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The moment you shut the door and turned around, clothes were already on the floor. You looked at the women, the various body types on display, and it was more than arousing. “Well? Come here, we need to make sure you’re nice and ready.” Chaeyoung called. The smallest woman of the bunch had set herself up in the middle of the group, hoping it would give her a bigger chance.  The group of women looked at each other, then knelt side by side. Your cock twitched in your pants as you saw them all lined up. Nine beautiful women, each wanting a piece of you. You take off your clothes and approach the group. Momo and Chaeyoung lick their lips as they lay their eyes on your cock. The others shift in place as you come closer. With so many options, it was hard to choose where to go. 

You end up going right along with Chaeyoung’s plan and head to the middle. Considering you had more space this time, Momo, who was on Chaeyoung’s right, and Jihyo, who was on Chaeyoung’s left, made sure they were involved. They only left Chaeyoung, the head of your cock, letting her suck on it while they shared the rest. You moan loudly as you feel the warm lips run along your shaft, their small tongues peek from between their lips, dragging along your cock. Momo gives up her space, sensing that she could go elsewhere just as well. She moves lower, her legs spreading further apart as she gets low enough to take one of your balls into her mouth. She sucks on it gently, making your moans that little bit louder. With three women on your cock, the pleasure was immense. You hardly noticed what was going on on the outer edges of the line. 

On one side were Tzuyu and Nayeon, who were having their own fun as they waited for their turn. Tzuyu was nipping at Nayeon’s neck while she pushed her fingers into Nayeon’s wet slit. “You’re so tight, he must love this little cunt,” Tzuyu whispered as she curled her fingers in the older woman. 

“D-don’t say that,” Nayeon whimpered, her embarrassment getting the best of her even though she was in a room filled with naked women who knew each other’s bodies well. Nayeon could feel Tzuyu’s long fingers curling inside her, rubbing her wells in such a way that her muscles flexed and tightened around her. Tzuyu smiled; she had this woman in the palm of her hands. Nayeon was like putty, slowly lying back against the cool floor as the pleasure in her body rose. 

“You must think about it a lot. It looks like the others sure do.” Tzuyu responded, glancing at the larger group. 

“I-it feels good,” Nayeon whines. 

“I bet it does. You want that big hard cock like this, don’t you?” Tzuyu buried her fingers in Nayeon’s cunt, making the older woman cry out with pleasure. Nayeon’s moans were soon muffled as Tzuyu pressed her lips against Nayeon’s. Tzuyu rubbed her fingers against Nayeon’s walls as she bit the older woman’s bottom lip. Tzuyu pulled on it, a smile on her lips as she watched Nayeon slowly lose control. The older woman’s back was arching, her voice catching in her throat as an orgasm was about to wash over her. 

On the other end of the line were Sana and Mina. The pair was softly kissing as their hands wandered over the other’s body. Sana took the role of the dominant one, placing her hands on Mina’s waist as the pair rolled on the ground, ending when Sana was on top. Sana laid soft kisses along Mina’s neck, inching down her neck and stopping at her small mounds. Sana kissed the small valley between Mina’s breasts before dragging her tongue along the space. “Do you remember the last time we did this?” Sana asks.

Just as Mina was going to answer, a small yelp came out. Sana had bitten one of her hard nipples, tugging on it as her hand went to the other mound. The dominant woman rolled Mina’s nipple between her thumb and index finger, changing Mina’s yelp to a strong moan. “L-like that,” Mina moaned, one arm wrapping around Sana’s head. Mina shut her eyes, her nether regions tingling as Sana played with her tits. Mina could feel her friend smiling. Sana always enjoyed playing with her this way. She liked to force Mina to go through beautiful agony, always on the edge of cumming but never allowing her to until she decided. They were only getting started, slowly working their way up to that point. 

Sana placed her leg between Mina’s, letting her grind against it while she continued to suck and play with her nipples. Mina’s body shuddered, her hips moved on their own against Sana's soft and smooth leg. She was coating Sana’s thigh in her nectar as she whimpered. 

“Come on, tell me what you like.” 

“Mmm,” Mina was biting her lip, trying to keep her thoughts to herself, but with Sana biting down on her nipple, it became impossible. “I like it when you play with me. S-sana, please eat my pussy,” she said, her cheeks turning a bright red. 

Sana moves beside Mina’s ear and whispers in a sweet voice. “Is that what you want, baby? Is that what my little baby wants? You want mommy to eat out your pussy?”

“Y-yes, mommy,” Mina replies, her voice small out of sheer embarrassment. 

“Okay, baby.” Sana presses her lips against Mina’s stomach, leaving a trail of kisses as she moves down toward the needy woman’s cunt. Sana meets Mina’s gaze as she places her hand on the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart as she inches closer to the needy woman’s slit. Sana has a teasing smile on her face as she diverts and presses her soft lips against Mina’s thigh, moving inward toward Mina’s core and skipping over it entirely to kiss her other thigh. 

“Mommy,” Mina whispers, ashamed to be calling out for more. “Please,” she says, eyes pleading silently. Sana gives her a wink and pushes her tongue into Mina’s slit. Mina throws her head back, moaning loudly as Sana holds her in place. Mina grabs at her breasts as Sana pushes her tongue deeper inside her—the pink appendage snakes inside her, making the older woman arch her back. 

Back at the center, the rest of the women were on you. While Jihyo, Momo, and Chaeyoung still worked you over, Jeongyeon and Dahyun had stood up, each woman pressing their body against yours. Their hands wandered along your chest as you went from kissing one to kissing the other. Your hands found their way to each respective woman’s ass, giving the soft flesh light squeezes. Small moans escaped their lips.  Dahyun whines; she wants more from you. She wished she were one of the women below, worshipping your cock. A tiny part of her wondered what was coming over her, but that thought was pushed aside in favor of the part that desperately wanted more of your touch. Dahyun’s pale body rubbed against yours; you felt her nipple hardening against your arm. The small nub dragged along your skin, jumping as she slowly brought it back down. 

Every kiss you gave the young woman left her wanting more. When you came back for the next, she pushed her tongue into your mouth. Her boldness shocks you, and you unconsciously squeeze her pale ass a little harder. It draws a soft moan from her. Dahyun’s knees go weak, nearly making her fall from her tiptoes. The soft flesh in your palm feels wonderful, leaving you wanting more. You reach back and spank Dahyun, drawing a soft yelp from her.  A moan quickly follows, “again,” she whispers. You smack Dahyun’s other cheek, and blood rushes to the hit areas, making her skin glow a bright red. A handprint starts to form on her cheeks.

“Me too,” Jeongyeon whines on the other side. You break your kiss with Dahyun and turn to the older woman, your lips crashing against hers as your nails dig into her ass. “Fuck,” Jeongyeon enjoys the small bits of pain. She further presses her lips against yours. Her body felt like it was on fire; she needed more of your touch. She grabbed your hand and brought it to her front. Her lips were slick with her nectar; she moaned into your kiss. Those moans turned into whines as she felt your fingers tease her. They only moved along her slit; she wanted more. “Please,” she whimpered. You slip your fingers inside. Jeongyeon’s body shudders, her mouth drops, and a long, breathy moan escapes her lips as you spread your fingers apart inside her. You slip further inside Jeongyeon, rubbing her walls as you curl your fingers. She squeezes you tightly, arms wrapping around you. 

Dahyun mimics Jeongyeon’s movement, bringing your fingers to her needy slit and wrapping her arms around to support herself as your fingers dig into her. She swallows hard. For both women, your fingers were enough for the moment. It helped them, they moaned into your ear. “Deeper, please, deeper,” Dahyun groaned, grinding against your hand. 

Jeongyeon wasn’t much better. “It feels so good, fuck me,” she said, resting her head against your body. They knew their bodies were more sensitive for some reason. They had both been fingered by you before, so it shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did. They held onto you tightly as you rubbed your palm against their clits. It sent shockwaves through their system. They were getting close, just as you were. 

You were finally reaching your limits. Having three hungry women on your cock was more than enough to make you blow a large load. Chaeyoung was having a field day as she felt your thick, salty cum run spurt into her mouth. Momo and Jihyo made sure your climax kept going. Momo stayed by your balls, cupping them and giving them soft squeezes as Jihyo stroked the shaft. They both knew just how much you could have, and they intended to drain you. 

When the last of your cum finally came out, they got their prize. Chaeyoung, as greedy as she normally was, decided to be generous today and shared the last mouthful of cum with the bustier women. They kissed each other, swapping more than spit as Jihyo and Momo’s tongues claimed their piece. Jihyo stood up first and pushed her bust against your chest. “So, who are you going to want first?” It was a difficult choice. One that was made infinitely harder now that attention was brought back to you.  Sana, Mina, Tzuyu, and Nayeon stopped their play and were paying attention to your answer. 

“You know, Tzuyu still hasn’t gotten a turn with him. It would be kind of fun to watch that.” Chaeyoung interjected. Jihyo turned her head quickly, looking at Tzuyu, who currently had her fingers deep in Nayeon’s slit, as the older woman sat between her legs. 

“Alright, you’re up first,” Jihyo chirped. She walked over to the young woman, helped her up, and put her in front of you. Jihyo paused for a moment, considering which way Tzuyu should face. It was the first time you would be fucking her, so face-to-face would be best. At least, that was what she was thinking. You were too horny to think, though, and decided for her. You had Tzuyu turn around and bend over a coffee table. She was a little surprised by your demands but happily followed along. She felt your slick cock sliding between her folds. She moans softly, feeling just how large you were. She presses her thighs together, the meaty legs providing you with more pleasure.

“Ooh, she wants it.” Jihyo giggled, slapping the younger woman’s ass. The other women gathered around the two of you and watched carefully. Their eyes remained glued to Tzuyu’s face as you pushed the tip of your cock into her. The group’s faces light up as they see her jaw drop, and a low guttural moan comes out of Tzuyu as you push deeper. You grab her small waist tightly, pulling her closer to you. Once half of your cock is inside, you decide to drive the rest in. Tzuyu moans again as she feels the sudden movement, your cock impaling her. Her body becomes rigid for a moment as she’s overcome by pleasure. 

Because of the aphrodisiacs, you act more beastly; instead of giving her time to adjust, you begin ramming your length into her over and over again. Tzuyu’s knees go weak, knocking against each other as you ravage her. Her mind goes for the moment, her body tingling as pleasure makes her go crazy. The others watch her lose herself to pleasure and decide to touch themselves. 

Being the center of attention makes Tzuyu feel even more sensitive. She bites her lip, trying to hold herself together while your cock slides in and out of her with ease, even as you split her in half. You reach around, wrapping one hand around her neck as you pull her against you. Tzuyu rests against you, her moans filling the room as you continue to drive your cock deep into her cunt. Unable to resist the woman who had toyed with her up to this point, Nayeon crawls forward and gets between Tzuyu’s legs. The older woman sticks her tongue out and drags it along the point where your cock disappears into Tzuyu. The other women cheer the action, exchanging glances. It was much better to have someone touch you than to touch yourself. This was their line of thinking as they began to touch and kiss each other. 

Chaeyoung found herself trapped between the busty beauties she had given a blowjob with. They slowly pulled her legs apart before using their own to keep them spread. Momo nipped at her little minx’s neck while Jihyo pulled on the younger woman’s hard nipple. Chaeyoung shivered; it was impossible to escape the pair. “We’ll play with you until you get your turn…if you make it.” Momo dragged her tongue along Chaeyoung’s cheek before turning the younger woman’s head and kissing her. Jihyo inched closer and snaked her hand down Chaeyoung’s petite body, finding her clit quickly. Chaeyoung moaned loudly into the kiss with Momo. Her legs tensed as Jihyo continued to rub her clit. “You know, Jihyo, she gets pretty loud. She might need you to quiet her down. I can take care of her.” Jihyo and Momo locked eyes for a moment and nodded. They split apart, Jihyo climbing on and planting her wet slit on Chaeyoung’s face while Momo set herself up at Chaeyoung’s lower half.  

While they began, the coworkers looked at each other. They knew they were competition, yet at this moment, all they could focus on was putting out the fire burning below. Jeongyeon moved on Dahyun, the paler woman finding herself with her legs entangled with Jeongyeon’s. She let her coworker lead the way; it was new to her. Almost immediately, she let out a moan, though Jeongyeon moved slowly, letting Dahyun get used to the feeling. Dahyun had to admit it was a little odd, but it felt good. Their slick folds were rubbing against each other as Jeongyeon grinded against her pelvis in slow, deliberate circles. 

“J-jeongyeon, I--” Dahyun moaned, her voice breaking. It was a different kind of pleasure she was feeling, but she enjoyed it. She tried to find a rhythm with Jeongyeon, slowly moving her hips until the pleasure they felt was greater. Dahyun hesitantly reached down, her fingers lightly touching her clit. Jeongyeon followed suit, and slowly, Dahyun and Jeongyeon’s movements picked up, speeding up. Dahyun grimaced. She felt like she was going to cum. She let out short gasps as pressure built up inside her. 

That same kind of pressure was felt by Tzuyu as well. She was drawing blood from her lips as she tried to hold on, but it was futile. She came, her nectar spilling onto Nayeon’s face as you continued to thrust. Nayeon, for her part, continued to lap at Tzuyu’s cunt. She held Tzuyu’s legs, effectively trapping her as you made the young woman experience another orgasm with help from Nayeon. Tzuyu squirms between you as pleasure overwhelms her senses. “F-fuck,” She groans, feeling your cock begin to throb inside her as her walls grip it like a vice. She cries out as Nayeon laps at her clit, the skilled tongue of the older woman flicking it. Tzuyu’s walls tighten around your cock as she cums again, her nectar thoroughly coating Nayeon’s lips and dripping down her chin at this point. The Taiwanese woman feels your cock being buried deep inside her. A moment later, your warm cum starts to pour into her.  Warmth spreads across her body. Tzuyu feels light and heavy at the same time. On one hand, it felt like she was full from the way your cum sloshed around inside her, on the other, she felt like she was weightless after all her orgasms. 

Your cum seeped out of Tzuyu. Nayeon seized the opportunity and lapped it up, reveling in the salty liquid's taste. You drag your cock out of Tzuyu and slowly let go of the young woman, letting her gently land on the ground, her entire body shaking.  

Tzuyu rolls onto her side, body tingling from the intense orgasm. Your cock twitches as you see the hunger in the other women’s eyes.”I call next!” Momo exclaimed, a lustful smile on her face. Before she came over to you, though, she went to her bag. As she reaches inside, struggling with the contents, she explains her thoughts. “I thought things might get a little wild tonight, so I packed this.” Momo pulls out a large strapon from her bag. “It would be so boring to just wait or use our fingers. Now we can share the fun while we wait for a turn with the real thing.” Momo looked around, hoping to see some appreciative looks, and she got one from Jihyo and Chaeyoung. “You remember how to use it, right, Jihyo?” She asks, tossing the toy to her friend. Jihyo smirks quietly, holding the toy in her hand as she watches Momo straddle you and take your cock. Momo shakes her head to clear her hair from her face before placing her hands on your chest and moving along your shaft. She flexes her muscles, making sure to clamp down on your cock as she bounces on it. You watch her heavy tits bounce as she comes down on you. 

“Do you like watching these bounce?” She asks, bringing one hand up and cupping her tit. She gives it a rough squeeze, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. Your cock twitching inside her is enough to tell her what she wants to know. Before she can continue with her teasing words, Chaeyoung and Mina move in on her chest, their mouths latching on. Momo purses her lips, a strong hum coming from her as she looks at the two women on her. With Momo’s chance to talk taken away, Dahyun saw an opportunity. 

“Please lay your head back,” She asked sweetly, as you lay your head against the ground. Dahyun crawls over you, her big pale thighs against your head as she hesitantly puts more of her weight on you until she feels your nose digging into her slit. You reach your tongue out and lap at her wet slit, tasting her nectar. Dahyun’s legs tense around you, and a moan escapes her lips as you take more licks. Her moans grow louder as your tongue pushes into her core. She wasn’t the only woman who wanted action, though, you felt pairs of hands hold your arms down. You now had to finger two of the others while you ate out, Dahyun, and had Momo riding you.

The Japanese woman was feeling good as she rode you. She felt her core tightening slowly as your cock continued to pierce her. Her legs feeling tired, Momo stopped for a moment, choosing to grind against you while her strength slowly returned. As she came to a stop, though, Jihyo made her move. “Oh shit,” Momo moaned.  She hadn’t expected Jihyo to be so quick to wear the strapon. Momo’s tongue hung out of her mouth, eyes rolling back as she felt the slick head pressing against her asshole. It was pushed in quickly; she shuddered. She was being filled by two cocks now. 

Momo bounced on both quickly, moans filling the room as you and Jihyo stuffed her. Jihyo pulled on the Japanese woman’s hair, forcing her head back. Momo was drooling all over herself as you and Jihyo thrust into her. She would’ve been grabbing at her tits for more pleasure, but she already had two people taking care of that for her. Chaeyoung was on her left tit, tongue swirling around her nipple as she sucked on it as if trying to draw milk from her. She wasn’t the only one, though; on the other side was Mina, who was doing the same thing with the additional move of having her fingers on Momo’s clit. Having so much focus on her was making Momo’s mind go blank. She had two cocks rearranging her inside, rubbing against each other through her thin walls, and on top of that, she had two women sucking on her tits trying to get milk out of them. The pleasure was overwhelming, to say the least. Momo was cumming constantly, coating your cock in her cream as she kept riding you. Momo could feel your cock throbbing. “Cum in me, gimme it all,” she groaned, slamming herself down on you. 

You don’t resist and cum inside Momo, flooding her womb with a thick load. She can feel it filling her belly and cum on your cock again, her body growing tired but continuing to move. As you came, so did Dahyun. You felt her hands on your chest, her arms shaking as she came on your face. She felt embarrassed to be cumming on you despite staring at Momo, who acted the complete opposite. From her perspective, Momo seemed to be reveling in the attention. It shocked Dahyun that Momo had enough wherewithal to pull her into a kiss, the two women cumming together on you. 

They weren’t the only ones, though; the women using your fingers for pleasure were reaching their limits too. Nayeong and Jeongyeon were grimacing, trying to hold on and keep their climax at bay, but your fingers continued to rub against their G-spots. It was agony for them. You could feel Nayeon’s grip on your forearm as she leaned forward, bumping against the kissing Dahyun and Momo. Jeongyeon, as much as she wanted to resist the pleasure she felt, found herself rubbing her clit at the same time. With that little boost, it got to her. Jeongyeon came on your fingers, coating them in her nectar as you continued to please her. “W-wait!” She cried out, hunching over as you pushed your fingers deeper into her wet slit. Jeongyeon grit her teeth, and she threw her body back as the overwhelming pleasure fried her brain. Sana came in then, her hands cupping Jeongyeon’s cheeks as she pressed her lips against her friend’s. Jeongyeon couldn’t do much of anything as Sana pushed her tongue in.

Things began to fall apart from here, with another cock introduced by Momo in the form of the strap-on, attention was broken up between you and Jihyo, who had unwittingly taken to being used for the remainder of the night. You had Jeongyeon, Dahyun, Nayeon, and Sana on you, while Jihyo had the others. You were already getting tired, though, and you doubted whether you’d be able to last the entire night. It wasn’t to be a problem, though, as Momo came over and tongued a special pill into your mouth. “We have to make sure you get to everyone,” she said in a low voice before Jihyo pulled her into a kiss and drove the strapon back into her ass. 

You knew immediately what it was Momo had given you, and it would certainly help. You look at your small group and ask who’s going next. Each woman licked their lips, their eyes glued to your painted cock. Nayeon was the first to jump; she had been teased with fingers for so long, and now she was growing desperate for more. She jumped on you, your cock trapped between her puffy folds and your body. She moaned softly as she grinded against it. Nayeon lifted herself slowly, preparing to bring your cock inside her when Sana got involved. The Japanese woman aligned your cock with Nayeon’s entrance, while her other hand tweaked Nayeon’s nipple. “You’re always so needy,” She giggled. “Right?”

Jeongyeon and Dahyun laugh, nodding their heads in agreement. “She’s always been like this,” Jeongyeon said, placing her hands on Nayeon’s shoulders and pushing her down onto your cock. Nayeon sucked in a quick breath as she felt your cock slipping deep inside of her, her cunt being split apart. “That’s why she’s a bunny, always wanting to be bouncing on cocks.” Dahyun watched carefully, her fingers dipping inside of her cunt as Jeongyeon and Sana teased Nayeon. 

“Go on, bounce on that cock.” Sana chirped, slapping Nayeon’s ass. The older woman yelped and moved soon after being ordered to do so. Nayeon’s walls clung to you tightly as she moved along your shaft. Her moans would rise when she dropped back down. The tip of your cock would be rubbing against her core, making her feel weak at the knees as she rode you. “Such a good little bunny,” Sana teased, twisting Nayeon’s nipple. Nayeon whined, her brows coming together as she bounced on your cock. 

“A good needy bunny,” Jeongyeon said, a little laugh coming after her statement. If there was anything she enjoyed about having sex along with Nayeon, it was how fun it was to tease her, both verbally and physically. Considering how long they had known each other, they had long since figured out how to make each other cum quickly.  While Sana had her fun playing with Nayeon’s nipple, Jeongyeon took things a step further. She reached around and pressed her finger against Nayeon’s clit in just the right way so that she had Nayeon screaming from pleasure. “Aww, are you going to cum already?” Jeongyeon teased, continuing to press Nayeon’s buttons in the perfect way. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Nayeon whined, wanting to enjoy things a little longer. Despite wanting things to last longer, her body moved faster. You bring your hand down on Nayeon’s ass, her skin rippling from the hard hit. “Fuck, fuck,” Nayeon repeated, as she placed her hands on your chest. “Ah, fuck,” Nayeon felt her core tightening, her muscles following quickly as she got close to cumming. Jeongyeon and Sana’s teasing was getting to her. You gripped Nayeon’s waist and sent her over the edge as you drove your cock into her, knocking against her womb. She cried out, her body crashing onto yours as you made her cum. Her body trembles as you continue to drive your cock into her, “C-cum,” she mumbles, whether she was talking about herself cumming or wanting yours, it didn’t matter. You continued to fuck the young bunny, your cock throbbing as you got close to your climax. You pull Nayeon against you as you pump your cum into her. She bites down on your shoulder as the warmth of your cum spreads across her body.

You tighten your grip on Nayeon’s slim waist, moving her softly along your shaft as you finish painting her walls. You still hard cock spring free from her cunt as you lift her off you. Nayeon lies on the cool floor, beads of sweat dripping off her forehead onto the ground as she slowly recovers. The three remaining women glance at each other and silently debate who should go next. They were silent a moment too long. “Ah, okay, I’ll wait for my turn; one of you two go.” Sana sighs. Dahyun and Jeongyeon both motion for the other to go first. The sight is comical when not even two feet away, Chaeyoung was being plowed into the ground. 

Chaeyoung was a mess, having been the first one taken by Jihyo after Momo. The women in the group were absolutely ravaging the petite woman. She had Mina and Momo biting her hard nipples, their teeth digging into her flesh as they pulled her nipples until they were taut. Chaeyoung couldn’t even moan properly with Tzuyu on top of her. Chaeyoung’s tongue was too busy tasting your cum for her to moan well, even as she took a pounding from Jihyo. The older woman was lifting Chaeyoung’s lower half, making sure every inch of the thick strap-on was going inside the petite woman, a slight bulge forming as she knocked against Chaeyoung’s womb. Chaeyoung was cumming constantly, Momo's words from earlier ringing in her ears. The “if you make it” part stuck in her mind. Chaeyoung was trying to will herself into the right frame of mind, but the pleasure was killing her. She felt her mind going; she was turning into a mindless fucktoy. Her walls were clamping down on the strap-on as she came again. She had lost count of how many times she had climaxed already, but if the nectar on Jihyo’s legs or the puddle forming below her was anything to go by, she was already on her fourth. 

Still, Jihyo was relentless. “Poor little Chae isn’t going to make it.” Jihyo's thrusts grew rougher; her nails were digging into Chaeyoung’s skin, leaving marks on the soft flesh. 

“She might, but she won’t remember it,” Momo replied, taking a break from teasing Chaeyoung's nipple with her mouth. The Japanese woman kept her fingernails circling the petite woman’s sensitive areola. “She’s used to a little roughhousing, but this might be too much. I can’t wait to see what she turns into. Oh, maybe she’ll break.” Momo said with a smile.

“We’ll have to test that. Let’s turn her over, I want to have some more fun with her body.” Tzuyu happily agreed, climbing off Chaeyoung to reveal the petite woman’s face stained white with your cum at the corners of her mouth. Mina takes one last nibble of Chaeyoung’s pink nipple before letting it go and allowing Jihyo to flip the petite woman onto her stomach. Chaeyoung can barely stay on all fours, her limbs weak from her series of climaxes. Jihyo smacked her ass as a signal to stay up. The older woman smiled as she watched the soft flesh jiggle and pushed the head of the strap-on back into Chaeyoung’s sore cunt.

On your side of things, Dahyun was riding you slowly. Her plush ass pressing against your crotch as you knead her modest chest. You had changed positions, setting yourself up on the couch. Dahyun cranes her neck and leans back against you. Her soft moans ring in your ears as you bounce her on your cock. Dahyun sucks in a breath and purses her lips as your fingernails dig into her pink nipples. She stops riding you, her body shaking softly on top of yours. You feel her soft ass grinding against you as she tries to keep pleasing you. Jeongyeon and Sana giggle as they watch the two of you. Going from Nayeon’s wild riding and orgasm to Dahyun’s softer sex was funny to them, especially when, if they turned their heads, they would see Chaeyoung being turned into a sex toy. While the pair had gotten involved with Nayeon, they chose to relax while Dahyun enjoyed herself. Their fingers would graze their slits as they waited for their turn. 

You nipped at Dahyun’s neck, leaving marks on her smooth, pale skin. You listen to her light gasps after you shift one hand to her waist and begin bouncing her on your lap. “You look so good bouncing on my cock,” you whisper, knowing she would get embarrassed. Dahyun whines. She might’ve been drunk and had already done some lewd acts in front of the others, but this was something else. Being teased while your cock slid in and out of her tight cunt was too much; her face was bright red. She didn’t dare look up to meet the gaze of Sana and Jeongyeon, who were watching. Dahyun could feel their burning gaze; they were staring right at the point where the two of you met, where your cock disappeared into her pink folds. 

You spread Dahyun’s legs farther apart, further embarrassing her. Somewhere in her thoughts, she had to admit it was erotic being watched so closely by other women. After all, they were watching her womanhood be stretched by your cock. Dahyun finally let out another moan as one of your fingers circled her clit. “Oh, please,” she said through gritted teeth. She could feel her climax approaching. She reached her arms back and clung to you. 

“You know they really seem to like watching you on me,” you tell Dahyun, giving her tit a soft squeeze, your pointer finger flicking her pink nipple. “Why don’t you give them a show?” You say, thrusting a little harder into the poor woman. Dahyun cries out as she cums, her walls clamp down, and her nectar shoots out of her, spraying the area in front of her. Sana and Jeongyeon share a look of amazement as they watch Dahyun squirt. The pale woman tries to close her legs, but you keep them apart as you bury yourself inside of Dahyun and cum inside her. The act sends her over the edge again. Dahyun’s climax is prolonged, draining her of all her energy as she rests against you. You press one hand against Dahyun’s stomach as you slowly bring her off your lap and lay her on the couch. You see her chest rising and falling quickly, and smile. 

As you turn back, you see Sana and Jeongyeon crawling closer to you. Sana turns her head toward Jeongyeon and smiles, “Go on, get him,” she whispers. Jeongyeon purses her lips in an attempt to hold back a smile and nods. She wraps her fingers around your length and moves them along your shaft slowly. She leans in, sticking her tongue out and swirling it around the tip. Sana rises from her kneeling position and stands beside you, pushing you back onto the couch. “Just let her do the work,” she says softly. 

You feel Jeongyeon’s lips wrap around the head of your cock, and you look down to see her cheeks hollowing out as she strokes your shaft. You moan from the pleasure. It felt good to take a small break; you could just relax as she cleaned your cock. You could hear her moans. Jeongyeon was enjoying the taste of your cum on her tongue. She missed it, and while she could taste Dahyun too, she only focused on you. 

Back with the other group, Chaeyoung was left in a messy state. Jihyo, Momo, Mina, and Tzuyu had their fun with the petite woman; they let her rest. She was laid out a little further away from everyone else, her sweaty body showing some other signs of their ministrations. Chaeyoung almost looked as if she were peacefully sleeping. Momo looked at the passed-out woman with a smirk. Momo knew Chaeyoung would be sad if she missed out on the fun. 

The Japanese woman turned back to the others, watching as Mina finally got her first cock of the night. It might not have been the one she wanted, but Mina wouldn’t complain at this point. She wouldn’t complain, especially knowing how rough Jihyo could give it. She raised her hips, allowing Jihyo to easily slide into her needy cunt. Her back arched, and she let out a low moan as Jihyo slid deeper. Mina felt Jihyo’s hands grip her waist, her fingers digging into her flesh. She raised herself, wrapping her arms around Jihyo’s neck. They would work together. Mina could already feel her energy whittling away; alcohol always did it to her. She was trying her best to stay awake; she wanted to fuck you at least once before she went under.  

It certainly helped that Jihyo was strong; the bold Korean woman stood up and pressed Mina against the wall. Her hands shifted lower, gripping Mina’s thighs as she dragged the strapon out of her wet cunt. Mina gasped and wrapped her legs around Jihyo’s waist. The moment she felt the Korean woman push back into her, she used her feet to make sure the strapon impaled her. Jihyo’s thrusts were quick and deep, barely giving Mina a chance to recover from the last one before her cock was rubbing against her G-spot again. Mina pressed her lips against Jihyo’s, swapping spit with the older woman. Mina shut her eyes, focusing on all the sensations. Jihyo’s slender fingers on her legs, squeezing her toned legs. She focused on her nipples rubbing against Jihyo’s, even how her modest chest felt now that it was pressed against Jihyo’s heavy mounds. Then there was the obvious part of Jihyo’s strap-on stretching her tight little cunt as she drove it balls deep. It all added to the pleasure that was building inside her. 

Mina began scratching at Jihyo’s back as her core tightened. “Come on, let me hear you, Mina,” Jihyo called out. The older woman moved to the crook of Mina’s neck and began to leave more marks on her body. Mina whined, her legs squeezing down on Jihyo’s sides. “Tell Mommy how much you want it.”

Mina gasped; she didn’t want Momo to find out about her kink. “Harder, fuck me harder,” she moaned, hoping it would be enough for Jihyo. 

“Tell me exactly what you want.” 

“Fuck my little pussy, please!” Mina cried out. Jihyo smirked at Mina’s submissiveness and shifted her arms, getting them under Mina’s legs. Jihyo forced them up onto her shoulders and gripped Mina’s plush ass. The Japanese woman’s moans flowed easily as she was folded in half, Jihyo’s cock filling her well with every thrust. 

While Jihyo pounded away at Mina’s tight body, Tzuyu and Momo watched on, lying on their sides as they took in the sight of Mina’s writhing body. “You know she’s really wild when she’s not drunk,” Momo says, looking on with pride. “It’s a shame she’ll probably get really tired soon.” Momo yawns at that moment, sleepiness starting to take hold of her. 

“Looks like Mina’s not the only one,” Tzuyu jokes. “Do you think he has any toys we could use?” Tzuyu asks, glancing your way. 

“No way, unless Chaeyoung managed to sneak one in at some point, and we can’t really ask her,” Momo responds, pointing at the passed-out woman. “We’ll have to do things the old-fashioned way.”

“I guess we will,” Tzuyu says with a smile. She inches closer to the older woman, letting Momo wrap her arms around her. 

As they enjoyed each other’s touches. Jeongyeon was finally ready to get to the good part. She rose from her kneeling position between your legs and straddled you. With a little help from Sana, your cock was prodding Jeongyeon’s entrance. Jeongyeon stared into your eyes as she slowly lowered herself. You felt her lips splitting apart as your cock pushed into her. She let out a low groan as she sank further onto your cock. Jeongyeon rocked back and forth, letting her walls massage your cock as she sat on your lap. You rest your hands on her waist and lean forward to kiss her. She accepts the kiss, parting her lips for you and allowing you to explore her mouth. Your hands glide along her curves as you begin to bounce her on your lap, the small movements make Jeongyeon moan as she feels your cock shifting inside her. She places her hands on your shoulders, supporting herself as she begins bouncing on your cock. Her velvet walls hold you tightly as you slide in and out. Your eyes drift downward where they meet her hypnotizing nipples, as they swing in odd circles every time she comes down on you. 

You latch onto one of Jeongyeon’s tits, your tongue lapping at her hard nipple. Your cheeks hollow as you suck on her tit. Jeongyeon’s moans grow louder, you feel her grip over your roughen. “I-I…” Jeongyeon struggles to get words out. Her mind begins to turn to static as you bounce her on your cock. 

“Your baby can’t drink it anyway; you’ve been drinking,” You mumble as you taste her milk. Jeongyeon cranes her neck, moaning loudly, as one of your hands shifts up to her other tit, squeezing the soft mound. Milk drips down your chin as you shift from one tit to the other. Jeongyeon’s moans continue to build. 

“Drink it all,” Jeongyeon mutters, wrapping her arms around your head and holding you to her chest. Your hands fall to her waist. Your cock twitches inside Jeongyeon. The young woman bites her lip as you begin to thrust when you bring her down on your cock. “Fuck, harder,” she mumbles under her breath as you quicken the pace. 

You smack Jeongyeon’s ass, the sting from the hit registering as more pleasure. Your hands shift again to Jeongyeon’s rear, gripping it tightly, kneading her soft flesh before delivering another smack to her right cheek. Jeongyeon cries out. She shakes her head as she tries to keep her climax at bay. You manage to break free from her grip and steal a kiss, sharing the taste of her milk with her. Jeongyeon’s mind is in a daze as she tastes her milk.  It was dangerous; she could get addicted to it. The overwhelming pleasure her body was going through was about to hit her. As Jeongyeon comes down on your cock again, you make sure there’s nothing left to give. You drive every inch into her. Jeongyeon holds onto you, her body shuddering as you fill her fertile womb. Somewhere in her brain, she didn’t mind if you got her pregnant right here and now. She grinds against you, trying to milk your cock for every drop of your thick cum. You’re forced to break the kiss when you run out of breath. 

Jeongyeon rests against your body, her chest heaving as she takes deep breaths. “You really filled me up,” she says softly. 

You give her ass a squeeze, “Of course I did,”

Before she can respond, Jeongyeon jumps. She looks over her shoulder to see Sana kneeling behind her, her tongue sticking out. “You’re taking too long. I need his cock, too,” Sana tells her friend. Sana had gotten the mother’s attention by driving her tongue between Jeongyeon’s cheeks. 

“‘I’ll get back to you later,” you tell Jeongyeon, slowly lifting her off you. She moans softly as you do. She stands on unsteady legs, pearly drops of your cum seeping out of her and running down her legs. You stand up and offer Jeongyeon your seat. She takes it, resting her tired body and shutting her eyes for a moment as she revels in the pleasure, her body still tingling. 

“So, how do you want me?” Sana asks, a finger pressed to her lips as she waits for your answer. You look her up and down, noticing her glistening thighs. 

“Against the wall,” you reply. Sana smiles and turns around, walking over Tzuyu and Momo as she gets herself set next to Mina. She presses her hands against the walls and arches her back, presenting her backside to you. Sana looks over her shoulder and smiles at you as she shakes her ass. You get behind the young Japanese woman and rub the head of your cock against her folds. 

“Ooh, do it, put that big fat cock inside me,” Sana’s dirty talk nearly makes you laugh. You press the head against her entrance before grabbing her waist. You pull Sana back, a loud roar coming out of her as you impale her. You waste no time and begin to drive your cock in and out of the young woman. Sana pushes herself against you, getting in rhythm with your thrusts. “Harder, fuck me harder.” Sana groans. She keeps her head down as she takes your cock, but in her peripheral vision, she can see the mess Mina has become. The other woman was barely hanging on to Jihyo now, drool rolling down the corner of her lips. 

Sana couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, but she focused on what was important right now. She clamped her walls down around your shaft, squeezing it tightly as you ruined her with quick, rough thrusts. Sana felt your hands wandering up her body until you reached her modest chest. You knead the soft mounds, drawing more moans from Sana. “Oh, fuck! Fuck me up, make my pussy yours,” The vulgar words spilled from Sana's lips quickly as she backed her ass up against you. Each thrust was making her see stars. There was discomfort that came when you hit so deep inside her, but she loved it. Sana craved more. You pressed Sana against the wall, giving her little room to move. 

You get by Sana’s ear, whispering your words. “You dirty little whore, you love being treated like a fucktoy, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” She groans. “I’m a perfect little fucktoy. A dirty whore who loves being fucked in front of others.”

You put as much strength as you can into your thrusts, ramming yourself against her womb. Sana's eyes roll back as she cries out with pleasure. “Yes!” she screams. Your hands dig into her tits as you pound away at her tight body. 

The Japanese woman drools against the wall as you fuck her; her body tightens around you as you make her cum. Sana’s legs shake as you flood her cunt with a heavy load of semen. She mumbles, something you can barely hear. Sana repeats it, though, “So full…of cum,” You push your cock right against her womb, pumping her full of your semen until your climax finally ends. 

You’re forced to hold onto Sana as you drag yourself out of her.  You drag Sana to the couch, laying her against it, before Jihyo takes your attention. You watch the young mother drop the strapon. She grabs her tits, kneading the heavy mounds as she walks up to you. “Looks like it’s just you and me left.” You look behind her, noticing that both Mina and Chaeyoung have passed out. 

“So, it is.”

“Let’s take this to your room, get a little more comfortable.” You nod and watch as Jihyo walks to your bedroom. You watch as she sways her hips, her ass jiggling with each heavy step she takes. You follow close behind her. You watch as she climbs onto your bed and lies on her side, waiting for you to join her. You get into bed with Jihyo. The young mother wraps her hand around your cum-coated cock. It glides along your shaft. “Look at you, still so hard. I bet you just loved this, fucking everyone all in one night.” Jihyo eyes your cock, licking her lips. She moves between your legs, continuing to stroke your cock as her lips inch closer. “You have so much cum, too. These big, heavy balls must be feeling sore.” Jihyo presses her lips against your balls, her tongue dragging across them. You groan as Jihyo takes one into her mouth, sucking on it gently. “You still have a few loads for me, right? This Mommy needs to be filled up.” You feel Jihyo’s warm breath against your shaft. 

The young woman sticks her tongue out and drags it along the underside, following your veins as she collects your cum. “Mmm, still nice and warm.” Jihyo slowly laps at your cock, her tongue collecting every drop of semen. She holds it in her mouth until your cock is finally clean. She lets you see the mouthful she has before she swallows it all. Jihyo opens her mouth, smiling as she shows you it is empty.  

Jihyo holds your cock gently as she moves in, wrapping her lips around the head. You moan her name and stare down at the young woman. Jihyo returns your stare, giving you doe eyes as she bobs her head. You feel her deft tongue swirling around the tip, running across the center as she runs her hand along your shaft. “Where do you want to cum? In my mouth? On these pretty lips and face?” Jihyo shifts, “Or maybe you want to cum on these big, soft tits.” Your cock twitches at the final option. While any one of them would have been good, you wanted to enjoy something a little different. 

“I see you’ve made your choice,” Jihyo says with a smirk. Jihyo places your slick cock between her soft tits.  You moan, enjoying the gentle pleasure of her mounds pressed against your cock. You watch as Jihyo's tits become slick and glisten with her spit. “Feels good, doesn’t it? You can cum whenever you want. Just make sure you paint these pretty tits with a lot of cum.” You nod, too busy enjoying Jihyo’s tits as she adds more pressure. 

Jihyo’s attention is split between your cock and your face. She shifts her eyes from one to the other. The young woman licks her lips as she sees your cock poke out from between her tits, drops of precum spilling from the tip. She leans down and drags her tongue along the tip, tasting your salty precum before returning to her previous movements. 

You moan Jihyo’s name again as you get closer to your climax. She feels your cock twitching between her tits. “Go on, cum on mommy’s tits. Paint me and make me yours.” She says softly. Unable to hold on any longer, you blow your load. Cum spurts out onto Jihyo’s chest and neck, painting her tan skin in a thick layer of white. Jihyo keeps her tits wrapped around your cock, using the soft mounds to milk you.  Once Jihyo senses that your climax has ended, she rubs your cum into her skin, making her tits glisten. You watch as her tits jiggle when she makes quick movements. Jihyo knew how much you enjoyed watching and decided she would ride you. She crawls over you, planting a kiss on your cheek as she grabs your cock and aligns it with her cunt. She sits back, taking it all in one smooth motion. 

Jihyo leans back and places a hand on her stomach. “Next, you’ll be cumming in here. Make sure you fill me up,” Jihyo giggles and gives you a quick kiss, “I’m kidding, I already know you will.” 

The young woman places her hands on your legs, using them for support as she lifts herself along your length. She hovers for a moment, teasing you for just a second before coming back down on your cock. “You have no idea how much I missed this,” she moans. Jihyo wanted to go slow to enjoy the moment, but her body craved more. She moved along your shaft quickly, her slick walls allowing her to impale herself each and every time she came down on your crotch. Jihyo roared. She had really missed the feeling of your cock filling her up. Since the last time the two of you had hooked up, she had been using toys, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. She looked down at the point where the two of you became one, watching your cock as it disappeared inside her. 

“Then let me help you,” you mutter, grabbing her waist and thrusting up wildly. Jihyo roars as you ram your length into her. She leans forward and gets into a rhythm with you. The quick but deep bounces make her moans fill the room.

“Oh, shit. Fuck me,” she says through gritted teeth. You watch Jihyo’s tan tits bounce as she rides you. You reach one hand up and squeeze one of her mounds, the soft flesh going between your fingers as you squish it roughly. Jihyo’s cries of pleasure grow louder. “Give me that fucking cock!”

You end up rolling Jihyo over, placing one of her legs on your shoulder as you drive your cock into her. Her walls cling to you as she nears her climax. You reach down and knead her tits, the soft mounds still calling to you as you fuck her. “I’m cumming!” Jihyo cries. You bury yourself in Jihyo’s tight cunt, letting her walls milk you as you cum inside her. You flood her core, filling her just as she desired. Jihyo rests her head against the bed, cooing as the warmth of your cum spreads across her body. She pulls you into a deep kiss, her tongue playing with yours as you pump the last of your load into her fertile pussy.  You stay inside her for a moment, enjoying the warmth.

As you recover, you feel a body press against your back, small tits rubbing against you. “Don’t forget about me, Daddy.” It was Mina. The young Japanese woman had wandered in, barely awake. 

“Mmm, looks like she has a Mommy and a Daddy.” Jihyo smirks. “Baby, if you want Daddy’s cock you need to get on all fours. Right here,” she says sweetly, patting the space next to her. Mina follows Jihyo’s orders and gets on all fours next to you. As you pull out of Jihyo, she sits up. “You start taking care of her. I’ll be right back.”  Jihyo leaves you and Mina alone for the moment. 

“Daddy, hurry,” Mina whines. She reaches back, spreading her cheeks for you. “You can have whatever hole you want. All I want is Daddy’s cock inside me.” You consider Mina’s ass for a moment. While you do want to explore that side of Mina, you go for the other, knowing you were reaching your limit even with the pill Momo had given you. You slip into Mina’s cunt with ease, her walls wrapping you immediately. “Oh, Daddy,” Mina moans. She arches her back, her fingers rubbing against her clit slowly as you push your length into her. You move slowly, wanting to enjoy the time you have left. Mina, for her part, doesn’t complain. She has what she wants, your thick cock stretching out her cunt. You move slowly, getting into a nice rhythm. 

You get close to Mina’s ear, “Who’s my slutty baby?”

Mina shudders, recalling the last time the two of you met. “I’m your slutty baby. Daddy’s cock is the only cock I want.”

“You sure didn’t complain when Jihyo was fucking you,” you point out. 

“T-that’s different,” Mina stutters. You deliver a sharp smack to her ass, making her yelp. “Toys are different!” Mina cries out, wanting to plead her case. You give her another rough smack on the ass. 

“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy Mommy’s cock?” Jihyo asks, making her return. 

Mina looks over her shoulder, and seeing Jihyo standing beside the bed, the strapon back on her. “I-I,” Mina struggles to form the words as she watches Jihyo climb onto the bed. 

“Looks like our little baby needs to be punished,” Jihyo says, positioning herself in front of Mina and forcing the Japanese woman to suck on the strapon. Jihyo smirks and tells you to go wild on her. 

You decide to follow along and speed up your thrusts, grabbing onto Mina’s waist for support. The young woman chokes on Jihyo’s cock, your thrusts forcing the toy into the back of Mina’s throat. You snake your hand around Mina, playing with her clit. Mina’s scream is muffled by the cock in her throat. She was seeing stars as she slobbered over Jihyo’s cock. The older woman had one hand on Mina’s head while the other kneaded her soft mound. Together, you were spitroasting the young Japanese woman, and you knew how to raise things just a little more. “Such a slutty girl. I think we’ll have to teach our baby how to be a good girl.” Mina’s walls squeeze down on your cock as you degrade her. The wet sounds of her choking on Jihyo’s cock every time she tries to speak fill the bedroom. It’s not long before Mina cums, her nectar splashing on your cock as you continue to drive your cock into her divine cunt. Mina cries out in pleasure as her mind leaves her; she becomes putty for the two of you. 

Reaching the end of your rope, you slam yourself into the deepest part of Mina’s cunt and let your cum paint her walls white. Mina drools all over the strapon as you fill her needy body. A tired smile crosses her face as she feels your cock throbbing inside her. Each time a little more cum is pumped into her. Your cock finally begins to soften after what seems like forever. You pull out of Mina and lie down on your bed, exhausted after hours of sex. In the moment you feel like you would be happy if you never had sex again. It was just in the moment, though. 

You shut your eyes, and when you open them again, you see it's morning—the rest of the night had gone by in a flash. You try to sit up, but feel a weight on you. That’s when you notice Mina resting on top of you. You look around and see the others' sleeping bodies as well. They were piled on top of each other. You consider for a moment how the people on the edges slept. Just as you do, Mina starts to stir. “Mm, good morning, Daddy.” 

‘Good morning, Mina. What time is it?”

Mina looks around, trying to find your clock. “Oh, it's, uh, eleven.” With that, Mina lay her head back down on your chest. You consider last night's events, you had sex with everyone here, or nearly everyone. You look around and see Chaeyoung pressed between Jihyo and Momo, drooling from the corner of her mouth. You chuckle a little, remembering how she made the first move on the bus, but ultimately didn’t get you as the others did. You remain in bed, taking it all in as the girls wake up one by one. Dahyun, Jeongyeon, and Nayeon seemed the most shocked to find themselves naked on your bed with everyone else. More so when they realized they had your cum inside them. 

As you all got organized, got out of bed, and moved to the living room, things were a little livelier. It was mostly due to Sana, who assumed everyone had just had too many drinks the night before. One thing that remained constant that you didn’t expect, though, was the fact that the women had chosen to remain naked. It had been over an hour, and yet none of them chose to put on clothes. It was difficult for you. You were hard, and the women made it more than obvious that they knew. 

Chaeyoung was the first to say something, though, “I think I should get some time with him. I didn’t get a turn with him last night.”

“And whose fault is that?” Jeongyeon asked.

“Jihyo’s! Momo, Tzuyu, and Mina!  They didn’t let me rest for a minute. I passed out after they made me cum over and over again! Chaeyoung complained. 

“Sounds to me like you chose to join the wrong group,” Nayeon laughs.

“You had fun, didn’t you, Chae? I remember hearing you scream about wanting more, harder.”

Mark, oblivious, took a sip of his soda. "So then, Linda tells him that the quarterly reports were already submitted..."

My breath hitched. I could only manage a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, my gaze flicking down to her chest and back up to her eyes. Under the table, I saw her arm move, the fabric of her dress shifting as she reached up her back. With a practiced twist, it was done. She slid the straps down her arms, the movement a secret dance just for me. The feeling of being entrusted with this intimate, rebellious act sent a jolt straight through me.

Bunching the lace and cotton into a small, discreet ball in her fist, she leaned across the table again, pretending to adjust the salt shaker. As she did, she pressed her hand against mine. Her fingers were warm as they closed over mine, and I felt the slight tremor in her hand as she passed the bra to me. It was still warm from her body, the delicate lace a stark contrast to the rough denim of my jeans. I swiftly tucked it into my jacket pocket, the movement feeling both illicit and incredibly possessive. When I looked back at her, her eyes were dark with a shared, delicious secret. I could see the faint outline of her nipples, now free and pressing against the soft material of her dress.

"Are you two even listening?" Mark asked, finally noticing our silence.

"Of course," Sana said smoothly, turning to him with an innocent smile that was anything but. "You were saying Linda is a hero."

Mark beamed, launching back into his story. But Sana's attention was all on me.

Her eyes held a knowing glint that was entirely for me. A slow, deliberate smile played on her lips as she listened to the drone of our dinner companions, but her focus was absolute. Then, I felt it. A subtle pressure against my thigh under the table. Her leg, clad in the sheer silk of her stocking, had risen with a dancer's grace and now rested directly over my groin. The pointed toe of her high-heeled shoe found its target, pressing against the growing hardness in my trousers. She began a slow, maddening rhythm, rubbing the leather tip up and down the length of my confined shaft, each movement a silent, wicked promise. The friction was exquisite torture, a secret heat building in the cool, public space.

Her movements became more deliberate, a firm, circular grind that made my breath hitch. I forced myself to take a sip of water, my knuckles white around the glass. After what felt like an eternity of this exquisite torment, her leg retreated. I heard the faint click of a buckle, and then the soft thud of a heel landing on the thick carpet. A moment later, the pressure returned, but it was different. Softer, warmer. Her bare foot, now free from its leather prison, was stroking me through the fabric. The delicate arch of her foot, the smooth skin of her sole, the gentle pressure of her toes..every sensation was magnified. My control was fraying. With a trembling hand, I subtly shifted, my fingers working at my zipper. I eased my pants down just enough, the cool air a shock against my overheated skin as my cock sprang free, hard, erect, and jutting upwards, a silent testament to her effect on me.

Sana felt the change instantly. A subtle shift in her posture, a slight parting of her legs, and then the unbelievable warmth of her bare skin enveloping me. She had trapped my shaft between her soft legs, the smooth flesh gripping me. She began to stroke me that way, a slow, upward glide of her thighs, the muscles tensing and releasing. Her back straightened, her chin held high, as she engaged in conversation about wine pairings, all while her body performed an act of pure, unadulterated debauchery beneath the table. The dual reality was dizzying..the polite discourse above, the raw, primal pleasure below. Then, with a theatrical sigh, she "accidentally" knocked her spoon off the edge of the table. "Oh, clumsy me," she murmured, her voice husky.

She ducked under the table, disappearing into the shadows. I felt her presence before I saw her, the heat of her body radiating against my legs. Then, the full, soft weight of her breasts settled directly onto my denim-clad thighs. Even through the fabric of her dress and my jeans, I could feel the yielding press of her large, supple tits, the hard nubs of her nipples poking against me. Her hands, warm and soft, found my exposed cock. One hand wrapped around the base, holding it steady, while the other gently cradled my balls. I felt her hot breath a second before her tongue made contact. It was a slow, deliberate lick, starting at the base and tracing a thick, wet line all the way to the sensitive tip. She kissed the head, her soft lips puckering around the slit, before she flattened her tongue and began to bathe the entire shaft in long, luxurious strokes. She pressed my rigid cock against her smooth cheek, rubbing it against her skin as her hand stroked the slickened length. Then, she took the head into her mouth.

The wet heat was overwhelming. Her lips formed a tight seal as she slowly descended, her tongue swirling around the crown, flicking at the frenulum. She took me deeper, the head of my cock pushing into the tight, wet confines of her throat. I could feel the tip pressing against the back of her tongue, the slight resistance as she took me to the hilt, her nose buried in my pubic hair. She held me there for a moment, her throat constricting slightly around me, before pulling back with a wet, sucking sound. She began a rhythm, a perfect, bobbing motion, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. Her tongue was a marvel, lapping and swirling, tracing the thick veins, pressing flat against the underside as she plunged down again and again. She would pause, pulling back to kiss the shaft, to rub the slick, wet head against her chin and lips, her eyes looking up at me from the darkness with a look of pure, uninhibited lust. It was all I could do to keep my face a mask of calm, my jaw clenched, my hands gripping the edge of the table. The pressure built to an unbearable peak, a fire in my groin. With a silent, shuddering gasp that I choked into a cough, I came. My cock pulsed, spurting thick ropes of cum into her hot, willing mouth. She didn't miss a beat, her mouth working me, swallowing every drop as my body trembled with the force of my release. She stayed there for a moment longer, gently licking me clean before emerging from under the table, her lips glistening, a triumphant, secret smile on her face as she picked up her spoon and sat up as if nothing had happened.

"Ready for the movie?" she asked, her voice low and laced with invitation.

"More than ready," I replied, my own voice husky with anticipation.

The cinema was dark and cavernous, the screen a giant, glowing rectangle casting flickering blue and white light across the rows of empty seats. We had chosen a late showing, and the theater was nearly deserted, just a few scattered figures silhouetted far in the front. We settled into our plush seats in the very back row, a world of our own.

The trailers blared, a cacophony of explosions and dramatic music, but they were just background noise. I could feel the heat radiating from Sana's body, smell the faint, sweet scent of her perfume. As soon as the lights went down completely, her hand found mine in the darkness, her fingers lacing through mine. I squeezed gently, and she squeezed back. Then, slowly, she leaned her head on my shoulder, her hair brushing against my neck.

I couldn't wait any longer. I untangled my hand from hers and let it drift down to her knee. Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Emboldened, I began to slide my hand upward, tracing the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh. Her legs parted slightly, a silent, welcome invitation. The fabric of her skirt bunched up around my wrist as I journeyed higher, until my fingers brushed against the damp, warm silk of her panties.

A soft gasp escaped her lips. I could feel her heart hammering against my arm. I pressed my fingers more firmly against her, tracing the outline of her lips through the soaked fabric. She squirmed in her seat, her hips lifting slightly to meet my touch. I hooked my finger under the edge of the silk, pulling it aside. My fingers slid through her wetness, exploring the soft, slick folds of her. She was so incredibly ready, so turned on. I found her clit, hard and swollen, and began to circle it slowly, deliberately.

Her hand flew to my thigh, her nails digging into the denim as she fought to stay quiet. Her breathing became ragged, soft whimpers escaping her that were swallowed by the movie's booming soundtrack. I slid one finger inside her, then another, curling them upwards to find that spot that made her whole body tremble. I moved my thumb back to her clit, matching the rhythm of my fingers. Her hips began to move in time with my hand, a desperate, primal dance.

I could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around my fingers. Her grip on my thigh became almost painful. Just as I felt her begin to crest, her body tensing for the wave of pleasure, I slowly, torturously, slid my hand out from under her skirt. She let out a frustrated whimper, her head turning to look at me, her eyes wide and questioning in the dim light.

Before she could speak, I brought my hand up to her face. My fingers, still slick and glistening with her arousal, traced her lower lip. "Open," I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she parted her lips obediently. I slid my two fingers into her warm, wet mouth. The feeling was immediate and electric. Her tongue, soft and velvety, swirled around my fingers, tasting herself. She sucked gently, her cheeks hollowing slightly, and the sight of it, the raw, uninhibited intimacy of the act, was the biggest turn-on I had ever experienced. It was filthy, it was perfect, it was ours. The movie played on, forgotten, as I held my fingers in her mouth, a silent, erotic promise of everything that was still to come.

The sudden blast of light and the jarring swell of orchestral music as the movie hit its interval was a rude awakening from our dark, intimate bubble. The screen froze on a dramatic cliffhanger, and the scattered patrons around us began to stir, stretching and murmuring about snacks and bathroom breaks. The spell was broken, but the tension between Sana and me was thicker than ever.

"We should probably go," I whispered, my voice still rough with desire.

She nodded, her eyes dark and unfocused. "I need the restroom," she said, a little too loudly, for the benefit of anyone who might be listening.

"Me too," I added, standing up and pulling her with me. We moved quickly down the aisle, our steps echoing in the suddenly cavernous space. No one gave us a second glance; a couple heading to the restrooms during interval was the most normal thing in the world.

But instead of following the illuminated signs towards the main lobby, I guided her down a dimly lit side corridor. The air grew cooler, smelling of dust and old popcorn. The sounds of the crowd faded behind us, replaced by the low hum of the building's machinery.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"You'll see," I said, my hand finding hers. My fingers were still sticky from her, a constant, intoxicating reminder of what we had just done. I pushed open a heavy, unmarked door. "In here."

We slipped inside a small, cluttered storage room. The door clicked shut behind us, plunging us into near-total darkness. The only light came from a thin sliver under the door, barely enough to outline the shelves stacked with cleaning supplies, extra popcorn bags, and cardboard cutouts of long-forgotten movie stars. The air was close and smelled of cleaning fluid and paper. It was perfect.

Before she could say a word, I was on her. I pushed her up against the cold concrete wall, my body pressing against hers, and my mouth crashed down on hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was hungry, demanding, a kiss that had been building for hours. She responded with equal fervor, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. Her lips were soft and yielding, and I could still taste the faint, sweet ghost of her arousal on her tongue.

My hands roamed her body, reacquainting myself with her curves. I slid my hands down her back, over the soft fabric of her dress, and cupped her ass, pulling her hips flush against mine. She could feel how hard I was, how much I wanted her, and she moaned into my mouth, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through my entire body.

"I need you," I breathed against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "Right now."

"Then take me," she gasped, her head falling back against the wall, giving me better access to her throat. "I'm yours."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I reached down and fumbled with the hem of her skirt, pushing it up around her waist. My fingers found the band of her panties, and I pulled them down in one swift motion. She stepped out of them, and I pocketed them, another trophy for the night. My hand went between her legs again, and she was even wetter than before. She bucked against my hand, silently begging for more.

I quickly undid my jeans, pushing them down just enough to free myself. I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. Her back was against the wall, her arms around my neck, and we were face to face in the darkness. I could see the faint glint of her eyes, wide with anticipation.

"Look at me," I commanded softly.

She did, her gaze locked with mine as I positioned myself at her entrance. I teased her for a moment, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick folds, making her whimper with impatience. Then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, I was inside her. We both gasped at the sensation, the feeling of finally, perfectly connecting. She was so tight, so warm, so incredibly wet.

I started to move, slowly at first, building a rhythm that was both punishing and tender. Each thrust pushed her harder against the wall, the friction of her dress against the rough concrete a stark contrast to the smooth, slick heat of our joining. The only sounds in the small room were our ragged breaths, the soft slap of skin against skin, and her whispered encouragements.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Please, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I drove into her harder, faster, my own need spiraling out of control. I could feel her getting close again, her muscles clenching around me, her body arching towards mine. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, and rubbed it in tight, fast circles.

That was all it took. Her entire body went rigid, and she cried out, a sharp, strangled sound that I immediately muffled with my own mouth. Her orgasm ripped through her, and I felt the waves of it pulsing around me, pulling me over the edge with her. I buried my face in her neck as I came, spilling into her with a force that left me shaking.

We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies pressed together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. The world outside the storage room had ceased to exist. It was just the two of us, in the dark, tangled up in each other.

Finally, I set her down gently, her legs a little unsteady. We helped each other straighten our clothes, our hands lingering, our touches soft and tender now. I pulled her panties from my pocket and handed them to her. She took them with a small, shy smile.

"We should probably get back," she whispered.

"Yeah," I agreed, though neither of us moved. I leaned in and kissed her again, a soft, lingering kiss this time. "Round two when we get home?"

She laughed, a low, sexy sound. "You'd better believe it."

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door a crack. The coast was clear. We slipped out of the storage room and back into the corridor, two innocuous moviegoers returning from the restroom. But as we walked back to the theater, our hands brushing against each other, we both knew we were carrying a secret that was far more thrilling than anything on the silver screen.

The walk back to our seats felt like traversing a different planet. The air in the main corridor was bright and loud, a stark contrast to the close, intimate darkness of the storage room. I could still smell her on my fingers, feel the phantom clench of her body around mine, and the secret we shared felt like a physical weight, a warm, humming shield between us and the rest of the world. As we approached our row, I saw Mark and his girlfriend, Sarah, leaning towards each other, deep in whispered conversation.

They looked up as we slid back into our seats. "Everything okay?" Mark asked, his eyes scanning us with casual curiosity. "You were gone a while. The lines were crazy, right?"

Sana, to her immense credit, didn't miss a beat. She gave a small, slightly flustered laugh that was utterly convincing. "Crazy is an understatement. I think every person in this cinema decided they needed the restroom at the exact same time." She glanced at me, a playful sparkle in her eye. "He had to rescue me from a chatty woman in line who was determined to give me her entire life story."

I chuckled, playing along. "It was a harrowing experience. I'm just glad we made it back for the climax." The double meaning wasn't lost on Sana, who suppressed a smile by pretending to be engrossed in the screen.

"Ugh, tell me about it," Sarah chimed in, completely buying the story. "The popcorn line was a nightmare."

We settled back into our seats, but the dynamic had shifted irrevocably. The dark theater was no longer our private sanctuary. It was now a stage where we had to perform normalcy. The movie, which had been our thrilling backdrop, now felt like an intrusion. Every loud explosion and dramatic swell of music felt like it was trying to shout over the roaring in my ears. Sana sat beside me, her presence a constant, tantalizing distraction. I could feel the heat of her thigh next to mine, and I had to physically restrain myself from reaching for her hand.

The awkwardness was a delicious, low hum under the surface. We exchanged a few quick, stolen glances. In the flickering light of the screen, I could see the flush still on her cheeks, the slight swelling of her lips. She caught me looking and gave me a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk before turning her attention back to the film, a clear message that she was just as lost in the memory as I was.

When the credits finally rolled and the lights came up, it was like being doused with cold water. The spell was broken completely. We were just four friends, blinking in the harsh fluorescent light, the remnants of popcorn and soda littering the floor around us.

"Well, that was something," Mark said, stretching his arms over his head. "What did you guys think?"

"It was great," Sana said, her voice a little too bright. "Really kept you on the edge of your seat."

"Yeah, definitely," I added, hoping I sounded convincing.

As we made our way out of the theater and into the cool night air, the usual post-movie chatter began. Mark and Sarah were debating a plot point, but my mind was elsewhere. I was already thinking about the car, about the short drive home, about what would happen the second we were alone again. The anticipation was a physical ache.

We said our goodbyes in the parking lot, the usual promises to "do this again soon" feeling hollow and meaningless. The moment Sana and I were in the car, with the doors shut and the outside world muffled, the air crackled again.

I didn't even wait to pull out of the parking spot. I turned to her, my hand going to the back of her neck, pulling her across the console and crashing my lips against hers. The kiss was frantic, desperate, a release of all the pent-up tension from the past hour. Her hands were in my hair, her tongue dueling with mine, tasting of popcorn and unspoken desire.

"Drive," she breathed against my mouth, her voice husky. "Now."

I put the car in drive and peeled out of the parking lot, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. The city streets blurred past us, the traffic lights a smear of color. My right hand, however, was not on the wheel. It had found its way back to her thigh, pushing her dress up. Her legs fell open immediately, an open invitation.

I didn't waste any time. My fingers slid into her, and she was already soaked, ready for me again. I drove with one hand, my eyes flicking between the road and the beautiful sight of her head thrown back against the seat, her lips parted in a silent moan as my fingers worked their magic.

"Pull over," she gasped, her hand covering mine, pressing it deeper. "Right now."

I didn't need to be told twice. I swerved into a dark, empty side street, cutting the engine and plunging us into shadows. The moment the car was still, she was on me. She climbed over the console, straddling my lap in the driver's seat, her knees pressing into the worn leather on either side of my thighs.

There was no time for finesse, no need for words. She fumbled with my jeans, her hands shaking with urgency, and I lifted my hips to help her push them down. She positioned herself over me, her eyes locked on mine in the dim glow of the dashboard lights, and then she sank down, taking all of me in one slow, fluid motion.

We both cried out, the sound raw and unrestrained in the confined space of the car. She began to ride me, her movements hard and fast, her hands braced against the roof of the car. The windows began to steam up, obscuring the outside world completely. It was just the two of us, the sound of our ragged breaths, the creak of the leather, and the slap of our bodies coming together in a desperate, frantic rhythm.

I gripped her hips, guiding her, pulling her down harder with each thrust. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, her breasts bouncing freely with the movement. I leaned forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting gently. She cried out my name, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me to her.

The build-up was fast and intense. I could feel her tightening around me, her movements becoming more erratic. "Come with me," she panted, her voice a ragged whisper. "Please, come with me."

I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit, and that was her undoing. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on me so tightly it sent me spiraling over the edge right behind her. I came with a hoarse shout, burying my face in her chest as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

We collapsed against each other, a sweaty, breathless, tangled heap in the front seat of my car. The world slowly came back into focus—the tick of the cooling engine, the distant wail of a siren, the fogged-up windows that had become our private, steamy cocoon.

Sana lifted her head, her face flushed and her hair a mess. She looked beautiful. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips. "So," she whispered, her voice still thick with sex. "I think that was a better ending than the movie."

I laughed, pulling her in for a soft, lingering kiss. "Definitely a better ending."

The frantic, desperate energy that had consumed us in the car began to soften, ebbing away into a warm, languid afterglow. Sana slowly pushed herself off my lap, her movements slow and sated. Instead of returning to the passenger seat, she settled sideways, leaning her back against the door. In the dim glow of a passing streetlight, I watched her. With a soft sigh, she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it into the back seat, leaving her completely naked. She drew her knees up to her chest, resting her cheek on them, looking utterly at peace and breathtakingly beautiful in the quiet intimacy of the car's interior.

I took a deep breath, the scent of her, of us, filling the small space. I quickly pulled my jeans back up, leaving my shirt off and settling for just my underwear. I needed to focus, to get us home safely. I turned the key in the ignition, and the engine rumbled back to life. The drive was silent, a comfortable, peaceful silence. The city lights streaked past, painting fleeting colors across her sleeping form. Her breathing had become deep and even, her body completely relaxed in sleep. I glanced over at her every few seconds, a fierce, protective tenderness swelling in my chest. Seeing her so vulnerable, so trusting, was more intimate than anything we had done all night.

When I finally pulled into our driveway, I cut the engine, and the sudden silence was profound. She was still asleep, her lips slightly parted, a faint smile on her face. I didn't want to wake her. I quietly got out of the car, opened the back door to grab the soft fleece blanket we kept there, and then gently opened her door. I carefully draped the blanket over her, covering her naked body from the cool night air.

Leaning in, I slid one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her into my arms. She was lighter than I expected, a warm, trusting weight in my arms. Her head lolled against my shoulder, and she murmured something incoherent in her sleep, snuggling closer. I kicked the car door shut with my foot and carried her towards the front door, fumbling slightly with the keys before managing to unlock it.

Inside, the house was dark and still. I carried her through the living room and down the hall to our bedroom, my steps careful and quiet. I gently laid her down on the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress. I pulled the fluffy white comforter up over her, tucking it around her shoulders. She looked like an angel, her hair fanned out across the pillow, her face serene in the moonlight streaming through the window.

I stood there for a long moment, just watching her sleep. My heart felt so full it ached. I leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead. Her skin was warm and smelled faintly of her perfume and our shared passion.

After Tzuyu took a few pictures to post to her fans on Instagram, highlighting her beautiful red outfit, which she liked the most, she headed towards the car you were assigned to take her home. Her beauty was indeed otherworldly, and the more you looked at her, the more it felt like you were falling in love.

The journey towards Tzuyu's home went smoothly, and you were ready to park the car and open the door for her to get off until you heard a few wet noises come out from her side.

You looked at Tzuyu and saw her touching herself around her genital area. You were shocked such a shy beauty was so shameless to start masturbating in front of you. "What are you doing?" you ask her.

"Can't you see, manager oppa?" Tzuyu asked, keeping the pace of her masturbation. "Wanna see how wet I am?" she asks, pulling her panties to the side and showing you her pussy. You touch it, impressed by it being the prettiest pussy you've ever seen. "Wanna come inside, manager?" "I need someone to make me cum for the night," she continues.

Tzuyu takes the small vibrator out of her pussy, dropping some juices onto the car's seat. "I was feeling so good performing with this on," she says. "So that's why you were doing all those moves on stage?" you ask her. "Of course, manager oppa," she answers.

"Come inside, manager oppa," Tzuyu says, opening the car's door and guiding you upstairs into her house. "Look how wet that pussy is," she says, putting a couple of fingers inside it and tasting it while licking the vibrator.

Tzuyu opens the door of her bedroom for you. "I can make you cum without using my hands or my pussy," she says to you. "Wow, then show me," you tell her. "Lie on my bed," she commands. "This is the only time I'll use my hands," she continues, pulling your pants down and making your already hard cock promptly pop out.

"Are you ready for the no-hands challenge?" Tzuyu asks. She stays true to her words, impaling her pretty face straight on your hard pole. You're amazed by that view, one of the prettiest faces you've ever seen just getting stuffed full of your cock. She starts sucking it, making soft moaning sounds as she gets it deeper and deeper in her throat fairly easily.

"Oh shit, oh fuck," you moan, Tzuyu giving you an amazing no-hands blowjob. "Where did you learn those moves?" you ask her, hearing no answer as she stays focused on sucking your cock as hard as possible. You truly feel this could be paradise, that incredible Taiwanese beauty just shaking her mouth all over your cock nonstop, showing you how much she wanted something like this.

Tzuyu licks your shaft, her hands behind her back as she brags about getting your cock already throbbing hard. "Looks like it was very easy to get this big boy up," she says, taking it back in her mouth and getting her hair out of her face for you to get a better view of it sucking that big, fat cock. She takes it deep in her throat, getting sloppier as the blowjob goes on, her head-bobbing getting stronger and stronger.

You stay strong despite Tzuyu's incredible cock-sucking skill, telling her you never came from a blowjob before. "What else do you have?" You said you could make me cum without using your hands or pussy. I don't doubt it, but I think you'll need more," you tease her. "What else do I have? Well, let me show you, Manager Oppa," she answers.

"You know, manager oppa, the challenge was just using no hands or pussy, but I can use every other part of my body," she says, climbing up the bed after a few extra suckings and some worshipping of your balls. "Can you use your feet?" you ask her. "Of course," she says, bringing some lube and putting it on your cock as she wraps it between her soft yet a little sore feet after tonight's performance.

Tzuyu quickly picks up the pace, stroking your cock with her feet quite strongly. "I'll be so satisfied when I make you cum; that feels so good on my feet. I love watching your big cock sliding between them, manager oppa," she says, adding a little more lube to keep going with her strong massage. "Can you show me your tits?" you ask her. "Of course, manager oppa," Tzuyu answers, taking her top off and teasing you as she covers them at first before unveiling it.

The footjob continues for a couple more minutes, Tzuyu smiling as she enjoys the touch of your cock. Your cock hasn't been this hard in a while, and Tzuyu makes it even harder as she gets herself naked, playing with herself while stroking it, giving you the most amazing view of your life as she touches her pussy and lets out some soft moans out of her mouth.

"You like watching me playing with my pussy, manager oppa?" Tzuyu asks you, spreading her long legs for you to see. She keeps touching her clit and grabbing her cute boobs as she strokes your cock with her feet. You love seeing every inch of her tall, hot body, but the tan lines around her boobs and her crotch are what drive you crazy the most. "I know I can make you cum at any minute," she says. "And I'm gonna use my not-so-secret weapon to do it," she continues.

Tzuyu gets on top of you, crushing your cock with her thick thighs. You can quickly tell why she's earned the thighwanese nickname: the strength of her thighs squeezing your cock feels like your shaft just got smashed by a pair of 50-ton trucks. You can't resist and start humping your cock against them, fucking Tzuyu's amazing thighs the way you want to fuck her pussy, the bed creaking as you use all your strength trying to get past her meaty thighs.

You keep pushing as hard as you can, Tzuyu's honey thighs giving your cock no room to breathe. You grab her ass and keep pumping your cock between her thighs. "Oh, fuck," you groan. Your shaft rubs against Tzuyu's wet pussy, her thighs completely owning you. "Oh wow," you say as Tzuyu is now the one moving her body to meet your cock, pressing it right against her wet folds. You try to answer her moves by thrusting as hard as you can, but Tzuyu is relentless and meets your thrusts pound to pound.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," you announce. These words coming out of your mouth only make Tzuyu push harder. "Cum for me, manager oppa," she commands, burying your shaft even further between her thighs. That makes you finally lose, pouring a waterfall of jizz all over her thick thighs. "Damn, I can't believe you made me cum like that," you tell her.

"Looks like I won the no-hands challenge," Tzuyu says with a big smile. You worship her like a goddess, cleaning the cum from her thighs with your tongue. "I'm just starting, manager oppa," she tells you. She promptly sits on your face, her tan lines around her pussy driving you crazy. "Worship me, manager oppa," she commands, you promptly obliging and eating her pussy out.

"Oh my God, yesss," Tzuyu moans as her pussy is all over your face. She spread her ass, enjoying your tongue all over her folds. "Fuck, you taste so good," you tell her. "Yes, my pussy tastes like paradise, manager oppa," she says. You can tell Tzuyu's pussy has some kind of magic effect on you, as your cock quickly gets hard again as you savor her honey juices.

"Damn, I've never eaten a pussy this good before," you tell Tzuyu, praising her gates of heaven and putting a pair of fingers circling her clit. "Thank you, Manager Oppa," Tzuyu says. "But are you ready to knock on my door?" she asks, spreading her long legs and guiding your cock inside her pussy, making it disappear between the tan line on her crotch.

"Oh my God," you groan as you enter Tzuyu's pussy. You thrust very slowly, enjoying watching her finger her clit. "You like that tight pussy, manager oppa?" she asks. "Yes, fuck, it's so tight," you say, very surprised. "And your cock feels so good inside it," she says.

"Fuck, that pussy is so hot," you tell Tzuyu, giving her tits a soft massage as you try to go deeper, but her tightness makes it really hard. "Looks like you need some more lube, manager oppa," she tells you, picking it up and pouring it on your cock.

"Stick that cock back in me, manager oppa, oh yes," Tzuyu says as she pushes it back in her pussy. "Fuck, you've got such an incredible pussy," you can't stop praising it. You finally manage to get deep inside her tall body. "YES, YES, YES," Tzuyu moans, her walls squeezing your cock as hard as possible. "Your pussy feels like paradise," you tell her.

"You should let me ride that big cock, manager oppa," Tzuyu says. "It's all yours," you tell her, lying on the bed. Tzuyu prepares it masterfully, sucking, stroking, and spitting on your cock as she gets ready to get on top of it, slapping it a couple times with her tongue for good measure as well. You start thrusting upward, fucking her pretty face as she takes your cock deep in her throat.

Tzuyu shares some kisses with you and rubs your shaft against her honey thighs as she prepares to spice things up. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," she promises, stroking your cock a little bit more and enjoying edging you while kissing and smiling at you, stroking your cock hard to get it fully ready to jump on it, even rubbing it against the tan lines of her boobs.

"I'm gonna take every inch of it," Tzuyu says, adding some extra lube as she moves to sit on your cock. "Fuck, you're amazing," you tell her. Tzuyu keeps teasing you, licking your shaft a couple more times before her pretty mouth gets replaced by her wet folds grinding against your shaft, her tan lines. "Are you ready, manager oppa?" she asks. "Yes," you promptly answer her.

Tzuyu once again fulfills her promise, taking every inch of your cock inside her pussy. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," she says just as she starts riding your cock, her soft moans as she starts very slow, adjusting to your massive length as she moves her baby-making hips. "Fuck yeah," she moans, a little out of breath after a tiring concert, but ready to ride it.

Tzuyu quickly finds the sweet spots inside her pussy, directing her bounces right at them. You look at her incredible body moving up and down your cock completely mesmerized, wondering how can a girl be so beautiful from head to toe like she is. Every part of her body is flawless: her pretty face, her cute boobs, her long torso, her pink pussy, her tanned skin, her long legs, and, best of all, her honey thighs.

"OH MY GOD, FUCK, AH, YEAH," Tzuyu moans as she tries to bounce as hard as she can, opening and closing her long legs in a very fast motion. "OH MY GOD, YES, YES, YES," she screams, her ass clapping against her hips. She slows down a bit, spinning on your cock and then pulling it out a bit to taste herself, sucking it like crazy and spitting all over your tip before some hard strokes and kissing you.

"Bounce harder," you tell Tzuyu, who promptly obliges and gives you the hardest possible ride. "You like my tight pussy wrapped all over your big cock, manager oppa?" she asks, not backing down and riding you like her life depended on it. "Oh wow, that's so fucking hot," you praise her.

Indeed, having sex with Tzuyu sometimes feels like the closest thing to fucking an actual goddess. "Oh, I love bouncing on this cock," she says to you. "It feels amazing when you bounce on it, baby," you tell her. Tzuyu slows down, taking a few long strokes up and down it, letting every inch sink inside her pink pussy. "Fuck, that's so hot," you tell her.

"I could ride this all night," Tzuyu says, fingering her clit and moaning harder. "OH MY GOD, FUCK YEAH," she screams. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES, I'M GONNA CUM," she announces, a couple of juices dripping down her pussy. "Come taste it, manager oppa," she says, grinding her folds in your face. You seize the opportunity of her riding your face again, tonguing her folds as hard as you can. "You want me to cum on your face, manager oppa?" Tzuyu asks. Of course you do, and hearing those words makes you push even harder.

"FUCKKKKK," Tzuyu moans as she squirts all over your face. You grab her legs, letting her thighs suffocate you as she closes them on your face and smashes it. You then grab her and pin her against the bed, sharing some passionate kisses with her. "I fucking love the way you fuck me," she says. You worship her body, licking her juicy pussy as she spreads it open for you. "OH FUCK," she moans.

"Sit on that cock, I want more," you tell Tzuyu. This time, she turns around, showing you her perfect ass as she goes back to bounce on your cock. "OH YES, YES, YES, YES," she moans. "I fucking love the way you ride it," you tell her, the tan lines on her butt driving you crazy. She glides along your cock at a leisurely pace. "Oh my God, that feels so fucking good," she says, spreading her ass and moaning.

"I feel so slutty riding my manager's cock," Tzuyu tells you. She spins a bit, squatting hard on your dick as her butt claps against your crotch. She grabs her ass, driving you even crazier. "Bet my tight, wet pussy feels amazing all over that cock," she says.

You can no longer resist the urge and start pumping up Tzuyu's pussy. "Please, don't stop, pound my tight little pussy," she begs, spreading her legs to take your hard thrusts. "OH MY GOD, YES, RIGHT THERE, FUCK YESSSS, FUCK BABY," she screams, reacting as she tries to regain control of the bounce. But you don't let her, just smashing your balls against her clit and pumping her like a piston. "OH FUCKKKKK," she screams, getting out of breath as you hammer her pussy nonstop, reaching from behind to finger her clit and making her legs tremble.

"YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK, FUCK," Tzuyu moans. "FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE, JUST LIKE THAT, THAT'S WHAT I WANT, PLEASE, GIVE ME MORE, FUCK," she keeps screaming, you using her pussy as hard as possible, turning her into a fucktoy. "I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM," she announces, closing her eyes and opening her mouth as her pussy gets obliterated until she squirts and grinds all over your cock. You grab her tits as she pulls out. "Oh, I wanna taste it," she says, deepthroating your cock and taking all her juices from it.

"Fuck my face with that shiny cock," Tzuyu commands as you pump up her pretty face and pound her throat hard, making her gag, but not more as she makes you groan. "Oh my God," you groan as Tzuyu handles your cock like a champion, sharing some sloppy kisses after you're done. "I love that cock so fucking much," she says, kissing you and giving it more strokes. "Keep fucking my face," she commands, you promptly obliging as her face proves to be just as tight and heavenly as her pussy.

Tzuyu licks your tip and spits on your cock as she easily wins the challenge. "I want you to fuck me like a real man," she says. You push her hot body in your direction and hammer her pussy as hard as possible. "Fuck, my wet pussy is gonna keep cumming on that cock again and again," Tzuyu says, still managing to bounce hard even with her tall body tilted forward.

You pour some lube in Tzuyu's ass. "Yeah, get it shiny and wet," she says, whispering a few dirty words in your ear for good measure. "I love feeling every inch of that cock in my pussy," she says as you tease her with slow thrusts before going all in and pounding her hard, enjoying her pretty face moaning in front of you. "OH FUCK, YES, RIGHT THERE," Tzuyu screams as she gets her cheeks clapped hard. You grab her ass and push her against your shaft. "Yes, make me bounce up and down on that cock until I cum again," she commands.

"YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, MAKE ME CUM ON THAT COCK," Tzuyu commands as you grab her waist and push her even further down. "FUCKKKKK," she screams, giving your cock a little attempt at twerking like she learned from Mina. You put a couple of fingers in her asshole and massage it before pounding her pussy hard. "DON'T FUCKING STOP, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, HARDER, HARDER, HARDER, OH FUCK," she screams, her body shaking as you take her breath away and make her reach another juicy orgasm.

You come to a stop to admire Tzuyu's pretty face, letting her slowly move on your cock while you massage her asshole. She pulls out and starts stroking your cock again, licking it from balls to tip and spitting on it. "So fucking good," you tell her. She picks up her bracelet and wraps it around your cock, using it like a cock ring and trapping all the blood that rushed to your head to keep your cock throbbing as hard as possible.

But soon, it doesn't take long for Tzuyu to be ready for more. "Bend me over," Tzuyu says as she gets herself on all fours in bed. You dive between her cheeks and tongue her asshole. "Oh yes, work that tongue in my ass," she tells you, reaching to finger her pussy as she shakes her butt in your face. "Oh yeah," she moans.

"Are you gonna give it to me, manager oppa?" "Yes, please, give it to me, I want more," Tzuyu begs as you grab her waist and insert your cock back in her pussy. "Oh, fuck yeah," she moans as you take it slow, looking at her pretty moaning face all the way down in the bed as you thrust deep inside her pussy. You grab her ass and look at her beautiful back, especially her tan line as she spreads her cheeks open.

"I'm such a good slut for Manager Oppa," Tzuyu says as she just lets you take every inch of your cock in her pussy. "Keep it open," you command, Tzuyu giving you a few winks with her asshole. "OH YES," she screams. You add some extra lube to your cock, her pussy looking tighter than ever. "You feel so good inside me, manager oppa," she says, moving her body in your direction. You quickly grab her butt and take back control, still going slow as her pussy squeezes your cock.

"Fuck me hard and deep, manager oppa," Tzuyu begs. You do as she asks, pushing your cock as hard as possible. "Please, give it to me hard, make me cum," she begs. "MORE, MORE, MORE, OH YES, RIGHT THERE," she starts screaming just as police sirens also scream down the street. But Tzuyu manages to be even louder than them.

"OH FUCK YES, PLEASE, I WANNA CUM ON THAT COCK AGAIN, OH MY GOD, FUCK," Tzuyu screams as you make her tits jiggle hard. "DON'T STOP, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE," she continues to beg, putting her face down and ass up like a perfect slut. You two feel a little tired, you slowing down while Tzuyu reaches to finger her very wet pussy. "Fuck this pussy, manager oppa, make it yours; I want more," she begs, moving her hips in your direction.

You pound Tzuyu hard. "OH MY GOD, YES, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, DON'T FUCKING STOP," she screams, coating her bedsheets with her juices. "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME OH SHITTTT," she keeps screaming. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," she continues to scream as you hit hard and deep all the way into her cervix. You put her in a spooning position. "Oh yes, give me all that fucking cock," she commands, you pumping her pussy so hard to the point it slides out of it. "Put it back, put it back," Tzuyu commands, you slowing down to admire her beauty and look at her sexy tan lines as your cock slides in and out of her pussy.

"Right fucking there, don't stop," Tzuyu commands as you keep pounding her. "Don't fucking slow down, take that pussy, please," she begs. You suck her tits as they jiggle like pinballs with your hard thrusts. "YES, YES, YES, FUCK, OHHHH FUCKKK, YES, YES, YES," she screams, rolling her eyes as you grab her trembling legs.

"I fucking love what your cock does to me, manager oppa," Tzuyu says, rubbing her pussy. "I want you to fill my tight pussy up with that cock, every fucking inch; that's what I like," she says. Her words motivate you even if you are almost getting close to falling asleep. "YES, JUST FUCKING USE MY PUSSY WITH YOUR COCK, FUCK, PLEASE DON'T STOP, MAKE ME CUM SO HARD, FUCKKKK," she screams, you taking Tzuyu's hot body and making it yours. "YES, YES, YES," she keeps screaming, moving her hips against your cock.

"Where should I cum?" you ask Tzuyu, giving her some hot kisses. "Deep in my pussy," Tzuyu says. You know there is only one way this could go: putting her in the perfect position to creampie the maknae as you spread her long legs and put her in a mating press position. "USE THAT PUSSY TO MAKE YOU CUM, USE THAT PUSSY TO MAKE YOU CUM, GIVE IT ALL TO ME, BREED MY FUCKING PUSSY, MANAGER OPPA," Tzuyu screams, driving you crazy.

Tzuyu puts her legs up and just lets you take over. You thrust hard and deep in her pussy. "OH MY GOD, PLEASE, FILL ME UP," she begs you, spreading her legs wide open as you look into her pretty face. You pound her pussy balls deep, getting closer and closer at each second. "Cum inside me, manager oppa, please, cum inside me," she begs you.

You drain your balls in Tzuyu's pussy, your cum dripping into her honey thighs as you pull out of her tight pussy. Tzuyu spreads her pussy for you to show you the massive load you gave her. You two are so exhausted that both of you fall asleep shortly after sharing some kisses.

You wake up the next morning, Tzuyu still asleep after a hard night of performing and fucking. You look at her beautiful naked body and stroke your cock to it, eventually unable to control yourself and waking her up with a big load right in her pretty face.

"Wow, manager oppa, you're so sweet, already waking me up with milk for breakfast," she says, tasting your cum.

"Crap, we are late to work," you tell Tzuyu.

"What work?" Tzuyu asks. "I need to bring you back to practice at JYP," you tell her.

"No, it's my day off; the only work you'll be doing will be right here," she tells you.

Tzuyu reaches into a drawer to the side of her bed and grabs a butt plug. She tosses the blanket down, gets herself on all fours, and shoves it up her asshole.

“Let’s go have a couple of drinks,” I said, rising and wrapping my arms around the waists of these two beauties, leading them to the mini bar at home. Though called a mini bar, its setup rivaled any outside establishment, stocked with a full array of liquors, complete with two private booths and a large sectional sofa that could seat thirty people.

“What would you like to drink?” I asked, opening the cabinet while the two sat at the bar counter.

“I’ll have that cocktail you made last time,” Sana said, gesturing with her fingers toward the rainbow cocktail from before.

“I’ll take brandy,” Tzuyu replied, a hint of shyness in her voice.

I deftly set to work preparing the drinks. “Coming right up.”

Soon, two glasses were placed on the counter, one for Tzuyu and one for Sana, who sipped them slowly. I poured myself a brandy and sat between them. Soft music played in the mini bar as the three of us formed a triangle around the round bar table’s sofa.

I found myself captivated, my gaze wandering over their bodies. Sana caught my stare, a knowing flicker in her eyes, and smiled playfully, asking, “Oppa, between me and Tzuyu, who looks better in this outfit?”

Tzuyu, hearing the topic, lifted her head, her bright eyes fixed on me, as if awaiting my verdict. I knew comparing them in the same outfit wouldn’t be easy, though it felt a bit trivial. Still, I devised a way to dodge the question for now.

“Both of you, stand up and walk a few steps in the dance floor in the middle. Let me see,” I said, pointing to the bar’s dance area.

Tzuyu and Sana exchanged a glance. As Twice members, each had their pride, unwilling to lose in this arena, their eyes sparking with competitive fire, ready for a showdown.

“Who goes first?” Sana turned to Tzuyu.

“Unnie, you go first,” Tzuyu replied humbly.

Sana stepped onto the dance floor first, moving to the rhythm of the soft music, her slender frame swaying as she walked with cat-like grace from one end to the other. Step by step, she embodied a coquettish beauty, pausing occasionally to strike provocative poses. Tzuyu, noticing my attention drawn to Sana’s elegant moves, frowned slightly, her nostrils flaring.

“Hmph,” Tzuyu huffed softly. I turned to see her step onto the dance floor. Sana stepped aside, watching quietly as Tzuyu mimicked her earlier moves, tossing her long black hair with her hand, letting it cascade in the air. Seeing Tzuyu begin to outshine her, Sana rejoined the dance floor, and the two moved back and forth in straight lines, striking sexy poses in unison, sometimes resting hands on each other’s shoulders for dual poses. Dressed in the same outfit, their synchronized movements gave off an almost twin-like vibe.

Watching Sana and Tzuyu’s special stage performance, my mind flashed to some of their ad photos. After a six-to-seven-minute show, they returned to their seats, their eyes once again on me, clearly awaiting my judgment!

I silently compared them. Tzuyu’s figure was slightly better than Sana’s, her hips more pert, but Sana’s deeper cleavage and fuller breasts drawing my gaze irresistibly. Coming from a business family, Sana knew how to play to her strengths, leaning forward naturally to reveal her deep cleavage, making my throat dry. Tzuyu, having been around me for some years, had learned to highlight her assets and downplay her weaknesses.

“Oppa, so who looks better in this?” Sana leaned in, grabbing my hand and pressing it firmly against her ample chest, holding it there while cooing, “Oppa, Oppa,” in an increasingly sultry tone. Seeing Sana’s bold move, Tzuyu refused to back down, climbing onto my lap, guiding my other hand around her slim waist, her firm buttocks grinding against my crotch.

“Oppa, who looks better?” Tzuyu asked, her bright eyes locking onto mine.

With one beauty in my arms and another offering her chest, the symphony of their voices felt like paradise.

“Both of you look stunning. Sana’s got that sweet, sexy vibe, while Tzuyu’s got a pure, sensual charm,” I finally managed after some thought.

“Tch,” they both pouted, realizing no further verdict would come from me, and called a truce.

I wrapped my right arm around Tzuyu’s hourglass waist, slowly exploring through her clothes, bending to kiss her alluring fair collarbone. “Tzuyu, you’re absolutely breathtaking!”

“Oppa!” Sana whined jealously from the side.

“Yes! Yes, yes! And our Sana too!” I withdrew my hand from her chest, pulling her into my other arm, seating her on my other leg, and showered kisses on her ears, behind them, her tender neck, and collarbone.

After a dozen or so kisses, I gazed at the two young women perched on my legs—equally stunning faces, seductive figures, and flawless, tender skin. The brief stage performance had left them slightly sweaty, their natural scents mingling with their perfumes, creating an intoxicating aroma.

In this small space on the sofa, the blend of their fragrances stirred a restless heat in my lower abdomen, igniting a forbidden desire.

After kissing Sana, I turned to kiss Tzuyu’s red lips and exposed chest, leaving her breathless. As Sana, dazed from my kisses, felt the attention shift, a flicker of jealousy sparked. She rose from my lap, climbed onto the round table ahead, and devised a plan.

Watching Sana guide my free hand into her mouth, gently sucking and licking, then trailing down her chest to slip under her skirt, I was shocked to find only a thong beneath. With her guidance, a slight tug allowed my fingers to slide into the delicate crease between her labia.

Sana tilted her head back, and as she directed, my fingers moved slowly within her, her sensitive vagina responding with lubricating fluids after dozens of strokes. Overwhelmed by pleasure, her moans grew incessant, deep and enticing, like praise and an aphrodisiac. My fingers slid in and out of her slick warmth, feeling the tight, hot walls, occasionally grazing her G-spot, causing her body to shudder, her juices dripping down my hand onto the table, forming a glistening puddle. I increased the pressure, using my middle and ring fingers to delve deeper, twisting to tease her sensitive spots, her moans escalating: “Ah… Oppa… so… good…”

Sana’s teasing ignited a fierce desire in me, my groin swelling painfully. Tzuyu, perched on my lap, felt my erection against her thigh and spurred by Sana’s lead, her competitive spirit flared. Skillfully, she unbuckled my belt, deftly freeing my engorged penis from my pants. Kneeling between my legs, she extended her pink tongue, delicately licking the tip as if savoring ice cream, then opened her mouth wide, engulfing the head, her tongue swirling around the ridge, occasionally sucking gently, sending waves of pleasure through me. Her head bobbed up and down, producing “slurp slurp” sounds, saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth, trailing down my thigh in a shiny line.

“Oh… Tzuyu… so… good… deeper… yes… just like that… keep going,” I groaned, reveling in the warmth of her mouth while my fingers continued exploring Sana’s depths, the dual sensations nearly overwhelming me. Tzuyu’s oral skills, honed over years, were masterful—her tongue danced along the shaft, sometimes grazing with her teeth for a sharp thrill. Her throat enveloped me, a faint gag escaping, yet she pressed on, speeding up, her hands gently massaging my testicles, driving me wild. Her tongue circled the tip, coating my penis in saliva with “slurp” sounds. As I felt a spasm building, I growled, “Tzuyu… I’m going to…” and released into her mouth, thick semen flooding her throat. She swallowed eagerly, some spilling from her lips, dripping onto her chest, staining her dress, a sticky residue lingering in her cleavage.

“Tzuyu, stop!” I pulled my slick penis from her mouth, panting, “Let me finish with Sana first, then I’ll get to you.” Tzuyu obediently retreated to a single sofa, wiping the semen from her lips with a hint of pride, waiting patiently, her hands clutching her skirt, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Sana, witnessing this, ignited with rivalry, huffing softly, wiggling her hips to urge me on.

I turned to Sana, withdrawing my fingers from beneath her skirt, holding them up—coated in her thick, translucent juices, warm and fragrant. “Look how wet you are. Time to take care of you properly,” I said, pulling her off the table, flipping her to lean over it. I hiked her skirt to her waist, revealing a black band like a tempting hula hoop, her snowy, pert buttocks clad only in a purple thong, the thin strip barely containing her firm flesh, her deep gluteal cleft exuding allure. Slowly peeling it off, I exposed her drenched vagina, labia slightly parted, inner pink glistening with moisture, an silent invitation, juices trickling down.

Gripping my throbbing penis, I aligned it with her entrance, easing in slowly. Her soaked vagina welcomed me, the head enveloped by her warm, elastic walls, feeling like a hot mouth. One hand pressed her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin, the other clutching her buttock as I advanced, savoring every inch of her textured depths. Fully sheathed, I began thrusting, starting gently then accelerating, the “smack smack” of flesh echoing, her buttocks quivering with each impact. Sana’s moans shifted from low to piercing, her usual clear voice reduced to raw desire. With varied paces, she whimpered “Ah… mm…”; hitting her cervix, she shrieked, “Oppa… too deep… ah!”; at full depth, she roared, “Oh… harder…”

“Sana, how’s that?” I panted, sweat dripping from my forehead onto her smooth back, tracing her spine to her cleft, mingling with her fluids.

“O… Oppa, ahhh… faster… ah… uh… I… aahhh,” Sana’s response was fragmented, lost in ecstasy. Her body trembled with each thrust, her vagina overflowing, juices streaming down her thighs, soaking my pants with warm stickiness. I intensified, driving deeper each time, her body jerking, hands clawing the table, nails scarring the wood. “Sana, look how wet you are? You’ve soaked my pants.”

“Oppa, don’t say that about me!” Sana propped herself up, face flushed, tears in her eyes, hair a messy tangle. “Isn’t this your fault? Ahh… harder… uh… ahh… fuck your… Sana to death.” Her taunting fueled me, and I slammed into her buttocks, my penis plunging faster, “slurp slurp” sounds rising, juices frothing white, splattering us both. Her walls contracted, nearly immobilizing me, and I growled, “Oh… Sana… squeeze… your hips… legs… tighter… ohh… god… ah… so good.” Her legs clamped my waist, toes curling, hips lifting, her vaginal muscles pulsing around me.

“Ahhh… Oppa… oh… I… gonna… cum,” Sana’s voice quickened, legs shaking, hips spasming in peak pleasure.

“Ah… no… Sana… hold on,” I tried delaying her climax, but she couldn’t, peaking before me. Her body arched, vagina convulsing, a hot stream gushing out, soaking the floor in a wide puddle, the scent intense. She collapsed on the table, panting heavily, juices dribbling down her thighs, pooling beneath.

I turned to Tzuyu, pulling her into my arms, kissing her red lips. Her soft, warm lips tasted of brandy; I probed with my tongue, entwining with hers, sucking her tip, savoring her saliva, occasionally tugging her lower lip. My hands slid under her skirt, lifting it to reveal pink lace panties, outlining her perfect hips, the center damp with her scent. Fingertips brushing the edge, her body quivered. “Our little maknae has grown up, huh? I remember the frog sergeant days, and now you’re this tempting?” I teased.

“Oppa!” Tzuyu pouted, cheeks blushing, a shy glint in her eyes, lips parting with warm breath.

“Okay, no more teasing! Come, Tzuyu, on the table,” I lifted her onto the table beside the resting Sana. Hoisting her legs over my shoulders, I thrust into her tight vagina with force. She cried out, “Oppa, gently… it hurts… ah!” Tighter than Sana’s, her entrance resisted, walls virgin-like, but her juices soon eased me in, “squelch” sounds rising.

Having watched our earlier encounter, her vagina was wet but the sudden entry pained her, brows furrowing. Adjusting, I held her legs high, thrusting rapidly, pulling down her straps to free her round breasts, nipples pink and erect like cherries under the light. I massaged them, thumbing her nipples, her body jerking with a “Ah…” moan, nipples hardening further, areolas expanding. “Tzuyu, have they grown bigger?” I marveled, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, breasts deforming under my grip.

“Not because of Oppa… ah… rub… ahh… bigger?” she gasped, breasts bouncing with my rhythm, nipples reddening from friction.

“Yes! I made them grow! Let’s rub more to outdo Momo!” I laughed, kneading harder, breasts spilling between my fingers, nipples tugged, eliciting soft moans, warmth rising.

“Ah… I don’t… uh… want… ahh… that big!” Tzuyu protested coyly, but her moans betrayed her pleasure, her vagina clenching me tighter, walls teasing my shaft.

Sana joined, wrapping an arm around Tzuyu’s neck, kissing her lips and collarbone, tongue flicking her earlobe, her other hand caressing Tzuyu’s breast, pinching her nipple for a sharp thrill. “Tzuyu, your lips are so soft,” Sana rasped, kissing her, breath hot.

“Sana unnie, oh…” Tzuyu began, cut off by Sana’s kiss. Their passion deepened, tongues intertwining, saliva exchanging with “pop pop” sounds, dripping onto Tzuyu’s collarbone. Sana’s hand slid to Tzuyu’s crotch, rubbing her clit through her panties, intensifying Tzuyu’s tremors, her vagina gripping me tighter, juices flowing, soaking her underwear.

The battle moved to the sofa, Tzuyu kneeling, cupping her full breasts around my penis. Soft and elastic, her deep cleavage enveloped me warmly, flesh smooth. She pushed upward, tightening the grip, nipples brushing my tip, sending shivers. Slowly, rhythmically, she spat warm saliva into her cleavage, lubricating with “squelch” sounds, breasts jiggling, nipples hardening, areolas widening.

“Oppa… like it?” Tzuyu looked up, eyes teasing, voice sultry, hair framing her chest seductively. She sped up, squeezing harder, cleavage nearly swallowing me, tip glistening. Pausing, she licked the head, tongue circling the ridge, sucking the slit, then resumed, breasts syncing, nipples grazing my base, electric jolts surging. She parted them briefly, then clamped back, mimicking penetration, driving me wild, saliva and sweat mixing with “slurp slurp” sounds.

I grabbed her hair, pressing down; she complied, taking me in, mouth and breasts combining, doubling the ecstasy. Her tongue danced inside, breasts moving, fluids blending, nipples scraping me sharply.

“Ready for another round.” I withdrew from her cleavaget. “Sana, come lick me, get me ready.”

Sana knelt, gripping my base, tongue lapping the head, taking me in, cleaning residual semen with “slurp” sounds. Opening wide, she deep throated me, throat muscles contracting, “gargle gargle” rising, saliva dripping onto the sofa. After minutes, my penis was slick and rigid.

I pulled out, drew Tzuyu close, flipped her onto the sofa. Her head against the edge, legs over my shoulders, I re-entered her tight warmth. “Uh… Oppa… ahh… oh… so good… ahhh… harder…” she moaned, vagina clenching, walls teasing me.

“Tzuyu… you’re… incredible,” I praised, thrusting fiercely, hitting her cervix, her body arching, screaming, “Ahhh… Oppa… faster… ah… more…” Her head thrashed, hair wild, sweat dripping, breasts flattened against me.

“Uh” “Ah” we climaxed together, semen flooding her, juices mixing, soaking the sofa. Withdrawing, Sana seized my penis, licking while rubbing it against her nipple, indenting it red.

Lost in lust, Sana stroked me frantically, fingers deftly working my base, thumb pressing below the tip, waves of pleasure building.

“Oppa, I’m ready. Come?”

Erect again, Sana lay on another sofa, legs spread, one hand on her chest, the other rubbing her clit, beckoning. Her labia were wet and red, clit quivering, juices dripping.

“Come! Oppa, want more here?”

“Oh! Our Sana’s insatiable today?”

“Oppa! Hurry!” Sana parted her lips, revealing her pink depths, fluids seeping.

“Here I come!” I thrust my hips forward, driving my penis deep into Sana’s core. The fullness in her honey pot drew a long, drawn-out “uh” from her, her face glowing with satisfaction. Her moans rose and fell with my movements—sometimes soft and melodic, sometimes sharp and high-pitched, shifting between cries and roars, echoing through the room.

As I thrust, I reached to knead her breasts, my thumb rolling over her nipple. Her body trembled, honey spilling out continuously, streaming down her thighs and soaking the sofa. Her breasts deformed under my hands, nipples hardening from the stimulation, areolas expanding with an enticing red flush. I shifted her position, laying her on her side with one leg raised to shoulder height, entering from the side. The angle drove my penis deeper, hitting her cervix, and she cried out louder: “Ah… Oppa… too deep… ah…” Her voice carried a sob, her long hair clinging messily to her face, sweat trickling down her forehead. I gripped her buttock with one hand, nails digging deep into her soft flesh, leaving red marks, while the other hand pinched her nipple, tugging hard to blend sharp pain with intense pleasure. In my fierce thrusts, her inner walls contracted, numbing my penis, honey churning into white foam that splashed onto my abdomen and her buttocks, the “smack smack” of our impact resounding, our union so slick it nearly slipped out of control.

Sana soon climaxed again, her honey gushing like a spring and soaking the sofa. Her body arched sharply, her legs trembling as her inner walls convulsed, clenching my penis tightly. Her breaths came in ragged, husky gasps, laced with an enticing allure. She collapsed, her buttocks still quivering faintly, honey trickling slowly down her inner thighs, dripping onto the sofa to form a small, sticky puddle. I turned to Tzuyu, who had already crawled up from another long sofa. She braced herself with both hands, her hips slightly raised, and moved toward the bar, glancing back with a seductive look in her eyes. Her gaze was provocative, her long hair swaying gently with each step, the hem of her skirt lifting to reveal her pale thighs. She climbed onto the bar, propping herself with one hand while leaning to the side, fully exposing her exquisite form. Her breasts hung slightly due to the pose, nipples erect, and with her other hand, she beckoned me, her voice soft and alluring: “Oppa, come here?”

I approached and pressed her into a ninety-degree bend, her long legs lifted high, toes nearly touching the bar’s edge. I grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneading them firmly, my fingertips sinking into the soft flesh as her breasts spilled out between my fingers. Her nipples hardened further under the stimulation, glowing with a pink hue. My penis slid back into her warm, wet honey pot, her inner walls gripping me tightly, emitting “slurp” sounds as honey flowed from our union, dripping onto the bar and releasing a strong, intoxicating scent. Tzuyu moaned, “Ah… Oppa… so deep… harder…” Her voice trembled, her buttocks quivering with each of my thrusts. I picked up the pace, slamming against her hips, the crisp “smack smack” of our contact ringing out, her flesh turning a rosy red. Her body shook, honey streaming down her thighs, dripping onto the bar in a string of glistening droplets. I leaned down to bite her collarbone, leaving faint red marks, and her cries grew louder: “Ah… Oppa… I’m going to…” Her head thrashed side to side, hair disheveled, sweat sliding down her neck.

I flipped her over, laying her on her back with her legs resting on my shoulders, driving my penis even deeper to hit her most sensitive spot. She clutched the bar’s edge, nails digging into the wood and leaving shallow scratches. Her head whipped back and forth, her orgasmic cries filling the room with a lewd atmosphere: “Ah… Oppa… too deep… ah…” Her breasts swayed with the motion, nipples standing erect against the air, areolas expanding with excitement. Feeling myself nearing my limit, I thrust harder, my hips crashing against her buttocks with “smack smack” sounds, and ejaculated inside her. Thick semen mixed with her honey, flowing out from our union, drenching the bar and leaving a sticky stain. As she climaxed, her body convulsed, legs instinctively tightening around my waist, honey spraying onto my thighs.

After a brief rest, I pulled Sana over. She had regained some energy, her cheeks still flushed, and knelt willingly to give me oral. Her tongue danced skillfully over my penis, circling the ridge and sucking the remaining semen, producing “slurp” sounds as saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, falling to the floor. Once I hardened again, I pushed her onto the bar, lifting one leg to its limit, her knee nearly touching her chest, and entered from the side. Her honey pot, hypersensitive after her climax, made her moan, “Oppa… slow… ah…” her voice breaking, but I didn’t stop, thrusting hard as my penis moved in and out of her slick walls, creating “slurp slurp” noises. Her hands gripped my arms, nails digging into my flesh and leaving red marks, honey flowing from our union, soaking her buttocks and inner thighs, dripping onto the bar.

Tzuyu joined in, kissing my lips, her tongue probing into my mouth to tangle with mine, her hands rubbing my chest, fingertips grazing my nipples with a tingling sensation. I thrust into Sana with one hand while fondling Tzuyu’s breasts with the other, kneading them as my thumb rolled over her nipple, eliciting soft moans from her. The three of us entwined, and Sana climaxed again, her honey pot contracting violently, numbing my penis as honey sprayed onto my hand. Her hoarse voice cried out, “Ah… Oppa… I… I’m going to…” I shifted to Tzuyu, pressing her down to ride me. She moved up and down eagerly, her honey pot enveloping me tightly, her inner folds rubbing against my penis. I spanked her, the handprint reddening her pale skin, and she moaned, “Ah… Oppa… so good…” Her breasts bounced before me, nipples erect, sweat trailing down her chest.

I had Sana lie on Tzuyu’s back, stacking the three of us together. I thrust into Sana from behind, hitting her deepest point, while reaching down to rub Tzuyu’s clitoris, my fingertips pressing her sensitive spot. Both women climaxed simultaneously, their moans filling the room as honey soaked my hand and the carpet. Unable to hold back, I ejaculated deep inside Sana, my semen shooting into her depths. She let out a loud cry and collapsed, exhausted, onto the sofa.

Sana and Tzuyu leaned in, each licking my ears and neck—Sana’s tongue gliding over my earlobe with a tingling sensation, Tzuyu’s lips gently nibbling my neck, leaving wet traces. I pulled them to the carpet, where Tzuyu lay prone, her hips raised high. I entered her from behind, thrusting deep, and she screamed, “Ah… Oppa… too deep…” Her voice quivered, her buttocks trembling under my impact. Sana knelt before her, letting Tzuyu lick her, her tongue deftly working Sana’s labia, sliding along the crevice with “slurp” sounds, honey dripping from her chin to the floor. As I thrust into Tzuyu, watching this scene aroused me further, her buttocks reddening with each hit. Sana’s moans drove me wild: “Ah… Tzuyu… so good…” I switched to Sana, sliding into her slick honey pot, and she shouted, “Oppa… fuck me to death…” Her walls gripped me tightly, honey foaming and splashing everywhere.

Every corner of the room bore our marks—the sofa, bar, and carpet reeked of honey and semen, the air thick with the scent of sex. Sana’s swollen honey pot, lips slightly turned out, begged for more as she braced herself on the carpet, hips raised, honey seeping from the crevice and dripping to the floor. Tzuyu’s breasts, reddened from my kneading, nipples erect, she knelt to clean my penis, her tongue licking every inch, sucking residual semen with “slurp” sounds. I ejaculated into them repeatedly, and they climaxed again and again, honey soaking the carpet, mingled with semen, leaving a sticky, dizzying stain.

Being the youngest in the group is not easy. Adding more that she came from a different country. The young girl always felt left out when other members did adult stuff like going to bars and drinking the night away. They usually do not let her try new things as a way to preserve her innocence. But the young girl is now in her middle 20s. She wants to feel like a grown woman but everyone around her, from her members, their managers, even common staff treat her like a baby and want her to stay that way.

She felt suffocated in her idol world until she met you. You were friends with one of the staff and used him as a way to get to see the young idol. You got a merch autograph from her, you saw her multiple times during fan meetings, over the months, you got to form a bond with her where you start exchanging text messages. “Everyone treats me like a kid.” She texted. “You are already a capable woman, a beautiful capable woman.” You responded. You can see her difficult situation and offer an escape. “Let’s go to the bar.” There is a well known bar where idols go undercover, everyone that attends there also keeps their mouths shut to continue seeing some idols waste the night.

Tzuyu agrees to go with you, she sneaks out of their dorm while you wait just around the corner in your car. This is the first time the two of you shared space alone. The slim idol is wearing a regular shirt and pants, clearly having no idea how to dress when going to a bar. “I feel nervous,” the girl feels the adrenaline rush from doing something she knows she shouldn’t do. “They are too strict anyways, they shouldn’t cage you to fit their idea of you.” You said.

Tzuyu finally feels seen, she has never been with someone who acknowledges her suppressed feelings. You learned more about the idol as you drove to the bar, she has yet to have a boyfriend, she hasn’t even had a first kiss yet. “No way, I don’t believe.” You chuckle. You heard how many idols and higher ups are lining up for her, while here she is, having no experience with relationship stuff. “That’s the image they want you to keep, huh?” You asked. “A pretty woman who is too pure for this world.” Tzuyu looked out the window, not knowing what to say.

“Maybe if you’re lucky tonight.” Tzuyu responded to your mockery about how she has yet to have a first kiss. “I wish I get lucky then.” You find her eyes, a brewing tension is filling up the car. You arrived at the bar. You notice how the bouncers reacted when they saw her. They are not expecting to see JYP idols here, especially the princess of their biggest girl group. Flashing lights and loud noises welcome Tzuyu. Your friends are already here, they are excited to see the prettiest idol in the world.

Your friends stand up to greet the idol. She felt relief with their compliments and warm welcome. The bar is too noisy but they are still persistent to ask questions about her idol life. Tzuyu doesn’t mind their curiosity, she’s glad to share her experiences as she is proud of her still growing career. Alcohol is gradually consuming the conversation. “How many men have you dated?”,”do other members do it with each other?” The questions got bolder. You can see the idol got uncomfortable with some of them. Tzuyu tried her best to answer them but still kept private information to protect her group.

“We don’t believe you!” Your friends find out that she has yet to get her first kiss. Some of them jokingly volunteer to be her first, everyone just laughs. Tzuyu just has a couple of shots yet it’s noticeable that she’s starting to feel dizzy. The girl leans on your side, this signals you that you need to get her back to their dorm. “Come on, stay for a while,” your drunk friend suggested. “I’ll go back, after I bring her home.” You said before walking out with Tzuyu. Her long legs are trying to walk in a straight line. You were holding her by the shoulder to assist her. “I-I actually want to drink more…” the dizzy idol said to your ear. You open the passenger door and guide her to sit. The two of you are now sitting alone in the parking lot. The place is dark, no sign of anyone around.

Tzuyu looks at you with her drunk gaze. The moment feels like a blur. Both of you leaned closer to share a hungry kiss. Tzuyu can test the alcohol in your mouth. The idol’s lips are all over the place, not knowing what to do exactly. You pull out for a second, you hold her cheeks and lean for a kiss again. This time you do it slowly, giving her the time to learn your rhythm. It is still not as smooth but you aren’t complaining. You slowly introduce your tongue in between the kisses. Tzuyu opens up her mouth more to let it in. She tries to match your tongue but she just couldn’t catch it.

Her hand fell into your lap as she’s occupied with learning how to kiss with her tongue. You instinctively move her hand to touch your bulge. Tzuyu pulled out of the kiss in surprise. She hasn't seen a cock in her life yet alone touch one. “I guess I’m the lucky guy.” She hit your shoulder with your remark. Tzuyu looks at the bulge she’s holding. “Let me show it to you.” You open your pants up and slide away your underwear to let the idol have her first sight of a cock. “Hold it,” you catch her hand, and put it in your throbbing cock. The idol feels the warmth and the pulse of it.

“Jerk it off.” Her hands move with your command. You can feel the hesitancy from her slim fingers. You hold her hand and help her grip on it. “Like this,” you said as you looked at her. Tzuyu gives you an awkward smile, she’s not sure of what she’s doing but this is what an adult woman does. “Do you like that? This is what a woman does.” The girl looks at you, this just validates her feelings more as you said what she has in mind. You locked eyes with her and shared slow kisses again.

Tzuyu pulls away, her eyes have a different glare. “Kiss it, Tzuyu.” The woman leaned down to meet your cock. She pouted her lips to give it a kiss. She looks back at you for approval. “Kiss it more, open your mouth.” You said. The idol looks at your thick cock for a moment. She can feel how hard your cock is as she kisses it. Your tip is now wet due to her kisses. “Use your tongue.” The woman sticks out her tongue and licks your hard tip. You are getting inpatient, you already feel hot how you got this innocent idol to kiss your cock.

Tzuyu groans as you push her head down your cock. Your tip now disappeared in her mouth. “You trust me, right?” You said, calming the girl. You fixed her hair which tzuyu finds sweet. She depth the pressure at the back of her head and let you push her down. Half of your cock now inside her mouth. The girl is gagging, “shh, shh, I’ll go slower, okay.” You push her head down more but Tzuyu taps your leg, signaling she can’t take it. You let her head go and the girl coughs a lot.

You can see her eyes are watery, tears are ready to fall. She wiped the saliva that’s on her lips. “Do you want to go home?” You asked her in a worried tone. “No, no, I’m fine.” The girl goes down to your cock again, kissing and licking your tip. In her head, she doesn’t want to fail when women her age are doing it just fine. “Just like the shaft, and suck the tip.” You patted her head. Tzuyu obliged, happy that you show care for her.

You hold Tzuyu down on your crotch, as a couple of guys are walking back to their car. You warned her about the situation and just rested her head on your lap until those guys drove away. “Let’s move in the back.” You moved on the backseat without going out of the car. You and Tzuyu are now sitting closer together. You wrapped your arm around her shoulder and made out again. Her kisses are noticeably improved compared to earlier. Your Hands goes under her shirt while hers goes back to jerking your cock.

You grope her boobs over her bra, the girl didn’t know that getting her boobs touched would make her feel more hot. Tzuyu’s kisses got deeper. You figured touching her boobs turned her on. You push up her bra to get a hold of her perky boobs. You are genuinely surprised at how much boobs you touched as she is not known to have a breast compared to her members. Both of your bodies want more than making out. The girl looks at you, with her pleading eyes. She wants to feel your cock inside her but she doesn’t know how to say it. You just know by her gaze what she wants to do. You guide the girl to lay flat on the backseat. You help her remove her pants. Her long legs don't fit in this compact space. Tzuyu is now naked from the waist down. You put her long legs on your shoulders and you line up your cock on her tight slit. You asked Tzuyu to spit on her mouth and use it to lubricate your cock. “It will be painful first, but trust me okay?” You said to her.

Tzuyu heard you but her attention is on her slit. She can feel the tip of your cock is pressing on it. The idol is already moaning as her slit is getting split open by your thick cock. The tip is now disappearing inside her. Tzuyu whale in pain,”cover your mouth.” With how loud she is. It’s possible that they can hear her outside of the car. “I’ll go deeper,” you warned her. You didn’t give her a chance to get prepared and thrust your cock deep inside her tight pussy. You groaned as you felt how her slit got stretched open. Tears were rolling down her eyes, Tzuyu held her mouth shut. The idol is crying, you kissed her forehead to show affection to her.

“You’re now a woman,” Tzuyu opens her eyes, she remembers why she did this in the first place. Tzuyu kisses you, signaling you to continue. You move your hips slowly, not wanting to cause more pain. You can see a blood stain is on your cock. You are the one who took her virginity. You push your cock back in. After a slow thrust on her slit, her slit is not as tense and more relaxed. “I’ll move faster now.” You give her a moment to breathe.

Tzuyu holds back her hand as moans are skipping out of her mouth. The car is visibly bouncing as you are now pounding her virgin pussy. Tzuyu's eyes were white as they rolled back in pleasure. She still feels pain but the waves of pleasure are filling her mind. You look out around to see if there are other people nearby. You know people can easily spot how much the car is bouncing. The urgency to finish this soon hits you. Tzuyu looks at you as she feels your faster thrust. She can feel your cock throbbing inside her. “I’m near, Tzuyu.” You said, you give a few more deep thrusts before pulling out. You pulled up her shirt, she felt your hot cum dripping on her stomach. You cleaned her up before taking her home.

Another workday was done, and you were inching closer to that Karaoke date with everyone. You take a deep breath and decide to head to a nearby restaurant. It was nice, upscale, and while you could sit down and eat, you just wanted a couple of drinks to unwind, then you would head home. You cross the street from your workplace and step inside. From the entrance, you spot a familiar-looking face. You tell the staff member you just want a few drinks, and you’re led to the bar. As you approach, it is unmistakably Momo you see there. You had seen her the other day when you had spent some time with her and Chaeyoung. Now here she was dressed fashionably in a long, backless black dress.

Now that you’re closer, Momo notices you, her eyes going wide for a moment before a confident smirk appears. 

“What are you doing here?”

“What, a girl can’t go out to a nice restaurant?” Momo leaned forward, resting her head on her hands. 

“I just never expected you to be all dressed up so soon after the other day.” You tell her, before looking around, “All by yourself?”

“You can join me if you’d like,” Momo says, motioning for you to take the empty seat beside her. While you had intended to only have some drinks alone at the bar before going home, you take the offer. You walk behind Momo, your eyes glued to the curve of her back. “Do you like the dress?” She asks, noticing your eyes remaining stuck on her.

“Yeah, it looks good on you.”

Momo moves her finger along the rim of her glass, looking at you from the corner of her eye. “Do you prefer me like this or like the other night?” Momo’s question reminds you of the other day when you spent hours with her and Chaeyoung. You consider your answer carefully, given what you know about Momo. Neither would be a bad option, but in your mind, it was still best to be a little more respectful. The thought lingered in your head, though.

“You always look good, Momo, whether you’re wearing clothes or not.”

Momo chuckles at your answer and arches her back, causing the dress to loosen ever so slightly around her bottom. “Are you sure you don’t like me more when I have nothing on?” She asks before returning to sipping on her drink. “You sure enjoyed it the other day.” You feel your face heating up as she conjures memories of her naked form pressed against you.

“Well, maybe I do enjoy that a little more.”

“Glad to hear it,” Momo says, smiling as she finishes her drink. “So, what brings you here, drinking all alone?”

“I could say the same thing to you, but then we’d be starting our conversation over again.” You notice Momo glancing your way. The young woman turns her seat to face you, her heels clicking as she presses her legs together. “I’m just here for a few drinks to unwind. I just got done with work, and the others didn’t need me for a ride today.”

“Ah, that’s right, you work with Jeongyeon and the others. You’re a lucky guy having all these beautiful women throwing themselves at you.” The young woman winks at you, placing her hand over yours.

“So, you’ve all been talking about that.” It shouldn’t surprise you that the women had been talking to each other about the escapades you’ve had with them, considering how the other day was spent, but still, it does in a way. 

“Yep.” Momo leans in, getting by your ear, her low voice whispering, “It’s hard to keep things a secret when you get railed so well. How can a girl keep that to herself? Besides, we don’t mind. It can be fun sharing, especially when you can just keep going and going. You should know, it took a long while to get all that cum out of me. Chaeyoung had to spend quite a long time eating it. It’s a good thing; she just loves her mistress’s ass.” You visualize her words, Chaeyoung on the ground, face between Momo’s cheeks. You can already see how the petite woman would drive her tongue deep into the gaping hole. Momo leans back in her chair, “But enough about that, I hear you’re all going to go to karaoke this weekend. Don’t be surprised when Mina and I show up, too. Oh, and I might bring along Chae. It’s always nice to bring our little toy out.”

You and Momo take drink after drink at the bar before eventually being cut off. That was your signal to go. You get out of the seat and offer your hand to Momo. Considering you were both drunk, you had thought it best to make sure she got home. The young woman had other plans, however. You both stumbled out of the restaurant; in your condition, there was no way you could drive. So, you called a taxi. “What’s your address, Momo? We’ll drop you off first, then I’ll pay the man once I get home.”

Momo pulled you by your shirt and planted her lips on yours. It was a sloppy kiss that wasn’t ending as she held you close to her. “Don’t think you’re getting away that easily. I want you. I saw the way you looked at me; you just want to tear this dress off and fuck me.” Momo smiles at you, wiping her mouth. “Well, you get to now. I’m going home with you.”

“Alright, but don’t blame me if you can’t walk right when you wake up.”

“Oh, I’m hoping for just that.” She replied. 

The taxi arrives soon after and takes you away to your home. Along the way, Momo leans in close, pulling your arm toward her heavy tits. “I get to have you all to myself tonight,” she whispers into your ear. “Don’t be afraid of being rough with me.” She follows that with a giggle, “I guess you already know that though, don’t you?” Time passes quickly in the taxi, and soon enough, you’re home. You stumble out with Momo in tow and pay the driver before making your way to your door. Momo leans against you, her breasts pushing against you. 

As soon as you’re through the door, she wraps her arms around you, her lips pressing against yours as your hands slide down her sides and you grip her plush ass.  She moans softly as your hands dig into the soft flesh. “You just can’t keep your hands off me, can you?” Momo asks.

“You’re one to talk,” you reply, taking slow steps to further in. Through your stumbling, you end up in the kitchen. Momo’s hand slides along the counter as you misstep, nearly falling. You quickly grab the kitchen counter and hold yourself up, Momo’s back now pressed against you. 

“Ooh, naughty boy. You want to go back in there?” She teases you, grinding against your hardening cock. You hold onto Momo’s waist, holding her tightly against you, before one of your hands travels upwards toward her tits. It’s now that it hits you, Momo wasn’t wearing a bra. “Can you feel that? Feel how my little nipples are for you?” You felt them; the hard nub was rubbing against your palm through her dress. Your grip on her tit tightens, growing rougher. 

“Looks like you’re ready to get going.”

“I always am, when I know a nice big cock is going to be fucking me. Now come on and fuck me.” You tease the young woman, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples until her moans fill the room. 

“This dress is really getting in the way. Maybe I’ll just have to keep teasing you like this.” Momo whines and starts looking around the room, spotting some scissors at the end of the counter.

“Just hand me those scissors, I can’t take it anymore.” Momo groaned. You reach over to the side and grab the scissors, handing them to the young woman before going back to groping her heavy mounds. Momo moans as she feels your fingers run back and forth over her clothed nipples. She cuts the middle of her dress and starts pulling it down over her shapely bottom, getting stuck around her thighs. “Oh, fuck. I need that cock.” Momo's eyes flutter as your hand drifts down her toned stomach and settles between her legs. She presses herself back against you, her head hanging low as you press your fingers against her clit. “Mmm, put that fucking cock in me, please.” Momo grunts. 

“You’re being needy like Chaeyoung,” you reply, your fingers slipping inside her wet cunt. Momo cranes her neck, moaning loudly as your digits curl inside her. Her moans continue as you brush against her G-spot. Her legs are shaking as you push your fingers deeper. You nip at Momo’s neck, leaving small marks along it. You move your other hand down Momo’s side, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her closer. The sweet scent of her perfume wafts in the air as you dig your fingers into her cunt. Momo lets out a long moan. 

“Oh, God. Put it in, I need it.” She whines, hanging over the counter. You drag your fingers out of the warm cavern, unbuckling your belt and pulling your pants down. Momo only takes note as she feels your thick length slip between her legs, rubbing against her wet slit. Your cock becomes coated in her nectar as you slide it between her lips. Momo can feel the vein on your cock; she moans softly, her body becoming warmer.  You poke her entrance, letting your cock slip back between her lips and denying her what she wants for a moment longer. 

You press the head against her entrance one more time, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck my brains out,” Momo moans. You give the young woman what she desires and impale her on your cock. Momo cries out with pleasure. She pushes her plush ass against you, letting your cock sit as deep as it can. You raise one of Momo’s legs onto the counter and wrap her hair around your hand, pulling her head back as you drive your cock in and out of her tight cunt. Momo’s loud moans continue, her walls cling to your cock, wanting you to stay inside. You watch as her ass bounces against you, the soft flesh jiggling with each collision. You bring your other hand down on it, the loud smack being followed by a hiss from the young woman. “That’s it, spank me, fuck me,” she moans. You drive your hand against Momo’s plush rear again. The sting from the smack adds to the pleasure she feels as you drive your cock into her. Maybe it was because she was drunk, maybe it was because she was your sole focus, but having sex with you felt so much better now. 

You give Momo a few more smacks, each one on the same cheek, turning the pale piece of flesh bright red. Momo moaned with each smack, reveling in the pleasure she felt as your cock stirs inside her, rubbing against her G-spot. “Keep going, just like that,” she said, her moans stalling the sentence. You pull back on her hair, almost painfully for the young Japanese woman, but she loved it. She loved how rough you were being. Drool began to drip from the corners of her mouth. Momo loved the way your cock was splitting her in two; she would want that feeling forever. 

Momo was beginning to get lost in thought when you suddenly turned her around. You press your lips against hers as you get the lower half of her ruined dress off her. Breaking the kiss, you drag the upper half over her head and off her body. You rush to lift the young woman, her back against the counter as you drive your cock back into her. Momo wraps her arms around you, her body bouncing on your cock as you lean down, your lips pressed just above her heavy mounds. She feels you suck on her skin, leaving hickeys on her as you travel downward. Your warm tongue laps at the valley between her breasts. Momo cranes her neck back, shutting her eyes as she feels your mouth attach itself to her right breast. Your tongue laps at the hard mound as your thrusts speed up. Her tits bounce wildly, but you remain attached, your teeth biting onto her nipple. 

Momo cries out again, pleasure building in her core. The sensation of your cock pounding away at her cunt and your hungry sucking was becoming too much for the young woman. Momo wraps her legs around you; her arms hold you tight against her chest. You feel her wall tightening around your cock.

Your thrusts continue, each time burying yourself inside her. Momo moans loudly, her nerves making her body tingle as you push her toward her climax. “I’m going to cum,” she moans, words barely intelligible. 

“Cum on this cock,” you grunt, pulling Momo’s waist closer to you. Your bodies collide, the sound filling the room. You drive your cock deep into Momo’s cunt, she feels your cock throbbing. The young woman cries out, her nails dig into your back as she cums with you, her walls clinging to your cock, milking you. Her legs lock around your waist, pushing you deeper as you cum inside her. Momo’s tongue hangs out of her mouth. The pleasure she felt coursing through her body as you paint her walls white with your semen is euphoric. You both remain frozen in place as you let your climax wash over you. 

You were far from done with the lustful woman. After a time, you place your hands on her shapely bottom and carry her to your bedroom. Momo clings to you, moaning softly with each step, stirring your cock inside her. You plant the young woman on your bed, pulling out of her and stripping out of the rest of your clothes before returning to her.

You place one of her legs on your shoulder and drive your cock back into Momo’s messy cunt. She grabs at the bedding, moaning as you churn the cum inside her. The young woman’s back arches as she rocks her hips against you. “This is the best,” she moans softly as your cock rubs against her walls. You give Momo slow, rough thrusts, pushing your cock as deep as it can go in the current position. Momo’s body shakes as the remnants of your previous climax get pushed out of her and onto her legs. You reach down and grab at one of her breasts, kneading the large mound. It jiggles in your hand when you drive your cock back into her core. 

Momo feels a tightness in her center as you pound her cunt. She grits her teeth, moans slipping through them as she nears her climax again. The tightness in her core coils tighter and tighter; Momo’s body tingles all over. The young woman can feel your cock begin to throb again; a need for your semen overcomes her. “Give me that thick baby batter. I want it all inside me.” Momo runs her hand along her sweaty body, stopping at each mark you left on her. “You’ve already claimed me everywhere else. Do it inside,” She moans, placing her hand over her womb. “I want you to breed me like you did Chae. Cum inside me.” You force Momo into the splits as you lean in and press your lips against hers. She welcomes your tongue inside, submitting to you as you bury yourself inside her cunt and pump her full of your semen. Momo’s back arches as she feels your hot cum pour into her womb. A sense of bliss washes over her. You break the kiss, nipping at her neck and kneading one of her heavy mounds as the last of your load is pumped into her. 

You stay inside the young woman for a moment more, enjoying her warm core. When you pull out, your cum begins to flow out of her. You lie beside Momo, watching her chest rise and fall as you drift off to sleep. 

Momo lies in bed, reveling in the experience, her body feeling like it was on fire. Her hand drifts to her sore cunt, fingertip dragging against her painted lips. She lets out a soft gasp. She had enough wherewithal to remember that she was always on the pill, but somewhere in her mind it felt like she was bred. Momo’s hand glides up, stopping at her womb, and her body still tingling. She looks over at your sleeping form, the cogs in her mind turning slowly. She thought about the karaoke event you would be at with the others. 

Momo smiled to herself. Her eyes drifted downward at your softening cock. She knew when you weren’t drunk, you could go for a long time, maybe you might be able to please them all. The thought widens Momo’s smile. Sharing you between everyone would be nice, especially since the girls knew how to please each other. Momo also knew that it wouldn’t happen so easily. The young woman’s hand slips downward, caressing her sore cunt, making her coo from the small waves of pleasure. 

Gangnam never sleeps, but from twenty stories up, the chaos of Seoul was reduced to a silent, glittering tapestry of light. The private VIP suite was a cavern of luxury—dark emerald velvet walls, gold trim, and a floor-to-ceiling window that offered a god’s eye view of the city. The room was soundproofed to the point where the silence felt heavy, broken only by the low hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic tapping of your finger against the rim of a crystal whiskey glass.

You shifted your weight, the expensive leather of the sofa groaning in protest. You were simply too large for furniture designed for the average pop idol. Your legs stretched out nearly to the heavy oak coffee table, your broad shoulders taking up the space of two regular seats. You checked your phone for the tenth time in a minute. The screen was lit up with notifications about TWICE—headlines screaming "Perfect All-Kill," Twitter trends dominated by hashtags, and fan cams flooding the timeline.

She did it. They really did it.

A warm swell of pride bloomed in your chest, softening the sharp angles of your face. You were used to waiting in the shadows. It was the price of loving the sun.

Suddenly, the electronic lock on the heavy door chirped—a sharp, digital herald.

The door swung open, and for a split second, all you saw was a bundle of beige fabric. A massive trench coat, a bucket hat pulled low, and a face mask. It looked like a spy movie cliché, but the energy radiating from the figure was unmistakable. It was frantic, electric, and utterly familiar.

"Lock it! Lock it, quick!"

The voice was muffled behind the mask, breathless and high-pitched. She slammed the door shut, fumbling with the deadbolt until it clicked with a finality that severed the connection to the outside world.

Then, the hurricane hit.

Nayeon spun around, her fingers flying to the buttons of her coat.

The beige fabric pooled onto the floor, discarded without a second thought, revealing the idol beneath. She was still in her final stage outfit—a dazzling, form-fitting ensemble of white silk and rhinestones that caught the purple neon of the karaoke lights. Her skin glowed with a sheen of perspiration and high-end highlighter, her hair perfectly styled in waves that cascaded over her shoulders.

"Y/N-ah!!!"

She didn't walk; she launched herself.

You barely had time to set your drink down before a blur of white and glitter collided with you.

"Oof— gotcha."

You grunted, your large hands instinctively finding purchase on her waist and hips to stabilize her as she scrambled onto your lap. The size difference was almost comical; she looked like a doll against your massive frame, her legs straddling your thighs, the shimmering fabric of her skirt riding up dangerously high.

She yanked her mask down, revealing that signature heart-shaped smile, her bunny teeth on full display, her eyes wide and sparkling with a mix of adrenaline, champagne, and pure affection.

"Did you see? Did you see the charts?!" Nayeon practically shrieked, grabbing your face with both hands and squishing your cheeks together. "Perfect. All. Kill. Baby! We are number one on Melon, Genie, Bugs, everything!"

You laughed, the sound rumbling deep in your chest, vibrating against her. "I saw, Nayeon. I’ve been refreshing the page every five seconds. I’m so proud of you."

She beamed, wiggling in your lap, her hips grinding inadvertently against you in her excitement. She smelled like vanilla, hairspray, and the sweet, crisp scent of expensive champagne.

"Just proud?" She teased, leaning back to look at you with half-lidded, playful eyes. "I nailed the F5 note. Did you hear it? The backtrack cut out for a second and I still hit it. The PD-nim even gave me a thumbs up from the side stage!"

She leaned in, pecking your lips rapidly—once, twice, three times—before pulling back to gauge your reaction.

"I missed you," she whispered, the manic energy dipping for just a second into something softer, sweeter. "The dinner was so loud, and Jihyo kept trying to make speeches, and I just... I just wanted to show off for you."

You ran your thumbs over the curve of her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin silk of her stage costume. You looked up at her, your gaze warm and steady, grounding her frantic energy.

"You did incredible, Nayeon. You were the only thing I was watching," you admitted, brushing a stray hair from her forehead. "But you really shouldn't have run out on a company dinner. JYP is going to have my head if he finds out I stole his center."

Nayeon rolled her eyes, scoffing as she wrapped her arms around your broad neck, burying her face into the crook of your shoulder.

"Let him try. You’re big enough to fight him," she mumbled into your skin, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot below your ear. "Besides... I have way too much energy to sit around listening to speeches. I need..."

She pulled back, her dark eyes scanning your face, a mischievous, hungry glint replacing the sweetness.

"I need an encore. And you're the only fan allowed in the venue."

The velvet sofa felt emptier the moment Nayeon bounded off your lap, but the room instantly felt fuller. She didn’t just occupy space; she commanded it. With the manic determination of a woman who had just conquered the music charts, she snatched the heavy karaoke remote, her manicured fingers flying over the buttons.

"You think the show is over just because the cameras are off?" Nayeon teased, her voice dripping with playful arrogance as she punched in a code. The room’s lighting shifted, the warm ambient gold replaced by a pulsing, rhythmic wash of magenta and electric blue. "VIP ticket holders get the extended cut. Sit back, Y/N. And don't you dare blink."

The opening synth of TWICE’s latest hit blasted through the high-end speakers—loud enough to vibrate the ice in your whiskey glass.

Nayeon spun around, gripping the wireless microphone like a scepter. She wasn't half-assing it. This wasn't a lazy karaoke rendition; this was Music Bank, Inkigayo, and MAMA rolled into one.

She snapped into the choreography instantly. Her white silk outfit shimmered violently as she popped her hips, her movements sharp and practiced, yet infused with a loose, tipsy fluidity that she would never show on broadcast. She locked eyes with you, pointing a finger directly at your chest during the chorus, winking with such exaggerated flair that you couldn't help but chuckle.

She is absolutely ridiculous. And absolutely perfect.

You watched, mesmerized, as she grabbed a plastic tambourine from the table. It clashed hilariously with her elegant stage outfit, but she rattled it with the intensity of a percussionist, adding her own chaotic backbeat to the track. She was circling the coffee table, flipping her hair, giving you a private view of the performance that millions of fans were currently screaming about online. But here, the idol facade was cracked by genuine giggles and the way she stuck her tongue out at you during the instrumental break.

"Your turn!"

Before you could protest, the song shifted. A classic duet intro started playing.

Nayeon lunged forward, grabbing your wrist with surprising strength and hauling you up from the sofa.

"Nayeon, I don't sing," you protested, though you were already letting her pull you to the center of the room.

"You do tonight! It’s the encore!" she insisted, shoving a second mic into your massive hand.

Standing at full height, the difference was almost comical. You towered over her, your frame casting a shadow over her petite figure. To make eye contact, Nayeon had to tilt her head back so far her neck exposed a long, elegant line of pale skin.

"You're too tall!" she whined into the mic, her voice echoing through the speakers with a reverb effect. "Get down here!"

You smiled, shaking your head as you spread your legs wide to drop your height, then bent at the waist. Even then, you had to lean in close. As the lyrics flashed on the screen—some cheesy 2000s ballad about eternal love—you mumbled the low notes, your deep baritone rumbling against her bright, crystal-clear soprano.

It was a mess. You were off-key, and she was over-singing every line for comedic effect, adding ad-libs and runs that didn’t belong there. But in the moments between verses, the dynamic shifted.

You leaned down to share a chorus, your forehead nearly brushing hers.

Up close, the stage makeup couldn't hide the flush on her cheeks. Her eyes, magnified by false lashes and glitter, looked up at you with a mixture of adoration and challenge. You could smell the vanilla of her perfume mixing with the faint, metallic scent of the microphone grille. When you sang a particularly low note, she shivered, her hand instinctively gripping the lapel of your shirt to steady herself.

The song ended with a dramatic, sustained high note from her that dissolved into a fit of giggles. But she didn't let go of your shirt.

The silence that followed was heavy. The auto-play feature on the karaoke machine kicked in, but this time, it wasn't a pop anthem. A slow, heavy bassline began to thrum through the floorboards—something R&B, slinking and seductive.

Nayeon’s giggles faded. The playful light in her eyes darkened into something else entirely.

She pushed gently against your chest, signaling you to sit back down.

You sank onto the sofa, the leather creaking. Nayeon didn't follow you immediately. She grabbed the mic stand—a chrome pole that had been tucked in the corner—and dragged it to the center of the room, right between your spread knees.

"You know..." Nayeon purred into the mic, her voice dropping an octave, losing the 'idol' brightness and adopting a sultry, lower register. "I didn't just come here to sing, Y/N."

She began to move. It wasn't the sharp, snappy choreography of earlier. This was fluid, languid. She circled the mic stand, running her hand down the cold metal, her eyes never leaving yours. The neon lights bathed her in red, casting long, dancing shadows across the room.

She hooked one leg around the stand, the slit in her stage skirt falling open to reveal the smooth, toned expanse of her thigh.

The air in the room seemed to vanish. You gripped your knees, your knuckles turning white. She wasn't just performing anymore; she was hunting. She moved closer, abandoning the stand to circle the small table, her hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm that matched the bass thumping in your chest.

She stopped right in front of you, just out of reach. She bit her lower lip, looking down at you with a hooded gaze that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your groin.

Oh. We are definitely not playing karaoke anymore.

"Did you like my performance, baby?" she whispered, the microphone amplifying the wet sound of her lips parting. "Because I think the judge needs to give me a very... thorough review."

The R&B track faded out, leaving the room suspended in a sudden, heavy silence. The only sound remaining was the low hum of the ventilation and the faint, rhythmic thump-thump of your own pulse, which seemed to have synchronized with the flashing magenta lights of the karaoke machine.

Nayeon didn't move away. She stood firmly between your spread knees, the chrome microphone stand pushed aside, abandoned. Her chest was heaving slightly from the performance, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration that made the high-end highlighter on her collarbones catch the light like crushed diamonds.

She didn't turn the microphone off.

Instead, she brought it closer to her lips. The device was still live, the reverb effect turned up high.

"Mic check..." she whispered.

The sound rippled through the room’s surround-sound speakers—a ghostly, amplified caress that seemed to stroke the back of your neck. It was a sound meant for a stadium, yet it was being used for an audience of one.

"Can you hear me, Y/N?" she breathed, her dark eyes locking onto yours, hooded and heavy with intent. "Good. Because the concert is over... but the meet-and-greet is just starting."

You sat back against the cool, expensive leather of the sofa, your arms resting along the top of the backrest, opening your posture completely. Your legs were spread wide to accommodate her, your thighs thick and solid like tree trunks compared to the slender, pale pillars of her legs.

Nayeon dropped the hand holding the mic to her side, but she didn’t let go of it. With her free hand, she reached out, her manicured fingertips ghosting over the fabric of your shirt. She started at your chest, tracing the hard pectoral muscles beneath the cotton, before moving outward.

She laid her palm flat against the cap of your shoulder. Her hand looked impossibly small there—a delicate, pale starfish against the vast expanse of your deltoid.

"You're so big," she murmured, her voice skipping the mic but hitting your ears with a raw, unfiltered honesty. "I feel like... like I could disappear if you hugged me too hard."

She slid her hand across the width of your shoulders, measuring you. The "inverted triangle" physique you had honed was on full display here; your broad upper body tapered down to a trim waist, creating a silhouette of pure, latent power. Nayeon seemed fascinated by the contrast—her delicate, "Pop Star" aesthetic, all silk and glitter and fragility, against your solid, immovable frame.

"But you won't crush me," she added, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Because you know I'm the prize. And you don't break the trophy."

"I'd never break you, Nayeon," you replied, your voice low and warm, rumbling in your chest. "But I might get a little rough if you keep looking at me like that."

Nayeon giggled, the sound bright and melodic. She stepped closer, closing the final inch of distance until her shins pressed against the inside of your thighs.

"Look at the mirror," she commanded softly.

You turned your head slightly. The wall to your left was a floor-to-ceiling mirror, reflecting the neon-lit scene in high definition. The visual was striking. You, a dark, looming figure of masculine shadow, sprawled out like a king on his throne. And Nayeon, a shimmering beacon of white light, standing defiant and alluring between your legs.

She watched the reflection too, her eyes hungry. She loved seeing herself, but more than that, she loved seeing herself with you.

"See that?" she whispered, bringing the mic back to her lips so the speakers caught the wet sound of her tongue darting out to wet her lip. "I look so tiny. It makes me want to climb you."

She didn't wait for permission. Nayeon lifted her leg, placing her knee on the cushion beside your thigh, then the other. She climbed into your lap, straddling your waist. The height difference was mitigated now, bringing her face level with yours, but the size difference remained stark. Her hips felt narrow and fragile settled against your broad midsection.

The friction of her stage outfit—slick, cool silk and rough rhinestones—rubbed against your jeans. Shhhf... shhhf... The sound was amplified by the quiet room.

"This outfit..." You groaned, your large hands instinctively coming up to settle on her waist. Your thumbs dug into the soft curve of her sides, your fingers nearly meeting in the middle of her back. "It's beautiful. But it's in the way."

Nayeon leaned back, resting her hands on your shoulders for balance, arching her spine. The position thrust her chest out, emphasizing the round, perky shape of her breasts beneath the structured bodice of her costume.

"It’s a nightmare to take off," she complained, though her tone was teasing. "Stylist unnie uses so many safety pins. You have to be careful. Can you handle that? Or are your hands too big and clumsy?"

"I think I can manage," you murmured, your gaze darkening as it dropped to the bodice.

You began the work. It was a tactile puzzle. Your thick, calloused fingers moved with surprising dexterity, finding the hidden zipper at her side. Zzzzip... The sound echoed through the speakers as the mic, dangling from her hand which now rested on your shoulder, picked up the noise.

Nayeon shivered as the tight fabric loosened. The bodice fell away slightly, revealing the creamy expanse of her décolletage and the sheer, lace bra beneath. The air in the room was conditioned to be cool, but the heat radiating from her body was intense—a mix of adrenaline from the performance and the sudden spike in arousal.

You didn't strip her completely; not yet. You peeled the top of the outfit down to her waist, trapping her arms slightly but exposing her torso. Her skin was flawless, glowing pale under the magenta lights.

"So beautiful," you praised, your voice thick. "Even better than on stage."

Nayeon preened under the compliment. She lived for this—the validation, the worship. She dropped the microphone onto the sofa beside you with a heavy thump, freeing her hands to run them through your hair.

"Tell me more," she demanded breathlessly, rolling her hips against yours. "Who's your favorite? Who did you watch tonight?"

"Only you," you swore, your hands sliding up her ribcage, feeling the flutter of her heart beneath the skin. "I couldn't take my eyes off you. The way you moved... god, Nayeon."

You leaned forward, burying your face in the crook of her neck. You inhaled deeply—sweat, vanilla, and expensive perfume. You kissed the sensitive skin below her ear, earning a sharp hitch of breath from her.

Smack...

You kissed your way down the column of her throat, feeling her swallow. Your hands moved from her ribs to cup her breasts. They were soft mounds in your palms, their weight perfect and yielding. Even through the lace of her stage lingerie, you could feel the heat.

"Ah!~" Nayeon gasped, her head falling back, her long hair cascading over your arm. She arched into your touch, desperate for more friction. "Your hands... they cover everything..."

It was true. Your hands engulfed her breasts completely, your thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks of her nipples through the lace. You squeezed gently, kneading the soft flesh, treating them like precious things that needed to be handled with firm reverence.

"Perfect," you muttered against her skin.

You used your teeth to catch the edge of the lace cup, tugging it down. Snap. The elastic gave way, and her breast tumbled free—pale, round, and tipped with a flushed, rose-colored nipple that was already pebbled hard with need.

Nayeon looked down at you, her eyes hazy, watching as you stared at her exposed chest. She caught her reflection in the mirror again—the image of you, this large, powerful man, bowed before her, worshiping her body. It fed her ego as much as her lust.

"Taste it," she ordered, her voice trembling slightly, slipping into that bratty, demanding tone she used to mask how much she needed it. "See if I taste as good as I looked out there."

You didn't need to be told twice. You leaned in, your hot breath ghosting over the sensitive nub before you latched on.

Schlop...

You took her nipple into your mouth, your tongue swirling over the textured tip. Nayeon cried out, her fingers tangling tightly in your hair, pulling you closer.

"Oh god— Y/N!"

You sucked harder, your cheeks hollowing. The sensation of your wet, hot mouth against her sensitive skin sent jolts of electricity down her spine. You used your hand to massage her other breast, creating a rhythm of stimulation that had her whining high in her throat.

"Mmnh!~ Y-yes! Just like that!"

She bucked her hips involuntarily, grinding her center against your hardness through the layers of denim and silk. The friction was maddening. You could feel the heat and dampness building between her legs, soaking into the fabric of her stage skirt.

You pulled back with a wet pop, leaving her nipple glistening with saliva and standing tall in the cool air. Nayeon whined at the loss of contact, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"Don't stop," she panted, her face flushed a deep, pretty pink. "I didn't say cut. The scene isn't over."

You smirked, looking up at her with darkened eyes. You reached down, your hand finding the hem of her skirt.

"We're just getting to the good part," you promised.

Your large hand slid up her thigh, your calloused palm rasping against the smooth skin, pushing the skirt higher and higher until your fingers brushed the damp cotton of her panties. Nayeon shuddered, her legs trembling on either side of your waist.

"I’m so wet for you," she confessed, biting her lip as she looked at you through her lashes. "I was thinking about this during the encore. When I pointed at you? I was imagining this."

You brushed your thumb over the gusset of her panties, feeling the slickness soaking through.

"Is that so?" You teased, leaning back to admire the wreck you were making of the nation's beloved center. Her hair was messy, her lipstick smudged, her outfit half-torn open. "Then let's see if we can hit those high notes again."

The friction was intoxicating. The sensation of Nayeon’s damp heat seeping through the thin cotton of her panties against your jeans was a maddening tease, but you weren't ready to end the game just yet. You wanted to map every inch of her, to remind her that while she belonged to the world on stage, in this room, she was entirely yours.

Your hand moved from the hem of her skirt to the curve of her hip, fingers digging into the plush flesh. You guided her slightly, shifting her weight so you could get a better grip. Nayeon followed your lead effortlessly, her body fluid and compliant even as her eyes flashed with that signature bratty challenge.

"Turn a little," you murmured, your voice rough. "I want to see."

She shifted, twisting her torso so that her profile was caught in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The reflection was pure erotica: the towering, broad-shouldered man sprawled on the leather, and the petite pop star perched on his lap, her stage outfit half-ruined, her chest heaving.

Your hand slid around to the back of her thigh, squeezing the soft muscle there before traveling up to cup the roundness of her ass. The skirt was hitched up high enough that your palm met bare skin—cool from the room's AC but rapidly warming under your touch.

"You've been working out," you noted, your fingers kneading the soft, yielding flesh of her glutes. You squeezed firmly, watching her reaction in the mirror. "Squats? Pilates?"

Nayeon let out a breathless laugh, throwing her head back to look at you upside down, her hair brushing against your knees. "Of course," she panted, arching her back to push her rear further into your hand. "I have to maintain my figure. Do you like it? Does it feel... graspable?"

"It feels like a handful," you corrected, your fingers sinking into the plush curve. "More than a handful."

Smack!

You brought your palm down on the center of her cheek—not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to send a sharp crack echoing through the soundproof room. The sound was crisp, cutting through the low hum of the ventilation.

"Ah!~" Nayeon yelped, more from surprise than pain, her body jolting forward. A flush of pink instantly rose on her skin, matching the color of her nipples. She turned to glare at you, but the heat in her eyes betrayed her. She bit her lower lip, her pupils blown wide.

"Hey!" she protested, though she wiggled her hips, settling back down against your groin with more pressure. "You can't just hit the talent!"

"I'm applauding," you deadpanned, raising your hand to deliver another, slightly firmer swat to the other cheek.

Thwack!

The flesh jiggled beautifully under the impact, a ripple of movement that mesmerized you. Nayeon gasped, a small, high-pitched whine escaping her throat.

"Okay... maybe I like the applause," she admitted, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against your shirt, seeking comfort from the very person delivering the discipline. "But you have to pay for the front-row seat."

She pushed herself up, her hands bracing on your broad shoulders. The movement brought her exposed breasts right to your eye level. The deep valley of her cleavage was glistening with a mix of sweat and the shimmer spray her stylists had applied hours ago. It smelled sweet, like vanilla and adrenaline.

You didn't hesitate. You leaned forward, burying your face between the soft mounds.

"Mmnnh..." Nayeon hummed, her fingers instinctively tangling in your hair, her nails scratching lightly against your scalp.

You dragged your tongue up the center of her chest, lapping at the salty-sweet skin of her cleavage. You felt the rapid thump-thump-thump of her heart against your cheek. It was racing, frantic, beating like a bird trapped in a cage. You kissed the swell of her left breast, your lips grazing the lace that still clung to the underside, before moving to the exposed right one.

You didn't suck this time; instead, you blew a stream of hot air over the wet, sensitive nipple you had ravaged moments ago.

"Y/N..." she whined, her knees tightening against your sides. "Don't tease. It’s sensitive."

"I know," you whispered against her skin. "That's why I'm doing it."

You pulled back, admiring the wet sheen you’d left on her chest. Nayeon looked wrecked in the most beautiful way possible—hair mussed, lips swollen, chest heaving. She looked down at you, then at the bulge in your jeans that was straining against the zipper.

A mischievous glint returned to her eyes. The power dynamic shifted in a heartbeat. She was done being the passive recipient. She wanted to perform.

"You're uncomfortable," she observed, tapping the hard ridge of your erection through the denim. "That looks... painful. The inseam must be cutting into you."

"It is," you grunted, your hips bucking involuntarily at her touch. "Fix it."

Nayeon smirked, a dangerous, confident curve of her lips. She slid off your lap, her movements graceful despite the disarray of her outfit. She didn't stand up. Instead, she sank to her knees on the plush carpet between your legs.

The visual shift was jarring and erotic. Seconds ago, she was above you; now, she was kneeling at your feet, looking up through her lashes like a devotee before an idol. The mirror to the side captured the scene perfectly—the massive, spread-eagled man and the beautiful woman in white silk kneeling in submission.

"Let's see what we're working with," she hummed, her fingers going to your belt buckle.

Clink. Jingle.

The sound of the metal buckle undoing was loud in the quiet room. She worked the button and the zipper with practiced ease, her knuckles grazing the bulge, making you hiss a sharp breath through your teeth. She tugged your jeans and boxers down in one go, freeing you.

Your cock sprang free, heavy and thick, slapping against your stomach with a soft thud. It was a daunting sight, thickened further by the blood rushing to it. The head was already weeping pre-cum, glistening under the neon magenta lights.

Nayeon’s eyes went wide, her mouth parting in a silent 'O'. Even though she knew you, seeing it fully erect, angry and throbbing, always elicited a reaction.

"Wow..." she breathed, the microphone metaphor forgotten for a moment. "It really is a monster. Are you sure this is legal in Seoul?"

She reached out, wrapping her small hand around the base. Her fingers didn't even meet on the other side. She squeezed, testing the density, and you groaned, your head falling back against the sofa cushion.

"Stop talking and start singing, Nayeon," you commanded.

She giggled, the vibration traveling up your shaft. "So demanding. Fine. Let me do a vocal warm-up."

She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the very tip of your cock. It was a tentative, teasing touch—a wet stripe across the sensitive slit.

Slurp...

"Salty," she commented, looking up at you with doe eyes. "But I like it."

She opened her mouth, pressing her lips against the head. She kissed it, treating it like a lover, before she began to swirl her tongue around the ridge. The wet, squelching sounds of her mouth working began to fill the room. Schlop... mlem...

Then, she committed.

She opened her jaw as wide as she could, straining to accommodate the width. She lowered her head, taking the head of your cock past her lips, past her teeth, and into the wet heat of her mouth.

Glrk...

She stalled almost immediately, the sheer girth filling her completely. Her cheeks puffed out, her eyes watering slightly as she adjusted to the intrusion. But Nayeon wasn't one to give up. She was a professional. She relaxed her throat, humming a low vibration against your shaft as she bobbed her head.

Sloop... Sloop...

The sound was obscene—a wet, suctioned noise that echoed slightly. She moved slowly at first, testing her limits. Her hand pumped the length of the shaft that she couldn't fit in her mouth, creating a dual sensation that made your toes curl.

"That’s it," you praised, reaching down to weave your fingers into her hair. "Good girl. Just like that."

Hearing the praise, Nayeon’s rhythm picked up. She loved being told she was doing well. She bobbed her head faster, her tongue swirling around the shaft with every intake. You looked down, watching the way her lips stretched taut around you, the way her cheek pressed against your thigh. The sight of the nation's center, the girl who smiled on billboards across the country, on her knees choking on your cock was enough to make you see stars.

"You're the best performer I know," you groaned, your hips twitching, urging her deeper. "Look at you... taking it all like a champ."

Nayeon’s eyes flicked up to meet yours. They were dark, glossy with intent. She released a muffled, vibrating moan around your cock—Mmmnph!—and tightened her suction. She swirled her tongue along the underside, finding the sensitive frenulum, teasing it mercilessly.

She pulled off with a loud pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening tip. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, her lips red and swollen.

"Am I?" she panted, looking up at you with a mix of vulnerability and triumph. "Am I your favorite?"

You didn't answer with words. You leaned forward, your large hands coming down to cup her face, squishing her cheeks slightly. You rubbed your thumbs over her wet lower lip.

"Open," you ordered.

She obeyed instantly.

"Wider."

She stretched her jaw. You guided her back onto your cock, but this time, you didn't let her set the pace. You held her head, guiding her movements. You began to thrust your hips upwards, meeting her downward motion, fucking her face with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Gulp... Slurp... Glug...

Nayeon made a small, choked noise as you hit the back of her throat, her eyes squeezing shut. Tears pricked at the corners of her lashes, but she didn't pull away. She clamped her hands onto your thighs, her nails digging into the denim, anchoring herself as she took you deeper than before.

While she worked, you let one hand drop from her hair to her exposed chest. Her breasts swayed with the motion of her head bobbing. You grabbed the exposed left breast, kneading it roughly, pinching the nipple while her mouth worked your cock.

The sensory overload made her whine around your shaft—a high, muffled keen. Mmmngh!

"Yeah," you hissed, watching the spit pool at the corners of her mouth. "You're taking it so well. Look at yourself in the mirror, Nayeon. Look at what a good little bunny you are for me."

She tried to turn her eyes to the mirror without breaking the seal. The sight of herself—on her knees, mouth stuffed full, drool running down her chin, tits being groped—seemed to flip a switch in her brain. She moaned, the vibration trembling through your cock, and she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to swallow you whole.

The wet, suctioned seal broke with a loud, distinct pop that echoed obscenely through the sound system. Nayeon pulled back, gasping for air, a long, translucent string of saliva connecting her swollen, cherry-red lips to the glistening head of your cock. She stared at it for a second—mesmerized by the mess she had made—before sweeping her tongue out to catch the strand, swallowing it with a defiant gulp.

But as she sat back on her heels, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, something in her eyes shifted. The submissive haze cleared, replaced by that sharp, glittering spark of mischief that usually signaled trouble for the MCs of variety shows.

She realized she was on her knees. And Im Nayeon didn't stay on her knees for long.

"Okay, cut," she announced abruptly, her voice raspy but commanding.

She scrambled up, using your knees for leverage, but instead of settling back into your lap, she stood on the sofa cushions. The added height finally put her above you. She towered there, her stage outfit disheveled, her bra broken, her skirt hiked up to her hips, looking like a chaotic, beautiful goddess of destruction.

She looked down at you—at the massive man sprawled out, panting slightly, with his cock stiff and aching for release—and she smirked. A wicked, haughty, bratty smirk.

"You're enjoying this too much," she accused, planting her hands on her hips. "I'm doing all the work! My jaw hurts, my knees hurt... and you’re just sitting there like a king."

You looked up at her, your expression softening instantly. Despite the raging lust in your veins, a wave of affection washed over you. She looked adorable trying to be intimidating with drool still drying on her chin and her hair looking like a bird's nest.

"I thought you liked performing, Nayeon-ah," you teased, reaching out to brush a stray thumb over her knee.

She slapped your hand away. Smack! It wasn't hard—it was more of a petulant swat—but the message was clear.

"Don't touch the merchandise unless you've paid the admission fee," she huffed.

She bent down, but not to kiss you. She snatched the wireless microphone from the cushion where she’d dropped it earlier. She flicked the switch, tapping the grille until the thump-thump-thump reverberated through the room.

"Testing. One, two. Is this thing on?" She spoke into the mic, her voice booming around you. She pointed the microphone at your face like an aggressive reporter. "We have a situation here. The fan is getting a little too comfortable. He thinks he can just... sit there and receive service from the Nation's Center without giving anything back?"

You couldn't help it; you let out a low, rumbling laugh, shaking your head. "What do you want, Princess? You want me to sing again?"

"No!" she shrieked into the mic, the feedback whining slightly. "I want praise! I want worship! I want you to tell the whole room—" she gestured to the empty, VIP suite "—exactly who owns you right now."

She stepped down from the cushion, but instead of straddling your hips, she straddled your thighs, keeping her center agonizingly far from your erection. She sat high up on your quads, her knees pressing into the sofa on either side of your massive legs.

She leaned forward, pressing the cold metal mesh of the microphone against your lips.

"Say it," she ordered, her eyes narrowing. "Who is the prettiest girl in the world?"

You smiled against the metal grille, your eyes crinkling at the corners. You decided to play along. If she wanted to be the Queen, you’d be her loyal subject.

"Im Nayeon," you said into the mic. Your deep voice, amplified by the speakers, sounded like pure velvet thunder compared to her bright tone.

Nayeon shivered at the sound of her name in your voice, but she didn't break character. She wiggled her hips, her wet warmth rubbing against the denim of your jeans, just above your knee.

"And who has the best body?" she demanded, puffing out her chest, thrusting her exposed, saliva-slicked breasts toward your face.

"Im Nayeon," you repeated dutifully. "Best body. Best voice. Best smile."

"That’s right," she preened, pulling the mic back to her own lips. "And who does this..." she poked your hard, throbbing cock with her free hand, "...belong to?"

You reached up, your large hands encircling her waist, your thumbs rubbing circles into her skin. You looked her dead in the eye, your gaze heavy with adoration and hunger.

"It belongs to Nayeon," you murmured, leaning forward to speak directly into the air, loud enough for her to hear without the electronics. "Every inch of it. Always has."

The honest, calm devotion in your voice made her falter for a second. Her bratty mask slipped, revealing the girl who just wanted to be loved. A pretty flush darkened her cheeks. But she recovered quickly, shaking her head to clear the fuzziness.

"Good answer," she sniffed, though a small, pleased smile tugged at her lips. "But words are cheap, Y/N. Actions speak louder."

She tossed the microphone onto the floor. Thud.

She grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands to the leather backrest of the sofa. It was a laughable attempt at restraint—you could have broken her grip with a twitch of your muscles—but you let her. You let your arms go limp, surrendering completely to her whim.

"Don't move," she warned, narrowing her eyes. "If you move, I’m leaving. I’ll go back to the dorm and sleep."

"I won't move," you promised, leaning your head back, exposing your throat. "Do whatever you want."

Nayeon’s gaze dropped to your chest. She began to crawl up your body, her knees digging into your thighs, then your hips, then your ribs. She moved like a cat, lithe and deliberate. She stopped when she was hovering over your chest, her face inches from yours.

She wasn't aligning her hips with yours for sex. No, she was engaging in a different kind of torture.

She pressed her chest against your face.

"Mmph..."

Your vision was suddenly filled with pale, soft skin. Nayeon smothered you with her breasts, pressing the soft, yielding flesh against your nose and mouth. It was a chaotic, suffocating embrace. You inhaled sharply, filling your lungs with her scent—sweat, expensive perfume, and the faint, arousal-spiked musk of her skin.

She ground her chest against your face, humming a little tune.

"Are they soft?" she asked, pulling back just enough so you could breathe, but keeping her nipples brushing against your cheeks. "The stylist unnie said I looked too thin lately. But they feel fine to me. What does the judge think?"

You turned your head, capturing her left nipple in your mouth for a brief, wet suckle before letting it go with a smack.

"Perfect," you rasped. "They're perfect, Nayeon."

She giggled, delighted. She sat up, straddling your chest now, her heavy stage boots resting on the sofa cushions by your ears. From this angle, she looked like a giantess, a conquering queen sitting atop her throne of muscle.

She looked at the mirror on the wall. The reflection showed her perched on top of you, her hair wild, her skin glowing in the neon light. She posed, arching her back, throwing her arms up as if she were finishing a concert.

"I look so good on top of you," she whispered, admiring the aesthetic. "We look like a magazine cover. Vogue After Dark."

She looked down at your straining erection, which was currently throbbing neglected in the cool air. A cruel idea sparked in her mind.

She slid down your body, her silk-clad inner thighs sliding against your shirt. She stopped when she was sitting on your stomach, just above your groin. She reached back, grabbing your hands again, and placed them on her breasts.

"Hold them," she ordered. "But don't squeeze. Just... hold the weight."

You obeyed, cupping her gently. She leaned back into your hands, closing her eyes, sighing as she felt your warmth. Then, she began to grind.

Not on your cock. On your bladder.

She rocked her hips forward, her pubic bone digging into your lower abdomen, just above the base of your shaft. It was maddening. The friction was close—so close—but not quite there. She rubbed her wetness against your stomach, smearing her juices onto your shirt, leaving a damp, glistening trail.

"Nayeon..." you groaned, your hips bucking instinctively, trying to chase her friction. "Down... slide down..."

"No," she sang, shaking her head, her ponytail whipping. "I don't think I will. I think I like it here. It’s comfy."

She rotated her hips, grinding in slow, deliberate circles. She looked down at your cock, which was twitching with every movement, leaking pre-cum that pooled on your stomach. She reached out with one finger and flicked the head of your penis.

Thwip.

You hissed, your whole body tensing.

"Look at him," she cooed, talking to your cock like it was a cute puppy. "He's so eager. He's crying so much. Are you sad? Do you want inside?"

She looked up at your face, her expression pure, unadulterated brat.

"Ask me nicely," she whispered.

She stopped grinding. The stillness was worse than the movement. She hovered there, wet and open, just inches away from relief. She squeezed your hands with her own, digging her nails into your knuckles.

"Beg for it, Y/N," she challenged, her voice trembling slightly with her own need, though she masked it with bravado. "Tell me how much you need your idol to save you."

You stared up at her. The love in your chest swelled to match the lust in your groin. You shifted your grip on her breasts, giving them a gentle, warning squeeze that made her gasp, reminding her that while she was playing the Queen, you were still the one holding her up.

"Please," you rumbled, your voice thick and heavy, surrendering to the game because you knew it was what she needed. "Nayeon-ah... please. I need you. I need to be inside you."

A shiver raked through her body at your plea. Her pupils dilated, swallowing the iris. The game was fun, the teasing was delicious, but hearing you—her rock, her giant protector—beg for her? That was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

She bit her lip, suppressing a moan.

"Well..." she breathed, shifting her hips so the tip of your cock brushed against her slick entrance. "Since you asked so nicely... and since I'm a generous idol..."

The air in the VIP suite was thick with the electric scent of arousal and the lingering perfume of a pop star who had just performed for thousands, but was now performing for an audience of one. The magenta neon lights washed over Nayeon’s skin, turning the beads of sweat on her collarbones into glistening jewels.

She grabbed her skirt, bunching it up in her hands, and slowly, agonizingly, began to lift her hips.

She hovered over you, her knees planted firmly on the leather cushion on either side of your waist. Her stage skirt was bunched up in her hands, revealing the creamy, pale expanse of her thighs and the soaked cotton of her panties, which she had pushed aside just enough to expose her slick entrance.

"Watch closely," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of bravado and anticipation. "Don't you dare blink."

She aligned herself. The tip of your massive, throbbing erection brushed against her wetness, and a visible shudder ran through her petite frame. At 9.89 inches, you were a daunting prospect even for an experienced lover, let alone a petite idol in the middle of a post-concert adrenaline high.

She began to lower herself.

Schlick...

The sound was wet and heavy as the head of your cock pushed past her lips. Nayeon’s eyes rolled back, her mouth parting in a silent gasp. She froze for a second, her inner muscles clamping down tight around the intruder.

"F-fuck... Y/N..." she hissed, her knuckles turning white where she gripped your shirt. "It's... it feels bigger today. Why is it bigger?"

"It's just happy to see you," you rasped, reaching up to rest your large hands on her hips, your thumbs digging into the soft flesh to steady her. "Relax, Nayeon-ah. Breathe. Take it all."

She nodded frantically, squeezing her eyes shut as she exhaled a shaky breath. She sank down another inch. Then another.

Squelch...

The sensation of her tight, hot velvet glove stretching around your girth was maddening. You could feel every ridge, every pulse of her internal walls hugging you. She was incredibly tight—a trap that threatened to make you lose control instantly.

"Mmmnh!~" Nayeon whined, a high-pitched sound of overwhelmed pleasure as she finally bottomed out. Your pubic bone met her buttocks with a soft thud.

She sat there for a moment, completely filled, her chest heaving. She looked like a doll impaled on a stake, her small frame encompassing all of you. She opened her eyes, looking down at the union of your bodies.

"I did it," she panted, a spark of pride cutting through the haze of lust. "I took the whole thing. Did you see? I didn't even cry."

"Good girl," you praised, squeezing her hips. "You're a champion. Now... ride it."

Nayeon bit her lip, accepting the challenge. She placed her hands on your broad chest, her fingers splayed over your pecs, feeling the thunderous rhythm of your heart. She began to move.

It started slow—a languid rise and fall. She lifted herself almost to the tip, the friction of withdrawal sending sparks up your spine, before slamming back down.

Plap.

"Ah!~"

Plap.

"Yes..."

She found her rhythm quickly. She was a main dancer, after all; rhythm was in her blood. She began to roll her hips, grinding in a circular motion that massaged the base of your cock while stimulating her clit against your abdomen. The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh began to fill the soundproof room, replacing the music she had cut off.

Schlop... Plap, plap... Squish...

"Is this... is this good?" she gasped, looking down at you, needing that validation. Her hair was sticking to her neck, her stage outfit clinging to her damp skin. "Am I riding it well?"

"You're perfect," you groaned, your hands sliding up from her hips to cup her bouncing breasts. You squeezed the soft mounds, thumbing the erect nipples through the torn lace of her bra. "The best I've ever had. Look at you... dominating me."

The praise acted like fuel. Nayeon’s eyes flashed. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around your neck, burying her face in the crook of your shoulder as she picked up the pace.

"That’s right," she whispered fiercely against your ear. "I own you. You're my fan. You're my... mmnh... my toy."

She slammed her hips down harder. Thwack!

The friction was becoming intense. You could feel her walls spasming, rippling around your shaft. She was getting close. She ground her pubic bone against yours with desperate need, seeking friction for her swollen pearl.

"Y/N... Y/N!" Her voice pitched up, losing the bratty edge and becoming pure, needy whine. "It’s hitting... oh god, it's hitting the spot!"

"Cum for me, Nayeon," you commanded, bucking your hips up to meet her thrusts, driving deeper into her womb. "Show me that superstar finish."

She cried out, her head thrown back, her neck arched in a beautiful curve. Her inner muscles clenched around you like a vice—a rhythmic, milking pulse that nearly sent you over the edge.

"AHHH!~"

She rode the orgasm out, her hips stuttering, grinding against you as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. She collapsed forward onto your chest, breathless, her body trembling in the aftershocks. Drip... drip... You could feel her juices soaking your jeans, mixing with your own leaking desire.

For a moment, the only sound was her harsh, ragged breathing against your neck.

"Encore..." she mumbled into your skin, her voice slurred with dopamine. "That was just the opening act."

You chuckled, kissing the top of her sweaty head. "You have stamina, I'll give you that."

You gripped her waist and lifted her easily. Nayeon let out a startled squeak as you maneuvered her. You didn't let her go far. You shifted your position on the sofa, turning so you were facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror that lined the far wall.

"Turn around," you ordered softly. "I want you to see this."

Nayeon, still dazed but eager, obeyed. She turned her back to you, settling her knees between your spread legs once more. But this time, she faced the mirror.

The reflection stared back at her—and it was a masterpiece of depravity.

There she was, Im Nayeon, the pristine idol, looking thoroughly ravaged. Her expensive stage makeup was smudged, her lips swollen, her white silk outfit hanging off her body in tatters. And behind her, looming like a shadow, was you. Your large hands rested on her petite waist, your fingers nearly meeting in the middle.

"Look at the size difference," you whispered into her ear, your breath hot against her neck. You pointed at the mirror. "You look like a doll."

Nayeon stared at her reflection, mesmerized. "I look... I look so small," she breathed, watching as you guided her hips back onto your erection.

This angle—Reverse Cowgirl—allowed for deeper penetration. As you thrust up, entering her from behind, her eyes widened in the mirror. She watched your cock disappear inside her, stretching her open.

Sloop...

"Oh my god..." she gasped, bracing her hands on her own knees. "It goes deeper this way... Y/N, it’s touching my stomach!"

"Take it," you groand, abandoning gentleness.

You began to snap your hips upward. Thwap... Thwap... The sound of your pelvis hitting her ass cheeks was loud and sharp. Her breasts swayed freely with every impact, the nipples hard and red.

In the mirror, the view was incredible. Her peach—perfectly round, plump, and exercised to perfection—jiggled with every thrust. It was mesmerizing.

"You like looking at my ass, don't you?" she teased breathlessly, watching your eyes in the mirror. She arched her back, sticking her booty out further, offering it to you. "Is it a good view?"

"The best view in Seoul," you confirmed.

You reached out with your right hand. Smack!

You delivered a stinging slap to her right cheek. The flesh rippled, turning a bright pink instantly.

"Ah!~" Nayeon yelped, staring at herself in the mirror as the mark bloomed on her skin. Her eyes darkened. She liked it. She liked seeing the mark of your possession on her perfect skin.

"Hit me again," she dared, looking at your reflection. "Make it red. I want to feel it tomorrow when I'm at practice."

Thwack!

"Yes!~ Fuck..."

She began to push back against you, grinding her ass onto your lap, fighting for control again. But in this position, you had all the leverage. You reached around, your hands cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples roughly as you pounded into her from below.

Plap, plap, plap, plap!

The rhythm was fast, animalistic. The "Pop Star" aesthetic was gone, replaced by raw, carnal need. Nayeon’s head whipped back and forth, her mouth hanging open, drool swinging from her lip.

"I'm— I'm gonna— ah! No, wait, it's too much!" she stammered, overwhelmed by the dual sensation of your hands on her tits and your monster cock hammering her prostate.

"Not yet," you grunted. "We're changing the angle."

You pulled out abruptly. Ploop.

Nayeon whined at the loss of fullness, her body sagging forward. But you didn't give her time to complain. You grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, draping her over the armrest of the velvet sofa.

"Face down, ass up," you instructed, your voice brooking no argument.

She complied instantly, her face pressed into the leather, her ass high in the air. The position displayed her 'flower' perfectly—pink, swollen, and glistening with your combined fluids. It was twitching, desperate to be filled again.

"You're a menace," she mumbled into the cushion, though she wiggled her butt, inviting you in. "Treating an idol like a piece of meat..."

"You love it," you countered.

You stepped behind the sofa, giving you the perfect angle. You grabbed her waist with both hands, anchoring her. You lined up and thrust slowly at first to ease it up before going forward in one powerful motion.

SHLICK!

"GOD!" Nayeon screamed, the sound muffled slightly by the cushion.

This was the deepest angle yet. You were hitting her cervix, filling every nook and cranny of her. She clawed at the leather, her toes curling into the carpet.

"Too deep! Y/N, too deep!" she cried, but she pushed back against you, contradicting her words.

You set a soft rhythm slowly to brutal pace. Thud. Thud. Thud. Your hips slammed into her lush glutes, creating shockwaves that rippled through her entire body. You could see her back muscles flexing, the sweat running down her spine.

You leaned down, biting the sensitive skin of her shoulder blade, marking her.

"Who's your favorite?" you grunted against her skin, thrusting harder.

"You! It's you!" she sobbed, completely undone. "You're my favorite! Only you!"

You reached between her legs from behind, your fingers finding her clit again. It was slick, swollen, and hyper-sensitive. You began to rub it in circles while you fucked her from behind.

"Ah! Ah! No, that's cheating! That's—"

Her body went rigid. Her second orgasm hit her like a freight train.

"Y/N!!!!"

She clamped down around your cock, her internal walls milking you with terrifying strength. She shook violently, her legs giving out, leaving her supported entirely by the sofa and your grip on her hips. She squirted—a clear, heavy gush of fluid that soaked the leather beneath her.

Splatter...

You held her through the tremors, slowing your thrusts to a deep, rolling grind, enjoying the way her body pulsed around you. You were close—so close—but you held back, gritting your teeth, forcing yourself to stop just on the edge of the precipice.

You pulled out slowly, the sound of suction echoing in the room.

Slorp...

Nayeon collapsed onto the sofa, sliding down until she was a pile of limbs and white silk on the floor. She rolled onto her back, her chest heaving violently, her eyes unfocused and glassy. She looked thoroughly, beautifully destroyed.

You sat back on the edge of the sofa, spreading your legs, resting your elbows on your knees as you tried to catch your own breath. Your cock was still hard, still leaking, but you gave her a moment.

Nayeon lay there for a minute, staring up at the mirrored ceiling. Then, slowly, a grin spread across her face. A messy, satisfied, triumphant grin.

She lifted a shaky hand, giving you a thumbs up.

"Five stars..." she wheezed, her voice raspy. "Five stars on Yelp. Would recommend."

She crawled over to you, weak and trembling, and rested her head on your knee, nuzzling her cheek against your jeans.

"Give me a minute," she whispered, closing her eyes, her hand resting lazily on your thigh, inches from your aching shaft. "Just... let me recharge. And then... I want the finale."

The respite was short-lived. Nayeon, the ever-ambitious center of TWICE, wasn't one to leave a set unfinished. As she rested her head on your knee, catching her breath, her eyes drifted to your thing—the heavy, unspent proof of your desire that hadn't yet been allowed to break.

She lifted her head, her hair a chaotic halo of dark waves around her flushed face. A slow, predatory smile curled her swollen lips.

"You're still waiting," she observed, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that vibrated against your skin. "The audience has left, the lights are dim... but the main event hasn't happened yet."

She scrambled up from the floor, not with grace, but with raw, instinctual energy. She grabbed your hand—her fingers interlocking with yours, looking so small and delicate against your palm—and pulled.

"Come here," she commanded.

She dragged you away from the velvet sofa, away from the safety of the interior, towards the massive floor-to-ceiling window that dominated the far wall of the suite.

The city of Gangnam sprawled out below you—a galaxy of artificial stars. Headlights streamed like liquid gold through the arteries of the city; neon signs blinked in rhythmic pulses of blue, red, and white. It was a view worth millions, a view that belonged to the elite.

Nayeon stopped right at the glass. She turned her back to the view, facing you. She pressed her palms flat against the windowpane behind her, her shoulders hunching slightly as the cold glass met her heated skin.

"Look at it," she whispered, gesturing with a tilt of her head to the city behind her. "Millions of people down there. They're all listening to our song right now. They're streaming it. They're watching the MV."

She locked eyes with you, her gaze fierce, burning with a mix of narcissism and devotion.

"But none of them get to see this," she hissed. "None of them get to see Im Nayeon, their perfect idol, pressed up against the glass, waiting to be fucked by you."

The visual was striking. Behind her, the indifferent, bustling city. In front of her, you—a towering wall of muscle and shadow. The reflection in the glass ghosted over the city lights: a faint, translucent image of her disheveled white silk and your dark form closing in.

"You want an audience?" you asked, your voice low, stepping into her space. You placed your hands on the glass on either side of her head, caging her in. The heat radiating off your body trapped her against the cold window. "You want to give Seoul a show?"

"I want to give you a show," she corrected, reaching down to fumble with your erection that was desperate for release again. "Pick me up."

It wasn't a request.

You didn't hesitate. You slid your hands down her sides, gripping her waist. You bent your knees slightly and hoisted her up in one smooth, powerful motion. Nayeon gasped, the sudden weightlessness making her clutch at your shoulders. She wrapped her legs tightly around your waist, crossing her ankles behind your lower back to lock herself in place.

Now, she was eye-level with you. Her face was inches from yours, her breath mingling with yours. The position pressed her intricate, sensitive center directly against your throbbing hardness.

"You're so strong," she murmured, biting her lip as she felt the sheer power of your hold. You were supporting her entire weight effortlessly, your biceps flexing against her thighs. "Put it in. Fill me up again. I want to feel you deep."

You shifted your hips, lining up. The angle was tricky, requiring balance and strength, but you had both. You found her entrance—still wet, still gaping slightly from the previous round—and pushed forward.

Schlick...

Gravity was on your side. As you thrust forward, her weight sank down onto you.

"OH!~"

The penetration was instant and absolute. You buried yourself to the hilt in a single stroke, pinning her against the cold glass. The impact knocked the breath out of her.

Thump.

Her back hit the window, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a dull sound against the thick pane.

"Fuck, Nayeon..." you groaned, the sensation of her tight, hot channel squeezing you while suspended in the air was overwhelming. "You're clamping down so hard."

"Because I don't want to fall!" she whined breathlessly, tightening her grip around your neck. "Hold me! Don't drop me!"

"I've got you," you promised. "I've always got you."

You began to move. It was a workout. You had to support her weight while thrusting, using your legs and core to drive into her. Squat. Thrust. Lift. It was primal.

Plap... Thud... Plap... Thud...

The rhythm established itself—the wet slap of your pelvis against her buttocks, followed by the dull thud of her back against the glass. Nayeon’s head fell back, her neck exposing the column of her throat to the city lights.

"Y-Yes! Right there!" she cried out, her nails digging into your shoulders. "Use me! Use your trophy!"

You looked at her face—the ecstasy twisting her features. Then you looked past her, at the reflection in the dark glass. You saw yourself, a dark beast of a man, holding the nation's beloved princess impaled against the window of a skyscraper. It was the ultimate power trip.

"Look at the reflection, Nayeon," you grunted, shifting your grip to grab one of her thighs, hitching it higher to open her up even more. "Look at us hovering over the city."

She cracked her eyes open, turning her head to the side to see the ghostly image in the glass. Seeing herself like that—suspended, helpless, being ravaged high above the streets—flipped that switch in her brain again.

"So... dirty..." she panted, a involuntary drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. "I look like such a slut for you."

"The best," you agreed, increasing the pace.

Your endurance was being tested, but the finish line was in sight. The friction was incredible. Every time you thrust, she bounced slightly, her internal walls massaging your cock from base to tip.

You leaned in, capturing her lips in a messy kiss. She tasted like champagne and sex… is it even a thing? Who cares, she is tasty. You devoured her mouth, your tongue sweeping inside, mimicking the brutal rhythm of your hips. Nayeon moaned into your mouth, her tongue fighting back, tangling with yours.

You broke the kiss to bury your face in her neck, biting down gently on the soft muscle of her shoulder.

"I'm close," you warned, your voice ragged. "Nayeon, I'm close."

"Do it!" she screamed, abandoning all idol composure. She stopped bouncing and started grinding, rotating her hips while locked around you, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of the moment. "Fill me! Give me my reward! I want the Perfect All-Kill inside me!"

That was it. The phrase broke the dam.

You gave one final, spine-shattering thrust, burying yourself as deep as physically possible, pressing her flat against the vibrating glass.

SLAM.

"Nghhh!"

Your hips locked against hers. You exploded (figuratively of course) as the orgasm ripped through you. It was violent, intense, a release of hours of pent-up tension and adoration. You pumped wave after wave of hot, thick seed deep into her womb.

Spurt... Spurt...

Nayeon felt it. She felt the hot jets hitting her inside, filling her up, inflating her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body going limp in your arms as the sensation triggered a sympathetic aftershock in her.

"Ah... ahh... oh god... so much..." she whimpered, her head lolling against the windowpane. "It's so hot... Y/N..."

You held her there for a long time, riding out the aftershocks, your legs burning, your breath coming in harsh gasps. You kept yourself buried inside her, acting as a plug, ensuring she took every drop.

Finally, your strength began to wane. You slowly lowered her down.

Her feet touched the carpet, but her legs were like jelly. She wobbled immediately, and you had to catch her, holding her upright against the glass.

You pulled out slowly.

Sloop...

A copious amount of white fluid followed your exit, gushing out of her stretched entrance and running down her inner thighs.

Drip... Drip... Splat.

It pooled on the expensive carpet, a messy testament to the night's events.

Nayeon looked down at the mess, her eyes wide and glassy. She looked at your softening cock, which was glistening and wet. Then she looked at her own legs, streaked with your cum.

She let out a soft, breathless giggle. She leaned back against the window, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor, her back against the glass, framed by the lights of Seoul.

She reached out, grabbing the hem of your shirt, and pulled you down until you were kneeling in front of her.

"Now..." she whispered, her voice wrecked, a beautiful, raspy mess. She reached up to cup your face, her thumb brushing over your lip. "That... was a grand finale."

She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against yours, closing her eyes.

"My legs aren't going to work for the encore tomorrow," she mumbled, a sleepy smile playing on her lips. "You're going to have to carry me to the van, Jagi."

You chuckled, leaning forward to kiss the tip of her nose. The adrenaline was fading, replaced by a warm, heavy contentment.

"Anything for you, Superstar."

The magenta storm had passed, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier, sweeter, and infinitely more profound than the chaos of the performance. The karaoke machine had long since gone into sleep mode, the neon lights dimming to a soft, ambient amber that mimicked the glow of a dying fire.

You were sprawled on the velvet sofa, your massive frame taking up the length of it, legs stretched out, one arm thrown behind your head. Nayeon lay atop you—a puddle of white silk and exhaustion. She had "powered down" completely. The fierce, demanding center who had just demanded worship against a windowpane was gone. In her place was just Nayeon.

Small. Soft. Yours.

Her cheek was pressed flat against your sternum, right over your heart. Her eyes were closed, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks, which were slowly fading from flush-red to a creamy, sleepy pale. Her fingers, stripped of their microphone-gripping tension, were idly tracing the buttons of your shirt, drawing invisible shapes over your chest.

"It’s slowing down," she murmured, her voice barely a vibration against your ribs. "Your heart. It was going boom-boom-boom before. Like a bass drum."

"It calmed down because you’re safe," you replied quietly, your free hand resting heavily on the small of her back, keeping her anchored to you. "It’s in rest mode."

She hummed, a sound that was half-purr, half-sigh, and snuggled closer, her nose digging into the fabric of your shirt. She inhaled deeply, seeking your scent beneath the sweat and sex.

"I don't want to move," she confessed, her voice thick with sleep. "Can we just live here? I'll have Jihyo bring us food. You can fight off the PD-nim if he tries to enter."

You chuckled, the sound rumbling through your chest and jostling her gently. "I think Jihyo would kill us both if we camped out in a VIP suite. And you have a fan sign tomorrow at noon."

Nayeon groaned, a long, miserable sound of protest. She lifted her head just enough to glare at you, her nose scrunching up in that signature bunny expression.

"You’re supposed to be on my side," she accused poutily, though her eyes were soft. "You’re supposed to say, 'Yes, Princess Nayeon, let’s cancel everything and sleep for a week.'"

"I am on your side," you corrected, reaching up to brush a damp strand of hair away from her forehead. "Which is why I’m going to make sure you get home, get washed up, and get into your actual bed so you can shine tomorrow."

She stared at you for a moment, studying your face—the sharp jawline, the tired but warm eyes. She let out a soft huff of defeat and collapsed back onto your chest.

"Fine. But you have to fix me first. I’m a disaster."

She was right. She looked like a beautiful wreck. Her expensive stage outfit was twisted, the lace torn in places, safety pins undone. Her lipstick was smeared, and there were dried tracks of sweat and tears on her cheeks.

"Up we go," you murmured.

You sat up slowly, taking her with you. She whined but allowed herself to be maneuvered until she was sitting sideways on your lap, her legs draped over your thighs. You reached for the pack of wet wipes and the bottle of water on the table—the essential toolkit of a secret lover.

The cleanup was a ritual of its own, intimate in a way that sex wasn't.

You uncapped a water bottle and dampened a napkin. Nayeon closed her eyes, tilting her face up obediently as you gently wiped the smudged lipstick from the corners of her mouth. You traced the line of her jaw, cleaning away the sweat.

"You ruined my makeup," she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed as you dabbed at her neck. "The makeup unnie is going to ask questions. 'Nayeon-ah, why are your lips so swollen? Why is your foundation gone?'"

"Tell her you ate spicy tteokbokki," you suggested, moving to fix her hair.

You used your large fingers to comb through the tangles, smoothing the dark waves. You found the hair tie that had snapped during the fervor and replaced it with a spare from your wrist (you always carried one; it was a habit born of dating an idol). You pulled her hair back into a loose, messy bun, securing it gently.

"Tteokbokki doesn't make my neck red," she pointed out, opening one eye to look at the reflection in the dark window. She pulled the collar of her ruined outfit down to reveal a darkening love bite on her collarbone. "Look at that! You branded me."

"I’ll get you a scarf," you promised, leaning in to kiss the mark softly, apologizing and claiming it at the same time.

Then came the outfit. The white silk bodice was barely holding on. You adjusted the straps, pulling the fabric up to cover her chest properly. The safety pins were tricky. Your large, clumsy fingers—which had been so dexterous in undressing her—struggled with the tiny metal clasps.

Nayeon watched you struggle, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. She rested her hands on your shoulders, enjoying the sight of her big, strong man frowning in concentration over a tiny pin.

"Careful," she teased softly. "Don't poke me."

"I'm trying," you grunted, finally securing the fabric. You pulled her skirt down, smoothing the wrinkles as best you could. It wasn't perfect—she looked like she’d been through a storm—but it would hold until the car.

Finally, you picked up the beige trench coat from the floor. You shook it out, dusting off invisible lint, and held it open for her.

"Time to go undercover, Agent Bunny," you whispered.

Nayeon sighed, sliding her arms into the sleeves. You buttoned it up all the way to her chin, hiding the ruined outfit, the love bites, and the evidence of your night together. You grabbed the bucket hat and pulled it low over her eyes, then handed her a fresh face mask.

She put the mask on, covering the swollen lips and the sleepy smile. Suddenly, she was just an anonymous figure in a coat again.

"Can you walk?" you asked, looking at her legs.

Nayeon stood up, taking a tentative step. Her knees wobbled instantly. She looked at you, her eyes crinkling at the corners behind the mask.

"Nope," she declared simply. "System failure. Battery empty. Requesting transport."

You shook your head, smiling. "Request granted."

You stood up, towering over her again. You bent down and scooped her up effortlessly. You didn't do the bridal carry; that was too open. You lifted her high, letting her wrap her legs around your waist and bury her face in the crook of your neck—the "Koala" hold. It hid her face completely and kept her secure against your body.

She felt incredibly light, even with the heavy coat. You wrapped one arm firmly under her butt to support her, your other hand resting on the back of her head, shielding her.

" comfy?"

"Mmm," she vibrated against your neck. "Best seat in the house."

You grabbed your phone and checked the hallway camera feed on the VIP panel. Clear.

You stepped out of the suite, the heavy door clicking shut behind you, sealing the secrets of the night inside. The hallway was quiet, carpeted and dim. You walked with a steady, silent gait, your sneakers making no sound.

Nayeon was dead weight in your arms, limp and trusting. She smelled of the wet wipes you’d used and her fading vanilla perfume. As you walked toward the private elevator, her breathing evened out against your neck. She was already drifting.

Ding.

The elevator arrived. You stepped in and hit the button for the B3 garage—the private exit.

As the metal box descended, Nayeon shifted slightly, tightening her grip on your shirt.

"Y/N?" she mumbled, her voice barely audible over the hum of the lift.

"I'm here," you whispered, rubbing her back soothingly.

"You're really warm," she slurred sleepily. "Like a heater. Don't put me down yet."

"I won't put you down until we're safe," you assured her.

The elevator doors opened to the cold, concrete expanse of the VIP garage. It was empty save for a few luxury sedans. Your black SUV was parked in the corner, heavily tinted, invisible in the shadows.

You walked over to it, balancing Nayeon easily on one arm as you fished your keys out of your pocket. You unlocked the back door.

You didn't dump her in the seat. You climbed in with her, settling into the spacious backseat leather. The privacy glass shut out the harsh fluorescent lights of the garage.

Only then did you try to untangle her limbs.

"No..." she whined, clinging to you as you tried to move her to her own seat.

"You need to buckle up, Nayeon," you said gently, peeling her arms from your neck. "Safety first."

You settled her into the seat, reclining it slightly so she could sleep. You pulled the seatbelt across her chest, the click of the buckle sounding loud in the quiet car. She looked tiny in the large leather seat, swallowed by her trench coat and bucket hat.

She blinked her eyes open, fighting the sandman for one last second. She reached out, her hand seeking yours across the center console.

"Hand," she demanded softly.

You laced your fingers with hers. Her hand was small, cool, and soft. You brought it to your lips, kissing her knuckles.

"Go to sleep, Nayeon. I'll wake you when we get to the dorm."

She squeezed your hand once, weak but firm.

"Love you, giant," she mumbled, her eyes finally fluttering shut. "You're... my favorite."

"I know," you whispered back, looking at her peaceful face, the fierce idol completely disarmed and dreaming. "And you're my star."

You started the engine, the car purring to life. You eased out of the parking spot, moving smoothly so as not to wake her. As you drove up the ramp and out into the Seoul night, merging with the river of traffic, you kept your right hand firmly clasped in hers.

The world has Nayeon flaunt herself as Im Nayeon, the untouchable center of TWICE, the girl who conquered the charts today because…Nayeon is Nayeon, she got that “i love myself” energy. But looking in the rearview mirror at the sleeping figure in the beige lump of a coat, you knew the truth.

Not when you have the lights off in your study, the sound of laughs downstairs surrounding the dining table, really fucked how you’ve hidden away from everyone else - also wanting to at the same time because all of them would have the same thread of thoughts running through their head if they saw you at the front of your desk with another body pressed towards you. 

“Don’t get so worked up,” Sana tells you, lips fast across your neck while her singular hand is well deep into the grip of your shaft. You could feel her breath slip through the opening when her lips are back on yours, the taste of her is already addicting the more she leans, a hand in her hair trying to give more, fighting, but losing drastically. 

What you give, Sana takes. That’s usually how it works in most cases like these with her. You can’t stop, you won’t stop. It’s already difficult to break away once she’s lowering your inhibitions without the use of alcohol. 

“Maybe I should deal with you right now instead of later,” you tell her, hiding the smallest hint of worry when your hands find Sana’s hips. She’s proud of the sigh she lets out against your mouth when pulling away before you’re quick to drag her back in. “Let the whole world below know of the things you’re doing to me right now?” 

You won’t stop giving in, because Sana gets you. Just like that. 

“Have them screaming in shock when you bend me over the desk fucking me?” Sana asks, a tempting offer above a whisper at that. It also doesn’t help that she’s giggling at the thought of you doing exactly what she proposes. “Sounds hot,” she says, huskily, “because I know you would.” 

This was never supposed to happen. Hell, this was the last thing you expected to happen. All of the possibilities in repercussions start flowing through your head again because this was definitely not the first time you’ve surrendered yourself to Sana’s advances, nor that you didn't want to. 

She’s like quick sand, pulling you from underneath into the catacombs of temptations that would have Satan himself impressed if he could see you right now. Or how this woman at her fingertips is breaking down every last bit of rational support running through your brain just so that she can draw out the rasps of desperation to get her screaming, shuddering. 

You could lower the flag and raise up the drawbridges - it’s so easy to do. She’s playing all of her cards right, knowing that your hand would never stack up against hers. 

Forget calling a bluff in this house of cards, since the only play you have in your book is to fold. 

–

You see, the events that happened before the wildfire were relatively tame. 

Nothing but wins coming left and right in the avenue of your life. Speaking of avenues, there’s this newly acquired house (all thanks to your surprisingly good credit score) alongside this block that has a new occupant–

“Babe, the place is amazing!” Dahyun exclaims out, arms around your neck once you and her finally make it past the front porch, taking in the high ceilings and matte layout of the new space. All of this wouldn’t have been possible if it weren’t for the countless days and hours of work to achieve this milestone. You’ll be proud of yourself for settling down while others may be working for bigger goals and ambitions. 

(A minor correction: two new occupants.)

The house itself is in a nice area. Not too far from the city, in a pretty well modest community, alongside the hills. Detailing is pretty modern: four bedrooms, three bathrooms, two stories, kitchen was renovated before signing off the lease, ideas for rooms themselves are already drafting from Dahyun’s pinterest board. Knowing that your wife has some good taste, it wasn’t worth deliberating over. You’ve gone through the gauntlet of places in different areas: beachside, close by to your cousins, one was also about a two hour trip away from the city, there’s also this high rise apartment that would’ve been a perfect choice though it never happens. 

There’s some scattered boxes here and there still, but most of the things are already in place from the whole moving process. Aside from all the heavy lifting and not wanting to stain the ring on your finger from the dust and oil when the truck broke down on one of four trips, the beauty of being able to be grounded by the tune of Dahyun’s laughs and witty banter when you’re trying to catalog and take inventory of the things that will be kept and what’s going up for the garage sale you plan to have within the next week or so. 

“I’m just glad that we finally got it over with.” You put her down, eyes overseeing the view past the spacious living room, as well as the boardwalk-esque deck housing the pool right outside. “Absolute hell trying to get the final documents signed, but finally.” 

“I’m so proud of you honey,” Dahyun tells you, hand to your cheek with the most reassuring look that she’s known for giving in your times of crisis. “Had I known that we’d actually get the house after almost signing off on the last place with Jeongyeon–” 

“Our luck was pretty much cut out for us,” you amend, though she’s not thinking of the ‘what could’ve been’ - since the here and now was all that mattered to Dahyun. You wanted this, and she did too. The agreement was not hard to fight over; sights were set, end of discussion. 

“We should give our credit to Jeongyeon for referring us to this place,” Dahyun starts again, trailing off with hands behind her back, chin up when she walks in deeper. Her gaze turns back to you, leaning on the pillar when you’re staring up at the intricate set of lights hanging over the couch. “Didn’t you say this listing was about to be taken down at the last minute?” 

“Almost,” you answer, hugging Dahyun again with your nose in her hair, “Gladly got the call as soon as I found out.” 

Dahyun twists around, arms circling her waist, pulling her closer under your touch. She’s happy, giddy when the tip of your nose is nuzzling hers for a quick second. Cliché, corny even, but you’re in love and she’s in love - something that the new home will be more filled with for years to come. 

“Shouldn’t we empty out the rest of the remaining boxes?” you ask her, hands curling inward on the small of her back, leaning in slowly for the softness of her fingertips across your face, the plushness of her lips on yours. 

This was a brand new start, a turn of the page in the livelihood of things, one act onto the next. 

–

Here’s the thing about new beginnings, most of these aspects are supposed to be taken in a positive light.

Most of the time. 

The subject of change itself is frightening, can make someone anxious at times because of the uncertainty of how things would play from here on out. Naturally, it’s normal for human beings to feel like this - this daunting notion in being uncomfortable because of this collective notion of ‘being stuck in the past’ or ‘to relive the glory days’. Nostalgia is believed to be one of the great unsaid drugs that everyone takes unknowingly without even realizing it. 

Luckily, you’re not facing things alone around these parts of life now. 

Kim ‘the introverted but somewhat still a social butterfly’ Dahyun has this effect on others that makes her extremely likable. Hell, if it weren’t for that characteristic, the ring on her finger wouldn’t have been there in the first place. She just has this quintessential quirk of just being able to click with others like it's nothing, almost as if she’s known someone she’s just met for more than five years. 

It’s an art in itself to admire, a playlist of clips in your mind that you’ll keep replaying over and over whenever the instance occurs. 

You’re willing to be a people person while she does it effortlessly. 

Not even a week after getting settled in, Dahyun was already getting acquainted with the nearby neighbors opposite and adjacent to your place while you’re busy getting the groceries in (since one or two trips are always the priority for the efficiency of less work.) 

If you’re looking at your new house from the street and inwards, the home on your left is owned by Jihyo. She’s lovely, adventurous, mostly in and out of the house on a daily basis. You lean an ear into the conversation while Dahyun’s getting her small garden going that Jihyo was also a pilates coach, the hint taken with the amount of lululemon products she wears and has in her closet in the brief exchanges of hello’s and head nods. In the next house over to the right, there was Chaeyoung’s place. Dahyun tells you over dinner a few nights ago that Chaeyoung is this underground indie artist that’s hardly home because of her tour scheduling and the fact that she’s in London for her Europe leg on the calendar, but was home for a quick break since her brother just came back from the mandatory military service. 

“You know, when I first looked into this cul de sac, I didn’t expect to live next to a considerable amount of celebrities.” you say, tending to the raw set of patties spread across the grill while the backyard of your house was transformed to this small, homey, kickback-style of a housewarming party with nearly everyone invited along the street. “Too early to say I’ve hit the jackpot?” 

“Please,” Jihyo starts, the cup of bourbon in her hand swirling while the smoke is up in the air, “I think you think too highly of this community a lot.” 

“Everyone has something special going on around here, which is nice.” 

“A silent observer,” she murmurs at you, “Dahyun likes that about you, the ability to read people. You could honestly pass that as your hidden talent.” 

“I may not be a people person like her, but if the conversation persists–” 

“He has no problem slotting himself into it like it’s nothing.” Dahyun says over your shoulder, arm snaking your middle while she’s pressing a kiss into the blend of your shirt while you’re flipping burgers on the clock. “The best at it too.” 

Even through the shades of your glasses, you lean over with Dahyun scooching to your left. A white bucket hat is all you see through the lens that’s shielding the top of her head with the monochrome scheme she has with her dress and shirt. Simplicity at its finest with the way she swipes your drink for a quick clink with Jihyo’s before downing it after. 

There’s this mix of food and drinks being dished out, there’s a lot of simple activities spread out across the yard. Some people are in the pool with White Claws on the cupholders of the floaties, another group is playing spikeball that one of them brought over for more variety with the hoop on the outer rim of the boardwalk, the set table for beer pong, and essentially some others that were scribbled off the shopping list. 

You’re weaving in and out of different groups throughout the houseparty - the role of being the host of the party really shows with the amount of times you’ve checked in with everyone in the span of ten to fifteen minutes. It’s all in good graces really, to set a solid first impression while the ambience really sets everyone into a mood. Cooling down once the sunset hits, and all of a sudden the influx of drinks being passed around might be mistaken as a frat party. 

Aside from the inquiries of passing more drinks, you’ve noticed the stigma that’s seeping through the guest’s faces when you’re indulging in conversations, a hierarchy of sorts. And when they see you get cozy in the seat, that’s when the questions occur. 

Mina, the person living in the house on the opposite side of your street asks: so what’s your daytime occupation, if you don’t mind me asking?

Quick on the draw, you answer: Currently working in data science from the comforts of my home. Oh, and I also dabble with a little bit of history to a minor stance. 

“The world doesn’t thank enough people who aren’t willing to move for a charitable cause.” Her tone is nonchalant, almost flat. That simple black dress she’s wearing, the outline of her figure that may look unreal at first glance, the way her leg is folded on top that signifies that she’s all class, a tilt of her head that has you leaning back ever so slightly. “Are you this some sort of- house husband then? Given the way you’ve been tending to us around the party so far?”

“God no,” you answer, hand up in defense while you’re casually leaning for the unattended cup of Lager that was brought in by Jihyo’s fling? Booty call? Friend with some benefit? It wouldn’t matter since he’s athletic enough to have his own chain of gyms as a fine investment. “Call me a clean freak, but I get by with my duties around the new place.”

“What does Dahyun do again?” Lisa, another neighbor just a few houses down chimes in, “You said that she’s–”

“A corporate lawyer,” you say, catching Dahyun in your peripheral view who’s laughing with another guest that seemed to just make their way into the late afternoon. Hand to the back of your head while racking it, “She’s pretty damn good at her job too.” 

You get a collective nod from the two women when you keep your mouth partly open with a tongue nicking the inside of your bottom lip. Logistically, Dahyun was a key counterpart in her firm, the way that she’s her bosses’ right hand when it comes to finishing off deals whether the fact it came down to mergers or closing cases. She’s always one to speak her mind, not willing to play nice or by the book. 

Generally, a lawyer’s job tends to be stressful at times, given the unhealthy hours depending on what lands on her desk first thing when she walks in, early or not. If Dahyun needs some downtime, you’d give it to her - something about it that she coined you to be her sleeping pill. 

(Kinda funny, though.) 

However, there was this whole ordeal of some big litigation incident with one of the firm’s associated parties. Something about the high ranking chairman and close member convicted of fraud and if the press found out about it, the whole door gets blown up and it turns into an absolute shit show. Dahyun’s boss had her spearhead the whole thing and as a big token of appreciation, she managed to get time off. 

The apartment prior was starting to get a little bit cramped, so she brought up the idea of moving while eating out for lunch one afternoon and that was that. 

Explains how the house acquisition was more simple to deal with, considering how you’re good with numbers and finances, but that’s all to know. 

Tech savvy, is what Mina tells you, taking out of it with a margarita in her hand while you raise your cup in acknowledgement, breaking away from the set of couches around the makeshift bonfire pit. Ever the sentry, unintentional but it’s what a good party host does to get to know new faces, right? 

Like the ping pong ball on the table, you’re bouncing around the backyard again, avoiding the splash zone of the pool when you slide across the makeshift bar of different varieties of drinks off to the right of the sliding door, cups riddled both half full and empty that’ll have to be dealt with eventually later, or in the next morning - whichever one happens first. A frame of mind falls into the same habit, picking up the clutter for a bit before you could treat yourself to another choice of booze or wine you’ll fish out of the kitchen once done. 

Nothing would prepare you for the extra set of small hands swooping in the table to keep tight on the slack. 

She seems familiar, not long term familiar, but something that you’ve caught yourself having a double take at for a quick second only to forget a couple seconds later. A quick spike of the heartbeat, that’s also something that you’re very torn on in that moment - running back a necessary subroutine in your memory banks to check that you’re - well, you.

“I take you’re the guy Dahyun was praising about.” she says, her voice cheery with that simple but sly smile of hers that’s stabbing daggers into your heart. “Find it hard to believe that you’re her husband, actually.”

The solo cups slide in smoothly, placing it back in the respective stack while this girl is tending to the crushed water bottles and cans in that small plastic bag she’s putting them in. A small contribution at that, but a helpful gesture that you’ll indirectly accept once the plastic is tied and in the bin. 

“And what are you trying to say?” you start, arm bearing your hand when you stand square across from her. “Was it everything that you hoped to expect?” 

Unbuttoned baseball jersey, those high top sneakers and short shorts giving a slight peek into her figure from the down up. Her tank top also raised enough to show her toned midsection that looks tapered and detailed. Casual, you think, perfect for the summer vibe that you could honestly put a lei over her neck and all of a sudden this party is a fucking luau. 

“Hon!” a voice calls out to you in the distance, approaching you and the girl from the other side of the yard. When that person gets closer, it turns out to be Dahyun who immediately grins at the sight of you looking all curious. “Oh! Good, I’ve managed to get you two both together.” 

“But you didn’t do anything.” 

“Who said that I was the one to start it?” 

“Coming from the person who’s all for taking the credit for herself.” 

“Always the pleaser,” the girl laughs out loud, Dahyun closing in with her fingers intertwining with hers. There’s history to them - not even a second thought to track back, it’s all there right in front of you to see. It also clicks in your head that this girl was also the same one that Dahyun was gleefully excited to see back in your sit-in with Mina and Lisa. 

The exchange of happy glances abruptly stops when Dahyun catches you with an arched brow, looking for answers, and to this she just smiles downward because how could she forget with the formalities, it’s silly. “Babe, I’d like you to meet Minatozaki Sana, one of my closest friends since college.” 

“Sana,” you say, and when the syllables reverberate past the oral cavity and into the air, it rolls off the tongue nicely. “I see, friend of Dahyun’s?” 

“Indeed I am,” she says, extending her hand as a peaceful offering - not even realizing the turmoil that’s running through your head while hiding it effortlessly. The way her hand fits in yours, her whole body looks delicate like she’s handmade with God’s well crafted time; she’s also a few inches taller than Dahyun (by two for the accurate calculation), you’ve got Dahyun to mold into the threads of the mattress and now imagine–

“I was wondering who was getting Dahyun a bit excited at the gate when you came in,” you say as you’re pouring yourself another cup of brandy this time, since the other drinks were relatively tame for your high alcohol tolerance. “Now with a face to the name, I gotta say, you’re pretty likable already.” 

Bottom line, it’s really curious to act this way. Clearly, you’re smiling at the fact that she’s standing there with her arms crossed, you’ve placed your cup down filling the next one, because another wouldn’t hurt. 

So how did you and Dahyun meet, you say - palm flat on the foldable table that sends the drinks sloshing slightly at the change in stable weight. I would assume that the story in itself is an interesting one, I hope? 

Sana and Dahyun have this exchanging look between the two of them, the infatuation of how their minds are interlinked. These two have been through everything, despite the differences in majors and fields of work - the bond that they have is admirable. “What do you know about me that Dahyun has told you?” 

“Whatever that wasn't ordinary already,” you reply. “What also boggles my mind is that–”

“If she told you about the time I almost had to blow my professor to give me a passing grade, she’s dead wrong. It never happened.” That star-stricken grin that has you pouting slightly and rolling your eyes because her answer has you completely way off of left field. 

Not that, you add on but-hmm it can only make you wonder of the kinds of things that happened in that period of youth, before Dahyun came along into your life albeit a simple nudge of the shoulder while passing between working schedules. A part of the script of life that’s rewritten in itself and jesus - it’ll sit in the comfy nook of your brain while it sends your heart and gut flipping in all directions. 

Let that be a new doc or spreadsheet for you to graph out in your mind, because there’s a lot to compute and learn into getting this right. 

–

So it actually turns out that Sana’s the next door neighbor living on the left of your house. She just wasn’t there during the whole moving process before the housewarming party because like Mina, Sana was out and about seeing the world - something about putting some miles in her life trying to cross off one or two things off the bucket list, maybe more. 

There’s only some noticeable details to keep track of in a few: 

* Said somewhere along the lines of having a fear of heights? Lost a bet to her cousin and went skydiving to get over it. 

* Well-spoken, considering that she was in Dahyun’s undergrad cohort before she had a change of heart in her choice of major, leading towards the pipeline of communication studies or working with kids, cute. 

* She’s an only child in the family and very accepting of the fact of having a big house to herself (since Juile, her housemate who was also paying for half of the place but hardly around to live inside and still depositing the rent when it was time). Lonely, one might say out of sympathy but that would be undermining her success till now. 

* Oh, and that story of her blowing her professor to get a passing grade? Hard to believe how it’s true and very similar to a common storyline you’ve surfed incognito on the internet before.

“Look,” and she says this with a whole hearted laugh when you’re behind her and Dahyun walking out of the side gate. “It was only a one time thing, I swear and plus,” you’re having flash of doubt when Dahyun looks over, and you’re terrible at hiding it because it’s in your eyes, a shake of the head in disbelief when Sana’s shoulders slouch, “we were sophomores that hated that fuckass professor so much, I was willing to take the fall.” 

“And you did, but thank god there’s no proof of documentation that recounts such events like those, right? Right?” 

A prompting cough deviates the ongoing conversation, “I assume that everything was handled then?” To this, Sana nods - right hand swearing under oath, smiling earnestly with those eyes of hers, left hand supporting her elbow. She’s distracting with how her tank top peeks out with her chest open slightly. In the court of law, she could never get away with testifying let alone convince the grand jury. “I mean, what would happen if there was something that’s sizable enough to damage your image of being this good-willed human being?” 

“Then everyone would watch the world burn if that were the true, but I’m cautious of my digital footprint, always making sure that my track record is clean.” 

(She’s in the same pedigree as Mina, Lisa, and pretty much everyone that’s occupying the boulevard: poised, casual, stable, know themselves all too well to get what they want - because they always do, it’ll have your head turning from the moment they walk in to when they leave the table. Dahyun gave you the brief rundown about her circle of friends; they’re good people, not wanting to let the finer things of life get to them, stay true to their words, grounded even.)

It’s how the amber light of your garage door shines above that gives Sana this radiating shade of copper in her hair. You’d offer to walk her back to her place if it wasn’t just a few steps away. Better yet, Dahyun would’ve permitted you to do so if you were to ask right now, but it’s fine. The grace period of life works in mysterious ways, funny how this sense of nostalgia comes back when you see two lovely girls play the game of catch-up, hugging after not seeing each other for a couple years. 

Tuning back in to the image: 

“I’m baffled you’ve managed to land a house like this, especially with your money and the amount of back breaking work you do on a daily basis. Twenty trials? You’re a fucking workaholic.” 

The pair of them laugh together, it’s really heartwarming to listen. 

Still, 

“-plus the extended vacation time you just got-” Sana sounds like a kid on the last days of school trying to come up with a multitude of things to waste time while Dahyun just listens to her rambling; eyes curving up with stupid smiles and the head tilts as if the secrets being exchanged are not meant to be spoken of to others, they look good together, wow. Have we checked the calendar if it’s Pride month still?

When they turn toward you, the actions seem unreal to register. Dahyun’s monolids contrast Sana’s double eyelids, the way Sana’s eyes especially look almond like. Her smile is a little smaller compared to Dahyun’s and when they’re just freely cuddling each other without any spite of jealousy beneath it.

They’re leaving you dumbfounded, consider yourself to be humbled. 

Sana breaks the hug first before she lets out an overreaching hand for you to shake. You’ll admit on another given day to Dahyun that Sana’s pretty, the small pull hinting at her smile all the more reason to give a positive outlook for first impressions that will also have you wondering how in the hell isn’t she in a relationship yet. Overkill when she does the line with her eyes while keeping the same smile when mirroring Dahyun’s expression, too. 

“Same number as always?” Dahyun asks, clinging onto her hand like she’s going away for a sizable amount of time. “I got nothing for the next couple of weeks.” 

“I’ll just walk over and ring the doorbell, don’t bother.” Sana’s answer is optimistic, and you’re hoping she’ll stick to her word because you’re willing to break the lines, the yellow tape at the scene, and ignore the lines of ink blacked out for confidentiality assurance. 

You and Dahyun say good night, and she’s just happily bouncing along the sidewalk into her own front yard. 

“She likes you, by the way.” Dahyun tells you, slotting herself right underneath your right arm while you’re squinting to see absolutely nothing in the darkness, not even tuned in to what your wife was telling you. A few sweeps of looks across the street pass and you’re rubbing warmth on her shoulder, only to nudge your head slightly to finally hear. 

“Sana’s…interesting.” you say, blinking, looking down at Dahyun’s gaze before your eyes shoot away scouring for something else to eye at in the short meantime before a light slap to the stomach sends you snorting out of the quick annoyance. “Hey, based on how she acted, I would’ve thought she’d be anything but ordinary.” 

“She’s done some stupid shit, that’s for sure.” Dahyun signs to her own admission, seeing it first hand of the stories that were told an hour ago. “Though, she’s gotten better once I convinced her to see things in a different perspective.” 

“Could’ve passed as a good lawyer if you asked me.” 

“Please tell me that’s satirical.” 

“Wasn’t planning to say, but I guess it just happened.” 

A close of the gate and up the steps into the front door, easy to say that getting yourself settled in for once in your life doesn’t seem to be that bad of an idea. The plans themselves are just getting started, drawing them up on the itinerary sometime later this week will get a number of things going. 

–

Apparently nobody saw this coming, and let this be an error in the calculations because evidently, this whole ‘summer in the hamptons’ type thing was about to be undermined entirely. 

Turns out on the following day, Dahyun gets this business call at around three in the morning, and the phone just keeps vibrating on the nightstand. She eventually lets you off slumbering with the lamp on while she goes to the couch to hear what her boss was egging on about for what you think would be a short call, but it wasn’t. 

What you eventually find out hours later is that Dahyun was called in to help play defense in this big lawsuit that was deemed to be ‘the second coming of the Watergate Scandal’. God, those news anchors and journalists need to do a better job of nailing the creative writing aspect because it was just fucking awful when they’re reporting it at eight in the morning after. Apparently you’re also reading an article online on your desktop about Dahyun’s firm coming under fire for a sizable client that’s been doing murky deals behind their backs that would not only jeopardize one branch of the corporate relationship, but all the potential deals that have yet to be signed. It’s a mess. Though, work shouldn’t even be the thought since Dahyun’s pulling out all of these boxes that were related to this case out all over the dining room table that she has to bring back to her office and whatever was on the menu for the boat party next week that you’re having with close family and friends was about to be canceled. 

And this has happened on many occasions, but if it involved Dahyun or anything related to the law firm she holds dearly to her heart (of course, you’re first, obviously) the support in her endeavor would always be important to protect. 

“I just hoped that they were able to handle this quietly, and without my help.” You’re dipping your head down to spit the last taste of mint from your mouth. Dahyun leans forward on the sink with her ankles crossed, wearing one of your shirts blinking dutifully, quite zoned out while her hand is over your hamstring, tapping it gingerly. 

“Well if that were the case, then they would’ve called you in anyway.” You say, raising an eyebrow with the tinge of mouthwash cycling in and out when you spit again. “So much for having your rewarded vacation time.” 

Dahyun leans back against the mirror when she’s putting her hair up in this messy bun. She looks a little more relaxed compared to the ragged breaths down your ear when your cock was buried inside her, clinging to your neck while that vicious upstroke of your hips sends her absolutely blown out. The look she gives with her pleading eyes when you take the toothbrush out of her mouth, washing it after she leans over to spit out the toothpaste before handing a washcloth for you to wipe yourself with. “You think I shouldn’t go.” 

“Wasn’t really bringing that up for you to consider, but judging how this looks from the outside in, I’d say it’s pretty bad.” 

“You’re really not helping my train of thought here,” she sighs, hands bearing her waist, the crinkles of your shirt on her subtly showing that petite frame, the image itself recorded in your memory banks loads of times - each one just like the first, if not better. 

Sliding over a few inches to where she sits there idly, your hands placed on the outer rim where her knees bend over the marble counter. She doesn’t change her posture when you’re looking her in the eyes trying to get a read on what her next move might be. Still elegant as ever, Dahyun will always put this appearance on even when it's the simple domestic life she’s living. 

Energy levels are still high, and the initial action was to get back to watching this sappy rom-com kdrama that bored Dahyun to the point where she slipped a hand inside your sweatpants just to ‘spice things up a bit’. Once the prompted question of are you still watching appears on the screen after minutes of inactivity, no point in answering it while she’s happily fucking herself over you while you’re sprawled across the satin sheets, gripping into her perfect waist with the sound of her hips with yours bouncing off the new walls. 

When’s the flight? You ask her, hand sliding up her thigh slowly. I could put in a word for your associate to get that done, save the trouble. Inevitably, the jaws of justice will soon swallow her up again when she manages to break free from the shackles of court orders and depositions. 

“First thing at nine,” she answers, fingers tugging at the midpoint of where the seam of your shirt and the waistband of your sweats meet. “Got some things to pack up soon, but I think most of the papers and boxes won’t be a lot for me to carry on the quick plane trip back.” 

“Crazy that they get paid for a short flight from upstate.” 

“In addition to the fact that they’re also on my dad’s payroll.” 

“A plus I might admit.” you muse. 

Dahyun shifts her gaze from right to left, spreading her legs wider when you scoot her hips up to meet yours. The hum of satisfaction that she gives when your eyes flick up to see that rosy shade of pink plastered across her face, eyes waiting, honing on something that she subjects that will be given to her. Precision was one of her key strengths, but when that’s used against her, it’s a completely different story. 

When she tugs a little bit more on your undershirt to lift, she usually does so with this sense of security - like a kind of clinginess that you won’t have any sort of complaint against. You’ve understood it to a degree. Whether you’re dropping by the office of the firm or being dragged into the kitchen after sitting on your chair for hours and hours doing analytics and business calls, moments like these with Dahyun are always something to behold. Considerably, you don’t mind giving into her needs for attention; in fact, you’re willing to do that without even thinking twice. 

“So,” Dahyun prompts with this sultry voice of hers, clueless and innocently - as if she has no idea what she’s doing to you. With her (your) shirt rumpled all over her body, those pretty eyelashes, her creamy thighs, the way that her fingers are grazing the elastic of both your sweats and boxers, you begin to assess the conditions when you’ve nestled yourself in between her knees, some water staining the gray cotton when you finally lean closer. “How are you gonna handle yourself while I’m gone?” 

“I think you’ll lay the severance package,” you say, not giving any faltering sense when she’s ghosting her set of fingertips on the right hand across your chest. “If there’s damages to it, I don’t mind paying up.” 

“Non-compete or NDA,” Dahyun huffs, lifting the outer seam of the shirt past her hips, showing the opening underneath where her pussy is glistening with her slick, awaiting your end of the bargain, this non-verbal agreement where she knows that you’ll always deliver the requests and offers. “Besides, you still owe me.” 

Laughing, you do recall the statement. It’s funny - there’s a trade off throughout the day earlier where you’re awoken to her warm mouth, deepthroating your cock that leaves you with these sharp inhales. The way her jaw slacks of how she sucks, the mix of spit lathering all over your length while she’s bobbing away between your thighs at ten o’clock on a Saturday morning. Even after Dahyun takes care of the morning wood situation, you pay her back by eating her pussy freely on the kitchen counter as the logical option to keep yourselves occupied while waiting for the oatmeal. There’s no competition between the two of you of who makes the other cum the fastest, the hardest, let alone how many rounds can you do in a day; it really just boils down to this one simple look, a push-pull that sends the neurons firing away automatically - fucking each other ‘just because’ to put it simply. 

This girl on the bathroom sink, slouching, head against the mirror still while your hands finally snake under her shirt, feeling the unbelievable midsection under the breasts when she lowers her eyes, leaning up for the touch of your lips. 

Every kiss, stolen or prolonged, each one always has the flaps in your heart opening. She’s yours. 

Tender at first, but then the heat gets raised up when her arm hooks onto your waist, fighting the slipping tongue that’s breaking away for a slight second in her mouth. Her hands are also grasping for any kind of reach for her to clutch on, no luck for it when she finally takes her fingers into your hair, not wanting to pull away. 

Dahyun does this little whine after the quick inhale of air when you slip a finger or two inside her bare cunt, testing the waters as she bites her lip in anticipation. “Don’t do that now,” she spits. That obscene noise coming out of her instantly after when she bucks her hips forward again, accidentally curling a finger in her warm cunt that makes her look away from your intense gaze. “Darling, please–” 

“Use your words honey,” you whisper against her lips when you’re tugging on her bottom lip, causing her to sit up straight on the counter, slotting her arms around your neck with hands circling her waist. “Can’t really hear what you’re saying if you’re mopping my face up.” 

She’s losing her sense of focus when your fingers continue to bottom out the whole length of them, filling her up and pushing deeper. It also doesn’t help when your thumb presses flat on her clit that sends her mewling at the bend. Her face is against your neck, the steady pace of those staggered breaths against your skin keeps your current operation on the clock, unraveling this line when you’re slipping in and out of her. 

“Baby, baby, baby, please–” her heel locks the back of your thigh in place, hitting a kneecap on the cabinet. She’s reduced to these simple words and responses with the heavy breathing. Her hips are nearly coming off the glassy surface of the sink. The shirt’s lifted up beneath her perky mounds (and that fucking underboob is a national treasure in itself), the seal of your mouth is all over her throat: pulling, kissing, gnawing. You kinda feel bad for the concealer pack she’s gonna be using later for a brief afterthought. 

Although this little contest of edging Dahyun out to cum wasn’t on the cards for tonight. You’re managing this smile when she pulls the hair tie out of her hair, letting it flow freely. This look of post-sex yet natural style that she does makes you stare in awe when you pull her hips more out at the edge, the way her elbows are propped up nicely and her legs are spread even wider. Her hand pulls the shirt higher, showing her breasts now, the preferred choice of marks that were left there as a reminder from earlier. You slip out of the sweatpants and boxers, fixed on the brushing of her bare cunt just millimeters away from dipping yourself - a teasing tip, then the first couple inches at the half - and that shudder from her hips catches you off guard. 

“Yes,” Dahyun moans out that matches your sigh in perfect timing. A moment’s hesitation, replaced with the second necessary action to sink yourself into her more, parting her walls nicely, slowly, until you feel all of her wrapped around you. 

She gasps, mewling, spilling out this chain of hitched breaths, “god. honey, your cock–” 

It all slides out for a second. Unreal. Then you slam back into her again. Pacing was always the methodical approach, a line into the protocol when Dahyun is writhing in the drag of your cock fucking deep into her cunt, she’s biting her lip at the fact that she’s shimming her legs more out, wanting to choke herself down the length. My god, you’d love to keep the look she has on her face, lips parted at how badly she just wants you to split her in two, seeing the last hint of her pupils rolling back into her brain when you skate the palms of your hands across her stomach, clutching onto her perky breast when the tempo starts to increase. 

When your hands finally nestle into the curve of her hips, they stay there. They’re already at a good place when your cock finally feels all of her, so wet, so tight. A slight throb along the length when you drag yourself out, that small pocket of air escaping before the vice seals shut again. She’s unbelievably perfect, one label off the list from your head when you’re fixed on the sight of your length disappearing inside her, head tilting forward with every stroke back in. 

“You’re so - mmh,” Dahyun hitches her breath, shuddering, you could feel the rise and fall of her chest when your hand clutches her thigh. A choked out sob leaves her lips, and you’re impressed at the composure of nailing her cunt, the same spot being hit deep, even deeper, to that one area where she’s lost herself before. “Fucking big for me, this cock - feels so good-” 

“Dahyun...” you hiss, shifting your hands down to the soft cushion of her ass, sinking down once again, then another, and then another, sliding her out across the counter before you’re driving her back in, this never-ending piston into the fiery pit of heat, stretching her out, twisting that nimble body of hers into your own creation, coaxing every exhale you catch from her abdomen. “Your pussy is so–” 

What you meant to say was, “your pussy is so fucking tight, god damnit-” You know what, the thought can barely even be formed in your head when you meet Dahyun’s eyes, slowly fluttering shut with her teeth slowly disappearing behind her lip. That, and the feeling of her walls imploding your cock to the remnants of awareness you had left. 

It’s also pretty funny to think how Dahyun was fucking herself freely over you just an hour ago, only for her to be used like this and she knows you simply can’t help yourself. 

“Love, I can’t - shit,” that utterance nearly takes everything ouight of you to say; everything about it is euphoric, the way you have her legs up, bottoming her out. You look at her again, and she has her hand over her mouth, trying to fight that natural clench when your cock fills the heat inside her. “You’re so good for me, spreading yourself open like this. Fuck.” 

This is a case that you’ll take to your grave, knowing all of your wife’s body so well to the point that every kiss, thrust, moan, hell even the appearance when she’s like this for you will be more than enough to last as much as possible. Dahyun knows the switch off too - aside from the fact that she’s cock drunk every single fucking time you fuck her brains out - and she loves this. You see it in her pupils, the desperation to tear all the edges apart, the signal for you to finally wreck her in the way that she wants you to. 

“Don’t stop,” she begs, chest heaving heavily when her legs wrap around your waist, propping herself up for you to take her waist into your chest, letting out these songs of pleas that’s encouraging you to get to that edge first. You could feel her body going limp, the support is almost reflexive while your hips continue to pummel her out. 

“You-” you try to say. Fuck. It goes everything against the directive you’ve put yourself in, the noises of your skin clashing with hers, creating this filthy yet harmonious sound that only gets more and more harder. Dahyun’s breathless moans keep you in check when your motions start to get irregular, inconsistent, keeping yourself busy with your mouth all over her chest. “God, Dahyun–” 

“Do it baby,” she whispers into the cuff of your ear, “Keep fucking my pussy. Pound me like this.” Her hand does this simple action, and it’s lethal. All it took was a simple palm to your cheek, it’s filled with little meaning but carries so much intimacy. Moans and grunts continue to slip out while you search for her eyes, feeling that pull in your waist, grip tightening and loosening as you’re mindlessly thrusting. “You’re getting close for me, aren’t you?” 

“Honey,” and at this point you’ve got it all spun out of control, “You feel so fucking good.” 

“I know, baby.” Dahyun ignores your words of affirmation, smirking. “You know what to do.” 

God. She can kill you, bring you back to life, and kill you all over again. Begging was already done before, you’ve fucked her way past her orgasm on mulitiple occasions - using her as your cumdump; doesn’t matter what time of the day or what you’re doing. The endgame was always this: having you completely fucked out in that velvety smooth pussy of hers - all wet and warm enough for you to live in. 

With your teeth gritting and a final huff of air blowing past your nostrils, you cum inside her, filling her sloppy cunt all the way up. 

Dahyun is sinister, it’s not up for a fair debate. When she coos and hums into your ear canal, you’re battling every urge to just wrap your fingers all over the column of her throat, use the remaining bits of pulse in your member to get her screeching. Alas, you hold yourself back while the ropes of cum are spurting around her walls, her mouth also gaping open when the fourth and fifth pulse out your cock weakly. 

There’s this pause soon after, a collection of breath between the two of you that constructs a reconsideration of your choices. Dahyun has this telepathic connection with your mind that makes the connection instantaneous - you don’t say anything because there’s this one look in her eyes, hanging in the atmosphere bathed with afterglow - and she knows. 

When you do slide out of her swollen cunt, there’s a considerable amount of your cum dripping out of her, slapping the tip along the outside of her folds just to tease her before retreating away entirely. The image of her legs spread out and her back laid across the sink will be saved into your memory for you to look on sometime in the future, or maybe even next week. 

“So,” you mutter, shaking off the small jitters of blood loss to the head when you’re massaging Dahyun’s thighs, “Have I paid off my case in due time?” 

Dahyun chuckles, a single finger raised up from the wreck beneath to get a taste, licking her lips following the fingertip. She wiggles up on her hands to sit on the counter again, hair flipped to one side while she lets the shirt fall down to cover her body, “Hate to say it, but you always do.” 

“That’s good to know.” 

“I’m also saying that you could use my help.” 

“Ha Ha,” 

“What? I’m serious.”

“I’m serious. Well so am I.” Dahyun sarcastically says, slapping your hip that makes your cock jump suddenly. You can see the dashes appear on her face when she lets out this simple smile, the eyes disappearing reflecting the same expression on her lips. She could saunter around the courtroom making a solid case for the defense, but no one would know the fact she’s all liquid putty when you have your hands on her like this. “I appreciate the thoughtful offer, but I think someone’s gotta guard the house while I handle work.” 

“I’m gonna hate you by the end of this.” 

“How bout you flip me over and rail my ass on the sink again?” 

You’re starting to curse that concrete jungle a little more by the end of it. 

–

Okay, to cut to the chase, there might’ve been a slight miscalculation that you had panned out in your head. 

You switch on the TV two days later and Dahyun’s already made her way back to ground zero in the city to handle this case, where it completely spirals into an absolute shitshow. All gloves are off when the story gets released out to the public, scapegoating one of Dahyun’s board members having themselves tangled in an affair with one of the staff. Sure, it could've been an analytical approach to brush off the heat that’s only growing by the second - a shitty attempt you might also think; either way, this trial was crucial for your wife’s firm to win because in the scenario that they lose, all credibility and positive imagery surrounding them will plummet and that equals no more lawyer work for Dahyun. 

She was optimistic at first while on the phone with you, talking about how this case should’ve been a cakewalk to handle, predicting the possible time period of when she should come back home to finally relax with all that hard work paid off temporarily. You’re smiling at the fact that she sounds composed, no hint of stress lying in her tone, riding on that high when you have her bucking into your hips just an hour before her private plane trip to the firm. 

It’s only a matter of time before all of this blows over, you think. Not your fault also when the house feels suddenly empty in the wake of this unexpected catastrophe. 

You’re hearing this definition of a fortnight. As in, Dahyun’s projected time when she could get out of the office and have someone else handle the case on her behalf. A little unusual for her to indulge in the understanding of the term itself, not while you’re making yourself dinner with the chops of onions on the cutting board and the phone being on speaker off to the right side. 

“Two weeks?” you’re asking, the dice of onion cubes being skated off into the pot left to boil while stirring. “That’s a pretty big ask for you to take up with your boss.” 

“Why do you think I’m hitting you with the English lesson?”

“Babe, you’re talking about a term that was used in the freaking 1800s.” you laugh, leaning back on the counter, glass of water in your hand as one of the stupid actions that most people tend to do when talking to their crush. “Would’ve been better if you just said two weeks instead of a fortnight. What do you think I am? Some kid that’s withering their life away over some video game?” 

“There you go again.” She laughs out loud. You can envision the picture of her rolling her eyes at you when you spew out complete nonsense that won’t comprehend in her brain since her lifestyle doesn’t line up with it. 

“Sorry,” you mutter, smirking with a dimple poking out against the touchscreen. “Seriously, when do you think you’re gonna make it back?” 

“Honestly, I don’t think it’ll be anytime soon.” she admits, hearing the click of your tongue over the speaker when you’re accepting the fact that her job might potentially be on the line if she were to leave early. “I know we said two weeks, but in this case-” You can hear her stop short when she clears the lump in her throat before continuing, “This trial might drag on for who knows how long? It might be a few days, two weeks, a month? Everything is laid out for us to fail.” 

“And you won’t.” you tell her, reminding the positives going forward. “Maybe it could look bad, but I’m certain that you’ll do a good enough job with what you have to work with. I’m sure of that.” 

That sigh of relief you hear through the phone. Yeah, you’re right. I get it. A little reassurance goes a long way for someone in her field dealing with that kind of work - not that you would relate or somewhat imagine what it would be like to be in Dahyun’s shoes, but aside from all bad things, you know that she’s headstrong to the point where none of this should even faze her in the first place. 

“You know you can’t go back to the old place, dummy.” you laugh, opening the lid of the pot that unleashes a quick cloud of steam rising above the rim. “Where are you planning on staying in the meantime while working?” 

“Minju has a guest room at her place.” Dahyun answers, “I’d figured that I should tell you this, but I think she and her associate are having a little thing together.” 

“And this is news to me, how?” 

“Because I’ve seen him and her get a lot closer than usual.” she adds, “You do remember that we have this policy that’s strict on relationships around the office–” 

“But you and I, along with some other considerable names and high-ranking figures, are the exception. I know. We’ve been over this story a bunch of times already.” 

Dahyun straightens herself up on the couch over the phone, folding her legs inward on the seat, sighing, smiling. “Are you eating dinner this late?” 

“Well, if you consider ten-thirty to be late to have myself a meal, then yeah, you can call that to be a late dinner.” 

“Rude,” she muses. “Can’t your wife have a little bit of curiosity about your day while being alone? Missing me?” 

“I guess, but there’s nothing to report on my end.” 

She hums, and you can picture the pout she’s putting on whenever you give her an open ended answer that could totally be expanded on if you just put the effort into it. Dahyun knows you're lazy to an extent when it’s off work hours, and she doesn’t blame you for that. “Have you been using your hand to keep yourself occupied while I’m gone, baby?” 

“Sweetie,” you chuckle, tongue against the inside part of your bottom lip when you automatically realize what she’s trying to do - what she’s trying to make you do. “No, we’re not doing this.” 

“Aw, why not?” 

“Because I can only do so much to keep myself sane while you’re not here.” 

“Fine,” Dahyun sighs out in defeat, and you turn off the stove to let the signature dish of your mother’s pork stew cool down before you get to eating. “One last thing,” she starts, “Sana wants a favor from you while I’m not there.” 

“Hmm?” you sound off, getting a small taste test of the minimal viscosity of the soup you just cooked. “What does she need help with?” 

“Just some heavy lifting around her place,” Dahyun answers, yawning. “I told her that she could come by the house to get you and help with whatever she needs.” 

“You’re setting me up, aren’t you.” 

A soft giggle could be heard in the background on Dahyun’s end. It probably shouldn’t mean anything, but a suspicion starts formulating in the back of your head. This could mean one of two things: you’re either fucked for the potential summer, or fucked for the potential summer. 

“Help Sana out tomorrow,” Dahyun instructs. “I don’t think anything bad will happen if you’re stuck with her.” 

–

Turns out that Dahyun would be right when you do stand at the steps of Sana’s front door, hand at the hip while the few seconds of silence runs the possible uncertainties through your head. 

A swing of the door inward: “Howdy stranger, have my pizza?” 

You get a good look at her. She’s wearing these thinly rimmed glasses, the middle wire sitting nicely on the bridge of her nose. Her long sleeve hugs her shoulders nicely, tugging at the fabric while her other arm is raised on the door. The shorts are also doing a number on you internally, highlighting the ridiculously long legs that has miles and miles of skin, aside from the fact that they appear to be too short (and also pink, but fuck, man.) Cozy, homebody type of vibe, is what you end off with. 

“Hey.” And this comes off as a half-choke in the fumble of words, “Dahyun said that you needed some help?” 

Sana cocks her head off to the side, brows attracted inwardly, lost for a second before she fully realizes the present dilemma that she’d had happen to forget. “Oh, I did ask for a few things.” 

“Fingers crossed your to-do list isn’t full?” 

She does this subtle nod of her head motioning you to come inside, and you hesitate for a second, peering over past her head of brown hair to see the state of the place and here’s how it looks: everything has a very simplistic aesthetic, blank tones of the furnishings and floorboards complimenting each other the more you and her make your ways around the place. Some boxes are still present here and there, half-open, half-closed, like the items in them haven’t found their rightful place amongst the shelves and cupboards and closets between the rooms. Sana mentions also that her and Julie also have similar tastes, but given the fact that they both haven’t been in the place that often because of their work, it’s pretty disappointing to take away. 

“How long have you had this house?” you ask, picking up a picture frame off one of the tables in the living room that has Sana and this other gorgeous girl leaning her head in with hers, you can’t put a name to her, but curiosity will come later when the time is right. 

“Just like you, not that long actually,” Sana answers, rounding past the corner towards the kitchen when you pick up on the lasting trail of her footsteps to meet her at point B. “Julie and I only managed to settle in about a few weeks ago before she went overseas for some big movie project that she’s a part of. Other than that, it’s just been me here all by myself.” 

“That doesn’t sound fun.” 

“I find it calming to have a big house with multiple rooms without the sense of company.” 

Your eyes trail off in the distance of this closed space. It looks barren, but rich, with the sense of presence from all of the different decorations and paintings all over the walls and tables. You might mistake this as a museum, an unplanned exhibit with your neighbor as the centerpiece of this gallery. 

“So,” you start to say, arms cross when you’re watching Sana on the opposite side of the kitchen island, sipping on a glass of strawberry lemonade, looking back at you with wide eyes, those pouty lips on the rim–

She points to the set of disregarded items off to your left side behind, the same set of boxes you noticed when walking in, “I need to get these things out of there and placed around the house,” and she starts to round the area of the kitchen to get closer to you, “and my garage door needs some fixing since it won’t open for some reason” 

“You really think I’m qualified to help you with the garage?” you raise an eyebrow in suspicion. 

“Dahyun asked you to help me, so please, make us happy.” 

–

The first meeting with Sana happens quite quickly. It should’ve ended there - a simple favor fulfilled and get on with continuing the daily routines around the house and neighborhood. 

Except it doesn’t happen that way. Not when Sana catches your attention when you’re taking out the trash, watering Dahyun’s little growing garden, when you’re getting your morning and evening runs up the hill and round the block, she always seems to get you caught in her lines of sight. 

You’re not against it however, taking a liking to have a quick chat with Sana about different things that were worth bringing up - it’s the simple camradire that’s developed rapidly after the housewarming party. She’s interested to see you with the garage open, finding a new thing to tinker and fix with the car (although modding a tesla would make some vehicle enthusiasts want to rip out their hair and gouge their fucking eyeballs,) she just makes the minute trip from her house over to yours just to talk. 

Dahyun’s calls circulate every now and then, getting the quick rundown of what’s been happening while she’s knee-deep in trial work down at the firm. You simply smile while tapping on the camera switch icon on facetime to have her look at the group of Sana, Jihyo and her summer flirt, Mina, along with a few others just have a communal game night of Mario Kart down at Sana’s place when everything is settled in. Before that, you were explaining the fascination of this ancient city that you’ve been reading into between business calls and graph inputs during work that may sound like you’re a boring professor talking about history. 

None of that would matter because Sana’s house is like this ancient city that’s riddled with riches and items of materialistic value that would probably convince someone else that their money is being wasted over meaningless items rather than propper investments. You get a few nods of agreement, maybe some fingersnaps because what you’re saying could be plausible with the amount of knowledge you’ve consumed to tell without boring everybody. 

“I could care less if that were the case,” Sana says, leaning closer on the couch while running a hand through her hair, the flowy locks combined with that cropped Prada shirt could have you reeling in an alternate universe, but it doesn’t. 

“Sana,” you call out, Jihyo’s also giggling at the fact before you even say it also, “your walk in closet is literally the devotion of this ‘city of gold’ I’m talking about.” 

“Hey!” and she’s taking this with a light offense, “I only say that it’s true because where else am I supposed to put the dresses?” 

“I suppose they could go somewhere else that doesn’t take up space in the racks?” 

“You’re the one who helped me put them up anyway!” 

“Don’t get all defensive now because I’m talking about it.” 

She cracks this smile while Mina sounds off with a ‘boo’ noise, “You can take your little history tangent up your ass then.” 

To that, you raise an open bottle of White Owl to her face, downing a bit of the drink while she rolls her eyes, narrowing while she purses her lips. She’s lining her fingers across the bottom of her chin, intuitively, studying the movements of your hands and eyes, getting a read of what makes you tick. 

Even after the activities of game night are all wrapped up, you stay behind in Sana’s house, picking up the assortments of empty glasses and bottles, the charcuterie board that’s scavenged through, except the stack of cheese that was apparently stale and too cold to even dig their teeth in. 

“Care for some cereal?” Sana prompts after the final sweep. 

“You’re asking me to have a night breakfast?” 

“You’re making it sound like it’s something to be frowned upon.” 

“Then why the paradoxical proposal?” 

She doesn’t bother answering that with a simple hum while you’re chuckling lowly. There’s already two bowls on the counter, and not long after, she’s holding out two boxes: Frosted Flakes and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. 

“I like the choices.” you tell her, placing yourself on one of the high chairs while Sana slides one of the boxes over with the jug of milk trailing just behind it. You snap a picture of yours and Sana’s bowls to send over to Dahyun and in which she responds in three seconds - you fell for the cereal bait tactic. 

What? I got courted with Frosted Flakes and you know this, they’re great. 

She did the same thing to me back in college, but that’s her ‘ol reliable’. 

Sana swipes your phone from your hand that you try to get back, but she skips a few feet away and starts to text in your place. “What are you texting Dahyun about?” 

“Why does it matter to you?” 

“That’s my phone you’re using.” 

Sana parts her mouth open, humming once, “I’m too lazy to grab mine from the living room.” 

“You’re texting my wife.” you deadpan. 

“She was mine first before you came along.” 

You roll your eyes. Ouch. But you sigh once the defeat settles itself back in over you. All that you’re just left to do is get these soggy, milky grains down before you eventually pack it up for the night. 

“Thanks again for staying back to help,” Sana tells you on the front step of her yard, “worth the treat of cereal as a reward.” 

“Nice to have some company, especially when there’s video games that make me feel like a careless child again.” 

“We’re all a little starved for a little fun, glad I contributed to that reach of youth.” 

And this comes out of nowhere, really, you miss Dahyun around the house and it’s felt like ages since you’ve last seen her. 

Sana has her knuckles against her cheek, the fingers are well refined, she has that glow on her face and that small hint of a dimple that breaks out underneath and well - that same pout you saw last time breaks into this perfect grin of hers that’s filled with uncut happiness, the way her eyes arch into that same eye smile Dahyun has really makes you think twice about your situation. 

It’s embarrassing, but you miss Dahyun while there’s this small crush of Sana growing inside you. Going against your vow might be one thing, but your heart can’t help itself to only tell you over your mind - well shit. Congrats. 

Though, she’s reeling you back in after seeing Hailey’s comet above, calling your name that makes you unsure if you even know your own name. 

“Will you be busy for the rest of the week?” She prompts. 

“You can just come past the gate and ring the doorbell, I’ll always answer.” 

Sana doesn’t say anything more than that, only giving you the usual ‘good night’ message before she sends you off on your way, just a few feet to the side and behind another door. 

–

Some weeks pass. It’s late, and hot. The combination of this nightly hot climate doesn’t serve anyone well. 

You hear a knock at the door that has you scratching your head over the fact on who would be at your front doorstep around this time. All of that gets thrown out the window when you look up past the column of wood to see Sana standing there, bundled up in gray sweats and an oversized sweater that’s draping her frame, two sizes too big, her shoulder noticeable to see. She has nothing else on or with her besides the phone in her hand. 

“It’s the middle of the night,” you announce, squinting at the light towering over you and her in the front patio of the house, letting out a sigh while Sana just wiggles her body side to side, acting all innocent knowing that she knows what she’s doing. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping already?” 

Sana finds your reactions to be funny. For every question, you give her a simple or calculated answer. A greeting in the morning or afternoon would be short and sweet ending off with ‘let me know if you ever need anything’ before heading back inside with the daily mail or some vacuum or bundle of rags to clean from the garage. Every blurt or sexual comment would send you coughing or spitting out some of your water when Sana’s dropping by to see what you were doing. Most girls other than Dahyun in her position would be automatically disinterested, not your fault for being naturally dry and introverted.  

“Julie crashed at Natty’s place, so I managed to drive myself back home.” Sana replies with a pull of her lips, breaking a sly grin when you return the same nod, prompting her to come inside because it wouldn’t be like you to keep a beautiful girl from around the neighborhood just standing outside your doorstep. 

The hums that come out of Sana’s mouth are refreshing, in addition to the little swing of her head back and forth when she moves past the first lounge area of your house to between the dining table and kitchen where she stops short for a second, looking off to the left, formulating a thought. You had the lights dimmed around the place, but you catch the silhouette of her side profile while a hand is behind her back, like one of those poses that she did for a magazine not too long ago that she shared when you finished up moving the last bits of her boxes. 

“Why come to my place?” you ask, flicking a light switch that brightens the area right outside leading up to the backyard. “Are you that bored around your house that you just walk over to mine?” 

“Not denying that I’m bored,” Sana amends, turning towards you again, “just wanted to give you some company.” 

“Sana, it’s late.” 

“Remind me again,” she pouts, the lift of her eyebrows makes you slightly cringe, “How long has Dahyun been busy with her work and that trial of hers?” 

“Last I heard from her was that she’s almost done closing off the settlements.” 

“Good, and you haven’t been losing your mind over the fact that your wife’s not with you.”

“Can I live normally while Dahyun gets to play the main breadwinner in the relationship?” 

Sana coos after that. She keeps this longing gaze at you while you’re returning the same fix on her. The end point of her nose, the lines of her cheek, that over peeking collarbone when she sweeps her hair from the front to the back with a little flip; you tell her that the downtime you were mainly focused on was trying to get back to sleeping, but the damn heat was the main excuse and to that she laughs, scrunching her face when she can see right through the poorly constructed lie. 

It’s distracting, the small rumbling of this breaking desire - makes you feel uncertain in how you should approach the current dwindling situation.  

Falling off the curve, however, Sana asks you:  “Do you mind if I can take a swim in your pool?” 

–

This should be a page in the history books, ripped away and shrouded in the shadows, never to be disclosed to anyone else that isn’t yourself. 

It’s also completely harmless when you’re mindlessly handing Sana one of your spare towels sitting in the bathroom, smiling sincerely when she accepts the simple item of hospitality with the add on of, if you also need some extra clothes to wear because you dipped your feet in the pool with the overhanging flared sweatpants of yours getting stained, I can lend you a pair while it dries up - pick it up tomorrow or have it dropped off- 

She floats her way down the steps, towel over her shoulder, “I’d take an extra pair of pants to use after I finish, thank you.” 

You nod, letting herself like at home as if her own home wasn’t only less than five seconds away next to yours. The glass sliding door opens up to the balcony when you finally hear the light crash of water being made from the floor below. 

There’s something calming about the light blue glow being illuminated from the pool, looking up at the different stars and constellations with today’s moon being somewhat of a mix between a half moon slowly transitioning into a crescent. Dahyun was also with you in this same position after the first night of moving in, pointing out the basic lines of the Big Dipper and the Alpha Centauri, you showing her Orion’s belt before she made a counterargument that it wasn’t a freaking belt, but it just goes to show that you’re just counting the days down until Dahyun gets back from brining the trial win home. 

Looking down, you just see Sana the singular hint of honey brown sitting on the edge of the pool before slowly dipping in, getting the ends of her hair wet before tying it up in a high bun and happily floating in place, sighing while the refreshing yet, cool temperature of water settle around her body. 

The room of your study looks tempting to set up base camp, not the worst option to consider also as a form to keep yourself occupied while your bubbly neighbor was right outside your backyard swimming in the night. 

(God’s really picking and choosing your battles in any way that he pleases, huh?)

You stay the course, grabbing a quick bottle of Heiniken from the fridge when you’re seeing the sight of Sana’s shoulders and arms breaking the flow of water, her head just above the turquoise surface, the light shining beneath her face to get a good glimpse of her rosy cheeks, those lips tugged at the ends of them in a soft smile, the line of her neck also doing you numbers than the beverage in your hand before you’ve even got a propper sip. 

Sana looks towards the back of the house, you raise the bottle up to let her know that you’re still here, noticing the pile of clothes on one of the lounge chairs, neatly folded with her phone as the cherry on top. 

Here’s where you make mistake #1: The second bottle in your left hand needs a drinker, and you step your way out into the boardwalk of your pool. A missing piece of detail that you completely ignored was how Sana’s pile of clothes was lacking one vital part–

“I find it to be pretty peculiar for my wife’s friend to be skinny dipping in my pool at around this hour.” you inform Sana of the situation, to which she softly laughs at the observation while you’re kneeling at the edge, placing the two bottles off to the side that you’ll get back to later. 

Sana floats her way to the edge of the pool right next to you, arms hanging on the deep end while looking up, “Didn’t think I needed the necessary layers, no?”

“You want to tell me about layers when you’re wearing nothing underneath.” 

“Where’s the fun in having swimsuits and trunks?” she teases, “it’s too much of a hassle for me to go through the exhausting process of changing in your spare bathroom that’s miles away from the pool.”

“There was literally a bathroom for you next to the kitchen that you passed by to get here.“

“Why don’t you join me? The pool’s too big to have one person inside.” 

No. No. Don’t even think about–

“And if I refuse?” you ask quickly, naively. 

Sana leans her head back, and your eyes can’t help in anything besides fucking you up. The waves of the water cleared up, returning to its calm, idle state where you catch the highlighted sallow skin against the light, catching her hips and legs flowing freely. She lets her lower body rise up to the surface, hands still alongside the edge almost as if she’s lounging on the nearby chairs - it also hits you that she’s doing it on purpose, the fact that her bare ass is just out in the open air for you to see–

Right on cue, mistake #2: you sit down nicely, criss-cross like a little kid; and Sana scoots herself to where you’re sitting, closely, dangerously. 

“I’ve got some pull for you to rethink, take my offer into some light consideration.” she muses, and the leaning closer coming from you is seriously not helping. She’s got her hand laying below your knee, and she might as well be right under you with the ground advantage. 

That same lean is also curious; it’s also pretty familiar too - how the natural state of gravity works, Dahyun reeled you in to some similar form a long while ago - forget if or maybe if the fact she looked first or you looked first, it doesn’t matter. One key difference between that event and now was the fact that you realize that you’ve toppled over and into the swimming pool, clothes still on and everything, the brisk feeling of water washing over before you find yourself breathing, ears getting flushed out and replaced with Sana’s sweet laugh to top if all off. 

You swipe your hands through your soaked face, slowly floating to the shallow end while cringing at the present moment that just occurred. The blend on your shirt and sweats mold to your figure, like someone had slapped clay on you. Chlorine is not good for the eyes, obviously, so keep rubbing your eyes and clearing out any sinuses while telling Sana that you’re not inviting her in the next time after this night. 

Sana has this effect on people, so natural and open to the point with others that she’s hugging everyone and doing skinship as she pleases, you’re not far off from the latter, in fact–

“I thought you’d be a little more vocal with the fact I pulled you in,” she tells you, turning away slightly when you splash a hint of water as she approaches you. 

“It’s cold,” you say blankly, slicking your hair back while Sana closes the distance. Sly smile and everything. 

“That’s all you have to say?” she asks, “So dry.” 

“Aside from the fact that you’re swimming naked in my pool, I think there’s more pressing issues for me to take care of.” 

Pressing issues noted, Sana is well within arms reach, except you have another look at her charming face, her body under the water - she’s well defined in all avenues, fair skin that would even rival Dahyun’s for a quick comparison, her hands continue to do their own thing when they’re measuring the shape of your middle, fingertips grazing the soaked shirt and all. 

“I’m sorry” she breathes out, the faintest apology of them all. 

You’ve got your arms around her waist, not a care to fully realize what you’re actually doing; it’s a collapse in real time, her hand to the back of your neck: mistake #3. 

With a simple press of her lips on yours, she grips tightly, the draw of air clouding the intoxicating taste that has you humming a bit, the slide of her fingers down the line of your jaw before going off the rails with replacing the hand with a full on arm, hooking onto your neck while you move up to her upper back. 

But this inferno was unraveling. 

Her legs fill the gap between yours, hands are now on both sides of her face, thumb sliding across that prominent cheek bone that will have you sculpting out the details some other time. She’s kissing you like she wanted this to happen, the desperation, hunger even, like it would be the last thing needed over everything else, and you’d give that to her. It’s all sinking, that box of thoughts that was supposed to stay at the bottom of the ocean, the sealed lock intact and with no key to open, it’s resurfacing like the breaths of air you and Sana share with your faces just centimeters away from each other. 

“Do you think you can forgive me?” she stops to ask. 

A fucking truck of reasoning is what hits you, pulling back even more but your hands are now keeping Sana in place, just right above her ass holding at the hips. “Yes- no-” She pulls you in for another convincing kiss before another could be stolen on her cheek, the same sigh she sounded in your throat a few seconds ago comes around. “I don’t know anymore.” 

“It’s okay to not know.” Sana’s face softens when you can’t even bother to look her in the eyes now, tilting your chin up to support, lightly stroking it. “We probably shouldn’t.” 

She’s right. You’ve got to end this and you have to end it now.

“But what if we did?” You’re left breathing, in disbelief. 

“Would you want to find out?” Sana asks again, unsure but also confident. “There’s this kind of luxury I’m fascinated with discovering the unknown.” 

You’re thinking of these different stories in your head, the different kinds of graphs and tables riddled with numbers trying to come up with a logical case, predicting a scenario where you could forget about all of this, count the days until you won’t be alone again with the right person. Except Sana is dishing out all of these simple motions that have you leaning in for more, yearning. A hand is being slid across the shoulder, her face is suddenly closer with yours when you pull her towards you. “I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t afraid.” 

“Don’t feel bad,” she tells you, a comforting whisper, wisping in the breeze. “You’ll be able to catch on quickly.” 

(If there was anything that you’ve noticed while starting this new chapter: you’ve learned that the sly smile armed by Minatozaki Sana will have anybody flipping over, ruining lives and starting fires.) 

All common sense gets tossed out of the pool when you kiss her again, a choice that will have its own consequences when the time is right, the floodgates of sin opening harshly while you've just signed your one-way ticket straight to hell.

–

Another thing that you learn from the houses that are oozing with richness up and down the street is that money and sex have powerful selling points. 

This may be subject to change, but when you have an art piece like Sana stolen from the museum of her house (figuratively), all fingers and charges point toward theft, the necessary offenses that follow after don’t really matter as of right now. 

–

It’s not that difficult for you to fall in a place like this: carrying Sana up the steps but only stopping short at the doorway when she’s lapping her tongue into your mouth. She’s still wet in your hands from the pool, and you have the wall play as a part to keep her in place - the fit of your lips breaking apart before they find themselves again. 

“Mmm,” Sana hums into your mouth when you finally let her down, on the balls of her feet while your hands wrap around her waist again, knee lightly nudging the apparent line of your cock with the pads of her fingers soon after, testing it. 

“Hey,” you mumble, pulling away with an audible smack from her lips, tongue licking your mouth while she softly laughs, and again - it’s definitely on purpose when her hand palms your cock more firmly through the soaked sweatpants that has you gasping for a millisecond. “Trying to get on with it faster now, are we?” 

Her hand sets itself on your chest, eyes meeting with hers half-lidded, she knows what she’s doing, she knows that this is wrong, and she most definitely knows that this is on purpose. You tilt your  head more deeper only for her to stop you for not more than two seconds, before easily allowing you to kiss her once again. 

“Who’s leading?” Sana laughs at herself, still stark naked when your hands land at the rise of her hip, massaging the slope of her ass with the droplets of water gliding across your palms. “Wouldn’t be right of me to do all of the hard work, begging at the fact that you’re about to fuck me over in this huge house, get your fingers inside and finally have that perfect dick that Dahyun always talks about.” 

“She told you?”

“Much like every time we catch up. Always.” 

“What do you know so far?” 

Sana sighs when you kiss her again, the lines on her face softening like a flush of anxiety that suddenly went away in a matter of a second. Your hand is quick to travel to the back of her head, pull the elastic of her hair tie that lets her locks flow down while the counterpart is palming her warm, bare cunt, eliciting a slight gasp while you’re smiling into her skin. “She- she told me that you were disappointing the first time y-you guys did it.” 

“Oh?” you mutter, thumb tapping on her clit that makes her whole body stiffen while the pad of your middle finger slowly scoops under her folds, noting how much she’s gotten slick in the short span of time. “The inexperience was the main factor.” 

Another finger pushes inside, feeling the stretch while your ear receives the steady decline of Sana’s breaths, lip being pulled inward by the upper row of her teeth while her chest heaves, the heat becoming too unbearable to handle. She’s not one to let you take the easy route, putting her lips back with yours while you scoop under her luscious ass, walking past the doorway and into the bedroom - a space where Dahyun’s appearance was the common one - now introducing a newcomer that will make her case to stay. 

The landing on the bed isn’t gentle, and Sana slightly sets herself up on one elbow, while you’re tugging the sopped clothes off your body, trying to get a read into this pretty woman’s eyes of the things you want to do to her. You’ll make her cum, flip her into the mattress, have her bouncing on your cock later, get her whimpering while you drink in the sight of her pretty face just blown out, euphoric, the writing’s already on the wall before you even get a chance to draw the pen. 

“You think I’m gonna disappoint you with my performance? Maybe prove that Dahyun’s point still stands?” you ask her, making your space bigger over hers when you’re on top of her, pulling from the hips to get her to meet your thighs. Sana bites her lip in a short excitement, keeping her gaze on yours when her fingers finally wrap around your cock, giving a few experimental pumps while she spreads wider, opening the gates to an avenue that will have you packing your bags to the next house over. “Imagine if–”

“I’ll make you shut up about your worries, now fill my pussy up. With your fingers, your cock, just anything, please.” 

She’s desperate for you, and you have to admit it too, but when that first rush of every single sensation registering in your mind from the very instant you have your cock wrapped around her, sliding inside those lines with the small tug of your hips, pushing more while you could feel nails rip into your skin. 

It’s a new entry of data, the approach of how Sana’s pussy is downright perfect for you. There’s a slight throb, a misfire when the strokes are still hesitant, uncertain exchanges of breaths with the slow blinks between her eyes and yours. Uninviting, but all the more welcoming with her walls, clinging into the deeper ends of her cunt, breaking down the imaginary lines of numbers and rope circling through your head. 

“My, fuck–” and you also choke out something too when she says that, the muted cry she let out while you take a moment to readjust, sliding out before you yank Sana’s hips onto your cock again. “T-this is everything.” 

Like you need the exposition on the term everything. All of your worries wash away when you thrust more ferociously, the internal bomb in your brain ticking away the time every single speck of seconds that passes through burying your cock inside her. You’re nowhere near gentle at this point, the squeeze that has you mirroring Sana’s “hnns” over the claps of your thighs with hers, taking advantage of the arch in her back by hooking your arms underneath while one of her long legs locks around you. 

“So good,” she just groans out, relishing in the feeling of it. “Don’t stop–” 

You’re also not safe from it either, fingers resting alongside her midriff where her hands are placed on top, grasping at the new angle of your hips where it has her wheezing, the fresh spot of heat hitting the base also making your lose your sense of awareness, reduced to nothing but just a desolate being of a husband that’s throwing their marriage away. 

Her creaming cunt only keeps you focused, the pretty sounds and remarks coming out of her mouth has you giving her expressions of confusion, lust, shock, and maybe that longing look of when you see someone at first sight and it just kills you, right then and there. The sheets come undone, a pillow is used as a secondary support underneath her back, a clutch of the tit and she does this simple evil grab of your hips while you’re ruthlessly pounding into her helpless body, utilized as a vice the more you hold your end of the bargain. 

“Sana, you’re–” and again, the mind blanks out of this small blurb of praise before she just giggles for her response, fucking her so throughly that you’re running the different combinations of tempos to get her even more ruined, fucked dumb, maybe even have her begging to be used over your cock like this again soon - the eventuality of that notion will be all too apparent when the sun rises the next morning. 

She just clings to you, keeping your hips in motion while her hands cup around your face once more, pulling inward for that press of lips all over again like the beginning. You feel the wobbling lip, a thumb quick to keep her coaxing while she whimpers in absolute bliss. 

“I want you,” she huffs, and you’re falling through the cracks with every steady stroke of your cock between the opening of her legs, “to make me cum. Make a mess out of me and this pussy.” 

You’re taking shelter between her mounds, not wanting to look up in pension for the cardinal sins committed tonight, lips swiping up and down her neck that has Sana moan out in approval, the clamp of her walls tightening every return back to the bottom, her hands are over your back, tracing lines, fantasizing. She’s a fucking waterfall every thrust you take. 

“I’m- fuck–you’re gonna–gonna make me cum so fucking hard.” you feel the pulse impending, the muffled squeak that she makes in your lips, she’ll be the first to fall. That eruption happens fast, the spasm and tighter grab in her walls around you while she’s crying for now. 

Nothing could’ve prepared you for this incident, a flashpoint in time that was probably bound to happen, fucking Sana in the walls of your own bedroom this hard– “You’re something else, just like you were meant to have me like this, God.” 

“Keep fucking me like this - god that feels so good, You and your cock it’s-” she huffs, barely smiling. She can see you slipping, at the edge, the litany of moans sounding like a siren out at sea. That mess she requested, you’ll give it to her, bury your cock in the deepest depths where it shouldn’t even be humanly possible, where the molten hot walls are bursting the thickness of your head, grinding out every cell and fiber - it’s possible. “Fuck, that’s so hot when you’re all fucked out for me.” 

“Sana,” you say, and she has your hand over her tongue, licking up the thumb, and you’ll swear that it’ll do damage to you for centuries. 

“Mhm,” she responds nicely, the last bit of the hum coming out as a hitched whimper, “Cum inside me.” 

That’s how she’ll want to do things. If she wants something, she’ll get it. You do the same amount of damage to her like she did to you while she’s begging, whimpering, getting all of the lovely noises of being fucked out to oblivion out of her mouth until she’s leaking - washing you over, from the legs, to the pillows and sheets. Stretching her out perfectly, get her to slur out phrases that she would say normally on occasions not like this, only to come back around and have you fill in between the gaps. 

You slip, she slips, it won’t matter, because you or her will make the catch, that extra push deep, maybe harder. The velvety drag already has you addicted to her, the sight of her body above this hips was just the plus. 

“God, Sana. So fucking wonderful.” you snarl against the line of her cheek, one last final dip that has your cum flooding deep into her warm, velvety cunt. 

The throbs of your cock has Sana mumuring softly, saying something like - yes, yes, keep fucking your cum into me, so that I can feel it - nice and hot, god yes. 

You slide out halfway, and her hips buck from the tender motion while your hands rub her thighs. And you also black out for a second when a few more spurts coat her walls even more, the pullout quick for a fist around the head of your cock, covering her waist in the remaining bits of cum still left inside you - well fucked and sloppy. 

Sana’s eyelids flutter shut, your hand rubbing along the oblique of your hips, that sense of desire finally fading away when you fully realize what had just transpired in the past hour or so. The lights are off in the house with the illuminating glow of the moon breaking through the window, tinnitus ringing in your eardrums and your eyes are fixated on Sana again, cross-eyed on the cum-soaked fingers she has, taking the liberty of sucking on them shamelessly, and the fucking noises she makes has your jaw to the floor. 

“Thank you,” she says, sweetly, innocently, sitting up on the bed with her legs crossed, the trail of cum still apparent on her stomach. “You certainly did not disappoint.” 

You, my friend, are entirely fucked. 

“What’s gonna happen to us now?” you ask her, rubbing your face and shaking your head in disapproval while Sana cleans the rest of herself up with her fingers. “I think we made–”

“Did I not tell you to worry?” Sana’s quick to shut you down, her look cross while you don’t even bother to meet her in the eye. This is supposed to feel wrong, it shouldn’t feel like anything else besides that. She scoots herself over to you with a quick kiss to your cheek, one that you accept openly, but still feel pensive over. 

“We can talk about it later,” she says, sliding herself into the rumpled sheets, patting down the open space next to her. “Would you mind if I stay the night? In your room? And in your bed?” 

“I can’t really turn down that offer,” you laugh, following along with a hand trailing up the side of her figure, giving a meaningful press of lips to the spot of her hair, “I actually like the company now.” 

“Would you also mind if I want it later when I can’t sleep?” 

“I’m seriously gonna hate you for this when we’re done.” 

“But I’m asking nicely.” she says, and hums this sweet tone when you lay next to her, feeling her ass shimmying against your cock underneath. “You’ll say yes,right?”

“Keep up with the needy act, and maybe I’ll have to fuck the want right out of you.” 

Sana rolls herself on top of you, finger tracing the lines of your face again, sketching, the bottom of her lip tugged by a pair of teeth. There’s that sly smile again, mischievous. It’s the reality now, she’s won you over. 

“Consider it a gift for you.” she adds, kissing you again before she goes slack on your chest, the wave of sleep finally setting in. 

–

(This actually comes later when you can’t dream a wink, staring up at the high ceiling: 

It only takes little effort for someone to make a house into a home - and you learn to the best extent possible, Sana slots in that missing piece where Dahyun is supposed to fill - without even fully realizing it. 

Her and Dahyun are two sides of the same coin, both give you this sense of ease and confusion that has you looking off while they’re trying to hide the inevitable laughs. They’re both also moodmakers with the way they look at you with the earnest smile, a reminder of one and the other that you’re not too far behind to follow. 

Every nick of the mouth moving, the glint in their eyes that will break you down from the shackles of rational thoughts while the springs in your bed are supporting the absolute fucking you’re doing over them. 

Maybe this summer will be saved after all.) 

–

When the crack of dawn breaks through the sunrise, you’re trying to recollect what little thoughts you have left of your deteriorating marriage; as in, what’s gonna happen to you when Dahyun finds out you’ve slept with her close friend who just happens to live in the house right next door, aside from other things. This space was now tainted in the heinous acts you’ve committed but the only thing that was filling the front of your mind was the amount of work emails you saw on your phone while waking up. 

“You’re just gonna leave me here in the bed all alone?” Sana asks, your back still turned to her when you mindlessly flick up the switch to your bathroom. 

A simple spin on the ball of your heel, and the image is just majestic to witness. 

This 5’3 brunette that’s all sunshine and rainbows, replaced by a deity that oozes sexiness and uncapped lust, lays on the side of her frame with an elbow propped up to support her head, hair still having that post-fuck frizziness to it, the sheets are covering most of her middle, but that outreaching left leg exposed, folds in, and you catch that slope of her hip, her ass is also not that far behind to look over. 

You already know her body all too well. If you could put someone that’s remotely close to the Greek god of Aphrodite, Sana would come very close to that. 

“Are you really expecting yourself to stay here?” you ask, fishing for your toothbrush before washing it with one hand, the other grabbing the minty toothpaste that was adjacent to it in the cup. “You know that I have work, not to mention working at home too.” 

You watch from the doorway when she sits up, the romp of her sheets falling over in front that shows that pale chest, her firm breasts that lay beneath her fine collarbones, there’s a new set of hickeys - the hickeys, showing your favorite spot to soothe her while she’s wailing in your arms, the rise and fall of her shoulders every breath let out has another wanting bite of her swollen lips. 

“Is it too much to keep you company?” she asks again, tugging on the comforter, hoping that she’ll get the right answer out of you.

“It’s not that I mind about the company of you, it’s the fact that others would get suspicious.” you retort, placing down the brush filled toothpaste on the counter, “That’s the last thing that I want to happen.” 

“How long has Dahyun been at trial with her firm?” 

“At least a couple weeks at this point.” 

“That’s what I thought.” 

“You need to go home.” 

“But your place is a lot nicer than mine, clean also.” she smiles, looking up little by little when you approach her on the edge of the bed. A hand is outreached with hers, and it’s damning how well it fits with yours, the automatic reflex of brushing your thumb over the highest peak of her middle knuckle. You don’t even flinch at the fact that she’s moved your hand over to her breast, tracing her nipple. It’s not hard to ease into these seductive advances, softly chuckling at the way Sana’s tit has a sort of weight to them - perky, but impossible to resist. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” you ask yourself, a little loudly for Sana to hear too, “I have to get ready.” 

“Breakfast on the table?” 

“Have you freshen up before you do the walk of shame next door.” you whisper, helping her up, swooping under her legs in a bridal carry. The tangle of her hairs on your chest when she leans her head in, laughing, the smell of citrus and lingering sweat. “The comforter was too heavy and hot anyway.” 

Sana just giggles, waving her feet in the air, into the bathroom where her skin glows a little bit lighter. “What’s the point of having that open room next to yours if it’s not used?” 

–

(There’s a lot of questions that don’t get answered. Partly because Sana can’t concentrate while you’re kneeling between her legs in the shower, lapping away at her clit, washing away any slick that’s left out; her fingers are splayed out across the tile, slipping, dripping away from her hips. 

You also shouldn’t be whispering these sweet nothings into her ear either, kissing her as if in another reality, maybe this too, could be a thing. It isn’t fair, it’s not right. She comes off as urgent, hoping to keep your mind off of the responsibilities sitting at your desk for just a little while longer. “Don’t do this to me.” That’s a plea, your mouth hovering over her neck, she has your dress shirt draped over her on the kitchen island with her knees apart again, filling in the space while she’s all porcelain teeth and warm tongue. She tugs on your lips like she wants every last bit of you, and it’s not worth fighting for. Her mouth gets on the cuff of your ear, and she whispers this spell, a curse rather, impending your fate even more: 

“I think you know all of the things that I would do to you.”) 

–

Fucking Sana has its own luxury. 

This living art piece wandering about in your house where no one else knows. She comes to your place, you go to hers, it’s a trade off that’s very easy to do when you’re just a few steps away from each other’s doors. 

We could also talk about benefits. The benefits. She asks for a couple favors - a helping hand to clean the house (yours or hers) as an example - you have some requests of your own, mostly to just have a quick bite of her cooking or pull some aged alcohol that was gifted to you a long while ago, half  the bottle already gone before the end of one night. It usually ends up with you sinking inside of her, caressing her gentle body, kissing the nape of her neck when your hips mesh with hers perfectly. 

It’s a new fun that’s profound in yourself. This super popular model that has every hot contact of companies you could name off the top of your head in her phone, taking a quick hiatus for some ‘me’ time. She’s got a solid income, her closet is full of brands that you take note of to give to Dahyun later down the line, and the sex man, it’s just fucking- well, terrific. 

If having Sana all to yourself was the prime exclusivity in its own right, the girls she invites over make everything much more interesting, just aside from the fact that she comes unannounced most of the time. Oh, and that girl in her picture framed back at her place, Chou Tzuyu, she’s a real sweetheart. You’ll have her tag along with Sana no matter what time of the day it is (or night, because you’ll always be free outside of work when it counts). 

Sana usually stays in your house more compared to hers, and she usually seeks you out first with a longing press of lips on yours. Tender, sweet, before you get into the best part of your regular business day, bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and dumping a nice hot load between her thighs while she goes on doing whatever you need her to do around the house to keep herself busy. 

She doesn’t let you have your way that easily. There’s this business call you’re doing, talking about how the numbers don’t really add up for this list of statistic report you were handed an hour prior, trying to fight the gravity of your head leaning forward–

“Sana, your fucking mouth. So good, jesus.” you mutter, cradling her head while she taps your cock on her perfect lips, laving her tongue over before she dips down again, pushing you past the tightness of her throat. 

–of the very person pushing your thighs apart underneath the desk when she primes at the very angle, bobbing her head slowly while maintaining that hypnotic friction of her hand over your shaft. 

You hit the key binded to the mute button on the call, not giving a single ear of the person in the session rambling about well, if we could get an extra day or two with the new inputs for the program, then maybe we the numbers that are put together can line up with the graph - ‘and, let me get this straight–’ 

“Mmph, god.” You’re broken down to just a few simple actions, combing Sana’s hair, guiding her silkly mouth onto your cock, and she doesn’t let up the fucking pace. You’ve got your fingers intertwined with hers on your thigh, not giving a care of how she’s so persistent to get you off like this, choking, drawing back for some air - her pinky and ring finger moving in this motion on the tip that has you shuddering. 

“Such a fucking hard worker,” she says, biting her lip, the glare in her eyes that’s nearly demonic while her tongue slips along the underside and upper part of your cock. “How could you talk so calmly while your dick is in my mouth?” 

“I’ve had practice before,” you answer, slightly smirking at the memory of Dahyun doing the exact same to you long ago, it’s no different.

Keeping it together wasn’t the option anymore, while the rush of Sana’s mouth is drawn back to you, proceeding with the online meeting as planned, discussing the future plans delegated to your coworkers. Too bad that they can’t hear the litany of gurgles and gags happening below your desk, struggling to not use one hand and keep Sana buried under there, watching with that lustful look in your eyes when she knows you’re about to pop, the shake of your leg as the sole hint to what she needs before putting both hands into the mix, all wet while every ounce of focus gets diluted to the ceiling. 

The meeting eventually ends while groaning at Sana’s throat bottoming you out, spilling inside that heat with a weak buck of your hips, shoving everything into her where your balls meet her chin. It just happens, more and more; her mouth is so fucked for you that some of the cum gets on her teeth when you slide out of her. The worst part: you’re still fucking leaking, getting it on her bottom lip, another rope above her eyebrow; the splatter doesn’t even end when she lightly presses a thumb down at the base and you get another drop to her cheek - it still isn’t fair when she wraps her fingers around, lightly stoking while your entire lower half of your body is still twitching once the work is all done. 

Sana can be evil, but she goes back to being a bundle of joy when she plants a kiss to the tip, pushing your chair back and kisses you back on the lips, wiping some remnants of your cum from your lips onto her fingertip while she sucks them cleanly. “Productive call?” 

“Got a few more clients to talk to, but thanks. I needed that.” you sigh, fingers on her chin to assess the proof, nodding Sana off to go ahead and wash up before cooking lunch. 

“You still want the usual meal?” 

–

Sana goes away for a few days, and the place gets hollow again. 

You have the phone in your ear with your manager to talk about potential vacation time (talk about great timing too), and with a press of a button on the TV, you see the headline on the channel broadcast: 

Dahyun and her firm won the trial. Which means that she’s finally coming home.

–

Dahyun’s homecoming is a bit short lived when you wait for her right on the street, her personal chauffeur rolling away while she’s walking to you with a duffel bag, a carry-on luggage, and her briefcase that she sets down before jumping into your arms. She smells soapy, a nice tinge of lavender when you bury your nose into the midpoint of her collar and neck. You tell her that you’re proud, give her the necessary congrats before dishing out the reassurance that you didn’t burn the goddamn place down while she was out saving her own job. 

“You didn’t miss much,” you say, watching Dahyun take a longing bite of the salmon dish you cooked for her, the hum of approval with that smile you’ve missed so much for god knows how many weeks has it been. “Besides the fact that you were saving your career, I kept myself busy with the projects at mine.” 

“Really,” she starts, “I would think that you’d drive yourself insane up until I finally managed to get back. That racing sim setup would literally drive your attention away from me, so I thought that was one of the things to keep you busy.” 

“I didn’t even have the whole thing unboxed yet,” you manage, swiping her glass of water for you to drink out of while she drives the knife into the food for another slice. “If anything, I was just cooped up in my office while keeping the house nice and tidy.” 

“Good to know. Have you been doing stuff with the others while I was gone?” 

“Who do you mean?” 

“I mean. Jihyo, Mina, maybe even Sana.” Dahyun says, and your gaze shifts from stoic to this more pensive one; like the last name makes you remember things that you’re not supposed to. “You did help with Sana right?” 

“I did. I was hoping that she left a handful of messages for you to read when you got off the plane.” 

The doorbell rings, and your wife is quick to answer it with that fast-paced walk of hers. By the time she opens the door, the home is filled with a familiar sound that was echoing through the hallways not that long ago, a week, three weeks even. 

Sana greets Dahyun with a loving embrace much like yours earlier this morning. Their conversation was pretty much filled with the usual ‘when did you get back?”, ‘you have to fill me in on everything that happened at your work!’, and ‘did you give him a hard time with the stuff you asked him to do?’ All of these questions have your head at an angle when you see the pair of them cling onto each other, like lost friends who haven’t seen each other but miraculously reunite at an airport after who knows what time frame you’d put them in. 

(Sana gives you this gaze, one that will have you kicking your heels while she combs down Dahyun’s hair, that sly smile of a girl who knows what they did, what she does to you.) 

You do nothing, just give her the simple wave and smile like nothing ever happened, while your mind plays a whole different tune and movie in the back of your head. 

–

(A small tidbit about montages: these moments in time from here on out to help shape up how stories play going forward. It’s not pretty, playing Sana’s game of chess while the ‘oh, my wife doesn’t know I cheated on her with her best friend who just happens to be our next door neighbor’ runs in your head. 

The blips don’t also fucking help either:

Instance #1: Another house party hosted by you and Dahyun where you bump into Sana in the kitchen, who returns with a playful tap to your crotch and a smack to your ass that has you buckling forward while you hear her laugh fade into the crowd.

Instance #2: Sana comes over for a movie night with Dahyun. While she went to use the bathroom, she uses this as an advantage to straddle over your lap, sucking your face up with her lips like a vacuum in the dark before she hurries back to her original spot on the couch, fixing up her hair and wiping her lips, playfully pointing at the hickey underneath your jaw that has you rolling her eyes by the time Dahyun settles back in the seat.  

And finally, instance #3: The infamous office room incident. Where you had a dinner party with the neighbors again to celebrate your promotional achievement of heading this massive project that would benefit into making electric cars more affordable for the common money maker. Everyone is having fun with the drinks and partying aspect of it while Sana is on her knees, again, in the dark, deepthroating your cock with the door open for anyone to notice. All urges are off the table when you and her stow yourselves away into the guest room (with the meticulously placed soundproof foam pads all over the walls) when you have Sana’s light body bouncing over your cock, hammering down her hot cunt for a few minutes while she bites her own finger when you switch up the tempo to be more slow, loving, a deliberate way where she can really feel every throb inside her. She has a hand to the small of your back, you’re covering her moans with your palm, making her cum over and over until she’s walking to her house with a stutter in her step. 

More incidents did occur, but there’s got to be a sense of craziness if we’re thinking of going through all of them.) 

–

“I’d say that things are pretty normal now,” you say, arm around Dahyun’s back with fingertips just grazing the top of her ass, legs over your lap while taking shade on the couch in the backyard patio, hanging out with a quartet of drinks on the table, two for you, and the other two for Sana and Tzuyu. 

They’re here on another hot Thursday, not wanting to risk a brownout with the a/c running for more than the viable six to eight hours that you’d normally have while working, taking a dip in the pool for a bit. Two pretty girls in clad bikinis: Sana in a revealing two piece that barely covers her nipples and pussy, Tzuyu in a striking singular bathing suit that shows those luscious thighs almost having you drool when she gets out of the water. 

“This was so much better than just walking around in our underwear around the house.” Tzuyu says, laughing, grabbing her bottle of this brand you pulled from the fridge when she takes a nice swig. You remember the faint memory of waking up one morning with Tzuyu and Sana, both of them taking turns fucking you in different parts around the house. Tzuyu on the couch in the living room and Sana again on your office chair, hopping along your cock while you’re typing in a report on the desktop. 

Sana’s laugh fills the atmosphere when she talks about pushing Dahyun into the pool, her look unamused when you stare at her in bewilderment while she sees Dahyun slap your shoulder, motioning you to take on the defensive. “You really have nothing else better to do than to spend your time with us.” 

“You and Dahyun are good company.” Sana says, dismissively, hand on Tzuyu’s thigh to also include her in the conversation. 

Dahyun shifts her legs off of your lap, pulling them in towards her while you sit up, leaning forward for the empty bottles before you’re stopped by Sana and Tzuyu, who both offered to get another round of drinks back inside while you relax. The pair of them both walk away, arm in arm, two beautiful girls with both bearing breathtaking asses, all within line of your eyesight. 

“You don’t think I know,” Dahyun says, snapping your gaze immediately back to her. 

“Know what?” you say, crossing your arm over while she leans in closer to you, making a face that looks very serious, but not threatening. A lick of your inner lip sends you uneasy while Dahyun’s eyes stare deeply into your soul. That deepening pit of anxiety inside your stomach has you second guessing on whether or not being honest and transparent with your wife should be the best route to go knowing what you did. What you’ve done. 

“Nothing,” she answers after, “Wanted to test something out of you.” Dahyun then leans her head into your collarbone while you stare out into the blue horizon hearing the sounds of Sana and Tzuyu come back with another bundle of bottles waiting to be downed. 

–

This happens entirely on a whim, and when you’re not even a part of the picture. 

Sana answers the door to her house, eyes shooting up when Dahyun’s at the top step, smiling with a bag from the bakery and a full bottle of sparkling cider. 

It’s the usual game of the catch-up conversation, Dahyun talks about her draining work from the trial, plus her extended vacation time handed by her boss. Sana talks about the upcoming collabs that she’s been appointed to, a plane waiting with an open door for her on the taxiway by the end of the month. 

Exchanging laughs, quick memories of their past hangouts. The high-school reunion type vibe has this sense of nostalgic feeling between the two of them, but Dahyun drops the act completely out of nowhere to talk about more pressing matters. 

“How long?” she asks Sana, placing her glass neatly on the counter across from her. 

“What are you talking about?” Sana says, swallowing down a lump of bread down her throat, worrying. “Did I do something wrong?” 

“I know you’ve been getting cozy with him,” Dahyun says flatly, “I just want you to tell me if that’s true or not.” 

“About?” 

“Getting his dick all up inside of you like you wanted.” 

“I thought you were okay with it?” 

“I never said anything remotely close to that.” Dahyun sighs, grabbing the half-full bottle of cider before downing it straight from the opening, placing it down right after while Sana taps her finger on the counter. “Besides, he’s probably worried that our marriage is ruined.” 

“Doesn’t seem that way.” 

“Sana, what are you implying?” 

“What I’m implying,” Sana prompts sweetly, stepping towards Dahyun around the counter, snaking a hand down her waist where it’s open in the crop-top, kissing her by surprise. Dahyun’s mouth opens wider, fingers curling around the nape of Sana’s neck, like an old memory locked away coming to light again. “Is that we show your lovely man that shouldn’t be the case between us.” 

She dips her face into Dahyun’s again, the kiss more intoxicating than the first initial contact. It’s how Dahyun melts down from Sana, the way her spine curves backwards, Sana’s hands there at the perfect time to support her, both of them are panting into it, how open they were about their feelings for each other before you waltzed in to have Dahyun all to yourself. 

“I hate how I like you and him both.” Dahyun gasps when Sana plants her lips across her neck, her hands grasping her waist and ass that gets this hum of approval from Sana on her skin. “Maybe we could find a probable compromise to solve this little problem?” 

“Is it the same compromise I’m thinking of seeing his pretty eyes when we cum all over his cock?” Sana asks with a wink while Dahyun just giggles into her chest. 

“I love it when you and I are on the same page.” 

–

A sigh leaves your lips when you hear how the metal grinds inside the lock of your doorknob, pushing the front door open to see the surprise of an article of clothing, sitting at your feet, tilting your head to the side when you pick it up to see that it was a cropped shirt. The soft sound of the humidifier fills the eerie silence when your eyes notice another piece of clothing a few inches away from the shirt, connecting the dots in your mind realizing the trail of clothes up the stairs. 

Once up the steps, the pieces start to get larger: first a shirt, then some stockings, the door leading into your bedroom was ajar, the knob hanging with two pairs of panties. The hinges on your door squeak but so quietly, and your ears are greeted with a familiar laugh, not just one, but two. 

Without producing any more noise to make your presence known, your eye captures the sight of Sana on your bed, dipping her head lower to a girl laying underneath, caressing her face while the other girl giggles, returning the kiss openly. It’s pretty peculiar, when you also realize that both of them are naked on your mattress, it’s also really fucking peculiar when you connect the dots that the girl laying underneath Sana is Dahyun of all people. 

“I suppose that Sana’s little secret was finally let out by her.” you finally say, leaning on the door frame with the smooth wood wide open. And when the both look up at you, Sana looking up and forward, Dahyun looking from under while laying still, fuck, it’s sending signals to your brain at the image of them on top of each other like this, a mesh of skin on skin, their pretty faces stacked on their chins - you could sketch it on an easel, because that’s a literal art piece in real time. 

Your mind doesn’t even register the few seconds after, when both Dahyun and Sana make way towards you, the movement of their bodies in perfect sync, hypnotized at the way you watch how they stand on their tiptoes - ghosting their hands all over your chest and hips while your hands tend to their asses, palm at the defined fit of them, softly laughing. 

“We had,” Sana and Dahyun both say each word in different pauses, something straight out of a horror movie at the way they ad lib each other’s utterances. “An idea,” Sana adds. “That you’d hope you’ll like.” Dahyun finishes. “Would you like to see what we were discussing?” 

(God picked your battles, and maybe you could let him off the hook just this once.) 

“Impress me,” you simply say, while Sana pulls your head into hers when she kisses you in front of Dahyun. 

–

So Sana and Dahyun return to the positions where you first found them.

The only difference being, Dahyun hanging her head off the bed upside down, dragging her tongue across the seam of your balls while Sana’s tongue slips inside your mouth, her slender fingers giving these languid strokes to your cock while the pair of them just hum in content, getting you ready when all of the gears are primed to click. 

The contrast between the two of them, Sana being gentle with her lips while Dahyun is the complete opposite with hers, aggressive with the way her tongue swipes across the underside of your cock, her hands wrapped around your thighs to get more of those lavish licks at the base that has you counting stars behind your eyelids early. 

“How are you rock fucking hard?” Sana husks, brushing her lips against yours while Dahyun leaves a path of pecks to your inner thigh before she rolls her body over, looking up with her doe eyes while Sana lets herself fall right next to her, flipping her hair back while the sheets crinkle at the elbows, reflecting the same look before flashing her eyes back at Dahyun. “Makes me wonder who you’re gonna finish inside of at the end of this.” 

“Didn’t know that this was a competition,” you say, mind zoning out when Sana draws her tongue up your underside now in a quick lick, Dahyun smiling on the opposite end doing the same exact thing, that will most definitely bite back your words. 

It’s only right that Dahyun gets to be the first to push your head into her mouth, inhaling a bit while her tongue smoothes out across the area, delicately brushing along the length that sends the synapses in your spine on an electrical current. Sana just looks in awe at how much your wife is taking you, twisting a hand in play while she plants a wet kiss to her temple. 

You could get lost in the finesse of how Dahyun’s small hands skate up your length, the cushion of her mouth already enough to have your tongue between your teeth, but Sana didn’t come her to just watch, tapping lightly on her shoulder and sliding you out of one heat into the next, and the expectation you had for Sana blowing you always gets thrown out the window. 

“Fucking whore she is,” Dahyun rasps when Sana lowers her lips more down your cock, rolling along with the lightest graze of her teeth along the top, a twitch of your legs with a billowing puff of your cheeks to let them know that what they’re doing is working. How many times has he let you blow him under the desk? You hear Dahyun ask Sana, pulling some stray strands of hair from her side when she clasps her lips at the base, keeping you there in the sweltering heat. 

“Oh Dahyun,” Sana reprimands, “You have no idea how much I’ve made him cum while you were away.” 

A hand is thrown into the mix, behind both of their heads when they meet the glints in their eyes, uniformly taking your cockhead from the side, slowly sliding down at the suction, how they both fluidly slide you in their mouths in alternating fashion. Sana popping with her mouth, Dahyun swiping along the slit the next second. 

“Christ girls,” and you could hear the giggles of satisfaction to your amazement when they both have a hand along the length, stroking slowly to the point you can’t even look them in the eye. “You had this planned for a while now, haven’t you?” 

“I was against Sana’s crazy idea,” Dahyun purrs, face flushed when you notice that Sana’s hand is at her rear, fingers dipping into her cunt that’s already slicked up, waiting to be stretched, “but then she convinced me otherwise after some- propper persuasion.” 

“Tell me,” Sana chimes in, that innocent pout with her pursed lips doing absolutely no justice to how she looks right now, “Who do you think is the bigger slut between the two of us, me? Or Dahyunie?” 

Dahyun guwaffs when she leans into your palm, slapping your cock along her lips while you thumb the soft skin on her temple, swiping the underside of your head makes you grit your teeth at the amount of teasing they’re both doing. “Maybe he should fuck our faces to see,” she suggests, “Who could choke the hardest over this fucking cock.” 

(With a pair of wide open eyes, you could only mouth the word, “fuck.”) 

“You’d like that anyway, won’t you daddy?” 

The obedience settles in when both of these girls let their hands rest on the edge of the bed, finger and thumb wrapped around your cock when you tell both of them to hang their mouths open, rubbing your tip around the rim of Sana’s lips when she opens wider, wider until her jaw fully slacks at the whole length, and you love how she’s a pro at this. 

You take your deserved pleasure of how each of these girls' mouths feel around you. Sana’s lips being so unbearably perfect with those pretty lips of hers, sliding out and have Dahyun practically inhale your cock next, her eyes blinking up over the tight seal she has over you. “Jesus, baby–” 

Sana helps play the guide fucking your cock more into Dahyun’s mouth, the subtle flick she has sliding around with every move and thrust flushing into her throat. Her small lips were already ahead of the curve mirroring Sana’s movements a few minutes ago, the pressure sending waves from your hips up, lightly clutching her hair to keep the ache building. 

“Taking your baby so well, huh?” Sana growls over the sound of Dahyun desperately slipping her head down your length. “You like how she’s deepthroating you after not having your cock for a whole month?” 

“Feels so fucking good,” you answer, spreading your legs apart to keep Dahyun’s mouth on your cock warm, moaning so loud when Sana’s other hand works your balls, fingernails scratching along the ridges of skin while she fingers her, the moans sending vibrations along your shaft nearly breaking you. “Keep- gonna cum on this pretty fucking face.” 

Borderline filthy, almost off the fucking rails. Sana doesn’t like to play fair when she pulls Dahyun off of your cock, the drag of her tongue stripped off with a line spit connecting to her lips that’s soon catered to Sana’s mouth kissing Dahyun again, and the sight in itself is a blessing that you’ll never take for granted, how their faces tilt every second they meet, the smile breaking at the corner where you could notice them, delicately letting their fingers explore their faces, hooking into their hair and necks, the rise and fall of their shoulder every breath taken. 

Sana’s head spins out of control when she’s pushed onto the pillows of the bed, propping on her elbows while Dahyun spreads her knees apart more, kissing up the line of her inner thigh. “Dahyun,” she rasps, head reeling back when she’s getting close to the center, “I’ve been dreaming of this to happen for so long: you eating me out while your husband is oh- looks like he’s already ahead of the–” 

You don’t pay attention to their short exchange of words, relishing in the taste of Dahyun’s pussy, licking past the slit when you grip her asscheeks a little more tighter, a slip of the tongue over her clit, lapping up in the ways that you know your wife likes. 

Like the trail of clothes to the bedroom, your vibrations transfer up to Dahyun’s mouth and into Sana’s cunt; it’s a connecting line of fucking when you slide your tongue deeper, where the heat is the most hot, hooking your arms over Dahyun’s thigh’s while Sana grips her head, whimpering the moans where she’s left struggling for air. 

“Look at us, Dahyun, shit, he’s eating away at you, you’re eating away at me, this is so fucking good.” 

Sana’s the first to sputter, the amount of hums in approval, cracking under the faults. You and Dahyun are on the same page when you’re slipping two fingers in - then three; Dahyun catches on while getting fucked over, adding her four fingers into Sana’s stretching pussy. She’s gonna lose it. 

That whine she makes, when she’s over the edge, it’s the missing symphony in your ears. 

“Yes, I’m cum– gonna fucking cum,” she cries out, Dahyun leans all the way in, back arched in a way that would rival a gymnast. The way your fingers are clutching at her snowy skin, enough to easily scratch and draw bruises, she’s quivering when you’ve also made her reach the peak like Sana: these meaningless sounds, air getting more static through their tracheas. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Dahyun whines out matching Sana’s volume, hips tensing while your mouth is pressing against the pucker of her ass, tongue and finger tag teaming while she fucks Sana through her sensitive pussy, past the first hurdle of cumming and skating a pair of fingertips over her clit, making Sana lock her knees while the circles on her nub continue, speaking complete nonsense and in mewls. 

“I’ll fuck you now, just like you wanted.” you spit, pulling yourself closer to Dahyun by the hips, her whole body relaxing when you have the head of your cock, skimming the folds of her pussy while Sana cradles her head on her boobs, leaving languid kisses while Sana puts her legs up underneath. 

“Need it–” Dahyun pants, only to be shut up by Sana kissing her again to keep her dazed. 

“What do you need, honey?” you ask, leaning forward to kiss the line of her back, hand massaging her waist before you retract your hand up the dunes of her hip, onto the divot of her hip while impulsively smacking your wife’s ass that makes her yelp at how hard you hit it. 

“Your cock- need your cock inside me-” She can barely answer while she’s drunk at the teasing of your cock along her pussy while Sana’s lips work her neck. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Well, he’s gonna have his work cut out for you isn’t he?” Sana asks, massaging Dahyun’s waist while the top of your thigh meets Sana’s ass, licking your finger to make her squeal when you rub it on her clit, and you get several. “Fucking our brains till we’re drained.” she tells you, watching as you stroke the length of your cock. How long could you hold out? How much can you handle? You’ll be good for us, let you easy- until you’re cumming a whole fucking mess. 

Sana means business, Dahyun is already putty just waiting to be put back into a tube and spilled over on the bed. “You two will be good girls for me, and I’ll fuck you guys right.” 

You mean what you say, it’s in existence. And when you push your head into Dahyun’s perfect pussy, the opening rips out a tone within her that you’ll always remember - sucking in an air at the clamp, taking you all the way. Sana smiles at the wince Dahyun makes, holding her face when you pull back, slowly thrusting halfway, the tightness leaving you speechless. 

That very moment where you’re sinking - where you don’t even have to say anything. (Because Dahyun was just made to take your cock that doesn’t feel undeserving at all.) Her ass is spread out, cunt gripping the whole fucking length while she buries her head into Sana’s neck. You could also hear a hush come from Sana’s lips while you’re still fixated on your cock disappearing inside of Dahyun. 

“Just-” Dahyun sputters, the octave in her voice going up pitch by pitch, fucking her soaking hole while you’re pushing everything to the possible ability you can, where you can feel the clench around your head, sobbing, hands over the dough of her ass, getting her cock drunk until you senselessly empty yourself inside her. 

“Harder,” Sana chides, tongue on the neck while she’s the supporting beam of the shaking girl laying on top of her. “I want her to be broken in two.” 

So you keep pounding, this familiar angle with your hips to where Dahyun has died before, shrieking while she feels like she’s floating in her head. When you see her head move over to the side, her profile in view, you’re blown away by the fade of her blush, Sana’s hand underneath to her chin, her back arched to the highest point she could possibly have it in, pistoning yourself in like it wasn’t the daily routine as it is, not ever realizing that it would never stop being like this. 

When her moans reach the apex, you could see Dahyun mouthing something, a wobbling lip hindering for her to even say the words properly - Baby, I’m gonna fucking– cum so hard on your- 

One final push in, and her entire lower half shakes, a dam finally cracking under the pressure. 

Sana’s just there to admire the artwork of her face, while reassuring that everything will be taken care of once all of this is done, a kiss to the lips while your cock continues to slowly plunge deep, cumming on your hips, the warmth too comfy to even leave. This would be great, one more sense of presence in the bed that will be a mainstay from now on. 

“Look at you doing so well for him,” Sana says, and she’s still laughing, drunk on the sounds of Dahyun while her half-lidded eyes are telling a different tale. “You’ve missed his big fucking cock, fitting so perfectly inside you, hmm? Look at how much you creamed all over him, ugh, filthy.” 

Dahyun just shudders while you’re massaging her inner thigh, pulling the head of your cock out of her fucked pussy, slapping the head agasint the sensitive clit, and you chuckle lightly at the small twitches she makes every hit that she feels; once, twice, thrice, and even the fourth. 

“Was that enough to satisfy you?” you ask, learning over to get your face in between the two pretty girls, getting a whiff of your wife’s hair while Sana’s quick to plant her lips on the cuff of your ear, bold, trying to hide how badly she wants the next go at you railing her. “Could you take more tries before your cunt gets my load all up inside of you?” 

“She’s not gonna answer that for you right away.” Sana sliding herself down, her fingers fluttering around your shaft. She does these circular motions alongside the skin that had your head sideways the other day back on the couch, realizing how sterile you were at being delicately handled, she’ll play that to her advantage, and she always finds something new. 

“Now that you had your fill with her,” she continues on with this while showering Dahyun with peppered kisses across her breasts. “Don’t you think I should have a go? Make you throb to the point where I get to feel the teeny bits of precum before you burst?” 

“Sana, that’s not nice.” you tell her, lightly tapping Dahyun’s waist, leaning over to the nook of her neck to whisper something. Have her something to do while keeping Sana’s mouth occupied, because I hate how she doesn’t shut up about things like these. And Dahyun follows along, still coming down on her high, shimmying her way up on her knees and when she finally hovers over Sana’s face, you see the quick peek of her tongue tip in preparation while your fingers are working fast around Sana’s thighs, pulling her towards you and priming Dahyun for the perfect angle. 

“Should we shut this little slut up, honey?’ Dahyun asks, biting her lip at you while you slapping your cock along Sana’s folds, to an amount enough for her to hide the growl coming out of her mouth. “I think she’s a little too antsy for the both of us.” 

“Ladies first,” you smirk, providing the common courtesy, dipping your cockhead in before backing out, catching the small ‘fuck’ being let out by Sana. Dahyun takes the quick moment of weakness as an opportunity to finally sit on her face, her hand also quick to rub her clit while the woman’s open mouth on her pussy starts to tear away at the threads, and you know Sana well enough to describe the feelings. 

It’s listed as this: tight, so fucking tight to the point that it should be considered to a world class delicacy that’s not meant to be enjoyed leisurely. 

That sharp draw of air through the thin lines of your teeth, finding that leverage into her cunt, easing into her, trying not to get ahead of yourself when she’s finally flush with your hips. You could hear the hum of satisfaction through Dahyun, her hand gripping Sana’s hairs between her legs, lightly grinding her cunt over her wet, hot mouth. 

“Right there, yeah, there we go.” How your cock stretches alongside the walls, spreading her apart. It’s always a real show to keep both eyes open on, no quarter of the inch left behind. Sana would be this tornado that swoops in places, taking people off their feet. In trade for that, she offers a grace with her person - a vibe that comes off as rich, tied to materialism, to be used as a personal fucktoy when the time is right, and that instance of ‘time’ happens to be legitimately, every time. 

You could take days to figure out how you managed to get in this position. It’ll only take you hours, minutes; hell, maybe even less than a few milliseconds to wrap your head around the fact of how full you make Sana with your cock, providing the same structure of strokes, slowly building up pace like with Dahyun a few minutes ago. 

“How’s he feeling, Sana? Does he fill you up well like he said that he would?” Dahyun finally says, hair curtaining the right side of her face while Sana’s eyes can only look up while her mouth works her pussy again. The gluttal sounds of moans and chokes and smacks of Sana’s lips on Dahyun’s other lips, the only thing that she can do while you’re splitting Sana apart, her also doing some small movements so that she could fuck herself back onto your cock. 

Dahyun pulls her hips up for Sana to speak, “Oh baby, it’s fucking me so deep. Want him - want daddy to fuck this pretty pussy–all for him.” 

“Is that something you can do…fuck her cunt the same way you fucked my cunt?” 

This takes a pause, flashing a gaze to Dahyun while you could feel the muscles flex in Sana’s legs and hips, driving yourself into her continuously, keeping a rhythm in check. The demand that’s being proposed doesn’t even register in your mind and Dahyun does this swift motion of doing a complete one-eighty of her hips, pressing her ass down onto Sana’s forehead, leaning over with a hand onto her waist while the other pulls your face in with her small fingers. You’ll have to pay attention, because her lips are quick to keep you from snapping out of Sana’s perfect pussy. 

“What are you asking me to–” 

“I want you–” one kiss to get you drunk from Dahyun, “to fuck her properly–” another kiss to keep focus, “until she cums–” nothing wrong with having a third kiss, “all over this perfect cock.” 

Your hand is quick to reach across for Dahyun’s breast, kneading it in a way that she knows that she’s still yours, her eyes flickering down to the sight of your cock sinking back into Sana’s blown cunt, floating a pair of fingers on the clit, watching as you tear her apart, not wanting to shy or look away herself. 

Sana’s quick to pull her face off of Dahyun’s ass, gasping for air before sweeping the flat of her tongue across her pussy once again, “So fucking perfect for me, daddy, please, don’t stop,” is what she says to you while you can see her legs go limp slightly from the sides. 

The creaks of your lofted bed frame are singing at the shift of movement between the bedsheets and pillows, pulling yourself (with Sana inside still) up to the edge, planting both of your knees when you bottom yourself a little bit more deeper. You notice the image of Sana’s face fucked out, how she’s blushing, twisting her head to the right with her eyes closed, Dahyun manages to stave off to the side, taking a momentary break while you carry on with teasing Sana’s swollen clit, getting a few whines, moving her head against the sheets in a brief tantrum. 

“Had enough yet?” you had the frame of asking, smiling alongside the line of Sana’s neck while the temporary angle of your cock just nudges that one spot you’ve managed to hit a couple times, the symphony of Sana’s little ‘oh’s’ when a small move of the hips just has Sana’s cunt clenching the head of your cock to send you gasping as well. 

“Stop - stop with the questions,” she huffs, body stiffening before the wave of relaxation when you’re leaving more pretty bruises along the drawn canvas of her middle, licking up the deserved sweat of your hard work that’s also staining the sheets, along with the soaking that’s between your legs and hers. 

You get a command, Sana looks up in a panic when Dahyun tells you to start fucking her harder, lifting the small of her back to get her horizontal with the mattress. 

The levels just only seem to go up higher than then; Sana’s eyes being pulled down and rolled back. She knows you’re hitting the right spot, because of how she’s lightly pulling her legs up, you doing most of the support when she’s drawing these hitches of air, shuddering all over your waist while you push her beyond that edge. Her head is doing this bobbing motion when you slide with that upstroke, and you could feel the drag of her nails digging into your forearms that would seem accidental in another circumstance. 

Dahyun plays spectator, catching her breath, hand toying between her thighs while you’re fucking the girl beneath you into a spilled puddle all over your lap. 

“Are you seriously getting off without my help?” you ask, effortlessly gliding into the folds of Sana’s cunt. “Touching yourself while your best friend is taking my cock, sweetie? God, look at her, she’s wrecked.” 

Sana pulls you in with little strength she has left, able to get her arms around your neck and shoulders, tightening that pull even more against you. 

“Want you to cum,” she pleads, “I want you to cum inside and just, fuck, you don’t–” It’s miserable, hopeless, the power you have to just do exactly that with the way both Dahyun and Sana are both moaning and panting and just straight up rubbing both of their swollen clits while the length of your cock is still drowning in one of them. 

It’s how you do these broad strokes, slowly, strategically, a technique that you’ve perfected over the amounts of times you’ve got yourself completely fucked over, balls tapping above the pucker of Sana’s ass when pulling yourself in from the top of her thighs, a holding point while doing the best punishment of teasing you could ever do for someone like her. 

(Calling Dahyun over: shut this bitch up for me, please?) 

It’ll do you numbers in which: you’re still fucking Sana insanely hard still, with Dahyun’s head hovering above the present action. 

Sana’s clutching on to Dahyun’s leg, pressing her eyes into the skin, not wanting to let this fantastic feeling ever end, muttering all of the lovely things that she’s told you before multiple times. You could see the tug on her lips, tilting your head at how familiar the look was because you’ve seen it the first few times at how she couldn’t believe that you’d feel this good inside her, to get her stomach transformed into ashes and have her seeing stars. Sana’s body is “Pandora’s box’ full of lust, just waiting to be opened until you’ll give her opulence of what she needs from you, to fill her up. 

“Fuck her through and through,” Dahyun orders with this hint of anger, “need to see her cum–” 

“Give me your mouth, princess,” retreating from Sana’s exhausted cunt and getting Dahyun’s mouth all over you, cleaning up the mess of Sana’s slick right off of your length, stomach dipping when her throat swallows almost the entire half. 

Your ears are zeroing in on the gags your wife is making on your cock, doing a double feature while her fingers are rubbing Sana’s clit to keep that ache, grasping a high ponytail with one hand, sucking away that will have you dreaming that the tension is almost tempting of spilling inside her throat right at that second. Dialing back with what little warning you have left, slipping back into the other hot warmth below her chin. 

Despite the numbness clouding your brain, the obscene sounds of hums and whines tie in perfect tandem while you’re gliding back into Sana’s cunt, alternating between the tender rings of muscles, stretching around your cock in a one-two step: Dahyun’s mouth sliding and slobbering down your length, teasing Sana with your cockhead in her cunt massaging the walls around that squeezing vice. 

You’re not at fault for when it happens: face red hot from within, the sound that rips through your vocal cords while your knees buck at the sensation of Sana’s ass bouncing back off the edge of the bed, and the small gyration of her hips when you’ve driven all the way to the hilt, she can sense it too.

Again, you’re not at fault for the way your cock pulsates that first second inside Sana’s sopping fuckhole, the first shots at the deepest pit where you could take it, twitching while you’re trying to save yourself from losing all of it from the first hold. Any second longer inside that lovely heat will have you rethinking your life choices up until this point. 

You pull out, fist tight around your cock when you could see the lower point of your tip, giving an act of generosity firing another shot of cum inside Sana, cock out in the air where Dahyun sees the opportunity to lean in, drinking in the remaining spill that–

Scratch that, it’s not remaining, because you’re cumming everywhere. 

There’s drops of white spilling from the front of her lower lips, pumping out the leaks on the flat of Sana’s stomach. Shit, you even managed to get a few globs on Dahyun’s cheek, even up to Sana’s right tit. It’s all fucked, you almost topple over on top the both of them, the arm serving as a last gasp foothold while the color drains from your face. 

Dahyun pushes you up with both of her hands, staring at you with the splotches of your release slowly sliding down alongside her cheek. She’s taken aback with the load, but what she does with it–

(Well, don’t be surprised. She’s the love of your life for god’s sake.) 

Two fingers skate off some of the cum off her profile, rubbing it on her lips. You draw yourself away while Dahyun helps Sana sit up on the bed, her hand quick to dip under her cunt where she picks up more of your cum that you’ve spilt inside. Sana catches on quick to lick off the cum off of Dahyun’s cheek, tongue sliding across the plane to swallow, the small ‘mms’ and audible smacks of lips colliding. Dahyun just laughs when she examines her palm, placing it underneath her mouth and Sana’s both of them licking the dribble up like two birds in a bath, washed over with sweat and slick and filthy and–

“So fucking gross,” Dahyun says, finger to the arch of Sana’s brow, wiping a wisp of hair off. “Like, are you gonna be so full of yourself–”

“Hey,” Sana tuts, “Don’t get all mad now that I’ve managed to push his buttons better than you.” She then slumps herself over Dahyun’s lap, hand massaging her waist while Dahyun leans back on her palms, crossing one leg up the edge to support her head. They both get secluded in their own little world, whispering these different sayings to each other with a soft smile at one, a scrunched nose to the other. 

You manage to slot yourself to the side, next to Dahyun, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, “I thought this wasn’t a competition over me.” 

The pair simply roll their eyes, Dahyun runs her fingers through Sana’s hair, unconsciously, affectionately. They’re still coming down from all the fucked out clarities while they simply - just - look. Being proven wrong wasn’t that much of a loss in itself; in fact, it was actually inviting when you’re giving them the same confused expression that has the brain questioning everything from the plain existence to whether or not this new reality was even sustainable amongst the three of you. 

“We could all agree to an accord together,” Sana says enthusiastically, “like distinguished human beings- or, something like that.” 

(I mean, there’s a blueprint to draw up for that extra room anyway, but you’ll get to that later.) 

–

It’s during one Saturday morning, when the plates and bowls of today’s breakfast are already in the sink, you have a single carry-on duffel bag in your hand, placed on the highest step of the stairs, taking in that crisp air through your nose. Everything comes to a gentle slope, the clouds are high up in the sky, meshed up together, shielding the landscape from the beaming sun, and the time hasn’t even hit noon yet. 

“I just don’t get it.” you beam, elbows on the railing while your eyes get caught up in a pair of blue jay’s gliding past the street, fascinated by the companionship of nature. Only to have your attention drawn to the awaiting car on the driveway, Dahyun’s personal chauffeur (and to this day you’re still wondering if that person even gets paid or not). “All of this trouble of having a vacation, get reeled back into working, have more time off than expected, but still decide to take up another work order again?” 

Dahyun steps out the doorway, slapping your arm, leaving your face with a small wince that you play off with dead eyes. “I could call Nayeon to put in a word for Momo. If you’re making such a big deal out of it, I might as well tell them myself that I wanted more time off than need be.” 

“You said that it was work related.” you tell her as the counterargument.

“But it’s not!” Sana bursts out, all smiles while you’re walking down the pathway with another bag in your hand onto the asphalt. “Such a buzzkill, as if you didn’t want the whole place to yourself to burn down. You spend wayyyy too much time up in your little office, so consider this to be punishment.” 

“Where did this come from?” you ask, flustered, with arms up trying to play the innocence card. 

Dahyun pulls Sana’s singular luggage from her hand and into the trunk of the car, the bag you were carrying also next to be put before a shut off of the compartment. “We’ve been planning this for sometime, and now we’ve decided to do it. Together.” She pulls up her own passport with an airline ticket shoved in between the pages. You could probably guess where they’re going, judging from the assortment of clothes that they’ve packed, it must be somewhere tropical, like Cancun or in the Bahamas, maybe even Malaysia was on the cards, but you take it with a grain of salt. 

“Is this supposed to be a besties trip that I didn’t even know about until now?” you ask the two girls standing behind the car, leaning back onto the glossy material of the paint job while your arms are bridged between your chest. “I’m also assuming that this is predetermined–” 

“Stop being so analytical.” Sana groans out, “You really have to think twice about what our summer plans were?” 

“Maybe he just needs a few conditions.” Dahyun adds on, nudging Sana’s shoulder to which her face suddenly lights up in excitement. “Besides, he’s really good at reading between the lines, like, you know, he has a good thing for body language - go ahead, test him, I’m sure that he’ll show off like he always does.” 

(It’s how you catch yourself shaking your head downwards to the Earth, hiding the grin that’s breaking on your face because Dahyun knows how well you observe your surroundings. She’s trying to play dumb at the fact that she went ahead to grab your duffel bag while getting the shower ready for yourself. You also notice that Dahyun’s driver got her roughly about ten minutes early to put your bag in the trunk and pretend that nothing ever happened. It’s cute when she gets sneaky and mischievous, because Sana will always buy into what she devises to get you stressed, a migraine pounding through the back of your head, taking it out when you have both of them moaning underneath or straddled on top of you.) 

So you say: “Are there any guarantees to this if I do what you ask?” 

Dahyun puts her passport out in front, shifting her thumb over to show yours underneath. You pretend to be shocked with lifted eyebrows, but you already have them figured out. 

In a world where laughter echoed like music, Twice stood as a beacon of joy, their vibrant energy could light up every room they entered and every stage they took. Those infectious smiles that brought fans from across the globe together, a reflection of the bond Twice themselves maintained amongst each other - the perfect show of leading by example. Each individual member was like a fun little musical note, and the beauty was how they all came together to become a symphony of love, resonating far beyond the stage deep into the hearts of their fans.

Yet, none of that was present this morning. The air in the conference room was thick with an unspoken tension, each heartbeat echoing like a countdown. Sana, Nayeon, and Momo sat together, faces full of axiomatic unease. Sana fiddled with the hem of her shirt, eyes darting to the door every few seconds as if the solution to her worries were waiting to knock. Nayeon, attempting to maintain a facade of calmness, drummed her fingers nervously against the table. And Momo’s eyes darted around the room, unable to settle.

Isolated from the other three, Dahyun sat by the window - her usual bright demeanor dimmed, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. You walked across the room, taking a seat next to her in silence. She turned to you, acknowledging your existence with a nod before turning her attention back to the gentle raindrops spilling down the glass.

“I just don’t understand why they're taking so long,” Momo broke the silence, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

The question lingered, met by more silence as the girls exchanged glances. Their eyes felt fragile and the stakes seemed higher than ever. That bond they had built over the years felt more delicate than ever in this moment.

“Like I said earlier,” you replied softly. “None of them have said no as far as I know, they’re simply negotiating terms.”

“What happens if they don’t sign?” Sana added quietly.

“Hey,” Nayeon shuffled her chair closer to Sana, tilting her head slightly, her voice a soothing melody amidst the tension. “Whether or not they sign doesn’t change anything, but they’ll sign.”

Sana looked up, meeting Nayeon’s warm gaze. “But what if…”

“Let’s not play the ‘what if’ game,” Nayeon interrupted her with a reassuring smile. “It’s not like we haven’t faced challenges before, we’ll get through this one just like always. As Twice.”

“They’ll sign,” Momo added with confidence.

A half-hearted smile was all Sana could muster as Nayeon leaned forward in her chair, wrapping her arms around her. You stood up from your own chair and bent over, planting a gentle kiss on Dahyun’s forehead as she remained fixated on the window. You walked towards the door, pausing only to give Momo a quick and reassuring hug, silently informing her that everything was going to be alright.

“I’m going to get some updates,” you stated as you opened the door. “I’m almost certain everyone is going to sign, I’m just going to see how the negotiations are going.”

Nayeon flashed you an encouraging smile before picking her phone up off the table and distracting herself.

—

“Come in.”

Inside, in far better spirits than the previous room, sat Jihyo smiling up at you.

“Good news?”

“Great news,” Jihyo replied cheerily. “They’re basically giving me everything I wanted, they’ve even agreed to expedite the boring logistic stuff for my solo.”

“That’s great,” you smiled back. “They’re writing up the new contract with your lawyer I assume?”

“Yup, I even made sure to add some amendments to the others’, basically giving anyone who signs some more power.”

“All these years as the official leader has really instilled the values in you hasn’t it?” you chuckled. “Speaking of which, if you’re done with the negotiations, do you mind heading back to the main room and trying to cheer them up a bit? I’ve tried but…”

“I understand,” Jihyo nodded, standing up and walking over with a prominent spring in her step. “I’ve only spoken with Mina and Chae so far, I’m fairly certain those two are signing. Actually, I’m pretty sure everyone is signing from what they’ve told me before.”

“That’s what I’ve been thinking as well, Chaeyoung just wants more freedom and I can’t imagine they’d have an issue with that,” you agreed, holding the door open for Jihyo. “Even though it’s mostly a formality at this stage though, I can’t help but feel a tiny bit nervous.”

“That’s fair, I am too,” Jihyo replied, for the first time showing a hint of unease. "You'll let us know what the others say as soon as you find out?”

“Of course, thank you Jihyo,” you answered before leaving her to make your way to the next room. 

As you waited patiently for the elevator, the doors opened and you were met with Chaeyoung stepping out while happily sipping on what you could only assume was an iced Americano. “Done with negotiations?” you questioned the unbothered girl.

“Yup,” Chaeyoung replied casually. “I’m free!”

Your heart sank.

“Not like that, I mean free from signing stuff,” she quickly explained after seeing your expression. “They agreed to give me full freedom.”

“Oh,” you sighed, your pulse quickly dropping back to normal as you took a couple of deep breaths. You paused, the curiosity weighing on you as your brain was working at half speed. “What does full freedom mean exactly?”

“Basically everything! Tattoos, piercings, boys, whatever I want,” she answered happily.

“Boys?”

“Don’t look at me like that,” she smirked before leaning closer to you and whispering into your ear. “Until I find a boyfriend, you’ll still be fucking my tight ass.”

“Jesus,” you laughed, giving her a little playful spank. “Well shit, keep me updated on that, yeah?”

“I guess now that technically it’s allowed, I’ll tell you something, but you can’t tell any other staff,” Chaeyoung continued before taking a drawn-out sip. “I’ve actually been talking to a couple of guys already.”

“Couple of guys? Imagine the headlines,” you teased. “Twice’s Chaeyoung confirms having a roster.”

“Oh stop it,” she hit your shoulder. “None of them are serious - well, except maybe one - we’ve just been messaging casually.”

“Yeah? Anything promising?”

“I think there might be? He’s actually in the industry,” she answered. “He reached out to me, but I’ll tell you more later, I’m still not entirely sure about it.”

“No rush, that’s your business, you already know I’ll be here for you regardless.”

“Thank you,” Chaeyoung smiled warmly. “Do you know where the others are waiting? I know they’ve been losing their minds unnecessarily, I wanna tell them to relax.”

After telling her where they were waiting, you gave her a quick hug goodbye and entered the elevator, continuing your journey to the next room. It wasn’t easy to explain, but you had a feeling this one wouldn’t be as cheery as the previous two, that this might actually be one of the trickier situations where your worry was stemming from. As you approached the door, you gave it a gentle knock just to be given no response.

About a minute passed before you gave another gentle knock. Again, no response, so this time you cautiously opened the door slightly. You peered into the room and saw Jeongyeon having what looked like a passionate argument with a lady who you assumed was her lawyer.

“I thought I made myself clear when I said I’ll come get you when we’re ready to keep discussing terms,” the lawyer hissed once she noticed you.

“It’s fine, he’s my manager,” Jeongyeon explained, making eye contact with you. “I’d actually like to speak to him in private, please.”

“You really shouldn’t be talking to anyone from the company without me being present right now.”

“I’ll be alright, trust me,” Jeongyeon reassured her. “Please.”

The lawyer looked more frustrated than ever, but eventually after seeing Jeongyeon’s persistence, she sighed and stood up. “Five minutes, then I’m coming back and we’re finishing this conversation.”

“Thank you,” Jeongyeon replied as the lawyer left the room, leaving just the two of you alone.

The room felt heavy with unspoken words as you sat down in front of Jeongyeon. She sat on the edge of her chair, her hands nervously folding the corners of the papers in front of her.

“Jeongyeon,” you began softly. “How are you holding up?”

She looked up, her eyes reflecting a mix of uncertainty and frustration with a hint of exhaustion. “I don’t know. I’m just… I’m not sure if renewing is the right choice for me.”

Slowly, you leaned forward in your chair. “Why are you hesitant?” you asked delicately, realizing this would be a very straight-to-the-point type of conversation.

Jeongyeon sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I… sometimes I just feel like there’s this weird weight on my shoulders, you know?” she began. “Like this stupid pressure to just always be perfect, always be happy, I just don’t know if I can keep that up.”

“I get that,” you replied. “As an idol it probably feels like the entire world is expecting you to - like you said - be perfect. But you don’t have to be, you’re allowed to be unsure just like everyone else.”

“But what if I’m holding everyone back?” Jeongyeon’s usual bravado breaking slightly as her voice trembled. “This would be my opportunity to step away, to stop being a burden.”

“You’re not holding anyone back, you’re part of a team. They need you just as much as you need them,” you reassured her. “And that doesn’t mean you have to renew.”

She leaned back in her chair, seemingly frustrated with the universe. “I just wish I could see the future, I’m kinda scared of making a decision that I’ll regret.”

“That’s understandable, but do you find yourself regretting your past choices?”

“Well,” Jeongyeon hesitated. “I mean, sometimes, but usually no.”

“Ah-”

“I just mean that there have been times where I’ve done things to… fit in… things that I probably wouldn’t have otherwise done,” Jeongyeon explained. “I just want to be like the others in that regard.”

“You don’t have to be someone who you don’t want to be, no one will hold it against you.”

“I know you’re right, but I just find myself worrying about it sometimes.”

“All we can do is take one step at a time, no one can know how things will turn out,” you replied, offering her a comforting smile. “Whatever you decide, I promise you they’re going to all support your decision.”

She took some time to think about what you said, seemingly taking it into very serious consideration. Or perhaps she was beginning to doubt herself? It was hard to say what exactly was bothering her the most, but all you could do was be patient - she had to make this decision on her own.

“You’re probably right,” she sighed eventually. “I think I’m going to do it.”

A moment of silence passed.

“Sorry, just to be clear…”

“I’m going to renew,” she answered your unasked question. “But my lawyer is probably going to make sure my new contract doesn’t lock me into anything. We were talking about having the final choice when it comes to schedules.”

“I think the company will be more than happy to comply, that’s not asking for too much.”

“Thank you for this,” Jeongyeon said quietly under her breath. “I feel like sometimes I understand what you’re saying without you even saying it.”

“I’m glad I could help, that’s my job after all,” you smiled, standing up from your chair. “But I’m going to get out of here before that scary lady comes back and yells at me.”

“She’s not that bad,” Jeongyeon chuckled.

—

“Two left,” you whispered under your breath, feeling a bit better about the remaining members

“Come in,” that beautifully delicate voice you knew so well came through the door.

Inside, you found Mina in her lonesome sitting on a couch with her legs crossed, hands in her lap as she stared up at the roof, not even bothered enough to look at you as you entered the room. It wasn’t until you walked over and sat down next to her did she finally lower her gaze and turn to you, a blank expression on her face.

“How’s it going?” you asked once she finally gave you some attention.

“Lonely as fuck,” Mina replied. “Excuse my French.”

“I’m sorry, they-”

“Don’t want us to influence each other, yeah yeah yeah I’ve heard it all already, I don’t need to hear it from you as well.”

“Sorry.”

“Stop…” Mina’s voice trailed off as she let out a frustrated sigh, pausing mid sentence. The silence was palpable, both of you acutely aware of the weight of the moment. Mina took another sigh before finishing her thought. “I’m sorry, it’s just that things are kinda complicated, I shouldn’t be lashing out at you.”

“What exactly do you mean when you say things are complicated right now?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Maybe the fact that I almost quit once already? This is a very real chance for me to leave this life behind.”

“Even if you felt that way before, what matters is how you feel now,” you replied softly. “Do you still feel like you want to step away?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then it sorta sounds like you know what you want to do,” you continued just as softly. “So, what do you think is bothering you? What’s making it difficult still? I can tell there’s obviously something.”

“There isn’t.”

“Yes there is.”

“No there is not!”

“Mina,” you spoke carefully after taking a pause. “You’ve snapped at me twice in the matter of seconds now. We both know this isn’t like you.”

“I know,” she sighed as if disappointed in herself. “Sorry, really, it’s just a lot…”

“We don’t have to talk about it, I was just checking in,” you added earnestly. “If you would rather discuss with someone else, I can leave.”

“Please don’t,” she muttered quietly before you could stand up. “Just stay and… just stay.”

“Okay.”

The room became unusually quiet, air thick with tension as the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning. Each passing second was stretched into an eternity as both of you waited in a feeble attempt to figure out who was supposed to speak first. You honestly were caught off guard with this, you thought Mina would be an easy one.

“So…” you started, but the word hung awkwardly in the air before both of you fell silent again.

Mina shifted her body slightly, a nervous laugh escaping her before she replied. “This is really odd.”

“Yup,” you replied, casually playing with a loose string on the armrest. “But it is kinda your fault.”

“I never said it wasn’t.”

“Good, because it is.”

“You’re not helping.”

“You’re not letting me help.”

The silence returned, heavier this time. You could feel your heart start racing as you desperately wanted to say something meaningful to absolve the situation of tension, but you knew you had to be patient.

Mina finally turned to face you, her eyes tender. “I’ve been thinking about… things,” her voice trailed off again.

“Things?” you echoed, leaning in slightly in an attempt to encourage her to continue.

“Yeah like, you know, things,” she repeated. “I just don’t know how to say it.”

“There really aren’t many things you can’t tell me, if any. You know this,” you replied casually but gently. “What’s making it so difficult this time?”

“Maybe the fact that I fucking love you?”

The room went silent yet again, the world turned still. Your heart stopped beating for a moment before rapidly catching up, making up for the missed beats by working twice as hard.

“Mina…”

“I’m serious,” she leaned in closer, her fingers brushed against your thigh, the tender touch that sent shivers through you. With each slow, deliberate movement, Mina seemed to ease the tension away, calming your heart rate, her presence grounding you in a way you hadn’t anticipated. “I love you,” she whispered as she leaned in even closer, her voice resonating with sincerity.

As she continued to lean in, her breath warm against your skin, she began pressing her lips softly against yours. The kiss was tentative at first, a barely-audible whisper of affection, but it very quickly deepened as you started to feel her pouring her feelings into it. The intensity of her love was more than evident in every brush of her lips, conveying her feelings in a way words could never.

“Mina…” you murmured between kisses, barely taking a breath as your heart threatened to jump out of your chest.

“I love you,” she breathed, her whisper echoing in your ears.

She pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, her own shining as her emotion became too much to handle. With dewy eyes and unspoken words, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to yours again, this time more fervently - Her timidness disappearing with each consecutive kiss.

“You make me feel safe,” she added as her hand inched upwards from your thigh towards your waistband. “Like I can be myself without any fear, without holding back.”

With that, Mina pressed her lips to yours again with a mix of tenderness and urgency that spoke volumes. Meanwhile, her hand delicately slipped into your pants, her fingers gently began caressing your shaft before they slowly pulled it out.

“Maybe now’s not the best time,” you gasped before Mina pressed her mouth against yours again.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” she mumbled into your mouth, holding her forehead against yours as she gently wrapped her fingers around your cock. Her fingers, hesitating for just a moment, began to slowly stroke your shaft, spreading the little bubble of your precum evenly along your length. Her lips brushed against yours one more time, softer than ever. “I’ve been thinking about how I felt when I thought you were leaving, how much it hurt.”

“You mean the world to me,” your words were met with one last kiss before Mina began sliding off the couch, dropping to her knees in front of you. “Are you sure you want…”

She hushed you with her eyes, almost angrily, as she began stroking you faster. As her movements became more confident, the warmth of her touch seemed to melt away any lingering awkwardness in the room. Each stroke was tender, almost reverent, the connection between you two deepened, and every heartbeat echoed in your ears.

As Mina continued stroking your shaft - eliciting a few quiet breaths from your lips - her expression reflected a blend of tenderness and vulnerability. Her eyes shimmered with affection, a hint of shyness in her gaze as if she was both thrilled and a little nervous about the intimacy of the moment. She looked right into your eyes, seeking reassurance, her cheeks flushed with warmth, wanting nothing more than to make sure you can feel her devotion.

Then, suddenly, a sharp gasp escaped your lips as Mina leaned forward and pressed her lips against your balls. As she planted countless tender kisses, her hands continued moving with purpose - each movement deliberate, infused with her passion for you.

“I fucking love you,” you moaned, closing your eyes as Mina wrapped her mouth around your sack, engulfing it fully. “Fuck… Mina… you’re fucking amazing.”

With a soft pop, she released your balls, her eyes widened as she looked up at you with joy flickering across her features. Then, that beautifully radiant smile of hers came out, illuminating her face as she was overwhelmed by joy.

Without even thinking, you leaned forward and cupped her face in your hands before pressing your lips against hers, shoving your tongue into her mouth to be met with hers, playfully intertwining and wrestling.

At the same time, with renewed energy, Mina’s gentle but firm fingers resumed working on your cock. She began rubbing her palm against your tip, clawing your shaft with her fingers, slowly moving up and down as the two of you kissed. With every stroke, you seemed to melt into the moment more and more, indulging yourself in the pleasures of losing your mind with sensation.

Mina leaned back, ending the kiss - truthfully leaving you somewhat disappointed. However, the disappointment didn’t last long at all, as Mina plunged downwards, wrapping her mouth around your cock before swirling her tongue around your shaft. With her brows slightly furrowed, her movements became completely fluid and confident, moving her lips up and down your cock with ease.

“Oh fuck, Mina…” you cried out as her hand began caressing your balls.

Her expertise really began to show as she worked your cock, applying just the right amount of pressure, washing away any remnants of tension, enveloping your cock in a haze of comfort and warmth. Each motion echoed the affection she felt towards you, it was like she knew exactly how to make you feel best - which she probably did at this point.

It was becoming difficult to concentrate on anything but the blissful feeling radiating from Mina’s throat. Your thoughts began blurring as you started slipping into a state of numbness, that rhythm of your connection with Mina taking over your world. It took all of the willpower you could muster to hold yourself back, to stop yourself from coating the inside of Mina’s mouth white.

Despite how fucking divine Mina felt in this moment, it was a blessing in disguise when she lifted her mouth off your cock, shifting her hand from your balls back to your shaft. She stopped mere moments before you were about to hit your point of no return.

“I need you to fuck me,” she moaned, tightening her grip on your cock, giving it a couple of final strokes before getting off her knees and grabbing your hand, forcing you to stand up as she pulled you towards the meeting table. “Right now.”

“Mina, your lawyer could come back at any second, this is already way too-”

“I don’t care,” she begged, letting go of your hand and turning around. She bent over at the hips, reaching up her skirt before tugging her sheer panties down to her ankles and leaning on the table. She looked back at you with eyes filled to the brim with love before letting out a single word in a soft whisper. “Please.”

She had you. It would take an act of God to stop you at this point with how hard your cock was throbbing just at the idea of fucking Mina right now. It no longer mattered that you were at the offices and anyone could walk in at any moment. You didn’t even care enough to waste time walking across the room to lock the door. As soon as you flipped Mina’s skirt up, seeing her perfect ass presenting itself to you, you knew you made the right decision.

Without wasting another moment, you stepped into her body, rubbing your cock between her ass until you found her entrance. You placed a hand on her lower back, holding her down as you slowly inserted your shaft into her pussy. It was impossible to keep count of how many times you’ve been in this position at this point with your cock inside Mina, but one thing was certain - she’s never been this wet before. Mina’s pussy has never felt better, as if it was perfectly made just for your cock.

As you began to slowly move in and out of Mina’s body, her head dropped down to the table, her arms flexed as her elbows dug into the dark mahogany. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she pushed backwards into your body slightly, enhancing the sensation of your thrusts. Her shoulders began to visibly relax, succumbing to pleasure before your eyes.

Every few moments she would moan out, her breath hitching each time you hit a particularly sensitive spot or when the angle was just right. She would look back at you, eyes half-lidded as she bit her lip, silently begging for you to keep going before facing forward and letting her face drop to the table instinctively.

Her breaths were becoming more shallow and quick, almost perfectly reflecting the pressure building up in your cock. You had to slow down your rhythm, focusing on pushing your entire length into her pussy in slow, drawn out movements, all just to hold yourself back selfishly to keep going just a bit longer.

The end was nearing rapidly as a few beads of sweat began falling from your forehead. Your hands, both gripping Mina’s ass, began trembling, pressing deeper into her softness. Her breathing grew deeper and more relaxed, the energy dissipating as she was dealing with her own overwhelming sensation as you found a rhythm that resonated between the two of you.

And then your mind went completely blank. There was nothing in the world other than the sound of your skin slapping against Mina’s perfect ass. It lasted for an eternity - or realistically just a couple of seconds - before a particularly sharp gasp escaped Mina’s lips, bringing you back to reality as you felt a rush of your warm cum leak out of Mina’s pussy right before your cock began exploding, launching white ropes inside her.

Pulling out was completely out of the question as you found yourself lost in the overwhelming bliss of it all. The electric blend of your cock releasing combined with Mina’s moans created this beautiful moment where you felt your body melting away at Mina’s touch. You felt your cock emptying itself completely in Mina’s pussy as the world began to creep back into reality before you slowly removed your cock, leaving you breathless but also acutely aware of the current situation.

“Shit, quickly before someone walks in,” you gasped, just as breathless as Mina, while reaching across the table to grab some tissues.

Mina lifted herself up off the table, turning around to face you before hopping up on the table with her legs spread, smiling brightly at you. Before you could wipe the mess you left on her legs away, she pulled you into a long, drawn-out kiss.

“Thank you,” she muttered as her lips gently parted from yours.

“Never thank me for this,” you smiled at her as you began wiping her legs clean. “I’m glad I… helped?”

“You did,” Mina giggled softly, taking the tissues from your hand and wiping herself. “I feel a lot better about renewing.”

“We probably should talk about-”

“Not now,” Mina interjected. “I just want to enjoy what we just did, that felt better than usual…”

“I’m fine with that,” you agreed, leaning forward and giving her a quick kiss. “Do you want me to wait with you until your lawyer comes back?”

“Wow, really in a hurry to leave after nutting in me?”

“What, no I-” you stammered before Mina burst out laughing.

“I’m kidding, get out of here before I have to lie to my lawyer about what you were doing in here.”

—

With that done, you’ve confirmed eight of the nine Twice members. There was just one girl left for you to meet with, the one you didn’t initially think you’d have to worry about, and you especially didn’t think you had to worry when just a few minutes ago you received an email saying all nine members have agreed to renew - albeit in varying degrees.

Yet she was nowhere to be found. No one seemed to know either. This was odd to say the least, usually you were the first person to know about anything happening with Twice, but right now you were as lost as you could be. Finally, after talking to an executive, you were informed that Tzuyu was in a private meeting with some of the board.

Was she in trouble? You wanted to just assume something positive, like maybe she petitioned to start working on her solo or something, but it didn’t make sense for her to not at least tell you about it. Maybe she was upset with you about the whole breakup thing and then you getting with Sana so soon after? No, that would be absurd, right? That was all in the past, she was probably just busy. All the negative thoughts were exhausting, you needed a temporary distraction until you could talk to Tzuyu. You flipped open your phone, and to no surprise at all, saw a few direct messages from the members.

Chaeyoung straight up messaged you saying she wanted to fuck - really lacking in subtlety at times - to which you teased her by suggesting she could just hit up someone from her roster. She wasn’t too happy about that one, but she’d get over it. If not, you’d just have to make it up to her by doing something you’d be more than happy to do anyway. Confirmation of her annoyance came when she messaged you saying she was taking Dahyun out to a secret club tonight. That piqued your curiosity, but she stopped replying. You’d have to remember to find out more about this club later.

Sana had also messaged you, asking if you wanted to watch a very specific movie tonight. This would seem harmless to most, but you knew Sana’s game all too well; With how the night goes every time you’ve tried watching this movie together, it was essentially code for something else. You replied telling her that you just had to take care of a couple of work-related things first, promising her that you’d watch the movie with her later tonight.

After sending a quick reply to Nayeon who was asking you to come in with her tomorrow for her solo practice by telling her you’d obviously love nothing more than to accompany her - to which she replied essentially saying she wants you to fuck her tomorrow - you scrolled a bit more down your contacts. The Twice girls were all so horny tonight, you had almost every option at your fingertips, maybe because of the whole contract thing and all the stress. Unfortunately you were still dealing with this insufferable nagging in the back of your head, one that you desperately needed a distraction from.

—

“Thanks for coming.”

“Don’t be stupid, you wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t think I’d come,” Momo replied without even looking up from the menu. “It’s just such a rare offer nowadays, ever since you and Sana started this whole boyfriend girlfriend thing.”

“We’re not boyfriend girlfriend,” you protested.

“We’re not boyfriend girlfriend,” Momo mocked you with a teasing voice. “Yeah, and I hate food.”

“Seems like it with how long you’re taking.”

“Well, have you seen how many different options there are?” Momo whined, pouting at the menu. Even though she wore a beanie nearly covering her eyes, you could see her rapidly scanning across the page trying to decide. “Can we just get like four and share?”

“Order the whole menu if you want, I’m charging it to the company anyway.”

And she did just that.

“That poor waitress,” you chuckled, leaning back into the booth. “I forgot how absurd you can be when it comes to food.”

“See, it is a rare occurrence, you’ve even forgotten the basics,” Momo nudged you softly in the ribs before sliding closer, resting her hand on your thigh. “So, any particular reason you called me?”

“You’re going to make fun of me and probably won’t believe it, but I really just felt like spending some time with you. Feels like life has just been so hectic lately.”

“No,” Momo replied with an unexpected softness. “I believe you, I’ve missed this.”

“Me too,” you sighed before wrapping your arm around Momo’s shoulder. “Do you think there’s enough privacy here?”

“Yes,” Momo whispered as she leaned into you and kissed you, reading your mind.

The urgency behind Momo’s lips was intoxicating - like when you’re doing something you shouldn’t do, but you’re doing it anyway. She pressed harder, nearly knocking you out of the booth, forcing you to push back. Then, just as quickly as it started, she pulled back, leaving you desperate for more.

“You know, I enjoy spending time with you outside of work and sex,” Momo noted casually before reaching for her mochaccino and taking a sip. “I feel like you’ve gotten better at that, by the way.”

“I’ve been practicing.”

Momo gave you another nudge in the ribs, this time significantly harder as if there was actually a bit of annoyance behind the jest. “Idiot,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

“I just meant like, practicing so that I can be better for you!”

“Stop talking, my cake is coming,” Momo replied coldly as her eyes fixated on the tray of sweets being walked to your table. “Thank you so much,” she gushed in her most adorably cute voice towards the waitress, eyes scanning each plate as it was placed on the table, looking for her first target.

“You’re welcome,” the waitress replied with a smile before walking away.

“What should I try first?” Momo asked, seemingly no longer upset with you.

“Can’t go wrong with chocolate.”

“Coconut!” she reached forward excitedly.

“Or that,” you chuckled, reaching for a slice of what looked like strawberry for yourself.

To your surprise, Momo held up the first bite for you to try. You accepted the piece from her fork, nodding happily as the combination of coconut and chocolate hit your tongue.

“That’s good,” you mumbled, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Oooooh,” she moaned, widening her eyes in delight as she took a bite herself.

Each consecutive bite had you captivated with how her expression changed - she was completely lost in the moment. It was like watching a kid in a candy store, she couldn’t hide her happiness at all. Her eyes sparkled with each bite she took and with each bite she made you take from her fork.

“I don’t think we’re finishing all of these,” Momo began giggling with her cheeks full after taking what felt like her hundredth unique bite of cake. “Why’d you order so many?”

“What do you-”

“Kidding,” she wiped a bit of frosting on your cheek. “You have something on your face.”

“Oh do I?” you shook your head with an uncontrollable smile on your face.

“I got it,” Momo leaned forward and pressed her mouth against your cheek. “There you go!”

The two of you laughed, relishing in the light atmosphere, enjoying each other’s company. It became pretty clear to you at this moment - filled with cake and silliness - how much you enjoyed being around Momo. You’ve honestly missed this more than you even realized. There was a tinge of sadness in the back of your mind though, knowing you didn’t have the time to do this with her more often, especially knowing soon the group would be touring the world again, and you knew their next tour would last significantly longer than this one.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten that deal we made when I first joined the team,” you stated, playing with the chocolate frosting on your plate.

“Which one? We’ve made a few,” Momo giggled as she took another bite. “You mean the one where you’ll always take me out for food if I ask? Or the one where I get on my kn-”

“Yeah, breakfast, lunch, or dinner, I’ll never say no to a one on one meal with you,” you interjected. “Even with this thing I have with Sana, and she understands that.”

“Just because she understands, doesn’t mean I think it’s right.”

“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t it be?”

Momo put down her fork, smiling tenderly at you before speaking. “You mean a lot to me, obviously, but I can’t do that to Sana.”

“I’m so confused.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Momo scoffed, shaking her head. “Every now and then is fine, like we are now, I know Sana’s fine with that since it is technically part of your job, but there are still boundaries I have to respect.”

“Boundaries? You mean between us?”

“Yes.”

“Momo…” you scrunched your forehead in frustration, trying to understand. “I don’t want you to feel like that, not because of this Sana thing. I’m responsible for all of you.”

“And you’re doing a great job.”

“It doesn’t sound like it,” you disagreed. “You shouldn’t feel like you have to hold anything back around me. That’s kinda the whole point, me being intimate and all with you girls.”

“It’s not holding back,” Momo explained. “It’s just that things are obviously a bit more complicated now, especially since you’ve started doing more than just the physical with the members.”

“That shouldn’t change anything, it’s just some fun on the side.”

“Not everyone sees it that way, not that anyone would admit it,” Momo sighed. “The thing is, it’s totally possible that eventually one of us could… you know.”

“I don’t think I do. Could what?”

“Could maybe end up with you, like properly,” Momo explained. “Let’s just be honest with ourselves, you’ve become such an important part of our lives, some of the members have definitely started thinking about it. You mean a lot more than I think you realize, but we also have to balance the fact that none of the members wants to hurt another one. Everyone is trying to be fair in this weird situation, it’s just kinda hard.”

“And you girls mean the world to me as well, but when you say end up with me, do you mean like, exclusive? Live the rest of our lives together?” you asked, finally starting to understand what Momo was getting at. “I haven’t put too much thought into that, I think because it would make my job a lot harder if I did.”

“Well it’s a good thing we had this conversation then, because maybe you should start thinking about it, before you end up hurting someone,” Momo smiled softly. “Not that I think you’d ever do that on purpose of course.”

“Momo can I ask you something super personal?” you asked cautiously, waiting for her nod of approval before continuing. “Have you thought… could you see us… how do I say this…”

Momo smiled warmly, tilting her head slightly. “You can buy me gifts, you can take me out to dinner, you can…” she paused to look around for anyone listening before continuing, “...you can fuck me silly every day, but I can’t think about being something more with you, not while you’re with Sana. Out of respect for my friend.”

“You’re right, sorry, I shouldn’t be asking that anyway,” you began regretting what you said. “And you’re also right in that I should be more respectful of Sana.”

“I don’t think you’re being disrespectful,” Momo responded after thinking for a second. “I just think you do need to start taking this relationship stuff a bit more seriously. Even if we don’t-” Momo froze mid sentence for a moment before proceeding as if nothing happened. “Regardless of who you end up with, if you even end up with one of us, it’s ultimately a decision you have to make. At that point it has nothing to do with your job.”

Your heart skipped a beat at her words as the possibilities began flooding through your mind. Could you really see yourself spending the rest of your life with one of these girls? There was no doubt that you cared for them, and maybe even loved some of them in that way, but would it even be possible? No, forget possible, would it be morally acceptable for someone with your job to even consider this? It almost felt wrong, but if the feelings were mutual…

“Not right now though,” Momo added. “You’re going to have to take some time by yourself. For now, let’s just enjoy the moment.”

“Alright,” you agreed, emptying your mind for now. “So, how’s the weather?”

“Idiot,” Momo chuckled, pushing her plate forward. “I’m so stuffed, this was way too much cake.”

“I’m going to remind you one last time, it was you who ordered it all.”

“Yeah but you suggested getting the whole menu.”

“Alright fair,” you smiled at her. “I’ll give you that one.”

“That’s right,” Momo laughed, taking the little victory. “Now what?”

“Earlier, you mentioned a couple of things that you’d be fine with,” you began with a slight smirk. “Gifts and dinner are fun and all, but what was that third one again?”

“Yeah?” Momo shifted her demeanor and began putting on her most seductive voice. “Is that what you want?”

“Maybe it is.”

“You want to fuck me silly?”

“I think we… would get caught…” you stuttered, blanking as Momo bent forward to give you a clear view down her shirt, taking your advance far more seriously and quickly than you had expected.

“Then maybe something more subtle?” Momo suggested, sliding her hand against the bulge in your pants. “I could quietly jerk you off, or what if I drop down under this table?”

“Well-”

“Is that what you want? You want me to suck your cock? Right here? Right now?” Momo purred into your ears. “Are you going to fuck my mouth for me? Cum down my throat for me?”

“Momo-”

“Is that why you really called me here?” she continued, not letting you speak, pushing harder on your pants. “I’m getting so fucking wet just thinking about how your cock feels in my mouth. I want that warm cum, I want your warm cum in my mouth.”

Your heart began racing, and all of a sudden the thought of getting caught didn’t matter. Your primal instincts kicked in and you felt ready to knock the spread of cakes in front of you onto the floor to make room for Momo, to bend Momo over the table in front of everyone.

“I can see you thinking about it,” Momo whispered, leaning in closer to your ear and giving your neck a small lick. “You want my wet pussy, I can feel it, you’re so fucking hard right now.”

“I do,” you moaned quietly, reaching your arm around her waist and pressing your hand against the side of her tit. “Tell me what you think we should do. Bathroom? Car? Alley? You decide.”

“I think we should pack the rest of these,” she suggested, completely flipping back to her casual tone, letting go of your cock and looking down at the assortment of cakes. “I don’t think there’s any chance we’re finishing them.”

“What?”

“Yeah, the cakes were amazing, I don’t want to waste them,” Momo said casually. “Did you want to take any of them with you? Maybe take the chocolate one for Sana?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Uh, yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” Momo feigned innocence. “You don’t think Sana would like that?”

“No of course she would,” you stammered, your voice an octave higher than normal. “But what about… what about…”

“It’s getting kinda late, we should really get going,” Momo giggled. “Thanks for this though, I had a great time!”

“I can’t believe you right now.”

“What did I do?”

“I’m going to get you back for this,” you gasped as reality began setting in, your cock still throbbing in your pants. “I swear.”

“We both know you won’t stay mad at me for long,” Momo teased before leaning over and kissing your cheek.

She was right.

—

“Tzu?” you called, opening the door to her room slowly. “Where have you been?”

“Hey,” she replied quietly.

“Is everything-” you stopped speaking and walked into the room up to Tzuyu who was staring out the window while covering herself up in her blankets. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she answered unconvincingly before suddenly turning to face you, her eyes full of vulnerability and fear. “I messed up.”

“What’s wrong? How long have you been here? Have you been alone?” you asked, taking a seat on her bed.

“A few hours, Dahyun and Chaeyoung went to some club or something, I don’t know.”

“How did the contract stuff go? I heard you renewed but I couldn’t find you earlier.”

“It was fine.”

“Tzu,” you spoke gently and cautiously. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

She looked up into your eyes, her pupils filled to the brim with despair. “At first I didn’t. I said no,” she explained.

“Okay,” you replied slowly, thinking about what the next best question would be.

“And then I changed my mind, but it was too late,” she continued, small tears forming in her eyes. “Some of the execs had… other plans for me.”

“Other plans?” your heart began thumping in your chest. “What do you mean by other plans? Did someone… what did they do?”

“There was no other way,” Tzuyu mumbled as a tear spilled down her cheek. “I had to convince the company… I had to do what they wanted.”

“Tzuyu,” you tried your best to remain composed, but inside you were burning up in rage. “Tell me right now, did any of them touch you?”

“No, not exactly…” she answered quietly, wiping her eyes.

“Can you tell me what exactly you did?” you asked, reaching forward and taking her hand in yours. “Take as long as you need, I’m here for you, but I need to know what happened.”

“I took some pictures for them.”

“Pictures?” you could feel your blood boiling, but you had to know exactly what happened. “What kind of pictures?”

“You know what kind,” she began crying. “It was stupid, I wasn’t thinking.”

“Who was there, tell me,” you kept your voice calm. “I’ll go deal with this right now.”

“No don’t, please.”

“What do you mean don’t? I’m not letting this go.”

“It’ll just come back to me,” Tzuyu pleaded, squeezing your hand. “Please, they didn’t force me, I agreed to it.”

“That doesn’t make it okay, they abused the situation and that’s not okay.”

“It’s all done now, they were respectful about it and everything. It’s fine.”

“Tzuyu it’s not fine,” your voice came out louder than intended. “Why would you do this? What the fuck-”

“Because I didn’t think I could keep sharing you like this.”

The room went silent.

“That’s why I said no at first,” she explained. “But then I realized how stupid I was being and changed my mind.”

“But you didn’t have to take those pictures.”

“Well I fucking did,” Tzuyu cried out. “Can you just let it go? I know I fucked up, but it’s done.”

“I…” you stuttered, pain stabbing your chest as you watched Tzuyu cry. “I’m sorry, come here,” you leaned forward and pulled her into your arms, “I’m really sorry, it’s okay,” you rubbed her back softly, holding her as she sobbed softly against your body. “I can still get the pictures deleted though, just give me some time.”

Tzuyu let go of you after a few seconds and looked into your eyes. Hers were bright red, but she wasn’t crying anymore. “And do what? Get yourself fired?” Tzuyu said, her voice soft and quiet. “Just for them to still have the pictures, ready to end my idol career at any point?”

“They’d never release them.”

“I know they wouldn’t,” Tzuyu smiled meekly. “That’s why I’m telling you to just let it go.”

“Even if they released them, we could just ignore them and have a team put out news stating they’re fake,” you suggested. “Not everyone at the company is a sick fuck, you’re not helpless here.”

“Are you really going to make me beg you?”

“Tzu, I can help-”

“How about you help me by getting my mind off it for a bit?” she interjected, tossing her blanket to the side, exposing her bare legs and bright blue panties. “Can you do that for me?”

Conflicted wasn’t even close to explaining how you felt right now. How could she possibly be asking for this right now, and why did you want her more than ever. It was her mascara, messy on her face, that vulnerability that made Tzuyu prettier than she already was, more beautiful than reality. Or maybe it was the thought of those pictures. No, you fucking hated that thought, the feeling that someone-

“How long has it been?” Tzuyu whispered as she spread her legs, derailing your thoughts entirely as she brought her fingers between her legs, toying with herself. “Have you missed this?”

“More than you could ever know,” you moaned, lunging forward and pressing your mouth against hers, succumbing to temptation. Your hands fumbled around her body, pausing at her hips, squeezing her soft skin before your fingers slipped into her panties and began sliding them off, slipping the fabric off her ankle with her help. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Tzuyu breathed into your mouth, her delicate fingers unbuckling your pants. She wasted absolutely no time, and before you knew it she had her slender fingers wrapped around your shaft, pumping you softly to life. Tzuyu kissed you again, her tongue explored your mouth while she grazed her fingertips against your tip. “Slowly, please,” she added with a whisper.

Your fingers replaced hers as you took hold of your cock, feeling around between her legs until your tip was rubbing against her entrance. She was wet, there was no doubt about that, but you could tell as you tried pressing in that she was tight. Too tight. After thoroughly coating your tip with her wetness, you lined yourself up and gave a hard push with your hips when suddenly Tzuyu let out a harsh cry, her eyes filling up again.

“I’m sorry,” you gasped, immediately pulling out.

“No,” Tzuyu protested, digging her nails into your ribs. “Give it to me, please.”

There was no way. You’ve fucked Tzuyu plenty of times, but she had never been this tight before, it was impossible. But you had to do something, you couldn’t stop. Your cock would probably explode if you didn’t fuck her right now - you could partially blame Momo for that.

“I will, but first I want to taste you,” you whispered softly before kissing her again. “Is that fine?”

Tzuyu nodded slowly, and with that you slid down her body until your face tucked between her legs. You pressed forward, getting as close as physically possible, and gave Tzuyu’s pussy a lick from bottom to top before clamping your lips against her clit. She exhaled sharply and her fingers latched onto your hair as you sucked on her folds, immersing yourself in the salty tang of her pussy.

Her pussy began leaking onto your chin as you opened your mouth wider, pressing your tongue flat against her entrance, applying pressure in various spots, testing her body, using Tzuyu’s grip on your hair for feedback alongside her soft moans. With your tongue pressing against her pussy, entering her body just slightly, you could feel her body relaxing in your mouth - it was working.

Even though Tzuyu’s pussy tasted amazing to you, intoxicating even, it was clear that your soft strokes were not enough to keep your cock controlled. You needed her body, the pressure was becoming too much for you to handle. You gave her pussy one last kiss before leaning back, a trail of saliva and Tzuyu’s wetness connecting your bodies until you severed the strand.

With both hands at the same time, you spread her legs wide, as wide as they could go. Before your throbbing cock, Tzuyu’s pussy was absolutely glistening, calling out to you as you gripped yourself once more and lined up with her body. In your periphery you could see her beautiful face, biting her lower lip, staring at you, but your eyes were fixated on the sparkle of her folds.

Slowly, with tremendous care, you inched your cock into Tzuyu’s tight little pussy. Your eyes were completely fixated on watching yourself disappear within her body, pushing forward, deeper as her pussy spread itself for your length, Tzuyu’s warmth engulfing your shaft, opening up nicely. She was still tight, but it was more like a snug blanket now, pressing down on your cock beautifully.

“Oh fuck,” Tzuyu moaned, shutting her eyes tight. “Fuck, yes, fuck me.”

Her pussy was overwhelming - so beautiful and pristine. With your cock buried inside her, you fell forward, lunging into Tzuyu’s neck and sucking on her soft skin as you began moving your hips back and forth slowly. It felt so good, it felt fucking amazing, but it wasn’t going to last. Embarrassment, masked only briefly by intense pleasure shooting through your body, began flowing as you couldn’t even last a minute inside Tzuyu’s pussy.

“Fuck!” you cried out as your cock began convulsing inside her body. “Shit!”

It was overwhelming as you clenched your jaw, trying to compose yourself as you emptied your cum into her, waiting for your cock to stop throbbing. Once you finally stopped pulsing, you pressed your lips against Tzuyu’s neck again, desperately kissing every part of her as your half-stiffened cock immediately came back to life as blood rushed back into it. You fumbled around the bed with your hands until you found Tzuyu’s fingers and interlocked yours with hers.

With a quick squeeze of her fingers, you began aggressively thrusting your cock as deep as you could into her cum-filled pussy. She was warm, loosening up nicely for your thickness now, but she still felt as amazing as ever. Your mouth remained glued to her neck as your hips relentlessly fucked her pussy.

Tzuyu’s moans were barely audible over the sharp ringing in your ears as your body began struggling to deal with all the sensation. Your cock was getting completely overwhelmed, but you couldn’t stop. There was no way you could stop, Tzuyu’s pussy was too perfect and you were too insatiable. Her moans, warped into screams, mixed with the sound of her skin slapping against yours.

She began squeezing your fingers hard, painfully hard, but you kept going. You fucked Tzuyu as if your life depended on it as you felt her body pressing up against yours. Her chest shot up, those soft tits pressing against your body through the thin fabric of her shirt, her pussy squeezing harder than ever now against your cock.

Her climax didn’t slow you down at all, even as her pussy clamped down on your cock, you fought through it, making sure to keep up the same pace as your body pushed past physical limits. Your cock almost felt numb, a high that in this moment you believed only Tzuyu’s pussy could give you. Tzuyu kept on cumming - you could feel it. Her body squeezed tightly against your cock as you felt your second orgasm nearing. It really didn’t last much longer the second time, mostly thanks to Tzuyu’s pussy’s rhythmic squeezing, before you felt yourself ready to explode again.

This time, you let go of her fingers and pulled back, pulling your cock out of her. Immediately, a huge rush of your cum spilled out of her pussy as you reached for your shaft with one hand, slipping against the wetness, struggling to get a grip as you stroked yourself, aiming at Tzuyu’s perfect body.

But this time, you were able to look deep into Tzuyu’s eyes. The two of you locked gazes as you gave your cock a final couple of strokes. Tzuyu, without hesitation, reached up with one hand and began fondling your cock right before the first spurt of cum shot out, landing directly on her pussy. Without breaking eye contact, Tzuyu brought her other hand to her pussy and began rubbing circles against herself, spreading your cum across her body as your next few shots landed on the back of her hand.

With one final grunt, you fell forward onto her body, snuggling into her tightly as you gasped desperately for air. Tzuyu began moving her hips slowly, rubbing her pussy against your overly-sensitive cock, massaging it gently with the absurd amount of cum on her. It felt nice and soothing to say the least.

“Thank you,” she moaned softly as her other hand wrapped around your body, rubbing your back.

“Don’t… thank… me…” you gasped, turning your head slightly and kissing Tzuyu’s cheek. “Thank you.”

After a few minutes of silence and warmth as your bodies recovered together, Tzuyu spoke first.

“Sometimes I wish we kept going.”

Before answering, you rolled over off her body so that you were laying on your side next to her. “It was amazing being with you, even if just for such a short time,” you replied softly.

“But we both knew it couldn’t last,” Tzuyu whispered, turning over to her side and facing you, resting the side of her face on her arm. “And that’s okay.”

“Why do you say that?” you asked while reaching forward to push her hair out of her face and behind her ear.

“Because we both know I’m not the one you’re supposed to end up with,” she answered, a tear spilling down the side of her face.

“Tzu,” you paused to wipe her cheek. “You are one of the most amazing and beautiful girls in the entire world, you’re going to find someone who is perfect for you one day.”

“I really hope so.”

“It’s not a matter of hope, just time,” you continued. “You’re young and successful with your whole life ahead of you still, there’s absolutely no rush to jump into something.”

“I know,” she mumbled quietly. “It just felt really nice being with you, even if we were just pretending.”

“And you deserve to be with someone properly, not pretending.”

“But that someone won’t be you.”

Her words lingered in the air between you. It felt like for the second time now Tzuyu was breaking up with you, but in a weird way it didn’t hurt this time - not as much at least. It didn’t feel like either of you was making a mistake, you weren’t leaving something behind; Instead, it felt optimistic, like you were moving forward, separately but still together in a sense.

“I’ll still always love you, even if not in that way,” you said softly, wiping another tear from her face. “I still think the world of you.”

“Thank you,” Tzuyu whispered with a smile. “Spend the night?”

“Absolutely.”

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A/N:

Really feels like a lifetime ago since my last update to this series. Part one of the final nine chapters before I end it and never write the manager trope again! It has been a lot of fun, I really really really hope that the ending is satisfying, especially for any of my readers who are still around from the beginning when I just started. This fic was my first one, my baby, and here we are years later with the end in view!

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Anything for your mommy.

The room is filled with the scent of sweat and fading air purifier. The evening sunlight drapes over, casting orange hues on the wall. Silence takes over. 

It’s serene. 

It’s calming.

But this is not the end of the road.

Your body twitches against Mina’s, face lying next to the spit-soaked cock you just sucked mere minutes ago. The saliva drips down to the floor, adding more to the filth puddle. You’re voiceless, throat ravaged by her thrusts. Mina’s hand rests on your face, thumb swiping at your temple fondly. Warmth ripples through your body with each touch. The entire world disappears. It’s just you and her. You feel so secure.

“You’ve been such a good boy for mommy, you know that?” Mina coos, kneeling down to face you. She’s just so immaculate—sharp eyeliner, soft cheeks, red lips. She’s the opposite of what you are—tired eyes, drool-slicked mouth, debauched face. Her thumb rubs on your cheek lovingly, so gentle. “One more hole for mommy, can you do that?”

Your expression melts, nuzzling against her palm, whimpering. 

You’re just beyond saving.

“Yes, mommy.”

Mina smiles, planting a tender kiss on your forehead. It’s gentle. It’s compassionate. You just close your eyes, letting her love flood your heart. The same love that wrecked your mouth, broke you into pieces.

She stands up, giving you her hand. Her poise is still as confident as ever. You’re lost in every movement of hers.

“Come on, I wanna show you something,” she says, smiling.

You reach for her hand, slowly getting up from your knees. Not a single idea where she’ll take you. 

But you trust her. 

Your legs are sore as you try to stand up. It hurts, but you’re on your feet, upright, eventually. You gain back the only thing you have against her, your height. She gives you an approving look, and you just smile weakly as a reply. 

Mina takes a step, leading you away from the desk. Her hand pulls you towards her. You follow her trail, making sure not to place your feet in the pool of your saliva. Each step feels heavy, ache and all. 

She guides you to the window, letting you take in everything outside. You stand by her side, watching the sunset cast an orange hue all over the sky. The skyline is gorgeous—skyscrapers intercut with the mountain far away. People are going back to their homes—so chaotic, so bustling. Cars are stuck in traffic; red lights are everywhere. Birds are flying back to their nests. You take in the view.

And it’s just a sight for sore eyes.

Suddenly, you feel hands at your belt—Mina’s. It comes off so easily. Her face is focused—eyes trained on your crotch, lips pressed together. She’s cold. She’s competent. She’s a professional. In a second, the zipper is pulled down, and your pants pool on the floor. 

Your erection pokes the fabric of your boxers—a tent, to describe. It twitches. A dark spot has already formed at the peak. The waistline strains, creating that small window for somebody to peer inside.

“Looks big,” Mina scoffs. “Shame that it won’t be inside me soon.” 

Oh, it’s happening again. The humiliation. The roughness. The punishment.

You say nothing. Your voice isn't a parameter here, anyway. Mina grabs the edge of your boxers, pulling it down with ease. Your cock springs free from its fabric cage, leaving you exposed—to her, to the city. A free demo from Mina’s window, maybe some in-app purchases for the full experience.

“Hands on the window,” she orders—sleek, direct. Mina circles around, positioning herself behind you. Once again, dread blights your blood. Your body quivers uncontrollably. Still, you press your hands against the window, eyes taking in the view down below. Everybody has their duties—work, chores, family. They’re anchored to something. They’re worthy of something.

And for you?

It’s being your boss’ slut.

“Ooh, nice view,” Mina sings, before stepping away. You remain still, though, waiting for that punishment to crash on you. You hear a rustling sound of fabric behind you, and in confusion, you look back. 

Mina is holding her phone. 

She can do so many things with it, but oh, you’re so sure what she’s going to do.

“I love sunsets,” Mina hums, stepping towards you again. You watch as she holds the bottom corner of her screen for a second, before lifting the phone towards you.

Off-PDF documentation, JPEG format.

Or worse, MOV.

You feel her free hand grab your waist. You flinch; that warmth is not comforting anymore. “Look outside,” she says, and you just comply. Once again, you’re met with the peaceful chaos of the city—people walking, stuck cars, tree branches swaying with the wind. The tip of her wet cock ghosts near your cheeks. You can see her reflection in the window, aiming her weapons at you.

“Oh” — she moves her camera down slightly — “did I mention that I also love backshots?”

No response returned, just a whimper against the window.

“Wait a second, gotta compose this a bit,” Mina muses, and you watch her angling the camera—from the top, face-level, from below. She ponders, dragging that dread storming inside you. It’s probably the mood she’s going for, though. Looks good in black and white.

“There we go.”

Her phone hovers near your head-level, a few steps back. You’re probably slightly off-center—artistic choice. She’s in the frame too. Director-actor vibes. The shiver won’t make it blurry; the shutter speed will be high enough with the sun still up. Portrait, not landscape, makes the edge line up with the window.

“One. Two. Three!”

Click.

That’s it.

That’s your legacy—an overtime whore.

She hums, “Pretty good, love the light. I’ll send it to you after you finish cumming.”

Now, that’s some levity. You get to cum.

“Oh, I need another photo before I put it in. Do you mind?” Mina asks—so casually, like borrowing a pen. 

The possibilities reel through your mind. A selfie? A couple photo? Another backshot? It’s not your business. You’re just an actor here—just follow the script. 

“No, mommy.”

Mina giggles softly. “Good boy. Now, spread your legs just a little for me, please. Need some negative space here.”

Shaken, you take a deep breath and part your legs slightly. Your sneakers rustle. The clothes between your ankles stretch. Cold air teases the gap. You shiver.

“A triangle, gorgeous.”

In the reflection, you watch her kneel, pointing her camera at your exposed ass. Her breath brushes against your cheeks—warm, terrifying. Your legs quiver. Again, it probably won’t mess with the photo. The sun’s still up. The shutter speed’s high.

“One. Two. Three.”

Click.

Second picture of the album—should look good when her iPhone decides to create a memory for today.

“Those little stretch marks really add to the texture. You look more human with it,” Mina coos, standing back up behind you, looking as immaculate as ever. It’s an honor that she chose you as a subject for this disciplinary procedure. Hell, you get money for this.

She finds grips on your back, her phone still in hand. The warmth of her skin emanates against your body. She begins to close in. Her cock presses between your cheeks—still soaked with your filth. Her thighs blend into yours. Her sneakers nudge your legs wider. Oh, it’s happening.

Heterosexual masculinity has taught you to avoid putting phallic objects into your anus—dismissing the idea as an Achillean activity. Growing up, you and your friends have threaded on this topic not as anything more than a punchline—reinforcing harmful stereotypes, alienating queer people, and further pushing society backwards in time. Sure, you’ve become one of the kinder—accepting, loving. Still, the disease lingers.

And today, you’ll be cured.

At the instant her slick tip touches the rim of your snug hole, you squirm, shriek, contort in a way you’ve never done. Your nails are pushed against the glass. Your eyes flutter uncontrollably. Your mouth opens wide, freeing that deep, animalistic groan from your lungs. Drool leaks. Your entire body spasms.

Then she pushes.

Her head breaks through the opening, stretching you wide for the first time in your life. It’s unravelling, an identity rebuild, a dictum you’ve always rejected. A whorish, grotesque moan leaves your lips, lighting the room up brighter than the setting sun. Your body crumbles in her grips. Deeper. Another whimper slips out. Tears fall. Deeper. Your legs almost give in, thighs pressing together, hoping to relieve some of this sensation. It doesn’t subside. Deeper. It hits the spot you’ve never known existed, sending that lightning through your nerves, and a whine slips. Her thighs press into yours. She’s at the hilt.

Another of your virginity taken—stolen not by a goddess, just a thief.

A woman with a cock.

Never have you challenged traditional, and somehow still contemporary, masculinity like this. It feels full. Her cock feels full. She’s spreading you open with ease, with your own spit. Natural-based lube. Her phone lies on your back idly, held by her hands gripping your back. Her breathing is calm, so unfazed by the fact that she’s taking the virginity of someone who’s on overtime pay. Not even a moan. Her thighs blend into yours, fused into one—a corporate recondition. She stays just there—letting you feel how her cock finds its home, letting you feel how small you are, letting you feel that high-end harlot experience. 

“Do you think they’ll see me through the window?” 

That’s all Mina asks, after putting an entire cock inside you. She dismantled you. She manipulated you. She rebooted you, and that’s all she just asked.

“I have an image to keep, just gotta make sure that I look good if the photos are leaked,” she continues, sweeping her hair up as she looks at the window. Her forehead would look better covered in bangs, you think, but it’s like an A and A+ situation, The-Road-to-El-Dorado-both-are-good styling. You say nothing, just let your ass warm her fake cock helplessly. That shock from the first nudge of your prostate fades, replaced by the small spasms in your body—lips, arms, legs. Aftershocks from the epicenter, in other words.

“Oh, yeah, I totally forgot about this,” Mina muses, picking up her phone from your back. She points the camera at the window, with you, with her reflection.

Click.

No countdown this time. You don’t smile, still twitching with her cock mashing your core—eyelids, toes, cock (and its dripping precum). Your ass warms her cock nicely, being molded in real time, after all. Breathless huffs leak out of your lips onto the window—foggy. She holds her finger on the screen, and you hear a moan from the back. 

It’s yours, captured in JPEG plus MOV—a live photo.

“I’ll favorite it.” Friends, family, maybe her pet. Then there’s you getting bottomed out in the folder. Oh, to belong among those she cherishes. It’s difficult to find something this authentic in adulthood. So, be grateful for it.

“Can I pull out now?”

You gulp, tears falling down your cheeks. It’s stretching you out so badly, and you don’t think you can take it for a second longer before you collapse. “Yes, mommy. Please.”

Mina chortles, reaching forward for another hair ruffle. “Since you asked so nicely.”

The pressure fades. You let out a breath you didn’t realize that you’ve been holding. Another whine escapes your lips. Her cock rubs against your walls. You tremble—legs sore, toes curl—and she drags it out until only the tip remains. It feels hollow inside you, as if her cock was sculpted to fulfill the space. It’s not freedom. It’s not a relief. It’s emptiness.

She lets it rest, holding you in place against the window, against the evening sun. Orange light drapes over you, being a spotlight for the still-ignorant public eyes. Silence makes room for your gasps for air. The scent of your bodies lingers, blending with the decaying air purifier. Your frame strains—not violent, but the tension in your muscles persists. You don’t dare look back. Your cock gushes precum out of the slit. Your heart races, and your mind collapses.

“You waited for me, didn’t you? Saving yourself for my cock,” Mina coos, tracing circles lazily on your back.

Weakly, breathless, “Yes, mommy.”

Mina smiles in the reflection, clearly satisfied with your answer. “Aw, I’m very proud of you! I just know that you’ll wait for my cock,” she praises, and your heart floats once more. It’s a façade, you are aware, but with how vulnerable you are, every word is sweet.

“Thanks, mommy,” you murmur, fogging the window.

“Mommy’s gonna fuck you properly now, alright? I’m gonna make you gape by the time we’re done. How does that sound?” Mina asks, gripping your waist harsher. Her phone gets buried in your skin.

You stammer, “Okay, mommy.”

She chuckles. It looks sincere enough. “Alright, mommy will push it in again.” Not a request, rather a declaration, and you can only nod.

It’s not as mind-breaking as the first time—virginity already gone, hole already loose. Her cock violates you with a little more ease. Not that your responses are anything less, though. Another set of your stuttered moans fill the room. Your back arches. Breathing becomes harder. Your nails are pressed against the window. Standing upright is a privilege. Your face contorts. 

She pushes in deeper. It begins to crush your prostate again. Your moans become a loud gasp—eyes flutter, mouth hanging open. Your legs can’t bear your weight anymore. Air is knocked out of your lungs—empty. Your feet twist at the sensation. Another lightning strikes through your body, and you’re sure that you’ll become ashes by the time this ends.

Your body is collapsing—a befitting end along with your dignity.

She pulls back. Your prostate relaxes. Her cock grazes your walls, ruining your nerves with ease, with your own spit. You get to breathe once more. Your vision becomes clearer.

But that’s just the beginning of the loop.

She thrusts back into you—harsh, unyielding. She moans as the other end starts to hit her G-spot. You moan under the concoction of pain and pleasure. Her grips tremble softly as a flash of ecstasy shines in front of her. Your body spasms as her cock sends another ripple to yours—a request for orgasm. She drags back—slow, deliberate. You relax.

And another thrust. You whimper. A pull. You sigh. And another thrust. Your body melts.

Mina starts to find her tempo on you—a vicious cycle of pulling and pushing. Your responses become periodic—a moan, an eye flutter, a squirm. The sound of your thighs clapping together reverberates through the room—ugly, debased, corrupt. Her phone claps against your waist. Your cock swings helplessly, spreading precum everywhere. Your prostate gets attacked in a rhythm; the need for orgasm ascends. She lets out a soft moan every time she bottoms out your ass. She’s enjoying this as much as you do. She can collapse just like you do. But a complete rewrite? Of course not. She’s the one who writes you—fixing that buggy source code.

Suddenly, Mina picks up her phone. Another hold at the bottom corner—not a flashlight. One more JPEG. The thrusts remain precise, consistent, barraging on your prostate with no relent. She tilts her head away slightly before setting the front camera in front of her. Her obsession with digital permanence is a wonder, and you don’t have a say in it. You’re just her object—to be archived, to be favorited, to be fucked.

“And we’re going live in three, two, one.”

Oh, wait.

Oh.

It’s a motion picture, a documentary of your identity loss. She presses record. The tape rolls. 

“Hi, this is Myoi Mina from BBC, live from inside my office,” she says, moans leaking out, greeting her zero audiences at home (number may fluctuate later, directly varying with the number of shares), smiling oh-so-casually to her camera.

“Oh,” and she laughs, so full of charisma. It’d look much better if her cock isn’t rearranging your guts like this, “not that BBC, that one’s inside him right now.”

Yes and no. Ones and zeroes. Compressed into pixels. Labeled with a file name. That’s you.

“Today, we’re going to do an interview with a UX plus UI designer with multiple projects under his wings,” Mina narrates, showing no signs of slowing down her thrusts, “plus an overtime asset for his boss. You need more than one job in this economy.”

Her phone flips, camera back at you. Streams of bits enter her phone, all organized into visuals of your ass being pounded into oblivion, and the audio of your whorish moans.

“Good evening!” Mina greets you with a lilt that belonged to the graduation party. Good times. Still in contention for the third place alongside this boycunt-reshaping session.

Feebly, airy, not at all broadcast-ready, “Good evening, Miss Myoi.” 

Mina chuckles, before landing a slap on your ass. Pain, you yelp—a spike on the decibel graph. “What a forward young man you are! Calling me by my name like this.”

A lesson on air, available for studying later in case you didn’t catch it in class. Her thrusts become harsher, making your stomach churn from the intensity. Your moans grow louder, so are hers. There’s a difference to them, though—a squeak and a roar. Your breath quickens. Your legs are giving in. Your cock twitches with every punch, squirting precum onto the floor. You’re losing without putting up any fight.

“You can’t just go around and call women like that! And to my audiences at home, I’m deeply sorry for his behavior. I’ll discipline him,” Mina says, putting up an apologetic face to the camera. “Now, I’ll give you another chance. Please refer to me with respect, or I would have to halt this backend rewrite.”

The camera is still rolling, capturing your impertinence. It’s a part of a hero’s journey, really—challenges and temptations to transform you into something else. A patriarchy’s practitioner to a cockslut. Great arc. A story worth telling through generations.

“The audiences are waiting,” Mina hurries you, the hand on your waist squeezing it. The ethics professors are going to eat it up, using it as a case study: The Usage of Trauma for Engagements. 

The media has desensitized people to these images—grief, wrath, mania—and you’ve befallen to become another subject of it. A spectacle, the kind that doesn’t dare to retaliate.

(See: Jordan Peele’s Nope, for the punishment of the obsessed, those who let spectacle consume them—mostly literally.)

“Good evening, mommy.”

Her smile brightens, patting your waist softly. “Good boy. Now, let’s ask you a few questions.”

The first interview of your life and you’re getting your ass railed against the window. A great core memory.

“First question, let’s start … mmm … simple. How do you handle multiple jobs? UX designer, UI designer, and the head of the stress relief department! It’s just really fascinating to me,” Mina asks.

You grit your teeth, trying to stabilize your thoughts under the tremors. Managing the first two isn’t difficult, lots of overlaps: Figma, prototyping, system software design. The third one, now that’s new: no computer, just having a cock inside you for an hour, fifty percent increase in hourly rate. University didn’t teach you how to handle this edge case.

“It’s–It’s a little difficult sometimes, Miss … mommy,” you answer, trying to stay true to yourself. “But I–I believe in lifelong learning, and–and I always try to improve.”

“Ooh, that’s a really good answer. Lifelong learning is important these days,” Mina adds with an approving smile, her rhythm not wavering. “Now, for the second question, how does it feel like to get an overhaul, both frontend and backend?”

“I feel,” and you pause, searching for the definition in your blown-out mind right now. It’s helpless how she penetrates your ass without any relent. It’s embarrassing how you’ve become a sequence of zeros and ones inside her internal storage. It’s terrifying, how she talks, questions, and comforts you. But the most important of all? It’s ecstatic how your prostate is getting ravaged against the mirror, each jab sending synapses-shattering sensation through you, and to resist it is just an outdated protocol.

“Good. I feel good, mommy.”

She squints, as if to press more from you. “Would you kindly elaborate more on ‘good’? Let’s say how does it feel having your mouth busy? Or how does it feel when your organs are being rearranged?”

Faint, “I–I love it, mommy. I love your cock in my mouth. I love having your cock fucking my boypussy.”

Mina chuckles, clearly satisfied with your collapse. “Wow, he has come so far in thirty minutes! From a macho, foul-mouthed man to an overtime asset.”

The Oscars judges are going to eat this arc up. Definitely going to be nominated for Best Hole. A pioneer for the new award category. The stunts category truthers are going to weep when you’re on the stage before them.

“Alright, next question. Would you say that having your mouth shut … wow, this question is long … can be a substitute for the lack of humanity-related subjects within your engineering faculty?”

Well, that’s harsh, but true. The closest thing you’ve had to a proper study on the human condition was your law class. You got a B-plus. What the hell. Sure. Great. Congratulations, but you’re no match for the complex, ever-evolving human behavior. Too busy buried in Figma and sexually harassing your boss.

“I–I agree with that, Miss … mommy,” you mutter.

Mina nods, still undoing your insides so methodically. “Mmm, this elective course must’ve been worth a lot of credits!” she muses. Her rhythm quickens, escalating the prostate onslaught, chasing her precipice. Your tongue hangs out of your mouth lifelessly, shaking along with the motion of your body. Your eyes blur; colors blend into hazy hues under the evening sun. Your nerves heat up, vibrating with each of her strikes, so goddamn close to overdrive.

“Fourth question,” Mina says, spreading your ass wide with her free hand before letting them go. It jiggles slightly against her cock. Your body bends to the side. “Would you be open to a corporate-wide testing session on you? You’ll get paid for this, don’t worry.”

Another company benefit for women—menstruation rest, maternity leave, and a high-end sex worker who happens to know JS. Everything’s covered by the company. They deserve it, really.

And it’s like you can say no to spending your hole’s tightness away for this salary, plus overtime. “I’d–I’d be open to that, mommy.”

“Well, I don’t think he’ll be needed in front of his computer anymore, to care is to share,” and she laughs—a boomer-seeing-a-Facebook-post laugh, so content with herself. Your orgasm almost catches up to you. Her cock keeps pounding you recklessly. The tension in your stomach coils up, ready to spring free. It’s heavy, and you’re not so certain if you can hold it for any longer.

“And … last question!” Mina utters, her moans growing louder as her movement reaches its precipice. Her hand grips on your ass tighter. The softness in her thrusts is long gone, making your prostate cry out, begging for release. It’s fascinating how she can keep her composure at this point.

“With everything I’ve done to you—your mouth, your ass, and your male brain—would you still consider yourself a man?”

Your breath hitches. And the day reels—from the flirty words, to your eyes locking on her strap, black, to you gagging on it, to her cumming on your mouth, to the photos, to her first thrust, virginity gone. It’s an undoing. It’s a cleansing of your masculinity. It’s a rewriting from the source code. And you’re only a spectator of it.

“I’m–I’m—”

Your cable is yanked off the back of your head. A kidnapping from artificial paradise. Or freedom. Your choice.

You gasp, and you’re awake for the first time. 

The first white of your cum paints the window—a streak, a taint, a stroke of brush. A single color, countless meanings. You are overloaded with this unfamiliar sensation under your old shell, and utterly dumbfounded still isn’t enough to describe this explosion. Your tongue hangs off your mouth mindlessly. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. A corporate-aided ahegao. You used to shame women for doing that. Then another spurt off your cock, hitting just below the first, another master stroke from Mina’s length. She continues to spread you open, squeezing ivory out of your slit. The window is being painted with your filth. Third, softer, still beautiful. Then fourth. Then fifth. Then you lost count. Not so used to this new brain yet. 

Oh, Deakins is going to love this—your shaking legs, the glass, your cum, under the sunset.

You slow down. It drips off your cock down to the floor. Your forehead presses against the glass, stamping it with a layer of sweat. Your fingers spread out. The window fogs up with your breath. Your chest heaves. Your legs wobble.

But Mina’s not done.

One hand is on her phone, capturing your rebirth; another is on your ass, gripping it so tightly. Oversensitivity begins to crash over you. Pain blights your nerves. You groan. Mina is chasing her orgasm, and she’s not going to leave your ass right now.

And she yelps, and you can feel her hand tremble on your cheek. She’s cumming, not as violent as the first, but it’s there. You hear her voice crack. You can see her head falling back slightly—a fracture, one that isn’t meant to be exploited. It’s reminding you of how you’re dominated by a mortal—neither a deity nor a machine—and it’s much, much more terrifying this way.

“And–And this is Myoi Mina from BBC reporting. Thanks for watching,” Mina rasps, head still hanging off her neck behind you.

Cut.

She straightens her head back, eyes all coated with desire. Her cock rests inside you. She’s smiling, satisfied with her product—an obliterated soul in the shell of a fucked-out man. You’re just not sure who you are anymore.

Weakly, “Mommy.”

Mina chuckles, slowly dragging her shaft out of your needy hole. Wet sounds can be heard from the back, and finally, the tip leaves you with a quiet pop. You can feel your tightness heaving, missing its filling. 

Her cock is made for your ass

To penetrate. To mold. To destroy.

She kneels down, aiming her phone through your legs. They wobble under your crushing weight, but the sun hasn’t gone. The shutter speed will be sufficient for a nice photo.

“One. Two. Three.”

Click.

You watch Mina smiling on the reflection as she looks at her screen. Whatever it is, she’s satisfied.

“You can sit now,” Mina orders, eyes still on her phone.

You collapse, sitting on the floor, face barely touching the cum dripping down the glass. Your back hunches; that's bad posture. You breathe feebly, fogging the painted window—an unorthodox masterpiece. The smell of sex and sweat fills your nostrils. Mina kneels beside you, examining your face, and she just smiles. You’re a soul reconstructed by another soul into something else, and you’re horrified by the fact that you can’t just make sense of what you’ve become.

“Wanna see the before-after photos?” Mina asks, voice shaken slightly, just enough to remind you of her humanity, not enough to show any weakness. You don’t answer, and she knows you won’t. Mina shoves her phone in front of your face. “This is before.”

You, your legs, to be exact, are spreading slightly for the sun to set between them, joined by the city’s skyline. Orange is all over the frame—so serene, so gorgeous. Favorited.

“And this is after.”

Your legs’ positions are a little different, but still spreading slightly for the sun to set between them. It’s a little lower than before. Orange is all over the frame, but with the white of your cum painted on the window. Orange and white—so serene, so gorgeous, so harmonious. Favorited.

Mom, dad, friends, then your legs in front of the sunset, then another one, tinted with cum. Glorious.

“Let’s see if Pam will still say that they’re the same picture.”

Mina then swipes down, revealing the screen full of your debauched face—eyes barely opening, drool dripping down to the floor. You just stare at it, letting the image of your skin linger in your barely functional brain.

Is this really who you are?

“Alright, smile!” Mina sings, her free hand pushing the edge of your lips up on one side. You’re too fucked-out to work on the other side, though.

“That’ll work,” she says with a shrug. “One. Two. Three.”

Click.

That’s you—ruined, astounded, conflicted, permanent.

Mina pulls her phone back, navigating through it with her fingers. “Overtime … whore,” she mumbles, before tapping her screen a few more times. Suddenly, you feel a buzz in your pocket, your phone.

Again, she shoves her phone in front of you, showing what seems to be your general Slack channel. Everybody in your department is there, and they can see—

Oh.

Oh.

You’re the most recent message. Or, to be exact, your ruined, slick face is the most recent message.

As a fucking custom emoji.

Mina taps on it. The information pops up.

:overtimeWhore:

Fuck, it’s even in camel case.

:overtimeWhore:

Another one from someone else, shit.

:overtimeWhore:

Fuck.

Mina just chuckles as your co-workers begin to type.

“Now, everyone can use you, even if it’s just on Slack,” Mina says, before pulling her phone back and working on it a little more. You’re permanent, at least until Mina decides to delete it (which is definitely going to be never). 

And again, you feel buzzes in your pocket, your phone. Your body twitches, as if being shocked.

“I sent the photos in case you wanna keep it. I don’t mind, either way,” Mina muses.

Here you are, an artifact to be preserved—your shell, at least. Your mind is shattered into pieces by a single piece of plastic, and your body seems to respond well, as seen on the window, so Pollock-esque. Blacking out is a better fate than this, better than a loss of identity, better than having your manliness dissolved, better than being hung between other tailored Slack emojis. You’re being reduced to an object, being archived, being used, being transformed. Your body has never been yours since the start. It’s hers. It’s all hers.

With your collected breath, “Mommy.”

“Don’t–Don’t fucking ‘mommy’ me. Just because you’re favorited doesn’t–doesn’t mean I accept you,” Mina scoffs with a slight tremble. “All of this is just a disciplinary measure.”

Oh.

It has always been a lie, hasn’t it?

Oh my god.

And the most outrageous part of all this?

You just can’t call yourself a man anymore. 

“Looking spicy today, baby. I’m burning because of ya.”

—

The work day plays out as usual—emails, messing around with Figma, interviewing users. You put in your best like you’ve always been doing. It’s exhausting, surely, but you take some pride in giving your all like this. You’re proud of yourself.

In a heartbeat, the short clock hand teases the number five. The sun casts orange hue all over the office, gleaming it with the tranquil of the evening, ready to collapse under the weight of workers heading home. You sit in your seat, analyzing your customer’s answers from the morning. Your questions are clever, you’ve been told. Extracting users’ needs is your expertise, and you couldn’t be more–

A Slack notification appears.

Myoi Mina

Meet me in my office before you go home. I’ll clock you in for overtime.

Damn, another late evening. 

You let out a sigh, leaning back against the chair. Your eyes glance towards her office. She remains fixated on her computer, typing out something. Her posture remains as confident as ever, even in her chair—straightened back, determined eyes. She’s just untouchable.

Oh, to make her crumble under your body.

—

“So, you do know the reason you’re in here, right?” Mina asks, tapping her Caran d’Ache on the table—steady, expressionless. You sit in your seat, raising your eyebrows. It’s probably nothing much. You know her.

You take a careless guess, “Extra prep for tomorrow’s interviews?” putting one leg on top of the other. Your hand thrums restlessly on your thigh, foot tapping on the floor.

“No interviews tomorrow. I’ve pushed it to Wednesday in case you become too,” she says, tilting her head slightly, “drained.”

You let out a chuckle, crossing your arms together on your chest. “Come on, boss, you know I never get tired. I once did twenty interviews in a day!”

Mina scoffs, a small smile escapes her lips. “And I admire that. Still, I’m certain that this is going to be the new extreme for you.”

You raise your eyebrows. This is intriguing. Maybe this will get you a promotion. “Well, whatever it is, I’m ready.”

Mina nods approvingly, with a slight upturn on her lips. “You have a lot of tangible qualities. We’d be pleased to have more employees like you, really.”

Safe to say that lights up a smile on your face. “I’m flattered, boss.”

“I’m happy that we’ve come to this conclusion. Now, let’s get back to our topic.”

She rises from her chair, sauntering around the table. Her motion is reserved. Every step is careful. She settles in the space between you and her wooden table before setting herself on it. 

She looks down at you, smirking. Her flowery scent hits your nose. Heat builds up within your body. You stare into her eyes, and you’re sure that she’s inviting your gaze—the fire in her eyes, the slightly louder breathing than usual, the upturn of her lips, so you let your eyes wander. That slightly creased white shirt is so tempting, a deep neckline that’s just begging for you to rip it apart. Her belt, leather black, it’d sure look good on her wrists while you ruin her. The black skirt drapes over her legs nicely. If it would be just a few inches shorter.

You just can’t resist the temptations anymore. Your cock is fucking straining in your pants.

“God, you’re just smoking hot, Mina.”

It finally slips out.

Mina chuckles, covering her mouth. She leans forward just a little, enough to reveal the curves of her bra-clad cleavage. Oh, to rip it off and feast on her nipples while she moans like a slut under you. You reach out to her neckline, teasing it gently—cotton. Your fingers slide towards that top button, ready to undo it and free her from the confines of her clothes. Just imagine fucking her senseless in her own office, pressing her face against the table while you rut into her tight ass like you’ve always wished. You just have all the power in the world right now.

“Tell me,” Mina says, tilting your chin up, her body shivering slightly at your teasing. You’re affecting her, “what have you been wanting to do to me?”

You look into her eyes. They’re burning, and you can’t just contain your ferocity anymore.

“I’ve always wanted to take you, especially in this room, baby. Every time you walk past me, I just want to rip whatever you’re wearing and bury myself in your ass. God, you’re just begging to be fucked with it. I wanna know how that tight ass feels around my cock, and I’m going to cum inside while you’re just my little slut.”

Mina chuckles as the first button comes off, showing more of the breathtaking curves of her tits. You trail lower for the second, with a scorching need to expose every inch of her porcelain skin.

“That’s rather … explicit, don’t you think?” Mina says coyly, scratching your chin gently with her fingers. More buttons slowly come off with your hand. She’s just letting you do anything. You’re the one in control here.

“Your orders, baby,” you reply, smirking all assuredly. You lean closer towards her chest, taking in that flowery scent of her body. Your hand undoes the last button of her shirt, and the edge of it falls along with the gravity. She’s exposed, all for you to touch.

Mina smiles, satisfied with your assertions. “Would you mind taking my skirt off first? There’s something I’ve been wanting to show you.”

Oh, to finally see her ass after years of ogling on it, wishing to clap it against your thighs.

Your hand glides down towards her belt, undoing it with ease, as if it’s a practiced move. She lets out a pleased hum as the belt comes off—another layer of obstruction gone. You then reach for the zipper of her skirt, eager to pull it down. The air is thick with tension, ready to snap at any second. You couldn’t be more prepared to make her your cumdump.

“Come on, baby. Don’t you wanna see the surprise?” Mina huffs, hand trembling under your chin.

You chuckle. “Good things come to those who wait.”

Your fingers find her zipper, before pulling it down gently. The sound of it just almost breaks you—so intense, so irresistible.

Until it reaches the bottom stop. The clicking sound elicits a smile from the two of you.

“What are you waiting for?” Mina quips.

Without another word, you grab the waistband of her frustratingly long skirt. Fucking finally. Her ass is yours.

And you pull it down. 

What the fuck?

It’s a fucking strap-on.

Your mouth hangs open in shock. Strange? Peculiar? Bizarre? Those words cannot describe the sheer astonishment you feel on what’s under her skirt. You try to say something, but nothing comes out of your mouth. Your body freezes, unable to make sense of the black cock poking into your face, only shivering with what you’re unable to process. You’re supposed to be the one using a cock here!

Mina runs her hand in your hair, playing with locks and curls on your head. You hear a soft giggle from above, but your focus remains on her throbbing plastic cock. Images of what she could do with it flash into your head. You’re pinned against the door, defenseless, as her cock drills into your ass rhythmically. Wet clapping sounds echo through the room—might even leak out to the main office. Lube drips down your thighs onto the floor. The room reeks of sweat, sex, and your perfumes blended together. She gives your ass a slap, and your moan becomes a melody for the entire floor.

And more.

Your face is pressed onto her stack of documents on the table, body shaking with her cock splitting you open. A pool of cum sits at the door. You’re oversensitive from your first orgasm, but she keeps attacking your prostate with an unmatched precision. Sweat drips down your forehead, ruining the papers with your mark of submission. “Oh, you’re ruining the next meeting’s plans!” Mina chides, without any signs of halting her barrage. She’s just wasting papers printing these out.

And more. This is just embarrassing, staring at her cock and imagining how it could ruin you into a slut.

Your leg is raised in the air. It’s for easier access, Mina said—should’ve kept yourself more flexible. Another pool of cum sits under her desk, not as much as the one at the door, sadly. Mina thrusts into you relentlessly, nails digging into your skin. Your face is pressed against the window, all visible for the workers going home to see. It creaks slightly with her motion. “I’m going to clean my window with your cum, well, if you’re not drained yet at this point.”

You’re fucked.

“Do you think black fits me? I’m pretty bad with colors, so I’d like some external inputs.”

And why the fuck are you still hard?

You look up at her, finding a smile so full of kindness—the kind of smile parents use to assure their children. It’s supposed to be warm. It’s supposed to be calming, but you’re fucking certain that there’s nothing but sin in her heart—lust with a tinge of pride, to be more specific.

“I’ll take that as a yes, glad that you love it,” Mina says, ruffling your hair softly. You just can’t process this anymore—so foolish with human dynamics. Your control is demolished the instant that her cock springs free, imagining the ways she can ruin you—against the door, on the table (on top of that, her meeting documents), against the window, cock dangling pathetically and giving everybody below a free show.

Suddenly, she grips a handful of your hair, not harsh, but effectively locking your eyes on hers. She leans in a little closer. You can see the small wrinkles under her eyes, the small pimples on her forehead, the streak on her lips. Her minty breaths brush against your face. It makes her more human, less of a Hel. Somehow, though, that just makes her more terrifying.

Humans shouldn’t be capable of wielding this kind of terror.

“So, I have lube under my desk, just for cases like this. Off-document disciplinary sessions, you know?” Mina says with a chuckle, eyes so full of faux-compassion. “Although I’m in the mood for trying something new.”

You can only gulp. Mind races with the possibilities of how she’ll make your ass ready for her cock. Honey? Vaseline? Condensed milk? A bead of sweat falls down from your forehead. Your body trembles in her hold. The scent of her body overwhelms you. You can’t think straight anymore.

“I did say that you possess a lot of tangible qualities, right?”

You sheepishly nod, barely prepared for her next words. It’s just all dread, no room for any levity.

“Well, there’s one thing that has been an ongoing problem with you” — and she leans closer to your ears, still on the desk — “you just don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

The realization hits.

You are a bitch. All this time, you’ve been a foul-mouthed fucker who’s practically begging to be put in his place. Everybody has grown tired of you, but no one dared to take any action. Those boundary breaches, those uncalled-for teases, those flirty incitements, they were tabbed. And now, it’s time for you to pay it up.

“Therefore, you and your mouth need to be taught a lesson, one that’s going to stick.”

Mina gets down from her table, standing up straight—resolute. Her white top hangs open, all unbuttoned, but still as classy as always. Her black, artificial cock stands tall, ready to take on your fuckholes without any mercy.

“Kneel, please.”

Trembling, you get up from the chair. You’re a little taller than her, but that means nothing with her having everything in her hand like this. You feel reluctant to get down; a part of you hasn’t given up yet. 

But an order is an order.

You sink to your knees, her throbbing cock in your face. It’s so close. The scent of her perfume and sweat wafts into your nose. Your hands tremble. Your body shakes with dread. Your stomach churns.

You’re hard, though.

“Open your mouth.”

Your lips part slightly, barely ready for her relentless violation. She grabs a handful of your hair with one hand, the other aiming her cock towards your mouth. Your mouth quivers in fear. The air is thick with anticipation—the way she’s going to feel in your mouth, the way it’s going to hit the back of your throat, the way that you might cum pitifully from sucking her cock alone.

You flinch at the first touch of her tip on your lips. It’s so cold, so synthetic. Mina pushes it inside further, parting you more. Your body writhes as her width spreads your mouth out. It’s so big. Too big. The air becomes her—her sweat, her perfume, her cock. You feel nauseous from the revolting taste of plastic. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever savored. Consider it a new experience. She pushes more, and it’s starting to trigger your gag reflex. You spasm uncontrollably, making retching sounds in your throat. This is too much for you, but there’s still a few centimeters left. She drills it in, and her cock begins to stretch out the back of your throat. She’s just too big for you. Your hands seek grips by your side. You settle on her thighs. Your eyes flutter. You can’t breathe. Fuck. And with one final push, she’s at the hilt. Your throat is fucking ruined. The sound of your breath against her body rings in your ears.

Fuck.

You’re just a toy for her now.

“How was it?” Mina scoffs, running her fingers through your hair. You try to focus on her eyes, but her cock is buried so deep in your mouth it robbed a handful of your senses away—vision included. So, you just give her thighs a few squeezes.

Mina giggles, relishing in the scene of her employee getting his mouth fucked out like this. “Oh, I don’t know morse code, baby. I think you’ll have to use your mouth.”

Of course, she presses you harder into her cock.

Your body writhes violently in her hold. You can’t breathe on her hips. Your eyes are fluttering, and they’re getting all teary. You’re just a lump of flesh, begging to be used and abused.

Suddenly, she lets go. Your head springs off, nape landing on the chair’s edge. It stings, but that can’t compare to the happiness you feel when a puff of air hits your lungs again. A relieved smile escapes your lips. You look up into Mina’s eyes. She smirks, and they’re still gleaming with feigned compassion. Drool falls off your lips onto your clothes, onto the floor. You’re a mess. It’s all dirty, but that’s the last of your priorities.

“Sorry, didn’t see my cock in your mouth earlier,” she says, smiling shyly.

You say nothing, still trying to catch your breath. Your heart races in your chest. Your body aches with humiliation. The synthetic taste of her cock lingers in your mouth, and you’re sure that you’re going to remember this for a long time.

Mina squats down, hand reaching out for your lips. You can only smile wearily against the chair, mind all scattered. She wipes the mess on your lips away, cleaning your face with her delicate hand. For one second, it feels so soothing, and you think that it’d be better if this is genuine. You can feel your smile widening, face shifting closer towards her fingers, nuzzling against them. It’s just so affectionate that you forget how she fucked your face mere seconds ago.

You hear Mina chuckle. It’s probably amusing her to see her boytoy loving her touches like this. She continues to wipe the remnants of spit off your face like a baby. No chastising. No mocking. Just pure warmth. Each stroke only makes you sink deeper into comfort that you forget you’re going to be facefucked by her in just a minute. You just try to cling on to something, and there’s nothing wrong with it.

Oh, she just broke you into pieces.

Finally, she lets go of your face, leaving you cold on the floor again. Your head rests against the chair—spent. Your spasms subside as your body finally finds its rhythm once more. Your breathing comes back to normal.

Mina smiles, before asking, “What do good boys say after they get something?”

“Thank you.” It slips off your debauched lips so easily.

“Thank you, who?” She presses into the tip of your nose lightly with a smile that just makes you melt.

“Thank you, Miss Myoi!”

The answer brings out a chuckle from Mina’s lips. She just looks so happy. “Ah, you’re close! Again, thank you, who?”

This isn’t just a quick patch, it’s a whole revamp on your brain.

“Thank you, mommy!”

It plagues your veins. It’s buried in your heart. It’s tattooed on your skin—permanent.

“Good boy.” She smiles, and you earn another ruffle in your hair.

There’s no coming back from this.

“Now, I’m going to stand up, alright? Don’t worry, mommy’s not going anywhere,” Mina says, cupping your cheek. 

“Yes, mommy,” you reply, nuzzling and whimpering against her palm.

The comfort on your face is short-lived as she stands up, and you can only whine in disappointment. She towers over you once more. Her cock dangles just a few centimeters away from your face, so slick with your filthy drool. It wants you to suck again, suck on it until your mommy cums, and you’re ready to have your breath taken away for her pleasure.

Voice still honeyed, Mina says, “Time to get up, baby boy. Time to put that mouth to use.”

In a haste, you get up to your knees again. The synthetic smell of her cock hits your nose, but you don’t feel so disgusted by it like you did mere minutes ago. Instead, you part your lips instinctively, becoming a willing boytoy for her. Your eyes look up into Mina’s eyes, begging her to bury her cock in your mouth.

“Aw, I’m so proud of you. You’re such a perfect slut for mommy, ready to suck my cock like this,” Mina praises, pushing herself forward. A smile escapes your eager lips. You’re so close to feeling her again. 

She grabs a handful of your hair, a little lighter than last time, and she guides you towards her cock. You stretch your mouth wider, readying yourself for her crushing width. Your throat relaxes. You’re going to take all of her in your mouth like a good little slut.

“Say ah,” Mina tells you.

“Ah …”

Your body doesn’t jolt the instant her tip touches your lips. You’re doing better. Her cock invades more and more of your mouth, filling it with its plastic taste, poking the back of your throat. Your body begins to shake as your breathing becomes difficult. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. The scent of her perfume and her cock fill your nostrils. And in a heartbeat, you take all of her.

At the hilt, you can barely breathe. Your eyes flutter with the overwhelming size of her cock. You can only cling on to her thighs pathetically. Her nails bury deep in your hair. The feeling, though, it’s neither rejection nor disdain. It’s acceptance and pride. You’re at peace with how your body was made for her cock. You’re at peace with how you were born to be her slut.

And you couldn’t be happier.

Suddenly, the grip in your hair tightens, making you wince around her cock in pain. Your toe curls at the nerve-snapping sensation. Your fingers dig into her thighs. She begins to grind her hips against your face. Your throat makes guttural, animalistic sounds as her tip grinds the back of it. You’ve never heard that before. Your eyes quiver with the rolling of her hips. Everything is so blurry now. Tears form in your eyes. Your nose gets squished on her waist as she moves. Your lungs are begging for air, but it's so hard to breathe. It’s suffocating. You panic.

“What’s the matter, baby boy? Can’t breathe?” Mina asks, voice so fucking full of smugness. The answer is up for your grasp, if not for the black plastic cock stuffing your mouth like this.

She continues to grind her hips against your mouth, fucking your face at a tempo only she can hear. Your breathing remains lacking in any kind of rhythm. 

Someone’s probably into it.

But not you.

Oh, and she just moaned for the first time in the evening. She grinds herself deeper, having that G-spot pleasured at a little cost of silencing that trigger-happy mouth.

“Your lack of manners won’t be tolerated, baby boy. You don’t let the adults do the talking alone.” Mina scolds, but her hips remain pressed against your ruined, spit-soaked face. She moans again, finally getting the insides of her properly fucked. The scents of her and plastic consume you like a hypnosis. She’s fucking your face, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Thankfully, she pushes your head back, leaving just her tip resting inside your mouth, and you know damn well enough to take a deep breath. It smells disgusting, blighting your lungs and blood vessels with a scorching plague, but it’s better than suffocation. Spit coats her cock, glistening it under the evening sunlight. It drips down to the floor—the first mark of filth in this office. Your eyes shoot up to Mina, who’s still giving you an infuriatingly warm smile.

She just won’t let you go so easily.

Mina laughs, still manages to keep that kind-and-loving façade after fucking your mouth open.

Twice.

She squints as she smiles, pulling your cheeks lovingly like you’re a child. Your body is still spasming, throat fucked-out. Your vision is all blurry with your tears. Your lips quiver against the head of her cock. Though, if she revels in having you like this, who are you to argue?

“That was so great, baby. Mommy’s gonna cum if you keep this up,” Mina praises, ruffling your hair fondly. You can feel warmth glowing around her body again. You know it’s a devious manipulation. You’re not supposed to fall for it, but your heart has already yielded, “and you’re going to be a cock-drunk mess by the time we’re done. How does that sound? Do you wanna make mommy cum?”

Your breathing slowly stabilizes. Your sight becomes clearer. It’s coming back. It’s your brief reprieve, and you’re cherishing every second of it, knowing how Mina can just rob it in a matter of seconds. She meets your gaze, anticipating an answer. The thought of your throat being used vigorously shouldn’t entice you this much. But with your cock twitching in your pants like this, you can only do the best you can—a whimper. 

“Aw, you’re so cute!” Mina says, pouting, pulling on your cheeks again. It’s so affectionate, so blissful, and suddenly, you feel safe with her once more. You nuzzle against her soft palm feebly, letting out a string of whimpers against the tip of her cock. The smell of the office’s hand soap fills your nostrils. Your toes are still twitching softly in the aftershocks. The remnants of her skull-fucking linger in your bones, reminding you of the woman you belong to.

“Now, say the magic word first, and I’ll fuck that mouth of yours.” Mina coos, hand cupping your cheeks. Her skin still feels so smooth against your face, so warm.

Your mind blanks against her cock. What’s the magic word?

Mina seems to notice, letting out a soft chuckle as your brain goes into request timeout. “When good boys want something, what do they say?”

Oh, that word.

“Please?”

“Please, who?” she presses. She needs you to say it. It is just overkill at this point, but you’re too broken for any kind of resistance.

“Please, mommy!”

Mina’s smile grows, satisfied with you. “Good boy!” she says, and she lets her hand run through the locks and curls of your hair. She feels how your hair brushes against her skin. She feels your warmth in her hand. She feels how you’re awfully, utterly fucking hers.

And here comes another afterlife-teasing session.

She grabs your hair—not painful, not nerve-snapping, but enough to yank your head back and forth. Your mouth is stretched open by her cock, as she ravishes your throat again. You’re pushed against her hips, forehead pressing on her taut stomach, hands gripping on her thighs. Your body convulses, fighting for air as your nose inhales nothing but the synthetic smell of her cock. Your toes curl in your shoes. Your knees hurt. Your eyes flutter. It’s a physical struggle. 

But a mental nirvana.

With her cock, it’s not an immediate fondness. The shock of seeing that strap for the first time still lingers in your head, if faintly. But with how she just slowly breaks you down from that point, it’s calculated. It’s masterful. Your brain fully knows that it’s a manipulation, a slow, torturous one, but your heart just can’t resist. The way she takes control of your head, the way her cock stabs the back of your throat, the way she praises you and degrades you, they’re just irresistible.

In short, you’re her nasty little slut.

“So hungry for mommy’s cock, aren’t you?” Mina asks, pressing you firmly against her leather. Her cock is already poking the back of your throat. It’s activating your gag reflex over and over. You make bestial, pornographic noises from your vocal chords. They echo in your ears, displacing the silence in the room, and it just fills you with an insurmountable amount of dread.

And she pulls back, leaving just the tip resting between your swollen lips. More drool falls to the floor. Your body trembles. Your toe curls. Your stomach churns.

“Look up here. I wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck you.”

You struggle to meet her eyes, still fluttering in the mind-breaking sensations, so she tips your chin up slightly. And when you find her gaze, it’s still so full of that deceitful kindness. There’s comfort to it, just that her actions are a tad violent.

“Making eye contact with the people you talk to is important, you know? It would show that you’re giving your attention to them,” Mina says, and you just whimper feebly as a response.

“Oh, yes, fucking your mouth. Totally forgot about that.”

She plunges her length into you, stretching those cock-craving lips open. You flinch slightly. No throat poking this time, and you don’t gag as much as you did. Your grips on her thighs relax, not digging so deep as before. And she pulls back. Breathing becomes easier like this, small margin, but anything is better than suffocation. You do your absolute best to keep your eyes on hers. Another thrust, another recoil, and Mina begins to moan. 

Your mouth can be used for good, after all.

She probably finds that it would be a little bullshit to start slow, considering that she pressed your face against her waist more than twice. That’s the tempo. She yanks your head back and forth around her cock, and she’ll moan every time it stretches your mouth open—so raw, so guttural.

You wince every time she thrusts her length into your pesky mouth, but you’re adjusting to it. It’s like you have a choice, after all. You’re living with it. You place your tongue on the underside of her cock, trying not to resist, trying to make it easy for the two of you. Your hands slide up her thighs, making her moans grow louder.

“Should’ve known how to shut your fucking mouth earlier, because, god, you’re such a perfect cocksleeve,” Mina says, voice cracking a little. She’s getting weaker. She’s getting lost in pleasure, but you just can’t do shit about that—too busy sucking fake dick overtime, at least you get money for this. “Two birds with one stone, you know? Just one cock for you to shut the fuck up and for me to cum.”

You whimper weakly against her length, attempting to keep that precious eye contact. It’s hard, though, when she just keeps yanking your head back and forth like this. Your hands slide towards her backside, finding that plump, muscular ass you were dying to clap your thighs against (well, before an executive decision says that your mouth looks better when fucked).

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. I do jump squats,” Mina huffs between the filthy moans. Your spit is out of control at this point. An entire pool forms in the suffocating space between you and her—a mark of your submission. You make desperate gagging sounds against her length. The plastic taste of it fills your mouth. Your air is her. Just her—her sweat, her plastic cock, her perfume. You fight through your tears to look her in the eyes. Oh, and it’s fucking beautiful.

Everything is fucking beautiful.

Mina’s moans begin to climb the scale. Her grip on your hair tightens, yanking you harsher than ever. Her ass clenches in your palms. Her breathing quickens. A bead of sweat falls on your head. This is it—the moment you’ve been waiting for—from the first moment you see her strap, from the first throat fucking, from the first utterance of ‘mommy’. Myoi Mina, your boss, your mommy, your fucking everything, is going to cum from fucking your face.

Put it in your résumé: Myoi Mina’s whore.

It begins with how her body stiffens, with a loud, guttural groan that escapes her mouth. You are at the tip of her cock, and you should’ve expected her to push you onto her hips, to feel her rhythm, her trembling, her unravelling. Air is knocked out of your lungs at the instant your nose is pressed against the leather. Her body arches, half-collapsing onto the edge of her desk. She can barely hold it together. Your lips are stretched around the base of her strap, savoring that disgusting plastic taste. Her ass tightens in your hands. Your gagging sounds blend with her moans. Everything is exploding.

A fracture appears. Mina’s eyes flutter in the wake of her ecstasy. Her head falls backwards as she buries herself in your face through her high. She’s lost. She’s lost in the pleasure, succumbing to the sweetness of her orgasm. It’s a reminder of her mortality. She’s not a goddess. She’s vulnerable. She can break, just like you.

But god, you would trade everything if it means that you are hers. Plus, two jobs at a single company—UI designer and your boss’ slut. 

HRs love it.

It abates, eventually. Mina catches her breath quickly, gazing down at you to watch her own destruction. Your face remains stuck to her hips, head tilting to the side just a little to gather that treasured air into your lungs. You shake, aftershocks linger. Your hands are pressed between her ass and the table. She looks at you, smiling, so proud of you. Her hands run through your hair one last time, feeling the mess she made, before dragging you off her cock. Spit falls to the ground, but you’re too exhausted to care. You get a good look at her—her eyes, her smile. She’s satisfied. She’s fulfilled. All because of you.

“You did so well for mommy,” Mina says, voice cracking a little. She cups your face lovingly, and you can’t help but to nuzzle against her palm, letting out a soft whimper. She just feels so warm, and you figure you must cling to her. You must cling to her for your dear life. “We’re halfway there already.”

Halfway there.

One hole down, one more to go.

Anything for your mommy.

You sit up properly in the cramped backseat, wedged between Mina on your right and a stack of equipment bags on your left. The rest of TWICE are scattered through the van, half-dead after a brutal day of filming. The city lights flicker past the tinted windows, streaking the interior in blue and orange.

“It’s a useful habit,” you reply. “Someone has to make sure no one ends up at the wrong studio.”

“True,” Momo says, leaning forward from the seat behind you to rest her chin on the headrest. Her hair smells faintly like cherry shampoo and hairspray. “But you skipped dinner again.”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were busy,” she finishes for you, rolling her eyes. “We know. Eat when we get home, okay?”

Mina, still quietly studying you, reaches down, picks up the tablet, and places it neatly in your lap.

“You can check again after,” she adds softly. “You look tired.”

That’s the thing about Mina. She rarely says a lot, but when she does, it slips past your defenses before you can put your professional mask back on.

You glance at her, then away. “I’m fine. Just another day.”

Another fifteen-hour day, but that’s just part of the job.

-----

You’re TWICE’s junior manager, technically assigned to all members, but everyone knows you’re “Mina’s guy.” You handle her schedule with the stylists, her individual photoshoots, coordinate with her therapist, tweak her workload if she looks a little more fragile than usual.

Somewhere in the mess of years and tours and comebacks, she stopped being just “Mina-ssi” and became Mina. Your best friend. Your priority.

Your problem.

“Do you remember your live tomorrow?” you ask, forcing your tone back into professional mode. “3 p.m., then practice, then the radio at eight.”

Mina nods immediately. “You already told me.”

“You also texted her. Twice,” Momo points out, then grins. “I saw the notifications. You’re like a walking reminder app with legs.”

“It’s my job to nag,” you say.

“No,” Momo counters, reaching over the headrest and poking your shoulder, “your job is to manage. Nagging us into drinking water and eating vegetables is extra free service.”

“And caring about us so much,” Mina adds, almost under her breath.

You pretend you don’t hear that last part.

You’re good at pretending.

The dorm is quiet when you arrive, the tired shuffle of girls heading to their rooms echoing through the hallway. You stay behind in the living room to email tomorrow’s final call sheets. Your laptop screen glows in the dim apartment, casting your reflection sharply against the black window.

Momo pads back out from her room, already in baggy shorts and an oversized t-shirt that hangs just off one shoulder. She’s drying her hair with a towel, watching you with that perceptive gaze you’ve learned to be a little wary of.

“You’re still working?” she asks.

“Schedules don’t sleep,” you answer, fingers flying over the keyboard.

She sighs and walks past you to the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards. “You ate?”

“Later.”

“Liar,” she says, not unkindly.

A moment later a bowl of instant ramen lands beside your laptop, steam curling up from it. She sets chopsticks on top, then leans her hips against the table, crossing her arms.

“You’re welcome,” she adds.

You look up, a protest already on your lips, but she meets your eyes steadily.

“I’m not one of your artists when it comes to this,” she says. “I’m your friend. Eat.”

You hold her gaze for a beat, then exhale, closing the laptop halfway. “Okay. Thanks.”

Momo rewards you with a small, pleased smile and turns to grab her own bowl.

As you slurp the first bite, the tight knot in your stomach slowly uncoils—not because of the food, but because of her presence. Momo is easy. Airy. Somehow serious where it counts, and playfully blunt where it matters.

“You okay?” she asks casually, tapping on her phone with her thumb while she leans her elbows on the table.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

She raises a brow. “You’ve been staring at Mina a lot more than usual.”

Your chopsticks clack lightly against the bowl.

You school your expression. “I look at all of you a lot. It’s my job to monitor your—”

“Your job,” she cuts in, mimicking your tone. “I know, oppa. But you don’t look at all of us like that.”

There it is. The thing you never talk about, pulled out and placed on the table between you with the same casualness as the ramen.

“Momo,” you start.

She sets her phone down and gives you her full attention. No teasing now, no joking glint in her eyes.

“You like her,” she says plainly. “I’m not stupid.”

Silence. The clock ticks in the kitchen. You hear the low hum of the fridge, the muffled echo of someone’s shower running down the hall.

You manage a dry laugh. “Even if that were true, you realize how many reasons there are for me to ignore that, right? Company policy, ethics, her privacy—”

“She relies on you,” Momo interrupts softly. “A lot. More than any of us.”

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” you reply, the words coming out harder than you intend. “She needs a manager. A friend. Not… anything else.”

Momo studies your face, and you hate that she can see through you so easily.

“And what do you need?” she asks.

You look away, at the untouched ramen, at the glowing laptop.

“It doesn’t matter what I need,” you say finally. “That’s not part of the job description.”

Momo is quiet for a moment. When she speaks again, her voice is small but firm.

“You’re allowed to be a person, you know.”

You force a wry smile. “Don’t tell HR that.”

She huffs, then reaches across and gently taps your wrist, drawing your eyes back to hers.

“I’m serious. If it ever gets too much… just tell me, okay? You don’t have to pretend with me.”

Something in your chest shifts.

“Okay,” you say, and somehow it feels like a promise.

-----

You don’t expect the world to tilt the way it does a week later.

It’s after a music show recording, the backstage area a maze of staff and idols and camera crews. TWICE just finished a pre-recording and you’re guiding them back to their waiting room, ticking off members in your head like a reflex.

“Jihyo, Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Sana, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu…” You glance over your shoulder. “Momo, Mina—”

Mina isn’t behind you.

You backtrack, weaving through the crowd until you spot her near one of the side corridors—standing with someone else.

You recognize him immediately. Another idol. Same generation. Good-looking, charming, the kind of laugh that catches microphones even when it’s not meant to.

He’s leaning closer to her than cameras would normally allow, his body angled protectively, voice low. Mina’s shoulders are slightly hunched in that nervous way you know too well, but… she’s smiling. Small, shy, but undeniably real.

You freeze, a couple of meters away, half-shielded by a passing stylist.

“Hey, Manager, you coming?” one of the junior staff calls behind you, but their voice feels distant.

You watch as the idol says something that makes Mina laugh—properly laugh this time, the sound carrying enough that you can hear it over the backstage noise. Then he scratches the back of his neck, looking almost boyish, and she ducks her head, fingers fidgeting with her phone.

He holds out his own phone. She hesitates for only a fraction of a second before taking it, tapping quickly, then handing it back.

He grins.

Your stomach drops.

You know that posture. You know that look.

You know exactly what you just saw.

You force your feet to move, approaching with what you pray is a neutral expression.

“Mina,” you call, professional, even. “We need to get back to the waiting room. Next schedule’s in forty.”

She startles slightly, then turns. “Ah, yes. Sorry.”

The idol straightens, recognizing you as staff, and bows politely. You bow back.

“Hyung, sorry if I made her late,” he says, his tone friendly but respectful.

“No problem,” you reply smoothly. “Good work today.”

He flashes a quick smile at Mina. “Text me when you get home.”

Mina’s cheeks color faintly. “Okay.”

You feel it like a physical hit.

On the way back to the waiting room, she walks a step behind the others, right beside you. You keep your eyes forward.

“Y/n,” she says quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Is… is it okay to exchange numbers? Like that?”

Her voice is tentative, like she’s asking for permission, like you’re still that safe place she double-checks everything with.

You swallow. Your throat suddenly feels dry.

“As long as you’re careful,” you answer, keeping it light. “You know the rules. No obvious public stuff. Company will kill us if Dispatch gets a full story.”

She nods, nibbling at her lower lip. “He’s… nice. We’ve been talking more lately.”

“I noticed,” you say, before you can stop yourself.

She glances at you, searching your face, but you don’t give her anything.

“Do you… think it’s okay?” she asks. “If I… like him?”

The question is a knife wrapped in cotton, slipping between your ribs with practiced ease.

You can hear Momo’s voice in your head from a week ago: You’re allowed to be a person.

Instead, you put on your best manager smile.

“If he treats you well,” you say carefully, “and you’re happy… that’s what matters, right?”

She breathes out, a tiny, relieved laugh. “You always know what to say.”

You don’t.

-----

You’ve never felt more unable to say what you actually want to.

You don’t tell anyone how it feels watching the subtle changes over the next few weeks.

How Mina’s phone lights up more. How she ducks into corners to reply, fingers flying across the screen, eyes soft.

How she leaves the practice room ten minutes early sometimes for “a call.” How she comes back slightly flushed, trying to play it off.

How her smile has a new shade, one you’re not the painter of.

You schedule her dates. You juggle her hidden dinners with her public activities. You coordinate with his manager in whispered phone calls to keep them from overlapping paparazzi routes. You are, in every way that matters, facilitating the relationship that’s slowly killing you.

Momo notices first, of course.

You’re standing in the rehearsal studio one evening, watching the girls run through choreography. The mirrored walls reflect sweat and movement and your own tired face, standing in the corner with a water bottle in hand.

“Five minutes break!” Jihyo calls, bending over with her hands on her knees.

Mina drifts to the side, checking her phone. Her lips curve. Your chest tightens.

Momo appears at your elbow, breathing a little hard but still too in-tune with you.

“You’re doing it again,” she says.

“Doing what?”

“Smiling with your mouth and dying with your eyes.”

You let out a short breath. “Very poetic.”

“Very obvious,” she replies. “Maybe not to her. But to me? It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion.”

You keep your gaze on Mina, who’s typing quickly, her shoulders relaxed in a way you used to be proud of because it meant she felt safe in front of you.

“Careful,” you say quietly. “You keep talking like that, and they’ll revoke your membership from the ‘Just an Idol’ club.”

Momo snorts, then her voice softens.

“Transfer,” she says.

You blink, turning to her. “What?”

“Transfer,” she repeats, eyes steady. “You’ve been looking into it, haven’t you? Moving departments.”

“How do you—”

“You’re not the only one who can read people,” she cuts in. “You’ve been talking to Deputy Manager Yoo more. You stay late in the office instead of here. You flinch every time Mina’s phone buzzes. Come on, oppa. Don’t insult me by pretending everything is fine.”

You look away, jaw working.

“Running away doesn’t fix anything,” she continues. “It just leaves us without you.”

“You’ll get another manager,” you say. “Someone just as competent. Maybe more.”

“I don’t want another manager,” she says bluntly. “I want you.”

The words hang between you for a heartbeat, too weighted, too dangerous. But her expression is calm, sincere, not flirtatious.

She sighs, then lowers her voice. “You know I… I care about you too, right? Not just as staff. You’re my friend. One of my best friends.”

You swallow hard. “I know.”

“Then at least be honest with me,” she insists. “Are you actually thinking about leaving the team?”

Silence.

In the mirror, you see Mina slip her phone back into her pocket, a faint smile still lingering on her lips as she joins the others stretching.

You force yourself to say it aloud, as if that will make it more real.

“Yes,” you answer. “I’ve already… put in a request. Administration’s reviewing it.”

Momo’s face tightens like you just slapped her.

“How long have you known?” she asks.

“Couple weeks.”

“And you didn’t tell us?” There’s hurt in her voice now, raw and unfiltered. “Didn’t tell me?”

“What would I say?” you reply, finally letting some of the frustration seep through. “Hey, I’m in love with my artist, and watching her fall for someone else at point-blank range makes me feel like my ribs are being torn out, so I’m going to throw away the job I’ve spent years building because I’m too weak to handle it? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Momo doesn’t flinch. She just looks at you with that same steady, unbearably kind gaze.

“Yes,” she says simply. “I would rather hear the ugly truth than be kept out with a pretty lie.”

Your breath catches.

“I’m trying to do the right thing,” you insist. “For her. For all of you. If I stay, I’ll break. And if I break, I might say something I can’t take back. Cross a line I can’t uncross. This way, I’m out of the equation.”

“Out of her life,” Momo corrects quietly.

“Out of the mess,” you say. “She’ll be happy. She has him.”

“Do you really think she won’t notice you’re gone?” Momo demands, anger sparking now. “That she’ll just… move on? You think you mean that little to her?”

Your voice drops. “She loves him.”

“You don’t know that,” Momo fires back.

You meet her eyes. “I know that she doesn’t love me.”

Her expression fractures for a second.

Around you, the girls regroup, Jihyo clapping her hands for the next run-through. The music swells as the intro starts up again, choreography snapping back into place.

Momo breathes in slowly, then lets it out.

“Fine,” she says at last. “If you’re going to go, then go. But don’t you dare make that decision while pretending you’re some kind of noble martyr.”

You blink. “What?”

She steps closer, close enough that her words are for you alone.

“You’re allowed to be selfish sometimes,” she says, voice fierce. “You’re allowed to want things. If you’re leaving because staying hurts too much, then just say that. Own it. Don’t hide behind ‘for her own good.’ Don’t use her as your excuse.”

It hits you harder than any accusation could have.

“I…” you start, but no words come.

Momo’s expression softens again, the anger melting into something almost unbearably gentle.

“If you stay,” she murmurs, “I’ll be here. If you go… I’ll still be here. SMS, calls, weird memes in the middle of the night. I’m not going to disappear just because you changed departments. Got it?”

Your throat tightens.

You nod. “Got it.”

She gives you a small, sad smile, then squeezes your arm once before jogging back to her position on the floor.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror for a long moment.

You barely recognize the man looking back.

-----

The transfer is approved faster than you expect.

“Effective next month,” the email reads. “You’ll move into Artist Strategy and Overseas Operations. Congratulations on the promotion.”

Congratulations.

You stare at the word until the letters blur.

The next days become a blur of paperwork, handover documents, shadowing sessions with the incoming junior manager. You teach him everything you can fit into the limited time: who hates early mornings the most (Momo), who needs extra time to warm up vocally (Jeongyeon), who pretends they’re fine when they’re very much not (Mina).

You don’t tell him how much your heart will hurt when he takes your place beside them on music show days.

You tell the members in the conference room, the entire team gathered—including senior manager and a couple of higher-ups from the company. The official reason is given: “career growth opportunity,” “bigger scope,” “a valuable asset to JYP’s strategic planning.”

The girls smile, clap, offer congratulations.

Jihyo’s eyes are suspiciously bright. Nayeon pouts dramatically. Dahyun makes a joke about you becoming too important to answer their texts.

Momo doesn’t say anything. She just looks at you, and there’s a question in her eyes you can’t afford to answer.

Mina is quiet. Too quiet.

When the meeting ends, she corners you in the hallway.

“Why?” she asks, cutting straight through all politeness.

You force a smile. “It’s a good opportunity. You heard them. I’ll be handling multiple top groups. International stuff. It’s a step up.”

“Is that really why?” she presses.

“Of course,” you reply, keeping your tone light. “You didn’t think I was going to be your personal assistant forever, did you?”

It’s a joke. You try to make it a joke.

Mina doesn’t laugh.

“You could have told me earlier,” she says, voice tight. “Privately. Before the meeting. I had to hear it like that? With everyone?”

“I didn’t want to make it a big deal,” you answer. “It’s just work.”

“It’s not ‘just work’ to me,” she snaps, surprising both of you with the force of it. “You’re… you’re my best friend.”

The words hit harder than they should.

“And I’m not dying,” you say gently. “I’ll still be in the building. I’ll still see you. Just… less.”

“That’s not the same,” she whispers.

You look at her, at the hurt in her eyes, and for one wild second, you almost say it. You almost tear down every barrier, every professional distance, and tell her exactly why you’re leaving.

Because watching you love someone else in front of me is killing me by inches.

Because every time you choose him over a call with me, it feels like I’ve been misplaced in my own life.

Because I love you.

Instead, you take a breath and bury the words.

“You’ll be okay,” you say. “You’re strong, Mina.”

She laughs once, bitterly. “You always say that when you’re about to leave me somewhere.”

“Mina—”

“You did it when I went on hiatus. When I came back. When schedules were hard. ‘You’ll be okay. You’re strong.’” Her eyes shine, but she blinks the tears back furiously. “What about you? Are you okay?”

You look down at the floor, then back up.

“I will be,” you lie.

For the first time since you’ve known her, she looks at you like you’re a stranger.

“Fine,” she says, stepping back. “Do whatever you want.”

She turns and walks away before you can form a reply.

You let her go.

If you chase her now, you don’t trust yourself not to say everything you’ve sworn never to.

Behind you, someone steps up quietly. You don’t have to turn to know who it is.

Momo slips a canned coffee into your hand.

“No speech this time,” she murmurs. “Just… don’t disappear completely, okay?”

You stare at the can, then at her.

“I’ll try not to,” you manage.

She nods, lips pressed together, then reaches up and fixes the collar of your shirt. It’s a small, intimate gesture, done so casually it could be nothing—or everything.

“Good,” she says. “Because I’m not done annoyed-texting you during boring meetings.”

You chuckle weakly.

For a second, her hand lingers at your collarbone. Then she drops it and walks away, leaving you in the hallway with a coffee you don’t remember asking for and a heart that can’t decide which direction it’s breaking in.

-----

One year later.

“Head Manager Y/n-ssi,” the executive says, sliding a folder across the polished conference table. “We’d like you to take direct oversight of TWICE again. Given your history with them and your growth these past months, you’re the ideal choice.”

You flip open the folder. Updated profiles. Upcoming world tour. A detailed restructuring chart with your name placed neatly above their management column.

Your pulse stutters.

“You’re sure?” you ask calmly. “I don’t want to undo the stability they’ve had with the current team.”

“The group requested you by name,” the exec says. “JYP’s been very clear about wanting the best for them in this next phase. That’s you.”

The group requested you.

You think of Jihyo’s determined face. Nayeon’s playful whining. Momo’s quiet, steadfast presence.

You think of Mina and feel a familiar ache echo through your chest.

You and Mina haven’t really talked since you transferred. You’ve seen each other in hallways, in company events, always surrounded by other people, always buffered by layers of professionalism.

She’s still with him. As far as you know.

It shouldn’t still hurt this much.

You close the folder gently.

“I’ll take it,” you say.

You walk into the practice room like a stranger.

They all turn to look at you, conversations halting, laughter fading. The mirrors reflect nine girls in varying states of sweat and exhaustion—and you, in a sharper suit than the one you wore back then, carrying a tablet and the weight of a different title.

Nayeon recovers first, squealing your name and tackling you in a hug. The others pile on, voices overlapping, hands grabbing at your arms, your shoulders, like they’re checking you’re really there.

Momo hangs back slightly, watching with a soft smile. When the chaos dies down enough, she steps forward.

“Welcome back, Head Manager-nim,” she says, mock-formal, then breaks into a grin. “Took you long enough.”

You snort. “You’ve been doing okay without me.”

“Debatable,” she replies. “We’ll talk later.”

Her eyes flick to yours—concern, warmth, something else you can’t identify in the quick glance. Then she steps aside, giving you a clear line of sight.

Mina stands near the corner of the room, one hand loosely gripping her water bottle. She looks… the same and not. A little more mature, a little more composed, but still Mina.

Her expression is impossible to read.

“Mina-ssi,” you say, defaulting to formality. “It’s been a while.”

A flicker crosses her face at the honorific. She nods slightly.

“Yes, Manager-nim,” she replies, just as formal.

There’s a sudden chill in the room that only the two of you can feel.

-----

You brief them on the upcoming schedule, voice steady, professional. You explain restructuring, your role as head manager, the increased staff you’ll be supervising. You make a point of distributing your attention evenly—no more lingering glances, no more magnetized orbit around Mina.

If anyone notices the subtle stiffness between you and her, they don’t comment.

After the meeting, Momo corners you near the door.

“You’re overcompensating,” she murmurs.

“I’m being professional,” you counter.

“You’re being a robot,” she says flatly. “You don’t have to be cold to be professional.”

“It’s better this way,” you insist.

“For who?” she asks quietly.

You don’t answer.

Weeks pass.

You fall into a new rhythm: overseeing multiple managers, attending higher-level meetings, coordinating world tour logistics. You’re busier than ever, which is convenient—less time to notice the way Mina leaves the room a little earlier when you enter, the way her gaze sometimes lingers on you in the mirror before she snaps it away.

Momo becomes your bridge to them.

She’s the one who swings by your office with snacks at 2 a.m. when you’re buried in spreadsheets. She’s the one who drags you to the practice room under the guise of “we need your opinion” when it’s clear they just want you present. She’s the one who texts you memes in the middle of meetings that make you stifle laughter.

“Eat,” she orders over text one night, sending you a picture of a sandwich on your desk that you don’t remember her leaving. “I know you skipped lunch.”

You shake your head, but a smile pulls at your lips as you type back: “Yes, mom.”

“Wrong Momo,” she replies instantly. “But I’ll allow it.”

She doesn’t push about Mina—not directly. But sometimes you catch her watching the two of you with a look that’s half-worried, half-calculating, like she’s trying to solve a puzzle that refuses to cooperate.

You ignore it.

You throw yourself into work.

You pretend that keeping your distance is still the right thing.

Until the night you find Mina in the stairwell, sitting on the concrete step, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.

-----

You’re heading down from a late meeting, tie loosened, brain full of tour budgets and promotional campaigns, when you push open the door to the 6th floor staircase and nearly run into her.

She looks up, startled. Her eyes are rimmed red.

You freeze.

“Mina?” you say softly. “What are you doing here?”

She hastily wipes at her face, standing up too quickly. “I—sorry. I’ll move. You can go through—”

You block the door slightly with your body. “Hey. It’s fine. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she says, voice too brittle. “It’s late. You should go home.”

“So should you,” you reply. “You have a filming call time at eight tomorrow. You shouldn’t still be here.”

She laughs once, hollow. “You still remember my schedule?”

You should lie. You should tell her you remember everyone’s.

You don’t.

“Of course I do,” you say quietly.

She looks at you, really looks at you, and for a second the wall you’ve both built around yourselves cracks.

“Did you know?” she asks suddenly, holding up her phone like it’s evidence. “That everyone thinks we were perfect together? Me and him?”

Your stomach lurches.

“I… saw the articles,” you admit carefully. “The ‘nation’s visual couple’ stuff.”

She snorts. “They love that narrative. Pretty girl, pretty boy. Easy to sell.”

You hesitate. “You’re… talking about him in past tense.”

She inhales sharply, like she hadn’t realized she was doing that.

“We broke up,” she says, voice flat.

You feel it like an earthquake under your feet that somehow leaves your face untouched.

“I’m… sorry,” you manage, choosing your words carefully. “Breakups are hard, even when they’re the right choice.”

“Everyone keeps saying that,” she mutters. “‘If it was right, why does it hurt?’ you know?” She shakes her head. “It’s not even that it hurts that much. That’s the worst part.”

You frown slightly. “What do you mean?”

She stares past you, at some point on the wall that only she can see.

“I thought I loved him,” she says. “I tried to. I really did. He was kind, patient, understanding. We had fun together. But whenever things got quiet, whenever I was alone…” She trails off, biting her lip.

You know you should stop this. You’re her manager. You’re not her confidant anymore. You gave up that right when you transferred.

But the way her hands are trembling makes it impossible for you to walk away.

“What happened?” you ask softly.

“We had a fight,” she says. “Not big. Just… he said I never fully opened up. That there was always a part of me somewhere else. With someone else.” Her laugh is small and bitter. “I told him he was being dramatic. But then he said something and I couldn’t answer.”

You swallow. “What did he say?”

“He asked me,” she whispers, “if I was still in love with you.”

The words slam into you like a freight train.

You grip the railing to steady yourself. “Mina…”

“I denied it, of course,” she goes on, eyes bright with unshed tears. “I told him you were just my manager. My best friend. That you leaving was just… work. Opportunity. Not anything to do with me. I told him that a hundred times.”

She finally looks at you, and the rawness in her gaze pins you in place.

“But then I realized something,” she says, voice shaking. “When you left, it felt like… like someone had taken the floor out from under me. Like I’d been leaning against something my whole life without realizing it, and suddenly it was gone.”

You can’t breathe.

“Mina, stop,” you say hoarsely. “You don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do,” she cuts in. “Because I was stupid. So, so stupid. I thought I could treat your presence like it was guaranteed. Like you’d always be there. I leaned on you for everything and never once asked if it hurt you to hold all that weight.”

You press your lips together, every instinct screaming at you to deflect, to downplay, to protect her from the truth of what you felt.

She steps closer, her voice dropping to an almost-frantic whisper.

“Why did you leave, Y/n?” she demands. “The real reason. Not the one you told in meetings. Not the one written in your promotion letter. Why did you stop being my manager?”

You stare at her.

The echo of Momo’s words rings in your memory: Don’t hide behind ‘for her own good.’ Don’t use her as your excuse.

You inhale.

You exhale.

“I left,” you say slowly, “because I fell in love with you. And watching you fall in love with someone else while I stood beside you, arranging your dates and pretending to be okay… was destroying me.”

Silence explodes around you.

Mina’s lips part, but no sound comes out. Her eyes fill, a tear spilling over and sliding down her cheek.

“You… what?” she whispers.

You hold her gaze, forcing yourself not to look away.

“I’m your manager,” you continue, voice rough. “I’m supposed to be your support system, not someone adding complications to your life. I knew the rules. I knew the line. I couldn’t stand there and smile at you talking about him and then go home and feel like my chest was in a vice every night. So I asked for a transfer. Not because I didn’t care about you… but because I cared too much. And I didn’t trust myself not to break something that mattered to you.”

Her whole body is trembling now.

“You never… you never said anything,” she chokes out. “You just left.”

“What was I supposed to say?” you reply, the frustration, the pain of all those months cracking through your careful control. “‘Hey Mina, I’m hopelessly in love with you and every day of my job is torture but also please keep relying on me while you date another guy?’ How would that have helped you?”

“It would have given me a choice!” she cries, stepping close enough that you can feel the heat of her. “You decided everything for me. You decided you weren’t allowed to feel this. You decided I couldn’t handle it. You decided I’d be happier with him. You never asked me what I wanted.”

Your heart hammers against your ribs.

“What did you want, Mina?” you whisper.

She looks at you like you’re the only person in the world.

“I wanted you,” she says, voice breaking. “I was just too afraid to call it what it was. I told myself I couldn’t love you because you were my manager. Because it was wrong. Because it would ruin everything. So I tried to love someone else instead.”

She lets out a shaky laugh that sounds dangerously close to a sob.

“But every time something good happened, you were the one I wanted to tell first. Every time something bad happened, you were the one I wanted to see. When you left, I couldn’t breathe. When you came back, acting like I was just another artist to you, I—” She cuts herself off, biting down on the words.

You’re shaking now too.

“This isn’t fair,” you say weakly. “It’s been a year. You loved him. You’re hurt right now. You’re—”

“I didn’t love him the way I love you,” she says, the words so clear and certain that they slice through your protests. “And yes, I should have realized sooner. I should have been braver. I should have fought for you when you tried to run. I know that. I’m not asking you to pretend those things didn’t happen.”

She takes another step, close enough that you could reach out and touch her if you just moved your hand a few centimeters.

“I’m asking you,” she murmurs, “if it’s too late.”

Your pulse roars in your ears.

Down the stairwell, far below, a door slams. Distant voices filter up, muffled and indistinct. Up here, it feels like the world has shrunk to just the two of you and the question hanging between you.

You open your mouth to answer—

—and the door above you swings open with a clang.

“Oh,” a voice says. “I… didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You turn.

Momo stands in the doorway, hand still on the handle, eyes wide. She takes in the scene in a heartbeat: your proximity, Mina’s tearful face, your own expression.

Something unreadable flickers across her features. Surprise. Realization. Something like… resignation?

“Momo,” Mina says, scrubbing at her eyes quickly. “It’s not—”

“You dropped this in the conference room,” Momo says, holding up your tablet. Her voice is even. Too even. “I figured you’d be in your office, but then I saw the stairwell light on and…”

She trails off, eyes moving between you and Mina with surgical precision, cataloging every detail.

You step forward, reaching out automatically. “Thanks, I—”

She pulls the tablet back just a fraction, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“You okay?” she asks quietly.

It’s a simple question, but it feels loaded with a thousand others behind it.

Are you finally going to stop pretending?

Are you going to let yourself be selfish?

Are you choosing her?

You search her face for anger, jealousy, hurt. You find… none of that. Just a tightness around her mouth, a sheen in her eyes she’s fighting not to let fall, and beneath it all, that same stubborn care she’s always given you without asking for anything in return.

“I’m…” You stop, then try again, honestly this time. “I don’t know.”

Momo studies you for another second, then nods once, as if that was the answer she expected.

She presses the tablet into your hand.

“I’ll be upstairs,” she says. “We have early call times tomorrow. Don’t stay too late.”

Her gaze shifts to Mina, softening.

“Talk it out,” she adds quietly. “Properly this time.”

Before either of you can reply, she slips back through the door, letting it close gently behind her.

The silence rushes back in.

You look down at the tablet clutched in your hand. At the faint mark on the screen where Momo’s thumbprint smudged the glass. At the empty space where she’d been a second ago.

Then you look back at Mina.

Her eyes search yours nervously. “You and Momo… you’re close,” she says, more statement than question.

You think of late-night ramen. Of coffee cans in hallways. Of quiet lectures about being allowed to be a person. Of how she just walked away instead of demanding anything from you.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “We are.”

Mina swallows, glancing at the closed door, then back at you.

“Do you… still love me?” she asks, voice barely audible. “After everything? After I made you feel so… alone?”

Your answer gets stuck somewhere between your heart and your tongue.

Behind your ribs, two truths collide:

You’ve loved Mina for years, in ways that shaped your entire life.

And in the cracks of your heartbreak, Momo quietly planted something else you can no longer pretend not to see.

You stand there, caught between the girl you built your world around and the girl who stayed, who saw you breaking and tried to hold you together even when you pushed her away.

Mina takes a hesitant step closer, hope and fear warring in her eyes.

“Please,” she whispers. “Say something.”

You draw in a breath, feeling the weight of both of them on your next words.

“I…”

The next word hangs on your lips, balanced on the edge of every moment that led you here—

—and that’s where this part of the story ends.

-----

To Be Continued...

If you were the one in Y/n’s position right now, standing in that stairwell with Mina in front of you and Momo just having walked away:

Who do you think deserves him more?

The girl he’s loved for years, who is only now realizing the depth of what she almost lost—

or

The girl who noticed his pain first called out his self-sacrifice and quietly stayed by his side without asking for anything in return.

You decide.

“Okay, Momo.”

You watch the TV as she opens her bedroom. Momo comes out wearing sexy lingerie that surprises you. Stunned as you are, she catwalks right in front of you. Your thoughts begin to run wild.

“Like the view?” Momo said.

“I-I do.”

“Touch me.” You slowly reach for her hips until she slaps your hand. “Do not touch.” Momo giggles after.

“Oh, you’re going to tease me until I can’t hold back? This is easy, Momo.”

“Oppa, don’t be so cocky.”

“We can do this all day, Momo.”

“I know you want me.” Momo teased you.

“I could say the same thing, Momo.”

You decide to tease her, wanting her to surrender to her own games. Momo sits right beside you, shoulder to shoulder, as she leans her head on you. She gets on her phone, scrolling through the internet while you patiently wait for Momo.

“You know you can check me out, right?"

“I know, Momo."

“I’ll order some pork to eat with you, but you have to get the food when they deliver it."

“Understood.” Her tits are amazing as you begin checking her out to your desires from head to toe, gulping secretly as Momo doesn't pay attention but knows you're looking at her.

You sit quietly, waiting until Momo can’t hold back. It becomes a mind game at this point, as you have all the time to make her surrender. She mashes her tits onto your shoulder, trying to get you turned on—you were, in fact, but being mentally patient is in your hands.

“The food is here; may you go grab it, please?” Momo pleaded. You stand up without a word and grab the food, coming back to sit by Momo. She opens the bag and places the food on the table. “Dig in; it’s my treat.”

You open the lids and hand Momo a fork; she stabs the rice cake, tapping your shoulders, and you look at her. Momo sucks on the rice cake, trying to make you lose your sanity and fuck her. You smile at her playfully with a gentle chuckle.

“Momo, I have all day.” You teased her and took off your shirt.

“You look slim when you wear a shirt but have some muscles.” Momo complimented your physique.

“Not much anymore.”

“I bet it’s enough for a threesome.” Momo teased you.

“Momo, don’t get any ideas."

“Is that a bullet wound?” Momo pointed near the back of your shoulders.

“It is; let’s not talk about it."

“Tell me.” 

“No.”

“You’re boring.” 

“Thanks.” You teased Momo.

“Stop being funny and fuck me already. Don’t you want to be inside me?"

“Surrender to your own game, Miss Hirai Momo.”

“No.” She picks up a slice of pork belly.

“I have all day.” You whispered in her ear and took a slice of pork belly to eat.

“Oppa, I bet you caught me checking you out when you started working for us. Even before all of this started happening.”

“It was very noticeable.”

She’s fighting her urge at this point, knowing you aren’t backing down as the pace of her heartbeat rises. You are hard already, but have enough discipline to not let hell break loose. After several minutes, the food on the table was finished. She gets up and throws the utensils away. You stare at her toned back, down to her thighs and ass. You’re amazed at her body; she's meaty and most definitely someone you would use your kinks on. She walks back, takes her bra off, and gives you a view of her tits.

“This should work on you; I know you want to touch my big tits."

“I do.” 

“Touch me.” 

“I know you’re going to shrug me off again, Momo."

“Okay, fine. I can’t take it anymore; you win. Let’s just fuck.” She takes off her panties and gets on top of you.

“Do not touch me, Momo.” You decide to tease her and grab her hands.

“Please?” 

“How bad do you want it, Momo?"

“Oppa….” Momo puts her hands together like a prayer. “Please?”

You don’t answer her and let Momo do what she wants. Momo holds onto your face, kissing you passionately as she starts to grind slowly. You get up with her legs wrapped around you and pin her to the wall near her bedroom. Momo’s tits are mashed onto your chest as she keeps kissing you.

“I love your body, Momo.”

“I know you do.”

“Get off and let me put it in, Momo."

Momo gets off, and you pull her panties down, throw her lingerie back on the couch, and insert your finger inside her. She groans loudly in surprise as you reach deep into her walls. You pull your finger out and give her a quick taste.

“You can call me anytime. Let’s fulfill our fantasies together.” Momo pleaded. 

You take off your pants and boxers, slowly teasing her folds with your tip, then insert your cock inside her. Momo squeals and moans softly as you thrust her while she spreads her legs.

“I love how deep you go into my pussy."

“You’re tight and so fucking wet already, Momo.” You penetrate her walls harder and choke her lightly. She arches her back, her head tilting more towards the wall. A small smile is seen on her face while she’s being choked. You grab onto her tits, squeezing them hard until they leave a print as you thrust slowly and deeply inside Momo. “You rather go to the bed or fuck right on this wall?”

“Fuck me here.” Momo said. 

“Bend over on the wall for me, Momo.” You pull out of her, and she turns around to give you a view of her ass. You give them a firm slap, gripping them from side to side. Momo groans as you caress and grope her. You insert your cock back in Momo as she arches more with her cheeks and hair against the wall. You penetrate her harder and pull her hair back. Momo clenches her teeth, taking your hard cock that’s giving her pain and pleasure.

All you hear are her moans and groans from being penetrated. Momo’s ass bounces each time your pelvis collides with her amazing body. You arch closer to her and grab onto her tits to make her stand up while you keep thrusting. You trace your fingers along her body with one hand and onto her neck, choking her slightly harder as you squeeze her firm tits with your other hand. The room becomes louder with a deeper tone of bodies colliding.

“Your body is perfect to fuck, Momo."

“It’s all yours…either way.” She said as she fought her groans to speak. Her voice was husky from you choking her neck. “Let me give you a special performance after your turn is over."

“I want to cum inside you first, Momo."

“I’ll make you cum again and again after this too."

“I love your confidence, Momo. It turns me so on to hear it while you’re naked."

“Fuck!” Momo yelled. 

“Cum for me, Momo. I know you want to.” You thrust her harder as her ass becomes mashed onto your pelvis. You glide your hand from her tits down to her clit, vigorously rubbing them in circles as she squirms. The room becomes louder, like a deep clap, consistently while you aggressively thrust her to your desires. Momo yells in a different pitch, clenching her teeth, and her eyes become shut. You push her to the wall gently with her cheeks mashed as she opens her mouth. She's breathing harder with her hair all messed up, clenching her teeth once again as she takes all the penetration.

Momo grabs onto your hand that’s rubbing her clit, squeezing tight as she starts to cum hard. She groans loudly, squealing next with her body all tense up and her feet curling into the floor. Her body pushes you, jerking and squirming hard as she’s still cumming. You feel how tight her walls get; thrusting harder is your only option as they become tighter. Her walls get you to your limit, pulsating violently, and you erupt inside her while she gasps for air. You release the pressure from her neck and hold onto her hips while her body is pinned to the wall.

“Momo." You took deep breaths.

“It was amazing. You came so hard."

“You did too, Momo. You’re amazing.” 

“Let’s take a break and drink the coconut water that we forgot about.” Momo laughed. You pull out of her, and thick cum oozes out quickly and onto the floor like a puddle. She squats down, scooping the top layer of cum and giving it a taste. “It tastes so good."

“Jihyo loved it too."

“I bet we all will. It’s like a prize after a hard fuck. Let’s sit on the couch.”

You walk to the couch with Momo and chug down the coconut water. Momo quickly gets on top of you, jerking you off again to get you hard. You stare at Momo; she’s giving you a seductive smile with a confident glare.

“No rest? You’re so horny, Momo.”

“I’m going to make you cum harder. I don’t care how quick it is; I’m going to keep riding.” She spits on your cock after. “You’re all mine until I get off."

“Okay, I’m sorry for teasing you when you had your clothes on.”

“It’s too late, Oppa; it’s too late.” She whispered in your ear. She inserts your cock inside as you both exchange groans again. Momo rides you slowly, planning to catch you off guard as she keeps the slow pace. You play with her tits, circling them and slapping lightly. You see a smirk in her smile as you both look at each other. She giggles after and squats on the couch. Momo picks up the pace as you squeeze her tits harder. She holds onto your shoulder, riding you aggressively, yet it’s so smooth like a wave. You groan harder and louder, closing your eyes while she's staring you down.

“Fuck, Momo!” 

“Cum if you can’t hold back. We aren’t done."

You remain in a trap, forgetting you can get her off without a problem, but she’s riding you so smoothly to the point of feeling paradise. You try to grab onto her tits, and Momo gets a hold of your hands, holding them to pin you down. She knows you enjoy this as she keeps her dominance. You breathe heavily, gasping as she gives you a soft, seductive chuckle.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum, Momo."

“Cum for me."

She rides you deeper, satisfying herself to see you getting exhausted quickly. There was no holding back, you erupt inside her and tilt your head back. She doesn’t stop, only wanting more to see you become weak to her riding you. She chuckles and places your hand on her tits to grab onto. You couldn’t lift your head up to see her; your head becomes heavy to even move due to her talent for riding.

“I finally get to see the weak side of you.” Momo teased you.

“You-”

“Want me to slow down?” You couldn’t respond as she kept riding. You breathe harder, trying to catch your breath. Momo doesn’t let you relax and keeps her pace to make you cum again. “I guess it’s a no."

You squeeze her tits as hard as possible, and she moans erotically at your aggression. She picks up the pace with riding and grinding on your cock. You can tell she’s not even tired from all her work, as she somehow keeps going. She lifts your head up and looks at each other. Her hair becomes more messy with stands glued to her opened mouth. She arches towards you to make out passionately, exchanging breaths while her ass collides with your pelvis.

You get to your limit after several minutes, exhausted at this point with your cock pulsating for another round of cum inside her pussy. 

“Momo, I’m-” You erupt hard inside her as your body tenses up. She pauses deep on your cock, letting all the cum flood her walls as Momo moans from feeling you erupt inside her. She aggressively makes out with you. Suddenly, Nayeon opens the door without you and Momo knowing. Nayeon screams at the sudden appearance of you and Momo fucking on the couch. You both stare at Nayeon in silence.

“Na-” You couldn’t finish your word in surprise.

“Oops, we got caught, Oppa.” Momo said. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Momo?" Nayeon said. 

“I thought you’d be back in two hours."

“I never said it would take two hours.” Nayeon said in a displeased tone. 

You sit there quietly with your cock still inside Momo and your hands on her tits. Nayeon goes to her room and closes the door. You try to get Momo off, but she doesn’t budge.

“Momo, I should go say sorry to her."

“Let her be until she cools down. How was my performance?"

“I-It was great, Momo. You got me there."

“Did it feel good?” She gives you a hug as her tits glue to your face. “Don’t pull out yet. Let’s rest for a bit."

“If it wasn’t good, then I wouldn’t have cum inside you two times while you were riding me."

“I’m glad you loved it. I did too.” She caresses your nape.

You both sit in silence, with you exploring her tits, kissing and nibbling them passionately as time goes by. She gives you more space, letting you check her body out.

“Can I feel your body for a bit more?"

“Of course.” She looks at you while you caress every part of her body. She happily smiles just seeing how gentle you can be without a wild time together. “Can we fuck gently and passionately next time?"

“We can. I want to see how passionate you can be, Momo."

“Is that how it went with Jihyo?” Momo gets off with more cum oozing out and sucks you off slowly with her tongue licking the underside of your cock.

“Yeah, we both had a good time. Can I go apologize to Nayeon now?"

“Yeah, sorry for making us get caught.” Momo kisses your cock. “Go to her; I’ll lick the tasty cum off myself."

“It’s okay, Momo. We had a good time either way.” You walk to Nayeon after dressing and knock on her door.

“Yes?” Nayeon said. 

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, Nayeon."

“It’s okay, Oppa; I didn’t expect to see it right on the couch. Next time, just do it at your house if you can with Momo."

“I will, Nayeon. See you next time."

“Alright, see you."

You walk back to Momo as she puts on her clothes in her room. “I’ll head out now, Momo."

“I guess; see ya.” She walks you to the door, and you head back home. While you’re going home, Momo walks to Nayeon’s room with a small sample of your cum to give Nayeon a taste.

“Taste it; it’s good.”

Nayeon looks at Momo with disgust. “Um, fine.” 

Working with Twice is fun; they get you to laugh. It was unprofessional of you, but no one cares. You became good friends with Jeongyeon; she always took care of you while you were doing your job. You unknowingly opened up to her—it’s something you don’t often do with a client. Jeongyeon was the primary reason why your heart soften up and blended in with society again. Tzuyu is the quietest in your eyes, but she’s very beautiful—enough to make you fall in love with her. You keep your career as professional as it can be, sadly. Wealth generates to you after all those years; you don’t spend much but only on necessary needs, owning a big house with three cars—a minimalistic lifestyle. 

———

You have to be with Jihyo today; she’s very mature by your standards. You get to her place freely; you’ve been trusted enough to be free around celebrities by yourself. You knock on the door, and she welcomes you to come in. "What’s the agenda for today, Jihyo?"

"Nothing; I just want you to keep me company." 

"You’ve got to be joking. I’ll get suspended since this isn’t my job to accompany you inside your own house, ma’am." 

"Don’t call me ma’am. We know each other very well already. Plus, the company is okay with this." 

“Jihyo, what am I supposed to be doing exactly?” You laughed.

"You’ve been working very hard; I want you to relax today." She gets on top of you while you sit on her couch. 

“Ji-”

“You deserve us.”

“What do you mean by us?”

"All nine of us, whenever we want you. Stop being so professional around us sometimes. It’s okay to enjoy some time with us. Come on, I want you today." 

You gulped, staring at each other. "I never imagined this from you, Jihyo." 

"Oppa, It’s different when there are no cameras around." She guides you closer by your chin and gives you a passionate kiss. You hug her, feeling her bra strap and gorgeous body. "That’s right, relax and fuck me." 

You glue your lips to hers; it’s soft as she moans quietly and arches closer to you. "If a word gets out, I won’t be able to work for you girls anymore." 

"You’re so wrong. If they do, I’m terminating my contract." She whispered in your ear. Your cock gets hard underneath your pants. She takes your shirt off violently; her desires surprise you, and you take her top off afterwards, seeing her big, tasteful tits with nipple covers interrupting a sight to see. You take her covers off gently and throw them to the side. Jihyo grabs your nape, pushing you towards her and give her tits a taste. "Big, aren’t they?" 

“They are.”

“You want to see me fully naked?”

“I do, Jihyo.”

She stands up, stripping seductively as you stare at her gorgeous body. Adrenaline rushes throughout your body; it seems like a dream to see a client go to this extent. Jihyo sits on top of you again, grabbing your hands to caress her tits. She looks at you, smiling and having a good time in her home. "May I take off your pants?"

“You may, Jihyo.”

She takes off your pants and your boxers. Jihyo gives your hard cock a kiss. "Looks amazing; may I have a taste, sir?" 

“Why are you calling me sir?” You chuckled.

“You called me ma’am. What do you expect.”

"I’ll take that back." You gently put your hand on her cheeks and your thumb right on her lips. She sucks on your thumb, using her tongue as she stares right at you. "Fuck, you’re so hot." 

She releases from your thumb, kissing the tip of your cock all the way down to the base. You keep looking at her, amazed by what the leader of Twice is doing to you. Jihyo wraps her mouth around your cock, slowly bobbing and using her tongue. She caresses your chest and holds on. You grab her hands off and hold onto her hands; you feel how soft her hands are. 

Jihyo doesn’t stop sucking you off; it’s slow, but you feel every nerve and pleasure she’s giving you—just what she wanted. You let her hands go and play with her hair. Jihyo smiles with the corner of her mouth and gives you a quick chuckle. She sucks you off deeper, hearing how wet she got your cock to be with her own saliva. You grunt quietly, tilting your head back into the headrest of her couch. You glide your hand from her hair to her cheeks; it’s softer than you thought, and everything about her body is amazing. 

“Jihyo, I want it inside you.”

She doesn’t respond, only getting up from her knees and getting on top of you again to insert your cock slowly. You both exchange groans while looking at each other. She covers her mouth, but you remove it in a matter of seconds. You love her voice and want to hear how her moans can sound even better. You nod at her slowly, and she chuckles at your desire to hear her moans. 

The sex is more natural with you both knowing each other enough to be naked. Jihyo glues her lips to yours and kisses each other, passionately fighting for dominance. It gets more messy as it turns into a tongue fight as both of your mouths coat each other with saliva. She searches for your hands and grabs them, pinning you down without any movement. She breaks the kiss, giggling along and staring at each other. 

“So aggressive, Jihyo.”

“You feel so good inside me.”

“I love how tight you are.”

“I bet you want to see how tight the rest of us are.”

“It does get me wondering.”

“Focus on me, you’re fucking me right now.”

You break out of her pinning you with ease. She gets surprised when she sees how easily you can break out. You grab her nape quickly, kissing her aggressively and passionately as she groans in pleasure. She grinds on you faster and holds onto your shoulders. Her breaths become heavy, and her moans become subtly louder. You grab her ass, caressing them with little gentle slaps. You hold on to her hips after; it gets more passionate as it goes on. The house becomes filled with her wet pussy grinding on your cock. You grunt harder, closing your eyes, until she puts her hands to the side of your face for another round of kisses. 

You couldn’t stop staring at her with those lustful eyes she’s showing you. She doesn’t stop grinding, riding you slowly—almost giving you a dance performance naked. Her tight pussy gets you overwhelmed; she’s moaning harder, and you both exchange silent breaths. Jihyo’s body tenses up momentarily from the feel of her thighs. You pull her closer to you, kissing her neck as her head leans on the headrest on the couch. "Cum for me, Jihyo." 

She grinds faster, moaning and squealing louder as she gets to her limit. A pause—body tenses up quickly with her body squirming hesitantly—that's pinning your thighs in. You hold her by the nape with your other hand on her back. You hug her in as she starts to cum, and Jihyo’s moaning right by your ear. You firmly grip her ass, spanking her gently as she rides out her orgasm. You kiss her shoulders until she catches her heavy breath.

“Cum inside me, I want it so bad.” She said while catching her breaths.

"I’m going to lay you on the couch." You grab onto her body with ease, tossing her to lie on the couch and take the lead. Her nape is on the armrest; she’s staring at the ceiling while you slowly thrust inside her. You give Jihyo's neck a kiss as she hugs you tight. Her moans turn into erotic groans, and her voice is so beautiful that it turns you on even more. "Such a beautiful voice, Jihyo." 

She couldn’t say anything, only groaning as you keep thrusting. You get to your limit, grunting and breathing harder. "I’m going to cum." 

“In..side.”

You erupt in her, as deep as you can penetrate, with her body squirming with your thrust. She starts squealing from feeling your warm cum deep inside her. You make out with her neck, breathing hard as you finish. In a quiet living room with only heavy breaths being heard, you pull out with cum oozing out quickly onto her couch. She scoops some of the cum and gives you a taste. 

“You taste good.”

“Can I have you again sometime?” You asked Jihyo.

“Of course. Just call me whenever. You want some ramen?”

“How can you ask me for ramen so casually after we fucked.” You burst into laughter.

“Oppa, I should treat you since you came over.”

“If you don’t mind making it.” You put on your clothes with Jihyo and she goes to the kitchen.

“You know who you should fuck next?”

“Tzuyu?” You confidently said daringly.

"Hmmm, I don’t know about her; she plays hard. I never said any names; do you like Tzuyu or what?" 

“Honestly, she’s interesting, I would date her if I have the chance.”

“Beautiful isn’t she?” Jihyo added.

“Very.”

“I even took a shower with her. Aren’t you jealous?” She teased you.

“No, I want to know her more.”

“Well, you’ve got a lot to make up. She will open up to you if she’s interested enough. By opening up, I meant letting you know her, not her legs.”

“I’m not that dumb, Jihyo. Wait, you’re on a pill right?”

“Don’t worry, we all are.”

“If I do this with idols, do you think Tzuyu will care?”

“As long as you show her love, I’m sure she won’t care. You should get Momo naked next.”

“She does have an amazing body.”

“I bet she will drain you constantly. You’ve seen her dance.”

“So, do I ask her or you will ask her?”

“Don’t worry, she will give you a call.”

Jihyo brings the bowls of ramen, "let’s eat. Another round of sex after?" 

“Settle down, Jihyo.” You laughed and eat the ramen.

After finishing the ramen with Jihyo, she washes the dishes right after. You relax on her couch while watching TV and on your phone. Jihyo comes back to sit next to you, caressing your thighs as she comes closer. Jihyo doesn’t say anything; she only wants to have you inside her again. Her lips glue to yours, passionately kissing loudly while you start to caress her body. Her lips are tasteful—hints of ramen broth as you keep kissing her. You grab her nape, gluing her lips right on yours as she fights for dominance. She holds onto the side of your face, kissing you more while she groans quietly. 

Jihyo breaks the kiss, catching her breath as she looks at you. “Can we have a quickie instead? Cum in my mouth.”

“I will, Jihyo. Get on your knees.”

She gets down, pulling off your pants and boxers, sucking you off quickly right away. You play with her hair, feeling her jawline and her cheeks as she keeps bobbing her head. You both look at each other lustfully. You love her eyes—dilated pupils from being turned on as she sucks you off. You love how mature she is by pleasing both of you and not taking the moments in a more amateur way. You start to breathe harder, loving the way she sucks you off so passionately. She squeezes your cock, jerking you off slowly, sucking and licking your tip consecutively. 

“Fuck, Ji-”

"Mm-hmm." She gave you a reply, you couldn’t tell what she was saying. Jihyo keeps her pace as she plays with her tits, showing you a view that you couldn’t look away from. Jihyo removes her hand, sucking you off deeper as she gags quickly, releasing from your cock to cough. Jihyo stares at you while she jerks you off—her eyes become red, and a small amount of saliva drips off her chin. You wipe her chin off, and she goes back to sucking you off. 

"You’re going to make me cum, Jihyo; keep going." You gather her hair into a ponytail, and she sucks you off quickly. Jihyo makes slight gags and chokes as she tries to make you cum inside her mouth. "Just like that, don’t stop. I’m going to cum." You grunt harder; you grip her hair, overwhelmed by her sucking you off. You erupt inside her mouth, Jihyo pauses and looks at you with gratitude. You hear her swallowing all your cum as she uses her tongue on your sensitive tip. 

Jihyo kisses your tip, and you lift her head up with your hand on her chin. Your thumb wipes off the cum on her lips, and Jihyo sucks on your thumb slowly. She gives you a seductive smile while you catch your breath.

“You loved it didn’t you?” Jihyo said.

“I did.”

“You taste so good, glad I was the first to get it.”

“I want to taste you, Jihyo.”

She nods, “you can next time. It’s only so I can get more of you.”

Nayeon shouts in surprise at what she read in a post. “Is this real? A korean Barbie?” The other members she shared a room with woken up by the sudden noise. Nayeon is born to be an idol, she loves being in the spotlight more than anyone. She knows that playing Barbie is a once in a lifetime role. Something that will put her name in a legendary status. She spent her night looking for more information about the audition and now she is in front of you.

“Ms. Im Nayeon,” you said her name out loud as you scanned her idol portfolio. You were impressed by her group's sustained success with an expanding kpop industry. A famous idol for a famous role sure checks a mark. Nayeon is wearing a pink tight dress that hugs the curves of her fine body. She made sure to wear a pink dress to show you she looks good in the iconic pink color theme of Barbie.

“Your name alone can make people go to theaters to see you as Barbie but there are other idols that can look good in this role,” You paused as you looked straight in Nayeon’s eyes. “Are you the best fit for this role?” You asked the woman in front of you. The idol smiles and almost chuckles at your question. “I am Barbie!” Her eyes light up and a wide smile spreads across her lips. She is convinced that this is her movie. “You may start your “audition.” You said stoically.

Nayeon stands up on her seat, you take a good look of her illustrious body as she walks across the table to get in front of you. The idol leans closer to your face, barely an inch of space between the two lips. Nayeon eyes catches yours before she moves her lips even closer, giving you a kiss. You can feel Nayeon plump lips as she sucks your lower lip into a kiss. Her lips are as soft as they look. You can feel her lips alternating from light pecks to sucking as wants to feel all parts of your lips.

Nayeon holds the side of your face, guiding you to stand up as you willing do to not break the kiss. The two of you are now standing alone in the room. As she continues to kiss you, she finds your hands to put in on top of her ass. She paused for a moment to smile as she felt your hand grabbing hard on her ass. She buries her lips on yours again while your hand wanders and grabs her ass on different sides, you were surprised how soft her ass is.

She wraps her arms around your neck as she goes for a kiss. Her tongue is now gracing your lips occasionally as she’s teasing you for a French kissing. You can feel her holding back, baiting you to meet her tongue. The kiss continued and when you felt her tongue again, you opened your mouth more for the two tongues to intertwine. She grabs the hair at the back of your head as the kiss intensifies. Sloppy sounds can be heard as the two of you are seemingly drunk by the kiss. Saliva is dripping down on the side of both of your mouth as the kiss turns into a wet mess.

Nayeon pulls out of the kiss as she takes a breath. A string of saliva still connects to the two lips. The both of you felt hot by the torrid kissing. Nayeon felt your bulge poking her. Lust filled eyes she looks at you before continuing the kiss. Her hand reaches down to caress your bulge as she still holds the kiss. “You’re hard.” She manages to say in between kisses. Her long fingers swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. You can feel her hand slowly finding its way inside your pants. Only the fabric of your underwear is in between her hand and your hard cock. She reaches even deeper to touch your balls, giving it a light grab as her hand massages your cock way up to your tip.

Nayeon fingers linger around your hard tip, feeling how hard it is. “Shall I?” The idol said. You nodded and Nayeon kissed you again as her hands found the waistband of your underwear to pull it down. Your cock touches her dress as it springs up. She abruptly stops the kiss to look at your cock. She smiles as it’s as big as she expects from a foreign man. Her tongue enters your mouth again as she invites you for another make out.

You can feel her touching your tip and it slowly goes down to your shaft. She’s feeling the length of your cock as her hands moved back and forth to the hilt of your haft up to your tip. You can tell she got aroused by your cock as her lips feel like she wants you to kiss her more. Nayeon’s hand is faster by every moment. Her hand is now ejaculating your hard cock while her tongue continues to explore your mouth.

Nayeon’s mind is getting clouded with curiosity the more she caresses your cock. She pulls back out of the kiss and gives you a look before kneeling in front of you. She kisses the tip of your cock while she’s looking up at you. She gives you a smile before moving her head to the side to give pecks of kisses on each side of your shaft. You left out a moan as you got surprised by the sudden sensation of her tongue on your balls. Her face is covered in half by your shaft as she slowly licks your balls.

Nayeon made you moan again when she gently put one of your balls in her mouth and softly sucked it. You hold your shaft to give it a few strokes but the woman catches it and guides it away. She holds your cock by herself and strokes it. Her tongue licks in rhythm with her stroke. You can’t help but moan by how pleasurable her tongue feels. Nayeon smiles when she sees you trying to contain your moans.

Nayeon moves back in front of your tip. Stop for a moment waiting for you to look down at her. The woman licks your pee home which makes you release another moan. Nayeon is enjoying your reaction, she continues to lick on your tip. Her tongue licking at the back of it making sure she graces all parts of it. Nayeon is now sucking your tip, she sucks it slow and hard making your cock feel sensitive. You hold her by the hair to pull her head away but she fights back to continue to suck your tip. Your head tilted back as she continued to give you pleasure.

Nayeon felt her underwear was wet. She got too aroused by sucking your cock. Nayeon puts her hands inside her wet underwear to touch herself while she continues to put your cock in her mouth. Getting off the high by her pleasure. You look down to see her again and notice that her other hand is under her dress. “Lay on the table,” you instructed her. It's your turn to give her pleasure.

Nayeon lay on the table with her legs spread open, waiting for your touch. Her underwear is soaking wet. The woman moaned as she felt your hands move up on her slit. You pressed your thumb over her wet underwear to stimulate her clit. You feel a nub on the upper part of her slit and flick it gently. Nayeon moans as she’s already too aroused. Your hands want to explore her more. You move her wet under to the side to reveal her glistening wet slit.

Nayeon expects to feel your fingers inside her but she moans loud as she feels your tongue instead. Your tongue licks the bottom of her slit up to her clit painfully slow for her. Nayeon arched her back with the sudden sensation. You give her slit a kiss peck like what she did on you. Before licking the wetness on her slit. You flick her clit with your tongue and this made Nayeon pull your hair. You suck on her clit before flicking it again. You can feel Nayeon's legs tremble.

Nayeon is looking for something to hold, she knocks over the papers and other stuff on the table. You hold her legs in place as you continue to eat her up. You move down to her entrance and lick deep within her. Nayeon moans again as she can feel your tongue moving inside her. You lick back on her clit to give way with your two fingers. With a swift move. You put your two fingers inside as Nayeon is still soaking wet. The woman felt this and arched her back again.

Nayeon's other hand is over her head, gripping on the other end of the table. “ARGHHHHH” her extremely loud moan fills the room. You now start to move your fingers inside her. Her walls hug your fingers as you pull it back before thrusting it inside her again. You aim up on her inside walls to reach her g-spot. Nayeon made it clear that you’re hitting it by her loud moans and shaking body. “I-l’m n-near,” the woman weakly said. Nayeon’s legs are shaking even more. You continue hitting her g-spot until she finally orgasm. Her moans become more loud and high pitched as she releases. The woman lay flat on the table.

Nayeon felt her underwear was getting stripped down. Her dress got pushed up on her waist. Nayeon looks up to see you standing on infront of her slit. Your cock is already lined up on her slit. “Fuck me please,” the weak woman said. Her messy wet slit is being spread open as your cock is penetrating her. Nayeon moans as she feels your cock getting inside her. Your huge cock is filling her slit. Her walls feel so tight around your cock as your whole shaft is inside her.

Nayeon bites her lips as she can feel the size and shape of your cock leaving her slit. Slowly pushing your cock inside again, the idol arched her back in pleasure as she felt more how her inside was getting stretched with your slow pace. Nayeon looks at you in her half open eyes, inviting you for a kiss. You lean forward to meet her lip as the tired woman gathers her strength to kiss you. She bites the lower side of your lips to pull you closer before her tongue meets yours. You give her a slow and deep trust as the kiss continues.

You pull away from the kiss as you can still feel her tiredness. You peck her neck before sucking at her soft skin. You move your tongue to lick her neck and this made the woman moan loudly again. You move to different parts of her neck to suck as you want to leave hickeys in her soft white skin. Nayeon moans in your ear as she feels your lips on her neck. “F-fuck me.” Nayeon whispers her plea as she wants more of you.

You stand up straight to focus on penetrating her. You hold her small waist as you give her deep thrusts. Nayeon groans with your every movement. You put her legs on your shoulder to get deeper in her. Nayeon closes her eyes as she feels your pace is getting faster. The table creeks as you continue to penetrate her. Nayeon felt your hands cupping her boobs over her shoulder. Nayeon managed to pull her dress up, inviting you to reach for her boobs under her dress.

Nayeon is only wearing a nipple tape to cover her nipples. She moans as you peel it with force and moans again as you pinches her nipples with your fingers. This made Nayeon's legs tremble again. Insinuating she’s about to orgasm again. You fasten your trust as you want to climax with her.

“Cum inside me.”

“Cum inside your next Barbie.”