Bäcøn Thë (Un)Holy Præchër

He/Him | Ancient | You can call me Bäcøn | I write smut fanfics but also use this to reblog things I like | All my stories are on the featured tag up in the right corner Also here you can find my Masterlist

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Bäcøn Thë (Un)Holy Præchër

He/Him | Ancient | You can call me Bäcøn | I write smut fanfics but also use this to reblog things I like | All my stories are on the featured tag up in the right corner

Also here you can find my Masterlist with all my works.

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ik kiof did controversial things a year ago and even prob before but honestly, they are fine ass individuals. like i wish i was sleeping and just waking up to natty’s pillows since i use them as actual pillows or even just julie’s is good enough. i need julie’s thighs between my head also; no need to anything naughty or even doing anything, just need them squishing me

Bro is doing ethical fapping. Just fap to them if you find Julie or Natty hot, no one gonna judge you. Also, Julie learned her lesson.

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One of your boys

Momo x Jihyo

Word Count:  5.4 K

Masterlist

Tags: Smut, sex toys, blowjob, cowgirl, emotional hurt.

The fact that she kept answering the phone every time Jihyo called her at those hours meant that Momo hadn’t learned a thing. Or maybe she had, but she preferred to ignore the lesson and keep making the same mistake over and over. Come on, the only possible explanation for this was that Momo was a masochist, there couldn’t be any other reason why she’d rush to answer the phone every time she heard the distinctive ringtone she’d set for Jihyo’s calls. Especially not at that time of night.

During the day, it could very well be for something else, but not at that hour. It was almost midnight, and at that hour, Jihyo could only be calling her for one thing and nothing else. Because Jihyo was well aware that Momo would never let her call go unanswered.

“Hello.” Momo propped the phone on her shoulder and pressed her ear against it to hold it in place, while she wiped her hands with a dishcloth. She had been cooking when the call came in.

“Can you come over to my place?” Not a “Hi, how are you? Are you busy? Are you doing okay?” No, none of that, just the same old question. Deep down, Momo knew that Jihyo didn’t care how she was doing because she knew that if she’d answered the call, it meant she wasn’t really busy. Or maybe she was, but she didn't mind putting aside what she was doing.

“Yes, I can.” Massaging her temples wasn’t going to make the guilt she felt about what she was doing go away, but at least it allowed Momo to ignore it for now.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you.” And after those simple words, Jihyo hung up. She didn’t need to say anything else because they both understood very well what this was all about.

Momo turned off the stove, tossed the dishcloth she’d used to wipe her hands into the sink, and grabbed her keys. For a second, she thought about going to change her clothes, maybe putting on something sexier or less scruffy than a sweatshirt and sweatpants. Maybe put on some makeup, at least a little blush and that new lipstick she’d bought last week, but there was no point. She didn’t need to wear makeup or dress sexy for Jihyo because Jihyo was only after one thing from Momo, just one simple thing, and then, once she got it, she’d discard her like a broken toy.

Sighing as she looked at the pot on the now turned off stove, Momo thought that maybe she really was a broken toy. There was no other explanation for running off in such an absurd way every time Jihyo called her, only a broken toy would do that. Or rather, a lap dog begging for some affection while its owner ignored it.

Amid those feelings of guilt that settled in the pit of her stomach and weighed her down, Momo put on the harness, just as she had done countless times in the past and would continue to do in the future. It was better to be prepared; Jihyo preferred it that way, and it was more convenient for the kind of fantasy they’d created between the two of them. Even if it made driving a little uncomfortable, it was better to have the harness and the toy on before arriving at Jihyo’s place. Even though the sweatpants wouldn’t cover anything and anyone could see the outline of the toy under Momo’s clothes.

The trip there was short, it always was. Jihyo didn’t live that far from her, and Momo drove really fast on those occasions. Not even Batman following the Batsignal would have gotten to Jihyo’s apartment as fast as Momo did.

Standing completely upright with her back straight, Momo knocked on the door three times, exactly three times. to announce that she had arrived and that it was her. It was probably a bit silly, since Jihyo wouldn’t be expecting anyone else; that was exactly why she’d called her. But even so, it gave her the feeling that she was doing something more important than just being a sex toy, a broken toy that she picked up when none of the others were available.

The door opened to reveal Jihyo, who was far too dressed up for the occasion. With her heavy makeup and provocative outfit, Momo wondered if she’d gone to a club to hang out but hadn’t managed to find anyone to satisfy her needs. Maybe no guy caught her eye, or maybe none of them dared to talk to her because they felt intimidated. That happened quite often with a woman as voluptuous and imposing as Jihyo.

Jihyo’s top showed more skin than was healthy for Momo to look at right now, not only because of the deep neckline but also because of how short it was.

Momo would have to be pretty cynical to say she didn’t enjoy looking at Jihyo’s breasts, but right now her abs were driving her crazy. Her abs were perfect, that mix of firmness that let her abdominal lines show through, and softness that made them tremble at just the right moments. Momo had to fight the urge to rest a hand on that stomach she loved to caress and kiss so much.

Jihyo’s miniskirt didn’t help much in keeping Momo’s mind off things either. It looked like it was sealed tightly around her skin, hugging her butt perfectly. It left her shapely legs exposed, legs that could drive anyone wild.

Momo was devouring Jihyo with her eyes when she gestured for her to come in, but she turned away without waiting for her to do so. It was obvious that Momo was going to follow her; she’d already made it to her door and wasn’t going to back down without getting what she’d come for.

On the coffee table sat an ashtray with several cigarette butts; that was probably why the window was open and the night breeze was seeping into the room. Rounding out the table’s decor were two empty bottles of soju, enough to lighten the mood and lower inhibitions, but not enough to get drunk. Not for Jihyo, at least, who had an unusually high tolerance for alcohol.

“Hi,” Momo greeted shyly, hanging her car keys by the door.

“Hi,” Jihyo replied, fiddling with the hem of her skirt. “Do you want anything? I have soju and wine… I think I have one beer left.”

“Beer.” The mildest option was best, considering that Momo would have to drive back home afterward. Maybe if she was lucky and Jihyo was feeling particularly needy that night, there might be a second round, but without a doubt, before sunrise, Momo would have to head home.

The prospect of driving home alone after satisfying Jihyo made her take a long swig from the beer can; when they sat down on the couch, she wasn’t able to refuse the joint Jihyo was offering her. Immediately after the first puff, Momo’s mind became deliciously hazy, making her forget the string of bad decisions she was making that night. Smoking weed was certainly one more on the list of bad decisions she was making under Jihyo’s influence.

“You weren’t busy, were you?” Jihyo asked the question as if she cared about the answer. It was a small gesture of consideration she had toward Momo, even though they both knew that Jihyo didn’t care what Momo was doing when she called her.

“No, I was just watching a show,” Momo replied, playing along as she handed the joint back to her. Jihyo took a drag without asking which show, or anything else for that matter. That was the extent of her effort to pretend she cared about interrupting Momo in the middle of the week, late at night, when she was sure Momo had to work the next day.

Momo had never understood how Jihyo could do that. Party for a night or two in a row in the middle of the week, hook up with some stranger, and then show up at work the next day as if nothing had happened. She’d probably be sleepy all day, struggling not to yawn in front of one of her superiors.

Somehow, the cramped space in the apartment felt abysmal when they sat in silence like that, side by side as they smoked. Momo was leaning back with her legs spread apart because the toy was bothering her, while Jihyo sat with her back straight and her legs together, almost as if she were trying to project the image of a good girl who knew how to behave. It seemed more like they were in Momo’s apartment rather than Jihyo’s.

Those quiet minutes just before the storm were so uncomfortable and agonizing. Neither of them dared to make a move; neither said anything compromising or mentioned the real reason why Momo was there so late at night in the middle of the week.

They didn’t have an agreement per se. Hell, they didn’t have anything at all. Jihyo wasn’t even able to admit that they were having sex, much less accept that she enjoyed it as much as she did. After all, Momo was always her last resort, even behind her own fingers or toys. No, Jihyo only called Momo when she couldn’t find someone, a guy, to fuck her the way she wanted, and masturbating just wasn’t enough. But she was never going to face the fact that Momo didn't have a dick and her boobs were almost as big as hers

Although Momo’s feelings were obvious to everyone, since she was terrible at hiding them, everyone had also heard Jihyo say time and time again that she wasn’t like that. Maybe she emphasized it too often to be just trying to convince others, but that was Jihyo. With a string of boyfriends who only lasted a couple of weeks, and just as many flings that weren’t even worth calling boyfriends.

And yet here they were, sitting in an awkward silence side by side. Their arms brushing against each other as they reached for their drinks, or with a touch that lasted longer than it should have as they passed the joint from hand to hand.

And so, almost without either of them realizing it, with their judgment clouded by weed and alcohol, Jihyo’s hand ended up on Momo’s thigh, and Momo’s hand wrapped around Jihyo’s waist. As if it were no big deal, silently and without looking at each other, one hand moved up and the other down until one grabbed the toy and the other a butt cheek.

If that had been a real cock instead of a toy, Momo probably would have come on the spot. The mere sight of Jihyo holding the toy over her sweatpants made her core throb; she couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like to have Jihyo’s fingers wrapped around her flesh, real flesh, not a piece of inert plastic.

At this point, it was still too early for kissing; they were still exchanging heated glances and biting their own lips, but nothing more. It was too soon for Jihyo to stop being aware, or rather to stop caring, whose body she was exploring. They weren’t going to press their mouths together and let their tongues battle for dominance just yet, but they were going to do other things.

As if trying to open a Christmas present without tearing the wrapping, Jihyo slid the sweatpants down and revealed the toy between Momo’s legs. Heavy and rigid, the perfect size for her. The toy stood imposingly, and she wrapped her fingers around it, this time without the constraints of the pants.

Momo didn’t have to guide her head, it was never necessary, for Jihyo to slide into the tight space on the couch and end up face-to-face with the toy. That part always came naturally to her; Momo found it fascinating how Jihyo could kneel or lie down on her lap to take the cock into her mouth. She could never do the same.

For now, she didn’t have to do anything but watch and fondle Jihyo. Her role in this part of the lie they’d concocted was still passive, at least as far as the rest of her body was concerned. Because it took no effort at all to reach out and caress Jihyo’s thigh, while Jihyo’s breath fogged the polished surface of the toy due to their closeness.

By the time Jihyo gave her cock a lick, Momo’s hand was playing with the hem of her skirt, trying to go beyond what was decent. But what decency remained between the two of them in moments like these? Nothing. It was all a very well-crafted lie that, for the sake of something greater, they both refused to break. A fabricated reality in which they lived, unable or unwilling, to accept anything else.

Jihyo’s lips closed around the tip of Momo’s cock, and her heart throbbed. It drove her crazy to see Jihyo like that, but it also filled her stomach with bile to imagine Jihyo doing this to someone else. She loathed the idea that it wasn’t usually in front of her that Jihyo knelt down to fill her mouth with someone else’s anatomy. She didn’t want to think about those things, but she couldn’t help but realize that none of those guys were worthy of feeling that warm mouth close around them, devouring their very beings; and even more tragically, that she would never get to feel that same mouth where she needed it most right now.

Was it pathetic to admit that her cunt was getting wet while at the same time she got angry watching Jihyo suck on a plastic dick? It probably was, but Momo had to accept that that wasn’t the only pathetic thing about her. Maybe it was the least pathetic thing, considering the way she’d run like a lap dog every time her phone rang with the ringtone that only played when Jihyo called.

Jihyo knelt on the couch, partly to suck better, partly to give Momo free access to her ass. The leather skirt was so tight that it was hard to pull up, but when she managed it, she was rewarded with the sight of Jihyo’s perfect butt. A thong, too small to cover more than the bare minimum, ran between her buttocks, framing the woman’s round, firm glutes. Momo wasted no time grabbing a handful of those buttocks while holding Jihyo’s hair back with her other hand, keeping it away from her face so she could focus on the blowjob.

It was obvious that Momo couldn’t feel a thing, but it was also clear just how much of the toy Jihyo had managed to swallow as if it were nothing. Between gasps and other delightful sounds, Jihyo hadn’t let herself be intimidated by the size of the cock, which was now pressing against her uvula and continuing to push forward. She didn’t stop there and went down a little further, just a few inches before pulling back to catch her breath.

Jihyo’s hand wrapped around the base and began to stroke it, aided by the saliva she herself had left on the cock. Momo moaned. Jihyo’s full lips were slightly parted as she breathed, her lipstick slightly smudged. Momo was dying to kiss those lips, to let her own lips finish smudging Jihyo’s lipstick. But it wasn’t time yet; Jihyo wasn’t yet intoxicated enough with lust to let her kiss her. Not there, at least.

Instead, Jihyo lowered herself again to press her lips against the tip, and from there, take in as much of the cock as she could. Her head moved up and down while wet sounds escaped her mouth, making Momo’s pulse race.

Poor Momo. Condemned to a front-row seat watching Jihyo’s obscene performance without being able to feel a thing. At least when Jihyo was riding her, the harness provided some friction against her private parts, but this? This only stimulated her visually and aurally. In any case, she was sure her panties were ruined because of the effect the show was having on her.

To distract herself from the turmoil between her legs, Momo tugged at Jihyo’s thong, which earned her a moan from Jihyo and a squeeze on her thigh, but little more than that. Jihyo kept moving her head with the same energy, making the same sounds, sucking like someone who clearly had much more experience with that than Momo cared to admit.

Was that really that pleasurable? Was it actually that wonderful to voluntarily choke on someone’s anatomy the way Jihyo was doing? That was another thing Momo couldn’t understand about her, the diligence she put into delighting in a phallus, even if it was nothing more than a piece of plastic. As if it were necessary to make it clear to everyone, and boy, was everyone aware of it, just how much Jihyo loved bouncing on it crazy style.

With one last muffled sound, Jihyo finished the blowjob, leaving the cock covered in a thick layer of saliva and Momo’s crotch thoroughly as damp as a swamp after a rainy afternoon.

With a hypnotic, or rather obscene, movement Jihyo wiped away the remnants of saliva and smudged lipstick by sliding her thumb along the edge of her mouth. Her breathing was ragged, and her gaze was fixed on Momo, who continued to grip Jihyo’s buttock as if it belonged to her. It didn’t.

There was no point in saying it out loud because the next step was obvious. Momo’s sweatpants flew off her legs, and immediately afterward, Jihyo was climbing on top of her. With one knee planted on the couch and the other bent to keep her center just a few millimeters from the tip of the toy, Jihyo pulled her thong aside. Momo gripped the dildo, rubbing it between Jihyo’s newly exposed folds. Jihyo gasped and let herself fall.

A single fluid motion was enough to impale Jihyo on Momo’s dick. Her walls stretched and tightened around the intruding dildo, causing a loud moan to escape her. Now sitting on top of the other, Jihyo trembled as she felt the toy fill her in a delicious way. The alcohol and weed were coursing through her system, but now a more potent drug was taking hold of her, the uncontrollable lust of feeling her core invaded by such a massive size.

Unable to wait any longer, Jihyo clung to the collar of Momo’s sweatshirt and began to ride her, moving her hips. She traced circles with her lower body to adapt to the cock she now held inside her. Soon those movements weren’t enough, and Jihyo found herself forced to change the direction in which she rocked her hips. Now back and forth, moaning as the tip of the toy reached the deepest recesses of her being.

For her part, Momo didn’t stay still either. First, she held Jihyo by the hips to help her with the movement, but when it became clear that Jihyo was the one setting the pace, her hands moved upward. Finding the string that held Jihyo’s top firmly in place, Momo pulled on the knot to untie it and free Jihyo’s breasts from the constriction of her top. Instantly, her breasts were released from all restraint, hanging beautifully right in front of Momo’s face, while Momo tossed the top aside somewhere unimportant.

It was a wonderful sight that left Momo completely mesmerized. Having Jihyo lying almost naked on top of her wasn’t as exclusive a privilege as one might expect, but right now, to Momo, it meant the whole world. Her breasts moved in a gentle rhythm, following the echoes of her hips’ thrusts, leaving Momo unsure of where to look. She chose to focus on Jihyo’s neck, where a bulging vein revealed the effort she was putting into fucking herself with Momo’s cock.

It was a quick movement, something that just a few minutes ago would have earned her a scolding, but now drew a sigh from Jihyo. Momo couldn’t hold back any longer and lunged to lick Jihyo’s neck, sliding her tongue upward and leaving a trail of saliva on the other woman’s warm tanned skin. As she moved, she could taste the salty flavor of Jihyo’s sweat, which felt like an aphrodisiac on her tongue, driving her to want more and more. Unafraid of being pushed away, because she already knew that right now Jihyo was intoxicated with lust, Momo continued moving higher and higher up her neck until her mouth found Jihyo’s jaw and gave it a little nibble. It was more of a playful nip with her teeth than anything else, because she was well aware that she wasn’t allowed to leave marks on Jihyo.

Then Momo did something she’d been wanting to do ever since she arrived here, perhaps even since she received the call that interrupted her quiet night. At last, Momo was able to press her lips against Jihyo’s with no other consequence than Jihyo accepting the kiss.

Jihyo tasted like a mixture of tobacco, soju, and marijuana. But there was also the warmth of her breath directly on Momo’s mouth and the silky strawberry flavor of her lipstick. An intoxicating blend, a natural aphrodisiac for Momo, that flooded her system and clouded her senses even further. That, combined with Jihyo’s perfume, a fragrance that smelled of wood and flowers with a hint of what might have been berries, prompted Momo to wrap her arms around Jihyo’s back.

She knew Jihyo wasn’t going anywhere, not right now, but that didn’t stop her from clinging to her, trying to avoid a repeat of past experiences from more inopportune moments. Moments when Momo hadn’t read the situation correctly and, instead of receiving a kiss, had ended up with a door slammed in her face while she desperately tried to pull up her pants. But now it was different; Jihyo was responding to the kiss, playing with her lips, and threatening to bring her tongue into it. Momo let her do as she pleased, and soon Jihyo was exploring the inside of Momo’s mouth, invading with her tongue a place that belonged to no one else, but which she rarely claimed.

Knowing it wasn’t necessary, that Jihyo wouldn’t push her away, Momo cupped one of her breasts with her open hand, trying to cover as much as she could. Instantly, the flesh spilled through her fingers, and a moan was released straight into her mouth. Jihyo’s hard nipple dug into her palm like a red-hot bar, undeniable proof of the electric sensations coursing through her body.

They parted their lips for a brief moment, breathing heavily as they pressed their foreheads together, while Jihyo kept moving her hips, before merging once more in that desperate, hungry kiss that stole their breath away.

Knowing she was free from all restraint, Momo wasn’t content with just groping Jihyo’s breast; she needed more of her. She was hungry for the woman who unleashed those passions within her but refused to acknowledge them. Momo tugged at the hard nipple, and Jihyo responded by biting her lip. Her next move was to tug at Jihyo’s hair with just the right amount of force, enough to drive Jihyo wild but not enough to make her lose control of the situation, a balance Momo had struggled to master through many attempts.

Demonstrating incredible physical agility, Jihyo made a few small jumps, bouncing on Momo’s lap and repeatedly impaling herself on the cock that was invading her core. Seeking support, Jihyo clung to Momo and pushed her against her chest, between her wonderful breasts. Now, instead of pulling, Momo sucked on Jihyo’s nipple, teasing the hard, sensitive bud with her tongue.

Jihyo stopped bouncing and resumed riding, throwing her head back and opening her mouth to vocalize what Momo was making her feel, perhaps a bit louder than she should have, considering it was a weekday. Something that would probably end in a complaint about noise, but that wasn’t Momo’s problem.

If that happened, she’d never find out. She knew perfectly well that Jihyo would never, ever mention anything like that to her, that as soon as she walked through the door to return home, this clandestine encounter would be immediately forgotten; at least as far as Jihyo was concerned. Momo, for her part, would treasure it until she had another chance to revel once more in Jihyo’s perfect anatomy.

With her hands free to do whatever she wanted, Momo clung to Jihyo’s ass, gripping her buttocks with both hands, greedily feeling every millimeter of her skin. Unlike her breasts, Jihyo’s buttocks were firm and smooth, which allowed Momo to squeeze even harder. Her butt was the perfect testament to how much Jihyo took care of her appearance, and Momo was delighted to be able to appreciate firsthand the results of being so meticulous.

If things were different and they were in Jihyo’s bed, maybe right now she’d be admiring that wonderful butt. But today Jihyo seemed to be more in need than usual, so they obviously wouldn’t make it to the bed, maybe Momo wouldn’t even go anywhere at all if she didn’t satisfy her as expected and a second round was needed.

Momo’s playful fingers found the thong and tugged it aside, now giving her free access to Jihyo’s butt crack. Then her fingers ventured further, and Momo reached Jihyo’s sweaty asshole. She caressed her gently there, or as gently as the frantic movements of the woman riding her would allow.

Being pressed more tightly against Jihyo’s chest and having Jihyo tangle her fingers in Momo’s hair to hold her face in place was all the confirmation Momo needed. Tracing small circles over the wrinkled back entrance, she prepared her for what was to come, stretching her out before her next move. Then it was time to apply a little more pressure, to push harder, and finally to feel her finger slide inside.

When Momo slipped the tip of her finger into Jihyo’s ass, just the first knuckle, Jihyo let out a moan louder than the ones before. From the apartment next door, they heard banging on the wall; someone had definitely woken up from the noise they were making and was annoyed. But they didn’t care at all.

Momo couldn’t stop sucking on Jihyo’s nipple and grabbing her ass, while Jihyo seemed like she wasn’t going to stop for anything in the world. Luckily for Momo, Jihyo was riding her with such intensity that the harness provided just the right amount of friction against her private parts to stimulate her as well. Touching Jihyo, being able to immerse herself in her while she had her straddling her lap, was already enough to cause Momo’s crotch to flood. But the way the harness rubbed against her, following Jihyo’s movements, was exquisite and was pushing her to the edge very quickly.

Both were so close, teetering on the precipice of orgasm. One riding, the other being ridden. Both enjoying the moment and each other in their own way, whether consciously or not.

The first to reach the point of no return was Jihyo. Momo saw it coming in the way her movements became more erratic, in the way her anus squeezed Momo’s finger, in the way Jihyo pressed her against her chest. These were all unmistakable signs that Jihyo couldn’t hold on much longer, and that’s exactly what happened. But Momo wasn’t there yet; she still needed a little more. Just a few more seconds, a few more strokes against her soaking-wet crotch, and she, too, would reach release. But of course, Jihyo didn’t care about that. She couldn’t really feel Momo’s body, and even if she could, she wouldn’t have cared.

Jihyo came hard, gasping and moaning as she pressed herself against Momo to withstand the onslaught of sensations flooding her body. Electricity coursed through her entire body in a delightful way, but it was also like being in heaven, floating weightlessly. Her muscles tensed for a few seconds and then turned to clay that crumbled in Momo’s hands.

Suddenly, Jihyo stopped her riding just at the most inopportune moment for Momo. Her core throbbed, constricted by her panties, shielded by the harness that had stimulated her but was now an obstacle to her own pleasure. Momo felt all those beautiful sensations recede from her body just as Jihyo collapsed on top of her.

So close, she’d been so close to coming. But now Jihyo was nothing more than a limp, gasping body on top of her. There was no movement, no stimulation, nothing left for Momo except Jihyo’s weight pressing down on her. So close, she’d been so close, but now the pleasure that had clouded her mind was receding, leaving her painfully aware of that weight in her stomach. It was the kind of thing she preferred to ignore every time she came here and ended up in the same situation.

Between gasps and heavy breathing, Jihyo let herself fall to one side to lie back on the couch. Momo couldn’t help it; she had no power to restrain Jihyo’s movements. Not now, at least, as consciousness slowly returned to her body. Not now that Jihyo had already gotten what she wanted and didn’t need her for anything else tonight.

Without getting up from the couch, her legs slightly apart revealing the aftermath of her encounter with Momo, her skirt wrinkled at the waist, her hair disheveled, Jihyo managed to light a cigarette. Momo hated that; she hated how Jihyo always had to smoke after an orgasm. The smell of tobacco was like the smoke of unholy incense, marking the end of this ritual to which Momo had submitted as a victim, a ritual to which she would voluntarily surrender herself again the next time she was summoned for it.

She couldn’t blame herself, at least not for what she felt. Right now, to her, Jihyo was the most beautiful creature in existence. Sprawled on the couch, nearly naked, with smudged lipstick and tousled hair. But there was also that beautiful blush on her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes she couldn’t hide, the way her lips trembled when she tried to suppress a smile. Momo saw all that and couldn’t blame herself for what she felt toward her, at least not for the positive part of it.

But the inevitable happened sooner rather than later. Jihyo finished her cigarette and suddenly felt vulnerable. She became aware of her nakedness, of who she was with, of what they had just done. The euphoria of pleasure gave way to the serious, somewhat heavy-hearted Jihyo, very different from the Jihyo who had called Momo.

Fifteen minutes, just fifteen minutes after giving Jihyo that incredible orgasm. Fifteen minutes after making her come like no one else could, Momo had stopped at a red light. She was sitting behind the wheel of her car on her way back home.

The car behind her honked impatiently, urging her to move forward, but tears blurred her vision, and anyway, Momo wasn’t even looking at the traffic light. She let the cars pass her without making a move, unable to continue driving right now. The tears wouldn’t let her see, and her hands were shaking. Right now, she couldn’t move from there.

She could smell Jihyo’s scent everywhere. On her clothes, on her face, Jihyo’s scent was all over her hands, and now her car smelled like her too. Perhaps it was also because Momo was still wearing the harness strapped between her legs; the toy, still dirty and soaked, was steeped in Jihyo’s scent. It was torture she didn’t deserve.

She thought about taking off the toy, about throwing the entire harness out the window and driving off without looking back, but Momo knew she couldn’t do it. If she did, she’d probably end up running back to retrieve it anyway, to put it away and keep it as a treasure, because that was the only thing she had of Jihyo, the only real thing left to her after these encounters.

There was no point in trying to get rid of the toy because Momo knew all too well how her night would end. Wrapped in her sheets with her hand buried between her legs, she’d clean the toy of any remaining fluids and imagine that it was Jihyo she had in her mouth, not a plastic substitute that didn’t even resemble her.

Momo wiped away her tears, put the car in first gear, and continued on her way back home. If she was lucky, she’d manage to get some sleep that night.

A/N:

I was supossed to do other things instead of write, but once again I stumbled with that song (One of your gilrs by Troye Sivan) and ended wondering who in Twice. The next thing I knew was that I was writting Mohyo once again.

I want to take a moment to dedicate this to Pope Leo XIV and the holy war.

I don't know why I keep making Momo so sad. Sorry my love but I can´t stop. You should learn to not expect a happy ending from me, at least not in most of the cases.

[hantheelf]

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New readers, fear not, this is a good place to jump right into the story. I hope you stay, I hope you enjoy it, I hope you get to read the rest if you haven't. Without further ado...

If someone had told Seungdae that he would ever debate himself whether he should go to Shin Ryujin's apartment or rest, he would have considered them crazy. Of course, he wanted to go to her place, but almost 72 hours after the events in his girlfriend's new house, he was still exhausted.

"I can't fucking believe myself," he grunted, accepting a glass of orange juice from his girlfriend as he tried to focus on his work.

"You used to work out at least three days a week before this whole thing started. You've barely set foot in the gym since then," she chuckled. "You know I've never liked exercising that much either, but how come I am in better condition than you?"

"Jin, my Queen, I've also been helping you move stuff around from your old apartment to this place, remember?" He smirked teasingly. "Plus, you've had years of experience fucking for hours in a row with multiple people. It's only been three months for me." Three months since he first fucked Momo, three months since he signed a contract to serve idols sexually.

"Oh, so you want another orgy with Twice to get in shape?" She grinned, playing the offended rather obviously before giving him a peck on the cheek.

"No, no… I mean, it would be great, but that's not what I— I'm just physically tired. Maybe mentally as well." He pursed his lips, pointing to his laptop. "I don't even know."

"Well, Ryujin has been waiting to see you since last week. Tzuyu's Japan for their concert, and I'll be on set the whole day. I say: finish your shift, eat, take a nap while Itzy performs, and go meet her." With a profound kiss and a reaffirming nod, she walked to the door, where her manager was already waiting for her.

Her suggestion was perfect, except for the accumulated chores in his own apartment. With no other option, he finished his hectic shift, loaded with all the missing work from the days off he had requested.

His apartment felt foreign. He had not slept there, much less alone, for over a week; one that felt like a month for him. Fighting Morpheus, he managed to do his laundry and clean a few more things that needed attention.

By the time he was done, Ryujin had already made it to her place and texted Seungdae to get there. As much as he needed to rest, after the little heart-to-heart they had on their last troublesome meeting, he wanted to check on her.

"Damn, dude, you look awful," she chuckled as soon as her door opened. Perhaps the truest version of Ryujin he had seen yet. Freshly showered, hair still damp, no makeup, just a big t-shirt covering her body, and, most importantly, no Light Fury around.

"You really know how to make anyone feel better." He shook his head while she welcomed him.

"Sorry, you look like a zombie," she giggled, showing him the slippers. "I hope you don't mind cats," she added, going to the living room. Three cats spread in their own corners. "Dallie, Bama, and Una."

"As long as they don't mind me, we should be good."

"Want a drink?"

He accepted, helping her carry a bottle of wine, some snacks, and two glasses to the living room. Even though he sat on one end of the couch, Ryujin sat right next to him, talking about her performance, and finished their first glass of wine. Naturally, he asked her about any improvement with Yeji.

"She's been a bit more open to suggestions. She's come here a bit more often to cuddle instead of me going to her place to fuck."

"But you're okay with that, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I don't think I can spend a week without her licking me, and it's the same for her," she giggled, running her tongue through her teeth. "It's strange, you know? I've always said yes to anything she asked…"

"I noticed," he grimaced, rolling his eyes.

"But now that I've started saying no to the stuff I don't want to do, she seems to pay more attention to me. She's tried harder to keep me happy and satisfied." She pursed her lips, nodding slightly.

"Who would have guessed that a woman with insane determination would like a challenge?" He giggled, drinking half his glass.

"It's not like I was her slave!"

"Might as well. And don't smile like that. I know the idea is tempting, but you've got to be firm when you tell her no or whatever."

"It's still hard! The moment she pouts, I just…" Ryujin bit her lower lip, tensing as she struggled to find the words.

"Lose it?" Seungdae smirked, thinking of how he still battled to say no to his girlfriend.

"Yes! But I know it's for the best, so I'm slowly getting there."

"Don't know, Ryu. I'll have to see it to believe it."

"Yeah? Why should I even listen to you?" She scoffed, finishing her second glass.

"Well, for starters, I'm older than you."

"Like that makes a difference. You haven't even asked Tzuyu or your 'non-girlfriend' to formalize," she grinned, pushing him with her elbow and getting her legs up on the couch. After a moment of confused silence from him, she giggled. "Jihyo unnie told me about that the day after we…"

"Got it. Just so you know, Jin and I are now a proper couple," he stated, drinking more wine before leaving his glass on the table.

"Not Tzuyu?"

"Jin and I go way, way back. It's different with Tzuyu. She asked me to wait until she was ready. We're enjoying the moment, you know?"

"This Jin must be amazing if you made her your girlfriend before Tzuyu unnie, huh?"

"She truly is." He relaxed, letting his arm rest on Ryujin's bare thigh.

"Come on," she elbowed him. "Show me a pic of her! I want to see whose your favorite pussy!"

"She's my favorite everything," he declared without thinking. "Well, Tzu's thighs… All of her body, really, is unbeatable. But you know what I mean."

"What makes Jin so special, then? Is it her curves?" Ryujin leaned onto him, drawing a woman in the air.

"I mean, she's not voluptuous…"

"I didn't think you'd focus only on that, considering how you look at me." She pressed her hands through her chest, allowing the loose fabric to outline her nipples. Then, she leaned back to stretch her legs, getting them close to his face to draw his attention.

He followed her right foot as it ran through her left shin. When he turned to face Ryujin, she had already taken her t-shirt off, revealing her modest boobs and small black panties outlining her cameltoe. "Ryu… Don't torture me like that."

"I'm just getting comfortable," she shrugged, standing to fill her glass of wine.

Time slowed down while he scanned her shoulders, the line of her column, and her slim waist, hypnotized by her hips and the crease of her buttcheeks.

"I trust you'll keep your part of the deal." She turned back, smirking devilishly and signaling him to drink.

'Hands away from her holes, dick out of her way,' Seungdae thought repeatedly, finishing the glass quickly and handing it back for her to fill it again.

"It wouldn't be fair to make you compare Jin to Tzuyu unnie." Ryujin stood up in front of him, laughing at his erection, growing as much as his frustration. "But you can compare her to me! Is she taller?" She asked playfully, placing her hand over her head.

He sighed, standing up and fixing his erection in his pants, not caring about her laugh. "I think you're barely taller than her," he replied, pulling Ryujin as close to his chest as possible.

She slapped his arm and made him cup her face with his hands, raising her eyebrows and pouting exaggeratedly.

"She's cuter than you, no doubt. But you've got way more stomach to do aegyo than her," they chuckled while she guided his hands to her small breasts. "She's got more tits than you, but that's not hard," he joked, pinching her nipples.

"Funny." She rolled her eyes and pushed him back on the couch before taking his hands to her waist.

"Your hips are wider," he let out, tensing his fingers as they slid under the hem of her panties, feeling alcohol clouding his mind.

"Take them off if you want, but you'll be the one suffering," she whispered with a cocky smirk. His digits rested over the fabric, but they kept pressing on her flesh. "Gosh, you're so easy to tease."

"This is not teasing. It's torture."

"One that you also enjoy," she scoffed, pushing him with her right foot on his chest, then wiggling her toes for him. "Are her feet prettier than mine?"

He took her ankle and her calf. "You really love people praising your feet, huh?" He scoffed, daring to kiss her sole.

"Yes," she admitted right away. "And you like them too, so no harm," she giggled, trying to take Seungdae's nose with her toes until she caught it. "Come on!" She whined dramatically while he grunted. "I'll show you something from Yeji unnie and me." Ryujin sat on his thigh, opposite to where his erection was, purposefully rubbing her pussy on him.

He felt her meaty lips pressing on his leg as her moist warmth passed through the fabric of his jeans. "You're a fucking headache… I got hours of you two," he replied, pretending to be angry, and pressing his hands against her waist.

"I can set you up with any of my friends!"

"I can have Jihyo unnie arrange that for me already."

"She'll think you're just another guy trying to fuck his way around us, and you know how protective she is of her precious maknae," Ryujin whispered, tapping his chest with both hands, watching him frown and look to the side.

"Can't say you're wrong."

"Then I can make that happen organically!"

"You won't stop teasing me until I tell you, right?" Seungdae tensed his thigh, trying to make her move, but she moaned instead. Clearly fake, but effective. "I fucking hate you."

"You can't hate me," she grinned widely, showing her whiskers.

"Might as well," he sighed in defeat, rolling his eyes. "Any of your friends?"

"IU sunbaenim is your girlfriend?" She exclaimed, standing up to see him whole after he explained that 'Jin' was a childhood nickname for Jieun and the most relevant intricacies of their relationship. "Nah, dude, that's bullshit."

He handed her his phone so she could see some pictures of them, including some with Jongsuk, proving his words and how functional their dynamic had become.

"Does Twice know?"

"We all spent last Wednesday together. Jieun and Tzuyu got along pretty well," he chuckled, happy to say that truth.

"Motherfucker. No wonder you said you'll be drained," she grimaced, digesting the news.

"One of me versus ten of them," he laughed at her reaction and how even her cats stared at Ryujin pour another full glass of wine for herself.

"Boo boo! Our precious server has too many pussies to fuck!" She drank it empty, shaking her head.

They kept drinking and teasing each other, but Ryujin promised to keep the secret. After finishing almost a full bottle of wine each, she chuckled at the sight of Seungdae, already asleep on her couch with Bama on his chest and Una curled in his arm.

He didn't wake up until the sun hit his eyes. Disoriented and feeling weight over his torso, he noticed that the couch he was on had turned into a bed. Then he realized Ryujin was sleeping on top of him.

'Thank god,' he sighed at the sight of her huge t-shirt over her, before hearing a not-so-subtle giggle. "Tell me nothing happened," he requested, tensing his whole body.

"You wish!" She chuckled, turning to face him. "I just unbuttoned your pants so you could be a bit more comfortable."

"Didn't occur to you that not having you on top would be better?"

"Bama and Una were already here, and after fixing the couch, it looked too cozy," she explained, lifting her torso just enough to see him at eye level.

"Ryu, I don't trust myself with you like… This!" Seungdae admitted, unable to keep his eyes from her perky tits, fully visible from the neck of her t-shirt.

"Luckily for us, I do!" She sat on his crotch, instantly jumping from it. "Was that your morning wood or conscious you?"

Despite the scare and having some of the events from the previous night tangled in his mind, his time with Ryujin helped him recover just enough to face another week of work.

Days went by, and he watched Twice's Lollapalooza performance live with Jieun and Jongsuk at her place, congratulating the girls together right after. Pleased with the expected praise from his friend about having fucked all nine of them, igniting a playful fire in their girlfriend, he felt thankful for his normal job. Even though it kept him on edge, since his team had stuck to working remotely, he could enjoy moments like that, and welcome Tzuyu back to Korea the following day.

"I really needed that," the maknae sighed, snuggling her face on his chest after enjoying a delicious dinner and a good massage from Seungdae.

"You deserve it after that performance and those flights," he chuckled.

"You do realize this is just beginning, right?" She voiced softly, pouting.

"You flying every other day?" He frowned, and she nodded slowly. "Yeah, very aware of that."

"Will you get tired of me because of it?"

He laughed at the question. "Tzu, my angel, that won't be a problem, trust me. I know how to deal with that."

She whined as his phone vibrated. "Please tell me if you feel tired, okay? Physically, mentally, emotionally… I'm also here for you."

"Do you want to study me like you did Nayeonie?" He laughed, pulling her in for a kiss.

"You'd make a very good subject of study," she smiled widely, giving him another peck.

"I'm up for that! As long as you state your bias for me on paper," he added, making her laugh. In a split second, he thanked the universe for having her in his life, then rolled his eyes at his vibrating phone. "What the fuck is going on?"

With Tzuyu giggling over him and no reason to hide his messages, he unlocked his phone to see the swarm of texts from Ryujin. Both their faces furrowed in confusion and worry.

"Go," Tzuyu said softly, kissing his cheek.

"We've barely had any time for us, and I'd really like to make the most of it before your vacation," he replied without thinking, watching her face turn serious. "Plus, I've got a feeling this is another trap like…" Seungdae sighed, pursing his lips.

"Even if it is, after she found out about Jieun unnie and you, it won't be like that time."

"I'd rather not find out. You just got here and—"

A profound kiss. Enough to silence him and bring him back to reality. "Baobei, I know you're thinking she might actually be in some sort of trouble." She smiled kindly at him, holding his cheek. "Just promise you'll be here when I wake up tomorrow. And Thursday," she added with a smirk.

He sighed, nodding, falling a little extra for her. "I promise… Thank you." He took a moment to calm the turmoil of thoughts and emotions going through him. "I'll leave my laptop here, alright?"

The maknae giggled, knowing that would guarantee his return in the morning.

"Wait, what did you call me?" Seungdae stopped at the door with a confused smile.

Tzuyu's eyes widened. "Baobei?" She asked quietly, pursing her lips but staring directly at him. He nodded. "Think of it as 'jagi' but in Mandarin," she said shyly. "Is it okay to call you that?"

Moved, he smiled and returned to kiss her. "More than okay," he reassured her. "I never asked. Is it okay if I call you 'my angel'?"

"Yes! I like it a lot," she giggled, biting her lip. "Now go!" She chuckled, kissing him again and gently pushing him.

Happy with how things were going with Tzuyu, but frustrated by the overall situation, he drove to the hotel Ryujin mentioned under the pretense that she didn't want to make a scene after getting hurt alone in her room in the middle of the night. As instructed, he entered the lobby, provided his name at reception, and was given a tag to enter the room.

"Ryu?" He asked loudly as soon as he closed the door behind him. "You've got to be kidding me," he sighed, perplexed at the elegant silhouette of a slim woman sitting on the bed, outlined by the city lights entering through the immense windows behind her.

"That's a very rude greeting coming from a server," she chuckled, turning the lamps on with a remote in her hand.

"Yeah, sorry. I was…" Starstruck by Karina's features revealed by the warm lights. Hair up in a bun, accentuating her long neck and her outfit: a tank top that did nothing to hide her heavy breasts, revealing her navel, and a pair of jeans that hugged her hips tightly. Despite her amazing figure, his eyes could not gravitate away from her face, framed by her bangs.

"Expecting to see poor Ryujinie hurt somewhere in the room?" She tried to control her laugh, making him conscious of his basic outfit. "To be honest, I was not expecting her to tell you she had broken her leg or something." She shook her head, hearing his phone buzzing. "You may want to check that," she said with a smirk.

RJ: I keep my promises. Treat her well and enjoy, dumbass!

"What exactly did she tell you?" He scoffed, pressing his temple.

"Whoa. No server protocol, no proper introduction. You're truly new to this thing, right?" She pursed her lips, curious about how unorthodox he already was compared to other servers.

He breathed deeply, extending his hand and accepting the change of plans. "Hwang Seungdae. Quite literally at your orders."

"Karina. But you already knew that." She shook his hand gladly.

Her skin was warm and incredibly soft, proper for one of the most desired women in the country. Still, he was taken from Tzuyu's bed to be there, and his face demanded an explanation.

"I guess you're not into Ryujin's pranks," she smiled, inviting him to sit next to her.

"Is this a prank?" He accepted her offer, noticing a backpack on the floor.

"Yeah, one where the whole hotel is under a big NDA," she giggled, then froze at his seriousness. "Not really. I mean, the whole staff has to sign NDAs to be hired, but when your almost-lesbian friend says she found a good server, you listen. Even more so when said server has a five out of five approval from Itzy and an astonishing nine out of nine from Twice." Karina nodded, pouting and opening her hands in the air.

One big hit to the brain after another. "Did you talk with anyone from Twice?" He asked, focused on the most pressing matter.

"Jihyo unnie," she smiled kindly. "I told her I had heard about you, and she confirmed the legend," Karina added, licking her lips, scanning him. "You know? Men are usually a bit more enthusiastic when they get a chance to have sex with me. Even more so when they'll get paid to do that."

"Oh, I am, it's just that I was—"

"Busy with your girlfriend?" She chuckled, taking him aback. "They didn't say anything else, and I honestly don't care to know more about you aside from what you can offer to me."

"Thank you?" Seungdae mouthed, getting into his role. "I am here to serve you, right? What do you want?" He smiled confidently.

"Cocky," she murmured. "Look, I haven't been with a man in quite some time, but I have hundreds of them…"

"Thousands," he raised his eyebrows.

"… at my disposal. Good for you to know!"

"Quite impossible to ignore. Just like you," he tilted his head, glancing at her boobs.

Karina smiled and rolled her eyes. "What makes you different than other servers? Other than your nine-inch cock."

"Eightish…"

"Humble, huh? I can get that and the big cock from other servers. Or toys if I want to avoid the trouble," she whispered at the end, leaning forward to tease him with her cleavage.

"Very true," he nodded, leaning closer to get a better look at all of her. "I'm good with my tongue," he acknowledged.

"I have Minjeongie for that," she smirked, letting her words sink in his mind.

"I'm good with my fingers," he added after a moment of silence.

"I got all of Aespa, plus Yeji and Ryujinie," Karina grinned, raising her eyebrow, an inch closer to him.

"That's playing dirty," he replied, leaning a bit more until he felt her breath on his lips.

"Whatever you're imagining, yes. It happened," she chuckled, staring into his eyes.

His mind ran a movie of Karina in Itzy's dungeon in just half a second. Overwhelmed with the idea, his mind plucked an old line from his memories. "I can give you the queen treatment…" he whispered, daring to gently caress her jawline before suddenly pushing her against the mattress, getting on top of her. "Or fuck you like a whore if that's what you need."

Karina pursed her lips in surprise and approval. "Tempting, but you'll need more than that," she teased him with her eyes, running the tip of her fingers through his torso.

He stared into her eyes in silence, prompting her curiosity. Then he leaned towards her lips, dodging them to reach her ear. "When was the last time you got fucked so good you actually dropped your mask?" He whispered, getting back to her mouth to kiss her, taking her gasp away from her lips.

She followed along, feeling his hand on her waist. "That was low," Jimin replied with a smirk in her natural deep voice, fisting the hem of his pants.

"Some time, then?" He joked, making her roll her eyes as he pulled her in for a kiss. The tongue technique, the tempo, the smooth way in which she unbuckled his belt as she let his hand move up to her ribs; everything was perfect.

"Show me what I'll be working with," Karina whispered, feeling his trimmed bush with her fingertips.

"As you wish," he replied, giving her another peck before standing tall, admiring the way her breasts sat on her chest while she rested on her elbows. He tried to play the professional server role by taking off his plain t-shirt with a single arm and letting his pants fall, revealing his semi-hard bulge as he stepped out of his jeans.

"It's not as threatening as they made it out to be," she giggled, stretching her leg to touch it with her toes, using the remote to close the curtains.

"Are you used to big cocks?" He smirked, letting her play with the hem of his trunks.

"Not really. But I've had my fair share of BBC," she whispered, letting his shaft spring free before taking it with her soles.

"Did Ryujin tell you anything else?" Seungdae shook his head, lusting over Karina's long legs, unable to ignore her black pedicure.

"Something about how easy it is to tease you," she scoffed, feeling him get fully hard on her feet.

"As much as I'd love you to continue, it is supposed to be me servicing you," he voiced, feeling her toes wiggle around his girth. "Unless you're actually into this."

"Force of habit," she admitted with a wide smile, standing up to hold his cock while she unbuttoned her jeans with one hand. "But you're right," she nodded.

"So," he grinned, pulling her blouse up, "what do you want?"

Her top came off, revealing a strapless bra that held on to dear life to keep her milkers covered. Rolling her eyes, Karina held her laugh, stepping out of her jeans, thinking of his question as his jaw fell. "Eat me," she whispered flirtily after a few seconds. "If you do it well, I may let you shove this thing inside of me," she winked at him, making his length bounce with her index finger.

Seungdae laughed at her unserious wink while she threw herself on the mattress, wiggling her way to the middle of the king-size bed, admiring the jiggle physics in her boobs. A bit dumbfounded, he took a deep breath and crawled his way to kiss her.

"Nuh-uh," she stopped him. "You already kissed me, and you passed. Down. No hands, understood?"

He nodded, turned on by her challenging eyes. "You know Jihyo tested me on all this before I signed my contract, right?" He voiced, kissing her clavicle and laughing when Karina firmly yanked his hair when he brushed her tit, taking him down to her flat stomach.

"I like to make my own judgment," she whispered in a flirty smile, focusing on the way he worshiped her.

"Leave the rest to me, then," he smirked, biting the hem of her panties, forcing one side down her hips, then the other, then biting the center.

Impressed, Karina cooperated, raising her hips and letting her feet caress his torso as he slid the fabric down her long legs. "Don't even think about keeping them," she said in her real tone, making him release her panties from his jaw and swiftly throwing them at her. "Thanks!" She smiled kindly, spreading her legs for him.

Heaven presented itself to Seungdae. Her beautiful legs framed her puffy cunt, adorned with a neatly trimmed bush. He leaned forward, trying to catch her smell, but it wasn't until he was almost kissing her petals that her musk hit him. Staring directly into her eyes, he kissed her inner thighs, noticing the subtle tension in her muscles, and paying full attention to her breathing as his lips got closer to her vulva.

"That feels nice," Jimin exhaled, letting her head rest on the pillows.

No reply from him. No more words from her. While she allowed herself to enjoy his lips, he focused on the task, closing his eyes until his mouth pressed against her meaty pussy.

The first profound lick released a soft coo from her lips, soon turning into soft moans that became affirmations of what he should continue doing; something he followed to the letter.

"Did Ryujinie tell you anything about me?" Karina wondered, bringing back her tension just when it was about to disappear.

"You mean?" He asked, hiding his frustration, but not missing one beat of his tongue swirling.

"You're… You're doing it a bit too well," she giggled, sinking on the bed, self-conscious about the little swaying of her hips.

Seungdae chuckled directly on her folds, licking all the way from her entrance to her clit before replying. "Only that your tits are really fun to play with," he shared before capturing her sensitive bean between his lips, sucking it tightly.

"Fuck," Karina let out, shaking her head. "Just keep doing that." She reached for his hair to hold him tightly.

Intrigued, he obeyed, savoring her as much as he could, and before he knew it, perfection. Her cute gasps, her contained breasts going up and down with each breath, her sweet moans, the rocking of her hips on his mouth, the gentle grip on his scalp, and even the little commands she gave him; everything was worthy of a painting.

Despite how much he enjoyed every bit of it, he did his best to give her more, letting her performance fuel his lust. Using his whole mouth, he devoured her cunt, making sure every crease of her tiny inner lips would get a proper lick, never missing the momentum he had with her clit, attacking it just enough to build her orgasm lick by lick until her controlled moans slowly turned into louder whimpers.

Jimin tried to resist, noticing her breathing grew troubled while she bit her lower lip and her small hand clenched tighter on his hair. He had the technique, and she enjoyed it, but the drive and the devotion to pleasure her was palpable. "Freaking Ryujin," she mumbled, shaking her head as she let go of the brakes. She tugged his hair with both hands, rubbing his face on her pussy. Slowly, she pulled his mouth to her clit and locked his face against it.

Seungdae understood and suctioned the upper part of her vulva, using only the tip of his tongue to give her that extra push to her climax. Her legs told him everything her muted voice could not. The more they trembled, the closer she was to her orgasm, and when the time came, her perfect thighs shut like a bear trap around his head.

Karina tried to push him away from her cunt, but he fought back, not bothered by pressure in his skull or the yanking of his hair. Without putting his hands on her, just as she requested, he latched onto her clit, deafened by her flesh, and fighting with her convulsions until there was no strength in her shaky legs.

"Head… I could've… Are you… That was…" Jimin panted with a wide smile, ogling his tongue while he cleaned his lips.

"Need a minute?" He smirked, walking on his knees towards the headboard to carry her in his lap, triggering smaller waves of shuddering through her body by the pressure of his arms around her.

"Don't l-laugh." She slapped him on his chest, allowing herself to be pampered by him as her hand fell, finding his rod.

"What's next, boss?" He smirked, brushing her waist.

"Oh, you're fucking me with this m-monster, that's for sure!" Karina tilted her head, feeling his length.

"Whenever you want," Seungdae patted her back. "Just remember you're not on a stage," he chuckled.

"What do you mean?" She asked, narrowing her eyes, trying to squeeze his girth.

"Just that there's no need to put on a whole show with the extra seductive movements, the extra sweet moans, and even the 'uncontrollable' orgasm," he mocked her, holding her closely.

"You may be the first man to eat my pussy and complain about me right after," she raised her eyebrows, approaching his face.

"Not a single soul would complain about it. I'm just saying there's no need to add all those theatrics," he said calmly as her grip loosened. "Remember, I'm here to please you and not the other way around. Even though I really enjoyed the performance."

Jimin buried her elbow in his stomach, but smirked at him. "The whole orgasm was real. I just look that good when I cum."

"Maybe. What about the back bending and the hands?" He imitated her, trying to make her laugh.

"I didn't want to break your neck, but you were glued to my cunt!" She scoffed with a smile, then rolled her eyes at his skeptical face. "It's not easy to drop the act, okay?" Her tongue poked her cheek, trying to control herself. "Do you know what it's like having to be flawless all the fucking time?"

"I've seen some of its consequences," he admitted, twisting his mouth. "But I know it's different for everybody in the industry. I can't imagine what it's been like for you."

Karina breathed deeply, lips fighting to keep the words in.

"Come on. You can vent with me." His reassuring smile pushed her a little further.

"You're going to learn why we don't talk about it, sir."

"I'm all ears."

"Remember you're the one who asked for it," she pointed at him, and he nodded.

Exhaling, she snuggled up on his chest to avoid his face. "It's exhausting." Her hands instantly became an extension of her voice, showing her anger as tension in her fingers. "Way before debuting, they drill the idea into your brain until you become aware of every possible reflection or every possible camera, just in case someone catches a bad angle of yours." She scoffed. "It's gotten to the point that no matter where I am, I can see myself from outside my body just to keep myself in check, because God forbid I look at someone the wrong way, and now the whole country thinks I'm a bitch! Do you know how hard it is to treat everyone kindly when your cramps are actively trying to kill you?"

Pause. Jimin turned to gaze at his calm face. Seungdae nodded gently. She continued.

"Then you debut, and of course, you offer yourself as the group's tribute to protect your members because that's what a leader does! So now you have to learn to be perfect while you're literally getting fucked by men you find utterly disgusting. They make you watch every possible angle of them using you until you've mastered how to be the perfect fuck toy for them," Karina sneered with anger, but a bit of pride. "If that were not enough, you become so obscenely good that even if your members offer themselves as tribute to give you some rest, your company still sends you with them unless your assets don't fit with their sick fetishes!"

She went quiet, realizing how tense her fingers were and how quickly she was breathing. Trying to collect herself, she faced him. "S-sorry. I didn't want to—"

"Don't be sorry," he held her tightly. "Wasn't tributing supposed to get the rest of the group out of the menu?"

She scoffed. "You would think so, but not all companies are JYPE. SM will only accept volunteers if it's convenient for them. And I was too convenient for them not to offer me to the investors."

Silence for a minute. Like every company, JYPE had its flaws, but at least they respected someone's sacrifice. 'Probably a legacy rule from JY Park himself,' he thought with Tzuyu, Jeongyeon, and Dahyun in his mind.

Jimin sighed deeply, decompressing and bringing Seungdae back to reality. "Enough reason to be self-conscious all the fucking time, isn't it?" She shook her head and lay on his chest again, reaching for his semi-hard cock to play with it, thrilled by how hot it felt in her hand. "I've made my peace with sex, if you're worried about it. I like it as much as everyone, but it's just easier for me to sleep with women," she stated with a smirk. "I really like to feel a good dick inside of me, though," she added in a very intentional seductive tone.

Seungdae held his chuckle. His mind went back and forth between what Karina just shared, the many times he had seen that pain in Jieun, and imagining what it might have been like for Tzuyu when she first tributed all those years back. Still, Jimin's voice hit all the right points in his brain to bring his erection back. "That's one way to change subjects."

"You asked for it, remember? But thank you." She paused to stare at his confused expression. "I didn't tell you anything I had not talked about before with my therapist, but I feel lighter now," she chuckled. "Unlike your cock," she smiled widely, softly slapping his member against her hand.

"I am here to serve," he replied out of words.

"Let me give you a treat for being so kind," Karina grinned, wiggling her way down to suck his shaft.

'Fuck me,' Seungdae thought, partially regretting his next action. "I'll gladly take that offer, but first," he held her by her jaw to make her sit on his lap, taking the chance to admire her heavy jugs, still fighting to be freed. "What does Yu Jimin want?" He pulled her in for a kiss that she reciprocated. While they hugged, he noticed that the more he pressed on her flesh, the deeper she inhaled, and the closer she pulled him to her own body. In a quick movement, he spun her against the mattress, keeping his right hand on her back.

"You may actually be worth Ryujin's money," Jimin purred, reaching for his dick.

"Is she the one paying for this?" Honest surprise.

"Money in your pocket and me in your arms. You must have made a really good impression on her."

"I'm as surprised as you are," he smirked, unhooking her bra and throwing it away with his left hand. "Fuck," he let out, amazed by the effect gravity had on her tits.

Jimin shrank for a moment, covering part of her face with her small hands, and stopping her breasts from spreading with her elbows.

"Guard's still up," Seungdae chuckled, kissing her again to bite her lips. "Don't tell me you're insecure about your boobs."

"I'm not! I know they look great!" She twisted her body but stayed close to his lips. "It's a little different when I'm not wearing a bra," she mumbled quickly, crossing her arms.

"Jimin, they're fantastic. I'm sure even Jihyo has told you that, and I think she knows a thing or two about big tits." He kept his smile while she nodded at his words, grimacing slightly. "What is it?"

"Men," she sighed, defeated, but finding his confused face endearing. "Mine are not like Jihyo unnie's. Hers always sit nicely no matter what she wears, and they keep their shape even when she's lying down. With or without milk, mine are…"

"Saggy?" Silence. Seungdae's mind focused so much on imagining how sweet her milk could taste that he spoke without thinking. He gulped audibly, knowing he had fucked up.

"Yes," she hissed. "I thought doing that would make them firmer, but even full, they were still… Saggy." She might as well have killed him with her eyes. "So I stopped with those damn hormones. Honestly, I don't know how Jihyo unnie still does it."

He lay on his side, next to her. While a part of him was thirsty for her, the rest of him was mad, wondering how the industry had managed to make a woman as gorgeous as Karina feel insecure about her incredible body. "Something about her mommy kink, I guess," he murmured.

"Does she really have a mommy kink?" Jimin sat suddenly, holding her laugh, showing her large, clear nipples hanging loosely, reaching the crook of her elbow.

"Is that what it takes for you to stop covering yourself?" He scoffed, triggering a real laugh from her as he admired the way her breasts became fuller at the lowest point. "You didn't hear that from me, alright?" He sat to meet her face, holding her cheek.

"Fine, fine." She kept on chuckling, letting him pull her for a kiss, guiding his hand to her bare boobs. "Do you really like them?" She asked weakly, making his fingers curl on her heavy knockers.

"Let me prove it to you," he smirked, lying her down, finally getting her nipples into his mouth.

Surprisingly for her, he remained completely quiet, enjoying the softness of her boobs and the way they moved between his fingers and his mouth. Unsure, Jimin tried to relax.

His initial licks on her left nub were adorable. It was clear he was used to firmer tits, and considering what she knew of his history, it made sense. However, he quickly found the best way to grab most of her boob one one hand, giving her a good breast massage while he sucked one of her nipples. Soon, he took Karina's milkers and squeezed them together, easily taking both nipples into his mouth, causing her to chuckle amidst her arousing humming.

"Told you there's no milk in them," she giggled, playing with the back of his hair.

"Doesn't make them any less addictive," he replied, latching onto her right nipple while his hands ran down her body.

Jimin could only focus on his touch. His firm hands held her body with such hunger, and yet, his skin caressed hers with incredible delicacy. It wasn't until his digits reached her hipbones that she realized the sway of her own hips. She caught the sound of his breathing, growing louder and giving her mind something to hold on to as she closed her eyes.

She released a satisfied giggle when their respiration synced right before his fingers brushed her folds. "Please," she moaned, holding his head and her free tit firmly in anticipation.

The following moan was loaded with relief. His digits entered her pussy, slowly spreading her walls. "Just like that," Karina whimpered at the waving of his fingers inside of her, slowly increasing their speed until they reached that of her own heart.

Even though she felt incredibly tight, her drenched petals allowed him to move smoothly inside her cunt and feel the texture of her walls. "I'd love to see these bouncing," he smiled at the way she guided his mouth to her left nipple. Subtle, but Seungdae heard a scoff coming from her, accompanied by a minute clenching of her pussy around his fingers. "You like the idea?"

She whined, clenching his hair as he circled her areola with his tongue. His digits went slightly deeper into her core, emphasizing the in-and-out motion while she fought her own judgment. "Yes," she sighed with a grin, pulling him up to kiss him. "Just fuck me already."

"How do you want it?" He chuckled against her lips, hands wandering freely over her body.

"You… You said something about… Fucking me so good… I'd drop my mask." Jimin stopped their kiss, holding his face firmly with both hands, aware that her whole face showed that desperate need. "I want that," she requested with a shy smile and a tint of fear in her eyes.

He slid his fingers out of her cunt and took them to his mouth, savoring her nectar, and bringing a wider smirk to her lips. "Remember, you can say no at any moment." He leaned for one more peck and jumped off the bed, opening the curtains in the room.

"What?" She exclaimed, watching herself reflected in the large windows, covering her body before he turned off the lights with the remote, throwing it back onto the bed. 'When did he…?' Her thoughts were interrupted by the lamp on the desk turning on, adding a warm light to the bedroom.

He offered his hand.

Fearful but intrigued, Jimin stepped down the bed and took it, letting him guide her to the windows.

"Just enough light for your body." He said, going to the lamp to make the light hit her right side, adding some sticky notes from the desk to soften the upper area.

She covered her body, but stayed there. "W-What if someone recognizes me?"

"You took precautions before coming here, right?" He waited a second, and she nodded. "If no one followed, no one would think of you if they even glance at the hotel. Plus, if you can't see your face from here, neither could they. The city is too busy," he reassured her, standing behind her and grabbing her jugs. "But some lucky guys may get to see this pair of majestic tits dangling as I fuck you," he whispered, kissing her neck while her eyes remained fixed on her own reflection.

He was right. She could still clearly see the streets. The lamp only provided a faint view of her body, right under her ribs. Anything above that was too poorly lit to produce a clear image.

"Too risky," she voiced before welcoming his fingers into her mouth, sucking them eagerly.

"Perhaps for the idol in you, too perfect for anyone to see her saggy tits hanging freely," he voiced, grabbing her heavy udder with one hand while covering his cock with her saliva before gently pushing her shoulders forward until her arms rested on the window. She gasped, instinctively raising her hips. "But I'm sure Yu Jimin would love the thrill and the praise," he scoffed, aligning the tip of his shaft against her drenched entrance, gaze freely at her firm ass and tight puckered hole.

Her heart pounded as she bit her lips and gulped audibly. "Take my phone and record it," she said quickly without moving. He hummed. "I-I'd like to see it later."

"As you wish," Seungdae whispered, caressing her buttcheeks.

While he went to the shelf next to the headboard to leave the phone recording, Jimin got lost in her own reflection, imagining her silhouette on the camera, then scanning what little she could recognize outside. Cars moving, people walking on the street, a man staring out from a window in another building.

She exhaled, feeling his glans brush against her wet folds, realizing she was still a bit sensitive from her previous orgasm. She breathed in, then out, and leaned more against the window, sending her hips back, taking his girth. "You're t-thick," she grunted, tensing her fingers and toes, slowly taking more of him into her pussy.

"And you're deliciously tight," he replied, gripping onto her hips firmly while her cunt adjusted around his shaft. For a moment, he focused solely on his manhood and the way her walls caressed his dick, enveloping it in her slick warmth until he felt a hard stop inside of her.

Jimin scoffed, shaking her head. "You'll have to fuck your way in," she suggested in a seductive tone.

He leaned forward, running his hand through her stomach and then to her left boob, feeling its whole weight, shape, and size. "You don't have to force this pretty pussy," he whispered, kissing her neck.

A confident chuckle. "I can take you whole, Hwang Seungdae." She turned a bit to kiss him, swaying her hips forward, then back, taking another half an inch of him. "Fuck me until you make me cum," she grinned, biting his lip. "That's an order," she added, releasing him and turning to the window to watch her reflection.

He complied, rocking his hips and feeling her cunt gripping onto his cock and enjoying the softness of her breasts, particularly her nipples, while he played with both of them.

This time, Jimin let her moans come out freely, flowing as her body demanded after every thrust until she chuckled at the sensation of his pubes brushing her outer lips. "Told you," she giggled proudly, clenching her pussy the moment he had his whole length inside of her.

What was meant to tease him worked, but it also backfired on her. His deep grunt, accompanied by a hard twitch on her nipples, pulling them down in a single motion, awakened her submissive side. Her moans turned into whimpers, and her arms slowly gave up any strength that kept her from resting her face on the cold glass. "F-Fuck me," she requested with a smile, watching her breath on the window, and arching her back.

Seungdae scoffed, giving a last firm and aggressive squeeze to her boobs before moving his hands down to her hips. Holding her firmly, he rammed her cunt, causing her udders to slam against the glass repeatedly.

"Mhmm!" Jimin whined, feeling the way Seungdae's manhood reshaped her insides while his fingers slid to her lower belly, pressing it firmly. Every inner sensation and the mental image became even clearer in an instant. "Just like that," she groaned, swaying her hips against him, melting beneath him.

A moment of doubt. She never groaned during sex with men. Even more so, her breathing was always controlled, and right there she was already breathing shakily, showing her teeth with half her face pressed against the window.

"Please don't stop," she begged, failing to grab his ass but digging her nails into him on her next attempt. "Please," Jimin implored, mind clouding in pleasure.

His left hand moved through her stomach, then between her bouncing milkers and up to her long neck, pressing it firmly, but leaving her throat free to whimper as her body needed. Lastly, his right hand went down to her folds.

"Y-Yes!" She shouted right when his middle and ring fingers rubbed her clit, making her torso press hard against the window, spreading her large breasts between her forearms while he practically carried her. The cold glass on her nipples made her realize she was on her tiptoes, desperately swaying her hips, adding the right amount of self-realization to surrender to her needs.

"Wouldn't it be lovely if someone saw you right now?" He whispered in Jimin's ear. She hummed, clenching her pussy. Slowly, he used his biceps to press her arms together. "I bet they would masturbate thinking of these precious tits, imagining how good they must feel in their hands."

"F-F-Fill me," she panted, moving her arms slowly to press her jugs, pressing the arm that choked her, trying to control her orgasm but ultimately failing. "F-Fuck," she muttered, feeling her climax crushing her.

Seungdae caught her, impressed by the sight, but never stopped. He ensured the camera could capture Jimin's eyes rolling back, her feet giving up, and her whole body shivering, trying to release the immense waves of pleasure hitting her from her core, turning them into muted cries. When her spasms became too strong, he renounced his own orgasm and held her tightly, protecting her from hitting her head against the window before walking back to the bed. His dick reaccommodated inside of her as he sat on the mattress at the same time her head fell back on his left shoulder. Smiling at the trail of juices she left on the carpet, he used his left hand to play with her tits while his fingers continued rubbing her clit until the climax died down.

Jimin, still trembling, turned to her right. "Bastard…" She sighed, not bothering to hide the wide grin engraved on her face.

"No more mask, huh?" He smirked while she shook her head and tried to elbow him, trying to reach his lips. He kissed her, enjoying the occasional clenching of her sensitive pussy and teasing her with little pinches on her nipples.

"You haven't come, have you?" She asked softly, realizing how wet her inner thighs were.

"Don't worry about—"

She kissed him again, slapping Seungdae's thigh. "I don't even know when you brought me to bed, but I remember very vividly asking you to fill me," she smirked.

"Don't you want to rest a bit?"

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Lie in the middle of the bed. Don't get out," Jimin requested, tightening her cunt and shuddering as a reaction.

He nodded, leaning a bit to grab her thighs and carry her in an almost fetal position. She giggled, wiggling her legs in the air while he got right where she asked her, even taking the pillows to have a comfortable view.

"Help me spin," Jimin chuckled with a playful smile, keeping her knees close to her chest and stretching her arm for him. Purposefully, she clenched her cunt to enjoy the curvature of his fully erect shaft as it moved inside her oversensitive pussy, loving the sensation until they were face to face again. "Don't hold it back, alright?" Karina smirked, straddling Seungdae and leaning back, supporting her weight with her right arm and caressing her tummy with her left hand. 'Minjeongie would go crazy with this,' she thought, rocking her lower body and pressing her womb.

The way she moved was no longer meant to be visually alluring, but rather pleasurable for herself; still, she could tell he enjoyed the view. She swayed her hips in small circles, using his pubes to stimulate her clit. Her moans were spontaneous and filled with little giggles. As she slowly increased her speed and rhythm, her udders dangled freely. Her face, however, remained perfect, maybe more so than before. Her half-opened eyes, occasionally rolling back every time his cock forced her womb to move. A smile lurked from her parted lips, trembling at times with her tongue picking out quickly, as if trying to catch something.

Even though her movements were clearly meant to please her and her only, the tightness of Karina's walls quickly sent him back to the path of his orgasm. Following her last command, he let go of his restraints, leaning forward to pull her for a fervent kiss she reciprocated, caressing her ass with his right hand and holding her against his chest with his left arm.

"Do it," she purred in his lips, reaching for his face with both hands, hips rocking harder and faster. She felt his breathing growing rougher as he finally started thrusting into her pussy. One quick clench of his cock, followed by another prolonged one. "Give it to me," she demanded in her most sultry voice, biting Seungdae's lip. "Fill my womb. I need it."

He hugged Jimin as tightly as her walls gripped onto his girth. Her sweet giggles, her sultry moans, her overall excitement, and her hungry kiss pushed him over the edge. And just like he fucked her throughout her orgasm, Jimin rode him through his.

"Yes!" She grunted, clenching her cunt at the first deep spurt of cum, hitting her depths, repeating the process to take every drop of semen out of his manhood, loving the warmth that flooded her core. "Thank you," she chuckled, tickling the back of his ears while he held on to her, panting and shaking at every conscious pulsation of her walls. "I don't remember the last time I enjoyed a creampie this much," she admitted.

"You… You didn't cum this time," he huffed.

"Uh-uh," she replied playfully, grinning before giving him a peck on the lips. "You already gave me two good orgasms, and I got to enjoy this heavy load fully conscious," she continued, taking his hand to her womb. "I am very satisfied," Jimin reassured him, clenching her pussy tightly just to hear him groan again.

"I can give you another one if—"

"Shut up!" She giggled, taking her right boob to his mouth. "Suck it while you recover. I still want to give you that treat," she hummed, enjoying his tongue circling her nipple as he held her left breast and she caressed his hair.

"I won't say no to that," Seungdae scoffed quickly, taking her other nipple into his mouth.

"You'd be an idiot if you did," Karina smirked, turning to the window. "Do you think anyone saw us here?" She pondered, referring to the bed.

"The lamp's behind you, and it's too dim to light your face for the people in the other buildings," he grinned, taking advantage of the range of her jugs to lick both nipples at the same time. "If anyone saw anything, I doubt they saw your face."

As he continued sucking her nubs, even after he was fully erect again, he saw her focused on the window. Having his cock still buried inside of her allowed him to feel every clench matching every subtle smile, purse, and bite of her lips. "We can go back there if you want."

Jimin fisted his hair, inhaling deeply and facing him, shaking her head. "You better have another load ready for m-me," she warned him while he sucked both her nipples with all his strength before releasing them.

"Whenever you want." He took her for a kiss, and she bit him before tightening her core to stand up. Seungdae leaned to see her cortch, happy to see that not a single drop of his cum leaked from her pussy.

"I'm keeping it as a souvenir," she joked, wiggling her butt proudly on the bed and jumping to the floor, laughing at the clap of her milkers on her stomach.

"Just tell me where you want it," he smirked, stepping out of bed and admiring her body as she walked backwards to the window, slowly turning to her right to face her phone, still recording.

"Here!"

"Ass and part of your tits for the audience," he pursed his lips, nodding. "Impressive."

"If I can't see them, they can't see my face," she smiled, turning a little more just to be sure. "Take it. I want to watch this as well," she pointed to her phone a bit shyly, kneeling.

"Is there a chance you can send me this?" He asked, framing her face on camera while he approached her.

"It depends on how well you aim at the end," she winked playfully, using the remnants of semen in his dick to stroke it with her small hands. "Let me have my fun first, then you'll have your treat," she grinned, licking his frenulum.

He agreed without a second thought, and indeed, it was her time to have fun, not his.

Karina took her time, playing with her grip on the base of Seungdae's manhood, pressing it right on his veins, making them pop as his whole rod grew thicker, acquiring a purple hue. She scoffed, impressed by its size and weight, measuring its length with her fists, proud to have had that monster inside her cunt. Then, she playfully slapped her face with it, getting down to his balls. "They're ready to shoot again," she cupped his scrotum, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm used to demanding women," he winked at her, charmed by the playfulness of her face.

"I'll keep it in mind for next time," she smiled brightly, sucking one testicle into her mouth, then the other, giggling at the way his eyes sparkled at the idea. "Now that's the way men usually react when they have a chance to fuck me."

"I'm way more relaxed now than before," he argued. "Same for you?"

She scoffed, twisting her jaw. "Riding you until you filled my pussy was not proof enough?"

"Oh, it was! I just wanted to hear it from you," he nodded, enjoying the little licks and kisses throughout his genitals. "Consider it my customer service survey or whatever you want to call it."

"No wonder Ryujin's grown fond of you," Jimin laughed. "Listen carefully," she grinned, holding his hilt firmly. Before he could even nod, she had already taken him into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, stroking him and sealing his shaft with her lips, hollowing her cheeks.

Seungdae got lost in Karina's big eyes, appearing even more prominent from his angle, and even more so with the way she blew him. Her technique was different than both his lovers, equally pleasurable. The way she sucked him, the way her hands moved, and the way her tongue swirled; not only did it look impressively dirty and erotic, but it felt incredible.

The sloppiness came next. Her spit flowed freely after she released his tip with a loud pop, quickly using her hands to spread her saliva through his length, only to impale her face with it the next second.

"God!" He grunted, feeling his glans pass into her tight pipe with a loud gag that spread through the room.

She took his hands and kept them firmly over his thighs. The show was on.

Karina blew him slowly, gurgling while she ensured he'd feel the way she took half an inch more of him every few bobs, letting a trail of drool fall to her dangling udders and almost ignoring her own body until a violent retching hit her.

"It feels great, but you don't—"

"I've taken your size in every hole before," she reassured him, slurping the thick thread of spit hanging from her lips and his tip. "I'm just out of practice," she smirked, slapping his slick manhood across her face before swallowing him again. She took a full inch more of him than before, bobbing her head and gargling quicker, touching her own neck to feel how deep into her neck he reached.

Her frustration was apparent, quickly decreasing her speed, but forcing herself to reach his pubes with her lips. Jimin shook her head and pushed herself back, which released a cascade of drool down her tits. "Jihyo unnie was right," she mumbled, quickly recovering her position and skimming out of the window. "I'll tell you when to stop."

She took his left hand to her neck, palm resting on her throat; then she took her phone from his right hand so he could grip her hair bun. 'Cute,' she thought, recording herself, watching his worried face, nodding at him before engulfing his dick in one quick movement.

Seungdae trembled, throwing his head back for a moment until Karina sank her nails into his thighs to fuck her face. 'So be it,' he thought, quickly taking control and thrusting into her face. The tightness, the gurgling, the way her neck expanded to his girth and length on his hand, and her majestic, determined eyes; a dream come true.

However, like some of the best dreams, it came to an abrupt end. Jimin tapped quickly and repeatedly on his thigh. He hesitated, but he pulled her away from his throbbing cock.

Tears ran down her cheeks, joining the drool that fell down her breasts, all the way down to her pussy.

They locked eyes. Two seconds of silence. Both laughed loudly.

"Sit on the bed," she said with a wide smile, standing up as if she were on stage: confidently, owning the place. "Close the curtains. You deserve to have this moment only for you," she added, handing him the phone, still recording.

He remained frozen for a second, scanning every part of her body: her black toenails, her long legs, her trimmed bush, her cute navel, her heavy boobs, covered in a thick layer of spit, and her wide smile, which brought him back to reality. "Yes," he said hurrily, taking the phone and reaching for the remote to close the curtains right away and adjust the lamps in the room to half their power. "No need to hide between us," he smiled, taking his place at the edge of the mattress.

Karina chuckled, biting her lips and kneeling between his legs. "Let me finish. For both of us," she whispered, taking her boobs up to his dick, enveloping it in her slippery flesh. She gawked at his glans, moving her breasts up and down on his length. Thirsting over it, she glanced at his eyes; he nodded, and she gladly took him into her mouth.

Eagerly, she used her whole torso, pressing and moving her tits up and down to pleasure him. She watched him grunt and melt on the bed as she licked his tip, feeding her own pride and boosting her performance even more. Her cheeks hollowed again, and Jimin made sure to enjoy every drop of salty precum directly from his slit.

Seungdae could not focus. Her breathing grew more profound and louder; her eyes stared directly into him, almost in the same way he looked at his partners to know how to please them next; her soft breasts framing his shaft were simply hypnotic; her fingers, maybe unconsciously, pinched and twisted her own nipples at the same rhythm she sucked him. The pleasure increased by the second, and the vacuum in her mouth was glory brought to earth.

Jimin's voice echoed in his mind. 'Don't hold it back, alright?' 'Give it to me.'

He locked eyes with her just as she was about to release his cock from her mouth. She smiled with her eyes and swallowed him, bobbing her head quicker and pressing her breasts tighter together.

Laughing quietly, he nodded at her and, save for the arm filming her, he relaxed completely. Her tits wrapped him up so kindly that he could cum just with that. Still, her tongue swirled mercilessly through every crease of his tip, applying just the right amount of pressure and friction through him. It was clear she could make him explode as soon as she could, but her goal was to make him cum as hard as humanly possible. With no self-restraint, he succumbed to the pleasure with a satisfied smile fixed on his face until he moaned. "Rina…"

"Uh-uh," she hummed back at him, edging him, grinning at his trembling hips.

"Jimin!"

In one swift movement, she let go of her udders and pushed herself to swallow his whole manhood to finish him. She reached for his free hand, guiding it to his dick while she pulled back, quickly holding her milkers so her nipples were as close to her gasping mouth as possible.

Instinctively, he stroked himself to nut on her face, shooting rope after thick rope of semen, coating her face from her lower eyelid to her chin and down to her clear nipples.

She remained still as he finished, giving him the chance to record a few angles of her while she savoured the spurts that landed on her tongue before staring at his eyes and swallowing his seed with a loud gulp. "Thank you for the facial," she purred, blowing a kiss before sucking his cum from her breasts.

"It suits you," Seungdae panted.

"Oh, I know," she replied, making a show of sucking her own tits, giving herself a playful bite on her nipple. "You should see me after a bukkake," Karina winked at him.

"Can I?" He asked, half serious. "You know? Following the idea of people seeing you like this…" He caught her full attention while he recovered. "I bet there's a part of you who'd love to walk outside just like this," he leaned forward, pointing at her naked body, but focusing on her painted face.

"That would be thrilling." Jimin raised her eyebrows, biting her lips flirtily.

"It would be very risky."

"A lot!" She confirmed, standing up.

"Shame you won't do it even though you want it," Seungdae sighed with a smirk.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Nah," he replied with a chuckle. "Unless you want to take it."

She inhaled deeply, then walked towards her clothes. "What do I win?" She asked dead serious.

"You've got everything, Yu Jimin. All I can offer you is my services."

"I don't do servers, Hwang Seungdae," she replied, catching a drop of cum dripping down her chin. He didn't reply; instead, he smirked and shrugged, observing the room and the bed he was on. "Next one's for free, whenever I call it," she sighed, pointing at him.

He nodded.

"Get dressed."

They did so quickly, but Karina put on only her jeans and blouse. No underwear. She asked him to record her again, quickly taking something into her pocket before slowly stepping into the hallways of the hotel. Her tension was palpable, but she kept walking, skimming back to see him until they reached the elevator.

"I can't believe it," she murmured to herself before facing the camera and showing her fresh facial rather proudly. She signaled him to stay there and walked to the opposite wall, quickly lowering her blouse to let her knockers hang freely for a couple of seconds before covering herself again.

"You're crazy," he whispered, shocked by her display.

"Let's take the stairs," Jimin replied, blushing through the pearled mask, guiding the way up.

She scanned the stairs. Everything was empty. Nervously, she lowered her blouse again, but this time, she walked playfully, half laughing at how silly she felt, half laughing at the way he had to re-focus the phone because he could only stare at her dangling breasts. One floor up, then two.

She inspected her surroundings again and unbuttoned her pants, lowering them enough for her bush to show on frame. "How do I look?" She smiled shyly, taking his hand to her heart, pounding so hard he felt it clearly.

"Like Dispatch's next big news," he scoffed, shaking his head, then quickly turning to cover her when they heard a door opening on the closest floor above them. Before he could do anything else, Karina was already walking downstairs, arms covering her already-clad rack, pants neatly buttoned, and her face covered with beige pieces of cloth serving as a facial mask.

He followed her quietly until they got back to her room, bursting into laughter as soon as the door locked.

"I didn't think you'd go that far!" Seungdae exclaimed, following her to the bathroom. "Where did those come from?" He chuckled, pointing to her face.

"I needed something to pretend I didn't have your cum all over my face!" Jimin chuckled, observing herself in the mirror, then smiling back at him. "Believable, right?" She asked nervously, needing the reassurance, and he happily provided it before she laughed loudly again.

"What now?" He shook his head, watching her turn around to show him the growing stain of semen in her crotch.

"You are taking me home now," she declared.

With no way to object, he followed along, watching her open the backpack on the floor, then put on an expensive wig and a cheap sweater that made her look like a grandma, partially aided by the facial mask. "Oldest and most effective trick of the book!" She joked, practicing the way she walked.

The late hour gave them a clear road back to her apartment while they praised each other for their performance and laughed again at their reaction on the stairs. Two blocks before arriving, she spoke honestly.

"Thank you for tonight. I really liked feeling a little… Adventurous. Although I'm not sure if I'd try that again," she said softly.

"The stairs or the window part?" He smirked at her, catching a glimpse of Karina's grin before turning his eyes back to the road.

"The stairs. The window is just a little safer," she giggled quietly before turning serious. "Sorry for ruining your night with your girlfriend, by the way."

"Ryujin is the one responsible for that. You… I'll wait for your call."

"Don't lose any sleep on that," she chuckled. "We're packed with concerts, comeback, more concerts…" Jimin sighed, defeated, but keeping a smile on her face. "Trust me, I'll call you again, and you'd better leave me as relaxed as I am now!" She bit her lips, hitting him on the shoulder.

"I'll do my best, don't worry about it," he winked at her. "Are you really going to walk out of the car with my cum still on your face?"

"What? They say it's good for the skin!"

Watching her go, he relaxed for a bit, taking the chance to message Ryujin.

SD: I gotta say, even though you made me get out of Tzuyu's bed, it was worth it. But next time, please let me know beforehand. RJ: Fuck. Sorry, I was really hoping you were alone tonight. SD: When am I ever alone at night nowadays? SD: Wait, wtf are you doing awake at 2 am? RJ: Too much to think, don't worry. SD: You sure? I could go to your place for a few minutes. It's on my way back to Tzuyu's. RJ: I'll be fine. Don't keep Tzuyu unnie waiting. Drive safe! SD: Ok. But remember, I'm always up to talking with you! RJ: And I'll take that offer! But I want to be alone tonight. SD: Take care, alright? RJ: You too.

With that done, he arrived back at Tzuyu's apartment building, thankful and still amazed that she had already given him his own set of keys. Just like Jieun, she reasoned that he could get into her place if she needed something or simply to arrive earlier to avoid drawing attention from any stalker, sasaeng, or paparazzi.

Her pets, Kaya and Butter, welcomed him quietly, waving their tails at him, but not making a sound, as if protecting Tzuyu's sleep. Carefully, Seungdae walked into her room, quietly changing to get into bed with her, trying his best to lie down at her side.

One last glance at his phone. Just three hours before his alarm rang. Feeling her presence at his right, he fell asleep in an instant.

Seungdae grunted when he woke up, confused and feeling a familiar slippery warmth on his glans. It took him a good moment to look down, finding a pair of feet going back and forth in the air, then a gorgeous pair of eyes smiling at him.

"Good morning," Tzuyu giggled playfully, quickly taking his dick back into her mouth, forcing a moan out of him.

"Morning," he replied, running his hands on his face. He could barely speak, but she saw his question right through.

She kissed his tip and used her own spit to stroke him. "You didn't move when my alarm rang, and you somehow turned yours off without opening your eyes," Tzuyu chuckled, rubbing his shaft across her face. She saw him trying his best to understand. "What would Jieun unnie think if you log in late to work under my watch?" She grinned, taking him back into her mouth.

"That… That makes sense… Damn!" He let out, mind clouded by his sleep and how good she made him feel.

"I was expecting it to taste like pussy," she smiled, cupping his glans with her hand, rubbing it in circles.

"We finished with a titjob," he scoffed, already lost in her face.

"From Ryujin?" Tzuyu asked, confused.

"Nah!" He giggled, enchanted by her cute reaction. "She wouldn't, even if he could. Karina," he explained.

"Huh?" Despite her surprise, she continued with the handjob.

He sighed, knowing he had no filters with Tzuyu. "Ryujin knows about Jin," he admitted, feeling her fingers tighten around his cock. "She mentioned Karina somewhere before or after that… It's all fuzzy in my head," he shook his head, trying to get some clarity on the events.

She scoffed. "It took me months to know that, and you told her in one night?" She pretended to be offended, but her tone let her playfulness poke through while she stroked his dick.

"I'd say a bottle of wine and some blackmailing… I'm trying to remember how it happened."

"Why don't you write it?" She suggested, quickly smiling at his confused expression. "You know how I write stuff when I don't really know how to say it?" Her dimple formed in her cheek as her eyes lit up. "Writing can also help your memory," she nodded, taking him back into her mouth.

"I could try that, I just don't know where to beg—"

Following Jieun's teachings, Tzuyu took all words out of him by engulfing his whole manhood, gagging only when his cock made it past her throat. She kept her lips at his base, causing him to hold the back of her head as a reflex.

"Holy fuck… Good learner," he grunted, staring into her smiley eyes while she proudly wiggled her meaty ass.

Next Chronicle 🦥 (TBD) →

Author's note: So, it's been some time, but I ain't dead yet, quite the opposite! That said, I'm slightly busier this season, so instead of our usual two weeks between updates, we may go three weeks in between updates every now and then, but I won't abandon this until this arc is finished! Also, since "TPTChr" or even "TPTC" don't quite look alright to me, I'll be numbering these simply as "Chr. 1, 2, 3..."

[unholybacon355]

This is one of the best Rinas I've ever read, and this whole chapter feels so ok. Idk how to say it properly.

[unholybacon355]

Other than Somi, who would "accidentally" use the male changing room?

I have to say that Lisa and Julie, probably Natty too.

[unholybacon355]

That Nayeon GIF really is "POV: Your name is Myoui Mina"

Svfdghh and Mina is right where she wants to be.

[unholybacon355]

Isn't any story with Yeojin size difference by default? Like with her height, weigh and size xs pussy you could place an average guy there and it's still a missmatch in size haha

Yes but nop. It change the way you approach the story if you want to make it about size or another kink. You can make the story just about that, mention it some time, or just say one time she's tiny and that's all. Because of that all stories about Yeojin have some element of size because she's tiny, but not size kink by default.

[leesvnkyu]

mina » right hand girl in london

[unholybacon355]

Which idol would upload this kind of video?

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DZ_lPzKxHtB/?igsh=ZTZoeTZhejlnaTNx

Nayeon already did it, look dkgkdjdjdjf

[unholybacon355]

Somi would find an excuse to get naked, and then "accidentally" trip and fall and just happen to land with a dick inside her.

Dude you need to correct your opinion about her, that's rude. Why she would need an excuse to get naked? I'm sure ppl around her are used to see her randomly get naked or in underwear just because she can akfkdjfjdj the other parts come naturally with her.

[unholybacon355]

Who from I-dle is most likely to model lingerie?

I was inclined to say Miyeon, but no because then I remembered that Minnie Nicha Yontararak is part of the group to. If that ever happens she will be without a doubt the one doing it.

[unholybacon355]

Today we got a Yeojin dancing *side to side* video...

That totally has to be answered with a story of her getting stretched out that matches the song's lyrics, right?

Forget about the song, she's wearing a Dodgers jersey. That's a totally win to me fkdkfksndbfj

Now for real at some point I'll need to write her. A estory that match the song and also feature size difference because is Yeojin sjfksjd

[unholybacon355]

Aaaaahhhhh!!! I'm fighting my demons to not just star writing a new story, but the idea of writing a post work out hate sex session story with Yizhuo is to hard to resist.

[tae]

260605 ⋆˚✿˖° in my hands

[unholybacon355]

Now that we are on the Somi topic

A story where she takes Sejeong to relax after the IOI comeback to a spa where she is of a deluxe client, there they receive Somi's favorite service of course: the *special* massage... where the special part is that the massage guys fuck their clients

Somi handled the order so of course is a Surprise for Sejeong but a very welcomed one ...

You can never go grown with massage stories, they all are so hot.

Of course Somi has to be a deluxe client, and even be the best client there. She knows all the massage therapists very well, so get to pick the one she want for Sejeong.

[unholybacon355]

In all honesty i think it's ok that they're all not connected (twice x BBC) I'd rather we have these stories not be all connected and come to fruition and enjoy them separately. Thank you for giving us a somi BBC smut too heheheh 🫶

I agree. I prefer individual stories in part because they are easy to write, i Mean easier that writing a series. Even if the chapters don't happen one immediately after another you still need to be careful with some details, so that is more consuming and take longer (Not much tbh) And there is the thing that I write at random times of the day (Should be writing now but I'm watching Dodgers game lol) so for now I prefer to do disconnected stories.

About that Somi story... Isn't BBC dfgfadvsdfagv but I like the idea that you think it is. It reinforces what I wanted to achieve by making the person who is fucking Somi not matter at all.

[unholybacon355]

Thoughts on somi's new belly piercing? It makes her so sexy, even more slutty than usual

I have no pure thoughts about that piercing, but honestly is very hard to focus on that tiny shinny thing when you have things way more bigger to look at. But also agree, it make her looks sexier, give her something special, idk how to describe it.