bockhyun

You hadn't really seen him for the rest of the night. Any time the two of you would end up in the same room, there would be an exchange of stolen glances between you. You would shyly smile at him if you already saw him looking at you or nervously look away when he caught you first. 

Disappointingly enough, you didn't actually talk to Jeno after the first encounter. 

But Haechan begged you to stay the night with the promise of buying you breakfast tomorrow morning. And it wasn't until the last few people were leaving the party did you speak to Jeno again. 

You were helping clean up the aftermath, picking up half drank beers and empty plastic cups scattered all over the living room. 

"I didn't think you'd still be here." Jeno's voice got your attention.

"Hyuck asked me to stay the night, so.." 

"You two are close?" he inquires while helping you.

"Yeah," you answer, "But we're just friends," you quickly clarify. 

"Good to know," he softly smiled. "But if you are a guest then," he takes the trash bag from you, "why are you cleaning?"

"I hate the mess," you shrug. 

This started a conversation between the two of you and, next thing you know, it's 1 am.

"and Hyuck tried to dye his hair himself," jeno continued to tell a story from the boys' school days, "he came to school the next day with no hair," 

You couldn't contain your laughter anymore. 

"Please tell me you have a picture," you wipe away a tear. 

He pulled out his phone and showed you a picture of a few of the boys standing side by side with shaved heads. 

"But we shaved our heads too so he wouldn't be made fun of," Jeno smiles at the memory. 

Your heart swells, "You guys were so cute." 

"Ouch. Were?"

"I mean, you still are. Not cute I just mean attractive. I'm not saying you aren't cute- let me stop," you fail to save yourself from the embarrassment. Jeno just laughs. "I'm so bad at this. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I think it's cute," Jeno puts emphasis on the last word, making you smile.

Jeno couldn't stop himself from looking down at your lips and the way you nervously tugged your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Your eyes widen when you feel Jeno's lips pressed against yours. But it stopped just as quickly as it started.

"I'm sorry. I-" you don't let Jeno finish apologizing. This time you initiated the kiss. 

You threaded your fingers in the short hairs at the nape of his neck as Jeno snaked his arms around you. You hummed into his mouth when he pulled you on top of him. 

It wasn't until you heard the voices of Jisung and Chenle in the kitchen, did you guys pull away from each other breathlessly. 

The two boys come into the living room, seeing you both sitting on opposites ends of the couch. There are glances exchanged between the four of you. But you didn't allow either of them to question why you're out of breath or why Jeno's hair is a little messed up. 

"Goodnight," you say to Jeno as you leave the room. You say the same two the other two boys before making a beeline for Haechan's room. 

"What's up with you?" Haechan asks once he sees your flushed face 

"Nothing."

"What's got you all hot and bothered?" he teases.

"Fuck off," you grumble, "I'm going to take a shower." 

Haechan said something else about you taking time to blow off some steam, and you flipped him off as you left the room. 

You thought the warm water running down your body would be able to stop the thoughts of Jeno from racing through your mind. But all you could think about was how his lips felt soft against yours.

You were walking back to Haechan's room, still thinking about how Jeno's calloused hands felt on your skin. The sound of a door opening snapped you out of your thoughts.

Jeno stood in the doorway of his room and looked you up and down. Seeing you in an old t-shirt of Haechan's and shorts that don't leave much to the imagination wasn't how Jeno thought seeing you again would go. You, on the other hand, were unable to tear your eyes away from Jeno's bare chest. 

He really just walks around looking this good?? and it's legal??

Jeno didn't think twice about pulling you into his room and crashing his lips into yours. Your back hits the door with a soft thud. 

His hands gripped the back of your thighs and hoisted you off the ground. Your knees lock on either side of Jeno's hips, and the kiss becomes heated quickly. 

He began walking towards his bed, and your back hit the mattress without your lips leaving each other. Jeno's hand slipped under your shirt, squeezing your sides as you nipped his bottom lip. His hands continued to roam over your skin until his hands cupped your boobs. You moaned into his mouth when he swiped his thumb over one of your nipples.

Jeno began leaving kisses down your neck, nipping your skin just to pull little whines and mewls from you. He lifted your shirt and continued to knead your tits in his hands as he placed kisses on the valley of your breasts.

His kisses trailed further down your body until he placed one more on your navel. Jeno looks up through hooded eyes to see you breathlessly waiting for what he's going to do next.

Jeno smirked as he hooked his fingers in the band of your underwear and peeled it off your body. Jeno groaned and let out a low curse when he saw the string of your slick clinging to your panties. Jeno pushed your legs back, so your knees were pressed to your chest, and held your ankles together with one hand.

"My God, princess, you're so nice and wet for me." you could hear the smile in his voice. You squirmed and tried to close your legs together for some relief, but he never let up on the grip he had on your legs.

Jeno spread your lips with his other hand and lightly blew on your soaking pussy. You squirmed even more and whined out for him. Jeno's tongue ran between your folds, licking up your arousal and humming at the taste.

"you taste so good, baby." he stood. Jeno wanted to see the way your face contorted as you got lost in the pleasure as he slid two of his fingers inside of you. "I can't wait to bury my cock in your tight little cunt."

You grabbed his arm as his fingers scissored against your walls. You threw your head back, and your moans were music to his ears. 

"J-Jeno, I'm gon-" he thought it was so cute you couldn't finish a sentence because of the way his fingers hit your sweet spot.

"let me feel you come around my fingers, princess," he whispered while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit

Your thighs started shaking from the intense pleasure of your orgasm. Your eyes fluttered open to see Jeno standing in front of you, beginning to remove his sweatpants.

Jeno wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. You swallowed all the salvia that gathered up in your mouth when you saw his cock slap against his abdomen, springing free from its confinements. Your eyes watched his skilled fingers as he tore the condom with his teeth.

Your hips lifted off the bed when his thick cock parted your lips, and the angry red tip bumped against your clit.

"you ready for my cock, baby?" he asks.

You nodded your head and rested your hands on his shoulders.

Jeno thought you looked so adorable with your swollen lips and eyes blown with lust, ready for him to fill you up. He definitely was thinking about properly asking you out after this. But right now, he needed to be inside of you.

Your walls fluttered around his cock once he slowly slid inside of you.

"oh my—fuck, you feel so good." jeno grunted.

You're glad you already removed your makeup with the way tears welled up in your eyes from the stretch of Jeno's cock. Your fingers found his hair again and pulled when his hips met yours.

He grabbed your leg and hooked your knee around his waist as he began rocking his hips into yours.

"Aah, Jeno, that's it," you arched your back off the bed and pressed your chest to his.

Jeno attached his lips to your neck again when your head lulled to the side, leaving what would be bruises by morning all over your skin. Your fingernails left red streaks all down Jeno's back, and he fucked you harder at the bearable pain you were inflicting.

"I want you to know, I don't usually do this," he grunted. "When I first saw you in that little dress of yours, I was barely able to handle being in the same room as you~fuck," you couldn't help but clench his cock as you heard his words. "But then, seeing you now in those sorry excuse of shorts, I couldn't resist." 

"J-Jeno, please~" you whimper

"You gonna come for me, pretty girl?"

"y-yes," you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening

"That's it, baby. Just like that," Jeno's hands fell between your bodies and rubbed your clit.

Your thighs tensed around Jeno's torso, as your eyes were shut so tight you were seeing stars.

"f-ffuck, I'm coming," your nails dug into Jeno's shoulders. He thrust into you harder, chasing his own high. 

You knew you would wake up tomorrow with bruises from Jeno's fingers digging into your skin so deliciously. 

"Ah, shit," he hissed. His hips snapped against yours as spurts of his come filled the condom. 

Jeno dropped his head to the crook of your neck, and you sighed. He rolled off of you and onto the bed next to you. The both of you stared up at the ceiling, trying to steady your uneven breaths. 

"The next time this happens, I want to at least take you out first," Jeno says, and you laugh.

You got giddy hearing him say next time. 

"I would really like that."

"Then it's a date." he pecked your lips. 

He was the first to get up, only to dispose of the condom in the trash. Jeno came back to find you redressing yourself in those shorts he had so much to say about earlier and Haechan's shirt. He snatched the shirt from your grasp and replaced it with one he had just lying in around. Jeno knew you were just borrowing it for the night, but he wanted to see you wearing his clothes instead. 

You left his room with one last kiss. Because as much as you wanted to stay, you were afraid Haechan's gonna be suspicious of this mysteriously long shower you're taking. You froze when you saw someone standing in the hallway watching as you left Jeno's room.

Mark stood there with his mouth gaped open upon seeing you kiss Jeno. 

"Oh my god-" his voice was almost loud enough to wake those who were sleeping.

You tried to hush him, but Mark couldn't contain his excitement. 

"Mark, relax." you try to stop his rambling

"Okay, okay, but it's you and Jeno. I didn't think it would actually work-" Mark stops himself, but the words had already come out. 

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Mark..."

"Would you look at the time-" he looked at his nonexistent watch, trying to find a way out of this. 

"Did you guys try to set us up?" you ask.

"Wha-n-no. I didn't say that." Mark nervously answered. But the way you had your arms crossed over your chest like a parent made Mark confess. "Fine! We did. I mean, we tried. It just didn't go as planned."

"I can't believe you guys," you laughed. 

"But it looks like you two took things into your own hands. So our work here is done." Mark smiled proudly, walking to his room. 

When you got to Haechan's room, you laid in bed next to him. he was softly snoring, but you knew he wasn't actually sleeping. So you ask,

"You gonna tell me about this master plan you had to set me up with Jeno?"

The first thought you had was how annoying it was going to be all cramped up in an SUV with 7 men for a long trip to the hotel. You were looking so forward to spending the week in a different city with your friends, but this was the one and only issue.

All of you ran out of money to spend for this trip and opted, instead of working over time, you'd all just squeeze into Mark's passed-down-through-the-generations SUV in order to make the 4-hour drive.

The issue was made worse when Mark reluctantly slid open the SUV door to reveal five back seats. In the first row, there were only two stand-alone seats with a space in the middle to move further back, and behind was one row of three seats.

Within seconds, each man lunged for their seat, leaving you to fend for yourself. Mark, of course, seats himself in the driver's seat and Haechan fought for his fucking life to get into the front passenger seat.

This left Jisung, Chenle, and Renjun in the back row of seats, all comfortably sprawled out on top of each other like this was the most normal thing in the world for them to do. Jaemin snatched up one of the single-rowed seats, and immediately turned around to start making fun of the three in the back. That left you and Jeno.

Of fucking course you had to fight for your seat against the one person on this trip that you kind of sort of maybe fucked one night when you all were drinking. He hasn't mentioned that night to you, nor has he acted like anything happened since so you tried to put it to the back of your head most of the time. But god, this is awkward.

Your life nearly flashes before your eyes when Jeno takes a step forward and claims his seat, smiling at you and your failure of winning this war of the SUV seats. Then, every single of them looks at you.

"I can post up on the floor, it's fine." You laugh, wondering what ever happened to giving your seat for a lady? Then you remembered who you're with and how that definitely won't work. You're not much of a lady around them, to be fair.

"You can come sit on me--" Renjun laughs, throwing Chenle's legs off of him and patting his thighs.

"The back is already packed, plus it would block my view." Mark argues, pointing to Jeno and Jaemin. "Sit with one of them."

You think for a moment, weighing your options and ignoring the fact that Haechan is already dozing off through the dilemma in the front seat. Jeno or Jaemin.

Looking over to Jaemin, you note that he's already got his iPad out getting ready to play some game he's obsessed with and you think that you'd probably just end up ruining the whole ride for him. He's the only one who came with something to do over this trip-- so naturally. . .

You lift yourself into the SUV and sit directly down onto Jeno. He's already seen you naked so you figure he would be the only one able to contain himself through this anyway.

"Okay, ready?" Mark asks as you close the door with a small shake of the car and do your best to make yourself comfortable on Jeno's lap.

He gets a nod from every single one of you before starting the vehicle and setting off on the four-hour trip.

~

You're a bit thankful that the trip started super late. You watch as the sun sets and the SUV grows more and more silent throughout the first hour. Jaemin has popped in his headphones, Chenle has occupied himself watching a movie in the back on his phone, sharing his own headphones with Jisung. Renjun was already passed out against his window, head bumping the glass every few seconds.

Haechan was in the front, bless him, quietly talking with Mark in a hushed tone.

It really seems like this tiny 4-hour trip has made itself feel like a 12-hour trip. But the silence is nice. The music is gently calming you, but it's not like you can take a nap considering you've got Jeno under you.

He shifts a little now and then, but you can tell he's doing his best to sit in a way that gives you access to any sort of comfort.

He's thankful that you'd have to turn around to see his face though, because man, is he fucking suffering trying to keep himself contained through this. He winces and silently mutters to himself the most disgusting things in order to will his cock to stay put. He's not trying to be a pervert, honestly, he's not. It's just, like...you're kind of sitting directly on it and the car ride isn't exactly smooth.

Jeno really is doing his best, but his cock fights against him. He knows you feel it, there's no way you don't. Now his head is just filled with thoughts of the night he spent with you. He waited for you to say something, waited for you to imply it could happen again, but you never did. It's not like he lost attraction towards you, and it's definitely not like he doesn't want to do it again every time the two of you are around each other.

Against his will, a bump in the road presses it against your ass and he sighs out, gripping the armrest of the seat and squeezing his eyes shut. You knew what was happening, but didn't want to just assume he was into it, so you didn't mention it. You tried to ignore it.

Though, the moment you noticed that little breath from behind you, his cock twitching beneath you-- you figure maybe you could help him out a bit.

Waiting for the next bump in the road, you do your best to pretend you still don't notice, hearing him do his best to contain himself about the ever-present feeling of his cock pressed against you. Then it comes, and honestly, you could lean forward and kiss Mark for taking the bumpiest road in the country to this fucking hotel. But you don't, instead, you use this little bump to bounce up a little and sit back down, intentionally swirling your hips a bit against him.

The way Jeno's hand grips even harder to that armrest has you feeling in absolute control, so you lean back a bit and close your eyes. Your back is now against his chest and you lay your head on his shoulder in order to gain access to his ear.

"I'm sleepy," You comment in a barely audible voice, moving your hips as if you're getting comfortable. "Can you do something about that so I can sleep?" You smile, peeking an eye over at him and seeing the way his face contorts into pleasure and embarrassment.

"Sorry--" He stutters out in a whisper. He doesn't do it on purpose but on instinct, his hips press upwards, grinding his cock against the underside of your ass. "I'm trying."

You let out a hushed chuckle, wiggling your hips again for him. "You were never this hard before." You say, letting your lips ghost over the skin of his neck.

You feel Jeno's other hand reach for your waist, thankfully on the side of the car that is completely hidden from everyone else. He holds you there, preventing you from moving as his eyebrows fall into that of pain. He can feel his cock pulsate against you as if it had a mind of its own, uncomfortably forcing him to chase a high in a car full of his best friends. You're not fucking helping when you place your own hand over his and move it slightly up, slipping it under your shirt and up to your breast.

In your head, you feel like what's happening right now is loud but you've stayed alert. Not a single stray eye has looked at the two of you, and thankfully Jaemin is so focused on his stupid mobile game that he would probably cry if someone took his attention away from it.

"Is it just because I'm sitting on you, or do you want me again?" You comment again against Jeno's neck, feeling his fingers find their way under your bra just to touch something that could help this process along.

Jeno shivers at your words, because of course he wants you again. He's always wanted you. The fact that he has the privilege of saying "again" after that sentence throws even more of those images in his mind. Remembering when your pussy clenched so tightly around him, remembering when your legs were shaking and your fingers were buried in his hair, singing out mantras of moans and groans and whimpers.

You grind down again when Mark hits another bump in the road, this time causing Jeno to shoot his hand from your bra and around your waist, pulling you so tightly against him that you feel as if you couldn't move even if you tried. He holds you there, shifting his hips in tight and quick drags against you. The inseam of his pants is helping things along, despite feeling like he's surely rubbing himself raw. It feels too good to stop. He finally has you on top of him again and even though it's now how he would have wanted it, he would be damned if he let this opportunity go to waste.

He keeps those thoughts of you in his mind, remembering how good you felt when he was inside of you, how good you tasted, and how good you sounded.

You can feel his hips speed up with those quick and quiet drags against you, and his arm tenses around your waist to keep you in place.

"Can you cum like this?" You whisper again, this time kissing awkwardly against his jawline and swirling your hips on top of him. You officially don't really care if anyone sees it, because the only thing you see is the way he's making that face-- the one you'd only seen that night.

"If you don't stop doing this--" He sighs out. "Yeah,"

So you don't stop. You allow his hips to relax and do the work for him, up until you can feel his thighs tense and his hips press up.

"I'm-" He whispers again, slightly whimpering instead of finishing what he wants to say. His hand grips around your waist tightly, slightly pushing and pulling you as he released into his pants.

Jeno must be in pain at this moment, you can tell by the way his orgasm stuttered its way through him. His eyebrows stiffened up, and his grip on you became almost painful but you liked it just as much as the first time you'd seen him cum for you.

"If you wanted me this bad, you could have just asked." You finally whisper towards him when his body relaxes under you.

He finally opens his eyes again, trying to ignore the stickiness in his jeans and tilts his head to press his forehead against yours. It would look sweet, he thinks, if someone else looked over right now.

"I couldn't tell if you wanted to," He admits, allowing himself to feel the weight of you ontop of him. "but I can see now that you probably wanted it just as much."

~

The two of you really thought no one noticed. You really fucking thought no one heard the dragging of clothing and supposed quiet moans coming from Jeno.

Mark was the first to make you realize. He was avoiding eye contact, cheeks red and words quick when you tried to talk to him.

Haechan was the second, looking you up and down as he digs in Jeno's bag for a pair of pants, practically throwing them at him. "You probably want to change." He says to Jeno, not even looking at him and only staring at you.

Jaemin was the third, shaking his head at the two of you. "I had to turn up my game, and believe me, the volume was already pretty high."

You didn't even bother with the other boys, clearly, they all knew what was happening.

The walk of shame into the hotel was a drag, but you felt better noting that Jeno was with you on this. Only then did you consider switching sleeping arrangements. Eight people in two rooms with four beds.

Whoever the two are who ends up sleeping in your room, you hope they have headphones, because Jeno's gonna be there and quite frankly, you could care less if they feel awkward. It's not like you haven't seen each one of them jerk off at least once in your time being friends with them.

~

i wanna absolutely d e s t r o y this man. FUCK. this is why it took so long to respond...surprise I'm a whore

The roar of the crowd still echoed in Jihyo’s ears long after the final encore lights had dimmed. Los Angeles had been electric tonight—fifty thousand ONCEs screaming their names, waving lightsticks in perfect waves of pastel pink and white. The “This Is For” World Tour stop at SoFi Stadium had been one for the history books, another sold-out night in a run that was already shattering records for K-pop girl groups in North America.

Backstage, the usual post-concert chaos reigned. Staff hurried with equipment cases, stylists touched up makeup for final photos, and the members laughed and hugged, adrenaline still pumping. Jihyo, ever the leader, made her rounds—complimenting Nayeon on her ad-libbed high note during “I Can’t Stop Me,” teasing Chaeyoung about the confetti still stuck in her hair, and checking that Mina had iced her ankle properly after all those sharp choreo turns. Her voice was hoarse from singing and hyping the crowd, her shoulders burned from the weight of the harness during the aerial sections, and her legs felt like jelly after hours in heels.

By the time she slipped into a black SUV with tinted windows, Jihyo was running on fumes. She’d changed into a simple oversized hoodie, leggings, and a baseball cap pulled low—her standard “don’t recognize me” disguise for rare moments of freedom in a foreign city. The members were heading back to the hotel for rest and recovery before tomorrow’s flight, but Jihyo had asked for a few extra hours. Management wasn’t thrilled, but after ten years of this life, they knew when their leader needed space.

She met Hye-jin at a quiet Korean café in Koreatown, a late-night spot that stayed open for homesick expats and idols passing through. Hye-jin was an old friend from trainee days who’d moved to the States years ago for university and now worked in entertainment law. They hugged tightly at a corner table, the scent of doenjang jjigae and fresh kimchi wrapping around them like comfort.c923c7

“Unnie, you were incredible tonight,” Hye-jin said, eyes sparkling as she poured Jihyo a glass of barley tea. “I was in the pit—lost my voice screaming for ‘Feel Special.’ The way you hit that belt in the bridge… still gives me chills.”

Jihyo smiled warmly, the kind of genuine, dimpled smile that made fans melt. She leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms overhead with a groan. “Thank you, Hye-jin-ah. It felt good out there. The energy was insane. LA always shows up so hard.” Her voice was a little raspy, that signature powerful tone softened by exhaustion. She took a sip of tea, letting the warmth soothe her throat. “But god… these tours are no joke anymore. Back-to-back shows, time zones, the pressure to make every night perfect. My back is killing me. Shoulders too. I feel like an old lady at 29.”

Hye-jin chuckled, stirring her own drink. She was the type of friend who always had that mischievous glint—sharp-witted, loyal, and a little bolder than Jihyo remembered from their JYP days. “You? Old? Please. You’re out there doing full choreography while carrying the vocal load for nine. The girls rely on you so much. But yeah… I can see it in your posture right now. You’re all knotted up.”

Jihyo nodded, rolling her neck slowly. The café was dimly lit, soft K-indie playing in the background, giving them privacy. “A good massage would fix me right up. Something deep tissue, you know? I’ve been craving that release. The hotel spas are always booked or too public. I just want to melt for an hour without worrying about someone snapping a photo.”

Hye-jin’s lips curved into a smirk. She leaned forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Funny you say that. I know exactly the place. A friend recommended it—super discreet, Korean-owned, caters to high-profile clients who need real relief. Not your basic hotel rubdown. They specialize in full-body work, pressure points, the kind that gets everything flowing again.” She winked. “Trust me, you’ll walk out feeling like a new woman. No schedules, no cameras, just you and skilled hands working out every tight spot.”

Jihyo laughed softly, the sound tired but grateful. “You’re a lifesaver. I’ve been so stressed—mentally too. Leading the group, the solo stuff from Zone still on my mind, keeping morale high on the road… Sometimes I just need to turn my brain off and let someone else take control for a bit.” She sighed, her thoughts drifting to the weight she carried: the trainee years of scolding and doubt, the endless practice, the pride in TWICE’s success, and the quiet loneliness that came with fame.

They chatted more naturally—catching up on Hye-jin’s life in LA, Jihyo sharing funny tour anecdotes like Sana’s endless heart throws to fans or the time Jeongyeon pranked the dressing room. The conversation flowed easily, laced with nostalgia and laughter. Jihyo felt herself relaxing just from the familiar Korean banter, the way Hye-jin teased her about still being the “mom” of the group even across the Pacific.

As they finished their food, Hye-jin pulled out her phone and texted Jihyo an address. “Here. It’s not far from here, about 20 minutes by car. Tell them I sent you—ask for the ‘premium relaxation package.’ They’ll know. Go now while you have the window. You deserve it, unnie.”

Jihyo hugged her friend goodbye, feeling a surge of affection. “Thank you, really. I’ll text you after. Love you.”

The Uber ride through the glittering LA night was quiet. Jihyo stared out the window at passing palm trees and neon signs, her body humming with residual concert energy mixed with deep fatigue. She replayed the show in her head: the powerful opening with “THIS IS FOR,” the emotional swell during ballads, the way the crowd sang back every word. Pride swelled in her chest, but so did the ache in her muscles. A proper massage sounded heavenly—strong hands kneading her calves, her lower back, maybe even her thighs after all that dancing. She imagined the oil, the warmth, the slow release of tension. Her mind wandered innocently at first, then with a faint, guilty flutter of curiosity. What would it feel like to fully surrender?

The driver dropped her off on a quiet side street in a nondescript commercial area. The address led her down a short block, away from the main road. Jihyo adjusted her cap, pulling her hoodie closer. The night air was cool against her flushed skin. She checked the map on her phone again—yes, this was it.

She finally stood in front of the building.

It was a single-story structure tucked between a closed laundromat and a storage facility, unassuming from the outside with a plain beige facade and frosted windows that revealed nothing. A small, elegant sign above the door read “Lotus Serenity Spa” in both English and Korean, with soft ambient lighting glowing faintly from within. No flashy advertisements, no menu posted outside—just a discreet wooden door with a small bell and a security camera. It looked professional enough, yet something about the seclusion and the late hours made her pause. She stared it up and down, taking in the details: the carefully manicured small plants by the entrance, the faint scent of incense or essential oils drifting out when a breeze stirred, the heavy curtains visible through the glass. Her heart beat a little faster—not from fear, exactly, but from that edge of the unknown. Hye-jin had said it was special. Different.

Jihyo took a slow breath, her tired body craving relief, her mind buzzing with the remnants of stage adrenaline and the quiet thrill of doing something just for herself.

Jihyo pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside Lotus Serenity Spa. The air was thick with the warm scent of sandalwood and lavender, a subtle haze of essential oils hanging in the low lighting. Soft instrumental music played from hidden speakers—slow, rhythmic, almost hypnotic.

An American woman sat behind a sleek reception desk, her dark hair pulled into a neat bun. She looked up with professional poise, her eyes widening slightly in recognition. “Ms. Jihyo?” she asked, a questioning tone in her voice.

“Yes,” Jihyo replied in English, offering a small polite smile.

“Ms. Hye-jin booked an appointment for you. Please come this way.” The receptionist stood and gestured down a narrow, dimly lit hallway lined with frosted glass doors. Despite the receptionist’s somewhat accented English, Jihyo understood enough and followed quietly.

They stopped at the last door on the right. The receptionist opened it and motioned for Jihyo to enter. “Enjoy, Ms. Jihyo,” she said with a knowing little smile before gently closing the door behind her, leaving Jihyo alone in the VIP room.

The space had an unusual vibe—relaxing yet undeniably intimate. Warm amber lighting cast soft shadows across dark wood paneling and deep burgundy accents. A large, padded massage table dominated the center, draped in crisp white sheets with a circular face cradle at one end. Thick towels were folded neatly nearby. The walls held shelves of oils and lotions, and a faint mirror on one side reflected the low glow of candles. The air felt heavier here, warmer, with a subtle sensual undertone that made Jihyo’s skin tingle. It was more private than any hotel spa she’d visited.

She walked slowly around the room, trailing her fingers along the edge of the massage table, feeling the smooth vinyl and imagining the relief her aching muscles would soon get. Her shoulders were still tight from the harness, her legs heavy from hours of sharp choreography.

The door opened quietly behind her.

A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click. He had a strong, manly physique—thick arms that strained slightly against his black short-sleeved uniform shirt, a well-groomed mustache and attractive beard framing a chiseled, handsome “Chad” face with confident dark eyes. His presence filled the room.

“Hi, Ms. Jihyo. How are you doing?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth with a slight American accent.

Jihyo turned, offering a slight bow out of habit. “I’m doing great… a little tired,” she replied in her relatively awkward but decent English.

“You’re in the perfect place to relieve all that stress and exhaustion,” the masseuse answered, his tone warm and reassuring. He gave her a professional once-over, noting her posture. “We’ll take good care of you tonight.”

He walked over to a small side table and picked up a small, folded white towel—short and standard for coverage in full-body sessions. He handed it to her with a calm, steady gaze.

“To get the best results from the premium relaxation package, it’s best to work directly on the skin. Please get comfortable and remove your clothes. You can use this towel to cover yourself. Lie face down on the table when you’re ready, and I’ll step out for a moment to give you privacy. Take your time.”

He offered a small, polite nod and turned toward the door, waiting for her confirmation before stepping out.

Jihyo stood alone in the warmly lit VIP room, the soft instrumental music weaving through the air like a gentle caress. Her body still hummed from the concert—muscles tight, skin flushed. She was 29 now, a woman who had grown into her fame with curves that fans obsessed over in candid photos and stage outfits. Her breasts were especially prominent: heavy, massive cups that sat full and rounded but with that natural, slight sag from years of intense performances, gravity, and the realities of an adult woman's body. Online fan discussions and leaked concert photos often highlighted how they strained against her bras and tops, soft yet weighty, with a realistic bounce and subtle droop that made them look all the more sensual and human.

She took a deep breath, heart fluttering with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. The masseuse's instructions echoed in her mind. Best results from working directly on the skin. She peeled off her oversized hoodie first, revealing a simple sports bra that barely contained her heavy tits. Next came the leggings, sliding down her thick, toned thighs—strong from years of choreography but soft in the right places, her ass full and plush. She stood there in just her underwear, the cool air kissing her skin.

Jihyo paused, glancing at the towel. Her hands moved almost instinctively to her breasts, cupping their heavy weight. She squeezed gently, feeling their fullness and the slight natural sag, thumbs brushing over her nipples through the fabric. They were sensitive tonight, already perking up from the adrenaline and the intimate atmosphere. Should I keep the bra and panties on? she wondered, a flush creeping up her neck. It would be safer, more modest. But the ache in her back, shoulders, and legs screamed for full relief. Hye-jin's words rang in her ears: skilled hands working out every tight spot. She wanted to melt completely—no barriers.

"Fuck it," she whispered to herself in Korean, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Just go all out and relax to the fullest."

She reached back, unclasping her bra. Her massive tits spilled free, heavy and swaying with the motion, the slight sag making them hang beautifully as they settled against her chest. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, stepping out to leave herself fully naked. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, a soft mound above smooth lips. Grabbing the small white towel, she climbed onto the massage table, lying face down. She adjusted the towel to drape modestly over her round, plump ass, the fabric just barely covering the lower curve while leaving her back, shoulders, and legs exposed. Her heavy breasts pressed softly against the padded table beneath her, squishing outward. She nestled her face into the cradle, exhaling deeply. The position felt vulnerable... and thrilling.

The door clicked open a minute later. The tall, broad-shouldered masseuse returned, his presence commanding yet professional. He didn't comment on her state, simply nodding with quiet approval as he saw her ready. "Good. We'll begin."

He prepared his equipment with calm efficiency—warming a bottle of scented oil between his large hands, arranging extra towels, and dimming the lights just a fraction more. The rich aroma of lavender and sandalwood intensified. Then he approached the table.

He started by pouring a generous stream of warm oil directly onto her upper back. The liquid felt like liquid silk, sliding down her spine in slow rivulets. His strong hands followed immediately, spreading it with firm, masterful strokes. He was exceptionally skilled—thumbs digging into the knots along her spine with perfect pressure, palms gliding in long, sweeping motions from her lower back all the way up to her shoulders. The oil made everything slick and heated, his fingers working deep into the muscle tissue, releasing tension she didn't even know she carried from the harness and endless dancing.

Jihyo let out a soft, involuntary moan as he kneaded her shoulders. The touch was therapeutic yet undeniably sensual—the way his large hands enveloped her, thumbs circling and pressing into tight spots while his fingers brushed the sides of her ribcage, grazing the outer swell of her heavy breasts where they spilled against the table. Heat bloomed under her skin, a delicious mix of deep relaxation and building warmth that pooled lower in her belly. Her massive tits felt heavier, more sensitive as they were compressed, nipples hardening against the sheet.

He moved lower, pouring more oil along her spine and working her lower back with powerful, rhythmic kneads—almost like he was molding her body. His hands ventured to her hips, strong fingers digging into the glutes just beneath the edge of the towel, lifting and separating the plush flesh in ways that made the towel shift teasingly. Her thick thighs received the same treatment: long, gliding strokes from knee to upper thigh, the oil making her skin glisten as his palms pressed firmly, thumbs tracing inner lines that came dangerously close to her core without touching. Every motion was professional precision laced with erotic undertone—the steady pressure, the heat of his body near hers, the occasional low murmur of "Breathe and let go" in his deep voice.

Jihyo's breathing grew heavier, her body melting into the table while a different kind of heat built. She felt relaxed to her bones... and undeniably hot, her pussy tingling with subtle arousal as his hands continued their magic, teasing the boundaries of pure therapy.

The masseuse continued his masterful work on Jihyo’s lower back, his large, oil-slicked hands gliding with expert pressure. Without warning, he boldly hooked his fingers under the small white towel covering her plump ass and set it aside completely, letting it drop to the floor. Her round, full cheeks were now fully exposed—soft yet toned from years of intense dance practice, with that natural jiggle and fullness that fans admired in stage outfits.

Jihyo’s eyes widened in surprise, her body tensing for a split second. “Wait—” she started, but the words dissolved into a low groan as his strong hands immediately cupped and kneaded her ass cheeks with perfect, deep pressure. His thumbs dug into the muscle, spreading her plush flesh apart and then pressing it back together in slow, rhythmic circles. The oil made everything slippery and hot, sending waves of relief mixed with electric pleasure through her core. It felt heavenly—better than any professional massage she’d ever had. The tension from hours of choreography melted under his skilled palms.

Soft, involuntary moans escaped her lips despite her efforts to contain them. “Mmm… ahh…” She bit her lower lip, trying to stay quiet, but another deep knead made her groan louder, her voice raspy and breathy from the concert. The masseuse smirked confidently, clearly enjoying her reactions as he worked her ass with firm, possessive strokes—lifting, squeezing, and rolling the heavy flesh in ways that made her hips subtly push back against his hands.

Then, without pausing, one of his hands slid boldly between her thighs. His slick fingers found her pussy, cupping the soft, warm mound before beginning to massage it with the same professional prowess—slow, circular rubs that pressed against her outer lips, then gently parted them to stroke the sensitive inner folds. The warm oil mixed with her growing wetness made the glide smooth and intoxicating.

Jihyo’s body reacted instantly and intensely. Her pussy compressed and tightened around the intrusion of his fingers, clenching rhythmically as heat flooded through her core. A fresh rush of slick arousal coated his hand as her body betrayed her surprise. “W-wait… that’s too much…” she protested softly in her awkward but decent English, her voice laced with moans. “Ahh… you… you shouldn’t…” But the words came out weak and trembling, more like encouragement than refusal as another wave of pleasure hit her.

Her hands clenched into fists on the sides of the table, knuckles turning white. Her toes curled tightly, feet flexing as the sensations shot up her legs. Her breathing grew ragged and heavier—short gasps mixed with longer, shuddering exhales that fogged the face cradle. Her heavy, massive tits (DD-cups with that natural slight sag) pressed harder against the table as her back arched slightly, nipples stiff and aching from the friction. Her thick thighs trembled, instinctively parting a little wider despite her soft protests, allowing his skilled fingers better access. The combination of deep therapeutic pressure and direct stimulation on her clit and folds left her mind hazy, torn between the professional relaxation she came for and the building erotic heat that made her pussy throb and leak.

The masseuse leaned in closer, his deep voice calm and reassuring while his fingers never stopped their expert massage—stroking, circling, and pressing her swollen clit with masterful rhythm. “Just relax and go with the flow, Ms. Jihyo. This is part of the premium package. Let my hands take care of everything… you’re so tight here. Breathe and enjoy it.”

Jihyo moaned again, louder this time, her body surrendering even as her mind spun.

The masseuse slowly withdrew his hand from between her thighs, leaving her pussy throbbing and slick with a mix of warm oil and her own arousal. Jihyo let out a shaky, disappointed whimper at the sudden absence, her hips twitching once before settling. He remained composed, his strong hands returning to her plump, oil-glistened ass cheeks. He kneaded them deeply once more—firm, professional strokes that still sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her core—before gliding upward along her spine in long, sweeping motions. His palms pressed firmly into her lower back, then mid-back, working out the lingering knots from the concert harness with expert precision. Each pass of his large, heated hands made her melt deeper into the table, her heavy breasts squishing sensually beneath her.

“Time to flip over, Ms. Jihyo,” he said in that deep, smooth American accent, his voice calm and professional. “Let’s take care of the front.”

Jihyo’s mind was already hazy, her body buzzing with unfulfilled heat. She nodded weakly and turned over onto her back, her movements slow and languid. As she settled, her tits—full, heavy, and naturally a bit saggy from their generous weight—settled heavily against her chest, spreading slightly outward with that soft, realistic bounce. Her nipples were stiff peaks, dark and sensitive, begging for attention. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. That tall, broad-shouldered Western “Chad” look—chiseled jaw, well-groomed beard and mustache, confident dark eyes—made her pussy clench visibly. A fresh rush of wetness leaked from her as pure lust hit her harder. God, he’s so fucking hot… she thought, biting her lip.

The masseuse kept his expression professional, though his gaze did linger appreciatively for a brief moment on her magnificent, exposed body. He poured more warm oil onto his palms and started at her lower abdomen. His large hands spread the slick oil in slow, firm circles across her soft stomach, thumbs pressing gently along her sides, working the muscles there with perfect pressure. The heat from his touch radiated inward, making her belly flutter.

He gradually worked upward, his palms gliding just beneath the heavy undersides of her tits. He lifted and kneaded the soft, weighty flesh from below—cupping the natural sag and gently rolling it upward in slow, deliberate motions that made her breasts jiggle and sway erotically. The sides of her massive tits received the same treatment: his strong fingers stroking and pressing into the outer curves, thumbs tracing the sensitive line where breast met ribcage. Every touch sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her pussy throbbed rhythmically, clenching around nothing as her arousal dripped slowly down onto the sheet.

Jihyo’s breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling as her heavy tits moved with each breath. Soft, breathy moans escaped her despite her efforts to stay quiet—“Mmm… ahh…”—each one raspier than the last. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to ease the aching emptiness between them, but it only heightened the sensitivity of her swollen clit. Her hands gripped the edges of the table, toes curling again as waves of heat washed over her. The contrast between his perfectly professional technique and the intimate, erotic way her body was responding left her dizzy with desire. Her nipples ached, painfully hard, and every time his fingers came close without quite touching them, she felt a fresh pulse of need deep in her dripping pussy.

He continued upward to her shoulders, his strong hands working the tension there while his forearms occasionally brushed against the outer swells of her breasts, sending sparks through her. The air felt thicker, hotter. Jihyo was lost in the sensation—relaxed yet burning, her body a live wire of anticipation.

The masseuse’s hands lingered on Jihyo’s shoulders for a few more moments, his strong thumbs working deep circles into the tense muscles while his forearms brushed teasingly against the heavy outer curves of her breasts. Jihyo’s breathing was already ragged, her massive tits rising and falling with each exhale, the soft natural sag making them spread invitingly across her chest. Her dark nipples stood painfully erect, aching for attention, flushed a deep pink from the building heat flooding her body.

He finally gave in to the inevitable. With a low, appreciative hum, the masseuse poured a fresh stream of warm oil directly over the tops of her heavy breasts. The slick liquid cascaded down their full, rounded slopes, tracing glistening paths over the soft, slightly drooping undersides before pooling in the valley between them. His large, powerful hands followed immediately, cupping her magnificent tits fully for the first time.

“Oh… fuck…” Jihyo gasped in a breathy mix of English and Korean, her back arching instinctively off the table as his palms enveloped her. His fingers sank deeply into the plush, heavy flesh—kneading, lifting, and squeezing with expert pressure that was somehow both therapeutic and devastatingly erotic. He lifted the weighty orbs, feeling their natural sag and fullness, then let them settle heavily back into his grasp, rolling them slowly in circles. The oil made every motion slippery and obscene, her tits jiggling and bouncing softly with each deliberate stroke.

His thumbs swept upward, teasing the sensitive undersides before circling her stiff nipples without quite touching them yet. Jihyo’s pussy clenched hard at the sensation, a fresh gush of wetness leaking from her swollen lips onto the sheet beneath her ass. Her toes curled tightly, fingers gripping the edges of the massage table as waves of pleasure radiated from her chest straight down to her dripping core.

The masseuse smirked faintly, his chiseled, bearded face hovering above her as he focused on her nipples. He caught each hard peak between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching lightly at first—gentle tugs that made her whimper—then rolling them slowly. He flicked the left nipple with a quick snap of his finger, then the right, alternating in rhythm while continuing to knead the heavy, oily flesh of her breasts. Each pinch and flick sent electric jolts through her body. Her massive tits quivered in his hands, the soft sag making them sway heavily as he manipulated them.

“Mmm-ahh! Yes… there…” Jihyo moaned louder, no longer trying to hold back. Her voice was hoarse and raspy from the concert, but the sounds coming out of her now were pure lust. Her heavy breasts felt hypersensitive, every squeeze making her pussy throb in time. She could feel how wet she was—her inner thighs slick, her clit swollen and pulsing with need.

After several long, indulgent minutes of worshipping her tits, the masseuse’s hands began to glide downward. He poured more oil over her lower belly and thick, toned thighs. His palms smoothed down her sides, then onto her powerful legs, kneading the muscles with the same masterful pressure. Jihyo’s thighs parted almost instinctively as he worked, but he helped them along—his strong hands gripping her inner thighs and slowly spreading her legs wider, exposing her glistening, needy pussy completely.

The cool air of the room kissed her soaked folds as he opened her up. He massaged higher and higher up her inner thighs, his thumbs pressing firmly into the soft, sensitive flesh just inches from her dripping entrance. Every stroke brought his hands closer, brushing teasingly against her outer lips before pulling away again, building unbearable anticipation. Jihyo’s hips rolled upward subtly, chasing his touch, her heavy tits jiggling with the motion, nipples still glistening with oil and standing obscenely hard.

While his hands were busy between her spread thighs, Jihyo’s hazy mind and burning desire pushed her to act. Her right hand released the table edge and reached out blindly toward him. Her fingers found his waist, then slid lower, boldly cupping the massive, rock-hard bulge straining against his black uniform pants.

She gasped at the size of it—thick, throbbing, and impressively long even through the fabric. Her hand squeezed gently, stroking the outline with curious, needy fingers. “So… big…” she whispered in awkward, aroused English, her eyes half-lidded as she looked up at his handsome Western face. Feeling his hardness made her pussy clench visibly, a fresh trickle of arousal dripping down between her spread cheeks. Her hand continued exploring, tracing the length of his cock through his pants, feeling it twitch and throb under her touch.

The masseuse let out a low, deep groan, his professional facade cracking slightly as her hand worked him. But he didn’t stop the massage. Instead, he rewarded her boldness by finally sliding his right hand fully between her spread thighs. Two thick fingers glided along her slick pussy lips, parting them slowly while his thumb found her swollen clit and began rubbing firm, perfect circles.

Jihyo cried out, her back arching sharply. Her massive tits bounced heavily with the motion, nipples pointing toward the ceiling. “Ahhh! Yes… oh god…” Her hand tightened around his clothed cock, stroking faster as pleasure overwhelmed her. His fingers on her pussy were masterful—spreading her wetness everywhere, teasing her entrance without pushing inside yet, while his thumb kept perfect pressure on her clit. The dual sensation of her hand on his huge erection and his skilled fingers between her legs left her mind blank with lust.

He continued kneading her left breast with his free hand, pinching and flicking the nipple in time with the strokes on her clit. Her body was a live wire: heavy tits heaving, thick thighs trembling and spread wide, pussy dripping and clenching rhythmically around nothing, toes curled so tight they hurt. Sweat and oil mixed on her glowing skin. Every breath came out as a moan or whimper. The scent of lavender, sandalwood, and her own arousal filled the warm room.

The masseuse leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “You’re so fucking wet, Ms. Jihyo… Your pussy is gripping at my fingers. These perfect heavy tits… so soft and full in my hands.” He emphasized his words by squeezing her right breast harder, rolling the nipple between his fingers until she moaned loudly. His other hand kept working her soaked cunt—sliding his fingers up and down her slit, occasionally pressing just the tip of one finger against her tight entrance before pulling back, teasing mercilessly.

Jihyo’s hand rubbed him more desperately through his pants, feeling the heat and thickness of his cock. She wanted it. Needed it. Her hips bucked against his hand, chasing more friction as her massive, oiled tits jiggled with every movement. The slight natural sag made them look even more erotic as they moved—full, womanly, bouncing heavily under his relentless kneading and pinching.

Time seemed to stretch. He kept the exquisite torture going: massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples with pinches, flicks, and rolls, while his other hand worked her spread thighs and dripping pussy with expert, erotic precision. Jihyo was lost in a haze of pleasure, moaning openly, her body trembling on the edge of release but not quite there yet. Her hand never left his throbbing bulge, stroking and squeezing as if promising what she wanted next.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of his oiled hands on her body, her breathy moans, and the occasional low growl from deep in his chest. Jihyo’s pussy was soaked, her clit throbbing under his thumb, her heavy tits aching deliciously from his constant attention. She was completely surrendered to the sensations, body glistening, legs spread wide, one hand shamelessly feeling his hard cock while he pushed her closer and closer to the brink.

The masseuse kept teasing her relentlessly—thick fingers gliding through her soaked folds, thumb circling her swollen clit with perfect pressure, while his other hand kneaded and pinched her heavy, oil-slicked tits. Jihyo was trembling on the edge, her massive cups heaving, pussy dripping, mind hazy with desperate need.

She couldn’t hold back anymore.

With a shaky, determined breath, Jihyo pushed herself up from the massage table. Her oiled, glistening body moved with surprising urgency. She swung her thick thighs over the side, heavy tits swaying and bouncing heavily with the motion, nipples stiff and aching. Her bare feet touched the warm floor as she slid off completely, leaving the table behind. The cool air kissed her soaked pussy and flushed skin as she turned to face him fully.

Without hesitation, Jihyo dropped to her knees right there in front of him. The movement was smooth yet eager—her plump ass settling back on her heels, thick thighs pressing together, massive breasts hanging forward with that natural, sensual sag as she looked up at him. Her face was now level with his newly freed cock, flushed and throbbing heavily just inches from her lips. The position made her feel exposed, submissive, and incredibly turned on—kneeling naked on the floor of the private spa room, oil and her own arousal still slick between her legs.

Jihyo stared at his thick, veined cock with hungry eyes. She reached out aggressively with both hands, wrapping her fingers tightly around the impressive girth. Her small hands barely closed around it. She gave it a firm, possessive squeeze, stroking slowly from base to swollen head as she leaned in.

“Fuck… so big…” she whispered hoarsely.

She pressed her nose against the warm, musky shaft and inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she savored his raw masculine scent. The smell made her pussy clench hard, another trickle of wetness running down her inner thigh. She nuzzled her cheek and lips along the length, kissing the thick vein underneath, before finally opening her mouth.

Jihyo dragged her warm, wet tongue slowly up the underside from base to tip, then swirled it around the glistening head, tasting the salty precum. With a needy moan, she parted her full lips and took him into her mouth, sucking the first few thick inches with wet, eager sounds. Her heavy tits rested against his thighs as she bobbed her head, using both hands to stroke what she couldn’t swallow yet. Saliva quickly dripped down her chin and onto her swaying breasts as she worked him harder, hollowing her cheeks and moaning vibrantly around his cock.

The masseuse groaned deeply, one hand resting on the back of her head as she worshipped him on her knees

The masseuse kept his strong grip in her hair after pulling his cock from her messy mouth. Jihyo was still gasping, lips swollen and shiny with thick strands of saliva, when he suddenly tightened his fist—grabbing a thick handful of her hair close to the scalp with dominant authority.

“Up,” he commanded in his deep voice.

Jihyo let out a sharp, surprised moan as he pulled her firmly to her feet. She wasn’t used to this. Jihyo was TWICE’s leader—confident, in control, the one who directed everything and everyone. She had never been the type to submit so easily. But tonight, in this private room, something was different. The exhaustion from the concert, the oil on her skin, the overwhelming arousal, and his commanding presence had completely melted her resistance. A thrill she rarely allowed herself ran through her body as he took control.

He didn’t give her time to think. Still fisting her hair, he spun her around and pushed her forward toward the massage table. Jihyo’s heavy tits swayed pendulously as she stumbled the few steps. He bent her over the padded table with firm pressure, pressing her upper body down until her soft, massive cups squished hard against the sheet. Her cheek rested against the warm surface, ass pushed up and presented to him.

Jihyo’s breath hitched. Then, willingly—almost greedily—she spread her legs. She shifted her thick, toned thighs wider apart, planting her feet firmly on the floor and arching her back to offer her soaked pussy. The movement made her plump ass cheeks spread naturally, exposing her dripping wet folds completely. Her pussy glistened obscenely, clit swollen, inner thighs shiny with her arousal.

She twisted her head to the side, looking back at him over her shoulder. Her face was flushed, eyes hazy with lust, strands of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and tear-streaked cheeks. The strong, responsible leader was gone. In her place was a woman who desperately needed to be fucked.

“Please…” she whispered hoarsely in that raspy post-concert voice, pushing her ass back toward him. “I want it…”

The masseuse smirked, his chiseled bearded face dark with desire. He kept one hand fisted tightly in her hair, holding her head in place so she stayed looking back at him. With his free hand, he gripped his thick, spit-slicked cock and rubbed the fat head up and down her slippery pussy lips, teasing her entrance and coating himself in her wetness.

Then he pushed in.

Jihyo’s mouth fell open in a loud, broken moan as he stretched her open. Inch after thick inch sank into her tight, dripping cunt, filling her completely. Her walls clenched hard around his girth, fluttering and squeezing as he buried himself to the hilt. The sudden fullness made her toes curl and her thick thighs tremble.

“Fuck—! So deep…” she gasped, eyes rolling slightly.

He didn’t wait. Still gripping her hair possessively, he started fucking her with deep, powerful strokes—pulling back until just the head remained inside, then slamming forward again. The wet, rhythmic sound of his hips slapping against her plump ass filled the room. Her heavy tits squished and dragged against the table with every thrust, nipples scraping pleasurably against the sheet.

Jihyo moaned shamelessly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, her ass rippling with each impact. She kept her head twisted to look at him, eyes locked on his dominant gaze as he claimed her from behind.

The masseuse kept his fist tightly wrapped in Jihyo’s hair, yanking her head back slightly as he slammed into her from behind with long, powerful strokes. The wet slap-slap-slap of his hips against her plump ass echoed through the room, her thick cheeks rippling with every impact.

Jihyo moaned loudly, her usual confident persona shattered. She pushed her ass back harder to meet his thrusts, pussy clenching greedily around his thick cock. “Ahh—fuck… yes!”

He suddenly pulled her hair harder, using it like a rein to yank her upper body off the table. At the same time, he hooked one strong arm under her left thigh and lifted it high, spreading her wide while still buried deep inside her. Jihyo’s foot left the floor as he shifted them both into a standing doggy position — her bent forward over the table, one leg raised and held open, giving him an even deeper angle.

The new position made his cock hit spots that made her see stars. He immediately started pounding her mercilessly — harder, faster, more aggressive. His hips slapped loudly against her ass as he drove into her dripping cunt with brutal force.

SMACK!

His free hand came down hard on her plump right ass cheek, leaving a red handprint. Jihyo cried out in pleasure, her walls fluttering wildly around him.

SMACK! SMACK!

Two more firm spanks landed as he railed her, his grip on her hair keeping her head pulled back so she stayed arched for him.

“Fuck—! Too deep… I’m—ahhh!” Jihyo’s voice cracked, raspy and broken. Her massive tits swung heavily beneath her with every violent thrust, the natural sag making them bounce and slap together obscenely.

He reached around with his free hand and grabbed one of her heavy swinging breasts roughly. His large palm squeezed the soft, oily flesh hard, fingers sinking deep into the weighty mound. He slapped the side of her tit, making it jiggle wildly, then pinched and tugged her stiff nipple while continuing to pound her soaked pussy.

“These fat fucking tits,” he groaned, slapping the other breast as well. “So heavy and soft… perfect for a good fucking.” He kneaded them aggressively, switching between rough groping, slapping, and pinching her sensitive nipples as he railed her standing up with one leg held high.

Jihyo was completely lost. Her thick thigh trembled in his grip, pussy gushing around his pistoning cock. She had zero control — just taking his dominant pounding, hair pulled tight, ass spanked red, massive tits being mauled and slapped while he stretched her deep. The contrast with her normal strong-leader self only turned her on more. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, eyes half-rolled back as she took everything he gave her.

The masseuse stood tall beside the table, his muscular body glistening with a light sheen of sweat and oil. He kicked off his shoes, then shoved his pants and underwear the rest of the way down his strong legs, stepping out of them completely. His massive cock stood proudly erect — thick, veined, and still slick from Jihyo’s saliva and her pussy juices. His heavy balls hung below, and his chiseled abs and broad chest were fully exposed now. He looked every bit the dominant, masculine figure as he climbed onto the large massage table, lying on his back in the center. The padded surface creaked under his weight.

Jihyo watched him with heavy-lidded, lust-drunk eyes. Her massive breasts rose and fell rapidly with her breathing, nipples still red and shiny from his sucking. She pushed herself up, swung her thick thighs over, and climbed onto the table after him. She straddled his waist eagerly, her plump ass hovering above his throbbing cock as she looked down at him.

She was completely in love with his massive cock.

Jihyo reached down with both hands, wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft and stroking it reverently. “So fucking big… so perfect,” she whispered hoarsely in that raspy, post-concert voice. She lifted herself higher on her knees, positioned the fat, swollen head right against her dripping entrance, and slowly sank down.

Her pussy lips stretched obscenely around his girth. The thick head pushed her soft, puffy folds apart, spreading her wide as she lowered herself inch by inch. Jihyo’s mouth fell open in a long, shuddering moan. “Ahhh… fuck… it’s splitting me open…” The sensation was intense — a delicious burning stretch as her tight walls yielded to his thickness. She felt every vein, every ridge dragging along her inner walls as she took him deeper. Her juices coated him generously, making the slide smoother but still incredibly tight.

The masseuse groaned deeply, feeling her scorching hot pussy envelop him. Her walls fluttered and clenched rhythmically around his cock, gripping him like a velvet vice. The heat, the wetness, the way her pussy kept pulsing and sucking him in deeper made his balls tighten. “Shit… you’re so fucking tight and wet,” he growled, his hands gripping her thick hips.

Jihyo kept sinking until her plump ass finally rested against his thighs — his entire massive length buried inside her. She paused there, eyes rolled back slightly, savoring the full, stuffed feeling. Her heavy tits hung forward, swaying with her trembling breaths. Then she began to ride.

She started with slow, deep rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis while his cock stirred deep inside her. Her pussy made wet, squelching sounds with every movement. She leaned forward, planting her hands on his chest for leverage, and started bouncing. Her massive, slightly saggy tits bounced heavily in his face — soft, heavy, and hypnotic.

“God… I love this cock,” Jihyo moaned shamelessly, completely lost in pleasure. She rode him harder, her thick ass slapping down against his thighs with every drop. The feeling of her pussy being stretched so wide, filled so completely, made her mind hazy. Every time she bottomed out, the head of his cock pressed firmly against her cervix, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure through her core.

Then she shifted into a full squat cowgirl. Jihyo planted her feet flat on the table on either side of his hips, squatting low over him. Her thick, powerful thighs flexed beautifully as she used her leg strength to ride him aggressively. She bounced up and down with deep, rapid strokes — her plump ass rippling each time she slammed down, taking every inch of his massive cock.

The new position made her pussy spread even wider. The masseuse could see everything: her stretched lips gripping his thick shaft on every upstroke, creamy juices coating his cock and dripping down his balls. He groaned loudly, hands gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them as she fucked herself on him.

Jihyo was addicted. Her head tilted back, moans growing louder and more broken. “It’s so deep… filling me so much… I can’t get enough…” Every squat drove him balls-deep, her pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around his throbbing length. The masseuse felt her walls massage him perfectly — hot, silky, and incredibly tight — while her heavy tits bounced wildly above him.

The masseuse gripped Jihyo’s thick hips tighter, his fingers digging deep into her soft flesh as she squatted and bounced on his massive cock. Her powerful thighs flexed with every aggressive drop, her plump ass rippling loudly against his pelvis, wet squelching sounds filling the room as her soaked pussy swallowed him balls-deep over and over.

“Fuck yes—ride that dick, you horny little Korean star,” he growled, voice low and rough. “Big artist back home but here you’re just a dripping slut for American cock, huh?”

Jihyo’s face flushed deeper, half-lidded eyes rolling as she moaned brokenly. “Ahh—! Too big… neomu kip-eo… mmmph!” Her English came out shaky and limited. “You… so deep inside me… ahh!” She tried to keep riding hard, but her legs started trembling from the intense stretch and the building orgasm.

He suddenly bucked up hard, meeting her downward slam with a brutal thrust that made her heavy tits bounce wildly. “That’s right. Keep bouncing those fat tits in my face.” He slapped the side of one swinging breast hard, then the other, watching them jiggle with that natural sag. Jihyo cried out in pleasure, a mix of English and Korean spilling out: “Ahh! Yes—! More… please…!”

Without warning, he sat up, wrapped both strong arms around her waist, and flipped them. Jihyo yelped as her back hit the padded table, the masseuse now on top in full missionary. He hooked her thick legs over his broad shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove back inside her with one savage thrust.

“Fuck—! So deep!” Jihyo gasped, her raspy voice cracking. Her huge cups squished between them, nipples rubbing against his hard chest as he pounded her mercilessly. The new angle let him slam even deeper, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every aggressive stroke.

“Yeah? You like that, celebrity pussy?” he taunted, sweat dripping from his beard as he railed her. “All that stage dancing and you still this tight? Gonna wreck you.” He pinned her wrists above her head with one large hand and used the other to roughly grope and slap her bouncing tits while hammering into her soaked cunt.

Jihyo’s body shook under the assault. “A-ahh! Strong… too strong—! Nae mom-i… ahhh!” Her Korean moans mixed with broken English as her pussy clenched and gushed around him. She was completely overpowered now, dominated, her thick thighs quivering beside her head as he folded and fucked her senseless.

He leaned down, biting and sucking on her neck and tits, leaving marks while his hips never slowed—long, punishing strokes that made the table creak. “Cum on this cock like a good girl. Let me feel that famous Korean pussy squeeze me.”

Jihyo’s eyes rolled back, body arching as the orgasm crashed over her hard. She came with a loud, hoarse cry, walls pulsing wildly around his thick shaft.

But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding through her climax, turning wilder—pulling out suddenly only to flip her onto all fours and mount her again from behind, yanking her hair like reins as he railed her even harder, ass rippling with each impact, tits swinging heavily beneath her.

The masseuse kept pounding Jihyo through her shattering orgasm, her pussy spasming wildly around his thick cock, but he wasn’t done. With a deep growl, he suddenly pulled out, leaving her gaping and clenching around nothing. A thick string of her creamy juices stretched from her swollen pussy to his glistening shaft.

“On your knees. Clean your mess off my cock, you filthy celebrity slut,” he commanded, voice rough with lust.

Jihyo, still trembling and breathless, slid off the table on shaky legs. Her massive DD-cups swayed heavily with that natural sag as she dropped to her knees obediently. “Y-yes… I clean…” she whispered in broken English, face flushed with shame and arousal. She wrapped both small hands around his massive, vein-ridged cock—still slick with her own cum—and leaned in. Her full lips parted, and she dragged her warm tongue slowly from base to tip, tasting herself mixed with his musk. “Mmm… ahh… neomu jjaritan…” she moaned in Korean as she licked every inch clean, sucking her juices off his heavy balls before swallowing the head again with wet, sloppy sounds.

He didn’t let her stay gentle for long. Grabbing a thick fistful of her hair, he forced more of his cock into her mouth. “Deeper. Suck it like you mean it.” Jihyo gagged as he pushed past her tongue, her eyes watering while she hollowed her cheeks and bobbed messily. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her oily, heaving tits. He started face-fucking her with controlled aggression—hips thrusting forward, using her mouth like a toy while she moaned and slurped around him.

After several deep thrusts that made her throat bulge, he yanked her up by the hair. “Enough. Face down on the table.”

He spun her around and shoved her forward. Jihyo’s heavy breasts squished hard against the padded surface as she lay flat in prone bone position, thick thighs pressed together, plump ass slightly raised. He climbed on top, his muscular body pinning her completely. His weight pressed her down deliciously as he lined up and slammed back into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust.

“Ahhh—! Kip-eo! Too deep—!” Jihyo cried out, voice raspy and broken. Her body was trapped under him, completely helpless as he started pounding with long, powerful strokes. Each thrust made her ass ripple and her tits drag against the sheet. He wrapped one strong hand around her throat from behind, applying light pressure that made her head spin with submissive pleasure.

“Take this dick, big star. All that power on stage and you’re just getting pinned and fucked like a whore in my spa,” he taunted, hips snapping harder. His heavy balls slapped against her clit with every deep plunge. Jihyo’s moans turned into desperate, muffled Korean whimpers—“Eung… ahh! Joah… more…!”—as her pussy clenched rhythmically around him. The position was overwhelming; she could barely move, only feel every thick inch stretching and claiming her.

After several minutes of merciless prone bone, he pulled out again, flipped her onto her back, and straddled her chest. “Time to use these fat fucking tits.”

Jihyo looked up at him with hazy, lust-drunk eyes as he poured more warm oil over her heavy breasts, making them glisten obscenely. He pressed his throbbing cock between the soft, pillowy mounds and squeezed them together around his shaft with both hands. The natural slight sag made them envelop him perfectly—warm, heavy, and yielding.

He started thrusting aggressively, titfucking her with deep, sloppy strokes. The head of his cock punched up toward her face with every forward motion, smearing precum on her lips and chin. Jihyo obediently stuck out her tongue, licking and sucking the swollen tip whenever it reached her mouth. “So big… my tits… for you…” she gasped between licks, her hands pressing her own breasts tighter around him. The sight of her massive, oiled DD-cups being fucked hard—jiggling and rippling with every thrust—drove him wild. He slapped the sides of her tits repeatedly, watching them bounce and turn red while she moaned and drooled.

The full domination finale began when he grabbed a nearby towel and quickly tied her wrists together loosely above her head, securing them to the top of the massage table. “You’re mine now. No escaping this cock.”

Jihyo tested the light restraint, tugging weakly, her body trembling with fresh arousal at being fully bound and helpless. He used her relentlessly—flipping her into every position imaginable. He fucked her in missionary with her tied wrists pinned down, legs over his shoulders, pounding so deep her belly bulged slightly. Then back to doggy, yanking her bound arms back like reins while spanking her plump ass bright red. He made her squat and ride him again, but this time with his hand around her throat, choking her lightly as she bounced desperately on his massive length, tits flopping wildly.

Every movement was emphasized in raw detail: the wet squelch of her dripping pussy stretching around him, the heavy slap of her ass against his thighs, the way her saggy yet full tits bounced and swayed with every brutal thrust, nipples stiff and hypersensitive. He bit, sucked, slapped, and groped them constantly while talking dirty. “This is what you needed after your big concert, huh? Getting dominated and stretched by real cock.”

Jihyo was a complete mess—sweat, oil, and tears mixing on her flushed skin, hoarse voice cracking between English pleas and Korean moans: “Please… more…! Fuck me harder—! Ahh! Nae pussy… breaking…!” Her body shook through multiple orgasms, pussy gushing around him as she lost all control.

Finally, he untied her wrists, flipped her back into a deep mating press—her thick thighs folded all the way to her shoulders, ass up, pussy completely exposed and presented. He railed her with savage, jackhammer strokes, the table creaking violently under them. His heavy balls tightened as he felt his own climax building.

“Gonna fill this famous Korean pussy up,” he growled, beard brushing her ear. “Take every drop.”

Jihyo could only nod frantically, eyes rolled back. “Yes—! Inside… cum inside me… please!”

With a deep, animalistic roar, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Massive, thick ropes of hot cum flooded her womb in powerful spurts—pulse after pulse, more than she could handle. Her belly slightly swelled from the sheer volume as it overflowed, creamy white seed leaking out around his cock and dripping down her ass. Jihyo screamed in ecstasy, her final orgasm crashing through her as she felt him pumping her full.

They collapsed together, bodies slick and heaving, his cock still twitching inside her as the last spurts filled her.

After several long minutes of heavy breathing, the masseuse slowly pulled out, a huge gush of his cum pouring from Jihyo’s abused, gaping pussy onto the sheets. He gently untied the last remnants of the towel and helped her sit up, his touch turning surprisingly professional again as he wiped her down with warm towels and offered her water.

Jihyo’s legs were jelly. She could barely stand, her body covered in marks, oil, sweat, and cum. Her mind was blissfully blank—the deep exhaustion from the concert finally replaced by total, euphoric release. She dressed slowly in her simple hoodie and leggings, wincing with every movement but smiling faintly.

The masseuse walked her to the door with a respectful nod. “You were incredible, Ms. Jihyo. Come back anytime you need… real relief.”

She bowed slightly, voice still hoarse. “Thank you… I feel… new.”

Outside, the cool LA night air hit her flushed skin as she called another discreet Uber. Sitting carefully in the back seat, she felt the warm leak of his massive creampie soaking her panties, a secret reminder of how thoroughly she had surrendered. For the first time in years, her body and mind were completely relaxed—no leader responsibilities, no pressure, just raw satisfaction.

chenle. “am i interrupting?” he is, in fact, and he couldn’t care less. he also doesn’t care that you’re giving him a look that’s somewhere between confused and angry, because the guy ends up backing off. maybe that means you both feel the same way about it. going out? no way. commitment wasn’t his thing and you knew it—maybe that’s why you were so eager to say yes to that loser. if you were talking about dating, chenle could take you on dates, but you didn’t want that, so don’t even dream of doing it with others, when the right thing is to do it only with him.

renjun. “she’s not interested.” he makes the guy leave before you have a say about it, and now he think he’s a douchebag. what if he did the wrong thing? suddenly he feels sick. of course he knew the whole thing was bound to end badly, because he’s the type to get swept up in fleeting feelings; he just wanted to at least have a chance, even if you were just using him. suddenly he feels the need to undo what he’s done because he knows you’re not gonna choose him. but why you end up laughing and then holding his hand, guiding him somewhere where you two can kiss?

jaemin. not a word about it except for the frightening vibe he gives off. even answering feels hard, and you end up stammering that you’ll think about it. jaemin won’t let you do that, of course. his plan is to get that idea out of your head by kissing you so hard that you forget you even thought it. still, it feels a little disheartening to think that you might have said yes. if he hadn’t been there, would you have agreed? if you hadn’t looked at him first, would you have said yes? damn, he must be falling for you, then.

You're not sure exactly how it happened, all you know is that the moment you stepped inside your house, he was all over you. His hands were firm, almost desperate, as he pushed you toward the bedroom, his lips claiming yours in a feverish kiss, clothes were gone in an instant, discarded with an impressive speed.

And that's where you are now: pinned beneath him, your body folded in half as he pressed your knees against your chest, completely caging you in. His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, holding you open as he drove into you, his cock buried impossibly deep, stretching you perfectly. Each thrust pushed you further into the mattress, the sheer weight of him keeping you in place, as if he never wanted to let go.

“You were made for this," he groaned, voice thick with need, his grip tightening on your thighs. The way you stretched around him, the way your body clung to him, pulling him deeper, it drove him insane. "Look at you, taking me so well. You want it, don't you? Want me to fill you up?”

The words sent a shiver through you, heat pooling low in your belly. You were too far gone to deny it, too lost in the way he fucked you-fast, rough, relentless, like he was determined to fuck his claim into you. His hips snapped against yours with brutal precision, each thrust forcing desperate moans from your lips as he held you down, making sure you had no choice but to take everything he gave you.

He chuckled, dark and breathless, feeling your reaction. "You like that, hm? I bet you'd look so good carrying my baby," he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, soft, almost sweet, a contrast to the way he was fucking you. "Gonna make sure it takes," he murmured, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix. "Gonna fuck my baby into you, make you so full of me you'll never forget who you belong to.”

His thrusts grew more erratic as he felt himself nearing his orgasm. With a few more deep strokes, he spilled inside you, filling your womb with thick, hot spurts of cum.

Your walls fluttered around him, milking every last drop as he groaned against your skin, his grip on your thighs loosened. The warmth of his release sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you breathless beneath him.

He stayed inside you for a moment, catching his breath, his forehead resting against yours. His hands ran lazily over your body, as if savoring the way you felt beneath him, still trembling from the aftershocks.

"Fuck," he finally muttered, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "Look at you... all fucked out and full of me,” his fingers trailed down your stomach, pressing lightly just above your navel. "Bet you can feel it, can't you?" He pushed in just enough to make you whimper, your body still sensitive from the intensity of it all.

“Can’t waste a single drop, baby,” he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you and rolling his hips slightly, still impossibly hard inside you as he starts to move again. "Gotta keep you nice and full, make sure it sticks.”

The evening had settled into a quiet hum, the only sounds the soft creak of the rocking chair and the occasional gurgle from the bassinet where your newborn lay fast asleep. You sat in the dim lamplight, still in the same nursing bra you’d put on hours ago, a damp patch blooming across the fabric. Your third baby had nursed—eagerly, ravenously—but even after he’d latched and fed until his tiny belly was round and soft, your breasts still ached, still felt full to bursting. A thin trickle of milk escaped the corner of your nipple, soaking into the pad you’d tucked there moments before.

You sighed, pressing a hand to your chest, trying to will the pressure away. But it only seemed to grow heavier, the milk building like a tide that had nowhere to go.

“Y/N?” Jeno’s voice came from the doorway, soft and concerned. He stood there in a slightly wrinkled white button-up, glasses perched low on his nose, a book still open in one hand. His gaze fell to your hand pressed against your breast, to the wet spot you couldn’t hide. “Is it the milk again?”

You nodded, a tired smile touching your lips. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. The baby fed fine, but… it just keeps coming.”

He set the book aside on the side table and crossed the room, his footsteps muffled on the rug. Before you could protest, he knelt beside the rocking chair, his knees pressing into the soft carpet. His hand reached up, brushing your fingers aside, and he cupped the side of your breast through the fabric, his thumb tracing the swell.

“Let me help, baby,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, mindful of the sleeping infant. “Please. You don’t have to suffer through it.”

You hesitated only a moment, then nodded again, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. Jeno’s fingers found the clasp of your nursing bra, undoing it with practiced gentleness. The fabric fell away, and your breast—heavy, thick, sleek with the sheen of leaked milk—rested in his palm. His thumb stroked across the nipple, and a bead of milk welled up, trembling.

“You’re so full,” he murmured, almost to himself, his eyes fixed on the sight. “So beautiful.”

He leaned in, and you felt his breath—warm and soft—against your skin. His lips parted, and then his mouth closed around your nipple, his tongue flicking out to catch that first drop. The sensation shot through you, a combination of relief and a deeper, warmer pleasure that settled low in your belly. He began to drink, slow and steady, his cheeks hollowing as he drew the milk into his mouth.

You gasped softly, your hand finding the back of his head. His hair was soft, clean, threaded through with hints of gray at the temples. You ran your fingers through it as he nursed, your other hand bracing against the arm of the chair. His eyes were closed, his glasses fogging slightly from the warmth of your skin.

Jeno’s hand, still cupping your other breast, began to move in slow, gentle circles. He kneaded the flesh with a tender pressure, working the milk toward the nipple, easing the engorgement. You felt a trickle escape that side too, and he caught it with his thumb, smearing it across the skin before bringing his thumb to his own lips to taste.

“You taste incredible,” he breathed against your nipple, his voice thick. “Sweet and warm. I could drink from you forever.”

You tugged gently at his hair, a soft laugh escaping you. “Honey… remember the baby. Leave some for him.”

“I know,” he said, but he didn’t stop drinking. His mouth stayed latched, his tongue working in lazy, loving strokes. He pulled the milk from you in long, even swallows, each one bringing a fresh wave of relief that made your shoulders drop lower against the chair.

The baby stirred, a tiny sigh, then settled again. Jeno paused, his mouth still around you, his eyes fluttering open to look toward the bassinet. When he was satisfied that the infant was still asleep, he resumed, but more cautiously, his movements slower, quieter.

He switched breasts without asking, his hand guiding you as you shifted slightly. He ducked his head and took your left nipple into his mouth, and the same rhythm began again. This breast was even fuller, and he moaned low in his throat as the first thick stream of milk flooded his tongue. His fingers worked the other side, massaging, coaxing, until you were both sighing softly in the dim light.

“You’re such a good mother,” he said, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips brushing your nipple with each word. “The best. You’ve given me three beautiful children, and you give them everything. But you give me so much too.”

You felt the warmth of his praise settle over you like a blanket. Your fingers kept moving through his hair, tracing the curve of his ear, the line of his jaw. His cheek was stubbled, and it rubbed against the soft skin of your breast in a way that made you shiver.

“I want more,” he whispered, almost too low to hear. “I know it’s soon, but… I want to see you like this again. Full and round and glowing. I want you to have my fourth, our fourth. Maybe a fifth, too.”

You caught his gaze, and his eyes were earnest, vulnerable behind those glasses. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “We’ll have more, Jeno. When the time is right.”

He smiled against your skin and resumed drinking, drawing out the moment, savoring the sweetness. After a long, quiet while, he finally pulled away, his lips swollen and glistening. He looked at your breasts, now softer, no longer straining with pressure. The milk had begun to slow, a single droplet still hanging from your nipple.

He reached up with his thumb, caught that drop, and brought it to his mouth again. Then he carefully re-fastened your nursing bra, pressing a kiss to the fabric over each breast.

“Thank you, baby,” he said, his voice still a whisper. “You take such good care of all of us.”

You cupped his face, your thumbs brushing the corner of his glasses, and pulled him up for a soft kiss. His lips tasted of you, warm and milky.

The baby cooed in his sleep, a contented little sound. Jeno eased into the chair beside you, turning the lamp lower, and you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you. The house was still, the night soft, and the quiet promise of more children, more moments like this, wrapped around you both like a lullaby.

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Jeno was shy, anyone who had ever encountered the dude would be able to tell you that, but his best friend was far from it; being best friends with Jaemin sometimes brought out a side of Jeno that not even he, himself, knew existed.

The fact Jeno and Jaemin were friends was news to shock anyone; the school nerd and the school fuck boy? Best friends? It was news to those who only knew Jeno on the surface level, because deep down, he was just as bad as Jaemin. Instead of taking his perverted thoughts out on girls though, he resulted in his fist.

He tried to make a move on you, to show you that he wanted to take it one step forward in a direction that would strip you of all your innocence, but every time he did try - you shut him down.

It wasn't on purpose, you were just oblivious to what he wanted, oblivious to the raging hard on in his pants; dark spots on his jeans; cum-stained underwear. You never noticed any of it.

Jeno couldn't blame you - you were a normal functioning human being, and he was a raging pervert, he knew that.

"Jeno," His ears perk at the sound of you calling out his name throughout his small college dorm. His legs work before his mind is carrying him over to his bedroom where you were laying, your body almost invisible among the sheer amount of blankets and pillows on the bed.

"Yes princess?" Jeno's cheeks turn pink at only mentioning the nickname, his wide rimmed glasses slipping down his perfect nose. "Did you pick a movie? I was just finishing up the popcorn," He reaches out to stroke a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his lips twitching up into a smile - fighting the urge to catch your lips in a kiss that would hopefully lead to more.

"Mhmmm, I did," You giggle softly as Jeno fixes your hair, he had always been a perfectionist. "Come watch," You pull him into a soft kiss, arms locking around his shoulders whilst your legs easily attack his waist - trapping him in a bear hug.

"Fine baby, I'll ask Nana to check the popcorn," Jeno sighs, pushing you off of him so he could slip his shirt off - skin to skin contact whilst cuddling was something the two of you took seriously, even if it meant being naked.

You yawn, tucking your face into Jeno's armpit so you could smell his scent, eyelids fluttering shut whilst the movie drones on in the background. It had been days since you had been able to feel the comfort of Jeno's arms, he had been far too busy in the damn gym to pay any attention to you.

"Are you sleepy baby?" Jeno smirks, your eyes immediately opening to be met with your boyfriend's soft eyes. "No," You mumble, "Wan kiss," You pucker your lips in hopes that Jeno would give in to you, "Please?"

With a scoff, Jeno leans in to catch your lips in a soft kiss, slowly moving his own lips against yours, running his tongue against the seam. A small whimper comes from your throat as Jeno forces his tongue down your throat, his hands coming down to grope your ass.

Jeno's soft brown hair falls in front of his eyes as he kisses you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him down onto the bed; he tumbles down on top of you, arms barricading your head with his forearms as his crotch pressed into yours.

The kiss gets messier, drool running down your chin from your constantly sucking on your boyfriend's tongue. "Was that a good enough kiss?" Jeno pulls away from the kiss, his cheeks a deep pink, hair sticking to his forehead, lips shining with your saliva.

You giggle softly, eyelashes fluttering as you nod before you hide your face away in his shoulder - embarrassment absorbing into your bones like a field of grass that hadn't seen rain in months. "Don't hide from me princess," Jeno chuckles, tangling one of his hands in your hair to yank you away from his shoulder, "I think you look so cute, all messy like this," Jeno bucks his hips into your thigh so you can feel how hard he is, "I really like it,"

A soft moan is pushed out of your throat at the sensation of your boyfriend's hard cock pressing against your wet panties, "Y-Yeah," Your cheeks are the same shade as Jeno's now, the redness spreading up to the tips of your ears and down your neck, spreading like a damn wildfire in the forest.

"Should we, like, do something about this?" You look down at the obvious tent in Jeno's sweatpants, the outline of his cock visible. "It looks uncomfortable." The two of you had never done more than grinding against each other when making out, sometimes one of his hands wandered up your shirt but apart from that, the two of you are innocent - or so, you thought Jeno was innocent.

"Yeah, baby," He leaves wet opened mouth kisses along the side of your neck until he reaches your lips again, "I'm just going to go and freshen up; I'll be back in a minute." Jeno slides off of your body, walking to the bathroom so fast he was almost jogging.

You didn't think much of it considering Jeno had always been slightly shyer about intimacy, the two of you would make out for hours on the couch yet nothing else would happen. You didn't really know what else was meant to happen, but all of your friends had all these cool stories of their boyfriend's going down on them; fucking them from behind; making them cum time and time again.

You felt like you were missing out.

You push the thoughts to the back of your head, getting comfortable on the king sized bed, all your plushies, blankets, pillows, and God knows what else you had dumped on Jeno's bed, moulded to your body perfectly. It only took a few minutes before you were yawning, eyes shut, and drool was slowly staring to pool on your tongue as you slowly lost the fight to sleep.

Whilst you were sleeping peacefully in his bed, Jeno was fighting for his life in the bathroom.

Jeno's face burns from how hard he's blushing, the cold water that he splashes on his face barely does anything to soothe the burning - the hot, wet, sticky feeling of his cum seeping into his sweatpants only made it worse.

"Fuck," He rests his forehead against the mirror, looking at the mess he had created of himself; brown hair damp, pupils completely blown, ears red, and his lips swollen.

Time seems to pass by a lot faster when you're contemplating your life choices, well, that's what it felt like anyway. The persistent banging on the door from his roommate tugged Jeno out of his dazed thoughts.

"Jeno, I'm gonna piss my pants dude!" Jaemin's voice comes out in a deep, rumble that vibrates the floor boards. Jeno flinches slightly, his hand reaching for the door and before he can even fully open it, Jaemin is rushing in and pulling his cock out.

"What's with the long face lover boy?" Jaemin turns his head, his aim missing the toilet and splattering against the seat.

The anxious knot in Jeno's stomach tightens at the question - a new wave of embarrassment crashes over Jeno's already broken body, a few tears of shame pooling in his eyes; he had came in his sweatpants kissing you, he felt like a damn criminal. his hair falling in front of his eyes.

"You can't laugh," Jeno's voice is weak, slightly damp around the edges, as if he were holding back tears.

"I would never laugh at my Hyung," Jaemin rolls his eyes playfully, tucking himself away and washing his hands, his gaze never leaving the other - interrogating him in silence.

"I came in my pants when made out with her."

Jaemin tugs the front of his baseball cap -the one that he never took off, it was like it was permanently stuck to his head- down, covering his eyes as he tries to hold in his laughter. "You're such a virgin Hyung," his black hair bounces slightly as he laughs, the few strands that were poking out the front of his cap now damp with sweat.

Jeno lets out a sigh of defeat, eyes down casted at the ground as Jaemin now openly points and laughs at him, calling him a range of names. virgin, loser, pathetic. He doesn't fight back, taking each insult like a bullet to the chest; not a single flinch; not a single movement.

"I'm sorry, I've never heard of a guy actually cumming in his pants from a kiss. I've not even done that before," Jaemin wipes the tears from his eyes, stomach cramping from how hard he had been laughing.

"I want to take it further with her so bad, but I don't know how… Can you help me?"

Jaemin's eyebrow cocks at the idea, his silver chain glinting in the dim light of the bathroom. A few moments of silence passing before he replies:

"Help you fuck your girlfriend?"

The words hang in the air, Jeno's lips twitching as he thinks of a response. "Y-Yeah, you're always with girls. You know what you're doing, you could just… show me what to do and I'll do it! She doesn't even have to know, if you do it from behind,, I could just pretend it's me," Jeno's voice trembles as he speaks, but he still speaks with a confidence that could only be there if this plan had been a reoccurring thought.

The innocent act Jeno had been playing was slowly unravelling and the first person to see through it out of everyone in the world was Jaemin.

"Fucking hell Hyung, you're a pervert."

Jaemin runs a hand through his hair, a sigh of frustration slipping from his lips.

Jeno's cheeks somehow turn a deeper shade of red, hands barricading his face as a poor attempt to try and hide away from the younger man. His heart thumps behind his ribs, the sound of his blood rushing around his body fills his ears - the anticipation killing him.

"You want me to pretend I'm you to fuck your girlfriend?" The younger man closes the space between the two of them, "Are you fucked up in the head?"

"N-No, I'm not, I promise," Jeno's back collides with the wall, his eyes darting across the room to try and find an escape. "I'm not a pervert, I just want to be a good boyfriend and make my girlfriend happy,"

"Make her happy by giving her another man's cock?" Jaemin presses his chest against Jeno's, "Do you think she'll even want to come back to you after that? After she gets a taste of my dick, why would she ever want yours?"

A moment passes, then another before Jeno is biting his lip, hands balling up into fists by his sides, a mixture of shame and arousal burning through him.

"S-She loves me, she'd want me," His words barely fill the space between them, "She's my girlfriend," The word seems to hold a meaning that only Jeno can hold onto; Jaemin smirks at just how pathetic his Hyung sounds.

"Right," He runs his tongue across his bottom lip, the metal ball of his tongue piercing gliding along his bottom lip. The younger man runs his hand down the elder's torso until he reaches his crotch, "You sure you're not gay?" Jaemin squeezes the hard, cum-soaked bulge inside of Jeno's pants.

The elder whimpers, pushing his best friend off of him with a huff. He mutters something under his breath, a mixture of an insult and a compliment as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, weighing out his options, "Can you just give me some pointers? Please?"

Jaemin scoffs, "You really think I'll help you fuck your girl for free Hyung?" The fear that pools in Jeno's eyes sends a sick thrill down his spine. "You gotta show me how bad you want it," He runs his finger along the side of Jeno's jaw. "You have to earn it,"

"How do I earn it?"

"You have to put that pretty mouth to work Hyung." Jaemin chuckles, his gaze falling to his own cock before he drags his eyes up Jeno's chest. "I need to get something out of it too, I can't just give out my advice for free,"

Jeno gulps nervously, a bead of sweat running down his forehead, "Nana you can't be serious," Jeno scoffs, "I'm not gay-" His protests are immediately shut down by the younger man forcing him to his knees by his hair.

"Neither am I; a mouth is a mouth." Jaemin smirks down at his scared friend, his hand tightening it's grip in his hair. "Do you want your girl to think you can fuck her good?" Jeno nods his head eagerly in response, thick tears staining his cheeks.

"Then suck my cock like a good boy,"

The older sniffles, his lips parting slightly as Jaemin unties his sweatpants - pulling them down just enough so that his cock was free. Jeno's eyes widen, a mixture of fear and anticipation bubbling in his stomach, how the hell was his cock that big?

"No teeth," Jaemin guides his red tip to Jeno's lips, watching them widen to accommodate to his size. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this," He tangles his hair in the other's hair, forcing him to take more of his length, drool already starting to drip down the sides of Jeno's jaw.

His jaw goes completely lax -a mixture of drool and precum running down his chin- as his friend uses his mouth, hands balled into fists in his lap - the only thought running through his mind being this was for her.

"Hollow your cheeks out - Atta boy," Jaemin gives him a condensing pat to his cheek. Jaemin lifts his shirt up, biting the hem to try and silence his grunts, especially with the way that Jeno was digging his tongue into his slit, he knew he wouldn't last long.

The muffled sniffles Jeno choked out send vibrations along Jaemin's cock, sending him tumbling over the edge of his orgasm - hot, sticky ropes of cum coating the inside of his best friend's mouth.

Jeno gags, pushing Jaemin away from him - causing a few spurts of cum to land on his face. He quickly gets up, leaning over the sink as he gags, spitting out all of his best friend's cum out of his mouth before trying to rinse the taste out with water.

"15 minutes and I'll be there Hyung." He lands another pat on Jeno's back, this time with a little bit more love, "Wear this for the mean time, I'll tell you what to do," He drops an air pod in Jeno's hand, turning on his heel and walking out of the bathroom - leaving Jeno to catch his thoughts.

The sour taste of cum clings to Jeno's tongue, the air pods felt like a brick in his palm, the angel on his shoulder telling him to give it back to his friend - to pretend that none of this happened; the devil on his shoulder was telling him to do it, to place the air pods in his ear and let his friend control his loss of his own virginity.

"Did you fall down the toilet baby?" Your sleepy words pull Jeno from his spiralling thoughts, hands balling into even tighter fists as he swills mouthwash around his mouth, spitting the foamy substance into the sink as he takes a shallow breath.

"I'm fine princess. Go back to bed, I'll be there in a minute-"

"I'll wait here, I missed you,"

Jeno lets out an audible sigh, wanting nothing more than to hide in the bathroom for the rest of the night and pretend like he didn't just give his best friend a blow job in return for some sex advice. "Alright baby, I'll be out in a sec."

Jeno rips his shirt off, the cum that had landed on it was now soaked into the fabric - making it impossible to wash out without leaving a stain. He rolls his eyes, sliding the air pod in his ear as he opens the door to be greeted by the sight of you: clad in his shirt that was at least 2 times bigger than you the arm was slipping off one of your shoulders, nipples perked due to the cold air of the halls, and your eyes still hazy from the slumber you had just woken from.

"Sleepy girl," Jeno chuckles as he leans down to scoop you up into his arms, holding your head against his chest. "You look so cute in my clothes," He rubs his thumb against your hip as he carries you to bed, the air pod in his ear a constant reminder of his earlier actions, of his best friend's cock deep in his throat and cum splattered over his chest.

" 'M not even sleepy," You yawn out, pressing a few wet kisses along Jeno's neck, your dry lips scratching at his skin ever so slightly.

"You might not be sleepy but you definitely need some chap stick for those dry lips," He cringes, setting you down on the bed before rummaging around in the bedside drawer to find some chap stick - strawberry so Jaemin wouldn't steal it, of course.

"Not wearing it unless you put it on me," You cross your arms over your chest, a pout tugging on your lips with tears threatening to spill out of your eyes - you had mastered the look of a hurt puppy. Jeno scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully but he knows he's going to give in, hell his body is already leaning forward to apply the moisturiser to your lips but you shake your head. "Not like that!"

"How else am I meant to put it on you?" Jeno pauses, genuine confusion in his eyes as he looks at your lips. His heart is racing again, anxious thoughts filling his brain of being a bad boyfriend, that he was failing at just a simple task.

"Put the chap stick on your own lips and kiss her dumb ass." Jaemin's voice bellows through his skull, the air pod on max volume, making Jeno jump a mile in his skin. He makes a mental note to thank his friend, hastily applying the chap stick to his own mouth and leaning down so he was eye to eye with you.

"Is this how you wanted me to do it?" Jeno closes the space between the two of you for the second time that night, his hands getting clammy - he felt like a teenager, having his first kiss all over again.

"Put your hands on her waist, pull her into you," Jeno follows the instructions, large, damp hands grabbing your waist through the thin fabric of his shirt, feeling your curves under his palms.

You take the initiative, slowly moving your lips against your boyfriend's, eyelashes fluttering closed when he squeezes your hips, an unknown feeling starts to spread through your abdomen.

"Run your tongue along her bottom lip, move your right had to her chest and squeeze her tit then you can get your tongue in her mouth since she'll gasp - trust me bro." Jeno's eyebrows furrow, how did Jaemin even find this information out? His source was literally, trust me bro. Sadly Jeno didn't have any other choice, he was far too deep in the deep end to try and ignore Jaemin's instructions now.

He clumsily moves his hand up to your chest, squeezing your boob slightly too hard which in return, makes you yelp and open your mouth up - he'll take it as a win. Jeno slides his tongue into your mouth, exploring every square inch of your mouth, tasting you.

"Push her backwards, climb on top of her, show her how hard you are."

Jeno grunts when he gently pushes you backwards, his tongue almost sliding down the back of your throat and causing you to choke. He sandwiches your waist between his thighs, his entire body towering over yours as the make out gets more sloppy -more desperate.

Jeno seems to gain some sort of knowledge of the female body - or he remembers a specific scene in the latest porno he watched- because a surge of confidence spreads through his veins like an electric shock. He gently parts from the kiss, a mix of both of your saliva connecting you before Jeno's leaning down to press wet, opened mouth kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands sliding under your shirt to feel your soft skin.

"J-Jeno," You stumble over your words, still tongue tied from the kiss. Your legs act on instinct, wrapping around your boyfriend's waist so he's stuck there. He smirks into your neck, pressing his cock into your clothed cunt.

"Grind against her, get her wet - play with her tits, I'll be there in 5."

Jeno follows the command like its the only chance he has at surviving, his cock pressing into your cunt in a way which should be illegal - punching soft moans out of your throat when he drags his bulge over your clit.

"You sound so good princess," He huffs into your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin, claiming you as his - maybe it was a way of him marking you to deter Jaemin from leaving on your skin, or maybe he was just desperate to remember that you were his girl before you were anyone else's.

You can only blush, legs falling down as you spread them wider, wanting to feel Jeno even deeper, closer, inside of you. "Please," You're not quite sure what you're even begging for, an orgasm or for him to not leave you hanging, the best sex of your life or just some head.

"Lay on your stomach baby, face in the pillows, ass up," Your bones ache with arousal as you roll onto your stomach, your shirt riding up when you put your ass in the air to show off just how soaked your panties were. The white fabric clings to your cunt, your puffy pussy lips and clit visible through the fabric.

"Good girl," The praise sends a weird thrum through your body, knees buckling under your weight as you try and present yourself to your boyfriend. Jeno turns to the door, Jaemin was already there, leaning against the frame with his tongue bar pulled between his teeth, waiting to corrupt your poor, innocent pussy.

"I'm just going to grab a condom sweetheart," Jeno leaves a chaste kiss to your shoulder as he moves to kneel on the floor next to your head. You mewl, the bed dipping behind you and the feeling of some slightly cooler hands grabbing at your waist.

"Please Jeno, I need you so bad," You tug your shirt off, throwing it across the room in a huff before stuffing your face back into the pillows. Jaemin smirks, moving his hand to your cunt to run two fingers along your slit, collecting all your slick before spreading it across your inner thigh.

"Such a good girl baby-" Jeno's words are cut off by your sharp moan, Jaemin had dropped to his knees, pierced tongue lapping at your cunt like it was his last meal. You were already drunk on the pleasure, hips bucking back into his face, thighs trembling.

"Jeno- When, When did you get your tongue pierced?" You gasp, the metal ball of Jaemin's piercing rubbing against your cunt before he runs it down to your entrance, teasing you. Jeno panics, his entire plan falling about in front of his eyes. You seen too distracted by Jaemin's fingers now sliding inside of you to even bother chasing up an answer from your boyfriend, eyes squeezed closed as you grip the sheets.

Jaemin grunts into your cunt, one arm wrapping around your waist to pull you more up as he shifts onto his knees, pulling his sweatpants down to mid thigh. His cock smacks against your thigh and you whimper, knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping the sheets. "This might hurt a bit baby girl, but I promise I'll go slow," Jeno shoots daggers at his friend, a silent warning to be gentle with his precious girlfriend when he took her virginity.

You nod, a noise halfway between a moan and a scream filling the bedroom when Jaemin thrusts half of his cock into you in one single snap of his hips, his thumb tracing circles into your clit so tit would ease the pain and add more pleasure. Tears run down your cheeks, slick runs down your thighs, pain searing through your lower body and climbing up your spine like a ladder.

"So fucking tight," Jaemin snarls, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he bottoms out inside of you, your stomach bulging ever so slightly. Your brain had already turned off, not registering that it wasn't your boyfriend snarling into your ear, rather his best friend.

"You like this dick?" His breath comes out in sharp huffs, tightening his grip in your hair so that you were arched like a bridge between purity and sin, a path that was one way with no return. "Answer me when I ask you a question bitch,"

Your mouth falls open in awe at the crude words leaving your supposed boyfriend's mouth, his hand coming down to spank you across your ass burning the imprint of his palm onto the soft flesh. "Y-Yes Jeno I love your dick," You moan out in between Jaemin's thrusts and he spanks you again in response.

Jeno cringes in his spot next to you on the ground, his hand -that he had no memory of slipping down into his pants- speeds up, squeezing around the tip the way he thought your cunt would. Precum soaks into his pants - the second pair he had ruined that night- his hand speeds up when he catches a glimpse of Jaemin's dick disappearing into you.

"Not my name, try again." Jaemin punctuates his annoyance with an extra hard thrust, hand colliding with" your ass for the second time that night - and probably not the last.

You rake your mind for something, anything else that your boyfriend would prefer to be called but nothing comes to mind. Your body shakes in pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head before Jeno is whispering into your ear, "Tell daddy how well he's fucking you."

Your cunt clenches around Jaemin's cock, elbows giving up before your face is smothered in the pillows. "So good daddy, feels so good," You pant into the pillow, the lewd sound of your pussy squelching fills the room, ringing through your ears and leaving you completely useless.

"Gonna stuff this pussy full of my cum and you're gonna thank me for it bitch," His thrusts get more sloppy, his second orgasm of the night ripping through him like a damn fire, Jaemin's seed oozing out the sides of your cunt as he continues to fuck his cum deep into you. You mewl, thighs trembling as you also cum, eyes squeezed shut and your fingers gripping the sheets once more.

Jeno spews into his hand, biting his arm to try and stifle his own whimpers and moans, his head falling onto your shoulder. You slowly come back down from your orgasm, Jaemin's cock softening and slipping out of you as you turn around; your eyes widen at the sight of Jaemin behind you.

"JENO?" Your eyes dart across the room, a hand coming down to cover your abused cunt, your boyfriend letting out a soft grunt of annoyance at your yelling.

"Surprise baby girl," Jaemin winks, pierced tongue poking out to tease you, his hand running through his dishevelled hair as he pulls his pants up with the other. "Your boyfriend was too much of a pussy to fuck you so he asked me to help, think of it as a glitch - you though it was him anyway,"

Tears pool in the corner of your eyes before the spew onto your cheeks, leaving burning tracks in their wake. How could your boyfriend let another man fuck you?! Let another man take your virginity even!

"I'm sorry baby- I just wanted to impress you," Jeno has his own tears running down his face now, gripping onto your hand with his two sticky ones, "Please forgive me,"

"Only if you get your tongue pierced."

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You were looking down at the menu the cashier waiting with a bored expression and you decide to pick a cold drink due to the hot weather outside, waiting on the side until your name is called for you to pick your drink as you turn around to leave someone pumps into you making your drink fall from your hands to the floor

“Shit I'm so sorry miss, I'll get you another one” he says nervously you look at him , he was handsome, unfortunately, his features sharp but he had dog like features that made him less intimidating, he signals for the janitor to come clean up the mess and go to the cashier and buys you another drink.

“I'm so sorry again” he says and hands you the drink

“It's okay I guess” you say and leave, already late for work, stupid people always ruining your damn day, you scoff and shake your head and you notice a stain on your clothes which makes you frown even further and roll your eyes.

You walk into the office and sit at your desk, your coworker already eating your ears up with the new office gossip and you just hum and nod while working. Then starts talking about her wedding preparations , her bachelorette party and then talks about her shitty in-laws and how much they complain, by the way she complains as well they seem very compatible.

At your coffee break she goes on gossiping except more of your coworkers joining in, eating your ears off as you drink your coffee, they share similar encounters with their in laws to comfort her, ensuring that she's gonna get married whether they like it or not, until one of your other coworkers walks in

“Did you guys hear about the hybrid killing that man” she says while looking down at her phone, now you're interested, hybrids and humans have never been compatible, they've always been enemies, from how hybrids attack humans out of nowhere, to humans using hybrids for unpaid labour, until they finally agreed to just live separately, different areas, there has been occasions where a human and a hybrid fall in love not really sure how did that work but It never ended well, hybrids despite looking like humans with animal ears and a tail maybe even teeth, are very different in nature, you can't lie and say they don't have human behaviour at some time but you can't really deny the fact that they are also very animalistic, studying about them in college to get the get the passing grade, it made you realize that even if two animals look a bit like they can be very different from each other and now this, no one is sure how did that hybrid didn't come here, how did it get past the city's security and check up? The body belonged to a man in his 40s who is a police officer– based on his ID, married with 2 kids which makes it worse, these hybrids have little to no sympathy. Your coworkers shift their conversation from crazy in-laws to how monstrous hybrids are , some defending them calling out how we mistreated them as well, maybe the man hurt him

“You studied hybrids in college, right y/n? Hybrids only attack when they feel danger right?” There is truth to it , but hybrids still are humans as well, humans would kill someone for anything or nothing, but you just nod, not really wanting to argue over some ‘nonsense’ as you'd call it.

The invitation reaches you, a bachelorette party, at a strip club?? You raise an eyebrow at the location, not planning on going anyways, clubs weren't your cup of tea, definitely including strip clubs, the date being a week away.

You don't know if was faith or just bad luck but it was the worst week of your life, your boss making your work load unbearable, your car getting broken down in the middle of the road while going back home or your mother getting ill suddenly, and now you do want a drink so badly matter of fact you'll just go to the damn party.

Thankfully one of your coworkers lived close enough to drive you there with her, you wore a smile black dress that was barely covering your thighs, but covered enough, and high heels that you knew you would regret wearing later, but you only live once so you shrug it off.

Finally after an hour and half of driving around, you arrive to the club, stepping in with your coworker and you're faced with your other coworkers and the soon to be bride and some other women you couldn't recognise, probably her family and friends out of work, she greets you and your coworker

“You guys will like it, trust me” she says before calling over the waiter, the waiter gets closer and you notice the fluffy tail and his ears and raise an eyebrow, a hybrid..? You look at your friend and she has the same confused expression

“What would you ladies like to drink?” The man in front of you asks

“get me the strongest thing you got here” you say quickly

“Are you sure? I wouldn't wanna miss the show if I was you” he says trying to sound tempting

“Get me two then.” You say and turn around to the soon to be bride

“Did you seriously pick a hybrid strip club?” You try to lower your voice as possible

“What? It was tempting and it's kinda cheap to be honest” she shrugs and you shake your head and you're met with the same waiter placing the two glasses on the table in front of you and you give him a smile thanks.

It's when the strippers start coming out, men built like Greek gods, with a face of a model, except they have animal ears? And tails? They are attractive, you'll give them that, that's until you see a semi familiar face when you're a hundred percent sure you've never met a hybrid until you walked into this club, is he a human lying about his identity to become..a stripper? Or is it a hybrid lying about being human for god knows what? Then you remember the murder case that happened a week ago, you're pulled out of your thoughts when that very same stripper walks up to you, you look up at him and he looks at you expectantly.

“Well?” You ask and raise an eyebrow, you notice a collar wrapped around his neck, with ‘jeno’ written on it

“I can tell you don't like hybrids” he says, teasing, about to open your mouth to reply, your friend cutting you off, by encouraging you to get up with him , you roll your eyes before getting up– the man in front leading the way, can you even sleep with strippers? Where is he even taking you, he opens a door to a room, looks basic enough, with a bed in the middle of it, only thing that makes it seem a bit odd was the red light

“So, what is this exactly?” You ask, he doesn't answer you, he just presses a button that was on the wall and shelves of different kinds of toys appear, he kneels in front of you and looks up at you

“Am I gonna pay for the service “ you ask mockingly

“Yes” he says, sounding professional

“Is your name really Jeno?” You ask

“Yes ma'am”

“And what kind of hybrid are you?”

“I'm a dog hybrid” of course he is, you look at his ears and pat him on the head and touch his ears which makes him whimper softly

“You're fluffy” you hum stroking his ears, he squirms under your touch, you go sit in the bed ,expecting him to follow behind

He crawls to the bed and sits on the mattress next to you

You turn to look at the shelf filled with toys, your eyes laying on a leash , he follows your gaze looking at the leash and raises an eyebrow, you stand up and go grab the leather leash and walk back to him attaching it to his collar, you see his ears flinch a bit at it, which makes you chuckle

“What's so funny?” He asks

“You are, I mean your ears just flinched at it” you say

“Do you like it? , being treated like a dog?” You ask

“Well I am already a dog” he shrugs and points to his ears and tail which makes you roll your eyes

“Lay down for me” you say, it sounds more like a command than a request– which makes him submit.

The thing is– jeno has never been dominated, all the humans that come to this club expect him to take control, to give then an ‘animalistic fuck’ , reducing him to just an animal which he dislikes , because he is also a human, but that's what he's expected to do, he's getting paid to do so, to give them what they want, this being the first time he might get dominated– does excite him, but it does scare him, he had to be professional, he has to remind himself you're a human not a hybrid, that you're probably just here because your friend told you to.

You push him onto the bed, making him fully lay down, you walk to that shelf again and pull fuzzy pink handcuffs, cuffing both his wrists to the headboard, you can't trust a hybrid after all, you finally pull his pants and boxers, his length springs free, his cock was veiny, long and thick with a pink leaking tip , you wrap your hand around his shaft while your other hand pulls onto the leash, your hand going up and down shaft while his tip leaks pre cum

“Poor baby already so close, how pathetic” you mock , which makes his cock flinch in arousal

“Aw that turns you on? Being called a pathetic dumb puppy turns you on?” You say and look at his flushed face, sweaty, hair getting messed up, his eyes closed so you pull on the leash making him wince

“It's disrespectful to not look at your owner , you know that right, baby?” You raise an eyebrow and he groans before opening his eyes looking at you while your hand strokes his shaft

“Can I come ma'am?” He stutters and you ignore his question , the need of release so close , you can see the way he's drooling and tearing up– God he's so pathetic and beautiful , you speed up your pace which makes him spill a series of moans and whines , weakly begging for release while tears stream down his face which turn you on even more.

“You can come” you whisper and you can see his eyes lighten up at your words, his come spurting out of dick, filling your hand and messing the sheets up

“Say ahh” you order and he opens his mouth and you push your fingers in letting his tongue clean up his come off your fingers

“Good boy” you hum and pull your fingers out

You climb onto him? Your core pressing his semi hard cock, you uncuff his wrists and his hands fly to hold onto your hips

“Can I please- fuck can I please fuck you?” he asks desperately, his voice breathy and whiney

“Aw you wanna fuck me? Like the dumb puppy you are?” You pout and leans down to kiss him, he kisses you back his tongue invading your mouth savouring the moment as much as possible, you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, take your panties off, your cunt directly onto his cock now, and he can feel how wet you are, he looks at you with big puppy like eyes seeking permission and you nod , and he slips inside you, your wetness making it easy for him to fully be inside you despite his large size, his groans as he feels your warmth around him, you feel the pleasure surges all over your body making you moan slightly, the sound going straight to his dick, you bounce on top of him and he can't help but moan and whine, he was already feeling close, his face flushed and light pink from the heat and his moans get more frequent, louder even.

“You poor little thing, wanna come again already?” You hum and he nods his eyes glossy and dark with lust

“You gotta make me come first baby” as you say this , he grips your hips tightly and buckle his hips, desperate to make you come, and it was working you gasp at the feeling of him buckling his hips just to make you come, you feel the wave of pleasure wash over you as your orgasm hits, your head is topped back your eyes rolling as you come, after you calm down from your high you look down at jeno and he was looking at you desperately waiting for permission which you give him nodding to him and he thrusts into you for few more times before filling you with his seed , his hands rest on your hips as he empties himself inside you before he passes out.

“Yo dude wake up” mark, the bartender wakes him up and he opens his eyes just a little

“What is happening “ he groans and buries his face in the pillow

“The chick that was with you left hell cash” mark Says and jeno turn yo face mark who points at the nightshade that had cash on and raise an eyebrow

jeno had been trying to quit vaping for a solid two weeks now, but it was impossible when everywhere he looked his eyes fell upon one of those precious nicotine sticks.

everyone vaped, even you - the innocent, shy girl who refused to meet anyone at the eye.

so, if he really thought about it, vaping wasn't that bad if everyone did it.

vaping wasn't bad if everyone did it, and did it even count if he just shot gunned someone else? jeno tried to pitch the idea to his friends as a joke, a joke of kissing him so he could have the sweet release of nicotine seeping into his veins but no one fell for it.

jeno had to take things into his own hands; he had to stoop lower.

"let me have a hit of your vape,"

your eyes dart around the room, unsure of who would even be speaking to you until you meet his eyes.

pupils blown, hands twitching at his sides, his left eyelid twitching like he was fighting a zombie infection.

"w-what?"

"you heard me." jeno closes the space between you; you take a step back to try and escape his broad shoulders and harsh glare. "give me a hit of your vape."

you swallow nervously, clutching your vape at your side. "better yet, just shot gun me sweetheart"

your cheeks flush red at the pet name, "cmon baby girl, help a pretty boy out," jeno tilts his head down slightly, his hand wrapping around your wrist to bring the vape to your lips, coaxing you to take a hit.

you nervously follow his instructions, taking a shallow hit of your bar before jeno is smashing his lips against yours in a kiss thats far more hungrier than what you were expecting. you mewl, hands balling into fists at your side as you exhale the smoke into his mouth.

jeno grunts, large hands gripping at your hips as he swallows down every wisp of the sweet vapour. "fuck," he grunts into the kiss, the tip of his nose bumping against yours as he deepens the kiss.

you giggle as jeno presses his front into yours, feeling the obvious bulge in his pants. "are-are you hard?"

"just take another hit and kiss me."

his eyebrows lift immediately, playing along without hesitation.

“should i be worried?”

“no,” you say quickly, shaking your head before lowering your voice again, more serious now, “but honey told me something today.”

and here it is.

he’ll never admit it out loud.

but he loves girl talk with you.

not necessarily for the stories — though those can be entertaining too — half the time he barely knows who the people you’re talking about even are. the names blur together sometimes.

but…the way your eyes light up when you tell them?

that part he never misses.

jeno hums again, softer this time, his hand sliding absentmindedly along your back before settling at your waist, fingers resting there like they’ve memorized the shape of you.

“honey? that’s xiaojun’s girl, right?” he murmurs, piecing it together just enough.

you nod immediately, serious, like this is important.

“okay so apparently — and don’t! tell anyone because this is a top tier secret—” you pause, letting the suspense build, leaning even closer without realizing it, “—the leader of the pinks sorority,” your voice drops, “…and hendery.”

jeno’s head tilts slightly at the mention of his friend, “hendery? like wayv frat leader hendery?”

“yes,” you whisper urgently, eyes wide.

his mouth pulls into a quiet grin, clearly amused — not at the story, but at how invested you are.

“okayy,” he says slowly, dragging it out just a little, “continue.”

you lean in even closer, practically conspiratorial now, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders without thinking.

“they’ve been secretly hooking up since sophomore year.”

jeno blinks, a bit of shock actually plastered on his face, “what?”

“crazy, right!” you gasp, hands lifting for emphasis before settling back on him, your energy spilling over into every movement.

jeno lets out a quiet breath of a laugh, shaking his head as he leans back slightly, the chair creaking under the shift.

“aren’t their houses like… rivals or something?”

you point at him instantly, eyes lighting up, “i know! that’s exactly what i said!”

he watches you for a moment. the way you lean forward every time you make a point, like the story pulls you closer. the way your lips move too fast for your thoughts, like you’re trying to get everything out at once before you forget.

his hand squeezes just slightly at your waist, grounding, steady.

“and nobody knew this?” he asks, quieter now, still playing along, still following, even if his focus is slipping back to you.

“apparently not,” you say, eyes wide, completely invested, “honey said they’ve been sneaking around for years. like secret meetups, late night stuff, the whole thing.”

jeno lets out a low whistle, head tipping back against the chair for a second before his gaze finds you again, “that’s kinda impressive.”

you stare at him, “jeno.”

“i’m just saying,” he laughs, lifting one hand in mock defense while the other stays right where it is on your waist, keeping you close without even thinking about it, “keeping a secret that long on a campus like this?” he shakes his head, amused, “that takes skill.”

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.

and jeno…he’s just focused on you.

because the truth is, he’s only half following the story now. the other half of his attention is on the way your eyes shine when you’re excited, the warmth of you sitting comfortably in his lap like it’s the most natural place in the world. like you belong there.

his thumb traces slow, lazy circles at your waist.

“so what else did she say?” he asks quietly, voice softer now, like he’s easing you right back into it.

your eyes light up immediately again, “okay wait…it gets juicier.”

jeno’s grin spreads, fond and a little amused, “oh, does it?”

you nod enthusiastically, already leaning in again — and he lets himself sink a little deeper into the chair, arms tightening loosely around you like he’s settling in, like he’s not going anywhere.

and he doesn’t want to.

because he could sit here all night listening to you ramble about campus gossip if it meant you stayed exactly where you are — straddling his lap, smiling like this, looking at him like he’s the only person you want to tell your secrets to.

“so apparently,” you continue, fully pulled back into the story now, your hands resting on his shoulders, fingers curling slightly into his shirt, “hendery is like… actually in love with her.”

jeno’s brows lift, playing along, “in love?”

“yes,” you say emphatically, “he’s been obsessed with her since sophomore year. apparently all the boys in wayv house know it too.”

jeno lets out a quiet hum, his hand resting comfortably at your waist, “that’s rough.”

“exactly,” you say, nodding rapidly, “because the problem is she refuses to commit.”

jeno tilts his head slightly, eyes still on you, “refuses?”

“yeah,” you sigh dramatically. “like they’ve been secretly hooking up for years but every time he tries to make it official she shuts it down.”

jeno’s mouth twitches, a quiet hint of a smile, “poor guy.”

“right?” you lean forward again, more animated now, pulled deeper into it, “honey said he literally tried to ask her to define the relationship and she told him—”

you stop.

just for half a second. because you feel something warm brush your skin. jeno’s lips. soft. barely there. against your collarbone.

you blink, momentarily thrown off — your words catching for just a beat before you push through it anyway.

“—she told him she didn’t want their houses involved in drama and—”

another kiss.

just as soft. just as distracting.

jeno hums quietly against your skin like he’s still listening, like nothing’s changed, his thumb still tracing slow circles at your waist.

you narrow your eyes slightly, glancing down at him.

“…jeno.”

his lips pause for a second, lingering just above your skin, but his hands don’t move from your waist — if anything, they tighten just a little, like he doesn’t want you shifting away.

“hmm?” he murmurs, voice low, innocent in a way that’s definitely not convincing.

“are you paying attention?”

“mhm,” he answers easily, lips brushing your collarbone again, soft and absentminded, like he’s doing it without thinking, “i am.”

you squint at him, clearly unconvinced, but you push forward anyway.

“anyway,” you continue, trying to gather your thoughts again, “so he’s been waiting for her to change her mind this whole time.”

jeno presses another kiss just below the first, slower this time, like he’s lingering on purpose.

“that’s dedication,” he murmurs against your skin.

your sentence stumbles into a warning, “…jeno.”

“what?” he asks, tone light, but his lips are still hovering there, barely pulling away.

you inhale quietly, trying to refocus.

“as i was saying,” you continue, stubborn now, determined to get through it, “honey said the boys think she keeps him around because she likes him but she doesn’t want the responsibility of actually dating him.”

jeno hums in response, drawing you in closer without asking. another kiss. this one slower. warmer. you inhale a little sharper this time before forcing yourself to keep going.

“and apparently he still drives her home every time they meet up and—”

kiss.

“jeno.”

“yeah?” he replies softly.

you try to glare at him but it’s difficult when he looks so relaxed, so completely at ease — chin dipped slightly, eyes half-lidded as he presses another gentle kiss along your collarbone like he has all the time in the world. completely innocent. and completely distracting.

“you’re ruining our girl talk.”

jeno smiles faintly against your skin, the corner of his lips brushing you, “am i?”

“yes,” you say, firmer this time, even if your voice wavers just a little.

he finally pulls back, just enough to look up at you, expression calm, unreadable — but there’s something playful sitting right behind his eyes.

he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“finish the story,” he says, like nothing happened, thumb still tracing slow circles at your waist, grounding, steady. “i’m listening.”

you stare at him for a second, trying to decide if you believe that. then you sigh dramatically.

“ok so,” you continue, though your voice is a little less steady now, “so honey thinks hendery is eventually going to snap and demand she either commits or—”

your words falter.

because jeno’s not even pretending anymore. his gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips for just a second, then back up again — slow, deliberate, like he’s weighing something. like he’s deciding. his hand shifts slightly at your waist, thumb pressing a little more firmly this time.

“or…what?” he asks quietly, a teasing glint in his eye.

he doesn’t sound all that interested in hendery anymore. and it’s getting harder to focus on words when his lips brush your skin like that.

screw the girl talk.

you lean in, capturing his lips with yours, with absolutely no warning. jeno’s eyes widen for a split second in surprise, then flutter shut as he responds eagerly, his mouth parting to deepen the kiss, tongue slipping past your lips.

“bunny,” he chuckles against your lips, the sound vibrating through you as his hands grips your hip, pulling you flush against him.

“—or what?” he teases, again.

“it can wait,” you say breathlessly, your fingers threading through his soft hair to tug him back in.

his lips meets yours again, soft at first, but the heat builds quickly as you sink deeper into it.

he parts from the kiss for a second, fingers gently reaching up, careful and tender, hooking the arms of your glasses and sliding them off your face, setting them aside on the desk. his touch lingers on your cheek for a moment before returning to pull you closer, tilting his head and connecting your mouths fully, tongue sliding in, slow, exploratory, tasting you with languid strokes that curl against yours.

his hands roam slowly up your sides, fingers tracing the hem of your t-shirt before slipping beneath it to graze your bare skin. his touch igniting sparks.

you follow his lead, the rhythm he’s set unhurried but intense. the kiss turns wet and thorough, saliva mixing as he sucks gently on your tongue, drawing a soft moan from your throat.

“mmm,” he hums into your mouth, breaking only for air, nipping at your lower lip, then diving back in.

your fingers curl into his hair, pulling him even closer as you tilt your head to give him better access, the kiss turning sloppy, tongues sliding insistently.

the chair creaks faintly as you shift your hips, grinding down against the growing bulge in his sweats. his thick cock hardening beneath you, pressing up through the layers — your leggings and his sweats creating just enough friction to make your pussy throb.

jeno groans low, the sound muffled against your lips and he bucks up lazily, matching your roll with a deliberate thrust.

you pull back a fraction, panting, your lips glistening from the thorough attention.

“this better be worth ruining girl talk,” you tease, voice breathy.

his eyes are dark, hooded with desire, but a playful smirk tugs at his swollen lips.

“oh, it will be,” he murmurs, capturing your lips once more in a slow, sucking kiss that leaves you dizzy.

one hand slides down to your ass, squeezing, guiding your movements, urging you to hump against him harder.

the dry friction builds heat fast — his dick grinding right against your clit with each pass, your wetness soaking into your panties.

you rock steadily now, the pace still teasing, playful pushes and pulls that have him breathing raggedly into the kiss. his tongue laps at yours in mirroring slowness, hot and wet, while his free hand cups your neck, thumb stroking your jaw to keep you locked in the makeout.

every grind sends jolts of pleasure through you, his cock so rigid it outlines perfectly against your pussy.

“fuck,” he whispers, parting from your lips and trailing kisses down your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin there, “want more of you,” he murmurs against your neck, voice rough and low.

his fingers hook into the waistband of your leggings, tugging them down quickly. you lift your ass slightly to help, the fabric peeling away from your skin, exposing the damp spot on your panties where your arousal has already soaked through.

he slides the leggings off your legs completely, letting them pool on the floor. the air feels cool against your heated skin but jeno’s warmth presses right back in as he pulls you flush against him again.

his hands immediately return to your ass, palms cupping the full cheeks, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. his grip is firm, possessive, thumbs pressing into the crease where your thighs meet your ass, spreading you open just a bit as he guides your hips down to his clothed bulge.

you grind against him immediately, the friction now more direct, your panty covered pussy rubbing along the length of his cock through his sweats. he’s so hard. the outline thick and throbbing. you’re so wet. the fabric of your panties growing slicker, you can feel it leaking out — dampening his sweats, leaving a visible wet patch on the grey material.

jeno’s gaze drops, fixated on the sight of you grinding slowly on his lap. he can’t look away, eyes glued to the way your soaked panties cling to your folds, the dark stain spreading wider as you bounce a little faster.

“shit,” he breathes out, voice strained, one hand sliding up to grip your hip tighter, urging you to keep that rhythm.

you moan in response, the direct pressure on your clit sending sparks up your spine, making your thighs tremble as you grind down harder.

“neno,” you whimper, nails scraping over his shoulders through his t-shirt, your body arching into the friction, your pussy throbbing, clenching at the tease of his hardness so close yet not inside.

“you’re killing me, bunny,” he groans deep in his throat, fingers digging deeper into your ass, spreading you wider so your clit catches perfectly on his tip with each bounce.

his breaths come ragged, chest heaving, and you feel him twitch violently beneath you, the heat of his arousal seeping through.

the sight of him so entranced, eyes dark and hooded, lips parted as he watches your body work him over — it pushes you further. you let out a breathy moan, picking up the pace just a touch, bouncing with more intent, your panties so drenched they slide slickly against his sweats.

“feels so good,” you gasp, head falling forward to rest against his shoulder for a moment, but you don’t stop, hips rolling in tight circles. your core tightens, pleasure coiling hot and insistent, but jeno’s reactions hit you harder — his grip bruising your ass, pulling you down forcefully now, like he’s chasing something urgent.

“fuck—can’t... hold it,” he grunts suddenly. his cock jerks hard against you, and then he’s cumming, hot spurts soaking into his sweats as his hips buck up uncontrollably — head thrown back against the chair, lips parted in a silent groan that turns into a low, guttural moan. his face twists in ecstasy, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks flushed, completely fucked out and lost in it.

the wet warmth spreads under you, mixing with your own slickness, making the friction even messier as you keep moving through his release.

you smirk down at him, satisfied, slowing your bounces to a teasing grind, savoring the vision of jeno unraveling beneath you — his chest rising and falling harshly, a sheen of sweat on his neck, that dazed look in his eyes as he finally blinks up at you.

“have i ever told you how pretty you look like that?” you say, pulling a low chuckle from his chest.

“you’re prettier,” he murmurs, voice thick and gravelly, one hand sliding from your ass up to your lower back, holding you steady as the other dips between your bodies, and into your soaked panties.

his thumb presses directly against your clit, starting a slow, firm rub that tightens that coil in your stomach again.

“oh god, jeno,” you gasp, the direct pressure igniting every nerve, your hips snapping forward on instinct.

you cling to him tighter, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers threading into his hair as you bury your face against his shoulder as you grind down desperately, rolling your hips in urgent, needy circles, chasing that building fire while his thumb continues circling your swollen nub.

you can’t hold back, the moans spilling from your lips right by his ear — soft, breathless whimpers.

his favorite sounds. right next to you yapping his ear off.

your pussy clenches around nothing, thighs trembling as you hump against him faster, the chair groaning under the frantic pace.

“yes, right there,” you plead, voice breaking into a whine, nails scraping lightly at his scalp as your hips buck wildly.

he doesn’t let up, thumb flicking side to side now, then rubbing broad and fast, his free arm tightening around your waist to keep you pinned close, absorbing every desperate roll of your body.

“you’re gonna soak me, aren’t you?,” he growls low, breath hot against your skin.

you nod frantically, moans spilling hot and ragged against his neck, until you break with a breathless whine, body seizing as your orgasm rips through you, pussy pulsing wildly, gushing wetness over his hand, clinging to him as he holds you steady.

your body hums with the aftershocks, chest heaving as you slump against jeno's shoulder, the world fuzzy around the edges from that shattering release. he doesn't rush you, just wraps both arms around your body, tracing gentle, soothing circles along your spine beneath the rumpled t-shirt.

you feel his lips brush feather-light kisses against the exposed skin of your neck, then your collarbone, warm and tender pecks that make your eyelids flutter in contentment.

minutes slip by like that, your breaths syncing up as the haze clears, his steady heartbeat thumping under your cheek.

finally, you push yourself up a little, propping on his chest, the sticky evidence of your combined messes cooling between you.

jeno's eyes meet yours, a teasing glint sparking in them as he tilts his head, voice low and playful.

“so…you were saying? what does honey think hendery is gonna do?”

you blink at him, the post-orgasm glow fading into a sudden wave of annoyance.

your cheeks heat — not from arousal this time, but from the sheer audacity of him circling back to that gossip like nothing happened.

glaring at him, you huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“ugh, see—this is why i prefer girls’ talk with the girls,” you pout, lips pursing in exaggerated frustration, “you’re too distracting.”

that earns a wide, amused grin from him, his hands sliding down to grip under your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there.

“let me distract you some more,” he teases, voice husky with renewed intent, before he lifts you effortlessly off his lap.

a surprised squeal escapes your lips as he stands, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

he carries you the short distance to his bed and drops you onto the rumpled sheets with a playful bounce, hovering over you immediately, bracing on his forearms to cage you in, his body heat enveloping you.

“and you wonder why no boys are allowed in girl talk,” you joke, reaching up to trace a finger along his jaw, your voice light but laced with challenge.

both of you are smiling now, breaths mingling in the close space, the air thick with that easy, flirtatious energy before his lips press onto yours again

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an: i finished this earlier when i thought was doing okay. i unfortunately am so so sad again so this is probably my last fic for a while. i will try to get orgasm donor johnny out before april ends but i’m gonna be honest chiefs, writing smut is really hard rn 😔💔😣anyways, i hope the loverboys and lovergirls are able to cheer everyone up a bit! ♥️ captain jeno is back with his freaky ass panty kink in this one heheheh

btw if you want a specific scenario with a specific couple, you can always leave the idea in my ask box! (i can’t promise i’ll write it, but if the idea really speaks to me, i might)

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