You slam your cock deep into her tight pussy with a rough thrust, burying yourself to the hilt. The wet slap of your hips meeting her ass echoes through the hotel room as you kneel between her spread legs on the bed.
She’s completely naked beneath you. Pale, smooth skin flushed pink, small but perfect tits bouncing with every hard stroke. Her legs are bent and pulled back toward her chest, giving you full access. You grip her slim thighs tightly, fingers digging into soft flesh as you pound her without mercy, driving your thick cock in and out of her slick heat over and over.
“Fuuuck… so tight.”
You groan, eyes locked on where your shaft disappears between her glistening folds.
She’s wearing a black lace eye mask that completely covers her eyes and upper face, leaving only her pretty pink lips and delicate jaw visible. Because of it, you still can’t be 100% sure who she is. You think it’s IU, but that seems impossible. Why the hell would IU show up at your hotel room door like this?
Half an hour earlier, you had opened your door after a soft knock, expecting room service or maybe a wrong room. Instead, there she stood in the dimly lit hallway: a petite woman in a white hotel robe that barely reached mid-thigh, a black lace eye mask on her face, phone held up in one hand like she was recording. Her voice was soft, slightly shy, but direct.
“Hi… I saw you earlier at the elevator. Would you like to shoot some content with me for my OnlyFans? I’ll pay you well. No faces for you, and I’ll stay masked. Just… raw and real. Are you in?”
You barely had time to process before she let the robe slip off her shoulders, revealing her naked body underneath. The next thing you knew, the door was locked, the phone was propped up on the nightstand recording everything, and you were balls-deep inside the tightest, wettest pussy you’d ever felt.
Now you’re fucking her like your life depends on it.
You lean forward, changing the angle so your cock drags against her front wall with every thrust. She lets out a high, sweet moan that sounds exactly like IU’s voice from all the songs you’ve heard. Her hands clutch the sheets above her head, back arching hard as you rail her.
“Ahh-! Harder…Fuck me harder, please…”
You oblige, gripping her narrow waist and pounding into her with deep, brutal strokes. Her pussy squeezes around you steadily, soaking your cock and balls with her juices. The wet sounds of her cunt taking every inch fill the room.
You still can’t believe this is real. Is this actually IU? The sweet, innocent-looking national treasure of Korea? Or just some insanely hot lookalike who does secret OnlyFans work?
Either way, you don’t care right now.
You slam into her again and again, watching her tits bounce and her masked face twist in pleasure. Her mouth stays open in a constant moan, tongue occasionally darting out to wet her lips. You reach down and rub her swollen clit with your thumb while continuing to destroy her pussy. Her whole body jerks violently.
“Oh my god-! I’m-I’m cuming-!”
Her walls clamp down hard around your cock as she orgasms, pulsing and gushing around you. You keep thrusting through it. You fuck her straight through her climax until her legs shake. Her tight pussy flutters and squeezes around your cock as she rides out the waves. Her sweet moans fill the room, but you’re already feeling that familiar pressure building deep in your core. Your balls tighten, heat rushing up your spine. You spread her legs even wider, pushing her knees toward her shoulders so she’s folded almost in half beneath you. Leaning over her small frame, you start destroying her cunt with short, brutal strokes, slamming into her as deep as you can go.
“I’m close. Fuck, I’m really close…”
“Please… cum on my face. Cum all over my face… I want it. Please-”
That’s all it takes. You fuck her hard for a few more seconds, pounding her soaked pussy until you can’t hold back any longer. With a groan, you pull out of her dripping heat and quickly scoot forward on the bed. You’re no longer kneeling between her legs. You’re straddling her chest now, your slick cock hovering right above her masked face. You stroke yourself fast and hard, staring down at her. IU obediently opens her mouth wide, tongue sliding out as she makes a soft, lewd “Aaaah” sound, waiting for you like a perfect little cumslut. It feels strange for a second, cuming on a woman whose eyes you can’t even see, someone you’re not even sure is really IU. But in this moment, none of that matters. The pressure is too much.
You cum hard. Thick ropes of cum shoot across her face. The first shot lands straight into her open mouth, painting her tongue. The next splatter across her cheek and the black lace mask. More streaks land on her lips, her chin, and the bridge of her nose. You keep stroking, milking every last drop onto her pretty, masked face until you’re completely spent.
You stay there for a moment, kneeling above her chest, breathing heavily as you admire the mess you made. Her face is covered in your cum, some dripping down her cheeks, some pooling on her tongue, the white contrasting beautifully against the black lace.
IU closes her mouth and swallows audibly.
“Mmm… delicious. You taste really good…”
Without hesitation, she lifts her head slightly and wraps her soft lips around your sensitive cock, sucking you clean. Her tongue swirls gently around your shaft. She licks up every remaining drop of cum. She takes you deeper into her warm mouth, sucking softly until you’re spotless.
You groan at the gentle overstimulation, one hand instinctively resting on the top of her head as she finishes cleaning you. You expect her to stop after a minute or two. Most women would pull off once they’ve cleaned you up, maybe give you a shy smile or ask if you want to keep filming. But IU doesn’t stop. Her soft, warm mouth keeps working your sensitive cock with slow, lazy sucks. Her tongue swirls gently around your shaft, licking every inch as if she’s savoring the mixed taste of your cum and her own juices. She takes you deeper, humming softly around you, the vibrations traveling straight to your balls. To your surprise, you start getting hard again. Your cock twitches and swells inside her mouth, growing thicker against her tongue. IU makes a pleased little sound and starts sucking with more purpose, bobbing her head slowly while her lips stay wrapped tightly around you.
You stare down at her, still kneeling over her chest. The sight is filthy and surreal.
Her face is still covered in your cum, thick white streaks drying on her cheeks, dripping slowly down her jaw, and smeared across the black lace eye mask. Some of it has even gotten into her hair. Yet she continues sucking you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her tongue works tirelessly to bring you back to full hardness.
Your mind starts racing again.
Is this actually IU?
She has a concert scheduled in this city next week. You saw the posters everywhere when you checked into the hotel. The real IU would be busy with rehearsals, soundchecks, and media appearances. Why the hell would she be in a random guy’s hotel room filming OnlyFans content?
But then again… the voice. That sweet, slightly breathy tone when she moaned. The way her body feels. The petite frame and perfect pale skin. It all matches.
The mask makes sense if it really is her, a way to protect her identity while still indulging in something risky and dirty. Or maybe she just enjoys the anonymity. Plenty of girls in this line of work wear masks anyway. It doesn’t prove anything.
Still, the idea that the Lee Jieun is currently sucking your cock with your own cum still painted across her face feels completely insane.
You’re fully hard again now, your cock standing rigid between her soft lips. IU pulls back just enough to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head, then takes you deep once more, sucking greedily. She hums contentedly, as if she could happily stay like this for hours, focused entirely on your cock.
You swallow hard, heart pounding with a strange mix of lust and disbelief.
Her warm, wet mouth works you over with slow, devoted strokes, lips sliding up and down your shaft, tongue swirling around the head every time she pulls back. Even with your cum still streaked across her cheeks and black lace mask, she doesn’t seem to care.
After several long minutes of her dedicated sucking, IU finally pulls off completely. A thin string of saliva connects her lower lip to the tip of your cock for a second before it breaks. She licks her lips, tasting the mess, and tilts her masked face up toward you.
“You’re hard again already…Want to go for round two?”
You don’t even need to answer. She rolls over smoothly onto her stomach and you scoot back again. Then she pushes herself up onto her hands and knees. Her petite body looks incredible in this position: slim waist, round ass pushed back toward you, and her soaked pussy glistening between her thighs.
You move behind her quickly, kneeling on the bed. Gripping her narrow hips, you line up your throbbing cock with her tight entrance and push forward.
Her cunt swallows you completely.
“Fuck…”
You groan as you sink balls-deep into her again. She’s still incredibly wet and warm from earlier, her walls gripping you perfectly.
IU lets out a soft moan and arches her back, pushing her ass back against you.
“Mmm… yes. Just like that.”
You don’t waste any time. You start fucking her properly from behind with long, deep strokes that make her small body rock forward with every thrust. The sound of your hips slapping against her ass fills the room again, wet and lewd.
Her pussy feels even tighter in this position. It squeezes around your cock as you pound into her. You watch the way her small ass jiggles slightly with each impact. Your hands grip her hips harder for leverage as you drive deeper.
“Ahh-! Harder…”
IU whimpers, dropping her head down onto the mattress while keeping her ass up high for you.
“Fuck me harder…”
You do as she says, slamming into her with rough, powerful thrusts. The new angle lets you hit even deeper, the head of your cock brushing against that sensitive spot inside her with every stroke. Her moans grow louder, sweeter, and more desperate as you rail her from behind. Your hands slide up her back, then grip her shoulders, pulling her back onto your cock as you destroy her tight little cunt.
Your pace picks up, each thrust growing faster and more forceful. The sound of your hips slamming against her ass gets louder. Her tight pussy takes every brutal stroke, squeezing around your thick cock as you drive deeper, the quelching sounds getting louder and wetter.
“Ahh-! Yes… just like that…”
She sinks lower into the mattress under the relentless pounding. Her back arches beautifully, pushing her ass higher for you while her upper body collapses forward. Her arms tremble and give out, no longer able to hold her up. She drops from her hands down onto her forearms, elbows digging into the sheets as she tries to stay in position.
You don’t slow down though. You keep pounding her dripping cunt with raw power, watching her petite body jolt forward with every deep thrust. Her small tits press into the mattress, nipples rubbing against the sheets as she rocks helplessly.
Another few hard strokes and she sinks even further. IU’s face drops down completely, forehead and cheeks pressed into the mattress. Her arms go limp, lying uselessly beside her head like she can’t even control them anymore. She’s no longer on all fours. She’s face-down, ass-up, completely surrendered to your cock.
You lean over her, one hand pressing down between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned while your other hand grips her waist. You fuck her like that. With animalistic strokes that make her soaked pussy squelch and spasm around you.
Her moans are muffled by the mattress now, turning into desperate, broken whimpers the longer you use her.
“Mmmph-! Hah-!”
The new angle lets you hit even deeper inside her. Her walls flutter and clench around your cock as you destroy her from behind, her entire body shaking under the force of your pounding. Her ass jiggles with every impact, her pussy creaming all over your shaft.
You keep railing her like this, while IU lies there face-down, arms limp beside her, taking every inch like the perfect little slut she is right now.
You use her like a personal fleshlight. Your grip on her hips is bruising as you slam into her soaked pussy with long, savage strokes. You pull her back onto your cock just as hard as you thrust forward. The wet, filthy sounds of her cunt squelching around your thick shaft fill the entire room. Every thrust makes her petite body jolt forward, her face still buried in the mattress.
IU’s moans grow louder, turning into desperate, broken cries that are half-muffled by the sheets.
“Ahh-! Fuck-! So good…!”
Suddenly her voice cracks with need.
“Pull my hair… please-! Pull my hair hard-!”
You don’t hesitate. You reach forward, grab a thick fistful of her soft dark hair, and yank her head back sharply. IU hisses loudly through her teeth from the pain, but her pussy clenches violently around your cock at the same time, gushing fresh wetness down your shaft. You pull her upper body off the mattress until she’s forced back into that perfect arched position. Her ass is high in the air, back curved deeply, head yanked back by your hand in her hair. Her arms hang uselessly at her sides. The black lace mask stays firmly in place, but you can see the way her mouth hangs open in pure bliss, tongue slightly out.
You keep fucking her like this, using her hair like reins while you destroy her cunt. Each powerful thrust makes her small body rock forward only to be yanked back onto your cock by the grip on her hair.
“Yes-! Yes-! Like that-! Harder… please fuck me harder…! Don’t stop…!”
She’s completely lost in it now, shamelessly begging while you rail her from behind. Her pussy flutters and squeezes around you in a distinct pattern, getting wetter and tighter with every stroke. You can feel her getting dangerously close again, her thighs shaking, her back arching even more desperately into your hold.
You keep pounding her dripping twat without mercy, hair wrapped tightly around your fist, using her like your own personal toy as another powerful orgasm builds rapidly inside her. Your other hand slides from her slim waist down between her legs. Your fingers find her swollen, slippery clit and start rubbing tight, fast circles over it.
IU’s moans turn into sharp, desperate screams.
“Ahh-! Fuck-! Right th-there-! Don’t stop-!”
Her whole body starts trembling like crazy. Her pussy clenches and flutters madly around your cock, getting impossibly tighter, making it harder for you to fuck her with full force. You keep rubbing her clit faster, trying to pound her harder, refusing to slow down even for a second.
Then she breaks.
IU cums hard with a loud, broken cry. Her entire body convulses as a powerful orgasm rips through her. To your shock, she actually squirts. A hot rush of clear fluid gushes out around your cock, soaking your thighs, her ass, and the sheets beneath her. The force of it pushes your cock completely out of her spasming pussy.
You stare down in disbelief, breathing hard.
“Holy shit.”
You just made IU - or at least a girl who looks and sounds exactly like her - cum twice on your cock… and now she’s squirting all over your hotel bed. Her petite body shakes and quivers nonstop, legs twitching, back still arched from your grip on her hair. She lets out a long, broken whimper before finally collapsing flat onto her stomach, completely spent. Her arms lie limp beside her head, ass still slightly raised, her soaked pussy visibly pulsing and dripping.
You kneel there for a moment, your cock rock-hard and glistening with her juices, just watching her twitch and recover.
Then the hunger takes over again. You move closer, grab your slick cock, and line it up with her dripping entrance once more. Without waiting, you push forward and thrust back inside her.
IU gasps sharply. Her body jerks as you fill her again.
You immediately resume pounding her, fucking her into the mattress while she’s still trying to catch her breath from that shattering orgasm. Her pussy is even wetter now. It’s hot and sloppy from her squirt, making every thrust sound way louder.
She whimpers weakly beneath you, barely able to string different words together.
“W-wait… I just… ahh-!”
But you don’t slow down. You grip her hips and keep railing her soaked cunt. You chase your own pleasure while she lies there, helplessly taking it. Your hips snap forward harder and faster, slamming into IU’s soaked pussy with punishing strokes. You grip her hips tightly, pulling her back onto you with every thrust while she lies face-down beneath you.
“I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum in your pussy-”
IU’s voice cracks with lust.
“Yes-! Please cum inside me!”
She begs, pushing her ass back against you.
“Breed me… fill me up… pump your cum deep in my womb, please-!”
You bury yourself as deep as you can go…and explode.
Thick, heavy ropes of cum flood her pussy. They paint her insides as your cock pulses again and again. You groan, grinding against her ass while you empty every drop into her. The sensation of pumping your load straight into her tight, twitching cunt is mind-blowing. You stay buried deep inside her for a long moment, savoring the warmth and the way her walls flutter around you, milking every last spurt. Only when your orgasm finally fades do you slowly pull out.
A thick glob of your cum immediately leaks from her freshly fucked pussy, dripping down her thighs onto the ruined sheets. You sit back on your heels, breathing hard, staring at the mess you made. Your cum is still drying on her masked face and now leaking steadily from her pussy. The disbelief hits you all over again.
Did I really just fuck IU and creampie her? Twice?
You decide right then not to ask. If she says she isn’t IU, the fantasy will shatter. Keeping the illusion alive feels way hotter.
IU reaches weakly for her phone on the nightstand and stops the recording. She turns halfway onto her side. She looks at you with a tired but satisfied smile.
“Wow… that was amazing.”
She says with a pleased laugh.
“You really know how to fuck. Best content I’ve shot in a long time.”
You chat for a couple of minutes. Small talk about how good it felt, how wet she got, how hard she came. Then she bites her lip.
“I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime… on camera or off.”
Your heart jumps. She holds out her phone to you.
“Put your number in.”
You quickly type it in. Your fingers shake. She takes the phone back, then slowly gets up on shaky legs. She grabs the white hotel robe from the floor and slips it on, tying it loosely around her waist.
“Mmm… I can feel your cum running down my legs already.”
She says with a playful grin, shifting her thighs.
“I should probably shower.”
You smirk.
“Want some company?”
IU laughs and shakes her head.
“No thank you… I’m gonna need some time to recover after that pounding you gave me.”
She walks over to the door, still a little unsteady on her feet. Before she leaves, she turns back one last time.
“Thanks again. I’ll text you.”
You manage to hide your disappointment as she slips out into the hallway. The door clicks shut behind her.
You sit there alone in your hotel room, still naked, cock covered in her juices, staring at the messy bed.
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Aware of the consequences, IU postpones an integral part of her ambassador contract with Gucci. Months later, she must prove her word and carry out her part of the bargain, interests included.
September 15th, 2022
"I want all the female crew to shine in this part. We can have the women singing the 'Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh' while they dance to close the…"
"Jieunah, they're calling now." Manager Hanteo whispered in IU's ear, causing her to grimace and sigh. She nodded and followed him to a closed area, away from all the staff. "Are you sure about this?"
"Do I look sure?" She replied and threatened him with her eyes when she saw his lips about to move. "It's not you they'll fuck," she added, entering an empty room.
"Why are you postponing this one?" He wondered earnestly, showing his concern.
"Look, if things go as expected, I would have already asked a lot from Jongsuk." She shook her head, pursing her lips. "I wouldn't like to push him any further. Postponing this would put me on good terms with him and make whatever comes next easier for everyone." Jieun had no filter with Hanteo. The stress she had added to herself by suggesting to her boyfriend a big sex party to celebrate The Golden Hour, and telling him the truth about her and Seungdae, her lifelong friend and lover, was palpable.
Still, her manager was confused, given the countless servicing sessions in the past and the few ones she already had with Gucci over the last couple of years.
She sighed. "If things don't go as expected, my relationship will be over. Being fucked senseless after being dumped during or after the party would break me down even more." She knew herself too well. Sex, particularly with her lovers, had become an extension of her happiness, but when she was sad or depressed, sex with strangers only made things worse. "Either way, it's the best option."
The call was complicated. IU was to be one of the post-event attractions for the sponsors and investors at the Gucci Twinsburg S/S 2023 Fashion Show in Milan, just five days after The Golden Hour concerts. Refusing to play her part required rearranging staff and other servers' schedules for the night, cost money and trust on both sides, and damaged the brand's reputation.
Drawing on her best-actress skills, she kept herself collected and flirty to secure a new arrangement for herself. One that would keep the brand and the investors happy, and one that would allow her to maintain her status as one of Gucci's global ambassadors. Since international brands avoid paperwork for these matters, both sides had to trust each other to keep their promises.
"You know there's no such thing as 'the main attraction' for those kinds of events, right?" Hanteo voiced after they finished, taking her back where she found her.
"I guess there will be now," she shrugged, accepting the fate she had locked herself in.
The concert was a success in every aspect. Surprisingly for her, even though the sex party with Jongsuk and his lifelong friend was not precisely the orgy she originally wanted, the night was fulfilling in several ways, and just as successful as her concerts. Not only had she managed to get fucked by her two men, but they became friends. In a way, they were in an arrangement where she might as well say she's got two boyfriends.
Her men got so invested in the party that neither of them even remembered the upcoming Fashion Show. As much as Jieun enjoyed their frightened realization, she didn't extend their torture. Calmly, she explained the situation in the best way possible, clarifying that she would not have to do anything sexual in Milan, but hiding the possible consequences she would need to experience in the future. Seungdae's face, however, confirmed he already had an idea.
The actual Fashion Show went smoothly for her. They had a photo session in several stunning outfits, but the actual fit for the show was perfect, letting investors and sponsors know she was not on the menu that day. With no post-event activities, she was surprised at how quickly it all ended.
Before she left, the main Gucci representative reminded her of the weight her word carried and the negative impact of failing to uphold her part of the deal. She scoffed with a cocky smirk on her face. "Have I disappointed you before?" She asked him, bringing a smile to his face as they parted ways.
Months went by, and her relationship with Seungdae and Jongsuk grew stronger each day, just as the friendship between the two men did.
Finally, the day to explain everything about her Gucci deal had arrived.
"So I told them I could not do it then, and since the next event was going to be in Korea anyway, they said they would make some arrangements to 'celebrate my birthday' or something like that," she giggled, forcing a smile on her face, eyes going from one man to the other.
"Fuck," her friend sighed, closing his eyes and running his hands through his hair.
Jongsuk understood that reaction meant only one thing. "Shit," he let out, collapsing on the couch where Jieun was.
"Why didn't you tell us? We would have understood and saved you whatever the fuck they'll do to you," Seungdae exclaimed in a collected voice, walking through the living room from one side to the other.
"Both of us would have agreed to that," Jongsuk sighed, throwing his head back.
"You, I believe you," she stated, pointing at Seungdae before turning to her boyfriend with a deathly stare. "You don't say anything else. People still tease me because you made me cry at my party." Jieun's lips remained parted, showing her teeth.
"Princess, the three of us were too focused on the concert and the party," her friend interveened, trying to appease the waters. "Our priority those days was to make you happy and try not to kill each other. It was the first time either of us had ever really shared you in person," he added.
Jieun exhaled deeply, deflating on the couch. "I know… I just didn't want to add any more chaos to the whole thing."
"We know," both men said in unison.
"This is happening in Korea, which will make it easy for us to be there for you, and we still have time to prepare mentally," Jongsuk nodded, using a comforting tone. "You said the event was near your birthday, right? When exactly?"
She shrank even more on the couch, pulling a small cushion to cover her face. "May 16th." Her voice was barely audible, but their reactions were not, particularly Jongsuk's. Whatever remnants of denial he still had disappeared in an instant.
"This was going to be her first birthday with you, right?" Seungdae asked the actor, who gave a defeated nod. "Look, I know you and I had talked about teaming up and preparing something for her, but with the event at hand, she won't have time for both of us."
His words were a fact; the pair of celebrities knew it. She stared at her beloved friend, eyes screaming for help. After learning the true depth of Seungdae's relationship with Jieun, Jongsuk knew to pay full attention to whatever point he was trying to make if the topic was his girlfriend.
"Look, man. Spend the previous night with her and help her get ready before Mr. Park comes to pick her up for this thing." Both of their faces showed their concern about him. "I've spent god knows how many birthdays with her, and I'm sure I'll get more in the future. But I have helped her recover from most of her servicing sessions for years. Whatever you're picturing," he spoke directly to Jongsuk," trust me, it's not the same watching her at the end of one of those videos than seeing her in person when she gets back home."
Jieun gulped, remembering every time he welcomed her, no matter how physically or emotionally broken she arrived. She turned to see her boyfriend's paling face. "It's okay. You two can team up another time, but as long as you help me prepare for it, I'll be more than happy and thankful," she reassured him, reaching for his hand as he nodded.
"We got a plan, then," Seungdae smiled at the couple.
May 15th, 2023
As pacted, Jieun spent the eve of her birthday with her boyfriend. He did everything in his power to make her laugh, blush, and overall, have a great day. Considering the physical preparations for the following day, she had a very light dinner before going to bed with Jongsuk.
Honouring her default pet name within the throuple, he treated her like a princess, worshipping every part of her body before making love to her until they fell asleep in each other's embrace.
The following morning, she woke up way later than usual, not only because she'd need all the energy she could get, but mainly because it was her day. Not so surprisingly, as soon as she scrunched her nose, Jongsuk sang Happy Birthday to her, congratulating her for another year well lived, and giving her his best wishes for the one to come. Seungdae, however, limited himself to a quick call to congratulate her and ensure he'll be there when she returns to her apartment.
With the life of an idol and a plethora of servicing sessions backing her up, she knew her ritual for a draining day. First, a light breakfast; even if she's not one for physically demanding choreographies, her body had learnt to make the most out of the minimum. Sadly for IU, since an early investor paid for her to get laser hair removal, a common but well remunerated request for petite idols, there was no need for her to get her pubis trimmed or waxed anymore.
The rest of the ritual, even with brands as big as Gucci, included a profound shower and cleaning her ass with an enema. After the internal cleanup, having her boyfriend there escalated that shower to another round of sex. Despite the requirement of having her pussy free of any cum for the event, she insisted that Jongsuk fill her womb again.
"Let them think they were the first of today," she giggled moments before his warmth flooded her insides. Clenching tightly, Jieun cleaned her folds, leaving her vulva exactly how they requested it.
After another hour, her bodyguard arrived and took her to the Gyeongbokgung Palace, where the Gucci Seoul Cruise 2024 Fashion Show would take place. While the actual show was scheduled to start at night, she and the other guests, ambassadors or otherwise, had to arrive earlier for a proper fitting and a few photo sessions.
"Fuck," Jieun murmured as soon as the staff helping her get into her outfit suddenly left, leaving her naked from the waist up, save for some pasties to hide her nipples. She sighed and put on a smile to face the same representative she had made the deal with. "I thought you'd find me as soon as I stepped into the palace," IU smirked at him, standing proud of her body.
He scoffed, scanning her completely. "You are not the only one on my list today. Although certainly, you're the most important this time," he grinned, approaching her. "Final outfit, right?" He asked, looking for something in his jacket.
Jieun felt his knee pressing between her legs. Obediently, she opened them, raising her hips for him to lift her skirt. "Yes," she scoffed as he pulled her panties down her legs.
"You won't be needing these for the rest of the night," he whispered, taking them to his nose to inhale her musk, ogling at IU's furious eyes. "We missed you last year." He took her panties to the inner pocket of his jacket, taking out a Lush vibrator. "Come find us if the battery runs out," he winked at her, running the vibrator through her folds and shoving it into IU's cunt. "We'll know if that happens," he added, turning it on and brushing her clit with his middle finger.
"Is that all?" She giggled at the persistent buzzing in her walls.
"Why? You want to start early?" The rep leaned towards her face, taking the liberty to grab one of her firm tits.
"I'd rather save as much as I can for the main show," IU smiled widely, showing her teeth.
"We'll see if you can bear it," he whispered in her mouth, licking her soft lips.
IU chased his mouth to kiss him before biting him softly, chuckling as he stepped back. "You'd better be a challenge and not just another slippery event," she replied flirtily.
"Can't wait to find out." He smiled, reaching for his pocket. "Get dressed, doll. I'll see you soon," he concluded, walking away while the vibrations on the idol's cunt increased just a bit more.
She bit her lips, contemplating her bald pussy and the pink antenna between her legs. Jieun tried to ignore the toy inside of her, getting almost fully dressed before the staff returned to fix her hair and makeup.
After finishing her photoshoot, she was surprised to find Hanni lurking behind some flowers. Smiling warmly, IU approached her hoobae, complimenting her looks but mostly to check whether she was feeling well about the post-event activities scheduled for her.
"To be honest, I'm a bit surprised," Hanni replied softly. "I thought they'd arrange something for me since I'm already of age overseas, but they said they'll wait for next year," she pouted, shrugging at the idol.
IU smirked. "That's a relief, isn't it?"
"Yes," she admitted. "I'm still getting used to this side of things."
"Oh, my… Let me know if you need anything, alright?" Jieun pouted, leaning a bit toward her face.
"Thank you," Hanni giggled shyly. "What about you, sunbaenim?"
"Oh, I'll find out later," IU laughed confidently, winking at the young girl.
A little after her brief conversation with Hanni, Jieun moved through the Palace, admiring the scenery and the final preparations as everyone got ready for the Fashion Show.
"I guess I should thank you in some way," she heard a masculine voice say behind her, startling her.
"Aish!" She weakly hit Kai's shoulder.
"Getting mentally ready?" He asked.
"I have no idea what they'll do to me tonight. Not much I can prepare to," she replied.
"IU: The first main attraction for the hidden event behind the event," he chuckled. "I hope whatever move cornered you to do this was worth it."
Jieun smirked, nodding at him. "Every bit of it. Are you ready for your share of tonight?"
"Same as always, I guess. It's really just part of the job at this point." Resignation. For male idols, the outcome of servicing in any way could mean having a blast or becoming numb to sex. Kai, being the performer that he is, could push through the numbness and deliver a good show. While some ambassadors could select their clientele, idols usually had no choice but to serve the investors assigned to them.
"If it's worth something, you can come find me if you need to release some frustration or even anger." Jieun's words were no means of flirtation, but rather comfort. "I can take it," she added with a wink and a smile.
He laughed. "As tempting as the offer is, I don't think I'll have the mental energy to even try it. You've already lightened the load for Shin Mina and me, especially for Hanni. Plus, I'll have Jay Park going crazy in the same hall." The rapper was the opposite of Kai when it came to servicing; he loved it and was often down for any crazy request, which earned him the title of ambassador. "Maybe if we meet at another event?"
She rolled her eyes with a playful smirk. "Hmmm, I'll have to consid—" IU moaned loudly at the sudden strong vibrations, tightening her whole body.
"Remote or something?" Kai chuckled.
"Y-Yes," she laughed angrily, while the toy lowered its intensity. "We have to go," Jieun exhaled, shaking her head after finding the Gucci representative contemplating the idols from afar.
By the time they returned to the main area, everything was ready to start, and the ambassadors reunited with the guests. Some idols, like Ryujin, attend solely for business; others, like Winter, go to review their options in hopes of finding a deal that best suits their career and desires. For others like Bibi or Leeseo, it was a night to enjoy themselves; if the opportunity to become an ambassador came knocking, they would welcome it.
20:00 hrs. The event started, and in just one hour, it was over. The entire group of attendees moved to a nearby building for the after-party.
As soon as IU arrived, the rep found her and took her to a bathroom. Calmly, she watched him pull up her skirt and take the vibrator directly into his mouth, sucking it purposefully. She grinned and bit her lower lip, remembering the heavy load of cum her boyfriend had deposited in her pussy hours ago.
"Delicious," he voiced, staring directly in her devilish eyes.
"I bet you want more of that," IU purred, taking his hand to her drenched folds. He fingered her for a moment before taking his digits to his mouth, ignoring the fact that her juices were mixed with her boyfriend's jizz. After savoring them, he shoved them into the idol's mouth for her to lick them clean. More than willingly, she enjoyed her own flavor, still mixed with a bit of Jongsuk's taste.
"It should last until midnight." The representative showed her a new vibrator. The same model as the other one, but fully charged. Her wet vulva allowed for a deep and smooth insertion into IU's cunt before he turned it on.
"Predictable," she smirked, enjoying the vibrations, now synced with the loud music of the building.
"11:30."
"I'll see you there." Jieun laughed as soon as the door closed, taking a moment to adjust to the new, sometimes abrupt vibrations in her core. Trying to appear as collected as she could, she went back to the party to enjoy her birthday.
Throughout the night, she ran into an acquaintance she first met three years earlier at another Gucci event: Thai actress Davika Hoorne, who also shares her birthday. Through the strenuous music, they managed to congratulate each other and even record a quick video in which IU, a bit more carefree because of the hidden gadget in her pussy, dared to kiss her on the cheek. Almost screaming, Davika asked her to accompany her to the post-event activities.
"I'm already booked!" IU replied loudly, pouting.
"I'll look for you, alright?" The Thai actress assured her, pinching her cheeks.
"I know you'll find me," Jieun laughed, blushing thanks to the DJ increasing the music's tempo.
Admittedly, keeping her focus and balance throughout the party was hard. Everyone in the room felt the music vibrating through their bodies thanks to the loudspeakers, which had already earned Gucci repeated complaints about noise pollution. IU, however, got to enjoy it way more than the rest.
Two hours of hidden vibrations amidst socializing and occasional dancing had her on the edge of her climax. Kai's unexpected touch, softly pressing her waist from behind, caught her off guard, releasing a small orgasm while people surrounded her.
"I didn't know I was that good," he chuckled at her contained whimper, feeling her nails dig into his forearm and watching her try to control the shivering of her lower body until she grinned at him, panting and shaking her head. "We've got to go," he told her, offering his arm.
IU maintained her best face as they went downstairs, even though she felt her juices running down her thighs.
On the way back to the Palace, she shared her ride with Shin Mina. Still under the effect of her orgasm, Jieun got captivated by the actress's slightly mature features.
"Nervous?"
Her words pulled IU back to reality, making Mina chuckle. "Just a bit," the idol replied. "More so because of your beauty than what we'll be doing in a bit," she admitted, trying to control her blushing.
"Aaah! Stop it! You are the prettiest today. If I finish in time, I may go see you."
Jieun pouted with a sad face. "I wanted to see you."
The actress extended her hand and smiled, causing IU to hand her phone immediately. "If the opportunity arises, call me. As long as I get to see all of you again," she winked, saving her contact.
Upon arrival, each ambassador was escorted to their designated areas. Shin Mina was taken to the Jagyeongjeon Hall to serve a few more mature gentlemen who prefer a more private setting. Kai and Jay Park went to the Gyotaejeon Hall, first to serve the few female investors who wanted something cleaner, then to the other investors who care not for such things. Hanni, along with her Private Affairs Manager, was sent to the Hyangwonjeong Pavilion to 'enjoy with her surroundings' while they briefed her on the arrangements for the following year. IU, being the star of the night, stayed at the Gangnyeongjeon Hall.
Every historical area was protected with waterproof layers, and cushioned mats were added to prevent injury to the ambassadors. With no clear estimate of how many people could endanger the area, IU's session was to be held on the stone terrace of the Gangnyeongjeon Hall, with the interiors reserved solely for her preparations, making it easier for everyone to witness.
As soon as she went inside, she was stripped of her clothes by three men. She cooperated, standing proud of her body, pretending her nipples didn't hurt when they pulled the pasties covering her clear nubs.
The main Gucci representative got to her, quickly running his fingers through her thighs and her folds, collecting her nectar and taking it to his mouth. "You could get rich if you sell this as a beverage," he joked.
"I'm already richer than you," she stated proudly.
"And yet," he pulled the Lush vibrator from her cunt and forced it into her mouth. "You are here to be used by us."
IU sucked the toy diligently until he took it out of her lips. "Who says it's not the other way around?" She scoffed as three fingers entered her slippery pussy.
"Either way, we're all going to have a blast with you." He smiled, hearing her moans as his fingers moved freely inside her slippery core. "Did you miss us as well?"
"Maybe just a bit," Jieun admitted, hearing the other men carry a metal structure. A simple but sturdy frame made to withstand hard movements. On each side, a stand for her heels, so small and apart from each other that it would leave her toes in the air and keep her legs spread. The upper part included a short chain and a pair of cushioned handcuffs. If she were to fall from those little stands, her whole weight would rest on her wrists.
"You'll let me free after a bit, right?" She asked cutely, clenching her walls around his digits.
"Of course. You're a much better cumslut when you're free." His words made her eye twitch. "But we have to present you properly." He extended his hand and guided her to the frame, helping her to stand on it while two men secured her wrists with handcuffs. Once ready, the rep left her to find her own balance for a bit, then returned with a box in front of her. "You didn't think you'd just be standing here, did you?"
"It would've been too boring," IU smirked, feeling her heart pounding when he revealed the chains in the box.
A metallic anal plug, four centimeters in diameter at its thickest, three at the slimmest part, and a short chain on its base. He walked behind her. "Please," he requested, and the idol arched her back, relaxing her buttcheeks to present her pink wrinkled hole.
The cold metal made her flinch as it rubbed her wet slit, taking her juices to lubricate it before he shoved it up her ass, making her whimper in a high pitch.
"Most women would have screamed in pain for that."
"Am I most women?" She grinned, turning to see his face, as she felt the weight of the plug pushing it out of her rectum.
"Clearly not." He spanked her bum before taking three pairs of clamps with rings on their ends.
She frowned in confusion, but her curiosity shut her lips. Jieun focused on the way he grabbed her firm breasts, taking his time to massage them from their base to her nipples, ensuring these would be fully erect for the clamps before putting them on her nubs, tightening them until her humming became a hiss to tighten them one bit more.
"Spread them."
'Fuck,' she thought, understanding where the other pairs would go. Still, she obeyed, knowing it was the only way to know his full plan. Her arms stretched, lowering her body so her legs could open in the frame. The man knelt and kissed her bald pussy, taking a precise lick on her clit. She moaned, realizing how sensitive she was after having those vibrators inside of her for so long.
"Such a beautiful cunt." He secured a clamp on each inner and outer lip, the latter, as close to her clit as her flesh allowed. He kept on tightening them until she whined and panted.
IU chuckled in disbelief when he pulled the chains from the box. She kept her pose, and the man linked the clamps on her outer lips to the anal plug.
He added another set of chains to the clamps on her nipples, weighting her tits down as they hung loosely, and repeated the action with the clamps on her inner lips. Lastly, the final object of the box: A metal ball of little under five centimeters in diameter with a short chain welded to it.
"Sir, people are already waiting."
"I wonder if you'll be able to clench your cunt after trying to keep this inside you. Hold on tight." He signaled the men to take her to the stone terrace, carrying the whole metal frame with her on it. She grunted as the chains rattled against her skin, and she battled to stay over tiny stands.
"Two minutes!" He yelled. "Do you know how much this weighs?" The rep whispered, watching her lustful eyes as she shook her head. "About four hundred grams. Maybe half a kilo with the chains. Open for me," he ordered her.
Doubtful and already shaking, she obeyed again. He hooked the chains hanging from her nipples and inner lips to the ball, and lastly to the anal plug.
"Relax." He shoved two fingers into her tight pussy, then three, then four, until her folds loosened when someone held the anal plug in place. "Atta girl. Let's not keep them waiting, okay?"
The cold metal of the ball made her clench in an instant, but she quickly relaxed her muscles. Breathing heavily, she focused on the ball, stretching her walls to accommodate its thick diameter. The moment her cunt managed to expand to take the ball, it swallowed it whole, causing her to yelp as it accidentally pushed the anal plug completely into her ass.
"That wasn't planned," he chuckled, staring at her face, clearly struggling to adapt to the objects inside of her. He pushed the ball as deep into her core as he could, and kept it there with his fingers. Carefully, he pulled the chain from her butt, trying to remove the plug.
She cried. The plug was deeper in her rectum than the ball, which served as a blocker. If one moved, the other moved.
They locked eyes. Her distress was evident. Grinning, he stood up to kiss her; something she reciprocated hungrily. "Now, let's play." He kissed her one last time, enjoying her bite on his lower lip before they covered her with a white silk blanket.
Jieun chuckled, trying to keep her legs closed to maintain the ball inside of her, quickly noticing that, as much as she tried, there was no stopping the chain reaction its fall would cause. She heard movement around her. Murmurs, laughs, and impressed reactions.
A microphone turned on.
"Welcome. Welcome, everyone," the representative started. "Some of the Milan participants may remember the change of plans from last time after one of our Ambassadors withdrew her participation. Today, she's proven her word is probably more valuable than gold." His hand moved through her tits and her belly. "Normally, our Ambassadors serve a specific set of sponsors. However, our precious ambassador behind me agreed to be the star of the night as a test of her compromise. Gentlemen… Ladies. The nation's sweetheart: IU."
He pulled the blanket, revealing the idol standing proudly with perfect posture, relying on her arms to stay in place while her core did its best to hide the effort required to keep the heavy ball from falling. The cold breeze, the lights pointing at her, the awe in their voices, the tens of eyes scanning her naked body; it all made her cunt drip in her own juices.
"Beautiful, I know," the rep whispered into the microphone. "As you can see, we've taken the liberty of making this more interesting for all. Men, women, make a line. Whoever makes her drop her toys gets to use her first. Yes, you can go in groups of up to three. And no, you can not pull any of the chains or clamps."
The crowd moved in an instant. Everybody knew better than to fight for a place; any damage to other guests, the infrastructure, or the ambassadors would result in a ban from future shows by Gucci or any other brand.
"You love their attention, don't you?" The representative murmured to IU, brushing her hairless pubis with the back of his finger.
"What do you think?" She smirked, rejoicing in their lust.
"IU, what holes can they use?" He said on the microphone.
"Any," she scoffed. The crowd celebrated.
"Raw, or with a condom?" The man knew how to carry the audience.
She played along, grimacing. "Raw!" She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. People cheered.
"Where can they cum, dear?"
"As long as it's in or on me, wherever they want." IU smiled proudly, perfectly hiding the struggle that she was under.
"You heard her. But first, let's get those things out of you. You've got thirty seconds." He pointed to the first person on the line.
He ran towards her, instantly going for a kiss. She followed along, while his hands ran through her body, squeezing her flesh until his fingers slid through her folds, releasing a moan that made them lock eyes as he touched the metal ball inside her, shocking him with the weight he felt with his digits.
She grinned at the man, and a whistle marked the end of his turn. Satisfied for now and more eager to get his cock inside of her, he stepped down from the stone terrace, allowing the next men to go.
One man, two guys, another loner, and a group of three. One went for her tits, kissing her tummy and her bald pussy. It was clear he had no intention of winning; he just wanted to worship her. He finished with a kiss that IU herself requested. The pair of men went for her neck and ears, making her smile and squirm until they got lower to her clavicles and surprised her by going for her armpits.
"What?" She exclaimed, unaccustomed to the sensation and surprised by how sensitive her pits were. It was hard, but Jieun endured it until the whistle blew.
The loner was more aggressive. He shoved his tongue in her mouth before walking behind her to lick her tightened puckered hole as it hugged the chain, repeatedly spanking her ass loud enough for everyone to hear. Close call, but she managed to keep the ball inside her cunt.
Luckily for her, the group of three were worshipers as well. Each took a moment to kiss her. Two of them knelt to take advantage of the frame and lick her toes while the other kissed her navel and lower belly. She liked the sensation. Their care reminded her of two lovers.
End of their turn. "You'd look fantastic with a baby in that womb," one of them said.
"Maybe you can put one in me tonight," she purred, half joking, half serious. She found the risk of getting knocked up arousing, even if she was on the pill.
With the guys leaving, she tried to focus on the next person, already walking through the blinding lights. Confused at first by the silhouette, she giggled when she recognized her.
"They told me I could get in line for whatever hall I wanted. I was looking for you so we could go together," Davika pouted, holding IU by the waist.
"I told you you'd find me," she chuckled nervously.
"Gentlemen," the representative spoke on the mic. "The two women in front of you are celebrating their birthdays tonight. I am sure there would be no complaints if we skip the thirty-second rule this one time." Indeed, no complaints, only cheers.
"I thought as an ambassador you'd get privileges on your birthday, not this," Davika scanned IU's body and her accessories.
"Who says I didn't ask for this?" Jieun grunted, fighting to keep the heavy ball inside. "Why do you think they pushed this for our birthday?" She grinned, finding the actress’s amazed eyes adorable. "It's going better than I expected," IU added in her sweetest voice.
"You're crazy," Davika giggled.
"And you're taking too long."
With a scoff, the Thai woman leaned to kiss IU on the lips. Both chuckled, showing their lust for one another through their tongues.
For Jieun, there was something about a woman’s kiss that weakened her mind and body. The delicacy, the unspoken understanding, or just the striking beauty; whatever it was, she loved it.
Davika felt the same way, along with curiosity about the depravity hiding behind that innocent face. Her hands wandered through IU’s milky skin, starting with her firm tits, quickly finding frustration thanks to the clamps limiting her grip. Determined to have her in full, her digits ran down Jieun’s soft midriff and between her legs.
“No!” The idol gasped, biting Davika’s tongue.
“Sorry. You’re just too damn adorable,” the actress replied, getting a thick strand of IU’s nectar between her digits. “Are you close?”
Jieun struggled to stare at the Thai woman. Her core was exhausted, and her walls kept on lubricating. “Y-yes.” She replied as Davika’s fingers slid into her tightened cunt.
“Are you scared?” She murmured in her lips.
The whole world had disappeared for a moment. So much clenching had her on edge, and her fingers moving so smoothly inside her wet pussy pushed her further into her orgasm. Her response was nothing more than a pleading moan.
“But you want it, don’t you?”
“Mhmmmg!” Jieun begged, watching Davika take a step back and to the side. The actress said nothing else. She simply caressed IU’s folds and delicately rubbed her clit.
Dread, a loud moan, a grunt, and a muted cry. Just half a second of her touch, and her walls gave up.
The heavy ball slid through her pussy, and gravity did the rest. The first hard drop tugged the clamps from her nipples and inner lips, triggering her orgasm. Before her brain registered anything else, the second drop pulled the chains from the anal plug, extracting it from her rectum before it ripped the clamps from her outer lips. The whole motion sent an electric shock that shut her mind off for a brief instant.
Everybody gasped, witnessing IU hanging from her wrists following the quick rattling of chains. She quivered uncontrollably. Pupils, disappearing from her eyes; tits, bouncing at every contortion; hips, rocking in the air; feet barely touching the ground beneath her; and her bladder, releasing its contents down her legs.
Hands quickly held her body tightly, sending more shocks of pleasure through her. When Jieun noticed, she was kneeling on the floor with the help of one staff member, realizing that her inner thighs were damp.
"… a show about to begin for us. Let's enjoy it before we enjoy her."
The representative's voice finally made it to IU's brain as she weakly opened her eyes to find Davika's face, causing her to smirk.
"All y-yours," Jieun giggled with a weak smile, trembling and admiring her slim body. The actress untied the neck of her dress, letting it slide down her skin, revealing a laced, see-through lingerie set.
"Perfect." Davika threw herself over IU. She kissed her for a moment before going down to her sensitive nipples, making the idol whine. "Want me to stop?" She asked, circling her erect nub with her tongue.
"Don't you dare," Jieun moaned, realizing how drenched she was as her long fingers wiggled their way into her walls.
Davika had a blast with her. She pulled Jieun's nipples with her teeth, covered all ten fingers with her sleek nectar, and got to kiss most of her torso. With nothing but hunger in her eyes, she returned to face the weak woman, spreading her juices all over her face. "You like your own taste?"
"Guilty," IU licked her lips. She noticed something sparked inside the Thai actress, but before she could ask, Davika presented her wet panties to her face, hypnotizing her with her musk.
Slowly, the slim woman pulled her panties to the side and sat on IU's mouth. Surprised by the eagerness of her tongue, Davika took a moment to scan the surroundings. The crowd was expectant, and some men already had their dick's out. She turned to the rep. His smirk and approving nod gave her the push she needed.
The crowd was there for the show, and now she was a part of it.
Davika reached for the idol's legs, pulling them to her face until they rested under her arms. She kept IU's ass up in the air, fully displayed for the audience to admire her pink butthole and dripping folds. Hungry, she leaned to eat that pussy. They got carried away and let their whimpers be heard. Jieun, still too tired to move her hands, put all her energy into her lips and tongue. Davika focused on playing with IU's clit until the light reflecting on her wet slit pushed her to shove two fingers into her, looking for her G-spot.
Knowing she could cum at any moment, Jieun raised her arms to find Davika's perky tits, releasing them from the lace of her bra to pinch her nipples in an attempt to make it even. A strong shudder and sway of her hips, along with a subtle chuckle vibrating on her clit, confirmed it worked.
There it was, that unspoken understanding.
Both continued, aware of their troubled breathing until they felt each other's quivers and every minute clenching of their cunts, yearning for the inevitable.
Davika's climax hit first, directly on her hips, rocking on IU's face as her juices dripped into her lips. She fought her convulsions, hugging the idol's ass until those beautiful pink petals became a fountain, spraying her squirt harder and harder every time she pressed her G-spot. She witnessed the first gushes fly through the air for the sake of the show, but she quickly removed her digits to fully capture the next weaker jets of liquid into her mouth, drinking it only when a new wave was expelled.
Once IU was done, Davika dropped the idol's legs. Playfully, she tickled her pale tummy, crawling her way to see Jieun's smile. With a mutual grin, she kissed once more.
To drink her own squirt from Davika's lips took her by surprise, but IU savored it gladly. "We should do this again," she purred, unable to hide her bliss.
"Alone," the actress giggled, giving her one last peck before kneeling next to her, not bothering to fix her lingerie.
"Are you leaving?" Jieun panted, conscious of where she was.
"You are making the best out of your birthday. I will do the same with mine." They giggled, approving of each other's plans. "I heard there's a hot tanned Korean man available in another hall."
"That'd be Kai," IU smirked, sitting on her legs.
"Is he good?"
"I haven't tried myself, but he's a good dancer," she tilted her head, remembering his feats.
"I'll be on my way, then." Davika stood up and scoffed at the notion of the eyes on her almost naked body. Proudly, she walked down the stairs on her way to the Gyotaejeon Hall.
"I think we'll be seeing more of her on the next show," the representative joked on the microphone, startling the idol. "IU, I am afraid we're on a schedule. Gentlemen." He called the crowd as he stood up, taking off his pants, and revealing his throbbing manhood.
"Finally," Jieun whispered to herself, opening her mouth to welcome his thick shaft, savoring his salty precum before sucking it, locking eyes with him. Soon, she was surrounded by seven more dicks she could not help but stroke and lick, going from one to the next with a wide grin on her face.
"You really missed having so many cocks at your disposal, didn't you?" The rep admired her hunger and the speed at which she engulfed some of those rods in her mouth, leaving a coat of saliva before licking the next glans.
"You have no idea," IU grunted quickly with a penis in each hand and two dicks rubbing on her face.
It was true. During the celebrations of The Golden Hour, she managed to suck quite a few men, but only a few at a time. The only thing missing to make her experience on the terrace perfect was her two men, but she'd make the most out of it.
It didn't take long for one of them to bury his whole length into her mouth, reaching only past the back of her throat.
She giggled as her nose pressed on his pubes, and his spurts of cum ran down her pipe, releasing her only after he was done. Chuckling, virtually unaffected by his actions, she patted his thigh before they pulled her to suck two cocks at once.
Their faces didn't matter, nor did how rough they were with her, how hard they yanked her hair, or how many hands grabbed her body at the same time. The liberation of her own restraints and the lack of control were truly refreshing. That freedom to release her inner slut, one that the industry built through years of servicing and hid from the public, had become a blessing. Right there, her only concern was getting as much cum in and on her as she could.
The crowd, of course, shared the same goal.
The representative walked behind IU, watching her happily spread their precum and her own spit spread through her face. Impressed by how easily she let herself be handled, he spread her legs and arched her back until her pussy was at the right angle.
The idol chuckled while his thick shaft entered her slit, and his hand slid through her scalp. He went slowly at first, allowing her to feel his girth and length in detail. Nothing new for her. Any man who had entered her cunt for the first time did the same if given the chance.
Years of training her walls allowed her to recover quickly from any abuse, including the one caused by the metal ball. Mischievously, IU clenched her cunt across his manhood, confirming to him that she was ready.
Just as the first cumshots landed on her cheek, the rep increased his speed, thrusting harder and harder until their flesh clapped.
Jieun melted at the rippling sound of her juices moving violently at every pound, adding another layer of lust to the whole experience. He pulled her hair, forcing her to face the men surrounding her, and yet, her eyes remained on their members as she tried to stroke them or lick them.
Just a minute later, the rain of cum began. The representative yanked IU's hair so the semen landed all over her face, neck, and tits.
Her sweet laugh made it all the more appealing, giving a couple of shy men that little auditory aid to nut over her skin as she rejoiced in the smell of fresh jizz until the dick in her pussy began twitching. 'One,' she thought, starting the mental game of counting how many loads she got in her cunt. She always lost count, but it added some extra fun.
The rep waited for a couple more men to paint her skin before forcing her to stand up, still with his penis inside of her. "Can you walk?" He whispered, and she giggled, nodding. An assistant held a microphone for him as he walked her from the back of the terrace to the center of it, ensuring the crowd could see her cum-covered face. "Beautiful, isn't she? How do you feel?"
"I want more," IU replied seductively, swaying her hips. She purposefully rolled her eyes as he slipped out of her walls, letting his heavy load fall.
"Clean yourself first," he ordered.
Standing on her own, she ran her fingers through her thigh, collecting the representative's semen and taking it to her mouth. She cleaned her face, guiding the cum from her forehead and nose down to her mouth, leaving her perfect fringe ruined and her eyelashes sticky. The jizz that did not make it to her mouth served as a layer of shine to her skin, diverting the crowd's focus to her firm, perky tits and clear nipples.
No words from anyone. IU just gulped the last bit of cum, released a satisfied sigh, and called the audience with her hand.
She laughed at the immediate reaction. The staff brought a bench, and a horde of men ran towards her. One moment, she yelped when someone carried her, the next, she had her back resting on the bench and her head hanging. Impressed, she hummed at the feeling of a new cock sliding into her cunt, and she opened her mouth to taste another one.
The quick slapping of the man's balls on her nose made IU giggle. As enjoyable as their efforts were, they were only a warm-up for her.
The crowd noticed that. Two men took her feet. One to lick it, one to masturbate with her sole. Another pair took her hands to their members, which she stroked happily, using their precum as lube. Surprisingly for her, the thin layer of cum on her skin represented no issue for one hungry guy who sucked her nipples. He, perhaps, was the best out of the seven men on top of her.
'Two,' Jieun smirked while the penis inside her shot his seed inside her. She barely reacted. The idol giggled when the next shaft quickly entered her walls, shoving the other guy's cum back inside of her. Shortly after, the glans in her throat spurred its load, one she kept in her mouth as the next man held her head to slap her face with his dick before she swallowed it for him to ram her throat.
Three, four, five. Men came and went, feeding her hunger until the sixth man ejaculated inside of her core. He stayed there until the one using her throat painted her face. Confused, she tried to see why they had stopped, but the crowd helped her by pulling her hair.
"We thought you'd like to see how foamy your pussy is right now," the older guy said, withdrawing his rod from IU, revealing a thick white foam produced by their relentless thrusting, spreading their semen in and out of her.
Jieun shook her head and cupped her fingers to collect it. "I hope you've got more," she laughed, rubbing her clit as someone carried her, only to drop her on his lap, impaling her ass with his manhood. She grunted and grinned, swaying her hips to ensure he was fully inside of her rectum. "You don't need to be kind," she purred in his ear, spreading someone's cum on his cheek.
It worked. He got angry and choked her, twisting her nipple and ramming her butt. That set the bar for her next round.
They passed IU around from cock to cock. Sometimes on the bench, sometimes forcing her to stand on her toes as they fucked her butthole and someone else fucked her face. Seven, eight, nine. 'Was that the fourth load in my ass?'
"Beauty shot for your boyfriend?" The representative asked, holding a GoPro. "Your request, remember? As many angles as possible."
She smirked and turned to the camera, taking the semen from her face to drink it as naughtily as she could before blowing a kiss and pointing to her holes. The rep moved the guy away from her ass as she spread her buttcheeks to show her relaxed gapes, suddenly pushing heavy blobs of sperm down to her thighs.
Someone held her hands, and a different man spanked her, leaving a red imprint of his hand on her pale skin. A brave one dared to kiss her, not caring one bit for the fluids in her face or her tongue. She reciprocated it, pulling him closer towards her as she jumped on him.
The camera captured it all. Her legs hugging him, his dick sliding in and out of her pink folds, and their tongues dancing as he sat on the bench, resting his back on it. Immediately, another guy stepped on the edge where her butt was and shoved his shaft up her rectum to fuck her as hard as he could.
"You wanted that?" The rep asked her, ensuring the camera recorded her bouncing her ass on their girth.
"Yes!" IU grunted hurrily, biting the man fucking her pussy.
"Do you want more?"
"Mhmmg!" She got a quick reply from three more men surrounding her. She threw herself on their members, licking and stroking them until someone held her head, forcing her to swallow his length.
"Is this what you needed? A cock in every hole?" He teased her, recording her tongue, slipping out of her mouth to try to lick the balls of the shaft fucking her face.
IU nodded, moving her hands so frantically that one of the men came onto her hand. She took it to her face to eat his jizz before engulfing yet a different dick.
Ten, closely followed by another load in her ass. She tried to hold on to the penis in her mouth, but two sets of hands carried her to a second bench. Jieun caught a glimpse of the rep walking fully erect and documenting everything as they made her engulf another rod with her gaping shithole right before another man choked her and fucked her cunt.
The crowd continued the motion for a bit, adding at least three more loads to each hole, by which point, Jieun no longer cared to keep track.
The rep walked towards IU as two men fucked her standing, carrying her with their dicks. He yanked her hair, and she grinned at the camera.
"Have you ever taken two cocks in that pretty butthole of yours?" He wondered, and she nodded enthusiastically, her eyes pleading. "Take her to the benches when you're done with her," he told the men.
With that new boost of energy, Jieun got back in action, pulling the guy in front of her for a fierce, sloppy kiss while she rocked her hips, forcing their manhoods to rub through her walls until they exploded inside of her. She took a moment to enjoy the warmth of their skin against her, their troubled breathing, and the sensation of their seed dripping from her holes while the three of them chuckled in their embrace. "Take me there," she exhaled, kissing them one last time.
The man in her ass pulled out as the other guy carried her to her next destination. She saw two rods, fully erect, rubbing against each other as their owners rested on the two benches, waiting for her.
IU spread her butt as the man carrying her took his penis out of her pussy and aligned her puckered hole with the pair of shafts. She smirked confidently, signaling the representative to record it. He followed along, keeping the camera on the men as they gripped their lengths to steady them as IU descended onto them.
Satisfied with the challenge and depending on the man holding her, she swayed her hips at the touch of their tips. Jieun grunted as her butthole stretched to accommodate their girths and gasped once they got in. Happy, she wiggled and whined her way down, concentrating on their members expanding her rectum until her weight was resting on their crotches.
"Truly impressive," the rep acknowledged, focusing the GoPro on her asshole and her dripping cunt.
"This can't be all," IU panted with a grin, rocking her hips to feel the pair of cocks move inside of her.
Amazed by her, he handed the camera to his assistant and walked behind her, making her lie on his chest as he held her neck with his left hand to kiss her.
Slowly, the men in her shithole began to move independently. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations around her body. The more she let go of herself, the more she thrived in the swarm of men grabbing her body. Her legs were in the air, receiving equal amounts of licks, kisses, and bites from her thighs to her toes. They took her arms to more cocks for her to stroke, even though her delicate fingers could barely move. Someone latched onto her left nipple while someone else pinched the right one.
Jieun melted, feeling like prey being devoured, blissfully renouncing her agency. Her breathing grew troubled, but her torso moved on its own to properly fuck the pair of dicks at the drumming rhythm of her heart, beating harder and faster as the representative tightened the grip on her neck. Her weak moans roared freely, matched the tempo of her hips as the whole horde held her tighter and tighter.
"More?" He growled on her lips, letting her suck his tongue. IU whimpered, showing her need through her whole body, crying quicker and quicker as she felt his right fingers slide through her waist, brushing her skin as they reached for her bald pubis and into her folds.
She gasped, drowned by the growing orgasm building through every swift movement in her G-spot until her mind shattered for a moment.
Jieun was there willingly. She had forgotten any restraint, any mask, any concept that required her to pretend or exercise any control. She was, at least for a moment, truly free. And yet, the contradiction had overloaded her brain. She was at their mercy to the point that not a single finger of hers felt like her own. She was their doll. They dictated her movements, her actions, which dick filled her holes, and how many more still waited to use her.
Her consciousness returned to her body, crushed by the overwhelming waves of heat and electricity running through her like an open nerve. The men holding her wrists as she clenched her fists on their cocks, the people pulling and twisting her nipples, the set of men worshiping her legs and feet. They all kept her from moving through her strong convulsions, triggering small climaxes through every small brush against her skin. The pair of trembling rods shooting ropes of semen into her rectum made her feel as if she was sucking their souls with her clenching asshole. The cherry on top: the representative, still going crazy against her G-spot, prolonging her orgasm until her muted cries emptied her lungs, forcing her to gasp desperately, before flooding the hall with her high-pitched whimpers a second later.
Shaking, leaking cum from her butthole, and with more hands on top of her body than she could comprehend, IU turned to the rep, still holding her torso in his arms. "T-thirsty," she panted, unable to control her body and with a wicked smile forged in her face. She saw the representative smirk as he called the assistants who carried a water jug.
"As fresh as it gets," he chuckled, watching her arms give up at the three separate attempts to reach the jug. He nodded, and the assistant brought it closer to the idol.
The subtle smell alone was enough for her to know what it was. She giggled, watching the clouds of cum floating around. "Thank y-you," she scoffed, trying to shake her head and giving up. Jieun grinned and opened her mouth as the rep held her head with a firm grip on her hair. Gladly, she drank her own squirt, feeling the dense jizz pass through her throat.
"You got that?" He asked the assistant with the camera, who nodded with a satisfied grin. "Now, let us see that cute asshole of yours," he whispered in IU's ear.
Smirking, she let them drag her to the stairs, leaving her on her knees, facing the Gangnyeongjeon Hall. Knowing that would make for a good picture, she kept her knees on the ground, opening her legs and leaning down until her face rested on the cold cushioned mat. Her back arched flawlessly as she spread her buttcheeks, giving an up-close view of her gaping asshole and her dripping folds to the crowd. Since no phones were allowed, the only record of that display would be in the GoPro and the few copies they'll make.
"Normally, fellas, this would be the closing shot," the representative said on the microphone, standing in the middle of the stone terrace. "But judging by the extraordinary disposition of our dear birthday girl, that may not be the case."
Jieun laughed, digging her nails into her own flesh, leaving red scratches on her buttcheeks as her fingers slipped due to the viscosity of her skin.
"IU, do you want to continue?" He asked on the microphone. "You can stop at any time now," he mouthed to her. Everyone went quiet.
She tried to stand up, but her body was too weak. 'It's too fucking early to finish,' she wanted to say, but the words would not come out. Frustrated, feeling her lust growing back, she stayed there, half seated, gawking at him. "M-more," she managed to pronounce with a determined smirk.
The men around her moved, but the rep stopped them with a click of his tongue. "Prove it, slut. Show us what you want."
Her eye twitched. That word, as truthful as it could be when she was in the mood, represented a challenge; a way to shut their mouths and show them she could do even more. Pulling strength out of spite, IU crawled to him, maintaining her slit in full display while her ass swayed side to side with a clean arch on her back.
"Show us how much you love to suck cock," he grinned as she knelt in front of him.
Her hunger was real, but name-calling her was not something he had earned. She shook her head and showed her teeth, restraining herself from having a warm piece of meat choking her throat. Instead, IU kissed his balls and his whole length, making a whole shower as she left him covered in her saliva.
"Two can play that game," he murmured to her. "Anybody want to eat this whore's cunt?" The rep asked aloud, turning to see hands raised and a few men stepping forward. "You," he pointed to one of the spectators who had yet to get dirty.
"Just when I thought you'd show your skills," IU pouted, stroking him with both hands, brushing his glans on her glossy lips.
"I already made you cum, remember?"
"Did you?" She giggled, raising her butt for the man to lie beneath her groin before resting her weight on his mouth. Her eyes rolled back for an instant as the guy's tongue ran through her petals, but her hands never stopped. "I'd say it was, what? A six-man job? How many men were on me when I exploded?"
Her overconfident smirk pulled his strings. Yes, he had triggered the bomb that was her last climax, but it was a matter of time for that to happen. "Bring it," he ordered to an assistant while he held the idol's hair in a ponytail.
"What a gentleman," IU chuckled, licking his underside and holding his member firmly. Just as she expected, the representative forced his length into her throat. She remained composed, smiling with her eyes and petting the hair of the guy eating her cunt.
He kept her nose pressed against his pubes for a moment, enjoying her tightness and warmth before pulling her ponytail and thrusting on her mouth.
Enjoying the way his balls bounced on her chin, Jieun caught a glimpse of the assistant returning with a thick double dildo. She could not help but giggle, tapping on the rep's thighs. "You're doing well, cutie," she told the guy in her pussy, giving him a chance to breathe, yelping a bit when he pulled her back to sit on his face. "You'll need to do better than that if you want to break me," she challenged the rep, feeling the toy quickly enter her butthole. Thicker than any cock in the palace, but still easier than the two dicks from before.
"How much are you willing to humiliate yourself for our entertainment?" The representative asked, taking his shaft by the base and slapping IU's face with it.
"Humiliate?" She laughed while he spread her spit through her face with his mushroom tip as the assistant fucked her deep with the double dildo. "Do you really t-think being covered in cum and having my holes b-blown is humiliating to me?" The assistant slapped her butt to hide his laughter. "Give me your worst," IU provoked him, holding his girth and slapping her own face with it.
The representative's expression darkened as she willingly opened her mouth. Holding her head with two hands, he forced her to engulf his manhood. This time, he rammed her throat as hard and fast as he could, something the assistant fucking her ass and the guy eating her cunt mirrored.
If her own gurgling was not deafening enough for IU, another assistant placed a microphone close enough for the loudspeakers to share that erotic sound with the whole palace.
Backfire.
The speakers made her realize she was also moaning and whimpering throughout the guttural noises of her throat. Beyond the consistent pounding in her pipe, she focused on the dildo reshaping her guts, deeper at every thrust, practically hitting her navel from within.
Jieun's hips synced with the man devouring her folds. Both could barely breathe, both had an insatiable person using their faces more and more wildly every second, and both made their best to make the other cum for their personal egos.
The loud soundtrack didn't help the representative. The sight of her challenging red eyes, still with no tears on them, the slick drool falling over her perky tits while she rode the other guy's s face, proved too much for him. The purposeful clenching of her throat as he kept ramping on her mouth had him on edge, but knowing that she was taking that double dildo up her butt as if it were nothing pushed him past his limit.
"Don't swallow, whore," he grunted, fucking her skull with all his might until the last warning twitch. He pulled most of his length and burst in her mouth.
Finally able to breathe, IU sealed her lips around his girth, sucking and stroking tightly to ensure she would squeeze every drop of semen out of him, savoring it until he stopped shaking.
"You are truly remarkable," he panted, leaving her lips free as the assistant pulled the double dildo out of her ass and handed it to him.
"I know," Jieun tried to say, keeping his load visible in her open mouth until she froze, witnessing the glossy finish of the large dildo. Only a quarter of it was still dry; the rest had surely made it into her guts.
"Stay still," he ordered.
She scoffed nervously before he shoved the thick dildo in her pipe, stretching her neck and breaking her control, fully falling on the face beneath her.
"There they are," he chuckled, watching tears run down IU's cheeks, disappearing among the spit across her face.
She shook. The toy was thicker and certainly longer than her lovers. Her throat had never faced a challenge like that. Before she could process the way his cum had sunk into her esophagus, clogging it, he was already fucking her throat with it.
"Clean it all," he grinned, holding her cheeks and ogling into her eyes as he shoved every bit of the toy that was inside of her earlier.
The bitter taste of her own rectum, the lack of air, the burning sensation in her throat, going further than any cock had reached, and a tongue already pushing her to the doors of her climax. Torture and pleasure at the same time. IU's bodily reflexes kicked in when she reached her limit. She gagged and retched, arching her back and pushing the rep away, trying to get the dildo out of her mouth, but her mind stopped her after two slaps on his thigh. Thinking she won't have another chance to be treated like that, she enjoyed the torture, gladly shedding more tears and a drool cascade until he pulled the whole dildo out of her pipe.
Jieun went to the floor, coughing bits of his cum as the man she was sitting on gasped for air, laughing as he also recovered.
"No— Not bad," she grinned at the representative. Both stared at each other in mutual respect.
"Thirsty?" He asked. An assistant had already brought the jug with her squirt, making her giggle. "Oh, shit!"
Like a beast, the other man grunted, pulling IU for a kiss where she tasted her own fluids. "My turn," he growled.
She chuckled confidently, biting his lips and scratching his torso. "You deserve it," she said with a raspy voice, then glared at the representative.
Shaking his head, he took the microphone. "That cunt-eater indeed deserves his time. Let him have her before you all take her again," he stated to the audience as IU took a firm grip of the guy's cock.
"You had me so close," she whimpered, still struggling to clear her throat.
"Drink first," he lifted her in his arms, and reached for the jug as he held her firmly by her hair, and carefully poured the liquid into her mouth. "You love your taste, don't you?"
She nodded gently, shutting her lips, making him stop. "It's a bit addictive." She admitted in her normal voice.
"I must agree." He tugged her nape firmly, and he spilled the rest of her squirt on her forehead.
"Fuck," Jieun laughed, blinking quickly as her eyes burned and her scalp got soaking wet.
Her sudden yelp generated awe in the crowd. He had flipped her against the cushioned mat, with her ass up and her face resting on the puddle of fluids of her own making.
"Yes!" Jieun grunted at the abrupt insertion of his rod in her pussy. The way his left hand held her neck tightly, keeping her as close to his skin as possible as he pressed her down with his whole body, felt similar to the embrace of her lovers. Instinctively, she kept her hips up, rocking them in sync with his pelvis. Unable to move anything else, her hands slid through her stomach and reached her clit, rubbing it in circles and quickly taking her back to the plateau of her orgasm.
"Be a good slut and hold it until I tell you," the guy whispered in her ear, and she hummed enthusiastically.
Hearing his cynical chuckle and feeling every thrust filled with intention, IU let herself go one more time. "P-please… Let me… Let me cum," she begged shortly after, already feeling her climax coming. She whimpered and cried loudly, as if that could stop her from exploding, but tensed her fingers as her wrists continued the movement on her clit.
He let the tension build until IU's whimpers went mute and her whole body shook in place. "Be free," he whispered, tightening the grip on her neck and sliding his right hand under her stomach to hug her tightly.
Completely immobilized, her orgasm hit her in full, just as clearly he spurted his load in the entrance of her cervix, flooding her walls with his warmth as he continued fucking her. IU's eyes rolled back, her body convulsed violently, and her toes contracted erratically. Her pussy gushed weak spurts of squirt every time he shoved his entire manhood inside her clenching cunt until he decreased his tempo after he was done ejaculating.
She giggled, unable to hide her satisfied smile. "T-Tha… Thank… Y-You," she mumbled, trembling beneath him, before he took her drenched face and pulled her in for a kiss that she welcomed.
"I'll look for you at the next fashion show," the man whispered, kissing her lips, cheek, and earlobe.
"I'll… Waiting," she sighed, feeling his shaft slide through her walls, leaving her cunt oozing cum down her clit.
Laughing, lying face down on the floor, she managed to raise her forearm and called the crowd towards her.
To the surprise of the representative, IU managed to endure another hour of being passed around between the crowd, never having fewer than two holes filled with a cock, as her lust consumed any rational side of the idol. Still, he religiously checked if she wanted to continue at the end of a back-bending orgasm, but the idol persisted until her body was completely limp.
Voices reached her ears, but her brain could no longer process what they said; still, Jieun knew the rep had announced the end of the event. Every time she tried to open her eyes, a thick layer of cum shut them back until, minutes later, a firm thumb removed enough semen for her to make it past the stickiness of her eyelashes.
"You really know how to put on a show." She heard a gentle masculine voice say. "Do you mind?" It took her a few more seconds, but she finally recognized Kai, offering his cum-covered finger for her to clean.
She sucked his thumb, still unable to lift her head. "Why… Here?" IU tried to ask, laughing at her poor attempt.
"Your bodyguard is on the way, and I wanted to see the aftermath. It's not often that I see this version of you," he joked, patting her hair.
"Were… Worried… Me…?" She mumbled with a smile, and he nodded. "Did you…?"
"Davika insisted. She wanted to see us fuck after she took my load," he explained, making her smile. "Yes, you were pretty good to release tension. Kind of sad you didn't even notice me," Kai joked, bringing an actual laugh to her.
"Sorry… Blur… All of it…" Jieun tried to explain, receiving a comforting nod from Kai. "The others…?"
"Shin Mina saw the last few rounds; she's already on her way home. Hanni saw a bit before leaving. She was amazed to see you like this," he scoffed, then saw her frown. "In a good way, I think. I'm sure she's been getting crazy offers for the last couple of years already," he grimaced at that fact.
IU nodded weakly. "Jay Park?"
"Oh! He made sure to test every hole of yours," Kai replied, rolling his eyes as she giggled.
"That bastard… Finally got his way," she scoffed, trying to move her body.
Soon after, IU's bodyguard arrived, escorted by the Gucci representative. She tried to stand up, but her arms and legs slipped due to her weakness and the mats' slipperiness. The three men covered her body with a large towel and, with her blessing, put her inside an extra-large travel bag in a fetal position.
"Are you sure?" The bodyguard asked before closing the zipper.
"I'm afraid that, in her state, it's the only way to walk fully unnoticed past the Geunjeongjeon Hall and into the parking area," the rep explained.
Jieun nodded at them. "It's fine… One more anecdote," she chuckled.
"You did amazing, doll. I'll send you all the files as you requested," the representative reassured her, closing the bag, but leaving an opening for her to breathe some fresh air on their way to their car.
Trusting fully in her bodyguard, she relaxed inside the travel bag, preferring to stay there until he got her to her apartment. By the time he parked in the basement, Jieun was completely asleep. Carefully, he went up to perform his usual part of the ritual.
"Thank you, Mr. Park." Seungdae opened the door, shocked to see the bag, but instantly knowing her beloved was there.
"Bathroom, she'll need that first," the bodyguard stated as her lover opened the doors for him. "The Gucci rep also said she may struggle with her throat. I'll prepare some honey ginger tea before leaving," he declared, watching a bench, a stall, and a bunch of towels ready.
"I can do that, it's too late…"
"It's okay, don't worry." He smiled, carefully placing the travel bag on the floor.
"Thanks, sir. We moved the honey to the bar. She's been craving sweets lately."
"Noted." With a fist bump, he closed the door and went to the kitchen, leaving him alone with IU.
"The things I do for love," Seungdae sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment before stripping and opening the zipper, revealing Jieun's exhausted face, still covered in fluids and wet strands of hair all over her body.
"Jin," he called her softly, unbothered by the stickiness of her skin. "Princess? Shower time."
She grunted softly, moving the corner of her lips at the sound of his voice calling her by the nickname he had given her in their childhood.
"Jin? There you are. Happy birthday?"
"Woo!" She smiled weakly, trying to raise her arms for him. "I'm missing one present," she giggled with a coarse voice.
"Let me wash you first," he chuckled, helping her out of the travel bag and stretching her whole body.
Jieun relaxed completely as Seungdae took care of her. His experience was palpable. Not only did he remove all the squirt, cum, and spit from her face and hair, but he also gave her a good scalp massage that almost made her fall asleep again. Securing her hair with a claw clip, he moved down to her body. The way he held her, delicately moving her through the showerheads and the bench, the way he washed every part of her so meticulously, the way he constantly checked on her, asking her how she felt physically and emotionally; she felt loved, and as long as he was with her, she was more than fine.
Seungdae sat on the bench and carried her, spreading her legs to clean her slit and her butthole while her head rested on his shoulder. "You're a bit swollen," he voiced, cleaning her puckered hole.
"Can you finger their cum out of my pussy?"
"Sure." He took his fingers to her mouth for her to cover them in her spit.
As soon as his digits touched her swollen petals, she hissed, nodding quickly for him to continue. It burned, but she endured it, holding his wrist to keep him going as he scooped her folds. Despite the pain, her sensitivity and his kind fingers sparked a flame within her, one that brought a small orgasm accompanied by a few streams of squirt he used to clean her insides. "C-cum…"
"Hm?" He stopped, confused by her moan.
"Inside," she whispered in his ear, clenching her walls.
"I think it's all out—" Shut by her kiss.
"I need to sleep with your load inside of me," Jieun demanded with a gentle smile amidst her heavy breathing.
"Are you sure?" He slowly pulled his fingers out of her, causing her to grunt.
Yet, she nodded, "I'm not sleeping if it's not with your seed inside of me," she declared, gawking at his lips.
"Slow?"
Her eyes sparkled. Since her first servicing session, his part of her ritual, although never spoken, was not only to take care of Jieun upon her return, but also to become the last man to enter and fill her body. A part of Seungdae understood her from the start, but his conscious self never dared to ask why she always insisted, even when it hurt her physically.
He held her tightly, face to face, carrying her in the air as she let her spit fall over his shaft, gripping his forearms. When his tip brushed against her swollen entrance, they locked eyes, reaffirming each other as he lowered her slowly. She cried loudly, but her weak body engulfed his whole manhood.
Jieun trembled as they hugged, panting. Little by little, each of them moved. It hurt, but knowing it was him who was inside of her was a mental relief. Her painful cries turned into quiet gruntings, then into moans of pleasure, then into whimpers.
"Don't make me wait," she begged, holding his face to kiss him until he thrust harder and twitched.
As she felt his seed spreading through her core and womb, a comforting warmth filled her whole existence, taking away any stress or adrenaline that was still in her. "Thank you, Great One," she giggled as she kissed him.
"Anything for you, my princess," he replied, holding her cheeks delicately.
"Your arms," Jieun frowned, noticing the fresh scratches along his forearms.
"Shh, it's okay," he chuckled, kissing her forehead. "You know I heal fast." Seungdae stared at her pouting face for a moment before kissing her and hugging her for a little longer.
When he pulled out of her, her swollen pussy shut tight, making her smile, knowing all of his whole load would remain inside of her. He dried her hair while she drank the tea her bodyguard had prepared before brushing her teeth. Once done, he carried her to her room. Jieun giggled, resting her head on him, watching the towels on her bed, and the few bottles of water in her nightstands.
Last part of the ritual. He made his way onto her bed, lying right in the middle so she could snuggle over him until she fell asleep with his fingers caressing her hair.
Author's notes:
For those new here, if you want more context on IU's relationship with Seungdae and Jongsuk, you can read Cards on the Table and Consummation, or literally any of my other works featuring IU; they all take place in the same world, lol.
So yeah! I hope you liked it. I had originally thought of writing her during the Jan 2024 Gucci fashion show, but when reviewing where this would fit, writing this night instead was a no-brainer.
Also, I wanted to use this picture to show who Davika was, but IU looks kind of 'mom, I wanna go' vibe, so I opted for the other pic, haha.
You don’t even let her answer. Or rather, your mocking question is met with nothing but wet, choked gurgles and the melodious sound of her throat convulsing around your cock. It’s barely been minutes since you started shoving yourself down her throat, but her face is already so beautifully ruined by the smudging makeup that she has generously applied for you.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” you taunt, watching her struggle to take you back in as those famous doe eyes of hers widen and water with every plunge. “It only makes me want to ruin you even more.” You grip her silky brown hair tighter, fingers digging deeper into her scalp and push your hips forward without mercy.
“I and You, was that it?” you grunt, pushing yourself deeper. “Perhaps it just means I’m inside U.” You stuff another inch past the tight ring of her constricting throat walls, trying to set a new record of cock that the famed singer never thought she herself could take. "Isn’t that right, my precious little IU?”
She makes a broken, self-indulgent guttural sound that’s a mix of half-gag and half-moan, all while her smooth, milky delicate hands weakly rests on your outer thighs. Knees cradled between your legs in utter obedience, the nation’s little sister gobbles your cock desperately with her tight, spasming throat to devour more from your delectable protein oozing snack bar. Pre-cum leaks copiously into the depths of your very own cock-sucking whore, mixing with the lewd slime that’s flowing incessantly from the pores of her salivary glands.
It wasn’t as if you had planned to be this rough with your girlfriend. Well, as a matter of fact, you do want to be rough with her, but not without consent. However, today was different. Lee Ji-eun herself had begged you — practically whined — for you to stop holding back and finally use her like a toy. So, who were you to deny the requests and pleas of your now cock-guzzling-whore?
Feeling merciful, you pull back just enough to let her suck in a ragged, wheezing breath of respite. One that’s not even a full breath due to the sticky and slimy salivary barrier that’s occluding her partially opened mouth.
“Your name?” you ask mockingly.
“I-It’s… Lee Ji—”
Once again, you don’t let her answer. You cut her off instantly, slamming your cock back down her throat, stuffing her hoarse words right back inside her as you fill her emptiness up with a deep groan of pleasure.
“That’s cute. But wrong answer,” you growl, starting to face-fuck her with more face-fucking purpose than before. “Right now, you’re not Lee Ji-eun. You’re not the nation’s little sister. You’re not even my girlfriend. You’re just my pretty little cocksleeve.”
Slowing down your thrusts slightly, she takes the opportunity to swirl her gluttonous tongue around the underside of your shaft, trying her best to slobber and wrap your succulent sausage into a meat sandwich as though it’s for a new product launch at Subway. Her lips are stretched taut around your thickness, glossy with thick strings of salivary sauce that drip down her chin and onto the expensive bridal gown like stage outfit she’s still half wearing. The thin straps have long been yanked off her shoulder, the pink dress deconstructed and bunched around her waist, beneath her small perky tits that heaves with every sinful attempt to breathe through her nose.
“How about we play a game?” you grunt, pushing back deep into her orifice to muffle any reply. With a smirk, you clench every fibre of muscles in your arms, holding her in place. You take a deep breath in and revel in the rippling walls that’s dancing across your shaft, feeling the euphoric pleasure that’s sending uncountable sparks of inspiring ideas into your mind.
“Silence, huh? I guess that’s your consent,” you ridicule. “Do you want to earn back your name?”
gwuurlk—pweafe—glurlk—
“Interesting answer. I will assume that’s a yes,” you smirk, holding her there, pressing her nose flush against your pelvis. “I’m going to ask you what I.U. stands for. Every correct answer earns you a breath of air. Every time you fail to give a satisfactory one… I get to punish that pretty throat.”
Savouring the kinaesthetic silence on your cock for long seconds, you smirk and appreciate the blossoming redness of her face as her asphyxiating eyes pleads up at you. When you finally pull out, a thick rope of saliva connects her swollen lips to your glistening cock. She gasps desperately, coughing and drooling as she smiles up at you.
“First question,” you say, tapping your heavy cock against her soft cheek. “What does I.U. stand for? Be creative, baby. Impress me.”
“I…I-Incredible… Unnie?” she says hoarsely.
You laugh darkly, unimpressed with her attempt. “One.” You grant her a single deep breath before shoving her head onto your cock in one smooth thrust. “Pathetic. That’s not nearly good enough for a global superstar like you. Next one.”
“I-Inside U?” she muffles around your cock, lips stretched wide as you pump her head relentlessly.
“Two,” you recite, pulling off to let her draw another merciful breath. “Still disappointing.”
“Anymore?”
She looks up at you, mind lost with the haze of lust and sex.
“Then let me show you how it’s done.”
You grip her head with both hands, fingers clasped around the back, locked tight.
“I.U. stands for… Incredibly Useful.”
You slam back in.
“I.U. stands for… Instant Use.”
Another brutal thrust.
“I.U. stands for… Ideal Usehole.”
Deeper.
“I.U. stands for Itty-bitty cocksleeve Under me.”
Every degrading name is punctuated by a harsh plunge onto you that’s met with a forceful snap of your hips, driving your cock repeatedly into her spasming throat as you make her take it. Her gagging grows wetter and messier, eyes drifting further back into her skull with every new name you capriciously invent.
You pull out briefly, strings of thick spit dangling from her chin as she wheezes in satisfaction from how roughly you’re treating her.
“Come on, princess. Just one good fucking answer.” you taunt, slapping your cock between her eyes, dragging her saliva and your pre-cum across her fluttering eyelids. “Are you really this useless, or are you purposefully failing because you’re enjoying it?”
"I-I don’t know…” she cries, face contorted in pleasure as you stand from the couch, towering over her. You grab on to her shoulders and toss her onto the couch, head dangling off the edge of the cushion that’s filled with the filth of her saliva — the excess that leaked off your cock and down your balls earlier. Her lower body rests awkwardly on the backrest, legs spread wide, causing the ruined pink dress to fall away towards her chest due to gravity. Her glistening, puffy pussy is completely exposed — already soaked, lips swollen and shiny with arousal, all for the world to see.
And right now, you are her entire world.
“Just one. One good fucking answer, IU, and I’ll use you like what you’ve always wanted,” you say, leaning forward to let your cock bob lightly over her nose. She opens her mouth to gulp at the musk that your cock is producing, inhaling your intoxicating scent shamelessly as your words just falls on deaf ears.
“Slut,” you chuckle in amusement. “I bestow upon you a new name.”
“Innumerably Utilised.”
The moment her new name leaves your mouth, you push your hips forward, sliding your length past her lips, pushing deep into her throat. She relaxes readily, tongue flattening on the top of your cock as you plunge in. You groan as you feed your cock into her, relishing how much warmer and further you are able to invade into her gullet from this position. When you’re pressed to the utmost limits, you look down to appreciate the wonderful bulge that you have made. It’s a pity you can’t see her beautiful eyes anymore, but with her, there’s much more to feast your sight on.
“Fuck me,” you laugh under your breath, thrusting deep and hard. “Look at you. Leaking like a broken appliance.”
Your hands roam up towards her thighs, pushing her legs further apart, fully exposing her dripping cunt. She’s absolutely soaked, puffy folds shimmering enticingly all in glory for you to see. Body jerking from the deep thrusts you’re delivering, a thin, sticky stream of her arousal is shaken off and dangling towards her belly like a cheap glaze.
But you’re a connoisseur of cheap things. So, you lean in and drag your tongue slowly through her wet folds, tasting her shameless sweetness while your cock continues abusing her throat. She gurgles wetly around your thickness, producing a eargasmic symphony of indulgence and sinful misery. Thick ropes of saliva — you assume, because you can’t see anything other than her pussy — spill continuously from her stretched lips, dripping onto the floor in messy puddles.
She doesn’t bother acknowledging the growing wet patch on her luxurious designer carpeted floor. Why would she? Appliances don’t complain about making a mess. Appliances also can’t complain about making a mess.
“That’s right… just lie there and get utilised,” you murmur against her cunt before plunging your tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it in rhythm with your hips. Her whole body jolts as you lap at her greedily, then pull back only to spit directly onto her swollen clit. The floor is utterly soaked from her stickiness, and you’re finding it hard to grab a stable foothold with the reduced friction.
As such, you kneel onto the edge of the couch, planting one knee firmly for leverage. The new position lets you slam into her throat with far more bestial hammering. You start pounding her face without restraint, using her dangling head like a onahole while your balls slap wetly against her forehead.
“Gosh you’re just like an extension power plug,” you say, sliding two fingers into her sopping pussy. “So many slots for me to utilise. Such a well-designed equipment that’s built for maximum utilisation, aren’t you?” Once your two fingers are firmly rested in, you slide a third and fourth in, stretching her easily. Her cunt swallows them all with an almost embarrassing eagerness.
She groans around your cock in approval — you assume — and you push harder. Your entire hand slowly sinks into her stretched, fluttering pussy until your entire wrist breaches her folds. She convulses violently, a choked, gurgling muffle vibrating down the length of your cock as you begin to fist-fuck her at the request of her long-awaited fantasy. Her juices overflow out and around your wrists, cascading down her tight waist as they soak into her bunched-up pink dress. Each plunge pushing a squelch, each withdrawal earning a shiver. The overflowing streams split into dendritic branches down her stomach, each one glistening under the romantic birthday lights that you’ve so graciously set up.
“Look at that,” you growl, never slowing down your thrusts in both her pussy and throat. You’re borderline selfish at this point, chasing your own pleasure as the wet glucking sounds grow louder and filthier with every plunge. “The sweetheart of South Korea getting fist-expanded and cock-muffled at the same time. How many times have you sung about love on stage, hmm? And here you are, just an innumerably utilised fucktoy.”
You curl your fingers individually inside her with a crawling motion, grinding your knuckles roughly against her molten walls while your mouth latches back onto her clit, sucking hard. Her pussy clenches and spasms wildly around your invading fist, pouring out even more juices.
“Innumerably Utilised,” you repeat her name, emphasising every syllable as you piston your organs deeper. “That’s what I.U. really stands for. Not 'I and You’. Not some cute stage name. You begged for this, so embrace it. You’re just a multi-purpose idol cunt and throat, built to be used and plugged whenever and however I want.”
You smash your face harder into her cunt, licking and devouring her messily while your fist continues to work relentlessly; your cock brutalising and bullying her throat. Her gurgles soon turn into desperate, broken whimpers, tears and saliva dripping steadily onto the floor like an open tap.
You feel her body start to seize up.
“Go on then,” you snarl, your own impending release emerging through your brutality. “Show me how well-utilised you can be for me. Cum for me, my innumerably utilised little whore.”
The physical and verbal abuse sends her tumbling towards nirvana.
Ji-eun cums violently around your buried fist, pussy spasming and squirting like a spray bottle as she floods your face and mouth with her release. At the same exact moment, you bury your cock right to the hilt down her convulsing throat and explode. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot straight down her gullet as you keep your fist embedded inside her fluttering cunt, fingers curling and twisting non-stop, forcing her to ride out every second of heavenly pleasure that you’re blessing her with. She is emptied and filled at the same time.
You hold her there, cock and fist plugged deep in your personal extension power plug, letting the aftershocks ripple through her ruined body. Only when her trembling finally begins to fade do you slowly withdraw your hand from her gaping, ruined pussy with a wet, obscene squelch. A flood of her juices follows, raining down onto the couch beneath her as her body falls onto the soft cushion.
You pull your cock from her throat with a heavy sigh, watching thick strands of cum and saliva spill from her swollen lips and run down her upside-down, ruined face.
“There we go, almost perfectly utilised,” you murmur, looking at her satisfied cum-stained smile. “One more hole to use.”
SORRY I DIDN'T EDIT THIS AT ALL
THE REASON WHY, YEP YOU GUESSED IT, IT'S LATE AS I'M POSTING THIS.
Sorry for any mistakes :D
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All you needed was to go to the bathroom.
“Yes! More!”
Instead, you’re pounding this breathtakingly gorgeous woman against the counter of the deserted gas station convenience store.
“Yeah? You like that?”
The sound of your damp groin slamming against her juicy rump joins the thrum of the AC fighting the blazing summer heat.
“Yes! Fuck me harder!”
“What’s a beauty like you doin’ in such a place?” The woman’s face is pointed directly at a fan, her moans being distorted by it. Every thrust pushes her face closer to the fan, but with her eyes gently fluttered closed, she doesn’t notice. In the corner of your eyes, you can see how tightly she’s gripping the edge of the counter, her knuckles even more white than her already pale skin, her entire body rocking, responding to the ferocity of your thrusts.
“If I weren’t here, you wouldn’t be enjoying my pussy, would you?”
While that was certainly true, her response didn’t give you any answers. Not that you particularly care anyway; she’s probably an employee at this location, but there’s probably no one here because it’s so far out of the way, and that is probably the very reason why she’s not wearing a work outfit. These are all things you’ve figured out in the first minute of stepping into the store, and the only thing that stopped you from quickly exiting after refreshing yourself in the bathroom is a warm smile and a friendly, “How do you do?”
So, being the polite guy you are, respond in kind. “Swimmingly.”
“Staying cool out there? Why not grab a drink?”
Her beaming smile crawled your pace to a standstill. You were in a rush, sort of … but that can wait a little, can’t it? “Wouldn’t want to fill up my bladder right after emptying it just now.”
“Is that so?” You nod, and before you can start to respond, she continues, “In a hurry, are you?”
“Goin’ home after visitin’ the parents over the long weekend.”
“Wife in the car?”
You shake your head. “No such woman to speak of.”
“I see.” There’s something magnetic about her. You can’t escape her pull, even with the remaining few hours still left in your drive home looming in the back of your mind. But this is refreshing—the hours spent by yourself, listening to the podcast you had downloaded for this specific drive was mind-numbing, so breaking it up with a pleasant conversation with an even more pleasant woman did well to break up that monotony. “Well, now that you’ve emptied your bladder in my restroom, why don’t you take the chance to empty your balls inside me?”
It takes you by surprise, so much so that you’re forced to do a double take, but the woman remains unflinching, maintaining that beaming smile at you. “Excuse me?”
“A nice, young, strong man like you, with no woman to take care of your needs, having held back from relieveing yourself for three long days due to the presense of your parents, I’m sure you’re backed up.” It’s true, but you’re frankly shocked to hear the words coming out of the otherwise pristine, proper, pure looking princess of the convenience store. “Do you want help with that?”
You let out a laugh. “Ma’am, are you asking me if I want to fuck you, right here and right now, against that—” you nod at the counter that she’s standing behind, “—counter?”
“Yes, I am.”
Bold of her to say, but you’re not one to say ‘no’ to such a delectable offering. “Well, if you’re offering, then…”
Which leads you to the current moment, with the woman’s shirt still on but her jeans and panties pooled at her feet, the chopped up sounds of her voice being filtered by the fan blowing into her face doing nothing to lessen the arousal seeping from her voice.
“You’re not supposed to be working?”
“I’m seeing to my customer’s needs, aren’t I?”
You laugh at that. “You certainly are.”
You can tell with your own eyes that the woman has a thin frame, but feeling just how small her waist is in your hands is another story. You feel like, if you really tried, you might be able to just barely encircle her entire waist with your two hands. It’s this quality of her waist that makes her ass, which normally might look small on any other woman, appear so good. It also has a springy quality to it that’s satisfying to smack against; in fact, her entire body is surprisingly sturdy for how skinny she is.
“And the cameras?”
“They don’t work. No one comes here, anyway.” She may not have much in the chest department, but she more than makes up for it in the tightness her pussy provides. You know you aren’t the biggest, but she certainly makes you feel massive; every moan she lets out deepens your arousal, and every expletive she lets out balloons your ego. “Fuck, you feel so big inside me…”
“Such a nice little pussy, shame to have it wasting away here in the middle of nowhere.”
“Why do you think they put me here?”
You don’t want to think too deeply about the revelation, so you say, “So you can whore yourself out to the first man that walks through those doors?”
“You have no idea how badly I’ve been needing this…”
The more you slam into her, the further in you are drawn into her. Her magnetic personality, how easy it is to talk to her, and now, her pussy that’s trying to keep your cock inside her as you’re pulling out and pulling you in as you shove your length back inside. And then, after a while, you realize how amazing the velvety-soft texture of her ass feels against your groin, and when you pause to grind against her, the woman lets out an even louder moan.
“Fuck, yes, just like that!”
“Have a name for me, babe?”
“Just call me IU.”
It’s a strange name, but you don’t question it. “You like it when I do that, IU?”
She nods frantically. “Yes, oh god, that feels so good!”
She’s arching her back into you, doing everything she can to grant you maximal access to her pussy, and you decide to take full advantage of that. Your hands lift her ass a little bit, leaving the only part of her feet touching the ground being the balls of her feet, and drill deeper inside her. IU lets out an even louder, higher-pitched moans, one that may very well put Ariana Grande to shame.
“Yes! Right there! Oh fuck! Yes! Please, more!”
You’re doing everything you can to obey her, but you’re feeling yourself reaching your limits.
“You love feeling my cock messing your insides up, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes, I love it so much!”
“You love it when I do this?” You thrust again, aiming for that sweet spot you just found, and the volume of her ecstatic scream tells you that you are right on the mark.
“Please! Oh god, I’m so close, I’m so close!”
You want to give IU her release, but you also feel your own coming up. In a convenience store, you’re sure you can probably find some condoms, but you weren’t so forward thinking when you were tearing your pants off to get into IU’s.
So, you instead elect to cheat.
“Fuck!” If you weren’t so incredibly close to the peak of your arousal, you might’ve found it funny, hearing such a high-pitched squeal filtered through the fan’s distortion. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
True to her word, almost as soon as she finished her warning, she came. Pretty violently, too: the first stream hit you right on the stomach, and as you continued to pump into her, the more her juices splash onto you, and the harder you have to fight your own orgasm. IU is certainly making it difficult, though; with how tightly her orgasming pussy is gripping your cock, with her head now tiled backwards and her voice no longer being filtered through the fan on the counter singing her ecstasy in all its natural, beautifully musical glory, with how hard she’s matching your every thrust by backing up into your crotch at the exact right moments, focusing solely on not exploding inside her is all you can do to stop yourself from doing exactly that.
When her climax finally subsides, you, with gritted teeth, pull out.
“Turn around.”
IU, hair dissheveled, half-basking in her post-orgasm glow, obeys, and when she sees you gripping your shimmering cock, bulging and red with anger, as if by instinct, she immediately drops to her knees.
“On my face or in my mouth?”
“You told me you’d let me empty my balls inside you.”
She grins, says, “good choice,” and then opens wide.
You don’t hesitate to stick your cock inside her waiting mouth, and it barely takes a few back-and-forth bobs of her head and swirls of her tongue before you erupt inside of her hot mouth, stream after stream of your hot semen hitting the back of her throat, filling her mouth to the brim and causing her slim face to bulge with your seed. When your orgasm subsides, you pull out and watch her swallow your load in one gulp.
“Hmmm…”
You had already began to reach for your pants, but hearing the hesitation in her voice and looking up to see how she’s eyeing your softening erection, you pause. “Hm? What’s wrong?”
“I was a bit disappointed when you pulled out, but partially relieved when you chose my mouth.”
“Is that so?”
“I did say I wanted you to empty your balls inside me, didn’t I?”
“I figured you didn’t want me to be cumin’ inside, is all.”
“Well, now you know.” It’s not a question what IU is trying to imply, especially with how her fingers are reaching for the hem of her shirt. You watch in awe as she brazenly throws her top off, and without a bra anywhere to be seen, IU is left in all her naked glory. “This time, you’ll cum inside?”
It takes some time to fully recover from your refractory period, but with much help from IU’s hands, and then her beautiful lips sealed tightly around your girth and her hot, tight mouth that attempts to harden your cock by pulling it straight out via suction, IU is on the counter, her legs wrapped around your waist while your cock is back inside her, buried to the hilt.
“Hmm, fuck…”
Her hands are resting behind her and her head is thrown back. You can see that she’s enjoying this as much as you are, but it doesn’t stop you from wanting more. Seeing those taut nipples sitting atop her modest bosom, you can’t help but bring your hands to them, first teasing the areola as you’re grinding against her, and then pulling and pinching at her nipples as your fatigue has been completely replaced with the full vigor of your renewed lust.
“God, oh my god, it’s been so long since a man has done this to me…”
Now that you have a better view of it, you can confirm what you’ve been picturing inside your head the first round: even IU’s sex face is exquisite in its beauty. Even with her toussled hair, with her gently closed eyes, with her parted lips, it all makes for a visual that would awaken desires inside the purest of men.
“In that case, I oughtta come by more often and give you the proper fuckin’ you deserve, huh?”
“I’d love that.”
You don’t think about the logistics of the proposal, how many hours it’d take just for a booty call, how you’re just fucking in public and just hoping that no one comes by to ruin the fun. All you can think about is IU’s pussy and her petit tits, in your hands and now between your lips, biting and pinching and pulling at the almond pleasure buttons on her chest.
“God, oh my god, that feels so fucking good.”
You can’t help but stare at her. You thought you preferred curvier women, but maybe you actually don’t. Maybe what you actually are more than willing to compromise that for someone so insanely beautiful that, even as she’s unabashedly drowning in pleasure, having released any inhibitions, if there even were any to begin with, and letting herself feel the ecstasy coursing through her body, she stays just as stunningly beautiful. And, the more you play with her tits, the more you realize how little of a tradeoff it even is: although they can’t fill your hands, they are still as pleasing to play with as boobs of larger sizes. What’s more, seeing IU’s reactions to your hands and your lips playing with her tits adds another layer of pleasure to it. Feeling her body rocking against yours, feeling her legs gradually tightening around your waist, feel her entire body tense as her climax approaches, you can feel your own body responding in kind.
“Yes! Fuck! More! I’m so close!”
This time, your climax hits first, but just barely. The feeling of your second, albeit thinner, load spilling inside her breaks her, and IU is sent tumbling into the chasm of her own orgasm.
“You wanted it, didn’t you?”
“Yes! Fuck, let it all out! Fill me with your hot, sticky semen!”
It takes a little bit longer for IU’s orgasm to subside, and when it finally does, the loosened grip of her legs around your waist allows you to pull out of her. You can see your freshly made creampie leaking out of her red, hot, bruised and battered hole.
“See? So much better, right?”
“Well, guess I gotta go visit my parents more often.”
IU smiles, resting peacefully atop the counter she’s supposed to be standing behind, completely unbothered by her nude state and by the cum trickling out of her pussy. “We’d all benefit from that.”
Small trigger warning: maybe bit rougher than my usual writing
Life sucks.
Not like, oh you’re busy and tired. Life really sucks right now. Never before have you felt such an emptiness inside you. You feel like a hollow shell of yourself, completely void of what you once were.
A whole week has passed, and you still don’t even have the courage to pick up your belongings from IU’s place. Every single day since that night, you find yourself driving to her house just to sit in your car for half an hour like an idiot before giving up and leaving. Every. Day.
Every time you check your phone, you pray for a message from her. Every night, you wake up in your bed hoping that it was all an awful nightmare, hoping that you would somehow magically wake up with IU by your side again. You don’t even really know what you would do if she did, but that’s a secondary thought. You just miss her.
Regardless, it never happens. You never wake up next to her.
Reality, despite your best attempts at denial, refuses to change. It’s not a nightmare; Your sweat-covered body and tear-soaked face every time you wake up in the middle of the night are both real. There’s no escaping your new reality.
You never knock on her door. You never get a text. You never wake up next to her. A reality you don’t believe you could ever accept. A degree of verisimilitude that you want to invalidate, even though you can’t.
It’s unbearable.
One week away from her was all you could manage before your eyes dried up. Little desiccated balls of scarlet, brimming with desolation, even looking at yourself in the mirror would set you off. Hearing your phone buzz was enough to give you the feeling of your heart dropping into your stomach even though it’s always the same useless spam email or stupid weather notification.
Why the fuck do you even have weather notifications? You should turn those off.
Being around people also is not an option. There is only one person you actually want to be around, but you can’t. It’s over. IU is no longer yours.
You spent the entire week working exclusively on editing from home where you could let your tears flow freely, you didn’t have it in you to show up to the office. Apparently it’s possible to cry until you can’t cry anymore. At least, you’re pretty sure you’re out of tears at this point.
Crying until your eyes go dry is a bit of a paradox, no? Shouldn’t the tears make them wet?
Honestly, who cares. It doesn’t really matter. You only have to tough it out for another few days before you’re done with work. It’s truly a shame, because you think you still love being a photographer, but you need the break. You need time to just rot away alone.
At least covering all those shifts would work in your favor, now that you can finally cash them in. Although, now that you think about it, covering that one shift is what led to all of this. You should have just thrown the folder back in his face, that was your biggest mistake. None of this would have ever happened.
Who gives a shit if it’s IU? She ruined your life. There’s no way you’ll ever be able to trust anyone again. Not after what she did to you.
You hate her.
…
Let's be honest. No, you don’t. You’re lying to yourself. Maybe not lying, rather, refusing to believe? Does that make any sense? Not really. Seems like nothing makes sense these days.
And now you feel it again, entirely beyond your control, the tears are back…
“Fuck this,” you mumble, shoving your laptop into your bag and grabbing your keys.
—
“Thank you, seriously,” you place the USB drive on your coworker’s desk. “I owe you big for this.”
“Oh shut up, I still owe you for everything,” he shakes his head and then hesitates for a second. “Is, uh, everything good?”
“Yeah, why? What’s up?” you start packing your laptop back into your bag.
“It’s just that…” he nervously flips the USB between his fingers. “Haven’t really seen you for like a week now, and you’re randomly taking a bit of an extended vacation. Not that you aren’t allowed to, of course, we all need our breaks–”
“So what’s the problem?”
“Well,” he lays his hand flat on the desk. “Not to pry, but the sudden change is obviously tied in with a pretty big event.”
“The breakup? I told you, it was mutual,” you zip up your bag. “Things just weren’t going to work out with our work schedules and stuff. You know how it is, she’s a busy girl.”
He stands up and talks a step towards you. “Look, even if it was mutual, I know it can be tough. I don’t know the details and I don’t need to, I just wanna make sure you know that you can talk to me if you need.”
You smile at him and hold your arm out, giving him a quick hug. “Thank you, really, I appreciate it,” you pat him on the back and let go. “Now take care of the projects like they’re your baby, I’ll be back soon. Don’t fuck up my work.”
—
For what feels like the millionth time now, you find yourself staring at IU’s front door.
This time is a bit different, though, as you’ve actually stepped out of your car and walked up to her doorstep. This is the closest you’ve been to knocking on her door, but there’s still something holding you back.
Perhaps it’s the thought that she might not be home.
No, who are you kidding, you know she’s inside. You don’t know how you know it, but you do. It’s time to stop all of this nonsense and address it head on. Then, right as you raise your hand to knock, the door swings open.
There she is. Standing in the doorframe, a small nightgown exposing her shoulders and covering down to the top of her thighs. Very light makeup and absolutely breathtaking, she’s more beautiful than you remember.
“Sorry, the camera told me someone was here a few minutes ago, I wasn’t sure how long I was supposed to wait,” she says with her eyes down at your feet.
“It’s–” your voice cracks and you quickly cough to clear your throat. “It’s alright, I was just about to knock.”
“Right,” she says quietly before pausing. A few very awkward seconds go by before she speaks up. “Did you want to come in?” she asks, and it sounds just as awkward as the silence.
“I was wondering if you were free to talk about some stuff,” you ask. “If you’re not busy, of course.”
She steps aside.
“Thanks,” you step in and kick off your shoes as IU closes the door behind you. “I was–” you’re cut off short as IU flings her body into yours, winding you in the process.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she squeezes your body tight, “I’m sorry, I know you’re probably just here for your stuff, but I’ve–”
“I also missed you,” you interject calmly, far more calmly than your emotions should probably be capable of, and a single tear spilling down your cheek as your hands land on her back.
After you eventually let go of each other, the look she gives you feels like a gunshot straight through your heart. You didn’t really know what to expect or how you’d react after seeing her again in person, but you certainly didn’t expect it to feel like this.
It’s absolutely suffocating. Just holding her hips and staring into her eyes again, it’s paralyzing, like pure venom being injected into your veins.
Why are you holding her hips?
You quickly fix that and let go, but you don’t stop staring into her eyes. You can’t see the girl that hurt you. Not even a shadow nor a glimpse of her.
All you can see is the girl you fell in love with: The girl you’ve been dreaming about and missing more than anything in the world for the last week. She’s here. She’s real. You’re right in front of her.
You’re forgetting to breathe.
“Sorry,” IU shakes her head and quickly wipes her eyes. “You said you wanted to talk?”
Words escape you, all you can do is nod and fight the knot in your throat. She turns around and starts walking, and you follow after her, wiping your cheek as you walk. She pulls out a chair for you before taking a seat across the dining table.
A flush of warmth shoots through your skin. You absolutely hate your mind right now because all you can think about is how many times you’ve taken IU on this exact table. Now’s not the right time, but this stupid fucking flashback–
“Coffee? Tea? Anything at all?”
“No, I’m fine,” you answer while taking a seat, mentally shaking away the vision of IU’s nude body sprawled across the wooden tabletop. “How, umm, how have you been?”
She shuffles nervously in her chair and crosses her hands, laying them on the table. She tilts her head just a little bit and flashes a small, awkward smile.
“I’ve been better.”
You purse your lips into a strained smile of your own.
“Can’t say I’m doing much better myself,” you admit quietly.
The conversation takes a bit of a pause. IU uncrosses her fingers, drumming them against the table, while you awkwardly glance around the room. It’s so familiar, but it also feels so foreign now. You can’t help but see little flashes of the time you and IU have shared. The little conversations, the good morning kisses, the coffee sips, they all come flooding back in.
There’s also the sex. Despite how hard you’re trying to ignore it, everywhere you look reminds you of it. Bent over the counter, legs up on your shoulders, you see your memories coming to life in real time. It’s painful to say the least.
“Would you actually be okay with making this less formal?” IU asks timidly, breaking the silence. “I understand if you say no, I don’t want to make this uncomfortable.”
“Less formal how?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “This just feels like an interview, the way we’re sitting here.”
“We can move, that’s fine.”
“Bedroom?” she suggests. “Actually, that’s probably too intimate since we’ve… yeah…”
“Since we’ve had sex in there? There’s really no need to be like that, we’ve fucked in almost every room of this house at this point.”
She’s a bit taken aback by your comment.
“Sorry, that was incredibly inappropriate of me to say–”
“No, actually,” she cuts you off softly. “I’ve been thinking about it as well, I won’t lie.”
She flashes you another pained smile.
“Come on,” you stand up. “I agree, this feels like we’re about to sign work contracts.”
“Work contracts…” IU repeats quietly as she stands up.
Your throat tightens immediately. That was entirely unintentional. What you want to say is ‘no, I didn’t mean it like that’, but you can’t. Like, physically, you can’t speak. It’s taking a frightening amount of physical and mental control to hold back fresh tears, so speaking isn’t exactly an option right now.
Instead, you just silently walk with IU through the hallways. She’s obviously trying to avoid looking in your direction – it’s probably for the best – and the walk feels incredibly uncomfortable. You’re pretending not to notice the fact that she’s also very clearly on the verge of tears.
As the two of you arrive at her bedroom door, you stop walking and reach for the handle.
“Not in there,” IU grabs your wrist.
“Hmm?” you raise your eyebrows.
She shakes her head and guides you down the hall to the second bedroom. Inside, there are clothes sprawled all over the floor, random unorganized piles scattered throughout the room, a complete mess. In the middle of the room, a full-sized bed covered in pillows.
“I haven’t been able to fall asleep in the old one,” IU explains.
“We’ll have to get this organized,” you comment casually as you follow IU to the bed. “You can’t live in these conditions, come on. You’re IU, not homeless.”
“Homeless? Do you have any idea how much these piles are worth?” she laughs.
Hearing that definitely brought back memories.
“More than my entire net worth, I’m sure, and I also know they’re probably worth more after you wear them.”
You really gotta stop making these types of comments, your brain just keeps forgetting you’re not together anymore.
“Great business idea,” she walks over to the bed and pushes the pillows aside to make room. “But I could never.”
You join her at the bed. “Why not?” you lay down next to her.
“Because,” she turns to her side, resting her head against her hand, a small twinkle in her eyes. “I’ll never do anything like that again.”
“That’s…” your words falter and you let out a sigh. “Not really the same thing, and also I wasn’t trying to imply…”
“It’s close enough, and I don’t ever want to feel that way again.”
You stare at her, really get a proper look at her, for a moment before responding.
“I can’t help but feel like it’s not really my business either way, not anymore. And it was just a very out of touch joke–”
“Why isn’t it?” she asks, tone a bit harsher than probably either of you expected, spilling out a bit of the hurt behind her words.
You take a second to think about it before answering truthfully.
“I don’t want to say I don’t care what you do. Honestly, because I do.”
“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?”
“Because, we’re not… we’re not a thing anymore.”
“I get that,” she raises her voice before catching herself and calming back down and trying again. “I get that, but we don’t have to… you can still care about these things.”
“I didn’t come here to reignite our relationship, I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I was.”
“I’m not asking you to take me back!” she raises her voice again but this time doesn’t correct herself. “I’m just… I don’t know… I guess I still want you to care?”
“It’s not that I don’t ca–”
“So why did you come back?”
“Uh,” your mind goes blank again.
“Is it for your stuff? I don’t believe it for a second. We both know I could’ve had it delivered, or you could’ve just picked it up when I wasn’t home, or I could’ve just sent you enough money to replace it all… or… or… yeah…” she quickly blinks back tears before sighing deeply and wiping her face. “I’m being a fucking idiot. You obviously came back to get your stuff, that is totally and completely reasonable…”
You don’t respond. Not because you don’t want to, rather you simply don’t know how. You didn’t really think it through, what it would feel like to be face to face with her again, and it’s brutally obvious how unprepared you are.
“Look,” IU sighs deeply and her face burns bright red. “Can we restart this conversation? I’m really sorry for getting so emotional, it’s just been really tough.”
“It’s been tough for me as well, please don’t apologize,” you say. “I get it, this is difficult for me as well, even if it doesn’t look like it.”
“It does.”
You recoil a bit, not expecting the response.
“I just mean your eyes,” IU explains, “they’re a bit red.”
“Ah, right, must be allergies.”
She lets out a little exhale and smiles at you, that familiar smile, the one that always makes you feel a bit fuzzy inside.
“Look, I don’t really know what I want to happen,” you start slowly, “but I just felt like I needed to come and talk to you.”
“Oh,” her eyelids flutter and her lips quiver. “Well, you’re here now.”
“Yeah,” you reply awkwardly. “I’m here.”
“You are.”
“I am.”
“Right,” she purses her lips and looks away.
It’s so fucking awkward, you hate this. You hate this so much. You want to just run away, get out and never look back, but your brain has other plans. After all, you’re already here…
“I think…” you mumble, “do you think… fuck this is really difficult.”
“What is?” she turns back to you with curiosity and concern – maybe a bit of fear as well.
It’s stupid, you’re not even sure if you want what you’re thinking, and you’re even less sure if you should bring it up. The truth is, you want her. You’ve been mulling it over for a week now, if you could ever accept it back, if she would even want you back, and honestly you’ve been unsure.
Until now. There’s this feeling, this inescapable feeling, you’re not sure how to make sense of it. What you do know is that it feels like the right thing to do. You don’t even know if you’d ever fight for a relationship the way you feel like you should fight for IU.
Oddly enough, you’re not even scared of the risk. Your gut isn’t just telling you not to be scared, it’s convincing you that there’s nothing to be scared of in the first place. It’s illogical to say the least. On paper, she broke your trust, but your mind isn’t as fixed as you thought it would be.
You’re struggling to make sense of it, but maybe you don’t have to? Maybe you can just trust your body, trust your gut, maybe it just knows something and sees something you’re missing.
Or it’s a huge mistake.
Then again, you’re already here.
“Do you think that maybe, maybe we should try again?” you can’t believe how fucking stupid it sounds as it leaves your mouth.
IU is equally as shocked, apparently. She’s staring at you, and you’re pretty sure you can hear her heart beating. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been this nervous… maybe the first time you met her?
“Are you serious?” IU finally responds.
“I know it might be a mistake,” you consider your words carefully. “But I can’t help but feel walking away would be an even bigger one.”
“That’s–” she stops to cough and clears her throat. “That’s absolutely insane.”
Your heart sinks.
“But if you’re serious, I feel the exact same way,” IU clarifies quickly.
Suddenly, your heart’s racing. You’re feeling a little lightheaded, and you’re actively trying to control your breathing.
“I know,” IU offers a kind smile, “I feel the same.”
“Is this… a mistake?”
“It might be,” IU admits. “But I’m willing to risk it if you are.”
You hesitate and take a proper look at her.
“Fuck it, baby steps, let’s see what happens?”
—
“I’m glad the food ended up decent, I haven’t been here in a while,” IU smiles across the table.
“For some reason, I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” you drop your spoon into the glass ramekin and lean back.
“You think it was too much?”
“Normally, yeah,” you chuckle. “But you’re IU, that kinda changes things. I can’t say I have much experience being on dates with girls who can afford to book a whole restaurant.”
“Honestly, it’s more status than money,” she laughs as she licks her spoon clean.
“Still as hot as I thought it would be. Actually, that might just make it more attractive.”
“I’ve actually been thinking about it ever since you brought it up, just never got around to planning it.”
“Hey now, if I remember correctly, you’re the one who suggested it.”
“Only because you were obviously bored of my dining table.”
“Oh trust me, I never got bored of your dining table.”
IU tilts her head back and laughs. The sound is more precious than anything in the world right now, and she’s absolutely glowing under the dim, candlelit glimmer. As her laugh dies down, you’re both left smiling at each other.
“Maybe I’m not supposed to say this,” IU begins softly. “But this feels incredibly natural.”
“Of course you can say it, and I agree,” you respond. “Honestly, I never would have expected it to go this well.”
“Oh.”
“No, not like, I just meant–”
“Relax, I know what you mean,” IU giggles. “I guess I’m just pleasantly surprised.”
“We probably shouldn’t get too ahead of ourselves though, right?”
“No, I agree,” IU nods and her smile slowly fades. “Do you think we should talk about what happened?”
“Right now? You think?”
“The staff is still cleaning up, I don’t think it’s too inconsiderate for us to stay a bit longer? At least until they’re done with the dishes,” she gestures towards the open-concept kitchen behind you.
“I’m sure they’d stay open all night if you asked.”
“You’re probably right,” she flashes a brief smile before her expression drops once more. She bites her lip and furrows her brows. “I see the face you’re making.”
“If we want any chance of this to work, I know we have to talk about it eventually…”
“But you’ve been having a good night so far,” she purses her lips. “I know, trust me, I wish we could just enjoy it for what it is…”
“Unfortunately, we can’t,” you sigh, “I’m aware it’s not possible.”
“It might be, but I just think it’s probably best to rip the bandaid off?”
“You’re probably right,” you agree, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. “Well, um…”
IU smiles warmly and nods, and she waits for you to continue.
“It obviously hurt, finding out what you did,” you admit. “I don’t think that’s a secret though.”
“No,” IU responds softly. “I picked up on that much.”
“But also, regardless of how I felt in the moment, I treated you like absolute shit that night.”
“It’s justified, what I did was–”
“No,” you interrupt. “It’s not justified, that was awful of me and it doesn’t reflect how I feel or think about you at all. I am so, so incredibly sorry about how things went down.”
“That’s not fair,” her voice shakes. “I’m the one who’s in the wrong, not you.”
“That doesn’t mean what I did was fair, I don’t know what got into me. I never would have believed I could treat someone like that, let alone someone I loved.”
Her lower lip begins to quiver. Her eyes well up, but no tears fall. She sniffles once, blinks a couple times, and takes a deep breath.
“You know,” IU starts steadily. “Everything that went down that night, everything you said to me, about me, I never felt like you went too far or that it wasn’t justified.”
“It wasn’t–”
“Please just listen to me,” she cuts you off and takes another deep breath, continuing after you give her a nod. “I knew what I did was unforgivable. I knew it the moment it happened. I’m not justifying it, I’m simply explaining it,” she takes another deep breath. “I don’t know how to explain what it felt like. I felt like I had no option, truly, the amount of pressure cannot be explained.”
You wait patiently for her to finish, never once breaking eye contact.
“I had a realization after it happened, I knew right there before I even told you that I just made the biggest mistake of my life, but it was too late,” IU continues. “I realized the contract didn’t matter, not more than you. Not even close.”
Your throat tightens.
“I never finished the deal, not that it changes anything obviously,” she quickly wipes her eyes with her napkin. “Probably the most important deal of my entire career, but I let it go–”
“Why?” your voice comes out scratchy.
“Regret? I guess?” she shrugs and lets out a little pitiful laugh. “I felt the most empty inside that I have ever felt in my life, I didn’t care anymore. Didn’t really want that reminder.”
Sounds familiar.
“Please don’t take it the wrong way, I’m not saying it undoes what I did,” she picks up her spoon from earlier and grips it until her knuckles turn white. “Nothing ever will, I understand that.”
“I didn’t say…” you mumble as your gaze drops to her hand.
“We both know you’re thinking it, and, for what it’s worth, I don’t even disagree,” she smiles through the obvious pain. “I don’t deserve forgiveness, I know that.”
You look up into her eyes again, at a loss for words.
“And then, the most insane part of it all, the part I literally couldn’t talk to anyone about even if I wanted to,” IU says as a tear falls down her face. “The way you took me, used me, it… fuck this is embarrasing… I loved it.”
Your leg jolts, slamming into the table and earning you a few curious glances from the kitchen. IU ignores it completely, still locked on your eyes as you cough and clear your throat.
“That’s right,” IU whispers, leaning forward on the table. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. To stop craving it. Nothing even comes close.”
“I’m… are you…”
“Maybe that’s why I didn’t feel like it wasn’t justified,” she says slowly and deliberately. “Because I fucking loved it, I couldn’t even think straight.”
You’re at an absolute loss for words, just frozen in place, staring at her. You’re not entirely sure if this is real.
“I know you enjoyed it,” she leans back in her chair again. “Using me, fucking me to tears and then some. Did you not?”
She’s right. You obviously feel terrible, but there’s truth to what she’s saying. She knows it, too, there’s no point in denying it.
“Maybe I did,” you answer, trying to keep your voice low enough to avoid the staff. “But are you sure you wanna talk about this here?”
“No, I don’t want to talk about it here,” IU continues a bit too casually for your liking, “I want you to come back to my place and take me again.”
Your heart drops. Surely, you misheard her. There’s no way.
“That is such a bad idea for so many reasons–”
“Why?” she interjects firmly.
“Because…” you stammer before quickly freezing.
There are a million reasons in your head screaming that this is a bad idea, but for some reason you can’t come up with a single one. It’s the pressure, she put you on the spot, that’s it. Just because you can’t think of a reason, it doesn’t mean there isn’t one.
Right?
“Even if our relationship is broken beyond repair,” she continues calmly – maybe a bit too calmly, “ we know for a fact we’re compatible physically. What’s stopping you? I’m telling you straight up, I want it.”
“If anything, just for your own self respect–”
“I don’t care!” she slams her hand on the table, indifferent to all the stares coming from the kitchen. “Even if this doesn’t work out, I know damn well you want to fuck me at least one last time. So, do it. Let it all out on me. What’s there to lose?”
This can’t be real. This girl is clinically insane.
You can feel your heart beating in the back of your throat, it’s consuming you. It almost feels like you’re about to faint, or throw up, or both, or just die on the spot.
Yet, for reasons that you can’t explain, you’re seriously considering it.
Just walk away, don’t play this game, nothing good can come of it. The date never should have happened in the first place.
If you accept and things don’t work out, those scars will never heal. If you thought it was bad before, it’ll be worse.
Why are you still considering it?
Is she even serious?
That look, so unwavering, there’s not a doubt in your mind she’s serious.
But why? How? She has to also know this is an awful idea, right?
Honestly, sex has crossed your mind a few times tonight. Like when she put on that dress. Or throughout the dinner whenever she would laugh. You’ve been considering it a possibility. The fucked up part of your mind has secretly been wishing for something like this, to take IU at least one last time, even if she hurt you.
Just, not like this. Out of all the times you’ve fucked IU, all the ways she could want you to take her again, you never in a million years thought she would want to go through it again like that night.
Do you even have it in you?
Look at her. She’s unabashedly beautiful. Do you really have the ability to be that rough with her again? To use her like… what was the word? ‘Fuckmeat’? There’s no way.
But you didn’t even know you had it in you the first time.
“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath.
—
It’s obviously a mistake.
Before you even comprehend what you’ve really agreed to, you find yourself sitting in IU’s car driving felony speeds back to her place – it’s a miracle you’re not sitting in a jail cell right this moment. You park in the middle of the driveaway and run to the door.
As soon as you walk in, shoes and jackets go flying off in random directions and you both rush towards the bedroom. Everything is such a blur ever since you left the restaurant and this is no different.
“I’ve already cleared my entire day tomorrow,” IU says as she tosses her phone aside. “If needed, I’ll clear the next as well.”
You enter the familiar bedroom behind her, a bit surprised to see it’s exactly how you remember it. The only real difference is when you walk up to the bed and see IU’s assortment of toys spread across the sheets.
“None of them felt the same, unfortunately,” she picks up one of the plugs and admires it. “That craving, that lust you left me with. I haven’t been able to forget that night, and how it felt to be used in that way. I’ve tried, trust me, it’s all I use this room for now.”
“I…”
“I’ve always been the one in control,” she continues, placing the plug back into the case and setting it aside. “You’re the only person I’ve ever been with who was willing to use me,” she turns and stares you directly in the eyes. “What was it that you called me? Fuckmeat? Everyone’s fuckmeat?”
“I didn’t–”
“Don’t you fucking dare get soft on me now,” she reaches forward and grabs you by the balls. “You broke me that night. Did you know that? I felt pleasure that I didn’t know existed. And you’re going to do it again. You’re going to break me.”
You don’t even know how to respond. Is there even a response fitting? You still think this is probably a huge mistake. It doesn’t help that all the blood in your body is rushing between your legs, making it difficult to make sense of much other than how hard she’s gripping your balls.
“That face you’re making,” IU laughs at you. “You think I’m an absolute freak.”
“A bit, yeah,” you groan.
“That’s right,” she digs her nails into your balls. “Say what you’re thinking.”
“I don’t…” you squirm as her grip tightens. “I don’t know–”
“You loved calling me one that night,” she whispers as she leans closer to your face. “Say it. Say what you said that night.”
“IU, you’re…” you reach for her wrist but her grip tightens. “Fucking let go, please!”
“Say it.”
“Let go of me you fucking slut!” you gasp.
She immediately lets go and you drop down to your knees. IU, smiling ear to ear, crouches down as well and wipes the tear off your cheek as you massage the sharp pain between your legs.
“Yellow means pause, red means stop,” she says calmly. “Makes sense?”
“What?”
“If I say ‘yellow’, it means you’re pushing too far,” she clarifies. “If I say ‘red’, we stop. Same goes for you, obviously. Got it?”
“Y-Yeah,” you nod, still recovering, still feeling like she was a second away from popping your balls in her hand.
“Good,” IU grabs your face and forces you to look into her sharp, unwavering eyes. “Unless one of us says the word, from now on, until we leave this room, I’m your slut.”
Slowly, you get up from your knees, staring at IU the entire time as she stays put on the ground, looking up at you. She sits there patiently, waiting for you.
You cup her cheek with your hand and look down at her. “Is this really what you want?” you ask softly. “Last chance to back out, we can forget–”
“We live in the moment,” she says firmly. “Forget the past, forget the future. It’s just you, me, and whatever happens in this room tonight.”
“No one else in the entire world ever hears about tonight. No matter what happens after.”
“No one,” she repeats. “And this has no bearing on what happens, we’ll figure everything else out together.”
“Okay,” you take a deep breath.
“Unless I say the word, I promise I can take it,” she whispers, determined. “Do anything you want with me. Don’t hold back.”
“Alright,” you glide your palm across her cheek slowly. “Just promise me if it’s too much, if I hit your limit, you’ll say the word, alright?”
“You won’t–”
Her words get cut short as you swiftly bring your palm across her face, the slap echoing through the bedroom. She’s holding her cheek, looking up at you in shock as she slumps to the floor.
But you can see it in her eyes – it’s excitement.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you say calmly, grabbing her hair and sitting her up onto her knees again. You yank her hair so that her neck bends backwards, face pointed directly up at you. “Don’t get overconfident, now.”
“I’m not,” her voice cracks from the anticipation.
“Are you nervous?” you step over her body and grab her face with both hands. “You’re shaking.”
“No.”
“Good,” you stare down at her. “I don’t want you to be nervous. I want you to be my… what’s the word again?”
“Your slut,” she mumbles in response.
You bring your palm to her cheek again, not nearly as hard as the first time, it’s mostly performative. “I didn’t hear you,” you release her face and tug her hair once more, holding her in position.
“Your slut,” she repeats with vigor.
“Better,” you say softly, giving her hair a small tug, craning her head back farther. You open your mouth slightly, building up a bit of spit before letting it drop directly onto IU’s face – she flinches hard and shuts her eyes as the spit hits her skin. “My dirty little slut, oh how I’ve missed you.”
“And now I’m yours, only yours,” IU replies, ignoring the spit sliding down her face.
“Not yet,” you let go of her hair and let her crumple to the floor in front of you. “Take off that dress first. It’s far too pretty for a slut like you.”
The corners of her lips curl up just enough for you to notice, but she quickly controls herself. She knows better than to show how much she wants this, she has to keep up the act – it’s only the beginning.
As soon as she begins to stand up, she’s shoved back down to the floor, landing on her knees with her hands holding her up.
“I said strip, not stand.”
She pauses, glaring up at you in disbelief as her chest heaves up and down with each sharp breath passing through her. For a second, it almost looks like she’s debating her choices – as if she has any.
“Sorry,” she gets off her hands and bows her head down before slowly taking off her dress.
You walk right up in front of her, crotch in her face, and rest a hand on the top of her head. “Good girl,” you run your fingers through her hair. “Let’s not make any mistakes when it comes to listening, alright?”
She nods up at you as you rip the dress away from her and toss it aside, leaving her in nothing but a matching pair of underwear.
“Matching lingerie?” you comment, squeezing her cheeks between your fingers. “And look how soaked your panties are.”
It’s true, they’re practically dripping. You let go of her face and reach for her bra, tearing the fabric off her skin and tossing it aside, indifferent to how much the fancy set probably cost. You give her a look, and she understands immediately, removing her panties as quickly as possible.
You hold your hand out and she hands them to you. Then, you press the soaked garment to her face, rubbing her against her skin a bit before pushing against her lips. She opens her mouth and lets you stuff the panties in while breathing deeply through her nose.
After admiring her puffed out cheeks for a moment, giving them a small pat, you unbutton your shirt and pull it over your head, tossing it aside. You gesture towards your belt and wait as IU reaches up to undo your belt. Your pants and underwear drop down to your ankles together and you kick them aside.
IU’s saliva starts spilling out the corners of her lips, through the soaked panties, and dripping down onto her chest. You smirk down at her as you grab your cock and plop it down on her forehead.
“I can see it in your eyes, so desperate, so pathetic,” you taunt as you press your cock against her face, rubbing it all over. “I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting too long,” you sigh before reaching down and easing the panties out of her mouth.
A fresh wave of spit flows freely down her chin and onto her body, but she makes no effort to wipe it away. She lets the mess build up, indifferent to it all, waiting for you with an open mouth.
Before tossing the panties aside, you wipe them across her face again, spreading her spit all over. Then, you slip two fingers into her mouth and let her suck them clean, pushing deeper until you feel her gag. You withdraw your hand, tapping your index and thumb together to admire the strands of spit connecting between them.
You give yourself a couple of strokes, wetting your shaft with her spit, and then you take the base of your cock in your hand again and slap it against her cheek, watching her shut her eyes and her head recoil. You do it a couple more times before bringing your cock towards her mouth. She opens wide, as wide as she can, and you press forward until your entire cock is in her mouth.
At first, she shows obvious signs of struggle, but you ignore them as you grab the back of her head, forcing your cock deeper down her throat. You push and push until her nose is pressed flat against your crotch, and then you push more. You can feel the tension, her whole body is tight and flexed as she desperately tries to open her mouth wider.
After holding your cock down her neck for a few seconds, you let go completely, letting her back up all the way and catch her breath.
She collapses to the floor, hunched over on her hands and knees, coughing and spitting all over the hardwood beneath her. Each subsequent cough is more violent than the last.
You step in front of her to close the gap and spin a ball of her hair around your fist as tight as possible before yanking her head backwards. The intent, however, is not to hurt her; It’s still mostly just for show, in reality you’re a lot more delicate than it would look like from a spectator. The real goal is to gauge how she’s doing.
As you stare into her crimson, tear-soaked eyes, you get your answer. She’s not just enjoying the treatment, she’s desperate for it. You can read her perfectly, you see that glint behind her pupils. If she could beg you to keep pushing, she would – but that would ruin the illusion.
And she has no interest in that.
No, none at all. Not while you’re in this room with her. This room, she’s made exceedingly transparent, is not for soft love. It’s not even for rough sex. This room is for the highest level of deprivation, a place where Korea’s princess is reduced to nothing more than an object of your pleasure.
Then, as if you need more confirmation, IU winks at you and lets the corner of her lip twitch in the most subtle way possible. That’s it. Outside of the safewords, that’s as far as IU will threaten the facade. She quickly composes herself, staring up at you obediently, waiting for you to do whatever you want with her next.
“I don’t remember you struggling so much before,” you say casually as if it’s an everyday act while letting go of her hair and letting her slump back to the floor.
“You’ve never gone that deep before,” IU croaks, quickly coughing to clear her voice.
You crouch down in front of her and lift her head by the chin so that you’re face to face. Carefully, you run your hand against the side of her cheek until your palm is flat against it. Then, in one swift motion, you let your palm recoil before bringing it down against her.
“Why the fuck do you think you can talk back to me?” you ask, as calmly as possible.
“Sorry–”
“No,” you rise to your feet again. “That’s not how you apologize.”
She looks up at you and her mouth instinctively opens.
“That’s the little slut I know,” you smile down at her. “Glad to see you haven’t forgotten your favorite trick.”
This time, she knows to stay silent – and she does exactly that. She sits there on her knees, mouth open wide, eyes fixed on yours, waiting. She would take anything from you right now, in any way you give it to her. Her desires are only what you want from her, nothing else.
You step closer and grab her head with both hands before easing your soaked cock into her mouth.
“Don’t close your eyes this time,” you say softly as you push in again. “Loosen up that fucking throat, we’re not stopping until you can take it all. Cock and balls.”
While making sure not to rush, you let your tip slowly ease in and prod the back of her neck before you pull back. Each movement is slow and calculated. You pull back until just your tip is inside her mouth. After waiting for a second for IU to hollow out her cheeks and give your hole a few licks, you ease back in, still moving excruciatingly slowly.
You repeat the movement a few more times, making sure she’s entirely comfortable taking your entire length with each thrust. You’re still moving carefully, pushing your hips and pulling her head simultaneously, but now you’re starting to speed up just a bit; Enough for your balls to swing into her chin.
Slowly but surely, she’s getting comfortable. The little flinch whenever your cock hits her throat doesn’t exist anymore. She can take it easily now. Thrust by thrust, the resistance disappears, and an excessive amount of her spit begins dripping off her chin, adding to the mess that she refuses to wipe.
The only sign of struggle shows when you give her one final thrust, doubling the strength of it. You smile as she flinches, shutting her eyes tight for just a split second before blinking the tears out of them.
“That’s the little slut I remember,” you ease your cock out of her lips and rest it flat against her face again.
She takes the moment to gasp for air, but you only give her that short moment of reprieve before pressing her balls against her lips.
“These next,” you say, pressing them against her mouth. “Kiss them. Show my balls how much you love them.”
Of course, she obliges and immediately presses her lips into your balls. She’s thorough, making sure to plant a hundred little kisses, not missing a single spot. At the same time, she reaches her hand up and wraps it around your shaft, using her fingers to slowly rub your tip in a little circular motion.
“Open up,” you instruct, grabbing her hair again, batting her hand away.
She tilts her head back and opens her mouth as wide as it can go, and you slip it back in. You bend your knees a bit, pushing deeper until your cock is fully engulfed by her mouth once more.
“Wider,” you grunt, slapping her cheek.
She strains her jaw, taking it all the way to her physical limit. Saliva is spilling out the corners of her mouth freely, she’s making little gagging noises, but she’s still fighting to open her jaw as per your command.
You push your hips forward slowly, feeling it out until there’s just enough room for your balls to slip into her mouth. You hold steady with cock and balls both fully inside IU’s mouth and watch as her face drains of color slowly.
Her whole body is tensing up again and tears start spilling from her eyes, but she stays as composed as she can. She ignores the teardrops sliding down her face adding to the mess on her body, and she ignores the suffocation while she waits obediently for you.
After a couple of seconds, you release her completely, a little bit worried that she actually can’t breathe.
She drops down to her hands and knees, gasping for breath, and this time you let her. You give her a minute where all you do is simply admire her body. So slim and clear, tiny yet so capable, the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen, gasping for breath after choking on your cock.
“Up,” you instruct, and when she takes just a second too long to react, you crouch down and bring your palm to her cheek again – this time you actually put a bit of force into it, enough to at least leave a little sting.
You grab her head with both hands and move your hips forwards. She opens up and lets you push your cock halfway into her mouth.
You’re staring down at her, mouth spread around your shaft. With both thumbs, you wipe the corners of her eyes, then you grab her head once more and start pumping your cock into her mouth.
She lets out a muffled squeal before relaxing her body and letting you fuck her face with ease. There’s almost no resistance now, your cock is sliding freely all the way into her throat. She takes it and takes it, never pulling away, just sitting there on her knees with her mouth stuffed.
After giving her a few rougher-than-normal pumps, you stop. You hold your cock halfway in her mouth again before dropping another glob of spit onto her face. She recoils, but with the grip you have on her hair, she can’t move much. You let another one land on her face before slowly easing your cock out of her.
You ball her hair up in one hand while grabbing your base with the other. You give her a quick yank towards you and start smearing your spit across her face with your cock. Every inch, you make sure every single inch of her pretty little face is glistening with your saliva, only then do you bring your cock to her lips again.
She opens up and you enter back in. This time, you turn to the side and push against the inside of her cheek. You push hard, stretching her face out as far as it goes. Then, you give her a few pumps, admiring the bulge.
After fucking one side, you pull back and give her cheek a slap before doing the other. You’re rough, holding her hair firmly to keep her in place despite how much her face is being stretched. You can feel the tug against her scalp.
Once you’re content with the other side, you center yourself again and press hard into her throat. You grab her head and shove it back and forth against your cock, keeping your hips steady in place. You keep going, on and on, ignoring her gagging, ignoring all the spit flowing from her lips.
You can see her starting to lose strength, and the second you let go of her she collapses back to the floor, hunched over on all fours sobbing softly, desperately catching her breath.
“You look so good, bent over like that,” you start pumping your cock slowly. “That’s what I want next, bent over just like that.”
She looks up and nods, ignoring the tears in her eyes, and begins climbing onto the bed.
“Not on there,” you grab her waist from behind and push her down to her knees, accidentally slamming her against the side of the bed. “First, you have to earn it.”
“How?” she turns back to look at you over her shoulder, quietly rubbing her side where her body hit the bed frame.
That one felt bad, truthfully, you have a feeling it really hurt. You’re so close to apologizing, and it must show on your face because IU can see right through you. She shoots you a look, one that tells you that if you even think about apologizing right now, she’d probably murder you.
There’s an uncanny level of understanding between the two of you. She seems to understand exactly what you’re thinking, and you feel like you understand exactly what she’s thinking. Silent communication, yet still so apprehensible.
So, you let it go, quietly making a mental note to be a little more careful with her.
Instead of apologizing, you bring your palm to her ass, the loud crack ripping through the air. “How do you think?” you say as you spread her with one hand. You slide your thumb back and forth against her tight little asshole. “I don’t even want to know how many people have used this now.”
“No one,” IU snaps, turning around fully to glare at you, this time there’s real anger behind her eyes. “Only you.”
“Is that so? Should I believe you again? It’s been a whole week, for all I know–”
“Yellow,” she mutters.
You lean back.
She quietly wipes the corner of her eye. “I’m fine, go as hard as you can, even if it’s in my ass.”
“Then why–”
“Just please don’t talk about anyone else touching me. Don’t even imply it,” she explains, genuine tears pooling up in her eyes.
Her expression feels like a dagger, straight through your heart. You feel your heart rate hasten.
It hurts so much to see, because these aren’t the same tears. These aren’t the tears that come out when she’s gagging on your cock or when you bring your palm to her soft skin. These are real. Emotional pain that is far worse than anything you could ever do to her physically.
“I’m sorry,” you reach forward to wipe her eyes but she bats your arm away.
“That’s it,” she snaps at you. “Now, slap me, hard.”
“IU-”
“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” she says, tone sharp – a bit scary, even. “Hard. Now.”
Without thinking, you obey. The sound of your palm on her face echoes through the bedroom, followed up by a soft whimper. You take a deep breath, collecting your thoughts and preparing to get back into the right mindset.
She’s holding her cheek as the skin reddens, breathing heavily through an open mouth. Then, she moves her hand away and looks you right into the eyes.
“Again.”
That’s one way to get back into it, but there’s a nagging feeling in the back of your mind and you’re still a bit worried about hurting her.
So, instead of striking her face again, you grab her and spin her around, bending her over the edge of the bed.
“You don’t get to choose what I do,” you hiss before slapping her ass, and again, and then another three or four times. You figure this will satisfy her without really hurting her. The skin is still burning hot though, and you give her one last – slightly harder – spank before gripping her ass with both hands.
This is where you feel your body tense up. You’re lined up right behind her, tip pressed against her tight little asshole, but you’re frozen.
That night a week ago, you’re back.
The way she screamed when you took her in the ass. That beautiful, angel-like voice of hers, twisted into that blood-curling shriek.
You can’t do it.
A tear slips down your cheek before you even realize you’re crying.
IU begins to turn her head to look over her shoulder, but you quickly bring your palm down to her ass where it’s already burning red hot.
“Impatient fucking slut, who said you can turn around?” you say firmly despite the tears spilling from your eyes.
“Sorry,” she moans, giving her hips a slight wiggle against your cock.
You take in a deep breath and wipe your face dry.
“Beg for it,” you mumble quietly under your breath.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear–”
“I said fucking beg for it,” your palm echoes against her ass again.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Please what?” you say, but you can hardly hear your own words over the sound of your heart beating in your ears.
“Please fuck me in the ass!” she cries out.
You can’t do it.
Your grip on her ass falters and you back your hips up. Your mind’s racing, trying to find a solution, trying to keep the facade alive for her sake.
“No,” you say softly before standing up and stepping onto the bed. “You don’t get what you want tonight.”
IU, while still bent over the edge of the bed, watches you intently. She’s visibly confused, but you can see the trust in her eyes.
“Come here my little slut,” you spread your legs wide and make room and wait for her to crawl up to you. Then, you grab the back of her head aggressively and pull her into a kiss.
Even after it all, she still tastes as sweet as you remember. For a moment, you close your eyes and forget where you are, forget the history behind the room, and all you think about is how IU makes you feel; However, the moment doesn’t last long. As soon as the kiss ends, the feeling fades and you let IU revert back to being your glorified cocksleeve once more.
“Alright,” you sit up with your back against the headboard. “This is your only chance to cum.”
Her eyes light up.
“Don’t waste time,” you reach up and lay your palm slowly against her cheek, admiring the face she makes as she waits for the slap that never comes. Instead, you just give her a tiny pat before lifting your arms up behind your head. “Be a good little slut and ride my cock. Work for what you want.”
She quickly lifts up one leg, more determined than ever, and reaches down for your cock. She lines your tip with her entrance before looking back up at you and placing both hands on your shoulders.
You feel your cock slowly spread her open as she moves inch by inch all the way down. An overwhelming urge shoots through your body, and all you want to do is grab her hips and fuck the absolute life out of her – but you hold back.
All you do is watch intently, keeping eye contact the whole time as IU carefully lifts her body up and then back down. That tight squeeze, she engulfs your cock in warmth, using her hips to absolute perfection.
She keeps it slow, deliberate, and eye contact unwavering. Every inch of your cock being used, felt, and appreciated inside her as her expression slowly softens. All the pain quietly washes away with each bounce on your cock.
It’s obvious when you look past the mascara you ruined earlier that she’s desperately fighting the mental whiplash you’re giving her – from the intensity earlier to this, she obviously wasn’t prepared. She’s still very clearly hesitant to let loose completely.
Still, her pace quickens, mouth hanging agape now, and she finally allows little moans to escape her. She lets her guard down just a bit, but she knows at any second you can rip the moment away from her.
Then, to confirm what she already knows, you reach your arm around her body and slap her ass hard before digging both hands into her cheeks.
She gasps, but keeps riding, even adding small circles with her hips now.
Her pussy is squeezing tighter, leaking all over your thighs. You can tell she’s getting close – as if the moans weren’t enough of a giveaway. Her body feels fucking amazing now, and soon you’re also finding yourself dangerously close.
Out of nowhere, a fresh wave of emotion shoots through your spine. Your face burns up, and as you watch IU with her eyes closed about to cum on your cock, you just feel a sudden urge to cry again.
But you can’t. Not right now.
You dig your fingers into her hips and quickly spin her around so that she’s laying flat on her back. Your cock slips out of her and her eyes shoot open. She’s breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down as she stares at you in disbelief, but you don’t give her more than a second to make sense of it all. In one quick motion, you line yourself up again and press your cock deep into her pussy.
She screams out, eyes clenched again, back arched towards the roof. Her pussy clamps down hard against your cock as you give her every bit of strength you have. Her legs spread wider, and you quickly hook your arms under her thighs.
You lean deeper over her and start pumping your hips as hard and fast as you can. Everything is shaking, unsteady and a mess. IU’s scream crescendos as her pussy gushes against you. You press in some more, folding her completely until her legs are almost behind her head, and slam your hips even harder.
It doesn’t take you much longer before your cock starts throbbing, ready for release. You quickly let go of her legs, letting them crash back down to the mattress as you pull out of her warm pussy. You jump to your feet and rush towards her face before kneeling down in front of her.
You grab her hair and roughly tug her face in front of your cock with one hand, while quickly taking hold of your shaft with the other. It only takes about two seconds before the first spurt lands directly against her face.
She shuts her eyes tight again – right in time as a streak of white lands on her eyelid – and she opens her mouth.
A shot lands directly on her tongue, but before the next can join, you pull her head towards your body. You slip in and she immediately tightens her lips around your cock as you start unloading right down her throat.
You push in deeper, all the way.
She starts gagging.
You answer her panic by pushing forward until her jaw opens enough for you to slip your balls into her mouth again.
Tears are streaming down her face through her clenched eyelids, making a mess of her already-ravaged mascara.
But she holds on. She fights through the discomfort until you feel the final few dribbles of cum drop down her throat. It probably felt like an eternity for her.
Slowly, you pull back, cock completely drenched and leaving strings of mess connecting it to her face. As soon as you let your cock slip out of her mouth, IU lets a violent cough echo through the room. You give her a bit of space as she turns around onto her stomach, gasping for air.
She starts spitting on the bed, desperately coughing your cum out of her lungs. After the coughing subsides, she balls up with her knees to her chest and quietly sobs into the sheets. It takes her a few minutes before she finally sits up and turns to face you.
You take a look at her sweat-stained body and nod towards the door. She silently agrees and you take her hand, walking her out of the room. As soon as you step into the hallway, you let go of her hand and turn to face her.
“Are you alright?” you quickly pull her into a hug.
“Yeah, I’m good,” her voice is croaky and strained as she returns the hug.
“I didn’t go too far right? Did I–”
“Relax,” IU pulls back from the hug and holds your arms, smiling up at you. “If you did, I would have said the word.”
You pull her back into the hug, squeezing as hard as you can, trying to get past the overwhelming amount of emotion you’re feeling.
“I know,” she says gently, patting your back.
Eventually, after probably a few minutes, you slowly separate from her body. With one hand, you push her hair out of her face and cup her cheek warmly in your palm. “Does it hurt anywhere?” you ask.
“Fucking yes,” she laughs before coughing again. “My throat feels like it’s on fire.”
“Sorry,” you slide your hands down her body and massage her ass cheeks softly.
“It’s fine,” she winces as your fingers push into her skin. “But I think my ass is bruised. How’s my face?”
“Couldn’t be more perfect,” you smile at her. “Come on, let’s take a look.”
You pick her up carefully and walk her back to her living room before very gently placing her on the couch.
“Ah,” she jolts.
“Sorry, tender?”
“It’s not unbearable, but yeah, a bit,” she strains an answer before turning around. “No bleeding anywhere, right?”
“No,” you push down on her lower back so she’s laying flat on her stomach. “I’m going to grab some ice packs, sit tight.”
“Wait,” she turns to her side and reaches out to grab you.
Her fingers are digging into your wrist, the grip she has is painfully tight. It’s not just a ‘wait’ type of grip, it has this conviction that you were unprepared to feel.
“Yes?” you crouch down next to the couch so that you’re face to face with her.
“Can you get it up one more time for me?” she whispers.
Unbelievable.
This girl is unbelievable.
After all that, after leaving her body bruised and beaten, she’s still not satisfied? You’re starting to think you’ll never be able to indulge her desires. She might be too much for you.
“You mean like, you wanna go back in?” you reply hesitantly. “I’m not sure if…”
“Oh, no,” IU lets go of your wrist and lifts herself up to her hands and knees. “Not in there. Out here.”
She notices your hesitation.
“Can we not think about tomorrow, like, just put that on pause and only think about tonight?” she asks quietly. “Please?”
“That’s not the issue,” you shake your head. “Trust me, the only reason my brain is functioning right now is because I’ve convinced myself this is all a dream.”
“Is it the bruises?” she asks with a warm smile.
“It’s different in the room,” you nod. “In there, I’m doing it for you, with you, for us, whatever. You know what I mean, but out here I… I don’t want to see you hurt.”
“I know you don’t,” IU rises from the couch. She takes a few, brief moments to simply gaze into your eyes before slowly leaning forward and pressing her lips to yours.
You feel a bit frozen, accepting the kiss but struggling to return it. Even when you feel her soft hands on your shoulders, it’s still hard to hold back how you feel. You can’t escape that gnawing feeling inside your chest as it threatens to rip you apart from the inside.
Then, as IU slowly pulls her lips away, you suddenly feel your heart start racing. You instinctually grab her before she can move too far, and you kiss her again. This time there’s no trepidation, you hold her face softly with both hands and press your mouth as deep as you can.
She stumbles backwards before you catch her, and she grabs onto your body for support. Quickly pushing back into you, returning the heat of your kiss twofold. She moans into your mouth, greedy and desperate for your touch, slowly pushing you backwards.
There’s a loud thud as your back slams into the dining table. You quickly break off the kiss as both of you take a look at each other. Then, as if choreographed, IU jumps up into your arms and you spin around, sitting her on top of the table and pressing your lips to hers again.
The kiss continues, this time far more intense than ever before. She starts digging her fingers into your back, and then she slides a hand up to your nape, pulling you in as close as possible.
Your hands end up on her waist as your bodies squish together. Her skin, still damp from her sweat, emanates the most comforting heat you’ve ever felt in your life. You find yourself leaning forward more and more, desperate and addicted to her touch, and soon you’re bending over her body until her back presses flat against the tabletop.
By the time you stop kissing her, both of you are intensely out of breath. You’re both gasping for air as you hold yourself right above her, eye contact strong enough to cut diamonds.
“What if…” IU pants, pausing to take two deep breaths. “What if we do it like this?”
She lifts her legs straight up and you step back to give her a bit of room.
“Forget about the room for now,” she whispers, spreading herself wide. “For me.”
“Babe–” the word slips out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.
“Please,” she ignores how visibly flustered you are by the slip-up. “In my ass, slowly. I can’t explain how good it feels.”
She sees you’re still a bit shaken by the mistake and places her legs on your shoulders. You have to step closer to support them, and your cock ends up resting on her pussy. She reaches for your shaft and presses it to her skin as she moves her hips back and forth.
“We can talk about it later, I promise this doesn’t have to mean anything more if you don’t want it to. Just live in the moment,” she whispers quietly. “Is that fine?”
Truthfully, your mind is mush right now. You can’t even consider thinking straight when your entire body feels like it’s being electrocuted each time your tip grazes IU’s folds.
“Yeah, fine,” you mumble, heart racing faster than ever. “Let’s do it.”
“Thank you,” IU smiles up at you as she presses down on your cock, lining it up with her ass. “Be gentle?”
You nod in response, heart still thumping in your ears. As carefully and slowly as possible, you start to ease your tip into her slowly.
It’s as fucking tight as you remember. Yet, while still so tight, it seems to accept your cock without difficulty. You inch in some more, melting at the gentle moans escaping her mouth, legs buckling at how undeniably divine her asshole feels as it accepts your cock.
“That’s it,” she takes a sharp inhale, closing her eyes as you make the final push. “Fuck, that’s so nice.”
“Tell me if…” you grunt and start swaying your hips back and forth.
“Perfect,” she moans. “It’s perfect just like that. Keep doing… yeah…”
Her hand slips between her legs and she starts rubbing her clit slowly.
You lean forward a touch, fixing the angle into her tight ass. All you’re trying to do now is match her, to make it good for her – but it’s so much more difficult than expected. Your hips are struggling to hold back. She just feels so good. Her asshole is so fucking unreal.
Every couple of thrusts into her, you feel your body twitch, yearning for more. It’s a vicious cycle of losing control and holding back. As amazing as her body feels, you’re doing this for her, and you have to keep reminding yourself that. It’s what you really want. It’s what she deserves.
She suddenly screams, letting the melodic ‘fuck’ ring through your skull. Her body arches up and her hand speeds up. “Keep going,” she cries out, “please keep fucking going.”
You’re trying.
While maintaining the tempo to the best of your ability, ignoring the sweat dripping off your forehead, you lean even deeper over her body, really pushing the flexibility of her legs. You wrap your arms around her thighs, keeping them in place, and palm both of her tits.
Another scream.
She’s close.
Her body jolts after one particularly hard thrust, but you don’t give her even a moment to think about it before thrusting into her tight little ass again, and again, and again. At the same time, you take hold of her nipples between your fingers, pinching down on them.
She cries out again.
You pinch harder, then you let go. A few hard thrusts, and then another pinch, anything and everything you do right now is working. You can feel it, her body is accepting everything.
Her entire everything is squirming on the table, quivering at your touch. She’s losing her mind, you’re watching it in real time. Her eyes shut tighter, mouth hangs open, one final little gasp comes out and her body freezes. She tenses up, a little bit rushes out of her pussy, and tears spill through her clenched eyes.
“Oh… fuck…” she moans, quietly under her breath, legs squeezing together against your body. “Fuck, oh fuck.”
She throws her head back, arching her body as far as it can go, and her legs slip off your shoulders. You grab them before they slam against the table, lowering her slowly, cock still deep inside her asshole.
“Thank… you…” she gasps, her chest heaving up and down and her legs dangling lifelessly off the edge of the table. “Just give me… a few seconds… then you can… inside…”
“It’s alright,” you plant soft kisses across her sweat-stained abdomen and let your cock slip out of her, still throbbing and ready to blow. “You’ve already done more than–”
“Shut up,” IU cuts you off, suddenly sitting up and staring directly into your eyes with an unexpected fire behind her pupils. “I fucking love you.”
The sudden shift has you taken aback, stunned momentarily. You try to form the words, some sort of response, but all you can do is stammer, confused and overwhelmed.
“It’s fine if you can’t say it back,” she continues with the same passion. “I understand, but it doesn’t change anything. I love you.”
This time, you don’t even get a chance to reply as she hops off the table and lunges into your arms, kissing you deeply before you can even react.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispers, holding her face just inches away from yours. She kisses you again, and her hand reaches down to your cock. She backs up, grip tightened, face full of determination and lust. “You can do anything to me. Anything at all. I’m yours.”
“I…” you choke on your own spit while IU swiftly drops down to her knees.
She doesn’t hesitate for even a second before wrapping her lips around your tip; She sucks down hard, swirling her tongue slowly, cheeks entirely hollowed out, hand stroking your length meticulously.
“My throat? Is that what you want?” she releases with a pop, those gorgeous eyes looking up at you, hand still stroking. “Or do you want my pussy? It’s so wet. I’m so wet, for you.”
“IU…” you reach down and pull her up from her knees.
“Do you want my ass again?” she moans into your face. “Take it. It’s yours. Drag me by my hair back into the room if that’s what you want. I don’t care. Do anything with me.”
“No,” you shove your mouth to hers, initiating the kiss yourself this time. “Don’t talk like that. Not out here,” you gasp breathily into her mouth before pressing forward again.
Out of all the times you’ve kissed IU tonight, this one is by far the best. Not just the longest – although it feels like an eternity together – but by far the most tender.
After the initial shock quickly wears off, IU begins leaning into it. Her hands latch onto your face before combing her fingers through your hair. Her tongue wraps around yours while she breathes into your mouth. She moves closer, as close as physically possible, pressing her soft skin against yours. Balanced on one leg, her other wraps around your waist.
You quickly grab under her thigh, holding her body right up against yours. Your other hand wraps around the back of her neck, squeezing softly into the soft muscles while you push your tongue deeper down her throat. You don’t ever want to let go of her.
Then, mouth still pressed to hers, you lower yourself down to the floor as your legs give out. You hold her close the whole way until you’re flat on your back with IU right on top of you.
She breaks apart the kiss for a second to reach back between your legs and grab your cock. Her touch alone almost sends you over the edge, you’re throbbing in her hand, and the one little pump she gives you spills a glob of precum out of your tip.
Somehow, you manage to hold back, just long enough for her to slip it in.
Really, that’s almost literally as long as you can manage. As soon as she lowers herself onto your body, it only takes about three seconds before you feel it. You gasp out, practically scream out, and IU quickly presses her lips to yours again.
Your whole body goes numb, all you can feel is your cock pulsating inside IU’s soft, warm pussy. That, and the kisses she’s leaving on your lips. It might just be the best orgasm of your entire life, it has you in genuine tears.
IU doesn’t care about anything other than your pleasure. She’s grinding her hips, matching each gush of cum shooting into her pussy, somehow timing it to perfection. At the same time, she won’t stop kissing you, holding you, spilling emotions right into your heart.
It’s overwhelming.
It almost hurts. Your cock is quickly turning sensitive, shooting its final spurts deep inside her. You’re frozen, out of breath completely, laying there lifelessly as IU continues to kiss you. She won’t stop, not that you want her to, obviously.
And that’s when it hits you. When it really hits you. With IU’s body wrapped in your arms, with her still kissing you, with your cock slowly losing life inside her, you realize you don’t just want to drag this moment on for a bit longer – you want this moment to last forever.
Fresh tears spill out of your eyes, and IU notices. She finally stops kissing you, and the look she’s giving you… that look is everything.
“You are…” you try speaking but you quickly choke up.
“It’s alright,” she smiles at you, eyes glossier than ever before. “Take your time.”
You reach up and cup her face in your hands gently.
“I fucking love you so much.”
Her eyes immediately spill, tears land on your face before she can wipe them away. Without missing a beat, you reach up and pull her close, holding her tight in your embrace. Each breath, each gentle little sob, you can feel it reverberate through your skin, through your entire body.
The warmth and safety you feel right now, it’s all you want. That hole you’ve been fighting inside your heart all week, it finally feels like it’s full again.
You feel… complete.
“I don’t deserve you,” she whimpers against your body.
“That’s not true,” you mumble in response before releasing her from your hold.
She lifts herself up, and you follow her lead, sitting up so that you’re face to face with her. She places her hands on your shoulders while yours find her hips.
“How bad of an idea do you think it would be?” she asks in the tiniest voice imaginable.
“Probably the worst decision we could ever make,” you smile.
She giggles nervously before biting her lower lip, brows furrowed above her glassy eyes, waiting for you to continue.
“But…” you hesitate, feeling the fresh emotions building in your eyes. “What I am sure about is that I still love you.”
“And I love you,” she whispers, slowly leaning in.
You pause right in front of her face as your foreheads touch.
“This is such a mistake,” you mutter.
“I know.”
She waits patiently for you to keep going.
“I tried to walk away once,” you take a deep breath and close your eyes, “wasn’t a big fan of that.”
“Neither was I.”
You feel her lips press against yours, hesitant, certain, scared, and excited all at once. You’re still not entirely sure if it’s the right decision, but you’re equally unsure if it’s the wrong decision.
But you’re tired – exhausted trying to make sense of it.
You’re just going to do what feels right, even if it feels wrong.
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A/N:
Bit of an Inception spinning top ending maybe? Let's just say whether or not they get back together is up to interpretation.
Anyway, that’s it, this story is done and I have no intentions to ever come back to it. Rereading the previous parts multiple times to get back into the headspace to write this plot was rough. Fun journey for sure, I hope it meets some level of expectations because I know some of you definitely had high hopes for this one. If it doesn't, I apologize and hope my future posts satisfy!
“Unnie! Unnie! No! Let me go—unnie! Get off me! Unnie!”
In the endless mental fog, all I could hear were Wonyoung’s screams, echoing through my broken thoughts like bullets ricocheting off those dark, soulless walls that must have seen and heard so many sinful secrets.
“Wonyoung-ssi, please calm down,” a man pleaded. “The VIPs are watching.”
“Let her go…” Wonyoung’s cries faded into a hollow, broken sound, making it impossible to tell if she was being dragged away or just ran out of air. “Please… let her go… Unnie… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
I wanted to speak. Scream until my throat tore apart. Reach for her, run to her, hold her.
But I couldn’t.
Not when my body had already forsaken me.
Not when my mind couldn’t even decide who to run after.
The love of my life—or the person who gave me hope when there was nothing left to live for?
The crowd fell into waves of whispers and murmurs. My limbs still refused to listen, and all I could do was crane my neck, just enough to notice Yujin’s trembling lips dancing between her pink blindfold and a collar that looked like it was dying to brag about once belonging to her.
Yujin.
I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.
I should’ve never let you come here with me.
And then came the clicks; the rhythmic, sharp sound of heels striking the floor.
A single female figure emerged from the shadows, moving confidently into the spotlight before stopping right in front of Yujin’s bare, exposed body.
“Yujin-ah,” the woman said, in a soft, tender voice. “It’s been quite a long time, hasn’t it?”
“S-sunbae-nim?” Yujin asked in a ragged whisper. “Is that really you?”
I forced my head up. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as I squinted through the blinding glare of the overhead lights until the silhouette sharpened.
IU… is the Queen of Clubs?
She didn’t wear a mask—just like Suzy, there was a golden crown on her head, and her black dress absorbed all the light from the stage like she was purposely shielding Yujin from the glares both above and below the stage.
“You’re so brave, sweetheart,” IU said gently, cupping Yujin’s face.
“Sunbae… I… I’m s-sorry,” Yujin choked out, leaning into the touch as if it were a life raft in a sea of despair. “I’m so sorry…”
“What could you possibly be sorry for?” IU whispered, reaching up to untie Yujin’s blindfold, letting the fabric drop to the floor.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough back then.” Yujin’s tears slowly slid down her cheeks as her vision cleared. “I’m sorry I disappointed you.”
“No. You made me so proud.” IU brushed the tears away with her thumbs, her own eyes glassy with a reflection of her pain. “And standing here today, I’m still so proud. You sweet, loving girl. You strong, brave, brave woman.”
“I was burned, sunbae,” Yujin reminded her, her voice shaking as she cried. “I was a failure. I let you down. I let everyone down.”
“You weren’t burned, Yujin. You were traded,” she corrected, her gaze as loving as a mother’s. “Your sister bought the world with her own life and gave it back to you.”
Yujin shook her head in either disbelief or denial. “No. That’s impossible. He told me that Wonyoung had to replace me because I didn’t qualify.”
“That’s a lie, unnie!” Wonyoung yelled from the shadows. “It wasn’t your fault! Don’t say that!”
“It was my fault. I ruined everything for her. I wasn’t good enough and she suffered because of me. There’s no one to blame but—”
“No! That’s not true! It was—”
The Dealer clapped his hands loudly, cutting them off. “An Yujin is the only former Ace to ever make a comeback, ladies and gentlemen!” he announced, as if he wasn’t even mildly interested in hearing what they had to say. “This is her first and only Blackjack Auction—as her time as an Ace was cut short due to… very heartbreaking reasons.
“You see, An Yujin was drawn into the House of Clubs with great promise to become their newest rising star. But our dearest Jang Wonyoung… our lovely Jang Wonyoung… made the most noble decision…” He paused dramatically to let the room hold its breath. “To switch places with her beloved sister...”
“Unnie, don’t listen to him!” Wonyoung begged, her voice cracking.
The Dealer paused, pressing a gloved hand to his chest as if the memory physically pained him. The rowdy cheers of the crowd died down, and were instead replaced by a heavy, intrigued silence.
“It is a tale as old as time,” he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper that echoed through the silent hall. “As you may know, the House of Clubs is known for its most unforgiving physical demands. Its intensity. Its ruthlessness. When the cards were drawn two years ago, it was An Yujin who held the Ace of Clubs. It was An Yujin who was destined to be the face and pride of IVE.”
He began to circle Yujin slowly, and all I could see from below was his shiny dress shoes clicking against the stage floor.
“But Wonyoung… oh, our sweet, precious Wonyoung,” the Dealer sighed, a sound of mock mourning. “She couldn’t bear the thought of her beloved childhood friend being forced to take such a heavy burden upon herself. She couldn’t stand the idea of Yujin’s spirit being crushed under the weight of such… unrealistic expectations. So she begged the Kings. She pleaded on her hands and knees, offering the only thing she had of value—herself.”
The audience was quiet. The only sound in the room was Wonyoung’s sobs leaking out from the distance.
“W-Wonyoung…” Yujin’s legs gave out, and she sank to her knees. “W-what is he talking about…?”
Yujin’s voice trembled in disbelief. “You… you begged them…? Why…?”
“I just—”
“Why did you do it?” Yujin’s voice rose, cracking with a mix of grief and a heartbreaking rage. “Why would you do something so stupid? Why?! Tell me!”
“I couldn’t take it! I saw the videos! I saw what they did to you!”
Yujin’s tears ran down her face. “V-videos? How? What videos? Who showed you?”
“Manager Choi!” Wonyoung cried, her spirit visibly breaking under the confession. “I saw how much you struggled, Unnie. I saw it with my own eyes—I couldn’t—”
“And so you suffered in my place?!” Yujin yelled. “I’m your unnie! I’m your leader! It’s my job to protect you!”
“No!” Wonyoung shook her head frantically, her hair whipping around her face as she reached out one last time. “It was never meant to be you! They told me everything—they planned to—”
Her voice was abruptly cut off, smothered behind a gloved palm as the staff members finally forced her back into the shadows.
“Wonyoung?” Yujin asked, voice cracking with fear. “Wonyoung?!”
The silence that followed was more devastating than any screams, leaving Yujin kneeling alone in the spotlight with the truth that finally laid bare and bleeding on the stage.
“A life for a life! A soul for a soul!” the Dealer shouted, throwing his arms wide as if unveiling a masterpiece. “She offered to take Yujin’s place! She offered to bear the burden of being the Ace alone, to submit to the House of Spades—the highest, darkest, and most demanding court of them all—if only they would set Yujin free!”
He stopped directly in front of Yujin, tilting his head with a cruel, demented smile.
“And so they did. Yujin’s card was burned forever, and Jang Wonyoung ascended into our world to become the perfect High Ace of Spades you all know and love. Our Wonyoung took every bruise, every command, and every night of degradation so that her sister could remain untainted.”
The Dealer let out a dark, chilling chuckle that pulled every hair off my skin. “But destiny, my friends… oh yes, destiny always collects its debts. Tonight, the cards finally come to collect what is owed.”
He snapped his fingers; the sound echoed like a gunshot, silencing the world around me. “Show us the results!”
My vision swam, the harsh stage lights piercing through the sweat and tears stinging my eyes as I forced myself to blink.
John, are you still out there?
I’m sorry I ruined everything.
You tried to help us, and I messed it all up.
I’m not like you. I’m not the hero of this story. Of any story.
I have nothing to offer. Nothing to give. All I have is her.
It was like the weight of the entire world was lifted from my shoulders. My body dropped to the floor, every muscle fiber instantly letting go.
“My goodness!” the Dealer exclaimed, his voice pitching higher into a state of manic glee. “Six Jokers have come out to play tonight at half-time! An absolute treasury of chaos!”
The silence of the revelation was instantly shattered.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Three Jokers? For a half-time show?” a man from the front row screamed, his gold mask slipping as he stood up in outrage. “For a girl who isn’t even an Ace anymore? This is a joke! A farce!”
“It’s madness!” a woman shrieked from the back. “We wasted our high cards for nothing!”
“Hey Nine! You’re crazy! You’re insane!”
“This was orchestrated to rob the decks!”
But their greed was mere white noise compared to the sound coming from the wings.
“No! Take me instead!” Wonyoung begged, falling to her knees, tears dripping past her blindfold. “Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll take double the VIPs! I’ll do two rounds! Just let her go! Please, just let her go!”
“No!” Yujin yelled. “Don’t you dare!”
“Unnie, no! You can’t! You don’t have to do this! This isn’t your life anymore!”
“And taking my place was never supposed to be yours!”
“No! I won’t allow this!”
“You don’t have a say in this!” Yujin cried. “It was my choice!”
“Why?” Wonyoung shouted. “Why would you choose this? Why would you?”
The Dealer leaned into his microphone, his breathing hard and heavy like a predator savoring the scent of blood. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he purred, his eyes fixed on Wonyoung. “The bond of sisterhood. Isn’t it just… delicious?”
“You promised!” Wonyoung shrieked, her voice cracking as she fought against the arms restraining her. “You all promised you wouldn’t touch her! I did everything you asked! I gave you everything!”
The Dealer didn’t answer her. He simply stood there, basking in the anguish that no amount of money could ever buy.
It was then that I finally understood—this was the true currency of the Auction. Pain. Suffering. Despair. All masked behind a fancy veil of Blackjack and playing cards.
This was the sick, twisted game that the King of Spades lived for.
“A round of applause for Table Nine, my lovely patrons,” the Dealer finally announced, his voice booming with excitement. “For the legends who have surrendered not one, not two, but three Jokers for our beautiful An Yujin.”
He paced back toward Yujin, his shadow falling over her like the cloak of a grim reaper. “But it appears we have ourselves a bit of a predicament,” he mused, tapping a gloved finger against his chin. “Without allegiance to a House, their face cards would be meaningless—like a set of master keys without any locks to open.”
He leaned down, his mask inches from Yujin’s ear. “My dear,” he said, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly soft register. “Your duty to the House of Clubs was written on a card that has long since been reduced to ash. It would be most unfair to force you to represent a ghost of the past.”
He turned back to the audience, his eyes glinting with a new, wicked inspiration. “So folks, how about we let An Yujin choose her own House tonight?”
The audience roared again, a thunderous sound that shook the very foundation of the building.
“For the first and final time in this history—in this sacred moment—let us give her the agency to decide her own destiny!”
The applause was deafening, and the words echoed across the room like a death sentence wrapped in celebration.
But from the darkness behind us, three additional female figures began to emerge. Their heels clicked in perfect unison, echoing through the hall like a countdown.
They stepped into the light, each one draped in floor-length gowns that shimmered like jewels in the stage light.
“How poetic,” said a woman in a bright red shoulder-less dress, “The Ace who was forgiven… can’t seem to forgive herself.”
She slowly stepped before me—or rather, before Yujin. I couldn’t see her face from the angle, but something about her cold, sharp voice and her long, wavy hair felt so eerily familiar.
“An Yujin, we finally meet,” another woman in red joined in. “We’ve heard so much about you.”
Yujin’s eyes widened, shaking with disbelief as they darted back and forth between the two of them. “Y-Yoona sunbae-nim? You’re… the Queen of Hearts…?”
Yoona nodded lovingly, as if they had already known each other. “I don’t know why you’re here, but come with me,” she said, her expression itself was a mask of sympathy. “His Majesty will protect you tonight.”
“Sunbae—I-I—”
“Come home, Yujin-ah,” IU said, holding Yujin’s hands to lift her to her feet. “Remember, in the House of Clubs, there are no victims, only performers. Our stage is a canvas, not a cage. Choose Clubs, and spread your wings again. The freedom from our House is a privilege that can never be bought or sold.”
“Sunbae…”
“An Yujin,” the Queen of Diamonds joined in, her voice like ice cracking under a winter moon. “I’ll say this once only. Diamonds are formed under the kind of pressure that would crush any human spirit.
“We do not offer freedom, and we certainly do not offer love. There is only power, and power comes from value. Total, undeniable worth that no man or woman can dare to take away from you. Will you choose to be a gem of utmost resilience, or are you still a little girl who cries for a hand to hold? Will you beg to be saved or shine brightly when facing the cruelty of this twisted world?”
The Dealer carefully watched the exchange, tilting his head like a curious bird. He didn’t speak. He didn’t dare interrupt the Queens. He simply basked in the tension, knowing that whatever Yujin chose, the house would always win regardless.
Yoona moved in from the other side, her red dress flowing like a river filled with rubies as she reached out, fingers hovering just inches from Yujin’s trembling hand.
“Choose love, Yujin-ah,” she whispered, her voice soft and warm like a sanctuary within the cold room. “In this transactional world, love is the only currency that doesn’t leave you with nothing. Love is the light that will guide you through the deepest darkness, the shield that will shatter the storm before it even touches your skin. Choose Hearts, and we will break the chains of this nightmare together. You’re not a soldier, you don’t need to fight anymore. Allow yourself to be cherished in all the ways that you deserve.”
“An Yujin,” Suzy’s voice cut through the air—sharp, harsh, and definitely unmistakable. “I won’t convince you to choose our House. You’ve seen what we are. Not anyone can become a Spade. Our grit was paid for by pain and sacrifice. By blood and tears.
“But a Spade doesn’t hide from the bruises. We turn them into armor. Our unwavering spirit was not given at birth—it is the brutal result of discipline, a choice made entirely by oneself, and a perseverance that defies all hardships. You can choose Hearts and walk through the night safe and sound. You can choose Clubs and relive the past that you was taken from you. Or you can choose Diamonds to mask your weakness with power—and call that strength.”
She leaned in, her golden crown glimmering like a halo of thorns.
“Or, you can choose Spades if you want to know what it means to truly be alive in a world that makes you wish you were dead. The choice is yours. In this wretched life, you can either crumble and fall, or play the hand that you were dealt. So trust your gut, but choose wisely. Choose yourself.”
“My, my, my,” the Dealer chuckled, clapping his hands together slowly. “What touching speeches. Truly, I am moved. To see the Queens fighting so passionately for a single soul… it really warms my heart.”
He stepped back, giving Yujin the stage as if he were handing it to her.
“But the clock is ticking, my dear. Please make your choice. Our lovely patrons await your word with bated breath.”
“Go back to your House!” a man roared, slamming his fist against a table. “It’s where you belong! Show us that Clubs performance!”
“Hearts! Choose Hearts, An Yujin!” a woman shrieked, her voice high and frantic. “You deserve better!”
“Diamonds! Choose Diamonds! Don’t let them ruin you!” others countered, their chants clashing in the air like waves hitting a cliffside.
“Spades! Spades! Spades!” The chant started in the back and rolled forward like a ritual. “Receive the punishment you deserve, An Yujin! You’ve been running for two years! Accept your fate! You know you want to be punished for your crimes!”
I looked toward the audience as my vision blurring in and out, somehow managing to catch sight of John. He wasn’t chanting. He wasn’t even smiling. He simply sat there, watching Yujin closely, casually tapping his watch while giving her a single, slow nod, as if he was ready, no matter what decision she made.
After a long moment, Yujin straightened her spine. The trembling in her lips stopped. She looked at IU, then Yoona, then the Queen of Diamonds whose face I still couldn’t see, and finally lingered on Suzy, who watched her carefully with sharp, piercing eyes.
“I choose,” she said, her voice clear and devoid of any hint of fear. “The House of Spades.”
The silence that followed was deafening, but it didn’t last. The audience erupted—not in applause, but in a predatory, primal howl.
Wonyoung’s scream was the only thing that pierced through it; a sound of absolute, soul-crushing heartbreak that shredded my own into a hundred pieces.
The Dealer’s smile was visible even through his mask—a wide, sinister grin of triumph. “It’s been decided,” he whispered, though his voice carried to every corner of the room. “Long live the House of Spades.”
Team 9 x Yujin:
x1 Jack +10
321 (₩3,210,000,000)
“A Jack? Only one Jack?! They played three Jokers to clear the field just to play a single Jack? This is an insult!”
“They’re mocking us! They burned the highest cards in our decks to steal this girl! We wasted our bids for a performance that’s being stifled!”
“Where are the Kings?! You pay three billion won just to let a Jack handle her? What kind of cowardice is this?!”
“A once in a lifetime performance and this is how you choose to play it?!”
The Dealer let out a sharp, rhythmic clap that cut through the rising tide of chaos. “Gentlemen, gentlemen! Please, restrain your frustrations! It’s unbecoming of such distinguished guests. Now, believe me, I understand your frustration. To see six Jokers exit the decks only to be followed by the humblest of face cards… it feels like a slap to the face, doesn’t it?”
He stopped and spread his arms wide, addressing the entire room with a flourish of his silk coattails.
“But let us not forget the fundamental law of this sacred Auction! The victor is the author of the night. Whether they choose to play an army of Kings or a mere Jack, it is their choice—bought and paid for with a sum that is nothing to undermine.” He gestured toward the screen, where the 3.2 billion won figure continued to pulse. “Table Nine has won the right to dictate the terms of this round. If they wish to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut, who are we to argue?”
The chatter persisted, but the Dealer’s tone hardened.
“In this room, money is the only morality. And in this round, Table Nine has spent the most of it. The results are clear. An Yujin has chosen to serve the House of Spades. They have chosen a Jack. And as per the rules of the Auction, these choices are absolute. If any of you felt so strongly about the performance, you should have played your Jokers when you had the chance. But you didn’t. You held them for a greater purpose, and now you must watch the show as it was bought!”
He turned his back on the crowd and looked down at me, his smile returning, wider and more jagged than before. “Our Jack is ready, and our new Ace is waiting. Let us proceed!”
The lights cut to black, severing the past and present into two, leaving only the afterimage of his mask burned into my mind. In the sudden darkness, the air felt suffocating like it was heavy with the scent of lust and fear.
“Are you able to perform, Jack?” a voice asked from the shadows behind me.
My body moved before my mind could catch up, forcing myself to my knees. “Yes,” I stumbled.
A gloved hand materialized from the dark, presenting me with the silver tray like a floating limb. I grabbed a couple of the yellow pills and threw them into my mouth, swallowing them dry in one painful gulp, no longer having any luxury to hesitate or even question how many I’d already taken. They scraped against my throat like broken glass, leaving a bitter trail that made me gag after tasting it so many times, but I forced the nausea down as the person behind me gave me a final, firm shove toward the curtain.
I stumbled my way into the blinding white spotlight. The world screamed at me; colors became too vivid, sounds amplified into a chaotic roar, all while dozens of masked figures sat in the darkness beyond the stage like a gallery of lions waiting to be fed.
But then I saw her. And once I did, it was all I could see.
“Yujin!” I called out, running towards her before realizing my legs were moving.
Yujin’s body jerked, as if my voice had physically struck her. “Wonbin?” she asked, turning around.
She leaped into my arms, nearly knocking me to the ground. My hands desperately wrapped her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. The familiar scent of her hair and the perfume that still clung onto her skin sent me into a nostalgic daze.
Hell and home somehow became a single place.
“Yujin-ah,” I choked out, burying my face in her neck as I held her tightly. “Are you okay?”
She pulled me even closer, her nails digging into my flesh. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” she whispered rapidly, her breath hot against my ear. “I’m okay, Wonbin. Don’t worry, hey—breathe—breathe—I’m okay.”
“Y-you’re okay,” I said, the relief so overwhelming my knees finally gave out. I sank to the floor, dragging her down with me until we were kneeling together in the spotlight. “Thank god you’re okay.”
“Wonbin-ah,” she whimpered, her hands clutching the back of my head, fingers twisting into my hair. “I was so scared. I thought I’d never see you again.”
“I’m here,” I murmured against her skin, lips brushing the pulse that fluttered wildly in her throat. “I’m right here.”
The Dealer clicked his tongue dramatically. “Well would you look at that… a pair of lovebirds. What were the odds? Or did Team Nine know this was coming? Folks, it would appear that this may end up being great entertainment after all…”
Yujin frantically patted my face and my shoulders, as if checking for wounds. “Y-you’re a Jack of Spades?” she stammered. “What on earth happened?”
“They told me to join the game,” I panted. “Or else Mingyu would get what he wants.”
“He already got what he wanted. He led us straight into their hands.”
“I know. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault—I should’ve—”
She shook her head, eyes already watering. “No, it’s okay. It’s fine. We’re both okay.”
“No. It’s my fault that you’re back on this stage. It’s my fault that you became an Ace again.”
“Wonbin-ah,” she said, holding me still, forcing me to look at her. “Listen to me. It’s okay. I’m here with you. So it’s okay. If it’s with you, it’s okay.”
“Why did you pick Spades? How did you know I was here?”
“I didn’t know,” she breathed. “I took a gamble. I trusted my gut like Suzy sunbae said to. I—I think she—I think she tried to give me a clue. Right before I chose, I saw her quickly glance at John before he nodded at me. I thought I was just imagining things, but it worked.”
“John really saved us again,” I said, pressing my forehead against hers. “I don’t even want to imagine what would’ve happened if—”
“Don’t imagine,” she said, rubbing her nose against mine. “It didn’t happen. We’re together again.”
I held her tightly, terrified that letting go for even a second would make her slip away from me again. “Yujin, I was so scared to lose you.”
She smiled, but it wasn’t out of happiness. “You can never lose me,” she said, brushing my hair. “I’ll always be here next to you.”
For a fleeting moment, the audience didn’t exist. It was just us, two shipwrecked survivors clinging to each other in the eye of the storm.
But the silence didn’t last. The peace wasn’t real. It wasn’t an option. It never was.
As I held her, the relief washed over me in a hot, dizzying wave that wouldn’t stop. It kept rising, filling me up with a vengeful lust that I couldn’t control.
And I felt it in her, too.
Her skin was burning up against mine. She wasn’t just trembling from fear; she was vibrating. Her heart was hammering against my chest so hard it felt like it was trying to sync with the erratic rhythm of my own.
I pulled back just an inch to look at her. Her pupils were blown wide, swallowing the dark brown of her irises, and a flush was visibly creeping up her neck. Her lips were parted, breath coming in shallow pants that hit my skin in hot puffs.
“Yujin,” I breathed, my voice sounding like I’d been screaming for hours. “You’re burning up.”
She let out a shaky breath. “They gave me those pills. It’s been so long since I’ve had them. I feel weird, Wonbin. My skin feels hot. Everything is... so hot.”
“Me too,” I said, physically feeling the yellow pills rewiring my brain—all while Yuna’s pills still lingered like a vengeance.
Whatever sweetness was left in the moment began to rot. The concern I felt for her was mutating, twisting into a desperate, starving need that I couldn’t settle. The way she was looking at me—longingly, lovingly, with those big beautiful eyes that saw right past my soul—snapped the last bit of rational thought I had left.
My hands, which had been gently holding her waist, tightened on its own. I squeezed her flesh, feeling my fingers dig into the soft curve of her hips.
“Yujin,” I hissed through my teeth, the sensation of her body against mine sending what felt like actual electric shocks through me. “I feel so weird. I think I’m losing control.”
Yujin didn’t pull away. Instead, she moved closer, a soft moan escaping her throat that sounded nothing like the girl I knew.
“Touch me,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a desperate plea. “Touch me, please?”
“They’re watching.” I swallowed, but not resisting. “Everyone can see us.”
“Just do it.” She grabbed my wrists, forcing my hands harder against her body. “We have to give them a show anyways, don’t we?”
“I don’t want to,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t want them to win.”
“It’s okay.” She squeezed herself over my hands. “If it’s with you, I want to. I want to show them. I want them to see what it’s supposed to look like.”
“Yujin,” I breathed, her touch forcing the hair on my arms to stand. “I don’t know when it started, but I think I—”
“Me too,” she said in a hush.
“What?”
“You don’t have to say it,” she said softly, brushing my hair. “I already know.”
“Y-you do?”
She nodded, pressing her forehead against mine. “I’ve felt it for a long time now.”
It was like a switch had flipped without our consent. Somehow, we weren’t just two scared captives anymore; we were two magnets snapping together.
“I want you,” she said, nodding assuringly. “I really do. I want you right now more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
I didn’t need to hear any more.
With just those words, I crashed my mouth onto hers.
My tongue forced her lips apart, and she met me with equal force, her arms locking around my neck, pulling me closer until there was absolutely zero space left between us.
“Wonbin,” she gasped against my mouth, breaking the kiss just to bite my lower lip. “I need you. I feel like I'm going to explode.”
“My body is moving on its own,” I growled, my hands sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. “I can’t control myself. Those stupid pills—they’re making me—”
“You don’t want me?” she whimpered, breathless. “It’s only because of the pills?”
“No—it’s not that—”
“I want you,” she said, lunging forward, grinding herself against me. “Even without those stupid drugs, I still want you. I can’t stop wanting you.”
The crowd, the cameras, the masks—they all dissolved into mindless static. The only thing that existed was the fire in my veins and the girl writhing in my arms, begging me to ruin her for everyone to see. And I was about to oblige.
“Yujin—I—”
“You’re so hard,” she said, gasping as she found me between our bodies, feeling every inch of my length. “I’ve never felt you this hard before…”
I hated that the yellow pill was doing its job terrifyingly well. My erection was borderline painful, a throbbing pressure that demanded more of everything—but mostly, her.
“That feels so good,” I moaned, my head falling back as she stroked me slowly.
My hands roamed all over her body, as if taking the time to remind itself of the familiar softness and shape before finally slipping in between her thighs.
She was completely drenched in a way I’d never felt before.
“Yujin—you’re so wet,” I whispered, feeling the wetness seeping into my fingers before I even touched her skin. “Oh my god.”
“So are you. You’re dripping pre-cum everywhere,” she said in between breaths, spreading it all over me. “You’re making a mess.”
“You’re flooding my fingers,” I said, breaking the kiss to bury my face into the side of her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone, tasting the salt on her skin, while slipping my fingers right into her.
“I’m going crazy,” she said, moaning loudly. “I want you so bad, Wonbin-ah. I want everyone to see how much I want you.”
“You’re so beautiful, Yujin,” I slurred, running my tongue all over her soft breasts. “Everything about you is so beautiful. I’m crazy about you.”
“I’m yours,” she said, weaving her fingers into my hair, tugging me closer. “All of me, it’s all yours. Just take it. Keep it.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. I dropped forward and pried her legs apart, pressing my face between her thighs to clean up the glistening ocean that coated her flesh, her taste making my new spin more than any drug ever could.
“Oh my god—” she shrieked, her legs bucking instantly the moment I sucked on her clit. The scream was torn from her throat, and her body shook violently against my face, her inner thighs clamping around my head like a vice.
She shuddered in my arms, her juices soaking my chin and lips. “Oh my god—this feeling—I forgot how it felt until now…”
But I didn’t stop. Whatever was in my system wouldn’t let me. Was it really even the pills causing me to follow its orders? Or did they just unlock something buried deep inside me? It was like my own desire was a runaway train, fueled by the taste of her release.
I kept going, my tongue working relentlessly against her folds, cleaning up the waves of her orgasm. At the same time, I slid two fingers deep inside her, curling it upwards as I continued licking her clit in circles.
“Wonbin, wait—hold on—ah!” she gasped, but her hands told a different story.
She grabbed her own tits, squeezing them roughly. It wasn’t a gentle caress—it was frantic, almost self-punishing.
“More,” she sobbed. “Keep going—it feels so good—oh god—I’m gonna come again—”
She continued grinding her pelvis against my face, chasing the rising lust between us while her hips kept snapping in a chaotic rhythm.
“Fuck—don’t stop—aaah!” she cried.
Before she could catch her breath, I grabbed her hips and flipped her over.
She landed on her hands and knees, presenting herself both to me and the silent, hungry audience beyond the lights. The view was devastating. Her entrance was completely soaked and glistening, still twitching in the aftermath of her orgasm.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I buried my face between her cheeks, my tongue diving straight for her other hole.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed, her back arching so hard her I was afraid her spine would pop.
I licked her from behind with a desperate hunger, tasting every inch of her holes. Her scent was more intoxicating than I remembered, sending me into a euphoric high that no drug could ever emulate.
Yujin reached down between her legs, rubbing herself furiously, her hand moving in a blur as she ground against my face, her moans turning into a continuous, high-pitched yelp that filled the room.
“Wonbin-ah,” she wailed, her head thrashing side to side as my tongue swirled her holes without mercy. “Please. I need it. I need you inside me right now.”
I pulled back, breathless, my face completely wet with her juices. “Say it. Tell them what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she begged louder, looking back at me over her shoulder, her eyes wild and wide. “Please, just fuck me! Put it in! Right now!”
I didn’t even bother wiping my chin. I grabbed her hips and lined my cock against her dripping entrance. “I’m going to fuck your brains out, Yujin,” I growled, more to myself than to her. “In front of everyone.”
“Do it! Hurry!” she screamed. “Please—I want you to ruin me—ugh—”
I thrust forward, burying myself all the way inside her.
“Fuuuck!”
The sound was ripped from both our throats simultaneously.
It wasn’t our first time, and yet it somehow felt like it was. It was like everything in the world stopped and started making sense simultaneously.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, gritting my teeth as I began thrusting into her. “You’re mine. All mine.”
“Harder!” she screamed, pushing back against me, meeting my movements with frantic desperation. “Please, show everyone that I belong to you! All of me!”
I fucked her roughly, driving into her with everything I had. It was like every thrust was a desperate attempt to erase the memory of any other Jack who might have touched her in the past—to burn myself into her very soul.
“I’m so crazy about you,” I cried, the confession tearing out of me as I slammed into her over and over. “I can’t live without you.”
“Me too,” she moaned, her head thrown back, hair sticking to her sweaty face. “I only want you. You can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want. If it’s you, I don’t care about anything.”
We were delirious, yelling obscenities and confessions in the same breath, our voices cracking, stripping away every secret we’d ever kept in our hearts.
I drove into her so hard that her arms finally gave out. She collapsed onto her stomach, but I didn’t stop. I followed her down, covering her body with mine, still buried deep inside her hole that was now leaking to the floor as I grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her face into the mat and kept fucking her from above.
“Use my pussy,” she sobbed into the floor, her voice muffled but frantic. “Please. It’s all yours. It was made for you. Only for you.”
That broke me.
My body abandoned all rhythm, just pounding into her with an animalistic need that shouldn’t have existed inside me. She arched her back, screaming my name, her walls convulsing around my cock in a crushing grip.
“I’m coming!” she shrieked. “Wonbin, I’m coming again!” She shook violently beneath me, clamping down on me so hard I saw stars.
I pulled out just as the waves of her orgasm began to subside, leaving her gasping for air. But she didn’t rest. She scrambled around, crawling over to where I knelt. Her eyes were wild, fixated on my cock that was glistening with her juices and twitching with its own desperate need.
“I want to taste myself on your cock,” she whispered, licking her lips.
She didn’t wait for permission. She leaned forward and took me into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head, tasting the mix of her own wetness and my pre-cum.
“I love it when you taste like me… it feels so right,” she moaned, licking me up and down my shaft. “Don’t you think so?”
“Fuck,” I hissed as she bobbed her head, taking my entire length down her throat. “It feels so good…”
For the first time ever, she gagged slightly, but she didn’t stop. She sucked me harder, her hand working the base, her eyes locked on mine in a way that felt so foreign.
“Yujin, wait, stop,” I gasped, grabbing her hair to pull her off. “I’m gonna—”
Before I could catch my breath, she climbed over me, straddling my hips. She lined me up with a desperate, shaky hand and sank down, impaling herself on me.
“Don’t come yet,” she moaned, throwing her head back as she began to ride me roughly. “Keep fucking me, okay? Fuck me forever like this, please?”
She bounced on me with a violence that shook my entire frame, her hands planted on my chest, nails digging into my skin while her eyes flicked towards the darkness beyond the stage lights.
“Sunbae,” she moaned out to the shadows. “Are you watching me? I learned everything from you. I’ll make our House proud.”
“You don’t have a House anymore, Yujin,” I gritted out, gripping her waist tightly to try and steady her erratic rhythm. “You’re not an Ace.”
“I am!” she cried, slamming her hips down harder, forcing a ragged groan from my throat. “This is who I really am, Wonbin. I belong here!”
She collapsed forward and crashed her mouth onto mine, our tongues fighting a battle of their own, tasting of sweat, lust, and desperation.
“No, Yujin—you don’t—” I gasped against her lips. “You’re not—”
“I am!” she snarled, suddenly pulling back. Her hands flew to my throat, wrapping around my neck. “And don’t you dare call me by my name, Jack.”
I stared up at her, my heart hammering against my ribs.
This wasn’t Yujin. Not the one that I knew.
“That rule doesn’t exist in Clubs, Yujin,” I choked out, prying at her fingers. “You’re confused. Look at me. I’m not really a Jack, and you’re not really an Ace.”
“I am!” she cried, eyes fluttering. “Fuck—you’re so deep! Fuck me properly, Jack. Do your fucking job. It’s all you’re good for!”
“Yujin, no—stop—”
Her hand suddenly flew across my face for the first time ever. “I said to not—”
And then her grip faltered, confusion flickering in her eyes like a spell had just been lifted. “W-Wonbin? Is that you?”
“Yes,” I said, holding her close as her chest heaved against mine. “It’s me. Are you okay?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry… I’m going crazy… You’re fucking me into insanity.”
“It’s not me,” I said, still pumping into her pussy that was now gushing. “It’s the drugs.”
She hooked her arms around my neck, pulling my face down to her tits. “No. It’s you. You make me so crazy. I’m so crazy about you. I can’t stop wishing you were mine. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said, sucking on her nipples roughly. “I forgive you. No matter what you do, I’ll always forgive you, Yujin. I’m so happy I met you.”
“Wonbin, can you fuck me like I’m an Ace… please?” she begged, the aggression dissolving into pathetic need. “Make me remember how it feels just for tonight.”
I couldn’t understand why those words had any power, but for some reason, something awakened inside me, like a mark of a curse—one I wasn’t even sure came from the pills.
“You want to be fucked like an Ace? Fine.” I grabbed her wrists and twisted her arms behind her back, locking them there with one hand, and slammed my hips upward into her, hard.“But you chose Spades. Don’t forget that.”
Her head fell back, a gasp tearing from her throat. “Oh god—yes—I’m a Spade. That’s right. I’m a bad girl, and bad girls deserve to be punished. Make me your slave.”
We fell to the side, and I lifted her top leg high, hooking it over my shoulder, and began thrusting into her sideways.
“Fuck me, Wonbin,” she begged, her voice a broken whimper as she rubbed circles around her clit. “I’m your slave, use me in front of everyone. Let them watch everything.”
“You love being watched, don’t you?” I drove deeper into her, feeling every inch of her walls clenching against my length. “This is who you wished you were.”
“Yes,” she moaned, eyes fluttering. “This is who I really am.”
“You belong to me.” I growled. “They can only see because I’m letting them.”
“Yes! Please show them who I belong to! Show them who I am!”
We rolled again until I was hovering over her, pinning her to the mat. I spread her legs wide open, exposing everything to the blinding lights above.
“You’re my slave, Yujin,” I said, looking down at her flushed, ruined face. “Your body belongs to me. Not to them. Me.”
“Yes, it’s all yours,” she sobbed, reaching up to claw at my shoulders. “Use me until you come over and over again inside my pussy. That’s all I’m good for.”
I drove into her, every thrust feeling like a battle—a war to reclaim ourselves from this hell. Her tongue twirled around mine like it was their last dance together, and her chest pressed hard against mine, sweat and saliva mixed together in a veil of desire.
“Wonbin-ah! You’re fucking me so hard, it feels so good—” she screamed, her voice echoing too loudly in the cavernous room.
“You’re too loud,” I panted, panic spiking through the haze. “Wonyoung will—”
“I’m so sorry, Wonyoung,” she whimpered, her voice cracking into tiny pieces. She looked up at the ceiling, as if apologizing for her sins. “I’m so sorry that I’m stealing Wonbin from you. Unnie is so selfish, isn’t she? Will you forgive me, Wonyoung-ah?”
Her words sent chills through my spine, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Whatever controlled our bodies and minds drove us both deeper into the abyss.
Wonyoung.
Please don’t listen. Please don’t watch. Please don’t be out there.
This isn’t us.
Yujin and I aren’t in these bodies. They don’t belong to us anymore.
For the first time in my life, Wonyoung’s face was constantly being pushed out of my mind with every thrust, every tug and pull of Yujin’s pussy against every inch of my cock.
“I’m sorry, Wonyoung-ah,” Yujin sobbed while her hips jerked upwards to meet mine, betraying every single word she said. “I’m so sorry... Unnie is so bad... I love his cock too much... I can’t give it back...”
“Are you really sorry?” I gritted out, slamming into her while hating the way my body betrayed my heart. “You’re apologizing to her while you beg for my cock? You’re the one who started all of this that night!”
“No!” she cried, her nails digging into my shoulders as she arched into the thrust. “It wasn’t me… she asked me to do it…”
The words hit me, but I couldn’t stop. I just fucked her harder, as if that was all I was capable of anymore. “What? What do you mean?”
“That night… at the hotel…” Yujin wailed, thrashing beneath me, her eyes rolling back as I hit her spot with the tip of my cock. “Wonyoung asked me to do it as a favor. She asked me to come onto you. ”
“What do you mean? I was there. She didn’t—”
She shook her head, her eyes no longer able to stay open. “She texted me when she left to get Rei’s drinks…”
“W-what? Why? Why would she do that?”
“Because she wanted an excuse,” Yujin sobbed, grinding her hips up desperately. “She needed a reason to make you her slave to keep you by her side without breaking any rules. She thought if I seduced you, she could pretend to catch you and then punish you… then she could own you if you agreed. She gambled that you would.”
The revelation washed over me like a tsunami—not as betrayal, but as a crushing wave of sadness. A sadness so deep and endless that it felt like I was sinking to the bottom of an ocean.
That night. The guilt, the punishment of becoming her slave—was it not out of jealousy or control? Had Wonyoung really manipulated the entire situation just to keep me near her because she couldn’t figure out how else to love me?
“Did she really do all of that?” I whispered, the realization making my chest ache.
“She missed you so much,” Yujin cried, clamping her legs around my back. “I knew about you long before we ever met. She told me about you so many times when we were trainees. How her world fell apart when you left. How she was too scared to reach out to you after what happened. How she kept waiting for you to come back like you’d promised.”
“…What the hell are you talking about, Yujin? How did I not know any of this? Why didn’t she just tell me?”
“Wonyoung’s not the type of person to share her burden with anyone else. She’ll hold it in, no matter how much it breaks her. There were so many nights where she cried on my shoulders because she felt so guilty for what she was doing to you. I’m sorry, Wonbin—I kept it a secret from you too. I knew everything. When you came on our bus that day, I already knew who you were. She told me after the fansigning, how all her prayers came true, how she’d never been so happy in her life. But then she cried when she realized what it meant. She’s cried so many tears for you, so please don’t be mad at her… please don’t hate her…”
“How could I hate her?” I choked out, tears streaming down my face like a waterfall. “How could I ever do that?”
In that moment, all I knew was that I missed her. All I could think about was how much I missed her. I missed Wonyoung so much it felt like dying.
“She even asked me to keep you company whenever she was away. I promised that I would be there for you.” Yujin grabbed my face, pulling me down to kiss me messily, desperate to comfort me even as she used my body. “But I ruined it! I was just supposed just be a distraction, but I broke my promise! I’m addicted to you now, Wonbin! I can’t help it—”
It was like my throat could no longer form words properly. “This was all Wonyoung’s doing? Everything?”
“At first, yes,” Yujin cried, wrapping her legs tighter around my waist. “But now I can’t stop! I betrayed her! Punish me for betraying her, Wonbin! Fuck me harder because I’m a bad unnie!”
“This isn’t your fault, Yujin,” I growled, tears stinging my own eyes as I thrust.
“No! It is my fault! It’s all my fault! I ruined everything for her!” she screamed, scratching down my chest. “Punish me! I’m a bad girl!”
My body no longer cared for anything that my mind wanted. Just the thought of Wonyoung watching from the shadows, her plan spiraling into this drug-fueled wreckage—made it drive into Yujin with a violence that was born of pure grief.
“I love it! I love how it feels inside me! I’m sorry, Wonyoung, please forgive me for taking him! I can’t ever return him to you, I’ll die! I’ll die without his cock!”
The sound of her begging for forgiveness lit a fire in my brain that no longer listened to me. Suddenly, the image of the masked men, the Kings, the other faceless Jacks who had been on this stage before me... it all came rushing back.
I grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks to force her glazed eyes to lock onto mine.
“Apologize to me, too,” I snarled, my voice dripping with foreign possessiveness as my fingers gripped her throat firmly. “Apologize for letting the King of Clubs touch you. Apologize for fucking the other Jacks.”
“I’m so sorry!” she wailed, tears streaming down her temples and into her hair. “I’m sorry I let them fuck me!”
“Tell me who this belongs to!” I demanded, thrusting deep and holding it there.
“You! Only you!” She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me down until our chests were fused together. “I promise, Wonbin. I promise! Only you will fuck me from now on. Until forever. No one else.”
It was a vow made in hell. Was it romantic and carnal? Was it sealed with love or shame?
“Say it again,” I gasped, my control shattering into a million pieces.
“Only you,” she whispered, kissing me frantically. “I’m yours forever.”
And that was the breaking point.
There was a ringing in my ears as I poured myself into her, pulse after pulse, emptying everything I had—my fear, my anger, my love—straight into her. She screamed with me, shaking in a prolonged, aftershock that seemed to go on for eternity.
I’m sorry, Wonyoung, I thought, my mind fracturing as the pleasure drowned out the shame. I know why you did it. I’m so sorry. I hope you’ll understand us, too.
I collapsed backward, pulling out of her with a wet slide, and landed heavily on the padded mat. My chest heaved, my vision swimming with black spots.
But Yujin wasn’t done.
Before I could even close my eyes, she was moving. She crawled over me, her hair messily draped over her sweaty face, her eyes still blown wide with that terrifying, drug-induced hunger.
“No, don’t pass out,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Not yet.”
She lowered her head and took my softening cock into her mouth.
“Yujin—stop—” I cried, but I couldn’t even lift my arms to push her away.
She didn’t listen. She sucked with a monstrous intensity, her tongue working to push life back into me, drinking down the remnants of my soul. The sensation was overwhelming, but I was completely paralyzed by exhaustion.
The world started to shatter. The bright stage lights blurred into streaks of white. The last thing I felt was the wet, hot suction of her mouth and the desperate grip of her hand on my thigh, anchoring me to her even as I slipped away.
Then, the darkness finally took me. And I prayed that it would never let go.
--
“Wonyoung?”
My voice cracked, small and pathetic against the steady rhythm of the rain. I walked through the narrow, winding alley—the shortcut we had taken a thousand times together. It was our secret path, the one between the old bakery and the laundromat, where the smell of fabric softener usually mixed with the scent of yeast.
But that day, it just smelled like wet concrete and dust.
The rain didn’t just fall, it clung to everything. It covered the uneven pavement, creating little puddles that danced under the rusted overhangs of the closed shops. The grey sky felt low, like it was pressing down on the city, trying to squeeze the last bit of life out of it.
“Wonyoung? Are you here?” I asked again, my eyes darting frantically behind the stacked crates, behind the vending machine, even checking the dark corners where she liked to hide when she wanted to scare me.
Silence. Just the rain.
It was the last hour of my last day in Seoul. My suitcases were lined up by the door, and my dad was checking his watch every two minutes, pacing the living room, waiting for the airport bus.
And Wonyoung was nowhere to be found.
I’d begged my parents for just twenty more minutes. Just one last lap, I’d told them. I just need to find something I lost. Something really important to me.
“Wonyoung-ah!” I shouted, louder this time.
I waited for her to pop out, to laugh, to call me stupid, to ask why I was making such a big deal. I waited for something—for anything.
But the only response was the faint swish of a tail from atop a stack of discarded cardboard boxes.
“Meeko?” I called out.
Meeko was the neighborhood stray, a scruffy, orange-and-black tabby that usually hissed at anyone who wasn’t Wonyoung.
I crouched down, ignoring the way the damp cold seeped instantly through the knees of my jeans, and tilted my umbrella, creating a small, dry shelter between us.
“Meeko,” I whispered. “Come here.”
He blinked at me with bored, yellow eyes, not moving at first. Instead, he just stared, as if judging me for having the audacity to be there without her.
But then, perhaps sensing the pathetic desperation radiating off me, he slowly uncurled. He hopped down, his paws making wet prints on the pavement as he approached me.
“I’m leaving soon, Meeko,” I reached a hand out, and surprisingly, he bumped his wet nose against my knuckles. “I’ll never see you again.”
He turned and rubbed his cheek against my fingers, purring loudly.
“Take care of yourself, okay? Don’t eat trash anymore. Wait for Wonyoung to bring you the good sausages.”
He meowed—a short, almost sad sound, as if he understood me. Or at least, somehow caught a small glimpse how I felt.
I let out a wet laugh. “I know, I know. You won’t miss me. You only tolerated me because I was always there while she fed you,” I said, scratching behind his ears, blinking back the heat in my eyes. “That’s okay. I won’t miss you either.”
It was a lie. I was going to miss the cat. I was going to miss the alley. I was going to miss the smell of the rain on this street.
“Have you seen Wonyoung?” I asked him, my voice breaking on her name. “I’ve been looking for her everywhere. The playground is empty. The stationery store is closed. She’s not answering her phone.”
Meeko just stared at me, blinking slowly against the drizzle.
“I just want to say goodbye,” I choked out, the tears finally slipping out, mixing with the rain on my cheeks. “I can’t leave without saying goodbye. I just want her to know I didn’t want to go. Do you think she hates me?”
I looked at the empty alley one last time, hoping—praying—that I’d see her familiar silhouette running toward me. But there was nothing. Just the grey, endless rain.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. My mom. Time was up.
I looked back down at the cat.
“Well,” I wiped my nose with my sleeve, sniffing loudly. “If I can’t find her… will you send her my regards?”
Meeko tilted his head.
“Can you tell her that I’ll miss her?” I breathed, feeling my heart shatter in my chest. “Tell her I’m sorry, Meeko. And tell her—t-tell her t-that I promise I’ll come back to find her one day.”
I stood up, and left the umbrella there, propped up against the boxes so he would have a dry spot to wait for her.
“Don’t let her forget me, okay?”
I turned around and walked away, leaving the only friend I could find in the rain—hoping the message would somehow reach the one who didn’t want to be found.
--
When I finally opened my eyes, the world was detached from itself, melting and reforming like oil on water. Reality wasn’t a stream anymore—it was a fever dream that refused to break.
To my left, Arin bathed in the light with a long black whip coiling around her arm. Three grown men in business suits crawled at her feet, leashed and whimpering, scrambling over each other just to kiss the tips of her toes. She didn’t even look down, her expression was rather bored, like a trainer ignoring her dogs.
The scene smeared sideways, bleeding into a pool of soft, golden light where Hanni sat on a velvet chair in the center of the Hearts quadrant.
She looked small—fragile even—as three tall, lanky European men swarmed her, treating her body like a treasure, their hands moving with a possessive, carnal worship.
“That’s it,” Hanni giggled as one man buried his face between her thighs. “Love me more. Show me how much you love me.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, urging him deeper while the other two men devoured her neck and chest. It was a dizzying display of lustful gluttony—but she was clearly loving every second of it. She was euphoric, high on the power of having three powerful men reduced to starving animals at her feet.
“Princess,” one whispered against her skin, worshipping her collarbone. “You’re incredible.”
“I know,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around the man kneeling before her. “I’m your princess, right? Your dirty little princess.”
She grabbed the face of the man on her left and pulled him into a messy, open-mouthed kiss, sharing the saliva from her mouth while her hips ground relentlessly against the face of the man between her legs. It looked terrifyingly natural, like this wasn’t her first or even tenth time.
“Kiss me,” she commanded the third man, reaching out blindly with her free hand to wrap around his cock. “Let me feel how hard you are for me.”
“Yes, baby,” he groaned, leaning in to lick the side of her neck as she jerked him off. “We are all yours.”
My vision slowly faded to white.
Hanni was now on her knees, her small body sandwiched between the men. One stood behind her, driving into her with a brutal force that made her head snap back with every thrust.
“Oh god—yes! Just like that!” she screamed, her eyes rolling back. “Don’t stop! Please—keep fucking me like that!”
The third man was on his knees in front of her with his mouth latched onto her nipple, his hands kneading her breasts roughly as he sucked her fervently.
“Take it all, babygirl,” the man behind her growled, slapping her ass. “Take every inch like a good girl.”
She gagged on the cock in her mouth but didn’t pull away. Instead, her hands reaching back to claw at the man fucking her, pulling him in deeper.
Then, the lights flared too bright, washing her out in a blinding wave of white. The sound of her pleasure stretched and distorted, and nausea rolled in my gut as the floor seemed to drop out from under me.
The darkness rushed back in, swallowing Hanni, Arin, the men, and the stage.
I fell into the void again, weightless and empty.
--
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the third bidding of the third round! Please, please, take your seats and make yourselves comfortable!”
The Dealer’s voice vibrated through the speakers, forcing my eyes open while the cold mat pressed against my cheek.
The stage had cleared; the silhouettes of Hanni and Arin were gone, replaced by a new, singular spotlight that carved a harsh circle in the darkness. The screen flickered, the white heart and diamond dissolving into a single white club.
“Our next Ace needs no introduction, as this will be her fifth Blackjack Auction,” the Dealer announced. “Her history runs deep. Yes, very deep indeed… You see, before she found her home in the House of Clubs, she was a legend in the House of Spades—”
“Oh I love this slut!” someone yelled from the crowd.
“Easily one of the best Aces in history! She takes cock like she was born for it!”
“Back off, this bitch is mine!”
The Dealer chuckled, ignoring the interruptions. “But then came the historic trade… and the House of Clubs gained a sex goddess, while the House of Spades… well, they moved on to new toys.” He stopped center stage, his smile widening beneath the mask. “Folks, please welcome… the White Ace of Clubs… Miyeon of (G)I-DLE!”
The room cheered with the kind of excitement that sounded more like a reunion than a reveal as Miyeon stepped into the light, her white collar shining brightly under the harsh beams, causing her skin to almost glow. The shadow of her silouhette printed on the floor like a stamp, showing off every line and curve of her slender body.
The Dealer tilted the microphone toward her lips as she stood perfectly still with her hands clasped behind her back.
“My dear,” he purred. “You’ve been enjoying the freedom of the House of Clubs for quite some time now. But tell me… do you ever miss your roots?”
“I…” Miyeon swallowed hard, as if debating if she wanted to admit it. “I do.”
He moved the mic closer to her. “Speak up, darling. What exactly do you miss?”
She lifted her head, her eyes seemingly scanning the crowd but seeing nothing through the white blindfold. “I miss… being controlled.”
The crowd erupted again, a wave of approval washing over the stage like it was ready to swallow it.
“She wants it!”
“You know what they say! Once a Spade, always a Spade!”
“Break her again and again so she never forgets!”
The Dealer smiled, satisfied. “And what is it that you want tonight, Miyeon? To show off your newfound skills again? Or do you want… something else?”
Miyeon’s knees pressed together slightly as a flush crept up her neck.
“Both. I want to give the crowd the performance of a lifetime, but I… also want to be punished,” she whispered, the words tumbling out like a confession she couldn’t hold back. “My body… I don’t want it to belong to me tonight. I want to be forced to serve someone again.”
The Dealer threw his arms wide, basking in the animalistic frenzy of the room. “You heard her, folks! An Ace of Clubs begging to be ruined! There have been no words more honest ever said on stage than these! So, who among you has the discipline to put her back in her place?!”
“Ten!” someone screamed instantly. “We’re bidding all tens!”
“Fuck that, pull out your Jokers! We’re not playing around anymore!”
“We’ll give her exactly what she’s missing!”
The bidding screen lit up, numbers flying faster than I could track.
“Oh my! It would seem we have our first Sudden Death of the night!” the Dealer gasped, staring up at the screen. “Now, I know what you’re all thinking. We saw Jokers fly during An Yujin’s round earlier, yes.” He pointed at the scoreboard, where Team 5 and Team 7 were flashing in sync. “But this? This is different. This is a true stalemate. One Joker against one Joker. A perfect tie.”
He spread his hands wide. “And in the event of a tie, the cards cancel each other out. Those Jokers are burned—gone forever—and we have no victor. Which means we have to do this the hard way.”
He snapped his fingers, and the screen locked out every other team. “Teams 5 and 7, you are now the only ones left in the arena. To break this deadlock, you must bid again. Highest point total takes the Ace and the loser walks away with nothing but a wasted Joker…”
He grinned. “Thirty seconds… fight!”
Miyeon’s fingers wrestled each other behind her back as her thighs squeezed and rubbed together, as if the anticipation was killing her more than the crowd’s restlessness. In those thirty seconds, some tables left out of frustration for having lost the round, while others sat back and watched the Sudden Death like a sports game.
And as the timer slowly dropped to zero, my haze in my head grew stronger, until my vision was all but a blur of lights and lines.
“So this is great Miyeon,” a man with silvering hair said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “She’s a lot smaller than she looks on camera.”
Miyeon gasped, her head falling back as she shivered under his touch.
“She certainly seems eager to please,” the second King noted, stepping up behind her. He reached out and brushed the back of his hand down her cheek, then lower, tracing the line of her neck.
“She loves the attention,” the third King chuckled, taking his jacket off. “Don’t you, honey? You like having all these eyes on you.”
“Yes… ah… yes, Master…” Miyeon whimpered, leaning into their touch.
“Look at me when you speak,” he ordered without raising his voice.
She snapped her head up, her blindfolded face flushed with excitement.
The fourth King reached out, running a hand down the front of her white collar, tugging on it lightly. “You said you wanted to be forced?” he said, as his other hand tracing the curve of her breasts before kneading her flesh possessively. “That’s a dangerous thing to ask for, sweetheart.”
“I-I don’t want to be a person tonight,” Miyeon whispered, her voice trembling but filled with a dirty, desperate need. “I just want… I want you to use me. Don’t ask me for permission for anything.”
The second King stepped up, chuckling dryly as he took off his watch. “You sure about that? We don’t exactly play nice.”
“I’m sure,” she breathed, parting her legs slightly even though no one had touched her there yet. “Please. Break me until I fold.”
“A little too desperate for my taste,” the first King said, sounding almost bored as he ran a thumb over her collarbone, causing her to slowly drop to her knees in submission. “This is just messy—whatever this is.”
A voice suddenly cut through the air—calm, melodic, yet dripping with disappointment. “Is this truly how you wish to represent the House of Clubs, Cho Miyeon?”
IU stepped into the light from her throne in the back of the stage, radiating an elegant aura of a soft, feminine authority.
IU stopped a few feet away, looking down at Miyeon with a sigh as she crossed her arms—not in anger, but in pity.
“Stand up, Miyeon-ah. You are the White Ace of Clubs. Do not fall to the floor because a man gave you a little attention. It’s unbecoming. Have some dignity.”
She reached out a hand, intending to signal Miyeon to rise, but the first King stepped into her path.
IU froze, her hand hovering in the air. “Can I help you?”
The King smiled beneath his mask. “We didn’t play a Queen card so you could give her a lecture.”
She smirked, but she clearly did not find it amusing in the slightest. “You must be mistaken. Queens are face cards, not Aces,” she said, putting her hand down. “I am not on the menu.”
“What a pity,” the second King said, stepping closer. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re telling me that such a scrumptious meal cannot be ordered?”
She flinched, pulling back sharply. “Do not ever touch me.”
“Why not?” the third King asked, trapping her between them. “You’re a woman, aren’t you? A very beautiful one, at that. I’ve watched your movies. Broker, Dream… you always play the sweet, tough girl. I’ve always wondered if that’s just an act.”
“I am the Queen of Clubs,” she said, firmly. “I suggest you show some respect if you want this show to continue.”
“Oh, but we are showing respect,” the first King said, his hand sliding boldly around her waist, pulling her flush against his suit. “Won’t you play nice… pretty please?”
IU gasped, her eyes widening out of anger. “Let go of me,” she warned, as she tried to pull away.
But he held firm, merely smiling at her resistance.
“Will you reject us in front of your Ace?” the fourth King leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Is that the lesson you want to teach her? That defiance is an option? That the House of Clubs doesn’t honor its Kings?”
And then, from the floor, Miyeon spoke up. “No…” she said, her voice trembling as she reached out, her fingers brushing the hem of IU’s long dress. “Don’t get involved, sunbae-nim. You’re not an Ace anymore. This life is already behind you.”
IU looked down, lips parting in an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“It should only be me,” Miyeon continued, tilting her head back. “I’m the bad girl, sunbae… I’m ruining our House… the House that welcomed me with open arms and treated me so well. The House that taught me so much and gave me everything. I’m such a bad girl… and… bad girls… deserve to be punished…”
IU blinked, her composure wavering. “What’s gotten into you? Don’t recite those words. You’re a Club, now. There are no bad girls in our House—”
“No.” Miyeon shook her head, her voice filled with a twisted mix of shame and arousal. “I’ll always be a Spade…”
“Why?” IU whispered, as if those words struck her harder than anything the men could say. “Even after all these years?”
“Yes,” Miyeon cried softly. “I’m so sorry, sunbae. It’s who I am. I can’t be like you.”
The first King chuckled, running his hand up IU’s back. “Join her, sweetheart. Join your Ace in her journey of shame. I know you like this, deep down inside of your little perfect body. The fact that we don’t care about your crown.”
IU looked at the King, then down at Miyeon, and I could see the fight slowly leave her eyes.
“We’ll make a Spade out of you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck while he slipped a few tablets into her mouth.
She swallowed willingly. “How dare you,” she shuddered, her eyes fluttering shut.
“On your knees now,” another King ordered.
For a second, I thought she would slap him, but instead, she slowly sank to the floor next to Miyeon, eyes locked onto his like she was being hypnotized. The mere sight broke my brain beyond repair.
He grinned devilishly. “Good girl. This is who you really are.”
It wasn’t long before the four of them had already undone their belts and had their pants spilled around their legs. Miyeon’s hand had already started moving between her thighs as her eyes widened at the sight, while IU’s face remained composed, her crown still sitting proudly on her head.
“Well?” one of them asked, looking down at IU. “We don’t have all night, Your Majesty.”
She simply stared at him as the reality of what she had agreed to seemed to crash down on her. “You’re disgusting.”
Next to her, the second King stepped up to Miyeon and grabbed a handful of her hair. “You said you wanted to be forced, didn’t you?” he growled, yanking her head back, exposing more of her throat under the collar. “So don’t even look at me. Just open your mouth.”
Miyeon whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Y-yes, Mast—”
He didn’t wait for her to open fully—he shoved his cock against her lips, forcing them apart, and thrust his hips forward.
“Agh!” she choked, her hands flying up to grab his thighs as he filled her mouth.
Her wetness seeped into his pants from her fingers as he held her head in place and started pumping into her face.
“Damn, that’s a soft tongue you’ve got,” he groaned.
“See that?” the first King sneered, nudging IU’s cheek with his the tip of his cock. “Your Ace is getting exactly what she asked for. Are you going to join her, or do I have to make you?”
IU flinched at the touch. The sound of Miyeon gagging next to her was horrific—a wet, suffocating noise that stripped away any glamour that remained on stage, but it made her lean forward reluctantly, opening her mouth and squeezing her eyes shut as if taking bitter medicine.
“Finally,” the King grunted, grabbing the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her head down into him.
IU gagged, her eyes flying open in shock as he hit the back of her throat.
“Do it properly,” he ordered, pumping into her face roughly. “I know you know what you’re doing. You’re a Queen, for fuck’s sake.”
“Mmph!” IU tried to pull back, but he held her firm, using her mouth like a sleeve.
“Let’s see if they’re ready for the real show,” the third King muttered as he reached down to Miyeon, slipped his hand between her thighs.
He shoved two fingers inside her wetness, pumping them in time with the cock in her mouth. “Fuck,” he laughed. “She’s soaking wet. She’s practically dripping onto the floor.”
Miyeon moaned loudly, her voice muffled around the shaft, but her hips bucked involuntarily against his hand.
The fourth King stepped up to IU, placing a large hand over her crotch, rubbing her firmly through the layers of her expensive dress and lace panties. She jolted—letting out a high-pitched squeak against the first King’s cock.
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.
IU pulled off his cock for a split second, gasping for air. She looked up at him, her face now flushed, eyes growing hazy as the pills slowly did their jobs.
With a shaking hand, she reached up and grabbed the neckline of her dress and yanked the top down, peeling the fabric off her shoulders and chest, along with her bra, until they both pooled at her waist, leaving her upper body completely exposed. Then, she grabbed the hem of the dress and scrunched it up, bunching the silk around her hips until her legs were bare.
“Good,” the King grinned, admiring her exposed form right before shoving himself back into her mouth. “Now you look like you belong here.”
The third King somehow slid underneath Miyeon, prying her legs further apart to bury his face directly into her pussy.
“Ahh—wait!” she screamed, her head thrown back as his tongue brushed her dripping folds.
Miyeon arched her back hard, legs shaking wildly as she was caught between the mouth on her pussy and the cock in her throat, dissolving into a whimpering mess of carnal pleasure.
“Your turn, Your Highness,” the fourth King murmured.
He grabbed IU by the waist and hauled her up onto her knees, shoving her face back onto the second King’s cock, right before kneeling behind her, burying his face between her cheeks. The second king reached for her crown and threw it onto the floor, the clank vibrated through the stage as her title was snatched right from her head.
“Wai—” IU tried to protest—but her mouth was filled instantly.
He didn’t listen. Nobody did.
He sucked on her loudly, gripping her ass to spread it apart while the other slammed himself into her throat, letting saliva spill out with every thrust. To the side, Miyeon’s screams grew louder as the man slurped her from below while her hips moved on their own, her hand desperately stroking a cock as if it was the only thing keeping her balanced.
The stage became a blur of motion, and the longer I watched, the dizzier I got.
They rotated positions seamlessly, passing the women between them like party favors. One moment IU was facefucking the first King until tears leaked from her eyes, the next she was on her back with the third King’s fingers curling deep inside her, legs shaking violently. At one point, she was heaving on the floor in front of him, while the other three took turns having their way with Miyeon in the air, two of them holding her body afloat while the other fucked her relentlessly before rotating positions.
And then somehow, the scene shifted again.
The Kings pulled back for a breath, leaving the two of them on their hands and knees in the center of the spotlight, facing each other. Their cheeks were completely flushed, lips swollen and slick with saliva.
“Kiss,” the first King ordered. “Show us the bond of Clubs.”
They leaned in and obeyed without a second thought. It was messy and desperate, a sinful exchange of a collection of spit and juices shared by the six of them. Their tongues tangled, saliva stringing between them as they seemingly sought comfort in the shared degradation.
“Sunbae,” Miyeon moaned, saliva dripping out the sides of her lips. “It feels so good. My pussy feels so good.”
“You’re doing so good,” IU said, kissing her frantically. “I’m so proud of you, Miyeon-ah.”
“I miss this feeling so much, sunbae. Don’t you? Don’t you miss being a Spade?”
Two Kings stepped up to their sides, shoving their cocks into the their mouths mid-kiss, breaking them apart only to fill them up again, over and over.
“Flip them,” the first King ordered.
They grabbed them and threw them onto their backs, spread theirs legs wide. Two settled between their legs, burying their faces in their crotches, sucking and licking with a hunger that sent chills down my spine.
The other two men climbed over their chests, straddling their faces.
“Open up,” one of them ordered, dropping his balls onto her chin.
IU glared at him, breathless and disheveled. “I’m not a dog.”
“Then why is your tongue out?” he laughed, grinding his hips down.
She couldn’t help it. Her body betrayed her, forcing her to lick him, eventually running her tongue between his cheeks as he commanded, all while the man between her legs made her toes curl with his mouth and fingers.
“Stubborn bitch,” the King growled, enjoying the fight.
“Don’t—talk to me that way—I’m a Queen!”
“Stubborn bitch-Queen,” he corrected.
“Look at your Ace,” the other King pointed out. “She’s completely gone. A shell of a body.”
They were right. Miyeon was crying out in pure ecstasy, her hands tangling in the hair of the man whose tongue was buried deep inside her while her mouth worked furiously on the man above her, sucking and licking everything that came in contact with her face from above.
“Sunbae! Sunbae!” Miyeon cried, breaking her rhythm to gasp for air. “I can’t stop! I should fold but I don’t want it to end! I’m so disgraceful, aren’t I? The House of Clubs is filled with whores, aren’t we?”
“Don’t say that,” IU snapped, even as she shuddered from the tongue swirling around her clit. “This isn’t us. This isn’t what we are.”
“Bring out the cuffs,” the first King said, standing up and wiping himself off. “The Queen needs a little more persuasion.”
The scene kept blurring in and out, like a film reel skipping frames.
When my focus returned, both Miyeon and IU were on their sides, their wrists bound tightly behind their backs with the leather cuffs, looking like matching dolls.
Miyeon was screaming—a high, continuous wail of euphoria. Two Kings were inside her at once. One was behind her, thrusting into her ass with a brutal rhythm, while the other was in front of her, ravaging her dripping pussy.
“Oh god, you’re fucking me so hard,” she sobbed, her head thrashing against the mat as she was being stretched from both ends. “I’m going to be ruined by you. I’ll never be the same again.”
I blinked again and everything shifted once more.
The Kings had switched partners. IU was now the one crying in pleasure as two of them filled her holes simultaneously.
“Use me,” IU cried, her eyes widening, yet they were empty, as if the pills had completely taken over. “Punish me. I’m a pathetic excuse for a Queen—”
All I could see was a man’s hand reaching out, stuffing a pair of panties into her mouth to silence her. She moaned through the fabric, her cries muffling as they continued hammering into her like animals.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” I heard a voice growl through the haze. “Even tighter than the Ace.”
“Break her more. Make her remember who she really is.”
My head spun. I couldn’t tell whose limb belonged to whom anymore. The sounds—the slaps, the moans, the slobbering of wetness—merged into a singular, deafening hum.
“Look at her go,” a King laughed, his voice sounding miles away. “The Queen loves it. Look at her face.”
“I’m… I’m not…” IU’s voice was weak, punctuated by sharp gasps. “I’m not… ahhh!”
“You are,” the voice growled back. “You’re taking two cocks like you were born for it. Tell me you love it.”
“No… I hate it…”
“Do you?” he mocked. “Fold then if you hate it so much, I dare you!”
Everything shifted again.
Through the haze, I saw them on top of each other, their bodies pressed flush, Miyeon’s porcelain skin against IU’s black silk dress. They were grinding their pussies together frantically, lips locked in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, tongues tangling as if they were trying to breathe for each other.
But they weren’t alone. Beneath IU, a King lay flat on the stage, his hips thrusting upward, driving deep into her other hole from below, and above Miyeon, another King hammered into her ass from behind.
“So fucking slutty,” the King above Miyeon roared, slapping her bouncing cheeks. “Taste your Queen’s spit while I destroy your tight little asshole!”
“Mmph!” Miyeon wailed into IU’s mouth, her fingers digging into her shoulders.
IU gasped, breaking the kiss to sob into Miyeon’s neck. “Miyeon-ah… I’m gonna come if you keep fucking me like this…”
“We’re whores, sunbae!” Miyeon cried, grinding harder against IU’s clit as wetness spilled all over their skin. “Let’s just accept it! We’re just fuckholes for them to use and it feels so good!”
“No…” IU wept, arching her back as the man below pumped deep into her asshole. “I’m not a Spade anymore… that was so long ago… I don’t want to remember it…”
“It’s okay, sunbae,” Miyeon said, kissing her messily. “I know how it feels. I feel it every day. Once a Spade, always a Spade.”
She shook her head, shutting her eyes. “No… no…”
“Clubs or Spades, you’re both filthy little sluts,” the King below grunted. “Now get up. We’re not done.”
My mind no longer functioned properly, but I thought I saw IU being lifted. Her legs were wrapped tightly around the waist of the King facing her, her small arms clinging to his shoulders for dear life, while the other King stood behind her, gripping her hips to anchor her.
She was sandwiched between them, feet dangling helplessly, completely at their mercy.
“Open up, Your Highness!” the King in front of her roared, slamming into her pussy while the one behind drove into her ass.
She screamed, her head thrown back, neck straining. “Oh god—not like this—”
“Tell us what you are!” the one behind her growled, biting her shoulder.
“…I’m a cock sheath,” IU sobbed, bouncing with the impact. “I’m a filthy whore disguised as royalty… I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I can’t hide it anymore! Please don’t watch me like this—”
Her voice was stopped as his lips crashed against hers, his tongue invading her mouth like he was dragging hers out for punishment. She leaned even closer, letting saliva and juices splash between their chins and cheeks.
To her left, Miyeon was straddling two Kings at once, her hips spread wide as she impaled herself on two upright cocks simultaneously.
“Oh god!” Miyeon screamed, her hands gripping a pair of shoulders for leverage as she slammed herself up and down, taking them both—one in her pussy, one in her ass—riding them in a frantic rhythm that made her eyes roll back into her head. “I’m coming again—I’m gonna come again!”
The King whose cock was buried in her pussy reached up, his large hand wrapping around her throat, choking her mid-bounce. “Look at you,” he growled, squeezing tight enough to make her gasp. “Bouncing on two cocks at once and still just getting wetter by the second.”
“It feels so good, Master. You’re filling me completely. Thank you for using my holes.”
“Deeper!” the bottom King groaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her down harder onto his shaft.
“No… it’s already so deep… you’re so big that it’s hitting spots I’ve never felt before…” Miyeon squealed in delight.
He spat directly onto her face. “You like being spit on while you get split in half, don’t you?”
“Yes! Ahh—” she choked out, her face flushed as she rode them harder, mixing her sweat with his spit. “You’re gonna break me in half like this… I can’t take much more…”
“You can and you will,” the other King laughed from behind her, watching her ass swallow his length completely. “Keep fucking yourself like this. Use both of your holes. One for the House of Clubs, the other for the House of Spades.”
“Yes, Master!” Miyeon’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. “Please use my ass and my pussy to your liking!”
The sounds merged—IU’s desperate, broken wails as she was paraded around, stuffed from both ends, mixing with the wet, animalistic noises of Miyeon choking herself and riding the two men. It was a deranged symphony of lust and sin, playing like background music in a horror film happening right before my eyes.
“I’m close. Don’t let them go. Hold them down.”
“Please come! Come for me, Masters!”
“Paint my insides with your cum, please!”
“Keep going, fuck me until I pass out!”
“As you wish, Queen.”
“I’m coming!”
“Deeper!”
“Take it!”
“Please… no more… I can’t hold it…”
“You don’t have to hold it. Come all you want. Come your brains out.”
The Kings groaned in unison, driving deep one final time.
Miyeon screamed as she was flooded from both ends, her body spasming uncontrollably, while IU threw her head back, a silent scream of shock escaping her lips as she felt the hot jets of cum filling her pussy and her ass simultaneously. Her eyes rolled back, toes curling, her entire body locking up in an orgasm so intense it looked painful.
They held them there for a long moment, ensuring every drop was deposited. Then, one by one, the Kings pulled out, watching their cum drip out of the respective holes.
Miyeon rolled on her side, twitching, as cum leaked from her stretched openings, spilling on the mat beneath her. She was smiling—a dazed, broken smile that didn’t even look human anymore.
Meanwhile, IU lay flat on her stomach, her sweaty face pressed into the floor. Her pussy was clenching onto nothing and her ass was gaping, dripping white fluids that ran down her thighs as she trembled, gasping for air.
The Kings stood over them, zipping up their pants, looking down at the mess they had made.
“Well then,” one said, wiping sweat from his brow. “Long live the Queen.”
IU lifted her head weakly, as if she tried to say something, but all that came out was a soft, broken whimper as she collapsed back into the puddle of cum.
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“Ladies and gentlemen… we now approach the finale of the third round.”
The Dealer let the sentence hang just long enough for everyone in the room to take their seats again after another short reception.
“Please, get comfortable,” he continued, adjusting his cuffs. “Because things might start getting… a bit intense in this last round, as always.”
The spotlight above the Spades quadrant brightened, sharpening into a hard white circle.
“We are but one more performance away from approaching the fourth and final round of the night. But please do not worry, we aren’t anywhere close to being done…” He paced the stage slowly, unable to suppress his excitement. “Up until recently, our next Ace held her crown as the Black Ace of Spades for quite some time…”
The screams grew louder, but he raised a hand as if conducting them, instigating the frenzy further with a flick of his wrist. “The House of Spades ranks their Aces based on performance, not seniority. A title is not a birthright. It is a privilege—earned, defended, and, when necessary… taken. That’s right, folks. Her position has been recently claimed by another. And tonight, she wears the collar of someone else.”
He turned toward the stage with a slow, theatrical bow. “My dear patrons… allow me to present to you…” The audience could no longer hold their tongues or applause. “The Red Ace of Spades… Karina of aespa!”
Karina stepped into the light like it hurt her to move. She walked forward slowly, the red collar hugging her throat like it was choking her, and for a second it looked less like an accessory and more like a wound. Her blindfold was the same shade of red, tied cleanly at the back of her head, and her lipstick matched so perfectly it felt intentional—like the House had dressed her up like a painting of shame.
The contrast between her pale skin and the decorations of red made her look unreal—like a succubus or a vampire in a human body. She was downright devastating to look at, and it was painfully obvious that her beauty sent shockwaves through the room, because the crowd didn’t clap the way they clapped for the other stages. It wasn’t an applause—it was an uproar.
Men leaned forward, abandoning their drinks and women stared, mouths slightly open. The hunger in the room was so overwhelming it made me nauseous.
The Dealer watched her reach center stage, letting her stand there exposed for a moment longer than necessary. Then he stopped at her side and dipped his head toward the mic again.
“My dear,” he said, sweetly condescending, “just last year you were the star of the entire Auction. The High Ace of Spades, revered by the entire world. And yet today, you stand before us as Red while another wears your collar around her neck. Any words for our audience?”
Karina’s face didn’t even twitch. “I’m sorry for disappointing our guests,” she said, her voice low and shaky. “I’ll make it up to everyone. I promise.”
Those exact words lit the room on fire.
“Oh my God,” a man near the front groaned, like he was in pain. “That voice—holy shit. What a sexy voice.”
“She’s still a beauty even in disgrace,” another said, shaking his head in disbelief. “If anything, it makes her hotter. God damn, man.”
The Dealer smiled, taking a slow step forward as if reminding the crowd of something important. “Never forget, my dear patrons—an Ace is not something you decide to become. The title exists for a reason, and the House of Spades does not tolerate mediocrity. It does not reward effort. It rewards results.”
He turned his head slightly toward Karina, like she was standing proof of his point. “And when an Ace falls short… the House ensures the lesson is learned.”
The crowd broke again—louder, nastier—like they’d just been given permission to actually enjoy it.
“Fuck,” someone hissed from the crowd. “She’s got a better body than anyone I’ve ever seen. Those huge tits and milky thighs. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“I don’t care what the score is,” another voice said, slurring. “I’m going bankrupt for her.”
“This bitch is worth every penny,” a younger guest laughed, leaning into his friend. “Look at her. A fucking sex doll made to be used.”
“I want her to look at me!” a woman yelled. “Take the blindfold off! Let her see us!”
“Show us the results already!” someone shouted, pounding the table hard enough to rattle glasses.
From the distance, I saw Sora stand so abruptly her chair nearly fell backward. John’s hand caught her forearm immediately, guiding her back down with a quiet firmness that didn’t need words.
She didn’t fight him, but she didn’t relax either. Her shoulders stayed locked and her hands gripped the edge of the table like she was holding herself there by force.
Sora. John. It’s Karina. It’s why you’re here. Please win. You have to. Use all your Jokers.
On stage, the Dealer tilted the mic toward Karina again, voice dripping with that same mockery. “How does it feel to fall so far from grace?”
Karina swallowed hard, the movement visible in her throat.
“I’m ready,” she said, the coldness in her tone somehow made it worse. “I’ve failed myself, and now I will accept the consequences.”
“Spoken like someone who remembers what the title means. A true Spade, no matter Red or Black.” His smile sharpened dangerously. “Show us the results!”
A collective gasp ripped through the audience. People stood up, craning their necks, as whispers erupted like wildfire.
“Oh my,” the Dealer gasped, as he stepped back from the podium, staring up at the screen as if the numbers were burning his eyes. “That is a lot of points and a lot of Jokers…”
“No,” I whispered, praying that my eyes were deceiving me. “No. Not a tie. Anything but a tie.”
The Dealer let out a breathless laugh that echoed through the stunned ballroom. “Another Sudden Death, ladies and gentlemen!”
No. They only have one Joker left because of me. Please, don’t let this happen. Not like this, please.
“Between Teams Three and Nine, who have both played, the absolute highest hand possible! Four Jokers! Two Teams! Who will rise victorious?”
He walked to the edge of the stage, his gaze sweeping over the crowd as his mask caught the lights above.
“Two teams! Two titans! Both willing to burn everything they have for a single Ace! But there can be no ties in this Auction! The rules are absolute!”
He snapped his fingers, and the screen turned a blood-red, the numbers resetting to a terrifying, empty zero between the two stalemated teams.
“Who will rise victorious from the ashes?” he said, before pausing dramatically. “Thirty seconds. Fight for your life.”
The floor beneath me felt like a trapdoor that had just swung open.
They were here for Karina. They came to this hellhole, played these sick games, and spent all of this money to save Karina. But because of me—because I dragged Yujin into this mess with me—they were about to lose her.
How cruel was this world? How worthless was my life that even if I chose to die, there was nothing I could do to put a stop to this?
Sudden Death Results:
[Team 3] 🅹 + 🅹 (Winner!)
[Team 9] 🅹
Sudden Death points: 3 🅹 (₩900,000,000)
Final total: 153 + 11 🅹 (₩4,830,000,000)
It felt like someone had torn my stomach straight out through my throat.
For a moment, there was silence, an overwhelming, crushing silence—but I couldn’t tell if the world had actually gone quiet or if my mind had simply stopped processing sound.
People stood to clap and cheer, but the only thing I heard, the only thing that broke through the chaos—was Sora’s scream.
A sound so heartbreaking and horrifying that it felt like it was peeling the skin from my bones.
“Jimin-ah!” she shrieked, her once warm voice shattered into a thousand pieces. “No! No, no, no! Please, no!”
John, James, and Jake moved immediately, grabbing at her shoulders, her arms, trying to hold her back. But she was beyond reason—lunging toward the stage like a wounded animal, clawing at the air between them.
My body protested so violently to the sight that I wanted to throw up.
The woman who’d been so calm, so kind, so serene just hours ago was now breaking apart in front of everyone. The woman whose smile brought peace to every pair of eyes it reached was falling from grace before a crowd of strangers.
On stage, Karina froze. Her head snapped toward the sound before her body went rigid. Even from the distance, I could see the exact moment the recognition hit her—the way her shoulders locked and the way her breathing visibly stopped.
Her lips parted below her blindfold, forming a single word I couldn’t hear: Unnie?
“You can’t!” Sora screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. “You can’t do this to her! She doesn’t deserve this! No! Please, no! Not my Jimin!”
“Oh dear,” the Dealer said from the stage, his tone dripping with mockery as he pressed a hand to his chest. “It appears we have a bit of an alcohol problem here.”
“I won’t let you touch her!” Sora’s voice rose higher, more frantic. “I won’t let you! Do you hear me?! Don’t you dare touch her! I’ll kill you!”
She thrashed against the arms holding her, nearly breaking free for a second before James pulled her back.
“Let us?” The Dealer’s voice turned sharp. “Why, the rules of the Auction are clear, my love. Winners take all.” He gestured toward the winning table. “Your team surrendered a respectable amount of money, but I’m afraid it simply wasn’t enough.”
“Sit down already!” a man’s voice called out from somewhere behind them. “You’re embarrassing yourself!”
“Yeah, you lost fair and square,” another voice added, bored and dismissive. “Stop whining about it.”
“Besides, didn’t your team already snipe An Yujin’s round from the rest of us? You got your win. Be grateful and shut up.”
“We came here to be entertained, not to watch you play hero.”
“I don’t give a shit what you came here for!” Sora screamed at them, her composure completely shattered. “You’re vile! You’re all fucking pathetic, disgusting excuses for humans! All of you! Every single one of you can go rot in hell!”
On stage, Karina’s hands were shaking violently at her sides. Her whole body trembled, but she still hadn’t moved or spoken. She just looked in the direction of Sora’s voice with an expression of pure devastation.
“I suggest you sit down,” the Dealer said, his voice dropping dangerously low. “This is your final warning.”
“Let’s do another round! ” Sora’s voice cracked completely, tears streaming down her face now, visible even beneath the mask. “Please just sell us more Jokers! I know you have them! We’ll buy them all! Everything has a price here, doesn’t it?!”
“That’s not how this works,” he replied coldly. “The round is closed.”
“John—tell them! Tell them we’ll buy more!” she pleaded desperately, shaking his arms. “Please, I’m begging you! Don’t let this happen to her! Please, John!”
John stayed silent, his jaw clenched tight, but he didn’t move.
He knew. We all knew.
It was over.
Sora’s voice broke into pure anguish as she turned back to the stage. “Then take me instead!”
The words ripped out of her throat so loud they silenced the murmured laughter in the room. Even the Dealer paused.
She ripped her mask off, throwing it onto the table. Her face was wet with tears, eyes wild and desperate, but her beauty actually took my breath away.
“Take me!” she screamed, stepping forward, pushing James’s hands away. “Let her go and take me! I’ll do it! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll be the Ace—just let her go!”
“No!” Karina finally screamed from the stage, finding her voice. “Absolutely not! I won’t allow it!”
“Madam.” The Dealer looked Sora up and down. “Do you truly believe you can simply… volunteer to be an Ace?”
“I’m offering you a trade!” Sora cried, shaking. “A life for a life! A soul for a soul! I’ll trade mine for hers!”
“You insult us.” He scoffed into the microphone. “An Ace is not merely a body to be swapped out at a whim. They are handpicked by the Kings themselves. They undergo months and years of rigorous discipline, training, and refinement to earn that title. It is a prestigious title, one that requires perfection.”
He stepped closer to the edge of the stage, looking down at her like a teacher scolding a child.
“You are a civilian. You have no training. And clearly no discipline. To think you could simply step onto this stage and perform at the level of our esteemed Aces is… frankly, laughable.”
The audience, however, disagreed.
“I don’t know about that,” a man at the next table commented, leaning back in his chair with a low whistle. “She’s got a better body than all of the Aces I’ve seen tonight including that one.”
“Seriously,” another guest agreed, eyes glued to Sora’s figure in her black dress. “She’s wasted in the audience. I’d bid on her in a heartbeat.”
“Hey Dealer!” someone shouted from the back. “I’ll put five Jokers on the crying one! She looks like she’d scream real nice!”
“Put them on stage together! Let them fuck each other since they’re so in love!”
Sora didn’t even flinch at the comments. She just stared at the Dealer, her chest heaving, a desperate hope flickering in her eyes.
“We do not cater to the whims of the mob!” the Dealer snapped, straightening his jacket with a look of distaste. “We have standards here. You are not an Ace, and you never will be. You are simply a guest who has forgotten her place.”
“Please! I’ll sign any contract! I’ll do whatever it takes!”
“Enough! This has ceased to be amusing.” He raised a hand. “Guards! This guest is disrupting the integrity of the Auction,” he snarled, turning his back on her. “Remove her immediately.”
“No! No, please!” Sora’s voice pitched into pure panic as security began closing in. “I’ll do anything! Please! Don’t do this her, please!”
Security reached the table; an army of black suits and blank silver masks, the same that brought Yujin and I back here to begin with.
“Hey!” James barked, trying to pull one of the guards back. “Get off of her!”
“Get your goddamn hands off her!” Jake joined in, grabbing at another guard’s arm.
More guards appeared from nowhere, and the three of them were overpowered in seconds. Black-gloved hands yanked them backward, dragging them toward the exit like they were nothing, like they didn’t matter at all in the overall plan of the system.
“Jimin!” Sora sobbed, her voice breaking into shattered, desperate pieces as they pulled her away. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! This is all my fault! I should have—I should have—I’ll come back for you! I promise! I swear on my life! I won’t give up! Just wait for me! I’ll find a way—I’ll do whatever it takes!”
On stage, Karina finally moved. She took one shaky step forward, her hands reaching out uselessly. “Unnie—”
Her voice grew more desperate with every word, like she was trying to reach across an impossible distance. Like if she just screamed loud enough, she could undo what had already been done.
“I won’t abandon you! I’m coming back! I promise I’ll come back!”
Karina’s whole body shook as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her lips trembled, and for a moment, she looked like she might collapse.
“It’s okay, Unnie,” she said, in a voice so soft it was barely audible. “I’m an Ace of Spades. I’ll be fine. I promise.”
And then the doors closed.
Karina stood frozen, her arms still outstretched toward where Sora had been.
And all I could hear was the echo of those words, still ringing in my ears like a ghost that refused to leave.
It’s okay, Unnie.
“Our apologies for such a rude interruption,” he said, moving back to the front of the stage. “Now… please show us, Table Three… your face cards.”
The screen lit up.
It wasn’t okay.
End of Chapter 15.
A/N: I'm so sorry this chapter took so long, but as you can see, it was jampacked :') Hope you guys think it was worth the wait. Thank you for reading as always! Please try to send WPS asks to the WPS blog to prevent spoilers affecting non-WPS readers!
A relaxed night of drinks with IU and Miyeon turns into a warm, playful threesome. The two close friends decide to share their affection for their mutual boyfriend, leading to an intimate and loving experience filled with pleasure, laughter, and sweet connection.
The three of us had been drinking and talking for hours in the cozy living room. IU sat on my left, legs tucked under her, while Miyeon leaned against my right side. Empty soju bottles and snack wrappers covered the coffee table. It was one of those rare nights where both women had free time at the same time, and they had insisted on spending it together with me.
“You know,” IU said, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, “we’ve been friends for so long. And we both like you so much. It feels natural, doesn’t it?”
Miyeon nodded, smiling as she traced a finger down my chest. “Very natural. What do you think, baby?”
I swallowed, heart racing but feeling safe with them. “If you two are comfortable… then yes.”
That was all it took. IU leaned in first, kissing me softly. Her lips were gentle and sweet. Then Miyeon turned my head and kissed me too, a little deeper, more playful. Before long I was kissing both of them, alternating as their hands roamed over my body.
They helped me out of my shirt, then took turns kissing down my chest. Soon both women were on their knees in front of me, sharing my cock in a beautiful double blowjob. IU sucked on the head while Miyeon licked along the shaft. They took turns taking me into their mouths, sometimes kissing each other with my cock between their lips.
“You’re so hard,” IU murmured, stroking me with her soft hand. “Look at him, Miyeon. Our boyfriend is leaking already.”
Miyeon smiled up at me. “He tastes good, doesn’t he?”
They worked together perfectly, tongues swirling, hands stroking, gentle moans mixing together. I had to grip the couch cushions to stay grounded.
After a while they stood up and undressed each other slowly, kissing and touching as they went. Watching IU and Miyeon together was mesmerizing. They were so comfortable with one another, hands exploring breasts and hips with loving familiarity. Miyeon sucked on IU’s nipples while IU ran her fingers through Miyeon’s hair.
“Come join us,” IU called softly.
I moved to the big couch. They had me lie down as they took turns riding my face. First Miyeon lowered her pussy onto my mouth, grinding gently while IU stroked my cock. Then they switched. IU’s taste was sweet as she rode my tongue, moaning softly while Miyeon kissed her.
“His tongue feels so good,” IU breathed. “You’re doing such a good job, baby.”
They eventually wanted more. Miyeon straddled me, sinking down onto my cock with a pleased sigh. She rode me steadily while IU sat on my face again, facing Miyeon. The two women kissed and touched each other’s breasts as they used me for pleasure.
IU came first on my tongue, thighs trembling. Miyeon followed soon after, clenching around me beautifully. They switched places—IU riding my cock while Miyeon rode my face. Their moans mixed together sweetly, encouraging each other and me with soft dirty talk.
“You’re taking both of us so well,” IU praised, rolling her hips. “Such a good boyfriend for your two girls.”
We changed positions multiple times. I took Miyeon from behind while she ate IU out. Then IU rode me reverse cowgirl while Miyeon sat on my face facing her, the two of them kissing the whole time. The room filled with the sounds of pleasure, skin meeting skin, and their loving whispers.
At one point they knelt together in front of me again for another double blowjob, this time faster and messier. Their tongues worked together until I couldn’t hold back.
“I’m close,” I warned, voice rough.
Both of them pulled back slightly, faces close together, tongues out and eyes looking up at me. I stroked myself through the last few seconds and came hard, thick ropes landing across their pretty faces and into their open mouths. IU and Miyeon licked each other clean, sharing gentle kisses and laughing softly at the mess.
We cleaned up with warm towels and water, then cuddled together on the big couch under a blanket. IU on my left, Miyeon on my right, both women snuggled close.
“That was… really nice,” Miyeon said quietly, tracing patterns on my chest. “Felt natural with the three of us.”
IU nodded, kissing my cheek. “No pressure. Just love and fun. You made both of us feel so good.”
I held them tighter, heart full. “I’m the luckiest guy. Having two amazing women who trust me like this.”
We talked for a long time afterward, the alcohol making everything softer and warmer. They shared stories about their friendship, how they both developed feelings for me, and how comfortable they felt sharing this side of themselves. There was no jealousy, just affection and laughter.
Later, when the mood turned intimate again, we moved to the bedroom. This time it was slower. I made love to IU in missionary while Miyeon kissed her and played with her breasts. Then I switched to Miyeon, with IU encouraging us both. They took turns riding me gently, kissing each other above me.
When I came the second time, they were both on their knees again, sharing the load across their faces and tongues with sweet smiles.
We fell asleep tangled together, my arms around both women. Their breathing was steady and peaceful. In the morning I knew there would be gentle kisses, shared breakfast, and more quiet affection. Being with IU and Miyeon like this felt special—two friends who chose to share their hearts and bodies with me in the most loving way.
No rush, no complications. Just warmth, pleasure, and the deep bond the three of us were building together.
Her recent outfit on the left was too good to not make a fic out of it honestly. Best we have seen her in awhile. But my dear @kesujo pitched a really good idea so I decided to come back after a year of no fics. Thanks @autumnyacorn & @kesujo for helping to proof read the fic and giving great ideas on how to make it better. Also I blame @okaylikeschaewon for the characterisation of IU to be this slutty, hate him instead. Hope the rest of you enjoy it ! Will talk more later.....
OC X IU Fantasy Theme SMUT with mentions of Yuna, Gaeul & others (7400 words)
The thing about being broke is that it doesn’t announce itself.
No warnings.
No loud thunder.
It just creeps into your life quietly, like dust — invisible.
Until suddenly, it’s everywhere. That’s the sort of situation you’re in now, lying in a pile of dusty wood, waking up in a rented room, staring at the cracked ceiling, wondering how many more nights it’ll hold before the landlord kicks your bump ass out.
In a world where children can cast flames before they can walk, or fly with wind magic before they can write their names, you were born with nothing. No magic. No blessing. No hope.
Fate didn’t just deal you a bad hand, it dealt you no hand at all.
The only thing you can do is hone your physical body, but that means little in a world where everything revolves around magic.
People tell you that magic isn’t everything, the same way rich people talk about money. Funny how it’s always the ones who have it all saying that. So you do what you can. You take on jobs that no one wants. You haul crates heavier than they need to be. You scrub pungent potion spills off guild floors. You ignite torches for adventurers who never bother to learn your name and probably wouldn’t notice if you vanished between one job.
Fuck them anyway. Privileged bastards.
Today is no different. You’re sweeping the guild hall again, moving in a monotonous, mindless rhythm. Laughter echoes above you, genuine laughter from people who barely have to try. Magic casts, armor clinks, trophies of lives living in easy mode.
You’re halfway through pretending not to eavesdrop but a few words slip through anyway.
“Not worth it. Not even for ten times the pay.”
“Wait, the infamous cursed woods?”
“Yeah. The Blackroot Forest. Whole party went in. Never came out.”
“Heard the survival rate’s basically zero.”
“The quest’s been untouched for ten years, even with the bounty increasing every year.”
Your grip tightens on the broom.
“The place is unusual,” someone adds. “Mana/Magic flows strange the closer you get. Can’t keep your bearings. Some say the forest moves on its own. They say something lives deep inside, and that something can sense from miles away.”
You swallow.
Everyone knows the stories —the forest that eats maps, the place where even veteran adventurers disappear without a trace. Even Yuna, the S-ranked prodigy destined for the Queen’s Guard, failed to come back.
The kind of place sane people avoid.
Your eyes drift to the quest board. You’re not bitter though you sound that way. You're just tired of your current life.
The bounty parchment flutters as someone walks past, and for a brief moment you see the number written at the bottom.
It’s more money than you’ve ever held in your life. More than you’d ever need in fact. Enough to eat properly. Enough to clear your debts. Enough to stop surviving and start living.
You tell yourself to look away. To be smart. To remember that people who are stronger, wiser, and far more magical than you have gone in and never returned.
But then you think about the mold on your walls. The hunger in your stomach. The way the world has already decided you don’t matter.
If you die in those woods, what difference does it make from the miserable life you’re already living?
You set the broom aside.
The guild receptionist Miyeon looks up as you approach, already halfway through a practiced dismissal.
“If you’re here about the—”
“The cursed woods.”
She freezes. “You’re alone?”
You nod.
“Are you out of your mind?”
A silent pause sits in the air as she stares at your resolute eyes.
Something unreadable flickers across her face before she slides the contract towards you. “Whatever. Nobody ever listens to me anyways.”
“Sign here,” she mutters. “And… good luck, warrior.”
You smile at the subtle care she shows you. Although she never admits it, she's the only one who was nice to you, cared for you, and acknowledged your existence.
You take the quill.
For the first time in a long while, your hands aren’t shaking.
If anything, you feel… excited.
You hear murmurs behind you, people whispering, calling you an idiot.
You don’t care. Inks streaking, fingerprints imprinted. Contract sealed.
…..
The Blackroot Forest lies far beyond the city walls, past the last honest trade road, over where caravans still bother to go. Long ago, it was a stretch of woodland separating the prosperous regions of Midgard and Nilfhim.
The black forest was once a natural corridor for merchants, mages, and diplomats alike. Trade & goods flowed through it, maintaining a healthy balance between the two wealthy nations. Entire economies depended on it. Then one day, a huge giant tree showed up deep in the woods.
What the nations now call Yggdrasil.
No one knows the exact dates of the events, but trade caravans gradually disappeared. Maps became unreliable. Scouts vanished. Messages sent through magical channels arrived warped or not at all, their words twisted into nonsense. At first, kingdoms tried to fix it the civilized way. They sent surveyors, then battlemages and finally elite task forces backed by the finest equipment gold could buy.
None of them came back.
With the main artery severed, trade collapsed between regions, and prices surged. A newer and longer trade route was forcefully carved, but that involved travelling an additional ten days across dangerous monster terrains. Resources became scarce, demand skyrocketed. And so, the bounty grew. Not because anyone believed that someone would succeed, but rather because hope, however delusional, was cheaper than watching the once prosperous nation collapse. You totally understand this feeling; the reason you are even on this quest proves that hope can be rather delusional in nature. That is why the number on the contract is so high. Not because they believed in you, but because they didn’t believe in anyone.
The road out is long and mostly empty. You travel light, far lighter than you’d like, but at least you’re not walking empty-handed. A sword hangs at your side and a small pack rests against your back, with enough food rations to sustain you. It isn’t much, but it’s more than what you’ve had on some days. At least you won't starve immediately, assuming you even survive long enough to need food.
When you finally reach the edge of the forest, it almost surprises you. No twisted nightmare shapes. No wall of darkness. For a moment, you almost believe the stories were exaggerated.
Then the branches shift and part.
A narrow path opens before you, deliberate and slow, like the forest itself is acknowledging your arrival.
Your hand tightens around your sword. A part of you wants to turn and run, but another part acknowledges your life back there isn't much better; here at least you have a chance. As you take a few steps in, the branches close back behind you. Light is instantly snuffed. You continue walking further into the forest darkness.
Then amidst the darkness, you hear footsteps approaching, one that seems to be in tune with the forest bed.
Your heart races. You turn, instinctively grabbing the sword handle, but what steps into view isn’t what you expected. Instead of some monster, in came one of the prettiest sights to your human eyes. An ethereal figure emerges between the trees as if stepping out of a dream, soft light gathering around her form, emitting a certain warmth. Flowers bloom where her feet touch the ground.
Your eyes scan her body, ruby red cloth clinging on to her slender curves, the neckline drawing your gaze gently, framing her collarbones and the natural curve of her cleavage in a way that feels pure. The crimson dress glows underneath the soft light, cascading down her sultry legs. Her beauty leaves you dazed and unable to act.
She smiles; not sinister but something gentler and welcoming.
“Easy, warrior. I was wondering when someone would finally come around,” she continues, tilting her head slightly. “It’s been… a very very long time. People don’t come here anymore, especially after those rumors started spreading.”
You don’t lower your guard, hands still on your sword, ready to draw at any moment. But somehow, you stop trembling.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Jieun, the caretaker of this forest, or what you humans call us, a forest nymph.”
“You needn’t fear,” she says gently. “If I wished you any harm, you would not have made it past the first root.”
That should terrify you. Instead, it comforts you more than it should; it makes perfect sense, this woman was literally bending trees in front of you. She could kill you anytime, but she didn’t.
Her gaze lingers on you, something curious, something…greedy, as if she’s looking to gain something from you.
“What is this place? Where's the curse I’m supposed to dispel?”
“You have many questions. I would answer them all,but first…. You will have to pass my test”
“What test? I didn’t come here to play your games.”
She tilts her head, studying you with curiosity. Then she steps closer, far too close. Your hands grip the handle tighter. You feel it immediately, the warmth of her presence, an embracing feeling that envelops your body, as if promising to take good care of you.
“Oh, don’t look so tense. You have been staring at my body ever since I appeared.”
“I—” Your breath hitches before you can stop.
She’s right. Her dress that outlined those cleavage was distracting you way too much. You could feel your cock stirring as it grows and strains in your pants with how scantily dressed Jieun is.
She smiles wider, clearly pleased. “There it is,” you look away, jaw tightening, trying to avoid these rightful allegations, but she slowly circles around, before stopping right in front of you. “You have something I need.”
“And what’s that?” You unsheathe your blade slightly.
“A good fuck.”
She pulls back just enough for you to meet her gaze as if to laugh at your flushing face.
“And I,” she adds softly, “have something you desperately need. So why not drop the pretense so we both can get what we want? Are you up for the challenge, brave warrior?” You nod out of reflex without realising.
She chuckles and with a wave of her hand, rough vines and branches shoot out from the surroundings, lashing and clinging around your clothes, ripping your top off. Your sword unbuckles off your waist, plunging into the ground, sticking upright. You bent down to reach for the sword but before you can grab it she closes the distance in one swift step. Her palm presses onto your chest, cool despite the heat of your body and you feel your heart kick against her fingers. In a flash, Jieun drops to her knees with ferns appearing to cushion the impact. Her hands find your belt buckle, metal clinking, and you stare down at the crown of her head while blood surges south so fast your vision narrows.
You try to speak but the first tug of your pants silences you. Your cock springs free, heavy and impatient, slapping gently against your lower belly. A bead of pre-cum already glimmers at the slit, and Jieun’s smile widens at the offering.
She wraps her graceful fingers around your base, grip confident, and gives a single slow stroke that sends heat rolling up your spine. Her breath comes first, warm, then her tongue curls beneath the ridge to collect the slick salt gathering there.
You groan, knuckles whitening as you clench hard still trying to process the situation. But she cuts your train of thought short, her lips parting as she simply take you inside.
Wet heat folds around you, tight and smooth, her tongue pressing along the underside while her cheeks hollows with gentle suction.
Without warning, she takes you deeper in one fell swoop, no gag, no pause until your crown nudges the back of her throat and keeps going, swallowed by a throat that massages every vein. Is she really just a forest nymph? Or is she a sex goddess in disguise? In any case, her throat is a bottomless pit, taking you whole, swallowing you deep. Your hips jerk reflexively, forcing a grunt from your chest, yet she takes it all so well and simply moans, the vibration buzzing straight into your shaft.
“Here’s your test, Be a good boy and last for a minute. The previous adventurers all failed terribly — well, except one.” She says briefly before taking you back in.
“Fuck.” You are unsure of how much you can resist, but you have to take the challenge up. Were the other adventurers killed off when they failed? Is that why they never came out? A million unimportant questions floods your mind before a particularly deep bob, brings you back to reality.
“Jieun please… slow down…”
Determined to pleasure you, her hands caress your thighs and balls as she sucks harder, cheeks hollowing out, not pulling away a single moment to even catch her breath.
“Please— I'm going to c-cum.”
Jieun ignores you and continues to suck vigorously, her skilled mouth and tongue working overtime to bring you to the edge. She looks up at you with lust-filled eyes, seeing how close you are.
“No,no! Not yet! You have to last the full minute, remember?” she pulls off briefly, stroking your slick shaft, before gathering spit in her mouth and spitting it back all over your shaft.
Your hands reach forward to stop her but Jieun was quicker —a snap of her fingers and thin green vines snakes across the leaf litter, coiling around your wrists first, before tugging until your arms lifts. You're bound, helpless.
“Count down from ten for me will you?” She says before her voice is once again muffled, taking you back in. You curse under your breath and began the dreadful countdown, cock pulsing in Jieun’s throat and she responds by drawing back until only the cockhead remains trapped between her lips, then plunging down again, faster this time, spit slicking your skin in glossy streaks.
“10…”
You struggle, but the living restraints holds you in perfect stillness, no control, only sensation.
“9…"
She sets a rhythm that’s both relentless and teasing, slow enough to feel every inch, fast enough to rob you of breath.
“8…7…6…”
Her tongue never stops — it flicks beneath the rim, dips into the slit to gather every droplet, then flattens to cradle your shaft as she bobs, causing you to quicken the count.
“5…”
Saliva drips off her chin, falling warm onto your bare thighs, stringing onto her tits, the crude sounds of her gulping filling the forest.
“4…”
Looking down, you met her upturned stare, lustful eyes daring you to last, daring you to remain standing while she siphons the life out of you.
“3…”
You clench every muscle, but still feel the orgasm looming.
“2…”
The vines extend past your wrist , snaking towards your stiff nipples, its leaves flicking them.
“1!”
You groan her name, and she positions herself directly in front of your throbbing cock, looking up at you with eager eyes. Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips in anticipation.
“Cum for me warrior, mark me with your hot seed, I want to feel it coating my face.”
Her hands continue firm strokes as she waits, ready to receive your explosive release. The sight of her beautiful face tilting up towards you, those innocent yet slutty eyes, was too much to resist.
You roar loudly as your cock pulses and throbs, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. With one last stroke from Jieun, you erupt, thick ropes of hot cum shooting out, splattering across Jieun's pretty face. Your hips jerk involuntarily as spurt after spurt paints her cheeks, nose, and parted lips.
“Fuck yes, take it all!” she continues to stroke you as you ride out intense waves of pleasure. Your release seems endless, marking her porcelain skin with streaks of pearly white. When you finally slow, you smear the excess cum around her face with your glans, making sure to glaze every inch of her face.
Jieun moans softly as your hot cum rains endlessly on her face.
“Mmmm…Thank you, that was amazing” Jieun smiles as she uses her fingers to scoop up some of the cum on her cheek, bringing it to her lips to taste. “You came so much, painting me so thoroughly like a good boy.” Slowly and sensually, she licks her fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with you.
“My face is sticky with your seed now, you did such a great job lasting.”
She stands up, and as you catch your breath, vision coming back, you notice that her skin has fully absorbed all of your cum, making her look as good as fresh again.
“Now time for your reward, how would you take me? Oh I know, I can read your desires and fantasies after all.” Slowly and sensually, she licks her fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with you.
Fingers dancing around her body, she conducts and controls gentle vines that hook round the fabric, peeling the layers off to expose her creamy skin under the night moonlight. She flicks her wrist again, this time thin vines once again springing from beneath the growth, writing around her ankles. You watch in fascination as more spiraled, winding around her wrists and lifting them above her head until the glory of her ethereal form reveals, breasts perky, fully exposed now. Two heavier ropes of greenery snaps forth and lassos her thighs, dragging them apart, before another one wraps around her torso, suspending her mid air, thighs spread, glistening folds exposed, fully helpless before you.
"You want me like this, don’t you?"
Voice full of lust and haughtiness, she’s a predator who is just so damn good at seduction.
She snaps her fingers again, and you feel a warmth enter your body, well specifically, your lower body, removing any refractory period, making your length hard again. You step in closer, rational thoughts fading as you are simply enthralled by the beauty and the delicious treat in front of you. Your carnal desires sweep away any composure left in you, forgetting about your quest at all.
Kneeling before her spread form, the scent rising from her parted lips smells fruity and sweet, intoxicating you completely. Her clit peeps from those delicious folds, twitching, begging to be touched. You inhale her odor deep, before flattening your tongue and taking a wide lick. To no surprise, it tastes unbelievably good, the sweetest thing you have eaten in your life. She gasps, hips snapping forward so hard the vines creak above her. Licking again with deliberate slowness, you trace every fold, swirling at every inch, feeling her increasing wetness fill your tongue, trying to consume more and more of her taste.
Your hands cradle her spread thighs for leverage as you drag her taste across your lips, then part her entrance with two fingers, sinking them to the hilt. Her walls molds into your fingers, leakage dripping down your knuckles. You push and curl, coaxing louder moans, never ceasing your assault on her clit.
"Mmm, you taste so fucking good," you groan.
You devour her, lapping at her fragrant pussy juice until your chin is drenched, fucking her slowly while your thumb flicks her swollen nub. The forest smells of sex now, painted by her slick nectar.
Your mouth glides upward, leaving her mound gaping, clit pulsing, needy and hungry for more. You move upwards to her hardened nipples, taking them into your mouth, tongue twirling around the buds before moving further, soft bites trailing across her collarbone, shoulders, returning to her mouth where her tongue answers yours with fierce ownership.
"You’re mine now," you moan against her lips with false belief that you are in control, pressing your weight so your throbbing cock presses to her opening. You slide in slowly, allowing her slick to coat your entire shaft, then you thrust your hips, spearing her completely. She cries out, back arching against the vine restraints. Her pussy slams shut around you, squeezing like a wet cocksleeve.
You grab her slim hips and start a steady, pounding rhythm, sliding deep before withdrawing to the head, then pushing back to split her again, savouring every inch of her heat. The way the vines stretch out her sexy body, tits bouncing perfectly, you could admire it all day but you got a job to do.
"Tell me how much you love my cock in your pussy,"
"Fuck yes," she moans, eyes rolling, "I love your cock, I love it filling me. It’s been so long since anyone fucked me like this. "
You lean down again to capture her lips in a sloppy kiss, her lips tasting sweeter, your tongue delving deeper into her mouth, exploring her possessively. Your own self-control continues to fray, the need to dominate this nymph slowly overtakes you.
“Gonna fill this needy little pussy up so good”. You pick up the pace slightly, angling your hips to hit that special spot inside her with each deep stroke. “That's it, moan for me... Let the whole forest hear who you belong to.” After a few more thrusts you spin her around. The vines flexibly twist and adjust to your desires. You bend her over, her ass presented like fresh fruit ready for harvest. A stinging slap cracks across one cheek; you watch red blooming before aligning your length with her slutty pussy once again. Driving in, you lean back and enjoy the feeling of her cunt suctioning around your shaft. "Take it, you filthy nymph," you thrust relentlessly.
Jieun gasps and arches her back at the rough pounding she was receiving.
“Mmph… ahh…”
Her inner walls contract and loosens with every squeeze around your thick length as you thrust faster, hitting that sensitive spot.
“Oooh yes, right there! Don't stop, please! Spank me again!” You do what any gentleman would do at this point, giving the left and right cheek equal attention landing a few hard spanks that causes her pussy to tighten in sync with every spank.
“Ah ah ahhh, Your cock feels amazing...stretching me so full…” the vines read her mind and spread her legs wider instinctively, almost forcing a split and welcoming you deeper. The lewd wet sounds echoes through the silent trees along with her escalating moans.
“I'm getting close already... You're going to make me cum so hard on your big dick!”
Yet as quivering pressure built, you rip yourself away, leaving her empty, soaked inner walls fluttering at sudden emptiness, desperate for more. She collapses forward , gasping, weight supported by the vine, wrists still stretched overhead, pussy flexing for your cock that is no longer there. When you trace one sticky finger down the ridge of her spine, she shivers.
“Why did you stop! I was about to cum!" she whines, begging in ways she probably would not do for anyone else.
“Count to 10 for me slut, don’t you dare cum before that.”
Karma’s a bitch, but here it is one hell of a perfect bitch. For some reason, although she obviously has all the power over you, she looks so submissive, so needy, so desperate that you know she would go through with it. So you align your tip once again, and thrust deep into her.
“10…”
You pound into Jieun harder and faster, relishing in her desperate cries and the slick squelch of her dripping arousal.
“9…8…”
“Fuck yeah, that's it! Take my cock like the insatiable little slut you are!”
“7…6…”
One hand grips her hip bruisingly while the other reaches between them to rub tight circles over her throbbing clit.
“5…4…”
“Hold it, you are going to cum for me Jieun, scream my name as I ruin this perfect pussy.” Your balls slap obscenely against her ass with each thrust, pushing both of you closer to the edge.
“3…2…”
“WAIT I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU ABOUT THE CURSE!” Before she can continue, one of your hands moves over, clamping her mouth shut.
“1!”
“Shit, I'm gonna flood this cunt with my seed... Paint your womb white with my cum! Cum for me Jieun!”
“I'm CUMMING!!!” Your fingers assault her sensitive clit as her pussy clamps down hard, on your pistoning cock, ripping and milking it as she comes undone. Her muffled voice ripping through the hand that is still clamping over her mouth. She convulses violently in her bonds, juices gushing out around your plunging shaft to soak your groin and thighs.
You remain buried deep in her as you recover from your high, before a soft voice whispers out.
“I was supposed to warn you about the curse, but I guess it's too late now.”
“Too late? What do you mean?” You say between pants, still deeply lodged into her.
“Well, to put it simply, a forest nymph like me was born with an uncontrollable curse. I suck magic off someone when I or my partner orgasms. All those adventurers were far too weak–well, except one–hence nobody ever made it out.”
“Warriors in the past trained in both body and magic, but in today’s world where everyone is born with magic, they abandoned the former, and their body is weak. Once their magic is drained, those weaklings would just lose themselves, so for you, I would say you probably have about 30 more seconds.”
Her sweet demeanor turns into an evil smile. You are not exactly sure why you guys are having a conversation like this while your dick is still deeply lodged in her sweet pussy. Well she allowed it anyway and you definitely are not complaining. Besides, it feels too good to pullout.
“Wells, if I have 30 more seconds, then I'm fucking you until I die.” You begin moving again, feeling her velvet walls massage your rehardening cock, sending jolts of pleasure to you.
“Fuck the way you squeeze me…. This hungry pussy is insatiable.”
“Wait STOP, I’m still sensitive. This is not how any rational human should respond.” Jieun tries to move her hands to stop you but realises that it is still tightly bound. She snaps her hands to undo the bindings but to her horror it didn't work. On the other hand, instead of feeling that you were drained of life, you feel the opposite. You feel more in tune with the nature around you, as if they are now answering to you. Frankly speaking, you did not understand what was going on, you barely heard any of Jieun’s explanation except the fact that you only had 30 seconds left, instinctively blocking out the moment you hear the word “magic” since you hate that word so much. Little did you know that honing your physical body, and being born with zero magic is the sole reason that the following events are taking place.
You continue grinding against her, savouring the friction, and you experiment, visualising the vine tightening around her wrist, and to your surprise it happens. They are now answering to YOU and not her.
“STOP please, what is happening?”
“Round two slut, seems like the forest has abandoned this slutty body of yours and answers to me now. Be careful what you wish for, you minx.”
You lean forward, turning her head, capturing her lips again in a searing kiss.
“By the time I'm done with you, this forest will be a witness to how thoroughly i will wreck this gorgeous body.”
The filthy promise sends shivers down her spine straight to her core. Her mind says no, by given her nature, her body is responding to your every word, becoming increasingly wet.
“Mmmph yes…. All yours.. Ruin me whatever way you want then.” Deep down, you sense some sort of relief from her, that finally someone would not be a one time fling, losing themself after a few orgasm, but someone who could really take her and use her body as she pleases.
You cradle her chin, thumb slipping into her lips until her mouth opens, her eyes, once smug, dominant, are now completely broken, submissive, full of desire. The composure has finally cracked and all that is left is desperate need and raw lust. You smile before fisting her hair with your other hand and yanking up. With all the power in your hands, you do perhaps what you yourself consider one of the most debauched things to do at this point.
With a snap of your fingers, the vines respond, whirling through air, coiling around her waist, ankles, before lifting her and turning her upside down, her world inverted. Blood rushes to her face and she pants, saliva stringing toward the earth. Your cock still painted in her slick throbs in open air, veins pulsing. You grip the base and slap her cheek with the shaft, leaving wet stripes. “Open.” Her lips parted instantly, that same obedience she once pretended was her own, now turns against her.
“Clean up the mess you made, slut.” You feed your length between her teeth slowly, letting her feel every inch stretch her jaw. When your tip reaches her throat again, this time she gags, making you even more satisfied. You kept pushing until her nose flattens against your pelvis. Filling her throat completely, spit overflows, making your balls slick . Only then did you start to move, slowly to ensure she gags even more, sawing her throat even more open. Each withdrawal earns a wet pop; each return draws a gurgle.
While your hips work, you yank her down until her smooth cunt hovers above your face. While she had to clean up your messy cock, you had the privilege of not needing to do that, since she had obediently absorbed the cum once again into her body. Honey strings from her folds, sweet scent filling you again. You peel her lips apart, exposing her swollen clit, and attack her folds, your lips sealing tight, tongue licking in a relentless rhythm. Her scream vibrates up your cock; her thighs thrashes, but the vines holds firm. You spear two fingers into her pussy, curling forward, demanding another reaction, yet just as her walls began that pre orgasm ritual, you freeze, lifting your mouth, denying her.
“Not until I say so, little nymph.”
You dive back, burying your face between her thighs alternating between broad strokes of your tongue and targeted flicks over her swollen clit, groaning deeply as Jieun takes you into her hot mouth, her skilled tongue driving you wild.
“Fuck yes, just like that baby... Suck that dick like you mean it.” Inhaling her intoxicating scent, you devour her with hunger, driven by the desire of wanting her taste to flood your mouth. Everytime she moans around her cock, you eat her more frantically, moving your tongue in frantic patterns and ways.
“Mmmm your pussy tastes even better now... Can eat this sweet cunt for hours. “ She tries to close her thighs but the vines keeps it spread.
“Please let me cum again.” You have other plans.
You pull out of her throat, appreciating how strands of saliva keep you tethered to her. The vines answers your silent order: they flip her back, lowering her in a spiral until her toes touch the ground. Before she can draw any breath, fresh vines jerks her arms behind her back, bending her forward so her breasts presses against a cedar, bark rubbing against her nipples. She gasps, two more loops yanking her ankles further apart, leaving her cunt split wide, glistening.
You spit in your palm, slick your cock, then drive in, one ruthless thrust that buries you to the root. Her cunt clenches again as you withdraw and slam, before raising your hand, spanking hard against her ass, leaving a good mark on her porcelain skin. “Count them,” you order.
She moans “One” on the first impact, “Two” on the next, voice shattering each time until the numbers dissolve into wordless begging.
Your rhythm turns even more savage, hammering into her as each slap of your balls against her clit send shockwaves through her belly. Sweat courses down your spine, but you are thankful that the years of physical training have prepared you for this very moment. When you feel her pre-orgasm routine, you yank yourself free causing Jieun to cry out at the emptiness.
You drag her by the hair, making her crawl towards a fallen log before throwing her body over it. The vines are still cinching her wrists underneath. You pull hard on the hair arching her spine, then lift the log with your new powers slightly so her ass juts upwards, face pressing into the ground. The angle opens her holes obscenely, and she shivers, knowing what will come next. You kneel, tasting her once more, fluttering your tongue over her clit until she tries to grind back, before slapping both cheeks until handprints show on her already red cheeks.
"You took me so well with this pussy,” you murmur, thumb circling her crinkled star, “Now you are going to take everything” You suck two fingers before working them into her ass while your cock nudges her cunt’s entrance. She gasps at the dual pressure. “WAIT!”
You do not, thrusting into her once again simultaneously with your fingers, that pushes past the tight rim slowly but relentlessly. Once the rim has fully swallowed your fingers, you begin to move, intentionally alternating: three thrusts with your fingers into her ass, two deep into her cunt, sometimes you thrust simultaneously, other times randomly. She babbles incoherently, hair messily sticking to her face. Despite her vocal command to stop she continues to push into you. After a few thrusts and sensing your pending orgasm, you bury your cock balls-deep, and your fingers deep into her ass, bending over to her ears and whisper, “Cum, you slutty nymphomanaic. Cum now.”
The command unleashes her. She screams into the log, whole body convulsing, asshole contracting like a vise around your fingers. That milking pressure drags you over and you release once again deep inside her, painting her walls until seed overflows and run down her trembling thighs. Pulse after pulse emptying into her while you hold her hips, gripping tightly.
When the last spasm passes you stay embedded, savoring her clenching aftershocks before sliding free. Her creamy pussy begins to drip onto the moss. You wipe yourself across her ass cheek. The vines slackens and she collapses into the forest bed, chest heaving.
You fall down onto the ground. You pant heavily, knees too weak without any strength to hold yourself anymore. You stay like this for a good ten minutes, with Jieun just laying flat on the ground.You then see her getting up, fingers dipping into her dripping cunt before scooping your cum and feeding it into her mouth. Jieun walks towards not you this time but your sword that is still plunged deep into the ground beside you.
You are so dead. That thought flashes through your mind.
“Wait Jieun calm down, I didn't mean to.” You scramble to your feet but you are so exhausted that you can’t reach the sword faster than her. Then she does something you did not expect. She swings one leg over the fallen sword. With her powers regained, she snaps her finger to ensure that the sword’s handle turns out to be as good as new. Then she kneels, knees apart, and wraps her slim fingers around the sword’s pommel. She lowers her torso, until her drenched cunt kisses the bronze pommel before swallowing the fat bulb in one slow sink, riding the sword’s pommel like it is a dildo. Without looking back, she bends forward, spreading her ass, the tight hole winking at you inviting you in.
“Use me. Fuck my ass one more time, you said you were going to take EVERYTHING right?” This woman is insatiable, and you shove yourself up. Blood rushes into your groin; your shaft thickening so fast it bobs against your stomach, and you don't know how but you regained your strength so quickly. One hand clamping around her hips, the other aligning your cockhead against that glistening ring before ramming it in. She swallows you completely, gripping way tighter than before as she screams into the silent forest.
“Harder,” she snarls, shoving back against you. “Fuck my ass like you own it.” Your fingers dig into her soft asscheeks, hoping you wouldn't bruise this beautiful artwork, a fake concern, considering how you just used her. You pull back until only the crown stretches her rim, then push back in again and again. Each thrust drives a grunt from your chest and a sultry moan from her. The pommel of the sword only serves as added pleasure for both of you. Each thrust causes her to grind down harder. Additionally, the pommel had caused her ass to be even tighter than when you had just your fingers in her, making her feel even more stuffed. Sweat drips onto her spine which makes her look even more sexy. You aren't going to last much longer given how weak your knees are and how tight her ass is, along with how you have already orgasmed twice.
Somewhere beside you, your eyes drift to the leather sheath of the sword lying beside. You snatch it, pressing the middle of it to her mouth. She opens instinctively; you slide the leather sheath between her teeth, silencing the next moan, pulling her back into you as if it's some sort of leash, not around her neck but her mouth.
You bend over her, your sweat-slick chest sticking to her back, and growl into her ear. “You like this, don’t you? Being used like a dirty little slut. Seducing adventurers cause you are a hungry dirty nymph.”
She nods frantically, moans-muffled spit seeping into the sheath and dripping all over her chin, before you yank the leather free so she could answer.
“Yes,” she rasps. “I’m your dirty little slut. Fuck my ass until I can’t take it anymore.”
Your fist knots in her hair, wrenching her head backwards arching her back even more. You pound without abandon, hips snapping, trying to go as deep as you can savouring her as much as you could, your stamina running incredibly low.
“Cum for me, milk it all out.” One more brutal lunge and your own climax detonates. Jets of seed flood her tunnel, pulse after pulse, while you hold and ram her to the hilt. Her pussy clenches around the pommel and your shaft, squirting all over the forest bed, defiling the thing that she was supposed to protect. When the last spasm fades you ease out slowly; her rim gaping, closing shortly after your cum leaks down her thighs. She collapses flat once again, breasts heaving against the dirt, thighs twitching. You drop beside her, totally out of strength. Seeing you collapsed beside her, she moves to lie her face into your chest, holding your hand and hearing your heart beat.
You both lie there motionless, your other hand wrapped around her waist, before brushing her tangled hair from her face. You trace a thumb over her jaw, before whispering “Mine,” then press a kiss to her temple, tasting the salt of her sweat. A quiet command from her loosens the remaining bonds around her body, before you both lie lifeless, admiring the moonlight that now peers through the forest trees.
“I am not quite sure what happened. You were the only adventurer who lasted so long and fucked me so well.”
“Well, I don't have magic, so you couldn't drain anything out of me. Osmosis I guess?” You ramble rubbish from your early education. “Your magic flowed into me for awhile cause I was never born with it? Or maybe i just fucked you too good into oblivion.”
She chuckles, smiling softly, happy that someone can finally satisfy her. “Not done yet are we?” “We’ll try something even filthier the next few times.”
And so that is pretty much what ensued in the next few hours with breaks here and there. But magic sure is wonderful, something you think you would never say, always accelerating your recovery. You bend her on every branch, use her in every hole, fuck her in every position , until she is fully covered in cum all over her body, not even bothering to absorb it this time so she looks even dirtier to fuel your desire. Eventually you are too spent to keep up and pass out…..
……
“Wake up adventurer…. Wake up” You open your eyes. Pearly white gates were seen towering over you, the bright lights warm instead of blinding. You do not remember what happened except that you passed out while deeply lodged in Jieun’s ass. “I guess I am dead,” what a way to go out, you thought to yourself.
“You aren't dead silly.” A beautiful figure emerges from the gates, along with a pinked hair angel that follows behind, face grumpy.
“My name is Karina, who they call the goddess of light, and I came to deliver a message.”
“What the fuck is happening?’
“Watch your filthy mouth when talking to the goddess before I kill you.”
“Calm down Gaeul, we need him for what is to come.”
“What is to come?” You ask while your eyes drift slightly lower at her well, huge heavy tits.
“You will soon find out, but the message is this, hone your skills, do not despise your magic-less birth, you are needed to be the vessel for great power, and you have already experienced some part of it.”
What in the world is she talking about? You are confused as fuck, but you recall the point where you had sapped and used Jieun’s power for awhile. So… osmosis is kinda of real?
A voice breaks your thoughts. “Here’s the gift of light, this power will surface in time of need," she leans forward, her chest dangerously close to you, before she plants a kiss on your forehead.
Can the gift of light be these tits instead, you chuckle to yourself.
“You know we can hear you right, you filthy bastard, I am so going to kill you.” The pink-haired grumpy girl called Gaeul snarls before Karina lifts her hand, silencing her.
“We will meet again, brave adventurer. For now press on”
“WAIT HOW CAN I FIND YOU?”
…..
“Wake up WAKE UPPPP.”
You woke up panting. You are now in an inn, on a comfortable bed, Jieun’s face just above you staring deep into you.
“You have been sleeping for 1 whole week , you sleepy head, time to wake up”
The smell of coffee and toast and fresh fruits fills your nose. Your stomach growls, hungry from not eating. You lean upwards kissing Jieun gently, before fully sitting upwards when another voice greets you.
“Oh look who is up. Welcome, fellow adventurer.”
Before you sits another beautiful warrior which you instantly recognise. The S-tier warrior, the prodigy, the one and only Yuna. You suddenly recall Jieun’s words “All but one survived.” It didn't hit you then but now it all makes sense.
“Wait, I thought you were dead?”
She chuckles.
“Nah, I just got bored of everything, prodigy, queen’s guard. Fuck that, here’s so much more fun, I will explain everything over breakfast, so please eat first.”
You stare at her, wide hips , pretty face, feeling some inner desire fueling again before she cuts you off. “Stop staring at me like I’m your breakfast, eat some real food first you horny bastard”
You walk over to the table grabbing a plate before devouring the food hungrily… head pondering over the word “first”. You get your answer shortly, Jieun coming over to sit on Yuna’s lap, hands wrapped around her neck, before leaning in for a sloppy make out session with Yuna.”
Your feel blood rushing to your bottom again before Jieun breaks the kiss and seductively speaks.
“You can join us once you are done….”
Happy new year everybody. 2025 was a really rough year for me, hence I did not have any time to write. I felt bad so here's a new year piece for all of you! I know many of you have been asking for SSC part 3, i dont know when i will ever write that but who knows! I think it has been about 2-3 years since I joined this community and I enjoy the company. so shoutout to @i-am-lifeform24 & @okaylikeschaewon for being so warm and welcoming me when i first join! <3
Hope you guys enjoy this! and leave comments ask thoughts or whatever heh
