Heavy Workout—Ep 4
OC X SEULGI X YEJI X WINTER
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BamBam parked his car a little way down the street from Seulgi’s apartment building, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face. He checked his reflection in the rearview mirror, running a hand through his styled hair. He was feeling good. He was thinking about the last time he was here, about a week ago. Seulgi had been fucking insatiable.
They’d fucked on her couch, then in her shower, and finally passed out in her bed, exhausted and sticky. She was a quiet one in public, but behind closed doors, the woman was a fucking animal. A sexy, fit, incredibly flexible animal.
He was sure tonight was going to be a repeat of last night's performance. Her text had been simple but clear: "Come over. I'm lonely." He knew what that meant. He adjusted himself in his jeans, already feeling himself get hard just from the anticipation, and got out of the car.
He walked up to her door, his mind filled with images of her body—those toned legs wrapped around his back, the way her perky tits bounced when she rode him. He didn't bother texting that he was here; he just knocked, the grin still on his face.
The door swung open almost immediately, and the sight that greeted him made his brain short-circuit for a second.
Seulgi was standing there, leaning against the doorframe. She was wearing nothing but a short, black silk bathrobe. It was tied loosely around her waist, and the deep V of the neckline plunged down, revealing a generous amount of cleavage and the smooth, creamy tops of her breasts. The robe was so short that it barely covered her ass, showing off her long, muscular legs all the way up to her milky-white inner thighs. He was pretty fucking sure she was completely naked underneath. He could smell her perfume, something light and floral, mixed with the clean scent of her just-showered skin.
He gulped, his eyes dragging slowly from her face, down her body, and back up again. "Fuck, Seulgi," he managed to say, his voice a little hoarse.
She gave him a slow, knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She didn't say a word. Instead, she reached out, her small hand grabbing his, and pulled him inside. Her grip was surprisingly strong. She kicked the door shut behind him with her bare foot, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment.
The living room was dimly lit, with just a couple of lamps on. It was clean and modern, just like he remembered.
"Sit," she said, her voice a low, smooth command. She gently pushed him down onto the large, comfortable sofa. "I'll get you a drink. Beer?"
He just nodded, his eyes glued to her as she walked towards the open-plan kitchen. His gaze dropped to her ass. The short robe did nothing to hide its shape. With every step, the silk clung to the perfect, round curves. She bent over in front of the refrigerator, reaching for a bottle, and the robe rode up even higher, giving him a breathtaking, almost-full view of her bare ass cheeks. He felt his cock swell painfully against his zipper. This was going to be a great fucking night.
He jumped, startled. "Yah! Seulgi?" he said, confused. But he could still see Seulgi in the kitchen, pouring a beer into a glass. His heart started to beat faster. Who the hell else was here?
"Guess who?" a voice whispered. It wasn't Seulgi's. It was higher, sweeter.
Before he could even process it, the hands were gone. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light again.
And then he was completely, utterly dumbfounded.
Standing in front of him, next to a smirking Seulgi who was now holding his beer, were two other women. Winter and Yeji.
Winter was wearing a tiny, white lace robe that was completely see-through. He could clearly see the outline of her small, pert breasts and the dark tips of her nipples through the fabric. The robe was tied loosely, barely containing her body, and it ended high on her thighs. Yeji was in a similar outfit, but in red satin. It was slightly longer, but she had left it completely open, not even bothering to tie it. She was standing there completely naked underneath, showing off her incredibly toned stomach, her flat, defined abs, and her smooth, hairless pussy. Her long, fox-like eyes were locked on him, a hungry smile on her lips.
His mouth fell open. He looked from one stunning, sexy face to another. Seulgi, with her girl-next-door smile and a body built for sin. Yeji, the fierce dancer with a predator's gaze and a body that was pure muscle and grace. Winter, the ice princess with a hidden, filthy mouth and a surprisingly wild side.
Seulgi handed him the glass of beer. Her fingers brushed against his, sending a jolt through his system.
"We were talking," Seulgi said, her voice still calm and smooth. "And we realized we all had something in common."
Yeji took a step forward, her open robe swaying. "We've all had a taste of you." She let her eyes roam down his body, stopping at the pronounced bulge in his pants.
Winter moved to his other side, sitting on the arm of the sofa. She leaned over, her see-through robe gaping open to give him a perfect view of her breasts. "And we were thinking," she purred, "why should we have to take turns?"
BamBam just sat there, completely frozen, his drink forgotten in his hand. This wasn't just a great night. This was a fucking fantasy he never knew he had. And it was staring him right in the face.
BamBam just stared, his brain completely blank. He couldn't form a single word. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights of the sexiest, most dangerous truck imaginable.
The three women watched his stunned silence, and their smiles widened. A light, musical laugh escaped Winter's lips. "Look at him," she said, her voice sweet as poison. "He's speechless."
Seulgi, who was still holding his beer, took the glass from his limp hand and placed it on the coffee table. She leaned down, her face close to his, the neck of her robe gaping open. "We broke him," she said with a fake pout. "I don't think he was expecting a party."
That seemed to break the spell. He finally found his voice, though it was a croak. "I... what... how...?"
Instead of answering, they decided to show him.
Winter stood up from the arm of the sofa. With her eyes locked on his, she slowly, deliberately, untied the belt of her sheer white robe. She let it slide off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked. Her body was slim and pale, her breasts small and high with dark, hard nipples. She turned around, giving him a view of her tight, perfect ass before she walked over to the stereo system and put on some slow, pulsing R&B music.
Yeji was next. She didn't have a belt to untie, since her red robe was already open. She simply shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. Her body was a masterpiece of toned muscle. Her abs were defined, her legs long and powerful. She ran her hands over her own stomach and up to her small, firm breasts, pinching her own nipples as she watched him. Then she began to move, a slow, sensual dance to the music, her hips swaying, her hands running through her long hair.
Seulgi was the last. She stood in front of him and slowly pulled the tie on her black robe. She opened it just a little, then a little more, teasing him with glimpses of her smooth skin. Finally, she let it fall open and shrugged it off. Her body was different from the others—softer, with fuller breasts and rounder hips, but just as fit. She was completely bare underneath, just as he had guessed. She kicked the robe away and joined Yeji, moving in time with the music, her eyes never leaving his.
BamBam felt like he couldn't breathe. He was hard as a rock, his dick straining painfully against his jeans. He was getting a private strip show from three of the hottest idols in the industry. It was the most unreal, fucking amazing moment of his life.
The three of them danced for a minute, touching themselves and each other lightly, putting on a show just for him. Then, as if on some silent signal, they all moved towards him at once.
Winter came to his right side, sliding onto the couch next to him. Yeji took the left. Seulgi, with a confident smile, simply climbed onto the sofa, straddling his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. Her bare pussy was pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans, separated by just a thin layer of denim. He could feel her heat.
He was surrounded.
Winter's slender fingers began to unbutton his shirt. "You look so tense, oppa," she whispered, her breath warm against his neck.
Yeji's strong hands were on his shoulders, massaging them, her naked body pressed against his arm. "We're going to take care of you," she said, her voice a low purr.
Seulgi, sitting in his lap, leaned forward until her breasts were in his face. She traced his lips with her finger. "We had a meeting," she said, her voice soft but firm. "The three of us. We talked about you. About how good you are. About how you fuck."
Winter's hands had his shirt open now. She ran her nails lightly down his chest, making him shiver. "We got a little jealous," she admitted. "We didn't want to share you. But then we thought... why share? Why not just... combine our resources?"
Yeji's hand slid down his stomach, her fingers toying with the waistband of his jeans. "So we made a decision," she said. Her hand slipped inside, her fingers brushing against the hard length of his cock through his boxers. He jerked at the touch. "For the next three days, we are yours."
Seulgi cupped his face, forcing him to look into her eyes. "We've all cleared our schedules. No practices. No appointments. Nothing. For seventy-two hours, the four of us are not leaving this apartment."
Winter leaned in, her nipple brushing against his ear. "You can use us," she breathed. "Any way you want. Whenever you want. Wherever you want."
Yeji's hand was now stroking him firmly through his boxers. "You can fuck Seulgi on the kitchen counter. You can bend Winter over the balcony. You can have me on this floor. All at the same time, or one by one. It's your choice."
Seulgi ground her hips down on his lap, a slow, circular motion. "We are here to serve you, BamBam. For three days, we are your personal toys. Our only job is to make you cum, again and again and again."
BamBam's head was spinning. This wasn't just a fantasy. This was a fucking takeover. Three gorgeous, powerful women had conspired to turn themselves into his personal harem. He looked at their faces, saw the serious, hungry intent in their eyes. They meant every word.
He finally found his voice, thick with desire. "Three days?" he managed to ask.
Seulgi smiled, a slow, wicked, promising smile. She leaned in and kissed him, deep and slow. When she pulled back, all three of them spoke in near-unison, their voices a seductive chorus.
"Three days."
BamBam’s brain had officially short-circuited. The words “three days” echoed in his head, but they were drowned out by the overwhelming sensory input. He was surrounded by warm, soft, naked skin and the intoxicating mix of their perfumes.
The moment the words left their mouths, they began their coordinated attack.
On his right, Winter pressed her entire body against his side. Her small, firm breasts flattened against his arm. She turned her head and began to kiss his neck, her lips soft and insistent. It wasn’t a gentle peck; she was sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin just below his ear, sending sharp, electric jolts straight to his dick. Her tongue darted out, tasting him, and she let out a soft, hungry hum that vibrated against his skin.
On his left, Yeji mirrored the action. Her body was hotter, her muscles more defined against him. Where Winter’s kisses were delicate and teasing, Yeji’s were more aggressive. She bit down playfully on the cord of his neck, her teeth sending a spike of pleasure-pain through him. Her hand, which had been on his shoulder, slid down his chest, her nails lightly scratching through his chest hair.
His own hands, which had been lying uselessly at his sides, were commandeered. Almost as if by instinct, or perhaps because they guided him without words, his palms found the ass cheeks of the women on either side of him. His right hand cupped Winter’s small, tight ass, squeezing the firm, pale flesh. His left hand groped Yeji’s more muscular, toned cheek. He kneaded them, his fingers digging into their soft, yet resilient skin. They both moaned into his neck in response, grinding their hips against his sides.
While this was happening, Seulgi, the commander in his lap, took charge of the main event. With a confident, knowing smile, she shifted her weight back,
sliding off his lap to kneel on the floor between his legs. Her eyes, dark and full of intent, never left his.
Her hands went to his belt. She made quick work of the buckle, the metallic clink loud in the room. Then she undid the button of his jeans. The sound of the zipper coming down was slow and deliberate. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and his black boxer briefs and tugged them down in one smooth, powerful motion.
His cock sprang free.
It was thick, long, and already fully erect, standing straight up against his stomach. The head was a dark, flushed purple, swollen with blood and beading with a drop of precum. A vein ran along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat.
For a moment, all movement stopped. The nibbling on his neck ceased. The groping of his ass paused. The three women stared at his exposed cock, a collective, sharp intake of breath filling the air.
“God damn,” Yeji whispered, her voice full of genuine awe.
“It’s even bigger than I remembered,” Winter breathed, her eyes wide.
Seulgi, still on her knees between his legs, was the closest. A slow, appreciative smile spread across her face. “Perfect,” she purred. She reached out with one hand, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft. Her touch was firm and cool. She gave him one long, slow stroke, from the root to the tip, her thumb smearing the precum over the sensitive head.
BamBam groaned, his head falling back against the couch. The feeling of her hand on him, combined with the two naked women worshiping his neck, was almost too much to bear.
As Seulgi began to stroke him with a steady rhythm, Yeji and Winter renewed their assault with fresh fervor. Their hands, which had been on his chest, moved to the hem of his t-shirt.
“This needs to go,” Yeji stated, her voice husky.
Together, they pulled the shirt up his body. He lifted his arms automatically, and they tugged it over his head and tossed it aside. Now his torso was bare, revealing his lean, ripped physique. His abdominal muscles were sharply defined, and his chest was broad.
Winter immediately leaned down and began tracing the lines of his abs with her tongue, licking a path from his navel up to his chest. Yeji, meanwhile, attacked one of his nipples, sucking it into her mouth and flicking it rapidly with her tongue.
He was being devoured from all sides. Seulgi’s hand was a perfect, slick fist around his cock, pumping him steadily. Winter’s mouth was on his stomach, her small hands roaming his chest. Yeji’s mouth was on his nipple, one of her hands tangled in his hair, the other still groping his own hand on her ass.
He was surrounded, outnumbered, and completely at their mercy. And he had never been harder in his entire life. The view was unbelievable: Seulgi’s focused face as she worked his dick, Winter’s naked back arched as she kissed his torso, Yeji’s intense gaze as she sucked on his chest. He was in the middle of a wet, hot, naked idol sandwich, and he was the main fucking course.
Seulgi’s hand was a fucking masterpiece of rhythm and pressure. She stroked his cock with a slow, deliberate pace, her fist a tight, wet channel from the base all the way to the swollen head. Every time her palm reached the tip, she would twist her wrist slightly, applying a delicious friction to the most sensitive part. Her other hand wasn't idle; it cupped his balls, weighing them, rolling them gently in her palm, her fingers occasionally tracing the sensitive seam behind them. The dual sensation was maddening—the relentless, building pleasure from her stroking and the deep, electric shocks from her fondling of his balls.
Above his waist, Winter and Yeji were conducting their own symphony of torture. Winter’s tongue was a wet, hot point of fire tracing every single ridge of his abdominal muscles. She licked from the hard V-lines leading down to his groin, all the way up to the defined
slabs of his lower abs. She would pause to plant soft, open-mouthed kisses on his hip bones, her breath ghosting over the skin so close to where Seulgi was working.
Yeji was more aggressive. She had moved from his nipple to the other side of his chest, her mouth and teeth exploring the hard planes. She bit down on a pectoral muscle, not hard enough to break the skin, but with enough force to make him jolt and groan. Her tongue followed, soothing the sting, before she moved lower, her lips trailing a path down his sternum to meet Winter’s ministrations.
“You like that, BamBam-ah?” Yeji murmured against his skin, her voice a low, husky vibration. “You like us tasting every part of you?”
He could only manage a strangled groan, his hips bucking slightly into Seulgi’s relentless hand.
“I think he does,” Winter answered for him, her voice sweet but her actions filthy. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. “His body is so tense. He’s trying so hard not to come all over Seulgi-unnie’s hand.” She then lowered her head and sucked a dark mark onto the sensitive skin just above his waistband, making him hiss.
Seulgi looked up from her position between his legs, a confident, wicked smirk on her face. Her strokes never faltered. “He’s holding up well. But we’ve only just started. This cock is too magnificent to waste on a quick handjob.” She increased her pace slightly, making him gasp. “Look at it. It’s a work of art. It deserves a proper worship session.”
The words “worship session” seemed to be a signal. Seulgi gave his cock one final, long stroke and then released him. He whimpered at the loss of contact. But the emptiness was short-lived.
Yeji and Winter immediately shifted their positions. They moved from his sides to join Seulgi on the floor, all three of them now kneeling between his spread legs, their faces level with his throbbing, slick cock.
For a moment, they just looked at it, their expressions a mix of hunger and professional appraisal.
“It’s so thick,” Winter said, reaching out to gently run her fingertips along the veined shaft. “My mouth is already watering.”
“The length is insane,” Yeji added, her hand wrapping around the base, her fingers not quite meeting. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like this.”
Seulgi, the de facto leader, laid out the plan. “Alright. We can’t all take it at once. So we’ll take turns with the parts. Winter, you take the head. You’re good with that delicate, sucking thing you do. Yeji, you work the shaft. Use your tongue on that big vein. I’ll handle the balls and the base. We’ll make him forget his own name.”
They moved in with a coordinated efficiency that was terrifying and unbelievably hot.
Winter leaned in first. Her pink lips parted, and she engulfed the swollen, purple head of his cock. She didn’t take him deep, just the top two inches. She created a perfect, tight seal with her lips and began to suck, her tongue fluttering rapidly against the frenulum—the spot Seulgi had been torturing earlier. A guttural, broken cry was torn from BamBam’s throat. Her technique was pure, focused pleasure, a relentless, suctioning attention to the most sensitive part of him.
As Winter sucked the head, Yeji went to work on the shaft. She leaned in and began to lick the length of him like it was an ice cream cone, her tongue broad and flat. She focused on the thick, prominent vein on the underside, tracing it from the middle all the way up to where Winter’s mouth was working. Then she’d open her mouth and take as much of the shaft as she could, not to deep-throat, but to run her tongue along the sides, coating him in her saliva, her hand stroking the part she couldn’t fit.
“Fuck, he tastes good,” Yeji moaned, coming up for air, her chin glistening.
Seulgi, true to her word, was at the base. She held his balls gently but firmly, massaging them while she licked and sucked the skin at the very root of his cock. She would take one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue, then move to the other, her low, appreciative hums sending vibrations through his entire groin.
The three-way assault was utterly overwhelming. The sensation was not linear; it was a storm of different, simultaneous pleasures. The sharp, intense suction on his head from Winter, the wet, slick licking and stroking on his shaft from Yeji, and the deep, possessive sucking and massaging at his base from Seulgi.
“Oh my god… girls… I can’t…” BamBam gasped, his hands fisting in the couch cushions. His back was arched, and his entire body was trembling.
“Shhh, just enjoy it, BamBam-ah,” Seulgi cooed, her breath hot against his balls. “This is what you deserve.”
“His precum is so sweet,” Winter murmured, pulling off the head with a wet pop before diving back down.
“He’s leaking all over the place for us,” Yeji laughed, a dark, sexy sound, before she took him deep into her throat for a second, making him see stars.
They were a perfectly synchronized team, talking about him, praising his body, as they devoured him. They were in complete control, and he was just the lucky, overwhelmed recipient of their shared, hungry attention. He was lost in a sea of tongues, lips, and hands, and he never, ever wanted to be found.
BamBam’s head was spinning. The feeling was too much. He was trapped in the best possible way, a prisoner of three of the hottest women he had ever seen. He forced his eyes open, wanting to sear this image into his brain forever.
The view was fucking unbelievable.
There, between his legs, were three stunning faces, all focused on his cock. Their makeup was perfect, their hair was styled, and they looked like they had just walked off a music show stage. But instead of singing, their mouths were all over him.
Winter was in the middle, her eyes closed in concentration. She was bobbing her head up and down on the top half of his shaft. He could see his slick, hard flesh disappearing between her pink lips. Her hand was wrapped around the base, working in rhythm with her mouth. Every time she went down, she made a soft, wet sound that drove him crazy.
On his right, Yeji was looking right at him. Her fierce, cat-like eyes were locked on his face as she licked and sucked his balls. One of her hands was still on his stomach, her fingers rubbing his abs, tracing the muscles she had been kissing earlier. She would take one of his balls into her mouth and suck gently, her eyes never leaving his, a challenge and a promise in her gaze.
On his left, Seulgi was all business. She was focused on the base of his cock, right where it met his body. She was licking the skin there, slow and firm, like she was tasting something delicious. Her hands were on his thighs, holding him down, her grip strong. She was the one in control, and she knew it.
He had to capture this. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment. A historic fucking moment.
With a hand that was shaking, he reached for his phone on the coffee table next to the couch. He fumbled with it, almost dropping it. The girls noticed his movement.
Seulgi looked up first. She saw the phone in his hand. Instead of getting angry or stopping, a slow, sexy smile spread across her face. She understood immediately.
“Yeah, BamBam-ah,” she purred, her voice husky. “Get your phone. Record this. You’ll want to remember this night.”
Winter heard her and pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop. She looked at the phone, then at his face. A blush crept up her neck, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and gave the head of his cock a long, slow lick, right in the direction of the camera.
Yeji laughed, a low, thrilling sound. “Make sure you get a good shot,” she said. She then turned her head and deliberately took his entire ball sack into her mouth, sucking gently, her eyes staring right into the phone’s lens.
BamBam’s hands were trembling so hard he could barely hold the phone steady. He switched it to video mode and hit record. The red light came on.
He pointed it down, capturing the entire lewd, incredible scene. The screen showed three of the most famous and beautiful faces in K-pop, their lips and tongues all over his dick and balls. Winter went back to sucking the head, making sure to look up at the camera with her big, innocent eyes as she did it. Yeji was now licking his shaft from the balls all the
way up to where Winter’s mouth was, her tongue flat and wet. Seulgi was kissing and nibbling the skin on his inner thigh, her hand stroking the part of his shaft that wasn’t being used.
“Tell your fans what we’re doing, BamBam,” Yeji teased, her voice slightly muffled. “Tell them their idols are on their knees for you.”
“They’d pay millions for this view,” Winter added, coming up for air, her lips swollen and glistening.
Seulgi just looked into the camera, her expression one of pure, confident lust. She didn’t need to say anything. Her eyes said it all: This is ours. This is real.
BamBam kept recording, moving the phone slowly to capture every angle. He got a close-up of Winter’s lips stretched around his cock. He panned over to Yeji, who was now deep-throating him for a few seconds, her eyes watering but still looking at the camera. He zoomed in on Seulgi’s expert tongue working on his balls.
He was in heaven. This was power. This was a pleasure. This was a secret he would keep forever, a video that was more valuable than anything he owned.
The three women continued their worship, now fully playing to the camera, putting on a show just for him, making sure every second of the recording was pure, uncensored filth. They were giving him a memory and a video that was truly fucking priceless.
The three women pulled back, their lips and chins glistening with a slick layer of saliva. His cock was now shining wet, thoroughly lubricated by their combined efforts. It stood up, thick and hard, looking even bigger than before. The sight of it, polished by their mouths, made all three of them bite their lips in anticipation.
They stood up, towering over him where he lay on the couch. For a moment, they just looked at each other. There was a silent question in the air: who gets to go first?
Yeji grinned. "Rock, paper, scissors? Quickest way."
Winter and Seulgi nodded. "Okay, on three," Seulgi said.
They put their hands behind their backs. "One... two... three!"
Three hands shot out. Yeji had paper. Winter had paper. Seulgi had a pair of scissors.
Seulgi smirked, a look of pure victory on her face. "Looks like I'm first."
Yeji and Winter groaned in frustration, but they were smiling. They weren't going far. Both of them climbed onto the wide sofa, squeezing in on either side of BamBam's head. Yeji leaned down, her face close to his.
"You better save some energy for us, BamBam-ah," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Don't you dare be tired when she's done."
Winter nuzzled his cheek. "Yeah, oppa. We're not going anywhere. You have two more rounds after this."
His arms, which had been lying at his sides, came up and wrapped around their waists, pulling them closer. They were so warm, so soft. He was surrounded by them.
Yeji didn't wait. She crushed her mouth against his, her tongue pushing past his lips immediately. She kissed him hard and deep, like she was trying to steal his breath. He kissed her back just as fiercely, his tongue tangling with hers. He could taste a faint hint of himself on her lips.
While he was still kissing Yeji, Winter turned his face towards her. She was gentler. She pressed her soft lips to his, sucking on his bottom lip before sliding her tongue into his mouth. He turned his head to meet her,
kissing her deeply, one hand moving up to cup the back of her head. He was kissing Winter while Yeji started kissing and nibbling his neck.
He was switching between their mouths, one after the other. Kissing Yeji's fierce, demanding lips, then turning to taste Winter's softer, sweeter tongue. It was overwhelming. His senses were full of them—their taste, their smell, their soft skin under his hands.
Meanwhile, Seulgi was positioning herself. She straddled his hips, her knees on the couch on either side of his legs. She was facing him, so she had a perfect view of him kissing her two friends. The sight turned her on even more. She reached down between her legs, holding his slick cock steady. She was so wet, her own arousal mixing with their saliva on his shaft.
She couldn't wait any longer. She lowered herself slowly, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, coating him in her own juices. She moaned, her head falling back. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, she pushed down, sheathing the head of his cock inside her.
"Fuck," she gasped.
This was the feeling she had been thinking about ever since the first time he fucked her. It was all she could think about sometimes, even when she was talking to her members or practicing on stage. The memory of this—the feeling of being stretched open, of being so completely full—would flash in her mind and make her whole body tingle. And now she had it again.
She sank down further, taking more of him inside her. It was a slow, tight fit. She was so hot and tight inside, a wet, clinging heat that made BamBam groan into Winter's mouth. Seulgi let out a long, shaky moan as she finally sat all the way down, his entire thick length buried deep inside her. She felt so full, so complete.
As Seulgi began to move, slowly rising and falling on his cock, BamBam's hands were busy with the other two. His left hand was on Yeji's ass, pulling her leggings and underwear to the side. His fingers found her pussy. She was already dripping wet. He slid one thick finger inside her easily. She was tight and hot around his finger, and she moaned loudly against his neck, her hips pushing back against his hand.
His right hand did the same to Winter. He pushed her skirt up and tugged her panties aside. Her pussy was just as wet, just as ready. He pushed a finger into her, and she gasped into his mouth, her kiss becoming more frantic, more desperate. He started moving his fingers, fucking both of them with his hands at the same rhythm that Seulgi was fucking herself on his cock.
He was surrounded by heat. The wet, tight heat of Seulgi's pussy sheathing his cock. The hot, gripping warmth of Yeji's pussy around his finger. The slick, velvety heat of Winter's pussy around his other finger. Three different sources of incredible, overwhelming sensation.
Yeji and Winter were both moaning now, kissing his face, his neck, his chest, as his fingers worked in and out of them. Seulgi was riding him harder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes locked on his.
He was buried in three of the sexiest idols, and he was fucking all of them at once. It was the most intense, most fucking incredible feeling of his life.
The feeling was fucking unbelievable. BamBam was at the center of a storm of pleasure. Seulgi was riding his cock, her tight, wet heat milking him with every up and down motion. His left hand was buried deep inside Yeji, his fingers curling and pumping, feeling her clench around him. His right hand was doing the same to Winter, her own slickness coating his fingers. He was fucking three women at once, and the sensory overload was almost too much to handle.
But he wasn't going to break. Not yet.
He could feel Seulgi starting to lose her rhythm, her movements becoming more frantic. He decided to take control. With a grunt, he suddenly sat up, his hands leaving Yeji and Winter for a moment, making them whimper in protest. He grabbed Seulgi by the hips, his grip firm.
"Hold on," he growled at her.
He flipped them both over in one swift motion, laying her on her back on the couch. Now he was on top, looming over her. He didn't waste a second. He drove his cock back into her in one hard, deep thrust, making her cry out. He set a new pace, fast and rough, pounding into her without mercy. The couch creaked loudly with every powerful thrust.
"Fuck! Yes! Like that!" Seulgi screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, lost in the feeling of being taken so aggressively.
While he fucked Seulgi, his hands and mouth went back to the other two. Yeji and Winter had scrambled closer, pressing their bodies against his sides, desperate for his touch again.
His mouth found Yeji first. He leaned over and captured one of her breasts in his mouth. He sucked the hard nipple into his mouth, biting down on it gently. Yeji gasped, her back arching, pushing her tit harder into his face. "Yes, bite it," she moaned.
He moved to Winter next. exposing her small, perfect breast. Her nipple was a pale pink, already hard. He licked it, circling it with his tongue before sucking the whole thing into his mouth. Winter let out a high-pitched whimper, her hand tangling in his hair, holding him there.
There was a clear difference between them. Yeji's tits were a handful, full and heavy, with large, dark areolas. They felt amazing in his hands and mouth, soft and heavy. Winters were smaller, perkier, like perfect little mounds with tiny, sensitive buds. He loved the contrast. He went back and forth between them, sucking Yeji's perky tits, then licking and flicking Winter's bare nipple with the tip of his tongue.
At the same time, his hands went back between their legs. His fingers found their wetness again. He was rougher now, driven by the rhythm of his hips pounding into Seulgi. He fucked Yeji with two fingers, his thumb pressing hard on her clit. He did the same to Winter, his fingers moving in and out of her tight hole fast and deep.
The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin. He was a machine. His hips pistoned into Seulgi, his fingers pistoned into Yeji and Winter, and his mouth moved from one set of tits to the other.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Yeji chanted, her body starting to shake.
"I'm close! Oppa, I'm so close!" Winter cried, her voice breaking.
BamBam could feel Seulgi's pussy starting to clamp down on his cock, her orgasm building. He sucked hard on Winter's nipple and bit down on Yeji's nipple at the same time. He curled his fingers inside both of them, hitting that perfect spot.
That was all it took.
It happened almost at the same time.
Seulgi came first. A raw, screaming orgasm tore through her. Her back arched off the couch, and her pussy spasmed around his cock in violent, rhythmic pulses. "I'M CUMMING! FUCK!"
The feeling of her tight climax triggered the other two. Yeji's orgasm hit her like a wave. She let out a guttural scream, her body convulsing, her juices flooding his hand. Winter's was a sharp, shattered cry, her whole body tensing up before she collapsed against him, her pussy clenching around his fingers again and again.
All three women were climaxing because of him. Seulgi on his cock, Yeji and Winter on his fingers. Their bodies trembled and shuddered, their moans and screams mixing together into a symphony of pleasure. He kept fucking Seulgi through her orgasm, his fingers still working the other two, drawing out their pleasure until they were limp and gasping.
Finally, the last waves passed. Seulgi went boneless beneath him. Yeji and Winter slumped against the couch, their bodies slick with sweat, completely spent.
BamBam slowly pulled his fingers out of Yeji and Winter. Then he pulled his cock out of Seulgi. It was still rock hard, slick with her juices, throbbing and ready for more. He stood up, looking down at the three famous, beautiful idols lying wrecked and exhausted on the couch. They could barely move.
He smiled. He wasn't even close to being done. He had two more rounds to go, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
BamBam stood over the three women, his chest heaving. His cock was still hard and slick, standing out from his body. He looked down at the scene on the couch. Seulgi, Yeji, and Winter were completely wrecked. Their bodies were limp, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, their hair a mess. They were breathing in ragged gasps, trying to recover from the powerful orgasms he had just given them.
He reached out and gave each of their asses a firm, possessive pat. The sound was a soft smack against their damp skin. They all flinched and let out weak, tired groans.
"Come on, girls," he said, his voice low and commanding. "The night's not over. Sit up. I want to see what I did to you."
Slowly, weakly, they pushed themselves up. They leaned back against the couch cushions, their legs falling open limply. The sight was fucking incredible. Three of the most famous and desirable idols in Korea, sitting with their thighs spread, showing him their pussies. And their pussies were a mess. They were swollen, red, and glistening wet. They were still twitching and pulsing from their recent orgasms. Little spasms would make their inner muscles clench around nothing. He had truly used them well.
He knelt on the floor in front of them, right between their legs. He was at eye level with their three perfect, used pussies. He just looked for a moment, admiring his work.
Then he started to tease them.
He leaned forward and blew a soft, cool stream of air over Seulgi's pussy. She jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Her oversensitive clit throbbed visibly.
"Ah! BamBam-ah..." she whimpered.
He ignored her and moved to Yeji. He didn't touch her with his hands. He just got close, his face inches from her wetness, and let her feel the heat of his breath. Yeji shuddered, her hips giving a tiny, involuntary thrust.
Then he turned to Winter. He leaned in and gave her pussy one slow, flat lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. Her whole body tensed, and she let out a high-pitched cry. "Oh my god!"
He pulled back, a wicked smile on his face. All three of them were already squirming, their bodies responding even though they were exhausted.
"Alright," he said, his voice calm and in control. "New game. I'm going to pleasure you. All three of you. At the same time. My mouth and my hands."
He looked at each of their faces, seeing the mix of anticipation and fear. "The person who cums last... wins. The winner gets my cock next. She gets to be the one I fuck while the other two watch."
The rules were simple. The punishment for losing was having to wait. The reward for winning was getting his dick.
He didn't give them time to think or prepare. He just moved.
He lowered his head to the pussy in the middle. It was Winter's. Her small, neat pussy was dripping wet. He opened his mouth and covered her entire pussy with his lips, sucking gently. His tongue found her clit and began to flick it rapidly.
At the exact same time, his hands went to work. His left hand went to Yeji. He pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy without any warning. She gasped, her back arching. He started to finger her, a slow, deep, curling motion, searching for that spot inside her.
His right hand went to Seulgi. He was rougher with her, since she had just been fucked. He used three fingers, stretching her, fucking her with fast, hard thrusts. His thumb pressed down on her clit, rubbing it in hard circles.
The room was immediately filled with a new chorus of moans.
Winter was getting the full attention of his mouth. His tongue was a blur on her clit, licking and sucking. He would occasionally plunge his tongue deep into her hole, fucking her with it before returning to her sensitive bud. She was mewling, her hands gripping the couch cushions, her head thrashing from side to side. "It's too much... it's too sensitive..." she cried, but she was pushing her hips against his face.
Yeji was trying to stay quiet. Her jaw was clenched. BamBam's fingers inside her were curling and pressing against her G-spot with every thrust. It was a deep, intense pleasure that was building fast. She bit her lip, trying to hold back, but low groans were forced out of her with every movement of his hand.
Seulgi was the most sensitive. She had just had a powerful orgasm from his cock, and now his fingers were fucking her hard and his thumb was abusing her clit. She was panting, her eyes wide. "Slow down... please... I can't... I'm going to cum..." she begged, but her body was betraying her, her hips matching the rhythm of his thrusting fingers.
BamBam was a machine. His mouth worked Winter's pussy relentlessly. His hands moved in and out of Yeji and Seulgi, his fingers soaked. He could feel all three of them getting tighter, their bodies tensing. They were all close. It was a race.
Seulgi was the first to break. The sensitivity from her previous fucking was too much. With a loud, broken scream, her body seized up. Her pussy clamped down hard on his three fingers, and she came, trembling and shaking, her juices flowing over his hand. "I'M CUMMING! I LOSE! FUCK!"
He immediately pulled his fingers out of her. She collapsed back, completely spent, her body twitching.
Now it was just Winter and Yeji.
He focused more on Winter with his mouth. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue as fast as he could. At the same time, he increased the pace of his fingers inside Yeji, fucking her hard and deep.
Winter's sensitive body couldn't take it. Her back arched off the couch violently. A shattered, screaming orgasm ripped through her. "AAAAHHHH! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" she wailed, her whole body shuddering, her pussy pulsing against his tongue.
He pulled his mouth away from her. She slumped down, sobbing with pleasure.
That left Yeji. She was the last one. She had won.
But her body didn't seem to know the game was over. The feeling of his fingers relentlessly pounding her G-spot, combined with the sight and sound of the other two coming, pushed her over the edge a second after Winter.
She didn't just cum.
Her eyes flew open in shock. "Wait... I'm... I'm—"
A powerful gush of liquid shot out of her pussy, soaking BamBam's hand and wrist. She squirted. Then another wave came, drenching his arm and the expensive carpet beneath them. It was a waterfall, a continuous stream of her release. She screamed, her body convulsing, her hips bucking wildly as she
squirted again and again, completely losing control, fully drenching the floor.
When it was finally over, she fell back, gasping, her body glistening with sweat, a huge wet patch on the carpet beneath her.
BamBam slowly pulled his wet fingers out of her. He looked at the three women, completely destroyed and exhausted. Then he looked down at Yeji.
"Well," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You were the last one to cum. You win."
Yeji looked at him, her eyes dazed but a triumphant smile touching her lips. She had won his cock.
He stood up, his own hard dick pointing right at her. "Get ready, Yeji. You're next."
Yeji’s triumphant smile was quickly replaced by a look of pure, primal need. Her body was still trembling from
the squirting orgasm, but her eyes were locked on BamBam’s hard cock. She had won it, and she was fucking ready for it.
BamBam didn’t make her wait. He grabbed her by her strong, toned thighs and pulled her to the edge of the couch. Her ass was right on the edge, her legs dangling. But he wasn’t done positioning her.
“Hold your legs,” he commanded, his voice rough.
Yeji, eager to please, reached down and grabbed her own ankles. She pulled her legs back, bending her body almost in half, spreading herself wide open for him. Her pussy, still dripping and swollen from her last climax, was completely exposed. The position was incredibly vulnerable, stretching her inner thighs and presenting her most intimate parts to him like an offering.
BamBam looked down at the sight. Her pink, glistening slit, framed by her powerful legs. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. He could feel her heat radiating from her.
“You won this, Yeji,” he grunted. “Now take it.”
With that, he pushed forward. He didn’t go slow. He didn’t tease. He slammed his entire thick, hard length into her in one single, brutal thrust.
The feeling was overwhelming for both of them.
For Yeji, it was a shockwave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Her eyes flew wide open, and a scream was ripped from her throat, raw and unfiltered. “AAAAHHHH! FUCK! BAM BAM!”
Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. Oh my god, it’s so deep! He’s splitting me open! It’s so much bigger than I remember! Her pussy, already sensitive from his fingers and her own orgasm, was suddenly stretched to its absolute limit around his girth. She could feel every inch of him, a hard, throbbing presence buried
deep inside her, pressing against her cervix. It was a feeling of being completely filled, completely owned. This was what she had been fighting for, and it was even more intense than she had dreamed.
For BamBam, it was like sinking into the tightest, hottest, wettest heaven imaginable. Yeji’s pussy was a perfect, muscular vise around his cock. The initial resistance gave way to a silken, clinging heat that seemed to suck him in deeper. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound from his chest, as he bottomed out inside her. He stayed there for a second, just feeling her inner muscles flutter and spasm around him, adjusting to his size.
He looked down at her face, at her expression of ecstatic shock. He loved that look.
As he began to move, pulling back and then thrusting back into her with the same powerful, deep stroke, two other figures moved on the floor.
Seulgi and Winter, though exhausted, weren’t about to be left out. They crawled over on their hands and knees. They positioned themselves right under him, between his legs. Their beautiful, famous faces were now right next to his balls.
As he fucked Yeji, they began to worship him.
Seulgi leaned in first. She opened her mouth and took one of his balls inside. She sucked it gently, her tongue rolling over the sensitive skin. The feeling was electric, a sharp, tingling sensation that shot straight up his spine.
Winter took the other ball. Her technique was different, more licking and flicking with the very tip of her tongue. She traced the seam behind his scrotum, making him shudder.
BamBam’s mind was reeling. The feeling of his cock buried deep in Yeji’s tight, clutching pussy was incredible enough. But now he had two more sets of soft, wet lips and talented tongues working on his balls. It was a dual-layered pleasure that was almost too much to process. Every thrust into Yeji’s heat was accompanied by the wet, warm suction on his balls from Seulgi and Winter. He could feel their hot breath, hear their soft moans as they serviced him. He looked down and saw the top of their heads, their hair brushing against his thighs. The sight of two of Korea’s top idols on their knees, licking his balls while he fucked a third, was a level of power and pleasure he had never known.
He set a hard, steady pace, pounding into Yeji. The couch slammed against the wall with every thrust.
Yeji was losing her mind. The deep, full feeling of his cock, combined with the visual of her two bandmates under him, was pushing her over the edge fast. “Yes! Oh god, yes! Right there! Don’t stop!” she screamed, her grip on her ankles tightening. Her whole body was shaking with the force of his thrusts. “I can feel you in my stomach! It’s so deep!”
BamBam could feel her getting tighter. Her pussy was clenching around him in erratic pulses. “You gonna come already, Yeji?” he grunted, never slowing down. “You just won me and you’re already about to lose control?”
His words, combined with a particularly deep thrust that hit her cervix, sent her over the edge. Her body seized up. A guttural, broken scream was torn from her lungs as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a fist, milking him rhythmically. “I’M CUMMING! FUCK! I’M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK!”
He fucked her through it, his hips never stopping, prolonging her climax until she was a sobbing, trembling mess. Seulgi and Winter increased their efforts, sucking and licking his balls furiously as they felt Yeji’s body convulse.
When Yeji’s orgasm finally subsided, he pulled out of her. His cock was slick and shiny with her juices. Yeji collapsed, her legs falling limply to the sides, completely spent.
But BamBam was far from done. He was just getting started.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered Yeji. “On the floor.”
Yeji, dazed and weak, somehow found the strength to obey. She slid off the couch and got onto all fours on the carpet, right in the wet patch she had made earlier. Her ass was high in the air, her back arched. Her pussy was still dripping.
BamBam got on his knees behind her. He positioned himself and thrust into her from behind in one smooth motion. This angle was even deeper. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard, his balls slapping against her clit with every impact.
While he was fucking her doggy style, Seulgi and Winter moved to the sides. Seulgi lay down on her side next to Yeji’s face. She brought her pussy right to Yeji’s mouth.
“Lick me, Yeji-ah,” Seulgi moaned, pushing her hips forward. “Taste yourself on me.”
Yeji, obedient even in her fucked-out state, leaned forward and began to lick Seulgi’s pussy. Her tongue traced Seulgi’s swollen lips.
On the other side, Winter did the same. She presented her pussy to Yeji’s other hand. “Finger me, unnie,” Winter begged. “While he’s fucking you.”
Yeji’s hand, shaky, reached over and pushed two fingers into Winter’s waiting hole. She started to finger her, her movements clumsy but effective.
So now, BamBam was fucking Yeji from behind. Yeji was simultaneously eating out with Seulgi and fingering Winter. The room was a tangle of limbs and moans. The sounds were filthy: the wet slap of BamBam’s hips against Yeji’s ass, the sounds of Yeji’s mouth on Seulgi, and Winter’s high-pitched moans as Yeji’s fingers worked inside her.
BamBam watched it all, his own pleasure magnified by the depraved scene. He reached around Yeji’s body and found her clit, rubbing it hard as he fucked her.
It was too much for Yeji. The triple stimulation—his cock pounding her from behind, his fingers on her clit, and the taste and feel of her friends—made her climax again. This one was even more violent. She screamed into Seulgi’s pussy, her body convulsing, her back arching sharply. Her pussy gushed around his cock, and she collapsed forward, her face buried in Seulgi’s crotch, unable to move.
BamBam pulled out. He was still rock hard. He was a fucking machine.
He looked at the three women. They were all panting, destroyed. But he had one more position in mind.
He pulled Yeji up from the floor. She could barely stand. He half-carried, half-dragged her to a large, plush armchair. He sat down in it, his cock pointing straight up.
“Sit on it,” he told her. “Ride me. Show me how much you wanted to win.”
Yeji, with the last of her strength, straddled his lap. She reached down and guided his cock into her sore, well-used pussy. She sank down onto him slowly, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips. She was so full. She began to move, rising and falling on his cock, her hands on his shoulders for support.
As she rode him, Seulgi and Winter came over. Seulgi stood in front of Yeji, her breasts in Yeji’s face. “Suck them,” Seulgi commanded. Yeji leaned forward and took one of Seulgi’s nipples into her mouth, sucking hard.
Winter knelt beside the chair. She began to lick and suck BamBam’s nipples, her hands roaming over his chest and stomach.
BamBam leaned back in the chair, letting Yeji do the work. He watched her body move, her breasts bouncing, her face contorted in pleasure as she sucked on Seulgi’s tit. He felt Winter’s mouth on his chest. It was the pinnacle of luxury. He was being ridden by one idol, while another fed her breast to her, and a third worshipped his upper body.
He let Yeji ride him for a few minutes, then he took control again. He stood up, lifting her with him, his cock still buried inside her. He turned and bent her over the back of the armchair. He held her down and started fucking her again, hard and fast, his pace frantic.
“This is what you won, Yeji!” he grunted, slamming into her. “You won this fucking! You won't get your brains fucked out!”
Yeji could only scream, her voice hoarse. Her body was being thrown forward with every thrust. She came again, a weak, shuddering orgasm that left her completely limp. She had lost count of how many times she had climaxed.
Finally, BamBam felt his own orgasm building. The feeling of her tight, used pussy, the sight of the other two watching, the entire insane night—it all came to a head.
He pulled out of Yeji and turned to Seulgi and Winter, who were watching with hungry eyes.
“On your knees,” he panted. “All three of you. Now.”
They scrambled to obey. Seulgi, Winter, and the barely-conscious Yeji all got on their knees in front of him. They looked up at him, their mouths open, waiting.
He stroked his cock a few times, then with a final, guttural roar, he came. Thick, white ropes of cum shot out, splashing across their faces. He aimed it, painting their beautiful features with his release. It landed on Seulgi’s cheek and lips, across Winter’s nose and chin, and dripped onto Yeji’s forehead.
They stayed there, on their knees, covered in his cum, their bodies used and exhausted. The room was a wreck, smelling strongly of sex and sweat.
BamBam looked down at the three famous, beautiful idols, kneeling at his feet, marked by him. He took a deep, satisfied breath.
BamBam stood over the three kneeling women, his chest heaving. His orgasm had been massive, painting their faces with thick, white stripes of his cum. They stayed on their knees, panting, their bodies glistening with sweat and now marked with his seed. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing.
That silence was broken by a small, trembling voice.
"It's not fair."
BamBam looked down. It was Winter. Her small, delicate face was splattered with his cum, some of it dripping from her chin onto her chest. Her lower lip was quivering, and tears were welling in her big, innocent-looking eyes. But they weren't tears of sadness. They were tears of pure, frustrated lust.
"You fucked Seulgi-unnie," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "You fucked Yeji-unnie... twice. You came all over our faces. But you... You didn't fuck me. Not with your cock. I didn't get to feel you inside me."
She looked genuinely upset, her small shoulders shaking. Seulgi and Yeji, too exhausted to even wipe the cum from their faces, just watched, their eyes heavy-lidded.
BamBam looked at her, this perfect, ice-princess idol, pouting because she hadn't been properly fucked yet. A slow, deep laugh rumbled in his chest. He reached down and cupped her chin, his thumb smearing his own cum across her cheek.
"Hey," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle but still thick with authority. "Look at me, Winter."
She looked up, her eyes swimming.
"You think I'm done?" he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You think after all that, I'm just going to fall over and go to sleep?"
He took a step back, giving her a clear view. "Look."
Winter's eyes, along with Seulgi's and Yeji's, dropped from his face down to his groin.
Their mouths fell open in unison.
There, standing out from his body, was his cock. It was still thick, still veiny, and already, impossibly, rock hard again. It was slick with a mixture of their juices and his own cum, but it was fully erect, twitching with a life of its own, as if the last hour of relentless fucking had never happened.
A shocked gasp escaped Winter's lips. "How...?"
"Some things you don't question, baby," BamBam said, his grin turning predatory. "You just enjoy."
He didn't give her another second to think. He grabbed her by her wrist, his grip firm. He pulled her up from her knees. She was unsteady on her feet, her legs weak from kneeling and from the intense orgasms he'd given her with his mouth and fingers.
"Seulgi! Yeji! Watch!" he commanded, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "You're too tired to participate, but you're not too tired to watch. This is Winter's private show."
He pulled Winter across the room, away from the couch and the armchair, towards a bare stretch of wall near the entrance to the hallway. The wall was painted a clean, light color, a stark contrast to the depravity that was about to happen against it.
He spun her around so her back was to the wall. The cool plaster felt shocking against her hot, sweaty skin. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her in place. His hard cock pressed against her lower stomach.
"Put your arms around my neck," he ordered.
She obeyed, looping her slender arms around him, her fingers linking together at the back of his neck. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desperate anticipation.
"Now," he said, his voice a low growl right by her ear. "Lift your leg. Wrap it around my hip."
Winter lifted her right leg, hooking her foot behind his back. The movement opened her up to him, exposing her pussy, which was already wet and ready. Her balance was precarious, supported only by the wall and his strong body.
He reached down between them, his hand finding his cock. He guided the head to her dripping entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, teasing her.
"Please, BamBam-oppa," she begged, her voice a breathy whisper. "Please, I need it. I've been waiting."
"That's right, you have," he grunted. "And now you're going to get it."
With that, he thrust forward. He didn't go slowly. He drove his entire length into her in one deep, powerful stroke, slamming her body back against the wall.
Winter's head snapped back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. A sharp, piercing scream was torn from her throat. "AAAAHHHH! YES!"
The feeling was everything she had been craving. After watching him fuck the others, after feeling only his fingers and his mouth, to finally have his thick, hard cock buried inside her was a relief so intense it was almost painful. He filled her completely, stretching her tight, small pussy to its limit. She could feel him pressing deep, hitting a spot that made her see stars.
BamBam groaned, burying his face in her neck. "Fuck, Winter. You're so fucking tight." He stayed buried inside her for a moment, letting them both feel the full, incredible sensation of being joined.
Then he began to move.
He started with deep, long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in to the hilt. Each thrust pushed her body up the wall slightly, her shoulders scraping against the plaster. The sound of their bodies meeting, of skin slapping against skin, echoed in the room. Her one leg, hooked around his hip, tightened its grip, pulling him deeper.
"OH GOD! OPPA! IT'S SO DEEP!" Winter screamed, her nails digging into the skin of his back. "DON'T STOP! FUCK ME!"
He changed the angle slightly, leaning into her more. Now, with every thrust, his pubic bone was grinding against her clit. The dual sensation of deep penetration and direct clitoral stimulation was overwhelming. Her moans became continuous, a high-pitched, desperate stream of sound.
He picked up the pace, his hips pistoning faster. He was fucking her hard and rough against the wall, using her body for his pleasure. He looked over at the couch where Seulgi and Yeji were lying.
Their eyes were wide, watching every move. They were too exhausted to touch themselves, but they were captivated by the sight. They saw Winter's face, contorted in ecstasy. They saw her breasts, small and perfect, jiggling with every powerful thrust. They saw BamBam's muscular back, flexing and straining as he hammered into her.
"This is what you wanted, right, Winter?" he grunted, his breath hot against her ear. "You wanted to be fucked like a slut against a wall?"
"Yes! Yes! I'm your slut! Fuck your little slut, oppa!" she cried, completely lost in the moment, all her idol persona gone, replaced by a raw, needy animal.
He slid his hands down from her back to her ass. He grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them hard, using them as handles to pull her onto his cock with even more force. The slapping sounds grew louder, more violent.
He was relentless. He fucked her like this for a long time, varying his rhythm, sometimes fast and shallow, sometimes slow and deep, but never stopping. Winter was sobbing with pleasure, her body trembling uncontrollably. She came once, a sharp, screaming orgasm that made her pussy clamp down on him like a vise, but he just kept going, fucking her right through it.
"Again," he commanded, his voice rough. "I want you to come again."
He shifted his grip. He moved his hands under her thighs, lifting her higher up the wall. Now she was completely off her feet, her entire weight supported by him and the wall. Her other leg instinctively wrapped around his waist. He was holding her up, fucking her into the wall. This new angle was even more intense, hitting her in a deeper, more sensitive spot.
"OH! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE! OPPA, YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!" she shrieked, her voice breaking.
He drove into her, again and again, his own muscles burning but showing no sign of fatigue. He was a fucking machine.
On the couch, Seulgi and Yeji watched, their own exhaustion forgotten for a moment, mesmerized by the raw power and passion of the scene. They saw the pure, unadulterated pleasure on Winter's face. They saw the absolute dominance in BamBam's movements.
With a final, guttural roar, BamBam slammed into her one last time, holding her pinned against the wall as he erupted inside her. He came in hot, pulsing jets, filling her up. The feeling of his cum shooting deep inside her triggered Winter's second orgasm. She screamed, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy as her body convulsed in his arms, her pussy milking him for every last drop.
He held her there for a long moment, both of them breathing in ragged gasps, joined together, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed against the cool wall.
Finally, slowly, he softened and slipped out of her. A trickle of their mixed fluids ran down her inner thigh. He gently lowered her until her feet were back on the floor. Her legs immediately buckled, and she would have collapsed if he hadn't been holding her.
He half-carried, half-dragged her back to the couch and laid her down next to Seulgi and Yeji. All three women were now completely destroyed, lying in a heap of tangled, exhausted limbs. Their makeup was ruined, their hair was a mess, and their bodies were covered in sweat, saliva, and cum.
BamBam stood over them, his own body gleaming with sweat. He looked at the three famous, beautiful idols, completely spent and used by him. He looked at the wrecked room, the wet spot on the carpet, and the cum on their faces.
He smiled. This was only the first night. They had two more days to go.
He sat down on the edge of the armchair, his cock, miraculously, already beginning to stir again. He looked at the three sleeping beauties on the couch.
"Get some rest, girls," he said softly, though they were already asleep. "You're going to need it."
The first night was just the warm-up.
BamBam woke up a few hours later, just as the first gray light of dawn was filtering through the windows. He was still on the armchair. His body was sore, but he was instantly, fully hard again. It was like a switch
had been flipped inside him, a primal need that wouldn't be turned off.
He looked over at the couch. The three women were still asleep, a beautiful, naked tangle of limbs. Seulgi was curled on her side, her back to him. Yeji was sprawled on her stomach, one arm hanging off the couch. Winter was on her back, her mouth slightly open, her small breasts rising and falling with her breath.
He didn't wake them with words. He walked over to the couch, his hard cock leading the way. He knelt on the floor beside Seulgi. He gently pulled her top leg forward, opening her up from behind. She was still wet and swollen from the night before. He positioned himself and pushed his cock into her sleeping pussy in one smooth motion.
Seulgi woke with a gasp, her eyes flying open. "Wha— BamBam?"
"Shhh," he whispered, his hands on her hips as he started to move inside her, slow and deep. "Just go back to sleep. Let me do the work."
The feeling of being filled while half-asleep was confusing and incredibly intense. A low moan escaped her lips as her body responded automatically, pushing back against him. Yeji and Winter stirred at the sound, blinking sleep from their eyes to see BamBam already fucking Seulgi on the couch in the early morning light. There was no discussion. No hesitation. This was their reality now.
He came inside Seulgi, his cum mixing with the dried remnants of their previous sessions. As soon as he pulled out, he turned to Yeji, who was already watching him with hungry eyes. He flipped her onto her back and entered her without a word, fucking her with the same steady, powerful rhythm until she came with a choked cry, her legs wrapped tightly around his back.
Winter was already waiting, her small hand stroking his leg. He took her on the floor right next to the couch, her quiet whimpers turning into loud screams as he pounded into her, making sure she felt every inch of him this time. He filled her up, too, marking her as his.
That was how their days went. A continuous, filthy cycle of fucking, eating, and brief, exhausted sleep.
During Breakfast, they were sitting at the kitchen island, eating fruit. Winter was on a stool, naked. BamBam came up behind her, pulled her off the stool, bent her over the cold granite countertop, and fucked her from behind while she gripped the edge of the island, her fruit forgotten. Seulgi and Yeji watched while they ate, their own hands drifting between their legs as they witnessed their friend get railed over breakfast.
In the Shower: They tried to take a real shower to get clean. It was impossible. The moment the hot water hit their skin, BamBam had Yeji pressed against the wet tiles, her legs around his waist as he fucked her under the spray. Then he made Seulgi kneel and suck him clean before bending her over and taking her from behind. Winter was last. He lifted her up, her back against the wall, and fucked her while the water cascaded over both of them. The shower was never for cleaning; it was just another wet, slippery venue for sex.
In the Evening, they were all lying in a pile on the big rug in the living room, watching a movie. BamBam’s head was in Seulgi’s lap, and he was idly licking her pussy while Yeji sucked his cock and Winter kissed her way up his thigh. The movie was just background noise. It was a blur of hands and mouths and bodies. He fucked Yeji while she was on all fours, doggy-style, as Seulgi and Winter took turns kissing him and playing with his balls.
During the Night, He would wake up in the middle of the night, his cock like steel, and take whoever was closest. Sometimes it was Winter, whimpering into her pillow as he took her from behind in the dark. Sometimes it was Seulgi who would wake up and eagerly guide him inside her. Sometimes it was Yeji, who would already be awake and stroking him, ready for another round.
He lost count of how many times he came. He filled Seulgi on the balcony, risking being seen by the city below. He bred Yeji on the kitchen floor, her squirting juices mixing with his cum on the tiles. He pounded into Winter on the stairs, one step at a time, until she was screaming and clawing at the carpet on the steps.
There was no part of the apartment that wasn't used. The dining table, the hallway floor, the bathroom sink, and the threshold of the front door. He fucked them in every room, in every position he could think of. He used their mouths, their pussies, their bodies, over and over.
The women were in a constant state of arousal and exhaustion. Their bodies were sore, their pussies swollen and sensitive, but the moment he touched them, they were wet and ready for him. They were addicted. They lived for the feeling of his cock stretching them open, for the deep, full feeling when he came inside them.
By the end of the second day, they were all starting to fade. Their movements were slower, their moans more hoarse. The constant sex was breaking them down.
The final session happened on the third night, back on the main couch where it had all started. All three women were lying on it, barely conscious. BamBam, fueled by some supernatural stamina, was still going.
He started with Seulgi. He pulled her onto his lap and made her ride him, but she was so tired she could barely move. So he held her hips and did all the work, fucking up into her until she came with a weak, shuddering sigh and collapsed against his chest.
He laid her down and turned to Yeji. He entered her in a missionary position, fucking her with deep, soul-shaking strokes. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her body limp beneath him. She came without a sound, her body just seizing up before going completely still.
Finally, he looked at Winter. She was barely awake, her eyes fluttering. He rolled her onto her stomach and entered her from behind one last time. He fucked her slowly, deeply, pouring every last bit of his energy into her. She didn't scream. She just let out a long, broken moan as her body yielded to a final, powerful orgasm that made her black out completely.
BamBam came inside her, his own climax a deep, full-body shudder. He pulled out and collapsed onto the floor beside the couch, finally, utterly spent.
Silence.
For the first time in seventy-two hours, the apartment was completely silent. The three idols were unconscious on the couch, a beautiful, used-up pile of flesh and bone. BamBam lay on the floor, his body screaming in protest, his mind finally, blessedly empty.
He had done it. He had fucked them all, everywhere, for three days straight. He had bred them, filled them, and fucked them until they blacked out from pleasure.
He looked at the clock. The seventy-two hours were up. His phone, silent for three days, began to buzz on the coffee table. The real world was calling them back.
He closed his eyes. It was over. And it had been fucking perfect.