A little bit

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.

“Minju, are you sure you want to post that?”

The makeup artist, Yuna, eyed the phone screen skeptically as Minju adjusted the angle of her latest selfie. The changing room’s harsh fluorescent lights bounced off the mirror, casting sharp shadows across the former idol’s bare shoulders. The thin white shirt clung to her skin, sheer enough to leave little to the imagination—especially with the black lace bra underneath.

Minju grinned, tapping the screen with a manicured nail. “Why not? It’s just a little tease.”

Yuna sighed but didn’t press further. She’d worked with enough celebrities to know when to drop it. Still, as she packed up her kit, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Minju was toeing a line—one that wasn’t just about fashion.

Yuna left with a last, hesitant glance, the dressing room door clicking shut behind her—though not quite all the way. Minju didn’t notice. The quiet hum of the building’s air conditioning filled the space, but her pulse was louder, thrumming in her ears as she scrolled through the flood of likes and comments already pouring in. Her lips curled at the more suggestive ones, fingertips tingling with something hotter than excitement.

She bit her lower lip, thumb hovering over the DM icon. A few select fans—the ones who’d stuck with her through scandals, hiatuses, the dreariest years of her career—deserved a proper thank you, didn’t they? The thought alone sent a shiver down her spine. With a quick glance at the door (still slightly ajar, the gap just wide enough for a sliver of hallway light), she turned back to the mirror, hiking up her skirt just enough to expose the curve of her ass. The click of the phone camera was muffled by her own shaky exhale.

The porn video loaded faster than she expected. Some European thing, all tangled limbs and breathless moans, the kind of entertainment she’d denied herself for years under the agency’s strict rules. Now? Rules were for rookies. Her free hand slipped under the waistband of her panties, fingers already slick. The first touch drew a gasp—quiet, but sharp enough to make her freeze. Had the door moved? No, just her imagination. Probably.

She lost herself in the rhythm, hips rocking against her own fingers, the mirror fogging with every panting breath. The video played on, tinny moans syncing with her own until she couldn’t tell which was which. When the climax hit, it tore through her like a live wire, back arching as she squirted—a wet, messy streak across the mirror.

Her chest heaved as she slumped against the dressing table, fingertips still trembling against the damp wood. The mirror in front of her was a blur—streaked with more than just condensation—and it took her a second too long to register the faint click of a phone camera shutter.

Minju’s head snapped up. The door, which she’d sworn was closed, stood slightly ajar. And there, half-shrouded in the hallway shadows, was the unmistakable silhouette of her manager, phone raised. Her stomach dropped.

“You—” Her voice cracked. The air conditioning hummed louder, suddenly oppressive.

You stepped forward, letting the door swing fully open. The phone screen dimmed, but not before she caught the glint of the paused video—her video—reflected in his glasses.

Minju’s fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palms. The adrenaline hadn’t faded—her body still thrummed with it—but now it was laced with something sharper, hotter. “How long,” she breathed, voice uneven, “have you been standing there?” The words came out less accusatory than she intended, almost… curious.

Minju’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. Finally, she swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please… delete that.” Her fingers twitched toward the phone in your hand, but she didn’t move closer. “I’ll—I’ll do anything. Just… don’t let that get out.”

You tilted your head, letting the silence stretch just long enough to see her squirm. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you tucked the phone into your pocket. “Delete it?” You chuckled, low and quiet. “Minju-ssi, do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

Her brow furrowed, confusion flickering across her flushed face. “What… what are you talking about?”

“I was there,” you said, stepping closer, the dressing room’s cramped space suddenly electric. “Front row at your first IZ*ONE concert. You wore that pink dress—the one with the ribbons. Remember?” Your voice dropped, almost reverent. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Not then, not ever.”

Minju’s breath hitched when you took another step forward, your shadow swallowing hers against the mirror. The scent of her—vanilla body lotion and something saltier, muskier—hung thick in the air. “You… stalked me?” The words wobbled, but her thighs pressed together under the skirt, betraying something darker than fear.

Your laugh was velvet-wrapped steel. “Not stalked. Admired.” You pulled the phone back out, swiping to an album buried behind three password prompts. Photos of her—backstage at music shows, candid airport shots, the hem of her skirt fluttering just a little too high on a windy fan meet day. “Every idol has fans like me. I just… acted on it.” Your thumb brushed the screen, zooming in on a photo from 2019: Minju mid-bow, cleavage barely contained by that infamous pink dress. “Found the agency hiring notice the day after your disbandment. Coincidence?”

She made a sound—half whimper, half laugh—as her fingers crept up to cover her mouth. “God. All this time, you were—”

“Watching?” You closed the gap between you, the heat of her radiating through your slacks. “Oh, Minju-ssi. I wasn’t just watching.” The phone screen lit up again, this time with a video: her own fingers plunging into her soaked cunt minutes ago, the audio crisp enough to hear every wet slap. “I was studying.”

Her knees buckled slightly as she leaned back against the dressing table, fingers clutching the edge for support. The mirror behind her reflected the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the flush spreading down her throat to where her sheer shirt clung to sweat-slicked skin. “Delete it,” she whispered again, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. It wasn’t anger—it was something far more dangerous. Recognition.

“I can’t do that,” you murmured, tapping the screen to replay the moment her back arched, the way her mouth fell open in silent ecstasy before the moan tore loose. “Not when I’ve waited years for this.” The admission hung between you, thick as the scent of her arousal still lingering in the air.

Minju’s eyes widened. “Years?”

You stepped closer, close enough to see the pulse jumping in her throat. “Front row at your first IZ*ONE concert. You waved at me—just a flick of your fingers, but I memorized it.” Your thumb brushed the curve of her jaw, tracing the path of a stray droplet of sweat. “I googled how to get close to Kim Minju the next day. Found forums, stalked your schedules, learned which cafes you liked.” A laugh, dark with irony. “Then I saw the job posting. Your manager.”

Minju’s fingers tightened around the edge of the dressing table, knuckles whitening as she absorbed your words. The video of her still played silently on your phone screen, her own flushed face staring back at her in mute humiliation—or was it fascination? Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, throat working as she swallowed hard. “You—you planned this?” The question came out breathless, almost awed.

“Not this,” you admitted, tapping the screen to pause the video. Her frozen image lingered, mouth slack with pleasure. “But close enough. Ever since that first concert, I knew.” You leaned in, close enough that your breath stirred the loose strands of hair clinging to her damp neck. “Google search history doesn’t lie, Minju-ssi. How to become a celebrity manager. How to get hired by Kim Minju’s agency. Do idols ever sleep with their staff?” You chuckled, watching the shiver race down her spine. “Pathetic, right? Until it worked.”

Her laugh was shaky, half-hysterical. “You’re insane.” But her thighs shifted subtly, the damp fabric of her skirt sticking to her skin. The mirror behind her reflected the way her nipples peaked under the sheer shirt—betrayed her.

“Insane?” You slid the phone into your pocket, freeing your hands to bracket her hips against the dressing table. “Or dedicated?” The heat of her burned through your clothes, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. “Tell me you’ve never wondered. Never fantasized about someone watching you like this.” Your thumb brushed the inside of her thigh, skimming higher until she gasped. “About someone knowing you this well.”

Minju’s breath hitched when your thumb traced the hem of her skirt, your other hand still gripping the phone like a trophy. “Please,” she whispered again, but her hips tilted forward almost imperceptibly—an instinctive movement she couldn’t suppress. “You can’t—this is—” The protest died in her throat as you swiped open a browser tab on your phone, the search history glaring up at her: Kim Minju ideal body measurements. How to touch an idol without getting caught. Best angles to photograph Minju’s ass at fan signs.

Her stomach lurched. “Jesus Christ,” she breathed, fingers digging into your forearm. Not to push you away—just to steady herself.

You smirked, scrolling further down to a forum post dated three years ago—your username bolded above a pixelated gif of Minju in that sheer blouse from IZ*ONE’s Violeta era. The caption read: Need to taste her. Will pay $$$ for backstage access. “I didn’t have money,” you murmured, tilting the screen so she could see your reply underneath: Working on it. “So I got creative.”

The phone screen flickered as you scrolled to the video again, pausing just as Minju’s head tipped back in ecstasy, her lips parted around a silent cry. “How do you think Dispatch would caption this?” you mused, tilting the screen toward her. “Former IZONE Member’s Secret Changing Room Habits*? Or maybe something juicier—Kim Minju’s Solo Performance Goes Viral?”

Minju’s breath hitched, her fingers twitching like she wanted to snatch the phone but couldn’t bring herself to move. “D-Don’t,” she whispered, but her thighs pressed together under the rumpled skirt, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. “You can’t—my career—”

“Would be over,” you finished, nodding solemnly before tapping the screen to bring up the upload menu. “One click, and every fan who ever dreamed of seeing you like this gets their wish.” Your thumb hovered over the button, watching her pupils dilate with panic—and something darker. “Unless.”

Her voice cracked. “Unless what?”

You tilted the phone screen toward her, the upload button glowing ominously. “Unless,” you murmured, dragging your thumb along the curve of her jaw, “you want to negotiate.” Minju’s breath hitched when your fingers trailed down to the damp collar of her shirt, tugging it aside to expose the frantic pulse in her throat. “How do you think your fans would react if they saw this? The sweet, innocent Kim Minju, fingers deep in her cunt, squirting for the camera like some cheap pornstar?”

Her whimper was almost lost in the hum of the air conditioning, but her knees trembled visibly. “P-Please,” she managed, hands clutching at your wrist—not to push you away, but to steady herself. “They’ll—they’ll cancel me—”

“Worse,” you agreed, tapping the screen to zoom in on the moment her thighs shook with release. “They’ll love it. Your DMs will explode with marriage proposals—or dick pics. Probably both.” You chuckled darkly as her flush deepened, spreading down her chest like spilled ink. “But here’s the deal: I don’t post it. If”—you paused, letting the word hang between you—“you agree to be my little slut whenever I want. No complaints, no excuses. I text, you come. Literally.”

Minju’s lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them nervously. The dressing room mirror reflected the way her nipples hardened under the sheer fabric, betraying her despite the panic in her eyes. “You’re blackmailing me,” she whispered, but the accusation lacked heat. If anything, her voice wavered with something closer to awe.

The phone screen glowed between you, frozen on the exact moment Minju’s back arched off the dressing table, her mouth a perfect O of ecstasy. You tilted it toward her, watching her pupils dilate as she absorbed the damning evidence. “Imagine,” you murmured, thumb brushing the playback button teasingly, “Kim Minju’s Private Moment Leaks trending worldwide. Your old CEO’s face when the news hits. Your mother’s disappointment.”

Minju made a sound—half whimper, half gasp—as her fingers clutched at your wrist. “Please,” she breathed, the word ragged at the edges. “You can’t—I’ll—” Her throat worked, the flush spreading down her chest like wildfire.

“You’ll what?” You leaned in, close enough to count the flecks of gold in her blown-out pupils. “Beg prettier? Cry?” Your free hand traced the damp curve of her inner thigh, fingers skating higher until she shuddered. “Or maybe you’ll finally admit what you really want.”

Her hips jerked involuntarily, her skirt riding up another inch. The mirror behind her reflected the desperate clench of her thighs, the way her body betrayed her despite the panic in her voice. “I’ll do anything,” she whispered, so quiet you almost missed it.

Your thumb flicked the camera app open again, the lens focusing sharply on Minju’s flushed face—her lips slightly parted, her pupils blown wide with panic and something darker. The red recording dot blinked mockingly between you. “Say it again,” you murmured, tilting the screen to capture her trembling hands clutching at your wrist. “Tell me you’ll be my slut. Properly this time.”

Minju’s fingers tightened around your wrist, her nails biting into your skin just enough to sting. She exhaled sharply—half laugh, half sob—before her shoulders slumped in surrender. “Fine,” she whispered, voice raw. “I’ll be your slut.” The words hung in the air, thick with implication. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, her gaze flickering down to where your thumb hovered over the recording button. “Whenever you want. Wherever you want.” A shudder ran through her as she forced the next words out: “No safewords.”

The phone clicked shut in your pocket, sealing the contract without a word. Minju’s lips parted—whether to protest or plead, you’d never know—because your fingers were already at your belt, the leather sliding free with a whisper. “On your knees,” you said, voice low enough to make the words a command, not a request.

Minju’s breath hitched, her fingers twitching at her sides. For a heartbeat, she hesitated, her eyes flicking to the door—still slightly ajar—before dropping to the floor in a slow, deliberate motion. The skirt of her dress pooled around her thighs as she knelt, the mirror behind her reflecting the way her shoulders trembled. Then she looked up, and her eyes widened. “You’re—huge,” she breathed, the words escaping in a rush of disbelief.

You didn’t bother to smirk. There was no pride in it, only the simple truth: you’d waited too long for this to waste time on ego. “Suck it,” you said, thumb brushing the underside of your cock, already glistening at the tip. “And don’t stop until I tell you.”

Her throat worked visibly, but she leaned forward, her lips parting tentatively around the head. The first touch was hesitant, almost reverent, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt-slick precome beading there. Then, with a shuddering exhale, she took you deeper, her mouth warm and wet as she sank down inch by inch. The mirror caught every second—the way her lashes fluttered shut, the way her fingers clutched at her own thighs when she realized she couldn’t take you all at once.

You let her set the pace at first, watching the bob of her head grow steadier, her lips stretching pink around your girth. But patience had never been your virtue. Your fingers tangled in her hair without warning, yanking her forward until her nose brushed your pelvis. She gagged, her hands flying up to claw at your thighs, but you held her there, savoring the convulsive flutter of her throat around you. “Breathe through your nose,” you murmured, easing back just enough to let her gasp before plunging her down again.

Minju’s choked gasp vibrated around your cock as you forced her head down, her throat clenching in reflexive panic. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, streaking her flushed cheeks as she clawed at your thighs, her nails biting through the fabric of your slacks. You didn’t relent. The mirror reflected the obscene stretch of her lips around you, the way her mascara smudged with every brutal thrust. Her nose crinkled as she fought for air, her chest heaving in silent, desperate pleas.

Then, just as her eyelids fluttered—her body going dangerously slack—you felt the telltale coil in your gut snap. A groan ripped from your throat as you came, spurting hot and thick down her throat. Minju’s eyes flew open, her throat working frantically to swallow as you pulled out with a wet pop, streaks of cum painting her swollen lips and chin.

She collapsed forward, boneless, her forehead thudding against your thigh as she coughed, sputtering for air. Strings of saliva and semen dripped onto the dressing room floor, her chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven bursts. For a long moment, the only sound was her wheezing breaths and the muffled hum of the building’s air conditioning.

Then, slowly, Minju lifted her head. Her smudged eyeliner and tear-streaked face should’ve looked pathetic, but the way her tongue darted out to catch a stray drop of cum from her bottom lip was anything but. Her voice, when it came, was hoarse but steady. “Happy now?” she rasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Ohh it’s not over, Minju,” you murmured, watching her shudder at the low rasp of your voice. Your fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her head up to face the mirror—her own reflection, smeared with ruined makeup and spit-slick lips, staring back at her. Your cock twitched against her thigh, already hard again despite the wet heat of her throat still clinging to you. “Turn around,” you ordered, guiding her with a grip on her hips until her back pressed against your chest. The mirror showed every detail: her blown-out pupils, the tremble in her lower lip, the way her nipples peaked under the sheer fabric of her shirt.

Your fingers skimmed up her inner thighs, pushing her skirt up around her waist. “Don’t you dare close your eyes,” you warned, your other hand gripping her chin to keep her gaze locked on the mirror. Her pussy glistened under the fluorescent lights, swollen and slick—still throbbing from her earlier orgasm. You dragged the head of your cock through her folds, gathering her wetness with a slow, deliberate stroke. “Count,” you breathed against her ear, “every time you squirt.”

Minju’s breath hitched as you pressed forward, the thick head of your cock stretching her impossibly tight. A choked whimper escaped her lips—half protest, half plea—as her fingers scrabbled against the dressing table for purchase. “N-Not all at—ah!” Her protest dissolved into a broken moan as you shoved deeper, her slick walls fluttering wildly around the intrusion. The mirror reflected every twitch of her expression: eyebrows knitting together, lips parting around silent gasps, the way her pupils dilated until her irises were swallowed by black.

“It’s too—God, it’s too big,” she sobbed, her thighs trembling violently as you bottomed out. Her head lolled back against your shoulder, exposing the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath sweat-damp skin. You watched her stomach twitch in the mirror, the subtle bulge just above her pubic bone where your cock stretched her to the limit.

When you pulled out halfway, Minju gasped like she’d been drowning. Then you slammed back in—harder this time—and her entire body jerked, her spine arching off the dressing table. “F-Fuck! Fuck!” Her nails dug into your forearm, drawing thin red lines as you set a brutal pace, each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin on skin.

Her legs shook like a newborn fawn’s, knees threatening to buckle as you angled deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made her vision whiten. One particularly vicious thrust had her shrieking—a sound muffled by your palm clapping over her mouth—as her pussy clenched in a sudden, violent orgasm. Her juices dripped down your thighs, painting the dressing room floor in glistening streaks.

Minju’s eyes rolled back, her mouth falling slack around a silent scream as you fucked her through it, refusing to let up even as her body convulsed in oversensitivity. “C-Cant—please—” she slurred, her words slurring into nonsense when you pinned her hips down and ground deeper, the tip of your cock nudging her cervix with every snap of your pelvis.

The mirror fogged with every ragged exhale, but not enough to obscure the way her tits bounced with each punishing thrust, the sheer fabric of her shirt clinging to her sweat-slicked skin. You reached around to pinch a nipple through the damp material, twisting just enough to make her sob. “Look at yourself,” you growled, forcing her chin up so she couldn’t escape the sight of her own wrecked expression. “This is what you are now. Mine.”

Her thighs trembled when you pulled out abruptly, leaving her gaping and empty. A broken whine escaped her throat—half protest, half plea—as you turned her around, shoving her face-first against the mirror. The cold glass against her flushed cheeks made her gasp, her breath fogging the surface as you lined up again.

No warning this time. You sheathed yourself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, the force of it knocking her forehead against the mirror with a dull thunk. Minju’s scream shattered the air, her fingers scrambling for purchase against the slippery surface.

The slap cracked across Minju’s ass like a whip, the sharp sound bouncing off the dressing room walls. Her breath hitched—half gasp, half moan—as her hips jerked forward, her slick folds clenching around your cock in a sudden, involuntary spasm. A fresh wave of her arousal gushed down your thighs, splattering against the floor in a hot, messy streak. The mirror fogged with her panting breaths, her reflection blurred at the edges except for the vivid red handprint blooming across her left cheek.

“You forgot to count,” you murmured, your voice low and rough against the shell of her ear. Your fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, holding her still as you pulled out almost entirely—just the tip of your cock teasing her swollen entrance. Her whimper was muffled against the glass, her breath fogging the mirror in erratic bursts. “Three squirts so far,” you continued, dragging the head of your cock through her soaked folds, gathering her wetness with a slow, deliberate stroke. “And you just wasted the fourth.”

Minju’s thighs trembled violently, her nails scratching uselessly at the mirror as you thrust back in without warning, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal motion. Her scream shattered into a broken sob, her back arching as another gush of fluid spilled between her legs—this one hotter, thicker, the scent of her overwhelming in the cramped space.

“F-Four,” she gasped, her voice raw. Her forehead pressed against the mirror, her sweat-slicked skin leaving smudges on the glass. “I—I lost track, I’m sorry, I—ah!” Her apology dissolved into a strangled moan as you spanked her again, harder this time, the impact jolting through her body and straight into your cock. Her pussy fluttered around you, a fresh wave of her arousal dripping down your balls.

“You’ll do better,” you growled, angling your hips to grind deeper, the tip of your cock nudging that sweet spot inside her that made her legs shake. The mirror reflected her ruined face—mascara streaked, lips swollen, eyes glazed with pleasure and something dangerously close to surrender. “Or do I need to punish you harder?”

Minju’s breath hitched, her hips jerking forward instinctively as if trying to escape the overwhelming sensation—or chase it. Her fingers curled against the mirror, her knuckles whitening as she fought to keep her eyes open, to keep watching her own reflection as you fucked her senseless. “N-No,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll—I’ll count, I promise.”

You slowed your thrusts, savoring the way her body clung to you, desperate and pliant. “Good girl,” you murmured, your thumb brushing the reddening mark on her ass before delivering another sharp smack—this one lighter, almost teasing. She gasped, her walls fluttering around you in response. “Now, where were we?”

Your next thrust was slower, deeper, the drag of your cock against her sensitive walls deliberate. Minju’s breath stuttered, her eyelids fluttering as another orgasm built—too soon, too much, her body still thrumming from the last one. “F-Five,” she choked out, her voice breaking as you bottomed out, grinding against her clit with every shallow rock of your hips.

“Six,” Minju gasped, her voice cracking as another orgasm ripped through her, her thighs trembling violently. Her fingers scrabbled against the fogged mirror, leaving smeared streaks in the condensation. “S-Seven—ah!” The number dissolved into a choked sob as you slammed into her harder, your cock hitting that spot deep inside her that made her vision whiten. Her knees buckled, but you held her up by the hips, your fingers digging into the bruised flesh of her ass as another hot gush of fluid spilled between her thighs.

“Eight,” you corrected, your voice rough against the shell of her ear. Your thrusts grew erratic, the tight coil in your gut winding tighter with every spasm of her cunt around you. “You missed one.” Her pussy clenched around you in response, as if her body was apologizing, and you groaned, your hips stuttering. “Fuck, Minju—nine—”

She didn’t even try to speak this time. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her back arching as another orgasm tore through her, her juices dripping down your thighs in a hot, messy rush. The mirror reflected her wrecked expression—eyelids fluttering, lips swollen and parted, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her body was moving on its own now, hips twitching forward to meet your thrusts even as she whimpered from oversensitivity.

“Ten,” you growled, your fingers tightening around her hips as you felt the pressure build, your balls drawing up tight. Minju’s cunt fluttered around you, milking your cock as if her body knew what was coming—needed it. You fucked her through it, your pace brutal and unrelenting, until her legs gave out entirely and she collapsed against the mirror, her forehead pressed to the glass.

“E-Eleven,” she slurred, her voice barely audible over the wet slap of skin on skin. Her thighs trembled violently, her pussy clenching around you in another involuntary spasm as another squirt gushed out, splattering against your thighs and the floor beneath you.

You didn’t let up. Not even when her whimpers turned into broken sobs, not even when her nails scratched uselessly at the mirror, leaving faint streaks in the condensation. Your rhythm faltered only when the pressure in your gut snapped, your cock twitching deep inside her as the first hot pulse of cum flooded her.

Minju’s entire body jerked, her back arching off the mirror as she came again—twelve—her cunt squeezing you so tight it bordered on painful. You groaned, your hips stuttering as you emptied yourself into her, filling her until she whimpered from the stretch, until your cum dripped down her thighs in thick, glistening strands.

For a moment, the only sound in the dressing room was the ragged panting of your breaths and the steady drip-drip of your combined fluids onto the floor. Then Minju’s legs gave out entirely, her body sliding down the mirror bonelessly, her knees hitting the floor with a dull thud.

She didn’t even try to get up. Her forehead pressed against the cool glass, her breath fogging the surface in uneven bursts. Her lips moved soundlessly, her tongue darting out to lick at the sweat beading on her upper lip.

You knelt behind her, your fingers tracing the red marks your grip had left on her hips. “Still counting?” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the damp skin between her shoulder blades.

Minju’s breath hitched, her fingers curling against the mirror weakly. “T-Thirteen,” she slurred, her voice hoarse. Her thighs trembled visibly, her pussy still fluttering around nothing, as if her body hadn’t quite accepted that you weren’t inside her anymore.

You chuckled, your thumb brushing over the swollen, sensitive skin of her clit, and she jerked, a weak whine escaping her throat. “F-Fourteen,” she gasped, her hips twitching forward instinctively, chasing the sensation even as her body protested.

Your fingers dipped lower, gathering the mess of cum and slick dripping down her thighs, and pushed back inside her without warning. Minju’s back arched violently, her breath catching in her throat as your fingers curled inside her, spreading your seed deeper. “F-Fifteen,” she sobbed, her legs shaking violently as another weak squirt gushed out, splattering against your fingers.

The door clicked shut behind you—soft, final—leaving Minju slumped against the mirror, her reflection smeared by sweat and fingerprints. The dressing room smelled like sex and spilled perfume, the air thick enough to choke on. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Her thighs stuck to the floor with drying fluids, every muscle trembling with the aftershocks of fifteen—no, sixteen—orgasms. The last one had been silent, her voice long since shredded raw.

Her phone buzzed on the countertop. Once. Twice. A third time, the screen lighting up with a preview of your text: You have a fan sign tomorrow. See u. The letters blurred as her vision doubled, exhaustion pressing down like a weight.

Next Day :

The message buzzed against Minju’s thigh thirty seconds after her stylist zipped up the last sequin-trimmed sleeve of her outfit. The chime was innocuous—just another notification—but her stomach dropped anyway. Her fingers trembled as she swiped open the text, the words glaring up at her in stark black and white: Come to the car. Need something from you.

No question mark. No room for refusal.

The car door clicked shut behind Minju with a soft, final sound—like the safety catching on a gun. She exhaled sharply through her nose, fingers tightening around the strap of her designer bag as the scent of leather seats and your cologne clogged her throat. “What do you want from me?” she whispered, eyes flicking to the tinted windows. Beyond them, the parking lot buzzed with staff and fans, oblivious.

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you reached over and tapped the central locking system, the thunk of all four doors sealing them in. Then, slowly, your fingers trailed down to your belt buckle. The metallic click was obscenely loud in the silence. “Need you to suck my dick,” you murmured, thumb hooking under the waistband of your jeans, “and swallow every drop before your fan sign.”

Minju’s breath hitched. Her reflection in the rearview mirror showed the exact moment her pupils dilated—panic and something darker, something that made her thighs press together under the sequined hem of her skirt. “You’re insane,” she breathed, but her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “They’ll—they’ll notice. My makeup, my—”

“You’ll fix it.” You leaned back, spreading your legs just enough to give her a view of the thick outline of your cock straining against your zipper. “Or should I send that video to Dispatch now?”.

Minju’s fingers trembled as she reached for your zipper, the sequins on her sleeves catching the overhead light with every shaky movement. The metallic shink of the pull was louder than it should’ve been—or maybe that was just the blood pounding in her ears. She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her manicured nails brushing the damp spot already forming on your boxers, before swallowing hard and peeling the fabric down. Your cock sprang free, slapping against your stomach with a wet thwap that made her flinch.

“G-Glukk—” The first choked syllable escaped her as she took you halfway, her lips stretching obscenely around your girth. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth when she pulled back, her tongue swiping nervously at the bead of precome on your tip before diving back in. Glukk. The sound was wet, ragged—the kind of noise that would’ve sent her fans into hysterics if they’d heard it echoing through her latest vlive.

You smirked, palming the back of her head as she bobbed forward again. “Imagine,” you murmured, thrusting shallowly into her throat, “your precious Mingdellion seeing this.” Her eyelashes fluttered at the mention of her fandom name, a whimper vibrating around your cock. “Their innocent angel, gagging on her manager’s dick in some shitty parking lot.”

Minju’s nose wrinkled as you pushed deeper, the tip of your cock nudging the back of her throat. Reflexively, her hands flew up to clutch at your thighs—not to push away, but to steady herself as she fought the urge to gag. A thin string of spit dripped from her chin onto her designer blouse, the dark fabric swallowing the moisture without a trace.

“Glukk—hgnn—” Her throat convulsed around you, the muscles fluttering wildly as you held her there, her lips pressed flush to your pelvis. The car’s AC hummed faintly, but it was no match for the heat radiating off her flushed skin. You could see the exact moment her lungs started burning—the way her fingers dug into your slacks, her manicure leaving half-moon indents in the fabric.

The dashboard clock blinked 2:50 PM in garish green—ten minutes until the fan sign doors opened. Minju’s pulse stuttered against your thigh where her cheek pressed, her breaths coming in shallow, rapid bursts through her nose. You tightened your grip on her ponytail, wrenching her head back just far enough to watch her lips glisten around your cock, swollen and slick with spit. “Times up, princess,” you murmured, tapping the face of your watch against her temple. “Better swallow fast.”

Her eyes widened—panic flaring bright beneath the smudged remnants of her eyeliner—but you didn’t give her time to protest. With a sharp tug, you dragged her forward, fucking her throat in brutal, shallow thrusts. Glukk. Glukk. Glukk. The sound was obscenely loud in the closed space, each wet gag punctuated by the creak of leather seats as Minju scrambled for balance, her sequined sleeves slipping against the center console.

“Five minutes,” you ground out, hips snapping faster, the head of your cock punching past her uvula with every thrust. Tears spilled freely down her flushed cheeks now, streaking her foundation in jagged lines. A thin string of drool dripped onto the Gucci clutch wedged between her knees, the designer leather soaking up the mess silently.

Her phone buzzed against the dashboard—2:53 PM—the screen lighting up with a flood of missed notifications. Group chat updates. Stylist confirmations. A reminder about smiling for Mingdellion!! in cheerful pink bubbles. You smirked, angling your hips to drive deeper, watching her throat bulge obscenely with each movement. “Think they’d still call you pure if they saw this?” you rasped, thumb brushing the frantic pulse in her neck. “If they knew how good you choke on cock?”

Minju’s whimper vibrated around you, her fingers clawing at your thighs as her body jerked in reflexive protest. But her tongue pressed flat against your underside—subconsciously greedy—and that was all the encouragement you needed. The coil in your gut tightened, your balls drawing up as heat pooled at the base of your spine. “Gonna cum,” you warned, not that she could pull away now. “Swallow it all.”

Minju’s throat convulsed violently as the first hot pulse hit the back of her tongue—bitter, thick, unmistakable. Her eyelashes fluttered shut instinctively, tears squeezing past the smudged remnants of her false lashes as she fought the reflex to gag. Swallow it all, you’d ordered. So she did. Every last drop. The muscles in her neck worked frantically, her Adam’s apple bobbing with each forced gulp until her lips peeled back with a wet pop, your cock sliding free with a strand of spit still connecting her swollen lower lip to the glistening tip.

“Good girl,” you murmured, thumb swiping at the tear tracks on her cheeks. Her breath came in ragged bursts, chest heaving against the sequined bodice of her outfit. You reached into the console beside you, producing a small black remote and a sleek pink vibrator—the kind with dual motors, designed to press firm against both the g-spot and clit simultaneously.

Minju’s eyes widened when you pressed it into her palm, her fingers closing around it instinctively. “Wear this,” you said, tapping the remote against her wrist. “Don’t panic—I’ll turn it off right now.” Her throat worked visibly, but she nodded, her free hand already hiking up the hem of her skirt to slide the vibrator into place. The snick of the elastic band securing it between her thighs was barely audible over the car’s idling engine.

2:54 PM. The dashboard clock blinked mockingly.

Minju scrambled for the door handle, her sequined sleeves catching on the leather seats as she practically tumbled out of the car. “F-Five minutes,” she gasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before sprinting toward the building, her heels clacking against the asphalt.

The Fan Sign Situation :

The stage lights hit like a physical force, bleaching Minju’s vision white as she spun on cue, the sequins of her skirt scattering reflections across the screaming crowd. Her lips stretched into the practiced, flawless smile her fans adored—the one that didn’t reach her eyes—as she hit the last pose of her choreography, chest heaving under the rhinestone-trimmed bodice. The vibrator nestled inside her was a silent, throbbing threat, its presence almost bearable when she focused on the choreography’s sharp angles. Almost.

“Minju-ssi!” A staff member waved her toward the signing table, where rows of eager fans clutched albums and lightsticks. She forced her legs not to tremble as she walked, every step making the toy shift fractionally against her swollen clit. The first fan—a high school girl in a pastel sweater—bounced in her seat as Minju scribbled a signature with her trademark heart dotting the ‘i’. “You’re even prettier in person!” the girl gushed.

Minju’s laugh came out breathier than intended. “Thank y—ah!” Her pen skidded across the page as the vibrator roared to life without warning, the sudden buzz so intense her thighs clamped together instinctively. The fan blinked, confused, but Minju recovered with a cough, hastily adding a second heart to cover the ink smear.

“Are you okay?” The fan leaned in, concerned, but Minju was already nodding, her fingernails digging into the album’s glossy surface.

“Just—nngh—a tickle in my throat,” she lied, her voice strangled as the vibrations shifted deeper, teasing the spot that made her toes curl inside her heels. The remote had to be nearby—you had to be nearby—watching her squirm from some shadowed corner of the venue.

The vibrator pulsed at unpredictable intervals—sometimes a low, teasing hum that made Minju’s fingers tighten around her pen, sometimes a sudden, violent buzz that had her biting her lower lip hard enough to leave marks. She could feel the sweat gathering at the small of her back, trickling down her spine beneath the heavy sequined fabric of her outfit. Every signature she scribbled became a battle against the tremors in her wrist, every fan’s chatter a distant buzz compared to the relentless thrum between her thighs.

“Minju-unnie, your eyeliner is so perfect today!” The next fan leaned in, oblivious to the way Minju’s breath hitched as the toy shifted to a higher setting mid-sentence. Her thighs clenched around the sensation instinctively, her toes curling inside her heels as she forced a smile.

“T-Thank you,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. The vibrator dipped back to a low purr, a cruel reprieve that left her muscles twitching with anticipation. She could feel the wetness soaking through her panties, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to her skin beneath the layers of her stage outfit.

The next fan slid their album forward, and Minju’s fingers trembled as she reached for it. Just as her pen touched the page, the vibrator surged to life again—this time with a rapid, unrelenting pulse that sent sparks up her spine. Her free hand flew to the edge of the table, gripping it so tightly her knuckles whitened. The fan frowned. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.”

Minju’s smile was glassy, her eyes unfocused. “J-Just a bit warm,” she lied, her voice strained. The toy chose that moment to dial back slightly, leaving her gasping at the sudden reduction in intensity. She could feel every throb of her own pulse between her legs, every shift of the vibrator as she adjusted in her seat.

Somehow, she made it through the next ten fans—each interaction punctuated by the remote’s cruel whims. A low setting here, just enough to make her thighs press together. A sudden spike there, forcing her to bite back a moan as she scribbled her signature with jerky strokes. By the time the staff announced the final group photo, Minju’s entire body was taut as a bowstring, her nerves frayed and oversensitive.

The fans gathered behind her, chattering excitedly as they arranged themselves for the shot. Minju stood at the center, her legs trembling as she forced them straight. The camera flashed—once, twice—but just before the third and final shot, the vibrator roared to its highest setting without warning. Her knees nearly buckled, her hips jerking forward instinctively as a full-body shudder wracked her frame.

Miraculously, her smile stayed frozen in place. Only the slight dilation of her pupils and the faint tremor in her fingertips betrayed her. The camera clicked one last time, capturing her perfectly composed facade while the toy relentlessly drove her toward the edge.

The lobby doors slid open with a whisper, releasing Minju into the chilled night air like a champagne cork popping free. Behind her, the last few fans still lingered, their squealed *Minju-ya!*s bouncing off the concrete pillars as she waved blindly over one shoulder. The vibrations between her thighs had escalated to a near-painful thrum—two hours of edging leaving her muscles clenched tight as a coiled spring.

Her phone buzzed against her hip the second the car came into view. The preview flashed on her lock screen: Ur master is already arrive slut. The vulgarity of it—the ownership—made her pussy twitch around the toy still buried inside her, another bead of slickness trickling down her inner thigh beneath the layers of her stage skirt.

The car peeled away from the venue’s floodlights, tires hissing against wet asphalt. Minju’s fingers clawed at the leather seat as the first real tremors hit—not the controlled shudders she’d suppressed onstage, but full-body convulsions that rattled her teeth. Ten meters. Twenty. Then her vision whited out completely.

Her back arched off the seat like a snapped bowstring, every muscle locking rigid as the vibrator finally—finally—released her from its torment. A sound tore from her throat that wasn’t human; half scream, half sob, drowned beneath the hum of the AC vents. The first jet of fluid hit the seat with an audible splash, hot enough to fog the leather instantly. Then another. And another.

It didn’t stop.

Her thighs trembled violently, knees splaying wide as the squirting turned into a relentless gush—two hours of denied orgasms evacuating her body in waves that left the seat shining. The vibrator’s remote lay discarded on the dashboard, its LEDs still blinking at maximum setting. Her stage skirt darkened from sequined pink to a sodden burgundy, the fabric clinging to her thighs with every convulsion.

“Look at you,” you murmured, reaching over to pinch her swollen clit through soaked panties. Minju’s entire body jerked like a marionette with cut strings, another arc of fluid spraying across the center console. Her head lolled against the headrest, eyes rolled back to show crescents of white, lips parted around silent, panting breaths.

Next Moment :

The Prada boutique’s marble floors reflected the chandelier light like a still lake, fracturing the crowd’s silhouettes into shimmering fragments. Minju’s heels clicked too loudly as she crossed the threshold, the absence of panties beneath her tailored slacks making every step feel like a dare. The fifth bead—the largest—had settled deep inside her with a weight that made her hips sway involuntarily, her body still hyperaware from the car.

“Act natural,” you murmured into her ear, hand resting just above the small of her back where the remote bulged slightly in your pocket. She inhaled sharply through her nose, her fingers tightening around the stem of her champagne flute as the first bead vibrated to life—a faint, teasing hum that rippled up her spine. Level one.

A publicist approached, air-kissing both cheeks while gushing about Minju’s “effortless elegance.” She smiled mechanically, her free hand clenching into a fist behind her back when you thumbed the remote’s dial upward. Level two. The second bead pulsed in tandem with the first, the dual vibrations making her thighs press together instinctively. The publicist’s brow furrowed. “You’re flushed! Is the AC not working for you?”

Minju’s laugh sounded brittle even to her own ears. “Just—ah—just excited.” The lie dissolved into a shaky exhale as you cranked the remote again. Level three. The third bead expanded fractionally, the ridges along its surface dragging against her inner walls in a way that made her toes curl inside her stilettos. A drop of champagne sloshed over the rim of her glass, landing on the marble with a sound like a pin dropping.

Across the room, a photographer lifted his camera. Minju’s spine straightened reflexively—years of training overriding the tremors in her legs—but the moment the flash fired, you twisted the dial to four. The fourth bead inflated with a soft click, stretching her mercilessly. Her grip on the champagne flute turned white-knuckled, the crystal threatening to shatter as she fought to keep her hips from rocking forward. Someone complimented her “radiant glow.”

The Prada boutique’s exit doors hissed shut behind Minju with the finality of a guillotine blade. Her legs nearly gave out the moment she cleared the threshold, her thighs slick with more than sweat beneath the tailored slits of her designer slacks. The beads—fuck, all five—still pulsed inside her at irregular intervals, the last one inflated to its widest setting just as she’d bid farewell to the CEO’s wife. A fresh trickle of arousal dripped down her inner thigh at the memory of how the woman had complimented her “composure.”

Your black sedan idled at the curb, exhaust curling like cigarette smoke in the neon wash of the boutique’s signage. Minju’s heels caught on the pavement as she stumbled forward, her fingers trembling too violently to work the door handle. You leaned across and popped it open manually, the interior lights revealing the sweat-damp strands of hair clinging to her temples.

“Get in,” you said, not looking up from your phone. The screen’s glow illuminated the remote in your other hand—thumb hovering over the dial that controlled the beads currently stretching her to the brink.

Minju collapsed into the passenger seat with a whimper, her sequined clutch tumbling to the floor as she braced both hands against the dashboard. The moment the door clicked shut, you twisted the remote to its highest setting. All five beads roared to life simultaneously—vibrating, expanding, pulsing—and Minju’s back arched off the leather with a choked scream, her forehead thumping against the window as her hips jerked uncontrollably.

“P-Please—” Her voice shattered into a moan when you pressed the “pattern” button, initiating the alternating rhythm that had driven her insane during the event. The first bead swelled while the second contracted, the third rotating its ridges against her g-spot as the fourth released a tiny burst of lubricant from its porous surface. The fifth—the largest—remained fully inflated, stretching her entrance obscenely with every involuntary clench.

Minju’s fingers dug into the leather seat, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the beads twisted inside her mercilessly. “P-Please,” she whimpered, her voice cracking—not from desperation, but from the sheer effort of forcing the words past lips that wanted to moan instead. “Stop… I can’t—”

You clicked your tongue, tilting the remote so the LED display reflected in her dilated pupils. “Tell me what you really want,” you murmured, watching the way her thighs trembled even as they pressed together. “Use your words, princess.”

She shook her head violently, strands of hair sticking to her sweat-slicked neck. “N-No—!” The denial dissolved into a choked cry as you activated the “ripple” function, sending waves of vibration rolling through each bead in sequence. Her hips jerked forward instinctively, her blouse riding up to reveal the flushed skin of her stomach.

“Liar,” you whispered, thumb hovering over the intensity dial. The car’s interior smelled like her arousal—thick and musky, mingling with the sharp citrus of her perfume. “Your pussy’s dripping onto the seat. Again.” You reached over, dragging two fingers through the mess before holding them up to her lips. “Taste.”

Minju turned her face away with a sob, but her tongue darted out instinctively, swiping across your fingertips with a shudder. The flavor—salty, electric—made her whimper, her body betraying her yet again as another gush of wetness soaked through her slacks.

Minju’s fingers dug deeper into the leather seat as she shook her head again, her breath ragged. “I don’t—I don’t want this,” she lied, the tremor in her voice betraying her as another bead pulsed inside her, twisting just right. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily, the soaked fabric of her slacks sticking to her skin with every shift.

“You don’t?” Your thumb hovered over the remote’s dial, watching her hips jerk as the beads alternated rhythmically. The LED display cast a faint glow across her flushed face—her lips parted, her lashes damp with unshed tears. “Then why are you still here?”

She swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. “Because—because you’re making me,” she hissed, but her voice cracked on the last word, her body betraying her again as another bead released a burst of lubricant, drawing a choked whimper from her lips.

“Making you?” You chuckled, low and dark, twisting the dial up another notch. The beads vibrated harder, the fifth one expanding just enough to make her gasp. “Look at you. You’re dripping.” Your fingers trailed down her thigh, gathering the wetness before pressing two fingers against her parted lips. “Tell me you don’t want this. Go ahead.”

Minju’s breath hitched, her tongue darting out instinctively to lick the slick from your fingers before she could stop herself. A shudder wracked her frame, her hips twitching forward helplessly. “I—I hate you,” she whispered, but the words lacked any real venom, dissolving into a moan as the beads shifted again.

The confession tore from Minju’s lips like a bullet from a silencer—too fast, too honest, the recoil slamming her back against the leather seat. “I love it,” she gasped, her fingers already clawing at the waistband of her ruined slacks. The beads pulsed inside her mercilessly, twisting her denial into something wet and broken. “I—fuck—I love it—”

Her nails scraped against slick skin as she shoved the fabric down her thighs, her hips jerking forward of their own volition. The moment her fingers found her clit, her entire body bowed off the seat, a strangled cry ripping from her throat. The beads rippled inside her—one, two, three—each ridge dragging against her walls in perfect, agonizing sync with the circling of her own fingertips.

“Look at you,” you murmured, watching her hips stutter helplessly against the relentless vibrations. Her thighs trembled, her knees splayed wide as her fingers worked furiously between them—two plunging inside while her thumb pressed her clit in tight, frantic circles. “Filthy little thing. Can’t even wait for permission.”

Minju didn’t answer—couldn’t. Her breath came in ragged, whistling gasps as the pleasure built like a storm surge, threatening to drag her under. The beads swelled in response to her movements, expanding just enough to make her sob when she clenched around them. Her reflection in the window was obscene—lips swollen, pupils blown, her blouse half-unbuttoned where she’d torn at it in her desperation.

The first orgasm hit like a train. Her back arched violently, her thighs clamping around her own wrist as her pussy fluttered around the beads still buried inside her. A thin, high whine escaped her throat—the kind of sound she’d never make on stage—before her body squeezed, her fingers buried to the knuckle as a jet of fluid splattered across the dashboard.

Minju’s fingers didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—even as her thighs trembled violently, another wave of slickness dripping down her wrist. The beads still pulsed inside her mercilessly, their vibrations syncing with the frantic circling of her own fingertips until her vision blurred at the edges. Her fourth orgasm left her breathless, her head lolling against the headrest as her hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing the sensation even as oversensitivity set in.

“You’re dripping on my seats,” you murmured, watching another jet of fluid splash against the leather. The scent of her arousal clung thick to the air, mingling with the sharp citrus of her perfume. Your fingers trailed idly along the remote’s controls, thumb hovering over the dial. “Tell me—do you want my cock now?”

Minju’s breath hitched, her fingers stuttering mid-thrust. Her lips parted around a silent gasp before she swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. The denial was there—hovering on her tongue—but her body betrayed her again, her hips canting forward greedily as the beads twisted inside her.

“I—” Her voice cracked, her fingers curling deeper as another weak squirt spilled out. Her thighs trembled, her knees splaying wider unconsciously. “I hate you,” she whispered, but the words lacked conviction, dissolving into a moan as her thumb pressed harder against her clit.

You smirked, twisting the dial up another notch. The beads swelled in response, the fifth one expanding just enough to make her cry out. “Liar,” you murmured, leaning closer. Her breath came in ragged bursts, her chest heaving beneath the rumpled fabric of her blouse. “You’re begging for it. Look at you—fucking yourself raw in my car like some desperate slut.”

Her fingers stilled, her wrist trembling violently. The denial died on her lips as another orgasm tore through her, her body jerking forward uncontrollably. Fluid splashed against the console, her thighs glistening with the evidence of her surrender.

“Answer me.” Your voice dropped, rough with promise. “Do you want my cock? Right here, right now?”

Minju’s eyelashes fluttered shut, her lips parting around a shaky exhale. Her fingers twitched where they were still buried inside herself, her thumb rubbing slow, deliberate circles against her swollen clit—as if she couldn’t stop, even now.

“Y-Yes,” she whispered, the admission barely audible over the hum of the beads still vibrating inside her. “Please—fuck—please, I need it—”

The words spilled out in a rush, her voice breaking on the last syllable as her hips jerked forward again. Another weak squirt dripped down her wrist, her body wrung dry but still pulsing around nothing.

The streetlights flickered like dying fireflies as you pulled into the abandoned industrial lot, gravel crunching beneath the tires. Before the engine had even fully silenced, Minju’s fingers were already scrabbling at her seatbelt—not to escape, but to pounce. The buckle hadn’t even clicked open when she vaulted across the center console, her sequined skirt riding up to expose the swollen, glistening mess between her thighs.

Her knees slammed into the dashboard with a thud as she straddled you, her soaked panties grinding against the bulge in your slacks before you could unzip them. “Fucking—impatient—” you growled, but her hips were already rolling, the friction drawing a broken whimper from her throat. The beads you’d left inside her clicked audibly with every movement, still vibrating faintly from their last setting.

Minju’s fingers tore at your waistband like a starving woman ripping open a meal. Your cock sprang free, already achingly hard, and she didn’t hesitate—just dropped onto you with a wet, gasping cry. The stretch made her thighs tremble instantly, her inner muscles fluttering around you in ragged pulses. No prep. No easing in. Just her cunt swallowing you whole in one desperate plunge, her nails digging crescent moons into your shoulders as she bottomed out.

“Look at you,” you hissed, fingers tightening in her hair as she bounced wildly in your lap, her sequined skirt hiked up around her waist. The beads inside her clicked with every frantic movement, the sound drowned out by the wet slap of her thighs against yours. “Like a fucking animal.” Her tongue darted out instinctively, swiping across her lower lip—already bitten raw from the fan sign.

Minju didn’t deny it this time. Her hips stuttered mid-thrust, her swollen clit dragging against your pelvis as she whimpered, “Yes—” The admission tore from her throat like a confession, her fingers clawing at your shirt collar for leverage. Her ponytail had come half-undone, strands of hair sticking to the sweat-slicked column of her neck.

You gripped her chin, forcing her to meet your gaze. “Say it again,” you demanded, your cock twitching inside her as her walls clenched reflexively.

“I—fuck—I love it,” she gasped, her hips rolling in desperate circles, chasing the friction. The beads shifted inside her with every movement, their vibrations syncing perfectly with your thrusts. “I need it—”

Her words dissolved into a broken moan as you slammed her down harder, the head of your cock grinding against her cervix. The dashboard clock blinked mockingly—9:47 PM—its green glow reflecting in the sweat beading along her collarbones.

The streetlight’s orange glow slithered across Minju’s sweat-slicked thighs like liquid amber as she rode you with ragged, uncoordinated thrusts—no longer the idol’s polished grace, just a creature of raw need. Her sequined skirt pooled around her waist in a glittering mess, the fabric soaked through where her juices dripped down onto your slacks. Each bounce sent another splash against your thighs, the sound obscenely loud in the car’s humid confines.

“F-Fuck—” Her voice cracked as your cock speared deeper, the tip kissing her cervix with a pressure that made her toes curl inside her abandoned heels. The beads inside her clicked with every movement, their vibrations syncing with your pulse as her cunt clenched greedily around you. Her ponytail had fully unraveled now, dark strands plastered to her neck and collarbones like streaks of ink.

You gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she shuddered through another aborted orgasm. “Look at you,” you growled, thrusting up to meet her downward plunge. Her thighs trembled violently, her knees slipping on the leather seats from how thoroughly she’d drenched them. “Ruining my fucking slacks like some back-alley slut.”

Minju’s only response was a broken whimper, her hips stuttering mid-movement as another gush of fluid spilled out around your cock. Her reflection in the rearview mirror was obscene—lips swollen from biting, eyes glazed and unfocused, her blouse hanging open to reveal one peaked nipple where the fabric had torn. The streetlight caught the sweat beading along her sternum, turning each droplet into a tiny jewel as her breath came in ragged, whistling gasps.

The first warning twitch in your balls had you slamming her down harder, your cockhead grinding against her cervix in a way that made her shriek. “Gonna cum,” you warned, not that she could stop now—not with how her cunt fluttered around you like a heartbeat. “Take it all.”

Minju’s entire body seized when your cum flooded her—a full-body shudder that arched her spine like a bowstring before collapsing her forward onto your chest. Her breath came in ragged, whistling gasps against your collarbone, her thighs still trembling violently where they straddled you. The dashboard clock ticked over to 10:03 PM, its green glow highlighting the sweat-slicked hollow of her throat as she struggled to inhale.

“Backseat,” you ordered, already shoving her off your lap. Minju stumbled on numb legs, her sequined skirt clinging wetly to her thighs as she crawled gracelessly over the center console. The beads inside her clicked faintly with every movement, still vibrating at their lowest setting. She collapsed face-first onto the leather with a whimper, her fingers too weak to undo the zipper of her ruined stage outfit.

You didn’t make her wait. The dress tore open under your hands like tissue paper, rhinestones scattering across the seats as you wrenched it down her shoulders. Her bare back gleamed in the dim overhead light—slick with sweat, the knobs of her spine standing out like pearls on a string. You palmed her ass roughly, smearing the mess between her thighs before yanking her hips up into position.

Minju gasped when you shoved back into her without warning, her elbows buckling as your cock speared deep in one brutal thrust. The angle forced her face into the seat, her cheek pressed against the cool leather while her ass stayed high in the air—an obscene display of submission. The beads inside her clicked in protest as you bottomed out, their vibrations syncing with your pulse as her cunt fluttered weakly around you.

“F-Full—” she slurred, her voice muffled against the seat. Her fingers scrabbled for purchase, nails leaving crescent moons in the leather as you set a punishing pace. Each snap of your hips sent a wet slap echoing through the car, her juices dripping down her inner thighs to pool beneath her knees.

The third smack echoed like a gunshot in the cramped backseat, Minju’s ass jolting under your palm—already scarlet from the first two. But this time, instead of a whimper, her hips jerked backward into the impact, her voice ragged with something new. “Again,” she gasped, fingers clawing at the leather seat. “Harder—fuck—hit me harder—”

You obliged instantly, the fourth slap landing so hard her entire body lurched forward, her knees skidding apart on the slick leather. Her cunt clenched around your cock like a vice, the sudden squeeze so tight you saw stars—and then came the splash, hot liquid gushing down your thighs as her body bowed in a violent arc. “Yes—yes—” she sobbed, her voice shattered beyond recognition, her hips grinding back against you like a bitch in heat.

The fifth smack split the air like a whipcrack, your fingers leaving stark white indents in the flesh of her ass before blooming red. Minju screamed, her thighs quaking as another jet of fluid sprayed across the backseat, her pussy pulsing around you in frantic, fluttering contractions. Her nails tore through the upholstery, foam peeking through the gashes as she babbled half-formed pleas—“More—please—don’t stop—”—each word punctuated by another desperate rock of her hips.

You twisted your fingers in her sweat-drenched hair, yanking her head back to watch her face as your next slap landed—harder, meaner, the sound like a firework exploding in the tiny space. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her pupils swallowing her irises whole as her cunt squeezed, another gush of fluid soaking your balls. The scent of her arousal was thick enough to taste—musky and electric, mingling with the leather and her ruined perfume.

“Filthy thing,” you snarled, smacking her again, reveling in the way her body jolted into the pain, her asscheeks trembling under your palm. “Look at you—begging for it like some backalley slut.” Her only response was a broken moan, her hips stuttering as another orgasm ripped through her, her cunt milking your cock with greedy, involuntary pulses.

The final pulse of your release hit like a shockwave—hot and thick, forcing another choked cry from Minju’s throat as her cunt clenched around you in reflex. Her thighs trembled violently, her knees skidding wider on the leather as she tried to take it deeper, her hips jerking backward in tiny, aborted motions even as oversensitivity set in. The scent of sex clung thick to the air—musky and primal, mingling with the acrid bite of sweat and the fading floral notes of her stage perfume.

Minju’s fingers scrabbled weakly at the seat, her nails leaving crescent moons in the leather as she collapsed forward with a shudder. The beads inside her clicked faintly with every ragged breath, still vibrating at their lowest setting—a constant reminder of your control even now. A fresh trickle of cum seeped out around your softening cock, dripping down her inner thighs to join the mess already pooling beneath her knees.

“Fuck,” she slurred, her voice raw and broken, her cheek pressed against the sweat-damp seat. Her eyelashes fluttered weakly, her pupils still blown wide with pleasure despite her exhaustion. The streetlight outside flickered, casting jagged shadows across the arch of her spine—each vertebra standing out like pearls on a string beneath her damp skin.

The beads clicked inside her one final time—a wet, mechanical sound—before your fingers hooked around the silicone strings and yanked. Minju’s scream tore through the car like shattered glass as all five beads slid free in one brutal pull, her body arching violently off the seat. The sudden emptiness triggered something primal—her thighs snapped shut instinctively, only to fly apart again as her cunt pulsed, a jet of clear fluid spraying across the backseat with enough force to fog the window.

“F-FUCK—!” Her voice fractured into a sob as another spasm wracked her frame, her fingers scrabbling uselessly at the leather while her hips jerked forward uncontrollably. The beads dangled from your grip like obscene pearls, each one coated in her slickness, their ridges glistening under the overhead light. Minju’s eyes rolled back as another gush splattered against the door handle, her body convulsing like a live wire—unable to stop, unable to breathe.

You didn’t give her time to recover. Your cock slapped wetly against her inner thigh before spearing back into her swollen cunt with a single brutal thrust. The stretch made her shriek, her walls clamping down hard enough to hurt, her muscles fluttering around you in frantic, uneven pulses. Another flood of fluid gushed out around your shaft, soaking your balls and the ruined leather beneath her knees.

Minju’s head thrashed against the seat, her ponytail whipping wildly as her hips stuttered forward in tiny, aborted movements. “T-Too—too much—” she slurred, but her thighs trembled wider, her knees slipping in the mess she’d made. The scent of her climax hung thick in the air—musky and electric, mingling with the sharp tang of sweat and the fading floral notes of her ruined perfume.

“Look at you,” you growled, dragging your fingers through the slickness dripping down her inner thighs before smearing it across her parted lips. Her tongue darted out instinctively, licking your fingertips clean with a shudder even as tears spilled down her flushed cheeks. “Dripping like a fucking faucet.”

The dashboard clock blinked 11:07 PM when you dragged Minju onto the hood of the sedan, her bare thighs squealing against the cold metal. Streetlight pooled in the hollow of her throat where her head lolled back, her sweat-slicked skin glazed orange by the sodium vapor glow. You twisted her wrists behind her back, pinning them with one hand while the other yanked her hips up—her cunt still gaping slightly from the last round, a thin trickle of cum dripping onto the car’s grille.

“Again,” you ordered, not waiting for her to comply before shoving back into her. Minju’s gasp fractured into a moan as her spine arched, her hips jerking forward instinctively to take you deeper. The hood groaned under your combined weight, the scent of overheated metal mingling with her arousal as you set a brutal pace. Each thrust sent her sliding across the slick surface, her nipples pebbling against the cold steel until she was shuddering violently—not from pleasure now, but from sheer overstimulation.

By 11:23 PM, Minju was bent over the trunk, her fingernails scraping futilely at the license plate as you rutted into her from behind. Her cunt had gone slick again—not from arousal, but from the sheer volume of fluid your relentless pounding forced out of her. Every slap of your hips against her ass sent another weak spurt splattering across the bumper, her thighs trembling too violently to hold herself up without your grip on her waist.

When the clock hit 11:42 PM, you hauled her into the backseat again, her legs hooking reflexively around your waist as you pressed her into the leather. Minju’s head thrashed against the upholstery, her lips parted around silent pleas as you fucked her through another dry orgasm—her swollen clit dragging against your pelvis with each thrust, her exhausted cunt fluttering around nothing. The beads you’d discarded earlier rolled under the seats with every movement, their faint click drowned out by the wet slap of skin on skin.

At 11:56 PM, Minju collapsed against the passenger window, her breath fogging the glass in uneven bursts as you took her from behind one last time. Her thighs were streaked with dried arousal, her cunt so overused it barely clenched around you anymore. Only the occasional twitch of her hips betrayed that she was still conscious—barely—her fingers limp against the dashboard as you chased your own release.

When the dashboard clock finally blinked 12:00 AM, you pulled out with a wet pop, watching her hips jerk weakly in response. Minju’s eyelids fluttered shut, her mouth slack around a soundless moan as her body finally gave out. A thin trickle of cum leaked from her gaping cunt, but even that had slowed to a sluggish drip—her body wrung dry after hours of relentless use.

You dragged a thumb through the mess between her thighs, smearing it across her parted lips. Her tongue didn’t even twitch this time. The vibrator remote blinked mockingly from the cup holder, its battery long dead. Outside, a streetlight flickered—casting jagged shadows across Minju’s ruined stage outfit, the sequins dulled by sweat and bodily fluids.

She didn’t stir when you buckled her into the passenger seat, her head lolling against the window with a soft thunk. The only sign of life was the faint rise and fall of her chest—and the occasional tremor that wracked her frame when you adjusted the seatbelt over her bruised hips.

The car smelled like sex and exhaustion. You cracked the window halfway, letting the night air dilute the musk clinging to the upholstery. Minju’s phone buzzed in her discarded clutch—another notification from her idol group’s management, no doubt—but the sound barely registered against the hum of the engine.

At the first red light, you glanced over. Her eyelashes cast delicate shadows across her cheekbones, her lips still slightly parted. A thin line of drool trailed from the corner of her mouth, glistening under the streetlights. You wiped it away with your thumb, pressing just hard enough to leave a faint indent in her plush lower lip.

She didn’t wake. Didn’t even whimper.

Just breathed.

“Oppa,” she calls for you as the stylists finishes what they were doing before taking a step back to give you and Nayeon some space.

You calmly walk up to her seated on the chair. “Yes, Nayeon?”

“You can take off your sunglasses now, you know? We’re inside.”

“I have it on for a reason.”

“Oh,” she says under her breath, lips folding tight as her eyes stay on you. Nayeon tries to keep her composure, but the laugh breaks through anyways. You don’t quite understand the reason, only the way the air shifts, how nearby conversations thin out as a few curious glances drift your way from anyone nearby.

“What are you laughing about?” you ask, brows pulling together slightly.

“Nothing, it’s just kind of funny that you’re wearing sunglasses inside.”

You didn’t find it funny enough to be something worth laughing about, but she did for whatever reason.

“Okay?”

“Sorry,” she says, the laughter fading into something lighter as you meet her gaze through your sunglasses. “You look bored though. I just wanted some small talk.”

“Okay?” you repeat, a touch flatter the second time. You can be blunt on the job, and it isn’t like Nayeon is unfamiliar with that. “Is that all you wanted to talk about?”

“No,” she replies. The pause that follows stretches just long enough to be felt, then she laughs again, openly this time, at your expense, while the stylists return and begin working through her hair in front of you.

“What are you laughing about?” the stylist asked Nayeon.

“Oh, don’t you think Oppa’s a little quiet today?”

The stylist looks over to your unfazed figure leaning against the wall, then back to Nayeon. “A little. But it’s nothing new. Why are you trying to annoy him? Just leave him be.”

“Exactly,” you murmur.

“Exactly,” Nayeon copies, turning your tone into a mockery of itself before she laughs again.

This is where impulse slips past your restraint. The instant she mocks you, a quiet plan starts forming at the back of your mind.

“Sorry. May I have a word with Nayeon in private?” you ask the stylist. Your voice stays low, even, edged with the kind of authority you only use when it matters. The request alone is enough to shift the air. You almost never ask for privacy. When you do, it is never casual, but this time, you intend to play with the moment a little.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” the stylist says calmly, setting the brush on the dresser before stepping away.

“What’s wrong, Oppa?” Nayeon says like she’s in trouble.

“Come over tonight,” you quietly say. And neither was it a question.

“For?”

You have something up your sleeve that she can’t say no to. “Let’s drink together. Just you and me. Jihyo bought me an expensive wine bottle. I want you to try it out.”

What Nayeon doesn’t know is, you and Jihyo finished the wine already. You’re just setting the bait for her to bite.

“Is it good?” she ask.

“It’s smooth. I think you’ll like it.”

Nayeon thinks it over, “Hmm, okay, I could go for some wine.”

She easily gave in. You expected that. Nothing new.

She studies you for a moment, then asks, “But what do you plan on doing after?” There’s an edge beneath the question, the sense that she thinks she already knows the answer. You aren't exactly hiding that you want to sleep with her, and maybe she senses the honesty in it, which unsettles her more than any lie could. The sunglasses stay on, and she cannot read the look in your eyes. That absence becomes its own kind of presence. The longer she keeps talking, the more her words knot together, until even she seems to lose the thread of what she was trying to ask.

“Whatever’s on your mind, Nayeon.”

“Huh?” she laughs.

You wonder, briefly, if she’ll still be laughing later, if that brightness will soften into something quieter once she’s alone with you. Whether the lights are on or off hardly matters. The thought of her moans comes easily uninvited in your mind. You’ve always wondered what she’s like in bed. Yet, you stand there with your eyes on her, calm, professional, your face arranged in that careful neutrality as if the idea has never crossed your mind before.

You crave her. So bad.

“If you want to go home after, I won’t stop you. I’m not expecting anything,” you say, calmly.

It is a quiet gamble. You pretend to step back just enough to make the space noticeable. By giving her room to leave, you make staying feel like something she chooses for herself. You remove the pressure and let restraint do the persuading.

Or in simplicity, it’s reverse psychology that you didn’t really intended, but if it works, it works.

She thinks quietly, and the longer she does, the heavier her thoughts become. Nayeon knows you are not asking her to stay, not really, yet the space you leave feels intentional, almost persuasive in its restraint. That absence begins to pull at her.

“I guess I’ll stay a little longer,” she promises. “Probably sober up if we do drink more than intended. You’ll have to take me home anyways.”

“Yeah, I can drop you off,” you say, cool and even, turning away to signal the stylist back to their work, already certain you won’t need to insist on anything else. There’s still hope that she’ll decide to stay the night.

“Oppa, can you stay near?” she says, assuming that you’ll walk away and go back to where you positioned yourself.

“Okay. Understood.”

“Alright!” the director speaks up to get everyone’s attention, “Let’s be ready in five minutes to take the final pictures and wrap it up for today!”

——

As the photoshoot drifts toward its end, your attention settles on Nayeon from behind the dark cover of your sunglasses. You let yourself look at Nayeon longer than you should. It wasn’t why you put them on, but they serve their purpose well enough. No one can track your eyes. Her legs are long and bare, and the thought of feeling those gorgeous thighs of hers refuses to leave your mind.

You imagine what Nayeon has to offer. Her hair is immaculate, styled within an inch of perfection, and you linger on the moment it would come undone, fingers in it, strands clinging to her face by the time the night settles in. Beneath your restraint, the thought is simple and almost crude in its honesty. She’s pretty. Soft at the edges, disarming, yet warm in a way that pulls at you, innocent enough to make you wonder how much would it take to ruin that innocent vibe. It’s impossible not to picture the side of her no one else gets to see.

Even that smile makes you want to be gentle, though your mind is still full of the reckless thoughts. You want to trace the line of her jaw gently, linger on her lips without touching them, let her feel seen rather than used. And yet, every part of you still aches with the selfish desire you can’t fully deny, the urge to pull her close and let the heat of the moment take over. It’s a careful balancing act, watching her, wanting her, wanting to be more than what your instincts are screaming for. And somehow letting both of you to coexist in your bed, in your arms, in your very own tempo.

“Sir,” Nayeon’s manager calls out while you’re in thought.

“Hmm?” you say, turning your head to the right as the manager walks up to you.

“Nayeon said she’s coming with you after this, right?”

“Yeah, we plan on drinking. And don’t worry, she won’t drink much.”

“I trust you enough,” the manager chuckles. “Uh, since the photoshoot is basically almost over, you can take her home after she’s done changing. There’s nothing much to take care of after.”

You give her manager a nod, “Understood.”

—

Driving home, Nayeon falls asleep in the passenger seat with her playlist still running low through the speakers. You turn the volume down a notch so it doesn’t wake her. At a red light, you glance over. Her head is tilted toward the window, completely knocked out. The city noise fades as you turn onto quieter streets lined with villas and office buildings. The engine hums steady under your hands. Trees blur past. Stone walls and black gates slide by in the headlights. You slow down until reaching the stop sign, signal, and turn into your neighborhood.

“Nayeon,” you say quietly as you approach the gate, slowing the car and pressing the button to open it. You glance over, but she’s still sound asleep The gate slides open, and you turn into the driveway, opening the garage and easing the car inside before shifting it into park. “Nayeon,” you say again, a little louder this time. She awakes, brushing her hair from the side of her face as she looks around, disoriented for a moment before it settles back into her.

“Oh,” she murmurs tiredly and grabs the door handle to open. “That was quick.”

You let out a quiet sigh and turn the engine off. She steps out first, the door shutting with a muted thud. When you get out and lock the car, she’s already stretching, arms lifted overhead, spine arching slightly like she’s trying to shake the sleep from her body. You walk up to the door as she lowers her arms.

“Aren’t you tired, Oppa?”

“Somewhat,” you say, glancing at her. You open the door and step inside, and she follows close behind. “I’ll go change,” you add, slipping off your shoes. “Do you want me to put your backpack in my room?”

“Yeah, thanks,” she says, slipping the strap from her shoulder and lowering the backpack into your hands.

While you head into your bedroom to change, Nayeon wanders down the short hallway and lays on the couch, letting out a tired groan as she pulls her phone from her pocket. The soft cushions sink beneath her. The house is quiet, almost hollow. It’s beautiful in the way large spaces often are, high ceilings, wide windows, everything polished and luxurious, yet the silence lingers. Every empty corner seems to carry more absence than peace.

And then the question slips in, like a pin through the fabric of her thoughts: “How lonely does he feel living here by himself?”

She scrolls aimlessly, the blue light casting soft shadows across her face, but her attention isn’t on the phone. It drifts to the faint sounds from your bedroom, the quiet thud of something set on the dresser, your muffled footsteps, and she catches herself listening a little too closely in the stillness.

Nayeon gets up to keep her mind busy and walks to the small wine room. Cooler air greets her as she opens the door, and she steps inside, letting her eyes drift slowly across the rows of bottles. On the left, the stronger spirits are neatly arranged—whiskey, brandy, a few aged rums, and bottles of vodka with their labels catching the soft glow from above. While Nayeon looks around, you step out of the bathroom, cold water still lingering on your face, dressed in fresh, comfortable clothes. Noticing the living room is empty, you head towards where she would most likely be.

“Oppa,” she says, catching the sound of your footsteps. “I’m surprised you’re taking care of the bottles we bring over. You even bought a small refrigerator. Hmm, since a few of these are mine, do you want me to pay you monthly for keeping them here?”

“No,” you laugh, thinking it’s actually outrageous. “But you could pay me a different way.”

She turns to you with a confused expression, “Hmm? Like what?”

You step towards her, and she backs up against the wall to be caught in the corner. “I want your time, Nayeon.”

“For?” she asks again, her voice catching at how close you are. Nayeon tries everything she can think of to not fall into your little games of seduction.

You think she’s playing dumb. You’re not demanding sex like it’s a transaction, but if this is about building tension, the small wine room makes it feel real. You stare at her eyes, drift down to her lips, then back up with a slow smile. “You looked pretty in that pink outfit today at the shoot. That color suits you.”

Nayeon knows what you’re doing. She knew this would happen the moment she stepped inside your house. And with that look in your eyes, it’s almost impossible not to fall for it. She tells herself to look away, but her eyes won’t obey. She gulps quietly with the low hum of the small refrigerator filling the silence. So you lean in, not rushing, but slowly until the space between you shrink just enough to feel the tension. You want to test the edges of this moment, to see how far it can stretch before it breaks.

Will she push you away, or let herself give in? You don’t care. Your ambition takes over. You’ll get what you want.

Nayeon answers by not pushing you away. She turns slightly to the side, sliding her hand between you and resting it on your chest, stopping you.

“Nayeon,” you murmur, lowering your voice, letting the scent of her hair draw you in. “Am I asking too much? When will it be you and me? Can it be us two?”

She lets out a quiet, shaky breath, barely louder than the hum of the wine room’s cooling system. She hates how effortlessly you unravel her, hates the way her fingers curl tighter against the warmth of your chest, how her lips part on another unsteady exhale. She should push you away, laugh it off, take back control.

But feeling the press of your muscles beneath her hand and the subtle beat of your heart, a thought creeps in—letting you have her might not be so bad after all.

“You’re being awfully quiet, Nayeon,” you point out, volunteering yourself off of her like what you did meant nothing with a smirk. “It’s not like you, but it’s cute.”

She brushes the side of her hair back, tucking loose strands behind her ear in that quick, self-conscious gesture people make when caught in an embarrassing moment. Almost shy, almost flustered, and entirely telling while she glances at you grabbing a wine bottle that was more than halfway full.

“It’s this one,” you say, lying to her face about the wine bottle being the one Jihyo brought over when both of you already finished it. The one in your hand is actually one from Tzuyu.

“Does she let us drink it?” Nayeon quietly ask.

You glace at Nayeon. Her face is glowing. Her lips are getting dry in a way where you wouldn’t mind moistening them with your very own. “Yeah. What kind of question is that?”

Nayeon shyly laughs it off and tries to change the topic. “How’s uh… bodyguard Park? I heard she got hurt on the job like a month ago.”

“If it’s been a month, why care now?” you say with a teasing smile. Messing with her is something you can’t resist. “She’s doing fine. Should be back within the next two months.”

“Oh, that’s good. Can I… uh, shower before we… uh, h-have a drink?”

“Take the one connected to my bedroom.”

Nayeon quickly walks out of the wine room without a word and presses the palm of her hand to her cheek, trying to feel the heat without letting you see how embarrassed she made herself. She walks to your bedroom, opens the door, and steps inside as you take your time making your way to her after setting the wine down on the coffee table in the living room.

“I got extra towels on the rack, Nayeon,” you say as she reaches for the small backpack you left on the bed. “Use whatever you need. It’s all yours. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Okay, thanks,” she says, awkwardly lingering at the bathroom door, lips pressed together. You can see how much shyer she’s gotten after the wine room. You already have a good idea of how to push her buttons. She shouldn’t be embarrassed, and maybe, just maybe, you went a little overboard.

“I’ll grab my things and head upstairs to the other shower after you close the door,” you say. Then, deliberately tipping the tension further, you add a slow smile. “Oh, and um, don’t open the top drawer unless you want to see for yourself. I have condoms in there.”

Little did Nayeon want to admit it to herself, but she half-expected you to ask to join her in the shower. Not that she would let you, yet a part of her couldn’t help running through all the “what if” scenarios.

“Uh, O-Okay,” she lets out a quick chuckle as you walk away after. Nayeon pauses before reaching the door handle of your bathroom and looks at your bed.

Her mind wanders, picturing you and Sana on that same bed, at times when she wouldn’t answer texts or pick up calls. Then her gaze shifts to the dresser, and she recalls Tzuyu’s words about you making out with her on that very dresser.

“What am I thinking?” she murmurs, forcing herself to snap out of it and step inside the bathroom.

The lights flicks on, and her eyes land on a bottle of facial moisturizer on the countertop that surely belongs to Jihyo. It’s the same brand, same size, same color.

“They showered together too,” she whispers, and to stop herself from spiraling over what else might have happened with you and Jihyo in this bathroom. Nayeon grabs a fresh towel and unrolls it to hang on the towel holder.

“Pull yourself together,” Nayeon murmurs under her breath. She lifts her gaze to the mirror, watching herself take off her shirt and reach back to unhook her bra as the straps glide down her shoulders to reveal the curves of her breast.

——

You come back down the stairs after your shower. The bathroom door is closed and the bedroom door stands wide open. Nayeon is inside, blow-drying her hair, and you mind your own business by passing through into the kitchen to grab the wine glasses. You’ll give her all the time she needs and you smirk, knowing exactly how much you’re in her head, whether intentionally or not. Back in the living room, you set the glasses on the coffee table and settle in, waiting for her to finish drying her hair.

Not long after, she walks out to you patiently sitting on the couch, in silence, with a video playing on your phone. “Oppa, did Jihyo forget her moisturizer that’s in your bathroom? I’m guessing it’s hers since she was here a few days ago.”

“No. She wanted to leave it here,” you reply as Nayeon sits one seat cushion away from you.

“What did you two do?”

Before you answer Nayeon, you place your phone down on the table to give your attention to her. “Hmm, we talked. She drove straight here after dance practice and stayed the night."

“Ah,” Nayeon nods, knowing there was more than talking. It was obvious enough that Jihyo didn’t come over just to talk. But realizing that you kept your words well reserved, Nayeon wouldn’t bother asking more.

“Jihyo told me that Sana kept messing up the choreography in the same spot.”

“Yeah. That’s true. You know how Sana is.”

You see how Nayeon sits at a glance: back pressed against the couch, right arm draped over the armrest, eyes flicking between you and somewhere else. But then, her legs, they’re together, hopefully not for long that is.

“Do you want to pour, Nayeon?”

“Oh, yeah,” she chuckles and leans forward to grab the bottle and wine glasses. After a quick pull of the cork, she pours the wine in your glass first, then hers after. “Do you usually drink alone?”

And instead of answering her with a ‘no’, you rather tease Nayeon, just because. “Why? Do you need a drinking buddy? You have to steal me away from Jihyo.”

Nayeon lets out a laugh and rolls her eyes at what she just heard without knowing what to say. You stare at her as she hands you your glass of wine and makes a small toast with the glasses gently clanking.

“Cheers,” you smile.

“Cheers, Oppa,” she follows. In her mind, all Nayeon can think is, “Gosh, he can’t stop looking at me, and he’s not even trying to hide it.”

Nayeon turns to the side, towards the black screen TV and takes a sip of the wine, gently swirling it in her mouth like a wine connoisseur. She turns back to you and licks her lips right after swallowing the wine.

“What do you think of it?” you ask, taking a sip without even wanting to be fancy as her.

“I think it’s really balanced. I get that smoky aroma right away, then this smooth black cherry flavor comes through. It’s rich but not heavy. Mina would definitely love this.”

You quietly nod, noting what she thinks of the wine. “But that’s interesting, I never saw Mina as a wine type of person.”

“It depends on her mood,” Nayeon chuckles and takes another sip. You follow her with a quick sip of your own too. “Hmm, weren’t you with Mina and Momo yesterday?”

“Yeah. They went shopping together,” you inform her, even if she knew.

“Let me guess, Momo spent way too much? She sent us a photo of her bags that you were carrying.”

“She definitely spent way more than Mina,” you say, glancing out the window before looking back at Nayeon. She looks away the moment you catch her, as if she was checking you out with her lip on the rim of her wine glass.

“Why does he have to be wearing gray shorts and black short sleeves?” Nayeon thinks to herself and gulps down another sip of wine, away from you.

You’re sure she’s thinking about something every time she takes a sip. You know that pattern—how she always turns away just to drink, how often she sips, the careful timing. Your glass is already halfway empty while hers has only one gulp left. The vibe is slower, calmer than you expected, not the controlled chaos you wanted. Your mind starts racing, already plotting a way to twist the tension.

“Want to play a game?” you ask, voice soft, almost teasing, as if daring her to say yes.

“What game? A board game?”

You nod side to side, “No. Let’s play truth or dare.”

And let’s just say, you have no intentions of taking it easy on her. You’re already thinking of a bunch of dares than truths.

“Okay. Loser chugs their wine?” Nayeon adds in a rule.

“Hmm, yeah. Okay, I guess,” you reply and set your glass down to refill the wine as Nayeon sets her down for you to pour into hers too. Whoever wins or lose doesn’t matter to you. You’re going for something else.

“Oppa, is it true that you’re trying to sleep with me?”

“That’s true,” you murmur, which wasn’t what Nayeon would expect from you to say so easily. “I dare you to stay the night.”

“Pass,” she laughs.

“Already? So that’s how she’s going to play,” you note to yourself and quickly think of a truth. “Is it true that you check me out when I’m not looking?”

“T-true,” Nayeon forces her words out her mouth. “I dare you to call the last girl you slept with and tell her you love her.”

“Pass,” you quickly reply.

“Wow,” she utters. “Okay. Is it true that you.. is it true that Tzuyu wasn’t the last person you slept with?”

“That’s true. I dare you take off that bracelet, Nayeon.”

And without a doubt, she easily does the dare and sets her bracelet down onto the table. “I dare you to take a sip,” she laughs.

You pick up your wine glass and take a quick sip. “I dare you to sit closer to me.”

Nayeon slowly inches closer, enough for you to get a stronger whiff of the shampoo you had in your bathroom. “I dare you to… do ten push-ups.”

“Okay,” you chuckle and get down on the floor to start doing push ups as she counts up to ten in her mind. But she’s more focused on your biceps that she lost count by how many push-ups you did. After doing ten reps of push-ups, you take a breath and get up to sit back on the couch. “I dare you to do fifteen push-ups.”

“Oppa,” she nervously laughs. “I don’t want to.”

“It’s just fifteen, Nayeon,” you softy say. “You got this. It would be done before you know it. Now get down.”

“Oh my gosh, you’re starting to sound like a drill instructor. Can I pass?”

“We always play with one free pass. At least I’m not daring you take your shirt off. I’ll never do that to you.”

“Okay. Fine,” she groans and gets on the floor to start doing push ups.

You’re trying to not laugh as she hesitates to even do the third rep after all the confidence of doing the first two quickly. “Look how flimsy your arms are, Nayeon.”

Maybe humiliating her fueled Nayeon enough to get bolder with the next dare she has in mind. Also, you’re checking her out, without hiding it while she’s busy pushing herself for a third rep.

“Even Chaeyoung can do three without stopping,” you add on, fueling motivation for her to start the fourth rep.

“Shh,” she utters and presses her lips as she goes down and slowly up from the third rep.

“Breathe in when you go down, breathe out when you come up. Adjust your posture, you’re a little off.”

“Sir, may I get another free pass, please?”

You laugh at that—the way she’s speaking so formally so you can let her off this time. “I think you got this, Nayeon. Fighting!”

She looks at you and sighs. Whining was her last resort. “I don’t want to do this. It’s too much. Just give me another dare. I’ll do that one. I promise.”

This isn’t a truth or dare game anymore, it’s just dares with zero truths at this point.

“Okay, I dare you to get up and take your shirt off.”

Her face was filled with regret, and some betrayal when you said you’d never dare her to take off her shirt. But you know she’s the kind to never break her promises as she sighs, “Okay.”

Nayeon stands in front of you to take off her shirt. Her fingers curl under the hem of her shirt. She doesn’t rush anything. Instead she peels it upwards slowly, inch by inch, letting the soft cotton drag lightly against her body that you see every subtle shift. The shirt slides over the smooth, flat plane of her stomach first. Then higher, revealing the gentle undercurve of her boobs, still hidden beneath a thin black bra that clings onto her.

She stands there for a moment with the shirt dangling loosely from her fingers, cheeks already glowing with the faintest flush. Slowly, and almost hesitantly, she presses her arms tight against her sides in a shy way, squeezing the soft swell of her boobs together and upward. The thin black bra strains under the gentle pressure, just a little over the cups in a way that makes them look impossibly soft. You catch the way her breath hitches, the quick little glance she darts downward like she’s suddenly aware of you looking at her. A fresh wave of pink creeps up her neck. Nayeon’s embarrassed by how obviously she’s putting herself on display for you, yet she doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t want to take back her promise.

Your gaze lowers down helplessly, fixated on her slim stomach that makes dirty thoughts flood in with imaginations of you pressing down on it with your cock inside of her to make sure she feels more than your whole length. Nayeon notices exactly where your eyes are glued.

“You’re staring so hard,” she murmurs with a shaky breath and brushes her hair. Nayeon saw that subtle gulp from you as her eyes trail down to your crotch to see a bulge from your gray shorts. And boldly, you reach your hand out to her.

“What’s stopping you from sharing the same bed with me that we had to go this far?"

Nayeon swallows hard as she reaches for your hand and steps closer on the couch. Up close, her heart races so fiercely you could rest your chin against the warm plane of her stomach or press a kiss there, giving her body the attention it silently begs for.

“I’m— I’m just nervous,” she quietly confesses. Whether if she’s just making an excuse to hide some kind of fantasy, you still took note of her words.

“I want you, Nayeon,” you say, your thumb tracing slow circles across her palms, the size of your hand swallowing hers. That simple difference sparks something in her. She imagines your fingers locked with hers against the sheets. She pictures your fingers squeezing her boobs. Or sliding down to grip the soft curve of her ass. The thoughts hit her all at once.

Her breathing grows heavier. You keep looking into each other’s eyes. Neither of you looks away. The room settles into stillness. Holding her hands like this feels intimate, not forceful, only steady and quietly yearning. Her shirt is already gone. The moment has settled its own quiet weight now. Why break it? Sunlight pours through the window and finds her skin, warm gold gliding over her collarbone and shoulders, catching the faint scatter of goosebumps along her arms

She finds it charming, despite that tough imagine of you that’s always present and shown. Or is it all a facade? Nayeon knows you enough that it could be, but it’s worth doubting.

“Oppa…” she lets out a breath and presses her lips.

“Hmm?”

Before she can ask what she wanted to, you ease your grip on her hands, letting them slip free with care. Then your palms find her hips and settle there gently. Your fingers spread just enough to cradle the soft dip above her waistband. The touch says everything you have not spoken yet. No more waiting. No more hovering at the edge. She studies your face and tries to read something clear in your eyes. The familiarity stays thin. She knows your hands now more than she knows your thoughts. Her thought process turns to fog with only one question in mind. “Should I just let him?”

“May I?” you ask, voice dropping low, softer than anything she’s heard from you, almost careful like you’re afraid of breaking the moment. The instant her eyes flick down, your fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, digging in firm, no hesitation, no sound she catches beforehand. It quick and silent it. Your hands already there, already claiming the next inch of skin without asking twice.

Then her gaze drops and locks there, stuck on the length of your cock bulging against the front of your shorts. The fabric is stretched thin, almost translucent where it clings, begging wordlessly for Nayeon to do something. You leave her to be indecisive that it drives her insane. But never could she be so shameless.

Yet, you wait for her response. “Nayeon?”

It’s driving her insane—your voice low against her skin, the firm grip you still have on her hips, those hungry eyes of yours reflecting her own flushed, unraveling face back at her.

“Do you want a break?” you ask, voice gentle but edged with risk as your fingers slowly release the waistband of her shorts.

In the same heartbeat, she snatches your wrist, keeping your hand exactly where it was, stopping you from pulling away completely. No words, just that grip—tight, almost desperate like she’s been fighting this exact surrender all day and is finally losing.

“You can’t make up your mind,” you murmur. “Pretty girl, one second you’re pushing me away… the next you’re asking me. Should I make the decisions now?"

You don’t wait for an answer. You pull her in hard.

Her knees sink into the couch cushions on either side of you as she straddles you instinctively, thighs spreading, body dropping closer even though her mind still seems to be arguing with itself. Her palms slap flat against the backrest behind your head for balance until you slide one hand up her spine and tug her the rest of the way in by the nape, chest to chest, mouth hovering her neck.

“Playboy,” she lets out a breath, feeling your hungry lips on her neck.

“Call me whatever you want,” you murmur.

This whole day with her had been a glorious mess. Nothing went your way, yet you adapted—shifting every failed attempt at seduction into something sharper, more patient, more relentless, more yearning. Nayeon kept playing her stubborn games of deflecting and teasing, but each pushback only stoked the dangerous ambition burning in you. And now you finally had what you wanted, while every wall she’d built was crumbling under the weight of her own denied desire.

Nayeon’s crotch is warm against yours as she feels every inch of how hard you are. The sensation is teasingly intoxicating, stirring her curiosity about exactly how it would feel inside her. All she’s ever heard was Jihyo’s recounting of how good your cock feels buried in her: the slow, burning stretch, the overwhelming fullness that made her sleep peacefully right after until the sun rises.

You listen as her breaths grow louder, each one escaping in soft, uncontrolled bursts like she’s finally letting go of the restraint she’s clung to all day. Slowly, her eyes flutter closed and her head tilts back, offering you the graceful, exposed line of her throat. Your warm breath drifts across her neck in gentle waves, and you feel the instant response ripple through her body. She arches toward you, spine curving in a smooth, instinctive bow that presses her warm crotch more firmly against the thick hardness straining beneath her. The contact draws a quiet shiver from her, toes curling tight as her hips give a small, needy roll in your lap.

She lets your name escape in a soft, quivering moan.

She’s warmer than you expected, skin still kissed by that patch of sunlight she’d been standing in moments ago. Your cold hands brush her back, and the moment your fingers unhook her bra, a gentle shiver runs through her as the lace slips down her shoulders and hangs loosely there. The slow, teasing rolls of her hips against your crotch have you throbbing hard beneath her. Neither of you two can bear waiting any longer.

As you lift yourself up with a quiet groan, you carry Nayeon in your arms to bed. She wraps her legs around your waist right away, ankles locking as you stand. Your hands slide down to hold her ass, fingers sinking slowly into the plush warmth you’ve wanted to touch all day.

Nayeon moans softly in your ear, shameless now. Her tongue flicks out, tasting your skin before her lips close over your neck—hot, wet, sucking little kisses that turn into needy bites while her breathy whimpers vibrate against your neck.

Once you step into the bedroom, you lower Nayeon onto the bed with slow care then yank her hips toward you, hard enough to make her gasp. You yank her bra off in one rough pull and drag her pants down her legs until they hit the floor. Right after, you take off your shirt over your head and toss it aside while she watches with wide curious eyes. Nayeon doesn’t turn away. She takes in the small beautiful scars you have. But what really gets her is the muscles on your chest. Now she gets to sees what Jihyo’s so fascinated about.

The two of you forgotten all about the wine or that stupid truth or dare game.

Your hands hook into the waistband of your shorts and tug them down slowly until only the thin fabric of your boxers remains. Nayeon’s eyes drop immediately onto the site of your bulge. Her lips press together, then part again as a quiet breath escapes. She bites down on her lower lip, but doesn’t look away. If anything, her stare grows heavier.

You say nothing. There's no need to. You see the sweet hesitation flickering across her face. Instead, you reach for her hands and pull Nayeon up from the bed, fingers wrapping firmly around her wrists, slowly guiding them towards your crotch. You insist on her to pull your boxers down. You hold Nayeon there for a heartbeat—long enough for her to feel the heat radiating off your body as her fingertips brush your bare skin. She hesitates one last teasing second, then curls her fingers and pulls, inch by torturous inch, freeing your cock out slowly in front of her.

What you find beautiful is how quiet the bedroom stays. She lets you take the lead and maybe that is where her comfort lives. No words. No rush. Just the soft rustle of fabric and the faint rhythm of both your breaths filling the space.

You lift her chin up and lean in, hovering your lips on hers to see if Nayeon would even let you kiss her, and when her eyes close, you follow, slowly pressing your lips to hers. The contact is soft and lingering, the kind that makes you aware of every small sensation, the warmth of her mouth, the faint way her breath catches, the quiet stillness that settles between you as if the world has stepped back to watch. Your hand stays at her jaw, holding her gently, and you feel her lean into your touch without thinking, trusting the closeness, letting herself rest there with you. When you finally pull away, she looks at you in silence, cheeks flushed, eyes open and searching as if Nayeon wanted more.

“Lay down,” you whisper, pushing her gently by the shoulders. Neither did you forget her panties are still on, because that’s nothing to worry about. You’re more interested in how wet she can get by your fingers, or how she would moan.

Crawling on top of Nayeon, you lean down closer and taste her neck again. You can't get enough. You love how completely she gives herself up for you. While she's lost in the sensation, you shift to the side and slip your hand under her panties. The instant your fingers reach her clit, a sharp jolt shoots through her body.

The muscles in Nayeon’s legs flexes hard, instinctively clamping down around your wrist like she was trying to trap your hand there forever. You could feel the warmth, the slickness already coating your very fingertips before inserting a single finger in her. And until you do with your middle and index finger, she lets out a gentle squeal, grabbing a hold of the back of your shoulders right away. She feels how rock solid they are all the way down to your shoulder blades. In her mind, that grip somehow feels necessary.

You look at her with fascination as Nayeon turns to you. Her eyes stay shut tight. Her teeth clench here and there until she can't hold back anymore and lets out her moans. You finger her a beat slower as her legs begin to open again. The wet sounds of her pussy grow more refined than muffled. She moans desperately and tries to catch her breaths.

And with how desperate she sounds, you pull your fingers out slowly, licking Nayeon’s nectar right in front of her. It surprises her, and she doesn’t know what to say or do, but it turns her on even more

You get back on top of her and take off her panties to settle between her legs, dragging the tip of your cock slowly along her soaked folds to spread them apart. You insert your tip in, sending a jolt through both your bodies. Pushing steadily deeper, Nayeon lets out a broken whimper as your cock stretches her tight walls inch by inch. Holding there a moment to feel her pulse around you, you start thrusting, slowly at first, letting the two of you ease into this sensation. As soon as she’s too dazed to track every movement, you drop your chest flush against hers.

Nayeon tries to keep her eyes open, but every time she manages to, she’s caught by the solid frame of your shoulders hovering above her. Her shy hands clutch desperately at your sides. Her legs lock tight around your hips, pulling you in deeper. You’ve never felt her touch you with such raw need until today. Each low, rough groan that escapes your throat brushes directly against her ear. The sound wraps around her senses like a chokehold she has no desire to escape.

“So fucking pretty,” you murmur, running your fingers gently over the top of her head. “Someone would be so jealous to see you like this,” you groan. And just to twist the knife a little sweeter, you moan her name twice, slow and deliberate, letting each syllable linger—for all the right reasons and every wrong one. “Naaa-yeon… fuck… Nayeon.”

You’ll make sure she remembers this exact day.

You’ll make sure, that if she’s ever lonely by herself in bed, you want to be the one she thinks about with her naughty hands lifting up her panties.

You drive deeper into Nayeon with each powerful thrust, stretching her open until every inch feels claimed. The bed cradles her beneath like a weightless cloud, silk sheets clinging damply to her flushed skin while the soft mattress yields and absorbs the steady, rhythmic slam of your hips against hers. She can’t hold back the moans. They spill out raw and helpless, each one louder than the last as you set an overwhelming tempo that leaves Nayeon trembling. Her teeth catch her lower lip hard, then a second later, her chin finds your shoulder, pressing there to anchor herself.

“You take it so well, Nayeon,” you murmur, voice thick with restraint. Your free hand traces down the curve of her thigh, fingers curling firmly under her knee to lift her leg higher, hooking it securely under your arm. The new angle opens her more, letting you sink even deeper with the next slow thrust. She feels so hopelessly overwhelmed that it's intoxicating. Every shallow, ragged breath she drags in syncs perfectly with the grind of your hips as you hold her pinned beneath you—stretched, filled, and utterly yours to fuck. The quiet storm between your bodies builds hotter, tighter, her walls fluttering and gripping like she never wants you to pull out.

“Right there,” she breathes, voice thin and trembling. Her desperate moan of your name slips out softly and beautifully broken. It hits you like a shockwave. Your cock throbs hard inside her, pulsing in response as you steal one quick, selfish breath before driving back into her with relentless, greedy thrust.

Suddenly, Nayeon seizes beneath you. Her walls clamp down viciously around your length with her muffled cries spilling against your shoulder. Her fingers dig helplessly into your sides. Her legs lock even tighter around your hips like she’s trying to fuse you to her. Shallow gasps turn into soft, pitiful whimpers as her whole body shudders through the waves of her orgasm. She’s cumming—hard, and the sudden grip of her walls catches you off guard, but you savor it, keeping that slow grind going so she feels every inch through the waves.

You ease your rhythm just enough to let her ride it out, but never fully stopping. You keep thrusting slowly, deeply back and forth, letting her feel every inch penetrating her walls. Your own breathing grows rougher and heavier. Your throat feels tight and hoarse. Half of it, you blame on the wine, the other half is purely her—how fucking good she feels when she comes undone like this.

“Nayeon,” you gasp, slowly pulling out of her. She looks down between her legs with confusion flickering in her hazy eyes. “Get on top.”

As you lay down on your back, she tiredly gets on her knees and on top of you with an exhausted groan. You know she’s not done. You know she wants more, and that’s how you want her to be.

“I’ll cum in you, Nayeon,” you tell her as she reaches down, wraps her fingers around your slick cock, and guides your tip inside. Then she sinks slowly with a gentle, shuddering moan.

Her hands plant on your chest for balance. Those short manicured nails dig in hard, leaving faint red crescent marks on your skin as she starts to roll her hips. The movements are slow, torturously slow that it makes your cock throb inside her with every grind. She’s drowning in it, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, completely lost in her own pleasure while she uses you to chase it. The wet, slick sounds of her pussy fill the room once she begins to ride you. Each lift and drop is controlled until it’s almost unbearable for you. Your hands find her thighs and tightly grip on them.

Nayeon's unbelievably pretty like this: flushed cheeks, tits swaying gently with every roll, expressions shifting between bliss and concentration as she works herself on you. Her eyes are half-lidded, hazy with lust, but still locked on you like she wants to watch every second of you losing your very mind. It’s killing you to hold back from cumming.

You can’t hold on much longer.

Not when she’s constantly grinding and riding you in all the hungry, selfish ways.

She pauses and leans forward, bracing her palms flat on your chest. Her tits sway gently with the shift as you reach to get a hold of how soft they are. The first thick cum shoots up deep inside her, followed by pulse after pulse as she completely milks you. Your chin lifts as quiet, rough grunts tear from your throat, each one more broken and ragged than the last. Your hips jerk helplessly beneath her until the sensation slowly draws weaker.

The moments after become shared, intimate, and suspended in the hazy quiet of the bedroom where every breath catches and lingers. Nayeon tilts her head back toward the ceiling with a gentle, wicked little smile curving her lips as she savors the afterglow, eyes half-closed in private triumph while you fight to steady your breathing beneath her. Exhaustion floods you from head to toe. Nayeon hasn’t moved an inch with your cock still in her warm pussy full of cum. Every last drop of your cum becomes held captive within her walls, ready to ooze out right after and create a mess. Your hands stay on her tits and squeeze lightly. She doesn’t pull away or flinch—just lets you touch her like this, soft and possessive, while her body stays over yours in lazy, intimate claim.

“He feels so fucking good,” Nayeon thinks to herself.

——

Afterwards, she lies in bed with the blanket pulled up to her chest. The sheets are still warm and the room feels very quiet. You step out from the bathroom and walk to the kitchen. Nayeon stares at the ceiling. Her mind drifts and then goes blank. She still feels the warmth of your hands on her skin and the memory leaves her dazed. Nothing feels hurried now. The air seems heavier. Time moves slowly. Nayeon still can’t believe any of it happened. She became someone else in the moments you were deep inside her.

“Nayeon, come out when you’re ready,” you say. She didn't realize you came back until she glanced over and find you standing there.

“Uh, okay,” she murmurs. A bitter feeling settles in her chest. It lingers in the way you speak so casually, in the way you seem slightly ignorant of the weight she is still carrying. The moment that meant everything to her already feels distant to you, and that realization sinks slowly. She felt discarded, and the thought stays with her, long after the words have left her lips.

As you step into the kitchen, you open the fridge and take out the plastic container of strawberries and the precut watermelon. You rinse the strawberries and set a cutting board on the counter. The knife moves in a steady rhythm as you begin to slice them. From the bedroom, the sound of the toilet flushing carries down the hall, followed by the soft rush of the sink turning on.

A few minutes later, Nayeon walks out quietly. Her steps are slow and careful. She pauses at the corner and watches you for a moment. “What are you doing?” she asks, her voice soft and unreadable.

“You barely ate the whole day, Nayeon,” you say. You lift the knife and press it cleanly through the middle of a strawberry, holding it up for her to see before setting it down with the rest. The quiet care in your voice reaches her before the meaning does. The bitterness that had settled inside Nayeon begins to loosen, fading almost at once. It had only been a misunderstanding, something fragile she had built in her own silence. “Go sit down,” you tell her gently. “I’ll get you a plate while I make something proper.”

“Oh,” she murmurs softly. “Thank you. What—uh, do you plan on making?”

“Don’t know. I have pork belly in the fridge. Probably season it and air fry that or something. I don’t know. Or beef?”

“Oh,” she repeats herself that it wasn’t intentional and sits down at the couch to stare at the wine that she forgotten all about. And without hesitation, Nayeon reaches for her glass to take a light sip.

“Unless you want me to order because you don’t trust me cooking something,” you lightly tease her with a smirk.

“I trust you more than Sana,” she laughs it off shyly and brushes her hair back.

You gather the strawberries on the cutting board to the empty plate and walk over to her on the couch. “Staying the night?”

She looks up at you and grabs the plate from your hands with the fork neatly placed on the side. “Uh… I don’t know.”

“It’s your call, Nayeon. Just know you’ll end up in my bed tonight. Don’t be surprised, but my guest bedroom takes payments on weekdays.”

She chuckles as you walk away, “I swear, you and your stupid jokes.”

Momo takes the drink and walks over, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. “Alright then. Here, have this. I know it’s been a long day.”

Playfully, you turn it around with suspicion tugging at the edge of your smile. “You first.”

“Yeah? Okay.” She lifts the cup, hesitating with her lips just above the rim. Then, to your surprise, she gulps down half and passes it back. You take it, hesitating too, but say fuck it to whatever doubts you had and down the whole thing. The taste is tangy and tropical, a mix of orange and pineapple that feels bright and sharp. But there’s a strange bitter aftertaste you can’t quite describe.

You lick your lips and try to catch the aftertaste again with a gulp, “What did you put in here?”

She smirks, alarming your instincts. “Tastes like energy drink, right?”

You want to doubt it. Or maybe you’re just overthinking, imagining Momo would have other wicked intentions while it’s just the two of you in a luxurious vacation home she rented out.

“Whatever,” you reply, putting the drink down on the table. “Shouldn’t you at least show me around Japan, Momo?”

“I’m not your bodyguard,” she laughs. “What’s left to see? Red light district? Drop cash on some girl, take her to a hotel, then sneak back to fuck me because she couldn’t satisfy you? Even if she’s smoking hot, she probably can’t fuck you like I do.”

You’re speechless. Literally.

Coincidentally, the place Momo rented out for two days looks like a love-hotel–inspired vacation home. Hints of red flood the rooms in shadows and glints, from the plush curtains to the gleam of polished surfaces, casting everything in a bold, almost urgent light. The bed is soft and familiar, like the one you have back home. Everything in this place screams luxury, from the kitchen to the architectural garden out back.

On the surface, Momo wanted some fresh air in her home country. No real reason, other than attending a fashion brand event that you couldn’t care less about. But beneath that polite excuse, it was clear she wanted something more for herself—clear enough that you booked a five-star hotel under your name for her manager, leaving the vacation home all to yourselves.

“That’s… not where I intended on going, Momo,” you say, crossing your arms again and sinking into the comfortable massage chair.

She settles across from you on the couch, eyes roaming you from head to toe while your mind drifts elsewhere. The sight stirs something reckless in her, a sudden, unspoken urge to shatter your ever-lasting calm composure.

“I know Sana came over a few days ago. Did you have fun with her, that slut?”

Your eyes spring open, glaring at her silently. It wasn’t friendly or mean, but you’d expect Momo to call Sana a friendlier word.

“Did I hit a nerve?” she ponders, a little taken aback when it was a small joke. “You aren’t in love with her, right, Oppa? I mean Tzuyu is—”

“No,” you quickly confirm to Momo as your voice softens, “why would you say that?”

“A little defensive, aren’t you?” Momo giggles and stares at you, then down to your crotch with a suppressed gulp. “What are you going to do about it?”

Nothing. You won’t do nothing about it in the comfort of relaxing on the massage chair. You want some peace and quiet for the meantime.

Momo waits for an answer, a bit too long as she becomes impatient. “I think I’ll go shower.”

She quickly gets up from the couch and leaves you in the living room, expecting you to join her once she’s fully naked in the shower. Of course, you won’t. You’re too comfortable in the massage chair, rooted in the kind of laziness that’s almost indulgent. You don’t even want to move an inch. The room falls quiet for a moment, until the sound of Momo stepping into the shower and turning it on cuts through. Whatever drink she gave you, your tiredness already fades. Was it really an energy drink? You can’t stop wondering.

Maybe that’s where you mess up—not joining Momo when she’s hinting for you to follow her into the shower. In your defense, you’re not feeling the sudden urge to get a little naughty with her right now. Or maybe she just wanted proper alone time, judging by the way she said it.

Distracted by your phone, you barely notice when Momo shuts off the shower and steps out to dry herself. The bathroom door stays closed but unlocked, as if she’s been waiting for you through the fog for fifteen minutes. With a sigh, she finally opens the door to the bedroom, at least expecting to find you waiting on the bed and giving you such a view of her naked.

Momo chuckles at the empty bed, hair still damp and clinging to her neck, droplets glinting along her shoulders. “That’s… a little annoying."

Reaching for her electric hairdryer, Momo switches it on and begins drying her hair. She frowns slightly as she watches herself emerge through the dissipating fog in the mirror, a trace of disappointment lingering. With a sigh, she calls out, “Oppa!”

Hearing Momo, you groan and push yourself up from the massage chair, moving toward the bedroom. Light spills from the master bathroom as you approach the bedroom, and there she is—naked, standing in the glow.

“Yes, Momo?”

She sets the hairdryer down, flipping it off with a soft click. “You’re smart… but sometimes dumb enough not to get the hint.”

You weren’t looking at her face; your eyes were glued to the rest of her, every curve and line pulling your attention. Every inch of Momo made your pulse spike, your desire hitting like a sudden jolt. Seeing her naked like this sends heat rushing straight to your core. Yet, part of you can’t help noticing her face, still dry, makeup untouched despite the shower.

“Are you just going to stand there and check me out?” Momo adds, while you remain silent. Noticing how hard you already are, she steps closer, hands resting lightly on your shoulders. “Tonight… I want you all to myself.”

Just to stoke the tension, you play a little hard with Momo, letting her imagination run wild for your amusement. “What if I say no?”

“Oh, Oppa,” she whispers, smirking, her gaze locking onto yours. She slides a hand down your chest, fingertips brushing over your abs, letting the touch linger just enough to tease. “You won’t regret it. Do I have to prove myself?”

You stay calm on the outside, mask perfectly in place, but your mind betrays you, remembering how she rode you last time—every movement nearly breaking you. It was a lot to handle, every thrust, every tilt of her hips, yet impossibly intoxicating. Her whimpers sounded like music you couldn’t stop craving, a melody that made you ache to feel her riding you again. Even now, the memory curls through your body, making it impossible to deny the way your desire coils tighter with every thought of her.

Momo presses her hands lightly against your shoulders, teasing, letting you feel the weight of what’s coming tonight. “I see why Jihyo stayed over for days. She spreads her legs so easily for you. The duality of her—so independent, so modest on the outside, yet craves creampies from you.”

You softly chuckle and lift Momo’s chin, forcing her gaze back to yours after she’d drifted toward your broad shoulders. “I think Nayeon ruined our time together. Is that why you brought me here? A second chance without anyone bothering us?”

“Just do me a favor and sit on the bed,” she says. You feel her gentle push, obeying, sliding onto the mattress as your eyes drink her in—every curve, every inch is yours for the night. No distractions, no worries. Momo walks toward you, then kneels on top, knees sinking into the bed as she settles. Your hands find her sides, and she begins to grind slowly, teasing you, her tits brushing against your chest, right in your face.

“You’re not taking my pants off, are you? Just going to tease me until I can’t take it anymore?”

“I like it better when you show some aggression,” she murmurs, leaning close to your ear. “I’m not like Sana.”

“Let’s not bring any names up, Momo,” you murmur, letting your hands sink into the soft, plump curve of her ass. She grinds against you slowly, every press and roll of her hips pressing into your palms, warm and weighty, sending shocks straight through your body. The scent of her shampoo mingles with the heat of her skin, making every nerve ache with need.

“Why? I’ll let you close your eyes and imagine this pussy as Sana’s. Or better yet, get the best of both worlds—my chest as Jihyo’s. Fuck me all you want tonight. I’m not stopping you.”

You’re stunned, too turned on to form words with your face trapped between her chest as lust coils through you. Every curve pressed against your skin drives a heat straight to your cock, and through the haze of lust and desire, a dull ache throbs in your head, teasing against the raw frenzy building inside you.

Maybe it’s the drink she gave you. Whatever it was, it hits like a rush that leaves your mind spinning and your body alive in a way that feels both thrilling and dangerous. That seems to be the case.

She smirks behind you, arms locking you in place as your lips trail over her chest. At least you’re aware of every inch, every movement, and somehow that makes it bearable, because even in this position, you’re getting a full faceful of her tits, and it’s impossible not to sink into it.

Momo shifts slightly and presses you closer until the weight of her chest pins your face in place. The warmth of her skin surrounds you, carrying the faint trace of shampoo and soap, while the soft swell of her tits drags across your lips. She grips your shoulders, steady and deliberate, showing how much she enjoys the tease and the power in holding you there. Your hands clutch at her sides, hungry and restless, and the low hum that slips from her throat runs straight through you is a quiet reminder that tonight she belongs to you.

“Oppa,” she moans with warm breaths brushing your ear. Her tongue slides down your neck, leaving a shiver in its wake. Every small touch pulls you deeper, and you don’t even try to fight it. Maybe it’s the contrast—you still dressed, her freshly showered and bare, or the way Momo presses herself against yours. Whatever it is, it feels new and overwhelming, and far too real to dismiss.

“Momo,” you exhale, trapped between her chest, every nerve on fire. You can’t hold back any longer. “Get on your knees… and get to work.”

“So demanding,” she chuckles, sliding off you with a teasing grace. But instead of dropping to her knees, she walks to the nightstand and opens the top drawer before pulling out a bottle of lube.

You swear that wasn’t there when you searched the whole house. Your eyes narrow as she walks back toward you with the bottle of lube in her hands. Momo chuckles softly at first, then a little louder, making it clear you missed something harmless—but provocative enough to make you question your very career of being a bodyguard.

“Where did you—” Your words catch in your throat, cut off by disbelief and get from the bed for her.

“It was provided, Oppa. I hid it in my purse while you were sweeping the other rooms,” she says, shaking the bottle as she gets on her knees. You don’t even want to question how or why the owner of the vacation home would provide something like this.

Within reach, she grips your waistband as you stand before her, letting her undo your pants and pull them down with your boxers. Your cock springs free, exposed to her gaze. Without hesitation, Momo twists open the bottle of lube, coating her hands until they’re slick and ready.

“Don’t my boobs look amazing from up top?” she breathes, voice low and teasing, leaning close enough that you can feel the heat of her chest against you. Every word drips with challenge and promise, making it impossible to look away.

“They do, Momo.”

And to what you never expected, Momo gives you a front row seat. The lube still slick on her hands glistens as it’s spread over her tits, squeezing them hard. Fingers find nipples, pinching until they ache sharply, a gasp tearing from her lips. Breathing quickens, chest rising fast, tits bouncing as they’re cupped together, slapped lightly, then pinched again, rougher this time. She’s lost in the act, shamelessly playing with herself while you drink in every second. Momo’s face shifts between a grin and something reckless. It isn’t just a tease—it’s a performance, intentional, raw and unapologetic.

“Oppa,” she moans, deliberate and teasing, making you decide whether to stare at her face, her tits, or both at once. Every part of her body commands your attention. “Did Jihyo ever give you a boob job? How about I give you one?”

You gulp, teetering on the edge of madness. “N-no… she never did,” you whisper, barely holding yourself together as she watches your cock twitch in reaction.

“Excited?” she leans in, letting the scent of her brush against you with a wicked smirk in place. “Should I suck your dick… or give you a boob job?”

You can’t decide, wanting both, desperate for both, but for now, the need to feel her mouth takes over. “Bl-blowjob… first,” you stammer, voice shaking, body taut with anticipation. Momo’s smirk widens, reading your need perfectly as she kneels closer, hands sliding down your sides, thumbs brushing the slick heat at the base of your cock. Every second she hesitates, teasing you, makes your impatience spike.

“I knew you’d say that,” she murmurs, leaning close, voice low and teasing. “Sit back down.”

You sit on the edge of the bed without hesitation, eyes fixed on her as she crawls closer on her knees. Momo’s hands, slick with lube, wrap around your cock, and she starts with a slow stroke, teasing every inch with her palms.

“Is that lube… even edible?” you gasp between breaths and quickly take off your shirt.

“Mhm,” she utters, looking down at your cock with a smirk, feeling it already throbbing within seconds of her giving you a handjob.

“Slow down, Momo,” you let out a breath. “You’re going a little fast.”

And she halts, hand still wrapped around your cock, squeezing just enough to make you twitch. “What if I don’t? Would you surprise me with cum all over my face? We’ve barely started, Oppa.”

The urge to shove her face down and have her mouth wrapped around your cock hits you hard, sparked by her teasing words. You know she’s not ready to gag within seconds—at least, not yet, but you can’t help blaming Momo, her slick hands swirling over your cock, teasing and stroking, pushing you closer to the edge, all while making it impossible to resist the urge of cumming.

“You’re talking a bit too much, Momo,” you murmur, half-joking, half-consuming the thought of having her mouth somewhere else.

Momo chuckles and lean closer, spitting right onto the tip of your cock as her saliva runs down your length. Just as you expected, lips part slowly, warm breaths coating you as she answers your desire. The sudden sensation of her mouth wrapping around you makes you gasp. Muscles melt into the pleasure. She sucks you off slowly like a tease, and you can’t take your eyes off her. Watching an idol, naked and on her knees, giving herself to you like this—it’s intoxicating, familiar yet still thrilling, a rush you’ll never take for granted.

You run your hand through her hair and tangle it around your fingers, gathering every strand you can into your palm. The silky weight of it in your grip makes your pulse spike as you tug gently, guiding her head with a firm, teasing insistence. Momo hums around you, the sound vibrates against your cock, and the mixture of resistance and compliance from her only drives you further, every stroke and moan feeding the sexual tension between you two.

“Mhmm,” she utters, feeling a slight pull of her hair as she teases you with her tits, inviting your gaze.

“Relax your mouth,” you murmur, low and deliberate. “You’re going to take it. Exactly how I give it to you.”

Momo smirks knowingly, soaking in the thrill and raw intensity radiating from you. Her eyes flick up to lock with yours, waiting, daring you to take control. Slowly, you push her down, cock sliding deep as every inch presses firmly behind her throat. It’s just the beginning, and there’s no retreat. She closes her eyes, forcing herself to take it no matter how hard it was.

“You should tap out, Momo,” you murmur—though it’s the last thing you actually want her to do. She doesn’t budge, not a single inch, and the stubborn defiance turns you on even more.

She jerks her head back and forth, struggling to hold back a gag, eyes still closed. Cheeks flushed red, she fights to stay quiet—even though you’d let her make every sound if she wanted.

As a small reward, you pull her off, and she gasps sharply for air. A thin trail of saliva drips down her chin. You give a few seconds, just enough before guiding her back down, opening her mouth to take your cock once more.

But this time, you want her to gag, to choke. You want to see it, hear it, feel it. And as if reading your mind, she delivers, gagging under your control, every muffled sound drives you wild. You’ve missed this—the raw, intoxicating noise filling the room.

“Fuck,” you groan, pushing her head down harder, feeling her throat tighten around you. Momo chokes instantly and grips onto your knees as her body shudders. You keep going, five precise strokes, using her mouth for your own pleasure, mind drifting to the sight of her lube-coated breasts. You imagine the moment your cock disappears between that slick cleavage, and it grows impatiently.

Slowly, you pull Momo off, letting her draw in a deep breath in the sudden silence. Chest rising and falling rapidly, cheeks flushed, eyes glistening, lips still slick with saliva, every nerve tingles from the intensity of your aggressive control. She stares at your cock, coated in lube and saliva, a mix of awe, anticipation, and need written across her face.

“Wasn’t that difficult, was it?” you murmur, catching your breath, eyes drinking in her body like you’ve never seen someone so hot and perfect to fuck. Momo’s gaze is half-lidded, chest rising and falling rapidly, gasping as she nods subtly—wanting to prove she can take more. Truth is, she wasn’t fully ready for a rough face fuck. Her hands creep toward your cock, and just as she’s about to wrap her fingers around, you grab her wrist firmly, stopping Momo abruptly.

“Boobs?” she gasps, chest still rising and falling rapidly after taking so much of your cock. Honestly, you feel a flicker of guilt for being so rough before giving all the chances for Momo to relax her throat.

“Yeah,” you murmur, leaning over to brush a strand of hair from her face as she crawls closer. “Was I a little too rough? Be honest.”

Momo clears her throat and wraps her hands around your cock, dragging it across her slick, lube-coated tits with deliberate slaps. “A little,” she admits, lips curling into a mischievous smirk, “but I’m not tapping out.”

“I know you wouldn’t, Momo,” you murmur, enjoying the soft, pillow-like press of your cock between her tits. She strokes you slowly while you can’t tear your eyes away, watching your tip vanish and reappear between her slick cleavage. It’s just satisfying to watch.

“Does it feel good, Oppa?” she glances up to you.

You give her a smile and take a quick breath, “yeah. You’re doing great.”

“Your dick is throbbing,” she murmurs, a soft chuckle escaping as she slows her strokes. “Does it feel that good?” Her eyes lock onto yours, dark and playful, every movement deliberate, making it impossible to think of anything but the slick friction and warmth of her tits.

Do you have to repeat yourself? No—but you will. "Yeah,” you admit, voice low, “why would I lie?”

Before she even replies, Momo spits on your cock as her saliva drips down your length and pooling in the valley of her cleavage. “I want you to cum on my boobs,” she murmurs.

And with a smile, you couldn’t say no to that

As the quietest moans escape her, you lean back, gripping the bedsheets, thrusting just enough to feel your cock squeezed between those soft, firm tits. You can’t just sit and watch—every inch pressed into her chest drives you wild. The slick lube makes it effortlessly easy with her saliva mixed in.

“A little impatient, huh?” she chuckles. Momo delights in the sight—your tip sliding up and down, trapped and slick between her tits, every motion draws a sharp gulp and a wicked smile at the corner of her mouth. Your cock throbs from the pressure of Momo squeezing her tits. Each slick thrust pushes you closer to the edge of euphoria.

“Cum on me, cum on me,” Momo encourages, eyes locked on yours as she cups her tits. In a heartbeat, you grunt, cumming, shooting your warm load up to her chin, leaving a slick mess across her chest.

She can’t help but ponder how much you came after glancing down to see the mess on her tits. Momo leans back slightly, letting you catch your breath, chest heaving, slick warmth still glistening. A smirk tugs at her lips as she wipes a stray droplet with her finger and tastes it while still warm. Before you can even process it, a warm sensation presses against you when Momo dives back down, greedily sucking up every drop left behind that's on your cock.

“Momo,” you gasp.

“Mmh?” she murmurs, pulling off your cock and swallowing the warm remnants of her hard work, savoring every drop that’s still left in her mouth.

“It’s sensitive, that’s all,” you gasp, again.

Momo chuckles and stands up. “Stay right here, “I’ll grab something to wipe the lube off your knees from my hands.”

You hear her footsteps leading to the bathroom, the click of the light switch following. A small, dry towel waits for her. She wets it under the faucet before returning. Bending over, Momo wipes the lube from your knees in one clean swipe.

“Are you that exhausted?” she ask and walks back into the bathroom.

You don’t know the real reason, but again, whatever drink she gave you is probably to blame.

“Kind of, yeah,” you murmur, eyes tracing the curve of her back, lingering on the perfect roundness of her ass as it sways with each step. She leans over the vanity and admires herself in the mirror, wiping the lube and traces of cum.

“Thinking of round two?” she smirks, knowing without even glancing that your eyes are glued to her body.

You hate to admit it, but it’s tempting. Every trace of exhaustion vanishes as you drink in the curves of her body from the side—hips swaying, ass round and inviting, every line catching the light. Leaning over the vanity, the arch of her back and the tilt of her body draws your eyes, making you want more. You hate how easy it is to be drawn in, knowing temptation will win before long.

Momo straightens slightly, glancing over her shoulder without breaking eye contact. She lets her fingers trail along the edge of the vanity, hips shifting just enough to make the sway of her ass impossible to ignore. Every subtle movement, every sway of her body, every glint in her eye tells you she wants this as much as you do—she’s teasing, tempting, daring you to make all the moves.

"I'm already bending over. Why don’t come do something about it, handsome?"

Fuck it, you’re already getting hard again, lusting for more, wanting your hands all over her body. Sliding off the edge of the bed, you move toward the bathroom with anticipation. The second you reach Momo, you press your body against hers, cock brushing the swell of her ass. Your hands grip her hips, pulling Momo closer as a quiet gasp escapes from the sudden aggression.

Momo moans and whispers, “That’s it… use me.”

Your hand trails from her hips up the length of her body, settling firmly around the throat. You squeeze just enough to make Momo’s breath hitch, lips curving into a wicked smile as her eyes linger on the mirror. The sight of you towering behind, your masculine arm only fuels the arousal, driving Momo wild with excitement. The hunger in you sharpens, raw and insistent, caring for nothing beyond your own satisfaction.

Her moans are soft and unguarded, warm little tremors that vibrate against your palm still firm on her throat. Each sound makes your cock twitch harder. Momo melts under your touch, hips rocking, teasing you for what she expects. The heat of her body draws you in, and without waiting any longer, you angle your cock in with your other hand and push forward, parting her folds. Her moan breaks louder and sharper as you penetrate harder into Momo.

You savor this slow start, feeling the slickness of her pussy that’s been begging for you desperately this whole time.

“Stretch me out,” she groans, feeling your cock twitching inside. You look into the mirror, still choking her, seeing the smile she couldn’t hide from your cock deep inside of her.

Before she can continue to say what she wants, you free your hand from her throat and snake your arm around her neck, pulling her into a one-armed chokehold. The sudden shift makes Momo gasp, her body forced upright against yours, back pressed to your chest. She squirms, not to escape, but for the rawness of it, the way your aggression makes her feel small in your hold. Every sharp breath rattles against your arm, and she’s trembling, not from fear, but from the dangerous thrill she craves. To be taken like this, pinned and used, is exactly what she wants.

Your lips brush the edge of her ear as you lean in, tightening your grip just enough to make her whimper. Her pulse beats against your arm, every breath shaky and shallow. “You like this, don’t you?” you clench your teeth and say, low and rough.

“I do,” she smiles, breathless and restrained, the curve of her lips trembling with need. You don’t waste another second to slowly pull out of Momo until only the tip remains. The pause makes her tense, needy, and waiting—then you drive your cock back in, hard enough to rip a scream from her throat. Momo jolts against you, trembling with the shock, and you can feel her walls tightening as if she’s begging for more.

You don’t hold back. Your hips fall into rhythm, thrusting back and forth. Her moans rise against the mirror, soft at first, then louder as your pace quickens. And with your other hand, you use it to grope the firmness of her tits.

She’s fucking loving it. She already surrendered.

To have you relentlessly fucking her like a toy isn’t what anyone in Twice can handle. Momo would even selfishly say that not even Jihyo could. This side of you is all for Momo to what she greedily wants and think.

Each thrust slams Momo’s body against the vanity, her ass pressing perfectly into your hips, every curve bouncing and jiggling. Your hand clamps down on her tits, fingers digging into the soft and firm flesh, tugging and pinching her nipple as she cries out. Her moans turn ragged, a mix of pain and pleasure spilling out in breathless sounds that only fuel you to take her rougher. Every bounce of her ass sends a delicious jolt up your cock. And you thrust even harder from loving the way Momo’s handling it exactly how you want it.

You completely lose yourself. There’s no way this moment could be played out in the future. You never felt so in the moment, so hungry to destroy her pussy. And remember the drink she handed you—it’s taking over you. There’s nothing more to think other than wanting to fuck Momo as she lets out all the desperate moans without holding a single one back.

The rhythm, the slick friction, the way Momo’s body molds perfectly against yours—it’s too much. You love her fuckable body, simply put. Looking into the mirror, you’re so astonished that she’s fighting herself to even stand while her legs are slowly giving out.

“Momo,” you groan, stopping deep inside of her as she gasp and inhales all the air she needed. Momo’s hands still grip your arm for dear life, and the pressure of her fingers against your skin keeps you burning with desire. You pause for a heartbeat and let Momo catch her breath. Slowly, you free her from your embrace, pulling your cock out. “The bed.”

You don’t need to say more. Just one word as you drag her to the bed with your cock still stiff. There’s an overwhelming sensation inside of you, your desires, your thoughts to just fuck the living hell out of Momo that you couldn’t ignore.

As you turn Momo around and push her, she crashes down onto the bed and beckons for more. You’re both in sync, both purely wanting each other for the pleasure. The bathroom light is still on, and that’s nothing you care about when Momo’s legs are spread open with her creamy pussy calling your name. She’s looking right at you with lust and desire. And without a single word, her mouth parts once you insert the tip of your cock back into her pussy.

She whimpers and clenches her teeth, groping her own tits as you stare at how hot this woman is. Momo couldn’t say a damn word as her mouth parts again and bobs her head from the sheer force of your bodies colliding.

“O-Oppa,” she whimpers and looks between her tits to see your cock pounding the life out of her. “Oppa.”

“Take it,” you quickly utter, listening to the noises of pure sex from both your bodies.

“You’re fucking me so good!” she yells out and grunts. Her face turns to the left, eyes closed, teeth clenched, legs barely hanging onto your shoulders. So you lean closer down and choke Momo. Desperately, she clings onto your arm with one hand while the other remains gripped to the bedsheets.

You can’t take your eye off of her and her body while she’s lying on the edge of the bed, and you’re standing up with your cock driving inside of Momo. This is not a dream, you’re fucking an idol who calls you her bodyguard on the surface when there’s more to it underneath.

While you’re beyond distracted, Momo can’t even utter to you that you’re making her cum as she lets out a desperate scream, legs shaking while you’re penetrating Momo in the right spot. You instantly grasp the situation and see Momo’s uncontrollable body spasms. She’s cumming hard as her legs push onto you.

“Ah! Oppa!” she desperately moans, and probably the most memorable and erotic one of the night as her thighs want to close in so badly that you had to slow down for her own good.

You take a breath with your hand gently releasing the pressure off of her neck. Neither were you done as you thrust into Momo at a slower pace like you’re giving her insides a massage. The room turns silent as Momo’s hand that was on your arm gives out and falls on the bed, and like a domino effect, every muscle in her body relaxes.

“So fucking hot,” you quietly groan and brush your fingers close to Momo’s mouth as she tries to wrap one around with her tongue. It didn’t take much when you gave in to see how naughty Momo still is. Your cock throbs from the nerves sent from your finger to your head.

“Cum in me,” she mumbles, swirling and sucking on your finger until it gets messy. Her legs trap you in from above your shoulders. “I want it.”

For a second, you had a crazy thought of wanting to continue only because you’re overwhelmingly turned on. But looking at Momo and yourself, it seems overboard from how tired both of you are getting. The flight back home is scheduled at twelve in the afternoon tomorrow, considering how late it already is by now.

Momo quietly moans as you continue to have your way with her. She’s not rushing you, but it didn’t take much to realize you’re quickly reaching your limit by how slow you’re fucking her. Momo’s giving you time to just indulge yourself in her creamy pussy before she receives a warm gift. She’s loving it, seeing and feeling the way her pussy gets you so motivated.

“Spoil me,” she whispers and takes both your hands to touch her tits. “Please? Give it to me.”

Since she’s being overly clingy and begging for it, why not? Momo deserves every ounce you can give. You’ve already worn her down to the point where it cuts both ways, a double-edged sword turned back on yourself. It was worth it after all.

And so, you keep driving your cock into Momo, every thrust burying you deeper inside. Less than ten strokes were enough to savor all the addictive tightness of her pussy until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your cock throbs harder with each push, a suppressed gasp caught in your throat. She watches with hungry delight, taking pleasure in seeing you lose yourself inside her.

“Oh gosh,” Momo gasps, glancing down between her legs as your cock throbs violently inside. She shudders, walls clenching, savoring the way you flood her completely.

Teeth clenched, chest gasping for air, you fight against the overwhelming surge as your body locks up, cock buried deep inside. When control finally slips back to you, Momo slowly pulls herself off of you and leans back on her hands, legs parted, watching with a breathless grin as thick cum seeps from her pussy.

“Gosh, that’s actually a lot,” she catches her breaths.

Without a word, you sink onto the bed, letting exhaustion finally take hold. Momo’s gaze lingers on your cock, and with a tired groan, she crawls forward, mustering every ounce of strength to take what’s left. Her tongue traces the side, lips pressing softly against the tip, each motion sending jolts through your body. Overwhelmed, you melt into delirium, lost in the heat and sensation she’s coaxing from you.

Momo crashes back down right beside you and stare at the ceiling in amazement while hearing you try to control your breathing.

“Let’s rest for a bit and change the blanket after,” you whisper, sinking into the comfortable bed.

She taps you on the shoulders, “go get us some water instead. My legs are giving out because of you.”

This is just one of the many things that set you apart as a bodyguard—counter-surveillance isn’t easy, and it’s not a skill anyone can easily learn. It’s more than watching your surroundings; it’s about reading people, anticipating their moves. You see someone once, there’s no need to be alarmed. Twice, maybe it’s a coincidence. But the third time, you know you’re being tailed. Easier said than done.

“I need to use the bathroom. Escort Miss Eunbi to her room, Shadow,” you say, making an excuse as you continue to stare down at the person in the lobby from afar.

“Understood, Boss” the bodyguard says and continues to walk with Eunbi following right behind.

And right after Eunbi turns the corner, you adjust your earpiece to radio your colleagues. “This is Boss. Shadow is escorting Eunbi. Ghost, do you copy?”

“Copy.”

“What did security say about the possible Tango? Over.”

“They think we’re overreacting. We can’t do nothing about it. They seem like unseasoned security guards that haven’t gotten their hands dirty before when the threat is posing as a bodyguard.”

No bodyguard should be sitting down when there’s only four that’s in the building. It’s already a red flag. An experienced security guard would have caught on.

"Should I drag him by the hair to security?" you say, half-sarcastic, but not entirely joking. At this point, the risk of something happening is unknown. Anything can happen in a moment. You're not doing this just to protect Eunbi, but to ensure the safety of everyone in the building. It’s really not your job to, but something like this is already a security risk.

The whole time, your eyes stay locked on him—the threat. Whether he knows you're watching from a distance and is just playing dumb, you don’t care. You want him to realize he’s being stalked. You want him to feel uneasy. You want him to be afraid.

“What’s Tango doing? Confirm a description, Boss. Delta is right beside me. Shadow and Miss Eunbi just got out of the elevator and are walking to the room.”

“He’s sitting pretty with a phone in his face,” you reply, still staring down the threat. “Confirming—black baseball cap, black suit jacket, white flannel, black pants, brown dress shoes.”

“Copy that. No changes. Should I drag each security guard by their hair to you, Boss?” Ghost chuckles.

“It’s a good way to hurt their pride, and I’ll be proud—but let’s not get into legal lawsuits.”

“Right. Would you like me to take your place?”

“Rendezvous at my location. Try stalking and make it super obvious. Or try hitting on him if you get bored.”

“Is that really the extent you want me to go, Boss?” Ghost laughs.

“Up to you. Just let me know so we’re on the same page.”

What you really mean is, you aren’t pressuring Ghost to do honeypotting—a form of espionage where a woman flirts with a man to gather information or lower his guard. But if you can get something useful that way, it’s a win. Minimal risk. Maximum gain.

“Eunbi just entered the room a few seconds ago. I’ll be on my way down,” Ghost says.

Once Ghost takes over your position, you step into the elevator and head up to Eunbi. You glance at everyone who passes by from the corner of your eye—head on a swivel, even as they go about their day.

When you reach the room, you tap Delta on the shoulder and motion for him to patrol the floor. No one says it out loud, but the team feels it from the change in your glare—passivity dissolving into quiet tension. The calm watchfulness sharpens. Everyone’s posture straightens, eyes narrow. Surveillance shifts into staging. You and the team aren’t just watching anymore—you’re waiting for the moment to strike.

“Hey,” Eunbi whispers, opening the door after hearing your voice from outside her room. “Oppa.”

“Yes?”

She waves you into the room, and you follow her command. Eunbi gently closes the door behind you, leaving the two of you alone in the brightly lit room while her manager is still out getting snacks.

“Oppa, is everything okay?” she asks cautiously. “You were in the bathroom for so long. Are you feeling constipated? I have some medicine if you are.”

Seriously, what’s going on in her mind? Is she always like this? You don’t even know.

“No. And stick to ‘sir’ like you did before. We aren’t close like that.”

“Alright, Boss,” she replies, which already feels bizarre to you.

“Not that either.”

“Well, you’re not the actual boss-boss, though,” she says, tilting her head slightly. “Right?”

You keep a silent smile, with just a hint of a smirk.

“Hey, you’re a little annoying. At least answer me, Sir,” Eunbi pouts.

You would say Eunbi is an oddball, because how many names is she going to call you by, and within a simple response? She already called you by your name, “Sir,” “Oppa,” “Mister bodyguard,” and an informal “Hey”, all in rotation. It’s not a big deal to you, but it is getting a little annoying when she can’t stick to one name.

“Do you know what psychological misdirection is, Miss Eunbi?”

“A what?” she says, sitting down on the chair while you stand near the door.

If she doesn’t catch on, you’ll misdirect her to another topic—just to gauge how clueless she really is. “Want to know why I told you not to say my name? Get down.”

She stands up, confused, looking around before slowly squatting in front of you with her legs together. “What’s happening?”

“Stand up,” you say, looking down and meeting Eunbi’s gaze with her cleavage in your view, which was unintentional on your end to look down at her.

She obeys silently, still confused as ever.

“Sit back on the chair, Miss Eunbi.”

“W-what are you doing?” she asks, blindly grabbing the chair and sits down.

“At least you’re obedient, Miss Eunbi. Just listen and do whatever I tell you to do. Don’t question, don’t worry. Trust me, and I’ll trust you.”

She chuckles and rolls her eyes at how easily you controlled her. “Oppa, why do you look so paranoid, though? Nothing’s going to happen,” Eunbi says with a smile.

That’s the last thing you wanted to hear—“nothing will happen.”

Even omens exist in your line of work. It’s like telling a first responder, “It’s been quiet.” Anything can happen after that. And the smile Eunbi’s giving you meant to comfort, just hits a nerve instead.

“I’m not paranoid, Miss Eunbi,” you say calmly, letting out a quiet sigh that barely masks the tension coiling in your chest.

“Um, would you like to sit down? There’s a chair right by you. Just look down, like to the left side," she says with a gentle invitation.

“No thanks, Miss,” you reply, your tone clipped but not harsh. “Not here to babysit an adult.”

She exhales, a mix of frustration and concern. “Why are you being like this? Weren’t you more friendly like thirty minutes ago? Is it because my manager’s not here that you’re acting cold to me? C’mon, it’s only been more than like one or two hours.” Her eyes search yours, trying to find a hint of the person she met earlier.

If she were sharper, she’d notice the subtle shift in your posture—the way your eyes flicker toward the door every few seconds, or how your jaw tightens when you think she’s not looking. The threat you’ve spotted more than once over these past hours isn’t visible to her. And you don’t blame her—it’s not her burden to carry.

Still, your guarded demeanor, the silence between your words, the weight in the room—it should speak volumes.

“It’s not that, Miss Eunbi. Please understand,” you say quietly, voice steady but heavy with meaning.

“Eunbi. Just call me Eunbi. Please, Oppa?”

But you don’t budge. “I get it. We met at the awards show when you got lost and couldn’t find the bathroom and talked a little, but let’s stick to professionalism.”

“I don’t like you, Sir.”

“I don’t care,” you shoot back quickly.

“Are we friends? We sure do bicker a lot.” Her smile grows wider, teasing, eyes locking with yours like she’s trying to crack the armor you wear.

You neither know nor care much about being her friend, so you shrug without saying a word.

“It’s okay to be shy and not admit we’re friends. But you should buy my album. I’ll personally include extra goodies—free of charge. I’ll even sign it. Friends should support each other, right?”

“We’ll see,” you say, not planning to spend a dime on her album. “Depends on how I feel.”

“I like this side of you now. It’s kind of hot. The cold with the soft, gentle side mixed in—very charming.”

She’s definitely hitting on you, but you act like you didn’t hear it. Neither does she really get what you’re trying to say.

“Mhmm, okay. Is that all you want to talk about? May I step outside and give you some privacy, Miss Eunbi?” Your voice is calm but carries an edge, masking the tension simmering beneath.

“No. Can you stay with me a little longer? I get kind of lonely sometimes.” Her voice drops a notch, softer, almost vulnerable, and you catch the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

You glance at her, the dim light casting soft shadows across her face. Reluctantly, you nod. “What else do you want to ask, Eunbi?”

Casually dropping the ‘miss’ is intentional. Psychologically, she’ll feel a lot better and let you out quicker. You’re playing it smart by controlling the situation. Not in a bad way, that is.

She shifts slightly on the chair, the subtle rustle of fabric breaking the quiet. “How does a woman become a bodyguard? I swear, I saw one standing by my door. Why is she dressed totally different from you?”

“Her call sign is ‘Ghost.’ She’s dressed as a staff member for obvious reasons.”

“And about the guy who escorted me to the room... why does he walk weird after we left you?”

You blink, caught off guard by the question. The faint hum of the air conditioning fills the pause. “What? Why are you so curious about how people walk? That’s kind of weird.”

“I can’t be curious?” she chuckles and adjust her shirt by the collar, to which, you saw a glimpse of her cleavage. “His right arm doesn’t sway much like his left.”

“Cauliflower on his left ear. A stiff right arm. What comes to your mind? He’s the scariest bodyguard here, Eunbi.”

“And you’re not the scariest?” she says, trying to sound sharp, her eyes flickering up and down your figure. “Your nickname should be ‘Little Boss’ then.”

“Unfortunately, no,” you reply. It’s actually an understatement. Some things are better left unsaid.

She shrugs, clearly unimpressed. “You’re kind of boring.”

“Yeah, sorry for getting your hopes up or something. But I have to get going out there. We can talk after everything is done, Eunbi.”

“Fine. Gosh.” Her voice trails off, a mix of disappointment and amusement.

Once you step out of the room, the cool hallway air hits your face. You catch Shadow’s steady gaze as you smooth your sleeve with a quiet sigh. “Anything from Tango?”

“Tango got up and took the staircase. Ghost is following. Should we not make a move? He’s in a secluded space that people won’t see.”

“We move on my command,” you reply firmly. “Tango isn’t an immediate threat until he does something.”

“Anything on your mind, Boss? A plan B?”

“You’re in charge if anything goes sideways. Stay with Eunbi while I’m out. Coordinate with Delta while Ghost and I handle Tango. And do me a favor—don’t tell Eunbi where I am.”

“I—yes, Boss.”

“Did you want to say something?” you ask, your tone softening.

Shadow hesitates, then nods. “I’m not sure Ghost can keep up with your pace.”

“You know her. She’s a tough fighter.” You adjust your earpiece, glancing at Shadow as he acknowledges your words. “Delta, do you Roger? Over.”

“Roger.”

“Go to the lobby and be on standby to escort Miss Eunbi’s manager when they return. Check six and twelve.”

“Roger that, Boss. But what about Tango? I don’t have a good feeling.”

“Ghost and I will handle him. I need you and Shadow to watch Eunbi closely.”

“Boss, I’m against that,” Delta says firmly. “I’ll go in your place.”

Shadow cuts in over the radio, voice sharp and unwavering. “Just listen and do what you’re told, Delta. Don’t make things harder for Boss. He’s not in the mood.”

You lean in beside Shadow and reply quietly, “Shadow…”

And things heat up quickly, out of nowhere.

“Didn’t Boss pull some strings to get you out of prison after seeing you stomping a creep nearly to death? You know damn well you would’ve done time for that. Most people don’t get a second chance after, but somehow, Boss saw something worth saving you from being locked in a cell," Delta snaps back.

“Okay, army brat. Still got that army ego, huh? Always itching for a fight, always ready to kill? Gosh, the military’s the only place you can get away with murder, isn’t it?” Shadow fires back. “Be glad Boss took you in and gave you a second chance. Otherwise, you’d be dead broke, fighting for a country that didn’t give a damn about you afterward.”

“Hey, fucking quit it,” you radio back in a not-so-friendly tone, glaring directly at Shadow with your eyes silently saying, “Don’t make me put you in check.” The radio goes silent for what feels like minutes as you close your eyes, trying to regain some calm after losing a fair bit of your cool.

“Sorry about that, Boss,” Delta finally replies over the radio.

“I’m taking full responsibility for what can happen. Understand that. Acknowledge all.”

“Roger,” delta responds back on the radio.

“Roger,” Shadow responds beside you.

You wait for one more reply—but Ghost doesn’t respond. No verbal answer, not even the faint double-tap on the earpiece that usually signals acknowledgment or silent confirmation.

“Ghost, do you copy?” you radio. “Ghost?”

Your mind races to one conclusion—something’s wrong. You glance at Shadow, who’s staring back at you, his expression darkening with concern. There’s no time to hesitate, no time to gamble on hope. Without another word, you sprint toward the stairwell, pounding down the steps two at a time while Shadow stays behind and watches Eunbi.

“Delta, be advised, Boss is engaging. Standby,” Shadow radios to Delta.

The sudden rush of footsteps draws Eunbi’s attention. She opens the door, startled to see only Shadow standing there. “Where’s… um… your boss?”

“He’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t worry. Your manager should be back any minute now. The radio show isn’t starting for another hour. Get some rest, Miss Eunbi.”

“Did your boss run to the bathroom again?”

Shadow exhales a short, quiet sigh—part amused, part tense. Her question might’ve been funny under normal circumstances, but the situation is far from that. “No, Miss.”

Meanwhile, you’ve already turned the corner, racing down three flights of stairs. As you hit the landing, your eyes lock onto Ghost against the wall, one hand clutching her stomach, her fingers slick with blood.

“Where did he go?” you ask, breath caught somewhere between panic and command.

Ghost winces, jaw clenched, and points toward the nearby stairwell door. “I’m fine. Go get him. He has a knife,” she gasps.

You catch sight of her earpiece on the floor—shattered, useless. She never got the chance to signal. Without hesitation, you pull out your phone, hit the emergency line, and hand it to her with the speaker on. You trust her holding on until help arrives and you quickly leave her to deal with the threat.

“Ghost’s been stabbed. Delta, inform the front desk to shut every door. My orders. Execute, now!” you radio and run full speed quickly after, hoping to catch the threat before anyone gets hurt.

“Lima Charlie, Boss,” Delta responds quickly.

“Going dark,” you declare, slipping your earpiece off and continue to run.

Every scream you hear only pulls you closer, feet pounding against the floor as you run. Your mind is spiraling with frustration and anger burning hot. You should’ve handled the threat earlier. Maybe none of this would’ve happened. But deep down, you know you couldn’t have moved until now.

As you reach the end of the hallway, you spot the threat—knife out, yelling at the broadcast station staffs, demanding something you can’t quite hear over the chaos. But you're past the point of negotiation. One of your own is bleeding out, and you have every right to act in defense.

The staff freeze at the sight of you charging forward. There’s no hesitation in your stride, no warning in your eyes. You’re locked on target, and nothing else matters. In one swift motion, you slam into the threat, driving him hard into the wall. The crack of impact echoes through the hallway as the side of his face smashes against the concrete. You hope the shock will dislodge the knife—but he doesn’t let go. Behind you, the staff break into screams, scattering and sprinting to safety, putting as much distance between themselves and the scene as they can.

And to what you don’t expect, he maintains his balance and grips his knife. But looking down at his knife still in his hands and how he’s holding onto the knife like an amateur, you don’t expect much. The threat takes a good look at you and points the knife right at you.

“Just give up and put it down,” you warn him.

“Scared?” he laughs and charges at you.

Being rushed at took you by surprise. And neither was calming down the situation was an option anymore as you dodge his knife attack easily from how slow he swung. It also took him by surprise. You quickly take this window as an opportunity to charge right at him as an exchange of force.

He tries to fight you off by lowering his arm down, getting the knife sideways with an intent of swinging it out once it connects to your stomach. You know this all too well in an instant as he tries to swing right at you instead after knowing that targeting your stomach was difficult. And neither did that work when you lowered yourself to punch him right in the ribcage. It worked a little too well that he stumbled and lean against the wall for a split second.

From what you just observed and did, you’re not expecting a long fight.

“Are you done?” you say, trying to provoke him, trying to get in his mind while he groans in pain.

He’s not giving up without a fight, or even worse, until you’re seriously hurt by him. Without an answer, he sees you approaching him at the corner of his eyes, and that’s where he strikes you with his knife, slashing your left outer forearm in a clean straight line from a quick defensive maneuver.

You felt every single bit of that slash despite your body fueling you with adrenaline.

But quickly and smartly, you back off and hear the sirens in the distance. To what he doesn’t expect, you stood your ground and crack the bones in your neck, smirking. He doesn’t like anything about how calm you are, even after you lowered your guard to where he got lucky to get a hit on you.

Trying to disarm him was a plan, but with how he’s waving his knife around carelessly for you to not jump back in, it’s not worth a risk. Despite reading his movements, all you can see is how vulnerable his chest was.

One big mistake from you can lead to his death from how the sharp side of the knife can be turned against him with just a strong push. This is something you want to prevent yourself from doing. Neither would it look great.

“Don’t be scared, come at me,” you say, provoking him again as he charges at you blindly, knife aimed dead-center at your stomach like it’s all he’s ever trained for. Very predictable.

You quickly counter him with a sidestep, just enough to let the blade miss, then drive a short, jab to his liver. That would definitely make anyone drop in seconds no matter how tough they are. But he still won’t let go of the knife. He twists with the momentum, swinging back at you—this time the blade grazes your side, then suddenly, you feel it sink in.

Your breath catches as the cold steel bites into your side. The pain blooms fast, hot—but your mind stays clear. You don’t pull away. Instead, you drag him with you, shoving both of you toward the wall, using every ounce of muscle to keep the blade from driving deeper as he suddenly looses all his strength and drops down. You quickly follow, pinning him to the ground before he can recover.

In the back of your mind, time is ticking. The knife isn’t lodged in you. You can already feel the warm trickle soaking onto your shirt, the sharp throb in your side growing louder with each heartbeat. You press your knee harder into his spine, just enough to make him stop squirming.

“Learn how to use a knife properly,” you say, which provokes him. He tries squirming around to get out but you apply pressure to his back, hurting him more and more.

“Ah. Ow. Ow. Ouch. Okay! Damn!” he screams in pain. His breathing is abnormal because of the liver shot delivered from you. “Get the fuck—.”

“Stay down while I’m being nice. And be glad I didn’t hit you hard,” you quietly say with a growl and look around, then back down to him. “Should I demonstrate where it would be better to kill you quickly?”

He doesn’t answer, everything you’re saying is scary when you’re in hands reach of his knife. Waves of dizziness starts to settle, the feeling of nausea kicks in as he groans from the pain, his vision starts to blur.

“It’ll be quick. You’ll feel it for about thirty seconds until your body goes into shock within a minute,”you say quickly, wanting to bring some sort of panic from him on purpose.

All you’re doing is scaring him. And neither was he good enough to put up a fight while armed with a knife. However, you did underestimated the sudden jolt of his willpower that got you hurt in the process. You’ll blame yourself for thinking he would drop the second you punched his liver without too much force.

“You’re just a thug… in a suit,” he slurs. “Another dog… for those soft, rich bastards. Leashed… till they say go.” He grunts, groaning in agony as you slam his face into the cold ground.

You didn’t like what he said one bit.

Within the moments of listening to his words, you wouldn’t say he was wrong—but being called a thug? That was over the line. You don’t want him to think he got in your head—even if he did.

“I don’t need your sympathy. I enjoy preying on people like you. And just to correct you, some hunting dogs can’t ever be controlled by a leash.”

He chokes on his cough, “you’re—fucking insane.”

“Be glad you’re still alive. Your chest looked like an easy target, the way you swung your knife around. You wouldn’t want to see your knife lodged in your heart, wouldn’t you? Especially from your own hands? How about a deep slash to your Achilles tendon? You won’t walk the same after.”

“Fucking psychopath,” he says, spitting his saliva on the ground, wheezing and groaning.

“Say it again,” you murmur and sigh. “You’re no different. You picked the wrong hunting dog and you’ll pay for it by being locked in a cage.”

Yet, despite toning down your aggression and daring him to repeat himself, he stays quiet. At the corner of your eyes, you see police officers running towards you. Slowly, you get off of the threat as he lays down exhausted, and voluntarily.

“Requesting additional medical support,” the police officer says into his radio, his calm, steady voice echoing faintly down the hallway as another officer walks alongside him.

Glancing down at the side of your stomach, you spot the wound. It doesn’t feel deep, but the moment your hand presses against it, pain flares, sharp and pulsing. Blood seeps through your shirt and fingers, faster than you expected, though it’s not the worst you’ve seen. Your grip weakens, but your face stays steady, calm and composed, like this isn’t the first time.

——

It’s the next day, a perfect day to be alone in your quiet house, resting as your injuries slowly heal. Peace settles over everything, undisturbed, until the sharp chime of the front doorbell cuts through the silence at fifteen minutes past noon. The unexpected sound piques your curiosity; you weren’t expecting anyone.

You glance at the front door camera and see Eunbi standing there. It’s completely unexpected. What surprises you even more is that she came alone with her car parked right in your driveway. With a quiet breath, you walk over and unlock the door, ready to greet her.

“Hey, so… um, I heard about yesterday,” Eunbi says, handing you a small bouquet of flowers along with her album and the extra goodies she promised. “I know men don’t usually get flowers, but I thought you might appreciate this.”

“Hi, and… thank you?” you say, a bit confused as you take the gifts from her hands. Flowers from her felt strange, beyond strange, but you appreciate the gesture. “Should I wire you the money? I’m supposed to pay for the album.”

“No, it’s alright. Please take it as a thank-you gift for watching over me yesterday. My manager made sure to send copies to your agency for your colleagues, and I personally signed each one. I promise."

“That’s nice of you, Eunbi,” you say, feeling the smooth weight of the album in your hands. A quiet moment settles between you. The sincerity of her gesture lingers in the air.

“Thank you,” she smiles softly, and a quiet silence lingers between you again for a few seconds.

The stillness feels a little heavy, as if neither of you quite knows what to say next. There’s an unspoken distance between the two of you, neither close enough to fill the silence comfortably. You glance away briefly, the awkwardness settling in as the gap lingers just a bit too long.

“How did you get my address?” you ask. It’s a simple question, but the slight hesitation in your voice betrays your curiosity, and maybe a touch of awkwardness.

“My manager contacted your agency.”

You nod slowly, acknowledging it’s reasonable. “Alright. You probably had a good explanation to get them to give out my address so easily.”

“Are you mad at me?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Why would I?”

“You know, I… I didn’t mean to bother or annoy you yesterday or today, or even jinx anything from happening, Oppa."

“Yesterday? Oh, that’s just because I just didn’t want you to know what was happening.”

“Awh, that’s sweet of you. But are you doing anything today? I got in because your gate was opened. Were you going somewhere?”

“No, someone dropped off a med kit since I was running low. And sorry, I think you should head home. Not in a mood to talk.”

She didn’t like your response one bit. She was expecting you to comply. “Please? Aren’t we friends?”

“Are we?” you reply, tilting your head slightly to the right, a hint of skepticism flickering in your eyes.

“Are we not?” she counters back. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Like what?”

“Let me in,” she says, letting out a cautious, suppressed chuckle.

You turn around, rolling your eyes in mild irritation, and walk away from the door. You’re not in the mood, but you can’t bring yourself to force her out when she hasn’t done anything wrong. “Close the door after you get in,” you call over your shoulder.

Eunbi shuts the door behind her and quickly slips off her shoes. As she moves towards you, her eyes scan the space—much bigger, more modern, and sleeker than the small apartment she’s used to. “How much are you paying for this house?”

“That’s private information,” you say, opening the med kit in the living room and pulling out a small bandage to replace the one on your left arm.

“Ah, that’s right, you’re the boss. It’s not just a nickname. I get it now,” Eunbi says, sitting down beside you on the couch, hands resting quietly in her lap. “Bet it’s paid off, right?”

“No comment.”

She’s quietly taking you in—observing how you don’t treat her like a famous celebrity and how you’re letting her make herself at home. You weren’t the first to invite her in when it’s something she’d expect, but what surprised her most was that you didn’t ask for a photo or autograph. It’s eye-opening for her. For the first time, she feels like her fame has been gently stripped away, and it’s a strangely comforting feeling.

As her gaze shifts to your arm, a flicker of sympathy crosses her face. She begins to feel bad for what you endured yesterday. The room falls silent for what feels like minutes as you carefully peel the plastic off the adhesive.

“I’m sorry, Oppa.”

You meet Eunbi’s gaze, catching the genuine regret in her eyes. You shrug lightly, a small, reassuring smile tugging at your lips. “What are you sorry for? It’s my job, Eunbi.”

“But is violence always the answer? Even when you’re not the one causing the problem?”

“It’s better to calm things down with words,” you say, pausing to press the adhesive firmly onto your arm so it won’t come loose. “But who am I to say that when my colleague got stabbed? Would you do the same as me?”

“I would.”

“I assumed so,” you murmur and reach for the med kit to tightly close as it clicks in place.

“Can I ask you something?” Eunbi says hesitantly. You lean back on the couch, catching her uncertain expression before she meets your gaze. “Uh… how does it feel, being in a situation like yesterday? Is it scary?”

“You don’t focus on how it feels. You focus on what needs to be done. Ask a firefighter, they’d say the same.”

“Were you scared, though?” she asks, glancing at you as you look down at your own hands. You take a slow breath, your fingers tightening slightly before you finally meet her gaze.

“Hmm, it feels like a Sunday night when you know you have to get up and work the next day,” you chuckle, teasing a little as you look at her. “You just gotta get used to it and deal with it, ya know?”

“You’re so annoying,” she laughs, looking away to catch your reflection alongside hers in the TV screen. “But you’re kind of hot to be annoying.”

There she goes again—flirting. But this time, Eunbi doesn’t meet your eyes, even as you watch her closely. It makes you wonder: what other creative tactics does she have up her sleeve?

“My manager told me you got stitches,” Eunbi says, glancing back at you with a curious look.

“I did. Why?”

“Can I see it?”

Should you let her see your stitches? Neither are you close to comfortably lift your shirt up for her to see. But you couldn’t stop being curious on what she’s trying to do. You’ll be more than willingly to stir something up as the tension between the two of you grows. Because what’s really the reason why she’s staying this long?

“Sure,” you say, lifting the side of your shirt to reveal the stitches beneath a gauze pad. For whatever reason, time seems to slow as Eunbi reaches toward the wound without asking. Your hand snaps up, catching her wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?”

She feels the firmness of your grip—but also the unexpected warmth in your touch. Her wrist is slender beneath your hand, your fingers overlapping with controlled pressure, restraint held just at the edge of release.

“Do you… like, feel lonely sometimes?” Eunbi murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. She looks a lot shyer now, like she’s bracing for something—your answer, maybe, or the silence that might follow. Her eyes meet your gaze, unsure if crossing the line between the two of you meant being pushed away.

You’re still gripping her wrist. The tension hasn’t broken—if anything, it’s sharpened, suspended in the space between you. Her skin is warm beneath your fingers, her pulse steady but not quite calm. You don’t speak right away, and in that pause, the weight of her question lingers—louder than either of you expected. In the stillness, your eyes lock, and the two of you stare at each other for just a little too long.

If anything can be read through her eyes, it’s not just curiosity—it’s a flicker of vulnerability, a silent plea for a sense of connection. Her gaze holds steady, soft yet unguarded, and though she doesn’t move closer, there’s a tension there—like she’s daring you to close the space between you.

“I remember you saying you get lonely sometimes, Eunbi,” you whisper. “I get it. I do too.”

She slowly leans in, close enough that you catch a faint trace of her scent. “We’re more alike than you think,” she murmurs. “Sometimes alone, sometimes in a crowd. Always on the move—city to city, country to country, barely any rest. Surrounded by people, by fans, but the loneliness creeps in when no one's around."

You see her point—there’s truth in it—but you’re not ready to buy into it. “I like the way you think, Eunbi,” you say quietly, “but no.”

Eunbi lets out a soft laugh, tilting her head. “So you’re saying no but in a really attractive way. Are you always this charming when you reject people?”

You try to stay composed, keeping your thoughts and lust in check. But it’s hard when she’s this close. The way her tits sit leaves a lot to the imagination when the line of her bra is just barely visible from her tight shirt. And that smile—the way she’s looking at you with steady eyes pulls your desire. The silence stretches with unspoken tension. Your gaze drops to her lips, then back up to her eyes. You crave her, no question. But still, you hesitate.

Your quietness lingers too long to where she adds on with a murmur, leaving her pride out, “have me today, will you?”

“Eunbi,” you say, your gaze locked onto hers, surprised as she reaches for your other hand and places it gently on her chest.

“I get a lot of messages from men. I know exactly what they want from me. But how come you’re not asking or trying to seduce me? I know my boobs are big and all, but are you more of an ass guy?”

You gulp, genuinely unsure how to respond. Part of you wants to play it cool, but another part is caught off guard—unsure whether to joke, deflect, or be honest. Honestly, what the hell are you even supposed to say in a moment like this?

“Am I not pretty enough?” she teases, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “How hard do you want to play before I have you wrapped around my finger?” She chuckles softly, leaning in just a little closer. “You’re pretty feisty. Try kissing me. Might just change your mind.”

You lean in even closer, and she closes her eyes, silently waiting for your lips wherever you dare choose to place them. But what you’re really doing is trying to read her pulse through her wrist—it’s racing faster from your playful teasing. Despite that, Eunbi gently slips her hand under your shirt, pressing her small palm against your chest, silently daring you to make the next move.

She opens her eyes with a flicker of embarrassment crossing her face for having to close them. She sighs softly, “can you stop playing hard to get? I need your help taking off my clothes, you know. Just for a while, make me feel vulnerable. Make me feel wanted.”

“What do I get in return?” you ask with a smirk, finally releasing her wrist that your right hand had been holding onto for what felt like forever.

She pushes you back against the couch’s backrest, straddling you as she leans in close. Her lips find your neck in a quick, heated kiss, and she murmurs softly, “anything.”

You slowly pull Eunbi into your embrace, your left hand sliding from her chest to rest gently at her side. Her curious lips explore you with delicate warmth, and in that quiet closeness, you both find something you’ve been needing—raw, unguarded connection. You want more. Those soft, inviting lips deserve to be kissed deeply, and her body craves the touch only you can give.

“Let me take you to my bed after,” you whisper, feeling Eunbi’s soft lips trail along the side of your neck, devouring you completely. A shiver runs down your spine, your breath catching as warmth floods your body, every nerve ignited by her touch.

“I’d love that,” she chuckles, pulling away just enough to grab both your hands. She compares them, hers noticeably smaller than yours. With a playful smile, she laughs softly, “It’s ironic how your hands were clenched into fists yesterday, but today I’m holding them like I might get manhandled.”

“Is that what you want, Eunbi?” you tease, a slow smile spreading as a playful smirk curls at the corner of your mouth.

“Well…,” she pauses, eyes softening as she glances down at your wound with a hint of playful concern. “Oppa, why don’t you just lie back and let me take care of everything?”

You like her idea—there’s something tempting about letting her take control, but you know damn well you’re not in any shape to do much with that injury to the side of your stomach. It’s a bittersweet feeling: wanting to be involved, yet needing to surrender to the moment.

“Sounds good?” she asks, her fingers lightly tracing the side of your jaw. You can’t help but appreciate the tenderness in her touch—so gentle, especially after the seriousness you showed just yesterday.

“I’m sorry that you have to do most of the work today,” you softly say.

She chuckles softly at your sincerity. “Isn’t that what friends are for? Sometimes we go out of our way just to help a little.”

“You said I can have anything from you, right? Let’s meet next time we’re both free, Eunbi. I’ll make it up.”

“Oh, so manly. You’re not going to take back those words, are you?”

You nod, tilting your head side to side. She finds the gesture way cuter than she expected. “Should we move to a more comfortable place? Your bed?”

With a quiet groan, you lift her into your arms. Eunbi can’t help but giggle, surprised by your sudden strength—and the fact she’s being carried. As you step into the bedroom, the door left slightly opened and forgotten, your eyes stay locked on her, drawn to her eyes.

“Lay down,” she urges softly, tapping your back. “I’ll take it from here.”

After Eunbi slides off, you rest your head on the pillow, eyes fixed on her curves. She slowly undresses herself by taking off her shirt to reveal the light pink bra she has on. You can’t help but admire how stunning she looks by feeling a heat rising inside you as your mind drifts to the thought of your face buried between her tits.

Eunbi grips her waistband, her knees locking in place as she bends down to slide her pants off, letting them fall softly to the floor. You lick your lips and swallow hard, eyes locked on her every move. She teases you with a small, playful sway before crawling onto the bed, settling herself gently on top.

“You’re hot. So damn hot,” you compliment her as your hand brushes against the smooth curve of her thighs up to her hips.

She lowers herself, closing her eyes as her lips part slightly before pressing softly against yours. Like the gentle tide meeting the shore, Eunbi’s touch is both tender and inevitable. You feel the warmth of her breath, the soft weight of her body pressing close. A smile tugs at her lips as she parts just enough to murmur, “may I undress you, handsome?”

Your whispered consent barely leaves your lips before her thighs wrap around you, firm yet inviting, locking you in place. As she pulls your pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, your cock springs free, catching her gaze. Eunbi lets out a slow, deep sigh— the kind that speaks of quiet relief, of tension finally easing as desire takes over.

“It’s so hard,” she chuckles, covering her mouth with one hand, a playful glint in her eyes. With her other hand, she hesitantly traces the waistband of her own panties, fingers trembling slightly as she savors the slow burn between you. There’s no rush—just the tension of anticipation, every second stretching out.

“Come back down and let me take your bra off, Eunbi,” you murmur, voice low and steady, eyes locking with hers. “Just slide your panties to the side.”

She crawls closer, leaning down so you can wrap your arms around her waist and unhook her bra with ease. Her breath brushes against your ear as she whispers, “can’t help but crave my body?”

“Whatever you say,” you murmur playfully, pulling her face closer to press a soft kiss to her lips. Your eyes close as your arms tighten around her. Your tongues dance slowly, teasing and exploring, exchanging heated breaths that mingle with the warmth of the room. Every second, you lose yourself more—the feel of her body, the taste of her lips—completely captivated by such a beauty.

But all that tenderness disappears the moment she breaks away from your lips with a heavy breath and sits upright. “I can’t wait any longer, Oppa.”

You clearly see the dark, damp spot spreading on her panties—proof enough that you’ve already stirred something deep inside her. Without even touching, you’ve got her this wet. The anticipation in Eunbi’s eyes is unmistakable as she slowly crawls back, settling on one knee while spreading the other leg wide. You reach out your hand, offering support in case she loses balance on the soft bed.

Eunbi spits on her hand and wraps it around the tip of your cock as it throbs from a touch. Then with a quick glance at you, she slides her panties to the side and slowly brushes the tip of your cock on her pussy in a teasing way before she slips it in. Both of you exchange a moan the moment you feel the tight hug and Eunbi feeling the length of your cock sliding into her slick walls.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, followed by a soft grunt. Your cock hasn’t even fully disappeared inside her, yet, Eunbi is already struggling to take every inch.

“Don’t rush it, Eunbi,” you let out a breath, feeling the warmth of her walls tighten around your cock.

Her breath catches, and a soft whimper barely escapes her lips. “Oh my gosh,” Eunbi moans, voice trembling with a mix of surprise and pleasure as she arches her back.

You gently grasp her wrist, guiding Eunbi down to lie on top of you. She exhales a heavy, shuddering breath as your bodies press close. “You feel so good, Eunbi,” you murmur, your voice thick with desire for every touch of her skin.

“You’re really stretching me out," she murmurs with her breath soft against the pillow, the warmth of her tits pressing onto your chest. Eunbi moves slowly, riding you with a measured rhythm, savoring each sensation of your cock penetrating her tight pussy—just enough to keep the pleasure building without overwhelming herself and you.

Your lips trail along her shoulders, tasting the warmth of her skin as she muffles a soft moan into the pillow. Your breaths grow heavier, syncing with the rhythm of her movements, while your hands roam freely, exploring the curve of her back before reaching down to her ass. You grab and squeeze, claiming them like it’s all yours with a gentle slap right after.

“So—,” she catches her breath, “aggressive.”

“Sounds like you enjoy it,” you reply back to her with a growl.

“I love it. A lot.”

And that was the last conversation for a few minutes. She’s not riding you hard. She takes every inch slowly, savoring the moment while your cock disappears in and out of her. You let Eunbi moan freely while hearing your own breath catch in her ear. It’s a wordless, therapeutic exchange—your bodies speaking for each other in perfect harmony.

“Eunbi,” you gulp and let a breath out, breaking the passionate silence, “hold on.”

“Can’t help it?” Eunbi murmurs, pausing as she feels your cock throbbing deep inside her. She leans close to your ear, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. “I don’t want you to cum just yet.”

Well, if she doesn’t want you to cum yet, you want her to, on your cock, from your very hands. You’ll make this Waterbomb goddess breathless with her toes curling up. “May you sit up, Eunbi? I want to see how pretty you are.”

That’s one way to make Eunbi’s heart skip a beat. She’s not used to hearing this side of you, and it catches her completely off guard.

“A little flirty, aren’t you?” she gets up slowly from the pillow, chuckling with a smile. Her smile is charming—you’ll admit it, but your attention starts shifting to her tits. She tracks your eyes and grabs your hands, guiding you to touch her tits. “I know you love them.”

“Who honestly wouldn’t?” you murmur and squeeze her tits, playing with them as she grinds on your cock. She holds onto both your forearms as grip while continuing to grind on you.

“Such big arms,” she seductively says, letting out a quiet moan and stares at you for a reply. “How lucky would a woman be to have you?”

“Extremely,” you say, teasing her. She quickly rolls her eyes, getting so annoyed of your cheeky response. It’s almost like she expected that. “What’s wrong, Eunbi?” you softly chuckle to play innocent, when you can assume she’s hating.

“Fuck you,” she chuckles along with you and pauses from grinding to guide your hands to her hips.

“But you are though,” you quickly reply, staring at each other in the eyes, which, you aren’t going to look away until she does. “Take a breath, Eunbi. Slow down if you have to. We have time.”

“Why do you stare at me like that, Oppa?” she says, brushing her thumb on your arm.

“Like… what?”

“You have charming eyes. No one told you?”

You shrug, unsure if she’s just bluffing because she’s on top of you with your cock deep inside her.

“It’s a compliment, by the way,” she murmurs and rides you slowly, not breaking eye contact. But you can clearly see how pink her cheeks have gotten. Slowly, you trace one hand down from her tits to her crotch as she lets go from your arms and place it on your chest. You slowly rub her clit as she lets out a whimper with her body quivering. “It’s sensitive, Oppa,” she moans.

Well, that just makes it a whole lot easier.

“I want you to cum, Eunbi.”

She stops riding you once the tip of your fingers rub her clit in circles. Eunbi’s moans get loud, neither are you stopping when your cock is lodged so deep that you can feel every pulsation from her walls. She struggles to even position still on top. You’re enjoying this, a lot. Just hearing the beautiful voice of hers makes you want more.

“Oppa,” she murmurs out with a groan and her body starts quivering uncontrollably, grinding gently on your cock. Eunbi’s breath turns heavier, arching her back, closing her eyes as she faces up towards the ceiling, cumming hard with her hands gripping onto your chest. It’s a sight to see her tits mashing each together with the body spasms as she continues to whimper and moan. Eunbi quickly grabs onto your hand, stopping you from rubbing her clip. She can’t handle more as she lets out a gasp, begging you to take it a little easy on her.

“Come back down, Eunbi,” you murmur, pulling her down as you’re greeted with her tits in your face. So without a single hesitation, you suck on them—both sides in respectful turns. Her breaths are still heavy as she rides out her orgasm. You burry your face between them and catch a breath, all while she smiles from all the sensitive nerves being felt from her chest and your cock.

“I told you my pussy is very sensitive,” Eunbi chuckles in between her breaths.

“Couldn’t help it,” you murmur, not a thought of stopping from feasting on her tits.

She continues to ride your cock slowly. There’s a sense of shyness from Eunbi after you made her cum. Every subtle touch and attention of yours makes her have some closure like she wanted.

You take a breath as she doesn’t stop pushing back down onto your cock. “Keep going. Just like that, Eunbi.”

“Love it that much?” she murmurs and lets out a seductive chuckle.

“Yeah,” you utter, gasping. Your hands reach to her ass for a tight, yet gentle squeeze.

Eunbi can tell you’re reaching your limit from how creamy and slick your cock’s penetrating into her. If Eunbi can make you have a memory of her, she’ll want this next moment to be for you. If she’s all smiling and laughing on your screen, Eunbi wants you to know that there’s still unfinished business the more she waits for a second time together.

“Cum,” she murmurs, kissing your neck, “cum inside this tight, little pussy.” Then she takes a quick breath, “it’s all yours, handsome.”

“Don’t slow down,” you gasp, grunting as Eunbi smiles by the way she picks up the pace. Feeling every throb, every breath onto her tits, and hearing your moans, you cum, making her feel the warmth of you cumming inside her. However deep Eunbi wanted it, you couldn’t stop cumming from how good this felt.

Eunbi pauses with your cock throbbing less and less every second. You feel her lips pressing against your neck, then up to your own. She gives you a kiss on the lips, almost like a passionate thank-you gift—another one.

“I let you cum in me for a reason, Oppa,” she murmurs, quickly pressing her lips back onto yours, intentionally not letting you speak a word. However, you’ll throw that to the side for now when her soft lips are craving more.

——

Eunbi lies beside you, her fingers gently tracing the edges of the bandage on your arm. You run your hand through her hair with slow care, both of you half-dressed, bodies still warm from the closeness. The room is quiet, wrapped in a kind of peaceful intimacy.

“Did you enjoy it?” she asks out of the blue, her voice soft and curious. Her pointer finger begins to trace slow circles over the bandage on your arm where the wound rests beneath. It’s a gentle, soft gesture—part playful, part intimate—as if she’s feeling out your answer not just in words, but through your body.

“The sex?” you reply.

“Yeah,” she chuckles shyly, unable to look at you.

“I did, Eunbi.”

She’s glad you enjoyed it, and with a smile, she giggles, “I needed that after working so hard for these past few months. I feel so… relieved.”

“It just had to be with me, wasn’t it?” you chuckle and tease her as she looks down at the side of your stomach where your stitches were.

“I couldn’t help it, Oppa. You let me in your home despite the fame I have. I’m sure I wasn’t the only woman in this bed.”

“You don’t think any less of me for that… do you, Eunbi?” you ask quietly, your gaze steady but your tone carrying the weight of curiosity.

“I get it. And I don’t think I’m the only one who’d feel this way. You didn’t treat me like some celebrity when I walked in. You weren’t chasing after anything, not my fame, not my body. It didn’t feel like you had some hidden motive. You’re… a good guy. I respect that.”

You look at Eunbi with a genuine smile, meeting each other’s eyes, “thank you.”

It’s a simple compliment, bit enough to make her heart flutter. “If anything, I should be the one saying thank you,” she murmurs with a small smile.

“Then kiss me if you mean it,” you laugh as she playfully hits you on the chest gently.

“You’re annoying,” Eunbi chuckles.

“But I’m too hot to be annoying, right?”

She’ll ignore the question, only because she doesn’t want to admit it again. “Do you want me to stay over tonight? Actually, may I? If you’re not busy?”

“I have a debriefing tomorrow in the early afternoon. Will that work for you?”

“What’s that?”

“Just going over about what happened yesterday. What went wrong, what could have been prevented, you know, those stuff. It’s required.”

“Are you there as the Boss or a colleague?”

You smirk, and teasingly chuckle in her face with no intentions of telling her.

You find yourself staring at her lips the longer she talks beside you. Sana never wants to sit across from you—she always chooses to sit right next to you. It’s that clingy side of her that you find so charming. On rainy days like this, she’ll cling to the side of your shirt and follow you everywhere around the house, like personal space doesn’t even exist.

“Oppa, are you even listening to me?” Sana pouts, giving you a playful side-eye.

“Yeah,” you whisper, staring right at her glistening lips coated in grease. The way they catch the light has your thoughts wandering, and for a moment, you forget what she was even talking about. The playful smirk on her face only makes it harder to look away, and you can’t help but wonder if she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“What did I say?” she chuckles. Just to get yourself out of this, you lean a little closer, eyes lingering on her soft lips before meeting her gaze. Sana does the same, her flirtatious smile growing as she gently bites her lip right in front of you, then pauses. “You weren’t listening, were you?” she says, her voice dropping to a seductive, shallow tone.

You feel her hands slowly reaching up your thigh, her fingertips tracing teasing circles along your skin. Sana’s touch is deliberate, as if she’s savoring every inch of you, her intentions clear in the way she continues to look into your eyes. Her grip is soft yet firm, a silent promise of what’s to come as she inches closer to your crotch.

Your breath stutters when her palm finally presses against the growing bulge in your pants. Your cock stiffens under her attention, aching for more as she squeezes lightly, testing your reaction. A quiet groan escapes your lips, and Sana smirks, pleased with the effect she has on you. Your adrenaline starts to rush like a wave. It’s like a surge you can’t handle by how small her hands are, the very hands you hold her down in bed while her legs are spread apart in the air, the heavy breaths and moans she makes that are so engraved in your mind.

"Sana," you quiety utter, gently pushing her hands off of you and take a deep breath.

"What's wrong, Baby?" she whispers, licking her bottom lips, really seducing you now.

"Is there something you want to do after this?" And honestly, you're hanging on a thread right now by trying to control your desires for Sana.

“You,” Sana smiles, seeing her own reflection in your dilated pupils.

Honestly, it’s not even a surprise to hear her say that.

“Sana, let me wash the dishes first. Then we can go to bed."

“Do it later,” she smirks, fighting back with your hand as she easily grabs onto your thigh again. “I want you. So bad.”

The way she’s staring at you is downright tempting, making it hard to focus on anything else—like the dishes you were supposed to be washing by now. You want to forget it all, pick her up, and carry her to the bed. You swallow hard, unsure of what to do as her gaze moves from your lips to your eyes, never breaking. Sana chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the effect she has on you. She thinks it’s cute how you’re trying so hard to stay composed, even if she seduces you without much effort.

“It’s not a hard choice, Baby. Touch me instead,” she adds, her voice low and husky as she inches closer and closes her eyes. She doesn’t go for the kiss, though—Sana wants you to make the first move. It’s always been that way. The way she speaks so quietly, so smoothly, is starting to strip away every ounce of your composure, leaving you completely lost in the moment. The urge to just carry her and hear her breathtaking moans are tempting.

“Dishes, and then we can get in bed, Sana,” you murmur, taking a deep breath again.

She pouts and murmurs, “you don’t want me? I thought we were thinking of the same idea here.”

“We are, just after doing the dishes, Sana,” you say, grabbing her plate and put it on top of yours to bring it to the sink.

Sana watches you as you get up and walk to the sink with the plates and utensils. “Do you think it’s going to rain harder tonight?” she asks, her voice soft, almost curious of only your answer.

“Looks like it’s not stopping until midnight if I remember. Why?”

“Just wondering,” she says quietly as you turn on the faucet, her eyes following you from the dining table. After a brief pause, she stands up and walks over to you. “Do you want some help?” she asks, brushing behind to stand beside you.

Since she’s already here, you don’t bother brushing her off. You can tell she’s a little annoyed. The subtle pout on her lips gives it away. “Mind rinsing, Sana?” you ask, scrubbing the plate in your hands with a sponge.

“Okay,” she smiles and stands beside you patiently. “Oppa.”

“Hmm?” you say, giving her a plate to wash as she grabs it and rinses it with water.

“Can you buy me a bra? I saw one online that I want. I’ll wear it next week when I come over if it arrives early. I’ll keep it here with you too,” Sana chuckles.

“Share the link to me later. But the closet is full of Tzuyu’s belongings already and some from Jihyo. I don’t want anything to get mixed up.”

“Jihyo?” Sana utters, putting the plate on the drying rack. “Is she coming over often that I didn’t know?”

“No. Jihyo just stayed over for a few days and asked if she could leave some of her stuff here. That’s all."

“Oh,” she says and looks over at the stovetop to see the frying pan. “Are you washing that too?”

“Can you get it for me, Sana?” you say, rinsing the last plate instead of her.

“Okay,” she says and quickly flicks the water off her hands to keep it from dripping on the floor before going to get the pan. It wasn’t her intention to splash your face and shirt with a few stray droplets, but you couldn’t help thinking she did it on purpose—just to mess with you.

You pause for a moment, eyes narrowing with suspicion as you wipe the droplets off your face. Turning to the sink as she gets the pan, you gather a small splash of water in your hand and casually flick it at her the moment she comes back, surprising Sana as she flinches. She gives you a look—half amused, half confused, and a light chuckle.

“Hey,” she says softly, brushing the water from her face before turning back to the sink. With a quick flick, she sends a splash your way after reaching for the faucet and laughs. You try to give her a return fire, but Sana catches your wrist in the middle of the chaos. Instead, you use the moment to pull her aggressively toward you, the playful tension turns romantic instantly as she blushes and meets your gaze. Somehow, Sana’s making your heart flutter. “Are you nervous?”

You gulp, “your cheeks are red, Sana... and I haven’t touched you yet.”

"I love it when you stare at me like that," she flirts back.

Yet, the two of you keep pretending there’s nothing more, turning a blind eye to what it could mean to one another. Brushing off the glances, the silence that lingers too long, the way she’s still holding onto your arm. Even if the rain continues on outside, all the attention was on Sana.

She gives you a light tug, silently urging you to forget the pan in the sink and take her somewhere more intimate—the bed. Her hands trail down from your arm, locking around your wrist as she starts to pull you. Her seductive laugh filling the air as she drags you slowly out of the kitchen.

“I made you wait too long, Sana,” you say softly. Outside, the rain pours harder, drumming against the windows like restless fingers tapping, as if the storm itself had been waiting for this moment—urging you both to stop pretending and finally let your feelings collide.

As you walk into the hallway, her grip tightens around your wrist, refusing to let go. Once the two of you reach the bedroom, you push Sana down onto the edge of the bed with her legs dangling. She quickly pulls off her shirt, then unbuttons her pants, letting you slide them off—all while you take your time removing your own.

“Sana, we have all day. What’s the rush?” you chuckle, pulling off your shirt. Her hands glide over your chest before sliding down to tug your boxers free, letting your cock spring out right in front of her. She lets out a soft laugh, her gaze locked onto you as you gently push her shoulder, guiding her down onto the bed. In one swift motion, you yank her pants the rest of the way off.

“No need to close the door,” she murmurs, sitting back up and pulls you close until your bodies press together. She wraps her fingers around your cock, and with a slow tease, she spits a long strand of saliva right onto the tip.

“Want to do the honors?” you murmur. Without a response from her, she teases you, rubbing your cock against her folds before sliding it inside. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she sinks back onto the bed, arching her back subtly and moans.

“Push deeper,” Sana whispers, and you obey effortlessly, pushing slowly into her tight pussy, which continues to hug your cock harder the further you go. Leaning down toward her, you feel her hands grip your back, pulling you closer against her chest.

“Sana,” you moan into her ear, pausing to catch your breath as her fingers dig into your back. She returns the favor, gasping your name—not “baby” this time, which doesn’t surprise you, but the way she says it now feels different. While the rest of the world remains clueless, shes here, every week to what it feels like a dream. You can picture Sana naked in your mind. Her scent lingers on your pillows for days afterward. She never bothers with panties or a bra when it’s just the two of you, because why would she? As Sana moans from beneath, you thrust in slow, deep strokes. She’s not thinking of her worries, only you—right here, right now, in this moment.

Her breaths are coating your ear—every moan, whimper, and gasp to stoke your desire. The rain drums a rhythm against the windows, wrapping you both in a feverish haze as you reach for her right leg to positision her better. Sana moans harder, grunting and whimpering one after another as she turns her head to the side from how much deeper you're penetrating her walls.

“Good girl,” you growl, clenching your teeth, because, funny enough, she’s really digging her nails into your back.

“I love it, Baby,” she whispers and takes a deep breath once she feels you pushing your cock back in. “Just like this.”

You’re not planning to stop, but push her limits by a little. Sana’s comfort zone is this much—not too hard, not too gentle, but maybe, with the weather as an excuse, your passion for her is burning hotter than it ever was. So, slowly, you thrust back, then drive your cock into her as she squeals. You groan and take a quick breath with her, all while both of you feel a smile from each others cheeks.

She chuckles with a heavy breath, thinking it’s super romantic how you are today. Sana never felt this much when you’re pushing against her body like she means so much to you. “I’m all yours,” she murmurs and lifts her chin up against your shoulders.

Without a response, you continue to drive into her slick pussy, setting a rhythm as she doesn’t let you go from her embrace and take your cock. You hear Sana’s struggling, but knowing her, it’s any minute now that she’ll cum. She squirms and lets out more erotic moans, panting with her toes curling up.

“Cum, Baby,” you say.

“You’re so,” and she takes a quick breath, “fucking deep, Baby.” Then Sana squeals, moaning your name out as you pick up the pace, making her cum and squirm around. You take a quick breath, cock throbbing without letting her get a single rest while she’s still cumming. Sana taps your shoulders, telling you to slow down. It’s cute, yet hot when she’s letting you be more aggressive this time around on rainy day.

“Okay,” you chuckle, turning your head towards her cheek to give Sana a kiss on the neck and leave your cock deep in her without a single thrust. “Take your breaths, Baby.”

Neither do you realize that you’re calling her “baby.” It’s making her heart flutter in all the dangerous ways as she gives you a hug in silence.

“You’re being so adorable, Sana,” you say, lifting your head towards her and stare into her eyes.

“You love it, don’t you?” she murmurs, taking a heavy breath, then chuckles. “I know you do.”

“Very,” you murmur, going in for a kiss on her lips as she closes her eyes. Slowly, you continue to thrust your hips against hers, less aggressive to let her enjoy every inch before you cum. “Give me your hands, Sana.”

She lets her hands off of you, and you interlock them with yours, pinning them onto the bed. Her mouth is slightly opened, breathing heavily with her eyes closed as you stare at Sana from above. You know how beautiful she is, you love this view, this voice of hers as Sana moans in such a beautiful, feminine voice. It drives you fucking insane that cumming deep inside her is the only way to finish this.

“Sana,” you groan, thrusting faster as your cock throbs without you hesitating. And at the last moment, you drive your cock in, deep, cumming hard in her, all while you stare at her beauty. “Sana,” you groan her name again.

To Sana, this is super romantic as her heart melts from you calling her name so lovely and how your hands tightly interlocking hers while feeling the warmth of your cum flooding into her womb. She falls silent as you catch a breath and kisses your neck. Her legs slides off your hips and hangs from the side of the bed. As a favor, you break her off from kissing your neck and look at each other. Sana gulps as you lean closer, intentionally wanting her to think you want her lips, but quickly, you kiss her on the forehead.

It’s just flirting, but really, it’s genuinely a love language that you’ve yet acknowledged to notice how small that gesture was to her.

“Oppa…” she gulps until her throat becomes dry and continues to hold your hands when you’re taking longer to respond. “Baby? Why so romantic?” she chuckles.

You subtly pout and let go of her hands to brush the side of her hair, “because you’ve waited long enough for this today, Sana.”

Again, she falls silent when you’re smiling at her and looks at you getting up to pull out.

“Let me go wash the pan quickly, Sana,” you say, putting on your boxers. “May I? We can cuddle after. I promise.”

She shyly giggles as you reach for her panties to put it on her and slowly pull it up her legs. “Okay. Fine. I’ll wait here. You better come back quickly.”

As you rush out and head to the kitchen to clean the pan, Sana’s getting drowsy, her body sinking deeper into the warmth of the blanket wrapped around her. She tries to stay awake, her eyes fluttering shut and then open again, trying to hold out until you come back. Eventually, she gives in, drifting off to sleep while facing the door, waiting for you.

“Sana,” you call out her name with a playful tone as you head back to the bedroom. But when you open the door, she’s already asleep. You half-expected her to be waiting, to curl into your arms like she always does—but today was different. Things got a little more passionate than either of you anticipated, and now she’s lying there, completely asleep.

“May I take a break, please?”

You’re thinking about it. You know she’s so tired that her arms will most likely give out any minute now.

“Are you frustrated with me, Sir?” she asks.

“No, Seungyeon. Why would I be? Let’s take a break,” you say, swimming backwards to a shallower depth as she follows you to get out of the pool.

Even as you stare at her, she looks incredibly hot with her hair all wet. Before Seungyeon got into the pool, she had come out of your bathroom in a one-piece swimsuit, and you tried not to make it obvious that you were checking her out. But what’s super obvious is that Seungyeon doing the exact same thing.

“So like..” she says, grabbing the towel from your hand after you give her one, “I have a question. What was your first impression of me?”

“When we walked past each other at the award shows?”

“Yeah.”

“Pretty,” you say, smiling at her. “That dress looked amazing on you.”

“Aw, thank you. I remember seeing you standing out so much from across the hallway before we passed each other. You were very handsome, by the way.”

“Thanks?” you chuckle.

Seungyeon gently places her hand on your chest, shyly, yet very bold. “So, we’re adults, right?”

“You’ve been checking me out, Seungyeon. It’s super obvious.”

“But you’re not checking me out? You said I’m pretty. Something isn't adding up."

“I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t, Seungyeon,” you smirk.

She chuckles, and then you felt a gentle squeeze from her hands on your chest, “pervert.”

“Here we go, I guess I’m in the wrong?”

“Gosh, who knew Twice’s bodyguard was this hot,” she stares at your shoulders, completely ignoring your question.

“You’re acting very different ever since we got out the pool, but I think I like where this is going.”

“See how mature we are? Leave the inappropriate thoughts for later, and later is right now.”

Both of you meet each other’s gaze. It gets quiet with only the birds chirping in the mid-evening. Seungyeon licks her lips, and you follow her lead, doing the same.

“May-” both of you say at the same time.

“You first,” she laughs. You like how she laughs, it’s on the shyer side.

“No, ladies first,” you say.

“May I borrow your lips?”

“If you promise to give it back, Seungyeon.” With a smirk, and a gentle pull on her chin, you lean in, closer and closer together for a kiss. She tilts her head to the right, and you tilt to the left, aggressively kissing each other by the second until it turns to French kissing.

Seconds felt like minutes by fighting over dominance through kisses, and she’s really putting up a fight. Seungyeon’s an actress after all.

“Let’s go inside,” you murmur, breaking the kisses.

“Should we?” she chuckles and puts her arms on your shoulders. You lift her up, hands on Seungyeon’s ass, and carry her inside slowly. “Gosh, you’re strong too,” she utters. “Lift me up so easily.”

As you turn the doorknob, you quickly get inside and shut the door while she makes out with your neck. “Seungyeon, relax,” you whisper. “This isn’t a movie scene.”

“Oh shut up,” she laughs.

Walking past the living room, you have only one place in mind—the bed. She crashes down onto the mattress and stares at your chest, so you crawl right on top of her, guiding her hand to rest on your chest. 'You love this, don’t you?'"

“So fucking charming,” she utters and laugh, covering her mouth shyly with her other hand. “How did we end up here?”

“Beats me,” you chuckle, letting go of her hands as she freely explores, while you grab onto the strap of her swimsuit. “May I?”

“Of course. That’s very respectful of you," she says. You pull the strap to the side as it loosens onto her shoulders. Seungyeon pulls you closer for a kiss with her hands on your shoulders, “I can feel something hard between by legs.”

"It's going inside you in a bit." You gently yank on her swimsuit to reveal her tits and give them a lick, then a passionate suck on her nipple. She chuckles and holds you until her nipples are coated in your saliva.

“It was pretty cute if you. Anyone ever said you look cute when your face is between their tits?”

“First time an actress ever said that to me," you smile, leaning in to kiss her on the lip. “How wet are you?”

“How about you find out,” she chuckles. “Gosh, I can’t believe we’re doing this. It's only been a day with you."

“There’s no turning back,” you say and slowly trace down, kissing Seungyeon’s chest, to her stomach, and down between her inner thighs.

“Oh, gosh,” she utters. “Mhmm.”

Seungyeon arches and lets out a quiet moan once she feels your breath between her legs. “It’s very sensitive right now,” she gasp.

Driven by lust, you couldn’t wait any longer. Before she can even realize, she lets out a deep moan once your tongue licks her pussy with her legs spreading wider. Seungyeon moans, “fuck, yes, yes, right there.”

Her head digs deeper into your pillow, eyes all shut with a smile on her face from being eaten out. Your tongue swirls, and you can feel Seungyeon trying to catch her breath, gasping for air the more you passionately make a small mess on her pussy.

She grips right onto your hair, pulling and squeezing with all her might. You can barely hear her moans after feeling her legs closing in on the side of your face. Seungyeon’s legs were tightly locking you in as she squirms side to side, continuously moaning and chuckling from how you're devouring her.

“Fuck!” she moans, screaming out her pleasures and you pull off from her pussy to let her catch her breath.

“Sorry, I got carried away,” you chuckle, then give her a mischievous smirk.

“Put it in already. I can see how hard you are,” she says, breathing heavily.

You take off your swim trunks, and she’s staring right at your cock after all the curious and inappropriate thoughts of wondering how big you were. She gulps, and gulps again, covering her mouth with her legs still spread open.

“It’s not like you’ve never seen a man’s private part, Seungyeon,” you tease her.

“I just haven’t done it in a while, okay?” she shyly looks to the side, embarrassed.

“I don’t judge, Seungyeon,” you say and lean over to slowly put the tip of your cock inside Seungyeon. She quietly moans, then grabs onto the side of your arms with both hands.

“Slowly,” Seungyeon gasp, gripping onto your arms. “Don’t be too rough on me.”

“I wasn’t planning on it anyways. Why would I hurt a pretty girl like you?”

Slowly, and gently, you push deeper inside her, deep enough where you can see her mouth open without a fight. “Fuck,” she moans. “Ugh.”

You lean closer to her face, and brush her hair while you thrust slowly for her sake. “Is it a problem if I,” you take a breath, “cum in you?”

“I never said you couldn’t,” she gasp with her body in rhythm to the way your body was pushing against her thighs. “You feel so good.”

“I can say the same.” You then kiss her on the lip as it quickly breaks into French kisses. She’s an actress, you know they can kiss, it’s what’s charming about Seungyeon. She holds you in with her arms all over your back, just caressing your shoulder blades as you thrust deeper into her pussy.

“You can go faster,” she whimpers. So you did, enough to make you find a good rhythm where her legs cling onto your hips. “Yes, right there.”

“So demanding,” you grunt right after, stopping deep into her pussy as it throbs. You can feel her chin right on your shoulders to where her moans sound so elegant.

“You’re not cumming, are you?”

“No, just not yet,” you chuckle, trying to cover the fact that Seungyeon’s moan turns you on so much.

“How about we change into a new position?” she says. And you don’t why, but the little conversations with her felt refreshing.

“Lay down sideways, Seungyeon,” you say, slowly pulling out and hearing the wet noises from her pussy.

She doesn’t answer, but gets on her side with one leg out in a ninety degree angle. You gulp from just seeing this woman looking at you from the side, “like this?”

“I was thinking of lifting your leg,” you say, unbothered as you quickly put the tip of your cock back in, and slowly going deeper while she groans.

You see Seungyeon gripping the bedsheets after a few seconds, and from just being on top to see her, your eyes are filled with lust, seeing Seungyeon’s ass slowly bouncing, the side of her tits, her back arching, and even the beauty of her face.

“Fuck,” you utter, grunting, thrusting faster mindlessly to hear her moan louder and grope her ass tightly, squeezing it until you’re satisfied.

Her groans are deep, moans so elegant, and the way she’s starting to whimper only made you want more, selfishly. “Right there,” she gasp, breathing harder.

“You love it, don’t you?” you say in a lower tone.

“Yes,” she gasp. “Fuck me.”

Despite her not wanting you to be too rough, you found a sweet spot, right for the two of you to enjoy each other in bed with an overwhelming amount of built up lust from today. You’re drowning in this feeling. Seungyeon’s purely beautiful, but the tight swim suit she had on added to the fueling desire.

But before you knew it, it’s too late, your cock is throbbing inside her. So you cum, without a second thought.

“Oh-” she utters, feeling a rush of warm cum inside her as you crash down, right on top of Seungyeon.

“Seungyeon,” you moan, gasping and grunting. She starts to kiss you, aggressively, wanting your lips glued to hers.

“Mhm,” she moans, “this was worth the wait.”

“It’s worth it if we both cum,” you say, trying to catch your breath and place your hand on her clit. “May I?”

“Keep it in me. I want you to feel me cumming, at least.”

You don’t reply, but slowly rub her clit in circles, gradually going faster. And out of desire, you couldn’t stare at her lips without giving them some attention, so you continue making out with Seungyeon. You just couldn't help it with an actress.

With her breaths coating your face, and after a few seductive moans, you felt her body squirming.“Cumming?”

“Don’t slow down for me this time,” she chuckles, until it breaks into an erotic grunt, instantly cumming and moaning loudly.

You felt her cumming, right on your cock with the walls getting tighter, to which, you can only utter, “gosh, Seungyeon.”

She grabs your hand, quickly with a tight grip to tell you to stop. And with no words, Seungyeon chuckles.

“That was cute of you, Seungyeon.” You pull out, and cum quickly oozes out slowly from her pussy.

“That was exhausting,” she closes her eyes.

“I didn’t hurt you, right?” you say, getting out of the bed to put on your pants only, because it’s more right to be shirtless in front of her.

“Well, it felt good. So, no? I don’t know. It was fun.”

“Stay the night?” you say, staring right in her eyes and getting onto the bed to brush Seungyeon’s silky hair.

“My car keys are at Jeongyeon. If I stay the night, she’ll know what we did. Actually…well, she did bring us two together today without our respective professions involved, didn’t she?”

You chuckle, “are you going to blame your sister for what we’re doing tonight?”

Seungyeon shrugs, “yeah. Payback. I’m taking her bodyguard for tonight.”

“Are you hungry? We haven’t eaten after we met each other."

“I didn’t know you’re a caring man. But yes, should we order something? Let’s get to know each other more. At least let me know you a little."

“I’ll order. I gave you hell today in the pool either way.”

“Hey, at least you had the time to help me out,” Seungyeon chuckles. “Maybe I should change into comfortable clothes.”

“I’ll be here waiting, Seungyeon. No rush.”

She goes into the bathroom with a set of clothes hanging from her arms. You grab your phone and see a text notification from Jeongyeon from an hour ago:

“Fast Forward?”

There’s a reason why Somi isn’t your client anymore—she switched agencies, that’s the only reason. You advanced quickly, gaining many celebrity clients along the way. It’s the law of attraction: when people seek top talent, companies turn to you. And when Somi needed to make a decision on her own career as an idol, she only had two choices: move to a different agency or continue to have you by her side. It was a hard choice for Somi until she came to the obvious conclusion. You didn’t hold any resentment; you understood her decision. This was all business anyways.

However, the glares in your eyes weren't always so friendly. Your presence was already intimidating, with the black suit, sunglasses, earpiece, and sometimes even a holster at your hip. You didn't smile much, but you got the job done. Initially, Somi thought you were a cold person, but that changed once you became her regular bodyguard. The more time she spent with you, the more her perception shifted. Despite your cold and intimidating appearance, you cared for and protected your client. That was the job you had signed up for.

“I took part in the lyrics,” Somi says, causing you to stop short before opening the door and look back at her.

“What do I have to do with your song?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbles. “Just.. just missed you, Oppa. Don’t you miss me too?”

You couldn't give her an answer when she expected a 'yes,' but you remained silent. Was it wrong to forget about her? You had her phone number, but you never called or texted. Not even to wish her something like a 'Happy Birthday' or 'Happy New Year.'

Somi glances around to make sure no one is watching. Once she's certain both of you are alone, she takes your hand. “I know we are parting ways again after this. But can we catch up? I don’t want you to leave.”

“I think your manager is waiting, Somi. We can catch up next time. Promise?”

“But remember the promise you made with me last time?”

You're clueless. Her question was too vague. It's been years. "What promise?"

“May I come over, Oppa? You’ve seen my place. I never saw yours.”

Somi never slept with you, but it was obvious that she wanted to fuck at the hotel when you went overseas with her, which didn't went her way anyways since this was all business. “Does Chaeyoung talk about me to you, Somi? I’m sure she said something.”

“Oppa, just once. Please?” Somi’s begging for you straightforwardly, you can tell from her eyes that she’s been lonely for far too long. “Aren’t we close? How many years have we not seen each other? It’s been too long, Oppa.”

There’s also not a single lie that you can tell Somi was interested in you, not just sexually, but also romantically. When times change, it’s questionable when you and Somi parted ways.

“Ennik,” you say softly. “Somi.”

“Yes?” she smiles and lets go of your hand.

“Come home with me.”

She chuckles, “finally, you’re not playing hard for once.”

———

“Daddy?” Somi says cautiously out of the blue as you pull into the driveway.

“Is that like one of your kinks?” you chuckle.

“You don’t like it?”

“I’m not judging. I don’t mind it, Somi.” You turn the car off and close the garage door. “Let’s go inside.”

She's unusually quiet, waiting impatiently as you both exit the car and walk inside. There's no doubt that Somi won't let you off the hook the moment you step in. She's hungry. She's lonely. As you shut the door calmly, before you can even turn around, she gets on her knees with her hands in her lap, looking up at you desperately.

"Give it to me, Daddy," she softly pleads once you see her kneeling, slowly placing her hands on your pants and pulls down slowly.

“Somi,” you take a breath, "how much did you missed me?"

"So much." Somi leans closer, staring right at you from below and getting a whiff of your crotch.

"Then show me how much you missed me. Be a good girl."

Somi doesn't respond, but you can see it in her eyes that she wants to be proven worthy. And slowly, Somi bites onto the waistband of your boxers, then pulls it down with a wicked smirk, and you felt her nose dragging against your skin.

She’s not someone who you just met. You know that she's a horny one at heart. Somi didn't want to waste any time. Her breaths came shallow and quick, as if each breath were full of desperation. She gulps and stares at your cock the moment it flings out of your boxers. But before you give her a taste, what's the fun without a small tease? You already have her in a chokehold, and she wouldn’t want to escape it.

"Take off your shirt," you demand, caressing her cheeks. Somi didn't even hesitate and takes off her shirt, revealing a black bra as you stare at her cleavage. Her tit's are round and perfect, more than enough to where you would want your face in between.

“Good girl.” you say, smirking.

She leans closer again and only stares at you after a quick kiss on the tip of your cock. “I’ve been fantasizing about you. I thought about you late last night."

“I’ll make it come true, Somi.” You say, brushing her hair and getting a clear view of her beauty. Once her mouth opened, she wanted only one thing: to taste you. But knowing how desperate Somi is, you're not letting her. Not this easily. You pull her hair back and she gasp, staring up to meet your gaze.

Somi gulps, which was loud in this quiet house. “Daddy,” she whispers. You saw your own reflection in her eyes as she looks at you.

“Open your mouth,” you say, wanting to be in control. Quietly, she opens her mouth without hesitation and you slap your cock right on her cheeks, not once, but twice as she flinches and smiles, then Somi wickedly chuckles.

“I’m such a slut for you.”

“It should be that way,” you say, a deeper tone that made her heart to start fluttering. Your cock was right in front of Somi. She’s impatiently waiting like a good girl. “Keep your mouth open and your tongue out.”

Again, she listens to everything you demanded. Her eyes gleamed, begging you so desperately to the point she’ll do anything just for a small taste. And as you’re curious to how desperate she was, her salvia starts to drip off the tip of her tongue.

You slap your cock right on her tongue, then held her nape with no intentions on letting Somi have it her way. You’re planning to ruin her face. She deserves it. There’s no excuse if Somi’s been waiting for this day. And with a small thrust into her mouth, she chokes once you reached the back of her throat. You push harder, slowly every few seconds without pulling out your cock.

Somi's throat expands, and you could feel her trying to choke, when it’s only a weak one with your cock deep in her throat. She leans back, almost falling behind, and you intentionally did it to pin her against the wall. She closes her eyes shut, face trembling to how deep your cock was in. Well, you weren’t trying to make her pass out, but you did start to worry and gave Somi some room to breathe.

She takes a deep breath with your cock still in her mouth. Without a response, Somi grabs onto your hips, bobbing and tilting her head slowly. You couldn’t help but smirk at how much of a slut you made her. There was no sense of pride from Somi. She's going crazy for your cock.

“Good girl,” you groan, complimenting Somi. “Go ahead, have it. Take it.”

“Mhm,” she murmurs. Then there’s a long hum, the type of hum of tasting something delightful. You felt her perfectly manicured nails digging into your skin as she grips harder and harder, cock disappearing in and out from her mouth. Saliva drips down from her chin and right onto her cleavage. You give a hard thrust and her head’s now against the wall, perfect as you smirk to what wicked intentions you have for her face—a hard face fucking.

Somi closes her eyes, letting a tear out by how hard you were thrusting into her mouth. It’s the tears of happiness that everyone gets after getting what they’ve been longing for. You decide to suddenly stop, still with your cock deep down in her throat. And with your thumb on her face, you wiped her tears, smudging her mascara in the process. She looked more of a slut at this point, and you aren’t complain of seeing Somi like this when her hair is sticking to the wall.

“Good girl,” you say, more softly with a deeper tone. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.” Praising her is a cheat code, she loves being complicated and praised at, especially if it’s from you. You’re well aware of how much you meant to her. It’s no secret.

And it’s clear that you’re using her mouth like a toy, she’s choking and gagging. You could care less while you chase this peace of mind from a singer’s mouth. Somi’s not stopping you, neither would you want to.

“Fuck,” you groan softly, taking a quick breath, and seeing how much of a mess her face was and pulls out. Saliva drips down to her tits after she spits more out to make a mess. You love it how she’s just a slut taking your cock like there’s no tomorrow. Her lips are coated in saliva as she worships your cock with her lips pressing right on it.

“Am I being a good girl, Daddy?” she mumbles, lips on the tip of your cock.

“You are. Maybe you should stop talking and show me that you’re even better than a good girl.” Somi’s face was all fucked, a whole hot mess. She’s even more beautiful like this.

“I want it all over my face, Daddy.”

“Should maybe get ready then.”

You grab onto her face, squeezing her cheeks with your fingers and palm right on her chin to make Somi look up at you. You were once her love interest. You were her protector. And now, she’s on her very knees, in a mess taking your aggression. Somi couldn’t say anything, she’s more mesmerized by your glare. You push your cock back into her mouth to make Somi gag and continue to choke all over your cock.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” you groan. Your cock was shoved deep down to the point it bulges out her throat. Her eyes are closed, tears slowly coming down her face. You felt saliva dripping all the way down to your balls. Her small mouth couldn’t take it, but she's not stopping you from using her like a toy.

Your cock begins to throb, violently more as you keep shoving your cock into her mouth. There’s a whole mess on her tits as it’s drying out layer by layer. Somi’s taking it like a slut that she is. It doesn’t matter how rough you were, Somi loves the way your cock throbs. After a deep gasp, and a moan, you pull out. Webs of saliva flows out her mouth and on your cock down to her chest.

She grabs onto your cock to start stroking it. Somi knew what to do. She wants to make you cum all over her face. Her hands squeezes your cock, stroking it faster and faster while looking up at you.

“Make me cum, Somi,” you uttered quickly. “I’ll cum on your pretty face.”

“Give it to me, Daddy,” she murmurs. Her mouths wide open, tongues out, eyes all closed.

You cum by her small hands squeezing and stroking your cock, releasing all the built up sexual tension for years, but all Somi can feel was how much cum there was on her face. With a bright smile, and a couple flinches from cum shooting onto her face, she finally got her fantasy to come true. It’s warm. It’s thick. Just what she’s been craving for.

Somi’s face is the definition of getting face fucked. Her hairs a mess, cum all over her lips, cheeks, and even up to her hair as she couldn’t open her eyes but smile. Then strands of cum stretch and drip down her chin to her tits.

“What a mess,” she utters after swallowing your cum, and the biggest smile you saw from her today. Somi scoops all the cum on her face and licks every single finger.

“You’re missing more, Somi,” you say, wanting her to lick your cock clean. She crawls on her knees to suck you off without a word. “There’s some on your hair too.”

“It’s fine,” she says after pulling off your cock with a loud pop. “You taste good.”

“Was I too aggressive?”

“Kind of. Tolerable thought. But why should I complain?” She then leans in again to give your cock a quick kiss. Her chest is pumping after being used as a toy.

“Water?” you say, wanting to give her some care.

“No,” she whispers shyly.

You grab your pants and gently hand Somi her shirt. She’s still on her knees with the shirt rolled up into a ball as she covers part of her chest. “It’s not a problem if you want get in my panties if you’re thinking about it right now.”

Well, you did give her a hard face fucking. It’s only right that you give Somi a time to rest. As you put on your pants, she’s just staring down at the floor, lost in thought.

“What are you thinking, Somi?”

“Are you gonna kick me out?” she says, looking up at you. There’s a pure moment of silence, you couldn’t believe what she just said. After face fucking her? Why kick her out?

“Do you want me to, Somi?” you smirk, teasing her when you aren’t planning on kicking her out.

“You want my pussy? I’ll give it to you right now for as long as you want. Please let me stay for a while, Oppa. Please, Daddy?”

You’re dumbfounded to why Somi thinks that you’ll kick her out. “Calm down, let’s go sit on the couch. I’m not telling you to leave.”

“Oh,” she embarrassingly says and puts on her shirt. After Somi stands up, she follows you to the couch and sits right beside you. Somi couldn't belive that she got naked and took your cock like a slut. Neither did she want to fully admit of being one.

“How was it since you changed agencies, Somi?”

“I really missed you. I couldn’t stop thinking that I might of made the wrong choice to leave you behind. And now you’re with Twice.”

“I’m just a bodyguard,” you chuckle.

“So what? You’re so comfortable to be around with. Isn’t it obvious?”

You shrug, “don’t know.”

“Oppa,” she takes a deep breath. “Was it also obvious that I was interested in you?”

“It was. Why are you bringing this up, Somi?”

“If I can’t buy your love, I’ll sell you my body. That’s the most I can do for you to want me in a way.”

You sigh, “there’s gotta be a better way to word that, Somi. C’mon.”

She then sits closer to you and puts her head on your shoulders, “we never had a proper farewell to each other. I want to thank you for everything.”

“It’s..not like I’ll never take you in as a client again, Somi. If both our schedules are right, I don’t mind taking you.”

“Really, Oppa?”

“When’s your next concert? I’ll come with Chaeyoung.”

“Why come with her when you can be alongside me like we used to? Be backstage and we can eat at a restaurant after with my manager. I want to treat you for everything you’ve done with me.”

“Just text me, Somi. I’ll be there if your agency reaches out to me.”

“Mhm, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Do you plan on spending the night here?”

“I’m busy tomorrow morning, Oppa,” she sighs.

“I’ll take you home later, Somi.”

“Come out. We should talk, Oppa.”

“Let’s go to the hallway near the bathroom. There’s no cameras.”

“No wonder you get paid so much. Just scanning everything like a muscle memory,” she said, chuckling on the way to the bathroom. “Sometimes, I feel like you’re not human.”

“That really hurt, Jihyo,” you said playfully, “I didn’t know you would show up here. I saw your schedule, but coming here? That’s surprising.”

“Just curious to see. Since we both are here, maybe I’ll come over tonight instead.”

“Are you really curious, or was this an idea that you want to fall through and sleep on my bed?” You said, teasing Jihyo and staring at her gorgeous back.

“Who knows. How do I look?” Jihyo turns around for you and poses.

"You look beautiful in that black dress," you complimented with a warm smile, appreciating the way the dress accentuated her grace and style. Her face lit up with a grateful blush, and the simple yet heartfelt compliment added a touch of warmth to the night. But the way you knew how she looked under that dress turned you on more.

“My eyes are up here, Oppa.” She said, laughing softly, catching you staring at her gorgeous body, and cover her mouth with her hands. “I plan to leave, how about you?”

“I have to stay til the end.”

She sighs, “I’ll wait for you at your house.”

“Ask your manager to stay to keep you company. I don’t want you feeling alone in a big house," you said out of worry.

“We both live alone. It’s only right that both of us know how it feels. I’ll be fine, Oppa.”

You didn’t budge but ask her again, “stay with your manager until I’m home.”

"No," Jihyo playfully responded with a confident smile. It was impossible to disagree with her again after such assurance.

“Okay fine. But we should get going. I hear footsteps. Might be a security guard making his way around.” You never fail to surprise her with the smallest things, like hearing footsteps or blind spots that cameras won’t be able to see. 

She could only sigh, yet witnessing this more masculine aspect of you was truly one of her favorites. "Alright, I'll catch up with you later."

You nod and follow her back from a distance. The little dirty thoughts of knowing what she looks like under that dress turned you on even more. As time passes, your only option is to remain standing, communicating with the security room, while you observe the ending of the show hours later.

——

As you enter the garage and step out of the car, she hears you and promptly opens the door to welcome you. However, Jihyo doesn't utter a word; instead, she walks directly towards you and gently pins you to the wall after closing the door for you. In an instant, her lips meet yours, and she kisses you as if she has been longing for the passion you both shared the last time.

No greetings. Just getting straight to the point.

Despite both of your schedules today, the two of you wanted some relief, or better, the whole night that you both deserve after a long day. Her hands hang on your shoulders. As it continued from a genuine kiss to a more passionate one, your hands slowly trace her figure down to her hips, squeezing Jihyo’s ass.

“So damn aggressive, Oppa,” Jihyo said, smiling at you once the two of you made eye contact. "You're very, very handsome tonight."

“Fuck, you know how hot you look in that black dress?” You said, mouth inches apart, and shares of each other's warm breath.

“It’s hotter seeing you in all black, Oppa.”

“Sorry it took so long, Jihyo.” She didn’t respond and continued to kiss all over you lips down to your neck while you traced her curves, grabbing her ass for a tight squeeze again. “All mine for the night?”

“Oppa,” she said, gasping quietly, “remember…what I said to you at the start of all this?”

“What is it?” You said and turned around to pin her to the wall. Your hands never let go of her body and kept touching her with lust. She stares right at you, locking each other's eyes silently for a split second.

“Eat me. I never gave you a chance at the start. I know you’re tired of having the same thing each week.”

“Sana?”

“I never said no names.” She laughs, catching you off guard to start name calling. “Have me. Me for tonight. Eat me and hold me tight. I’ll please you too.”

“You know I won’t disappoint you, Jihyo.” And within an instant, you lift up her dress slightly to see that Jihyo didn’t have any panties on. She got you flustered, and you can only question her, “what’s going on? Don’t act like Sana. This is so not you at all.”

“Got too impatient waiting for you. Couldn’t help but play with myself for a while.”

“I kept you waiting, didn't I?" You then nod side to side with a gentle smile, "you don't have to anymore.” And you slowly trace between her crotch right onto her clit to feel how wet she has gotten. Curiously, you tap her pussy gently, just feeling a string of her juice stretch onto your fingers. “It’s very wet. Tell me what you were thinking while I was gone, Jihyo. Tell me everything. Tell me what we should do on this lovely tonight.”

She remains locked to your eyes, moaning ever so quietly as you rub her clit slowly. “I just,” she whimpers quietly, “want to be held in your arms and feel like I’m the only woman in the world.”

Unexpectedly, you felt some pity, some gratitude at the same time when she wants you, and only you to make her feel this way. Ever since the first time you fucked her, you never got a taste of her at all, but only get to feel how tight she really was, and with a smirk, you lick your fingers immediately once you pulled out to get a taste of Jihyo as she quietly looks at you for a compliment.

“May you cum on my face later?” You said, licking your lips and finger her again while Jihyo could only pant quietly.

You gaze at her, right in her eyes, and hear her beautiful voice, continuously fingering her even faster, deeper with another finger inside. “Oppa,” she moans and squeezes your shoulders, “I just want you.”

The difference between Jihyo at the award show and right in your house was vastly different. In the public eye, she shows confidence, smiling for cameras. Yet, in the private moments away from the spotlight, she seeks comfort, desiring to be held in your arms without the presence of cameras. Slowly tracing her body, you quickly lift her up and carry her to the couch with your hands on her ass.

“After a long day, we both deserve this time. Am I right, Jihyo?” You toss her on the couch and took the advantage of being on top to kiss her neck. She tilts her head in the opposite direction from your kisses to give you every space possible.

“Want to stay up for the night?” She quietly moans more from the feeling of your lips all over her neck.

“It’s been a long day, but if you want, we can. Staying up is simple.”

“Busy tomorrow? I don’t recall you being busy.”

“So many questions.” You said with a chuckle and pin her down harder, silently staring right into her eyes. Even avoiding Jihyo’s question, you are busy in the afternoon later, but rather not disappoint her.

“Eyes so seductive,” she complimented.

“Because I’m the one that you’ll have tonight.”

“Let’s go to the bedroom. Eat me, Oppa. Give me what I was missing out on.”

Before you even walk to the bedroom, you see a smile from her, brighter than you can clearly remember from today. Even though she brought a suitcase and seemed to be packing for a vacation, you willingly offered to carry her luggage. Regardless, you didn't pay any mind whether she intended to stay for just a night or several days.

“Oppa, why aren’t you asking about my luggage that I brought over?” Jihyo questioned while taking off her dress.

“I’m fine if you stay over. Let my house be your sanctuary and escape from reality. Whatever’s bothering you, just know I’m here.” You said, concerned nonchalantly, and subtly expressing empathy. Considering Twice's hectic schedules, including yours, it's evident that the members are likely burnt out.

In fact, you could sense something was on her mind at the start of the event when the cameras weren’t focused on her. But when she’s in the spotlight, it was all smiles—fake enough to make you notice the small differences from Jihyo. From just being an observant person, it made you worry for her.

“Oppa,” she said as you stare at her naked body, “thanks,” Jihyo said and you can see her smile fade away. You rather try to make her feel happy instead of knowing what’s on her mind, simply because you couldn’t relate to being an idol after all. But even if she hesitated to say what was on her mind, you wanted her to tell you regardless.

“Jihyo, the door is closed, and it’s only us two together.” You said, sugarcoating and encouraging her to open up comfortably. Despite the close bond within Twice, it's understandable that her leadership role comes with a sense of pride. You're aware that she might feel uneasy about sharing her thoughts with the other members.

“Oppa,” she said, hands out, inviting for a hug in front of you and you wrap your arm around her without a word, “I like the hospitality you give me."

"Feel free to express yourself. When we hug, I can't see your face, so just share what's on your mind, Jihyo." You gently pat her back, with her tits pressed against your chest. If Jihyo needed a shoulder to cry on, you would bring her in your arms without wanting her embarrassed.

“Our schedule was tough, wasn’t it, Oppa?”

“It was…kinda, Jihyo. It was.”

"Are we being too much for you? In a personal way?"

"No, not at all," you said simply.

“I’m just tired. I’m just exhausted. It’s just been rough for all of us including you, Oppa. I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t tell if she was crying or not, either way, you held her in tightly and warmly, her chin on your shoulders as if she was crying behind your back. “Did anyone tell you that you’re doing good? I’m very proud of you, Jihyo. Very.”

Your words had the power to bring tears to her eyes, whether from the struggles or from the sheer motivation it provided. Jihyo's joy was evident in the warmth of her cheeks against yours. However, you didn't realize that these were tears of happiness, or even seeing Jihyo shed a tear. As she held you even tighter, standing still, she embraced the heartfelt words you had given her.

“Want to drink? Celebrate after our busy schedules, Oppa? Just us two. We get along so well together.” Jihyo said out of the blue, smiling and wiping her tears secretly and gets down on her knees to kiss your body and pull your pants down with a mischievous smile.

“Jihyo,” you caressed her cheek and she sucks on your thumb for a tease. “Anyone told you that you look so beautiful today?”

“No..well, apart from my stylist and managers. Thanks.” Jihyo then kisses your tip, licking the bottom side to make your cock twitch on her tongue. "You deserve something, Oppa. And it's me."

“Not even a tease. Just getting straight into it, Jihyo.” It’s not like she can say anything back when you held her nape and pushing her gently down to deepthroat your cock slowly, which you groaned, “Jihyo.”

You fall back onto the bed. Jihyo’s little hum, moan, and her eyes that stared up to you, eased the tough day both of you had. You push her down even more to make Jihyo gag louder. The wet slurps her mouth made echoed in the bedroom, it was pure music to your ears while you closed your eyes. She smiled from the corner of her mouth all because of how pleasured you were. Even Jihyo missed the way your cock tasted and swallowed all the pre-cum that leaked out. You gently let go of her nape to give Jihyo some rest as she pulls off to take a deep breath.

“Think I’m finally realizing why Sana is so obsessed. Fuck,” Jihyo laughs, wiping the small mess on her lips. You decide to seduce her by pressing your thumb against her lips and make her suck on your thumb again.

You brush her hair by the ear just to see her face even clearer, “I love how dirty you can get when the time is right. Can you take it deeper?”

She smirks, “you think I can’t?”

“You’re a singer after all. I’m worried.”

“Studio session isn’t in a couple days. Plus, it’s not like this is our first time together.”

She continues to suck you off, from the tip, you can feel her tongue rubbing against it. You moan, grunting quietly while holding her nape and grip onto her hair, “Jihyo,” you couldn’t help but groan her name. “Fuck, just like that.”

Your breath becomes even heavier, deeper once she started to deepthroat you without any guidance. You feel some saliva drip down to your balls, to which she quickly licks your balls with a light chuckle, and the breath you felt. “Just cum if you can’t handle it. We have the whole night. Don’t be embarrassed, Oppa.”

She squeezes your cock, thumb teasing your tip in circular motion to make it twitch. And again, she doesn’t hesitate to suck you off when your cock is all hers tonight. “Jihyo,” you grunted, “slow down.”

And like she even listened, Jihyo pushes herself down even farther to take every inch when you felt her throat contract and chokes—hard, and pulls out to jerk you off. “Were you worried?”

“No shit.”

“How considerate,” she smirks and admires your cock. “May I get an appetizer? Then all of it inside somewhere else later?”

“If you really can’t wait to get eaten out.” Without hesitation, she sucks only your tip, swirling her tongue around it and under to make you gasp. The whole time, Jihyo sucks and teases your tip for your load of cum. You lean your head into the bedsheet even harder the more she focuses on your tip, and it is only the tip. Her head bobs quickly all in one area that got you tensed up, even making you grunt. “Jihyo. Jihyo.”

Your cock pulsates every bob she does, and it was too much for you to handle when all the focus is the tip of your cock. You would confidently say to yourself that her blowjobs were different than any women. Her soft, warm hands were on your lap, slowly and teasingly caressing your thighs.

“Fuck, Ji-” you said, grunting, cumming right in her mouth as she slows down to feel your cock pulsating. Jihyo didn’t expect how much she got you to cum and your cock didn’t stop pulsating to fill her mouth. Jihyo stopped bobbing for your own sanity. Seconds after, you rub your forehead with the palm of your hands just to come back to reality by what this woman just did—an overwhelming quickie that made her cheeks bloat with cum.

Jihyo awaits for you to look at her, soon as you did, she swallows your cum with your cock still in her mouth and pulls out. “This is just a thank you, Oppa,” she said, wiping her lips, licking her fingers, and brushing her hair to the side femininely.

And you couldn’t snap back into reality at all when it was just an overwhelming quickie.

“You’re so lucky that I rather savor the taste of you tonight. Otherwise, I might make you yell at the top of your lungs tonight.”

“Hey, maybe it’s good vocal practice for me.”

“Shut it.”

“Not if I can shut you up first by sitting on your face, Oppa.”

“Enough talking,” you chuckled and she quickly got up to take the chance to shut you up by sitting on your face while you’re laid down already. "Seems like the tables always turn when you're the one seducing me, Jihyo."

“Enjoy as long as you want.” Jihyo smiled, which you couldn’t see when her tits were in your view. You wrap your arms around her thighs, to where she can feel your biceps locking her in. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all to be on top."

You had enough talking when her pussy was right in your face and started with a simple tease to her inner thighs, closer, and closer to kiss her pussy and lick how wet she was already. You can barely hear her moan with her thighs covering your ears, but it is enough to make her squeal and jerk around while you finally get a taste of Jihyo. She digs into your scalp, unintentionally getting a pinch-like feeling out of it with her nails.

“Oppa,” she moaned with her irregular breathing and the small squirms you felt. “Fuck!”

With a grin on your face, you wanted her to regret what she didn’t let you do—eat her at the start of all of this. As you kept eating her out, you didn’t let Jihyo catch her breath but kept going like you wanted her to moan even louder. 

And she did start realizing and regret what she didn’t let you do.

Her pussy becomes even more wet with your saliva, also your mouth being a mess. Even if she squirms, your tongue stayed glued and gave her a bundle of sensations. You got her feelings on a rollercoaster with your arms around as her only seatbelt.

Jihyo’s body tenses, arching back and face up to the ceiling, then a erotic moan from her within the breaths she takes every second. She was at her limit, legs twitching and jerking, squirming everywhere like her body wanted to be free from your arms. You suddenly pause from eating her, “You’re not cumming anytime soon.”

She quickly catches her breath. “Oppa,” she said, panting and trying to control her breathing, “you have to let me lay down. I can’t handle this.”

“Free yourself.” Even if you knew thigh muscles were more powerful than arms, you cheated your way through by licking her pussy just so she couldn’t escape as she tried to, which she surrendered herself as you slowly savor Jihyo’s pussy.

She can only admire the view down below where your face was no where to seen but only your hair. “You eat me so fucking good.”

“You taste good, Jihyo.” And you press your tongue against her pussy, slowly up and down to devour her. You did free her however, only to grab onto her tits and gently squeeze them. Her toes curl up, every part of her legs tenses, and Jihyo couldn’t take it anymore by the way you’re eating her in all the right spots.

“Oppa, you’re gonna-” Your tongue circles around her pussy; from the clit, slowly down near her ass, you savor every part of what you’re getting tonight and for the next few days. Jihyo’s moans get louder, screaming and covering her mouth like she’s going to cum if you keep swirling your tongue around. “Oppa,” she groaned erotically and an accidental quick scream.

“Let me enjoy you for a bit longer, Jihyo,” you smiled and slowed down from eating her out. From her thighs, you kiss them passionately and made Jihyo chuckle. “I love your body, Jihyo. I really do.”

“My body goes well with yours, Oppa. You’re muscular, while I have everything you need from a woman’s body.”

“I wouldn’t deny it either. Want to change positions?” Jihyo didn’t answer as you released her from your arms. Once she lay down, you got on top of her and kissed her tits, then traced down her body to her stomach, and lastly, again to her wet pussy that you made a mess of. Jihyo’s legs leaned against your shoulders as you slowly licked her pussy. “How much longer can you take it, Jihyo?” 

“Fuck, it’s so sensitive right now. Stop torturing me so much, Oppa,” she laughs, and then moans with her back arching once she felt your tongue digging into her pussy. Jihyo squeezes her tits, moaning even deeper and breaths break into a stream of long pants.

Without a doubt, you wanted Jihyo to cum, not in the hardest way, but calm enough to make Jihyo feel all the sensations. “Cum for me, Jihyo,” you murmured without letting your mouth off of her pussy.

“Fuck!” She moaned loudly, legs jerking, body tensing as you only slowed down to hear her beautiful voice as Jihyo starts to cum. Her legs also pushed you back as you didn't budge but it wasn't enough for your tongue to let go of her clit. As she has her moment, you stare right at her, see Jihyo squeezing her tits when her head was buried deep into the pillow. “Ah!” She clenches her teeth quickly to be quiet at two in the morning and nods side to side once you sucked on her clit, then giving it a kiss as the cherry on top.

“Rest for a bit, then we can go back out.”

“Oppa,” Jihyo said, gasping for air while you waited for her to finish what she wanted to say. “Never mind.” Again, laughing in the most unexpected moments. What Jihyo wanted to say was that she loved how you eat her, but didn’t want to sound like an easy person to please.

You didn’t bother asking and laughed along with Jihyo. “Should we put on some clothes and go to the living room?”

“Mhmm,” she said, smiling with her eyes closed after getting eaten out. You take Jihyo’s hand and made her get up from the bed to dress comfortably. She puts on a shirt—without her bra, panties, and sweatpants that she got out her luggage.

You both leave the bedroom and head to the kitchen. You decide to cut some fruits to arrange on the table. Jihyo, being familiar with the layout of your house, goes to fetch a wine bottle, a couple of beers, and a half bottle of whiskey. As you're busy cutting strawberries and mangoes, you notice her walking back and forth with drinks. Feeling a bit puzzled by the amount she's taking, you chuckle and only look at her. "Jihyo, I don't want you to get too drunk."

“Don’t worry, these are just extras that we might take some sips with.”

You chuckle in a surprised tone, “Sips? I know how you are, Jihyo. Remember when you threw up on my bathroom floor and Nayeon had to clean it?”

“Oppa, stop overreacting. This is a small party for the two of us.”

“Fine. I’ll take care of you if you get drunk tonight then.”

“I won’t get drunk.” She said coming out of the small room that you store all the alcoholic drinks in. You watched as she came out with the final bottle—the whiskey. Jihyo lifted the bottle triumphantly, a smile that she couldn't hide but got to drink with you. "Oppa, this was the bottle that Tzuyu was so adorable after taking a few shots."

“I remembered.” You said, continuing to cut the fruits as Jihyo leans over the counter to patiently look at you cut the fruits. “Mind handing me a plate, Jihyo?”

She hands you a plate and rest her elbow on the counter to look at you. “You look so hot using a kitchen knife.”

You pause, setting aside the task of cutting the last pieces of strawberries, and glance at her. "Are you already drunk?"

“No,” she laughs, “fine, don’t take the compliment then.”

“Fine, don’t take the compliment then,” you playfully mocked her. “Go have a seat, Jihyo. I’ll be there in a few seconds.”

“Need some help? I’ll carry the other plate.” You decide to give her the plate of mangoes and walk behind her to the living room. As soon as she sits, you turn on the lamp and open the blinds slightly to set a calm mood with the night sky in the view.

“Jihyo, I’ll be busy in the afternoon. Hope that’s okay with you.”

“It’s fine. Do what you have to do.”

“Call Jeongyeon or anyone to come over and have some fun while I’m away.”

“It’s alright. I’ll most likely sleep until you come home.” She said, picking up the fork and eating a slice of mango while she contemplates to choose which bottle of alcohol to open.

You glance at the clock on top of the tv—three-thirty in the morning, and look back at Jihyo munching on a strawberry as she makes eye contact with you. “Open the whiskey and let’s have a drink, Jihyo.”

She gladly grabs the whiskey and places it on her chest, tits mashing onto it to give her some leverage. “Oppa,” she said, struggling, “it’s too tight. Can you open it?”

“Gimmie,” you said and twisted the cap easily to pour it into the shot glass. "I might have closed it too tight," you laughed.

“Cheers!” Jihyo said, clinging to each other’s glass and smiling at you before taking the shot. After taking the shot, she sits closer, enough for your thigh to touch hers. You didn’t mind at all. Besides, she feels safer with you than being alone in her apartment. You could clearly tell by her actions.

“Oppa, is Sana getting in the way of you and Tzu?”

“No. Not at all. Why?”

“Sana keeps talking about you in the group chat.”

“Sexually?”

“You know, the way you fuck her. She loves it to the point of sharing with everyone in the chat. Did you know that?”

“Tzu told me a little. But I can’t do anything about it.”

“But how did all of this start? The weekly thing with Sana.” Majority of the members knew that Sana was over every week, but they didn’t know it all started as Jihyo wondered. Which, you couldn’t really come up with an exact answer to.

“It just happened that way. It’s Sana, Jihyo.”

“She's hot, isn't she? I would understand if I were you. Another shot?” She said excitedly. “C’mon, we have all night to ourselves.”

“You’re such a bad influence. Did you forget I’m busy in the afternoon?”

“Wait..then..shouldn’t you sleep? Fuck, we don’t have to this. Maybe next time? Tomorrow night? Or the next?”

“Did you forget? I’m not a human like you said.”

“I didn’t mean it, Oppa. But I think you should sleep instead of staying up with me.” She said with her hands on her chest to show her sincerity.

"It's okay," you say as you take a bite of mango from your fork.

“No, seriously. I think we should just go to sleep. I'll give you something special once we wake up."

“You wanted to stay up. It’s too late to turn back, Jihyo. Let’s just continue."

——

One shot after another, laughter and the clinking of glasses echoed in the air. After an hour, Jihyo's face had turned red. The effects of alcohol were beginning to take her, not just on her, but on you as well. The half-empty bottle of whiskey was completely drained, and she had switched to beer and wine. You couldn't help but anticipate the potential things alcohol would do to her.

“You ever thought of putting a baby in me?” Jihyo said unexpectedly and picked up her cup of beer to take a big gulp.

Even after she spoke, you found yourself at a loss for words. Your mind scrambled to form a response, “I think you’re drunk, Jihyo,” you said, avoiding her question.

“I’m not.” And she gets on top of you, staring right into your eyes, “you never avoid my questions, but is it because it’s too early to talk about this?" Then she tilts her head to the right, "wouldn't you like to see what we created after nine months if we get a chance?"

You discreetly checked her wrist for a pulse, which was beating irregularly due to the alcohol she had consumed. As the room fell silent, you found yourself unable to answer but have to be direct.

“We aren’t in love, Jihyo.” You said, forcing yourself to draw a line between both of you in the most gentle way possible.

“I know we aren't, but it doesn’t change the fact that you would have gotten me pregnant at the start if I wasn’t on a pill.”

“Jihyo,” you chuckled and all flustered, “I mean, I probably would have gotten you pregnant when we first fucked, wouldn’t I?”

"Hey, let's work something out." And she gets closer to your ear, "promise me something. If the stars align, or once everything settles down, I don't want us two to just be all business.”

As confused as you are about what she said, you think she’s clearly drunk saying nonsense things, and at the same time, you were getting buzzed. Perhaps it's because Jihyo is sitting right on top of you, looking hotter than she looked in the dress you saw tonight.

Jihyo is consistently the one who takes the lead in seducing you. She's the woman who effortlessly maintains the conversation, even as you sneak a glance at the clock—five-fifteen in the morning. "J-Jihyo…"

She puts her finger on your lips to shut you up. “I might be drunk, but what I’m saying is what I think of you other than our bodyguard. I may regret what I say once the sun is already up.” And her finger never left your lips. “Shhh. I can’t stand you looking at me so hot.” You stare at her silently, and she rolls up her shirt to only cover you in it with her tits right in your face. The feeling of her tits was warm; they were soft like a pillow. Only you would be able to kiss and suck on them as she held you in without much force but a smile, seeing you under her shirt. You felt her pulse as you explored each side of her tits with your mouth. 

As you sucked on her nipple, you could only think of what she was saying while you were also slowly getting buzzed by how fast your heart was beating. It’s all confusing—the atmosphere, the way Jihyo was pleading you for something in return, and even her grinding on your cock got you to endlessly think of an answer. 

"Let’s take things slowly," she moaned. “Forget the bed. Let’s do it here first. I can’t stand it anymore,” she whispered with a heavy breath. “I love it when you give my tits attention. I love it so fucking much. I love the way you touch and kiss them.”

You didn’t answer at all when all the attention she gave you was her tits. Seconds later, Jihyo decides to take off her shirt and mash both sides of her tits hard on your face. With a chuckle being heard from Jihyo, she found it cute, so much so to get her even wet and make her panties damp from how turned on she was. 

“Oppa,” she moaned from feeling you flicking your tongue on her nipple, and lift you from her tits. You stare right in her eyes, silently seeing how turned on she was. “Let me do you a favor and take off your clothes. May I?”

“I’m not stopping you, Jihyo.”

“You’re really killing me. So damn good.”

“Enough talking. More fucking.”

What you didn’t expect was when she turns off the lamp right beside the couch. Only the moonlight lit the house from the big glass windows and the small faint light from the kitchen. You were enchanted in her spell, seduced and doing it on purpose was one thing—only to see how far Jihyo can seduce you. She slowly takes off your clothes and plant kisses to your neck. “I know you’re loving this, Oppa.”

“I am.”

“Your lips look bored,” Jihyo said. At this point, there was no going back when she’s so drunk right on top of you. Her tone’s different and seductive. You didn’t even bother asking why Jihyo started whispering with no one else in the room except for you. The smell of beer and whiskey lingered from each other’s breath.

Then that would be the last conversation between you two once she quickly takes off her pants and slides her panties to the side. Jihyo puts your cock inside her. Both of you moan quietly when Jihyo sits down and your cock disappears deep inside her pussy. You never forgot how tight and wet Jihyo can get. She never forgot the way your cock stretched her walls, and the way your cock throbs and pulsates is a compliment to Jihyo. She puts her arm on your shoulders, leaning closer to kiss you as she grinds slowly, gradually quickening the pace every second to find a good rhythm. 

Your breath gets heavier, breathing right into each other’s mouth and fighting to be the dominant kisser, to the point where you would be the one. All the problems she told you about disappeared because she got what she had been desperate for. After a long day, Jihyo wanted the night to be long until the morning, and you did the right thing to grant her wish—fucking each other until sunrise. 

And she found the perfect rhythm to ride you. You grabbed her ass, groping it while you wanted to help her ride you without Jihyo being the one putting in the work. She couldn’t be happier than tonight. Because of you, Jihyo smiled, cried happily, and even gotten to talk to you in the most genuine way before sex.

She felt like the only woman in the world.

The atmosphere turned hotter when Jihyo moaned right in your ear to turn you on even more. You gave her ass a couple gentle slaps, firmly grabbing them every second you could. She decides to free you from her hug and grabs onto the side of your face to look at each other. The deadly and lustful stares she gave you made your heart race even faster. 

“Jihyo,” you groaned. Your breathing becomes the heaviest whenever she takes your cock deeper. “Fuck, Jihyo,” and you get a whiff of her neck, kissing and biting it softly to make her moan more seductively.

“Oppa,” she moaned. “Ugh…mhmm, I can feel it throbbing inside.” Jihyo hugs you in right between her tits again. You knew what to do and sucked on her nipple, making her groan seductively in the dark living room. “Let’s go to the room. Fuck me and cum deep inside me. Imagine what we’ll be doing in a couple years, right in the same bed.”

“Such dirty thoughts, Jihyo.” You carry her into the bedroom with your cock still inside. Gently, you fall right onto the bed and penetrate her deeper, pushing onto her thighs the hardest like she wanted. You put her legs together, and she held onto them, assuming that’s what you wanted. With a grin, you penetrated her pussy with each thrust. Your cock in and out of her pussy just to pump and dump the load she will get. Her moans got more erotic, screaming with a visible smile from the corner of her mouth. 

“You’re so fucking deep in me,” she murmured and gasped. Also, Jihyo couldn’t hold her legs any longer because of how deeply you were penetrating her tight walls. Jihyo’s leg became weak as if her body had surrendered to you for the better. “Oppa,” she moaned, bursting into a sudden scream, and starts to cum with her legs tensely shaking as she grabs onto your arm to hold.

You didn’t stop at all but thrust harder and faster, as deep as you could get inside Jihyo, and she screamed at the top of her lungs. You lean closer and push her abdomen down with your hands just to make her scream louder, all while making her feel like your cock reached to her stomach. Jihyo covers her mouth with two of her hands, leaning back into the pillow to feel the sensation of you deep inside her. But when sex became this passionate and words were barely spoken, you couldn’t hold out any longer when Jihyo begged to have it all. She deserved it. 

You grunt, taking a deep breath, knowing that you’re going to cum. And you do so without telling her at all. She already knew. Jihyo got what she wanted tonight. You grab onto her tits and squeezing them to your desires as you dump every drop of cum deep into her with her thighs being pressed onto yours. 

Both of you catch a breath quietly, she holds onto your hand that’s squeezing her tits, and caresses you slowly. “Oppa,” she said, totally exhausted, unable to finish her words.

“Fuck, what time is it?” You wondered, glancing out the window as Jihyo locks you in with her leg around your hip. The sky was no longer as dark, signaling the early stages of dawn. It felt like time had skipped, and you realized you had completely misjudged the hours.

As time distracted you, Jihyo turns you back to her with her hands on your cheek, “how did this turn out so damn passionate?” She laughs cutely and softly with a smile that you can see more clearly. “Oppa,” and she hugs you tightly, squeezing you in, chest against chest. Without completing her intended words, all she can express is gratitude through this heartfelt hug.

Without a doubt, you both were tired from the alcohol and fucking. Jihyo decided to pepper you with kisses, and you thought it was excessive of her. “Your bed is so comfortable, Oppa.” 

“And it’s also where you’re going to sleep for the next few days too. Better not go to sleep. Don’t you want to see the sunrise?”

“Mhmm.”

You get off of her to lay beside her, together facing at the window naked, and slowly see the sunrise in the distance. “Jihyo,” you said silently.

“Yes, Oppa?”

“Sober now?”

“Did I mistakenly say something? Fuck..”

From her response, it became evident that she harbored some kind of feeling that you don’t know. The words that she said when drunk was for sure something she has been thinking about you. It’s always alcohol getting the best out of Jihyo. “You didn’t say anything wrong,” you said, assuring and hiding the words that she may be embarrassed of.

What you were unaware of is that she never saw you merely as Twice's bodyguard; rather, she can envision a future with you. It was only her pride that held her back. The only method she could think of to bring herself closer to you was through her discreet approach of spending several days with you, hoping to witness a different side of you. As the sun continued to rise, she closed her eyes with a pleasant smile.

"Jihyo," you softly whisper, "Jihyo?" And you gently lean in to catch a glimpse of her. She's fast asleep, peacefully resting with your arm wrapped around her, providing a comforting embrace.

Despite you assuming that she was sleeping, she pretended to sleep. Jihyo knew you were busy later and wanted to ensure you had some time to rest. You fell quickly asleep, wrapping your arms around her, and she couldn't help but blush at the warmth of your body gave off after fucking.

After several minutes of you completely knocking out, Jihyo slowly removes your arm off of her and quietly leaves the bedroom all naked to clean up the small mess you both left in the living room. She returns the beer and wine to their original places, disposing of the empty whiskey bottle and extra cans of beer in the recycling bin. The clothes that both of you wore were placed in the laundry, ready for her to wash once you've left the house.

It first went from quick kisses to making out with each other for what felt like hours. You take her on late-night dates, not as much during the day to avoid any suspicion, but as always, you love enjoying everything with Tzuyu. Baking with her is fun; sometimes you mess around, and the kitchen gets messy with flour. The physical affection has even become more intense. The small moments when she looks out the window quietly at a flower shop on the way back make you buy a bouquet for her without Tzuyu even asking.

Even at this moment, as you gaze at her whisking the cupcake batter in your own kitchen, you can't help but feel the desire to kiss her or wrap your arms around Tzuyu from behind as you walk slowly, securing your hands tightly and warmly around her.

“Babe,” Tzuyu said. “Let me finish this batter, and then we can do whatever.”

"You know, each time we bake, it takes longer to prepare and put it in the oven, Tzu," you said, kissing her neck with your hands on her hips.

“That’s because of you. You’re the one distracting me,” she said playfully. And you knew, the longer she held in her urges to fuck, it would all tumble within seconds.

By the way she's dressed today, the white crop top with a pink push-up bra seduced you more. The tight leggings can only make you caress her gently, complementing her curves. Her hair smelled so floral, with a rose and vanilla scent emanating from her body, and you love it when her dimples show from a smile.

“What should we do today, Tzu?” You kiss her again while you’re slowly getting hard right against her ass. The quiet gulp she makes only leads you to assume that Tzuyu can't wait any longer. It's evident from how you consistently seduce her romantically to the thoughts of being wrapped in each other's arms in bed—naked.

It was bound to happen now or never. Only you can wait patiently.

Yet, she’s fighting herself, the only thing Tzuyu wasn’t sure of was your very intentions for her. As you slept with Twice members, seeing this side of you was different. Bottom line is—she's confused but loves you. You knew this, and you're still proving yourself. It would have been the gamble of her life if your intentions weren't so pure.

In your mind, you don’t have any bad intentions, but simply have love for Tzuyu. Even if you assure her, buy her gifts, kiss, hold hands, and even love her small imperfections, it is a relationship you want to commit to.

“Tzu, you know that I love you, right?”

"I love you too, babe. But prove it," Tzuyu said playfully and turned around to face you, only to be right in front of your face, with eyes locking. The kitchen became quiet, quiet enough to only hear the refrigerator motor running, as you didn't take your eyes off her for even a second.

"Don’t look away, Tzu," you said with a smirk, taking the whisk from Tzuyu’s hands and placing it on the countertop—still locking eyes with each other.

Then this is where the countdown begins: from months of a relationship, the kissing becomes far more intimate, passionate, and romantic, to getting a feel of each other’s bodies. And now, Tzuyu is pinned by you on the kitchen counter with nowhere she can go except for accepting your lips, which render her quiet when the kiss initiates.

Tzuyu places her hands on your chest after digging into your shirt, feeling your heart racing. “This is the problem, Tzu. You’re feeling the problem that I always have when I’m with you.”

Your words—the problem that Tzuyu also has from getting seduced, and the rapid heartbeat can only make her realize that your real intention was surely and simply loving her. Even if she felt your heart beating like this all the time whenever she laid on you, genuine feelings couldn’t be hidden from you whenever Tzuyu’s around.

Sure, you slept with her in your bed, but there was no sex or any other naughty things. To which, Tzuyu thinks about how dedicated you are to her, and how much you were willing to wait for anything that she’s not ready for.

A man, well disciplined and resilient one that she loves.

"I love you, babe," Tzuyu said, more in an excited tone, and continued to lock eyes with you.

"I know you do." You kiss her neck, up to her jawline, as she surrenders her body to you. While you both make out in the kitchen, she forgets all about the cupcake batter.

Like always, you were always the distraction.

Her arms wrap around your back, cutely pulling you in, while her head tilts the opposite way. She was never a good kisser from the start, being messy with the romantic feelings she had. With practice, Tzuyu has gotten better the more you kissed her; she learned and adapted from you.

You hold onto her nape with your other arm on her lower back as she arches. The hums she made turned into quiet moans after all the times you made out with Tzuyu. And you couldn’t get enough of it, wanting more—even louder when you get more aggressively romantic, pinning her to the counter. 

After or even during spontaneous kissing, it’s always Tzuyu who runs out of breath first. Just the amount of love you give her is always greater, and how great of a kisser you are.

“Babe, the cupcake batter,” Tzuyu said, gasping for air while you kiss down to her collarbone, dangerously teased her that her tits are just a few inches away.

You break off from kissing her, “mhm, I’ll wait.” She quickly adds the last few ingredients into the batter while you smile at her. “Tzu, I’m going to take over my boss's agency in Gangnam.”

“What?” She said, all surprised by a sudden comment from you, "what happened?”

“He’s getting old and wants to retire.”

“You’re not leaving us, right?” Tzuyu said, looking at you with puppy eyes.

You nodded, “no. Why would I sit at the desk all day and let others do the job for me?”

Tzuyu faintly smiles from a worried expression. "Isn't that too much responsibility?"

“Not if I have you by my side, Tzu.” Seeing her face turn red quickly from a flirtatious comment only made Tzuyu look away and turn on the oven.

“Congratulations,” she said simply and walks towards you with a smile, “let’s go to the couch.”

You chuckled and carry Tzuyu by her legs and back as she can cover her mouth embarrassingly from her face being all red, just staring at you silently. “So adorable, Tzu.”

From the start of the relationship til now, kisses gotten longer, more touchy, and even rarely, your shirt comes off along with hers when the lights are off. Hours upon hours, the days felt quick whenever you’re with her. Tzuyu’s body is hot, her thighs felt so smooth and tone, body shaped like an hourglass, and her eyes that makes you even want her more as she looks at you with love.

As you let her down by the couch, you sit first, then Tzuyu sits on top with a lovely smile. “The sun is setting already, babe.”

“I don’t care, you don’t care. We’re here together with no one bothering us, Tzu.” Then her hands curiously caresses your shoulder and Tzuyu leans in for a kiss, which you pull her closer, faster, like you’ve been looking at Tzuyu’s lips the whole time impatiently, and initiate a kiss.

Tzuyu’s kisses weren’t the best, but for sure, you felt all the love from her, even feeling her back arching as you caress every part of her. The room becomes silent, hands naughtily exploring each other’s body. Her breaths become heavy, breaking off the kiss and gasp for air while you take the initiative to get a taste of her neck. And she hugs you in, harder by your nape. You love the way Tzuyu touches you so curiously and giving herself to you.

To say the least, you’re hard already. And her pussy is right there on you while she’s on top. It only takes both your clothes to come off. Slowly but surely, her urges will tumble down like a ticking time bomb.

And you're waiting. Patiently. Just to see how much she has resisted.

The kisses go on, minute after minute, you could hear her quiet moans as you kiss her—neck to be precise. Tzuyu always gives you the lead; she knows how great you are at kissing, whether it was her or someone else. 

You hold onto her nape, pulling Tzuyu in as she tilts her head forward for another round of lips pressing against each other to take it to a different level and using your tongue. The cute chuckles Tzuyu made can only tell that she’s melting inside like always; her breath becomes heavier, moans become irresistible, and you dig into her tight crop top. 

Smooth skin, pleasant with the warmth of her body as you caress every part of her back down dangerously to her ass for a gentle squeeze. She loves it every time, embarrassed to even admit to the rush of adrenaline—just loving the way you gently touch and love her. 

The clip of her bra is inches away. You would boldly dare to take her top off at this point. Seducing Tzuyu onto the bed even. Feeling how hot her body is becoming, you would even come up with an excuse to cool her off faster with her clothes all off.

Like always after a steamy make-out session and after you’ve caressed her enough, it’s always Tzuyu returning the favor and placing her hands under your shirt to get a feel of your chest. But one thing she loves is your heart beating, and she breaks off the kiss. Again, you kiss her neck to hear what Tzuyu has to say, “I love you, babe.” 

“I love you more, Tzu.”

“No you don’t. I do.” Tzuyu said, teasing you as she giggles, and you tried to keep a straight face the moment you looked at her—which failed miserably as you couldn’t help but smile so brightly at her. “Do I make you this happy?” She said, teasingly. 

And you thought her question was straight nonsense, clearly being a yes. “What’s with you today? Why so cute today? Why are you getting so beautiful every day? Hmm?” You added, trying to avoid her question. Tzuyu finds it cute when you don’t like to admit her ways of teasing.

“Because we're together,” Tzuyu said happily, sucking her lips in after. Clearly seduced, drunk off your kisses, and in your very arms, you find her even more charming. It doesn’t take long for you to get close to her face again as she closes her eyes, kissing once again. 

You decide to lay her down on the couch, where it gets even steamy from her wrist being pinned down to the armrest—all while you maintain a dominant silence while gazing directly at her from above.

The tension was always like this: her legs open, and you’re between them, pinning Tzuyu down, the silence in the room, hearts racing, all while you both lock eyes at each other. The only thing that was missing was clothes all off and bodies phyiscally giving love. 

Then you go in for a kiss; the louder it is, the more fuel you put into a burning desire for love. Her back arches slowly, even her legs wrapped around your hips. Moans from Tzuyu became seductive and angelic at the same time. 

You were drunk, drunk in love with Tzuyu, pouring your heart out to her, and she did the same, all without sex. You could say this is the beauty of love. Although you would want to show her a different sense of love—where bodies burn off calories, intimacy, emotional connection, and the feeling of closure—Tzuyu’s all new to this. 

Neither of you cared to hear the oven alarm after forty minutes of purely kissing. So as the day darkens, Tzuyu holds you in dearly, kissing the day away. 

She did feel your bulge; you felt how warm her crotch was; clothes would have been off at this point. Tzuyu runs out of breath more than you could count, gasping and chest pumping. As if she’s trying to pour out as much love as you did and only tries to match your effort.

“Babe, the cupcakes,” Tzuyu said, tiredly, overdosed on a drug called love.

“Five more minutes, Tzu. Just five more.” You knew she wouldn’t say no, all drunk and wanting more like all the other times.

You dragged it on for more than five minutes—ten, maybe even fifteen. It was likely close to twenty minutes from what you can tell, and you hesitantly break the kiss.

Her hair—all messy, lips coated with saliva, her eyes gleamed with passion, even seeing the love hormones as her pupils enlarged, and her cheeks red like she had too much alcohol was the outcome of a steamy and romantic time together.

“Let’s do a bonfire tonight, Tzu,” you said, brushing her hair as she’s embarrassed by the way her face was glowing all red and hot. She nods, speechless to say anything. You get off her and follow Tzuyu to the kitchen to see her cupcakes in the oven.

“Careful, the pan is still probably hot.” And you give her an oven glove.

“Want a taste?” She said, already blowing on the cupcake for you and slowly leaning closer to give you a taste. Tzuyu looks at you silently waiting for an answer, but you're so starstruck by her beauty.

“It’s good, warm enough for the frosting to not melt. Should we start decorating, Chef Tzu?” You said with a pleasant smile.

“What color do you want, babe?”

“Blue, your favorite.”

You wear the apron that she got out of your cabinet and begin decorating the cupcakes. Tzuyu smiles brightly, knowing she has all the time to be with you.

After finishing the cupcakes and a couple bites that you both fed each other, you intuitively thought of doing a bonfire with Tzuyu. She goes outside and sets up the small chairs, while you grab some firewood and sit right next to her after she got a blanket to cuddle.

There was no need for talking when both of you relaxed with Tzuyu leaning her head on your shoulders—blanket covering you two.

The wood crackles every second, and Tzuyu’s quietly in your arms under the night sky with the stars brightly shining. You cherrish the quiet ways she shows you that spoke a thousand words of her saying, “I love you.”

You kissed her hair, intuitively making her heart flutter. After a long day, she quickly grew tired as you gently patted her shoulders. "Tzu, let’s go wash up and go to sleep; you’re tired."

“Carry me,” she said cutely laughing and you didn’t hesitate to carry her inside while she hid her face on your neck to get a whiff of your scent.

“So adorable. So beautiful.” You complimented her each time, whether it was every hour or minute. “My lady.”

“My man.” Tzuyu added and leans on your shoulder.

You carried her inside into the bedroom but didn’t let Tzuyu down, only kissing her a few more times until it got steamy again, with her hands on your shoulders. The little moans she made were only like a tease of how she would actually sound naked. And clearly, Tzuyu did it purposely.

“Babe, I need to wash-”

“Five more minutes, Tzu.” You said, using the five minute method to your advantage. “Five, baby.”

It’s never five minutes either way.

“Babe,” Tzuyu whined cutely, out of breathe after what it felt like ten minutes, and you decided to let her go wash up.

“I’ll be in the other bathroom, Tzu.” Much as you would love to shower with her, there was a fine line that you didn’t want to cross yet.

“Okay.”

After both of you separately washed up, Tzuyu laid on the bed while using her phone waiting for you. “babe, we’ll all be busy these next few weeks. I hope you’re ready.”

“I know. I adjusted my schedules just to be with you girls after getting my position.”

Tzuyu wasn’t staring at you but your chest. It’s not like she never seen you half naked, more so of Tzuyu being distracted by your physique and blushes everytime. You turn off the light and close the door as the smallest light shines through from the window into the bedroom.

“Hug me to sleep.” Tzuyu said, cutely making you have butterflies in your stomach.

All the times she slept over, you slept quickly, and so did she. Within a few minutes, she lays her cheeks on your bare chest, arms around Tzuyu tightly as you both quickly fell asleep. In the mornings, she always wakes up first and cuddles you quietly until you wake up.

——

The sun glares at you in the morning, with Tzuyu quietly playing with your hair and admiring you with a bright smile. The moment you open your eyes, she's right beside you, smiling, greeted by such a beautiful woman who is your girlfriend.

“Good morning, babe,” Tzuyu said, smiling with a cute laugh.

“Good morning, Tzu. My beautiful Tzu.”

She’s sun-kissed, her face shining brightly in the sun as you silently stare at her. Tilting her head away, then back again, you keep your eyes on Tzuyu as she decides to play around. She starts to get shy, with rosy cheeks that have turned a pink hue from the sun.

"What's with you, babe?" she teased, looking away until you guided her back by her cheeks.

“Stay in bed longer,” you said. “Stay with me for a few more days. We can go get your clothes and other stuff.”

“Say please,” Tzuyu said, laughing, straight up teasing you at this point. You stare at her smile in the morning, dimples being shown.

“Please.” It felt humiliating as you plead her and hated yourself in a way.

She laughs, laughing even more that you’re begging her. Also seeing this small side of you that any other Twice members never seen.

“Stop laughing, Tzu.” And you held her nape, going in for a kiss to shut her up. It always works like a dream until Tzuyu decides to play fight and hide her face on your chest, all covered up by her hands.

After some laughs and squeals from Tzuyu, it got steamy to the point of Tzuyu raising her head again for an intimate morning. Her hands touched you dangerously, from your chest to your crotch, and felt your morning wood. The atmosphere of waking up with the sun shining through made both of you desire something else, more than just making out, more than feeling each other.

“Babe.” Tzuyu said shyly while you kiss all over her neck with the slightest nibbles. She digs under your shorts and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Tzu, I’m not ready for this,” you said, playfully mocking her when she said the same thing months ago.

“You shouldn’t wait any longer, babe.” Tzuyu murmured. “I can’t also.”

You freely caress her, squeezing her ass gently with a slap. “Let’s make love, Tzu.” And you didn’t hesitate to get on top and pin her wrist to the pillow with the eyes you both gave each other. Slowly, you lean in towards her neck, kissing them down to her stomach, and take off her shirt. Her body’s amazing, much as you’ve seen glimpse of it, it’s always what you couldn’t stop looking at, whether if her clothes were on or not. You slowly take off her shorts that she brought over the times Tzuyu slept for the night.

Black bra, black panties, that hourglass body that you couldn’t stop touching, thighs so toned—the beauty she is—she's all yours. Tzuyu did the same in return, taking your clothes off. She looks at your cock, and her hands slowly get a feel for what she always felt during all those steamy kisses. 

“I’m all yours, baby,” Tzuyu said, seducing and making you gulp from just seeing her naked body.

You reach for her hands to hold, and slowly, you kiss every part of Tzuyu’s gorgeous body down to her thighs, and she spreads her legs, inviting you for something to eat. She moaned the moment your tongue got a taste. You slowly eat her out, in the right spots to feel her hands squeeze yours uncontrollably. 

“Taste so good,” you murmured with your lips on her pussy. She couldn’t respond quick enough as you continued to eat her out, slowly quickening up the pace to make her squirm around, moaning even harder and deeper. 

"Babe," Tzuyu moaned longer and deeper. She tilts her face to the side with her teeth clenched.

Her thighs crush you in like there was no escape. You would suffocate between her thighs with no hesitation. And you let go of her hands to wrap your arms around her thighs, just locking her in—enough to make her feel paradise. She ruffles through your hair and makes a mess out of it unintentionally; just being eaten out in the morning felt different, pleased, and loved. 

After getting her wet enough, you kiss your way up to her lips. Your cock is right on her stomach for a tease of what you’re going to do. “I know you’ve been thinking of me being inside, Tzu.” 

Her breath deepens, her chest pumping as she’s nervous. You couldn’t blame her, it’s Tzuyu's first time either way. “Baby,” Tzuyu said, curiously want to feel it inside. "Put it in."

You put your cock in slowly, stretching her pussy and making her feel this sensation. Tzuyu moans seductively more the deeper your cock goes in. She hugs you, head leaning on your shoulders, hands gripping onto your back, and her moans become so angelic while you slowly thrust. Tzuyu’s pussy is tight, to the point your cock throbs with each thrust, and you grunted quietly. 

Her moans sounded hesitant, like you would judge her in any way that you can sharply tell. “Tzu, let me hear how much you love me.”

By your assurance, her walls tumble down, moaning even more louder to feeling such love that you give her. All the breaths became deeper, panting each time your fucking her in the right spots. You take her arms off of you and with a smirk, you pin Tzuyu down to the bed. All she can do is moan with her body tensing up from your cock deep in her. You push against her thighs, wanting it deeper to show how much you love her. Unintentionally, you put her in a mating press, but more romantically as she feels how deep your cock is inside.

“Tzuyu,” you said, moaning her name as it only melted her more.

“Baby, don’t stop.” She said, moaning with her teeth clenching after.

“I’m not gonna stop loving you, baby,” you said. Both of you stare at each other, gasping and panting together as you two share this moment together after breaking the fine line that you didn’t cross until now.

Maybe patience was the beautiful outcome.

And her leg tenses. You lean closer down until your forehead is against hers, moaning and panting along with Tzuyu. Together, both your eyes close. All within a room with you letting go of her arms once again to feel her hands on the side of your face, not wanting you to stop at all.

“I fucking love you, Tzu,” you said.

“I love you, too.” She quickly said within a breath, and your lips press against hers, kissing and thrusting slowly but deeply into her pussy.

After a few minutes of silence with only the moans and body colliding, you break the kiss and guide her to sit up on top while your hand leans on the bedsheet. She sits on your lap and slowly sits on your cock, grinding without you asking her what to do.

“Love me harder, baby,” you said in her ear, hugging Tzuyu in tightly. She did the same, tits squeezing against your chest and rides you slowly. “Just like that,” you groaned.

She grind on you harder, more effort into pleasing you with the love she’s pouring out. “It’s so big inside me, baby,” she murmured, gasping for air like there’s no tomorrow.

“Means that this is how much I love you, baby.” You said and leaned back with all the weight onto your palms sinking down onto the bedsheets while she decides to squat. “Show me how much you love me.”

“Fuck,” she moaned. Your cock is deep in her, disappearing each time she rides and grinds. You continuously kiss her neck, all over her tits, and take in the radiant smell of Tzuyu.

Like everytime she hugged you, this was by far your favorite feeling, bodies burning with loving passion, her moaning right in your ear, and even feeling her ass bounce on your lap. The sounds of making love between two lovers made both of you forget about all the worries and live in the moment.

You couldn’t let her put in more effort, so you gently push Tzuyu down onto the bed along with you. As she moaned even louder, her arms glued to your back. “I’ll love you even harder, Tzu,” you said confidently with a husky tone and wouldn’t expect her to say anything else, but hear her moans.

Pushing deeply into her, and forehead against each other again, both your nose touch each other. The subtle feeling of each other’s sweat becomes appearent. Her hair was all messed up with yours. Lips all coated with each other’s saliva. Tzuyu was at her limit already as you can tell from her moans turn to cute whimpers and trembles.

Until she cums, hard, right where you kept penetrating her g-spot. All while being fucked with her legs tensing up and hugging you in tighter than you ever felt. Neither was both your eyes opened against each other’s forehead. All within a room, a bed, and naked bodies pressed against each other early in the morning due to a spontaneous and sudden intimate desire for each other.

As she’s still cumming, you felt her walls getting tighter, the small pulses inside made your cock throb violently and you cum, letting it all out, letting her have all the love you wanted to give her. You grunt, she moaned, both in the moment, both cumming.

A romantic way to finish. Together.

Breaking the fine line this quickly wasn’t what you imagined this early in the morning within a snap of a finger. Neither would you ever say no to fuck Tzuyu who had such a gorgeous body, beautiful face, and even hearing her sweet angelic voice.

The room becomes silent, both panting, chest pumping at each other. Taking in this moment together, you both kiss each other while your cock was still inside her like you don’t even want to pull out after cumming inside her. Your cock was pulsating, slower by the second to give her every drop.

You love how your cock is snug tight inside her—warm to your liking. “Tzu, baby, stay like this for several more minutes.” You gulped trying to catch your breath. She didn’t respond but kept hugging you tightly and kissing everywhere she could get her lips on. It’s cute; you felt all the love she wanted to give you without saying a word. 

“It’s so warm. Is this how much you love me?” She said, seducing and acting cute at the same time. You didn’t need to see how much cum was inside her, cumming hard already make you assume how much there was inside her pussy.

“If you don’t try to get off, I’ll make us go for round two, Tzu.”

“Let’s….maybe..do it later..again.” She said, embarrassed to ask.

And you wished she wanted another round right after. “Okay,” you said and kiss her tits, “let’s get up and have breakfast.” You pull out, cum oozing out slowly and thick, which didn’t surprise you at all, but it was still surprising how much there was.

Tzuyu’s curiosity takes over and decides to get a taste of your cum leaking out of her pussy. After a gulp, she was hesitant to compliment the taste of something new to her.

You didn’t need an answer by how her lips pressed against each other. Not Tzuyu trying to admit it, she slowly goes in for a second taste. She laughs cutely and embarrassingly covers her face, “okay, babe. Stop looking at me.”

“Maybe your lips can be somewhere else, Tzu. Wouldn’t you like to show me more love?” With a smile and leaning closer, you fix her hair. "Like...suck it all out," you teased her. “I’m lucky to have you, Tzu.”

Those cat eyes of hers—the woman who you slept with last night after a long day. At the same time, she wanted you. Her room was dark, only your pupils dialed as time went on with her in bed. Although last night wasn’t called for, somehow it turned out this way in a flash. Jihye, or Noze, as many call her, asked for a drink at her place. She’s classy and sophisticated, with such an angelic face, and you couldn’t let go until you had her. 

No one in their mind would think it’s just a simple drink together after a day. She had her thoughts, and you had yours. Yesterday, you had a male client, and Jihye was a dancer. Behind the stage and in the waiting room, she talked with you, getting way too comfortable together as the day went by into sunset. You went off the grid for the night when your phone died right in the living room of her house, and you were only thinking about having her. 

Somehow, and someway, you opened her shy nature, even opening her legs last night. Jihye got along with you in a matter of hours backstage. And this was a mistake until you realized again that both of you wanted this. There’s a sense of guilt about being right in bed with someone you aren’t supposed to, but you wouldn’t deny Jihye. 

“About last night…" she hesitated. “Can we keep this a secret?” 

She’s beautiful while laid under you, moaning each other’s names, and it only fueled more passionately. Her hands were all gripped to your back, desperately not wanting you to stop deep in the night. There wasn’t any talking—just two bodies making love in a dark bedroom.

“I don’t brag who I slept with. Don’t worry.”

“Can you stay?” Jihye starts caressing you with her thumb on your hand, rubbing slowly to another round. “For another hour or so? C'mon, I'm still naked. At least finish what we started last night. 

You stared right at her sharp cat eyes. In that moment, as you gazed into her eyes, you could see emotions reflected in them. “Hangover sex?"

“Is it too much to ask? I know you’re busy.”

“I can stay. Give you what you desperately want more of.”

She smiles brightly to know both of you are on the same page. “What are you waiting for?”

You pull the blanket off her and get closer to her face, seeing her eyes close with a smile, just waiting for a kiss, and you glue your lips to hers, making her quiet and hum with the sounds of loud kisses. Jihye didn’t hesitate to wrap her small hands around your cock, just to make it even harder. 

You break off the kiss and stare into her eyes. “I bet you would look beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Jihye."

“I know you like staring at me. Just like last night.”

“I do, Jihye.” You’re baffled still, wondering how you actually got her to be naked—right in her very own bed with you and spreading a dancers legs.

Jihye gets up and kneels between your legs while you lay down. The smile never left her face. “An hour. Just for another hour, handsome."

The room becomes quiet; she’s jerking you off and staring at your cock, fantasizing and smiling at what made her moan last night. You start to breathe heavily, grunting softly as Jihye picks up the pace. She spits on your cock to lubricate it even more and slides it into her palms like butter, while her thumb teases your tip. 

“Fuck, just like this,” you grunted even more.

You’re gasping to the point of your abs showing. Her hair has been messy since last night, and you loved how beautiful she can still be. Without a word, she sucks the tip of your cock. You feel every nerve and sensation as your legs tense up. Slurping, spitting, and even her hair stuck to her face. 

“Jihye,” you groaned with heavy breaths. You’re breathing harder and louder as she sucks you off. Her nose was felt on your crotch, and you heard all the gags she made. It’s only you closing your eyes to relax with such a feeling in the morning. To Jihye, she loved seeing you pleasured. 

Jihye remains quiet. Even she knew how you could toss her around. She’s fragile and light, enough for you to make her limp. Strands of saliva and pre-cum were on her mouth as she pulls off to stroke your cock. “Thank you for last night."

“It was inevitable.” You sat up to brush her lips and she sucks on your thumb, staring at each other lustfully.

“Damn, you taste so good,” Jihye said, putting your cock back on her tongue. And with a smile from her, you knew she’s loving this in the morning, and you did too.

She sucks you off quietly from your hand guiding her, hearing the slurps and moans Jihye made in the early morning as the sun shines through the window. For the moments of Jihye sucking you off, it was nothing but relaxation; she didn’t go fast or slow, only a moderate speed that you couldn't be more than grateful for. It was the way she looked at you, gazing at you wickedly. 

“Keep looking at me like this, Jihye. That’s so hot of you.”

And by your words, she doesn’t break eye contact; from bobbing her head up and down, she remains looking at you. With her back arched and ass in your view, morning sex never felt greater from a person you didn't know until last night. 

She pulls off to spit on your cock, then jerks you off slowly with the squeezes you felt. “What do you say? Do you want to cum inside me again instead?” 

“Want to go for a ride, Jihye?”

“I sure do,” she said with a smirk.

You sit on the edge of the bed, and she catwalks over seductively as you can’t help but stare at the woman you got naked last night. Jihye sits on top, arms hanging from your shoulder, with your cock sliding inside her. She starts to grind, and both of you groan quietly.  

“Just like last night, Jihye.”

“Just like last night,” she repeated. Jihye hugs you, bodies glued to each other. “Having you in me feels like a massage. I love the feeling."

“You’re tight. And I can’t stand it but hear you moan.”

She pauses to laugh, laughing in such a cute and beautiful way that she can’t look at you but to the side. Jihye pushes you down and puts her hands on your chest. “That was hot of you. Just lay back and relax, handsome.” 

“I know this isn’t your first rodeo too, Jihye.”

“Not as much as you, but you’re probably the best I’ve ever had.”

“Show me how good you are. Dance.”

She starts to ride and grind, tilting her head back and closing her eyes towards the ceiling. Just sexual instincts taking over. Jihye’s moaning loudly; every heavy breath she took was therapeutic. You pull Jihye down, making out with her shoulders and neck. She smelled like soju and beer from last night, squealing out painful moans, but didn’t stop whatsoever. Only riding you was the only thing that kept her going to such a feeling. 

The noises of the bed creaking and both your voices are only heard. You caress her soft back down to her ass, gripping it tightly. No words were said; fucking was the only thing you two wanted. It went on for several minutes, with Jihye constantly riding and grinding. You start grunting and groaning her name so passionately. 

“You’re so good, Jihye.”

“Fuck. It feels so good inside me.” Jihye picks up the pace with all the pre-cum coating her walls. You hold her nape, looking at each other and exchanging breaths. “Slap my ass. I know you can’t stop feeling it.”

It didn’t take a second; you slapped her ass, harder with every slap, until the presence of your print was on it. She moans and groans more, and the bed creaks louder and faster. Jihye slowed down after a couple of minutes, tired and hungover. She grinds on you slowly with an open mouth, catching every breath. 

“Seems like it’s my turn to handle your fragile body.” You said playfully, staring at her.

“Wait, I need water.” Jihye’s gasping at this point from riding you. She gets off your cock and walks quickly to get a cup of water, which you follow behind seconds after as she’s pouring water. 

“Jihye.”

“Mhm?” Jihye said, gulping down half a cup of water from a clear glass cup. She pours you water right after and hands you the cup. Gulping down the water, the next gulp wasn’t for you, but for her mouth. You approach her closely, positioning yourself right in front of her. A kiss is shared with Jihye, accompanied by the exchange of water. She responds with a seductive hum, drawn in by the unexpected kiss and the touch of your hand on her chin. You lift her, legs wrapped around you, and she laughs shyly, “Fuck, that was pretty….” 

Staring at each other, she becomes speechless with rosy cheeks. “Pretty what, Jihye?”

“Pretty-”

You cut her off, French kissing her. Both your heads tilt, making out with each other as she holds you by the nape. You insert your cock in, and Jihye’s going for a ride. “Shouldn't have left me right in the middle of what we were doing, Miss," you said teasing her.

Walking towards the bedroom, you pin her to the wall and thrust every inch into her. She screams in pleasure, gripping your back so tightly. You held her in, gluing lips to each other as you became addicted to her soft lips. Time is of the essence, totally forgetting as it’s almost half an hour already.

“Fuck, right there, right fucking there!” Jihye screamed pleadingly.

The way she’s gripping onto you is life or death, tightly with her nails digging in. Her legs get tense, cumming right on your cock as she squirms, moaning loudly and squealing from you being deep inside her. There’s no time for Jihye to rest; you turn around and fall into the bed with her lying under you.

"Jihye,” you moaned her name.

“I love it when you say my name.”

“Jihye.” You said slowly, a tone lower to make her turned on even more. It’s working; she’s smiling so brightly and giggling. 

“I’ll remember you.”

The bed creaks again, thrusting deep and hard while her legs are up in the air. She’s having trouble gripping onto something—the bedsheets or your back. You kissed her neck up to bite her lips; it made Jihye melt. From the sudden passion, she moaned even more erotic. 

She guides you back to stare at each other with a grin. You knew this would be a memory for Jihye. “Only look at me, beautiful,” you said, seducing her. And you rub her clit in circles to make her squirm around. Wanting Jihye to cum a second time would be such a sight to see. Your eyes gaze at her, bodies making rough love, yet she still hasn’t looked away for a single second, which you respect even more. 

“I’m going to cum.”

“Give it to me!” She screamed and moan loudly.

You thrust her slower, but harder into her walls. She felt every inch and sensation. You groan louder, pulsating as a warning, as you’re going to cum any second now. You grunt hard, pausing deep in her as she holds tight to moan from feeling your warm cum inside her.

Her breaths are heavy, her chest pumping, and she is moaning softly from feeling you fill her pussy. She’s holding you in, all for her selfish greed. Moments after a quick and quiet rest, you pull out. 

“Jihye.”

“Can I cook you breakfast before you leave…please?”

“Okay, but I really have to leave after.” You assume it's been almost an hour, which is positively correct. Your cum leaks slowly out of her—thick and white. “Have you seen my phone?"

Even Jihye was looking for hers after you realized your phone was nowhere to be seen. “I think our phones have been in the living room since last night.” 

It gets both of you surprised, never knowing a night with her would end up this passionate and reckless at the same time. You stand up to only see your boxers, shorts, and her panties all on the floor. Assumingly, you know where the rest of the clothes are.

She’s cute after being fucked. You look at her, almost limping and hanging onto the wall. She turns to you after putting on her panties along with brushing her hair. “Ramen?” 

You nod in silence and walk with her to the kitchen. “Is there anything I can help?” Even after having a woman in bed, you respect each one of them.

“No. It’s my house. Just sit on the couch.”

You walk to the couch with open bottles, shot glasses, empty boxes of delivery food, and cups of unfinished beer since last night was just placed there unattended. You helped her clean up even if she didn’t ask.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I should help out. Thanks for having me over, Jihye.”

“Ramen is ready.” She places the ramen on the living room table with two plates and chopsticks. “Dig in.”

The time spent with her eating was all talking about both your professions and the TV playing in the background. You wash the dishes with her and pack up your stuff.

“See you around,” Jihye said.

Her voice was the problem—not in a bad way, but it gets you turned on like she’s pulling you in to touch her body and give her what she wants. Sana’s voice is seductive, sassy, and cute in a sense. Just like a black hole, she’s sucking you in, in a naughty or wholesome way that can be both, until you lose your thoughts with Sana. 

Her distinct scent lingers on your pillows and bedsheets, and sometimes she leaves some clothes over. You learned about her cute clumsiness, and you couldn’t help but become fond of her.

Sana is like a double-edged sword. You love fucking and making her cum. Not getting enough sleep is a flaw, and not getting much done in the day. Not only you, but Sana as well. Without words, she would gaze at you with a smile, and as you meet her eyes, there would be an unspoken word of what to do—fuck. The chemistry was through the roof. 

You knew well that she's always flirtatious, and even you would join in to make it even more dangerous. Although you don’t have any romantic feelings for Sana, you always wonder how long it will take for her to fall for you, just like pouring fuel into a fire. 

“Babe or baby," a simple word that Sana slipped out of her tongue, was problematic because your heart flutters to her voice. 

It’s too late to turn back. You’re stuck with Sana and you couldn’t grasp the situation you’re in. She made you hers, but at the same time, Sana’s one call away.

—

“Oppa.”

“What?”

It was already late at night when she came. Her clothes were on the whole time but can be off any second now. There’s a long pause with Sana’s nonchalant face that you find cute.

“What, Sana.”

She sits closer to you. “Let’s drink.”

“I guess we can spice things up for later.”

Sana gets closer as you feel her warm lips on your cheek and make out with your neck. She could be very dangerous at times with her flirtatious nature. “Or you can…strip me right here. How about that?” 

You grab her chin, lifting her head to look back at you. “I love how you look at me like this, Sana. So beautiful, so hot.” 

And her face quickly becomes red, unexpectedly hearing such flirtatiousness. “O-oppa..”

“I’ve got a better idea. Let’s fuck outside. No one will see us, Sana.”

She chuckles cutely, “I love everything you do to me.” You take off her shirt—nothing under, like always. Sana’s body is yours to satisfy your desires. Her clothes are off in a matter of seconds. Sana takes her turn taking off your clothes while kissing you everywhere her lips can be. “Carry me.”

And you carry her outside as she chuckles cutely with her legs wrapped around you.

There was no reason for a sudden kiss while carrying her outside, although you love playing and teasing Sana every time when the mood is right.

“Get in the pool, let’s go for a swim.”

“Teach me how to swim, Oppa.”

You beckon her as you step down into the water from the stairs. You weren’t planning on teaching her; rather, you were thinking of a play fight with Sana, and she knows you’re at an advantage. 

“Why are you smirking. I’m scared now,” Sana said with a playful tone. Sana was also smirking, knowing what’s going to happen.

“C’mon, Sana,” you smiled. “Have fun with me. I won’t do anything.”

“Fine.” She walks to the stairs, and you give your hand out to her. “It’s so cold, Oppa. How can you tolerate this?” 

“It’s natural to my body, Sana.” You hug her tight, enough to feel her tits mashed to your chest while her heart starts to race even faster. “I’ll keep you warm.”

She couldn’t say anything but get shy with her face planted on your chest. The night became quiet as you both stood, with crickets chirping and the dim light lighting the whole place. “Oppa.” 

“Mhm?”

Sana breaks free from your hug and splashes you with water. She laughs as you get soaked. The fight was on, and you aren’t going easy on Sana. 

The atmosphere is filled with laughter, with Sana's adorable and distinctive laugh standing out. You continue to splash her, and in return, she does the same. The pool's waves grow, causing her to tumble around. Without glancing your way, she remains focused on the splashing, adding to the fun.

It’s a romantic mood; the lights are dim to set whatever comes next and no one disturbing. With each splash of water, you approach Sana closely, wrapping your arms around her from behind as she chuckles. 

“You’re such a good girl, Sana.” The flirtatious tone made her heart fluttered. It wasn’t intentional, but more of a slip of your tongue.

“Seems like someone is getting hard,” Sana laughed.

“Who’s my good girl?”

“Me, Oppa.”

You kiss her neck. Your hands are gliding down to her legs, and before she knew, you’re rubbing her pussy in circles. Her moans are so elegant and erotic in the night sky. You tease Sana by thrusting your cock between her thighs.

“Sana, I waited the whole day for you. Just to be inside you, Sana.”

“I never imagined how romantic this can be.”

“Bend over for me and let’s have a good time. Like always.” She walks towards the edge, and you don’t let go but follow her. Without any words, you already know how messy tonight will get. Sana’s already in front of you bent over. Tease after tease, you insert your tip in, slowly until you’re balls deep in Sana. “Give me your hands, Sana.”

You pin her arms behind her back, thrusting her faster as she tries to moan quietly. Luckily, the floor wasn’t rough, and it was smooth and wet enough to not put a scratch on her body. The water lubricated her pussy, making it much easier to make Sana roll her eyes back. You couldn’t see such a view of her face, but only a slight reflection from the glass window in front as you stretch Sana out. 

“Sana, you’re so fucking beautiful from the back.”

“I love how deep you’re inside me,” she gulped, moaning quietly in the night.

You couldn’t dare fuck Sana hard, it’s always deep and moderate. Sana loved the romantic feelings. To Sana, she didn’t care how quick or long sex was, but rather enjoy sex with you. And you’re the same.

You pull her up, standing with each other as the waves ripple more violently. Her hands hold onto your arms right after you start choking her gently.

“Fuck, Baby,” she groaned. It made your heart fluttered.

“Who’s a good girl?” You moaned right in her ear and nibbled her neck.

“I’m your good girl.”

And you were smelling her floral fragrance throughout her neck. It remains quiet, only the water and both your moans was only heard.

“Sana,” you said with a deep breath. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I want you there instead."

Drying each other off was quicker than expected. Nothing but loud and wet kisses as you take her to your bedroom. You fall onto the bed with Sana as she didn’t let go of you for even a second.

Sana’s lying down on her back with her legs spread wide enough. The lights in the room had decent light from the windows. You’re deep inside Sana, choking her harder this time as she holds onto your arm with both her hands tightly squeezing. 

Her desperate eyes gazed at you, fighting to keep her eyes open. Until her teeth clenches, eyes roll back, and tilting her head deeper into the pillow for a loud, satisfying moan that you love hearing from Sana. It didn’t take much time for you to start sweating in the humid night. 

All the times that she’s with you, nighttime is by far her favorite. The mood always changes into a deep, passionate romance, and no one to bother you two.

“Fuck!” Sana moaned, breaking into a whimper.

“Take it like a good girl, Sana.”

Sana rubs her clit in circles, and her breaths only become heavy, panting with all the moans echoing in the room. You pin her arms to the headrest, locking her in as she squirms around more intensely. 

As you fuck Sana—in full control for several minutes, you decide to let Sana have her turn. Nothing surprises you at this point, and she quickly taps you to lie on the bed while Sana’s on top.

“You’re going to cum inside me,” Sana said, leaning closer to your ears, "right in this pussy." She grinds on you slowly with her hands placed right on your chest.

Not even minutes later, you pull her closer—body to body. You hold her in, hugging Sana, and it was to her liking—the comfort of your arms and warmth around her. And she’s moaning in your ear purposely to make you cum. You groan, grunting more as Sana rides and grinds on you like she’s impatient for your warm cum inside her. 

“Fuck, Sana,” you groaned softly. “Just like that.”

“Cum, baby, cum.” Your cock throbs as she rides and grinds on you even faster, with you kissing her tits. You grunt, groaning harder, until you start cumming inside Sana. And by the amount of cum that was inside her, she isn’t pulling out, but rather being still with both of you catching your breaths. “So warm, so much, just what I’ve been wanting inside me."

“Sana,” you said quietly, catching your breath. “Don’t move."

Despite Sana wanting more, she listens to you; everything you say to her, Sana follows along. “This pussy feels good, doesn’t it? It’s for you, Oppa. I know you love to cum in me."

Both your hearts were racing; you felt how slowly your cum was leaking out, and Sana kept kissing you until the next round. It was quiet, making out with each other romantically louder while your cock was still inside her.

“Turn around, Sana.” She gets off quickly with cute chuckles, then teases you with your cock between her folds. You insert your cock back in with a gentle slap on her ass, and the two of you are sweating inside a closed door. “I wish you could see how amazing you look from behind, Sana."

“That’s so hot of you, Baby.”

You thrust deeper, holding and squeezing her ass with her moans getting erotic. You pull on Sana’s hair as she arches more. Moaning and whimpering pleasurably from you being balls deep inside her. 

It’s always irresistible to see Sana turned around. For the most part, you love pulling her hair when she’s like this; the moans she makes can’t be distinguished between pain or pleasure, and she takes it all deep inside. To where you can cum all want, just like how she loves it. Your sweat drips down your face, your neck all drenched, even if the air conditioner is turned on to your assumption. You pull Sana’s hair to the point of her almost falling behind in front of you. And she does, all weighed on you. 

“Sana, you smell so good.” It was her sweat making her perfume even stronger, to where you got a whiff from her neck.

“I’m all yours, Baby.” And she didn’t need you to tell her what she should be doing. Grinding with you under her is what you both wanted.

Your hand holds onto Sana’s tits, while your other hand starts rubbing her clit. She pants, holding back her moans as your hand squeezes her tits harder.

“I know you’re mine, Sana. Don’t you feel how creamy your pussy is?” You asked her, although you didn’t expect an answer back due to her moaning seductively. “So tight and wet. So fucking creamy.”

“Fuck,” Sana moaned at the sudden passion. And you knew where she wanted your hands to be. The feeling of your arms all around Sana made her feel protected, even loved. 

“Cum, Sana.” Another thing that you learned was that she can easily cum with your cock deep in her while you rub her clit. It was her weakness that you love to take advantage of.

Her body quivers, screaming at the top of her lungs as she tries to hold back while you kiss her neck. “Fuck!” And she’s trying her hardest, knowing you know how easily you can make her cum like this. Sana’s moans come to a quick pause, jerking her body as she cums on your cock. It was just what you wanted while she held tightly to your arms. 

“Good girl.” You kept kissing and licking her neck with the subtle taste of her sweat until she caught her breath. You thrust slowly, and your hand didn’t move at all from her clit, not until she got off and lays beside you tiredly. 

“One last round. Before we sleep, Oppa.”

You quickly get on top again with a mischievous smirk, staring right into her eyes, “I’m going to cum any second now, Sana.”

She giggles, “I know I’m pretty.” Sana read your eyes, full of lust, as you didn’t break eye contact. “Enough for you to enjoy me.” 

Sana always has that same erotic moan when you insert your cock in her that you can’t get over. And the blanket quickly covers both of you with a simple pull of your hands. Both of you become silent, panting, and moaning quietly under the blanket.

It quickly gets humid, not like either of you would care from all the sweat already. All that you wanted was Sana, fucked and filled with cum that you wanted inside her. Sana’s pussy made all the wet noises, webs of cum on your balls leaking from her pussy, and it felt like butter. Your body hesitates to thrust, and you kept on pushing harder inside Sana. Grunting is all you did as she moaned, you were fighting your own body. Her arms are around you, caressing your shoulder blades to all your back. 

“Baby, just like that. Cum,” Sana murmured.

And you let out a grunt and a quick pant as she wraps her legs around you, with her arms tightly around your back. Your cock throbs with each thrust, ready to cum, and erupts inside Sana that you couldn’t hold back. 

“Sana,” you groan into her ear, and she’s happy to hear her name called from your voice.

“Let’s get some sleep, Oppa.” You pull out and quickly get close beside Sana so she can lick off the extra cum.

After letting her clean your cock, you lay beside her. It didn’t take long for Sana to hug you with her face on your chest that you could feel her smiling after a night.

——

Sana woke up, fixed her hair gently enough to not disturb you while you were sleeping, and got up to take a quick shower, then walked quietly to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast for you that she planned.

You wake up fifteen minutes later, looking around and not seeing Sana right beside you. Every morning, Sana takes a shower; sometimes it was with you, which disappointed you as Sana didn't wake you up for some fun in the morning. You got up and went into the bathroom for a shower, then dressed comfortably to meet Sana in the kitchen as she finished making breakfast. 

“Good morning, Oppa.”

“Good morning, Sana. When did you wake up?” You walked to her with a smile, hugging her from behind and kissing her cheek. She’s wearing your shirt that she got from your closet, which looks adorable on her with its oversized fit.

“Like..thirty or forty minutes ago. Have some toast with scrambled eggs.”

“Kind of disappointed that you didn’t wake me up for some a naughty shower together, Sana.” You teased Sana as she could only laugh.

“I wanted to make you breakfast, Oppa. Oh, I need your opinion on something.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll show you after we have breakfast.” Sana hands you a plate.

After breakfast, she takes you to your bedroom and looks up at you, “what does it smell like?”

It was pretty hard to admit, but the room had a faint smell of a not-so-innocent time last night. Even the woody vanilla scent from the diffuser had less of a fragrance that you couldn’t smell.  “It smells like sex and you, Sana.”

“Really? It smells like sex and a hint of you too, Oppa. It’s hot how we still smell what we did last night.”

“I should do laundry,” you sighed and laughed. “You’re really making me spend more money on laundry detergent, Sana. This is like…the third time now.”

She laughs, “at least we have good sex. I know you love fucking me. I’ll pay for your laundry detergent next time.”

The smell wasn’t a strong, musty smell, yet anyone would be right that something romantic and passionate happened last night. This wasn’t the first time; however, the smell was just distinctive enough to point out. And it’s always on the hottest nights.

“It’s fine, Sana.” You start to take off the bedsheets, pillow cases, and even the blanket. Sana helps you to drop it in the laundry.

“An hour wait like always.” She looks back at you with an innocent smile. It wasn’t so innocent at all since you could pretty much tell what she wants next.

“Sana, I’m actually not in the mood for sex right now. Let’s just make out for the meantime.”

“That’s what I was thinking.” She holds your hands and takes you back to push you onto the couch. Then Sana proceeds to get on top and sit on your lap. "Shhh," Sana said, giggling cutely.

And her lips are right on yours, kissing you romantically while you bite her lips softly. It didn’t take long for tongues to start dancing. The kisses get more romantic; both your heads tilt in the opposite direction, just fighting for dominance. Sana arches forward, hands on both of your cheeks with her moaning.

You caress every part of her back, even her ass, squeezing them while Sana moans quietly. The thought of not fucking goes through the window. 

“Sana…..,” you gulped.

She breaks off the kiss on your neck, “seems like someone’s getting hard. May I solve your problem?” Her face is so seductive—like always when she looks at you, it’s something you can’t get enough of, and the looks you both exchanged were set.

Sana gets on her knees while you take off your pants and boxers. It didn’t take long for Sana to start licking your sensitive tip. You felt her searching around for something, and to your awareness, she had your phone in her hands. “Let’s film a video.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” you laughed and she handed you your phone already recording.

The soft and plump lips she has always felt great as Sana starts kissing and sucking on your tip while looking at the camera. “Tastes amazing like always.”

Cameras are always around her, and she used to use them, but you’re seeing this side of Sana—kneeling with her mouth wrapped around your cock, sucking you off slowly and deeply. Sana gags the moment your cock reaches her throat.

Of all the times she spent sucking you off, almost to oblivion, you knew she could drain you within a day and keep going for her desire for cum. But when it comes to fun and quality time, Sana would rather let you enjoy her. You love her mouth, tongue, body, and even the eyes she gazes at you. 

Yet, deep down, you still couldn’t accept that you loved her coming over every week without anything underneath her clothes. Makeup, nails, brushed hair, perfume—she did it all for you. No matter how long it took her to get ready, it’s you who she wanted to impress. When the two of you aren’t having sex, Sana’s just relaxing in your house until she gets horny. 

“Sana,” you moaned. Saying her name was magical to her. It makes her heart flutter with love. She’s gagging and choking quietly with the subtle wetness of how much of a mess she’s deep-throating your cock. There is still no answer from Sana. “I don’t want to cum yet. Slow down.” 

Despite Sana sucking you off, you remain quiet trying to not ruin a recording of her on her knees getting messy with your cock.

She’s sucking you off, her hair all messy, while you unconsciously hold it in a ponytail from your other hand. Sana taps your thigh three slow, consecutive times. 

Without a word, "cum" is what she wanted you to do with a tap. The camera was all focused on her, and you’re not going to cum with Sana bobbing her head freely. You hold her nape, pulling Sana in to keep her from freeing herself. Then your cock throbs violently, cumming deep in her throat while she takes it all. You felt every muscle in her mouth, along with the warm breaths she made as you still cum. 

Sana gags, choking hard the next as she stares into the camera. Then a seductive smile you see.

“Good girl.” And you’re still holding her in, just Sana catching every breath she takes on your cock. You then brush her hair, “we still have plenty of time, Sana. Keep it warm."

You love her mouth, and if someone made you choose between Sana’s mouth or pussy, it would be a tough decision to make. But when it comes to where you would rather finish, the clear answer is her pussy most of the time. The feeling of how tight she always is while you cum, satisfies you the most. 

“Mhmmmm,” Sana hummed, and you felt her tongue teasing your tip until she slowly pulls out. “So damn good.”

She pulls off, teeth biting on her fingers so seductively with a smirk while staring right into the camera. You end the video and lay back on the couch with Sana stroking your cock slowly. “Sana, you look beautiful.” 

“Should I make you cum again? I know I’m beautiful enough to make you cum, Oppa." However, Sana didn’t wait for an answer and only wrapped her mouth around your cock again, tilting while maintaining eye contact. 

Her mouth brings you comfort, and the warm feeling of Sana’s breath coating your cock is pure bliss. “Fuck, Sana. You’re so-” you groaned as she teased your cock. “Show me how much you love it.” 

She does what you said, licking and swirling her tongue around your sensitive tip until Sana slaps your cock on her tongue. There's a moment of silence, with Sana wrapping her mouth around your cock. No bobbing, no sucking—just her eyes all closed with a smile on her face. 

You brushed her hair, admiring Sana as she didn't move a muscle, "Sana, when are you free this week?"

Sana pulls off your cock, “Tzuyu’s coming over tomorrow, do you need me after again? We can make a mess like last night, Oppa.” She continues to kiss your tip, making her way to your balls. “Call me,” Sana said confidently.

You take a deep breath from the way Sana’s pleasing you, “probably, if she plans on leaving after.”

If Yuna wanted to joke around—no matter how much you’ve seen her in the building many times—you'd play along with her games. You’ve seen how she is on camera, unusually being somewhat sexual in a way. But you never had a thought of taking off her clothes or even hooking up with Yuna.

“The thrift store in Gangnam,” Yuna replied as she gives you the address. You drive to the thrift store and get inside with Yuna. She checks out the bright clothes as you follow behind her. She takes a shirt and puts it in front of her to get your opinion. “How do I look?"

“Beautiful.”

“Be honest, Sir.”

“Beautiful, Yuna.” You said it again, repeating and being straightforward. 

She holds onto the shirt; you gently take it from her to hold so she can shop freely. You follow and look at Yuna shop for another hour before getting tired. She goes into the fitting room, and you sit down to relax after her shopping spree. “How do I look, sir?" Yuna came out of the fitting room.

“You’re beautiful, Yuna.” She smiles and goes back to change into a different outfit. She comes out again, and you compliment her until all her clothes are shown to you, repeating all her other outfits. It was already exhausting enough to get you tired. Meanwhile, Yuna was full of energy. 

“You’re tired; let’s go to the checkout.” Yuna grabs your hands, and you get up, walking behind her. The worker scans all the clothes and puts them in a bag. You carry the bags out of respect for her. “Can I be with you for today, sir?” 

“What do you mean?” You said as she walks alongside you to the car and get inside.

“I don’t want to go back to the dorm.”

“So you rather go home with me?”

“I can ask Yeji and her manager to get me later if that’s okay, sir.”

“I don’t mind sending you but I guess.”

During the drive home, she became very touchy about your car until she reached for your thighs. 

“Yuna, careful where you put your hands.”

“May I ask for something?” And there’s a slight pause that Yuna was hesitant about: “Oppa, I know what’s been happening with you and Twice. Maybe you could give me something and take something from me; give and take?”

“I’m sorry, Yuna. I can’t.”

She heard you and looked out the window. Upon getting to your house, Yuna is surprised to see a house like yours. Although you call it a house, it’s a villa on paper. You open the gate and get into the garage as she sees your Porsche. “Wow, you’re rich."

“You probably earn more than me, Yuna.”

“I don’t even have a license or a house,” she pouts.

“You’ll get there, Yuna.”

You both get out the car and she follows you inside. “Wow, the interior design is amazing,” Yuna complimented.

“Thanks.” You put your keys on the hanger and walk her to the living room. “You can explore the house. I’ll rest for a bit on the couch; wake me up if you need anything."

Yuna nods and explores your house. You close your eyes, quickly falling asleep right after a tiring day. Yuna comes back after some time. She slowly undresses you and makes you feel her presence with your closed eyes. “Yuna, why are you doing this?"

“I want to see what Jihyo and them are having.”

“Yuna.” You get up and grab her hands. She becomes surprised at your aggression. But maybe it was what Yuna wanted.

“Oppa…” She said hesitantly with a whiny tone.

“So you’re calling me Oppa when it doesn’t go your way?”

“You don’t want to fuck? Am I not pretty enough?”

“You’re pretty, but….”

And she cuts you off, “Oppa. Please, just once.” Yuna is already rubbing your bulge to turn you on. “Take my virginity. You won’t regret it.”

As Yuna looks at you with puppy eyes, she stands up and strips naked just for you to see her figure. “Yuna….”

“Can’t take your eyes off my hips, can’t you?"

You gulped, hating the fact that she was seducing you straightforwardly. Yuna’s body was worth the stare; even her hourglass figure got you turned on. The room became silent for a split second as she smirked at you for checking her out. However, Yuna turns around, knowing you’re not going to take your eyes off. And you didn’t.

“Touch me if you want, Oppa." Yuna comes closer to you and her midriff was right in your face, just waiting for you to put your lips on it.

“Just for today, Yuna. Just for today.”

“That’s all I came here for; maybe next time if I ever need you again? I’m not sharing you with Itzy, though.” 

You look up at Yuna, "I'm not sure about next time, but that’s greedy of you, Yuna."

“You’re hot, Oppa. Just looking at your muscular arms, turn me on.” It sounded like she wanted to see more, and you took off your shirt just for her to be left speechless. Yuna couldn’t say anything but hesitantly reached for your chest for a feel. Her gulps could tell you how much she’s hungry.

You glanced back at Yuna, her face all glowing red, to see a man naked in front of her. However, Yuna couldn’t stop gulping. “You’ve never seen a body like this or what?”

Like you expected an answer from her as she felt every bump and muscle. Yuna couldn’t keep her eyes off your body. You grabbed her arm, which startled her. “Yuna, you’re so hungry. Is this why you’re always like this on camera?"

The slight aggression you showed was only a testimony to see if she wanted to fuck.

“Can you please give it to me? I want to know how it feels.”

“You want me to lead you, Yuna? You should have a good first time.”

“That’s considerate of you, Oppa,” she nodded, and you got up to guide her down on the couch. 

“It’s going to hurt a bit. But you’ll get used to it,” you assured her. Yuna stares at you with a tense look, happy at the same time that you’re the one she wanted. You slowly insert your cock into Yuna the slowest way possible to not hurt her. No lubricant was needed; she was already wet from how much she was turned on. Her moans got more erotic the more you’re deeper inside. You trace her body, feeling the curves of her hips. “Tell me if you need me to stop, Yuna.” 

“No. It feels so..” And her mouth opens slowly with each thrust you give her. You kiss her neck to her soft lips. It’s the new sensations that Yuna was experiencing—a cock right inside her. 

“Fuck, Yuna. You’re fucking tight.”

She couldn’t respond but grip the side of your shoulders with her forehead against your collarbone. Yuna’s breath becomes heavy, and her moans get even louder, squealing hesitantly. She starts messily kissing you, tumbling and losing grip as she gets penetrated. 

You pick up the pace slowly, and she’s taking it with a clenched teeth while you watch her body language cautiously. Yuna closes her eyes, only holding your shoulders with a tightened grip. 

Of course, someone would be very lucky to even see her naked, but that very someone was you that Yuna was praying for, and you’re taking her virginity. Her walls are tight; it’s her first time. But it was problematic to you that your cock throbs with each stroke. 

You guide her to the side as she follows everything you do, handing you her trust.

“Don’t spread your legs, Yuna.” It was a bad call from you, as her walls were tighter without her legs being spread. You were confident that you wouldn’t cum early. 

Her body was at a ninety-degree angle, and she couldn’t stare at you for even a second. Yuna’s in paradise—a feeling that she never had until today. Only her moans went from cute to more seductive, then erotic, as she whimpered with heavy breaths. You’re also checking up on her; there's no way you would hurt an inexperienced woman. And you fall closer to her with both your hands to the side, thrusting deeper yet slow enough for her comfort. 

It remains quiet, apart from your soft groans and her moans. Yuna starts to hug your back, just grabbing anything she can while squirming. You glide your hands down to her clit with a grin and rubbed in circles slowly. No doubt, her moans did get more erotic while her body got tense.

“How do you feel, Yuna?” You said, grunting quietly right after.

Yet, you don’t expect an answer from her at all, although you weren’t rough on Yuna. If she was more experienced, you wouldn’t go easy on her. You grab onto her tits and slowly massage them for your pleasure. 

“Oppa,” Yuna moaned. “I think I’m going to…"

It was too late for her to tell you, and Yuna screams as she starts cumming and squirming while holding your arms tight. Her pussy hugs onto your cock tighter as you could only thrust. 

Not only was this her first sex experience, it was your first time taking someone of an idol’s virginity—to your knowledge, and you’re glad to take Yuna’s—without a doubt. 

“Yuna,” you said in a worried tone. And to your surprise, your cock was pulsating, cumming right inside of Yuna. She felt how warm and how much you came inside her. 

To her surprise and yours, talking about where to finish wasn’t brought up, but she didn’t mind where, as you look at her. 

“Oppa….thanks.”

“Don’t run your mouth to your members now. Otherwise, I will have them here without you knowing also,” you threatened Yuna playfully.

“I’ll keep my mouth shut, Oppa.”

“If you are, there is something you still need to finish, and keep shut for several minutes.” You pull out of Yuna. "Show me how you can use your mouth." 

“Don’t judge me.” Yuna gets on her knees in front of you.

“Just for practice, Yuna. It would help someday.”

“Apart from being a bodyguard, you’re pretty kind. But you’re much colder when working.” Yuna starts to kiss your cock and looks at you to see if your pleased enough.

“Yuna, I’m not judging you. Be confident.”

She doesn’t answer and wraps her mouth around your cock, bobbing slowly while choking halfway. The assurance you gave Yuna only gave her more confidence; she bobbed her head faster and slower when she needed to breathe. 

Although it’s her first time, it wasn’t that bad—rather surprised that Yuna kept on sucking you off with no more guidance. You grunt softly, just holding her hair in a ponytail. The slight chokes she made going deeper turned you on.

Not like you wanted to fuck Yuna from the start, but she’s a beauty, as you only appreciate her facial features: Yuna’s hair, cheeks swollen with your cock, the feel of her mouth and throat, and the way she’s holding your cock while sucking you off.

You were damn glad you didn’t turn her down. It didn't take long to caress her cheeks and gently brush through her hair.

“Yuna. I want to cum on your face.”

She pulls off with heavy breaths, her chest pumping for air while looking at you desperately. “Whatever you like, Oppa. I can’t describe the taste, but I want to keep sucking on it.” 

It wasn’t long after she said that and starts sucking you off more sloppy. You couldn’t hold back but grunt—a natural she is. Her hair brushes along your thighs with every bob Yuna makes.

From the very moment you met her months ago to how she’s naked right in your house today, it was surprising. All the time, she’s sexual in the most natural way, now doing what cameras won’t even see, and she’s here, sucking you off after spreading her legs for you.

Minutes went by, and your cock was pulsating and throbbing. Yuna could only assume what she was getting on her face and pulls off with webs of saliva and cum, then wrap her hands around your cock.

“On my face. On my face, please,” Yuna continued to jerk you off, squeezing your cock as it throbs more.

“Fuck, Yuna!”

She closes her eyes, tongue out to catch every cum that lands on her face, and her warm breath that you faintly felt. You’re grunting the moment you cum, body tensing and jerking. Just painting Yuna’s face, your cock erupts all over her hands as well.

“Yuna,” you said gently with a pleased tone.

“Look at me, Oppa; it’s all over my face and hands.”

You look at her licking off your cum, finger by finger, with closed eyes and a delightful smile. It doesn’t stop there; Yuna scoops your cum from her cheeks and lips, just staring right at you seductively. 

“Careful of your eyes,” you said quietly within a breath.

“It’s so thick and warm. Just like how it was inside me.”

All you did was stare at her until she licks off every cum. “Get dressed, Yuna. I can’t have you here before evening.”

“How was I? Good or not?”

“Did you really have to wear a see-through shirt with a bra on?"

“You like it, don’t you?” She smiles brightly.

“Very hot of you, Sana.” You follow Sana to sit on the stool on the countertop. She brings some wine, and you already see where this is going—no assumptions. Sana doesn’t sit on the stool, but right on the countertop, and meets each other's eyes.

“Want a glass of wine?” Sana said softly and gets closer to your face. She’s that flirty type of woman who can make a man fall to their knees. Her voice is so seductive, even without trying much.

“I can go for some; today was tiring."

Sana pours you a glass along with hers. She grabs your hand and places it on her thighs. “Cheers.” 

You gulp, just feeling her soft-toned thighs. She’s still holding your hand, tracing it everywhere, even up to her neck. She squeezes your hand on her tits and giggles seductively.

“You’re naughty, Sana.”

“I like how manly you are. It turns me on.” She takes a sip of the wine again. “Wait here; I need to throw something out."

“Okay.”

Sana returns with a toy she uses, throwing it right in the trash, wrapped in a plastic bag. “It’s better when I can have the real thing. I have a fuck-able body, don’t I?"

You take a moment to check her out—from her legs to her beautiful face. “Perfect enough, Sana."

She takes a sip of wine, grabs you by the collar of your shirt, and pulls you towards her. Locked in each other's eyes, you gaze deep into the unknown, flirting with her. Sana kisses you with the wine in her mouth. The wine, along with her flirtatious nature, turns you on. You swallow the wine that is in her mouth, and you kiss her more as Sana lies down on the countertop. She lifts your shirt, feeling your muscles as she gets curious. You unbutton her see-through flannel, yanking them open as Sana caresses your chest. Her eyes are filled with dangerous desires as you both begin to initiate a passionate night together. You grab her hands, pinning them above her head as you kiss her midriff and her tits.

Sana moans seductively, giggling softly right after. “Oppa, sleep with me for the night,” Sana said, tilting her head to the side curiously and flirtatiously. You see her seductive smirk as she waits for an answer.

You stare into her eyes, “I wouldn’t mind at all.” The unknown aura she had only gave you tunnel vision. And she’s smiling everytime.

“That’s the answer I was looking for.” Sana whispered.

You grab her back and lift her up to sit, glaring at each other in the most sexual ways. Sana aggressively makes out with you everywhere she can put her lips onto and digs into your pants, jerking you off slowly.

“Where’s your bed, Sana?”

“The open door to the right.”

You grab onto her, lifting her up as she chuckles cutely, and carry her to her bedroom. “Fuck; you’re so manly. Just what I want in my bed.”

“Something about you, Sana.”

She doesn’t answer, only kissing you more as you walk to the bedroom. “What about me?”

“I really can’t explain, Sana.”

“Was Jihyo and Momo not enough?”

“They’re good, it’s just something about you.”

“Can’t handle me?”

You toss her onto the bed, crawling quickly to her, and pin her wrist. You couldn’t explain your reasoning to Sana. She stares right at you confidently while being pinned. You get closer to her face. Your thighs pin Sana’s shoulders as she starts bobbing her head with your cock already in her mouth. Sana still maintains eye contact as she sucks you off deeper, while each gag she makes kept getting wet and more wild.

You thrust deeper, she closes her eyes hard—not backing down, and you pause for a moment deep inside her mouth. She’s already pinned down enough to not move, and you wait until she tilts back further onto the pillow. You pull back after several seconds to check up on Sana. She breathes heavily with her eyes red with little tears. You wipe off her tears as her shoulders become free.

“Have me anytime.” Sana said as she catches her breath.

“That’s what Momo said.”

She chuckles, “I guess we all belong to you.”

You slap your cock gently onto her cheeks and put it in her mouth. She chuckles as she sucks you off within the dark bedroom with little to no light. You couldn’t see much but feel around and thrust deeper into her throat, making her gag each time as she takes your cock. Sana grips onto your thighs with her desires taking over.

You stop thrusting into her mouth, letting her take over right away, and kisses every part of your cock romantically. You groan softly while she makes erotic high-pitched moans. She sucks you off slowly and quickly like a pattern. You grab a hold of her wrist, pinning her against the headrest of the bed again. She’s taking everything you do to her without hesitation. The soft high-pitched moans sounded cute of her while it’s hot at the same time.

Sana licks your tip slowly in circles, which gets your cock to twitch. A small chuckle was heard, and she went for more. Your pupils start to dilate in the dark room, seeing a silhouette of her face as she sucks you off passionately. You free her hands and touch the side of her face, rubbing your thumb on her soft cheeks slowly.

“You’re doing so good, Sana.” You groaned with pleasure.

She places her hand on your thigh, gripping it with the softness of her hands. You love how she can be passionate and full of desires at the same time.

Sana pulls out from your cock, “Put it in me."

“I want to open the blinds a bit."

She taps your thigh as a response, and you get up quickly to open the blinds. The moonlight shines through enough to cast a shadow of you and Sana on the wall. You get on top of her, taking off her bra gently while you kiss her shoulders and neck.

“Rip off my pantyhose, don’t take them off."

“You’re so naughty, Sana.” You take off her shorts and rip off the pantyhose. “Wow, you’re really not wearing panties.” Before you even had her lying down, you saw what Sana was wearing but couldn’t tell underneath her pantyhose.

“I will never wear one when I’m with you.”

“Fuck, that’s hot, Sana.”

“Eat my pussy if you’d like to. I’ll make you mine.”

You tear the pantyhose enough to kiss her inner thighs. You lick her folds, kissing them passionately the next, and lock your arm onto her thighs. “You taste amazing, Sana."

She laughs, “Eat me as long as you want.” Sana plays around with your hair while you take your time eating her out. This was what you wanted after a long day at work. She groans louder, squirming subtly as you keep giving her pleasure. You swallow every bit of her tasteful juice, desiring more into the early night. Sana slowly spreads her legs more, groaning more erotically with heavy breaths. “Fuck, right there, please don’t stop."

Her small hands kept scratching your scalp, gripping it as she made a long, seductive groan. You lick her clit, sliding a finger into her walls to see how tight she is. You kiss her clit as Sana starts to moan loudly and grips your hair. She arches her back, trying to catch her breath, while you finger Sana slowly. You kiss her clit to her midriff, kissing all her upper body parts as she giggles seductively.

“I love how you giggle, Sana."

“Make me feel good tonight."

“You want it inside, Sana?”

“Yes, please.” Sana pleaded, her eyes begging. You insert your tip slowly to give her a tease. Sana moans softly as you get deeper and you come closer to her, pinning her arms again. “I love it when you pin me down."

“I love seeing you pinned down while you stare at me, Sana."

“So romantic of you, Oppa,” Sana smiled. Even her eyes are smiling. Her look was too seductive.

You thrust slowly, waiting for her to adjust to your length. Sana keeps eye contact, fighting herself to see you while she tries hard not to close her eyes. You make out with her neck, licking and nibbling it while Sana keeps moaning. A quiet chuckle was heard from Sana as she locked her legs with yours.

“Sana, I’ll cum inside you either way.”

She grabs you by the nape with her mouth near your ears. “You aren’t going nowhere unless I let you.” Sana whispered seductively.

“We can get messy on your bedsheets, Sana.” You give her a stare and a mischievous smile. She’s flirting with you, and you’re doing the same thing back, inviting to dance with the devil tonight.

“Do it. I know you can, and you want to."

You give her a hard thrust as she yells out a quick moan, picking up the pace with her body being brushed up and down on the bedsheets. She tilts her head back with her mouth open as her moans come to a pause—a quick, loud erotic groan expressed in Sana’s voice. Her head tilts to the side, clenching her teeth and catching her breath as she takes your cock deep inside her.

You slow down for her and make out with her neck as she lays still. You unpin her hands, and she quickly gives you a tight hug. “Go harder; it feels so good.” Sana pleaded. You’re in her arms, naked together; she’s giving you butterflies that you couldn’t process. It felt genuine, right in her soft arms and against her tits.

You pick up your pace again, penetrating her walls harder while you kiss Sana’s lips. You love how soft it is, satisfying your desires along with Sana. You breathe heavier, grunting and groaning quietly as you both look at each other after kissing. “Fucking in the dark is so hot with you, Sana."

“You can fuck me anytime when we both aren’t busy. We deserve this.” Sana places her hand on your cheek, staring right into each other's eyes dangerously with lust.

“I’ll tell you to come over next time, Sana.” You kiss her again, only wanting to focus on fucking her through the night. Sana hugs you tightly, moaning and groaning right in your ears, knowing you love to hear her voice. “Give me your legs, Sana."

She unlocks her legs from yours, and you pull out of her. You pin her legs together, ninety degrees up the air, and slowly insert your cock with her walls being tighter. Sana groans louder as you penetrate her walls deeper. She holds onto her tits, squeezing them to tolerate pain and pleasure. You stare at her face, teeth clenching, and spread her legs out to lean against your shoulders. You slowly get closer to her as you thrust harder. The room becomes louder with her moans and bodies colliding in the night sky. She’s got everything you need in bed.

You meet each other's eyes, staring at each other while having a passionate night. Her moans became high-pitched with her body being tensed with her legs up high on your shoulders. You give her a kiss, and she holds you in, squealing and moaning as you muffle it in with your mouth. “Yes, right there, don’t stop!” She cries out of pleasure.

You pick up the pace as she tilts back onto the pillow; she groans harder with her teeth clenched. You nibble her neck with a few gentle bites. Sana starts to hold you tightly as she’s at her limit. You begin to sweat on your back, breathing heavily, trying to make her cum all over your cock. A sudden pause, and she quickly screams out her moans, cumming right on your cock. You feel her walls get tight, and you thrust slowly but deeper to penetrate through. Sana’s nail digs into your back, scratching you at this point as you tolerate it while she cums.

Sana takes long, deep breaths. You slow down to let her catch a breath. She makes out with you, softly moaning passionately, and her legs begin to feel weak from your shoulders. You shrug her legs off, and it falls onto the bedsheets. She giggles seductively at how passionate tonight has gotten.

“Turn around, Sana; I’m not done."

She turns around without a word. You kiss her ass and her toned back, then insert your cock slowly. You grab onto her hair, rotating your wrist to lock on. She arches her back and uses her elbow to lean on the bedsheets; you pick up the pace, thrusting harder and mashing her ass on your pelvis. You pull her hair, and she lifts herself, groaning louder and taking heavy breaths, being fucked.

“Sana, look to your left."

She looks to the left to see both of your shadows casting on the wall. She giggles and groans at the same time. Time was senseless as you fuck her from behind.

“Wait, I want to take a picture of this.” She squeals right after you penetrate her deeply. Sana reaches for the small counter and grabs her phone as you pull her hair again to take a picture. You penetrate her hard right after and make her drop her phone on the bedsheet.

“I won’t let you send this to anyone until I cum inside your tight pussy, Sana."

“Fuck me until you cum.” She said with exhaustion.

You grab her by the hips, aggressively thrusting quickly. Sana moans loudly with her high-pitched voice inside the bedroom. You give her ass some slaps until it becomes warmer to the touch. You put Sana’s face down on the pillow to muffle her loud moans. You keep your pace as you get to your limit.

“Sana, I’m going to cum.” You penetrate her as deep as you can and erupt inside her, flooding her tight walls while she starts to moan softer. Her ass mashed on to you, and lay on top of her to give Sana a kiss on the nape. She reaches for her phone as you watch her silently. She opens the Twice group chat, quickly sending it with a kiss emoji. Then she sends it to another person.

“Who’s the other person?"

“Miyeon, Cho Miyeon.” She said softly. “I think she’ll enjoy having you."

“Think it’s better when I have the both of you."

“Trust me, you’ll love it.” She turns her phone off, and you pull out. “Miyeon has a busy schedule. I’ll tell her to come over when you’re ready."

“Sana, let’s sleep; you look tired."

She nods and beckons you to sleep by her. “Sleep on my tits; I know you love them."

You hug her tits. Sana shrugs you around gently, playing with you, and laughs cutely.

Hours later, you wake up in the middle of the night, tapping her as she wakes up. “Sana…” 

She looks at you with a smile, as she knows what you want. “You don’t have to ask.” Sana glides her hands down to your cock and slowly jerks it off as she giggles seductively. “Should we sleep with each other secretly, without anyone knowing?"

“Not even your members?”

“If they don’t ask. Since you’re with us tomorrow, how about the next day? Not at your place, but on this bed again.

“I’ll let you know.” 

“Okay, Momo.”

You watch the TV as she opens her bedroom. Momo comes out wearing sexy lingerie that surprises you. Stunned as you are, she catwalks right in front of you. Your thoughts begin to run wild.

“Like the view?” Momo said.

“I-I do.”

“Touch me.” You slowly reach for her hips until she slaps your hand. “Do not touch.” Momo giggles after.

“Oh, you’re going to tease me until I can’t hold back? This is easy, Momo.”

“Oppa, don’t be so cocky.”

“We can do this all day, Momo.”

“I know you want me.” Momo teased you.

“I could say the same thing, Momo.”

You decide to tease her, wanting her to surrender to her own games. Momo sits right beside you, shoulder to shoulder, as she leans her head on you. She gets on her phone, scrolling through the internet while you patiently wait for Momo.

“You know you can check me out, right?"

“I know, Momo."

“I’ll order some pork to eat with you, but you have to get the food when they deliver it."

“Understood.” Her tits are amazing as you begin checking her out to your desires from head to toe, gulping secretly as Momo doesn't pay attention but knows you're looking at her.

You sit quietly, waiting until Momo can’t hold back. It becomes a mind game at this point, as you have all the time to make her surrender. She mashes her tits onto your shoulder, trying to get you turned on—you were, in fact, but being mentally patient is in your hands.

“The food is here; may you go grab it, please?” Momo pleaded. You stand up without a word and grab the food, coming back to sit by Momo. She opens the bag and places the food on the table. “Dig in; it’s my treat.”

You open the lids and hand Momo a fork; she stabs the rice cake, tapping your shoulders, and you look at her. Momo sucks on the rice cake, trying to make you lose your sanity and fuck her. You smile at her playfully with a gentle chuckle.

“Momo, I have all day.” You teased her and took off your shirt.

“You look slim when you wear a shirt but have some muscles.” Momo complimented your physique.

“Not much anymore.”

“I bet it’s enough for a threesome.” Momo teased you.

“Momo, don’t get any ideas."

“Is that a bullet wound?” Momo pointed near the back of your shoulders.

“It is; let’s not talk about it."

“Tell me.” 

“No.”

“You’re boring.” 

“Thanks.” You teased Momo.

“Stop being funny and fuck me already. Don’t you want to be inside me?"

“Surrender to your own game, Miss Hirai Momo.”

“No.” She picks up a slice of pork belly.

“I have all day.” You whispered in her ear and took a slice of pork belly to eat.

“Oppa, I bet you caught me checking you out when you started working for us. Even before all of this started happening.”

“It was very noticeable.”

She’s fighting her urge at this point, knowing you aren’t backing down as the pace of her heartbeat rises. You are hard already, but have enough discipline to not let hell break loose. After several minutes, the food on the table was finished. She gets up and throws the utensils away. You stare at her toned back, down to her thighs and ass. You’re amazed at her body; she's meaty and most definitely someone you would use your kinks on. She walks back, takes her bra off, and gives you a view of her tits.

“This should work on you; I know you want to touch my big tits."

“I do.” 

“Touch me.” 

“I know you’re going to shrug me off again, Momo."

“Okay, fine. I can’t take it anymore; you win. Let’s just fuck.” She takes off her panties and gets on top of you.

“Do not touch me, Momo.” You decide to tease her and grab her hands.

“Please?” 

“How bad do you want it, Momo?"

“Oppa….” Momo puts her hands together like a prayer. “Please?”

You don’t answer her and let Momo do what she wants. Momo holds onto your face, kissing you passionately as she starts to grind slowly. You get up with her legs wrapped around you and pin her to the wall near her bedroom. Momo’s tits are mashed onto your chest as she keeps kissing you.

“I love your body, Momo.”

“I know you do.”

“Get off and let me put it in, Momo."

Momo gets off, and you pull her panties down, throw her lingerie back on the couch, and insert your finger inside her. She groans loudly in surprise as you reach deep into her walls. You pull your finger out and give her a quick taste.

“You can call me anytime. Let’s fulfill our fantasies together.” Momo pleaded. 

You take off your pants and boxers, slowly teasing her folds with your tip, then insert your cock inside her. Momo squeals and moans softly as you thrust her while she spreads her legs.

“I love how deep you go into my pussy."

“You’re tight and so fucking wet already, Momo.” You penetrate her walls harder and choke her lightly. She arches her back, her head tilting more towards the wall. A small smile is seen on her face while she’s being choked. You grab onto her tits, squeezing them hard until they leave a print as you thrust slowly and deeply inside Momo. “You rather go to the bed or fuck right on this wall?”

“Fuck me here.” Momo said. 

“Bend over on the wall for me, Momo.” You pull out of her, and she turns around to give you a view of her ass. You give them a firm slap, gripping them from side to side. Momo groans as you caress and grope her. You insert your cock back in Momo as she arches more with her cheeks and hair against the wall. You penetrate her harder and pull her hair back. Momo clenches her teeth, taking your hard cock that’s giving her pain and pleasure.

All you hear are her moans and groans from being penetrated. Momo’s ass bounces each time your pelvis collides with her amazing body. You arch closer to her and grab onto her tits to make her stand up while you keep thrusting. You trace your fingers along her body with one hand and onto her neck, choking her slightly harder as you squeeze her firm tits with your other hand. The room becomes louder with a deeper tone of bodies colliding.

“Your body is perfect to fuck, Momo."

“It’s all yours…either way.” She said as she fought her groans to speak. Her voice was husky from you choking her neck. “Let me give you a special performance after your turn is over."

“I want to cum inside you first, Momo."

“I’ll make you cum again and again after this too."

“I love your confidence, Momo. It turns me so on to hear it while you’re naked."

“Fuck!” Momo yelled. 

“Cum for me, Momo. I know you want to.” You thrust her harder as her ass becomes mashed onto your pelvis. You glide your hand from her tits down to her clit, vigorously rubbing them in circles as she squirms. The room becomes louder, like a deep clap, consistently while you aggressively thrust her to your desires. Momo yells in a different pitch, clenching her teeth, and her eyes become shut. You push her to the wall gently with her cheeks mashed as she opens her mouth. She's breathing harder with her hair all messed up, clenching her teeth once again as she takes all the penetration.

Momo grabs onto your hand that’s rubbing her clit, squeezing tight as she starts to cum hard. She groans loudly, squealing next with her body all tense up and her feet curling into the floor. Her body pushes you, jerking and squirming hard as she’s still cumming. You feel how tight her walls get; thrusting harder is your only option as they become tighter. Her walls get you to your limit, pulsating violently, and you erupt inside her while she gasps for air. You release the pressure from her neck and hold onto her hips while her body is pinned to the wall.

“Momo." You took deep breaths.

“It was amazing. You came so hard."

“You did too, Momo. You’re amazing.” 

“Let’s take a break and drink the coconut water that we forgot about.” Momo laughed. You pull out of her, and thick cum oozes out quickly and onto the floor like a puddle. She squats down, scooping the top layer of cum and giving it a taste. “It tastes so good."

“Jihyo loved it too."

“I bet we all will. It’s like a prize after a hard fuck. Let’s sit on the couch.”

You walk to the couch with Momo and chug down the coconut water. Momo quickly gets on top of you, jerking you off again to get you hard. You stare at Momo; she’s giving you a seductive smile with a confident glare.

“No rest? You’re so horny, Momo.”

“I’m going to make you cum harder. I don’t care how quick it is; I’m going to keep riding.” She spits on your cock after. “You’re all mine until I get off."

“Okay, I’m sorry for teasing you when you had your clothes on.”

“It’s too late, Oppa; it’s too late.” She whispered in your ear. She inserts your cock inside as you both exchange groans again. Momo rides you slowly, planning to catch you off guard as she keeps the slow pace. You play with her tits, circling them and slapping lightly. You see a smirk in her smile as you both look at each other. She giggles after and squats on the couch. Momo picks up the pace as you squeeze her tits harder. She holds onto your shoulder, riding you aggressively, yet it’s so smooth like a wave. You groan harder and louder, closing your eyes while she's staring you down.

“Fuck, Momo!” 

“Cum if you can’t hold back. We aren’t done."

You remain in a trap, forgetting you can get her off without a problem, but she’s riding you so smoothly to the point of feeling paradise. You try to grab onto her tits, and Momo gets a hold of your hands, holding them to pin you down. She knows you enjoy this as she keeps her dominance. You breathe heavily, gasping as she gives you a soft, seductive chuckle.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum, Momo."

“Cum for me."

She rides you deeper, satisfying herself to see you getting exhausted quickly. There was no holding back, you erupt inside her and tilt your head back. She doesn’t stop, only wanting more to see you become weak to her riding you. She chuckles and places your hand on her tits to grab onto. You couldn’t lift your head up to see her; your head becomes heavy to even move due to her talent for riding.

“I finally get to see the weak side of you.” Momo teased you.

“You-”

“Want me to slow down?” You couldn’t respond as she kept riding. You breathe harder, trying to catch your breath. Momo doesn’t let you relax and keeps her pace to make you cum again. “I guess it’s a no."

You squeeze her tits as hard as possible, and she moans erotically at your aggression. She picks up the pace with riding and grinding on your cock. You can tell she’s not even tired from all her work, as she somehow keeps going. She lifts your head up and looks at each other. Her hair becomes more messy with stands glued to her opened mouth. She arches towards you to make out passionately, exchanging breaths while her ass collides with your pelvis.

You get to your limit after several minutes, exhausted at this point with your cock pulsating for another round of cum inside her pussy. 

“Momo, I’m-” You erupt hard inside her as your body tenses up. She pauses deep on your cock, letting all the cum flood her walls as Momo moans from feeling you erupt inside her. She aggressively makes out with you. Suddenly, Nayeon opens the door without you and Momo knowing. Nayeon screams at the sudden appearance of you and Momo fucking on the couch. You both stare at Nayeon in silence.

“Na-” You couldn’t finish your word in surprise.

“Oops, we got caught, Oppa.” Momo said. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Momo?" Nayeon said. 

“I thought you’d be back in two hours."

“I never said it would take two hours.” Nayeon said in a displeased tone. 

You sit there quietly with your cock still inside Momo and your hands on her tits. Nayeon goes to her room and closes the door. You try to get Momo off, but she doesn’t budge.

“Momo, I should go say sorry to her."

“Let her be until she cools down. How was my performance?"

“I-It was great, Momo. You got me there."

“Did it feel good?” She gives you a hug as her tits glue to your face. “Don’t pull out yet. Let’s rest for a bit."

“If it wasn’t good, then I wouldn’t have cum inside you two times while you were riding me."

“I’m glad you loved it. I did too.” She caresses your nape.

You both sit in silence, with you exploring her tits, kissing and nibbling them passionately as time goes by. She gives you more space, letting you check her body out.

“Can I feel your body for a bit more?"

“Of course.” She looks at you while you caress every part of her body. She happily smiles just seeing how gentle you can be without a wild time together. “Can we fuck gently and passionately next time?"

“We can. I want to see how passionate you can be, Momo."

“Is that how it went with Jihyo?” Momo gets off with more cum oozing out and sucks you off slowly with her tongue licking the underside of your cock.

“Yeah, we both had a good time. Can I go apologize to Nayeon now?"

“Yeah, sorry for making us get caught.” Momo kisses your cock. “Go to her; I’ll lick the tasty cum off myself."

“It’s okay, Momo. We had a good time either way.” You walk to Nayeon after dressing and knock on her door.

“Yes?” Nayeon said. 

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, Nayeon."

“It’s okay, Oppa; I didn’t expect to see it right on the couch. Next time, just do it at your house if you can with Momo."

“I will, Nayeon. See you next time."

“Alright, see you."

You walk back to Momo as she puts on her clothes in her room. “I’ll head out now, Momo."

“I guess; see ya.” She walks you to the door, and you head back home. While you’re going home, Momo walks to Nayeon’s room with a small sample of your cum to give Nayeon a taste.

“Taste it; it’s good.”

Nayeon looks at Momo with disgust. “Um, fine.” 

Working with Twice is fun; they get you to laugh. It was unprofessional of you, but no one cares. You became good friends with Jeongyeon; she always took care of you while you were doing your job. You unknowingly opened up to her—it’s something you don’t often do with a client. Jeongyeon was the primary reason why your heart soften up and blended in with society again. Tzuyu is the quietest in your eyes, but she’s very beautiful—enough to make you fall in love with her. You keep your career as professional as it can be, sadly. Wealth generates to you after all those years; you don’t spend much but only on necessary needs, owning a big house with three cars—a minimalistic lifestyle. 

———

You have to be with Jihyo today; she’s very mature by your standards. You get to her place freely; you’ve been trusted enough to be free around celebrities by yourself. You knock on the door, and she welcomes you to come in. "What’s the agenda for today, Jihyo?"

"Nothing; I just want you to keep me company." 

"You’ve got to be joking. I’ll get suspended since this isn’t my job to accompany you inside your own house, ma’am." 

"Don’t call me ma’am. We know each other very well already. Plus, the company is okay with this." 

“Jihyo, what am I supposed to be doing exactly?” You laughed.

"You’ve been working very hard; I want you to relax today." She gets on top of you while you sit on her couch. 

“Ji-”

“You deserve us.”

“What do you mean by us?”

"All nine of us, whenever we want you. Stop being so professional around us sometimes. It’s okay to enjoy some time with us. Come on, I want you today." 

You gulped, staring at each other. "I never imagined this from you, Jihyo." 

"Oppa, It’s different when there are no cameras around." She guides you closer by your chin and gives you a passionate kiss. You hug her, feeling her bra strap and gorgeous body. "That’s right, relax and fuck me." 

You glue your lips to hers; it’s soft as she moans quietly and arches closer to you. "If a word gets out, I won’t be able to work for you girls anymore." 

"You’re so wrong. If they do, I’m terminating my contract." She whispered in your ear. Your cock gets hard underneath your pants. She takes your shirt off violently; her desires surprise you, and you take her top off afterwards, seeing her big, tasteful tits with nipple covers interrupting a sight to see. You take her covers off gently and throw them to the side. Jihyo grabs your nape, pushing you towards her and give her tits a taste. "Big, aren’t they?" 

“They are.”

“You want to see me fully naked?”

“I do, Jihyo.”

She stands up, stripping seductively as you stare at her gorgeous body. Adrenaline rushes throughout your body; it seems like a dream to see a client go to this extent. Jihyo sits on top of you again, grabbing your hands to caress her tits. She looks at you, smiling and having a good time in her home. "May I take off your pants?"

“You may, Jihyo.”

She takes off your pants and your boxers. Jihyo gives your hard cock a kiss. "Looks amazing; may I have a taste, sir?" 

“Why are you calling me sir?” You chuckled.

“You called me ma’am. What do you expect.”

"I’ll take that back." You gently put your hand on her cheeks and your thumb right on her lips. She sucks on your thumb, using her tongue as she stares right at you. "Fuck, you’re so hot." 

She releases from your thumb, kissing the tip of your cock all the way down to the base. You keep looking at her, amazed by what the leader of Twice is doing to you. Jihyo wraps her mouth around your cock, slowly bobbing and using her tongue. She caresses your chest and holds on. You grab her hands off and hold onto her hands; you feel how soft her hands are. 

Jihyo doesn’t stop sucking you off; it’s slow, but you feel every nerve and pleasure she’s giving you—just what she wanted. You let her hands go and play with her hair. Jihyo smiles with the corner of her mouth and gives you a quick chuckle. She sucks you off deeper, hearing how wet she got your cock to be with her own saliva. You grunt quietly, tilting your head back into the headrest of her couch. You glide your hand from her hair to her cheeks; it’s softer than you thought, and everything about her body is amazing. 

“Jihyo, I want it inside you.”

She doesn’t respond, only getting up from her knees and getting on top of you again to insert your cock slowly. You both exchange groans while looking at each other. She covers her mouth, but you remove it in a matter of seconds. You love her voice and want to hear how her moans can sound even better. You nod at her slowly, and she chuckles at your desire to hear her moans. 

The sex is more natural with you both knowing each other enough to be naked. Jihyo glues her lips to yours and kisses each other, passionately fighting for dominance. It gets more messy as it turns into a tongue fight as both of your mouths coat each other with saliva. She searches for your hands and grabs them, pinning you down without any movement. She breaks the kiss, giggling along and staring at each other. 

“So aggressive, Jihyo.”

“You feel so good inside me.”

“I love how tight you are.”

“I bet you want to see how tight the rest of us are.”

“It does get me wondering.”

“Focus on me, you’re fucking me right now.”

You break out of her pinning you with ease. She gets surprised when she sees how easily you can break out. You grab her nape quickly, kissing her aggressively and passionately as she groans in pleasure. She grinds on you faster and holds onto your shoulders. Her breaths become heavy, and her moans become subtly louder. You grab her ass, caressing them with little gentle slaps. You hold on to her hips after; it gets more passionate as it goes on. The house becomes filled with her wet pussy grinding on your cock. You grunt harder, closing your eyes, until she puts her hands to the side of your face for another round of kisses. 

You couldn’t stop staring at her with those lustful eyes she’s showing you. She doesn’t stop grinding, riding you slowly—almost giving you a dance performance naked. Her tight pussy gets you overwhelmed; she’s moaning harder, and you both exchange silent breaths. Jihyo’s body tenses up momentarily from the feel of her thighs. You pull her closer to you, kissing her neck as her head leans on the headrest on the couch. "Cum for me, Jihyo." 

She grinds faster, moaning and squealing louder as she gets to her limit. A pause—body tenses up quickly with her body squirming hesitantly—that's pinning your thighs in. You hold her by the nape with your other hand on her back. You hug her in as she starts to cum, and Jihyo’s moaning right by your ear. You firmly grip her ass, spanking her gently as she rides out her orgasm. You kiss her shoulders until she catches her heavy breath.

“Cum inside me, I want it so bad.” She said while catching her breaths.

"I’m going to lay you on the couch." You grab onto her body with ease, tossing her to lie on the couch and take the lead. Her nape is on the armrest; she’s staring at the ceiling while you slowly thrust inside her. You give Jihyo's neck a kiss as she hugs you tight. Her moans turn into erotic groans, and her voice is so beautiful that it turns you on even more. "Such a beautiful voice, Jihyo." 

She couldn’t say anything, only groaning as you keep thrusting. You get to your limit, grunting and breathing harder. "I’m going to cum." 

“In..side.”

You erupt in her, as deep as you can penetrate, with her body squirming with your thrust. She starts squealing from feeling your warm cum deep inside her. You make out with her neck, breathing hard as you finish. In a quiet living room with only heavy breaths being heard, you pull out with cum oozing out quickly onto her couch. She scoops some of the cum and gives you a taste. 

“You taste good.”

“Can I have you again sometime?” You asked Jihyo.

“Of course. Just call me whenever. You want some ramen?”

“How can you ask me for ramen so casually after we fucked.” You burst into laughter.

“Oppa, I should treat you since you came over.”

“If you don’t mind making it.” You put on your clothes with Jihyo and she goes to the kitchen.

“You know who you should fuck next?”

“Tzuyu?” You confidently said daringly.

"Hmmm, I don’t know about her; she plays hard. I never said any names; do you like Tzuyu or what?" 

“Honestly, she’s interesting, I would date her if I have the chance.”

“Beautiful isn’t she?” Jihyo added.

“Very.”

“I even took a shower with her. Aren’t you jealous?” She teased you.

“No, I want to know her more.”

“Well, you’ve got a lot to make up. She will open up to you if she’s interested enough. By opening up, I meant letting you know her, not her legs.”

“I’m not that dumb, Jihyo. Wait, you’re on a pill right?”

“Don’t worry, we all are.”

“If I do this with idols, do you think Tzuyu will care?”

“As long as you show her love, I’m sure she won’t care. You should get Momo naked next.”

“She does have an amazing body.”

“I bet she will drain you constantly. You’ve seen her dance.”

“So, do I ask her or you will ask her?”

“Don’t worry, she will give you a call.”

Jihyo brings the bowls of ramen, "let’s eat. Another round of sex after?" 

“Settle down, Jihyo.” You laughed and eat the ramen.

After finishing the ramen with Jihyo, she washes the dishes right after. You relax on her couch while watching TV and on your phone. Jihyo comes back to sit next to you, caressing your thighs as she comes closer. Jihyo doesn’t say anything; she only wants to have you inside her again. Her lips glue to yours, passionately kissing loudly while you start to caress her body. Her lips are tasteful—hints of ramen broth as you keep kissing her. You grab her nape, gluing her lips right on yours as she fights for dominance. She holds onto the side of your face, kissing you more while she groans quietly. 

Jihyo breaks the kiss, catching her breath as she looks at you. “Can we have a quickie instead? Cum in my mouth.”

“I will, Jihyo. Get on your knees.”

She gets down, pulling off your pants and boxers, sucking you off quickly right away. You play with her hair, feeling her jawline and her cheeks as she keeps bobbing her head. You both look at each other lustfully. You love her eyes—dilated pupils from being turned on as she sucks you off. You love how mature she is by pleasing both of you and not taking the moments in a more amateur way. You start to breathe harder, loving the way she sucks you off so passionately. She squeezes your cock, jerking you off slowly, sucking and licking your tip consecutively. 

“Fuck, Ji-”

"Mm-hmm." She gave you a reply, you couldn’t tell what she was saying. Jihyo keeps her pace as she plays with her tits, showing you a view that you couldn’t look away from. Jihyo removes her hand, sucking you off deeper as she gags quickly, releasing from your cock to cough. Jihyo stares at you while she jerks you off—her eyes become red, and a small amount of saliva drips off her chin. You wipe her chin off, and she goes back to sucking you off. 

"You’re going to make me cum, Jihyo; keep going." You gather her hair into a ponytail, and she sucks you off quickly. Jihyo makes slight gags and chokes as she tries to make you cum inside her mouth. "Just like that, don’t stop. I’m going to cum." You grunt harder; you grip her hair, overwhelmed by her sucking you off. You erupt inside her mouth, Jihyo pauses and looks at you with gratitude. You hear her swallowing all your cum as she uses her tongue on your sensitive tip. 

Jihyo kisses your tip, and you lift her head up with your hand on her chin. Your thumb wipes off the cum on her lips, and Jihyo sucks on your thumb slowly. She gives you a seductive smile while you catch your breath.

“You loved it didn’t you?” Jihyo said.

“I did.”

“You taste so good, glad I was the first to get it.”

“I want to taste you, Jihyo.”

She nods, “you can next time. It’s only so I can get more of you.”

Look at doctor Sung Jinwoo, isn't he handsome and charismatic. I heard he was very popular among the doctors in the hospital, handsome and smart, the type of husband you want.

It's a pity that he just married a Japanese woman, Minatozaki Sana, His wife is so beautiful, a famous fashionista and has a large number of followers on social media. Even though she already has two children but her body shape curves hourglass, I even heard that she is a fashion model.

You know his eldest son, Sung Suho, isn't athletic and I heard he was selected as a basketball captain at his high school. Didn't his team win the gold climb thanks to his role as team captain.

Her stepdaughter is also beautiful as an angel, her name is Sullyoon, isn't it. I heard that she is the most outstanding female student in the academic field at school, always ranked first and is a representative of the science competition at her school.

That's what everyone who knows Jinwoo's family says but they don't know what it really is....

****

The cake sat in the center of the dining table, its frosting gleaming under the dimmed chandelier.

"Happy Family Anniversary" looped across the surface in elegant cursive, the letters slightly smudged where Sana's fingertip had swiped through the icing earlier—testing the sweetness, she'd claimed, though the hungry flicker in her eyes suggested something else entirely. Jinwoo adjusted his glasses, watching as Sullyoon traced the edge of the cake knife with deliberate slowness, her usual academic precision replaced by something far less clinical.

Suho leaned back in his chair, the basketball captain's jersey stretched tight across his shoulders.

"Shouldn't we cut it already?" he asked, but the way his gaze lingered on Sana's lips betrayed his impatience for something other than dessert.

Jinwoo cleared his throat, loosening his tie as the air thickened—not from the summer heat, but from the unspoken tension coiling between them.

The cake wasn't celebrating twelve years of marriage. It marked twelve months since they'd stopped pretending this was a normal family.

Sullyoon's laughter rang like wind chimes as she settled onto Jinwoo's lap, her school skirt riding up just enough to reveal the lace trim of her thigh-highs.

"Let me feed you, daddy," she murmured, pressing the forkful of cake toward his lips with an exaggerated pout.

The sweetness exploded on his tongue—vanilla layered with something darker, like the way her hips shifted ever so slightly when his fingers dug into the plush curve of her ass. Neither of them acknowledged the touch; Sullyoon merely tilted her head, strands of hair brushing his cheek as she asked.

"Delicious , right?"

Jinwoo nodded as swallowed another bite of cake, the sugar turning cloying as Sullyoon squirmed in his lap—whether from discomfort or encouragement, he couldn't tell, and the ambiguity sent a thrill down his spine. His thumb hooked under the waistband of her panties, the pad grazing warm skin.

Across the table, Sana cradled Suho's head in her lap, her manicured nails trailing idle patterns along his jawline. The basketball captain's jersey had ridden up, revealing a strip of toned abdomen as he leaned into her touch, his lips parting obediently when Sana pressed a bite of cake between them.

"Is it delicious , baby?" she murmured, thumb swiping a fleck of frosting from his lower lip.

Suho's answering groan vibrated against her thigh, his fingers tightening around the hem of her silk slip dress. The fabric slid higher, baring the smooth expanse of her legs, but neither of them glanced at Jinwoo—no hesitation, no guilt, just the quiet certainty of shared rituals.

Sullyoon exhaled sharply against Jinwoo's collar, her breath warm as she twisted to watch the scene.

"Mom's being greedy again," she whispered, nipping at his earlobe with sudden teeth. Her hand guided his deeper beneath her skirt, the lace of her panties already damp beneath his fingertips.

"She knows Suho can't resist her cakes."

The double entendre curled like smoke between them, underscored by the wet sound of Suho sucking Sana's fingers clean. Jinwoo's pulse stuttered—not from shock, but from the familiar ache of watching his family slot together in ways that should've fractured them.

After a years marriage, actually Jinwoo and Sana have no interest in each other, for one reason, not my type.

Instead, Jinwoo is more attracted to Sullyoon, Sana's daughter. Cheerful and spoiled girl.

Jinwoo remembered the first time he met Sullyoon—how her gaze had skittered away from his like a spooked deer, how her fingers had twisted the hem of her school blouse into wrinkled knots. He’d pretended not to notice the way her cheeks pinkened when he reached across the table for the salt shaker, how her breath hitched when their fingers brushed. Later, he’d lie awake replaying that accidental contact, the phantom warmth of her skin lingering on his fingertips like a brand.

Meanwhile, Sana prefers the type of young man who is full of enthusiasm, confidence and athleticism. That's what Sana found in the figure of Sung Suho.

Sana remembered the first time she met Suho—really met him—with the kind of clarity that made her fingertips tingle even now. Jinwoo had been fussing with his watch, lips pursed in that tight-lipped disapproval he reserved for tardiness, when the café door swung open with a gust of summer heat. Suho stood there, his basketball jersey clinging to his chest in damp patches, hair plastered to his forehead from whatever impulsive sprint had brought him here late.

"Sorry," he'd panted, flashing a grin so bright it should've come with a warning label. The apology was perfunctory; his eyes, though—those locked onto Sana with an intensity that made her stir her iced coffee three times too many. The straw clinked against the glass like a nervous metronome.

Jinwoo had known from the start that Sana wasn’t the kind of woman who would ever fit neatly into the role of a demure housewife—not that he’d wanted one. Likewise Sana, also doesn't like Jinwoo's rigid style.

It wasn’t disliked; it was something closer to mutual recognition, two predators circling each other without ever bothering to clash. He’d married her for convenience, a tidy arrangement that gave them both social legitimacy while leaving their real desires untouched.

The wedding had been a masterclass in plausible deniability—peonies arranged just so to obscure the way Sana's fingers lingered on Suho's bicep when they posed for family photos, the cut of Jinwoo's tuxedo jacket hiding how his palm slid beneath Sullyoon's bridesmaid dress during the first dance. The guests sighed over the blended family's picture-perfect harmony, never questioning why the newlyweds exchanged rings with more ceremony than a kiss.

Later, when the hotel suite door clicked shut behind them, Jinwoo loosened his tie with one hand while the other tugged Sullyoon into the adjoining bedroom by her sash.

"You looked beautiful today," he murmured against the shell of her ear, savoring the way her pulse fluttered under his lips like a trapped bird.

The chiffon of her dress pooled around her ankles with a whisper, and for once, the straight-A student had no clever retort—just a gasp when his teeth found the sensitive spot below her jaw.

In the suite's main bedroom, Sana perched on the edge of the king-sized bed, her wedding gown unzipped to the small of her back. Suho hovered near the minibar, cracking open a soda can with excessive force, the fizz echoing his nervous energy.

"You don't have to pretend with me," Sana said, peeling off one satin glove with her teeth.

The deliberate slowness of the gesture made Suho's throat bob—she'd practiced that move in the mirror for weeks, timing it to the exact second his resolve would fray. His basketball captain's discipline crumpled when she hooked a finger into the waistband of his slacks, pulling him closer with a laugh that vibrated against his collarbone.

"All those trophies," she mused, "and you're still scared of little old me?”

Present day.

The king-size bed creaked under their combined weight as Father and son seemed to be waiting for something that made them impatient.

The bathroom door remained stubbornly closed, the faint sound of giggles and rustling fabric slipping through the gap like a promise. Jinwoo adjusted his glasses, the lenses fogging slightly from the steam curling beneath the doorframe.

"They're taking longer than usual," Suho, remarked.

“Just wait it, Son”, The father pointed to the direction of his glasses.

The bathroom lock clicked open with theatrical slowness. Sana emerged first, her hips swaying with the practiced ease of a runway model—except no fashion week had ever featured lingerie this deliberately indecent. The pastel pink straps of her teddy clung to her curves like a second skin, the lace barely containing the swell of her breasts as she paused at the foot of the bed.

"Happy anniversary, boys," she purred, dragging a manicured nail down Suho's skin. The basketball captain's breath hitched audibly, his fingers digging into the sheets as Sana climbed onto the mattress with feline grace, her knees bracketing his hips.

Sullyoon's entrance was quieter but no less devastating. She hovered in the doorway, her white chemise translucent under the bedroom lights, the shadow of her nipples visible through the fabric as she bit her lower lip in faux shyness. Jinwoo's throat went dry. She'd worn her hair down tonight—a rare deviation from her usual schoolgirl ponytail—and the dark waves framed her face like a Renaissance painting gone deliciously wrong.

"Daddy," she murmured, padding toward him with bare feet, "Do I look hot and sexy enough for you, tonight ?" The question was a blade wrapped in silk, a reminder of all the times he'd called her his little girl while his hands taught her otherwise.

Jinwoo’s fingers twitched against Sullyoon’s thigh, the lace of her panties damp beneath his touch as if she’d been waiting for this all evening—maybe longer. Her breath hitched when his thumb slipped beneath the fabric, tracing the crease where her leg met her hip with deliberate slowness.

"You're so beautiful, princess," Jinwoo murmured against Sullyoon's jaw, his breath warm where it ghosted over the rapid flutter of her pulse.

The endearment made her squirm—not from discomfort, but from the way it coiled heat low in her belly, the contradiction of being called childish while his fingers mapped the adult curves beneath her chemise. When she opened her mouth to protest, Jinwoo swallowed the words with a kiss that started slow, almost chaste, until the tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips and she gasped into his mouth.

The aggression came not in force but in persistence—the way Jinwoo's hands slid from her hips to her waist, then higher, as if cataloging every inch of her. Sullyoon arched into the touch, her fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer, nails scraping his scalp when his thumb finally brushed the peaked hardness of her nipple through the sheer fabric. The sound she made was half whimper, half moan, swallowed by Jinwoo's mouth as he deepened the kiss, his teeth catching her lower lip in a way that sent sparks down her spine.

Looks like the shy princess has started to get bold," Suho drawled from across the room, his voice dripping with amusement as Sullyoon's fingers twisted tighter in Jinwoo's hair.

She broke the kiss just long enough to shoot him a glare sharp enough to carve glass, her chest heaving against Jinwoo's in a way that made Suho's smirk widen. Then she was surging back into Jinwoo's mouth with a hunger that left no room for hesitation—tongue tangling with his, teeth nipping at his lower lip like she wanted to devour him whole.

Sana caught Suho's chin between her fingers, tilting his face up to hers with effortless dominance.

"Let your little sister have fun with your father," she murmured, her thumb brushing over his parted lips before she dragged it downward, tracing the column of his throat.

"Let's both enjoy ourselves."

The command was velvet-wrapped steel, and Suho shuddered as she guided his head against the plush swell of her chest, the lace of her teddy scratching deliciously against his flushed cheeks. He inhaled sharply—vanilla and something darker, the scent of her skin layered with the musk of want—before Sana's fingers carded through his hair, holding him there as she arched into his mouth.

Suho's fingers trembled against the clasp of Sana's teddy—not from inexperience, but from the way her smirk dared him to fumble. The pink straps fell away with a whisper, her breasts spilling into his palms like overripe fruit, still warm from the heat between them. Moonlight caught the light flush spreading across her skin, the pink of her nipples darkening as Suho's thumbs circled them with worshipful slowness.

"Look at you," Sana breathed, arching into his touch with a roll of her hips that made the mattress creak. "My greedy little athlete."

The first lick was tentative, Suho's tongue darting out to trace the stiff peak before he sealed his mouth over it with a groan that vibrated against her flesh. Sana's fingers fisted in his hair, holding him there as he suckled with the single-minded intensity of a starving man—teeth grazing, lips pursing around the areola until her back bowed off the bed.

"Urgh... You love it, dear," she gasped, her other hand guiding his head to her neglected breast. "Your stepmother's breasts taste better than any trophy, don't they?"

Suho lifted his head just enough to pant, "Yes, Mom," before diving back in, his lips glistening with her arousal as he switched sides.

"Your tits are so soft and fluffy", that turned pain into pleasure, the angle of his tongue that made her thighs clamp around his hips.

Meanwhile Jinwoo's fingers moved with the precision of a surgeon—slow, deliberate strokes that made Sullyoon's breath stutter against his collarbone. The lace of her panties had long since been pushed aside, the fabric damp where it pressed against his wrist as he curled two fingers inside her, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit in lazy circles.

"Urgh... Daddy, your fingers are inside me..." Sullyoon gasped, her hips jerking into his touch like a marionette whose strings had been tugged too hard. Her chemise rode up around her waist, the sheer fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked skin as she arched against him.

"I like that... Oh god."

Jinwoo grinned against the flutter of her pulse, his teeth scraping the delicate skin of her shoulder blade before soothing the sting with his tongue.

"You're too wet for dad, princess," he murmured, the words hot against her ear as his thumb circled faster, the pad rubbing rough over her swollen clit.

glock glock

The wet echoed obscenely through the bedroom, syncopated with the creak of mattress springs as Sana bobbed her head with the practiced rhythm of a woman who'd rehearsed this in mirrors.

Her lips stretched obscenely around Suho's cock, the pink lace straps of her discarded teddy still draped over one shoulder like a fallen banner of surrender. Suho's fingers clenched in her hair—not pulling, just anchoring himself as his hips jerked involuntarily, the head of his cock bumping against the back of her throat before she swallowed him down again with a hum that vibrated along his length.

"Urgh... Fuck... Mom," he gasped, the honorific twisting into something filthy as her tongue curled under his shaft, "your mouth feels so awesome around my cock."

The compliment dripped from his lips like the spit slicking her chin.

Sana smiled around the thick length filling her mouth, her lips stretched taut as Suho's cock bumped against the back of her throat—not a flinch, not a gag, just the deliberate press of his swollen tip against the tight ring of muscle before she swallowed him down deeper. The sound he made was ragged, half-strangled, his fingers tightening in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks and took him to the hilt.

Sullyoon arched against the sheets with a choked gasp, her fingers twisting in Jinwoo's hair as his tongue lapped at her with the desperation of a man who'd found his only source of hydration.

"Mmph... Daddy... Daddy... Your tongue—" The words shattered into a moan when he curled it just so, the flat of his tongue dragging slow and wet from her fluttering entrance to the swollen bud at her apex.

Her thighs trembled around his ears, the musky scent of her arousal thick enough to taste—and Jinwoo did, savoring the tang on his tongue like a connoisseur of some forbidden vintage.

He'd mapped this terrain a dozen times before, could navigate the hitch in her breath when he flicked over that sensitive spot just left of center, the way her hips jerked when he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked gently.

But tonight—anniversary night—he took his time, tracing lazy circles with the tip of his tongue until her whimpers turned pleading, until the lace straps of her chemise dug into her shoulders from how hard she was pulling at them.

"Please," she gasped, her voice cracking on the syllable, "please, daddy, I need—”

Jinwoo's breath hitched—not at the words, but at the way Sullyoon's fingers trembled against his scalp, her usual eloquence reduced to fractured syllables.

He kissed that dip slowly, savoring her shudder before murmuring, "Say it again." His teeth grazed her pulse point. "Properly."

Sullyoon's hips jerked against his mouth, her thighs clamping around his head as she gasped, "I need your cock, Daddy—" The last word cracked into a moan when Jinwoo's tongue plunged inside her without warning, fucking her with shallow thrusts that left her dripping.

The mattress groaned under their combined weight as Sana rolled her hips with the precision of a dancer, each downward thrust spearing herself deeper onto Suho's cock. Moonlight caught the sweat slicking her spine, the damp strands of hair clinging to her neck as she arched back, her hands braced against Suho's thighs for leverage.

"Oh... fuck..." she gasped, the words fracturing as Suho's hips jerked upward to meet her, the slap of skin against skin punctuating each movement.

"Fuck Mommy like that, baby—your cock feels so good inside me."

Suho's hands slid up her thighs, fingers digging into the plush flesh of her hips as he guided her movements, his grip tight enough to leave bruises.

"Mom, I love inside you—" he choked out, the honorific twisting into something filthy when she clenched around him, her inner muscles fluttering like a vice. Sana's laugh was low and throaty, her nails raking down his chest as she leaned forward, her breasts swaying just above his mouth.

"Say it again," she purred, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles that made Suho's back bow off the bed. His cock twitched inside her, the thick length of him stretching her impossibly wider with each shallow thrust.

"Tell Mommy how much you love it.”

The pillow muffled Sullyoon's cries but did nothing to hide the way her fingers clawed at the sheets, the fabric twisting between her knuckles as Jinwoo's thrusts drove her forward with each snap of his hips. Her chemise had ridden up around her waist, the delicate lace straps sliding down her shoulders to pool at her elbows—a half-undressed vulnerability that made Jinwoo's grip tighten on her hips, his thumbs digging into the dimples just above her ass.

"Oh, Daddy—" she gasped, the words fracturing when he angled deeper, the swollen head of his cock grinding against that sweet spot inside her that made her vision whiten.

"So deep, daddy, your cock... So deep inside me—"

Jinwoo's chuckle was dark, roughened by lust as he leaned over her, one hand sliding up to fist in her hair and tug just enough to arch her back. The new angle made Sullyoon sob, her thighs trembling as he pistoned into her with relentless precision, each stroke measured to drag against her walls in a way that left her dripping.

"You're so tight, princess," he murmured, his breath hot against the shell of her ear as his free hand groped her bouncing breast, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger until she keened, "Daddy isn't bored by your pussy."

She could feel him everywhere: the stretch of him filling her, the calloused drag of his palm over her nipple, the possessive grip on her hipbones that would leave bruises by morning. But it was the way his cockhead ached against her deepest point that unraveled her, the relentless friction coiling heat low in her belly until her moans turned pleading.

"Please—" she whined, her voice breaking as Jinwoo's pace stuttered, his thrusts turning shallow just to watch her squirm. "Daddy, please—”

The headboard slammed against the wall with the force of a battering ram, each impact timed to Sana's ragged cries as Suho drove into her with the single-minded intensity of an athlete chasing victory. The mating press pinned her beneath him—her legs hooked over his shoulders, her spine arched into a perfect curve that left her completely vulnerable to his relentless thrusts. Sweat dripped from Suho's brow onto Sana's heaving chest, mingling with the smeared lipstick around her gasping mouth.

"Fuck... fuck... harder, baby," she demanded, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave crimson trails.

"Break me."

Suho obeyed with a snarl, his hips pistoning faster, the obscene slap of skin echoing through the bedroom as he bottomed out inside her with every stroke. "Feel that, Mom?" he panted, his voice rough with exertion. "How your son's perverted dick stretches you open?" The vulgarity sent a jolt through Sana—not shock, but arousal, her cunt clenching around him as if trying to milk the confession straight from his cock.

"I like it," she gasped, her head thrashing against the pillows. "I love it—the way my stepson abuses my hole like I'm some cheap slut." The words unraveled into a scream as Suho angled deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with each brutal thrust.

The kiss was slow, deliberate—Jinwoo's lips moving against Sullyoon's with the same measured precision as his hips, each thrust timed to the flick of his tongue against hers. Her moans vibrated between them, muffled but unmistakable, the syllables fracturing whenever he bottomed out inside her with that particular angle that made her toes curl.

"Yes daddy... Mmph... So God... Like that... Oh—" Sullyoon gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he withdrew almost completely, only to push back in with excruciating slowness, the swollen head of his cock pressing against her deepest point until her back arched off the bed.

Jinwoo swallowed her whimpers, his hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back and expose the flutter of her pulse.

He licked a stripe up her throat, savoring the salt on his tongue before murmuring against her ear, "You take me so well, princess", His hips rolled forward again, deeper this time, the stretch drawing a broken cry from Sullyoon's lips.

"Like you were made for daddy's cock.”

The moon hung heavy and swollen over the bedroom window—a voyeur painted silver by its own guilty light—as Jinwoo's thrusts stuttered into ragged, uneven jerks. Sullyoon's thighs trembled against his hips, her nails scoring crescents into his shoulder blades when he buried himself to the hilt with a groan that ripped from his chest like a confession. Heat pulsed between them, thick and syrupy as his release flooded her in waves, each throb wringing a whimper from her lips.

Across the room, Suho's hips snapped forward one final time, his spine bowing like a drawn arrow before he collapsed against Sana with a sound that was half-growl, half-prayer. The wet slap of skin stilled as he emptied himself inside her, his cock twitching with each spurt that painted her walls white. Sana arched beneath him, her fingers knotting in his sweat-damp hair as she milked him through it, her inner muscles fluttering around him like a vice.

The air hung thick with musk and sweat, the only sound their ragged breathing as the four of them lay tangled in the aftermath. Jinwoo's fingers still gripped Sullyoon's hips, his thumbs pressed into the bruises he'd left earlier, watching with dark fascination as his release spilled from her in slow, viscous rivulets. It pooled between her thighs, dripping onto the rumpled sheets with obscene finality—white against the flushed pink of her skin, stark as spilled ink on parchment.

Across the bed, Sana arched her back with a lazy sigh, her fingers trailing through the mess Suho had left between her legs. "Look at this," she murmured, holding up glistening fingertips to the moonlight, the strands of cum stretching like spider silk before snapping. She turned her head to catch Jinwoo's gaze, her smirk wicked as she dragged her wet fingers across Suho's panting chest.

"Your son fills me up so well."

Jinwoo’s chuckle was low and rough, his fingers still tangled in Sullyoon’s hair as he turned his head to meet Sana’s gaze.

The moonlight caught the smug curve of his lips, the sweat-slicked sheen of his throat as he rasped, "Your daughter can’t stop milking me too."

Suho's grin was all teeth when he turned to Jinwoo, his fingers still slick with Sana's arousal as he wiped them lazily across the sheets.

"Dad," he drawled, the word dripping with mischief, "you've gotta feel Mom's pussy at least once. Bet it's tighter than Sullyoon's."

Sullyoon’s lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, her fingers tracing idle circles on Jinwoo’s sweat-slicked chest as she flicked her gaze toward Suho.

"At least Daddy’s bigger than your tiny cock," she sing-songed, her voice dripping with saccharine malice.

Suho and Sullyoon bickering like ordinary brother and sister in argue. This situation made Jinwoo and Sana chuckle

Sana's grin curled like smoke as she rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand while the other traced idle patterns through the drying mess on Suho's abdomen. "How about you two fuck each other?" she purred, the words dripping with mischief as her gaze flicked between Sullyoon and Suho.

Jinwoo chimed in, "That's exactly what your mother said," his voice rich with amusement as he watched Suho and Sullyoon's nose wrinkle in disgust.

"Never" . Both of them were rejected.

That's how the night happened—like any other night, woven into the fabric of stories the four of them shared: bodies tangled, breaths mingling, lewd warmth pooling between sheets damp with sweat and other things.