Word count: 4.5K | Tags: Smut, No Plot, Foursome, Cunnilingus, Piercings, Doggy, 69, Creampie, Deepthroat, Edging, Squirting.
Amidst the orgy in IU's new house, Tzuyu can't resist Dahyun's trembling body. Filled with the same lust, Seungdae takes Chaeyoung to join them.
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Tzuyu stood and went with Dahyun, who was still shivering with her legs fully spread from the orgasm IU had given her.
"She k-kissed me," the pale girl stuttered at the touch of the maknae.
"I think she did way more than that," the tall woman smirked, kneeling to lick her folds, inhaling Dahyun's musk and admiring the little puddle of squirt on her white butt.
"Tzuyu, we haven't really…"
"Do you want to?" The tanned woman chuckled, raising her eyebrows as she crawled over Dahyun, watching her nod shyly.
Gently, Tzuyu leaned to kiss her. Just a brush of the lips, waiting for her to confirm if she really desired to continue. One second of doubt, and Dahyun stretched her neck to follow along, giggling as their lips finally joined for one profound kiss.
Hearing Seungdae's voice in the back, the maknae got her knees up on the couch, using her massive thighs to keep Dahyun's equally meaty legs spread, letting her torso get as close to her friend as possible, causing both of them to laugh when they felt their nipples caressing each other's skin.
Carrying Chaeyoung with one arm, he turned to see Tzuyu's tanned ass and pussy contrasting with Dahyun's pale butt and pink folds. "You have no idea how much I wanted to see that," he told the slim woman in his arms.
"Can you manage the three of us?" She grinned devilishly.
"Only one way to find out," he laughed, carefully placing Chaeyoung on the couch, at Dahyun's right, before kneeling to caress Tzuyu's ass while her hands ran all over her sensitive friend. While the tattooed woman leaned to witness her friends' lips kissing, making both of them flush at her not-so-subtle presence, Seungdae's tongue tickled her lover's puckered hole.
The now familiar sensation triggered in both a rush of lust, causing the man to devour Tzuyu's butt, while the maknae pulled Chaeyoung for a fervent kiss. With their previous makeout session, where IU ate the woman's pierced cunt, the two younger members had lost any restraint with each other, surprising Dahyun with their bites and giggles.
Swaying her ass, Tzuyu guided the kiss to the pale woman's lips, again, seeing a bit of doubt in her movements, but quickly adapting to Chaeyoung's plump lips, even pulling her to bite her properly. Satisfied with the up-close show, she moved to kiss Dahyun's neck, giggling at her gasps of surprise as her small hand grabbed the maknae's hair.
Seungdae moved down to those precious folds he had come to memorize. Even though he wanted to go further down to please Dahyun, he could not help but get lost in Tzuyu's nectar, gently kissing her outer lips before spreading her inner petals to take a deep lick of her walls. With his hands running down to the pale woman, slowly sliding down to her groin, he gave one last tour through the tall woman's pussy, planting a few kisses on her clit as a way to tell her he'll return to her.
He felt the incredible heat and delicious musk emanating from Dahyun. The puddle of squirt was still there. Eager, he sipped it, savoring the result of Jieun's fingers doing her magic on those beautiful pink folds. 'Time to drink from the fountain,' he thought, kissing her inner thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to her cunt until his tongue ran through her slit.
Her instant moan triggered flashbacks of the afternoon they shared. From the moment she stripped naked, revealing her tiny waist and child-bearing hips, to her belly bulging, and her screams asking him to cum inside her.
The more he ate her, the more he felt his energy coming back, and the more his tongue swirled through her creases and her clit. Just like that time, it seemed that a direct lick to her sensitive bean wiped away any self-restraint she had.
In a second, Dahyun's breathing could be heard. She had taken Chaeyoung by her cheeks, taking her meaty lips for a lustful kiss, leaving her hands free to roam on her friend's bodies, finally giving herself the chance to play with their pierced nipples, pinching and pulling them as hard as her delicate digits could.
"Can I— Can I taste your pussy?" Dahyun panted in the slim woman's lips, sliding a finger through the ring on her nipple to pull her closer to her.
"Only if I can taste yours," Chaeyoung grinned, biting her lips. Since Tzuyu heard them, she pulled Dahyun for another kiss before sitting on the couch to give them space. "My turn," the tattooed woman smirked to Seungdae while Dahyun wiggled her way to rest her head comfortably, staying close to Tzuyu's thighs.
With the maknae's gentle petting and the man's impressed but approving nod, she got ready to welcome Chaeyoung's pierced petals into her mouth. Dahyun's eyes widened, surprised by how much her tongue could pull the rings, but mostly because of the one piercing on the hood of her friend's clit.
"I still remember the first time I played with it," Tzuyu smirked flirtily at Seungdae, wiggling her ass.
"Truly an unforgettable experience," he replied, spanking those tanned buttcheeks and rubbing his shaft against her drenched slit. "You want to see them, don't you?"
"How did you know?" The maknae grunted, impaling herself on his length, and stretching her back to pull his head to her neck.
"I know what my angel likes," he whispered, kissing the spot behind her left ear while his right hand pressed on her lower abdomen, feeling his own cock move as she swayed her hips.
"I love it when you call me that," Tzuyu giggled, keeping her eyes on Chaeyoung's lower back as she leaned to lick Dahyun's folds.
"My angel?" He chuckled, holding her as close to his own body as he could. "That's what you are."
"Are you sure IU sunbaenim doesn't mind?" She moaned, letting him guide her hand to her womb.
"That I call you my angel or that I'm fucking you?" He grinned, thrusting harder into the tall woman.
"Both," she let out in a gasped moan, unable to hide her smile.
Seungdae held Tzuyu's jaw and turned her to behold Jeongyeon's multitasking skills, scissoring with Nayeon and making out with Jihyo, both busty women fiercely pulling each other's nipples while the older girl chuckled at them. Then, she looked down to find IU, lying flat on the floor, legs spread with Sana eating her cunt, Momo making her suck her nipple, and Mina sitting on her hand.
"This was all her idea. She wanted us all to go wild," he explained as he fucked her, slowly increasing his pace. "Trust me, she likes you. You've got nothing to fear."
His words soothed any worry in her system. Ogling at the way her sunbae was used by the three Japanese members, but also lusting over Dahyun and Chaeyoung, Tzuyu melted in his embrace. "Fuck me," she demanded, twisting her torso to bite his lip before getting on all fours.
Her pussy was already used to accommodating him from all angles, gripping onto his girth for almost as long as she wanted to. The immediate ramming was exactly what she wanted.
Dahyun saw that in Tzuyu's trembling eyes as her smile showed pleasure and satisfaction. Locking eyes with the maknae only drove the pale woman's lust even higher. While she tried to focus on playing with Chaeyoung's piercings and enjoy the way she was licking her folds, Dahyun could not help but remember the striking visuals of Seungdae's cock making her belly bulge when he fucked her.
The more vividly the memories hit her, the more she craved it. Still fixed on Tzuyu's eyes, her hand reached the tall woman's navel, pressing it to feel the man's tip hitting right below it with every hard thrust.
The lovers noticed her hunger. Seungdae went even harder, making their flesh clap as he shoved his full length into the maknae every time. Tzuyu arched her lower back to give him full access to her insides, biting her lower lip, making her whimpers sound as arousing as possible.
"Tzu…" Dahyun managed to whine, biting Chaeyoung's rings, pulling her inner lips.
"Yes?" Tzuyu replied teasingly, raising her eyebrows and leaning toward her face.
"Can I?" She asked, making the tattooed woman stop, turn back to see what was happening, and understand right away.
A deep moan came out from the maknae. "Can you what?" She insisted as Seungdae increased his speed and Dahyun's fingers hugged the outline of his girth.
"Can he fuck me?" She battled to request. Seungdae slammed his manhood into Tzuyu and stayed there, leaning toward both women.
"Don't stop until she cums," the tall woman told him, turning to kiss his lips, clenching her walls as he slid out of her pussy. "Enjoy it," she added as Chaeyoung moved from Dahyun, allowing them to kiss.
"Can I go next?" Chaeyoung asked him with a wide grin, quickly gasping at the sudden pull on her nipple rings.
"Just like last time?" He wondered, biting her plump lower lip. She nodded, feeling his fingers run through her folds to play with her adornments. "And how do you want it?" He turned to see an eager Dahyun, kneeling on the sofa.
"Hard." No doubt in Dahyun's words, just thirst and hunger.
The next thing she knew, her knees were pressing against her boobs, and Seungdae was already carrying her in the air as he sat on the couch, aligning his shaft, drenched in Tzuyu's nectar, right at her entrance.
They locked eyes. Despite the clear fear in her face, she nodded quickly, and he let her fall on his length. Both grunted, instantly hugging each other.
"Do it," Dahyun let out, trembling as her walls gripped onto his girth right before he fucked her as hard as he was fucking Tzuyu mere moments ago. There was no need to see her belly or touch it; she felt his cock rearrange her insides at every pounding, hitting her cervix at first, and then fucking its way to her fornix, scratching his back more and more every second.
Seungdae felt time dilate around him. Loving the way Dahyun's walls felt around his shaft at every strong movement, he spotted Jieun fully locked between the Japanese members, too lost in her pleasure to notice anything around her, too close to her climax to care. Then he noticed the two younger members leering at him and Dahyun, as if awaiting instructions. Hugging Dahyun with both arms and grabbing her meaty ass, he called them.
Chaeyoung went to his left, forcing Dahyun to look up. They smiled at each other, sharing the understanding that they needed to feel their insides stretched and reshaped. Both stared at each other's lips until they kissed.
Tzuyu, however, let herself admire Dahyun's butt rippling as her lover fucked her. She got closer to his right, sitting to kiss him while her right hand went between her friend's buttcheeks. First, she spread her digits around his girth, taking a bit of the pale woman's juices to cover her digits. Then, she let her fingers wander on that pink pucker hole, already slightly stretched by Seungdae's girth.
The first digit getting into her rectum made her hum in confusion, but the second one made her grunt and tremble. "That's another first for today," the maknae giggled, moving her fingers in and out of Dahyun's ass, leaning to kiss her lover.
The instant clench and added bounce from Dahyun pushed Seungdae closer to his climax, but the glance of Jieun, experiencing her own orgasm, trying her best not to explode in Sana's face, added the arousal that called for him to announce it.
"Where?" He grunted while Tzuyu bit his lip, keeping him close to her.
"Inside," Dahyun whimpered, feeling Chaeyoung pinching her nipple.
"For real?" Seungdae turned, going harder on the pale woman without noticing it.
"Fill me," she nodded, lusting in his eyes. "I want to feel it," she added with a smile, a moment before being pulled by Chaeyoung for another kiss, the same as Tzuyu did with him.
He could tell Dahyun was also close. Trusting in his own ability and the helping hands of the two women at his sides, he allowed himself to feel his orgasm approaching, hugging the pale woman as hard as her walls hugged his manhood, and getting drunk on Tzuyu's lips.
Dahyun knew what was coming, but the added twist on her nipple and fingers in her butthole intensified the warm explosion on her insides. The sensation of his semen spurting right against her cervix triggered her animalistic side, making her grind over his shaft until her own climax arrived, squeezing every remaining bit of sperm that was inside of him.
Without breaking her kiss with Chaeyoung, which served to calm her down from her orgasm, she felt Tzuyu's fingers slipping out of her ass. Even through her shivering, she purposefully clenched her cunt to feel his load spread inside of her.
Seungdae was surprised by the maknae's fingers joining their make-out session, bringing a slightly bitter taste coming from Dahyun's rectum. Once the flavor was gone, Tzuyu continued kissing him, giggling at his curious eyes.
He was scanning the panorama around him, primarily Jieun having her pussy eaten by Mina, keeping her on the edge of another climax. Then he noticed Momo looking for a good dildo to attach to the strap Sana and Nayeon were helping her adjust.
"No, use that one," he instructed, pointing to the toy shaped like two realistic cocks, one slightly larger than the other, merged by their undersides, clearly designed for one hole. His words left the members in disbelief. "She's taken Jongsuk and me at the same time; she can handle that," he stated, winking at IU. She shook her head, laughing with him from afar while the attentive members were awed by his comment.
While Sana pulled Nayeon for a kiss, and Momo made Mina stand up by shoving a few fingers up her ass before carrying a weakened Jieun to fuck her, Seungdae took Dahyun's face, staring at her eyes. A gentle nod, and he kissed her.
"You feel great," he chuckled, clenching his manhood inside of her.
"It feels even better without all the stress," she giggled, contracting her walls, embarrassed by her friend's laughs.
"My turn to eat her," Tzuyu grinned, locking eyes with Dahyun.
"His turn to use me," Chaeyoung smiled devilishly, pushing him to the corner of the couch while the maknae took the pale woman to make her lie on the other end of the sofa.
"Clench all you want, but I'm taking that load out of you," the tall woman warned Dahyun as she kissed her body, neck to pussy, ready to savor her friend.
"Mister?" The tattooed girl sat on her legs, obediently waiting for his instructions.
Scoffing at the marvelous sight that she was, but not wanting to miss a second of his girlfriend getting fucked by Momo and Mina while they had her eat Sana's cunt, he let his back rest on the couch. "Ass up here," he commanded.
Chaeyoung grinned and obeyed, placing her legs over her shoulders, facing down to his cock until she wiggled her way so her pussy brushed his mouth. He pushed her back, letting her torso rest on his, and her mouth get his semi-hard dick within reach. Happily, she took his shaft with both hands and began licking his glans, ensuring he would feel her plump lips with every frequent kiss.
Seungdae used the time to relax and eat Chaeyoung's pierced cunt, going over each ring, leaving the one on her hood at the end, all while he witnessed Momo stretching IU's walls and Mina's trickery hands play with the soloist's butthole.
He took a moment to admire Chaeyoung's pussy. Her inner lips, hanging wherever the weight of the rings dictated, and the piercing on the hood of her clit, revealing her small bean, stimulating it every time his tongue moved it to either side.
He breathed her musk. He didn't know what it was about her, but even if she wasn't so willing to be treated like a rag doll, her scent alone awakened the need to fuck her as wildly as possible. Inhaling her directly from her folds and her tight asshole, in addition to the show happening on the other couch, brought back his full erection, causing Chaeyoung to grip his girth tightly to maintain it on her mouth.
Taking advantage of her eagerness, Seungdae hugged her hips tightly and reached for her hair. He felt her giggle as her mouth opened wider, letting him force his shaft into her throat, even though the position and the curvature of his length made it way more difficult than the last time.
She battled, unconsciously making his dick thicker by gripping onto it tightly until her gagging and retching produced enough spit for one final push to allow her throat to engulf his whole manhood.
There, losing the fight with her reflexes, unable to move or breathe, and getting more blood to her head, Chaeyoung wondered how many times Seungdae had used her sunbae's throat just like he was using hers. Right there, while she watched IU's holes fucked by that double dildo and now an extra toy in her butthole, courtesy of Mina, who caught her lusting.
The loving eyes of her girlfriend and her beautiful gummy smile served as an extra drive to handle the cock in her throat. Motivated to make her beloved proud, Chaeyoung bobbed her head, triggering a series of hard thrusts from the man, bringing tears to her cheeks until he grabbed her hair and pulled her all the way to his face. The thick thread of drool hung all the way from her mouth, through her torso, down to his dick, now brushing her folds.
Between the gasps, an unintentional laugh, and her heart pounding through her chest, she could not cough. Still, her eyes remained on Mina, who, shocked by the abrupt maneuver, let go of the dildo she was using on IU and took the chance to quickly shove Seungdae's replica up the soloist's ass, smiling back at Chaeyoung.
"Do you know what I like so much about you?" Seungdae whispered, running his hand through her soft tummy all the way up to her firm, pierced tits, her slim neck, and her pretty face, spreading her thick spit all over her.
Chaeyoung smirked, gawking at Mina, knowing she loved to see her degraded. "My small size next to your big cock? My tight pussy dripping for you?" She asked him, grinding over his shaft, letting her back press against his warm skin as his hand covered her face in drool. "My dick-sucking lips all over you?" She added, turning to see his face, purposefully exhaling to his nose.
"All of the above," he replied, pulling her for a sloppy kiss. "But I was thinking of how incredibly obedient you are."
"Mhmm," she let out on his lips, taking his slippery meat against her adorned slit. "You can use me however you want," Chaeyoung grinned playfully.
"Then don't cum until I tell you," He ordered, pulling her whole frame over the tip of his manhood right as Jieun turned to see him. "No matter what."
Chaeyoung grunted as he slowly lowered her, forcing her to feel every part of her walls stretching to take his girth and his length, locking eyes in the process until another tear ran down her face, this time because of the pleasure she felt. When his glans hit her cervix, the pain started, but he pushed her down, bringing a wave of chills through her system as he made his way to her posterior fornix, allowing for the rest of his meat to enter her body.
"F-Fine," She chuckled after her folds touched his groin, feeling her cunt on fire due to the stretching and the pleasure she was subjected to. With troubled breathing, she let herself be played with, whimpering as quietly as she could so they could hear IU's self-produced grunts after the soloist forced her ass to take the girthy dildo attached to Momo's strap.
The added pinching on Chaeyoung's nipples made her aware of her own actions and her surroundings. She noticed her hips were rocking on their own, taking his length back inside her pussy as soon as he pulled out. Her nails dug into his thighs, but he had her firmly grabbed by her tits. One, massaging her left boob, the other, playing with her piercing, pulling the ring to pinch her nub from below the metal piece.
Around her, she found more depravity. At her left, the familiar picture of Tzuyu's thick thighs and tanned folds as she shared a deep kiss with Dahyun. This time, passing the load Seungdae had deposited on the pale woman's cunt some minutes ago from mouth to mouth.
In front of her, the older members were eating each other's pussies. Jihyo was lying on the couch's armrest with her legs fully spread to allow Nayeon to lick and finger her cunt. The oldest member was in a perfect doggy style position, offering her slit to Jeongyeon, who was grabbing her friend's meaty butt to devour that fat pussy.
The three of them had their eyes fixed on IU, now turned into a bitch in heat, moving her own hips against Momo's relentless thrusts and locking Sana into place to drown in her folds. Chaeyoung then saw Mina's thighs below their busty friend. She knew that face; her girlfriend was already in a trance to explore more of their sunbae's limits, and nothing external would get her out of that state.
Chuckling, she let her focus return to the manhood using her pussy. Chaeyoung rested her back on his warm chest and turned to see his face, forcing him to look at her. "M-more," she begged, whimpering with a weak smile.
"You really love being in here, don't you?" He growled; she nodded. "No cumming until I say so, remember?" She cried at his words, nodding quickly. "Such an adorable fuck doll you are," he grinned, choking her tightly with his left hand, actually blocking her pipe as he rammed her cunt.
Both got carried away by their own sensations as they enjoyed the show the Japanese members were giving everyone, using IU to a level not even Seungdae had witnessed in person. His free hand ran through her slim frame, going through her tits, to her adorned nipples, to her cute stomach, until his fingers slid down to her trimmed bush to find her most useful enhancement.
"Mhmmm!" Chaeyoung cried, feeling him pull the ring on her hooded clit to reveal her sensitive bean, using the tip of his finger to rub it directly. She gasped right away, feeling her whole existence thrown towards the doors of her climax. "M-more," she moaned, barely audible as the grip on her neck tightened and his thrusts intensified.
As much as she wanted to focus on her sunbae, trying to imagine how insanely good she must feel, Chaeyoung felt her own body crossing the line to her orgasm. Obediently, she put all of her energy into stopping it, clenching her whole core as if that would make it easier.
Seungdae, however, was a lost cause. Not only was he physically absorbed by the tattooed woman's tight grip on his length, but he was also enchanted by Jieun's animalistic moans. The harder they fucked his girlfriend, the harder he fucked Chaeyoung without even realizing it, at least until the short woman suddenly began trembling with her whole body.
Her climax was already there, present, flooding her body, but still, she held it back. She could feel it growing inside every pore and every nerve. The lack of air did not help. Her eyes could barely focus on IU drowning in Sana's squirt, just like she was getting drowned in the immense pleasure that was building inside of her.
She saw her sunbae's lower half tweak so hard that Momo had trouble keeping the huge dildo buried in IU's asshole.
Things got blurry. One moment, the actress was on her knees, the next one, she was on the floor, convulsing and squirting with the round head of a magic wand fully shoved in her pink cunt.
Seungdae was almost in a similar state to his girlfriend, going crazy on her, ravaging her pussy, inside and out, adding more and more to hold in her small frame.
Then, IU stood up. Chaeyoung battled to continue admiring her sunbae, almost stumbling with every step of her shaky legs. She grinned, watching her walk towards them, with her cunt firmly gripping a magic wand buzzing from within. IU was soaking in Sana's squirt, and a mixture of fluids dripped through her inner thighs. Her firm tits bounced at every wobbly step. She was broken, used, drunk in her own lust. To Chaeyoung's eyes, the idol had never looked more beautiful, never more perfect.
"Fuck it!" She heard Seungdae growl as his thrusts became shorter with the same amount of force inside her pussy. "Cum now!" He commanded her, flooding her walls with the heat of his seed.
Chaeyoung, however, was too focused on IU to process his order and the fact that Tzuyu and Momo had helped the actress get close to them. The short woman weakly linked eyes with her sunbae, raising her arms for her, yearning for more of her attention.
At the touch of IU's hand, Chaeyoung let go of her own climax, the one she had obediently contained for Seungdae.
No longer in control of herself, she shuddered in place, squirting her juices at every twitch of his manhood inside her cunt. Even with that, Chaeyoung still tried to erase the space between her and IU, unaware that her slender hands pressed the soloist's hypersensitive flesh, catching her tits and instinctively twisting her nipples as she pulled her towards them.
She felt IU's delicate lips brush her own, sending more and more waves of electricity through her frame, adding a more intense twirl on her hands, keeping her sunbae as close to her as possible with her stiff wrists as she felt her walls overflowing with his load, covering every part of her womb with his sperm.
"God…" Seungdae panted, holding both women in his arms, already lying on the couch after his girlfriend fell on them thanks to Chaeyoung. Jieun let go of the tattooed girl's lips to meet her boyfriend's eyes.
Squirming, Chaeyoung witnessed IU's warm smile towards him. She recognized herself in the actress, seeking reassurance from her partner after an intense session.
"I love you so fucking much," he chuckled, kissing IU gently.
"Slutty s-side and all?" Jieun asked him, still trembling and releasing a whimper as Chaeyoung, still high on the aftermath of her climax, captured her nipple in her mouth.
"Every side of you, including the slutty one," he scoffed, kissing her again, twitching his cock inside the short woman.
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Author's note: Of course, if you want more of this, you can read the whole orgy here.
But yeah, this is the last bit of smut I needed to get out of my system to jump into the next thing. I really hope you enjoyed it, but all I got to say is, man, I love writing Chaeyoung... After writing TPT (and all the Chae content I've consumed), she's jumped into my top three along with Tzuyu and Mina.
This means, of course, there will be more of her. If you've followed the timeline with their releases, you can imagine what will be her next big fic of mine.
Kim Dahyun stepped through the front door of her family home, the exhaustion from the world tour melting away as the familiar scent of her childhood wrapped around her. At 24, she was the radiant center of Twice, but here, she was just Dahyun—eager for a quiet night in her own space. Her birthday loomed in a few days, but she had no idea about the surprise her father had meticulously prepared in her room upstairs. Balloons floated silently against the ceiling, a cake sat hidden in the mini-fridge he'd installed just for this, and soft lights twinkled from strings he'd draped across the walls. He wanted it perfect for his little girl, a celebration of her return and her special day.
Dahyun kicked off her shoes in the hallway, her tight black dress clinging to her slender frame like a second skin. The fabric hugged her small breasts, accentuating the gentle curve of her hips, and rode up just enough to tease the smooth skin of her thighs. Tour life had been non-stop—performances, interviews, the constant eyes on her—but now, alone at last, a familiar heat stirred low in her belly. She padded up the stairs, her bare feet silent on the carpet, humming a melody from their latest setlist.
Her father, Mr. Kim, had heard the door click open from his spot in the adjacent study. He'd finished the setup earlier that afternoon, heart swelling with pride for his daughter. Slipping into the shadows of her walk-in closet, door cracked just enough, he waited to spring the surprise when she entered. But as Dahyun pushed open her bedroom door, the room's festive glow caught her eye. She paused, a smile tugging at her lips, but the weight of the tour's pent-up desires hit her harder than expected. The bed looked so inviting, sheets fresh and crisp, and without a second thought, she crossed to it, letting the door swing mostly shut behind her.
Dahyun sank onto the edge of the mattress, her tight dress bunching up around her waist as she leaned back on her elbows. The surprise decorations flickered softly, but her mind wandered elsewhere—to the thrill of the stage, the anonymous fantasies that had kept her up on those long bus rides. Her hand trailed down her neck, fingers brushing over the thin strap of her dress before dipping lower. She tugged the neckline down, exposing one pert breast, her nipple hardening instantly in the cool air. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she pinched it between thumb and forefinger, rolling it firmly.
From his hiding spot, her father froze, breath catching in his throat. He hadn't expected this—not his sweet Dahyun, so bold and unfiltered in her own sanctuary. The closet door offered a perfect, unobstructed view through the slight gap, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. She was beautiful, his daughter, her pale skin glowing under the string lights, the tight dress now a rumpled invitation around her hips.
Emboldened by solitude, Dahyun spread her legs wider, the dress hiking up to reveal her black lace panties. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and slid them down her thighs, kicking them aside with a flick of her foot. Her pussy was already slick, lips puffy and pink from the building ache. She traced a finger along her slit, gathering the wetness there, then brought it to her mouth, sucking it clean with a quiet moan. The taste of herself fueled the fire, and she delved back in, circling her clit with deliberate strokes.
Her father's cock twitched in his pants, straining against the fabric as he watched her hips buck slightly off the bed. He knew he should reveal himself, shout surprise and shatter the moment, but the sight held him captive. Dahyun's free hand kneaded her exposed breast, twisting the nipple harder now, while her other hand plunged two fingers inside her tight pussy, pumping them in and out with wet, rhythmic sounds that filled the room.
Dahyun's breaths came faster, her head falling back against the pillows, blonde hair splaying out like a halo. 'Fuck,' she whispered to the empty room, her voice husky from disuse. She added a third finger, stretching herself, imagining it was something thicker, someone filling her completely. Her thumb pressed down on her clit, rubbing in tight circles as her walls clenched around her fingers. Juices coated her hand, dripping onto the sheets below.
Hidden, her father palmed his erection through his jeans, guilt warring with the raw lust surging through him. She'd grown into such a woman—confident, sensual, her body arching in pleasure he never dreamed he'd witness. He bit his lip to stay silent, eyes locked on the way her pussy lips parted around her thrusting fingers, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
Dahyun's pace quickened, her thighs trembling as she chased release. She pinched her nipple sharply, the sting sending sparks straight to her core. 'Yes... oh god, yes,' she gasped, fingers curling inside to hit that sensitive spot. Her orgasm built like a wave, crashing over her suddenly—her pussy spasming, gushing a little as she cried out, body shuddering on the bed. She rode it out, fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing out every aftershock until she slumped, spent and glowing.
In the closet, her father stifled a groan, his own release soaking his underwear as he came untouched, the taboo thrill overwhelming him. Dahyun lay there catching her breath, oblivious, a satisfied smile on her face amid the birthday surprises waiting to be unveiled. The night was young, and secrets lingered in the air.
playgirl tzuyu x unpopular f!reader // fluff & angst
synopsis: playgirl tzuyu wants reader as her next fling but realizes that she’s not as easy as everyone else. somewhere along trying to get reader in bed, tzuyu falls hard for reader but messes it up.
author’s note: this was so fun to writeeee — i wrote it in one go haha :P thanks for the req!
playgirl tzuyu, pretty angsty, happy ending tho, tzuyu initially wants to get reader in bed, eventually falls in love, fluff fluff
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the first time tzuyu notices you, it’s not because you’re trying.
everyone else around her always does — they laugh a little louder when she walks by, fix their hair, whisper to their friends. some are bold enough to flirt with her outright, while others just hope that she looks their way.
she usually does, and she gets bored just as fast. but you, you don’t even look up when she passes by, your head stuck in a book as you walk.
tzuyu glances back at you again, tilting her head in slight confusion and annoyance.
—
late afternoon sunlight spills across the tables. the library is filled with the quiet sound of pages turning and keyboards clicking. tzuyu isn’t there to study — not really. she’s only here because her friends dragged her along, saying something about how she should try to be productive for once.
tzuyu’s ignoring their conversation — something about thermodynamics — and scans the library, looking for something more interesting to invest her time in. her eyes eventually land on you.
you’re tucked in the corner, wired headphones on, completely focused. there’s a notebook in front of you filled with your neat handwriting. your pen moves quickly like you’re trying to catch up with your own thoughts, filling each line quickly.
you don’t notice her or how she’s looking at you, even when she continues to stare. you don’t budge, not even when one of her friends follows her gaze and nudges her.
“tzu,” nayeon whispers, leaning a little closer to the taiwanese. “who are you staring at?”
tzuyu doesn’t answer right away. she watches you flip a page, frown a little, and then tap your pen against your lips in thought.
“...no one,” tzuyu says finally, her tone a little too casual for someone who's been caught blatantly staring.
nayeon hums, unconvinced. she glances back and forth between you and tzuyu. “right.”
it’s not unusual for her to stare at people. she does it all the time — quick assessments of who’s watching her, who wants her attention, who might be interesting for a while. it’s easy and always predictable, but you’re not. you don’t even look back at her.
“didn’t expect her to be your type,” nayeon quips, not looking up from her textbook. tzuyu finally looks away.
“she’s not my type,” she says, but the words sound weak even to her. tzuyu’s eyes drift back immediately, like a magnet to your frame. you’ve switched tasks now, pulling out a computer from your backpack. you position the device on your thighs, typing away at something on your screen.
tzuyu exhales slowly, resting her chin lightly on her hand. “who is she?” she asks before she can stop herself. nayeon smiles immediately, putting down her textbook to look at the younger girl.
“thought you weren’t interested.”
“im not,” tzuyu replies, albeit a bit too quickly. “i’ve just never seen her before,” she says quietly. nayeon hums.
“different crowd.”
“yeah,” tzuyu murmurs. she looks back at you one last time before facing the other way.
—
she sees you again the next day. and the day after that.
it’s nowhere dramatic — in hallways, classes, or the courtyard. it’s always the same thing. you’re in your own world, talking to a small group of friends of sitting alone, completely unaffected by everything happening around you.
completely unaffected by her. it’s new, and even a little annoying.
—
by the end of the week, tzuyu’s already decided.
“im going to talk to her.”
“finally,” jeongyeon mutters. “you’ve been following her around all week, tzu.”
“i say it’ll last a week,” nayeon adds. “maybe two, if she’s feeling generous.”
tzuyu rolls her eyes. “you’re both annoying.”
but she’s smiling, because in her mind, this is simple — it always is.
—
the first time tzuyu approaches you, it’s deliberate. you’re by your locker, halfway through grabbing your books when someone leans against the one next to yours — almost too close.
“you always look this focused,” tzuyu says with an easy grin, like she’s continuing a conversation you never started. you pause. you slowly look up, and for the first time, you actually see her. there’s a flicker of recognition, sure. everyone on campus knows who she is. but that’s it — there’s not even a hint of fluster, excitement, or immediate interest.
just a small polite “...hi?”
tzuyu blinks once, then twice. your reaction is subtle, but it throws her off more than she expects. most people react, but you don’t. that’s fine, she’ll just have to adjust her strategy a bit. she leans in just a little more, her smile sharpening just slightly.
“hi,” she echoes. “are you going to tell me your name, or do i have to guess?”
you hesitate a little before answering. when you do, it’s simple and straightforward. there’s no attempt to impress her in even the slightest amount or any nerves in your voice. it’s almost as if you don’t really care who she is.
—
from that moment on, it becomes a game for tzuyu. at least, that’s what she tells herself. she’s going to get you to fall for her no matter what, no matter how long it takes. she starts showing up in your line of view more often. she sits right next to you in class even when there are plenty of seats, steals your pen just to see your reaction, and leans over your shoulder to ‘read’ your notes.
“you write a lot,” she comments one day after looking over your shoulder. you don’t react in the way she wants you to.
“i like to”
“why?”
you shrug. “why not.”
that’s all you say — there’s no elaboration or any attempt on your side to continue the conversation.
“are you not curious?” she questions suddenly.
“about what?” you ask, scribbling something in your notebook.
“about me.”
that finally gets your attention. you glance at her, studying her face for a bit before answering. “i already know who you are.” you say it like a fact, as if there’s nothing interesting about her.
—
“she’s interesting,” tzuyu says to her friends as she scrolls through her phone. nayeon snorts at that.
“that’s new. you usually go for the easy ones.”
“well i can go for easy if i want to,” tzuyu replies, defensive for a reason she doesn’t know.
“so then what’s your plan?” jihyo asks. tzuyu smirks, her confidence back in place.
“the usual.”
she’ll flirt and charm you, making you laugh at all her jokes. she’ll get close, get what she wants, then leave, right before it gets complicated.
—
you don’t let her in easily. all your answers to her questions are blunt, simple, almost always answered in a few words. they’re vague and frustrating, making it impossible for her to keep her movie-star smile.
“do you like ice cream?” tzuyu asks spontaneously as soon as class ends. she looking at you with her dimple showing.
“who doesn’t,” you say as you pack your belongings, double-checking to make sure you haven’t forgot anything.
“let’s go get some, then. my treat,” tzuyu loops her arms around yours and drags you across campus.
you don’t say anything, but you let yourself be dragged by her. a small smile forms on your lips when she starts rambling about what flavor to get.
“what about you?” she asks, waiting for your answer.
“you’ll see.”
—
“you always get chocolate,” tzuyu observes after your fifth outing for ice cream after class. “do you never get adventurous? i always pick different flavors.”
“i know. but chocolate’s so perfect,” you say. your answers have gotten somewhat longer. tzuyu grins pleasantly, taking another lick of her cone. at least it isn’t like she’s talking to herself anymore.
—
tzuyu starts asking you more questions, taking you out to lunches and even dinners. she asks you everything and nothing, just to hear your thoughts.
you answer honestly and straight to the point, until you don’t — your answers get longer. you get excited about certain questions, sometimes rambling on for a full minute before you get quiet again. you even find yourself rolling your eyes at some of her questions, a soft laugh slipping from your lips.
tzuyu finds herself actually listening. she waits patiently for your answers, laughing at your jokes as you make conversation. talking to you isn’t just a tactic anymore — it’s fun.
her friends begin to notice, how a smile stays on her lips long after the two of you hang out.
“uh oh, our tzuyu’s smitten,” nayeon teases.
“im not!” tzuyu snaps, but even as she says it, her mind wanders to the way you laughed at lunch earlier.
it’s supposed to be a game — just for fun. she’s supposed to get you in bed, then leave. but now that she’s learning more about you… the less she wants to leave. every laugh, every glance, every honest thing you share about yourself chips at her plan. she doesn’t even realize it, but tzuyu feels herself falling for you, falling into the mess she’s made for herself.
–
the music is too loud. it pounds against the walls of the house, the bass vibrating through the floor. voices blend into something messy and indistinct. you shouldn’t be here — you knew that the second you walked in through the door — but your friend dragged you along, saying how much fun it would be. you’re stuck standing in a corner by yourself, nursing a drink that resembles cough syrup.
you’re halfway through deciding whether or not you should leave when you hear your name.
“...seriously? her?”
there’s a laugh, a familiar one. you don’t mean to listen, but your name cuts through everything else.
“i mean i get it,” one of the other girls say. “she’s… different. but you? that’s a new low, tzuyu. i doubt she’s even good in bed.”
your chest tightens. you don’t think you should be hearing this.
“oh please,” tzuyu laughs. “it’s not that deep. i was just bored,” she adds. “thought i’d try something new.”
you freeze, your brain struggling to process the newfound information. the words hit all at once and sink in slowly, like ice spreading through your chest.
she was bored. you were just something new.
you don’t wait to hear more.
—
the next few days are quiet, but not the peaceful kind. it’s empty and cold, in a numb way. you avoid her at all costs. you take different hallways, attend different lectures, and stare solely at the floor when you eventually cross paths with her.
one day, she seeks you out in a different class. she sits next to you and listens to the lecture for a class she’s not even in, her hands trying to find yours. she speaks softer than usual to you, trying to get you to say anything. when that doesn’t work, she resorts to leaving you frequent texts, none of which you answer.
but eventually, she stops trying. and it hurts more than you want to admit.
—
you don’t know why you went to the bar. hell, you can barely even handle alcohol. maybe it was to prove that you don’t care or maybe because staying alone in your dorm felt worse. either way, it was a mistake.
“you again?”
you look up to see them — the same girls that tzuyu was talking to at the party that night — the ones with smiles that never quite reach their eyes.
one of them takes a swig of her drink. “didn’t think you’d show your face after that.” a few of them laugh at that.
your grip tightens around your cup. “im just here to hang out.”
“yeah?” another girl steps closer to you. “with who?”
you don’t answer, and they laugh even harder.
“back off.” the voice cuts clean through the soft murmurs of the bar. you turn, and there she is. her hair’s slightly messy, but her eyes are sharper than you’ve ever seen them. there’s a glass in her hand, half-empty, but her focus is locked entirely on the group of girls.
“seriously?” one of them scoffs. “you’re still doing this?”
tzuyu steps forward.
“fuck off,” she says firmly despite the slight slur at the edges. one of the girls rolls her eyes but they all exchange looks before backing off. they leave the bar, muttering something under their breaths.
—
for a moment, it’s just the two of you. you don’t know what to say, and it seems like neither does she.
up close, you can see it — the flush of her cheeks and the way her body sways just slightly.
“she shouldn’t have said that,” tzuyu mumbles, not quite meeting your eyes.
you let out a slow breath. “you said it first.”
she flinches — just barely — but you catch it. “...yeah i did.”
the silence stretches for a while.
you sigh. “you should go home, tzuyu. you’re drunk.”
“no im not.”
“yes, you are,” you say. there’s another pause before she speaks again.
“can you… can you walk me home?” her voice is smaller than before.
—
the night air is cooler and quieter. you walk besides her, close enough to catch her when she stumbles — which is more often than you’d expected. neither of you talk much, but the silence feels different this time.
it feels heavier.
—
her dorm is dark when you enter. her roommate — dahyun — must still be out somewhere.
you help her inside, guiding her to sit on the edge of her bed. she exhales and runs a hand through her hair before focusing her gaze on you.
“you didn’t have to do that,” she says.
“i know.”
there’s another quiet beat.
“y/n, i messed up.” it’s so blunt, so unlike her, that it makes your chest ache. you stare at her, unsure of how to respond.
she swallows audibly, her fingers toying with the hem of her shirt.
“at first… yeah. i just—” she lets out a weak laugh. “i thought you’d be like everyone else. easy. fun. no strings.”
your jaw tightens.
“but then you—” she shakes her head. “you weren’t like anyone else. you didn’t care who i was. you— you just talked to me.”
her voice softens. “and i liked it. i liked you.”
her confession hurts, a little worse than before.
“then why would you say that?” you ask quietly, afraid to look at her.
her eyes flicker with something raw. “because i was scared. i don’t do this,” she admits, as if it’s something shameful. “i don’t catch feelings. i don’t — fall for people. everyone kept point it out, and i don’t know, i just panicked.”
she continues with a shaky breath. “so i just said the easiest thing to get out. the stupidest thing.” she looks at you fully. “i didn’t mean it, y/n. i mean, i did at first. but not after. not after i started really liking you.”
“i don’t know how to fix it,” she continues. “and then when you stopped talking to me, i realized i didn’t just ruin a fling— i ruined…” she trails off. “something real.”
the room feels too small, like you’re being choked with unsaid words.
“why are you telling me this now?” you ask. she lets out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh.
“because, y/n, i think about you all the time,” she admits. “i hate it and i love it. i don’t know what to do with it.” tzuyu bites her lower lip. “i love you.”
the words hang in the air. you step close before you can overthink it. you connect your lips to hers, and her breath catches. you hold onto her, and she presses her mouth against yours softly. the kiss is slow and desperate before you eventually break it off for air.
“im still mad at you,” you say quietly.
“i know,” tzuyu pouts a little.
“but i don’t want to ignore you anymore.”
something in her expression softens entirely. she kisses you again, pressing her lips firmer. she holds onto your face, holding you as if you’re the most fragile thing on the planet.
—
a few days later, you’re sitting with tzuyu’s friends. you can feel their gazes on you, how their curiosity is barely contained. tzuyu sits right next to you, unusually quiet. under the table, her hand finds yours.
she shyly introduces you to her friends, saying each other their names. when she glances at you, it’s soft and filled with love.
across the table, someone snorts. “took you long enough, tzu.”
It was a hot summer night in the city, the kind where the air felt thick and sticky even after the sun went down. Nayeon wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead as she and her boyfriend Jae walked hand in hand toward the old movie theater. They had been dating for about six months now, and nights like this were their favorite—simple, cozy, away from the chaos of their busy lives. Nayeon wore a light sundress that hugged her curves just right, the thin fabric fluttering against her smooth thighs with every step.
The dress was short, ending mid-thigh, and she could feel the warm breeze teasing her bare skin underneath. No panties tonight; she had skipped them on a whim, feeling a little naughty as she left the house. Her perky breasts bounced slightly under the dress, nipples already perking up from the evening chill mixed with her growing excitement for the date.
Jae looked handsome as always, in his casual button-up shirt and jeans, his arm slung protectively around her waist. He leaned down and kissed her temple. 'This is gonna be fun, babe. That new thriller everyone's talking about.' Nayeon smiled up at him, her heart fluttering. Jae was sweet, reliable—the perfect boyfriend. But lately, she had been craving something more intense, something with an edge of danger that made her pussy tingle just thinking about it. She pushed the thought away as they bought their tickets and popped into the theater.
The place was dimly lit, with rows of worn red seats and the faint smell of buttery popcorn hanging in the air. It wasn't too crowded, just a handful of people scattered around, giving them plenty of space. They picked seats near the back, in the middle of a row, with the aisle on Nayeon's left. Jae settled in on her right, pulling her close so her head could rest on his shoulder. She snuggled against him, her hand on his thigh, feeling the warmth of his body through his jeans. The previews started playing, the screen flickering to life with bright colors and loud sounds.
That's when he appeared. A tall man with broad shoulders and a confident stride slipped into the row from the aisle and took the seat right next to Nayeon. She glanced over out of the corner of her eye, curiosity piqued.
She looked at the man, and he slowly turned around, finally showing his face, and her whole body shook in horror, and other sensations ran along her whole body. It was her Ex-boyfriend before she started dating Jae, Min suk who she had tried her level best to forget, The years she dated him was terrible, She only remebers how just his presence turned her on as she remembers performing before thousands of fans tteasing them with her body and then coming home and begging and rubbing on his body like a slut for his cock. Even now, she remembers his cock and fingers on her body.
She felt like a whore and slut in front of him, so she dumped him and broke up with him via text because she didn’t have the confidence to break up with him directly. She would spiral down the same path of being a cock sleeve in front of him.
She started dating Jae after that. Jae was sweet, kind, and sexually he was average. Even though he would not be able to sexually satisfy her , at least she did not feel like a slave while dating him.
Nayeon shifted in her seat, crossing her legs to hide the sudden warmth building between them. The theater wasn't full; he could have sat anywhere else. Jae was already munching on the popcorn they shared, his eyes glued to the screen, completely oblivious. Nayeon tried to focus, too, but she could feel his presence like a magnetic pull. His knee bumped hers lightly as he adjusted his position— She gulped hard, even a touch bringing the memories of being absolutely ravaged by him from morning to night coming back to her. She told herself that he would not recognize her with the mask and the hat on. But he didn't move it away. Instead, it stayed there, pressing firmly against her bare skin, the denim of his jeans rough and warm.
Her heart started to race. She should pull away, right? Jae was right there, his arm around her shoulders. But the contact felt electric, forbidden. A thrill shot straight to her core, making her pussy lips swell slightly under her dress. No panties meant she was exposed, vulnerable, and the thought made her clit throb. She uncrossed her legs just a fraction, pretending to get more comfortable, and his knee nudged higher, now resting against her inner thigh. Nayeon's breath caught in her throat. Was this happening? In a public theater, with her boyfriend beside her?
He leaned back in his seat, his hand casually dropping to the armrest between them. His fingers, long and strong, brushed the hem of her dress. At first, it was feather-light, like he was testing the waters. Nayeon froze, her eyes fixed on the screen, but her body betrayed her. She didn't stop him. She could not help her mind wanted to, but the years of training by him made her body have so much craving for his cock and his touch. Instead, a rush of heat flooded her cheeks and her chest, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that poked against the thin fabric of her dress. His fingers traced slow circles on her outer thigh, inching upward with deliberate slowness.
Jae chuckled at a funny preview line, squeezing her shoulder affectionately. 'This one's gonna be wild,' he whispered. Nayeon forced a laugh, nodding, but her mind was elsewhere. Min suk's touch grew bolder, his fingertips slipping under the edge of her dress, grazing the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She bit her lower lip, suppressing a gasp.
Her pussy was getting wet now, slick juices starting to coat her folds. The risk of it all—the familiar hand so close to her bare cunt while Jae sat inches away—made her feel alive, adventurous, like she was stepping into a kinky fantasy she never knew she craved. She wanted to get away, but his hands on her body after some months made her body writhe in pleasure, her nipples were hard, her pussy lips were twitching in anticipation. She wanted to close her thighs, but her body refused to obey her as she spread her thighs for him just like a slut in heat.
His hand paused for a moment, as if waiting for her to protest. But Nayeon didn't. Emboldened, he slid higher, his palm now flat against her thigh, thumb brushing dangerously close to her exposed pussy. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and her own arousal made her thighs slick. The movie started, the lights dimming even further, plunging the theater into near darkness. Only the glow from the screen illuminated their row sporadically. Min Suk took advantage, his fingers finally reaching her bare lips. He parted them gently with one finger, feeling the wetness there, and Nayeon had to stifle a moan by pressing her lips together.
'Fuck,' she thought, her clit pulsing as he rubbed it slowly, circling the swollen nub with expert precision. No one else but him could make her tremble in pleasure just with his fingers; her pussy was dancing with joy, finally meeting its match. He had always been so brazen. Jae's hand rested on her arm, innocent and loving, while Min Suk’s finger dipped lower, sliding along her slick slit. He found her entrance and pushed in just the tip, testing her tightness. Nayeon's hips twitched involuntarily, grinding against his hand for more. She was soaked now, her juices coating his finger, making it easy for him to slide deeper.
Min Suk added pressure, his middle finger plunging fully inside her pussy, curling to hit that sensitive spot on her inner wall. Nayeon gripped the armrest with her free hand, her nails digging into the fabric. The sensation was intense—his thick digit stretching her slightly, pumping in and out with slow, deliberate strokes. She could hear the faint wet sounds of her arousal, muffled by the movie's soundtrack, but terrifyingly real. Jae shifted beside her, offering her some popcorn. 'Want some?' he asked softly. Nayeon nodded, her voice shaky as she replied, 'Sure,' taking a handful with trembling fingers. All the while, Min Suk’s finger fucked her steadily, his thumb now rubbing her clit in tight circles.
The kink of it all made her head spin. Here she was, cheating on her boyfriend most explicitly, letting her ex-boyfriend finger her dripping cunt right next to him. The adventure of the risk—the what if Jae noticed? What if someone else in the row turned around?—only heightened her pleasure. Her pussy clenched around his finger, walls fluttering as he added a second one, stretching her more. Two fingers now, scissoring inside her, rubbing her G-spot with every thrust. Juices leaked out, trickling down to her ass, making the seat beneath her slippery.
Nayeon's breath came in short pants, her perky breasts heaving under her dress. Her nipples ached, begging for attention, but she couldn't touch them without drawing suspicion. Min seemed to sense her building need; he leaned in slightly, his hot breath on her ear. 'You're so fucking wet for me, Nayeon-ah, ' he whispered, voice low and gravelly, barely audible over the movie's dialogue. The words sent a jolt through her, her clit throbbing harder under his thumb. She wanted to respond, to beg for more, but Jae was there, his head now resting against hers, completely engrossed.
His fingers sped up, pumping deeper, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit. Nayeon's thighs quivered, spreading wider to give him better access. Her pussy made obscene squelching noises with each plunge, her cream coating his hand up to the wrist. She was close already, the taboo thrill pushing her toward the edge faster than ever. Imagine if Jae smelled her arousal, or felt the way her body tensed. The thought made her even wetter, her walls gripping his fingers like a vice.
To distract herself—or maybe to heighten the kink—Nayeon reached for the soda cup on her left side, the one she had set on the floor earlier. Her hand shook from the pleasure coursing through her, and as she lifted it, the cup tipped. Cold cola splashed across her lap, soaking through her dress and directly onto her bare pussy. The shock of the icy liquid made her yelp loudly, her body jerking as Min Suk’s fingers still moved inside her.
Jae turned immediately, concern etched on his face. 'Whoa, you okay, Nayeon?' He grabbed a napkin from the popcorn bucket, dabbing at her thigh. Nayeon nodded frantically, pulling away from Min Suk’s hand as discreetly as she could. His fingers slipped out with a wet pop that she prayed no one heard, leaving her pussy feeling empty and aching. 'Yeah, just clumsy me,' she stammered, her face burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal. The soda mixed with her juices, creating a sticky mess that cooled quickly on her skin, but her clit still pulsed with need.
Min Suk pulled his hand back smoothly, wiping it on his jeans with a smirk she could barely see in the dark. His eyes met hers for a split second, promising more. Heart pounding like a drum, Nayeon grabbed her purse from under the seat. 'I need to clean this up in the bathroom. Be right back, babe.' Jae nodded, squeezing her hand. 'Hurry, the good part's starting.' She stood on shaky legs, smoothing her dress over the wet spot, feeling Min Suk’s gaze burning into her ass as she hurried down the aisle and out of the row.
The theater door swung shut behind her, and Nayeon leaned against the wall in the lobby for a moment, catching her breath. Her pussy throbbed, clit swollen and sensitive from the fingering. The soda had made everything sticky, but underneath, she was drenched in her own cream. What the hell had just happened? She had let him finger her to the brink of orgasm while her boyfriend sat beside her. The kinky adventure of it all left her dizzy, excited, craving whatever came next. She headed toward the ladies' room, her mind racing with guilt and pleasure.
Nayeon pushed open the bathroom door, the cool air hitting her flushed skin like a slap. The ladies' room was empty, thank god, just rows of white sinks and stalls under harsh fluorescent lights. Her heart hammered in her chest as she hurried to the nearest sink, twisting the faucet on full blast. Cold water splashed into the basin, and she grabbed a handful of paper towels, dabbing at the sticky mess on her dress and thighs.
The soda had soaked through, mixing with her own slick arousal, making her feel filthy and exposed. Her pussy still throbbed from Min Suk's fingers, empty and aching for more, even though her mind screamed that she had to stop this madness. Jae was back in the theater, waiting for her, probably wondering what was taking so long. She couldn't believe what she'd let happen—letting him finger her right there, so close to her boyfriend. The thrill of it scared her as much as it excited her.
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks pink, lips parted as she breathed heavily. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and her dress clung to her wet skin, outlining her hard nipples. 'Get it together, Nayeon,' she whispered to herself, splashing water on her face. But before she could calm down, the door creaked open behind her. She froze, her eyes darting to the mirror. There he was—Min Suk, stepping inside with that same confident stride, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. He locked the door with a soft click, his piercing eyes locking onto hers through the reflection. A slow smile spread across his face, like he owned the place, like he owned her.
'What the—get out!' Nayeon spun around, her voice sharper than she intended, but it came out breathy, laced with something she didn't want to admit. She backed up against the sink, her hands gripping the edge for support. Min Suk didn't say a word at first; he just closed the distance between them in slow, deliberate steps, his boots echoing on the tile floor. Each step made her pulse quicken, her body betraying her with a fresh gush of wetness between her legs. She should scream, call for help, but the door was locked, and deep down, the danger of it all—the kinky risk of being caught in here with him—made her clit swell even more.
'Please, you can't be in here,' she stammered, trying to sound firm as she pressed her back harder against the sink. Her eyes flicked to the door, then back to him. He was so close now, towering over her, his musky scent mixing with the faint popcorn smell from the theater. Min Suk reached out, his hand brushing her arm lightly, and she flinched, but didn't pull away. 'This is crazy. My boyfriend's out there. We have to stop.'
He chuckled low, his voice a rumble that vibrated through her. 'Stop? You didn't stop me back there, Nayeon. You spread your legs wider when I fingered that tight little pussy of yours.' His words hit her like a spark, igniting the heat she'd been trying to ignore. She shook her head, stepping sideways to put space between them, but he mirrored her move, blocking her path to the door.
Another step forward from him, and she backed into the wall beside the sinks, trapped. Her breath hitched as his body heat enveloped her, his chest almost touching her breasts. The way he moved, predatory and sure, made her thighs clench, her arousal dripping down her inner leg.
'I broke up with you,' she protested weakly, her hands coming up to push at his chest. But her palms lingered there, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt. Min Suk's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly, pinning it above her head against the wall. His other hand trailed up her side, fingers dancing over the curve of her hip. 'You know my touch, though. Feel how your body's reacting? You're soaked for me already.'
Nayeon tried to twist away, her free hand shoving at his shoulder. 'No, let go. This isn't right.' But as his fingers skimmed the underside of her breast through the wet dress, she gasped, her words cutting off into a soft whimper. He knew exactly where to touch—teasing the sensitive swell of her boob, his thumb circling just under her nipple without quite grazing it. The fabric was thin and damp, making every sensation sharper. Her nipple hardened instantly, poking out like it was begging for attention. 'Stop... we can't...' she managed, but her voice cracked as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
'You miss this, don't you? My hands on your body, knowing every spot that makes you melt.' His breath was hot against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He released her wrist, but instead of pulling away, she kept her arm up, too dazed to move. Min Suk's fingers finally cupped her breast fully, squeezing the soft flesh, his palm pressing against her nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just hard enough to make her arch into him. 'These tits of yours— so perky, so responsive. I bet you've been dreaming about me playing with them.'
'Shut up, I haven't,' she denied, shaking her head, but her body leaned forward, pushing her boob harder into his hand. The pleasure shot straight to her core, her pussy clenching around nothing. She tried to talk sense again—'Jae's waiting, he'll come looking'—but Min Suk's mouth descended on her neck, his tongue licking a slow, wet trail from her collarbone up to her jaw.
He sucked gently on the spot just below her ear, the one that always made her knees weak, and she moaned despite herself, her hands fisting in his shirt instead of pushing him away.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at her. 'Liar. Your neck's always been your weak spot. Remember how you'd beg me to kiss it?' Wait, what? He'd known her forever. His free hand slid down her body, tracing the lines of her abs through the dress. Nayeon's stomach was toned from her workouts, and he knew it, his fingers pressing into the firm muscles, dipping into her navel. 'These abs... so tight, so sexy. You work hard for this body, but it's mine to tease right now.'
She swallowed hard, trying to summon words. 'You're wrong, I don't... ah!' Her protest died as his hand ventured lower, over her hips to her thighs. He squeezed the soft flesh of her inner thigh, his fingers inching up under the hem of her dress. The skin there was slick from her arousal and the soda, and he groaned appreciatively. 'Feel that? Your thighs are trembling for me. Spread them a little, baby.'
'No, please, we have to stop,' Nayeon whispered, but her legs parted just a fraction, inviting him closer. Min Suk's touch was expert, his nails scraping lightly up her thigh, making goosebumps rise. He knew the spot right at the crease where thigh met pussy, and he teased it mercilessly, circling without touching her core. Her clit ached, desperate for contact, and she felt more wetness trickle out, soaking her bare lips.
He pressed his body against hers fully now, his hard cock evident through his jeans, grinding against her hip. 'You miss my cock, Nayeon-ah. That thick shaft stretching your pussy, filling you up. Admit it.' His hand finally cupped her mound, fingers pressing against her soaked folds through the dress. She was dripping, the fabric dark and clinging to her shaved pussy.
'I don't miss anything! You're a bastard,' she lied, her voice shaky, but her hips bucked forward into his palm. Min Suk laughed softly, hiking her dress up in one swift motion, exposing her bare lower half. Cool air hit her wet pussy, making her gasp. He stepped back just enough to look down, his eyes devouring the sight. 'Look at this, baby. Your cunt's weeping for me. Dripping wet, lips all puffy and pink.'
Nayeon's face burned with shame and desire. She tried to close her legs, but he wedged his knee between them, forcing them apart. 'No, don't look,' she pleaded, hands covering her face. But Min Suk grabbed her chin, tilting her head down so she had to see. Her pussy was on full display, slick juices coating her inner thighs, a thin trail trickling down toward her knee. 'See? Your body's honest, even if you won't be. You need my fingers back inside you.'
Before she could argue, he spun her around to face the sink, his strong hands on her hips. 'Put your leg up here,' he commanded, tapping the edge of the sink. Nayeon shook her head, gripping the counter. 'I can't... Jae...' But his hand on her lower back pressed firmly, and the other lifted her right leg, hooking it over the sink's rim. She was forced to balance on her left foot, her dress bunched around her waist, pussy fully exposed in the mirror. The position spread her wide, her ass cheeks parting slightly, giving him a clear view of her dripping hole and swollen clit. Juices trickled down, splashing softly into the sink below.
'Fuck, look at that pretty pussy,' Min Suk growled, his hands spreading her ass cheeks wider. 'So bare, so ready. Dripping like a faucet.' Nayeon whimpered, staring at her reflection—legs splayed, cunt glistening under the lights. She looked like a slut, adventurous and kinky, and the sight made her even wetter. 'Please, put me down. This is too much.'
But Min Suk ignored her, one hand sliding between her thighs from behind. His fingers traced her outer lips, collecting her slickness, then parted them slowly. 'Too much? Your hole's twitching for me.' He dipped one finger into her entrance, just the tip, and she cried out, her hands slapping the mirror. 'No, take it out!' She reached back, grabbing his wrist to push him away, but he held firm, sliding the finger deeper.
'Deny it all you want, but this pussy's sucking me in.' His finger plunged fully inside, her walls clenching around the intrusion. Nayeon moaned, her grip on his wrist tightening, trying to pull him out. 'Stop... I don't want this,' she gasped, but her hips rocked back, taking him deeper. Min Suk added a second finger, stretching her, the wet squelch echoing in the bathroom. 'Liar. Listen to how wet you are. That sloppy sound—your cunt loves my fingers.'
He curled them inside her, rubbing the front wall, hitting her G-spot with precision. Nayeon's knees buckled, her leg slipping slightly on the sink, but he held her steady. 'Oh god, no,' she whimpered, pushing at his wrist again, but her strength was fading, fingers trembling. Pleasure built fast, her clit throbbing untouched. Min Suk's thumb found it, circling the nub while his fingers pumped in and out, slow at first, then faster.
'Tell me you don't miss this,' he taunted, his free hand reaching around to pinch her nipple again. 'My fingers fucking your tight hole, making you cream all over them.' She tried to speak—' I don't... ahh!'—but his thrust hit deep, and she screamed, a high-pitched moan that bounced off the tiles. Her hand on his wrist went slack, now just holding on as waves of ecstasy rolled through her.
'That's it, moan for me. Your boyfriend can't hear this, but I can feel how close you are.' He sped up, three fingers now, scissoring her wide, juices splashing with each plunge. Nayeon's abs tensed, her boobs heaving as she panted. She denied it one last time—' Not for you...'—but it dissolved into screams, her body betraying her completely. Her pussy gushed around his hand, walls fluttering, pushing her toward the edge in this forbidden, adventurous bathroom tryst.
Min Suk's dirty talk continued, low and relentless. 'Your clit's so hard, begging to be rubbed. Imagine my cock here instead, pounding this dripping cunt while Jae watches the movie.' The words made her clench harder, her resistance crumbling. She gripped the sink, pushing back onto his fingers, moans turning to screams as he expertly played her body like an instrument. Her hands no longer pushed; they pulled him closer, her body surrendering to the kinky pleasure.
He twisted his fingers, grazing her G-spot over and over, thumb flicking her clit in rapid circles. 'Cum for me, Nayeon-ah. Show me how much you missed me.' She fought it, biting her lip, but her orgasm crashed through her, pussy spasming wildly around his fingers. She screamed his name—' Min suk-ah!'—juices squirting out, soaking his hand and the sink. Her leg shook on the rim, body convulsing as waves of bliss hit her.
Panting, she slumped against the mirror, his fingers still buried deep, gently stroking her through the aftershocks. 'See? Your body knows what it wants.' Nayeon could only whimper, spent and aroused all over again, the adventure far from over.
The bathroom tiles were still reverberating with Nayeon’s final, shattering scream. Her body was slick with sweat and her own copious juices, which still dripped steadily down her inner thigh and into the sink. She was completely spent, slumped against the cold mirror, his fingers a warm, heavy weight buried deep inside her.
As the last tremors of her climax subsided, Nayeon’s mind slowly began to resurface from the depths of pure sensation. The shame hit her with the force of a physical blow. The reality of her location—a public movie theater bathroom—and the person responsible—Min Suk, her dangerous, thrilling ex, while her current boyfriend, Jae, waited just outside—slammed into her.
"No... no, get away," she managed to gasp, her voice weak and hoarse. The shame gave her a surge of adrenaline.
She tried to pull her leg off the sink, desperate to get her footing, to cover herself, to escape the horrific exposure. She pushed against the mirror, trying to twist away from the hand that was still intimately embedded in her.
Min Suk didn't release her. He slowly withdrew his fingers, slick and dripping, his eyes dark with predatory satisfaction. He took a single step back, giving her space, but his hands immediately moved to her waist, anchoring her.
Before she could execute her escape, he hauled her upright, pulling her full weight off the sink and swinging her around violently. Her feet landed unsteadily on the floor, her knees still shaking violently from the orgasm. He didn't give her a chance to regain balance or cover up her exposed lower half.
In one fluid, demanding motion, he slammed her back against the cool, hard surface of the bathroom stall door.
Her back hit the metal with a loud thud, and she gasped, instantly disoriented. He immediately crushed his body against hers, his hard cock, still rock-hard beneath his jeans, pressing forcefully into her exposed, wet pussy.
"No, stop it!" Nayeon protested, the last shreds of her conscience rallying. She pushed against his chest, her hands balled into weak, ineffective fists, hitting his firm pectoral muscles. "Min Suk, let me go! I mean it!"
Her struggle was fierce but brief. He didn't respond with words, only action. His mouth descended onto hers with brutal, immediate force, silencing her protest.
The kiss was everything their history embodied: deep, possessive, and overwhelming. His tongue stabbed past her lips, invading her mouth, tracing the delicate ridges of her palate, and battling with her own tongue. It was a complete take-over, his tongue a mirror of the dominant way his cock had just used her.
At first, Nayeon continued to fight, her head straining back against the stall door, her small fists weakly beating his chest, trying to push him away. This is wrong. Jae. Stop.
But his tongue was a master of pleasure. It worked her mouth relentlessly, passionately, a hypnotic, wet dance that triggered deep, forgotten memories of their past intimacy. The taste of him, a potent mixture of soda, salt, and her own lingering arousal, was addictive.
As her mind screamed 'No,' her body began to respond 'Yes.' Her resistance faltered. The feeble blows against his chest weakened, becoming slow, almost tentative taps, and then, finally, her hands opened.
The moment her fists relaxed, Min Suk took full advantage.
His hands slid from her waist, moving down her bare back before reaching around to cup her exposed ass cheeks. He squeezed the soft flesh hard, lifting her slightly, using the pressure to grind his hard, jutting cock even more intensely against her still-swollen, hypersensitive pussy.
A deep, involuntary moan escaped Nayeon's throat, muffled by the relentless kiss. The intense friction of his denim-covered cock rubbing against her wet, bare lips was agonizingly thrilling. Her legs, spread slightly by his position, began to tremble again.
His hands continued their assault on her body, one still gripping her ass, the other sliding around to her front. He reached under the bunched-up dress, his thumb finding her nipple, still peaked and throbbing from her recent climax. He pinched it roughly, twisting the sensitive peak between his fingers.
"Mmmph! Ah!" The sharp, sudden pain of the nipple pinch combined with the intense grinding friction at her core shattered the last wall of her resolve.
Her hands, which moments before had been pushing him away, now flew up and around his neck. She stopped fighting the kiss and began to kiss him back.
It was a total, feral surrender. She didn't kiss him gently; she kissed him with the same primal ferocity and raw, uninhibited passion that had defined their relationship in the past. Her tongue met his, demanding, hungry, and dueling for dominance. The shame of the current moment vanished, replaced entirely by the intoxicating, forbidden thrill of their reunion. In that instant, pressed hard against the cold metal door, there was no Jae, no movie, only the undeniable, immediate reality of Min Suk's body against hers.
Her fingers dug into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his head closer, deepening the kiss to the point of pain.
Her free hand, driven by a deep, urgent craving, slid down his torso, over the beltline, and finally reached the massive, hard tent straining against his jeans. She cupped him, her palm closing around the thick, heavy shaft, feeling the unyielding power of his erection beneath the rough denim.
She stroked him hard, a long, firm pull from base to tip, her fingers trembling with the raw need his body always evoked.
"Fuck," she gasped, breaking the kiss for a second, her forehead resting against his. "I missed you... I missed this!" The lie was gone; the truth was raw and ugly and beautiful. Her body and hands craved his physicality, the size, the strength, the overwhelming sexual dominance that made her forget everything else.
He responded with a grunt of deep satisfaction, grinding his hips harder, allowing her hand to continue its possessive stroking over his rock-hard cock. He resumed the kiss, his tongue plunging deep, mirroring the deep, powerful stroke of her hand over his erection.
Her legs, no longer resisting, parted wider, her thighs rubbing against his own jean-clad thighs, adding a new layer of intense friction to her already over-stimulated pussy. The soft, exposed flesh of her inner thigh was pressed against the rough denim, a kinky, thrilling clash of textures. She arched her back, pressing her naked, wet core harder into his crotch, begging for the pain and pleasure of his thickness.
She was completely lost, utterly consumed by the dangerous, forbidden fire of her ex-boyfriend, giving herself over entirely to the explicit, adventurous moment of betrayal and passion.
Min Suk pulled back slightly, his eyes still dark and heavy-lidded with lust. But before he could issue a new command, Nayeon took the lead.
She grabbed his face with both of her hands, her fingers pressing into his temples, and hauled his head back down to meet her mouth. The kiss was no longer a forced violation; it was a hungry demand. Her lips were open and wet, and she slammed her tongue into his mouth with an aggressive, consuming passion that surprised him. She was suddenly the aggressor, driving the kiss deep, biting his lower lip, and sucking his tongue with a fierceness that had been dormant for years.
Her hands left his face and plunged immediately, possessively, under his shirt. Her fingers splayed wide across the warm, muscular expanse of his back, tracing the ridges of his spine and the contours of his hard, grey-haired shoulders. She didn't just touch; she explored, she clawed, she owned. Every movement was a declaration: This is mine. I missed this.
Min Suk let out a deep, throaty laugh, the sound rumbling against her ear as she broke the kiss to press her mouth against the sensitive juncture of his neck and shoulder. The laugh was teasing, appreciative, and fully understanding.
"There she is," he chuckled, his voice thick with arousal. "The bold Nayeon. The one who used to ditch rehearsal just to get her ass pounded in my apartment. Took you long enough to show up, baby." He leaned his head back against the stall door, letting her take complete control of the kiss and the pace.
She didn't stop to argue. She was past shame, past guilt, past the need to maintain any facade. A switch had been violently flipped inside her, and the only thing that mattered was the overwhelming, intoxicating reality of Min Suk and his body. The thrill of betrayal, of the immediate, explicit danger, only amplified her hunger.
Her mouth moved from his neck, trailing wet, hot kisses down to his collarbone. She licked the salty, slightly musky skin of his throat, her hands tearing at the button of his shirt.
"Shut up," she murmured against his skin, her voice low and husky, entirely devoid of the previous panic. She tasted him, savored the scent of him, and let the words spill out in the same breath. "You know I love your cock more than anyone's! I've been faking it for six months with Jae! His small thing barely touches anything! I only think about your thick shaft when I'm on stage! All day, every day, Min Suk's cock is the only thing on my mind, besides the damn comeback schedule!"
The confession was raw, filthy, and entirely genuine. Her mind, usually segmented between her demanding professional life (TWICE, her members, the fans) and her subdued personal life, was now brutally reduced to one glorious, immediate fixation: Min Suk and the overwhelming pleasure he provided.
With this final admission, her inhibition collapsed entirely. She ripped his button-down shirt open, the fabric tearing slightly at the strained buttons, exposing his chest. She pressed her face against his warm, hairy skin, licking a trail across his pectoral muscle.
At the same time, her own dress—already bunched around her waist—was now a hindrance. She reached down, her hands moving with sudden, decisive efficiency, and roughly shoved the bunched fabric up over her head. The dress snagged momentarily on her hair before she tore it free and tossed it onto the wet bathroom floor.
She was fully bare now. Her body—toned from dance practice, her breasts heaving, her pussy still glistening from her climax, was on full display against the unforgiving metal of the stall door. There was no hesitation, no attempt to cover her breasts or her exposed sex. The shy Nayeon was dead. She was the bold woman who knew exactly what she wanted and where to get it.
She then focused on him. Her hands worked furiously at his belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans, the metallic rasp echoing loudly in the enclosed space. She didn't bother trying to slip them off entirely; she simply yanked the zipper down and pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees, trapping them around his ankles.
His massive, engorged cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, pointed directly at her wet core. It was the moment of truth.
Nayeon didn't wait. Still pressed against the stall door, she locked eyes with him, a look of fierce, unadulterated desire burning in her gaze. She was the one who had commanded the pace; she was the one who would initiate the final, ultimate surrender.
She grabbed his hips, pulling his body tighter against hers, ensuring that the heavy, thick column of his cock was rubbing forcefully against her slick, aching pussy lips. The friction of her bare flesh against his exposed erection made them both groan simultaneously.
"Now," she panted, her voice a low snarl of lust. "Right now. Fuck me. Hard."
Nayeon's newfound dominance was a challenge Min Suk met with primal, triumphant hunger. He let out a deep, satisfied roar—a sound of raw relief—as she clung to him, pressing her bare, aching pussy against the massive head of his cock. Her command, "Now, right now. Fuck me. Hard," was the final authorization he needed.
He didn't ease in; he grabbed her hips and slammed his thick shaft into her fully, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal, singular thrust.
Nayeon screamed—a strangled, guttural sound that was instantly choked off by the profound, shocking fullness that invaded her. Her body was violently stretched, the sheer thickness of him a crushing, intoxicating pressure that instantly triggered deep, agonizing pleasure. She could feel the dense, hard head of his cock jarring her cervix with the familiar, heavy impact that Jae's smaller size could never reach.
"Oh God, that's it!" she gasped, her hands flying out to clutch the cold, hard metal of the stall door, bending her body forward, instinctively trying to accommodate the immense pressure.
Min Suk, feeling her tight, wet walls suck him in after six months of deprivation, let out a deep, vibrating groan of his own. The immediate, intense grip of her pussy was the ultimate welcome home.
"You're so damn tight, Nayeon-ah!" he growled, pulling out just enough to hear the wet schlop of their separation before slamming back in with a deep, punishing rhythm against the door. "I missed this grip! I missed feeling you squeeze me like this!"
Nayeon's eyes rolled back. All thought dissolved into pure sensation. Her hips instinctively rocked back against his, meeting his powerful thrusts with a frantic, eager rhythm. Her voice was strained and broken, a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Don't stop! Don't you dare stop! It's the best! This is the best cock in the world! I need this, Min Suk! Pound me!"
He shifted his hands from her hips to her firm, muscular ass cheeks. He cupped the round, smooth flesh, squeezing hard, then used the grip to control the angle of his thrust, angling his massive cock to grind relentlessly against her G-spot. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, sending white-hot bolts of pleasure radiating through her core.
He punctuated his thrusts with sharp, resounding slaps to her ass. "You love the way I use you, don't you? Say thank you!"
"Yes! Thank you, Daddy!" she screamed, the humiliation driving her further into climax. "Hit it again! It's your ass to slap!"
He fucked her with a primal, aggressive violence, her body bent over the metal, slick and bare, fully consumed by his dominant presence. She was rocking back onto his cock with every drive, fucking herself onto his thickness, lost in the forbidden, overwhelming reality of their reunion.
Just as the familiar, dizzying rush of a second orgasm began to seize her, a terrifying sound tore through their bubble of lust: the outer door of the bathroom opened.
Click-clack. Click-clack.
Two women's voices immediately followed, giggling and discussing the movie. "Oh my god, I know! When he did that jump, I almost spilled my soda!"
Nayeon’s eyes snapped wide open in paralyzing terror. She tried to squirm away, the instinct to cover herself and flee immediate, but Min Suk was locked deep inside her.
"Stop!" she mouthed silently, her panic palpable.
He didn't pull out. He just whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble in her ear, "Shhh. Don't move."
He gripped her shoulder and swiftly maneuvered them both, pressing her firmly into the far corner of the narrow stall, away from the tiny gap beneath the door. Nayeon’s eyes darted frantically to the floor outside their stall—her bunched-up dress, Min Suk's shirt, and his jeans were piled inches from where the women were now standing, their conversation loud and clear.
Her mind screamed at him to stop, to wait, to pause the debauchery until the danger passed. But Min Suk, his eyes glinting with a wicked, intoxicating thrill, found the imminent risk to be the ultimate turn-on.
As the women began to use the sinks just outside, Min Suk slid his thick cock out about halfway—just enough to start the friction—and then slammed back in with a deep, controlled thrust.
Nayeon’s breath hitched, a sharp, choked gasp of pain and pleasure. She instantly clamped her teeth down hard on her lower lip, stifling the scream that was desperate to erupt from her throat. The proximity of the voices forced her into absolute, terrified silence.
He began to fuck her slowly, deeply, and silently, every thrust an act of contained, focused violation. He wasn't fast, but he was deep, the rhythmic grinding of his pelvis against her ass echoing the soft clicks of the faucet outside.
"So wet for me, aren't you?" he whispered, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot. "You can't even moan. Squeeze me, baby. Show me how much you want this."
She obeyed, squeezing her internal muscles around his thickness, trying desperately to contain the rapidly building third orgasm. She could hear the women's casual chatter, the sound of the soap dispenser, and the sickeningly loud, wet squelch of Min Suk's cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
He drove in again, a slow, grinding thrust that hit her with catastrophic precision. Her entire body tensed, her pussy walls suddenly spasming uncontrollably around his cock, signalling the point of no return. She was so close that she could no longer control the building pressure. She bit down on her lip until she tasted blood, muffling the high-pitched, desperate whine of her impending climax.
The walls of the narrow bathroom stall were slick with condensation, sweat, and Nayeon's heat. The casual chatter of the women outside, discussing movie plots and buttered popcorn, formed a chilling, paradoxical backdrop to the explicit, violent intimacy unfolding just feet away.
Nayeon's body was a tuning fork, vibrating with residual pleasure and terrified tension. She was still locked against Min Suk, his cock deep inside her, her pussy walls pulsing in silent spasms as her second, high-risk orgasm subsided. She bit down on her lip until the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, ensuring no sound betrayed their location.
But Min Suk was not finished with the dangerous game.
He felt the intense, residual wetness that coated his shaft. Her body, hyper-stimulated and craving release after six months of deprivation, was poised on a hair trigger. He intended to exploit that state until she was a completely empty, incoherent mess.
He slid his cock out slowly, savoring the wet, sucking schlop sound that was thankfully swallowed by the echoing acoustics of the tiled bathroom. The instant his head slipped free, Nayeon's entire body seized. The immense, sudden void of his thickness caused a massive, electric shock to her internal nerves, and her pussy walls erupted.
She felt a hot, powerful gush deep inside her, an involuntary wave of fluid that poured out of her hole. The sensation was explosive, the fluid jetting out and running down her thighs. It was her squirt, a physical manifestation of her complete surrender, something she hadn't experienced since she was with him.
"There it is," Min Suk hissed, his voice low and triumphant, his eyes devouring the sight.
He watched her dripping, convulsing pussy, its lips swollen and pink, pouring out a transparent torrent of fluid. The intensity of her arousal was visible in the way her core muscles cramped and shuddered.
He didn't give her time to recover. Before the surge could fully subside, he slammed his cock back in, burying himself deep in one sharp, demanding thrust.
"Ahhh! Oh!" Nayeon gasped, the sound a strangled whimper that she instantly smothered by crushing her forehead against his shoulder.
The immediate, overwhelming pressure of his thickness hitting her G-spot again, combined with the extreme sensitivity of her post-orgasm state, was too much. Her body rebelled against the control she was trying to maintain. As his cock twisted slightly inside her, grinding against her deepest nerve center, she squirted again.
Another surge of hot fluid gushed out, mixing with the previous release, coating his balls and the base of his shaft. Min Suk felt the rush of liquid and the accompanying violent contractions of her walls, and he grinned, his triumph complete.
He pulled out again—slowly, deliberately—and the sight was breathtakingly filthy. Her pussy, framed by the tattered remnant of her stocking, was pouring like an open faucet, the floor already beginning to collect a sticky puddle. His cock, thick and impossibly hard, was slicked entirely in her juices, dripping like an icicle.
"Look at you," he mocked softly, pressing his mouth against the sweaty shell of her ear. "You're a fountain for me. Your body remembers who owns your pleasure."
He slammed back in a third time, plunging into the slick, open entrance. The force of the re-entry was so violent, so precisely targeted, that it bypassed all control. This time, Nayeon’s entire body seized and buckled.
A long, desperate whine managed to escape her tightly clenched throat. She lost all connection to the outside world, the voices and the risk vanishing in a blinding white flash. Her pussy went into massive, rhythmic spasms, squirting a continuous stream of fluid that felt endless, drenching the lower half of his torso and splashing onto the metal stall door.
Min Suk finally held her still, locked deep inside her, his hips pressing her against the wall as he rode out the last of her violent convulsions. She was done. Her body was a mass of trembling exhaustion, like a celebrity who had just collapsed off stage after a three-hour concert.
Her skin was utterly drenched, the sweat from her hair, neck, and back mixing with the slick fluids of their sex. She was panting in deep, ragged gulps, her chest heaving, her eyes half-closed and swimming in a daze. She seemed to have lost the ability to form coherent thoughts, mumbling nonsense words—fragments of song lyrics, Korean phrases, and his name—a continuous stream of confused, pleasure-induced chatter.
Her beautiful, sexy body was an image of pure, glorious ruin: bare, sweaty, and utterly defeated.
He pulled his cock out just slightly, enough to create a torturous friction, and then grabbed a handful of her hair—the sleek, dark strands—and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
"Look at what I did to you," he commanded, his voice dark and possessive. He held her head steady, forcing her dazed eyes to focus. "Six months, and you're soaked, you're shaking, you're spraying on the floor for me. Now answer me, Nayeon-ah. Are you ever going to dare to leave me again?"
He didn't wait for her verbal answer.
With the grip on her hair tight, he began to thrust hard and deep, the movements slow but crushing, using the penetration as a form of non-verbal, physical demand.
Thrust. "Are you leaving me?" Thrust. "Are you going back to that small cock?" Thrust. "Will you dare forget how good this feels?"
Her head bobbed violently with each deep impact. She couldn't form words, only broken sounds.
"N-no! Ahhh! Never!" she screamed internally, but externally, it came out as a desperate, guttural whimper of surrender, punctuated by the thick slapping of his balls against her thighs.
As he continued to pound the answer out of her, Min Suk's free hand reached around her body. His fingers found her clit, now swollen and engorged to a painful degree, and he began to rub it viciously, adding another overwhelming layer of sensation to the deep, physical violation.
Simultaneously, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to her sweaty, exposed back. He started to lick the skin, his tongue tracing the curve of her spine, sucking the salty sweat that coated her like nectar. The taste of her exertion, her shame, and her pleasure was intoxicating. He was drinking in her surrender, consuming every part of the globally famous Idol, who was currently reduced to a screaming, helpless cock sleeve in a public restroom.
The combination of the deep, aggressive thrusts, the relentless clit stimulation, and the sudden, possessive licking of her sweat pushed her body to its limit. Her core muscles went rigid, locking her onto his shaft.
It hit her again—a final, massive, intense catastrophic climax. Her vision went white, her body screamed, and her pussy violently burst open.
Min Suk felt the tidal wave of fluid erupting around his shaft. He let out a primal yell of triumph and pulled his cock completely out in one sharp, powerful motion, holding her by her hair, forcing her eyes down to the floor.
She was left bent over, hands clinging to the stall door, her pussy spraying and gushing uncontrollably onto the cold, tiled floor. The volume of fluid was immense, mixing with the thick semen and her sweat, creating a rapidly expanding puddle beneath her shaking knees. Min Suk simply watched the spectacle of her body's total submission, his own cock thick and heavy, covered in the evidence of her multiple, violent releases. She was a spent, raw, trembling ruin.
The immediate aftermath left Nayeon weak, dizzy, and totally exposed. The women outside finally left, the click-clack of their heels receding, but Nayeon didn't notice. Her mind was a fog of ecstasy and exhaustion. She was shivering, sweating, her body aching, her pussy throbbing, but the need for more was an immediate, overwhelming force.
She looked up at Min Suk, his cock slick and heavy, and the last shred of her dignity vanished. She was a whore in heat, focused entirely on the source of her devastating pleasure.
"I want it... I need to taste it," she whimpered, her voice raw.
Min Suk, still dominant and fully erect, didn't stand over her. He simply turned and sat down on the closed toilet lid within the narrow stall, his knees spread, his heavy cock pointing directly at her face. The new position was a crude throne of dominance.
Nayeon immediately collapsed onto the floor, scrambling on her hands and knees in front of him. She didn't have to be asked. She reached out, her hands trembling, and gripped the thick column of his cock, bringing the massive head to her mouth.
Min Suk immediately grabbed a bunch of her wet, tangled hair at the crown of her head, locking his grip.
"That's right," he growled, pulling her head down sharply. "Take it like the slut you are. Lick every inch. Make it shine."
Nayeon began to suck and lick with a ferocity born of desperation and skill. She worked the thick shaft, her tongue swirling around the ridged head, swallowing him deep and hard, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled him in. She was the globally famous idol, on her knees, giving a filthy, aggressive blowjob to her ex-boyfriend in a movie theater stall.
She was skillful—her technique honed by past encounters—sucking the base, running her tongue along the underside where the veins pulsed, and then focusing intense suction on the ultra-sensitive tip.
Midway through the intense oral session, Min Suk used his free hand to lift his cock, deliberately revealing his heavy, full, dangling balls to her face.
Nayeon needed no command. Her eyes instantly locked onto the prize, and she released his shaft, opening her mouth to envelop one of his heavy, taut testicles. She licked the smooth, warm skin, taking the entire ball into her mouth, swirling her tongue and sucking gently, then moved to the other, treating his entire scrotum with the same devotion.
She returned to his shaft, increasing the pace, sucking and licking him with an almost frantic energy, desperate for the final, thick load she knew was coming.
Min Suk let her work, pulling her hair tight, controlling the depth of his thrusts, using her head like a handle as she worshiped him. He felt the intense, burning heat rise, and with a series of powerful pelvic thrusts, he came inside her mouth again.
He held her head firmly, forcing her to swallow the thick, hot torrent of his semen. She swallowed, obeyed, taking every drop of his final, potent release, a final act of absolute devotion.
When he was finally empty, he released her hair. Nayeon slumped back onto the wet, sticky floor of the stall. She was fully sweaty and exhausted, her limbs weak and trembling, her face smeared with his semen, her body aching but utterly content and satisfied. The switch was flipped, the hunger was momentarily satiated, and she was left in a daze of spent, post-orgasmic bliss.
Jae was confused. He had waited outside the men’s room for what felt like an hour, then returned to their seats in the dark cinema, watching the film finish alone. Nayeon never came back. He called her name softly in the lobby, then in the parking lot. Nothing.
When he finally reached home, alone, he found a cryptic text message from her, delivered an hour after the movie ended:
I can’t do this anymore. We need to break up. Don't contact me.
The message was brutal, cold, and entirely out of character. Just hours ago, they had been holding hands. He spent the next day trying to reach her, sending frantic texts, but getting only silence.
Finally, late that evening, desperate and worried, he called her phone.
The phone rang twice, then Nayeon answered, her voice sounding strange—hoarse, breathless, and thick with exhaustion.
"Nayeon? What happened? Are you okay? Why did you break up with—"
He was cut off not by her words, but by a sound on the other end of the line—a distinct, loud wet schlop sound, followed immediately by a sharp, choked gasp that was clearly not hers.
Then came the low, gravelly rumble of a man's voice, muffled, but unmistakable. "Don't talk, baby. Open your mouth."
Jae froze, his heart slamming against his ribs. He could hear more sounds now: slurping, sucking, wet, rhythmic sounds that left absolutely no room for interpretation. He listened in sick, horrified silence as the man continued to use her.
Then, the final, crushing blow: a high-pitched, desperate scream, a sound he recognized as Nayeon's voice pushed to the very edge, followed by a series of frantic, wet moans and one final, explosive shout that echoed with the brutal pleasure of a massive climax.
The phone line went dead moments later.
Jae stood in his apartment, the receiver dropped at his side. The sounds he had heard—the raw, animalistic screams of pleasure, the deep, guttural moans, the explicit slurping—told him everything he needed to know. She wasn't just with someone else; she was being fucked senseless by a man who knew exactly how to break her control, a man who gave her a satisfaction that his own relationship had clearly lacked. Her screams of pleasure were a brutal indictment of his own inadequacy. He, the man dating one of the most beautiful, famous women in the world, had lost her to an unknown man who could make her sound like that. He was confused, heartbroken, and consumed by a crushing, profound disappointment in himself. He never saw or heard from Nayeon again.
being the oldest in the group doesn't mean she has to be mature, and that’s why she's even capable of taking certain photos in the company hallways just because that’s her personality.
can sit on your face for hours and she doesn’t care about your well being or comfort because she’s only interested in fucking your face and reaching orgasm.
she takes the job of eating you seriously.
yoo jeongyeon
fortunately, for some time now her stylists have been much better and have started giving her better outfits that highlight her figure, and she loves sending you photos of herself in those clothes to share her genuine excitement with you.
if you had a bad day that completely changed your mood, she’s always willing to let you sit on her lap and finger you until the weight is off your shoulders.
aware of how her body proportions drive you crazy and make your head spin nonstop, so whenever she gets the chance, she won’t hesitate to send you a risqué photo just to tease you for a while.
playing with your cunt and making you beg for it.
she loves to joke around and play with you, so it’s clear that she also brings that quality to the bedroom.
hirai momo
crazy because she gives you the freedom to touch and play with her breasts even if you two are in public.
for some time now, her body has attracted attention because of its proportions, but she doesn't mind showing it off to you.
lives for worship your body every time you have an intimate moment with her.
minatozaki sana
everything is full of kisses and groping when it comes to intimacy with her.
finds it so beautiful when you can’t help but whimper against her lips because she’s fingering you at the same time as she kisses you.
gives you the freedom to put your mouth on her breasts whenever you want, regardless of whether you’re in the bedroom or a random bathroom during a date.
neck kisses are the best.
the prettiest when she tries to send you provocative photos.
park jihyo
grinding her pussy against yours after going to the gym together.
she spends almost all her time busy because her group is always having comebacks or promotions that include concerts here and there, and that’s why she always sends you special videos of herself to prevent you from missing her too much in a painful way.
myoui mina
she has always been known for being shy and quiet, but do you know this side of her?
she has her own ways when it's her turn to be on top.
stopped being shy a long time ago, and it’s quite noticeable.
kim dahyun
grinding your pussy against hers... simply heaven.
her pale, milky–white skin is so precious and lovely to admire, especially when she wears lingerie that highlights that.
it’s quite obvious that you love her body, so she has no problem letting you touch her as much and as you wish.
chou tzuyu
even though everyone still recognizes her as the maknae of the group who grew up being quiet and observant, she only acts like a limitless vixen when she’s with you.
gets easily frustrated when grinding her pussy against yours.
