The sun kept reflecting off the sea as if thousands of tiny mirrors were dancing on the water. The sound of the waves gently lapping against the wooden platform created a calm, almost hypnotic rhythm.

Lisa braced her arms on the deck's wood and lifted herself out of the water. Her skin glistened under the strong afternoon light. The light-colored bikini, with tiny red prints, was held in place by delicate ties on the sides of her hips, which swayed slightly with the sea breeze.

She climbed up slowly, her knees touching the sun-warmed wood.

For a moment, she brought her hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the brightness.

"Wow..." she murmured with an amused smile. "I think the sun is trying to blind me today."

When she lowered her hand, she saw him there.

Standing still near the edge of the platform.

Watching.

Lisa tilted her head slightly to the side, studying him with a look that mixed curiosity and amusement. She moved forward a few inches on her knees across the wood, drawing closer.

"So..." she said, drawing out her voice a little, "you just stood there this whole time?"

He crossed his arms.

"Maybe."

She let out a low laugh.

"Maybe?" she repeated. "That sounds like the answer of someone who got caught looking."

She rested one hand on the deck, leaning her body slightly forward as she stared at him.

"Don't worry..." she continued with a smirk. "I don't usually charge admission."

The wind passed again, making the bikini strings flutter.

He still wasn't saying much, which seemed to amuse Lisa even more.

"You know..." she said, moving a little closer on her knees, "this place is dangerous."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Dangerous?"

Lisa nodded slowly.

"Yes." She looked at the sea behind her for an instant and then returned her gaze to him. "The water is beautiful... the sun is strong... and sometimes someone interesting appears, watching."

She rested her chin on her hand, pretending to think.

"Then you start wondering if you should get out of the water... or keep provoking a little."

She looked up at him from below.

"What do you think I should do?"

The silence between them grew heavier than before.

Lisa broke into a slow smile.

"Careful..." she said in a playful tone. "If you keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you want me to stay here."

The silence between them grew even denser, charged with something beyond the sea breeze and the afternoon heat. Lisa held his gaze for a few seconds, her dark eyes shining with a mix of challenge and curiosity. Then, unhurriedly, she stood up, water streaming down her body, forming little rivulets that disappeared into the deck's wood.

She took a step toward him. Then another.

When she stopped, she was so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body, a temperature different from the sun's, denser, more dangerous. Lisa tilted her head back to look at him — he was tall, much taller than her, and the height difference made her feel small in a way that, surprisingly, didn't bother her.

"You're quiet, huh?" she murmured, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "I like that. I like a man who observes before he acts."

Her hand rose slowly, her fingers finding the fabric of the shorts he was wearing. Lisa bit her lower lip as her palm slid over the surface, feeling the volume beneath the cloth. Her eyes widened slightly.

"Wow..." the word escaped in a breath, almost involuntary. "That is... you're..."

She squeezed gently, confirming the sensation. The shorts hid nothing — or rather, they hid a lot, but what they hid was enormous. Lisa felt her own body respond, a heat rising from her belly, a dampness beginning to form between her thighs.

"Is that for real?" she laughed, a sound both nervous and excited. "You're not hiding a torpedo in there, are you?"

With a slow, deliberate movement, she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his shorts and pulled down. The fabric slid down his thighs, pooling at his ankles, and the penis emerged before her — enormous, thick, dark, already partially erect and growing by the second under her fixed gaze.

Lisa held her breath.

"My God..." she murmured, her eyes fixed on that sight. "Look at that..."

She stood still for a long moment, just observing. The penis was darker than the rest of his skin, a deep brown that contrasted with the pale palm of her hand when she wrapped it around him, feeling the weight, the texture, the heat.

"It's so thick," she whispered, almost to herself. "So... perfect."

Her fingers could barely meet around the circumference. Lisa squeezed lightly, feeling the pulse, the blood rushing beneath the thin skin, the member hardening even more under her touch.

"And it's going to grow more?" she asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. "It's going to get even bigger?"

The answer came in the form of a stronger pulse in her hand.

Lisa smiled, a slow smile.

She knelt on the deck's wood, kneeling before him like someone preparing for a ritual. The position made her feel even smaller, even more vulnerable — and that excited her more than she expected.

With her free hand, she guided the penis to her face, letting the tip rest against her cheek. The weight was real, the temperature warm, and Lisa closed her eyes for a second, feeling.

Then she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"You think this fits?" she asked, her voice sweet, almost innocent, completely dissonant from the situation. "In my mouth? You think I can?"

She didn't wait for an answer.

She brought the tip to her lips, kissing it lightly first, like testing the water's temperature. Then she opened her mouth and tried to envelop the head.

She couldn't.

The head was too thick, occupying all the space, pressing against the roof of her mouth and her cheeks at the same time. Lisa tried to go down a little more and choked, pulling back with teary eyes.

"Sorry," she laughed, embarrassed, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. "Sorry, it's just... I've never sucked one this big before. I swear."

She looked at the penis, at the size, at the thickness, and then at him.

"You're going to have to teach me," she murmured, her voice lower. "Or at least be patient."

She leaned in again, this time slower. She licked the tip first, in slow circles, tasting it — salty, warm, masculine. Then she tried again to envelop it with her lips, but only managed the head.

"Like this?" she asked, her voice muffled, her eyes seeking his. "Is it good like this?"

She began to move, a clumsy back-and-forth motion that barely covered two centimeters of the member. Saliva ran down her chin, dripping onto her neck, falling on the deck. Lisa didn't care. She was focused, determined to learn, to discover how to please that man.

Her free hand held the base, massaging what her mouth couldn't reach, while her tongue explored the head in increasingly daring circles.

"Show me," she pleaded, taking her mouth away for an instant, her breath ragged. "Show me how you like it. Teach me."

Lisa leaned in again, but now her eyes didn't stray from that sight before her. The penis seemed even bigger up close, the veins running across the dark surface like maps of a territory she had barely begun to explore. She ran her tongue slowly along the side, feeling every ridge, every texture, her eyes half-closed in a mix of concentration and ecstasy.

"It's so big," she murmured against his skin, her lips brushing the shaft.

Her hand slid down, finding his balls. They were heavy, full, and Lisa cupped them carefully, feeling the weight, the heat. She lowered her face, burying her nose in the wrinkled skin, inhaling deeply.

The smell was strong — sweat, masculinity, that dense, animal odor rising from skin after a day in the sun. Lisa's eyes rolled back, her mouth opening in a muffled moan.

"My God," she whispered, her voice drunk with desire. "That smell... you smell so... so manly..."

Her tongue found its way, licking his balls with the same devotion she had given the penis. She tasted them, feeling the salty flavor of the skin, the sweat accumulated in the folds. Each lick was slow, deliberate, as if she were savoring a rare delicacy.

"I love this," she confessed, her voice muffled against his skin. "I love big dicks. Love it. I'm a slutty whore who loves big dicks, you know?"

She laughed, a drunken sound, as she continued licking, now alternating between his balls and the base of his penis. The hand not holding his balls massaged the shaft, feeling the thickness, the hardness.

"Look at this," she murmured, looking at her own fist that could barely close around the circumference. "My hand doesn't close. It doesn't close, can you believe it? And I'm going to have to put this in my mouth. In my throat."

She looked at him, her eyes shining with a mix of challenge and adoration.

"You're going to see me choke, huh? You're going to see little Lisa all drooly trying to swallow this trophy."

Before he could answer, she turned her face and began to move her tongue upward. She passed over his balls again, licking every inch, went up the base, up the shaft, and when she reached behind his balls, she found the way.

The rimjob.

Lisa pressed her face into that space, her tongue finding the sensitive skin between his balls and his ass. She licked there with the same devotion, feeling the smell even more concentrated, the taste even stronger. Her eyes rolled back again, a long, obscene moan escaping against his skin.

"That's it..." she murmured, her voice muffled. "Yes, that's it... what a taste... what a smell..."

Her tongue explored every fold, every inch of that sweaty perineum, while her hand continued to massage his penis in a slow, firm rhythm. She was lost, completely lost in that task, in the smell, in the taste, in the size of what she had before her.

"I could stay here all day," she confessed, her voice breaking. "All day licking you. Smelling you."

She licked deeper, the tip of her tongue brushing his asshole for an instant, and the moan that escaped her was almost a cry of pleasure.

"I want everything," she whispered. "I want your taste, your smell, your dick, your cum. I want everything inside me."

She finally pulled away, breathless, her face shining with her own saliva, her eyes glazed. She looked at the erect penis before her, pulsating, covered in the moisture she had left.

"Now," she said, her voice hoarse, "now I'm going to try again."

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and went down.

This time it was deeper. The head passed, the shaft began to enter, and Lisa felt the penis filling every space, pushing her tongue down, pressing against the roof of her mouth. She tried to relax her throat, tried to let it pass, but when it hit the back, she choked.

She pulled away coughing, eyes watering, saliva running down her chin in thick strands.

"Sorry," she laughed, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Sorry, it's just too big. Too much. But I want it. I want it so much."

She went down again, determined.

This time she managed a little more. The head entered, the shaft slid, and she felt the taste get stronger, more concentrated. The smell of his body, the sweat, the excitement, everything mixed into an intoxicating perfume that made her want more.

Her eyes rolled back as his head hit the back of her throat. She felt the gag reflex but pushed, forced it, wanted more. Her free hand massaged his balls, feeling them contract, prepare.

When she finally pulled away to breathe, the penis was covered in saliva, gleaming under the afternoon light. Lisa looked at him with half-closed eyes, her mouth half-open, her breath ragged.

"I want your cum," she said simply. "I want it all. I want to fill my mouth. I want to swallow every drop."

She went down again, but now in a faster, more desperate rhythm. His head hit the back of her throat with each thrust, and Lisa tasted the pre-cum starting to appear — salty, slightly bitter, addictive.

"That's it," she murmured against his penis, her voice vibrating on his skin. "That's it, cum, cum in the whore's mouth, fill this slutty mouth..."

She felt when he started to pulse. The balls contracted in her hand, his whole body tensed, and then the first jet hit the back of her throat.

Lisa moaned, a muffled, happy sound, as the hot semen ran over her tongue, filled her mouth, went down her throat in an endless flow. It was a lot. More than she expected. More than any man had ever given.

Her eyes rolled back, her hands holding tight to her thighs, as she tried to swallow, tried to handle it all. But it was too much. The semen ran from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the deck, running down her chin, mixing with saliva.

She choked.

But she didn't stop.

Even coughing, even with teary eyes, she kept her mouth on his penis, sucking every drop, licking the tip while the last jets still came out. When he finally stopped pulsing, Lisa slowly pulled away, her mouth full, her cheeks puffed.

She looked at him, eyes still watering, face dirty with cum and saliva, and opened her mouth to show.

Then she swallowed.

Slowly, deliberately, feeling each warm gulp go down her throat. When she finished, she licked her lips, cleaning the excess with her tongue.

"Mmm," she murmured, her voice hoarse. "Tasty. So tasty."

STARRING: KARINA, MOMO, NATTY

A car was rushing through the street close to the suburbs. It ran borderline reckless, passing the speed limit. The driver knew the road was empty, and he knew the area well. There was a reason why he was driving with such extreme urgency.

The driver's name was Yeonhoon, a rookie journalist, a Dispatch journalist. Yeonhoon was so ambitious to reach the top of the industry, and to do that, he needed to get a big scoop, not only big, but a jackpot. Obviously, his seniors were gatekeeping all the sources for themselves, and as a rookie, Yeonhoon needed to start from scratch.

While his seniors were mostly into bigger celebrities and politics, Yeonhoon mostly stuck with idol shows such as music shows. But music shows were dry. There was almost no scandal that could help him getting promotion and a bonus. Idols were strictly controlled there, and many big names like BLACKPINK or BTS rarely attended such shows anymore, and even when they did, they would only do interviews with invited journalists.

But Yeonhoon wasn’t the type who easily gave up. He thought that if he couldn’t get a scoop of a scandal, let the scandal come to him.

For the last four weeks, Yeonhoon had spreading a bait. He told the staff of the music shows that there was a safe hotel in the suburb that was safe for celebrities to “meet up”. Yeonhoon just hoped that the staff would spill it to the idols who were performing there. Obviously, the “meet up” meant something that couldn’t be caught, as in “dating”.  Yeonhoon knew the owner of the hotel, so if an idol took the bait, the owner would inform him.

It took four months and some desperation, but finally, Yeonhoon got the call from the owner that a female idol booked a room in that motel. It was 30 minutes ago, and Yeonhoon was driving like a maniac so he wouldn’t miss the jackpot that he had waited for.

I wonder what scandal it will be. For an idol to secretly come alone to that shady motel, it must be scandalous. What is it? Dating? Or even better, prostitution!

Yeonhoon couldn’t help but grin. The owner said he recognized the idol. If a man who was entertainment illiterate, like the owner of that motel, recognized the idol, then she must be a big figure.

Finally, the motel was in sight. It was a small hotel with three floors. The area around it was mostly a small shopping district that was only crowded in the morning.

Yeonhoon hurriedly parked his car and went to the receptionist. The owner was on duty himself, and when he saw Yeonhoon, he hurriedly picked the key for the room next to where the idol was staying. Why not the master key? Because if he gave him the master key, whatever Yeonhoon would do with those idols, the owner could get tangled directly if something bad happened.

“Hyung!” Yeonhoon called. The owner tossed him the key.

“Room 307.”

Yeonhoon was confused whether the room he mentioned was his room or the room where the idol was staying. But the confusion was easily cleared by looking at the number of the room on the key he just tossed: 306.

“Thanks, Hyung. Really.”

“You need to treat me if it works.”

“Obviously. I’ll treat you to alcohol until you're bored with it.”

Hurriedly, he ran to the third floor. Yeonhoon didn’t take the lift since he thought it would be slow.

“306… 306… 3…0…6!” After he found the door with a sign written “306” in fake gold accents, he hurriedly put the key while staring at the door “307”.

CLICK. The door was open. After closing the door, Yeonhoon carefully, but swiftly, put his camera bag on the bed. After quickly assembling it, he went to the balcony.

It was all planned. The motel rooms had a balcony each, and they were close. Room 307 was at the corner, and the balconies were even closer.

Carefully, without even jumping, just stretching his legs, Yeonhoon could reach the balcony. It was still risky, but getting his first scandal turned him into a daredevil.

The landing wasn’t the smoothest, but also not the quietest. It created noise, but it was closer to the quiet side. Yeonhoon was stunned at first, thinking he screwed up, but there was no one coming from the room.

He saw the glass door of the balcony was unlocked; no, he already asked his friend to break the lock, so it couldn’t be locked, so he could infiltrate the room from the balcony.

The white curtain of the glass window blocked him from what was happening inside, but from the gap of the door, he could hear moans. He thought it was clearly scandalous.

Carefully, he approached the door and opened it with his camera pointing at the center of the room.

“Holy—”

His heart almost stopped. Chill through his spine. Body trembling. Yeonhoon thought he was ready, but apparently not quite.

Since he had been covering idols in music shows, he was up to date with the faces, from the big fishes to the small fries. There were three particular idols he remembered at the moment:

First, Natty, a member of a group called Kiss of Life. She is a foreign member, a Thai, and exotic.

Second, Karina. Who didn’t know her? She is a top idol of the current generation. If, as a journalist who covers idol news, he didn’t know her, he should jump from the top of a building.

Three, Momo. One of the most famous Japanese members of the national idol group, TWICE. He knew her quite well because she was so popular among the men of his peer group.

Between those three idols, there was a similarity they shared: They were busty, the sex icons in their respective group, and also the most sexualized.

And those sex icons were together in that room, bare naked, crashing their beautiful, big, meaty, sweaty tits at each other. Both the seniors, Karina and Momo, were bullying the junior. At the edge of the bed, they sat together, pinning her in the middle. Momo was eating Natty’s lips, chewing them with her lips, dripping saliva on Natty’s exotic tits. At the same time, on the left, Karina was sucking Natty’s tits aggressively, sucking that chocolate nipple until her cheeks deflated while her right hand stretched down to between Natty’s legs, fingering her well-trimmed pussy.

Yeonhoon was ready for a dating scandal, but for a lesbian threesome? It was beyond his imagination. As soon as he saw those beauties in the room, it was an instant boner.

Fuck. Don’t freeze, dammit. This is it!

His hands were shaking as he aimed his lens from the gap of the door, aiming at that otherworldly eroticness, *SNAP*, aiming at those glistening milkers that kept slipping on each other's skin due to the sweat, *SNAP* aiming at the saliva that kept spilling from their lips, dripping and mixing with the sweat, *SNAP*, aiming at those bodies that jolting out of the ecstasy.

Momo tangled Natty’s dark hair with her fingers, yanking her head back to expose her throat. Karina’s tongue drew trails down on Natty’s trembling, faint abs. Natty’s thighs trembled around Karina’s wrist, her wet pussy clenching around those naughty fingers, her moans muffled against Momo, who was devouring her mouth.

Catching Momo off-guard, Karina hand grabbed her breast, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. Momo bit Natty’s lower lip with her lips by reflex, drawing a whimper from Natty.

“You!” Momo giggled at Karina. She funnily glared at her junior, stretching her arms to catch Karina’s arms before pulling her closer.

“Kyaa!” Karina screamed girlishly, half laughing.

Momo pinned Karina down on the bed, getting on top of her, forcing Karina’s legs she forced to wide open. Her massive tits scooped Karina’s glistening tits, easily slipping in between. Their tits crushing each other, with Momo’s tits weighing from the top, deflated it slightly.

Punishing Karina, Momo’s lips crashed into her lips, her tongue forcing its way past Karina’s parted lips as her hands kneaded those slippery, plump, perky tits roughly from the side. Fingers dug deep into the supple flesh, making Karina’s nipples stiffen painfully. Momo’s own heavy breasts swayed against Karina’s chest. A muffled moan vibrated between their connected mouths.

Didn’t want to lose, Karina’s fingers dug into Momo’s soft, pillowy tits, her nails leaving faint crescent marks on Momo’s skin as she squeezed hard enough to make Momo hiss. Their swollen nipples brushed together, sending electric jolts down their spines. They were competing to see who could torture harder.

Natty joined the battle royale. She came behind Momo, stretching her right hand down. Her finger slid down on Momo’s clean butt crack and dipped into Karina’s wet pussy. At the same time, while her fingers started swimming inside Karina’s pussy, her forearm rubbed against Momo’s clit. Two birds with one stone. Natty made both her seniors look like they were electrocuted.

“O-Ouhh!!”

Yeonhoon could see juice squirting from Momo’s cunt. Obviously, he didn’t miss the picture, zooming it straight to Momo’s dripping pussy.

Apparently, Momo was weak with the rubbing attack. The intense tickling around her labia could shoot her to orgasm.

Momo changed her target back to Natty. But, before she could leave Karina, the girl grabbed Momo’s shoulder to stop her. Then, with Natty’s help, they outpowered Momo and threw her down.

“You can’t just do anything you want as you please, sunbae,” Karina said.

“Now, the hunter is hunted,” Natty smirked as she said that.

While Natty held Momo down, Karina climbed and sat on Momo’s face. Then, Natty went below, grabbing Momo’s slippery legs, pressing her own pussy against Momo’s, scissoring her.

Momo gasped as Karina’s pussy smothered her face, her thick thighs clamping around Momo’s head. Below, Natty ground her slick cunt against Momo’s, their swollen lips meshing together in chaotic rhythm. Momo’s body arched helplessly between them. Karina could feel Momo’s moans vibrating on her vagina. Every time Natty thrust Momo’s clit, the friction made both of them squeal.

It was such an intense scene. Even from where Yeonhoon hid, he could still hear Momo’s moan, wondering how loud her moan actually was. Karina’s thighs trembled as she rode Momo’s tongue, the fingers gripping the headboard for balance while Momo’s nose dug into her clit. Meanwhile, squirts launched repeatedly from where Natty’s swollen pussy crashed against Momo’s, and both of them were having an orgasm together.

Yeonhoon had a hard time breathing as if he were dancing with those beauties. His fingers trembled as he adjusted the lns, capturing every bounce and jiggle of their heavy tits. Droplets of sweat flew from their colliding bodies, the camera catching the glisten of their slick skin under the dim motel lights.

Natty, Momo, and Karina had been drowned in lust that they couldn’t hear the sound of Yeonhoon’s camera snapping their pictures. Lucky for Yeonhoon, but it wasn’t forever. After quite a while, *SNAP* Natty noticed the sound.

“Huh?” She stopped rubbing her clit against Momo’s clit.

*SNAP*

“Sunbae, you heard that?”

“Ahh hAHh OOuhH~ Don’t stop, Natty-ah~” Momo said, half of her words were muffled by Karina’s tight seal.

*SNAP*

Natty heard that sound again. Then, her eyes were drawn to the curtain that was blown by the wind. The sun was casting shadows from outside into the room. That was when Natty realized a human shadow.

“KYAA!!” Natty was hysterical. Her scream startled Momo, Karina, and even Yeonhoon.

“What is it?” Karina jumped off Momo’s face, panicking.

“There is someone on the balcony!”

“Crap!”

“Get him!” Momo screamed.

Natty and Karina ran for their life while naked. Their big tits were flapping violently as they jumped off the bed. Even though their legs were still trembling, they forced themselves to run. The crisis pumped their adrenaline.

Yeonhoon actually had enough time to escape, but the jump he needed to make to the other balcony was quite scary because he was panicking. One misstep and he could fall. And his hesitation to jump made Karina and Natty able to catch him.

“Got you!” Natty said as she and Karina grabbed Yeonhoon’s shirt and pulled him together.

“Fuck!” He gave quite a fight. Natty and Karina were having a tough time, but when Momo came, they could overpower him.

“Bring him inside, hurry!”

The trio dragged Yeonhoon inside. After that, Karina snatched Yeonhoon’s camera from his hands while Momo and Natty kept holding him.

“Hurry! Delete the photos!” Momo said.

“Huh?” Karina looked confused as she checked Yeonhoon’s camera. “There is no photo here!”

“Sunbae, check the memory card!” said Natty.

Hurriedly, Karina checked the side of the camera where the memory card slot was, but it was empty.

“No memory card!”

“He must be hiding it somewhere!” Momo said. “Natty, search him. Jimin-ah, help me hold him.”

“Yes, Sunbae.”

“Oh fuck!” Yeonhoon was frustrated.

In panic, Natty patted his body. No memory card. Her hands went down, checking his pants pocket. No memory.

Seeing no result, the trio grew frustrated. At first, Natty thought she had checked everywhere, but apparently not.

“Maybe…” She murmured as she slipped her hand under his pants, inside his underwear, rummaging Yeonhoon’s crotch.

“O-ohk!”

His breath hitched, and his body stiffened as Natty’s fingers brushed against his stiffening cock, her fingers probing blindly beneath his waistband. The soft pads of her fingertips traced the swollen vein along his shaft, groping for the memory card.

And finally…

“Got it!” Natty found the memory card below Yeonhoon’s sack, on the base of her underwear. When she pulled her hand, there were a few strands of his pube stuck on her fingers, but the memory card was in her hand, showing it to Karina and Momo.

“Flush it!”

“No!”

Yeonhoon struggled with all his might, and finally, he could break free from Momo and Karina. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop Natty, who had a head start, running to the bathroom.

As soon as Natty stepped into the bathroom, she tossed the memory card into the toilet and flushed it.

Yeonhoon arrived too late. When he heard the sound of the flush, he screamed in frustration.

“NOOO!!” He saw the memory card already sucked into the toilet.

Natty avoided Yeonhoon and returned to Momo and Karina. They looked relieved, but they couldn’t slacken yet. After all, he was a man, and they were women.

Still, 3 against 1. The odd was good. Momo grabbed a cheap table chandelier; Karina grabbed her perfume bottle to use it as a throwable weapon; and Natty fortunately had pepper spray in her bag. The three of them were staying together, with fighting poses.

“Who are you?” said Karina. “Paparazzi? Sasaeng?”

Yeonhoon didn’t answer.

“Just give up. The memory card is gone. We’ll bring you to the police station!” Natty threatened.

Yeonhoon still didn’t answer. His head was full of thought.

What to do? My jackpot is gone. Now, I’m about to get arrested. His head was about to explode thinking about the gloomy future.

But Yeonhoon was a clever man. A bold idea suddenly crossed his mind.

Wait. Police station? Photos?

“Say something!” Momo yelled, half scared.

“Police station, you said?” finally, Yeonhoon answered. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“Yeah? Why not?”

“Because it is the same as you announcing that you three, or at least one of you, are booking this shady motel. Guess who will check the CCTV?”

Momo, Natty, and Karina looked at each other. They realized Yeonhoon was right. The police would check the CCTV to confirm their testimonies.

“Listen,” Yeonhoon said. “I can either tell the truth that you three had a blazing hot threesome in this hotel room, or lie, saying that you are having a shady date with someone.”

“No one will trust you,” Natty glared at him.

“Are you sure? Gossip is still gossip, especially if I can get the CCTV from the owner of this motel.”

“I saw where the CCTVs are on this floor. The most you can prove is that we three entered the same room.” Karina countered.

“Or…” Yeonhoon was urgently trying to find a better lie. “I… can… just…” he kept thinking. And he thought he got the right lie. “…yes, I can just show them the pictures of you three.”

“What?” Natty was confused.

“You think flushing my memory card is enough?” Yeonhoon tried to act as arrogantly as possible, bluffing that he had a hidden card.

“Nah, bullshit,” Momo said, but she sounded unsure, and Yeonhoon caught that.

“Listen… I’m Yeonhoon, from Dispatch.”

“Dispatch!?” The ladies looked surprised.

“I can show you my name card, but my wallet is in the next room. Shall we get it?”

“No, don’t!” Karina yelled. “Don’t be fooled. We get him outside, and he will run.”

“I’m not trying to fool you. My key is in the room, unfortunately… Alright, listen, destroying my memory card is useless, because we have a shared room, a cloud server. As soon as I snap the picture, it will be synced, and my boss can check it.”

Momo, Karina, and Natty’s eyes were wide open, learning about that truth. None of them were camera-savvy, and they didn’t know that the camera Yeonhoon used didn’t have the feature Yeonhoon told them.

But, seeing how confident and arrogant Yeonhoon was, the ladies believed what he was saying.

“S-sunbae!” Natty looked at both Karina and Momo. No, all of them were looking at each other. “What are we gonna do now?”

“I-I don’t know,” Momo weakly answered.

The room became quiet for a moment.

Seeing there was a shift of power, Yeonhoon confidently stepped out of the toilet. He could feel that Momo, Natty, and Karina were intimidated by him.

Yeonhoon wanted to make them even more panicked.

“If you have any better idea how to get out of your situation, you'd better hurry, because my boss will return to the office about 3 hours later and check his computer.”

“Ugh!” Momo sounded frustrated. “Delete the pictures.”

“Momo-ssi, you know you don’t have negotiation power here.”

“L-let’s just drop it. Okay? How’s that?” Karina said. “Let’s just make it as if nothing happened.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Then, what can we do to make you drop the scoup?”

Natty’s proposal made Yeonhoon’s eyebrows twitch. He was hiding his victorious smile.

“Well, if you ask… You see, your little ‘dance’ made me overly excited back then.”

Karina, Natty, and Momo glanced down, noticing a big bulge on his crotch. They looked disgusted as they had the gist of where the talk was heading. And suddenly, they dropped their weapons and covered their assets shyly, realizing that they were all naked. The conflict and the adrenaline made them forget about shame for a moment. Now, they remembered they were all women, and they were vulnerable.

“How about we start with—” his fingers reached his trousers. Swiftly, he unbuttoned it and yanked it down altogether with his underwear, showing his healthy, iron-hard cock that stuck on his sack, but gradually rising in the air, pointing at them. Yeonhoon looked relieved when he freed his dick as it felt suffocated trapped inside his underwear. “—this!”

“We haven’t agreed on anything,” Karina said.

“You talk as if you have another choice,” Yeonhoon said, casual but intimidating. “Come on. Three of you. You know what to do.”

As gays, it was disgusting to just imagine themselves sucking a man's dick. It was such a nightmare.

None of them moved. In such a conservative country, gays hadn’t really been accepted. But that would be the easiest scenario. The worst was if Yeonhoon could just put their pictures on porn sites, and once they spread, they would never disappear.

And it seemed like pleasing Yeonhoon was their real option for now.

Momo, Natty, and Karina looked at each other. Their expression wasn’t good. They knew they were driven to the corner.

As the oldest, Momo stepped up and approached Yeonhoon. Natty and Karina watched her get on her knees in front of his dick. With shaking lips, she kissed his glans, lightly sucked the peehole.

“Ouhh!” Yeonhoon raised his chin, moaning. He couldn’t believe it was really happening. He really made Momo, a member of the famous TWICE, sucking his penis.

Disgust was shown on Momo’s face, but she didn’t stop. After kissing it a few times, she widened the gap of her mouth and put his dick entirely into her mouth, straight to her throat.

Her lips gripping his shaft, sweeping strongly forth and back. On top of the strong grip, Momo’s big tits were pressing desperately against the inner side of his thighs.

“Damn!” The view was amazing. Yeonhoon boldly caressed Momo’s blond hair. He enjoyed the view.

Didn’t want Momo to take the burden alone, Karina and Natty finally stepped up, joining the party. They bent their knees in front of Yeonhoon, taking their place on Momo’s side: Karina on the right and Natty on the left.

Their lips were shaking as they opened, sticking their tongue, heading closer to Yeonhoon’s dick. Momo pulled out, leaving his glistening cock for Natty and Karina.

When their tongues touched Yeonhoon’s dick, Natty and Karina frowned. Their bodies trembled. Their lips recoiled instinctively. Both of them were hesitant, but they didn’t stop. Natty’s tongue flicked against the throbbing vein beneath his shaft, her nose wrinkling as the saltiness coated her taste buds. Karina’s breath hitched when the tip of his cock brushed her lower lip—her throat tightened, resisting the urge to gag. Momo’s finger dug into their shoulders, urging them closer. Their hesitant oral game made Yeonhoon twitch forward and groan pretty loudly.

Momo rejoined, her tongue swirling around the swollen tip while Natty lapped along the underside, her lips dragging wetly over the thick vein pulsing beneath. Karina took the base in both hands, pressing her pillowy lips against his balls.

The ladies worked together, licking different parts of his dick. Their movements were quite synchronized—Natty’s kittenish flicks, Karina’s deep suction, Momo’s expert twisting—sent Yeonhoon’s hips jerking forward.

Three busty idols kneeling before him. The space they shared between his legs was small. Their plush, heavy tits collided—Natty’s dark nipples brushing Karina’s perky pink ones, Momo’s full mounds squishing against both. The friction made their skin flush hotter, their breath hitching as slick flesh pressed tighter together.

Momo went and gave Yeonhoon a deepthroat before she started bobbing her head back and forth. Then, Natty went lower, putting his entire sack into her mouth, gobbling it gently. “Ohh! Fuck! O-OuHHH FFuck! Where did you two learn this?” Yeonhoon was overwhelmed by their sloppy teamwork.

With Momo and Natty claiming the entire set, Karina looked lost. She didn’t know what to do. Seeing that, Yeonhoon grabbed Karina’s chin, his thumbs pressing against Karina’s mole.

By dragging her chin, he forced Karina to stand up. Then, he kissed her deeply, tongue sweeping her gum, sucking her saliva.

...

Yeonhoon brought the game onto the bed. He leaned against the end of the bed, leaning on the headboard. Using his own phone, he filmed. Momo, Natty, and Karina crawled on the bed, following him lethargically. He repeatedly smacked his own lips as he felt horny watching those beauties swaying their ass, approaching him with intense gazes.

Karina put herself between his legs, trapping his twitching dick between her sweating mounds, and he couldn’t help but zooming at it. Natty leaned her front on his front, her breasts pressing against his left rib, and while she leaned, she locked lips with Yeonhoon. Momo did almost the same thing on the other side, but she went lower, breasts pressing on his right waist, and she sensually unbuttoned his shirts with him watching before she started licking his dark nipple, encircling his hairy areola with her tongue.

They basically treated him like a king.

Yeonhoon was struggling. As he was being overwhelmed by their coordinated ambush, he couldn’t film properly. He just taped them in selfie mode and tried his best to point the lens properly at him.

Momo’s finger trailed down Yeonhoon’s stomach, her nails scraping lightly through the coarse hair leading to his cock that was trapped between Karina’s heaving tits, whose nipples were stiffening as she rocked her chest up and down his shaft. Natty’s tongue plunged deeper into his mouth, her hips grinding against his thigh while Momo’s lips wrapped around his nipple.

“UhmMM~ Delicious~” Yeonhoon said as he licked Natty’s saliva that smeared around his mouth.

...

Momo stood up, standing over his crotch. Natty helped her by holding Yeonhoon’s dick straight as Momo descended. “Ugh~” Momo grunted as his dick easily slipped into her vagina. Slowly, very slowly, it filled her pussy. “A-ahh!” She gritted as her walls were being forced to spread.

When her pussy swallowed his dick as a whole, she moved her hips back and forth.

“HAhh Ahh UhmMM~”

Momo gasped as his dick swam inside her. Yeonhoon’s mind was blown by how tight her pussy was. Her swollen wall was clinging to him like a second skin. Her breathy whimpers vibrated through his core as she rocked her hips, her plush thighs trembling.

Yeonhoon feasted his eyes on Momo’s glistening tits. She sweated even harder, and it started dripping down her chest to his chest from the tip of her nipples. Watching Momo’s face contort as she snapped her hips made him impossibly high. He shoved the phone to Momo’s face, grinning proudly as his ego was fed.

Karina slid up from the right, her fingers finding Momo’s swollen clit in quick circles—her nails grazing her but just enough to make Momo’s thighs quake, making her choke.

Momo’s rhythm stuttered as the ecstasy intensified.

From the left, Natty’s tongue traced the sweat-slick curve of Momo’s shoulder, her teeth nipping lightly before her hand palmed Momo’s right breasts, squeezing the soft flesh until Momo’s nipple jutted painfully between her fingers.

“Ouuhh~” Momo whimpered.

What a heavenly view. It seemed like Momo, Karina, and Natty had determined. They weren’t shy anymore.

...

Yeonhoon sat on his knees. Grabbing Natty’s arm, he forced her to go on doggy. Then, Natty dragged Momo down and pushed her face onto her pussy. Yeonhoon put his hand on Natty’s sweaty back, on that exotic skin, before he speared him with his dick into her ass.

“AGGHH!!” Natty’s body curved, and her legs went numb.

“OgHHH~ Thailand’s pussy, babe. Hohoho~ I almost can’t feel my dick.”

Yeonhoon’s hips pistoned forward and pulled back, but Natty’s tight ass kept sliding away, getting dragged along with his hip movements. Her trembling thighs were unable to anchor her.

Growling, he dug his fingers into her waist and slammed her back down harder. Natty’s cheeks smacked against Momo’s pussy. Using her hips like handles, his balls slapping wetly against her clenching cheeks as he carved his rhythm.

Karina got on top of Momo, straddling Momo’s hips, her slick folds pressing flush against Momo’s as she leaned down, aligning. She kissed Momo intimately, their tongues tangled urgently—saliva dripping onto Momo’s chin—while their swollen pussies ground together in slow, sticky circles. Karina’s fingers gripped Momo’s hair as their breaths hitched between kisses.

Natty's face was buried between Karina and Momo's pussies and crashed further every time Yeonhoon smacked Natty's cheeks with his crotch. Each time his hip snapped, it mashed Natty’s nose painfully into Momo’s swollen clit while her mouth gaped open against Karina’s lower lips, tasting the leaking juice coming from both.

The relentless pounding made Natty’s jaw ache as Karina’s thighs squeezed around her head.

...

Down on her back, Karina’s legs were forced to open wide. Yeonhoon’s hands grabbed her ankle and yanked it to the sides as wide as possible. Then, he shoved his dick into her tight pussy, as hard as possible, making her curving upward and groan coming ragged from her throat.

“A-AHHH!! AHHh AHHH K-Keeuuh!!” Yeonhoon was rougher than before, and his rhythm was coming erratically. Clearly, he was closing in on the climax. It could be his last gallop.

Natty crawled up Karina’s trembling body, her fingers digging into the plush flesh of those perfect, round tits before pinching both nipples mercilessly. She leaned down, her hot breath ghosting over Karina’s stiff nipples before sealing her lips around one and sucking hard enough to pull it taut, her tongue flicking the tip in cruel little circles. Karina’s back arched violently off the bed as Natty’s teeth grazed her nipple.

Yeonhoon’s thrusts grew sloppier, his balls slapping wetly against Karina’s ass as Natty switched to the other nipple.

“K-kAHHH!! Natty! You daughter of a bitch!” Karina whimpered.

Momo came from the side, gripping Karina's thighs and licking Karina's clit while Yeonhoon was still pounding. Her lips sealed tight around the throbbing bud just as Yeonhoon’s hips hammered forward.

The double stimulation made Karina’s entire body convulse, her pussy clenching around Yeonhoon’s cock while Momo’s saliva dripped down to mix with their messy friction. Karina’s thighs trembled violently in Momo’s grip, her toes curling as her orgasm ripped through her, squeezing Yeonhoon’s dick.

“Ahhh AHHhh Fffuuck! Fuuckk!! G-g-aahh—” Yeonhoon’s body jolted so frequently out of the sudden. He knew he was reaching his limit. His mind was half blank. The orgasm squeezed the joy out of his brain. “Come here! Quick!”

Yeonhoon yanked his throbbing cock off Karina’s pussy, strings of her juices still connecting his swollen glans to her flushed lips. The ladies urgently moved, on their knees, leaning down, surrounding his ever-twitching dick. Momo on the right, Natty in the middle, and Karina on the left, giving him a triple blowjob, squeezing his glistening dick with their wet lips.

Their lips crashed around his cock. Momo’s plush mouth swallowed the leaking tip while Natty’s tongue swirled along the underside, her full lips smearing precum against Karina’s. Often, their mouths collide, tongues darting out to lick, accidentally kissing.

Their breath mingling as they licked his throbbing veins in tandem. Karina’s whimper vibrated against his cock when Momo’s teeth grazed her bottom lip mid-suckle.

“Ahh~ Ouuhh!! Uhmmff!! K-KKaahh—” Yeonhoon groaned loud as his balls tightened, blasting a river of cum, the first thick ropes slapping Momo’s face—her eyelids fluttering as warm streaks pained her cheekbones and lips. He pivoted his hips sharply, turning the erupting stream toward Natty’s gasping mouth, her tongue catching the next pulse as thick spurts flooded her throat, dripping down her chin in glistening trails. Karina leaned in, licking up the overflow from Natty's chin.

Momo, Natty, and Karina gave their best performance to please Yeonhoon. Karina and Momo licked the cum slipping from Natty that was flowing to her big tits.

Karina’s tongue darted out, lapping up the pearly streaks dribbling between Natty’s heaving cleavage, her lips chasing every stray drop down the valley of those chocolate-dipped tits. Momo moaned against Natty’s collarbone, her tongue swirling lazy circles through the mess as she pressed their slick bodies together—cum smearing between their sticky skin while Natty shuddered, her nipples stiffening under the dual assault. Yeonhoon’s breath hitched as Momo’s fingers suddenly pinched Natty’s left nipple, making a thick glob of his juice from her puckered tip, and Karina immediately sucking it clean.

After he emptied his sack, Yeonhoon hugged Momo, Natty, and Karina and collapsed together onto the bed. Momo, Karina, and Natty humored him by letting him cuddle them.

Yeonhoon felt like a king, lying on the bed with three sexy idols on his embrace—Momo, Natty on his left arm, while Karina was alone on his right arm.

“Ladies~ I’m dead, and you are the killers.” He said as he rubbed Karina’s and Momo’s shoulders, pressing those three closer to him, enjoying Karina’s and Natty’s sweaty tits pressing against his ribs.

“I take it that you were having fun,” Karina asked.

“Obviously. You three are everything I hoped for.”

“Then, our business is done, right?”

Upon hearing that, Yeonhoon retracted his arms from their shoulders. He slipped away to the other edge of the bed, grabbing his phone that was still filming—in the middle of their sex, he was just into it that he dropped the phone.

“H-hey, we are done, right?” Momo sounded worried because Yeonhoon hadn’t answered them.

“Well, not quite.”

“WHAT?!” Natty screamed. Momo and Karina were as shocked as her. “We’ve done what you asked!”

After having a taste of their bodies, Yeonhoon became greedy. Now, they wanted to enslave them.

“If you don’t want your ‘hot performance video’ hit the internet, you will be my agents.”

“Agents?” Momo was confused.

“Yeah, you’ll be my eyes and ears. My spies. You need to give me any useful information that I can use to blackmail other idols. The more scandalous the info is, the better.”

“You want me to what?” Karina looked furious. “You want me to sell my friends?”

“Choose! Your friend or your career?”

Karina suddenly became quiet.

While Momo, Karina, and Natty were quiet, Yeonhoon was busy operating his phone, so he didn’t say anything.

When he was done, he smirked suspiciously.

“Today is my lucky day. You know what? Let me tell you something.”

“What?” Natty said, coldly.

“To tell you the truth, I don’t have backup for those photos.”

“Huh?” The ladies were flabbergasted. They thought they heard it wrong. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, there are no more photos. Everything is gone when you flushed my memory card.”

Their eyes were wide open, realizing that he bluffed and forced them to sexually please him. Every single one of them looked enraged.

“YOUUUU!!!” Karina screamed, veins popping on her neck. Momo and Natty were behind her, ready to thrash Yeonhoon in a breath.

Strangely, Yeonhoon wasn’t panicking. He looked so confident as the ladies approached him with murderous intent.

“Forget photos. I have a better material.”

Yeonhoon pranked them. He loved it when their angry faces turned hopeless once again when he showed them the sex tape he filmed. They felt extremely idiotic when they realized they provided their sex tape themself.

When they thought he had their pictures, they didn’t think it could be worse when he filmed them. If only they knew he was bluffing.

“Oh! I love the faces you all make. And probably you also realized that I already backed this video up in my personal cloud. This time for real. Thank you for providing the material.” He laughed maniacally, laughing at their stupidity. “Now, why don’t you three dance again?” Since then, Momo, Natty, and Karina became his slaves.

[END]

☆ | song ; “RIGHT HAND GIRL” — TWICE

☆ | description ; having two girlfriends is even more fun when they’re both obsessed with you.

☆ | content ; smut, a little bit of fluff, one line that could maybe count as angst. overstimulation. jihyo is a FREAK

☆ | notes ; here you go you FREAKS… also this is the fastest ive ever written and the wildest fic ive ever made idk what happened to me

☆ | word count ; 5.6k

Helper (ft. Seol In Ah)

The wrestling mat still echoed in my mind—the sharp crack when my arm twisted wrong during that takedown drill, the coach yelling for ice, the blur of teammates crowding around. College practice had turned into an ER visit, and now here I was, right arm immobilized in a bulky cast from elbow to fingers, useless for everything from eating to zipping my pants. Mom and Dad were swamped with work, so they roped in Seol In-ah—my best friend since we were kids trading lunches in elementary school. Her parents lived two blocks away, and she'd always been the reliable one, the girl who'd bail me out of dumb scrapes without judgment. "We'll pay you to help out," Dad had said over dinner, and she just shrugged with that easy smile, her long brown hair tucked behind one ear, glasses perched on her nose making her look like the smart girl in every rom-com. "No need—he's like my brother. I'll handle it."

Handling it meant everything. The first few days were awkward but functional: she'd cut my food into bites at meals, help button my shirts, even tie my shoes with a teasing grin. "You're like a giant baby now," she'd say, her voice light, those soft eyes crinkling at the corners. In-ah was 20 like me, but she carried herself with this quiet confidence—slender build with subtle curves that showed in fitted tops, small but perky breasts that shifted naturally when she moved, a narrow waist leading to hips that swayed just enough to notice if you looked too long. Her skin was pale and smooth, always smelling faintly of green tea lotion, and her face was the kind that stuck with you: high cheekbones, full lips that curved into genuine smiles, and those glasses framing eyes that could go from playful to intense in a blink.

Showering was the real test. The cast couldn't get wet, so she wrapped it in plastic, but everything else required assistance. "We've done this before," she said the first time, standing outside the curtain in her tank top and shorts. "Remember summer camp when we were 10? No big deal." But it was different now—we weren't kids anymore. I'd strip down, step under the spray, and she'd reach in with the loofah, soaping my back, my chest, her hands efficient but careful. The water made her tank cling in spots, outlining her small nipples faintly, but I tried not to stare.

By day four, the inevitable happened. Under the hot stream, her hand brushing lower to wash my legs, my cock stirred—hardening despite my mental chants to calm down. It bobbed up, obvious and unignorable, the head flushing pink against my thigh. She paused, eyes flicking down, then up to my face with a raised eyebrow. "Seriously?" she muttered, but there was no real anger, just that familiar tease.

I seized the moment, guilt twisting in my gut but opportunity burning hotter. "In-ah... it's been days. I can't... you know, with the cast. It hurts. Please?" I made my voice pathetic, eyes pleading, leaning into the helplessness. "You're my best friend. Help me out?"

She sighed, rolling her eyes, but didn't pull away. "You're shameless." Her hand hovered, then wrapped around me tentatively—soft palm, fingers slender and warm from the water. She stroked once, experimental, and I groaned louder than necessary.

"Wait," I pushed, voice thick. "Let me see you. It's only fair—I'm naked here. Show me your body."

She froze, hand stilling. "What? No way." But I kept going, coaxing: "Come on, we've known each other forever. Just to make it easier. Please? It hurts so bad."

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't let go. Instead, she flicked my balls—sharp snap of her finger that made me wince and double over, pain shooting up. "Ow—fuck, In-ah!"

"Beg," she said, a smirk tugging her lips. "Mercy?"

"Mercy, please—don't stop," I gasped, straightening. "Just... compromise? Show me your breasts while you do it."

She bit her lip, considering, then nodded once. "Fine. Pity you, loser." She stepped back, peeled off her tank—revealing those small, perky breasts, pale skin glowing under the bathroom light, nipples dark pink and already tightening from the steam. They sat high on her chest, soft handfuls with a natural bounce when she moved back in. Her hand resumed stroking—firmer now, twisting at the head, her thumb circling the slit where pre-cum beaded.

"You're so beautiful," I breathed, eyes locked on her chest. "The most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. My exes? Nothing compared to you. That girl I crushed on last semester—she's plain next to you." I layered the praise thick, stroking her ego, watching her cheeks deepen in color, her strokes quickening.

She smiled faintly, embarrassed but pleased. "Shut up."

When I pushed further—"Suck it? Please? Ride me after?"—she didn't snap. Her eyes widened, face heating, but she didn't pull away. "You're crazy," she whispered, but her hand didn't stop. I kept coaxing: "In-ah, I've had a crush on you forever. Fantasized about us—married, kids, the whole thing. Jerk off thinking of you every night."

She paused, breath catching, then that smile broke—barely contained, lighting her face. "Idiot... me too. Been in love with you since forever. Fantasized the same stuff." Her voice cracked with embarrassment, but she leaned in, lips parting to take my cock—warm mouth enveloping me, tongue flat along the underside as she bobbed slow, eyes flicking up shyly.

We moved to the bedroom after—her leading me by the hand, both dripping water on the floor. She stripped fully, revealing a body honed from casual workouts: slender arms, flat stomach with a faint navel dip, hips narrow but feminine, and between her legs a neat strip of dark hair above smooth lips already slick. We fucked clumsily at first—her on top, guiding me in, her tightness gripping like heat wrapped in silk. "Slow... you're big," she gasped, riding tentative, her small breasts bouncing with each drop. Post-nut hit hard after I came inside her—regret flooding as she curled against me, calling me "baby," "dear," her hands touching nonstop, chattering about marriage dates and baby names. "We'll have three—two girls like me, one boy like you." I hid the disgust, forcing a smile, her clinginess already feeling like weights on my chest.

I would pin her against the wall the second the door clicks shut, rip her outfit and immediately lands a few rough slaps on her ginormous tits, perfectly hitting her nipples until they become red. Then, I would shove four fingers straight into her dripping hole while my mouth had its moment with Karina's tits until she's on the verge to cum like a broken faucet. Then, I'd flip her around, bend her over and slam my cock balls-deep into her pussy in one brutal thrust. I'll pound her pussy so damn hard the walls shake so hard that it creates an entire new universe inside the wall. I would pull her hair, making her scream my name until she begged for me to fill her womb.

The first thing I would do with Giselle is throw her face-down on the bed, yank her thong aside and bury my tongue straight into her tight little asshole, rimming her sloppy and deep while I finger-fuck her cunt until she’s shaking and begging. Then I’d spit a fat glob right on her puckered hole, line my cock up and force every inch into her raw ass in one savage thrust, reaming her mercilessly while I yank her hair like reins and slap her face into the pillow, making her scream in that raspy voice until tears stream down her cheeks and she’s creaming hands-free from anal alone. I’d pull out only to shove it down her throat, skull-fucking her until she pukes spit and precum all over her tits, then flip her back over and double-penetrate her with my cock in her ass and a fist in her pussy until she’s a shaking, cum-dripping mess begging me to ruin every hole for the rest of the night.

I would wrap my arm around her tiny neck, completely putting her into a chokehold while my free hand slapped her pussy non-stop to a point where a slight touch from me could trigger her orgasm. Then, I'd slap my heavy cock across her pretty face until it’s red and stinging, then force every inch down her throat until her nose is buried in my balls and mascara rivers down her cheeks. I’d skull-fuck her without mercy, balls slapping her chin, making her gag and drool like a broken fucktoy until she’s coughing up thick ropes of throat slime, then I’d throw her on the bed, spread her legs wide and destroy her tight little pussy with long, punishing strokes, choking her the whole time while I spit in her mouth and call her my useless cumrag.

Daytime Wife: ep. 1

The first time I saw her at the public pool, she was impossible to miss.

Karina—though she introduced herself as “Noona” that afternoon—was in her late 30s but looked like she could pass for mid-20s under the right light. Long, jet-black hair slicked back from swimming, water beading on marble skin, and a black one-piece swimsuit that hugged every dangerous curve: heavy, natural breasts straining the fabric so the deep V-neckline barely contained them, nipples faintly visible when the material clung wet; a narrow waist that flared into wide, childbearing hips; thick thighs that flexed when she climbed out of the water; and an ass so round and full it jiggled with every step. Her face was devastating—sharp cat eyes, high cheekbones, full lips painted a soft coral even at the pool, the kind of beauty that made housewives glare and husbands stare.

She caught me looking. Smiled. Waved me over like it was nothing.

We talked. She was bored. Husband worked long hours in finance, always overseas or late at the office. Daughter in elementary school. Days stretched empty after drop-off. “I swim to kill time,” she said, voice low and amused. “And to feel something.”

I was 21, college student, living with my family in my parents apartment while I “studied” online. I told her I had the place to myself most days. It was technically true.

She tilted her head. “Show me?"

We fucked that same afternoon.

Her swimsuit was still damp when I peeled it off in my living room. Her breasts spilled free—heavy, soft, dark pink areolas the size of coins, nipples already thick and erect like a cow's udder. Between her thighs, a neatly trimmed patch of black hair framed, her plump outer lips already glistening. She smelled like chlorine and aroused woman.

I ate her on the couch while she gripped my hair and whispered filthy encouragements in half-Korean, half-English. “Yes… there… lick deeper, baby… make noona cum…” When she came she squirted—a hot gush that soaked my chin and the cushions. Then she dropped to her knees, tits swaying, and swallowed my cock like she’d been starving for it. No gag reflex. Just hungry, wet suction until I painted filthy murals in her throat.

After that first time, she became my "daytime wife."

Mornings she’d drop her daughter at school, then drive straight to my place or invite me to hers. By 9 a.m. her clothes were usually on the floor.

Some days I’d wake to her already in my kitchen (after my parents left for work) —wearing only one of my oversized T-shirts tied around her stomach, ass peeking out as she cooked breakfast. She’d bend over the counter “accidentally,” letting me see the jeweled plug she’d started wearing at my suggestion. “Keeps me stretched for you,” she’d murmur, voice husky. I’d walk up behind her, slide the plug out, replace it with my cock, and fuck her ass slow while she stirred eggs. We’d chat about nothing—her daughter’s school project, my upcoming assignment—while my dick sawed in and out of her tight back hole.

“God, you’re so deep,” she’d sigh happily. “My husband never touches me there. Never even asked.”

Other days we’d stay at her house—her marital bed. She loved the risk. I’d pound her missionary on the same sheets her husband slept on, her legs hooked over my shoulders, tits bouncing wildly while she moaned, “Harder… ruin me for him…”

Her sex drive was insane. Late 30s and hornier than any girl my age. She confessed one afternoon, while riding me reverse cowgirl on my couch, ass cheeks clapping: “I used to think I was broken. My husband fucks me maybe twice a month—if I’m lucky. With you… I cum three, four times a day. Sometimes more. I didn’t know my body could do this.”

I’d grin, slap her ass. “That’s because you’re my wife now, noona.”

She’d clench around me and whimper, “Yes… your wife…”

Recently, we started recording.

First it was just my phone propped on a stack of books—me eating her pussy from behind while she knelt on all fours, face buried in a pillow, moaning into the fabric. Then a cheap tripod from amazon. We’d set it up in the living room, bedroom, kitchen—anywhere the mood struck.

She got off on the idea of OnlyFans without faces. “Just bodies,” she’d whisper while I lubed her asshole with cooking oil. “Let strangers watch you stretch me… fill me… but they’ll never know it’s the bored housewife from the neighbourhood.”

We filmed everything: her riding me anal on the kitchen counter while breakfast burned; me throat-fucking her until mascara ran in black rivers down her cheeks; her squatting over my face, grinding her soaked cunt and asshole on my tongue while she pinched her own nipples and begged for more.

One favorite: her on her back, legs spread wide, me kneeling between them sliding in and out of her pussy at a lazy pace so we could talk.

“You like that, noona?” I’d ask, cock buried to the hilt.

“Mmm… so full… keep going slow… I love feeling every inch…” She’d reach down, play with my balls, then slide a finger lower—teasing my asshole while I fucked her. “Can I…?” she’d ask shyly at first.

Now it was routine. She’d slip a finger—or two—inside me while I pounded her, massaging my prostate until I came so hard my vision whited out. “Good boy,” she’d purr, delighted. “Cum in Mommy’s pussy while I finger your tight little hole.”

She kept a small lotion bottle at my place—exactly the right girth. She’d walk around my flat wearing nothing but an apron, the bottle lodged deep in her ass while she vacuumed, cooked, folded my laundry. “Training,” she’d say with a wicked smile. “So you can fuck my ass whenever you want.”

And I did.

Her asshole went from reluctant to greedy. The first time I licked it—rimming her deep while she trembled on all fours—she sobbed in pleasure. “No one’s ever… oh god… your tongue is inside my dirty hole… I’m so ashamed and so wet…”

Now she begged for it. “Please… eat my ass again… make me feel nasty…”

I’d spread her cheeks, tongue-fuck her puckered ring until she dripped down her thighs, then slide my cock in—slow at first, then brutal. She’d scream into the pillow, “Yes—stretch me—own my ass—my husband doesn’t even know I like this!”

One evening, after I’d fucked her pussy raw and was buried balls-deep in her ass, she looked back at me—sweat-slick hair sticking to her face, tits swaying, eyes glassy with lust.

“I’ve had more sex with you in one week than with my husband in the last five years,” she confessed breathlessly. “You’ve been places he’s never touched… never even asked about. My pussy… my asshole… my throat… you own them all.”

I thrust harder. “Say it.”

“You own me,” she gasped. “I’m your daytime wife… your fuck toy… your secret slut… use me however you want…”

I came deep in her ass, painting her insides while she shuddered through another orgasm—fingers frantically rubbing her clit, lotion bottle discarded on the floor beside us.

Afterward she curled against me on the couch, still leaking my cum from both holes, head on my chest.

“Tomorrow?” she whispered.

“Tomorrow,” I promised. “Bring the camera. And wear the plug to school drop-off.”

She smiled—slow, satisfied, utterly corrupted.

IZ*ONE

Twelve different girls, twelve different roles, same corporate of endless lust. Professionalism isn't a word in their world of air-conditioning and coffee—but sex? Definitely something that keeps office romance steamy.

Kwon Eunbi, Secretary — @iznsfw

Miyawaki Sakura, Boss — @writerpeach

Kang Hyewon — @capslocked

Choi Yena, Event Coordinator — @worldsover

Lee Chaeyeon, Payroll — @nsfwrpg

Kim Chaewon, Data Management — @gangplanksorenji

Kim Minju — @capslocked

Yabuki Nako, Data Analytics Secretary — @leafostuff

Camera Shy

Honda Hitomi — @firagaarmor

Jo Yuri, Freelance — @octoberautumnbox

Like It Like I Love It

An Yujin — @sinswithpleasure

Red Velvet Irene X Male Reader

The glass doors of SM Entertainment’s headquarters slid open with a pneumatic hiss, severing the connection to the outside world. The lobby’s air conditioning was aggressive, a sterile chill that instantly dried the sweat on your neck—a violent shift from the suffocating humidity of the Seoul summer.

​Against your chest, the plastic laminate of your new ID badge felt heavy, though it was still warm from the printer. You were twenty-two, fresh out of university, and officially a cog in the machine. Junior Assistant. The title was small, but the assignment was monumental: Red Velvet’s Irene. The name didn't just sit in your mind; it loomed. Bae Joohyun. The Original Visual. You were to be her shadow, her logistical anchor, the invisible hand ensuring her world remained perfect.

​"You’re the new hire."

​The voice cut through the ambient hum of the lobby. Ms. Kim, a woman with a ponytail so tight it looked painful and a clipboard wielded like a weapon, stood before you. Her heels clicked a military cadence on the marble as she approached.

​You nodded, the word 'yes' dying in a dry throat.

​"Good. Walk with me," she commanded, already turning around. "Irene-ssi’s schedule is relentless this week. She requires absolute precision. No room for error. No room for fatigue. Do you understand?"

​"Yes, Ms. Kim. Perfectly."

​The elevator ride was a vacuum of silence, the rapid ascent making your ears pop. Your stomach churned, a volatile cocktail of adrenaline and dread. This wasn't just a job; it was an ascension to Olympus. You had spent years admiring the cool, untouchable aura of Irene from a pixelated distance. Now, you were about to step behind the curtain, inches away from the unvarnished reality behind the perfection.

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Five years of secrets. One weekend in paradise where everything unravels.

For five years, Minho and Hwang Yeji have kept their arrangement perfectly hidden - stolen nights, careful distance, and an unspoken rule: never name what this really is. A summer vacation on Jeju Island was supposed to be simple. Sun, saltwater, and the same careful dance they've perfected.

Instead, jealousy becomes a lit match. Intimacy becomes a knife. And suddenly, the thing they've been too afraid to name demands to be spoken.

Characters: Male Reader x ITZY members, aespa Karina (+ cameos)

tw: nsfw/Plot-Heavy Smut