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NingNing wasn’t just any demon—she was the kind that didn’t claw her way into your nightmares but slithered into your waking thoughts. People called her the Siren of Melancholy, though she never sang. She didn’t need to. 

Her presence alone was a slow, creeping weight, pressing down until the chest caved in. Lost souls found her in their darkest moments, mistaking her cold embrace for comfort, her whispers for reason. They followed her into the dark, believing—hoping—she would make the pain stop. She never did.

You finally faced her the night before, but the sheer power and ferocity that she unleashed was unlike anything you'd ever encountered. NingNing's form shifted between shadow and smoke, her laughter—if you could call it that—a hollow, echoing sound that scraped against your bones. 

Your spells barely grazed her, and when you tried to bind her, the chains dissolved like sugar in water. Exhausted, you collapsed in the circle, watching as she melted back into the darkness, leaving only the faint scent of damp earth and something bittersweet behind.

You thought, desperate times only meant desperate measures, and it meant another trip to the notorious and mysterious mystic, Pastor Feelip.

He was all sorts of wrong, wrapped in silk robes and piety—that’s what they whispered about the said Pastor. Women left his chamber with their eyes glazed, lips slightly parted, murmuring praises to some unnamed god while their fingers absently traced the fresh marks along their thighs. 

The temple elders pretended not to notice, but the market stalls buzzed with the kind of stories that made old women clutch their beads tighter: how he’d coaxed the widow Katarina to her knees with scripture, how the merchant’s daughter had returned from confession with her hair undone and her wrists bound in red twine.

Yet despite all the murmurs, the man was the only one with the guidance to tame such a beast like NingNing.

And with that, you made your way out towards his chapel of sorts, a run-down barely functioning hut that stood on its last legs with vines wrapped all around it. The air outside was thick with incense and something muskier, clinging to the back of your throat like a promise you weren’t sure you wanted kept. 

Inside, Pastor Feelip lounged on a threadbare divan, his fingers tracing lazy circles in the air as smoke curled from a pipe clenched between his teeth. His eyes—dark, amused—locked onto yours the moment you stepped inside.

"Ah," he murmured, voice like gravel wrapped in silk.

"I see you have returned, Shaman. Your eyes tell me you've been through something rough..." He exhaled a slow stream of smoke, the scent of something vaguely narcotic clinging to the air. His robe slid open just enough to reveal the edge of a jagged scar—a mark you recognized. 

"What is it this time, Shaman? What kind of beast eludes your bonds?" He leaned forward, the pipe dangling between his fingers as his gaze pinned you like a moth to corkboard.

"Have you heard of NingNing, Pastor? The demon of sorrows? The one who claims the living through their most fragile moments?" you ask, watching his expression.

He paused, something you said clearly took the man aback. But his eyes told some level of recognition upon the creature.

"I have never of a NingNing before. But the sheer mention of the one who claims the living in their highest torment reminds of someone close to home. Yizhuo is what we call her. A woman in utter despair, who fed on the sorrows of the living." His voice dropped to a whisper, fingers tightening around the pipe.

"Take me to her. Guide me in the nether realm." He stated, knowing full well what he meant and how he was going to do it.

And with little doubt, you get on your knees to pray. The man slowly makes his way to your front and gently places his hand on your head.

"Close your eyes and heed my voice..." He whispered, his other hand gesturing the sign of the cross before gently pushing your forehead downwards—eyes shut.

The prayer he began was unlike anything you'd heard before—half whispered hymn, half choked moan—and as the syllables dripped from his lips, the air turned thick like molasses. The scent of damp earth and that bittersweet musk from NingNing’s presence flooded your senses, mingling with the spice of Pastor Feelip’s sweat.

And when you opened your eyes, you were there once more, that same black sky and red mystic plain you and NingNing dueled in your failed attempt in taming the beast.

You see her once again, face-to-face, as if she was ready for battle once more. Her face, her soothing yet false comfort—her face—the image of sorrow.

"Such sadness..." The pastor suddenly spoke, standing beside you as you both examined the feminine humanoid in despair.

Her arms, her seemingly harmless yet destructive arms reached out in search of comfort, in solace of pain—her false love that lingered deep inside your own sorrows.

"Fighting her is useless," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

"Can you not see the torment she's in? Can you not feel the hunger in her touch?" His voice was low, urgent, his fingers pressing into your shoulder as NingNing's fingers brushed the air just inches from your face.

"She doesn't want to fight you. She wants you to *understand*." The Pastor's hand slid down your arm, his grip tightening as NingNing's hollow eyes locked onto yours.

Her fingers trembled—not with malice, but with something worse: longing. The kind that gnawed at the edges of sanity, the kind that made widows weep into empty beds. The pastor exhaled sharply, his lips grazing your ear.

"Give in... Make her feel the comfort she craves," The Pastor urged, his voice fraying at the edges.

Her fingers hovered just above your collarbone now, her touch like winter air—cold, but not biting. Her lips parted, releasing a sigh that carried the scent of funeral lilies and the iron tang of old blood. You shuddered, but the Pastor's grip held you steady.

"She's starved," he whispered. "Feed her."

And that was when your lips combined. You kiss the demon's mouth, expecting her to taste like bile, vermin, blood, anything you could think of that was close to the devil. But to your surprise, NingNing's lips tasted like honey and cinnamon—like the sweetest tea your mother once brewed as a sick child. 

The scent of funeral lilies clung to her skin, but underneath it, you caught something warm, almost alive. Her breath hitched against yours, her fingers curling into the fabric of your robes like she was afraid you'd vanish.

Your hands start to touch the creature's physique, expecting nothing but air in her spiritual form. Yet NingNing's body responds to your touch—soft, yielding flesh beneath her ghostly silhouette, like silk draped over feverish skin. The pastor's voice fades into the red-hued void, his presence dissolving into the background as NingNing presses closer, her hips rolling against yours with a rhythm that isn't quite human. Her sighs morph into low, shuddering moans, each one laced with the weight of centuries of loneliness.

You find yourself slowly clinging on to her, her ass, in whatever shape or form, filling your hands as you squeezed and kneaded her flesh—her sorrowful moans echoing through the void. Each press of her body against yours sent tremors through you, not of fear, but of something darker—desire laced with the ache of shared despair. 

Her nails raked down your back, not to wound, but to anchor herself as she arched into you, her breath coming in ragged gasps against your lips. The scent of funeral lilies grew thicker, mingling with the salt of sweat and the musk of something primal.

"Oh god... Oh-Ohhh..."

You cowered in fear when she detaches her lips, her mouth slightly open to reveal the sharp canines of her teeth, the kind that resembled serpents where her long and elongated tongue slithered out and licked her own lips—her drool thick and dripping, coating her chin in a glistening sheen.

You watch her slowly get down, sinking herself down into the realm of getting down to her knees. Her reptilian-like eyes stay glued against yours as she discarded your pants down in one go, your flaccid yet semi-erect cock springing out and slapping against your abdomen—NingNing’s lips curling into something between a smirk and a snarl. Her tongue—longer than any human’s, slick with saliva—slithered out, the tip flicking against your tip before dragging slowly down the length of you, leaving a cold, wet trail in its wake. You shuddered, not just from the sensation, but from the way her hollow eyes burned into yours, like she was memorizing every twitch of your expression.

"Ahh!!!"

And that's when she swallowed you whole. Her mouth—unnaturally wide—engulfed your length in one swift motion, her throat fluttering around you like a living, pulsing vice. The heat was unbearable as if it was hell itself, her tongue coiling around you in sinuous waves as she hummed, the vibration traveling straight to your core. Her drool dripped thick and hot down your thighs, mingling with the sweat already gathering there.

Your fingers tangled in her hair—or what passed for it—gripping tight as she bobbed her head with a rhythm that was close violent. Her hollow eyes never left yours, pupils dilated wide, black pools reflecting your own unraveling. Feelip’s voice echoed faintly in the distance, murmuring something about surrender, but his words dissolved into static as NingNing’s fangs grazed your skin.

She pulled back just enough to let you see the slick mess she’d made of you, her tongue lapping at the underside of your dick like she was savoring your taste.

Then before you could utter a breath, she sank down again, deeper this time, her throat constricting in waves that made your eyes blur. A moan, if you could even call it that, tore from her lips—half sob, half growl—vibrating through your body.

The way her maw wrapped around your cock felt like she was sucking the life out of you—not just your pleasure, but the very essence of your sorrows. Her throat pulsed rhythmically, each swallow dragging you deeper into a wet, shuddering oblivion. Her claws dug into your thighs, not to restrain, but to pull you closer, urging you to fuck her face with abandon.

And so you do, gripping whatever material she had on her hair, your fingers digging into her scalp as you began thrusting into her throat—hard, unforgiving, the kind of brutal rhythm that made your knees shake. The demoness gagged, her throat convulsing, yet she didn’t pull away; her hollow eyes watered, yet she kept them locked onto yours, like she wanted to drown in this as much as you did. 

Her drool spilled past her lips, dripping in thick strands onto the red plain beneath you. Each snap of your hips punched a wet, choked sound from her, the vibrations of her moans traveling up your cock like live wires.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

You start to feel that heavy tingling sensation, that sign that you were about to combust—but NingNing knew. Of course she did! Just as your hips stuttered, her fingers dug into the meat of your thighs, her throat clamping down like a vice as she swallowed you whole, her tongue writhing beneath your shaft in ways no human could.

The orgasm ripped through you like a blade, your vision whiting out as she drank you down in greed, choking gulps, her hollow eyes rolling back in something close to ecstasy. She stuck her mouth into you like she wanted to take every litre and every drop of your essence into her, like your soul was wine for her to sip. 

When she finally pulled back, her lips were slick with spit and seed, her tongue flicking out to catch the last stray drops.

You thought that was it. That should've been it! You were spent from that one orgasm alone, the biggest you thought came out of your dick. But when she traced patterns on your groin, her voice uttered words in a language you did not understand as she casted a spell on you.

And before you knew it, your crotch burst into life, albeit painfully. Your spent cock comes back to life slowly… You felt the sheer liquid re-filling your dick like it was a balloon, veins throbbing as NingNing licked her lips in anticipation. You gasped at the sensation—not pleasure, but raw, overwhelming pressure—as she dragged her clawed fingertips down your stomach.

And in an instant, she vanished into thin air, the black empty void leaving you confused—but not for long.

You turned around only to find her laying on a *bed* of sorts, clouds of red mists surrounding the object as she laid her legs wide open—her *pussy* dripping wet, juices coating her thighs in thick rivulets. Her fingers traced lazy circles around her clit, her hollow eyes never leaving yours as she beckoned you forward with a curl of her elongated tongue.

Her arm reached out in a plea, seeking her solace, seeking her comfort, seeking for you... Her lips parted, not in a snarl this time, but in a silent gasp as she arched her back, presenting herself to you—not as a demon to conquer, but as a creature starving for connection.

And that is when you loom over her and slide yourself inside her—albeit reluctantly—the creature's inner walls enveloping you in a tight, pulsing grip. Her insides felt unnaturally warm, slick with something thicker than human arousal, clinging to your cock like she's trying to fuse you into her. 

She arches beneath you, her breath stuttering into a series of choked moans, her fingers raking across your back in desperate, uneven strokes. Every thrust drags a broken sound from her—not pleasure, not pain, but something raw and ancient.

"Is this what you want? Is this what you desire?" You whisper as your hands trace the contours of NingNing's waist, fingertips skimming the dip of her hips with a tenderness that belies the heat of the moment.

Her skin, though spectral, yields beneath your touch like silk over warm water, and she shudders—not in fear, but in quiet astonishment. The demon of sorrows arches into your palms as if starved for gentleness, her breath hitching when your thumbs brush the underside of her breasts, slow and deliberate. For a creature forged from despair, her whimper is startlingly human.

She does not respond with words, just nods and ghastly moans that fill the void like hymns. Her fingers intertwine with yours, pressing your palms against the dip of her waist as if anchoring herself to this moment—to you. 

Her thighs tremble around your hips, not with the cold bite of the nether realm, but with the feverish heat of something alive, something desperate. Each shallow thrust draws a whimper from her lips, her head tipping back to expose the delicate column of her throat, where shadows pulse beneath her skin like a second heartbeat.

You up the pace and angle your hips just right, watching her eyes widen as you hit a spot deep inside her that makes her spine bow off the bed. Her moans turn ragged, nails scoring crescents into your shoulders, but it's the way her body clenches around you—like she's trying to pull you deeper than flesh should allow—that undoes you. 

"Take it! Take it!" You tell her as you fuck her like it was the last act.

You feel her tighten around you, her inner ethereal walls fluttering as if trying to milk every last drop from you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her lips parted in silent screams as her hips buck against yours with desperate urgency.

The air thickens with the scent of her arousal—like wilted roses dipped in honey—and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the void. Her claws dig into your back, drawing beads of blood that she licks away with a shudder, savoring the taste of your desperation mingling with hers.

Her moans crescendo into a wail as her body seizes, her cunt pulsing like a living thing, sucking you deeper as if to fuse your bones with hers. You feel her climax ripple through her in waves, her thighs trembling against your hips, her tears hot against your chest.

But she doesn’t stop—she *can’t*. Her hips roll with a frenzied need, her hands clawing at your back, urging you to chase your own release inside her. Her voice cracks as she whispers words in a tongue older than time, syllables that slither under your skin and coil around your spine, pulling you inexorably toward the edge.

And when you finally burst inside her—deeper than you thought possible—she locks her legs around your waist, holding you there as if afraid you'll vanish the moment you pull out. Her fingers rake down your back, her breath hitching as she feels you twitch inside her, spilling everything you have left. She clenches around you hard, milking every last drop, her hollow eyes wide with something almost like wonder—as if she’d forgotten what it felt like to be full.

"Now! Claim her now!"

And that was when the pastor's voice called out to you! You take out your book of demons and claim the demoness into her new prison—her cries fading into silence as the pages glow with her name etched in black ink. The scent of funeral lilies lingers, but her warmth is gone—trapped now in parchment and ink. Your hands shake as you clutch the book, the weight of it heavier than before, as if NingNing's sorrows have seeped into the very fibers.

You close your eyes, the sharp pain in your head claiming your consciousness—but not before you hear NingNing's final whisper, a sound like rustling pages and distant rain. 

The world tilts, your knees buckling as the weight of exhaustion and the remnants of her touch drag you down into the dark. The last thing you feel is the cold press of the book against your chest, its pulse slow and steady, like a heartbeat not your own.

*Epilogue

"You took your time, Shaman..."

The first thing you hear upon waking up was the sound of Pastor Feelip's voice—hoarse and raspy as he smoked his pipe—his words curling into the air like incense smoke. Your throat was dry, your clothes damp with sweat that had long since turned cold against your skin.

The smell of funeral lilies lingered faintly on your fingertips, but the bed beneath you was unmistakably real—rough cotton sheets, the scratch of straw stuffing poking through the mattress. You blinked up at the peeling plaster ceiling, your muscles aching as if you'd fought a battle in your sleep.

"You got her, Shaman. Her name is right here, draped in cold blood..." The man pointed out, opening a page in your book where NingNing's name pulsed like a fresh wound.

The ink was still wet, glistening black and viscous—smelling faintly of damp earth and bitter honey. You reached out to touch it, recoiling when the letters twitched under your fingertip, as if something beneath the page stirred. Feelip chuckled, low and knowing, tapping the pipe against his teeth.

"She's yours now—but be careful. Even trapped, she's hungry." He added.

"I will, Pastor. Thank you once more." You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt—or was it pity?—as you traced NingNing's name in the book, feeling the faintest pulse beneath the ink, like a moth trapped behind glass.

The weight of her sorrow lingered in your fingertips, sticky as resin. You closed the tome with a snap that echoed too loudly in the cramped hut, the sound final.

"Anytime, Shaman. I'm always at your service. May God be with you…”

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“Then move~” She pulls you closer with her ankles. “Please, daddy, please. I’ve been a good girl all year.”

“Have you? Have you really, Choi Yerim? Or do you want me to remind you what you did over at Heejin’s house when we visited last month?”

“Eeeeeh. It was just a quickie. I’m sure Heejin didn’t mind. I’ve been good enough, daddy.”

“Good enough?” You start to move, slow. You sink in deep, and her mouth opens in that round shape you chase. “Good enough for what? Heejin heard all your moaning and screaming back then, I’m sure of it.”

“I’m sure she enjoyed it as well, daddy. Come on~ It’s my birthday. I’ve been good enough for you to cum inside me multiple times today and breed me, daddy~”

“Ok. Is that your wish?”

“Well… That was wish number one.”

“Then let’s get it done. Seems you have multiple wishes for your birthday.”

You continue your assault on her tight cunt. The pendant slides across her sternum. You feel her clench around you on the second stroke.

“Don’t stop—please, please, don’t stop.”

You don’t stop. Actually, you go faster. You set a rhythm, and the sensation awakened something in her. When she’s really deep into pleasure, she starts talking during sex the way other people pray.

“Oh god. Oh god, oppa. You’re going so deep. I’m nearly cumming, oppa. Oppa—I’m… Daddy… I’m—”

“Already?”

“It’s my birthday.”

“I know, baby, and I’m going to make you cum over—” One stroke. “—and over—” Another. “—and over until you can’t handle it anymore.”

Her eyes roll back. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Daddy! Choerry’s cumming. Choerry’s co— oh god, fill me up, fill me up daddy, please daddy, please—”

She moaned hard, screamed actually; she cums hard around you. Her thighs clamping and her back arching and her hands grabbing at the sheets. You’re not done, but she’s already begging through the orgasm: inside me, please daddy, inside me, it’s my special day, give it all to me daddy, breed me, and you decide tonight’s rules are her rules. You bury yourself to the hilt and come inside her on your first climax.

She makes a sound when she feels your seed spilling inside her that you’re going to remember for the rest of your life.

“Mhmmm. Oh my god, oppa.” Her hands come up to her own stomach. “I felt all of that. Gosh, I want more of it; that was so addicting, oppa. This might be my best birthday ever.”

“We haven’t even really started, baby.”

“That’s what I like to hear, daddy~” Her face changes. She’s grinning now. Her makeup is already running. “Oppa, please don’t pull out yet. Let it stay there for now.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Good because I want you to breed me again after this.”

“Yerim…”

“What?” She’s looking up at you with the wettest eyes you’ve seen. “It’s my birthday wish, remember?”

“Alright.”

“For my birthday.” She lifts her own knees to her chest, slow. The bottom of her stomach is already glistening. “Knees-to-chest. Make me feel it everywhere daddy. Yerimmie wants to see her belly move with you inside her.”

That does it. You feel yourself harden inside her again before she finishes that thought.

You stay buried. You push her knees the rest of the way, her ankles by her ears, her body folded under you. The angle is criminal. The first stroke from this position makes her eyes go completely white.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuuuck.” Her moans sound like chants.

You start moving, and you can feel yourself in a different part of her now, deeper than you can be in any other position. She looks down at her own stomach and her face changes once more.

“Oppa, Oppa, look. Look at me.”

You look. Her stomach is moving with every stroke. Actually moving, the shape of you visible through her abdomen, sliding up and down with the rhythm. Her hand presses there. Her own palm bulges out as you push in.

“Oh god, daddy. You’re so huge inside me. You’re actually ripping me apart. I love it.” She’s crying now. Tears of joy streaming out of her. “Breed me, daddy. Spill your seed inside me some more. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy~ Birthday girl needs to get bred.”

You fuck her harder. She’s not making coherent words anymore. The bulge in her stomach moves with you, and her hand stays there feeling it, and her other hand has found your forearm, and she’s holding on like you might disappear.

“Oppa, I’m there again, daddy, daddy, fill me up, fill me up, pleaseee, fill your wife up, give it to me, give it to me, please please please please—”

“Where do you want it again, baby?”

“Inside. Inside, please, only inside—”

“Where again, Yerim?”

“In my fucking womb, daddy. In my fucking womb. Give it to your wife. Breed me. Knock me up, daddy. It’s my birthday. Fill me up and breed this birthday girl. Please please please—”

You cum inside her so hard your vision blurs. She cums around you at the same time, her hands clamping on her own stomach, feeling you pulse, and the sound she makes is half-scream, half-prayer, and full-ecstasy, and you’re completely sure for the second time tonight that you will never love anyone else.

“Oppa.”

“Yes, baby?”

“That was so fucking good.” Tears running into her hair. “This is the best birthday ever, oppa. You’re so good to me.”

“I’m glad.”

You start to pull out, and she clamps her thighs around you.

“Nope. Don’t. Not yet. Stay inside, daddy. I want to feel both loads sitting in there.”

“Choerry. Baby.”

“Just for a minute. Please. Then I want to ride you next.” She smiles. “This is another wish of mine for my birthday.”

You roll. She comes with you, never letting you slip out, knees finding the mattress on either side of your hips, hands flat on your chest. Her hair falls forward. Her stomach still has the slight curve of two loads inside her.

She rocks forward. Slow at first.

“Look at me, my hubby.”

You look. The lamp catches her sweat and the pendant that swings against her chest.

“Are you watching?”

“I’m watching, my wife.”

“I want you to see this. I want you to see your wife taking care of her husband. Her only one true lifetime wish.” She rolls her hips, and her eyes flutter, and she grins through it.

She starts to ride. Her thighs flex. Her tits bounce. The bulge in her stomach lifts and falls with every drop. You put your hands on her hips, and she puts her hands over yours.

“No need, daddy,” she breathes. “Use me freely tonight, hubby. I do all the work tonight. You just stay there and fill me up when I ask.”

“Yerimmie.”

“Choerry’s working. Choerry’s working hard for her present, daddy.”

She rides you in increasing tempo, “You’re so fucking deep, daddy. So, deep. Fuck. I love your cock, daddy. I love it. I love feeling it inside me. I love feeling all your cum still inside me. This is the best birthday ever. I want round four. No. Round five. No. I want more, daddy. I want to pass out with your dick still inside me.”

And you start feeling yourself nearing again, for the third time, and she sees it on your face, and her grin widens.

“Mhmm. Third one.”

“Choerry—”

“Third one’s coming, hubby.” She drops harder. “Give it to me. Right where the other two are. I want them all mixing inside me. I want to leak when I walk to the bathroom tomorrow morning. I want you to look at me when I do and remember it was you who put it there.”

You cum for the third time, and she sits down on you and stays there, hips grinding small, milking you further than you can muster. Her hand goes to her stomach again. Her eyes find yours.

“Best birthday ever.” She leans down, the pendant brushing your chest; then her body goes heavy on you, slow, peaceful. She passes out with a huge smile on her face. You kiss her temple before you follow her.

“I love you, Choi Yerim.”

The Chaewon incident that started this whole thing coming to mind, which you weren’t opposed to at all, considering the events that occurred afterwards. A few more surprises here and there with her closest friends with the other, the more recent one being Kazuha coming home, drunk off her ass along with the girls.

That was a rather interesting Friday night, you’ll say. Your body has never felt so sore in your entire life the next few days after.

Extremely worth it, for all intents and purposes however.

But, to your point, she doesn’t let you know about things that you would very much like to know beforehand. Like today, for example, when you come home from what you thought was going to be an ordinary Wednesday until—

“Hi!”

“Jesus–” This was not what you were expecting when you came home from work. Luggage bags left in your hallway, a woman that is most certainly not Kazuha sitting on your couch, sipping on one of your yogurt milk drinks as she waves at you. Which makes you question where Kazuha is. “Uh, hello?”

“You must be Kazuha's boyfriend.” The woman continues sipping on her drink, the loud slurps coming from the straw pausing as she smiles prettily at you. “She said you'd be here around this time, so I thought of saying hi.”

“Right.” You are, for all intents and purposes, extremely skeptical of this woman. Don’t know who she is, where she came from, why there’s so much of her shit scattered in your hallway. She’s just here, for reasons you have zero idea of. 

You walk to the kitchen counter, placing down your backpack before turning towards her. “Sorry, who are you?”

“Oh!” She practically jumps out of the couch, and skips straight towards you with a grin on her face. “Name’s Rei. Naoi Rei.” She outstretches a hand.

You take her hand and shake it gently, tell her your name and be answered with a cute little nod that you swear is not making you cringe on the inside or make your heart race from how adorable it was.

“So you are Zuha’s boyfriend!” she repeats, and before you could come up with a reply for it, the front door swings open once again.

“Looks like you two are getting along.” Kazuha's striding in, a shopping bag in one hand, and a small handbag in another. She stands next to you, smiling and leaning in to give you a peck on the lips before she hands the bag to Rei. “Here's some extra pillows you can use.”

Rei gasps, and you're confused on whether this woman's a walking adorable little thing or not because every action she does looks way, way too cute to be normal.

“Thank you so much, I'll pay you back before I leave,” Rei says, pulling out a pair of pillows from the bag, the paper falling down the ground.

“Don't worry about it,” Kazuha replies, placing her bag next to your pack, and you watch as Rei squeezes one of the cushions between her arm, picking up the bag on the ground and walking back to the couch with another thanks. 

Which leaves you with Kazuha. You turn to her, blinking slowly and giving her a pointed look. Your hands gesture towards Rei, who's gotten in her own world on the couch, setting up her makeshift bed on it. “So.”

“So,” Kazuha repeats, eyes following your hands. “That's Rei.”

“That is Rei, yes.” Your palms rest on your hips. “Why is Rei here with a bunch of luggage, exactly?”

“She’s asked if she can crash for a few days,” she explains, leaning her elbow on the kitchen counter. “Traveled all the way from Japan for some music festival this weekend.” Said Rei would be gone by Wednesday next week, Kazuha swears. “She won’t cause us any trouble, trust me.”

You turn your gaze back to Rei, legs up in the air while she’s hugging one of the pillows and scrolling down her phone. You can faintly hear the sounds quickly shifting from one topic to another as her thumb swipes up every so often. “And when you say trouble–” Queue your finger air quotes. “You mean she’s not going to be involved in one of your plans?”

Kazuha only smiles at you, hand rising up to pat your cheek fondly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” There’s that familiar twinkle in your eye that you spot—one that you’re not sure whether to be excited or wary of what she’s cooking up—before she walks away.

Sighing and shaking your head, you take another look at Rei. Still busy with her phone, paying you no mind and not causing any trouble, just like Kazuha said.

You can’t help but add a ‘yet’, though.

—

Trouble, you’ve realized, decided to come in small batches over the course of the next few days.

Nothing that would get you arrested or caught in an indecent way, no. For the most part, it was you doing your usual routine with the added intrusion that Rei is living in your living room. And it causes a few odd encounters with her every now and again.

Like when Kazuha decided to jump you the following Thursday when you got home, kissing you right there in the doorway just as you opened the door to your apartment. And while it was an unexpected surprise that you would normally, wholeheartedly welcome with open arms, seeing Rei pretend that you and Kazuha are not sucking each other’s faces off wasn’t weird at all.

At least, not for Kazuha. It was odd as all hell for you when you realized that Rei was looking pretty earnestly until she got caught.

Or on Friday, where you swear to all manners of religion out there that you heard moaning outside your bedroom door when you woke up in the middle of the night because the bathroom was calling you. Suffice to say it was a quick run to and from the bathroom to avoid interrupting Rei’s potential ‘her’ time.

And you won’t lie, needing to be quiet in your own home because a guest was touching yourself was incredibly awkward, considering that’s not something anyone would ever stumble upon. Even more so when you were left alone on Saturday, when Rei was out at her festival, Kazuha coming along with her when Rei said her friend wouldn’t be able to make it.

“It’d be a great way for us to really catch up!” You remember Rei telling Kazuha before they left this morning. And for the most part, you kinda agree with her. The three of you never really seem to have a good time to sit down and hang out, outside of the two of them since they seemed rather close. You in particular, given that you’re mostly out on the weekdays that Rei started living in your apartment.

And as much as they wanted you to come with, the extortionist pricing to get tickets this late made all three of you exclaim profanities so loud that you were afraid of finally getting a noise complaint.

Aside from the rather relaxing afternoon you had cleaning up your home while watching the weekend motorsport race in an attempt to get rid of any lingering thoughts about Rei touching herself on your couch—one that you sat on for quite a while after doing the chores (you need to clean this couch soon)—and making some dinner for yourself after getting a text from Kazuha that they’ll be coming home late, you decided to call it early tonight and catch up with the two in the morning.

Which gets completely derailed when you wake up in the wee hours of Sunday, where you are awoken from the sounds that are coming from your living room. It causes you to groggily get out of bed, the intimate familiarity of your home allowing you to walk on autopilot even without fully opening your eyes.

Or have your senses wake up until you flick the light on to find Kazuha and Rei making out by the kitchen counter, the former practically shoving her tongue down the latter. 

You blink like an owl. Slowly, peculiarly, until the scene before you registers in your mind and you start looking like a deer in headlights. Then your brain finally catches up to what you’re seeing and—

“Well, good morning to you girls too.” Dragging a palm across your face, you decide to head over to grab a cup and fill it up with water. “Did you have fun earlier?”

Rei lets out a blissful hum, letting out a gasp as Kazuha leaves her lips to kiss down her neck. “Great,” she gasps, holding onto Kazuha’s locks. Rei lets out an even loud gasp when she gets hoisted up onto the counter by Kazuha, and even you were raising eyebrows at how assertive Kazuha is being tonight.

Or today, you’re not sure yourself. 

You take a good, long drink of your cup, downing it all in one go, a quiet, refreshed noise coming out of your lips before putting it down. You have half a mind to walk up and join in on whatever debauchery Kazuha’s planned, and another to go back to bed and let them have their fun, considering they’ve already started without you.

Kazuha might not even know you’re here, what with her buried completely in Rei’s chest, her hands pulling the jacket she has on away before her fingers begin to pull Rei’s top up to expose her chest and holy shit Rei being even more stacked than you thought was not in your bingo card.

Not that you were looking, of course. You were simply appreciating the times her cleavage was in display. Totally not looking down whenever you had the chance, no.

Your bro will never let you live it down. But then again, anyone would be happy to have their faces shoved full of tits, especially ones as big as Rei’s.

Kazuha included.

Speaking of, she’s finally gotten her head out of Rei’s tits and turns to you with a grin. “Hey.” Is all she says, like this is another Sunday for her (and for the most part, this was a normal Sunday before you two were a thing, the player that your girlfriend was. Still is.) “Had a good day doing nothing today?”

“I cleaned, thank you very much,” you answer, walking up next to her, arm wrapping around her waist and leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek, like this is another Sunday for you. “I’m guessing this is how Rei is paying you back for staying?”

“Oh this was for the pillows I got her,” Kazuha says, taking your free hand and placing it on Rei’s bra-covered breast, and even with the fabric in the way you can feel how soft and large they are in your hand. Rei encourages you further, pushing her chest out for the both of you and your fingers can’t stop themselves from squeezing. “Now she’s paying us back with her pillows.”

“They are some very nice pillows,” you mutter, engrossed in the soft flesh.

Kazuha chuckles, a hand coming down to cup the bulge growing in your shorts, fondling you through your clothing. Her lips come close; kisses starting from your neck, journeying her way up to your cheek all the way until she can nibble your earlobe, cooing a question that you’ll ever answer. “Better than Kkura’s?”

Whether it be because you don’t want to hurt Rei’s feelings (especially cause you’re getting a feel of her tits), Sakura’s feelings when Kazuha eventually tells her (cause you know Sakura’s going to come barging in your apartment one night when she learns about it), or your own physical being, you can’t be sure. What you are sure of is that all three can be an option, but you’re too busy fondling Rei’s breasts to give Kazuha an answer anyway.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Kazuha sing-songs, tugging your shorts down to your ankles. “Rei, be a dear and help me out here, why don’t you?”

“On it!” Rei’s hands come to the waistband of your boxers, and they end up right above your shorts. Your cock twitching and leaking and Christ her hands feel amazing stroking you so gently it makes you moan.

It makes Kazuha giggle; a sound that makes you fall deeper into this whole rabbit hole of fucking yet another one of her friends. “Excited now, are we bro?” And it’s like she’s reading your mind, even when she’s on her knees and looking at you with those doe eyes. Knowing that you’re just as turned on as she is, that you’ll be sharing Rei between the both of you.

That, or it could be the other way around and she’s sharing you with her friends.

“Well, don’t worry too much,” Kazuha continues, inching closer to your cock. “Let Rei and I take care of you for the night, hmm?” Her tongue gives a quick lick at your tip, making your thighs clench.

“Let me guess–” you exhale, glancing back to Rei. “Is this your thanks for letting you stay?”

“Nope!” she says, her entire face lighting up. She leans in and gives your cheek a quick peck then drops off the counter to follow Kazuha on her knees. “I’m doing this cause I’m so fucking wet right now.” Rei gives that same quick kiss to your tip, holding you by the base all while Kazuha watches by her side.

“Rei’s a little bit of a horndog,” Kazuha adds, nudging Rei lightly. Rei only nods in agreement, her tongue coming out to lick your shaft; from the tip going down to the base of your cock, she leaves no surface safe from her pretty pink muscle that’s eager to get you ready. “And she is very adventurous.”

“I can tell.” Just by the way Rei is worshipping your balls, taking each one in her mouth and rolling them with her tongue, sucking and licking away at them so goddamn well it makes you lean back onto the counter to brace yourself for when Kazuha inescapably joins in. “Christ, Zuha, you’re making me think you’ve fucked all your friends.”

“Not all of them,” Kazuha snaps back, a smirk on her lips. She gets closer to your dick, hot breath tickling you, and the air you need in your lungs gets exponentially bigger the moment her own tongue comes out to have her fun. “I’m thinking we should double team someone one of these days, though.”

Jesus, this woman truly is after your own heart. Even the mere thought of Kazuha wearing a strap, pinning Rei down and getting to stuff her in both holes sounded insane. And here she is, telling you that she’s ready and willing to go; might not even need to be Rei at all.

“Hot,” Rei comments, like her mouth isn’t preoccupied with your balls. “Can that be me? Please let it be me.”

The shit eating grin on Kazuha’s face when she hears that, paired with her eyebrows wiggling at you causes a shaky laugh to spill out of your lips. Knowing that it really, actually, might be Rei that’s going to get stuffed by the both of you in the near future makes you throb harder, pulsing around Kazuha’s hand.

Something you’ll anticipate for later, when the time comes. Right now you need to focus on not cumming too early when both Kazuha takes your cock in her mouth, tongue swirling around your cockhead just as Rei manages to take both your balls in hers. It makes you grip the counter tighter, hissing a curse and looking up at the ceiling just so the view won’t make you explode in record time.

Not that it matters, you’re only delaying the inevitable when it comes to Kazuha.

“Z-Zuha–” you stutter, a hand coming to rest on her hair, running your fingers through her locks when she takes you deep. Mouth locked firmly around your length, she sucks eagerly, cheeks hollowing out as she bobs. Up and down and up and down and down and down until her nose almost reaches your crotch. Letting out a gag before she comes up for air, stroking your spit covered cock and looks up at you with a smile.

“Problem?” The tilt of her head partnered with the grin playing her face is fucking you up seven ways to Sunday, and your fingers curled up in her hair tightens in response. Combined with the fact that Rei’s never let up on your balls, and it’s a constant barrage of pleasure that you do not have the strength to win against.

“I–fuck–” It’s embarrassing to admit, having to lose so quickly against these two, but waking up and having your dick sucked wasn't exactly what you were expecting to happen. “I’m not gonna last long.”

Rei pauses, coming up and finally giving you a moment's rest, and she is a mess. Droll running down her chin that she doesn’t bother wiping off, only slurping what she can in her mouth as she grins at you two. “Can I do the thing please?”

You turn to Kazuha. “What thing?”

“Course you can, Rei.” Kazuha gives Rei a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes!” Rei leaves one last kiss on your cock, her tongue making out with the tip and the surprise almost makes you kick your feet up. 

“Holy shit–”

She doesn't stay for long, kissing you cock one last time before she stands up. Before you can know it Kazuha is pulling you away from the counter, getting you to stand upright.

“Dude, what is she talking about?” You hold on to Kazuha's shoulders, the clothes around your ankles being a pain to move forward.

Kazuha only grins and gives you a wink. “When I said Rei was adventurous–” You can feel Rei behind you now, her hands on your shoulders, face peeking out from behind to kiss you dangerously close to your lips but pulls away to smooch you on the cheek. “She’s really adventurous.”

Rei must know what'll happen if she decides to have a taste of your lips. 

Clothes rustling behind you pique your curiosity, making you want to turn around to see Rei's breasts out of that damn bra. Wanting to feel the weight of them in your palms, pinch and play with her nipples, give them a nice, good squeeze—

A squeaky, girly noise comes out of you, shivers up your spine, your skin tingling all over the place, body locking up; it happens all at once, overloading your senses and almost making you double over if not for Kazuha holding you upright. You don’t know how to react, your body running on instinct at the burst of pleasure that’s hit you, all because of a wet intrusion poking in your taint.

“What the fuck, Rei–” The letters that constitute pronouncing her name slowly become gibberish in favor of a long, drawn out moan, your hands grabbing Kazuha’s head in an attempt to find solace. Even if you must look so fucked stupid in front of her, that smile Kazuha gives you is somehow both endearing and problematic at the same time.

“Relax,” Kazuha says, and that one word—that one, simple word—is enough to let you know that there is, in fact, a problem. “Just let go when you need to, alright?”

And when Kazuha starts to double down on the assault of pleasure being inflicted on you, you just know that you’re not going to last much longer. You’re almost hyperventilating at how potent the feeling is, the tingling becoming a numbing sensation over your body from it all.

The sensation of Rei licking around your pucker, circling it with her tongue before she does a few pokes to test your reaction. Kazuha’s head a blur from how fast her head is bobbing, blowing you so eagerly. Rei digging her fingers in your ass once her tongue plunges in to rim you. Kazuha’s gaze never losing its focus away from you, her lips suctioned at your tip, tongue circling around, flicking the slit of your cockhead while her hands stroke you.

You’re seeing stars. Blots of white start blocking your vision, the hold you have on Kazuha’s head getting firmer to hold yourself together. It’s useless trying to fight back against it, not when these two are tongue fucking you on both sides. You try to warn either of them that the inevitable is happening, but all that comes out is garbled mutterings of a man gone mad.

It just happened, is what you eventually tell the both. When your eyes roll back and your cock erupts straight into Kazuha’s waiting mouth, filling up with cum at each pulse. The hum that vibrates around your cock along with the tongue slowly licking around your taint coaxes more and more of your load to come out, and it all seems neverending.

Rei comes out from behind, leaving your backside to kneel next to your leg. A finger feathers around your taint, even as she stares at Kazuha prolongs your load. And Kazuha manages to stay attached to your cock, jerking you off to gain more of your spunk, swallowing what she can even as it starts to spill out of her lips. The wonder in Rei’s eyes as she watches, the perverse anticipation in her lips—and all you can do is moan and let it all happen.

“There you go,” Rei mutters, her thighs pushing together. “Give her all that cum. Give her everything so I can have some for myself.”

Kazuha’s lips leave your shaft and you’re crumbling to the floor, feeling like you just ran a marathon and back from the experience. Rei makes sure that you don’t hurt yourself, getting your back against the counter before she gets pulled in for a kiss by Kazuha.

Cum gets swapped between their lips, lips savouring the taste, their tongues sliding together and sharing what Kazuha has milked from you. Some spill down, some stick to their lips, most get swallowed from both. It’s all so messy, and they don’t care at all.

Somehow, someway, your cock comes to life from the view. You don’t understand how, and you’re genuinely scared to find out what happens when you figure out that your body is overruling your sense of survival for more of this.

They part, Kazuha turning to you as Rei licks up any leftover cum that’s fallen down to the former’s chest. “You look like you enjoyed that.”

“I look like I’m a fucking corpse,” you reply, causing Kazuha and Rei to giggle. “What the hell was even that?”

“Just a little thank you for cleaning up the apartment while we were off partying.” Kazuha closes the distance between you two, coming to your left. She cups your cheek, and her lips meet yours. 

Arms wrap around her waist to pull her close, and you relax. Letting yourself get swept away by Kazuha’s soft lips for a moment, whispering such a rare phrase to you in between all of the kisses that it makes you smile. You say it back, just when you feel a wet pressure around your length.

It makes you flinch in surprise, pulling you away from the moment, from Kazuha. You look down, and Rei’s in between your legs, cock popping off her lips.

“So about that double team,” Rei starts, slowly stroking you. It was enough to ease you back into hardness. She’s careful with you, making sure that the pleasure doesn’t become pain from overstimulating you. “Can that be my payment for staying here for the week?”

You share a look with Kazuha.

Kazuha shrugs. Takes a glance at Rei. Smirks.

The annual Halloween party for BPM was just starting; most of their idols were at other parties, but the Viviz members showed up right after it began. They had taken time to put on costumes after finishing filming for the day. 

You watched them walk into the party from afar. Each member had taken after their representative animal. Considering the party would be just the company employees, the girls had taken to wearing something bolder. Eunha wore a bunny suit and a small skirt that ended just above her mid-thigh. She took care to hide her chest; the corset she had on pushed her breasts up, so she had added another piece of fabric to cover them well. The finishing touches were the rabbit ears, which were absolutely necessary, and a pair of sleek black stockings. 

SinB had chosen to go the Catwoman route for her costume, wearing a skintight bodysuit that left little to the imagination when it came to her form. She added some flourishes by painting her face, whispering to herself, and adding other details. The cat ears were just the cherry on top. 

Umji, being a red panda, went in a slightly different direction. She wore black furry boots and black stockings, an orange pencil skirt with a bushy tail, and a black crop top. Her painted face attracted a lot of attention for its cuteness; people could hardly stay away from the youngest member.

You walked up to them and offered each one a drink, telling them about the different stations around the building, from the snack area Eunha would be interested in, to poker tables and other games you had set up. The girls thanked you for telling them and sipped at their drinks. The party was going well; everyone was having a merry time drinking and chatting. It was also apparent that people were staring at the members, and you couldn’t blame them. They looked stunning in their costumes. You headed over to the poker table, though; it was going to be where you could relax.

Once the drinks began taking hold, the girls started chatting about showing appreciation. “How about we have some fun?” Eunha giggled, playfully grabbing at the others' arms. “They’ve been staring at us all night. Let’s show everyone how much we appreciate them.”

“Eunha, you’re not thinking about that, are you?” SinB asked, feigning shock. She couldn’t deny it; the idea sounded hot, and she was already rubbing her legs together, just imagining being the center of attention. Umji smirked, knowing that her unnies wouldn’t back down now that the idea was in their heads. 

“Let’s not make it easy for them.” She interjected. “Let’s play a couple of games. SinB, why don’t you take over the poker table?”

“Oh, she’s right!” Eunha said excitedly, jumping up and down. “We have a lot of marshmallows; maybe I’ll do chubby bunny.” She said, playing with her rabbit ears.  

Umji’s cheeks puff up, and her brows furrow as she considers what sort of game to play with the staff. “I’ll think of something for myself. You two get started.” Umji says, waving Eunha and SinB away. Both members smile at their maknae before heading in separate directions. 

Umji walked around mingling with the staff as she tried to figure out what to do. Ultimately, she came up with a simple game of hide-and-seek. “Everyone! Who wants to play a game with me?” She shouted to boisterous cheers. “Okay! It’s hide-and-seek; the first to find me gets a special prize! Now close your eyes!” She waited until everyone who was going to play closed her eyes, and she searched for someplace to hide, deciding on the bathroom, where she’d be hiding in the middle stall. Umji giggled to herself as she wondered who would be the lucky person.

Eunha made her way over to the breakroom and searched the cupboards for a bag of marshmallows she knew she had hidden. Once found, she ripped it open and moved to the break room. “Let’s play a game,” she tells everyone in the room, eventually attracting some suitors. After explaining the rules of Chubby Bunny, she was asked what the reward would be. “Hmm, something special, I don’t know what, but it’ll be something good!” she teased them before popping the first marshmallow in her mouth. The rest of the contestants followed suit, and thus began the competition where, marshmallow by marshmallow, their mouths became full. 

“Eunha, you look like you're really struggling,” One of the employees commented.

Eunha furrowed her brow. “I can take a lot more than this,” she mumbled, her cheeks puffing out from the marshmallows. 

“Oh, really?” They asked, 

“Yeah!” Eunha said, annoyed that they would doubt her abilities. She spat the marshmallows onto a napkin before realizing what she had done. She hung her head in shame, feeling bad that she had given the win by accident. On the inside, though, she was a little happy that her festivities would begin early. “Alright then, your reward is a bouncing bunny,” Eunha said with a smile. She flipped the cups of her costume and covered her breasts while doing so. “Get ready,” she said before dropping her arm and jumping, giving everyone a look at her tits. Everyone got closer to the young woman, touching her body, from her legs to her breasts. Eunha cooed as she felt their touch, ready to get started. “Let me show you just how much I can really take,’ she said as she began rubbing the staff’s cocks through their pants.

SinB, all the while, had found her spot at a poker table that the company had set up for fun. You were playing with others when she joined the next game, “Let’s make this a little interesting. How about a few games of strip poker?” You chuckled at the thought, knowing SinB didn’t know much about poker. Maybe it was the drinks making you do it, or perhaps you just wanted to see more SinB, but you agreed.

“Alright, that works for me,” you said, looking SinB up and down. “Well, let’s hope you don’t lose; I doubt you have much to give,” SinB smirked at you and took her cards. Luck seemed to be on her side for a little while, as you had to give up your suit jacket and button-up shirt, leaving you in an undershirt. Her lucky run quickly ended, though, and soon, she lost her first hand; SinB huffed, pretending to be annoyed as she unzipped her skin-tight suit. She slipped one arm out and then the other; her bra pushed up her breasts, and she had to adjust her panties as she stepped out of her leather suit.  You were getting hard at the sight of the beautiful woman next to you, and SinB noticed; she let her hand run against your thigh more than a couple of times as you began another round.

SinB lost the next hand, too, and dropped her bra on the ground, leaving her in just her panties. SinB’s perky breasts captured everyone’s attention; her small brown nipples were hard, and she was ready to move on. She looked around, a sly smile on her face as she noticed how much attention she was getting. She was tempted to start fingering herself, but held off. She played one more round and lost her panties. SinB bent over slowly, making the process a long and slow one, you go to enjoy as you look at her clean-shaven cunt. “Well, that was fun, but I guess you lose.”

“I’m not done yet. One more game; if I lose, you can humiliate me and walk me around on a leash. I also have this:” SinB pulled out a cat tail, the end of which shone; it was an anal plug. “If I win, you all have to strip down and walk home like that.” 

You huff, “Alright, you're on.” You and SinB played on the last game; her hand was no good, a simple pair, while you ended up with a three-of-a-kind. SinB faked a sigh and grabbed the anal plug, spitting on it. 

“I’m going to need some help.” She said before bending herself over the poker table. You smirked and took the plug from her. You made sure it was well-lubed. Before you put it in her, though, you made sure SinB’s ass was ready. You coated your fingers in saliva and pushed them into her ass, making her moan in front of everyone. SinB couldn’t help but crack a smile; she was getting her ass fingered in front of everyone. You push your fingers deep into her ass, curling them and making SinB moan more before finally deciding to use the plug. You run the tip of it around SinB’s ass and begin pushing it in, watching as her puckered asshole stretches around it. “Mhm, ah, it’s big,” SinB said, pursing her lips as she felt her ass slowly expanding. She was getting wet; the pleasure she was getting from being plugged in front of everyone coursed through her body. You continued pushing, the resistance building and building until it was swallowed whole.

SinB felt full; when she shifted her weight, it moved around inside her. “Time for the leash,” you tell her, grabbing the leash she had brought and putting it around her neck. “SinB, let’s find a nice place to have fun.” The young woman was hoping for just that. She got onto her knees and crawled around the office, following you as you searched for a nice place to have fun with her.

While you walk SinB around the office, you spot Eunha, the bunny, having fun stuffing herself. You peeked into the room as she had both holes filled. You stayed a while, letting SinB watch as her friend was pounded from both sides. Eunha’s moans were muffled, too, as she slobbered over another cock in her mouth. Her bunny costume was torn, the cups she had used to cover her breasts were gone, her breasts were revealed and pushed up due to her corset, and her lower half was exposed with her stockings torn. Her skirt had disappeared at some point. 

The beauty rode their cocks roughly, loving the sensation of having each hole stretched and filled. The man below Eunha, Dohyun, was the first to blow, filling the idol’s pussy with his cum. You heard Eunha’s moans reach a new peak as she felt his hot semen pour inside her. Eunha’s walls instinctively tightened around Dohyun and Jiho, the employee in her ass. The pleasure must have been unimaginable as she continued to move her hips and forced Jiho to fill her ass. Still, Eunha continued moving her moans, making her throat vibrate around Juwon’s cock. She was smiling, reveling in the taste of his cum as it splashed on her tongue. Eunha popped him out of her mouth and stroked his cock, giggling softly. 

Her giggles soon turned into lewd moans as she felt Dohyun and Jiho slide out of her. Eunha stood up slowly, her legs shaky, as she watched the other employees waiting for their turn with the lovely woman. She smiled at them and bent herself over, spreading her cheeks for them. Eunha teased them, singing, “Who’s next?” and creating a rush for her. It wasn’t long before Eunha was getting stuffed again. Instead of riding, she was being used like a toy this time. Lifted between junior employees, Siwoo and Seojun, they bounced her on their cocks, taking turns thrusting and sending a constant flow of pleasure through Eunha. They gripped her body tightly, one holding onto her thighs while the other squeezed her breasts. 

You looked down at SinB. She was engrossed at the sight, licking her lips as she watched Eunha get closer to her climax. You turned back to Eunha, watching as the young woman threw her head back and moaned as she came on the employee's cocks; her thighs tensed, and she squeezed Siwoo’s sides; her arms went over her head and clung to Seojun’s neck as she let the pleasure flow through her body. The two continued to thrust into her, though, reveling in the pleasure her body was providing them. 

Eunha’s moans continued to flow through the building as she took their cocks. She could feel them rubbing against each other through her thin walls; their hands wandering her body gave her more pleasure. She felt Seojun’s hands move across her breasts, flicking her nipples before moving on. As she whimpered, Eunha felt his hands return to her nipples; he pinched and pulled them, making her cry out in pleasure.

She was going to cum again; she felt the tension in her body as they continued to thrust into her; they were dragging her body down, forcing their cocks deeper. Eunha felt their cocks begin to throb, and she knew what was coming and began to beg, “Cum inside, cum inside me!” She pleaded until she felt their cum shoot into her body. She exploded on them the second she felt them cum; She curled her toes as the pleasure wracked her body. Siwoo pulled out immediately after; Eunha was barely able to stand, but she got some help in the form of another employee offering her cock. She smirked before quickly taking it into her mouth. Two other cocks  came by, and Eunha took them by the hand, stroking them as Seojun began moving inside her again.

You thought that was enough watching and moved onward, leading SinB and developing a small crowd. SinB glanced at everyone looking at her and felt herself growing wetter. You tugged on her leash, making her whimper, and took her to the practice room. You stood SinB up and pressed her against the pole. You untied her leash and brought it around her hands, wrapping them tightly around the pole. She looked back at the crowd and knew what would come; she smiled shyly at them. 

You move your hands down SinB’s sides, stopping at her waist, where you tighten your grip, digging into her skin. SinB moans and looks back at you. “Look forward,” you command before smacking her ass. SinB yelps and does as she’s told, looking forward. She can see herself in the mirror. 

You pull your cock out, ready to take her, but give SinB a few more seconds to look at herself, surrounded by people who wanted to ravage her and her in the middle, cat ears on her head, and an anal plug cat tail, the only thing she had on. Her mouth was open, about to say something, when you pushed yourself inside her needy cunt. A moan came from SinB’s lips as you went deeper; her walls flexed around your cock, holding you tightly. You pressed SinB against the pole and dug your nails into her waist. She moaned loudly for the crowd, giving them all a reason to cheer. You began to thrust into SinB, and her walls clung to you. 

SinB held the pole and pursed her lips, her eyes scanning the crowd as she watched them masturbating to the sight of her being fucked. She couldn’t help but smile, her body tingling as she imagined them coating her body in their cum, as she imagined them painting her face. 

You brought SinB’s mind back into the action, wrapping her hair around your hand and pulling back. “Yes, yes, yes,” SinB cried out, loving every second of what was happening. You move one of your hands up and knead SinB’s tit, drawing more moans from her. SinB’s legs were growing weak as you continued to thrust, her walls squeezed down on your cock tightly as she got closer to her orgasm. You pushed SinB against the pole, using it to keep her up as you moved quickly, driving yourself as deep as you could. SinB’s cat ears fell off her head, and her moans grew louder until she let out a roar. Her body shook as she came on your cock.

You were close to cumming, only needing a little more, so you continued to thrust. You let go of SinB’s hair and pulled at her plug, making her groan as she felt it stretch her ass. You continued to pull on it and thrust into her, driving SinB crazy. Pleasure filled her body, and she was on the verge of another climax. Your continued tugging of the plug was causing her mind to blur as she felt it inch out of her until it eventually popped out, and when it did, she came. SinB squirted, her nectar splashing onto the floor as you buried yourself inside her and filled her cunt with your cum. SinB weakly held onto the pole she was tied to; as you pulled out and let her go, she collapsed to the floor, kneeling in a puddle of her cum.  

You took a step back, and some of the others took a step forward, jerking themselves off as they got closer to SinB. She raised her head slowly and glanced at their hard cocks before looking at their faces. She shut her eyes and stuck out her tongue, letting them coat her face in their semen. They helped SinB to her feet, and one of the employees took a marker and marked the idol, one; as the next person began to fuck SinB, they marked her again, two. SinB could feel them writing on her body, but she didn’t mind; she loved the attention, and getting to know just how many people used her would turn her on later. 

You leave them to their fun and head to the bathroom to clean up. You step inside, and the moment you do, you hear moans from one stall. It was a familiar moan to you; the voice was Umji’s. You peer between the tiny gaps in the stall and see the young woman furiously fingering herself and groping her breasts. Considering you could hear Eunha’s and SinB’s muffled moans, there was little doubt in your mind that she was getting off on hearing them have sex.

You move into the stall next to Umji’s; it wasn’t the first time fun was had in this bathroom. When Soyou was around, she enjoyed using it for her own benefit. While you intended to clean yourself up, you figured Umji would love to do it for you. You push your cock through the hole and wait. Umji’s moans died down soon enough, and you felt her hand around your cock, stroking it slowly as she got you hard. “You found me,” she says softly. “Congratulations. Let me give you your reward.”  Umji leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of your cock. She swirled her tongue around it, tasting the mixture of SinB’s nectar and your cum. Tasting her member on your cock makes Umji’s body grow hot. She snakes her hand down her body and touches herself, sliding her fingers between her folds as she bobs her head and takes in more of your cock. 

You groan and push yourself against the stall, relishing the pleasure Umji’s skilled tongue gives you. Her lips form a seal around your cock, and her cheeks hollow out. Umji toys with you, going from taking every inch of your cock to sucking only on the head and running her tongue around it. “Umji,” you groan, your climax quickly approaching. 

“Cum whenever you want. I’m ready,” she says before continuing to suck you off. Umji rubs the tip against the inside of her cheek as she strokes your shaft. You let go of the tension building inside and cum in Umji’s mouth; she drinks it with ease and continues sucking on your cock, using her tongue to clean it before finally popping you out of her mouth.

You imagine the satisfied smile on the cute woman next door and decide to take things further. You walk over to Umji’s stall and open the door, getting a good look at her. Saliva was running down the young woman’s chin onto her modest breasts, and her thighs were slick with her juices. The red panda makeup she had on was fading away. Umji looked at you before her eyes wandered south and stuck on your cock. She bit her lip before looking into your eyes. She spreads her legs for you, wanting you just as much as you wanted her. You step into her stall and slide your hands under Umji’s thighs, gripping them and lifting her. She yelps and wraps her arms around you as you walk over to the sink and place her there. Once there, she begins giggling and reaches down using her thumb to rub the head of your cock. “Do it; I’ve been waiting all night,” she says with a devilish smile. You deliver, sliding yourself into Umji’s cunt. She leans back and smiles, finally getting to know what the others were getting. You feel the Umji’s cunt stretch around your cock as you stuff her. Moans continued flowing from her lips as she felt you fill her. “Ah, yes!” she cries out as you bottom out and knock against her womb.

“You’re so tight, Umji,” you groan as you try to pull out of the idol. Her tightness makes you crave more, though. You grab her hips and thrust into her in one smooth motion. Umji throws her head back as she feels you tear through her; she grips the sides of the sink, her moans echoing in the small room. You pull out again and thrust into the young woman; she moves her arms to your neck, wrapping them around you. 

“More, please, more.” She whines before kissing you fiercely. You hold her in place as you begin thrusting. Umji’s small body provides you with tons of pleasure; her kisses make you desire her more. You start to move like a piston, ramming your cock into her quickly. She cries out in pleasure and clings to you. “Fuck me!” she begs you, reveling in the feeling of being fucked without a care. 

You slap her ass, making her grit her teeth, “Keep going.” You spank her again as you pound her tight body. Umji peppers you with kisses; her make-up rubs off on you the longer this goes. 

Umji’s moans eventually attract the attention of others, and they find you fucking the idol. “You’ll have to wait your turn,” Umji moans, looking at the employees with lustful eyes before focusing back on you.

Umji wraps her legs around you, using her legs to push you in deeper. You squeeze Umji’s thighs and focus on the way her walls clamp down on your cock. “Cum inside me, cum inside,” Umji says breathlessly before kissing you again.  You bury yourself inside Umji cumming inside her as she wishes. You paint her walls as you fill her womb with your cum. Umji keeps her legs locked around you, keeping you inside until she’s taken every drop of cum from you. Only then does she let you go. Umji rests against the sink mirror, your cum dripping onto the floor as it leaks out of her. You let the next man take Umji and walk out, listening to her moans. 

The annual Halloween party for BPM was just starting; most of their idols were at other parties, but the Viviz members showed up right after it began. They had taken time to put on costumes after finishing filming for the day. 

You watched them walk into the party from afar. Each member had taken after their representative animal. Considering the party would be just the company employees, the girls had taken to wearing something bolder. Eunha wore a bunny suit and a small skirt that ended just above her mid-thigh. She took care to hide her chest; the corset she had on pushed her breasts up, so she had added another piece of fabric to cover them well. The finishing touches were the rabbit ears, which were absolutely necessary, and a pair of sleek black stockings. 

SinB had chosen to go the Catwoman route for her costume, wearing a skintight bodysuit that left little to the imagination when it came to her form. She added some flourishes by painting her face, whispering to herself, and adding other details. The cat ears were just the cherry on top. 

Umji, being a red panda, went in a slightly different direction. She wore black furry boots and black stockings, an orange pencil skirt with a bushy tail, and a black crop top. Her painted face attracted a lot of attention for its cuteness; people could hardly stay away from the youngest member.

You walked up to them and offered each one a drink, telling them about the different stations around the building, from the snack area Eunha would be interested in, to poker tables and other games you had set up. The girls thanked you for telling them and sipped at their drinks. The party was going well; everyone was having a merry time drinking and chatting. It was also apparent that people were staring at the members, and you couldn’t blame them. They looked stunning in their costumes. You headed over to the poker table, though; it was going to be where you could relax.

Once the drinks began taking hold, the girls started chatting about showing appreciation. “How about we have some fun?” Eunha giggled, playfully grabbing at the others' arms. “They’ve been staring at us all night. Let’s show everyone how much we appreciate them.”

“Eunha, you’re not thinking about that, are you?” SinB asked, feigning shock. She couldn’t deny it; the idea sounded hot, and she was already rubbing her legs together, just imagining being the center of attention. Umji smirked, knowing that her unnies wouldn’t back down now that the idea was in their heads. 

“Let’s not make it easy for them.” She interjected. “Let’s play a couple of games. SinB, why don’t you take over the poker table?”

“Oh, she’s right!” Eunha said excitedly, jumping up and down. “We have a lot of marshmallows; maybe I’ll do chubby bunny.” She said, playing with her rabbit ears.  

Umji’s cheeks puff up, and her brows furrow as she considers what sort of game to play with the staff. “I’ll think of something for myself. You two get started.” Umji says, waving Eunha and SinB away. Both members smile at their maknae before heading in separate directions. 

Umji walked around mingling with the staff as she tried to figure out what to do. Ultimately, she came up with a simple game of hide-and-seek. “Everyone! Who wants to play a game with me?” She shouted to boisterous cheers. “Okay! It’s hide-and-seek; the first to find me gets a special prize! Now close your eyes!” She waited until everyone who was going to play closed her eyes, and she searched for someplace to hide, deciding on the bathroom, where she’d be hiding in the middle stall. Umji giggled to herself as she wondered who would be the lucky person.

Eunha made her way over to the breakroom and searched the cupboards for a bag of marshmallows she knew she had hidden. Once found, she ripped it open and moved to the break room. “Let’s play a game,” she tells everyone in the room, eventually attracting some suitors. After explaining the rules of Chubby Bunny, she was asked what the reward would be. “Hmm, something special, I don’t know what, but it’ll be something good!” she teased them before popping the first marshmallow in her mouth. The rest of the contestants followed suit, and thus began the competition where, marshmallow by marshmallow, their mouths became full. 

“Eunha, you look like you're really struggling,” One of the employees commented.

Eunha furrowed her brow. “I can take a lot more than this,” she mumbled, her cheeks puffing out from the marshmallows. 

“Oh, really?” They asked, 

“Yeah!” Eunha said, annoyed that they would doubt her abilities. She spat the marshmallows onto a napkin before realizing what she had done. She hung her head in shame, feeling bad that she had given the win by accident. On the inside, though, she was a little happy that her festivities would begin early. “Alright then, your reward is a bouncing bunny,” Eunha said with a smile. She flipped the cups of her costume and covered her breasts while doing so. “Get ready,” she said before dropping her arm and jumping, giving everyone a look at her tits. Everyone got closer to the young woman, touching her body, from her legs to her breasts. Eunha cooed as she felt their touch, ready to get started. “Let me show you just how much I can really take,’ she said as she began rubbing the staff’s cocks through their pants.

SinB, all the while, had found her spot at a poker table that the company had set up for fun. You were playing with others when she joined the next game, “Let’s make this a little interesting. How about a few games of strip poker?” You chuckled at the thought, knowing SinB didn’t know much about poker. Maybe it was the drinks making you do it, or perhaps you just wanted to see more SinB, but you agreed.

“Alright, that works for me,” you said, looking SinB up and down. “Well, let’s hope you don’t lose; I doubt you have much to give,” SinB smirked at you and took her cards. Luck seemed to be on her side for a little while, as you had to give up your suit jacket and button-up shirt, leaving you in an undershirt. Her lucky run quickly ended, though, and soon, she lost her first hand; SinB huffed, pretending to be annoyed as she unzipped her skin-tight suit. She slipped one arm out and then the other; her bra pushed up her breasts, and she had to adjust her panties as she stepped out of her leather suit.  You were getting hard at the sight of the beautiful woman next to you, and SinB noticed; she let her hand run against your thigh more than a couple of times as you began another round.

SinB lost the next hand, too, and dropped her bra on the ground, leaving her in just her panties. SinB’s perky breasts captured everyone’s attention; her small brown nipples were hard, and she was ready to move on. She looked around, a sly smile on her face as she noticed how much attention she was getting. She was tempted to start fingering herself, but held off. She played one more round and lost her panties. SinB bent over slowly, making the process a long and slow one, you go to enjoy as you look at her clean-shaven cunt. “Well, that was fun, but I guess you lose.”

“I’m not done yet. One more game; if I lose, you can humiliate me and walk me around on a leash. I also have this:” SinB pulled out a cat tail, the end of which shone; it was an anal plug. “If I win, you all have to strip down and walk home like that.” 

You huff, “Alright, you're on.” You and SinB played on the last game; her hand was no good, a simple pair, while you ended up with a three-of-a-kind. SinB faked a sigh and grabbed the anal plug, spitting on it. 

“I’m going to need some help.” She said before bending herself over the poker table. You smirked and took the plug from her. You made sure it was well-lubed. Before you put it in her, though, you made sure SinB’s ass was ready. You coated your fingers in saliva and pushed them into her ass, making her moan in front of everyone. SinB couldn’t help but crack a smile; she was getting her ass fingered in front of everyone. You push your fingers deep into her ass, curling them and making SinB moan more before finally deciding to use the plug. You run the tip of it around SinB’s ass and begin pushing it in, watching as her puckered asshole stretches around it. “Mhm, ah, it’s big,” SinB said, pursing her lips as she felt her ass slowly expanding. She was getting wet; the pleasure she was getting from being plugged in front of everyone coursed through her body. You continued pushing, the resistance building and building until it was swallowed whole.

SinB felt full; when she shifted her weight, it moved around inside her. “Time for the leash,” you tell her, grabbing the leash she had brought and putting it around her neck. “SinB, let’s find a nice place to have fun.” The young woman was hoping for just that. She got onto her knees and crawled around the office, following you as you searched for a nice place to have fun with her.

While you walk SinB around the office, you spot Eunha, the bunny, having fun stuffing herself. You peeked into the room as she had both holes filled. You stayed a while, letting SinB watch as her friend was pounded from both sides. Eunha’s moans were muffled, too, as she slobbered over another cock in her mouth. Her bunny costume was torn, the cups she had used to cover her breasts were gone, her breasts were revealed and pushed up due to her corset, and her lower half was exposed with her stockings torn. Her skirt had disappeared at some point. 

The beauty rode their cocks roughly, loving the sensation of having each hole stretched and filled. The man below Eunha, Dohyun, was the first to blow, filling the idol’s pussy with his cum. You heard Eunha’s moans reach a new peak as she felt his hot semen pour inside her. Eunha’s walls instinctively tightened around Dohyun and Jiho, the employee in her ass. The pleasure must have been unimaginable as she continued to move her hips and forced Jiho to fill her ass. Still, Eunha continued moving her moans, making her throat vibrate around Juwon’s cock. She was smiling, reveling in the taste of his cum as it splashed on her tongue. Eunha popped him out of her mouth and stroked his cock, giggling softly. 

Her giggles soon turned into lewd moans as she felt Dohyun and Jiho slide out of her. Eunha stood up slowly, her legs shaky, as she watched the other employees waiting for their turn with the lovely woman. She smiled at them and bent herself over, spreading her cheeks for them. Eunha teased them, singing, “Who’s next?” and creating a rush for her. It wasn’t long before Eunha was getting stuffed again. Instead of riding, she was being used like a toy this time. Lifted between junior employees, Siwoo and Seojun, they bounced her on their cocks, taking turns thrusting and sending a constant flow of pleasure through Eunha. They gripped her body tightly, one holding onto her thighs while the other squeezed her breasts. 

You looked down at SinB. She was engrossed at the sight, licking her lips as she watched Eunha get closer to her climax. You turned back to Eunha, watching as the young woman threw her head back and moaned as she came on the employee's cocks; her thighs tensed, and she squeezed Siwoo’s sides; her arms went over her head and clung to Seojun’s neck as she let the pleasure flow through her body. The two continued to thrust into her, though, reveling in the pleasure her body was providing them. 

Eunha’s moans continued to flow through the building as she took their cocks. She could feel them rubbing against each other through her thin walls; their hands wandering her body gave her more pleasure. She felt Seojun’s hands move across her breasts, flicking her nipples before moving on. As she whimpered, Eunha felt his hands return to her nipples; he pinched and pulled them, making her cry out in pleasure.

She was going to cum again; she felt the tension in her body as they continued to thrust into her; they were dragging her body down, forcing their cocks deeper. Eunha felt their cocks begin to throb, and she knew what was coming and began to beg, “Cum inside, cum inside me!” She pleaded until she felt their cum shoot into her body. She exploded on them the second she felt them cum; She curled her toes as the pleasure wracked her body. Siwoo pulled out immediately after; Eunha was barely able to stand, but she got some help in the form of another employee offering her cock. She smirked before quickly taking it into her mouth. Two other cocks  came by, and Eunha took them by the hand, stroking them as Seojun began moving inside her again.

You thought that was enough watching and moved onward, leading SinB and developing a small crowd. SinB glanced at everyone looking at her and felt herself growing wetter. You tugged on her leash, making her whimper, and took her to the practice room. You stood SinB up and pressed her against the pole. You untied her leash and brought it around her hands, wrapping them tightly around the pole. She looked back at the crowd and knew what would come; she smiled shyly at them. 

You move your hands down SinB’s sides, stopping at her waist, where you tighten your grip, digging into her skin. SinB moans and looks back at you. “Look forward,” you command before smacking her ass. SinB yelps and does as she’s told, looking forward. She can see herself in the mirror. 

You pull your cock out, ready to take her, but give SinB a few more seconds to look at herself, surrounded by people who wanted to ravage her and her in the middle, cat ears on her head, and an anal plug cat tail, the only thing she had on. Her mouth was open, about to say something, when you pushed yourself inside her needy cunt. A moan came from SinB’s lips as you went deeper; her walls flexed around your cock, holding you tightly. You pressed SinB against the pole and dug your nails into her waist. She moaned loudly for the crowd, giving them all a reason to cheer. You began to thrust into SinB, and her walls clung to you. 

SinB held the pole and pursed her lips, her eyes scanning the crowd as she watched them masturbating to the sight of her being fucked. She couldn’t help but smile, her body tingling as she imagined them coating her body in their cum, as she imagined them painting her face. 

You brought SinB’s mind back into the action, wrapping her hair around your hand and pulling back. “Yes, yes, yes,” SinB cried out, loving every second of what was happening. You move one of your hands up and knead SinB’s tit, drawing more moans from her. SinB’s legs were growing weak as you continued to thrust, her walls squeezed down on your cock tightly as she got closer to her orgasm. You pushed SinB against the pole, using it to keep her up as you moved quickly, driving yourself as deep as you could. SinB’s cat ears fell off her head, and her moans grew louder until she let out a roar. Her body shook as she came on your cock.

You were close to cumming, only needing a little more, so you continued to thrust. You let go of SinB’s hair and pulled at her plug, making her groan as she felt it stretch her ass. You continued to pull on it and thrust into her, driving SinB crazy. Pleasure filled her body, and she was on the verge of another climax. Your continued tugging of the plug was causing her mind to blur as she felt it inch out of her until it eventually popped out, and when it did, she came. SinB squirted, her nectar splashing onto the floor as you buried yourself inside her and filled her cunt with your cum. SinB weakly held onto the pole she was tied to; as you pulled out and let her go, she collapsed to the floor, kneeling in a puddle of her cum.  

You took a step back, and some of the others took a step forward, jerking themselves off as they got closer to SinB. She raised her head slowly and glanced at their hard cocks before looking at their faces. She shut her eyes and stuck out her tongue, letting them coat her face in their semen. They helped SinB to her feet, and one of the employees took a marker and marked the idol, one; as the next person began to fuck SinB, they marked her again, two. SinB could feel them writing on her body, but she didn’t mind; she loved the attention, and getting to know just how many people used her would turn her on later. 

You leave them to their fun and head to the bathroom to clean up. You step inside, and the moment you do, you hear moans from one stall. It was a familiar moan to you; the voice was Umji’s. You peer between the tiny gaps in the stall and see the young woman furiously fingering herself and groping her breasts. Considering you could hear Eunha’s and SinB’s muffled moans, there was little doubt in your mind that she was getting off on hearing them have sex.

You move into the stall next to Umji’s; it wasn’t the first time fun was had in this bathroom. When Soyou was around, she enjoyed using it for her own benefit. While you intended to clean yourself up, you figured Umji would love to do it for you. You push your cock through the hole and wait. Umji’s moans died down soon enough, and you felt her hand around your cock, stroking it slowly as she got you hard. “You found me,” she says softly. “Congratulations. Let me give you your reward.”  Umji leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of your cock. She swirled her tongue around it, tasting the mixture of SinB’s nectar and your cum. Tasting her member on your cock makes Umji’s body grow hot. She snakes her hand down her body and touches herself, sliding her fingers between her folds as she bobs her head and takes in more of your cock. 

You groan and push yourself against the stall, relishing the pleasure Umji’s skilled tongue gives you. Her lips form a seal around your cock, and her cheeks hollow out. Umji toys with you, going from taking every inch of your cock to sucking only on the head and running her tongue around it. “Umji,” you groan, your climax quickly approaching. 

“Cum whenever you want. I’m ready,” she says before continuing to suck you off. Umji rubs the tip against the inside of her cheek as she strokes your shaft. You let go of the tension building inside and cum in Umji’s mouth; she drinks it with ease and continues sucking on your cock, using her tongue to clean it before finally popping you out of her mouth.

You imagine the satisfied smile on the cute woman next door and decide to take things further. You walk over to Umji’s stall and open the door, getting a good look at her. Saliva was running down the young woman’s chin onto her modest breasts, and her thighs were slick with her juices. The red panda makeup she had on was fading away. Umji looked at you before her eyes wandered south and stuck on your cock. She bit her lip before looking into your eyes. She spreads her legs for you, wanting you just as much as you wanted her. You step into her stall and slide your hands under Umji’s thighs, gripping them and lifting her. She yelps and wraps her arms around you as you walk over to the sink and place her there. Once there, she begins giggling and reaches down using her thumb to rub the head of your cock. “Do it; I’ve been waiting all night,” she says with a devilish smile. You deliver, sliding yourself into Umji’s cunt. She leans back and smiles, finally getting to know what the others were getting. You feel the Umji’s cunt stretch around your cock as you stuff her. Moans continued flowing from her lips as she felt you fill her. “Ah, yes!” she cries out as you bottom out and knock against her womb.

“You’re so tight, Umji,” you groan as you try to pull out of the idol. Her tightness makes you crave more, though. You grab her hips and thrust into her in one smooth motion. Umji throws her head back as she feels you tear through her; she grips the sides of the sink, her moans echoing in the small room. You pull out again and thrust into the young woman; she moves her arms to your neck, wrapping them around you. 

“More, please, more.” She whines before kissing you fiercely. You hold her in place as you begin thrusting. Umji’s small body provides you with tons of pleasure; her kisses make you desire her more. You start to move like a piston, ramming your cock into her quickly. She cries out in pleasure and clings to you. “Fuck me!” she begs you, reveling in the feeling of being fucked without a care. 

You slap her ass, making her grit her teeth, “Keep going.” You spank her again as you pound her tight body. Umji peppers you with kisses; her make-up rubs off on you the longer this goes. 

Umji’s moans eventually attract the attention of others, and they find you fucking the idol. “You’ll have to wait your turn,” Umji moans, looking at the employees with lustful eyes before focusing back on you.

Umji wraps her legs around you, using her legs to push you in deeper. You squeeze Umji’s thighs and focus on the way her walls clamp down on your cock. “Cum inside me, cum inside,” Umji says breathlessly before kissing you again.  You bury yourself inside Umji cumming inside her as she wishes. You paint her walls as you fill her womb with your cum. Umji keeps her legs locked around you, keeping you inside until she’s taken every drop of cum from you. Only then does she let you go. Umji rests against the sink mirror, your cum dripping onto the floor as it leaks out of her. You let the next man take Umji and walk out, listening to her moans. 

 SinB sat at home, wondering what to do. She had nothing planned, and while she could go out, she didn't particularly want to. As she turned over in bed, she looked at her nightstand. On the little table were her toys, various dildos and vibrators, shamelessly sitting there. SinB debated using them, but there was little desire to do so. A toy was good and all, but right now SinB felt like it wouldn't be enough; she wanted the real thing.

The young woman huffed. She reached over and grabbed her phone. She flicked through pictures and opened apps, going through everything in her boredom. Then she saw something that caught her eye. It was a cock, a long and thick one. She wasn't shocked; on the internet, people got around to posting things they definitely shouldn't have, and they'd be banned for it. Still looking at it, it piqued her interest. Then she read the caption, which was asking for someone to fuck in their area. Better yet, it was close to SinB; she recognized the address. SinB made another account; she wouldn't be caught using her own to direct message someone.  She took a deep breath and began typing out a message. She saw what she liked and wanted it. SinB might not have known what kind of girl you were into, but she figured with a cock like that, someone submissive might seem better. SinB could play any role, so it didn't matter that much. Once the message was sent, she took a deep breath. Hopefully, she would get a message back soon. In a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, she got an immediate response. She was a little shocked to hear back so quickly, but it was all for the better. She had an itch that needed scratching. 

You and SinB chatted, exchanging quick pleasantries before getting down to business. 

“So you’re looking to fuck?”

“Yeah, I really need a big fat cock right now.”

“I’m going to need to see a photo,” you text. SinB furrowed her brow; she didn’t exactly want to show her face. 

“Is a body shot okay?”

“That’ll work, but I want it nude.” 

“Fair enough,” she thought to herself. This was for the purposes of fucking, and they’d see each other later. SinB stood out of bed and walked over to the floor-length mirror. It was a good thing she was already naked—a small perk of sleeping in the nude. SinB gives a quick peace sign before snapping the picture. She looked it over quickly, making sure her face wasn’t visible and nothing of note was in the background. Once she was sure, she sent it over to you. “I’ll be wearing a mask during this. As much as I need you to fuck me up with your cock, I don’t need anyone to know what I’m doing.”

“Fine by me, but I’m going to need one more picture, from the back this time.” SinB rolled her eyes at the request. At this point, she thought she was in for a penny, in for a pound. She turned around and snapped a picture of her backside. The picture was sent, and then the two of you began discussing details. “Can I come over now?” She asked. The response was an immediate yes. Finally securing a fuckbuddy. SinB started to get dressed. The young woman didn’t bother to wear panties or a bra. They wouldn’t be of any use anyway. 

Dressed, SinB went on her way to your home. She did have to make a quick return to grab a mask. In her haste, she had nearly forgotten to put one on. She was right, the place was nearby. The moment she stepped into your home, you commanded her to strip down. Considering you were already naked, she had no problem with it. The young woman’s eyes were glued to your stiff cock. You hadn’t lied about what you were packing, and for that, she was thankful. She was also thankful you happened to pop up on her feed. You lead the young woman to your bedroom and take a seat on the bed. “Crawl for me, let me see what I bagged.”

SinB was glad that what lay before her matched the pictures she had seen. She smiled behind her mask and dropped to her knees. She crawled toward you, keeping her back arched and hips swaying. She would be happy to service you. She wrapped her hand around your length, her thumb tracing one of your veins. She moved along your shaft, watching your cock intently. She was getting wetter just looking at it. A handjob wasn’t going to be enough. “Go on and suck it. I see that look in your eyes.”

SinB smirked. She knew she had a terrible poker face when it came to sex.  SinB inched closer to you. She pulled the bottom of her mask and stuck her tongue out, the slick tip appearing to you, dripping saliva onto the tip of your cock. She moved lower, concealing your length as she wrapped her lips around it. It's like a disappearing act with the mask involved. Your cock disappearing into the young woman’s moist and warm mouth. You groan, enjoying the experienced mouth of your new fuck buddy. She moves along your shaft, reaching the base with a little effort. It turns you on the way she chokes on your cock, the small gags, and the teary eyes as she forces herself to stay near the base. 

You remember her opening messages and take advantage of this opportunity. You place your hands on the sides of SinB’s head and start thrusting your hips, fucking her face with increasing pace. SinB relaxed her jaw, letting you do as you pleased. There was something about having a cock being rammed down her throat that turned her on. Her hand went between her legs, finding her sopping cunt. She rubbed her clit, going in small circles. SinB’s moans were muffled at times, but you could tell she was trying to speak. What she said didn’t matter because you both knew she wanted this. The young woman placed her hand on your thigh, gripping it tightly as she got closer to cumming. “You love being facefucked, don’t you, you little slut.”

“I love it. I love big fucking cocks,” SinB tried to say. It was all but impossible with your cock still ramming the back of her throat. Her eyes shot open for a brief moment as you held her to your crotch. Then they slowly fell, half-lidded as your thickcum poured down her throat. You pulled out a bit, letting the young woman enjoy the taste as it filled her mouth. You might not have been able to see it, but SinB’s cheeks were hollowed out as she sucked as hard as she could, wanting every last drop. Even once your orgasm has ended, SinB keeps sucking, bobbing her head a few more times before leaving it with a pop.

The young woman makes sure to adjust her mask, keeping it over the lower half of her face. Her eyes never leave your cock, though, even after cumming, you were still hard.“Fuck, you really know how to treat a guy’s cock right. Why don’t you climb on up and ride this thing?”

SinB climbs onto you. She squats above your cock, her hand wrapping around your slick shaft as she aligns her aching cunt with you. “I’ve needed this all day.”

“Then go on, ride this fucking dick like your life depends on it.” You bring your hand to SinB’s ass, making her suppress a moan. She giggles before lowering herself. The young woman cranes her neck, eyes shutting as she relishes the sensation of your cock stretching her entrance. The head was splitting her apart, and as she took more into her warm folds, SinB’s voice trickled out. This was just what she had been craving. She took your cock deep into her needy cunt, stretching it to its limits. SinB let out a loud groan. She was absolutely stuffed. You were pressing against her womb. The young woman pushed on her knees to lift herself. It was difficult, though; her walls were clamping onto your cock, refusing to let it go easily. 

“C’mon slut, bounce on this dick,” you tell her, spanking her ass. SinB drops onto your cock one more time. The vice grip she has on you feels incredible, along with the warmth of her core. The pace she was moving at, though, left a lot to be desired. “I’ll do it myself,” you tell the young woman, grabbing onto her waist. You begin to bounce SinB on your cock, with a little force, you can easily slide her along your length, her slick walls still desperate for your cock. SinB grips your arms, moaning constantly. You watch her small tits bounce along with her, her soft flesh jiggling. 

You begin to thrust into her, adding to the pleasure she feels. “Fuck, fuck,” SinB grunts. She places her hands on your chest, supporting herself as you drive yourself into her. “I-I can’t–cumming!” SinB cries out, her walls clamping down on your shaft. As SinB cums on your cock you slip your hands under her legs and around her back. You slowly rise to your feet, keeping yourself connected to the young woman. You walk over to the windows, pressing her against it as you ram your length into her womb. SinB cries out. She presses her hands against the glass; her feet are by her head as you fold her in half. The only support she has is your hands on her ass. She feels your nails digging into her flesh, and your rough thrusts bring her to the edge of another orgasm. 

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes! Yes! It’s exactly what I wanted, what I needed.” SinB shouts, more moans spilling from her lips with every thrust, the sound filling the room along with the clapping of your bodies.

“Yeah, tell me all about it.”

“Toys can’t even compare to the real thing. A real fucking cock doesn’t stretch me out and fuck me until I can’t feel my legs.” SinB’s head rests against the glass, her core tightens as her orgasm approaches, and as much as she tries to hold it back, it becomes impossible. 

“A toy can’t cum inside you either,” you remark, burying yourself inside her fertile cunt. SinB lets out a low groan as your cum is pumped into her body. You feel her walls flexing around your cock, dragging every drop of cum out of you. “Such a tight cunt, I bet you want more, don’t you?”

“Please, please, fill my slutty pussy with more cum,” She mumbles. You bring SinB over to the bed, turning her onto her stomach and raising her ass into the air. You bring your hand down on her ass once more; the few strikes you’ve given her already have her skin turning a bright red. “More,” SinB groans, shaking her ass for you. You smirk as the young woman asks for more punishment. You bring your hands down on her cheeks, watching her ass recoil. You deliver more strikes, alternating which cheek gets hit. SinB keeps her face to the mattress and ass raised high, each hit had her biting her bottom lip, pleasure building from each stinging hit. 

She took a deep breath when the spanking finally ended. Then she cried out as you pierce her with your length. You hold onto her waist with one hand as the other grabs her hair. You pull her head back as you drive your cock back into her. SinB has drool dripping from the corners of her mouth, soaking her mask as you drive her crazy. Each thrust makes her lurch forward. When you pull her back, you match it with a thrust, making sure each time you ram into her womb. 

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” SinB mumbles, her body tingling all over. She could only focus on the sensation of your slick cock sliding in and out of her, pushing your cum out of her cunt to make room for more. As your cock began to throb, SinB tried pushing her ass back against you. She had little strength, though at the moment, she was nothing more than a toy for you to use, and she had no problem with that. The itch that had been bothering her was finally gone, and on top of that, she found someone who could be a great fuck buddy. The moment you buried yourself inside her, SinB reached another peak, her vision blurring as you came inside her again. Your searing cum poured into her womb again. If she wasn’t on the pill, she was certain you would get her pregnant with the amount you were pumping into her. Even with your cock inside her, it began to flow out of her abused cunt. Her pussy is left gaping as you pull out and spurt the last of your cum onto her back. SinB lets out a shuddered sigh. She felt content. You take a seat beside SinB, looking at your work. 

After some time, SinB regains enough energy. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah, now why don’t you take a little walk of shame, go back home with my cum on your back?”

“Okay,” SinB said with a giggle. SinB slowly got up, her legs wobbly as she dressed herself. The amount of cum you poured into her left the crotch of her pants wet, and her backless shirt made it quite obvious what she had done. “How about I come back in a couple of days?”

That sweet angelic voice of hers just pulls you in as you sit closer to the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the sinful performance. The slow pull of the zipper behind her, then the dress off her shoulders. When it finally falls into a crumpled mess by her feet, you’re salivating. Her figure looks great, and she looks a thousand times better when just in her bra and panties. It’s a sight to remember, you’re sure it’s going to be carved into your mind, but you want to keep a souvenir for the night. 

When you pick up your phone, Sana seems to get your idea and starts posing for you. First, she leans a little closer to you and brings her arms together to accentuate her cleavage. Then more pictures where a strap of her bra is off her shoulders, then both straps. Just as you’re waiting for the inevitable complete removal of her bra, she turns away from you and flaunts her ass. She’s bending over, looking back at the camera with a seductive smile. By this point, you’re in a trance and mindlessly clicking away to gather as many photos as you can. 

She sits on the bed next to you and leans in close. When you turn to face her, you find yourself face to face with her, nose almost touching hers, and the first thing you notice is how attractive her eyes truly are, followed by how good she smells. You barely realise when her hand is on your thigh and dangerously close to your bulge. 

“Do you want to spend all the time taking pictures? Your friend only paid for an hour.” She then whispers directly into your ear, “I can take good care of you if you want.”

You’re nodding like an idiot, confused and overwhelmed by the circumstances you’re in, and you find your pants being unbuttoned. Autopilot has taken over your system, you’re letting Sana have her way with you. It does seem that she knows what she’s doing given that she’s smiling while kneeling between your spread legs and your erect cock in front of her. Her lips press against your cock, her tongue teases your tip. You’re tense on the bed, nervous yet excited for the moment when she opens her mouth to take you in. 

The sheer hotness of her mouth all over you, the pure filth of her lips at the base of your cock in contrast with that happy glimmer in her eyes are all too much to take in. As much as you’d like to keep your eyes on Sana, you just can’t. You’re left gripping the bed sheets and tossing your head back to gather your composure. 

It’s almost a new experience for you. The expert mouth bobbing up and down your cock works in perfect tandem with her hands twisting the base of your length. Time feels foreign to you. You don’t know how much time has truly passed. All you know is that you’re about to cum and trying to hold it back is just going to end up with torn bed sheets. 

A quick peek down at Sana makes it tenfold worse. She’s so damn hot, especially when she’s making eye contact with you with those seductive eyes of hers. It’s like she knows how close you are. How could she not? You’re moaning without restraint. You can’t help it of course, but it seems like the louder you are, the more intense Sana gets with the blowjob.

The pleasure suddenly diminishes. “Where do you want to cum, dear?”

You struggle to choose, especially when she’s still jerking you off rapidly. “Your face. Please!”

“You might want to record this.” She winks before going back down on you.

Your hand is shaky, you can barely hold your phone up in place. You aren’t completely sure if it’s even capturing all the action. What you’re sure of is that Sana is blowing you faster than earlier and that you’re about to cum and that your other hand is guiding her head, almost pushing her deeper onto yourself as if that’s possible. Then your grip loosens, your self control vanishes. 

Without warning, you cum inside her mouth. She reacts quickly to the first shot, pulling your cock out and aiming the rest of your shots on her face. The pleasure is immeasurable. It’s been too long since you’ve relieved yourself and the volume of your load surprises her as her face is painted white.

“Fuck Sana!” 

You remain seated, exhausted, and appreciate the sight of Sana painted with your cum. She cleans herself up with her fingers and licks them clean while you catch your breath before she dresses back up. God how can a woman look so sexy putting clothes back on. 

“It’s a pity we don’t have more time together. It seems like you need it dear.” Right before she exits the room, you hear a faint “Call me again.”