⤿ 𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ★ i had this silly idea and so i hope y'all enjoy it. it's really short , but i liked it <3
MINJU first saw the pinkish building while walking out of her company, it's comfy and welcoming design got her inside the place without even meaning to. she just wanted to take a quick look inside and maybe order a piece of chocolate cake. but once she saw you, her body froze, and for a moment she couldn't speak. you were so pretty. minju only managed to speak once she heard your—oh so beautiful—voice asking what did she wanted to order. that was the first time she forgot her usual order, saying the first thing her mind came up with before timidly walk back to a seat.
WONYOUNG can be a flirty girl. it's not uncommon to have the idea of her being extra smiley around someone she may be wanting to see more than not. but it was even worse once she heard of you. there was just this... cute aura in you that made wonyoung want to get closer. when she ordered for the first time in your bakery, she couldn't keep herself from occasionally sending you a few smiles, her heart beating faster once you smiled back.
LIA heard about the bakery when one of her group members, yuna, mentioned it. the way people have been talking about the place got her curious, leading her to lia going there after a long day of practicing. she was enchanted from the moment she stepped inside, your eyes meeting hers as you greeted her with so much kindness. lia accidentally spent five minutes talking to you until someone else was behind her and she had to walk away, but as she waited for her order, she'd make sure to tell her members about this place as well.
MIYEON is a very loud and extroverted person, so when her friends begun talking about this lovely bakery with the cutest owner ever, she just knew she had to go there and see with her eyes. to say she liked it was an understatement. miyeon stayed in your bakery for about two hours, ordering small snacks so she could spend most of her time talking to you when you weren't doing anything in particular. she is so coming back here.
GEHLEE wished she had known about this bakery way sooner, especially because of you. she wasn't even caring to hide the flirtatious tone in her voice as she talked to you, asking for a pudding, something you could make that was fast, but also gave her a reason to sweet talk to you. gehlee has just found you so adorable, she couldn't help herself, she needed to see your reactions on everything she says.
WINTER was hesitant to go to your bakery at first, especially when karina herself has said things about how you're so, so sweet to everyone. but her experience there was beyond good. winter couldn't keep her eyes off of the cute baker who always flashed a smile to every person who showed up. and maybe she's giving herself false hopes, but she is very sure your smile was a little bigger than the others when it was directed at her.
KAZUHA was excited to finally see for herself what her friends were talking about. the bakery itself was amazing on it's own, however, her attention's fully on you, working so gracefully while talking to people. she doesn't know how do you manage to be so happy all the time. it's not even like a persona, you're just... friendly. and kind. kazuha had to talk to you in person and know more about this lovely bakery.
The afternoon sun streamed through the living room windows, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. I'd barely stepped through the door when I froze, my keys still dangling in the lock, my jaw going slack at the scene unfolding before me.
There she was. Xiaoting. Tied to the wooden dining chair in the center of the room, her wrists bound behind her back with what looked like silk rope, a dark red scarf tied snugly over her eyes. Her legs were spread wide, ankles strapped to the chair legs, leaving her completely exposed. She was wearing nothing but a thin white tank top, soaked through with sweat and saliva, clinging to her curves like a second skin.
And Chaehyun stood in front of her, completely naked, a foot-long dildo in her hand, glistening with Xiaoting's arousal as she plunged it in and out of the tied girl's sopping wet pussy.
"Who's been a good slut lately?" Chaehyun cooed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness as she twisted the dildo, working it deep inside Xiaoting. "You want my boyfriend's big cock again?"
Xiaoting whimpered, her head lolling back, her mouth hanging open as a string of drool dripped down her chin. "Please… please, unnie…"
"Then you better be a good slut and earn it." Chaehyun pulled the dildo out almost completely, letting only the tip brush against Xiaoting's swollen clit, making the girl buck desperately against the restraint. "But you can't even move, can you? You're stuck here, helpless, while I decide if you deserve a real cock between your legs."
I stood frozen in the doorway, my cock already hardening, straining against my jeans. The sight of the redhead—so proud and confident usually, now reduced to a trembling mess, bound and blindfolded, being toyed with by my girlfriend—was intoxicating.
Chaehyun caught my eye and smirked, never breaking rhythm with the dildo. She pushed it in deep, all the way to the hilt, and Xiaoting's back arched, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as her whole body convulsed. Her thighs quivered, her toes curled, and a wave of clear fluid gushed out, soaking the dildo, Chaehyun's hand, and the chair beneath her.
"Third one today," Chaehyun said casually, pulling the dildo out with a wet pop. She wiped it on Xiaoting's thigh, then set it aside on the coffee table. "Good girl. You took that so well."
Xiaoting was barely conscious, her chest heaving, her head drooping forward as soft, broken sobs escaped her. Her pussy was a mess—red, swollen, glistening with her own release, still clenching around nothing.
Chaehyun stood up, stretched lazily like a satisfied cat, and walked toward me. She was completely naked, her nipples hard, her body still flushed with arousal. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine, kissing me deep and slow, letting me taste Xiaoting on her tongue.
"Hi, baby," she whispered against my mouth. "I've been waiting for you."
"Clearly," I managed, my voice rough.
Chaehyun laughed, that low, dangerous sound that made my cock twitch. She reached down and palmed my bulge through my jeans, squeezing gently. "Mmm, someone's excited. Good. Come with me."
She took my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom, but stopped at the doorway, turning back to look at Xiaoting, still tied and blindfolded, still panting and trembling.
"Don't go anywhere," Chaehyun called out, her voice syrupy sweet. "We'll be right back. Well… maybe not right back. It might take a while. You know how Y/N is when he gets going. He'll fuck me so hard I'll forget my own name. And you'll just have to sit there and listen, won't you, you little slut?"
Xiaoting let out a strangled sob, her hips twitching uselessly against the ropes.
Chaehyun laughed and pulled me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.
The bedroom was dim, curtains drawn, the air cool from the AC. Chaehyun pushed me onto the bed, then crawled on top of me, her knees on either side of my hips, her wet pussy pressing against the denim of my jeans.
"Take these off," she commanded, tugging at my belt. "Now."
I fumbled with the buckle, my hands shaking with need, and finally got my jeans undone. Chaehyun yanked them down, along with my boxers, freeing my cock—hard and aching, already leaking precum.
She didn't waste a second. She grabbed my shaft, lined it up with her entrance, and sank down in one smooth motion, taking me all the way inside her.
Fuck.
She was so tight, so wet, her inner walls gripping me like a vice as she began to ride me, slow and deliberate at first, savoring every inch. Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent O, and a low, guttural moan escaped her throat.
"Ahhh… fuck, Y/N… you feel so good inside me."
She started to move faster, her hips rocking forward and back, her thighs slapping against my hips with a wet, rhythmic sound. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and pink, and I reached up to cup them, squeezing, rolling the nipples between my fingers.
Chaehyun moaned louder, leaning forward to brace her hands on my chest. Her pace quickened, her breathing ragged, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
She rode me like she was trying to prove a point, her movements wild and desperate, her pussy clenching and releasing in waves. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard thumping against the wall, and I knew—I knew—Xiaoting could hear everything.
So did Chaehyun.
She turned her head toward the door, her voice rising, deliberately loud. "You hear that, Xiaoting? You hear how good he's fucking me? How hard I'm taking his cock? This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be my toy? To be his whore?"
A muffled sob came from the living room, followed by the sound of the chair scraping against the floor as Xiaoting struggled against her bonds.
Chaehyun laughed, breathless and cruel. "Too bad. You can't touch him. You can't have him. He's mine. And all you can do is sit there and listen to me cum on his dick."
She slammed her hips down, grinding against me, her clit pressing against my pubic bone as she rode out another wave of pleasure. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her nails digging into my chest.
"Fuck… fuck, I'm close… I'm so close… don't you fucking stop…"
I gripped her hips, thrusting up into her, meeting her rhythm, driving deeper, harder. She was so tight, so hot, her pussy milking me, pulling me toward the edge with her.
"Come for me," I growled, my voice hoarse. "Come on my cock, Chaehyun. Let her hear you."
That was all it took.
She threw her head back, her body arching, and screamed.
"Fuuuuuck!"
Her orgasm ripped through her, her whole body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down around me in violent, rhythmic spasms. She rode it out, grinding against me, milking every last drop of pleasure, her moans turning into broken, wordless cries.
I thrust up into her one last time, my own release building, and then I let go, filling her with hot, thick spurts of cum, pumping deep inside her as she continued to clench and shake around me.
We collapsed together, sweaty and panting, her weight pressing me into the mattress. She buried her face in my neck, her breath hot and ragged, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice soft now, vulnerable.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, feeling her heart pound against my chest.
And from the living room, through the closed door, came the sound of Xiaoting's quiet, desperate sobs.
Chaehyun lifted her head, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Round two?"
"I wish babe, but i gotta go meet up with a friend who's in town for the week."
After Y/N left to meet his buddy, the air in the apartment hung thick with the smell of sex and submission. Chaehyun stretched lazily, her naked body still slick with a faint sheen of sweat, and walked over to the chair where Xiaoting remained bound.
"Time to clean up, you little mess."
She worked the knots loose slowly, deliberately, letting the rope burn against Xiaoting's wrists. When the last knot fell away, Xiaoting slumped forward, her arms falling limply to her sides. Her thighs were still sticky with her own release, her pussy swollen and red, clenching around nothing.
"Cold shower," Chaehyun ordered, her voice flat. "Now. You need to cool off that needy cunt of yours. You're not worthy of a real cock tonight after what you pulled."
Xiaoting opened her mouth to protest, but Chaehyun's sharp look silenced her. She nodded meekly and stumbled toward the bathroom, her legs shaky. The cold water hit her skin like a punishment, and she stood there, shivering, her fingers twitching with the urge to touch herself. But she didn't dare. Not without permission.
She stood under the spray, letting the cold numb her aching flesh, replaying every moment of the afternoon in her head. Y/N's thick cock stretching her, filling her, Chaehyun's voice in her ear telling her what a greedy slut she was. She pressed her thighs together, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
She couldn't help it. She wanted more.
An hour later, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up with Yuqi's name.
Xiaoting grabbed it, her heart leaping at the excuse to escape the heavy silence Chaehyun had wrapped around the apartment. She answered, her voice breathy.
"Yuqi unnie?"
"Xiaoting! I'm at that bar near the Han River. It's been forever. Come meet me! We need to catch up. I'm dying for some girl talk."
Xiaoting bit her lip. She looked over at Chaehyun, who was lounging on the couch in a silk robe, scrolling through her phone.
"Chaehyun-ah," Xiaoting said carefully, "Yuqi's at a bar nearby. She wants to meet up. Can I go? Will you come with me?"
Chaehyun looked up, her eyes unreadable. "Yuqi? The girl from (G)-Idle?"
"Yeah. She's my friend from trainee days. She just broke up with her boyfriend and she needs someone to talk to."
Chaehyun considered it for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine. I don't have anything else going on. Maybe I'll keep an eye on you. Make sure you don't go spreading your legs for anyone else without my permission."
Xiaoting flushed. "I won't, mistress."
"Get dressed. We'll go."
The bar was dimly lit, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, a favorite spot for idols who wanted anonymity. Candles flickered on the tables, casting long shadows across the dark wood. Yuqi was already in a corner booth, waving them over.
She looked stunning. A tight black dress that hugged her curves, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. She had that freshly single glow—desperate for attention, hungry for touch.
"Xiaoting! Chaehyun!" Yuqi grinned, sliding over to make room. "I'm so glad you came. I've been going crazy."
They settled into the booth, ordering a round of soju cocktails. The small talk came easily at first—comebacks, variety shows, the grind of being in the spotlight. But as the drinks flowed, the conversation turned deeper.
"You know what the worst part is?" Yuqi said, swirling her glass. "Performing. You stand up there, lights on you, thousands of fans screaming, and you can feel them. Their eyes. The way they watch your body. The hunger in the crowd. I know they're thinking about it. And I go home alone."
She laughed, but it was hollow. "One month. It's been one month since he broke up with me, and I haven't touched a single cock. I'm dying, Xiaoting. I'm literally dying."
Xiaoting's eyes lit up with a mischievous gleam. She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Unnie, you have no idea what you're missing. Or maybe you do, but trust me, you haven't had it like I have."
Yuqi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Spill it."
Xiaoting shot a glance at Chaehyun, who was watching them both with an amused, dangerous smile. Chaehyun gave a small nod. Permission.
"Okay," Xiaoting said, her voice getting huskier. "His name is Y/N. He's Chaehyun's boyfriend. And his cock…" She shivered, pressing her thighs together under the table. "It's the most perfect thing I've ever felt. Thick. Long. Curved just right. When he fucks you, he doesn't just fuck you. He owns you. He hits places inside you that you forgot existed. Places that make you see stars."
Yuqi's lips parted. She was leaning in now, her drink forgotten.
"I was tied to a chair this afternoon," Xiaoting continued, her voice a low purr. "Chaehyun had me blindfolded. She made me come three times with a dildo and then she left me and went to fuck him in the bedroom. I had to listen. Every slurp. Every moan. Every time he made her scream. And then, when he finally came out…" She trailed off, biting her lip.
"And then?" Yuqi pressed, her voice barely a whisper.
"And then nothing. He had to go meet up with a friend and i had to masturbate in the shower since Chaehyun-ah wouldn't let me fuck him again after i seduced him behind her back last time." Xiaoting said. "But when we fucked unnie. It was magical. I came so fast. I couldn't help it. He just… owns my pussy now."
Yuqi's hand was gripping the edge of the table. A faint blush crept up her neck. She crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together.
"Fuck," she breathed. "That sounds… I need that. I need it so bad."
Chaehyun finally spoke, her voice smooth as silk. "You're single, Yuqi. You can find someone on your own."
"Anyone who fucks like that?" Yuqi shot back, a little too quickly. "No offense, Chaehyun-ah, but from how Xiaoting describes it, he's a once-in-a-lifetime kind of cock."
"He is," Xiaoting agreed eagerly. "And I've been begging Chaehyun unnie to let me have another round. She won't let me."
"Because you didn't ask for permission the first time you slut" Chaehyun said coolly. "You just took what you wanted."
"I know," Xiaoting pouted. "I'm sorry. But Chaehyun-ah, please…I need him back inside me so badly. I think about it every night before i fall asleep."
Yuqi watched the exchange, her mind racing. She looked at Xiaoting's flushed face, at her desperate eyes. She looked at Chaehyun, so calm, so in control. And she thought about that thick cock, that perfect fucking.
An idea formed in her mind. A dangerous, thrilling idea.
She leaned forward, her voice dropping low. "Okay, I have a proposal. And before you say no, just hear me out."
Chaehyun raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."
"How about we invite Y/N over to your dorm," Yuqi said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "and play a little truth or dare? See who can seduce him first? Fair and square?"
The table went silent.
Chaehyun stared at her for a long moment. Then she laughed, sharp and cold. "You're joking, right? You want me to let you two sluts seduce my boyfriend? He already gave up in like five seconds and fucked this greedy little bitch over here." She jabbed a finger at Xiaoting.
"Hey!" Xiaoting protested, but she was smiling.
"That was a surprise attack," Yuqi countered. "She walked in on him, half naked and sucked his cock. Of course he fucked her. This time, there are rules. A game. A challenge. It's fair. It's fun. And you're in control the whole time, Chaehyun-ah."
Chaehyun swirled her drink, considering. "And what's in it for me?"
"Everything," Yuqi said smoothly. "You get to watch. You get to judge. You get to decide who wins, who loses, who gets punished. Two beautiful women, desperate for your boyfriend's cock, competing for your approval. Doesn't that sound… thrilling?"
Chaehyun's eyes narrowed, but there was a flicker of interest. She looked at Xiaoting, who was practically vibrating with hope. She looked at Yuqi, who was meeting her gaze without flinching.
The power was intoxicating. These two women, begging for a taste of her man. And she held the keys.
"Fine," Chaehyun said, setting her glass down with a decisive clink. "I'll allow it. But let me make something very clear. This is my game. My rules. We play in my dorm. If either of you tries to cheat, back out, or break my rules, the game ends immediately. And you both get punished. Understood?"
"Yes." Xiaoting said eagerly.
Yuqi nodded slowly, a predatory smile spreading across her lips. "Understood."
"Then finish your drinks. We're going home."
The taxi's engine hummed beneath them as Yuqi sat in the middle, pressed between Chaehyun and Xiaoting. The warmth of their bodies was intoxicating, seeping through the thin fabric of her summer dress. Xiaoting's hand found its way to Yuqi's thigh, squeezing gently, fingertips barely grazing the sensitive skin just above her knee.
Yuqi's breath caught in her throat. Xiaoting's touch was featherlight, teasing, tracing slow circles higher and higher until Yuqi's thighs began to burn from the inside out. The gentle pressure sent waves of heat radiating through her core, pooling between her legs. She couldn't help it—she turned her head, catching Xiaoting's dark eyes shimmering in the passing streetlights.
Their lips met.
It was sudden, hungry, desperate. Yuqi's hand flew up to cup Xiaoting's jaw, pulling her closer as their mouths crashed together. Xiaoting tasted like soju and something sweet, her tongue sliding against Yuqi's lips, demanding entry. Yuqi parted her lips willingly, moaning softly as Xiaoting's tongue explored her mouth with practiced ease.
Chaehyun watched from the side, a smirk playing on her lips. Her hand slid under Yuqi's dress, fingers trailing up the smooth expanse of her inner thigh. Yuqi shivered against Xiaoting's mouth, her legs falling open instinctively. Chaehyun's fingers found their target—the damp heat of Yuqi's cunt through her soaked panties.
"Fuck," Yuqi gasped, breaking the kiss, her forehead resting against Xiaoting's.
"Shh," Chaehyun whispered, her index finger circling Yuqi's clit through the wet fabric. "Just relax, unnie. This is just a preview of what's coming."
Yuqi's hips bucked involuntarily as Chaehyun's fingers pressed harder, drawing slow, deliberate circles around her swollen nub. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her hands gripping Xiaoting's shoulders for support. The taxi driver remained oblivious, focused on the road ahead.
"You're so wet already," Chaehyun murmured, her voice low and teasing. "And we haven't even started yet."
Yuqi bit her lip, stifling a moan as Chaehyun's fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties, making direct contact with her slick folds. The sensation was electric—Chaehyun's skilled fingers sliding through her wetness, dipping inside her just enough to make her gasp, then returning to circle her clit with agonizing precision.
"Please," Yuqi whimpered, not even sure what she was asking for.
"Not yet," Chaehyun said, pulling her hand away. "Save it for the game."
Yuqi collapsed against Xiaoting, her body trembling with unspent need. Xiaoting kissed her temple, her hand still resting on Yuqi's thigh, squeezing gently.
The dorm room was exactly as they'd left it—the faint scent of sex still lingering in the air, the dining chair pushed slightly askew, the leather armrests gleaming under the dim light. Chaehyun flicked on the lights, her heels clicking against the wooden floor as she walked to the center of the room.
"Alright," she said, pulling out her phone. "Time to call the guest of honor."
She dialed Y/N's number, putting it on speaker. The phone rang twice before a slightly slurred voice answered.
"Chae? What's up?"
"Where are you, baby?" Chaehyun's voice was pure honey, dripping with seduction. "I have a surprise for you."
"A surprise?" Y/N's voice was curious, a hint of laughter in his tone. "I'm at a bar with my friend. We've had a few drinks."
"Perfect," Chaehyun purred. "Bring him. Come to the dorm. Trust me, you don't want to miss this."
There was a pause, muffled voices in the background. Then Y/N's voice came back, amused. "Alright, alright. We'll be there in twenty minutes."
"Don't keep me waiting," Chaehyun said, and hung up.
The next twenty minutes were a blur of preparation. Chaehyun cleared the coffee table, setting a half-empty bottle of soju and a beer bottle in the center. Xiaoting adjusted the lighting, dimming it to a warm, intimate glow. Yuqi freshened up in the bathroom, her heart racing with anticipation.
When the doorbell rang, all three women exchanged glances. Chaehyun smoothed down her dress—a short, black number that hugged her curves—and went to answer the door.
Y/N stood in the doorway, slightly flushed from the alcohol, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. Behind him, his friend—a tall, handsome guy with broad shoulders and a easy smile—peered over his shoulder.
"Hey," Y/N said, his voice soft. "What's all this?"
Chaehyun stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue slid against his, tasting the soju on his breath. When she pulled back, she was smiling.
"Just a little game," she said. "Come in."
Y/N's friend stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. He caught Yuqi's gaze and smiled, a spark of recognition passing between them.
"I'm Minho," he said, extending a hand.
"Yuqi," she replied, taking it. His grip was warm, firm.
They settled around the coffee table—Y/N next to Chaehyun, Minho next to Yuqi, and Xiaoting across from them. The beer bottle sat in the center, glinting under the dim light.
"Alright," Chaehyun said, clapping her hands together. "Let's start simple. Truth or dare, bottle style. You know the rules."
Y/N spun the bottle first. It landed on Yuqi.
"Truth or dare?" he asked.
"Truth," Yuqi said, her voice steady.
"When was your first time?"
Yuqi laughed, leaning back. "I was nineteen. College freshman i met at a music festival. It was clumsy and awkward and I loved every second of it."
The game continued—questions about first kisses, most embarrassing moments, wildest fantasies. Minho spun the bottle, landing on Xiaoting.
"Dare," she said without hesitation.
"I dare you to kiss the person to your left."
Xiaoting turned to Y/N, a playful glint in her eyes. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a quick, chaste kiss. Chaehyun watched, her expression unreadable.
The tension in the room was building, the air thick with unspoken desire. Yuqi could feel it in her bones, the electric charge of anticipation. She reached out, spinning the bottle with deliberate force.
It landed on Xiaoting.
Yuqi's lips curled into a smirk. "I dare you," she said, her voice low and clear, "to give Y/N a blowjob. Right here. Right now."
The room went silent.
Xiaoting's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She looked at Y/N, then at Chaehyun. Y/N turned to his girlfriend, his expression questioning.
Chaehyun held his gaze for a long moment, her face unreadable. Then she nodded, slow and deliberate.
"Go ahead," she said, her voice soft. "I want to watch."
Xiaoting didn't need to be told twice. She moved from her seat, crawling across the floor on her hands and knees until she was between Y/N's legs. Her hands were trembling slightly as she reached for his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease.
Y/N watched her, his breath coming faster. "Xiaoting—"
"Shh," she whispered, pulling down his zipper. "Just relax."
She pulled his pants down, revealing his already hard cock, standing proud and thick against his stomach. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking him slowly.
"So big," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I've been dreaming about this."
She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting the pre-cum that had already beaded there. Y/N groaned, his head falling back as Xiaoting's mouth enveloped him, her lips sliding down his shaft with practiced ease.
The sound of her sucking—wet, obscene, rhythmic—filled the room. Yuqi watched, transfixed, her hand unconsciously moving to her own thigh. Minho shifted beside her, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them.
"She's really doing it," Minho whispered, his voice hoarse.
"She's a greedy little slut," Yuqi replied, turning to face him. Her eyes were dark, hungry. "You know what? I think we should give them some privacy."
She stood, extending her hand to Minho. He took it, his fingers warm against hers.
"Come with me," she said.
The bedroom was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, the bed still rumpled from the afternoon's activities. Yuqi led Minho inside, closing the door behind them. The sounds from the living room—Xiaoting's wet slurps, Y/N's groans—were muffled but still audible.
Yuqi turned to face Minho, her hands finding the hem of her dress. She pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, standing before him in nothing but a sheer black bra and matching panties.
"Your turn," she said, her voice husky. "I've been so fucking horny all night. I need you to eat me out."
Minho's eyes roamed over her body, his breath catching. "Fuck, you're beautiful."
He stepped forward, his hands finding her waist, his lips pressing against her neck. She arched into him, moaning softly as his teeth grazed her skin. He walked her backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she fell onto the mattress, looking up at him with dark, hungry eyes.
He dropped to his knees, spreading her legs wide. Her panties were already soaked through, the fabric clinging to her slick folds. He hooked his fingers under the elastic, pulling them down her thighs, exposing her glistening cunt to the cool air.
"God, you're so wet," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
"Just shut up and eat me out," Yuqi gasped.
His tongue found her clit, circling it with slow, deliberate pressure. Yuqi's back arched off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat. He licked her from bottom to top, savoring her taste, then plunged his tongue inside her, fucking her with his mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes," Yuqi chanted, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Meanwhile, in the living room, Xiaoting had Y/N's cock deep in her throat, her nose pressed against his pelvis. She pulled back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip.
"Fuck, you're getting so good at that" Y/N groaned, his hand finding the back of her head.
"More," she breathed, taking him in her mouth again, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
Chaehyun watched from the couch, her legs crossed, a faint smile on her lips. She was enjoying this—the control, the power, the way Xiaoting was so desperate for her boyfriend's cock.
When Xiaoting finally pulled away, her lips swollen, her chin glistening, she looked up at Y/N with pleading eyes.
"Please," she said, her voice breaking. "I need more. I need you inside me."
Y/N looked at Chaehyun, who nodded again. "Go ahead," she said. "Take her to the bedroom."
Xiaoting scrambled to her feet, grabbing Y/N's hand and pulling him toward the bedroom. Chaehyun followed, her heels clicking against the floor.
The scene that greeted them was one of pure debauchery. Yuqi was spread across the bed, Minho's face buried between her thighs, her moans filling the room. Her legs were wrapped around his head, her hips grinding against his mouth.
"Oh god, I'm gonna come," Yuqi gasped, her body trembling. "I'm so close, so close—"
Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her back arching off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat. Minho didn't stop, licking her through every spasm until she collapsed, limp and breathless.
Xiaoting wasted no time. She pushed Yuqi's legs aside, climbing onto the bed and positioning herself on all fours. She looked back at Y/N, her eyes blazing with need.
"Fuck me," she demanded. "Now."
Y/N didn't hesitate. He climbed onto the bed behind her, his cock pressing against her wet entrance. He pushed inside her in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
"Fuck!" Xiaoting screamed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Yes, yes, yes!"
He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound of his balls hitting her wet pussy echoing through the room. Xiaoting's moans were incoherent, a string of curses and pleas.
Chaehyun watched from the side, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Xiaoting caught her eye, a smirk spreading across her face.
"Look at me," Xiaoting panted, her voice dripping with malice. "Riding your boyfriend's cock. You love watching, don't you? You love seeing me take what's yours."
Chaehyun's eyes narrowed. "You're pushing your luck, slut."
"Am I?" Xiaoting laughed, her hips meeting Y/N's thrusts. "I'm just getting started."
Chaehyun's jaw tightened. She walked to the closet, pulling out a long, black box. She opened it, revealing the monster dildo—a thick, veined shaft of silicone, nearly a foot long.
"You want more?" Chaehyun said, her voice cold. "I'll give you more."
She climbed onto the bed, made Xiaoting ride Y/N, then moved behind her, positioning the dildo at her ass. Xiaoting's eyes went wide, a flicker of fear crossing her face.
"Chae—"
"Shut up," Chaehyun said, and pushed.
The dildo slid into Xiaoting's ass with a wet pop, stretching her wide. Xiaoting screamed, a raw, animal sound that filled the room. Y/N fucked her pussy while Chaehyun fucked her ass, the two of them working in tandem, driving her to the edge of madness.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Xiaoting sobbed, her body shaking. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come—"
"Come," Chaehyun commanded, thrusting the dildo deeper. "Come for us, you greedy little slut."
Xiaoting's orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around Y/N's cock. She screamed, tears streaming down her face, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
But Chaehyun didn't stop. She kept fucking her ass, her pace relentless, driving Xiaoting toward a second orgasm.
"Please," Xiaoting begged, her voice breaking. "I can't, I can't—"
"You can," Chaehyun said, her voice hard. "And you will."
On the other side of the bed, Yuqi had recovered. She turned onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass to Minho.
"Fuck my ass," she said, her voice hoarse. "I want to feel you deep inside me."
Minho positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her tight entrance. He pushed slowly, letting her adjust, until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned.
"Move," Yuqi demanded. "Fuck me."
He fucked her ass hard, his hips slamming against her ass cheeks, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Yuqi's moans were guttural, primal, her body taking everything he gave her.
Xiaoting came again, her second orgasm even more intense than the first. Her body collapsed on top of Y/N, her face burried in the crook of his neck, trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Chaehyun pulled the dildo out, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Good girl," she said, stroking Xiaoting's hair. "You did so well."
Y/N's cock slipped out of Xiaoting, still hard, glistening with her juices. He looked at Chaehyun, his eyes dark with desire.
"My turn," she said, pushing Xiaoting aside, climbed atop of her boyfriend, lowering herself onto his cock with a sigh of satisfaction.
The room was filled with the sounds of fucking—wet slaps, moans, groans, curses. Yuqi screamed as Minho fucked her ass, her third orgasm building, her body shaking.
"I'm coming again," she cried. "I'm coming, I'm coming—"
She came, her body convulsing, her pussy gushing as Minho fucked her through it. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled her ass with his cum.
Chaehyun rode Y/N hard, her hips grinding against his, her moans loud and uninhibited. She came with a scream, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around his cock. Y/N came inside her, his cum mixing with hers, dripping down her thighs.
They collapsed into a heap of sweaty, trembling bodies. The room was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing.
Xiaoting was the first to speak, her voice barely a whisper. "That was… incredible."
Chaehyun laughed, her hand finding Y/N's. "I told you I had a surprise."
Yuqi rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "I think I need a cigarette."
Minho laughed, pulling her close. "I think we all do."
The night was far from over, but for now, they lay in the afterglow, their bodies tangled, their hearts racing. The game had been won, the stakes had been met, and everyone had gotten exactly what they wanted.
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Shuhua’s townhouse looked like something out of a lifestyle vlog—warm lighting, pale walls, and little touches that screamed idol who still wants to look normal. She wore loose shorts and a soft cream sweater, hair in a ponytail, bare-faced except for a gloss that caught the light when she smiled nervously.
“Ah—it’s not much, but welcome,” she said, bowing slightly to the three-man crew lugging cameras and lighting cases into her living room.
They chuckled, friendly on the surface, but their eyes roamed. The cameraman lingered too long on her legs when she crossed them on the sofa. The sound guy adjusted his mic pack with a smirk every time her sweater rode up to reveal a sliver of stomach.
The director, older, with a permanent half-smile, gave her a look that was polite but heavy. “We want this to feel natural, Shuhua-ssi. Like we’re seeing the real you.”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes, of course.”
He leaned in closer than necessary to fix her mic, fingers brushing just under her collar. She stiffened, her smile faltering, but forced a giggle. “Oh—it’s a little ticklish, sorry.”
The sound guy laughed. “Cute. Really cute.”
They began filming.
Shuhua pointed to her shelves, showing off plushies fans had given her. “This one—ah, this was a birthday gift. I keep it by the window so it can see the sun.”
“Adorable,” the director murmured behind the camera, zooming in on her lips as she smiled.
They followed her upstairs, into her bedroom. It was neat, almost too neat, the kind of space an idol keeps curated in case someone ever sees.
The cameraman muttered, “So this is where the magic happens.”
Shuhua blinked, confused, then laughed lightly. “No magic here. Just sleep.”
But his camera dipped lower, tracing the edge of her unmade bed, the thin blanket pulled tight, the faint dent of her body where she’d slept last night.
The director sat casually on the edge of her bed, testing its bounce. “Comfortable. You sleep here every night?”
“Yes,” she said, voice a little higher, as if she could hear the shift in his tone.
He leaned back, hands pressing into her sheets, eyes dragging up her body. “Looks… cozy.”
The sound guy set his boom down and grinned. “Feels like we’re intruding.”
Shuhua laughed again, nervous, arms crossing over her chest. “You are… but it’s okay, since it’s for the fans.”
The director’s smile sharpened. “For the fans, yes. But today’s about the real Shuhua.”
Her smile faltered again. “The… real me?”
He patted the bed beside him. “Why don’t you sit here, show us how you really relax?”
Shuhua hesitated, biting her lip. The cameras kept rolling. She sat, slowly, the mattress dipping beneath her weight. Her sweater slipped off one shoulder, exposing pale skin she quickly pulled it back over.
The director leaned closer, his voice dropping. “Perfect. Now let’s really get to know you.”
And for the first time, her smile didn’t come back.
The cameras stayed on, humming faintly. Shuhua tugged her sweater closer around her frame, trying to look comfortable, though her legs pressed tightly together as she sat beside the director.
“Your mic,” he said casually, reaching toward her collar again. “It’s picking up some static.”
Her fingers flew to her chest. “Ah—I can fix—”
But his hand was already slipping under the knit, brushing warm skin as he clipped and unclipped the mic, deliberately slow. His thumb grazed the soft rise of her breast through the fabric.
Shuhua stiffened, lips parting in a nervous laugh. “Th-that should be fine now, right?”
He smiled, not moving his hand right away. “Better. You’ve got sensitive skin.”
The sound guy leaned against the doorframe, grinning. “That sweater’s hiding too much anyway. Maybe we should see your natural lines. Fans love that.”
Her eyes darted between them, panic flickering before she forced another smile. “But—it’s just a home tour…”
The cameraman knelt, angling up from the floor, his lens crawling from her knees up to where her sweater bunched high on her thighs. “Lighting’s bad on dark fabric. Skin reflects better.”
Shuhua swallowed, tugging her hem down. “It’s fine like this.”
The director leaned closer, his voice dropping low enough the mic barely caught it. “Relax. We’ll make you look even prettier.”
His hand smoothed down her arm, fingers lingering too long. “Stand up. Let’s adjust your mic pack.”
She obeyed, reluctant, sweater tugged nervously around her. He circled behind her, lifting the loose hem, exposing her bare thighs. His fingers brushed against the waistband of her shorts as he clipped the wire to her back pocket, thumb pressing just inside.
He hushed her gently, like calming a child. “Don’t worry. The fans want the real you, remember?”
The cameraman zoomed in on her face—her forced smile, her flushed cheeks, her wide, uncertain eyes.
The sound guy chuckled. “Yeah… and right now, she looks perfect.”
Shuhua’s heart raced. Her house no longer felt like hers. The tour wasn’t for fans anymore—it was for them.
And with every touch disguised as “adjustment,” they reminded her: she had no control.
“Lighting’s bad here,” the director muttered, squinting at his monitor. He stood, walking to the far side of the room, then pointed back at her. “Shuhua-ssi, sit back on the bed. Against the pillows. We need you relaxed.”
She hesitated, sweater tugged tight around her arms. “But… this isn’t really how I—”
“Trust me,” he interrupted, smiling warmly, though his eyes were sharp. “You’ll look natural.”
The camera rolled, leaving her no escape. She sat where he pointed, back against the pillows, knees pressed together, one hand fidgeting with the hem of her shorts.
The sound guy adjusted his boom, stepping closer. “Spread a little, no need to be so stiff. You look nervous.”
Shuhua forced a laugh, cheeks pink. “Because you’re… all watching me.”
“That’s the point,” the cameraman said, zooming in slowly.
The director leaned in, tugging a pillow higher behind her. His hand brushed the side of her thigh as if by accident—then lingered. “There. Comfortable?”
Her breath hitched. “Y-yes.”
“Good girl.”
They started framing shots—her hands folded on her lap, her sweater tugged lower off one shoulder. The cameraman shifted lower, lens catching the faint shadow between her thighs.
The sound guy leaned closer, boom dipping. “Fans will go crazy. The shy ones always get them hard.”
Shuhua blinked, startled. “H-hard?”
He grinned, openly adjusting himself through his jeans. “See?”
Her eyes widened as the outline of his cock strained against the denim. She tried to look away, but the director’s hand cupped her chin, angling her back toward the camera.
“Don’t be shy. This is what being real means.”
Minutes blurred. Every “adjustment” slid further. The cameraman brushed her knee “for framing.” The sound guy rested the boom pole on her lap, “to steady it.”
And then—subtle, deliberate—the director shifted closer, his thigh pressing against hers, something hard beneath his slacks nudging her leg.
Shuhua froze, sweater bunched at her chest. “Oppa—”
“Relax,” he murmured, eyes fixed on hers. “You feel that? That’s how much you’re affecting us.”
The cameraman stepped in too, crouching low, his camera now inches from her face. She felt his knee knock against her other leg—and something thick pressing through his pants against the side of her thigh.
Her breath came quick, chest rising under her sweater. She wanted to move, to stand, but the lens stayed fixed on her, trapping her in place.
The sound guy laughed softly, lowering his boom mic. His free hand rubbed slowly at his crotch, bulge clear. “She doesn’t get it yet.”
The director stroked her arm again, his words honeyed but heavy. “You’re the star, Shuhua. Even here. Especially here.”
And as she sat trapped on her own bed, three hard shapes pressing closer, she realized the “house tour” had ended.
The director leaned in, adjusting the pillow behind her head once more, though his hand slid lower this time. Not the pillow. Not the sheets.
Her thigh.
Shuhua’s breath caught. “O-oppa—”
“Shhh,” he murmured smoothly, his tone like a lullaby but his fingers heavy as they traced along her bare skin. “The camera loves when you relax.”
The cameraman crouched lower, angling the shot up her body. “That sweater’s fighting us. Can we…?” His hand hovered as though asking permission, but didn’t wait for her answer—he tugged the knit hem higher, just enough that the edge of her shorts peeked, riding dangerously high.
Shuhua’s arms crossed instinctively over her chest. “It’s not—that’s not part of—”
“Of course it is,” the director cut in softly, smiling like he was reassuring her. His hand smoothed up her thigh, over her shorts, pressing lightly at the fabric as if testing how thin it was. “This is the real you.”
The sound guy chuckled. “Real nervous.”
The director leaned closer, close enough she could smell coffee and smoke on his breath. His hand slid higher, brushing the hem of her sweater. “We need to check your mic again.”
Her eyes darted down, panic flashing as his fingers slipped under the knit, grazing the swell of her breast.
She gasped, pressing her hands over his. “No—”
But he only smiled, eyes locked on hers. “It’s in the way. Let me fix it.”
His thumb traced over her nipple through the thin bra, circling lazily. The camera zoomed tighter, capturing the flush creeping over her neck.
The director’s other hand slid down, palming her knee, thumb stroking circles as he spread her legs a fraction wider. “Perfect. Just like that. See how natural you look?”
Her chest heaved under his touch, sweater slipping off her shoulder again, exposing pale skin. She squirmed, thighs pressing back together, but his hand stayed, heavy, thumb stroking higher, almost daring her to stop him.
The cameraman whispered, “God… her tits are unbelievable.”
The director chuckled low, fingers squeezing her breast firmer, rolling the nipple between his knuckles until it stiffened under the thin fabric. “Mmm. Better than expected.”
Shuhua bit her lip hard, tears pricking her eyes as she forced a shaky smile for the camera, her voice thin. “Th-this isn’t for fans…”
“No,” the director murmured, leaning close enough his lips brushed her ear, his hand sliding higher between her thighs. “This is for us.”
The silence broke with the muffled scratching of paws on the other side of her bedroom door. Shuhua’s dogs barked and whined, agitated, as though they sensed her distress.
Her head snapped toward the sound. “They’re—They’re making noise. I should—”
The director’s palm pressed firmly against her thigh, keeping her pinned to the bed. His smile didn’t waver. “They’ll quiet down. They don’t matter right now. You do.”
The cameraman laughed under his breath. “Even your dogs know something’s happening.” He tilted his lens, zooming in on her chest. “Goddamn. No bra? Just patches?”
Shuhua flushed crimson, arms crossing tighter over herself. “I—I was just at home, I didn’t think—”
“That’s exactly why it’s perfect,” the director interrupted smoothly, his fingers sliding up her sweater again, pushing the knit higher until the faint outline of the patches beneath was visible. The thin covers barely concealed the dark peaks of her nipples, stiff now under the air and his touch.
The sound guy leaned closer, eyes glued to her chest. “Shit. That’s hotter than lingerie.”
“Yeah,” the director agreed, thumbing the edge of a patch, circling just enough to make her gasp. “So innocent. So careless. And now we get the real view.”
Shuhua turned her face toward the barking door, voice breaking. “Please—let me take care of them, just for a minute—”
“No,” the director said, tone final, hand sliding higher between her thighs. “They can wait.”
The cameraman chuckled. “She’s shaking. Even with the patches, her tits look like they’re begging to pop free.”
Shuhua’s hands trembled as she clutched the hem of her sweater, trying to tug it back down, but the director caught her wrists, pinning them lightly against the mattress. His other hand cupped her breast, squeezing until the patch beneath crinkled audibly.
Her voice cracked. “O-oppa, please—don’t show them—”
But the camera stayed trained on her chest, the director’s words dripping like honey. “You don’t have to hide. Not from us. Not anymore.”
The dogs barked louder, frantic, but inside the room their noise was swallowed by the heavy breathing of three men and the sound of her sweater sliding higher, fabric giving way to the curve of her tits.
And Shuhua, trembling, realized she wasn’t just on a house tour anymore—she was on display.
The director leaned close, his breath brushing her cheek. His smile never left. “You know what we need from you now, right?”
Shuhua shook her head quickly, eyes darting toward the cameras. “No—I came here for a house tour, not—”
The sound guy cut in, his voice low and mocking. “C’mon. Don’t play dumb. You’re not wearing a bra. Just little stickers. You knew how this would look on camera.”
“I didn’t—” she started, but the director silenced her with a finger to her lips.
“You don’t have to say it,” he whispered. His other hand slid over her chest, thumb pressing until the thin patch beneath crackled, the nipple hardening under the pressure. “Your body already knows.”
Her thighs squeezed tight, her whole frame trembling as the cameraman leaned in close, lens fixed on her tits. “God. Look at them shake. Look at her try to hide.”
The director’s smile widened as he tugged at the edge of a patch. “Let’s stop pretending.”
“Wait!” she gasped, arching back against the bed. “Don’t—please—”
But he peeled it off slowly, deliberately, the sticky sound filling the silence. Her bare nipple sprang free, flushed and stiff in the cold air.
The camera zoomed. The sound guy exhaled sharply. “Fuck. Better than any fan fantasy.”
Shuhua turned her face toward the door, eyes squeezed shut, but her lips trembled. “Please don’t film—please—”
The director cupped her bare breast, squeezing, rolling the nipple between his fingers until she whimpered. “You know exactly what we need now, sweetheart. Just open that pretty mouth.”
Her eyes shot open, tears welling as the sound guy stepped closer, his cock straining hard through his jeans, already tugging at his zipper.
The director leaned down, whispering against her ear as his hand kept kneading her tits for the camera.
“Be a good girl, Shuhua. Show us you’re real.”
Shuhua sat frozen, sweater tugged halfway up her ribs, both tits bare now, trembling in the cold air. Her dogs still barked at the door, frantic, but the crew ignored them. The director’s cock hovered close enough that she could smell the musk of sweat and precum, while the other two adjusted their jeans, grins plastered across their faces.
The director stroked her cheek with the thick length, smearing precum over her skin. His voice was gentle, but sharp as a knife.
“You know how this ends, sweetheart. We ain’t walking out of here without cumming.”
The sound guy crouched at her side, smirking. “Question is—are you taking us one by one? Or all at once?”
Shuhua’s lips trembled. “I… I can’t—”
The cameraman leaned in, his lens trained on her chest, her face, every shiver. “You can. We’ll even let you decide how much clothing you lose. But you’re not keeping all of it.”
The director squeezed her breast hard, making her whimper. “So, what’s it gonna be? Strip for us and take turns… or keep pretending you’re innocent and get used like a toy right here, all three at once?”
Her throat tightened. She glanced toward the door, toward the muffled barks, as if her dogs could save her. Then back at the lens, its red light blinking—recording everything.
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. Slowly, with shaking hands, she tugged her sweater up over her head, dropping it to the floor. Her shorts followed, leaving her in nothing but thin panties that did nothing to hide the wetness soaking through.
“Th-that’s enough,” she whispered.
The director’s grin widened as his cock tapped her lips again. “Good girl. You just made your choice.”
The cameraman stepped back, circling to get the perfect angle. The sound guy pulled his cock free, stroking it eagerly.
One by one. Or together. It didn’t matter.
Either way, she wasn’t leaving this bed until every one of them had finished inside or on her.
The director loomed in front of her, cock hard, heavy, the tip brushing her cheek. His voice stayed calm, even kind, but it carried no warmth.
“You’ll remember this as your first, sweetheart. That innocence is what makes you perfect.”
The cameraman and sound guy laughed low from the side, already stroking themselves, watching hungrily.
Shuhua whimpered, shaking her head. “N-no… I’m not—I’m not like that—”
But the director cupped her chin, thumb smearing precum across her lips, forcing her eyes up to his. “You don’t get it. That’s exactly why you’re here. Because you’re not like them.”
Her lips quivered. “Please, oppa… not on camera…”
He leaned closer, pressing the thick head against her mouth. “The camera loves innocence. Loves watching it break.”
Her dogs barked louder, clawing at the door. The sound guy muttered, “Even they know their master’s not so pure anymore.”
The director pushed firmer, his cock parting her lips. Shuhua whimpered, muffled, tears streaking down her face as her tongue instinctively recoiled.
He groaned, low and satisfied. “God. She doesn’t even know how to open her mouth properly. Pure little idol mouth.”
Her body stiffened, but her lips parted wider—fear, shame, obedience. The thick length slid inside, stretching her throat. Her eyes watered, gagging as he pushed deeper.
“Perfect,” he sighed, stroking her hair as though comforting her. “Don’t fight it. Just let us see the real you.”
The camera zoomed on her face—wet eyes, spit glistening at the corners, her lips stretched wide.
When he pulled back, strands of saliva clung from her lips to his cock. She gasped, coughing, voice breaking. “I don’t… I don’t want this—”
The director smirked. “Then why are you dripping through your panties?”
Her thighs clenched shut, but the sound guy reached over, tugging at the damp fabric until it clung tighter to her soaked slit. The cameraman groaned. “Fuck, she’s leaking already.”
Shuhua sobbed, burying her face in her hands. But the director gripped her wrists, pulling them down, cock pressing to her lips again. “Eyes up, sweetheart. You only get your innocence once.”
The director held her chin like she was some doll, guiding her face back toward his cock. Shuhua’s lips trembled, spit shining over them, strands still clinging from the last time he forced her mouth open.
“Not like that,” he whispered, pushing the head against her lips until they parted again. His voice was soft, like a teacher correcting a mistake. “Your tongue—here. Against the underside. Slow.”
Her tear-streaked eyes looked up at him, wide and wet. Then, shame burned her cheeks as she flicked her gaze sideways—toward the crew. The cameraman leaned in, lens zooming close on her face, while the sound guy openly stroked himself, grinning.
Shuhua gagged around the length, voice muffled. “Mmmph—mmm—” She pulled back, coughing, spit running down her chin. “It’s salty—it stinks—I don’t want this—”
The director chuckled low, thumb smearing the wet mess across her cheek. “That’s not stink, sweetheart. That’s a man’s body. And you’ll learn to love it.”
He pushed again, guiding her lips tighter around him, his other hand pressing down gently on the crown of her head, controlling every motion. “Good girl. Now swirl your tongue—just like that. Look at me while you do it.”
Her eyes flicked back up, red and glassy, humiliation etched into every tear as his cock slid in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat again and again.
The crew muttered low praise, vulgar, like a commentary track.
“Fuck, she’s so tight in the mouth.”
“Look at her eyes. She hates it.”
“She’s perfect.”
When he finally pulled out, her lips were swollen, spit smeared across her face. She gasped for air, chest heaving. Before she could wipe her mouth, he pushed her back against the pillows, tugging her sweater higher until both tits were bare.
“Break time,” he muttered. Then, without waiting, he bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, tongue circling and teeth grazing.
Shuhua jolted, a shocked whimper spilling out. “Ahhh—no—don’t—” Her hands pressed at his shoulders weakly, but her body betrayed her, her nipple stiffening under his tongue.
He groaned, switching to the other breast, sucking harder, his hand kneading her chest roughly. “God, these are wasted under patches. Fucking perfect tits.”
The cameraman shifted closer, catching every flick of his tongue over her skin, every twitch of her face between disgust and something else.
Shuhua bit her lip, tears streaming, whispering to herself. “Why… why does it feel… strange?”
The sound guy laughed darkly, stroking himself faster. “Because your body knows before your head does, sweetheart.”
And as the director sucked greedily at her tits, precum dripping heavy from his cock still hovering close to her lips, Shuhua realized the most humiliating truth of all—her body was starting to respond.
The director slid her farther down the bed until her ass was right on the edge, legs dangling, trembling, her panties clinging damp to her slit. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them aside, exposing her to the room.
The cameraman gasped softly, zooming in. The red light blinked, recording every quiver of her folds.
“Fuck… so tight. So clean. Fans would kill to see this.”
Shuhua cried out, thighs snapping shut, but the director forced them apart, pinning her knees wide. His fingers pressed against her entrance, slick already. He grinned down at her. “You’re soaking, sweetheart. Don’t you dare say you don’t want this.”
She sobbed, shaking her head, “N-no—I can’t—I’m not—” but her own body betrayed her, juice glistening on his fingertips as he pushed one inside.
The sound guy groaned, stroking his cock. “Look at how she clenches. God, she’s hugging him already.”
Shuhua’s back arched off the mattress, mouth open in a broken cry. The director shoved a second finger in, curling them, showing the camera as her pussy tightened. “Tighter than I imagined. She’s never been used like this.”
He didn’t stop there—his mouth latched onto her tits again, sucking one nipple hard while kneading the other. His tongue dragged up to her collarbone, then her neck, licking her face. Saliva smeared across her cheek. He buried his nose in her hair, then dragged his tongue down to her armpit, lapping at the damp hollow.
“Ahhh! Stop! That’s—ahhh, that’s dirty!” she cried, squirming, but he pinned her harder, fingers pumping faster in her cunt.
The cameraman’s voice was hushed, reverent. “She doesn’t even know how hot she looks right now. Dripping, tits sucked, face red… She’s perfect.”
The director pulled his mouth up to hers, kissing her wetly, shoving his tongue between her lips. She tried to turn away, but he held her chin, licking into her mouth.
“Don’t fight me,” he growled against her lips. “Kiss me back. Show them how real you are.”
Tears streaked her face as she gave in, kissing back desperately, her body jerking as his fingers curled inside her again. She moaned into his mouth, muffled and humiliating, her thighs quivering open for the camera.
The sound guy laughed, pumping his cock. “She’s already ours. Listen to her. Watch her melt.”
The director pulled his fingers out, spreading them to show the slick strings to the lens, then shoved them back inside her. “Say it, Shuhua. Tell us you feel it.”
Shuhua lay sprawled across her own bed, panties pulled aside, the director’s fingers thrusting in and out of her soaked pussy with obscene, wet sounds. Every curl of his knuckles made her hips jerk, thighs trembling. Her sweater was bunched uselessly under her arms, tits bare, glistening from his spit.
He leaned down, lips wrapping around one stiff nipple, sucking until she cried out. Then he lifted his head, mouth shining, and whispered against her chest:
“Pinch them for me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes widened, shaking her head furiously. “N-no—I can’t—”
The cameraman’s lens zoomed right in on her chest, capturing the way her nipples jutted up, begging for touch. The sound guy laughed, stroking himself in the corner. “They’re already hard as fuck. Just do it.”
The director’s fingers curled deep inside her, making her back arch. His thumb pressed her clit, cruel, relentless. “Do it. Pinch your nipples for me.”
Shuhua sobbed, turning her face toward the barking at her bedroom door. “Please… please don’t make me—”
But her body betrayed her, trembling, cunt clenching around his fingers. She gasped, then slowly, shame burning her cheeks, raised shaky hands to her chest.
Her fingertips grazed her stiff nipples, pinching lightly at first. She whimpered.
“Harder,” the director growled, pumping faster inside her. “Show me you know how to play with them.”
She pinched tighter, twisting until she moaned despite herself. Tears spilled, her lips shaking. “It hurts—ahhh—it feels weird—”
He kissed her hard, swallowing the broken sound, his tongue shoving past her lips. When he pulled back, a string of spit connected them. “That’s not pain. That’s your body learning.”
The cameraman muttered, almost reverent. “God, she looks like a fucking goddess like that. Fingers in her pussy, tits in her hands, crying…”
The director licked across her face, down her cheek, tongue dragging to her ear. His free hand grabbed her wrist, forcing her to twist her nipple harder while his fingers drilled into her cunt.
Shuhua gasped, voice breaking in humiliation. “D-director… please… I can’t… I can’t take it—”
“You already are,” he murmured, biting lightly at her nipple before sucking it again. “You’re perfect like this. A star.”
Her thighs quivered open wider, juices dripping down onto the sheets, the sounds of her wetness filling the room. She sobbed, pinching her nipples harder as he fucked her with his fingers, her whole body caught between shame and raw heat.
And the men watching knew—her innocence was collapsing, piece by piece, right in front of their lens.
The sheets were already damp beneath her. Shuhua’s thighs twitched uncontrollably, toes curling, sweat beading on her collarbone. The director’s fingers slid out of her cunt with a wet pop, strings of slick glistening as he held them up to the camera.
“Look at that,” he said low, smug. “Your pussy just came for me. On your own bed.”
Shuhua’s chest heaved, her hands still clutching her tits, nipples sore from pinching. Tears streaked her flushed face as she shook her head weakly. “N-no… I didn’t… I didn’t…”
The cameraman chuckled, lens zooming tight on her swollen folds, glistening and leaking. “Then why’s she dripping like a faucet?”
The sound guy groaned, cock in his fist. “Because she’s been waiting to get fucked.”
The director leaned forward, cock thick and heavy in his hand, rubbing the tip against her folds. Shuhua jolted, trying to close her legs, but he held them apart, pressing the head right at her soaked entrance.
He smirked down at her, voice calm, patronizing. “Are you ready to take this dick, sweetheart?”
Her eyes widened, panic flashing as she bucked against him. “No—please—don’t—”
He pushed just the head inside, stretching her tight walls, making her gasp and cry out, her nails clawing at the sheets.
“It doesn’t sound like no,” he growled, pushing another inch. “Listen to your body. It’s begging for me.”
The director bent low, tongue lapping her nipple again before biting it gently, making her gasp. His cock sank another inch inside, her pussy gripping him desperately.
“You’ll take it,” he whispered against her skin. “All of it. Because this—” he slammed another inch inside, making her scream into his shoulder, “—this is what you were made for.”
The cameraman muttered, nearly out of breath. “Fuck, she looks so good stretched around him.”
The sound guy laughed. “That’s the real idol training right there.”
Shuhua sobbed, shaking her head violently, but her body quivered as the director bottomed out, balls pressed against her ass. He held her there, buried to the hilt, cock twitching inside her, savoring her tightness.
Her voice broke, high and trembling:
“Oppa… please… don’t cum inside me…”
The director kissed her mouth, swallowing her cries, before pulling back just enough to murmur against her lips—
“Then make me want to pull out.”
The director pressed her wrists into the mattress, body heavy over hers, cock buried deep inside her tight heat. Shuhua’s legs trembled where he spread them wide, knees bent against his ribs. Every inch of him filled her, stretching, dragging her walls until she whimpered into his shoulder.
He didn’t rush. He pulled back slow, the thick length glistening in the camera light, then slid forward again, steady, deliberate, bottoming out inside her.
Shuhua cried softly, her face turned away, but he caught her chin and forced her to look at him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Show them how good your first real fuck looks.”
Her lips trembled. “N-no… I don’t—”
He kissed her hard, swallowing the protest, his tongue forcing hers open. Then he pulled back, smirking down at her flushed face. “Stick your tongue out. Let the camera see.”
Tears streaked her cheeks as she obeyed, tongue trembling out between swollen lips.
The sound guy stroked himself harder. “Look at those tits bounce.”
The director leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth while driving his hips slowly, every thrust stretching her deeper. Shuhua whimpered, eyes squeezed shut, then forced them open again as his hand guided hers to her chest.
“Pinch them for me while I fuck you,” he whispered against her skin.
Her fingers trembled as she obeyed, squeezing her own tits, tugging at the stiff peaks while his cock slid in and out of her.
The bed creaked with every thrust, sweat dripping from his temple onto her chest.
Shuhua’s voice cracked, humiliated, broken. “It’s too much… too deep—ahhh—”
He kissed her again, biting her bottom lip. “Say you love it. Say you love how I’m stretching you.”
She sobbed, arching beneath him as her body betrayed her, her pussy tightening, clenching around him. Her lips opened against his, voice muffled and shaking.
“I… I love it…”
The cameraman cursed, zooming on the point where their bodies joined, her pussy slick and swollen around his cock.
The director groaned, hips grinding slower, savoring. “That’s it, sweetheart. Stick your tongue out again. Show them you’re mine.”
And she did—tongue out, tits in her hands, tears streaming down her flushed face—as he fucked her missionary, steady, relentless, turning her bed into proof of her corruption.
The cameraman and sound guy were restless now, cocks hard in their hands, circling closer. One of them muttered, “Boss, give us a taste. Let her mouth warm us up while you work that pussy.”
The director only smirked, never pulling out of her. “Not yet. She’s mine right now.” His voice carried finality, the kind that made the other two groan in frustration but keep filming, stroking, waiting.
Shuhua gasped in relief when he finally withdrew, her cunt twitching and leaking, thinking maybe it was over. But then he rolled her onto her side, tugging her leg up over his thigh, spooning her from behind. His cock pressed back into her soaked slit, sliding easily, filling her again with one slow thrust.
She cried out, clutching the sheets. “No—no more—I can’t—”
He wrapped his arm around her chest, palm covering her tits, squeezing them roughly, pinching both nipples at once. His other arm slid under her head, locking her in place against his chest.
“You’ll take more,” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot. “This way the camera can see your face while I fuck you.”
The lens zoomed in, catching her tear-streaked cheeks, her bitten lip trembling as his hips rocked against her ass, sliding his cock deep inside her with every lazy grind.
The sound guy groaned, stroking faster. “Holy fuck… look at her tits bulge in his hand. Like she was made for that grip.”
The cameraman muttered, “And the way she squirms. Goddamn.”
Shuhua whimpered, voice breaking. “It’s too close… you’re holding me too close…”
The director kissed her temple, her jaw, then her lips from the side, grinding deeper. “That’s the point. Feels like you’re my girl right now, doesn’t it?”
She shook her head, sobbing. “I’m not—I’m not—”
But her pussy betrayed her, clenching hard around him, juices smearing down his cock.
He groaned, biting her shoulder, then pulling back to lick the wet mark. “Your body says otherwise.”
The camera caught everything—her face pressed against the pillow, tears streaming, tits squeezed in his hand, his cock stretching her from behind in slow, sensual thrusts that looked more like a lover’s rhythm than a violation.
Shuhua sobbed louder, the humiliation sharper for it. “Don’t—don’t fuck me like you love me—”
The director chuckled low, hips grinding, kissing her cheek again. “That’s exactly why it feels so good.”
The room was hot with sweat and camera light, the dogs still barking faintly beyond the door, ignored. Shuhua lay spooned against the director’s chest, his cock buried deep inside her, every grind slow and deliberate. The cameraman crouched close, lens tight on her face—her damp hair stuck to her cheeks, lips swollen, eyes glassy with tears.
The director kissed her temple, almost tender. His voice was low, husky, like a lover’s.
“You feel too good, sweetheart. I should just stay in here and fill you up.”
Her eyes widened, panic flooding back. She gasped, shaking her head, her voice trembling.
“N-no—please, not inside—I can’t—”
He nipped her ear, whispering. “Why not? Isn’t that what a man does to his woman?”
Shuhua sobbed, clutching his arm tight across her chest, voice breaking into desperate pleas.
“Please… I’ll do anything else. I’ll suck you better—I’ll… I’ll let you film me more—just don’t cum inside. Please.”
The cameraman whispered, “Goddamn. Listen to her beg.”
The director chuckled darkly, hips grinding deeper, his cock stretching her walls. “Maybe I’ll let you prove it. Show me something better than my cum in your pussy.”
He pulled out suddenly, her cunt clenching on nothing, leaving her dripping and gasping. He sat back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, cock glistening with her slick. His voice carried the weight of command without needing to say it outright.
“Climb on.”
Her legs shook as she moved, straddling him. His cock pressed up against her slit again, hot and heavy. He guided her hips down, impaling her slowly until she whimpered, trembling, her thighs spreading wider to take him all the way in.
“Good girl,” he whispered, hands gripping her waist. “Now show me.”
Shuhua’s hands pressed against his chest for balance as she began to move, hips rolling tentatively, then bouncing as he guided her faster. Her tits bounced too, catching the light, nipples red and sore.
The cameraman zoomed in on her face, her lips parted, sweat dripping down her neck as she gasped.
She shook her head weakly, whispering between broken moans.
“Don’t cum inside me… don’t… I’ll do better, I promise, I’ll—ahhh—”
The director pulled her down, locking her into a deep kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth while she rode him. When he pulled back, spit strung between their lips, his grin was wicked.
“You’ll do better in lotus, sweetheart. Wrap those legs around me. Let’s see if you can.”
Shuhua sat locked in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried deep inside her as she trembled. Sweat dripped down her collarbone, her tits brushing against his chest with every tiny motion. The camera was close enough to catch the spit at the corner of her lips, the tears clinging to her lashes, the way her body clung to him like a lover.
She was panting, voice shaking, but her words were clear:
“This… this is molestation… y-you know that…”
The director kissed her neck, his voice soft, tender even, while his hips rocked into her. “Call it whatever you want, sweetheart. The camera doesn’t see crime. The camera only sees magic.”
Her thighs tightened around him. She forced herself to roll her hips slower, then faster, finding a rhythm. Her arms looped around his neck, her tongue flicking out in a show of aegyo as she looked past his shoulder—straight into the lens.
“Oppa~” she cooed weakly, her face cracked with tears but her voice playing sweet. “Am I doing good? Am I your good girl?”
The cameraman groaned audibly. “Holy fuck… she’s performing. She’s… god, she’s still an idol even like this.”
The sound guy hissed, jerking faster. “She’s making me believe it. Fucking hell.”
Shuhua forced a broken smile, bouncing on his cock, her tits lifting and falling. She pinched her own nipples again for the lens, moaning louder than she felt, her words dripping from her mouth like honey and poison.
“Do you… like how I ride you, oppa? I-I can look cute while I cry, right? That’s what you want… isn’t it?”
The director kissed her mouth hard, swallowing her words, his groan deep. “That’s exactly it. That’s what makes you perfect.”
His hips bucked, losing rhythm. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her down harder onto his cock. Shuhua gasped, panic flaring in her eyes.
“No—no, you promised—you said you wouldn’t—”
But he kissed her again, his voice breaking between thrusts like a lover’s confession.
“Goddamn it, sweetheart, this is your fault. You made me cum harder than I ever have.”
Her eyes widened, tears spilling as she felt him pulse inside her, warmth spilling deep into her cunt. She sobbed, pushing at his chest weakly, but he held her tight, groaning into her ear.
“This isn’t me, Shuhua. This is you. The way you ride, the way you smile through tears—fuck—it made me lose control. You made me.”
The camera zoomed in on her face—shame, tears, humiliation. But her body still clung to him, quivering, as his cum leaked inside her.
And the director whispered like a lover, even as he left her broken:
“You’ll always make me.”
The director never pulled out. His cock stayed inside her, twitching, still hard despite the flood of cum already leaking out of her. Shuhua whimpered as he rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, ignoring her trembling hands trying to cover herself.
“No—no, stop—” she gasped, panic breaking her voice. “You already—already finished—please—”
He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, lining himself up again. His cock slid back into her cum-slick pussy with an obscene squelch, and she screamed.
“Oppa, no! Please, not again—there’s already too much inside me!”
Her voice cracked into sobs, raw and hopeless. The cameraman groaned, lens zooming on the mess between her thighs. “Fuck, it’s pouring out around him. She’s already filled.”
The sound guy hissed, stroking furiously. “He’s giving her seconds—goddamn, look at her stomach twitch.”
The director bent down, kissing her hard, muffling her cries as he started to thrust rougher, faster, the bed creaking under them. His words were lover-sweet, his pace merciless.
“You’re mine, Shuhua. I don’t care how much you beg—your pussy is still hugging me like it wants more.”
She sobbed, eyes squeezed shut, shaking her head violently. “No, I don’t! I don’t want it—I hate you—I hate this—help me, someone please—”
But her body betrayed her, quivering, slick soaking the sheets. Each hard thrust made her breasts bounce, nipples stiff, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks.
The cameraman whispered reverently, “She’s breaking. God, this is the realest thing I’ve ever filmed.”
Shuhua cursed, her words shattering between sobs and thrusts.
“Fuck you—ahhh—fuck—you’re ruining me—ahhh—please, someone help me—”
The director groaned, his pace erratic now, balls slapping against her ass as he buried himself to the hilt over and over. “This is what you were made for. To take every drop.”
Her back arched, her body shaking violently beneath him as he finally growled low, spilling again inside her, pumping her full with a second hot wave of cum.
Shuhua screamed, thrashing weakly under him, tears streaming. “No! No more—I can’t—I can’t—”
But he kissed her again, holding her down, grinding his cock deep into her overflowing cunt as his seed leaked around their joined bodies, smearing the sheets.
And when he pulled back just enough to speak, his words were soft, intimate, devastating.
“Sweetheart… I’m never pulling out of you again.”
Shuhua lay limp beneath him, her body trembling, sweat mixing with tears as her pussy dripped cum across the sheets. The room smelled of sex—thick, musky, humiliating. The director’s cock was still inside her, and when he began to move again, her lips parted, but no sound came out.
She had screamed herself raw.
Now she cried in silence, her chest shuddering with every thrust as he used her body for the third time.
Her head turned to the side, cheek pressed against the damp pillow, eyes squeezed shut. When he leaned down to kiss her, she turned away, lips trembling in refusal. He chuckled, biting her neck softly, whispering in that low, lover-like voice.
“Don’t fight me, sweetheart. You’re perfect when you give in.”
His cock pulsed inside her, rutting harder, using her limp frame like she was a toy. Her body still betrayed her, soft moans slipping past her bitten lip even as tears streamed.
When he kissed her again, pressing his mouth over hers, she resisted weakly—but then melted, lips opening, kissing him back with sobs caught between them.
The cameraman whispered in awe, zooming in close. “She looks like she’s in love. Broken, crying, but in love.”
The sound guy groaned, pumping his cock. “Fuck. She’s not even screaming anymore. Just letting him.”
The director grunted low, pushing deeper, faster, until his body stiffened. With a guttural moan, he came again, cock throbbing inside her, his seed spilling hot and heavy, soaking her womb a third time.
Shuhua’s silent tears streaked down her face as he groaned against her neck, kissing her sweaty skin. “God, I’ll never get enough of you.”
The crew, impatient now, surrounded the bed. One muttered, “Our turn, boss.”
The director shook his head, still grinding inside Shuhua’s sore cunt. “No one fucks her but me.”
Disappointment rippled through them, but then he smirked. “If you want release—do it on her. Make her a canvas.”
The cameraman was first, cock aimed at her flushed face. Shuhua barely flinched when hot cum splattered across her cheek, dripping into her hair. The sound guy grunted, jerking over her tits, ropes landing across her chest and collarbone. Another painted her stomach.
She whimpered, weak hands twitching, but didn’t move. Cum streaked her skin, cooling sticky against her flushed body, humiliation piling onto her broken silence.
The director stroked her cheek with mock tenderness, smearing another man’s cum across her face. “Beautiful. A real idol’s glow.”
When it was over, the men dressed, chatting casually as though nothing had happened. Equipment packed, lights dimmed. The camera was pulled last, its red light finally going dark.
The director leaned close one last time, voice a whisper in her ear, dripping with menace.
“You report any of this… and your video goes out. Goodbye idol dreams.”
Then he kissed her cheek, stood, and walked out.
The door closed behind them, leaving her naked, covered in cum, alone in the silence of her own ruined bedroom.
And finally, Shuhua let herself sob aloud, her broken voice echoing against the walls that once felt safe.
we met because you didn't understand the language | m. verstappen ✯ 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨
max verstappen x fem! ex kpop idol! reader
faceclaim: seo soojin*
summary: max moves out of monaco after breaking up with kelly and goes to a new destination where he would meet an ex (not so ex anymore) idol that would changed his life.
a/n: hi. my first language is spanish, not english, so there are most likely spelling errors. if you like it, please tell me so i can keep writing things like this.
warnings: use of the translator for the korean, mention of j*s verstappen (cause that man needs a warning himself).
originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws
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maxverstappen1: goodbye monaco you have such nice moments on my mind. i'll see you again at the monaco grand prix.
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charlesleclerc: bon voyage mate! 👋
↳ maxverstappen1: thanks charles
↳ username: LESTAPPEN!!
↳ charlesleclerc: no.
↳ maxverstappen1: no.
username: 'goodbye monaco' he's leaving?
↳ username: seems like it
↳ username: i would leave too if i had too much memories with my ex girlfriend there
danielricciardo: i can't believe I had to found out this way man 😑
↳ danielricciardo: just wherever you're going don't die there
↳ christianhorner: be safe, you still have a contract till 2028, max
username1: @/christianhorner you should not remind your son he still has a contract. 🤷
↳ username: max is not horner's son
↳ username: i know but horner seems more like a dad to max that j*s
landonorris: see you soon mate 🙂
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yourusername: 또 만나 네요 :) we meet again :)
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username: y/n!!!!
yourfriend: 괜찮아서 다행이야 glad to see you're okay
username: MOTHER IS BACK!!!
username: we missed youu 😭😭
username: she looks beautiful
username: does this mean she will debut again?
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↳ username: i don't think so
↳ username: yeah i think that in korea her scandal still is something bad
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maxverstappen1: hello japan, i hope you have good intentions with me.
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username: JAPAN⁉️
username: does he even know japanese?? 🤔
danielricciardo: amazing pic man!
↳ maxverstappen1: i'll thank the photographer
↳ username: EXCUSE ME??
↳ username: HE'S NOT ALONE??
↳ username: perhaps he met someone fron there
username: that looks like the chill part of tokyo
↳ username: nah it looks more like nagoya
↳ username: hold on where's nagoya??
↳ username: it's like hour and a half away from the suzuka circuit
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yourusername: new city, new me
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username: am i crazy or is the 3rd pic the same one max verstappen recently posted???
↳ username: who?
↳ username: a formula one redbull driver
username: mother and that vroom vroom guy 🤔
↳ username: NO.
↳ username: am i the only who kinda ships them? 🤨🤭
↳ username: probably yes
username: em1lian like max emilian verstappen??
↳ username: you right now:
a/n 1: I FINALLY GOT TO POST THIS! (honestly i forgot it was on my drafts). I used the woman who pulled me into kpop CAUSE SHE'S ICONIC AND SOOO MOTHER!! Her name is SEO SOOJIN, right now she's a soloist (she used to be on a girl group), she has a beautiful voice and she's an amazing dancer. If you like go check her out on Spotify or wherever you want.
That's all thanks for reading :) likes, reblogs and comments are always apreciated <3
School rivalries can get fierce, but none as fierce as this one.
It's been drilled in since the very first day, no matter what class you were in. From math tournaments to football games, these schools live and die by their standing. If one of them wins, the entire school wins. If they lose, then the school loses with them.
The fun in this rivalry has long since been drained from the system, replaced with spiteful desperation and a toxic desire. The sort of thing that has spilt well beyond the competition hall or the sports field, so much so that local authorities have had to step in for the safety and peace of mind of the students who might've gotten hurt in the chaos.
Needless to say, no individual is really to blame—or maybe all of them are.
You're coming off the back of a crushing victory at the start of this year's Summer Cup, bringing home an early advantage that, to you at least, has meant you could finally take a breath of fresh air, relax, and support your school the rest of the way. You had been chosen for the bits of media coverage (some of this actually makes national TV) such as the post-game interview spots, something not particularly fun, but something that gives you a chance to enjoy the win and rub it in the face of the rivals. Meaning that you were late to the ice bath and the shower and you're now walking through the corridor alone, while everyone is outside awaiting the next game.
Everyone except her.
There's a girl, wearing an outfit in the colours of your rival. Her yellow (really short) shorts, and white top, rolled up to just below her bust.
"You're in the wrong place," you call out as she walks closer, but she says nothing and gives a casual side-eye as she tries to walk on by. This pisses you off, so you move to block her. "I said you're in the wrong fucking place."
"Funny," she replies through that contemptuous smirk is there. She doesn't even try to mask it. "Since you're the one that's in my way. Get lost."
"See that?" You point to the wall, to the crest of your school. "This is our building. You aren't supposed to be here. What? Can't you read?"
The girl, having fully shifted her attention to you at this point, folds her arms beneath her chest. "Oh, grow up. It's an athletics competition. This is an athletics centre. You can take your tribalism elsewhere, bud."
The nickname and condescending tone, the absolute nonchalance that this girl seems to be able to project when speaking to you...it does something. It sends a twitch through your fists. "My tribalism? You're the one sporting your colours in our building."
The girl makes a brief, sarcastic sound. "I hate you all the same, but that doesn't mean you can deny me using the toilet in here. Move."
"Why don't you walk your pretentious arse back out the door where you came from, find the one next door and use it instead? Just seems like some foolish excuse to come in here and sabotage us, you people have a track record of this shit."
"Yeah, or," she responds, giving the most fake smile, before taking a step forward into your space. "Maybe I really need to use a toilet. Ever consider that, smart guy?"
This close, you can really take a good look at her. From her petite and lithe, athletic figure, to her soft skin, and messy ponytail. Her demeanour, too, along with her hazelnut eyes and pouting lips. It takes a moment, but soon, you recognise her. This is Shuhua. Maybe the most vocal of your rivals. Known for her antagonistic behaviour, her temper, her endless mocking and recently her frustration with always coming second.
"I know you."
"Congratu-fucking-lations, now step aside unless you want me to piss down your leg."
You grit your teeth at her crude words, "Toilet huh? Okay. Use it, but I'm escorting you there and then back out of the building. I don't trust you as far as I can throw you."
"I don't know, I'm a pretty skinny girl and you're a strong guy, maybe you could throw me pretty far..." Shuhua says as she steps past you. "You can wait by the door, fucking pervert."
You roll your eyes but don't dignify the insult with a response. Instead, you make sure to walk closely by her side and lead her to the ladies toilet. "You've got five minutes."
"Oh no. So scared," she drones before you swing the door open for her. She's about to step in when she stalls and glances up at you. "Sure you trust me? What if I... Oh, what if I leave the tap running and waste your water? How's that for sabotage?" Shuhua absolutely drenches her words in sarcasm.
You pull the door closed, forcing her to step inside without waiting for a reply. Once more, your fist twitches at the annoyance.
A couple of minutes pass before the door finally swings open and you watch as the girl saunters back out with a self-satisfied smirk. "There, that wasn't so hard, now was it? Want to come in and check the taps?"
That, funnily enough, does make you laugh, if a little humourlessly. "Don't you ever get sick of yourself? Actually, scratch that, that was stupid to ask, of course not," you mutter. "You know, I almost feel sorry for your school. Having to deal with you must be a real fucking burden. Hey, what's that they say, one bad apple and all that."
"Ugh, the fucking ego," Shuhua shakes her head as if she can't believe the nonsense. "You're even worse in person." She sighs and gestures in a bid for you to lead the way back towards the exit.
"Sounds like jealousy to me," you retort and start walking, and she follows behind. "Doesn't feel great, does it?"
You don't have to look, her exasperated scoff speaks volumes. "Wow. Is this really what your school thinks? Of course, it is, why would I ever have thought differently. You are all so fucking alike. All stuck in this same, boring headspace. And for the record, no, it isn't 'jealousy'. There is no jealousy here because I, unlike you, can pull my head out of my arse."
She's nothing if not stubborn, and while you know she's trying to get a rise out of you, you bite, "You're all the same at that fucking school, this is who they raised. Vocal, obnoxious, bitter. Too much time caring about how you look rather than results—"
A door slams behind you. You turn. The door to the locker room. Shuhua has disappeared.
You rush into the door, throwing it open. Empty, or so it seems, but she has to be in here somewhere. You walk down the left row of lockers, taking slow, quiet steps. Listening, hoping to hear the smallest bit of movement. The crunch of feet, a giggle, the slight jangle of coins.
Nothing.
You're approaching the end of the row of lockers and nothing so far. You get right up against the corner, readying to quickly round it when you think you hear a small breath from just the other side.
Three, two, one, and you launch yourself around the corner.
Shuhua is right there, waiting, she grabs you by the shoulders and pins you against the lockers with a crash, before smiling sweetly.
"What the fuck are you doing—"
You're immediately hushed by the feeling of something soft pressed against your lips, followed by the press of a hand against your groin and a thigh, nestled right between yours.
It takes a moment. You're not quite sure how to process this. It's instinct more than anything that makes your hands come to grasp and clutch Shuhua's ass firmly. She grins and lets out an approving hum, slipping her tongue in while squeezing harder against your groin and getting another equally pleasurable response of you tightening your grip on her.
There's a few moments of this, kissing, back against the lockers, Shuhua against your chest. Then, your tongue meets hers, and she lets a soft moan into your mouth. A moment of weakness that allows you to shove her backwards against the wall with a thump. It takes less than a moment and you're both back at it again, clawing away at each other. Your body presses her into the wall, lips parting before briefly, quickly reconnecting. Shuhua doesn't resist, and not long after, you've parted the kiss, she's moved her lips to your neck and you're running a hand down her thigh.
"What the fuck are you doing?" you growl into her ear as your fingertips approach the edge of those frustratingly short shorts. "Did your little brain figure out you can't win these events so you have to find other ways to know what winning feels like? If you can't beat them, fuck them?"
The girl pulls herself from your neck and takes a fist full of your hair. "You piece of shit," she seethes. "Like you aren't desperate for this pussy."
You aggressively push your hand up under her shorts and she squeaks as you clutch the flesh of her ass in a tight grip. You pull her and she raises a leg around you. "This pussy? You have got to be kidding me. Have you seen the cheerleaders at our school?"
She uses her legs to push you aside, forcing you to swap positions with her. She has you against the wall now, and her hand has dipped down the front of your shorts. She's grinning, groping you in a tight, frustratingly wonderful, fist. "Bunch of bimbos who fall to their knees as soon as you turn on the charm."
"I didn't even have to turn on the charm for you. What does that say about you?"
She takes a firmer grip on your length and a loud groan escapes from deep within you. Shuhua can't help herself, her lips quirking into that insufferable smirk, her eyes shining. "It says that you couldn't take your eyes off my ass the entire walk down that corridor, you fucking animal. You were practically salivating. Just like you're doing now."
She uses her free hand to swipe her thumb against the corner of your mouth.
"Pretty sure that's yours," you tell her before you slide your hands up her exposed sides and slip your fingers under her shirt, pulling it up and she quickly raises her free arm so you can slip it over it and over her head, leaving it around the arm still buried into your trousers.
There she is, bra and tits on show and being fucking annoyingly hot.
Even if she doesn't stop you from undressing her, she still berates you for it, "Look at you, can't wait to touch them, can you. Are you really that simple? See a pair of tits and you get hornier than a fucking dog in heat?"
"So says the girl who can't get her hand off my cock," you reply, hand slipping beneath her bra and your fingers closing around her nipple.
She raises an eyebrow and looks down at her chest, "Did I say you could touch me there?"
"So now we're talking consent, Miss 'Grab-cock-ask-questions-later'?" you snarl, fingers rolling the nipple in between them. "A bit late, don't you think?"
Shuhua's really stroking you now, even with limited space inside your shorts, she's able to use her thumb to circle around your sensitive tip with each jerk. "Yeah, well. I didn't sign up to get molested by a dickhead like you."
"Right back at you."
Shuhua laughs a little then cracks a wicked smile, one that is as seductive as it is contemptuous. The girl shrugs, reaches a hand behind her and unclasps her bra. She takes her hand out of your shorts and lets it fall off with her shirt. Bare little tits with stiff nipples stare at you—and you stare back. "Never seen a pair before? Or just not a pair on a girl as hot as me?"
"I've seen better."
"Yeah, sure you have sweetie." Shuhua tugs at the waist of your shorts and underwear until she pushes them down to your knees. "You know..." she starts as her gaze drops down to your aching shaft. "There's a rumour at our school that all the guys in your school are decidedly average down there, and are real bad at using them," she looks you in the eye with an eager smile, biting her lip.
"Want to know what they say about girls at your school?" You grab a hand full of her tit in a tight grasp and squeeze her flesh firmly, eliciting a sharp gasp. "They say all the girls are sluts but are fucking terrible at giving head. Funny, since all you seem to do is run your mouth." You push her back until it's your turn to have her pinned against the lockers. "Here, I'll show you how you can put that mouth to better use."
Pushing down on her shoulders, you guide her to her knees. "Hey, I never said that I—" You jerk your hips and you hit her on the cheek with your length. "The fuck?"
"You've been licking your lips since you pulled my shorts down. Stop pretending this isn't what you wanted." You rub yourself against her cheek.
"I should tear this ugly cock right off," Shuhua says as she wraps her fingers around the base of it. Then, before you have time to register it, her mouth is already on you, engulfing your head. The sudden wetness around your most delicate part, her tongue dancing along it, the suction her mouth produces; it's hard to comprehend all of it. What she says and what her mouth is doing contradict one another.
Then her head begins to bob, her lips firmly wrapped around your cock. As she sucks, she simultaneously strokes it, making sure no bit of you remains unserviced. It doesn't take long for her to build a tempo, and it doesn't take long for you to want more.
Your hand locks around her ponytail and she shivers when you pull at it. She glares at you but doesn't complain and continues working your length. Her mouth feels absolutely exquisite—warm, wet, and tight. With every stroke, the desire to be buried inside her gets stronger. You groan, moving her faster on your shaft.
"Rip it off, huh? Look at you sucking me off like the needy little whore you are. Just look at you."
Shuhua moans into you and she keeps on sucking. The vibrations the noise creates are an absolute pleasure. Your hips buck and the motion takes the girl by surprise, who immediately gags as you hit the back of her mouth. She immediately goes to draw back but the hand locked onto her ponytail refuses her release.
"Where the hell do you think you're going," you force your hips forward.
And you're off. You begin facefucking this annoying girl, who struggles and chokes every time you go balls-deep into her mouth. Still, not once does she try to push your hips, or her teeth to bite. Not once does her head make any gesture to signal that she actually wants you to stop, or even ease off. It seems she's determined to prove that she's not only better than all your cheerleaders, or your classmates, but she's also determined to prove that she's capable of taking everything you give, and all without needing to ask for respite.
"You're so much prettier when you aren't talking," you taunt her.
As a response, she stabs her nails into your ass. Hard. The pain makes you roar, both in surprise and anger. Shuhua simply responds by sucking you harder.
As fun as this is, the urge to ravage her more is still incredibly high, even if that means pulling out of the confines of the girl's sinful mouth. You give it a good couple of minutes before you finally relent and let her go. You pull your hips back and Shuhua instantly coughs, splutters and falls backwards onto her rear.
"The fuck do you think you're doing? I'm not done with that. Get it back here." She spits those words at you angrily, looking almost disgusted, with spit drooling down her chin and coating her lips.
You look at her, hunched over the floor, panting, in only her little yellow shorts. Looking more beautiful and desirable than you ever remember her doing on camera or out on the track. You fall on your knees in front of her and push your hand into her shorts, causing her breath to hitch and her pupils to dilate.
"Well aren't you eager?" she hums, letting out a husky purr as your fingertips tease the delicate lips of her entrance. "What's up, couldn't take any more of my mouth? We're you going to cum so quickly? I know you've never had anyone quite like me before."
"Not even close to cumming," you sneer. "In fact, let's get one thing clear. I don't have standards as low as the boys in your school, I don't just cum at the sight of some tits and the feel of your trashy mouth." Your finger slips past her lips and a surprised moan escapes her throat. "God you're fucking soaked."
"Trashy?" she scoffs and slowly rolls her body in response to your intruding digit. "Should have seen your face with my lips around you, you fucking adored it, dickhead. If you want disappointment, try being in my shoes. This pathetic excuse for fingering? It's like when I did it for the first time."
"Yeah?" You drive a second finger into her and curl your fingers as you begin to stand, forcing her to follow you to her feet. You push your body against hers, pinning her to the locker, squishing those tits against you.
She lets out a taunting, "Yeah" this time, huskily, while arching her back a little, raising those beautiful breasts. "And my first time was real bad. I couldn't even make myself cum. Maybe we do have something in common." While she's talking, you're using your other hand to free her shorts and panties from her hips, sliding them over that juicy ass that you press against the cold metal locker. "I doubt you have ever made a girl c—"
You move fast and hard. Your fingers curled into her cunt, palm pressed against her clit, thrusting into her, and your eyes fall right onto hers, piercing, right into her soul. Her eyes widen with shock and then quickly darken and roll back. Those sweet, vicious lips of hers open as her mind is stunned into silence and her face contorts in pleasure. "Cute," you smirk, speeding up.
"I—I'm fine. You—" You push your other hand against her neck and you lean right against her ear.
"Shut your pretty mouth," you growl, you thrust your fingers deeper. Shuhua can't control the shocks of her own pleasure as she grows limp, her eyes rolling back, her moans coming out uncontrollably and rapidly. Her pussy is quivering, pulsing, you can feel her orgasm growing inside.
You push closer and kiss her as the muscles in her lower belly spasm, and she trembles as her cunt clamps down on your fingers. Shuhua pulls and scrapes her fingers along your skin. "Fucking god, fuck," the girl tries to continue to speak, but she is in total ecstasy. You drink the words directly from her mouth.
When you pull away, her body falls away from the locker, but you hold her tightly and dip a hand right under the curve of her ass, keeping her standing. You smirk triumphantly. "Who can't make you cum, bitch?" you tease her.
"Fuck you," Shuhua mumbles into your ear.
"Oh, you will." You shuffle across the room, finding the nearest bench and falling back onto it, pulling Shuhua onto you. "This is all you're good for, I bet." You pull your shirt over your head and then Shuhua throws herself against your naked body. Her tits press against your bare chest, and your stiff cock is trapped between your stomachs.
"We'll see," she breathes, running a hand into your hair and yanking at the locks as she pulls herself upright.
Your lips meet hers, a passionate and desperate union as the need to be in her consumes your every fibre. Tongues dance and your hands explore one another's bodies. Groping, stroking, touching, squeezing, grinding. When the kiss ends, she leans her forehead against yours, her eyes lidded.
"I hate you," you growl into the space in front of her.
"You too," she says, hoisting her hips up over your cock. With a mischievous and playful look in her eye, she furrows her eyebrows. "But you won't when this is over. You're gonna fucking worship me."
Before you can think to retort, she sinks herself onto you and, after what feels like a torturously long series of minutes of teasing and waiting, your bodies finally unite. Her inner walls are unbelievably hot and wet, squeezing down around you as if desperate for you to remain buried within her. Shuhua makes no attempts to hide her expression, her head rolls back and her teeth press down on her lip to conceal an enchanting whine. Her breasts press firmly into your hands as you hastily reach to cup them.
It doesn't take long at all for the pair of you to adjust, and you begin to pump your hips beneath hers. She's fucking down onto you too and it's a mess, there's no rhythm, two different bodies fighting to control a single movement, all the while searching desperately for the best result. You're on different wavelengths, and it's glorious, the chaos is addictive. It's raw fucking, and it's fucking amazing.
As frustrating and confusing as it is, nothing in the world feels better right now. Your chest heaving with every desperate gasp as she grinds onto you and around you, her lust-filled gaze still struggling to fight away your shared frustrations, it's raw and incredible.
"Oh God, right there." Shuhua squeezes her eyes shut and buries her forehead into the crook of your neck, her body shuddering and tensing with every push you make into her. Her pace on you is irregular, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. But as her orgasm grows inside of her, she sinks harder and deeper down upon you, taking you as deep as she possibly can and as often as you will give it to her.
"Bad at using it, am I?" you jest with a strained voice, slapping her ass hard as the impact causes it to ripple. "So bad that you're cumming already?"
"Tch." She goes to speak, to say something witty and defiant, but the sensation hits and her eyelids flutter, she twitches and lets out a shuddering moan as another climax hits her, "Ah fuck. God." Her nails dig into the skin of your chest, hard, painful enough that you hiss. "I'm doing all the work here."
"As you should be. Getting the privilege to ride my cock, the least you could do is break a sweat," you tell her.
She opens her eyes to flash you a glare and she slams her body down on your hips a bit faster. "You just know— that you couldn't— fuck as good as me."
Shuhua rides you mercilessly, completely lost in her desire to get herself off again. You enjoy the way her tits bounce and the way you can freely land a series of spanks on her bouncing ass.
"Guess that makes me more of a winner than you'll ever be." She tries to bite her lip, to hide it, but the pleasure that shines through her features is impossible to miss. She cums again, harder, no doubt about it.
This time, when the climactic orgasm subsides, she fights against her exhaustion with ragged, heavy breaths. You can see her lips twitch. Words escape her, so instead, she focuses on attempting to ride your cock even more mercilessly, just like earlier.
"Looks like you're all spent," you continue and push a hand onto her hip, steadying her before shoving her aside and away, pulling out. Shuhua topples and stumbles onto the floor, with her hands on the bench, breathing heavily. She's bent over the bench and her back glistens with a thin layer of sweat, her ass up in the air. Her body trembles with anticipation.
You don't hesitate. Not for a single second.
Before Shuhua can so much as open her mouth, you're behind her, your hands on her hips, her skin slick.
"Here's your loser's prize," you tell her as you slide back home, back inside her, feeling yourself plunged so deeply. Her thick ass presses against your hips and you spread it to push in deeper. You take in the beautiful view of her well-toned, petite back. The outline of every muscle stretches and flexes as she claws desperately at the benches as her pleasure is recharged, and restored, as though the fire is reignited with your touch. She lets out a soft little hiss, the briefest hint of displeasure that's quickly overcome by her passion for the raw sensation of sex. She relishes your presence and your length, and as she relaxes once more, she allows herself to sink into the rhythm of the rut.
You fuck her, taking pleasure in the way her body pushes back against yours, your balls slapping against her, and the obscene wet noises as you take her from behind. It's a dizzying crescendo, a desire so great that it cannot possibly be contained. To both yourself and Shuhua, desire cannot be denied, for you to cum inside her.
All you have left now is to pound the life out of this smug bitch's tight cunt, one hard, sharp, aggressive thrust after the other.
"Finally—" You raise a hand and bring it down upon the cheek of her arse. Hard, harsh, jiggling. The skin flushes and burns an angry red. She squeals in delight, she arches her body up as she takes the rough fucking. "Finally something useful has come out of your fucking school. One good pussy, just for me." Another slap. Another cry.
"Making me cum, is all you're good for. Just a cock," she spits back as her body shakes and bucks back onto your hardness, "One good fuck, just for me."
Shuhua straight-up shrieks when you wrap a fist up in her ponytail and yank her backwards, arching her spine. She cums again like this, and the hot rush of pleasure sends you spiralling off the edge yourself. It is utterly satisfying, the burning in your loins, and the immense pleasure that follows as your dick unloads in powerful spurt after powerful spurt. All of the tension evaporates, and all the negativity flows away as you find absolute pleasure. Shuhua takes what you give to her and it's absolute bliss.
For the longest moment, there's nothing but moans and grunts as you cum together before you let her collapse against the bench and you fall over her. Shuhua heaves beneath you, your warm fluids slowly leaking out around your exhausted cock. You suck in deep, gulping lungfuls of air as you grind out the final dying sparks of a well and truly mind-numbing orgasm.
"Still feel the same way about me now?" you groan. Your cock slips out, followed by a mixture of your combined orgasmic release.
Her head lifts. Hazel eyes focus and then fixate on yours. She almost manages to mask the grin, but she can't help it. Shuhua bites her bottom lip and glances at the space where, moments ago, your body had been conjoined.
"I still hate you. Don't think this means I'm suddenly a fangirl."
"Of course not, it's in your DNA to hate me. Just like how the sight of you still makes me sick." You place a kiss against the top of her spine and savour the brief hum of approval she gives.
"Uh-huh." Shuhua laughs. "Shame you couldn't last a little longer... I was just about to let you fuck my virgin ass." She lays her forehead against the cool wood of the bench, and you rest your head between her shoulder blades. "I guess my pussy is just too much for you."
"Or maybe," you hiss into her ear. "Maybe I'm saving that for the next time I catch your obnoxious ass around here."
ᅠᅠ ೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 사랑 𑣲 you give them flowers⠀ᰋ .ᐟ 𝑔𝓃! reader ★ 𝗰𝘄. none 𝐢𝐢 ♡ 𝖮𝟧𝟨𝟤
🪷 ୧ ꒰ ﹒fluffy , angst on moka's part, can be read as both platonic and romantic, short scenarios for each of them ﹒ ꒱ 𝐢 𝑡ags ⋮ ✶⋆ 𝒇iles
SANA who got caught by surprise when she saw the flowers on her door. it wasn't something unusual to receive those as a celebrity—after all fans gave her every kind of gifts—but those weren't from a fan. they were from you. at least she was sure the messy hand writing from someone who decided to include a little note to the flowers before leaving them. the next time you visited her? the flowers were inside her bedroom, by the window, happily flourishing just like your relationship.
MOKA wouldn't have expected the flowers. not at all. the kinds of stuff people gave her were little keyrings, sylvanian dolls and all kinds of little objects moka could collect. flowers weren't one of them. sure, a fan or another gave it to her but these were from a close person. from you. and that made it all more special. she would never admit it, but she had actually cried at night staring at the flowers—even feeling a bit guilty as you mentioned her hiatus and how you wished her a good recovery.
KARINA thought it was just a prank at first, that you were messing around with her and not really being serious. but as she picked up the flowers from her doorframe and brought them inside, she saw the little note you left her—something alongside the lines 'thank you for being my bandmate <3' with a little heart on it. she really wasn't expecting that, and she couldn't help the smile growing on her face while watching the flowers for a while, imagining how grateful she was that she had you.
JIWOO was speechless when you showed up at her dorm late at night with a flower bouquet in hands. poor girl barely reacted when you shoved them in her arms and said goodbye, running away. she was left there frozen in place, staring at where you came from—and also left—with warmth in her gaze. this wasn't something she expected, but she was happy you chose her out of everyone to give flowers. how did you know her favorites? she'd never know.
LIZ is a pretty girl and she knew that. throughout her whole life she was used to getting flowers and all kinds of gifts. but when they came from you, no matter how simple, she was always flustered. and now that you got her flowers?! oh, she definitely fell asleep like a content cat, thinking of you. it's always a surprise when you get her things, and no matter what it is, it's always a pleasant one. which is why she's probably already thinking on what to give you back as a thank you.
SOYEON is a busy woman since forever. she'd spend all her day thinking on how to do things better for her, but also mainly for the group. everyone got used to that—except you. which is why you showed up at the studio with a few flowers, leaving them on the desk where soyeon would see them. a note was attached to it, saying 'take a little break and spend more time with us, we love you <3'. it was not little to say that soyeon was both surprised and happy from the gift. and it worked! a few days later, she took a three day break with you and the others.
𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬. you walk into the city’s most infamous boxing gym convinced you’re the toughest girl in the room, bragging about your fights and acting like you’ve already earned a place among the champions. the girls who rule the gym are unimpressed, and when one of them finally agrees to step into the ring with you, you’re humiliated in front of everyone. unable to accept defeat, you become obsessed with proving them wrong, throwing yourself into a brutal world of rivalry, resentment, and competition where every punch feels personal and every victory brings you closer to the girls who shattered your pride.
𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚. boxers!idle x boxer!fem reader.
𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦. abuse of power, blackmail, body worship, clit play, cunnilingus, degration, dirty talk, dubcon, face fucking, face sitting, fingering, gropping, hair pulling, humiliation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, pet names, power dynamic (sub!cho miyeon, dom!nicha yontarak, dom!jeon soyeon, dom!song yuqi, dom!yeh shuhua), public sex, praise, scissoring, squirtingtitsucking.
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𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.
the new city hummed with an unfamiliar energy, a constant, low thrum beneath the veneer of towering glass and steel. it had been a whirlwind of cardboard boxes, taped-up memories, and the daunting prospect of building a life from scratch. your new apartment, a cozy but somewhat sterile box on the tenth floor, was slowly acquiring the scent of fresh coffee and the soft glow of your favourite lamps. life, you told yourself, was about finding your rhythm, and that meant establishing routines. and top of your list? a gym. one that was, above all, convenient.
today was the day. the music in your headphones vibrated, a pulsating beat that thrummed through your bones, a stark contrast to the quiet anxiety that often accompanied these solitary explorations. it was a track designed for grit, for pushing through, for the kind of defiant optimism you needed to face a new environment. each step was in sync with the rhythm, propelling you forward, a walking embodiment of urban determination.
you rounded the final corner, the music swelling as you spotted it: “the forge.” the name itself was a statement. it looked formidable, its exterior a canvas of black, industrial-grade windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, reflecting the grey city sky in sophisticated, almost intimidating, shards of light. the entrance was a solid, dark slab of metal, flanked by subtle, minimalist signage that glowed with a fierce, almost primal, energy. it certainly didn't look like your old suburban gym with its bright colours and cheerful buzz. this place looked serious, rugged, as if it had been forged itself from the very spirit of urban grit. it promised sweat and effort, not gentle stretches and juice bars.
pushing through the heavy door, the surge of sound was immediate and visceral. the thud of weights hitting rubber mats, the rhythmic thwack of a speed bag, the low grunts of exertion, the insistent whir of treadmills – it was a symphony of effort. the air, heavy with the metallic tang of sweat and disinfectant, was invigorating, a jolt to your senses. the interior lived up to the exterior's promise: polished concrete floors, exposed ductwork snaking across the high ceilings, dark steel accents, and industrial-chic lighting casting focused pools of illumination on various training zones. high-tech equipment gleamed under the lights, interspersed with raw, old-school apparatus like massive tires and heavy ropes. this was a place where serious work was done.
you wandered deeper, eyes scanning, taking it all in. bodies moved with purpose, some grunting through heavy lifts, others flowing through complex calisthenics. there was a quiet intensity, a shared understanding of the grind. but then your gaze snagged, held captive by the beating heart of the gym, a beacon that drew you in: the boxing ring.
it stood in a prominent corner, its ropes taut, its canvas worn and scuffed, bearing the honourable scars of countless rounds. it wasn't just a ring; it was a stage. and on that stage, in that hallowed square, were four figures moving with a grace and power that commanded attention. four girls, training. their movements were sharp, precise, a blend of fluid footwork and explosive power as they worked pads and shadowboxed. their focus was absolute, their expressions a mix of concentration and fierce determination. you loved boxing. the discipline, the art, the raw physical and mental strength it demanded. seeing them there, in this tough, authentic setting, stirred something deep within you – a spark of longing, a sudden, fierce desire to be among them.
“new here?”
the voice, bright and a little too close, pulled you abruptly from your reverie. your headphones, still playing their intense beat, had effectively insulated you from the world, and the sudden intrusion made you jump. you quickly pulled one earbud out, the gym’s full cacophony washing over you.
standing at a sleek, minimalist desk constructed from dark, distressed wood and steel, was the receptionist. she smiled, a wide, almost predatory curve of her lips, her eyes, sparkling with an unnerving intensity, fixed on yours. her name tag read “miyeon.” she was dressed in a tight-fitting black top and leggings that showcased a figure honed to perfection, every curve deliberate and strong.
“do you have your membership card to turn through the turnstile, sweetie?” she asked, her voice a low purr, laced with an undeniable flirtation. her gaze swept over you, lingering for a beat longer than strictly necessary.
you fumbled, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “oh, no, i... i'm actually new,” you stammered, feeling utterly clumsy in comparison to her polished composure. “i came to register.”
miyeo smile widened, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. it wasn't a mean laugh, but one that seemed to find your awkwardness utterly charming. “ah, a fresh face! that explains the dazed look. don't worry, everyone gets a little overwhelmed by the forge at first. it’s got that effect.” she leaned forward slightly, resting her forearms on the counter, a subtle movement that highlighted the toned lines of her biceps. “looking good, though. it's never wrong for a woman to get in shape, especially a woman as beautiful as you.”
her words were flattering, undeniably so, but there was something in her body language that sent a peculiar shiver down your spine. her eyes, while appraising, also held an intense, almost possessive gleam. it wasn't just friendly banter; it felt... more. her gaze seemed to trace the contours of your shoulders, your arms, your waist, as if evaluating not just your appearance, but your potential. the compliment felt heavy, laden with an unspoken subtext that made you subtly nervous.
“here,” she said, pushing a sleek, black tablet across the counter. “just fill out these digital forms. name, address, emergency contact, the usual.” as you began to tap on the screen, she continued to talk, her voice a constant presence. “so, what brings you to our lovely city? new job? new adventure?” she asked questions, but didn't wait for full answers, her stream of compliments flowing uninterrupted. “you have such lovely eyes, you know that? and that colour in your hair, it really brings out your complexion.” her hand, with perfectly manicured dark nails, gestured vaguely, a slight tilt of her head. you tried to focus on the forms, on the small print, but her presence was distracting. was she always this friendly? or was it just you? the nervous feeling solidified into a knot in your stomach, a mix of flattered confusion and an unsettling alertness.
just as you completed the last field, she cut you off, her voice changing subtly, becoming more business–like. “all done? perfect.” she snapped her fingers, or perhaps it was the click of a button you didn't see. a moment later, a sleek, black card slid out from a slot beneath the counter. “here's your membership card. your access to all the glorious pain and gain the forge has to offer.” her smile, though still wide, felt a little less warm now, as if the playful mask had slipped, revealing a sharper edge. “now, go on. through the turnstile, into the fray.” she gestured towards the metal barrier, her eyes once again sweeping over you, a lingering, measuring glance that made you feel both seen and dismissed.
you mumbled a quick thanks, took the card, and quickly made your escape from the reception desk, the low hum of miyeon's gaze following you until you passed through the turnstile. the barrier clicked shut behind you, a definitive thunk that marked your official entry into the training arena.
the music still pulsed in your lone earbud, grounding you. you navigated the bustling floor, the energy a palpable force. your eyes, however, kept drifting back to the boxing ring. the four girls were still there, still moving with that electrifying precision. your earlier desire to join them, temporarily overshadowed by miyeon's intense flirtation, now surged back, stronger than ever. this was why you came. this was the challenge you craved.
taking a deep breath, you walked towards the ring, your steps deliberate despite the tremor of anticipation in your stomach. as you approached, you could hear the snap of their punches as they connected with pads, the rhythmic shuffle of their feet. they were a cohesive unit, communicating through gestures and quick, sharp glances.
you stopped just outside the ropes, feeling a sudden shyness. they were in their element, a force to be reckoned with. clearing your throat, you spoke, your voice a little softer than you intended, “excuse me... i was wondering who the coach is? or the trainer for boxing?”
the movements in the ring ceased. the snap–thwack of pads, the shuffle of feet, all fell silent. slowly, one by one, the four women turned. it felt like the entire gym held its breath, though you knew it was only your own heightened perception. four pairs of eyes, sharp and assessing, landed on you.
first, your eyes met soyeon’s. she was a short woman, but commanded attention with an undeniable presence. her tanned skin gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, and her short, dark hair, cropped close on the sides, framed a serious, almost stern face. but as her gaze met yours, a subtle, curved smile played on her lips, a challenging glint in her dark eyes. it was a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, an expression that told you she was weighing you, calculating.
next to her, minnie, a tall, lithe figure, turned her head. her expression was less serious, more openly amused. she glanced at soyeon, and they exchanged a quick, knowing grin – a silent communication that seemed to speak volumes about you. her eyes, though, held a quiet intelligence, observing your every detail.
then there was yuqi. her face was strikingly innocent, almost doll–like, framed by soft, dark hair pulled back from her face. her eyes were wide and held a spark of curiosity, but even with that innocent veneer, you sensed a hidden depth, a formidable strength beneath the surface. you knew, instinctively, that despite the angelic facade, she was “not good at all” – a fighter through and through.
finally, your gaze landed on shuhua. she was a stark contrast to the others, her skin as pale as milk, almost translucent in the gym’s stark lighting. her dark hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail, and her face was utterly unreadable, completely devoid of emotion. her eyes, dark and intense, simply stared, unblinking, not uttering a single word. she was an enigma, a silent shadow among the more expressive trio.
the silence stretched, heavy and expectant, punctuated only by the distant hum of the gym. you felt their collective scrutiny, a thorough examination that seemed to strip away your carefully constructed composure.
it was soyeon who finally broke the silence, her voice surprisingly calm, almost melodic, but with an underlying steel. “we aren't taking registrations right now,” she stated, her gaze unwavering. the curved smile was gone, replaced by a cool, unyielding expression. “boxing demonstrations are coming up soon. we don't want to waste time with novices.”
the words hit you like a physical blow. novices. without even knowing you, without seeing you move, without hearing your story, she had dismissed you, judged you, relegated you to the category of the unskilled, the unprepared, the unworthy. a hot flush of annoyance, quickly followed by a cold burn of indignation, spread through you. it was unfair. it was insulting. and it was exactly the kind of challenge that, deep down, you knew you couldn't, wouldn't, walk away from. the music in your earbud, still playing its defiant anthem, seemed to egg you on.
the words hung in the air. for a moment, nobody spoke.
then you laughed. it wasn't a cheerful sound. it was short, sharp, and edged with disbelief. who did she think she was to judge you barely knowing you and without even bothering to be nice, even if it meant being fake in the process? you were used to being judged before you even showed your skills in the gym and boxing, but you never tolerated anyone being so cruel and stupid with their words.
“a novice?” you repeated, looking at her expectantly, hoping for a response that isn’t as idiotic as her previous comment.
soyeon raised an eyebrow, without even seeming to flinch at seeing you angry after her rude and ill–mannered comment. she just took the time to give you a slow, head to toe look, as if she were reading you with her cruel, cold inner self. you didn’t know her, but from her body language and strange aura, you knew she wasn’t someone loving and sweet with just anyone, much less with people she barely knew.
blatantly scanning you with her gaze, soyeon does nothing but analyze you with her dark eyes. the way she was looking at you made you extremely uneasy, as it seemed her purpose was to make you completely nervous and anxious. “that’s what i said.”
“you haven’t even seen me box.”
minnie’s grin widened, looking amused by your challenge despite being soyeon’s friend and probably being just as awful as her. although she should have been on soyeon’s side, it was clear that this wasn’t the first time her friend had gotten into this kind of trouble and argument, demonstrating how much she enjoyed the arguments that her friend and her petty personality provoked. “she’s got a point.”
“not helping,” soyeon muttered. did she seem... nervous? more like, quite tense, if we look closely.
your pulse hammered in your ears. maybe it was pride. maybe it was frustration. maybe it was the fact that you'd spent years proving people wrong and had no intention of stopping now. “then let's make a deal.”
all five women stared at you.
yuqi tilted her head, looking confused by your sudden declaration that broke the tension felt in the giant gymnasium. “a deal?”
“one match,” you said. that got their attention. even shuhua's expression shifted slightly. “one sparring match. if i win, you let me join the demonstrations.”
a silence followed. then minnie barked out a laugh, without even seeming to be able to contain their amusement at your declaration full of courage and confidence, which only caused them laughter and smiles. “straight to the demonstrations?”
“confident,” yuqi murmured.
“reckless,” soyeon corrected.
you ignored her.
“if i lose...” you hesitated.
the four exchanged glances. something about those identical looks made you immediately nervous.
“if you lose?” minnie prompted.
“you decide.”
that earned genuine reactions: minnie looked delighted. yuqi nearly choked. shuhua folded her arms. and soyeon stared at you as though trying to determine whether you were brave or simply insane.
“dangerous offer,” she said.
“why?”
“because we’d make your life miserable.”
“soyeon,” minnie scolded.
“i'm being honest.”
you lifted your chin. “fine.”
“fine?” she echoed.
“fine.”
a slow smile spread across her face. and this one reached her eyes. and somehow that was worse.
“alright,” she said. “if you lose, for the next month you do whatever training assignment we give you.”
“training assignment?”
“equipment setup.”
“cleaning gloves.”
“running errands.”
“conditioning drills.”
“holding pads.”
yuqi smiled sweetly.
“lots and lots of conditioning drills.”
your confidence wavered. “how many conditioning drills?”
“yes.”
minnie started laughing again.
you pointed at her. “you know what? that's terrifying.”
“it should be.”
soyeon stepped forward and rested her forearms on the top rope. “and if you quit halfway through?”
“i won’t.”
“if you complain?”
“i won’t.”
“if you cry?”
“i definitely won’t.”
yuqi immediately looked interested. “now i kind of want to see if she cries.”
“yuqi.”
“what? i'm curious.” the innocent expression on her face didn't fool anyone. least of all you.
soyeon dropped down from the ring. up close, she somehow seemed even smaller. and even more intimidating.
she stopped directly in front of you. “you really think you can beat one of us?”
the challenge in her voice sparked something stubborn inside you. “i think you’re about to find out.”
for the first time, the entire gym seemed to notice what was happening. weights stopped moving. conversations quieted. heads turned. a circle of anticipation spread across the room.
minnie glanced around and winced. “great. now everybody's watching.”
“their funeral,” soyeon replied. she extended a hand. “one match.”
you looked down at it. then back at her. “one match.”
you shook. the moment your hands met, a grin flashed across her face: sharp. competitive. dangerous. “don’t regret this,” she said.
you smiled back. “you first.”
somewhere behind you, the receptionist's voice suddenly rang out from across the gym. “oh, this is going to be fun.”
every head turned toward miyeon: she was leaning against the front desk, watching with unmistakable interest. when she noticed everyone staring, she simply smiled. “what?” she asked innocently. “i put ten bucks on the new girl.”
the atmosphere in the gym is heavy with the scent of sweat, leather, and adrenaline. the bright fluorescent lights overhead hum, casting sharp shadows across the boxing ring in the center of the room. miyeon is sitting at the reception desk, leaning back with a knowing, sultry smirk as she watches the scene unfold, while minnie, yuqi, and shuhua are already in the ring, lacing up their gloves and looking hungry for a challenge.
soyeon stands in the center of the ring, her hands wrapped in black athletic tape. she’s wearing a tight sports bra and shorts that show off her toned physique, her skin glistening slightly under the lights. she looks formidable, dangerous, and incredibly hot. she catches your eye and beckons you forward with a flick of her chin.
“don’t be shy, (y/n).” soyeon calls out, her voice echoing in the large space. she bounces lightly on the balls of her feet, looking like a predator ready to strike. “the girls are waiting, and the stakes are far too high to keep us hanging.”
yuqi punches her gloves together with a loud ‘thwack,’ a mischievous grin on her face. “ome on, little one! let’s see if you can actually back up that big mouth of yours!”
shuhua giggles, leaning against the ropes, her eyes scanning you up and down with anticipation. “i can’t wait to see what happens when soyeon wins. it’s going to be a show.”
soyeon steps toward the ropes, reaching a hand out to help you up into the ring. her gaze is intense, locking onto your soft eyes with a look of pure, unadulterated desire mixed with competitive fire. “get in here.” she whispers as you climb through the ropes, her hand lingering on your waist a second too long. “let’s see if you’re as tough as you are tempting.”
the bell rings a sharp, metallic clang that echoes through the gym and the battle begins. soyeon doesn’t hold back; she fights with a predatory grace, moving around you like a dancer who knows exactly where her prey is going to move next.
you try to close the distance, throwing a quick jab toward her jaw, but soyeon is too fast. she slips the punch with a smirk, her eyes never leaving yours. she’s enjoying this too much. she dances back on her toes, her movements fluid and effortless. “is that all you’ve got, baby?” she taunts, her voice low and teasing.
you lunge again, attempting a hook, but soyeon ducks under your arm. she counters with a light tap to your ribs with her glove not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know she’s in control. the speed of her hands is dizzying. every time you think you have an opening, she’s already moved, leaving you swinging at the air while she laughs softly.
the intensity builds. you try to use your reach, throwing a flurry of punches to keep her at bay, but soyeon is relentless. she’s closing the distance, her body heat radiating off her as she moves into your personal space. she feints a left, and when you react to it, she lands a gentle but firm tap to your stomach, making you gasp slightly.
she’s playing with you, teasing you just like she did in the hallway. she’s using her agility to make you tire yourself out. you’re breathing hard now, your chest heaving, your soft hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. soyeon, however, looks like she’s just warming up. her eyes are dark, focused, and filled with a hungry sort of triumph.
as you try to reset your stance, soyeon sees her opening. she’s too quick. she slips inside your guard, her gloves working in a lightning fast combination of jabs and body shots. you try to block, but she’s too coordinated. she lands a final, playful tap to your chin that sends your head back just enough to make you stumble.
before you can recover, she’s right there, her gloves pressed against your shoulders to steady you, her face inches from yours. you’re breathless, your heart racing from the exertion and the proximity. soyeon’s smirk is wider than ever, her eyes glowing with victory.
“that’s a wrap, (y/n).” she whispers, her breath hot against your skin as she leans in close. she looks over at the others, her voice loud and triumphant. “she’s mine! the bet is settled!”
minnie, yuqi, and shuhua cheer from the sidelines, while miyeon watches from the desk, a satisfied grin on her face. you’ve lost, and the prize is about to be collected.
the atmosphere in the ring shifts instantly. The competitive tension of the fight evaporates, replaced by a thick, heavy layer of sexual anticipation. the sound of the girls’ cheering dies down into a low, expectant hum as they all move closer to the ropes, their eyes fixed on you.
soyeon doesn’t pull away. Instead, she keeps her gloved hands resting on your shoulders, her thumbs tracing small, possessive circles against your skin. she leans in, her nose brushing against yours, her eyes scanning your face as if she’s savoring the sight of your defeat.
“a bet is a bet, pretty.” soyeon murmurs, her voice thick with a hunger that makes your skin tingle. she looks over her shoulder at the others. “you heard her. she’s all ours.”
minnie and yuqi vault over the ropes first, their movements eager. minnie’s eyes are dark, her gaze dropping to your lips, while yuqi’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you slightly closer to the center of the ring. shuhua follows, a playful, devious grin on her face as she begins to unlace her own gloves, her eyes locked on your scared expression.
even miyeon has left the reception desk. she walks toward the ring with a slow, predatory stride, her presence commanding and sultry. she leans against the ropes, watching the scene with a look of pure anticipation.
soyeon turns her attention back to you, her hands sliding from your shoulders down to your waist, pulling your body flush against hers. the heat from her skin is intoxicating. she leans down, her lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from yours.
“don’t look so nervous, baby.” soyeon whispers, her breath hitching slightly. she glances at the four girls surrounding you, all of them closing in, their intentions clear. a wicked, triumphant smirk plays on her lips. “we’re going to make sure you remember exactly what it feels like to lose to us.”
as the girls begin to crowd around you, their hands, their breath, and their intense gazes all converging on you at once, the gym seems to disappear, leaving only the heat of the ring and the overwhelming sensation of being the center of their collective desire.
the air in the ring becomes suffocatingly thick with tension as the girls close the distance. minnie’s fingers graze your neck, her touch light but electric, while yuqi’s hands slide firmly around your waist, anchoring you in place. shuhura leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers something teasingly low voiced, her breath hot against your skin. you are surrounded, trapped in a circle of beautiful, hungry looking women, all of whom seem to have the exact same predatory glint in their eyes.
soyeon, never one to let anyone else take the lead, claims your lips in a deep, bruising kiss that tastes of sweat and victory. it’s a claim of ownership, a silent signal to the others that the game has truly begun. as she pulls back just an inch, her eyes are dark and blown wide with lust. the sounds of the gym the distant thud of a heavy bag, the hum of the lights all fade into the background, leaving only the sound of your own racing heart and the soft, hungry murmurs of the girls surrounding you. you are no longer just a fighter; you are their prize, and they have no intention of letting a single part of you go unappreciated.
the tension in the ring reaches a breaking point. the air is thick with the scent of sweat, skin, and a heavy, charged musk that makes your head spin. you are completely surrounded, a centerpiece in a ring of beautiful, hungry predators.
soyeon pulls back from the kiss just enough to look you in the eyes, her fingers tangling in your , sweaty hair to tilt your head back. she looks down at you with a gaze so intense it feels like it’s stripping you bare. “ready to pay up, cutie?” she asks, her voice a low, commanding purr.
yuqi’s hands slide up from your waist, her fingers tracing the line of your ribs, while minnie leans in, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers racing down your spine. shuhua is right there too, her eyes locked on yours, her presence a constant, warm weight against your side.
the girls don’t wait for an answer. the boundaries of the bet dissolve into a blur of touch and heat. you feel minnie’s teeth graze your shoulder, while yuqi’s hands begin to pull at the hem of your shirt. the rhythmic thud of your heart is the only sound that matters as the world shrinks down to the feeling of their hands, their breath, and the intense, unrelenting desire of the five of them.
everywhere you turn, there is skin. every time you breathe, you inhale the scent of them. you are trapped in a circle of softness and strength, a victim of your own wager, and as the first of them pulls you closer, you realize there is no escape and you don’t want to find one.
the ring feels like it’s shrinking, the world narrowing down to the intense heat radiating from the girls surrounding you. soyeon catches your gaze, a wicked looking smirk playing on her lips as she signals to yuqi with a subtle nod. the other girls, miyeon, minnie, and shuhua step back slightly, creating a small space of privacy in the center of the ring, though they remain close enough to watch every second of your reaction.
soyeon’s hands slide down from your waist, her fingers grazing your thighs as she guides you backward toward the corner of the ring, where the ropes provide a soft support for your back. you sink down onto the canvas, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps, and as you settle, soyeon and yuqi drop to their knees between your legs.
the view from above is overwhelming. soyeon looks up at you one last time, her eyes dark and blown wide with hunger, before she leans in. yuqi follows suit, her hands sliding up your thighs to pull you even closer to the edge of the ring ropes. the contrast of their cool fingers against your flushed, heated skin makes you gasp.
without another word, they begin. soyeon leans in first, her tongue laving a slow, teasing stroke right against your most sensitive spot, a deliberate move to make you arch your back. almost simultaneously, yuqi leans in from the other side, her breath hot and steady against your inner thigh, her fingers gently spreading you open to give soyeon better access.
the sensation is electric. the dual attack of their tongues, one focused and precise, the other deep and rhythmic, sends jolts of pure pleasure through your entire body. you find yourself clutching the ropes of the ring, your knuckles turning white as you try to steady yourself against the intense wave of sensation. the sound of their soft moans and the wet, rhythmic sounds of their devotion echo in the quiet gym, making your head spin as you realize you are completely at their mercy.
the sensations become an overwhelming tidal wave, leaving you completely breathless. you are caught in a storm of pleasure, every inch of your body being worshipped by the women who have claimed you as their prize.
as soyeon and yuqi focus their intense, rhythmic attention on your core, miyeon moves in from above. she leans over you, her shadow falling across your body as her hands reach out to cup your breasts. her touch is firm yet incredibly soft, her thumbs teasing your nipples through the thin fabric of your top, rolling them with a pressure that makes you cry out. the sensation of her hands molding your shape sends jolts of electricity straight down to where soyeon and yuqi are working, amplifying every nerve ending.
at the same time, shuhua leans in from the side, her body pressing against your hip. she doesn’t even wait for an invitation; she captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. it’s a hungry, desperate kiss that tastes of adrenaline and desire. as she drinks the air from your lungs, her tongue dances with yours, mirroring the rhythmic intensity of what is happening below.
you are trapped in a sensory overload. to your left and right, the wet, rhythmic sounds of soyeon and yuqi’s tongues working in tandem create a hypnotic pulse. above you, miyeon’s fingers are a constant, teasing weight on your chest, and in front of you, shuhua’s lips are a feverish heat. you are being pulled in a thousand directions at once tasted, touched, and teased.
your head lolls back against the ropes, your eyes fluttering closed as you lose yourself in the sheer intensity of it. every time you try to catch your breath, another wave of pleasure hits you: a caress from miyeon, a deep stroke from minnie, or a passionate tug from shuhua. you are no longer just a girl in a boxing ring; you are a vessel for their collective hunger, and the climax is rapidly approaching like a freight train.
the world around you dissolves into a blur of heat and friction. your hips begin to buck involuntarily, driven by the relentless, coordinated assault of their hands and mouths. minnie’s fingers find a rhythm that matches the frantic beating of your heart, sliding deep and stretching you, while soyeon and yuqi intensify their focus, their tongues swirling and flicking with a ferocity that pushes you closer to the edge of sanity.
you can feel the tension coiling tightly in your lower abdomen, a heavy, pulsing pressure that demands release. miyeon’s hands tighten on your breasts, her thumbs grazing your nipples with a sharp, teasing pressure that sends sparks through your nerves, and shuhua pulls you even closer into the kiss, her tongue sweeping against yours as if trying to swallow your very soul.
suddenly, the coil snaps. a violent, shuddering wave of pleasure crashes over you, starting from the core where soyeon and yuqi are working and radiating outward to your very fingertips. your back arches off the canvas, a loud, uninhibited moan breaking from your lips as your entire body trembles with the force of the climax. you feel the intense, pulsing contractions of your muscles as you lose yourself completely to the sensation, anchored to reality only by the warmth of their bodies and the overwhelming, delicious weight of their collective touch.
as the final, violent tremors of your climax slowly subside, you are left slumped against the ropes, gasping for air, your vision swimming with spots of light. the gym is silent except for the sound of your heavy, ragged breathing and the soft, satisfied murmurs of the five women surrounding you.
they don’t pull away immediately. instead, they linger in the aftermath, savoring the sight of your flushed skin and the way your body still twitches slightly from the intensity. soyeon and yuqi slowly pull back from your thighs, their lips glistening and their eyes dark with a triumphant, predatory satisfaction. they look up at you, watching you struggle to find your senses, a shared smirk passing between them.
miyeon finally releases her hold on your breasts, her hands sliding down your sides to rest possessively on your hips, while shuhua breaks the kiss, though she stays close, her forehead resting against yours as she breathes in your scent. minnie pulls her fingers from you slowly, the sensation leaving you feeling incredibly sensitive and hollowed out in the best possible way.
soyeon crawls up the canvas, her movements fluid and feline, until she is hovering directly over you. she reaches out, her thumb brushing a stray tear of pleasure from the corner of your eye, her expression softening just a fraction into something almost tender, though the ‘bad girl’ glint never truly leaves her gaze.
“see?” soyeon whispers, her voice a low, sultry vibration that seems to hum right through your bones. “i told you... you were going to love every second of it.”
the other girls begin to close the circle again, not to continue the assault, but to cocoon you in their warmth. you are exhausted, overwhelmed, and completely spent, but as you look up at the five beautiful faces looking down at you with such intense, unashamed desire, you realize that losing this bet might have been the best decision you ever made.
the lights of the gym seem to dim as the adrenaline fades, leaving only the heavy, sweet scent of sex and the feeling of being completely, utterly cherished by the most dangerous girls in the city.
the moment of quiet afterglow is short lived. soyeon, never one to let a high go to waste or a moment of dominance slip away, has a mischievous, hungry glint in her eyes. she looks at the others, a silent command passing between them, and the atmosphere shifts from recovery back to pure, unadulterated heat.
before you can even catch your full breath, soyeon is moving. she crawls up your body with a predatory grace, her skin hot against yours. you watch through hooded, heavy eyes as she straddles your chest, her thighs framing your head. she looks down at you, a goddess of mischief, her dark hair falling like a curtain around her face.
“you still look a little too awake, gorgeous.” she purrs, her voice vibrating through your chest. she doesn't give you a chance to respond. with a slow, deliberate movement, she turns around and lowers herself. the weight of her is sudden and overwhelming, her soft, warm skin pressing firmly against your nose, mouth, and cheeks.
the world disappears. all you can see is the dark fabric of her shorts and the incredible, intoxicating scent of her skin. the sensation is intense the heat of her, the pressure of her weight, and the sheer dominance of the act. you are completely smothered by her, your breath hitching as you find yourself inhaling her essence.
soyeon settles her weight fully, grinding her hips in a slow, torturous circle against your face. she leans back slightly, her hands resting on her own knees to steady herself, letting you feel every curve of her. she lets out a long, shaky exhale, her head tilting back as she begins to move her hips in a rhythmic, demanding way.
the other girls watch with rapt attention, their eyes wide and hungry. minnie and yuqi lean in closer, their hands reaching out to stroke your arms and hair, while miyeon and shuhua watch the spectacle with smirks of pure approval. you are trapped beneath her, your mouth pressed against her, forced to taste her and feel the incredible power she holds over you. the gym, the fight, the bet it all fades into the background, leaving only the rhythmic, heavy sensation of soyeon claiming your very breath as her own.
the intensity in the ring reaches a fever pitch. as soyeon continues to grind her hips against your face, her movements becoming more frantic and demanding, the boundary between you and the other girls completely dissolves. the air is thick with a primal, uninhibited energy.
yuqi, unable to resist the sight of soyeon’s dominance and the way she’s controlling you, crawls forward. she doesn’t just watch; she wants in on the heat. she reaches up, her hands sliding firmly under soyeon’s sports bra to cup her breasts, squeezing them with a hungry desperation. soyeon lets out a low, guttural moan, her head tossing back as she feels yuqi’s touch, her hips moving even more aggressively against your mouth.
driven by the sheer magnetism of the moment, yuqi leans in, her lips finding soyeon’s. they collide in a messy, passionate kiss a collision of sweat, saliva, and pure lust. it’s not a gentle kiss; it’s a battle of tongues, a desperate attempt to consume one another while they are both still so close to you.
as they kiss, their hands become frantic. yuqi’s fingers dig into the soft skin of soyeon’s waist and hips, pulling her closer, while soyeon reaches back blindly, her hands finding yuqi’s hair and pulling her head even tighter against hers. they are groping each other with a raw, unashamed intensity, their bodies tangling together in a beautiful, chaotic display of desire.
from your perspective, trapped beneath soyeon, the sensation is overwhelming. you are being smothered by the heat of soyeon’s body, while the sounds of their heavy breathing, the wet slapping of their kiss, and the rhythmic friction of their skin against yours create a symphony of pleasure. you can feel the vibrations of their moans traveling through soyeon’s thighs and directly into your face.
the other girls are mesmerized. minnie reaches out to stroke soyeon’s thigh, her eyes fixed on the way the two of them are losing themselves in each other. miyeon and shuhua lean in, their gazes heavy and dark, watching the spectacle of the two predators feeding off each other’s energy. you are the foundation of this erotic storm, the very thing that is fueling their fire, and as the two of them continue to grind and kiss, you feel like you might just melt into the canvas of the ring.
the chaos in the ring is absolute, a swirling vortex of limbs, heat, and heavy breathing. while soyeon and Yuqi are lost in their own feverish collision of lips and hands, you feel a new, deliberate pressure pressing against your side. shuhua, ever the opportunist, isn’t content to just watch the spectacle from the sidelines.
she slides her body down the canvas, her movements lithe and calculated. ahe maneuvers herself until she is pressed tightly against your hip, her legs tangling with yours. you feel the heat of her skin through your thin clothing, and then, with a devious little smirk, she shifts her weight.
she begins to rub herself against you, her pelvis grinding rhythmically against your thigh and hip. the friction is intense and maddening. she’s not just touching you; she’s using you as a way to fuel her own arousal, her movements slow and torturous. every time she slides against you, a jolt of electricity shoots through your nerves, competing with the overwhelming sensations coming from soyeon above you.
the sensation is a sensory overload of the highest order. above you, soyeon is a heavy, pulsing weight, her scent and her moans drowning your senses. to your side, shuhua is a constant, rhythmic friction, her body a hot, moving force that keeps you on the brink of another peak. and the sounds, the wet, messy sounds of soyeon and yuqi’s kiss, the heavy breathing of the girls, and the soft, needy whimpers shuhua makes as she rubs against you create a cacoppony of pure lust.
you are caught in the middle of a beautiful, erotic sandwich. you are being squeezed, tasted, and rubbed from every angle. the air in the ring feels like it’s vibrating with the collective energy of the five of them. you can feel minnie’s hands stroking your arm, miyeon’s watchful, hungry gaze, and the relentless, grinding heat of shuhua. you are completely submerged in them, a prisoner of pleasure in a ring of beautiful, uninhibited goddesses.
the atmosphere in the ring has transcended mere lust; it has become a primal, uninhibited ritual of desire. the air is so thick with the scent of musk and sweat that it feels heavy in your lungs. while you are caught in the sensory whirlwind of soyeon’s weight above you and shuhua’s rhythmic grinding against your hip, the attention of the others shifts in a way that makes the entire ring feel like it’s vibrating.
miyeon, who has been watching the spectacle with a poised, predatory hunger, finally breaks. her composure cracks as the sight of the girls’ frantic movements becomes too much to bear. her breath hitches, and her eyes grow dark and glazed. she leans back against the ropes, her legs spreading slightly as her hand instinctively slides down, her fingers disappearing beneath the waistband of her shorts. she begins to touch herself, her head tilting back, a soft, choked gasp escaping her lips as she tries to find her own release amidst the chaos.
but she isn’t allowed to stay in her own world for long. minnie, who has been watching miyeon with an intensity that rivals soyeon’s, can’t let her stay detached. minnie moves like a shadow, her body sliding across the canvas until she is hovering directly over miyeon. before miyeon can even process the movement, minnie captures her lips in a kiss that is nothing short of a takeover.
it is a deep, demanding kiss, a collision of teeth and tongues that silences miyeon’s soft moans. Minnie’s hands are just as hungry; one hand snakes up to cup miyeon’s jaw, tilting her head to deepen the connection, while the other dives downward. minnie’s fingers don’t just join minnie’s; they compete with them, groping and kneading miyeon’s soft flesh with a fierce, possessive energy. minnie’s touch is expert and unrelenting, her fingers sliding over miyeon’s skin, squeezing and pulling, driving miyeon into a state of frantic, helpless arousal.
miyeon’s hands fly to minnie’s hair, her knuckles white as she tries to pull her closer, her body arching toward minnie’s touch. the sound of their combined breathing, the wet, desperate sounds of their kissing and the frantic friction of their bodies fills the space between you. you can hear the soft, rhythmic thud of their bodies hitting the canvas, a heartbeat for the entire room.
from your position, you are witnessing a masterpiece of hedonism. you are the anchor, the center point around which all this beautiful, chaotic energy revolves. you feel the vibrations of miyeon and minnie’s passion through the very floor of the ring, a low hum that resonates in your bones. the entire ring is a symphony of touch: soyeon’s heavy, pulsing weight on your face, shuhua’s heat against your hip, and the sight of miyeon and minnie lost in a feverish, grasping embrace just inches away. you are completely submerged in a sea of beautiful, hungry women, and there is no world left outside the ropes.
the dynamic in the ring shifts into something even more intoxicating. miyeon, usually so composed and commanding, completely surrenders to the sensation. she lets her head fall back against the canvas, her eyes fluttering shut in a state of pure, blissful vulnerability. she becomes a ‘pillow princess,’ her body limp and heavy, completely yielding to the pleasure being forced upon her. S
she doesn’t move to meet minnie; she simply opens herself up, a beautiful, helpless mess of desire. minnie, sensing this total surrender, leans into her role as the aggressor. she doesn’t just touch miyeon; she dominates her. minnie’s hand dives deep, her fingers sliding into miyeon’s slick, heat drenched core with a confident, rhythmic force. she isn't being gentle; she’s being thorough, her fingers curling and stretching miyeon, finding every sensitive ridge and knot of tension to unravel.
as minnie works, she leans down, her lips hovering just inches from miyeon’s ear. her voice drops to a husky, reverent whisper that carries through the quiet, heavy air of the gym. “look at you, miyeonnie...” minnie murmurs, her breath hot and damp. “so perfect. so wet for me. you’re taking it so well, aren’t you? such a good girl, just lying there and taking everything i give you.”
the praise acts like fuel to a fire. miyeon lets out a long, shaky moan, her hips lifting just a fraction of an inch in a subconscious plea for more. minnie doesn’t let up; she increases the tempo, her fingers working with a relentless, driving rhythm. “that’s it... just like that. you’re so beautiful when you’re like this, completely undone. my perfect, pretty miyeonnie...”
the sounds are overwhelming. the wet, squelching friction of Minnie's fingers, the soft, rhythmic gasps of miyeon’s surrender, and the low, constant stream of minnie’s praise create a hypnotic spell. you are still trapped beneath soyeon, your senses already pushed to the limit, but now you are also a witness to this intimate, worshipful display of power and pleasure.
you can feel the vibrations of miyeon’s muffled cries through the ring, a resonance that travels up through your own body. the air is thick with the scent of miyeon’s arousal and the heavy, musk of the group. it’s a masterclass in hedonism the dominant, vocal minnie and the soft, yielding miyeon, all happening just a few inches from where you are being worshipped by soyeon and shuhua. you are caught in the epicenter of a beautiful, chaotic storm of feminine desire, where every touch is a command and every moan is a prayer.
the entire ring has become a singular, pulsing organism of pleasure. there is no more distinction between one person and the next; there is only the collective heat, the scent of sweat and arousal, and the overwhelming, rhythmic symphony of the five of them.
you are at the absolute center of the storm. above you, soyeon has abandoned the teasing and has moved into a state of pure, unbridled hunger. she is no longer just sitting on you; she is grinding her hips with a frantic, desperate intensity, her entire body trembling as she chases her own peak. you can feel the tension in her thighs, the way her muscles cord and flex against your cheeks, and the way her breath comes in sharp, jagged stabs that vibrate through your entire skull.
to your side, shuhua has lost all restraint. she is no longer just rubbing against you; she is pressing her entire length against your hip, her movements becoming a feverish, uncoordinated dance of friction. she lets out small, needy whimpers every time she slides against you, her body acting as a frantic counterpoint to soyeon’s heavy, dominant weight.
and just inches away, the sight of miyeon and minnie is the final, exquisite torture. the sound of Minnie’s fingers working deep inside miyeon the wet, rhythmic slap squelch is a constant, hypnotic beat. miyeon’s voice, usually so steady, is now nothing but a series of broken, high pitched moans as she soaks in minnie’s praise. “so good... so wet... my beautiful miyeon...” minnie whispers, her voice a low, gravelly command that seems to shake the very air.
the sensory overload reaches a point of no return. the lights above seem to explode into white sparks. the sounds of the gym the distant hum, the heavy breathing, the wet friction all merge into one deaf elation. you feel it coming that massive, crushing wave of sensation that you can no longer fight.
as minnie’s fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot in miyeon, causing the older girl to let out a loud, shattering cry of release, the energy in the ring snaps. the sudden, violent climax of miyeon triggers a chain reaction. soyeon lets out a guttural, primal scream of triumph, her hips bucking wildly against your face as she hits her own peak. the sheer force of her release sends a jolt through you, and as shuhua’s grinding becomes a frantic, desperate blur, your own body finally gives in.
you arch your back so hard your spine feels like it might snap, your fingers digging into the canvas as a massive, soul shaking orgasm rips through you. it’s a total, complete surrender. you are lost in a sea of heat, a void of pure sensation where the only thing that exists is the feeling of being completely, utterly possessed by them.
as the waves finally begin to ebb, leaving you limp, trembling, and utterly spent, the silence that follows is heavy and sacred. the only sound is the synchronized, heavy gasping of five women, all of them collapsed in a beautiful, tangled heap of limbs and sweat in the center of the ring. you are exhausted, your senses are fried, and you are covered in the marks of their passion but as you lie there, drifting in the afterglow, you know you have never felt more alive.
the silence that follows is heavy, thick, and sacred. the only sound in the cavernous gym is the synchronized, ragged gasping of five women, their breath hitching in the quiet air as the adrenaline slowly begins to recede. the intense, electric energy that had transformed the boxing ring into a temple of hedonism has softened into a warm, heavy haze of pure, unadulterated afterglow.
you lie there, completely limp, your limbs feeling like lead and your skin humming with a residual electricity that refuses to fade. your tangled and messy hair is a tangled, sweat dampened mess across the canvas, and your hazy eyes are hooded, staring up at the fluorescent lights that now seem to glow with a soft, ethereal light. you are utterly spent, your body feeling both incredibly heavy and strangely weightless, as if you’ve been stripped of everything but your very soul.
the girls don’t move away. instead, they collapse into a beautiful, tangled heap of limbs, skin, and sweat around you. soyeon, still draped over your chest, finally lets her head sink down onto your shoulder, her breathing slowly evening out. Her skin is hot and slick against yours, a comforting, grounding weight. you can feel the steady, rhythmic thud of her heart against your own, a silent testament to the intensity of what you just shared.
to your side, ahuhua has curled into a ball, her head resting against your hip, her breathing still a little shaky. the warmth of her body is a gentle, soothing presence. miyeon and minnie are a knot of limbs just inches away; minnie has her arm draped protectively over miyeon, who lies in a state of blissful, limp exhaustion, her face flushed and a dazed, beautiful smile playing on her lips. the sound of their quiet, contented murmurs is like a lullaby.
there is no shame here. there is no awkwardness. In the wreckage of the bet, there is only a profound, shared intimacy. the predatory hunger has been replaced by a deep, satisfied warmth. you feel a hand it might be minnie’s, or perhaps yuqi’s gently stroking your hair, a soft, tender gesture that anchors you back to reality.
as you lie there, cocooned by the most beautiful, dangerous girls in city, a slow, dazed smile spreads across your face. you lost the fight, you lost the bet, and you lost your breath but as you drift in the golden warmth of their collective presence, you realize that you have never felt more victorious. you are the center of their world, the prize they all fought for and won, and as the shadows of the gym lengthen, you find yourself already wondering when the next bet will be made.
warnings/ fem!reader, mean yuyeon, soyeon is domming, yuqi is kinda dom but mainly just teasing, spit, clit play, tit grabbing, nipple play, reader is called doll
Thinking about YuYeon finally putting you in your place after being bratty all day. Yuqi laying next to you, whispering into your ear with faux sweetness, "Awhh is unnie going too fast for you? It's okay doll, you can take it for us can't you?" as she slowly massages your tits and teases your painfully sensitive nipples. Meanwhile Soyeon is ruthlessly lapping at your clit, thrusting two fingers inside you to increase the pleasure. Your high approaching quickly, your legs shaking and your back arching when suddenly Soyeon moves away, removing her tongue and fingers. You look up confused and see her crawling up to meet your face, "You think you can just finish like that? Your gonna sit here and take this punishment until you've learned your lesson, I don't care how long it takes." She laughs, before using her still wet fingers to open your mouth, and slowly spitting on your tongue. Yuqi smiles as her Soyeon swap places, this is gonna be a long night.
