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.
For now, this concludes Part 1 of this arc, and I'll take a month before posting the next fic.
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Lastly, I love that we got this Chaeryeong performance right when this fic was to be posted uwu gotta love the little coincidences.
I was in the middle of butchering the Brazilian funk TikTok challenge for the third time when the bedroom door opened.
The living room lights were dimmed the way I liked them for practice—soft enough that the phone propped against the water bottle didn’t pick up every sweat shine on my forehead. Bare feet sliding across the wooden floor, hips trying to catch that sharp, rolling bounce the tutorial made look effortless. My shirt was already half-stuck to my back. The beat dropped again and I threw my arms out, laughing under my breath at how stupid I probably looked.
“Seojin.”
Yuna’s voice cut through the music. I paused mid-step, heart still jumping with the bass, and turned.
She stood in the doorway wearing one of my old black hoodies and nothing else that I could see from the waist down. The hem hit the tops of her thighs. Long black hair a little messy from the pillow, cheeks still soft with sleep. She blinked at me like she’d just woken up and the world hadn’t fully loaded yet.
“I want to eat something,” she said, voice low and a little rough.
That was all I needed.
“Yeah? Okay. Stay right there. Don’t move.” I was already grabbing my keys off the counter, shoving my feet into the nearest pair of slides. “GS25 is two minutes. I’ll get the honey butter chips and that peach drink you like. Anything else? Just nod if you’re starving.”
She opened her mouth. I was already halfway out the door.
“Be right back!”
The night air hit cooler than I expected. Streetlights painted the sidewalk yellow. I jogged the whole way, bag bouncing against my thigh, replaying the way she’d looked leaning on the doorframe. Established relationship or not, Yuna still managed to scramble my brain on a regular basis. One sleepy sentence and I was sprinting for convenience-store snacks like the world would end if she got hangry.
I loaded up: two bags of honey butter chips, the peach yogurt drink, a banana milk just in case, and a pack of those soft chocolate-filled cookies she pretended not to like but always finished. The ajumma at the counter gave me the usual look—young guy buying late-night snacks, nothing new. I paid and ran back.
By the time I unlocked the apartment door I was out of breath and grinning.
“Got everything—”
Yuna was still standing in the living room. Music off now. Arms crossed under her chest, one eyebrow raised in that quiet way that usually meant I was about to get roasted.
I held up the plastic bag like an offering. “Honey butter. Peach. Cookies. You’re welcome.”
She stared at the bag. Then at me. Then she exhaled through her nose, the smallest almost-laugh.
“Seojin.”
“Yeah?”
“I said I want to eat something.”
“I know. That’s why I—”
“Not food.”
The bag lowered an inch.
She stepped closer, bare feet silent on the wood. The hoodie shifted with the movement and I caught the briefest flash of the soft curve of her hip. No shorts. No underwear line. Just skin and the loose black fabric that suddenly felt like a personal attack.
“I came out here,” she said, voice still low, “because I woke up wanting you. I was going to say I want to eat you. Or sit on your face. Or just get fucked until I stop thinking about that stupid dance video you keep practicing. But you heard ‘eat’ and vanished before I could finish the sentence.”
Silence stretched. The fridge hummed. Somewhere outside a scooter passed.
I set the bag down very carefully on the counter.
“…Oh.”
Yuna’s mouth twitched. “Yeah. Oh.”
I dragged a hand through my hair, half-embarrassed, half already hard. “In my defense, you looked hungry.”
“I am hungry.” She closed the last bit of distance and hooked two fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants. “Just not for chips.”
That was all the warning I got before she dropped to her knees.
My back hit the edge of the counter. Yuna tugged the sweatpants and boxers down in one smooth pull, and the cool air of the apartment kissed my cock a second before her hand did. She wrapped her fingers around the base and looked up at me through her lashes—half amused, half already focused.
“Next time,” she murmured, “let me finish talking.”
Then she licked a slow stripe from base to tip and took me into her mouth.
The sound I made was embarrassing. Soft and punched-out. Yuna hummed around me like she approved, the vibration traveling straight up my spine. She didn’t tease for long. She never did when she was actually hungry. Wet heat closed over the head, then more, until her nose almost brushed my stomach and her throat fluttered. One hand stayed wrapped around what she couldn’t take; the other braced on my thigh for balance.
I threaded my fingers into her hair without pulling, just holding. The sight of her like that—my hoodie sliding off one shoulder, lips stretched around me, eyes flicking up every few seconds to check my face—nearly ended me early.
She pulled off with a soft, wet sound and replaced her mouth with her hand, stroking slow and tight.
“You ran out of here like the place was on fire,” she said, voice a little wrecked already. “Didn’t even put on real shoes.”
“You said you wanted to eat,” I managed. “I panicked.”
“Cute.” She kissed the tip, then sucked it back in, cheeks hollowing. Her tongue worked the underside in that specific way she knew scrambled every coherent thought I had left. Spit slicked her fingers. The wet sounds filled the quiet apartment and mixed with my uneven breathing.
I lasted maybe three more minutes before I had to tug gently at her hair.
“Bed,” I rasped. “Or I’m finishing right here and you’ll be annoyed.”
Yuna let me go with one last slow lick and stood up, lips shiny. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and smirked.
“Race you.”
She turned and walked toward the bedroom like she hadn’t just had my cock down her throat. The hoodie swayed with every step. I kicked the sweatpants the rest of the way off, abandoned the convenience-store bag, and followed.
By the time I reached the bed she’d already peeled the hoodie off and tossed it somewhere. Naked in the low light from the hallway, all long lines and soft shadows. She climbed onto the mattress on her hands and knees, looked back over her shoulder, and arched her back just enough to be deliberate.
I didn’t need a second invitation.
I crawled up behind her, hands sliding over the warm skin of her hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of her spine. She was already wet when I reached between her legs—slick and ready, like she’d been thinking about this longer than just the few minutes since she woke up. I dragged two fingers through her folds, slow, collecting the wetness, then pushed them inside. Yuna dropped her head forward and made a soft sound into the sheets.
“Still hungry?” I asked, curling my fingers just to hear her breath hitch.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
I replaced my fingers with my cock in one smooth push. The tight heat of her pulled a groan out of both of us. I stayed still for a second, buried deep, forehead resting between her shoulder blades, just feeling her pulse around me. Then I started moving—slow at first, deep strokes that let me feel every inch, then harder when she pushed back to meet me.
The bedframe creaked. Yuna’s fingers twisted in the sheets. Every time I bottomed out she made this soft, punched-out little noise that drove me insane. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I fucked her, and her thighs started to shake.
“There—don’t stop—”
I didn’t. I kept the angle, kept the pressure, until she came with a broken sound and her whole body clenched around me. I fucked her through it, slower now, until the aftershocks faded and she went a little boneless under my hands.
I pulled out carefully. She made a small protesting noise.
“Turn over,” I said.
She rolled onto her back without argument, hair fanned across the pillow, cheeks flushed, lips still shiny. I settled between her thighs and slid back in, slower this time, watching her face. Her legs wrapped around my waist. One of her hands came up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me down until our mouths met—messy, open, tasting like the faint mint of her toothpaste and the salt of earlier.
We moved together like that for a long time. Not rushed. Just deep and steady, the kind of rhythm that builds instead of races. Every time I dragged almost all the way out and pushed back in she exhaled against my mouth. I could feel her getting close again in the way her nails bit lightly into my shoulders and her hips started rolling up to meet every thrust.
I kissed her harder and gave her what she asked for. A few more deep strokes and I came with my face buried in her neck, cock pulsing as I filled her. The wet heat of it made her gasp; she clenched around me like she was trying to keep every drop.
“Inside,” she whispered. “Want it inside.”
We stayed locked together while our breathing slowed. My arms were shaking a little. Hers were looped loosely around my back. Eventually I eased out and rolled to the side, pulling her with me so she ended up half on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. The mess between her thighs was already starting to leak onto the sheets. Neither of us cared.
Yuna’s fingers traced idle patterns on my collarbone.
“Next time,” she said after a while, voice sleepy and satisfied, “when I say I want to eat something, ask for clarification before you sprint to GS25.”
I huffed a quiet laugh and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Noted. Although the snacks are still there if you get actually hungry later.”
“I might. After round two.”
I tipped her chin up so I could see her face. Soft smile. Eyes half-lidded. The same girl who could own a stage in front of thousands and still look like this in our bed—flushed and warm and mine.
“Round two already?”
She shrugged one shoulder, the picture of casual. “You bought cookies. We should work up an appetite.”
I rolled us carefully so she was under me again, elbows braced on either side of her head. She looked up at me with that quiet little smirk that always meant trouble in the best way.
“You’re going to kill me one day,” I said.
“But what a way to go.”
I kissed her again, slower this time, and felt her smile against my mouth. Outside the window the city kept moving. Inside, the abandoned bag of snacks sat on the counter, and the only hunger left was the kind we already knew how to feed.
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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.
PART 1 Ft.Yuna (ITZY) X Beast/Animal/Monster#1: Black Wolf
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The rain had started an hour after the bus left her at the wrong stop. Yuna stood under the sagging awning of an abandoned gas station, white off-shoulder top already damp at the edges, jeans sticking to her thighs. The road behind her was empty. No cars. No signal on her phone. Just thick trees and the low growl of distant thunder.
She had only meant to stretch her legs during the scheduled break. One wrong turn, one missed departure, and now she was stuck somewhere between nowhere and the next town. The sky kept darkening. She pulled the thin fabric of her top higher over her bare shoulders and started walking the only dirt path that looked like it might lead to shelter.
The cabin appeared after twenty minutes of wet leaves and mud. Small, wooden, half-hidden by overgrown bushes. The door was unlocked. Inside smelled of dust and old pine. No electricity, but a stone fireplace still held dry wood. She lit it with the matches left on the mantel and stripped out of her soaked jeans, hanging them near the heat. Her top clung to her skin, the ruffled neckline slipping lower with every movement. She sat on the worn couch in just the white top and simple black panties, knees drawn up, waiting for the storm to pass.
It was the sound that woke her later—slow, heavy breathing just outside the cracked window. Not human. Too deep, too steady. Yuna froze. A large black shape moved past the glass. Yellow eyes caught the firelight for a second before vanishing.
She should have stayed inside. Instead she opened the door a few inches, heart hammering. The wolf stood ten feet away in the rain, fur dark and thick, water dripping from its muzzle. Bigger than any dog she had ever seen. Muscles shifted under the wet black coat as it watched her. No growling. Just that intense golden stare.
“Easy,” she whispered, voice barely audible over the rain. “I’m not… I’m not food.”
The wolf took one step closer. Then another. Yuna’s bare feet stayed planted on the wooden threshold. Something about the way it looked at her—curious, hungry, almost knowing—made her pulse jump in a direction that had nothing to do with fear. She had always been the type to get wet from the wrong things. Late-night videos she deleted after watching. Fantasies she never admitted out loud. The idea of something powerful and animal and completely outside the rules.
The wolf stopped at the bottom of the two steps. Its nose lifted, scenting the air. Scenting her. Yuna felt her panties grow damp between her thighs. She should slam the door. Instead she stepped out into the light rain, top already translucent against her skin, nipples tight from the cold.
“You want something?” she asked softly. “Come on then. Show me.”
The beast moved up the steps. Warm breath huffed against her bare stomach. Its tongue—rough, long—dragged once across the exposed skin just above her panties. Yuna’s knees nearly buckled. She reached down with shaking fingers and hooked the waistband of the black lace, pushing it down her hips until it dropped to the wet boards. The wolf’s eyes never left hers as it pressed its muzzle between her legs.
The first lick was broad and firm, right through her folds. Yuna gasped, one hand flying to the doorframe. The second lick was slower, the rough texture catching on her clit and making her hips jerk forward. She spread her thighs wider without thinking, holding the top up with one hand so she could watch the black muzzle work between her legs.
“Fuck… yes… just like that,” she breathed. “Eat me. Good boy. Such a good fucking boy.”
The wolf pushed harder, tongue sliding deep into her pussy, curling and thrusting while its nose rubbed her clit. Wet sounds mixed with the rain. Yuna’s free hand buried itself in the thick fur at the back of its neck, gripping hard as she ground against its face. The beast didn’t pull away. It licked deeper, faster, the pressure relentless. Her thighs started to shake.
“Don’t stop—fuck, don’t you dare stop—”
She came hard, crying out into the open air, clear fluid spilling over the wolf’s tongue. The animal lapped it up greedily, not missing a drop, continuing to lick her through the aftershocks until she was trembling and oversensitive. Only then did it step back, muzzle shiny, eyes locked on hers.
Yuna’s legs were unsteady when she turned and walked back inside. She left the door open. The wolf followed, claws clicking on the wood. She dropped to her knees on the rug in front of the fire, top still on, pussy bare and dripping. The beast circled her once, then moved behind her. She felt the heat of its body, the heavy weight of its chest pressing against her back as it mounted.
Its cock was already out—dark, tapered, thick at the base, the knot already starting to swell. Yuna reached between her legs and guided the pointed tip to her entrance. The wolf thrust forward in one smooth, powerful motion, burying half its length inside her on the first stroke. She moaned loud, forehead dropping to the rug.
“God, you’re big… stretch me open, baby. Fill your dirty little human.”
The wolf began to move, hips snapping in short, deep thrusts. Each one pushed more of that thick shaft into her until the knot was pressing against her entrance with every stroke. Yuna pushed back to meet it, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the small cabin. One of her hands stayed under her, rubbing her clit in frantic circles while the other braced against the floor.
“Harder. Fuck me harder, you beautiful beast. Ruin this pussy. It’s yours tonight.”
The wolf snarled low and obliged. The thrusts turned brutal, the knot forcing its way past her entrance with a sudden, stretching pressure that made her scream. Once it locked inside, the wolf’s hips kept moving in shallow, grinding pulses, the knot throbbing and expanding until she was completely sealed around it. Yuna’s eyes rolled back. The fullness was overwhelming—hot, heavy, pulsing.
“That’s it… knot me. Breed me. Pump that fat cock full of cum and dump it all inside.”
She came again with the knot locked deep, walls clamping and fluttering around the thick intrusion. The wolf’s thrusts grew more frantic. A low, continuous growl vibrated against her spine. Then it pushed as deep as possible and held, body tensing. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy in heavy pulses. She could feel every spurt, the volume more than any human had ever given her, the knot keeping every drop trapped inside.
They stayed locked for long minutes. Yuna’s arms finally gave out and she collapsed onto her side, the wolf still tied to her, breathing hard against her neck. She reached back and stroked the wet black fur along its flank.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Such a good fucking boy. You filled me so full.”
When the knot finally softened enough to slip free, a thick gush of cum followed, spilling down her thighs onto the rug. The wolf licked at the mess for a moment, then moved around to her face. Yuna opened her mouth without being asked. The beast’s tongue dragged over her lips, then pushed inside, sharing the taste of her own arousal mixed with its cum. She sucked on it greedily, moaning around the thick muscle.
She wasn’t finished. Neither was the wolf.
Yuna rolled onto her back, knees pulled high and wide, the white top shoved up under her breasts so her soft stomach and full tits were bare. The wolf mounted her again face-to-face this time, front paws bracketing her shoulders. She guided the still-hard cock back to her used, dripping entrance and the beast sank in with one long thrust. The angle was deeper. Every stroke dragged against the sensitive front wall of her pussy.
“Look at you,” she panted, staring up into those golden eyes. “Fucking your human slut on the floor like you own her. You do. Tonight you own every hole.”
She reached up and scratched behind its ears while it pounded into her. The wet sounds of her cum-filled pussy being fucked open again filled the cabin. Her second orgasm of this position hit fast—sharp, almost painful in its intensity. The wolf kept going, chasing its own release. When it came this time the knot locked again, another heavy load forced deep into her already overflowing cunt.
Yuna held the beast’s head against her chest while they waited for the tie to ease, whispering filthy praise against its fur.
“That’s my good boy. My strong, perfect wolf. You’re going to keep me full all night, aren’t you? Going to breed this tight little human pussy until I can’t walk tomorrow.”
The third time the wolf took her from behind again, this time with Yuna’s chest pressed to the couch cushions, ass high. It rutted into her with long, powerful strokes that made her tits bounce and her voice break into broken moans. She reached back and spread herself open with both hands, showing the animal exactly how wet and stretched she was.
“See that? See how your cum is already leaking out? Put more in. Don’t stop until I can’t take another drop.”
The wolf snarled and drove the knot home one last time. Yuna came with a sob, body shaking hard enough that her arms gave out. The final load was the thickest yet—hot, endless pulses that left her stomach slightly rounded and her thighs soaked.
When the knot finally slipped free for the last time, Yuna collapsed onto her side on the rug, completely spent. The wolf settled behind her, heavy body curled around hers, muzzle resting against the back of her neck. Its tongue occasionally licked the sweat from her skin. She reached back and rested a hand on its side, fingers stroking through the damp black fur.
Outside the rain had softened to a steady drizzle. Inside the fire burned low. Yuna’s white top was still hiked up under her arms. Her panties lay forgotten by the door. Cum continued to leak slowly from her used pussy onto the rug between her thighs.
She closed her eyes and smiled into the dim light.
“Stay,” she murmured. “Just until morning. Be my good boy a little longer.”
The wolf’s tail thumped once against the floor. Its warm breath stayed steady against her neck. Yuna drifted off with the heavy, solid weight of the animal pressed along her back and the deep, satisfying ache of being thoroughly claimed still pulsing between her legs.
By the time the first gray light of morning filtered through the trees, the rain had stopped. Yuna woke alone on the rug, body marked with faint scratches and dried cum. The cabin door stood open. Outside, a single set of large paw prints led into the wet forest and disappeared.
She stood slowly, legs unsteady, and pulled her jeans back on without bothering to clean up. The white top was wrinkled and stained. She didn’t care. As she stepped out onto the porch and started the long walk back toward the road, a soft, familiar sound drifted from the trees—low, almost like a farewell.
Yuna smiled to herself and kept walking, the pleasant throb between her thighs reminding her with every step exactly how the night had been spent.
Some stopovers, it turned out, were worth missing every bus in the world.
