A/N: Prompt for @kwilquib. Thank you so much for hosting!
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This was quite possibly the dumbest idea you’ve ever agreed to.
You’ve been staring at mahogany for the past three minutes, fidgeting with the box of air that you call the pizza box in your hand and tugging at the collar of your shirt.
It’s a door. Your door. The one that came with the house you bought. Leading to your home. To your wife. Your Chaeryeong, your Chaery, the love of your life who just so happens to be at the other end of it, waiting for you to knock. You’ve done the action of opening it, closing it, locking it, so on and so forth so many times and yet, knocking is what throws you off.
Seriously, why bother knocking when you own the damn place, but here you are. Forced to knock for the sake of satisfying her curiosity.
And you’ll do anything for your wife.
Even at the cost of your dignity.
You sigh, your hand knocking on the wood. One, two—
“You sure took your time getting here.” The door opens to reveal your wife, dressed in a camisole that you knew was a size smaller and a pair of shorts that showed off those thighs you simply adored. She leans against the doorframe, hair over one shoulder and her lips curled in a smirk.
“Hi. I-uh, yo-your-uh,” you cough, swallow, avoid contact for a second before looking straight back at her, avoiding looking anywhere near down. Trying to get into character, as she so eloquently told you earlier. “Your pizza’s here. It’s uh, it’s fifteen bucks in total–”
“Oh no!” she gasps like the drama queen she’s trying to be. “I forgot to get my wallet!”
“I can wait here–”
“You should come in, please.” Her finger starts tapping her chin before slipping between her teeth, a grin spreading across her face.
“And it’s late too!” she adds, her hand clutching your arms. “It’s dangerous to drive back all alone, and you must be so tired from driving so far out just for me.”
It was two in the afternoon. And you live here.
She’s enjoying this way too much.
“Just, you know, doing my job,” you chuckle meekly, clutching the empty cardboard in your hands like some teenager on his first job. “All you need to do is–”
“Let this big, strong pizza delivery boy come inside,” she finishes for you, giving your arms a squeeze before taking the pizza box from your hands, making sure to brush her fingers against yours, and stepping to the side, grin still on her face with a little bite of her lip to ‘sell’ the entire thing. “I insist.”
You do an awkward shuffle, lips fighting back against the grin that threatens to betray the show you two are performing.
“I-I wouldn’t want to-uhm, intrude so late in the night.”
Her laugh gets you. You don’t know if it’s for keeping the act up or because she genuinely finds you hilarious doing this whole shtick with her. She puts a hand on her cheek, tilting her head like she’s swooning at how adorably stupid you must look right now.
“It’s no problem. Gotta pay for the food anyway,” she teases, a giggle managing to escape from her lips. “Maybe even a nice, thick tip for being so brave delivering pizzas.”
Yeah, definitely too much.
Before you can ‘think’ of another excuse, you’ve been pulled inside to your living room. The same place where you two have Friday movie nights, the same place where you had pepperoni pizza for lunch, and the same place where this entire idea was born out of boredom.
“Sorry for the mess.” She goes ahead and places the empty box down on the coffee table, pushing some empty glasses and plates to the side. “I had some friends earlier and forgot to clean up.”
You can’t tell if that was a jab at you or not.
She makes sure to bend over right there in front of you, giving you a free view of her ass. The very ass that you’ve buried your face into countless times while her thighs wraps around your head.
She takes her time straightening up, giving a little twirl to face you and stretches her arms above her head, that camisole riding up to show her midriff, her breasts straining the top. She adds an over the top moan that was totally unnecessary and places her hands behind her back to give a little (a lot) more emphasis to her chest before walking up to you.
Now, your wife is hot—that’s simply facts. Years of sleeping next to her and with her has made you memorize every single inch of her body as if it was the back of your hand. You’ve seen her in the skimpiest clothing and had the pleasure of peeling it off her one by one. Especially stockings off of her thighs.
That fucks you up more than anything.
But somehow, the casual fit she has on is frying your brain. The hints of skin showing underneath the top, her chest making the fabric rise for god’s sake, those damn shorts that accentuate the curve of her ass and showing off the pillows you call her thighs—you’ve slept on them before—and it is unfair how she looks better in this than most of the things she’s worn.
Maybe this is a good idea after all.
“How much do I owe you again?” She leans forward, the neckline of her top dipping, her cleavage in full view. Combine that with the smell of musky vanilla and you are hooked.
God what the fuck—
“F-fifteen for the pizza,” you answer, not hiding the fact that you’re staring at her tits anymore.
She’s leering, eyeing you up and down before easing back and smiling with mock innocence. “Okay!”
She slips past you, making sure to get really close, chest almost smothering your arm and her fingers brushing against yours as she gets to the kitchen counter to get your ‘payment’. You don’t really know if she’ll actually give you cash since your eyes are glued to the sway of her hips, the jiggle of her thighs, the–
“Payment for the manly delivery boy.” She hands you tissue paper. Four, to be exact. You can’t help but let stare at them for a moment before letting a sigh out of your lips. Really?
“With a little extra. Think I can get your tip next?”
Alright, now she's laying it on a bit too thick. But this was getting a bit too entertaining to put a stop to.
“My boss will kill me if I don’t get back–”
“You shouldn't leave! It’s so late and it started raining!”
The skies were clear, you're pretty sure you heard birds chirping outside before you came in, and she’s undeniably bullshitting.
“Damn, it did start raining.” You play along, looking annoyed at the ‘rain’ that was pouring over the windows. “I guess I should stay here for now then.”
“You definitely should,” she nods, very enthusiastic about it all. A grin featured on her face, her eyebrows are wagging, and she’s bouncing on her toes. “Let me show you where you’ll be sleeping.”
“I think the couch is good enough for me,” you say, giving her a sheepish smile. Still ‘in character’ even if you’ve wanted to drop the act since you knocked on your door.
Chaeryeong doesn’t care. Or at least, she can’t be asked to since she’s pretty adamant on getting you in bed rather than the couch. She gives you another half-assed excuse (something about hospitality) to get you to the bedroom, hands grabbing your wrists, tugging you gently towards your room with a grin on her face.
“I’d be such a bad hostess if I let you sleep on the couch,” she says, taking you upstairs.
Admittedly, the couch was comfortable enough to sleep on. It survived worse. Such as when you and her fuck on it.
It’s only when you hear the creaking of a door opening that you realize that she’s brought you to your bedroom. “After such a long, hard drive you should be sleeping on the bed–”
She pauses, eyes darting between you and the bed like you did something to it (you made the bed this morning). She even takes a step back from you, letting go of your ‘big, strong’ arms—her words, not yours—and in comes another act.
“Oh no!” she gasps, a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and staring straight at you with such a scandalized expression your lips twitch. You try your damnedest to prevent yourself from laughing at how absurdly cringe she’s acting right now. “There’s only one bed! Whatever will we do?”
The guest room was right next door. She knows this. You know this. You also know she’s mixing up the tropes for the fun of it.
Not like it matters anymore when you’re so close to being able to strip away this delivery boy act. But alas, you must carry on.
“Really, the couch is fine. I’m used to it.” You scratch the back of your head. You’ve stopped pretending at this point, and you’re just running out of things to say.
“Is there any way I can convince you to stay?” She’s back to pressing up against you, eyes looking up at yours, hands resting at your belt, all with that smirk on her face.
It’s funny how she can make up more excuses that no longer make sense to the narrative that you started with. And you can’t lie, she’s doing a pretty good job at acting.
She keeps up with the shocked expressions, the exaggerated gasps, the wide eyes, yet her hands are still sending waves of pleasure down your crotch, her tongue comes out to lick her lips, and her chest is really fucking distracting.
The entire thing is so ridiculously stupid it’s crazy how you haven’t broken down in laughter since the beginning. Though she makes it really hard not to when she’s been teasing you with the peeks of skin and palming your cock.
Chaeryeong leans in, close enough for your noses to touch. She gives you her best set of ‘fuck me’ eyes, bites her lip, and gives you a squeeze.
Then she asks you one question, because of course she had to pull that line out.
“Is that sausage for me?”
You smile, let a chuckle leave your mouth before you rein it back in, your hands taking hold of her waist. You can tell she was cringing at the words that left her mouth when she closed her eyes and pursed her lips to stop herself from doing the same thing.
“Shut it,” she mutters, a hand momentarily leaving your pants to pinch your arm.
“It was kinda funny,” you reply, leaning down to give her a peck on the lips.
She leans into the kiss, deepening it when her tongue slides against your lips for a quick taste before pulling away. “No, it wasn’t.”
The smile on her face says otherwise, but you’ll roll with it.
She walks backward, fingers hooked around your belt to bring you along until she drops back on the bed, resting her hands on your thighs and looking up to you with a tilt of her head.
“Are you gonna give me your sausage now, mister delivery boy?”
You don’t get a chance to reply since she’s already unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants. Her excitement shows now, outshining the persona she’s all but given up on when her eyes light up, her thighs press together and she starts wetting her lips because the only thing left between her and what she’s been longing for was a single button.
And when she finally pops it open and drags your pants and underwear down in one go, her gaze drops down to your cock, hard and throbbing and oh fuck she’s already on you.
Chaeryeong wasn’t one for pleasantries anymore; even with your hands running through her locks she’s ravenous, bobbing up and down your length. She’s sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing as her hands pump at whatever’s left of your cock that isn’t inside her mouth.
“Fuck, Chaery–”
It’s taking everything you can not to buck your hips, to lose control and hold her in place while you use her throat. She’d love it too, yet she doesn’t give you the option when she tries to take you deep in her throat.
Keyword: tries.
She struggles, sputters all over your cock, drooling as she braces her hands on your thighs, her wet mouth almost enveloping your entire length before her gag reflex kicks in and forces her back with a gasp. Spit connects her lips to your tip, and you watch it drip down her chin and fall to her chest, seeping into her top.
“I think that’s enough foreplay,” she says, leaning back and hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. She’s still making a show of it, stretching her legs upward, shimmying her shorts off. The fabric peels off her thighs, over her knees, reaching her ankles where she gives it a little flick away. “I needed this cock in me ever since we started.”
“You were the one who suggested this whole thing.” You fumble with your pants, toeing off your shoes, before you pause. Her panties had a damp patch right in the center. The sight alone makes you twitch and strip faster.
“And while I adored having my delivery boy come in,” she teases, legs spreading, giving you a clear idea of how wet she actually is. “I would love it more if my husband would fuck me already.”
As tempting as that sounds, you wanted a little foreplay of your own.
You get on your knees, taking a hold of her thighs and pulling her towards you, her frame bouncing lightly off the bed. Your hand starts to caress one of them, loving how it flexes under your touch. Another comes down to give that wet patch a little rub, and a little whimper comes out of her.
“Please,” she says, her thighs flexing under your touch. “Need it, need you–”
You take hold of the soaked fabric and ease it down her thighs, her hips lifting up to help you. It slides down so smoothly, so quickly past her knees, her feet. You shrug it off one, letting it hang off one ankle before it falls down her leg.
“Patience, princess.” She positively preens whenever she hears you call her that, sinking down the mattress. “You can wait like the good girl I know you are.”
She lets out another whimper, all that confidence, that bravado she had earlier slowly cracking with a few simple words that turns her into putty in your hands. She bites her lip, stopping herself from saying something that would make her come apart completely. “Can I get my reward for being a good girl?”
“I don’t know, sweetie.” Your fingers trace her lips, rubbing her clit slowly, licking your lips at how her pussy glistens with her juices. Her scent is intoxicating, your own lips getting wet from how much you want to have a taste. “Have you earned it yet?”
The nickname sends a shiver this time, chest rising and falling shakily. You know her composure’s fallen when she starts to roll her hips at you and starts to mutter something under her breath.
You hum, pushing a digit inside her and the cry she lets out is heavenly. “Speak louder, princess.”
“I have!” Chaeryeong lets out, hands reaching out to grip the sheets. She uses it to push herself up, a strap falling down her shoulder as wide eyes stare straight at you. “I earned it! Stop teasing already, I want you inside me, please please I want it, I want it, Iwantit–”
“Look at you,” you smile, pressing your thumb down on her clit while your finger pumps slowly inside her. “So eager already. You don’t want to have a little more fun first?”
You add a second finger in, her wet heat so tight around them. She’s grinding against you now, desperate for you, your fingers, your cock.
“But I was so good earlier–” she cries, “I did so well, did my best. I deserve it, don’t I? Please, let me have your cock, pound me right here on the bed and fill me up. I’ll take it all, take you like a good girl would. Please, daddy, please!”
It’s that one damn word that gets you. Daddy. She only ever calls you that on special occasions, and every time she says it it makes you want to fuck her the way she wants to be ruined.
And you’ll do anything for your wife.
You slip your fingers out of her, the wet schlick making her whine. Her walls clench around nothing, her arousal running down her folds.
“Open up, princess,” you tell her, bringing your fingers closer to her mouth. “And suck.”
Chaeryeong obeys, darting her tongue out to have a lick before her mouth wraps around them, sucking needily. Her eyes never left yours, pleading, begging you for more praise.
“That’s a good girl,” you flatter, popping your fingers away and giving them a quick lick of your own, tasting whatever was left of her juices on them.
It’s the sight that gets you. That tight shirt straining her chest, straps falling down her shoulders, her tits spilling out of them, waiting to be squeezed and sucked on. Her legs part wider for you before she crawls backward onto the bed. Not to escape you, but to bring you right where she wants it, where she wants you to be.
Your shirt comes off before you crawl onto the bed, meeting her before she reaches the pillows. She’s right underneath you now, and her parted legs welcome you. Your cock presses up against her core, and gasps fill the air. Yours, hers, the heat was already too much, too inviting. You don’t think she knows her hips have started grinding against your length.
“Please give me your cock.” Oh, she definitely knows. “Please, daddy–”
You lift her legs higher, making her panties fall down to her thigh before spreading her wide. You have half a mind to take it off her and shove it in her mouth. Imagining how she’d let out these muted cries while you rail her.
Yet the dirty words that flow out of her mouth are like music to your ears. ‘Please’, ‘daddy’, ‘cock’—three different words all repeated like a mantra, combining with all the ways she tells you how much she wants it, reminding you that she’s a good girl. Your good girl.
She’s panting, trembling, begging for you to fill her up. She’s almost willing it into existence when you line yourself up, your cockhead grinding against her soaked entrance, her juices smearing your tip.
“Is this what you want?” you tease, flicking up and down her folds, her mewls chipping away at your patience, the urge to debase her growing higher and higher.
Chaeryeong nods, humming her agreement. eyes closed and lips biting back her moans. Her shirt, that damn shirt, is sticking to her like skin, neckline dipped down from the fallen strap that one good tug at it would reveal those beautiful tits.
But you can't have her like that. Not quietly writhing under you. You want her loud, pleading. You want your needy princess back, so you let her simmer a bit more.
“Let me hear you say it, Chaery. Let me hear you beg for it one more time.” You give a little push, her lips taking you in, ending when your tip disappears inside her. And holy shit was she so wet you were trying damn hard not to go all the way.
“Fuck, d-daddy, please fuck me. I-it’s not enough, I want more, want all of it in me, p-please, please. I’ll be your good little girl, your good little princess to use–” She’s trying her best to take your length in herself, her hand coming down to your shaft to urge you deeper. “Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease–”
When she realizes she can’t, she gives you these quick pumps to convince you instead. Every stroke was frantic, messy, her own attempts to get you to lose control both a success and a failure at the same time.
And when you finally, finally, push forward, she lets out this drawn out cry of relief. You push inside her slowly, letting her heat consume you bit by bit, her walls pulsing around your shaft. Her hands shoot out to grip the sheets, her head rolling back in pleasure.
“God, daddy, you’re so fucking big,” she says, eyes closing, reveling in the the way you fill her.
“All for you, princess,” you say, bottoming out inside her. You let go of her thighs, using your body to trap her instead, hands cupping her cheeks, and you're so close to her. You take a minute to look at her, her almost angelic features transfixed in this state of need, of ecstasy, and suddenly you lose all other thoughts.
You stop moving altogether to watch her slowly open her eyes, full of desire that simmers when a moment of clarity hits her. “Daddy?”
“You’re so beautiful, Chaery.” You didn’t even mean to say it right then and there, yet the words come out anyway. There was no lie in them, not when words fail to express how radiant she looks beneath you.
Desire gets overtaken with this fondness for a moment, a loving smile on her face as she reaches a hand up and caresses your cheek. “Thanks, love.”
Chaeryeong gives you a kiss that tells you everything. Her lust, her love for you. Her playful appreciation for going along with her joke of an acting scene. You give it all back with the same intensity, crashing it all down into her.
She pulls away from you, that fondness gone from her irises, perversion coming back in full force as she licks her lips and whispers a singular word. “More.”
Your hands move by themselves, pulling the straps of her top down her arms, slipping lower and lower until the fabric slides down enough for you to pull it down. Her breasts spill free, soft and succulent and perfect that you let yourself have a rough squeeze.
She gasps, a curse coming out of her lips as you knead her flesh, giving her nipple a quick pinch before giving it a slap. Moans begin to spill out of her as the pain of the slaps settle in, coupled with how you’ve been throbbing inside her for god knows how long and she’s beginning to lose herself once again to your hold.
You shift upwards, giving her breast a final grope before it comes back down to hook around her thighs. With a press forward, you plant your hands back on either side of her head, and she’s almost folded in half. Your weight pins her to the mattress, her pussy clenching around you, completely helpless at the position she’s in.
She mewls, hands clawing at the sheets, loving how deep you’ve buried yourself inside of her at this new angle. “So fucking deep, daddy–”
You thrust slow, deep, her pussy so snug around you. So wet, so tight, so welcoming that each stroke makes you groan. The vanilla scent gets stronger, overwhelming you. You lean further down her neck, and give a small lick.
“You smell so fucking good, princess.” You move to kiss her lips hard. Biting her lip, shoving your tongue down her throat, all while you slowly ramp up the pace of your thrusts. And she takes it all like the good girl that she is. “New lotion?”
“P-Perfume, daddy. I-I thought–oh, fuck–” she gasps, almost crying at the way you bottom out inside her again and again and again. “Thought you-you would like it.”
“I love it.” You do. The muskiness of it, the overpowering vanilla with a hint of juniper berries mixed in. God, you just found your favorite scent on her. Or ever. But you can’t focus on that right now because you–“Love how tight this pussy is more.”
“And it’s all yours daddy,” she cries, her head lolling back on the bed. “Your little cockwarmer, all yours to use whenever you want–fuck!”
You’re pounding her down on the bed so hard you’d think it would leave an imprint afterwards. Your body sticks flush against hers now, her hard nubs rubbing against your chest. The harsh slaps of flesh get louder, and you can feel her legs tremble every time you drive inside her. It makes her blabber on, crying, screaming. She’s lost, utterly possessed with euphoria.
It is addicting having her like this, all delirious and fucked stupid on your cock. That ditzy smile on her face as she replaces the grip on her sheets to your shoulders. Never has she been so gone from being taken before, and this new side of her that’s appeared is captivating, intoxicating.
And to think all you had to do was be a pizza delivery man for a few minutes.
Her walls never stop clenching around you, seemingly getting tighter by the second. She’s gushing, the sheets below you two stained with her arousal. You’re not complaining, of course. It makes it so much more easier to fuck the shit out of Chaeryeong.
“I’m so close daddy!” she screams, her voice cracking. “Please don’t stop, please! I’m so so close!”
“Yeah?” you growl, leaning down to kiss her another rough kiss on the lips. “My princess wants to cum on my cock?”
“Yes! Yes, your little cumdump is so close please–” But you don’t want her to yet. You want to tease her a little bit more, wanting this to last because who knows when you’ll have her like this again—underneath you and crazy for your cock. She always has been, but she’s downright feral for it today.
So you slow down, painfully so for you both, back to deep, slow thrusts that make her whine.
“Daddy! I wanna cum!” she whines, trying to roll her hips at you to no avail.
“Good girls can hold it in for a little longer.” The chuckle you let out sounded cruel even to you, but the desperate sounds she’s making when you bottom out and grind your hips sounds too good for you to stop.
Chaeryeong’s trembling under your hold, whining and sobbing about how much she needs to cum. She’s pulsing around your shaft, and there’s no denying that she was so close to being undone.
She’s biting her lip, eyes wide open with this yearning. Her deep breaths accentuate her breasts, and honest to god you need to appreciate them more.
That top she wore did wonders in that front.
It wasn’t until you realized she was muttering something under her breath that you leaned in, fragments of words tangling with her shaky breathing.
“–eed me.”
“Did you say something princess?” you ask, tilting your head.
“Please breed me!” she cries out, the words bursting out of her mouth, finally having enough of your teasing. “I’ll take all of it, every drop of cum inside my pussy. Fucking breed me, use me, just–just make me cum. God just please let me cum!”
She’s keeps going, on and on and on about her sheer need to cum, insisting you to fuck her as much as you want until you blow your load inside of her. She’s barely lucid, doing anything she can to keep you close and moving again. Leaving scratches on your back, pulling you in. Promising to be the goodest girl, to drain you of all of your cum and not spill a single drop.
Though, she didn’t have to.
You were a goner the moment she said the word ‘breed’.
Your hips were moving on its own, picking up a merciless pace, thrusting into her balls deep and not letting up for anything. Using her like she wants as an outlet for your own pleasure. One that is quickly approaching its peak when you feel that tightness in your loins.
She cums first, predictably, inevitably. It’s what she’s been craving for so much that her eyes roll back from the climax. The neighbours can probably hear her screams but it’s not like you two care right now.
“Daddy, I’m cumming! I’m cumming–”
Throughout it all you’re hammering into her, her walls convulsing around your cock. Her juices are everywhere, getting you, her, the sheets messy. Yet you won’t stop even for a moment for a reprieve, your own peak so damn close that her words are the catalyst that sets you off.
“I want your cum inside my pussy daddy. Fill me up till I fucking leak, until you breed me–”
With a groan you bury your length deep, your cum spilling inside her. Every thrust you add sends another spurt of your load painting her walls, each moan she lets out a wordless encouragement for more, until you no longer can.
Breathing fills the silence, and you take one last whiff of vanilla before you give her a kiss and praise her, telling her that she’s been such a good girl for you, that your princess did so well. And she giggles, her fingers lazily circling around your nape, a shy smile appearing on her lips.
“I’m so sore.”
“You’re fault for calling me daddy.”
“You love it.”
You chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. You’re convinced that’s the end of it—Chaeryeong too fucked out to do another round with you. Until she grins and drops a bombshell of a question that sends you spiraling.
A booty call gives the perfect chance to understand more about Itzy's momentary turn on Ryujin. A jacket, however, will make Seungdae empathize even more with Itzy's previous server.
Finally back in Korea, even if just for a couple of days, Tzuyu aimed to make the best of it. Of course, that included spending whatever little free time she had with Seungdae on the simplest of plans: enjoying his company alongside Kaya and Butter, cuddling and teasing him about his weekend with Lia, then making love between laughs, giggles, and moans.
The following day, however, required a bit more from both of them.
"She's free today, and it's both of us. She'll love the idea." Seungdae smirked at her in JYPE's underground parking.
"It's okay if she says no. I can give you her present—" Tzuyu's nervousness disappeared with his kiss, bringing a beaming smile to her face.
"I'll take care of it. You're almost on time." Seungdae winked, giving her another peck and watching her run off to practice for Twice's performance in Macau.
While he continued his day job, doing his best not to fall asleep halfway through a couple of meetings, he and Jieun arranged their afternoon to fulfill Tzuyu's wish and to have that pending conversation with her.
Before he knew it, half the day was over, and he was back at JYPE, waiting to see all of Twice together for the first time in almost a month. He heard Nayeon's recognizable tone and volume accompanied by Jeongyeon's mocking and the laughs of half the group, all bouncing through the hallway until they appeared. Just as he expected, they all teased Tzuyu, which somehow backfired on the oldest member.
"Seungdae! Tell them I'm not jealous about Tzuyu spending all her time with you!" Nayeon whined, held by Jihyo and Momo.
"I may be a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them," he scoffed, opening his arms for the maknae and kissing her in front of them.
"You only hide some big truths, Mr. Hwang," Sana chuckled, hugging Mina.
"Although none of us would have slept with him if we knew he was IU sunbaenim's boyfriend," Jeongyeon stated, bringing a big nod from Dahyun.
"He was not her boyfriend back then," Tzuyu grinned, hugging him tightly, something Seungdae reciprocated.
"He probably wouldn't be without us now," Chaeyoung murmured, just loud enough for him to react.
"Fair, fair. Thank you very much, I suppose." Seungdae smirked at Momo, then at Chaeyoung, remembering how it all started, his first night at Mina's place, and its consequences. "I'd love to stay longer with all of you, but we've got plans."
"Will any of those plans include us in the future?" Mina pondered in her characteristic soft tone, but with a clear intention.
Seungdae looked at Tzuyu, and she nodded with a flushed grin. "She says you need to ask her first," he joked.
"I didn't say that," Tzuyu whispered, fisting his shirt. "You can still have sex with them," she said loud enough for the rest to hear clearly.
"Oh, she says she wants to be included," he mockingly clarified.
"That would be easy," Nayeon, Momo, and Sana said in unison, making the maknae blush and the rest of the members laugh.
They took a minute to say their goodbyes, and, with Jihyo's full blessing and trust, they drove to Jieun's house.
He helped her relax on their way there, reassuring her that Jieun was dying to see her again, laughing a bit at the fact that the three of them had already slept together after watching each other fuck eight other people.
"Exactly! There was a lot of adrenaline that day. Now it's only going to be the three of us!" Tzuyu explained, eyes wide open, staring into the elevator's doors.
"Yeah, about that…"
The doors opened from within IU's house, and she ran towards Tzuyu to hug her.
The tall woman was at a loss for words, not only at Jieun's display of affection and not-so-subtle way to rub her face on her breasts, but also at Lee Jongsuk, who stood in front of them with a big smile. "H-hi," Tzuyu said, trying to bow, relaxing a bit at the sight of IU's soft giggle.
Dinner went smoothly. After Tzuyu got more comfortable with Jongsuk's unexpected presence for the night, she slowly broke the ice with him. Even though her original plan was to pay for everyone's food, Jongsuk had insisted on taking the responsibility, ordering a small feast with enough for Jieun to save the leftovers, knowing she may not have time to cook later in the week.
Once done, they moved to the L-shaped couches of the living room, where Tzuyu revealed the presents she had bought in Japan for Seungdae and Jieun.
"I really hope you like them," she said shyly, bringing a wide smile to Jieun as she opened the silk pajama sets patterned with blue and purple flowers.
Moved, Jieun jumped to hug her. "I'll send you a picture every time I wear them!" she assured her, caressing her cheek before both turned to see a confused Seungdae, admiring his own present: a single pajama set, even though the box said two.
"The other one's in my room," Tzuyu admitted with a pout, eliciting a series of surprised gasps from the couple of actors and small pecks from Seungdae across her face. "I'm sorry I didn't think of anything for you," she added, looking at Jongsuk, who was sitting in the corner of the couch, welcoming Jieun into his arms.
"It's fine, you gave me two presents already," he chuckled, receiving a slap on the shoulder from Jieun and a confused look from Tzuyu.
"We won't be sleeping here tonight," Jieun explained. "It's been some time since I stayed in his place." She smirked, elbowing Jongsuk's stomach. "We thought you two could enjoy having the house for yourselves."
"We… I can go if you want—"
"No," Jieun ran through the couches to sit on her legs and hug her. "He's yours for the night, and so is this house," she said softly, watching her pout. "We'll have time for a night together later. Even without him if you want," she whispered, scrunching her nose and pinching Tzuyu's cheeks. "I'd love to feel your thighs around my head," she purred.
"Okay," Tzuyu murmured, staring into her elder's eyes, fully aware of the red shade on her own cheeks. "They're looking at us."
"They're imagining us," Jieun corrected her.
"True," both men said in unison after looking at each other, causing Tzuyu to hide her face in Jieun's breasts, bringing laughter to the room.
"What's the other present, then?" Tzuyu pondered, daring to see the actor's face.
"Saving me from his snoring." Jongsuk chuckled, nodding toward Seungdae, making the women laugh.
"I-I don't snore," he replied quietly.
"You do, Great One," Jieun nodded, trying to hold her laugh, making Seungdae frown.
"When you sleep on your back, yes. It can be scary," Tzuyu added, getting pats on her head from Jieun and making Jongsuk raise his hands in victory.
After a little more chit-chat, Jieun and Seungdae stared at each other, agreeing it was time. She reminded Tzuyu it was okay for her to stay, and wished they could meet again sooner rather than later.
The men, meanwhile, spoke silently to each other.
"You do realize after this, I'll be spending way more time with her, right?" Seungdae teased him, raising his eyebrows.
"You know I'll try my best to make it even," Jongsuk winked at him, offering his hand for a handshake, pulling him in for a hug. "I really hope Tzuyu is okay with this," he whispered.
"Thanks."
After kissing Jieun goodbye, Seungdae stood with Tzuyu, hugging her while the doors closed.
"Will you tell me what's really happening?" She smirked, looking up at him.
"Nothing gets past you," he said with a tint of pride before taking her back to the living room and explaining the situation. He presented the most important fact: he was paying rent for a place he was spending less and less time in; lately, no more than two nights a week.
"Baobei," Tzuyu said softly with a gentle smile, holding his hand. "Just say it."
"Jin proposed that I move in here with her," he said with his eyes closed. After a moment of silence, he stared into her perplexed eyes and continued talking. "I'd like to do it. Not only because it would mean spending more time with Jin, and not just because the place is freaking amazing; I mean, just look at the freaking view," he chuckled, pointing at the Han River. "It'd save me the time of crossing half the city just to clean my apartment, which means more energy I can spend with both of you. It's closer to your place, and with the privacy this building offers, you could come here any time you want."
Tzuyu listened attentively, holding her reactions to the ways his nervousness showed: his palm sweating while his fingers tried to hold her hand, his lips pursing every time his mouth spoke slightly faster than his brain, and his forehead wrinkling every time he gazed at her. "Are you asking me permission?" she asked with a somewhat proud smile, not letting go of his hand.
"Well… Not exactly, but I would not dare move here if you're not comfortable with it," he admitted.
"Why?" She raised her eyebrows, eyes fixed on his.
"Because I care about you," Seungdae replied without missing a beat, almost offended at the question. "I want us to work. I know it's been just a few months, but I don't want to risk losing you."
"So if I tell you not to do it for now, would you wait?" She leaned slightly forward.
"Yes." No hesitation, no regret in his words. He had already accepted that possibility, and was more than willing to take it if that meant keeping her by his side.
Tzuyu stared at him quietly for a moment, expressionless. Then she scoffed with a smirk. "I have two conditions."
"Anything."
"You in my bed every time I come back to Korea. Even if I'm not in the mood for sex. I expect my massage and you to cuddle with me until I fall asleep." She sat closer to him, slowly approaching his face as she spoke.
"Even if I snore?"
"I'll just push you to the side. You never notice," she grinned, holding her laugh, making her dimple appear on her left cheek.
Seungdae chuckled, nodding in amazement at her. "Deal. What else?"
"Not now." She shook her head and continued. "I'll ask you to do something in a few months, and I won't take a no for an answer," she warned, kissing him with a smile as he held her neck.
"So you see us together in a few months?" he whispered into her lips.
"I was hoping for a little longer than that, actually," Tzuyu teased him, staring into his eyes.
They took their time making out for a while before he showed her where his office and his own room were, explaining that even though he would sleep with Jieun whenever they were at home, he would feel weird sleeping in her bed if she was not there.
"So no one has slept in this bed?" Tzuyu smirked at him, sitting on the mattress.
"Slept, fucked, cummed, squirted… I was hoping you'd help me change all that tonight."
The morning after, he prepared her a nice breakfast, enough to keep her stomach full through her flight to Macau. Moments later, Manager unnie arrived to pick Tzuyu up, leaving him alone to finish his shift. Since Jieun had an all-day-long call on set, he had a taste of what his new life could be whenever both Jin and Tzuyu were busy.
It didn't last.
"Mister Hwaaaaang!" Ryujin called unexpectedly on the phone after a few hours.
"Shouldn't you be dancing or something?"
"We're on a break. dummy. I'm sitting on the rooftop, hiding from the others."
"How is your broken butthole?"
"Already looking nice and pretty!" Ryujin replied proudly before asking about his weekend with Lia.
While she already knew how that went from Jisu's perspective, she wanted to confirm if those days were as fulfilling for him as they were for her friend. After asking about IU's and Tzuyu's reactions, the subject of him moving with Jin came up, shocking her as much as Tzuyu being on board with the idea.
"I mean, I understand you, but her? I could not bear having the person I'm dating living with their other girlfriend. That's a whole new level of sharing."
"Even greater than sharing your asshole with your whole group?" He said, a little defensively, knowing his new living arrangement was only possible because of who he was dating and how it had all started.
"Are you really going to—"
"Was it all really your idea?"
Ryujin sighed. "Kind of. Mostly. Yeji told Chaery what had happened between the three of us. Chaeryeong was furious. She told Lia and Yuna. When they came to my place, and Yuna asked me why I… Did that to you, I crumbled."
"Yuna really got that power on you, huh?"
"Have you seen her eyes, dude? That girl stares into your soul!"
Seungdae chuckled. "I don't understand the level of guilt that pushed you to go through all that. Just… Don't do it again because of it. Find another excuse."
Ryujin scoffed, amazed by his boldness. "I helped you with Yeji that day, I gave you Jimin on a silver platter, and I couldn't sit properly for almost four days! At this point you owe me something!"
"I mean, if you put it like that, it does seem unbalanced. Even if it was you who offered all three of those things."
"So now you owe me something, right?" Ryujin teased him in such a way he knew she was grinning.
"You really wanna play that game?"
"I mean, I'm not the one in debt here, so…"
His phone buzzed over and over again. Not a call, but a series of texts. Chaeryeong. "Think of something. Just don't make me regret it."
"That'd make me owe you something, wouldn't it?"
"Uh-huh… isn't Itzy scheduled for Macau this Saturday?"
"Yeah, we leave tomorrow, why?"
"No reason. I'll try to see the performance once it's out," he reassured Ryujin after Chaeryeong asked him not to say anything to Ryujin or Lia.
He agreed to meet her at her apartment right after practice under the pretense of experiencing some of what Lia did with him. To his surprise, he arrived slightly earlier than she did, which was ideal to see her sprint towards him and her door with a lustful, devilish smile that set the tone for the afternoon.
Not even a word, and she opened her apartment, pulling him inside by the buckle of his belt, locking him in with her. She cornered him with excited eyes, biting her lower lip, hands sliding through his torso.
"FYI, this doesn't feel at all like what Lia and I did."
"FYI, she showed me how you fucked her in front of the mirror," Chaeryeong teased him, unbuckling his belt. "I've been watching how we all fuck you dry. Particularly, how you filled me and ate me," she purred, shoving her warm, delicate fingers into his underwear to take his shaft, awaking it. "And I've been craving this delicious cock for half a week."
"I could've picked you up right after practice and let you blow me on the way here." Seungdae joked, tilting his head with a smirk
"Yuna's in heat. You don't want that." Chaeryeong licked her lips, thirsting over his growing dick as she peeled his forekin back, revealing his mushroom tip.
"Who says I don't want that?" he exclaimed, taking her by the chin to see her face.
"I do." She sucked her fingers to rub his glans, maintaining eye contact with him.
"That's why you're keeping me a secret from them?" He pondered as she let a thread of spit fall on his penis to stroke him lightly.
"Yeji had you. Lia had you. Ryujin had you in some way. The moment Yuna knows I had you, she'll lure you into her crazy fantasies." Chaeryeong shook her head, stroking his shaft and feeling its veins. "I would hate it if she scares you enough to reject a call from us," she added, holding him firmly by his manhood and walking into her living room, signaling him to strip.
He did so, leaving his shirt on the floor, kicking his pants as soon as they reached a couch where she made him sit, already naked, cock fully hard, throbbing at the sight of her smirk.
Still fully dressed, leering at her meal, she felt his desire for her. Slowly, Chaeryeong untied the knot on her t-shirt, pulled it above her head, and calmly tossed it towards his clothes, revealing a white cream bralette that almost disappeared in her pale skin. She stretched the hem of her pants and took her legs out of them, one by one, displaying her matching laced panties.
She could tell he was already lost in her body, and used it to her advantage.
Chaeryeong shook her hair with her fingers as she walked towards him. His eyes stayed on hers until she was straddling him, leaning towards his face.
Her body on top of him, her big, needy eyes, her parted lips. He felt enchanted by her and went in for a kiss.
She dodged him with a chuckle, going to his ear. "You don't mind me being all sweaty, do you?" Chaeryeong pondered, holding her breath and licking his earlobe.
"Not one bit," he replied, focused on her light brown nipples appearing as she removed her bra.
She bit her lips, holding his face with both hands to make him lie down on the couch. She then stood right over him, carefully walking until her feet rested on the sides of his face. She lowered her panties past the thickest area of her thighs before letting them fall over his face.
Impressed, he inhaled the concentrated musk and sweat that the damp fabric held while she stepped out of them.
She grabbed her panties with her toes and kicked them onto the floor, revealing her pussy and her grin further above.
"I don't expect anything less than last time," she warned with a stern expression.
"I could say the same," he replied, prompting a chuckle from her as he pulled up a cushion to level his head, right on time for a clear view of her untrimmed bush as she knelt.
She took a moment, holding his rod again, arching her back and looking back at his face.
They locked eyes. Chaeryeong bit her lip and carefully wiggled her ass back to his face, yelping at his enthusiastic grip and lick that brushed her petals before he went crazy on her.
"My turn," she whispered to herself, leaning forward to taste the drop of precum on his dick.
The difference in rhythms was evident.
Seungdae, aware of her skills and stamina, allowed himself to devour her from the start, enjoying the extra salty flavor her sweat had left on the hidden corners of her folds, licking every millimeter of her pink slit. He savored every drop of nectar already there, waiting for him, alongside the fresh juices flowing from within her core.
He could not figure out what it was, and he did not care, but something about Chaeryeong unleashed his primal need to eat her pussy and her ass, although the latter would need to wait. He hooked his fingers into her fleshy buttocks to spread her asscheeks, giving himself the perfect view of her wrinkled hole. He was hypnotized, watching it twitch with every other lick, sometimes relaxing enough to show a very small gape, sometimes shutting tightly when his nose brushed it unexpectedly.
'Soon,' he told himself.
Chaeryeong didn't mind him taking the credit for the first orgasm of the afternoon. After all, she could cum over and over again without a break. He, however, had a limited set of shots, and she knew exactly how she wanted to enjoy them.
She went slow on him, filling his shaft with slippery kisses that allowed her to stroke every inch of his length before taking his glans into her mouth. She moaned loudly, letting her breath and the vibrations of her voice serve to pleasure him. Her tongue ran through every crease of his tip, particularly the ones of his frenulum, even though she had to twist her neck to reach them. Chaeryeong sealed her lips around his girth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked him gently, freeing her moans right on his glans to reassure him how good his tongue swirled through, across, and inside her cunt.
Little by little, Seungdae's hunger urged Chaeryeong to rub her pussy against his face with more and more desire, which she also poured while blowing him. Not only did she let her spit fall through his penis for a slippery handjob, using both hands to pleasure him, but she also took him further down her mouth. First, the back of her throat, triggering an awkward whimper followed by a gag that kept her from trying again for a moment.
He heard her breathe loudly without her tongue ever stopping, just like he was doing in her slit, too immersed in his senses until she tried again.
Chaeryeong gagged loudly and repeatedly. The curvature of his cock hitting her throat at that angle made the task harder than she anticipated, but she fought her bodily reflexes. Retching, she felt tears running down her cheeks, but the pride of engulfing more and more of his dick at every bob of her head, choking on his member, only amplified her joy.
Seungdae rejoiced in her. The sensations in his shaft made him feel like reaching the doors of Heaven while he got drunk in her nectar, drinking it and even breathing it at times through her increasingly stronger grinding of his face.
He felt his orgasm approaching by the time Chaeryeong had managed to swallow his whole length. He was sure she was almost at the same level of ecstasy, gazing at her puckered hole wink quicker as her hips began shaking amidst her swaying.
His climax came first, and Chaeryeong noticed every bit of it. The way his manhood twitched on her throat, his hips thrusting beyond his control, and his muscles clenching, trying to withhold his orgasm for as long as he could. She, however, kept pushing him until his trembling pelvis announced the imminent bursts of cum coming out of his glans.
She pulled out his cock from her pipe just in time for the first shot to land on her tongue while she stroked him with both hands, getting a rope of semen across her face, and aiming the rest directly at her mouth, enjoying his flavor until a loud whimper flooded the living room.
He captured Chaeryeong's clit in his mouth, and her hips, while shaking, remained there for him to pull the trigger. The peak of his own climax helped him suck her sensitive bean as if his life depended on it. He kept her in place, hands spreading her asscheeks so desperately he saw every small and big clench of her butthole and pussy before her juices flowed directly in his nose and mouth.
With his orgasm dying down, but hers just reaching its highest point, he tensed his muscles until she let go of his dick, resulting in her twitching and squirting over his face.
Pleased, trembling, and barely gathering enough strength, she pulled her hips up, liberating her clit from his lips, only for him to pull her down. All her moans, all her whimpers were contained by her own lips. Chaeryeong had kept most of his load in her mouth, savoring it for as long as she could while Seungdae went feral on her wrinkled hole, kissing it, licking it in and out, getting his tongue trapped tightly by her clenching rim.
She let him. Just like last time, he had gripped onto her ass in such a desperate way she needed to know the extent of his hunger.
Chaeryeong swallowed his cum just to get enough air. She giggled, panted, and moaned loudly against his cock, until his hands accumulated enough tension grabbing her ass that the only way to release it was a loud, stinging spank on her pale buttocks.
"Wait!" she exclaimed with a defiant stare, twisting to yank his hair as she pushed him off the couch. Her messy mane, blushed cheeks, and the way she quickly wiped the jizz from her forehead and nose. She guided it to her parted lips and swallowed it, staring into his eyes as she knelt on the floor.
"Cunt," Chaeryeong huffed, resting her torso on the couch, spreading her asscheeks for him. Her dripping folds answered the question in her eyes. Her hands slipped from her skin, causing her to slap her own buttcheeks to keep her pussy open for him as he walked and knelt behind her.
"Yes!" she cried, feeling her slippery insides spread to take his whole manhood in one swift and deep thrust. "So good," she grunted, fisting the cushions closest to her hands as he stayed buried inside of her.
'What other signal do you need?' He thought, pulling back and impaling her again at full length. First, he did it slowly, giving her and himself the chance to enjoy each other's bare textures and pay attention to the wet sounds coming from her cunt until her hips moved on their own.
Despite the increasingly fast tempo confirmed by their flesh, clapping louder and louder, time dilated for Seungdae, giving him the time to admire her entire beauty. Chaeryeong's lips, pink, glossy, and kissable, even halfway through her grunting expression, appearing only when her face was not glued to the back of the couch. Her hands, clenching on the puffy cushions, releasing them and grabbing them quickly. The line of her column and her waist, adorned by her muscles and flaring into her hips. Her buttocks, rippling while he fucked her, revealing her puckered hole every other pound.
Filled with pure lust, he held her hips to ram her pussy harder and faster, alternating hands every few thrusts to spank her ass, taking a firm grab of her flesh.
Chaeryeong punched the couch, continuing to rock her hips. She used the little consciousness she had to reach her clit, knowing perfectly well how slutty she looked from every angle, particularly her pleading face, and how desperate she sounded with her raw grunts and high-pitched whimper she released after every new spank.
Soon, she noticed the subtle change in his rhythm, followed by a gradual decrease in the spanking. His cock, however, felt harder, perhaps even larger or thicker. He was close.
"Give me everything," Chaeryeong grunted, pushing herself to her own orgasm.
Seungdae shook his head, too lost on his own pleasure to formulate a thought, but intoxicated enough on her to follow every command. He rammed her drenched cunt so hard the sloshing was clearly audible, especially as he leaned forward, pinning her against the couch, listening to her whimpers going mute until he exploded inside her core.
She let go of her own control after the first hot shots of semen spread through her walls, allowing her own climax to possess her, becoming nothing more than a turmoil of convulsions and gasps, locked in place by his body.
Neither of them registered anything beyond their pleasure until Seungdae heard a drowned whimper coming from Chaeryeong's lips at his right. He was resting, half his body over her, head at her left, knees on the floor. He turned to see her face, covered in a thin layer of sweat and strands of hair all over the place, hiding her half-opened eyes, but not the red on her cheeks or her blissful smile.
'Too damn cute to be that fucking wild,' he thought, charmed by her adorable expression, reaching for her head to caress her hair while they regained full awareness.
"Your girlfriends are very lucky," she murmured, recognizing his eyes, even though the rest of him was still blurry.
"So is whoever man you're interested in," he replied, recognizing his sensitivity when she twitched again.
"Whenever I find someone, I'll tell them you said that," Chaeryeong grinned cutely. She tried to move her back, but her muscles did not respond.
"Will you tell him about me?" He frowned, trying to understand her words.
She nodded. "He should fuck me this good for me to keep him around. But he also has to know how to make love," she explained proudly. "Can we sit?" She requested, watching him nod right away. "Don't pull out," she added, finally getting her muscles to work by clenching her cunt.
Seungdae took a moment to think of how to fulfil her request. Lacking a clear head, he hugged her tightly against his chest, triggering a sharp yelp from Chaeryeong when he lifted her torso, prompting a series of laughs and trembles, leading him to put her back on the couch.
"Leg," she panted, still giggling.
"You sure?" He reached for her left leg, lifting it carefully with zero resistance from her.
She nodded, and he pulled it slowly, making her torso rotate on the couch as she moaned, feeling her insides adapt to his shaft until she was face up, legs scrunched against her tits, unable to control her giggles and tremors. Then, he hugged her, carrying her until he turned and sat on the couch. Her legs spread and fell to her sides, knees resting on the soft surface, and chest resting on him.
"How do you feel?" He pondered, trying to fix her hair, then caressing her bare back, loving the way her sweat felt on his fingertips. He firmly held her ass with her right hand to stop her whole existence from sliding down.
"Light as a feather," Chaeryeong replied, snuggling in him. "Keep doing that," she murmured sweetly, weakly reaching for his right hand, pushing two of his fingers into her butthole.
"What a way to relax," he chuckled, slowly wiggling his digits inside her as she hummed in reaffirmation.
Both stayed there, stabilizing their heartbeats, focused on the minute and gentle movements happening on their genitals. Just enough to keep the arousal alive.
Seungdae, however, drifted into his thoughts, going from how tightly Chaeryeong's cunt felt around his almost fully hard cock, to the gentle way in which her asshole hugged his fingers. He then remembered the image of Ryujin's asshole, swollen and scratched, so sensitive she hissed at the faintest touch.
"Chaery?" He murmured, already regretting ruining such a moment.
"Oppa?" She replied in a playful tone, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder, brushing her lips against his neck.
"May I ask something?" He felt her rim clench on his digits right before she hummed in affirmation. "Why did you go so hard on Ryujin?"
"I only used the same toy she used on you." She opened her eyes to see him. No response. "Yeji and Yuna are the reason she could not sit afterwards."
"Why didn't you stop it?"
"It was all Ryujin's idea, and I have zero tolerance for anyone getting pushed into something they don't want to do. I could not let what she and Yeji unnie did to you slide." Chaeryeong declared bluntly, although still in an almost whispered voice.
"It's okay if you don't want to answer this, but did something happen besides Yeji's," he fumbled for a moment, "session?"
"Why do you ask?" She pondered, clenching her pelvic muscles incredibly hard, enough for him to feel his digits were trapped inside her ass.
"Because I understand wanting to make people pay for going beyond people's limits. But for me, that rage comes from watching someone I love broken because of it," he explained calmly.
Chaeryeong relaxed her muscles and moved to see his face in detail. First, she questioned the depth of his words, then glared into his eyes until she saw the sadness contained in them as he pulled his fingers out of her butt and his erection slowly subsided. She exhaled. "A friend of mine," she voiced, resting again on his shoulder to avoid his stare. "He also tributed, but unlike Yeji, what happened was not part of his contract for the night."
He understood her tone and the weight behind her every word. "Is he better now?"
"Yes, but it took years."
Silence spread through the living room.
After almost a minute where he had gone soft, Chaeryeong huffed, raising to see his face, reaching for Seungdae's right hand to suck his fingers clean. The reaction was instant, pumping blood back into his shaft, which brought a subtle smirk on her face.
"Look, I was furious, and Ryujin felt the need for punishment," she stated while licking his digits playfully. "Lia and Yuna helped us, and Yeji got hurt in the only area we actually dare to hurt her," she concluded, pursing her lips as he frowned.
Chaeryeong chuckled. "I know she may not seem like that to you, but Yeji unnie can also be the sweetest thing in the world, and we love her to pieces. She's been way more cheerful since…" She took a moment to tie up the dates with the small changes in Ryujin's behavior towards Yeji before continuing. "Since they did that to you."
They stared into each other's eyes. She frowned; he shrugged with a reluctant smirk.
"I'm less concerned about you hanging out with Ryu, now," she admitted, pursing her lips and pouting.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," he scoffed as she focused on sucking his fingers and rhythmically clenching her walls, feeling his erection grow at her actions. Thinking she wanted to move from the subject, he spoke. "May I have another question?"
"Will it kill the mood again?" She grinned with angry eyes, tongue running through her teeth.
"Hopefully not." He stared at her, twitching his cock inside her cunt, making her smile expectantly. "How hard were you moving when you broke that server's dick?"
Chaeryeong laughed, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Just so you know, I paid all of his medical bills, and he's recovering pretty well," she reaffirmed, trying to justify her reaction. "He said I can also joke about it."
"Good to know I'd be taken care of if that happens," Seungdae grinned at her, feeling her walls constricting his now fully hardened shaft.
"Do you really want to feel it?"
It worked. She had that spark back in her eyes. "I mean, your pussy's amazingly tight. But not sure if cock-breaking tight."
"You better stay hard, or I'll get in big trouble with Tzuyu unnie and your other girlfriend," Chaeryeong warned him, nodding and pushing his shoulders down. Both prepared; him, ensuring he'd have enough grip on the couch, her, finding the right spot for her knees, straddling him until she grinned devilishly.
'How could a woman be so threatening and look so adorable at the same time?' Seungdae thought, weakened by her charming smile as she leaned towards his face until she was a centimeter away from his mouth.
As soon as he moved towards her lips, she stopped him with her index finger. "Please don't break," she whispered, raising her hips, measuring him with the edge of her walls before letting her ass drop on his pelvis, keeping her core tightened all the way down.
Both groaned in pleasure. Her hands fell on his chest, and their lips almost brushed, bringing a mutual smile and nod. Chaeryeong bit her lips, and Seungdae held her waist, enthralled by her charming giggle. She raised only her hips, showing off the control she had over her body while she repeatedly made his manhood disappear inside her cunt.
They locked eyes as Chaeryeong grew more and more comfortable with the position, eyes slowly rising over his head, hands moving from his shoulders to his neck, then his jaw.
Her hair fell at the sides of his face, but the light entering the window behind Seungdae gifted him a clear view of her lovable expression. It was enough to notice her leaning closer and closer to him as her hips bounced quicker and harder on his pelvis.
His nature screamed what his mind tried to control. His hands slid through her torso, feeling her toned body, her perky tits, and that beautiful pale neck.
But Itzy had that rule.
As much as he was dying to kiss her, he would not go past that line, not without her asking for that first. Fortunately for him, her lust, her desire, and her bliss did the rest.
Chaeryeong gazed at his face. He was, at least for that moment, hers. His eyes were fully focused on her, his hands were firmly holding her by her hip and neck, his dick was thriving inside of her clenching walls. Soon, she was also claiming every breath of his that came beneath her.
The first brush of their lips was so subtle and fleeting he thought it was an accident. She smiled brightly, shaking her head and her own restraints, and kissed him.
In a second, she pulled his head closer, and the next one, she felt him claiming her whole.
Chaeryeong's lips were just as delicious as any other part of her body, and just as addictive. What made it all better were her little giggles and subtle scoffs as they made out, keeping a firm hold of each other's necks as if refusing to let go of the moment and confirming they wanted to continue.
Seungdae knew his limits and how much he could push them. He could endure her incredible rhythm for maybe two more minutes, empty his balls inside her pussy, and perhaps fill her again on the same ride.
"Chaery," he sighed against her lips, trying to announce his orgasm.
"I know," she said, laughing and biting his lower lip. She hugged him, bringing their bodies even closer without changing her pace.
Her gentle touch, her sweet lips, and her insatiable hips pushed Seungdae way past the point of no return.
He let himself go, biting her lips as their flesh clapped. It may have been his climax messing up his time perception, but Chaeryeong's hips bounced slower while he exploded inside of her, slamming her hips harder and clenching her walls from the base of his length to his glans as she went back up, and repeating the process.
She giggled amidst her moans, rejoicing in the warmth of his semen invading her cunt again, riding him nonstop. "Can you—"
"Don't fucking mind me," he growled, causing her to yelp happily as he pulled her for an even more torrid, passionate kiss, intertwining their tongues, biting each other indiscriminately, holding each other so tightly they might as well become one.
A doorbell, deafened by their breathing, their moans, their grunts, and the loud clapping of their flesh.
A doorbell, one that stole the giggles from the moment, bringing harder bites and an even more desperate riding.
A doorbell, accompanied by an unknown voice.
"I know you're there! I can see your location!"
Chaeryeong bit his lower lip so hard Seungdae tasted his own blood as she slammed her hips against his pelvis, locking his manhood inside her clenching pussy for a moment. "Don't get soft," she grunted, releasing his lip and standing up, tightening her cunt so much his shaft came out clean.
Seungdae watched her stomp towards the door, then open it and hide behind it.
"The fuck do you want?" Chaeryeong demanded. He could see the muscles of her shoulders tense from afar.
"The jacket! I need it for tonight!" Lee Chaeyeon scoffed, quickly noticing the trail of clothes towards the couch and Seungdae.
"Now? Seriously?"
"It is my jacket! But I could borrow him," she added, stretching her neck to see Seungdae sitting on the couch, cock fully erect while he verified the depth of his lip injury, taking a moment to notice her.
"He's mine for now. Don't touch him!" Chaeryeong warned her sister before marching towards her room.
Chaeyeon stood on the door, biting her lower lip, ogling Seungdae. "Hi," she mouthed at him.
Seeing no point in covering himself, he sighed and waved at her, accepting the loss of what already felt like an incredible orgasm for both of them.
Chaeryeong returned, denim jacket up front, covering her breasts as she stormed towards the door. "Now leave!"
"Sure will. Thank you!" She said sweetly, with a devilish smile, waving goodbye to Seungdae, only for Chaeryeong to close the door in her face.
"Want to continue?" Seungdae scoffed, admiring her modest tits bouncing at every angry step towards him.
Chaeryeong held his shaft with her left hand, stroking it as she leaned to his lips for one last and profound kiss. "Lock your knees," she ordered, biting him again, triggering a jolt of pain where he bled.
She turned, resting her hands on his knees as she lined up the tip of his cock with her slippery slit, giggling after feeling confident in his erection and sitting on it until her buttocks spread on his body.
Before he could do anything other than groan in pleasure, Chaeryeong was already clapping her flesh against him at full speed.
"Knees!" She yelled, prompting him to stiffen his legs so she could have the stability needed for such a feat.
With how quickly and how hard Chaeryeong was slamming her ass against him, Seungdae was sure she could break not only a dick, but fracture bones at will if she wanted it. He was at her mercy, and at that moment, he was nothing but a toy for her.
Focusing on the unbelievable pleasure her drenched walls provided at every slam and keeping his legs locked for her, he tried his best to witness the show. Her meaty buttcheeks, rippling on every impact, giving him a clear view of her puckered hole and her cunt gripping onto his girth on the way up before fully sitting on it; everything ran in slow motion for him.
He noticed her ass raising gradually higher and higher on every bounce. His eyes widened gradually as his mind went from enjoying more of her pussy to the cautionary tale that was her previous server.
Chaeryeong lifted her hips beyond his length. Seungdae's reflexes made him clench his cock, causing it to misalign just enough for him to feel Chaeryeong's force against his shaft for a split second before the slippery juices forced it back inside of her.
He hugged her from behind, stopping her completely while she panted hungrily, reaching for his head.
"You okay?" she pondered against his lips.
"Still in one piece," he reassured her, clenching his penis inside of her, taking the kiss.
"Good, cuz you haven't fuck my ass yet." She giggled, playfully twisting her body around him until his dick slipped out of her pussy, leaving a trail of mixed juices as she lay on the couch. She threw her legs up and back, stopping them with her elbows.
Instinctively, he knelt on the floor and licked her puckered hole, making her laugh because of the tickling.
"I really like your tongue, but I want that cock reshaping my guts. Now." Chaeryeong grinned, yanking his hair and forcing his face to rest on her moist cunt.
"How do you like it?" Seungdae asked, giving a last lick to her folds and getting in position, admiring the blushing of her skin.
"Deep and slow," she said flirtily. "But I was thinking of deep, fast, and hard," she added with a grin.
"As you wish," he scoffed, aiming at her butthole with his tip. He took full advantage of her dripping pussy to lubricate his dick, pressing it against her vulva with his thumbs before groping her thighs and impaling her in a single deep thrust.
Her eyes crossed, rolling to the back of her head as she moaned and bit her lip. He caught a glimpse of her soles wrinkling and her fingers fighting not to scratch her own skin.
In a few seconds, Seungdae was already ramming her asshole, enjoying every reaction on Chaeryeong. Her increasingly red face, struggling to keep her eyes open, especially after he began fucking her upwards, hitting her womb at every pound. Her feet, stretching and contracting erratically. Her needy whimpers, soaring freely through the living room, growing sharper by the second. Her hands, digging her nails in her own buttcheeks until the juices flowing from her cunt made her skin too slippery to hold.
Accidentally, she slapped her own pussy, bringing an adorable giggle out of her amidst the act. Her hands moved on their own. One rubbed her clit frantically, the other went further down to finger herself.
"So… fucking… good," Chaeryeong cried, pushing herself towards her orgasm. She got lost in the blurry sight of Seungdae's frame, standing tall as he held her in place, but mainly, in his lustful eyes devouring her from head to toe. His desire for her, his hunger for her, his primal side flowing freely against her body not only then, but since they first fucked; it fueled her own lust and pride, adding even more strength to her orgasm. "C-c-close?" She managed to mumble, staring at his eyes above hers.
He was already leaning against the couch, forearms at the sides of her thighs. He only nodded.
"C-cum on m-me," Chaeryeong pleaded with a smile, turning redder right as she began convulsing and squirting against his abdomen and all over herself.
Seungdae endured for as long as he could; however, the strong clenching of her walls and her muted pleas pushed him to his climax. He let go of her body, landing the first long spurt of semen on her mouth and neck, then shooting rope after rope of cum across her torso, stroking himself until he was empty.
He stopped for a moment, admiring the captivating view before him.
Chaeryeong was panting. A cute, satisfied smile on her face, cheeks still flushed from all the emotion, hair falling in messy strands around her face. Her toned body was delicately resting on the couch, toes brushing the floor while she scanned her own skin, covered in droplets of squirt and plasters of semen through her abdomen and breasts.
She bit her lips and locked eyes with him. "Come," Chaeryeong mouthed, patting the seat to her left. Just as he was about to sit, she gathered enough strength to reach his cock, trusting he would catch her and keep her in place.
He did, unable to say anything while she used his cock to scoop his semen towards her mouth before she began sucking on it, savouring her own bitter taste for a moment. He grunted, too sensitive to enjoy it calmly, too greedy to push her away, thrusting into her face as a reflex.
They locked eyes for a moment. Chaeryeong giggled, showing her adorable self, soon overthrown by her naughty side as she took his manhood down her throat, torturing him for a second.
Seungdae held the back of her head, forcing her to choke on every inch of his shaft until her drowsy eyes smiled. "Enough?" He asked calmly, and she nodded. He grabbed her hair firmly and slowly withdrew his dick from her mouth, adding another layer of fluids to her chest before he lay her down on the couch.
She weakly pulled him in for a slow kiss, taking his breath directly from his lips as she recovered. "Thank you," she whispered, biting his lip and giving him another peck. "You can go now."
"Don't you want me to wait until you come down cloud nine?"
She chuckled, stroking his hair. "I only do that with the guys I date," she said confidently, slowly shaking her head.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head. "Kind of like how you only kiss people you're close with?"
Chaeryeong scoffed, pulling Seungdae from his scalp for another kiss. "Then you better fuck me like this once a month until we're close, oppa," she murmured after their lips separated, seeing his unspoken agreement with the idea. "Get dressed, you know where the door is."
She stayed on the couch, watching him get dressed before he knelt to meet her face one last time.
"Thank you," he chuckled, caught up by her dazzling smile. "You are amazing, Chaery. In every damn aspect," he added, scanning her striking visuals again.
"I know," she said shyly. "Go. I need to rest." She waved goodbye at Seungdae, not bothering to hide her engraved smile until he closed the door.
Slightly confused but greatly satisfied with how everything went down to the complex's parking area by taking the elevator.
As the doors opened, his heart skipped a beat, and he put up his guard. The silhouette reminded him of the female paparazzi and sasaeng fans he had learned to detect and avoid, and it was right there, lying against the wall, using her phone, probably waiting for Chaeryeong, or maybe even him, considering they had arrived just minutes apart. No distinguishable features, just the usual hat and hoodie anyone would use in a poor attempt to hide their identity.
She lowered her phone and walked directly towards him.
"Anything I can help… Chaeyeon?" Seungdae scoffed, confused, lowering his guard, and noticing she was wearing the denim jacket Chaeryeong had given her earlier. "Didn't you have somewhere to go with that jacket?"
"That's tomorrow," she replied. "Who did you think I was?"
"Why are you even here?"
Chaeyeon chuckled. "I am just concerned with my little sis' safety, handsome." She stepped closer to him. "Are you her boyfriend?"
"No," he smirked, watching her take another step forward.
"Friend?"
"Hard to say," he replied, causing her to stand as close to him as she could.
"Server?" She grinned; Seungdae didn't reply. "Bingo. Got anywhere to be?"
"Not really…"
"Drive me home," Chaeyeon demanded, taking his hand and walking confidently towards his vehicle.
"H-how did you know which one was my car?"
"I know every car from her neighbors," she explained, nodding at him until he unlocked the doors. "I wasn't kidding when I said I was concerned with Chaeryeongie's safety," she added, entering his car.
"Anything else you want to know?" He pondered reluctantly, pointing at the console so she could enter her address.
"I was thinking more of testing." She smirked, starting their trip, catching his whole attention by resting her hand on his bulge. "If you cum before we get there, you won't ever get to fuck me."
'I need to manifest things more often,' Seungdae thought in a split second before following her game as she pulled his cock out of his pants. "What makes you think I want to fuck you?"
She didn't reply; instead, she made him watch his dick grow hard in her hand. Seungdae rolled his eyes and nodded.
"If you don't cum before we get there, I'll pay you the whole night for the ride." Chaeyeon smirked at the sight of his tongue running through his lips.
"You don't even know my tariffs," he scoffed, even though he was not entirely sure of his own prices.
"If lovely Chaery was so mad when I interrupted." She grinned, fixing her seat and hair and leaning forward, "this cock seems worth it."
He gazed at Chaeyeon as she playfully smelled his shaft.
"Thank god she sucked him," she murmured to herself. "So? We have a deal?"
Seungdae sighed with a smile and turned on his car, driving out of Chaeryeong's apartment complex to follow the ten-minute route. He went slow for the first few blocks, constantly looking around him.
"Focus on the road; no one will see me here," Chaeyeon purred, kissing the underside of his rod.
"Easier said than done," he murmured.
"You think this is my first rodeo?"
It clearly wasn't. The way her body hid right beneath the windows, leaving a clear space for him to maneuver the gearshift, was as flawless as the way she kissed and licked his dick. The way she blew him, however, was at Nayeon's level.
Chaeyeon took advantage of the first red light to suck him at will, swirling her tongue through every millimeter from the very tip of his glans until the farthest end of his frenulum, pleasuring him at every minute movement. Right when the light changed to green, she engulfed him, keeping her lips on his pubes.
"And I thought Chaery was good," he murmured to himself, but she heard him.
"Forgive her," she giggled after a gasp, stroking him with both hands. "She has only served once."
"The fuck?" Seungdae exclaimed. "She took me down her throat."
"But she gagged, didn't she?" Chaeyeon smirked at him, watching him try to control himself and nod with concern in his eyes. "Relax, I managed to enjoy my rounds, and now I'm free to use these skills however I want," she purred, making him groan with just her hands.
His concern, however, stayed in his eyes, although slightly different.
"Oh, you were worried about Chaeryeongie?" Chaeyeon scoffed, licking his tip. "Don't be. She's in good company and has many sisters to rely on. If she goes solo like Yeji, she'll be way luckier than me." She smiled, licking his slit without any resentment in her words. "She's grown beautifully; she'll be able to choose whatever she likes instead of a month's worth of nights with random men," she added with a sultry tone.
Seungdae nodded quickly. "Her future boyfriend will be a lucky motherfucker," he huffed, trying to focus on the road and not her tongue.
"Naturally. She loves to suck her boyfriends," she explained. "Until they can't keep up with her," she chuckled before taking him down her throat again.
"Too wild?" He inhaled deeply, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.
"You tell me. We're more alike than what I'd like to admit." She giggled, cock choking her as he hesitated to take a turn, almost missing it.
"Wild, yes, but they're stupid to let her go," he scoffed, reminiscing about Chaeryeong's dazzling smile and how much chemistry they had fucking. He then wondered if he would have the same level of sexual chemistry with Chaeyeon.
"She kicks them out," she clarified, releasing his dick and kissing his tip, making bubbles with her own drool. "Chaery knows what she wants. If someone upsets her," she said, smacking his manhood against her face, "she will do what she must without an ounce of regret."
"So I've heard," Seungdae grunted as her lips sealed around his glans, remembering Ryujin's butthole. "Will she really be okay?"
Chaeyeon hummed, hollowing her cheeks before releasing him with a pop. "Yeah, she knows her limits. She's the sole reason they have that stupid no-kissing rule." She glanced outside his car and swallowed him whole again. She knew exactly where she was, and her throat proved it.
Traffic didn't help. It was moving painfully slowly, the complete opposite of her. His knuckles turned white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel. Almost on cue, he noticed her reach for her pocket to open the gates of her parking area, and right as he entered her apartment building, she finished him, shoving her hand into his trunks to take his balls, triggering his orgasm.
She took the first shot of semen down her throat, but raised her head enough to welcome the following shots in her tongue, sucking him without any restraint while he desperately parked on the first free spot he found. Feeling his relaxation, she sucked him even harder, stroking him and pushing every drop of cum out of his glans, enjoying his troubled breathing.
Playfully, Chaeyeon took Seungdae out of her mouth and stared into his eyes. She showed him his load of sperm floating in her mouth. She swished it and swallowed it all in one loud gulp, opening her mouth wide again. Before he could react, she rose to kiss him, pulling him in by the nape.
"I don't have that rule," she grinned, giving him another peck before going back down to his crotch.
"You're cruel," he laughed, as she sipped the excess of drool from his cock and pubes.
"I am merciful." She smirked, unbothered by his shaft moving across her face while she cleaned him with her mouth. "I could have made you cum before the first red light."
"Oh, give me some—"
"I could feel your legs and arm trembling half the road," she stated, kissing his length until she reached his glans for a last loud peck. "I will drain you later. Better than she did." She offered him her phone and fixed her seat.
"How should I save my contact?"
"Big Juicy Server," she whispered, tucking his cock under his trunks.
"Are you sure Chaeryeong will be okay with you hiring me?"
"Oh, don't worry about my little sis; it's not like you're the only server we have in common. I'll talk to her, and if she's okay, I'll call you." Chaeyeon kissed him one last time. "Thank you for the ride. I'll handle your payment," she winked, stepping out of his car without turning back.
"Unbelievable," Seungdae sighed before driving back to his own place.
Almost as if she was watching him, Chaeryeong texted him a little after he threw himself onto his bed.
CR: I wasn't sure if I should send you these or not, but I think you earned them 😌
CR: Next time you're staying the night!
The photos included several selfies capturing that post-orgasm glow, making her look even more ethereal than usual, with her squirt and his cum adding little sparks of light through her naked torso. The video showed Chaeryeong playfully wiping his semen with her finger, mixing it with her own squirt through her abs and her tits before sucking it with clear joy in her cute smile.
CR: btw, the no-kissing rule is because I sometimes confuse whether I like someone (you know, to fuck) or I LIKE someone (as in in 🥰)
CR: If kissing them feels good, it's harder for me…
He sighed with a kind smile, already typing his response.
CR: Don't write yet!!!
"Damn. Okay." Seungdae chuckled, waiting to see the rest.
CR: I know only Yeji and Lia follow that rule when I'm not around, but that's because Yeji is not much of a kisser and Lia has her girlfriend, hehe
CR: But I'm working on it, so I thought you should know.
CR: I'm not looking to be your third girlfriend, or anything like that.
CR: No offence, but I wouldn't like my boyfriend to have other girlfriends besides me, much less Tzuyu unnie. I could not compete…
CR: But I would like to become a regular of yours 🤤
CR: Just…
CR: I'd also appreciate you telling me if you see or think I may be getting a bit too…
CR: Attached to you 🥴
A minute passed.
CR: You can write now…
CR: Please write 🙃
SD: Thank you for telling me this… And for the photos, you look stunningly beautiful and hot!
SD: TBH I really, really enjoyed our session. A lot! So yeah, more than happy to see you again
SD: And yes, I'll tell you if I feel you're getting attached
SD: Also, tell me if you want me to change anything to make it easier for you
CR: I will!!
CR: Oh, and you can also fuck my sister 🙄
CR: It will help me with all of this, I think
SD: She told you already?!
CR: She didn't know your name to pay you on the servers' platform
CR: For some reason, your profile appears with a code and not your name
CR: And it has no picture of you or your dick!
CR: You'd get more requests if you added those! 😏
SD: I think I'm good for now, kkkk
SD: By the way, when I said any man you're interested in would be very lucky, I really meant it. You're incredible!
CR: A reminder like that would not be too bad 👉👈
He stayed in bed after calling Jieun and Tzuyu separately, sharing his day with them as they talked about theirs. He confirmed to both of them that he'd spend the next couple of days packing everything. Even the new mattress at Jieun's, his new place, already felt more like his own.
Seungdae did his best to enjoy the following day, thinking it could be the last day he could spend completely on his own. Not that he wanted that, but he had learnt in the past to appreciate his solitude and the quiet that comes with it.
With the work done, he packed everything he'd need for his new home and thought about what to do with the furniture he no longer needed.
Sunday arrived, and so did Jieun, Jongsuk, and Inna, surprising him with a full day off to help him move stuff around while they wore their best disguises to go unnoticed on the street. Impressed and thankful for them, Seungdae accepted their help, throwing everything into the three cars available, trying their best to make as few trips as possible, with Jieun coordinating the whole thing.
They used the drive time for a quick call with Tzuyu, which soon turned into a massive video call with most of the members before their concert in Aichi, teasing him for moving with their beloved sunbae, but mostly wishing him good luck and asking him not to forget about them.
"I can promise that to Tzuyu, but I'm not so sure about everyone else," he joked, triggering a round of shouts and laughs on both ends of the call.
"That's on you, girls, for making him this confident," Jieun said, punching him on the shoulder.
Soon, Seungdae's apartment was left with no personal belongings, and the four of them stood near the entrance.
"You okay, man?" Jongsuk asked him with a supportive slap on his shoulder.
"Surprisingly. I've been living here for," he fumbled for a moment.
"Eight years!" Jieun giggled, holding his left hand, intertwining fingers with him.
"That long?" Seungdae asked, trying to do the math.
"Yeah, you moved here a year after your military service was over," Inna whispered, hinting at his poor past decisions.
"You're never letting that go, are you?" He chuckled, noticing Jieun trying to hold her laugh.
"You made it so hard to find you! The least I deserve is teasing you with it for as long as I want," Inna grinned, hugging Jieun while she nodded.
"You were the one who taught me how to keep a low profile, but fair! I think I should be sad or something, but I just feel excited!" Seungdae admitted, looking at Jieun, then at his friends.
"I've got an idea why that may be," Jongsuk remarked, bringing the couple closer together until they hugged and he hugged them both, pulling Inna with them.
"Shall we go?" Jieun jumped happily in place, gazing up at them, primarily at Seungdae.
"Let's go."
Next Chronicle 🍉🍍 (TBD) →
Author's note: There was an ask about what my plans were with Chaeryeong since she didn't have much focus on the previous OT5 fic (Karma's a Bitch); I hope this fic answers your question, haha.
For now, this concludes Part 1 of this arc, and I'll take a month before posting the next fic.
Share the love, send asks, comment, all that nice stuff, and thank you for reading ♥
Lastly, I love that we got this Chaeryeong performance right when this fic was to be posted uwu gotta love the little coincidences.
