ALRIGHT. here we go
sub yuna x dom kai about 90% of the time (the remaining 10 they don't really use sub/dom roles)
kai is a hopeless romantic to his core and a huge dork so when he was courting yuna he made sure to REALLY sweep her off of her feet. flowers delivered to her doorstep with chocolate and handwritten letters... like kai IS chivalry personified.
he was scared to talk to her at all in the beginning because she's just so pretty it intimidated him a little bit
kai once won her a plushie at an amusement park date. she was SMITTEN after that.
kai's oral game is 10/10. he loves eating yuna's pussy. so much that sometimes he even cums untouched from it because the act itself and hearing how louddddd yuna gets when he does it just Ruins him.
i don't see kai as being into anal? yuna definitely is though imo. so i think they tried it once and kai realized that it wasn't for him. he does love yuna's ass though. maybeee he'd be into rimming? idk i just think the guy likes to use his mouth
SO MUCH PRAISE. this is a leo dating a sagittarius after all lol.
yuna's sex drive is higher than kai's. but i think her sex drive is higher than like most of the people i ship her with.
overall i think they're a cute and sweet pair <3 definitely college au or workplace au coded 🍓
Male Reader x IVE's Kim Gaeul, BabyMonster's Enami Asa, IVE's Jang Wonyoung, aespa's Karina Yoo Jimin, ITZY's Shin Yuna, fromis_9's Baek Jiheon
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Part 1: LUXE: Pink Fantasy
A/N: Pure Smut. This was released on Fanprose yesterday, but I figured to let you guys in Tumblr read it early too! Please do support me on Fanprose <3
Also, part 1 was written close to when I debuted, so the difference in writing styles will be quite jarring. I've been changing after all, 🙂↕️.
“It’s been a while since you’ve come, Sir.”
Asa towers over you. The outline of her puffy folds is stretched tight across the fabric between her thighs — or at least the outline you imagine.
“Did you not like the time we’ve spent together?” Gaeul asks, drawing a small whimper from you with a languid pull. A pull on your cock, of course. There’s nothing else that can make you moan this way—fuck—except maybe the slow push of her hand down your length, or the occasional flick of her small, tantalising tongue swiping whatever bead of liquid sin leaking from your slit.
You’re under a special kind of torture. It reminds you of the ancient water-drip method, only instead of water it’s Asa’s pussy juice. Sweet, glistening nectar that soaks her panties, coalescing on the damp patch, then falls. The drips never stop. You swear the rate is increasing, subtle but steady, as she grows more aroused watching Gaeul play with the meaty stick in her hands. Coupled with the fact that your limbs are locked by imaginary shackles of their words, you’re in utmost anguish that you cannot pull her down and stuff your face full of her pussy the way you’re aching to.
“It’s really interesting, isn’t it?” Asa says, lowering her essence-saturated snatch as she squats down, her wet desirable heat hovering just barely above your nose, smothering you with a thick fog of her filthy mocking stench.
“Sometimes I really wonder why,” Gaeul sighs. She presses her tongue flat on your balls, drawing a broad, slow stroke up the underside of your cock to the tip. Her hands join in, twisting upwards like she’s wringing out a towel. “Care to tell us?”
You let out a helpless grunt as Gaeul toys with your cock, taking her precious time to twist and pump her favourite piece of meat, eagerly extracting out copious amounts of cock juice with a languid smirk.
“I was short on funds,” you manage, your toes curling at the ecstatical pleasure flowing through your body. “I could only affor—”
Asa slams her full weight onto your face, muffling your oh-so-pathetic mouth. She grinds her hips down, stuffing your words right back into your throat, along with the juices that you have been craving since the session began. No, since the first and only time you had them.
“Excuses,” Asa sneers, reaching her hands down, spreading her palms across your body. She roams your entire body, tracing the contours of your chest, fingers dancing around everywhere except the places you want most. Then—
One flick. Two flicks. Each one accompanied with jerks of your hips.
“Needy little boy, aren’t you?”
Asa taunts you, controlling the throbs in your cock with every flick of your nipple-switches. She squeezes them lightly, taking care to pinch it just enough that they’re blushing from the enthralling tease.
“But here’s what we think,” Gaeul coos, exhaling a warm heat over your tip as she whispers your sins. “You’re a fucking liar.”
She takes your cock by the root and slaps it against her own face, punishing herself, or maybe just indulging in the thing she’s been craving — your big, fat, pussy-distending cock. You know she missed this as much as you missed her.
“If you were sooo poor,” Gaeul bubbles, blowing fresh saliva all around over the head and smearing the sex filth around her pouty lips, “you could have saved enough from two months of sessions.” She paints a glossy target of slime around her mouth, marking exactly where she might let your woman-fertilising batter land, if she ever feels gracious.
“Four months. Four months without my mouth wrapped around this delicious cock.” Gaeul whacks your cock on her face, using the tender force to apply a natural shade of blush on her cheek. “Did you like them so much?”
You try to answer, but Asa snaps her hips and drives her cunt harder onto your tongue, sliding your soft muscle between her folds. The only reply you can give is wet slurps and desperate swallows, drinking her juices like it’s the last thing your body needs.
“Fuck, I really missed this cock,” Asa mewls. She pushes Gaeul aside, leans down and stuffs you into her mouth, greedily gobbling all of Gaeul’s spit and mouth filth like it’s the richest sauce on the finest A5 wagyu steak.
Asa’s weight on your face eases a little as she devours your cock, allowing you one desperate, merciful breath. But before you can say anything of semblance, Gaeul circles around and aids, planting her hands on Asa’s hips, forcing the soaked cunt back down onto your mouth again.
“He’s awfully close already,” Gaeul mocks gently, rocking Asa’s hips up and down your small little cunt stabbing tongue. “Should we let him cum?”
Asa muffles around your cock with her lips sealed tight, sliding up and down your swollen length that was inevitably loaded full of cum, courtesy of you two smoking hot mistresses.
“Thought so,” Gaeul whispers against your ear. “Let me ask you this. Do you like those four sluts better than us?”
You shake your head vehemently to deny the accusation, but it conveniently draws out a sudden splash of hot slick as Asa squirts on your face.
“What a pandering answer. Words are empty, my dear boy. Perhaps you should prove it with actions instead.”
She gives Asa’s ass a sharp slap, signalling for her to get off you.
When you’re finally released, your face is stained, your cock is soiled, and both your lungs and you cock pant are panting for mercy — one for air, the other for release. You’re finally allowed a benevolent suspension of pleasurable torture; a foreplay of what’s to come.
Asa and Gaeul walk to the side, sitting down on the lush black couch. They swing one leg over the other, hiding their cunts from view. They rest their heads lazily against the armrests.
“Come in.”
The doors open.
The doors open. Four figures in pink step into the overwhelming red of the room. Four pink ladies that were your sin for each of the last four months. The pink on their bodies is a stark contrast to the overwhelming red of the room, so much so that it seems to offend your two mistresses.
“Since you claim that they aren’t better than us,” Asa says, “you’re going to prove it.”
“H-How?” you stutter.
Wonyoung breaks off from the group, walking straight towards you.
“Don’t you dare cum.”
Asa’s sharp words stab into your ears, popping any thoughts of cumming your brains out today. You look at the two women glaring at you, their red outfits serving to stress their anger.
“Hey, pretty boy~”
Wonyoung drops to her knees between your spread legs, cock at full mast and ever ready to re-experience the wondrous cock sucking you got the last time. The tight, shimmering pink top clings to her milky white skin; her long hair tied into a high ponytail. All for you to yank when she’s gobbling your cock like a whore.
“Did you miss these luscious lips?” Wonyoung teases, pressing her nose to your cock. She pushes her face down, pinning the hard, drooling length against your stomach, letting you leak uselessly into your navel while she inhales your sex scent like she’s starving.
You grunt impatiently, revelling in the dull friction as Wonyoung rubs her face along your shaft like a little kitten in heat. Her big doe eyes look up at you, lips curling into a smiling pout when she feels your shiver.
“I’m going to break you like I did last time, Sir.”
Wonyoung smirks and pulls up a little, letting your cock bob free. She marvels at the meat tower, feeling the heat radiating to her lips with drunken eyes, then descends.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your brain shivers in micro spasms as her soft lips stretch around you and glide down, running over every ridge, treading over every vein.
All the way down, right to the root.
She is exactly as you remember: the best cock-sucker you’ve ever paid for. You know the answer you gave to Gaeul was a lie. Each of the four ladies has her own speciality. But today you cannot disappoint your mistresses.
You cannot cum.
“You can’t cum, okay?” Wonyoung says when she pulls back up. “Make sure you don’t. Otherwise, I’ll be very, very disappointed.”
She gives you a small wink and dives back down, enveloping you with her throat as she takes you deep. Her oesophagus dilates in a manner that’s both restricting and accommodating at the same time — trained from endless years of cocksucking, or a natural born talent, it doesn’t matter.
She’s a cock-guzzling whore of the highest tier.
She violates herself on your length, beating the voice box hidden deep within her throat. She punches out wet garbles and pounds out glugs out from her own throat, swirling her tongue over the head every time she rises for a breath. Within moments her mouth-slop has already flooded your entire cock, flowing down your balls, cascading over your inner thighs. She scrubs the walls of her throat with your cock like she’s brushing her teeth, trying to replace every drop of her saliva with your precum. She knows that’s impossible, but she continues nonetheless.
Her cock blowing is mind blowing, to say the least.
Your hands twitch instinctively to grab her head, but you force them still. You will not help her make you cum.
Asa and Gaeul have already stood and walked over.
“Feeling good, aren’t you?” Asa asks. “Bet you wish you could dump everything down this cock-whore’s throat.”
Wonyoung keeps working her mouth on your cock, bobbing her throat-fucks onto you like the cum disallowing warning earlier never existed. Her anti-smudge makeup is already failing; pinkish-red gloss smears across the skin around her lips.
“How amusing, pretty boy,” Gaeul says from behind Wonyoung. She bends forward and grabs Wonyoung’s ponytail by the end, wrapping it twice around her fist.
She yanks it hard.
Wonyoung’s head is ripped off your cock. You groan disappointingly at the sudden loss of heat. You hear her gasp for air, hands clawing for you again, but Gaeul pulls her high, holding her head up like a toy.
“Tell us the truth,” Gaeul growls. “Or we walk out right now and leave you like this.”
You shake your head and refuse to say anything. You know that if you do, the entire carefully built lie will collapse.
“Then I guess we’ll just make you cum.”
Gaeul nods at Asa. Asa steps in and settles beside Wonyoung. She grabs her head with both hands and forces it back down hard, impressing her onto your cock. Asa treats Wonyoung’s head like a useless piece of ball, grinding it on you, letting you plunge deeper into her throat, deeper than Wonyoung ever managed on her own.
Gaeul yanks the ponytail up; Asa slams it back down. They repeat this with ease, using Wonyoung’s skull like a sleeve.
Glug. Glurk. Gluck.
The red room fills with the wet, choked music of a throat being ruined. Wonyoung’s face is already destroyed. Her mascara and lipstick have long been smeared into a black-and-red mask as her throat continues to be brutalised, mixing together to form a colour of addiction and contentment. Snot, saliva and tears are wrenched out in explosive bursts, spraying messily all around. Asa wipes them across her face with one hand while the other keeps her gullet plugged to the hilt, as if the cock itself can protect her from further degradation.
Clurk. Gluck. Clrk. Qwark. Glug.
Consonants of Gs become Cs and Qs.
You try to hold on. You try so hard.
But the sight of her ruined face, the relentless wet, sloppy heat of her convulsing, the way Gaeul and Asa controls and abuses Wonyoung’s head, turning her into nothing but a toy — it breaks you.
Your cock swells violently, and a broken, helpless sound tears out of you.
“Ah—fuck—I’m—”
You try to pinch your thighs, hoping that the sharp pain will reset your cum meter, but it’s too late.
The first thick pulse fires straight down Wonyoung’s violated throat. Then another. And another. You cum so uncontrollably hard, and it’s so equally wanted and unwanted. Asa and Gaeul keeps her head locked in place, forcing her to take every spurt while she gags and swallows like the champion she claims to be. A failed champion, she is, because it ultimately overflows, cum and spit pouring from the corners of her mouth and running down your balls as your two mistresses hold her there until her throat wrings and milks the last weak twitch out of you.
The Failed Cock Sucking Champion taps on your thigh for mercy as your cock asphyxiates her, and only then do your mistresses let her pull off. Wonyoung collapses backwards, coughing out chokes and some of your cum, but she quickly swipes it back into her greedy mouth with her hands and tongue. Her face is a glistening wreck, looking up at you with blood-tinged watery eyes and a dazed, filthy smile.
Asa wipes a stray drop of cum from her own wrist and looks at you in disgust.
“Well,” she says softly. “So much for don’t you dare cum”.
Gaeul pushes Wonyoung to the side and shoos her off, before squatting beside your face. “Tell us. Did you lie?”
You cover your eyes with your hand, chest heaving as you try to recover.
“I did,” you confess. “I wanted to know how good the other girls were. If they were as good as you two, then—”
“Then what?” Asa probes, giving grabbing your cock. She motions for Karina to step over.
“Then I could have more… choices,” you mutter. “I can’t be fucking only you both every time I—”
Gaeul smashes her lips down onto yours, kissing you deep. You’re taken by surprise from her sudden affection, and be it love or lust, you swirl your tongue around hers, slurping her saliva as you drink. You feel her slide something down your throat.
“What was that?” you ask as Karina settles between your legs.
“A pill,” Gaeul admits, pulling away from you. “You’ll be here the entire night after all. We can’t have you running out of steam and cum before we thoroughly fuck you up.”
Karina lifts your lower body up and slides herself underneath. Her upper chest stays between your inner thighs, those same voluptuous breasts that melted your mind now resting around your stupid cock.
“Are you both mad at me?” you ask.
“A little,” Asa says. giving your cock a small kiss before passing it to Karina. “It was more of disappointment. We treated you so well during our first session together, letting you leash and control us as pets. But you didn’t even come back once.”
Gaeul takes a bottle of oil and moves beside Karina, tipping it onto her chest.
“I know you said that signing up for this package was a misclick,” Gaeul says, drenching Karina’s chest with more oil. “But we’ll make you regret that you never chose us earlier.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Karina says, rubbing her clothed tits, spreading the oil all around her covered mounds. “Be sorry that you aren’t working hard enough to earn more money.”
The oil seeps through the pink fabric, making it semi-transparent. You watch the cloth turn translucent, clinging to her skin like a layer of pink cellophane begging to be peeled.
“Make sure to cum lots, our little pretty boy~” Gaeul smiles and licks your ear.
“Only then, will you be forgiven for your sins,” Asa says, giving your shameless cock a playful smack before backing off.
You give a brief nod.
“Focus on the tit queen, boy~” Karina mewls, pressing her chest forward.
Your attention snaps back to her as her soft breasts envelope your still-recovering length, the cool yet oily fabric wrapping around. You watch as she digs her fingers into her flesh, gripping her tits tight, kneading them like dough. Gaeul continues to pour oil onto her soaked breasts, and you can see the dark shadows of her nipples jutting through the bright pink cellophane. The shiny liquid covers the already slick fabric with a fresh layer of gloss, flowing down the deep valley between them. The cloth stretches and shines with every exaggerated movement she makes.
You shiver at the way she’s caressing you, and your cock is growing rapidly hard by the moment.
“I’m the best, you know,” Karina says, gathering both oil-slick mounds. She curves her palm around the contours of her breast, showing you how perfectly round and heavy they are, before spreading them wide. You've become impossibly hard, obscenely shiny under the red lights. Before you know it, she squishes her tits around your length, lifts them, and drops them around you cock with a soft, wet sound.
“How could you ever choose other ladies when all you can get is right here?” she taunts. Her pillowy, heavy flesh wrapped in the slippery, translucent pink fabric begins bouncing on your cock, engulfing you in cool yet overwhelming heat. “Look at all of the rest, such meagre tits as compared to these.”
She presses her body forward, forcing the meat pillows closer, and the combination of the oil and soaked cloth creates a filthy, perfect tunnel. You watch your cock disappear between the gleaming mounds.
You’re the same as usual, hips twitching involuntarily, chasing after the bare minimum effort that Karina is giving. It’s really hard to deny your submission to pleasure. Most men in this situation would just have their minds melted, and you, you are most men. You are not one of God's strongest soldiers. Perfect face, perfect tits, perfect amount of sass. You groan and beg for more, feeling how the temperature around your cock has risen slightly from the minute amount of friction.
“There we go,” Karina sighs, already sounding breathless. “You’re right back at where your cock should belong. Who the fuck cares about the price? Come back to me every single time, and I’ll give you discounts so that I can milk this cock dry. My cock.”
She starts to move slightly faster.
She lifts her chest and drags the soft fabric up your shaft, swallowing the flushed, swollen head of your cock. Your entire root is exposed to the cool air for moment, but she slides it back down quick, burying you in a hot, squishy, smouldering prison. One that you never want to escape from. Your throbbing head peeks out from the top of her cleavage, shiny and dripping.
It’s a trap. A tit-fucking trap. One that you’ve already fallen into and can’t escape. The mind-ending shlick sounds get squeezed out with every stroke, and Karina keeps the same teasing pace, offering nothing more than a dull but perfect tit job. She giggles at how your body writhes for more, and she teases you a little, bouncing a little harder just to make the wet noise louder.
“Aww, listen to that. Your cock is making such dirty sounds between my tits. It’s such a naughty little boy.” She leans down to give your slit a punishing swipe, tasting the precum that’s leaking out. “You’re leaking so much. Does it feel good, my pretty boy?”
You nod and confess in gasps.
“These tits are the most expensive ones you’ll ever see and feel,” she coos, speeding up a little more. Your cock is burning now from the friction of her bouncing rubs. “But just for you, I’ll make them the cheapest you get to book.”
“Over. And. Over.”
Karina slams her breasts down with every word, making your back arch off the ground from the pleasurable force.
Gaeul crawls over and tips another stream of oil onto the upper slopes of Karina’s breasts, letting it run into the deep valley, keeping everything dripping wet. You hear soft moans coming from the side and turn your head to see. It's Wonyoung. She has pulled her tight little outfit up towards her waist, fingers digging into her small little cunt, curling and twisting inside herself. Her head falls back in pleasure, getting off on the sight of how your cute, fat cock is getting manhandled by soft, fleshy mountains.
Karina indulges in how she's pampering your cock, speeding up her tit pumps. Her mountains jiggle and bounce with every stroke, and the head of your cock keeps popping free at the top, looking all shiny and desperate only for it to be swallowed again a whole second later.
“You're louder than last time,” Karina teases. She sounds so syrupy and playful, coaxing you with a little devilish grin. “I can feel every little throb.”
You try to speak, but every cock-smothering drop just stuffs the words right back into your throat.
“Every time I squeeze, your cock begs for more. How cute,” she grins. “Go on. Messy boy. Clingy boy. Be my Begging boy.”
“Please… need—” you stutter. Karina grinds her boobs and cuts you off.
“Need what?” she coos, slowing down until her breasts slide agonisingly slow. “Use your words properly, pretty boy. These big, slutty cow tits are listening~”
“Skin… please, I need to feel them… raw…”
Karina’s eyes light up greedily, satisfied with your answer. But despite your begging, she doesn't change anything. She keeps stroking at that painful pace, dragging and pushing with that delicious slowness. With a happy little hum, she begins to jiggle them.
“Awww, poor boy begging for my raw skin. Do you really want it that much?” She releases your cock and grabs it, slapping the tip on her nipple.
You nod fervently, looking as needy as possible. Your cock has that inexplicable itch that needs a more intense scrub, but Karina still isn’t giving you what you want.
Finally done playing, she lets go of your cock, hooking her fingers under the hem of her top. She pulls it upward and forward, creating a tight little gap between the cloth and her flesh. Gaeul takes the chance to pour more oil, letting it soak through and form a thin slick layer.
Karina looks at you and smirks, before guiding your cock underneath the material so that the shaft presses directly against her bare skin. The translucent cloth stretches tightly over the top of your cock, firmly holding it in place.
The difference is devastating.
Naked heat on the underside of your cock. Cool wet fabric on the upper side. She slides your cock to the side, letting it glide towards her nipple. You shiver hard. She rubs the head against her small nub, teasing the sensitive little region that makes you bite your lower lip.
“How is it?” Karina asks, but both you and her know that it’s a redundant question. She gets an answer immediately from the way your mind surrenders. Pushing your cock back between the valley of her breasts, she begins pumping properly. Every downward stroke swallows you into the scorching soft valley. Her clothes aid in fastening her breasts tightly around you, making the already mind-jumbling tit job even more intense.
“It's the best,” you grunt, watching how your cock fucks into her breasts. You watch your tip punch and bulge the top of her clothes, darkening the pink fabric further with your leaking juice. The stained patch spreads as Karina works your needy cock, making it cry in tears of precum.
“Look at you~” Karina breathes, staring down with pure, unadulterated obsession. “You're poking out so prettily. Can you see? You look so fucking hard.”
She slaps her tits aggressively on your groin, trying her hardest to make you leak more.
“Look at how much you're leaking. You’re sliding so deep, pumping so well between my tit sleeve.” Karina opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, letting her drool fall to supplement the oil slick. “These tits are just toys for my pretty boy. A pair of big, heavy, slutty toys that exist only to make tit-greedy-sluts like you cum.”
She bounces her tits harder now, letting the heavy bare flesh under the cloth jiggle and slap together softly while your cock slides between them.
“Messy boy. Needy boy. Pretty boy. Useless boy.”
Karina repeats the words like a mantra, calling you names that make your cock twitch uncontrollably.
“Do you want me to make my tits cheap for you?” She mocks, watching you begin to thrust your hips. Little aborted jerks that plunge and chase for the soft heat, taking what little control you can just so you can get more pleasure.
Your words are failing you.
“F-fuck… Karina… I can't, it's too—”
“Too good?” she finishes for you, laughing softly as she squeezes tighter and speeds up. “Don't you feel like cumming your brains out? I’ve made so many boys cum just like this. But you? You’re special.” She bends her head down and bubbles saliva out of her mouth, letting your blunt, clothed cockhead pop the bubbles. “You’re my special boy. The one and only. And you know what special boys get? They get every single drop of cum milked out by this humongous cow tits.”
Asa moves.
She steps in and grabs that already-stretched neckline with both hands, ripping it open with one sharp tear. The fabric splits down the middle and peels away, leaving Karina’s heavy breasts bare, exposing everything.
Karina gasps at the sudden exposure, shivering with a soft mewl as she feels the cool air hits her tits. She keeps pumping your cock, making sure to squeeze even tighter now that you can see everything without obstruction. Her nipples bounce up and down rapidly before your eyes, blurring into dark brown vertical strips.
You’re hypnotised.
Your cock is utterly drenched in oil and saliva, its head decorated with spit bubbles of different sizes. Precum leaks endlessly out from your eager slit, crying as Karina flicks the tip of her tongue across it, tasting your sin.
She grabs Karina by the head and presses her down, stuffing her lips onto your cockhead. Karina latches tightly, moaning shamelessly as she forms a secure seal around the crown, pumping her breasts as her tongue flicks and swirls over the slit. Muffled, euphoric sex sounds spill out of her, and she loosens her lips every now and then just to taunt you.
“Can you feel it, pretty boy—slhrup slucrk—my raw slutty tits sliding all over—pwarrp pfwwup—your cock—swruup spluffp—you taste so fucking good I want you—pfwoofp pwuffup—to be my personal tit pumping slut—”
Karina keeps blowing saliva and bubbles, flicking that damned tongue without stopping. Your control is gone. Your hips jerk uncontrollably, and broken sounds keep spilling out of you. Your cock throbs violently between her breasts as you spew out moans amidst words.
“You’re not going to last any more, aren’t you?” Karina lifts off your tip and begs. “You’re going to cum all over these tits. I want it. I need it. Cover me. Make these cheap tits your cum-rags.”
“I—I’m gonna—Karina—can’t hold—”
“Then don’t.” Karina breaks character completely, turning into an obsessed whore. Hearts fill her eyes as she speeds up, pressing her tits together as tightly as possible, and she strokes so fast that it feels like her tits are vibrating on you.
“Cum for me. Cum for the tit queen. Give it to me right now. Paint them. Make them filthy.”
The orgasm shreds your sanity.
You cum so hard as if it’s your first time tonight, launching thick ropes one after another. You rain an assault of white viscous cum that’s as hot as lava, painting her tits and the upper slopes of her bare breasts. You can’t stop clenching, not when Karina refuses to stop pumping. Your cum flows into her cleavage as she keeps bouncing them intensely, smudging and smearing it all around your pulsing cock. She moans in awe, like she’s the one receiving the pleasure.
“Yes—yes—yes—more—” Her eyes light up at the sight, laughing like she’s getting high. “—all over me—good boy—keep going—give these tits everything—”
She doesn’t stop until the last weak spurts have been wrung out of you. Your cock is reduced into a foamy mess, shiny, oversensitive, but still raging. Karina looks down at the thick white streaks that didn’t flow and get scrubbed around your cock. She scoops them up with her fingers and licks, tasting with an appreciative hum, then glances up back at you with a dazed, utterly satisfied smile.
“You’re still raring to go. Fancy another one with my pussy?”
“Fuck off,” Jiheon says, tearing Karina off you. “It’s my turn.”
Karina laughs heartily and gives your cock one last kiss before crawling to the side.
“He’s all yours, Heonnie~”
Jiheon stands over you. You look up at her with half-opened eyes, panting heavily.
“Daddy~ did you miss me?”
You manage a half-grunt, not even sure what it means. The only thing left in your head is the incredibly raw horniness surging through your blood and the angry throb of your cock because it's stripped of any sex filth.
“Settle down, Jiheon,” Gaeul says, curling her finger at the cute girl.
Jiheon pouts but obeys, approaching her.
“It’s been a while, but this time you don’t get to choose. Kneel.”
You watch in mild confusion as Gaeul orders Jiheon. Asa does the same to Yuna.
“Let’s pick things up a notch, shall we?” Asa says. She pulls out a red leash and tosses it to Gaeul, before taking another for herself. Within seconds, they buckle the collar snug around both girl’s throats, letting the soft metallic clicks snap into place.
“On all fours,” Asa orders.
Both girls drop instantly, palms pressed flat against the floor, head raised high as they look up at their mistresses. Their eyes are already hazy with expectation; their panties damp with arousal from the way you were worked by both their colleagues.
Asa gives Jiheon’s leash a light tug. Gaeul does the same with Yuna. They turn and begin walking them slowly around the red room in loose, disorganised paths, pulling them along like personal playthings. Their knees and palms shuffle softly against the floor, and their thighs are already streaking with their wetness, dragging thin glistening trails with every step. Their needs and desperation are traced along every step they take. Your cock drools at the sight, watching how their pink panties cling to their greedy pussies, dark wet patches already spread between their thighs.
Gaeul stops in her walk and glances over her shoulder at you.
“Choose,” she says. “Which pet do you want to play with first?”
“Me pl—”
Asa yanks on Yuna’s leash, choking her shut.
“Silent. Pets don’t get to speak unless they’re allowed to.”
Your heart skips at the ruthlessness, but your cock twitches in satisfaction. Your eyes lock on Jiheon as she settles into a small, cute kitten pose, watching how her hips roll and the way her breasts hang as she rubs her cheek on Gaeul’s leg. She keeps giving you needy little glances, glassy eyes begging for your attention.
“Jiheon.” You relent.
“An apt choice,” Gaeul replies approvingly, smiling as she hands you the red leash. She sneers lightly at Yuna. “A good, deserving punishment for the useless pet over there.”
The moment the leash settles in your palm, Jiheon breaks into a wide smile. She lets out a tiny, broken sound of relief and crawls towards you without instruction. She presses her cheek against your thigh, caressing you like a cat seeking affection. You watch her gaze take in the sight of your purplish swollen cockhead, but she holds herself resolute. She controls herself.
“Such a good pet,” Gaeul says, squatting down to stroke her hair. “Treat her well.” Gaeul takes your hand and guides it to Jiheon’s ass, giving you an approving smirk.
You nod and get up, pulling Jiheon up onto the padding. You turn her around and push her shoulders down until her face is pressed onto the floor, ass raised high. Her pussy is already glistening, soft folds puffy and ready.
Marvelous.
An utter dedication of devotion, her pussy communicates.
You place your hands on her ass cheeks and spread them, watching the sticky folds pull apart with a gentle stlck.
Filthy.
A smouldering pyre of desire, her cunt craves.
You push your nose in and inhale, smelling how her insides emanate a musky stench with squelching squeks.
“Daddy…” Jiheon whimpers, feeling your hands roaming her peaches and your nose buried into her pussy. “Please. I’ve been so good. Everyone else got your cum. I need it inside me. Breed me. Use your little pet’s pussy.”
You drink in her scent, feeling how her pussy squeeze drops of her wetness into your nostrils. She clenches erratically, shaking uncontrollably as your dart your tongue out for a few occasional licks.
It is time to feast.
You begin lapping and licking, drinking her essence with voracious hunger. She shakes and trembles and moans and mewls as you eat her out, her pussy squeezing and clenching without stop, wringing out her own litre of juices to feed into your dehydrated body. Jiheon bites her lower lip, trying to hold her own moans in, but your devious little ego needs crying like an animal.
Asa smirks and reads your mind, moving to help out. Help both of you out, in fact. She grabs you by the scalp and shoves your face deeper, making sure you thoroughly devour Jiheon.
A scrubbing brush, your new identity. Asa seems obsessed with head-pushing tonight: first forcing Wonyoung and Karina onto your cock, now forcing your face into Jiheon’s snatch. She uses you like a tool, grinding and shaking your head vigorously to scrape Jiheon’s oyster, cleaning its endless expunging filth with shlurps and sfwuhps. She sighs languidly, as if admiring the sight hoping to purge the horniness within Jiheon. But it's obviously all a ruse, because Jiheon’s pussy only answers with more heat, more squelches, more disgustingly mind-addicting stench and wetness.
Your senses are on fire. Your face is burning with a corroding inferno of whatever Asa is pushing you into, and you desperately need to put it out the only way it makes sense.
Squirt.
You need to make Jiheon squirt and shower you with gallons of her cute kitty cum. You aren't even sure who the real animal is at this point. Her, subjected to her carnal desires, or you, subjected to your carnal desires. Fuck. You're thinking the same thing. It has to be her stupidity-invoking juices that you can't to stop gulping. You swear you've already consumed a gallon.
Jiheon cums.
Her pussy releases a crashing tide of equally hot stupidity-invoking liquid that does nothing to douse your ever-growing libido. Her walls clenches without stop around your mouth. Asa does not stop either, forcing you to thoroughly work her wetter than dry.
You are only slightly satisfied.
It is time to feed her lips. You ready yourself and drag the head of your sausage up and down her soaked folds, coating it with whatever sex sauce to make it tastier. You push in. Her heat swallows you immediately, engulfing you with a tight, fluttering, and scorching heat that feels like it will char you. Jiheon moans like she’s been fed with pleasure, back arching hard from the thick sausage intrusion.
“Yes—Daddy, you’re sooo deep—move, please move. Fuck your breeding kitty.”
Moans and demands spill out from Jiheon even before you begin thrusting, but who are you to deny her, or even deny yourself the pleasure of pumping? So? You start humping. Deep, solid plunges that make her soft ass ripple every time your hips clash with it. One hand stays wrapped in her leash; the other grips her shoulder, keeping her head pulled back just enough to fold her into a letter.
𝒜.
Except that she only becomes a full, filled 𝒜 when you thrust your thick horizontal cock into her. She’s taking you so perfectly, body bent into a prime feline sex toy, letting you slap her skin with rabid quick pumps. You bring your hand down hard on her right cheek.
Crack.
Jiheon cries out, pussy clenching greedily around you.
“Again—please Daddy, mark me. Spank your needy little cumdump. Fill me up.”
The first strike was an experiment, the second was coerced. Gaeul kneels by your side, whispering all the dirty things she wants to you to do.
“We’ve already explained this package to you. Red. Ravenous Red. In Pink Fantasy we grace you with pink. Pink walls, pink outfits, pink pussies. But here, you make them red. Choke their throats till their eyes turn bloodshot. Nibble their nipples until they blush. Smack their cheeks until you make them burn. Brutalise their holes until they swell and break.”
You obey. Alternate cheeks, firm and rhythmic, watching the pink skin deepen into red as handprints bloom across her skin. Each slap makes her walls squeeze tighter. She starts pushing back to meet every thrust, her sanity dissolving into continuous, high-pitched begging that’s appropriate for needy kittens.
“Harder—deeper—I want to feel you in my womb—breed me, Daddy—pump me full until it’s leaking down my thighs—I’ve been empty all night—please use this pussy like it belongs to you—”
You lean down to her ear and growl.
“Like? So you don’t belong to me?”
“That’s not—”
“Shush,” Gaeul soothes with an intimidating calmness. “Shut up and take your Daddy’s fat cock.”
Jiheon clamps her mouth shut. You fuck her in short, punishing strokes, grinding against her cervix on every thrust. Your free hand slides under to rub her clit in tight circles, then deliver firm little slaps that make the swollen nub redden. Jiheon’s arms give out, and she collapses onto her elbows, ass raised obediently high as she takes everything you’re giving.
“I’m close—Daddy I’m so so so close—but I don’t want to cum until you breed me—hold it—fill me first—I need to feel everything—please—”
Your own orgasm grows fast, stacked on top of everything that came before. You dig your fingers into her hips and paint red bruises, slamming into her one last time before you bury into her and cum.
You splatter white, heavy cum that floods her pussy, shooting her until she screams. Her walls convulse wildly around you, milking every drop as her pussy sucks you dry. You grind your cum into her, pounding her through her orgasm until it forces its way out through bubbling gaps around your cock.
Even after the last pulse have been squeezed out from your cock (it’ll be refilled soon), you don’t pull free. You stay buried and keep moving, thrusting your pestle-cock into her mortar-cunt, churning your own cum inside her with every heavy pound.
Jiheon? She sobs in overstimulated bliss, legs shaking.
“Daddy’s still going… still using his messy little hole… thank you… thank you—”
From the side, Yuna can no longer stay still. She crawls forward until her shoulder presses against your thigh. She paws up your naked body, licking the sweat like it's salt paradise. Her tongue draws a slow line up your neck and swirls it around your earlobe.
“Please—” Yuna begs. She grinds her wet panties on your thighs, humping you pathetically. “I’ve also been so patient. I also want you, Master. Please, just give me a turn—I’ll be so good—”
You ignore her and keep pumping into Jiheon’s creampied pussy, watching fresh cum drip out with every thrust. You're enamoured by the way her reddish-pink puffy folds hug your cock; coupled with the white cream coating your length, it looks almost like a sweet, filthy ma-cum-ron.
And Yuna? Fuck Yuna (not yet). She makes a frustrated cry and presses closer, nuzzling at your hip, but you refuse to stop.
Gaeul watches for a moment longer, then reaches for a thick red strap-on resting on a nearby tray. She steps into the harness with ease, buckling it snug around her hips. She walks around to Jiheon’s head, takes the leash from your hand, and wraps it around her fist.
“Open,” Gaeul says softly.
Jiheon opens. Gaeul feeds the strap-on between her lips and pushes forward until the girl’s nose is pressed to her pelvis.
“Don’t stop,” Gaeul says, grinning at you. “Use her with me.”
You both start moving.
You keep fucking Jiheon’s cum-filled pussy from behind in deep, steady strokes, rocking her body forward into Gaeul. She grabs on to the leash, controlling the depth and rhythm of Jiheon’s throat pussy, filling the room with a rhythmic track of wet, choked gags. Each pump into her pussy makes sticky squwacks, every pull out has her pussy vacuuming you tight with relentless fwarps.
Slick streams down Gaeul's thighs from face-fucking Jiheon, claiming her throat in a glorious spitroast. Asa stands nearby, arms crossed, occasionally reaching down to twist one of Jiheon’s nipples or slap her already-red ass hard enough to make her jolt between the two of you.
Yuna is left alone, watching.
Jiheon becomes a wrecked, drooling mess in minutes, as if she wasn't already. Mascara runs. Spit pour from the corners of her mouth. Your earlier load has been churned into frothy white cream that leaks steadily down her thighs with every thrust.
You’re chasing your second serving of ma-cum-ron. You lose track of how long you both use her. Eventually Gaeul pulls the strap-on free with a wet pop, letting Jiheon gasp and cough, a thick string of spit still connecting her swollen lips to the dildo. You give her pussy a few final, deep thrusts, then cum again, before slowly pulling out. A heavy gush of cum follows, pouring out and pooling beneath her. Her pussy is left open, decorated with stiff white peaks that look almost like meringue.
Jiheon collapses onto her side, trembling and thoroughly used, face a ruined mask of spit and tears. She looks up at you with glassy, blissed-out eyes and manages a tiny, sex-drunk smile.
“Thank you, Daddy…”
Yuna is still on her knees. She stares at the mess between Jiheon’s legs with open, desperate hunger, breathing hard.
“Is it my turn?” Yuna asks.
Asa gives Yuna’s leash a short tug, forcing her to look up. “Your turn is now,” Asa says calmly. “But there will be rules.”
“R-Rules?” Yuna asks uneasily.
Asa tugs Yuna’s leash and forces her to crawl closer until she's kneeling right beside the puddle of cum still leaking from Jiheon’s pussy. As expected of the face-presser today, Asa crouches and grabs Yuna’s hair, pressing it down into the mess.
“You're really a bad, bad pet,” Asa laments, making Yuna feed and lap your cum off the floor. “What did I say about permission?”
Yuna’s eyes widen at the rough handling, but the scent and taste of your cum override everything. She slurps it off the floor instinctively, savouring the sweet-salty flavour before diving straight into Jiheon’s still-open pussy for more.
“Listen carefully,” Asa says. “You only get one choice. His cock in one hole. The other two will be filled with fat plastic toys. Choose.”
“Pus—”
“I want her ass,” you cut in. “I need to fucking stretch that lousy hole so wide until she can only think of anything except my cock.”
Asa’s lips curve into a small, satisfied smirk.
“But—”
“Shut up, pet. You heard your Master.”
Asa reaches to the side and picks up a special dual harness. It's something with a thick realistic dildo that's mounted below a wide cock-ring. She tosses it to you.
“Put it on. Have you used it before?”
You shake your head.
“Your cock goes through the ring then into her ass. The lower one fills her pussy at the same time. This way, she doesn’t get to feel empty anywhere.”
You nod and step into the harness, before sliding your pill-enabled throbbing cock into the cock ring.
“Present,” Asa orders.
Yuna turns and lowers her body, pressing her tits flat onto the ground. Her hands reaches back and spread her ass cheeks wide.
“Stupid pet,” Asa sneers. “Your panties are still on.’
She digs two fingers into the triangular cloth covering her pussy and rips it open, leaving a torn hole that exposes her tight, twitching cunt that has been waiting all night.
“So empty, aren't you?” Asa mocks.
Yuna nods impatiently, making whimpering sounds. She knows better than to speak and risk angering Asa further.
Push.
The tight ring resists for many seconds, You watch her fingers shake as you force your blunt, leaking tip against it, watching how her stubborn hole refuse entry. The ring squeezes even tighter, pushing out muted words of nooo-you-can’t-do-this and only-things-can-come-out-not-go-in, but your ass-destroying cock prevails. It yields under the pressure and generous salivary lube that Asa is constantly supplying, and the tip finally breaches the Great Wall of Yunass with a soft pop. Adjusting is a privilege for good pets, and Yuna is nothing but one. So you sink in without waiting, feeling every inch of her ass stretch and grip around you. At the same time the lower dildo presses against her pussy, sliding home in one barely smooth thrust.
Yuna’s entire body jolts
“Fuuuuck—both—both at once—” Her voice cracks into a high, shrill moan. “Master’s cock in my ass and that thick toy stretching my pussy—it’s so full—I can’t—”
She can, and she will.
You start moving, sending deep, impactful, ass-gaping, pussy-dilating thrusts in perfect sync. The dual sensation is insane for both you and Yuna. Tight, hot pressure around your shaft, and the knowledge that her other hole is stretched and open at the same time?
Fuck me, you think. But no, you fuck Yuna first. Fuck Yuna hard. Fuck Yuna up. You grab her lower back and pull them towards you, folding her inwards like a flip phone. Her holes take the consecutive double strokes with loud, shameless cries as you punch her insides, rearranging her orderly guts into an entangled mess.
“Harder—” she screams. “Please harder—use my holes—ruin my holes—”
Asa steps forward and yanks the leash. She lies down with her own fake cock already buckled, facing up into Yuna’s noisy face. She presses the tip against Yuna’s lips.
“Open. You're too noisy. I’m not leaving any hole empty.”
Yuna opens for another scream as you give a particularly deep and hard thrust, but it is instantly muffled and stuffed back into her as Asa jams her head down. Yuna’s throat is filled to the end, but she's obviously not as good as cock-sucking as the champion Wonyoung.
Her face bursts into red, tears exploding from her eyes, saliva finding nowhere to go other than exiting through her nostrils as her mouth can't open that wide.
Asa doesn’t care. She fucks Yuna’s face onto her cock while you violate both lower holes, making the wet glucks spew endlessly out of her wrecked orifice.
You both settle into a powerful pace, savouring the long strokes that make Yuna’s ass ripple every time your hips clap against it; the dildo smoothly disappearing completely into her cunt.
Red. Ravenous red. You remember Gaeul’s words amidst Yuna’s ass destruction. You spanked Jiheon, so you must also bless Yuna’s ass the same way.
Crack.
Yuna moans around the dildo, the sound muffled and desperate. You spank her again, and again, and again watching the soft flesh jiggle and redden while you keep double-penetrating her without mercy. Her spit runs down the dildo and drips onto Asa. Her pussy juices and the lube from her ass mix into a shiny mess that coats your thighs.
“Look at you. So fucking stuffed full. You know what you should call yourself?”
Asa taunts and wait for an answer.
“Oh right, I forgot you can't.” She presses hard again, forcing another sticky burst of snot from Yuna’s nose. “I think you should be called a bin.”
She pulls Yuna’s head up to give her a merciful breather, but it's just a chance for her to verbally abuse her further.
“What are you?”
Yuna gasps and wheezes, smiling crazily.
“A bin. A trash bin. I’m yours and Master’s trassh bin. Please fill me up so fucking full. Load me up with—”
Asa crashes her head back down before she can finish.
You speed up. You plough her ass and pussy without restraint. Fuck. You're running out of unique descriptive words. No matter. What matters is that spit, lube and pussy juices are flying everywhere. What’s important is that Yuna’s legs are starting to shake; her barely-qualified muffled moans are turning into continuous high-pitched dampened squeals.
“You’re close,” Asa observes, still hammering her throat. “Hold it. Don't you dare cum before your Master.”
Yuna whimpers around the toy but nods as best she can. You feel the desperate fluttering of her walls — both the tight ring of her ass and the stuffed pussy below — trying to obey. You keep driving into her, still spanking sharp, rhythmic cracks across her ass.
She disobeys and cums first. Her first clench sends you over too. You bury to the hilt and unload, flooding deep into her ass, right to the intestines. Her holes spasm and milk you but you keep grinding through it, forcing all your cum into her (you're truly empty) until you grow dizzy.
You fall backwards onto Gaeul’s soft embrace, cock sliding out of Yuna’s ass with a wet plok. Your vision turns hazy, but you can see the clear white waterfall cascading down her thighs.
Gaeul looks down at you with a gentle smile, caressing your flushed, sticky face.
“Done already? The night isn’t over yet though… You're going to need to last longer.”
She leans forward and kisses you again, sliding another pill into your mouth. Within minutes, you're hard as fuck again, balls overheating as they churn out fresh ammunition.
Time stops mattering. The red lights buzz like the ones in the Backrooms. The air grows thicker with the smell of oil, sweat, sex and fresh cum. Every time your cock starts to soften, one of them presses another small white pill past your lips. Gaeul’s elegant fingers, Asa’s colder ones, sometimes even from atop Karina’s soft breasts or Wonyoung’s mean little smirk. Within minutes the heat floods back through your veins like liquid fire, forcing you hard and aching again no matter how many times you’ve already emptied yourself.
They take turns. Then they stop taking turns.
You fold Wonyoung in half on her back, knees pinned beside her ears, and drive into her so deep the thick outline of your cock punches visible, moving dents through the soft skin of her lower belly with every thrust. She stares down at the bulge with ruined mascara and a broken, ecstatic smile, moaning,
“Harder—make it show through my stomach— ruin my fucking guts—I want to see your cock moving under my skin when you cum—”
You flood her until the bulge twitches with every pulse and white cream leaks out around the base.
Karina ends up face-down, ass high and already red from earlier spanks. You and Gaeul take turns stretching her ass open, sometimes squeezing two cocks into her shithole at once. By the third load, her ass stays gaped, turning into a dark, shiny, ruined tunnel that refuses to close. She reaches back with both hands, pulls her cheeks wide, and begs in a ruined voice, “Look at what you did to me… it’s ruined… it won’t close anymore… keep using your gaped little cumdump… pour more in…”
Jiheon is rolled onto her back and made to raise both arms above her head. You bury your face in one soft armpit while you fuck her, licking and sucking the smooth, faintly salty skin until it’s shiny with spit, then switching to the other side. She whimpers and laughs at the same time, “Daddy’s licking my pits while he uses my pussy… it feels so dirty… don’t stop… mark them… make both of them smell like your tongue…”
Yuna becomes everyone's favourite surface. After seeking Asa’s permission to break the “ass-only” rule, you lay her flat on the floor like a living cum table, using every part of her thoroughly. You fuck her throat until her eyes water, slide between her tits, bury yourself in her pussy, then her ass, and every time you come close, you aim across her stomach, her breasts, her face, her open tongue. Load after load lands on her until her entire body is coated in thick, drying streaks of white. She lies there obediently, tongue out, whispering, “More… cover me more… make me unrecognisable… I’m your cum table tonight…”
Between the heavier rounds the four of them arrange themselves around you in a formation that feels almost ritualistic.
Yuna lying between your legs, soft lips parted and waiting for your cock. Wonyoung kneels on your left, Karina on your right. Jiheon straddles your face, and kisses your cock, all while lowering her still-dripping pussy onto your mouth so all you can taste is her and the faint mix of earlier loads.
Four pairs of lips close around your length at the same time.
They move in perfect, cruel synchrony. Slow, wet, upward strokes of their lips from base to tip, then back down again. Tongues dragging, spit trailing in long glistening strings. Yuna sucks the head whenever they go up. Wonyoung and Karina work opposite sides of the shaft, lips sliding and kissing and occasionally meeting in the middle over your cock. Jiheon grinds her pussy slowly across your tongue, forcing you to eat her while the everyone edge you with nothing but their mouths.
They keep you there for what feels like eternity.
Every time your cock swells and your hips start to tremble, they slow to an agonising crawl or pull off completely, leaving you throbbing and shiny in the cool air while they whisper against the wet skin.
“Not yet, pretty boy…”
“We’re going to keep this cock on the edge until you can’t think…”
“Look how much you’re leaking just from our lips…”
“Daddy’s being so patient while we play with what’s ours…”
They spit on you in turn. They pass your cock from mouth to mouth like a shared toy. They kiss each other over the head so you feel two tongues at once. Whenever you get too close they stop entirely and simply breathe on the wet shaft, giggling softly, until the desperate throbbing fades, then they start the slow, synchronized sucking all over again.
Your mind unravels.
You lose track of how many times they bring you to the brink and deny you. Your cock is an angry, leaking red, so sensitive that even the softest drag of a tongue makes your stomach clench. Jiheon’s pussy keeps grinding across your mouth, feeding you her taste, while the four damned sets of lips below continue their relentless, perfectly timed torture.
Finally, after what must be hours, Asa’s voice cuts through the wet sounds.
“Let him cum.”
The four of them tighten their formation. Lips press closer. Tongues work faster. They stroke you in short, mean, synchronized pumps, mouths open and waiting, eyes looking at nothing but your slit.
The orgasm that rips through you is violent.
You burst with a broken shout, thick ropes of cum erupting and landing on their faces in heavy, messy streaks. It drops across Yuna’s forehead and open mouth, splatters over Wonyoung’s and Karina’s cheeks and noses from the sides, and streaks up across Jiheon’s chin and lips. They keep their mouths open and their tongues out, letting you paint them, covering their eyes, coating their lashes, filling their open mouths, dripping from their chins. All until the last weak pulses have been milked out by their still-moving lips.
Only then do they slowly pull back.
Four glistening, cum-streaked faces look up at you in the red light. Their eyes are half-closed under the white mess, tongues still out, expressions dazed and filthy and satisfied. They lean in together and begin licking each other clean, sharing your cum between them in slow, wet kisses while your cock continues to twitch in the open air.
Asa watches the entire thing satisfied. Gaeul stands beside her, already holding another small pill between two fingers.
The pinks have been used in every ravenous way possible.
It is time for the last round.
“I can't… anymore,” you whimper. Your body is flushed and sensitive, and even the gentlest of breeze make your mind reel.
“Don't worry,” Asa whispers. “We’ll be gentle.”
Gaeul brings a basin of warm water and soft cloths. Together the two of them clean you in silence. The cloths move slowly over your chest, your stomach, your thighs, your cock. They wash away layers of oil, spit, and drying cum until your skin feels new again. No pills this time. No rush.
You're reminded of your first session with them. Their gentleness. The way they cared for you. The way they worshipped you.
When you are clean, Asa tips a fresh bottle of warm, lightly scented oil into her palm. She and Gaeul work it into your body with long, unhurried strokes. Their hands glide over your shoulders, down your arms, across your chest, lower still. The oil turns your skin glossy under the red lights. Every muscle that had been wound tight for hours begins to loosen.
They undress fully for the first time all night, straddling each of your thighs together and lean in at the same time.
They kiss you slow.
Asa takes your mouth while Gaeul kisses the corner of your lips, then your jaw, then lower. Their tongues meet yours in turns, kissing you in unhurried, deep, wet smacks. Their perky, oil-slick breasts press against your chest, making you feel the soft grind of their bodies against yours. The heat of their pussies slides along your thighs, the gentle weight of them holding you down without force.
“Just breathe,” Gaeul whispers against your mouth between kisses. “You’ve done enough. Let us take care of you now.”
Asa doesn’t speak. She only deepens the kiss, one hand sliding into your hair to keep you exactly where she wants you while the other guides your cock between her thighs. She sinks down in one long, smooth motion, taking you inside her in a single unbroken glide.
So fucking tight. So fucking hot. She stays fully seated for a moment, forehead resting against yours, breathing with you.
Then she begins to move.
Slow, rolling grinds. Almost no space between your bodies. Her breasts slide against your oiled chest with every motion. Gaeul leans in from the side, kissing you deeply while Asa rides. Her own soft body pressing close so that you feel both of them at once.
They switch without breaking the mood.
Gaeul rises just enough for Asa to lift off, then settles onto you herself, taking you just as slowly, just as completely. Her pace is even gentler, deeper circles of her hips that keep you buried to the hilt. Asa moves behind her, arms wrapping around Gaeul’s waist, hands cupping her breasts, kissing the side of her neck while she helps guide the rhythm. Every few moments one of them leans down to claim your mouth again.
There is almost no talking.
Only soft sounds.
The wet glide of oiled skin, the quiet catch of breath, the low hum Gaeul makes when you throb inside her, the way Asa’s fingers tighten in your hair when she kisses you especially deeply. They keep you surrounded. One of them is always kissing you. Then two of them. Kiss your lips. Kissing your cock. One of them is always filled with you. Their bodies never stop moving against yours in slow, continuous contact.
When the end comes it is quiet and inevitable.
Gaeul feels it first. The way your cock swells and your breathing changes. She only sinks down fully and holds you there, rolling her hips in tiny, precise circles while Asa leans in and kisses you through it. You finish inside Gaeul with a low groan, pulsing deeply while both women stay pressed close, hands stroking your chest and face, mouths soft against your skin.
They stay like that for a long time afterward.
Gaeul keeps you inside her until the last aftershocks fade. Asa lies along your side, one leg draped over both of you, fingers tracing idle patterns through the oil on your stomach. The foreign and sensory overloading red lights feel like the familial pink one now. The room is quiet except for the sound of breathing.
Eventually Asa speaks.
“This is what you were supposed to come back for.”
Gaeul lifts her head just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth once more.
“Next time,” she murmurs, “don’t make us wait so long.”
CW: Drinking, mentions of cheating, fingering, groping, & friends with benefits
“Salud!!” The shout of ten or more people at once rattles your eardrums. You were basically in the middle of it all but didn't feel against it. With a quick tilt of your head another shot of tequila has coated your tongue and glides down easily. You wave your glass to Hannah who simply laughed. It wasn't a hearty laugh but it was the laugh of someone who really needed to stop drinking. As she leaned back she fell out of her chair and landed on the floor.
Laughter followed from her and some others. On that note you decided to head into the next room which was just as crowded. Everyone was sitting on the floor or the chairs littered around the house. You don't remember whose house this was but, it didn't matter too much.
Though you did have a feeling you should.
After a few more of the phrases ‘excuse me’, ‘nice hat’, and ‘how many you on now?’ as a question to one individual you felt someone bump into you. You gasp and watch as their can of beer hits the floor with a clink against the hardwood floor. You groaned and fixed your hair as you hadn't even looked at who you had bumped into.
“I'm so sorry. I'll get you another drink. Just tell me what you like.”
“I like them like you. Short, cool, and in my hand."
The tone was teasing yet it felt like a flirt was given. Your eyes blink and you look up to see a familiar face now sneering at you. Her bangs were sitting neatly against her forehead and her black nails tapped the wall behind her in a rhythm. Her head tilted down to the left.
“Pick it up and go get me another beer, please? You are always such a klutz..”
“Ryujin, no-” Your voice cracked with disbelief.
You quickly step back but her strong hand grips the side of your shorts and yanks you closer. By now you could smell the alcohol on her breath. The pure mischief in her gaze felt like a fog. You couldn't do this with her now, it wasn't right.
“You...shouldn't be drinking.” You muttered to her as you looked up to her. “You aren't supposed to even be here. I told you to leave me alone. It was one time.”
You rip your arm away from her grasp as her smirk remains plastered on her face. She wasn't drunk at all which made this worse. All she did was get closer and now you felt the wall behind you as it held you in place. Her eyes lock in place with yours. She didn't speak at all and it only made your heart race. You grab the can of beer with a quick hand and walk the other way. But her hand laid against your lower half. Her nails grazed that special spot on your lower back.
You shivered and looked at her with a look of disgust.
“This isn't…working. I am not going to..” You trail off as her smirk disappears and her eyes open a bit wider.
“Not going to what?” She curls her eyebrow at you.
“I am not going to just bend down for you. You need to let me go, now. We broke up for a reason.”
You moved away from her touch and tossed the can in the waste basket not too far away. Ryujin just stands there with a smile tugging at her lips. It wasn't long before she followed you into the kitchen where of course no one was.
You heave a sigh of frustration and grab another can of beer. You and Ryu were a one time thing. A one night stand. You didn't want to take it seriously but now Ryujin was at the same party and wanted some answers as to why you left her high and dry on so many occasions.
“Ryu…you need to leave me alone. Just get lost.”
“I can't. You came crying to me after Connor broke up with you months ago. Then you begged me to love you and I did. After that you ghosted me and ran back to Connor because he was sorry? I gave you all I had. Then you just leave?”
Her tone was firm as you moved some stray hair behind your ears and huffed. Ryujin moves in and snatches the beer from you as she looks at your breasts held behind a crop top that went with blue shorts and a pair of sneakers. You turn away and then scoff but there was silence in return. The can is placed down on the counter.
“Then you come here wearing that. Those are my shorts. You seriously kept those? You're unbelievable. I'll get lost but you know something. Connor is fucking Hannah behind your back. Why do you think he's been ‘working late’ the past few weeks? Have you ever thought about that?”
Your heart stopped for a second and you turned to her with a scowl.
“You're lying. He wouldn't do that.”
Ryujin slips a hand into her pocket and takes out her phone. After a few swipes and slides she shows a picture of Connor and Hannah at the gym sharing a kiss. Ryujin managed to get the photo from where she stood. Your eyes look down to the floor as Ryujin walks up and puts her phone away. A raspy groan followed as now you felt really stupid. You reach up to her and she grabs your wrist firmly.
“I won’t lie about him breaking your heart. Better to find out from me than him. Now…you owe me an apology little lady.” Ryujin would slowly move her hand to her stomach. You flinched as her hand was cold to the touch but your chest was warm. You break eye contact with her but she forces your attention back to her steely eyes with three words with a flirty tone.
“Look at me.”
Of course you crumbled at the pure energy Ryujin had. You always gave in to the charm. No matter how many times you tried to resist you couldn't deny the pull her gravity had on you. Now you were sitting in one of the bedrooms on the second floor as Ryujin was fixing her hair in the mirror. A dripping bottle of beer on the nightstand close by as she turned her phone off.
“I need a fucking break. Work is kicking my ass. It is a good thing I'm off tomorrow. Just had to decline another ride request.”
“I thought you weren't doing Uber anymore after we broke up. You're still doing that?” You grimaced.
“Yeah. Aren't you supposed to be naked right now instead of scolding my job choice?" An eyebrow cocked in your direction.
Your cheeks burn red when Ryujin basically asks why you're still clothed. Of course, this was the apology she wanted. With a set of steady hands you remove your top and Ryujin swoops in slowly and gropes your breasts which were held by your bra. Your lips part with an exhale and your hand slowly strokes Ryujin's succulent neck. Your free hand now was fumbling the button of the jeans you wore and Ryujin chuckled.
“Slow down. You're not gonna be wearing those again.” She spoke in a sultry tone.
“What are you-” Your cry for an answer was cut short by Ryujin ripping the crotch of your shorts. You weren't wearing panties, either. You gasped loudly and watched Ryujin shrug her shoulders.
“It was too easy. They were old anyway, princess. You forgot panties, again?”
“You just ripped my fucking shorts!. I don't have an extra pair. I didn't forget panties! I just…”
Ryujin smashes her lips against your own and silences any attempt at protest you had. You could taste the beer she had been drinking combined with her mango flavored lip balm. A weird yet sultry combination. Your lips parted as Ryujin took a bite from your top lip. She moved so easily while you felt like a hinge without oil. Hesitant, slow, and lethargic. Two fingers slide down your pussy and paint circles on your clit. Your panties were getting wet at the motion. Ryujin holds your chin up as another kiss is shared. A knock even came to the door. A male on the other end who sounded wasted.
“Yo, Ryu. You got my cigarettes on you?”
“Check the kitchen counter. I grabbed a few of them. You also owe for the pack you stole last week."
When she replied she stuffed two fingers inside of you slowly. Your lips parted and quickly her hand covered your mouth. You whimpered from the sensation as Ryujin looked you in the eyes and shook her head. Goading you to stay quiet.
“Either way. Lemme know when you're downstairs. I gotta catch a ride home with you. Yelena took the car…again.”
“Whatever works. I don't really care. Kinda busy here."
Your eyes fluttered when her fingers were pushing deep, and leaving your wet pussy with a quick rhythm. You softly moan and look up at Ryujin.
“You're not even gonna let me-...F-Fuck…let me have a taste?”
“Good girls can have a taste. You've been so bad. So rude to me. You should ask for forgiveness.”
Your feet curled with the warmth filling your lower stomach. You were going to cum already? She must know what spot to hit. Then again you and Ryujin had multiple hookups a few months ago.
“I can't when you have your fingers buried in my pussy..” You whimpered to her.
“You can, and will. Say you're sorry or else I stop.” She warns.
Her stopping would be the last thing you want. As much as your pussy was throbbing you didn't want her to stop. Not when it feels so damn good. You take a shaky inhale.
“I'm s-sorry for being so stupid. I should have l-listened to you. You were right about him and I should have just-”
“Forgiven, princess. Now you can stop.”
Ryujin's pace quickens and you moan out loudly as your eyes meet again. Her lips curled into a smirk while her fingers were just massaging the inside of your pussy. Your hips buckled while the onslaught continued. With your back against the bed Ryujin did not stop, and only kept eye contact with you.
“Who's a good princess? You wanna cum for me? You better cum for me.”
Your reply was a series of moans and whimpers in an incoherent sentence. Your eyes shut tightly as your orgasm had come and rocked your body. Your legs shake briefly and Ryujin's fingers now were painted in your cum. Her hand holds your chin up so she could watch your beautiful agony take over the features you had. When you were riding out your orgasm those two fingers were put to your lips. You welcome them inside of your mouth and slowly suck your juice off her fingers. She then strokes your face with the back of her other hand lovingly.
“Good girl. Now, stay here. I'll get you a pair of jeans.”
“Can't you…stay with me? Just for a bit?”
Ryujin would smile at the request and lay next to you and put an arm around you. You nestled into her chest and slowly exhaled. Even if she was your hookup for the majority of your friendship you could not deny that she was good at pleasing you. Better than that boyfriend who you can't remember right now. For now, you were happy to feel seen for once. Now it only makes sense you would stay with Ryujin. Will you?
A booty call gives the perfect chance to understand more about Itzy's momentary turn on Ryujin. A jacket, however, will make Seungdae empathize even more with Itzy's previous server.
Finally back in Korea, even if just for a couple of days, Tzuyu aimed to make the best of it. Of course, that included spending whatever little free time she had with Seungdae on the simplest of plans: enjoying his company alongside Kaya and Butter, cuddling and teasing him about his weekend with Lia, then making love between laughs, giggles, and moans.
The following day, however, required a bit more from both of them.
"She's free today, and it's both of us. She'll love the idea." Seungdae smirked at her in JYPE's underground parking.
"It's okay if she says no. I can give you her present—" Tzuyu's nervousness disappeared with his kiss, bringing a beaming smile to her face.
"I'll take care of it. You're almost on time." Seungdae winked, giving her another peck and watching her run off to practice for Twice's performance in Macau.
While he continued his day job, doing his best not to fall asleep halfway through a couple of meetings, he and Jieun arranged their afternoon to fulfill Tzuyu's wish and to have that pending conversation with her.
Before he knew it, half the day was over, and he was back at JYPE, waiting to see all of Twice together for the first time in almost a month. He heard Nayeon's recognizable tone and volume accompanied by Jeongyeon's mocking and the laughs of half the group, all bouncing through the hallway until they appeared. Just as he expected, they all teased Tzuyu, which somehow backfired on the oldest member.
"Seungdae! Tell them I'm not jealous about Tzuyu spending all her time with you!" Nayeon whined, held by Jihyo and Momo.
"I may be a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them," he scoffed, opening his arms for the maknae and kissing her in front of them.
"You only hide some big truths, Mr. Hwang," Sana chuckled, hugging Mina.
"Although none of us would have slept with him if we knew he was IU sunbaenim's boyfriend," Jeongyeon stated, bringing a big nod from Dahyun.
"He was not her boyfriend back then," Tzuyu grinned, hugging him tightly, something Seungdae reciprocated.
"He probably wouldn't be without us now," Chaeyoung murmured, just loud enough for him to react.
"Fair, fair. Thank you very much, I suppose." Seungdae smirked at Momo, then at Chaeyoung, remembering how it all started, his first night at Mina's place, and its consequences. "I'd love to stay longer with all of you, but we've got plans."
"Will any of those plans include us in the future?" Mina pondered in her characteristic soft tone, but with a clear intention.
Seungdae looked at Tzuyu, and she nodded with a flushed grin. "She says you need to ask her first," he joked.
"I didn't say that," Tzuyu whispered, fisting his shirt. "You can still have sex with them," she said loud enough for the rest to hear clearly.
"Oh, she says she wants to be included," he mockingly clarified.
"That would be easy," Nayeon, Momo, and Sana said in unison, making the maknae blush and the rest of the members laugh.
They took a minute to say their goodbyes, and, with Jihyo's full blessing and trust, they drove to Jieun's house.
He helped her relax on their way there, reassuring her that Jieun was dying to see her again, laughing a bit at the fact that the three of them had already slept together after watching each other fuck eight other people.
"Exactly! There was a lot of adrenaline that day. Now it's only going to be the three of us!" Tzuyu explained, eyes wide open, staring into the elevator's doors.
"Yeah, about that…"
The doors opened from within IU's house, and she ran towards Tzuyu to hug her.
The tall woman was at a loss for words, not only at Jieun's display of affection and not-so-subtle way to rub her face on her breasts, but also at Lee Jongsuk, who stood in front of them with a big smile. "H-hi," Tzuyu said, trying to bow, relaxing a bit at the sight of IU's soft giggle.
Dinner went smoothly. After Tzuyu got more comfortable with Jongsuk's unexpected presence for the night, she slowly broke the ice with him. Even though her original plan was to pay for everyone's food, Jongsuk had insisted on taking the responsibility, ordering a small feast with enough for Jieun to save the leftovers, knowing she may not have time to cook later in the week.
Once done, they moved to the L-shaped couches of the living room, where Tzuyu revealed the presents she had bought in Japan for Seungdae and Jieun.
"I really hope you like them," she said shyly, bringing a wide smile to Jieun as she opened the silk pajama sets patterned with blue and purple flowers.
Moved, Jieun jumped to hug her. "I'll send you a picture every time I wear them!" she assured her, caressing her cheek before both turned to see a confused Seungdae, admiring his own present: a single pajama set, even though the box said two.
"The other one's in my room," Tzuyu admitted with a pout, eliciting a series of surprised gasps from the couple of actors and small pecks from Seungdae across her face. "I'm sorry I didn't think of anything for you," she added, looking at Jongsuk, who was sitting in the corner of the couch, welcoming Jieun into his arms.
"It's fine, you gave me two presents already," he chuckled, receiving a slap on the shoulder from Jieun and a confused look from Tzuyu.
"We won't be sleeping here tonight," Jieun explained. "It's been some time since I stayed in his place." She smirked, elbowing Jongsuk's stomach. "We thought you two could enjoy having the house for yourselves."
"We… I can go if you want—"
"No," Jieun ran through the couches to sit on her legs and hug her. "He's yours for the night, and so is this house," she said softly, watching her pout. "We'll have time for a night together later. Even without him if you want," she whispered, scrunching her nose and pinching Tzuyu's cheeks. "I'd love to feel your thighs around my head," she purred.
"Okay," Tzuyu murmured, staring into her elder's eyes, fully aware of the red shade on her own cheeks. "They're looking at us."
"They're imagining us," Jieun corrected her.
"True," both men said in unison after looking at each other, causing Tzuyu to hide her face in Jieun's breasts, bringing laughter to the room.
"What's the other present, then?" Tzuyu pondered, daring to see the actor's face.
"Saving me from his snoring." Jongsuk chuckled, nodding toward Seungdae, making the women laugh.
"I-I don't snore," he replied quietly.
"You do, Great One," Jieun nodded, trying to hold her laugh, making Seungdae frown.
"When you sleep on your back, yes. It can be scary," Tzuyu added, getting pats on her head from Jieun and making Jongsuk raise his hands in victory.
After a little more chit-chat, Jieun and Seungdae stared at each other, agreeing it was time. She reminded Tzuyu it was okay for her to stay, and wished they could meet again sooner rather than later.
The men, meanwhile, spoke silently to each other.
"You do realize after this, I'll be spending way more time with her, right?" Seungdae teased him, raising his eyebrows.
"You know I'll try my best to make it even," Jongsuk winked at him, offering his hand for a handshake, pulling him in for a hug. "I really hope Tzuyu is okay with this," he whispered.
"Thanks."
After kissing Jieun goodbye, Seungdae stood with Tzuyu, hugging her while the doors closed.
"Will you tell me what's really happening?" She smirked, looking up at him.
"Nothing gets past you," he said with a tint of pride before taking her back to the living room and explaining the situation. He presented the most important fact: he was paying rent for a place he was spending less and less time in; lately, no more than two nights a week.
"Baobei," Tzuyu said softly with a gentle smile, holding his hand. "Just say it."
"Jin proposed that I move in here with her," he said with his eyes closed. After a moment of silence, he stared into her perplexed eyes and continued talking. "I'd like to do it. Not only because it would mean spending more time with Jin, and not just because the place is freaking amazing; I mean, just look at the freaking view," he chuckled, pointing at the Han River. "It'd save me the time of crossing half the city just to clean my apartment, which means more energy I can spend with both of you. It's closer to your place, and with the privacy this building offers, you could come here any time you want."
Tzuyu listened attentively, holding her reactions to the ways his nervousness showed: his palm sweating while his fingers tried to hold her hand, his lips pursing every time his mouth spoke slightly faster than his brain, and his forehead wrinkling every time he gazed at her. "Are you asking me permission?" she asked with a somewhat proud smile, not letting go of his hand.
"Well… Not exactly, but I would not dare move here if you're not comfortable with it," he admitted.
"Why?" She raised her eyebrows, eyes fixed on his.
"Because I care about you," Seungdae replied without missing a beat, almost offended at the question. "I want us to work. I know it's been just a few months, but I don't want to risk losing you."
"So if I tell you not to do it for now, would you wait?" She leaned slightly forward.
"Yes." No hesitation, no regret in his words. He had already accepted that possibility, and was more than willing to take it if that meant keeping her by his side.
Tzuyu stared at him quietly for a moment, expressionless. Then she scoffed with a smirk. "I have two conditions."
"Anything."
"You in my bed every time I come back to Korea. Even if I'm not in the mood for sex. I expect my massage and you to cuddle with me until I fall asleep." She sat closer to him, slowly approaching his face as she spoke.
"Even if I snore?"
"I'll just push you to the side. You never notice," she grinned, holding her laugh, making her dimple appear on her left cheek.
Seungdae chuckled, nodding in amazement at her. "Deal. What else?"
"Not now." She shook her head and continued. "I'll ask you to do something in a few months, and I won't take a no for an answer," she warned, kissing him with a smile as he held her neck.
"So you see us together in a few months?" he whispered into her lips.
"I was hoping for a little longer than that, actually," Tzuyu teased him, staring into his eyes.
They took their time making out for a while before he showed her where his office and his own room were, explaining that even though he would sleep with Jieun whenever they were at home, he would feel weird sleeping in her bed if she was not there.
"So no one has slept in this bed?" Tzuyu smirked at him, sitting on the mattress.
"Slept, fucked, cummed, squirted… I was hoping you'd help me change all that tonight."
The morning after, he prepared her a nice breakfast, enough to keep her stomach full through her flight to Macau. Moments later, Manager unnie arrived to pick Tzuyu up, leaving him alone to finish his shift. Since Jieun had an all-day-long call on set, he had a taste of what his new life could be whenever both Jin and Tzuyu were busy.
It didn't last.
"Mister Hwaaaaang!" Ryujin called unexpectedly on the phone after a few hours.
"Shouldn't you be dancing or something?"
"We're on a break. dummy. I'm sitting on the rooftop, hiding from the others."
"How is your broken butthole?"
"Already looking nice and pretty!" Ryujin replied proudly before asking about his weekend with Lia.
While she already knew how that went from Jisu's perspective, she wanted to confirm if those days were as fulfilling for him as they were for her friend. After asking about IU's and Tzuyu's reactions, the subject of him moving with Jin came up, shocking her as much as Tzuyu being on board with the idea.
"I mean, I understand you, but her? I could not bear having the person I'm dating living with their other girlfriend. That's a whole new level of sharing."
"Even greater than sharing your asshole with your whole group?" He said, a little defensively, knowing his new living arrangement was only possible because of who he was dating and how it had all started.
"Are you really going to—"
"Was it all really your idea?"
Ryujin sighed. "Kind of. Mostly. Yeji told Chaery what had happened between the three of us. Chaeryeong was furious. She told Lia and Yuna. When they came to my place, and Yuna asked me why I… Did that to you, I crumbled."
"Yuna really got that power on you, huh?"
"Have you seen her eyes, dude? That girl stares into your soul!"
Seungdae chuckled. "I don't understand the level of guilt that pushed you to go through all that. Just… Don't do it again because of it. Find another excuse."
Ryujin scoffed, amazed by his boldness. "I helped you with Yeji that day, I gave you Jimin on a silver platter, and I couldn't sit properly for almost four days! At this point you owe me something!"
"I mean, if you put it like that, it does seem unbalanced. Even if it was you who offered all three of those things."
"So now you owe me something, right?" Ryujin teased him in such a way he knew she was grinning.
"You really wanna play that game?"
"I mean, I'm not the one in debt here, so…"
His phone buzzed over and over again. Not a call, but a series of texts. Chaeryeong. "Think of something. Just don't make me regret it."
"That'd make me owe you something, wouldn't it?"
"Uh-huh… isn't Itzy scheduled for Macau this Saturday?"
"Yeah, we leave tomorrow, why?"
"No reason. I'll try to see the performance once it's out," he reassured Ryujin after Chaeryeong asked him not to say anything to Ryujin or Lia.
He agreed to meet her at her apartment right after practice under the pretense of experiencing some of what Lia did with him. To his surprise, he arrived slightly earlier than she did, which was ideal to see her sprint towards him and her door with a lustful, devilish smile that set the tone for the afternoon.
Not even a word, and she opened her apartment, pulling him inside by the buckle of his belt, locking him in with her. She cornered him with excited eyes, biting her lower lip, hands sliding through his torso.
"FYI, this doesn't feel at all like what Lia and I did."
"FYI, she showed me how you fucked her in front of the mirror," Chaeryeong teased him, unbuckling his belt. "I've been watching how we all fuck you dry. Particularly, how you filled me and ate me," she purred, shoving her warm, delicate fingers into his underwear to take his shaft, awaking it. "And I've been craving this delicious cock for half a week."
"I could've picked you up right after practice and let you blow me on the way here." Seungdae joked, tilting his head with a smirk
"Yuna's in heat. You don't want that." Chaeryeong licked her lips, thirsting over his growing dick as she peeled his forekin back, revealing his mushroom tip.
"Who says I don't want that?" he exclaimed, taking her by the chin to see her face.
"I do." She sucked her fingers to rub his glans, maintaining eye contact with him.
"That's why you're keeping me a secret from them?" He pondered as she let a thread of spit fall on his penis to stroke him lightly.
"Yeji had you. Lia had you. Ryujin had you in some way. The moment Yuna knows I had you, she'll lure you into her crazy fantasies." Chaeryeong shook her head, stroking his shaft and feeling its veins. "I would hate it if she scares you enough to reject a call from us," she added, holding him firmly by his manhood and walking into her living room, signaling him to strip.
He did so, leaving his shirt on the floor, kicking his pants as soon as they reached a couch where she made him sit, already naked, cock fully hard, throbbing at the sight of her smirk.
Still fully dressed, leering at her meal, she felt his desire for her. Slowly, Chaeryeong untied the knot on her t-shirt, pulled it above her head, and calmly tossed it towards his clothes, revealing a white cream bralette that almost disappeared in her pale skin. She stretched the hem of her pants and took her legs out of them, one by one, displaying her matching laced panties.
She could tell he was already lost in her body, and used it to her advantage.
Chaeryeong shook her hair with her fingers as she walked towards him. His eyes stayed on hers until she was straddling him, leaning towards his face.
Her body on top of him, her big, needy eyes, her parted lips. He felt enchanted by her and went in for a kiss.
She dodged him with a chuckle, going to his ear. "You don't mind me being all sweaty, do you?" Chaeryeong pondered, holding her breath and licking his earlobe.
"Not one bit," he replied, focused on her light brown nipples appearing as she removed her bra.
She bit her lips, holding his face with both hands to make him lie down on the couch. She then stood right over him, carefully walking until her feet rested on the sides of his face. She lowered her panties past the thickest area of her thighs before letting them fall over his face.
Impressed, he inhaled the concentrated musk and sweat that the damp fabric held while she stepped out of them.
She grabbed her panties with her toes and kicked them onto the floor, revealing her pussy and her grin further above.
"I don't expect anything less than last time," she warned with a stern expression.
"I could say the same," he replied, prompting a chuckle from her as he pulled up a cushion to level his head, right on time for a clear view of her untrimmed bush as she knelt.
She took a moment, holding his rod again, arching her back and looking back at his face.
They locked eyes. Chaeryeong bit her lip and carefully wiggled her ass back to his face, yelping at his enthusiastic grip and lick that brushed her petals before he went crazy on her.
"My turn," she whispered to herself, leaning forward to taste the drop of precum on his dick.
The difference in rhythms was evident.
Seungdae, aware of her skills and stamina, allowed himself to devour her from the start, enjoying the extra salty flavor her sweat had left on the hidden corners of her folds, licking every millimeter of her pink slit. He savored every drop of nectar already there, waiting for him, alongside the fresh juices flowing from within her core.
He could not figure out what it was, and he did not care, but something about Chaeryeong unleashed his primal need to eat her pussy and her ass, although the latter would need to wait. He hooked his fingers into her fleshy buttocks to spread her asscheeks, giving himself the perfect view of her wrinkled hole. He was hypnotized, watching it twitch with every other lick, sometimes relaxing enough to show a very small gape, sometimes shutting tightly when his nose brushed it unexpectedly.
'Soon,' he told himself.
Chaeryeong didn't mind him taking the credit for the first orgasm of the afternoon. After all, she could cum over and over again without a break. He, however, had a limited set of shots, and she knew exactly how she wanted to enjoy them.
She went slow on him, filling his shaft with slippery kisses that allowed her to stroke every inch of his length before taking his glans into her mouth. She moaned loudly, letting her breath and the vibrations of her voice serve to pleasure him. Her tongue ran through every crease of his tip, particularly the ones of his frenulum, even though she had to twist her neck to reach them. Chaeryeong sealed her lips around his girth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked him gently, freeing her moans right on his glans to reassure him how good his tongue swirled through, across, and inside her cunt.
Little by little, Seungdae's hunger urged Chaeryeong to rub her pussy against his face with more and more desire, which she also poured while blowing him. Not only did she let her spit fall through his penis for a slippery handjob, using both hands to pleasure him, but she also took him further down her mouth. First, the back of her throat, triggering an awkward whimper followed by a gag that kept her from trying again for a moment.
He heard her breathe loudly without her tongue ever stopping, just like he was doing in her slit, too immersed in his senses until she tried again.
Chaeryeong gagged loudly and repeatedly. The curvature of his cock hitting her throat at that angle made the task harder than she anticipated, but she fought her bodily reflexes. Retching, she felt tears running down her cheeks, but the pride of engulfing more and more of his dick at every bob of her head, choking on his member, only amplified her joy.
Seungdae rejoiced in her. The sensations in his shaft made him feel like reaching the doors of Heaven while he got drunk in her nectar, drinking it and even breathing it at times through her increasingly stronger grinding of his face.
He felt his orgasm approaching by the time Chaeryeong had managed to swallow his whole length. He was sure she was almost at the same level of ecstasy, gazing at her puckered hole wink quicker as her hips began shaking amidst her swaying.
His climax came first, and Chaeryeong noticed every bit of it. The way his manhood twitched on her throat, his hips thrusting beyond his control, and his muscles clenching, trying to withhold his orgasm for as long as he could. She, however, kept pushing him until his trembling pelvis announced the imminent bursts of cum coming out of his glans.
She pulled out his cock from her pipe just in time for the first shot to land on her tongue while she stroked him with both hands, getting a rope of semen across her face, and aiming the rest directly at her mouth, enjoying his flavor until a loud whimper flooded the living room.
He captured Chaeryeong's clit in his mouth, and her hips, while shaking, remained there for him to pull the trigger. The peak of his own climax helped him suck her sensitive bean as if his life depended on it. He kept her in place, hands spreading her asscheeks so desperately he saw every small and big clench of her butthole and pussy before her juices flowed directly in his nose and mouth.
With his orgasm dying down, but hers just reaching its highest point, he tensed his muscles until she let go of his dick, resulting in her twitching and squirting over his face.
Pleased, trembling, and barely gathering enough strength, she pulled her hips up, liberating her clit from his lips, only for him to pull her down. All her moans, all her whimpers were contained by her own lips. Chaeryeong had kept most of his load in her mouth, savoring it for as long as she could while Seungdae went feral on her wrinkled hole, kissing it, licking it in and out, getting his tongue trapped tightly by her clenching rim.
She let him. Just like last time, he had gripped onto her ass in such a desperate way she needed to know the extent of his hunger.
Chaeryeong swallowed his cum just to get enough air. She giggled, panted, and moaned loudly against his cock, until his hands accumulated enough tension grabbing her ass that the only way to release it was a loud, stinging spank on her pale buttocks.
"Wait!" she exclaimed with a defiant stare, twisting to yank his hair as she pushed him off the couch. Her messy mane, blushed cheeks, and the way she quickly wiped the jizz from her forehead and nose. She guided it to her parted lips and swallowed it, staring into his eyes as she knelt on the floor.
"Cunt," Chaeryeong huffed, resting her torso on the couch, spreading her asscheeks for him. Her dripping folds answered the question in her eyes. Her hands slipped from her skin, causing her to slap her own buttcheeks to keep her pussy open for him as he walked and knelt behind her.
"Yes!" she cried, feeling her slippery insides spread to take his whole manhood in one swift and deep thrust. "So good," she grunted, fisting the cushions closest to her hands as he stayed buried inside of her.
'What other signal do you need?' He thought, pulling back and impaling her again at full length. First, he did it slowly, giving her and himself the chance to enjoy each other's bare textures and pay attention to the wet sounds coming from her cunt until her hips moved on their own.
Despite the increasingly fast tempo confirmed by their flesh, clapping louder and louder, time dilated for Seungdae, giving him the time to admire her entire beauty. Chaeryeong's lips, pink, glossy, and kissable, even halfway through her grunting expression, appearing only when her face was not glued to the back of the couch. Her hands, clenching on the puffy cushions, releasing them and grabbing them quickly. The line of her column and her waist, adorned by her muscles and flaring into her hips. Her buttocks, rippling while he fucked her, revealing her puckered hole every other pound.
Filled with pure lust, he held her hips to ram her pussy harder and faster, alternating hands every few thrusts to spank her ass, taking a firm grab of her flesh.
Chaeryeong punched the couch, continuing to rock her hips. She used the little consciousness she had to reach her clit, knowing perfectly well how slutty she looked from every angle, particularly her pleading face, and how desperate she sounded with her raw grunts and high-pitched whimper she released after every new spank.
Soon, she noticed the subtle change in his rhythm, followed by a gradual decrease in the spanking. His cock, however, felt harder, perhaps even larger or thicker. He was close.
"Give me everything," Chaeryeong grunted, pushing herself to her own orgasm.
Seungdae shook his head, too lost on his own pleasure to formulate a thought, but intoxicated enough on her to follow every command. He rammed her drenched cunt so hard the sloshing was clearly audible, especially as he leaned forward, pinning her against the couch, listening to her whimpers going mute until he exploded inside her core.
She let go of her own control after the first hot shots of semen spread through her walls, allowing her own climax to possess her, becoming nothing more than a turmoil of convulsions and gasps, locked in place by his body.
Neither of them registered anything beyond their pleasure until Seungdae heard a drowned whimper coming from Chaeryeong's lips at his right. He was resting, half his body over her, head at her left, knees on the floor. He turned to see her face, covered in a thin layer of sweat and strands of hair all over the place, hiding her half-opened eyes, but not the red on her cheeks or her blissful smile.
'Too damn cute to be that fucking wild,' he thought, charmed by her adorable expression, reaching for her head to caress her hair while they regained full awareness.
"Your girlfriends are very lucky," she murmured, recognizing his eyes, even though the rest of him was still blurry.
"So is whoever man you're interested in," he replied, recognizing his sensitivity when she twitched again.
"Whenever I find someone, I'll tell them you said that," Chaeryeong grinned cutely. She tried to move her back, but her muscles did not respond.
"Will you tell him about me?" He frowned, trying to understand her words.
She nodded. "He should fuck me this good for me to keep him around. But he also has to know how to make love," she explained proudly. "Can we sit?" She requested, watching him nod right away. "Don't pull out," she added, finally getting her muscles to work by clenching her cunt.
Seungdae took a moment to think of how to fulfil her request. Lacking a clear head, he hugged her tightly against his chest, triggering a sharp yelp from Chaeryeong when he lifted her torso, prompting a series of laughs and trembles, leading him to put her back on the couch.
"Leg," she panted, still giggling.
"You sure?" He reached for her left leg, lifting it carefully with zero resistance from her.
She nodded, and he pulled it slowly, making her torso rotate on the couch as she moaned, feeling her insides adapt to his shaft until she was face up, legs scrunched against her tits, unable to control her giggles and tremors. Then, he hugged her, carrying her until he turned and sat on the couch. Her legs spread and fell to her sides, knees resting on the soft surface, and chest resting on him.
"How do you feel?" He pondered, trying to fix her hair, then caressing her bare back, loving the way her sweat felt on his fingertips. He firmly held her ass with her right hand to stop her whole existence from sliding down.
"Light as a feather," Chaeryeong replied, snuggling in him. "Keep doing that," she murmured sweetly, weakly reaching for his right hand, pushing two of his fingers into her butthole.
"What a way to relax," he chuckled, slowly wiggling his digits inside her as she hummed in reaffirmation.
Both stayed there, stabilizing their heartbeats, focused on the minute and gentle movements happening on their genitals. Just enough to keep the arousal alive.
Seungdae, however, drifted into his thoughts, going from how tightly Chaeryeong's cunt felt around his almost fully hard cock, to the gentle way in which her asshole hugged his fingers. He then remembered the image of Ryujin's asshole, swollen and scratched, so sensitive she hissed at the faintest touch.
"Chaery?" He murmured, already regretting ruining such a moment.
"Oppa?" She replied in a playful tone, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder, brushing her lips against his neck.
"May I ask something?" He felt her rim clench on his digits right before she hummed in affirmation. "Why did you go so hard on Ryujin?"
"I only used the same toy she used on you." She opened her eyes to see him. No response. "Yeji and Yuna are the reason she could not sit afterwards."
"Why didn't you stop it?"
"It was all Ryujin's idea, and I have zero tolerance for anyone getting pushed into something they don't want to do. I could not let what she and Yeji unnie did to you slide." Chaeryeong declared bluntly, although still in an almost whispered voice.
"It's okay if you don't want to answer this, but did something happen besides Yeji's," he fumbled for a moment, "session?"
"Why do you ask?" She pondered, clenching her pelvic muscles incredibly hard, enough for him to feel his digits were trapped inside her ass.
"Because I understand wanting to make people pay for going beyond people's limits. But for me, that rage comes from watching someone I love broken because of it," he explained calmly.
Chaeryeong relaxed her muscles and moved to see his face in detail. First, she questioned the depth of his words, then glared into his eyes until she saw the sadness contained in them as he pulled his fingers out of her butt and his erection slowly subsided. She exhaled. "A friend of mine," she voiced, resting again on his shoulder to avoid his stare. "He also tributed, but unlike Yeji, what happened was not part of his contract for the night."
He understood her tone and the weight behind her every word. "Is he better now?"
"Yes, but it took years."
Silence spread through the living room.
After almost a minute where he had gone soft, Chaeryeong huffed, raising to see his face, reaching for Seungdae's right hand to suck his fingers clean. The reaction was instant, pumping blood back into his shaft, which brought a subtle smirk on her face.
"Look, I was furious, and Ryujin felt the need for punishment," she stated while licking his digits playfully. "Lia and Yuna helped us, and Yeji got hurt in the only area we actually dare to hurt her," she concluded, pursing her lips as he frowned.
Chaeryeong chuckled. "I know she may not seem like that to you, but Yeji unnie can also be the sweetest thing in the world, and we love her to pieces. She's been way more cheerful since…" She took a moment to tie up the dates with the small changes in Ryujin's behavior towards Yeji before continuing. "Since they did that to you."
They stared into each other's eyes. She frowned; he shrugged with a reluctant smirk.
"I'm less concerned about you hanging out with Ryu, now," she admitted, pursing her lips and pouting.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," he scoffed as she focused on sucking his fingers and rhythmically clenching her walls, feeling his erection grow at her actions. Thinking she wanted to move from the subject, he spoke. "May I have another question?"
"Will it kill the mood again?" She grinned with angry eyes, tongue running through her teeth.
"Hopefully not." He stared at her, twitching his cock inside her cunt, making her smile expectantly. "How hard were you moving when you broke that server's dick?"
Chaeryeong laughed, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Just so you know, I paid all of his medical bills, and he's recovering pretty well," she reaffirmed, trying to justify her reaction. "He said I can also joke about it."
"Good to know I'd be taken care of if that happens," Seungdae grinned at her, feeling her walls constricting his now fully hardened shaft.
"Do you really want to feel it?"
It worked. She had that spark back in her eyes. "I mean, your pussy's amazingly tight. But not sure if cock-breaking tight."
"You better stay hard, or I'll get in big trouble with Tzuyu unnie and your other girlfriend," Chaeryeong warned him, nodding and pushing his shoulders down. Both prepared; him, ensuring he'd have enough grip on the couch, her, finding the right spot for her knees, straddling him until she grinned devilishly.
'How could a woman be so threatening and look so adorable at the same time?' Seungdae thought, weakened by her charming smile as she leaned towards his face until she was a centimeter away from his mouth.
As soon as he moved towards her lips, she stopped him with her index finger. "Please don't break," she whispered, raising her hips, measuring him with the edge of her walls before letting her ass drop on his pelvis, keeping her core tightened all the way down.
Both groaned in pleasure. Her hands fell on his chest, and their lips almost brushed, bringing a mutual smile and nod. Chaeryeong bit her lips, and Seungdae held her waist, enthralled by her charming giggle. She raised only her hips, showing off the control she had over her body while she repeatedly made his manhood disappear inside her cunt.
They locked eyes as Chaeryeong grew more and more comfortable with the position, eyes slowly rising over his head, hands moving from his shoulders to his neck, then his jaw.
Her hair fell at the sides of his face, but the light entering the window behind Seungdae gifted him a clear view of her lovable expression. It was enough to notice her leaning closer and closer to him as her hips bounced quicker and harder on his pelvis.
His nature screamed what his mind tried to control. His hands slid through her torso, feeling her toned body, her perky tits, and that beautiful pale neck.
But Itzy had that rule.
As much as he was dying to kiss her, he would not go past that line, not without her asking for that first. Fortunately for him, her lust, her desire, and her bliss did the rest.
Chaeryeong gazed at his face. He was, at least for that moment, hers. His eyes were fully focused on her, his hands were firmly holding her by her hip and neck, his dick was thriving inside of her clenching walls. Soon, she was also claiming every breath of his that came beneath her.
The first brush of their lips was so subtle and fleeting he thought it was an accident. She smiled brightly, shaking her head and her own restraints, and kissed him.
In a second, she pulled his head closer, and the next one, she felt him claiming her whole.
Chaeryeong's lips were just as delicious as any other part of her body, and just as addictive. What made it all better were her little giggles and subtle scoffs as they made out, keeping a firm hold of each other's necks as if refusing to let go of the moment and confirming they wanted to continue.
Seungdae knew his limits and how much he could push them. He could endure her incredible rhythm for maybe two more minutes, empty his balls inside her pussy, and perhaps fill her again on the same ride.
"Chaery," he sighed against her lips, trying to announce his orgasm.
"I know," she said, laughing and biting his lower lip. She hugged him, bringing their bodies even closer without changing her pace.
Her gentle touch, her sweet lips, and her insatiable hips pushed Seungdae way past the point of no return.
He let himself go, biting her lips as their flesh clapped. It may have been his climax messing up his time perception, but Chaeryeong's hips bounced slower while he exploded inside of her, slamming her hips harder and clenching her walls from the base of his length to his glans as she went back up, and repeating the process.
She giggled amidst her moans, rejoicing in the warmth of his semen invading her cunt again, riding him nonstop. "Can you—"
"Don't fucking mind me," he growled, causing her to yelp happily as he pulled her for an even more torrid, passionate kiss, intertwining their tongues, biting each other indiscriminately, holding each other so tightly they might as well become one.
A doorbell, deafened by their breathing, their moans, their grunts, and the loud clapping of their flesh.
A doorbell, one that stole the giggles from the moment, bringing harder bites and an even more desperate riding.
A doorbell, accompanied by an unknown voice.
"I know you're there! I can see your location!"
Chaeryeong bit his lower lip so hard Seungdae tasted his own blood as she slammed her hips against his pelvis, locking his manhood inside her clenching pussy for a moment. "Don't get soft," she grunted, releasing his lip and standing up, tightening her cunt so much his shaft came out clean.
Seungdae watched her stomp towards the door, then open it and hide behind it.
"The fuck do you want?" Chaeryeong demanded. He could see the muscles of her shoulders tense from afar.
"The jacket! I need it for tonight!" Lee Chaeyeon scoffed, quickly noticing the trail of clothes towards the couch and Seungdae.
"Now? Seriously?"
"It is my jacket! But I could borrow him," she added, stretching her neck to see Seungdae sitting on the couch, cock fully erect while he verified the depth of his lip injury, taking a moment to notice her.
"He's mine for now. Don't touch him!" Chaeryeong warned her sister before marching towards her room.
Chaeyeon stood on the door, biting her lower lip, ogling Seungdae. "Hi," she mouthed at him.
Seeing no point in covering himself, he sighed and waved at her, accepting the loss of what already felt like an incredible orgasm for both of them.
Chaeryeong returned, denim jacket up front, covering her breasts as she stormed towards the door. "Now leave!"
"Sure will. Thank you!" She said sweetly, with a devilish smile, waving goodbye to Seungdae, only for Chaeryeong to close the door in her face.
"Want to continue?" Seungdae scoffed, admiring her modest tits bouncing at every angry step towards him.
Chaeryeong held his shaft with her left hand, stroking it as she leaned to his lips for one last and profound kiss. "Lock your knees," she ordered, biting him again, triggering a jolt of pain where he bled.
She turned, resting her hands on his knees as she lined up the tip of his cock with her slippery slit, giggling after feeling confident in his erection and sitting on it until her buttocks spread on his body.
Before he could do anything other than groan in pleasure, Chaeryeong was already clapping her flesh against him at full speed.
"Knees!" She yelled, prompting him to stiffen his legs so she could have the stability needed for such a feat.
With how quickly and how hard Chaeryeong was slamming her ass against him, Seungdae was sure she could break not only a dick, but fracture bones at will if she wanted it. He was at her mercy, and at that moment, he was nothing but a toy for her.
Focusing on the unbelievable pleasure her drenched walls provided at every slam and keeping his legs locked for her, he tried his best to witness the show. Her meaty buttcheeks, rippling on every impact, giving him a clear view of her puckered hole and her cunt gripping onto his girth on the way up before fully sitting on it; everything ran in slow motion for him.
He noticed her ass raising gradually higher and higher on every bounce. His eyes widened gradually as his mind went from enjoying more of her pussy to the cautionary tale that was her previous server.
Chaeryeong lifted her hips beyond his length. Seungdae's reflexes made him clench his cock, causing it to misalign just enough for him to feel Chaeryeong's force against his shaft for a split second before the slippery juices forced it back inside of her.
He hugged her from behind, stopping her completely while she panted hungrily, reaching for his head.
"You okay?" she pondered against his lips.
"Still in one piece," he reassured her, clenching his penis inside of her, taking the kiss.
"Good, cuz you haven't fuck my ass yet." She giggled, playfully twisting her body around him until his dick slipped out of her pussy, leaving a trail of mixed juices as she lay on the couch. She threw her legs up and back, stopping them with her elbows.
Instinctively, he knelt on the floor and licked her puckered hole, making her laugh because of the tickling.
"I really like your tongue, but I want that cock reshaping my guts. Now." Chaeryeong grinned, yanking his hair and forcing his face to rest on her moist cunt.
"How do you like it?" Seungdae asked, giving a last lick to her folds and getting in position, admiring the blushing of her skin.
"Deep and slow," she said flirtily. "But I was thinking of deep, fast, and hard," she added with a grin.
"As you wish," he scoffed, aiming at her butthole with his tip. He took full advantage of her dripping pussy to lubricate his dick, pressing it against her vulva with his thumbs before groping her thighs and impaling her in a single deep thrust.
Her eyes crossed, rolling to the back of her head as she moaned and bit her lip. He caught a glimpse of her soles wrinkling and her fingers fighting not to scratch her own skin.
In a few seconds, Seungdae was already ramming her asshole, enjoying every reaction on Chaeryeong. Her increasingly red face, struggling to keep her eyes open, especially after he began fucking her upwards, hitting her womb at every pound. Her feet, stretching and contracting erratically. Her needy whimpers, soaring freely through the living room, growing sharper by the second. Her hands, digging her nails in her own buttcheeks until the juices flowing from her cunt made her skin too slippery to hold.
Accidentally, she slapped her own pussy, bringing an adorable giggle out of her amidst the act. Her hands moved on their own. One rubbed her clit frantically, the other went further down to finger herself.
"So… fucking… good," Chaeryeong cried, pushing herself towards her orgasm. She got lost in the blurry sight of Seungdae's frame, standing tall as he held her in place, but mainly, in his lustful eyes devouring her from head to toe. His desire for her, his hunger for her, his primal side flowing freely against her body not only then, but since they first fucked; it fueled her own lust and pride, adding even more strength to her orgasm. "C-c-close?" She managed to mumble, staring at his eyes above hers.
He was already leaning against the couch, forearms at the sides of her thighs. He only nodded.
"C-cum on m-me," Chaeryeong pleaded with a smile, turning redder right as she began convulsing and squirting against his abdomen and all over herself.
Seungdae endured for as long as he could; however, the strong clenching of her walls and her muted pleas pushed him to his climax. He let go of her body, landing the first long spurt of semen on her mouth and neck, then shooting rope after rope of cum across her torso, stroking himself until he was empty.
He stopped for a moment, admiring the captivating view before him.
Chaeryeong was panting. A cute, satisfied smile on her face, cheeks still flushed from all the emotion, hair falling in messy strands around her face. Her toned body was delicately resting on the couch, toes brushing the floor while she scanned her own skin, covered in droplets of squirt and plasters of semen through her abdomen and breasts.
She bit her lips and locked eyes with him. "Come," Chaeryeong mouthed, patting the seat to her left. Just as he was about to sit, she gathered enough strength to reach his cock, trusting he would catch her and keep her in place.
He did, unable to say anything while she used his cock to scoop his semen towards her mouth before she began sucking on it, savouring her own bitter taste for a moment. He grunted, too sensitive to enjoy it calmly, too greedy to push her away, thrusting into her face as a reflex.
They locked eyes for a moment. Chaeryeong giggled, showing her adorable self, soon overthrown by her naughty side as she took his manhood down her throat, torturing him for a second.
Seungdae held the back of her head, forcing her to choke on every inch of his shaft until her drowsy eyes smiled. "Enough?" He asked calmly, and she nodded. He grabbed her hair firmly and slowly withdrew his dick from her mouth, adding another layer of fluids to her chest before he lay her down on the couch.
She weakly pulled him in for a slow kiss, taking his breath directly from his lips as she recovered. "Thank you," she whispered, biting his lip and giving him another peck. "You can go now."
"Don't you want me to wait until you come down cloud nine?"
She chuckled, stroking his hair. "I only do that with the guys I date," she said confidently, slowly shaking her head.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head. "Kind of like how you only kiss people you're close with?"
Chaeryeong scoffed, pulling Seungdae from his scalp for another kiss. "Then you better fuck me like this once a month until we're close, oppa," she murmured after their lips separated, seeing his unspoken agreement with the idea. "Get dressed, you know where the door is."
She stayed on the couch, watching him get dressed before he knelt to meet her face one last time.
"Thank you," he chuckled, caught up by her dazzling smile. "You are amazing, Chaery. In every damn aspect," he added, scanning her striking visuals again.
"I know," she said shyly. "Go. I need to rest." She waved goodbye at Seungdae, not bothering to hide her engraved smile until he closed the door.
Slightly confused but greatly satisfied with how everything went down to the complex's parking area by taking the elevator.
As the doors opened, his heart skipped a beat, and he put up his guard. The silhouette reminded him of the female paparazzi and sasaeng fans he had learned to detect and avoid, and it was right there, lying against the wall, using her phone, probably waiting for Chaeryeong, or maybe even him, considering they had arrived just minutes apart. No distinguishable features, just the usual hat and hoodie anyone would use in a poor attempt to hide their identity.
She lowered her phone and walked directly towards him.
"Anything I can help… Chaeyeon?" Seungdae scoffed, confused, lowering his guard, and noticing she was wearing the denim jacket Chaeryeong had given her earlier. "Didn't you have somewhere to go with that jacket?"
"That's tomorrow," she replied. "Who did you think I was?"
"Why are you even here?"
Chaeyeon chuckled. "I am just concerned with my little sis' safety, handsome." She stepped closer to him. "Are you her boyfriend?"
"No," he smirked, watching her take another step forward.
"Friend?"
"Hard to say," he replied, causing her to stand as close to him as she could.
"Server?" She grinned; Seungdae didn't reply. "Bingo. Got anywhere to be?"
"Not really…"
"Drive me home," Chaeyeon demanded, taking his hand and walking confidently towards his vehicle.
"H-how did you know which one was my car?"
"I know every car from her neighbors," she explained, nodding at him until he unlocked the doors. "I wasn't kidding when I said I was concerned with Chaeryeongie's safety," she added, entering his car.
"Anything else you want to know?" He pondered reluctantly, pointing at the console so she could enter her address.
"I was thinking more of testing." She smirked, starting their trip, catching his whole attention by resting her hand on his bulge. "If you cum before we get there, you won't ever get to fuck me."
'I need to manifest things more often,' Seungdae thought in a split second before following her game as she pulled his cock out of his pants. "What makes you think I want to fuck you?"
She didn't reply; instead, she made him watch his dick grow hard in her hand. Seungdae rolled his eyes and nodded.
"If you don't cum before we get there, I'll pay you the whole night for the ride." Chaeyeon smirked at the sight of his tongue running through his lips.
"You don't even know my tariffs," he scoffed, even though he was not entirely sure of his own prices.
"If lovely Chaery was so mad when I interrupted." She grinned, fixing her seat and hair and leaning forward, "this cock seems worth it."
He gazed at Chaeyeon as she playfully smelled his shaft.
"Thank god she sucked him," she murmured to herself. "So? We have a deal?"
Seungdae sighed with a smile and turned on his car, driving out of Chaeryeong's apartment complex to follow the ten-minute route. He went slow for the first few blocks, constantly looking around him.
"Focus on the road; no one will see me here," Chaeyeon purred, kissing the underside of his rod.
"Easier said than done," he murmured.
"You think this is my first rodeo?"
It clearly wasn't. The way her body hid right beneath the windows, leaving a clear space for him to maneuver the gearshift, was as flawless as the way she kissed and licked his dick. The way she blew him, however, was at Nayeon's level.
Chaeyeon took advantage of the first red light to suck him at will, swirling her tongue through every millimeter from the very tip of his glans until the farthest end of his frenulum, pleasuring him at every minute movement. Right when the light changed to green, she engulfed him, keeping her lips on his pubes.
"And I thought Chaery was good," he murmured to himself, but she heard him.
"Forgive her," she giggled after a gasp, stroking him with both hands. "She has only served once."
"The fuck?" Seungdae exclaimed. "She took me down her throat."
"But she gagged, didn't she?" Chaeyeon smirked at him, watching him try to control himself and nod with concern in his eyes. "Relax, I managed to enjoy my rounds, and now I'm free to use these skills however I want," she purred, making him groan with just her hands.
His concern, however, stayed in his eyes, although slightly different.
"Oh, you were worried about Chaeryeongie?" Chaeyeon scoffed, licking his tip. "Don't be. She's in good company and has many sisters to rely on. If she goes solo like Yeji, she'll be way luckier than me." She smiled, licking his slit without any resentment in her words. "She's grown beautifully; she'll be able to choose whatever she likes instead of a month's worth of nights with random men," she added with a sultry tone.
Seungdae nodded quickly. "Her future boyfriend will be a lucky motherfucker," he huffed, trying to focus on the road and not her tongue.
"Naturally. She loves to suck her boyfriends," she explained. "Until they can't keep up with her," she chuckled before taking him down her throat again.
"Too wild?" He inhaled deeply, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.
"You tell me. We're more alike than what I'd like to admit." She giggled, cock choking her as he hesitated to take a turn, almost missing it.
"Wild, yes, but they're stupid to let her go," he scoffed, reminiscing about Chaeryeong's dazzling smile and how much chemistry they had fucking. He then wondered if he would have the same level of sexual chemistry with Chaeyeon.
"She kicks them out," she clarified, releasing his dick and kissing his tip, making bubbles with her own drool. "Chaery knows what she wants. If someone upsets her," she said, smacking his manhood against her face, "she will do what she must without an ounce of regret."
"So I've heard," Seungdae grunted as her lips sealed around his glans, remembering Ryujin's butthole. "Will she really be okay?"
Chaeyeon hummed, hollowing her cheeks before releasing him with a pop. "Yeah, she knows her limits. She's the sole reason they have that stupid no-kissing rule." She glanced outside his car and swallowed him whole again. She knew exactly where she was, and her throat proved it.
Traffic didn't help. It was moving painfully slowly, the complete opposite of her. His knuckles turned white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel. Almost on cue, he noticed her reach for her pocket to open the gates of her parking area, and right as he entered her apartment building, she finished him, shoving her hand into his trunks to take his balls, triggering his orgasm.
She took the first shot of semen down her throat, but raised her head enough to welcome the following shots in her tongue, sucking him without any restraint while he desperately parked on the first free spot he found. Feeling his relaxation, she sucked him even harder, stroking him and pushing every drop of cum out of his glans, enjoying his troubled breathing.
Playfully, Chaeyeon took Seungdae out of her mouth and stared into his eyes. She showed him his load of sperm floating in her mouth. She swished it and swallowed it all in one loud gulp, opening her mouth wide again. Before he could react, she rose to kiss him, pulling him in by the nape.
"I don't have that rule," she grinned, giving him another peck before going back down to his crotch.
"You're cruel," he laughed, as she sipped the excess of drool from his cock and pubes.
"I am merciful." She smirked, unbothered by his shaft moving across her face while she cleaned him with her mouth. "I could have made you cum before the first red light."
"Oh, give me some—"
"I could feel your legs and arm trembling half the road," she stated, kissing his length until she reached his glans for a last loud peck. "I will drain you later. Better than she did." She offered him her phone and fixed her seat.
"How should I save my contact?"
"Big Juicy Server," she whispered, tucking his cock under his trunks.
"Are you sure Chaeryeong will be okay with you hiring me?"
"Oh, don't worry about my little sis; it's not like you're the only server we have in common. I'll talk to her, and if she's okay, I'll call you." Chaeyeon kissed him one last time. "Thank you for the ride. I'll handle your payment," she winked, stepping out of his car without turning back.
"Unbelievable," Seungdae sighed before driving back to his own place.
Almost as if she was watching him, Chaeryeong texted him a little after he threw himself onto his bed.
CR: I wasn't sure if I should send you these or not, but I think you earned them 😌
CR: Next time you're staying the night!
The photos included several selfies capturing that post-orgasm glow, making her look even more ethereal than usual, with her squirt and his cum adding little sparks of light through her naked torso. The video showed Chaeryeong playfully wiping his semen with her finger, mixing it with her own squirt through her abs and her tits before sucking it with clear joy in her cute smile.
CR: btw, the no-kissing rule is because I sometimes confuse whether I like someone (you know, to fuck) or I LIKE someone (as in in 🥰)
CR: If kissing them feels good, it's harder for me…
He sighed with a kind smile, already typing his response.
CR: Don't write yet!!!
"Damn. Okay." Seungdae chuckled, waiting to see the rest.
CR: I know only Yeji and Lia follow that rule when I'm not around, but that's because Yeji is not much of a kisser and Lia has her girlfriend, hehe
CR: But I'm working on it, so I thought you should know.
CR: I'm not looking to be your third girlfriend, or anything like that.
CR: No offence, but I wouldn't like my boyfriend to have other girlfriends besides me, much less Tzuyu unnie. I could not compete…
CR: But I would like to become a regular of yours 🤤
CR: Just…
CR: I'd also appreciate you telling me if you see or think I may be getting a bit too…
CR: Attached to you 🥴
A minute passed.
CR: You can write now…
CR: Please write 🙃
SD: Thank you for telling me this… And for the photos, you look stunningly beautiful and hot!
SD: TBH I really, really enjoyed our session. A lot! So yeah, more than happy to see you again
SD: And yes, I'll tell you if I feel you're getting attached
SD: Also, tell me if you want me to change anything to make it easier for you
CR: I will!!
CR: Oh, and you can also fuck my sister 🙄
CR: It will help me with all of this, I think
SD: She told you already?!
CR: She didn't know your name to pay you on the servers' platform
CR: For some reason, your profile appears with a code and not your name
CR: And it has no picture of you or your dick!
CR: You'd get more requests if you added those! 😏
SD: I think I'm good for now, kkkk
SD: By the way, when I said any man you're interested in would be very lucky, I really meant it. You're incredible!
CR: A reminder like that would not be too bad 👉👈
He stayed in bed after calling Jieun and Tzuyu separately, sharing his day with them as they talked about theirs. He confirmed to both of them that he'd spend the next couple of days packing everything. Even the new mattress at Jieun's, his new place, already felt more like his own.
Seungdae did his best to enjoy the following day, thinking it could be the last day he could spend completely on his own. Not that he wanted that, but he had learnt in the past to appreciate his solitude and the quiet that comes with it.
With the work done, he packed everything he'd need for his new home and thought about what to do with the furniture he no longer needed.
Sunday arrived, and so did Jieun, Jongsuk, and Inna, surprising him with a full day off to help him move stuff around while they wore their best disguises to go unnoticed on the street. Impressed and thankful for them, Seungdae accepted their help, throwing everything into the three cars available, trying their best to make as few trips as possible, with Jieun coordinating the whole thing.
They used the drive time for a quick call with Tzuyu, which soon turned into a massive video call with most of the members before their concert in Aichi, teasing him for moving with their beloved sunbae, but mostly wishing him good luck and asking him not to forget about them.
"I can promise that to Tzuyu, but I'm not so sure about everyone else," he joked, triggering a round of shouts and laughs on both ends of the call.
"That's on you, girls, for making him this confident," Jieun said, punching him on the shoulder.
Soon, Seungdae's apartment was left with no personal belongings, and the four of them stood near the entrance.
"You okay, man?" Jongsuk asked him with a supportive slap on his shoulder.
"Surprisingly. I've been living here for," he fumbled for a moment.
"Eight years!" Jieun giggled, holding his left hand, intertwining fingers with him.
"That long?" Seungdae asked, trying to do the math.
"Yeah, you moved here a year after your military service was over," Inna whispered, hinting at his poor past decisions.
"You're never letting that go, are you?" He chuckled, noticing Jieun trying to hold her laugh.
"You made it so hard to find you! The least I deserve is teasing you with it for as long as I want," Inna grinned, hugging Jieun while she nodded.
"You were the one who taught me how to keep a low profile, but fair! I think I should be sad or something, but I just feel excited!" Seungdae admitted, looking at Jieun, then at his friends.
"I've got an idea why that may be," Jongsuk remarked, bringing the couple closer together until they hugged and he hugged them both, pulling Inna with them.
"Shall we go?" Jieun jumped happily in place, gazing up at them, primarily at Seungdae.
"Let's go."
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Author's note: There was an ask about what my plans were with Chaeryeong since she didn't have much focus on the previous OT5 fic (Karma's a Bitch); I hope this fic answers your question, haha.
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The bass is a throb in the floor that travels up through the soles of your dress shoes and into your teeth. Strobe lights cut through the haze, illuminating glimpses of sweat-slick skin, gyrating bodies, and the glint of expensive liquor.
You lean against a pillar, the cheap fabric of your rented black suit already itching. Extra bouncer. A fancy term for a glorified coat rack with a pulse. Your job is to look big, nod at the real security, and occasionally point some coked-up finance bro toward the bathroom. It’s boring, it’s demeaning, but the cash is good and it gets you behind the velvet rope of Oblivion, a place where connections are the only currency that matters.
That’s why your brain short-circuits when you see her.
Shin Yuna. Of ITZY. Standing near a low-slung booth, looking almost lost amidst the decadence. She’s dressed down in a fire-engine red cropped shirt that shows a toned stomach, and low-rise skinny jeans.
The simplicity is a lie. On her tall, slender frame, those jeans are a fucking masterpiece, clinging to the dramatic swell of her hips and the round curve of her ass. It’s a casual outfit that screams “look at me”. And you are. Your mouth goes a little dry.
What the hell is a top-tier idol like her doing in a pit like this? Oblivion is for has-beens, low-tier actors, idols, and influencers desperate for a taste of real scandal. Not for a star shining as bright as Yuna.
Heat uncurls in your gut. Maybe she’s here for the same reason everyone else is. The unspoken rule of Oblivion: everyone is fair game. The pretense of celebrity melts away under the lights, replaced by a raw, transactional hunger. She knows what this place is. She has to. Unless she’s naive, or playing some stupid game.
You push off the pillar, smoothing your suit jacket. Your task is nothing. You have time. A smile, polite and fan-like, is plastered on your face as you approach.
“Excuse me, Miss? I’m sorry to bother you, but… are you Shin Yuna? From ITZY?”
She turns, those doe-like eyes widening slightly. A tinge of surprise, then a practiced, professional warmth. “Oh. Yes, that’s me.”
“Wow. I’m a huge fan,” you say, the lie smooth as silk. “I just had to say hello. It’s an honor to see you here.” You keep your distance, respectful.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a shy gesture that makes your dick twitch. “Thank you. That’s very kind.”
“Are you enjoying the atmosphere?” you ask, gesturing vaguely at the writhing dance floor.
“It’s intense,” she says with a light laugh. “A little different.”
You’re about to lean in, to ask if she’d like a drink away from the noise, when a shadow falls over you. A presence, sharp and protective. Shin Ryujin slides next to Yuna, her arm a casual but definite barrier. Her gaze, when it lands on you, isn’t warm. It’s assessing, cold, and utterly dismissive.
“Everything okay here, Yuna?” Ryujin’s voice is lower and flatter than her group mate’s.
“Yes, unnie! This gentleman is a fan,” Yuna says, her voice sweet.
Ryujin doesn’t look at you like you’re a fan. She looks at you like you’re a stain on the carpet. “That’s nice. The staff usually don’t bother the guests, though.” A direct hit, delivered with a razor-thin smile.
Annoyance, hot and acidic, burns in your throat. You want to wipe that superior look off her face. You rough bitch. But you keep the mask. The good guy. The harmless fan.
“My apologies,” you say, taking a step back, hands raised in mock surrender. “Just paying my respects. I will leave you to your evening.” You offer Yuna one last smile. “Really nice to meet you.” You turn and walk back to your pillar, the pleasant smile dropping from your face the moment your back is to them.
Cockblocking cunt.
You watch them from your post. Yuna sips a cocktail, Ryujin a vigilant sentinel at her side, her eyes constantly scanning the room. The game is delayed, not over. You wait. You have nothing but time.
The opportunity comes maybe twenty minutes later. Ryujin says something to Yuna, then stands, smoothing her own skirt. She weaves through the crowd, heading toward the hall where the restrooms are. Finally.
You don’t pounce. Amateurs pounce. You just shift your stance, catching Yuna’s eye from across the room. You hold it for a second, then look away, a faint smile on your lips. You do it again a minute later. She’s alone, a little adrift. She notices.
And then, to your surprise, she’s the one walking toward you. A flutter of triumph in your chest.
“Excuse me?” Yuna says, holding out her phone. She smells like fresh roses and earthy. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I got this message from the club system? I just want to make sure I’m reading it right. My English isn’t perfect.”
You take the phone. The screen glows with a simple, stark text from Oblivion Management: Shin Yuna. Your queue is now active. Proceed to the VIP elevator for ascension to Floors 3-5. Welcome.
Fuck. VIP. Of course. She’s not just visiting; she’s been upgraded. Your chance, your little fantasy is evaporating. The VIP floors are another world, guarded by real professionals, not extras like you. The anger is sudden and violent, a white-hot spike behind your eyes. But you keep it buried.
“Congratulations,” you say, handing the phone back, your voice filled with genuine-sounding awe. “You’re a VIP now. That’s a big deal here.”
Her face lights up with a mix of confusion and excitement. “Really? Oh! I didn’t expect that.”
“It’s an honor,” you say, the words tasting like ash. You see an opening, a sliver of a chance. “It can be a maze up there. I’d be happy to guide you to the elevator, make sure you get to the right place.”
She nods, grateful. “Thank you, that would be—”
“What’s going on?”
Ryujin is back. She inserts herself between you and Yuna, her posture rigid. Her eyes dart from Yuna’s face to yours, suspicion etched into every feature.
“Unnie! I got a message. I’m a VIP now! He was just helping me understand it,” Yuna explains, showing Ryujin her phone.
Ryujin scans the message, then checks her own phone. Her brow furrows. “I didn’t get anything.”
“I can wait with you,” Yuna offers immediately, lacing her arm through Ryujin’s. “Until your queue comes up.”
“Don’t be silly,” Ryujin says, though her jaw is tight. “You should go. It’s fine. I’ll wait here.” She forces a smile for Yuna. “Go have fun. I’ll call if I need anything.”
You seize the moment, layering on a coat of false courtesy. “With your permission, Miss Ryujin,” you say, tilting your head, “I can make sure she finds the VIP elevator. Wouldn’t want her to get lost.”
You see the conflict in Ryujin’s eyes. She doesn’t trust you an inch, but causing a scene, denying Yuna her VIP access with a staff member offering help, would look bad.
She hesitates, then gives a short nod. “Fine. Straight to the elevator. No detours.” Her eyes drill into yours, a silent threat.
“Of course,” you say smoothly.
You lead Yuna through the pulsating crowd, your hand hovering near the dimple of her back without touching it. You point out the matte-black doors of the VIP elevator, manned by a guard in a far better suit than yours.
“Right through there,” you say.
Yuna turns, giving you that dazzling smile. “Thank you so much for your help. Really.”
You nod, your own smile feeling like a grimace. “My pleasure. Have a good time up there.”
She steps toward the elevator. The guard looks at you, then at his tablet. He holds up a hand, stopping you both. “Staff clearance is for the main floor and basement only. You can’t go up.”
Fucking hell. The frustration is a live wire in your veins. One obstacle after another. Your molars grind together so hard you hear the scrape. You force yourself to breathe.
Yuna looks back at you, gives an apologetic little shrug, and then the guard scans a code on her phone. The elevator doors sigh open, revealing a plush, mirrored interior. She steps inside, turns, and offers a final, small wave.
The doors slide shut, swallowing her whole. Your prey. Gone.
You stand there for a long moment, staring at your own distorted reflection in the polished black metal. The throbbing bass, the laughter, the scent of sweat and perfume—it all feels suddenly abrasive, mocking.
You exhale, a long, slow stream of air that does nothing to cool the furnace now burning in your chest. You turn on your heel and walk back to your useless post by the pillar, your hands curling into fists at your sides.
The night is long. The VIP elevator has just swallowed your opportunity. But down here, in the gutter of Oblivion, plans can change. Rules can bend. And frustration like yours doesn’t just fade away.
The walk back to your pillar is a slow burn of simmering rage. Your eyes scan the room, not for trouble, but for a new target. And they find her immediately.
Shin Ryujin.
She’s back at the booth. One leg crossed over the other, a picture of composed impatience. But you see the subtle tells. The manner in which her thighs press together tightly, a slow, unconscious squeeze as well as the way her fingers tap a restless rhythm on the table.
She’s waiting, and she’s not happy about it. A few people stop by—a bleary-eyed actor you recognize from a third-rate drama, a giggling influencer with too much filler.
Ryujin offers them tight, polite smiles, exchanges a few words, but her eyes keep drifting toward the hall where Yuna disappeared. She’s the guard dog left behind, and she’s getting anxious.
A new plan, clicks into place in your mind. Yuna or Ryujin. It doesn’t fucking matter. One is sweet nectar, the other is spiked liquor.
Your cock, hard and aching with frustrated intent, isn’t a picky eater. It just wants to be fed. And to feed it, you need to get past those walls. You need to get on her good side, even if it’s just for a moment.
You move to the nearest service bar, your extra-staff lanyard getting you a nod from the overworked bartender. “Something for a guest,” you say, your voice all business.
You order a mocktail, something fruity and innocent-looking in a tall glass. While the bartender’s back is turned, crushing ice, your hand dips into the inner pocket of your cheap suit.
A small, clear vial. Two drops of a colorless, odorless liquid—a little something you “acquired” for nights just like this. It’s not a knockout drug. It’s a loosener. A greaser for the wheels of inhibition. You stir it with a straw, watching it vanish into the vibrant red liquid.
Glass in hand, you approach her booth. She sees you coming and her posture stiffens, that familiar cold assessment returning to her eyes.
“Miss Ryujin,” you say, placing the drink on the table in front of her with a respectful nod. “A complimentary drink. Non-alcoholic. You look like you could use a refreshment while you wait.”
She doesn’t touch it. Just stares at you. “I didn’t order this.”
“I know. My apology,” you say, taking a half-step back, putting your hands in your pockets in a non-threatening gesture.
You let your voice soften, lacing it with contrition. “For earlier. I overstepped. I let my fanboy side get the better of me when I should have been professional. It won’t happen again. I truly mean no harm.” You meet her gaze, holding it with what you hope looks like sincere regret.
She studies you for a long, silent moment. The music thumps around you. Finally, she uncrosses her legs, but the wariness doesn’t leave her face. She doesn’t say a word.
Good enough. You’ve planted the seed. “I’ll leave you to it,” you say, giving another small, polite nod. “Please, let me know if you need anything at all.” You turn, beginning to walk away, counting the steps in your head.
One. Two. Three—
“Wait.”
You stop, turning back slowly, an eyebrow raised in polite inquiry.
She’s looking at the drink, then back at you. “What’s it like?” she asks, her voice is quieter now, less confrontational. “Up there. On the VIP floors. Is the performance really that grand?”
Jackpot.
Her words are an electric jolt of victory straight to your groin. She has no idea. Neither of them does. It’s almost laughable, the sheer, shocking naivety of it. They walked into the lion’s den thinking it was a petting zoo.
You let a carefully crafted look of mild surprise cross your face. “I thought everyone who came here knew what Oblivion was about.”
Ryujin shrugs, a defensive gesture. “A senior recommended it. Said it was a good place for a side gig during our free time. To network.”
The lie you weave is smooth, effortless. “Ah. I see. Well, the VIP floors are exclusive. The performances are fancy. But,” you lean in slightly, lowering your voice as if sharing a confidence, “getting the queue message doesn’t always mean you will perform. Sometimes, you’re just invited to watch. To be part of the audience. Yuna might just be a spectator up there as we speak.”
She digests this, her eyes searching your face for deceit. You hold steady, the picture of a little awkward but helpful staff member. She gives a slow nod. “So it’s nothing shady, then.”
The laugh you suppress is almost painful. “Of course not,” you say, your voice the very sound of reassurance. A big, fat, beautiful lie. “It’s all about prestige. An experience.” You offer her a warmer smile. “Your queue will probably come through soon. They usually stagger invitations.”
Ryujin lets out a long, slow exhale, the tension in her shoulders easing a fraction. The anxious guard dog is being soothed. Her eyes drop to the tall, red glass on the table. She reaches for it, her fingers wrapping around the stem.
“Thank you,” she says, her voice still guarded but lacking its earlier ice.
“My pleasure,” you reply. You watch, your heart hammering a violent rhythm against your ribs, as she brings the glass to her lips. She takes a sip. Then a longer, deeper drink, her throat working as she swallows. The fruity concoction must be to her taste, or her thirst is greater than her suspicion.
You don’t wait for her to finish. You’ve seen what you needed to see. The hook is baited and set.
“I should get back to my post,” you say quickly, giving her one last, professional smile. “Enjoy your drink, Miss Ryujin.”
You turn and walk away toward a shadowed alcove near the service corridor. From there, you have an unobstructed view of her booth. You lean against the wall, the cool plaster a contrast to the feverish heat under your skin.
She finishes the drink, setting the empty glass down with a soft clink. A few minutes pass. She checks her phone again, frowns, and sets it aside. She runs a hand through her dark hair, then rubs at her temple.
The first sign. A slight flush begins to creep up her neck, visible even in the strobe-lit gloom. She uncrosses and recrosses her legs, the movement less controlled now. She fans herself briefly with her hand.
The chemical is doing its work. Not dulling her, not putting her to sleep. It’s peeling away the layers of control, of caution. It’s making the room warmer, the lights more hypnotic, the wait more intolerable. It’s softening the edges of her sharp vigilance.
You wait. You let the drug and the environment work in tandem. She declines another drink from a passing waiter with a shake of her head, but her movements are looser.
She leans back in the booth, her gaze drifting across the dance floor, no longer laser-focused on the elevator. The protective hawk is becoming a drowsy dove.
The good guy act has served its purpose. The apology, the free drink, the reassuring lies—they were the keys to the cage. Now, the cage door is swinging open. Your new prey is sitting there, her defenses chemically compromised, alone in a sea of predators where you are the one who knows the terrain best.
You push off the wall, adjusting the front of your trousers where your erection strains the fabric.
The chemical fire works its way through her system beautifully. You watch from the shadows as Ryujin’s composed edges begin to melt. A sheen of sweat glistens on her collarbones, exposed by her off-shoulder white shirt. She fans herself again, then presses her palms to her flushed cheeks. Her breaths, from this distance, look deeper, less controlled.
When she stands up, it is a swaying, unsteady lurch. Her hand slaps down on the table to steady herself, her cocktail glass tipping over. She takes one wobbling step away from the booth, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
This is your cue.
You’re behind her in three silent strides. Your arms go around her torso, ostensibly to catch her, but you pull her back onto your chest.
Her firm ass directly grinds the thick, rigid line of your cock straining your trousers. You rut against her ass once, a deliberate motion disguised as catching her weight.
“Whoa there! Easy, Miss Ryujin. Are you alright?” Your voice is right by her ear, thick with false concern.
She stiffens, a jolt of awareness fighting through the chemical haze. She tries to push your arms away, but her strength is sapped. “I’m… I’m fine. Just dizzy. You can let go.” Her words are slurred, her breathing coming in heavier pants.
“You’re not fine. You’re about to fall. Let me take you to the staff rest area, it’s quiet there,” you say, your hands sliding down from her ribs to her hips, holding her firmly.
“No,” she insists, a weak tremor in her voice. “I said let go.” She tries to wrench herself sideways, but her legs are uncooperative rubber.
“Too bad,” you murmur, the pretense of helpfulness evaporating like smoke.
You shift your grip, one arm locking around her waist, the other hooking under her arm. She’s tall, but you’re bigger, and the drug has made her dead weight.
You half-drag, half-carry her away from the main floor, toward a dim, soundproofed corridor marked ‘PRIVATE’ with a small, red light above the archway. The real VIPs go up. The extracurricular activities happen down here.
She mumbles incoherent protests, her head lolling. To test her, to taste her resistance, your hand on her waist slips down, roughly palming her full ass through her skirt, squeezing hard to make her gasp.
At the same time, you duck your head and press your wet, open mouth to the hot skin of her neck, biting down on the tendon before lapping at it, then sucking her earlobe between your teeth.
“S-stop… get off… Eugh!” she shouts, but it’s a weak, breathy sound, lost in the muffled bass from the main room. Her struggle is pathetic, a feeble twitching against your iron-clad hold.
You reach an unmarked door, shove it open with your shoulder, and kick it shut behind you. The room is small, utilitarian: a large, padded platform masquerading as a bed, a shelf with towels, a table with sex stuff, and harsh overhead lighting.
With a contemptuous heave, you shove her onto the padded surface. She lands on her back with a soft whump, her skirt riding high up her thighs. For a moment, she just lies there, dazed, chest heaving.
You stand at the foot of the platform, your eyes raking over her supine form. You pull your cheap suit jacket off and let it drop to the floor, your tie follows. You yank your shirt over your head, kicking your shoes off simultaneously. Your bare chest expands with a deep, anticipatory breath.
Ryujin tries to push herself up on her elbows, her vision swimming. “What… what are you doing…?”
You climb onto the platform, kneeling between her splayed legs. You don’t touch her yet. You just loom over her, a dark shape blocking the single light from the ceiling.
“Don’t worry about me,” Your voice is a low, cruel rasp. “Worry about Yuna. She’s probably having so much fun upstairs by now.”
Ryujin’s bleary eyes sharpen with a fragment of clarity. “Yuna…?”
You unbuckle your belt, the click-clack of the leather unnaturally loud in the small room. “Yeah. Pretty, tall Yuna. You know how many dicks in this club have set their eyes on her?
She’s one of the most popular gooning topics around here. Everyone’s had a piece of her in their fantasies. And now she’s up there, in the VIP rooms, where fantasies become receipts.”
Her brain, fogged and slow, struggles to parse your words. “What… what the hell do you mean by that?” she slurs, confusion and dawning horror warring on her face.
You don’t answer with words. You answer with your hands. Both shoot out and grab the bare skin of her exposed thighs, just above her knees. Your grip pinning her limbs in place.
“NO!” The scream is raw and sudden, fueled by a last surge of adrenaline. She tries to spring up, her legs kicking out between your arms, her feet scrambling against the sheets.
It only excites you more. Shifting one hand from her thigh to her throat. You don’t squeeze to choke yet—you press down, pinning her upper body to the bed, using your weight to immobilize her.
“Stay. Down,” you grunt.
Your other hand releases her thigh and goes to the side zip of her skirt. You yank it down in one harsh rip.
Her free hands fly up, clawing weakly at your solid, bare chest and shoulders. Her nails scrape harmlessly over your skin, a kitten’s protest.
Her eyes, wide with terror and chemical confusion, stare up at you as you loom over her, her skirt now open, her vulnerability laid bare beneath the denim.
The fight is leaching out of her, replaced by a terrifying, drugged helplessness
Normally, on nights like this, you like to take your time. Savor the fear, the trembling, the slow unraveling of a victim’s will.
But the image of Yuna disappearing behind those elevator doors, the sight of Ryujin’s haughty face cracking under the haze—it’s pushed you past the point of patience. You are a wire pulled taut, and she is the only ground.
You make quick work of her safety shorts.
Your hand rips at the thin, black fabric stretched over her hips. The material, meant to protect her modesty from the world, is no match for your raw strength.
There’s a loud, satisfying rrriiippp as you tear the sides apart, yanking the ruined scrap down her thighs and discarding it somewhere on the floor.
She’s left in nothing but her open, unzipped skirt bunched around her waist, her underwear—a plain, white cotton pair—damp with a hint of betrayal.
“No… get off… ugh!” she whimpers, her voice cracking.
You don’t even bother to remove the underwear. You just hook a finger under the crotch and pull it aside, exposing her pussy to the dim light of the room.
It’s smooth and puffy, freshly shaved or waxed or whatever idols do for maintenance. There’s not a single hair covering the soft, swollen lips. And despite her terror, her body is betraying her.
The flesh is glistening, sticky, and wet, a thin sheen of natural lubrication spreading down her crack.
The drug courses through her veins loosening every muscle, every nerve, turning her fear into a heat that seeps out of her most intimate places.
Her arm flails, hitting your forearm with weak slaps as your other hand maintains the pressure on her throat. She’s heaving, her chest rising and falling in panicked bursts, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.
You loosen your grip on her throat to let her breathe, then slide your hand down. Two fingers find her slit. You rub them along her puffy lips, spreading the moisture, pressing to part them.
She jerks and thrashes beneath you, but her body is a rag doll. “Oh, look at that,” you say, a chuckle bubbling up from your chest. “You’re soaking already. You can tell me you don’t want this, but your cunt is singing a different song.”
You bring your slick fingers to your mouth. You suck them clean, tasting her sweet, drug-spiced nectar. “Fuck. That’s good.”
Her face contorts in a grimace of shame and horror. “N-No… don’t…” The words are barely a whisper.
“Relax,” you say, the command dripping with mock gentleness. “Or this might be painful.”
You fumble with your own trousers, yanking the waistband down, freeing your cock. It springs out, thick and hard, and engorged, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum. She sees it, her eyes widening in sheer terror. She tries to close her thighs, but you’re between them.
Your free hand guides the tip to her entrance. You nudge the slick flesh with the blunt, swollen head, teasing her, pressing just slightly before pulling back. Her body goes rigid as a board. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. She shakes her head frantically, a mute plea.
“Shhh,” you coo. “It’s going to be okay.”
With a small push, your cockhead slips inside her pussy. Her body seizes. A strangled gasp escapes her as the thick crown stretches her entrance, forcing its way into her warm channel.
She is a virgin to this, at least to this kind of violation. Her pussy clenches around the intrusion, trying in vain to push it out. Tears finally spill from the corners of her eyes, rolling down her temples and into her hair.
She is fully aware now—the haze is not enough to dull the reality of the thick, foreign flesh invading her private body part. She is helpless. Raped. Her dignity shatters with every inch.
You release your cock, using that hand instead to grip her meaty inner thigh. You push it down on the mattress, spreading her wider, making her completely open and vulnerable.
Then you move your hips. A slow, grinding push. Your cock sinks deeper into her pussy, claiming territory her body has never surrendered. The tight, wet heat is intoxicating. A low groan drawn from deep in your chest escapes your mouth.
“Fuck,” you breathe. “I didn’t expect your pussy to be this good.” You laugh, a dirty sound that makes her grimace through the tears streaming down her face. “Look at you. Crying like a baby. But your body is loving every second of it.”
You pull back, then you snap your hips forward as the last remaining length of your cock spears into her pussy in one sudden deep thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin is loud.
She lets out a choked scream, her back arching off the bed, a pain so sharp and immediate it cuts through the drug’s fog.
Her nails dig into your forearms, not to push you away but just to hold onto something, anything, as the full length of you buries itself inside her, hilt-deep, pressing her cervix.
You pause for a moment, savoring the tight, raw feel of her convulsing. Her sobs are silent now, muffled by the hand you clamp over her mouth, the other hand pinning both of her wrists above her head. She is completely at your mercy, split open, filled to the brim, utterly consumed.
Your voice is a ragged whisper in her ear as you begin to move, slow at first, then with a building, merciless rhythm. “You’re going to take every last drop of my cum, and you’re going to hate yourself for how much you’ll enjoy it by the end.”
Your hips find a rhythm, a piston-like tempo that shakes the luxurious mattress. Each thrust is a reclaiming of every ounce of control she’s ever had. The room fills with the wet schlick-schlick of your cock driving into her soaked pussy, and the muffled, broken whimpers losing the battle against your palm.
“Mmnnngh—nngh, hngggh, s-stop—”
Her muffled pleas vibrate through your hand, through her skull, as her body jerks with every impact. Her eyes are rolled back, tears mixing with sweat, her makeup smearing into a tragic mess.
Her thighs tremble, spread wide and helpless, one pinned down by your hand, the other jerking weakly beside your hip. You pull your hand off her mouth to better enjoy her cries.
“Please, no, it hurts, oh god, it hurts, please, why are you doing this, please—” The words tumble out in a broken, shrill flood, each one punctuated by the crack of your balls meeting her ass.
“Because you’re a stuck-up bitch who thought she was too good for this club,” you snarl, your face hovering inches above hers. “You thought you could just sit there, looking down your nose at me, protecting your little princess Yuna? Look at you now. Look at what’s buried inside that cunt.”
Your hand cracks across her cheek. The slap is sharp, a bright red handprint blooming on her flushed skin. Her head snaps to the side, but your cock stays buried inside her, throbbing.
She sobs, a raw, ragged sound. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry, please—I won’t—I won't tell anyone—please stop—”
You laugh, withdrawing your cock almost fully then slam home again, a single, devastating thrust that makes her entire body arch off the bed. “No, shit. Of course you won't. Just stay still, bitch.” You slap her other cheek for good measure, harder. Her head lolls, vision spinning.
Your thumb finds her clit, swollen and wet, and you press down on it as you continue fucking her. Her eyes go wide in shock, her mouth open in a scream that won’t come out. “No! Gahhh—No—! Stop touching me there! Oh shit— nnghh—”
Her words dissolve into a moan, involuntary and shameful. Her body betrays her, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around your shaft, coating you in another wave of creamy, drug-induced slickness. It leaks out around your cock, staining the sheets beneath her.
“Look at that,” you say, pulling out slightly to watch the milky cream gather at her entrance before ramming back in, making it foam. “Your useless cunt is weeping for me. Soaking my cock. And yet you’re lying there like a dead fish. A whore who can’t even admit she loves it.”
“I don’t—I hate it— aaahhhnngh—” She chokes on a strangled cry as you angle deeper, hitting a spot that makes her stiffen, her back arching so far it seems like a bow. Her hands ball into fists, her nails scoring the sheets, her knuckles white.
“Hate it? Hmm?” You slow down just for a second and pull her skirt up. You grip her chest through her off-shoulder shirt, roughly squeezing her small but firm tits, twisting her nipples through the fabric. She howls.
“You’re dripping, your cunt is strangling my cock, and you say you hate it? What will Yuna say when she finds out her unnie is a lying, moaning whore?”
At the mention of Yuna, Ryujin’s face contorts with a fresh wave of anguish.
A mournful sob escapes her. “Don’t—don’t mention her—please—she can’t know—she can’t— ohhh nnnghh—”
“She won’t know,” you hiss, your pace quickening again, reverting to the hammering. “She’s too busy being a pretty little doll for the VIPs. But you, poor Ryujin, they’ll find you here, pregnant with my cum, and I’ll tell everyone you begged for it.”
Her weeping intensifies, her body stiffening, a shudder running through her like an electric current. She tries to close her legs, but you wedge your knees between them, forcing them apart.
Your hand flies again, this time landing on her breast, a loud slap on the flesh that echoes in the small room. She whimpers, her mouth open, a string of drool running from the corner of her lips. Her eyes are unfocused, alternating between terror and a haze.
“It hurts… I’m so tight… you’re too big…” she gasps, her voice barely audible.
“That’s because you’re a tight little virgin,” you grunt, your strokes becoming shorter, faster, brutal. “A tight, pathetic little virgin who’s never been properly stuffed. Aren’t you grateful? I’m giving you this experience for free. My cock is worth more than your entire group’s revenue.”
Her hands weakly push at your chest, sliding off sweat-slick skin. “Please… slow down… I can’t… I can’t take it… mmmyyaaahhh!” A sharp moan escapes as you hit her deepest part again.
Her pussy clenches in a convulsive, convulsing spasm; not pleasure, but overwhelming stimulation burning through her nerve endings.
You feel your own building release, a tightening in your balls, a shuddering in your spine. You don’t slow down. You chase it, your hips a blur, your balls slapping her ass with wet thwacks. The room is filled with the sounds of your grunts, her broken sobs, the squelching of your pistoning cock.
“You feel that, slut?” you growl, leaning down to bite her neck, hard to bruise. “I’m about to cum. And I’m going to cum right inside your worthless cunt. I’m going to fill you up with my cum. You’ll be carrying my bastard, knowing every time you look in the mirror that you were too weak to stop me.”
She thrashes, a last, desperate attempt. “No! Not inside! Pull out! Please, God, no! I’m not on—I’m not safe! Please! AAAAHHH!” Her scream is piercing, her body going rigid, stiff as a board.
Her inner walls clamp down, not with pleasure, but with pure panic, a vice-like resistance that only makes your own climax more violent.
Your hand snaps out, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at you. “Look at me,” you snarl through gritted teeth. “Look at the man who owns you.”
Her tear-streaked face, contorted in agony, stares up at you with droopy, broken eyes. And you feel it. The surge, the peak, the explosion.
A groan rips from your throat as you slam deep one final time, your cock twitching violently as you pump load after thick load of hot, sticky cum deep into her womb.
She feels a hot, foreign flood spreading inside her, filling her to overflowing. Her body convulses, her legs shaking, her toes curling, a pathetic, strangled wail escaping her lips as she sobs through her own helpless climax of fear and overstimulation.
You stay there, buried to the hilt, panting, savoring the feeling of her spasming around your cock. Her body is limp, broken, a heaving wreck on the mattress. Cum drips out around your shaft, a viscous, creamy mixture staining the sheets.
You pull out slowly, letting the cum ooze out of her gaping, used pussy. “Don’t think this is over, Shin Ryujin. We have all night.”
You pull out of her pussy with a wet squish, your cock glistening with a mixture of her juices and your cum.
Ryujin lies there, a crumpled, trembling heap on the mattress. Her chest heaves with hitching breaths, her eyes half-lidded, staring at nothing. Her legs are splayed wide, cum slowly oozing out of her swollen, reddened pussy.
You step off the bed, your bare feet hitting the cold floor. Your own breathing is heavy, a sheen of sweat cooling on your skin. You rummage through the pile of discarded clothes, your fingers closing around the familiar weight of your phone. You pull it out, the screen lighting up with a soft glow.
You unlock the phone, swipe to the camera app, and flip it to video mode. You hold it up, framing the scene before you.
Ryujin's splayed and shuddering frame fills the screen. Her off-shoulder shirt is bunched around her neck, revealing her small, perky tits with their hardened, abused nipples.
Her skirt is a wrinkled mess around her waist. Her thighs are smeared with a mixture of sweat, her own creamy fluids, and your cum.
Her pussy is a wreck; swollen and gaping slightly, a thick rivulet of white cream trickling down her tiny asshole.
Her face is a degradation, tear tracks cutting through smeared makeup, hair plastered to her forehead, lips swollen from biting back screams, her eyes are glazed, barely blinking.
You zoom in, capturing the details. The slap marks on her cheeks, the bite bruise on her neck, the convulsive twitching of her inner thighs. She's not moving, just lying there.
"Look at that. Shin Ryujin. One of the most famous idols in Korea. And now? Now she's just a used, cumbucket piece of meat."
She flinches at your words. Her hand twitches, trying to move, but it falls back. She doesn't have the strength to cover herself, to hide.
You pan the camera down, lingering on her quivering thighs, her messy cunt. You squat down, getting a close-up of the cum leaking out of her, mixing with her own slick. "This is what happens when you play guard dog for the wrong people. You should have minded your own business."
You reach out with your free hand, two fingers pressing her pussy hole, pushing them inside just enough to scoop up a generous glob of your mixed cum. You bring it to her lips, smearing it across her mouth.
"Taste yourself," you order. "Taste what happens to good girls who wander into bad places."
Her lips quiver, but she doesn't have the strength to turn her head away. The cum smears over her lips, some trickling into her mouth. She gags, a dry, retching sound.
You stand up, holding the phone steady, capturing her pathetic state. You will need this insurance - insurance that she won't talk, won't report. Insurance that the proud Shin Ryujin will be forever chained to this moment.
You drop the phone onto the bed beside her and climb back onto the mattress. Your cock, still slick and half-hard, hangs heavy between your legs.
You fist your hand in her tangled, sweat-soaked hair, and yank her upper body upward into a rough, sitting position. Her head lolls, her neck barely able to support itself, her eyes glassy.
"Wake up, slut," you sneer, giving her hair another tug that makes her whimper. "You're not done yet. You're going to clean me up. I need to get back to work."
She blinks, trying to process your words through the fog of violation and drugs. Her mouth opens, a weak protest forming, but you don't give her the chance. You guide your semi-erect cock to her lips, pressing the cum-coated head against her mouth.
"Open," you command, your voice cold. "Suck. Make it clean. Every last drop."
She hesitates, her eyes welling up with more tears. But the threat in your gaze is apparent. Her lips part, trembling, and you push forward.
The head slips past her lips, and her warm, wet mouth envelopes your shaft. Her hands come up weakly, clutching your thighs for support, her nails digging into your skin as she tries not to gag.
"Good girl," you murmur, your hips beginning to move in slow, shallow thrusts. "Use that tongue. You're an idol, right? You must know how to please. Show me."
She gags a wet sound, but you don't stop. You fuck her mouth, savoring the sensation of her soft lips wrapped around your shaft, her tongue clumsily attempting to clean the taste of her own shame from your skin.
Your cock is hardening again, the heat of her mouth and the sight of her tear-streaked face beneath you working its magic.
And while she works, you reach for your phone and hold it up, the camera clicking rapidly, snapping picture after picture. Ryujin, on her knees, her lips stretched around your cock, her hands clutching your thighs, her eyes red and vacant. Perfect blackmail material.
"It's hard not to get a second wind with a mouth this pretty," you say, "But I've got two hours left on my shift. Damn shame."
You pull back, your cock slipping from her lips. She slumps sideways, falling back onto the bed, gasping for air, drool stringing from her mouth.
You turn away, reaching for the small drawer beside the bed. It slides open with a soft hiss, revealing a handful of small, white pills. You scoop them up and turn back to her.
"Time for a little nap, Ryujin," you say, your voice almost casual. "You've got a long night ahead."
You climb on top of her again, straddling her chest, one hand gripping her jaw, forcing her mouth open. She struggles weakly, her hands batting at your arms, but she's too far gone to put up any real fight. You shove the pills past her lips, pressing them to the back of her throat.
"Swallow," you order. She chokes, her eyes wide with panic, but you hold her jaw shut, rubbing her throat until she has no choice but to obey. The pills go down dry, scraping against her esophagus, making her gag again.
You slap her face one final time, a stinging blow that makes her head snap to the side. Her eyes flutter, the drugs already taking hold. Her limbs grow heavier, her breathing shallower. Within moments, her eyes roll back, and she goes limp, unconscious.
You climb off the bed, pulling on your trousers, your shirt, your tie. You dress quickly, efficiently, adjusting your collar in the dim light.
You glance back at her, a broken, motionless figure on the mattress. Cum still stains her thighs, her face is a mess, and she's completely out cold.
You grab your phone, pocketing it after a final glance at the incriminating photos. You know she won't be going anywhere anytime soon. And when she wakes up, she will learn harder what happens to pretty idols who wander into the wrong den.
So, let's dive right into things—you're fucking the hell out of Yeji's face.
Getting her teary-eyed, sloppy with it; manhandling her by the hair, stretching out her jaw, feeling her throat gag while you work yourself in and out of the most divine set of lips; sliding deep until her drool's lacquering your balls and it's all too much.
She just looks up at you: would be grinning if your cock wasn't keeping her mouth busy, would be laughing if you weren't choking every squeal back into her, but it's her eyes doing the real work—sharp, wicked; lit with the most depraved fucking intentions.
You've only really known her for a week, but you get her message loud and clear:
“That all you got?”
Like she's winning. Like she's not the one between your legs, poolside, half-submerged, a natural on her knees. One-piece swimsuit hugging nice and snug, fingers digging into your thighs, tears streaming clean down naked cheeks, gasping for air.
You tug her head back, lips gliding off you until your shaft's slipping out—there's a thick strand that follows, saliva bridging her swollen lips to your cockhead, catching the underwater lights, shiny sheen in the dark.
Her chest heaves, nylon pulls tight across her tits; she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, it's purely for show—she clearly has little problem getting a bit messy.
And yeah—there's the grin.
You try to slap it off her face with your cock.
“Too much for you?” Yeji asks; and it's probably the first complete sentence you've heard from her pretty mouth.
—
All you've got is half an hour ago: you, stepping out of your suite—Yeji, stepping out of hers. Your temporary next-door neighbour, wrapped in a hotel towel with two thin straps tied at the back of her neck, barely hanging on. A flick of the wrist, that's all it would take.
Would be the closest you'd been to her—except for your adjoining balconies, side-by-side, where you're pretty goddamn certain she'd timed herself to your smoke breaks.
Night after night, leaning over the railing to catch a buzz from her side, a breath through the gap; little choked-off whimpers starting up the same second as your lighter and climbing, shameless and pornographic, until the cigarette had burned down to your fingers.
But face-to-face? She stared you down, dead-to-rights, and let the towel drop.
Gave you a full look at her—that sinful silhouette flooding fantasies into your frontal cortex—shit like getting those long smooth legs over your shoulders; your teeth in the swell of her perky high tits; thumbs digging into the plane of her ridged abs to span that ridiculously tiny waist; just tearing that monochrome chequered swimsuit off her and using her, like every inch of her, head-to-toe, is demanding you take her right fucking now—lips, hips, eyes screaming sex, screaming fuck me, screaming—why am I not already impaled on your big, fat cock?
Putting to shame every single image you'd conjured to accompany the self-fucked schlick-schlick-schlick she'd been piping through your window; until she tired of your slack-jawed, dumbfounded, goon-brained stare, tilted her chin towards the elevator and asked—“Going up?”
(Got your hands on her before the doors shut, looped your tongue around hers and wrenched it out of her mouth, pinned her spine to the handrail—determined to find where to touch to convince her that next time she should just jump balcony-to-balcony, seventy-something storeys up, and hand the heavy burden of making her cum her brains out to someone who doesn't need their batteries replaced.)
—
To now: top floor, infinity pool, suite access only, dark and empty this late past midnight.
You'd have followed her off the roof if she'd tipped her chin at the edge. Basically what she's asking you to do now, busy tonguing the question into the underside of your cock.
“Jesus—fuck—Yeji—” you groan, ripped from your throat, music to her ears.
“You know me?” She hums, lips vibrating along your shaft, curving wider—kinda thing that really fucks you up: lidded eyes, sloppy spit-soaked smile wrapped around the girth of you. Cheeks going hollow, seeing if you can find something to fill them with.
“Looked you up,” slips from you, because, yeah, she's so obviously someone—just how she carries herself, type of girl with a gravity, someone worth idolising. “It didn't take long.”
“Shame,” she says. “I kinda liked the idea of us being perfect strangers.”
“We basically are,” you try, rescuing the thought before it turns to mush with the rest of your brain when her tongue draws a wide stripe from behind your balls, up and over, performs an obscene manoeuvre at the head. “You still don't know my name.”
“True.” She comes up; presses a kiss to your tip, tongue flickering over the beads that seep out, savouring your flavour. “Though something tells me you'll have me screaming it in—oh, five minutes?”
“Two,” you answer, and you're detached, sliding into the water next to her, both hands to her waist, fingertips pressed into that flat stomach (you'll make it bulge soon enough). Ignoring that raised eyebrow, the smirk, the oh, please lead the way, handsome stranger.
A split-second eye-to-eye is all you get for now—so take it: chin tipped up, flawless features soaked and moon-lit. Lashes flecked and clumped, cheekbones that'll scar you, a mouth so soft on a face this wrecked—just stops you dead.
(Yeji from your research, from next door, from now—out from the photographs and fantasies and it's a total catastrophe, more than enough to pull you under and hold you there until it's all you have to breathe.)
That's the taste you get; drink it in then hoist her up, spin her, get her squealing for the first time. Pulling her half out of the pool to brace against the vanishing glass—where it all just stops: water trickling quietly over the lip, the whole city strewn out beneath.
You run a hand over a cheek, unhurried, proprietary. That generous handful, cut to measure—porcelain, pristine, peachy-fucking-keen.
“So. How would you like to be fucked tonight?”
Doesn't even bother turning; throws it out into the air. “Haven't you been listening? I gave you six nights of notes—put them to use.”
Fair enough. “Spread your legs. Hands out.”
You fold her over, palms to the infinity edge; she goes with it easy, gets prone like she's done it in her head a thousand times already. Flawless fuckdoll, posable and pliable, all the perverse shit only the most perfect girls can stir; and there it is—the entire problem, presented.
That tight, firm ass.
You could weep. But things are already wet enough.
Got her hitched up and arched, cheeks pulled taut; gleaming, calling you, siren's song under the starlight. A clean deep line running down the curve of her, and lower and lower and lower. One touch and you know you'll find her drenched. Ripe and open. Fated since that first late check-in.
You need both hands, spreading her open with your thumbs, feeling her flex whole against your palm, watching her clench under the attention.
Taking a sec. A pretty girl's asshole always deserves a level of reverence. It's only good manners.
She clocks the hesitation. Turns her head, ganders over her shoulder. Rolls into your grip—slow. “Knew it.”
Yeah, there's no denying it—you're already pulling the swimsuit over to the side, testing the stretch, peeling it over her right cheek to get a proper view. “Guilty. Not like you've made it easy for me.”
“And yet it still took you this long,” she says—but so what, you've always been one to wait until the water's warm before dipping a toe in. “Just how much are you—”
“An ass guy? Well, for the right one—” You dip low, let the water raise her hips higher, wade in to press her knees to the wall so you can bless the chlorine and salt and skin with a long, lingering kiss. “Incurable. Terminal.”
“So it's a pre-existing condition,” she says, cause, duh, she loves playing the tease, being the centre of attention; her whole occupation. “Since when?”
“It's a whole chronic thing. Flares up seasonally.”
“Seasonally.” Ecstatic; plays with it around her tongue. “Like around the holidays?”
“Something like that. Or I guess, whenever an ass like yours comes around.”
“Charmer,” and it all gets lost in a gasp when you map that unholy crack splitting her in two—from where she's pinkest, sopping, waiting God knows how long, up to the spot she's braced for—and she jolts, frantic and filthy; a whine you push clean through and out her throat.
“Says the girl that's been shoving it in my face ever since I got here.” Just holding her—shivering against your lips, buzzing beneath your tongue—nose buried deep in the undeniably tightest hole that's haunted your entire stay.
She mumbles, then laughs, already breathless; throws your line back at you: “Guess I'm guilty, too.”
(And Yeji's really been your fucking doom—bent over a gym fountain a second too long; ducking into a sauna with a towel desperately hanging on; letting her panties ride up at the buffet line—sending you a wink back, like yeah, you're welcome, catch you at the next loop of amenities.
Gifting you just enough of a taste to put you on edge, type of shit a guy like you can barely handle; forcing you to do the only thing you really could—go back to your room and run the images filthy through every possible scenario while listening to her on the other side.
Fantasies, from top to bottom: following her into the gym showers, fucking her against the tiles with the water still running. Stripping her in the empty cedar heat and sucking the sweat between her toes, right out her pits, drinking what collects along her spine. Bending her over the breakfast bar, scattering the little jam jars, spreading her open right there over the pastries while she's gripping the countertops and telling you to hurry, hurry, hurry—
Well. You've got your buffet now.)
“At least I know you're not boring.” Yeji coos; another slow suggestion, grinding against your nose, down to your chin. “Won't just lay me down, fuck me nice, tuck me in, right?”
“That's not really on the menu.”
“No? What is?”
You laugh between her cheeks, low and mean into her puckered hole; like nice is even an option, like there's another version of all this: drinks at the bar, dinner downstairs, you making a mockery of smart-casual, her in some sheer cocktail dress.
Nah. Fuck that—it'd still end with her in a toilet stall the moment she turned and bent over, silk pulled taut, giving you the slope and the shape and the tuck of her cheeks at the tops of those long legs.
So you settle with: “I think it's pretty fucking obvious, Yeji.”
“Thought so.”
It's holy work; gaping her open with just your mouth. Tentative, then thorough—tongue flat and dragging, then the tip pushed up and in, working spit into that tight ring until it softens and gives. Getting your mouth filthy with it—chin slick, slobbering, chlorine tang giving way until it's just her, Yeji, keening, rocking back onto your lips.
Trying to fuck your face proper, letting you—practically begging you—devour her best you can, until the sun's up and the chemicals in this pool aren't nearly enough to wash off what you've done to her.
She cries out; wails, guttural and nonsensical but you get the gist. The last of her dignity leaving her—ass higher, chasing the thing girls like her are supposed to pretend they're too composed to want; some rough stranger to rearrange their stomachs, fuck them truly brainless.
Makes sense to offer her something to really wrap her pink lips around; slurring it right into where she's tilted up and open and demanding, more honest than her mouth's been all night: “Want to know who I am now?”
“God—” is a good start, might as well be on the money with how you're making her feel; but she's already drifting lanes when your tongue takes another lap. “Yes, fucking—tell me what to scream—”
You give her your name. Then, a spit-slick thumb, sinking knuckle-deep into her cunt—so, so easy, she's soaked enough to take three.
“Oh-fucking-shit—” she whines, wails out; sliding herself down your tongue.
Simply getting her off: thumb curling inside that sopping slit, tongue twisting into her ass; two different rhythms that have Yeji grinding down onto one and back on the other, can't pick, doesn't have to.
Until she's clenching on both at once, flooding your lips, your hand. Cumming apart, so shameless, so noisy, letting every insomniac know who it is that's wrecking their sleep schedules vis-à-vis fucking up Yeji's tightest hole.
Yeah. It sounds so sweet wailed from Yeji's lungs.
So keen to hear it more, over and over, gonna fuck it out of her in every octave.
That has you pulling her along the side to the shallow end, the steps at the corner. Rimmed boneless, happy to be plucked and placed at your discretion—which is a step higher, heart-shaped ass just above the water, buoyant, begging to be broken.
“Where are we going,” she's mumbling, not really asking.
“Somewhere with better traction. Pool water's not the greatest lube. Won't be able to fuck you right.”
“So romantic.”
“I have my priorities.”
Priorities which amount to getting up on your feet, wet cockhead notched against her saliva-soaked hole, pressing at that insanely tight squeeze.
Fuck. It just makes you smile. It makes Yeji laugh.
“What's so funny?”
“Just—” she starts; bending as you please, happily at your mercy, as good as girls get. “One-track mind, aren't you?”
And that gets you to laugh back. Drag the head of your cock down to her cuntlips, making her shiver, before levelling it where you really want it. “Can't help who I am.”
“You could at least pretend to have other interests.”
“Could. Won't. Sorry.”
“Too late to apologise, anyway,” she curses, all fuck-tipsy, “Just gotta find a way to make up for it.”
Yeji opens for you—slow, grudging; the head of you nestled against her then past, breaching, the agonising stretch. Pale around the widest part of you. Tiny little ring, straining to take a brand-new shape.
Each push forces these exhales out of her, shoulder blades pinching together, spine dipping low, and you can hear her teeth grit as she spits—no, she's drooling into the water beneath.
Whining, whimpering through it all, repeating a mantra that gets your blood pumping, cock-to-brain: “so-stupidly-big-so-fucking-good—”
The fucking feel of it. Searing clutch beyond reason, seizing everything it can take, won't give an inch without a fight. Making you work for it.
Her tiny frame trying to decide—keep you out or drink you in—until Yeji cries out something biblical and makes her choice; taking your name, twisting it round her tongue, pulling it as wide as it'll go, until you're seated to the hilt and there's nothing left of it at all.
Mouth agape, lips hanging open. This airy gasp. Fed so fucking full.
You lose her for a moment, somewhere below her own surface, submerged in it all.
Reach down for her: “Yeji?”
“Mm—” and she surfaces, glassy eyes blinking open to find you behind her; shy school-girl crush or insatiable slut, who's to say. The same taunt calls it for the latter—”That all you got?”
You match her smile. “Think you can handle more?”
“I've been handling worse than you in my head all week.” She grins, brilliant, defiant, delirious and spoiling for more; squeezes her ass around you for good measure. “Catch up.”
Game on, starter-pistol fired—pulling almost all the way out, the sight of her clinging on, rim dragging up your shaft, trying to follow.
And then driving your cock all the way fucking home.
Good news—Yeji's got her voice back; screams skimming over the water and plummeting down the building below. You give her no space to shape it into anything but a beg; a plea, one-syllable slurs fucked apart as you set your rhythm.
Something about your cock: size, shape, ability to stretch her so fucking wide and kill any chance of sitting normally for a good while—your hips cracking into her ass hard enough to make it jump, wet swimsuit snapping against the underside of her cheek, the slap, smack of you bottoming out ringing across the empty rooftop.
Yeji happily lets it happen.
“Christ, yes—” throwing her fine ass back to meet you; every pound, piston, piledrive you fuck into her, over and over, “—use me—do anything you fucking want. Bet it's better than any fucking cigarette.”
And this is the real gift of a stranger: no rules either of you signed, no history to handle gently, nothing owed come morning.
You could do anything.
Mark her up, pull her hair, hands around her throat.
The selfish squeeze around you is all the green light you need.
Digging your fingers into the top of her swimsuit, wrenching it down. All that black and white slicking off her wet skin, setting her tiny tits free, nipples going stiff; fabric bunching uselessly at her waist.
“Fuck—” cut off from her when you gather the swimsuit-turned-reins, haul her hips flush; balls-deep in her ass until the sobs choke down into—“More.”
So needy. You bring your palm down on her cheek, a crack across the rooftop. Seeing your handprint bloom pink; a nice little souvenir, something to find in the mirror tomorrow.
“I know you can do better than that,” she needles, primed for worse. “All that eye-fucking and now you go shy on me—”
The other cheek—harder—breaking the taunt into a whiny moan.
“Getting there, but—” she recovers, something mean and vicious being prepped, something that'll deserve punishment; spat back at you with what's left of that grin, “—why are you still fucking me like you're going to see me again?”
Well.
Pulling your hips back; raising your palm high—and cracking both down faster than friction should allow, harder than you should; chasing that fucked-out-pain-pleasure hissed from her lips that means you're finally getting it right.
“Careful.” You reach, fist a wet rope of her hair, wind it once around your knuckles and pull. “You're gonna make me do some shit we both can't take back.”
“Was that supposed to be a threat?” No hesitation. “I fucking dare you.”
(And that's the thing you've had backwards all week. The whole framing, actually. You've been running this as your fixation—your fetish, your problem to drag back to the room and handle quietly, like you'd packed some shame in your suitcase.
When really she's the one who said take it before you'd laid a finger on her. This cockdrunk, corridor-gaped, irreversibly drilled idol folded over a ledge getting her ass carved out—as if you ever had a say in the matter.)
“You dare me?” You push in deep, wincing at the squeeze, the choke; the slap of your balls against her pussy and she's crying, fucking filth filling your ears. “No, babe—you'll beg me.”
Yeji's straight-up creaming for it, so messy; cunt empty yet spilling anyway, running thick down the inside of her thighs, dripping off her pussy into the water below.
Barely touching her pussy at all—this is all ass. But it's turning her inside-out, wet enough to clog the pool's gutters as surely as you're clogging Yeji's.
Landing you on a diagnosis for your apparently flighty fuck-buddy. You deliver it straight away: “Anal slut.”
That has her head whipping around, scandalised, hilarious to act like this now; like she shouldn't be updating her resume to pitch-perfect anal-cocksleeve.
“Excuse me—”
Another pound, another spank; real fucking joy in railing the comeback out of her before she can land it.
“What did you call me?”
“Don't backtrack.” Getting deep this time. Right where she's hottest, plundering your way into that needy mess, letting it all sit. “Dirty little anal slut. That's who you really are.”
“I—”
“Acting like you're here being very busy, very professional—celebrity bullshit.” You bottom out; she chokes, remembers your fucking name and tries to burst your eardrums with it. “But you were really trying to find this.” Mouth at her ear, the grip of her ass tells you she can feel every word fucked into the back of her skull. “Tell me I'm wrong.”
Nothing comes out—nothing can, apparently. The air's gone from her lungs, whatever she had to say strangled somewhere on the way up. This mouthy little anal slut so thoroughly stunned you almost feel bad for her.
Almost.
Spanking her back to life. Palm to her cheeks, trying to resuscitate her—get a little juice back in her, enough to see your girl through to the end.
“Yes—” and there's the plumbing breaking, pool flooding, ready to overflow; has to recite the unholy porn-star's prayer, just to let you know: “—fuck, yes, fine, I'm your anal slut, I'm your—I don't even care. I'm your filthy little anal whore. Do it. Ruin me. Treat me like I fucking deserve—”
There she is.
You reward her (reward yourself, really) with everything—on that brutal borderline—the give and take; thick throbs in her aching asshole, pincer pulses back, a fuck-fight in the dark—marble-sculptured ass turned impressionistic watercolour; every shade of purple and red bruising and marking her skin.
“So deep—oh that's not fair, that's—I'm gonna—I'm—”
It's all going to shit—she's getting greedier and greedier with each go, messily squelching and squeezing, gonna be no other way out of this besides flooding her sphincter with enough cum hoping to slide your way out.
“Every night, making me listen, putting on a fucking show,” you tell her, intent on staking your cock into every square-inch of Yeji's rear-real-estate. “Just for this—so I'd know how you sound when you're fucked right. Now look at you.”
“Yes—God, yes, keep it, keep it exactly—”
It's a dead ringer—hearing it up close instead of through the window. Yeji on edge, about to cum, and now you get the full picture of it, the raw feel—knees giving out under her, hands that stop bracing and start clawing, ass that pushes her full weight onto you and makes it your job to see it through—
—and an urgent, stupid need hits you: can't let this happen without getting her even closer.
Reaching for the swimsuit still bunched at her hips—hopelessly stretched out and loose, ready for its last job. Hauling her up by it, hand over hand, until her back comes up and slaps against your chest. Don't even have to tug to manage it, just an honest suggestion—come up, join me, let me fix this geometry and fuck you into next year.
Bent-over becomes upright, and upright leaves her with nowhere to go but down on your cock, deeper into her ass. Gravity doing you every favour—sinking that tight body until she's feeling all of you and you're bulging right through her.
Snaking your hands free, one finds a tit—palming, groping, laying claim, thumb dragging rough over a nipple; she curves whole into it. Throat working around nothing at all, and that just won't do—two fingers under her jaw to turn her head, to find your mouth, your tongue, been waiting for her this whole time.
“You could've just said you wanted to look at me,” she manages, when your tongue slips from the corner of her mouth, lining her jaw, her neck, lost investigating her collarbone.
(Through the static of your brain; any neurons that aren't firing on Yeji grinding herself into a puddle on your cock, catching up late to the rest of her and realising it might be more than just her glorious ass.
Bare-faced. Never needed anything to start with. All she's got on is what you or the pool or the ledge put there: hair shoved wrong in a hundred different directions, lips an angry pink, eyes red and full of tears, a mark blooming under her jaw that'll have company in due time.
Just so—
So annoyingly pretty; this girl who's been crying and climaxing for twenty minutes straight cause she fucking loves being thrown around, and is still, no contest, the hottest piece of ass you've ever got your cock in.)
Giggling, laughing into your mouth; gets the idea of what's running through your head when you kiss her again—her lips plush and soft and sweet and yours anything but.
Yeah, maybe she is winning after all.
Pumping her asshole crimson; too hard, too fast, going overboard. You slip backwards, lose your footing, recover somewhere down the steps and into the water without ever slipping free. Her back still against your chest, the pool climbing warm around your bodies and taking you entirely; a forearm banded under her tits and a hand splayed low on her stomach. Weightless. Feet touching nothing at all, still speared on your cock, where else would she go.
“Come on,” she breathes, head lolling back onto your shoulder, like you even need the encouragement. “Just fucking flood my ass.”
Of course you do.
The water can't keep up. It sloshes, climbs, pours over the vanishing edge in fat silver sheets with every slam of your hips, fucking into her swollen ass; the rooftop, your whole world trying to drain itself over the side.
Just as you've found the pace she likes best—rough and mean; stuffing her dumb. Tugging her down to the root, driving up into her on the buoyancy, feeding her ass full of your cock.
“You can feel it—can't you? I'm gonna cum—you're gonna make me cum so hard—you asshole—it's all you—”
“I know. Eyes open.”
“I can't—it's too—it's so much—”
“Should've thought of that before you—fuck—”
And she cums, and it takes the fucking floor with it—dropping clean out from under your feet, nothing stopping you from crashing through each storey but the clutch of her ass.
All of her—Yeji: dancer's build, shoulders, abs, thighs, lovely-little-tits—seizing and staying seized, rigid against your chest, around your cock.
Her ass, her ass, her fucking ass—fucked wide, mercilessly milking you, godforsaken grip, crushing clutches that make you wince, bite your lip, call her things that'd go a step too far for anyone else but land as nothing but praise for this cum-starved hotel hookup.
Pulling you into the deep end with her—no run-up, straight off the springboard.
“Inside—” in pieces, one hand pawing back at your neck, “—give it to me, make me feel it, don't you dare pull out, don't you look away, please in my ass—”
As if there's any other choice.
Up into her, letting go; balls emptying, spewing sperm, cock throbbing out the last of it, heavy load fucked past her guts and packed in tight to stay.
Taking every fucking drop—each spurt landing flush. Her lip quivering, stomach fluttering under your palm, pupils blowing wider cause she just can't stop cumming.
She wants this.
Wants to be watched taking it—blissed-out face she can't help making, the proof of what you've fucked into her, every bit of it witnessed.
Winds up the best it can—Yeji cries out what's left; voice wrung hoarse to one sound, just your name, screamed like it's always been hers instead of a word your tongue branded into her cunt a handful of orgasms ago.
“Take it,” you say—but you mean keep it, because it's all hers, locked and loaded since she looked your way and turned around to make sure you got the complete picture. “All the cum you want—like a good fucking girl.”
You hold her, buried in her, plugging her ass full, smearing it around her insides, until you pull back just enough to catch it well up and spill. Thick and white, squelching out past your cock, wisps in the water before it's all washed away, obscene and glorious and gone.
—
It all goes still—the water, the rooftop, the pool around you both. The pair of you casually floating like you might have really drowned up here.
But whatever, you'll deal with it all later; you're cummed out, spent, she's orgasmed into a higher plane of existence and yet you can't stop touching her: mouth at her chin, her throat, wet along her shoulder and collarbone and it's impossible to imagine ever having your fill.
Her lips find yours, and you realise she might be in the same boat.
“I don't feel like myself anymore,” she states, matter-of-fact, dragging a hand over her own belly, incredulous. Still feeling you twitching inside her ass. Reaching her conclusion: “Perfect fucking strangers.”
You chuckle. After all that. “Still strangers?”
She goes quiet, considering it—thumb worrying at her bottom lip. “Haven't decided. Who knows if you're even half as interesting as your cock?”
“Probably not.”
“Doesn't mean I won't give you the chance to prove me wrong.” Deciding for you already. “Carry me back to my room and we'll work it out from there. Tell me things. What you do. Where you're from. How you got so good with—everything. Then I'll let you know if I'd rather keep you around a little longer.”
You shrug. “Seems a bit backwards, doesn't it?”
“Isn't that how you like it?” The grin resurfaces, sharpening on the challenge.
She hooks an arm around your neck as you lift her out of the water; turning your back on the city, legs locking around your waist on the way up.
“We'll be efficient about it,” she continues, planning it all out; the rest of your night, hopefully the rest of your stay. Her mouth finds your ear, teeth to the cartilage, tongue to the lobe. “Tell me whatever you want. We'll keep going while you talk—I've got an unused cunt you haven't ruined yet, and you already know how many times I can cum in a row.”
“Dive right in, huh?”
“Deep end.” She bites down. “Only way I know how.”
