Hey! If you could sign the members of Itzy for the Vixen Media Group porn sites, who would you sign? You could sign them for multiple ones as well 💙
Yeji
for Wifey
Yeji is the perfect choice for Wifey. Her fierce yet elegant visuals, sharp charisma, and natural dominance mixed with submissive moments make her an ideal hot wife.
She walks onto set with a confident smirk, dressed in luxurious lingerie that highlights her toned body. Yeji loves playing the cute but naughty wife who has her husband filming her getting stretched by other men. She usually starts with slow, intimate blowjobs, maintaining eye contact while drooling on someone's cock. Her favorite is riding a man's cock in cowgirl, hips rolling as she moans for him and her husband.
“Does my pussy feel good, baby?”
Yeji takes deep creampies with a huge smile, pushing the cum back inside her while looking at her husband.
Lia
for Vixen
Lia blushes at first but melts on camera. She excels in romantic, intimate scenes with soft lighting, silk sheets, and passionate eye contact. She gives slow, sloppy blowjobs with her pretty lips, moaning sweetly around cock. In missionary, her big doe eyes water beautifully as she takes thrust after thrust. Her melodic voice whimpers in pleasure.
Her body is incredibly responsive. She trembles and cums easily, legs wrapped tightly around her costar's hips as she begs.
“Please cum inside me…”
Her innocent-looking face contrasting with how greedily she takes load after load makes her extremely popular.
Ryujin
for Blacked Raw
Ryujin smirks at the camera before dropping to her knees, spitting on big black cocks and deepthroating aggressively. Ryujin loves getting manhandled. Rough doggy style, hair pulling, and choking while moaning.
“Fuck me harder with that big cock.”
She throws it back enthusiastically, her toned body glistening with sweat as she gets pounded. Ryujin takes massive creampies and facials without hesitation, often smirking arrogantly right after being filled. Most of her videos end with her stumbling out of a random hotel room, her hair and makeup a mess, her clothes not properly put together.
Chaeryeong
for Tushy
Chaeryeong’s elegant body and dedicated personality make her perfect for Tushy’s anal-focused content.
She starts shy but becomes incredibly needy once her ass is stretched. Her long legs and flexibility allow for beautiful positions as she takes sometimes several cocks in a row. Chaeryeong moans gracefully, face buried in the sheets while pushing back.
"It’s so deep in my ass…You're gaping me...”
Her favourite are slow, soft anal scenes that gradually turn intense. Most of her videos are more girlfriend themed. She's knwon for her sweet, slow moaning scenes, that turn into rough pounding, until her body gives out. Her graceful movements and the way her body trembles after intense orgasms make every scene mesmerizing. Viewers love her elegant beauty getting ruined by how hard her costars ruin her toward the ends of her scenes.
Yuna
for Tushy Raw
Yuna bounces around the set with her usual playful smile, but once the scene starts, that innocent energy turns into something much filthier. Yuna loves getting her tight ass stretched on camera. She starts by teasing the viewer, spreading her cheeks and giggling nervously before moaning loudly as a thick cock pushes into her ass.
“It’s so big… but I can take it."
She says in her cutest voice that quickly becomes desperate.
Her flexibility shines as she gets folded into deep anal positions with her favorite, reverse cowgirl where she bounces energetically, ass rippling with every drop. Yuna is vocal and enthusiastic even in the rawest scenes, moaning shamelessly, pushing back for more, and giggling between gasps when it feels especially intense. She takes rough, deep anal pounding without hesitation, her pretty face contorting in pleasure as she cums hard from her ass being fucked.
Compared to Chaeryeong, she doesn't need to start slow. Some of her scenes start with going right into the action without foreplay at all. Just Yuna, bent over, someone already using her ass.
After getting thoroughly fucked, she loves showing a messy creampie or facial, pushing the cum out of her stretched hole while smiling brightly at the camera. Her combination of youthful cuteness and eagerness to get her ass ruined makes her addicting to watch.
The JYP building had emptied out by midnight, leaving only the security lights humming in the hallways. Y/N leaned back in his office chair, loosening his tie, when his phone buzzed with a text that made his pulse skip.
Yeji: Can we talk? My studio. Now.
He'd been their manager for eight months. Three months ago, he'd noticed the way Yeji's eyes lingered on him during schedule briefings — how she found reasons to stand close, to brush against him. Two months ago, Ryujin started finding excuses to be alone with him, her hand resting on his arm a beat too long. Last week, Yeji had pressed her body against his in the storage closet and whispered, "I know you've noticed," her breath warm on his neck.
Tonight, he opened the door to their private practice studio to find both of them waiting.
Yeji sat cross-legged on the floor in gray sweatpants and a cropped tank top, her silver-blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail that swung when she turned to look at him. She had the sharpest cheekbones in the industry and a waist so narrow his hands could circle it twice. Beside her, Ryujin leaned against the mirrored wall in black leggings and an oversized hoodie, her dark hair falling past her shoulders, her sharp jaw set with intention.
"You came," Yeji said, standing.
"Should I not have?"
Ryujin pushed off the wall. "We've been talking." Her voice was lower than Yeji's, rougher at the edges, with a confidence that made his cock twitch. "About what we want. About you."
Yeji stepped closer, and Y/N didn't move. Up close, he could see the pulse beating in her throat, the slight tremor in her hands. "I've had dreams about you," she said. "Ways I want you to touch me."
"Both of us," Ryujin added, closing in from his other side, her body heat pressing against his shoulder. "Together."
Y/N's cock was already thickening in his slacks, straining against the zipper. "You're sure about this?"
Yeji answered by sinking to her knees. Her fingers found his belt buckle with practiced ease, working the leather open, then the button of his slacks. Ryujin moved behind him, her hands sliding over his shoulders, pushing his jacket off, letting it fall to the studio floor.
"Let us take care of you," Ryujin murmured against his ear, her tongue tracing the shell of it.
Yeji pulled his slacks down, and his cock sprang free — thick, heavy, a full nine inches that made her breath catch audibly. "Fuck," she whispered, her delicate fingers wrapping around the base. Her thumb couldn't touch her middle finger around the girth. "It's even bigger than I imagined."
"Show-off," Ryujin laughed from behind him, but her voice had gone breathy too, and he felt her press tighter against his back.
Yeji leaned forward and took the head into her mouth. The heat of her was immediate — wet, eager, her tongue circling the tip before she took him deeper, inch by inch, her throat relaxing to accommodate him until her nose pressed against his pelvis.
"God, Yeji—"
She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her full lips to his cock, glistening under the fluorescent lights. "Taste good," she said, and went back down with renewed hunger.
Ryujin's hands roamed his chest, undoing his shirt buttons one by one, her nails grazing his nipples, leaving trails of fire. "She's been dreaming about this for weeks. Tell her who's better at sucking cock, she asks me every night."
Yeji's response was to take him deeper, her throat opening around him, and Y/N groaned, his head falling back against Ryujin's shoulder.
"Fuck. Both of you. Get on the mat."
They moved without hesitation. Yeji stripped off her tank top, revealing small, perky breasts with nipples already hard and dark. She shimmied out of her sweatpants, and he saw she wore nothing underneath — her pussy bare, already slick and glistening between her thighs. Ryujin pulled the hoodie over her head and peeled down her leggings, her body lean and toned, every muscle defined from years of grueling choreography. Her small breasts were perfect, tipped with dusky nipples that tightened under his gaze.
They knelt facing each other on the practice mats, and Y/N stood over them, stroking his cock slowly, watching them.
"Show me what you two do when you're alone."
Yeji and Ryujin exchanged a look — something passed between them, a silent conversation — and then Yeji leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Ryujin's. The kiss was slow at first, searching, their lips melding together. Then Ryujin's hand came up to cradle Yeji's jaw, pulling her closer, and the kiss deepened. Their tongues slid together, and Yeji let out a small moan that vibrated through Ryujin's mouth.
"Yeah," Y/N breathed, his hand moving faster on his shaft. "Just like that."
Yeji broke the kiss first, trailing her lips down Ryujin's neck, over her collarbone, down to her chest. She took one of Ryujin's nipples into her mouth, and Ryujin let out a sharp gasp, her head falling back.
"Fuck, Yeji—"
Yeji's hand slid between Ryujin's thighs, found her wet heat, and Ryujin spread her legs wider in invitation, her hips rolling into the touch.
"Tell me what you want," Y/N said.
"I want you inside me," Ryujin said, her voice rough and raw. "But first—I want her to eat my pussy while you fuck her."
The words sent a pulse of heat straight to his cock, which was already dripping pre-cum. "Get on your hands and knees, Yeji."
Yeji complied immediately, turning and presenting herself — her ass curving perfectly, her pussy already glistening wet, her folds swollen and pink. Ryujin lay down beneath her, positioning herself so Yeji's cunt hovered inches above her waiting mouth.
Y/N moved behind Yeji, guiding his cock to her entrance. He rubbed the head through her slick folds, collecting her wetness, watching her shiver.
"Please," Yeji gasped. "Please, I need it."
He pushed in.
Yeji's cry echoed through the studio. She was tight — impossibly tight — her walls clenching around him as he buried himself to the hilt. Her head dropped forward, and she let out a shaky, ragged breath.
"Fuck," she whimpered. "You're so fucking big—"
"Take it," he said, and began to thrust.
Ryujin pulled Yeji's hips down, dragging her cunt to her mouth. The first lick made Yeji jolt, a fresh wave of wetness coating Ryujin's tongue. Ryujin's tongue was flat and warm, licking through her folds while Y/N's cock drove into her from behind.
"Like how she tastes?" Y/N asked, driving deep, feeling Yeji's walls flutter around him.
"Mmph—" Ryujin's response was muffled against Yeji's flesh. She didn't stop, her tongue diving deeper.
Y/N reached forward, grabbing Yeji's hips, planting his feet, and began fucking her in earnest. Each thrust pushed Yeji harder onto Ryujin's mouth, creating a rhythm that had all three of them moaning. His cock slid wetly in and out of Yeji's tight cunt, Ryujin's tongue flicked against Yeji's clit, and Yeji's moans filled the room, bouncing off the mirrored walls.
"I'm close," Yeji gasped. "Fuck, both of you, I'm so close—"
"Cum on my cock," Y/N said. "Cum for both of us."
His hips slammed against her ass, his balls slapping her wet flesh. Yeji's body tensed, her back arching, and she came with a broken scream that echoed through the empty building. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, milking his cock.
Y/N didn't stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own, feeling the familiar pressure building, swelling—
"I'm going to cum inside you."
"Yes, yes, fill me—"
He buried himself deep and unloaded. Hot streaks of cum painted her inner walls, and he kept pumping, emptying every drop into her, his seed filling her completely. Yeji whimpered beneath him, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm.
When he pulled out, his cum leaked out of her, thick and white, running down her thighs in rivulets.
"Don't waste it," Ryujin said from below. She dragged her fingers through the mess and brought them to her mouth, licking them clean, her eyes never leaving Y/N's.
Y/N's cock was still hard, slick with both of them, glistening under the studio lights. "Ryujin," he said. "Your turn."
She flipped over, spreading her legs wide, offering herself completely. Her pussy was perfect — clean-shaven, pink and wet, her inner thighs flexing with muscle. She reached down and spread her lips with her fingers, showing him exactly where she wanted him.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He sank into her in one smooth motion. Ryujin's head snapped back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as her walls stretched to accommodate him.
"Fuck, you're deep—"
Yeji crawled over, positioning herself beside Ryujin's head, and Ryujin immediately turned to lick her — tasting herself, tasting Y/N's cum that was still leaking from Yeji, sliding her tongue through Yeji's slick folds. Yeji moaned and pressed her cunt harder against Ryujin's mouth.
Y/N set a punishing pace, gripping Ryujin's thighs, watching his cock disappear into her tight body over and over. Her small breasts bounced with each thrust, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
"Harder," she gasped. "Harder, fuck—"
He drove into her, her wetness making obscene sounds with every stroke. Yeji lowered herself, pressing her pussy fully to Ryujin's mouth, and Ryujin ate her like she was starving, her tongue diving deep.
"Cum in me," Ryujin begged. "Please, I want to feel it—"
Y/N's hips stuttered. He was already oversensitive from the first round, but the sight of them — Ryujin's legs wrapped around his waist, Yeji grinding on her face, both of them lost in pleasure — pushed him over the edge.
He came with a groan, pumping rope after rope into her, filling her until it leaked around his cock, dripping onto the practice mat beneath them.
Ryujin's orgasm hit a moment later, triggered by his cum flooding her, by Yeji's clit pressed against her tongue, by everything. Her body convulsed beneath him, her pussy clenching rhythmically as she cried out.
They collapsed together, a mess of sweat and cum and tangled limbs, breathing hard. Yeji pressed a kiss to Ryujin's forehead, then turned and pressed her lips to Y/N's mouth.
"We're not done," she whispered against his lips. "Not even close."
---
The next two weeks became a blur of secret meetings. Every night after schedules ended, Yeji and Ryujin found their way to him — his apartment, their hotel rooms on tour, once even a storage closet during a fan meeting break where he fucked Yeji standing up while Ryujin knelt and licked her clit.
They grew bolder. Needier. The first threesome had unlocked something deep in both of them, and they no longer pretended otherwise. During dance rehearsals, Ryujin would catch his eye in the mirror and give him a look that made his cock ache. During interviews, Yeji would press her foot against his calf under the table, her face perfectly composed while her eyes told him everything.
In his bedroom, on a Tuesday night, Yeji straddled him, his cock buried inside her as she rode him slow and deep. Ryujin knelt beside them, her mouth on Yeji's nipple, her fingers working her own clit in tight circles, watching them.
"Whose cock is better than mine?" Y/N groaned, gripping Yeji's hips, feeling her ride him.
"Yours," Yeji breathed. "Only yours."
"Tell Ryujin."
Yeji looked down at Ryujin, whose mouth was still latched to her breast, sucking hard. "His is better. Bigger. Thicker. Fills me so fucking good—"
Ryujin pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lip to Yeji's nipple. "Prove it."
Yeji's pace quickened, her ass slapping against his thighs, the sound wet and rhythmic. Her pussy gripped him like a fist, her wetness dripping down his shaft, soaking his balls.
"Look at her," Y/N said to Ryujin. "She's made for this. For taking my cock."
"I'm made for it too," Ryujin said, her voice competitive, hungry. "She's not the only one."
"Then show me."
Ryujin swung her leg over his chest, straddling his face. Her pussy hovered over his mouth, already dripping, and he extended his tongue, meeting her slick flesh. The taste of her hit him — sweet and sharp, her arousal coating his tongue as he lapped at her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking against his face, grinding down on him.
"Fuck—" Ryujin's head dropped forward, her hair falling around her face. "Yes, right there—"
Yeji continued riding him, her pace slowing as she watched, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "You like watching her use his mouth?"
"Shut up and ride him," Ryujin snapped, but there was no heat in it — just desperate pleasure.
Y/N's tongue circled Ryujin's clit, then flicked hard, making her cry out. He reached up with one hand, pressing two fingers into her wet heat, curling them just right, finding that spot inside her.
"Cum for me," he said against her flesh. "Cum on my tongue."
Ryujin obeyed. Her orgasm hit her fast, her thighs clamping around his head as she shuddered above him, soaking his face with her release, her juices running down his chin.
Yeji chose that moment to clamp down on his cock, her own climax triggered by the sight and sound of Ryujin coming undone. Y/N groaned into Ryujin's cunt as he felt Yeji's pussy milking him, her walls squeezing rhythmically.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum again—"
"Fill me," Yeji begged, bouncing harder. "Please, fill me, fill me—"
He bucked up into her, releasing another load deep inside her, his seed pumping into her in hot pulses. Yeji collapsed forward onto Ryujin, their mouths meeting in a hungry kiss, sharing the taste of him between them.
When they broke apart, Ryujin pressed her forehead to Yeji's, both panting. "You think he got you pregnant yet?"
Yeji's eyes went wide. "What?"
"Don't act innocent." Ryujin's hand slid down Yeji's stomach, pressing against the skin where Y/N's cum was leaking out. "That's three loads this week alone. He's trying to breed us."
Y/N pulled out, his cock still hard, glistening with their combined wetness. "And if I am?"
Ryujin crawled toward him, her hand wrapping around his shaft, her fingers barely meeting around the girth. "Then keep trying. Because I want it too."
She lowered her mouth onto him, taking him to the back of her throat without flinching, without gagging. Her throat relaxed and accepted all of him. Yeji watched, her fingers trailing through the cum leaking from her own pussy, bringing them to her lips and tasting.
"You've got competition," Yeji said.
"Competition?" Ryujin pulled off with a pop. "I can deepthroat him longer than you."
"Prove it."
What followed became their new ritual — competing for his cock. Ryujin took him deep, holding until tears streamed down her cheeks, her throat working around him. Yeji countered with speed, her tongue doing things that made his toes curl and his vision blur. They took turns, each trying to outdo the other, their mouths hot and wet and hungry, their lips red and swollen.
"Who's better?" Y/N asked, his hand fisting in Yeji's hair, holding her still.
"Me," Ryujin said, licking the underside of his cock from base to tip, her tongue tracing the thick vein.
"I am," Yeji countered, sucking the head between her lips, hollowing her cheeks.
"Only one way to settle this," Y/N said. "Both of you. On the bed. On your backs."
They scrambled into position, eager and wet, their bodies glistening with sweat. Y/N knelt between them, his cock hard, his cum still wet on their faces and thighs. He reached for Yeji first, sliding into her wet heat, fucking her slow and deep while his fingers worked Ryujin's clit.
"That's not fair," Ryujin whined, her hips bucking against his hand. "I want you inside me."
"Wait your turn."
He fucked Yeji until she came again, her walls convulsing around him, then pulled out and slid into Ryujin in one motion. She gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Fuck—I love your cock—"
"Ride me," he said, flipping onto his back. Ryujin straddled him immediately, sinking down, taking all of him. She set a brutal pace, her hips slamming against his, her small breasts bouncing wildly.
Yeji crawled behind Ryujin, pressing her body to Ryujin's back, her hands sliding up to cup those bouncing breasts. She kissed Ryujin's neck, her shoulder, her spine, biting gently.
"You're taking him so well," Yeji murmured against Ryujin's skin. "So deep."
"He feels so good—"
Yeji's hand slid down Ryujin's stomach, finding her clit, pressing and circling. "Let me help."
Ryujin's rhythm stuttered. Yeji's fingers pressed and circled, working her in tandem with Y/N's cock, double stimulation that had Ryujin crying out.
"Cum for him," Yeji whispered. "Cum on his cock."
Ryujin shattered, crying out, her pussy convulsing around him, her juices flooding his cock. Y/N waited until she came down, then flipped her onto her back, driving into her again without pulling out.
"One more," he said. "One more for me."
"Fill me," she gasped. "Please, I want it—"
He came with a groan, pumping deep inside her, holding her hips down so nothing could escape, so every drop stayed buried in her.
Later, as they lay tangled in his sheets, Yeji's hand rested on her stomach, pressing against the skin. "How many loads do you think it takes?"
"To what?" Ryujin asked.
"To get pregnant."
Ryujin's hand joined Yeji's, covering her stomach. "We'll find out."
Y/N pulled them both closer, his arms around their warm bodies. "However many it takes."
---
Day 12 of what had become an obsession. Ryujin knelt on the floor of his apartment, her mouth stretched around his cock, bobbing slowly. Yeji was beside her, licking his balls, her tongue tracing wet patterns across the sensitive skin, taking each one into her mouth in turn.
"You've been insatiable lately," Y/N said, his voice tight, his hands in their hair.
"Can't help it," Ryujin said, pulling off just long enough to speak. "Every time you cum inside me, I want more."
"Same," Yeji agreed, taking his balls into her mouth again, sucking gently.
Ryujin deepthroated him again, taking him to the root, her nose pressed against his pelvis, and he felt his control slip. He came down her throat, his cock pulsing, and she swallowed every drop, her throat working around him.
"The fourth time today," Yeji said, impressed.
"Fifth, if you count the one this morning."
Yeji climbed onto his lap, guiding his still-hard cock into her wet heat. She rode him slow, her mouth finding Ryujin's, their kisses wet and deep as Y/N watched them.
"You think they know?" Ryujin asked between kisses. "The company?"
"Don't care," Yeji breathed.
"They'll find out eventually."
"Then we'll deal with it."
Y/N thrust up into Yeji, and she moaned against Ryujin's mouth, her hips grinding down on him.
"Until then," Y/N said, gripping her hips, "I'm not pulling out."
---
By week three, Y/N had become addicted. Not just to their bodies — though God knew that was enough — but to the power of it. Two of the most beautiful women in K-pop, their faces known to millions of fans worldwide, kneeling for him on his apartment floor, begging for his cum, competing for his attention like his approval was the only thing that mattered.
And he wanted the world to know.
It started small. A photo of Yeji in his bed, her face hidden by the sheets, but her naked body unmistakable to anyone who knew her — the curve of her hip, the tattoo on her lower back, the silver-blonde hair splayed across his pillow. He posted it to a private account, a burner with no followers he knew personally.
The response was immediate. Hundreds of comments. Thousands of likes. Men recognizing her, women praising her body, people speculating about who she was. The validation was intoxicating.
He showed it to them the next night.
"I posted this," he said, turning his phone toward them.
Yeji's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes going wide. "Are you insane?"
"No one can prove it's you," he said. "But look at the response. They want you. They want both of you."
Ryujin took the phone, scrolling through the comments, her expression unreadable. Her thumb moved slowly, reading each one.
"They're saying she has a perfect body," Ryujin said quietly. "What would they say about me?"
"Something better," Y/N said. "If you want."
That night, he took photos of Ryujin on her knees, his cock in her mouth, her dark eyes looking up at the camera with hungry submission. Yeji in the background, naked, watching, her fingers between her own legs.
He posted it.
The reaction was nuclear.
Within hours, the photos had spread beyond the private account. Someone had screenshotted them. Posted them to Twitter. To Korean forums. To international fan sites. The comments exploded.
Is that ITZY's Ryujin?
No way. That's definitely Yeji in the background.
They're both sucking the same guy's dick?
Who is he?
I recognize that tattoo on Yeji's hip from their last comeback.
Holy shit. It's really them.
By morning, Dispatch was calling JYP Entertainment. By noon, Y/N's phone was ringing with his boss's name flashing on the screen.
"What the fuck did you do?"
"It's not—"
"Don't. Don't lie to me. We have confirmation. The tattoos on Yeji's hip. The mole on Ryujin's back. It's them. You've ruined them. You've ruined this company."
---
The agency meeting was held in the conference room where Y/N had first introduced himself to ITZY as their new manager. The contrast was brutal. That first day had been full of promise — four years of training, their debut, their first music show win. Now everything was ash.
Yeji sat on one side of the table, her eyes red-rimmed, her hands clasped in her lap like she was holding herself together by sheer force of will. Ryujin sat beside her, her jaw tight, her knee bouncing under the table, her fists clenched.
Across from them sat the agency president, the head of PR, and two lawyers in sharp suits.
"Your contracts are terminated," the president said, not looking at them, shuffling papers. "Both of you. Effective immediately. You've brought incalculable damage to this company and to the other members."
"It wasn't them," Y/N said, stepping forward. "It was me. I took the photos. I posted them."
"You're fired too, obviously. But that doesn't undo what's been done. The damage is done. There's no coming back from this."
Yeji finally spoke, her voice hoarse and broken. "What about our families? They're going to see—"
"Should have thought of that before you let him film it. Before you let him fuck you. Before you threw away everything we built for you."
Ryujin stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. "Don't talk to her like that. We're sitting right here. We're human beings."
"Then speak. Explain this to me." The president leaned forward, his eyes cold. "Explain how two of the most promising idols in the industry threw everything away for a manager's cock."
The words hung in the air like poison. Yeji's face crumpled. Ryujin's hands clenched into fists so tight her knuckles went white.
"I'd explain it to you," Yeji said, her voice shaking but clear, "but you wouldn't understand. It wasn't his cock. It was him. It was—" She looked at Y/N, her expression breaking open. "It was love."
The president laughed. A hollow, cruel sound. "Love. You threw away your careers for love."
Korean netizens tore them apart. #ITZYGATE trended for three days straight across every platform. Every news outlet ran the story. Pundits analyzed it on television. Comedians joked about it on late-night shows. The comments were relentless.
Sluts. That's what they are.
I can't believe I bought their albums and supported them.
Manager oppa must have a magic dick to make them throw away their careers like this.
Disgusting. Pure disgusting.
Yeji especially. She was the leader. She was supposed to be the role model. She should have known better.
Ryujin always had that vibe. Not surprised she turned out like this.
They deserve everything coming to them.
The hate comments bled into their personal phones. Their private numbers were leaked. Their families started receiving calls from journalists and strangers. Yeji's mother called her crying, unable to understand. Ryujin's brother got into a physical fight at his job defending her.
They moved into Y/N's apartment the day after the agency announcement. There was nowhere else to go. Their dorm was no longer theirs. Their bank accounts were frozen pending contract termination reviews.
Yeji sat on his bathroom floor that night, her knees pulled to her chest, staring at her phone with dead eyes. Her private Instagram — the one her mother followed, the one where she used to post selcas and behind-the-scenes photos — was flooded with hate. Thousands of comments. Death threats. Slurs.
"It says I should kill myself," she said quietly.
Y/N knelt beside her, taking the phone from her hands gently. "Don't read that. Don't look at that."
"Everyone hates us."
"No."
"They do. You saw the articles. You saw the comments. We're ruined. Everything we worked for since we were trainees — gone."
Ryujin appeared in the doorway. She looked smaller than she had a week ago, her confidence stripped away, her shoulders hunched. But her eyes still held fire.
"We're not ruined," she said. "We're free."
"Free to do what?" Yeji's voice cracked. "We can't perform. We can't even leave this apartment without being photographed and mocked."
Ryujin stepped into the bathroom, lowering herself to the floor beside them, wrapping her arms around Yeji. "Free to be together. Free to not hide anymore. Free to love each other without sneaking around."
"I never wanted to hide," Yeji whispered. "I wanted to be wanted. I wanted him to want me. I wanted you to want me. And now the whole world knows, and the whole world hates me for it."
Y/N pulled her into his arms, and she came willingly, her body shaking against his. "The whole world can burn," he said.
---
That night, they didn't touch each other at first. They just lay in his bed, Yeji in the middle, Ryujin curled behind her, Y/N in front. The silence was heavy, punctuated only by traffic outside and the occasional sniffle.
But in the darkness, Yeji's hand found his cock.
"Make me forget," she whispered.
"Yeji—"
"Please. Just for tonight. Make me forget everything except how you feel inside me."
He rolled onto her, and she spread her legs wide. There was no foreplay, no teasing. He pushed into her and she gasped, her nails digging into his back, her wetness welcoming him immediately.
Ryujin pressed against Yeji from behind, her hand reaching between them to guide his thrusts, her body pressed warm against Yeji's back.
"It's okay," Ryujin murmured against her ear. "We're here. We have each other."
Y/N fucked Yeji slow and deep, each stroke a reminder that they were still alive, still together, still burning. She came quietly, tears streaming down her face, her body shuddering through the release. He came inside her, holding her close, his forehead pressed to hers.
Then Ryujin took his place, straddling him, riding him with desperate need until she too came undone.
In the aftermath, they lay together, their bodies tangled, their futures uncertain, the weight of everything pressing down on them.
"Marry us," Yeji said into the darkness.
The words hung in the air.
"What?"
"If they're going to hate us anyway. If our careers are over anyway. If we've already lost everything." She turned to face him, her eyes glistening. "Marry us. Both of us."
Ryujin lifted her head, looking at Yeji, then at Y/N. Something passed between them. "She's right. We can't go back. But we can go forward. Together."
Y/N looked at them — these two women who had given up everything for him. Who had lost their careers, their reputations, their futures. Who still wanted him despite everything.
"People will hate you even more."
"Let them."
"They'll say you're whores. Sluts. That you deserve everything that happened to you."
"I don't care what they say," Yeji said, her voice steady for the first time all night. "I care about what I feel. And I feel safe here. With both of you."
"Then yes," Y/N said. "I'll marry you. Both of you."
In the darkness, Yeji kissed him, her lips soft and salty with tears. Then Ryujin kissed him, harder, more certain. And then they kissed each other, a promise sealed in the dark.
The future was uncertain. The hate would continue. But in that moment, none of it mattered.
---
The wedding was not a fairy tale. There was no white dress, no crowded venue, no proud parents watching. They signed papers in a small registry office in a district where no one recognized them, wearing the nicest clothes they still owned — Yeji in a simple white blouse and skirt, Ryujin in a black dress that hugged her curves, Y/N in the only suit he had left.
The clerk raised an eyebrow at the arrangement — one man, two brides — but said nothing. In Korea, the paperwork was complicated. They had to list one marriage as legal, the other as a private ceremony. They chose Yeji as the legal wife, but in their hearts, all three of them were bound equally.
That night, they celebrated in a rented room above a convenience store. The wallpaper was peeling. The bed sagged in the middle. A single naked bulb hung from the ceiling.
"I'm sorry," Y/N said, looking around at the cheap furniture. "You deserved better."
"Shut up," Ryujin said, pushing him onto the bed. "You're ours now. That's all we wanted."
Yeji climbed onto the bed beside them, producing a bottle of cheap champagne from her bag. "We have booze. We have a bed. We have each other." She smiled — the first real smile in weeks. "What else matters?"
She popped the cork, and champagne fizzed over her hands. She licked it off her wrist slowly, her eyes meeting Y/N's, then Ryujin's.
"Take off your clothes," she said. "Both of you."
They obeyed. The room was dim, lit only by a single lamp, but in the amber light, they looked like gods. Yeji's silver hair caught the glow. Ryujin's dark eyes reflected it, hungry and wanting.
Y/N's wife — his first wife — crawled toward him, her small breasts swaying, her nipples already hard. "Tonight," she said, "we consummate this properly."
"And properly means?" he asked.
"You fill both of us. Until we're dripping with you. Until there's no question who we belong to."
Ryujin knelt beside her, her hand stroking his already hard cock. "And then you do it again."
Y/N reached for them both, pulling them into his arms. His mouth found Yeji's first — soft, familiar, tasting of champagne and something sweeter. Then Ryujin's — harder, hungrier, more urgent.
They laid him back on the bed, and they took turns worshiping his body. Yeji kissed down his chest, her tongue circling each nipple, tracing the lines of his muscles. Ryujin took his cock into her mouth, bobbing slowly, her eyes locked on his, her tongue working the underside.
"I want to watch you fuck her," Ryujin said, pulling off with a wet sound. "I want to watch her take every inch."
Yeji straddled him, reaching down to guide him inside her. They both moaned as he filled her, her tight heat enveloping him completely, her walls gripping him.
"God," she breathed. "I'll never get used to this."
"I hope you don't," Ryujin said, moving behind her. She pressed against Yeji's back, her hands cupping Yeji's breasts, her mouth on her neck. "I hope it always feels like the first time."
Yeji began to move, rolling her hips, taking him deep. Ryujin's hands roamed her body — her stomach, her thighs, finding her clit and rubbing in slow circles that made Yeji gasp.
"Fuck—" Yeji's head fell back against Ryujin's shoulder. "That's—"
"Ride him," Ryujin whispered. "Cum on his cock."
Yeji's pace quickened. Her breasts bounced, and Ryujin caught one in her mouth, sucking hard. Yeji's cry was strangled, her body shuddering as she came, her pussy clenching around him.
When she collapsed forward, Y/N was still hard inside her, not done.
"My turn," Ryujin said.
She pushed Yeji gently aside and straddled him, sinking onto his cock with practiced ease. She set a punishing rhythm, her thighs slapping against his hips, her wetness coating him.
"You feel that?" she asked, her voice rough with need. "Feel how wet I am? How much I need you?"
Y/N groaned, gripping her hips. "I feel it."
"I'm never going to let you go," she said, riding him harder. "Neither of us is. You're stuck with us, husband."
"I'm not complaining."
She leaned down, kissing him deeply, her hips never stopping. Yeji pressed against her from behind, her fingers finding Ryujin's clit, stroking in time with her movements, adding to the pleasure.
"Cum for him," Yeji murmured. "Let him feel you."
Ryujin broke the kiss, gasping, her body tensing. She came with a shudder, her pussy clenching around him, and he followed her, filling her with his cum, pumping deep inside her.
They traded positions until the early hours. Yeji on top, then Ryujin, then both of them together — one riding his cock while the other rode his face, their moans filling the cheap room. Yeji licked Ryujin's clit while Y/N fucked her from behind. Ryujin ate Yeji's pussy while Yeji took Y/N's cock in her mouth. They took turns, they competed, they kissed each other through orgasms, sharing the taste of him between their mouths.
By dawn, they were a mess of dried cum, sweat, and cheap champagne. Yeji's pussy was swollen and red, Ryujin's thighs were slick with multiple loads, and Y/N's cock was still half-hard despite the marathon.
"We should sleep," Y/N said.
"Five more minutes," Ryujin mumbled, her head on his chest.
"Hour," Yeji corrected, curling into his side.
He wrapped his arms around them and let the exhaustion take him, listening to their soft breathing, feeling their warmth against his skin.
---
Three weeks later, Yeji woke him at 4 AM, shaking.
"I missed my period."
Ryujin stirred beside her, blinking in the darkness. "What?"
"My period. I missed it."
The air in the room changed. Y/N sat up, suddenly wide awake, his heart pounding.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm never late. Never." Her hand pressed to her stomach, flat and smooth. "I think—I think you did it."
Ryujin sat up too, her eyes wide. She reached for Yeji's hand, squeezing it. "We should get a test."
The convenience store run at 4 AM was absurd. Y/N bought three different brands, just to be sure, the clerk giving him an odd look. They waited in the bathroom together, the three of them crowded around the sink, watching the tests develop.
Two lines. Three times.
Yeji looked up at them, her eyes wet with tears. "I'm pregnant."
Ryujin burst into tears, pulling Yeji into a hug. Y/N wrapped his arms around both of them, his throat tight.
"We're having a baby," Yeji whispered.
"We're having a baby," Ryujin corrected, laughing through her tears. "All of us."
---
The pregnancy changed everything. Yeji's body began to transform — her breasts grew fuller, heavier, her nipples darkened. Her hips widened. Her appetite increased. But her sex drive became insatiable, her hormones raging.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Y/N said one evening, kneeling between her legs. Her belly had just begun to swell, a soft curve that made his heart ache.
"Then show me."
He lowered his mouth to her pussy, licking slowly, savoring her. She was more sensitive now — every touch made her gasp, every stroke brought her closer to the edge faster.
"I don't want to hurt the baby," he said against her wet flesh.
"You won't. The doctor said it's safe." She grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. "And I need you inside me."
He climbed over her, guiding himself inside her carefully. She was wetter than usual, her body welcoming him, her walls gripping him.
"Slow," she breathed. "Slow and deep."
He moved at her pace, each thrust measured, deliberate. Her moans filled the room, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails leaving crescents in his skin.
"I can feel you," she whispered. "So deep. The baby can feel you too."
"Yeji—"
"Don't stop."
He came inside her, and she came around him, her body trembling, her belly pressed against his.
Later, Ryujin took his place beside Yeji. She kissed Yeji's belly, pressing her lips to the growing curve, then looked up at Y/N. "When it's my turn, I want that."
He knelt beside her, his hand on her still-flat stomach. "It will happen."
"It better. I want to be as beautiful as she is."
"You already are."
---
Ryujin's pregnancy came two months later — confirmed in the same bathroom, with the same tears, the same three positive tests.
Now there were two swollen bellies in his bed, two women who glowed with the life he'd planted inside them. And they wanted him more than ever.
"Come here," Yeji said one night, patting the bed between them. "We want to feel you."
He lay down, and they pressed against him, their bellies soft and round, their hands finding his.
"Rub my feet," Ryujin demanded.
"Kiss my belly," Yeji countered.
He did both, laughing. But when his mouth found Yeji's stomach, her breath caught.
"Don't stop."
He kissed lower, finding her wet heat through her maternity leggings. She spread her legs, and he pulled them down, burying his face between her thighs.
"Oh, fuck—"
Ryujin watched, her hand sliding between her own legs, her fingers finding her clit. "Make her come. I want to watch."
He licked Yeji's clit until she came undone, her juices coating his tongue, then turned to Ryujin, doing the same, tasting her.
"Mine's more sensitive," Ryujin gasped. "Since I got pregnant—fuck, right there—"
"You're both perfect," he said, his mouth never stopping. "Both beautiful. Both carrying my children."
They pulled him up, positioning him between them. Yeji's legs wrapped around his waist, guiding him inside her. Ryujin's hand found his balls, cradling them.
"One for each of us," Ryujin said. "Now you have to breed us forever."
He moved inside Yeji, slow and deep, while Ryujin pressed against them both, her mouth on his neck, her hand working her own clit.
"I love you," he said.
"We love you too," they answered together.
He came inside Yeji, then moved to Ryujin, sliding into her wet heat, filling her too. In the quiet aftermath, their hands found his, resting on their bellies, feeling the life inside them.
"This is the beginning," Yeji said.
"The beginning of everything," Ryujin agreed.
---
The apartment changed as the pregnancies progressed. Baby clothes appeared in corners. A crib materialized in what used to be the guest room. Prenatal vitamins lined the kitchen counter. But the sex never stopped.
In the seventh month of Yeji's pregnancy, she woke him with a hand on his cock, stroking him to hardness.
"Take me to the shower," she said. "And don't be gentle."
The shower was small, but they made it work — her palms against the tiles, her belly curving beneath her, his cock sliding into her from behind.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder."
"You're seven months pregnant—"
"That doesn't mean I'm made of glass." She pushed back against him. "Fuck me."
He grabbed her hips and did as she asked, driving into her. The water streamed over them, steam filling the bathroom, her moans echoing off the tiles.
"I love your pregnant body," he said, reaching around to cup her heavy, sensitive breasts. "These especially."
She laughed, breathless. "They're so sensitive. Suck them."
He bent forward, his cock still buried inside her, and reached around to bring her nipple to his mouth. She gasped as he sucked, her hips pushing back against him, her wetness coating his cock.
"Fuck—I'm going to come—"
"Cum for me."
She did, her body shuddering against the tiles, and he followed, pumping his seed into her.
When they emerged from the shower, Ryujin was waiting in bed, her own belly rounding nicely in her fifth month.
"Show-off," she said, smiling.
"You're next."
---
Ryujin's turn came that afternoon. She was on top, which was getting harder with her growing belly, but she refused to let it stop her.
"I want to feel you this deep," she said, lowering herself onto him. "I want to feel every inch."
"You're incredible."
"I know."
She rode him with determination, her hands braced on his chest, her belly brushing against his. Yeji came up behind her, pressing kisses to her shoulders, her hands cupping Ryujin's swollen breasts.
"You're so beautiful like this," Yeji murmured. "Pregnant. Full of his cum."
"Cum," Ryujin repeated, the word making her clench around him. "I want more. I want you to keep filling me."
"Until you're bursting," Y/N said, thrusting up into her.
"Yes—fuck, yes—"
She came with a violent shudder, and he spilled inside her, the warmth spreading through her core.
Later, they lay in a pile, their bodies intertwined. Yeji's hand rested on her belly. Ryujin's rested on hers.
"Two babies," Yeji said. "Two of us. One of him."
"Perfect math," Ryujin agreed.
"There's only one thing that would make this better."
"What's that?"
Yeji turned to Y/N, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I want to watch you eat her out while I feel your cock in my mouth."
The night stretched on. He ate Ryujin's pussy until she came twice, her juices flooding his mouth, while Yeji deepthroated him on the other side, taking all of him. Then Yeji knelt over Ryujin's face, riding her tongue while Y/N took her from behind. They were insatiable, beautiful, hungry.
They were his.
---
Yeji gave birth to a daughter in the spring. The labor was long and hard, and Y/N held her hand through every contraction, whispering encouragement while Ryujin held her other hand.
Their daughter was perfect — ten fingers, ten toes, a full head of silver-blonde hair like her mother's.
Ryujin followed two months later with a son. Dark-haired like her, with his father's eyes.
The apartment became chaos — diapers, bottles, sleepless nights, crying fits at 3 AM. But the hate had died down. People forgot. Scandals faded. The world moved on to the next outrage.
They found a small house outside the city, where no one recognized them. Where they could walk in the garden with their children and not worry about cameras or comments or the industry that had cast them out.
One night, after the babies were finally asleep, they sat on the porch, watching the stars. Yeji leaned against Y/N's shoulder, the baby monitor on the table beside her. Ryujin sat at his other side, her hand in his.
"Would you do it again?" Yeji asked. "If you knew what would happen? If you knew we'd lose everything?"
Y/N looked at them — his wives, his children's mothers, the two women who had burned their careers to ash to be with him. Their faces were softer now, fuller, marked by motherhood and time. But their eyes held the same fire that had started this all those months ago in a practice studio.
"Every time."
Ryujin leaned against him. "Good answer."
"Now take us to bed," Yeji said. "The babies won't wake for at least four hours."
"And what do you want?"
Both of them looked at him with the same hunger, the same need, the same love.
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Seungdae’s reputation has spread beyond Twice's mouths. Itzy aims to amend a disappointing celebration in their own, very unexpected way, making it a win-win for everyone.
The following day went just as he could expect. Mentally draining work, preparing his own meals with less energy than a zombie, and more draining work.
After his shift was over, he got a chance to talk with Jieun about the events from the previous night. Initially, her tone showed her frustration, followed by a bit of silence.
"If you're getting one of those girls pregnant, you'll have to get me pregnant too!" After a moment of silence, she sighed deeply on the phone, knowing her possessiveness and a couple of drops of her breeding kink had taken over her. "Sorry, I know that won't happen. But please, please be careful," she requested.
They kept talking about more random stuff for another half an hour before she had to get back to work. He let her know in advance that he would take a nap just to rest his head. "Sounds fair," she chuckled. "Do you think we can do that this Sunday? Just… Cuddling and sleeping together all day?"
"Nothing would make me happier right now," he replied, already longing for their time together, knowing her version of cuddling often involved her cockwarming him after they've made love to each other. They hung up, he silenced his phone, and fell asleep for at least three hours. Longer than what he had planned.
When he finally checked his phone, he was swamped with notifications from the last hours, most of them from one unknown number. 'Chaeyoung?' He thought, quickly scanning the texts and considering she was the only Twice member he did not have as a contact yet.
He scrolled through the messages. As far as he could see, they all were simply to call his attention in as many ways as possible, including his full legal name, through different batches of texts every few minutes, then every half an hour.
SD: Hello?
??: FINALLY!!! Can you meet us this Saturday?
SD: Chaeyoung?
??: Just one syllable is correct there… 😮💨
'Fuck, it finally happened,' he thought, processing the idea that he would now meet other idols. On a different day, he would have been excited to know who would be next, but in that moment, it felt like actual work.
SD: Okay, I'll need help here. Who am I talking to?
??: You didn't read all the messages, right?
He didn't. When he scrolled back, he read her name. Chaeryeong, Lee Chaeryeong. 'Why are there so many' Chaes' in the industry?' He said to himself, running his finger through the bridge of his nose.
SD: Sorry, rough day. Who do you mean by 'us' exactly?
CR: Is that a yes?
SD: You're not going to tell me unless I'll meet you on Saturday, right?
CR: Right! 🙂↕️
SD: Fine, what hour?
Chaeryeong, excitedly, established time and place, along with another piece of information he shared with Jieun in a call as soon as she got home late at night.
"All of them?" the soloist asked, perplexed by his statement.
"For three hours, yeah. It seems one of their main servers actually quit, and the other one requested not to be assigned to them anymore," Seungdae sighed, curious about her reaction and insight.
"I have had him for myself for years, and now he's getting eight girls on the same week," Jieun murmured to herself, trying to collect herself. "You know what that means, right?"
"They're too wild?"
"Two of them, mainly. Or so I've heard. Rumor has it they lit the fire for the other three," she sighed. "I only know their sweet side, and they're lovely, caring, and really funny to be around…"
"Yes, but they admire you. I will get to see a different side of them."
"I'm not sure what to expect. Did they say anything about what they want to do? Or how?"
"Just the time and place, and not to cum until then."
"Curiosity is killing you, right?"
"You have no idea."
"Hmm… I do. I guess it's a similar feeling to the one I get before an ambassador event," she reminded him.
"Fear and desire for the unknown?"
"And the thrill of not knowing if you or they will be in charge."
"Yeah, there is that, I guess."
"Our time on Sunday is still on, right?" He could hear the worry in her voice, even though she tried to hide it.
"Our time is ours. No matter what," he replied, hearing her sigh in relief. "Actually, do you think I can go directly to your place after that?"
"Yes! That'd be perfect," she replied quickly. "I'll try to have my scenes recorded earlier so I can leave soon."
"You're far more worried about me than I am."
"Think about it. What pushes a man, much more two, to quit fucking idols?"
"I guess I'll find out."
Friday went without much movement except for a quick video call with Tzuyu after she had gotten home, which was the highlight of the night.
"Itzy? All five of them?" She asked, perplexed, not bothering to hide her reaction.
"Yup! Any advice?"
"Do you still have Sana's scratches on you?" She frowned, worried.
"Yeah, and Jin's to match them."
She sighed. "There's no way you won't have them by tomorrow, right?"
"Only if you know a way to shed two layers of skin in one night," he joked.
Tzuyu scoffed with a cute smile. "Then you'll need to turn off the lights or keep your clothes on as long as you can."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Do you want to come here after you're done with them?" She could see his regretful expression already. "You're going with Jin afterward, right?" She asked with a wide, teasing smile.
"Yes. Should I say sorry?" As usual, whenever Jin was brought up with Tzuyu, he was surprised to see her bright smile shining.
"No, but you should block next Thursday in your calendar," she nodded happily. "I won't accept a no for an answer there, sir." Her tone became serious, and her big eyes took up most of the camera.
"Birthday preparations?"
"So you know!" Her eyes opened wide again, along with a shy, wide smile, this time in pleasant surprise.
"And that's not because it's my job to keep you happy!"
"Your job is to keep me satisfied. It just so happens you also make me happy."
"That's mutual. But you got it. I'll block next Thursday for you."
They kept on talking for a little longer. Tzuyu didn't say anything else about what she wanted to do with him, only that her mother would be traveling to Korea to spend a few days with her, so seeing him on the actual day was no option. He understood, and she wished him luck for the following day.
One night of sleep later, and his day with the Itzy girls had arrived. He made sure to be well rested and to take a shower before getting out of his apartment after they had finished their practice. As requested, he was freshly shaven. Chaeryeong said not to worry about clothes, 'that's not why they wanted him.'
A fancy apartment complex, similar to Tzuyu's, but not as fancy as Jieun's. He parked where he was told and went up in the elevator. When he arrived at the door, he felt chills running through his spine. He rang the doorbell, but he could not hear much from the inside.
When the door opened, a lot of noise came out of the place, followed by complete silence. He was welcomed by Chaeryeong's expressive eyes, pretending seriousness. "Name?" She asked.
"Hwang Seungdae," he replied, smirking at her attempt at a serious expression. The following second, her face showed her bright smile before she grinned, taking him inside the apartment by the arm, and closing the door behind him. He simply followed along. It was understandable that they wanted to make sure he was who he was, but there was no way he was in the wrong place.
"Take off your shoes, get comfortable," Chaeryeong tapped him on the back and ran quickly to the other girls. He was basically cornered in the entrance's hallway. He could feel his heart beating. In his mind, he felt like an animal in a zoo, being observed, although in this case it was by five beauties standing next to the couch, wearing black and white outfits.
All of them allowed him to see their navels. Yeji had a skin-tight, cropped shirt and a pair of shorts that let her long, slim legs breathe. Lia had a black sports bra covered by a long-sleeved shirt with holes in the front and a wide neck that fell over one of her shoulders. Ryujin's all-black outfit accentuated her red hair, but the way her pants hugged her hips and thighs made him thirsty. Chaeryeong, also wearing all-black and rocking jet-black hair, knew how to take advantage of her white skin and the muscles of her shoulders, just as Yuna, whose white cropped tee helped her accentuate her wide hips hidden in her black pants.
The girls looked at each other after examining him while he removed his shoes.
"Oh, don't look at me, this was your idea," Lia looked at Yeji, "because of your birthday," she added, looking at Chaeryeong.
"I'll take it from here then," Yeji smirked. "Mr. Hwang, welcome to my place!" She happily signaled him to enter the living room with them. Being called 'Mr. Hwang' felt weird in his current position, but since they were all seven to ten years younger than him, he decided to run with it.
"Nayeon unnie was right," Yuna whispered. "He is cute when he's confused."
"Thank you, but yeah. I'm pretty confused. Your birthday?" He interveined, wondering how many birthdays he would now have to be a part of, but not complaining about it.
"Yes, it was last Thursday," Chaeryeong replied, acting cute for him, her voice a bit nervous. "We wanted to celebrate that and our comeback, but our usual servers got…"
"Hurt?" Yuna murmured.
"Scared," the rest of the members said in unison with a louder, firmer voice while Lia elbowed Yuna, who just smiled with her lips pursed.
"Yeah, so we could not really do much that night," the black-haired girl continued, biting her lip and looking down. It seemed whatever happened, she was directly involved.
"Yuna and I talked with Nayeon unnie," Lia added.
"And Yeji and I talked with Jihyo unnie," Ryujin noted, pursing her lips.
"And when we all talked about it, we noticed both of them had sent us your contact," the leader stated.
"Fine, now I know how I got here," Seungdae replied. "Now, how do you girls want to do this?"
"Straight to business, huh?" Yuna grinned.
"Jihyo unnie said you were green in the business," Ryujin walked to him. "Have you been tied up before?" She asked, mere centimeters away from him, seemingly unamused.
His eyebrows rose instantly, making them all chuckle silently. "That would be a first."
She smirked. "Follow us," the red-haired woman instructed, and everyone moved to the room with the thickest doorframe. Ryujin waited at the door and closed it once he stepped in.
The man was shocked. They had surely used the space originally planned as the master bedroom and redecorated the whole place as a proper BDSM dungeon. The largest walls were painted crimson red, and the narrow walls were painted black. A dim, warm light illuminated the four corners of the white roof, allowing light to bounce and illuminate the area.
In the farthest black wall, he saw a series of different sex toys attached to the wall as if they were trophies. A variety of dildos of different sizes, some longer and thicker than his own dick, and several sets of whips and handcuffs. His eyes focused on a really long, pearl-white toy that took up the upper center of the wall. Very slim in the tip, growing thicker as his eyes scanned the plug-shaped base. 'I'm fucked,' he thought.
Yeji cleared her throat, making him turn back to see her while Ryujin walked towards the X-shaped structure that was attached to the wall, in front of the huge bed, larger than anything he had seen in person. "Are you still up to the challenge, Mr. Hwang?"
He breathed deeply, turning to see the red-haired woman detaching the structure from the wall. He felt confused, to say the least. Threatened seemed more appropriate. But he remembered all the times Jieun had to tribute. If she managed to get through that, and at times, even look for more, so could he. "What's the plan?" He turned to face the rest of the girls.
The leader grinned. Yuna and Chaeryeong looked at each other, smiling with excitement. Lia simply scoffed with a smirk, closing her eyes and shaking her head before raising her eyebrows at him. He could hear Ryujin chuckling in the back of the room.
"You'll be tied to the X-cross," Yeji stated. He looked back to see Ryujin securing some bolts while she shook her head with a smile. From afar, the frame now seemed to extend from the bed. "As you can see," the leader continued, "it's been modified so your head can rest. So don't worry about any neck pain." Her nails ran softly through the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
"There's a catch," Chaeryeong remarked with her sweet voice. "You'll be blindfolded, so you won't see a thing," she bit her lips, nodding in excitement.
"We'll be playing with your body," Yuna purred, walking towards him. "Any part we want," her hand gently touched his abdomen. He could not help but lock eyes with the maknae.
Ryujin sat on the edge of the bed, holding her laugh. "Tell him what he gets."
Lia chuckled. "If you guess who's using you, you'll get to fuck the part of her you were licking, fingering, or whatever, after we set you free," she smirked, tilting her head.
He looked around him, then at Yeji, whose face seemed to be waiting to hunt her prey. That look, those eyes, have sold him the idea already. "Just to be sure, can you give me an example?" He requested, making Yeji grin as she knew they had him exactly where they wanted.
Chaeryeong walked towards him. "Let's say Lia sits on your face, placing her cute pussy in your mouth. If you guess it's her cunt…" She tiptoed to get closer to his ear. "You can fuck her fat pussy as you please later," she whispered.
He locked eyes with Lia, who was already blushing but smirking at her friend's comment. She winked at him. "Okay. Got it." He nodded, already feeling his cock hardening at the thought of the possibilities.
"Since you're green in this… Business," Ryujin added, "We'll let you use your ears. Also, they'll keep it reasonable," she squinted her eyes at him.
"Thank you, I suppose," he scoffed.
"Thank our unnies. They seem to care a lot about your well-being. Some of them," the red-haired woman pointed to her group members, "want to take more than a few bites at you," she added with a smirk, which he corresponded.
"Speaking of that," Yeji stepped in. "We want to see it," her eyebrows rose as she grinned at him. "Strip. Completely," she ordered, smiling with the tip of her tongue between her teeth.
Seungdae sighed with a smile. Tzuyu's advice had come to an end. He nodded and quickly removed all his clothing, kicking his pants off as he stepped out of them.
"Well, damn," Ryujin exclaimed on the back of the room, watching the scars on his back.
Yeji and Yuna grinned at each other after seeing the still visible lines of Jieun's scratch on his chest and Sana's marks on his thigh. Chaeryeong was more amused by the size of his semihard cock, and Lia was holding her laugh, as if she had expected that reaction from her members.
"Damn indeed," the leader wiggled her head, getting closer to touch the scars on his chest with her right hand while her left hand slowly approached his cock.
"Unnie!" Ryujin called her, stopping her from touching his dick. He could see the short-haired woman look at her friend in the back and smile cutely before she placed her hand on his shoulder to spin him around.
"Impressing," the red-haired woman whispered, pursing her lips in surprise at the sight of his hanging cock. Her reaction made it to Seungdae's ears, making him wink at her while the other girls talked about his scratches on his back. Ryujin simply rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"When did these happen?" Chaeryeong asked, placing her hand on his right shoulder.
"About a week ago, for most of them," he replied, turning back to face them.
Yuna walked towards him, placing her palms on his chest and his ribs. "Ready to be tied up?" She asked, drawing his eyes down at her.
He tilted his head, not ready yet, but Yeji and Chaeryeong walked towards him, taking his forearms to take him closer to the horizontal X-cross, noticing a series of stools around it.
"Don't worry too much," the leader looked at him. "If you liked getting those scratches, you're going to love being restrained," she smiled devilishly at him.
"Own experience?" He asked her with a smirk, sitting on the cold frame.
"Maybe," she bit her lips, unable to hide her smile.
He lay down on the cross with his face closer to the wall and his feet near the bed. Up close, he could now see there was enough space between the wooden frame for them to walk around it. Lia held his head, caressing his hair while she secured the collar on his neck, and the other girls locked his limbs in place.
"Ryujin and I will try to keep them civil if we can," she winked at him with a warm smile, running her soft fingers through his face before she placed a lace blindfold over his eyes. Before he could say anything about it being see-through, she added a leather blindfold over it, fully blinding him from a few scenes he'd wish his eyes could see.
"Is it tight?" Lia asked him.
"Perfect," he replied. "Unlike my right hand," he added, moving his fingers.
"Sorry," Yeji laughed, loosening the leather cuff just enough.
"So…" He pondered.
"Now you miss the five of us getting naked," Yuna teased him, running her nails through his left thigh.
Seungdae sighed, literally unable to do anything else while he heard them all stripping down, giggling. Suddenly, they all went quiet. He heard them surrounding him, and in a sudden coordinated attack, he felt hands running through his whole body.
The man chuckled, unable to count how many hands were over him, realizing he had no way to tell the difference between their hands, except maybe for Yeji and Yuna, who had longer, sharper nails. Other than that, he'd have to rely on any noise they made and his gut to get lucky and guess who was on top of him.
His dick hardened as two hands stroked him and another played with his balls. Unsure of what they'd do to him, he'd need to focus on guessing who was using him. Before he could think any further, a mouth enveloped his cock. A coo of satisfaction came out of his lips.
Her tongue, whomever it was, swirled around the tip of his dick deliberately, but never rushed. A set of fingers on his left pec seemed to be getting sharper while a different hand moved from his cheek to his mouth. The girl enjoying his cock, suddenly sucked him, making him moan just when the fingers were about to get to his lips. But these disappeared as a yell spread in the room.
"Yah!" Yeji noticed Chaeryeong sucking his cock. The rest of the girls looked at the leader angrily as they'd have to switch places to keep him confused. Some walked around him, others over him, but the pale girl remained in place, giving the man a handjob with both hands.
"We said we'll wait!" The short-haired girl mouthed to Chaeryeong.
"I am the birthday girl," she replied with no sound, and a sly smile next to his dick.
"Your birthday was two days ago. It doesn't count!" Yuna fought silently, standing next to his head. She raised her right leg and wiggled her toes.
"Already?" Ryujin whispered, loud enough for Seungdae to hear.
The next new thing he felt was a set of toes entering his parted lips. The skin was soft, provoking his tongue to slide through them willingly. The smell was fairly sweet, even though the taste was slightly salty. Along with it, he felt someone sitting just above his dick. He could feel a thin line of her nectar resting on his lower stomach. It was Lia, who was also moving her palms through his torso, which helped him breathe at a constant pace.
"I hope you don't mind, but we haven't taken a shower since we finished rehearsing," Yeji stated, walking around him.
"I co…" He began, unable to speak for the toes in his tongue. Yuna kindly removed her foot from his mouth. "I couldn't care less," he replied, keeping his mouth open. Yuna lowered her toes again, biting her lips as she spread her digits for his tongue to lick them properly.
"He's enjoying it too much," Ryujin told Yeji in silence. They signaled Chaeryeong to move, and the couple took her place. Yeji immediately stroked his dick with both hands.
Lia moved in sync with the pale woman, both knelt to suck the man's fingers for a bit before standing up, nodding to Yuna, who removed her foot from his lips and prepared her left foot, lowering it to his mouth at the same time her sunbaes lowered their hips over his hands.
The man was taken aback by the sudden warmth of a pussy on each hand, and what was clearly the other foot of whoever he was licking before. His fingers moved right away at the same rhythm as the hands sliding through his length.
Luckily, he didn't have to move much of his body, only his tongue and fingers. He had to admit he was having a blast licking those toes, but the pussies drenching his fingers felt tighter than he imagined.
The outer lips of the one in his left hand felt plump. He thought of Chaeryeong's words about Lia's fat pussy, but it may be too soon to try guessing if he had only felt two cunts thus far. The woman on his right hand felt different. Her inner lips were a bit more pronounced. 'It'll be funny to play with them if I can get them to my mouth later,' he thought.
Both women were holding their moans while Yeji murmured silently with Ryujin.
"Come on, try it!" she insisted, capturing the tip of his dick with her whole hand and stroking him with her left. Ryujin squinted her eyes in disgust. "When will you ever hold a dick this size?" The leader added, leaning toward his cock.
The red-haired girl rolled her eyes and sighed. Her hand reached the base of his manhood. She was impressed by how hard it felt to the touch. "It's harder than most dildos," she mouthed to the eldest.
Yuna almost lost her balance, surprised by Ryujin's action. She called Lia's and Chaeryeong's attention, reacting just as the maknae did. When the red-haired girl noticed their looks, she just pointed at Yeji and slapped the man's dick before signaling them to rotate again.
"Any guess so far?" Ryujin asked, walking with Yeji.
He wanted to guess whose feet he had licked, but he could only remember that most of them were wearing socks before he got blindfolded. "Were those Yeji's feet?"
"Nuh-uh," the leader replied from afar before he felt a moist warmth near his face, accompanied by the pleasant smell of a wet, sweaty pussy.
"I don't know who you might be, but if you're doubting, yes. You can sit on my face," he smirked.
"He's bold," Chaeryeong turned and mouthed to her members before resting her slit on his face, holding his hair, and immediately using his nose to stimulate her clit.
Lia had moved to the man's cock and began sucking on it slowly while Yuna played with his balls. Yeji guided the fingers of his right hand inside her pussy, and Ryujin decided to sit on his bicep, pulling the leader for a kiss.
The pussy in his mouth tasted like heaven. As much as he tried to move his head, the woman kept him in place, rocking her hips back and forth, not caring for his desires. He recognized the inner lips from earlier when he had them in his hand, but he knew, whoever she was, she didn't care about anything other than her own pleasure, and he was more than fine with that; the woman sucking his cock was drooling all over it, giving lube for the ball massage he was getting.
He could focus on two things: eating as much of that cunt as he could, and making the woman on his right hand release that moan he knew she was holding. He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers as she aggressively rubbed her clit on his palm. The sound of her and the woman on his bicep kissing added another level of arousal to the whole party that was trying to keep its sounds to a minimum.
"Wanna go first?" Lia murmured to Yuna.
"Can I?"
"They're too busy to care," the elder puckered her lips and smiled, stroking his cock while Yuna got in position, giving her back to everyone but Lia, who knelt, keeping her mouth near his sack.
The next thing Seungdae knew was that his cock was quickly taken by an impossibly hot pussy, making him groan in Chaeryeong's cunt just as Yuna whimpered for a second as soon as his dick hit her cervix.
Everyone turned to see her, and then the man. It seemed his own noise didn't let him hear the maknae. Lia was quick to suck his balls to keep him distracted, testing the limits of her mouth to keep both testicles inside of it. Chaeryeong and Yeji locked eyes and stood up. They knelt at the sides of his face and began licking him, cleaning the pale woman's juices from his face, but only Chaeryeong licked his lips.
With no woman on his hands and enjoying the tongues around him, he simply enjoyed the slickness of the walls clenching around his cock, taking more of him at every bounce while the other woman played with his balls, taking one at a time, then both licking every little line of his scrotum.
"Any guess for now?" Ryujin inquired, standing near his head while she caressed Yeji's hair.
"Did I lick your cunt?" He asked her, imagining that such a tasty pussy must have been hers.
She scoffed with a smirk. "Nope. Any other guess?"
"Earlier, was that Yuna's mouth on my dick?" He groaned, making Lia laugh after seeing the maknae getting startled at the sound of her own name.
"That's Lia in my balls!"
"Yah!" She yelled.
Everyone stood up to laugh comfortably, except for Yuna, who accidentally let her weight fall over his dick and tried her best to hold her moan.
"I get to fuck your mouth later, then?" He chuckled as she got close to his face.
"If you say it like that, it sounds tempting," Lia whispered in his ear.
Yeji helped Yuna stand up, letting his cock drenched in her nectar. Before anyone else could get close, the short-haired girl took his manhood and sat on one of the stools. She looked at Yuna, who quickly got another stool to the right side of the man, almost in front of the leader.
Yeji turned to Ryujin and locked her eyes with her. "Please!" the slim girl mouthed to Ryujin with a wide smile. "I know you're curious," she added.
Yuna held her giggle, watching her elders exchange. The red-haired woman sighed with a smirk, shaking her head, but went for a stool to place at the left of the man's head. The remaining members winked at Ryujin and knelt at the sides of Yeji.
In a coordinated attack, Seungdae felt six feet over him, three in his cock, three on his face. Thanks to Jieun, he'd gather enough experience to know one of the girls was using her soles to stroke his length, respreading the thick nectar that he still has on his shaft. The last foot on his crotch rubbed the skilled toes on his glans, almost cupping it in circular motion.
The one foot on the right of his face left some subtle tracks of liquid when she spread her toes on his cheek. He figured it was the girl he had licked before. So, not Yeji. Since he had already enjoyed those, his mouth reached for the toes on his left, catching the big toe, only for this to force itself in his mouth to fit all of her toes.
Ryujin had taken his boldness as a challenge, making him suck the toes of her right foot while she pinched his cheek with her right one. At the same time, she enjoyed watching Lia and Chaeryeong suck on Yeji's tits, making her squirm as she tried to hold her reaction, unable to use her hands to defend herself, just to keep balance on the stool.
The man was fascinated with the toes in his mouth, purposefully licking between her digits, at times sticking his tongue out to try to lick her soles. Even though Ryujin didn't want to admit it, it felt good. The pleasant tickling his tongue caused in her toes caused her to reconsider using him for herself in some capacity. Reluctantly, she let him run his tongue over the extent of both her feet.
Even with two members over her breasts, Yeji still had enough focus to see Ryujin's internal conflict, and Yuna's face, equally amazed by that. The leader called the youngest's attention, asking her to move her foot to his shaft, rubbing it with the length of her sole while Yeji used her left foot to keep his cock steady. Carefully, she moved her right foot to his balls, wiggling her toes below his sack to feel its weight.
Unfortunately for her, the members sucking her nipples had gotten bored already.
"My turn," Chaeryeong whispered to the leader. She leaned towards the man's Cock to kiss Yuna's foot, signaling to move it. The maknae understood and stood up with Ryujin, leaving space for Lia.
The jet black-haired woman bit her lips with a bright smile and slowly shoved his cock inside her pussy. The woman couldn't help but moan loudly as his dick rearranged her walls, catching everyone's attention.
Before Seungdae could say anything, Lia, facing Chaeryeong, quickly spread her ass and covered his mouth with it, making everyone chuckle, and herself squeal a bit at the immediate lick she felt in her pucker hole.
"Quickly!" Yuna told them loudly, covering her mouth right away.
Chaeryeong didn't miss a beat and began swaying her hips on top of him, feeling his cock moving inside her pussy. Likewise, Lia held his hair, keeping one of her ass cheeks held while she rocked her hips, letting him lick her ass as much as he wanted.
Ryujin had stepped away for a bit to prepare one of the straps they had in the room.
"Unnie, are you really going to…?" Yuna wondered, watching her pick one dildo about an inch shorter than Seungdae's cock.
"What? No! He's going to need some help to keep all four of you satisfied," she whispered with a smirk before scoffing at Yeji's exaggerated sad expression. "We don't want to scare him that quickly." She walked towards the leader. "You haven't even enjoyed him yet," Ryujin whispered, holding her by the chin to kiss her on the lips. "I'll get you ready."
The red-haired girl took the leader's hand and walked back to the bed, followed by the maknae. Yeji knew exactly what to do. She placed her head at the edge of the bed, as low as she could, and raised her ass in the air. Ryujin quickly left the strap handy and spread her friend's butt cheeks to lick her asshole, unafraid of sticking her tongue inside the leader.
Yuna, however, knelt behind Ryujin, sliding her left hand to Ryujin's small tit, massaging it as her right hand went down to her folds, drenching them in her nectar first before inserting two of them inside her walls.
Unaware of what was happening on the bed, Seungdae had dedicated himself to enjoying Chaeryeong's relentless pussy. She kept bouncing on his cock for a while, proving her endurance. Just as the woman had increased her speed, he felt himself getting closer to his climax.
He removed his tongue from Lia's asshole and tried to call her name, although his sound was muffled by her ass cheeks. He insisted, holding his orgasm until she moved a bit from his mouth. "I'm close!" He exclaimed, calling everyone's attention.
Chaeryeong grinned, looking at Lia, and then back at the three girls watching them from the bed. She placed her hands on his lower abs and fucked herself at full speed, making their flesh clap loudly while Lia sat on his face again, this time letting her pussy fall on his mouth.
'Fuck!' He thought, feeling Chaeryeong's walls rubbing his whole length at full speed. Lia's pussy was indeed fat, and right there and then, incredibly juicy. If they wanted him to fill them, he'd do that happily, enjoying his own meal.
The pale woman felt his cock twitch inside of her, no longer caring to hold her moans until she felt the strong shots of semen hitting the depths of her cunt. She could see, by Lia's face, that the man's mouth had also gone overboard while eating her out, as her hands were fully planted on his chest, and her hips were rocking over him just as she was doing.
Yuna stepped down, licking her fingers while she walked towards Chaeryeong as she tried to stand up. As soon as his dick exited her body, the maknae's digits kept as much of his cum inside of her, and her mouth took his cock, quickly bobbing it a few times before swallowing his whole length down her throat.
She felt proud, seeing how his hips shivered while she quickly bobbed her head, lips touching the base of his cock repeatedly before stepping up, guiding the pale woman to the bed, laying her down to spread her legs and lick her oozing pussy.
Lia turned to look at Ryujin, who still had her tongue sticking out after eating Yeji's ass. As soon as they locked eyes, the red-haired woman knew what she needed.
"That was Chaeryeong's pussy I just filled," he panted with a wide smile, feeling a cool breeze of AC running through his soaking wet cock.
"Yes, you did!" The pale woman replied, happily spreading her own pussy for the maknae's agile tongue.
"And Lia's sweet ass and pussy I just ate," he chuckled, making Lia exhale in happy defeat. "Whose throat was that?" He asked, still amazed by how that felt.
Before he could do anything else, he felt two hands stroking his length and a mouth, taking his glans and spilling saliva over his shaft, keeping him hard. He chuckled at himself for fighting his sensitivity, and at the notion that he was nothing but a fuck toy for them. With Twice, it didn't feel like that, but that was pretty much what his job was on paper.
His train of thought was interrupted by a change in his dick. The blowjob had stopped, but one of the hands kept him steady. He felt his tip running through a pussy, but the movement continued until he felt a pucker hole, working its way to swallow his dick.
Yeji was doing her best to hold her whimpers as her ass spread to take his girth. Suddenly, the resistance her ass was placing disappeared, and her ass engulfed more than half of his cock.
"Fuck!" Seungdae exclaimed at the incredible pressure her anal walls were imposing on his dick.
"You're welcome, lucky bastard," Ryujin whispered near Lia's head while she rammed her strap-on inside her elder. Both of them were spoon fucking on the bed, watching the events unfolding.
Yeji still could hear her. She turned quickly, taking a glance at the makeup session Chaeryeong and Yuna had, and locking eyes with the redhead, and then looked at Lia's soft face, enjoying Ryujin's treatment. She scoffed and nodded at Ryujin.
The leader rose her hips slightly and let herself fall on his dick, impaling her ass with all of his length and making him groan loud enough to cover her own, controlled whimper. She was no stranger to having something that large inside of her body, whatever hole it was, but having something that thick, and mainly warm, was certainly a plus for her.
She kept it fully inside her guts for a moment. Her eyes closed, and a wide smile took over her face as she felt it throbbing. She chuckled silently and began fucking herself on his manhood, enjoying the sensation of her insides being rearranged every time she bounced on it.
For Seungdae, the sensation was equally rewarding. Her body felt equally welcoming and tight around his shaft. He had no idea who was riding him, but whoever it was, he wanted to hold her and pound into her with all his might. Thankfully, the cross he was tied to had nothing restraining him from thrusting his hips just a bit into her hole.
While they fucked, Yuna had already finished licking and fingering the man's cum out of Chaeryeong's pussy, leaving her in a post-orgasm bliss. "Will you be okay?" She whispered to the trembling pale girl, who simply nodded in response, smiling with her eyes.
The maknae looked around her. Ryujin was removing her strap to lie down on the bed, spreading her legs to welcome Lia. She couldn't resist her member's tanned ass. Yuna grabbed it to bite it and give it a quick peck before getting off the bed, letting her get into business with the red-haired girl who was already caressing Chaeryeong's head.
Yuna ran her fingers through Yeji's shoulders, bringing a wicked smile to her face as she walked to the man's face. She stood above him, facing the leader. He felt her coming near his face and was prepared to welcome her in his mouth when a drop of her nectar fell on his face.
Without giving it much thought, she spread her ass and forced the man to kiss her pucker hole. Although he was expecting her pussy to drink more of her, feeling her asshole touch his lips was a nice surprise. Even more so, the fact that his tongue could feel her rim was already loose. His tongue slid in easily, with no resistance.
The buttholes he had licked through the years had never reached that level of permanent state as hers. Seungdae kept eating her ass, knowing that if it was this damaged already, it would soon be enveloping his cock.
Merely through hearing, he knew the girls on top of him were making out. Each of them had placed their left hand on him to support themselves. He tried to picture who he had on top of him. The ass in his mouth had to be Yuna. 'She gives that needy slut type, surely she's an anal whore,' he thought.
He needed to know whose butthole he was fucking so deliciously, so he pictured who could be making out with Yuna in such a way. In his mind, Ryujin looked the most desirable for that. The Shin sisters would make an amazing pairing, but the red-haired woman seemed the most distant from him from the start. 'Maybe Yeji?' He wondered, remembering her devilish grin.
'Two of them, mainly.' Jieun's words resonated in his brain. 'If this group works something like Twice, the leader took the Tribute bullet,' he deduced.
Thinking he had the eldest and youngest members of the group on top of him drove him crazy. His tongue swirled inside Yuna's asshole, reaching a new level of lust for him as he felt Yeji’s hole gripping around his cock every time she rose her ass.
He could hear them murmur something amid their kiss, and suddenly, the woman in his face stood up.
"Yuna!" He exclaimed confidently, catching everyone's attention and making Yeji fully sit on his cock, never stopping swaying her hips while Ryujin laughed out loud.
"Why?" The red-haired girl asked, her happiness could be heard in her tone.
"A broken asshole suits her," he chuckled. "If I'm right, get on my dick already."
His words made everyone silent. Yeji stopped moving for a couple of seconds and slowly stood up, clenching her ass to make him feel her in detail.
Yuna had taken it as a challenge. He felt her hands resting on his lower stomach, purposefully digging her nails into his skin. He laughed a bit in satisfaction to know he was right, followed by a profound moan coming out of his and Yuna's lungs as her asshole easily engulfed his whole length.
"His dick is mine until he cums inside me," Yuna declared.
"Happily," he replied, feeling his right wrist being unlocked, taking a moment to move his arm.
"Greedy," Chaeryeong scoffed, looking from Ryujin's embrace as she was fucked by her strap-on in doggy style, before burying her face in Lia's pussy.
Seungdae could hear their flesh slapping against each other. The pale girl did not bother controlling her moans anymore. He had already pictured the scene, but he was focused on Yuna's insides moving violently around his cock as she bounced on him.
His left wrist was unlocked, and soon, a pussy sat on his mouth, aligning her entrance perfectly with his mouth and letting her gaping ass rest on his nose. He could feel that one of her hands was rubbing her clit with a lot of energy. Immediately, his right hand latched onto her ass, followed by his left hand after helping his own circulation. Finally, he could feel one of their bodies at his own will.
His hands gripped her buttocks before running through her firm, long thighs. Considering the odds, the noises coming from the bed, and the wet feeling between her ass cheeks, he was confident he was eating Yeji’s cunt.
His left hand slid through her back while his right hand moved through her stomach. His fingertips sank into her flesh, feeling a thin layer of fat and her strong core as she rocked her hips back and forth in his face. He wanted to feel more of her. His hands climbed to her chest, grabbing her small breasts with incredibly hard nipples that he did not hesitate to pinch, forcing the woman to take her hand to her mouth.
"Yuna," he exclaimed, feeling his climax getting closer with every move of the maknae's hips. His hands tightened in Yeji's boobs, pinching her nipples and making the woman exhale a muted whimper, which also accelerated the hand rubbing her clit.
The maknae was having fun. She felt his cock twitch harder every second inside her guts, enjoying the way his thrusts became harder and harder while she watched the leader's nipples being pulled, causing Yeji to blush and fight to keep her whimpers quiet.
Her right hand reached for the eldest's chin, forcing her to look at her while she fucked herself, grunting to make the man drain his seed in her ass. Yeji smiled, and the man slammed his hips against Yuna's ass, shooting his thick load inside her. A cute giggle came out of the maknae as she felt the desperation in the man while his cock kept depositing more and more semen in her guts.
The broken smile on the maknae's face was the signal for Yeji to let go and release her own orgasm. Suddenly, her hips shook on the man's face, and a fountain of squirt erupted from her pussy directly onto the man's open mouth.
At this point, Seungdae was not even mad. If anything, he was impressed with their coordination and thankful that, unlike Nayeon, they let him finish his climax before being drowned in the slightly salty river of juices coming out of the leader.
He drank her squirt happily, feeling how some bits fell on the sides of his face, down her nape and neck. Smaller and weaker jets of liquid kept pouring from the woman's pussy until a set of footsteps got closer to help her get off his face to let him breathe properly.
"Yeji…" He panted. "I could have drowned in Yeji's cunt," he laughed.
Lia guided Yeji behind Yuna's ass, helping her kneel to support her trembling legs. Carefully, the maknae rose her hips, letting the man's cock fall on his belly, along with thick droplets of cum dripping from her weak asshole.
"Why don't I give you your reward now?" Yeji asked, taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth, running her tongue through every little corner of his skin, savoring the bitterness of Yuna's anal walls.
The man groaned, taking his hands to his head, unsure if he could already take off the blindfold. Thankfully for him, it was Lia who gracefully removed it for him, placing her hand over his eyes to help him adapt to the light of the room while she used her free hand to loosen the collar that kept his head in place.
"Game is over now," Ryujin chuckled from the bed.
"I thought you'd like to see what you did to Yuna's ass," Lia grinned at him, helping him with his head so he could look down.
He was amazed to see the maknae's loose butthole, fully gaping and spread by her own fingers as her nails dug into her ass cheeks. Just below that, her glistening pussy with a cute pair of inner lips, dripping her own nectar.
"Wait," he voiced, right hand reaching to her lower back to make her arch her back and give him a clearer view of her bald pussy. "Fuck…" He exclaimed, admiring the vertical piercing she had on the hood of her clit.
She let go of her ass cheeks and wiggled her hips, letting him admire her loose rim and her pussy. "You've never seen one like that, have you?" She giggled before stepping up and moving aside, revealing the naughty eyes of Yeji, still savoring Yuna's ass from the skin of his sensitive dick.
"You'll get hard again. And you'll make me choke on this cock," the leader pouted, making Lia laugh.
"Sure, in a minute, I'm just…" His thoughts got interrupted by the scene taking place on the bed.
Chaeryeong's white ass was in the air, wiggling happily as she ate Ryujin's pussy. The red-haired woman wiggled her fingers with a sly smile as a greeting, raising her hips and holding the pale woman's head against her crotch.
"I hope you don't mind that I took some of them for a few moments here and there. You looked too busy, and they get needy," Ryujin smirked at him.
"She fucked me already," Lia whispered in his ear, delicately placing her fingers on his shoulder and his hip. Her words made him notice the strap-on with a dildo similar in size to his own dick next to Chaeryeong on the bed. "Yeji's cleaning you so you can fuck me."
He turned to see Lia's subtle smirk. Having her up close, now able to see her, he paid attention to her face. Her cute eyes, her round cheeks, her tempting lips. His eyes went down her body along with his left hand, seeing and touching her small tits and her dark brown nipples, and her smooth pussy.
She giggled. "I shaved it for today. Nayeon unnie thought you'd like it," she pouted with a bit of shame.
His fingers caressed her exposed, soft pubis. "With or without bush, what I like are your fat lips," he whispered, feeling her wet folds and shoving his fingers inside her. "Do you want me to fill you like I did Chaeryeong?"
"Only if you fuck me properly," she smirked at him, letting her soft moans free.
"Count on it," he replied.
The next moment, he realized his cock was already fully hardened in Yeji's hands and mouth. The following second, he felt Yeji's throat engulfing half of his dick with a loud gag before she took him fully inside her pipe while Lia, still with his fingers inside her, sat behind him on the X-cross, running her hands through his torso and peeking behind his arms.
When he looked down at the leader, he met her fierce, hungry eyes that quickly smiled mischievously at him while she took her hands behind her back. Her subtle giggle was accompanied by Yuna's silhouette appearing behind her. Unlike Dahyun, her long skinny legs and wide hips allowed for a thigh gap that let her juices shine between her legs.
Yuna towered over the leader for a second before she knelt behind her. "Are you sure, unnie?" The maknae asked her in the ear with a deeper voice and lustful eyes, biting her own lips and holding Yeji's wrists with one hand. The leader didn't say anything. She just pushed herself down his crotch until her nose was pressing against his pubes.
"You better not cum in her throat," Yuna warned him with challenging eyes, running her fingers through the eldest's scalp. "That load is for our dear Jisu."
"Yeji's throat is bulging a lot," Chaeryeong whispered, admiring the leader's neck adapting to his size. "Do you think she can handle it?"
"His length is not a problem for her. His girth…" Ryuji scoffed. "Even if she can't keep him in for long, she'll let them use her to edge him." She shook her head with a smirk, watching Yuna's fingers firmly gripping Yeji's short hair.
The youngest tensed her arms and pulled the leader's head from his crotch, taking most of his cock out of her throat before pushing her back to take it all.
The man was fascinated with the scene. Yuna's eyes were filled with curiosity and deviltry. She, as everyone in the room, wanted to see how much the leader could take, violently fucking her throat with his cock.
Yeji's face emanated bliss and lust. It was clear she enjoyed being used and had practice in that regard. Her eyes barely blinked, always locked on the man's face. She let her tears run down her cheeks as she gurgled loudly, thanks to the abuse on her pipe.
Then, a loud retching. Yuna kept her in place, forcing her lips to touch his groin. "Nuh-uh," she slowed down, but kept pushing and pulling her face on his cock. "You'll be a good bitch and continue until I say we're done," she whispered to her. Yeji pushed herself against his crotch, again, giving her the green light to recover her rhythm.
"Don't even try stopping them," Lia whispered to Seungdae, still enjoying his fingers inside of her, moving involuntarily thanks to his reactions to the short-haired woman's pipe. "Just enjoy it and hold it for me."
Easier said than done. Yeji's tight throat felt fantastic. Her gurgling became the only soundtrack in the room as everyone had their eyes focused on her. Every so often, she would retch again, contracting her whole neck around his cock, making him clench his fingers inside Lia in an attempt to divert the pleasure he was feeling.
Right there, he thought of Jieun and Tzuyu. How they frequently ask him to keep fucking them after they've cummed around his cock. How they must have learned to enjoy the torture of their hyper-sensitive cunts being drilled, even if they can't take it anymore.
He felt that. He wanted more. His dick was overly sensitive. Every time Yuna forced her head down his shaft, it felt like heaven and torture at the same time. He didn't know how long he could keep going, but Yeji’s face and gurgling pushed him where his mind didn't think was possible.
Soon, her eyes became weaker, and the retching became more violent until her body could not hold it. An alarming amount of drool came out of Yeji's mouth and nose just as Yuna sank her face on Seungdae's manhood, keeping her still as her back quickly curved and arched.
Yuna pulled her now weak head, slowly releasing his cock and allowing her to breathe after a labored gasp. "You were supposed to clean it up for Jisu unnie," she pouted, still holding her by her hair. "Leave him all nice and slippery for her." The maknae placed her close to his dick and, in a pure state of lust, bliss, and pure hunger, Yeji began sucking all of her drool from the man's crotch using only her mouth, letting his cock sway across her face with every little movement.
Seungdae was equally aroused and shocked at the display. His dick hurt from being so hard, even if the orgasm he was feeling got away with her final retching. He knew he should release everything inside Lia's cunt, so he focused on enjoying the leader's tongue swirl around every corner of his dick, balls, and crotch.
The youngest stood up and confidently walked closer to the man, letting him see her bouncy, perky tits. "Next time I see you, I hope you'll be rougher than that with me," Yuna whispered in his ear, passing a hand through Lia's breasts and taking the man's free hand to her pussy. "I promise I won't break," she licked his ear and ran his fingers through her slit, ensuring his fingers touched her piercing before she took his hand to make it rest on her wide hips as she stood next to him, enjoying the show.
He could feel Lia on his back, trying to hold her laugh. Before he could say anything to her, he felt Yeji's hands spreading his legs, trying to get his ass closer to her face. The hunger in her eyes and a gentle tap from Yuna pushed him to comply, moving just enough so she could proceed.
A wicked smile took over the eldest. She took his sack with one hand, holding it up so her mouth could reach the man's crack. Her tongue quickly looked for his pucker hole, taking any remnants of her translucent puke, drinking it all. Just when he thought she was over, her hands entered the scene, spreading his ass.
His initial reaction was clenching his ass, but having the group's leader in that position, so eager to eat his asshole, made him force himself to relax and let her do what she wanted. "Fuck," he sighed, feeling her tongue slowly entering his ass, sending shivers through his body until her lips sealed around his butthole.
She swirled her tongue up and down, side to side, in and out a few times. His reactions made it clear to Yeji and everyone that he was not used to the unique sensation, so she kept playing for a bit until she slowly circled his tight rim, detaching her lips from his crack. Her middle finger, however, slid just enough to use her saliva as lube and get inside him for a split second before he flinched.
"Whoa!" He quickly moved away, taking his fingers out of Lia's pussy to guard himself, making her yelp in the process. "Not with those nails, kitten."
Yeji pouted, taking her middle finger into her mouth, sucking it clean. Yuna walked towards her and bent at her side, holding her by the hair again. "Just look at this face," the maknae told him, dragging the leader closer to the man's face. "She's been waiting for you to praise her."
Her short hair was messy. Her lustful eyes were still tearful. Her cheeks blushed, shining in her own saliva and tears from earlier. Her mouth was slightly open, letting her breath escape through her lips, revealing her hunger. Her lips looked plumped from all the blood that ran through her face and the remains of her drool. She was ashamed of herself, but her whole body screamed she was happy to be there, being used and degraded in front of an audience.
Yuna held her in place, getting closer to his face in sync with Lia. "Tell her what she is," the youngest whispered, holding Yeji's face by her cheeks with one hand as a broken smile invaded the leader's face.
"They both love a good praise with some humiliation," Lia whispered directly in his ear, making him grin before he leaned forward to the leader's wicked face.
His fingers ran through Yeji's hair, getting a firm grip at the top of her head. He scanned her body. Her tits were slightly less voluminous than Yuna's, but the way they hung made her hard nipples look tempting. His eyes went down her slim torso and down her little bush. It was all growing naturally, but the density and length of her pubes indicated she had fully waxed or shaven a couple of weeks ago.
He smirked. "You are a truly amazing and pathetic little slut, aren't you?" His words made her chuckle in Yuna's hand. "I have to admit you are a really talented cock-adicted whore," he got closer to her face, locking his eyes on hers. "And I can't wait to have some time with you alone."
The youngest turned to him with an offended look on her face, keeping Yeji still. "Only with her?"
He released the leader's head and turned to hold Yuna's chin, bringing her closer to him. "Every attention-craving slut will have her time," he pulled her closer to his face, sliding his hand to her neck and pressing it firmly at the sides. "And trust me, I really want to try to break you and your loose ass even more."
She smiled and blushed, releasing the eldest, who was now looking at Yuna with pride.
"Now, I am going to take Lia to bed, and I'm going to fill her pussy just like I filled your guts, alright?"
"Yah! Bring that needy whore over here!" Chaeryeong demanded, running her right foot over her pale leg, waiting in a corner of the mattress, opposite to Ryujin, who was signaling Yeji to get to her.
Seungdae turned to Lia, letting his hand run through her lower back until he grabbed her ass. "Lucky for us, the bed is big enough for everyone here."
"It was planned that way," Jisu chuckled before yelping when she was carried in the man's arms with ease, holding her weight with one hand, firmly grabbing her fleshy asscheek. Despite this, she immediately hugged him with her arms and legs, supporting her own weight. He smiled at her, letting go of her butt to extend his hands and guide the other two women.
After a gentle push on her lower back, Yuna immediately jumped to Chaeryeong, who welcomed her with open legs and arms. Yeji crawled towards Ryujin, who was expecting her with the strap-on in her hands.
"Will you do me the honor?" The red-haired girl asked, loosening the straps just a bit.
"I thought you'd fuck me instead," the leader pouted, taking the dildo and putting on the strap.
"I will… Tonight, when it's only you and me," Ryujin stood on her knees, helping her friend get ready. "But I wanted to show him what he'll never get," she whispered, quiet enough for him not to hear. Yeji grinned, quickly adjusting the straps around her hips, then turning to Seungdae.
The man carefully lay Lia on the edge of the mattress. At her left, the red-haired woman got comfortable, opening her legs in anticipation of Yeji. He could now see their bodies in full detail.
Ryujin's whole complexion looked tight. Her small mounts made her caramel brown nipples look all the more biteable. Her ribs accentuated her waist, and her meaty thighs made her lower half look thicker than the rest of her body. Her pussy, adorned with a trimmed bush, looked fat, just not as much as Lia's. Like her, Ryujin's pussy was already drenched in her own nectar.
Both women looked particularly delicious as they waited in bed. It seemed they read each other's minds, as they turned to see each other, keeping one leg up. The man could not hold himself and let his fingers run through Ryujin's soft calf, only for her to raise her left leg, pointing her big toe at his face.
"Who told you you could do that?" She raised her eyebrow as Yeji approached, quickly grabbing her ankle and pushing her foot near Seungdae's mouth, who was quick to hold it in his face.
"Me," the leader smiled. "You seemed to enjoy the way he licked your feet earlier," she scoffed, lightly patting the man's thigh. He already had Ryujin's sole in his lips, but with Yeji's signal, he kissed it softly, slowly guiding her toes to his mouth.
As soon as his lips touched her big toe, she removed her leg, moving it to hook Yeji's waist instead, looking at her with a frown as the strap-on rested over her belly, reaching her navel, and making Chaeryeong and Yuna chuckle at the other end of the bed.
Yeji pouted with a fake sad expression. "You like it when we worship your feet. It's clear he likes feet. I just thought…"
"Shut up and fuck me," the red-haired woman demanded, making her partner grin.
Yeji turned to Seungdae, signaling at Lia and nodding quickly. Both aligned with the pussies in front of them. "You're going to love their moans," she smirked at him, raising three fingers. Two. One.
They pushed into the women's bodies. Jisu's walls instantly welcomed him, enveloping his cock completely in an incredible warmth. Her gasp paired with Ryujin, who also took most of the dildo inside her pussy.
Without waiting another second, Yeji and Seungdae thrust into them as if their lives depended on it. The short-haired woman was right, their moans sounded like music made in heaven. Jisu's high voice contrasted with Ryujin's deeper tone. Both, equally needy. Both, equally taken aback by the sudden intrusion of such a large phallus into their bodies.
Lia's face was quicker to release a smile. His imagination ran quick images of Ryujin fucking her with the same strap-on she was now getting drilled by. Ryujin's eyes clenched, showing her pain, but at the same time, every deep, hard pound into her tight pussy pushed whimpers filled with pleasure out of her lungs.
Chaeryeong and Yuna had stopped making out to watch the show, even if their fingers were curling deep into each other's cunts.
"We need to fuck her like that more often," The black-haired woman moaned, rocking her hips on Yuna's hand.
"It'd be fair with how much she spoils us," the tall girl chuckled. "But for now, I want to eat your cute little pussy," she added, pulling her for a tongue kiss.
Seungdae didn't know where to look. His eyes wandered from Lia's cute moaning face to the curve her back made where her ass started, giving him a clear view of her buttcheeks and her pussy stretching as he fucked her. To his right, a similar story with Ryujin, whose eyes emanated the desire she had for Yeji as she fucked her, forcing her insides to take the whole dildo at every slamming thrust.
Yeji herself seemed equally conflicted. Her eyes continuously scanned the whole scene, even though her hands held Ryujin's left leg close to her stomach. At times, her eyes met Seungdae's. She grinned at him, pounding a bit harder into her partner.
The red-haired girl reacted right away, whimpering with all her might and gripping onto the sheets. Jisu smiled and took her hand, pulling her for a desperate kiss that seemed to relieve her pain in a second.
At the same time, a white ass loomed at the corner of his left eye. Seungdae and Yeji turned to see Yuna lying flat on the bed with her legs spread, and Chaeryeong carefully getting over her in a tempting sixty-nine position. The moment his eyes connected with Yuna, she pouted, signaling him to look at the pussy above her face.
It was beautiful. Chaeryeong's bush was untrimmed, but she naturally had little hair. Her pink inner lips spread just enough to see her tiny gap, revealing her drenched slit. He recognized her pussy from how it felt on his face. Having eaten that before already, he decided he would eat that cute pucker hole later.
Chaeryeong may have read his mind. Her giggle made him realize she was watching him. The woman bit her lips and wiggled her ass up and down, spreading her asscheeks as they went down on Yuna's eager face. Giggling, the black-haired girl went down on the maknae's pussy.
"Is it always like this with you all?" He turned to Yeji, gripping Lia's hips tightly.
"You're welcome," she chuckled right before Ryujin pulled her arm to kiss her aggressively. They seemed to melt into each other. They held each other's faces with such care and passion while Ryujin's legs hugged Yeji, welcoming her deep, hard thrusts as she rocked her hips.
Lia's big toe touched his lips, instantly catching his full attention and focusing his senses on her. Just like Ryujin, she was now resting her whole back on the mattress. She called him with her finger, not saying a word. The man kissed her whole sole and her toe before leaning forward. Jisu pulled his mouth to the left side of her neck and locked his hips between her legs.
"Don't keep me waiting," she moaned, clenching her walls around his cock, intensifying every sensation on him. He was impressed with how tight she felt, but if she spoke with Nayeon, maybe they all had some similar tricks.
The embrace of her cunt allowed him to feel every little ripple of her walls as he pushed back inside her body until his glans aggressively hit her cervix, making her release a little whimper while his mouth focused on kissing the skin behind her ear.
He could feel her hips moving at the same rhythm he was fucking her. Her fingers ran through his nape and his back. Unlike Yeji and Yuna's aggressive and whorish nature, Lia's whole body felt willing to please him. Her hips were working overtime, clenching across his length while her breathing accelerated at the touch of his hands around her ass and waist.
The sound of her whimpers was the icing on the cake. Her sweet tone, gradually getting more and more needy as her pussy grew hungrier for his sperm, pushed him to his climax. "Come on, shoot it all inside me," Lia whimpered, pulling his head to see his face. "I want to feel it," she exclaimed as her hips tried to keep his dick inside her. "I want it all," she pulled him to the other side of her neck, moaning loudly.
The man succumbed to her request, holding her tightly to his body as he desperately kissed her neck until he burst inside of her pussy.
"Yeah!" She cried loudly at the feel of his hot cum hitting her cervix. Her legs locked behind his hips, pushing him fully inside of her while her walls contracted around his cock.
Seungdae felt her cunt squeezing every last drop of cum out of him until his legs began shaking as the last spurts of semen went inside of her body.
"It's okay," Lia chuckled, patting his back. "You can rest for a second. I like feeling you inside of me." The woman held on to him, rhythmically clenching her walls across his length as he laughed softly and panted on her chest.
His position allowed him to see to his right, directly at Ryujin, who was in a similar state. She was panting and shaking as Yeji smiled on top of her. He saw the leader run her fingers through her partner's chest as she stood up.
Ryujin signaled her to take it easy, but Yeji didn't care. She pretended she'd slowly pull out of her trembling pussy only for her to push back inside her, releasing another wave of pleasure that made Ryujin convulse for a couple of seconds, giving her a semi-broken smile while her hands rested weakly next to her face.
Yeji shook her head with a wide smile, and this time, she actually took the dildo out of Ryujin's cunt. The woman cooed as she felt it slide through her walls until her pussy was empty. The leader knelt to lick her partner's pussy, making her squirm around her head.
Lia could feel him getting harder at the sounds of Ryujin. Without him noticing, she wiggled her fingers to get Yeji's attention, also getting Chaeryeong's interest in the process. The short-haired girl noticed and stood up.
The red-haired woman felt the dildo run through her folds, collecting a little bit more of her nectar. Yeji gripped her fingers around the fake dick and ran her hand through its length, getting all of Ryujin's juices on her hand. When the toy was almost dry, she placed it over her partner's belly.
"Don't say a thing," Ryujin scoffed, feeling the tip of the dildo on her navel. Her head fell to her right, and her eyes connected with Seungdae.
Before she could say anything, Yeji shoved her fingers into the man's mouth, startling him for a second, which resulted in Lia moaning as he moved inside her to get a better look at Yeji.
"Did you like it?" The leader grinned at him, keeping her hand near his face.
He noticed she was still wearing the strap-on, and it covered her pussy, so that salty flavor was not hers. He turned to see Ryujin's alarmed eyes and blushing cheeks. "Yes, a lot, actually," he replied, keeping her eyes focused on her while Yeji offered him her hand so he could lick Ryujin through her.
Flustered, the red-haired girl sat, a bit taken aback by everyone's faces staring at her. "Take that off," she ordered Yeji, who just smiled and loosened the straps on her hips.
The man rested on his elbows, quickly noticing Chaeryeong's face next to Lia's.
"Oh, don't mind me, I'm just waiting," the pale girl smiled kindly at him.
His eyes went from Lia to Chaeryeong as both of them held their laughs. 'Too damn cute,' he thought. "Do you want another load inside you?" Seungdae smirked at her, noticing Yuna admiring the whole scene from her corner of the bed.
"Tempting, but I'll take the one you left inside of her," Chaeryeong grinned, getting closer to Lia until she kissed her.
"Yah!" Ryujin slapped his thigh. The man turned, keeping Lia's body close to him and his cock buried inside her warm pussy. "Do you still have fuel for another round?" The red-haired girl asked him.
His eyes could not get enough of her waist and her thighs. "I thought you'd never ask," he smirked, raising his eyebrows.
"You wish!"
"As a matter of fact, yes, I do," Seungdae admitted, making everyone open their mouths, mainly because of the instant blush that took over Ryujin's cheeks.
She scoffed, shaking her head. "Help me with Yuna," she demanded, raising the strap in her hand.
He was so focused on her body, he didn't even notice it. He turned back to Yuna to see her legs open and her fingers spreading her pussy. Her digits ran down her core, stopping at her entrance. She slowly removed her fingers, letting him see a thick strand of nectar that connected her fingertips and her cunt. When it finally broke, her fingers rested at the sides of her clit, showing off her piercing.
"Fine," he replied, turning back to Ryujin. "Wait," he turned back to Lia, caressing her thigh and waist. She laughed at his quick movements, biting her lower lip with a cute smile. "Is it okay?" He asked her.
Jisu moved her hips, clenching her pussy around his now fully hardened cock. "You owe me a night with you inside me," she nodded, looking at his lips and then his eyes.
"All you have to do is book me," he winked at her, making her chuckle and open her legs. "Will you let me use your mouth then? I earnt it earlier," he tilted his head with a kind smile.
Lia pursed her lips. "Happily, just don't expect me to take all of you, my mouth is small," she then rose a bit to speak in his ear. "But I could take all of you in my ass any day," she whispered before pushing his torso, clenching her cunt tightly to keep as much of his semen inside of her as she could.
Yeji quickly jumped onto the bed, calling Jisu to get close to her. Chaeryeong moved quickly. Originally, the man thought she was going for Lia's pussy, but was taken aback when she pressed her knee on his chest, and without any warning, quickly took his dick into her mouth.
He threw his head back, and before he could process what was happening in his crotch, Yuna had already sat on his face.
This time, she purposefully placed her pussy in his mouth, letting her clit and her piercing rub freely on his nose. She looked down at him, directly into his eyes without lowering her face, tugging his hair with her left hand, and firmly planting her right hand on his chest for support. "If there's any more of your seed inside those big balls of yours, you better shoot it inside my pussy, understood?" She grinned at him while her nails scratched his chest.
The warning was clear, but the way Chaeryeong's tongue swirled around his sensitive glans had become a new kind of torture. 'Chaery's pussy, Yuna's ass, almost on Yeji's throat, and Lia's pussy,' he thought, recapitulating the times he had nutted, or was close to cumming, over the last couple of hours with close to no break of physical or mental stimulation.
His hands gripped Yuna's thighs, trying to channel his mind onto eating her pussy. His tongue explored her entrance, but he wanted to lick her clit and taste that piercing, so he gently pulled her down on his face until his mouth sealed around her sensitive bean.
Yuna was more than happy to let him explore her. His tongue immediately made the metal piece wiggle over her clit, and made it easy for him to expose it so he could use the tip of his tongue to play with it. She was enjoying the trip. The more pleasure she felt, the more her nails ran through his chest.
With how sensitive his cock was, he felt he was going to add Chaeryeong's mouth to the list in no time, mainly when the dark-haired woman took him fully inside her throat after gagging a few times. She rested her lips at the very base of his manhood, constricting his whole length until Ryujin saved him.
The level of stimulus in his shaft went through the roof. He knew he could not bear it any longer, much less with the way the woman was quickly bobbing her head without separating her lips from his base. He directed all his pleasure to sucking and frantically licking Yuna's clit, making the woman bury her nails in his chest as she sank her pussy in his mouth.
"Chaeryeongah," The red-haired woman took her friend by her hair, forcing her to release his cock from her throat.
"Yes?" She replied with drool falling from her mouth and a cute smile.
Ryujin softly slapped her left cheek, loud enough to be heard, but not painful at all. "Julia is waiting for you," she pointed with her eyes, making her look at Lia, who was resting over Yeji as they played with each other's nipples.
"Sorry," she laughed. "His dick was still covered in cum," she grinned widely and quickly went between Lia's legs. Chaeryeong's lips immediately kissed her soft tummy, and her fingers gently rubbed her clit until she reached her small nipples.
"Shin Yuna!" Ryujin yelled, getting on the bed.
The maknae turned to see her, still holding Seungdae's hair as he had started eating her pussy more eagerly after Chaeryeong released his dick in an attempt to give his mind a break from more stimuli on his glans. She looked at her elder, clearly waiting for her. Yuna's eyes looked at the big dildo and then at the man's throbbing cock. "For me?" She asked as innocently as she could, considering she was thrilled over Seungdae’s tongue, and hiding her moans as a professional.
"Yes, my dear," the red-haired girl chuckled kindly. "Get that cute ass ready for me."
"Sorry, handsome," she smirked, rubbing her pussy across his face one last time before lying down. "I'll let you eat me for as long as you want when you try to break me," Yuna whispered to the panting man.
"Just say the words, and I'll be there," he sighed, enjoying the remnants of the maknae's nectar on his face.
He quickly turned to his left to see Yeji and Lia making out calmly while the latter had her tits sucked and pussy fingered by Chaeryeong. The pale girl's ass was up in the air, looking deliciously tempting, but before he could make a move, Ryujin called him.
"Mr. Hwang!" As soon as he turned to see her, she simply moved her hand, displaying Yuna's body. Both were lying on their side, facing him. Ryujin had the strap-on already lubed.
The maknae's head was resting in her left hand. Her free fingers were playing with her nipple, and her legs rested on the bed, one slightly in front of the other, accentuating her wide hips. When she was sure his eyes were on her crotch, she slowly raised her right leg in the air. "I want to feel both of you from the beginning," she whispered with a flirty smile.
"Get comfortable," Ryujin smirked from behind Yuna.
He was quick to get in position. Their thighs pilled over each other, Yuna's left thigh at the bottom, followed by Ryujin's right leg, then Seungdae's left thigh. The youngest was spreading her cheeks so both could align in her holes. As soon as she felt each of them ready, she let her right leg rest over the man's.
"You don't mind me over your leg, do you?" Seungdae asked Ryujin.
"It's fine, hot stuff, just help me give this slut what she needs." Her lips went to Yuna's neck, eyes locked on Seungdae. Her tongue and lips ran through the maknae's skin, and, without stopping, she mouthed: "Three. Two. One."
Yuna's soft coos suddenly turned into a loud, high-pitched cry. The woman was used to stuffing her ass with large objects, and, even though her focus had been on using her butthole to get that level of always-ready, permanent looseness, her pussy had also endured plenty of abuse. However, the sudden insertion of a girthy, eight-inch-long cock into each hole was something she was not used to.
At that moment, the woman was happy for that. Feeling her insides forced to accommodate objects of that size was an experience she had only experienced with Yeji and Ryujin, or by herself in private, but never with a man, much less one with a dick of that size. Thankfully for her, just as she wanted, neither of them waited a moment before pounding into her.
Seungdae quickly noticed the same impressive heat of Yuna's walls. "You were the first hungry slut who took my cock in her pussy today, weren't you?" The man grunted, enjoying the way her pussy gripped around his shaft while the dildo in her ass added extra pressure inside her core.
"And I'll be the last one," the slim woman whimpered with a drunken smile on her face.
Her words from earlier were now echoing inside the man's head, and he wanted to test them. He thrusted repeatedly into her cunt, accompanied by Ryujin, who was pulling out almost completely and burying the dildo as deeply into Yuna as she could every time. With the way Ryujin moved and what he had seen of the other girls around her, it was obvious she was the designated top in the group.
"Yes! Fuck me harder!" Yuna demanded, grunting and rocking her hips. She took Ryujin's buttcheek and pushed it against her own ass. Her left hand gripped the man's wrist. Her eyes were already lost in the back of her head, and her face was filled with bliss.
"What a needy whore," the man exclaimed, enjoying the quick rhythm of her whimpers and her pretty face becoming redder the more pleasure she felt.
"Oh, this nympho can't ever get enough," Ryujin smirked, moving her left hand under Yuna's torso to get a firm grab of her tit. "This loose asshole," she grinned, pounding harder into her body, "is a reflection of how wild this cheap slut gets. And how much she loves it." The red-haired woman whispered her last words directly into Yuna's ear before licking her earlobe.
"Mmhm!" She moaned and nodded with a wicked smile, swaying her hips against their cocks, loving the way they rubbed through her walls. The way they pounded into her holes forced their dicks to slide to opposite sides each time they reenter her body, giving her a true feeling of her guts being rearranged, and made her give in to any remaining control over her own body.
Seungdae was too focused on the maknae's face, watching her get lost in her own lust, when he felt a relatively cold toe touching his cheek. At this point, he didn't care who she was. The man instinctively grabbed it and tried to kiss it, only for him to receive a soft slap on his shoulder.
"Aren't you a bit too hungry, Mister?" Chaeryeong half-turned to see him. Lia and Yeji held her arm, trying to keep her close to them as they enjoyed each other's bodies.
"I'm just trying to enjoy my job," he smirked at the pale woman, making her chuckle while he kept pounding into the maknae's tight pussy. Behind her, Ryujin nodded in approval without him noticing.
"Want a little help to last longer?" Chaeryeong smiled with her whole face.
"That'd be good," he admitted, sliding his right hand to Yuna's neck, making her moan happily. "Give me a piece of that cake," he called her with his left hand.
Lia held Yeji by her hair, ensuring she also saw the events on their right. "Wouldn't you like to be in her place? To have both of them fucking you until your mind is blank?" She asked the eldest.
The leader knew her question was legit. "Yes, but I'll get my chance later," she grinned, enjoying the symphony of moans and whimpers Yuna was making. "For now," she continued, "I want my sweet, cute, delicious Jisu," she purred, gradually leaning towards her until their lips met in a contrasting calm kiss. Lia's hand had let go of Chaeryeong, but Yeji kept holding on to her.
The pale woman stood on her knees, in the middle of a lustful threesome and a loving makeout session. The distance was perfect for her frame to link them all.
Giggling, she carefully got in position, lowering her ass over the man's face until she felt his eager tongue swirl through her folds again. A sweet moan came out of her lungs, followed by a whimper when Seungdae's hand quickly got a grip of her ass. "We're going to keep him, right?" She asked Yeji, pressing her arm to get a response.
"Yes!" Yuna yelled, gripping her fingers on the man's wrist, keeping it on her neck.
"Jisu?" Yeji looked at her eyes, waiting for a response while her hand slid to her small tit.
"I'd like to have him around, yes," she smiled with her eyes.
"Ryujinie?" The short-haired woman stood up to see her friend aggressively pounding the maknae's ass. She bit her lips, loving the fierce look on the red-haired woman. They locked eyes. As much as the decision was already made before Chaeryeong even asked, she wanted to know her opinion.
"Yeah, I'm fine with him," she grunted, keeping eye contact with Yeji as she fucked Yuna, now making their bodies clap. All the members but Yuna stared at her. Without saying a word, she nodded.
"Did you see it?" Chaeryeong asked him with a naughty smile as she rubbed her pussy on him, hiding most of his face under her small bush. His tongue moved quickly through her slit in confirmation. The woman leaned forward and pulled Lia's legs to her, carrying Yeji with her until Jisu's pussy was near her face.
"I've kept it in for so long, it must all be in my womb by now," Lia swayed her hips around her friend.
"I'll finger it out of you, then," the pale woman happily smiled back at her, quickly taking her hooded clit in her mouth and inserting two fingers deep inside her. Chaeryeong knew the exact point in her inner walls to push to make her surrender the control of her body.
The movement inside her cunt made her release a moan that was quickly silenced by Yeji's lips. Before she could do anything else, the leader took her by the wrist and guided her delicate hand to her folds. Both women locked eyes and smiled at each other right before Lia shoved three fingers inside Yeji's needy pussy.
Chaeryeong's body didn't allow the man to see what was happening beyond his reach, but he felt his other senses overloading. He had gotten drunk on the minute taste of bitterness of her pucker hole. The man could not get enough of her ass. It felt tight around his tongue, but the way it clenched around it let him know she had experience shoving stuff up there.
His sense of smell was filled with the moist warmth of her pussy. By then, most of his face had a thin layer of her sweet nectar, combined with his own saliva, spread all over. At times, he was unable to breathe. Lust had taken over him to the point he considered giving his last breath under her cunt.
The room had filled with an incredibly well-divided orchestra of bodily noises, flooding his hearing. At his left, Chaeryeong's moans and giggles sweetened the atmosphere, interrupted only by the small times where Lia pressed her whole core against her friend's mouth. Jisu herself was paired with Yeji, breathing heavily between a passionate, eternal kiss that let out their moans only when they needed to breathe. The cherry on top, the noises Yeji's and Lia's pussies made as the fingers inside them doubled the speed of the fuckery happening on his right.
He could hear Ryujin's heavy breathing, accompanied by her crotch smacking against Yuna's ass. The maknae's voice was practically gone by then. It seemed the more she enjoyed, the quieter and needier she became. The violent gurgling of her holes was the match for the fingering happening at the other end.
The sensations around his body were already pulling him to the edge. Chaeryeong's folds, rubbing on his face, leaving her nectar on him. The wrinkling edges of her pucker hole around his tongue, and her stupidly soft skin as his left hand gripped and slapped her ass.
His right hand was trapped by Yuna. Her fingers clenched around his wrist, slowly piercing his skin, the more they fucked her. His fingers, however, firmly held the sides of her neck to the point that he could clearly feel her quick heartbeat. His thigh rubbed between Yuna's and Ryujin's legs. Their softness equaled the woman in his mouth.
His doom was the hot, tight, slippery walls surrounding his manhood, clenching harder by the second, gripping on to him erratically while the woman tried to get more of him and Ryujin's strap inside her body; a strap that added extra pressure on his cock when both sync to reach as deep inside her as the position allowed.
Everyone knew the man was at his limit. He had been since Yeji was choking on his cock right after filling Yuna's guts. And somehow, even unknown to him, he managed to give another load for Lia, only to get edged again by Chaeryeong. Now he was about to fill Yuna's body for the second time. He could feel his climax approaching slowly but strongly. He could also feel through the maknae's walls that the woman was equally close to her own orgasm. He would not disappoint her.
Seungdae gripped Chaeryeong's ass and pulled her just enough so her pussy rested on his mouth instead of his nose, allowing him to breathe better. The last bit of consciousness before his mind clouded in a desperate, repeating 'Keep going. Keep fucking her. Make her cum,' in his brain.
She giggled, withdrawing her fingers from Lia and giving her a soft slap on her pussy, followed by a gentle kiss on her clit. Yeji and Lia turned to her, watching her lick her fingers as she, not so carefully, sat on the man's face. "He's close," she mouthed. The two women got ready, admiring the scene.
The man's free hand erratically reached Yuna's clit, rubbing her piercing violently to stimulate her.
"That's it," Ryujin grunted in the maknae's ear. "Be a good slut and cum hard for us." The red-haired woman used both hands to squeeze Yuna's tits and twist her nipples. "Milk him dry."
Her words and her breath, hitting her earlobe; the combined drilling efforts from Ryujin and Seungdae in her holes; the frantic rubbing of her clit; his hand, actually choking her as the man contained his own orgasm; and a last hard twist of her nipples provided by her elder. The combination of all that finally made her explode.
Yuna's body convulsed violently, held in place by Ryujin and Seungdae while they kept pounding into her broken holes. Her whimpers regained sound, but remained weakened by her shivering, giving her audience a soft, shaky cry that didn't seem to end.
The young woman's erratic clenching of her walls as he fucked her with every bit of his remaining strength, and the squirt gushing out of her pussy at every full-body contraction, were Seungdae's last straw. What little amount of sperm he still was able to produce was shot directly at the entrance of Yuna's womb.
Their bodies coordinated. He thrusted into her, spurring his load as deep as he could. On his way out, her cunt gripped his cock, squeezing every single drop of cum out of his shaft.
Ryujin, on the other hand, or rather hole, had no mercy on either of them. She kept pounding the maknae's ass with all her might, showing no signs of exhaustion. After years of helping Yuna break her asshole to her current loose state, she knew nothing made her climax harder and longer-lasting than being used as a ragdoll throughout her orgasm.
Seungdae had no more fuel left. His hands let go of the maknae's body, only to grip Chaeryeong's thighs. His mouth desperately kept licking her folds, and his hips continued thrusting into Yuna's convulsing body, unaware that his own orgasm was over. The frenzy they had pushed him into had blurred any clarity of what was happening, leaving him in a perpetual state of climax and repeating the same orders to himself.
The pale woman smirked on top of him, watching him tremble. "I think he's drained," she smiled widely at Yeji and Jisu, moving her hips over his face.
"Fine, let the man breathe," Lia chuckled, hugging Yeji.
"He won't let go." Chaeryeong tried to stand, but the man's arms kept her ass glued to his face. "And frankly, it feels good," she admitted, biting her lips.
"Yah!" Ryujin called them, making them all turn to see her gradually slowing down her thrusting into the maknae until the strap was fully buried in her asshole. Instinctively, the man mirrored her and remained at an angle that pushed his cock inside her pussy. "Aftercare for two."
Chaeryeong grabbed the man's hair, forcing him to detach his mouth from her slit. His arms released all the accumulated tension, falling flat on the bed. The pale woman leaned to get close to his ear. "Don't worry, daddy. One day, I'll let you eat my pussy all you want," she whispered in his ear.
Lia followed closely, taking the space in his ear that the pale woman left. "I'd like to tell you that I'm sorry, but you look so cute trembling, I can't resist," she murmured, kissing his cheek, covering her lips with her friend's nectar, and going down to his legs.
Yuna's orgasm had come to an end. In a simultaneous effort, Chaeryeong and Yeji pushed the man out of the youngest's pussy while Ryujin removed the dildo from her asshole. For the maknae, having her holes empty at the same time felt rewarding. She was gaping, and she loved it. Feeling the cold air of their movements entering her body was a constant triumph she looked forward to at the end of any sexual encounter, either alone, with a man, a woman, or mainly, with a group of people.
Just as satisfying as that was feeling Yeji's lips, literally taking her breath away with a reaffirming kiss. At the same time, Chaeryeong's tongue licked the circumference of her loose butthole, making her shiver even more while a thin trail of semen leaked out of her weak pussy.
"Is my little slut happy?" Yeji asked, holding her face. Yuna nodded quickly with blushed cheeks and an irremovable smile on her face.
For Seungdae, getting out of the maknae's pussy was an electrifying sensation. His cock was so sensitive that he immediately felt on the verge of another orgasm. While Chaeryeong was getting down on Yuna at his right, Lia did the same thing with him, quickly taking his cock into her mouth, sucking him, and licking the remains of his seed, along with her friend's juices.
Her suction and her tongue made him gasp, bringing an eye smile to her face. She could tell that if he had any energy left, he would try to move her from his dick. Luckily, that was not the case. Jisu was free to enjoy his whimpers and grunts as much as she wanted.
"Yeji unnie!" Ryujin called her, extending her hand to give her the dildo while she finished removing the strap. The leader took it and got it near Yuna's face. "Will you be good and clean it for me? I'll be using it tonight," she grinned.
"Aaaah!" Yuna willingly opened her mouth, welcoming the silicone dildo and enjoying the bitter taste of her own asshole. Yeji moved it slightly inside her mouth, forcing her to take a little more every time until she saw Ryujin lie down on the bed next to Yuna. The leader smiled widely, just like the maknae's eyes did, knowing what she'd do to her.
Without giving her a chance to accommodate her posture, Yeji pushed the whole length of the strap down her throat. A loud gag flooded the room, but the maknae showed no resistance whatsoever. Her arms remained still at her sides, hands calmly resting next to her face. The eldest moved towards Ryujin while she fucked Yuna's mouth until she let go of the dildo, trusting its balls would keep it from getting lost in the woman's pipe.
Seungdae saw the scene, trembling thanks to Jisu's kind mouth. She saw Yuna's throat bulging as the dildo entered her esophagus. Her eyes remained open, even when tears began falling down her cheeks. When Yeji left the dildo fully buried in her throat, the maknae turned to see him and slowly took the fake cock out of her pipe, ensuring all the drool would remain in her mouth.
"I told you I w-wouldn't break," she purred after swallowing her spit. She looked gorgeous and incredibly hot. Her whole face flushed with a post-orgasmic glow and a satisfied smile. Her body was still shaking thanks to the aftermath of her violent orgasm. Chaeryeong's tongue added a few more spasms on her body.
"You can't break what's already b-broken," he replied, fighting the painful waves of pleasure while Lia laughed with his cock in her mouth.
"But you can try it," Yuna raised her eyebrows, licking the tip of the dildo before taking it whole again.
"Sounds like a c-challenge I'll take on a different day," he laughed at himself, enjoying the way Jisu kept almost torturing him.
"You're l-lucky I like to be used," the maknae added. "Others would d-do anything to see you this… Exhausted again." Her words made Yeji slap her ass without separating her mouth from the red-haired woman's cunt.
"Come here," Ryujin called the youngest, extending her left arm. Proving her maknae position, she wiggled her way into her embrace, followed by Chaeryeong, who rested on Yuna's flat stomach, smiling at her friends.
"You, too. Join," the red-haired girl tapped the maknae's chest. For the first time, Ryujin seemed to actually want him close to her.
He looked down at Lia. Their eyes locked, causing her to smile with her whole face. She took his cock in her mouth one last time and sucked it hard, making him groan. If he could cum again, he would in that moment. She fought the suction of her lips until his glans popped out of her mouth with a loud pop, causing small laughs from the other girls. She gave his tip one long lick and a quick peck. "Go. I'll lie down on you," she told him, patting his thigh.
Yuna extended her arm so he could join the warm and sweaty collective hug. He let his head rest on the girl's armpit, quickly feeling Ryujin's fingers on his hair.
"Now, this is a change of attitude," he let out, caressing the maknae's leg and welcoming Jisu, as she quickly hugged him with her left arm and leg, emulating her signature animal.
"You did good, hot stuff. You deserve it," she smiled, running her slim fingers through his scalp. "Unnie," she called her partner, who instantly smiled at her from her groin and got up to join the hug, resting her face on Ryujin's small tits.
"Your heart is still beating fast," Lia added. "Did we go too hard on you, or is it because you're surrounded by us?"
"My mind says I can keep going, but I'm not sure if my body would cooperate," he laughed, admitting his defeat. "Plus, Chaeryeong's playing with my cock."
"What?" The pale girl exclaimed after seeing Lia's eyes looming over her own leg. "Even half hard, he has a good size," she said in all honesty, wiggling the man's dick from side to side.
"Let her," he scoffed. "She can play with it even if I fall asleep."
Ryujin was quick to grab Yeji's hair, making her whimper after being stopped. "I wouldn't say that here if I were you, dude," she tapped his head.
"Can I?" Yeji smiled widely at him.
"I respect myself enough to say no," he replied right away. "You'd need to pay the whole night for that."
"How long has it been?" Yuna asked, licking the dildo in her hand as if it were a popsicle.
Chaeryeong sighed. "We still have twenty minutes."
"What happens in twenty minutes?" He looked at them, confused.
"Gosh, you're really green on the business, huh?" Ryujin added.
"Nayeon unnie said he could be a bit oblivious to some things," Lia stated. "She didn't mention time being one of those things."
"Three hours, right?" He quired.
"Most don't make it past the first hour," Cheaeryong added with a bright smile.
"How many… You know what? I don't care," he laughed. "Do I leave now, or how does it usually work?"
"Usually, they finish, or we leave them aside and they go without us even noticing," Yeji nodded.
"Or we get bored and tell them they can leave," Yuna added. "Full pay, of course," she chuckled.
"How do you feel?" Ryujin asked.
"Calmer now. I'd say dried, but with all of us being a bit sweaty, that's not possible," he joked. Internally, he was surprised at how relaxing it was to be surrounded by all of them after being used as a toy.
"Then you can go whenever you're ready," the red-haired girl stated, playing with his hair.
They stayed like that for another ten minutes before Yuna got a bit crampy from being in the middle of all of them. With that, the man took the chance to get up and get dressed. Once he was ready, he was accompanied to the hallway by Ryujin and Lia.
"I really don't know how you did it, but we'll call you again," the red-haired girl nodded with her hands on her hips.
"I really hope you answer!" Lia smiled at him.
"I'll definitely come back, don't worry," the man smirked, admiring the bodies of the naked women in front of him. "Can I ask someone before I go?"
The women looked at each other. Ryujin pursed her lips and shrugged. "Sure, what is it?" Lia asked.
"What really happened to your old servers? Chaery said one quit and the other asked not to serve you anymore."
"Oh, that," Lia's eyes widened.
Ryujin sighed. "Chaeryeong broke one of their penises," she stated with her eyes closed.
"Say again…" The man was perplexed.
"Keep in mind it was Chaeryeongie's birthday," Jisu reminded him.
"She made both of them fuck her cunt, but Yeji unnie and Yuna may have encouraged her a bit too much. One of them slipped out, and when she tried to get him back inside her without stopping…"
"Ouch…" He sighed, looking at the rooftop.
"Yeah, I can only imagine, and I won't wish it on anyone," she half-smiled, shaking her head. "Now go. We won't go over there like this, man," Ryujin smiled kindly at him after signaling their lack of clothing.
"Of course. I'll see you later, then."
"Thank you!" Both women said to him as he left.
On his way to the car, he messaged Jieun to confirm if they could meet. Luckily, even though her team would keep on shooting for a few more hours, her scenes were already over. As agreed, they'll meet in her apartment.
The man got comfortable after arriving there and went straight to the fridge. He was happy to see signs of Jongsuk's, Inna's, and even Jiyeon's cooking. With all the recording and other small things in her schedule, she barely had any time to take care of herself. Fortunately, outside work, she also had a team of people looking after her.
He took a couple of small portions, something he expected would not make her upset, and heated them in the microwave. When she arrived, he was almost over.
"You didn't touch Inna's or Jiyeon's food, right?" She asked with a smirk.
"It's mostly Jonsuk's," he replied with wary eyes.
"Fine, I had already set my mind on what to eat tomorrow."
He heated Jieun's dinner, and they talked about their day. As always, he insisted she go first. Despite her curiosity about his time with Itzy, she agreed. By the time she was over. They were entering the shower.
Jieun stripped naked faster than usual, just to try to see his body. This time, there was only a set of scratches on his chest. They were shorter but deeper than usual. These would definitely leave a scar for longer than usual. Her face was clearly surprised.
"I know," he smirked. "I also thought I'd get a whole new set of lines all over the place." He walked her to the shower head.
"How was it?" She guided him to the stool, running her fingers over the forming scars. He looked at her, confused. Usually, he'd wash her first, and he'd shower quickly to pamper her. "You always help me after a session. Let me do it this time."
He scoffed. "How can I say no to you?"
"You can't!" She gave him a quick peck and began washing his hair. He went on about how they tied him down to the X-cross, how they blindfolded him, and they literally used him as they pleased, taking turns on him, mainly on his mouth and cock.
Speaking of which, he told her how they kept using him, not giving him any chance to recharge or anything. "For a moment there, I thought of you in your tributing and ambassador videos. How, even when you think your body can't take anything else, they keep using you time and time again."
"Was there a point where you wanted them to stop?" She wondered as she washed his legs, keeping an eye on his dick and how it slowly hardened again.
"Yes. I didn't think I could keep going. I was hypersensitive to every single touch in my whole body."
"You kept on fucking them, didn't you?" She smirked at him, getting closer to his shaft.
"Yes. I'm not sure how I managed to get this thing hard again," he gave her space, and she quickly took his manhood in her hands.
"Thinking of how you've endured so many sessions, remembering you, and thinking they've done the same…"
"How empathetic of you," she chuckled, stroking his fully hard cock.
"It was pure lust and hunger," he admitted. "I knew I couldn't keep going, but right there, I wanted more of them. I wanted to please them. I wanted to taste them. I wanted them to feel good because of me."
"I want you to fill me," she purred, standing to align his length with her already wet pussy. The man cooed as her walls enveloped his manhood until every bit of him was surrounded by her warmth. His cock was still sensitive, but her embrace felt like heaven.
"Now imagine how sensitive I get after one of those gangbangs," she clenched her cut around his shaft.
"No wonder you cum so easily after that," his hands wandered across her soft skin. "I think I can understand why you like to be the center of attention," he scoffed, enjoying the familiar tightness of her core as she began rocking her hips on him.
She got close to his ear. "Multiply that by infinity, and you will still have barely an idea of what it feels like to be taken by more people you can count." Her left hand took his hair to whisper directly in his ear. "To feel like your body is not your own anymore. To know that even if your body can't take it anymore, they'll keep fucking you, filling you, cumming all over your body."
"I guess there are certain advantages to not needing a hard-on to feel all that," he grunted.
"At least now you got a proper taste of what that's like," she held his face and kissed him until he shot his sperm into her tight body, culminating in a mutual embrace.
Author's note: Damn, this was fun and hard to write, especially with all the simultaneous action. Nonetheless, please check out my girls' comeback. I'm sure the MV will be fire and I'm looking forward to listening to the whole mini album! 😼🔥
The immigration officer's tone is not too enthusiastic. They probably act similarly with everyone — long shift and everything. You don't take it too personally.
Incheon International Airport is rather bustling and loud, as to be expected for airports on a Sunday during winter. There are announcements echoing all over the airport for last calls and lost belongings. Through the people, you make way for yourself with a roller suitcase to the metro station and take a ride into the heart of Seoul.
The importance of this stint is as deathly crucial to you as it is to your university back home — a four-month compulsory graduation internship, and a gesture that signifies the bond between JYPE and your institution. You're not so sure regarding the number of years they've been on the ends of the connection, but surely, you're not letting it crash into rubble with your performances.
The ride into Seoul continues. There's a rolling of wheels running against the rails from under you. In the cabin, you watch the afternoon clouds and the snow-covered buildings run past you in a blur. Your compartment is playing a comfy lo-fi tune you don't recognize. Of course, you don't expect them to play K-pop all the time, but something you can tap your fingers to would be nice. They would make you feel more familiar with this place.
You reach your desired station eventually, and you drag your roller suitcase for a few hundred meters out of the station to the employees' dorm. Your body shivers in the freezing cold air of the city at three post meridiem. It's quite grueling, but you manage to withstand the temperature until your destination is right in front of you.
Your room is on the modest side. It's a little smaller than what you have at home, but you'll live. The space has everything that you need for survival: a bed, a heater, bathroom. You transfer your belongings from your suitcase to the closet, and in a heartbeat, you've made this place your home for the next four months.
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"Don't forget the hashtags. The interns always forget them."
You type hashtags into your Notes app as Hyunjae — your supervisor — gives you a rundown of the ins-and-outs of your job. The inside of the JYPE building feels modern and sleek, probably from all that TWICE and Stray Kids income. This kind of design gives you a bit of comfort against the blues of working in a foreign country alone. It's not a complete package of coziness, but it'll work for now.
"There's also common sense stuff, but I'm sure you have it, right? Or they wouldn't have sent you here." Hyunjae scoffs before she gives you a questioning look. "Right?"
"Yeah, I have common sense, yeah," you respond to her, typing common sense into your Notes app and opening Safari. It's just to check if you're a well-mannered person.
Hyunjae smiles at you approvingly. "Alright, I'll go grab the passwords. Do whatever the hell you want until then."
—
The next few days pass by quickly. You're burying yourself in the work of posting the approved social media posts. There's TWICE. There's Stray Kids. There's ITZY. In the meantime, you've started to gain the ability to separate the Stray Kids members after years of boy band neglect. You've never missed a hashtag as well. That's the feat you're proud of.
"Why did you wanna be here? Like, why not somewhere close to your home?" Hyunjae quizzes, picking up a piece of tteokbokki with chopsticks. There's a small shot of soju at her side. There's a small shot of soju at your side. Just half a bottle of soju should suffice for this chilly Friday night.
"I just wanna be abroad," you answer. It's a simple answer to roll off your tongue. "Is that enough of a reason?"
There's a soft whir of the heater in this restaurant, working hard against the sub-zero temperature outside. The place smells of food and alcohol. There's a bit of woodiness in there as well.
"You don't get homesick?" Hyunjae asks. "I'm more concerned than curious right now, if you don't mind," and she chuckles softly.
You give her back a smile. "I live in a dorm during college, so this isn't very new to me."
Hyunjae just nods before picking up another piece of rice cake into her mouth. You figure you should grab a piece as well. Hyunjae is still in her blazer from work with a white undershirt. Her wide-legged pants look wonderful on her.
"So, who's your ultimate bias? Like, the greatest of them all." Hyunjae asks as she chews her food, a hand covering her mouth for politeness. "Not limited to just JYPE!"
"She's in JYPE, actually," and you chuckle. "It's Yeji."
Hyunjae nods receptively. "Nice, so what do you like about her?"
"She's my type! I like women who's on the more, what's the word, aggressive side?"
"Ryujin is aggressive as well — even more than Yeji," Hyunjae challenges, and that makes you think a bit. Yeji instead of Ryujin with assertion as the criterion is certainly something.
After a few seconds of thinking, you shrug out of surrendering to your supervisor's point. "Maybe I shouldn't have said aggressive."
Hyunjae chuckles. "It's fine. Sometimes we kinda just vibe with people, you know?"
You just smile at her before taking another piece of tteokbokki into your mouth.
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The weekend passes by, and you find yourself sitting in your chair posting the activities and approved personal photos of your assigned groups on Monday. You stretch from time to time to release the fatigue building up inside your muscles. The atmosphere inside the office smells of air freshener and tea, while the sight is tinted blue from the lights installed above your head.
A Slack notification appears in the top right corner of your MacBook.
Han Hyunjae, 11:49: Itzy's in the building today
Han Hyunjae, 11:49: Wanna meet them?
You click on the notification to type a sure as a reply. Finally, you're meeting your ultimate bias up close!
Han Hyunjae, 11:50: Come to the cafe when you're ready!
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The coffee shop on the ground floor is cozy and warm. You order a cup of iced Assam tea despite the harsh winter outside, with two pairs of tuna sandwiches from the cashier before settling yourself in front of Hyunjae at a table.
"They should be here in a few minutes," Hyunjae states, sipping her hot latte. There's a small mark of cream on her lips.
"You got a, uh," and you point at your upper lip. "Milk foam?"
"Oh, thanks." Hyunjae wipes the white stain off her mouth before gazing at the cafe entrance. You turn in her direction of sight as well, and you see them — ITZY — all five of them.
You've expected that they're people just like you — flawed and unique. Still, you can't help the quickening of your heartbeats for Hwang Yeji under the cafe lights. Your index finger taps on the table frantically as the women come closer to you and Hyunjae. You alternate your eyes between the five girls, but your focus seems to incline towards Yeji a bit more than the others. She looks different from what you've seen her in the photos and videos. Hwang Yeji just looks so damn tangible here — unfiltered, human.
You hear Hyunjae chuckle beside you. She notices you being star-struck seeing Yeji in person for the first time, though she just gives you space to get nervous seeing your idol.
The women settle themselves at a table not too far away from you. You turn back to Hyunjae, eventually, to see her smile tenderly at you.
"You wanna say hi to them?" she asks, pointing in ITZY's direction with her thumb.
You stammer out, "Yeah, sure. Do you have to, like, come with me?"
Hyunjae shrugs. "Up to you! They're used to the seniors from your college, though, so don't worry too much."
You give her an investigative look — lips tight, squinted eyes — before getting up from your seat and telling her: "Can you come with me, please?"
Hyunjae just laughs and stands up. "Alright, follow me."
You walk behind her at a somewhat close distance, watching ITZY's relative position getting closer to you. They chatter about something you can't make out against the waves of sound from the entire cafe.
"Hey!" Hyunjae greets, and the women turn to her and you. Yeji tilts her head slightly, perhaps curious about your presence.
With a drag, "Hello!" Yuna says first, happily, followed by a few waves and greetings from the other members.
"My new intern wanna say hi to you guys," Hyunjae says, presenting you simply with her hands.
"Hi," you stammer out shyly, trying to look cool in front of the girls despite the rapid heartbeats behind your ribcage. "I'm the new intern."
"The university intern from abroad, right?" Yuna asks with curiosity. So, it seems that there's only one foreign university MOU with JYPE according to her statement.
"Yeah," you respond politely, almost with a bow. You're awfully socially anxious for them here.
"So, he's our Instagram admin now?" Yeji asks your supervisor, pointing at you with her thumb. Her voice is so deep, unlike the tone you've heard on the stages and clips. You find it attractive, of course.
"Yep, until early May, unless we give him a post-internship contract," Hyunjae answers. "He hasn't forgotten a hashtag in the posts yet. That's some achievement!"
Your heart floats a little at Hyunjae's praise. The tension in your shoulders dissolves slightly.
Yeji smiles approvingly before asking you, "Would you stay if you get the contract? Barring the visa and logistics and all."
"Yeah!" you reply swiftly. "It has been great for me so far," and you add small gestures with your hands to show the excitement at the prospect. You'd jump at the chance of working abroad.
Yeji nods. "Well," and she pauses. Perhaps she's thinking of something to tell you, only to come up with nothing. "No, yeah, I don't have anything to tell you. Do you guys wanna say something?" Yeji asks the other members.
"Just don't be afraid to talk to us," Ryujin utters coolly, arms resting on the cushion behind her. She seems chill with you, and that's wearing your guard away a bit more. "Don't use the main account, though."
"Sure, I'll do my best," you tell Ryujin with a smile. And feeling brave, you hint, "I have just your public Instagrams for now, still."
Ryujin chuckles, giving you a knowing look. "You want our private accounts?" and the rest of the women laugh as well.
Your body freezes, not thinking straight at Ryujin's forward proposal. You just asked for ITZY's personal Instagram accounts, how brazen!
"Chill out, Ryujin. Let him settle in with the company first," Yeji states, and she turns to you. "Come to the end of the month party. We can, like, talk a bit more there."
"Party?"
"Yeah, we have a party at the end of each month," Yeji answers. "Everyone gets wasted and has deep talks — fun!"
"Everyone?" you ask another question, brain imaging the entirety of ITZY slurring and throwing arms around.
"Unless you're tolerant to alcohol, then yeah, everyone who's in Seoul on that day," Ryujin says, "I saw Hyunjae making out with—"
"You saw nothing," Hyunjae quickly halts Ryujin with a finger point, who's now laughing merrily.
Lia chimes into the conversation, "It's fine, Hyunjae. We're happy that you finally found someone!"
"Fuck off," Hyunjae curses, face already red with embarrassment. "I didn't make out with anyone. I'm a woman in her twenties who can look after herself!"
"Doesn't mean you have to be single!" Lia teases with a shrug.
"Again, fuck off," Hyunjae curses once more, and you just watch the banter unfold like that for a while until Chaeryeong gestures them to stop escalating the verbal onslaughts.
"No fighting in public, girls," Chaeryeong says, prompting a grumpy huff from Hyunjae and a giggle from Lia.
"Two tuna sandwiches and Assam tea!" a barista announces from behind the counter. That's your order.
"I'll go to the party, I promise," you tell the women, turning back and forth between your food and them. "Thanks for the welcome, really."
"See you around," Yeji says warmly.
"You're my bias, by the way," you say to Yeji.
She touches her chest with kind eyes and an aw. "Appreciate that, see you around to the power of two then."
You just smile back and nod at the girls before leaving the table with the now-beet-red Hyunjae.
"Who was it?"
"Oh my God, fuck you too."
—
The next three weeks move by rather slowly. Your job still consists of being present and posting media on your assigned groups' and members' accounts. The relationship between you and Hyunjae develops into something warm and comfortable in the meantime, and she helps you settle into living in South Korea by a large margin. It's not quite a place of home yet, but it's much better than four weeks ago.
Party day arrives, eventually. You've been spinning your chair for the last few hours out of excitement to get drunk under Hyunjae's supervision. Your state of mind has been fortified since the last day of your last semester back in your country. Intoxication in a foreign country has been a far-fetched concept to you, but you're going to experience it firsthand tonight!
From the side, you see Hyunjae walking towards you merrily in a blazer and a pair of wide-legged pants, humming some tune you don't recognize.
"Hey!" she starts with a blooming smile, and you wave back to her. "Have you posted the Hyunjin images yet? For his personal."
You check the Instagram feed for a bit — hynjinnnn. The latest post was 34 minutes ago, and you nod at your supervisor. "Yeah, half an hour ago."
"Splendid. Well, let's go now, shall we?"
You look at the time. It's about half past four post meridiem — not the time to clock out yet. You shoot her a puzzled look.
"Party day! We can leave early, don't worry," Hyunjae assures you. "We reserved the entire restaurant from five to eleven, and I don't wanna be late."
"Oh, alright, okay, sure," and you quit the apps on your MacBook before shutting it down. You put your belongings into your backpack and leave the premises with Hyunjae.
—
It's almost five. The restaurant is big — unbelievably big.
"How many people will there be again?" you ask Hyunjae. There's quite a number of people at the tables already, waiting for other employees and all sorts of meat and vegetables to be served.
"Last time was two hundred and twenty-one. This place can handle two hundred and fifty, though," she responds. "If there's fewer people, we get more soju."
You give Hyunjae a judging look.
The two of you settle yourselves at a long table that should fit about twelve people. There are already a few bottles of fruit-flavored soju on the table with shot glasses. You're waiting for more people to join the party, still. And while waiting, you pick up your phone and scroll through Twitter fan-wars and memes mindlessly.
As minutes pass, more and more people enter the restaurant, sitting at the tables all around the place. You're still surfing through Twitter, reading sombr-ending tweets and the somehow-still-ongoing war between BLINKs and ARMYs.
A hey from Hyunjae is what calls you back to the chatter of the diner.
At the entrance, you see the five girls of ITZY waving in your direction. They tread towards your table with Yuna almost jogging to you to say hi. She hugs Hyunjae and sits down beside her, across from your seat. The other members haven't even reached the halfway point yet.
"Intern boy, right?" Yuna asks you.
"Yeah," you reply with a soft smile, putting your phone back into the pocket. A server hands you the menu.
"Hello," Yeji greets as she appears beside you.
Your eyes widen — star-struck, shocked, almost dropping your menu. You can only stutter out, "Hi, Yeji."
She laughs joyfully before taking a seat next to you. "Well, nothing soju can't do."
Chaeryeong and Lia sit on the other side of the table, while Ryujin finds her seat on Yeji's left. There she is: Hwang Yeji, your ultimate bias, sitting beside you in a restaurant for a dinner with alcohol involved. This is going to be the most stressful meal you've ever had.
You order the food through the server, and they go back into the kitchen to prepare your meal. Your body is still trembling with anxiety with Yeji sitting beside you.
She seems to notice your nervousness still, and she kindly sparks a conversation with you with a giggle. "Do you drink often? Back in your country."
Still shaking, you stammer, "Yeah, kinda." And with shyness, you start pouring grape soju into the shot glasses for the surrounding girls, and you hand out the glasses to each person, trying not to drop them.
"Thanks," Yeji says. "Ever blacked out before? Sorry if this is, like, too personal," she continues to probe tenderly.
You appreciate the sentiment, really, but you still can't shake the apprehension away. A part of you remains sensible with her, at least, telling you to keep answering and asking the questions back. It'll break the barrier between you.
"Yeah, in my sophomore year," you reply, attempting to knock this fear out. "I woke up at a bus stop on my campus."
Yeji chuckles. "Well, I've blacked out before as well! It was at our dorm, though. So, yours was obviously more exciting."
"She puked all over herself," Ryujin chimes in, earning a shy laugh from Yeji. "Shit was fucking messy."
The image is not pleasing to your eyes at all, whatever melts the ice, though.
You share more of your experiences. "I remember my teeth probably hitting the edge of a toilet, and the bouncers carrying me down from the second floor."
Yeji laughs. "We're equally fucked, then."
You chuckle back at her. The tension begins to dissolve into something more domestic and casual. You can feel your bones relaxing inside your body, and you start asking more about Yeji. "So, how do you, like, get your stuff? You guys can't just go to a store and buy soju, right?"
"It's usually our bodyguards, yeah. They can carry a lot more than us, though, so it's probably for the better," Yeji answers with a shrug before taking a shot of grape soju, and you hand her the bottle to pour more. "How about your college life, though? Aside from that blackout."
"Difficult," you reply. "Having good friends helps a lot, at least."
Yeji nods with an ooh leaving her lips, then, "What do you guys usually do together, if you don't mind me asking?"
"It's standard college stuff, you know: eating, studying, taking classes. You probably—"
You notice Yeji's expression soften into something that almost resembles sadness, and you have to stop yourself from talking to empathize with her first.
"Yeah, and?" Yeji asks, almost sniffling with tears now. "I just, yeah, wait."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't—"
"No, no, keep talking. I just gotta manage myself a bit," Yeji responds with a slight stutter in her voice. She's wiping her eyes with the back of her hand now, and you shake your head profusely, adamant on not telling her about your college life further.
"Let's talk about something else," you comfort, eliciting a smile from Yeji's face. "Like, do you watch sports?"
Still with a slightly shaken voice, Yeji answers, "Yeah, I do watch F1 on some weekends, yeah."
With almost minimal knowledge of car racing, you ask her, "Can you tell me about it?"
Yeji's sniffles turn into a look of unease instead, putting your thoughts to a halt. "You're testing me or something? Is it because I'm a woman, is it that?"
"Misogyny, boo," Ryujin adds from behind Yeji and gives you a thumbs down. She's still apparently listening to your conversation intently.
Your eyes widen in fear of misunderstanding. You deny the accusations with haste. "No, no, no. Oh my God. I didn't mean to, like, question you like that. I'm so sorry."
Yeji stares at you blankly for a few seconds, letting you bask in the apprehension of being mistaken. You look at her fearfully, at least until she laughs at you, and Ryujin laughs at you as well.
"Just fucking with you, don't worry," Yeji assures. "I'd be happy to tell you about F1, and Ryujin too. We watch it together whenever we have a chance."
You let out a long sigh of relief. "Thanks. I really don't know shit about this."
—
"That's why I support them," Yeji states.
"And Hwang Yeji is cursed for years of torment and suffering of being a Williams fan!" Ryujin announces as she hugs Yeji from behind. "Should've been a Bearman fangirl like me."
Yeji chuckles. "I think I'd be dead before Williams has a top-three season."
There have been a few shots of soju since the start of F1 recap from Yeji and Ryujin, and you're not particularly tolerant of alcohol. So many things are flashing through your head right now: math problems, laundry, making out with someone. You feel a lot lighter than you're supposed to be. The sound of sizzling means shit right now as your brain decides to loop your favorite song on repeat.
"I'll go to the bathroom a bit," Yeji says as she gets up from her chair, leaving just you and Ryujin behind on your side of the table.
You go back to grilling meat and vegetables as Yeji disappears behind the bathroom door. Suddenly, Ryujin scoots over onto Yeji's chair, equally drunk as you are.
"Does she live up to your expectations?" Ryujin asks, bumping her shoulder to yours softly. "Yeji Hwang, your bias."
You reply without looking at her, still flipping food on the grill, "She's great! I mean, I don't expect her to be a perfect angel like that. You guys are human like me."
Ryujin nods. "That's a great mindset to have," and she joins you on the fire, helping you flip the food carefully.
"Thanks."
Ryujin helps you flip a few more pieces, then she pours you and herself a shot of soju. An oh leaves your lips. You don't expect Ryujin to do this for you. Still, you thank her and gulp down the shot alongside her.
"I think I'm gonna go outside a bit. Wanna come with me?" Ryujin asks you, evenly distributing the meat and vegetables to the other side of the table and not keeping one to your side.
"Me?" and not Lia or Chaeryeong or Yuna?
"Cultural exchange, wait," and Ryujin pauses for a thought. She looks at your supervisor. "Hyunjae, can I have your man for a bit?"
Hyunjae, drunk, replies with a reference to Jemima Kirke, "What the hell, sure."
Ryujin stands up from her seat in an instant, adjusting her leather jacket slightly. "We won't be long," she promises. The other members at the table just give each other a certain look as you stand up along with Ryujin. Your difference in height isn't much — you being taller than Ryujin by about an inch or so, but it feels like she's holding all the power against you here somehow. Maybe it's her assertive personality. Maybe it's her social status. Maybe it's the fact that you're a foreigner.
"Alright, follow me," Ryujin says before leading your steps towards the door to the outside. She grabs her coat from the seat, reminding you to take yours into the cold air as well. As you tread along the walkway, you two draw a few unwanted pairs of eyes. You're too drunk to raise a concern to Ryujin, though.
The door opens. You're met with the chilly late-January atmosphere, and it's making you shake immediately at the first contact. Your hands are tucked between your arms and flanks to preserve the body temperature. The air smells of smoke and asphalt. Ryujin continues to walk a few more steps against the stillness of the night, though, and you just have to follow her into the outside.
Ryujin stops a few meters away from the door as you struggle to walk under the cold. She chuckles tenderly at your inexperience in handling this temperature. Your body keeps shivering against the air uncontrollably. You reach Ryujin eventually, still.
She smiles almost awkwardly at you before starting. "I'm gonna be honest, I have no fucking idea what to talk about." She has a puff of air coming out of her mouth.
"It's fine," you scoff, smiling. You notice a puff of air coming out of your mouth as well. "Normally, I don't open myself up, though, so maybe I'll vent to you."
Ryujin laughs, leaning against the stone wall of the restaurant. The faint chatter from inside can be heard. "Thanks for trusting me," Ryujin says.
You just smile back at Ryujin, leaning against the stone wall beside her.
The silence goes on for a while. It's not suffocating — not the case of it's appropriate to say something. You notice that Yeji doesn't come out to get you back inside, but you don't raise your concern to Ryujin. Your body is still shivering in the cold, and Ryujin seems to notice it. She moves a little closer as if to warm you with her body.
You feel her warmth.
"Do you have a partner back home?" Ryujin cuts through the tranquil.
Mind in disarray, you answer succinctly, "I did."
She looks at you with a small sigh. "Sorry about that."
You scoff, turning to her as well. "It's fine — almost two years now. If anything, I'm a better person because of that."
"I used to have someone like that too — pre-debut," Ryujin says. "Life gets in the way, kind of thing. I'm sure yours is worse still."
You chuckle dryly. "It's not a competition. Don't invalidate your feelings," you assure her in the drunken stupor, moving closer towards her body a little more until your shoulders touch each other. Her eyes are a mix of longing and sadness. It's almost as if she's about to bawl in front of you, and you can do nothing but give her a warm smile against the cold air.
"You're so fucking sexy when you tell me that, you know?" Ryujin suddenly says, almost a scowl, and you just giggle, almost timidly. It's awfully forward, but you decide to ride the wave.
"Never counted you as a feeler," you reply with a tilt of your head, getting witty and brave to shoot a banter all of a sudden.
"I think more than feel, of course," Ryujin tells you. "But I'm not emotionally inept — suppressed, more like."
"Sorry to hear that."
Ryujin scoffs, "It's fine." She glances around her — the empty street, the buildings, the lights — and you do so as well, looking around until your eyes meet each other's. It's not the most magical moment you've ever been through — moderately drunk in the cold air. It's nice to have someone by your side at least, looking into your pupils and giving you the much-needed warmth.
"Do you wanna make out?" Ryujin utters. There are no signs of embarrassment or second thought on her face. You're not too shocked either. It's as if kissing celebrities is a normal occurrence for you.
You laugh quietly before responding with another question, "Do you do this often?"
"Making out?"
"Isolating an intern from abroad before, yeah, making out with them."
"You're the first man."
"Not the first person?"
Ryujin smiles awkwardly before propelling herself off the wall. She wraps her arms around your neck, slightly shaken from the alcohol. You see her cheeks flushing red under the nocturnal streetlights. "You're gonna judge me for that? Do I have to boo you again?"
You giggle in front of her, eliciting a mutual laugh back from Ryujin. Her breath smells of grapes. You're sure that yours is the same. The image is not as sensual as portrayed in the films, but it's certainly tangible.
"What if someone walks out and mistakes this for an affair?" you raise a concern, though half-hoping that Ryujin will just shut you up with her lips already.
"You're just quoting bullshit," she dismisses mischievously, apparently catching your tribute to a niche community. "Also, I don't plan on getting attached, since I won't be the only one having you."
You blink consciously, a tad surprised by the notion. Still, you're too hellbent on having Ryujin's grape-flavored tongue inside your mouth, so you tease, "You have me tonight, though."
Ryujin pouts with an aw, and she kisses you, like that.
She enters your mouth with little to no resistance from your body. Her tongue sweeps around the inside of your orifice, spreading her grape-ish taste and tasting your grape-ish taste simultaneously. Your hands cup her face gently, feeling the warmth of her cheeks. You're then pushed back up against the wall by Ryujin's sheer strength, and the act becomes even hungrier. She moans needily into the kiss, eliciting whines from your vocal cords. Your body shivers from the concoction of cold temperature and Ryujin's searing lips. You cannot think properly with everything that's going on, but your body is working on its own accord — flushing, shaking, moaning. You're so love-struck right now.
Ryujin gets a tad friskier with her hands, traveling down your frame from the back of your neck. She finds your arms. She finds your waist. She finds your thighs, and she gives them a totalitarian squeeze. You jolt, of course, and she chuckles against your lips.
Suddenly, with her core strength, Ryujin lifts you up against the stone wall of the restaurant. You yelp helplessly against her mouth. Still, you can't help but melt into her completely, submitting entirely to her.
"Wrap your legs around me, baby boy," Ryujin half-slurs, half-commands. You follow instantly, and Ryujin holds onto your supple ass firmly, using her body to push you up against the surface. Your cock twitches wantonly under the thick fabric of your pants, so eager to be freed and stimulated even more. It's pressed between your body and her taut abs. Never have you been pinned against the wall and wrapped your legs around someone like this. It's an utterly brand-new experience — one that you begin to appreciate more and more with the passing seconds.
"Ryujin," and a needy moan into the kiss. The lack of control over your body is awfully evident here, and you're more than ecstatic to let Ryujin take your place. Her lips taste of grape and a bit of smoke from the meat and vegetables. She gropes your rear authoritatively, not giving you an area to protest against her reign.
"God, you have such a nice ass," Ryujin hums, trailing her kisses to your cheeks and making you moan whorishly in Seoul's nocturnal air. She bites your ear with her lips. That's your erogenous spot, apparently, and you just collapse weakly into her. Ryujin is carrying your body now. It's a good thing that you're rather light for her. Then, she finds your neck, sinking her teeth into your skin playfully, almost dangerous in drawing blood. You find satisfaction in her acts, at least.
She keeps planting her kisses on parts of your face for a few more heartbeats until you hear a sound of clinking coming from the inside. The two of you are reminded of the party going on in the diner, and you're the first to come to your rational senses.
"Ryujin, we should, fuck," you stutter out weakly as she bites your lips. "We should go back inside."
Ryujin gives your lower lip a final tug before letting it go. "Yeah, we really should," she agrees with a chuckle, and she slowly lowers you down onto the floor. You let your feet settle on the asphalt surface of the street, and you feel like you can breathe and see things properly again.
You adjust your clothes a bit, doing your best to avoid raising suspicion from other employees. Ryujin does so as well, tugging at her coat hurriedly, setting her hair to its former state.
"Do we go back in together?" you ask with a little bit of nervousness.
Ryujin scoffs, "They'll know, definitely."
"Maybe," you cut her off, making Ryujin laugh heartily.
She continues, "They won't say a thing, though. Don't worry."
"If you say so."
—
The people at your table just exchange glances and giggle at one another. You're not giving them a harsh stare, but just smile and blink awkwardly at them as you sit back down beside Yeji. The sound of food sizzling reverberates through the air as Ryujin sits back in her seat as well.
"I didn't smoke," Ryujin starts, picking up a piece of meat with her tongs. "He didn't smoke."
"It's unhealthy!" you add. "No cigarettes or vapes involved in cultural exchange."
"That's encouraging, baby boy," Yuna jokes, and a wave of drunken laughter erupts from everyone at the table but you and Ryujin. You two can only look at each other as you wait for the hilarity to dissipate into the air.
—
With all the shakiness in the world, "So, you do smoke?"
Stern, "Vaped — past tense."
Ryujin's bed creaks weakly under her movement — mostly as a result of her hips thrusting.
For what happens between you two, it's the similar steps: making out, stripping off, lying down. The path from her door to the bed is smooth. Her room is damn tidy. Your clothes are all over the floor now, though. You don't flag the current activity as bizarre, just that it's your first time doing this with someone else.
Your back is lying against Ryujin's mattress, arching up each time the tip of her silicone cock jabs at your prostate. The moniker rolls off your tongue so easily as your asshole is being plowed open.
"Daddy."
You do this cute little quiver every once in a while when your G-spot is attacked at the perfect angle. Your real cock twitches pathetically, spewing droplets of precum out of its slit, painting your tummy with your juice. Ryujin's face hovers above yours, just centimeters away. Her breath still smells of grape soju from the restaurant with each exhale, mouth slightly agape to let out sinful moans. She looks into your eyes with hunger and desire to conquer you wholly, and the best part is: you just let her take all of you like that.
Ryujin cups your face tenderly, still thrusting her plastic dick into your untouched warmth. "Daddy's loving this virgin boypussy so much," she coos. "Taking my girlcock so well."
You don't reply, instead letting your eyes roll into the back of your head with each of Ryujin's thrusts. There are soft, pitiful whines leaving your mouth rather weakly. You feel a tad cold from the strap-on's length splitting your hole open, though Ryujin's body is warming you up nicely. Your legs are opening wide to accommodate the sheer girth of her cock. You want to be witty and sharp under her — a power bottom — but all that comes out is just a whorish moan.
The pleasure isn't one-way. There's this little nub on the other side of the harness pressing against Ryujin's clit. She's indulging in the pleasure as much as you are, just with less outward expression — small stutters, soft moans, shaking limbs. You want to reach out for her pert breasts sitting above your chest, but the pleasure of being penetrated by the silicone phallus is just too much for you to dictate a movement. Her chocolate-colored nipples have already hardened from the power that she holds over you, and you can only alternate your eyes between those pebbles and her face.
"The other girls are going to love you so much if you keep this up," Ryujin says airily, a hint of exhaustion in her tone. It sparks a bit of curiosity in your mind about the identity of the other women, though.
Ryujin's hips make contact with your ass at each loving thrust, creating these sounds of flesh smacking into each other that echo all over her room. Your body keeps trembling under her every time her cock jabs at your core, and she just smiles cheerfully at the pleasure of having you converted into her baby boy. It feels heavy — each attack on your prostate — but you hold on against the urge to cum all over yourself.
"Who are the other girls, Daddy?" you ask with your feeble, completely pathetic voice. Your hands grip the bedsheets tightly, creating these crumples in the fabric.
Ryujin chuckles at your question above you, and she just kisses you as an answer. Her tongue pushes yours back into your mouth with ease, sweeping the leftover taste of grape soju from the surface. Her hand cups your face lovingly in the soft moonlight from outside, shining through the window. She ups her pace by an ante, thrusting her synthetic cock into your tight asshole a tad quicker. At this speed, you almost lose control over your pliant physique — loosening grips, quivering limbs, rolling eyes.
She pulls back, satisfied with the kiss after a short while. A thin string of saliva clings to both of your lips — a link in the space between you. "Daddy's keeping it a surprise," Ryujin responds teasingly, licking her lips to taste you — still the grape soju. You whine needily at the view.
With Ryujin's intensity in splitting your asshole open, your orgasm arrives dangerously quickly. You feel the doom building up in your nerves down below, and you just have to announce, "Cumming, Daddy."
Ryujin just smiles — not rushing, not slowing down. She keeps her fervor steady, building you up towards the precipice under the soft moonlight.
"Daddy!"
Ryujin stuffs your mouth with her fingers, stifling the ecstatic wails from disturbing her bandmates, and your entire body goes stiff as your cock shoots ropes of cum out. It's painting your tummy and chest white. Your eyes roll into the back of your head with the surmounting pleasure wracking through your frame. Some of your semen lands on Ryujin's stomach and chest. She keeps pumping her hips into your ass to coax all of your juice out, and the result is your length twitching pitifully under her — drops into droplets that drizzle out of your slit. And as your orgasm subsides, all that's left is your cock leaking the last few globs of sperm down its length.
Ryujin laughs tenderly at the sight of your naked body utterly ruined by her fake cock, mouth sucking her fingers submissively. She languidly drags her phallus out of your asshole, and you can feel yourself expanding and contracting around her needily. It leaves you with a soft pop, lube spilling onto the mattress. Your warmth feels so empty without her filling it to the brim.
"Daddy," you mumble weakly against her digits, prompting Ryujin to pull them out of your mouth. All that leaves your mouth is a soft whimper, though.
Ryujin pulls your cheek playfully. "Who's Daddy's little cockslut?" and a hum.
"I'm Daddy's little cockslut," you respond, still weak in your tone. Your eyes slowly settle back into their normal positions, and you see her smile at you in a mix of hunger and affection.
"Good boy," Ryujin coos, giggling above you. She then plants her lips on your forehead fondly. Warmth blooms from the spot. "Let's take a shower together."
"Are you gonna fuck my ass again, Daddy?" you ask, mind still hazy with lust and complete compliance.
Ryujin purses her lips, thinking for a heartbeat. "Eat Daddy's cunt first, okay?" She caps the sentence off with a firm squeeze of your ass before getting off of you, and you feel like you can breathe properly again.
"Come here, baby," and Ryujin pulls your arm, getting you up from the mattress. You muster every ounce of your energy left to stand up in front of Ryujin, and you trudge after her into the bathroom.
—
A cunnilingus and a pegging in the shower later, you're lying on the bed together, facing each other with only the outside light illuminating your features.
"How's quitting smoking going?"
"Not good," and Ryujin giggles.
You don't bother putting your clothes back on, but let the heater and each other warm your body in the frosty night. Ryujin's expression makes it clear that she's still in the high of fucking your pretty asshole and gushing her juice all over your face. Her mouth smells of mint toothpaste now. The two of you figure just to share her toothbrush. Your finger circles around her dusky nipple gently, and Ryujin lets out a quiet whimper from time to time in pleasure.
"I started a few months after the debut, and Yeji found out because of my bad breath. I smoked like two packs a day. She helped me keep it a secret, though," Ryujin recounts, hand caressing your face affectionately. "Then I switched to vapes during SNEAKERS."
"Oh, yeah, I remember that."
Ryujin chuckles. "Yeah, and then I forgot to hide it one day. News was out and stuff, so I've been trying to quit it since."
You sigh, hand moving to her cheek now. "I appreciate you for trying in the first place."
"Really?"
"Really."
Ryujin smiles, receptive to your words. "Thanks."
You smile back at her, and you lean in for a kiss — a peck on her lips. It feels less passionate than the earlier making out sessions, but it's still surely sincere from the bottom of your heart.
"So, like, I'm being passed around you girls now?" you ask.
"If you do consent, then yeah!" Ryujin answers. "You can be a whore for the next few months if you want."
You consciously blink at her statement — whore. Not that you're going to say no at the chance of having sex with your hot co-workers during internship, though.
The air in the practice rooms of JYP Entertainment always smelled of ozone, industrial floor wax, and the desperate, metallic tang of ambition. For three years, that scent was your oxygen. You were the "Golden Boy" of the male trainee branch—the one with the sharpest lines in the choreography, the one the vocal coaches whispered about as a "sure thing" for the next global boy group. You lived in the rhythmic pulse of 808 bass lines and the blinding glare of fluorescent lights, flanked by two girls who were more than just fellow trainees; they were your kinetic shadows.
Shin Ryujin was the fire to your ice—a girl who danced with a visceral, jagged energy that demanded every eye in the room. Hwang Yeji was the steady, elegant needle that stitched your trio together, her "cat-eye" gaze seeing through every facade you tried to put up when the pressure of the monthly evaluations became a physical weight. You were a tripod of talent, a "00-line" powerhouse that everyone assumed would debut in parallel.
But the industry is a graveyard of "almosts."
A fractured ankle during a high-stakes showcase, a shift in the corporate "concept" for the new group, and suddenly, the "Golden Boy" was just another college student at Yonsei University, trading his stage outfits for oversized hoodies and a backpack full of political science textbooks. You watched from the sidelines—from a cramped dorm room—as Ryujin and Yeji ascended. You saw the ITZY debut teasers, the music show wins, and the global tours. You were proud, but the sting of the "what if" remained a dull ache in your chest.
Then, the text came. Not from a manager, but from a private KakaoTalk group that hadn't been touched in months.
Ryujin: The schedule cleared for 48 hours. No cameras. No staff. Just us.
Yeji: We’re going to the mountains, Y/n-ah. We need to breathe. And we need our third member back for a weekend.
Time: 05:45 AM Date: Saturday, May 16, 2026 Location: Parking Lot – Bukhansan National Park, Seoul
The morning mist is a thick, grey blanket clinging to the jagged peaks of the mountains. The air is crisp, biting through your The North Face windbreaker as you lean against your black Mazda3, waiting. The park is eerily silent, the usual swarm of weekend hikers still hours away from arriving.
A silver van with heavily tinted windows pulls into the lot, tires crunching on the gravel. It parks in the furthest corner, tucked away behind a row of pines. The sliding door opens, and two figures emerge, unrecognizable to anyone who doesn't know the exact tilt of their heads or the way they carry their shoulders.
They’re dressed in tactical hiking gear—leggings, heavy boots, and oversized caps pulled low. Ryujin is the first to reach you, her short hair tucked into a beanie. She doesn't say a word; she just crashes into you, her arms wrapping around your waist in a grip that nearly knocks the wind out of you.
"You actually showed up," she mumbles against your chest, the scent of her expensive hair serum mixing with the pine needles. "I thought you’d be too busy being a 'normal person' to hang out with us idols."
"Shut up, Ryuddaeng," you chuckle, returning the hug. "I was here twenty minutes early."
Yeji approaches at a more measured pace, though her smile is wide enough to crinkle the corners of her eyes. She looks older, more refined than the girl who used to share a bag of convenience store chips with you after midnight practice, but the warmth in her gaze is identical.
"He looks healthy, doesn't he?" Yeji says, reaching out to pinch your cheek, a habit she’s never quite outgrown. "College life suits you, Y/n. You don't have those dark circles under your eyes anymore."
"I have different dark circles now," you joke, adjusting the straps of your heavy 65-liter trekking pack. "Midterms are their own kind of 'monthly evaluation.'"
"Not today," Ryujin says, stepping back and clapping her hands together. Her eyes are bright, reflecting the first hint of the sun breaking over the ridge. "Today, there are no evaluations. No diet plans. No 'Yeji-unnie, watch your posture.' We’re hiking to the summit of Baegundae, and we’re camping at the hidden plateau. Just three trainees who never got their graduation trip."
You look at the two of them—global superstars who have the world at their feet, yet here they are, looking for a piece of the life they left behind. You feel the old familiar spark in your chest, the one that used to ignite before a performance.
"You sure you girls can keep up?" you tease, adjusting your cap. "I’ve been hitting the gym without a trainer breathing down my neck. I might leave you in the dust."
Yeji lets out a soft, feline laugh, her hand resting on the hilt of her trekking pole. "Careful, Rookie. We’ve been doing 'WANNABE' choreography for years. Our cardio is literally world-class. If anything, we'll be the ones setting up the tent while you're still gasping for air at the halfway mark."
The three of you begin the ascent. The trail is steep, a winding path of stone steps and gnarled roots. As the city of Seoul begins to shrink below you, the conversation shifts. It starts with light gossip about the old JYP trainers, but as the air gets thinner and the forest gets thicker, the mask of the "Idol" begins to slip.
"Sometimes," Ryujin says, her voice echoing off the granite walls as she climbs a particularly difficult section of the trail, "I see a guy in a hoodie at the mall, and for a split second, I think it’s you. I almost call out your name before I remember you're at Yonsei."
"Do you miss it?" you ask, pausing to catch your breath. "The training?"
"I miss us," Yeji says softly, standing on a rock ledge and looking out at the valley. "The three of us against the world. It’s lonely at the top, Y/n. Everyone wants something from us now. Managers, fans, the label... everyone except you."
You reach out, taking Yeji’s hand to help her up a steep incline. Her skin is warm, and for a second, the years of distance vanish. You're just three kids in the woods, running away from a world that moved too fast.
"Well," you say, looking at the summit looming above. "You’ve got me for the next forty-eight hours. No managers. No fans. Just the mountains."
"And the tent," Ryujin adds with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "We only brought one, you know. To save weight. I hope you don't snore as much as you used to."
The incline sharpens as the trail transitions from dirt paths to the jagged granite spines of Bukhansan. The "leisurely hike" facade evaporates within the first forty minutes, replaced by the rhythmic, heavy breathing of three athletes who don’t know how to give less than 100%.
"Are we slowing down, Y/n-ah?" Ryujin calls out from the lead. She’s moving with a relentless, low-center-of-gravity gait, her hiking boots gripping the rock like she’s mid-performance. She looks back over her shoulder, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I thought you said you’d leave us in the dust. My heart rate hasn't even hit 120 yet."
"The pack is 20kg, Ryujin," you grunt, your quads burning as you vault over a fallen cedar trunk. "I’m carrying the tent, the stove, and the water. You’re carrying... what? A bag of trail mix and a dream?"
"I'm carrying the morale," she retorts, skipping up a set of stone stairs carved into the cliffside.
Yeji is right behind you, her movements fluid and economical. She’s the "Control Tower," even on a mountain. She watches your footing, her eyes sharp. "Don't let her bait you, Y/n. She’s been doing three hours of fasted cardio every morning for the 'Born To Be' tour. She’s a machine right now."
"A machine that still can't beat me to the ridge," you say, a surge of that old, competitive trainee adrenaline hitting your nervous system.
You shift the weight of the 65-liter Osprey pack, tightening the chest strap. You remember the nights in the basement of the old JYP building—the "Hell Drills" where the trainers would make you dance the same chorus for four hours straight until someone collapsed. You were always the last one standing.
"First one to the Baegundae helipad gets to choose the sleeping arrangements!" you shout, suddenly breaking into a power-hike, your long strides eating up the vertical distance.
"Hey! That's cheating!" Yeji yells, but you hear her laughter—and then the immediate, heavy thud-thud-thud of her boots as she and Ryujin break into a sprint behind you.
The trail becomes a blur of grey stone and deep green pine. It’s dangerous, technical, and exactly what you all needed. For a moment, you aren't a "failed" trainee and they aren't "ITZY." You’re just three rivals pushing your lungs to the bursting point.
You reach the narrow ridge line, the wind suddenly whipping across the granite, cold and smelling of high altitudes. The "Baegundae" summit marker is visible, a jagged peak crowned with a fluttering Korean flag.
You’re gasping, the cold air searing your throat, but you’re ten meters ahead. You scramble up the final rock face, using the steel cables anchored into the stone. Your boots find purchase, and you haul yourself onto the flat helipad just as a hand reaches out and grabs your ankle.
"Got... you..." Ryujin wheezes, collapsing onto the flat stone beside you. Her face is bright red, her beanie discarded somewhere a mile back. She’s drenched in sweat, her chest heaving, but she’s grinning like a maniac.
Yeji arrives three seconds later, gracefully dropping to her knees, her hands on her thighs as she tries to catch her breath. She looks at the two of you—sprawled out on the granite under the vast, blue Seoul sky—and starts to laugh, a genuine, unedited sound that carries over the valley.
"We... we’re idiots," Yeji gasps, wiping sweat from her forehead. "We have a world tour in three weeks, and we’re out here trying to give ourselves shin splints."
"Worth it," Ryujin says, rolling onto her back and looking at the clouds. "Did you see his face? He thought he had it."
"I did have it," you say, sitting up and unbuckling your pack, the relief on your shoulders feeling like a physical drug. "I touched the marker first. I win."
"Technically, I touched your leg while you were touching the marker," Ryujin counters, sitting up and nudging you with her shoulder. "In trainee rules, that’s a shared victory."
The sun is beginning its slow descent, casting long, golden shadows across the peaks. The city of Seoul below looks like a toy model, the skyscrapers of Gangnam and the Han River shimmering in the haze. Up here, the noise of the industry—the "Dispatch" headlines, the chart rankings, the fan comments—is silent.
"Look at that," Yeji whispers, pointing toward the West. The hidden plateau where you’re supposed to camp is nestled in a dip between two peaks, surrounded by ancient, wind-swept pines. "No one can see us down there. No telephoto lenses, no managers."
"Just us," you say, looking at the two girls. You realize that despite the fame, despite the millions of followers, they look the most beautiful right now—messy hair, no makeup, and exhausted from a climb they didn't have to make.
"Well, 'Winner,'" Ryujin says, standing up and offering you a hand. "Let's get to the plateau. I’m starving, and I expect the 'Golden Boy' to cook something better than military rations."
The hike down to the hidden plateau is a controlled scramble, the golden hour light turning the granite slopes into sheets of glowing amber. By the time you reach the clearing, the sun has dipped behind the jagged peaks of Wonhyobong, and the temperature drops with a sudden, predatory sharpness. The wind, once a refreshing breeze, now bites through your sweat-soaked base layers.
"Okay, 'Winner,'" Ryujin pants, dropping her smaller pack with a heavy thud onto the needle-strewn earth. She’s shivering slightly, her breath blooming in the air like pale ghosts. "Sun’s going down fast. If we don't get that tent up, we’re going to be three frozen idols by midnight."
"I've got it," you say, unbuckling the Osprey and pulling out the compact, high-altitude MSR tent.
The competitive spirit from the climb morphs into a frantic, rhythmic teamwork. You drive the stakes into the rocky soil while Yeji threads the aluminum poles through the sleeves with a surgical precision. She’s focused, her brow furrowed, her hands moving with the same economy of motion she uses for her stage blocking.
"Step back, Ryuddaeng," Yeji commands as she snaps the rainfly into place. "Y/n, pull the tensioner on the left. Harder."
The tent snaps into its dome shape—a small, orange sanctuary against the encroaching dark. It’s a three-person tent by technical definition, but as the three of you look at the interior, it looks suspiciously small.
"That... is a very intimate three-person tent," Ryujin says, peering inside. She looks at you, a tired, mischievous spark returning to her eyes. "I hope you don't roll around in your sleep, Y/n. Because there’s literally zero buffer zone."
"It’s for warmth," you say, trying to sound professional despite the sudden skip in your heart rate. "Bukhansan at night in May is no joke. Body heat is our best asset."
Time: 08:30 PM Location: The Plateau Campsite
The small camping stove hisses, a blue flame licking the bottom of a titanium pot. The smell of spicy Shin Ramyun and canned tuna—the "Trainee Special"—fills the clearing. You’re all huddled around the stove, wrapped in oversized down jackets.
Yeji is sitting close to you, her shoulder pressed against yours. She’s holding a steaming cup of tea, the steam curling around her cat-like eyes. "This tastes better than the 5-star catering we had in Paris last week," she whispers, taking a slow sip.
"Everything tastes better when you’ve climbed 800 meters for it," you say, stirring the noodles.
"I missed this," Ryujin says suddenly, her voice uncharacteristically soft. She’s looking into the small flame, her knees pulled to her chest. "Just sitting in the dark. No one telling us to check our phones. No one asking for a 'challenge' video. Just... the sound of the wind."
She looks at you, her gaze steady. "Do you ever think about what would have happened if you hadn't hurt your ankle? If we’d all debuted together?"
The question hangs in the air, heavier than the mountain itself.
"Every day," you admit, the honesty feeling raw in the silence. "But then I look at the two of you, and I think... maybe the universe knew I couldn't handle the 'Ice Prince' life as well as you guys do."
"You would have been the best of us," Yeji says firmly, her hand finding yours in the dark, her fingers cold but her grip strong. "But I'm glad you're here. I’m glad someone remembers who 'Hwang Yeji' and 'Shin Ryujin' are without the stage names."
Time: 10:45 PM Location: Inside the Tent
The temperature has plummeted to near freezing. Inside the tent, the three of you have laid out your sleeping bags in a single, continuous layer to maximize warmth. There is no space between you.
You’re in the middle.
On your left, Yeji has curled into a ball, her back against yours, her breathing deep and rhythmic. On your right, Ryujin is lying on her side, facing you. The space is so tight that you can feel the heat radiating from their bodies through the nylon bags.
"You're awake," Ryujin whispers, her face inches from yours. The moonlight filters through the orange rainfly, casting a soft, amber glow over her features. She looks vulnerable, the "Center" persona completely shed.
"Too cold to sleep," you whisper back.
"Come closer then," she says, her hand reaching out from her bag and grabbing the front of your fleece, pulling you an inch toward her. "The 'Winner' has to take responsibility for keeping the 'Morale' warm."
She rests her head on your shoulder, her hair smelling of woodsmoke and the mountain. You feel Yeji stir behind you, shifting in her sleep until her head finds the space between your shoulder blades, her arm instinctively draping over your waist.
You’re sandwiched between two of the most famous women in Asia, huddled together in a small tent on a cold mountain plateau. To the world, they are untouchable icons. To you, they are just the girls who used to steal your hoodies and help you practice your high notes.
"Don't leave again, Y/n," Ryujin murmurs, her voice trailing off as sleep finally claims her. "Don't be a stranger when we get back down."
You lie there in the dark, the weight of their trust and their bodies pressing into you, watching the shadows of the pines dance against the tent walls.
The mountain air outside the thin nylon walls of the MSR tent is a freezing, howling void, making the pocket of warmth inside feel like a singular, fragile universe. Condensation from your collective breath has begun to frost the interior of the rainfly, a soft, crystalline layer that traps the heat of three bodies pressed together without a single millimeter of space to spare.
Time: 02:45 AM Location: Hidden Plateau – Inside the Tent
Deep in the heavy, oxygen-deprived sleep of an athlete, the "Rookie" discipline and the "College Student" boundaries dissolve into pure, primal instinct. You shift in your sleep, your body seeking more warmth from the solid, radiating heat to your left.
Hwang Yeji has always been the one you gravitated toward in the dark practice rooms—the steady, rhythmic anchor of your trainee days. Subconsciously, you roll onto your side, your arm sliding over her waist, pulling her flush against your chest.
She stirs, a soft, feline moan escaping her lips, but she doesn't wake. Instead, she pushes back into you, her hips seeking the cradle of your lap.
The friction is immediate and electric. You’re wearing thin, tech-fleece joggers, and she’s in high-compression Nike leggings—fabrics designed to be a second skin. As you settle into her, your hand slides lower, your palm resting flat against the junction of her thighs.
Your fingers graze the unmistakable, firm swell of her mound. Even through the synthetic fabric, you can feel the dampness—a heavy, localized heat that suggests the "cat-eye" leader isn't just dreaming of the mountain. Your middle finger dips into the center of the fold, the fabric of her leggings clinging to the wetness of her anatomy. It’s a "cameltoe" so pronounced and slick that it feels like the heat is bleeding through the nylon and into your skin.
At the same instant, your own body betrays the "friendship" protocol. The proximity, the scent of her hair, and the way her rounded rear is grinding into your pelvis has triggered a heavy, thumping erection.
Your dick is a rigid, insistent rod of heat pressed directly into the small of her back and the top of her glutes.
Yeji’s breathing hitches. She isn't asleep anymore.
You feel her body go rigid for a heartbeat, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard you can feel it through her spine. But she doesn't pull away. Instead, she tilts her pelvis back, grinding her heat more firmly against your hand, her own fingers reaching back to find your arm, squeezing your bicep with a desperate, silent strength.
She can feel the sheer size and hardness of you through your fleece—a blunt, uncompromising reminder that the "Golden Boy" isn't a boy anymore.
To your right, Ryujin lets out a soft, rhythmic snore, her hand still tangled in the hem of your hoodie, blissfully unaware that the "trip to breathe" has turned into a high-altitude pressure cooker of suppressed years and unspoken "what-ifs."
"Y/n..." Yeji breathes, the sound so faint it’s almost lost to the wind outside. She doesn't turn around. She just stays there, her wetness soaking into your fingertips through her leggings, her body molding itself to the hard, pulsing line of your cock.
In the amber gloom of the tent, the line between "best friends" and "something more" has been crossed, and there’s 800 meters of granite between you and the rest of the world.
The howl of the wind outside the MSR nylon is a jagged, lonely sound, but inside the tent, the air has become a humid, pressurized weight. The "White-Out" of the mountain is mirrored by the sensory blackout in the dark; you can’t see Yeji’s face, but you can feel the lightning-strike of her pulse through her skin.
Time: 03:15 AM Location: Inside the Tent – The Breaking Point
The "accidental" cuddle has evolved into a deliberate, synchronized motion. You’re still behind her, your chest pressed into her shoulder blades, but your hand is no longer just resting. You slide your fingers under the waistband of her Nike leggings, the elastic snapping softly against her skin.
She let out a sharp, hitched breath—half-gasp, half-sob—and her hips arched instinctively back into your groin. Your hand found the raw, slick heat of her center, her lace thong already soaked through from the friction and the mounting tension of the night. You didn't hesitate; you slid two fingers beneath the lace, finding her clit, which was a hard, throbbing pearl of sensitivity.
"Y/n-ah..." she whimpered, her voice a ghost of a sound.
Beside you, Ryujin shifted in her sleep, her arm draped over your torso, her breathing heavy and rhythmic. The risk was astronomical. If she woke up, the "ITZY" sisterhood and your three-way friendship would be shattered in a single orange-tinted second.
Yeji reached back, her hand fumbling in the dark until she found the drawstring of your fleece joggers. Her fingers were shaking, but she was a dancer—she had a clinical, perfect control over her movements even when her mind was a blurred mess. She pulled the fabric down, her palm sliding over the hot, pulsing velvet of your cock.
She let out a soft, shuddering moan against the nylon floor. You were thick, straining against her grip, the veins along your shaft thumping in time with her heart. She wrapped her fingers around you, her thumb tracing the weeping head of your glans, and began a slow, agonizingly precise slide.
It was a silent, desperate choreography.
You were moving your fingers against her, finding the rhythm of her internal twitches, your thumb working her clit until she was a wet, shaking mess against your chest. At the same time, her hand was a blur of motion on your length, her palm slick with your pre-cum as she pumped you with a frantic, silent hunger.
The friction of the tech-fabrics, the smell of woodsmoke and her YSL perfume, and the constant, terrifying presence of Ryujin just inches away pushed you both to a jagged cliff edge.
Yeji’s back arched, her internal muscles clenching around your fingers in a violent, rhythmic milking motion. She buried her face in the hood of your sweatshirt to stifle the scream, her entire body vibrating with a silent, high-voltage orgasm that left her limp and soaked in your arms.
Seconds later, you followed. You bit your lip so hard you tasted copper, your body shuddering as you came against the back of her thighs, the heat of it soaking into the fleece of your joggers.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the wind and Ryujin’s soft, oblivious snoring. You stayed locked together, the "Golden Boy" and the "Leader," bound by a secret that 800 meters of granite couldn't hide.
The "release" of the manual friction didn't break the tension; it acted like a catalyst, turning the humid air inside the MSR into a pressurized vacuum. The chemical smell of the rainfly, the scent of her sweat, and the heavy, rhythmic breathing of Ryujin just inches away made the risk feel like a physical weight on your chest.
Yeji turned in your arms, her movements a slow, agonizing crawl. In the dim, amber light of the tent, her cat-eyes were dark, blown out with a hunger that the "National Leader" never showed the cameras. Her face was flushed, a stray lock of her dark hair stuck to her damp forehead.
"We can't... we shouldn't," she breathed, her lips hovering an inch from yours. "If Ryuddaeng wakes up..."
"I know," you whispered, your hand sliding up her thigh, the friction of the Nike leggings sounding like a roar in the silence.
She didn't pull away. Instead, she reached into the small mesh pocket of the tent wall where she’d tucked her "emergency" kit. Her fingers fumbled with a small, square foil packet—a Durex she’d bought at a convenience store in Tokyo months ago, hidden away for a "what if" she never thought would happen.
"Put it on," she commanded, her voice a jagged, desperate rasp.
You stripped your joggers down to your ankles. You were already hard again, the blood thumping in your ears. You rolled the latex down your length, the fit tight and secure, the sound of the foil crinkling like a gunshot in the quiet.
Yeji didn't wait. She peeled her leggings down to her knees, her pale skin glowing like marble in the moonlight. She straddled you, her knees digging into the thin foam sleeping pad. She guided you to her entrance—she was soaked, a slick, hot mess that made the entry effortless.
She lowered herself onto you in one slow, deliberate motion. You bottomed out instantly, your cock buried deep in her tight, twitching walls. Yeji’s head fell back, her jaw clenching so hard the muscles stood out in her neck. She stifled a scream against your shoulder, her fingers digging into your biceps until her nails drew blood.
You started a rhythmic, punishing grind. Because of the space, you couldn't move with full range, so you focused on the friction—your pelvis hitting hers with a muffled thud that was camouflaged by the howling wind outside.
Your mouth found hers, a desperate, silent kiss that tasted of salt and the mountain air. Your hands moved to her waist, your thumbs hooking into her hip bones, pulling her down onto you with every upward thrust.
To your right, Ryujin stirred. She let out a soft groan and rolled onto her side, her back now facing the two of you. Her hand, still searching for warmth in her sleep, brushed against your thigh.
You froze. Yeji’s eyes went wide, her heart hammering against your chest like a trapped bird. You both stayed perfectly still for ten agonizing seconds, the only sound the wind and the blood rushing in your veins.
Ryujin settled back into a deep, rhythmic sleep.
The near-miss pushed you both over the edge. Yeji began to move with a frantic, silent speed, her internal muscles clenching around you in a rhythmic milking motion. She was a dancer; she knew exactly how to move her hips to maximize the friction, her "cameltoe" now a hot, pulsing furnace around your shaft.
"Y/n... ah... now," she breathed into your ear.
You snapped. You drove into her three more times, your body shuddering as you came into the condom, the heat of it radiating through the latex. Yeji followed a second later, her back arching, her entire body vibrating with a silent, high-voltage orgasm that left her limp and sobbing against your chest.
You stayed locked together for a long minute, the "Golden Boy" and the "Leader," bound by a secret that 800 meters of granite couldn't hide.
The heavy, rhythmic silence that follows the climax is broken only by the frantic thumping of two hearts and the distant, lonely whistle of the wind against the tent. You’re still buried deep inside Yeji, your forehead resting against her damp shoulder, both of you paralyzed by the sheer, illicit weight of what just happened.
Then, the sleeping bag to your right rustles.
"You guys are really bad at being quiet."
The voice is low, raspier than usual, and vibrates with a dry, knowing edge. Your blood turns to ice. Yeji freezes, her internal muscles giving one final, involuntary twitch around your cock.
Ryujin isn't facing the wall anymore. She’s propped up on one elbow, her short hair a messy halo in the amber twilight of the tent. Her gaze is steady, tracking the way Yeji is straddling you, the way your joggers are bunched at your ankles, and the unmistakable, lingering scent of sex that has replaced the smell of woodsmoke.
"Ryujin-ah..." Yeji breathes, her voice trembling as she tries to pull her sweatshirt down. "I... we..."
"Don't," Ryujin cuts her off, sitting up fully. She doesn't look angry. She looks... restless. Her eyes fix on the place where you and Yeji are still joined, then flick up to your face. "I've been awake since the 'accidental' cuddling started. Do you have any idea how torturous it is to listen to your two best friends lose their minds while you’re trapped in a sleeping bag three inches away?"
She reaches out, her hand sliding over the nylon of your sleeping bag, her fingers tracing the line of your thigh. "The 'Golden Boy' and the 'Leader.' Always the perfect ones. Always the ones following the rules."
She leans forward, the space in the tent becoming impossibly small. She’s so close you can smell the mint on her breath. She reaches out and grabs the hem of your fleece, her knuckles brushing against your stomach.
"I’m horny too, Y/n-ah," she whispers, her gaze dropping to your lap. "And I’m not spending the rest of this trip being the 'third wheel' to your secret."
She doesn't wait for an invitation. She reaches for the zipper of her own sleeping bag, sliding it down in one smooth, aggressive motion. Underneath, she’s wearing a thin, ribbed tank top—no bra—and a pair of boy-short undies that leave nothing to the imagination. Her skin is flushed, her nipples distinct points against the fabric.
"Yeji-unnie," Ryujin says, looking at the older girl. "You had your turn. Move over."
Yeji looks at her, then at you. The shock in her eyes is slowly being replaced by something darker—a shared, desperate understanding. The "ITZY" bond is deep, but the "00-line" bond is something more primal.
Yeji slides off you with a wet, soft sound, but she doesn't go far. She settles behind you, her front pressing into your back, her arms wrapping around your chest.
Ryujin crawls over, her knees bracketed around yours. She reaches down, her fingers finding the base of your cock, which is already beginning to throb and stiffen again at the sight of her. She looks at the condom—stretched and clouded—and then looks you dead in the eye.
"Get a fresh one, Y/n," she commands, her voice a low, melodic growl. "I want to see if the 'Golden Boy' has enough energy for both of us."
The mountain outside is a freezing void, but inside the MSR, the "Summit of Secrets" has just become a three-way pact.
The interior of the MSR tent is now a stifling, humid microclimate, the air thick with the scent of latex, salt, and the raw, electric musk of the three of you. The "White-Out" outside feels like a distant memory; the only reality that matters is the orange-tinted space where the "Golden Boy" is no longer a spectator to his own life.
Ryujin doesn't wait for your permission. She reaches down, her fingers cool against your heat as she pinches the tip of the used condom and slides it off your length with a wet, rhythmic friction. She tosses the latex into a small waste bag with a clinical indifference that only makes your pulse hammer harder.
Then, she leans in.
Her short hair brushes against your thighs as she takes you into her mouth. She isn't gentle; she’s hungry. She uses her tongue to swirl around the crown, cleaning the remnants of the first round with long, firm strokes that make your hips buck off the sleeping pad. She looks up at you while she does it, her gaze defiant and dark, as if she’s claiming her stake in the night.
Beside you, Yeji is watching, her breathing ragged. She reaches out, her hand sliding over Ryujin’s shoulder, her fingers tangling in the shorter girl’s hair as she watches her best friend worship the man they both spent years trying to forget.
Ryujin pulls back with a soft pop, her lips glistening. She reaches for the second Durex packet, ripping it open with her teeth—a move so predatory it sends a shiver down your spine. She rolls the fresh latex down your shaft, her palms smoothing it over your skin until you’re rigid and aching again.
"My turn," she whispers.
She doesn't stay in front of you. She flips around, her back to your chest, and drops onto all fours on the cramped foam padding. Her boy-short undies are already around her ankles. Her rear is high, her back arched into a deep, agonizing curve that highlights the lean, dancer’s muscle of her thighs.
You enter her from behind, a deep, blunt thrust that bottoming out instantly. Ryujin lets out a muffled, guttural growl into the sleeping bag, her fingers clawing at the nylon floor. She’s tighter than you expected, her internal muscles clenching around the condom with a rhythmic, desperate strength.
But you aren't alone with her.
Yeji crawls behind you, her front pressing into your back. She reaches around your waist, her hands finding Ryujin’s breasts from either side, kneading the soft mounds as you drive into the younger girl. Yeji leans down, her mouth finding the sensitive skin of your neck, her teeth grazing your pulse point in time with every thud of your pelvis.
"Faster, Y/n-ah," Ryujin gasps, her head lolling back to rest on your shoulder. "Don't... don't hold back... give it to me like you did her..."
The tent is a blur of moving limbs and hot skin. You’re the center of a high-altitude storm, sandwiched between the "Center" and the "Leader." Every thrust into Ryujin is punctuated by Yeji’s hands on your chest and her whispers in your ear. The friction is a physical roar, the "cameltoe" of Ryujin’s wetness and the heat of Yeji’s body creating a sensory overload that pushes you to the brink.
As you reach the climax, your hands move to Ryujin’s hips, pulling her back onto you for three final, deep surges. You groan into the silence, the heat of the release flooding the condom as Ryujin’s body trembles in a violent, silent peak.
The three of you collapse into a heap of tangled limbs and heavy breathing, the "Summit of Secrets" finally, fully conquered.
Time: 05:30 AM Location: Hidden Plateau – Bukhansan Summit
The sun doesn't rise so much as it bleeds through the "White-Out" mist, turning the world outside the orange nylon into a flat, ethereal silver. Inside the tent, the air is heavy and stagnant, smelling of salt, spent adrenaline, and the faint, lingering scent of Byredo and woodsmoke.
You wake up with Yeji’s head on your chest and Ryujin’s leg draped possessively over your waist. The "Golden Boy" is buried under a tangle of high-performance fleece and the two most famous women in the country. The silence is absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, soft puff of their breathing.
As the light strengthens, Yeji stirs first. She sits up slowly, her dark hair a chaotic silk curtain around her face. She looks down at you, then at Ryujin, and finally at the discarded foil packets near the tent door. There is no shame in her eyes—only a quiet, feline clarity. She reaches out and traces the faint red mark on your collarbone with her thumb.
"The mist is clearing," she whispers, her voice a low rasp. "We have three hours to get down the mountain before the first group of hikers reaches the ridge."
Ryujin opens one eye, a lazy, triumphant smirk tugging at her lips. She doesn't move her leg. "Let them come. I’ve never felt more awake in my life." She sits up, stretching her arms above her head, the movement pulling her tank top taut over her skin. she looks at you, her gaze lingering on your mouth. "You okay, Y/n-ah? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."
"Just processing the technical fouls," you joke, though your voice is thick.
The descent is a different kind of challenge. The competitive fire from the climb has been replaced by a heavy, magnetic tension. Every time you reach back to help Yeji over a rock, her fingers linger on your palm a second too long. Every time Ryujin brushes past you on a narrow ledge, her shoulder leans into yours with a deliberate, grounding weight.
When you finally reach the gravel parking lot, the silver van is waiting, its engine already idling. The "Idol" masks go back on—the bucket hats, the oversized masks, the guarded stances.
"Back to reality," Ryujin mutters, standing by the sliding door. She reaches out and squeezes your hand, her grip bruising. "Don't think this was just a 'mountain' thing, Y/n. We know where you live."
Yeji steps closer, her cat-eyes unreadable behind her dark lenses. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear. "Study hard, Assemblyman. We'll see you for 'extra credit' next weekend."
The van doors hiss shut, and the silver vehicle pulls away, disappearing into the Seoul traffic. You stand in the quiet lot, the weight of your 65-liter pack feeling strangely light. Your muscles ache, your skin still smells of them, and your phone buzzes in your pocket with a single notification from the group chat.
Yeji: Best. Evaluation. Ever.
You turn toward your Mazda3, the "Golden Boy" finally graduating from the past and stepping into a future that the JYP trainers could never have choreographed.
