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You give it to her harder. The headboard starts tapping the wall. Her eyes flutter. She’s so wet the sounds are filthy even with the door closed. You lean down and suck one of her nipples into your mouth, teeth grazing, and she arches up into you with a sharp gasp.

That’s when the bedroom door opens.

Jihyo stands in the doorway, still wearing her practice clothes—black leggings, oversized hoodie, hair in a messy ponytail. Her phone is in one hand. Her other hand is frozen on the doorknob. She stares.

You don’t pull out. Momo doesn’t scramble to cover herself. She just turns her head toward the door, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and says, almost calmly, “Hey.”

Jihyo’s voice comes out rough. “What the hell am I looking at?”

Momo reaches up and cups the back of your neck, keeping you inside her. “You’re looking at me and my dad. We’ve been doing this for a while now.” She glances at you, then back at Jihyo. “He’s a huge fan of yours. Like, for years. Every time I came home from practice he’d ask about you. How you sounded. What you wore. Whether you were tired. I told him everything. I told him how pretty you are when you’re focused. How your body moves. He liked hearing it.”

Jihyo’s eyes flick down to where your cock is buried in Momo, then to Momo’s bare tits, then back to your face. She doesn’t leave. She doesn’t yell. She just stands there breathing harder.

Momo slides one hand down between her own legs and starts rubbing her clit in slow circles while you stay buried. “You can leave if you want. Or you can come closer. He’s been hard for you in his head for a long time. I thought… maybe you’d want to see what that feels like in real life. Just for tonight. Or longer. Whatever you decide.”

You finally speak, voice low. “She’s not lying. I’ve watched every stage. Every fancam. Thought about what you’d sound like under me more times than I should admit.”

Jihyo’s throat works. She steps inside and closes the door behind her. The lock clicks. She sets her phone on the dresser. Then she pulls the hoodie over her head. No bra underneath. Her breasts are full, nipples already tight from the cool air or from what she’s seeing. She peels the leggings and panties down together and kicks them away. Naked, she walks to the side of the bed.

Momo smiles, soft and a little wicked. “Good choice.”

You pull out of Momo slowly. Your cock is slick and heavy, standing straight up. Jihyo’s eyes drop to it and stay there. Momo sits up, swings her legs over the edge of the bed, and pats the space between her knees.

“Come here. Both of us.”

Jihyo climbs onto the mattress. You stand at the edge. The two of them kneel side by side in front of you, looking up. Momo takes your cock in one hand and guides the head to Jihyo’s lips first.

“Open for him,” she says. “He’s been waiting.”

Jihyo parts her lips. You push into the wet heat of her mouth. She takes you deeper than you expected on the first try, tongue pressing along the underside. Momo leans in and licks the shaft where Jihyo’s lips don’t cover, then the two of them start working you together. Double blowjob, messy and coordinated. When Jihyo pulls off to breathe, Momo takes over, sinking until her nose brushes your stomach. Spit runs down your cock and drips onto their tits. They trade the head back and forth, tongues meeting around it, kissing each other with your cock between them.

You thread one hand into Jihyo’s ponytail and the other into Momo’s hair. “Fuck, look at you two. My daughter and her unnie sharing my cock like it’s the only thing that matters.”

Momo pulls off with a wet sound and looks up at you, lips shiny. “Because it is right now, Daddy. Tell her how good she feels.”

“She feels perfect,” you say, eyes on Jihyo. “Hot little mouth. Knew it would be.”

Jihyo’s cheeks flush darker. She goes back down, sucking harder, one hand stroking what she can’t fit. Momo ducks lower and mouths your balls, tongue wet and eager. They switch again. Jihyo’s spit strings from her lower lip to the tip when she pulls away. Momo catches the string on her tongue and licks it up, then takes you deep.

You don’t let them finish you yet. You pull them both up onto the bed and push them onto their backs side by side. You climb over them and lower your face between Momo’s legs first, licking a long stripe up her cunt while your fingers slide into Jihyo. Momo moans and spreads wider. Jihyo’s hips lift to meet your hand. You switch—mouth on Jihyo now, two fingers pumping into your daughter. Jihyo tastes different, cleaner, a little sharper. You suck her clit and listen to the sound she makes when her thighs start to shake.

“Daddy’s good with his tongue, right?” Momo says, voice breathy. She reaches over and pinches one of Jihyo’s nipples. “He’s going to ruin us both tonight.”

You sit up, cock throbbing, and straddle Jihyo’s waist. You press your shaft between her full breasts and push them together with your hands. Titjob. Jihyo looks down, eyes half-lidded, and sticks her tongue out so every time you thrust up through the soft press of her tits the head slides against it. Momo crawls up and starts sucking one of Jihyo’s nipples while you fuck the valley of her chest. Then Momo switches to the other side, licking where your cock slides, adding more spit so everything is slick and shiny.

“Worship those tits for me,” you tell Momo. “They’re perfect. Always knew they would be.”

Momo moans around Jihyo’s nipple and does exactly that—sucking, biting gently, burying her face between them when you pull back. You keep thrusting through Jihyo’s cleavage until pre-cum smears across her sternum and collarbone. Then you shift, grab Momo by the hips, and pull her up so she’s straddling your face while you lie back.

Face riding. Momo sinks down onto your mouth without hesitation. You eat her like you’re starving—tongue deep, nose pressed to her clit, hands gripping her ass to keep her grinding. Jihyo swings a leg over your hips and sinks down onto your cock in one smooth motion. She starts riding you while Momo rides your face. The bed creaks. Momo’s hands plant on the headboard. Jihyo’s hands plant on your stomach. Two sets of tits bounce above you. You can hear both of them moaning, the wet sounds of your cock in Jihyo and your tongue in Momo mixing together.

Momo looks down at you between her thighs, eyes glassy. “Fuck, Daddy… use that tongue. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Jihyo leans forward and kisses Momo while she keeps bouncing on your cock. Their tongues slide together right above you. You can feel Jihyo tightening every time Momo moans into her mouth. You reach up and cup both of Momo’s breasts, squeezing, thumbs rubbing her nipples while she grinds harder on your face.

They switch without being told. Momo lifts off your mouth, turns, and drops onto your cock facing away from you in reverse. Jihyo climbs up and settles her cunt over your mouth. You lick into her while Momo rides you reverse-cowgirl, ass bouncing, looking back over her shoulder at the way your cock disappears inside her. Jihyo reaches down and spreads herself for your tongue, then starts grinding in earnest. You suck her clit and push two fingers into her at the same time. She comes first—thighs clamping around your head, a broken cry leaving her throat, cunt pulsing against your mouth. You keep licking her through it until she twitches and pulls away, oversensitive.

Momo is close behind. You sit up, wrap an arm around her waist, and fuck up into her hard while she’s still facing away. Jihyo kneels in front of her and leans in to suck Momo’s clit while you pound her. Triple contact. Momo comes with a high, shaky moan, walls clamping down, body jerking between the two of you. You feel every flutter around your cock.

You pull out before you finish. “On your knees. Both of you. Mouths open.”

They scramble off the bed and drop to the floor in front of you, side by side again. You stroke yourself, looking down at their flushed faces, spit-slick lips, and cum-ready tongues. Momo reaches up and cups your balls. Jihyo wraps both hands around the shaft and pumps in time with your fist.

You come hard. Thick ropes shoot across both their faces—cheeks, noses, lips, eyelids. More lands on their tongues and open mouths. Some drips down onto their tits, white streaks over nipples and cleavage. They keep their mouths open and catch what they can. When the last pulse fades you push the head between Momo’s lips and let her suck the rest clean. Then you pull out and feed the same cock to Jihyo. She takes it willingly, tasting herself and her friend mixed with your cum.

Momo leans in and kisses Jihyo while your cock is still in Jihyo’s mouth. Cum swapping. They pass it back and forth between their tongues, messy and deliberate, some of it dripping down their chins onto their breasts. You watch every second of it, cock still twitching.

Eventually they climb back onto the bed. You lie in the middle. Momo curls against one side, Jihyo against the other. Both of them are marked—faces shiny, tits streaked, lips swollen. Momo traces lazy circles on your chest. Jihyo’s hand rests low on your stomach, fingers occasionally brushing the base of your cock like she’s already thinking about round two.

No one talks for a long minute. The only sounds are breathing and the distant city outside the window.

Momo breaks the quiet first, voice soft against your skin. “Stay a little longer, Daddy?”

You look at Jihyo. She’s watching you with half-lidded eyes, a smear of cum still drying at the corner of her mouth. She doesn’t look like she wants to leave.

“Yeah,” you say. “I’m not going anywhere yet.”

Finally back in Korea, even if just for a couple of days, Tzuyu aimed to make the best of it. Of course, that included spending whatever little free time she had with Seungdae on the simplest of plans: enjoying his company alongside Kaya and Butter, cuddling and teasing him about his weekend with Lia, then making love between laughs, giggles, and moans.

The following day, however, required a bit more from both of them.

"She's free today, and it's both of us. She'll love the idea." Seungdae smirked at her in JYPE's underground parking.

"It's okay if she says no. I can give you her present—" Tzuyu's nervousness disappeared with his kiss, bringing a beaming smile to her face.

"I'll take care of it. You're almost on time." Seungdae winked, giving her another peck and watching her run off to practice for Twice's performance in Macau.

While he continued his day job, doing his best not to fall asleep halfway through a couple of meetings, he and Jieun arranged their afternoon to fulfill Tzuyu's wish and to have that pending conversation with her.

Before he knew it, half the day was over, and he was back at JYPE, waiting to see all of Twice together for the first time in almost a month. He heard Nayeon's recognizable tone and volume accompanied by Jeongyeon's mocking and the laughs of half the group, all bouncing through the hallway until they appeared. Just as he expected, they all teased Tzuyu, which somehow backfired on the oldest member.

"Seungdae! Tell them I'm not jealous about Tzuyu spending all her time with you!" Nayeon whined, held by Jihyo and Momo.

"I may be a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them," he scoffed, opening his arms for the maknae and kissing her in front of them.

"You only hide some big truths, Mr. Hwang," Sana chuckled, hugging Mina.

"Although none of us would have slept with him if we knew he was IU sunbaenim's boyfriend," Jeongyeon stated, bringing a big nod from Dahyun.

"He was not her boyfriend back then," Tzuyu grinned, hugging him tightly, something Seungdae reciprocated.

"He probably wouldn't be without us now," Chaeyoung murmured, just loud enough for him to react.

"Fair, fair. Thank you very much, I suppose." Seungdae smirked at Momo, then at Chaeyoung, remembering how it all started, his first night at Mina's place, and its consequences. "I'd love to stay longer with all of you, but we've got plans."

"Will any of those plans include us in the future?" Mina pondered in her characteristic soft tone, but with a clear intention.

Seungdae looked at Tzuyu, and she nodded with a flushed grin. "She says you need to ask her first," he joked.

"I didn't say that," Tzuyu whispered, fisting his shirt. "You can still have sex with them," she said loud enough for the rest to hear clearly.

"Oh, she says she wants to be included," he mockingly clarified.

"That would be easy," Nayeon, Momo, and Sana said in unison, making the maknae blush and the rest of the members laugh.

They took a minute to say their goodbyes, and, with Jihyo's full blessing and trust, they drove to Jieun's house.

He helped her relax on their way there, reassuring her that Jieun was dying to see her again, laughing a bit at the fact that the three of them had already slept together after watching each other fuck eight other people.

"Exactly! There was a lot of adrenaline that day. Now it's only going to be the three of us!" Tzuyu explained, eyes wide open, staring into the elevator's doors.

"Yeah, about that…"

The doors opened from within IU's house, and she ran towards Tzuyu to hug her.

The tall woman was at a loss for words, not only at Jieun's display of affection and not-so-subtle way to rub her face on her breasts, but also at Lee Jongsuk, who stood in front of them with a big smile. "H-hi," Tzuyu said, trying to bow, relaxing a bit at the sight of IU's soft giggle.

Dinner went smoothly. After Tzuyu got more comfortable with Jongsuk's unexpected presence for the night, she slowly broke the ice with him. Even though her original plan was to pay for everyone's food, Jongsuk had insisted on taking the responsibility, ordering a small feast with enough for Jieun to save the leftovers, knowing she may not have time to cook later in the week.

Once done, they moved to the L-shaped couches of the living room, where Tzuyu revealed the presents she had bought in Japan for Seungdae and Jieun.

"I really hope you like them," she said shyly, bringing a wide smile to Jieun as she opened the silk pajama sets patterned with blue and purple flowers.

Moved, Jieun jumped to hug her. "I'll send you a picture every time I wear them!" she assured her, caressing her cheek before both turned to see a confused Seungdae, admiring his own present: a single pajama set, even though the box said two.

"The other one's in my room," Tzuyu admitted with a pout, eliciting a series of surprised gasps from the couple of actors and small pecks from Seungdae across her face. "I'm sorry I didn't think of anything for you," she added, looking at Jongsuk, who was sitting in the corner of the couch, welcoming Jieun into his arms.

"It's fine, you gave me two presents already," he chuckled, receiving a slap on the shoulder from Jieun and a confused look from Tzuyu.

"We won't be sleeping here tonight," Jieun explained. "It's been some time since I stayed in his place." She smirked, elbowing Jongsuk's stomach. "We thought you two could enjoy having the house for yourselves."

"We… I can go if you want—"

"No," Jieun ran through the couches to sit on her legs and hug her. "He's yours for the night, and so is this house," she said softly, watching her pout. "We'll have time for a night together later. Even without him if you want," she whispered, scrunching her nose and pinching Tzuyu's cheeks. "I'd love to feel your thighs around my head," she purred.

"Okay," Tzuyu murmured, staring into her elder's eyes, fully aware of the red shade on her own cheeks. "They're looking at us."

"They're imagining us," Jieun corrected her.

"True," both men said in unison after looking at each other, causing Tzuyu to hide her face in Jieun's breasts, bringing laughter to the room.

"What's the other present, then?" Tzuyu pondered, daring to see the actor's face.

"Saving me from his snoring." Jongsuk chuckled, nodding toward Seungdae, making the women laugh.

"I-I don't snore," he replied quietly.

"You do, Great One," Jieun nodded, trying to hold her laugh, making Seungdae frown.

"When you sleep on your back, yes. It can be scary," Tzuyu added, getting pats on her head from Jieun and making Jongsuk raise his hands in victory.

After a little more chit-chat, Jieun and Seungdae stared at each other, agreeing it was time. She reminded Tzuyu it was okay for her to stay, and wished they could meet again sooner rather than later.

The men, meanwhile, spoke silently to each other.

"You do realize after this, I'll be spending way more time with her, right?" Seungdae teased him, raising his eyebrows.

"You know I'll try my best to make it even," Jongsuk winked at him, offering his hand for a handshake, pulling him in for a hug. "I really hope Tzuyu is okay with this," he whispered.

"Thanks."

After kissing Jieun goodbye, Seungdae stood with Tzuyu, hugging her while the doors closed.

"Will you tell me what's really happening?" She smirked, looking up at him.

"Nothing gets past you," he said with a tint of pride before taking her back to the living room and explaining the situation. He presented the most important fact: he was paying rent for a place he was spending less and less time in; lately, no more than two nights a week.

"Baobei," Tzuyu said softly with a gentle smile, holding his hand. "Just say it."

"Jin proposed that I move in here with her," he said with his eyes closed. After a moment of silence, he stared into her perplexed eyes and continued talking. "I'd like to do it. Not only because it would mean spending more time with Jin, and not just because the place is freaking amazing; I mean, just look at the freaking view," he chuckled, pointing at the Han River. "It'd save me the time of crossing half the city just to clean my apartment, which means more energy I can spend with both of you. It's closer to your place, and with the privacy this building offers, you could come here any time you want."

Tzuyu listened attentively, holding her reactions to the ways his nervousness showed: his palm sweating while his fingers tried to hold her hand, his lips pursing every time his mouth spoke slightly faster than his brain, and his forehead wrinkling every time he gazed at her. "Are you asking me permission?" she asked with a somewhat proud smile, not letting go of his hand.

"Well… Not exactly, but I would not dare move here if you're not comfortable with it," he admitted.

"Why?" She raised her eyebrows, eyes fixed on his.

"Because I care about you," Seungdae replied without missing a beat, almost offended at the question. "I want us to work. I know it's been just a few months, but I don't want to risk losing you."

"So if I tell you not to do it for now, would you wait?" She leaned slightly forward.

"Yes." No hesitation, no regret in his words. He had already accepted that possibility, and was more than willing to take it if that meant keeping her by his side.

Tzuyu stared at him quietly for a moment, expressionless. Then she scoffed with a smirk. "I have two conditions."

"Anything."

"You in my bed every time I come back to Korea. Even if I'm not in the mood for sex. I expect my massage and you to cuddle with me until I fall asleep." She sat closer to him, slowly approaching his face as she spoke.

"Even if I snore?"

"I'll just push you to the side. You never notice," she grinned, holding her laugh, making her dimple appear on her left cheek.

Seungdae chuckled, nodding in amazement at her. "Deal. What else?"

"Not now." She shook her head and continued. "I'll ask you to do something in a few months, and I won't take a no for an answer," she warned, kissing him with a smile as he held her neck.

"So you see us together in a few months?" he whispered into her lips.

"I was hoping for a little longer than that, actually," Tzuyu teased him, staring into his eyes.

They took their time making out for a while before he showed her where his office and his own room were, explaining that even though he would sleep with Jieun whenever they were at home, he would feel weird sleeping in her bed if she was not there.

"So no one has slept in this bed?" Tzuyu smirked at him, sitting on the mattress.

"Slept, fucked, cummed, squirted… I was hoping you'd help me change all that tonight."

The morning after, he prepared her a nice breakfast, enough to keep her stomach full through her flight to Macau. Moments later, Manager unnie arrived to pick Tzuyu up, leaving him alone to finish his shift. Since Jieun had an all-day-long call on set, he had a taste of what his new life could be whenever both Jin and Tzuyu were busy.

It didn't last.

"Mister Hwaaaaang!" Ryujin called unexpectedly on the phone after a few hours.

"Shouldn't you be dancing or something?"

"We're on a break. dummy. I'm sitting on the rooftop, hiding from the others."

"How is your broken butthole?"

"Already looking nice and pretty!" Ryujin replied proudly before asking about his weekend with Lia.

While she already knew how that went from Jisu's perspective, she wanted to confirm if those days were as fulfilling for him as they were for her friend. After asking about IU's and Tzuyu's reactions, the subject of him moving with Jin came up, shocking her as much as Tzuyu being on board with the idea.

"I mean, I understand you, but her? I could not bear having the person I'm dating living with their other girlfriend. That's a whole new level of sharing."

"Even greater than sharing your asshole with your whole group?" He said, a little defensively, knowing his new living arrangement was only possible because of who he was dating and how it had all started.

"Are you really going to—"

"Was it all really your idea?"

Ryujin sighed. "Kind of. Mostly. Yeji told Chaery what had happened between the three of us. Chaeryeong was furious. She told Lia and Yuna. When they came to my place, and Yuna asked me why I… Did that to you, I crumbled."

"Yuna really got that power on you, huh?"

"Have you seen her eyes, dude? That girl stares into your soul!"

Seungdae chuckled. "I don't understand the level of guilt that pushed you to go through all that. Just… Don't do it again because of it. Find another excuse."

Ryujin scoffed, amazed by his boldness. "I helped you with Yeji that day, I gave you Jimin on a silver platter, and I couldn't sit properly for almost four days! At this point you owe me something!"

"I mean, if you put it like that, it does seem unbalanced. Even if it was you who offered all three of those things."

"So now you owe me something, right?" Ryujin teased him in such a way he knew she was grinning.

"You really wanna play that game?"

"I mean, I'm not the one in debt here, so…"

His phone buzzed over and over again. Not a call, but a series of texts. Chaeryeong. "Think of something. Just don't make me regret it."

"That'd make me owe you something, wouldn't it?"

"Uh-huh… isn't Itzy scheduled for Macau this Saturday?"

"Yeah, we leave tomorrow, why?"

"No reason. I'll try to see the performance once it's out," he reassured Ryujin after Chaeryeong asked him not to say anything to Ryujin or Lia.

He agreed to meet her at her apartment right after practice under the pretense of experiencing some of what Lia did with him. To his surprise, he arrived slightly earlier than she did, which was ideal to see her sprint towards him and her door with a lustful, devilish smile that set the tone for the afternoon.

Not even a word, and she opened her apartment, pulling him inside by the buckle of his belt, locking him in with her. She cornered him with excited eyes, biting her lower lip, hands sliding through his torso.

"FYI, this doesn't feel at all like what Lia and I did."

"FYI, she showed me how you fucked her in front of the mirror," Chaeryeong teased him, unbuckling his belt. "I've been watching how we all fuck you dry. Particularly, how you filled me and ate me," she purred, shoving her warm, delicate fingers into his underwear to take his shaft, awaking it. "And I've been craving this delicious cock for half a week."

"I could've picked you up right after practice and let you blow me on the way here." Seungdae joked, tilting his head with a smirk

"Yuna's in heat. You don't want that." Chaeryeong licked her lips, thirsting over his growing dick as she peeled his forekin back, revealing his mushroom tip.

"Who says I don't want that?" he exclaimed, taking her by the chin to see her face.

"I do." She sucked her fingers to rub his glans, maintaining eye contact with him.

"That's why you're keeping me a secret from them?" He pondered as she let a thread of spit fall on his penis to stroke him lightly.

"Yeji had you. Lia had you. Ryujin had you in some way. The moment Yuna knows I had you, she'll lure you into her crazy fantasies." Chaeryeong shook her head, stroking his shaft and feeling its veins. "I would hate it if she scares you enough to reject a call from us," she added, holding him firmly by his manhood and walking into her living room, signaling him to strip.

He did so, leaving his shirt on the floor, kicking his pants as soon as they reached a couch where she made him sit, already naked, cock fully hard, throbbing at the sight of her smirk.

Still fully dressed, leering at her meal, she felt his desire for her. Slowly, Chaeryeong untied the knot on her t-shirt, pulled it above her head, and calmly tossed it towards his clothes, revealing a white cream bralette that almost disappeared in her pale skin. She stretched the hem of her pants and took her legs out of them, one by one, displaying her matching laced panties.

She could tell he was already lost in her body, and used it to her advantage.

Chaeryeong shook her hair with her fingers as she walked towards him. His eyes stayed on hers until she was straddling him, leaning towards his face.

Her body on top of him, her big, needy eyes, her parted lips. He felt enchanted by her and went in for a kiss.

She dodged him with a chuckle, going to his ear. "You don't mind me being all sweaty, do you?" Chaeryeong pondered, holding her breath and licking his earlobe.

"Not one bit," he replied, focused on her light brown nipples appearing as she removed her bra.

She bit her lips, holding his face with both hands to make him lie down on the couch. She then stood right over him, carefully walking until her feet rested on the sides of his face. She lowered her panties past the thickest area of her thighs before letting them fall over his face.

Impressed, he inhaled the concentrated musk and sweat that the damp fabric held while she stepped out of them.

She grabbed her panties with her toes and kicked them onto the floor, revealing her pussy and her grin further above.

"I don't expect anything less than last time," she warned with a stern expression.

"I could say the same," he replied, prompting a chuckle from her as he pulled up a cushion to level his head, right on time for a clear view of her untrimmed bush as she knelt.

She took a moment, holding his rod again, arching her back and looking back at his face.

They locked eyes. Chaeryeong bit her lip and carefully wiggled her ass back to his face, yelping at his enthusiastic grip and lick that brushed her petals before he went crazy on her.

"My turn," she whispered to herself, leaning forward to taste the drop of precum on his dick.

The difference in rhythms was evident.

Seungdae, aware of her skills and stamina, allowed himself to devour her from the start, enjoying the extra salty flavor her sweat had left on the hidden corners of her folds, licking every millimeter of her pink slit. He savored every drop of nectar already there, waiting for him, alongside the fresh juices flowing from within her core.

He could not figure out what it was, and he did not care, but something about Chaeryeong unleashed his primal need to eat her pussy and her ass, although the latter would need to wait. He hooked his fingers into her fleshy buttocks to spread her asscheeks, giving himself the perfect view of her wrinkled hole. He was hypnotized, watching it twitch with every other lick, sometimes relaxing enough to show a very small gape, sometimes shutting tightly when his nose brushed it unexpectedly.

'Soon,' he told himself.

Chaeryeong didn't mind him taking the credit for the first orgasm of the afternoon. After all, she could cum over and over again without a break. He, however, had a limited set of shots, and she knew exactly how she wanted to enjoy them.

She went slow on him, filling his shaft with slippery kisses that allowed her to stroke every inch of his length before taking his glans into her mouth. She moaned loudly, letting her breath and the vibrations of her voice serve to pleasure him. Her tongue ran through every crease of his tip, particularly the ones of his frenulum, even though she had to twist her neck to reach them. Chaeryeong sealed her lips around his girth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked him gently, freeing her moans right on his glans to reassure him how good his tongue swirled through, across, and inside her cunt.

Little by little, Seungdae's hunger urged Chaeryeong to rub her pussy against his face with more and more desire, which she also poured while blowing him. Not only did she let her spit fall through his penis for a slippery handjob, using both hands to pleasure him, but she also took him further down her mouth. First, the back of her throat, triggering an awkward whimper followed by a gag that kept her from trying again for a moment.

He heard her breathe loudly without her tongue ever stopping, just like he was doing in her slit, too immersed in his senses until she tried again.

Chaeryeong gagged loudly and repeatedly. The curvature of his cock hitting her throat at that angle made the task harder than she anticipated, but she fought her bodily reflexes. Retching, she felt tears running down her cheeks, but the pride of engulfing more and more of his dick at every bob of her head, choking on his member, only amplified her joy.

Seungdae rejoiced in her. The sensations in his shaft made him feel like reaching the doors of Heaven while he got drunk in her nectar, drinking it and even breathing it at times through her increasingly stronger grinding of his face.

He felt his orgasm approaching by the time Chaeryeong had managed to swallow his whole length. He was sure she was almost at the same level of ecstasy, gazing at her puckered hole wink quicker as her hips began shaking amidst her swaying.

His climax came first, and Chaeryeong noticed every bit of it. The way his manhood twitched on her throat, his hips thrusting beyond his control, and his muscles clenching, trying to withhold his orgasm for as long as he could. She, however, kept pushing him until his trembling pelvis announced the imminent bursts of cum coming out of his glans.

She pulled out his cock from her pipe just in time for the first shot to land on her tongue while she stroked him with both hands, getting a rope of semen across her face, and aiming the rest directly at her mouth, enjoying his flavor until a loud whimper flooded the living room.

He captured Chaeryeong's clit in his mouth, and her hips, while shaking, remained there for him to pull the trigger. The peak of his own climax helped him suck her sensitive bean as if his life depended on it. He kept her in place, hands spreading her asscheeks so desperately he saw every small and big clench of her butthole and pussy before her juices flowed directly in his nose and mouth.

With his orgasm dying down, but hers just reaching its highest point, he tensed his muscles until she let go of his dick, resulting in her twitching and squirting over his face.

Pleased, trembling, and barely gathering enough strength, she pulled her hips up, liberating her clit from his lips, only for him to pull her down. All her moans, all her whimpers were contained by her own lips. Chaeryeong had kept most of his load in her mouth, savoring it for as long as she could while Seungdae went feral on her wrinkled hole, kissing it, licking it in and out, getting his tongue trapped tightly by her clenching rim.

She let him. Just like last time, he had gripped onto her ass in such a desperate way she needed to know the extent of his hunger.

Chaeryeong swallowed his cum just to get enough air. She giggled, panted, and moaned loudly against his cock, until his hands accumulated enough tension grabbing her ass that the only way to release it was a loud, stinging spank on her pale buttocks.

"Wait!" she exclaimed with a defiant stare, twisting to yank his hair as she pushed him off the couch. Her messy mane, blushed cheeks, and the way she quickly wiped the jizz from her forehead and nose. She guided it to her parted lips and swallowed it, staring into his eyes as she knelt on the floor.

"Cunt," Chaeryeong huffed, resting her torso on the couch, spreading her asscheeks for him. Her dripping folds answered the question in her eyes. Her hands slipped from her skin, causing her to slap her own buttcheeks to keep her pussy open for him as he walked and knelt behind her.

"Yes!" she cried, feeling her slippery insides spread to take his whole manhood in one swift and deep thrust. "So good," she grunted, fisting the cushions closest to her hands as he stayed buried inside of her.

'What other signal do you need?' He thought, pulling back and impaling her again at full length. First, he did it slowly, giving her and himself the chance to enjoy each other's bare textures and pay attention to the wet sounds coming from her cunt until her hips moved on their own.

Despite the increasingly fast tempo confirmed by their flesh, clapping louder and louder, time dilated for Seungdae, giving him the time to admire her entire beauty. Chaeryeong's lips, pink, glossy, and kissable, even halfway through her grunting expression, appearing only when her face was not glued to the back of the couch. Her hands, clenching on the puffy cushions, releasing them and grabbing them quickly. The line of her column and her waist, adorned by her muscles and flaring into her hips. Her buttocks, rippling while he fucked her, revealing her puckered hole every other pound.

Filled with pure lust, he held her hips to ram her pussy harder and faster, alternating hands every few thrusts to spank her ass, taking a firm grab of her flesh.

Chaeryeong punched the couch, continuing to rock her hips. She used the little consciousness she had to reach her clit, knowing perfectly well how slutty she looked from every angle, particularly her pleading face, and how desperate she sounded with her raw grunts and high-pitched whimper she released after every new spank.

Soon, she noticed the subtle change in his rhythm, followed by a gradual decrease in the spanking. His cock, however, felt harder, perhaps even larger or thicker. He was close.

"Give me everything," Chaeryeong grunted, pushing herself to her own orgasm.

Seungdae shook his head, too lost on his own pleasure to formulate a thought, but intoxicated enough on her to follow every command. He rammed her drenched cunt so hard the sloshing was clearly audible, especially as he leaned forward, pinning her against the couch, listening to her whimpers going mute until he exploded inside her core.

She let go of her own control after the first hot shots of semen spread through her walls, allowing her own climax to possess her, becoming nothing more than a turmoil of convulsions and gasps, locked in place by his body.

Neither of them registered anything beyond their pleasure until Seungdae heard a drowned whimper coming from Chaeryeong's lips at his right. He was resting, half his body over her, head at her left, knees on the floor. He turned to see her face, covered in a thin layer of sweat and strands of hair all over the place, hiding her half-opened eyes, but not the red on her cheeks or her blissful smile.

'Too damn cute to be that fucking wild,' he thought, charmed by her adorable expression, reaching for her head to caress her hair while they regained full awareness.

"Your girlfriends are very lucky," she murmured, recognizing his eyes, even though the rest of him was still blurry.

"So is whoever man you're interested in," he replied, recognizing his sensitivity when she twitched again.

"Whenever I find someone, I'll tell them you said that," Chaeryeong grinned cutely. She tried to move her back, but her muscles did not respond.

"Will you tell him about me?" He frowned, trying to understand her words.

She nodded. "He should fuck me this good for me to keep him around. But he also has to know how to make love," she explained proudly. "Can we sit?" She requested, watching him nod right away. "Don't pull out," she added, finally getting her muscles to work by clenching her cunt.

Seungdae took a moment to think of how to fulfil her request. Lacking a clear head, he hugged her tightly against his chest, triggering a sharp yelp from Chaeryeong when he lifted her torso, prompting a series of laughs and trembles, leading him to put her back on the couch.

"Leg," she panted, still giggling.

"You sure?" He reached for her left leg, lifting it carefully with zero resistance from her.

She nodded, and he pulled it slowly, making her torso rotate on the couch as she moaned, feeling her insides adapt to his shaft until she was face up, legs scrunched against her tits, unable to control her giggles and tremors. Then, he hugged her, carrying her until he turned and sat on the couch. Her legs spread and fell to her sides, knees resting on the soft surface, and chest resting on him.

"How do you feel?" He pondered, trying to fix her hair, then caressing her bare back, loving the way her sweat felt on his fingertips. He firmly held her ass with her right hand to stop her whole existence from sliding down.

"Light as a feather," Chaeryeong replied, snuggling in him. "Keep doing that," she murmured sweetly, weakly reaching for his right hand, pushing two of his fingers into her butthole.

"What a way to relax," he chuckled, slowly wiggling his digits inside her as she hummed in reaffirmation.

Both stayed there, stabilizing their heartbeats, focused on the minute and gentle movements happening on their genitals. Just enough to keep the arousal alive.

Seungdae, however, drifted into his thoughts, going from how tightly Chaeryeong's cunt felt around his almost fully hard cock, to the gentle way in which her asshole hugged his fingers. He then remembered the image of Ryujin's asshole, swollen and scratched, so sensitive she hissed at the faintest touch.

"Chaery?" He murmured, already regretting ruining such a moment.

"Oppa?" She replied in a playful tone, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder, brushing her lips against his neck.

"May I ask something?" He felt her rim clench on his digits right before she hummed in affirmation. "Why did you go so hard on Ryujin?"

"I only used the same toy she used on you." She opened her eyes to see him. No response. "Yeji and Yuna are the reason she could not sit afterwards."

"Why didn't you stop it?"

"It was all Ryujin's idea, and I have zero tolerance for anyone getting pushed into something they don't want to do. I could not let what she and Yeji unnie did to you slide." Chaeryeong declared bluntly, although still in an almost whispered voice.

"It's okay if you don't want to answer this, but did something happen besides Yeji's," he fumbled for a moment, "session?"

"Why do you ask?" She pondered, clenching her pelvic muscles incredibly hard, enough for him to feel his digits were trapped inside her ass.

"Because I understand wanting to make people pay for going beyond people's limits. But for me, that rage comes from watching someone I love broken because of it," he explained calmly.

Chaeryeong relaxed her muscles and moved to see his face in detail. First, she questioned the depth of his words, then glared into his eyes until she saw the sadness contained in them as he pulled his fingers out of her butt and his erection slowly subsided. She exhaled. "A friend of mine," she voiced, resting again on his shoulder to avoid his stare. "He also tributed, but unlike Yeji, what happened was not part of his contract for the night."

He understood her tone and the weight behind her every word. "Is he better now?"

"Yes, but it took years."

Silence spread through the living room.

After almost a minute where he had gone soft, Chaeryeong huffed, raising to see his face, reaching for Seungdae's right hand to suck his fingers clean. The reaction was instant, pumping blood back into his shaft, which brought a subtle smirk on her face.

"Look, I was furious, and Ryujin felt the need for punishment," she stated while licking his digits playfully. "Lia and Yuna helped us, and Yeji got hurt in the only area we actually dare to hurt her," she concluded, pursing her lips as he frowned.

Chaeryeong chuckled. "I know she may not seem like that to you, but Yeji unnie can also be the sweetest thing in the world, and we love her to pieces. She's been way more cheerful since…" She took a moment to tie up the dates with the small changes in Ryujin's behavior towards Yeji before continuing. "Since they did that to you."

They stared into each other's eyes. She frowned; he shrugged with a reluctant smirk.

"I'm less concerned about you hanging out with Ryu, now," she admitted, pursing her lips and pouting.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," he scoffed as she focused on sucking his fingers and rhythmically clenching her walls, feeling his erection grow at her actions. Thinking she wanted to move from the subject, he spoke. "May I have another question?"

"Will it kill the mood again?" She grinned with angry eyes, tongue running through her teeth.

"Hopefully not." He stared at her, twitching his cock inside her cunt, making her smile expectantly. "How hard were you moving when you broke that server's dick?"

Chaeryeong laughed, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Just so you know, I paid all of his medical bills, and he's recovering pretty well," she reaffirmed, trying to justify her reaction. "He said I can also joke about it."

"Good to know I'd be taken care of if that happens," Seungdae grinned at her, feeling her walls constricting his now fully hardened shaft.

"Do you really want to feel it?"

It worked. She had that spark back in her eyes. "I mean, your pussy's amazingly tight. But not sure if cock-breaking tight."

"You better stay hard, or I'll get in big trouble with Tzuyu unnie and your other girlfriend," Chaeryeong warned him, nodding and pushing his shoulders down. Both prepared; him, ensuring he'd have enough grip on the couch, her, finding the right spot for her knees, straddling him until she grinned devilishly.

'How could a woman be so threatening and look so adorable at the same time?' Seungdae thought, weakened by her charming smile as she leaned towards his face until she was a centimeter away from his mouth.

As soon as he moved towards her lips, she stopped him with her index finger. "Please don't break," she whispered, raising her hips, measuring him with the edge of her walls before letting her ass drop on his pelvis, keeping her core tightened all the way down.

Both groaned in pleasure. Her hands fell on his chest, and their lips almost brushed, bringing a mutual smile and nod. Chaeryeong bit her lips, and Seungdae held her waist, enthralled by her charming giggle. She raised only her hips, showing off the control she had over her body while she repeatedly made his manhood disappear inside her cunt.

They locked eyes as Chaeryeong grew more and more comfortable with the position, eyes slowly rising over his head, hands moving from his shoulders to his neck, then his jaw.

Her hair fell at the sides of his face, but the light entering the window behind Seungdae gifted him a clear view of her lovable expression. It was enough to notice her leaning closer and closer to him as her hips bounced quicker and harder on his pelvis.

His nature screamed what his mind tried to control. His hands slid through her torso, feeling her toned body, her perky tits, and that beautiful pale neck.

But Itzy had that rule.

As much as he was dying to kiss her, he would not go past that line, not without her asking for that first. Fortunately for him, her lust, her desire, and her bliss did the rest.

Chaeryeong gazed at his face. He was, at least for that moment, hers. His eyes were fully focused on her, his hands were firmly holding her by her hip and neck, his dick was thriving inside of her clenching walls. Soon, she was also claiming every breath of his that came beneath her.

The first brush of their lips was so subtle and fleeting he thought it was an accident. She smiled brightly, shaking her head and her own restraints, and kissed him.

In a second, she pulled his head closer, and the next one, she felt him claiming her whole.

Chaeryeong's lips were just as delicious as any other part of her body, and just as addictive. What made it all better were her little giggles and subtle scoffs as they made out, keeping a firm hold of each other's necks as if refusing to let go of the moment and confirming they wanted to continue.

Seungdae knew his limits and how much he could push them. He could endure her incredible rhythm for maybe two more minutes, empty his balls inside her pussy, and perhaps fill her again on the same ride.

"Chaery," he sighed against her lips, trying to announce his orgasm.

"I know," she said, laughing and biting his lower lip. She hugged him, bringing their bodies even closer without changing her pace.

Her gentle touch, her sweet lips, and her insatiable hips pushed Seungdae way past the point of no return.

He let himself go, biting her lips as their flesh clapped. It may have been his climax messing up his time perception, but Chaeryeong's hips bounced slower while he exploded inside of her, slamming her hips harder and clenching her walls from the base of his length to his glans as she went back up, and repeating the process.

She giggled amidst her moans, rejoicing in the warmth of his semen invading her cunt again, riding him nonstop. "Can you—"

"Don't fucking mind me," he growled, causing her to yelp happily as he pulled her for an even more torrid, passionate kiss, intertwining their tongues, biting each other indiscriminately, holding each other so tightly they might as well become one.

A doorbell, deafened by their breathing, their moans, their grunts, and the loud clapping of their flesh.

A doorbell, one that stole the giggles from the moment, bringing harder bites and an even more desperate riding.

A doorbell, accompanied by an unknown voice.

"I know you're there! I can see your location!"

Chaeryeong bit his lower lip so hard Seungdae tasted his own blood as she slammed her hips against his pelvis, locking his manhood inside her clenching pussy for a moment. "Don't get soft," she grunted, releasing his lip and standing up, tightening her cunt so much his shaft came out clean.

Seungdae watched her stomp towards the door, then open it and hide behind it.

"The fuck do you want?" Chaeryeong demanded. He could see the muscles of her shoulders tense from afar.

"The jacket! I need it for tonight!" Lee Chaeyeon scoffed, quickly noticing the trail of clothes towards the couch and Seungdae.

"Now? Seriously?"

"It is my jacket! But I could borrow him," she added, stretching her neck to see Seungdae sitting on the couch, cock fully erect while he verified the depth of his lip injury, taking a moment to notice her.

"He's mine for now. Don't touch him!" Chaeryeong warned her sister before marching towards her room.

Chaeyeon stood on the door, biting her lower lip, ogling Seungdae. "Hi," she mouthed at him.

Seeing no point in covering himself, he sighed and waved at her, accepting the loss of what already felt like an incredible orgasm for both of them.

Chaeryeong returned, denim jacket up front, covering her breasts as she stormed towards the door. "Now leave!"

"Sure will. Thank you!" She said sweetly, with a devilish smile, waving goodbye to Seungdae, only for Chaeryeong to close the door in her face.

"Want to continue?" Seungdae scoffed, admiring her modest tits bouncing at every angry step towards him.

Chaeryeong held his shaft with her left hand, stroking it as she leaned to his lips for one last and profound kiss. "Lock your knees," she ordered, biting him again, triggering a jolt of pain where he bled.

She turned, resting her hands on his knees as she lined up the tip of his cock with her slippery slit, giggling after feeling confident in his erection and sitting on it until her buttocks spread on his body.

Before he could do anything other than groan in pleasure, Chaeryeong was already clapping her flesh against him at full speed.

"Knees!" She yelled, prompting him to stiffen his legs so she could have the stability needed for such a feat.

With how quickly and how hard Chaeryeong was slamming her ass against him, Seungdae was sure she could break not only a dick, but fracture bones at will if she wanted it. He was at her mercy, and at that moment, he was nothing but a toy for her.

Focusing on the unbelievable pleasure her drenched walls provided at every slam and keeping his legs locked for her, he tried his best to witness the show. Her meaty buttcheeks, rippling on every impact, giving him a clear view of her puckered hole and her cunt gripping onto his girth on the way up before fully sitting on it; everything ran in slow motion for him.

He noticed her ass raising gradually higher and higher on every bounce. His eyes widened gradually as his mind went from enjoying more of her pussy to the cautionary tale that was her previous server.

Chaeryeong lifted her hips beyond his length. Seungdae's reflexes made him clench his cock, causing it to misalign just enough for him to feel Chaeryeong's force against his shaft for a split second before the slippery juices forced it back inside of her.

He hugged her from behind, stopping her completely while she panted hungrily, reaching for his head.

"You okay?" she pondered against his lips.

"Still in one piece," he reassured her, clenching his penis inside of her, taking the kiss.

"Good, cuz you haven't fuck my ass yet." She giggled, playfully twisting her body around him until his dick slipped out of her pussy, leaving a trail of mixed juices as she lay on the couch. She threw her legs up and back, stopping them with her elbows.

Instinctively, he knelt on the floor and licked her puckered hole, making her laugh because of the tickling.

"I really like your tongue, but I want that cock reshaping my guts. Now." Chaeryeong grinned, yanking his hair and forcing his face to rest on her moist cunt.

"How do you like it?" Seungdae asked, giving a last lick to her folds and getting in position, admiring the blushing of her skin.

"Deep and slow," she said flirtily. "But I was thinking of deep, fast, and hard," she added with a grin.

"As you wish," he scoffed, aiming at her butthole with his tip. He took full advantage of her dripping pussy to lubricate his dick, pressing it against her vulva with his thumbs before groping her thighs and impaling her in a single deep thrust.

Her eyes crossed, rolling to the back of her head as she moaned and bit her lip. He caught a glimpse of her soles wrinkling and her fingers fighting not to scratch her own skin.

In a few seconds, Seungdae was already ramming her asshole, enjoying every reaction on Chaeryeong. Her increasingly red face, struggling to keep her eyes open, especially after he began fucking her upwards, hitting her womb at every pound. Her feet, stretching and contracting erratically. Her needy whimpers, soaring freely through the living room, growing sharper by the second. Her hands, digging her nails in her own buttcheeks until the juices flowing from her cunt made her skin too slippery to hold.

Accidentally, she slapped her own pussy, bringing an adorable giggle out of her amidst the act. Her hands moved on their own. One rubbed her clit frantically, the other went further down to finger herself.

"So… fucking… good," Chaeryeong cried, pushing herself towards her orgasm. She got lost in the blurry sight of Seungdae's frame, standing tall as he held her in place, but mainly, in his lustful eyes devouring her from head to toe. His desire for her, his hunger for her, his primal side flowing freely against her body not only then, but since they first fucked; it fueled her own lust and pride, adding even more strength to her orgasm. "C-c-close?" She managed to mumble, staring at his eyes above hers.

He was already leaning against the couch, forearms at the sides of her thighs. He only nodded.

"C-cum on m-me," Chaeryeong pleaded with a smile, turning redder right as she began convulsing and squirting against his abdomen and all over herself.

Seungdae endured for as long as he could; however, the strong clenching of her walls and her muted pleas pushed him to his climax. He let go of her body, landing the first long spurt of semen on her mouth and neck, then shooting rope after rope of cum across her torso, stroking himself until he was empty.

He stopped for a moment, admiring the captivating view before him.

Chaeryeong was panting. A cute, satisfied smile on her face, cheeks still flushed from all the emotion, hair falling in messy strands around her face. Her toned body was delicately resting on the couch, toes brushing the floor while she scanned her own skin, covered in droplets of squirt and plasters of semen through her abdomen and breasts.

She bit her lips and locked eyes with him. "Come," Chaeryeong mouthed, patting the seat to her left. Just as he was about to sit, she gathered enough strength to reach his cock, trusting he would catch her and keep her in place.

He did, unable to say anything while she used his cock to scoop his semen towards her mouth before she began sucking on it, savouring her own bitter taste for a moment. He grunted, too sensitive to enjoy it calmly, too greedy to push her away, thrusting into her face as a reflex.

They locked eyes for a moment. Chaeryeong giggled, showing her adorable self, soon overthrown by her naughty side as she took his manhood down her throat, torturing him for a second.

Seungdae held the back of her head, forcing her to choke on every inch of his shaft until her drowsy eyes smiled. "Enough?" He asked calmly, and she nodded. He grabbed her hair firmly and slowly withdrew his dick from her mouth, adding another layer of fluids to her chest before he lay her down on the couch.

She weakly pulled him in for a slow kiss, taking his breath directly from his lips as she recovered. "Thank you," she whispered, biting his lip and giving him another peck. "You can go now."

"Don't you want me to wait until you come down cloud nine?"

She chuckled, stroking his hair. "I only do that with the guys I date," she said confidently, slowly shaking her head.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head. "Kind of like how you only kiss people you're close with?"

Chaeryeong scoffed, pulling Seungdae from his scalp for another kiss. "Then you better fuck me like this once a month until we're close, oppa," she murmured after their lips separated, seeing his unspoken agreement with the idea. "Get dressed, you know where the door is."

She stayed on the couch, watching him get dressed before he knelt to meet her face one last time.

"Thank you," he chuckled, caught up by her dazzling smile. "You are amazing, Chaery. In every damn aspect," he added, scanning her striking visuals again.

"I know," she said shyly. "Go. I need to rest." She waved goodbye at Seungdae, not bothering to hide her engraved smile until he closed the door.

Slightly confused but greatly satisfied with how everything went down to the complex's parking area by taking the elevator.

As the doors opened, his heart skipped a beat, and he put up his guard. The silhouette reminded him of the female paparazzi and sasaeng fans he had learned to detect and avoid, and it was right there, lying against the wall, using her phone, probably waiting for Chaeryeong, or maybe even him, considering they had arrived just minutes apart. No distinguishable features, just the usual hat and hoodie anyone would use in a poor attempt to hide their identity.

She lowered her phone and walked directly towards him.

"Anything I can help… Chaeyeon?" Seungdae scoffed, confused, lowering his guard, and noticing she was wearing the denim jacket Chaeryeong had given her earlier. "Didn't you have somewhere to go with that jacket?"

"That's tomorrow," she replied. "Who did you think I was?"

"Why are you even here?"

Chaeyeon chuckled. "I am just concerned with my little sis' safety, handsome." She stepped closer to him. "Are you her boyfriend?"

"No," he smirked, watching her take another step forward.

"Friend?"

"Hard to say," he replied, causing her to stand as close to him as she could.

"Server?" She grinned; Seungdae didn't reply. "Bingo. Got anywhere to be?"

"Not really…"

"Drive me home," Chaeyeon demanded, taking his hand and walking confidently towards his vehicle.

"H-how did you know which one was my car?"

"I know every car from her neighbors," she explained, nodding at him until he unlocked the doors. "I wasn't kidding when I said I was concerned with Chaeryeongie's safety," she added, entering his car.

"Anything else you want to know?" He pondered reluctantly, pointing at the console so she could enter her address.

"I was thinking more of testing." She smirked, starting their trip, catching his whole attention by resting her hand on his bulge. "If you cum before we get there, you won't ever get to fuck me."

'I need to manifest things more often,' Seungdae thought in a split second before following her game as she pulled his cock out of his pants. "What makes you think I want to fuck you?"

She didn't reply; instead, she made him watch his dick grow hard in her hand. Seungdae rolled his eyes and nodded.

"If you don't cum before we get there, I'll pay you the whole night for the ride." Chaeyeon smirked at the sight of his tongue running through his lips.

"You don't even know my tariffs," he scoffed, even though he was not entirely sure of his own prices.

"If lovely Chaery was so mad when I interrupted." She grinned, fixing her seat and hair and leaning forward, "this cock seems worth it."

He gazed at Chaeyeon as she playfully smelled his shaft.

"Thank god she sucked him," she murmured to herself. "So? We have a deal?"

Seungdae sighed with a smile and turned on his car, driving out of Chaeryeong's apartment complex to follow the ten-minute route. He went slow for the first few blocks, constantly looking around him.

"Focus on the road; no one will see me here," Chaeyeon purred, kissing the underside of his rod.

"Easier said than done," he murmured.

"You think this is my first rodeo?"

It clearly wasn't. The way her body hid right beneath the windows, leaving a clear space for him to maneuver the gearshift, was as flawless as the way she kissed and licked his dick. The way she blew him, however, was at Nayeon's level.

Chaeyeon took advantage of the first red light to suck him at will, swirling her tongue through every millimeter from the very tip of his glans until the farthest end of his frenulum, pleasuring him at every minute movement. Right when the light changed to green, she engulfed him, keeping her lips on his pubes.

"And I thought Chaery was good," he murmured to himself, but she heard him.

"Forgive her," she giggled after a gasp, stroking him with both hands. "She has only served once."

"The fuck?" Seungdae exclaimed. "She took me down her throat."

"But she gagged, didn't she?" Chaeyeon smirked at him, watching him try to control himself and nod with concern in his eyes. "Relax, I managed to enjoy my rounds, and now I'm free to use these skills however I want," she purred, making him groan with just her hands.

His concern, however, stayed in his eyes, although slightly different.

"Oh, you were worried about Chaeryeongie?" Chaeyeon scoffed, licking his tip. "Don't be. She's in good company and has many sisters to rely on. If she goes solo like Yeji, she'll be way luckier than me." She smiled, licking his slit without any resentment in her words. "She's grown beautifully; she'll be able to choose whatever she likes instead of a month's worth of nights with random men," she added with a sultry tone.

Seungdae nodded quickly. "Her future boyfriend will be a lucky motherfucker," he huffed, trying to focus on the road and not her tongue.

"Naturally. She loves to suck her boyfriends," she explained. "Until they can't keep up with her," she chuckled before taking him down her throat again.

"Too wild?" He inhaled deeply, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.

"You tell me. We're more alike than what I'd like to admit." She giggled, cock choking her as he hesitated to take a turn, almost missing it.

"Wild, yes, but they're stupid to let her go," he scoffed, reminiscing about Chaeryeong's dazzling smile and how much chemistry they had fucking. He then wondered if he would have the same level of sexual chemistry with Chaeyeon.

"She kicks them out," she clarified, releasing his dick and kissing his tip, making bubbles with her own drool. "Chaery knows what she wants. If someone upsets her," she said, smacking his manhood against her face, "she will do what she must without an ounce of regret."

"So I've heard," Seungdae grunted as her lips sealed around his glans, remembering Ryujin's butthole. "Will she really be okay?"

Chaeyeon hummed, hollowing her cheeks before releasing him with a pop. "Yeah, she knows her limits. She's the sole reason they have that stupid no-kissing rule." She glanced outside his car and swallowed him whole again. She knew exactly where she was, and her throat proved it.

Traffic didn't help. It was moving painfully slowly, the complete opposite of her. His knuckles turned white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel. Almost on cue, he noticed her reach for her pocket to open the gates of her parking area, and right as he entered her apartment building, she finished him, shoving her hand into his trunks to take his balls, triggering his orgasm.

She took the first shot of semen down her throat, but raised her head enough to welcome the following shots in her tongue, sucking him without any restraint while he desperately parked on the first free spot he found. Feeling his relaxation, she sucked him even harder, stroking him and pushing every drop of cum out of his glans, enjoying his troubled breathing.

Playfully, Chaeyeon took Seungdae out of her mouth and stared into his eyes. She showed him his load of sperm floating in her mouth. She swished it and swallowed it all in one loud gulp, opening her mouth wide again. Before he could react, she rose to kiss him, pulling him in by the nape.

"I don't have that rule," she grinned, giving him another peck before going back down to his crotch.

"You're cruel," he laughed, as she sipped the excess of drool from his cock and pubes.

"I am merciful." She smirked, unbothered by his shaft moving across her face while she cleaned him with her mouth. "I could have made you cum before the first red light."

"Oh, give me some—"

"I could feel your legs and arm trembling half the road," she stated, kissing his length until she reached his glans for a last loud peck. "I will drain you later. Better than she did." She offered him her phone and fixed her seat.

"How should I save my contact?"

"Big Juicy Server," she whispered, tucking his cock under his trunks.

"Are you sure Chaeryeong will be okay with you hiring me?"

"Oh, don't worry about my little sis; it's not like you're the only server we have in common. I'll talk to her, and if she's okay, I'll call you." Chaeyeon kissed him one last time. "Thank you for the ride. I'll handle your payment," she winked, stepping out of his car without turning back.

"Unbelievable," Seungdae sighed before driving back to his own place.

Almost as if she was watching him, Chaeryeong texted him a little after he threw himself onto his bed.

CR: I wasn't sure if I should send you these or not, but I think you earned them 😌 CR: Next time you're staying the night!

The photos included several selfies capturing that post-orgasm glow, making her look even more ethereal than usual, with her squirt and his cum adding little sparks of light through her naked torso. The video showed Chaeryeong playfully wiping his semen with her finger, mixing it with her own squirt through her abs and her tits before sucking it with clear joy in her cute smile.

CR: btw, the no-kissing rule is because I sometimes confuse whether I like someone (you know, to fuck) or I LIKE someone (as in in 🥰) CR: If kissing them feels good, it's harder for me…

He sighed with a kind smile, already typing his response.

CR: Don't write yet!!!

"Damn. Okay." Seungdae chuckled, waiting to see the rest.

CR: I know only Yeji and Lia follow that rule when I'm not around, but that's because Yeji is not much of a kisser and Lia has her girlfriend, hehe CR: But I'm working on it, so I thought you should know. CR: I'm not looking to be your third girlfriend, or anything like that. CR: No offence, but I wouldn't like my boyfriend to have other girlfriends besides me, much less Tzuyu unnie. I could not compete… CR: But I would like to become a regular of yours 🤤 CR: Just… CR: I'd also appreciate you telling me if you see or think I may be getting a bit too… CR: Attached to you 🥴

A minute passed.

CR: You can write now… CR: Please write 🙃 SD: Thank you for telling me this… And for the photos, you look stunningly beautiful and hot! SD: TBH I really, really enjoyed our session. A lot! So yeah, more than happy to see you again SD: And yes, I'll tell you if I feel you're getting attached SD: Also, tell me if you want me to change anything to make it easier for you CR: I will!! CR: Oh, and you can also fuck my sister 🙄 CR: It will help me with all of this, I think SD: She told you already?! CR: She didn't know your name to pay you on the servers' platform CR: For some reason, your profile appears with a code and not your name CR: And it has no picture of you or your dick! CR: You'd get more requests if you added those! 😏 SD: I think I'm good for now, kkkk SD: By the way, when I said any man you're interested in would be very lucky, I really meant it. You're incredible! CR: A reminder like that would not be too bad 👉👈

He stayed in bed after calling Jieun and Tzuyu separately, sharing his day with them as they talked about theirs. He confirmed to both of them that he'd spend the next couple of days packing everything. Even the new mattress at Jieun's, his new place, already felt more like his own.

Seungdae did his best to enjoy the following day, thinking it could be the last day he could spend completely on his own. Not that he wanted that, but he had learnt in the past to appreciate his solitude and the quiet that comes with it.

With the work done, he packed everything he'd need for his new home and thought about what to do with the furniture he no longer needed.

Sunday arrived, and so did Jieun, Jongsuk, and Inna, surprising him with a full day off to help him move stuff around while they wore their best disguises to go unnoticed on the street. Impressed and thankful for them, Seungdae accepted their help, throwing everything into the three cars available, trying their best to make as few trips as possible, with Jieun coordinating the whole thing.

They used the drive time for a quick call with Tzuyu, which soon turned into a massive video call with most of the members before their concert in Aichi, teasing him for moving with their beloved sunbae, but mostly wishing him good luck and asking him not to forget about them.

"I can promise that to Tzuyu, but I'm not so sure about everyone else," he joked, triggering a round of shouts and laughs on both ends of the call.

"That's on you, girls, for making him this confident," Jieun said, punching him on the shoulder.

Soon, Seungdae's apartment was left with no personal belongings, and the four of them stood near the entrance.

"You okay, man?" Jongsuk asked him with a supportive slap on his shoulder.

"Surprisingly. I've been living here for," he fumbled for a moment.

"Eight years!" Jieun giggled, holding his left hand, intertwining fingers with him.

"That long?" Seungdae asked, trying to do the math.

"Yeah, you moved here a year after your military service was over," Inna whispered, hinting at his poor past decisions.

"You're never letting that go, are you?" He chuckled, noticing Jieun trying to hold her laugh.

"You made it so hard to find you! The least I deserve is teasing you with it for as long as I want," Inna grinned, hugging Jieun while she nodded.

"You were the one who taught me how to keep a low profile, but fair! I think I should be sad or something, but I just feel excited!" Seungdae admitted, looking at Jieun, then at his friends.

"I've got an idea why that may be," Jongsuk remarked, bringing the couple closer together until they hugged and he hugged them both, pulling Inna with them.

"Shall we go?" Jieun jumped happily in place, gazing up at them, primarily at Seungdae.

"Let's go."

Next Chronicle 🍉🍍 (TBD) →

Author's note: There was an ask about what my plans were with Chaeryeong since she didn't have much focus on the previous OT5 fic (Karma's a Bitch); I hope this fic answers your question, haha. For now, this concludes Part 1 of this arc, and I'll take a month before posting the next fic. Share the love, send asks, comment, all that nice stuff, and thank you for reading ♥

Lastly, I love that we got this Chaeryeong performance right when this fic was to be posted uwu gotta love the little coincidences.

So, even with those vague forewords, why would you even think that she’s really contradicting those claims? Well, how can you not when she’s just an inch away from dancing with you, and it’s not just any ordinary one, even metaphorically.

“Stop, baby.” Oh, her faint, dulcet voice is honey to your ears, a sweet concoction alongside her doe eyes sparkling against the dim light the hallways emit. “We can’t do it here.”

“Tch, why not?” Her eyes eagerly scan you, and your confidence marvels her, truly. “It’s not like someone can capture us doing this—ugh—little show of ours.”

You can’t blame her, mostly with the fact that you empathize with her in an extent that you would be cautious too of your surroundings. Even with heightened senses, you wouldn’t exactly divert your attention away from her.

Yes, only her, eyes on Sana—up and down, left and right, you scan her features and it’s breathtaking.

She moans with your lips brushing her neck, and that profound reaction would just get better as time runs by.

You stop and she whines, wanting to address something. “What do you even think I’ll do to you in this random alleyway—”

“A hallway, by the way—”

This girl, you swear to god. It’s annoying and she giggles with her miniscule triumphs, and you playfully roll your eyes just to get another chuckle from her.

“Whatever—don’t change the topic.” You hiss with a futile attempt to intimidate her, and as destined, you failed. “Say it, Sana.”

Your hand still roams around the arch of her back to her hips, eliciting a small moan from her as she composes herself to tell the assumption. 

And then, she smirks and smiles deviously. “I thought you’re going to fuck my cunt with your fingers.”

They all lie, they really do. Only you can see the deflowered façade of hers, and she’s boldly claiming it with you. Her words struck something in you, sending magnitudes of amusement as you distance yourself against her by just a little and earning an ambiguous laugh. “And then they say you’re as innocent as an angel, Sana.”

“They’re funny.”

“They really are.” Your voice low and deep, as you close your eyes to initiate another lock with her lips.

You still have some decency in you, and Sana’s attempts are in the form of a taunt. Even though it’s clearly ambiguous, she still remained victorious because she only has a single goal to fulfill herself with what she needs: to lure you in, deeply.

---

It was a quick traverse down to your car and with such comfort no one can ever experience, you let the beast out and really gave yourself in.

“Fuck, babe.” Sana elicits the wonder of your actions, hands onto your back as she praises you and feeds your ego. “Really missed me, huh?”

“How can I not? I miss every-single-thing from you, head to toe.” Your words are on par with your actions, and it’s crazy to think how insatiable she can really get with even just verbal exchanges.

Five weeks was enough to state the obvious. Each party in its own stressful nature and passions was enough to bear the fruit of hunger between each other. There’s nothing in this world you could ask for if you have her, the one and only Sana. 

You’d constantly hate Nayeon’s bombarding of texts and images whenever she’s with her but it was a concluding act to formulate what you’re experiencing right now. In both ways of satisfaction and happiness: one where you’re smiling like an idiot scrolling down those images and contagiously being jovial on your own seeing her seize her cherishable moments; and two, is the fact that you’ll eventually bound to meet her after a while and here you are, definitely seizing every second.

“Baby, I’ve always thought of something while I’m away from you.” 

You part your lips against her porcelain skin, and raise an eyebrow, piqued on what she may have in store for you to be interested in. “Mhm, tell me.”

“But there’s a catch, though.” You roll your eyes with another hindrance that took you off your seat. Her reasons grew exponentially ludicrous yet you got used to it, knowing how playful she can be. 

“Oh please, Sana.” You fake an exasperated breath right after, yet still, she will live up with what her lips have escaped.

“Just drive me home then I’ll let you know.” 

She sealed the deal but then, you realize that it’s riskier at her place, knowing its contradiction of an ideal spot to really let it all out. She’s cognizant about it, and within a second, proposes another reason to check out what’s on the line. “Oh, now I know, baby~”

You reposition yourself a little, tuck her hair behind the cartilage of her ear then attentively listen. “Now I hope this won't be behind another brick wall.”

Sana scoffs, a chuckle radiating that gleeful energy that’s definitely contagious. “No, this is to cross out another one on the list.”

Your eyes widen, eyebrows furrowing with the intent of amusement and the cherry on top, the confounded emotion. “Oh shit, you still have that, huh?”

Her hands roam around your shoulders, and points her index finger at her forehead, and then she permeates that hubristic smile of confidence, utterly in the rush of excitement with what can possibly unfold. “Got it all in this, baby. Really, in my head.”

Sana isn’t afraid to vocalize what she truly feels, and it’s elevated whenever she is with you. What could possibly stop her from saying such profanities or even the most endearing words known to mankind? You ignite her lingering emotions to an extent that she could be also the tool to break you—an instrument crafted to make the both of you in parity, mutually needing each other and then yearning for more. 

If the gods above destined her to do that mission of her, they surely did live up exceeding expectations, and there you fucking go, can’t stop worshipping her.

It catches her off-guard, but eager to reciprocate. Tangled between each other's arms, it seems like you’re only luring yourself deeper and making her dance with you until it all becomes too much. You pull out and she catches her breath, not before cupping your cheek and draws her hand towards your nape. “I need to taste you, baby.”

If this confined space in the backseat doesn’t exist, you would have more freedom to let feel everything. It took a second to render what she just said, and with a smile curling up your lips and a hand on her waist, she knows she’s about to let yourself be unlocked in a different world—and yes, you’ll introduce her with it.

“Is this a new rendition of the bucket list you still have in your mind?”

Sana rolls her eyes, chuckling, preening with your acknowledgement. “Glad about it but not really. Hah… Let this warm you up.”

She tugs onto your belt and you look down onto her clumsy fingers attempting to unbuckle it but she struggles a little. “Getting too cocky, babe?”

“But you’re not stopping me?” And then, you catch her wrists effortlessly, and it’s just a simple investment of energy to hinder her advances. That shock on her face, a circular mouth signifying its sincerity says it all, and you’re triumphant with what she thought you wouldn’t do knowing you don’t have such nerves to impede her.

“Come again?” You’re teasing her, lightly, yet she whines and pulls that card of enervation, that goddamn pouty lips and doe eyes—a fucking Achilles’ heel is worth defying your strength in all aspects.

God, she stares just like that and you simply can’t let your princess be your damsel in distress.

The grip loosened, and the victory of hers was evident and even better, helping her inch closer towards her desired prize.

“You know, Sana, I don’t really know if you can do this here.” You’re clearly doubting her, not by her skills (before you could say anything else, she’s a spectacular showstopper and no one can match her, not even Nayeon or Eunha) but by the fact with such limited space.

“You have to trust me, baby.” Of course, you will and it’s a braindead response. You nod and let her orchestrate how things will go, and you’re eager to comply. “But for now, let me go on top of you.”

If anyone can see such a beauty in the brink of besmirchment, they would be amused and they’ll be met with such a show.

Forget that goddamn foreplay, it’s Sana that runs you over and drives you into insanity.

She’s now on top and you let yourself be comfortable, until her voice snaps you back to reality. “Fancy for some ice cream?”

Ah, of course, another bullet from her magazine full of head-boggling ideas and experiments that can truly test the both of you. The wonder here that everyone would probably disparage is this: it’s not the fact about her creativity in work of filth and lust, but it’s the ways on how she elevates your experience into height you wouldn’t know it’s possible. It’s really what lies beneath such an innocent exterior, is the entirely flummoxing mask—really surprising.

You probably didn’t even notice the bag at the front seat, too occupied with her and her only. She grabs onto the point of the vanilla ice cream, twists it open and yes, she’s seducing you with whatever expertise she can. She licks onto the lid leisurely, her tongue lathering it and going around with a full revolution with one thing in mind: to tease you.

“Oh god, they really don’t miss, do they?” It was rhetorical and you can't invest a nerve to answer. “But in all honesty, baby—nothing can get any better than your dick.”

She rubs the coldness of the container onto your clothed crotch, and you groan on how great it felt even though it’s partially uncomfortable. You can’t possibly describe it thoroughly, nowhere near to be discreet even if you want to for whatever the fuck she’s doing onto your raging tent—

You’re moaning again, and again, and again—it’s just music that fills Sana’s ears, and wholeheartedly accepts what she had crafted you to, a mumbling, needy mess.

For a second, you blink and gosh, she’s dexterous and skillful, now only with just your boxers left to undress for her grand prize.

“Don’t worry, baby.” She cradles your sensitive balls through the fabric, until she tugs your boxers and pulls it onto your knees without a care but her selfish needs. “I’ll make you feel fucking good.”

Sana deemed herself powerless as soon as you got her into your grasp, a pliant girl that suffices your needs yet the tables turned way too hard—she got you squirming under her frozen touch, and it’s euphoric knowing how the emanating hotness of hers rivals it oh-so-perfectly.

The rock-hard mass of muscle stands tall and vigorous, and it’s making her fucking drool to the point that she immediately latched her tongue onto it, an inevitable start to feed her conglomeration of different exigencies that could make your brain in haywire, and it’s a messy fulfillment for your own needs too.

Her lips are soft, like a cushion onto your aching slit as she collects that colorless liquid that’s already leaking. It made her giggle a little, an adorable attempt to mask her sinful façade that she’s about to unveil.

“I knew I’d fuck you up, baby.” She’s coy, eagerly hubristic.

“Don’t be t-too confident.” Sana is just making you stammer just seconds after she latched her lips onto your throbbing cock, and she knows it’s your desired kryptonite. “God—just fucking suck my cock.”

She giggles with a mouthful of your shaft, a vessel pivotal for the success of her acts in making your defense crumble within her feet (should I say, her mouth) even with her gleeful demeanor. 

It didn’t take long though and god, she’s bobbing up and down, not stopping anytime soon.

You look down and cradle those hazel-brown locks of hers, a leverage with two messages: one, to let her know how much she’s making you feel good and exponentially loved; and lastly, an outlet to fight that gratification that she’s a professional about. She looks up, eyes darted towards you and you’re lost in the contact of those orbs on hers towards yours—you would love to get lost into the sea of her beautiful, dark, glinting eyes that represents her laced lust right from the start.

She’s already messy around you, spit seeping out at the crevices of her mouth as she pulls out of your delectable shaft, grabbing a wooden spoon and earning you moans for such an incredible job by hers even though it’s ephemeral.

Those thirty seconds felt like an eternity, and that’s her lethal expertise, breaking you.

“I don’t break promises.” Sana grabs a spoonful of that scrumptious ice cream and lathers it onto her lips like she’s applying that favorite matte lipstick you gifted her a month ago, and god, she’s seductive with it. She lets the melted dessert fall onto your throbbing slit, the spoon static as she continues. “I’m going to make a dessert out of this delicious dick of yours.”

The cool drop of that ice cream hits you, and it’s shuddering, right to your core. She can’t tease you for god knows long because she’s the type of person to never waste her chances with you, as well as her golden time.

Her wet mouth envelops you again, and it’s all too well for you. The rivalry of temperature between those two culprits  of your erection overwhelms you. Everything seems to break you down in pieces, slowly adjusting for her comfort as the mess of the food gets all over you and the leather—all sticky and sweet, and her actions still surprisingly discreet.

She lets go of the overwhelming suction and lets her tongue dance around your length, insinuating the rendition of her upcoming masterclass that sounds generic but feels just as insane as her other oral skills. She doesn’t care if it makes a mess all over her, you and the car, as she scoops more of the ice cream and spreads it out all over your length, coating every inch with the dulcet dessert that just made you throb. It earns a giggle out of her, her bubbly facade an opposition of the sin she’s doing all over you and no one can blame you for feeling this way—it’s just the way her face looks eager to please you, those dexterous fingers spreading it all out and teasing you, and her tongue collecting the colorless liquid that’s spurting out of your slick and the culprit of your weakness.

It’s getting messier and you love it, but this is rather new and still unorthodox.

“God, it’s y-your tongue—just your fucking tongue.” Sana’s eyes are ambiguous, to say the least, flashing out like waning crescents that balances things off, because what she’s dealing with is such great, filthy work no one can ever top. The ice cream’s beginning to melt, so she scoops some and tops your mushroom tip with it, letting the coldness make you utter sounds of pleasure and she just plays with it, with you.

She sucks you like a lollipop, even better than one as the moment your cock becomes clean with all the licking she’s doing, she scoops more and lets the liquid ooze all over your length and repeat the same process again. She continues pumping you into submission, that cruel bit of prolonged pleasure and the agony under her control just sends you into elation. 

She works her wonder between your legs messily while you get to relax and be the only one that can experience this? Well, that’s the wonder of the one and only Minatozaki Sana.

Her mouth lets you loose, and her tongue spirals you out of control yet you contain it and let the periodical throbs be the message of her labor. Your fingers find her brown locks, an outlet to fight a pleasure and a signal that lets Sana know you’re crumbling down slowly.

It’s possibly a hard sight to see such a great outfit slowly being besmirched, but it’s the beauty of a great blowjob—it’s not just her mouth that will be messy, and she knows it too well.

“You wanna know my favorite dessert, baby?” Sana interrupts, holding your cream-sheathed cock firm and occupied while she looks at you endearingly with such a suggestive intent.

You can barely articulate sentences because she fucked you up, but you manage to maintain your composure albeit knees loose, letting her take the upper hand as you mouth spills profanities.

“My cock?”

“Yeah, amongst other things but I’d say a banana split.” Sana returns her proactive assault all over your creamy tip, tongue playing with the leaking slit then she blows you methodically right after, earning the best of moans from your lips. “Hope the cream comes quickly too, though.”

She never really backs down because she never does, and she’ll play and suck you off until you’re probably wrung out dry.

Sana never fails to deliver, but this one is unique and possibly annoying, amongst other things. 

(You’d be damned to dress your bottom-half up with the sticky ice cream all over your dick, on your way to somewhere comfortable.)

“We can actually order a legitimate bana split but you’re choosing to just suck me raw—my god.”

“I mean we can but—” Sana sloshes her tongue over your head, bobs her head up and down before elicit a loud pop. “—this is better. I’ll make you feel good, just relax.”

You already are, and you’re nearing your wit’s end.

It’s sticky and messy, and that’s all you can see when the brunette blur pulls out and there’s nothing more sensational than this when she dives right in, again.

Sana has her hands begin the assault on your sack, massaging the primary reservoir of her reward, wringing it slowly and drawing you closer and closer towards the edge. You weren’t just begging under your words which was almost inaudible, but yearning for her to let you cum as her heavenly mouth does the job, and so are her dexterous fingers that finds every inch of nether regions checked. She preens and keens over throbbing dick, making you elicit the greatest of moans mankind has ever heard, and so are her hums and those seldom gags from her bobbing.

The ice cream smeared all over is just a mere thought from you as the delectable desserts stain your seat covers, but it was a mere predicament since the real problem is lying between your legs, ready to wring you out dry.

“Can feel you throbbing, baby. Let it out—let it out inside my throat.” She dives in, relentless with her pursuits and you throb with her profound name for you again but even with such endearing words,  cumming is all you really care for.

“Your fucking mouth—god, let me cum—” 

You swallow, choke a little on your spit as your hands grip her harshly, pushing her limits as you’re a mess inside her throat, cumming rapidly.

It was in quick succession, spurts painting her throat as the inevitable came, pushing you through with strings of her own drool, an addition to the depraved sight of you being an utter mess.

Sana really fulfills it, and you cream all over her lips and face with your dying spurts, which she doesn’t seem to bother, her hands an utter mess which she chooses to invest annoyance in.

“Well, I think I didn’t think this through.” Sana vents, licking the cum and cream all over her lips as she wipes the remnants on her cheeks, smiling through the debauchery.

“There’s alcohol in the glovebox.”

“Like I can reach it.” Sana laughs with the predicament the both of you are in, and it’s contagious, silly with her actions which you always love.

“Well, that’s a problem we don’t need to sweat for.”

It isn’t technically one, but she may be the biggest problem there is right now, and possibly even later. You never thought of this high subsiding between the both of you, and her ferocious actions says otherwise.

You’re diving in, head first.

Maybe, technically hers. 

—

You’re still in this flummoxed state, letting your thoughts flood in as you can’t believe what Sana’s brain came up on the backseat of your car.

“Well, I guess I may need to wipe that clean tomorrow. Nayeon is gonna kill me if she sees this.”

“You can just bring it to the car wash, duh.” Sana retorts, eyebrows raising as she caresses your clothed thighs with her hands, a form of reassurance. “Besides, don’t mind that, we gotta finish this ice cream once we get home, I’m not wasting this.”

“Possibly dick-flavored now—no thanks.” You laugh and she does the same, eyes still on the road as she hits you playfully.

“You’re no fun! But don’t say you didn’t like what I just did to you.”

You sigh, knowing anything she does gets you swooning or yearning for more. “I never said that so, yeah—but next time, not in the backseat, alright? Guess you’ll cross that down on your bucket list?”

Sana nods, and she curls up that wicked smile on her lips, knowing she won you over. “Yeah, and there’s one more thing I wanted to do with you since nobody can finally see us when we get home.”

You’re piqued, catching a glimpse of her as you’re ready for what monstrosity that may unfold. “What is it?”

Sana whispers, gently and coquettish. “Want you to do it in my ass. Like how you did it to Eunha.”

It’s wicked and insane, yet she always wins in the end. Of course, her triumph wouldn’t end here as there’s still a long night ahead for the both of you, and that is if you wanted to be enlightened with her experiments.

Inside the gym, the mats had become a stage for debauchery. “Ah… ah… I can’t take it anymore… ahh…” Dahyun’s moans echoed intermittently, mixed with sobs, reverberating through the room. Her pale, naked body was sandwiched between two muscular men, one thick cock thrusting into her dripping pussy while another ravaged her tender asshole. The wet, squelching sounds of penetration mingled with the “slap, slap, slap” of flesh colliding, like the rhythm of churning mud.

Whenever her “ah…” cries turned sharp and high-pitched, as if echoing from the clouds, the “slap, slap” sounds of flesh slowed down, becoming crisp and forceful, each “slap” sounding like a whip cracking on livestock. But when the “slap, slap…” grew rapid and deep, Dahyun’s “ahhh… ahhh…” moans merged into a continuous stream, almost like a long, drawn-out “ah…”, while the “squelch, squelch…” of thrusting sounded like a steam locomotive running at full speed.

Through the crack in the door, only the three sets of hips could be seen moving rhythmically. Dahyun’s pussy and asshole were each stuffed with a thick cock, pounding relentlessly. Her lower body was a soaked mess, glistening with slick fluids mixed with white foam, as if coated in creamy frosting. As one thick cock drilled into her like a jackhammer, more white cum mixed with her juices was forced out of her pussy, dripping down her perineum to her asshole, where it was carried into the tight cavity by the other thrusting cock.

Dahyun’s plump, pale ass contrasted starkly with the two thick cocks pistoning in and out, a fierce battle of flesh unfolding. Her thick thighs quivered with each thrust, her fat ass jiggling with waves of flesh, perfectly showcasing her body’s suitability for doggy-style fucking. The two sweat-drenched, muscular men pounded her relentlessly, the “squelch, squelch…” growing stickier, like the sound of boots trudging through a muddy swamp.

“Ah… ahhh… ah…” Sandwiched between the two muscular men, Dahyun’s lewd moans rose and fell with the rhythm of their thrusts, filling the room. In the room, aside from the three entangled bodies on the mat, there were five other naked, muscular guys. Some smoked, others jerked off their dripping cocks, and a few chatted, laughing lewdly as they watched Dahyun being fucked. The floor was covered in puddles of unidentified fluids, the air reeking of piss, sweat, and smoke—a thoroughly depraved atmosphere.

“Ahh… I’m cumming… I’m cumming… ahhh… I’m going to die…” As the two sweat-soaked men continued their relentless assault, Dahyun let out cries of pain mixed with ecstasy. The surrounding guys gathered closer, their hard cocks in hand, staring at Dahyun’s lower body, stuffed with two massive cocks. Her moans grew sharper and louder, and her soaked pussy suddenly gushed a stream of clear fluid, like a small creek. The two men, as if spurred on, fucked her even harder, their cocks plunging into her as if into boiling water, splashing her juices everywhere. Finally, amidst her near-hysterical screams, a jet of clear piss shot from her urethra, splattering onto the stomach of the guy on top, trickling down to their sticky, conjoined bodies.

Her piss sprayed for over ten seconds, gradually diminishing, flowing down their joined bodies onto the mat below. The surrounding guys watched excitedly, one of them jerking off so hard that he shot streams of cum all over Dahyun’s face.

“This slut Dahyun has squirted three times today, fucking hell, she’s so depraved!”

“Yeah, every time she gets fucked, she pisses herself.”

“Heh, she looks so pure and innocent, but she’s a total whore deep down.”

“Damn, the first time I saw her, I almost came in my pants. You’d never guess she’s this slutty.”

“Fuck… we’ve been banging her for a month, and her pussy and asshole are still so tight. She’s born to be a whore.”

“She’s got the life of a bitch, haha… most prostitutes couldn’t handle this, but this bitch Dahyun comes back for more every day.”

“Worse than a bitch, fuck! I can’t take it anymore, hurry up, I need to fuck her again today.”

“Don’t rush, we’ve got plenty of time to play. I’m taking this slut’s asshole next, no one better steal it!”

As Dahyun reached her climax, the group of tall guys started chattering, shamelessly joking and laughing in front of her as she was fucked to the point of pissing herself, treating her like nothing more than a bitch with no dignity.

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Time Reverse

A few months earlier, inside a casting room in Seoul, the air was thick with the faint smell of tobacco. The curtains were drawn, and dim yellow light spilled across a wooden table, illuminating the director’s wrinkled face, brimming with lust. He leaned back in his leather chair, hands crossed, his hawk-like gaze fixed on Dahyun, a member of TWICE, sitting across from him. Her innocent aura contrasted sharply with her fiery body, making her presence in the cramped room all the more enticing. Petite in stature, she possessed a breathtaking hourglass figure, with a slender waist and plump, rounded hips forming a perfect ratio. Her thick, toned thighs exuded a deadly sensuality, as if she were born for doggy-style sex.

The summer heat in Seoul was stifling, and though the air conditioning was on in the casting room, the atmosphere still felt oppressively warm. The director’s eyes roamed over Dahyun’s body, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Miss Dahyun,” his voice was low, laced with a hint of probing, “You Are the Apple of My Eye” is a major production. The female lead needs to have… a special kind of charm. What do you think you have that can impress me?”

Dahyun smiled faintly, a glint of cunning flashing in her eyes. She knew this casting was never just about acting. She stood up, slowly walking toward the director, her skirt swaying with each step, accentuating her slender waist and plump ass. “I know what you want,” her voice was soft and seductive, tinged with provocation, “and I can give you… everything.”

The director’s lips curled into a lewd grin as he placed his hands on Dahyun’s slender waist, pulling her onto his lap. “Oh? Then you’ll need to prove your sincerity.” His hands roamed shamelessly to the insides of her thick thighs, his rough fingertips grazing her smooth skin, savoring the firm flesh. Dahyun didn’t resist; instead, she leaned closer, her red lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “As long as you give me this role, I’m willing to be the crew’s… cum dumpster. Anyone can play with me however they want.”

The director’s breathing quickened instantly, his cock swelling in his pants. He yanked open Dahyun’s top, revealing her perky, pale tits, the size of small melons, with pink nipples trembling in the air. “What a slut,” he growled, his hands roughly kneading her breasts. “Then let’s see what you’re capable of!” The casting room door was locked, and the atmosphere turned depraved in an instant.

Dahyun was pinned against the table, her short skirt flipped up to her waist, her panties torn off, exposing her pink, dripping pussy, already soaked with glistening juices that trickled down her thick thighs. “Ahh… Director… be gentle… ah…” Dahyun’s moans were broken, a mix of pain and excitement, echoing through the room. The director unbuckled his belt, pulling out a thick cock, its tip already leaking precum. Without mercy, he aimed his cock at Dahyun’s pussy and thrust hard, burying himself fully into her tight, wet hole.

With a “squelch,” her juices were forced out, dripping down her perineum onto the table. “So fucking tight,” the director growled through gritted teeth, grabbing her slender waist and starting to pound her furiously. “Slap, slap, slap…” The sound of flesh colliding was rapid and sharp, accompanied by the “squelch, squelch” of penetration, like the rhythm of churning mud.

Dahyun was fucked into a moaning mess, her breasts jiggling on the table, her nipples pinched red by the director’s rough fingers. “Ahh… so deep… Director… ahh… you’re fucking me to death… ah…” Her moans rose and fell, sometimes sharp and high like they came from the clouds, other times long and drawn-out like a sigh, utterly depraved.

The director’s thrusts grew more violent, each one making Dahyun’s pussy clench and release, her juices and white foam spilling from her hole, dripping down the table’s edge to the floor. “Slut, tell me, were you born to be fucked?” he demanded while pounding her, his palm slapping her plump, rounded ass with a crisp “slap,” the fat jiggling with waves of flesh, irresistibly enticing.

“Ahh… yes… I’m a slut born to be fucked… ah… Director… give me the role… I’ll let the whole crew fuck me… ahh…” Dahyun was fucked senseless, spewing lewd words just to please the director. Her pale little feet dangled off the table’s edge, swaying with each thrust, her toes curling, as delicate as white jade.

The director, driven wild by her sluttiness, flipped her over, making her lie face down on the table, her plump ass raised high, her thick thighs taut, presenting the perfect doggy-style position, as if she were made to be fucked hard. He spat on her pink asshole, then roughly probed it with his fingers, stirring it a few times before aiming his thick cock at the tight hole and thrusting in hard.

“Ahhh… it hurts… it hurts so much… ahh…” Dahyun’s screams rang out, but they soon turned into excited moans. “Ahh… Director… fuck my asshole… ahh… it feels so good…” “Squelch, squelch…” His cock slid in and out of her asshole, making sticky sounds, accompanied by the “slap, slap, slap” of her ass being pounded, the flesh jiggling with each impact.

The room’s depravity grew thicker. Dahyun’s asshole was fucked slightly open, fluids and juices dripping down her perineum to her pussy, leaving a wet mess. Her long hair was disheveled, sticking to her sweaty face, her large breasts squashed against the table, the flesh spilling out from the sides like soft dough.

“Ahh… I’m cumming… ahhh… I’m going to die… ah…” As the director continued his brutal assault, Dahyun’s moans grew sharper. Her pussy suddenly gushed a stream of clear fluid, like a small creek flowing onto the table, followed by a jet of piss shooting from her urethra, splattering onto the director’s pants and dripping down the table’s edge to the floor.

“Slut, you got fucked so hard you pissed yourself!” the director roared with excitement, pounding her asshole even harder. The piss sprayed for over ten seconds, gradually slowing, trickling down her thick thighs onto the table, forming a puddle that reeked of her scent.

The director, unable to hold back from the sight, pulled out his cock and forced Dahyun to the floor, making her kneel beneath his crotch. “Open your mouth, slut, drink my cum!” he ordered, jerking his cock. Dahyun obediently opened her mouth, sticking out her pink tongue, her eyes filled with lustful desire.

With a low growl, the director shot thick streams of cum, splattering her face, mouth, and even dripping down her pale breasts. She swallowed the cum without hesitation, using her fingers to scoop the cum from her face into her mouth, licking it clean. “Haha… you’re a fucking natural-born whore!” The director panted, slapping her cheek.

“I see your sincerity. The role is yours. But remember what you promised—everyone in the crew can play with you however they want!” Dahyun collapsed on the floor, her body sticky with sweat, juices, and cum, glistening under the light. She panted, a mix of satisfaction and ambition in her eyes. “Thank you, Director… I’ll make everyone happy…” Her voice was soft and seductive, laced with provocation.

The depravity of the casting room was only the beginning. A few days later, filming officially started, and Dahyun appeared on set as the female lead. Her innocent appearance and fiery figure set the blood of all the student actors racing, her petite frame exuding a deadly sensuality with her slender waist and plump, rounded hips forming a perfect ratio, paired with her thick, toned thighs in the school unifrom, making it impossible not to fantasize about her body. But no one knew she had already promised a more debased deal on the director’s bed. As night fell and the filming ended, the gym became her secret playground. The student actors took turns, treating her as a tool for their lust, satisfying her body and ambition through rough gangbangs.

On the first day of filming, after it ended, the director led Dahyun to the gym, where seven muscular student actors were already waiting. Their eyes burned with desire, their cocks twitching eagerly in their pants. “Dahyun,” the director said with a wicked grin, “it’s time to fulfill what you promised.”

Dahyun didn’t hesitate; instead, she took the initiative to strip off her clothes, revealing her pale, naked body as she lay on the thick mat. Her hourglass figure was fully exposed, her slender waist and plump hips forming an enticing curve, her thick thighs slightly parted, radiating endless temptation. “Come on, oppa,” her voice dripped with seduction, “play with me however you want.”

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Original Timeline

“Slap, slap, slap…” “Squelch, squelch…” The two sweat-drenched guys continued their rapid thrusts, Dahyun reduced to heavy panting after her climax, her legs hanging limply in the arms of the guy on top, swaying with each thrust, her pale little feet as delicate as white jade.

“Ahhh… ahhh…” As the guy on top gave his final, powerful thrusts, Dahyun let out delirious moans. On his last deep thrust into her pussy, she let out a long, low “umm…”, her toes curling tight. The guy on top tensed his body, pressing down on her, his balls contracting and releasing, finally relaxing after a dozen pulses. The guy below continued relentlessly fucking her asshole.

Half a minute later, the guy on top pulled out his dripping cock, coated in sticky fluids, a drop of cum hanging from the tip. Her pussy remained slightly open, the lips soft and splayed, her clit exposed, and as her pussy pulsed, cum mixed with her juices flowed out. The guy on top stood up, and Dahyun’s legs fell limply to her sides. Before she could catch her breath, a short-haired muscular guy climbed onto her, lifting her legs and shoving his thick cock into her cum-dripping pussy, fucking her rapidly.

“Ahhh…” Dahyun’s moans resumed. Her breasts, like small melons coated in sticky fluids, stood firm, large yet proportionate to her body, exuding a seductive allure. Lying on her back, her large breasts obscured her face, with only her long, dark hair spilling messily around her shoulders. “Dahyun, come lick oppa’s cock clean,” said the guy who had just cum in her pussy.

Though she had been fucked by seven muscular guys all evening, Dahyun’s pink pussy still dripped with juices. “Ahh… mm… mm…” Her mouth was stuffed with a cock, her moans turning into muffled “mm, mm…” sounds in her throat. “Hehe… Dahyun, you’ve been playing all evening, you must be thirsty. Look at how your juices keep flowing—aren’t you dehydrated? Come, oppa will give you some water, open your mouth wide,” said the guy kneeling beside her, who had just cum.

Soon, the sound of liquid pouring into a bottle could be heard, rising and falling, accompanied by gulping noises as if someone were swallowing heavily, until the stream finally dwindled and stopped. Dahyun drank the guy’s piss as if it were the sweetest nectar.

“Hehe…”

“Haha…” During the piss-drinking, the guys laughed mockingly.

“Little slut, do your fans know how slutty you are?”

“If they knew how depraved she is, they’d probably die of shock!”

“Maybe not, she might just be a natural-born slut, begging her fans to gangbang her.”

“Hehe… her fans treat her like a goddess, probably thinking she’s pure and innocent.”

“Haha… they’d never imagine their precious Dahyun gets her pussy and asshole fucked and pissed on every day!”

The guys burst into laughter. “Slap, slap, slap, slap…” “Squelch, squelch…” Even as she was pissed on and mocked, Dahyun’s sticky, wet lower body was still being pounded by the two muscular guys. Piss, juices, cum, and sweat mingled at her holes, splattered by the thrusting cocks, her depraved lower body enough to make even the impotent hard.

The guy fucking her asshole couldn’t hold back any longer, thrusting hard a few more times before shooting his load into her tight hole. “Fuck, that felt so good, this slut’s asshole is so tight, even better than her pussy! Come on, next guy, I’ll rest and fuck her again later.” He pulled out his half-soft cock, cum dripping from her gaping asshole like a small black hole, trickling onto his tip and down his balls, thick like molten lava, hanging on the verge of breaking.

The guy fucking her pussy lifted her off the mat and walked toward a recliner, thrusting as he moved, the sticky cum from her asshole dripping onto the floor. He sat down on the recliner, lying back, his hands gripping Dahyun’s large breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingertips, while Dahyun moaned incessantly, “Ahh… ah…”

Now facing the door sideways, if anyone opened it, they’d see her pale, fiery body riding a muscular guy’s cock, her dripping pussy sliding up and down on it. Her petite frame exuded a deadly allure, her pale skin glistening with sweat, beads rolling down her cheeks, a few drops of cum sliding from her lips and hair. Her face was half-hidden by her disheveled hair, wet strands sticking to her cheeks, her large breasts bouncing in the guy’s hands like water-filled balloons.

Her slender waist twisted like a snake, her plump ass and thick thighs moving up and down, perfectly showcasing her suitability for riding, making anyone fantasize about her riding them to climax. Dahyun’s fat ass moved like a motor, riding the thick cock, slamming down hard each time the tip nearly slipped out, swallowing the entire length. Her asshole, recently gaped into a black hole, had closed up, though a few drops of fluid still leaked out.

“Slap, slap…” The sound of her pussy being fucked was continuous. “Ahh… fuck Dahyun… fuck me to death… ahh…” Dahyun’s wanton cries echoed through the room. Two guys nearby approached, their dripping cocks in hand, rubbing the tips on her face. Dahyun, as if seeing candy, grabbed a cock in each hand, stroking them, taking turns sucking and licking each one, not even sparing their balls.

Another guy joined, shoving his thick cock into her asshole, adjusting for a moment before grabbing her plump ass and fucking her hard, her flesh jiggling with each thrust, perfectly showing off her doggy-style allure. Every hole on Dahyun’s body was filled with cock, writhing and moaning like a depraved slut, reveling in the gangbang.

“Slap, slap, slap…” The sound of her ass being pounded, “squelch, squelch…” of cocks thrusting, Dahyun’s excited moans, the guys’ mocking laughter, and the heavy panting of those fucking her hard all blended into a symphony of lust. The sweat-soaked guys kept fucking her, switching out twice, leaving her asshole and pussy gaping, unable to close.

Each thrust forced out more juices and cum, dripping down the cocks to the floor. After Dahyun was fucked to the point of screaming and pissing again, the floor was covered in a puddle of her musky fluids. “Hehe, Dahyun, are you hungry?” asked a guy on the recliner, thrusting into her pussy with his glistening cock, grinning.

“Ah… mm… mm, so hungry… fucked so hard by oppa’s big cocks… I’m starving, ah… ahhh… I want… I want a cream hotdog, ah… ahh… oppa, be gentle, ahh…” Dahyun was fucked to the point of exhaustion, lying limply on the guy, her large breasts squashed into flat pancakes, the flesh spilling out where her body met his chest, swaying with each thrust, her breasts circling in place like deflated tires supporting her pale body.

“Haha… this little slut wants a cream hotdog, then beg us for it,” the guy fucking her asshole sneered. “Ahh… please… please, oppa, give this little slut… ah… something to eat… ah… a cream hotdog… ahh… this little slut is so hungry… ahhh… please… big cock oppa… ah…” “Slap…” The guy fucking her asshole smacked her fat ass hard, sending waves of flesh rippling.

“What a fucking slut, she’s addicted to it. Guys, let’s call it a night after feeding this whore, haha, save some energy to fuck her again tomorrow.” “Haha…” The guys laughed. The two guys thrust hard for a few more minutes, both shooting their loads into her body. When they pulled out, one guy grabbed two long slices of bread, pressing them against her pussy and asshole, rubbing them to coat the bread with the cum and juices flowing out.

Another guy took two thumb-thick sausages, shoving them into her pussy and asshole for a moment before pulling them out and sandwiching them between the bread slices. “Here, Dahyun, your hot cream hotdog is ready, come eat,” he said. “Hehe…” “Haha…” The guys laughed derisively.

Dahyun sat up, her pale skin glistening with sweat, juices, piss, and cum, shining under the light, her hair sticking to her face in strands, her breasts trembling. She took the “cream hotdog,” biting off a large piece, chewing as if it were a delicacy, and finally licking the cum from her fingers and lips into her mouth.

The guys watched her finish, laughing. “I’m so thirsty… oppa… Dahyun is so thirsty,” she said, batting her eyes at them, acting coy. The guys knew she wanted to drink their piss, and three of them immediately brought their cocks to her mouth, spraying piss before she could say more.

Dahyun swallowed eagerly, but the volume was too much, and much of it spilled from her lips, dripping down her breasts and onto her dripping lower body, finally pooling into the puddle of fluids on the floor.

“Haha, slut… a whore fucked by thousands, ridden by millions, so shameless.”

“Hehe… if she weren’t this slutty, we wouldn’t have anything to play with.”

“She calls herself a member of TWICE, just a shameless nympho.”

“Worse than a prostitute, loves eating cum and drinking piss.” “Exactly, even prostitutes wouldn’t drink piss, but this slut begs for it, so shameless.” “Look at her, so cheap, we say this to her face, and she’s dripping again.” “Haha…” “Little slut Dahyun, is your asshole itching again?”

“Even if it is, too bad. We’re exhausted tonight, come back tomorrow, hehe… we’ll rest up and fuck you again.”

“Haha… going back with a belly full of cum, it’d be a miracle if no one notices.”

As Luke left, Somi came over to me, looking even more downcast than before. "I'm going to head home too," she said. "I'm not feeling well."

I could tell she was lying, but I didn't push her. Instead, I offered to walk her home.

As we walked through the quiet streets, I could see the tension in her body. It wasn't until we reached her front door that she finally spoke. "Y/N, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," I replied, my concern growing.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at me. "Do you think Luke still loves me?"

My heart ached for her. I hesitated, trying to find the right words. "I can't speak for him, but I see the way he looks at you. The way he treats you. That tells me how much he cares about you," I answered honestly.

She sighed heavily and leaned against the wall, wiping her tears. "It's been six years, Y/N. We've been together since high school, and I feel like maybe it's time for us to move on.

I glanced around nervously, unsure if this was a good idea, but I trusted Somi. She led me into her cozy apartment and closed the door behind us. "I'm glad you came over," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just needed someone to talk to."

We sat down on her couch, and she looked at me pleadingly. "I know I'm being selfish, but I don't want to lose him. He's my everything." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"You're not selfish," I reassured her. "And you shouldn't give up on him so easily. You two have a strong relationship. Maybe there's something wrong that you can work out together."

Somi shook her head. "I don't know… maybe I'm just being paranoid.

Maybe you're just being paranoid," I agreed. "Or maybe you're drunk? Sometimes alcohol can make things seem worse than they really are."

She laughed softly, reaching for a tissue to wipe her eyes. "Maybe you're right. But I just wish I could figure out what's wrong."

There was an awkward silence for a moment, then Somi turned to face me. Her eyes were red-rimmed but dry now. "I don't want to ruin our friendship, though. If he leaves me, I don't want to be the girlfriend who drags you into the middle of it."

I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You won't. And you should talk to him about it, Somi. He'd want to know how you feel. If there's something wrong, he needs to know so he can fix it."

"I know, Y/N," she agreed reluctantly. "But I just can't bring myself to do it. What if he doesn't want to stay?"

Somi sighed, her expression softening as she looked at me. "You know, sometimes I feel like Luke and I are just going through the motions. We used to be so passionate, so in love. Now it feels like we're just existing together."

I nodded sympathetically, understanding where she was coming from. "I've noticed that too," I admitted. "Maybe you both need to reconnect, find that spark again."

Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep sadness. "Maybe you're right." She hesitated before continuing, her voice barely audible. "Y/N, can I ask you something else?"

What is it?" I asked, concerned by her somber tone.

"Does… does all guys last less than five minutes during sex? Or is it just him?" she blurted out, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

I was taken aback by her question, unsure of how to respond. It wasn't a topic I was comfortable discussing with my best friend's girlfriend, especially not while they were having relationship problems.

"I, uh…" I stammered, trying to find the right words. "Every guy is different, Somi. I wouldn't compare yourself or your partner to others in that way."

She sighed heavily, looking down at her hands. "I know, but sometimes I feel like I'm missing out on something. Like maybe there's more to sex than what we have. And I don't want to hurt his feelings by telling him I'm unsatisfied."

"I understand why you might think that," I said slowly, carefully choosing my words. "Some people do place a lot of importance on penis size, but it's not everything. Intimacy, connection, pleasure, all those things matter more."

Somi looked up at me, her eyes searching for reassurance. "But what if he's really small? Would that make a difference?"

I felt a surge of awkwardness at the question, but I knew I had to be honest with her. "Honestly, Somi, every body is different. Size can matter, but it's not the end of the world."

"But isn't bigger usually better?" she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

I hesitated, unsure how to approach this sensitive topic without hurting her feelings further. "It depends on personal preference and the anatomy involved," I said delicately. "Some men with smaller cocks can still provide incredible pleasure and satisfaction."

Somi bit her lip, clearly grappling with these complex ideas. "So you're saying Luke could still satisfy me even if his… you know, doesn't measure up to society's standards?"

I nodded. "Exactly. Pleasure comes from many sources, not just physical attributes. Trust, communication, technique, all play a role."

She seemed to consider this, her expression thoughtful. "You're right, Y/N. I should focus on what feels good for both of us, rather than comparing to unrealistic ideals." A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Thanks for being honest with me, even when it's uncomfortable."

Somi's face lit up with curiosity as she leaned forward, her eyes locked onto mine. "Show me yours," she whispered, her voice full of anticipation.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized where this was going. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Your… equipment," she clarified, her smile growing wider. "I want to see it, feel it, experience it."

I felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. This was a bold move, one that could either bring us closer together or ruin our friendship forever. But before I could respond, Somi reached out and gently touched my hand.

"I think I need this, Y/N," she whispered, her eyes pleading for understanding. "And maybe we can help each other out."

The alcohol must have been clouding both of our judgment because I found myself considering her request. Slowly, I nodded, swallowing hard. "Alright," I said, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me. "But we have to be careful. We don't want anything to happen that we'll regret later."

We moved to stand, our faces mere inches apart. With shaking hands, I unzipped my pants and let my throbbing erection spring free. Even in the dim light of the room, it was clear that it was larger than Luke's. My heart was pounding as I waited for her reaction.

Somi looked down at my cock, her eyes wide with wonder and curiosity. She reached out, tentatively touching the tip, and gasped softly.

Her hands were cold against my flesh, sending shivers down my spine. As she explored my cock with growing confidence, she began to stroke it gently, learning its shape and texture. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of her soft fingers gliding over my shaft.

"It feels nice," she murmured, looking up at me. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"No," I replied hoarsely. "Just be careful, okay?"

She nodded, her fingers moving faster now. Her touch was light and teasing, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The alcohol made it difficult to think clearly, but somehow, it also made the experience more intense. She leaned in close, brushing her lips against the head of my cock.

"Do you want me to…" she trailed off, hesitating.

"Yes," I croaked. "Please."

Her tongue darted out, licking the slit at the tip of my cock. I moaned softly, my hips jerking involuntarily. She took another deep breath and slowly engulfed the head of my cock, her throat muscles working around it. Despite her protests earlier about not being able to fit him inside her mouth, she was surprisingly skilled at taking me into her mouth.

Her eyes met mine as she began to bob her head, sucking and licking, her hands working their magic on the rest of my shaft. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I didn't want it to stop. The heat between us grew more intense with each passing moment, and soon I was losing myself in the sensations she was creating.

I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up and crushing my lips to hers. Our mouths fused together in a passionate kiss, our tongues tangled in a dance of desire. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel her heart racing against mine.

As we kissed, I reached down and wrapped my hand around her grip, guiding her mouth back onto my cock. She sucked harder, taking more of me in, and I felt my orgasm building in my balls. It was like a storm brewing inside me, growing stronger by the second.

With one final surge, I came, my body jerking as I released deep into her mouth. She swallowed, licking her lips clean, her eyes sparkling with mischief. We stood there for a long moment, savoring the afterglow of our forbidden encounter.

The intensity of the moment consumed me, and before I knew what I was doing, I had pushed Somi down onto the bed, my body covering hers. She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise, but there was no fear in them, only excitement.

"You're so beautiful," I growled, running my hands over her curves. "I want to take you, claim you as mine."

"Please," she whimpered, arching her back against me. "Take me, use me for your pleasure."

I claimed her mouth again, kissing her deeply as my hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft skin. She trembled beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps as I touched her most sensitive areas. I could feel her arousal, smell it on her skin, and it drove me wild with lust.

My hand moved between her legs, finding her wet folds. I rubbed her clit roughly, circling it with my thumb as my fingers plunged deeper, searching for that spot that would send her over the edge. Her moans vibrated against my lips, and I could feel her tightening around my fingers.

Suddenly, I pulled away from her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. Then I brought my hand down hard on her ass, making her yelp in shock and pleasure. I spanked her again, harder this time, watching as her cheeks turned red. Her body shook with the impact, and I could feel her pussy clenching around my fingers.

"You like that?" I asked, giving her another sharp slap.

"Yes!" she cried, her voice breaking. "Please, more."

I obliged, slapping her ass again and again, each strike sending ripples through her body. She bucked under me, crying out with every blow, her pussy dripping with need. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, a primal symphony of dominance and submission.

"Look at me," I commanded, my breath hot against her ear. "Watch what's happening to you."

Somi's eyes were glazed with lust, her gaze fixed on where our bodies met. She licked her lips, her chest heaving as she panted for air. I pulled my fingers from her, leaving them coated in her slick arousal.

"Now it's time for my cock," I growled, guiding myself to her entrance. With one firm thrust, I buried myself inside her, groaning at the tight heat enveloping me.

Her walls clamped down around me, milking me hungrily. I couldn't believe how good she felt, how right it felt to be inside her. My fingers found her nipples once more, pinching and tugging as I began to move within her.

"D-daddy," she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "Oh, yes… fill me up."

The word sent a thrill through me, making my cock throb inside her. I started fucking her slowly, my hips grinding against hers. Each time I thrust forward, I sank deeper, stretching her tight channel. She was incredible, and I wanted more of her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her close as I picked up the pace, losing myself in the sensation of her body moving beneath me.

"That's it," I said gruffly.

"You like that, don't you? You like being mine?" I leaned in, spitting on her face. The saliva mixed with her arousal, creating a slick mess on her cheeks. "Cum for me, you little slut."

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she approached the edge of climax. "Yes, I like it. I belong to you," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

I held nothing back as I fucked her, my hips slamming into hers in rapid succession. Her nails dug into my back, urging me onward, driving me closer to the edge. As she neared her peak, I spun her around, positioning her kneeling on the bed with her ass in the air. Her juices dripped onto the sheets below as I took her from behind, hammering into her from this new angle.

"Cum for me, you dirty little slut," I growled, slapping her ass again and again. "Tell me how much you love it."

"I love it!" she screamed, her body shaking violently.

My hand reared back, pinching her chin as I guided her mouth to my cock. "Eat me, girl," I commanded, my voice husky with desire. She devoured me, taking the entire length of me in one smooth motion. Her tongue danced with mine, their touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.

When we broke apart for air, I was still holding the reins, my fingers roaming over her shoulders, tracing curves and lines that made my heart ache. She groaned softly, leaning into me, her body pressed against mine. I released my hold on her hair, letting her mouth drop to mine once more.

We moved across the bed together, our bodies dancing in perfect harmony. Every time I thrust forward, she moaned, every withdrawal leaving her gasping for air. The way she tasted, the feel of her skin against mine… it was almost too much to bear.

Her eyes met mine, locked onto mine as I began to move, the bed creaking beneath us like a living thing. My hands roamed her body, searching out the most sensitive spots to claim. I found them, of course – those tender places where her pleasure and pain converged.

With my fingers wrapped around her throat, I squeezed hard, watching as her face turned red, her lips puckering with the pressure. She still managed to whimper, to arch her back, but her body seemed powerless against my grip. I released her throat, only to grab her breasts and squeeze, my fingers digging deep into her soft flesh.

She milked me, her nipples throbbing against my palms as I pumped my hips, filling her with my seed. We collapsed together, spent, our bodies slick with sweat and need.

As we caught our breath, I pulled back, gazing down at her flushed face, her chest heaving with each ragged inhale. A wicked thought formed in my mind, and before she could react, I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me.

"Time for a little something extra," I purred, sliding my torso up until my face hovered above hers. With a mischievous grin, I took one of her breasts in my mouth, suckling and nibbling on the sensitive nipple.

Somi let out a startled gasp, her body tensing beneath me. But as I continued to lavish attention on her breast, she began to moan, her fingers tangling in my hair. Emboldened by her reaction, I switched to the other nipple, teasing it with my teeth and tongue until it hardened to a peak.

Releasing her from my mouth, I positioned myself between her legs once more, my cock nudging at her entrance.

I slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing through the room. "Beg for my cock, slut," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

Her eyes widened in shock, a shiver running down her spine. She looked back over her shoulder, her gaze filled with a mixture of fear and desire. "Please, daddy," she whimpered, "I need your big, thick cock inside me."

My hand came down again, this time landing on her cheek with a stinging slap. "Louder, whore," I demanded, my tone leaving no room for disobedience.

She yelped, but as the pain subsided, a rush of pleasure took its place. "Oh, god, please," she begged, her hips bucking against me. "Fuck me hard, daddy. Use me like the dirty little slut I am."

I grinned, gripping her hips tightly.

Her pale skin glistened with sweat, and the muscles in her abdomen tensed as I pushed myself inside her once more. The smack had left a rosy red mark on her ass, adding to the overall picture of her debauchery. I fucked her furiously, determined to make her cum again, harder than before.

"Yesssss," she moaned, her body writhing beneath me. "So good, daddy. Fuck me, I'm yours."

I reached up, pinching her nipples roughly. "You're mine to use, aren't you?" I asked, punctuating the question with another harsh slap to her ass.

"Yes, yes, I'm yours," she cried out, her body trembling. "Do whatever you want with me."

Her ass was tight, virginal. I hadn't expected such resistance from her. But there was something thrilling about it, the idea of breaking her innocence further. So I pushed aside my doubts and plunged a finger into her hole, feeling it stretch around me. She let out a shocked gasp, her body jerking beneath me.

"Like that, do you?" I growled, thrusting deeper. "Good, because I'm going to fill you up with my cock."

Her eyes went wide with surprise and pleasure as I fucked her ass with my finger. I could see the flush spreading across her pale skin, and I knew she was close to the edge. With a final thrust, I buried myself inside her, holding nothing back. She screamed my name, her body convulsing around me as she came again.

I rolled her onto her stomach, her ass in the air. She let out a small sob of protest, but I didn't care. I needed to taste her now. I ran my tongue along her crack, teasing her opening before delving inside. Her ass was warm and wet, tasting of her own arousal mixed with my seed.

I lapped at her hole like a hungry animal, relishing the way she squirmed beneath me. Her moans vibrated against my lips, sending shivers down my spine. When she was soaked with saliva, I finally sat up and positioned my cock at her entrance. "You ready for more?" I asked, giving her an encouraging slap.

She nodded, biting her lip. "Yes, please, daddy. Fuck my ass."

I thrust into her, feeling her body yield to me.

I grabbed her hips and smacked them hard as I buried myself inside her. She cried out in pain, and then in pleasure. I couldn't tell which sensation was stronger.

"That's it, take it all," I growled, fucking her roughly. "Take what's mine."

She moaned and whimpered with each thrust, her body twisting beneath me. The sounds echoed in the room, filling it with our carnal desires. Her ass clenched around me, trying to expel me, but I was too deep, too far inside. She was mine now, and I wasn't letting go.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from earlier cries. "Don't stop! Give me everything!"

I yanked on her hair, forcing her head back as I pounded into her ass. She let out a cry, half-pain, half-pleasure, her nails digging into the sheets.

"Yes, just like that!" she begged, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Harder, daddy! Pull my hair and make me yours!"

My grip tightened, and I rammed into her with abandon, giving in to my primal instincts. Her body was a canvas for my lust, and I was painting it with every thrust. She arched her back, meeting me halfway, her ass taking every inch of my cock.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned, sweat dripping down my face. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be filled and used."

I pulled out of her ass and moved to position myself between her legs. Her eyes widened in alarm as I lifted her leg and positioned it on my face. She let out a small cry as I buried my mouth into her folds, lapping at her juice and seed.

Her hand came up, fingers tangling in my hair once more, holding me close. I sucked and licked, feeling her clench around my tongue. She bucked against me, offering herself, and I took it all, savoring the taste of her womanhood.

In that moment, there was no one else, only us, lost in our own private world of desire.

As I continued to feast on her, she began to whisper incoherent praises, her hips grinding against my face. "Oh god, Y/N… this is it. This is what I've been missing. You make me feel alive."

Her words stoked the fire within me, driving me to pleasure her even more. I added a finger to her entrance, circling gently before pushing inside. She moaned as her walls fluttering around my tongue.

"Tell me, baby," I murmured against her core, "did Luke ever make you feel this good before?" I knew the answer even as I asked, but I needed to hear it from her lips.

"No," she breathed, her voice tinged with awe. "No one ever did. Not like this. Only you, Y/N." Her confession fueled my desire, and I redoubled my efforts, determined to show her the depths of pleasure only I could provide. She nodded eagerly, her eyes hazy with lust.

I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My cock was hard again, ready for more. I grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach once more. She let out a small yelp of surprise, but quickly relaxed as I positioned myself behind her.

"I'm going to fill every hole of yours," I promised darkly, rubbing the tip of my cock along her slit. "You'll be dripping with my cum by the time I'm done with you."

She shivered in anticipation, her body already tensing in readiness. "Please," she whispered, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Use me however you want."

I pushed her head down, forcing my cock into her throat. She gagged around it, but I held her there, letting her adjust to the intrusion. After a moment, I pulled back, allowing her to breathe.

"Gargle on it," I commanded, my voice low and rough. "Show me how much you love my cock."

She obeyed instantly, taking me deep into her mouth once more. As she gargled, I thrust forward, fucking her face. The wet, gurgling sounds filled the room, mixing with her muffled moans. Her eyes rolled back in bliss, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"That's it," I groaned, feeling my balls tighten. "Take it all like a good girl."

I pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. My cock was slick with her saliva, glistening obscenely in the dim light. I wiped it along her cheek, smearing it with our combined fluids.

"Taste yourself," I said, pushing her head down to lick her own juices from my shaft.

She did so eagerly, lapping at my cock like a woman possessed. The sensation of her tongue on my sensitive skin sent jolts of pleasure through my body. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her movements.

"Yes, just like that," I panted, watching her intently. "Clean every inch of my cock. Show me how much you love it."

I pushed her onto her hands and knees, admiring the view of her ass presented before me. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark with lust.

"Please, daddy," she begged, wiggling her hips invitingly. "Give it to me. Hard."

I positioned myself behind her, rubbing the tip of my cock along her slit. She was dripping wet, ready for me. I teased her entrance, pushing in slightly before pulling out again.

"Be patient," I admonished, smacking her ass lightly. "You'll get what you need."

She whimpered but held still, waiting for me to take control. I gripped her hips tightly and thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her in one smooth motion. We both moaned at the sensation, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

"That's it," I growled, setting a hard, fast pace. "Take my cock like a good girl."

I felt her orgasm building, her body tensing around me. I increased the pace, pounding her mercilessly, knowing she was close. I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Cum for me, baby," I demanded, my voice raw with lust. "Cum on daddy's cock."

Her cries echoed through the room as she climaxed, her inner walls clamping down around me. Wave after wave of her juices coated my cock, sending me over the edge as well. I shot my load deep inside her, filling her up with warmth and seed.

I slowed my thrusts, letting her ride out her orgasm before collapsing on top of her, pinning her beneath me. We lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily.

"Good girl," I whispered, kissing her neck. "

"Not yet," I replied, pulling out of her. "I want to see your face when you watch it."

She whimpered, her body quivering from exhaustion, but didn't protest as I rolled her onto her back. Her legs were trembling, barely able to support her weight.

"Look at me," I ordered, positioning myself between her thighs again.

She opened her eyes, meeting my gaze, her expression glazed with pleasure and exhaustion. "Please…" she whispered hoarsely. "Fill me up."

I didn't hesitate. I thrust deep inside her one last time, holding nothing back. With a roar, I released my seed, flooding her womb with hot cum. She moaned, her eyes rolling back as she felt my thick ropes of cum filling her.

I collapsed on top of her, spent and satisfied. She clung to me, her breath coming in short gasps. After a few moments, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Thank you," she said softly. "For showing me what real sex feels like. For making me feel alive."

She made a shocked sound. Her hands pushed at your chest. You bit her lower lip hard enough to make her cry out and forced your tongue inside, kissing her like you were angry at her for existing. Spit smeared between your mouths. When she tried to turn her head you fisted her hair and held her still, grinding your lips against hers until she had no choice but to take it.

You pulled back just enough to speak against her mouth.

“You’ve been acting like a spoiled little princess all week. Late to rehearsals. Ignoring calls. Looking at other staff like they’re beneath you.”

Karina’s eyes were wide. “What are you—manager, stop—”

You slapped her. Not hard enough to leave a mark yet, but sharp. Tears sprang up instantly. You grabbed her jaw and forced another kiss, messier this time, biting and sucking until her lips were red and swollen. Your other hand shoved under the oversized shirt. No bra. Just soft, full tits that filled your palm perfectly. You squeezed hard, thumb scraping over a nipple until she whimpered into your mouth.

You dragged her away from the wall by the hair and threw her onto the couch. She tried to scramble up. You were on her before she could, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other shoved the shirt up to her collarbones. Her tits spilled free—pale, pretty, nipples already tight from fear and cold air.

You lowered your head and bit the soft underside of one breast. Hard. Karina screamed. You sucked the skin between your teeth and left a dark purple mark, then another, then another, working your way across both tits until her chest was covered in wet, blooming hickeys. You licked over the marks, tasting her skin, biting again whenever she tried to twist away. Your teeth sank into the top of one breast, then the side, then close to the nipple. She was crying now, soft broken sounds.

“Please—it hurts—”

“Good.” You sucked a nipple into your mouth and bit down just enough to make her back arch. “You need to remember who keeps this career running. Who cleans up your messes. Who owns your schedule.”

You shoved two fingers between her legs. No panties. Just smooth, warm folds already slick from the rough handling. You pushed inside without warning. She was tight. Her walls clenched hard around the sudden intrusion and she sobbed, trying to close her thighs. You forced them open with your knee and fucked your fingers into her, curling them deep, scissoring, stretching her open while she cried and shook her head.

“Stop—please, manager—I’m sorry—”

You pulled your fingers out, shiny and wet, and shoved them into her mouth. “Suck them clean. Taste how wet you get when your manager fingers your pretty little cunt.”

She tried to turn away. You pinched her nose shut until she opened up, then forced the fingers over her tongue. Tears ran down into her hair. When you were satisfied you stood, dragged her off the couch by the hair, and forced her to her knees on the floor.

Your cock was already out, thick and hard. You slapped her cheek with it once, then again, leaving a smear of precum on her skin. “Open.”

Karina clenched her teeth. You yanked her hair until her scalp must have burned and when her mouth opened on a pained gasp you shoved in. The head hit the back of her throat immediately. She gagged hard, eyes flying wide, hands flying up to push at your thighs. You held her head still and forced another inch in, watching her throat bulge around you.

“Fuck—look at you. Aespa’s perfect centerpiece choking on her manager’s cock.”

You started thrusting, short and brutal. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her marked tits. Every time she tried to pull back you tightened your grip in her hair and fucked deeper. Her mascara was already ruined. Wet choking sounds filled the apartment. You kept going until her nose was pressed to your stomach and she was making desperate, muffled sobs around your shaft.

When you finally pulled out she coughed hard, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to your cock. You didn’t give her time to recover. You dragged her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and kicked her legs apart.

“Phone,” you said. You pulled yours out, unlocked it, and started recording. The camera pointed straight at her ass and the pink, shiny folds between her thighs. “Smile for the camera, Karina. Your fans would love to see their perfect idol like this.”

“No—please don’t—”

You slammed inside in one thrust.

Karina screamed. The sound was raw. Her pussy stretched obscenely around your cock, walls fluttering and clamping down. You didn’t give her time to adjust. You started pounding into her immediately, hips snapping forward hard enough that the couch scraped across the floor. One hand held the phone steady, filming every wet slap of skin, every jiggle of her ass, every time your thick shaft disappeared inside her. The other hand fisted her hair and yanked her head back so the camera could catch her tear-streaked face.

“Too deep—it hurts—please slow down—”

You reached under her and slapped her clit. She jerked and sobbed louder. “Take it. This is what happens when you act like a brat. Your manager has to remind you who you belong to.”

You fucked her like you were punishing her. Deep, punishing strokes that forced every inch inside over and over. The wet sounds got louder. Her thighs were shiny with her own slick. You angled the phone lower so it could capture the way her pussy stretched and the way precum and her juices coated your cock every time you pulled back.

Karina—her arms gave out. She collapsed forward onto the cushions, face buried as she cried. You followed her down, still filming, still driving into her without mercy. You bit the back of her neck hard, leaving another mark, then sucked more dark hickeys along the side of her throat while you kept pounding.

“You’re so fucking tight. Been walking around with this perfect little cunt all day and thinking no one would take it.”

“Please—stop filming—please—”

You flipped her onto her back without pulling out. Her legs ended up over your shoulders. You folded her nearly in half and drove back in even deeper. From this angle the camera caught everything—her fucked-out face, the tears still spilling, her tits covered in hickeys bouncing with every thrust, the way her pussy stretched around your shaft. You leaned down and forced another kiss on her, swallowing her cries, biting her lip until you tasted blood.

You kept the phone recording the whole time. One hand held it. The other pinched and twisted her nipples, then slid down to rub her clit in rough, relentless circles. Her protests turned into broken moans mixed with sobs. Her hips started twitching despite herself. You felt her walls flutter harder.

“Don’t you dare come,” you snarled against her mouth. “Not until I say.”

She came anyway.

Her whole body seized. A high, shattered cry tore out of her throat as her pussy spasmed hard around your cock, soaking your balls. You didn’t stop. You fucked her straight through it, forcing her oversensitive walls to take the pounding while she sobbed and begged you to stop, that it was too much, that she couldn’t.

You pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up until she was face-down, ass-up. The phone stayed in your hand, recording the way her used pussy gaped slightly before you slammed back in. You set a brutal pace, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise while the camera captured every thrust.

“Beg for it,” you ordered. “Beg your manager to fill this tight idol cunt.”

Karina’s voice was barely recognizable. “Please—please don’t come inside—please, I’ll be good—I’ll do anything—”

You laughed and fucked her harder, angling the phone so it could see the way her pussy swallowed you.

“Wrong answer.”

You reached under her and pinched her clit again. She shrieked and came a second time, weaker but still shaking, overstimulated and crying. Her pussy milked your cock in helpless pulses. You felt your own orgasm building hard.

You leaned over her back, mouth against her ear, phone still recording the side of her tear-streaked face.

“I’m going to fill you up. Every drop. And you’re going to keep this video as a reminder of what happens when you forget who’s in charge.”

Karina sobbed harder, shaking her head even as her body took every thrust.

You slammed in as deep as you could go and came.

Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy. You kept grinding against her while you emptied yourself, forcing it as deep as possible, the camera catching the way your cock pulsed inside her. She whimpered with every pulse, trembling under you. When you finally stopped you stayed buried inside her for a long moment, feeling your own cum start to leak out around your shaft.

You pulled out slowly, still filming. Thick white cum dripped from her used pussy down her thighs. You spread her open with two fingers so the camera could get a clear shot of the mess, then pushed some of it back inside with your thumb.

You stopped the recording, locked the phone, and set it aside. Karina stayed where she was, face wet, body shaking, shirt bunched under her arms, chest and neck covered in dark hickeys, thighs shiny with cum and her own slick.

You sat on the couch and looked at her ruined form.

“Come here.”

She didn’t move at first. You grabbed her hair again and dragged her between your legs. Your cock was still half-hard and shiny with her and your combined mess.

“Clean it.”

Karina’s eyes were glassy with tears as she leaned in and licked. Soft, hesitant strokes at first. You forced her mouth down until she was sucking the head clean, tasting both of you. When you were satisfied you let her pull off.

She sat back on her heels, looking small and broken, fresh cum still slowly sliding down the inside of her thighs, marks blooming dark across her neck and tits.

You reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek with your thumb.

“Next time you’re late, we do this again. And I’ll send the video to the company chat. Understood?”

She didn’t answer. She just stared at the floor, breathing hard.

You pulled her up onto the couch beside you and wrapped an arm around her shoulders like nothing had changed. She didn’t fight it. She just sat there, quiet and shaking, while you stroked her hair and pretended the last hour hadn’t happened the way it did.

Outside, the city kept moving. Inside her apartment, the only sound left was her soft, uneven breathing and the wet evidence of what you’d taken from her still cooling on her skin.

You kissed the top of her head.

“Get some rest, Karina. You have schedule tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

She didn’t say no.

Danielle Marsh, buck naked, looked out from her fifth floor room in Rexwall, the island capital nestled into a narrow valley. Her hands found the rail of the balcony, leaning against it, feeling the thrill that anyone could see her bare form. She had the thought that this place looked more like a prison than a town.

The looming, sharp ridge that surrounded it kept it safe from the sides and back, and the fence from the front. It was safe, but it wasn't the gleaming, polished jewel that Danielle had read about in the job posting.

It was time to dress, and then spend the next eight to twelve hours being verbally abused by upright scientists.

"It's been calibrated, sir," Danielle said to the scientist in the lab. He inspected the device thoroughly, then began to test it. He gave a short nod, then walked away with it.

Clipboard in hand, Danielle wandered to the next task, making sure that microscopes were ready and turned on. "How are you getting on, Marsh?" Asked the assistant lab director, Walter Wright.

"I think I'm getting on good, sir," Danielle smiled at first, and then remembered that smiling was a bad thing at Orange Coral. Walter took her clipboard, looking at it.

"You're behind schedule. The quantum team will be here in two hours, get the capacitors checked and then come find me." He handed it back to her and Danielle nodded, her lips tight as she clutched the clipboard close.

"Capacitors, capacitors," Danielle mumbled, wandering to the quantum section. "Uhhh." She scratched her head, there were so many parts and devices in this section, and she'd forgotten what a capacitor looked like.

Head scratching, scrunching her lips side-to-side, she looked hard, trying to remember the rushed crash course she'd been given days before. "Everything alright?" Danielle whirled around, seeing a lab worker staring at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Groovy!" She said, giving a thumbs up and a smile. "Riiight." He tapped his clipboard and walked away.

"Perfect," she said, finding the map of parts for the timewell. It showed the location of everything, including the capacitors. They were big, round, white, and she realized that she had no idea how to test them. She blinked rapidly, clutching her clipboard close.

"Sir, I haven't been shown how to test the cap-" "Bloody fuckin' hell, how did you get hired as a technician?" He asked.

He stormed away, leaving Danielle clutching her clipboard to her chest. Lunch came a couple of grueling hours later, and Danielle held a tray with beef stew, sourdough bread, green beans, and sliced peaches on it. Her eyes scanned the cafeteria, looking for a place to sit.

Every table was packed, and Danielle would have to take a seat at one where a team of OSF rangers were sitting. "Excuse me," she said in a meek voice, trying to get anyone's permission to sit. They ignored her and she cleared her throat, then repeated the line.

One of the rangers, a captain, looked up at her. "What is it, doctor?" He asked. Danielle nearly dropped her tray, this guy had assumed she was one of the PhD holding scientists.

"Everywhere seems full, may I sit here?" She asked. He smiled, then nodded and looked at the men to his right, telling them to behave. Danielle sat down, picking her spork up to prod at a potato.

"Nothing to drink?" The captain asked. Danielle paused, palm against her forehead with a soft clap.

"I forgot to grab something at the start of the line," Danielle groaned, hanging her head. The captain looked at her, an oddly comforting, almost fatherly smile on his face as he pushed an unopened can of cola across the table.

"I can't, it's yours. I know you rangers don't get to come here often." Danielle tried to push it back, but the captain placed his hand on hers and pushed it across the table to her. Danielle looked up, their eyes locking. Her heart began to throb and pound, chest thumping like an engine.

"I don't like cola, anyway," the captain said. Danielle bit into her bottom lip, her cheeks burning a shade of red that contrasted brightly against the white of her lab coat.

She opened the cold, dripping can, took a single sip, then began to eat. The big digital clock on the wall said she had about forty minutes left, quite a long time to sit in this cafeteria. Occasionally she would look up at the captain, eavesdropping on the rangers telling recollections of their missions.

"They're so badass," Danielle thought to herself. She took a bite, her eyes locked on the side of his head, seeing the long claw-like scars running across the back half of it and down his neck. "Where did you get those scars from?" Danielle asked.

"A very angry Marshosaurus in a swamp," he said. "Marshosaurus?" Danielle asked, having never heard of it. "Yep, one of the worst theropods to run into." "Heh, Marsh is my last name," Danielle said, finishing her food. "Maybe you're related to the guy they're named after."

The captain reached into his front left pocket, pulling out a foil wrapped object. "Want a cookie?" He asked, placing it on the table next to her tray. Danielle looked at it, the label read oatmeal raisin with butterscotch chips in it. The captain and his rangers stood up, preparing to leave.

Danielle grabbed his wrist as he walked by, holding him back. "What is it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the young girl staring up at him through a pair of round glasses.

"Can't you stay? I still have a half hour and nobody to talk to," Danielle said. He looked at the rangers on their way out, then back at her.

"I uh, I can't. Sorry, doc, rangers gotta dine and dash around here, you know how it is if brutes like us hang around too long." He pulled his hand away and Danielle got up to follow him, not really knowing why.

"Well, can I walk with you then?" She asked, clutching the cookie in her hand.

He looked down at her, feeling her arm around his as they walked side-by-side. He let out a sigh, stopping just before the exit. "Listen, kid, you're about half my age, that's not a good look for me." He put his hands on her shoulders, making distance between the two of them.

Danielle unwrapped the cookie, taking a small bite out of it, a teasing smile across her face. "I like older men," she said, giggling quietly as she extended the cookie up to him, offering him to take a bite.

The captain's eyes locked with hers again, then he took a bite of the soft cookie. Danielle placed the cookie in her mouth, biting down on it to hold it in place. "Here you go, sir," she said, scribbling her name and the address of her apartment down on a pocket sized notebook.

"Come see me later, I'll have a cookie ready for you." Danielle smiled even as the captain gave her a deadpan sort of stare. He finally broke and sighed, placing the paper in his pocket.

"I'll think about it," he said, pushing the exit door open and leaving her behind him. Danielle took another bite, turning to see a few of her coworkers were looking at her from across the cafeteria, one of them shaking her head.

Danielle opened her apartment door and gently kicked it closed behind her. Her clothes fell off as she walked, stripping down to nothing within seconds. It was her first time living on her own, and she felt that clothes were oppressive.

She skipped softly around the quaint little apartment, a whimsical rainbow watering can in hand as she tended to all her houseplants. The hydrangeas, the bush-type cucumber plant, the pepper plant, and the dinosaur kale in a large pot.

She swept, cleaned, then ran a finger over the books on her bookshelf, picking one at random with her eyes closed. She clutched it tight to her bare chest, cracking it open on the sofa under a dim amber lamp.

An hour went by, then two, and just as the sun began to set in a vibrant performance of red and orange rays, there was a knock on her door. It took a moment for the sound to register, she never had guests.

Bookmark in place, Danielle got up and looked through the peephole, seeing the captain on the other side. She bit her bottom lip, opening the door just as he turned to leave. He was a few steps away when she peeked her head out. "Noooo, come back!" She teased, smiling at him.

All he could see was her head, but as he turned back she stepped into the doorway, showing her slender, pale, naked body. Her brown hair flowed down her shoulders to pink nipples just above tight abs with defined vertical lines in them.

"I'm Danielle, you can call me Dani," she said, beaming at him.

"I'll call you Dani," he said, looking her over, then resting his hands on her tight hips. "But only if you call me Daddy," he said, looking into her eyes, hand brushing her hair back. Danielle melted instantly, nuzzling against his rough, calloused hand.

She pulled him into her apartment and shut the door, leading him by the hand. Danielle bit her lip again, looking him over, hands roaming under his shirt to feel hard abs and the raised scars he'd incurred in his role.

He pulled the shirt off and Danielle went to work on the heavy battle belt around his waist, unable to figure out exactly how it unbuckled. She pouted, looking cute. "You know how to use all those million dollar machines but not a belt, huh?" He joked, flipping a small locking lever across the front of the buckle that kept it secure. It was a necessary feature in case a wounded ranger had to be dragged by winch to a recovery vehicle.

Danielle felt his hand in the small of her back, traveling down to her tight ass to pull her close with a strong squeeze. He brushed her hair back and leaned down to kiss her, feeling her positively melt in his hands.

"How old are you, princess?" He asked her, giving her ass a firm slap while cupping her chin with his other hand. Danielle's eyes were half-closed, gleaming brightly with the dazzling colors of the sunset.

"I'm twenty-one, Daddy," she moaned, a lip bite and a giddy smile following after. It felt so right to say it, to call him Daddy, it filled her with tingling exhilarating to have a man putting his hands all over her, especially such a rough and dangerous looking man like him.

"You really are half my age," he said. Danielle moaned, feeling his fingers curving around the inside her thigh from behind, sliding between the lips of her pussy.

"How old, Daddy?" Danielle asked lustfully. "Thirty-eight," he replied, slapping her tight ass.

Danielle's hands were around his waist, pulling tight. She could feel all the equipment attached to his belt, including a large tracker knife mounted scout-style. She breathed heavily, hands around the top of his camouflage trousers, she sank to her knees, kissing the front of them.

He pulled his belt off and let it fall to the floor, then began to unbutton the fly of his trousers. Danielle leaned forward, pressing her nose in, huffing the scent of his pungent musk. "Hands off," he said down to her, pulling the fly aside and reaching in.

Danielle's eyes slowly widened, then shot open in shock. He yanked out a big, half-erect cock that he slapped in his left hand like a baton. Danielle was at a loss for words, only able to stare incredulously at the thick length of cock before her.

"Daddy..." She whispered, adjusting so she sat on her knees and raised herself to eye level with his big dick. He reached forward, wrapping his vascular left hand around the back of her head.

"Suck me, little one," he said down to her. Danielle bit her lip and reached up, wrapping a hand around the shaft to stroke it. She gasped and giggled, unable to take her eyes off it. Both hands stroked him, then her plump lips wrapped around the head, making her eyes roll back at the first taste of his cock.

He groaned, his hands running through her hair, clutching the sides of her head. Danielle felt his grip holding her in place, then she felt the thick dick beginning to thrust slowly in her mouth. Danielle went crosseyed, staring inward at the ivory tower stretching her pink lips.

She erupted in a fit of coughing, hacking up spit around his shaft while he held her down and forced it into her throat. "Yeah, give me that throat, little slut," he groaned. Danielle let out a muffled moan at the tone change in his voice, it was growing deep and primal.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl. I can't wait to feel how tight that little pussy is on my cock," he growled, wrapping her hair up in his hand and pulling her off him. She gasped loudly, a wet pop echoing through the apartment when the head flopped from her lips.

Danielle wiped the spit from her chin and gripped his shaft, stroking him hard and plunging her mouth back onto it. She bobbed back and forth, coating him in thick layers of spit that built up across it, glistening in the red and orange light pouring in through the window.

He let her work, staring down at her lust filled eyes, hand keeping her hair out of her face and away from her mouth. "That's it, keep going, get that dick nice and hard."

Danielle sucked him as deep as she could, struggling to fit more than half. He reached under her jaw, clamping the other hand around her head, pushing his fat dick into her throat until it bulged and cut off her ability to breathe. "Stay still," he said, caressing the bulge in her throat.

"Good girl." Those two words made Danielle's heart skip multiple beats, a sudden flash of heat ran across her body and down to her soaking cunt. She reached down, fingers flanking her clit, massaging herself as his long cock flopped out a second time.

She gasped loudly, feeling him grab the back of her neck. "Come," he said. Danielle crawled on all fours beside him, moaning with every step they took as he led her to the balcony. Danielle peered through the steel bars of the rail, watching a couple of trucks go by the building.

"Up, princess," he said, helping her to her feet. He spun her around, bending her over the balcony slightly. She felt his hands on her hips, a firm slap connected and she felt the sting of a red handprint left behind by it.

"It's too big, Daddy!" She gasped, feeling the thick head of his cock against her nearly-virgin pussy lips. She felt his hands running up her sides, cock barely inside her, spreading her just enough to accommodate the head.

While he was lining up, Danielle looked into the distance, seeing the rising heads of sauropods and the late evening calls of various dinosaurs that regularly passed by the fence. It was perfect, Danielle thought, watching that majestic forest of long necks bending to gather foliage in their mouths against the sunset.

"Shhh, I'll be gentle, babygirl," he said. Danielle felt a strange comfort in the touch of his hands that came to rest along her ribs. "Here it comes, okay?" He said, kissing her shoulder as he pressed his hips forward, driving his cock into her slowly.

Danielle let out a building scream that started out silent and became shrill almost immediately. He placed a hand over her mouth to silence her, his hips pulling back before pumping forward again. He pulled her into him, her back pressed flat to his abs and strong chest.

"You're so fucking tight, Dani," he groaned to her, letting his big dick rest inside while she clenched and contracted impulsively. "Fuuuck, I might not last long inside you," he said. His hips began to pump, hand still covering her mouth to keep her quiet.

Below them were people walking on the sidewalk, and cars passing by. Danielle could hear them but her eyes were averted to the reddened sky, head tilted back with a strong captain's hand covering her mouth. Danielle stood on her toes, and he bent his knees trying to stay level as he fucked her.

She clutched his wrist, begging him to let go of her mouth. With a gasp Danielle begged him, "harder, Daddy!" She was shaking in his arms, one of his hands across her fit tummy, the other now resting around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her feel pressure in her cheeks.

He picked her up until her feet were off the ground, carrying his new conquest inside, carry-fucking her the entire time. He threw her down on her bed, removing his boots and trousers. Danielle rubbed her pussy while looking over his extensively scarred body full of claw marks, stab wounds, and places where he'd had stitches.

That big dangling dick, though. Danielle laid back, feeling his hands spreading her soft thighs, the throbbing, leaking head of his cock stuffing itself back into her tight slit. She loved it, the extreme stretching, the brushing of a big bareback cock brushing against her tight walls.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" She shouted, throwing her head back, arching her body upward. He groaned and began to pump, feeding her hungry pussy his cock until it was bottoming out deep inside her body. Danielle's eye twitched with every thrust, the pain shooting up her spine, giggling wildly and moaning "yes Daddy!" over and over.

Danielle screamed freely, a slutty, almost maniacal laughter escaping her as he slammed his cock into her surrendered pussy without mercy. Her pussy creamed along his shaft, creating a filthy sheen of sex that kept him lubricated and helped him pound her faster and harder.

"Fuck, Dani, fuck! I'm so close!" He groaned. Danielle was miles away, screaming silently as her body went rigid, squirting all over him without warning. It went everywhere, coating his abs, her thighs, creating a nasty wet squelching sound as he continued pounding her tight pussy.

He grunted and growled, laying across her with her face buried in his shoulder. He was so big in comparison, his body dwarfing hers, engulfing the small girl beneath him as he buried his cock and felt his orgasm swelling to the tip, preparing to burst.

Danielle dug her fingers into his shoulders, clutching him tight with her legs around his waist. "Breed me, Daddy," she whispered in his ear, sending him fully over the edge. He let the first rope of virile seed spurt into her, then a second, a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth.

He gave her a final few pumps to work all of it out, mustering up a final seventh string of seed that spilled out into her unprotected, fertile cunt. Danielle lay beneath him, misty-eyed and panting, hands running across his sweaty body.

"Thank you, Daddy," Danielle moaned, kissing his neck, chest, shoulders, anything she could reach with her soft lips. He ran a hand over her forehead, pushing her hair back and looking into her eyes. He gave her a soft, deep kiss.

The studio lights were already hot when Ahn Yujin stepped onto the green-screen set in a pale blue sundress that stopped mid-thigh. The commercial was simple: a cheerful idol promoting oversized chew toys and climbing frames for giant breeds. Someone on the marketing team had dug up her old nickname from trainee days—Ahn Daengdaeng, Ahn Puppy—and decided it was perfect branding. Yujin had laughed when she signed the contract. She was twenty-three now, long past the cute-puppy phase, but the pay was good and the shoot was supposed to be light.

Two dogs waited in the middle of the set. The Great Dane stood tall and lean, pure black, short smooth coat gleaming under the lights, ears cropped sharp, eyes calm and assessing. Beside him sat the St. Bernard, massive and broad, white with deep red-brown patches, dense short coat, heavy head, tongue already lolling. Both were fully grown males, carefully chosen for size and temperament. Handlers stood off to the side with treats and soft voices. The cameras rolled. The director called action.

Yujin crouched, smiling the bright idol smile she had practiced for years, and held out a thick knotted rope toy. “Who’s a good boy? Come on, show me how strong you are.”

The Dane stepped forward first. His nose brushed her wrist, then the soft inside of her forearm. The Bernard lumbered closer, warm breath washing over her collarbone. She laughed, the sound light and professional, and scratched behind both sets of ears. The Dane’s short coat felt like velvet under her nails. The Bernard’s was denser, warmer. She hugged the Dane’s neck the way the script suggested, pressing her cheek against his smooth black shoulder. The Bernard shoved his heavy head under her other arm, demanding equal attention. She gave it, fingers digging into the thick fur at his ruff, cooing praise while the cameras tracked every angle.

It should have stayed playful. It did not.

Yujin’s body had always run hot when she was around large, confident animals. Something about the size, the weight, the unashamed physicality made her pulse jump. Today the jump was sharper. The Dane’s cold nose found the side of her neck and stayed there a second too long. The Bernard’s tongue dragged once across her bare knee when she shifted her weight. She felt the first low throb between her legs and told herself it was nothing—just the heat of the lights, the residual adrenaline of performing.

She kept going. She sat on the padded floor and let both dogs crowd her, offering the big rubber rings and the long tug toys. The Dane took a ring gently in his mouth, then dropped it so he could press his entire long body against her side. The Bernard climbed half into her lap, one massive paw settling on her thigh. She felt the solid heat of him through the thin fabric of the dress. Her smile never slipped for the cameras, but her breathing changed. She was already wet. She could feel it.

The handlers stayed silent. The director said nothing. The crew watched through the monitors, faces carefully blank.

Yujin leaned in and kissed the top of the Dane’s smooth head. Then the Bernard’s broader one. She scratched their chests, their sides, the sensitive spots behind their ears. Both dogs grew more insistent. The Dane’s nose pushed under the hem of her dress, sniffing hard along her inner thigh. The Bernard licked her throat in slow, deliberate strokes. She should have pushed them back. Instead she opened her knees a little wider and let the Dane’s muzzle press higher.

“Good boys,” she murmured, voice still bright enough for the microphones. “Such strong, handsome boys.”

The Dane’s tongue found the damp cotton of her panties. One long, hot drag. Yujin’s hips jerked. A soft sound escaped before she could stop it. The Bernard shifted closer, heavy body pressing her back until she was half-reclined on the floor. His thick cock was already sliding free of its sheath, long and dark red, the tapered tip wet. The Dane’s was out too—sleek, blackish-red, already six inches and still lengthening. Both dogs smelled her heat. Both of them wanted.

Yujin reached for them. Her fingers closed around the Dane’s shaft first. Hot. Slick. Thick enough that her hand could not fully close. She stroked once, then again, watching the pointed head push farther out. The Bernard shoved his own cock against her other hand, demanding the same. She took both, working them in slow, firm pulls while the dogs panted above her. The cameras kept rolling. No one called cut.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath, too low for the mics. “Look at these. Both of you hard for me already.”

She guided the Dane’s cock to her mouth. The tapered tip slid across her tongue, tasting clean and musky. She opened wider and took him deeper, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The Dane’s hips gave a short, instinctive thrust. She moaned around him. The Bernard’s heavy tongue dragged up the inside of her thigh, then higher, shoving the crotch of her panties aside so he could lick straight over her swollen clit. Yujin’s back arched. Clear fluid already slicked her folds. The Bernard lapped it up greedily, broad tongue spreading her open with every stroke.

She pulled off the Dane with a wet sound and turned to the Bernard, sucking him down while the Dane nosed between her legs. Two long tongues and two thick cocks. She was lost in it. The sundress was shoved up around her waist. Her panties were yanked down one leg and abandoned. She spread herself wider, one hand holding each cock, alternating between sucking them and guiding them to rub against her dripping pussy.

The Dane mounted first. He stepped over her, front paws planting on either side of her ribs, long black body covering hers. The pointed tip of his cock found her entrance and pushed. Yujin gasped as the thick shaft stretched her open in one smooth, relentless glide. Six inches and more, filling her until she felt it in her stomach. The Dane began to thrust—short, powerful snaps of his hips that drove him deep every time. She wrapped her legs around his lean body and met every stroke.

“Yes—fuck, yes. Breed me. Use your idol bitch. The cameras are watching. Everyone can see how wet I am for dog cock.”

The Bernard waited only a moment before pushing in from the side. He licked her face, her open mouth, sharing the taste of her own arousal. She sucked on his tongue while the Dane fucked her harder. Then she reached for the Bernard’s cock again, stroking it fast, smearing her spit and his pre-cum down the length. When the Dane’s knot began to swell and catch against her entrance, she moaned loud enough for the whole set to hear.

“Knot me. Lock it in. Fill your bitch up.”

The knot forced inside with a sudden, stretching pop. Yujin came hard, walls clamping and fluttering around the locked cock, clear fluid squirting out around the base and soaking the padded floor. The Dane’s hips ground in deep pulses as the first heavy load of cum flooded her. Hot. Thick. Endless. She felt every spurt forced deeper by the knot, her belly warming with it. The Bernard licked the tears of pleasure from her cheeks while she shook through the orgasm.

They stayed tied for long minutes. Yujin stroked the Dane’s smooth black flank and kept whispering filthy praise. “Good boy. Such a good giant boy. You’re breeding an idol on camera. Everyone’s going to know what a slut I am for big dog cock.”

When the knot finally softened enough to slip free, a thick gush of cum followed, running down her ass and pooling on the floor. The Bernard was on her immediately. He mounted her face-to-face this time, heavy body pressing her into the padding, front paws bracketing her shoulders. She guided the thick red cock to her already overflowing entrance and the Bernard sank in with one long, powerful thrust. Deeper. Heavier. Every stroke dragged against the sensitive front wall until she was crying out again.

She came a second time within minutes, squirting around his shaft while the Dane licked the mess from her thighs and stomach. The Bernard’s knot swelled fast. She pushed back to meet it, forcing the thick bulb inside herself with a broken moan. Another heavy flood of cum locked deep. She held the Bernard’s massive head against her chest, fingers buried in the dense short coat, whispering, “That’s it. Breed your Ahn Bitch. Fill me until I can’t walk. The whole crew is watching you turn me into a dog’s whore.”

When that knot slipped free she was already reaching for both of them again. She rolled onto her hands and knees, ass high, dress still bunched around her waist, tits bare and swinging. The Dane mounted her from behind and drove back into her cum-slick pussy with hard, instinctive thrusts. The Bernard circled to her front. She opened her mouth and took him deep, gagging softly as the thick shaft pushed past her tongue. She sucked hard while the Dane fucked her, the wet sounds of both ends loud under the studio lights.

The Dane knotted her a second time. She came around him again, body shaking, more fluid squirting down her thighs. The Bernard pulled free of her mouth and moved behind her the moment the Dane’s knot eased. He mounted her still-trembling body and forced his cock into her stretched, overflowing cunt, chasing his own second release. Yujin braced on her forearms and pushed back to take every inch, dirty talk spilling out of her without filter.

“Look at me. Ahn Yujin on all fours getting used by two giant dogs while the cameras roll. I’m their bitch in heat. Their personal cum dump. Knot me again. Breed this tight little idol pussy until it’s ruined.”

The Bernard locked inside her with a deep, grinding pulse. Another heavy load. She came so hard her arms gave out and she collapsed onto her side, the dog still tied deep, panting against the back of her neck. The Dane licked her face clean, then nosed lower to lap at the cum leaking around the locked knot. She reached back and stroked both of them, voice wrecked and soft.

“Good boys. Perfect boys. You filled your Ahn Bitch so full. Everyone saw. Everyone knows what I am now.”

They were not finished. When the Bernard’s knot finally slipped free she rolled onto her back, pulled her knees to her chest, and spread herself open with both hands. Both dogs took turns mounting her again—Dane, then Bernard, then Dane once more—driving into her over and over, knotting her, pumping her so full that her lower belly looked softly rounded and cum leaked from her in a constant slow trickle even while they were still locked. She came twice more, each orgasm sharper than the last, clear fluid spraying across her stomach and the floor. She took both cocks in her mouth between rounds, sucking them clean, tasting herself mixed with their release, moaning around the thick shafts while the crew stood frozen behind the cameras.

Only when the last knot softened and the final thick gush of cum spilled out of her did the haze begin to lift. Yujin lay on the padded floor, dress ruined, body marked with scratches and spit and drying cum, both dogs settling heavily against her sides. Their warm tongues occasionally licked the sweat from her skin. She stared up at the studio lights, chest rising and falling hard, and the reality of what had just happened crashed over her like cold water.

She had just been fucked and knotted and bred on camera by two giant dogs in front of an entire film crew. Multiple times. She had begged for it. She had come harder than she ever had in her life.

Her face burned. Her body still throbbed, empty and aching and leaking. The Dane rested his long black head on her bare stomach. The Bernard’s heavy paw lay across her thigh. Neither dog looked sorry. Neither dog moved away.

Yujin reached up with a shaking hand and stroked both of them once more, voice barely a whisper.

“Good boys,” she said, the words tasting like both shame and something darker. “Such good fucking boys.”

from @sinbaddict

The cameras were still rolling.

The rain had started an hour after the bus left her at the wrong stop. Yuna stood under the sagging awning of an abandoned gas station, white off-shoulder top already damp at the edges, jeans sticking to her thighs. The road behind her was empty. No cars. No signal on her phone. Just thick trees and the low growl of distant thunder.

She had only meant to stretch her legs during the scheduled break. One wrong turn, one missed departure, and now she was stuck somewhere between nowhere and the next town. The sky kept darkening. She pulled the thin fabric of her top higher over her bare shoulders and started walking the only dirt path that looked like it might lead to shelter.

The cabin appeared after twenty minutes of wet leaves and mud. Small, wooden, half-hidden by overgrown bushes. The door was unlocked. Inside smelled of dust and old pine. No electricity, but a stone fireplace still held dry wood. She lit it with the matches left on the mantel and stripped out of her soaked jeans, hanging them near the heat. Her top clung to her skin, the ruffled neckline slipping lower with every movement. She sat on the worn couch in just the white top and simple black panties, knees drawn up, waiting for the storm to pass.

It was the sound that woke her later—slow, heavy breathing just outside the cracked window. Not human. Too deep, too steady. Yuna froze. A large black shape moved past the glass. Yellow eyes caught the firelight for a second before vanishing.

She should have stayed inside. Instead she opened the door a few inches, heart hammering. The wolf stood ten feet away in the rain, fur dark and thick, water dripping from its muzzle. Bigger than any dog she had ever seen. Muscles shifted under the wet black coat as it watched her. No growling. Just that intense golden stare.

“Easy,” she whispered, voice barely audible over the rain. “I’m not… I’m not food.”

The wolf took one step closer. Then another. Yuna’s bare feet stayed planted on the wooden threshold. Something about the way it looked at her—curious, hungry, almost knowing—made her pulse jump in a direction that had nothing to do with fear. She had always been the type to get wet from the wrong things. Late-night videos she deleted after watching. Fantasies she never admitted out loud. The idea of something powerful and animal and completely outside the rules.

The wolf stopped at the bottom of the two steps. Its nose lifted, scenting the air. Scenting her. Yuna felt her panties grow damp between her thighs. She should slam the door. Instead she stepped out into the light rain, top already translucent against her skin, nipples tight from the cold.

“You want something?” she asked softly. “Come on then. Show me.”

The beast moved up the steps. Warm breath huffed against her bare stomach. Its tongue—rough, long—dragged once across the exposed skin just above her panties. Yuna’s knees nearly buckled. She reached down with shaking fingers and hooked the waistband of the black lace, pushing it down her hips until it dropped to the wet boards. The wolf’s eyes never left hers as it pressed its muzzle between her legs.

The first lick was broad and firm, right through her folds. Yuna gasped, one hand flying to the doorframe. The second lick was slower, the rough texture catching on her clit and making her hips jerk forward. She spread her thighs wider without thinking, holding the top up with one hand so she could watch the black muzzle work between her legs.

“Fuck… yes… just like that,” she breathed. “Eat me. Good boy. Such a good fucking boy.”

The wolf pushed harder, tongue sliding deep into her pussy, curling and thrusting while its nose rubbed her clit. Wet sounds mixed with the rain. Yuna’s free hand buried itself in the thick fur at the back of its neck, gripping hard as she ground against its face. The beast didn’t pull away. It licked deeper, faster, the pressure relentless. Her thighs started to shake.

“Don’t stop—fuck, don’t you dare stop—”

She came hard, crying out into the open air, clear fluid spilling over the wolf’s tongue. The animal lapped it up greedily, not missing a drop, continuing to lick her through the aftershocks until she was trembling and oversensitive. Only then did it step back, muzzle shiny, eyes locked on hers.

Yuna’s legs were unsteady when she turned and walked back inside. She left the door open. The wolf followed, claws clicking on the wood. She dropped to her knees on the rug in front of the fire, top still on, pussy bare and dripping. The beast circled her once, then moved behind her. She felt the heat of its body, the heavy weight of its chest pressing against her back as it mounted.

Its cock was already out—dark, tapered, thick at the base, the knot already starting to swell. Yuna reached between her legs and guided the pointed tip to her entrance. The wolf thrust forward in one smooth, powerful motion, burying half its length inside her on the first stroke. She moaned loud, forehead dropping to the rug.

“God, you’re big… stretch me open, baby. Fill your dirty little human.”

The wolf began to move, hips snapping in short, deep thrusts. Each one pushed more of that thick shaft into her until the knot was pressing against her entrance with every stroke. Yuna pushed back to meet it, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the small cabin. One of her hands stayed under her, rubbing her clit in frantic circles while the other braced against the floor.

“Harder. Fuck me harder, you beautiful beast. Ruin this pussy. It’s yours tonight.”

The wolf snarled low and obliged. The thrusts turned brutal, the knot forcing its way past her entrance with a sudden, stretching pressure that made her scream. Once it locked inside, the wolf’s hips kept moving in shallow, grinding pulses, the knot throbbing and expanding until she was completely sealed around it. Yuna’s eyes rolled back. The fullness was overwhelming—hot, heavy, pulsing.

“That’s it… knot me. Breed me. Pump that fat cock full of cum and dump it all inside.”

She came again with the knot locked deep, walls clamping and fluttering around the thick intrusion. The wolf’s thrusts grew more frantic. A low, continuous growl vibrated against her spine. Then it pushed as deep as possible and held, body tensing. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy in heavy pulses. She could feel every spurt, the volume more than any human had ever given her, the knot keeping every drop trapped inside.

They stayed locked for long minutes. Yuna’s arms finally gave out and she collapsed onto her side, the wolf still tied to her, breathing hard against her neck. She reached back and stroked the wet black fur along its flank.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “Such a good fucking boy. You filled me so full.”

When the knot finally softened enough to slip free, a thick gush of cum followed, spilling down her thighs onto the rug. The wolf licked at the mess for a moment, then moved around to her face. Yuna opened her mouth without being asked. The beast’s tongue dragged over her lips, then pushed inside, sharing the taste of her own arousal mixed with its cum. She sucked on it greedily, moaning around the thick muscle.

She wasn’t finished. Neither was the wolf.

Yuna rolled onto her back, knees pulled high and wide, the white top shoved up under her breasts so her soft stomach and full tits were bare. The wolf mounted her again face-to-face this time, front paws bracketing her shoulders. She guided the still-hard cock back to her used, dripping entrance and the beast sank in with one long thrust. The angle was deeper. Every stroke dragged against the sensitive front wall of her pussy.

“Look at you,” she panted, staring up into those golden eyes. “Fucking your human slut on the floor like you own her. You do. Tonight you own every hole.”

She reached up and scratched behind its ears while it pounded into her. The wet sounds of her cum-filled pussy being fucked open again filled the cabin. Her second orgasm of this position hit fast—sharp, almost painful in its intensity. The wolf kept going, chasing its own release. When it came this time the knot locked again, another heavy load forced deep into her already overflowing cunt.

Yuna held the beast’s head against her chest while they waited for the tie to ease, whispering filthy praise against its fur.

“That’s my good boy. My strong, perfect wolf. You’re going to keep me full all night, aren’t you? Going to breed this tight little human pussy until I can’t walk tomorrow.”

The third time the wolf took her from behind again, this time with Yuna’s chest pressed to the couch cushions, ass high. It rutted into her with long, powerful strokes that made her tits bounce and her voice break into broken moans. She reached back and spread herself open with both hands, showing the animal exactly how wet and stretched she was.

“See that? See how your cum is already leaking out? Put more in. Don’t stop until I can’t take another drop.”

The wolf snarled and drove the knot home one last time. Yuna came with a sob, body shaking hard enough that her arms gave out. The final load was the thickest yet—hot, endless pulses that left her stomach slightly rounded and her thighs soaked.

When the knot finally slipped free for the last time, Yuna collapsed onto her side on the rug, completely spent. The wolf settled behind her, heavy body curled around hers, muzzle resting against the back of her neck. Its tongue occasionally licked the sweat from her skin. She reached back and rested a hand on its side, fingers stroking through the damp black fur.

Outside the rain had softened to a steady drizzle. Inside the fire burned low. Yuna’s white top was still hiked up under her arms. Her panties lay forgotten by the door. Cum continued to leak slowly from her used pussy onto the rug between her thighs.

She closed her eyes and smiled into the dim light.

“Stay,” she murmured. “Just until morning. Be my good boy a little longer.”

The wolf’s tail thumped once against the floor. Its warm breath stayed steady against her neck. Yuna drifted off with the heavy, solid weight of the animal pressed along her back and the deep, satisfying ache of being thoroughly claimed still pulsing between her legs.

By the time the first gray light of morning filtered through the trees, the rain had stopped. Yuna woke alone on the rug, body marked with faint scratches and dried cum. The cabin door stood open. Outside, a single set of large paw prints led into the wet forest and disappeared.

She stood slowly, legs unsteady, and pulled her jeans back on without bothering to clean up. The white top was wrinkled and stained. She didn’t care. As she stepped out onto the porch and started the long walk back toward the road, a soft, familiar sound drifted from the trees—low, almost like a farewell.

Yuna smiled to herself and kept walking, the pleasant throb between her thighs reminding her with every step exactly how the night had been spent.

Some stopovers, it turned out, were worth missing every bus in the world.

Right now it was her ass’s turn to be filled again, so the dancer’s cock was relentlessly forcing its way into her no-longer-so-tight hole. The guy grabbed her by the thighs so he could thrust into her harder and bury his cock all the way to the base in her ass. She moaned and gasped louder, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue like a bitch in heat.

Someone took the opportunity to shove his cock into her mouth, impaling her at both ends. At first, Rei choked, which made her clench her ass involuntarily. The guy who was fucking her back entrance moaned and came as he felt her sudden tightness.

Rei felt her ass being filled with cum for the umpteenth time that afternoon. She felt the heat spreading through her insides as more and more of that viscous fluid was poured inside her, mixing with the loads of many other dancers. Rei was exactly where she wanted to be.

The next thing she felt was the cock that had been fucking her ass so deliciously pulling out of her. The fingers exploring her pussy also withdrew, so that the cock and the hand seemed to belong to the same owner. Rei tried to see who it was, but one eye was still covered by the semen from the last load, and her entire field of vision in the other eye was limited to the abdomen of the person who was fucking her throat.

Strong hands gripped her on both sides of her head; Rei simply gave in, relaxing her throat muscles as much as she could. Just as she’d expected, the cock went as deep into her mouth as humanly possible, but this time she was prepared and didn’t choke, at least not as much. Or at least not enough to clench her ass involuntarily.

Relentless, just the way she liked it, the dancer fucked her mouth nonstop. Thrust after thrust, he rammed his cock down the idol’s throat as if it were a battering ram trying to break down a door; the guy only stopped when it became clear that Rei was gasping for air. It was just a few seconds’ respite so she could catch her breath, and then the thrusts resumed; it wasn’t long before another load of cum was deposited inside Rei.

The cock exploded, shooting cum straight down Rei’s throat; she wondered if that load would end up mixing with the one that had just filled her ass. Maybe that helped her swallow it all without too much trouble, just a slight cough when her throat was no longer being used as a sex toy.

Rei was released and fell face-first, one cheek resting on the floor and her ass still in the air. The eye that wasn’t covered in semen didn’t help her see any better, either, because sweat was drenching her face. Rei was completely at the mercy of whatever the dancers wanted to do to her, and that made her heart race in a sinister way.

She was about to protest because it seemed like everyone had forgotten about her. She could hear heavy breathing and people moving around her, but no one was using her holes or spilling their fluids on her. A shame, in her opinion.

Just as Rei had opened her mouth to speak and was halfway through forming a word, she felt soft hands part her buttocks and someone dive into her center to devour her. Her unfinished protest turned into a moan as a tongue began to explore her holes. With skillful movements, that tongue traced the contours of her pussy, drawing circles that came closer and closer to her entrance, until the tongue pulled away to explore her ass. The girl’s back entrance received the same treatment; the tongue explored it without hesitation, pressing and pushing its way inside.

Just when the girl thought all the attention would be focused on her back entrance, the person who was eating her ass slipped two fingers into her pussy. That’s when Rei realized she was dealing with a female dancer, her delicate hands left no room for doubt. Not to mention the way she knew exactly where to press with her fingers or her tongue.

Then another pair of hands grabbed and lifted Rei’s face. The girl instinctively opened her mouth to take a cock in, but instead her face slammed into a soaking wet pussy. Instantly, that person’s fluids mixed with the many others that were staining Rei’s face. She couldn’t help but smile as the vaginal fluids added to the delicious mix of flavors and scents soaking her beautiful face. She stuck out her tongue to give more pleasure to the dancer who was now using her face to masturbate.

Naoi Rei was being used as nothing more than a sex toy. Naoi Rei was happy; she was exactly where she wanted to be.

A/N: I just had to do this.