SoulHunter

I knew I was in trouble the moment Tzuyu’s eyes met mine backstage. She had that calm, elegant smile on her face for everyone else, but I could see the fire burning behind it. As her secret boyfriend and one of the managers for the group, I walked a fine line every day. Tzuyu was twenty-three now, tall, graceful, and stunning, but when it came to me, she was intensely possessive.

The jealousy had been building all week. I’d been coordinating schedules with some of the other members and staff, laughing at a joke with one of the girls during a break. Tzuyu noticed everything. She didn’t say a word during the ride home, but the second we stepped into her private apartment, she locked the door and turned to me with that dangerous, sweet voice.

“Bedroom. Now.”

I followed, heart racing. Tzuyu had rules, and I had broken them again. She pulled out the handcuffs from her nightstand drawer—soft-lined but strong. She made me strip completely before cuffing both my hands to the headboard, arms stretched above me. I was completely at her mercy.

Tzuyu stood at the foot of the bed, slowly taking off her stage outfit. Her long legs, perfect breasts, and smooth skin made my cock twitch instantly. She climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, looking down at me like a queen.

“You’ve been a bad boy today,” she said softly, fingers tracing my jaw. “Talking and laughing with other girls again. Even the members. Do you forget who you belong to?”

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” I whispered. The words always affected her.

Her eyes darkened with lust. “Good boy for remembering. But you still need punishment.”

Tzuyu moved forward, positioning her wet pussy right over my face. “Eat me. Make Mommy feel good.”

I dove in eagerly, licking and sucking on her folds. She tasted sweet and addictive. I licked her clit in circles, pushing my tongue inside her as she started grinding on my face. Face riding came naturally to her when she was jealous. Tzuyu moaned, hips rolling faster, one hand in my hair as she used my mouth.

“That’s it… lick Mommy’s pussy like the good boy you are,” she breathed, riding my face harder. Her juices coated my tongue and chin. She came the first time quickly, thighs squeezing my head as she squirted lightly, flooding my mouth. I drank every drop, licking her clean until she shivered.

She slid down my body, her wet pussy leaving a trail on my chest and stomach. Tzuyu wrapped her long fingers around my hard cock, stroking slowly, teasingly.

“Look at you. So hard for Mommy even when you’re being punished.” She jerked me faster, thumb swirling over the head. “This cock belongs to me. No one else gets to make it twitch like this.”

I groaned, pulling at the handcuffs. “Only you, Mommy.”

Tzuyu smiled, pleased. She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. The blowjob was intense—wet, sloppy, and possessive. She sucked hard, taking me deep into her throat while her hand stroked the base. Spit dripped down my balls as she bobbed faster, eyes locked on mine.

She pulled off with a pop. “You want to cum? Not yet.”

She straddled me again, this time sinking down onto my cock in one smooth motion. The heat and tightness were overwhelming. Tzuyu rode me hard, hands on my chest for leverage as her hips slammed down. Her breasts bounced beautifully, and I wished I could touch them.

“Mommy’s pussy is the only one you need,” she moaned, riding faster. “Say it.”

“It’s the only one I need,” I gasped, thrusting up as much as the cuffs allowed.

She leaned down, shoving her breasts into my face. “Suck them. Worship Mommy’s tits while I fuck you.”

I sucked hungrily on her nipples, licking and biting gently as she bounced on my cock. Tzuyu reached between us to rub her clit, moaning louder. She came again, pussy clenching around me as she squirted, soaking my stomach and the sheets.

But she wasn’t done. Tzuyu unlocked one cuff temporarily, flipping me onto my stomach before securing my hands again. She straddled my back for a moment, then positioned herself behind me. The new angle let her ride me reverse while pulling my hair.

“Such a good boy taking Mommy’s punishment,” she praised, fucking herself on my cock. The rough pace made the bed shake. She reached around to jerk me in time with her movements when she wanted to tease.

After another orgasm, Tzuyu uncuffed me completely but kept control. She lay on her back, legs spread wide. “Come here. Fuck Mommy hard, but remember who’s in charge.”

I thrust into her deeply, pounding the way she liked when she was possessive. Tzuyu wrapped her long legs around me, heels digging into my back. One hand pulled my hair, the other scratched down my back as I fucked her rough.

“Harder, baby. Show Mommy how sorry you are.”

I gave her everything, hips slamming against her. She squirted again around my cock, moaning my name mixed with “good boy” and “Mommy’s only.”

When I was close, Tzuyu locked eyes with me. “Cum inside. Fill Mommy up. Remind yourself who owns this cock.”

I buried myself deep and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum into her pulsing pussy. Tzuyu held me close through it, kissing me possessively as she milked every drop.

We stayed connected for a long time, breathing together. Tzuyu stroked my hair gently, the roughness melting into soft aftercare. She kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my lips.

“I get jealous because I love you so much,” she whispered. “You’re mine. My secret boyfriend. My manager. My everything. I can’t stand seeing other girls near you.”

“I know,” I said softly, nuzzling into her neck. “I only want you, Tzuyu. Always.”

She smiled, that elegant, beautiful smile that made my heart melt. Even after the intense punishment, she was caring. She cleaned us both up with warm towels, then pulled me into her arms, letting me rest my head on her chest.

We talked quietly afterward. She told me about how she felt watching me interact with the other members, how her obsession made her crazy sometimes but also made her love me deeper. I reassured her, sharing how much I loved her elegance, her quiet strength, and even her jealous side because it showed how deeply she cared.

Later, she rode me again, slower this time, more loving. Her hands pinned mine above my head as she moved sensually, breasts swaying as I sucked on them. She came gently, and I filled her once more, whispering how much she meant to me.

Tzuyu eventually uncuffed me fully and we showered together, her hands gentle now as she washed me. Back in bed, she curled into me, long legs tangled with mine.

“Remember the rules,” she murmured sleepily. “Only Mommy gets to have you like this.”

“I remember,” I whispered, holding her close. “I love you.”

Being with Tzuyu was intense, possessive, and incredibly loving. Her rules kept me on my toes, but every punishment ended with the sweetest aftercare. She was my obsessed, beautiful girlfriend, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End.

your head lolls back, chest panting up and down slowly.

jihyo shifts, leaning up your body and peppering slow, wet kisses to your sides and up your chest, to your neck, and then your jaw, with a final stop at your lips. she sighs into you, and brushes slowly against you. the taste of yourself if strong on her lips, and you grimace enough to make her chuckle, as her dominant hand rubs your hip.

"not a fan?" she murmurs, eyeing you as you sigh, peeking into her own gaze.

"no." you murmur shortly, breathing out. "..god, jihyo."

the older chuckles, her body fitting prettily into yours. soft brushes of her hand up your still slightly quivering thighs, while thee other squeezed your hip. "yes, pretty girl? you okay?" she kissed under your jaw, and murmured.

your eyes slipped shut, as you loosely nodded. "..yeah..?"

jihyo hummed, lifting up to look down at you. "tell me what you need.."

her hand at your hip reached up, gently stroking over your cheek. you softened and pressed into the touch, but the physical heat you felt made you pull away moments later. "..need to cool off."

she nodded and immediately pulled back, shifting to sit beside you in bed instead. her eyes traced your form. "stay here," and then she was up, walking away.

you groan. "where else would I even go?"

jihyo chuckles to herself, her feet leading her out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, where she got a small glass of water and walked back, placing it on the bedside table. "drink. i'll go run you a bath, okay?"

forcing a nod, you listen closely as she pads away. a sigh falls and you reach for the drink, raising it tentatively to your lips and taking a few sips to calm your throat.

in the bathroom now, jihyo plugs the drain and turns on the water, testing the temperature and lingering it at a warm that wasn't too overwhelmingly hot, but also not too cold - especially since you'd just been talking about your heat. a calming soap was thrown into the mix, the aroma even making jihyo relax a bit as she walked back into the room, eyeing you - as you now sat slightly more up, draining the last of your water.

she softened. "want to get in?"

you look over, a tiny nod falling. "carry me."

a chuckle falls from jihyo's lips, and she walks over, making an exaggerated huff as she bends, yet lifts you up bridal style with ease. you're walked to the bathroom, and jihyo sits you down on the sink, as the water fills the rest of the way up in the tub.

in the meantime, she cages you slightly, looking up into your eyes and brushing her lips to yours again slowly. you sigh, arms wrapping around her neck as you leaned into her. the kisses were slow and short, exhaustion riddled in both of them, even if it was only you who'd bottomed. jihyo's hand slid, tracing over the shell of your ear slightly as she tucked loose flyaways back, and pulled to gaze at you.

"did so good tonight," she murmured shortly. "so, so good, baby. always so good for me."

your face warms and you whisper back. "thank you.."

her lips raise slightly. "of course, baby."

she presses another small, chaste kiss to your lips, before moving to the tub and testing the water. "should be good, can you handle walking over?"

you nod and push off the sink, waddling slightly but making it. jihyo offers her hand when you're close enough, stabilizing you as you slip into the tub, sinking down. she kneels beside the tub, reaching to gently help coax the water slowly over your shoulders. her arm leans against the edge, and she leans her face against said arm, looking at you with affection.

"what?" you whisper, a shy flush making its way onto your face.

jihyo's warm smile grows, her eyes just slightly crinkling in their creases. "nothing, I just love you."

you sputter, looking away. "you can't just-!" a bit of an embarrassed hue later and you're shaking your head. "..love you too."

"I know you do baby," she reaches, helping again with the warm watching soaping up your back. "did you want to wash your hair?"

you soften. "too tired."

"do you want me too?"

another slow shake. "want to stay like this."

jihyo's grin grows, gummy and perfect and - your heart swells. softly, you clear your throat, and she speaks. "how do your legs feel?"

you glance not the water, at the foggy image of your legs below. a soft murmur falls. :..they're okay, I suppose. I still feel a bit sensitive, but 'm okay."

"you sure?" her thumb slowly traced over a small dent in your neck, from where her teeth had bitten moments before she slipped between your legs, making the rest history. "I went a little rough this time, huh?"

you swallow, shaking your head. "nothing I can't handle."

she chuckles, booping your nose gently. "cute."

then she stands, sighing and dusting her knees off. "I'll go grab your towel and set out your clothes. relax while i'm gone, okay?"

and you would nod, watching her walk away and feeling - for the briefest of moments - your heart tug affectionately. your eyes would lower to the water, riddled with bubbles, and slowly, you'd sink into it.

jihyo would prepare your clothes, choosing to change the sheets while she was at it and throw it into her washing machine. she'd lower the lights a bit and make sure your old clothes (which would have been discarded across the room) were also thrown in along with the sheets, and then she'd venture back to the bathroom in time to find you stepping out. her arms would wrap around you, with the towel, rubbing carefully to dry you off.

all the while dropping kisses on your head or cheek when possible, lowering to a crouch to get your legs and gently wipe near your inner thighs. then she wrapped the towel back around you, nodding off to the bedroom. as you'd leave, she would drain the tub and clean anything needing cleaned up, before meeting you in the bedroom - in time to watch you slip on your shirt and slide into bed.

her heart warmed and she followed naturally, curling into your side and stroking your head slowly.

"feeling okay?"

"more than okay," you pressed into her. "..you're too good to me."

"never too good," she dropped a kiss on your head, slipping her eyes shut. "rest, angel."

"..okay."