twitching and leaking and Christ her hands feel amazing stroking you so gently it makes you moan.
It makes Kazuha giggle; a sound that makes you fall deeper into this whole rabbit hole of fucking yet another one of her friends. “Excited now, are we bro?” And it’s like she’s reading your mind, even when she’s on her knees and looking at you with those doe eyes. Knowing that you’re just as turned on as she is, that you’ll be sharing Rei between the both of you.
That, or it could be the other way around and she’s sharing you with her friends.
“Well, don’t worry too much,” Kazuha continues, inching closer to your cock. “Let Rei and I take care of you for the night, hmm?” Her tongue gives a quick lick at your tip, making your thighs clench.
“Let me guess–” you exhale, glancing back to Rei. “Is this your thanks for letting you stay?”
“Nope!” she says, her entire face lighting up. She leans in and gives your cheek a quick peck then drops off the counter to follow Kazuha on her knees. “I’m doing this cause I’m so fucking wet right now.” Rei gives that same quick kiss to your tip, holding you by the base all while Kazuha watches by her side.
“Rei’s a little bit of a horndog,” Kazuha adds, nudging Rei lightly. Rei only nods in agreement, her tongue coming out to lick your shaft; from the tip going down to the base of your cock, she leaves no surface safe from her pretty pink muscle that’s eager to get you ready. “And she is very adventurous.”
“I can tell.” Just by the way Rei is worshipping your balls, taking each one in her mouth and rolling them with her tongue, sucking and licking away at them so goddamn well it makes you lean back onto the counter to brace yourself for when Kazuha inescapably joins in. “Christ, Zuha, you’re making me think you’ve fucked all your friends.”
“Not all of them,” Kazuha snaps back, a smirk on her lips. She gets closer to your dick, hot breath tickling you, and the air you need in your lungs gets exponentially bigger the moment her own tongue comes out to have her fun. “I’m thinking we should double team someone one of these days, though.”
Jesus, this woman truly is after your own heart. Even the mere thought of Kazuha wearing a strap, pinning Rei down and getting to stuff her in both holes sounded insane. And here she is, telling you that she’s ready and willing to go; might not even need to be Rei at all.
“Hot,” Rei comments, like her mouth isn’t preoccupied with your balls. “Can that be me? Please let it be me.”
The shit eating grin on Kazuha’s face when she hears that, paired with her eyebrows wiggling at you causes a shaky laugh to spill out of your lips. Knowing that it really, actually, might be Rei that’s going to get stuffed by the both of you in the near future makes you throb harder, pulsing around Kazuha’s hand.
Something you’ll anticipate for later, when the time comes. Right now you need to focus on not cumming too early when both Kazuha takes your cock in her mouth, tongue swirling around your cockhead just as Rei manages to take both your balls in hers. It makes you grip the counter tighter, hissing a curse and looking up at the ceiling just so the view won’t make you explode in record time.
Not that it matters, you’re only delaying the inevitable when it comes to Kazuha.
“Z-Zuha–” you stutter, a hand coming to rest on her hair, running your fingers through her locks when she takes you deep. Mouth locked firmly around your length, she sucks eagerly, cheeks hollowing out as she bobs. Up and down and up and down and down and down until her nose almost reaches your crotch. Letting out a gag before she comes up for air, stroking your spit covered cock and looks up at you with a smile.
“Problem?” The tilt of her head partnered with the grin playing her face is fucking you up seven ways to Sunday, and your fingers curled up in her hair tightens in response. Combined with the fact that Rei’s never let up on your balls, and it’s a constant barrage of pleasure that you do not have the strength to win against.
“I–fuck–” It’s embarrassing to admit, having to lose so quickly against these two, but waking up and having your dick sucked wasn't exactly what you were expecting to happen. “I’m not gonna last long.”
Rei pauses, coming up and finally giving you a moment's rest, and she is a mess. Droll running down her chin that she doesn’t bother wiping off, only slurping what she can in her mouth as she grins at you two. “Can I do the thing please?”
You turn to Kazuha. “What thing?”
“Course you can, Rei.” Kazuha gives Rei a kiss on the cheek.
“Yes!” Rei leaves one last kiss on your cock, her tongue making out with the tip and the surprise almost makes you kick your feet up.
“Holy shit–”
She doesn't stay for long, kissing you cock one last time before she stands up. Before you can know it Kazuha is pulling you away from the counter, getting you to stand upright.
“Dude, what is she talking about?” You hold on to Kazuha's shoulders, the clothes around your ankles being a pain to move forward.
Kazuha only grins and gives you a wink. “When I said Rei was adventurous–” You can feel Rei behind you now, her hands on your shoulders, face peeking out from behind to kiss you dangerously close to your lips but pulls away to smooch you on the cheek. “She’s really adventurous.”
Rei must know what'll happen if she decides to have a taste of your lips.
Clothes rustling behind you pique your curiosity, making you want to turn around to see Rei's breasts out of that damn bra. Wanting to feel the weight of them in your palms, pinch and play with her nipples, give them a nice, good squeeze—
A squeaky, girly noise comes out of you, shivers up your spine, your skin tingling all over the place, body locking up; it happens all at once, overloading your senses and almost making you double over if not for Kazuha holding you upright. You don’t know how to react, your body running on instinct at the burst of pleasure that’s hit you, all because of a wet intrusion poking in your taint.
“What the fuck, Rei–” The letters that constitute pronouncing her name slowly become gibberish in favor of a long, drawn out moan, your hands grabbing Kazuha’s head in an attempt to find solace. Even if you must look so fucked stupid in front of her, that smile Kazuha gives you is somehow both endearing and problematic at the same time.
“Relax,” Kazuha says, and that one word—that one, simple word—is enough to let you know that there is, in fact, a problem. “Just let go when you need to, alright?”
And when Kazuha starts to double down on the assault of pleasure being inflicted on you, you just know that you’re not going to last much longer. You’re almost hyperventilating at how potent the feeling is, the tingling becoming a numbing sensation over your body from it all.
The sensation of Rei licking around your pucker, circling it with her tongue before she does a few pokes to test your reaction. Kazuha’s head a blur from how fast her head is bobbing, blowing you so eagerly. Rei digging her fingers in your ass once her tongue plunges in to rim you. Kazuha’s gaze never losing its focus away from you, her lips suctioned at your tip, tongue circling around, flicking the slit of your cockhead while her hands stroke you.
You’re seeing stars. Blots of white start blocking your vision, the hold you have on Kazuha’s head getting firmer to hold yourself together. It’s useless trying to fight back against it, not when these two are tongue fucking you on both sides. You try to warn either of them that the inevitable is happening, but all that comes out is garbled mutterings of a man gone mad.
It just happened, is what you eventually tell the both. When your eyes roll back and your cock erupts straight into Kazuha’s waiting mouth, filling up with cum at each pulse. The hum that vibrates around your cock along with the tongue slowly licking around your taint coaxes more and more of your load to come out, and it all seems neverending.
Rei comes out from behind, leaving your backside to kneel next to your leg. A finger feathers around your taint, even as she stares at Kazuha prolongs your load. And Kazuha manages to stay attached to your cock, jerking you off to gain more of your spunk, swallowing what she can even as it starts to spill out of her lips. The wonder in Rei’s eyes as she watches, the perverse anticipation in her lips—and all you can do is moan and let it all happen.
“There you go,” Rei mutters, her thighs pushing together. “Give her all that cum. Give her everything so I can have some for myself.”
Kazuha’s lips leave your shaft and you’re crumbling to the floor, feeling like you just ran a marathon and back from the experience. Rei makes sure that you don’t hurt yourself, getting your back against the counter before she gets pulled in for a kiss by Kazuha.
Cum gets swapped between their lips, lips savouring the taste, their tongues sliding together and sharing what Kazuha has milked from you. Some spill down, some stick to their lips, most get swallowed from both. It’s all so messy, and they don’t care at all.
Somehow, someway, your cock comes to life from the view. You don’t understand how, and you’re genuinely scared to find out what happens when you figure out that your body is overruling your sense of survival for more of this.
They part, Kazuha turning to you as Rei licks up any leftover cum that’s fallen down to the former’s chest. “You look like you enjoyed that.”
“I look like I’m a fucking corpse,” you reply, causing Kazuha and Rei to giggle. “What the hell was even that?”
“Just a little thank you for cleaning up the apartment while we were off partying.” Kazuha closes the distance between you two, coming to your left. She cups your cheek, and her lips meet yours.
Arms wrap around her waist to pull her close, and you relax. Letting yourself get swept away by Kazuha’s soft lips for a moment, whispering such a rare phrase to you in between all of the kisses that it makes you smile. You say it back, just when you feel a wet pressure around your length.
It makes you flinch in surprise, pulling you away from the moment, from Kazuha. You look down, and Rei’s in between your legs, cock popping off her lips.
“So about that double team,” Rei starts, slowly stroking you. It was enough to ease you back into hardness. She’s careful with you, making sure that the pleasure doesn’t become pain from overstimulating you. “Can that be my payment for staying here for the week?”
A/N: Welcome to the beginning of Bro Kazuha's second set! Expect the next one to be a bit further out this year, as I have a few other things in the queue.
Enjoy.
Okay, picture this.
Another one of Kazuha’s friends is underneath you, legs up in the air, body pressed against yours, writhing under the pleasure of getting her cunt fucked until you fill her up with your load. Kazuha, the sweet, wholesome bro of a girlfriend that she is, lay panting right next to the both of you, watching you fuck like animals while her fingers play around with the cum dripping down her folds.
All because of a simple misunderstanding.
“So how's the job hunt going?” you asked, trapping your phone in between your shoulder and your cheek. Hands preoccupied with cooking dinner for the both of you.
“Spent the entire day looking for openings. And this is the last one before I head home,” Kazuha answered, the faint noise of the background bleeding through. “Is this how hard it is to get a job nowadays?”
“Hey, you did say that there aren't many bakeries around the area.” You turn the heat down, and with a free hand you place the phone down and put it on speaker. “Why bakeries, by the way?”
“Ask Minju,” she sighed, the noise around her getting louder. “Chae said that she used to be a pantler, and since I knew one of the owners that I buy pastries from they thought I could help her out.” The words started getting harder to understand, the noise around her getting louder. “I even took a day off for this.”
“Look at you, being a good samaritan,” you joked, making Kazuha let out a chuckle. “Oh yeah, you think you could get some salt bread over there?”
“What?” she asked, and you’re not sure whether that was because she couldn’t hear you over the increasingly loud crowd over where she’s at or if she was offended at the thought of free food. And you’re pretty sure she would never turn down free food.
“I asked if you can get some salt bread,” you repeated, a little louder for good measure. “You know, for us? And for Minju too, actually.”
A few seconds passed by before the call ends, which made you glance at the screen where a few pings from Kazuha’s messages popped up on your notifs.
Zuzu:
Sorry had to drop
Way too loud here
But are you sure?
Didn’t expect you that from you
Not that I mind
You wiped your hands of any leftover mess from your cooking and picked up the phone.
You:
yeah, y?
thought itd be a good snack after dinner
no worries if u cant we can make do with something else
You didn't hear back from her for a while after that. Probably too caught up with Minju or whatever the hell was happening over where she is (you find out that there was some celebrity passing by that caused a commotion). Only a few more talks scattered throughout the next half hour.
Zuzu:
Minju got the job!
Said she'll be starting next week
You really sure about earlier?
I can invite her for dinner
You:
yeah im sure
food almost ready
have enough for 3
and tell her I said congrats
Zuzu:
Thank u!!!!
That was Minju
We'll be there in thirty, hopefully
Traffic is starting to pick up
You:
cool
stay safe
Zuzu:
Will do
And you are assertive today
I like it
You had to wonder what was so assertive about asking her for bread of all things. You brushed it off instead, thought you were overthinking things and returned to your cooking.
Letting time run its course and have the moonlight take up the sunset's position in the sky, you busied yourself with the table and the food, getting a few more messages from Kazuha, until the doorknob rattled and swung open.
“We're home!” Kazuha announced just as you closed the cupboard, a few glasses in hand.
“Hey, hey,” you called out, walking back to the table, where Kazuha stopped by to give you a kiss on the cheek before she sprawled out on the couch while Minju's over by the hallway, taking her shoes off. “How was the trip?”
“Killer,” Kazuha groaned, sitting up properly. “That celeb got everyone buying at the bakery Minju got hired at. Almost thought that she'd have to start today.”
“Good thing they didn't,” Minju added in, waving shyly at you as she took a seat next to Kazuha. “I don't even know how to make the specials.”
“I'm sure you'll learn how to make it eventually.” You poured water into the cups and handed each to the both of them. “Again, congrats on the job, Minju.”
“Thank you,” Minju replied, taking a sip from the glass. “Good to know I have two customers already with you guys.”
“With the way Zuha over here inhales salt bread, you'd get baker of the month quick,” you joked, while Kazuha almost hits you with a throw pillow in the face. You smacked it away, letting it hit the ground before picking it up and giving it a few hits to get rid of any dust. “Speaking of, did you guys get salt bread?”
Kazuha furrowed her eyebrows. “You never asked for salt bread.”
“Uh-” You tilted your head. “Pretty sure I did. You know, before you dropped the call?”
“I thought you–” Kazuha stoped, looked up in thought, to the side where Minju is staring at her, then back to you where stood up and pulled you to the kitchen—while you threw the throw pillow back to the couch—where Minju can't hear. “I thought you said you wanted someone bred?”
“What?” Your head recoiled the slightest bit back. “I was asking you to get us some salt bread.”
The staring contest was almost one for the history books. Neither side budging, unblinking—you almost thought that Minju took another sip of her glass to hide the smile that had started forming in her features.
Until Kazuha blinked, and groaned. “Oh my god,” she muttered, a hand on her forehead. “I brought Minju here cause I thought you said you wanted to breed a girl.”
Your mouth opened, not a single sound coming out of your lips before they closed. You opened them again. “Was that why you said I was being assertive?”
“Yes!” she hissed. “Because you never ask for threesomes!”
“Why would I ask for them?” Now you're the one confused. Where the hell was she going with this? “Those aren't exactly a make or break for me, dude. I'm happy with you.”
“I just–” Kazuha tried to stutter out a response. “I think it’s pretty hot, okay? When we mess around with my friends. Gets me wet as fuck just thinking about it.”
Oh.
“But I thought you said you didn't want this to happen anymore.” You made finger quotes. “‘This is the last time’, remember?”
“I've said that way too many times for it to matter now.” She had a point with that one. With the amount of times she's gotten you roped into having sex with women not named Kazuha, you're still getting surprised that it keeps on happening.
“Unless you want to stop?”
Your hand rested on her hips, another coming to loop your fingers with hers. “Hey, if you're happy, I'm happy.”
Kazuha rolled her eyes, leaning into your touch. “You just wanna fuck girls other than me.”
“Girl, you just said you get turned on when we fuck other girls. I'm putting all the blame on you.”
“Asshole.” She scoffed, smiling up at you. Her eyes darted to Minju for a moment before she smirked. “You still up to do it though?”
“If we can get salt bread tomorrow, sure.” You received a punch in the arm. “Ow–”
“Bro, I swear you weren't asking for salt bread,” she insisted, and you heard Minju giggle at what must have looked like a couple's fight and makeup all in five minutes.
“You probably need a better phone then,” you joked, which caused a playful laugh to emerge from Kazuha.
“I blame that fucking celeb,” she snapped back, rubbing the spot where her fist met your flesh and giving you a peck on the lips. “Come on, let's go eat before the food gets cold.”
Kazuha started walking to the table, taking a seat and gestured for Minju to take one herself, the food all prepped on the table.
“You two okay?” Minju asked, sitting down on the chair.
“Yeah, needed to clear something up with him,” Kazuha answered, knowing looks on both their faces as you poured yourself a glass of water.
Minju nodded. “And everything's fine?”
“More than fine.” Kazuha glanced at you with that same look.
You smiled as you took a seat of your own. “Told her that I'll be getting some salt bread tomorrow.”
“Oh, is that your favorite?” Minju brightened up at the topic. “I know how to make them, and if the bakery sells them I can get you guys some.”
“Her favorite,” you corrected. “But I’ve grown to like it when she doesn't force feed it on me.”
“Hey–” Kazuha pointed a fork at you. “I don’t force you to eat it.”
“Mhmm.” You took a good swig of water as she continued to refute the claim.
Minju giggled at your antics, watching the both of you continue arguing, making comments here and there, optimistically telling you two that you’ll be getting discounts at the bakery when she gets started and catching up with each other as you ate dinner.
By the end of it, Minju dropped a bombshell of a question just as you finish your glass of water and Kazuha takes her last bite.
“So do I get the first load or do you?”
You almost choked on mineral water.
Kazuha snapped her head to look at Minju, dropping her fork and making it clang on her plate.
Minju only smiled innocently, like she didn't ask about who's getting your cum fucked into them like it was a regular old Tuesday.
Kazuha placed the utensil down slowly, lets out a chuckle at the situation you all have found yourselves in, and looks at you.
“Well, bro? Who gets it first?”
—
“Oh, fuck–” Kazuha sighs as you pull out of her, a hand on her asscheek to spread her pussy folds. Letting your load slowly leak out, dripping down the sheets and staining her thighs. You indulge yourself in the sight, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
There's a humming sound next to you; an observant one, almost content in its cadence. Letting your satisfaction in filling Kazuha with your seed be known. “That's a thick load,” Minju chimes, pressing up against your back, arms looping around you. Coming down to wrap around your cock, giving you gentle, slow tugs while her other is toying with your nipples. “I wonder if that's how much I'll get too.”
Her actions cause a groan to rip off your lips, your body tensing up with what Minju is trying to do. Not allowing you a moment's rest as she moves, sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to Kazuha, her mind still scattered in a haze of pleasure.
“Minju–” Your hand lets go of Kazuha, and she collapses onto the bed, chest heaving, body turning, watching as Minju settles right next to her, spreading her legs wide. Fingers coming to play with her clit, pleading eyes staring up at you.
“What's wrong?” Minju asks demurely, tongue swiping her lips. “You don't wanna?” She's playing you so well, eyeing your twitching cock so hungrily, looking so eager to take you.
Her body is all but inviting you in, and you're falling right into her, settling between her thighs. When you let your palms rest by the sides of her head, and her eyes start to widen, pupils dilating. You'd think she would start vibrating from the excitement that's oozing out of her.
“Let a guy rest for a sec, Minju,” you answer, and she starts pouting at you, fingers coming down to cup your length, smearing you with her juices.
“But I want it,” Minju breathes out, that free hand she has looping around your neck to pull you closer. Her lips inches away from yours as she starts talking, begging you to start fucking her; along the lines of her uncaring of how rough you are, all she wants is your cum inside her cunt. Add a pretty please in the end to finish it off, and you're not sure when you had thrusted your dick in when she was coaxing you to fill her, to breed her—but here you are.
Balls deep in Minju, feeling her clench at every pound of your hips. Already mewling at how fast a pace you’ve set, airy broken gasps at each thrust. It’s gibberish, what she’s trying to say. Impossible to understand, and as much as you would love to get a proper syllable of what’s leaving her lips, Kazuha reminds you that she’s still here when she turns Minju towards her.
“You’re too close to him,” Kazuha mutters, before claiming Minju’s lips with hers. Slow and hesitant, so different from those that came before. Not battling for who gets to be on top or who chooses to get theirs first, only a soft lip lock that allows them to explore one another, tasting each other as you continue hammering down on Minju.
“You jealous?” Minju grins into the kiss, leaning further into it. Letting Kazuha take the lead, her tongue slipping inside Minju’s, and it melts her. Silences her gasps into pleasured hums for a moment before Kazuha pulls away, and her moans come back to fill the room.
Kazuha chuckles. “Not really,” she says, and all three of you know that’s a lie. “Fuck him all you want, but his lips are mine.” And she comes back in, hand tangling in Minju’s hair as they sink back into each other’s arms.
Leaves you with an amazing view, too. Gripping Minju’s hips as you rut harder into her, her breasts bouncing each time you drive deep. Relishing in the fact that each time you do so her walls get tighter on your cock, her arms gripping tighter on Kazuha’s own or on the sheets, those cute whimpers she lets out getting muffled by Kazuha’s lips.
But envy spikes, seeing the uncertainty in their kisses leave as they get more familiar with each other. Getting more heated, hungrier at each press of their lips, each swipe of their tongues. It becomes your fuel, pounding her deeper, your hold on Minju getting rougher; you’re almost worried about leaving marks on her waist after this if not for the fact that she loves how you take her, use her for your own end.
Her hips moving to try and meet your thrusts, but her rhythm stutters along yours. Kazuha breaking the kiss and coming down to play with Minju’s breasts. Looking straight at you as Kazuha takes a nipple into her mouth, fingers coming to play with the other. It makes Minju cry out, her back arching, offering her all to the both of you.
You let out a curse, thrusting unceasing, her pussy unwilling to let you go every time you bottom out. And you’re allowing yourself to lose all sense of reason, the longer this whole thing goes. Your earlier round with Kazuha has gotten your stamina shot, already so close to spilling everything inside her. So close to letting Minju get what she wants.
Kazuha knows it. Sees all your tell-tale signs; the erratic movements, heaving grunts. It makes her smile, mouth popping off of the nub she’s enjoying, making Minju whine at the momentary loss of pleasure. “Close?”
“Yeah,” you grunt out, a hand leaving its hold on Minju’s waist to squeeze Kazuha’s thighs, enjoying the thick flesh before your fingers come in between her legs, circling her clit and causing a gasp to come out of Kazuha’s lips. Parted lips curl into a grin, and she’s grabbing your hand and pulling it towards her, tongue twirling around your finger before guiding it to cup one of Minju’s breasts, groping the soft flesh, the nub hard against your palm.
“In me,” Minju gasps, whimpers, sobs as you chase your release. Starts blabbering about having it all inside her, her legs locking behind the small of your back. Wants it all in her cunt, and she’s pleading with you; begging you to cum. Tears start to water her eyes, desperation painted across her face. The thought that you’re close, that you’re about to let your entire load flood her cunt, to paint her walls white with your seed, to fucking breed her like she oh so wants to be—it causes her to shake, spasms rocking her frame as the pleasure start to crash over her body. Clenching your cock like a vise, and you realize:
She’s cumming on your cock, and Kazuha’s making sure it lasts as long as possible.
Her hand on Minju’s clit, circling that spot eagerly, making Minju wail, Kazuha’s name and yours spilling out of Minju’s lips, please coming out in droves. Eyes damn near rolling back as she slumps back, intoxicated in the rapture you’re both providing. Kazuha smiles, giving Minju a kiss, anchoring her in reality while her eyes turn to you, a wink being thrown your way.
And that’s all you needed to see to keep going. Fuck Minju past her climax, take in her moans that Kazuha’s soft lips mute, feel her trembling walls take your shaft, trying to milk you.
Doesn’t take too long for her to succeed, really. A few more thrusts, and you can only let out a groan as you fill her to the brim with your cum. Each pulse of your cock sending a fresh batch of spunk inside her. Kazuha, the sweet, diabolical bro of a girlfriend that she is, is kind enough to let Minju go. Closing her eyes as she moans at the spurts, her hands coming to caress her stomach, sighing as you spill the last of your load—larger than what you gave Kazuha almost—into Minju.
“That’s it,” Kazuha encourages, resting her head besides Minju’s, licking her lips at the sight. Her words are more for Minju than it was for you, but it still manages to make you twitch inside her. “Love getting the cum fucked into you like that? Getting to be our little breeding bitch for the night?” She cups Minju’s cheeks, thumb brushing aside the strands of hair sticking to her skin. “Bet your thinking about how fucking potent that load he just dumped inside you, aren’t you?”
That sends you straight back down to earth.
“We’re not actually trying to get her pregnant, right?” you ask them both. While you know Kazuha’s on birth control, you’re not entirely sure about Minju. Especially with how she was acting earlier.
Minju opens her eyes, letting out a chuckle at your question. “I’m on the pill.” That immediately causes you to sigh in relief.
“It’s all in good fun, dude,” Kazuha adds, pushing herself up and getting closer to you to leave a wet kiss on your cheek. “Safe sex is great sex and all that fancy shit.”
“Right,” you sigh, attempting to pull out of Minju. Key word, attempt, because both her and Kazuha are stopping you from doing so. “Uh, guys?”
“Don’t wanna keep going?” Kazuha asks, a smirk on her face as she pushes you back into Minju. It makes you hiss, the mixture of pleasure and pain from the stimulation fatiguing you. “We need to make sure Minju gets properly bred, bro.”
“Seriously, I need a break–”
“Please?” Minju pleads, arms coming to grip your hips, pulling you in with the same rhythm as Kazuha’s pushing. “Just one more?”
You can’t help but think this night might not bode well for you.
Part of my BLACKED Baddies shorts, see my masterlist for more chapters.
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Karina's eyes widened at the sight of an African refugees massive BBC. With a shaky hand she reached out to grab it, feeling the strong pulse throbbing against her palm. Her mouth fell open when she began to stroke, watching it flop in her hands a bit, realizing he wasn't even fully hard.
Karina gasped, drooling as she stroked with both hands. She felt the carpet against her knees, and the touch of his ebony thighs around her torso. She leaned forward, pressing her pursed lips to the head to give it a tender kiss.
Her tongue pressed forward, tasting her first black cock, inhaling the musk that filled her nose. Her right eye twitched and she felt the thoughts within her head melting into a a warm wave of bliss rolling down her spine.
Hawk tuah! Karina spit on that thang and covered it in a layer of glistening sheen that her hands stroked into the dark African meat. Her lips wrapped around the head, eagerly parting to let it slide across her wet tongue and into the back of her throat.
GLUCK! GLUCK! AAH! GLUCK! She started to blow him between loud gasps for air. She could only fit half into her mouth, stroking him desperately with both hands covered in her own spit. The bull groaned, placing both hands on her head to hold her in place, preventing her from lifting off of his BBC.
His hips thrusted upward, jamming his big black cock into the back of her throat with force. Karina let out a muffled scream, but the bull kept going, grunting as he used her throat like a fleshlight for his own pleasure.
Her hands slapped at his thighs and abs, begging him to stop, but only motivated him to keep going. "I'm here to fuck all the women!" he groaned, pushing Karina down on his cock until she was gagging violently, her eyes rolling back until they were nearly solid white.
He gave her cheek a slap, then released her and watched Karina gasp for air, her chest heaving as she sat back against the coffee table behind her. Her throat stung as she panted, wiping the spit from her chin that had soaked into her black REFUGEES WELCOME shirt with a black fist in the middle of the Korean flag.
The bull stood up and grabbed her hair in his hand, motioning for her to follow him. "No!" he said when she tried to stand up, "I'll walk you like the slut you are."
Karina crawled on all fours beside him, following with her heavy tits sagging down against the fabric of her shirt. Her pale, naked ass in the air swayed side-to-side as he led her across the room, passing by other bulls who were hammering black cock into screaming Korean women.
The sliding door of the patio opened and Karina felt the hard concrete against her palms and knees as he led her to a beach chair and pointed for her to get on it. Karina climbed up and felt his hands on her waist, flipping her onto her back.
"Let me have those big ass titties," he said, pushing the shirt up to reveal her braless, pale, fat tits. He slapped his wet BBC between them and Karina moaned deeply, feeling the power and heft of his black cock as it thumped against her soft skin.
"Mmm, fuck my big Korean tits!" Karina blurted out, lifting her hands to the sides of her chest to press them together around the ebony pole between them.
Karina watched a pair of hands coil around the bulls sides, and then the face of Giselle smiling down at her. "That's it, fuck those big tits," Giselle said to him in a soft, encouraging voice. "They're what you came here for, aren't they? Big asian tits and tight little Korean pussies to breed."
The bull groaned, his hips thrusting back and forth between Karina's fleshy melons engulfing his dark cock. She felt the head poking at her neck with every thrust, peeking out from under the top of her shirt and occasionally trying to slip under her choker necklace.
Karina's head spun with lust, her toes curling the moment that Giselle lowered her face to her pussy to start licking it. Karina let out a long, low moan of satisfaction, closing her eyes and arching her back.
Giselle shoved a couple fingers in without warning, working them back and forth inside Karina, her thumb working circles on her sensitive clit to drive her mad. Karina breathed deeply in sharp breaths, her thighs beginning to shake, chest turning red.
The bull reached down with both hands and wrapped them around her neck, his thumbs pressing the head of his black cock against her throat as he fucked her busty chest. Karina's eyes rolled, but the grip on her squishy boobs never relaxed, and she kept them pressed hard around the BBC pumping between them.
Karina let out a moan, kicking her foot as Giselle shoved her tongue into her cunt, drilling into it with her fingers and nuzzling her nose right up against the clit. It was too much for Karina, her head was swimming, and she felt like she would pass out from the pleasure.
The bull pressed down harder and Karina felt his weight on her throat, choking her until her cheeks turned a rosy red hue. She wanted to grab at his wrists, but she kept her hands around her tits, refusing to let go until he told her to.
The bull groaned as his BBC slipped under the choker, pinning his head in place as he began to spurt a series of hot ropes across Karina's chin and neck. She felt the pulsing his shaft, the flowing hot ropes of cum shooting up her chin before running down her neck and into her dark hair.
He gave her a few more pumps, then pulled his BBC back and slapped it wetly against each breast before leaving her and Giselle. "I'm gonna..." Karina panted, pinching her nipples and twisting them, pulling her sagging breasts upward with a scream.
Karina began to squirt all over Giselle's face, coating her lips and tongue, and Giselle ate it up hungrily while continuing to lick and finger until Karina fell limp with rolling eyes.
Giselle crawled up Karina's body, hovering over her with cum dripping from her lips and chin, glistening brightly. She lowered her head to lick the cum from Karina's neck, lapping it up and ending with a soft bite into her flesh.
She dragged her tongue along Karina's throat, up her chin, and then to her lips, sliding into her mouth to deposit the bull's load. Karina's eyes rolled in circles, she moaned deeply, a hand reaching up to pull Giselle in deeper.
They swapped the load back and forth with sloppy open-mouthed kisses, their tongues twisting together, pushing against each other, lips meeting until the cum had all been swallowed.
Giselle pulled back and caressed Karina's cheek, looking deep into her eyes. They kissed one last time, and Giselle grabbed a handful of Karina's left tit to squeeze as she did so.
The night was still young and the black breeding party had just started, there were more men inside waiting for their welcome to Korea, and the two of them were more than happy to give it to them.
"Let's get these big black cocks," Giselle grinned, taking Karina by the hand to lead her back to the party.
A sip of espresso to calm my nerves. Gosh, the night view from this office is magnificent.
The company is in all time busy and I have barely time for myself. It is late at night but I can’t even end the day yet.
We just debuted a five-member boy group and they are doing pretty well, not explosive, but steady. We have a pretty strong company-stan now, thanks to our recent success—notably to I’VE.
I thought we would not need to overly depend on I’VE after debuting a quite successful rookie but I guess I was wrong.
Especially Wonyoung, she has become an irreplaceable asset to our company because of her explosive popularity growth in recent years. It comes with a setback though. The company tends to treat her special—she became the princess of STARSHIP.
The special treatments came with costs. Wonyoung pretty much can do anything she wants in the company and no one dares to stop her. Well, they
We thought it would cost us dearly in the future and today, I think I got an example of the potential.
Afternoon earlier, I got a report that the boy group had a dispute—no, a fistfight internally, with each other. It happened in the backstage. From what I heard, the problem is Wonyoung.
How? Apparently, one of them confessed that he was dating Wonyoung secretly after being approached by her but then, he saw his teammate was texting Wonyoung and flirting with her. At first, he confronted his friend secretly, saying that he was Wonyoung’s boyfriend, and asked that friend to back off. But, the friend also confessed that he is Wonyoung’s boyfriend.
In their head, there was no possibility that Wonyoung was two-timing them at all. They didn’t believe their friends were Wonyoung’s boyfriend and just said they were delusional about each other. The conflict heatened. First, verbally fought, and then they started using their fists.
I can’t fucking believe they broke the no-dating rule and on top of that, they fought in a public space. After I got the report about the fight for the first time, I used almost all the connections I had to stop the journalists from publishing news about it and it cost time and an enormous amount of pocket money. There were also people at the scene I needed to bribe.
“Jang Wonyoung two-timed her junior!” that’s a mega headline.
Wonyoung could lose her IT girl status and that means doom for our company.
But, that is not the worst part. Apparently, after a deep talk with the other members, the others also confessed that they were Wonyoung’s boyfriends.
The fuck! I kept exclaiming that this afternoon. Not two but FIVE! All of them!
I had solved the information leak problem but this case? It’s a whole different level. They didn’t know how to treat the case, especially since Wonyoung is involved and is integral. They are afraid to antagonize her. In the end, I told them that I would deal with this moral problem myself, my way.
And here I am, a 43-year-old man alone at night, sitting at my desk, waiting for those five-fucking-retard in my own office.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Ah, that must be them.
“Come in!” I said that calmly even though I was boiling inside.
Ah, my suit is a bit messy. I need to appear clean and intimidating—need to fix it real quick.
There they are, five flower boys I hate the most today, wearing their casual clothes, faces bruised, walking nervously toward me. They stand in front of my table, like six steps away and it looks like they aren’t brave enough to come closer because of my enraged face.
It’s quiet in a big space office of mine. Let this quietness tell them how mad I am right now. The fact that I haven’t had my dinner even makes me even angrier.
Hmmm... It has been a while and I keep looking at them. Should I address the situation now? Right. I think it’s enough intimidation for now.
“Well?” a single word from me makes them flinched. Either my presence is a demon or they know how fucked they are. “You know why I call you here?”
They nod.
“Because of me dating Wonyoung-noona,” I still can’t really differentiate all of them easily but I am sure he, the one in the middle, is the leader. Since he is used to answering for us on behalf of the group, he is confident to talk first while the rest of his teammate is scared like abandoned kitties.
“Who are you claiming that?” I think he is the main vocalist. “Does Noona confess to you?”
“No. But it is just a matter of time. She is too kind to me. She shows signs (that she is interested).”
“I told you that you are just being delusional.”
“And who are you to say that?” And that is the lead vocal. “Wonyoung-Noona is just sweet to everyone. Aren’t you being delusional too?”
“She is especially sweet to me. You can compare it! And how about you?”
“You are all just being pathetic. You! You read my chat with Noona and you see yourself we are being lovey-dovey. Wonyoung-Noona sends me her selfie every hour.”
“Text? We even go to restaurant dates together!”
Fuck! Brats! They are fighting in front of me? I don’t believe they are this immature. Great! Now they are grabbing collars.
*TABLE SLAM*
Yeah, now they are scared.
How immature. I expected it but I didn’t think it would be this worse. Word may not change them. They aren’t mature enough to behave professionally—what are the trainers doing? They should teach them better.
Maybe I should just skip the fancy words and straight to the point.
Time to show them this—a red leash that connects to something under my table. The eye-catching leash grabs their attention. I stand up and suddenly, there is a whining voice from under my desk.
At first, they are shocked that I am wearing nothing on my bottom but then, it escalates rather explosively in a few stages.
Their eyebrows raise extremely when a pair of delicate hands appear from under the desk and grab my waist. A woman appears and blows my dick aggressively. All they can see is the back of her head but the black straight hair that looks so maintained and shiny may give a clue.
The leash is attached to the collar on her neck and I see the boys look disturbed—this kind of stuff is still too extreme for them, boys.
“Listen,” when I try to walk, this girl doesn’t let me. She whines again, begging me to stay still. “I don’t care if one of you or even all of you date Wonyoung. But, I want you to see this first.”
Leaving my table, I walk and stop in front of them. What pops out next breaks their world. From behind my table, JANG WONYOUNG, the girl they are fighting for, is walking on all fours like a lost kitty in a shocking appearance.
She is in full black lingerie with breasts and pussy parts exposed. Butt plug in her ass. There are numerous colorful degrading words on her entire body, from “JANG WHORE-YOUNG” on her forehead, to “CUM RAG” on her butt cheek, to “ATTENTION WHORE” on her legs, to “BALL LICKER” on her chin, and lot others.
Wonyoung is drooling like a dog—it even drips to the floor. There is a load of cum she keeps in her mouth and another one leaking from her vagina.
I pull the rope and Wonyoung falls. But, she gets up on all four again and continues to walk toward me.
What she is looking at intensely is no other than my erect dick. She is frantically chasing after it.
When Wonyoung finally catches my legs and is about to blow my dick, I push her face. She falls hard but gets up immediately. Again, she chases after my dick. I push her for the second time with my right food this time—basically kick her down. Wonyoung is whining with a cute voice and face yet I know she is frustrated. Again, she gets up and chases my dick.
The boys are too shocked to even close their mouths. Some of them are even about to cry. The dreamy girl they dreamed behave like a big-time slut, my personal slut. I shatter their dream but I want to turn it into dust.
I finally let Wonyoung suck my dick and she does it rough and sloppy. Fast and powerful, she makes a pull and hard push. Cocking with all her might with doe eyes. Her entire body is trembling in excitement. Wonyoung’s sloppy blowjob is so so so loud, wet, and echoed throughout the room. When she sucks, she does it wholeheartedly till her cheeks sink and her mouth makes loud suction sounds—which almost sound like farts. Sometimes she even sucks my ball too with the same intensity.
“My, my... Wonyoung-ah, it’s rude to ignore my guests.”
Wonyoung turns her eyes to the boys. Her mouth is still busy blowing my dick and there is no change on her face. Not a dust of interest showing on her pupil. She stares at them soullessly while keeping her head bopping.
They are still speechless whether from the shock or they are naturally got horny—I see bulges on all their pants.
“Boys, meet my ‘girlfriend’. What? Texting? Flirting? Dating?” I said it with an insulting tone. Then, I pull my dick. Wonyoung doesn’t want to be removed. She hates it when I pull her hate; she wants to keep sucking my dick.
“Uhh~ Isa-nim~,” Wonyoung cutely complained that I forcefully remove my dick from her mouth. He really has an addiction to my dick. It’s her drug and religion.
I rub my dick on her pretty face wholeheartedly. Since her face is small, it is easily got buried by my dick. Like a dog chasing its tail, Wonyoung opens her mouth and mindlessly chases my dick Sometimes she can kiss it or even put a little part of it in her mouth before I pull it away. She smiles as if it is a game.
“I’m sorry if she behaves like a literal dog. It’s been a while since we met. I’m busy and Wonyoung too has a comeback. She worried that I didn’t treat myself better because of my busyness. So, Wonyoung kindly visited me and cleaned my dick that I haven’t touched since the last time she ‘clean’ it.”
“Ne~ Isa-nim. Ah, I always miss your big bulging cock~” she is drooling again while licking my dick.
“You keep calling me Director (Isa-nim). I’m the CEO (sajang-nim) now.”
“DON’T FUCK WITH ME!” one of the boys, I think the main dancer, suddenly yelled at me. “You must have drugged her and raped her to the point she is broken!”
Well, that’s the only explanation they can accept. No way that kind and beautiful senior they adore behaves like an animal. I see his words lit the fire in their eyes.
“R-rright! Who are you trying to fool, huh?”
“You rapist!”
They start mocking me. One of them was even bold enough to approach me and pull Wonyoung away.
“I-isa-nim!” Wonyoung looks so hurtful to be separated away from me. She stretches her left arm, hoping for me to pull him but I don’t.
“Let’s go, Noona. We are here. Let's get out of this. We will surely punish that shameless man for raping you.”
Wonyoung’s expression changes. She looks furious. Strongly, she slaps that boy who drags her in the face. He falls flat on the floor. Then, she spits on his face.
The slap makes the others shocked and shut their mouth. Another of their reality being shattered. That kind of "Wonyoung-noona" they thought was resorting to violence.
Forcing her away from me greatly enraged her. One slap to the face isn’t enough to cool her. Wonyoung then goes to the other four. She kicks one on the crotch, and another one on his belly. When she is about to punch the next one, he and the last boy fall on their own. They are scared by her violence.
I see them making stupid faces, realizing how stupid they are. Now, it is actually sunk into their soul that the kind girl they like is a nasty slut.
They are trembling before her. Her stare can kill them. That is how much Wonyoung loves my dick.
It feels ticklish to see how hard she defended me. My ego is getting bigger. I can’t believe this girl, the most trendy girl in the whole nation at the moment, is my slut.
I come and hug Wonyoung from behind. Instantly, her rage dissipates. She moans hard and shrilly.
“What with the sound?”
“Your cock is touching my butt.”
“And does that make you aroused?” Wonyoung excitedly nods. Her tongue licks her lips as she closes her eyes. When her body trembles just by the imagination, I can tell she wants my dick inside her so much. “Should I pull the plug and go anal.”
Wonyoung, once again, nods. Her nods are mixed with light gasps as if she is a literal dog.
I rub my dick just under her labia and I can feel she is dripping down there. Wonyoung’s nipples are hardening.
Both Wonyoung and I are towering over them who still lying flat on the floor pathetically.
Wonyoung then kisses me and I kiss her back. We are giving a show. Aggressive with our mouths, we stumble. Losing our balance. Wonyoung even has his right foot on one of them, stepping it hard on his chest.
I can see various feelings mixed through their facial expression. Frustration, sadness... and there is also jealousy.
Pure love my ass. Men are men after all. They must have dreamed of sleeping with Wonyoung.
What a bunch of hypocrites. Not that I hate it. But, it makes me even want to stomp at them harder.
“How about this?” I’m about to give a proposition. “I know you are all hypocrites and prefer honest men. If any of you ever imagined to fuck Wonyoung, take out your dick and stroke them in front of her,” I pull the plug that covers Wonyoung’s ass. “And maybe... I will let you do THIS!”
“G-GGAAHHH~” Wonyoung’s body is arching and trembled greatly instantly after I shoved my dick into her anus. She let out a loud shrilling groan. Her mouth is wide open. Wonyoung’s face is filled with joy. She can’t stop smiling when I start pounding her. “YEESS! AHHH AHHH! OOUUHH!!”
I see them drooling over Wonyoung once again. That reaction her petite body makes when I fill her with my dick turns them tense. Still, there is still no one who takes out their dick as I proposed. They still want to pretend.
“Wonyoung-ah~ Look at these boys. Aren’t they cute?” Wonyoung doesn’t answer. She is focusing on ramming her ass onto my crotch. “Do you want to fuck them?”
“SHIREO!!” short, loud, and hateful. Wonyoung feels so disgusted just by imagining it.
“Will you fuck them if I ask you?”
Wonyoung whining again. “Shireo~! Don’t make me do that, Isa-nim!”
“What if there is a reward?”
“Ahhh ahhh a-ahhh~ A reward? What?” she is expecting something.
“Maybe one week trip alone with me? You can do whatever you want with me.”
“Really?” she is baited—she likes the idea. “I want three hours of non-stop anal. Can you give that?”
“I’ll give you four.”
“A-ahhh~ And w-we will do that all day for one week?”
“At my personal villa. Indoor... or outdoor. Clanking our wine glass. Fancy stuff. Beautiful view. And... as promised, four hours of non-stop anal each round. We’ll fuck, rest, repeat.”
“Then YES! Yes! I want that!” Wonyoung looked blinded by the plan. “I’ll fuck them! I’ll really fuck them, Isa-nim.”
There, I set a game. The look in their eyes changed.
“Not so fast, Wonyoung-ah. We need to see their effort.”
While watching me annihilate Wonyoung's ass, they are thinking hard.
There... One boy took out his dick. Following suit, the others also unzip their pants and start stroking his dick. I strip their last dignity. Now they know each other better that they are just a bunch of horny boys. I take it as a team building because if they know each other shameful past, they will start respecting each other.
As they start stroking, I pound Wonyoung harder. She screams like a bitch and I shut her mouth with my right fingers. I feel the cum I told her to keep in her mouth is disappeared.
Wonyoung legs are weakened. Eventually, she drops. Her right knee is between the legs of one of the boys who look extremely intense as Wonyoung’s breasts are flapping violently just above his dick. He tries to sneakily touch her left breast but Wonyoung slaps his hand away.
“No one touches my girl until I said otherwise. Do that again and not only I force you to resign, but I will also shove your own contract straight to your ass,” Wonyoung looks happy that I take her side.
Getting rougher with my humpings, Wonyoung can hold herself straight. She puts her left hand on that boy’s chest while I pull her right one. All of them, especially the boy under Wonyoung, look stressed. Their libido must be sky-high but all they can do is stroke their dick.
But, I can still see a ray of hope. They think, if they amuse Wonyoung with their dicks, I will let them fuck her. No! Like I said, she is my bitch! My cum dumpster! Only I am allowed to use her holes. My promise? That’s just an empty promise. I can’t wait to spit it on their face—showing them who’s the boss.
But first, let me torture them.
“Wonyoung-ah~” I sweetly call her.
“Yes, Isa-nim?”
*SLAP*
I hit her right cheek. A hard slap that almost throws her body. Wonyoung’s cheek is bright red and a bit swollen. Her eyes are unfocused. I spit on her face and slap her again—this time on the left.
Again, I slap. One more time. Harder. Again!
Those boys look so irritated that I can do whatever I want to Wonyoung. Seeing the girl they like being slapped in front of them must be infuriating but they can’t do anything. Even if they help, Wonyoung will not appreciate it.
Both Wonyoung’s cheeks are swollen and red from my slaps. Her hair was messy and she looked about to faint. But, she just smiles at me. Wonyoung just likes anything I do to her body.
I choke her tight and strong. Those boys gasp. Come on, I dare you to stop me. They are hesitating, thinking it is just a kinky play. But, Wonyoung becomes harder and harder to breathe. They look so worried.
Wonyoung doesn’t say anything. Even though she smiles, she can’t hide that she is also hurt.
Laughing in silence, I release her. Wonyoung drops on that boy’s top but he is not sure whether to touch her or not.
Wonyoung is coughing hard and looking for air. That defenseless girl looks so fine and the boys know it. Tall, petite, pretty, and naked, I can see their dicks are twitching hard.
“Ugh!!” I pull the leash. Wonyoung’s neck is choked once again. Grabbing her hair, I shove her small face onto my crotch once again.
“Wonyoung-ah, I think you did a terrible job cleaning my dick. It’s still dirty.”
I haven’t cleaned my dick myself since forever. After Wonyoung became my slut, I only clean my dick and ass with her mouth. But, she was busy with her comeback and I think that was why she teased this boy. If it is an addiction, then what Wonyoung felt is the withdrawal symptoms.
“Really? Let me clean it again, Isa-nim,” even though she is tired after the kinky slaps, Wonyoung looks as thrilled as ever when it’s involving my dick.
“Right here. Look closer,” I said.
Wonyoung comes closer, walking on her knees.
“Eodi?” she said cutely. Her tired face looks playful as she dives into my crotch.
Wonyoung spits on my crotch and then sweeps it with her face like a rag, from my V-line to the part under my dick. With her cheeks, nose, forehead, and even her eyelids, Wonyoung uses any part of her face to sweep my crotch. Her face is now shiny due to how much she spat on my crotch.
Right, I haven’t had time to wash my butt properly too.
I lift my butt for a moment and put it on her face. My weight forces her down. Her body bends but does not fall. Without my order, Wonyoung already knows what to do. I feel her tongue freely rimming my arse. It is an awkward position—she, between my legs, with face buried in my ass. Meanwhile, my ball is sitting on Wonyoung’s head.
The boys look at me in envy. They start to stroke harder. I tease them by shaking my butt, rubbing my dirty butt crack on Wonyoung’s face.
Every time I go hard at Wonyoung, they are always torn between annoyed and horny. It is so fun to tease them.
Getting naughty, I slowly descend to my bottom. Wonyoung is surprised. She is pressed by my butt against the floor. From sitting on her knees, she falls on her back. Eventually, I sit on her face.
Without holding myself, I let my weight crush her face. Wonyoung’s body is trembling. I can feel her grunting on my ass. Her breathing starts to mess up. It’s the second time she choked on top of being crushed.
But still, even in this situation, I can feel her tongue licking my anus frantically.
The boys look like they want to eat me alive for going brutal on Wonyoung. But, no one tries to stop me. Their career is more important than what they call “love” LOL. They should see the idiotic face they make right now. Being exposed again and again, I will be embarrassed seeing myself in the mirror—if they are smart enough to realize it.
Huh? Crap. Her breathing starts weakening.
The moment I lift my butt from Wonyoung’s face, she gasps so loudly, desperately looking for air.
Still, she smiles at me.
I’m a bit tired and I think I have the boys occupied for quite a time now. Maybe I should finish the lesson.
“You guys...” they don’t answer back immediately. “... Lift Wonyoung for me.”
At first, they are hesitant but in the end, they follow my order with grumpy faces. They are dying to touch Wonyoung. I can see them trying to hide their excitement as they lift her up.
Together, they hold Wonyoung in front. As I ordered, they spread her legs wide, from end to end. Wonyoung isn’t that flexible so her legs are trembling like crazy when they force it to spread. Meanwhile, Wonyoung is grabbing their necks to stabilize her position.
Those boys become even more nervous as they are now skin-to-skin with Wonyoung. I can see their dicks twitching even wider by itself, almost like ghosts stroking their dicks.
Wonyoung looks at me flirty. Even though she looks dead tired and battered up, she can still put on a naughty smile to attract me.
I come and kiss her, eating her chin a whole. As I press forward with my lips, the boys are holding their position. The shakiness of Wonyoung’s position gives a unique experience.
Kiss breaks. Wonyoung’s eyes doe-d as our lips are separated. She licks the silver line made from our saliva. Her lips are shiny and a bit swollen after my aggressive kiss.
She looks so ready for my dick. Thus, I give her what she wants.
“A-aahh~”
What a lovely voice she makes; what a lovely expression she makes. It thrills me. Wonyoung has that lewd face that asking for abuse.
I pump forward. The boys are firmly holding their pose while Wonyoung is screaming moaning next to their ears. I can see their feet are shaking. Their heart is ripped even deeper and crueler, watching their dreamy girl behaving like that.
But, they are invisible to Wonyoung. All she sees is me.
“Ahhh AHhhH~ Ouuhh~ More~ More~ Give me more Isa-nim~” she sticks out her tongue, dripping saliva from its tip. Her eyes are rolling upward.
The boys become shaky. I can’t get a firm grasp but still finely stabbing my girl.
Wonyoung’s hug becomes tighter when I go harder as I go. Sometimes she hiss right through one of the boys' ears—the one that I can’t see because her body covers him.
They become mutes and just watch me abusing their dream girl with defeated faces.
I pump Wonyoung in fury. Her pussy is a bit loose than the last time I remember—maybe I shouldn’t have fucked her so many times. Still, it tastes like heaven. On top of her being young, her horny expression makes me passionate.
Constant and hard, I pound her. Pound and pound. Pound and pound. Wonyoung is loud despite being tired. Her hip starts twitching. I can feel her cum coming and dripping. This girl is helpless, can’t live without my dick.
My dick starts throbbing too and it gets harder and harder. I grunt. My muscles are tightened.
Then, it feels like I stretch a rubber band and let it loose. Following that brief sensation, I erupt a massive amount of cum into Wonyoung, filling her with my seed.
“O-ohhh~” I can’t stop myself from moaning through this heaven. Me and Wonyoung moan in sync.
What can I do is instinctively push the cum I store into her vagina. It keeps coming. Right, only she can make me cum this much.
After I feel I have unloaded all I have, I pull my dick. Apparently, my dick is still dripping cum.
The boys put her down. Wonyoung weakly sits. She checks her pussy and brightly smiles when she sees white thick liquid leaking from her pussy.
Doesn’t want to waste it, she sweeps the cum on the floor with her fingers and lick it.
“You cum so much, Isa-nim. What if I got pregnant again? It will be the fourth time,” she looks so worried that her body will change if she is pregnant.
“Then, get an abortion. Like you usually did.”
The boys aren’t even shocked anymore.
With everything that I have shown them, Wonyoung is a princess no more. The funny thing is that they keep stroking their dick, hoping they will get a turn—what a bunch of losers.
I am tired.
And hungry.
I sit on my desk next to my nameplate made from the finest wood with gold glitter—my pride. There is a single packaged corndog that my assistant had reheated by microwave for my dinner. Too bad it’s cold now. But still, I can still have it as my dinner. Right, I always love this street food.
While I eat the corndog, Wonyoung is cleaning my cum on the floor. She licks them deliciously and traces them back to me.
Without me realizing, I have cum spilled on my left toe too. Wonyoung just blatantly sucks my toe. Even when she has cleaned the small spot of the cum, she keeps licking my toe in detail—sweeping the gap between the toes with her tongue.
The boys are still there. Keep watching. Keep stroking. Holding their breath.
“That’s enough from me. You can flirt with Wonyoung or even date her for real but only I can fuck her. Now, dismiss!”
“B-but, s-sir...” they look disappointed. Of course, they expect me to let them fuck Wonyoung. I don’t need to address it back. What I just need to do is mock them with my victorious smile. They realize it’s just an empty promise. Foolish, hahaha.
The boys turn around and make their exit. Even their backs look pathetic.
Suddenly, I hear Wonyoung’s belly grumbling. Right, we’ve been in my office for hours. We still don’t have our dinner. I think I can share my corndog.
Wonyoung looks at me, looking at me stroking my dick, squeezing every last drop of cum in my dick. Apparently, there is still a lot. I pour my cum to the corndog as if it is a sauce. Put a lot lot lot of it until almost the entire upper part of the corndog is covered with my “special sauce”. Wonyoung sits her chin on my knee, waiting for me to serve my menu.
The size of the corndog is so big, almost thrice of my dick. Nevertheless, I feed her my corndog. Wonyoung opens her mouth as wide as she can but it doesn’t fit. With my strength, I force it in. Finally, it plugs in. Wonyoung can’t move her lips because of the size of the food. The white sauce smeared all over her upper lip.
After a great struggle, she can bite the corndog. I can see a stretch in her mouth. It’s too slurry for the mozzarella; it’s my thick cum, mixed with sausage, cold mozzarella, and the bread part.
Without realizing it, I am holding my breath watching her eat a mere corndog. Ah, this slut makes me hard again.
Set in a parallel world where Irene and Red Velvet fail miserably.
A warm breakfast for a warm family. Father, mother, son, and the girlfriend of the son. On the top floor of a hotel, indeed, the view was beautiful. The food was great, the atmosphere was great, and the news was great. That morning was the first time the son brought his girlfriend, introducing her to his parents. By meeting the parents, the girlfriend, Bae Irene, knew what to expect. The hunch was right. He told his parents that he wanted to marry her and, at the same time, proposed to her in front of his parents.
There was no reason to reject the proposal. After failing her idol career, Irene had been struggling, working in some pubs where she usually became an object of sexual harassment. Men would ogle at her curvy body, and some of them even dared to lay their hands on her. Honestly, she knew she landed those jobs due to her beauty. To work there, she was forced to wear a sexy, revealing outfit. Irene didn’t like it. Countless times, people tried to woo her, trying to score a night with her, or even worse, raped her—some tried, but fortunately, unsuccessfully. There was no decent man around her until that man, her current boyfriend, visited the bar she worked at. He was a gentle, rich man who approached her and confessed his interest in dating her in a manner. Yes, there was no reason to reject such a rare gentleman like him, back then and present.
Since Irene dated him, she lived in a nice apartment he owned, which was close to his office, which he usually used when he needed to work overtime. Irene didn’t need to think about rent or food since he provided it all. With such support, Irene could stop working as a server in a pub.
When he went on his knees, showing her the diamond ring in front of his parents, she thought that finally something was going right in her life. Not only was he such a gentleman, but his parents were also supportive. They didn’t care about Irene’s past life and only saw the future. They didn’t mind her low educational background or the fact that she was cut by her own parents. Everything was perfect.
Choked, Irene said yes. Just like the son, the parents were warm and accepted Irene. They trusted their son’s choice. Even the mother asked Irene to accompany her shopping next week.
To celebrate, the soon-to-be husband already ordered a cake. When the cake came, the celebratory mood arose. But the first thing Irene noticed was the cook who brought the cake on a trolley. Their eyes met briefly. Somehow, Irene felt familiar with that cook, but at that moment, all she thought of was the festivity.
In short, the breakfast ended beautifully. Their love became more robust.
After they sent the parents, the man couldn’t hide his passion. He returned to the top floor, and they entered a room he had booked. Right after they stepped into the room, he ate Irene’s lips. Her entire lips were smooched and sucked. Tongue swept her teeth. At the same time, she felt her left breast squeezed.
Irene was pinned against the wall. His hips rolled against her. The thick ridge of his erection pressed insistently through layers of fabric. His hands slid down to grip her plush thighs, hiking up her skirt as his tongue plunged into her mouth, dancing with her tongue.
Look at him! He looked so thirsty. Irene’s pretty face, fair skin, and toned body were making him hard. But, unlike him, Irene didn’t feel exactly the same. He wasn’t skillful, and his face was just ordinary. The sex didn’t feel that exciting for her, mediocre at best. But it wasn’t about her. As long as her boyfriend felt good, her future would be guaranteed.
Irene pushed him onto the bed. When he was about to get up, she pushed him again, giving a sign that he needed to stay on the bed and watch. Irene gave him a strip show, letting the hem of her dress slip through her fingers as she swayed her hips in a slow rhythm, sensually. The fabric clung to her curves before she peeled it away, inch by inch, revealing her tight thighs and the tantalizing swell of her hips. Her fingers trailed up her sides, unhooking the straps, letting the dress pool at her feet. Now, in nothing but lace lingerie, she arched her back, letting her full breasts strain against the flimsy cups—nipples pebbling beneath the silk, visible through the sheer material. Irene bit her lip, watching him hungrily, watching his gaze follow the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel, the way her thighs pressed together just enough to hide the dampening lace between them.
With a smirk, Irene hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down slowly, letting him savor every second before she finally stepped free.
Shamelessly, Irene was standing there, swaying her body left and right confidently. Irene really behaved like a cunt. Anything to please her future husband.
No matter how many times he had seen it, he always got pumped seeing Irene naked. He genuinely loved Irene, but he couldn’t hide that his libido was getting stronger every time he was with Irene. That goddess face, fair skin, and that toned body she achieved with hardship during her training days as an idol was like a dream. He found a perfect wife.
Get on the bed, Irene crawled to him. The view was so magnificent. His hand landed on that waist he was daying for. Her skin felt warm. Quite slippery due to the sweat. He grabbed it hard, and as he did, he was reminded how slim and firm Irene’s belly was.
Even after quitting being an idol, Irene kept her figure at its peak. She knew that her boyfriend enjoyed having sex with her, so she kept her face and body maintained. For a man, there was always a chance that he would cheat. After that miserable life, Irene didn’t want to lose her best way to have a good life, a.k.a being the wife of a rich man.
Irene settled onto his lap. He looked intense as she started unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers brushed lightly against the wiry chest hair beneath. She could feel his cock twitching beneath her.
Such a sensual scene. He enjoyed Irene’s devotion.
After removing his top, Irene went for his pants. She sat between his legs, unbuckled his belt, and was ready to yank his pants down.
“Can you lift your butt a bit?” She asked shyly.
He lifted her butt, and during that window, Irene slowly pulled his pants along with his trunks. His cock was stuck to his balls. Irene spat on it and started stroking it.
“Ouhh~” his head leaned back. Irene’s grip on his cock made him lose his soul.
Irene lost count of how many times she had slept with him. The experience made her memorize how hard she should grab his dick and how fast she needed to stroke.
While her hand was still busy with his cock, Irene masterfully licked his earlobe. Sitting on his lap, his cock slid between her butt crack. Down there, he fondled her butt gently. When he lifted her butt slightly, Irene knew it was coming. After lifting her, he dropped her. His penis penetrated deep, and the drop was quite violent. Irene found it unpleasant and unnecessarily rough. But outside, she controlled her expression and voice, pretending that she loved his rough style. Anything to make his morning awesome.
“And you’re so beautiful, Joohyun-ah. HAhh UhMMff~”
Riding on his lap. It was his favorite position. Irene’s butt was smacking his hairy inner thighs. Hugging her waist on the slippery, sweaty back. Burying his face in her cleavage.
For him, it was a sport. Adrenaline pumped. Hard, but pleasing. Meanwhile, it was a boring sex for Irene. There was only pain. Everything they did was up to his liking: the pose, the pace, etc. But Irene never complained.
While she was bouncing on his lap, Irene faintly stared at the engagement ring on her left finger behind his back. It was now the source of stubbornness, something that motivated her to hold on. Just a little further, and my life is settled. I’m so lucky.
As her fiancé growled, Irene hugged him tightly, pressing his face onto her cleavage. His body was trembling, and she felt her vagina was filled with a load of warm cum.
They dropped side by side. Irene clung to his right side, and he embraced her. Both were exhausted and ragged.
“That was amazing,” Irene lied. “I almost lost all my breath.”
“And I... Can’t feel my legs.”
They kissed and cuddled.
***
After resting for an hour, they took a brief shower together and dressed again. Their apartment was nearby, and he wanted to drive her back. But she knew he was quite busy that day, so she forced him to let her walk back herself.
The sun was still high. Irene was so damn tired. Her legs felt jelly. She was quite tired after having a round with her fiancé. Walking to the apartment was quite a sport in her current condition.
Irene decided to take a shortcut. She went to an alley behind the hotel. Using that road, Irene thought she could reach her apartment 30% faster.
When she crossed that alley, someone called her name.
“Irene!”
Turning her head, she saw the cook back then, still wearing his kitchen uniform. Next to him, standing was a guy as big as the cook. Now, Irene remembered that she felt familiar when she saw that cook back then. Not only the cook, but also the guy next to him.
They were sitting together in that alley. Seemed like the cook was on a break, having lunch and smoking, but she didn’t know about his friend, maybe just accompanying the cook.
Together, they dropped their cigarettes and approached her. Irene was around 1,58 m, and those guys were totally towering over her, maybe around 1,9 m. Not only in height, but also in build. Look at the size of their muscles! They looked like bodybuilders.
“I’m sorry. Who are you?”
“Oh! That sting! You didn’t remember me?” said the cook. “Is it because I’m bulkier now? Or maybe my haircut?”
“Remember the time we had fun together,” said his friend.
They called her “Irene”. It was the stage name she used back when she was active as an idol. Irene thought that if they really knew her, they must be from when she was an idol.
It didn’t really take a long time for Irene to finally recognize both of them.
“Oh my! Hojin-Sajangnim! Yongu-Sajangnim!”
Irene remembered that Hojin was a top dog in broadcasting and the news agency, while Yongu was an executive director of a distribution company.
“Now you remember. How are you? Gee, I can’t believe you are about to get married,” said the cook, Hojin.
Irene looked nostalgic to see both of them. They hugged and smiled at each other warmly.
“I’m good. Well, there was a dark time, but now everything is good.”
“I’m happy for you,” said Yongu. “Hojin and I are still in our dark times.”
“Ah, right! I didn’t recognize you before. Hojin-sajangnim! You are a cook now? What happened?”
“Well, I got caught in corruption. Fortunately, the company was kind enough not to imprison me, but all my assets were taken.”
“I’ve been through the same, more or less. I’ve been involved in insider trading with HYBE. Now I’m blacklisted,” explained Yongu.
“Oh! That sounds so bad. But everyone had their dark times. I worked as a waitress and was harassed sexually on a daily basis.”
“Oh, that feels like a story. Wanna share?”
“Maybe next time.”
“You know what? You sound so wise. Maybe because you are about to be a wife?” Teased Hojin.
“Oh, please,” Irene blushed. She couldn’t hide her happiness.
“By the way, you look quite exhausted. The sex took quite a while.”
“Excuse me?” Irene was startled when Hojin said that. Her smile disappeared. Irene felt uncomfortable.
“Oh, come on. It’s me. Don’t be like that. We know you well. We know how you are after you have sex.” His eyes were gazing at her figure, which was printed nicely on her tight dress. Boldly, he reached her waist. Irene slapped his hand.
“What are you doing?”
“What? Playing hard now? Don’t you remember how fun we were?” Yongu tried to touch her shoulder, but Irene slapped his hand too.
Irene realized what they were after. “Is this why you approach me? Sajangnim, I am engaged to someone. Please, have dignity.” Irene looked serious while the men were the opposite.
“She still called us dignity, hahaha. That’s muscle memory. Habit die hard,” said Yongu.
“Dignity? You? Who seduced me to buy you fancy clothes back when you were an idol?”
“Who seduced me to bribe your producer to give you solo albums?”
Irene was choked when they reminded her about her past. She looked around, and there was no one to ask for help. Obviously, she couldn’t outrun them.
“Don’t talk like that, sajang-nim. I can sue you. Besides, I already forgot everything.”
“Not me,” said Hojin. “I still remember every curve of you and how elastic your breasts were. In fact, listening to you talk makes me miss you talking dirty to me. I watch it on a daily basis, you know.”
“Watch?” Irene’s heart sank. Somehow, she felt bleak. “What do you mean?”
“Did you forget? We taped our ‘fun’ back then. There are a ton of them on my drive,” said Yongu.
*CRACK*
The picture of her bright future cracked. A few meters from the finish line, Irene found a wall, a thick, ugly wall that prevented her from reaching her ideal life.
Once, Irene had a dream to be a singer. To chase that dream, she auditioned for SM Entertainment, a small entertainment company. After that, she became a trainee and trained for a very long time.
Even with her beauty, she couldn’t debut easily. Her trainee friends were either dropped or debuted ahead of her. Irene didn’t give up and stayed in that company as a trainee.
When she finally debuted with Red Velvet, Irene was already considered old by idol standards. Her age was her Achilles heel. On top of that, Red Velvet couldn’t rise to stardom.
Desperate for success, Irene hooked herself with sponsors, Yongu and Hojin. She sold her body in exchange for financial help from them. Using their power, they pushed SM to give her a solo and promoted her better.
Unfortunately, Irene’s solo career also failed.
“I wonder what your fiancé will say when I send him those videos. He can learn something from me because, you know, only we can satisfy you back then. You were addicted to our cock. Oh, I miss that nasty face of yours every time my dick nailed you,” said Hojin.
“Don’t you dare!” Irene snapped. Tears were on the edge of her eyes.
“Be careful with your eyes. I do some digging, and I know where your husband lives. I can drop our lovely sex tape on his front door anytime,” added Yongu.
“Ouh, even your mad face is pretty. No, you are way prettier than I remember. What’s the secret? Is it surgery? Or is it because you are in love?” Hojin mocked Irene.
“I know you two. What do you want?”
“Straight to the point, eh?” He gently grabbed Irene’s right hand and put it on his bulging crotch, forcing her to rub it. “This! Is what I want.”
“You see, our life is quite bleak. Hojin ended up working as a cook while I’m still unemployed. (Irene: ‘Not my problem.’) I know. I don’t really need money, but entertainment will be nice.”
In short, they were horny over her. They wanted her body.
It was frustrating, but she didn’t have a choice at the moment. If simply pleasing both of them would solve the problem, then Irene was more than willing to give her body.
“Tomorrow! I’ll text you the location. O-Or you can choose where and when. I’ll do anything. You can do anything you like,” her eyes were filled with rage, feeling defeated.
“Tomorrow? How about now?” said Hojin.
“N-Now?”
“Yes. Now. You said we can choose where and when. We want it now.”
“I-I am too tired now.”
“I can see that. Your voice is sexier when you’re out of breath.”
“W-wait!”
Yongu grabbed Irene’s hand and dragged her to the closest cheap hotel they knew.
***
A cheap, shady motel. Apparently, that hotel was famous for being a hot place for fuck. They rented various toys for sex, including condoms. Yongu and Hojin rented a bunny costume for Irene; of course, she was the one who paid.
Hojin and Yongu sat on the bed with their backs against the headboard. They wore nothing but their briefs. Both had a glass of martini in their hand, again, Irene paid.
Appearing in front of them, dancing on the bed, filled with humiliation, Irene swayed her body in that sexy bunny costume: strapless, tight black latex, fishnet stockings, and obviously a pink bunny ears headband.
For her life, Irene swayed her hips. The latex clinging to every curve as her thighs rubbed together.
Reminiscing about their past as rich men, they sipped their martini. Hojin caressed Irene’s inner thigh as he told her to dance closer.
Irene’s body was glistening, oiled. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. The squeak made by the latex was erotic.
“Enough with the dance,” said Hojin. “Get down.”
Nervously, Irene lay her back on the bed between Hojin and Yongu. Her eyes were shaking, staring at the disco lamp and violet light that bathed the room.
Hojin and Yongu put down their martini glasses and lay on Irene’s side: Hojin on her right and Yongu on her left.
“Hands up.”
Following Hojin’s order, Irene put her hands on her head, exposing her sweaty, clean armpits. Hojin sniffed Irene’s right armpit before licking it gently.
At the same time, Yongu did his favorite thing. He licked Irene’s left ear, skilfully licking the earlobe. Irene trembled when she remembered that her skillful ear licking came from Yongu.
“Damn~” Yongu said as he grabbed Irene’s inner thigh. “You maintain yourself well. Your legs are solid. Are you still dancing?”
“Y-yes,” Irene said, shyly. “Only to maintain my body.”
“Of course you do,” Hojin said. “You need to please your fiancé.”
“With this face, with this body, I bet your fiance fuck you a lot.”
“That’s the only good thing she had: a cum dumpster.”
Irene wanted to cry as they listened to them.
There was a zipper on the crotch part of the one-piece latex swimsuit, which was the part of the bunny costume. The zipper length was from just above the crotch back to above the butt.
While licking Irene’s armpit, Hojin sneakily reached Irene’s crotch, reaching the zipper. Slowly, he unzipped, revealing Irene’s clean-shaven pussy further to her clean butt crack and anus. Yongu remembered that Irene used to have a thin, trimmed bush, but it seemed like Irene waxed it clean to favor her fiancé and mock her for that.
At the same time, Yongu pulled the chest part of her costume, the stiff part that held and pressed Irene’s breasts, making them bloated. Irene sighed in relief as her breasts were set free. Hojin laughed at it. While Yongu kept licking Irene’s ear, his hand clawed at her right breast, twisting the nipple.
Irene was extremely restless as Hojin slipped his fingers into her vagina while Yongu kneaded her tit. They didn’t do it carelessly. They started it slowly, finding the right spot and the right move before shifting the gear. Since they knew Irene well, they found her sweet spot really well.
“Ouh~” Irene slipped out a lovely whimper. Hojin and Yongu laughed, knowing that Irene loved it. Even though she tried to deny it, her body couldn’t. At that point, Irene was at their mercy.
Ugh! This feeling! Why does it feel so good?
No! Get hold of yourself, BAE JOOHYUN!
Hojin and Yongu were so entertained watching the dilemma that was shown on her facial expression.
“Look at this slut,” Yongu murmured.
“You’re so wet down here,” said Hojin.
“Get on top of me.”
*SPANK*
“Ahk! Y-yes!”
Irene got up immediately. Hojin watched her climb on top of Yongu. Her latex was squeaking as it rubbed against Yongu’s skin.
Getting on his thighs, Irene lifted her ass a bit. Her right hand reached her butt, reached his big cock under his brief. Grabbing the meat, she led it into her pussy. “Uhm!” Irene slightly frowned when she plugged his cock in. After that, she gently pulled her butt down. Her pussy slowly swallowed his cock.
“Ouhh~ Fuck! I remember this tightness. Bounce. Don’t glide. I don’t want the zipper to hurt my crotch.”
“Y-yes.”
Irene’s hands landed on Yongu’s solid chest. Then, she lifted her ass until his cock was almost off her pussy before she slammed it down and slapped his inner thighs with her plump butt cheeks.
“Uhk!” Irene gritted. She lifted her ass and slammed it down again. “AHk!” Lifted. “Uhm...” Slam. “Okay!”
Yongu was entertained, but it was too slow for his liking. For Irene, that pace was what her fiancé liked, but not for her old customers.
“You call that riding?” Yongu protested. “Let me remind you how you used to gallop!”
“W-wait! Wait!! AHHKK!! HAhhh OUhKKK KKeeUUHH!!”
Yongu held Irene’s waist so tight that she felt like his fingers were piercing under her skin. He rocked her waist, boosting her speed, forcing her to bounce faster and harder.
“K-KAHH!! S-STAHP! AHhh AHH! I-IT’S TOO MUCH!”
Her breasts flapped violently. Irene dropped her jaw. Saliva splattering. She shook her head, denying the sensation. Her ponytail was undone, and strangely, her bunny ears stayed.
CLAP CLAP CLAP The sound of her plump butt cheeks hitting his thighs was crisp, especially because of the sweat. Only half of her body was oiled, and since Yongu used her hands to fondle her tits, his hands were smeared with oil, and since his hands were oiled, it was rather slippery on her latex, so he needed to grab her waist extra hard.
But, he didn’t need to guide her forever. Gradually, he lessened the strength of his grip on her waist. Instead of slowing down, Irene kept the pace. Her overwhelmed face turned joyful. Her tongue stuck out, dripping saliva. Yes! Her body remembered the way she galloped back in the day.
Watching her, Irene looked possessed. For Yongu and Hojin, it was an old friend.
“Yes... Yes... UhMMM!! *INHALE* YES!” The further it went, the more honest Irene was.
Irene felt so ascendant, especially because she only had boring sex with her fiancé.
Hojin couldn’t just watch when he saw Irene return to her old self. She indeed sold her body to be their sugar baby, but she also enjoyed the sex they had back then.
He took a sip of his martini, got up, and got behind Irene.
“Hold on!” He said as she stopped Irene from bouncing, which frustrated her. Hojin unzipped the bottom part further, revealing her entire butt crack.
When he pulled down his brief, he smirked as he watched Irene bite her bottom lip, waiting for him to plug his cock into her ass.
Couldn’t make her wait. Hojin lubricated his cock with his saliva and shoved it into her anus.
“OUHH!” Irene pouted as she arched her back, overwhelmed by the penetration.
“Goddamn! My cock is being sucked. *SPANK* Look at this pair. They are bigger than the last time I remember. Ahhh UhMM!! It’s so hard to pull.”
While Hojin was still struggling with Irene’s asshole, Irene was getting impatient. She started moving her hip and galloped. With two cocks inside her, Irene lost her mind. She went into a frenzy. With that rhythm, she bullied Yongu’s dick, slamming his balls with her weight, while Hojin’s cock was being dragged along.
Hojin didn’t want to lose. He grabbed Irene’s waist and put more strength to pump her ass. Irene giggled as her body felt electrified. When Hojin began moving his cock, it was then that the double penetration began.
“AHH AHKKK!! *GIGGLE* OUHHH!! HMMM UHMMFF!!”
Hojin unzipped Irene’s costume from behind, showing her oily back. As the latex came down, he cupped both Irene’s slippery tits and started playing with them. In sync, Yongu put his finger into Irene’s mouth, and she happily sucked it strongly, licking it as if it were the sweetest lollipop.
After a while, Yongu pulled his cock off Irene’s pussy. Without being asked, Irene went down between his legs and swallowed his cock entirely, giving him a deepthroat. Meanwhile, from behind, Hojin claimed her pussy and started pounding her from a steep angle.
“What a cunt,” Yongu murmured as he watched Irene, looking thirsty, sucking his cock. Her ass was deliberately high, and Hojin clapped her cheeks from above, making her back curve down awkwardly.
As the show was reaching its climax, no one was talking anymore. There were only groans and gasps.
Irene’s throat bulged around Yongu’s cock as Hojin’s ships pisteoned into her pussy, her ass jiggling, and every time his crotch clapped, her cheeks rippled.
Irene pulled out. Then, she started stroking his cock furiously while deliberately pointing his glans at her face. A few seconds later, a load of thick white liquid slapped her face on the nose, dripping down to her mouth and chin, and ended up falling back to his balls.
Yongu was out, and now that Hojin had Irene for his own, he flipped Irene, making her lean on Yongu’s messy crotch. Yongu held Irene’s hands and let Hojin rough her pussy. Her arms were lifted, showing her sweaty armpit, and Yongu licked it. Hojin’s pounding was strong, making the bed creak, and that cum on her mouth dripping down to her cleavage, and flew further down to her belly.
Before she knew it, Hojin had reached his climax. He planted his cock deep and filled her pussy with his fresh cum. “A-auuhh!” Irene’s body trembled as she felt a warm liquid flood her vagina. She bit her lips, enjoying the moment.
At first, she thought she would borrow money from a loan shark to pay Hojin and Yongu so they would leave her alone for good. She believed one sex wouldn’t be enough, and they would ask for more. But now she was reminded how good having sex with them was, she changed her mind. She couldn’t help it, but she would keep in contact with Hojin and Yongu to satisfy her libido, something that her fiancé couldn’t do.
EPILOGUE
A grand wedding venue filled with white, a symbol of purity. The dress code was white, and even the wine served was white. The groom overdid himself, but he really liked the color white.
With hundreds of guests, Irene was standing in front of her soon-to-be husband. A pastor officiates at their wedding.
The guests consisted of the groom’s acquaintances, and none from Irene’s side was there. She didn’t want to take a chance since she was ashamed of her past.
After the pastor announced that Irene had officially become someone’s wife, Irene kissed her husband. The attendants rose and showered her with a round of applause. Irene looked happy.
“You’re the most beautiful today,” whispered the husband.
“Thank you,” said Irene, grinning the widest. It was the happiest moment in her life. My life is settled, so she thought.
After that, the MC led the event to the next section.
“What a beautiful couple we have today. I can see there are a lot of people here, but I heard that there are still some of their friends who can’t attend the wedding.
“Don’t worry. Since they love our couple so much, they leave congratulatory messages for them.”
Following the MC, a big screen was pulled above Irene’s and her husband’s heads for everyone to see. The projector was on. Everyone was waiting for it.
But what was shown on the screen wasn’t what they expected.
“HAhhh AHhh UhMMM~”
A series of lewd moans was blasted through the speakers, and a naked woman was shown her back. That woman was bouncing on someone’s lap with his cock plunging into her vagina. By the quality, it looked like a homemade sex tape.
Everyone gasped in shock. Irene’s eyes were wide open. She knew that voice! She knew that back.
“STOP! TURN IT OFF!” Irene screamed desperately, but everyone was bewitched by the video.
The camera was coming closer to the bed, to that woman in the video. When the video showed the face of that woman, everyone was speechless, betrayed.
That face that appeared on the video, the face that drooled over a man's cock digging into her vagina, the face the covered with sweat and strands of her damp hair stuck on her face, belonged to Irene.
“Tomorrow is your wedding day, but you call us to spend a night with you?”
“HAhh AHh I’m nervous. This is calming.”
“I guess you can’t live without our dick now.”
“Well, you two are exciting. Meanwhile, my fiance pfft boring.”
“But, is it okay if we keep cumming inside you? You might get pregnant.”
“HAhh Ahh No problem. I like it when you fill my pussy. Besides, my fiancé isn’t good-looking. Isn’t it better if my baby is handsome like you two?”
“Hahaha! Indeed!”
“Stop talking. Come at me harder.”
Everyone had their jaw dropped. Irene’s legs became weak, and she dropped. She looked at her husband’s face, and she could already see the trauma.
“Honey,” Irene called her husband, but he didn’t respond.
Irene was sure Yongu and Hojin were the culprits. But she didn’t know why they did that to her. She had been kind to them and had fun together.
The reason was simple. They didn’t want to see Irene above them. If she married her fiancé, she would be the wife of a rich family, and they didn’t want that.
Yes, they were petty.
“Honey,” Irene almost cried as she called her husband for the second time. But just like the attendants, they were glued to the monitor. Irene’s naked body was shown clearly on the screen. Eyes on the venue were judging her. The groom is a whore.
Suddenly, the husband held his chest. He was having a heart attack.
“HONEY!” Irene screamed frantically as he dropped on the aisle.
Unfortunately, he didn’t survive. He passed away on his way to the hospital. Irene ran away, didn’t dare to face his family. Hojin and Yongu were nowhere to be found. Irene was alone. The marriage wasn’t registered yet, so she wasn’t a part of that family. After that, Irene was having a hard time living. She had financial crises over and over again. She borrowed money from loan sharks but was unable to pay them. The loan shark had a way for Irene to pay her debt. Seeing how attractive she was, they planned to pimp her to a lot of rich customers. To her surprise, her first customer was her ex-fiancé’s father.
“Move… move… pant pant.” You’re running for your life.
You’ve been slipping through the tight alleys, shoes stomping over puddles of mud. You’re trying to conceal your presence as much as you can, just to buy a cup of noodles from a secret shop run by an old man.
“I SWEAR I SAW A MAN!”
“SEARCH THE AREA!”
“CATCH HIM NO MATTER WHAT!”
“These girls are such an ass pain!” You took a peek and saw a horde of women holding leashes and dildo swords roaming on the road, searching for a man, that’s you.
The world you’re living are much different from five years ago. A fatal virus have spreaded across the globe, targeting only men. Luckily, you’re one of the few men who were born with immunity.
The virus was called the Mandemic.
And now, women are desperate for partners; they’ll do anything they can to have one, to taste one, and to get one. Birthrate also fell tremendously; coincidentally, the men-to-women ratio is 1:100 for the newborn.
Some of those didn’t last long, since the Mandemic still exists.
In conclusion, men are like white crows in a flock. If someone spots one, the entire neighborhood loses its mind.
“Pant… pant… I should just hide and stick to plants.” You step back.
You shouldn’t have left your safe house in the first place; it’s too dangerous. Why the hell did you crave a cup of noodles!?
You ran, and ran, avoiding any possible interaction you could.
“Pant… pant… shit, my bladder's full, where can I piss— there,” Nature called you, your dam’s full, and you got to open the gates.
You found a bin nearby, yes, it’s disgusting and immoral, but it’s for your survival. You can’t just knock on a door or enter a public restroom for a piss.
Especially the male restroom… they’re guarded.
“....”
“....”
“You there! What are you doing there?” A woman called you.
“Oh fuck!” You quickly pulled your zipper up and hid your elephant trunk. Thankfully, you had your hoodie on.
You wanted to run, but she’ll definitely scream the moment you do it,
“Uhhh, I’m looking for a man! He’s not in the trash bin.” You answered her with the girliest tone you had. You sound like the long-gone Kevin Hart, a mosquito.
“Really? We’ve been looking for him. Tell me if you find him.” You heard her footsteps walk away.
“Yes, sure, I’ll find that disgusting man.” You respond.
“...”
The foot stops.
“Fuck, did she stop? Why!? Go away already!” You still can’t run; you can feel her eyes behind you.
“Wait.”
Your heart beats fast.
She walked back instead of leaving.
“Y-y-yes?” You lightly looked behind you. In your peripheral vision, you saw a pair of black boots with inch heels. That’s a very familiar thing, a uniform——
“SHE’S A MAN-TER!??? FUCK!” Upon realization, she’s a Man-ter, or what they call the Man-Hunter.
But, for men, they’re the Man-Eater.
“Say it again.” She tapped the bin twice with a metal thing. It's definitely a metal dildo club.
“Yes? I said Yes?” You don’t know what she’s talking about.
“No, the other one, about that man.” Another tapped at the bin.
“Uhh… Disgusting—- WHOA!” Right at the moment she heard the word disgusting, she swung her club.
Luckily, you evaded it. Thanks to the glass window at your side, you can see her reflection even though it’s blurry.
“Fuck!” You came face-to-face with her. A couple of feet away.
“So, you’re the man.” She smirks.
You can’t run, you can’t hide, and more importantly, you can’t eat a cup of noodles anymore.
The woman in front of you is definitely a trained Man-ter.
“H-h-how did you know I’m a man!?” You asked her, stalling for some time to think on how to escape. “I-I-Is it my voice?” But you did your best to mimic one.
“No, it’s not your voice. It’s when you call a man disgusting.” She tapped the dildo club to the floor.
You thought they despised men? You heard they torture them.
“You know, we seek men, so we can’t call them disgusting. They are blessing, YOU! Are blessings. God gave me you, to breed us, to be my partner! To be my entertainment!” She plunged forward with a quick step.
She’s too fast; you barely dodge her club.
“Fuck!” So it’s your words that bring you to danger.
“Surrender!” She yelled at you.
She did not ask for help or even announce that she found a man. That’s the moment you knew, you’re fucked.
She can handle you alone; she can subdue you, alone.
“Run.”
You threw the bin nearby, then another bin, and slipped when she was distracted—the club swung, and it caught your side.
“ARGHH!” You slammed through the brick wall.
She parried all the bin with her dildo club… there’s no sweat, no signs of struggle, just a mocking grin all over her face.
"Men." She sighed as if she were dealing with a stubborn puppy.
She swings her dildo club.
Black out.
*****
Drop. Drop.
The sound of the water droplets wakes you up.
“Arghh… my head… my— dick!? W-w-where am I?” You wiggled and discovered that you’re tied up with a metal chain.
You’re naked, your dick is out in the open and glistening, and someone might have had a taste of it already while you’re unconscious.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
There she is, the Man-ter that caught you.
“W-w-where is this?” You looked around, and it looked like a secluded warehouse. This might be the place where they torture the men they catch.
“Before I answer that, why don’t you ask my name? The beautiful officer who subdued you and sucked your dick while you’re sleeping.” She’s proud of what she did.
“I knew it, someone really sucked my dick… okay, who are you?” You did not include the beautiful part, but now that you got a good look at her face, she’s actually beautiful.
Your dick twitched, embarrassing.
“I’m Arin, an ASSasinator, but I got a patrol duty nearby the area, and luckily, I found you~ and you’re here at the interrogation room at our Man-ter Dickheadquarters.” She licks her lips.
“I see…” So she’s an ASSasinator, no wonder you’re no match for her.
“If you only saw how the other officers drool at you when I brought you here! They’re hungry eyes… they’re endless hunger that is fueled by their lust! But… I haven’t tasted you yet that time! So, I sucked your dick, and you cum fountains straight to my throat— a man’s cum! What a blessing.”
You just listened to whatever she says; she’s also drooling!
“So, this is what they call psycho—”
“Psexchopath! I’m a psexchopath!” She insists.
“THERE’S NO EVEN PSEXCHOPATH IN THE DICTIONARY!” You shot back.
Five years ago, most women were modest, but today it’s quite different.
“There is, on our DICKTIONARY!” She laughed maniacally.
She’s hopeless.
“Shit.” You muttered, already thinking of ways to escape, but you’re tied up, and what’s worse is that you're in their dickheadquarters.
“...”
“What?” You observed and noticed that she suddenly behaved.
“Your dick, it’s hard. Harder when I suck it… AMAZING!!~” There are stars in her eyes.
“WHAT THE FUCK!? WHY WOULD I—” Your body’s betraying you.
Upon seeing her earlier, your body stiffened, and your dick hardened.
You can’t deny it, she had a killer body on par with that demonic, pretty face.
“...”
“Want me to suck it?” She licked her lips.
“No.” You respond flatly.
“Want me to fucking suck it?” Her eyes widened in anticipation.
“No, please, no.” You shook your head.
“Release?” She steps closer.
“Yes, release!” You thought she would show you mercy.
“Release your cum? Want me to suck it?” She took another step.
“Yes– huh? NO!” You shook your head violently; those metal chains tied you, clinking.
“Okay, I’ll suck—” She tied her hair.
Bam!
The door suddenly opened.
There were two women in uniform who entered. They’re… hell of a beauty as well.
“ASSassin Arin, please calm down and follow the protocol procedure,” the woman on the left said, smiling like the bright sunshine.
“We’re here to examine the man.” The woman on the right spoke. She had a body that’s banging.
Your dick twitched.
“GenerAnal Karina and Private First Ass Jiheon. What a surprise, please, be my guest.” Arin bowed and showed her respect.
“Private first ass— GenerAnal!?? What the fuck?” They’re crazy, even their rankings are crazily stupid.
“Manners.” Arin squeezed your cock,
“AAARGGGH!! YES! YES! PLEASE!” You begged, and she had her grip tight.
“Tch.” She let it go.
“It’s okay.” GenerAnal Karina leaned in.
You can see how big her tits were from the top; her deep cleavage gave another emphasis on how massive they are.
Your dick twitched once again.
“Ohhh, what a man, his dick’s the liveliest I’ve ever seen.” GenerAnal licked her lips.
“Are they dogs? Why do they keep licking and drooling?” You thought.
“What do you think, Private?” Karina gave a way for the other girl.
“Hmm, it looks like snickers, look at the veins~” Private First Ass Jiheon leaned this time. Her cute face is on par with the GenerAnal ballistics.
Your dick twitches, one more time.
“Omo~”
“Wow~”
“I know~~.”
Three of them shared a smile and enthusiastically slapped one another in joy.
“How fuck am I?” You muttered.
“Fuck? That’s for later, you’ll fuck each one of us until you can’t walk. Don’t worry, we’re the tightest of all tight~” Karina leaned in for a peck.
Damn, her lips were too soft for you.
“OMG! I KISSED HIM!” She hopped with happiness.
“Wait ‘til you taste his dick~” Arin teased Karina and Jiheon.
“OHHH~ EXCITING.” Jiheon blushed.
“...”
These girls are crazy, and you’re doomed.
“But, GenerAnal, surprisingly, you’re here. I thought the milking battalion was the busiest?” Arin asked Karina.
“What the hell is even a milking battalion?” Questions kept piling up in your brain.
“It’s fine, Admilkral Eunbi is there, she can handle the milk rations herself,” Karina answered while not taking her eyes off your dick.
“Why the fuck do they even need milk rations!? WHAT THE HELL IS EVEN HAPPENING!?” Another damn question that you need an answer to.
“Apparently, Admilkral Eunbi got some help from the platoon who had just come back from man-hunting,” Jiheon responds.
“Ohhh, so Vice Admilkral Magenta’s back.” Arin nods. “Then, we should share him with them, right!?” Arin added.
Among those absurd lines, the last one— you understand it very well.
“W-W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHARE!?” You yelled.
“As we said, you’ll fuck each of us until you can’t walk… each… one… of… us.” Karina kissed your dick.
“OMG! I KISSED HIS DICK!” She hopped with happiness again.
"What the fuck..." you whimpered in sorrow. All this... just for a cup of noodles.
“But, GenerAnal… something is bothering me… why did the Shin sisters at the milk battalion as well?” Jiheon asked Karina.
“I also had a suspicion, they definitely don’t belong there, apparently, their big sister power-trips them in,” Karina answered.
“Big sister… Johyun? I just heard that her real name is Shin Jeewon.” Jiheon nodded as if her curiosity had been answered.
“But still, those flats don’t belong to the milk battalion. They should be in Wall Defense!” Arin’s mad.
“Ohh, so those are flat— but why the fuck am I invested in their matters!? I should be thinking how to get away!” You got distracted for a moment.
“...”
“...”
“...”
The three just watched you as you shook your body, trying to slip your hand from the chains.
“W-what?” You got a bad feeling from the way they look at your… dick.
“WOW~ LOOK AT IT SWINGING!”
“LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT!”
“I WANT TO KISS IT AGAIN!”
“SHIT!” You stopped moving. They’re all psychopath— or whatever they call it in their dicktionary.
Ring. Ring.
In the middle of their enjoyment, the phone rang.
“Oh, GenerAnal Karina.” Jiheon handed Karina the phone.
“Hello, Lieuthighnant Yujin.” Karina took the phone.
“Now, what the fuck does even lieuthighnant mean!? Thick thighs!?” Questions piling up in your brain resumed.
“Private First Ass Jiheon, why didn’t you accept the promotion to become Lieuthighnant?” Arin asked Jiheon, tapping her shoulder to gain her attention from staring at my dick.
“Huh? Me? Ah, I just don’t want to. There are too many Lieuthightnant out there. There’s Kazuha, Tzuyu, Rei, Jisoo, and many more…” Jiheon looked at Arin briefly and went back to your dick.
“I see,” Arin responds and joins her, staring at your dick.
“...”
“...”
“Girls, I’ll leave for a moment.” Karina excuses herself.
“I’ll come with you.” Jiheon will go with Karina.
“I’ll have my way to him, goodbye GenerAnal.” Arin stroked your dick and kissed your thighs.
“Ahnng~ w-w-why don’t you leave as well?” Her tongue tickles you,
“I won’t, I’ll have my price for catching you… You’ll plant your seed into me first before everybody else.” She purred.
So the unconscious blowjob earlier wasn’t her price, yet.
“Shit, w-w-wait! GenerAnal Karina!” You called her before she left the room.
“Hmm, what is it? You can’t fuck me yet, even though I wanted it too, but Arin’s got to take you first.” Her lips curled up.
But that wasn’t what you wanted to tell her.
“N-no! Not that—”
“Me?” Jiheon butt in.
“No, not you too! I just uhhh, can I speak to your leader? The highest authority!” You hoped that their leader would spare you, or even convince her to take you instead of fucking all of them.
“Sorry, but Optimus Prime Ministits Winter’s not available for any audience until next week. I’ll put a schedule together the other week instead, then, goodbye.” The door closed.
“But… I’ll be dead next we—AHNNGHH~ D-d-don’t just put it inside your mouth all of a sudden!”
Arin sucked your dick the moment you’re alone with her.
“Hmm~ what a delicacy!” She bobbed her head.
“AHHHHNNG!” You can’t fight back; all you can do is moan and beg her to slow down,
The whole room is filled with your moans, together with her loud sucking. She kept humming as well, and her tongue worked its way from your base to the tip.
“Men’s popsicles are the best way to beat the heat within me~” She momentarily stopped sucking just to say that line.
“Haaa~ Arin~” You hate to admit it, but it felt so good.
“Hmm, wait, let me show you something you’ll enjoy.” She straightens up.
Her hands went everywhere they should to strip herself, pulling off her clothes one by one. Another cloth, another twitch.
You’re anticipating it for some reason, and that reason was her body.
“How is it? Perfect, right? This tight pussy… never been fucked by a real man like you, these tits also never been sucked by a man, and my womb… no semen had ever swam.” Her hand roams everywhere she mentioned.
“Fuck…” You’re on the verge of defeat. Half of you wanted to tell her that she can use you anytime she wants.
“So….” She loosened the chains enough for your foot to touch the floor.
You’re eye level with her.
“What color is this?” She cupped her breast.
“White…” Its snowy skin is enough to hypnotise you.
“And this…?” She squeezed both of her tits with her hands; her perky nipples stood out.
“Pink…” There are lots of colors in the world, but there are two vivid colors in front of you.
“Right… never been sucked.” She purred, then she leaned in.
“Do you want to suck it?” The moment you heard Arin ask it, you gave up.
“Yes.” You opened your mouth, waiting for the food to come.
“...”
“AAHHHHNNGG!” She lets out a high-pitched moan.
You suck her tits like a suction cup. Her perky buds danced with your tongue, and her smooth, snowy tits were swallowed by your mouth. Her skin is so smooth, it slides into your lips like butter.
“Yes! Suck it! Make me yours!” Arin grabbed the back of your head and pressed it deeper into her.
“HMMPPP~ HMPP!” You kept sucking from left to right. Sucking as if your life depends on it, well— it does.
“Yes! AHHHNG!”
“P-P-PUT IT IN!”
She kept moaning. You don’t know what you should put and where.
“HAAA~ YAH!” She pulled your head away from her tits.
“Hwah?” Your mouth won’t close; you still want more of her tits.
“I know… it tastes good, but I want this inside me. Right. Now.” She stroked your dick, pumping it in a spiral motion.
“Beg. Beg me to put it in.” She purred, just a second ago, she was the one who wanted it badly, and now she’s begging you as if you’re the one who wanted it.
“Haaa.” Her handjob were too good. It’s like a work of God.
“Beg.”
“P-please… Arin… put my dick inside of your tight pussy.” You gave up, you also want it.
“Very well… AAARRGHGH!” She groaned, your dick head pushed in.
Her wet folds are enough lubrication for you, and her spit around your shaft added some ease as well.
“AHHGH! GOD! MEN! I LOVE MEN!” She pushed her hips into you.
Bit by bit, her pussy swallowed your dick, abducting it in the depths of her tight womanhood.
“AHHHH!”
“AHH MORE!”
“AHHHHHH!”
“SHIT!” Her last words after your dick is finally inside her. All of it.
“You're the missing key… haa~, and my pussy’s the lock. We are one… HMMM~” She kissed you, and she starts moving.
Fucking herself to her content using you.
“Arin.. Arin!” You called her name; her angelic face was still mere inches from you after that kiss.
“Yes… I’m yours… and you’re mine.” She cupped your cheeks while she was still thrusting your dick into her pussy.
She looked so dreamy.
She’s a fantasy.
And you’re—- you’re cumming.
“AHHH! ARIN! I’m close!” You closed your eyes, but she opened them.
“Inside! And look at me while you do it! Look at the girl you’re coming with and realize how lucky you are to cum inside me, Arin!” Her statement is telling you that this won’t definitely be the last.
“AHHH!”
“ANGHHH!”
There it goes, your dick spraying cum straight to her womb. Filling her up nicely and flooding her until she doubled her weight.
“Ahhh, there~ hmm~ so warm~” She plants small kisses on your neck.
After several twitches and cum spitting, she stepped back, letting your softened dick plug out of her filled pussy.
“Oh shit, what a waste.” She grinned after seeing lots of cum spilling out of her pussy, creating a puddle of white gooey fluids on the floor.
“Pant… pant…”
“You look exhausted already. Don’t worry, you had enough time to rest,” What Arin said gives you a little relief.
Knock. Knock.
“Who is it!?”
It’s definitely not GenerAnal Karina and Private First Ass Jiheon since it knocked, those two just simply whack their way in.
There’s a message in a bottle, and it has your name on it. You could probably open it if you tried. You weren’t the one that hid it, all you did was find it.
Now, you could break it. Burn it. Get rid of the whole thing altogether. But you can’t bring yourself to read it.
For now, you just leave it where it is.
—
Early June, and summer is off to a head start. The sun is beating down on you relentlessly. Chaeryeong doesn’t seem to notice, skipping ahead like the earth isn’t turning fast enough for her.
“Can you slow down? It’s way too hot for you to be this energetic right now,” you call out in a failed attempt to keep her near you.
“Absolutely not. Can you speed up, instead?” she retorts, and you can’t blame her. Turning twenty-one and no longer having to sneak around to get drunk is a big milestone, after all. Nothing past your first sip the day you celebrated your birthday made it into the permanent memory bank.
Go figure she’s brimming with the same kind of anticipation, the kind that makes her shine. Blonde hair swaying in the wind like rays of the sun itself as she turns to look at you with mock anger. You. The one who promised to treat her to a drink of choice, after all.
“If I die of heatstroke, I can’t buy you anything,” you grunt.
“I could just take your wallet off of your body if you die.”
She’s always been like this. Sharp, faster and more deadly with a comeback than you could ever be—when she’s paying attention. Relentless in her teasing, and most certainly one of those weirdos that has ragebaiting as their lovelanguage.
By the time you reach the liquor store, you’re drenched in sweat. But that’s just you. Chaeryeong—unlike you—looks pristine, like she’s made out of porcelain, like sweating is below her, but still chooses to wrap her arms around one of yours like she doesn’t care about any of those observations, she’s just happy to usher you inside.
“So, what are we looking for?” you ask as you browse the seemingly endless shelves. Chaeryeong is scanning each shelf, her pace significantly slower, like she’s in no rush to decide. A joke is begging to burst out of you, but you keep it locked up, lest you speed up her process and waste precious, air-controlled minutes inside.
She hums as her eyes scan up and down, thinking it over until she brings you up to speed. “Iunno,” is all she gives, though.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” you ask, kind of incredulously.
“I don’t know. What? Can’t a girl pick her first drink based on vibes?” she asks back.
“I don’t know. I guess? I knew what I wanted my first drink to be long before I got to it.”
She stops walking, holding you in place with her as she turns her gaze away from the endless bottles towards you. “Really? What did you get, again?”
“Whiskey,” you answer with a misguided sense of pride, like it’s supposed to be a cool answer. “You know, like, a real man’s drink.”
She just stares at you, one corner of her lip curling upwards into a smirk, and she doesn’t need to waste any words on mocking you.
“I just figured I would find a nice bottle of something screaming at me,” she teases, poking you in the side with a finger, the rest of her hand still wrapped around your arm. “And if it’s expensive, that’s your problem.”
“Your plan is to let the bottle choose you?” you question, again.
“Worked out fine with you.”
That gets you. A chuckle escapes you, and she looks up at you, proud of herself. Worst part is that she’s completely right. She gave you shit for weeks for how long you waited to ask her out.
“Brat,” you sigh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She adjusts the black bow tied into her hair like she’s checking to see if you didn’t boorishly ruin her pristine sense of style, shrugs her shoulders when she’s satisfied with its current fit and smiles up at you. The intent is all too clear. She gracefully accepts your admission of defeat.
Finding something that suits Chaeryeong's taste might prove impossible. She’s got high standards for her likes to clear. Nothing really seemed to strike a chord with her, that is, until you reached the wine department.
“Oh. My. God. That is the one,” Chaeryeong exclaims with glee, rushing towards a black and pink bottle of rosé champagne, adorned with pink, red and lilac ribbons etched into the glass. She grabs it off the shelf, carefully turns to you and holds it up for you to inspect. “Isn’t it so fucking cute?”
It’s just north of a hundred dollars, a lot more expensive than the cheap forty dollar whiskey you celebrated your coming of age ceremony with, but that thought gets shoved down the moment you see the joy on her face.
“It suits you,” you say as you take the bottle in your hands.
“You think?” she questions back, and you just nod to answer.
Bottle in one hand, her hand in the other, you head towards the register, making good on your promise. A fine bottle of champagne for an even finer girl. She kisses you on the cheek the moment the cashier hands you back the bottle.
—
There’s an empty black and pink bottle of rosé champagne, adorned with pink, red and lilac ribbons etched into the glass. Inside, there’s a piece of paper, rolled up, and it would only make sense to have your name on it.
Chaeryeong must have left it for you to find.
Three years have you had it like this. Three years since she vanished from your life—and, as far as you can tell, hers as well.
Three years since you’ve worked together on turning that bottle from full to empty.
Looking at it makes the taste linger on your tongue.
—
"It's so fucking good," Chaeryeong practically moans. "It tastes like the world's most expensive cherry is making love to fizzy grapes on a bed of flowers, somehow?"
The shade of her favorite red lipstick paints the edge of her paper cup—courtesy of the room and wildly unfit for the quality of the drink—and she hands it to you. There’s still some champagne left at the bottom. You press your lips to the edge, already tasting a small hint of cherry from where Chaeryeong’s lips left a stain, and finally take a sip.
The fizz tickles your nose, teasing floral notes, a sharp contrast to your first drink, which could only be described as sandpaper fucking mudwater on a bed of burnt wood.
“Well?” she asks, tilting her head. She’s already claimed the center of the bed, lounging back on her elbows with a light grace that makes the room feel classier than it has any right to. “Did I pick the perfect drink or what?”
“It’s alright,” you lie, obviously, even though you’re already making a mental note to buy this exact bottle for every future celebration. You take another sip, finishing the paper cup, crinkle it in your fist and throw it in the trash can.
“Liar,” she chirps, kicking out a leg. Her foot, encased in a soft, ivory-colored wool thigh-high sock, pokes you right in the chest. “You can’t try to act nonchalant while also going for a second sip.”
You catch her ankle, the fabric soft and surprisingly warm against your palm. You don't let go. She doesn’t want you to, either. It’s obvious in the way her pupils are as big as they’re allowed to be, unwaveringly fixated on you. Every inch your hand slides up her leg causes another twitch in her calves.
She knows exactly what she’s doing. She's known ever since she wore this exact pair for the first time and you both lost your virginities. She wore these specifically because she fucking knows they turn your brain into mush, that seeing the little stretch of skin on her thigh between where the sock ends and her miniskirt begins makes you simply obsessed.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” you mutter without making eye contact, gaze fixed at her legs. Throw her a smirk, and pull her closer to the edge of the bed.
She’s won, celebrating her birthday with all the right beats. She hooks one of those wool-clad legs over your shoulder, the texture dragging against your neck, pulling you closer into her, into the mattress she reigns over.
“You’re so pathetic when I’m wearing these,” she whispers. Her tongue pushes through her lips, wets them, and leaves her mouth just slightly agape long enough for you to nearly close the distance. Those cherry covered lips should be on you, but instead they continue to taunt. “I wore them in a heatwave just to—” she huffs, smiling when your grip tightens, “—see you look at me like this. Like a dog waiting for permission to eat.”
“You’re a brat, you know that?” you growl, but you’re already leaning in, your hands sliding up the back of those socks to the soft, squeezed skin of her upper thighs. “A horny, attention-seeking brat.”
“I’m your princess,” she corrects, her eyes beaming with contradictory hunger. She reaches down, her fingers brushing against your knuckles before she pushes your hands away so she can take over. “And princesses get what they want. Right now, I want to see how much of a mess I’ve made you.”
A sly smile plays on your lips as you slide her leg off of your shoulder, and steal the bottle of champagne out of her other hand, taking control of the pace.
“Not so fast, princess. I’ve paid for three hours off this room, we can take our time,” you retort in a competitive growl. She watches you with wide, surprised eyes as you take a long, deliberate swig, letting fruits dance on your tongue. Swallowing would be a waste now.
No. You reach out and snag the black bow in her hair alongside some of her silken strands, and grab a nice fistful.
With a firm tug on it, just enough to jerk her head back, you force her gaze off of your straining bulge and onto your face. Her mouth falls open in a small gasp of shock, corners of her lips going up into a defiant smile. The distance between you two melts away with reverent intention until you press your lips against hers. You let the sparkling liquid seep into her mouth, sweet and fizzy flooding her mouth and catching her off-guard.
She scrambles for purchase on your shoulders, tongue mixing with yours as she takes all you can give, letting out a muffled and desperate sound as she swallows the mouthful you’ve gifted her.
“There,” you mutter as your lips part, your thumb swiping a stray drop of rosé from her chin. “Happy birthday. Now we can be a mess together.”
“I’m going to cry if you don’t take your pants off soon,” she moans as drops of champagne that you couldn’t quite get into her mouth spill down her chin. No time is wasted licking them up from collarbone to jaw. “I’m making you buy a new bottle and doing this every birthday I have from now on.”
That earns her a muffled laugh against her skin.
“Every birthday?”
“Every single one,” she answers without a drop of hesitation. “Even yours.”
—
There’s an empty bottle that still faintly smells of cherry, grapes and spring flowers.
It’s also the last bottle you bought her.
The note inside is still there. It’s impossible not to think about, and what it has to say, why it has your name on it.
If you open it, the memory of that June afternoon finally breaks. The memory of the wool against your skin and the cherry on your tongue will have to face whatever reality she wrote down.
For now, you just leave it where it is. Because as long as the bottle is sealed, she’s still in that love hotel room, smiling up at you, waiting for her next drink.
Despite all that, you still had to learn how to live without her.
You’re not good at it.
Not when you’re losing her over and over again. See, the thing about a person vanishing from your life without an explanation—or, in your case, an explanation you don’t think you can deal with—is that it’s not a one time thing.
Sure, you lost Chaeryeong the morning she didn’t come back to your place. Then, you lost her again the first time you saw a funny video and wanted to share it with her. Again when you found a strand of her dyed blonde hair on your winter coat.
You’ve been constantly losing her in small increments. Three years of small losses, compounding interest, your mind begging you to keep her memory intact.
It’s not as oppressive during the day. It’s the nights that are the most silent. It makes sense, those were your favorite times as a couple. You still can’t bring yourself to sit in her spot on the couch.
So, nights require distractions now. Hobbies that don’t stick, endless scrolling of short-form content to beat your brain to death with, midnight snack and alcohol runs.
Tonight isn’t one of the worst nights. Tonight is just a Tuesday in late May, and you need milk for your coffee tomorrow morning, and the only convenience store still open is a 7-Eleven on a forty minute walk away. The distance doesn’t bother you, it fills time that way. Earbuds in, a nice long walk, and check out a undoubtedly similar store to all of their other locations, but it keeps you occupied all the same.
Meditation, you call it. Obsession is what your friends call it. The way you spend every moment you’re not occupied thinking about what you’d say to her. It’s all painted on the inside of your skull, flashing before you the moment you close your eyes.
The way you wouldn’t give an inch. Ask her to explain herself. The way you’d hold yourself when you asked it, having practiced the exact beats for “where did you go” and “did it ever occur to you how I felt.”
But most importantly, you practiced not letting her know that all she had to do was ask and you’d forgive her like nothing happened.
You’re so lost in it again you almost miss her entirely.
She’s crouched at the bottom shelf of the snack aisle, picking out different cans of pringles, examining them and putting them back one by one. Her hair is black now, shielding her line of sight from you. Her lips peek through, a similar shade of midnight, not something you’ve ever seen her entertain.
You have about ten seconds to walk away and she would never know. You stand there, three years of questions disappearing in the span of two seconds.
She shifts her weight, the hem of her coat rides up, and you see the nail in your coffin.
Black lace. Same strip of skin at the top of her thigh. A floral pattern engraved. Three years clearly not enough to erase a decade of habits.
“You trying to find a snack that’s just screaming at you?”
She freezes.
Her head turns slowly, eyes finally meeting yours, trembling in place like she’s seen a ghost.
“Oh,” she breathes. Her fingers clench and then unclench around the canned snack. “It’s—hi.”
“Hey,” you respond, arms now crossed. Just like that, three years of questions, righteous anger and rehearsed confrontations evaporate into stale air.
“I didn't—" she starts, then stops to fidget with the hem of her coat. It’s a nervous habit of hers, once she’s had since she was little. You instantly pick up on it like you’d stumbled over a tripwire you’d laid for yourself years ago. “You shop here now?”
“No, I don’t,” you respond curtly. She can’t meet your eyes when you say it. “But the one we used to shop at is being renovated. And I needed some milk for my coffee tomorrow morning.”
She nods, gaze flickering between your face and the floor. “That makes sense.”
None of this makes sense if you think about it. Has she always been here? Just out of reach, less than an hour walking from your normal life? Just—what? Living her life without you?
It only raises more questions you never rehearsed. Also stretches a silence between you, filled only with the humming of refrigerators and flickering of fluorescent lights. All you manage to do is blurt out something mundane.
“You stopped dyeing your hair.”
Her hand reflexively touches the ends off her hair draped over her shoulder. “Yeah. Do you, ehm, you like it?”
Any color Chaeryeong has ever had has instantly become your favorite color, only occasionally dethroned by the shade of her lipstick. Telling her was never a problem when you were still intertwined, but what if this is just temporary? A stroke of misfortune for her, a blip on the radar, and all you’d accomplish was making her uncomfortable.
“Yeah,” is most you can start with. “I like it.”
The black color of her lips contrasting against her pale skin helps you spot the faintest of smiles, disappearing as fast as it came.
She shifts her weight around and looks down at the can in her hand like she’s forgotten why she’s even picked it up. It couldn’t be more clear, whatever brought her here tonight did not account for seeing you again.
You both go through the motions, asking how you’ve been, and you lie that you’ve been good. Maybe her “I’m doing okay,” the truth, maybe it's a lie, and both would sting just the same. Where you’re working now, if you still live in the same place, and how nothing has changed and you’re practically been frozen in time since she left.
It’s not the same for her, obviously. She looks like you could never have even begun to imagine her.
She shifts again, her coat follows the movement, and you just can’t help but catch another glimpse of those fucking black lace stockings. Some things never change. Stop yourself from wondering why that detail hasn’t. If you do, you might get a lump in your throat so big no more words could come out.
Thankfully, she breaks the mold. “Um,” she starts, then stops. Takes a breath, and her shoulders stiffen up. “Can I ask you something stupid?”
“Sure,” you answer, impossibly bracing yourself.
“Do you remember that champagne bottle we shared on my birthday?”
Of course you remember. The champagne bottle with a message in it. But she’s not asking about the message, the note.
“The rosé one? Yeah, what about it?”
She takes a deep breath, meeting your eyes properly for the first time, brow knitted together. “I was just wondering if you still had it. I liked the way it tasted.”
“I’m not sure,” you lie. “Maybe? I could check when I’m home.”
There’s something you can’t quite make out playing across her face, not with everything new about it. Is it relief? Disappointment? It’s gone before she nods again.
“No, that’s okay. You don’t have to go through the trouble,” she assures you.
You nod. There isn't much else you know to do.
“Yeah,” you say, even though there’s nothing to agree with. “If you say so.”
The silence that follows is different this time. It’s about as obvious as the void in your chest when you look at her. There’s no awkwardness or sensitivity to it. It’s merely there to kill a story.
She swaps the can from one hand to the other, forcing her focus to change, to do anything to not drown. “I should probably, y’know,” she gestures the can towards the register. “Pay for this.”
“Right,” you answer. “Yeah.”
You stand there frozen, unmoving, freezing her with you.
For a second, it’s almost like one of you is supposed to say something else. Like you’re missing the pop-up for another dialogue option, like there’s a version of this reunion that ends with you and her in each other's arms but you just can’t see the bridge that connects the now to that.
And it fades, gone as soon as it arrives, draining through your fingers like water.
She nods to herself, more than to you, and steps around you. Not too close. Not too far either. Just, around you.
Her scent gets trapped in your nose.
It’s hard to snap out of the scene, and you linger longer than you can respect yourself for. Just staring at the spot she just was now isn’t, before reluctantly moving on to what you came for.
Milk.
Stupid fucking milk, that you just grab any carton of, whichever comes first, and just rush with towards the register in the most delusional hope of catching up to her.
By the time you reach the register, she’s already left the store.
It’s when you step outside she surprises you again.
Chaeryeong hasn’t left.
She’s standing just past the automatic doors, under a particularly strong lamp, scanning the horizon. She looks at you the moment the doors hiss shut.
“Found your milk?” she asks, squeezing together her lips.
“Yep,” you blurt out without much thought spent on what to say next. She fills in the void pretty quickly.
“Which way are you headed?”
“Same as always.”
She nods slowly. Clicks her tongue, her eyes dart up and down, hoping you figure something out without having to spell it out for you. She speaks when you don’t.
“It’s really late,” she says, and the tone of her voice is the same one she used when she really wanted you to get up from the couch and go grab her a snack.
“Is your new place far from here?” you ask, and you pray you don’t come off as a creep.
“It’s not super far,” she answers in the same tone.
You sigh. “Will you make it home safe?”
“I’d feel safer if you walked me.”
You agree like you’ve always agreed to anything Chaeryeong asked of you. Old habits dying hard, or maybe it’s you forcing them alive despite the weathering of time. It’s all the same in the end, a simple excuse to talk some more to her.
“Which way are we headed?” you ask.
She tilts her head left, and you fall in beside her.
For the first couple of hundred meters, nobody says anything that made it into your practiced conversations. It used to be so easy and comfortable to be in silence together, and now it feels like you’re both asking permission for just that. Some light conversation does happen. Chaeryeong asks if you’re still working the same job, which you are. You ask the same, which she obviously isn’t, you’d have found her. She works in childcare now, and you tell her it suits her.
It takes a while for the first thing you can latch on to surfaces. Chaeryeong asking if you still have the same phone number. She asks it carefully too, like she’s bracing herself for a lie from you.
“Yeah,” is all you say.
She slows down half a step, grabbing her phone from her coat pocket. She fiddles with it, and you feel your phone buzz as she stashes her away again.
“Now you have mine,” she smiles, and skips once or twice to catch up to you.
You don’t grab your phone to read what she sent, trusting it’s not as important as just making sure you have her number. You’d rather be here, on this street, in this fragile thing, hoping she tells you she made a mistake and wants you back.
She notices. It’s obvious in the way she looks at the pocket you’ve kept your phone in since you were fifteen for a second longer than necessary, and then back at the road ahead. There’s no figuring out Chaeryeong when she has an idea or what that entailed, but it was never a secret from you whenever she had one.
That’s when the conversation starts to move. It almost tricks you, moving the way it used to, simple thoughts flowing from one into another.
But it’s not the same.
It flows the way a river flows when a natural catastrophe has changed the lay of the land, quietly rerouting, touching different banks.
You can feel yourself swim against the current, trying to close the distance with a reference only she would get—something about how she’d totally zone out any time you started talking about your day—and she smiles, she gets it, she even picks it up and runs with it for a sentence or two. But then it trails off. Lands somewhere just shy of where it would have, three years ago. Where she would have grabbed your arm, leaned into you, kept teasing you until you were so annoyed you’d stop her from talking by kissing her.
Instead, she just smiles, and looks ahead.
You do the same.
Her phone lights up in her hand. She glances at it briefly, types something without breaking stride, and pockets it again. You notice. You don’t say anything about it. It’s the second time since you left the store.
By the time you turn onto her street, you’ve both made peace with the gaps. Or you’ve both agreed, silently, to pretend you have.
The building she stops in front of is narrow and clean, a row of small potted plants lined up outside the entrance like she had a hand in that. It’s nice to believe she did.
She stops, turns to face you. Pulls her coat tighter. Her eyes shine , but it’s soft and careful, like she’s been working up to what she’s about to say a few times over.
“I’m glad I ran into you,” she says, and you believe her. That’s not the problem. “And I—“ a small pause, “—I hope we can talk again sometime. If you want.”
If you want.
The words land somewhere low in your chest and turn upside down.
Three years of losing her in pieces, of practicing what you’d say, of sitting on the side of the couch that was always yours because you couldn’t bring yourself to take hers, of carrying a bottle you can’t open because opening it means it’s real. She has the audacity to stand here, putting it in your hands. Like it was ever up to you. Like you were the one who needed convincing.
“If I want,” you repeat, and you hear the edge in your own voice before you’ve decided to put it there.
She blinks, takes a step back. “I didn’t—“
“No, I just—“ you interrupt. Stop to collect your thoughts, resurface the script you’ve practiced over and over. Start again. “I just don’t think that’s fair of you to say. Not after everything.”
She doesn’t move. Her expression has gone still in the way it does only when she doesn’t know what to say, and you know she’s not going to fight you on it, which somehow makes it worse.
Already stepping back, already putting distance between you and the bottom step and her face, which is doing something complicated that you can’t afford to look at for very long before your lungs are ready to work again. “I’m glad you’re okay. I am.” You shake your head. “I’m not.“
You don’t wait for her to respond. There’s a final “Goodnight” you throw out hastily after you turn, walking away, and the night air hits you cold and immediate and you don’t look back. Your hands find your pockets. Everything blurs, your feet keeping your pace even, controlled, the same way you’ve controlled everything since she left, and you keep walking.
You don’t stop. Not until you’re back in your building, up your stairs, through your door and in your bedroom.
She’s on your mind until exhaustion finally lets you drift away.
—
It’s the morning after seeing Chaeryeong for the first time in three years. You’ve got three messages on your phone. Chaeryeong sent them to you.
All from yesterday evening.
The first: “i hope you dont mind me having kept your number lol“
It’s unfair to open with that, as if her having kept your number isn’t cause for celebration, to open a fancy bottle of champagne. You save her to your contacts and leave the bottle closed for now.
The second, sent maybe ten minutes after the first: “thanks for walking me home btw, im not usually out this late and it makes me feel a lot more at ease to have you here“
You stare at the screen. The time gap between the second and final message proves the last one is from just after you stormed off yesterday. It reads as follows: “im not good at this. i understand if you dont reply to this“
Eventually, the screen dims. You put the phone down on your chest and look at the ceiling for a while. From where you're lying you can see the bottle on the shelf where you keep it. Black and pink, the ribbons etched into the glass catching the flat morning light. The note still inside it, rolled tight, a different kind of taunting aura now. It holds your gaze for a long time. Then you look back at your phone.
There's a version of you that opens the bottle today. That finally breaks the seal and reads whatever she couldn't say to your face and lets that be the thing that decides it.
You pick up your phone instead. Stare at the messages she sent you. Sit with the blank text field for a moment, write a couple of words that don’t feel right, delete them, stare at that stupid fucking bottle again and almost put your phone away. There’s a million questions you want to ask her, but there’s no point in even pondering them if you can’t even ask the simplest question first.
“Can I see you?”
You put the phone face-down on the mattress and go make coffee, because you need something to do with your hands, something to distract you from checking your phone every two seconds to see if she answered.
You’ve barely picked out a cup when your phone rings.
“now?”
It’s conveniently inconvenient. The timing alone is enough to spike your heartbeat for the rest of the morning. A response that’s way too fast for someone that’s supposed to be a closed door, so fucking fast that you realize you won’t be able to put your phone down the moment you figure out how to respond.
Because there’s an even more annoying question being asked back to you now. What the fuck does she mean? Just that, no further context, infuriatingly drives you to consider two totally opposite possibilities, two divergent interpretations.
But that’s the trick of it. It doesn’t matter. It’s been three years. It is that urgent. A second without her or at least a resolution longer is one too many. So you just take a chance on it being the second choice, and fire back.
“Whenever you can”
You send another text almost instantly, correcting yourself.
“Now, actually, if thats not too weird”
You hover over the send button, delete “if thats not too weird” and just send the first part.
She doesn’t take much longer to respond. Says she’ll be over in an hour, if that’s not too weird. You instantly respond to her, letting her know it isn’t.
What follows is not an hour of pacing, not an hour of relaxed waiting, casually preparing. No. It’s an hour of the worst kind of anticipation, with every minute making your heart beat faster like it still could accelerate, driving your anxiety to a point it makes you feel like you’re going to shit all your organs out on the floor and die there.
See, running into her unexpectedly is one thing, but doing the inverse—meeting with her at an agreed upon time—is far worse.
It’s an hour of cleaning everything in your apartment—or at least the part you expect to host her and her apology. Any sign that could give away a hint that you are not in control has to be eliminated. All of the conversations you planned start flowing again, and you try to force them away knowing damn well none of them will matter the moment she shows up at your door.
You buzz her in almost exactly an hour after her last text.
Yesterday’s black was not an accident. She’s still all winged liner, smoky eyes and inky black lipstick. Your eyes zip down once and spot the same poison as yesterday. A single strip of skin, with a floral pattern slightly further down. You don’t ask. You can’t manage much more than a “hi” anyways.
You let her in.
She knows your place blind. Like a cat who just returned from her evening stroll, she walks straight to the couch and sits, knees together to the side and feet half tucked under her, hand clutching her phone. It’s far too familiar how she sinks in.
Before any of the conversational explosions that have their fuses lit in your chest come out, you make your way to the kitchen, pouring both of you coffee. You speak loudly, letting her know that you happen to have some milk, if she still takes her coffee the same way she used to, which she lets you know she does.
You pour your own and join her, but on the opposite end of the couch. You fit into the memory better there, after all. Now that she’s here, you don’t even know where to start, or how to even explain without sounding desperate why you invited her over.
She puts her cup down, turns to you and says, “I want to apologize again for last night. I was—I’m really bad at this. I didn’t mean to make you feel like shit.”
You don’t turn. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you apologize to me before.” Take another sip of your coffee, then put it down. “The sound of it is just all wrong.”
She blinks. “I’m sorry?”
“Yeah, no, please stop,“ you say, your whole face tightening with cringe. “It’s like hearing a cat bark or something.“
“Shut up?“ she responds just a bit too much like she used too.
“Chaeryeong.”
“Ew?” she responds in instant and total disgust.
“What do you mean, ‘ew’?“
“Don’t say my name like that.“
“Like what? Chaeryeong?“ You turn to face her properly for the first time since you sat down.
“Please fucking stop,” she says, recoiling and scrunching her nose as if you just mentioned hating puppies. “It’s horrible.“
“I’m literally just saying your name.“
“I know, and it’s horrible, and I hate it.“ She shifts on the couch, pulling her knees tighter to her body. “You never used to say my name. I literally think the last time I heard you say my name, we might have been like, I don’t know, eleven years old?“
“Chaeryeong,“ you say with a smirk.
“I’m going to punch you.“
“For saying your name?“
“Yes! You used to call me princess.” She physically winces at the sound replaying in her head. “Hearing you say my name just makes it sound like you’re so upset with me.“
You face her head on with a smile you can’t seem to stuff down. “I am upset with you!“
“I already tried to apologize!“
“I’m upset because of you apologizing, idiot.“
“You know what, actually? Call me an idiot. That’s much better. I prefer it over you saying my name.”
You stare at her for a long moment.
“You’re actually an idiot,” you say, flatly, because some things never change.
“Thank you.”
You shake your head, pivot back toward the conversation before it escapes you entirely. “My point is—you don’t apologize to me. That’s not a thing you do. You apologized to your dance instructor for being late when your subway literally broke down. You apologize to delivery guys when they’re late because—” you raise your fingers to form air quotes. “It’s not their fault we live so far away.“
She tries to stop you, but you raise your finger like you’re scolding her and continue: “You’ve apologized to your mom for weed Chaeyeon hid in a cookie jar. I’ve watched you do it. You’ve never smoked in your life.” You gesture vaguely in her direction. “You apologize to everyone. Everyone except me. Or—“ you catch yourself, measured, “—at least, never with words.”
A beat passes. Then she laughs. Not the polite kind, not the deflective kind she’s been deploying since yesterday like a smoke screen. The real one. The one that starts low and tips forward and makes her press a hand over her mouth when it gets too loud, the one that used to make you feel like you’d won something.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she says, riding out the coattail of her chuckle, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear. “I won’t apologize for yesterday if you tell me why you really invited me over. Clearly, it wasn’t to hear me say sorry.”
You take a long sip of your coffee. “I wanted to talk.”
“You wanted to talk,” she repeats, flat.
“Catch up.”
“Catch up.”
She watches you, waiting, eyes taunting you to start ‘catching up’. You set your cup down on the coffee table, link your hands together, and decide to just walk straight into it.
“Yeah, catch up,” you start carefully. “Like, for example, ask you questions like—“ you pause, roll your eyes trying to think of an easy transition into the barrage you’ve prepare, “—ever since we broke up—“
“Wait,“ she interrupts you, holding up a hand and furrowing her brow with theatrical precision. “We broke up?“
All you can do is stare. Blankly. It’s so utterly tactless, shot straight from the hip and missing its mark by a mile.
“I’m just saying,” she continues, utterly oblivious to how unable you are to laugh this joke away, “I don’t remember a breakup conversation happening. Technically.”
“Chaeryeong.”
“There it is again,” she mutters, scrunching her nose.
“You disappeared,” you say, and the word lands heavier than you intend it to. “For three years. That’s the conversation.”
“I’m sorry,” she scrunches her mouth, and looks away. “And you said my name just now so we’re even for me apologizing.“
You exhale through your nose, letting out a single chuckle in hopes of preserving some of the earlier momentum. “Idiot.“ You look back at her, and she can feel it, turning to meet your gaze. “As I was saying, ever since we broke up, have you been seeing anyone?“
It’s not the first question you wanted to ask. It mostly just slipped out, some kind of honest response to her eyes connecting with yours. It’s the question you’re stuck with now, forced to to face whatever answer she gives.
She tilts her head, wiggles her toes. “Have you?“
You should have known she would never answer before you. “You’re unbelievable,“ you say as you tilt your head towards the ceiling, hands dragging down your face.
“It’s payback. I deserve an answer first,“ she says simply, and before you can even question it—because she knows you will—she already continues, “because you called me an idiot.“
A big sigh escapes your lungs. There’s no point in arguing with her. At this point, the only outcomes are nobody answering, or you answering first, so you do. “No,“ you say. “I haven’t been seeing anyone.“
Her gaze burns on the side of your face like it always has when she’s going to ask you a barrage of questions you can’t avoid. You resist turning towards it.
“No one?” she asks.
“No one.”
A short pause. “Not even like, a one night thing? Someone you met at a bar, charmed your way into her pants and then never have to talk to her again?”
“What? No.”
“Didn’t pay anyone?” She says it carefully, measuring it. “Like, even just for—“
“No.” You say it before she can finish. “No.”
“Not even a kiss? Holding hands?“
You finally turn back to her. “Not even that. Not once. Nothing.”
She sits with that for a moment. The apartment is very still around you. You fear to move, lest the couch makes a sound and ruins this fragile moment you don’t know what to do with.
“Don’t you miss it?” she asks, and her voice has lost the teasing edge. It’s just a question now, plain and without judgement.
And the thing is, the word ‘it‘ is doing a tremendous amount of heavy lifting. She might be asking about the abstract concept of physical intimacy or the general act of human contact.
But you can’t help but be hit by a flood of ‘its‘. It’s the wool against your palm. It’s the cherry on your tongue. It’s a black bow coming loose in your fist and sifting through your fingers like sand only for strands of blonde to remain. It’s legs hooked over your shoulder like an anchor you never got tired of keeping steady. It’s the wiggle of toes anytime anything exciting happened. It’s countless nights spent whispering that you still think she’s the prettiest girl in the world.
You miss it the way you’d miss breathing.
You don’t say any of that.
You don’t say anything for long enough that the silence becomes its own kind of answer.
She watches you. Then, softly, she offers you an exit: “You probably don’t miss having a girlfriend that never apologizes, right?”
It’s a joke. It’s meant to be a joke. She’s giving you the out, the laugh, the reset.
The bad ending.
“I miss all of it,” you say, and it comes out with so little air, quiet and meek. Like something you’ve been keeping in a locked room for three years that just walked out on its own while you were still figuring out if it could stand.
She goes very still in response.
Not the kind of stillness she’d couple with contorted faces to buy her more time to think of something clever. A kind you’d never seen before. One that starts in her eyes and slowly creeps all over her body.
You catch yourself staring at her, but it’s impossible to stop. She blinks once—no, twice—and then shifts, chuckles, breaks the silence.
“All of it,“ she repeats, hollow. Like she’s not allowing herself to taste the words. She shakes her head, looks down at her cup and smiles softly. “I’m sure you could go without a lot of it.“
That’s when you see it. Clear as day, eyes wide open. The next hour, the next week, the next three years. The whole thing passing you by like the trail of a bullet that barely missed.
It goes like this: You don’t say anything meaningful to respond. She doesn’t dare push. You try one more safe attempt to reach out, and it doesn’t connect, the conversation swerving to something safer, more mundane, decidedly not dangerous. You’ll finish your coffee first, and she’ll check the time on her phone and say something along the lines of her needing to get going. You’ll walk her to the door, and she’ll say it was really good to see you, and she’ll mean it, and you’ll mean it back, and she’ll leave, and you’ll close the door, and you’ll stand in your kitchen for a while staring at her cup before eventually deciding to wash it, and you’ll sit on the couch wondering what the message inside the bottle is and not opening it, and nothing will have changed. The weeks pass. Maybe she texts, maybe you do, and it won’t matter who does, because all it will be is something simple and dismissible, a meme she thinks you’d like or a check-in when a song on the radio reminds you of her.
But the door between then and now stays shut, and the time between texts grows, and you’re losing her again like you did over the past years except this time you watch it happen and choose it anyways because the bridge looked too burned to cross.
And that’s the current trajectory of the reality you’re allowing to come to pass.
So you reject reality.
You close the distance.
It’s not graceful. It’s fucking desperate, moving too fast, the cushion shifting under you, and she turns at the movement, shifts back slightly but doesn’t move further than that, holds her breath with her mouth open, clutches her hand into a fist and you blink and—
You stop.
A centimeter. Maybe less.
That’s the full distance left between your faces the second the bottle—engraved on the inside of your eyelids—freezes you in place. What if her answer was no, and still is no?
“Why did you stop?“
You look down. You can’t look her in the eyes, because frankly, there’s not an answer you can give her after boldly lunging at her only to stop right before impact. Your eyes land where they always do. The strip of skin left untouched, like a line stopped before completion to make sure you know she still can stop wherever she wants. The floral pattern woven with near equal artistry to the squish of her thigh where the hem of the sock bites into her skin.
“Why are you wearing those?“ you ask.
She’s quiet for a moment. Long enough for you to let your eyes find hers.
“Because you like them,“ she says.
You close the distance, and your lips find hers.
It lands a little off-center, your nose bumping hers, and she makes a small sound of surprise that dissolves almost immediately. It’s compounded interest all paid back at once, your hand finding the side of her face and her hand finding the front of your shirt, and the taste of her is coffee now instead of champagne but the mechanics of it are so familiar.
You pull back just far enough to look at her. Her eyes are still closed for half a second longer than yours, and when they open they’re darker than usual, a little undone, intently focused on you. The black lipstick has migrated, a small smear at the corner of her mouth, and you have the absurd, overwhelming urge to fix it and ruin it further at the same time.
Her other hand comes up and finds your jaw, thumb tracing the edge of it, the same way she used to when she was in a particular mood, a quietly possessive habit she’d never have admitted to.
“Are you sure about this?“ Her thumb has stopped moving. Her voice quieter, barely audible over your own heartbeat.
You look at her, and she doesn’t look at you.
“I was gone for so long,“ she continues, and she tucks some hair behind her ear, then fixes it immediately. “I don’t want you to regret—“
“You’re here now.”
It’s unbelievably trite, and the Chaeryeong you knew would have wasted no time at all giving you shit for it, but it’s also completely, undeniably true and that makes the instant lack of response that much scarier.
She blinks, her surprise barely masked before she bursts into a laugh that’s mostly exhale, then leans in so her forehead rests against yours. “That’s genuinely the corniest thing you have ever said to me, and I still remember the poem you wrote for me in high school.”
“Thank god,” you respond with an embarrassed smile, “I was worried that I might have had another Chaeryeong in my home if you didn’t make fun of me for that.”
“I had to, no matter how sweet it was,” she whispers, and before you can feel any more stupid about it she’s swinging a leg over you and settling into your lap in one fluid motion, and then her lips part and so do yours again. Her mouth is on yours, open and needy, tongue’s clashing unlike the first one and beneath the coffee there is—absurdly—the faintest taste of cherry coating her.
How dare she.
You level the playing field. Hands finding her hips, planting themselves there, keeping a firm grip on her, and you can feel the way she melts into it, her spine relaxing as she sinks slightly forward. She shifts again when your hands slide up. Her waist first, then onto her ribs, accompanied by the small jump of muscle she always has when you graze a particularly sensitive spot just beneath her ribcage, your thumb pressing into flesh.
There’s a fast rise and fall to it, and you let it linger, stopping there, causing her to look down at you after breaking the kiss, hair falling over her face.
“You stopped again.“
“Look,“ you say, and it starts deadly serious. “There’s a lot we haven’t talked about yet. I know that—like, it’s bad,“ you stop, and she pulls back ever so slightly, her hands drifting. “And, I want to talk. I do.“ You stop to breathe. She holds her breath.
“But right now, I just really—really want to fuck you.“ She exhales, and you don’t stop. “Like, desperately. That’s kind of where I’m at.“
She looks weirdly relieved at that. Then she smiles, her eyes narrowing but staying focused on you.
“I don’t mind not talking right now,“ she says. “I’ve been thinking about not talking ever since you lunged at me the first time. So.“
"You sound pent up."
She doesn’t bother denying it. Instead, she turns, shifts her whole weight around in your lap like she's decided its time for you to drown in troubled waters—although they’re only thigh-high—and settles her back against your chest. Your arms close around her, and her head tilts back over your shoulder so she’s looking up at you from below, her eyes looking even more dark and enticing with the long line of her throat exposed.
She grinds her hips into you, your hands dig into her skin, and she exhales into your neck.
"You also feel pent up," you say.
"I haven’t fucked in three years," she says simply, finally answering your earlier question you’ve already long exposed yourself to. You tighten around her waist, slightly squeeze the air out of her, and pull her as close as she can possibly be. "Keep that in mind, because I am going to be—" she pauses, eyes hooded and looking up at you—"sensitive. Everywhere. I will probably cum embarrassingly quickly."
Her head tilts, and her mouth finds your neck. She speaks into your flesh. "That’s not a warning, by the way."
She lightly nibbles on your skin, teeth teasing but never with any pressure.
"No?" you ask.
She settles back against you. Completely at ease.
"I'm bragging."
You move your hands carefully around all the safe spots. It might be you savoring the moment, or maybe you’re just asking permission. Either way, she can tell, and after a moment slides her hands over yours.
“You can touch whatever you want,“ she says, and then her hands are moving yours, guiding them up and under the hem of her top. “I won’t stop you.“
She looks forward again. Shifts, making herself easier to reach, accommodating in a way that feels almost pointed. She’s exactly the same as you remember, which is to say, still a perfect handful, her hands resting atop yours, perfectly cooperative.
"You're being very good about this," you say.
"I know," she says with a smirk, like you haven’t yet figured out the price you’re going to pay for this. A soft moan escapes her as you find her nipples still fit perfectly in between your digits. "I'm very well behaved when I want to be."
"And when you want to be is—"
"Right now," she says. "Obviously." Her fingers press down lightly over yours, guiding without urgency. "You should take advantage of that."
“You’re just making excuses. I think you’re just being needy for my fingers to curl inside of you.“
She doesn’t dignify that with a verbal response just yet. Instead, her fingers interlace with yours, dragging the combination downwards. Off her ribs, past the soft give of her stomach, lower still, until the hem of her skirt glides under your fingertips, not stopping until she lets your palms rest on that strip of skin right between the hem of her socks and the—if the sensation of lace against your thumb is correct—same material panties.
She presses your hands down, makes sure you feel how much they still mold to your grip.
“Okay,“ she says with a smile, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “So what if I am needy?“
She spreads her legs a little, her hands letting go off yours. Her right arm wraps around and her hand finds an anchor point on the back of your neck, keeping her steady as she slides ever so slightly down. Her left hand bunches up the damp fabric of her underwear to the side.
“So what?“ you chuckle once with disbelief. “I told you I wanted to properly fuck you, not just give you princess treatment in my lap,“ you correct her, and push your hips forward once, letting her feel what her provocations have done to you. There’s no way she can miss it, the way your cock is straining against her ass, pressing up into her.
She grinds back, riding the pressure, exposing your own sensitivity. “You think I couldn’t tell how hard you already are?“ She rolls her hips again, slower, more precise, like she’s making a promise for later.
“I know what you want,“ she says. “I want that too, especially if you keep calling me princess.“
“I didn’t call you—“
“But I’ve imagined your hands on me again and again and again,“ she continues. “Every time I closed my eyes.“ Her hips shift. “Yesterday, too. You crossed your arms and I just—“ She moans. She fucking moans, right in your ear. “I came so fucking hard, thinking of them on everywhere. My waist. My throat.“ Her left hand finds yours again, slides it up until you can feel her pussy press against your palm. “Here.“
She’s absolutely soaked.
“Chaeryeong.“
“Don’t say my name like that,“ she protests, whiny, and bites your neck in retribution.
“Okay, princess,“ you smirk and she’s already shaking. Two of your fingers push in, slow, your palm pressed against her clit and her precious little spine curves, her lower back getting pushed away. Her hands hang on tight, like they need the stability.
“Fuck I missed—“ she pushes through an inhale, a small moan follows out, and after an exhale she manages to say the rest. “All of that.“
"You can have this one," you say, unhurried. "You're going to remind me how much after I’m done with you."
She’s writhing in your lap now, hands clutching your flesh and you’re sure she’s going to leave a mark, pulling your head to hers so she can bite your lip between words. “I told you—” she pants, and you want to tell her to go ahead, but she beats you to it—shudders, legs kicking out, and clamps around your fingers so tight you think you’ll never get them back.
“Embarrassingly fast.“
You keep going. Not nice, not considerate, not gentle. You want every ounce of her, want her to lose herself, and the more you work her, the more she gives.
Her spine curves further, impossibly. She’s so small against you like this, tucked in and shaking, and you push both fingers fully in her and she jolts, her breathing going shallow, bitemarks being made in your neck, your thighs getting battered by her heels.
“Tell me when,” you say quietly.
“When,” she says immediately, and you waste no time using the base of your palm to press down on her above her cunt, fingers trying to curl back into your hand inside of her, holding her through her tremors. You can feel it in your own chest, your ribs quaking like a second heartbeat overlapping yours. She looks beautiful. She always did, but it’s easy to miss this; the way she falls apart fully, the way she whimpers your name, the way she smiles after like a radiant goddess.
Her orgasm mellows out eventually, and she’s breathing hard, lifeless limbs hanging against you, and you keep her steady. Let her come down at her pace. You let fingers glide out slowly, slipping free, and she mewls involuntarily, whimpers something pathetic about the loss of your touch.
She lays there, slumped into you, and you’re staring at her lips.
Not just because she’s smiling, or they’re black, or that their hue is clearly infinite with how perfectly coated the still are despite the many traces she’s left on your body. No, you’re just staring because she’s got you so worked up that you’re lost in the memory of her lips wrapped around your cock, back when her lipstick was a shade of red or nude, and those never left any marks.
“You’re staring,“ she says, hopelessly out of breath.
“Just thinking that I like the color.”
“I doubt that’s the full extent of it.” There is no chance Chaeryeong lets you off the hook. “You’re staring at my mouth like you want to fuck it.“
Nobody could ever come close to knowing you like she does. Call it a side-effect of growing up together. There’s no point in denying it. It’s harder to find a way to confirm her observation without feeling like you’d waste the chance, but apparently staring at her does the trick.
“You want your dick in my mouth so bad you’re not even pretending to listen to me.“ Her hand draws tiny circles on your wrist, limp fingers brushing skin lightly.
“I’m listening, I’m just visualizing all the ways I can appreciate your lipstick. It’s a beautiful shade,“ you say, eyes drifting towards the ceiling in mock consideration.
she lifts your hand by the wrist to kiss your knuckles, the slightest stain of black remaining on you. “You want to see what it looks like on your cock?“ she asks and you look down at the disgusting sincerity she brings it with.
“Can I?“
“Sure,“ she muses. “You can mark your territory, or whatever. I don’t mind.”
She doesn’t let you consider it. That’s the thing with Chaeryeong. There’s no pleasing her if she’s not teasing you. She needs you to know that it’s her choice when she slides down out of your lap, onto the floor, splitting your legs and staying there, head tipping back at the edge of the couch to look at you as she delivers the sucker punch.
“Seems like you need it.“
You chuckle wryly, bend over forwards and plant a kiss on her forehead. "I hope you know I'm not stopping until there's a black ring around the base of my cock."
“Good.“ She smirks. You stand up, walking around the coffee table, savoring the moment. “I’d prefer you doing all the work right now.“
“You’re really going to just sit there and let me fuck your mouth?“ you tease back, stopping to loom over her.
“Are you complaining?“ she pouts, flutters her eyelashes. “It’s not my fault you fingered the fine motor controls right out of me.“
You put your hands on your hips, cock your head and bend slightly forwards, over her. “Still a brat, huh?“
“Yep!“ she responds, gleefully, proud with a smile, tilting her head. “Which means that this offer expires soon. Whip out your cock you’ve been harassing my ass with, or I’m keeping my mouth shut until I’ve cummed on your face.“
It can’t be overstated how fast you switch up and wrestle with your belt, trying to maintain a facade of composure. “I thought you were supposed to be a princess?“
She opens her eyes, shrugs, and drifts her eyes towards your belt. “Princesses have to eat.“ She lets her head hang back, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. It’s like she’s asking you to lose control.
Your cock is out before either of you even process it, stiff and aching, veins bulging like never before, as if ready to explode.
“Jesus,“ she says with reverence bordering on worship, no intent of hiding her awe, “I forgot how hot your dick is.“ She stays perfectly still, leaning back against the couch, hands slack next to her on the carpet, the very picture of defiance and submission contradicting herself with minimal effort. “I might actually cum just from choking on it.“
“I forgot how much you talk,” you reply, and admittedly, its a bit snarky. But you know Chaeryeong, and that gambling with a line like this always has a payout.
“Then make me shut up.“
You answer by pressing your cock to her lips, pale pink to her beckoning black. She opens, wide and compliant, her tongue flat and eager, and you glide in. It’s impossible to play this cool, not with her on the floor and your pulse ticking in your ears, not when the black of her lipstick makes her mouth look like a void designed to swallow you whole.
The first pass into her is slow. Her lips slip easily over your cockhead, soft and cold on her lips and then suddenly impossible warm inside. You steady yourself with a hand on the couch cushion behind her, fully leaning over her and she—despite years of proving to you she couldn’t let a single opportunity to take control over you go unchallenged—just lays there, letting you push at your pace. She’s making sure her lips are pressed to the full circumference of your cock, every inch of skin covered, spare the sides she just can’t help but skip—courtesy of the smile pulling the corners of her mouth up.
“You look so fucking good with my dick in your mouth,“ you groan, making sure to put extra emphasis on how possessive you sound. Her eyes do a slow half-blink, satisfied.
You hold her there, cock halfway buried in her, hips already shaking, and pull out slowly. You want to watch the lipstick smear, the drag of her color a tangible scar tracing your shaft. Her eyes squint as she figures out what you’re doing, lips sucking tighter around you, and she hollows out her cheeks.
The black sticks, two perfect half-moons adorning your cock’s top- and underside, stretching in different intensities across your shaft.
“Good fucking girl,“ you hiss, twitch in her mouth, and her eyes close, her eyebrows getting that little wrinkle in pleasure. It’s hard to know whether that’s from the praise, the sight of you losing it or both. And normally, you’d find pleasure in the current state of affairs. It’d be enough, feeling your cock halfway down her throat and seeing her enjoying herself.
But right now, there’s a combination of something you can’t deny and a reckless streak that allows you to explore it. She doesn’t gag. Not yet, at least, but you want to see if you can make her; you want to see how much she’ll let you take, how far you’re allowed to conquer.
So, deeper you push; past the first point of resistance, past the point where she looks up at you with eyes that are looking for something carrying tears in the corner, past her limp hands choosing to grip the fibers of the carpet instead. It’s all too much, she’s right there with you, neither of you able to think straight each time you slide back into her mouth, fucking her face like you need it to survive, Chaeryeong totally passive and not resisting.
Not helping, just letting you help yourself.
“You can take it, right, babygirl?“ you ask, but you don’t care to let her answer. She tries to, though, bobbing her head ever so slightly, letting out a throaty, gurgling sound about as close to a yes as she can manage.
You bottom out, cock fully enveloped by her tight throat, tears running black down her cheeks, and she takes it with a focus that’s almost meditative, eyes drooped and drunk on your pleasure, drowning together with you in desperation.
And that’s when you feel it, the heat in your core, the jolt up your spine, the embarrassing and traitorous tingle of only managing one pump deep down her mouth before you too succumb to your sensitivity. You try to slow, try to savor just a couple seconds more, and she looks up at you like she’s asking if she’s doing something wrong and her throat contracts as if to push you out despite her head staying perfectly still, consciously fighting the subconscious to hold herself open for you.
How could you not comfort her, give in to what you both want by rutting into her face?
It’s inevitable at this point, and when the first shock of it hits you, you try to pull away, try to get ready to paint her face white and see how it mixes, but she holds you, moves for the first time since hitting the floor and dives deeper, nose pressed against your stomach, hands flying up to grip the back of your thighs, swallowing the first spurt like she’s starving.
“You fucking—“ you grunt, hands finding the back of her head and tangling her hair into a fist, “slut!“
You yank her off forcibly, she gasps and you hold her there. She’s got this look in her eyes like she’s won a prize off of you, easily wiped out when the second rope of cum hits her in the cheek, across her lips, then down her collarbone and finally a weak spurt dripping out of your cock onto the squish of her thighs, perfect white streaks against her tear-shed mascara, smudged lipstick and porcelain skin.
“Good to know you still cum like a firehose,“ she says, accompanied with a smirk, unbothered by the mess.
“You always knew how to bring out the worst in me.“
She pushes you down into the couch. Turns around with her stomach against the couch cushion and drapes her arms over your legs, cheek resting against your thigh. “The worst of you tastes pretty good,“ she muses, licks her lips, and brings a hand to your cock. “You want me to clean you up?“
You can barely breathe, so a nod must suffice.
She leans in, laps at the slit of your cockhead, down the shaft for any stray drops, then her own wrist, her thumb, and finally the gooey mess she scooped onto her hands from her thighs. The rest of her face stays as is, wearing your cum like jewelry.
“Mmmh, like, so fucking good,“ she moans, excessively.
“There’s something wrong with you,“ you shoot back, and it lands in her chest, a laugh joining her.
“Did you miss that too?“ she teases. She climbs up, into your lap again and burrows her nose into the crevice between your neck and your shoulder.
“All of it,“ you reaffirm with a long exhale, reality dawning back on you now that the heat of the fuck-fever subsides.
She stays that way for a while, snuggling closer to you, silently just making herself small on top of you.
“Hey,“ you whisper, fingers twirling with strands of her hair, soft strokes matching her breathing. “You’re getting cum all over my shirt.“
“Don’t care.“
It’s kind of cruel. Not what she says, no, that’s just Chaeryeong like you know her. It’s how it reminds you of the Chaeryeong you don’t know. And it shouldn’t bother you, not with the world outside collapsed into a void and her wrecked against you and the warmth you both share. It should be enough.
But there’s a message in a bottle, and it undeniably has your name on it. Or she wouldn’t have asked yesterday. And you could try to ignore it, and just throw it away when she’s not looking and act like you know no better and you never find out why she left and let it eat at you every single day and let it ruin your fucking—
“Are you going to tell me why you left?“ you ask, stopping the idle patterns you were tracing on her thigh, going dead still.
She freezes too.
“Did you read the message I left?“ she asks, voice thin.
“The one in the bottle?“
“I knew you were lying,” she answers, with only half a smile. She gets up from your lap, turns your back towards you and starts walking towards your bathroom. “Give me a minute. I’m not having this conversation with cum on my face.“
You don’t try to stop her. You just wait for her, find your pants and get somewhat dressed again, settling back into the couch when you hear the faucet stop running and the door open again.
She emerges eventually, her skin wiped clean, any trace of the revelation you just shot onto her face removed. She sits down, next to you instead of on top of you, a little further tucked into the corner than before.
“So? Did you read it?“ she asks again, staring blankly ahead, undecipherable.
You stop looking at her. Sigh, rub your eyes. “No.“
“Why not?“ she follows up, her voice breaking a little. It’s hard to stop yourself from derailing the conversation.
You think about lying, and then about the consequences of instantly being caught lying, because Chaeryeong could always tell and the truth comes out easier than you expected it to anyways. “I wasn’t sure if I could still believe you’d ever return if I read it,“ you say, shaking your head. “I don’t think I could handle that.“
You turn slightly towards her.
She nods. Pulls her knees up to her torso, and rests her cheek on them, turning towards you. “Can it stay that way?“
It’s the kind of question that needs time to think about. What exactly is the question asking, what is the full context, what happens if “it“ does not stay “that“ way?
When the silence stretches past a point she can bear, she starts to retreat.
“You know what, never mind,“ she crumbles. “That’s an insane thing to ask, obviously it can’t,“ she rambles, unfolding like she’s about to give up, obvious in the fake smile you’ve managed to see through ever since first learning about it. She unfolds slightly like she’s about to bolt for the door—the nuclear option. “You can read it, obviously you’d want to—“
“Can you just chill the fuck out for a moment?“ you intervene. You grab her wrist. It’s cliche, but you’d rather be cliche and hold her here now then let her walk out.
She stops.
“What happens if I read it?“ You look at her, grip unwavering.
She can’t meet your gaze. She tries, but she can’t. She just mumbles a couple of words. “I’ll probably cry again.“
It’s a simple reason, one that doesn’t really let you know anything specific, but when it comes to Chaeryeong, do you really need more to listen to her?
“Why?“
Her eyes manage to reach yours. “I don’t want you to see that version of me,“ she answers. “Because once you do, that’s all I’m afraid you’ll see.“
The room is very still around you. You swallow the questions coming up in your throat, the parts of you that want to pry anyway, and allow the truth to stay in her chest for now.
She trembles in your wrist, you sigh and release your grip. She doesn’t move away.
“I’m not asking you to just—let it go forever,” she says, hands clutched to her chest. “I just need it to come from me. Not who I was. When I’m ready, if you can wait for me.“
A single laugh—breathy and pushed through your nose—escapes you, and it’s almost a cosmic joke. If you can wait for her. You look at her, this idiot of a woman you've been losing in small increments for three years, who showed up in a convenience store at midnight and walked back into your life like she'd only stepped out for a moment, who is sitting here trembling with her hands clutched to her chest asking if you can wait for her like she genuinely doesn't know the answer.
“Idiot.”
She looks genuinely staggered by this. “What?“
“I have kept the one thing that could give me closure on you locked away for three years—maybe would have been locked away until the day I fucking died if you hadn’t shown up—only to be able to hope that I could see you again one day,“ you ramble, voice growing as you stand up and face her.
She blinks, searching across your face, something fragile inside of her breaking.
This could be temporary. A mistake, a pattern that might repeat itself, a karmic miscalculation that will cause you to be locked in an endless repeating chase of losing and finding and losing and finding her again. There’s a real chance hurt is waiting on the other side of the door, and there’s no way of knowing until you figure out why she even left in the first place.
But that doesn’t matter. It’s worth it, for the moments where Chaeryeong fits into your arms, however fleeting or forever.
“What makes you think I can’t wait for you to be ready to tell me, you idiot?“
She looks at you like she’s experiencing every possible emotion all at once with just a slight tinge of disbelief heavier in the mix, eyebrows pinching together upwards.
A laugh gets stifled by her, then resurfaces louder, and she lovingly calls you an asshole. Then, as if genuinely blindsided by it, her eyes fill and stray tears slowly fall down her face, blinking like she can’t quite account for where they came from, hands scurrying to her cheeks to wipe them away with yet another laugh and even more shocked “What the fuck?“
You let it all happen. The laughing, the crying, the attempts to get it under control. She succeeds, eventually. Mostly succeeds. There’s still evidence of it in both the corners of her eyes as well as the corners of her lips, and when she finally looks back up at you, she looks slightly mortified and slightly luminous, entirely a wreck.
“Don’t you dare,“ she says, her eyebrows furrowed at you and her head tilting downwards mockingly.
“Excuse me?“
“You did this.“
“I did?“
She drops her hands. Looks at you with wet eyes and the most unguarded expression you've ever seen on her face in twenty something years of knowing her.
One of your hands wraps around her waist, the other grabs her hand. You close the distance. Not urgent, not desperate, nothing like when three years came crashing down at once. Just your hands finding her, and you kissing her slowly. Like you have the time for it now. She doesn’t let you pull back the first time you try, just pushing further into your space.
When you eventually do end up separate, the first couple of minutes is just spent staring into each other's eyes, even as you move back to sitting on the couch, her making her comfortable in your lap for a third time.
She bites back a laugh and speaks first: “Okay, so, since we’re already just saying embarrassing shit,“ she says, stops, bites her bottom lip with a full smile and her eyes filled with the same joy. “I have a confession to make.“
“Okay?“ you say, hesitantly. This could go anywhere.
“I actually could have arrived here like half an hour earlier.“ She stops to twist her mouth, eyes flickering everywhere and back at you rapidly. “But when you asked to see me, I went home first. I literally changed outfits because I thought it'd be smart to wear these.“ She flexes her thighs, places her hands on them, drawing your full focus to the fabric taut on her pale thighs. “I didn’t think jeans would be of much assistance.“
You choke out a laugh. “You were already out and went back home just to change for me?“
“I saw the way you looked at me yesterday,” she retorts, but her fingers find your chin and pull you back to her mouth before you can comment.
She nips your lower lip, laugh muffled. “You’d be less assertive if I wore jeans, is what I’m saying. Probably wouldn’t find the courage to fuck my face like you did.”
You consider the counterfactual. There’s no universe where you don’t want her, but the comparison of both images in your head, side by side, has you inclined to agree.
“You might be on to something,“ you agree with a slight smirk.
“Thank god I still have what it takes to make you pathetic,“ she preens, twisting her shoulders to show off. “In fact—“ she tugs at your shirt, pulling you in until you are close enough to count her lashes, “I think we should see exactly how much these new socks help you lose composure.“
You try to kiss her, but she stops you with one finger. Instead, she stands up, not bothering to fix her skirt that’s been riding up. “I’m going to your bedroom,“ she says, walking around the coffee table swaying her hips, knowing damn well where you’d look. “I’m going to take off everything except these socks. You can join me after you’ve cleaned up here.“ She stops right before stepping into the hallway, looks over at you and speaks a final time: ”Don’t make me start by myself, because I will.”
There’s no point to bothering with the facade of taking your time or doing this of your own volition. You sweep the half-empty coffee cups, pick up your phone, trash some scattered napkins and try your best to remove any already dried up cum that made it onto your furniture.
You realize it, then. This is just part of her play. The game. You are never, ever more adored by her than when she’s dangling a reward in front of you and watching to see how fast you shower her in attention for it.
It’s intoxicating.
You make your way to your bedroom door as fast as you possibly can, leaving a trail of stripped off clothing behind, your underwear last to fall. Everything must go, because you’re not the main character in her script unless you’re showing up naked and a little bit desperate.
You swing open the door, and the room is painted in the diffused sunlight of early afternoon, a lazy brightness you’ve never really been around for, not until it snuck in here to illuminate her.
She’s sat against the headrest of your bed, propped up by a pillow, naked except for what she promised to keep on. Reapplied black lipstick and a black choker thrown in as a bonus. One hand between her legs, you can see it barely through the gap in her shins, idly teasing herself, the other hand cupping her tits and rolling them slowly. She’s playing with herself, her pride and your arousal all at the same time.
“Wow,“ she says, in that deadpan, smug way of hers, “not even going to let me undress you, huh? That eager to rail me?“
It’s not long before you are on top of her, wrists in one hand and cunt cupped in the other. “You’re going to help me get what I want,“ you say, and she looks smug, way too smug for someone with slick running down her thighs staining your bed.
She curves her spine at your touch. You drift your hands down to the hollow of her knees, soft mesh squeezing under your grip, and you press up until she’s almost folded in half, thigh’s pressed to her chest.
You’ve got her in checkmate, a press to match it and properly breed her, and you slide in so frictionless that you almost forget you’ve both spent years molding yourselves to each other.
With a single measure thrust, you bury yourself fully in her, pushing her further up the bed, and her head rocks back into the pillow with a thunk. She curses, which turns immediately into a moan.
You can feel her thighs-socked and shaking–the rough texture digging into the sides of your chest.
There’s nothing gentle about your rhythm. It’s desperate, same as her sounds. The bed creaks to complete the symphony. Her tits bounce with every thrust, black-painted nails holding and digging into them, doing the job you can’t as you hold your steady above and next to her head.
She tries to say something, but it comes out as a punched-out “fuck—!“ that loses coherence as soon as you bottom out again. You don’t bother pretending like your sounds are any better.
She breaks first—still embarrassingly sensitive—hands flying to your shoulders, nails digging in and pressing half moons into your skin, her voice cracking as she begs for more, for harder, for anything you can still give her. “Please,“ she whimpers pathetically, “Inside—“ and you realize she’s asking for something she never has before.
“Yeah? Inside?“ you taunt back through your own nearing doom.
“Mmmhm,“ she nods, giving up on words entirely.
“Want me to fill you up, princess?“ you continue, smacking into her harder, surely bruising something. All she can do is throw her head back and look at you like she’s hoping you’ve somehow learned how to read minds. “I’m going to make you walk around full of me for the rest of the day.“
She almost sobs as she cums, a sudden and sharp gasp accompanies her whole body shaking; the vibrations and the begging for you to finish with her causing you to chase her through it, losing your own composure, your strength, your vision.
You collapse on top of her, she lets her legs wrap across your waist, holding onto you as you ride out the aftershocks. Sweat sticks together, and once you think you’ve found the strength to roll off and pull out, she tightens her legs around you, keeping you in place.
“Don’t move,“ she whispers against the shell of your ear, a hand playing with the hair on your head. “Stay inside me until you’re hard again so you can fuck another load into me.“
You don’t talk about much except the feeling of your cock going soft inside her, the smell of her perfume, the lack of proper interior decoration you’ve done in the time she was gone, and then the feeling of your cock slowly stiffening up inside her again.
She rolls her hips when she feels it, speeding the process along. “I want lots of kissing this time,“ she clarifies. It’s a simple order. It’s so soft, and normal, and mundane you don’t realize nobody has even said it until after you’d let it slip.
“I love you, princess.“
Her head falls back into the pillow, she bites her fingertip, and smiles like she was waiting for that.
“I love you, too,“ she hums, kisses you with lots of tongue, and rocks her hips into you to make sure you’re as connected as physics would allow.
It’s hard not to oblige, taking her breath away as you restart with a softer pace.
—
There’s a message in a bottle, and it has your name on it. It’s gone largely ignored for a week now. You’ve made plans with Chaeryeong to throw it out—or at least, just the message inside—today.
She’s been with you every day for the past week, effortlessly slotting back into your life, and you into her new one. The make-up stays dark most days of the week, but some days she lets you see her in red.
A lot of time has been spent on making up for any of it you’ve lost, though. It’s impossible to keep your hands off of each other.
One day, she wakes you up with your cock in her mouth, hoping to have a slow morning, only to find out you can’t skip work and ends up being so frustrated for the rest of the day that she can’t stop herself from spending her entire lunch break in a disgusting bathroom sending you videos of herself dripping, making sure you know you’re expected to get even.
On another day, she texts you that she’s got her nails done, and asks if you want to see only to send a video of her playing with her pussy from the back. You showed her you still have the handcuffs she bought you that evening.
All she cares about is making sure you still are infatuated with her.
Hard to deny, considering the events. So, today, you text her the moment you leave work to let her know you’re on your way. If all is well, she’ll have taken care of things.
She’s already waiting for you when you get home to your little lover's nest. She’s got her hands behind her back, holding something.
As soon as you step inside, she plants a kiss on your cheek, and reveals her little secret.
There’s a present in her hands, with your name on it.
“I wrapped it in a way I thought you’d like,“ she says. Green, with blue ribbons on it, shaped like a bottle.
You take it from her hands and start unwrapping it–revealing a bottle of whiskey you told her about.
She stays quiet while you read the label, connecting the dots, and then she tucks herself under your arm, her favorite spot. She always did prefer watching you discover things she already knew you’d love, and says: “I found it screaming at me.”
Power Ranjerk ft. Wonyoung, Karina, Sullyoon, Yuna
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“Wow! What a night!”
You walked alone, coming home from the most prestigious music awards night in South Korea. Your eardrums are still buzzing from the noise, the screaming crowds, the lights, and most importantly, the idol's amazing performances.
“As expected, a lot of artists are there.” You scrolled through your albums.
In just a night, your phone's memory storage is completely cooked. Stacks of fancams, memories you’ll cherish, and some photos you’ll post later on.
“Wonyoung looks so good— wow, look at Yujin– Damn Giselle too…”
There’s a lot, a mix of idols from other groups.
Boom!
“Whoa! What the fuck!?” Your heart jumped in surprise. The sudden blast caused you to lose your phone.
“Oh shi–” You fumbled wildly before barely catching it against your chest.
“What the hell is that?”
You scanned the surroundings, but there were no signs of fire, not even a hint of the explosion.
It sounds close, there’s no way it was just your imagination; someone must have heard it too—but there’s no one.
“...”
“Is this street always this quiet?”
You wait for a second, your mind slips into thoughts about that explosion and the absence of people.
“Oh? There’s a person over there. Hey! Hey, did you hear the explosion too? Damn, do you know what it is?” You approached the figure—a man.
But, he didn’t even turn around.
“I should have just run away, right? Like a normal person would do.” You speak through your mind.
That damn phone messed you up. Your idols are basically worth risking your life.
“...”
The man didn’t even flinch when you asked him a question.
“Hey…”
After a few more seconds, you decided to leave him alone.
A few steps away from him, he speaks.
“Boobs…”
“W-what the— what a pervert.” He doesn’t respond to you, and the first word you hear from him is boobs.
“I WANT BOOBS!”
“Aish! Sir, get some bitch out there if you really want it badly.” He didn’t even need to scream for it.
“BOOBS!!”
He’s hopeless.
“I don’t have time to— hey! Stop– WAAAHHH!!” You turned around and walked, but just a few seconds later, he grabbed your wrist.
What you saw after you turned around was something you never thought you would ever see.
A faceless man —no, it was more like a rotting face.
“WAAHHHH!!! LET ME GO!” You shook your hand to free your wrist, but he’s too strong for you.
“BOOBS!”
“I DON’T HAVE FUCKING BOOBS, YOU IDIOT!” You smacked his face, and he fell on his back.
You didn’t want to settle it with violence, but you’re too scared to even look at him, because there’s simply nothing to look at.
“Boob— RAAAHHH!” He angrily yelled at you.
“WAHHH! SOMEONE HELP— HUH?”
Suddenly, there’s a blinding light.
“AHHH!”
What an escalation of happenings.
From the awards show, then to the explosion, and now to heaven?
“...”
“Huh? What happened? W-where is he!?”
The creepy faceless man disappeared.
“W-what the hell?”
The strangest things happened right after another.
“...”
“I should head home.” You hurriedly walked.
*****
At your home, you locked everything you could to feel secure. That faceless man could appear at any moment, just as he had earlier.
You can’t even eat properly, your hand keeps trembling in fear that the faceless man may pop suddenly.
“Aish, even that kimchi resembled him.”
You’ve checked the social media, hoping to get some clues regarding that explosion. You’re not worried about yourself; you’re worried about your idols since the explosion sounds near the awards show venue. But there’s nothing.
“Hey, Junho, did you hear an explosion earlier? Huh? No? W-what!? I don’t smoke, I’m not on crack right now. Whatever dude. Stay safe. There might be a faceless man suddenly grab you ‘cause I did— what? I’m not drunk— you know what? Bye.” You called your friend who went with you earlier, and yet, he didn’t even hear a thing about that explosion.
There’s no ruckus, no sirens, so you conclude that it must be just your hallucinations—
No, that faceless man is real.
“Fucking scary.” You muttered.
You closed your eyes, trying to let those strange, unfortunate things go away with the night. You wished for sweet dreams in exchange for that bad luck.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Are you sure it’s him?”
“Why does Sullyoon always doubt us? Me, Wonyoung, Pretty sure it’s him, I can feel the bad spirit in him.”
“What spirit possessed him?”
“The faceless boob man. That ”
“What are they talking about?” You’re still half asleep, so you heard them mumbling.
“Yuna-ya, wake him up.”
“HIP– SLAP!”
Smack!
“AW!” You instantly woke up.
“H-huh? Robbers?”
“...”
“HUH!!?”
They weren't robbers, they were idols! But, not just idols, they're the ones you just watched a few hours ago.
“We're not robbers, we're…”
“POWER RANJERK!” They said in unison.
“POWE—WHAT THE FUCK!?”
That’s absurd, but you didn’t get mad. Your brain processes with multiple cores when it comes to your idols.
Why would you get mad if your idols went to your home instead of coming on their show? It’s like a VVIP experience.
“A-Are you for real? This isn’t a prank? Are you really Karina? Sullyoon? Wonyoung? Yuna?” You rubbed your eyes. This might be an illusion, but their beauty is as gorgeous as you've ever seen.
“Yes.” They respond in sync.
“Wow…” You can’t help but admire them.
“...”
“Wow….”
This was the closest you’ve ever gotten.
“H-How did you get it?” You looked over the door; it’s still locked, no signs of breaking in.
“We infiltrate through your walls,” Wonyoung said, pointing at the west side wall.
But it’s completely fine.
“It’s… intact. What do you mean?”
“You can call it some kind of astral projection,” Yuna explained, her figure keeps blinking as if she’s a ghost—
“Wait! You’re a ghost?”
“No, we are…” Yuna’s waiting for something.
“POWER RANJERK!” She’s waiting for the girls to join her.
“Aghh!” Your brain hurts.
“Is the spirit trying to occupy his body!?” Sullyoon stepped back and switched to fighting position.
“I don’t think so…” Karina squints her eyes.
“My brain hurts— do you think I’ll believe that!?”
“Oh…” Wonyoung whimpered.
She’s too cute.
“I–I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s a natural reaction. Let me explain what we are and why we’re here.” Karina crossed her arms; you can’t help but look at her poking breast.
Karina’s breasts are the best.
“We’re… POWER RANJE–”
“I knew that already!” It might be the third time for the day.
“Oh… yeah? We are idols who have special powers to keep peace. You’re possessed by a loose bad spirit, so we’re here to take care of you.” Karina explained.
You’re not a pervert, but seeing her up close, you can’t move your eyes away from her breasts. It’s hypnotizing.
“...”
“Is he dead?” Yuna tilts her head.
“BOOBS!” You shouted while staring at Karina’s ballistics.
“I— uhhh— Sorry! I didn’t mean to say it— it’s suddenly just come out of my mouth! I swear!” You apologized, bowing your head.
For a split second, it feels like someone is in control of you.
“We understand, it’s that spirit,” Wonyoung said.
“Fucker— oh? Sorry.” Wonyoung sounds terrifying, but apologized right away.
“That spirit called you flat, right?” Sullyoon nudged her.
“You’re the one who let him out.” Wonyoung flashed Sullyoon an intimidating expression, which caused Sullyoon to hide behind Yuna.
“It must be a lot for you to process.” Karina stepped forward.
“Yes… a lot…” You’re staring at Karina’s breast again.
“W-wait! What spirit are you talking about!? Is the explosion earlier somehow connected to this?” They might have the answer that you’ve been looking for.
“Explosion? You heard that?” Wonyoung took a step forward as well.
“...”
“NO BOOBS!” You shouted.
“You fucker!” Wonyoung just pulled a laser gun out of nowhere.
“Wonyoung, Wait!!! It’s not him! It’s the bad spirit!” Yuna and Sullyoon hold Wonyoung on both sides.
“I KNOW! BUT I HAVE BOOBS TOO! DON’T MAKE KARINA THE STANDARD! YOU STUPID SPIRIT!” She’s rampaging.
“I don’t know what’s happening! Sorry! I’m so sorry!” You clasp your hand, pleading for Wonyoung’s forgiveness.
“The loose spirit who broke out is the Faceless Boob Man…” Karina explained. No wonder she’s unbothered about the chaos that the other three girls are in because she has a lot.
“Faceless Boob Man…” You repeat what she said.
What a scary name.
“The jar that held the spirit captive was accidentally broken by Sullyoon—” Karina resumed.
“Sorry.” Sullyoon butts in.
“I believe you saw a man with a rotten face… the legend said that his face was cut sideways as a punishment; he was still yet to get what he wanted, so he became a bad spirit.” Karina’s finally done explaining.
“That’s creepy horny.” You got goosebumps.
A bad spirit who’s looking for boobs, what an unfortunate life he had. He didn’t even get what he wanted, the boobs.
“So, did he want to have some boobs himself?” You asked them.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Wonyoung, are you sure the faceless boob man possessed him? Is it not the pussy brain spirit who rots the brain of their victim? Because he’s dumb.” Yuna looks unimpressed.
“He’s not bright.” Wonyoung shook her head.
“He doesn’t want to have boobs himself; the spirit wants to feel the boobs instead.” Karina remained calm for a reason.
You kept staring at her boobs.
“Should I exorcise him?” Yuna steps in.
“The spirit wanted boobs.” Sullyoon put a hand on her shoulder.
“It’s like comparing hills to mountains.” Wonyoung scoffed, knowing that she wasn’t alone.
“I feel like we already knew who would take care of him.” Karina stood straight.
“Tie.” She whispered.
Then, in a sudden, invisible force, your body plopped onto the bed. Both of your arms were raised and tied by an unseen rope to the headboard. Your ankle was also tied up.
In just a second, your body is instantly subdued.
“Yamete—”
“Wrong country, idiot.” Karina straddled your stomach.
“Ohh..” You let out an amused moan.
You can’t see her face; it’s blocked by her massive bazookas.
“Hey, Sully, look at his crotch, it’s getting hard,” Yuna whispered, but you can hear them.
It’s embarrassing, in front of your idols, you got a hard-on.
“Take a picture, send to stick nation.” Sullyoon and Yuna slapped each other's hands. You can tell they’re having fun.
“Should we begin?” Karina asked you a question that you didn’t even know what for.
“What? What are you gonna do?”
“Before the spirit takes over your body, we’ll give him what he wants as early as possible, so you won’t suffer.” Karina reached the hem of her top.
“W-wha– BOOBS!” There it is, the spirit talked once again through your mouth.
“The faceless boob man… the only way to stop it… Face—boob—man.”
Karina swiftly took her top off, then instantly removed her underwear too, throwing it on the lampshade.
The most famous peaks in the world, namely Mount Everest, Fiji, K2, Kangchenjunga, and Toblerone.
But there it is, in front of you.
The bright pink buds were placed in the middle of her pink crater, which is located in a massive twin of snowy mountains.
“...”
It’s simply amazing.
“His boner’s twitching,” Yuna commented.
“It’s the spirit, trying to escape his body through his dick,” Sullyoon responds.
“No… he’s just horny.” Wonyoung shut their assumptions.
“...”
“So… are you just going to stare at it?” Karina dropped her body lightly.
Those twin milkers were just mere inches away from your face.
“Be a Greek, stick your tongue out, and enjoy the grapes hanging in front of you.” Karina purred.
You wonder if it’s fine.
But those cherries are too tempting.
You just watched her perform hours ago, and now her breasts hung in front of you.
“Ahs fah-meh,” You said.
“What did he say?” Sullyoon whispered to Yuna.
Then Google Translate suddenly speaks on the phone.
“Let’s eat.”
“Ahhh!” Karina moaned when you flicked her nipples with your tongue.
You sucked it violently, switching sides, left nip to right nip.
You get it, why she called it grapes, because it tastes great.
“Yes! Just like that! Eat it! Eat my boobs! That’s what you wanted, then take it! Leave this boy alone after!” She shouts.
She grabbed your head and pressed it deeper into her breast.
You’ve never thought of taking swimming classes since you don’t plan on swimming anyway, but right now, you wish you took it; you’re simply drowning in between her massive, wavy tits.
“Ahh! Ahh! Yes~” Karina’s enjoying it, her buds hardened in your tongue.
Sucked. Sucked. Sucked.
“Why does Karina sound like she’s the one possessed?” Sullyoon’s intrigued.
Being an Orbit is essentially a state of constant free fall.
Back in 2016 I met a girl that will forever change the trajectory of my life.
Back then I was confused, alone, and unsure what the future holds for someone like me. Insecurity has been the backbone of my existence. It is what pushes me and what holds me back.
I remember it Vividly. Her visual was unlike any I have ever laid my eyes on. Her voice, her presence, her color, her personality, and her light; it all infinitely captivated me.
Then comes the missing piece in a pair. The woman whose energy just screams whimsy whenever she’s Around You. Loyal, hardworking, present, loving, and strong; it endlessly provided me with hope.
What if it then gets incredibly real? And the one that helps you see a future filled with awe Let Me In that vision; a world filled with love, and care, and ambition.
Now I’m invested. Now I’m bound to commit—or else I’ll have to tell the opportunity to Kiss Later and lose on the development of a woman who started young and had to face countless adversities; it makes me want to root for her.
Why wouldn’t you support a group of individuals with the shared dream of making it big someday? Telling each other Everyday I Love You because they really only have each other to share those heavy burdens with; it aches my heart whenever she endures the burden on her own—far from her family, far from her own home.
Their arrival caused an Eclipse and no other light was able to pierce through. Imagine that; in a universe filled with stars constructing constellations that takes shape in many forms they think I’m one of the bright lights that stood out even in their darkness; a sentiment so profound it continues to elude me.
And whenever life forms clouds and I have no choice but to stand in it Singing in the Rain, their voices harmonize with mine. How can you not fall? The passion, the love, and our pain; it coincides and it feels like we’re reliant on each other.
Then I just run. I run. I trust what I know, and offer my Love Cherry Motion in this ever moving world. These women whose eyes were sparkling at every single opportunity to interact with us; decided that we mutually yearn for each other.
Admittedly. This kind of attraction for me is new. They became the apple of my eye and I just can’t stop having them run in my mind on loop. They shared their lives; lives that were raw, authentic, and true. Who does that?
The things they do will cause any corporate body a Heart Attack because it’s just out of this world how real they are. The energy they bring in everything they share exceeds what is expected of them; yet they continue to be thankful towards our efforts and sometimes forget that they’re exerting so much of their own.
And that’s why they became my One and Only. I have never seen or experienced a bond created between us that’s this close, this special, and this connected. The butterfly effect ripples through every fiber of my being; extending, reflecting, and refracting every bit of my life.
I don’t like being an Egoist. But I was there from the start and I’ve stuck with them until now. Unwavering. Standing strong. Loyal. When everyone was too busy choosing a path; I was busy paving my own road.
Falling Into Orbit is a difficult endeavor. You are constantly free, falling for them over and over and over again—deeper in love every time. You are constantly—free falling the depths of depression empathetic of their injustices.
I want to continue Falling Into Orbit. It is the only journey I know.
Part of my Star Trek NSFW series. See my masterlist for more chapters.
9909 words.
Starring: Kazuha, Asa, Bae, Momo, Chaewon, and Wonyoung.
Warning: This is NSFW and features explicit scenes.
"What do you think it means?" Kazuha asked Asa while staring at a blinking blue light. It flashed rapidly in sets of three, and sometimes wouldn't flash for a few seconds.
"Hm." Asa looked at the datapad in her hand, it had all the codes for what the flashing lights meant in these maintenance corridors. However, it didn't have this one, or the light was malfunctioning in such a way that the pattern made no sense.
"I... Uh... Hm..." Asa mumbled, brushing her black bobcut hair back behind her ear. "Nakamura, if I didn't know better, I'd say it's broken!" Asa declared, turning to look at Kazuha. With a nod of agreement, Kazuha threw her hands up and sighed.
"At least we can say we tried," Kazuha smiled, patting Asa on the shoulder. "After all, it's the effort that counts, right?" The pair of them turned away from the light and started toward a ladder, which Kazuha had become quite the expert at sliding down instead of using the rungs.
"You have to teach me how you do that, Nakamura," Asa called down to her. Kazuha looked up with two thumbs raised and waited for her fellow redshirt to join her at the bottom.
Clang, clang, clang. Asa's boots caused a tinny ring as she carefully climbed down and skipped the last three to jump onto her feet. "Ta-da!" Asa said, presenting herself with her hands.
"Very nice, oo la la," Kazuha said in an exaggerated French accent. Asa held her hands down to her sides like a runway model, and then began to step down the corridor with her boots ringing on the grates. "That's it, strut, show it off!" Kazuha said.
Asa whipped around, striking a pose with a hand on her hip and one on the back of her head. She began to strut toward Kazuha, shaking her hair while she did it. "Yeah, take ALL my credits!" Kazuha cheered, making a motion with her hands like she was throwing money at Asa.
"Nakamura, Enami, report to my ready room in twenty minutes," Karina's voice echoed through the corridor. Asa and Kazuha looked at each other, tightening their lips and scrunching their faces in unison.
"Will do, captain," Kazuha said with a tap on her comm badge. "Ugggggggggggggggh, we're going on another away mission to that butthole planet we've been orbiting, aren't we? The place LOOKS like a butthole, even," Kazuha said out loud. Asa sighed, and then rolled her eyes.
"That's why we're redshirts," Asa said, "we take it up the butt, and then we get shoved headfirst up the butt."
Karina's voice cut through again the moment Asa had stopped talking. "Nakamura, Enami, your comm badges are still on," said Karina in a terse tone that made both of them grimace.
"Uh." Kazuha's brain began to crash like a computer bank being hit by disruptor fire.
"We'll talk about that language in the ready room," said Karina.
The comm line closed, and Kazuha turned to the wall, banging her forehead against a bulkhead. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she said, banging against it gently until there was a red mark above her eyes.
"Can't be any worse than Winter getting caught last week busting a fat nut off in the Jefferies Tube." Asa placed her hands on Kazuha's shoulders and pulled her away from the wall, pushing her forward and down the corridor.
"Ensign Kim was beating her, I mean his, wait." The corner of Kazuha's lip curled in confusion. "Kim is an Anjullian, right?" Kazuha asked.
"Uh, yeah, I think so," replied Asa as they rounded a corner and passed by Minnie and Ryujin at a control panel, both looking like they were busy with something.
"So Kim has a cock AND a kitty," Kazuha said.
"Don't call it that." Asa rolled her eyes.
"Call it what?"
"Kitty, so childish."
Kazuha raised her hands and curled her fingers like a cat's claws, then gave a REEOW and scratched playfully at Asa.
"Speaking of dicks in pussies," Kazuha blurted out, "you coming to the holodeck later?"
"Holodeck?" Asa stopped in her tracks, hands behind her back, eyebrow raised with intense curiosity. Her head leaned forward, turned to the side slightly as if she wanted to hear what was happening.
"I built a new program," Kazuha said with a very exaggerated wink. "I call it Mandingos in Space." Kazuha placed an arm around Asa's shoulders, waving her free hand out as if presenting some invisible banner.
"Mandingos in Space?" Asa smirked, and then started to giggle.
"Let's just say that a little birdy on the bridge showed me how to disable the protocols that keep things PG."
"I'm sure they did, and I'm even more sure you spent a ridiculous amount of time on your program."
"Oh baby, you have no idea." Kazuha smirked, and then skipped forward.
Asa followed her, and they came to a turbolift. "Two for the bridge," Asa said to the computer. The turbolift hissed as it shot upward, ascending multiple floors in seconds.
"You don't have to say anything other than bridge, you know," Kazuha told her.
"Shush," said Asa. The door opened and the bridge was before them. Asa and Kazuha took a couple steps into it when Asa had the sudden realization that the bridge had a distinct smell. Most of the ship smelled like coolant, or hot circuitry, or duranium alloys.
But the bridge, it smelled like French toast. "Kazuha," Asa said, sniffing the air. "It smells like French toast," she said. Kazuha began to sniff as well, her eyes narrowing.
"Yeah, it does!" said Kazuha. They were both paused on the ramp along the far side, both taking in the delicious scent.
Miyeon turned to face them, hands behind her back like usual, legs spaced a bit. "Nakamura, Enami, the captain is waiting," Miyeon's steely voice said to them.
Kazuha and Asa walked over to the ready room door and pressed the button to be let inside. On the table they saw a gigantic candle, which was the source of the smell. "Good galaxies, captain, are you trying to make us all hungry?" Asa said.
"Sit down." Karina had her back turned to them, facing a window where she watched the planet outside. Asa exchanged a glance with Kazuha, who grimaced and sat down gingerly.
"We sent an away team down to the planet and haven't heard anything since their last report sixteen hours ago." Karina turned around to face most of the bridge officers, looking at each one while speaking.
"By Starfleet regulations, we should've sent an away team at fourteen hours, which is the maximum allowed timeframe to await a report. Multiple attempts to reach the away team have been unsuccessful. Chief Myoi is assembling a second away team." Karina pulled her chair out and sat down at last, looking at Mina.
Mina, always on the shy and quiet side, inhaled deeply before she picked up a datapad. "I've come up with a plan that I believe will help u-" she started.
"Miss Myoi, please speak up a little louder, I can barely hear you," Karina said.
Inhaling again, Mina stood up and straightened out her red uniform. "I've put together a plan that will allow us to cover more ground. We've tried to track their comm badges, but they're either turned off or destroyed, so we have no choice but to use the manual scanning systems." Mina's voice was now louder, stronger, and she spoke high enough for everyone to hear.
"However, the atmosphere of the planet is making it impossible for us to scan from the ship, so we'll be forced to use shuttlecraft, surface skimmers, and gravcycles. The crafts are all-" Mina was interrupted a second time.
"Did you say... Gravcycles?" Kazuha asked. She leaned over the table a bit, listening intently.
Mina sighed, hanging her head a bit. "Yes, Nakamura. But I'm reminding you, you're still on probation after the last incident with a gravcycle."
"Chief, it's not my fault that the Venom bridge crew decided they wanted to race on Calardii. Hirai and Minatozaki insulted the honor of the Black Mamba and they insulted the captain," Kazuha ranted on until Karina's brow furrowed and she looked at her.
"What did they say?" Karina's stiff voice cut through Kazuha's defense of herself.
"They uh," Kazuha started, tugging at the collar of her shirt nervously. "They said the ship has no soul and that you uh... You uh... They said you wouldn't be able to ride a gravcycle for long because you have no ass."
"Really?" Karina said curiously. "That's interesting, considering their captain is flatter than this table."
It felt like the air had been let out of the room, sucked out into the vacuum of space. Kazuha and Asa covered their faces with their hands, stifling their laughter.
"Chief, let's get that team put together and tracking down the others. I don't want them to spend another night on that planet, not after the reports we got from them before the communications stopped."
"Aye, captain," Mina said. She turned immediately to Asa and Kazuha. "Go get your away kits, the long patrol ones," Mina ordered to both of them. The two of them were dismissed and gathered their things, meeting in a hangar on the lower decks.
"You'll need to change into these," said Mina, handing uniforms to the away team. They were jungle green suits with brown sleeves and reinforced legs. "The planet is a jungle, a hot one. These suits will keep you from overheating, but it's still going to be hot."
A couple redshirts wheeled out a rack full of phaser rifles and pistols. "What are those?" Asa asked, looking at the long camouflaged rifles. She picked one up, thinking it looked nothing like a standard phaser rifle.
"New ship, new weapons. Starfleet sent us out with these and orders to test them at any given chance, even just target shooting." Mina picked one up, examining the sleek and slender ergonomics.
"You'll be the first ones in Starfleet history to carry them onto a planet." Mina handed the rifle to Kazuha, who looked it over and felt she didn't need any training. Everything was right where it should be, and highly intuitive. "Don't lose my rifles, ladies," Mina said with a short glare.
The runabout with a gravcycle loaded in the back started out of the hangar, and a short time later was rumbling through a turbulent atmosphere. "Systems are going nuts!" Momo said from the pilot's seat.
Asa and Kazuha were strapped into the seats behind her, watching the screens flashing, lights blinking, and then the alarms began to go off. "Warning! Warning! Warning!" the computer repeated in five second intervals.
"We've lost thrusters, shields are barely online," Momo said to the co-pilot.
"We can divert from life support until we make it through the atmosphere," Bae said.
"What are we going to breathe, genius?" Kazuha called out.
"Life support is the only system with enough power to keep the shields up. If we don't divert power now we're not going to be breathing in the next two minutes!"
Momo groaned, pressing a few buttons that diverted the power to the shields. "Slow down your breathing, hold it as long as you can," Bae said. The air had already gone thin after a few minutes, and all four were spacing out their breaths as far as they humanly could.
"We're almost through," Momo said. The runabout felt like it was going to tear apart at any moment. Asa turned to look at the hull, which she swore was rippling, but upon blinking rapidly it returned to normal. Kazuha clutched the armrests of her chair, closing her eyes.
Bae felt her eyes twitching, chest heaving, and then slumped over the console gasping for air. Momo breathed deeply, taking in almost no air. She fell forward, caught by the safety harness of the chair. Her fat tits rested against the edge of the console.
Kazuha turned to see Asa had passed out, and she felt herself not far behind. Then the ship stopped struggling and steadied out, but nobody was conscious at the helm to restore power back to life support.
The buckle of her harness clicked free and Kazuha fell forward onto the floor of the runabout. Her hands reached out, clawing to pull her slender body forward between struggling gasps for air. Her hand raised to the console, but she couldn't pull herself up.
Blindly, she felt around the console. She found herself feeling beyond thankful that they had blind keys, physical buttons she could feel and press. Life support was the tenth one down, and restoring power to it meant finding the larger third button from the left in the top row.
Kazuha's hand flopped around, fingers feeling stiff as she found the DIVERT button and struggled to depress it until she heard the beep. Just as she began to pass out, seeing darkness in her eyes, she found the tenth button down and pressed it with immense difficulty.
"Life support activated," the computer said.
Kazuha rolled onto her back, sucking in air with her chest lifting up and down. Momo snapped back in her chair. Asa slowly stirred. Bae, however, needed immediate attention. Kazuha crawled on all fours to a medkit, yanking it from the wall and flipping it open.
She crawled back and placed a hypospray to Bae's neck. The hypospray hissed and Bae shot up screaming, flailing around until she fell out of her chair.
"Specialist!" Kazuha shouted at Bae, pinning her in place with her hands to stop her flailing. "Life support is back on, you're okay now!" she said. Bae panted, looking around at a spinning room.
"The runabout!" Bae's eyes widened and she struggled back into her chair. "Ensign!" she shouted at Momo, who was barely conscious and struggling to move.
"Warning, planet surface approaching rapidly," the computer said.
"Switching to manual mode," Bae groaned, looking at the console that was a blur. "Nakamura, can you see straight?" Bae asked, shaking her head side to side.
"Yeah, kinda," Kazuha replied.
"Hit the manual override for flight control," Bae said.
Kazuha staggered to her feet, looking down at the console. Her finger hovered over the button just as the planet's surface began to rise up and meet the runabout.
"Override activated."
Bae grabbed the controls and pulled up hard, sending Kazuha tumbling over backward into the very back of the runabout along with Asa, who had just stood up. They were stopped by the gravcycle, clutching ahold of it as it slammed into the rear door.
"Thrusters, thrusters," Bae said, trying to find the button that would re-fire the thrusters so she could regain some altitude. Still seeing doubles, even triples, Bae pressed a swirling button that she thought said THRUST.
The back door of the runabout opened, the gravcycle slid out with Kazuha and Asa still clutching it. "Ooooohhhh shi-" Asa shouted as they plunged downward in freefall.
"Asa! The gravcycle!" Kazuha screamed. Asa had ahold of the left handlebar, clinging to it for dear life as they fell faster and faster. She swung over the seat, trying to figure out how to start it. Kazuha gripped the rear seat, pulling herself into it.
"On the right, the switch, then the big orange button!" Kazuha shouted over the roaring air rushing through their ears. She clicked her seatbelt into place, and Asa flipped the switch. Kazuha tapped her shoulder and pulled on Asa's safety harness.
With only a kilometer left, Asa clicked the harness in place and pressed the orange button. The gravcycle roared to life, engines whirring, thrusters stabilizing it just a meter from the ground. The gravcycle kissed the dirt softly, then bounced into place where it hovered about a meter above it.
Kazuha sat back, panting with stars in her eyes. Asa leaned forward, laying over the handlebars in an attempt to slow her pounding heart. They had landed in a clearing, one by a dense forest. Asa looked over her shoulder at Kazuha, trading relieved smiles with each other.
"Good job, Kazuha!" Asa panted, feeling her pulse and breathing stabilizing a bit.
"I'm going to make you a legend when we get back to the ship." Kazuha breathed rapidly.
From the forest came a deafening roar, and then the thundering of heavy footsteps. "What is that?" Asa asked out loud, seeing the long, tooth-lined snout of something resembling a dinosaur.
"It's your cue to get us moving!" Kazuha urged her, turning in her seat to reach for the storage bags that had their gear in them. She pulled out one of the new phaser rifles, flipping the power supply on and aiming it at the hulking beast.
"Asa!"
"I'm trying! I've never used one of these before!" Asa shouted.
"Press the lever on the right!"
Asa saw a small thumb lever just under the right handle and pressed it inward. The gravcycle lurched forward, going almost nose-up. "Use the foot pedals!" said Kazuha.
Asa heard the first shots of the phaser rifle, and the dinosaur-thing roaring. She depressed the right pedal down and the gravcycle tilted forward, going nose-down into the dirt. "Left pedal!" Kazuha said.
Kazuha's eyes went wide as the creature charged forward with its jaws wide open. She fired wildly, but it kept coming. She flung her arms up and closed her eyes, thinking this was going to be the end as the putrid breath of the beast washed over her.
With both pedals balanced, the gravcycle steadied and zoomed forward. The open jaws snapped shut behind them, and a roar echoed out as Asa sped away across the clearing.
"We need to find or contact the runabout," Asa said, slowing down when she felt it was safe. Kazuha reached into the bag to find the flip-open communicator and a tricorder.
With the rifle over her lap, Kazuha started searching for the runabout with the tricorder. "Picking up a faint signal a few kilometers away, definitely a Starfleet vessel." Kazuha tapped a few buttons, sending the information to the center screen of the gravcycle.
Asa maneuvered the machine around to follow the map toward the signal, taking them through a forest with tall, gangly conifers and gingko trees. Above them were strange birds, and creatures on the forest floor that were devouring mouthfuls of brambles and ferns.
"You're doing good for your first time!" Kazuha said, trying to encourage Asa a bit.
"Don't distract me or we'll definitely crash!" Asa called back to her. She brought the gravcycle to a stop, hovering in place over a puddle of water that rippled.
A vibrantly colored herd of Stegosaur-type creatures appeared, catching their attention. The plates on their backs were turquoise, radiating into edges of bright orange and red. Trailing behind them were large thagomizers attached to their tails.
The herd lumbered across the forest slowly, paying almost no attention to the two outsiders except for a couple of curious lifts of their heads before moving on.
Meanwhile, at the runabout...
Bae stood in the back doorway with her arms above her, hands gripping the doorframe. She looked down, watching some strange iridescent beetles scurrying across the ground.
"It's my fault," Bae said adamantly.
"Accidents happen," Momo replied.
"Accidents are one thing, getting two members of your crew killed is another."
"We don't know that they're dead, and we're not going to know if we stay here wondering instead of searching for them."
Momo placed her hand on Bae's shoulder, peeking out to see a lush world full of greenery and vibrant colors. "How about you go run a scan for lifeforms? I'll get a tricorder and see what's in the area."
Bae reluctantly nodded and stepped back into the runabout to start a long range scan. She started to press buttons, humming something she'd heard someone on the bridge singing at some point.
"Little life-forms,
Tiny little life-forms,
Precious little life-forms."
Bae clapped her hands twice.
"Where are you, my little life-forms?"
Momo raised an eyebrow, then picked up a phaser rifle and a tricorder to step outside. The heat instantly hit her and she realized that Mina had grossly understated how hot it truly was on this planet. "Gross," Momo said, lifting her boot to see she'd stepped in some kind of jelly-like fungus.
Momo held her tricorder up and scanned the area, spinning in a full 360 until it had finished. She looked at the screen with confusion, it told her that there were a dozen humanoid lifeforms in the immediate vicinity of the runabout, but she saw nothing.
"What the." Momo ran the scan again after a short auto-calibration, thinking maybe the entry through the atmosphere had knocked the calibration off somehow.
It still read a dozen lifeforms.
Momo tucked the tricorder into its pouch on her belt and raised the rifle, sweeping the area with the attached optic. "What?" Momo asked, lowering the rifle to look at it incredulously. The optic had shown her a strange partial outline in bright red, like that of a shoulder and arm.
She raised the rifle again and focused on that spot, and whatever it was moved to reveal a head and chest peeking out from behind a tree. "Hey, Bae!" Momo called nervously.
Bae turned in her seat to look through the runabout, seeing Momo with the rifle raised, crouching in place on one knee. "What is it?" Bae asked, standing in the doorway of the runabout. Momo was aiming at something that Bae couldn't see.
"There's a dozen of them," said Momo, inching slowly toward the ship. "When I bolt for the door, close it as fast as you can."
"What is it, Hirai?" Bae asked, still unable to see anything in the dense brush and trees beyond the narrow clearing they'd set down in.
"We're surrounded," Momo whispered. She heard the distant whine of thrusters, and turned to see a gravcycle speeding over a trickling stream, coming right for them.
"It's Kazuha and Asa!" Bae said excitedly, almost jumping in place. She felt a massive weight falling from her shoulders, and another instantly replacing it as Momo looked down to her left.
A spear had flung itself out of the jungle and planted itself right beside Momo. The accuracy had been dangerously close, coming within a few centimeters of her thigh.
Momo fired blindly into the jungle, the phaser blew apart a thin palm tree and sent it toppling over. She heard frantic shouting from inside the jungle as the gravcycle closed in. "In! Get in!" Momo shouted to them, trying to wave them into the runabout.
A spear shot out in front of Asa's face so closely that she felt the air separating around it on her nose. It sent Asa into a panic and the gravcycle began to spin wildly in circles. Kazuha brought her phaser up, trying to aim at humanoid shapes through the optic.
Her thumb accidentally flipped a selector onto the highest setting, she pulled the trigger and watched with astonishment as a blue ball of crackling energy shot out.
The impact blew up a small section of the jungle about five meters wide, leveling the plants and brush where it hit. "Did you fu-" Kazuha started, but her eyes locked onto a tall, slender, black-skinned form standing at the edge of the destroyed area.
Over two and a half meters tall, clutching a spear, with a lean build and an oblong head flattened with painted ridges. Its skin was onyx black, and it wore nothing beyond a simple wrap of leather around its waist.
Asa tried to turn the gravcycle toward the runabout, but something caused it to veer off and tip over, shutting the engines down as a safety precaution. Before Kazuha and Momo could react, they were surrounded on every side.
Bae slammed the doors of the runabout shut, locking herself inside. Kazuha and Asa clicked their harnesses loose and stood up with their hands in the air. Momo laid her rifle on the ground, and the three of them were surrounded by spearpoints within centimeters of their faces and bodies.
"Can't believe she just left us like that," Asa said quietly.
"Someone has to get help." Momo placed a finger on the tip of a spear, trying to direct it away from her face.
The natives were speaking a strange language, one that the universal translator in their comm badges hadn't yet fully deciphered. Kazuha looked around at all of them, noticing a lot of peculiarities in their heights, body shapes, and the ridges on their heads.
"They're really dimorphic," Kazuha said gently, trying not to provoke one of them to lunge with a spear. Some were short and stocky, others were tall and gangly, and some didn't even look like the same species at all.
One of them picked up a phaser rifle from the ground and looked at it, talking rapidly in their language. Kazuha, Asa, and Momo looked on nervously as their thumb found the trigger. They expected it to fire, but instead it let out a low error noise and flashed a red X on the rear display.
Others started to poke spears at the ship, banging on it, howling at it. Every time they hit it with a spear a metallic ringing made them recoil and shout. "I'm going to assume we've broken the Prime Directive here." Asa looked on, watching one of the stone spearpoints shattering against the hull.
Inside, Bae looked out the window at one of them while frantically trying to send a transmission up to either the Black Mamba or the Venom. She stuck her tongue out at the warrior, who ran away. "Yeah, you better run!" Bae shouted.
Suddenly, something crashed into the side of the hull and sent the runabout rolling across the clearing. The world spun and Bae was tossed from wall-to-wall, slamming into seats, the consoles, and feeling equipment spiraling around her.
It came to a stop and Bae clutched the back of her head with her hands, groaning in pain. The ship rested sideways against a tree and Bae sat up to gather herself. A medkit fell from somewhere right on top of her head.
"That sums up this mission." Bae sighed, throwing the medkit across the runabout. The ship began to vibrate intermittently, and Bae crawled forward to the pilot's seat to look through the windows. The red alert lights were flashing, the computer kept saying "WARNING", and Bae hoisted herself up to her feet.
She pressed her hands to the glass and looked outside. A scream left her as a gigantic foot crashed down right outside the window. It was covered in scales, had three clawed toes, and was as thick as a tree trunk.
She backed away, panting and searching for any sort of weapon she could find. Upon finding the last phaser rifle, she looked forward to see a reptilian eye staring into the runabout, and the steam of its breath on the windows.
Outside had turned grey, and now the pattering of rain against the hull could be heard. Bae remained on her back clutching the rifle, trying not to move in hopes that whatever it was outside would go away.
The head nudged at the front of the shuttlecraft, pushing it about a meter. Bae closed her eyes, praying it would leave. "Go away, go away, go away," she whispered over and over.
Kazuha, Asa, and Momo were marching through the jungle, the black beings pushing them forward. "It's so hot, I need water," Momo groaned, panting as she choked on humidity with hacking coughs.
Through ferns, brambles, and weird plants oozing a clear slime, the three of them were brought to a high wall covered in spikes and debris. A gate opened and they were taken inside to a village to be thrown down in the center of it.
The warriors who had brought them to the village began to dance in a circle around them, chanting excitedly as more gathered. Asa looked to her right, seeing a group of beings that were squat and muscular, like dwarves in the old Earth stories. Then there were the tall black ones, and a third species that looked almost reptilian.
One of the tall ones stepped through the dancers, bringing their celebration to a halt. They looked down at the three of them, raising Momo's face with a bone scepter under her chin.
Around the flattened top of its head was a crown made of some kind of metal, dull in color and encrusted with jagged crystals that jutted out in every direction.
Momo looked up, seeing the towering figure before her spreading its lips to reveal sharp pink shark-like teeth. Its body was lithe, and the waist thinner than her own. A pair of black eyes stared into her own, and she felt the urge to get up and run for her life.
It turned and left them, calling out to the others with a cry of sorts. The trio were hauled to their feet, pushed forward toward a round building where guards with spears waited.
They were shoved in without grace or mercy, thrown to the floor and locked inside. "Well, there goes our hopes of rescue," drifted a voice from a dark corner of the building.
Kazuha recognized it as Chaewon's voice. "Commander?" she called out.
"Yep, and the counselor. We're the only ones left, the dinosaur things ate the others." Chaewon emerged from the darkness in the same special uniform, her face had a couple cuts on it, and she looked exhausted.
"They what?" Asa asked.
"The three men we beamed down with, the dinosaurs ate them." Chaewon shook her head, looking over the three of them.
"They were working on the comm system when the thing came out of nowhere, nothing anyone could do," Wonyoung said from a window on the far side. "The aliens with the flat heads are all female, or at least I think that's what they consider themselves. They call themselves the Matu, they're able to change sex."
"What do you mean, counselor?" Asa walked over to her and looked outside, seeing a stone city full of rivers and waterfalls.
"Some remain female their entire lives, but others will change their sex for two months every year for their mating season. They gather in mass orgies to breed."
"Sounds like our holodeck," Kazuha said. Every head in the room turned to look at her.
"Commander, Bae managed to get away in the runabout, hopefully she will be able to get us a proper away team to help." Momo said.
"Well, at least there's one shred of hope left out there."
Hours passed, the rain helped to drastically tame the heat and the five of them took turns filling their palms with water at the window to drink it up. It tasted odd, slightly sour, but they had no choice otherwise and gathered as much as they could to drink.
"It's rained every day since we got here, always around the same time," Chaewon sprawled out on the floor where the roof was leaking, opening her mouth to let the water drip into it.
Meanwhile...
Bae grabbed hold of a bulkhead, screaming as the runabout went tumbling end-over-end down the side of a hill and crashed into a shallow stream. It was upright, at least, and Bae hopped into the pilot's seat with a cut above her eye.
She looked at the screen and saw the left plasma intake manifold had been damaged, rendering the attached engine and thruster unusable. Bae pounded the edge of the console with her fist, knowing that the mission just got harder.
The craft began to rattle again. Whatever it was that had flipped it to begin with, it was following to toy with it some more. She went through a quick startup sequence, but when she tried to fire up the engines there was a large red warning on the screen, followed by a shuddering as the engines powered back down.
The hull rang again as the beast outside nudged it with its snout, pushing it across the gravel and rocks underneath. Bae cringed at the sound of screeching metal followed by an ear-splitting roar that shook the entire ship.
Her eyes went wide as the thing outside slammed into the runabout, denting the side in like a tin can. In a split second she decided it was time to go. She grabbed the phaser rifle, a survival pack, tapped a few buttons on the console to set the emergency beacon, and waited for the next hit.
It slammed the back of the ship around to face the water, and that's when Bae opened the door and jumped in. It was chest deep, flowing fast, and Bae was able to float on her back to be carried away. She looked at the ship, a massive, hulking predator was crushing it under its foot, trying to sink its teeth in but couldn't.
She floated down the river and only got out on a sandbank when she felt there was enough distance between herself and whatever dinosaur looking thing it was back at the ship.
Now, she faced a jungle with nothing but a tricorder and a rifle, and knew it was up to her to find her crewmates.
In the village...
Things had cooled off to the point that Wonyoung and Asa were getting cold. The five of them sat close together, huddling with one another in the round prison building to try and keep each other warm.
The door opened and in stepped several of the tall beings, two for each of the girls. They grabbed them up and hauled them to the door, dragging them outside and through the rain. "Just cooperate with them, don't try to do anything that will get you hurt," Chaewon said.
They were taken into a large complex built into the side of a mountain. The entire village was built on it with steep stairs, narrow streets, and guards roaming about with spears of varying lengths.
Kazuha and Asa looked up to see a high vaulted ceiling, pillars carved from crystalline structures, and dozens of different species lounging around. They gasped when they entered the next room, which was a full blown orgy. The onyx black bodies of the Matu were on top of females, and not just Matu ones.
Chaewon and Wonyoung had already seen this, but Momo, Asa, and Kazuha looked around to see women of various species getting their holes piped by long dark cocks.
"Like I said, just do what they want, or we'll never get back to the ship." Chaewon looked over her shoulder at the others, each bearing a mortified expression on their face.
"Can't be any worse than when you were sleeping with that jellyhead guy," Asa leaned over to say to Kazuha, nudging her with her elbow.
"He was a Gallamite, and I still have nightmares about his cock in me. It was like getting shagged by a jellyfish." Kazuha tensed up, shaking her head for a moment before her entire body followed suit.
The guards let them go and walked away, leaving them in the center of the chamber. The heavy doors slammed shut, and they were left to watch and listen to the sights and sounds of a raucous orgy.
"Alright, Momo, get in there!" Kazuha said, punching Momo on the shoulder encouragingly. "Take one for the team!"
"Always knew we could rely on you, Momo," Asa said, nodding and turning to Kazuha, who nodded back.
Momo rolled her eyes. Another door opened, and several more tall Matu walked in completely naked, their massive hung black cocks swinging around wildly. They gathered around the five of them, standing over them so high that the women had to crane their necks backward to see their captors.
Chaewon sighed and led by example, unzipping her uniform and peeling it down her body until it was bunched around her ankles. She'd already stripped like this the day before, as did Wonyoung, who followed her lead.
She stepped out of her boots, then the suit, and stood naked in front of the Matu. Wonyoung was beside her, and the other three watched as they were hoisted onto pitch black shoulders and carried away. Wonyoung called out to them, "if you just go with it you'll get to eat later, if you don't, you'll probably be dinner out in the jungle!"
"When we get back to the ship I'm telling the captain that this planet fucking blows," said Momo. She reluctantly began to strip her uniform off, revealing her fat Japanese boobs contained in a black bra. She kicked off her boots, stripped naked, and felt a pair of smooth four-fingered hands picking her up.
"When on a class M, I guess!" Asa said, stripping down. Kazuha was the last to get naked, and she instantly felt cold. She locked a hand with Asa and the two of them stepped forward with their bare feet on smooth glossy crystalline floors.
The jungle...
Bae swatted at insects as big as her hand, and cursed with every thorny bramble that poked into her uniform. Her hands were covered in cuts, bleeding lightly as she moved onward.
Her boots were caked in mud, only accumulating more of it with each heavy step she took. She held the rifle aloft with her right hand, scanning with the tricorder in her left, hoping to not run into any more large predators.
The heat was getting to her, and the rain was nonstop. Around her boots were small mini-rivers of water rushing around the soles, and above was a canopy shedding the deluge like an outdoor shower.
Hot, soaked, frustrated, Bae continued on as the irritation settled in. "I could be back on the ship right now laid back with a nice scotch in hand, dry and relaxed." Bae used the rifle to start moving ferns out of the way. "But no. Bae do this, Bae do that, Bae go on this perilous away mission and almost get your friends killed."
Bae paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath. She remembered there were others relying on her and that she was the only one who could track them down and bring them home to the big black ship orbiting the planet.
"You know what?" Bae asked herself, "this doesn't suck enough! Make it rain some more! Throw in some lightning! Maybe even send that big jackass from earlier my way and I'll crank this bad boy up until it's shooting like a photon torpedo."
With a couple stiff slaps to her cheeks and a shake of her head, Bae felt energized and reinvigorated. She started up the muddy hill, following the signal to the gravcycle. She stopped at the edge of the clearing and crouched in the brush, looking through the optic to see three outlines.
The Matu were still present, scavenging anything they could. She saw they had the other rifles, and they were milling around the gravcycle curiously. Naturally, Bae did what any highly trained Starfleet officer would do.
She charged right in, guns blazing.
The phaser rifle shot out bursts of amber-colored energy that landed around the Matu and shot chunks of dirt into the air. The Matu panicked and threw their spears, but Bae dodged and set the rifle to stun. She fired at each in rapid succession, hitting each one and dropping them in a fit like they were having a seizure.
Bae gathered the rifles and stuffed them into the cargo bags, then pulled the gravcycle upright to start it. She whipped it around the clearing, scanning for anything that might be sensitive or valuable to Starfleet, then zipped down the hill to the crash site to find it empty.
The runabout was crumpled up horribly with a window popped out of its frame. Bae looked around, then scanned to be doubly sure nothing dangerous still lurked nearby. She crawled into the ruined craft to flip open a box on the console, one that ran on a separate energy source.
With the press of a few buttons she set the program. "Self destruct sequence activated," the computer said. The cracked screen began counting down from five minutes, and Bae crawled back out, retrieving a medkit and field rations along the way.
Back on the gravcycle, Bae sped away and only looked back when she heard the explosion. Dirt and ash rained down, and a fireball shot up into the sky. Back up the hill, long range scanners activated, Bae began her search for the others.
The Matu palace...
Kazuha and Asa both crawled up between the spread black legs of a very tall Matu lounging in place on a circular cushion. They smiled, giggling together as they laid their hands on the abnormally big cock. It was forearm-length, floppy, and a sack with one massive pulsating ball inside it jostled around beneath the shaft.
Beside them, Momo was going to town with her tongue and hands working a long black Matu cock. Behind her another positioned himself, and Momo spread her legs as fat black dick penetrated her soaking cunt. She let out a moan, rolling her eyes back with her throat stuffed full of cock.
Wonyoung put her thick lips to work on two Matu cocks, the heads pressed together in her mouth as she sucked on them. Her hands stroked their shafts, and a third Matu gripped her hips from behind. Wonyoung let out a muffled squealing as her tight hole was stretched.
Chaewon had jumped straight in and was already triple penetrated. She had a big black cock in her throat that bulged widely, another Matu pinned under her with their cock pulsing deep inside her pussy, and a third that ravaged her ass with heavy thrusts.
"That's it, get your mouth on it," Kazuha teased Asa, watching closely as Asa slipped the head into her mouth and gave it several slow sucks before passing it to Kazuha. Feeling competitive, Kazuha prepared herself and relaxed her jaw, taking it in deeply.
"What the hell!" Asa exclaimed with a gasp. Kazuha had buried the long dick in her throat, forcing even more down until she couldn't breathe and had to let it flop from her heaving mouth.
Momo started to work back her tight body back and forth, her big tits dangling under her as she did so. She rocked forward, sucking in black cock until her throat bulged, then pressed her hips backward until her abs were bulging.
Wonyoung's screams echoed through the oval-shaped chamber, bouncing off the high ceiling and mixing with the chorus of moans from other women. The Matu behind her grabbed her little tits, squeezing them, then her throat. She felt helpless with the Betazoid half of her mind going absolutely insane.
Her screams were cut off by a black cock slapping the side of her face with force. The head jammed against her thick, glossy lips, forcing its way inside until she parted them and felt it heading straight for the back of her throat.
Wonyoung began to gag, prompting her to slap at the Matu's thighs weakly. She felt a hand coiling around her neck, choking her until her cheeks flushed red.
Chaewon gasped as a waterfall of spit ran down her chin and neck. She moaned deeply, her hips bucking against two sets of black hips, desperately trying to get all the cock she could into her holes.
She'd had nothing but imaginary holodeck cock for weeks and feeling something real inside her sent her over the edge. She loved the feeling of their pulsing, the way their shafts engorged themselves, and how every thrust deep inside her had no safety protocols to stop it.
She threw her head back, moaning deeply as they pounded her pussy and ass. Her small, pale form sandwiched between them, drenched in their beading sweat.
Momo double-fisted two massive black cocks, stroking one while she sucked on the other. Her body jolted forward with every hard thrust, making her eyes temporarily cross inward as she alternated between them.
The Matu behind Momo drove into her with force, the thick shaft stretching her cunt to its limits. Her fingers wrapped around the second cock she'd been stroking, and she pulled it to her mouth alongside the one she was already sucking.
She gagged hard, taking both heads past her lips until her cheeks bulged obscenely. Her tongue writhed between them, tasting the oozing precum that spilled from the heads. Behind her, the Matu's ballsack slapped against her clit with every thrust, the single massive orb jostling with each impact.
Kazuha watched Momo with wide eyes, then turned back to the cock Asa had passed her. She smirked, wiping spit from her chin. "My turn again?" she giggled. She positioned herself between the Matu's legs, taking the floppy length in both hands to stroke it hard.
She licked a long black cock across the underside from base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the head. The Matu let out a low groan and she felt their fingers running through her hair.
Asa leaned in close, her hot breath on Kazuha's cheek. "Don't choke this time," she teased. Asa felt the pressure of a cockhead against her pussy lips, and she arched her back, pushing against it. The Matu slid inside her in one smooth motion, stretching her around the thick shaft. Asa gasped, her hands gripping Kazuha's shoulders for support as the alien began to fuck her with long, deep strokes.
Kazuha grinned and took the cock into her mouth again, this time pacing herself. She worked her way down inch by inch, letting her throat relax around the throbbing girth. She held it there for a moment, feeling the pulse of the pronounced veins through the shaft against her tongue, then pulled back with a wet pop.
Asa could only moan, her eyes fluttering as the Matu behind her picked up the pace. She felt the black cock stretching her walls, hitting spots that made her legs tremble and toes curl.
Chaewon was lost in a haze of sensation. The Matu in her throat gripped her head, and now the head bumped against the back of her throat with every thrust, making her gag hard. The two behind her moved in perfect sync, one buried in her pussy, the other in her ass.
Their large hands roamed her body, squeezing her small breasts, pinching her nipples, slapping at her ass hard enough to leave bruises. She didn't care, she wanted them to use her, to fill every hole until she couldn't think straight.
Her orgasm built slowly, back dipping inward, body going rigid. She let out a deep muffled scream around the cock in her mouth as her pussy and ass both clamped down on the black cocks inside her. The Matu beneath her grunted, releasing hot, thick ropes of cum into her cunt.
Wonyoung's Betazoid half was in full effect now. She could feel the emotions of everyone in the room. The raw lust, the hunger, the satisfaction, all coalescing together. It overwhelmed her senses, amplifying every touch to the point she felt she would cum at any moment.
The Matu choking her released their grip, and she gasped for air, only to have another cock shoved into her mouth. She sucked desperately, her mind spinning with telepathic waves of pleasure from Chaewon, Momo, Asa, and Kazuha.
Wonyoung felt a wave of warmth wash over her as her eyes released tears due to the brutal throating she was receiving. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, her hips bucking back against the black cock fucking her from behind. Her orgasm hit unexpectedly, an eruption of pleasure that made her scream into the shaft stuffing her throat.
Momo lay on her back, one cock deep in her pussy while she held the other to her lips, licking and sucking the head as it pulsed against her tongue. The Matu above her thrust into her cunt with long, deep strokes, dark hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. She looked up at him, her eyes rolling, smiling like the horny slut she was.
Black hips slammed into her, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the chamber. Momo's moans became incoherent as she felt her orgasm building. She grabbed the cock in her hand and shoved it into her mouth, taking it deep until her nose pressed against their pelvis. She held there, letting him feel her throat contract around him, then pulled back.
Asa and Kazuha exchanged a deep kiss, their tongues tasting big black Matu cock on each other lips. Asa was on her hands and knees, a Matu fucking her from behind wildly while Kazuha offered her cunt to Asa's mouth. Asa licked and sucked at Kazuha's clit while the Matu pounded into her with their balls slapping against her thighs. Kazuha moaned, her fingers tangled in Asa's hair, brushing back her bobcut gently.
The air grew thick with the smell of sex and sweat. The rising chorus of moans, grunts, and wet sounds filled the oval chamber. Chaewon had been flipped onto her stomach, a Matu plowing her pussy while another knelt by her head, offering their cock for her to suck. She took it eagerly, her hands gripping dark thighs as she bobbed her head.
Wonyoung was now sandwiched between two Matu, one in her cunt and one in her ass. She'd never been stretched or fucked in the ass before, but she knew this wasn't going to be the last time.
Her Betazoid senses were flooded with the emotions of the aliens. Their thoughts were raw, uncaring, all they wanted to do was pump her full of their sperm and send her away for the next taker. For a moment, Wonyoung didn't want anything else. She wanted to be passed around, to be used and abused, left covered in cum and panting.
Momo came again, her back arching off the cushion as she screamed into the chamber. The Matu above her groaned, their cock shooting into her pussy with a thick flood of hot nut. Momo felt it filling her, dripping down across her ass as her eyes rolled back fully.
One by one, the Matu reached their climaxes. The chamber filled with the sounds of deep, resonant groans and the wet slapping of hips pumping until holes were filled with cum. Kazuha came with her abs tightening and a deep moan, her hips grinding against Asa's mouth. Asa followed soon after, her body trembling as the Matu behind her emptied himself into her cunt.
Chaewon was last. She had three Matu working her now, one in each hole, pumping away like they didn't care about anything else. She was beyond thoughts, her mind blank and dumb.
When the Matu in her pussy finally came, she felt the seed pumping into her, and the one in her ass followed soon after. The one in her throat pulled out, spraying her face with sticky ropes that glued her eyes shut.
She collapsed onto the cushion, panting, covered in sweat and cum. The others lay around her, similarly spent. The Matu withdrew slowly, their massive cocks softening, leaving the breeding chamber one after another.
Wonyoung lay on her back, staring up at the high ceiling of the oval chamber. She reached out and grabbed Momo's hand, smiling softly as Momo pulled her in to cuddle tightly.
Kazuha propped herself up on her elbows, looking around at the Matu who were now lounging, their cocks still glistening. "Maybe this planet isn't such a shithole after all," she said.
Chaewon just moaned in agreement, too exhausted to speak. The five of them lay there, tangled together, the sounds of their heavy breathing slowly returning to normal.
About a half hour passed when there was a sudden panic among the Matu. An explosion in the distance could be heard, and then the spine tingling roar of a large predator.
There was a lot of shouting going on outside, followed by a whirring noise. The five Starfleet officers pulled their uniforms on just in time as the chamber doors exploded open, one of them falling off the hinges.
Bae had arrived, using the rifle to stun anything and everything not in a Starfleet uniform. "Get on!" Bae called. Together, they piled onto the gravcycle, weighing it down as they grabbed hold of whatever they could to maintain their balance.
Bae steered it back out of the palace, narrowly dodging a set of snapping teeth that nearly grabbed Wonyoung by the head. "I felt it, I felt its teeth in my hair!" Wonyoung shouted, wrapping her arms around Bae's waist from the side.
Asa and Kazuha looked back for a brief moment. The dinosaur, standing at least ten meters tall and thirty meters long, flung a Matu body carelessly from its jaws and whirled around.
It let out a triumphant roar as the Matu fled from the palace. Some were attempting to fight it, but more dinosaurs were coming through the broken gate, causing them to turn and run as well.
"Where are we going?" Chaewon asked Bae as soon as she'd cleared the village walls.
"To the runabout you arrived in, I located it not far from here," Bae said back to her. "And then we're getting off this hellhole!"
They sped along and came to a stop at a dented runabout, undoubtedly attacked by the same aggressive dinosaurs as the other one. Bae parked the gravcycle inside and shut the doors, making sure everyone was safe and secure inside.
Chaewon took the helm and started the ascent upward without issue, slowly breaching through the atmosphere and back into space. "Captain Yu is going to be so pissed off about the other runabout," Bae said, her head resting back against the chair, eyes looking up at the ceiling.
"You did what you had to, don't worry about it." Chaewon shifted in her seat, feeling the cum oozing out of her holes. Behind her, Asa and Kazuha both coughed occasionally, holding hands the entire way up. Momo found herself unzipping her uniform to show her cleavage, and Wonyoung kept licking her lips repeatedly.
In the ready room...
Karina inhaled deeply and set her palms on the table, leaning over it. Bae looked around at her fellow officers, suddenly feeling like the loss of a runabout wasn't so bad after listening to their reports.
"I have no words." Karina's lips tightened and she sat down in her chair, covering her face with her hands. "We failed to pick up lifeforms on that planet, the away team gets captured by a non-warp primitive society, used as... Ugh." Karina rubbed her forehead.
"The Prime Directive is the one rule we must never break," she said, "and we didn't just break it down there, we broke it by bending over and letting it fuck both of our away teams." Karina looked absolutely livid, and Chaewon found herself trying to look as small as she possibly could.
"Nakamura, Enami, you're both on leave until two days from now at eighteen hundred hours. Chief Myoi will conduct post-mission debriefings." Karina looked at them, then waved her hand to dismiss both. "Miss Hirai, you aren't a member of my crew, but I'm to understand you're Captain Park's first officer."
"Yes, captain," Momo said meekly, standing up at attention to at least muster up some sort of professional image. "I apologize, captain," she continued.
"Captain Park will determine what to do with you. Miss Yontararak is waiting to beam you over on transporter pad one, go see her." Karina dismissed her, leaving only Bae and Chaewon in the room with her.
"Commander," Karina said, turning her chair to stare a hole right into the side of Chaewon's head. "You'll be taking care of maintenance on the automated Jefferies Tube cleaners for the next three months. Daily maintenance." Karina continued staring as Chaewon nodded.
"Yes, captain," Chaewon said.
"Miss Hwang will sign off on your daily logs."
"Of course, captain."
"And if Chief Hwang finds anything else for you to do, she has been given authority that supersedes your rank while in engineering. And order from Hwang is an order from myself."
"Understood, captain."
"Nu uh," Karina said as Chaewon stood up to leave. "One last thing."
Karina faced Bae, who was at the opposite end of the table from her. "Specialist, if it hadn't been for you cleaning up this mess they'd probably all still be down there getting their brains scrambled by big black cocks." Karina stood up, straightening her purple captain's shirt.
"I'd like to formally acknowledge you for your outstanding service. You've willingly served aboard the Black Mamba and the Venom interchangeably as needs demand, and done it without complaint." Karina pulled a datapad from the table and walked toward her.
Bae stood up and Karina presented it to her. "For your efforts, I've recommended you be awarded the Starfleet Medal of Gallantry, though I have made a case for it to be elevated to Medal of Valor."
Bae strolled out of the ready room moments later, head held high, practically strutting as she passed Miyeon and the others on the bridge. "Specialist," Miyeon said with a nod. Bae nodded back and stepped into the turbolift.
Karina, followed by Chaewon, entered the bridge. "We'll be here for a couple more days. Command wants us to wait for the ion storm to settle and see how much damage we caused." Karina sighed, taking a seat in her chair.
"Not as much damage as Winter took when I spanked her at racquetball earlier," Ryujin said from the helm.
Winter, tight-lipped and serious, turned to look at Karina. "Miss Shin," Karina said, prompting Yuna to call out "yes, captain?" from behind her.
"Ryujin." Karina rubbed her forehead, she had forgotten there were two Shin's on the bridge. "Keep us in a synchronized orbit, any gaps in that storm should be taken advantage of with scans."
"Aye, captain!" Ryujin said.
"Miss Kim, come with me." Karina said. Winter stuck her tongue out at Ryujin as she got up and followed Karina to the turbolift.
"Miss Cho, you have the bridge."
Miyeon nodded, watching Karina and Winter leave. Miyeon turned to Chaewon sitting in the commander's chair. "Perhaps you should go and rest, commander," Miyeon said.
Chaewon's eyes lit up, a slight smile on her face. "Can I?" she asked. Miyeon nodded, and Chaewon didn't press further, leaving to head to her quarters.
Miyeon sat back in the captain's chair, crossing her legs and lacing her fingers together across her fit stomach. The clicking and beeping of keys, the occasional verbal communication between officers, the steady hum of the ship, everything was just how she liked it.
Many decks below, Asa and Kazuha were locked together against a wall in Asa's densely decorated room full of plants. Their hands groping each other, lips kissing, tongues smashing.
"We should check out my holodeck program," Kazuha said between heavy breaths and deep kisses. Asa gripped her hand and squeezed, pulling her to the door.
"Zuha, can you come here for a second? I'm fighting for my life against these leggings."
Kazuha’s laugh drifts through the fabric partition. "There's no way that's possible Chaewon, they're like the easiest thing to put on. You didn't happen to put them on backwards, did you?"
"No! Okay, maybe. This waistband is all twisted up and it's digging into me. It feels like it's trying to squeeze the life out of me. Come save me, PLEASE!"
As you hear the footsteps go from one stall to another you freeze, hand hovering over the coil of the XLR cable your boss told you to grab from the makeshift equipment room. It just so happens the room is pulling double duty as the members' prep area.
Who's stupid fucking idea was this?
The muffled bickering continued to come from the changing stall on the other side of the room.
You knew it was just Chaewon and Kazuha left to argue in there since you saw Yunjin, Sakura, and Eunchae already on set for the shoot ten minutes ago. From what you were hearing it was probably going to be a while before the other two joined them.
"Turn around, let me see the tag. Yeah, see? Backwards. You’re fucking hopeless."
"Shut up. Just help me get them off. Or on. Whatever. Fuck. Just fix it before my circulation gets cut off permanently."
Shhh-wip. They were definitely coming off.
Just focus on your job, that's all you should do. You pretend to untangle the cable in your hands to keep your mind occupied while the sounds from the stall become more and more distracting.
"They're soooo tight. I feel like I'm being vacuum sealed. Is this supposed to happen? Does Lululemon hate me?"
"It’s compression wear, unnie. It’s supposed to be tight," Kazuha teases. "They're just letting it sit on your hips like a pair of low rise pants. Are you going for a Y2K vibe or something? You have to pull them up more."
"Excuse me? I've been trying to pull them up! They won't move. It's stuck right here...uhn...on my thighs."
"Let me do it. You’re weak."
"Hey! I am not weak, I’m just...ah! Okay, watch your nails!"
"Stop wiggling, you’re making it worse. Just let me get the these up... there. See?"
"Oh my god, that feels so much better."
"Good. Now check the seam. Is it straight down the middle?"
"Middle of what?"
"Your butt, Chaewon. The seam. It needs to be centered or it'll look weird on camera."
Silence stretches for a moment, followed by the sound of more shuffling.
You swallow hard, staring at the wire in your hands as if it holds the secrets to the universe.
You are a professional.
You are part of the production staff.
You are here to move cables and set up lights, that's all.
Nothing else.
You are definitely not here to eavesdrop on two of the biggest celebs in the country discussing their butt seams.
"I don't know, it feels... crooked. Like, one side is riding up more than the other. Can you see it?"
"I'm looking. Turn towards the light so I can get a better look at it."
"The light? How's the light going to help? It's been flickering all day Kazuha."
"Just turn. Okay? Wait, I see what you mean. They are bunching up right here." A loud slap echoes through the stall, the sound of skin hitting skin. You jump, nearly dropping the cable. Is that what you think it was? "Right on your ass." Yeah, it was.
"It's bunching up?" Chaewon sounds horrified. "Why is it doing that? I thought these were expensive!"
"They are expensive. That’s why they fit like a glove and you just have to learn how to wear them. Hold still. Let me try to smooth it out."
"Ow... don't pull so hard!"
"I’m trying to fix it. Just chill the fuck out. I think it'll smooth out if I pull them up higher."
"Higher? They can't go any higher, if they get pulled up anymore, I’m going to get split the fuck in half."
You stare at the closed curtain that's serving as the door. The pop-up stall is just a metallic frame wrapped in grey velvet that doesn’t reach the floor letting you see two sets of feet shuffling around beneath the gap. Not like you're looking or anything.
You should leave.
Grab the cables and walk out the door. Just go back to the set, let them figure out what's going on with those leggings in peace. Unfortunately, or fortunately, your feet feel like they’ve been cemented to the floor.
"It's still not right, ughhhhh. There's no way I can go out there like this. The camera is going to pick up every little wrinkle and I'm going to get so much shit for it. I can already see the tweets."
"It’s not that bad, but you’re right. It’s being a little... problematic. I think we need a second opinion. Or a third set of hands."
"A third set of hands? Who's? Eunchae is gone. Yunjin is probably out there yapping to the director. Sakura is probably back to playing her Switch."
"There’s staff outside, right? I heard footsteps earlier."
You hold your breath. She heard footsteps earlier, YOUR footsteps.
"No, absolutely the fuck not," Chaewon balks immediately. "I am not asking some random fucking staff member to come inspect my butt. That’s embarrassing. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen."
"It’s just clothes! Nothing more. We need the fit to look perfect. Director-nim is going to have a cow if we show up late to the shoot because you're self conscious about a seam." Kazuha gets louder. "HEY! Staff member! Can you come help us for a sec?"
"Kazuha, no!" Chaewon hisses.
Too late. The call has been made. You stand there, paralyzed, wondering if feigning sudden deafness is a viable career strategy. The velvet curtain parts a fraction, and Kazuha’s face peeks out. She spots you instantly, standing near the equipment rack like a statue in a museum.
Maybe she won't notice if you don't.... move.... a.... muscle.
"Oh, good," she says, a relieved smile breaking across her face as she waves you over. "You! Please, come over here. We have a code red, a fashion emergency."
You quickly glance at the exit, it’s twenty feet away. You could probably make it. If that's what you want to do.
"Please," Kazuha now pouting. "Chaewon is panicking and I’m losing my mind. We just need a quick check on the fit."
You're just helping them out, that's what you're boss would want you to do right?
Nodding slowly, you force your legs to move toward the stall. "I... I can help? What do you need?"
Grabbing your wrist the moment you're within range Kazuha pulls you into the stall. It’s cramped with a full length mirror, a small bench, and now there's three people fit into a space meant for one. It's so much hotter in here.
Chaewon's standing with her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder with a face full of panic. Her outfit is... well, it’s hot... you mean a lot. She’s wearing a long-sleeved black bodysuit that hugs her torso like it's painted on, disappearing into the waistband of the black leggings you've been hearing so much about. Wonder where that goes. The leggings are indeed tight, very tight, sculpting her legs in a way that should probably be illegal. She looks incredible, but she also looks like she’s about to fight a ghost.
"Tell me I'm not crazy," Chaewon says the moment the curtain slides shut behind you, trapping you inside. "Look at this. Do you see that? Right there on the left cheek?"
Turning slightly she points to the back of her thigh.
Your brain short circuits and you have to force your jaw not to drop from the situation you find yourself in.
You are in a small, enclosed space with two insanely attractive women, and one of them is asking you to inspect her ass. HER ASS.
Just be cool, just be cool. You got this.
"It’s... bunching up," Kazuha explains off to the side, crossing her arms. She’s wearing black Lululemon shorts and a simple white tank top, looking effortlessly cool compared to Chaewon who is currently losing her mind. "The seam isn't sitting right either. We've tried pulling them up, smoothing them out, everything. But it keeps bunching up."
Clearing your throat you hope your voice doesn't crack. "It... uh... it looks like the sizing might be a little off?" It cracks. Fuck. "Or maybe the cut?"
Chaewon groans, dropping her head forward. "I knew it. I knew I shouldn't have had that extra water this morning. I'm bloated. I'm a potato."
"You're not a potato," Kazuha rolls her eyes, stepping forward. Looking at you, dead serious. "Can you just... check? Tell us if it's noticeable from a normal distance. Like, if you were standing behind me in line at a cafe, would you point and laugh?"
"I wouldn't point and laugh," you stammer, feeling your face heat up. "I'm not a monster."
"Good to know," Chaewon mutters, though she shoots you a small, suprisingly genuine? smile over her shoulder. "Just be honest. If it looks bad, tell me. I'll change. I'll wear something else, fuck it I'll wear sweatpants. I don't care."
"Okay," you manage to say. "I'll... take a look."
You step closer. Did the A/C break or something, it's so hot. Chaewon turns to face the mirror, her back to you. The seam in question runs vertically down the center of her ass.
What...
An...
Ass...
Sure enough, you see the problem, they are definitely bunching up on her left cheek and the seam is all sorts of fucked up.
"See?" Chaewon asks, now whispering. "It's tragic."
"It's barely noticeable," you lie, leaning in slightly to inspect it without actually touching. "It's just... what happens with this kind of fabric." What are you saying, you don't know anything about fabric. "Maybe if you move the waistband a bit?"
"We tried that," Kazuha chimes in, moving to stand on Chaewon's other side, looking at your reflection in the mirror with a playful smirk on her face. "You're being very polite. Just be honest. It's okay to say it looks weird. We’re all friends in here. Well, maybe acquaintances is the better word. Acquaintances who are trapped in a box together."
Just act like you know what you're talking about.
"I think it just needs to be smoothed out," you suggest, gesturing vaguely at the offending area acting like you have any sort of idea of what you're saying. "We should adjust the waistband first to get the seam lined up and then to get that bunched up part smooth we should pull the fabric around it to get rid of it. Then from there work our way up and smooth out anything else while making sure that seam is lined up right." There's no way that word vomit made any sense.
Kazuha nods. "That makes sense." HUH?
Looking at Chaewon, she says, "Just let him... err... let us try. You’ve been pulling at it for five minutes and it’s only getting worse. A fresh pair of hands might help."
Chaewon hesitates, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Despite you knowing her, knowing?, as someone who seems super confident all the time, you can see how nervous she is now. "Okay," she breathes out. "Deal, but be easy on me, I’m a delicate."
"Right, I'll be gentle. Got it."
Kazuha snorts. "Don't worry, she usually likes it rough... OWWW! What the fuck Chaewon?"
Chaewon elbows her in the ribs, hard. "Ignore her. She's crazy. Just... fix it."
You step in closer, invading her personal space getting so close close that you can see the hard work she's put into her body thanks to the skintight bodysuit. So close that you can now smell the hint of her perfume.
Just be cool.
Reaching out, your hands hover for a split second before making contact with the fabric.
It’s warm. That’s the first thing that you notice as you place your hands on her hips, your fingers splaying out over the waistband. Chaewon tenses up instantly as she tries to hide a gasp.
"Sorry... cold hands."
"It's... fine... just... do your thing."
Gripping the waistband, you try to ignore the fact that you are essentially holding her hips. WHAT? "Ready?"
"As ready as ever."
As you twist the waistband, the seam falls into place, it actually works.
"First part done." Continue to act cool, you got this.
As you line up where to pull to get rid of the bunching you sense Kazuha watching you like a hawk from the side. Don't fuck up, don't fuck up, don't fuck up.
"Make sure you pull it tight," Kazuha instructs. "Like, really tight."
You pinch fabric right in the area right below where her thigh meets her cheek making Chaewon shiver.
"You good...?" you ask, pausing.
"Yeah," she squeaks. "Just... go ahead."
As you pull the fabric down it stretches easily, sliding over her skin as the bunching goes away. Now for the last part.
"Okay, now you just have to make sure everything is smoothed out," Kazuha commands. " Work your way up and do it slowly to make sure that seam doesn't budge."
You start to slide your hands back up using your palms to smooth the fabric against her skin as you go, making sure it lays flat. Your hands graze over the swell of her ass, her ass is ridiculous. Hyper aware of every inch of contact, the friction of your skin against hers even though a thin layer of spandex is in the way gives you goosebumps.
"Is that... is that better?" Chaewon asks, barely whispering.
"ALMOST," you say way too loudly. "There's still a little bit of a twist right here."
Your hands are currently cupping her ass, your fingers digging in slightly to adjust the seam, you're basically manhandling her as you try to iron out the wrinkles in her leggings with your bare hands. Is this actually happening, like what the fuck?
"Here," Kazuha says as she steps up behind you. Reaching out, covers your hand with hers on Chaewon’s left cheek. "Push it like this. You have to really get in there to make sure it stays flat."
She presses your hand harder into Chaewon’s flesh. "Unnf!" Was that a moan? Chaewon clamps her mouth shut, her eyes squeezing shut in the mirror.
"Kazuha!" she chokes out. "Too hard!"
"That's how you do it though!" Kazuha laughs, squeezing your hand before letting go. "Feel the difference?"
Right.
Adjusting your grip, your thumbs press into the crease beneath her cheek. You can feel the heat radiating off her, and you’re pretty sure your face is bright red.
"Like this?"
"Mmm," Chaewon hums as her head drops forward. "Yeah. That feels... that feels good... I mean right. Yeah... right."
"Don't encourage him," Kazuha teases, leaning in closer to inspect your work. "Okay, looking better. Just keep... smoothing it out. Up and down. Work it out."
You do as you're told for what felt like an eternity as tried to smooth things out as best as you could. Am I just giving her a massage at this point? Chaewon made it seem that way with how flustered her reflection looked and how her breathing started to get more and more shallow. Then, out of nowhere, she shook it off.
"You know I think I'm... it's good, actually," Chaewon mutters, though her weight shifts slightly into your palms. "Problem solved."
"Nice work," Kazuha chirps, stepping back to cross her arms. "See? Teamwork makes the dream work. Now we just need to..."
Before she can finish the thought, her hands shoot out, wrapping around your wrists.
"Wait, we missed a spot. On the waistband."
"On the waistband?"
"Yeah, see right here," she explains, guiding your hands higher, forcing them up the curve of Chaewon's backside until your fingers are gripping the waistband again. "It's bunching up here now. We need to fix it."
"Kazuha, what are you..." Chaewon starts, but it's too late.
Kazuha suddenly yanks your hands downward, pulling the waistband down Chaewon's hips and dragging it all the way down to her thighs in one go.
"OHMYGOD!" Chaewon yelps, instinctively arching her back to stabilize herself.
OHMYGOD. There, just out in the open, is Chaewon's ass, completely bare save for the thong back of her black bodysuit disappearing between her cheeks, leaving absolutely nothing to your imagination. You can see that her skin is so smooth, her ass round, so fucking round...
and firm...
and tight, you mean right...
right in front of your growing fucking bulge.
"My bad," Kazuha shrugs, not sounding sorry at all. She releases your wrists but leaving your hands hovering there, almost cupping Chaewon's cheeks. "Slippery little devils, aren't they?"
"You did that on purpose!" Chaewon accuses, twisting around to glare at her groupmate. The movement jiggles her entire body in a way that makes your throat close.
"I was just helping," Kazuha defends with a wicked grin. "Besides, look at how smooth that area is now. Flawless."
You are frozen.
Look away, apologize, maybe if you literally pass out you can escape this. Your eyes are glued to the sight in front of you. It’s magnificent, might be... no... is the greatest thing you've ever seen. It’s also career suicide.
"Are you just going to stare?" Chaewon asks breathless and flustered. "You can... help pull them back up. Or something."
"Right," you choke out. "Yeah. Pulling. Them. Up."
Reaching for the waistband pooling around her thighs your knuckles graze the bare skin of her ass. You hook your fingers into the waistband, preparing to hoist it back up, but the angle is awkward, you’re too close to her.
"Use both hands," Kazuha says, moving to stand behind you now, crowding your back, her chest pressing against your shoulder blades. "Get a good grip. You have to really yank it."
"I'm trying."
Shifting your stance, you lean forward, bringing your hands down to the waistband at her thighs. As you squat a little to get better leverage, your right hand slips and your palm definitely doesn't find the spandex. Instead, it slides right up the middle, grazing the thong.
HER THONG.
It’s not just warm.
It’s wet.
You freeze. As your eyes snap up to Chaewon's reflection in the mirror her face is now bright red.
She saw you feel it.
She knows you felt it.
"Fuck," you whisper, snatching your hand back like you touched a stove. "Sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"It's fine," Chaewon says quickly, too quickly. She clears her throat, turning her face away from yours. "Just... hurry up and fix it, okay?"
"Wow," Kazuha breathes against your ear, having not moved away at all. If anything, she's pressed even closer. "That's... interesting. You having some technical difficulties there, Chaewon-unnie? Or are you just enjoying the help?"
"Shut the fuck up, Kazuha," Chaewon snaps, but there's no real heat in it. Just panic. "It's just... nerves. The... shoot. You know how I get... right?"
"Nerves?" Kazuha laughs. "I don't think nerves get you wet like that, unnie. That's a whole different kind of feeling you're having."
"Look..." Chaewon says looking at you in the mirror, her eyes pleading. "Can you just... can you not say anything about any of this? Please?"
"I won't," you promise, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I swear. My lips are sealed."
"That's not the only thing you want from him, is it?" Kazuha teases. She reaches around you, her hand finding your wrist again. She guides your hand back toward Chaewon, not toward the leggings this time, but higher, toward the damp fabric of the bodysuit. "If it's bothering you... we should fix it. Right? He's been a good help so far."
"What are you doing?" Chaewon gasps, watching the reflection. She doesn't move away, she instead actually pushes her hips back, into your touch.
"I'm just helping a friend out," Kazuha says looking at you in the mirror. "Filming a video while she's like this? This wet? That wouldn't work. Help a girl out."
"Help her how?" you ask, barely audible. You know exactly what she's suggesting you do. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?
"Use your mouth," Kazuha whispers, pressing her hips against your ass. "She wants it. Look at her. She's practically begging for it."
"Uhhnnn," Chaewon lets out. She drops her head forward, resting her forehead against the cool surface of the mirror. "God, yes. Okay? Fine. Fuck. Yes. Please. Just... fix it."
Fuck it. Operating purely on instinct now, every rule you've ever learned about workplace conduct has just been tossed out the window into the alleyway behind the studio. You sink to your knees behind her. The view is even more incredible as this angle, her ass with that tiny, wet scrap of black fabric barely hanging on now fully in your face.
"You're sure?" you ask, needing to hear it one last time. No way this is real.
"Do it before I change my mind," Chaewon hisses.
You lean in and the smell of her heat hits you. Fuck... this is real. Fuck formalities. Fuck teasing. You press your face right against her, your tongue flat against her soaked thong.
"FUCK!" Chaewon cries out, her knees buckling bracing her hands against the mirror to not fall.
You lick a long stripe up the center of the fabric, tasting her through it. This is crazy. You want to slide the thong to the side so bad, but it's so hard to pull your mouth away for just a second. Latched onto her, you suck hard, feeling the heat and wetness against your lips.
"Oh my god," Kazuha says from above you, delighted. "Look at that. He's starving, good boy."
Ignoring her, your focus is entirely on Chaewon and her moaning. You can feel her clenching, desperate for more.
"Slide the thong over alreadyyy," Chaewon whines, reaching back blindly. Her fingers scrabble against your hair, then dip lower to the latch between her legs. "Take it off. Do something, just get rid of it. I need... I need your tongue on me."
You take your mouth off, as much as you don't want to. There's a soft click as you unsnap the part covering her core. The thong part of the bodysuit falls away. You don't waste a second and right back dive in, burying your face in her bare folds.
The way she tastes as you lap at her folds, it's insane. You then swirl your tongue around her clit before sucking it. She's sooo wet, so ready, that you feel it on your face already.
"Ahhhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Chaewon's hips buck back against your face. "Yessss! Right fucking there! Don't you dare stop!"
Following exactly what she says, you don't stop, you want to make her fall apart. Your nose presses against her other hole, adding a dirty pressure that makes her gasp, while your tongue fucks her entrance in rapid, shallow thrusts.
"You're making quite the mess," Kazuha observes as you hear her start to move. "Look at him go. He's not even coming up for air."
You try to glance up, your vision filled with the curve of Chaewon's ass. Kazuha is leaning back against the bench, her own Lululemon shorts now pulled down to her knees revealing a white Calvin Klein thong. Her hand is deep down the front of it, moving in slow, deliberate circles.
"Are you seeing this Zuha?" Chaewon pants, her eyes opening to meet her friend's gaze in the mirror. "Are you seeing how fucking good he is at this?"
"Yesss... fuck... it looks... it looks like it feels fucking amazing. He's really into it, it has to feel sooooo good."
"He's soooo...," Chaewon whines, dropping her head again. "It feels so good. I'm not... I'm not going to last long if he keeps this up."
"Don't hold back," Kazuha fingers move faster. "Let him fucking have it. Cover his face."
The dirty talk is spiraling out of control, pushing all of you toward the edge. You double down, sucking on Chaewon's clit with hard, rhythmic pulses. Moving your head down a bit to slip two fingers inside of her, fuck that's tight, you hook them to find that spot that drives women crazy.
Her entire body tenses as her back arches and thighs shake. The walls clamp down squeezing so tight around your fingers. She cums as she lets out a long broken moan. You help her ride it out, tongue still deep in her folds until she pulls away gasping for air.
"Hollllllyyyy fuck," Chaewon slides down the mirror until she's crouching on the floor. "That was... that was insane, what the actual fuck? Was not expecting you to be THAT good."
Kazuha pulls her fingers out from her thong, you see how wet they are as moves to stand right in front of you.
You look up at her cleaning your face of Chaewon's juices with your heart still racing.
"I need some help with something too."
Kazuha hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her thong to slide it down her legs before kicking it aside. What a sight. "Stand up... now."
You do.
Kazuha grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you towards the front of the bench. Guess you won't be catching your breath. She then lifts her leg and puts her foot on the bench beside you.
"I now have the same exact problem, think you can fix it like you fixed hers?"
So you do just that, first leaning forward to kiss her lips and then slowly you make your way down her neck before you sit on the ground in front of the bench. Her folds are right in front of you now and she’s just as beautiful as Chaewon. What is your life?
You start licking her, wanting to cover every inch. Kazuha is vocal immediately, her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. Your hands grab her ass to help her maintain her balance.
"Just... like... that," she groans, her head falling back. "Your mouth is... fuck. You're so fucking good at this."
While you're deep in her folds, you hear the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling.
Your belt.
"Look at this," Chaewon murmurs as her face is now near your waist. "Seems like someone's been soooo hard this whole time."
She unzips your pants and yanks them down your legs along with your briefs, freeing your length. It slaps against your stomach. Fuck. Your hips jerk forward and let out a small moan.
"Oh... he's big," Chaewon wraps her hand around the base giving you an test squeeze. "And thick."
"Don't distract him," Kazuha pants, looking down at you. "I'm close."
You redouble your efforts on Kazuha, flicking your tongue rapidly over her clit while slipping a finger inside her the same way you made Chaewon cum. She’s tighter than Chaewon, her muscles grip you like a vice. She grinds her hips against your face, trying to reach the edge.
Then you suddenly have to stop because you feel something so amazing that you feel your soul almost leave your body.
A wet warmth envelops the tip of your length.
You look down just as Chaewon takes you deeper into her mouth as she’s on her hands and knees with her ass in the air. Watching her, she bobs her head up and down your shaft, she takes you so deep. Every time she goes down you feel her throat relax to fit you in and every time she comes up her tongue swirls around your head while you can feel the pool of saliva slowly form around your base.
"Fuuucckkk," you moan against Kazuha's core.
The sensation is overwhelming as you eat out one gorgeous idol while getting the blowjob of your life from another.
"Does her... does her mouth feel good?" Kazuha asks, watching Chaewon work. "Looks like she really... fuck... she really knows what she's doing, she's always told me she's reallllll good at that, no gag reflex at all."
You nod as the words don't, can't, come to mind, as you switch to sucking on Kazuha's clit, grazing it gently with your teeth.
You keep up the same rhythm, your finger pumping in and out of her as you continue to suck on her clit. Down below, Chaewon's hand is now twisting and sliding up and down your length faster and faster in unison with her mouth. She moans to add even more to what you think is the best thing you've ever felt. Do not cum, you don't want this to end, ever.
"I'm fuck... I think I'm cu... I'm so close," Kazuha's thighs begin to tremble on either side of your head. "Please... please please don't stop doing that, I need this so bad!"
With a final cry Kazuha cums and her juices flood your mouth as you keep her upright through it, still gripping her ass. Never plan on letting go of this amazing ass. Holding your head in place she grinds against you until she's spent.
"Fuckkkkk," she releases her grip on your hair and slumps back against the bench, looking down at you cum drunk. "That was... so fucking good."
You finally let go of her folds. Breathe. You haven't been able to for a while. Gasping for air, your face is slick with a combo of both of their juices. Chaewon is still working your length with all of the enthusiasm. Fuck, you might die right here, right now. She looks up at you and pops you out of her mouth.
"We're not finished yet," pumping your saliva coated shaft with her hand.
She leans forward and runs her tongue up the underside of your shaft to the head and swirls it, without breaking eye contact.
"Are you close? I want... no... need you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad. Do you think you can do that for me?"
"I don't think so," Kazuha clamps her hand down on Chaewon’s shoulder to pull her back. "Not yet. He not getting off that easy."
Chaewon blinks. "What? That's not fair... ughhhhhhh," actually pouting as she’s dragged away from your lap. "But he's so ready. Look at him."
"Exactly. If he cums now, the fun is over. We can't have that, I don't know about you but I still want to have some fun."
Yep. You're going to die here.
Your length throbs in the open air twitching at the sheer unfairness of the situation. Just beg for mercy, that might work. Kazuha points a finger at the bench.
"Sit."
Fine, if this is your final resting place, so bet it.
The awkwardness in how you scramble and fumble towards the bench with your pants now around your ankles will go down as the most thing to ever happen.
Maybe they didn't see it.
"Good boy," Kazuha says before turning towards Chaewon. "Go on, hop on."
Definitely don't need to tell Chaewon twice. The leggings immediately come the rest of the way off. If only they were that easy to put on. She comes over to the bench and puts her knees on either side of you with her core directly above you tip.
"God, I want you to feel how wet I still am because of you." She reaches down and grips your shaft to line you up with her entrance, your tip now grinding against her slick entrance. God she's still dripping wet. "You feel that? I think I'm ready, hope you are."
"Go on Chaewon, ride him already," Kazuha urges, standing right beside you two, arms crossed over her chest. "Show him how the leader handles it."
"Oh I will." Chaewon sinks down.
She’s tight...
incredibly tight...
but so wet.
You slide in with one smooth, glide.
HOLY FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?
Her walls stretch around you to fit all of you in.
You let out a groan like you never have before.
"Fuckkkkk," Breathe. "You're... just... fuck."
"What? Am I... am I too tight?" Chaewon pitchy and breathless. She starts to move, she lifts her hips up and the drops them down. "You feel so huge inside me."
"Good fucking lord, you feel unreal," you manage to gasp out.
The rhythm set by Chaewon is nothing short of desperate. She braces her hands on your shoulders for, you feel her nails dig in. Her ass slaps against your thighs with every downward thrust. The sound of it. The fucking sound of it.
Plap.
Plap.
Plap.
Your mind processes it in slow motion as you just try to survive.
"Look at that," Kazuha watched intently. She reaches out to poke Chaewon’s bouncing ass cheek. "You're really taking it all. Look at how much he's stretching you out."
"Zuha, don't you dare fucking distract me," Chaewon grinds down harder, making your eyes roll back.
"Distract you? I'm giving you a compliment." Kazuha leans in closer to your face locking into your eyes. "Does she feel good? Is her tight little pussy gripping you tight?"
"Fuck," you choke out, nodding. "So... so so good. Best I've ever felt."
"That's fucking right I am," Chaewon pants. She mashes her chest against yours, seeking out your mouth. You kiss her, messy and wet, tongues tangling as she continues to bounce on your lap.
You can feel the pressure building in your core. Don't know how much longer... so close.
"Fuck... slow down before I cum, I can't take much longer of you going this fast."
"No, that's not allowed, not yet." Chaewon squeezes her internal muscles deliberately.
Your hips buck up involuntarily in response.
"Just hold it a little longer, I'm so close, let me cum first."
"She's sooo demanding today," Kazuha laughs. "Better give the leader what she wants. Grab her hips, help her out."
You slide your hands down her back to grip her waist. Sliding yourself a little off the bench and using your elbows for leverage to thrust up into before she drops all the way down. Yeah this is the spot.
"Ohhhhh myyyyy...! Fuck! That's it... you're so fucking big... fuck!"
The sight of her is something else.
Her flushed face.
Her hair sticking to her forehead.
The way her bodysuit clings to her frame.
"I'm sooooo close... fuck! You ready for me to cum all over your cock! Fuck!"
She slams down onto you one last time. Her entire body seizes up. Her walls pulse around you while she buries her face in your neck to quiet her screams, her breath hot against your skin.
"That's a good fucking girl," Kazuha soothingly pats Chaewon’s back. "There's no way no one else heard how loud you were at all."
"Please just shut up for one sec Kazuha," Chaewon mumbles into your shoulder, still going through the aftershocks. She then looks at you, "Wow. Just wow."
She lifts herself off you slowly, your length sliding out of her with a wet schlick. A string of precum connects you for a moment before breaking. You’re still rock hard, needing to cum, but you know how this is going to go.
"You know what I'm going to say" Kazuha shoves Chaewon gently to the side.
Kazuha turns around shoving that fit ass in your face.
"I want you to watch my ass while I ride you."
She squats all the way down your length to the base.
God how is it this tight. HOW?
"Fuck me, you're so thick."
Kazuha leans back to put her head on your shoulder. She then starts to bounce up and down.
You reach around her body to grab onto her perky breasts. Her nipples are so hard. You pinch them, and she lets out a sharp hiss.
"Harder, I need you to pinch them harder."
You obey and pinch them as hard as you can while she continues to ride.
Watching her ass cheeks ripple every time they hit your thighs is going to be engrained in your mind. She’s incredible.
"Look at us. Two idols, using a staff member like a fucking toy in a changing stall. It's so hot, isn't it?"
"Soooooo... fucking.... hot."
Just thing about baseball or sitting in traffic or LITERALLY ANTYHING.
"Chaewon-unnie, look. Look how much he's stretching me out. It feels so good."
Chaewon lifts her head from her hands, still cum drunk. "It does. He's hitting that same spot he did with me, isn't he?"
"He is. He's fills me up so fucking good. But I need more. I want it harder."
She grabs onto your knees and slams herself down even harder.
PLAP.
PLAP.
PLAP.
In the mirror you see her start to quickly rub her clit.
"Fuck fuck fuck. Yes yes yes yes. Yes!"
You thrust up into her, matching her pace. Every muscle in your body is tense as you try not to cum.
"Come on Zuha," Chaewon encourages, reaching out to stroke Kazuha’s hair. "Cum for him. Soak his cock."
A final, sharp cry then Kazuha gets over that edge. Her back arches against your chest as her orgasm rips through her. She cries out and her walls clamp down.
You freeze, holding your breath.
Not yet, whatever you do, do not cum yet. Don't let this end.
Kazuha slumps against you to catch her breath. It doesn't take that long before she pulls herself off you. Your cock plops out so wet with her. She stands up on shaky legs.
"Fuck, that felt great. How the fuck did you not cum?"
Sweat drips down your forehead. "I'm fucking dying here. I didn't want this to end."
You look at Chaewon, she still has that post orgasm glow. You remember the position she was in when you first entered the stall.
"Get over here." The authority in your tone surprises even you.
Chaewon’s eyes widen. She knows exactly what you want.
"Bend over. Just like you were when I was fixing your leggings."
She bends and sticks her ass out.
"Like this?" she looks back with a smirk.
"Fuckkkkk yes," you growl.
You stand up, finally shoving your pants all the way off. Thankfully not as awkward as before. Linking yourself up behind her, you grip her hips.
"You going to fucking fill me up?" she teases as she wiggles her ass.
"You better believe it."
You push inside.
God it feels so much deeper this way. You bottom out almost immediately, your hips pressing against her ass. Chaewon lets out a loud moan.
You don't wait.
You can't afford to.
You start to thrust, hard and fast.
You take her exactly the way you wanted to since the moment you heard her struggling with those stupid spandex pants.
"Yessssss! Fuck me! Use me!"
The sound of your hips slamming against her ass is so loud. Probably too loud. The stall is shaking with the force of your thrusts.
"Fuck that's hot," Kazuha says from the bench. "Stretch her out. Make her beg for more."
"He's stretching me out so fucking much! It's so deep!"
You reached out, gathering her hair in your fist and pull her head back.
"You like that? You like taking my big thick cock?"
"I love it! I love your fucking cock! It's so thick! It's stretching this tight pussy out so fucking much!" The filth pouring out of her mouth is so dirty, desperate, and it drives you wild.
This is it, you can't last any longer.
"Cum inside me... fuck! Please please please! I want it! I need you to fucking fill this pussy up!"
"Beg for it," Kazuha chimes in. "Beg him."
"PLEASE! Please cum in me! I'm a dirty little slut! My pussy needs your cum! Paint my insides! Own this pussy! It's yours!"
That’s it. That’s the trigger.
"FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!"
You slam your hips against her ass one last time, trying to go as deep as possible. You vision starts to go and your body locks up.
FUCK.
You cum harder than you ever have in your life. It feels like it lasts forever as you flood her with cum. She's squeezing so tight around you, milking you dry.
"Yes! Yes! I can feel it! It... it feels... FUCK... it's so fucking good!" her body shakes violently.
You freeze, you both just freeze, trying to catch your breath.
The world slowly comes back into focus. You pull out and see your release run down her thigh.
"Holy fucking shit."
"Yeah... holy shit."
"Bravo, bravo. What a fucking show," Kazuha quips, tossing a pack of wet wipes from her bag at you.
You catch them even with your still shaking hands. You start to help Chaewon clean herself up when the sound of someone clearing their throat comes from just outside the curtain.
A very familiar, very polite throat clearing.
"Chaewon? Kazuha?" Sakura calls out, cheerful and completely oblivious to the absolute depravity that just went down three feet away from her face. "Manager-nim says we have five minutes until the camera rolls. Are you guys doing okay in there?"
Chaewon’s eyes go so so so wide. She looks at you, then at Kazuha, panic replacing her post orgasm glow.
"We'll be out in a bit Kkura-unnie!" Kazuha yells back, somehow calm as a cucumber. She looks at the two of you and smirks. "We had a... problem with the leggings. We're fixing it now."
"Okay! Don't be late!" You hear her footsteps leave the room and go back down the hallway.
What in the fuck just happened? Did that actually happen?
"We are definitely going to be late."
Chaewon just laughs as she quickly pulls her leggings back up.
