I love when ppl say that rumi looks exactly like her mom bc that's. Objectively. Not True
WHY ARE YOU LYING TO HER
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I love when ppl say that rumi looks exactly like her mom bc that's. Objectively. Not True
WHY ARE YOU LYING TO HER
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Cart: Miyeon, Giselle
Tags: Succubi, post breakup, highly likely part two, blowjob, Giselle has a massive butt
“I’m serious, Giselle. If we don’t find a human for the company, we’re going to get fired for real.” Miyeon mumbles, her words getting caught in her throat just imagining getting fired.
She didn’t want to be one of those succubi that had gotten fired just because she wasn’t ‘seductive’ enough. Miyeon’s partner and close friend didn’t have that same problem.
Giselle was definitely seductive enough to catch a human, her charm could make even the most devout monks blush but she was horrible at removing their desire afterwards, and that was their entire purpose.
It wasn’t just about luring humans in. The energy they needed the kind that powered the eternal hell charm potions, it was the most popular product amongst modern demons came from extracting human lust.
“I said I was working on it,” Giselle said lazily, reclining across the ragged velvet couch in their dormitory. Her tail flicked behind her in rhythmic loops, almost hypnotic.
“Besides, I got close with that Jewish investment banker in Midtown last week. Almost too close. He was about to propose. Can you imagine?”
Miyeon flinched. “You didn’t say that.”
“I didn’t want to worry you. He was just going on and on about this rabbi he knew in upstate New York.”
Miyeon gave her a long, slow look. “Giselle. He was about to propose. That’s like stage-five clinger behavior. You hypercharged his attachment.”
“I panicked, okay?” Giselle sat up, brushing imaginary dust off her sleek black minidress. “He started crying when I mentioned soul cycles. What was I supposed to do, slap the desire out of him?”
“No, you were supposed to do your job!” Miyeon hissed, pacing across the cracked floor tiles of their shared unit. “We’re on our third probation. Third, You know what comes after this?”
“Unbinding.”
“Worse. Desk duty.”
Giselle gasped. “You mean like… paperwork?”
“And spreadsheets,” Miyeon added, gulping.
A silence settled between them like a funeral shroud. Even the lights flickered in sympathy. “We’re not made for spreadsheets,” Giselle said eventually. “Our talents would wither.”
“Exactly. So, we need a human. A good one. Fast. And this time, no emotional implosions.”
“Fine. I’ll pick someone tonight.” Giselle rolled her eyes, picking at her long acrylic nails.
“Not just anyone. A clean energy source. Willing, capable, and totally ghostable.” Miyeon pushes up her glasses.
“You make it sound so easy,” Giselle sighed. “You know, maybe if they trained us properly instead of rushing us through Succubus Academy in eighteen months—”
“We got the fast track because of us cheating on all of our assignments,” Miyeon reminded her. “They thought we were prodigies.”
“They thought you were a prodigy,” Giselle muttered.
“And you managed to seduce 100 people in a week during our final exam.” Miyeon rebutted.
They both can’t help but smile at each other.
They’d been a team from the start—Giselle with her luminous skin and liquid voice, Miyeon with her tight control over her power and energy harvesting efficiency.
On paper, they were perfect. In practice, they were HR’s worst nightmare.
“I’ll go out tonight,” Giselle said with newfound resolve. “I’ll pick someone boring and safe. A schoolteacher. Or an accountant.”
“No musicians. No actors. No one who writes poetry in the rain.”
“Miyeon. I said accountant. I got this.”
“I’ll come with you.” Miyeon says calmly.
“What, you don’t trust me?” Giselle’s eyebrow cocks upward.
“I trust you exactly enough to know I should come with you.”
——
They hit the mortal realm at 10:47 p.m., just in time for the last wave of Friday night desperation to crest over the city.
The club they entered was one of the agency’s approved venues, laced with low-level signals that disguised any non-human activity. Mortals brushed past them, their bodies humming with need, loneliness, thrill-seeking.
Giselle’s eyes glowed faintly as she scanned the crowd. “Target-rich environment.”
It wasn’t long before Giselle found him. You stood at the edge of the dance floor, nursing a half-melted drink and scrolling something on your phone with the despondent air of someone who thought they should be somewhere else.
You weren’t particularly attractive, but tall and maybe a bit muscular but you had the most important trait: vulnerability.
“That one,” Giselle said.
Micron followed her gaze and nodded. “Looks emotionally available.”
“And already halfway miserable,” Giselle added. “Prime harvesting conditions.”
“Hey!” Giselle smiles at you, your eyes look up at her.
‘Gosh, just what I need, a bar girl who wants me to buy 12 bottles of champagne and vodka for her’
You nod your head horribly slowly, the alcohol was already getting to you and the double D’s of this gorgeous woman was adding on to the delirium of the night.
“Are you here alone?” You were actually just here with your girlfriend Minjeong, who said she was sick of your wishy washy attitude and got up and left.
“Yeah, alone.” You knock back another sip of whatever is in your cup. The woman sits down beside you and removes the cup from your hand.
You let her.
“You look lonely,” she whispers, her voice like warm smoke curling into your ear, “like someone who’s been waiting for something to take their mind off something.”
Her lips fall to your neck, lightly brushing against your skin. The soft muscle stirring you up. Holy fuck, does it feel nice to have someone on you like this.
She grabs your hand, you pay for whatever drink she wants and the two of you leave. You’re so drunk that you barely realize you're in a taxi with the ‘bar girl’ and suddenly an office woman.
Both of their large breasts pressing against each side of your arm and you can almost hear what they're arguing about.
“You weren’t supposed to get him this drunk, Giselle!” The office woman groaned, pushing up her glass as she wrote a bunch of notes down in what seems to be a public service statement.
“I wasn’t trying to! I was just getting him a little loose…” Giselle laughed, her perfectly manicured fingers playing with your hair.
“He’s kind of cute, don’t you think? In a kind of high school loser way.” Giselle murmurs, her fingers playing with your earlobe now.
“Can’t be bothered to notice what’s going on in his face as long as I’m still writing this report.”
The taxi driver pulls up in front of a dark and gloomy mansion that seems far too remote for a driver to be out here.
“Thank you, Mikael. So fast, another reason why I like angel drivers.” The lady with the glasses thanks the driver.
The old man softly chuckles at Miyeon’s words, as his wrinkled hand waves the three of you off.
“Can’t believe he’s retiring, I don’t know who’s going to help us transport for such a low price.” Giselle groans, pressing her breasts against your arm as she pulls you to the large gate.
“I know, it was only 20 desires for every trip.” Miyeon pushes up her glasses as she opens the gate.
The house is large and it’s obvious no one but the two women live there. The house has a slight hot pink tint to it, but you can’t tell if a house has an aura or if you’re just drunk out of your mind.
Either way, you're led up to a large room with only a red silk edged bed in the center. The room looks rather pretty but in a pornagraphic way.
Giselle pushes you down onto the bed, your elbows holding your torso up. “What’s going on?” You finally ask.
“You’re asking that now only after we have you here? You’re a kidnapper's dream.” Miyeon teases pulling out a chair as she perches a laptop on her mile long legs. Giselle giggles as she lays a hand against your chest, softly rubbing over your clothed body.
You let out a soft sigh as she slowly unbuttons your shirt. “You go to the gym? I love a guy who can lift.” She purrs, her hips gyrating over your crotch. You let out a soft groan, encouraging her dance.
“Stop wasting time, Giselle. Let’s at least get something started.” Miyeon’s expression is unmoving even as Giselle peels off her dress, leaving the busty woman in only her lingerie.
“Ugh fine, prude.” Giselle clicks her tongue then her eyes fall back to your face, with your eyebrows pulled into a tight furrow. “Though I’m sure Sir over here would looove to move things along.”
Your hand moves to your waist unbuckling your leather belt. Giselle scoffs at you but allows you to drag down your pants to your knees.
Your underwear wasn’t the only thing to slide down, Giselle moves down as well. Her pretty little head resting against your inner thigh. Her pink tongue cat licks your skin.
Out of haze and trance of pleasure you see a beautifully long tail peek behind Giselle. For a moment you think your eyes are betraying you and maybe it was just a skillfully worn cosplay.
Before you could continue to rationalize your thoughts, the succubi in between your thighs places her hand atop of your cock. Coaxing and rubbing with whatever precum dribbles down acting as your lubricant.
“Giselle, hide your tail. You’re scaring him.” Miyeon says, her lips moving into a pout worried you might run off.
“I don’t think I am. Sir seems to enjoy the tail.”
Giselle’s lips wrap around your tip and she trails the tip of her tongue around and around. Giving a light sucks whenever she feels like it.
“Fuckk.” Is the only thing you can say as you edge her head further down your shaft. The tongue flattens against your cock as she licks it from the bottom.
You can’t hold back anymore and you grab the back of her head and make her deep throat your cock. Your head finally falls back and your hips jolt to keep your cock inside her mouth against her movements.
Clearly annoyed by your lack of respect, Giselle slaps your hands away and begins bobbing her head. You can feel saliva leaking from the side of her mouth down your cock.
“Hurry up, Giselle. He’s almost there.” You weren’t sure how Ms. Glasses knew you were about to orgasm but she wasn’t wrong.
It has been a while since you’ve gotten a blow this good, especially since starting a relationship with Minjeong. You liked how innocent the girl was but she was rather conservative when it came to sex.
Your thoughts are put to a halt as you feel your balls tighten, the pit of your stomach fluttering as you feel ropes of cum enter Giselle’s mouth.
You half expect the woman to spit it out but Giselle swallows. “Seriously, it’s been a while since I’ve had a load that delicious!” Her face was red with happiness.
Miyeon furrows her eyebrows. “Lucky~” She mumbles her pen pressing against her bottom lip. You can see out of the corner of your eye, her thighs pressing together.
“Do you want some?” You don’t know what on green earth possessed you to say that but you did. Miyeon’s face turns beat red, she turns her nose up at you with a small ‘hmph’.
“Ignore her, I don’t plan on sharing anyways.” Giselle says, her hand pressing against your chest pushing you down on your back flat.
You can’t even imagine how strong this woman is, you thought you were putting up a decent fight but she was too strong.
Whatever, it’s not like you had something against gym mommies. Giselle slides down the strap of her dress of her shoulder and slides the entire dress off her beautiful figure.
She sports a dark pink lingerie that surprisingly omits the panties and only connects a garter belt to her bra. Your mouth dries at the sight, your cock twitching in excitement.
“You like what you see, human?” Giselle muses, her voice as sweet and slow as molasses. You nod your head as your hands find her thighs, the plump skin spilling between your finger spaces.
Your head suddenly remembers Minjeong’s frail body, her teary eyes as she first confessed to you.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of another woman with me?” Giselle kisses her teeth in annoyance. Your eyebrows twitch in surprise, was this woman reading your mind?
“Stop wasting time, Giselle. He’s already wavering.” Miyeon says, her eyes firm and locked onto you. She lowers herself onto you, her pussy enveloping your cock in warmth.
Your cock pulses in urgency, hungrily gasping in shock. ‘Why is she so fucking tight?’ You hear Giselle giggles on top of you.
“Oh my god.. you’re actually reading my mind… holy shit.” You pant, your hips still twitching. “Shh, don’t worry about that for now.”
Giselle lifts her hips only leaving the tip to remain and slams back down onto your cock taking it to the hilt. “Mmmh, fuckkk that’s it.” She moans, her head knocking back.
Her hips fall into an egregious rhythm with her ass jiggling every time it makes contact with your thighs.
You felt her soft buttfat hit right against your thigh and it drove you crazy. You reached her butt to cop a feel.
Squeezing, and churning the tender muscle in your hands, some of it leaking out of your fingers. It was incredibly soft. Your hands roam all over the woman’s gorgeous body.
Playing with her with increasing intensity, the sight of this impossibly beautiful woman was enough to drive you crazy.
“Giselle, hurry up. It’s taking way too long.” Miyeon’s voice cut in. Giselle’s hips stutter for a moment before you begin to feel something warm.
“Sorry, he’s just got a lot more than I expected.” She takes a moment but doesn’t stop moving. If anything she speeds up.
You're aware of Minjeong somewhere in the back of your mind, of her tear-streaked face as she walked away from you tonight. But that memory is being drowned, submerged by wave after wave of pure sensation.
Giselle's body is impossibly hot around you, clenching and releasing in rhythms that feel less like sex and more like being devoured.
"Focus," Miyeon says, and you realize she's moved closer. Her chair scrapes against the floor. "You're going to burn through him before we get anything usable."
"He's not burning," Giselle gasps, her hips never slowing. "He's—fuck—he's enjoying it." She's right. You are. More than you've ever enjoyed anything.
Your hands move from her ass to her waist, gripping hard enough to bruise, and you pull her down onto you with each thrust.
Her head falls forward, dark hair curtaining around both your faces. "That's it," she whispers against your lips. "Just let go. Let me have it."
The orgasm rips through you with force you've never experienced. Your vision whites out. Your back arches off the bed.
When you come back to yourself, Giselle is slumped against your chest, breathing hard. Her skin is flushed, glowing faintly in the dim room.
And her tail, you can't deny it now, not with it wrapped lazily around your thigh, is very real.
You turn your head. She's still sitting in the chair, laptop open on her thighs, but she's not typing anymore.
Her glasses have slipped down her nose, and her cheeks are stained pink. Her thighs are pressed together so tightly you can see the muscles trembling.
"Miyeon," Giselle says without lifting her head from your chest. "You're leaking too."
"Shut up."
"Your tail's out."
You follow Giselle's gaze.
Sure enough, a thin, elegant tail has unfurled from behind Miyeon, its arrow-tip twitching against the arm of her chair. She yanks it back with a sharp intake of breath.
"I'm fine. Just finish the extraction so we can—"
"We're done," Giselle says, finally pushing herself up. She stretches like a cat, her back arching, and you watch her tail curl with the movement.
“Got way more than we needed, actually." She looks down at you with something almost like curiosity.
"You're a weird one. Most humans pass out after that."
You're not sure what to say. You're not even sure what just happened. You're lying in a strange bed in a strange house with two women who have tails, having just had the most intense sexual experience of your life, and somewhere in the back of your mind you're aware that you should probably be terrified.
Instead, you're just... tired. Heavy. Like something vital has been siphoned out of you.
"Is he going to be okay?" Giselle asks, and there's actual concern in her voice.
Miyeon finally stands, walking over to the bed. Up close, you can see that her hands are shaking slightly.
She looks at you with those sharp, analytical eyes, and for a moment you see something behind them that isn't professional detachment.
"He'll be fine. A few days of low energy, maybe some mild depression. Standard extraction symptoms." She pauses. "We should get him water. Food. The usual protocol."
"Since when do you care about the usual protocol?" Giselle grins.
"Since HR has been up our asses about sustainable harvesting practices. I'm not getting written up again because you left another human dehydrated in a ditch."
"I never left anyone in a—it was one time!"
You laugh. You're not sure why, maybe it's the exhaustion, maybe it's the absurdity of the situation.
Maybe, it's the way these two impossibly beautiful demon women are bickering over you like you're a houseplant they forgot to water.
But the sound surprises all three of you.
Giselle looks down at you, her head tilted. "He's got a nice laugh."
"Don't get attached."
"I'm not getting attached. I'm just saying. Nice laugh. For a human."
Miyeon sighs, long and suffering. She reaches out and adjusts your shirt—the one Giselle unbuttoned earlier—pulling it closed over your chest. Her fingers linger for a moment longer than necessary.
"You should sleep," she says quietly. "We'll... figure out the rest in the morning."
"Morning?" You finally find your voice. It comes out rough. "What happens in the morning?"
Miyeon and Giselle exchange a look. Something passes between them—an entire conversation in a single glance.
"That depends," Miyeon says carefully. "On whether you want to remember this."
You blink at her. "Remember?"
"We can wipe it," Giselle explains, settling back down beside you. Her tail curls around your wrist, warm and surprisingly soft.
"Standard procedure. You wake up tomorrow with a hangover and no memory of how you got home. Life goes on."
"Or?" You ask, because you can hear the alternative hanging in the air.
Miyeon's eyes meet yours. Her glasses have slipped down again, and without them, her face looks different. Younger. More human.
"Or you remember. And you decide what you want to do with that information."
The room is quiet. Somewhere in the house, something creaks, old bones, settling. The pink tint of the walls seems to pulse gently, like a heartbeat.
You think about Minjeong, walking away from you tonight. You think about the empty apartment waiting for you, the silence you were going to drown in.
You think about the way Giselle's tail feels around your wrist, and the way Miyeon's hand trembled when she touched you.
"Let me remember," you say.
Giselle grins. Miyeon's expression doesn't change, but something in her eyes softens.
You fall asleep between them, and for the first time in months, you don't dream of anything at all.
---
When you wake, the light is different. Pale morning filtering through curtains you don't recognize.
The bed is empty beside you, but the sheets still smell like flowers and something darker.
There's a glass of water on the nightstand, a plate of toast, and a note written in looping handwriting:
Breakfast is at 9. Don't be late. — M
Below it, in different handwriting, sharper and quicker:
Or don't. I'll bring you coffee in bed if you ask nicely. — G
You pick up the note, and for a long moment, you just look at it. Two demons. One apartment. A job you still don't fully understand.
You should leave. You know you should leave. This is the part in every story where the human runs, counts their blessings, never looks back.
Instead, you eat the toast. You drink the water. And at 8:57, you pull on your clothes from last night and follow the smell of coffee down a hallway that seems much longer than it did coming in.
When you push open the kitchen door, both of them look up.
Giselle is perched on the counter in what appears to be a silk robe that's doing very little to contain her.
Miyeon stands at the stove, still in her blouse from last night, frying eggs with the same intensity she brought to her laptop.
"You're early," Miyeon says.
"I'm hungry."
Giselle laughs, bright and genuine. "I like him."
"You like everyone who lets you ride them into next week."
"That's not true. I'm very selective."
Miyeon rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. She slides an egg onto a plate and pushes it across the island toward you. "Eat. You'll need your strength."
"For what?"
She doesn't answer. But Giselle's tail flicks, and Miyeon’s, there it is again, curling briefly around the handle of the coffee pot, and you realize you're not afraid.
You should be. You probably will be later, when the reality of what happened last night fully hits you.
But right now, standing in this too-pink kitchen with two demons bickering over breakfast, you feel something you haven't felt in a long time.
Curious. Alive.
Like maybe getting kidnapped was the best thing that could have happened to you.
You take a bite of eggs. They're perfect.
"So," you say, reaching for the coffee. "What exactly does your job entail? Besides the obvious."
Miyeon pushes her glasses up. Giselle leans forward, robe gaping.
And for the first time, they start to tell you the truth.
We Just Fit
Miyeon x Male Reader - 11k words
“Fuck you.”
“That’s kinda the idea, baby.” Miyeon quips as she stares up at you with a cocky smirk.
Seeing your unshifting gaze, she rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh, defeated.
“Come on. We’ve had this argument a hundred times. You have won none of them. So save me the white knight act and fuck me,” She gives your cheek a few light slaps, finally getting her adorable pet to obey. “Hm, baby?”
-
Now, Miyeon wasn’t always like this. She used to be sweet, and caring, and soft, and unbelievably infectious with her sudden shotgun bursts of laughter that always catch you off-guard. It’s that distinct rise in pitch and volume in her laugh that makes it so stupidly goofy. Very unlike her image, much less a princess as she, annoyingly, claims to be.
But, calling her a delight would be an understatement; a heinous crime. She was more than that. She was sun, warmth, home. She was afternoon drives by the countryside as a breeze coolly slides across your cheek. But at the same time, she was class, elegance, and frilly dresses. She was velvet pillows and intricate curls on rose gold upholstery. She was, whether you like it or not, fucking immaculate. You’d call her godsent, but you think no God would’ve been wise to put this much power in a human being. Either way, God or no God, Miyeon was real.
And, as luck would have it, she didn’t smite you the first time you interacted with her. Once you’ve gotten past the initial awkward small talk, conversations with her have been far from uninteresting. She tells stories like they’re epic sonnets with rising and falling actions, and you can’t help but flow to her narrative. She endlessly recounts to you the several dramas, shows, and countless movies she’s watched (Yes, even the ones you’ve already watched.), and you can’t help but pray that actors would go out of business if it means talking to Miyeon all day.
With a talker like her, she expects full attention from you, too. It was your sworn duty, an oath, invisibly signed on the day you became friends.
But sometimes it could prove just a bit too much. Unbeknownst to her, you always kept a long list of phrases that help shut out the noise that is Miyeon as she drones on and on and on. Trusty tools, you thought so yourself.
-
“…and then I killed it during the live stream. I just hate it when they fly slow enough to buzz in my ear but fucking quick enough to dodge everything I throw at it.” She released a quick sigh. “Then afterwards I kinda felt bad, so I gave it a little funeral with tissue.” Miyeon pouted.
“Uh-huh, yeah.” You replied, eyes still fixated on your laptop screen.
Miyeon shifted her gaze and stared at the side of your face. “And after that I got up to fix the chairs…”
“As one does, yes.” Your fingers glided across the keys.
Miyeon prodded her cheek with her tongue as she scoffed lightly. “And then I got naked on stream, you asshole. You’re not even listening!”
You inhaled deeply and exhaled shortly. With a final *CLACK* on your enter key, you faced a sulking Miyeon.
“You were doing the livestream, and then you kept hearing the infuriating buzzing sound, but it would miss your hand every time you swatted it. You whirled around a bit and finally caught the mosquito. You suddenly felt bad, so you held a funeral with tissues and a little prayer. Afterwards, you probably fixed the chairs in the practice room, then ended the stream. I was listening. Asshole.” You smirked, proudly. Miyeon did too.
You’ve never really needed those tools.
-
From an outside perspective, people might think there’s something going on between you and Miyeon. You got it a lot actually, but that isn’t the case. You know that isn’t the case.
Okay, well, you have harbored feelings for Miyeon to some degree, but seeing her already beaming with your friendship left you wanting to leave things the way they were. It worked perfectly, so why mess it up?
Consequently, knowing that there wasn’t anything between you and Miyeon, Minnie went ahead and asked you out. It was on a rainy afternoon, and it was chilly even inside Cube’s building. You were bundled up on the couch, busy fixing various schedules and the logistics of some of I-DLE’s promotion-week activities on your laptop when Minnie suddenly popped the question.
-
“Do you wanna go out?”
Your fingers halted. Your eyes immediately went to the closed window. The blur of the grey sky and the cold outside nipped at your ears. You dreaded the thought of the outdoors. So, you faced Minnie.
“You mean—“
Minnie quickly shook her head.
“Oh…Oh.” you realized.
Minnie continued to stare, lips slightly pouted. That was when you got a good look at her for the first time. Overshadowed by Miyeon’s constant hogging of your attention, Minnie wasn’t able to engage with you that much. You’ve had a few talks, but never really got to a real conversation. But holy hell, without competing with Miyeon, Minnie easily radiated and filled the whole room and about 4 other buildings down the block. You audibly gulped, nervously wracking your brain for a response. Say yes, idiot!, you internally shouted.
Minnie piped up again. “I think you’re cute and I wanna get to know you more. So what do you say?”
Sensing the silence, you shifted back to the task at hand: the gorgeous woman in front of you. Ears, check. Eyes, check. Head, check. You nodded up and down.
“Yes, please.”
-
But this isn’t about Minnie, it’s about Miyeon.
Now, for the record, Minnie was an absolute angel. No doubt about that. You’ve been dating for a couple of months now and have almost checked all the boxes on the list: you have a copy of each other’s keys, you’ve both met each other’s parents, and you’ve both admitted to loving one another. You haven’t slept together yet, but you were willing to wait if Minnie wanted to take it slow. Things were going great — up until that one night you had Miyeon over.
-
Miyeon called you up to tell you that she was coming over. It was around 12. On the phone, she already sounded kinda loopy — tipsy. Slurred words and constant hiccups kinda gave it way. Being the good friend you are, you agreed. Someone had to watch over her, so might as well be you. You sent a quick update to Minnie and a sweet goodnight. She sent back a photo of her, bundled up in bed with messy bangs and a small thumbs up.
Miyeon shortly arrived at your door with three soft knocks. She had her brown hair down and wore an extra-large purple sweater that hung on her slim body and shorts that proudly displayed her smooth thighs and legs. With a quick smile and a hey, she let herself in, and you got to making dinner for the both of you.
So there you were, sitting beside each other on your smelly (according to Miyeon) couch. You had just finished dinner and continued to tap away at your laptop while Miyeon fiddled with her phone. It was silent, but it was fine. Just the noises of each other seemed to suffice. Then Miyeon’s voice broke the air between you.
“Am I a good friend to you?”
Your ears perked up, and you hummed lightly. “Hm?”
Miyeon slowly exhaled. “I asked if I was a good friend to you.”
There was something about the question that sounded so different, so foreign, so…unexplored. You guys weren’t much for mushy stuff, so this was definitely a first. But, you had to admit, Miyeon is a great friend.
On days with too much work on your hands, she would never forget to stop by your office for a quick chat, holding whatever instant junk she found around the company. She would plop down on the couch in front of your desk and start talking. Little by little, you got to know her better.
You’re a talker just as much as she is, albeit only with her, but you figured that everybody was a talker with their best friends. Miyeon knew you well, too. She knew your ins and outs, your pet peeves, and your grievances. And you knew hers — how her nose scrunches every time she hears a trot song, or how she has a secret dimple on her cheek that only appears when you say an absolutely hilarious joke, or how she curses, like a lot, whenever only the two of you are around. You guys just…fit. So you went with that.
You cleared your throat and shuffled a bit on the sofa. Miyeon audibly gulped as she waited. She hugged her knees to her chest as she stared.
“Well…” you started. “You are. You’re my best friend, and you’re really great. We just fit, you know?” You finished with a small shrug.
Miyeon’s face lightened, brows slowly unfurrowing, satisfied with your answer. She licked her lips and nodded. Right about now, you could guess a smirk was coming. Then, as if on cue, a corner of her lips rose, and you saw that dimple starting to show. The world just seemed to fade into the background as Miyeon held your gaze, the drunk blush perfectly accenting her cheeks. Both of you were light-years away from Earth at that point, drifting aimlessly into the unknown. And yet you didn’t care. Even then — with Miyeon in her messy, tipsy, aimless state — she was stunning.
You flicked her forehead.
Can’t let her have too big an ego. “That’s the only compliment you’ll squeeze out of me.”
She flicked your hand away as she clicked her tongue. “Oh fuck off,” she said with a snort.
Both of you settled shortly after, content and satisfied with each other’s answer. But you decided to question her more.
“So why’d you ask?” You smiled lightly.
Miyeon shrugged.
“Miyeon.”
She released a long-withheld sigh. “I don’t know. I’ve…just been feeling down these past months.”
You stared at her softly and reached over to give her palm a squeeze. Now, you knew Miyeon had her sorrows; she was the worst at hiding them. You’d sometimes catch her on the verge of tears while reading fan letters or speaking onstage, and it was always the same outcome. She would use the same goofy laugh to buffer any deeper emotions she felt. You would hear it in her voice, that heartbreaking whimper, that trembling bottom lip, tears trying to force themselves out after being trapped for so long. It pained you to an extent. It was rare for Miyeon to be this open with her feelings, so you approached gently.
“Well,” you started. “I’m here. I’m always here.”
You saw that familiar shimmer in her eyes and prepared for the worst.
But no tears fell that night.
You heard her chuckle as she quickly dabbed the corner of her eyes. “I know.” Miyeon started. She found your gaze and gave you a reassuring nod. “I know.”
Sensing her sunken mood, you shifted gears and prepared a small zinger. You leaned towards her. “This is the part where you compliment me, too, you know?”
That did it. She fired off a laugh, clearly not letting you have the last word. “Shut the fuck up.”
“I’m serious!” You feigned innocence with two raised hands. “It’s only right,” you teased.
Miyeon waved you away with her hand and a giggle. “You won’t get one out of me.”
The sounds of her laughter died down as she hugged her knees once more. You shifted back to the comfortable silence. You were about to start working again when Miyeon asked another question.
“Have you and Minnie fucked?”
“Jesus. What kind of question is that?”
“A regular one?”
“An inappropriate one.
“Just tell me, Mr. Chastity.” Miyeon chuckled.
“Shut up.”
“Come on.”
“Fuck. Off.”
“Oh please. Just say no and get it over with.”
“Oh for— fine. Okay, fine. No. No, we have not fucked. There, happy?”
“You probably aren’t.”
You scoffed. “I am. If Minnie wants to wait, then I’ll wait. What’s so hard to get?”
Miyeon pursed her lips and shrugged. “I was just curious.”
You licked your lips, ready for another sharp comeback if ever Miyeon pushed it. But she didn’t. Instead, her eyes flickered dangerously — from your lap and back up to you.
“I bet you’re so pent up.”
What the fuck was that?, you thought to yourself.
Alarms blared in your ear as you assessed what Miyeon said, replaying it over and over. Your heart slowly began to pound against your chest, frightened by the uncertainty of it all. But a part of you picked up on it: that subliminal beckon in her tone, the fiery dare the woman has presented to you in the form of a few “innocent” words. She was suddenly crossing way too many lines, more than you could count. A once-in-a-lifetime chance to do something extremely wrong and stupid lies before you in the form of your extremely captivating friend. It felt sinful, mortifying. Exciting.
Miyeon stared at you with a slightly raised eyebrow, daring you to make a move. Her hidden dimple, ever so visible, betrayed her thoughts on the situation before you: this was a mere game to her. A helpless game where only Miyeon won, and you lost, be it swiftly or painstakingly slow. You stared at her pale hand as it travelled from her side over to your knee. Your heart, finally being heard by your brain, groaned out a response.
“Miyeon.”
She hummed lightly. “Hm?”
“Please.” You begged her.
Her eyes flickered once more, a hint of the Devil that lived inside the woman. She breathed out a small chuckle. “Please what?”
You teetered on the point of no return, seeing the slippery slope that Miyeon pulled you to. It dazed you and made you feel that knot in your stomach tighten. In your haze, you saw images of Minnie shifting before you: her smile, her sweet laugh, how she looked in that practice room the day she asked you out. But all those visions were torn from you by Miyeon’s soft gaze, a juxtaposition to her intent. The guilt your heart carried intensified its beating. You felt it in your temple down to your throat, hopelessly protesting. You looked down at your lap and saw something that made your heart fall from that point of no return. You were hard.
Miyeon followed your gaze, and you saw the idea form in her head.
You blurted out with weak lungs as you shook your head in denial. “Miyeon, no. Please.”
“Nobody has to know. Not even her.”
Miyeon lifted her hand from your knee and placed it on the couch to prop herself up. Miyeon turned towards you as her face slowly approached the crook of your neck, just stopping by your ear.
“It’s okay, baby. Relax.” She cooed. Her soft brown hair turned into a dangerous blur to your right as she toyed with you. Her exhales were hot on the side of your face as you struggled under her control, a small peek into the absolute power she has over you. Her colored nails trailed along the right side of your face as she pushed you to meet her gaze. She finally leaned into you as the dangerous brown blur filled your vision. You shut your eyes in response.
And there it went. All the built-up tension weighing on both of you — exploding into this first kiss that ultimately signalled the end of your friendship. All that passion and heat, finally poured — imbued — into a single action. You braced for the explosion.
The kiss was soft. Oh God, was it soft.
Her lips were gentle, tender. You smelled the green apple shampoo you saw her buy months ago. You tasted that sugary lip gloss you saw her apply every morning. You tasted Miyeon, devoid of the sun or the royalty you’ve come to know: just an idol. A celebrity. Your bestest friend. She was bare, vulnerable, fragile. In that moment — in those few precious seconds — she was yours; and by God were you never letting go.
You remember there being no urgency in the kiss. It wasn’t chaste, it was passionate. Lips remained where they were supposed to, never overstaying. But they also constantly moved, shifted, desperate to cover the unexplored with each other. Slight sounds and breaths served as your signals to one another: what worked, what didn’t. Miyeon led the kiss, stringing you along with her. Her fingers travelled gracefully across your neck and forearms, stopping on your jaw and in your hair. On instinct, you raised your own hands. Landing on her slim, toned waist, you gave her a gentle squeeze. You gripped firmly and set her on your lap, legs straddling you. Miyeon groaned into the kiss in response, further spurring you on and further embedding the depravity of it all.
Then her tongue came. You felt it prod your bottom lip, a new sensation grazing against you, hoping to be let in. In truth, Miyeon didn’t need to hope. She was on top of this situation and knew what she was doing. Giving you the illusion of control, making you feel like you had a say, like you could do something, it exhilarated her, thrilled her. In turn, it thrilled you too. The ecstasy and pure rush of infidelity accentuated, regrettably, the more selfish parts of your mind. It fed your appetite, disassembling your morals, kicking out ego and superego simultaneously, leaving only your id at the helm.
You found the smooth line of her back with both hands and felt Miyeon’s body for the first time. You ran your digits along her spine, fingertips riding her curves, feeling every bump and shape. You made detours, U-turns, triggering small moans from the woman on top of you. But it wasn’t enough, you had to have more. Your hands, with a mind of their own, ventured hesitantly to the bottom of her sweater, craving to touch and feel skin. Sensing this, Miyeon broke off the kiss as she crossed her arms and helped you pull off the unnecessary purple barrier.
Her flawless hips revealed themselves to you, inch by inch, as the sweater receded. Delicate mounds covered by a black bra slightly bounced with each minuscule movement, wide open to any advances you make. Her graceful neck and collarbone fought for your attention, begging to be touched, or kissed, or worshipped. Here she was, at your disposal, to do with whatever you hungered for, a meal fit for a king. So you dove right into the feast before you, sampling every appetizer, knowing you were the only patron tonight. The only patron ever.
Hands. Arms. Lips. Teeth. Tongue. You touched and felt Miyeon in all the ways possible, triggering spots that made her moan, hum, or wince excitedly. Her lithe fingers pushed against the back of your head, beckoning you to take more of her, to consume more of her. You reached around to unclasp her bra and hurriedly placed your lips back onto her skin. You trailed kisses from her clavicle all the way down to the top part of her chest. You graciously smothered yourself with the round flesh as you took a nipple into your mouth. Miyeon excitedly gasps as you tongued at the hardened bud, her fingers and nails harshly pulling on your scalp. It took quite a few minutes for Miyeon to pull your face away from her breasts and back up to her gaze. You stared back in wonder, finally seeing a different degree of Miyeon’s beauty for the first time, a rare type of beauty desired by many yet only seen by those deemed worthy.
She stared at you, wide-eyed, chest heaving up and down. Her silky brown hair flowed effortlessly down to her shoulders and onto her elegant skin, a strand or two still lying on her cheek. You silently gulped as she sat on top of you. You were frozen, absolutely smitten. You felt it again. That serene silence, the ambience of you and Miyeon, waiting to be broken once more.
“Fuck me.” The vulgar request leapt from her mouth.
Right there and then, you knew that those words would forever be your favorite. Overcome by lust, you hungrily dove back to her lips, harshly kissing her dirty mouth. You tucked the stray hair back behind her ear as your hands returned to her luscious hips. Your fingers crept down the small of her back and stopped at the waistband of her shorts.
“Go ahead, baby,” Miyeon whispered.
You dug your thumb underneath the garment and pulled downwards, cheekily bringing her panties along. Miyeon shifted to help you take them off, smiling into the kiss when she realized what you did. You soon pulled off your own sweatpants, finally freeing your flexed cock, wincing in anticipation. It stood in attention, just directly below Miyeon’s dripping cunt, waiting to pierce forbidden flesh.
With a hand on her ass and one on your cock, you gently lowered Miyeon and her soaking lips. You felt her intense warmth slowly approach the tip of your cock, breaching the velvety walls and roughly sliding into her tightness. With a small inhale, Miyeon dropped herself, her succulent thighs slamming onto your lap. You filled Miyeon, her splayed pussy gripping the hilt. You both gasped in unison, this newfound sensation destroying all your previous thoughts of morals and principles. You were in too deep.
Miyeon inhaled sharply once more, her walls rubbed against your shaft as she twitched in pleasure. She roughly pushed your face against her chest as she hugged your head, her soaking pussy clenching and tightening.
“God, fuck, you’re big. Fuck fuck fuck.” Miyeon moaned, her face almost pointing up to the ceiling, arched back and all. Without waiting to adjust to your size, Miyeon immediately shifted and ground her hips against yours. “Is this what you meant when you said we fit?” she breathed out in a sexy whisper.
“Shut up.” You chuckled into her sweaty skin. Your chest rose and fell as you held onto Miyeon, burying your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling more of that green apple scent. You helped the princess ride you, her ass bouncing each time she slammed herself back down, the explicit sound of slapping skin filling your living room and your head. You tasted the saltiness of her sweat, building up on each corner of her fine neck as she used your rigid cock to chase her own peak. With both hands on her ass, you stared at each other, open-mouthed, gasping, whispering each other’s name. You gave her round cheeks a nice squeeze, bringing out a squeal from Miyeon.
Having had enough, you abruptly placed both hands back on her hips and thrusted upwards, meeting her as she came back down. The sudden force shocked Miyeon, her limbs grabbing and wrapping around you on instinct, allowing you to lift more of her body for your own pleasure. You brought Miyeon up each time, dropping her and slamming your cock upwards in unison. You felt every inch of her steamy walls on your shaft, every spot that made Miyeon scream and mewl, making sure to hit each one as you thrusted. Incoherent noises and whispers ran down your right ear and neck as Miyeon held onto you, perfectly fine with the way you fucked her and used her raw. You released tight-lipped grunts as you sucked on her collarbone, making up for all the times she wore shirts that showed off her gorgeous neck.
“Shit, right there, right there! God, shit, you’re fucking perfect!” Miyeon screamed.
Thinking back now, she wasn’t so bad herself.
You fucked her like that for a while, the numerous yesses and drunk utterings of your name keeping your performance consistent, your thrusts deep, and the act visceral. The repeated movement dulled your senses, hardwiring your brain, reprogramming basic instincts, and boiling it down to just fucking Miyeon.
Fuelled by hunger and driven by lust, you soon felt the familiar wall approaching. Your thrusts became erratic, uneven, the perfect rhythm of your bodies now absent. You felt every inch of Miyeon’s walls grasping your hard cock, squelching and squeezing the hot flesh, signalling you to release. You gritted your teeth as you faced Miyeon once more, her eyes closed, lost. Lost in the heat, pleasure, betrayal, and the utter excitement of it all. Soon her eyes opened, finding yours once more. You saw her eyes flash as she stared, glazed over with lust and something else, something deeper. You’ve never really known what that was. You’ve never had the guts to ask.
“Miyeon I-“ you started, your grip on her back tightening as you fought to stave off your orgasm, waiting for her signal.
Miyeon gasped sharply as she felt you grow harder, loading up and about to burst any minute. “I know, baby, I know.” She sputters. “I-I’m…fuck. Me too. Me too.” The erotic jiggle of her curves as you slammed upwards only gave way to the overwhelming peak both of you were approaching.
“Wher–“
“Inside! Inside! Fucking cum inside me, baby. Please!” Miyeon screamed out, her fingernails stinging, almost piercing your scalp.
Miyeon raised your head once more, bringing you in for one last open-mouthed kiss, tongues meeting and battling once again. You harshly slammed her back down on your throbbing cock all the way to the hilt, the tip reaching up inside her lustful cavern. Your loaded balls finally got their release as your cock twitched.
You came violently. Your load came shooting up and into her steamy body, shot after shot of pure white ecstasy. Ropes and strands of semen, finally finding their escape. Your fingernails dig deep into her hips and her asscheek, burying yourself deeper into Miyeon’s slick pussy.
Miyeon wasn’t one to be beaten either. As you felt your orgasm erupt, her pussy tightens and contracts. You felt her gush and ooze as her fluids came rushing down, meeting your own. You felt her slick on your stiff cock, all the way down to your empty balls. She twitched occasionally, receiving every drop of your love with courtesy. Miyeon cursed and screamed endlessly, biting her lip as she felt you fill her to the brim.
Waves of the orgasm rushed over both of you as you stilled, faces atop each other’s shoulders. Your arms that wrapped around Miyeon’s body never slacked, still taking a hold of the precious woman, never allowing her to fall. Simultaneous inhales and exhales, soft squeezes, and last-minute pecks were all you were able to do. There was a strange sweetness to it all, the aftercare clearly genuine and soothing.
That was the best orgasm you’ve ever had, and Miyeon knew. Little did you know that was hers as well. The deed was done, your fate sealed, your heart heavy, and your faith broken. Your mind flashed back to Minnie’s photo, leaving a sick feeling in your core. You shook your head, attempting to bury the immense guilt in your stomach.
Unaware of this, Miyeon finally let go. Her scattered hair, reddish collarbone, and slightly bruised curves were on full display as she placed both hands on your cheek. She grinned at you with heavy eyelids. You scanned the digital clock on your side-drawer. 3:24.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” She whispered, kissing your cheek. You felt your face flush with heat as you suddenly blushed. She gave a tired giggle as she propped her head on your shoulder, leaning into you, her breathing finally slowing. You stared at her for a while, waiting for her to fall asleep, her dimple still on display. You grasped the princess and finally lay on your couch, draping a spare blanket over both of your sweaty figures. You stared at the top of Miyeon’s head, contemplating whether to give her one last kiss or not. You didn’t. Your heavy lids fell as you lay your head back on the couch, exhaustion finally setting in.
-
You woke up around 5-ish, feeling Miyeon shuffle against your body, squeezing herself into your arms. You stiffened, remembering the ungodly events of your night together. You gulped nervously as you slowly lowered your gaze to the top of Miyeon’s head against your bare chest. You stared at your clothes, scattered and draped all over your furniture; your laptop, still open with the file you worked on last night; your phone lay neatly on the table, overturned and unaware. Your breathing slightly quickened, going through scripts and monologues of possible excuses and false stories that would properly explain what happened between you and Miyeon.
You shook your head. No. Nothing happened. Just a regular night.
The shameful lie left a bitter taste in your mouth, a taste that was quickly becoming too familiar.
Feeling your chest rise and fall quicker than usual, Miyeon buried her head further into your chest, grumbling.
“Mmm, she’s not gonna find out,” Miyeon muttered against your body, eyes still closed, attempting to grab onto her last hope of sleep.
“This was fucking wrong, Miyeon. I have to tell her.” You whispered.
“And risk breaking her heart?”
“What about mine? I feel awful. She trusted me.”
“And she still does.” Miyeon corrected.
Miyeon finally lifted her head, meeting your gaze, her smirk the first thing you saw behind her draping hair.
”You just don’t tell her.” She followed up.
Miyeon yawned for a moment before leaning into your ear. You felt her hands untangle from your neck as they trailed down your torso and onto your already-stiff cock. Her fingers wrapped around the tip, lightly rubbing against the underside.
“Miyeon wha—.”
“Besides...” Miyeon stroked your cock gently. “I don’t think you mind at all, right? Baby?”
“Bu—“
“You could’ve stopped me, you know?” Miyeon taunted quietly, her strokes getting faster and faster. “You could have stopped me, and I would have listened.” Confusion and pleasure rushed to your brain, your heart rate picking up again as your cock throbbed against her hand. Fight and flight responses melted together, frying your brain and rendering you useless.
“But you didn’t.” Miyeon egged you on, her grasp on you twisting and slowing down all of a sudden, the rush of satisfaction snatched away from you. Your hips involuntarily bucked in protest, desperate to feel the illicit friction. You released a pent-up groan as Miyeon stopped entirely. A smile crept up on her face, finally satisfied with your response. You’ve happily lain in the trap she set.
“Oh? I thought this was wrong, Mr. Chastity?” Miyeon quipped, arrogantly keeping you and your orgasm in check and in her hand.
Your dry throat failed to even croak out a response. You felt the adrenaline rush to your veins as you stared at Miyeon, her beady eyes staring right back at you. Her fingertips would graze your tip lightly, making you wince and twitch at the unfair situation. You saw the malevolent creature residing behind Miyeon’s eyes, a force of pure lust and sex, torturing you slowly and methodically.
“Well? I should stop now, right?” Miyeon’s tongue flicked along your lips. The serpentine seductress, under the guise of pursed lips and innocent shrugs, established the standstill you found yourselves in.
Miyeon’s nails travelled up your length, leaving one-by-one, finally departing your steaming rod, your orgasm now drifting further and further away.
Miyeon relented. “Alright then. I’ll stop. You’ve made your—”
Your hand shot down to grab Miyeon’s wrist. Desire surged in your temple, disconnecting once more your principles and morals. This time, you searched for the point of no return, craving that rush you felt when falling from it.
You gulped as you stopped Miyeon, your hunger gradually growing and deepening. You wanted it. You needed it. So your hand tightened around Miyeon’s wrist, her fingers still wrapped around your length.
And you slowly jerked yourself off with Miyeon’s hand.
You pushed and pulled her palm along your cock, rubbing and grazing along the grooves of Miyeon’s hand. You leaned into her collar, slightly moaning as you thrusted in and out of her curled fingers. Thoughts of Minnie were long gone at that point. You shut your eyes as you buried yourself into the right side of Miyeon’s neck, focusing only on the pleasure. The taboo was part of the excitement now, the infidelity a mere thing of the past, and the guilt an aphrodisiac.
Miyeon chuckled. You felt her lips touch your right ear, giving you a small peck as she withdrew your hand from her wrist and placed it on her hips.
“Like this, baby?” the she-devil whispered, her hand twisting and stroking.
You endured the goading with gritted teeth, stuck between wanting release and wanting to feel that pleasure forever. You nodded slightly. Miyeon did her very best to indulge you.
“You’re so big in my hand, baby. So fucking big.” Her low, alluring voice persisted in your ear while she stroked and pumped your shaft.
You moaned out a hot breath, hitting the hair on Miyeon’s neck, causing her to groan in your ear. Her fingers shifted, her grip changing, her speed picking up. Miyeon ran her thumb over the tip, now lathering pre-cum on her hand and down your shaft.
“Yeah, you like this baby? You like how I jerk you off? How I pump you, and stroke you, and please you? Fuck you’re so hard. So fucking big and hard for me. And it’s all mine.”
Your wet cock twitched in Miyeon’s grasp, signalling your impending orgasm, arriving considerably quicker this time. Miyeon noticed, her strokes now building up faster and faster.
“You’re gonna fucking cum for me, baby? Yeah? Are you close, hmm? Oh baby, you’re fucking throbbing. You wanna cum all over my hand that badly? Cum all over my fingers while I jerk you off? God, shit, I’m so fucking wet. Go on, baby, yeah. Cum for me. Cum on my hand, baby. Come on. Give it to me. Give me every. Last. Fucking. Drop.”
You busted quick into Miyeon’s hand that morning. Streams of thick cum landed on her skin, the hot fluid staining and sullying her palm and some part of her thighs. You inhaled deeply, the exhaustion weighing on you more than you expected. You felt light-headed and drained. But ultimately satisfied.
Miyeon deliberately licked her palm in front of you, her eyes peeking and reappearing behind wet fingers. Her features stared evilly, the Devil having made her explicit point. The deal was set in stone now, the act binding both of you, your very soul as collateral. You stared at the dimple on her gorgeous cheek, wondering why it was there again. Or why it never seemed to leave.
Miyeon gave you one last kiss on the cheek before finally exiting your embrace. You laid on your couch, tired, confused, and frustrated. You touched the cheek Miyeon kissed, red and blushing.
-
You never told Minnie. You couldn’t.
The rest of the day went by as painstakingly slow as possible, sowing nervous seeds inside your mind as you anticipated a confrontation with your girlfriend. You expected a shout, or a slap, or a shove from Minnie when you saw her in the company later in the day. But it never came.
The guilt rotted your stomach the moment Minnie’s eye lit up as she ran to you for a hug. The same arms that bruised and groped Miyeon’s curves hugged Minnie as she wrapped herself around you. You kissed the top of Minnie’s head on instinct, your girlfriend replaced with the image of Miyeon’s naked body all bundled up against yours. You felt awful seeing Minnie’s smile, seeing just how deep the love she felt for you was. From then on, you vowed never to break her heart again. The thing with Miyeon was done, it meant nothing, and it will never be anything.
You didn’t stop Miyeon. You couldn’t.
Miyeon would grab any opportunity she could find just to meet you. A day off, a lunch break, a behind-the-scenes shooting, when the mood struck Miyeon, you’d know. The two of you would commit the ungodly act behind locked doors, closed spaces, and sometimes even secluded tunnels (a story for another time). Once you felt that familiar buzz from your phone, the blood would rush to your length, flexing in anticipation. It was like you were conditioned, a skewed, perverted Pavlovian experiment exploiting your baser instincts.
Before you knew it, your feet were moving. You strode down long hallways, maneuvering and navigating any obstacles that stood in your way. Your speed shocked you at times, leaving you wondering just how intense your need was. You’d catch yourself looking for Miyeon even before she sent a text, finding her on her phone and being greeted with a sly smile. Your sexcapades were fiery, explosive, and mind-numbingly great that each promise you’ve told yourself never to come back was broken every single time. Miyeon knew how to get to you and pressure you just enough to make your resolve crumble. Then in just a flash, the clothes were off, your tongue on her blushed and sweaty cheeks, and your length deep inside her warmth.
“One…last…time.” Miyeon would usually gasp out as you fucked her. “Just one last time, baby.” She would coo between rough breaths.
Did you believe her? For a bit. But then you got used to it by your 5th “last time” with her. In a twisted way, each tryst with Miyeon makes you fuck her like it’s really the last time, inadvertently making her appetite unwavering, roaring, and never dormant. You would pound her needy cunt, giving your all (maybe even spraining a hip or two) in the hopes it would somehow reset a circuit in her brain and unlatch off you. Next thing you know, you’re on your 12th last time, gripping Miyeon’s sexy fucking ass as you plough her against the padded recording room.
-
“Did you turn off the camera?” Miyeon whispered in your ear as she held onto your broad shoulders.
Fuck. You remembered it was one of I-DLE’s behind-the-scenes vlogs for their promotion week. You froze as you carried her weight, slowly turning your head to the small Sony camera in the corner, its red recording dot blipping on and off.
Oh, motherfucker.
You quickly untangled your limbs from Miyeon’s and prepared to pull out when her graceful legs clung tighter around your waist. She ground against you, locking your meat inside her, as she held onto the sides of your face.
“No. Cum inside me on camera.”
“You can’t be serious,” you sputtered in disbelief.
“It’s not that hard to delete footage.”
“Yeah, it’s not that hard to turn a fucking camera off either,” you snapped back.
“So pull out then.”
There it was again– another dare. This was the game. The game where, unfortunately, Miyeon was pro. It was clearly your turn.
And yet, nothing. Silence.
Miyeon took the chance to slowly pepper kisses on the side of your face, trailing all the way down your jaw and to your neck. Her fingers ran through your hair as her nails grazed your scalp, a wave of tingles, each running down your spine. You released an involuntary groan.
Her lips closed in on your ear, giving the helix a long, slow, and taunting lick. Miyeon breathed out a moan in your ear and whispered. “C’mon then, baby. Pull out,” she coaxed feignedly.
Well? Pull out!, you thought. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. The world remained still, your girth still residing in her.
Fuck it. You gripped her body tighter as you slammed her back against the foam-padded walls of the recording studio. Your lips latched onto her collarbone as your teeth bit and purpled the skin. You rammed yourself back up into her warmth, your digits greedily coveting the curves of her ass and thighs.
The woman yelped in delight as she felt your renewed vigor, her grip on your hair tightening. Her other hand wrapped around you, welcoming you back into her pleasure, as her nails dug in and scratched your back. You gritted your teeth as you fucked her through the stings, gasps, and whimpers.
Always having the last word, Miyeon laughed out breathlessly, dimple on display, as you finished inside.
“That’s what I thought.”
-
The work day ended a few hours after that illicit meeting. You stood alone in the cold Seoul night, the mist of your breath twisting and curling weightlessly.
“Finally! Let’s go.” Minnie exhaled as she skipped down the company building’s welcoming steps, her fuchsia puffer crinkling as she interlocked her arms with yours. Enveloped by a wool scarf, Minnie grinned at you. “C’mon!”
Both of you started your stroll down the tiled sidewalk, on the hunt for a quick bite before heading home.
“You in the mood for soup?” you hummed.
“Hmm…” Minnie put a quick finger to her cheek as she thought for a moment.
“That’s cute,” you chuckled.
“What’s cute?”
“That,” you emphasized. “The whole face you’re doing.”
“Hey! This is my thinking face!” Minne put on a quick pout but relented. “Soup’s good for me, baby.” Minnie smiled, igniting a few embers in your heart, the heat rising to your ears as you blushed.
With soup on the agenda, you and Minnie sauntered down a busy street, looking through several shops and kitchens, hoping to find refuge from the winter bite.
Your phone vibrates.
Typical of Cube, texting on the off-hours. You pulled your phone out, awaiting the familiar news of a scheduling conflict in your texts. Your right hand remained interlocked with Minnie’s.
Miyeon.
Your smile immediately vanished, cheeks now lowered with a frown. You tapped the message open as you gulped down trepidation.
It was a video from the camera. That video.
No. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t dare, you thought.
And yet she did. That’s all she did. Dare. Vex. Rile.
Ignite.
You scrambled to dim the phone’s brightness with your left hand, panic setting in your nerves as, unbeknownst to her, your girlfriend looks for a suitable restaurant.
It was surreal, feeling your heart rattle and beat so loudly you felt it in your temple despite it sinking to your stomach. Your hand trembled, your thumb shaking as it hovered above the Play icon in the middle of the thumbnail, conveniently covering where you and Miyeon’s bodies connected intimately.
A second message pops up.
“You’re amazing, baby.”
You exhaled weakly, your phone now a ticking time bomb, ready to destroy everything good you had going on in your life.
You lost the spring in your step, Minnie’s voice now serving as background noise to your dread. A couple of mhmms and yeses were all you uttered, cognition clearly failing.
“Baby?”
You whiplash back into reality, to the task at hand — Minnie.
“No, yeah, that sounds great!” Your phone clicked as you turned it off. What was Minnie talking about?
“It’s fine.” Minnie smiles and chuckles dryly, waving it off weakly.
“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t pretend,” you admitted. “It’s just— there’s another scheduling conflict, I’m going to have to find another slot, and it’s just derailed this month’s activities,” you lied.
“I said it’s fine, baby,” Minnie started. “I know how stressful it is.”
Minnie nodded and looked up as pale light drenched her features, exquisitely sculpting her face. You hurriedly put an arm around Minnie, rubbing her shoulder, desperate to get back on her good side.
Minnie stared up into the sky.
“The moon’s extra bright tonight, huh?”
Dinner tasted more guilt than soup that night.
-
So, now you’re reminiscing on a Saturday. You never fully talked to Miyeon for a good 2 weeks after that video incident. The whole week was simply clock in, do your work, have it checked, then clock out. Hell, the only conversation you had with Miyeon was working out a hair and make-up slot, never about anything else. Never about dramas, food, or even the weather.
Never about you two.
And so you guys never met up.
Well, she had hit up your phone every once in a while, whenever the mood seemed to strike her. But every time her name popped up on that phone screen, you’d seize up, frozen and palpitating. Then you would start hyperventilating.
And then eventually, you would get mad.
Mad at Miyeon? Oh yeah, definitely. It’s that type of flashbulb mad — just instantaneous irritation with her. You’d think about her the whole time — her face, the meetings, that dimple — and you’d just fume. And so you worked, and worked, sublimating those intense feelings you harbored (ironically, you received a pat on the back from a higher-up for being so efficient, too).
It was the same for Minnie. With a comeback in mind, Soyeon needed to write a couple of songs to build up their concept. Minnie volunteered and has been taking the time to write her song. You’d check in on her once in a while, but knowing Minnie, she’d already hyper-focused and was immune to any form of distraction.
Looking back, you probably needed that routine of simply working. That cycle of mundane reset a circuit in you, as the once dysregulated nervous system now settles down, with signals and impulses not firing on all cylinders. You liked having everything under control — just smooth, smooth sailing. The next thing you know, it’s finally 5. Laptop in your bag, computer turned off, you locked up your office and took the elevator down.
You shot Minnie a quick text before taking a cab home.
“I’m heading home, baby. How’s the song?” you asked.
“The song’s coming along great so far, just a few tweaks for Soyeon, and then it’ll be done. Will work a bit late, so be safe, okay?”
“I will. Text me when you get home.”
You click your phone shut, grab a taxi, and head home.
Jingling your keys, you round the corner of the apartment complex, bounding towards your door.
Clad in a sleek black satin nightdress, the Devil leaned on the wall just beside your door. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her cheeks and curving off her shoulders, framing her face but covering her neckline greedily. Her smooth thighs and toned legs extended out from the dastardly short hemline, scarlet red stilettos making her a tad bit taller. Hearing you fumble for your keys, her eyes met yours as soon as you turned the corner, her predatory gaze glinting for a split second.
“Hey,” she coos with a slight tilt to her head, dimple already showing.
Your heart races as your jaw tightens.
“You shouldn’t be here,” you manage to croak out.
Her stilettos tap the hallway as she approaches you. You observe her subtle sashay, both of her legs eager to catch your attention. She stops just a few inches in front of you, her sharp features now coming into full view.
“I just wanted to see you,” she puts on a faux pout.
“You crossed a line.”
“Oh boo-hoo, I’ve sent you things before,” she taunts.
“I was with her, Miyeon.”
The intensity of leer eases, eyebrows slowly backing off. “I…I didn’t know.”
“Oh fuck that.” You push past her and unlock the door, physically putting that conversation away and refusing to indulge her any further.
It seems you weren’t too quick, as Miyeon adeptly puts a palm on the door, effectively letting herself in, eager to keep up the tirade.
“I swear, I didn’t know,” she pipes up. “I would never do that to her, you know that.”
“And yet you did!” you rebut. You never raised your voice at Miyeon, not even if you got mad. But not this time. You were furious. You were heated, and it’s all been bubbling up till now. Heat rose from your core as it seeped through your face.
“You did! You sent that video, the same stupid video I told you to get rid of!” You raise a finger, gaining momentum to say more, but quickly shake your head. “I should have deleted it then,” you mutter.
The woman breathes slowly, her eyes slightly watery. “I didn’t know…” Miyeon whimpers.
“You know what? That is your problem, Miyeon– you never know! You don’t stop to think and know, you just do!” you argue.
“Which is why we’re here in the first place,” you add under your breath.
She stares at you in shock, speechless, obviously hurt. Even in the middle of your quaint interior design and weak apartment lighting, she looked eerily breathtaking. Your heart aches.
Miyeon opens her mouth to speak, but hesitates. She thinks for a moment before replying, eyebrows stern now.
“You don’t get to put this all on me,” Miyeon says.
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t get to put this all on me. You’re in this just as much as I am.” Miyeon says matter-of-factly.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Oh, this is so you. So what, you’ve just been fucking me all this time because I told you to?” Miyeon crossed her arms.
You’re taken aback, unable to reply.
“Oh, baby. I’ve always given you an out.” Miyeon closes the distance and leans in to whisper. “You’ve just never taken them.”
Miyeon quickly backs off and shrugs. “I’m not saying I’m an angel, but I’m not all devil, baby.” Her eyes flash briefly as she says that.
“Oh that is such bullshit, Miyeon, you know that.”
“Is it? You’ve come onto me just as much as I’ve come onto you— metaphorically and literally,” she barks.
“It’s just…It’s you! Who can say no when you’re grinding yourself on me and whispering into my ear?”
“Please have some level of accountability.” Her words drip with condescening weight. “It’s not my fault a different head does the thinking for you.”
“You can’t be serious…”
Miyeon shrugs and turns around, deciding to take a stroll around your apartment, taking in the various pictures and decorations. You stay planted in where you stood.
After a quick circle around the room, Miyeon saunters back over to you. “So,” she clicks her tongue. “Here’s what I think. I’m obviously hurt by what you said, so I’m gonna need an apology,” Miyeon quipped. “And make it good.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s kinda the idea, baby.” Miyeon quips as she stares up at you with a cocky smirk.
Seeing your unshifting gaze, she rolls her eyes and lets out a defeated sigh.
“We’ve already had this argument a hundred times. You have won none of those. So save me the white knight act and fuck me,” She gives your cheek a few light slaps, finally getting her adorable pet to obey. “Hm, baby?”
Your face is inches from hers as you continue to stare at her.
You exhale, steeling yourself, as you crouch down to pick her up.
Miyeon yelps as she laces her arms around your neck, grabbing onto your shoulders. You grip her legs tightly as you carry her to your room.
With a bit of fiddling, you open the door hurriedly. You throw the woman on the bed, her hair splayed widely but still, somehow, some way, picture perfect. She looks up at you and giggles lightly. You quickly unbuckle and throw your pants off as you kneel close to Miyeon. With rough hands, you harshly spread her legs to rip her underwear off. Your brusque movements catch Miyeon off guard as she squeals.
“Hey! C’mon, slow down.” She chuckles as she grasps your arm, attempting to stop you.
You pin her arms back down on the bed, shaking off her suggestion. Miyeon’s forehead scrunches as you manhandle her. You finally roll her panties off and throw them to the side. You come in closer, preparing to enter her.
“Hey!” Miyeon protests. “I said slow down.” Her eyes pleaded, the tinge of seduction now gone.
“You wanted it good, right? Well, this is it. This is good,” you bark back, chest heaving up and down now, heart beating faster. You lean in and start kissing her neck, leaving a few bites here and there.
Miyeon squirms a bit, uncomfortable. “I’m serious, stop.”
You sit back up. “What now?” you snap. You stare down at her for a few silent seconds. Your grip on Miyeon’s arms slackens.
She takes this moment to lower her arms back down. She sits up from under you and places a hand on your cheek. Warm. Sweet.
“Hey,” she softens, voice soothing now. Miyeon somberly tilts her head, finding your gaze.
You crumble. You lean your head into her hand, and you close your eyes.
Miyeon sees this and slowly pulls your head in, arms wrapping around you in a serene hug. You sniff. Green apple.
With a hand supporting the back of your head, and the other rubbing up and down your back, Miyeon croons. “Shh, it’s okay.”
Both of you hold each other, not speaking or moving, just breathing.
You traded your apartment walls for Miyeon’s arms, finding comfort in her seclusion as you vanish within her. There it is again– both of you drifting off into space, stars zooming past as you embrace for what seems like a million light-years. Both of you floated, lingering and enveloping one another. Your heart pounded.
Miyeon was the first to pull back– not out of dislike, but to look at you finally. She cups your chin and raises your head. Her eyes sparkle as she gets you to look at her back.
There it was. Again. You picked up on the familiar depth to her gaze, those layers upon layers of unknown. What was that?
You nod and slowly place her hands down, your pulse just hammering away at your wrist. You scoot away from Miyeon and stare at her squarely. You needed to tell her.
And so you did.
“I used to have feelings for you, y’know.”
Your apartment walls come snapping back into place. You burn through the atmosphere and come crashing down, back onto your bed. You gulped down a piece of your nervousness and continued.
“Gosh, I liked you a lot, Miyeon,” you stammered. “I loved going to work because of you.”
Miyeon’s eyes widen, her gaze wanting to catch all of you in the moment. She stilled even more.
You push further. “You were just this bright person, Miyeon. You had this sort of warm light inside you that I couldn’t get enough of. Every room you went to, that light would just overflow, and I would drink it all up. Heck, I would listen to you talk on and on if it meant I saw that light every day.”
You choke up. “And I kinda did, y’know? We spent so much time together as friends, I guess I was fine burying whatever I felt for you. And I got used to that too– seeing you as a friend. But then…” You trail off.
“Look, I didn’t mean to pin it all on you and just dodge the accountability. I could have stopped this anytime, too. I’m sorry,” you continue. “Anyway, I have to tell Minnie, too.” You recollect for a bit and chuckle sadly to yourself.
“Why are you telling me this?” Miyeon mumbles, a slight quiver in her voice.
You start sniffling as you pinch your nose. You chuckle a bit. “It’s so stupid. I’m okay with being friends. But this…” You gesture to both of you. “I can’t anymore.”
The woman before you remains silent, nodding in understanding. She fixes the strap of her nightdress, the one lowered by your prior advances, as she stares back at you.
You continue. “Every time I look at you, I just seize up. Every time our eyes meet, I just melt,” you sigh as you slowly stand up to fix your clothes and some of the scattered pillows.
“Despite everything, Miyeon..” you start. “The secret meetings, the dumb conversations– the wrongness of it all. Even if I vow to stay away and never talk to you ever again– even then– I’m positive I’ll always be yours.”
“What...?” Miyeon tries to speak up, only releasing a small whisper.
You begin to ramble. “It’s you, Miyeon. It’s you. I wanted the whole thing with you– the real thing. I fucking wanted it desperately. Oh God, but when I saw you beam just being friends, I couldn’t do that to you. Fuck, I know, I know. It’s an easy cop-out, this whole ‘white knight’ routine, but seeing you happy made me happy,” you whine. “So we can’t do this anymore, this…this shit. I wanted this to be real so bad– the things we did, the kissing, the staring, the hugging. Because, in a way, it felt like that: real. But it’s not. I don’t wanna lie and just fuck– I can’t do that to you. I can’t settle for just a part of you; I need all of you. That sounds so fucked up to say, and I know it’s too late, and everything’s just fucked now, and there’s still Minnie, but I am absolutely in lo—”
Miyeon lunges forward to capture your lips in a kiss. You melt into her.
Both of you broke apart as Miyeon leaned back to look at you. She whispered, smiling at you softly with both hands on your face.
“Me too, me too.”
The subtle light of your lamp to the side bounces off Miyeon’s gaze, two pools of twinkling space just locked on yours. Her touch is care, your face cradled between appreciative thumbs, stroking your cheek. There was a newfound tenderness in her grasp– arms and fingers that caressed, yet also safeguarded.
That’s when it clicked. The thing that lingered– you see it now, ever clear. It was always there; in the first few seconds your eyes met when the work day started, whenever you caught her observing you while you worked– hell, the first time you fucked it was there. It was always there.
It was always there in your eyes, too.
“You’re dazzling,” the woman whispers. “You’ve always been dazzling to me.”
“So all this time…?”
“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, you fucking idiot,” Miyeon sighs defeatedly while biting the corner of her lip, staring at you, analyzing. “I waited for so long, too. I should have just told you then what I felt, instead of letting it get to, well, this. I’m sorry I got carried away…I didn’t mean to pressure you, or manipulate you, or anything! It’s just— I just took what I could get…” she lamented softly with a shake of her head.
Both of you hang onto each other, suspended in liminality, unsure of what to do next but not wanting to move either. Miyeon broke the silence first.
“I’m not letting you go…” she admits.
“I know,” you nod in response. “But, we have to tell Minnie.”
Miyeon solemnly nods in agreement, committing to confess alongside you. She sat there in front of you, drawing circles on the palm of your hand, touching you tenderly. “I’m not a bad person…” she wanes.
Miyeon laughs— the same weak and futile laugh, buffering but betraying a deep sadness and the arrival of tears. The same heart that beat for you, ached at the wrong she’s done to Minnie, her bandmate, her sister.
You pull up her palms and place them on your shoulders, scooting her waist a bit closer as you hold her tight. “I know…I know you aren’t,” you say with a kiss on top of her head — the same kiss you hesitated on before, finally finding its home.
Eons pass by as you soothe her, fingers riding up and down her lithe back, dipping between curves and running through her waves of hair. It feels unreal how a change in context, a shift in tides, a confession of love makes even physical contact with Miyeon so intimate. You cradled royalty, you saw golden hour, you kissed lightning, and you breathed her eternity. This feeling lingered beneath both your skins, a new kind of intimacy, but one you’ve felt like you’ve known forever.
Miyeon, now a little bit calmer, looks up at you to give you a quick peck. You kiss back. She does too. The atmosphere soon shifts as her fingers tighten in your hair. Her teeth graze your lower lip as she leans back.
Her dimple reappears. Of course it does, you thought.
The she-devil makes a grand entrance of heat and green apple. Miyeon’s eyes sparkle with a growing hunger, a smirk slowly forming.
“Don’t you owe me an apology?” she asks innocently, pout and dimple plastered on her devilish features.
You click your tongue sternly. “We have to tell Minnie. Now.”
“And we will. Just…maybe, possibly, after a couple of minutes?” she looks up, coyly.
You stare down at her in your arms, thinking.
“Let me have you, finally have you. Without all the extra bullshit,” she pleads.
Miyeon thinks for a bit. “But you can tell me no, too. I won’t…I-I’m not, I’m not like that. I won’t be like that anymore.”
You lean in to kiss her. “Okay, baby,” you say, giving her a reassuring smile. You kiss her one last time, taking a tad bit longer, electricity running through the contact.
As your lips dance, Miyeon runs a nail up from your throat to your jawline, eliciting a groan from you. She leaves you open-mouthed, her tongue prodding yours lightly— teasing you before diving back in.
You run both your hands down her smooth nightie and stop at the small of her back, lingering, asking permission.
Miyeon smiles through a kiss. “Go ahead, baby.”
You venture downwards and lift the hem of her nightdress up, exposing the plump curves of her asscheeks. You squeeze both, gripping them as you bring her crotch closer to yours. Miyeon sat on top of you, moaning as your fingers clenched and groped. Sensing what you wanted, the woman rolled her hips for you, grinding her already wet slit against your bulge. Both of you moan in unison, breath colliding as you melded closer and closer, grinding and humping each other, two gluttons for more physical intimacy. Your hips buck up a bit, driving your bulge roughly against Miyeon’s soaking pussy, making her mewl and cry out.
“I missed you,” Miyeon says with an inhale of your musk. She grabs the hair on the back of your head, tilting you upwards as she grinds on you deeper. She takes this moment to lick from your Adam's apple all the way up to your chin, her hot breath coating your neck. Her other hand leaves your cheek and travels sneakily between your bodies, finding your straining bulge. Her slender fingers wrap around your tent, stroking and rubbing you through the material. Her thumb finds your frenulum, lightly running circles just underneath your tip. Tingles shoot down from your neck as you groan involuntarily.
“Stand up, baby,” Miyeon says with a lick to your earlobe. “I need to taste you.”
You tongue Miyeon’s gasping mouth one last time before finally unwrapping yourself from her limbs. You stand at the foot of the bed with your erection poking through your shorts and pointing at the she-devil now laying on her stomach, looking up at you with eyes that seek only one thing: to consume. The once brief flashes of flame that flickered in her soul were now raging infernoes that were set loose instead of reigned in by calculated control. Your shaft strained against the confines, flexing in anticipation of Miyeon’s mouth and tongue, seemingly magnetized by the impending paradise and the promise of release.
You pull your shorts down immediately, finally exposing your stiffened cock, shaft pulsing with strength. Miyeon looks up at you with open-mouthed breaths and wraps her fingers around the base. Your knees buckle slightly and you groan as she finally holds you, stroking slowly, gauging your reactions, moaning as she feels how aroused you currently are for her. Her warm exhales only make your cock flex and wince even more, your shaft straining as it pleads to be licked and wrapped in her soft, slick, and warm mouth. Miyeon, having had enough of stroking, tilts your dick upwards and catches your gaze, daring you to watch what she does next.
You watch her head slowly lean in at the base of your cock and she licks all the way to the tip.
You almost orgasm as her slick spit offers a different sort of sensation that makes something inside you bolder, hungrier, greedier. Your hands immediately hold onto her hair as she looks up at you, gaze alternating between a faux “Am I doing this right?” and a deep sentience that screamed “Look at what you’re making me do”. Your fingers curl and lock around Miyeon’s hair as the pleasure picks up, her head now bobbing and moving up and down your length, eager to show you just how much absence has made her heart grow fonder. You reciprocate by closing your eyes, cutting off the visual information to enhance the senses that fired as Miyeon deepthroated you, and driving your cock deeper into her mouth, riding along her flicking tongue. With a groan, Miyeon pops your meat out from her lips, a thin stripe of spit extending between, and then takes your balls into her mouth. Her soft hand jerks your cock as she pays each of your testicles her dues.
“God, fuck, Miyeon…”
“Yeah? Does that feel good, baby? You like it when I stroke your huge fucking cock like this, baby, hm?” she coos in between strokes now, her pace quickening as she twists her hand whenever she approaches the base.
“Yes, fuck, yes, please, oh fuck,” you manage to groan out, overcome with waves and waves of pleasure as your cock is stroked and swallowed in turns. “Keep going, baby, please.”
“Oh my poor baby, missing my touch like this,” Miyeon whispered as her eyes kept staring at you, overwhelmed and overstimulated. She opens up again and wraps her lips around the head, tongue circling just underneath the tip. Miyeon gags as she takes you in, cheeks puffing as she breathed through the deepthroat.
Miyeon expertly works your whole length through her mouth, licking and enveloping your shaft in tight velvet, all while looking up at you indulging yourself. You fuck her mouth a few more times before feeing that slight tremble of orgasm. Your tip grazes the back of her throat again, prompting her to gag and groan out. Your mind dulls and your hips piston in and out, driving your erection into more uncharted territory, greedily chasing a release Miyeon felt in the pulse of your vein.
You pull out for a bit. “I’m gonna—“
“On my fucking face!” she gasps out.
You obey as you thrust back in a few times, chasing the last few seconds before pulling out. Miyeon’s hand is on you in an instant, stroking your spit-lathered cock, aiming it at her face.
“Come on baby, let it out for me. Oh baby, please let it out. Cum for me, cum all over my face, baby. Oh, you’re so fucking big in my hand, baby. Fuck, I feel it coming. Cum for me, baby, please?” The she-devil riled you with glazed eyes, an open mouth, and a pink tongue flattened, ready to be blessed.
You feel a tightening in your balls as Miyeon stroked your cock for you, jerking you off with both hands now. Your breath hitches for a moment, your orgasm coming harder than you expected. You groan out in overwhelming pleasure as Miyeon rests the tip of your dick on her tongue. White spurts stain her pink tongue, shooting out over the surface and some into her mouth. Your cock fires off more, landing on her cheek and her forehead. Miyeon gasps out in surprise, a stray load splattering on her jaw and up across her left eyelid. She settles for a bit, breathing hard, eyes still looking up at you.
Then her hand strokes again.
“Give me one more, baby, please…”
She picks up speed this time, jerking your semi-erect cock. You’re spent, but something about this alluring woman seems to stir something deep inside you, something primal that bypasses your refractory period. You feel that same pressure rising from your balls as your thighs clench. Miyeon gives a few enthusiastic licks to your tip, her voice lowering as she works for your building release.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me one more time, baby, hm? Okay, baby? Can you do that for me? You’re gonna cum for me one more time, okay? Fuck, I can feel you pulsing in my hand. Ooh, baby, just one more. Just one more for me, baby, please.”
You let out a deep, guttural moan as the rushing feeling travels out of your wincing cock, one last big load jetting out and painting Miyeon’s cum-coated lips and tongue. Miyeon moans out as you grip her hair to pull her closer to your cock. Your orgasm weakens as you grip your shaft, rubbing the wet tip all over her cheeks and jaw, her eyes closed as she lets you use her to ride out the final throes of your pleasure. Your cock finally rests as Miyeon’s tongue catches its final white drops. She gives a few licks, cleaning your tip as your breathing finally settles down.
She looks up at you, with this oddly-sticky-but-ethereal glow and blush that just seems to pull on your heart strings. Was it weird? A bit, seeing as her cheeks bore all the markings of your love. But it was her— and by God did you love her. So you told her.
“I love you.”
“Oh, thanks, I bet you do, Mr. Chastity-Cums-Alot.” She rolls her eyes with a dimpled grin and a snort.
“Oookay, man. I was being genuine.”
Miyeon’ shotgun laughs at your dry response. You grab a nearby towel (exactly for moments like this), drying off the excess load she didn’t willingly lick or reach for.
She rubs off her cheek and fixes the locks of her hair, staring back up at you with twinkling eyes, her dimple showing itself alongside her devilish grin.
“I love you too.” Miyeon reciprocates warmly.
I always have, her dimple says. All this time.
Her words pass on through your already-melted resolve and fills this Miyeon-shaped gap in the walls you’ve built. Unbeknownst to you, you’ve already done the same for her.
You guys just fit.
“Your cock is still out.” Miyeon, sensing a lull in the moment, flicks the underside of your meat with a sneaky chuckle.
“Ow! What the hell!”
-
“You sing the chorus with her?” you asked.
“I do,” Miyeon bites a nail, nervous and all quiet. You click your tongue as you lower her finger from her mouth.
“And she’s written all the lyrics to it?” you pressed.
“Well, Soyeon’s helped a bit, but it’s really all her.”
“Is it about…?”
“You haven’t listened to it?”
“No.”
It was Miyeon’s turn to click her tongue. She pulls up her phone and gives you an earbud.
You scroll through their newly-finished “I burn” EP and click play on MOON.
Find. Watch. Change
Tzuyu x Minnie x Shuhua x Soyeon x Miyeon x Yuqi x male reader
word count: 15K
commissioned fic
The last of the big stuff is finally off the truck, thank fuck. Your back aches, a dull throb that’s settled deep in your lumbar, and your t-shirt is sticking to you with a film of sweat that’s more city grime than honest exertion. Still, looking around the main room of the new apartment, gives you a jolt of something warm and buzzing, a feeling that almost makes the five-story walk-up worth it. Boxes are stacked everywhere, a cardboard mountain range promising weeks of discovery and the inevitable question of “why the hell did we keep this?” But it’s your mountain range. Yours and Tzuyu’s. You’ve been together three years now. Feels like a lifetime and no time at all. This move, though, this is the big one. Trading two cramped studios for this slightly-less-cramped three-bedrooms feels like planting a flag. The beginning of something new and very promising.
You drop a heavy box labeled kitchen - essentials onto the already burdened countertop.
“Right,” you pant, wiping a forearm across your forehead. “Fridge is looking seriously fucking depressing. Like, post-apocalyptic barren. I’m gonna make a quick run to that market we passed on the corner, grab some actual food so we don’t starve on our first night.”
Tzuyu wanders in from what will eventually be the bedroom, a smudge of dust on her cheek and her dark hair pulled back loosely, wisps escaping to frame that face you still can’t quite believe is yours to wake up to. She’s in a pair of those ridiculously short denim shorts that show off the insane length of her legs; legs that are leanly muscled, sculpted perfection from years of unconscious grace rather than any dedicated gym routine, and a loose, faded band t-shirt you vaguely recognize as one of yours that she’s long since claimed.
Her feet are bare, toes wiggling on the unfamiliar wooden floor. Even covered in a fine layer of moving-day dust, she’s fucking radiant. That tall, elegant frame, the gentle curve of her hips under the denim, the subtle swell of her small, firm breasts beneath the soft cotton. She’s all effortless beauty, that rare kind that doesn’t even seem aware of its own power, her slim waist tapering elegantly, her shoulders delicate. Her eyes, those famously large, expressive pools of dark chocolate, find yours and she offers a small, tired smile.
“You sure? I can come with, if you want.”
“Nah, you look like you’re about to conquer Box Mountain single-handedly. Stay, get a head start if you’ve got the energy. I’ll be quick. Promise.” You step towards her, cupping her cheek, thumbing away the smudge of dust. Her skin is so soft. Always.
She leans into your touch, a little sigh escaping her. “Okay. Don’t be too long. And get ice cream. The good kind.”
“Wouldn’t dream of anything less.” You lean down and kiss her, a proper one, lingering just enough to feel the soft press of her lips. “Love you,” you murmur against her mouth.
“Love you too,” she whispers back, a genuine warmth in her eyes that makes all the sweat and strained muscles totally worth it. “Be safe.”
With one last squeeze of her hand, you grab your keys and wallet, heading out into the cacophony of the city, leaving her to the quiet hum of impending domesticity.
Tzuyu watches you go, a fond smile lingering on her lips until the heavy thud of the apartment door closing echoes through the sparsely furnished space. Then, with a little sigh that’s more contentment than weariness, she turns back to the cardboard kingdom. A low hum starts in her throat, a vaguely familiar pop song, as she surveys the remaining towers. There’s a lightness in her chest, a bubbly, almost giddy feeling that’s been her constant companion for weeks, ever since you both signed the lease. This apartment, this step, it feels… solid. Real. The future unfolding, bright and full of promise, right here amongst the half-unpacked boxes and the smell of fresh paint.
She’s so ridiculously lucky, she knows it. You, her first real boyfriend, her first everything when it came to the messy, awkward, surprisingly wonderful world of sex, now the man she’s building this life with. It’s the kind of story she used to roll her eyes at in movies, too perfect to be true, yet here she is, living it.
Her hands get busy, slitting tape with a stray utility knife you’d left on a windowsill, pulling out bubble-wrapped treasures and miscellaneous junk. She flattens boxes with a satisfying crunch, the pile of cardboard casualties growing steadily in one corner. Most of the big stuff is out, the furniture roughly in place, but it’s the little things, the bits and pieces that truly make a space a home, that are left. Your shared collection of mismatched mugs, her ever-expanding assortment of skincare products, the truly appalling number of charging cables you both seem to possess. It’s in a box labeled with your scrawled handwriting – JUNK - OFFICE? – that she finds it.
This box is a chaotic miscellany: old notebooks, a few forgotten tech gadgets from bygone eras, chargers for phones you haven’t owned in years. She’s sorting through it, a ruthless glint in her eye as she designates items for the ‘keep’ pile versus the rapidly growing ‘what the fuck is this even for and why did we move it?’ trash bag. Her fingers brush against something small, smooth, and plastic. A flash drive.
She plucks it out from a nest of greyish cables. It’s a simple black rectangle, no branding, a little scuffed around the edges but otherwise looking perfectly functional. She frowns, turning it over in her fingers. She doesn’t remember this one. You’ve got a couple you use for work, but this one isn’t familiar. And she’s actually been meaning to get a new flash drive, something to back up her photos, maybe some important documents now that she’s officially co-habitating and adulting hard. If you just tossed it into this box of forgotten relics, you probably don’t even remember you have it, right? It’s practically abandoned. No harm in seeing if it still works, and if it’s empty… well, finders keepers.
Her laptop is perched on a stack of coffee table books, a temporary command center amidst the chaos. With a little hum of anticipation, she plugs the flash drive into a USB port. The laptop chimes a moment later, a small notification popping up in the corner of the screen: ‘USB Drive (F:) Detected.’ Cool. It still works. She clicks to open the drive, expecting it to be empty, or maybe containing a few old work files you’ve forgotten about. Instead, a window pops up, populated with a surprisingly large number of files and one solitary folder. The folder is just titled ‘VIDEOS.’ Her brow furrows. That’s… a lot of files for a forgotten drive.
A sudden, inexplicable prickle of unease runs down her spine. She glances over her shoulder, a ridiculous gesture given that she’s completely alone, the only sound the distant wail of a siren and the ticking of the old clock she’d just unpacked. You’ll be gone for a bit longer, surely. The market isn’t that close, and you’ll probably get distracted by the bakery section. She’s always been curious, a trait that has gotten her into minor trouble a few times, but mostly just led to interesting discoveries. It’s probably nothing. Old movies you downloaded ages ago? Game captures? Still, the sheer number of files is odd. Hesitantly, her finger hovers over the trackpad, then clicks.
The folder opens, and her breath catches in her throat. Thumbnails. Dozens and dozens of video thumbnails fill the screen, stark and explicit. Her eyes widen, cheeks flushing a sudden, hot crimson. It’s porn. A lot of porn. Orgies, from the looks of several of them, bodies tangled in impossible configurations. Jesus. Okay. Don't panic. People watch porn, she knows that. It’s a thing. You’ve even watched some together, a little awkwardly, mostly ending in giggles and a quick switch to something more… physical. But downloading it? Keeping it? This much? It feels a bit… much. A bit desperate, almost. A wave of something uncomfortable and a tiny, unwelcome flicker of judgment, washes over her. This isn’t like you, the you she knows.
She forces herself to take a steadying breath, about to close the window, to just pretend she never saw this, when her gaze snags on one particular thumbnail near the top. It’s clearer than some of the others, the lighting less murky. A man, his back mostly to the camera, but his profile… Her heart stutters. The line of his jaw, the set of his shoulders… It’s… familiar. Too familiar. Her blood runs cold. No. It can’t be. Her eyes dart to another thumbnail, then another. Her stomach plummets, a sickening, icy freefall. There, in sharper focus, unmistakable. Your face. Your fucking face. Clear as day, looking directly into the camera in one shot, a predatory grin stretching your lips. You’re surrounded by women. Five of them. Naked. All over you. Her mind struggles to process the visual information, the sheer impossibility of it. This isn’t just some random porn you downloaded.
This is you. In the videos. Fucking.
The laptop lid snaps shut with a click that sounds like a gunshot in the sudden, oppressive silence of the apartment. Tzuyu stumbles back, away from the desk, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Her hand flies to her mouth, stifling a sound that’s half gasp, half sob. It’s not just porn. It’s you. With other women. So many women. Doing… things.
She paces, a caged animal in the small confines of the spare room that’s supposed to be your shared office, her sanctuary for writing. One hand is pressed to her chest, feeling the frantic, panicked thumping of her heart, the other raking through her long, dark hair, pulling it, anything to give purchase to the storm raging inside her. Her mind is a fucking washing machine, thoughts tumbling, crashing, making no sense. You. How? Why? When? Who are they? Did you… did you enjoy it? Do you still… no. Stop. She feels sick. Actually, physically sick, like she’s going to throw up the nothing that’s in her stomach. This has to be a mistake, some colossal, fucked-up misunderstanding. Maybe it’s not even you. People make those deepfake things, right? Videos that look real but aren’t? It has to be that. It has to be.
Her eyes dart to the laptop, then to the flash drive. Just pull it out. Throw it away. Burn it. Pretend this never happened. Easy. Except it’s not easy, because the images are already seared into her brain, vivid and horrifyingly clear. Your face. Your body. She takes a jerky step towards it, fingers outstretched, ready to yank the damn thing free and delete this whole nightmare from existence. But then she hesitates. Her gaze flicks to the bedroom door, a flimsy barrier between her and the rest of the apartment, between this awful secret and the life she thought she was building. If she’s going to… if she’s going to look again, really look, she can’t do it out here.
A strange compulsion, cold and insistent, overrides the panic. Before she can second-guess it, she’s moving. She crosses to the bedroom door, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor, and her thoughts are so jumbled that she just shuts the door, forgetting to lock it. Then, she’s back at the laptop, scooping it up, the flash drive still firmly embedded. She carries it to the bed, her bed, the one you’ll both sleep in tonight, and sinks onto the edge of the mattress. Her hands are trembling so badly she almost drops the damn thing. She sets it on the duvet, takes a shaky breath that does nothing to calm her, and slowly, deliberately, opens the lid again. The screen flares to life, illuminating her pale, drawn face. That folder. ‘VIDEOS.’ It’s still there.
Her finger hovers over the trackpad, a tiny, almost imperceptible tremor running through her arm. Just one. Just to see. To understand. Or maybe just to punish herself further. She doesn’t know anymore. With a final, resigned sigh, she clicks. Not on the same thumbnail as before, but another one, near the top of the list. The media player pops up, a black screen for a heart-stopping second, and then… it plays.
The quality is surprisingly good. Too good. It’s clearly not some grainy, amateur footage. This was filmed properly. And the scene that unfolds makes her blood run cold, then hot, then cold again. You. You’re there, stretched out on what looks like a plush, king-sized bed, propped up on a mountain of pillows, and you’re not alone. Oh god, you are so not alone. Five women. Five stunningly beautiful, completely naked women are artfully arranged around you, on you. And Tzuyu knows them. Her breath catches, a sharp, painful intake of air.
It’s I-DLE. The actual, real-life, chart-topping, world-famous I-DLE. Soyeon, with her fierce eyes, sharp chin, and that aura of absolute command even when she’s wearing nothing but a predatory smirk, her compact, athletic body lean and toned. Miyeon, impossibly gorgeous, her classical features serene even as she’s doing something utterly depraved, her curves softer, more conventionally feminine but no less perfect, her skin like porcelain. A perfect doll. Minnie, her feline eyes heavy-lidded, her slender, willowy frame exuding a languid sensuality. Yuqi, the pocket rocket, radiating bubbly energy even in this context, her deceptively cute face alight with mischief, her body surprisingly curvy and strong. And Shuhua, the ethereal beauty, looking almost shy but with a glint of something knowing in her dark eyes, her pale, slender form like something out of a painting. All of them. Naked. With you.
This isn’t a dream. This is a fucking nightmare. Or some twisted, surreal fantasy brought to life. This must have been from when you worked at Cube, that vague job you’d mentioned, A&R or something. Years ago, before her. But still. I-DLE. The shock of it is a physical blow, knocking the air from her lungs. How was this even possible?
The video seems to be at some sort of beginning. Soyeon is sitting cross-legged near your hip, a queen surveying her domain. She’s talking. “I’m so glad you finally agreed to this, you know,” she says, her gaze flicking over your body, possessive and appraising. “You’re going to be… exceptionally useful for us. Stress relief, as we discussed. And don’t worry,” a slow, dangerous smile spreads across her lips, “you’ll be very, very well rewarded.”
As Soyeon speaks, Miyeon, positioned closer to the foot of the bed, leans forward. Her long, dark hair curtains her face as she reaches out a perfectly manicured hand and slowly, reverently, wraps her fingers around your already hard cock. Tzuyu’s stomach clenches. Miyeon strokes you, her thumb circling the head, her touch agonizingly slow, expert. You let out a low groan, your head falling back against the pillows.
“I think,” you manage to say, “this is going to be fucking amazing.”
Yuqi, kneeling beside Miyeon, lets out an excited little squeal. “Can we start now, Soyeon-unnie? Please? I’ve been waiting all week for this!” Her eyes are practically sparkling as she reaches out, her smaller hands joining Miyeon’s on your shaft. Shuhua, on your other side, quieter but no less eager, mirrors the action, her delicate fingers dancing over your balls, then up the length of you. Three of them, Miyeon, Yuqi, and Shuhua, now focused entirely on your erection, their heads bent in devotion, a tableau of explicit worship.
Meanwhile, Minnie has draped herself along one side of you, her warm, naked body pressing against yours. She’s kissing your neck, her lips hot, her breath tickling your ear as she murmurs something Tzuyu can’t quite make out but that makes you laugh, a deep, unrestrained sound. Soyeon, seemingly satisfied with her pronouncements, shifts, leaning in to press a long, slow kiss to your mouth, a kiss you return with an enthusiasm that makes Tzuyu’s insides twist.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Minnie sighs as she moves to kiss your chest.
“Beyond hot,” Miyeon agrees, voice a little muffled as she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, her tongue immediately getting to work. Yuqi and Shuhua make appreciative noises, their hands still busy, stroking, squeezing.
Tzuyu is horrified. Absolutely, fundamentally horrified. She’s shaking, a fine tremor running through her entire body. She swallows hard, her throat dry and tight. This is… this is too much. It’s obscene. It’s you, the man she loves, the man who was her first, being pleasured by a goddamn K-pop group like some kind of living sex toy. But beneath the horror, beneath the shock and the rising tide of nausea, there’s something else. A strange sensation, coiling low in her belly, a hot, uncomfortable throb that she doesn’t want to acknowledge, doesn’t want to name. Her nipples are hard, aching, pressing insistently against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She can feel them, pebbles of sensation that send illicit sparks through her.
Her eyes are glued to the screen, watching with a kind of sick fascination as Miyeon sucks you deeper, her cheeks hollowing, Yuqi giggling as she licks a stray drop of precum from your shaft, Shuhua looking up at you through her lashes with an expression of pure adoration. Knowing it’s you there, seeing your face contort with pleasure, hearing your groans… it’s doing something to Tzuyu. Something awful and confusing and undeniably… arousing.
Her own hand, as if with a will of its own, clenches, then unclenches. She squeezes her own breasts, a gasp escaping her lips, the pressure against her hardened nipples sending a jolt straight to her core. The girls continue their ministrations, and Tzuyu’s hand, a traitor to her conscious mind, slides down from her chest, over her flat stomach, down, down, until her fingers find the hem of her shorts and slip beneath, pressing against the warm, damp cotton of her panties, right over her rapidly slicking cunt, her body arching unconsciously into her own touch.
It’s so wrong, so fucked up, but god, the sight of you, her man, being so thoroughly, expertly worshipped… it’s like a drug.
On screen, the I-DLE girls are a whirlwind of activity around your cock. Miyeon finally pulls off with a wet, sucking pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the glans. Her face is flushed, eyes glazed. “Oh my god,” she gasps, licking her lips slowly. “Soyeon-unnie, he’s… incredible. It’s so fucking big.”
“Told you,” Soyeon says. She’s shifted, now kneeling beside you, one hand idly stroking your thigh, her sharp eyes missing nothing. “Twenty-two centimeters of pure trouble. And so thick, right?” She gives your thigh a squeeze. “Fits perfectly, doesn’t it, girls?”
“Perfectly!” Yuqi chirps, already taking Miyeon’s place, her mouth closing eagerly over you. She attacks your dick with an almost comical enthusiasm, her small head bobbing vigorously, muffled slurping sounds filling the audio. Shuhua, never far behind, dives for your balls, her tongue darting out to lave them with a reverence that makes Tzuyu’s stomach flip. Minnie, meanwhile, is giggling, leaning over to trail kisses along your abs, her fingers dancing over your nipples.
“He tastes so good,” Shuhua murmurs, her tongue working magic. “Salty, and… mmm, manly.”
“Don’t hog him all down there, Shushu!” Minnie teases, sliding lower. “I want another taste of that giant lollipop too!” She playfully bats Yuqi’s head. “You’re drooling all over it, Yuqi-ah! Share the wealth!”
Yuqi pulls off with a protesting whine, your cock, slick and glistening, springing free. “But it’s so yummy! And it makes such good noises when I suck it hard!” She grins, a string of your combined spit dangling from her chin. “Hear that, oppa? Hear how much we love your amazing dick?”
You let out a strangled groan, your hips bucking weakly off the bed. “Fuck… yes… feels so… holy shit…” Your voice is raw, shredded with pleasure, a sound Tzuyu has heard before, but never like this, never so utterly undone, so publicly exposed. And hearing it now, knowing it’s those famous, beautiful girls wringing those sounds from you, seeing them adore that massive 22cm cock that is, by all rights, hers… it’s a mindfuck of epic proportions. A possessive, almost feral heat floods Tzuyu’s veins, a desperate need to reclaim, to assert, even as her own body betrays her with wave after wave of shameful, delicious sensation. Her fingers work faster, slicker now, chasing a release she both craves and dreads. Soft, almost inaudible moans escape her lips, lost in the louder sounds from the laptop.
“He’s so responsive,” Soyeon observes, a clinical sort of approval in her tone, though her eyes are burning. “Loves having his balls licked, don’t you, big boy?” She reaches down, her fingers deftly finding your perineum, pressing firmly.
Your answer is a choked gasp, your whole body tensing. “God… Soyeon… yes…”
On the screen, the action shifts. You manage to prop yourself up on your elbows, your chest heaving, your eyes glazed but focused. “Okay… fuck… one of you… I need… I need a face to ride. Now.”
Miyeon is instantly scrambling up your body, her eyes alight with a predatory gleam. “Me! Me first, oppa! Please! I’m so fucking wet for you, look!” She spreads her legs slightly, showcasing the glistening sheen between her thighs, her pussy lips plump and slick. “I’m literally drooling for your mouth.”
“Then get the fuck up here,” you growl, lying back flat on the bed, your hands reaching up to grip her hips.
Miyeon needs no further encouragement. She swings a leg over you, positioning herself directly over your face, her movements fluid and practiced. With a delighted sigh, she lowers herself, her wet cunt pressing firmly against your mouth. You groan into her, your tongue immediately darting out. Tzuyu can’t see your face, buried as it is, but she can see Miyeon’s, thrown back in ecstasy, her fingers digging into your shoulders.
“Oh, fuck yes, oppa! Lick it! Lick my clit just like that!” Miyeon gasps, her hips starting to grind against your face. “You have such a good mouth!”
While this is happening, Yuqi, never one to be left out of the action, has straddled your hips, her hands gripping your shoulders for balance. “Don’t forget about me down here!” she says with a playful pout, before expertly guiding your still-throbbing cock to her own sopping entrance. With a little wiggle and a gasp, she slides down onto you, taking your full length with a practiced ease that makes Tzuyu’s breath hitch. “Oh! Yes! So big! You fill me up so perfectly!” Yuqi starts to bounce, her small breasts jiggling, a triumphant grin on her face as she rides you.
The other three girls are not idle. Soyeon has moved to the edge of the bed, her legs spread, one hand disappearing between her thighs, her eyes fixed on the spectacle of Miyeon on your face and Yuqi on your cock. Her expression is intense, focused, a small smile playing on her lips as her own fingers work. Minnie and Shuhua are curled up together near your legs, their arms around each other, their free hands busy. Shuhua is leaning her head on Minnie’s shoulder, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted as she masturbates, while Minnie watches you and Yuqi, her tongue licking her lips, her own fingers a blur against her crotch.
“Fuck, Miyeon, you taste amazing,” your voice comes out, muffled but audible, from beneath her. “So sweet…”
“It’s all for you, oppa!” Miyeon cries out, her rhythm quickening. “I’m gonna come! Oh god, I’m so close!”
“Ride his face harder!” Yuqi shouts, her own pace becoming more frantic. “Make him drink all your cum! He loves it!” She throws her head back, moaning loudly. “Fuck, oppa, you’re so good! You’re stretching my little pussy out so well!”
“Is that what you like, Yuqi-ah?” you grunt, your hips thrusting up to meet hers. “My big cock stretching you out?”
“Yes! Yes! Harder!”
Tzuyu can barely breathe. The flickering images on the laptop screen are a vortex, sucking her deeper into a world of raw, shameless pleasure she never knew existed, a world where you, her boyfriend, her love, are the undeniable, worshipped center. Her fingers are moving tirelessly against her clit, each stroke building an almost unbearable tension, a desperate, aching need that eclipses the shame, the shock, everything but the raw, thudding pulse between her legs. She’s barely aware of her own soft moans, little whimpers and gasps that synchronize with the louder, more performative sounds erupting from the laptop speakers.
She fumbles with the trackpad, her vision slightly blurry, her whole body humming like a live wire. She doesn’t want to see every single permutation, every girl taking her turn, though a dark, possessive part of her registers it – you fucked all of them, you really fucked all of them. It’s too much, too overwhelming. Her finger jumps the video forward, skimming through scenes of tangled limbs, glistening bodies, and your face, sometimes contorted in pleasure, sometimes focused and intense as you drive into one girl or another. She lands somewhere near what feels like an ending, a crescendo. Minnie is on her back, legs wrapped high around your waist, her screams are high-pitched, animalistic, as you hammer into her with a brutal, relentless rhythm.
“Oh, fuck, oppa! Yes! Right there! Don’t stop! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… AHHHH!” Minnie’s voice cracks, her whole body convulsing around you.
Even through the haze of her own arousal, Tzuyu feels a pang of something (jealousy? Awe?) at the sheer intensity of it. And then your voice, deeper, rougher than she’s ever heard it, cuts through Minnie’s fading cries.
“Fuck… I’m close. I’m gonna cum. Get ready!”
Instantly, the atmosphere on screen shifts. The other girls, who had been watching with varying degrees of rapt attention, some still touching themselves, scramble closer.
“Yes, oppa! Cum for us!” Yuqi yells.
“On my face, oppa! Please, on my face!” Miyeon begs, already positioning herself.
“All over us! Give it all to us!” Soyeon commands.
Shuhua just nods eagerly, her gaze fixed on your straining cock.
Tzuyu’s breath catches in her throat, a painful, sharp hitch. A facial. They want you to cum on their faces. It’s a fantasy she’s seen in porn, something that always made a weird, shameful flutter happen low in her belly. You’d even hinted at it once or twice, playfully, asking if she’d ever be curious, but she’d always blushed and changed the subject, too scared, too… vanilla. The thought of your hot cum on her skin, in her hair… it was too much, too messy, too intense. But seeing it now, seeing you about to do it, about to drench these beautiful, famous, eager girls… it messes with her head, big time.
On screen, you pull out of a still-twitching Minnie. Your hand wraps around your own cock, thick and engorged, veins standing out like cords. With your other hand, you unclip the camera from its small tripod, the view suddenly becoming handheld, shakier, more intimate. You pan across the girls, their faces upturned, expectant, mouths slightly open, eyes gleaming. They look like fucking pagan priestesses waiting for their offering.
“Who wants it most?” you growl, your own hand pumping your shaft with long, deliberate strokes.
“Me, baby! Please, me!”
“Give it to me!”
“Don’t make us wait, you bastard!”
“So much, I want so much!”
Their voices blend into a chorus of desperate, needy begging. And then, a small, broken sound joins them, a whispered plea from the shadowed bed in the new apartment. “Please… cum… cum for me too…” Tzuyu whispers, her eyes locked on the screen, her own hips starting to buck against her relentless fingers. She’s lost, completely immersed, her reality an X-rated film starring the man she loves. You, on screen, let out a deep, guttural moan, your knuckles white as you grip your cock, your whole body tensing for release. “Almost… there… fuck…!”
The bedroom door creaks open.
“Hey, babe, guess what? They had that double-chocolate chunk you like, so I grabbed… a… few…” Your voice, your real voice, cheerful and familiar, trails off, the plastic grocery bag slipping from your suddenly nerveless fingers, thudding softly onto the wooden floor, the sound as loud as a thunderclap in the charged silence.
Tzuyu freezes. Every muscle in her body locks. Her eyes, wide and horrified, snap from the laptop screen (where your video doppelgänger is still a breath away from orgasm) to you, standing in the doorway. The color drains from her cheeks, leaving her ghostly pale. Her hand yanks itself from inside her shorts as if burned, her fingers slick and trembling. She fumbles with the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it down, a completely inadequate gesture of modesty. She’s exposed, caught, a deer in the fucking headlights of an oncoming semi. Sweat prickles her skin, no longer from arousal but from pure, unadulterated terror.
“Oh,” you manage. Then, a little softer, “Oh, Tzuyu.”
She can’t speak. She can’t breathe. Her heart is trying to hammer its way out of her ribcage. She scrambles backwards on the bed, away from you, like you’re the monster under it, not the man she was just fantasizing about.
“Hey, hey, it’s… it’s okay,” you say. You take a hesitant step into the room. “You don’t… you don’t need to look like that. It’s fine.”
She shakes her head, a jerky, convulsive movement. “I… I…” She tries to get up, to flee, but her legs feel like water.
“Tzuyu, calm down. Please.” You’re closer now. “You don’t need to be ashamed.”
Ashamed? She’s fucking mortified. She wishes the floor would swallow her whole. “I… I c-can’t…” she stutters, tears welling in her eyes, blurring your image.
“What… what were you watching?” you ask, your gaze flicking towards the still-glowing laptop screen, where the video is paused after she instinctively hit the spacebar.
She tries to answer, to form words, any words, but all that comes out is a strangled, “S-saw… I…” It’s useless. She can’t even string two syllables together.
You see the flash drive plugged into the side of her laptop. Recognition dawns on your face, slow and unwelcome. Your jaw tightens. You run a hand through your hair, a gesture of frustration, of weariness. “Shit…” you mutter, so low she almost doesn’t hear it. Then, louder, to her, “Fuck. That thing. I thought I’d lost it.” You look at her, your face etched with a sudden gravity. “Okay. Okay, listen, I can explain. This isn’t… it’s not what you think.”
“Why… why d-didn’t you ever tell me?”
You sigh, sinking down onto the edge of the bed, though not too close to her, respecting the invisible wall she’s thrown up. “It’s… fuck, Tzuyu, it’s not exactly an easy thing to bring up, is it? ‘Hey, honey, guess what I used to do for a living before I met you?’” You look at her earnestly. “I swear to you, on everything, this was all before us. Long before. Years before I even knew you existed.” You pause, then ask: “How much… how much did you see?”
She swallows, still trembling. “Just… just one video,” she whispers, which is technically true. One long, horrifying, unbelievably arousing video file.
You nod slowly, a muscle working in your jaw. “Right.” You reach out a hand, slowly, tentatively, and when she doesn’t flinch away this time, you take her cold, clammy one in yours. You edge closer, and then, carefully, you pull her into a hug. She’s stiff at first, resistant, but then something inside her crumbles, and she sags against you, a choked sob finally escaping. You just hold her, stroking her hair, murmuring soothing nonsense until the worst of the tremors subside.
“Okay,” you say softly, pulling back just enough to look at her tear-streaked face. “Let me try and explain this properly: remember I told you I worked in A&R at Cube for a while? Well, that was… part of it. The unofficial part.” You hesitate, choosing your words carefully. “The girls… I-DLE… they were under a lot of pressure. All the time. Comebacks, touring, practice… it’s relentless. And they… they found a way to cope. A way to de-stress. And I… I became part of that. Their… stress reliever.” The words sound clinical, almost absurd, but your eyes are serious, holding hers. “It started small, kind of a joke, almost. And then it just… grew. It was a consensual thing, Tzuyu, on all sides. It was a weird, fucked-up bubble we all existed in for a while. But it was a phase. After I left the company, that was it. Done. I haven’t had any contact with them since, not like that. Not at all. That was years ago. That whole part of my life is completely in the past.” You gesture vaguely at the flash drive. “I genuinely thought that thing was long gone. Thrown out in one of my many moves before I met you.”
Tzuyu just stares at you, her mind reeling, trying to process the information. Stress reliever. For I-DLE. It’s still so surreal, so far beyond anything she could have imagined for your past. She doesn’t know what to say, what to think.
You kiss her forehead, a soft, tender gesture. “I love you, Tzuyu,” you whisper. “You have to know that. And I am so, so sorry I didn’t tell you about this. It’s… it’s something I’m not exactly proud of, you know? And I was scared. I didn’t know how you’d react, if you’d… if you’d look at me differently.” You cup her face, your thumbs gently wiping away the fresh tears that have started to fall. “You’re the only girl in my life now. The only one that matters. Nothing and no one else even comes close.” You take both her hands in yours, squeezing them gently. “Do you… do you hate me?”
She shakes her head slowly, a tear splashing onto your joined hands. “No,” she says. “No, I don’t… I don’t hate you. I’m just… shocked. Confused.”
You kiss her again, a longer, deeper kiss this time, a kiss that speaks of reassurance, of love, of a desperate need for her to understand, to forgive. When you pull away, there’s a new light in your eyes, something a little more probing, a little less purely apologetic. “The videos…” you start. “When I came in… you looked… well, you were pretty into it. Did they… did they turn you on, Tzuyu?”
Her face flames scarlet. She pulls her hands away, suddenly flustered all over again, looking anywhere but at you. “I… I don’t know! It was… it was just… I was curious!” she stammers, the lie flimsy even to her own ears.
“It’s alright, baby. Seriously. There’s nothing to be ashamed of if they did. It’s just… images on a screen, right?” Your hand, warm and sure, slides down her arm, over her hip, and then, with a casual intimacy that makes her gasp, it slips inside the waistband of her shorts. Your fingers find her panties, find the slick, damp heat there. She freezes, her breath catching. You don’t go further, just rest your palm against her, feeling the undeniable evidence of her earlier activities. “Wow,” you murmur. “You’re completely soaked, Tzuyu.”
A soft, involuntary moan escapes her lips. She can’t help it. Your touch, your words, the memory of what she was watching, what she was feeling… it’s all crashing together. You kiss her neck, a slow, wet, open-mouthed kiss, making her arch slightly into your touch.
“So,” you whisper, your lips moving against her skin, sending little electric shocks everywhere. “Since you were, uh, exploring your curiosity so thoroughly… and you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit… why don’t we continue what you were watching? Together?”
Tzuyu lets out a shaky, nervous laugh, a sound that’s half terror, half unwilling excitement. “Are you… are you serious?”
“Deadly. Ice cream can wait.” You take a step closer, your own cock starting to thicken in your jeans. Her t-shirt is still slightly askew from her earlier frantic adjustments. “This is… a little distracting, though, isn’t it?” you whisper, your gaze dropping to the swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric. You lift the cotton slowly, inch by agonizing inch, your eyes locked on hers, watching for any sign of resistance. There’s none. Just that wide-eyed, hypnotized stare. Her nipples are tight, dark peaks, clearly visible, practically begging for attention. You trail your fingertips over the sensitive skin of her abdomen as the shirt rises, a feather-light touch that makes her gasp, her stomach muscles clenching under your exploration. Little goosebumps erupt in the wake of your touch. Each tiny reaction from her is like fuel to your fire.
“You love this, don’t you?” you breathe, your lips close to her ear. “My fingers on your skin. Knowing what I’m going to do to you.” You don’t wait for an answer, just continue your slow, deliberate unveiling. The t-shirt comes up and over her head, and you toss it carelessly aside. Her small, firm breasts are bare now, nipples still pebble-hard, pointing straight at you.
The vulnerability in her pose, combined with the clear signs of her arousal (the flush on her chest, the rapid beat of the pulse in her throat), is insanely hot. You lean down, your lips tracing a path from her collarbone, down into the valley between her breasts, then lower, your tongue flicking out to lave a circle around one taut nipple. She lets out a strangled moan, her head falling back, her fingers clutching at the duvet.
“So fucking responsive,” you growl against her skin. You trail kisses lower, down her ribcage, over the soft curve of her belly, each touch a spark against her heated skin. She’s trembling now, a fine tremor that speaks of barely suppressed pleasure and overwhelming anticipation. When you reach the waistband of her shorts, already unbuttoned and loose, you don’t hesitate. You hook your thumbs into the denim and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, pull them down, dragging her soaked panties along with them.
Her pussy is completely exposed, glistening, a swollen pink jewel nestled between her tanned thighs. The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, hits you like a drug. You groan, burying your face against her mons, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, Tzuyu… you smell incredible. So fucking wet for me.”
She whimpers, her legs falling open a little wider, an unconscious invitation. You lave a broad stripe with your tongue up one silky inner thigh, then the other, tasting her, teasing her. She’s squirming now, her hips starting to lift off the bed, chasing your touch.
“Please…” she whispers.
“Please what, baby?” you murmur against her skin. “Tell me what you want.” You kiss the sensitive skin just beside her clit, making her jolt. “Want me to make you feel good? Want my mouth all over this sweet, wet pussy?”
She nods frantically, unable to speak. You position the laptop on a nearby chair, angling it so she can still see the screen clearly from the bed. You hit spacebar, and the video springs back to life, your video-self still on the precipice of orgasm, hand wrapped tight around your own cock, the I-DLE girls a chorus of begging, expectant faces.
“How was it?” Tzuyu manages to whisper, her eyes flickering between the screen and your face, now level with her exposed cunt. “Cumming… on their faces like that? Did it… did it feel good?”
“Good?” you chuckle, your breath ghosting over her clit, making it twitch. “Baby, it was fucking phenomenal. One of the hottest things I’ve ever done.” You press a kiss right to the head of her clit, a direct, possessive claim. “But you know what’s going to feel even better?” Before she can answer, your mouth closes over her, your tongue immediately finding that hypersensitive nub, sucking it, laving it, driving her wild.
Tzuyu screams, a raw, uninhibited sound that’s quickly muffled as your mouth works its magic. Her world explodes into a kaleidoscope of pure sensation. Your tongue is everywhere, a relentless, skillful assault on her senses. One moment it’s flicking rapidly against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body, the next it’s delving deep, broad strokes that paint her inner folds, then it’s sucking, a gentle, insistent pressure that pulls at her core, making her cunt throb with an almost painful need.
On the screen, your video doppelgänger finally roars, a guttural sound of pure release. “FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” Thick ropes of your cum shoot out, arcing through the air, drenching the upturned, eager faces of I-DLE. Soyeon gets a direct hit across her cheek and forehead, her eyes squeezing shut for a second before she opens them, a wild, triumphant grin spreading across her face as she licks at the splatters near her lips. Miyeon catches a load right in her open mouth, swallowing greedily, her eyes rolling back in her head. Minnie gets a spray across her tits and chin, giggling as she tries to catch the drips with her tongue. Yuqi and Shuhua are similarly plastered, your hot seed painting their pretty faces, dripping into their hair, coating their parted lips.
“Oh my god, yes!” Soyeon groans, wiping a thick glob from her eyebrow and sucking it off her finger. “So much! You gave us such a big load, oppa!”
“Tastes so good!” Miyeon declares, her face a mess of white. “Better than any dessert!” She leans over and licks a thick stream of cum from Yuqi’s cheek, making Yuqi giggle.
“Hey! Get your own, unnie!” Yuqi laughs, but she tilts her head, offering more access. “But you’re right, it’s delicious! He’s like a cum factory!”
Tzuyu is bucking against your mouth, her fingers tangled in your hair, her own little moans and gasps a counterpoint to the lewd exclamations from the video. The sight of your cum, so much of it, coating those famous faces, mixed with the incredible sensations your tongue is creating between her legs, it's causing some seriously naughty damage to her vanilla brain. She can feel your lips pulling at her, your teeth lightly grazing her swollen clit, the vibrations of your hungry hums resonating deep inside her.
Minnie scoops a handful of cum from her own chest. “Shuhua-yah, you missed a spot on your chin!” she says playfully, before leaning in and smearing her cum-covered fingers onto Shuhua’s lips, then kissing her deeply, a messy, semen-flavored kiss. Shuhua moans into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in Minnie’s hair, pulling her closer.
“Fucking whores,” Soyeon says, but there’s no malice in it, only a fond, shared depravity. “Look at us. Covered in his spunk like a bunch of cheap sluts.” She turns to the camera you’re still holding in the video. “You like that, oppa? Seeing your girls share your load? Licking it off each other for you?”
Your video-self just grins, still panting. “Love it. Clean each other up good for me.”
And they do. With gusto. It’s a scene of gleeful, sisterly sluttiness. They lick and suck your cum from each other’s faces, tits, anywhere it landed, their tongues darting, their laughter ringing out, their moans of appreciation mixing with praises for your potency. They’re like kittens with a bowl of cream, utterly uninhibited, reveling in the mess, in each other, in the shared experience of being your cum targets.
Your tongue finally leaves Tzuyu’s clit for a moment, moving to trace the sensitive line of her perineum, then dipping to taste the entrance to her tight, wet cunt. She’s panting, her body slick with sweat, her eyes glazed as she stares at the screen, at the aftermath of your explosive orgasm.
“What do you think, baby?” you murmur, your mouth still wet with her juices. “Hot, isn’t it? Seeing them like that? Knowing my cum is all over them?” You can feel the answer in the way her hips jerk, in the renewed wetness that seeps onto your tongue. She’s loving every second of this forbidden education.
“So… so hot…” she gasps out. “They… they really liked it.”
“They fucking loved it,” you confirm, giving her clit another long, slow suck that makes her cry out. “And so did I.” You pull back slightly, looking up at her flushed, beautiful face. “Would you like that, Tzuyu? My cum on your face? Hot and thick, all over your pretty skin?”
The heat in the room, the explicit images on the screen, your relentless, skillful attention to her pussy; it’s all working on her, stripping away years of inhibition, awakening a dormant, darker part of her sexuality. She meets your gaze, a new kind of fire in her eyes, something bold and hungry.
“I… I think so,” she says, voice stronger now. “Feeling your cum on my face… knowing you’d like it… seeing it on me…” She shivers, a delicious tremor. “Then I could… I could spread it all over. Taste it.” As she speaks, her arousal flares visibly, her nipples tightening further, her cunt clenching around an imaginary cock. She’s getting hornier just talking about it, and your tongue, returning to its devoted worship of her clit, is definitely helping. Each lick, each suck, punctuates her burgeoning fantasy.
She moans, her head thrashing on the pillows. “Fuck… yes… more… I want to see more videos,” she gasps, and it is an order, not a request. “Show me more. Show me everything.”
You smile against her slick folds. You trail a line of kisses up her inner thigh, your hand moving to cup her breast, squeezing gently. “Oh, baby,” you say, “l have a feeling you're going to love this next one, baby.” You trail a line of kisses up from her pussy, over her navel, between her bare breasts, until you capture her mouth in a deep, tongue-tangling kiss that tastes of her own arousal. She moans into your mouth, her hips still twitching.
You reach over to the laptop, your fingers deftly navigating the trackpad. The previous video vanishes, replaced by a new file name. You click play, and then your attention is fully back on her. Your mouth leaves hers, and you slide down her body again, but this time, instead of your tongue, your fingers find her, parting her wet folds. Two fingers slide inside her easily, and she gasps, her back arching. You begin a slow, rhythmic in-and-out pump, your thumb finding her clit, rubbing steady circles.
"Watch, baby," you whisper.
On the screen, a new scene begins to unfold. The perspective is handheld. Miyeon and Minnie are on all fours on a large, plush bed, their asses prominent, facing away from the camera but occasionally glancing back over their shoulders. Soyeon is kneeling between them, a large bottle of lube in her hand. She’s all business, her expression focused as she applies generous amounts of the clear gel to Minnie’s asshole, then Miyeon’s, her fingers occasionally dipping inside them, making them squirm. Shuhua is kneeling at the foot of the bed, in front of your video-self’s crotch. Her head is bobbing rhythmically, her mouth full of your cock, slobbering and sucking with enthusiastic abandon, her eyes occasionally flicking up to you with a look of pure devotion. Yuqi’s voice, bubbly and excited, comes from behind the camera.
"Alright, I-dle Productions is rolling!" Yuqi chirps. "Tonight, we have a very special, very exclusive premiere! I-DLE’s first foray into… backdoor adventures! How are our stars feeling?" The camera zooms in, first on Minnie’s tightly puckered, lubed-up asshole, then Miyeon’s. Yuqi lets out a little giggle and reaches out a hand, delivering a sharp, playful slap to Minnie’s left ass cheek, then Miyeon’s right. "Looking good, girls! Tight and ready!"
Minnie flinches slightly at the slap, a nervous giggle escaping her. "A little… apprehensive, Yuqi-a. But also… curious?"
Miyeon, on the other hand, arches her back, pushing her ass out further. "I'm fucking ready! Been wanting to see what all the fuss is about. Stretch me out, daddy!" she calls over her shoulder to your video-self, whose face isn't visible as Shuhua is still diligently working on his cock.
Tzuyu’s eyes are wide, glued to the screen, her own breathing becoming shallow. The fingers inside her pause their steady rhythm for a moment, and you can feel the way her cunt clenches around them. "Oh my god," she breathes. "You… you really fucked their asses?"
"Every single one of them, baby," you confirm. You resume your fingering, sinking deeper, stretching her a little. "And they fucking loved it. You’ll see."
Her head thrashes slightly on the pillow. "It’s… it’s so much," she gasps, but her hips are already starting to rock against your hand, meeting your thrusts.
On screen, Shuhua pulls off your cock with a wet, sucking sound, leaving it glistening with saliva, thick and fully erect. "All lubed up for you, daddy," Shuhua murmurs, looking proud of her work, a string of spit connecting her chin to the head of your dick.
Soyeon pats Minnie’s ass. "Alright, Minnie-yah, you’re up first. Remember what I told you? Relax, breathe, and let daddy take care of you. He knows what he’s doing." Soyeon’s eyes flick to your video-self. "Don’t you, slave? You’re going to be gentle with her first time, then you’re going to fuck her brains out, understand?"
"Yes, mommy," your video-self grunts, moving between Minnie’s spread legs. He grips her hips, and the camera moves in for an extreme close-up as the head of your cock presses against Minnie’s lubed asshole.
Minnie lets out a sharp hiss, her knuckles white as she grips the bedsheets. "Okay, okay, easy, daddy, please…"
"Just breathe, baby girl," your video-self soothes, pushing slowly, steadily. The head of your cock disappears into her, and Minnie cries out, a sound that’s half pain, half surprise.
Tzuyu whimpers, her own cunt clenching hard around your fingers. "Oh god, it looks… it looks like it hurts her."
"A little at first, maybe," you say, your thumb circling her clit faster, harder. "But it’s a good hurt. The kind that turns into incredible pleasure. You feel that, don’t you, Tzuyu? That little ache deep inside when I stretch you?" Your fingers flex, opening her wider.
She gasps, nodding frantically. "Yes… fuck… it’s… kinky." Her eyes are still locked on the screen.
Video-Minnie is panting, her face turned to the side, cheek pressed against the mattress. Your video-self is slowly, methodically working his cock deeper into her ass, inch by inch. "That’s it, Minnie, take it all for daddy," Soyeon encourages, her hand now on Minnie's back, rubbing soothing circles. "You’re doing so well. Such a good girl."
"Fuck… it’s so… big…" Minnie groans. "I can feel… every inch… oh, daddy…" Then, her breathing starts to even out, and a new sound creeps into her moans, a note of pleasure. Her hips start to rock back, tentatively at first, then with more confidence, meeting your video-self’s thrusts.
Yuqi’s voice is practically purring from behind the camera. "Oh yes, Minnie-unnie! You’re taking it like a champ! Look at that ass, just swallowing daddy’s cock! Is it good? Tell us!"
"It’s… oh fuck… it’s amazing!" Minnie cries out. "So full… it hurts so good… deeper, daddy! Fuck my ass harder!"
Your video-self obliges, his thrusts becoming faster, more powerful. Soyeon is watching with a satisfied smirk, occasionally barking orders. "That’s it, slave! Pound her! Make her scream for you! Show her what that big dick is for!"
Tzuyu is writhing under your touch, her pussy incredibly wet, your fingers sliding in and out of her with almost no friction. "She’s… she’s liking it so much," Tzuyu gasps. "Seeing her… the pain, then the pleasure… God, it’s so fucking hot." She twists her head to look at you, her eyes glazed and needy. "I… I think I want to try that. With you. Oh god, what am I saying?!"
"You’re saying you’re a dirty girl, Tzuyu. And you want daddy to stretch your tight little asshole too, don’t you?" You give a particularly deep thrust with your fingers, hitting her g-spot, and she cries out, her whole body convulsing.
"Yes! Fuck, yes!" she sobs, the admission torn from her. "Please… I want to feel it."
"All in good time, baby," you soothe, returning to a steady rhythm, letting her ride the edge. "Let’s see how Miyeon handles it first, hmm?"
On screen, your video-self pulls out of Minnie’s ass with a wet, sucking sound. Her whole body is trembling, her face flushed, eyes blissed out. "Thank you, daddy," she pants, collapsing onto the bed.
Soyeon pats her head. "Good girl. Now, Miyeon, your turn to show us how much you want daddy’s cock in your ass."
Miyeon is already arching her back, her perfectly round, lubed-up ass presented eagerly. "I’m so ready, Soyeon-unnie! Please, daddy, I’ve been waiting! Don’t be gentle with me!"
Your video-self moves behind Miyeon, and this time there’s less gentle coaxing. He aligns his spit-slicked cock with her eager asshole and, with one powerful thrust, buries himself to the hilt. "Fuck yes! Oh my god, daddy! It’s huge!”
Shuhua is ecstatic. "Whoa! Miyeon took it all in one go! What a fucking queen! Get a close-up of that, Yuqi! Make sure you capture how her asshole just devours him!" The camera angle shifts slightly, zooming right in on the junction of your video-self’s cock and Miyeon’s stretched-tight asshole. Every thrust is visible in graphic detail, her flesh gripping your shaft.
Soyeon is now beside her, one hand on her hip, the other spanking her ass in time with your video-self’s thrusts, leaving red handprints on her pale skin. "That’s it, Miyeon! Take daddy’s dick! Show him who owns that cock! Scream for him, you little slut!"
Tzuyu is practically vibrating under your touch. "Her face… she’s in so much pleasure… and Soyeon spanking her… Fuck, it’s… it’s making me so wet," she pants, grinding her clit against your thumb. "I never thought… watching something like this… I’d want it. But god, seeing them… seeing you doing that to them…" Her voice trails off in a series of soft, desperate moans.
"It’s okay to want it, baby," you murmur. "It’s hot as fuck, isn’t it? Watching them take me, knowing they’re doing it for my pleasure, for their pleasure, for everyone watching." You slide your fingers out of her, just for a second, before plunging them back in, all three of them this time, stretching her wider than before.
She screams, a short, sharp sound, her eyes flying wide open. "Oh, fuck! That’s… so much… yes!" Her hips buck wildly now, completely out of control.
The video on the laptop screen continues its relentless assault on your senses, and your fingers inside Tzuyu are a mirror to the on-screen action; relentless, probing, possessive. Your video-self is still buried deep in Miyeon’s ass, her earlier screams of pleasure now punctuated by desperate, needy gasps as she grinds back against your shaft.
“Fuck, daddy, I’m so close!” Miyeon cries out. “Please, don’t stop! I’m right there!”
Your video-self responds with a guttural growl, his pace becoming even more punishing, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. He reaches out, his hand landing squarely on her right ass cheek with a resounding smack that echoes from the laptop speakers. Miyeon screams, a raw, high-pitched sound. Another slap, this time on the left cheek, even harder. Red welts begin to bloom on her pale skin.
“Oh, fuck! Yes, daddy, spank me!” she begs. “Harder! Make my ass red for you! I’ve been such a bad girl, I deserve it!” Her blush is incandescent, spreading from her cheeks down her neck and chest, a stark contrast to the livid marks appearing on her flesh. Yuqi holding the camera under Soyeon’s direction, zooms in on the action, capturing every brutal impact, every quiver of Miyeon’s abused flesh.
Tzuyu lets out a low, keening moan, her body bucking hard against your hand. “Oh my god… you’re so rough with her,” she gasps, her eyes wide and glazed, fixed on the screen. “Look at her ass… those marks… it’s… fuck, it’s so hot.” She writhes, her inner muscles clenching around your fingers.
“Are you… are you enjoying watching this, baby?” you murmur, your thumb rubbing relentless circles on her clit. Your fingers inside her are deliberately slow now, a teasing contrast to the frantic pounding on screen. You can feel the slick heat of her, her pussy practically weeping.
“Yes!” she whimpers, a desperate edge to her voice. “So much… I… I want you to do that to me. Spank me like that, please. When you fuck me. I want to feel it.” She sounds shocked by her own words, but there’s an undeniable hunger there too.
“Oh, I will, baby,” you promise. “I’ll make your pretty ass so red you won’t be able to sit for a week. But not yet. You need to earn it. You need to beg for it properly.” You give her clit an extra hard rub, and she cries out, a frustrated, needy sound. You’re determined to edge her, to draw out this exquisite torture until she’s a wreck.
On the laptop, your video-self is driving Miyeon to her peak. “That’s it, slut,” he pants. “Take daddy’s cock, take his spanking! You love it, don’t you? You love being my little ass-whore!” Each insult, each degrading name seems to fuel her further. Her screams intensify, her hips bucking wildly until, with a final, shuddering cry that seems to rip from her soul, her whole body goes rigid, then starts to convulse violently around your video-self’s invading cock. She’s coming, an explosive, earth-shattering anal orgasm.
Your video-self continues to pound into her for a few more brutal thrusts, milking every last tremor from her, before finally pulling out. Miyeon collapses onto the bed, a shaking, sobbing mess of flushed skin and jiggling flesh, her ass a canvas of angry red marks. Your video-self leans down, grabs her by the hair, and pulls her face up to his, capturing her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, sucking on hers as if trying to devour her very essence. The camera doesn’t flinch, capturing every intimate, saliva-slick detail.
“Fuck… she looks so… broken… but so happy,” Tzuyu whispers, breathing ragged. The intensity of Miyeon’s orgasm, coupled with the raw possessiveness of the kiss, has clearly struck a chord. Your fingers continue their maddeningly slow, deep strokes inside her, keeping her on that knife’s edge of pleasure.
The scene on the laptop shifts. Minnie, looking surprisingly recovered and now sporting a predatory grin of her own, is kneeling between Shuhua and Yuqi, who are now on all fours, presenting their asses. Soyeon is now taking on the role of continuing to film. Minnie takes the lube bottle and generously slicks up Shuhua’s tight-looking asshole, then Yuqi’s. Her fingers work expertly, teasing and preparing them. Then, she turns her attention to your video-self’s still-hard cock, which is glistening with Miyeon’s juices. Minnie pours a copious amount of lube onto your shaft and begins to stroke it, her hands slick and sure, her eyes full of unconcealed desire as she spreads the lubricant, her thumbs pressing into the underside, squeezing the thick shaft.
"Mmm, still so hard for us, daddy?" Minnie purrs. "You just fucked Miyeon-unnie senseless, and you're ready to go again. You're a fucking machine." She leans in and captures your video-self’s mouth in a hot, lingering kiss, her tongue darting out to taste him. Soyeon’s voice cuts in, cool and commanding.
"Alright, my little virgins. Shuhua, you’re next. Try not to scream too loud, wouldn’t want to break the camera lens, would we?"
Your video-self moves behind Shuhua. Her ass is bigger, rounder than Miyeon's, her skin pale and flawless. As the head of your video-self's cock presses against her clearly very tight, lubed entrance, Shuhua lets out a terrified squeak, her whole body tensing up like a bowstring. “Wait! Oh god, wait, daddy, please! It… it feels so… impossibly tight!” Her voice is a thin, reedy murmur, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Soyeon-unnie, I don’t know if I can!” Shuhua cries out, her face turning a shade of crimson. “It’s… it’s burning already, and he’s not even in!”
“Breathe, Shuhua-yah,” Miyeon says soothingly from off-camera, her voice still a little rough from her own recent exertions. “It’s always the worst right at the beginning. Just try to relax your muscles. Think of how good it’s going to feel once daddy’s all the way inside you.”
Yuqi chimes in, her voice surprisingly encouraging. “Yeah, Shushu! You can do it! We’re all here for you! Imagine how jealous all the fans would be if they knew daddy was about to stretch out your perfect little asshole!”
Even Soyeon offers a rare crumb of softer encouragement, though her tone is still firm. “They’re right, Shuhua. Take a deep breath. We’re not going to let him hurt you… much. Now, be a good girl and take it for us. For daddy.”
Your video-self whispers something in Shuhua's ear, inaudible to the microphone, and then, slowly, with excruciating care, he begins to push. Shuhua screams, a genuine, piercing shriek of pain, her face contorting. “It burns! Fuck, it burns so much! I can’t!” Tears start to stream down her face.
Tzuyu gasps, her hand flying to her mouth, her own body tensing in sympathy. “Oh, poor Shuhua… she’s really hurting,” she whispers. Your fingers inside her still, allowing her to process the scene. “Does it… does it always hurt that much the first time, for everyone?” she asks.
“It can, baby,” you reply softly, your thumb gently stroking her clit. “Everyone’s different. Some girls are tighter, some are more sensitive. But see how the others are helping her? Talking her through it?” You resume a slow, shallow movement with your fingers. “And you see how careful I’m being now? I got her used to it.”
Indeed, on screen, your video-self is barely moving, just holding himself steady inside Shuhua, letting her adjust to the immense pressure. He’s murmuring to her constantly, soothing words mixed with a firm insistence. Slowly, very slowly, her screams subside into ragged sobs, then into tense, shaky breaths. Her face is still red and tear-streaked, but the absolute terror is fading.
“That’s it, Shuhua… just breathe into it… feel me inside you…” your video-self coaxes. “You’re doing so good, baby girl. So brave for daddy.” He begins to move again, tiny, almost imperceptible thrusts, easing himself deeper by millimeters.
Meanwhile, the camera pans slightly to show Miyeon, who has moved to kneel beside Yuqi. Miyeon’s fingers, slick with lube, are now working on Yuqi’s asshole, gently probing, then sliding one, then two fingers inside. Yuqi lets out a series of excited giggles. “Ooh, unnie, that feels… weirdly good! Get me nice and ready for daddy! I don’t want to scream like Shuhua-unnie, I want to take it all at once!”
Miyeon chuckles. “Impatient, are we, Yuqi-ah? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re nice and loose. daddy’s going to slide right into you.” Her fingers work expertly, stretching Yuqi’s asshole wider and wider, making her moan with discomfort and anticipation.
Your fingers inside Tzuyu are mirroring Miyeon’s actions now: gently stretching, preparing. “See, baby?” you murmur. “Sometimes a little preparation helps. Makes it easier to take something so big.” You can feel her watching, absorbing every detail, her pussy becoming even slicker, if that’s possible. She’s completely captivated, her earlier fear being steadily replaced by a raw, undeniable horniness. Shuhua, on screen, is actually starting to moan with something other than pain now, a low, guttural sound as your video-self finally reaches her depths and begins a slow, steady rhythm.
After a few more minutes of Miyeon diligently working on Yuqi’s ass, she pulls her fingers out with a wet sound. “All ready for you, daddy!” Miyeon announces proudly, gesturing to Yuqi’s visibly gaping, glistening asshole. “She’s practically begging for your cock now!”
Your video-self grunts in approval, then carefully maneuvers himself, positioning Shuhua and Yuqi side-by-side, their asses beautifully presented. With Shuhua now accustomed to his size and rhythm, he pulls out of her slightly, just enough to angle his still-slick cock towards Yuqi. With a single, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside Yuqi’s pre-stretched ass, and she lets out a triumphant yell. “YES! FUCK YES, daddy! YOU FILL ME UP SO GOOD!” She immediately starts to rock back against him, her movements confident and shameless, chasing the incredible feeling of being so completely, utterly filled. "Oh my god, it's even bigger than I imagined! Yes! Just like that, daddy!"
"Get a close-up of that, Soyeon-unnie!" Minnie squeals from the foot of the bed, her own hand already a blur between her thighs. "Look at how her asshole just swallows him! Yes daddy, Fuck her tight little Chinese ass!"
Soyeon laughs contentedly behind the camera. "A natural backdoor slut, our little Yuqi. I knew she had it in her."
Almost immediately, without giving Yuqi more than a few glorious seconds to savor the feeling, your video-self pulls out of her. The sound is a wet, resisting schlick, and Yuqi lets out a sharp, protesting whine, her ass still twitching. "No! daddy, wait, come back!" she begs, turning her head to look back at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Don't leave my little ass empty already! It was just starting to feel so good!"
He ignores her pleas for now, his attention already shifting. He slides his thick, glistening cock back into Shuhua, who moans in pure, unadulterated pleasure, no trace of her earlier pain remaining. Her body, now fully acclimated, welcomes him with a surprising eagerness, her own muscles clenching around him. She’s no longer the terrified girl from before; she's a convert. "Oh, daddy... yes... it feels... so good now," she gasps, her head falling forward, cheek pressed against the mattress. "So full... I love feeling you stretch me..."
He begins to fuck them both, a master of his craft, establishing a slow, brutal, possessive rhythm. He sinks deep into Shuhua's tight, welcoming heat for six long, powerful strokes, each one drawing a shaky, blissful moan from her lips. He watches her hips rock, her body surrendering to his invasion. Then, with a slick pull, he withdraws, leaving her whimpering.
"Please... more..." Shuhua whispers, her expression a broken, needy thing. "daddy, don't stop..."
He shifts, the head of his cock, now coated in a mixture of their juices, pressing against Yuqi's waiting, puckered entrance. He thrusts into her, and she lets out another delighted scream, her hips bucking to meet him. "YES! He's back! Fuck, yes, daddy, my turn! Pound my ass, please! Forget about her, I'm the one who really wants it!"
He gives her five hard, fast thrusts, her energetic body matching his rhythm perfectly, her bubbly enthusiasm a stark contrast to Shuhua's dazed, sensual surrender. The sight of them side-by-side, reacting so differently to his cock, is an incredible turn-on. His powerful body works like a piston between their two eagerly receiving asses, the camera capturing the incredible sight of his one cock servicing two of K-pop’s biggest stars simultaneously.
"That's it, slave," Soyeon commands from behind the camera. "Work them both. Show them what a good toy you are. A few for Shuhua, make her remember how good it feels to be stretched. Then a few for Yuqi, reward her for being such an enthusiastic little slut. This is perfect."
He pulls out of Yuqi, who again protests loudly. "No, daddy, you bastard! You can't just give me a little taste and then leave! My pussy is getting so wet listening to you fuck Shuhua-unnie!"
He sinks back into Shuhua, who lets out a sigh of pure relief, her body melting around him. "Thank you, daddy... thank you..." she moans. "I was so empty without you inside me. Please don't leave me again."
Minnie is practically writhing on the bed. "Oh my god, listen to them! They're both begging like little whores for your dick! Shuhua sounds so pathetic and needy, I love it! And Yuqi is so demanding! Fuck them, daddy! Fuck them until they can't remember their own names! Turn them into your mindless, ass-fucked little dolls!"
Your fingers inside Tzuyu are mimicking this teasing rhythm, sometimes deep and slow, stretching her, then shallow and quick, rubbing against her g-spot, driving her absolutely wild. She’s panting against your shoulder, her body slick with sweat, her cunt so incredibly wet it feels like fucking silk around your digits.
“Oh god… watching them… watching you with them like that…” Tzuyu gasps. “It… it reminds me…” She hesitates, a new kind of blush creeping up her neck. “Remember that night? After your friend's party? We were so drunk… and we were talking… things got a little… spicy.”
“Vaguely. My memory of that night involves a lot of cheap wine and you trying to teach me a TikTok dance in the kitchen at 3 AM. What spicy conversation are we talking about, baby?” You slide your fingers out of her almost completely, just the tips teasing her entrance, before slowly pressing back in, making her gasp.
“You… you said…” she swallows hard, her eyes flicking between the screen and your face, “you said you wanted to try… that… with me.” Her gaze darts to the screen where your video-self is now gripping Shuhua’s hips, his pace quickening. “Anal. You said you’d always wondered what my ass would feel like wrapped around your cock.”
“Ah,” you murmur, a slow smile spreading across your face. “That conversation. I remember you got very quiet all of a sudden. Practically sobered up on the spot.” You nuzzle her neck, inhaling her scent. “You never really told me why you shut that down so fast, just changed the subject to needing more pizza rolls.”
“I… I was scared,” Tzuyu whispers, and her admission is practically inaudible over Yuqi’s increasingly loud moans from the laptop. “I wanted to… god, even then, the thought of it… it made me feel… tingly. But then I thought about… about how big you are, your cock…” She shudders, not entirely from fear. “I just… I didn’t think I could take it. I thought it would hurt too much, that I’d tear or something. I was embarrassed to even admit I was curious.”
“Oh, baby,” you murmur, your fingers pausing their movement inside her. You shift slightly, propping yourself up on an elbow so you can look her in the eyes. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen, her pupils blown wide. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. And it’s natural to be a little scared of something new, especially something that seems… intense.” You lean in and kiss her deeply, a slow, tender kiss that’s meant to reassure. “But look at them,” you whisper against her lips, gesturing with your chin towards the laptop. “Look at Shuhua now. She was terrified, remember? And listen to her.”
On the screen, your video-self has Shuhua’s small waist in a vice grip, his thrusts deep and powerful. “Oh daddy! Yes! Right there! Fuck! Deeper! I’m… I’M SO FUCKING CLOSE! DON’T STOP!” With a few more brutal, perfectly aimed thrusts, her whole body locks up, her back arching impossibly high as a shattering orgasm rips through her, her screams echoing.
Tzuyu watches, mesmerized, her own body trembling in sympathy. “She… she really liked it,” she breathes, a sense of awe in her voice. “Even after being so scared.”
“Exactly,” you say softly, resuming your fingering, a slow, deliberate glide in and out of her slick heat. “And if you ever wanted to try… truly wanted to… we would go so slow. So much lube, so much preparation. I would never, ever hurt you, Tzuyu. It would be all about your pleasure, making you feel good. And honestly?” You lean in, “the thought of my cock sliding into your tight, virgin ass… it’s one of the hottest fucking things I can imagine. If you wanted it, baby, it would be an absolute pleasure to fuck that sweet ass of yours.”
A choked sob escapes Tzuyu’s lips, and she nods frantically, tears welling in her eyes; tears of arousal, of relief, of burgeoning excitement. “Yes… please… I… I think I really want to.”
“Good girl.”
On the laptop, Shuhua is a spent, quivering mess. Your video-self pulls out of her slowly, his cock glistening. Yuqi, who has been watching with rapt attention while rubbing her own clit, immediately scrambles closer. “Me next, daddy! Oh my god, that was incredible! Shuhua-unnie, you were so loud! Now make me scream like that! Please, fuck my ass until I can’t walk!” She’s practically bouncing with eagerness.
Your video-self needs no further encouragement.
He repositions behind Yuqi, who arches her back, presenting her ass with enthusiasm. He plunges into her with a single, powerful stroke, and Yuqi lets out a whoop of pure joy. “Yes! Oh fuck, daddy! It’s SO good! Just like that!” She’s already grinding back against him, her fingers working her clit with frantic speed. “Soyeon-unnie, are you getting this?!” she yells. “This is the best feeling in the world! Everyone should try anal with daddy’s giant cock!” The scene is a whirlwind of motion and sound, your video-self pounding into Yuqi’s ass, her body bucking and spasming as she rides her own fingers and your invading dick towards a spectacular climax. Within minutes, she’s screaming her release, her whole body drenched in sweat, her clit visibly throbbing as she comes hard.
Tzuyu is panting, her hips bucking against your hand. “They’re so… uninhibited,” she gasps. “Saying exactly what they want… doing what they want… God, it’s… liberating just to watch.”
The video shifts again. Soyeon’s voice, cool and authoritative, cuts through Yuqi’s fading moans. “Alright, my little sluts, you’ve had your fun. Miyeon, take the camera. My turn to play with our favorite toy.” Soyeon hands the camera to Miyeon, whose face is flushed with a knowing smirk. Shuhua and Yuqi, looking utterly wrecked but blissfully satisfied, scramble to make room on the bed. Then, Soyeon turns to your video-self. She doesn’t ask; she commands. With a surprisingly strong shove, she pushes your video-self backwards. He stumbles, then falls back onto the mattress, landing on his back. Soyeon stands over him, a queen surveying her conquest. She grabs the lube bottle. Your video-self’s cock is still impressively hard, glistening with the juices of Shuhua and Yuqi.
Soyeon slowly, deliberately, drizzles fresh, cool lube over the head and shaft. She then straddles his hips, her own perfect, tight asshole hovering just above his waiting dick. She reaches down, takes his thick, lubed cock in her hand, and with a slow, deliberate movement, positions the head right at her own entrance. Her eyes lock with his. “You ready to be mommy’s good boy again?” she purrs.
The image on the laptop screen is electrifying. Soyeon, perched atop your video-self, is a vision of absolute control. She moves with a practiced, fluid grace, her hips rolling and bucking, taking every inch of his cock deep into her ass with an expression of intense concentration mixed with undeniable pleasure. Her hands are braced on his shoulders, her knuckles white, not for balance, but for leverage, for dominance. Your video-self is flat on his back, his own expression a mixture of pained ecstasy and complete surrender as Soyeon rides him like she was born for it.
“Wow…” Tzuyu breathes. Your fingers are still deep inside her, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that keeps her simmering. “Soyeon… she’s… incredible. The way she moves, her confidence… she’s not just fucking you, she’s owning you.”
“She is, isn’t she? Soyeon’s a force of nature, baby. In every sense of the word. Truly amazing. She always knew exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it.” You slide your fingers a little deeper, brushing against her cervix, and Tzuyu gasps, her hips bucking slightly. “Does her being in charge like that… does it do something for you, Tzuyu?”
Before Tzuyu can answer, the girls in the video start chanting. “Fuck him, Soyeon-unnie! Fuck daddy good!” Yuqi yells, her face flushed with excitement. Shuhua is nodding eagerly beside her, her eyes wide. Minnie chimes in: “Yeah, Unnie! Make him beg! Show him who’s boss!”
Soyeon smirks, a predatory glint in her eyes, but she doesn’t break her rhythm. Then, she looks directly at your video-self. “You hear that, slave? They want me to fuck you senseless.” She leans down. “But first… I think my good boy needs a little treat. A taste of his adoring fans.” She glances over at Minnie. “Minnie-yah, you first. Come give daddy a proper offering.”
Minnie’s eyes light up. She scrambles closer, leans over your video-self’s face, puckers her lips, and a thick string of saliva arcs from her mouth directly into his open, waiting one. Your video-self swallows, a small groan escaping him. “Good girl,” Soyeon purrs. “Yuqi, you’re next. Make it juicy for him.” Yuqi, giggling, follows suit, her spit landing with a wet smack. Shuhua, looking a little shy but determined, leans in and adds her own offering. Finally, Soyeon looks at Miyeon, who’s still expertly handling the camera. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this, Miyeon-ah. Get over here and give daddy what he deserves. Make sure the camera catches it all.”
Miyeon, ever the professional, keeps the camera steady on your video-self’s face with one hand while she leans in, angles herself perfectly, and lets a generous stream of spit fall into his mouth.
Tzuyu is watching this, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted. She looks… utterly enchanted. A strange, almost unreadable expression on her face. “They… they all spat in your mouth,” she whispers, as if trying to process the sheer audacity of it. “And you just… took it. You liked it.”
“I loved it.” You shift your fingers inside her, pressing them upwards, rubbing against the sensitive wall of her g-spot. “Being used like that, by all of them… it’s a rush. Does the thought of that… spitting… intrigue you, Tzuyu? The idea of someone having that kind of… intimate power over another?”
Her breath hitches. “I… I don’t know,” she stammers, but her eyes are still glued to the screen, where Soyeon, having ensured your video-self has been thoroughly ‘seasoned’, leans down and captures his mouth in a deep, wet, open-mouthed kiss. It’s a kiss that’s more about claiming than affection, Soyeon’s tongue plunging into his, tasting her own girls’ spit mingled with his. All the while, her hips continue their relentless, grinding assault on his cock, buried deep in her ass.
“It’s… intense,” Tzuyu finally manages. “The thought of… tasting someone like that… or being tasted… after…” She trails off, a dark blush staining her cheeks. “And her kissing him, with all of their… essences… it’s so… possessive. So dominant.”
“Is that what you find enchanting, baby?” you probe gently, your fingers now moving in a steady, circular motion inside her, stoking the flames. “Soyeon’s dominance? Or is it something about the… shared intimacy of it all? The fluids?”
Tzuyu moans softly, a confused, aroused sound. “Both, I think. The power she has… it’s undeniably hot. But then… the spitting, the kiss… it’s so… primal. So degrading, but in a way that seems to make you even more hers.” She shivers. “I… I’ve sometimes wondered… what it would be like… to be that… free. To do something so… forbidden. Or to have it done to me.”
Your video-self is clearly nearing his limit. His groans are louder now, his hips starting to buck up to meet Soyeon’s thrusts. Soyeon picks up the pace, her movements becoming faster, harder, her own breathing growing ragged. “He’s close!” Yuqi shrieks excitedly. “Unnie, he’s gonna cum! Make him shoot it all inside you!”
“Cum for mommy, slave!” Soyeon commands. “Give me every last drop of that hot load you’ve been saving for me!”
“Mommy!” your video-self roars. “Fuck, mommy, I’m cumming!”
Soyeon rides him with a final, furious burst of speed, her hips moving with an almost impossible skill, milking his cock, her own eyes squeezed shut, a mask of intense concentration. His body arches off the bed, a long, shuddering groan tearing from his throat as he floods her asshole with his hot seed. The sensation, the sight, the sheer intensity of his release clearly pushes Soyeon over the edge too. A split second later, she screams, a beautiful, melodic sound that’s pure, unadulterated bliss, her inner muscles clenching violently around his still-pulsing cock as she achieves her own powerful anal orgasm. She collapses onto his chest, a boneless, panting heap, her body trembling.
The other girls erupt in cheers and applause. “Yes, Unnie! You did it!” Minnie shouts. “You made daddy your cumdump!”
Tzuyu is practically vibrating against your hand, her own breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “you called her mommy,” she whispers, her eyes glazed. “And she made you cum inside her… and she came too… oh god…” The combination of the dirty talk, the power dynamic, and the simultaneous orgasms has clearly hit a nerve. Your fingers are working her relentlessly now, pushing her closer and closer to her own edge.
After a moment, Miyeon’s voice, still a little breathless, comes from behind the camera. “Okay, okay, break it up, lovebirds! Let’s see the damage! Soyeon-unnie, show us what daddy gave you!”
Soyeon, with a tired but triumphant smile, slowly, almost theatrically, lifts herself off your video-self’s cock. As his thick, spent shaft slides out of her, a thick, creamy torrent of white cum begins to ooze from her stretched asshole, running down between her thighs. It’s a lot. Hot and viscous.
“Whoa!” Yuqi exclaims. “Look at all that! daddy really filled you up, Unnie!”
Shuhua, ever helpful, gently spreads Soyeon’s ass cheeks, revealing the glistening, cum-coated entrance. Without a word, Minnie and Yuqi are there, their heads bent, tongues darting out to lick up the leaking seed from Soyeon’s flesh, from the base of your video-self’s cock, catching every stray drop. Miyeon zooms in, capturing their eager, lapping tongues in graphic detail. “Mmm, tastes so good,” Minnie hums, her voice muffled. “daddy’s cum is the best.” Yuqi nods in agreement, her face a mess of semen and saliva. Then, they turn to each other, their lips meeting in a slow, sensual, cum-flavored kiss, their tongues tangling right in front of the camera.
Tzuyu lets out a strangled sound, something between shock and raw, undeniable arousal. “They’re… they’re licking it up… from her… and kissing…” Her hips are bucking wildly against your fingers now, her pussy clenching and unclenching. “That’s… so incredibly filthy… so fucking hot…” Her voice breaks on a sob. “I… I want to be that shameless… I want to taste you like that… from someone else… or… or have them taste you from me… Oh god, what is wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you, baby,” you groan, your own cock stone hard in your pants, your control rapidly slipping. “You’re just finally admitting what you want. And it’s fucking beautiful.”
Her eyes, wild and dark, lock onto yours. Then, with a surge of newfound boldness, Tzuyu leans up and kisses you, a deep, searching kiss that tastes of her own slick arousal and the remnants of her shocked, breathless words. When she finally pulls back, a slow, genuine smile spreads across her flushed face.
“Okay,” she breathes after pulling back. “Okay. Another one. Please. And…” she bites her lip, a flicker of shyness returning, quickly overwhelmed by a wave of heat in her eyes, “can you… will you go back to…?” She gestures vaguely downwards, towards her own still-throbbing, exquisitely sensitive cunt. “Your mouth… it felt so good.”
“Anything for you, my curious little explorer,” you murmur. You reach for the laptop, your other hand already gently parting her thighs again. “And I think I have just the thing. This next one… it’s a little different. A change of pace. You might find it… enlightening.” You select a new file, hit play, and then, with a groan of pure pleasure that’s entirely your own, you bury your face between her legs, your tongue immediately finding her clit, flicking and laving with renewed devotion. Tzuyu gasps, her fingers instantly tangling in your hair, her hips starting to rock against your mouth.
On the screen, the new video flickers to life. The camera is static this time, positioned on a tripod, offering a wide, clear view of a luxurious hotel room. Your video-self is sitting on the edge of a large bed, looking surprisingly… docile. Soyeon and Minnie are on either side of him, their expressions mischievous and full of playful intent. In their hands are two pair of gleaming, metallic handcuffs. Miyeon, Shuhua and Yuqi are lounging on a nearby armchair, watching the proceedings with undisguised amusement, like spectators at a particularly interesting show.
“Right then, our favorite boy toy,” Soyeon announces as she dangles the handcuffs in front of your video-self’s face. “We’ve decided you’ve been a little too in control lately. Time for a change of management, wouldn’t you say, Minnie-yah?”
Minnie giggles, her eyes sparkling. “Definitely, Unnie! He needs to learn his place. And I think his place today is… thoroughly restrained.” She takes one of your video-self’s wrists and, with a flourish, snaps one cuff around it, and then she ties the other one to the headboard. Soyeon mirrors the action on the other side. Within moments, your video-self’s hands are cuffed to the bed.
Tzuyu lets out a soft, involuntary whimper. Her clit swells under your tongue. You can feel the shift in her arousal, a new, sharper intensity. Her hips are grinding against your face with more purpose now. Through the haze of her pleasure, she manages to gasp, “You… they handcuffed you… you’re… submissive.” There’s a strange, breathless quality to her voice, shock and burgeoning, undeniable horniness. “Did you like it?”
You pause your licking for a moment, just long enough to look up at her, your chin still resting on her damp thigh. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated, fixed on the screen. “Did I like being handcuffed, baby?” you murmur. “Oh, I fucking loved it. Having them take control like that… knowing I was completely at their mercy… it was an incredible turn-on.” You dip your head again, sucking her clit deep into your mouth, and she cries out, a raw, needy sound.
On screen, Soyeon and Minnie are now maneuvering your video-self so his cuffed hands are secured to the ornate headboard of the bed, stretching his arms above his head, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable. He’s not fighting it; in fact, there’s a small, almost eager smile playing on his lips.
“Perfect,” Soyeon declares with satisfaction, stepping back to admire their handiwork. “Now he looks like a proper offering.”
Shuhua, Yuqi and Miyeon, who had been watching with barely suppressed giggles, now approach the bed. Miyeon kneels down right in front of your video-self’s exposed, already hardening cock. Shuhua kneels beside her. “Well, look what we have here,” Miyeon purrs, her fingers ghosting over his shaft. “All tied up and ready for worship. You’ve been a very good boy, daddy, letting us do this to you.”
Shuhua, less talkative but equally enthusiastic, leans in and takes the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue immediately getting to work. Miyeon joins her a second later, her lips closing around the base, their heads bobbing in a delightful, slobbery rhythm. They suck and lick with a focused intensity, their cheeks hollowing, their eyes occasionally flicking up to meet his, a silent acknowledgment of his captive state. Yuqi is practically bouncing in her seat. “Oh my god, yes! Look at them go! He can’t even move his hands to touch them! This is amazing!”
Your tongue is working overtime on Tzuyu, slow, deep laps from her clit down to her perineum, then back up to suck and nibble with maddening precision. She’s moaning constantly now, soft, broken sounds that tell you she’s getting closer. But you’re holding her back, teasing her, letting the video build the tension.
“They’re… they’re so good to you… even when you're tied up,” Tzuyu pants. “You look… helpless… but you're clearly enjoying it so much.” A strange thought flickers through her mind, a fleeting image of you, the real you, tied up like that, her hands exploring your body, her mouth…
Just as your video-self looks like he’s about to lose it from the combined oral assault, Soyeon reappears in the frame. She’s holding something black and menacingly phallic: a large, realistic-looking strap-on dildo, already gleaming with lube. A wicked grin spreads across her face. “Alright, girls, playtime is evolving,” she announces. She adjusts the straps of the harness around her own hips. “Now, who wants to ride mommy, and who wants to keep daddy company?”
Minnie’s hand shoots up instantly. “Me! I want to ride mommy! Please, Unnie, let me feel that big cock of yours!” Her eyes are practically sparkling with depraved excitement.
Shuhua, her mouth still slick from your video-self’s cock, looks up with wide, pleading eyes. “Can I… can I ride daddy, Unnie? Please? He feels so good, and I want to feel him inside me while he’s tied up like this.”
Soyeon nods, her grin widening. “Excellent choices. Form an orderly queue, ladies.” She gestures to the bed. With a little shimmy, she lies down on her back next to your video-self, the strap-on cock jutting proudly upwards. Minnie scrambles onto the bed and eagerly positions herself over Soyeon’s artificial erection, her wet cunt already glistening. Shuhua, with a triumphant look, climbs onto your video-self’s lap, carefully guiding his still-throbbing, cuffed-and-helpless cock towards her own eager entrance.
Yuqi, meanwhile, have abandoned her armchair and are now curled up at the foot of the bed with Miyeon, their arms around each other, their free hands already disappearing between their own legs as they watch the impending dual-penetration scene. “Oh, this is going to be epic,” Yuqi breathes. Miyeon just nods, her lips already parted in a silent moan.
Tzuyu is practically levitating off the bed, your mouth still working its magic on her. “A… a strap-on…” she gasps. “Soyeon’s going to… fuck Minnie with that? While Shuhua rides… you?” The sheer audacity of the scene, the layers of kink (submission, voyeurism, group sex, strap-on play) are clearly overloading her senses in the best possible way. “It’s… it’s so much… so incredibly decadent…”
On screen, Minnie lets out a delighted squeal as she slowly lowers herself onto Soyeon’s strap-on, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Oh, fuck, Unnie! Yes! It feels so real! So big!” She starts to bounce, her small breasts jiggling. Simultaneously, Shuhua, with a sigh of pure bliss, sinks down onto your video-self’s cock, her tight cunt enveloping him. Your video-self groans, his head thrashing against the pillows, his helpless state only seeming to amplify his pleasure and hers. The video now shows a scene with multiple things happening simultaneously: Minnie riding Soyeon’s strap-on with wild abandon on one side, and Shuhua expertly grinding on your video-self’s captive cock on the other, while Miyeon and Yuqi provide a chorus of moans and encouraging dirty talk as they pleasure themselves.
Your tongue is a relentless engine of pleasure against Tzuyu’s clit, on screen, Minnie is riding Soyeon’s thick strap-on with a fierce, almost desperate energy, her face flushed, eyes half-closed in ecstasy while Soyeon squeezes her small breasts. Beside them, Shuhua is a revelation. Mounted on your cuffed, helpless video-self, she’s moving with a newfound confidence, her hips rolling and grinding, her earlier shyness completely obliterated by a raw, possessive hunger. Her hands are braced on your video-self’s chest, her knuckles white as she works his cock, her moans a steady, guttural counterpoint to Minnie’s higher-pitched cries.
Miyeon and Yuqi are a tangled, giggling heap at the foot of the bed, their hands busy on each other and themselves. “Oh my god, look at Shuhua go!” Yuqi gasps, her own fingers slick between her thighs. “She’s fucking him like she owns him! Who knew our little innocent maknae was such a secret slut?”
Miyeon groans, her head thrown back as Yuqi’s fingers find her clit. “She’s… amazing… And Minnie, fuck, she’s going to break Soyeon’s dick off if she keeps that up!” They’re both panting, their eyes glued to the dual performance, their own pleasure feeding off the intensity of the scene.
Your mouth is working Tzuyu with an almost religious fervor, your lips sucking, your tongue swirling, teasing the very edge of her orgasm. “They’re… both so… into it,” Tzuyu manages to pant as you momentarily lift your head, though your fingers take over, two of them sliding deep inside her, your thumb resuming its relentless circling of her clit. “Shuhua… she’s completely different. So… dominant with you.”
“She found her calling, didn’t she?” you murmur, your breath hot against her inner thigh before you dip your head again, taking her whole clit into your mouth, sucking hard. She screams, a muffled, ecstatic sound.
In the video, Soyeon watches Shuhua with a critical, appraising eye. “Alright, Shuhua-yah,” Soyeon calls out, voice sharp over Minnie’s increasingly frantic moans. “You’re doing well, but you’re still being too… polite. daddy here needs to be reminded who’s in charge. He’s been a very naughty boy, letting himself get tied up like this, hasn’t he?” She looks at your video-self. “He needs a little… punctuation. Slap his face. Hard.”
Shuhua visibly flinches, her rhythm faltering. Her eyes dart nervously between Soyeon and your video-self’s face. “Slap… slap him, Unnie?” she whispers, her newfound confidence wavering. “But… I don’t want to hurt him…”
Your video-self immediately chimes in. “Yes, please, Shuhua-yah! Do it! I deserve it! I’ve been so bad, letting myself be your helpless toy! Punish me! Make me feel it!” His eyes are wide, pleading, a masochistic eagerness burning within them.
Tzuyu gasps against your mouth, her body tensing. “You… you want her to?” she whispers. Your tongue gives her clit a particularly sharp flick in response.
Shuhua, emboldened by your video-self’s plea, takes a shaky breath. She raises a hesitant hand and delivers a light, almost apologetic tap to his cheek. It barely makes a sound.
Soyeon scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Pathetic! Is that the best you can do? Minnie!” she barks, her attention snapping to the girl currently bouncing enthusiastically on her strap-on. “Show this timid little kitten how a real bitch marks her property!”
Minnie, caught up in her own pleasure, misinterprets. With a wild grin, she reaches out and delivers a surprisingly sharp slap right across Soyeon’s cheek.
Soyeon freezes mid-thrust, her eyes wide with shock, then narrowing into a furious glare. “NOT ME, YOU DUMB BITCH!” she roars. “HIM!” She points a finger imperiously at your video-self.
The entire room erupts in laughter. Yuqi and Miyeon are practically hysterical, clutching their stomachs. Minnie’s face flames crimson, but she’s laughing too. “Oh my god, Unnie, I’m so sorry!” she gasps out between peals of laughter. “I just… got carried away!” She quickly turns her attention to your video-self and, with a renewed, almost vicious energy, cracks him across the face with a slap that echoes through the room. A bright red handprint blooms instantly on his cheek.
Your video-self groans, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Fuck, yes! Thank you, Minnie! That was perfect!” His eyes flick to Shuhua, burning with a new intensity. “Your turn again, Shuhua-yah! Don’t be afraid! Show me how much you want to own me!”
Tzuyu is squirming under your mouth, her pussy incredibly slick, her moans becoming more desperate. “The slap… you actually liked it…” she pants. “It’s… it’s so wrong, but… god, seeing that red mark on your face… knowing you're tied up and asking for it…”
“Does it make you wet, baby?” you murmur, pulling back just enough to look at her. “The thought of me being humiliated like that? Of you being the one to do it?”
Shuhua, her face set with a new determination, takes a deep breath. She raises her hand and brings it down hard across your video-self’s other cheek. This time, the sound is sharp, authoritative. Your video-self lets out a choked gasp, his head snapping to the side. A look of fierce triumph flashes in Shuhua’s eyes.
“Yes!” Soyeon approves, a satisfied smirk on her face. “That’s more like it! Again!”
Shuhua doesn’t hesitate this time. Another slap, then another, each one harder than the last. She’s straddling your video-self, her hips still grinding against his cock, but her focus is now on his face, on the act of marking him, claiming him. A guttural sound rips from her throat. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, you pathetic little toy?” she snarls, almost unrecognizable. “You like being my bitch, don’t you? Taking my slaps while I ride your helpless cock?” She punctuates each insult with another stinging slap.
Your video-self is moaning, a litany of “Yes, Mistress Shuhua,” “Please, more,” “I’m your property.”
“Holy fuck,” Tzuyu breathes. “Shuhua… she’s… she’s incredible. So dominant… so cruel… And he’s… he’s loving it.” Her own hips are bucking against your mouth, her clit throbbing, desperate for release.
Soyeon, clearly pleased with Shuhua’s transformation, turns her attention back to Minnie. She reaches down and gives Minnie’s ass a hard, stinging slap of her own. “Alright, you little sex maniac, you’re not getting off that easy! Faster! Ride mommy’s cock like you mean it! I want to feel you cumming all over me!”
Minnie, jolted by the slap, lets out a yelp and then redoubles her efforts, her hips a frantic blur on Soyeon’s strap-on. “Yes, mommy! I’m so close! Fuck!” Her eyes are rolling back in her head. Just as she’s about to tip over the edge, Soyeon’s hand snakes up and closes around her throat, squeezing, not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to restrict her breath, to intensify the sensation. Minnie lets out a strangled, ecstatic cry, her body convulsing violently as a powerful orgasm rips through her, her eyes rolling back completely white for a moment.
Simultaneously, Shuhua, fueled by her newfound dominance and the relentless friction, throws her head back and screams, her own orgasm tearing through her as she grinds down hard on your video-self’s cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from him and herself. She collapses onto his chest, panting, her body trembling, and then, with a surprising tenderness, she leans down and kisses him deeply, a possessive, claiming kiss.
Before anyone can even catch their breath, Yuqi and Miyeon are scrambling onto the bed. “Our turn!” Yuqi announces, playfully shoving a still-dazed Minnie off Soyeon’s lap. Miyeon does the same to Shuhua, who giggles weakly. “You two had your fun! Now it’s time for the real pros to show you how it’s done!” They quickly position themselves, Yuqi over Soyeon’s still-ready strap-on, and Miyeon over your video-self’s miraculously still-hard, captive cock.
With surprising agility, they both flip around, now facing away from their respective mounts, their asses presented in glorious, high-definition reverse cowgirl. Miyeon settles onto your video-self’s still-impressively-hard cock, her back to his chest, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage. Yuqi, with a delighted squeal, does the same on Soyeon’s strap-on, her perfectly round cheeks flexing as she impales herself. Their asses, tight and sculpted, sway in perfect, mesmerizing rhythm, a decadent visual feast for your video-self and Soyeon, and by extension, for you and a gasping Tzuyu.
By the way, your mouth is a furnace of pleasure against Tzuyu’s swollen clit. She’s bucking against you, her fingers tangled so tightly in your hair you’re surprised she hasn’t ripped clumps out. The sight of those two perfect, jiggling asses on the screen, combined with the feeling of your tongue working its magic, is clearly pushing her towards an precipice.
“Oh my god… look at them… their asses…” Tzuyu pants, each word punctuated by a desperate writhe of her hips. “They’re just… grinding on them… so shameless… Yuqi’s ass on that… that thing… and Miyeon… on you…” She lets out a shuddering gasp as you slide your tongue deep into her slick folds, then suck hard on her clit. “It’s too much… watching them… feeling you… knowing it’s your cock she’s taking…”
“Does it make you wet, baby?” you murmur, your lips brushing against her ultra-sensitive nub, tasting her copious arousal. “Knowing my dick is buried deep inside another woman’s tight cunt, even on a screen? Knowing she’s using my helpless, cuffed body for her pleasure?” You give her a particularly long, slow lick, and she whimpers, her whole body quivering.
On screen, Miyeon is a goddess of motion, her hips rolling and grinding with a practiced, sensual skill that speaks of complete confidence in her sexual prowess. She’s taking your video-self’s entire length, her back arched, her head thrown back, a cascade of dark hair tumbling down her spine. Each downward thrust makes her moan, a low, throaty sound that vibrates through the speakers. Your video-self is groaning beneath her, his own hips trying to buck upwards, but his cuffed hands strain uselessly against the headboard. “Fuck, Miyeon… you feel… incredible…” he pants. “So tight… so fucking good… riding me like you own me…”
“Oh, I do own you right now, daddy,” Miyeon purrs, not even bothering to look back at him, her focus entirely on her own pleasure and the sensation of his thick cock filling her. “Every inch of you. Especially this big, helpless dick. You’re just my fucktoy, tied up and waiting to be used.” She grinds down hard, a wicked smirk on her lips.
Beside them, Yuqi is a whirlwind of energetic, almost frantic motion on Soyeon’s strap-on. She’s bouncing and bucking, her hair flying, her giggles and squeals a stark contrast to Miyeon’s more sultry moans. “Oh, mommy Soyeon! Your cock is so amazing!” Yuqi yelps. “It feels so real! I’m gonna ride you all night long! Harder, mommy, fuck me harder with that big purple monster!”
Soyeon, lying back with an amused, almost regal expression, occasionally reaches out to slap Yuqi’s bouncing ass. “That’s it, my little slut. Take mommy’s dick. Show me how much you love it. You’re such a good little whore for my cock, aren’t you?”
Minnie and Shuhua, now somewhat recovered from their own recent exertions, are propped up on pillows at the foot of the bed, watching the dual performance with rapt attention, occasionally reaching out to touch each other, their fingers tracing patterns on sweat-slick skin. “Damn, look at Miyeon,” Minnie says. “She’s going to break him. He’s completely at her mercy.”
Shuhua nods, her eyes wide and still a little glazed. “And Yuqi… she’s like a little jackrabbit. Soyeon-unnie is going to wear her out.” She giggles, then leans over and whispers something in Minnie’s ear that makes Minnie burst out laughing and slap her playfully.
Your tongue continues its devoted worship of Tzuyu’s cunt. You can feel her coiling tighter and tighter, her inner muscles clenching around an imaginary cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “The way Miyeon’s talking to you… calling you her fucktoy…” Tzuyu pants. “And you… you just take it… you like it…”
“Being completely helpless while a beautiful woman uses my body for her pleasure?” you murmur against her clit, before giving it a sharp suck that makes her cry out. “What’s not to like, baby? The feeling of being utterly controlled, of surrendering completely… it’s a different kind of power. A different kind of ecstasy.”
“Fuck, baby… look at them…” Tzuyu pants as you momentarily lift your head, leaving a trail of her slickness on your chin. Your fingers immediately take over where your mouth left off, plunging deep into her soaking cunt. “The way they’re… using you… and Soyeon… Yuqi’s riding that… that purple cock like her life depends on it…”
“She’s always been an enthusiast, our little Yuqi,” you murmur. You can feel the tremors racking her body, the way her muscles clench around your invading fingers. “And Soyeon knows exactly how to push her buttons. Watch closely, Tzuyu. You might learn a thing or two about… buttons.” You dip your head again, your tongue darting out to lave her entire pussy before focusing once more on that pebble-hard nub, sucking it with a possessive force that makes her cry out.
On screen, Yuqi is indeed a blur of ecstatic motion, her small, tight ass bouncing furiously on Soyeon’s formidable strap-on. Sweat plasters her hair to her temples, and a continuous stream of high-pitched, breathless moans and giggles pours from her lips. “Oh, mommy Soyeon! Yes! YES! It’s so big! It fills me up so perfectly! You’re so much better than any real boy!” she shrieks, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Fuck me harder, mommy! Make your little slut scream!”
“Impatient little thing, aren’t you? You think you can handle mommy’s full attention? You want me to make you scream, Yuqi-ah? Are you sure you’re ready for what that entails?”
“Yes, mommy! Please!” Yuqi begs, her rhythm becoming even more frantic. “I’m so close! I can feel it! Just a little more! Please, Unnie, make me cum! I’ll do anything!”
Soyeon’s eyes narrow, a cruel, knowing glint appearing in their dark depths. “Anything, you say?” she purrs. Slowly, deliberately, she lifts her free hand, her fingers slick with Yuqi’s copious juices. She traces a line down Yuqi’s spine, making her shiver, then lower, over the swell of her ass cheeks. Yuqi lets out a confused, anticipatory whimper. Then, with a predatory smile, Soyeon slides her thumb directly into Yuqi’s tightly puckered, already clenching asshole.
Yuqi’s eyes fly wide open. A sound rips from her throat that’s unlike anything she’s uttered before; a raw, strangled shriek that’s part shock, part agony, and part the most intense pleasure imaginable. Her body goes completely rigid, her back arching like a bowstring, her ass grinding down onto the strap-on with a sudden, violent force as that unexpected, deeply invasive pressure on her backdoor catapults her into a different dimension of sensation. “Oh! My! Fuuuuuck! mommy! W-what are you doin—oh my fucking god, It's sooo good!”
“Just giving my good girl what she needs,” Soyeon murmurs, her thumb now working in slow, deliberate circles inside Yuqi’s ass, pressing against that sensitive, forbidden flesh. “You said you were close, didn’t you? mommy’s just… helping you find that special button.” She pushes her thumb a little deeper, and Yuqi’s screams dissolve into a series of shuddering, gasping sobs, her entire frame convulsing as an orgasm of seismic proportions tears through her. Her fluids gush down Soyeon’s thighs and the shaft of the strap-on, her body bucking and spasming uncontrollably for what feels like an eternity before she finally collapses, a boneless, whimpering heap, onto Soyeon’s chest.
Minnie and Shuhua, watching from the sidelines, are practically apoplectic with shared excitement. “Holy shit, did you see that?!” Minnie screeches, grabbing Shuhua’s arm. “Soyeon-unnie just fingered her ass while she was cumming! That’s… that’s genius! Evil genius!” Shuhua is speechless, her jaw slack, her eyes and a mischievous smile on her face.
Tzuyu, beneath you, is a trembling, overheated mess. Your tongue has been merciless, mirroring the intensity on screen, and the sight of Yuqi’s overwhelming, anally-stimulated orgasm has clearly resonated deep within her. “Her… her ass…” Tzuyu gasps. “Soyeon just… oh god… that looked so… intense. Yuqi’s face… I’ve never seen anyone come like that.” She twists her head, her eyes pleading, finding yours. “Does it… does it really feel that different? That… good?”
“It can, baby,” you murmur, your lips brushing her clit. “It’s a whole other set of nerves. A different kind of full. A different kind of… forbidden. Is that something you’re curious about now, Tzuyu? Feeling a finger… or more… sliding into your tight little backdoor while you come?” You don’t wait for an answer, just give her clit a possessive suck that makes her cry out, her hips bucking wildly.
Meanwhile, Miyeon has been methodically, relentlessly riding your video-self. Her pace is slower than Yuqi’s had been, more sensual, more controlled, but no less devastating. Each downward slide of her hips engulfs his cock completely, her inner muscles milking him. Your video-self is a wreck beneath her, his face contorted in a mask of helpless pleasure, his cuffed hands straining uselessly, his hips trying to meet her thrusts.
“Fuck, Miyeon… yes… don’t stop… you feel so fucking good…”
“Shhh, daddy,” Miyeon purrs as she grinds down on him, her eyes closed, lost in her own sensations. “Just lie there and take it. Let me use your helpless cock. Let me ride you until I’m satisfied. You’re all mine right now, aren’t you? My captive cock. My personal fuck machine.”
“Yes… fuck… yours…” he gasps, his control fraying rapidly. “Miyeon… please… I… I can’t hold back much longer… you’re too good… too tight…” His voice cracks, a note of genuine desperation creeping in. “If you keep this up… if you don’t slow down… I’m going to… I’m going to cum!” The warning is torn from him, a last-ditch effort to regain some semblance of control, but it’s clear he’s already lost.
Miyeon’s eyes snap open at his plea. But there is no concern in them, no hint of slowing down. Instead, a slow, wicked, utterly triumphant grin spreads across her beautiful, sweat-slicked face. She can feel his cock throbbing a desperate, frantic rhythm deep inside her, the unmistakable, tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm. She lets out a low, throaty laugh.
“Oh, are you now, my helpless little stud?” she purrs. “Perfect timing. Did I forget to mention? I’m ovulating. Right now. My eggs are just waiting, daddy. Begging for your hot seed.”
Before he can even process the terrifying implication, she deliberately, cruelly, increases her pace. Her hips become a furious, driving piston, her tight cunt clenching and unclenching around his straining shaft, milking him, torturing him. Each downward thrust is an explicit, possessive claiming of his body and his load.
“You think a warning is going to make me stop?” she grinds out, her own breath growing heavier. “Honey, that’s all the fucking encouragement I need! You’re not pulling out! You’re not going to waste a single drop!”
“Yes, unnie! Breed him!” Yuqi shrieks, practically bouncing with excitement. “Knock her up, daddy! Fill her womb with your baby batter!”
“Don’t you dare let him pull out, Miyeon!” Soyeon commands from her spot at the foot of the bed. “Ride that helpless cock until he blows his load! Make him give you every last drop! We want to see you leak his cum for days!”
Minnie claps her hands together, her eyes sparkling. "Put a baby in her, daddy! We can all be its aunties!"
“NO! Fuck! Miyeon! Please!” your video-self screams as he struggles uselessly against his cuffs, trying to pull away. But he is completely at her mercy. “I can’t… I’m gonna… FUCK!”
His desperate struggles only seem to fuel her. She rides him like a machine, her focus absolute, her body a perfect engine of pleasure. “That’s right, you fucking helpless stud!” she pants, her own pleasure building. “You’re going to shoot every last drop of your pathetic load deep inside me, right where I want it! You’re going to fill me up with your baby-making cum! You’re going to get me pregnant, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it!”
His hips buck violently, uncontrollably, his entire body going rigid as his orgasm finally rips through him, a helpless, explosive torrent of hot, thick semen flooding her deep, welcoming cunt. He roars, his essence pumping into her again and again in a seemingly endless flood.
The hot gush of his seed inside her is the final push Miyeon needs. She throws her head back and screams in pure triumph, her own body convulsing around his erupting cock as she meets his powerful release with her own shattering orgasm. She rides out his final, fading pulses, her inner muscles milking him dry, a look of supreme, almost divine satisfaction on her face as she feels him fill her completely.
“YES! That's it, daddy! fill me!” she shrieks. “Coat my fucking womb with your hot cum! Make me your baby mama!”
She collapses next to him, a panting, trembling, blissed-out mess, their sweat-slick bodies clinging together. For a long moment, the only sounds are their ragged gasps for air and the faint, celebratory giggles from the other girls. After she catches her breath, Miyeon slowly pushes herself up, propping herself on her elbows to look down at his face. Her hair is a mess, her makeup is smeared, and she’s never looked more beautiful. A soft, gentle, loving smile replaces her predatory grin.
She leans down and presses a tender kiss to his lips. “Just kidding, daddy,” she whispers sweetly, eyes twinkling with affection. “I’m on the pill.”
The sight of your video-self, cuffed and helpless, being forced to cum so completely inside Miyeon, the raw, explicit words, the sheer, unadulterated triumph on Miyeon’s face as she takes his entire load… it’s the final, devastating blow to Tzuyu’s already crumbling defenses. Her body is a taut, vibrating bowstring against your mouth. Her own orgasm is a roaring inferno, a supernova of sensation threatening to consume her. “Oh, god… you… you came inside her… she made you…” she gasps. “I’m… I’m going to…”
And with a final, lingering, possessive suck on that engorged, pleading nub, you lift your head, pulling your mouth away from her just as the first tremors of her release begin to shake her core.
“N-no… please…” Tzuyu whimpers, her eyes flying open, wide and wild and desperate, staring at you in sheer, uncomprehending disbelief. Her body is still spasming, her breath catching in ragged, frustrated sobs. Sweat slicks her entire frame, her hair plastered to her temples, her chest heaving. She looks utterly debauched, completely undone, and more beautiful than you’ve ever seen her.
You lean close to her, your lips brushing against her ear. “Not yet, my sweet, greedy girl,” you whisper, your fingers still teasing the entrance to her slick, swollen cunt. “Patience. We have so, so much more to explore. You can’t possibly cum yet”
“No… you can’t… I was right there,” she whimpers. “Please, I need to… I need to cum. I can’t take it anymore. The heat… it’s unbearable. Please, baby, just… just let me finish.” She’s practically begging, her hips making small, involuntary rocking motions against your hand, chasing that phantom pleasure that you so cruelly snatched away.
You lean down, your face just inches from hers. You look every bit the villain from a dark romance novel, and you know she’s both terrified and impossibly turned on by it. “I know, my sweet girl. I know you were right there,” you whisper. “I felt you trembling. I tasted you on the edge. It was exquisite.” You lean in and capture her mouth in a deep, punishing kiss, your tongue plundering hers, taking her desperate gasps for your own. When you pull back, a string of saliva connects your lips. “But you can wait,” you state, not as a request, but as a fact.
“You can wait just a little longer. Because there’s still something else. Another piece of the puzzle. Another lesson you need to learn before you can truly let go.” You slide your fingers out of her, ignoring her pitiful whimper of protest, and reach for the laptop. “You have to hold on, Tzuyu. Trust me. Build it up. Let it simmer. Think about how good it’s going to feel when I finally, finally let you fall apart completely.”
She stares at you, her chest heaving, her mind reeling. Every instinct is screaming at her to protest, to demand release. But looking into your eyes, seeing the dark promise there, seeing the absolute certainty… a different, deeper part of her responds. A part that is realizing, with a terrifying thrill, that it loves being denied, that it craves this exquisite torture, that it wants to surrender completely to your control. With a shuddering sigh that’s more submission than resignation, she nods.
“Okay,” she whispers. “Okay… for you. I… I can take it.” She swallows, her gaze flicking down to her own glistening, still-throbbing cunt, then back to you. “But you’re right… when I finally do… it’s going to be… overwhelming.”
“That’s the whole point, baby,” you grin, clicking on a new video file. “Welcome to the next lesson.” You resettle yourself between her open, trembling thighs, but you don’t touch her. Not yet. You just let her watch.
The new video opens on a scene that’s immediately more playful and relaxed than the last. The five members of I-DLE (all of them already naked, as usual), are all lounging on the bed with your video-self, who is sitting in the middle of them, looking a little overwhelmed but amused. They’re all laughing, their energy bright and conspiratorial. Minnie turns to the camera, which appears to be on a tripod again. “Okay! Get ready for a very, very special feature presentation!” she chirps. “This is going to be absolutely wonderful, I promise!”
Shuhua and Miyeon are zeroed in on your video-self’s ass. He’s wearing a pair of tight boxer briefs, and they’re making no secret of their admiration. Miyeon runs a perfectly manicured hand over the firm curve of his left cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. “Mmm, seriously, daddy’s got the best ass,” she declares to the camera. “It’s so big and muscular. Perfectly shaped.”
Shuhua nods in vigorous agreement, poking his other cheek. “So yummy! It’s like two perfect, hard peaches! I just want to bite it!” She giggles, then actually leans in and nips him playfully through the fabric, making him yelp and the other girls laugh.
Tzuyu lets out a small, involuntary giggle of her own, a brief respite from her overwhelming arousal. She’s always loved your ass. It’s one of her favorite things about your body, a fact she’s told you many times, usually accompanied by a possessive squeeze or a playful slap when she thought no one was looking. Seeing these world-famous idols fawning over it in the exact same way sends a strange, proprietary thrill through her. “They’re not wrong,” she whispers, almost to herself, her eyes tracing the familiar lines of your body on the screen.
Soyeon claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, alright, stop molesting the talent’s glutes,” she says, though a smirk plays on her lips. She turns to the camera, her expression turning theatrical. “Tonight, we’re going to prepare something really, really tasty. A brand-new recipe. You see, tonight… daddy is going to be our little girl.” The statement hangs in the air and, without giving anyone a moment to question it, she points a finger at your video-self. “On all fours. Now.”
Your video-self, with a look of resigned, almost eager submission, complies immediately, stripping off his boxer briefs and getting into position on the bed, his muscular, much-admired ass now perfectly, vulnerably presented to the camera.
Yuqi’s hand shoots up. “Ooh! Ooh! Can I prepare him, Unnie? Please? I’ll be so good at it!” she begs, practically bouncing on the mattress.
Soyeon grants her permission with a regal nod. As Yuqi scrambles into position behind your video-self, Miyeon moves to help, kneeling beside him and taking one of his ass cheeks in each of her hands, pulling them apart, spreading him wide open, exposing the tight, puckered little bud of his asshole to the camera.
Tzuyu goes completely still. Her breath catches in her throat. Her brain seems to short-circuit for a moment as it struggles to process what’s about to happen. She’s seen men’s asses in porn, of course, but it was always clinical, a detail on the screen, never the center of attention. This… this feels different. This is presentation. This is… worship. The sight of your asshole, so intimately, vulnerably exposed by Miyeon’s delicate hands, is something she never, ever conceived of seeing, let alone finding… arousing. But she can’t deny the sudden, sharp jolt of heat that shoots straight to her core.
Yuqi leans in, her face close to his exposed flesh, her own expression a mixture of intense curiosity and playful glee. She licks her lips, then, without any further hesitation, she presses her mouth against him and her tongue darts out, delivering a wet, exploratory lick right across his asshole.
Your video-self lets out a choked gasp, his entire body jolting from the unexpected, intensely intimate sensation. Yuqi giggles against his skin, then settles in, her tongue now working with a surprising expertise, lapping and swirling, dipping and tasting.
“That’s it, Yuqi-ah,” Soyeon purrs, watching with a satisfied, almost clinical interest. “Do a good job. Leave him nice and wet for me. mommy doesn’t like to work with dry ingredients.”
Tzuyu is utterly paralyzed. The sight is so far beyond anything she’s ever imagined, it’s like her brain has been wiped clean and rewritten with this one, singular, taboo image. You. Her boyfriend. The man she loves. On all fours, ass spread wide, being eaten out by a beautiful K-pop idol. It should be weird. It should be gross. But it’s not. It’s… undeniably, terrifyingly, incredibly fucking hot. The sheer power dynamic, the role reversal, the vulnerability of your position contrasted with the eager worship of Yuqi’s mouth… it’s captivating. It’s amazing.
As if sensing her mind being blown, you finally move, sliding your hand back between her thighs. You gently part her slick folds and slide two fingers inside her, beginning a slow, almost lazy rhythm, a stark contrast to the frantic energy of moments before. You’re not trying to push her over the edge now; you’re simply reminding her you’re there, grounding her in this new, bewildering sea of sensation.
In the video, your video-self is groaning, his head pressed into the mattress, his voice a strained, breathless thing. “Oh, fuck… Yuqi… holy shit…” he gasps. “Your tongue… it feels… oh my god, that feels so fucking good.”
Yuqi giggles again, her voice muffled against his skin. “Mmm, you taste good, daddy! Salty and so… manly! I love it!” She seems to be having the time of her life, her tongue becoming bolder, more insistent. She’s not just licking now; she’s sucking, her lips creating a gentle pressure around his asshole, her tongue darting inside with quick, shocking little probes that make him cry out. “I’m gonna make you so wet for mommy Soyeon! You’re gonna be my favorite lollipop!”
“Fuck, yes… lick me…” he moans. “Eat my ass, you good little slut…” His hips are starting to rock, an unconscious, helpless movement in time with her relentless tongue. The scene is one of pure, unadulterated, gender-bending taboo, and Tzuyu, despite her initial paralysis, is drinking in every single, filthy, mind-altering second.
“That’s it, Yuqi-ah, get right in there,” Miyeon encourages. “Don’t miss a single spot. We need him to be perfect for Soyeon-unnie.” She leans closer to your video-self’s ear, her hot breath ghosting against his skin. “You feel that, daddy? You feel her tongue all over your little hole? You like being mommy’s good little girl, don’t you? Getting your pussy eaten out for her?”
Your video-self can only manage a series of choked, guttural moans, his head buried in the plush duvet, his hips making small, involuntary circles, chasing the incredible sensation. “Fuck… yes… feels so… holy shit, Yuqi…” he gasps out with a pleasure so intense it’s borderline painful. “Your mouth… it’s… heaven… Don’t you ever stop, please…”
“Never, daddy!” Yuqi’s muffled voice promises from between his cheeks. She pulls back for a second, a mischievous grin on her face, a glistening sheen of saliva on her lips. “Your ass is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted! I could do this all day!” She dives back in with renewed vigor, her tongue now tracing the rim of his asshole with maddening precision before plunging as deep as it can go, eliciting a sharp, high-pitched cry of pure bliss from him.
Tzuyu watches, utterly transfixed, her body a strange mixture of rigid paralysis and trembling, uncontrolled arousal. Your fingers are still moving inside her, a slow, deep, almost lazy rhythm that does nothing to quell the raging fire inside her, but instead seems to stoke it, spreading it to every corner of her body. The sight on the screen is just so… alien. So taboo. Yet, the sounds of your video-self’s unrestrained pleasure are undeniable, and they’re resonating with something deep inside her, something she never knew existed.
While the main event continues, the camera’s wide shot captures a secondary scene unfolding. Soyeon is sitting up, now holding the formidable black strap-on dildo. Minnie and Shuhua are beside her, their roles now that of dutiful handmaidens preparing their queen for battle. “Okay, hold it steady,” Soyeon commands, and Minnie holds the base of the dildo while Shuhua helps Soyeon adjust the leather straps of the harness, pulling them tight around her lean hips.
“Wow, Unnie, it's even bigger than the old one!” Shuhua says as she runs a finger down the thick, veiny shaft of the dildo. “Are you really going to put all of that inside him?”
Minnie giggles, her eyes sparkling. “Of course she is! She’s going to make him scream! He won’t be able to walk straight for a week after mommy gets done with his little boy-pussy!”
Soyeon just smirks, a look of supreme confidence on her face as she cinches the final buckle. “He’ll take every inch,” she says. “And he’ll beg me for more. He always begs for more.”
Tzuyu gaze snaps from the screen to your face, then back again. Her own fingers come up to her lips, as if to stifle the words, but they tumble out anyway, a shocked, hesitant whisper.
“Wait…” she breathes. “You… the way Soyeon is talking… that thing she’s putting on… have you… have you already done this before? Has she… has she actually fucked your ass?”
You look into her eyes, seeing the genuine, almost fearful curiosity there. You give her a slow, knowing smile. “You’re a quick study, baby,” you murmur. You decide she’s earned more than a simple yes or no. She’s earned the story. “The very first time they decided I was going to be their ‘stress reliever’… this was part of the initiation. My final test, Soyeon called it.”
You resume your fingering, your pace matching the cadence of your story, each stroke a punctuation mark, each circular rub of your thumb on her clit a deep, thrumming underscore. “I was just as nervous as Shuhua was in that other video. Maybe more so. The idea of it… of being penetrated… it was completely alien. Terrifying, honestly.” Tzuyu’s eyes are locked on yours, her entire being focused on your words, her body unconsciously absorbing the narrative.
“They had me tied down, just like in that other video, but to a different bed, with silk scarves,” you continue. “Soyeon stood over me, wearing a strap-on similar to that one, only smaller, looking like some kind of dark goddess. She lubed me up herself, her fingers so slow, so deliberate. I was trembling, my heart was hammering against my ribs, I was so scared of the pain.” You can see Tzuyu’s own body tense in sympathy, her breath hitching. “And the beginning… it did hurt. A sharp, burning pressure, like I was going to split in two. I begged her to stop.”
“But she didn’t, did she?” Tzuyu whispers.
“No,” you say. “She didn’t. She held me down, whispered in my ear that I was her property, that my body was hers to use, and that I would learn to love it. And then… she pushed past the pain.” Your fingers inside Tzuyu mimic this, pushing just a little deeper, stretching her in a way that makes her gasp, a sound that’s half protest, half plea for more. “And once she was all the way inside me… god, Tzuyu… the pain just… melted away. It was replaced by this feeling of incredible… fullness. A pressure that wasn’t painful anymore, but deeply, profoundly pleasurable. It hit a spot deep inside me I never even knew existed. A man’s g-spot, I guess.”
You can feel Tzuyu’s pussy getting impossibly wetter, her juices flowing freely over your hand. Her hips are starting to move again, a slow, instinctive rocking. “Every time she thrusted, it was like a jolt of pure pleasure. It was overwhelming. I was completely at her mercy, completely filled by her, dominated in the most absolute way imaginable. And when I came… it wasn’t like a normal orgasm. It was deeper, coming from the very core of my body. It shattered me.” You lean in, your lips brushing hers. “I’ve never felt anything like it. And yes, baby… I fucking loved it.”
Tzuyu lets out a long, shuddering moan. “Oh my god,” she breathes, her eyes glazed over, a universe of newfound desire swirling in their depths. “To feel that… to be that full… that… helpless…” Her voice trails off, but her body says the rest, her cunt clenching desperately around your fingers, her hips bucking with a renewed, urgent need.
On the laptop, Yuqi is reaching the grand finale of her task. She’s been meticulous, her tongue laving every inch of your video-self’s flesh, her lips sucking and tasting, leaving him a moaning, quivering mess. The other girls are cheering her on, a chorus of lewd encouragement. “That’s it, Yuqi-ah! He’s sparkling!” Minnie yells. “I think he’s ready for the main course!” Miyeon adds, finally releasing his ass cheeks, which are now flushed a delicate pink.
Yuqi pulls back one last time. She turns to give a thumbs-up to a waiting, now fully-harnessed Soyeon. “All done, mommy!” she declares, voice ringing with pride. “I made him extra wet and ready for you! His little boy-pussy is practically begging for your big cock now!”
Your video-self is still on all fours, his ass glistening under the hotel room lights, his body trembling with the aftershocks of Yuqi’s talented tongue. On the bed beside him, Soyeon rises like a predator, the formidable black strap-on jutting from her hips, a clear and present threat. Her eyes are locked onto your video-self’s vulnerable, presented form.
Tzuyu, mesmerized, watches it all unfold, her breath caught somewhere in her chest. The story you just told her, of your own first time being pegged, is still echoing in her mind, layering a new, deeply personal context over the scene.
Soyeon stalks towards your video-self. She doesn’t rush. Every movement is deliberate, a testament to her absolute control. She picks up the bottle of lube from the bedside table and squirts a generous amount onto the head of her strap-on, rubbing it in with a slow, circular motion that is both practical and intensely provocative. Then, she kneels behind your video-self, her knees bracketing his thighs, claiming the space, owning him. She applies more lube directly to his ass, her fingers callously smearing the cold, slick gel over the sensitive, puckered flesh that Yuqi had so lovingly warmed up. Your video-self flinches, a choked gasp escaping him.
“Shhh,” Soyeon whispers. “mommy’s just making sure it’s nice and easy for you to take what you deserve.” She leans forward, pressing her body against his back, her firm breasts against his straining shoulder blades. “But don’t get me wrong. This won’t be easy. This is your purpose now. Your only purpose. To be a hole for my cock. Do you understand, my sweet little girl?”
“Yes… yes, mommy,” your video-self chokes out. “I understand… please… I’m ready for you…”
The other four girls have arranged themselves into a willing audience at the foot of the bed, a beautiful, tangled tableau of glistening limbs and hungry eyes. Minnie and Shuhua are curled up together, Minnie’s arm draped possessively over Shuhua’s waist, her fingers already starting to ghost over Shuhua’s breasts. Miyeon and Yuqi are sitting cross-legged, facing each other, so close their knees are touching, their hands already finding their own clits, their gazes locked on the impending penetration.
“Oh my god, she’s really going to do it,” Yuqi breathes. “She’s going to break him.”
Miyeon just nods, a slow, languid smile spreading across her face. “He’s going to love every second of it. And so are we.”
Soyeon positions the thick, intimidating head of the strap-on against his asshole. She pushes, just a little at first, stretching the entrance, making him gasp and clench. “Relax,” she commands. “Take a deep breath and open up for me. That’s a good girl.” Then, with a single, smooth, powerful thrust of her hips, she drives the dildo deep inside him.
Your video-self screams, a raw, piercing sound that’s equal parts pain and overwhelming, soul-shattering pleasure. His back arches violently, his entire body locked in a state of sensory overload. Soyeon holds him there for a moment, letting him feel the incredible fullness, the reality of her invasion, before slowly pulling out almost completely and then thrusting back in, this time even deeper.
Tzuyu lets out a sharp, choked cry, her own cunt clenching violently around your fingers. You feel the shift in her, the last vestiges of fear and hesitation being utterly annihilated by a tidal wave of raw, unfiltered lust. This is what she wanted to see. This is what she needed to feel. You increase the pace of your fingering, your movements becoming harder, faster, more demanding, matching the brutal, relentless rhythm Soyeon is establishing on screen.
“I… love this,” Tzuyu gasps, the confession torn from her, raw and honest. “Oh my god, baby… I love watching this. Hearing you… hearing you moan like that… so… so helpless under her…” Her hips are bucking against your hand now, a frantic, desperate rhythm. “It’s making me so fucking wet… please, don’t stop…”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” you groan . Seeing her like this, so open, so shamelessly enthralled by your submission, is an incredible turn-on. “God, Tzuyu, I love seeing you discover this side of yourself. So honest. So fucking horny. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Your fingers plunge deeper, faster, and she screams your name, her head thrashing on the pillows.
Soyeon is a machine. She’s fucking your video-self with a steady, punishing rhythm, her hips working with a tireless, athletic power. Her face is a mask of intense concentration, her body slick with a fine sheen of sweat. With every thrust, she whispers a fresh litany of humiliation into his ear. “That’s it, my little cunt… take mommy’s cock… every fucking inch… You were born for this, weren’t you? Just a hole for me to use… a pretty little thing for my girls to watch while I break you…”
“Yes, mommy! Thank you, mommy!” your video-self chants. “Please… fuck me harder… humiliate me… I’m nothing without your cock in my ass… nothing…”
The other girls are a chorus of moans and gasps. The sight of their powerful leader so thoroughly dominating their shared plaything has sent them into a frenzy of self-pleasure. Miyeon and Yuqi are now openly masturbating, their hands a blur against their pussies, their heads thrown back, their eyes glazed over. “Fuck, look at her go…” Miyeon pants. “She’s pounding him so hard… he’s taking it all…”
Minnie and Shuhua are no longer just touching. Minnie has Shuhua’s nipple in her mouth, sucking hard, while her other hand is rubbing Shuhua’s clit with a frantic energy. Shuhua is grinding against Minnie’s hand, her own fingers tangled in Minnie’s hair, her moans harmonizing with the rhythmic slap of Soyeon’s thighs against your video-self’s ass.
Soyeon changes the angle, pulling out slightly and then driving back in from the side, a move that hits a different spot, a deeper spot, and elicits a whole new level of screaming from your video-self. She starts slapping his ass in time with her thrusts, the sharp, stinging slaps leaving angry red welts on his already flushed skin. “You feel that?!” she grunts, her own breathing growing heavier. “That’s me marking you! You’re mine! My property! My fuck-slut! Now scream for me! Scream so all my pretty girls can hear how much you love being mommy’s little bitch!”
He obliges, his screams echoing through the room, a raw, uninhibited testament to his complete and utter surrender. The sight, the sounds, the sheer, overwhelming intensity of the scene is pushing Tzuyu to the absolute brink. Her entire body is coiled tight, a spring of pure, unadulterated sexual energy. Her moans are constant now, her pussy clenching and unclenching around your fingers with a desperate, frantic rhythm. She’s closer than she’s ever been, her world narrowing to the sight of your submission on the screen and the feeling of your relentless fingers inside her. She can feel the orgasm building, a massive, unstoppable wave cresting within her, promising a release so powerful it might just tear her apart.
Soyeon is fucking your video-self with a brutal, commanding rhythm, each thrust of her hips a clear statement of ownership, each slap of the thick strap-on against his ass a punctuation mark in her sermon of dominance.
The other girls are a beautiful, writhing chorus of encouragement. They’ve formed a sort of decadent daisy chain at the foot of the bed, a tangle of limbs and glistening skin. Miyeon is lying on her back, her legs spread wide, while Yuqi kneels between them, her mouth working skillfully on Miyeon’s clit. Minnie, in turn, is eating out Yuqi from behind, her tongue a blur of motion, while Shuhua, with a dreamy, blissed-out expression, is stroking both Minnie’s and her own cunt, her fingers slick with their combined juices. Their moans are a constant, rising tide of sound that washes over the room.
Tzuyu is lost. Your fingers are a relentless engine inside her, her own juices making your every movement slick and effortless. Her mind is reeling, trying to process the sheer, overwhelming depravity on the screen. She has never imagined sex could be like this; so layered, so performative, so utterly devoid of shame and so full of raw, intricate power dynamics. She’s watching you, the man she loves, being systematically broken down and remade into a pleasure object, and every fiber of her being is screaming with an arousal so profound it borders on spiritual.
Soyeon leans forward, her body flush against your video-self’s sweat-slick back. She grabs a handful of his hair, yanking his head back so he’s forced to look over his shoulder, his eyes wide and pleading, locking with hers. She doesn’t break her rhythm, the thick shaft of the dildo continuing its merciless assault on his prostate.
“You feel that, you little bitch?” Soyeon snarls. “That’s my cock, buried deep in your ass. That’s my power filling you up, stretching you out, making you scream.” She thrusts deeper, a vicious, punishing movement that makes him cry out, a sharp, piercing sound. “You used to be the daddy, didn’t you? Strutting around, thinking your big dick made you the king. Well, look at you now.” She yanks his head back harder, forcing a choked sob from his lips. “You’re on all fours, taking my cock like the good little girl you are. Your dick is useless. You are no longer the daddy here.” She pauses, letting the words sink in, then delivers the final, devastating blow. “Now, I’m the daddy. And you’re just my pretty little fuck-slut. Say it.”
Your video-self is sobbing now, tears of humiliation and overwhelming ecstasy streaming down his face. “Yes…” he chokes out. “Yes… you’re the daddy… mommy Soyeon is my daddy now…”
Tzuyu's whole body convulses, a violent, full-body tremor that has nothing to do with an orgasm and everything to do with her mind being utterly, completely blown. “Oh my god,” she breathes. “She’s… she’s your daddy now… you’re… you’re her bitch…”
“Yes, mommy is your daddy!” Yuqi cheers, words muffled by Miyeon’s thigh. She pops her head up for a second, her face flushed, her lips glistening. “Fuck him, daddy Soyeon! Fuck our little bitch until he forgets his own name!”
Miyeon groans as Yuqi’s tongue finds her clit again, but she manages to add her own encouragement. “Look at him, unnie… taking your cock so perfectly… He was made for this… made to be your girl…”
Soyeon, fueled by their worship and your video-self’s complete submission, grins, a terrifyingly beautiful sight. “That’s right, my pretty whores. He was made for me.” She begins to fuck him with a renewed, almost demonic energy, her thrusts so deep and powerful it looks like she’s trying to split him in two. He’s screaming with every impact, a continuous, high-pitched wail of agonizing pleasure, his body completely at her mercy. “You love being daddy’s little girl, don’t you?!” she roars over his screams. “You love the way my cock feels, stretching out that tight little hole of yours! You’re going to beg me to cum, aren’t you? You’re going to beg daddy to fill you up with her love!”
“Please, daddy! Please, mommy!” he shrieks, his mind clearly too fractured to keep the honorifics straight. “Please fuck me! Don’t ever stop! I'll do anything! I'm yours!”
The sight is too much. The sounds are too much. Tzuyu is completely gone, lost in a world of pleasure and sensation so intense it’s rewriting her very DNA. She’s no longer just watching; she’s participating, her own mind casting her in the scene. She imagines it’s her with the strap-on, you on all fours beneath her, screaming her name, calling her daddy. The fantasy is so vivid, so powerful, that it makes her forget to breathe.
“I… I want to be your daddy too,” she whispers, the confession a hot, shocking secret against your ear. “Oh god, baby, I want to tie you up… I want to make you my bitch… I want to fuck your ass and make you scream my name…”
Your fingers start to go deeper inside her, your thumb rubbing her clit incessantly. You’re pushing her, driving her, determined to take her right to the very edge of that overwhelming release she so desperately craves. On the screen, Soyeon is reaching her own crescendo, her movements becoming faster, more frantic. Your video-self is clearly on the verge of a powerful, helpless orgasm, his whole body trembling on the brink of release. The entire room is a pressure cooker of sexual energy about to explode. Tzuyu is right there with them, her own explosion imminent, her body coiling for a release that promises to be nothing short of transcendent.
Soyeon is a beautiful, demonic engine of pleasure, her hips a relentless piston driving the strap-on deep into your video-self’s ass. Her face is flushed with exertion and sheer, unadulterated power, a triumphant smirk plastered on her lips. Your video-self is completely undone, a mess of sweat and tears and raw, uninhibited screams, his body arching with every brutal, punishing thrust.
Your own fingers are a blur inside a soaking, trembling Tzuyu. You’ve increased your speed to a frantic, almost punishing pace, your digits pistoning in and out of her slick, swollen cunt. The sounds are incredible: the wet, sloppy noises of your hand working her, her own ragged, desperate gasps, and the soundtrack of filth pouring from the laptop speakers. Her entire body is shaking, violent tremors that speak of a pleasure so intense it’s borderline unbearable. She’s so, so close, her inner walls clenching and unclenching around your fingers with a desperate, frantic rhythm.
On screen, Soyeon is leaning in, her lips right next to your video-self’s ear. “You feel that, my little girl? You feel my cock rearranging your insides? You’re so close to shooting your pathetic little load, aren’t you? I can feel you twitching around my dick, begging to be allowed to cum.” She pulls out almost completely, then slams back into him with a force that makes him shriek, a raw, high-pitched sound of pure sensory overload. “But you don’t get to cum until daddy says so. You’re going to beg for it first.”
“I’m… I’m close…” your video-self sobs.
“I’m close too!” Tzuyu cries out, her hips bucking wildly against your hand, her eyes squeezed shut. “Oh my god, baby, please, I can’t… I can’t hold on!”
You lean down, your lips brushing against her ear, your hot breath contrasting to the cool sweat on her skin. Your fingers don’t slow, they maintain their maddening, relentless pace, holding her right on that razor’s edge. “Wait,” you whisper. “Just a little longer, Tzuyu. Hold on for me. I want you to feel this with me. I want you to come with your boyfriend. Wait for my signal.”
A frustrated, desperate sob escapes her lips, but she nods, her body coiling even tighter, a spring of pure sexual energy wound to its absolute breaking point. She’s trusting you, surrendering her own release to your control, and the knowledge of it makes your own cock strain painfully in your jeans.
The other girls in the video are reaching a fever pitch. Their collective masturbation has become a frantic, desperate race, their moans and cries a chaotic chorus of pure lust. “Fuck, Unnie, I’m gonna cum just watching you destroy him!” Miyeon shriek.
“He’s taking it so well!” Minnie adds, her face buried between Shuhua’s thighs. “Look at his ass, just eating up daddy Soyeon’s cock!”
Soyeon seems to draw power from their worship. She looks down at your video-self, a final, triumphant, almost benevolent smile on her face. “You hear that, my sweet little bitch? You’ve been so good for me. So obedient. You’ve taken my cock, you’ve taken my name, you’ve screamed so prettily for all my girls.” She gives him one last, deep, soul-shattering thrust. “Alright. I’m feeling generous. You can have it now. No more holding back. Let it all go for me. Cum for me now! Cum for your daddy!”
That’s the signal.
As your video-self on screen lets out a final, earth-shattering scream, his entire body locking up, his back arching off the bed in a violent, uncontrollable spasm as his prostate is mercilessly milked by Soyeon’s relentless fucking. His cock, untouched all this time, erupts, shooting a huge load that makes the girls around the bed gasp with delight and surprise.… you give Tzuyu one final, deep, powerful thrust with your fingers, hitting her G-spot with unerring accuracy, while your thumb grinds down hard on her clit.
“Now, Tzuyu!” you roar. “Cum for me!”
Her control shatters. It doesn’t just break; it fucking disintegrates. A sound rips from her throat that you have never heard before, a raw, primal scream that’s less human and more pure, elemental force. Her eyes roll back in her head, the whites completely showing, and her body bows upwards, rigid and vibrating.
And then, she squirts.
It’s not a trickle, not a small gush. It’s a fucking torrent. A hot, powerful jet of her clear, musky fluid erupts from her, soaking your hand, your wrist, the bedsheets beneath her, the floorboards, even spattering against the laptop screen. It's a shocking, explosive, utterly uninhibited release that seems to go on and on. Her body is wracked with violent, full-body convulsions, each one sending another powerful gush of liquid out of her, her heels digging into the mattress, her toes curling. She’s screaming your name, or maybe just screaming, her mind completely lost in the white-hot intensity of the most powerful orgasm of her entire life.
You don’t stop. You keep your fingers moving inside her, a steady presence amidst the storm, feeling the incredible, pulsing contractions of her inner walls milking your digits, feeling the hot spray of her release coating your entire hand. The sight is breathtaking, the sound is intoxicating, the feeling is sublime. “That’s it, baby!” you shout over her screams. “Let it all out! Look at you! Look at what you’re doing! You’re so fucking beautiful! Keep going! Give me all of it!”
Your encouragement seems to push her even further, her convulsions intensifying, another wave of fluid soaking the already drenched sheets. She’s completely gone, a vessel of pure, unadulterated pleasure, her body finally, finally getting the release it has been so desperately craving.
On the screen, your video-self collapses, a spent, shuddering mess, his own orgasm leaving him completely boneless, a satisfied, triumphant Soyeon still buried deep inside him. The other girls are similarly reaching their own peaks, their cries joining the chaotic symphony before they too collapse into a panting, glistening pile of limbs.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Tzuyu’s convulsions begin to subside, her screams tapering off into long, shuddering, breathless moans. Her body goes limp, slumping back against the wet sheets, her chest heaving, her eyes still fluttering behind her closed lids. You slowly, gently, withdraw your fingers from her, the sound a wet, sloppy squelch. Your hand is utterly drenched, dripping with her cum, the musky, sweet scent of her climax filling the air.
You look down at your hand, then back at her beautiful, flushed, utterly wrecked face. A slow, possessive grin spreads across your lips. Without a word, you lift your hand to your mouth. You look her right in the eyes as you slowly, deliberately, suck your first finger into your mouth, cleaning it of her essence with your tongue. You then move to the next, and the next, until your entire hand is clean.
“Mmm,” you hum. “Delicious. The best you’ve ever tasted, baby.” You lean down and give her a slow, deep kiss, letting her taste herself on your tongue. “My good, messy girl.”
Tzuyu is a beautiful ruin on the bed, her body limp and boneless, drenched in a sheen of sweat and the evidence of her own explosive release. She’s panting, shallow, ragged breaths that do little to slow the frantic, triumphant hammering of her heart against her ribs. Her head is spinning, the room tilting slightly, the only anchor in her sea of sensation being your continued presence, your scent, your warmth. The aftershocks of her orgasm are still rolling through her, little phantom pulses that make her muscles twitch and her cunt clench weakly. She has never, in her entire life, felt anything remotely close to that level of absolute, soul-shattering oblivion.
You lean over her, brushing a stray, sweat-soaked strand of hair from her flushed cheek. “Hey,” you murmur. “How are you doing, baby? You with me?”
It takes her a moment to form words, her brain still trying to reboot, to piece together the scattered fragments of her consciousness. A slow, languid, utterly boneless smile spreads across her face, her eyes fluttering open to look at you. They’re glazed over, her pupils huge and dark, swimming with a mixture of exhaustion and pure, unadulterated bliss. “Oh my god,” she breathes. She lets out a soft, airy giggle. “I feel… amazing. I don’t think… I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. Ever.” She giggles again, the sound a little stronger this time. “Wow. I’ve never felt so good in my entire life.”
On the screen, Soyeon, with a tired but triumphant smile, finally dismounts. Her formidable strap-on glistens under the lights, slick with lube and the residue of her conquest. Your video-self is a collapsed, shuddering heap on the mattress. The other girls swarm the bed, a pack of beautiful, hungry wolves descending on the spoils.
“Oh my god, look at the mess daddy made!” Yuqi squeals, her eyes wide with greedy delight as she crawls onto the bed. “Soyeon-unnie, you really broke him! He shot his load everywhere!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she dives face-first into the puddle on the sheets, her tongue eagerly lapping at the thick, creamy seed. “Mmm! So yummy! Tastes the best right after you fuck his ass!”
Minnie is right beside her, giggling as she shoves Yuqi’s head playfully. “Don’t hog it all, you little!” She lowers her own head, her tongue darting out to lick a large glob of semen directly from the sheet. “Oh, wow. He’s so warm. And so thick today! You really did wring him out, Unnie!”
Miyeon joins the feast. She kneels elegantly on the bed, her long hair cascading around her as she delicately licks the edges of the puddle, savoring it. “He always makes the biggest loads for us after Soyeon-unnie reminds him of his place,” she purrs, a knowing look on her face. “It’s like she unlocks something deep inside him.” She looks over at your video-self’s still-trembling form. “You liked that, didn’t you, baby? Being mommy’s little girl and making a big mess for your sisters to clean up?”
Your video-self can only manage a choked, pathetic whimper in response, his face still buried in the pillows.
Meanwhile, Shuhua, with an expression of pure, undiluted worship, tends to the victorious Soyeon. She carefully unbuckles the leather straps of the harness, her fingers moving with a gentle reverence. As the strap-on comes free, Shuhua’s eyes fixate on its glistening shaft before she leans in and gives the tip a shy, exploratory lick, tasting the mixture of lube and his essence. Her eyes flutter shut in bliss.
Tzuyu’s gaze flicks from the screen back to you, she reaches up, her hand cupping your cheek, her thumb gently stroking your skin. “Hey,” she says. “Thank you.”
“For what, baby?” you ask, leaning into her touch, covering her hand with your own. “For the orgasm?”
She shakes her head, a small, definite movement. “For all of it. For not running away when I found the videos. For calming me down and explaining everything to me. For not making me feel ashamed when you caught me. For… for showing me all of this. For helping me see that… it’s okay to like these things. To want these things. Thank you for not judging me… and for helping me explore.”
“Tzuyu, I’m the one who should be thanking you. I was terrified when I saw you with that flash drive. I thought… I thought you’d look at me like I was some kind of monster. So thank you for not judging my past. I’m just… so fucking glad you liked what you saw. So glad I get to share this with you.”
A determined fire ignites in her eyes. The shy, hesitant girl from an hour ago is gone, replaced by a woman who has stared into the abyss of her own desires and found it beautiful. “I meant it, you know,” she says. “When I said I wanted to explore these things with you. All of it. The spanking, the anal… the… the daddy thing…” A faint blush colors her cheeks at that last part, but she doesn’t look away. “I think it’s time to spice things up. I’m tired of vanilla sex, baby. I want the whole damn sundae, with all the weird, kinky toppings.”
Hearing her say that, so confidently, so eagerly, is like pouring gasoline on the fire of your own arousal. Your cock, which has been straining painfully against your jeans for what feels like an eternity, gives a hard, demanding throb. “I love hearing you say that more than you can possibly imagine,” you groan. You kiss her again. Then, you pull back. “So… what do you think about us starting this new chapter… right now?”
Her eyes widen slightly, her lips still tingling from your kiss. “Now?” she asks, a hint of her old uncertainty creeping in. “How?”
In response, you push yourself off the bed and stand up. You’re fully clothed, but the tent in your jeans is stark, aggressive, and impossible to ignore. From her vantage point, lying in the glorious, sticky mess of her own making on the bed, you look impossibly tall, powerful, and overwhelmingly desirable.
“Watching those videos with you… hearing you get so turned on… feeling your pussy get so wet for me… seeing you come apart like that…” You take a step closer to the bed, your hand gesturing towards your crotch. “It’s made me really, really fucking horny, Tzuyu. And that first video we watched… the one where they were all begging for my cum on their faces…” You let the sentence hang in the air, your eyes locked on hers. “I want it so bad right now, baby. I want to shoot my load all over your beautiful face. What do you think about getting a proper facial… as your first official act as a certified kinky girl?”
She stares at you, her mouth slightly agape, her mind processing the sudden, intense proposition. This is different. This isn’t watching. This isn’t even her receiving pleasure. This is her giving it, in a way that’s messy, and intense, and so far beyond the simple, clean sex they’ve had before. For a moment, you see a flicker of fear, of hesitation. And then… it’s gone.
“Yeah,” she breathes. “I think that’s a very good idea.”
With a newfound grace that’s almost startling, she pushes herself up and slides off the bed, completely unbothered by her nudity or the slickness on her thighs. She walks towards you, her eyes never leaving yours, and slowly, deliberately, sinks to her knees in front of you. The sight of her, a beautiful, powerful goddess kneeling in submission, ready to worship you, almost makes your knees buckle.
Her hands, still slightly trembling but now full of purpose, reach for the button of your jeans. She unfastetches it, then slowly pulls down the zipper, her knuckles brushing against the rigid length of your cock through the fabric. She peels the denim down your thighs, then hooks her thumbs into the waistband of your boxer briefs, pulling them down too.
Your cock springs free, thick, heavy, and magnificent, veins standing out like cords of steel along the shaft, a glistening bead of precum already welling at the slit in the head. It pulses with a life of its own, a testament to the hours of intense arousal you’ve endured.
Tzuyu lets out a soft, appreciative gasp, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and hunger. She reaches out a tentative hand, her fingers barely grazing the tip, before leaning forward. Her hot breath ghosts over your sensitive flesh, and then, with a reverence that makes your toes curl, she presses her soft lips to the head of your cock, kissing the bead of precum away, her tongue darting out to lick the spot clean. The taste, salty and uniquely you, makes her shiver.
Her hand, so delicate yet surprisingly strong, wraps around the base of your thick, pulsing cock. Her skin is soft, her grip firm yet tentative at first. She looks up at you, her dark eyes wide with concentration, and a raw, burgeoning hunger that makes your knees feel weak. A small, confident smile plays on her lips as she gives you a slow, experimental stroke, her thumb rubbing over the thick vein that runs along your shaft.
“Oh, wow,” she whispers.. “I think I've never seen it so... hard.. So alive.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” you groan, your head tilting back, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment to savor the feeling. “Your hand on my cock… it’s perfect.”
That little bit of praise is all the encouragement she needs. She finds her groove, her hand sliding up and down your shaft with an increasing, purposeful speed. The sound of her skin sliding over your own, lubricated by the steady bead of precum, fills the quiet room. She’s watching your face intently, her eyes tracking your every reaction, learning what you like, her own arousal building with every twitch of your thigh, every ragged gasp you let out.
“You’re so big,” she pants, her knuckles brushing against your balls with every downward stroke, sending shivers of delight through you. “I can barely fit my hand around you. I love it. I love feeling how hard I’m making you.”
She leans forward, her free hand coming to rest on your thigh for balance, her hair falling around her face like a dark curtain. She kisses the head of your cock again, her tongue darting out to swirl around the sensitive slit before taking you into her mouth for a deep, wet suck that makes your hips buck involuntarily. She pulls off with a wet sound, her lips glistening, and looks up at you through her lashes, a look of pure, unadulterated lust on her face.
“God, you taste so good,” she murmurs, before resuming her relentless, skillful stroking. “I can’t wait… I can’t wait to taste the rest of you. I want it so bad, baby. Please… I’ve been so good, haven’t I? I’ve waited. Now I want my reward.”
Her words, the sight of her kneeling before you, so beautiful, so willing, so utterly consumed by this shared, filthy desire, is pushing you closer to the edge. Her hand is a blur now, her wrist working with a surprising stamina, her grip impossibly perfect. You can feel the familiar, deep pull in your balls, the tell-tale sign that you’re getting dangerously close.
“Fuck, Tzuyu… that feels incredible,” you manage to groan, your hands coming down to rest on her head, your fingers tangling in her soft, dark hair. “You’re so fucking good at this. Stroking my big cock for me… telling me how much you want my cum…”
“I do!” she insists, her tone becoming more desperate, more needy. Her pace quickens even more, her strokes becoming shorter, faster, focused on your sensitive head. “I need it! After watching all of that… after coming so hard… all I can think about is tasting you, feeling you on my skin. Please, baby, don’t make me wait any longer! I want your facial! I want you to cover me! Drench me in your cum, please! I’ll be your good girl! Just give it to me!”
Her begging is the most potent aphrodisiac you’ve ever known. The sight of her, this perfect, beautiful woman who you love more than life itself, looking up at you with such raw, shameless need, pleading to be covered in your seed, shatters the last of your control. Your vision begins to tunnel, your breath coming in harsh, ragged pants.
“You want it all, baby?” you roar. “You want daddy’s hot load all over that pretty face? Are you ready?!”
“Yes! Please! Now!” she screams, her hand a frantic piston on your shaft.
“Look at me, Tzuyu!” you command.
Her eyes, wide and dark and full of absolute trust and adoration, lock with yours. Her lips part slightly in anticipation. And then, with a final, guttural roar that seems to be torn from the very depths of your soul, you erupt.
Your hips buck forward violently, your entire body going rigid as your orgasm rips through you. A thick, heavy, almost obscenely large torrent of your hot cum shoots from your cock, arcing through the air. The first rope hits her right on the forehead, and she gasps, a sharp intake of breath, her eyes squeezing shut for a second at the initial shock and heat. But she doesn’t flinch away. She stays right where she is, kneeling, accepting her reward. Another thick jet splatters across her cheek and nose. Then another coats her chin and lips, a final, powerful pulse even catching in her dark, silken hair.
You’re still panting, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your release, your cock still twitching in her hand, as you watch her. Her beautiful face is painted with thick, white ropes of your cum. She looks stunned, overwhelmed, and more breathtakingly beautiful than ever before.
For a moment, she just stays there, kneeling, her eyes fluttering open. She can feel the warmth of your seed on her skin, the slight stickiness as it begins to cool. She can smell its musky, masculine scent. She slowly lifts a hand, her fingers trembling slightly, and touches the thick glob on her cheek. She looks at her cum-coated fingertips, her expression one of wonder.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement that makes your heart stop, she brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them clean.
A slow, beatific smile spreads across her face, a smile of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. “Oh my god,” she whispers, then leans her head forward and licks the cum from her own lips, her tongue darting out to catch every last drop. Finding that isn’t enough, she uses her hands to scoop the cooling seed from her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and eats it with a greedy, almost reverent hunger.
When she’s cleaned most of it away, she looks up at you, her face still glistening, her eyes shining with a light you’ve never seen before; a dark, confident, knowing fire.
“I loved it,” she says. “Baby… I absolutely fucking loved it. It tasted… so good.”
You sink to your knees in front of her, your own body weak with relief and a love so profound it aches. You cup her face, your thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. Her skin is warm, slick, and glistening with your seed. A thick, pearly white glob remains on the curve of her cheekbone.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” you breathe. “Covered in my cum.”
“It was better than I imagined, baby. The taste, the feeling… I want to do it again.”
“I know you do.” Your gaze drops to the remaining cum on her cheek. “Looks like you missed a spot, though.”
Slowly, deliberately, you slide your index finger through the thick glob, scooping it up. You hold your cum-coated finger up to her lips, an offering. An invitation.
Her eyes never leave yours. There’s no hesitation, no flicker of doubt. This isn’t the shy girl from the beginning of the day; this is a woman who has discovered a deep, undeniable part of herself and is embracing it completely. Her lips part, and she leans forward, taking the tip of your finger into her mouth.
She sucks.
Her tongue swirls around your fingertip, cleaning it with a slow, deliberate, almost reverent thoroughness while her gaze holds you captive. The sensation is incredibly intimate, a final, definitive act of submission and acceptance that seals the promise of this new beginning. When she’s done, she pulls back slowly, her lips glistening.
You look at her, this incredible, beautiful woman, kneeling before you, having eagerly taken every filthy, wonderful thing you had to offer and asking for more. Your kinky girl.
A slow, wicked, unbelievably sexy smile spreads across her face.
“So,” Tzuyu purrs. “What’s for lesson two, daddy?”
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Will this pass for your colour series??
Cheap White
(G-idle's Miyeon X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1256 words
You stand backstage. The crowd still echoes through the walls like a distant heartbeat. The air smells of sweat and stage smoke, mixed with the faint floral perfume that always clings to Miyeon. She's just finished her performance, her white dress shimmering under the dim lights - cheap chiffon layers ruffled like a forgotten wedding cake, studded with fake crystals that catch the glow from the equipment cases. The strapless top hugs her chest, pushing up her small, perky breasts, and the skirt flares out short, barely covering her thighs. Black boots climb her legs, and that silly leather hat perches on her head, her long black hair cascading down like ink. She looks like a doll, your doll, ready for whatever you want.
Miyeon spots you leaning against a flight case, her lips forming an excited smile. She saunters over, microphone still dangling from her hand.
"Oppa."
She purrs, her voice breathy from the performance, eyes wide and innocent even though you both know she's anything but. As your free use slut, she lives for this. Any time, any place, no questions. You own her body, and she thrives on it.
You don't waste words. Your hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist, pulling her close. She gasps softly, but her body melts against yours. The dress rustles as you press her back against the cold metal of the case. Her hat tilts, but she doesn't fix it. Instead, she tilts her head back, exposing her neck, waiting for your touch. You lean in, lips brushing her ear.
"On your knees.”
She obeys instantly, dropping down without hesitation. Her knees part slightly as she settles. The white skirt pools around her. Her hands reach for your belt, unbuckling it with ease. You watch her, the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips, eyes locked on yours. She pulls down your zipper, freeing your cock, already hard from just looking at her in that ridiculous outfit.
Miyeon wraps her hand around your shaft, stroking slowly at first, her grip firm but teasing.
"You like me like this, don't you?"
Her voice is a mix of playfulness and need. You nod, threading your fingers through her hair, knocking the hat off, making it tumble to the floor. She leans forward, her mouth opening wide, tongue flat as she takes you in. The warmth envelops you, her lips stretching around your length. She bobs her head, sucking with that perfect rhythm she knows you love, her cheeks hollowing out. Saliva drips from the corners of her mouth, smearing her glossy lipstick, but she doesn't stop. You thrust gently, feeling the back of her throat, and she gags just a little, eyes watering, but she pushes deeper, eager to please. Miyeon's yours, her mouth a wet, tight heaven. You grip her hair tighter, guiding her pace faster now. She moans around your cock, the vibration sending jolts through your body. Her free hand slips under her skirt, touching herself, but you pull her head back sharply.
"No. That's mine too."
She whimpers, nodding, her hand dropping away. You pull out of her mouth, making her whine in disappointment. She looks up, waiting for what’s next. You haul her up by the arms, spinning her around to face the case. She braces herself, palms flat on the lid, ass pushing back toward you instinctively. The dress hikes up easily. It's so short, so cheap, perfect for this. Underneath, she's bare, no panties, just like you told her to be tonight.
You slide your hand between her thighs, finding her already soaked. Your fingers tease her folds, circling her clit, and she bucks against you, a soft cry escaping.
"Please…"
You don't make her wait. Positioning yourself, you thrust in, filling her in one smooth motion. She's tight, always so tight, her walls clenching around you like a vice. You grab her hips, the fabric bunching under your fingers, and start pounding.
Miyeon arches her back. Her head falls forward. The dress's layers flutter with each slap of skin on skin. You reach around, yanking down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. They bounce with your rhythm, nipples hard in the cool air. You pinch one, rolling it between your fingers, and she moans louder, pushing back to meet your thrusts.
"Harder, oppa. Use me."
You do. Your pace quickens, the sound echoing in the dim space. Sweat beads on her skin, making the white fabric cling translucently. You slide a hand up her thigh, over the boot, then back to her ass, spanking lightly. She yelps, clenching tighter. The free use agreement means no limits. She's your toy, and tonight, in this backstage chaos, you take full advantage.
Pulling out suddenly, you turn her around again, lifting her onto the case. Her legs wrap around you, boots digging into your back. You enter her again, deeper this time, her arms around your neck, nails scratching your shoulders. Her face is close, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. You kiss her roughly, tasting her lust on her tongue, and she kisses back hungrily, like she's starving. You thrust up, hitting that spot inside her that makes her moan. She breaks the kiss, head thrown back, crying out.
"Oppa!”
She whines, body shaking. You feel her pulsate around you. It pushes you over the edge. You pull out just in time, stroking yourself, cuming onto her thigh and the white dress. The cum stains the fabric, marking her as yours, cheap and ruined.
Miyeon slumps against you, breathing heavy, a satisfied smile on her lips. She picks up her hat, placing it back on her head at a jaunty angle.
Later, in the green room, the rest of the group jokes around a little, but Miyeon's eyes keep flicking to you. You sit on the couch, patting your lap. She perches there without a word, her back to your chest. Under the skirt, your hand sneaks up, fingers dipping into her still wet pussy. She bites her lip, stifling a moan as you finger her slowly, thumb on her clit. The others don't notice. Or if they do, they pretend not to. She's yours, after all.
She grinds subtly, riding your fingers, her breath quickening. You add a second finger, curling them, and she grips your arm, nails digging in.
"Quiet."
She nods, but a small whimper escapes. You speed up, feeling her tighten again. She cums quietly, shuddering in your lap, juices coating your hand.
The drive home is tense. In the back of the van, tinted windows hiding you, she straddles you without prompting. The dress hikes up, and she sinks down onto your cock, riding you slow at first, then faster as the road bumps jostle you both. Her breasts bounce free again, and you suck on a nipple, biting gently. She gasps, hands on your shoulders, hips rolling. The van's motion adds to it, every turn pushing you deeper. You thrust up, meeting her, and she cums again, soaking your lap.
At home, the door barely closes before you bend her over the kitchen counter. The hat falls off again, rolling away. You flip up the skirt, spanking her ass red, then slide in from behind. She's exhausted but eager, pushing back.
"More."
She pleads.
You pound into her until you both collapse.
In bed, she curls against you, the stained dress discarded on the floor.
"Good night, oppa."
She murmurs, but even as she drifts off, her hand reaches for you, ready if you want more.






