So, let's dive right into things—you're fucking the hell out of Yeji's face.
Getting her teary-eyed, sloppy with it; manhandling her by the hair, stretching out her jaw, feeling her throat gag while you work yourself in and out of the most divine set of lips; sliding deep until her drool's lacquering your balls and it's all too much.
She just looks up at you: would be grinning if your cock wasn't keeping her mouth busy, would be laughing if you weren't choking every squeal back into her, but it's her eyes doing the real work—sharp, wicked; lit with the most depraved fucking intentions.
You've only really known her for a week, but you get her message loud and clear:
“That all you got?”
Like she's winning. Like she's not the one between your legs, poolside, half-submerged, a natural on her knees. One-piece swimsuit hugging nice and snug, fingers digging into your thighs, tears streaming clean down naked cheeks, gasping for air.
You tug her head back, lips gliding off you until your shaft's slipping out—there's a thick strand that follows, saliva bridging her swollen lips to your cockhead, catching the underwater lights, shiny sheen in the dark.
Her chest heaves, nylon pulls tight across her tits; she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, it's purely for show—she clearly has little problem getting a bit messy.
And yeah—there's the grin.
You try to slap it off her face with your cock.
“Too much for you?” Yeji asks; and it's probably the first complete sentence you've heard from her pretty mouth.
—
All you've got is half an hour ago: you, stepping out of your suite—Yeji, stepping out of hers. Your temporary next-door neighbour, wrapped in a hotel towel with two thin straps tied at the back of her neck, barely hanging on. A flick of the wrist, that's all it would take.
Would be the closest you'd been to her—except for your adjoining balconies, side-by-side, where you're pretty goddamn certain she'd timed herself to your smoke breaks.
Night after night, leaning over the railing to catch a buzz from her side, a breath through the gap; little choked-off whimpers starting up the same second as your lighter and climbing, shameless and pornographic, until the cigarette had burned down to your fingers.
But face-to-face? She stared you down, dead-to-rights, and let the towel drop.
Gave you a full look at her—that sinful silhouette flooding fantasies into your frontal cortex—shit like getting those long smooth legs over your shoulders; your teeth in the swell of her perky high tits; thumbs digging into the plane of her ridged abs to span that ridiculously tiny waist; just tearing that monochrome chequered swimsuit off her and using her, like every inch of her, head-to-toe, is demanding you take her right fucking now—lips, hips, eyes screaming sex, screaming fuck me, screaming—why am I not already impaled on your big, fat cock?
Putting to shame every single image you'd conjured to accompany the self-fucked schlick-schlick-schlick she'd been piping through your window; until she tired of your slack-jawed, dumbfounded, goon-brained stare, tilted her chin towards the elevator and asked—“Going up?”
(Got your hands on her before the doors shut, looped your tongue around hers and wrenched it out of her mouth, pinned her spine to the handrail—determined to find where to touch to convince her that next time she should just jump balcony-to-balcony, seventy-something storeys up, and hand the heavy burden of making her cum her brains out to someone who doesn't need their batteries replaced.)
—
To now: top floor, infinity pool, suite access only, dark and empty this late past midnight.
You'd have followed her off the roof if she'd tipped her chin at the edge. Basically what she's asking you to do now, busy tonguing the question into the underside of your cock.
“Jesus—fuck—Yeji—” you groan, ripped from your throat, music to her ears.
“You know me?” She hums, lips vibrating along your shaft, curving wider—kinda thing that really fucks you up: lidded eyes, sloppy spit-soaked smile wrapped around the girth of you. Cheeks going hollow, seeing if you can find something to fill them with.
“Looked you up,” slips from you, because, yeah, she's so obviously someone—just how she carries herself, type of girl with a gravity, someone worth idolising. “It didn't take long.”
“Shame,” she says. “I kinda liked the idea of us being perfect strangers.”
“We basically are,” you try, rescuing the thought before it turns to mush with the rest of your brain when her tongue draws a wide stripe from behind your balls, up and over, performs an obscene manoeuvre at the head. “You still don't know my name.”
“True.” She comes up; presses a kiss to your tip, tongue flickering over the beads that seep out, savouring your flavour. “Though something tells me you'll have me screaming it in—oh, five minutes?”
“Two,” you answer, and you're detached, sliding into the water next to her, both hands to her waist, fingertips pressed into that flat stomach (you'll make it bulge soon enough). Ignoring that raised eyebrow, the smirk, the oh, please lead the way, handsome stranger.
A split-second eye-to-eye is all you get for now—so take it: chin tipped up, flawless features soaked and moon-lit. Lashes flecked and clumped, cheekbones that'll scar you, a mouth so soft on a face this wrecked—just stops you dead.
(Yeji from your research, from next door, from now—out from the photographs and fantasies and it's a total catastrophe, more than enough to pull you under and hold you there until it's all you have to breathe.)
That's the taste you get; drink it in then hoist her up, spin her, get her squealing for the first time. Pulling her half out of the pool to brace against the vanishing glass—where it all just stops: water trickling quietly over the lip, the whole city strewn out beneath.
You run a hand over a cheek, unhurried, proprietary. That generous handful, cut to measure—porcelain, pristine, peachy-fucking-keen.
“So. How would you like to be fucked tonight?”
Doesn't even bother turning; throws it out into the air. “Haven't you been listening? I gave you six nights of notes—put them to use.”
Fair enough. “Spread your legs. Hands out.”
You fold her over, palms to the infinity edge; she goes with it easy, gets prone like she's done it in her head a thousand times already. Flawless fuckdoll, posable and pliable, all the perverse shit only the most perfect girls can stir; and there it is—the entire problem, presented.
That tight, firm ass.
You could weep. But things are already wet enough.
Got her hitched up and arched, cheeks pulled taut; gleaming, calling you, siren's song under the starlight. A clean deep line running down the curve of her, and lower and lower and lower. One touch and you know you'll find her drenched. Ripe and open. Fated since that first late check-in.
You need both hands, spreading her open with your thumbs, feeling her flex whole against your palm, watching her clench under the attention.
Taking a sec. A pretty girl's asshole always deserves a level of reverence. It's only good manners.
She clocks the hesitation. Turns her head, ganders over her shoulder. Rolls into your grip—slow. “Knew it.”
Yeah, there's no denying it—you're already pulling the swimsuit over to the side, testing the stretch, peeling it over her right cheek to get a proper view. “Guilty. Not like you've made it easy for me.”
“And yet it still took you this long,” she says—but so what, you've always been one to wait until the water's warm before dipping a toe in. “Just how much are you—”
“An ass guy? Well, for the right one—” You dip low, let the water raise her hips higher, wade in to press her knees to the wall so you can bless the chlorine and salt and skin with a long, lingering kiss. “Incurable. Terminal.”
“So it's a pre-existing condition,” she says, cause, duh, she loves playing the tease, being the centre of attention; her whole occupation. “Since when?”
“It's a whole chronic thing. Flares up seasonally.”
“Seasonally.” Ecstatic; plays with it around her tongue. “Like around the holidays?”
“Something like that. Or I guess, whenever an ass like yours comes around.”
“Charmer,” and it all gets lost in a gasp when you map that unholy crack splitting her in two—from where she's pinkest, sopping, waiting God knows how long, up to the spot she's braced for—and she jolts, frantic and filthy; a whine you push clean through and out her throat.
“Says the girl that's been shoving it in my face ever since I got here.” Just holding her—shivering against your lips, buzzing beneath your tongue—nose buried deep in the undeniably tightest hole that's haunted your entire stay.
She mumbles, then laughs, already breathless; throws your line back at you: “Guess I'm guilty, too.”
(And Yeji's really been your fucking doom—bent over a gym fountain a second too long; ducking into a sauna with a towel desperately hanging on; letting her panties ride up at the buffet line—sending you a wink back, like yeah, you're welcome, catch you at the next loop of amenities.
Gifting you just enough of a taste to put you on edge, type of shit a guy like you can barely handle; forcing you to do the only thing you really could—go back to your room and run the images filthy through every possible scenario while listening to her on the other side.
Fantasies, from top to bottom: following her into the gym showers, fucking her against the tiles with the water still running. Stripping her in the empty cedar heat and sucking the sweat between her toes, right out her pits, drinking what collects along her spine. Bending her over the breakfast bar, scattering the little jam jars, spreading her open right there over the pastries while she's gripping the countertops and telling you to hurry, hurry, hurry—
Well. You've got your buffet now.)
“At least I know you're not boring.” Yeji coos; another slow suggestion, grinding against your nose, down to your chin. “Won't just lay me down, fuck me nice, tuck me in, right?”
“That's not really on the menu.”
“No? What is?”
You laugh between her cheeks, low and mean into her puckered hole; like nice is even an option, like there's another version of all this: drinks at the bar, dinner downstairs, you making a mockery of smart-casual, her in some sheer cocktail dress.
Nah. Fuck that—it'd still end with her in a toilet stall the moment she turned and bent over, silk pulled taut, giving you the slope and the shape and the tuck of her cheeks at the tops of those long legs.
So you settle with: “I think it's pretty fucking obvious, Yeji.”
“Thought so.”
It's holy work; gaping her open with just your mouth. Tentative, then thorough—tongue flat and dragging, then the tip pushed up and in, working spit into that tight ring until it softens and gives. Getting your mouth filthy with it—chin slick, slobbering, chlorine tang giving way until it's just her, Yeji, keening, rocking back onto your lips.
Trying to fuck your face proper, letting you—practically begging you—devour her best you can, until the sun's up and the chemicals in this pool aren't nearly enough to wash off what you've done to her.
She cries out; wails, guttural and nonsensical but you get the gist. The last of her dignity leaving her—ass higher, chasing the thing girls like her are supposed to pretend they're too composed to want; some rough stranger to rearrange their stomachs, fuck them truly brainless.
Makes sense to offer her something to really wrap her pink lips around; slurring it right into where she's tilted up and open and demanding, more honest than her mouth's been all night: “Want to know who I am now?”
“God—” is a good start, might as well be on the money with how you're making her feel; but she's already drifting lanes when your tongue takes another lap. “Yes, fucking—tell me what to scream—”
You give her your name. Then, a spit-slick thumb, sinking knuckle-deep into her cunt—so, so easy, she's soaked enough to take three.
“Oh-fucking-shit—” she whines, wails out; sliding herself down your tongue.
Simply getting her off: thumb curling inside that sopping slit, tongue twisting into her ass; two different rhythms that have Yeji grinding down onto one and back on the other, can't pick, doesn't have to.
Until she's clenching on both at once, flooding your lips, your hand. Cumming apart, so shameless, so noisy, letting every insomniac know who it is that's wrecking their sleep schedules vis-à-vis fucking up Yeji's tightest hole.
Yeah. It sounds so sweet wailed from Yeji's lungs.
So keen to hear it more, over and over, gonna fuck it out of her in every octave.
That has you pulling her along the side to the shallow end, the steps at the corner. Rimmed boneless, happy to be plucked and placed at your discretion—which is a step higher, heart-shaped ass just above the water, buoyant, begging to be broken.
“Where are we going,” she's mumbling, not really asking.
“Somewhere with better traction. Pool water's not the greatest lube. Won't be able to fuck you right.”
“So romantic.”
“I have my priorities.”
Priorities which amount to getting up on your feet, wet cockhead notched against her saliva-soaked hole, pressing at that insanely tight squeeze.
Fuck. It just makes you smile. It makes Yeji laugh.
“What's so funny?”
“Just—” she starts; bending as you please, happily at your mercy, as good as girls get. “One-track mind, aren't you?”
And that gets you to laugh back. Drag the head of your cock down to her cuntlips, making her shiver, before levelling it where you really want it. “Can't help who I am.”
“You could at least pretend to have other interests.”
“Could. Won't. Sorry.”
“Too late to apologise, anyway,” she curses, all fuck-tipsy, “Just gotta find a way to make up for it.”
Yeji opens for you—slow, grudging; the head of you nestled against her then past, breaching, the agonising stretch. Pale around the widest part of you. Tiny little ring, straining to take a brand-new shape.
Each push forces these exhales out of her, shoulder blades pinching together, spine dipping low, and you can hear her teeth grit as she spits—no, she's drooling into the water beneath.
Whining, whimpering through it all, repeating a mantra that gets your blood pumping, cock-to-brain: “so-stupidly-big-so-fucking-good—”
The fucking feel of it. Searing clutch beyond reason, seizing everything it can take, won't give an inch without a fight. Making you work for it.
Her tiny frame trying to decide—keep you out or drink you in—until Yeji cries out something biblical and makes her choice; taking your name, twisting it round her tongue, pulling it as wide as it'll go, until you're seated to the hilt and there's nothing left of it at all.
Mouth agape, lips hanging open. This airy gasp. Fed so fucking full.
You lose her for a moment, somewhere below her own surface, submerged in it all.
Reach down for her: “Yeji?”
“Mm—” and she surfaces, glassy eyes blinking open to find you behind her; shy school-girl crush or insatiable slut, who's to say. The same taunt calls it for the latter—”That all you got?”
You match her smile. “Think you can handle more?”
“I've been handling worse than you in my head all week.” She grins, brilliant, defiant, delirious and spoiling for more; squeezes her ass around you for good measure. “Catch up.”
Game on, starter-pistol fired—pulling almost all the way out, the sight of her clinging on, rim dragging up your shaft, trying to follow.
And then driving your cock all the way fucking home.
Good news—Yeji's got her voice back; screams skimming over the water and plummeting down the building below. You give her no space to shape it into anything but a beg; a plea, one-syllable slurs fucked apart as you set your rhythm.
Something about your cock: size, shape, ability to stretch her so fucking wide and kill any chance of sitting normally for a good while—your hips cracking into her ass hard enough to make it jump, wet swimsuit snapping against the underside of her cheek, the slap, smack of you bottoming out ringing across the empty rooftop.
Yeji happily lets it happen.
“Christ, yes—” throwing her fine ass back to meet you; every pound, piston, piledrive you fuck into her, over and over, “—use me—do anything you fucking want. Bet it's better than any fucking cigarette.”
And this is the real gift of a stranger: no rules either of you signed, no history to handle gently, nothing owed come morning.
You could do anything.
Mark her up, pull her hair, hands around her throat.
The selfish squeeze around you is all the green light you need.
Digging your fingers into the top of her swimsuit, wrenching it down. All that black and white slicking off her wet skin, setting her tiny tits free, nipples going stiff; fabric bunching uselessly at her waist.
“Fuck—” cut off from her when you gather the swimsuit-turned-reins, haul her hips flush; balls-deep in her ass until the sobs choke down into—“More.”
So needy. You bring your palm down on her cheek, a crack across the rooftop. Seeing your handprint bloom pink; a nice little souvenir, something to find in the mirror tomorrow.
“I know you can do better than that,” she needles, primed for worse. “All that eye-fucking and now you go shy on me—”
The other cheek—harder—breaking the taunt into a whiny moan.
“Getting there, but—” she recovers, something mean and vicious being prepped, something that'll deserve punishment; spat back at you with what's left of that grin, “—why are you still fucking me like you're going to see me again?”
Well.
Pulling your hips back; raising your palm high—and cracking both down faster than friction should allow, harder than you should; chasing that fucked-out-pain-pleasure hissed from her lips that means you're finally getting it right.
“Careful.” You reach, fist a wet rope of her hair, wind it once around your knuckles and pull. “You're gonna make me do some shit we both can't take back.”
“Was that supposed to be a threat?” No hesitation. “I fucking dare you.”
(And that's the thing you've had backwards all week. The whole framing, actually. You've been running this as your fixation—your fetish, your problem to drag back to the room and handle quietly, like you'd packed some shame in your suitcase.
When really she's the one who said take it before you'd laid a finger on her. This cockdrunk, corridor-gaped, irreversibly drilled idol folded over a ledge getting her ass carved out—as if you ever had a say in the matter.)
“You dare me?” You push in deep, wincing at the squeeze, the choke; the slap of your balls against her pussy and she's crying, fucking filth filling your ears. “No, babe—you'll beg me.”
Yeji's straight-up creaming for it, so messy; cunt empty yet spilling anyway, running thick down the inside of her thighs, dripping off her pussy into the water below.
Barely touching her pussy at all—this is all ass. But it's turning her inside-out, wet enough to clog the pool's gutters as surely as you're clogging Yeji's.
Landing you on a diagnosis for your apparently flighty fuck-buddy. You deliver it straight away: “Anal slut.”
That has her head whipping around, scandalised, hilarious to act like this now; like she shouldn't be updating her resume to pitch-perfect anal-cocksleeve.
“Excuse me—”
Another pound, another spank; real fucking joy in railing the comeback out of her before she can land it.
“What did you call me?”
“Don't backtrack.” Getting deep this time. Right where she's hottest, plundering your way into that needy mess, letting it all sit. “Dirty little anal slut. That's who you really are.”
“I—”
“Acting like you're here being very busy, very professional—celebrity bullshit.” You bottom out; she chokes, remembers your fucking name and tries to burst your eardrums with it. “But you were really trying to find this.” Mouth at her ear, the grip of her ass tells you she can feel every word fucked into the back of her skull. “Tell me I'm wrong.”
Nothing comes out—nothing can, apparently. The air's gone from her lungs, whatever she had to say strangled somewhere on the way up. This mouthy little anal slut so thoroughly stunned you almost feel bad for her.
Almost.
Spanking her back to life. Palm to her cheeks, trying to resuscitate her—get a little juice back in her, enough to see your girl through to the end.
“Yes—” and there's the plumbing breaking, pool flooding, ready to overflow; has to recite the unholy porn-star's prayer, just to let you know: “—fuck, yes, fine, I'm your anal slut, I'm your—I don't even care. I'm your filthy little anal whore. Do it. Ruin me. Treat me like I fucking deserve—”
There she is.
You reward her (reward yourself, really) with everything—on that brutal borderline—the give and take; thick throbs in her aching asshole, pincer pulses back, a fuck-fight in the dark—marble-sculptured ass turned impressionistic watercolour; every shade of purple and red bruising and marking her skin.
“So deep—oh that's not fair, that's—I'm gonna—I'm—”
It's all going to shit—she's getting greedier and greedier with each go, messily squelching and squeezing, gonna be no other way out of this besides flooding her sphincter with enough cum hoping to slide your way out.
“Every night, making me listen, putting on a fucking show,” you tell her, intent on staking your cock into every square-inch of Yeji's rear-real-estate. “Just for this—so I'd know how you sound when you're fucked right. Now look at you.”
“Yes—God, yes, keep it, keep it exactly—”
It's a dead ringer—hearing it up close instead of through the window. Yeji on edge, about to cum, and now you get the full picture of it, the raw feel—knees giving out under her, hands that stop bracing and start clawing, ass that pushes her full weight onto you and makes it your job to see it through—
—and an urgent, stupid need hits you: can't let this happen without getting her even closer.
Reaching for the swimsuit still bunched at her hips—hopelessly stretched out and loose, ready for its last job. Hauling her up by it, hand over hand, until her back comes up and slaps against your chest. Don't even have to tug to manage it, just an honest suggestion—come up, join me, let me fix this geometry and fuck you into next year.
Bent-over becomes upright, and upright leaves her with nowhere to go but down on your cock, deeper into her ass. Gravity doing you every favour—sinking that tight body until she's feeling all of you and you're bulging right through her.
Snaking your hands free, one finds a tit—palming, groping, laying claim, thumb dragging rough over a nipple; she curves whole into it. Throat working around nothing at all, and that just won't do—two fingers under her jaw to turn her head, to find your mouth, your tongue, been waiting for her this whole time.
“You could've just said you wanted to look at me,” she manages, when your tongue slips from the corner of her mouth, lining her jaw, her neck, lost investigating her collarbone.
(Through the static of your brain; any neurons that aren't firing on Yeji grinding herself into a puddle on your cock, catching up late to the rest of her and realising it might be more than just her glorious ass.
Bare-faced. Never needed anything to start with. All she's got on is what you or the pool or the ledge put there: hair shoved wrong in a hundred different directions, lips an angry pink, eyes red and full of tears, a mark blooming under her jaw that'll have company in due time.
Just so—
So annoyingly pretty; this girl who's been crying and climaxing for twenty minutes straight cause she fucking loves being thrown around, and is still, no contest, the hottest piece of ass you've ever got your cock in.)
Giggling, laughing into your mouth; gets the idea of what's running through your head when you kiss her again—her lips plush and soft and sweet and yours anything but.
Yeah, maybe she is winning after all.
Pumping her asshole crimson; too hard, too fast, going overboard. You slip backwards, lose your footing, recover somewhere down the steps and into the water without ever slipping free. Her back still against your chest, the pool climbing warm around your bodies and taking you entirely; a forearm banded under her tits and a hand splayed low on her stomach. Weightless. Feet touching nothing at all, still speared on your cock, where else would she go.
“Come on,” she breathes, head lolling back onto your shoulder, like you even need the encouragement. “Just fucking flood my ass.”
Of course you do.
The water can't keep up. It sloshes, climbs, pours over the vanishing edge in fat silver sheets with every slam of your hips, fucking into her swollen ass; the rooftop, your whole world trying to drain itself over the side.
Just as you've found the pace she likes best—rough and mean; stuffing her dumb. Tugging her down to the root, driving up into her on the buoyancy, feeding her ass full of your cock.
“You can feel it—can't you? I'm gonna cum—you're gonna make me cum so hard—you asshole—it's all you—”
“I know. Eyes open.”
“I can't—it's too—it's so much—”
“Should've thought of that before you—fuck—”
And she cums, and it takes the fucking floor with it—dropping clean out from under your feet, nothing stopping you from crashing through each storey but the clutch of her ass.
All of her—Yeji: dancer's build, shoulders, abs, thighs, lovely-little-tits—seizing and staying seized, rigid against your chest, around your cock.
Her ass, her ass, her fucking ass—fucked wide, mercilessly milking you, godforsaken grip, crushing clutches that make you wince, bite your lip, call her things that'd go a step too far for anyone else but land as nothing but praise for this cum-starved hotel hookup.
Pulling you into the deep end with her—no run-up, straight off the springboard.
“Inside—” in pieces, one hand pawing back at your neck, “—give it to me, make me feel it, don't you dare pull out, don't you look away, please in my ass—”
As if there's any other choice.
Up into her, letting go; balls emptying, spewing sperm, cock throbbing out the last of it, heavy load fucked past her guts and packed in tight to stay.
Taking every fucking drop—each spurt landing flush. Her lip quivering, stomach fluttering under your palm, pupils blowing wider cause she just can't stop cumming.
She wants this.
Wants to be watched taking it—blissed-out face she can't help making, the proof of what you've fucked into her, every bit of it witnessed.
Winds up the best it can—Yeji cries out what's left; voice wrung hoarse to one sound, just your name, screamed like it's always been hers instead of a word your tongue branded into her cunt a handful of orgasms ago.
“Take it,” you say—but you mean keep it, because it's all hers, locked and loaded since she looked your way and turned around to make sure you got the complete picture. “All the cum you want—like a good fucking girl.”
You hold her, buried in her, plugging her ass full, smearing it around her insides, until you pull back just enough to catch it well up and spill. Thick and white, squelching out past your cock, wisps in the water before it's all washed away, obscene and glorious and gone.
—
It all goes still—the water, the rooftop, the pool around you both. The pair of you casually floating like you might have really drowned up here.
But whatever, you'll deal with it all later; you're cummed out, spent, she's orgasmed into a higher plane of existence and yet you can't stop touching her: mouth at her chin, her throat, wet along her shoulder and collarbone and it's impossible to imagine ever having your fill.
Her lips find yours, and you realise she might be in the same boat.
“I don't feel like myself anymore,” she states, matter-of-fact, dragging a hand over her own belly, incredulous. Still feeling you twitching inside her ass. Reaching her conclusion: “Perfect fucking strangers.”
You chuckle. After all that. “Still strangers?”
She goes quiet, considering it—thumb worrying at her bottom lip. “Haven't decided. Who knows if you're even half as interesting as your cock?”
“Probably not.”
“Doesn't mean I won't give you the chance to prove me wrong.” Deciding for you already. “Carry me back to my room and we'll work it out from there. Tell me things. What you do. Where you're from. How you got so good with—everything. Then I'll let you know if I'd rather keep you around a little longer.”
You shrug. “Seems a bit backwards, doesn't it?”
“Isn't that how you like it?” The grin resurfaces, sharpening on the challenge.
She hooks an arm around your neck as you lift her out of the water; turning your back on the city, legs locking around your waist on the way up.
“We'll be efficient about it,” she continues, planning it all out; the rest of your night, hopefully the rest of your stay. Her mouth finds your ear, teeth to the cartilage, tongue to the lobe. “Tell me whatever you want. We'll keep going while you talk—I've got an unused cunt you haven't ruined yet, and you already know how many times I can cum in a row.”
“Dive right in, huh?”
“Deep end.” She bites down. “Only way I know how.”
"Do you think the lifeguard would actually care if we just walked in?"
The question was barely a whisper, but it was enough to break the heavy silence of the midnight corridor. You had been dating for three years, and our relationship had long since settled into a comfortable rhythm of shared jokes and quiet understandings, but Yeji still had a way of proposing the most impulsive ideas at the most inconvenient times. She was leaning against the apartment wall, her eyes glinting with a sort of playful mischief that usually ended with us doing something we’d have to explain later.
When she stepped out into the dim light of the pool deck, you actually forgot to breathe for a second. She was wearing a black-and-white gingham one-piece that looked like something out of a high-fashion editorial. The fabric was crisp, the pattern classic, but the cut was daring—a plunging neckline held together by a series of intricate, crisscross straps that wrapped across her torso. It was a bold design, yet on her, it looked completely effortless. The suit hugged her figure perfectly, highlighting the toned line of her shoulders and the graceful curve of her neck.
As she reached up to sweep her damp, ash-blonde bob away from her face, the moonlight caught the luminosity of her skin. She had this way of glowing, even in the dead of night, her complexion looking soft and dewied against the dark backdrop of the empty complex. She looked striking—not just because of the suit, but because of the quiet confidence she carried in her posture. She stood there for a moment, the water of the pool reflecting in her eyes, looking like a modern painting brought to life in the middle of a Tuesday night.
You looked down at my own attire—just a pair of swim shorts and nothing else—and felt suddenly underdressed. You chuckled, shaking your head as you stepped toward the edge of the water. "The lifeguard went home six hours ago, Yeji. We're practically trespassing in plain sight."
"You're staring," she whispered, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She paused, her arms still poised mid-air as she let the water drip from her fingertips. "Why are you looking at me like that? Like you’ve never seen me naked before."
The tease in her voice was light, devoid of any real judgment, just playing into the electricity that always seemed to crackle between them when they were alone. You stepped closer, the cool concrete of the pool deck pressing against your soles, and let your gaze wander over the intricate lines of her swimsuit and the way the moonlight clung to her skin. "Because the view changes every time," you replied, your voice dropping an octave. "To be honest, your body is an addictive thing, Yeji. Even when you're just in a T-shirt and jeans, I still can't get enough of you."
She let out a soft, melodic laugh that echoed through the empty courtyard, the sound cutting through the midnight stillness. She didn't look away; instead, she leaned back slightly, her eyes searching yours with a warmth that felt more intimate than any touch. In that moment, the sprawling apartment complex and the sleeping city around them ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, suspended in a pocket of time where the only thing that mattered was the steady rhythm of each other's breathing.
Without a word, she stepped into the pool, the water breaking around her waist with a soft, rhythmic splash. She didn't dive in; she lingered for a moment, letting the coolness envelop her, her expression turning serene. She looked back over her shoulder, her ash-blonde hair clinging to her cheeks, and extended a hand toward you. It was a silent invitation, a gesture of effortless grace that felt like a homecoming.
You didn't hesitate, sliding into the water beside her. The initial shock of the cold was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating between you, but as you drifted closer, the temperature didn't seem to matter. You reached out, your hand finding the small of her back, pulling her flush against you. The chlorine-scented air felt fresh, and for a while, you both just floated there, staring up at the velvet sky, letting the silence of the midnight hour wrap around you like a blanket.
"I bet you ten bucks you can't hold your breath for longer than I can," she murmured, her voice vibrating against your chest. Instead of swimming laps or diving deep into the turquoise depths, the two of you drifted toward the shallow ledge, leaning back against the smooth, tiled rim of the pool. The water reached their waists, supporting them in a weightless suspension that made the rest of the world feel distant and unimportant.
It started as a simple game of endurance, a playful competition to see who could succumb to the silence of the water first. Yeji went first, taking a deep, lung-filling breath and dipping her face beneath the surface with a graceful, precise motion. You watched the way the moonlight danced on the surface of the water, creating silver ripples that obscured her features, yet you could see the steady, calm stillness of her body. When she finally broke the surface, gasping for air with a triumphant grin and a few stray droplets clinging to her lashes, she looked more like a mischievous child than the sophisticated woman who had stepped out of the locker room.
"You're cheating," you laughed, leaning in to brush a wet lock of ash-blonde hair from her forehead. "You didn't stay down long enough."
"I stayed down long enough to win," she countered, poking your chest with a slender finger. "Now it's your turn. If you lose, you're making breakfast tomorrow. Everything. The fancy pancakes with the berries and the coffee that takes twenty minutes to brew."
The challenge shifted from breath-holding to a series of small, absurd tests—who could make the most convincing ripple with their toe, who could float the most motionless for a full minute, and who could mimic the sound of a dolphin using only the bubbles from their nose. It was a ridiculous series of tasks that served no purpose other than to keep them in each other's orbit, prolonging the midnight magic of the empty pool.
"Deal," you whispered, though the stakes of breakfast were the least of your concerns. You took a deep breath and sank beneath the surface, the silence of the underwater world rushing in to meet you. Down here, the sounds of the city—the distant hum of the freeway and the occasional siren—vanished, replaced by the muffled, rhythmic thrum of your own heartbeat. You stayed down until your lungs burned and your vision began to blur at the edges, determined to win the morning's menu. When you finally breached the surface, gasping and shaking your head like a golden retriever, Yeji was already laughing, her hands covering her mouth as she leaned against the tiled edge.
"You actually tried to beat me," she giggled, her voice airy and light. "You're so competitive. It’s honestly adorable." She drifted closer, the water swirling around the black-and-white fabric of her suit, her movements slow and fluid. The playfulness of the game began to shift, the energy between you thickening into something more focused and quiet. The laughter subsided, replaced by a heavy, comfortable silence that felt like a physical weight pressing the two of you together.
Yeji reached out, her fingers grazing the line of your jaw, her touch cool from the water but sending a spark of heat through your skin. She tilted her head, her ash-blonde bob clinging to the curve of her neck, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that made the rest of the world fade into a blur of midnight blue. "You know," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the gentle lap of the pool against the concrete, "the pancakes are a great prize, but I think I’d prefer something else."
You didn't give her a chance to finish the thought. You reached out and pulled her flush against you, the friction of her swimsuit against your chest creating a sudden, sharp awareness of how close you were. The water acted as a cocoon, insulating you from the midnight chill and anchoring you in the present moment. You could feel the steady beat of her heart against yours, a rhythmic confirmation that this wasn't a dream. For a few seconds, neither of you moved; you just existed in the space between a breath and a kiss, the air thick with anticipation.
Then, as if the world had held its breath, Yeji leaned in. The kiss was slow and tasted of chlorine and moonlight, a gentle collision that felt like the natural conclusion to the evening. Her hands slid up to cup the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you deeper into the embrace. In the middle of a public pool, surrounded by the sleeping silence of a thousand strangers, you felt entirely alone with her, the water swirling around your waists in a slow, hypnotic dance.
The kiss broke slowly, leaving a lingering warmth that contrasted with the cooling water. As you pulled back just an inch, the physical reality of the moment became impossible to ignore. The buoyancy of the pool shifted, and Yeji, feeling the sudden, unmistakable change in your posture beneath the surface, paused. She tilted her head, a playful, curious glimmer returning to her eyes as she shifted her weight, her hand sliding down from your neck to graze your hip.
"Why are you so hard down there?" she asked, her voice a melodic tease, barely a whisper that vibrated against the quiet of the night. She didn't sound shocked; rather, she seemed amused, her gaze drifting downward through the shimmering turquoise water before snapping back up to your eyes with a mischievous spark.
You let out a shaky breath, your arms tightening around her waist to pull her even closer, the fabric of her gingham suit pressing firmly against you. "What do you expect?" you replied, your voice rougher than before. "What am I supposed to do with myself when my goddess of a girlfriend wears something like this in front of me? I'm only human, Yeji."
She let out a soft, triumphant hum, the sound vibrating in the small space between you. The confidence she carried wasn't just in her posture, but in the way she looked at you—knowing exactly the effect she had and leaning into it with a grace that felt effortless. She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned her forehead against yours, her damp ash-blonde hair clinging to her skin in delicate streaks. "Poor thing," she whispered, though the smirk on her lips suggested she wasn't feeling particularly sorry for you.
"Don't act so innocent and tease me if you're feeling the same way," you murmured, your voice dropping to a low, gravelly tone that resonated in the quiet of the courtyard. "Because I can feel it. You're just as affected as I am."
To prove the point, you let your hand glide upward, the water providing a slick, weightless medium for your movements. Your palm brushed against the fabric of the gingham suit, feeling the warmth of her skin radiating through the material. With a slow, deliberate motion, your fingers found the peak of her breast, grazing the hard, prominent bud of her nipple through the thin fabric. Yeji let out a sharp, hitching breath, her confidence wavering for a split second as a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold water raced through her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the triumphant smirk finally vanished, replaced by a look of raw, unfiltered desire.
While your right hand remained anchored to her chest, your left hand wandered lower, sliding beneath the surface of the shimmering turquoise water. You felt the sleek, wet contour of her hip before your fingers dipped lower, sliding beneath the edge of the swimsuit's bottom. The fabric was damp and clinging, but the heat emanating from her was electric. As your fingertips finally made contact with the soft, wet heat of her center, Yeji’s back arched instinctively, her chest pressing firmly against yours. A soft, broken moan escaped her lips, echoing faintly against the tiled walls of the pool.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. The playful competition of the last hour had evaporated, replaced by a heavy, magnetic tension that felt like it might pull you both under. Yeji’s hands, which had been resting on your shoulders, tightened their grip, her nails digging slightly into your skin. She leaned into you, her breathing becoming shallow and erratic, her entire body humming with a sudden, urgent need. The water around you seemed to thicken, swirling in slow, rhythmic circles as you both drifted further away from the ledge and deeper into the center of the pool.
"You're a menace," she whispered, though she was leaning into your touch, her hips tilting instinctively to meet your hand. The confidence she had worn like a garment earlier had melted away, leaving behind something far more intimate and vulnerable. She tilted her head back, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat to the moonlight, her eyes searching yours with a desperate kind of hunger.
"Then let's make it a game," you whispered, your voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the water.
You didn't stop the rhythmic grazing of your fingertips. Instead, you began to circle the sensitive peak of her breast, teasing the fabric of the gingham suit with a slow, agonizing precision. Each flick of your finger was calculated, designed to drive her closer to the edge while denying her the full release she craved. In response, Yeji’s hand slid downward, her palm cupping the length of you with a firm, possessive grip. She didn't rush; she mirrored your pace, her fingers sliding over your skin in a slow, slick motion that made your breath hitch.
"Three requests," she murmured, her voice strained but still laced with that playful, competitive streak. "The first one to break... has to fulfill three requests from the winner."
"The rules are simple," Yeji whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she tightened her grip on you, "no one breaks. No one begs. No one gives in until the other admits defeat."
You smiled, the challenge igniting a fire in your chest. You didn't answer with words; instead, you let your hand dive deeper beneath the fabric of her swimsuit. With a slow, deliberate motion, you slid a single finger past the damp barrier and into her warmth. Yeji didn’t flinch; she didn't even blink. Instead, she countered, her own hand sliding rhythmically up and down your length, her palm applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. She matched your pace with a practiced, steady precision, her eyes locked onto yours, challenging you to be the first one to crumble.
The water around you felt like it was boiling, the cool chlorine now a distant memory. You decided to raise the stakes. Shifting your grip, you slid a second finger inside her, stretching her slightly and increasing the friction against her most sensitive walls. The effect was instantaneous. A small, jagged gasp escaped her lips, and the steady rhythm of her hand on you faltered for a fraction of a second. Her focus wavered, her gaze flickering as the pleasure began to override her concentration.
"Fuck... you're cheating," she breathed, her voice strained, her chest heaving against yours. She tried to regain her composure, her fingers tightening around you in a desperate attempt to reclaim control of the moment, but her movements were no longer rhythmic—they were frantic.
You leaned in, your lips brushing against the shell of her ear, your voice a low, dark velvet. "You didn't say anything about rules, Yeji. So I'm not cheating."
Before she could formulate a retort, you drove a third finger deep inside her, hitting a spot that sent a jolt of pure electricity through her entire frame. The reaction was visceral. Yeji’s body went rigid, her back arching violently as her eyes rolled back into her head. A loud, guttural moan broke from her throat, echoing across the silent pool deck, shattering the midnight stillness. For a few seconds, she simply ceased to exist as a conscious being, consumed entirely by the sudden, overwhelming surge of pleasure that crashed over her like a wave.
As she slowly drifted back to the surface of consciousness, her breathing coming in short, ragged gasps, she clung to your shoulders for support. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, and the confident, teasing mask she had worn all night had completely dissolved. She looked at you with a mixture of shock and adoration, the realization hitting her that she had finally been bested.
"I think..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she leaned her forehead against yours, "I think you win."
Yeji let out a soft, breathless laugh, her head resting heavily on your shoulder as the adrenaline began to settle into a warm, humming glow. She shifted against you, the wet gingham fabric of her suit clinging to every curve, and looked up at you with eyes that were still hazy from the peak of her release. "Fine," she murmured, her voice a melodic rasp. "You win. I'm a woman of my word. Take me back to the room, and I’ll fulfill every single request you have."
You didn't move. Instead, you tightened your grip on her waist, pulling her flush against you until there wasn't a single drop of water between your skin. The moonlight caught the silver ripples of the pool, but your focus was entirely on the heat radiating from her. "What if my first request is to do it right here?" you whispered, your voice dropping to a low, challenging rumble.
Yeji’s eyes widened, a flash of genuine surprise crossing her features. She glanced reflexively toward the darkened windows of the surrounding apartments and the empty, silent corridors of the pool deck. "What? Here?" she hissed, though there was a thrill of excitement dancing in her gaze. "We’re in a public pool, you lunatic. What if we get caught?"
"Then we get caught," you replied, your gaze intensifying as you pressed her back against the smooth, cool tile of the pool's edge. The contrast of the chilled water and the burning heat of your bodies created a dizzying sensation. "But I don't want to wait. My first request is this pool. The second..." You paused, your voice dropping an octave, sliding into a promise that made her shiver. "...is that I want to fill you completely. To leave you breathless and shaking under this sky."
Yeji’s breath hitched, her chest heaving as she felt the raw intensity of your desire. The playful competition had long since evolved into something more primal. You leaned in closer, your lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. "And the third," you murmured, your hand sliding back down to possessively grip her hip, "is that you can't beg me to stop. No matter what I do to you, no matter how much you crave it, you stay with me until I'm finished."
"I don't know if I can actually enjoy this or if I'll just be terrified of a security guard catching us," Yeji whispered, her voice a fragile thread of surrender, "but just do it. I'm far too gone to decline."
A shorter fic today, and we are focusing on breeding, as Yuna cannot control herself.
Length 1.6K
Yuna X Mreader
In recent months, there had been only one thought in Yuna’s mind, and that was being bred. Sex has always been something that Yuna loved. She loved having it, watching it, and being around it in general. So it should come as no surprise that she watched a lot of porn.
Now, after an introduction by Ryujin, Yuna was obsessed with being bred. She watched a series of videos of a woman going from petite, toned, and fit to having a bigger body because she was bred. Something about it clicked with Yuna, and she wanted the same thing. She had watched the woman have sex and get a creampie over and over again. And now she wanted to do the same. She stared into the mirror in her room and imagined herself with larger mounds, filled with milk, and a big, swollen belly. The thought got Yuna wet.
She thought about how she’d be able to get this goal of hers. She didn’t think about it too long; once your face popped up in her mind, it was decided. As her friend, you’d surely help her. She convinced herself of it. She called you up, saying she wanted to hang out. You agreed, thinking you’d have a fun time eating or playing games.
You were surprised when you came into Yuna’s home, and she greeted you in the nude. Yuna made it clear what she wanted by pulling you into her home and pressing her lips against yours. “I need you to fill me up.” She whispered, breaking the kiss for a moment. You felt her hand on your crotch, you were getting hard, having Yuna’s bare body pressed against you was arousing to say the least.
Your hands find Yuna’s waist, and you grip it tightly. She jumps up and wraps her legs around your waist. Your hands shift to Yuna’s ass to hold her steady. She drags her tongue along your neck, “Get that cock out,” she says, gently biting your earlobe. You weren’t going to pass up the chance of fucking Yuna, even if you weren’t sure what she was on about.
You walk over to her living room couch, setting her down before unbuckling your belt. Yuna sits up instantly and begins to help you. “I can do this, you get your shirt off.”
You reach for your shirt, taking it off quickly, as Yuna quickly pulls your pants down just enough to get your cock out. She leans in, grabbing your shaft and wrapping her lips around the head. You groan, the sudden pleasure making your legs weak as she bobs her head, her tongue snaking around your cock. One of Yuna’s hands goes between her legs, brushing her clit as she sucks your cock. You feel her moans around your shaft, the pleasure increasing when she does. “You’re so good at this,” you grunt.
Yuna doesn’t respond in words; instead, she pushes herself to the base of your cock. You can feel yourself hitting the back of her throat. You were on edge, your cock throbbing against her tongue. Yuna’s eyes go wide, and she quickly pulls away, denying you an early orgasm.
She stares into your eyes and lies back on the couch, spreading her legs. Her hand spreads her lips apart for you, and she guides you into her warm cunt. “Ooh, fuck,” she moans as you slip inside her. You push deeper into Yuna, enjoying her warmth. She wraps her legs around your waist and pushes you in further. She feels the tip of your cock kissing her womb and moans with a smile. You plant your hands on either side of Yuna’s head and begin to thrust. Her warm walls hug your cock. It’s a struggle to pull out of Yuna at times with how tight she is. That just makes the experience more pleasurable for you. You put more strength into your thrusts, ramming your length against Yuna’s womb.
The young woman wraps her arms around you, clawing at your back as you rail her. Considering you were already close to cumming from her blowjob, your quick thrusts led to your climax. You bury yourself inside Yuna only minutes after you had slid into her. Still, Yuna was happy; she felt your cum pouring into her. She had taken creampies before, but now that the goal was different, it felt so much better. Her body shook, she was nearly cumming as you pumped her full. Yuna marked your back with her nails, only stopping once the intense pleasure was over. You pull out of the young woman slowly, your cum seeping out of her cunt. Yuna brings her fingers to her slit, dragging them along and coating them in your semen. She looks at herself before bringing the salty liquid to her lips and tasting it—a small smile forms. Even though Yuna wasn’t qualified to decide what made for potent semen, she thought it was perfect, and she needed more.
Yuna thought she would up the ante, though. She walked over to the floor-length windows that overlooked the city and bent over for you, your cum running down her leg. Needless to say, you were hard and ready for another round. You got behind Yuna and gripped her waist tightly as you pushed into her. Her plush ass pressed against your crotch. You groan before giving her a quick thrust, watching as her cheeks jiggled. You did it twice more, enjoying the way it shook before Yuna begged you to fuck her. You did as instructed and began to thrust into Yuna earnestly. As you drove your cock into her messy cunt Yuna slowly straightened out, and soon you had her pressed against the cold glass, her hard nipples dragging against it when you slammed yourself against her. The sensation made Yuna’s body tingle, and she craved more. Add to that, she could feel your cum escaping her body, and she was desperate to be filled with more of your baby batter.
“More!” Yuna cried out, her legs growing weak as you fucked her against the window. You raise Yuna’s leg and drive your cock deeper into the young woman. Her cries of pleasure grow louder, her walls clamp down on your cock when you're buried inside her. Yuna’s eyes were rolling into the back of her head; she could barely hold herself together as the pleasure got to her. “Put a baby in me. I want them so bad,” she said, slurring her words. Yuna could feel your cock ramming into her womb, and she couldn’t be happier with the feeling. You would be shooting your cum right into her womb. When Yuna felt your cock throbbing, she smiled with glee.
“Yes! Fucking, cum inside me! Drown my womb in your baby batter.” She growls. You could now say, in all honesty, Yuna had lost her mind. She was an animal begging you to breed her. While she might be crazy, you also had no problem cumming inside such a beautiful woman. It was one of your many bad traits. You impale Yuna on your cock and shoot your cum right into her womb. The young woman lets out a long guttural moan as your cum fills her body, the warmth spreading across her body. She fogs the window with her heavy breaths. Her walls milk you rhythmically, clenching around your cock to milk you for every drop. “Give it all to me,” she moans, pressing her ass against you.
Once your orgasm ends, you try to pull out, and Yuna shouts for you to stay still. “We’re not done yet. One time won’t be enough, and I don’t want to waste a drop. Take me to the bedroom.” You follow Yuna’s instructions and carry her to the bed, keeping yourself inside her warm cunt. She has you lie down, and as you do, she slowly moves around to face you. She bounces on your cock slowly, making sure each time she comes down on it, every inch is inside her. She places her hands on your chest, supporting herself as she keeps moving. “I can feel it all sloshing around inside me,” she mumbles, slowly speeding up. “I want more, I want to be able to feel your baby batter fertilizing me.” Yuna soon gets into a rhythm, slamming her plump ass down on you. You grab the firm piece of flesh and help keep her rhythm steady.
Yuna had her sole focus, being bred. She put herself in the position of the woman she had watched in videos–heavy, swollen breasts and a big, round belly. The ideas she imagined pushed Yuna toward her climax. Her walls clamped down on your cock again. Yuna squirms on top of you, her body shaking as she cums hard. You were nearing your climax, too, so you continued to thrust into her tight cunt. Yuna’s heavy breaths cut through her moans, and a large smile was plastered on her face. That smile grew as you buried yourself inside Yuna and came inside her again. As your cum was pumped inside Yuna, she rubbed her belly. “I’m going to have a baby,” she said in a tired voice. Yuna’s legs shook as she tried to bounce on your cock again. They gave out on her, and she fell forward, collapsing on top of you as her walls continue to milk you.
Yuna mumbles about your cum swimming around inside her, absolutely lost in her imagination. She drifts off to sleep, her imagination continuing to run wild. You follow soon after taking the break you are given.
In the morning, you are back to being Yuna’s toy. You wake up with her riding you again. She was determined to be bred and wouldn’t stop until she was.
Word count: 12.9K | Tags: Smut, Missionary, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Ass Eating, Anal, Squirting, Creampie.
Lia's plans for a break from her reality continue despite a big drawback. Yearning for some normalcy, she asks Seungdae to spend a weekend in a private country house, allowing her most truthful, adorable self to bloom.
Fear not; this chapter is a lovey-dovey one. But in light of the recent IU news, I must clarify that this whole TPT arc has been fully planned for at least two months at the time of posting this chapter. The story will continue as planned with just minor modifications.
Send all the idols and celebrities mentioned in the story some love (they all deserve it), remember fanfiction etiquette, and enjoy 😘
"How's Tzuyu?" Jieun giggled, keeping her eyes on her book while Seungdae walked into her house.
"She sends her regards. She also said she'll bring us something from Osaka after her vacation," he added, leaning into the large L-shaped couch to kiss the top of her head, then her lips.
"Damn, you look awful," she exclaimed, stifling a laugh at the sight of her boyfriend's tired face.
"Have you been talking with Ryujin?" he joked, falling on the couch, head resting on her bare thighs. "That's exactly what she said when I met her."
"No, but now you mentioned that, you seemed so back to life after spending the night with her that I never asked what happened." She smirked, playing with his hair after setting her book aside.
"I'm still trying to clear my head on that," he exhaled. "But she knows about us. About you," he declared, holding her hand as her eyes widened.
If he had no reason to hide anything from Tzuyu, he had even less to hide a mere thought from Jieun. He explained everything, from the way Ryujin welcomed him to the bottles of wine to the way she teased him, and everything that led to him sleeping with Karina. "I wanted to tell you all this before, in person, but I can barely focus on my work," Seungdae concluded, eyes closed.
"Makes more sense now." She nodded mechanically in silence, face retaining the initial shock. "I know I told you I like Itzy, but do you think you can trust Ryujin with us?"
"Yeah," he yawned. "I may see her by the end of next week. Lia asked if she could book me for that weekend."
"The whole weekend?"
He nodded. "Something about taking a break from everything. I haven't confirmed anything yet. I wanted to check with you first," he smiled warmly at her.
"Babe, you also need that break. I'll be fine." She winked. He tilted his head, raising his eyebrow. "Jongsuk is free that Friday, and Wooseok and I were thinking of maybe spending another night together," Jieun muttered, flirtily sticking out her tongue.
"Are you trying to make me jealous?" he chuckled, pulling her down and turning on the couch to meet her face while his hands slid under her loose t-shirt.
"Is it working?" she grinned; he scoffed with a smirk. "I'll show you if you show me later. Deal?"
"Deal!" He laughed, kissing her gently.
"Seungdae…" She stared at his face, eyes locked on his, hesitation showing through her body. "What do you think about moving here?"
"Huh?" he focused more on her calling him by name, which resulted in an almost automatic response: "Great place, amazing view, value will go through the roof in a year—"
Jieun scoffed, rolling her eyes and shaking his shoulders afterwards. "Do you want to move here?" she asked him, fearing his response.
He went quiet, digesting the question.
"Think about it. This place is huge for me to live alone, and you already spend more time here than in your own place," Jieun smirked, raising her eyebrows. "You told me this is closer to Tzuyu's place than your apartment."
"That's true…" He murmured, meditating for a moment. "You know that servicing contract is already giving me more than my actual job, but even with both salaries, there's no way I can afford a room here."
"Hwang Seungdae," she huffed, gently tugging at his hair. "Do you really think I'll ask you to pay rent to live with me?" Her words shut him completely; then she went quiet, dropping any facade and her grip. "It would bring me some peace of mind about you sleeping with other women… or spending the whole weekend with them."
"Jin…" he whispered, moved by her vulnerable expression. "My Queen, you know I'd love to live with you." He hugged her, kissing her forehead. "At least let me pay for groceries. And go for them," he chuckled.
"That would be really helpful," she pouted happily.
"What about Jong?" he asked, holding Jieun by her shoulders to see her whole face.
"Oh, he'll be alright!" Grinning, she took her phone to call him.
"It's really fine!" The actor laughed on the phone after they explained the situation to him. "Think about it. It'll be easier for us to meet."
"Can't say no to that," Seungdae murmured, bringing quiet to the call. "I need to think of how to tell Tzuyu once she's back," he sighed, nodding.
"You could bring her here even if I'm not around," she said, grinning and raising her eyebrows playfully.
"Plus, it's the most balanced we've been in years! If you're not sleeping with Jieunie or Tzuyu, you're spending the night elsewhere. She's either with me, you, or Wooseok, and since I'm still in promotions and starting my next drama, if I'm not there with her or both of you, I'm with Moon Gayoung or Shin Mina!"
"Lucky bastard!"
"Yah! You got Tzuyu, Karina, and me this week!" Jieun argued, frowning!
"Karina?"
"Dude, it was amazing!" Seungdae admitted.
"Yah! I'm right here!" She huffed.
"She already sent me the video. Said she didn't mind if you watched it with me," he teased her, causing her to bite her lower lip.
"Wait for me, at least!"
"Sorry, bro. She only mentioned my girlfriend," Seungdae chuckled, nodding after Jieun asked him if he was serious. "But you're welcome to come here and join us for the second round," he added while his beloved took his phone to cast the video onto the TV. "Just follow her moans," he said while she unbuckled his pants without taking her eyes away from the screen.
"Wait! Are you serious?" the actor asked, hearing Jieun's sweet laugh and Karina's erotic grunt on the TV, making him sigh audibly. "On my way!"
Before he noticed, half a week had passed, and Lia had already asked him to pick her up after practice so they could go directly to her family's house in the countryside. Knowing that it would be a good chance to see Ryujin, and the rest of Itzy, he agreed.
The little time he spent in his apartment, Seungdae used it to remember what Jisu seemed to like when he met the whole group. However, despite how hard he tried, his mind kept circling back to eating her fat pussy, then diverting to Yuna's broken butthole, Chaeryeong's meaty ass, Yeji's throat, and Ryujin helping him fuck her friends. If Lia needed 'a break from everything,' that could mean a lot of different things, so he would better nail it and help her fully recharge.
He followed Tzuyu's advice. Even though he tried to focus on Jisu, writing down the other members' feats and preferences helped him clear his mind until he hit a wall. Thankfully, even if his memory was not at its best, he had the videos of that day to complement it. 'I should probably do this moving forward,' he thought, satisfied with his notes.
His Friday began next to Jieun, quickly moving to work in the room that would become his office. With no meetings and no call to set until the following day, they shared the space, each focused on their own work. A little later, Tzuyu called him. She took advantage of Seungdae and Jieun being together to confirm their t-shirt size and jokingly asked him not to fall for Lia over the weekend, something Jieun also teased him about.
Soon, it was time. With Jongsuk already at Jieun's house, they wished each other luck, and Seungdae picked up his luggage for the weekend and headed to the JYPE building.
Having talked with Ryujin, she had asked him to get there half an hour before what he agreed with Lia. As planned, he waited near one of the least crowded bathrooms in the building. Just two minutes later, he saw her walking fairly quickly but rather uncomfortably towards him.
"Come," Ryujin whispered after checking her surroundings, taking his hand, and guiding him into a bathroom stall, locking the door.
"The fuck are you doing?" he huffed as she sat him on the toilet.
"Just in case you thought we were not even yet…" She turned around, leaned onto the door, awkwardly taking off her loose pants and her panties, exposing a series of red impact marks across her behind. Breathing deeply and exhaling loudly, she spread her buttcheeks to reveal a set of deep red scratches around her swollen asshole.
"Damn!" Seungdae exclaimed, getting closer to see the damage and take a peek at her puffy vulva, spreading enough for him to see her inner pink and smell her musk. The marks on her flesh were probably a sign of hard, repeated whipping and spanking; the scratches, probably made by Yeji or Yuna.
"Help me with this…" Ryujin handed him an ointment, the same one he had used on Chaeyoung the morning after he blew her small butthole. "Please?" she voiced without staring at him.
"What?"
"I can't see my own ass, and it burns… Please."
He sighed reluctantly. "Sure." Gently, tapped her puckered hole with some toilet paper to clean her sweat, hearing her hiss and retract her punch to the door while he spread the substance generously. "Sorry," he whispered. "Was it at least worth it?" he pondered, trying to hide his concern.
"I don't remember the last time I came that fucking hard," she admitted, in between small grunts.
"Would you do it again?"
Ryujin chuckled, biting her lips. "For that ending, absolutely. Maybe with a bit of lube," she joked, swallowing her pain. "Just tell me we're even now," she panted, clenching her jaw as he patted her bum, indicating he was done.
"Whatever led to this, Ryu, there was no—"
"Please, just say it," she whined quietly, turning to face him while she tugged his hair.
"Fine," he shook his head, staring up at her. "We're even."
Ryujin sighed in relief, hugging his head against her stomach. "Thank you."
Confused, but enjoying the warmth of her skin, Seungdae caressed her bare hips. "Do you realize this is the closest my face has been to your pussy?"
She scoffed, grabbing his hair so he faced her neatly trimmed bush. "So what? Are you getting hard or something?" she joked, teasingly pulling him closer to her pubis.
"Rock hard," he admitted calmly, sinking his fingers into her flesh and spreading her asscheeks, making her hiss.
"Too bad I'm too sore," Ryujin pouted at him flirtily, messing with his hair.
"What?" he shook his head and frowned with a confused smirk.
"Oh, don't smile like that. People will think I'm serious or that you want to fuck me."
Seungdae locked eyes with her, slowly tilting his head, which made her grimace. "Who doesn't want to fuck you?" he scoffed, enjoying her soft skin. "Or get fucked by you, for that matter," he added, rolling his eyes.
"That's better." She gave him a cocky grin and a peck on the cheek before fixing her clothes. "Take some minutes, put that thing to sleep, and meet us in the practice room." Ryujin combed his hair a bit and cupped his face. "Whatever you do, this stays between us."
Without a chance to reply, Seungdae sighed, digesting what had happened and waiting for his erection to disappear.
Ten minutes later, he was already outside the practice room, hearing their steps to a song he was not familiar with. Halfway through the song, the girls left Ryujin alone for her solo, and Chaeryeong ran to the door to welcome him.
"Seungdae oppa!" She yelled playfully, jumping into his arms.
Confused, he caught a glimpse of Jisu's shy hi to him and Ryujin's embarrassed face as she danced with full energy, grimacing in pain before a now-blonde Yeji yelled Chaeryeong's name, making her run back to her position to continue the choreography. Impressed by the new steps he witnessed, he slowly walked to the benches and waited for the song to finish, with Lia's white dog accompanying him.
"Take five!" Yeji announced, controlling her breathing.
"What did you think?" Yuna asked him with a bright smile, running towards him.
"How long before we mortals can stream this gem?" he chuckled, patting Yuna's red hair just like he petted the dog in his lap before she went for a towel.
"Like three months," Lia pursed her lips, getting some water.
"And since when do you call me 'Seungdae oppa'?" he asked, causing everyone but Yeji and Ryujin to giggle.
"Last week!" Chaeryeong smiled widely.
"Yah! Let Mr Hwang breathe! He's here for Jisu, not for you!" Yeji shook her head.
"Listen to the Light Fury for my sake, please," he joked, getting a half-forced smirk from the leader. "What's up with Ryujin? She was suffering the whole song." He pondered, receiving a quick, deadly stare from her, but triggering a series of quiet giggles from the other girls.
"She fell in the shower. Landed right in her ass," Yuna grinned, spanking Ryujin's butt, causing her to clench her fist before she could control herself. Since Yuna hissed, watching her hand turn red, that must have hurt even more for Ryujin.
"You girls won't tell me what really happened to her, right?"
Before anyone could reply, Yeji called them to position. The hungry, sex-driven woman he had last seen in person was nowhere to be found. Instead, she was fully immersed in her leadership role, reviewing every step of the choreography, providing feedback to the girls before they played the whole song again, always scanning the entire area to ensure everyone, including herself, could own the stage.
By the end, the five girls were panting, with a thin layer of sweat across their necks. Yeji applauded their work and thanked them for giving their all.
"Mr Hwang!" Yeji called him while everyone was getting ready to leave; he walked towards her. "I'm trusting you'll take good care of Jisu and Bella. I don't want to hear you did something she didn't want."
Her voice was soft, but he felt her piercing eyes threatening his soul. "I'll keep them safe and happy. You have my word." He managed to see the corner of her lips raise just a millimetre. 'That should do,' he thought.
"Don't worry, she just cares a bit too much about Lia unnie," Chaeryeong said, eating him with her eyes, while Jisu quickly changed her clothes, aware of Seungdae's hungry look.
"And she's a bit mad because she can't have sex right now!" Yuna grinned, jumping away from Yeji after she pulled her pants down, revealing a chastity belt and no other undergarments. The leader, fully blushed, ran after the maknae, yelling and trying to fix her pants.
"Is it related…?" he mouthed to Ryujin.
"What do you think?" she replied, nodding without making a sound. "You three better get going," she said out loud. "Enjoy the time out," she added, handing him Lia's luggage and pushing them both past the door.
"Her name is Bella, right?" he asked, thankful the door didn't smash his nose.
"Someone did his homework!" Jisu chuckled, carrying her pup tightly.
"I like to be prepared," he stated gently. "Let's go."
Two hours away from the city, enough to stop seeing buildings on the horizon. Upon arriving, Seungdae admired the country house. Two floors, large windows in every room, greenery in every direction, and no neighbours within a radius of at least two hundred metres.
"You were not kidding when you said a break from everything," he scoffed, carrying their luggage inside.
"My dad bought this place when I was a child," Jisu smiled kindly. "My little brother and I always considered it our little safe place." She let Bella on the floor to run excitedly towards the door.
Once inside, Lia gave him a tour of the place. Despite the simple exterior designed to withstand the elements with minimal maintenance, the interiors were planned to provide a cozy environment: wooden floors, doors, frames, and stairs, with furniture in earthy tones, surrounded by white walls where light bounced freely without hurting the eyes.
Noticing she caught her own reflection in a mirror, Seungdae suggested she take a few pictures, insisting that the way her blouse flew over her bare belly looked great, and offering to take a few more photos for her. Next, they went upstairs. Four bedrooms: the largest for her parents, one for her, one for her brother, and a guest room.
"You can use the spare room if you want. Although I was hoping you'd spend these nights with me," she chuckled coyly, avoiding his eyes as she entered her room.
His attempt to hold back a laugh turned into an unthought-of question. "You've got no problem sitting on my face and asking me to fill you, but you get shy asking me to sleep with you after booking me for the whole weekend?"
"It's different," Lia pointed at him. "That day I let myself go because of the girls," she pouted, taking her luggage to unpack.
"And now…?" He stepped inside.
"I don't know. Being alone with you feels different," she explained, trying to focus on her clothes, giggling when she noticed him standing behind her.
"More intimate?" Seungdae pondered, helping her take the rest of her clothes from her bag, brushing his forearms along her waist.
She smiled at his touch, taking his arms to draw him into a hug. "Yes. I like that, but I take a little time to get used to it," Jisu said playfully.
"Hmm, would taking a shower help with that?"
"Only one way to find out." She squinted up at him, maintaining his arms around her waist.
The bathroom was large enough for both of them to undress comfortably, but the main attraction was the wide bathtub next to the two showerheads, each with a stool in the corner if needed, and a large mirror that took up most of the wall.
"Your parents really thought this place through," Seungdae scoffed, turning back to see her smile warmly at him. "What is it?"
"You reminded me of the last person I brought here. You two reacted the same to this… Thing," she chuckled.
"Well, they've got taste," he pursed his lips, getting close enough to her to take the hem of her blouse. "Did you two also undress here?"
Lia reddened at the memory. "Clothes didn't even make it to the second floor," she admitted, unbuckling his belt.
"Should I be jealous of that?" he joked, taking her top off, revealing a modest sports bra and her delicate shoulders.
"Only if it upsets you not being as good as her," she grinned, failing to remove his t-shirt because of his height.
"Her?" Seungdae grinned, getting naked from the waist up.
"Her," she smirked, getting on equal ground, not bothering to cover her dark brown nipples.
"There's no way for me to top that," he admitted gracefully, kneeling to kiss her soft tummy while he took off her pants. "But I'll make an effort to get as close as possible," he added, staring right into Jisu's eyes, pulling down the hem of her panties. While the outline of her pubic hair was fully natural, she kept the length trimmed. Carelessly, he planted soft kisses through her bush until his lips met her meaty pussy, holding her legs as she kicked her clothes off.
"You've got a few things she doesn't," Lia grinned, running her hands through his hair, prompting him to stand up.
"Yeah? Like what?"
She rolled her eyes, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. "This, for example." Jisu held his semi-hard shaft with both hands, eyes getting lost on it while she pulled his foreskin all the way back, hypnotized by his growing erection.
"I'm sure she's used a strap-on on you," Seungdae replied, walking towards one of the showerheads with her.
"Plenty of times. But even the most realistic dildo feels like a dildo," Lia affirmed, gently stroking him with one hand, tracing his veins with the other, enjoying his reaction before stopping completely. "Careful."
Serving as a shield for her, the cold water hit him first on his back. Fortunately, warm water ran soon after while she giggled.
"Sorry. Would you help me with my hair?"
Showing his experience, he made sure both her hair and scalp were clean, then insisted on helping Lia by bringing one of the stools and giving her a massage on every part of her body, head to toe, until she was fully cleaned and relaxed, with a soft, barely noticeable smile on her face.
"Don't tell my roommate I said this, but that massage is one of the best ones I've had," she sighed, throwing herself at him. "Aside from professionals," she added, raising the corners of her lips.
"I took a one-day crash course with a pro. My girlfriend," he could not help but smile widely at those words, "insisted after I hurt her neck trying to untie a knot she had." He chuckled, pressing on her the exact zone he referred to.
"You have a girlfriend?" She frowned in confusion.
"Yes! But we'll get to that later. I'll be happy to teach a few tricks to your girlfriend if she's up for that," Seungdae laughed, carrying Jisu's surprised self to the built-in bench before taking some liquid soap to clean himself.
"W-Who told you?"
He smirked, watching her go pale. "I just guessed." He shrugged, taking a moment to see her scoff at his response. "Lia, I just put two and two together," he explained calmly, thoroughly washing his body. "You grew up with money, right? And you've been making your own for some time, surely enough to live comfortably on your own. Why else would you need or want a roommate?"
She stayed quiet, shaking her head, but fully focused on his face. "I don't believe it," she whispered to herself in English.
"It's fine. You do what you can to be happy, and what you must to protect it from the public," he voiced, turning off the shower and offering his hands to her. "I respect that a lot."
"T-Thank you?" Jisu let out as he covered her with a towel, then gasped when he carried her.
"To your room?" Seungdae smiled reassuringly, stepping out of the bathroom to find the night sky framed by the windows. 'Won't miss the city lights one bit with this view,' he thought, walking into her bedroom, gently laying her down on the mattress before walking to the windows.
"We can keep them open," she whispered, crawling to the edge of the bed. "I'd like to feel the breeze while we…"
"And the curtains?"
"Why do you think I chose to come here?" She smirked coyly at him, kneeling as he walked back to her, taking her by the waist and neck.
Jisu pulled him delicately by his shaft and his nape until their lips met in a tender kiss that only broke when she giggled. Their eyes opened, and before the thought in his brain could take form, she pulled him again, this time, forcing him to lie in bed with her.
Both tried to match each other's rhythms, slowly increasing their pace while his left hand slid under her back to hold her firmly, allowing his right hand to explore her body again. The moment he caressed her waist, her legs spread instantly, only to hug him gently.
"I… I want it," she whispered, making Seungdae's length rest over her womb as she breathed heavily.
"You ready?" he wondered. She nodded shyly, tracing the outline of his dick over her until he reached her fat pussy lips. "Drenched," he scoffed, taking her juices into his mouth.
"The massage made me a bit horny," she admitted, noticing his eyes glaring at her slit as his tongue ran through his lips. "Eat me tomorrow. Fuck me now," she blushed, guiding his rod to her entrance, using her legs to take his tip into her body.
"Fuck," both exhaled at the same time. Lia, feeling her walls stretch to take his girth; Seungdae, enjoying the rippling texture of her entrance, so tight, and yet so inviting. They giggled, pulling each other closer, until a moan escaped their lips.
"A dildo doesn't feel that good," she gasped with a smile, reaching for his face.
"You feel even better than last time," he replied, clenching his cock inside of her.
"Prove it," she whispered, reaching for his lips and laughing at his curious eyes. "Don't stop until you cum inside."
"Deal." With a grin on his face and feeling her cunt gripping onto his manhood as he pulled back, he kissed her, nurturing his own lust with her moans. Every detail of Jisu screamed desire. Her lips and tongue, desperately savoring his while her delicate hands held on to his neck, slowly going down his shoulders; her legs, pushing him back inside her at every thrust; her pussy, soaking wet, making every slick pound easy while her insides stretched to take his whole length.
She wanted him, and he wanted her.
Before he noticed, he was already drunk in Lia. He didn't know if she was mirroring his hunger or if he was mirroring hers. Whatever it was, Seungdae enjoyed her, letting his hands run through her skin, taking a firm grip of her modest tit, making her release a giggle against his lips when he pinched her nipple.
Soon, he had Jisu's arms wrapped around his neck while his hands held on to her waist, sliding down to her hips and thighs to pull her legs up.
"Do it," Lia moaned, cooperating as he lifted her legs in the air, then smoothly placed her calves over his shoulders. "D-Don't stop," she grunted, amazed by the new angle at which his shaft reshaped her insides.
Too tangled to kiss her, they locked eyes, sharing a smirk while he fucked her, purposefully going harder on her to make her moan quicker and louder.
She noticed, nodding at him to continue as her hands reached for her clit, making her plump pussy move while she rubbed it. "Just like that," she whimpered. "Keep going," she muttered, quickly reaching for Seungdae's face to ensure he listened to her. "Please," she gasped, shoving her coated fingers into his mouth, giving him just a taste of her nectar before her hand returned to her cunt. "Mhmm!" Jisu whined frantically as he hugged her, locking her in place.
No longer caring about anything else, giving up any control beyond her own hands, she welcomed the wave of electricity coming from her pussy, expanding quickly through her whole body. Her hips trembled erratically every time his manhood poked her navel from within, thrust after deep thrust. She melted in his arms, emptying her lungs while her wrists shook uncontrollably over her clit.
At the peak of her orgasm, she caught a glimpse of doubt on his face. Jisu tried to beg him to keep fucking her until he filled her womb, but she could not say a single word through her muted moans.
Luckily for her, Seungdae recognized her desperation and grinned at her, tensing his arms and pulling her even closer. Feeling the consistent and incredibly strong clenching of her walls, he fucked her through her climax, allowing his own hit as he kept her shuddering body in place, listening to the sloshing coming from her cunt.
Through the gasping, moaning, and groaning, they locked eyes again. Lia's hands went from her slit to his hips, weakly trying to push him harder into her. He nodded, and after a few more thrusts, he flooded her womb.
"Yes!" Jisu gasped, feeling his hot load spreading inside of her. Her eyes turned watery from the pleasure while she focused on the pulsations of his manhood, the strong spurts of semen hitting her cervix, and his little shivers as he shoved his whole length back inside of her palpitating core.
"I feel like… Like my insides are boiling," she chuckled, already having more control of her hands.
"Want me out?"
"No!" She pulled Seungdae closely, feeling his cock throbbing in reflex. "Maybe let's change places, but please stay inside," she grinned, still trying to control her breathing.
He complied, hugging her firmly before rolling onto the bed. Once up, she clenched the base of his dick and leaned forward to kiss him, flawlessly moving her legs around him until she was straddling him.
"Is your back okay? It may have been too much—"
"I'm fine," she said, kissing him. "I'm quite flexible if you warm me up," she added with a wink before resting on his chest.
They stayed like that for a moment. Enjoying each other's warmth while Lia's walls clenched around his shaft, helping him maintain his erection through the consistent stimulus.
"You know? I don't remember kissing you that day," Seungdae murmured, caressing her silky hair.
She chuckled, resting her chin on her hand as she stared at him. "None of us kissed you," she declared. "On the lips, at least. Yeji definitely kissed other parts of you," she reminded him, raising her eyebrows.
Confused, he went through his memories of the dungeon, both his own, the recordings, and his notes. "The fuck? Why?" he laughed, taking another pillow to see her face better, while his fingers ran freely through her back.
"We have this 'rule' where we don't really kiss people unless we're close to them," she tilted her head, knowing what he'd say next.
"Are we close now?"
Lia smiled warmly at him. "I know physically we can't get any closer than this," she explained playfully, clenching her pussy around his manhood from its base all the way up to its tip. "But I'm not sure if close would be the word yet," she added, tapping on his chest.
Seungdae nodded, agreeing with her response. "Then why?"
"Look, my roo—" Jisu laughed silently at herself. "My girlfriend knows everything I've done. She even signed an NDA so I could explain to her all about the wicked system we work under. She knows how Yeji's tributing sessions broke her just enough to pull the rest of us through. And yes, she also knows about you."
Watching him nod attentively at her words, she kept her voice calm. "She was supposed to come here with me. We were supposed to have a private, fairly normal weekend for ourselves, but she had a business trip she could not postpone."
"And pushing your days off is just as hard," he affirmed so confidently that she got startled by that understanding.
"Yes," she continued. "I really needed this escape. We had it all planned for months, but life hates us, I guess," Jisu sighed, quietly enjoying his heavy hands rubbing her back in an attempt to console her. "She's the one who proposed that you come with me in her place," she smirked. "So when you were about to close the windows, I thought Why not pretend you were my boyfriend for the weekend?"
He chuckled at the idea. "Well, that's almost what you're paying me to do, so…"
"Would you?" she asked seriously, mouth turning into a small circle, eyes widening. "Just until we go back to the city."
"Is your girlfriend okay with that?" Seungdae pondered, imagining all the negative outcomes for her.
"She is now." She pursed her lips, impressed by the fact, then understood the question in his eyes. "We've worked a lot in our relationship."
"I mean, if she's the reason I'm here…"
"Yes," Lia giggled at his skeptical tone. "I really needed my hiatus, but I spent half of it settling things down with her. We moved in together, we've gone to couples therapy, besides our own individual therapy," she added with a laugh. "At some point, she was afraid I'd leave her for anyone in the industry or one of the members. I guess after meeting them, she noticed that the members and I look for different things in a partner. The girls even taught her a few things I like in bed," she added, showing her own surprise. "Those massage classes may actually happen," she joked. "Is your girlfriend okay with this?"
"They did warn me not to fall for you."
"They?"
"I guess it's my turn now," Seungdae muttered to himself. "Would you mind telling this to the rest of Itzy if the subject comes up? It would really save me some time," he requested.
"Sure, but you're getting soft," Lia teased him, clenching her pussy until she pushed his cock out of her.
"I'm not a dildo!"
"True, let me enjoy that," she grinned, getting between his legs to take his semi-hard dick and slap it on her hand. "Tell me what you like!"
"No need—"
"I want to take care of my fake boyfriend while he tells me about his two real girlfriends!"
"Lia…" He chuckled as she slapped his tip against her pouted lips, controlling her giggles.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I love to please people," she stated, sucking his glans and savoring the mixture of his load with her own juices.
"That's kind of my thing," he objected, taking her hair out of the way.
"No throat; this is too big for me," she winked. "Now tell me about them."
Throughout the blowjob, and keeping her name secret, Seungdae briefly explained his relationship with IU. From their lifelong friendship that turned physical before her first servicing session, to the years of not daring to ask her out, to the fairly healthy polycule with her other boyfriend. And, of course, his servicing contract, signed with her blessing, which led to him meeting Tzuyu.
"Nayeon unnie told me a bit about that," Jisu smirked, stroking his slippery length with both hands, edging him with her small tongue with a very familiar technique.
"Did she also teach you how to suck cock?" He held her hair with both hands.
"Why? You want to cum already?" she teased him, twisting her wrists as they ran through his shaft. "I won't let you finish until you tell me all about Tzuyu unnie," Lia grinned, taking him back into her mouth.
She was serious, taking pride and joy in edging Seungdae despite not being able to take him into her throat. Perhaps more than that, she liked that he also enjoyed that treatment and the way his voice shook when she deliberately pushed him a little too far.
"If I were you, I would ask Tzuyu to be my girlfriend," she purred, massaging his balls with one hand while the other kept his foreskin all the way back for her lips to seal around his tip again.
Two seconds trying to agree with her while he remembered Jieun's idea of moving together. Then he could only focus on the tongue playing with his frenulum, about to make him explode in her mouth. "L-Lia…"
She hummed, clearly aware of her power in that moment.
"Jisu… I'm… Close…"
She didn't stop, but she stared into his eyes with a devilish smile until he released the first burst of semen into her tongue. Quickly, she released his dick and continued stroking him, laughing at the spurts of cum landing on her face, and carefully feeling his testicles move at every shot. Once his balls were empty, she sucked his tip again, suctioning the remnants of sperm with the help of both hands, squeezing every drop from his urethra.
"T-Tell Nayeon she should be p-proud of you," Seungdae grunted, not bothering to push Lia away from his oversensitive tip. "Fuck, I'll tell her myself," he laughed, feeling the last pop from her lips to admire her painted face.
"Why didn't you release it all before?" she grinned, reaching her phone.
He tilted his head. "You said you would not let me cum until I told you about Tzu."
"Yes. And you had already told me about her, didn't you?" Jisu smiled innocently, taking some selfies.
"What the fuck?" he laughed, witnessing the fully confident side of her as she lay back between his legs, taking some more photos, this time with his shaft in the frame. "I'm guessing those are not for your girlfriend."
"These are for me. And to make the members envious!" She winked at him, then took a picture of her, shocked at the size of his manhood compared with her head.
Letting her play around, groaning at the occasional suck and lick until she was satisfied. He watched Lia clean her face and eat some bits of his load, surprised by the flavor, which triggered a compliment on his diet before she cleaned it completely with wet wipes. Since neither of them was hungry, she put on her panties and went downstairs to ensure Bella would have her dinner; mirroring her, he put on his boxers.
After overhearing her on the phone, Seungdae took the chance to do the same, FaceTiming Jieun and Jongsuk while they rested in bed. They joked for a few minutes, starting with the lack of clothes on both sides. The actors teased him about the fact that he hadn't even gone on a trip with Tzuyu, and now he was playing house with Lia, something he took graciously, hitting back by complimenting Jisu's grounded and serving personality.
"Fine, fine, but you owe me a weekend away from the city," Jieun giggled.
"Yah! What about me? Can't we go on a vacation together?" The actor complained jokingly.
"We could, but don't expect me to kiss you the same way I kiss them," Seungdae played along, causing their girlfriend to cringe just as expected.
The couple wished him a good night, and the video call ended. Noticing Lia was also finishing her call, he sent a voice message to Tzuyu, hoping everything was going smoothly with her friends. As soon as she picked up her phone, Tzuyu replied with a quick video of her, her mom, her cousin, and Elkie having dinner, sending him a big kiss before they all laughed at her.
"When was the last time you slept for as long as you felt like it?" Jisu asked him when she entered the room, carrying Bella's bed, the little white furball wiggling its tail beside her.
"I…" He tried to give an honest answer, but he could not find it. "I'd be lying if I told you any date," he scoffed.
Prompted to brush his teeth with her, he followed her, and after a few minutes, they were already in bed, cuddling at her request, and falling asleep before either could realize.
No alarms, no compromises, no rush to get anywhere. Lia woke up first, smiling at Seungdae's drooling face, which resembled the way her partner slept. Not wanting to disturb him, she called Bella up to bed and played with her silently.
"You two look really cute together," he said in a groggy voice, petting the little dog.
"You sound like you need some water," Jisu smiled kindly.
"Breakfast is what I need," he admitted after his stomach rumbled.
After both of them insisted on making breakfast for a few minutes, Bella's growl made them settle on preparing it together, with the little creature's food being prioritized. Not bothering to put on any other clothes, they played around in the kitchen and enjoyed their meal, even though hers was a third of what he ate. Once done, they threw themselves on one of the couches to relax, feeling the warmth of their skin and the breeze entering through the windows.
"So, what had you planned for today?" Seungdae asked, caressing Lia's head with his left hand and petting Bella with his right hand.
"Will you really do everything I want?" She asked, jokingly scratching his thigh.
"Pretty much! Except maybe dying my hair, or getting a piercing," he joked, gently tapping the metal pieces on Lia's ear.
"Coward!" She smirked flirtily.
Soon, Seungdae was tasked with being her photographer for the rest of the weekend, starting with a long walk for Bella. Since he was technically working, he focused on her, contemplating the way she wandered through the fields along the roads, taking care of her four-legged friend, stopping so Jisu could show him her favorite places and tell him stories about things she and her little brother used to do.
Before returning home for a light lunch, as she said, her kindness took the spotlight. A stray dog approached them, and she took the chance to feed it some dog food she carried in her bag. 'Adorable,' he thought, noticing the way her eyes sparkled at the responsive dog, waving its tail happily as they played for a minute before she left the food in a safe spot, away from any possible car.
Back in the country house, Lia took over the kitchen, stating that he should do the dishes while she prepared something for later. Again, her portions were a third of his. Worried, he asked her if she was okay, but she insisted he would thank her later. As promised, he cleaned every utensil while she went upstairs.
"Oppa!"
"Almost done!" Seungdae scoffed with a smile, catching up with her after he was done. "I can't imagine how bad any of your exes must feel," he sighed when he saw her. She had tied her hair and changed into a more comfy set: a simple tank top with no bra underneath and some light striped pants.
"What?" Lia frowned in confusion.
"You have this 'first love' vibe all around you, that's all," he explained, sitting with her on the bed.
"Careful, or you may actually fall for me!" she joked, letting him get as close as he wanted, eyes going back and forth between his lips and his eyes.
"I'll keep that in mind," he nodded, stealing a quick kiss from her. "What's all this?"
"You didn't say anything about getting a tattoo with me." Lia grinned, showing him the few sheets of temporary tattoos she had prepared.
Each of them selected a few tattoos for themselves and a few more to get on the others' skin. Throughout the process, she mentioned she actually liked real tattoos and showed him a discreet tattoo of two stars near her wrist. While Jisu never explained its true meaning, she mentioned that her girlfriend was with her the day she got it done and that she liked it a lot. Halfway through the first sheet, and feeling more comfortable with her, he dared to ponder something that had been circling in the back of his mind.
"I understand you calling me oppa today, and by the way, feel free to do it even after this weekend," he clarified before going to his main point. "But what's the deal with Chaeryeong calling me that yesterday?"
Lia stared at him, equally comfortable. "You didn't hear this from me, okay? We talked with Ryujin, and at some point, she referred to you as Seungdae oppa. Yuna and I were a bit shocked, but Chaeryeong teased her right away with that," she explained.
He stayed silent for a moment. While not something he expected, with the way she behaved in the bathroom, it sounded plausible in his head. "Ryujin did not fall on her butt, right?"
"More like Yeji fell on Ryujin's ass," she murmured, laughing at his perplexed reaction before briefly explaining how Chaeryeong, Yuna, and she 'punished' Yeji and Ryujin in the dungeon. "She has also tried lots of anal with Yeji and Yuna. She'll be fine by Monday," Jisu assured confidently, trying to appease him.
"I fucking told her we were okay the very day that happened," he grunted, pressing his temples while Lia placed a tattoo on his inner bicep.
"Something must have made her feel like she needed to go through that. Most of it was her idea, including Yeji's belt." She pursed her lips, shrugging, watching him try to make sense of it. "Hey, I've been with them for years, and I still don't understand how fully wicked they can be," she chuckled. She
"However much Yeji is," he said without thinking.
"And even that is not fully on her, you know?" She showed him his new stickman, making it dance by pulling at his skin, which made Seungdae smile.
"Yeah. Ryujin told me about what she did for Yuna and the rest of you." He took another feather tattoo, similar to the one on her shoulder, and thought of where to put it.
"That started a whole domino effect," Jisu stated, then explained how Yeji wanted more of what they did to her, which led to Ryujin learning every possible way to please her, from the sweetest and most delicate brush to the roughest and most painful spank; something that resonated with Seungdae.
She went on to explain how Yuna's natural curiosity and free spirit led the maknae to have a taste of her own. Since Yuna had already caught a liking for Ryujin, offering herself to her to such a degree, getting rewarded with the best orgasms she had experienced, followed by the most intimate aftercare kisses, resulted in Yuna developing a strong crush on Ryujin.
"Should've seen that coming," he scoffed, tilting his head so Lia could stick a new tattoo on his neck.
"We all did, really. They've already talked about it. Ryujin was clear about her feelings for Yeji, and Yuna accepted it with a sad smile. It was a sad episode for us, but Yuna loves seeing Ryujin exist, and Ryujin adores Yuna, so they continued doing their thing."
"Is Yuna really okay with it?" he asked with true concern in his voice.
"Seems to be," Jisu shrugged. "She knows she can be hard to love for anyone outside our world. She craves cock, maybe a bit too much, but she has only been in love with women." She exhaled deeply, and her tone carried resignation to the words: "Many women hate the idea of their girlfriend liking dick. Much more having such a hunger for it as she does."
"Idols come with a lot of baggage," Seungdae said warmly, causing the corners of her mouth to rise a millimeter.
"Why do you think I fought so hard to keep my girlfriend?" She grinned, removing the wet sheet to admire the tattoo.
"How did the domino effect hit you?"
"I'll show you one part of it later," Lia winked at him. "But since Ryujin was busy with Yuna, Yeji convinced me to try her," she admitted, biting her lips. "She's a bit like you." She laughed loudly at his offended expression. "She also has that need to please me, and she adapts very well to my rhythm."
"Can she really do that?" he scoffed.
"Just because you've only seen her crazy nympho side doesn't mean she doesn't know how to make love. And let me tell you, she's good when she goes slow," she stated, leaving no room for questioning.
Lia went on to explain that Chaeryeong doesn't seem to be sexually attracted to other women outside the group, and that she only joined them after getting really drunk at a party. "After that, she started requesting servers with Yeji and Yuna."
"Until they broke one of them," he shook his head, holding his laugh, but feeling sorry for whoever suffered that fate.
"But thanks to that, you've got Ryujin calling you names, and I have a fake boyfriend for the weekend!" She smiled warmly, getting really close to his face.
"One you said could eat you today," he scoffed, pulling Lia in for a kiss that she stopped with her finger.
"And you said you'd be my photographer for the weekend," she said with a playful grin.
In just a few minutes, Seungdae was already guiding her through the room and the hallway to take pictures of her, surprised by the calm girl-next-door vibe she emanated. Capturing those moments was easy; she just needed to exist, and he just needed to be around her with the camera. Little by little, the pictures went from Instagram-appropriate to almost boudoir. The excuse of framing those hidden tattoos was perfect to slowly get rid of her clothes until she was wearing only her panties.
"I have to say it. This look suits you a lot," he nodded, following her through the stairs.
"The tattoos?" she asked, almost innocently, turning back to see the feathers on her delicate shoulders.
"I meant the outfit," he chuckled, watching her get into the bathroom.
She turned back to him after placing her phone in a corner, where she could record the bathtub and whatever the mirror captured. She pouted, pretending to be sad. "I was hoping you would rip it off me." Jisu avoided his eyes, biting her lips and pulling the hem of her panties to outline her cameltoe while he approached her.
He hooked the fabric with his index fingers and pulled her close to him as she released a playful moan. "I'll tear this piece of fabric on command," he warned her, leaning toward her lips.
She hesitated. "Maybe just take them off?" she suggested, swaying her hips against the stretched fabric until they kissed, pulling him to one of the stools next to the wall, giggling while he took off his own clothes before kneeling to remove Lia's damp panties.
Seungdae stared directly at her crotch, thirsting as she sat and spread her legs, making her puffy outer lips open to reveal her already slick inner pink. He followed his carnal instinct, hugging her thighs firmly from below, pressing his hands next to her pussy in a split second, making her yelp in surprise as she held to the wall behind her.
One glance into her eyes to get her blessing, one deep breath of her sweet musk, and he turned into an animal.
"What the—" Lia exclaimed in English, interrupted by her own whimper; consequence of his tongue quickly getting into her core and licking all the way to her clit. With one hand firmly pressed against the wall and the other one already tightly fisting his hair, she saw his eyes, waiting for her green light. "Yes," she exhaled, feeling secure in his arms while he savored her folds.
Her body relaxed, except for the hand on his head, constantly giving him that reassurance he could continue focusing on the slightly salty and acidic flavor of her petals.
The almost excessive warmth of her cunt, the echo of her moans bouncing in every wall, and the way her hips began moving on their own only served to make Seungdae wrap his arms around her legs even tighter, pressing his knee on the stool for stability; fingers reaching her fat vulva to massage it while he ate.
'I love singers,' he thought, thriving on how vocal she was, and enjoying the melody of her coos and whimpers, soon accompanied by subtle orders as her legs slowly rose over his shoulders.
Jisu surrendered herself to him and her own pleasure. Her hands reached her brown nipples, pinching them and twisting them, leaving him with free rein to do with her pussy whatever he wanted.
Then, it hit.
"More!" She exclaimed, drowning in her moan. "Keep doing that," she yelped quickly, using her feet to push him against her cunt.
Seungdae obeyed, too drunk on her nectar to even breathe. He pressed her meaty lips against his face with his hands, softly moving his pinkies to feel her puffiness against his cheeks. His tongue went deep and wide through her entrance, moving up and down while the tip of his nose pressed against her clit, knowing her swaying hips would do the rest.
Lia's moans turned quiet when her shivering began. She sacrificed a bit of her own climax to hold onto his scalp with both hands for balance, doing her best to keep him latched onto her pussy. After a desperate gasp, she looked down and met his eyes, feeling his arms clenching around her legs, giving her the confidence to let go and enjoy what was left of her orgasm.
Just as desperately as he needed to breathe, he drank the weak stream of juices she released, fully conscious of her whole body for her safety.
"Fuck!" She exclaimed, releasing his hair for a moment, which he used to gasp for air and immediately returned to her folds. "Yah! Yah!" Jisu hit him weakly, gluing her hands to the wall when he pulled her closer to him.
"Say it, and I'll stop." He went lower on her until he licked the fluids that had made it to her wrinkled hole.
"Why… Why so i-insistent?" Lia stammered, raising her hips and resting her heels on his shoulders for him to have full access to her ass.
"You're my 'girlfriend,' aren't you?" He grinned, easily shoving his tongue into her rectum, watching her giggle and nod, reaching for his hair. "I'm just making sure you feel good," he added, loving the way she vocalized her pleasure while she relaxed.
"Oppa," she whispered, feeling his tongue go as deep in her butt as it could before locking eyes with him, pulling him from his hair to see face-to-face. "I've got one thing to show you," Jisu smirked, trying to stand up, but failing.
"I got you," he chuckled, following her orders to put the stool right in front of the mirror, then sitting on it while he helped her stand in front of him. He saw her smile back at him, first with confidence, then with nervousness as she spread his precum across his tip.
She trusted in his support while she aligned his tip with her puckered hole.
Suddenly, Lia gave up her strength, engulfing his whole manhood into her ass in just a second. The instant stretch of her puckerhole and reshaping of her insides forced her to release a drowned groan, eyes rolling to the back of her head, and hair falling over her face.
He caught her, hugging her tightly. "Are you alright?" he pondered worrily, feeling her hips tremble.
"You really care about me." She teased him, turning to see his face. "Now, I am alright," she grinned, caressing his arms, still wrapped around her torso.
"What the fuck?" he scoffed, feeling her clench her butt around his shaft.
"I told you I could take all of you in my ass any day," she remarked proudly. "And you warmed me up pretty good." She pulled him in for a kiss, chuckling as she tried to move her hips and failed. "Sorry, but you will have to fuck me," she whispered in his lips.
"Hard, slow?" he asked, taking the liberty to caress her whole body.
"Don't care. Just make me cum," Lia requested with a sultry tone and a shy smile. While she was already comfortable with him, voicing her needs still represented a challenge for her.
He felt the slight sway of her hips. "Hard?" He smirked, and she nodded excitedly. He reached for her legs, placing them over his thighs, feet hanging at his sides while he started pounding into her.
Despite her weakness, her body moved on its own, rocking her hips back and forth, concentrating on the way his cock moved inside of her, ensuring he could reach as far inside of her guts as he could. She let herself go, enjoying the freedom she had yearned for so long.
Lia didn't notice, but after just a minute, she was rubbing her whole body against him, and her delicate hands were already tightening on his hair and thigh, setting the rhythm for both of them.
Through the mirror, Seungdae caught a glimpse of her face: eyes closed, lips parted with a satisfied smile. As much as he wanted to fill her insides, he would focus on her climax first. He kissed her shoulders, grabbing onto her waist, pressing his fingers tightly on her soft belly before going up to her breast and hearing a reaffirming whimper from her.
He took his time warming her up while his continuous thrusts also pushed him little by little to his inevitable orgasm. He massaged her small tits, pinching and twisting her nipples every time her moans made her breathless, contemplating the way her eyes shut tightly in response, and going crazy by the way her butt clenched at the same time.
Carefully, he opened his legs, spreading hers until her fat pussy lips opened. Slowly, he slid his right hand down her torso, caressing her stomach, her navel, and her bush.
"What are…? Yes!" Jisu moaned sharply, feeling two of his fingers running through her drenched petals, then making their way inside her cunt. "Fucking yes," she whimpered, feeling his digits hit her G-spot and her hips moving harder against his crotch. Feeling his fingers and his dick rubbing against each other through her wall added yet another layer of pleasure for her.
She could feel her orgasm building. She knew she kept guiding him, moaning for him to keep fucking her like that, but she felt no control over her mouth. She didn't mind. Right there, she only wanted more, and he delivered.
For a moment, the hand on his boob went up to her neck and held her cheeks. Instinctively, she tried to find his lips to kiss, but found words instead.
"Open your eyes," he requested firmly, releasing her face to take her nipple again.
She scanned herself, gawking at her body in motion. Her right hand gripped his hair tightly while her left hand dug her nails into his flesh. Her own face was blushing as she grinned and moaned freely, realizing her own volume. She didn't bother to decrease it; if anything, she whimperered louder. For a moment, Lia focused on his hands. The left one, covering her right tit until his fingers pinched her nipple, pulling it and twisting it, making her gasp. His right hand, firmly hooked in her cunt. Middle and ring fingers lost inside her, index and pinky pressing her plump pussy lips while he fingered her at the same tempo his shaft moved inside her guts.
For a moment, she thought it was his hand that made her hips sway in such a hungry and seductive manner, but soon, she was shocked that it was herself moving in that way.
She didn't really know how to ride a dick; yes, she had a sponsor session with Dolce Gabbana, but that was mainly lying in bed while they ripped her pantyhose and painted her face. Now, she was moving so naturally over his manhood that she felt a mixture of pride and shame, the latter disappearing in seconds after she began thirsting after herself in the mirror.
"It feels even better than it looks," Seungdae whispered in her ear, making her realize how tightly he was holding her. "Don't hold back this time," he added, kissing the back of her ear as she nodded, unable to close her eyes. "Let it drown you."
"You too," Lia moaned, swaying her body against him. "I want it all," she smirked, squeezing core, feeling her action backfire. Her clenching happened at the same time he twisted her nipple and pressed her G-spot, making the latter hit even harder. "Don't stop!" She grunted, her core tensing.
She followed his command, but she knew her body. First, Lia edged herself, trying to keep her climax from exploding for as long as she could while he rammed her ass and fingered her with more and more lust. She observed herself in the mirror, gawking at the way her grin disappeared and turned into a desperate pleading expression as the gates of her orgasm opened.
Every fluid movement of her hips became erratic. Her muscles spasmed across her whole body, particularly her legs, which vainly tried to close, stopped by his thighs. Jisu did her best to witness her convulsions through the mirror, but the waves of pleasure shut her eyes while her climax consumed her.
Then it came Seungdae's orgasm, and he followed her command. His muscles tensed around her while he fucked her harder, almost carrying her through the tight grip on her cunt.
The amount of force inside her core soon reflected on her squirt, gushing out of her pussy, mirroring the strong spurts of semen painting her guts white.
Jisu rejoiced, feeling the electrifying waves of her climax run through her whole body while his legs slowly closed together and he hugged her tightly, trembling and panting on her back.
They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, relaxing in each other's warmth, slowly becoming aware of their surroundings and their own bodies.
"W-Was it… Fuck," Lia laughed, realizing his fingers were still inside her cunt. "Was it as g-good for you… As it was f-for me?" she giggled, hugging his left arm, curled around her waist.
Seungdae chuckled. "Yes. Very much so," he replied, purposefully clenching his fingers inside of her, laughing at her sudden shuddering and the trail of warm liquid he squeezed out of her.
"Tell me half the s-sweat on my back is yours," she scoffed, shaking her head, getting an affirmative humming as a response. "Good… Want to use the bathtub?"
"Aren't you afraid my cum will come out floating?" he joked, taking his fingers out of her folds, admiring his wrinkled fingertips.
"That load is not coming out of me until tomorrow," she affirmed, shocked by the way his digits dripped her juices.
"Because you want to keep it in, or because you cleaned your guts while I did the dishes?" He smirked, pulling her in for a kiss she welcomed despite her shock.
"How did you—"
"Very light meals, and I know what a post-enema butthole tastes like," he laughed for a moment, watching her purse her lips. "So?" he teased her, clenching his cock inside of her.
"Because I clenched so hard, I may have pushed your load even deeper," Lia muttered, avoiding his eyes, but tightening her ass again.
"Want to confirm?"
Jisu relaxed her butthole, letting his sensitive shaft slip clean out of her, revealing her gaping rim. Seungdae could not help but lean closer to look for any trace of his seed. Like she said, not a single sperm in sight.
Both agreed to take a shower before relaxing in the bathtub, where he entered first, as per her request, and then she followed, relaxing her bare back on his chest once more.
"I think this is what I needed the most," Lia sighed, eyes closed, head resting on his shoulder.
"You mean squirting while getting fucked on your ass, or this?" he joked, making small waves with his fingers in the water, getting a soft punch on his thigh.
"Maybe both," she admitted. "I would have loved it if you fucked me like this when we met, but at least you filled my pussy that day," she pursed her lips teasingly.
"Sorry for being human," he laughed. "Seriously, though, how did you sit on my dick so easily?"
"Guess," Jisu grinned.
"Yeji…"
"Yup! Yuna was the most interested in playing with her own ass after what Yeji unnie went through, but all of us got curious too."
"Even Ryujin?" he pondered, remembering her swollen shithole.
"Yes, but being our main top, she hasn't had as much practice as the rest of us," Lia explained. "Come to think of it, besides her, I'm the one with the least practice." She pouted, turning to see his face.
"And yet you were incredible," he reassured her, hugging her tightly.
"You helped quite a bit. Only my girlfriend, Yeji unnie, and Yuna have made me squirt like that," she confessed, avoiding his eyes.
"I wasn't going to give up after feeling a bit of it flowing directly into my mouth," Seungdae grinned at her, taking her by the chin to see her flushed cheeks and give her a peck.
They spent another half hour there, kindly peeling the remnants of fake tattoos from their skin and treating each other with small massages until one of them wondered about the time. It was dinner time for them and for Bella.
He insisted that she stay there if she wanted, handing her her phone before putting on some pants and a t-shirt to go downstairs and make dinner for everybody. Both used the time to call their partners, catching up fairly quickly to the day's events, trying not to dwell too much on how intense their last round had been.
"Promise you'll fuck me like that when I see you," Jieun pouted on the phone, knowing Seungdae's satisfied smile far too well, even when he was far from the camera to get the right frying pan for the task.
"Oh, I promise I'll fill every hole of yours," he replied right away. "Don't think I forgot you're spending the night with Wooseok." He raised his eyebrows, pointing at his phone, laughing at her avoidant eyes and pursed lips.
"Will you come home after dropping Lia at her place?" she asked, biting her lower lip.
"The only thing that would stop me is if Tzuyu were already in Korea, and even then, I'd find a way to meet both of you at the same time," he assured.
"If she were in Korea already, both of us would be waiting for you." Jieun grinned confidently.
"Yeah? How do you know? You talked with her?"
"Yes!" She laughed mischievously at his shocked reaction. "She's very resourceful. She managed to get my number from Nayeon, and we spent a few minutes talking."
"Jin…"
"Oh, don't worry, I didn't tell her anything about you moving in. That's your conversation to have."
"Thanks. I don't want to mess it up with her."
"Please don't! I really like her!" She reassured him with her genuine smile. "They're about to call me to set now."
"Tell Wooseok to take care of you!"
"It'll be fine! He's the second sweetest co-star I've had," Jieun giggled, fixing her hair before standing up.
"Yeah, but you didn't fuck with Bogum."
"I'll tell him both my boyfriends will kick his ass if he does anything to me. Anything I don't want, I mean," she grinned, rolling her eyes playfully.
"You're telling him about me already?"
"I trust him, and if I'm spending the whole night with him, I want him to know his true place in all of this."
"Sounds fair. See you tomorrow, then?"
"I'll be waiting for you, Great One," Jieun chuckled. "I love you!"
"Love you too, my Queen," he replied, watching her blow him a kiss before waving goodbye.
The call with Tzuyu had way less teasing, with a break for her to tell her mom she was talking with someone on the phone.
"Oppa!" Lia yelled from the stairs halfway through his conversation, happily going down to the kitchen wearing only a silk top and a matching pair of shorts.
"Oppa?" Tzuyu scoffed with a surprised smile, quickly gawking at her phone.
"Tzuyu sunbaenim," Lia whispered, shocked, shyly waving at the phone screen.
"She knows about us. I know a few things about her in the same field. It's okay," he reassured.
"Liaya, is this guy bothering you?" Tzuyu asked with a jokingly offended tone over the phone, surprising both Jisu and Seungdae but setting the mood.
"You could say he's a pain in the ass," Lia joked, unleashing a series of scoldings for Seungdae about him always losing control when fucking people's butts, causing bursts of laughter.
"Liaya, tell me if he does something wrong! Another special someone and I can punish him if needed!" Tzuyu grinned, playfully punching her hand on camera.
"I will," Jisu giggled.
"I can't believe I'll say this," Tzuyu muttered shyly, blushing. "Baobei, I miss you!"
First shocked by her words, then frightened that her mother could be listening, and thinking that she obviously knew the meaning of 'baobei,' he panicked for a second. "I miss you too, my angel," Seungdae replied, unable to hide his smile.
"I'll let you two enjoy the night. Eat well!"
After a series of goodbyes, Seungdae turned to see Lia's agape mouth. "She's amazing, isn't she?" He scoffed, pointing to the dishes with his head.
"A part of me still thought you were bluffing about her," she admitted, picking up a couple of plates to take them to the table.
Considering it was her last night to relax as much as she wanted, Seungdae made sure to prepare one of Jisu's favorite dishes, at least according to Ryujin, as backed up by Yeji and Yuna, both of whom happily shared the information to make Lia happy.
While the ingredients at hand forced him to improvise while he talked with his lovers, he managed to serve something good enough to move her, given the team effort it represented on such short notice. With no more reason to control her portions and with a little nudge from him, Lia ate freely, cleaning the plate completely before daring to ask for another round, making him thankful he didn't spare on resources.
Tired, more from enjoying the day than from their activities together, they went upstairs and prepared to sleep.
"Need another massage?" Seungdae murmured at her right under the light sheet covering them.
"Not unless you want to carry me sleeping all the way back to Seoul," Jisu murmured, cuddling with him, taking his arm around her waist.
"Happy to do so if you want," he replied after yawning.
"You're just as tired as I am." Swayed her hips on his bulge.
"I think you are just a little less tired." He hugged her tightly, feeling his dormant cock caress her crack.
"I would not mind another load," Lia purred, guiding his hand down her blouse to her bare skin, feeling his shaft growing hard. "You wouldn't even need to take my clothes off"
"It would stretch these pretty shorts," he whispered, taking the chance to pull them down to her hips, smirking at her cooperation.
"Stretch me instead," Jisu murmured, trying to get his dick out of his pants, surprising him with the moisture of her pussy lips.
Not a single word; instead, their bodies talked.
With little effort, his glans spread her puffy cunt, sliding into her body with ease as she gasped, arching her back against him. Lia's inner warmth and slickness caressing his whole length until his manhood was fully inside of her felt like proof of how much her body needed it. Seungdae embraced her completely, capturing her in his arms while she melted, rocking her hips gently while she held on to his forearm and reached for her clit.
Both tried in mind and body to please the other, but soon, each of them focused on their own pleasure, unconsciously giving everything they needed. For Lia, security in the shape of his arms, keeping her as close to him as humanly possible; and consistency in the shape of his cock, providing a rhythm she could easily disappear in. For Seungdae, it was the craving and desire he felt through every sway of her hips and the growing force in her delicate hand, gripping onto his flesh in the same way he gripped onto one of her tits and her hip bone.
Her moans turned into whimpers, and his deep breathing turned into consistent and increasingly quicker grunts.
Seungdae reached his climax first, delivering harder and deeper thrusts into her core, shooting spurt after spurt of what Lia considered the heaviest load of the whole weekend. Perhaps because of the intimacy of their embrace, he felt his orgasm prolonging until her walls tightened around his girth for a couple of seconds, only for her whole body to shudder while she gasped a muted moan.
Neither of them stopped for a while.
Even through their sensitivity and their own selfish pursuit of pleasure, their greatest satisfaction was giving the other a memorable and rewarding climax. Their troubled breathing and almost convulsing bodies confirmed that they managed to do so, resulting in both of them chuckling amidst the end of their orgasm.
"That was…" He panted.
"Yes!" She exhaled, holding on to his arms.
"I don't… I don't think I can move," Seungdae admitted, muscles still stiffened.
"Don't," Jisu demanded, accidentally triggering another wave of pleasure after clenching her pussy. "I want you to stay inside." She smiled, closing her eyes.
Subtle, but he could feel her cunt pulsating through his shaft, from the base to his tip, failing to hold it halfway through until another round of shivers hit her body. "All night if you want," he chuckled weakly, slowly regaining control of his breathing.
She slapped the hand groping her boob before pressing it tightly, releasing a small whine. "How long do you really think you can stay here?" Lia inquired, taking his right hand to her womb to rub it.
"For real? Maybe half an hour," he murmured, getting into a slightly more comfortable position while still spooning with her, cock buried in her core.
"Want to try it?" Jisu suggested, happiness pouring through her drowsy tone.
"It'll spill," Seungdae replied, more as a reflex than anything else.
"Mhm…"
In mere minutes, both of them fell deeply asleep, and as he predicted, half an hour later, his penis slipped out of her pussy.
They woke up at the same time, thanks to Bella, who licked their faces and growled softly at them. Both giggled and smiled at each other, feeling the awkwardness of their clothes, proof of their rewarding night. After fixing their clothes and confirming nothing had spilled through the night, they enjoyed their last breakfast and shower together, calmly relishing the quiet of the countryside before packing back up and returning to the city.
"You know? Even though I would have loved to spend this weekend with my girlfriend, I'm glad and thankful you came with us," Lia smiled at him, carrying Bella in her arms while he drove.
"If planets align, I'd be delighted to do this again," Seungdae winked at her.
As pacted, he drove her all the way to her apartment, helping her with her luggage. As soon as Jisu opened the door, she was pulled inside her place along with him, hearing the door shut behind him. Confused, he admired the tender way in which Lia admired her roommate, her girlfriend.
Smiles turned into a tight hug, and that hug turned into a deep kiss.
He tried to disappear into a corner with Bella, noticing the suitcase beside him, pretending he hadn't overheard their sweet small talk about the drive, the flight, and how much they missed each other. After a little while, Jisu introduced them.
"This is weirder than I thought," the girlfriend chuckled shyly.
"I'll let you two be, don't—"
"Wait! I…" she cut him off nervously. "Thank you. You have no idea how much I wanted her to enjoy this weekend, and how much I hated not being there with her. Thank you for taking care of her."
"Any day. You've got a really special woman by your side," Seungdae winked at them. "I know my way out. You two better make the most of today, and you better kiss her right now," he winked at Jisu, watching her grin as she devilishly approached her girlfriend to hold her face and do exactly what he said.
Quietly, he walked to the door behind him and left them alone to enjoy their privacy.
Fueled by the same yearning he witnessed in Lia as she held on to her partner, he drove to Jieun's house. Despite his attempt to open the door as quietly as he could, he heard her little feet stomping rapidly towards him before seeing her bright smile and catching her mid-air to hug her tightly. They showed their love with quick, soft pecks until he took her to bed, teasing her about wearing the last t-shirt he wore before leaving with Lia. Only that t-shirt.
"I put it on after I got home because it smells like you," she pouted, clinging to his body.
"Oh, so you haven't showered yet?" he teased her, running his hands through her soft thighs.
"I showered at Wooseok's," she murmured, avoiding his eyes.
"At Wooseok's or with Wooseok?" He raised his eyebrow, pulling her even closer to him.
"Maybe with him," Jieun admitted with a naughty smirk, staring into his eyes. "Have you showered yet?"
"Yeah. With Lia before coming back," he grinned, noticing the little fire in her eyes burn brighter. "But I think we may need another shower later," Seungdae held her cheek, kissing her, right hand sliding under her only piece of clothing.
She chuckled, unbuckling his belt. "You're not getting anywhere until you fulfill your promise, Great One."
"What was it?" He shoved three fingers inside her pussy. "Reclaiming every hole of my Queen?" he grunted, pulling her by her cunt, rejoicing in her melodic moan.
"Sounds better than just fucking," Jieun nodded, biting Seungdae's lip as they offered their whole existence to each other.
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Author's notes: I know, I know, some of you were expecting something related to the pool pictures, but I had already finished this chapter when the girls started posting those.
Also, yeah, if you want to know in detail what happened to Ryujin, you can click here: Ryujin's Side Story ↺
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Yuna wasn’t one to stay still. Not since she turned twenty and realized the world wasn’t going to give her anything just for being “the good daughter.” She had moved back home after two years in student housing, and although her mother called it “temporary,” Yuna knew it was a way of saying “until you get married or die.”
But she didn’t count on him.
Juno—her mother’s new boyfriend—was younger than the previous ones. Thirty-nine, divorced, with a way of looking at her that wasn’t exactly paternal. He moved in three months after dating her mother, and since then, the house smelled of his cologne during the week, and of silence on weekends when her mother traveled for work.
Yuna noticed it from the first day: the way he lingered a second too long at the bathroom door when she came out wrapped in a towel. How his eyes slid over her waist when she bent down to take something out of the fridge.
In short, his eyes couldn’t look away from her, that gaze that said everything in just one second... that gaze full of desire and longing to do the forbidden with his current girlfriend’s daughter.
Saturday, 6:42 a.m.
The house still smelled of freshly brewed coffee and the detergent her mother used for the kitchen tiles. Outside, the sun was just peeking through, filtering through the blinds and drawing golden lines on the floor. Yuna slowly opened her eyes, feeling the weight of the duvet on her bare legs. She hadn’t put anything on to sleep: just an old cotton T-shirt that rode up to her waist when she moved, exposing her round, taut hips, and the start of her ass—the one she trained so hard at the gym, the one Juno stared at so much when he thought she wasn’t looking.
She stretched slowly. The first rays of sunlight touched her thighs, highlighting the softness of her skin, barely tanned, without a single mark. She touched her stomach, ran her fingers down to the edge of the T-shirt, feeling the warmth of her own body. And she smiled.
6:55 a.m.
She went downstairs barefoot. There was no one on the ground floor yet. Her mother had left the night before on a business trip. Two days. Just the two of them in the house.
She knew Juno got up early. He was one of those men who got up to run, to exercise, to shower, and then sit down to read the newspaper with his shirt open and his feet bare. She liked his ritual. She liked interrupting it even more.
She stopped on the last step. Juno was in the kitchen, his back turned, pouring himself coffee.
Yuna didn’t say anything. She just leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms under her chest. The T-shirt tightened slightly, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She could feel the cool air of the kitchen raising goosebumps on her nipples, how the cotton brushed her skin with every breath.
Juno turned slowly. The coffee cup in his hand, his eyes still sleepy, but when he saw her, he blinked. He stood still. He didn’t speak. He just looked at her.
She took a step closer. Then another. Her bare feet made barely any noise on the cold tiles. She stopped in front of him, close enough for him to smell her freshly awakened skin, but far enough that he couldn’t touch her yet.
—Did you run? —she asked, her voice still hoarse with sleep.
Juno nodded. He didn’t take his eyes off her mouth.
—And did you sweat a lot? —she continued, tilting her head slightly.
He swallowed. The movement was visible in his throat. She took another step closer, close enough for her nipples to almost brush his chest, but without touching him. Her hands rested on the kitchen counter, on either side of her hips. She circled him without touching him.
—You smell like exercise —she whispered, moving closer to his neck without touching it. And she smelled him. Slowly. From the hollow of his collarbone to the line of his jaw. She stopped near his ear. —I like it.
Juno closed his eyes. He clenched his fists on the counter. He didn’t move.
She took a step back. She turned, showing him her back. The T-shirt had ridden up slightly, just to where her buttocks began to curve. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She slowly bent down to open the fridge, arching her back, spreading her legs slightly. The cotton tightened over her buttocks, outlining every line, every muscle, every curve.
She stayed like that a few seconds longer than necessary. She knew he was watching her. She could feel it. The silence was thick, charged with something they didn’t dare name yet.
When she stood up, she had a glass of juice in her hand. She turned to him. Juno was still in the same place, but now his eyes were darker, wetter. He looked at her with a mix of desire and guilt, as if he had already crossed a line in his mind.
She approached him again. This time, she stopped right in front of him. She leaned forward slightly, letting the edge of her T-shirt brush his skin. Her nipples, hard and visible under the fabric, almost brushed his chest.
—Do you want to try my juice? —she asked, without parting her lips from a smile.
Juno didn’t answer. But his breathing had become heavier. She raised the glass, took a sip without taking her eyes off him. Then she licked her lower lip slowly.
—It’s very sweet —she whispered. —Do you want some?
He nodded slightly. She moved closer. She put the glass to his lips. He drank. One sip. Two. She didn’t take her hand away. Her fingers brushed his knuckles. Juno trembled slightly.
—Do you like it? —she asked.
—Yes —he replied, for the first time. His voice came out hoarse, broken.
She smiled. She took a step back. Then, without saying anything more, she turned and left the kitchen. She went upstairs slowly, letting her hips move with each step, knowing he was watching her. Knowing he wouldn’t move for a while.
She went into her room. She closed the door quietly. She leaned against it. She took a deep breath. She smiled.
Yuna spread her legs wider, sliding her fingers between the wet folds of her vagina. The heat was intense, sticky, delicious. Her clitoris was already swollen, sensitive, and every touch of her fingers sent a wave of pleasure through her spine. She pressed her lips together to keep from moaning too loudly, even though she knew Juno was downstairs, just one floor away, and the idea that he might hear her excited her even more.
She imagined him coming in without knocking, with that dark look she had seen before, the look of a man who no longer asks himself if he should, but when.
—Do you like this, you little slut? —she whispered in her mind, imitating his hoarse voice—. Do you like me seeing you like this, open, wet, thinking about my cock?
Yuna writhed against the sheet, arching her back. With one hand she continued rubbing her clitoris in circular motions, faster and faster, more precise. With the other, she slid two fingers inside her vagina, which received the entry with a small wet click. She squeezed inside, feeling her own warmth, her own tension. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted to fill herself up.
She took her fingers out, brought them to her mouth, and licked them slowly, savoring her own taste. Then she brought them back down, this time further back, to the edge of her anus, which pulsed with every beat of her heart. She brushed it with the tip of her finger, barely, and her whole body tensed. She closed her eyes, biting her lip.
—Do you want me to touch you here too, you whore? —she imagined Juno saying, while she nodded, begging him to do it.
She pressed a little harder, feeling how her anus relaxed slightly, how desire clouded her judgment. She didn’t want softness. She wanted him to use her. To see her for what she was: a bitch in heat, who masturbated thinking about her mother’s boyfriend.
She went back to her vagina, now wetter than before. She inserted three fingers, stretching, feeling how it opened for them. The pleasure was dense, deep, as if every thrust of her fingers brought her closer to the edge. But she didn’t want to finish yet. She wanted to prolong it. She wanted desire to burn her.
She got on her knees on the bed, resting her chest on the pillow, her ass in the air. With one hand she reached her clitoris from behind, with the other she supported herself on the bed. She imagined Juno was behind her, holding her buttocks, spreading them, looking at her whole body.
—Looking at you like this… it drives me crazy —she imagined him saying—. I want to break you, Yuna. I want to fill you with cum while you call my name like the little slut you are.
She moaned, louder this time. Her fingers moved faster, more precisely. She felt how her vagina contracted, how her anus pulsed with every imaginary thrust. She squeezed harder, faster, until pleasure took her by storm, like a wave that drowned her. She grabbed her buttocks with one hand, squeezing them, while her orgasm ran through her whole body, leaving her trembling, gasping, with her fingers still inside, soaking wet.
She fell on her side, her legs trembling, her chest rising and falling hard. Her skin was covered in sweat, her T-shirt stuck to her body, her mouth slightly open.
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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.
~Itzy's Yuna & Yeji (x Male Reader), 3k words, Smut, Pure bfh
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A/N:
Pure BFH. Itzy is so hot. Yeji is so hot. Yuna is so hot. Chaeryeong is so hot. So are the other 2 but they haven't posted swimwear ig posts. Can't be bothered to edit, read at your own risk.
You have to say, you're really quite proud of yourself.
No really, usually it's you that squirms at the grasp of her pussy walls, but today, Yeji's eyes roll back as you positively fuck her brains out.
"H-holy shit, what's gotten i-into you today?" she lets out between groans.
You don't answer, electing to focus on thrusting back into her.
Fuck being humble, you are giving her the works, pumping in and out of her at paces you've only dreamed of reaching.
Her back arches as you grab at her hips, keeping her still as she squirms.
Her cunt is so fucking wet on your cock, it's pure agony, Pleasure's incarnate as it draws you back in with every pump.
But you can't cum yet, not after all the times your girlfriend has milked your cock dry without her finishing. You can't go through fingering her again to completion as your spent cock flops lifelessly on your pelvis.
"I t-turned you into a good little fuck, didn't I?" she teases, but her face is anything but composed. Her chest, her perky little tits bounce with the huff and puffs of her chest.
It only eggs you on, you lean forward a bit so you're over top of her, ram her from a better angle.
Her hands jump to your back, grasping, clawing at it in pleasure. She's most definitely drawn blood with her scratches. Worth it. Especially with that look on her face, mouth hanging agape, eyes screwed up in pleasure.
You've fucked her enough to know that pace isn't the only thing that matters. There are other things to look for, and when her pussy clenches even tighter, you know to prop yourself up, opt for slower, deeper thrusts. You also know to take a thumb, reach it down to her sopping wet cunt, find that stiff little clit you and flick.
Her hands, now at her side find the bedsheets and clench, her body trembles and her pussy squeezes you so hard you almost pass out.
But you don't, you thrust triumphantly knowing this is the third time tonight you've made her cum on your cock.
She lets out a squeal, all high and hoarse as her whole body convulses.
You still adminster soft pumps until her pussy ceases its tension, then you fall back onto the bed.
She's laying there, still a little out of it, and to say your cock is throbbing would be a gross understatement. It's writhing, your balls are so full of cum the head is nearly leaking. But your stamina is waning.
"Shit, Yeji," you utter, still shocked at not only how damn hot she is, but how well you've performed tonight.
You should know better to count Yeji out.
Her cat-like eyes are back, looking at you with something that signals trouble.
She crawls over to you, body still trembling but still, she's as commanding as ever.
She crawls up between your legs, never breaking eye contact.
"Y-yeji," you moan as her mouth engulfs your tip. "Give me a minute," you say, despite the cum in your balls stirring, almost escaping as her lips suction you.
She lets it out with the softest little pop. "You've been such a good boy. Maybe I'll give you a reward."
Her spryness returns, and when she spins and positions herself, you almost cry of happiness.
She's on her knees, face planted into the sheets, eyes still turned back towards yours.
"Yej— are you serious?"
Her hands are stretching her ass cheeks to reveal her tight little asshole.
"Take my ass."
You get up shakily, still apprehensive, but when she smirks at you, bites her lip and says "take it," you oblige.
Your grab your cock, positioning it at entrance. Just feeling it on your tip is dizzying. Her body tenses as you rub it there. She nods lovingly towards you, and you push.
The tightness is overwhelming, you push past resistance until you slip in. If her cunt has the softnesss of clouds, her ass is a thunderstorm of pleasure. Every inch deeper sends a jolt of electricity, of pure pleasure right up your spine.
Your balls are nearly bursting, they urge you to go faster, but she's so damn tight that you might just break her if you do.
She's spreading her ass even further, her breath keeps catching in her mouth as she tenses.
"Ohh— oh my… god, babe!"
Hearing it doesn't help you focus. You barely bury yourself halfway before you have to slide out.
"Your asshole feels so fucking—"
"Fuck me," she huffs.
You chance going a little faster, a little deeper, and her hands leave her ass, one finding her pussy to rub again.
You must be in heaven, you must have God given strength to not have released swaths of semen into her tight little hole, and soon, through her wriggles, you bury yourself all the way into her.
It's ascending, the feeling, the pleasure. You've been sitting with it, unreleased for like, half an hour now, and you swear you can see clearer. You prop a leg up, and even that movement threatens your release, but it works to give traction to your thrusts.
She is positively ruined now, one arm limply at her side, other weakly rubbing her pussy as you rail her asshole.
Look, it's not like you're not ruined either. The ascension is gone, and you're almost blinded as you feel her cervix convulse through the walls of her ass.
You're thrusting with abandon now, revelling in your reward as with an almighty gasp she cums, knees giving out as her body goes limp.
You too give your final thrusts, leaning forward and burying yourself as deep as you can before pleasure ignites your every nerve on fire and with a deafening cry, you spurt into her ass.
It feels like it lasts a lifetime, you propped up, cock buried in her ass as it fills it with cum. It's too much, still being lodged inside of her, and when you pull out, you spurt more over her toned back. Your hands find her asscheeks, groping them as your final spurts paint them too.
You collapse beside her, gasping for air. She lazily crawls up, nesting herself in the nook of your arm.
"That was fucking, amazing Yeji."
She lets out a breath, kissing your chest in acknowledgement. The kisses climn up to your cheek, before that tone is back, not tired and spent but eager and wanting.
"Are you ready for your reward?"
"T-that wasn't the reward?"
"Oh honey," she settles right beside your ear, "that was just the start." With surprising strength she heaves the both of you up from the bed. "Put on something nice."
"Where are you taking me?" you ask as she stalks off to her wardrobe in a hurry.
She turns back wearing that picture perfect fucking smile. "Heaven."
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When she said 'heaven', you didn't expect vice and sin.
The nightclub, 'Hell's Place', booms its music, shaking you to your core. Even louder, somehow, are the heaps of fans recognizing Yeji, screaming her name, pushing past each other just for a view.
But she ignors it all, dragging you further into the club until a locked door.
"Alright, Yeji?" a staff member asks, unlocking it.
A shabby little staircase leads up to: vice and sin.
Still dragging you by the arm, the upper floor isn't loud and disorienting, it's full of important looking people doing less than important things. Even then, it's luxurious, velvet couches, black marble table tops.
Powder lins the card topped tables where men with rings and slick backed hair shout obscenities and exchange money, girls walk around in lingerie, stealing attention while quietly slipping forgotten bills into their pantyhoses.
Yeji turns, sultrous look on her face. "Welcome to Club Heaven," she smiles, dragging you further in.
"Was that… was that Chaeyoung and Mina?"
"Ahh, they're here all the time. Wanna go say hi?"
"They look a little busy." Indeed they were, Chaeyoung lay nearly upside down, hips lifted into the air so that her only contact with the couch was with her neck, and Mina's tongue was jammed so far up her asshole you were almost jealous.
Almost, because Yeji nudges you again. "Good, and you will be too."
"W-what the hell is this reward, Yej?"
Further up you go. "Wanna take a guess? It's something you've wanted even before you met me."
"Something I've wanted? A treehouse?"
"Yeah, I brought you to the underground idols hub for a treehouse," Yeji rolls her eyes. "No, it's this."
Yeji pushes a door open, and inside isn't vice or sin, you decide; it's heaven. Chaeryeong lay woozy on the couch, naked, spent, cum droobling all over her tight little frame. and next to her, a man sits, head thrown back in pleasure as a woman kneel in front of him, head bobbing up and down.
There's no pretense, no room for congratulations in this reward. Yeji simply walks over to the girl, and like the leader she is, grasps her by the hair and pushes her to you.
"Go play with him," she orders, getting to her knees in front of the other. "He deserves it."
The sight of Yeji plunging her hot little mouth onto the others thick cock almost makes you mad, almost makes you storm him with your fists, but now Yuna is in front of you, crazed look in her eye like she needs to replace the cock that was ripped from her mouth.
She does, however, seem to recognize you.
She shows you this by pouncing. So much for wearing something nice, Yuna's hands rip the trousers off your body.
"Don't pay attention to my Unnie," she huffs, pushing you back onto the couch. Your pants are off and your cock is hard for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. "You've always wanted to fuck me right?"
She wastes no time, doesn't leave room for an answer before her mouth wraps around you. The pleasure is unimaginable, the way her mouth suctions onto your tip. She lets it out, slurping up every ounce of saliva she left there.
"Wasn't I your bias before you started dating Yeji?" she says it so matter-of-factly, so confidently as her tongue slides up the underside of your length. "Yejin tells me all the time whenever she goes down on me, that you're always watching my fancams."
She's not usually like this, you've been dating Yeji for 3 years now, and everytime you hang out with Yuna, she's normal. But, when in Heaven, you reason.
Your eyes don't know what to focus on, Yeji's hair grasped by Mr. Muscles over there as he bucks up into her throat, Chaeryeong, now conscious and fingering herself as she watches, or Yuna, now taking your cock down deeper.
Okay, you folded, the way Yuna's throat closes around your cock like the perfect little sleeve is mesmerizing, not to mention how she simply refuses to break eye contact with you.
Her face as she's suctioning your cock is otherworldy, hollowed out cheeks, mouth almost springing so it stays latched to your manhood.
"You taste like Yeji-unnie," she moans, as if that fact alone gives her physical pleasure. She sits up, turning around to show her wide, oh so sexy hips. "Let's change that, shall we?"
She climbs up on the couch, legs on either side of you before lowering herself onto your waiting member.
"Nngh, shit," she moans as she takes your throbbing tip. "Yo-you feel even better than him," she gestures lazily towards Yeji and Mr. Muscles.
The sight of Yeji, now taking him doggy style eggs you on. You grab Yuna by her thick meaty thighs, positioning her so her back is leaning on your chest, and fucking pump. You pump and pump and pump into her tight little pussy as she screams in pleasure.
If Yeji's cunt is perfect, a hole molded to your cock, Yuna's is a cave waiting to be conquered. It wraps around you, her walls fighting you in places which only makes you want to pound her harder.
"Y-you feel so fucking good, Yuna."
"N-nngh, is it like y-you've always imagined?" she groans. "Does it feel as good as you thought? Fucking my tight little pussy?"
"I-it's so fucking good!"
She's barely keeping it together, you can feel the sweat of her back rub against your chest before she turns her head towards you, tongue lolled out like it doesn't know what to do and you kiss her.
It's hot and it's passionate, but it's not love, not filled with emotion like your kisses with Yeji are, and you don't know if that makes it more or less hot.
You can hear every squelch, every slap of skin on skin while you pound her, and it's almost too much for your already spent cock to handle.
You pull, cock wet with both of your juices. You lift her off of you standing up and tossing her onto the bed. She wordlessly climbs onto her knees, arms rested on the backrest, wide, breedable hips and sopping wet cunt towards you. Fuck.
She her head. "How'd you manage? I've been wanting this for so long, but Yeji's so possessive over you."
You prop one leg up onto the couch beside you, and thrust back in. You grunt, and her breath hitches.
"Nngh, fuck Yuna— I fucked her in the ass," you pound proudly. "I made her cum with my cock in her ass!"
You feel Yuna's walls tighten at the information. The slap that echoes from you pounding into her like this is louder than the club downstairs.
"H-holy shit, keep going," she strains. "Did you really? S-she only lets us fuck her ass."
Hearing this is enough to push you over the edge. Your pounding harder, and Yuna can feel it. You can tell by the way she turns excitedly, those eyes still crazed as she pushes her hips harder into you.
"That turn you on? Oh, the amount of times Lia has strapped on for her, pounding her until she's screaming."
You pump and pump.
"Not to mention Ryujin," Yuna continues through her moans. "Ryujin likes to tie our leader to the bed, fuck her ass until she's it's red and raw— nngh, just like that, fuck."
"Fuck, Yuna, I'm cumming," you groan as you attempt to pull out.
Yuna backs her hips into you as you do, and you burst into her, spilling all your hot load you thought exclusive to Yeji into her. She continues backing into you, microthrusts as you pump load after load into her.
She slowly eases off of your cock, and with a squelch, heaps of your load spills from her cunt. She collapses back onto the couch.
She eyes you, body failing after your wild night, but a look of disappointment recaptures your attention. "We're not done yet, I still haven't finished." Her fingers plunge into her pussy, pushing your juices further into her.
"H-holy shit, Yuna."
Before you can make another move Yeji is back, hands on your shoulder, pulling you into a kiss.
Yuna crosses her arms sulkily.
"I'm back," she says. "How was Yuna?"
"Good," you grunted. "And how was Mr. Muscles over there?" you gesture to the guy, who now has Chaeryeong's pussy covering his face.
"Ohh, is someone jealous?" she kisses you again. "Since when were we exclusive? He tried to fuck my ass, and well, that's only for you and the girls."
You pull her close by the hips. "Damn right it is," you plant another kiss."
"Unnie, that's all well and great, but, we weren't finished here," Yuna pouts.
Yeji drops to her knees in front of Yuna. "I think I'll be taking my boyfriend back for tonight, but I'll take care of you."
Yuna bites her lip, cheeks going scarlet.
"Do you want your Unnie to take care of you?"
Yuna uncrosses her arms as Yeji saddles up on the floor, inches away from Yuna's cunt.
"Yuna, use your words. Do you want your leader to suck the cum of her boyfriend out of your naughty little cunt?"
Yuna's facade breaks. "Yes, Unnie," she moans.
Yeji wraps her arms around Yuna's thighs, plunging her face into Yuna's cum filled cunt. The salacious sounds of Yuna, moaning all high and bratty, and Yeji, positively slurping on her fill the room, invigorating your cock once again.
Yeji, as if she knows, pushes her hips out for you.
It's a different feeling, fucking Yeji here, while she slurps your seed out of Yuna's squirming body.
It's probably better. Her tightness is mid-dizzying, and you should've known better than to compare Yuna's pussy to hers. Yeji's was simply made for you. It's pleasure beyond physical, it ignites your soul.
Yun's head is rolled back, squirming, hands flying around like she doesn't know what to do with them, from squeezing her own tits to grasping Yeji's hair.
And you pound Yeji, every thrust shoving her tongue further into Yuna until her face is a mess of Yeji's slickness, her own saliva, and your cum.
You well up whatever stamina you have left, and pound into her.
The room is a mess of moans and slaps, before Yuna, all high and unfocused, screams. She cums into Yeji, covering her face with even more liquid, and you too are approaching your limit.
You feel the familiar tightening in your pelvis, before releasing whatever semen your body can scrounge up into Yeji again. The bodies in the room are slick with sweat and cum, and you fall, no collapse back onto the floor, muscles seizing up.
You faintly see Yeji climb up to Yuna, kissing, sloppily swapping the liquids still in her mouth, and you can't help but faintly wonder if your girlfriend could win a sex marathon. It's your last thought before exhaustion takes you.
It's short lived, though, you're shaken awake and you can still see Yuna and Yeji frenching. Chaeryeong climbs atop you.
