I like each position RV member prefers when they want to be bred, can you also make one for twice ?
Nayeon
Nayeon pushes you onto your back, straddling your hips with that bright, teasing grin. She prefers cowgirl when she wants to be bred. She controls the pace, grinds down on you slowly at first to feel every inch stretch her pussy.
You grip her waist as she sinks onto you, her tight heat swallowing your cock whole.
"Fill me up."
She rocks her hips in circles, breasts bouncing with each drop. Her nails rake your chest, urging you deeper. She leans forward, long hair curtaining your faces, kissing you messy while she rides harder.
"I want your cum so bad. Breed me right here."
You thrust up to meet her, hitting that spot that makes her gasp. Her pace quickens, thighs trembling as she chases her high.
"Don't pull out."
She demands, her pussy clenching around you. You feel her pulse, her body begging. One final grind and she has you spilling deep inside her cunt, flooding her. She stays seated, rocking gently to keep every drop in, smirking down at you.
"Good boy."
Jeongyeon
Jeongyeon pulls you close on the couch with her legs, until you're on top in classic missionary. She loves the weight of you pinning her, legs hooked over your shoulders for that deep angle when breeding is all she craves. You slide in slow, watching her eyes flutter shut.
"Harder."
She murmurs, hands on your back urging you on. Her walls grip tight as you thrust deep, pelvis grinding against her clit with every stroke.
"Breed me...give it all to me."
Her voice cracks with need. You pound steadily, feeling her pussy soak your cock more with each thrust. Her fingers dig into your shoulders.
"Deeper… I want to feel you cum inside."
You angle just right, hitting her cervix, and she arches, moaning low. Her cunt rhythmically tries to milk you for all you have. You burry yourself deep and shoot pulsing hot ropes into her. She holds you there, legs trembling.
"Stay… don't let a drop leak out."
Momo
Momo gets on all fours and arches her back perfectly. Doggy is her favourite for breeding because it lets you pin her down completely. Your hips flush against hers as you drive in from behind. You press over her, chest to her back, sliding your cock deep into her in one smooth thrust. She moans into the pillow, pushing back to meet you.
"Breed me like this… fill me up."
Her ass jiggles with each hard snap of your hips. You grip her waist, pounding relentlessly. The angle lets you go impossibly deep. She reaches back, spreading her cheeks wider.
"Right there...cum inside me."
Her body shakes as you grind against her spot. Her tight pussy pulls you over the edge. You groan, spilling thick and hot seed into her, flooding her cunt. She collapses forward, keeping you buried, rocking back lazily. Momo feels too full to say a word.
Sana
Sana loves spooning turned breeding. Just lying on her side, you behind her, one leg hooked over yours for easy access. She craves the closeness when she wants to be filled. You slide in from behind, arm around her waist, hand cupping her breast. She sighs happily, pushing back.
"Breed me slow… make it last."
You thrust lazy but deep, grinding circles inside her. She turns her head for messy kisses.
"I want your baby..."
Her hand guides yours between her legs, rubbing her clit as you pump steadily.
The build is torturous. Her moans are soft and cute. She makes her pussy clench around your cock, teasing you.
"Now… breed me now."
You speed up, burying yourself to the hilt inside her, and explode, pumping her full of cum, pulse after pulse.
Jihyo
Jihyo always demands you fuck her in a mating press whenever she's ovulating. Her legs folded back, pressing her tits together, knees by her ears, her pussy so close to her mouth, you could switch between both holes whenever you wanted.
Now, you pin her wrists above her head, your body weight folding her in half, thrusting deep and hard into her wet pussy.
"Take it all."
You groan, eyes locked on hers. Her body rocks with each powerful stroke, breasts bouncing.
"Fill me up. I need your cum so bad..."
She clenches tight, urging you on. You grind against her cervix, making her cry out.
Jihyo orgasms first. Her walls spasm around your cock, pulling your own release out of you. You flood her pussy with your cum, groaning as she milks every drop. Your cock paints her inner walls white, until she's almost overflowing. But with her hips raised like this, gravity helps you with keeping her full. Even after you pull out, she keeps her legs up, smirking at you.
"Not wasting any."
Mina
Mina prefers something slow, just like Sana. You sit cross-legged, her in your lap facing you, legs wrapped around your waist. It's intimate, eye-contact heavy when she wants to be bred softly but deeply.
She sinks down slowly, arms around your neck.
"Breed me… please."
You rock together, grinding deep, her forehead against yours. Her breaths hitch with each roll. Your entire cock is inside her snug pussy, barely moving. Just enough for both of you to feel a new level of pleasure.
"Inside… all of it."
You thrust up gently, hands on her ass guiding her.
She trembles in your lap, clenching to draw out your cum as she feels your cock pulsating inside her. You spill thick ropes of cum into her tight pussy, filling her completely, until tiny streaks of your semen start to leak out around your cock.
She stays seated, kissing you tenderly.
"It feels so warm…"
Dahyun
Dahyun moans as she continues to ride you in reverse. Her back is facing you. Her ass bounces as she rides your cock. She loves the control she has over you and the feeling of you enjoying the view.
She grinds eagerly, hands on your thighs.
"Cum in me...breed me good."
You grip her hips, thrusting up hard. Her moans turn needy, but the sound of her ass hitting your lap drowns them out.
"Deeper… fill me up."
She grinds down, circling her hips to feel you throb. Your hands wander to her ass, squeezing her cheeks. Dahyun's walls pulse around your shaft, and you can't hold it in a second longer. You let yourself spill your cum into her pussy. She doesn't stop moving, coaxing every single drop out of your body, until someone knocks on the door of her bedroom.
"Be there in a minute."
She calls out, before turning her head to look over her shoulder at you.
"What are you gonna do these next couple of hours, knowing your cum is filling my pussy while I'm at dinner with the girls?"
Chaeyoung
Chaeyoung loves to get carried around while you fuck her. Probably because of your size difference. She's so small in your arms, you can just pin her against a wall and breed her pussy. Her legs are locked around your waist, you holding her up for raw, urgent breeding. You thrust up hard into her, her back against the cool surface of the wall of Twice's dance practice room.
"Breed me rough."
She pants, nails in your shoulders. You are able to let go with one hand and move it up her body. Chaeyeong's eyes are wide open. The fact that you can carry her with one arm has her pussy dripping wet. Your free hand now slowly wraps itself around her throat. Each slam of your cock into her pussy makes her gasp.
"Cum inside your little fleshlight."
She whimpers, her entire body begging you to use her as a cum dump. You pound into her relentlessly, her body bouncing.
You unload deep insider her small body, groaning into her ear. She clings around you, her legs locked as she's helplessly pinned between you and the wall, unable to do much but take your load.
"Don't drop me."
She sighs and you're unsure if she's afraid you'll let her fall, or if she just wants to keep your cum locked inside her.
Tzuyu
Tzuyu loves how big your cock feels when she is lying on her back, both her legs over one of your shoulders. Her pussy squeezes you just a little tighter like that. And it enables you to use only one hand to hold her legs together, while the other reaches down to admire her smooth thighs, or play with her tits.
Right now, you even take it a step further by making her cross her legs in the air as you slide in slow. She bites her lip, eyes softly looking up at you with pure love.
"Breed me… please."
You thrust deeper, as a steady rhythm starts to build. Her hands clutch your arm.
"I'm already so full. I need it. Please..."
You angle for her g-spot, making her arch odff the mattress.
Tzuyu orgasms silently, trembling, milking your cock. Unable to hold back, you spill your cum deep inside her pussy. You stay buried there, both of you holding eye contact as Tzuyu feels your cum filling her womb.
It was a hot summer night in the city, the kind where the air felt thick and sticky even after the sun went down. Nayeon wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead as she and her boyfriend Jae walked hand in hand toward the old movie theater. They had been dating for about six months now, and nights like this were their favorite—simple, cozy, away from the chaos of their busy lives. Nayeon wore a light sundress that hugged her curves just right, the thin fabric fluttering against her smooth thighs with every step.
The dress was short, ending mid-thigh, and she could feel the warm breeze teasing her bare skin underneath. No panties tonight; she had skipped them on a whim, feeling a little naughty as she left the house. Her perky breasts bounced slightly under the dress, nipples already perking up from the evening chill mixed with her growing excitement for the date.
Jae looked handsome as always, in his casual button-up shirt and jeans, his arm slung protectively around her waist. He leaned down and kissed her temple. 'This is gonna be fun, babe. That new thriller everyone's talking about.' Nayeon smiled up at him, her heart fluttering. Jae was sweet, reliable—the perfect boyfriend. But lately, she had been craving something more intense, something with an edge of danger that made her pussy tingle just thinking about it. She pushed the thought away as they bought their tickets and popped into the theater.
The place was dimly lit, with rows of worn red seats and the faint smell of buttery popcorn hanging in the air. It wasn't too crowded, just a handful of people scattered around, giving them plenty of space. They picked seats near the back, in the middle of a row, with the aisle on Nayeon's left. Jae settled in on her right, pulling her close so her head could rest on his shoulder. She snuggled against him, her hand on his thigh, feeling the warmth of his body through his jeans. The previews started playing, the screen flickering to life with bright colors and loud sounds.
That's when he appeared. A tall man with broad shoulders and a confident stride slipped into the row from the aisle and took the seat right next to Nayeon. She glanced over out of the corner of her eye, curiosity piqued.
She looked at the man, and he slowly turned around, finally showing his face, and her whole body shook in horror, and other sensations ran along her whole body. It was her Ex-boyfriend before she started dating Jae, Min suk who she had tried her level best to forget, The years she dated him was terrible, She only remebers how just his presence turned her on as she remembers performing before thousands of fans tteasing them with her body and then coming home and begging and rubbing on his body like a slut for his cock. Even now, she remembers his cock and fingers on her body.
She felt like a whore and slut in front of him, so she dumped him and broke up with him via text because she didn’t have the confidence to break up with him directly. She would spiral down the same path of being a cock sleeve in front of him.
She started dating Jae after that. Jae was sweet, kind, and sexually he was average. Even though he would not be able to sexually satisfy her , at least she did not feel like a slave while dating him.
Nayeon shifted in her seat, crossing her legs to hide the sudden warmth building between them. The theater wasn't full; he could have sat anywhere else. Jae was already munching on the popcorn they shared, his eyes glued to the screen, completely oblivious. Nayeon tried to focus, too, but she could feel his presence like a magnetic pull. His knee bumped hers lightly as he adjusted his position— She gulped hard, even a touch bringing the memories of being absolutely ravaged by him from morning to night coming back to her. She told herself that he would not recognize her with the mask and the hat on. But he didn't move it away. Instead, it stayed there, pressing firmly against her bare skin, the denim of his jeans rough and warm.
Her heart started to race. She should pull away, right? Jae was right there, his arm around her shoulders. But the contact felt electric, forbidden. A thrill shot straight to her core, making her pussy lips swell slightly under her dress. No panties meant she was exposed, vulnerable, and the thought made her clit throb. She uncrossed her legs just a fraction, pretending to get more comfortable, and his knee nudged higher, now resting against her inner thigh. Nayeon's breath caught in her throat. Was this happening? In a public theater, with her boyfriend beside her?
He leaned back in his seat, his hand casually dropping to the armrest between them. His fingers, long and strong, brushed the hem of her dress. At first, it was feather-light, like he was testing the waters. Nayeon froze, her eyes fixed on the screen, but her body betrayed her. She didn't stop him. She could not help her mind wanted to, but the years of training by him made her body have so much craving for his cock and his touch. Instead, a rush of heat flooded her cheeks and her chest, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that poked against the thin fabric of her dress. His fingers traced slow circles on her outer thigh, inching upward with deliberate slowness.
Jae chuckled at a funny preview line, squeezing her shoulder affectionately. 'This one's gonna be wild,' he whispered. Nayeon forced a laugh, nodding, but her mind was elsewhere. Min suk's touch grew bolder, his fingertips slipping under the edge of her dress, grazing the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She bit her lower lip, suppressing a gasp.
Her pussy was getting wet now, slick juices starting to coat her folds. The risk of it all—the familiar hand so close to her bare cunt while Jae sat inches away—made her feel alive, adventurous, like she was stepping into a kinky fantasy she never knew she craved. She wanted to get away, but his hands on her body after some months made her body writhe in pleasure, her nipples were hard, her pussy lips were twitching in anticipation. She wanted to close her thighs, but her body refused to obey her as she spread her thighs for him just like a slut in heat.
His hand paused for a moment, as if waiting for her to protest. But Nayeon didn't. Emboldened, he slid higher, his palm now flat against her thigh, thumb brushing dangerously close to her exposed pussy. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and her own arousal made her thighs slick. The movie started, the lights dimming even further, plunging the theater into near darkness. Only the glow from the screen illuminated their row sporadically. Min Suk took advantage, his fingers finally reaching her bare lips. He parted them gently with one finger, feeling the wetness there, and Nayeon had to stifle a moan by pressing her lips together.
'Fuck,' she thought, her clit pulsing as he rubbed it slowly, circling the swollen nub with expert precision. No one else but him could make her tremble in pleasure just with his fingers; her pussy was dancing with joy, finally meeting its match. He had always been so brazen. Jae's hand rested on her arm, innocent and loving, while Min Suk’s finger dipped lower, sliding along her slick slit. He found her entrance and pushed in just the tip, testing her tightness. Nayeon's hips twitched involuntarily, grinding against his hand for more. She was soaked now, her juices coating his finger, making it easy for him to slide deeper.
Min Suk added pressure, his middle finger plunging fully inside her pussy, curling to hit that sensitive spot on her inner wall. Nayeon gripped the armrest with her free hand, her nails digging into the fabric. The sensation was intense—his thick digit stretching her slightly, pumping in and out with slow, deliberate strokes. She could hear the faint wet sounds of her arousal, muffled by the movie's soundtrack, but terrifyingly real. Jae shifted beside her, offering her some popcorn. 'Want some?' he asked softly. Nayeon nodded, her voice shaky as she replied, 'Sure,' taking a handful with trembling fingers. All the while, Min Suk’s finger fucked her steadily, his thumb now rubbing her clit in tight circles.
The kink of it all made her head spin. Here she was, cheating on her boyfriend most explicitly, letting her ex-boyfriend finger her dripping cunt right next to him. The adventure of the risk—the what if Jae noticed? What if someone else in the row turned around?—only heightened her pleasure. Her pussy clenched around his finger, walls fluttering as he added a second one, stretching her more. Two fingers now, scissoring inside her, rubbing her G-spot with every thrust. Juices leaked out, trickling down to her ass, making the seat beneath her slippery.
Nayeon's breath came in short pants, her perky breasts heaving under her dress. Her nipples ached, begging for attention, but she couldn't touch them without drawing suspicion. Min seemed to sense her building need; he leaned in slightly, his hot breath on her ear. 'You're so fucking wet for me, Nayeon-ah, ' he whispered, voice low and gravelly, barely audible over the movie's dialogue. The words sent a jolt through her, her clit throbbing harder under his thumb. She wanted to respond, to beg for more, but Jae was there, his head now resting against hers, completely engrossed.
His fingers sped up, pumping deeper, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit. Nayeon's thighs quivered, spreading wider to give him better access. Her pussy made obscene squelching noises with each plunge, her cream coating his hand up to the wrist. She was close already, the taboo thrill pushing her toward the edge faster than ever. Imagine if Jae smelled her arousal, or felt the way her body tensed. The thought made her even wetter, her walls gripping his fingers like a vice.
To distract herself—or maybe to heighten the kink—Nayeon reached for the soda cup on her left side, the one she had set on the floor earlier. Her hand shook from the pleasure coursing through her, and as she lifted it, the cup tipped. Cold cola splashed across her lap, soaking through her dress and directly onto her bare pussy. The shock of the icy liquid made her yelp loudly, her body jerking as Min Suk’s fingers still moved inside her.
Jae turned immediately, concern etched on his face. 'Whoa, you okay, Nayeon?' He grabbed a napkin from the popcorn bucket, dabbing at her thigh. Nayeon nodded frantically, pulling away from Min Suk’s hand as discreetly as she could. His fingers slipped out with a wet pop that she prayed no one heard, leaving her pussy feeling empty and aching. 'Yeah, just clumsy me,' she stammered, her face burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal. The soda mixed with her juices, creating a sticky mess that cooled quickly on her skin, but her clit still pulsed with need.
Min Suk pulled his hand back smoothly, wiping it on his jeans with a smirk she could barely see in the dark. His eyes met hers for a split second, promising more. Heart pounding like a drum, Nayeon grabbed her purse from under the seat. 'I need to clean this up in the bathroom. Be right back, babe.' Jae nodded, squeezing her hand. 'Hurry, the good part's starting.' She stood on shaky legs, smoothing her dress over the wet spot, feeling Min Suk’s gaze burning into her ass as she hurried down the aisle and out of the row.
The theater door swung shut behind her, and Nayeon leaned against the wall in the lobby for a moment, catching her breath. Her pussy throbbed, clit swollen and sensitive from the fingering. The soda had made everything sticky, but underneath, she was drenched in her own cream. What the hell had just happened? She had let him finger her to the brink of orgasm while her boyfriend sat beside her. The kinky adventure of it all left her dizzy, excited, craving whatever came next. She headed toward the ladies' room, her mind racing with guilt and pleasure.
Nayeon pushed open the bathroom door, the cool air hitting her flushed skin like a slap. The ladies' room was empty, thank god, just rows of white sinks and stalls under harsh fluorescent lights. Her heart hammered in her chest as she hurried to the nearest sink, twisting the faucet on full blast. Cold water splashed into the basin, and she grabbed a handful of paper towels, dabbing at the sticky mess on her dress and thighs.
The soda had soaked through, mixing with her own slick arousal, making her feel filthy and exposed. Her pussy still throbbed from Min Suk's fingers, empty and aching for more, even though her mind screamed that she had to stop this madness. Jae was back in the theater, waiting for her, probably wondering what was taking so long. She couldn't believe what she'd let happen—letting him finger her right there, so close to her boyfriend. The thrill of it scared her as much as it excited her.
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks pink, lips parted as she breathed heavily. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and her dress clung to her wet skin, outlining her hard nipples. 'Get it together, Nayeon,' she whispered to herself, splashing water on her face. But before she could calm down, the door creaked open behind her. She froze, her eyes darting to the mirror. There he was—Min Suk, stepping inside with that same confident stride, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. He locked the door with a soft click, his piercing eyes locking onto hers through the reflection. A slow smile spread across his face, like he owned the place, like he owned her.
'What the—get out!' Nayeon spun around, her voice sharper than she intended, but it came out breathy, laced with something she didn't want to admit. She backed up against the sink, her hands gripping the edge for support. Min Suk didn't say a word at first; he just closed the distance between them in slow, deliberate steps, his boots echoing on the tile floor. Each step made her pulse quicken, her body betraying her with a fresh gush of wetness between her legs. She should scream, call for help, but the door was locked, and deep down, the danger of it all—the kinky risk of being caught in here with him—made her clit swell even more.
'Please, you can't be in here,' she stammered, trying to sound firm as she pressed her back harder against the sink. Her eyes flicked to the door, then back to him. He was so close now, towering over her, his musky scent mixing with the faint popcorn smell from the theater. Min Suk reached out, his hand brushing her arm lightly, and she flinched, but didn't pull away. 'This is crazy. My boyfriend's out there. We have to stop.'
He chuckled low, his voice a rumble that vibrated through her. 'Stop? You didn't stop me back there, Nayeon. You spread your legs wider when I fingered that tight little pussy of yours.' His words hit her like a spark, igniting the heat she'd been trying to ignore. She shook her head, stepping sideways to put space between them, but he mirrored her move, blocking her path to the door.
Another step forward from him, and she backed into the wall beside the sinks, trapped. Her breath hitched as his body heat enveloped her, his chest almost touching her breasts. The way he moved, predatory and sure, made her thighs clench, her arousal dripping down her inner leg.
'I broke up with you,' she protested weakly, her hands coming up to push at his chest. But her palms lingered there, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt. Min Suk's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly, pinning it above her head against the wall. His other hand trailed up her side, fingers dancing over the curve of her hip. 'You know my touch, though. Feel how your body's reacting? You're soaked for me already.'
Nayeon tried to twist away, her free hand shoving at his shoulder. 'No, let go. This isn't right.' But as his fingers skimmed the underside of her breast through the wet dress, she gasped, her words cutting off into a soft whimper. He knew exactly where to touch—teasing the sensitive swell of her boob, his thumb circling just under her nipple without quite grazing it. The fabric was thin and damp, making every sensation sharper. Her nipple hardened instantly, poking out like it was begging for attention. 'Stop... we can't...' she managed, but her voice cracked as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
'You miss this, don't you? My hands on your body, knowing every spot that makes you melt.' His breath was hot against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He released her wrist, but instead of pulling away, she kept her arm up, too dazed to move. Min Suk's fingers finally cupped her breast fully, squeezing the soft flesh, his palm pressing against her nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just hard enough to make her arch into him. 'These tits of yours— so perky, so responsive. I bet you've been dreaming about me playing with them.'
'Shut up, I haven't,' she denied, shaking her head, but her body leaned forward, pushing her boob harder into his hand. The pleasure shot straight to her core, her pussy clenching around nothing. She tried to talk sense again—'Jae's waiting, he'll come looking'—but Min Suk's mouth descended on her neck, his tongue licking a slow, wet trail from her collarbone up to her jaw.
He sucked gently on the spot just below her ear, the one that always made her knees weak, and she moaned despite herself, her hands fisting in his shirt instead of pushing him away.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at her. 'Liar. Your neck's always been your weak spot. Remember how you'd beg me to kiss it?' Wait, what? He'd known her forever. His free hand slid down her body, tracing the lines of her abs through the dress. Nayeon's stomach was toned from her workouts, and he knew it, his fingers pressing into the firm muscles, dipping into her navel. 'These abs... so tight, so sexy. You work hard for this body, but it's mine to tease right now.'
She swallowed hard, trying to summon words. 'You're wrong, I don't... ah!' Her protest died as his hand ventured lower, over her hips to her thighs. He squeezed the soft flesh of her inner thigh, his fingers inching up under the hem of her dress. The skin there was slick from her arousal and the soda, and he groaned appreciatively. 'Feel that? Your thighs are trembling for me. Spread them a little, baby.'
'No, please, we have to stop,' Nayeon whispered, but her legs parted just a fraction, inviting him closer. Min Suk's touch was expert, his nails scraping lightly up her thigh, making goosebumps rise. He knew the spot right at the crease where thigh met pussy, and he teased it mercilessly, circling without touching her core. Her clit ached, desperate for contact, and she felt more wetness trickle out, soaking her bare lips.
He pressed his body against hers fully now, his hard cock evident through his jeans, grinding against her hip. 'You miss my cock, Nayeon-ah. That thick shaft stretching your pussy, filling you up. Admit it.' His hand finally cupped her mound, fingers pressing against her soaked folds through the dress. She was dripping, the fabric dark and clinging to her shaved pussy.
'I don't miss anything! You're a bastard,' she lied, her voice shaky, but her hips bucked forward into his palm. Min Suk laughed softly, hiking her dress up in one swift motion, exposing her bare lower half. Cool air hit her wet pussy, making her gasp. He stepped back just enough to look down, his eyes devouring the sight. 'Look at this, baby. Your cunt's weeping for me. Dripping wet, lips all puffy and pink.'
Nayeon's face burned with shame and desire. She tried to close her legs, but he wedged his knee between them, forcing them apart. 'No, don't look,' she pleaded, hands covering her face. But Min Suk grabbed her chin, tilting her head down so she had to see. Her pussy was on full display, slick juices coating her inner thighs, a thin trail trickling down toward her knee. 'See? Your body's honest, even if you won't be. You need my fingers back inside you.'
Before she could argue, he spun her around to face the sink, his strong hands on her hips. 'Put your leg up here,' he commanded, tapping the edge of the sink. Nayeon shook her head, gripping the counter. 'I can't... Jae...' But his hand on her lower back pressed firmly, and the other lifted her right leg, hooking it over the sink's rim. She was forced to balance on her left foot, her dress bunched around her waist, pussy fully exposed in the mirror. The position spread her wide, her ass cheeks parting slightly, giving him a clear view of her dripping hole and swollen clit. Juices trickled down, splashing softly into the sink below.
'Fuck, look at that pretty pussy,' Min Suk growled, his hands spreading her ass cheeks wider. 'So bare, so ready. Dripping like a faucet.' Nayeon whimpered, staring at her reflection—legs splayed, cunt glistening under the lights. She looked like a slut, adventurous and kinky, and the sight made her even wetter. 'Please, put me down. This is too much.'
But Min Suk ignored her, one hand sliding between her thighs from behind. His fingers traced her outer lips, collecting her slickness, then parted them slowly. 'Too much? Your hole's twitching for me.' He dipped one finger into her entrance, just the tip, and she cried out, her hands slapping the mirror. 'No, take it out!' She reached back, grabbing his wrist to push him away, but he held firm, sliding the finger deeper.
'Deny it all you want, but this pussy's sucking me in.' His finger plunged fully inside, her walls clenching around the intrusion. Nayeon moaned, her grip on his wrist tightening, trying to pull him out. 'Stop... I don't want this,' she gasped, but her hips rocked back, taking him deeper. Min Suk added a second finger, stretching her, the wet squelch echoing in the bathroom. 'Liar. Listen to how wet you are. That sloppy sound—your cunt loves my fingers.'
He curled them inside her, rubbing the front wall, hitting her G-spot with precision. Nayeon's knees buckled, her leg slipping slightly on the sink, but he held her steady. 'Oh god, no,' she whimpered, pushing at his wrist again, but her strength was fading, fingers trembling. Pleasure built fast, her clit throbbing untouched. Min Suk's thumb found it, circling the nub while his fingers pumped in and out, slow at first, then faster.
'Tell me you don't miss this,' he taunted, his free hand reaching around to pinch her nipple again. 'My fingers fucking your tight hole, making you cream all over them.' She tried to speak—' I don't... ahh!'—but his thrust hit deep, and she screamed, a high-pitched moan that bounced off the tiles. Her hand on his wrist went slack, now just holding on as waves of ecstasy rolled through her.
'That's it, moan for me. Your boyfriend can't hear this, but I can feel how close you are.' He sped up, three fingers now, scissoring her wide, juices splashing with each plunge. Nayeon's abs tensed, her boobs heaving as she panted. She denied it one last time—' Not for you...'—but it dissolved into screams, her body betraying her completely. Her pussy gushed around his hand, walls fluttering, pushing her toward the edge in this forbidden, adventurous bathroom tryst.
Min Suk's dirty talk continued, low and relentless. 'Your clit's so hard, begging to be rubbed. Imagine my cock here instead, pounding this dripping cunt while Jae watches the movie.' The words made her clench harder, her resistance crumbling. She gripped the sink, pushing back onto his fingers, moans turning to screams as he expertly played her body like an instrument. Her hands no longer pushed; they pulled him closer, her body surrendering to the kinky pleasure.
He twisted his fingers, grazing her G-spot over and over, thumb flicking her clit in rapid circles. 'Cum for me, Nayeon-ah. Show me how much you missed me.' She fought it, biting her lip, but her orgasm crashed through her, pussy spasming wildly around his fingers. She screamed his name—' Min suk-ah!'—juices squirting out, soaking his hand and the sink. Her leg shook on the rim, body convulsing as waves of bliss hit her.
Panting, she slumped against the mirror, his fingers still buried deep, gently stroking her through the aftershocks. 'See? Your body knows what it wants.' Nayeon could only whimper, spent and aroused all over again, the adventure far from over.
The bathroom tiles were still reverberating with Nayeon’s final, shattering scream. Her body was slick with sweat and her own copious juices, which still dripped steadily down her inner thigh and into the sink. She was completely spent, slumped against the cold mirror, his fingers a warm, heavy weight buried deep inside her.
As the last tremors of her climax subsided, Nayeon’s mind slowly began to resurface from the depths of pure sensation. The shame hit her with the force of a physical blow. The reality of her location—a public movie theater bathroom—and the person responsible—Min Suk, her dangerous, thrilling ex, while her current boyfriend, Jae, waited just outside—slammed into her.
"No... no, get away," she managed to gasp, her voice weak and hoarse. The shame gave her a surge of adrenaline.
She tried to pull her leg off the sink, desperate to get her footing, to cover herself, to escape the horrific exposure. She pushed against the mirror, trying to twist away from the hand that was still intimately embedded in her.
Min Suk didn't release her. He slowly withdrew his fingers, slick and dripping, his eyes dark with predatory satisfaction. He took a single step back, giving her space, but his hands immediately moved to her waist, anchoring her.
Before she could execute her escape, he hauled her upright, pulling her full weight off the sink and swinging her around violently. Her feet landed unsteadily on the floor, her knees still shaking violently from the orgasm. He didn't give her a chance to regain balance or cover up her exposed lower half.
In one fluid, demanding motion, he slammed her back against the cool, hard surface of the bathroom stall door.
Her back hit the metal with a loud thud, and she gasped, instantly disoriented. He immediately crushed his body against hers, his hard cock, still rock-hard beneath his jeans, pressing forcefully into her exposed, wet pussy.
"No, stop it!" Nayeon protested, the last shreds of her conscience rallying. She pushed against his chest, her hands balled into weak, ineffective fists, hitting his firm pectoral muscles. "Min Suk, let me go! I mean it!"
Her struggle was fierce but brief. He didn't respond with words, only action. His mouth descended onto hers with brutal, immediate force, silencing her protest.
The kiss was everything their history embodied: deep, possessive, and overwhelming. His tongue stabbed past her lips, invading her mouth, tracing the delicate ridges of her palate, and battling with her own tongue. It was a complete take-over, his tongue a mirror of the dominant way his cock had just used her.
At first, Nayeon continued to fight, her head straining back against the stall door, her small fists weakly beating his chest, trying to push him away. This is wrong. Jae. Stop.
But his tongue was a master of pleasure. It worked her mouth relentlessly, passionately, a hypnotic, wet dance that triggered deep, forgotten memories of their past intimacy. The taste of him, a potent mixture of soda, salt, and her own lingering arousal, was addictive.
As her mind screamed 'No,' her body began to respond 'Yes.' Her resistance faltered. The feeble blows against his chest weakened, becoming slow, almost tentative taps, and then, finally, her hands opened.
The moment her fists relaxed, Min Suk took full advantage.
His hands slid from her waist, moving down her bare back before reaching around to cup her exposed ass cheeks. He squeezed the soft flesh hard, lifting her slightly, using the pressure to grind his hard, jutting cock even more intensely against her still-swollen, hypersensitive pussy.
A deep, involuntary moan escaped Nayeon's throat, muffled by the relentless kiss. The intense friction of his denim-covered cock rubbing against her wet, bare lips was agonizingly thrilling. Her legs, spread slightly by his position, began to tremble again.
His hands continued their assault on her body, one still gripping her ass, the other sliding around to her front. He reached under the bunched-up dress, his thumb finding her nipple, still peaked and throbbing from her recent climax. He pinched it roughly, twisting the sensitive peak between his fingers.
"Mmmph! Ah!" The sharp, sudden pain of the nipple pinch combined with the intense grinding friction at her core shattered the last wall of her resolve.
Her hands, which moments before had been pushing him away, now flew up and around his neck. She stopped fighting the kiss and began to kiss him back.
It was a total, feral surrender. She didn't kiss him gently; she kissed him with the same primal ferocity and raw, uninhibited passion that had defined their relationship in the past. Her tongue met his, demanding, hungry, and dueling for dominance. The shame of the current moment vanished, replaced entirely by the intoxicating, forbidden thrill of their reunion. In that instant, pressed hard against the cold metal door, there was no Jae, no movie, only the undeniable, immediate reality of Min Suk's body against hers.
Her fingers dug into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his head closer, deepening the kiss to the point of pain.
Her free hand, driven by a deep, urgent craving, slid down his torso, over the beltline, and finally reached the massive, hard tent straining against his jeans. She cupped him, her palm closing around the thick, heavy shaft, feeling the unyielding power of his erection beneath the rough denim.
She stroked him hard, a long, firm pull from base to tip, her fingers trembling with the raw need his body always evoked.
"Fuck," she gasped, breaking the kiss for a second, her forehead resting against his. "I missed you... I missed this!" The lie was gone; the truth was raw and ugly and beautiful. Her body and hands craved his physicality, the size, the strength, the overwhelming sexual dominance that made her forget everything else.
He responded with a grunt of deep satisfaction, grinding his hips harder, allowing her hand to continue its possessive stroking over his rock-hard cock. He resumed the kiss, his tongue plunging deep, mirroring the deep, powerful stroke of her hand over his erection.
Her legs, no longer resisting, parted wider, her thighs rubbing against his own jean-clad thighs, adding a new layer of intense friction to her already over-stimulated pussy. The soft, exposed flesh of her inner thigh was pressed against the rough denim, a kinky, thrilling clash of textures. She arched her back, pressing her naked, wet core harder into his crotch, begging for the pain and pleasure of his thickness.
She was completely lost, utterly consumed by the dangerous, forbidden fire of her ex-boyfriend, giving herself over entirely to the explicit, adventurous moment of betrayal and passion.
Min Suk pulled back slightly, his eyes still dark and heavy-lidded with lust. But before he could issue a new command, Nayeon took the lead.
She grabbed his face with both of her hands, her fingers pressing into his temples, and hauled his head back down to meet her mouth. The kiss was no longer a forced violation; it was a hungry demand. Her lips were open and wet, and she slammed her tongue into his mouth with an aggressive, consuming passion that surprised him. She was suddenly the aggressor, driving the kiss deep, biting his lower lip, and sucking his tongue with a fierceness that had been dormant for years.
Her hands left his face and plunged immediately, possessively, under his shirt. Her fingers splayed wide across the warm, muscular expanse of his back, tracing the ridges of his spine and the contours of his hard, grey-haired shoulders. She didn't just touch; she explored, she clawed, she owned. Every movement was a declaration: This is mine. I missed this.
Min Suk let out a deep, throaty laugh, the sound rumbling against her ear as she broke the kiss to press her mouth against the sensitive juncture of his neck and shoulder. The laugh was teasing, appreciative, and fully understanding.
"There she is," he chuckled, his voice thick with arousal. "The bold Nayeon. The one who used to ditch rehearsal just to get her ass pounded in my apartment. Took you long enough to show up, baby." He leaned his head back against the stall door, letting her take complete control of the kiss and the pace.
She didn't stop to argue. She was past shame, past guilt, past the need to maintain any facade. A switch had been violently flipped inside her, and the only thing that mattered was the overwhelming, intoxicating reality of Min Suk and his body. The thrill of betrayal, of the immediate, explicit danger, only amplified her hunger.
Her mouth moved from his neck, trailing wet, hot kisses down to his collarbone. She licked the salty, slightly musky skin of his throat, her hands tearing at the button of his shirt.
"Shut up," she murmured against his skin, her voice low and husky, entirely devoid of the previous panic. She tasted him, savored the scent of him, and let the words spill out in the same breath. "You know I love your cock more than anyone's! I've been faking it for six months with Jae! His small thing barely touches anything! I only think about your thick shaft when I'm on stage! All day, every day, Min Suk's cock is the only thing on my mind, besides the damn comeback schedule!"
The confession was raw, filthy, and entirely genuine. Her mind, usually segmented between her demanding professional life (TWICE, her members, the fans) and her subdued personal life, was now brutally reduced to one glorious, immediate fixation: Min Suk and the overwhelming pleasure he provided.
With this final admission, her inhibition collapsed entirely. She ripped his button-down shirt open, the fabric tearing slightly at the strained buttons, exposing his chest. She pressed her face against his warm, hairy skin, licking a trail across his pectoral muscle.
At the same time, her own dress—already bunched around her waist—was now a hindrance. She reached down, her hands moving with sudden, decisive efficiency, and roughly shoved the bunched fabric up over her head. The dress snagged momentarily on her hair before she tore it free and tossed it onto the wet bathroom floor.
She was fully bare now. Her body—toned from dance practice, her breasts heaving, her pussy still glistening from her climax, was on full display against the unforgiving metal of the stall door. There was no hesitation, no attempt to cover her breasts or her exposed sex. The shy Nayeon was dead. She was the bold woman who knew exactly what she wanted and where to get it.
She then focused on him. Her hands worked furiously at his belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans, the metallic rasp echoing loudly in the enclosed space. She didn't bother trying to slip them off entirely; she simply yanked the zipper down and pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees, trapping them around his ankles.
His massive, engorged cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, pointed directly at her wet core. It was the moment of truth.
Nayeon didn't wait. Still pressed against the stall door, she locked eyes with him, a look of fierce, unadulterated desire burning in her gaze. She was the one who had commanded the pace; she was the one who would initiate the final, ultimate surrender.
She grabbed his hips, pulling his body tighter against hers, ensuring that the heavy, thick column of his cock was rubbing forcefully against her slick, aching pussy lips. The friction of her bare flesh against his exposed erection made them both groan simultaneously.
"Now," she panted, her voice a low snarl of lust. "Right now. Fuck me. Hard."
Nayeon's newfound dominance was a challenge Min Suk met with primal, triumphant hunger. He let out a deep, satisfied roar—a sound of raw relief—as she clung to him, pressing her bare, aching pussy against the massive head of his cock. Her command, "Now, right now. Fuck me. Hard," was the final authorization he needed.
He didn't ease in; he grabbed her hips and slammed his thick shaft into her fully, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal, singular thrust.
Nayeon screamed—a strangled, guttural sound that was instantly choked off by the profound, shocking fullness that invaded her. Her body was violently stretched, the sheer thickness of him a crushing, intoxicating pressure that instantly triggered deep, agonizing pleasure. She could feel the dense, hard head of his cock jarring her cervix with the familiar, heavy impact that Jae's smaller size could never reach.
"Oh God, that's it!" she gasped, her hands flying out to clutch the cold, hard metal of the stall door, bending her body forward, instinctively trying to accommodate the immense pressure.
Min Suk, feeling her tight, wet walls suck him in after six months of deprivation, let out a deep, vibrating groan of his own. The immediate, intense grip of her pussy was the ultimate welcome home.
"You're so damn tight, Nayeon-ah!" he growled, pulling out just enough to hear the wet schlop of their separation before slamming back in with a deep, punishing rhythm against the door. "I missed this grip! I missed feeling you squeeze me like this!"
Nayeon's eyes rolled back. All thought dissolved into pure sensation. Her hips instinctively rocked back against his, meeting his powerful thrusts with a frantic, eager rhythm. Her voice was strained and broken, a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Don't stop! Don't you dare stop! It's the best! This is the best cock in the world! I need this, Min Suk! Pound me!"
He shifted his hands from her hips to her firm, muscular ass cheeks. He cupped the round, smooth flesh, squeezing hard, then used the grip to control the angle of his thrust, angling his massive cock to grind relentlessly against her G-spot. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, sending white-hot bolts of pleasure radiating through her core.
He punctuated his thrusts with sharp, resounding slaps to her ass. "You love the way I use you, don't you? Say thank you!"
"Yes! Thank you, Daddy!" she screamed, the humiliation driving her further into climax. "Hit it again! It's your ass to slap!"
He fucked her with a primal, aggressive violence, her body bent over the metal, slick and bare, fully consumed by his dominant presence. She was rocking back onto his cock with every drive, fucking herself onto his thickness, lost in the forbidden, overwhelming reality of their reunion.
Just as the familiar, dizzying rush of a second orgasm began to seize her, a terrifying sound tore through their bubble of lust: the outer door of the bathroom opened.
Click-clack. Click-clack.
Two women's voices immediately followed, giggling and discussing the movie. "Oh my god, I know! When he did that jump, I almost spilled my soda!"
Nayeon’s eyes snapped wide open in paralyzing terror. She tried to squirm away, the instinct to cover herself and flee immediate, but Min Suk was locked deep inside her.
"Stop!" she mouthed silently, her panic palpable.
He didn't pull out. He just whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble in her ear, "Shhh. Don't move."
He gripped her shoulder and swiftly maneuvered them both, pressing her firmly into the far corner of the narrow stall, away from the tiny gap beneath the door. Nayeon’s eyes darted frantically to the floor outside their stall—her bunched-up dress, Min Suk's shirt, and his jeans were piled inches from where the women were now standing, their conversation loud and clear.
Her mind screamed at him to stop, to wait, to pause the debauchery until the danger passed. But Min Suk, his eyes glinting with a wicked, intoxicating thrill, found the imminent risk to be the ultimate turn-on.
As the women began to use the sinks just outside, Min Suk slid his thick cock out about halfway—just enough to start the friction—and then slammed back in with a deep, controlled thrust.
Nayeon’s breath hitched, a sharp, choked gasp of pain and pleasure. She instantly clamped her teeth down hard on her lower lip, stifling the scream that was desperate to erupt from her throat. The proximity of the voices forced her into absolute, terrified silence.
He began to fuck her slowly, deeply, and silently, every thrust an act of contained, focused violation. He wasn't fast, but he was deep, the rhythmic grinding of his pelvis against her ass echoing the soft clicks of the faucet outside.
"So wet for me, aren't you?" he whispered, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot. "You can't even moan. Squeeze me, baby. Show me how much you want this."
She obeyed, squeezing her internal muscles around his thickness, trying desperately to contain the rapidly building third orgasm. She could hear the women's casual chatter, the sound of the soap dispenser, and the sickeningly loud, wet squelch of Min Suk's cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
He drove in again, a slow, grinding thrust that hit her with catastrophic precision. Her entire body tensed, her pussy walls suddenly spasming uncontrollably around his cock, signalling the point of no return. She was so close that she could no longer control the building pressure. She bit down on her lip until she tasted blood, muffling the high-pitched, desperate whine of her impending climax.
The walls of the narrow bathroom stall were slick with condensation, sweat, and Nayeon's heat. The casual chatter of the women outside, discussing movie plots and buttered popcorn, formed a chilling, paradoxical backdrop to the explicit, violent intimacy unfolding just feet away.
Nayeon's body was a tuning fork, vibrating with residual pleasure and terrified tension. She was still locked against Min Suk, his cock deep inside her, her pussy walls pulsing in silent spasms as her second, high-risk orgasm subsided. She bit down on her lip until the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, ensuring no sound betrayed their location.
But Min Suk was not finished with the dangerous game.
He felt the intense, residual wetness that coated his shaft. Her body, hyper-stimulated and craving release after six months of deprivation, was poised on a hair trigger. He intended to exploit that state until she was a completely empty, incoherent mess.
He slid his cock out slowly, savoring the wet, sucking schlop sound that was thankfully swallowed by the echoing acoustics of the tiled bathroom. The instant his head slipped free, Nayeon's entire body seized. The immense, sudden void of his thickness caused a massive, electric shock to her internal nerves, and her pussy walls erupted.
She felt a hot, powerful gush deep inside her, an involuntary wave of fluid that poured out of her hole. The sensation was explosive, the fluid jetting out and running down her thighs. It was her squirt, a physical manifestation of her complete surrender, something she hadn't experienced since she was with him.
"There it is," Min Suk hissed, his voice low and triumphant, his eyes devouring the sight.
He watched her dripping, convulsing pussy, its lips swollen and pink, pouring out a transparent torrent of fluid. The intensity of her arousal was visible in the way her core muscles cramped and shuddered.
He didn't give her time to recover. Before the surge could fully subside, he slammed his cock back in, burying himself deep in one sharp, demanding thrust.
"Ahhh! Oh!" Nayeon gasped, the sound a strangled whimper that she instantly smothered by crushing her forehead against his shoulder.
The immediate, overwhelming pressure of his thickness hitting her G-spot again, combined with the extreme sensitivity of her post-orgasm state, was too much. Her body rebelled against the control she was trying to maintain. As his cock twisted slightly inside her, grinding against her deepest nerve center, she squirted again.
Another surge of hot fluid gushed out, mixing with the previous release, coating his balls and the base of his shaft. Min Suk felt the rush of liquid and the accompanying violent contractions of her walls, and he grinned, his triumph complete.
He pulled out again—slowly, deliberately—and the sight was breathtakingly filthy. Her pussy, framed by the tattered remnant of her stocking, was pouring like an open faucet, the floor already beginning to collect a sticky puddle. His cock, thick and impossibly hard, was slicked entirely in her juices, dripping like an icicle.
"Look at you," he mocked softly, pressing his mouth against the sweaty shell of her ear. "You're a fountain for me. Your body remembers who owns your pleasure."
He slammed back in a third time, plunging into the slick, open entrance. The force of the re-entry was so violent, so precisely targeted, that it bypassed all control. This time, Nayeon’s entire body seized and buckled.
A long, desperate whine managed to escape her tightly clenched throat. She lost all connection to the outside world, the voices and the risk vanishing in a blinding white flash. Her pussy went into massive, rhythmic spasms, squirting a continuous stream of fluid that felt endless, drenching the lower half of his torso and splashing onto the metal stall door.
Min Suk finally held her still, locked deep inside her, his hips pressing her against the wall as he rode out the last of her violent convulsions. She was done. Her body was a mass of trembling exhaustion, like a celebrity who had just collapsed off stage after a three-hour concert.
Her skin was utterly drenched, the sweat from her hair, neck, and back mixing with the slick fluids of their sex. She was panting in deep, ragged gulps, her chest heaving, her eyes half-closed and swimming in a daze. She seemed to have lost the ability to form coherent thoughts, mumbling nonsense words—fragments of song lyrics, Korean phrases, and his name—a continuous stream of confused, pleasure-induced chatter.
Her beautiful, sexy body was an image of pure, glorious ruin: bare, sweaty, and utterly defeated.
He pulled his cock out just slightly, enough to create a torturous friction, and then grabbed a handful of her hair—the sleek, dark strands—and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
"Look at what I did to you," he commanded, his voice dark and possessive. He held her head steady, forcing her dazed eyes to focus. "Six months, and you're soaked, you're shaking, you're spraying on the floor for me. Now answer me, Nayeon-ah. Are you ever going to dare to leave me again?"
He didn't wait for her verbal answer.
With the grip on her hair tight, he began to thrust hard and deep, the movements slow but crushing, using the penetration as a form of non-verbal, physical demand.
Thrust. "Are you leaving me?" Thrust. "Are you going back to that small cock?" Thrust. "Will you dare forget how good this feels?"
Her head bobbed violently with each deep impact. She couldn't form words, only broken sounds.
"N-no! Ahhh! Never!" she screamed internally, but externally, it came out as a desperate, guttural whimper of surrender, punctuated by the thick slapping of his balls against her thighs.
As he continued to pound the answer out of her, Min Suk's free hand reached around her body. His fingers found her clit, now swollen and engorged to a painful degree, and he began to rub it viciously, adding another overwhelming layer of sensation to the deep, physical violation.
Simultaneously, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to her sweaty, exposed back. He started to lick the skin, his tongue tracing the curve of her spine, sucking the salty sweat that coated her like nectar. The taste of her exertion, her shame, and her pleasure was intoxicating. He was drinking in her surrender, consuming every part of the globally famous Idol, who was currently reduced to a screaming, helpless cock sleeve in a public restroom.
The combination of the deep, aggressive thrusts, the relentless clit stimulation, and the sudden, possessive licking of her sweat pushed her body to its limit. Her core muscles went rigid, locking her onto his shaft.
It hit her again—a final, massive, intense catastrophic climax. Her vision went white, her body screamed, and her pussy violently burst open.
Min Suk felt the tidal wave of fluid erupting around his shaft. He let out a primal yell of triumph and pulled his cock completely out in one sharp, powerful motion, holding her by her hair, forcing her eyes down to the floor.
She was left bent over, hands clinging to the stall door, her pussy spraying and gushing uncontrollably onto the cold, tiled floor. The volume of fluid was immense, mixing with the thick semen and her sweat, creating a rapidly expanding puddle beneath her shaking knees. Min Suk simply watched the spectacle of her body's total submission, his own cock thick and heavy, covered in the evidence of her multiple, violent releases. She was a spent, raw, trembling ruin.
The immediate aftermath left Nayeon weak, dizzy, and totally exposed. The women outside finally left, the click-clack of their heels receding, but Nayeon didn't notice. Her mind was a fog of ecstasy and exhaustion. She was shivering, sweating, her body aching, her pussy throbbing, but the need for more was an immediate, overwhelming force.
She looked up at Min Suk, his cock slick and heavy, and the last shred of her dignity vanished. She was a whore in heat, focused entirely on the source of her devastating pleasure.
"I want it... I need to taste it," she whimpered, her voice raw.
Min Suk, still dominant and fully erect, didn't stand over her. He simply turned and sat down on the closed toilet lid within the narrow stall, his knees spread, his heavy cock pointing directly at her face. The new position was a crude throne of dominance.
Nayeon immediately collapsed onto the floor, scrambling on her hands and knees in front of him. She didn't have to be asked. She reached out, her hands trembling, and gripped the thick column of his cock, bringing the massive head to her mouth.
Min Suk immediately grabbed a bunch of her wet, tangled hair at the crown of her head, locking his grip.
"That's right," he growled, pulling her head down sharply. "Take it like the slut you are. Lick every inch. Make it shine."
Nayeon began to suck and lick with a ferocity born of desperation and skill. She worked the thick shaft, her tongue swirling around the ridged head, swallowing him deep and hard, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled him in. She was the globally famous idol, on her knees, giving a filthy, aggressive blowjob to her ex-boyfriend in a movie theater stall.
She was skillful—her technique honed by past encounters—sucking the base, running her tongue along the underside where the veins pulsed, and then focusing intense suction on the ultra-sensitive tip.
Midway through the intense oral session, Min Suk used his free hand to lift his cock, deliberately revealing his heavy, full, dangling balls to her face.
Nayeon needed no command. Her eyes instantly locked onto the prize, and she released his shaft, opening her mouth to envelop one of his heavy, taut testicles. She licked the smooth, warm skin, taking the entire ball into her mouth, swirling her tongue and sucking gently, then moved to the other, treating his entire scrotum with the same devotion.
She returned to his shaft, increasing the pace, sucking and licking him with an almost frantic energy, desperate for the final, thick load she knew was coming.
Min Suk let her work, pulling her hair tight, controlling the depth of his thrusts, using her head like a handle as she worshiped him. He felt the intense, burning heat rise, and with a series of powerful pelvic thrusts, he came inside her mouth again.
He held her head firmly, forcing her to swallow the thick, hot torrent of his semen. She swallowed, obeyed, taking every drop of his final, potent release, a final act of absolute devotion.
When he was finally empty, he released her hair. Nayeon slumped back onto the wet, sticky floor of the stall. She was fully sweaty and exhausted, her limbs weak and trembling, her face smeared with his semen, her body aching but utterly content and satisfied. The switch was flipped, the hunger was momentarily satiated, and she was left in a daze of spent, post-orgasmic bliss.
Jae was confused. He had waited outside the men’s room for what felt like an hour, then returned to their seats in the dark cinema, watching the film finish alone. Nayeon never came back. He called her name softly in the lobby, then in the parking lot. Nothing.
When he finally reached home, alone, he found a cryptic text message from her, delivered an hour after the movie ended:
I can’t do this anymore. We need to break up. Don't contact me.
The message was brutal, cold, and entirely out of character. Just hours ago, they had been holding hands. He spent the next day trying to reach her, sending frantic texts, but getting only silence.
Finally, late that evening, desperate and worried, he called her phone.
The phone rang twice, then Nayeon answered, her voice sounding strange—hoarse, breathless, and thick with exhaustion.
"Nayeon? What happened? Are you okay? Why did you break up with—"
He was cut off not by her words, but by a sound on the other end of the line—a distinct, loud wet schlop sound, followed immediately by a sharp, choked gasp that was clearly not hers.
Then came the low, gravelly rumble of a man's voice, muffled, but unmistakable. "Don't talk, baby. Open your mouth."
Jae froze, his heart slamming against his ribs. He could hear more sounds now: slurping, sucking, wet, rhythmic sounds that left absolutely no room for interpretation. He listened in sick, horrified silence as the man continued to use her.
Then, the final, crushing blow: a high-pitched, desperate scream, a sound he recognized as Nayeon's voice pushed to the very edge, followed by a series of frantic, wet moans and one final, explosive shout that echoed with the brutal pleasure of a massive climax.
The phone line went dead moments later.
Jae stood in his apartment, the receiver dropped at his side. The sounds he had heard—the raw, animalistic screams of pleasure, the deep, guttural moans, the explicit slurping—told him everything he needed to know. She wasn't just with someone else; she was being fucked senseless by a man who knew exactly how to break her control, a man who gave her a satisfaction that his own relationship had clearly lacked. Her screams of pleasure were a brutal indictment of his own inadequacy. He, the man dating one of the most beautiful, famous women in the world, had lost her to an unknown man who could make her sound like that. He was confused, heartbroken, and consumed by a crushing, profound disappointment in himself. He never saw or heard from Nayeon again.
hello…. I am sorry…. If you are sick of broken english nayeon… but 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮.
a different plot would be nice,, maybe like,,, pornstar nayeon x fan reader… if ur open to it? 😞 i dont know IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS!!!!! Please and thank you..
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ּ ֶָ֢. pairing . im nayeon x fem! reader
synopsis . you never thought you'd encounter your favorite actress outside of an incognito tab!
ּ ֶָ֢. content . smut, duh. pornstar! nayeon. fan! reader. pervy! reader. age gap. on camera sex. switch! nayeon. a little self indulgent (VERY self indulgent). cunnilingus. fingering.
notes . hi again hanaaaaaaa, I love this req thank u! andddd thank you for 350 followers omg mwah mwah mwahhhh | part two!
a slow sigh leaves your lips as you browse the items.
your arms are gently crossed, eyes scanning the various boxes and sizes of the items inside. low music plays in the background - something sensual, or along the lines. it matches the vibe of the store perfectly, of course, as you were actively looking at various sex toys. you usually did your shopping online, but your internet was bugging today and the online shop wouldn't load.
and so here you were, sighs escaping here and there as you chewed on your bottom lip, considering the options. you needed a new vibrator, that was for sure. your last one just wasn't hitting it anymore.
a soft presence neared your side, and you glanced to find a girl, arms crossed similarly to yours. though she wore a large oversized hoodie, and sunglasses. your eyes are shameless in the way they drag down her body, at the pale legs under her small shorts, and back up. her lighter toned brown hair is shifted off to the side, and you catch a glimpse of her neck - before she slightly glances your way.
your gaze snaps away, heat flooding your face. she looked awfully familiar, even with the glasses on. shaking your head, you refocus back in on the toys, but it only lasts a moment before your eyes flit back to her. you squint. why did she look so damn familiar?
"excuse me.."
she looks over, tilting her head. you frown, shaking your head. "sorry, i- thought I knew you for a moment."
a slow smile forms on her face. your eyes lock in on her lips. those lips. where have you seen them? why do you know them so well? she parts them, speaking in a low, slightly accented tone. "oh?"
something jolts in you, and your eyes snap up as she shifts her sunglasses to the top of her head - your eyes widening instantly. you're unable to hide the recognition in yours eyes; because standing before you is the im nayeon. one of the most notorious pornstars in the industry, and the biggest in all of Korea because she was one of the only stars from Korea, given the nations conservative beliefs. and you had been the biggest fan of her for years. all of her videos you'd seen, her collabs (which were few and far between), all her solo videos. you followed her instagram, her twitter, and you even subscribed to her private only fans.
you were a bit obsessed.
nayeon's lips curled to a grin. "you know me?"
her eyes drifted down and back up your body, and that combined with her thick accent made your heart speed, heat flooding your face and somewhere else.
your words sputter. “I-I, y-yes. I do.”
she tilts her head playfully. “yeah? my fan?”
god. her voice was so confident.
you swallowed thickly, knowing that she knew you watched her. intimately. like - a lot. “…yeah.”
nayeon’s smile grows as your eyes slip again, and you’re unable to hide the obvious hunger. nayeon had one of the best bodies you’d even seen on an actor, which is part of the reason why you enjoyed her content so much. that, and the fact that she had to cutest little moans ever - and was able to switch between dominant and submissive at the drop of a hat. you greedily drunk in the sight of her infront of you, before she snaps your attention back up.
she hums, giving you a pretty smile. “thank you baby.”
your face flares, and you nod, turning back to the wall and away from her heavy gaze. your hands fumble - needing to get out of this store as soon as possible. you couldn’t believe you ran into her - let alone met her and spoken to her.
your feet led you quickly to the register, and you slid the box down, cheeks burning as you fumbled.
“is this all?” the cashier spoke politely, scanning and bagging your box. she glanced up at your face, figuring you were just one of those shyer folk. sympathetically, she turned the card reader around. “that’ll be - ”
“i’ve got it.”
your hand is brushed away by a bigger one, a lush perfume invading your senses. you turn - cheeks blazing at how close nayeon is. she sends you a little smirk, her arm slipping around your waist. “didn’t I say wait for me? bad girl.”
she slips her items up as well, cooing at you. the cashier hums, scanning her items too. “silly girl,” nayeon looks to the cashier, shaking her head. “isn’t she the sweetest?”
her accent was thicker than usual, as her hand possessively squeezed your hip. the cashier gave a lightly chuckle, as nayeon turned to you. her voice dipped low, slightly husky and quiet enough for only you to hear. “..not everyday I meet cute fan,” she eyed you slowly. “…we could go back to my hotel, baby.”
you’re nodding before the sentence is even finished.
she grins, sliding her car toward the cashier and whispering to you.
“good girl.”
the hotel room is cold and the only sounds come from nayeon - or, well, the plastic bag she holds.
her hands move through, tugging out stuff you hadn't even realized she bought. though you must've been a bit too caught up in your own flustered state to realize. nayeon shifts, and you automatically look up when she’s suddenly infront of you, smiling.
“are you nervous?” she whispers, her hand coming to your jaw and softly stroking it. you gulp, audibly. her smile grows. “don’t be.”
“I can’t help it…” you whisper softly, practically buzzing in her touch. for years you’d longed for this behind a mere screen - it was insane that it was even happening now. your body automatically pressed, face nuzzling her hand.
nayeon bit her lip. “good girl, so cute.”
then she pulled away, and you suppressed a weak whine that was drowned out by her waving at you. oh. she wanted your clothes off.
obediently you shuffle - hands all shaky as you tug off your hoodie and sweats, blinking up at her with faux innocent eyes. there was nothing you wanted more in the world than for her corruption. it may or may not have been a fantasy of yours for a longgggg time, ever since you’d stumbled upon her videos as a young teen.
nayeon’s eyes scanned up and down your body, her lips raising to a grin that showed off her teeth. her hands were on you, slowly pushing you back as she climbed on top - and your heart raced.
she leant down, brushing her lips across your tummy up between the swell of your breasts, and up your neck - placing tiny kisses along your jaw. “..pretty,” she whispered between kisses, making your heart swell.
your hands twitched, tentatively grabbing her hips. nayeon purred - leaning up to connect you in a kiss. shocks of pleasure exploded within your body, and you eagerly pressed up into her. her lips tasted like cherries and were so damn soft against yours, and where you didn’t exactly know how to kiss - nayeon was an expert in leading you along. she moved slow at first, building up the pleasure in your tummy, and then she gradually shifted more passionate by parting your lips and easing her tongue inside of your mouth.
you whimpered and clutched harder at her which made a shaky noise escape the brunette atop you. her hands wandered themselves, squeezing your waist and fondling your hips a bit before sliding back up your body to your chest. she shifted your bra up and off - briefly breaking the kiss but tugging you back in soon after as her hands wrapped around your mounds - giving slow squeezes that shot pleasure through you in the form of weak moans.
her fingers expertly pinched and rolled your nipples, and she palmed at your breasts all the while devouring your lips - it was exactly what you’d wanted.
your hands slid up, dragging her hoodie along with them and then moving back down to find perchase on the warm, pale skin exposed. the feeling of her body, so small yet so dominant above you, left a perverse satisfaction in your head - and for good measure, you gave a harder squeeze to her hips.
she whimpered into you, pulling from the kiss and sitting up, tugging off her hoodie and following soon with her bra. she leaned back down, kissing you again as her chest brushed yours, making the both of you moan.
nayeon’s knee shifted between your legs, slowly pressing against your core in the form of slow rubs, and the touch alone made your head drift back, breaking the kiss again. “fuck..” her hoarse response came - thick with pleasure and her sharp accent. she sucked marks down your neck again until making contact with your breasts. nayeon mimicked her hand motions - squeezing and pinching and teasing your pert nipples - only this time with her mouth.
her soft suckles were drowned out by your moans, as you squeezed her closer - hips rubbing up and down and shifting your core against her positioned thigh.
you whimper down, making the mistake of looking at the girl attached to your breasts - a sharper wave of arousal hitting you square in your core at the sight of those wide brown eyes staring up so innocently at you. it was the same look she always gave the camera in order to appear soft and more arousing for the viewer - when your eyes flashed with recognition, she chuckled and pulled off, teasing your wet nipples with soft strokes.
“you really are my fan..” she murmurs, watching you tremble softly beneath her. “hm..”
her hands tug away and you whine, making her shoot you a teasing smile as she reaches in her bag and grabs her phone. she passes it back to you, with a simple word.
“record.”
your heart sputters as you shakily set up the camera app, switching between watching the screen and watching nayeon as she kisses down your body and parts your legs, sitting between them and grabbing onto your panties. when the video starts - nayeon’s face is already between your thighs, pressing small kisses to the skin there. your panties have been tugged off - wafts of cool air hitting your core. you whimper softly at the feeling.
nayeon purrs with delight, looking up past the phone’s camera and to your eyes, giving that same innocent look as her lips move over - tongue running up your slit and collecting that warm arousal on her tongue. she swallows and you groan at the sight, before her lips move back in.
she’s slow, taking her time with languid strokes against your core - feeling each tremble and listening to every soft moan you give. and fuck does it feel good. it’s so much different than when you’ve touched yourself to her videos - as it feels infinitely better. your hips raise to meet her touches, and your heart races at each long lick she gives.
finally, nayeon sucks your clit into her mouth, humming around it as her fingers slide through your folds, pushing into your entrance with a wet pop.
“a-ah..!” your hips raise - desperate for more of her touch.
an appreciative hum rolls through her lips, vibrating against your core as she parts your legs a bit further - lapping gently at your clit and pushing her fingers in and out of you. your hands shake the camera a bit, and you lean it against your tummy, trying desperately to hold it up despite your hands shaking.
nayeon purred, suckling your clit into her mouth and swirling it like a lollipop as she eyed up at you - innocence flashing in her gaze. the sight alone made your hips arch, a groan escaping your lips as your head fell back. nayeon hummed again, teasing and edging you along.
you were embarrassed by how fast you were reaching your high, but nayeon seemed pleased as she kissed up your body, reaching you and slipping the phone aside as her fingers sped up and her lips pressed against yours briefly - breaking to suck at your neck and whisper hoarse, dirty words.
"so pretty..." she grunted, glancing down at the way your wet heat enveloped her fingers. a groan tore through her. "could fuck you all day.."
you whine at her words, body trembling as you grabbed her hips, squeezing desperately. "c-close-"
"yeah?"
"y-yeah.."
"mm," nayeon bent, biting at your neck.
"cum on my fingers...fuck," she groaned. "cum for me..."
you squirmed and pushed your head into her neck, groaning as her fingers curled at a specific spot inside of you - sending you shaking against her as your high hit. nayeon licked her lips, looking down as your thighs twitched.
"good girl... good girl," she whispered, tugging out and dropping a kiss to the top of your head. "mm, pretty girl.."
you whimpered, curling closer.
"oh no, no, baby," nayeon chuckled, shifting you. "don't hide..you're mine now.."
her eyes glinted with something - and to be honest, you were a bit too shy to protest.
fine, you belonged to her.
nayeon grabbed the phone, eyeing the film you'd captured. she hummed, wet hand stroking your thigh. "my perfect little star, you'll make us so famous..."
