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Yerin

Yerin’s bright laugh turns into a sharp, surprised moan the second you keep moving.

“Wait-oh my god...sensitive!”

She gasps with her eyes wide and sparkling with a mix of shock and excitement. Her body jerks under you, but she doesn’t push you away. Instead her hands grip the sheets tighter as another wave of pleasure hits.

“It’s too much…it tickles...but it feels so good...”

Yerin’s hips twitch involuntarily everytime you thrust into her. Her legs kick, ruffling the sheets behind you. Her back arches off the mattress as you hit her oversensitive G-spot, before she sinks back down. She starts laughing again between moans, overwhelmed but clearly loving it.

“You’re so mean…keep going...I can take it...”

Her cheeks flush in a deeper red and her eyes water. Both of her hands find your torso and pull you down to her, until your lips meet, making you swallow her moans and gasps.

Eunha

Eunha’s soft, squishy body goes rigid as her orgasm washes through her. When you continue thrusting she lets out a high, sweet whimper.

“Ah…n-no…I’m still feeling it.”

She sounds tiny and almost confused. Her small hands press against your chest. A mix of pushing you away and holding onto you, her nails scraping your skin. While her legs tremble around you, keeping you in place and trapped inside her greedy pussy. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes from the intense sensitivity as you don't let up.

“It’s too much…please......”

Eunha’s hips twitch helplessly.

"...more..."

You lean down and bury your face in her neck. Eunha is trapped underneath you, unable to defend herself. Not that she wants to do that. If anything, she's begging for more. Her hands trail around toward your back, her nails once again leaving burning paths on your skin as you mark hers in your own way. Soft moans turn into quiet, needy sounds.

The intimacy the two of you share and the feeling of her wet walls trying to milk you dry have you finally pumping her pussy full with your cum. Eunha gasps at the feeling, her grip on your body tightening, stopping you from pulling back, until she's made sure all your cum has reached her womb.

Yuju

Yuju’s melodic moan breaks into a sharp gasp when you keep fucking her through her climax.

“Wait…I’m still cuming-”

Her voice cracks as overstimulation hits. Her legs tremble and threaten to give out. You hold her up by the waist, pressing her into the mirror.

"It's okay, baby. You can take it."

Whispering into her ear makes Yuju whimper.

“N-No-I…you th-think?”

"Of course, baby. You're perfect."

The praise seems to ease her mind as you continue railing her into the mirror. You kiss her neck from behind and alter your thrusts between going fast and shallow and slow and deep.

"R-right..."

She gasps, melting against you as you find her sweet spot on her skin.

"So good..."

Yuju’s body jolts against the glass without a break. Her sensitive walls flutter around you. She tries to stay quiet now, but her moans keep spilling out.

“Don’t stop...”

You feel her body reacting to your stimulation. Eventually, it's too much for her. Yuju orgasms for a second time. This time she squirts. Her built up, overstimulated pleasure breaks free. You hear it hit the mirror as Yuju whimpers in embarassment.

SinB

There's no one in the compartment as the train's wheels rattle over the rails. Except for you, sitting in a seat next to a window. And except for SinB, sitting in your lap. Or rather riding in your lap, your hands on her waist.

Her tight body arches hard as she orgasms with a quiet gasp, still trying to be descreet despite the lack of an audiance. She rides out her orgasm, quite literally, until she stops moving. Whenever you don't wear a condom and made her orgasm, SinB usually makes you finish in her mouth or her face and that's what she's going for now, attempting to climb off you. But your hands keep her in place. And when she looks down on you, you lift her up, before dropping her back onto your cock. She lets out a loud, surprised groan. You continue making her move while also thrusting up into her, unwilling to ride out your own orgasm inside her mouth yet again.

“Fuck… still going?”

She gasps, eyes narrowing with a mix of challenge and pleasure. Her thighs squeeze around yours in the tight space.

"I'm tired of your mouth."

You breathe out, the effort of lifting her up and down stealing most of your strength.

"That's not what you said last night."

She laughs, but the sound is a little higher than her normal one.

“But go on then, just...”

Her voice cracks as you let her fall onto your cock. There's a hint of worry in her tone and her expression, but you know her cycle just as well as she does. She's save today.

"Breed you?"

You tease her, making SinB gasp. But her eyes betray her. They darken with lust and soon, she's riding you on her own again.

Umji

Umji’s gentle body trembles as she finishes with a cute wail. You stop your hips for a moment, letting her breathe. Instead, you focus on her tits. Her cleavage has been teasing you the entire night and now you're taking revenge.

Umji gasps when she feels your mouth on them, hand in your hair. Her orgasm is still slowly rolling through her as you prolong it with your mouth. Soft trembles run through her. You feel them reach her pussy and you can't help but pull out and push back into her again. The moment you resume thrusting she lets out an overwhelmed cry.

“Ah…oppa...!”

Her hands clutch your arms as each movement sends strong sparks through her. Tears gather in her eyes from the intensity, but she doesn’t ask you to stop.

“Oppa...please...more...”

She admits shyly, now burying her face against your chest after you've pulled off hers to focus on your cock in her pussy. Her soft moans grow higher and more desperate with every thrust. Umji’s legs shake in the air as you fuck her on top of the sink.

You walk up behind Sohee first. Your arms slide around her waist from behind, pulling her gently against your chest. You rest your chin on her shoulder for a second and murmur against her ear,

“Good morning, beautiful.”

Sohee turns her head with a smile.

“Hello.”

She whispers back before leaning in to kiss you. It’s slow and warm, familiar and sweet. The two of you melt into each other for a couple of moments, before the kiss ends and you take a few steps over to Yoohyeon.

You wrap your arms around her from behind the same way, holding her close. She leans back into you almost immediately, her body relaxing against yours. You press a soft kiss to the side of her neck, then another near her jaw. Yoohyeon tilts her head slightly to give you better access. A content hum leaves her lips.

“Morning.”

She says, smiling as she continues cutting the fruit in your arms. Sohee glances over at the two of you with a smile before turning back to the stove.

“Breakfast will be ready soon. Don’t distract her too much or we’ll never eat.”

Yoohyeon laughs in your arms, but she doesn’t pull away. You smile against Yoohyeon’s shoulder and talk back toward Sohee without letting go of her cousin.

“I’m not distracting her.”

You say before giving her neck another kiss, clearly distracting her.

“I’m just making sure she doesn’t cut herself. Safety first.”

Sohee rolls her eyes and waves the spatula at you

 “Uh-huh. Go get dressed before the food gets cold.”

You give Yoohyeon’s waist one last gentle squeeze before letting go and heading back to the bedroom. A few minutes later you return in a simple shirt and sweatpants. While the two of them finish cooking, you start setting the table. When the food is done, the three of you sit down together.

Breakfast is easy and comfortable as the three of you talk about small things at first, including how much quieter the apartment feels now that Yoohyeon’s things are finally all here. Only a few last boxes are left in the guest room.

“Once those are unpacked, it’s official.”

Sohee says, glancing at her cousin with an excited smile.

“You’re fully moved in.”

Yoohyeon nods, looking a little shy but clearly happy.

By now, the three of you have settled into a proper relationship. What started as a complicated mix of comfort, desire, and blurred boundaries has grown into something steady and open. Sohee and Yoohyeon both know where they stand with you, and with each other. The jealousy has faded. The hesitation is gone. Mornings like this have become normal. At least to some degree. Most of them end with either one of the two or both making sure you don’t forget about them before you head out the door for work.

Sohee takes a sip of her drink and then mentions her plans for later.

“I’m going out with some friends this evening. We’re meeting at that new café near the museum.”

She looks at Yoohyeon who starts talking with her mouth full of scrambled eggs.

“You should wear the red outfit we bought the other day. It looks really good on you.”

You mention that you have work this afternoon, and Yoohyeon adds that she’s also busy with practice and a few personal errands.

Sohee tilts her head.

“You could still join us after you’re done, unnie. It’ll be relaxed.”

Yoohyeon shakes her head.

“It might get late… and I don’t want to hold you back.”

Then, to your surprise, she glances at you across the table and gives you a small wink. A second later, you feel her foot lightly brush against your leg under the table. Her toes trail slowly along your calf, teasing and playful, before resting against you just long enough for the message to be clear.

Sohee is still talking about the café, completely unaware. Yoohyeon keeps a perfectly innocent expression on her face as she takes another bite of fruit, but her foot stays where it is. Eventually it slides higher along your calf though, then past your knee, teasing through the fabric of your sweatpants. She nods along to whatever Sohee is saying as if nothing is happening.

Sohee takes a bite of her toast. There’s a thick layer of butter on it, and a little of it sticks to her lower lip. You catch her eye and subtly motion toward your own mouth, signaling for her to wipe it off. Instead of using a napkin, Sohee slowly runs her tongue across her lip, catching the butter in a way that is clearly intentional. Her eyes stay on yours for a second longer than necessary, a quiet spark of mischief in them. Then her hand settles on your knee under the table. You feel her fingers rest there lightly at first before they begin traveling upward along your thigh. Her palm is warm against you as she continues talking to Yoohyeon about the café and how much her friends would love to meet her, completely casual on the surface.

Meanwhile, Yoohyeon’s foot keeps moving higher. You’re trapped between the two of them. Sohee’s hand is sliding steadily up your thigh. Yoohyeon’s foot is doing the same from the other side. Both of them are still chatting normally, while their touches grow more charged by the second.

You try to think of a way out of the inevitable collision. If they keep going, Yoohyeon’s foot and Sohee’s hand are going to meet right at your crotch. And neither of them seems aware the other is doing the exact same thing. Your mind races for an excuse - maybe standing up to get water or suddenly remembering something in the bathroom - but every option feels too obvious. And part of you doesn’t actually want to stop them.

Sohee’s fingers brush a little higher. Yoohyeon’s toes press a little closer. Both of them keep talking as if the tension under the table doesn’t exist at all.

“I don’t think I’ll make it.”

Yoohyeon says, still looking at Sohee.

“I’ll probably be too tired after everything today. I just want to come home and relax.”

As she speaks, her foot slides higher under the table, the soft sole of her foot brushing closer and closer to your crotch.

You make a quick decision. Stopping Yoohyeon’s foot feels safer than trying to deal with Sohee’s hand. You reach down under the table and carefully catch her foot just before it reaches you. Instead of pushing it away, you start gently massaging it, pressing your thumb into the arch, rubbing slowly along the sole.

Yoohyeon bites her lower lip, her eyes flickering for just a second as she barely manages to hold back a soft, satisfied sigh. Her foot relaxes in your hands, toes curling slightly against your palm as you keep massaging her.

You glance at Sohee.

She’s still talking normally, but her hand has already slipped past the waistband of your sweatpants. Her fingers wrap around your cock and she starts stroking you in slow, measured motions under the table. Your jaw tightens for a moment as you force yourself to keep a straight face. Sohee’s hand moves with experienced ease, her grip tight enough to make your breath hitch while she continues chatting with Yoohyeon, noticing you haven’t said a word in a while. Yoohyeon, still having her foot massaged in your lap, is doing her best to look completely normal, though the faint flush on her cheeks and the way she keeps biting her lip make it clear she’s affected.

You’re stuck in the middle of them. One of them stroking your cock under the table. The other one quietly enjoying the way you’re massaging her foot while trying not to make a sound. Yoohyeon’s eyes flutter closed for a moment. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her as she clearly enjoys the attention you’re giving her foot. She looks completely relaxed, lost in the sensation.

Sohee notices.

While Yoohyeon’s eyes are closed, Sohee glances over at you with a quiet, mischievous look. She sticks her tongue into her cheek and bulges it out a couple of times in a clear, silent suggestion. Offering you a blowjob without saying a word.

Your cock twitches hard in her hand. You would love to say yes. The thought of Sohee’s mouth wrapped around you is almost too much. But the situation is already complicated enough with both of them touching you under the table. You start to mouth the word “later” to her, hoping she’ll understand.

Before you can fully form the word, Yoohyeon stretches her leg out more comfortably. Her foot shifts in your hands, sliding further into your lap as she instinctively tries to settle it somewhere soft. You’re so distracted by the way Sohee just offered you head that you don’t react fast enough.

Yoohyeon’s foot slides forward…and presses right against Sohee’s hand, which is still wrapped around your cock.

Both girls freeze. Yoohyeon’s eyes snap open. Sohee’s hand stops moving. For a long second, neither of them looks at you. They just stare at each other across the table, the realization hitting them at the exact same time.

The kitchen goes very quiet. The silence stretches.

It only lasts a few seconds, but it feels much longer. Sohee and Yoohyeon just stare at each other across the table, both of them frozen. You can almost see the realization settle in. That they were both doing the exact same thing to you at the same time without realizing it.

This isn’t the first time something like this has happened.

Last night, Yoohyeon had gone quiet and pouted for a while after walking in on you and Sohee making out in the kitchen. A few days before that, Sohee had given Yoohyeon a sharp, almost angry look when she found the two of you on the couch with Yoohyeon sitting in your lap, feeding you snacks during a movie. Small moments. Quiet ones. But they keep happening.

This time, though, neither of them stays silent for long. Sohee forces a small smile. Yoohyeon does the same a second later. Then they both let out soft, awkward little laughs, as if the whole thing is just a funny coincidence.

You can tell it’s fake. The smiles don’t quite reach their eyes. The laughter is a little too light, a little too careful. After a moment, both of them pull back. Sohee’s hand slips out of your pants. Yoohyeon carefully withdraws her foot from your lap. Just like that, the teasing is over. You’re left sitting there, still hard and aching, the sudden absence of their touch almost more frustrating than the tension itself. Disappointment settles in your chest… followed quickly by guilt.

You care about both of them. The relationship has been working better than you expected. More natural than it had any right to be. But these little moments keep showing up. Quiet flashes of possessiveness. Small, unspoken competitions for your attention. And every time it happens, you feel that same uneasy weight in your stomach. You know that if nothing changes, these small moments are going to keep building. One day they won’t just laugh it off. One day it might turn into something bigger.

As the two of them go back to eating like nothing happened, you sit there quietly, trying to figure out how to stop that from happening before it gets worse.

The restaurant is quiet and warmly lit, with soft music playing somewhere in the background. You and Yoohyeon are sitting near one of the windows, a small candle flickering between you while the city lights blur against the glass outside.

Yoohyeon looks beautiful tonight. She's wearing a sleek black sleeveless dress that hugs her figure, with cutouts along the sides. Her short hair falls softly around her face, and the blue jacket she wore earlier is hanging over the back of her chair.

A server sets your drinks down before leaving the two of you alone again. Yoohyeon takes a sip and looks around the restaurant for a moment before smiling at you.

"This is nice."

She says.

"I almost forgot what a real date feels like."

"A real date?"

"You know what I mean."

She smiles at you, a little shy.

"Just the two of us. Going somewhere nice."

"Yeah. It is different when it's just us."

Her smile lingers as she looks down at her glass.

"Sohee was really excited about going out with her friends tonight too. I'm glad she went. She works so much lately."

"She needed it."

"Definitely."

There's a short silence between you. Not an awkward one, but you notice Yoohyeon turning her glass slightly between her fingers. Then she looks up.

"Do you ever feel weird about this?"

"About what?"

"Us going on dates alone."

She pauses.

"Especially when Sohee isn't here."

You think about it for a second.

"Sometimes. Not because I don't want to, though."

"I know."

"It's more that I'm always aware of the other person. When I'm with you, I don't want Sohee feeling left out. And when I'm with her, I don't want you feeling that way either."

Yoohyeon gives a small nod.

"I think about that too."

She reaches across the table, resting her fingers against yours.

"But I still like this. Having time that's just ours."

"So do I."

Her thumb brushes against your hand.

"Sohee and I talked about it before. About making sure neither of us feels like we always have to be together just because we're all in the same relationship."

She gives a small laugh.

"We're still figuring this whole thing out."

"I think we're doing pretty well."

"So far."

The food arrives a few minutes later, interrupting the conversation before it can go much further. For a while, things become more casual. Yoohyeon tells you about a dance practice earlier in the week that went on much longer than it was supposed to and complains that her legs are still sore. You tell her about a frustrating meeting at work, which ends with her nearly choking on her drink when you imitate your manager's voice.

"There's no way he actually sounds like that."

"He does."

"You're exaggerating."

"Maybe a little."

She laughs and takes another bite of her food. The conversation jumps from one thing to another after that. A drama she's been watching. A song she's had stuck in her head for three days. It really feels like the kind of dates you have with Sohee, and yet it’s Yoohyeon you’re sharing your time with. You’ve never really thought about something like this being possible, before Yoohyeon stood in front of your door in tears a few months ago. You never really thought you could be in love with two women at once. You never really thought you could be in a relationship with both of them at the same time.

Eventually, though, Yoohyeon grows quieter again. She pushes a piece of food around her plate with her fork.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

She doesn't immediately continue.

"When you look at me..."

She glances up at you.

"Do you ever still see Sohee's cousin first?"

The question catches you slightly off guard.

"Or do you just see me?"

You put your utensils down.

"You."

Yoohyeon watches you, waiting for more.

"I mean it. I don't look at you and think of you as Sohee's cousin."

You pause.

"I see the way you get really quiet when you're thinking too hard. The way you bite your lip when you're trying not to smile. How soft you get when someone does something nice for you."

Her lips already start pulling into the smile you're talking about.

"And I see how strong you are when it comes to people you care about."

You continue.

"You're you. You haven't just been 'Sohee's cousin' to me for a long time."

Yoohyeon looks down at her plate, clearly trying to hide how much the answer affected her.

"That's really nice to hear."

"You sound surprised."

"A little."

"Why?"

She hesitates again.

"Because sometimes I still feel like I'm the one who came later."

Her voice is quieter now.

"Like I'm stepping into something that already belonged to you and Sohee."

You reach farther across the table and take her hand properly.

"You're not stepping into anything."

She looks back at you.

"You're part of it."

"I know. Logically, I know that."

"But?"

Yoohyeon lets out a quiet breath.

"Sometimes I compare myself to her."

You don't interrupt.

"Not because I want to be her."

She quickly adds, shaking her head.

"It's just... she had you first. You already had a relationship before any of this happened. Sometimes I wonder if I'm enough on my own, or if I'm only here because she was okay with sharing you."

"You're not here because Sohee allowed it."

Yoohyeon's eyes stay on yours.

"You're here because I want you here. Sohee wanting you here too matters, obviously, but those aren't the same thing."

She squeezes your hand. You can tell she's thinking about your answer.

"Do you compare us?"

She asks after a moment.

"Sometimes."

Her eyebrows rise and you laugh at her surprised and irritated expression. That wasn’t the answer she expected at all.

"Not like that."

"That sounds..."

She teases you by letting her words hang, but you can tell she’s burning with curiosity.

"I notice the differences between you. Of course I do. The way Sohee gets competitive when she's flustered. The way you shut down and get quiet when you're overwhelmed. Things like that."

"So, you don't rank us?"

"No."

"Not even secretly?"

"No secret ranking."

She narrows her eyes playfully.

"Convenient answer."

"It's the truth."

Her smile fades slightly as she looks at your joined hands.

"I get jealous sometimes."

She suddenly admits.

"I know."

Her head immediately lifts.

"You know?"

"It's not exactly invisible."

"Oh."

"It's little things."

Yoohyeon looks mildly embarrassed now.

"When she gets to wake up next to you and I don't, or when I notice the way you look at her sometimes. I know it's stupid-"

"It's not stupid."

She stops.

"And I've seen the same thing from her."

"Really?"

"Really."

That seems to make her feel a little better.

"I don't want either of you competing with each other. I care about both of you. Not because you're interchangeable or because you're the same. You're obviously not. I love different things about both of you."

Yoohyeon's expression softens.

"I think that's what I needed to hear."

"You could've just asked."

"I am asking."

"After weeks of feeling uncomfortable?"

She kicks your foot underneath the table.

"Don't ruin it."

You laugh, and she does too. Whatever tension had been sitting between you for the last few minutes finally seems to disappear.

By the time you've both nearly finished eating, the conversation has moved on again.

"You know…"

Yoohyeon says, resting her chin against her hand.

"I used to think relationships were supposed to be simple."

"You're dating the wrong people, then."

She laughs.

"Apparently."

She looks down at the table for a second.

"One person, clear rules, no complications. That always seemed normal to me."

She gestures vaguely between the two of you.

"And now I'm dating my cousin's boyfriend with her full knowledge while basically living with both of you."

"When you put it like that..."

"It sounds insane."

"A little."

"If someone told me a year ago this would be my life, I would've thought they were crazy."

"And now?"

Yoohyeon thinks about it.

"Now it feels..."

She searches for the right word.

"Natural, somehow."

"Complicated but natural?"

"Exactly."

She smiles.

"You know what still gets me sometimes?"

"What?"

"Waking up in the apartment."

You raise an eyebrow.

"I still have moments where I wake up in the middle of the night and forget that I moved in. For a few seconds I think I'm in my old place."

She smiles to herself.

"Then I realize where I am."

"And?"

"And I like where I am."

The two of you start talking about the apartment after that. About whether you might eventually need more space, how you're going to manage things when both she and Sohee have promotions or tours coming up, and the increasingly serious question of whether the three of you need a bigger bed.

"We absolutely need a bigger bed."

Yoohyeon says.

"We already have a big bed."

"Not with Sohee sleeping sideways."

"That's true."

"And stealing the blankets."

"Also true."

Yoohyeon points at you.

"See?"

Eventually the server returns and begins clearing the empty plates.

"Would you like to see the dessert menu?"

You glance at Yoohyeon.

She considers it for a second before looking toward the hallway at the back of the restaurant.

"Maybe in a minute."

She pushes her chair back.

"I'll be right back. I need to use the bathroom."

As she stands, she gives your hand another quick squeeze. Then she pauses beside you.

"Oh, and just so you know..."

You look up at her.

"If Sohee asks how tonight went, I'm telling her you spent the entire dinner staring at me."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Is that a threat?"

"Maybe."

"Because I can just tell her you're lying."

Yoohyeon grins.

"She'll believe me."

"Why?"

"Because of the dress."

Before you can answer, she turns and heads toward the hallway leading to the restrooms. You watch her disappear around the corner before leaning back in your chair, smiling to yourself as you reach for the last of your drink. Yoohyeon’s ability to constantly switch between deep conversation and light teasing makes being with her feel like riding a rollercoaster. Her shyness switches back and forth with her boldness every minute.

You are pulled out of your daydream about Yoohyeon as your phone vibrates against the tablecloth. You pick it up and unlock the screen. A new message from Sohee sits at the top of your chat. Attached is a selfie. She’s wearing the red top and pants the two of them talked about this morning, both pieces hugging her figure perfectly. She’s smiling brightly, a couple of her friends visible in the background of what looks like a lively indoor space.

“We’re heading to a restaurant now~ I’ll come home a little later tonight ❤️ Have fun, okay?”

You type back.

“Have fun. Don’t stay out too late.”

Just as you set the phone down, you hear footsteps approaching. Yoohyeon is already walking back toward the table, looking slightly flustered. You glance up and raise an eyebrow with a small smile.

“That was fast.”

Yoohyeon’s cheeks tint pink. She gives an embarrassed little smile and reaches for her purse still hanging on the back of her chair.

“I forgot this…”

She admits quietly.

“I’ll be right back. For real this time.”

She grabs the purse and turns around again, heading back toward the restrooms with slightly quicker steps. You watch her go, then look back down at your phone.

A new message from Sohee.

“Where are you right now?”

You stare at the screen for a long second. The question is simple, but it sits heavy in your chest. You don’t want to lie to her. At the same time, you know that if you tell her the full truth - that you’re out on a proper date with Yoohyeon right now - it might stir up that quiet jealousy the two of them still haven’t completely shaken. You don’t want to ruin her night with her friends over it.

After a moment of hesitation, you type a careful reply.

“Just enjoying myself.”

The response comes almost immediately.

“And where’s Yoohyeon right now?

Your thumb hovers over the keyboard. Across the restaurant, you can still see the hallway leading to the restrooms. Yoohyeon hasn’t come back yet. The candle on the table flickers as you stare at Sohee’s message, trying to decide how to answer. But you’re not quick enough.

“If Yoohyeon wanted you all to herself tonight, she should’ve picked a better dress.”

You freeze, staring at the message. Then, you look up and start scanning the restaurant. First the tables near the windows, then the entrance, then the outdoor seating area visible through the glass.

And there she is. Sohee is standing just outside, near the small cluster of tables where a few guests are eating in the open air. She’s alone. No friends in sight.

For a second you just sit there, caught between guilt and surprise.

She must have taken that group photo earlier. Or maybe her friends are still somewhere nearby and she slipped away when she spotted you through the window. Either way, she clearly saw you sitting here with Yoohyeon. And instead of coming inside, she sent that message first to watch how you’d react.

You stand up quickly, nearly bumping the table in the process, and head for the entrance. By the time you push the door open and step outside, Sohee is already turning away. She doesn’t look back at you. She just starts walking down the sidewalk at a steady pace, the heels of her shoes clicking against the pavement. The red of her outfit stands out under the streetlights as she puts distance between the two of you.

“Sohee-”

You call after her, but she doesn’t slow down. Glancing back through the restaurant window one last time, the table is still empty. Yoohyeon hasn’t returned from the restroom yet. For a second you hesitate - leaving her alone like this feels wrong – but Sohee walking away pushes you forward.

You take off after her. She moves quickly, already halfway down the block by the time you clear the outdoor seating area. You see her turn a corner up ahead and pick up your pace, weaving past a couple of pedestrians. When you round the same corner, you nearly stop short.

Sohee is standing there waiting for you. She’s facing you fully now, arms crossed, the red crop top and tailored pants making her look sharp under the streetlights. Her expression is tight. Not just angry, but jealous in a way that cuts deeper than simple irritation.

“Why did you follow me?”

She asks, her tone cool and mocking.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to your date with your girlfriend?”

The way she spits the word makes your chest tighten.

“Sohee.”

You take a step closer.

“You are my girlfriend.”

She lets out a short, humorless laugh and looks away for a second before locking eyes with you again.

“Am I? Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were having a very cozy little dinner with someone else. Candlelight. Holding hands. Looking at her like-”

She stops herself, jaw tightening in frustration.

“You told me you were ‘just enjoying yourself.’ That’s a funny way to describe a date.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

You try, but she cuts you off.

“Then what was it like?”

Her voice rises in volume.

“Because it looked pretty clear to me. You two dressed up. Out alone. While I was supposed to be having a normal night with my friends.”

You take a breath, forcing yourself to stay calm.

“Yoohyeon and I wanted time together. That’s all. You knew we were going to spend time alone sometimes. We talked about this.”

“Talking about it and seeing it are two different things.”

She shoots back.

“I saw the way she was looking at you. And I saw the way you were looking at her. Don’t stand there and tell me it was just ‘time together.’”

The jealousy in her eyes is raw.

“I’m not replacing you.”

You say firmly, wanting to stand your ground.

“I’m not choosing her over you. You’re my girlfriend. That hasn’t changed.”

Sohee’s arms tighten across her chest.

“Then why did it feel like I was watching something I wasn’t part of?”

She asks, quieter this time but no less sharp.

“Why did it feel like I was on the outside looking in on my own relationship?”

“Because this is still new. All three of us are still figuring it out. These feelings - the looks, the jealousy – they will keep happening. On both sides. Yoohyeon feels it too. I’ve seen it.”

She looks at you for a long moment, something vulnerable flickering underneath the anger.

“And what happens when those little moments stop being little? What happens when one of us gets tired of sharing? When one of us wants more than the other is willing to give?”

The question hangs between you in the cool night air. You don’t have a perfect answer. You only know the truth as it stands right now.

“Then we talk about it. Like we’re doing right now. We don’t pretend it’s fine when it’s not.”

Sohee’s gaze drops for a second. When she looks back up, the anger is still there, but it’s mixed with something more complicated. Hurt, fear, jealousy and the reluctance to admit how much this is affecting her.

“You should go back inside.”

Now she suddenly sounds defeated.

“She’s probably wondering where you are.”

You hesitate. Part of you knows you should go back inside. Yoohyeon is still in the restaurant, probably wondering where you disappeared to. And for a moment, Sohee actually looks calmer. The sharp edge of her anger has dulled, and there’s a flicker of understanding in her expression. But something still feels unfinished. There’s a warmth burning behind her eyes that hasn’t gone away. The jealousy is still there. You can feel it in the way she’s looking at you, like she’s not ready to let this moment end with just words.

“Do you… really want me to go back?”

Sohee holds your gaze for a long while. Most of the anger has left her face. What remains is something more complicated. Residual jealousy, a stubborn kind of determination, and a heat that makes your pulse pick up. In that look, you suddenly understand. This isn’t over. Not for her. And the way her eyes linger on you makes it clear how she intends to settle the imbalance she’s feeling.

She wants to remind you. She wants to reclaim something.

“No.”

Sohee says with determination. Before you can respond, she reaches out and grabs your hand. Without another word, she turns and pulls you with her, leading you away from the main sidewalk and into a narrow alley between two buildings. The street noise fades slightly as the shadows close in around you. Once you’re both out of direct view, Sohee turns to face you again. She looks up at you with that same worked up expression, breathing a little faster now.

“I’m going to make you see who’s girlfriend number one.”

Sohee doesn’t give you time to think. She pulls you in by the front of your shirt and kisses you hard, her mouth hot and insistent against yours. At the same time, her hands drop to your waist, fingers working quickly to undo the button and zipper of your pants. The suddenness of it catches you off guard. One moment you were arguing on the sidewalk, and now she’s pushing things much further in the dim narrow alley. You’re surprised by how fast this has developed. A part of you is still caught on the fact that Yoohyeon is only a short walk away inside the restaurant, and another part of you is very aware of how semi-public this is. Anyone could turn the corner. Footsteps could approach at any second.

But Sohee doesn’t seem to care. She breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper against your lips.

“Touch me.”

You do as you’re told. Your hands move over her body, feeling the smooth fabric of the red top, the warm skin of her waist, the curve of her hips. Eventually your palms settle on her ass, squeezing gently through the fitted pants. The moment you do, you feel her smirk into the kiss, like she knew exactly where your hands would end up. While you’re holding her there, Sohee reaches into your open pants. Her fingers wrap around your cock. She starts stroking you slowly, her grip confident and familiar.

The contrast is sharp: the risk of the alley, the lingering guilt about Yoohyeon, and the way Sohee is claiming you right now with her hand and her mouth. She kisses you deeper, stroking you more urgently, as if she’s determined to make sure you feel exactly who you belong to in this moment.

Sohee keeps stroking your cock with her fingers tight around you while you cup and squeeze her ass through the soft fabric of her pants. She leans in close, her lips brushing yours as she whispers into the kiss.

“You’re going to fuck my ass now… and you’re going to like it.”

The surge of dominance in her voice sends a hot rush through you. You’ve always found this side of her dangerously attractive. The way she gets possessive and demanding when jealousy takes over. You remember how she rode your cock out of anger for Yoohyeon’s ex. You decide to push back a little, just to see what she’ll do.

“And what if I just want your pussy?”

You murmur against her mouth.

“What are you going to do about that?”

Sohee doesn’t pull away. She keeps kissing you for another moment, slower now, before answering.

“You don’t deserve my pussy. Not after Yoohyeon was probably touching your cock tonight.”

Her hand tightens around your shaft.

“You have to fuck my ass first. Clean yourself of her. Then… maybe I’ll consider letting you have my pussy.”

She bites your lower lip hard, punctuating the words. You push her back against the brick wall, pinning her there with your body. Your voice comes out rougher than before.

“If that’s really what you want… then you’re going to get it right now. Raw. No lube.”

You expect her to hesitate. To soften. To maybe pull back from this dangerous game. You’re aware that she won’t have any lube on her either. But instead, Sohee bites your lip again, harder this time, and looks you dead in the eyes.

“Do your worst.”

The last thread of restraint breaks. You bite her back - a sharp scrape of teeth - before spinning her around by the hips and pushing her firmly against the wall. Her hands come up to brace against the brick as you press in behind her, one hand already working to tug her red pants down over the curve of her ass. You can’t help but admire its shape as you struggle to peel it off her in one go. But eventually, the cool night air hits her newly exposed skin, and you can feel the heat radiating off her as she pushes back against you, still every bit as determined as she was a moment ago. You grab two handfuls of Sohee’s newly exposed ass, groping the soft flesh. The sudden contact makes her gasp involuntarily.

“Put it in already.”

She hisses over her shoulder with impatience and lingering jealousy.

“Or do I have to do everything myself?”

You answer with a harsh spank that lands sharply across one cheek. The sound echoes faintly in the alley. Before she can snap back at you, you reach around and push two fingers firmly into her mouth. Sohee barely has time to make a sound of protest. She knows exactly what the fingers are for. After a brief second of resistance, she starts working her tongue around them, coating them thoroughly with spit. You push them a little deeper than necessary, enough to make her gag around your fingers, just to remind her who’s setting the pace right now. When you finally pull them free, a string of saliva connects your fingers to her lips for a moment. Sohee coughs once and glares back at you.

“You’re such an ass…”

You ignore the complaint and stroke your cock a few times, spreading her spit along the length until it’s slick enough. The cool air of the alley contrasts with the heat building between you.

“Maybe Yoohyeon could get me wet properly.”

You tease.

“If all you’re going to do is complain.”

The second the words leave your mouth, she pushes her ass back against you hard, seeking contact, as if trying to erase the mention of her cousin entirely.

“The only place your cock belongs is in my ass.”

She snaps, but there’s a slight catch in her voice. Just enough to show the threat landed. The jealousy is still burning in her, but now it’s mixed with something sharper, more desperate to prove her claim on you right here against the wall.

You spread Sohee’s ass cheeks apart with both hands, exposing her tight hole to the cool night air. Your spit-slick cock presses against her entrance as you try to push forward. The lack of real lube makes it difficult. The first attempt fails. The head of your cock slips instead of pressing in. You adjust the angle and try again, applying steady pressure. The second attempt still isn’t enough. On the third try, with more focused force, the tip finally pushes past the tight ring of muscle.

Sohee’s breath catches sharply. You force yourself to go slow, not wanting to hurt her even with the tension still thick between you. The squeeze around your cock is intense. It’s hot, dry, suffocating and almost painfully tight. Sohee breathes through it in controlled, measured exhales. You can tell she’s struggling with the stretch, her shoulders tense, but she doesn’t complain. She just takes it. Eventually you sink all the way in, burying yourself to the hilt. Her firm cheeks press flush against your hips.

“Fuck…”

You exhale, the word leaving you in a rough breath as her ass clenches tightly around every inch of you. Sohee turns her head. There’s a challenging little edge in her voice even now.

“Forgot her already?”

She teases and cheekily wiggles her ass against you. The small movement sends a jolt through both of you. You both groan at the same time. The friction is sharp and overwhelming without proper slickness. You pull back slowly, feeling every tight inch of her dragging along your cock, before pushing back in with a controlled thrust. The alley stays quiet except for the sound of your breathing and the soft, strained noises Sohee makes as she takes you. You keep moving inside her, but the lack of lube forces every thrust to stay slow and careful. There’s no way to fuck her as hard or as deep as the raw jealousy from earlier demanded. Each time you push back in, you have to ease yourself forward, feeling every tight moment of her stretch around you. The friction is intense — almost too much, and it keeps both of you from losing control completely.

It’s a strange mix. The anger is still there, simmering under the surface, but the careful pace softens it. What started as a heated, possessive claim in the alley begins to feel more intimate with every measured stroke. You can feel the tension in Sohee’s body gradually loosening. Her breathing, which had been sharp and defiant, starts to even out. Your own frustration dulls into something heavier and quieter. You lean in closer, one hand still gripping her hip while the other braces against the wall beside her head.

“Still think I need to be reminded who number one is?”

Sohee lets out a soft, breathy sound that isn’t quite a laugh. She pushes back against you just enough to meet your next slow thrust.

“Maybe.”

She murmurs.

“You’re being awfully gentle for someone who was talking big a minute ago.”

There’s still a hint of challenge in her tone, but the fire behind it has died down. The words don’t cut the way they did earlier. They feel more like habit now. The last embers of the argument rather than fresh fuel.

You roll your hips forward again, burying yourself deep and staying there for a moment. The tight heat of her ass squeezes around you, and both of you go quiet at the feeling. When you finally start moving again, it’s with the same restrained rhythm, the kind that forces you to feel everything instead of just taking what you want. Sohee’s forehead rests against the brick wall. Her earlier anger has mostly drained away, replaced by something more complicated. You can feel it in the way she no longer tries to provoke you as sharply, and in the way your own need to prove a point has faded into simply staying close to her like this.

“You’ve got a pretty big mouth yourself. Especially when you’re trying to put me in my place.”

Sohee lets out a quiet huff that almost turns into a laugh. She pushes back against you just enough to meet your next shallow thrust.

“At least I know how to use mine.”

She shoots back, but at this point it’s just playful banter.

“You’re the one who keeps talking instead of moving.”

You give her hip a light squeeze and roll forward again, burying yourself a little deeper before pulling back just as slowly. The lack of lube still forces the pace to stay measured. The earlier anger has mostly burned itself out, leaving only this strange, intimate friction between you.

“I’m moving. Just not the way you were hoping for when you dragged me back here.”

Sohee turns her head, enough for you to catch the faint curve of a smirk at the corner of her mouth.

“Who says I was hoping for rough? Maybe I just wanted to remind you who you belong to… slowly.”

You keep your pace steady for another moment, still careful with the lack of lube.

“I’m only going slow because I have to.”

You tell her, lips against her ear.

“Until I’ve loosened you up a little.”

Sohee lets out a short laugh, almost a snort.

“You couldn’t fuck me properly even if you tried.”

That earns a response. You start moving a little faster, the strokes still controlled but with more weight behind them. The tight drag of her ass around your mostly dry cock is deep, but you push through it.

“I just wanted to be careful with you.”

Sohee starts to laugh again, but the sound cuts off halfway, turning into something between a moan of pleasure and a grunt of pain as you sink deeper on the next thrust. She has to press the words out, her voice strained and mocking at the same time.

“What a… gentleman…”

You increase the force of your thrusts, hips meeting her ass with sharper impacts now. The alley fills with the quiet, wet-dry sound of you working your way deeper into her.

“I just want to be a good boyfriend.”

The words come out almost innocently even as you drive into her harder. Sohee can’t manage a proper answer this time. All that leaves her is a broken mewl, her forehead pressing against the brick wall as her body takes the stronger rhythm.

By now you’re fucking her properly. Even without lube, your cock is rearranging her insides with every stroke. The tight, gripping heat of her ass forces her to feel every ridge and every inch as you push in and pull back. Her earlier bravado has melted into shaky breaths and soft, involuntary sounds. You can feel how full she is, how the lack of slickness makes every movement sharper and more overwhelming for her. Your hands stay firm on her hips as you keep going, the pace no longer careful. Just steady, deep, and relentless, making sure she feels exactly who she’s dealing with right now. The earlier restraint you had is gone. Now you’re not just fucking, but pounding her, hips snapping forward as she takes all of you.

A sudden car horn blares in the distance, loud enough to cut through the haze. The sound snaps you back to reality for a second. You’re still in an alley. Anyone could walk past the entrance. The risk of being overheard or seen is real.

You react with your hand coming up and covering Sohee’s mouth, muffling the sounds she’s been making. She moans into your palm, the vibration warm against your skin as you keep fucking her without slowing down. Your other hand stays locked on her hip, holding her in place as you drive deeper.

You lean in close, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Just in case, hm?”

You whisper.

Sohee’s response is another muffled moan against your hand. Her earlier defiance has melted into pure need. After a moment, her hands leave the brick wall. She reaches back, grabs both of her own ass cheeks, and spreads them open for you, offering herself completely, silently asking you to push even deeper.

The invitation is clear and you take it, adjusting the angle and burying yourself to the hilt with every thrust. The new depth makes her tremble against you, her muffled sounds growing more desperate as you fuck her harder into the wall, her spread cheeks letting you sink as far as her body will allow. You keep driving into Sohee without mercy, the tight heat of her ass stretched wide around your cock. Every push pushes deeper, forcing her open, the dry friction making the stretch even more extreme. You’re gaping her, ruining the tight ring of muscle with each heavy stroke as her body struggles to take it.

Your hand stays firmly over her mouth. The sounds she makes come out muffled as broken moans, sharp gasps and the occasional attempt at words that never quite form. You don’t catch any of them. Your focus is locked on the way her ass clenches and yields around you, on how completely you’re taking her against the wall.

The pleasure builds fast. You’re starting to lose yourself in the overwhelming tightness, hips snapping forward harder, chasing that edge-

“What-!”

Your name cuts through the air. You jump hard at the sound. The abrupt movement driving you even deeper into Sohee for a split second. Her eyes roll back at the unexpected jolt, a long, muffled cry vibrating against your palm as her body shudders.

You look up. Yoohyeon is standing a few meters away at the mouth of the alley. She’s wearing her jacket over the black dress, arms loosely crossed. Her expression is complicated. Hurt is clear in her eyes, but underneath it there’s also a flush of reluctant arousal as she takes in the sight of you buried to the hilt in Sohee’s ass, hand still covering her cousin’s mouth.

Guilt hits you immediately. You completely forgot about her. Left her alone in the restaurant. And now she’s seeing this. You open your mouth to say something - an apology, an explanation, anything - but before the words can form, Yoohyeon’s expression shifts. She pulls herself together. The hurt doesn’t fully disappear, but something steadier settles over it. A quiet, resigned determination. You can almost see the thought pass through her mind: this kind of thing is going to happen anyway in a relationship like yours. She might as well stop standing on the outside of it.

Yoohyeon walks the rest of the way up to the two of you without any more hesitation. You’re still buried deep inside Sohee, one hand covering her mouth, the other gripping her hip. She reaches up, cups the back of your neck, and pulls you down into a deep kiss. Her lips are soft and warm, the kiss slow and full of feeling. For a brief second the rest of the alley fades. You forget about Sohee still trembling against the wall, forget the risk, forget the complicated mess of jealousy and need. There’s only the way Yoohyeon kisses you. Like she’s choosing to stay instead of walking away.

When she finally pulls back, her eyes are dark with a mix of emotion and quiet heat.

“Want me to lube you up a little?”

She asks, almost teasing.

“Sohee looks like she’s about to pass out.”

Sohee makes a muffled sound of protest behind your hand, but you don’t let her speak. The complaint dies against your palm. Yoohyeon moves closer and carefully helps you pull out of Sohee’s stretched, gaping ass. The sudden emptiness makes Sohee shiver. Yoohyeon then sinks down into a squat right in front of you, looking up at your messy cock with a small smile.

“She must be a really greedy girlfriend. Taking you in her ass raw like that.”

You hesitate for a moment, the guilt still lingering. But the playfulness in her voice - the way she’s choosing to lean into this instead of letting it break something - makes the weight on your chest ease a little. You look down at her and manage a rough joke.

“Then be a helpful girlfriend and get it wet for me.”

Yoohyeon’s eyes flick up to yours. Without another word, she leans in, parts her lips, and takes your cock into her mouth. The heat of her tongue and the soft suction make your head spin, cleaning and wetting you as she starts to suck with slow attention right there in the alley while Sohee watches from against the wall.

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Yoohyeon is the one pressed against the wall now. She’s slightly bent forward, hands braced on the brick, her jacket hanging open and her black dress pushed up around her waist. You’re behind her, fucking her pussy with deep, steady thrusts. One of your hands is clamped firmly over her mouth. She’s even louder than Sohee was. Every moan and whimper spill out of her hotter and less controlled. The muffled sounds vibrate against your palm as you drive into her from behind. Sohee stands right beside the two of you, watching with dark eyes. She’s still half-dressed, her red pants around her thighs, one hand between her legs as she plays with her own pussy. Her other hand reaches over to help you, fingers digging into Yoohyeon’s ass cheek and pulling it aside so you can sink even deeper.

“Look at her.”

Sohee as she watches her cousin take your cock.

“She’s so much louder than I was. You must be hitting something good.”

You thrust harder in response, the wet sound of your cock sliding in and out of Yoohyeon’s pussy filling the narrow alley. Yoohyeon’s eyes flutter, another broken moan trapped against your hand. Sohee leans in a little closer, still rubbing herself as she continues.

“Harder.”

She urges, almost sweetly.

“She can take it. Go on - fuck her properly. I want to see her legs shake.”

Her fingers tighten on Yoohyeon’s ass, spreading her open further for you. You take the invitation, snapping your hips forward with more force. Yoohyeon’s body jolts against the wall, her muffled cries growing higher as you rail her from behind while Sohee watches and touches herself right next to you. You give Yoohyeon a few more brutal thrusts, deep and hard enough to force her forward until she’s nearly flattened against the wall. Her muffled cries do nothing against your hand as her legs tremble. By the time you slow down, she’s sunk into the brick, breathing hard, thoroughly wrecked and exhausted.

Sohee reaches between you and carefully pulls your cock free from Yoohyeon’s soaked pussy. The sudden emptiness makes Yoohyeon whimper. Your shaft is glistening with her slick, far wetter than it was earlier.

“You should try her ass again. Now that her pussy’s gotten you nice and wet. She might actually be able to take it this time.”

You hesitate. Earlier, even with her own spit, Yoohyeon had struggled to take more than a little of you without proper lube. The memory of how tightly she clenched, how carefully you’d had to move, makes you pause. But Sohee’s eyes are full of challenge. The way she’s looking at you, expectant, even a little wicked, pushes past the hesitation.

“…Alright.”

Yoohyeon braces herself against the wall again, still shaky but nodding weakly. You step in close behind her and align the slick head of your cock with her tight asshole. Sohee moves in immediately, using both hands to help, one spreading Yoohyeon’s cheek, the other guiding your shaft and applying steady pressure.

The first attempt fails. The second only manages a shallow press before slipping. The third gets the tip partially against her entrance, but her body still resists. Minutes stretch as the three of you work at it, Sohee murmuring quiet encouragement while you keep the pressure controlled and patient. Yoohyeon’s breathing stays tight and focused. On the fourth try, with Sohee firmly helping push forward, the slick head of your cock finally breaches the tight ring of muscle.

Just the tip slips inside. Yoohyeon lets out a long, strained sound against your hand, her body tensing hard around the sudden intrusion. You freeze there, only the head of your cock buried in her ass, giving her time to adjust while Sohee keeps her spread open for you.

“You have no idea how hot this is. Holding her open like this… watching you try to force your way into my cousin’s ass. It’s so fucking hot.”

Before you can answer, she captures your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue slides against yours while her fingers dig into Yoohyeon’s soft flesh. You kiss her back just as deeply, the filthy intimacy of the moment making your cock throb inside the tight ring of muscle you’re slowly trying to stretch.

You keep pushing forward with careful, steady pressure. Yoohyeon’s ass is unforgiving. Even with the slick from her pussy coating your shaft, the lack of real lube makes every millimeter a fight. Her body resists far more than Sohee’s ever did. You sink in slowly - a quarter of the way, then a little more - feeling the intense heat and the way her walls clamp down around you. When you’re about halfway inside her, Yoohyeon suddenly bites down on your palm.

It’s clear that that’s her limit. You freeze immediately. Unlike Sohee, who could take the stretch with little more than determination and spit, Yoohyeon doesn’t have the same experience with anal. Without proper lube, halfway is clearly as far as her body is willing to go right now. You carefully pull back, sliding out until just the tip of your cock remains inside her tight hole. Yoohyeon’s breathing is shaky against your hand, her body still tense. After giving her a moment, you push forward again, but this time you stop well before the previous depth, staying strictly within the limit she set with that bite.

The shallow strokes are still severely tight. Every small movement makes her tremble. Sohee keeps her spread open the entire time, watching with fascinated eyes as you fuck just the entrance of her cousin’s ass with short, controlled thrusts, never forcing past what Yoohyeon can take.

You do your best to make it good for her anyway. Your free hand stays firm on her hip, guiding the angle, while your other hand remains sealed tightly over her mouth. Yoohyeon’s moans and gasps stay muffled against your palm, her body trembling as she takes what she can. Each time you sink in up to that halfway point and pull back, her legs shake a little more. Sohee stays right beside you, still holding one of her cousin’s cheeks spread open. Every so often she leans down, gathers a thick string of saliva on her tongue, and lets it drip slowly onto the exposed base of your cock. The spit slides down your shaft and toward the tight seal of Yoohyeon’s ass, offering just a little more slickness with each drop. It helps, but only barely.

You keep the rhythm steady and controlled, fucking just the entrance of her unforgiving hole while Sohee continues to drip more saliva onto you between thrusts. Yoohyeon’s muffled sounds grow wetter and more desperate against your hand, her body caught between the overwhelming stretch and the careful way you’re handling her.

The three of you have moved deeper into the alley, where a few discarded wooden boxes sit against the wall. You’ve stacked and arranged them as best you can. Now, you’re balancing carefully on top of one box. Yoohyeon stands on the other two, legs spread wide. Sohee is pressed against the wall in front of her, and Yoohyeon leans slightly over her cousin’s back. The position lines all four of their holes up almost perfectly, two tight asses and two wet pussies stacked within easy reach of your cock.

Yoohyeon’s black panties have been pulled off and stuffed into Sohee’s mouth, muffling her effectively. Your hand remains firmly over Yoohyeon’s lips, keeping her own louder moans trapped against your palm. From this height you can switch between them however you want. You’re fucking Yoohyeon’s ass, pushing the head of your cock into that tight hole and giving her a few careful thrusts. Then you pull out, shift lower, and sink into Sohee’s ass instead, fucking her with deeper strokes while she moans around the makeshift gag. After a few thrusts you move again, dipping down into Yoohyeon’s soaked pussy just long enough to coat your cock in her juices, then you push back into one of their asses with the added slickness.

You keep the pattern going. A few thrusts in Yoohyeon’s ass. A few in Sohee’s. A quick dip into one of their pussies for whatever wetness you can steal. Then back to stretching their tightest holes again. Sohee’s muffled sounds vibrate around the panties in her mouth every time you bury yourself in her. Yoohyeon’s moans stay sealed under your hand, her body trembling as she tries to hold the wide stance on the boxes while you switch between them. The poor excuse for lubrication from their pussies helps only a little, but it’s enough to let you keep moving from one hole to the next without stopping.

When you push down into Sohee’s ass at this angle because of your slight elevation compared to her, the depth changes. Every so often you sink too far and the head of your cock presses against her cervix through the thin wall. Each time it happens she jolts hard, a sharp, muffled cry tearing out of her around Yoohyeon’s panties. Her body clenches tight around you. You pull back, shift upward, and drive into Yoohyeon’s ass instead for a few strokes before dropping down again. Their holes stay lined up perfectly, letting you move from one to the next without losing rhythm. The stolen wetness from their pussies helps just enough to keep going, but both of their asses remain punishingly tight, making your orgasm slowly starting to build. The heat coils low in your stomach, heavier with every thrust. At the same time a quiet guilt settles in your chest. The alley, the boxes, the way you’re using them one after another, it all feels rougher and more one-sided than you meant it to be. You know the position and the environment are doing more for you than for them. Part of you wants to slow down, to focus on making them cum properly, to give them more than just this frantic, hungry fucking.

But their asses keep pulling that thought apart. Every time you sink into the tight heat of one of them, your mind goes blank again. The squeeze is too much. The way they take you - Sohee shaking when you hit too deep, Yoohyeon trembling under your hand - makes it almost impossible to think about anything else. Your hips keep moving on their own, chasing the edge even as the guilt lingers.

You’re getting close now. The pressure builds with every switch between their holes.

“I’m gonna cum-”

You manage to get out.

For a split second you expect them to argue over it. To compete for where it should go. The jealousy between them has flared enough times that part of you braces for it. Instead, Sohee does the opposite. She lets Yoohyeon’s spit-soaked panties fall from her mouth and looks back at you over her shoulder.

“Hold on.”

The two of them move without needing to discuss it. Yoohyeon carefully steps down from the boxes, legs still shaky, and Sohee pushes off the wall. Together they drop into matching squats right in front of you, side by side, faces tilted up and waiting.

You’re left standing there, cock throbbing hard and slick as you wrap a hand around yourself and stroke slowly, forcing yourself to stay right on the edge. The sight of both of them kneeling like that - flushed, messy, slightly cock drunk, looking up at you - nearly pushes you over.

Yoohyeon parts her lips and sticks her tongue out. Sohee holds your gaze and gives you a small, teasing wink.

That’s all it takes. You stroke yourself faster and finally let go. The first thick rope of cum lands across Yoohyeon’s tongue and cheek. The next stripes Sohee’s face from cheek to lips. You keep cuming in heavy pulses, covering both of them - streaks across their noses, their mouths, their cheeks - until their faces are painted with it.

Yoohyeon stays still with her tongue out, letting it land where it will. Sohee watches you the entire time, taking every drop that hits her with that same quiet, satisfied expression. When the last of it drips from the tip of your cock, both of them are left kneeling there, faces messy and glistening, looking up at you in the dim light.

Then, they lean in at the same time. Yoohyeon’s tongue is soft and careful as she licks the sensitive head of your cock clean. Sohee joins her, the two of them sharing the task without any hesitation. Their tongues brush against each other more than once while they work, and what starts as cleaning quickly turns into something else. Sohee tilts her head and kisses Yoohyeon deeply. You watch as they pass your cum between their mouths, strings of it connecting their lips when they briefly pull apart before diving back in. While they make out, each of them keeps one hand wrapped around your cock, stroking you together in lazy, coordinated movements. Their fingers overlap, warm and slick, keeping you semi-hard even after you’ve already finished.

Eventually they separate. Most of their faces are still covered in your cum. Streaks across their cheeks, under their eyes, on their chins. Neither of them seems in any hurry to wipe it away. Sohee is the first to stand. She straightens her red top as best she can and looks at the two of you with a seductive smile.

“We should continue this at home. After all… Yoohyeon still has to learn how to take your cock fully. Even without lube.”

Yoohyeon, still squatting, nods with clear excitement in her eyes. Her cheeks flush under the mess coating her face. You hesitate, glancing between them and gesturing vaguely at their cum-covered faces.

“What about… this?”

Sohee tilts her head, putting on an almost innocent expression.

“What about what?”

Yoohyeon giggles and looks up at you, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Don’t we look pretty?”

She teases.

Before you can answer, Sohee reaches down and takes Yoohyeon’s hand. The two of them stand together, fingers laced and start walking toward the mouth of the alley like nothing unusual has happened. They stay close, shoulders nearly brushing as they step back out toward the street.

She has been doing this for months. Teasing you on the set of the drama that features the two of you. Teasing you on variety show appearances after you admitted, red-faced, that you used to have a huge crush on her. Always promising to “teach you a thing or two,” always laughing when you got flustered, and never once actually touching you the way you wanted.

Tonight you decided you were done waiting. The door at the top of the stairs opens. Soft footsteps descend. Seolhyun appears in a sleek gray dress that hugs her beautiful curves. Her long dark hair falls over one shoulder, lips painted a soft rose. She stops two steps above you, looking down with that familiar mischievous smile.

“Waiting for me on dark stairwells now? What would the fans say if they knew their pure little actor was cornering his noona?”

You don’t answer with words. You reach up, take her hand, and pull her down until she’s standing right in front of you. Before she can tease you again, you guide her to her knees, hands on her naked shoulders, on the stair below you. Seolhyun’s eyes widen for a second, then that smile returns.

“Oh.”

She murmurs.

“So the baby finally grew some balls.”

She doesn’t resist when you free your cock. Her elegant fingers wrap around the base, stroking once, twice, as she looks up at you.

“You really have been thinking about this, haven’t you? Every time I sat next to you on set and crossed my legs… every time I leaned over your shoulder to look at the script…”

She leans in and drags the flat of her tongue up the underside of your shaft.

“Poor thing. So frustrated.”

Her lips part and she takes you into her warm mouth, sinking down slowly until her nose almost brushes your stomach. You groan, one hand bracing against the wall while the other threads into her hair. Seolhyun sucks with teasing pressure, pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head, then taking you deep again. She moans around you like she’s enjoying every second of your torment.

“Mmm…so hard for your noona.”

She says when she pulls off, stroking you with her hand.

“You know what else is soft and wet for you right now?”

She looks up, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“My sweet little pussy. It’s been aching all night just thinking about how you’d feel stretching it open. But you’re just going to stand there and let me suck you, aren’t you? Too shy to do anything else?”

Her constant teasing finally snaps something inside you.

You help her to her feet, spin her around, and press her face first against the wall of the stairwell. Seolhyun gasps, hands splaying against the concrete as you hike the skirt of her dress up over her hips. Just smooth, bare skin and a pair of soaked black lace panties that you yank down her thighs.

“Noona’s been talking so much about me…”

You mutter against her ear.

“But she’s dripping wet.”

You drop to your knees behind her, spread her cheeks with both hands, and bury your face between her legs. Your tongue drags slowly through her folds from her entrance all the way up to her clit. Seolhyun’s knees buckle. A broken, surprised moan echoes in the stairwell as you start eating her properly, licking, sucking, pushing your tongue inside her while your nose presses against her soft ass.

“Fuck-ah-!”

She pushes back against your mouth, voice suddenly losing that teasing lilt.

“You… you really are hungry for it, aren’t you?”

You don’t answer. You just keep devouring her, one hand reaching around to rub tight circles over her swollen clit while your tongue fucks into her. Seolhyun’s thighs start to tremble. Her polished fingers scrape against the wall. Soft, high-pitched whimpers spill from her lips every time you suck on her clit or curl your tongue just right.

“Don’t stop.”

The rest of Seolhyun’s composure starts cracking throughout the next couple of minutes. While your tongue and mouth devour her like you’re starving, your hands greedily explore her clothed body.

“Please… noona’s close…”

She gasps, unable to keep it together as you pay her back for teasing you for months. You keep going until her whole body seizes. Seolhyun cums hard against your mouth, thighs clamping around your head as a rush of wetness coats your tongue and chin. You lick her through it, gentling only when her legs start to shake too hard to hold her up.

You stand, wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, and grab your cock again. It’s throbbing, shiny with her earlier spit. You step closer, press the thick head against her soaked entrance, and feel her twitch. Seolhyun looks back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, lips parted, the teasing smile finally gone, replaced by pure need.

“Do it.”

She whispers.

“Show me how big that little crush of yours really is.”

You grip her hips, line yourself up, and push forward. Her tight cunt stretches around you, hot and fluttering, taking every inch until you’re buried to the hilt. Seolhyun’s head drops forward against the wall with a long, shaky moan.

“Fuck… so big…”

She breathes.

“Finally inside me...”

You stay there for a moment, savoring the way her walls tighten around you, the way her body trembles under your hands. Then you pull almost all the way out and drive back in, starting to fuck her properly against the stairwell wall with pressing, powerful strokes that make the soft flesh of her ass bounce with the impact. Seolhyun’s teasing is long gone. All that remains are the broken, needy sounds she makes as you finally take what she’s been dangling in front of you for months.

Jeongyeon

Jeongyeon lies beneath you, legs wrapped around your waist as you thrust into her. She's quieter than Nayeon and definitely Sana, only leating out a few sighs and moans here and there. When you push deep and release your load inside her for the first time, she freezes for a second, eyes going wide.

“Oh shit… I can really feel it."

She clenches instinctively around you, a surprised but pleased expression crossing her face.

“It’s so warm… and messy."

She says with a small laugh, pulling you closer. Jeongyeon shifts her hips experimentally, savoring the sensation.

“I didn’t expect it to feel this good.”

Her cheeks flush as more cum leaks out when you finally pull back. She reaches down curiously, touching the mess with honest fascination.

“We’re definitely doing this again. It feels… intimate.”

She kisses you afterwards, clearly satisfied. Jeongyeon is already thinking about the next time you will finish inside her.

Momo

Momo rides you, her tits swaying in the rhythm of her hips. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she moans into you ear.

"Do it, baby. Make me feel your cum."

When you grip her waist and shoot deep inside her for the first time, her rhythm falters as her eyes flutter.

“Ahh…just like that!”

She grinds down harder, milking every drop out of you with focused rolls of her hips.

“It feels so hot and full… I love it.”

She whispers, continuing to roll her hips even after you finish. Her body trembles with aftershocks as she stays seated, enjoying the warmth spreading inside her. Momo leans down, kissing you deeply while gently squeezing around you.

“More… I want you to fill me like this every time.”

She eventually lifts off, watching the creamy mess drip down with a satisfied smile. The experience clearly awakens something addictive in her.

Sana

Sana wraps her arms and legs around you. Your lips are locked with hers, kissing her to make sure she doesn't get too loud. Her moans and cries become louder as she feels you reaching your limit. Her limbs tighten around you further. When you finally cum deep inside her, flooding her for the first time, she lets out a long, delighted moan against your lips.

“Mmm… I can feel your seed flooding my tummy."

She purrs happily, eyes sparkling with affection. She clenches around you lovingly, savoring the warm rush.

“It’s so much… and so deep. I love it. I love your cum.”

Sana keeps you close, gently rocking her hips as if to keep every drop. She giggles, clearly thrilled by the new sensation.

“What is this called again?”

You hesitate, feeling a little awkward.

"A...a cream pie."

Sana laughs, one hand resting on her stomach.

"My new favorite type of pie."

"Do you want another one?"

Sana's face brightens, happy to respond to your teasing.

"Oh, yes. Two please, sir."

Jihyo

Jihyo holds you close as you thrust into her, making the wooden bar counter creak underneath her. She caresses your hair, her head thrown back as she enjoys your cock in her pussy and your mouth on her tits.

"Good boy...just like that..."

When you bury yourself deep in her cunt and start releasing thick ropes of cum inside her, she gasps, nails digging into your scalp.

“Oh god…yes, baby...”

Her voice trembles with pleasure. She wraps her legs tighter, holding you in place as you fill her.

“You're filling me up so good…pump all your cum into me.”

Jihyo’s body shudders through her own small orgasm as you finish, making her whine your name. You continue with your mouth sucking on her tits, making her gasp in pleasure. She stays still for a moment after calming down, her breathing heavy.

“That was really nice."

She sighs, then carefully pulls you off her tits and makes you look up at her. Her lips are brushing yours as she speaks.

"I want you to always finish inside me from now on. Okay?”

She kisses you tenderly. You can't help but wonder what her tits would feel like if you got her pregnant after cuming inside her.

Mina

Mina lies beneath you, soft, shy moans escaping her as you move together. She looks so elegant and sexy tonight, her naked shoulders marked with your earlier bites already. You can't help yourself when you feel a knot tightening in your stomach. You push deep into her wet pussy and cum inside her for the very first time. Her eyes widen and even that looks graceful. A quiet, surprised whimper leaves her lips.

“Ah…did you just..."

She trembles, eyes fluttering, feeling the warm rush deep inside. Mina clenches around you gently, savoring the realization of what just happened.

“It feels so full and warm… I really like it.”

She admits shyly, cheeks flushed. She keeps her legs wrapped around you, not wanting to let anything escape yet.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself."

You whisper, but Mina just smiles.

"I'm not complaining."

When you finally pull out, she glances down at the creamy evidence with fascinated eyes. She reaches down, almost on instinct, but hesitates midway as if she isn't sure about touching your cum trickling out of her pussy.

Dahyun

Dahyun giggles nervously at first as you thrust into her, clearly excited for her first cream pie. Her legs around your waist and her arms around your neck pull you in closer. When she feels your climax building, she gives you reassuring nods, face bright with encouragement. You push deep into her one last time and paint the walls of her pussy with a deep groan.

“Whoa-I can feel how warm it is!”

She exclaims, eyes wide with surprise and delight. She squirms happily underneath you, clearly enjoying the new sensation. But when you keep cuming with shallow weak thrusts, Dahyun lets out a heavy breath.

“It’s so much…it doesn't feel like that when I swallow."

She laughs, slightly awkward, then clenches around your cock experimentally. Dahyun’s curiosity takes over as she reaches down to feel the mess after you pull out.

“This is kinda fun… and naughty."

She says with a teasing smile, one finger scooping up a globe of cum that has escaped her pussy.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung moans as you fuck her from behind, one of your hands in her hair, the other on her waist.

"Please cum in me."

She gasps, her pussy tightening around you just at the thought.

"Is that what you wanted? Getting cream pied right before going on stage?"

"Yes, please. Do it...use me."

You cum hard inside her pussy with your hips flush against her ass. She arches her back with a pleased gasp, your hands still holding her in place.

“Yes… fill me up.”

Her encouragement is thick with lust. She loves the deep, warm feeling immediately, grinding against you to take everything that enters her body.

“Fuck, your cock really is pulsating…shooting all that hot cum into me..."

You were surprised earlier when she admitted to you that she fantasized about getting cream pied, but now it seems to make sense. Chaeyoung stays in place, your cock buried to the hilt inside her flooded pussy. She savors the feeling, until she remembers that the concert is about to start. She wiggles her ass one more time, making sure every last drop goes into her, before finally letting you pull out. She looks down at the dripping result as a few drops fall to the floor.

“That was perfect. Maybe we found our new pre concert ritual?"

Tzuyu

Tzuyu lies beneath you, her long limbs wrapped around your body.

"Are you sure about this?"

You ask her again, earning you a cute nod.

"Do it, baby. Breed me..."

You've never heard her say the these last two words, but they make you see red. You were going to make sure if she's save today or not but that's out the window now. Your pace picks up a little, your hands grabbing her waist tighter.

"Yes, that's it..."

Her voice rises in pitch, her eyes studying your reaction with a satisfied, horny glint.

"Put your cum in me please.."

She pulls your closer, her lips against yours as she whispers.

"Breed me..."

You finally release your cum with a deep thrust and groan, flooding her insides. She lets out a soft, elegant gasp, her eyes fluttering at the feeling of your seed reaching her womb.

“Oh wow...damn, that feels good.”

She whines against your lips holding you close, enjoying the full, intimate sensation of her boody accepting your cum. Tzuyu clenches gently around you, savoring every second, making sure that you're fully spent.

“I like this feeling a lot.”

She seems to have been at the Hungarian GP. Now I already have one or several possible locations (the track, the paddock, the pit lane, the place right there in the first picture, the hotel before/after the race). Next you need more characters if you don't want a complete solo story. For me that'd be a male reader. Who is he? (Driver, Mechanic, Team principal, staff, her manager, press, a viewer) What's their relationship? (strangers, in love, in a relationship, married, friends). I will go with the reader being a driver and them being in a secret relationship. Now, how much you expand on his background or how they met or whatever is up to you. If I want to get straight to the smut part, I'd just mention that they're together and he's a driver and that's it. After that, we need to have some structure/plot. You need a start, climax, finish. And you need a style in which you want to write Since race day is the perfect set up, let's go with the start of the race being the beginning of the story. Now, I have different options on how to continue. I'd like to highlight the rollercoaster of emotions Yuri would experience watching her boyfriend drive (excitement, pride, admiration, worry, unrest, fear). You can achieve this through several directions with her expressing those to him after the race for example, but always remember when writing: "Show, don't tell!". That means I should at least have one scene where she might watch him overtake another car, afraid he might get hit, or loose control, that he might crash, but then pround and happy when he passes, then again worry and unrest for the next car ahead and so on. I sometimes like to experienc, so I'll go in a more interesting direction in terms of storyline, especially since it fits the theme so well. So I choose the start of the race as the beginning of the story and the end of the race as the end of the story. That means the story is basically the entirety of the race. That's now the framework. You might now wonder, where the smut part comes in? That's what I meant with experimenting. To highlight Yuri's constantly changing emotions we can amplify that rollercoaster feeling by playing with time skips and loaction changes rather quickly and we can also find similarities between a race and the act of sex. So this is the rough outline of the plot of my Yuri idea:

Race about to start with Yuri watching(worry/excitement) - their shared hotel room, waking up and cuddling(worry/excitement/loving) - lights go out, cars start moving, overtakes(fear/adrenaline) - their shared hotel room, both got dressed but the reader can't keep his hands off her and so the scene starts with them making out with him pressing her against the door, he feels her usual uneasiness before a race(shows they've been together for a moment), he comforts her while he undoes her pants and then his own(adrenaline/excitement/uneasiness) - first lap chaos, car spins, first DNF already(haven't watched the race, just making shit up)(fear/adrenaline/worry) - in their hotel room, the reader fucking Yuri against the door, her nails digging into his back not wanting to let him go, legs around his waist(adrenaline/pleasure/worry) - reader overtakes someone(fear/adrenaline/worry) - sex comes to and end with him cuming inside her, kissing, whispering he loves her and stuff(adrenaline/pleasure/satisfaction/reassurance) - reader finishes overtake without complications(relief/pride) - before the race, Yuri watches the reader from afar (secret relationship), loves how sexy he looks in a racing suit and concentrating etc., decides to spice things up and surprises him in his room, making out, bonding(attraction/pride/adrenaline/excitement) - from here on out I can continue switching back and forth between Yuri watching the race and them fucking right before the race, maybe even the day before after qualifying in the hotel, if you wanna be kinky you could even do it in the pit lane or out on track when noboy is there.

So that's your story with plot and characters and a contious theme and everything. For the climax, you can opt for different overall themes of the story. You can go with him crashing(fear/worry) or a literal climax with either or both of them cuming(pleasure) or even them getting caught if you have them fucking in his room or somewhere open(shame/excitement). For the ending, it should reflect the climax to some degree if possible. He could win the race would work really well with them having loving, sweet sex the night before the race. If the climax is him crashing, you can Yuri rush to him, not caring about rumors etc.. You can also just focus on the sex part of the story and end with Yuri and him fucking inside his normal car, laughing and a bit embarassed after getting caught doing it in the pit lane.

Of course you also don't have to make it that complicated at all. I could've just gone with the race start at the beginning and then skip to the finish and then have the rest of the story be them fucking, maybe first right after the race and then again in the hotel. You could also not focus on the race but on qualifying or practice, making sneaking around the circiut a bit easier.

So yeah, I hope that helped you with your troubles about coming up with plot ideas and a theme. Sorry if it was toodetailed, but I wanted to kinda give you a "blueprint" instead of just random ideas for a story. To sum it up, if you have no clue at all, the easiest way to go about it is choose a (set of) pictures and ask yourself questions that you have and which the readers might have.

In terms of personality and characters, writing fanfic is amazing, because you actually have a base idea of who your chracter is. You don't need to make up Yuri. You can watch interviews with her, variety shows and just content in general. Of course some stuff like sex you'll never know how she really is obviously, so you have to use your imagination there. But because none of the reader's know this either you can do whatever you like. You should try to make it fit the overall theme of the story though. In my case, it wouldn't make sense for Yuri to be dominating the reader in bed and having control. It's actually all about her having not control. So yeah, easiest way to write someone as accurate as püossible, just consume their content.

After rereading your ask, it sound like you want to write a story with all members at once? If not, ignore this, if yes, then of course you have a lot of work to do. But you can simplify it by using the same blueprint as before, for each member indiviually. If you want to go for some crazy love...nonagon, you can look for each member's pictures individually, go through the questions for each member and then you can kinda lead the individual strings towars one main red line. If you wanna go for a reverse ganbang(yes please) it'd maybe make sense to look for pictures with all of them together, but that might limit the possible themes to their performances or something special like a birthday party. If you want it to happen on a random Friday at the company during a casual meeting with the member, individual photos can be the way.

Of course you also do not need to use pictures for story ideas/outfits, but it really helps you come up with something.