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Kim cursed, why did she have to ask for a table in the far end of the club. There were drunk partygoers everywhere but nobody had noticed the vulnerable girl being cornered like prey.

"Fuck do you guys think you're doing," Kim spat, glaring at them.

A box was placed on the table before her. Her eyes widened as the lid lifted revealing it's contents, and her need to escape returned in full force as she realized what faced her.

“For fuck’s sake,” one of them grumbled, wrestling her arm back in place.

She opened her mouth to shout for help, but that provided the perfect opportunity for them to shove a thick, veiny penis gag into her mouth. It stretched her jaw to limits. Kim tried to shake her head free, but one of them grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back, giving another the space to buckle the strap behind her head, forcing the silicone penis deeper into her mouth.

Her eyes watered from both the pain and the lengthy intrusion tickling the back of her throat. She tried to control her breathing to keep from gagging, but it was difficult, even more so when all four of her limbs were yanked wide apart and pinned to the couch, leaving her splayed obscenely wide. She struggled helplessly, her lithe body shivering at how exposed she felt. The men snorted, amused by her frantic, incomprehensible begging.

“What a fucking slut,” he said, still chuckling. "Wait... you’re actually wet right now? This is too good. Maybe we should fuck you after all.”

Kim's eyes shot open. Please no, anything but that.

The man leaned forward and cupped his ear. “I can’t hear you. Is the slut begging for a nice fat cock to fill her up?”

She shook her head frantically, nearly giving herself whiplash in the process.

“No?” he teased, hard darting out to cup her vulva. She didn’t have enough strength to squirm free, and her tiny bikini bottom did nothing to shield her from his probing fingers. “Your dripping cunt says otherwise, and I think we have something that’ll satisfy you.”

A calloused finger slipped inside of her with embarrassingly little resistance. Kim tossed her head back as he proceeded to pump it in and out, and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning when a second finger joined the first. To her horror, something hot began to build in her lower stomach.

He ripped his fingers free with a wet squelch. “Fucking goddamn slut. Are you really about to get off while a stranger molests you?”

Kim hung her head in shame, tears spilling freely as she silently sobbed. “Now, I think this one needs to come first.”

Kim squealed as the men gripping her legs lifted her lower body off the couch, and she let out a muffled shriek when his finger found her puckered asshole. Still slick with her juices, the tip squeezed in easily. She bit down on her gag at the uncomfortable sensation. The purpose of this new torment became clear when he waved a sizable anal plug in front of her eyes. It was shaped like a dragon’s egg.

The man gleefully squeezed a dollop of lube on the plug before working it into her anus. Kim felt every ridge of the scaly texture as it was forced past the tight ring of muscle. It was almost a relief when the girthiest part popped inside, allowing her ass to swallow the rest. She clenched involuntarily around the invader, woozy from the lingering burn. This couldn’t, couldn’t be happening. The man gave the plug an experimental tug and hummed in satisfaction when it remained in place.

“Now for the piece de la resistance.”

Kim didn’t have a chance to wince at his terrible accent because he could not be serious. The thing in his hand wasn’t made to fit in a human body, especially not there! It was large and bumpy with a highly textured, flared base, and nearly the size of her forearm. Ice-cold dread crept through her veins as she strained helplessly against their grips to no avail.

The panicked, garbled sounds that escaped her were inhuman, but it just seemed to amuse the sadistic man further. With a wicked grin, he stuck the suctioned base right in front of her, standing ominously in the centre of the low table. Even in the dim light she could tell the bulbous tip would be just an inch or two shy of reaching her belly button, and its girth was even more insane—exceeding that of a soda can. It wouldn’t fit! Pure, unadulterated terror coursed through her. Kim thrashed and pleaded, begging her assaulters to let her go.

“Oh, c’mon,” he cajoled, wiggling the dildo. “A slut like you can definitely take it, and how often can someone say they’ve been fucked by a dragon?”

Thrashing got her nowhere. The four men holding her lifted her off the couch, suspending her in the air and positioning her hips over that fucking nightmare of a dildo, her legs split wide open to accommodate it. He’d lubed it up without her noticing, and it was both a blessing and a curse. The squishy tip popped into her vagina easily despite its size, but it also paved the way for gravity to do its job.

The men lowered her slowly at first, ensuring she felt every monstrous bump and ridge adorning the thick shaft. The stretch was overwhelming, and the egg lodged in her ass compressed her walls and forced the curve of the cock hard against her front walls.

Kim screamed as she was impaled, her vagina taking a few more inches before it was ready. She tried to struggle, to get away, but the other four men were still holding her firm. The top of the dildo hit her cervix, and the only thing that saved her from descending further was the thick knot protruding from the bottom of the shaft. Her uncontrolled noises caused her throat to spasm around the other cock lodged in mouth, triggering her gag reflex.

Tears streamed down her face as he grabbed her hips, silently pleading with her puffy eyes. He flashed a sadistic grin in response, and without warning, shoved her delicate body down until the knot popped past her opening. Kim nearly passed out from the pain. She was certain it’d ripped her in two. The pressure against her cervix and g-spot was bruising in its intensity, and it confirmed her suspicion that this monster wasn’t made to be used—especially not in combination with a fucking anal plug.

Her body was stretched beyond the bounds of reality. Nothing existed except the three invaders impaling her holes. Even the strain in her arms and pain of her thighs being stretched uncomfortably apart faded to background.

Kim choked back a sob as the man spread her vulva to examine the torture he’d inflicted on her. It exposed her clit to the dildos bumpy, spikey base, and he took great pleasure in making sure the sensitive bud was smashed into it just right. The stretch of her legs and vulva had already left it wide open, but now one of the flexible spikes had pushed her clitoral hood out of the way. Every single nerve ending was at the mercy of the textured silicone.

The man whistled. “I didn’t think it’d actually fit, but fuck if this isn’t one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. A pretty slut crying as a massive cock rapes her stretched out cunt.”

Her stretched vaginal walls spasmed weakly around the dildo, the reflex triggered by both overstimulation and anxious anticipation. It shifted the egg in her ass and ground her poor clit into the bumpy spikes surrounding it. In another situation, she might’ve been able to gain a modicum of pleasure from the cascade of sensations.

Kim moaned as a finger slipped between her clit and the base of dildo. There wasn’t room, but it started rubbing circles anyway. Her walls twitched, and this time, the pressure was undeniably centered over her g-spot. The warmth she’d been ignoring crawled back, threatening to build into something damning. Something that couldn’t happen. Not like this. And not so fucking quickly.

The hands pulled away.

Part of her cried out at the loss.

Kim's hips began to undulate of their own accord as he kept going at a light, teasing pace. The plug and dildo inside her shifted in the cramped space between her legs, and though her body was far from adjusted to the double invasion, her arousal had grown to the point where it almost didn’t matter. The dildo hit everything, including spots she'd never known could be pleasurable.

But just like the last round of teasing, everything stopped before the orgasm had a chance to crest. Kim felt a desperate, gargled moan vibrate through her cock gag, strong enough that they had to have heard it. She tried to shift her hips in search of stimulation, but she was still held in place by the men.

Kim saw him fiddle with something in the box of toys, but she had no idea what it was until a broad surface was fitted against the front of her impaled cunt and switched on.

The vibrations hit like an earthquake.

Though centered on her clit, they traveled eagerly through the dildo, not hampered in the least by the thick silicone. Squirming out of the way did nothing. If anything, it made things worse as the dildo stimulated her from the inside.

But she couldn’t stop herself. It was too intense. Her mind was consumed by the need to escape.

Kim's stuffed holes clenched and fluttered as best they could when stretched to—and beyond—their limits. The soft spikes surrounding her clit vibrated ruthlessly around the over sensitized bundle of nerve-endings.

And yet. And yet. The forbidden pleasure that’d been building all this while soared to impossible heights. Those rumbling vibrations saturated the entirety of her body. A low, long keening moan was dragged from the depths of her chest as her toes curled and her eyes rolled back. The orgasm that followed didn’t crest. It crashed.

It was massive. Mind melting. Like nothing she’d ever hoped to experience. It rolled on and on and on.

But so did the vibrations.

And they quickly morphed from wondrous to nightmarish.

Kim wailed and thrashed as her overstimulated nerves continued to be tortured without pause. Anything previously pleasurable became agonizing. Any discomfort, large or small, became magnified. She wouldn’t last like this. It had to stop or she’d be shattered into a million pieces.

A mouth pressed itself against the side of her head, and the words were just barely audible over the loud music. “Consider this payback for tempting us with your slutty tiktoks, whore. You deserve everything coming next.”

A sense of dread bloomed alongside the flickering resurgence of pleasure. Fingers pinched her nostrils shut. She struggled with all her might, but the absence of air went straight to her head and amplified the pain and pleasure until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

Perhaps that was why a sudden press of the vibrator, smushing against her poor bundle of nerves sent her soaring uncontrollably over the edge. As another orgasm rocked through her, only one coherent thought remained:

Whoever found her would discover little more than a wet, broken mess.

Yujin had texted you that morning with a simple "pick me up at 2 <3" and you'd thought—fine, easy. Lunch, maybe walk around, watch the sunset over dinner. Standard relationship stuff. You should've known better the second you pulled up and saw what she was wearing.

The sundress is light blue, thin cotton that does absolutely nothing to hide the fact she's not wearing a bra. It hugs her waist before flowing down to mid-thigh, and when she bounces over to the car, you can see everything move in ways that make it very clear she planned this outfit specifically to fuck with you.

It's working.

"Hi baby," she says sweetly, sliding into the passenger seat and leaning over to kiss your cheek. Innocent enough, except her hand lands directly on your thigh and stays there while she buckles her seatbelt.

"You're evil," you tell her.

"I'm adorable." She grins, adjusting the dress that's already riding up her thighs. "Where are we going?"

"That café you wanted to try."

The drive is only ten minutes, but Yujin makes it feel like an hour. Her hand doesn't leave your thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns while she chatters about her week. Every time you glance over, she's doing something designed to distract you—adjusting her hair so the dress pulls tighter across her chest, crossing and uncrossing her legs, biting her bottom lip while she looks out the window.

At the café, she orders an iced vanilla latte and immediately wraps her lips around the straw in a way that's just absolutely not necessary for drinking coffee.

You watch her take a slow sip, eyes locked on yours.

"What?" she asks, like she doesn't know exactly what she's doing.

"Nothing," you mutter, taking a drink of your own coffee and trying to focus on literally anything else.

She leans forward on her elbows, and the neckline of her dress dips low enough that you can see the curve of her tits. "You seem tense."

"I'm fine."

"Mm." She doesn't believe you, and that little smirk says she knows exactly why you're tense.

You finish your coffees and decide to walk through the nearby park since the weather's nice and you're clearly a masochist. Yujin loops her arm through yours, pressing close enough that you can feel the heat of her body through that thin dress.

"Isn't this romantic?" she says, full of fake innocence as her free hand traces up your arm.

"Very," you say flatly.

She's already sliding that hand down, lacing her fingers with yours, bringing your joined hands to rest at her hip where the dress cinches.

The park is busier than you expected—couples on blankets, families with kids, people walking dogs. Yujin doesn't seem to care. She steers you toward a quieter path lined with trees, and the second you're out of immediate sight, she stops and turns to face you.

"I want a picture," she announces, already pulling out her phone.

"You take like fifty pictures a day."

"And I'm going to take fifty-one." She steps close, arm around your waist, phone up for a selfie. You're about to smile when her ass presses back against your crotch—a deliberate roll of her hips.

You grab her waist on reflex.

The camera clicks.

Wow. That is not a graceful expression.

"Perfect," she says, grinning at the photo before tucking the phone away.

She doesn't move away from you. You don't let go of her waist. She leans her head back against your shoulder.

"You're being very well-behaved so far."

"I'm being patient."

"And how long do you think that'll last?" She turns in your arms, and suddenly you're face to face with her, close enough to kiss. Her hands slide up your chest, fingers playing with the collar of your shirt. You can smell her perfume, feel her breath against your mouth.

"Yujin—"

"What?" Those big, innocent eyes blink at you, like she's never done a thing wrong her entire life. Her thigh presses between your legs, just enough pressure to make her point. "We're just taking pictures, baby."

Someone walks past on the main path and you step back, mostly to maintain some semblance of dignity in public. Yujin just laughs, bright and delighted, before grabbing your hand and pulling you back toward the park exit.

"Come on, I want to look at the shops before dinner."

The boutique she drags you into is small, full of expensive clothes and a bored-looking attendant who barely glances up when you enter. Yujin immediately starts browsing through racks, pulling out dresses and holding them up against her body.

"What do you think of this one?" A black one that would barely cover her ass.

"It's short."

"That's not a no." She grins and drapes it over her arm, moving to the next rack. You follow behind. Her fingers trail over the different materials, hips swaying just a little more than necessary.

She disappears into the dressing room with three dresses, and you lean against the wall outside to wait. The curtain doesn't close all the way—you can see flashes of movement, the sundress pooling at her feet. Then her hand appears, crooking a finger at you.

"I need a second opinion," she calls out.

You glance at the attendant, who's fully absorbed in her phone, and slip behind the curtain.

Yujin is standing in just her panties. Holding up one of the dresses in front of her body.

Not wearing it.

The dressing room mirror shows everything—the curve of her bare tits, those panties sitting low on her hips, the cheeky smile that says she knows exactly what she’s doing.

"Well?"

"You're not even wearing it," you point out.

"I wanted to see your reaction first." She drops the dress entirely, closing the small distance between you. Her hands find your belt, fingers tracing the leather. "Are you going to do something about it?"

"There's a person right outside."

"So you'll have to be quiet." She's already popping the button on your jeans, and fuck, her hand sliding into your boxers is not helping your resolve.

You grab her wrist, stopping her before this gets completely out of hand. "Get dressed. We have dinner reservations."

The look she gives you is pure frustration, but there's need underneath it. "You're no fun."

"I'm RESPONSIBLE."

"I don't like responsible," she pouts, but she lets you pull her hand away and picks the sundress back up. You slip out before you do something stupid.

She emerges a minute later. Doesn't buy any of the clothes she tried on.

She does, however, grab your ass when you're walking out of the store.

"An Yujin."

"Hand slipped!"

The restaurant is one of those places with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water. You'd picked it specifically because Yujin mentioned wanting to watch the sunset over dinner.

Romantic as hell. Seemed like a good idea this morning.

You’re having second thoughts.

The golden light of the sunset coming through the windows catches in Yujin's hair when she sits down, makes her skin glow in a way that's entirely unfair. She's gorgeous in normal lighting, but with a sunset behind her she looks… unreal.

"This place is beautiful," she says, and she actually sounds genuine for once, looking out at the water where the sun is starting to paint the sky in shades of orange and pink.

"Yeah," you manage, trying to focus on your own menu and not the way the light is hitting her.

The waiter comes by and you both order—she gets the salmon, you get the steak, and she requests a wine she definitely can't pronounce but sounds expensive. (She knows you’re paying, after all).  She's suspiciously polite, ordering without any funny business.

Then the waiter leaves and you feel her foot slide up your calf.

"Yujin."

"What?" She’s staring at the sunset like she’s never done a thing wrong in her life.

"We're in public."

"I'm just getting comfortable." She blinks at you as her foot reaches your thigh and stays there, and you become very aware of how thin her dress is, how the sunset behind her makes it… almost see-through in places…

The wine arrives and she takes a slow sip, eyes on you over the rim of the glass. When she sets it down, her hand disappears under the table, and a second later you feel her fingers on your knee, sliding up your thigh with clear intent.

"Can't you just wait for the food," you plead, grabbing her wrist under the table.

"I'm not hungry for food." She leans forward, and the neckline of her dress dips dangerously low. The sunset behind her creates this halo effect that would be romantic if she wasn't currently trying to get her hand on your cock in a public restaurant.

You don't let go of her wrist, keeping her hand firmly on your thigh and nowhere else. "Behave."

"Make me," she says, and there's that fucking smirk again.

The food arrives. You let go of her hand so the waiter can set down the plates.

Yujin thanks him sweetly. He's barely gone before her hand is back—making it all the way to your crotch before you can stop her.

She palms you through your jeans, and fuck, you're already half-hard from her teasing all day. Her fingers trace the outline of your cock while she cuts into her salmon with her other hand like nothing's happening.

"How's your food?" she asks conversationally.

"Yujin, I swear to god—"

"You should try the salmon, it's really good." She takes a bite, and her hand squeezes you just enough to make you bite back a groan.

The sun is almost touching the horizon now, the entire sky turning brilliant shades of orange and red. The light hits her face and she looks like a fucking angel. 

An evil little cock-teasing angel who’s decided getting you off under the table is way more fun than eating.

"You're so hard already," she murmurs, leaning closer like she's sharing a secret. Her hand works you through the denim, and you're trying to keep your expression neutral while she's clearly enjoying watching you struggle.

"Stop," you say, but it comes out strained.

"You don't want me to stop." Her thumb finds the head of your cock through your jeans, rubbing in slow circles. "You've been wanting to fuck me since I got in your car."

She's not wrong, and you're done.

You grab her wrist, pull her hand away. Harder than necessary. "We're leaving."

"But we haven't finished—"

"Now, Yujin."

Pure triumph on her face. This is exactly what she wanted.

She doesn't argue, just grabs her purse while you flag down the waiter and hand him your card without even looking at the bill.

The sun is halfway below the horizon when you walk out, the sky on fire with color, and Yujin is practically skipping to the car.

She beats you to the passenger side, slides in with that pleased smile still on her face.

You're barely in the driver's seat. She's already leaning over the center console, hand on your thigh again.

"That was mean," she says, not sounding very sorry at all.

"You started it." You turn the key and pull out of the parking lot faster than necessary, and the sky is deepening now—brilliant orange fading to pink and purple at the edges.

"So you're admitting I won?"

"I'm admitting I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

The way her breath catches is supremely satisfying, but she recovers quick. "Promises, promises."

Her hand slides higher on your thigh and you grab it, pinning it in place. "You're going to make me crash."

"Then drive faster."

"You… want me to make our crash worse?"

"Just drive, idiot!"

The sunset is in your rearview mirror now, the sky ahead darker where night is already creeping in. You make it maybe two minutes before her other hand finds your belt, and you have to move your grip to catch that one too.

"Yujin."

"What? I'm just sitting here." She's absolutely not just sitting there—she's shifted in her seat so that dress is riding up her thighs, and when you glance over at a red light, you can see the lace edge of her panties.

"You're insane."

"You love it," she says again, and manages to get one hand free to palm you through your jeans. You're fully hard now, have been since the restaurant, and her touch makes you grip the steering wheel hard enough that your knuckles go white.

The light turns green. You have to let go of her to shift gears.

She takes full advantage—gets the button of your jeans open before you can stop her.

"Jesus Christ, Yujin—"

"Keep your eyes on the road, baby." Her hand slips into your boxers, fingers wrapping around your cock, and the feeling of her actually touching you after hours of teasing makes you groan.

You catch her wrist but don't pull her away, too far gone to pretend you don't want this. The sky outside is streaked with the last colors of sunset, deep purple and orange, and her hand is stroking you slowly while you're trying to drive through downtown traffic.

"Let me reiterate. You, me, a semi-truck, all meeting in less than a second if you don't get your stupidly smooth hand off my cock."

She laughs but settles back in her seat, pulling her hand away with clear reluctance. You make it three more blocks before you have to pull over at another red light, and the second the car stops you're hauling her in for a kiss.

It's messy and desperate, her mouth opening for you immediately, and your hand finds her thigh, pushing that dress up until you can feel the heat of her through those thin panties. She's soaked, and when you press against her she makes this needy sound that goes straight to your cock.

Someone honks behind you and you realize the light's green.

"Fuck," you mutter, pulling back and trying to focus on driving. Your hand stays on her thigh though, high enough that your fingers brush against the lace edge of her panties every time you shift.

The sun is gone now, just the afterglow painting the sky, and you can see your building up ahead. Yujin sees it too, and her hand goes right back to your cock, stroking you through your open jeans.

"Almost there," she purrs, and you don't know if she means the building or something else entirely.

You pull into your spot and kill the engine, and then you're both out of the car and you're crowding her against the door, kissing her hard while she fumbles with your keys. She gets the door open and you're inside, kicking it shut behind you, and her back hits the wall in the entryway.

"Now?" she asks breathlessly, and there's triumph in her voice even now.

You don't even dignify her with an answer.

The dress hits the floor before you've even moved away from the door, and Yujin's hands are already pulling at your shirt, yanking it over your head while you work your jeans down. She's in just those lace panties now, and you can see the wet spot where she's been soaked for hours.

"Took you long enough," she breathes, but you shut her up by shoving her harder against the wall and kissing her like you're trying to devour her whole.

Your hand slides between her legs, fingers pressing against the soaked lace, and she gasps into your mouth. "You've been wet all fucking day, haven't you?"

"Since the car," she admits, hips rolling against your hand. "Maybe before."

You hook your fingers in her panties and drag them down her legs, and the second they're off you're dropping to your knees. Her eyes go wide.

"Wait, I thought you were going to—oh fuck!"

Your mouth is on her pussy before she can finish the sentence. Tongue dragging through her folds.

She tastes as good as she looks.

Your hands grip her thighs, holding her against the wall while you eat her out like you're starving for it. Maybe you are, after the torture she's put you through today.

"Oh god, oh f-fuck, yes—" Her hands fist in your hair, and she's trying to grind against your face, shameless and desperate. You focus on her clit, sucking it between your lips, and her whole body jerks.

"Right there, don't stop, please don't fucking stop—"

You don't. You work her with your tongue until her thighs are shaking, until she's practically sobbing, and when she cums it's with your name broken on her lips and her pussy clenching against nothing.

She's still trembling when you stand up and kiss her, letting her taste herself on your tongue. "Bedroom. Now."

"Fuck the bedroom," she pants, already reaching for your cock. "Right here."

Her hand wraps around you and strokes, and you're so fucking hard it almost hurts. But you catch her wrist, spin her around so she's facing the wall, and kick her legs apart.

"You wanted this so badly," you growl against her ear, lining yourself up. "So take it."

You push into her in one thrust and she cries out, hands splaying against the wall for balance. She's so wet and tight that you have to pause, breathing hard, trying not to cum immediately like a teenager.

"Move," she demands, pushing her hips back. "Fuck me already."

"Greedy, aren't we?"

You pull out and slam back in, and the sound she makes is perfect—broken and needy and so fucking desperate. You set a brutal pace, one hand on her hip and the other sliding up to grip her throat, not squeezing, just holding her in place while you fuck up into her.

"Yes, yes, fuck, harder—"

The angle is incredible, and you can feel her getting wetter with every thrust, slick dripping down her thighs. Your grip tightens on her hip, hard enough to leave marks, and she loves it, pushing back to meet you.

"Is this what you wanted?" you ask, voice rough. "Teasing me all day just so I'd fuck you like this?"

"Yes," she gasps. "Knew you'd—ah!—knew you'd s-snap eventually."

You pull out suddenly. She whines at the loss.

Then you're turning her around, lifting her up. Her legs wrap around your waist automatically. You push back inside her, using the wall for leverage.

"Oh fuck, so deep—" Her nails dig into your shoulders, and you can feel her pussy clenching around you, tight and perfect.

You kiss her while you fuck her, messy and hard, and she's moaning into your mouth. The angle has you hitting the spot inside that makes her gasp every time, and her tits are pressed against your chest, nipples hard.

"Gonna cum again," she warns, "don't stop, please—"

"Cum on my cock," you tell her. "Let me feel it."

She does, her whole body tensing and then releasing, pussy spasming around you in a way that almost takes you over the edge. You carry her to the couch—fuck the bedroom—and lay her down, pulling out just long enough to flip her onto her stomach.

"Ass up," you command, and she scrambles to obey, presenting herself to you.

The view is impeccable—her pussy swollen and dripping, cum already leaking out of her. You push back inside and she moans into the cushions, and this angle lets you go even deeper.

You fuck her hard, hands gripping her hips. The wet sounds of your cock driving into her pussy fill the room.

She's babbling now—words barely coherent, just broken pleas and your name and "yes" over and over.

"So fucking perfect," you groan, watching your cock disappear into her. Wet coating your shaft. Dripping down to make a mess on the couch. "Look at you, taking it so well."

"More," she gasps. "Harder, p-please, I need—"

You give her what she wants, slamming into her with enough force that she has to brace herself against the arm of the couch. Her pussy clenches around you, still sensitive from cumming twice already, and you can feel how close you are.

Your hand slides around to find her clit. She practically screams, body jerking. "Can't, too much, I can't—"

"Yes you can." Your fingers rub tight circles. "Cum with me."

She's shaking, thighs trembling, and you can feel her getting tighter. You lean over her, changing the angle, and she sobs out something that might be your name.

"Gonna fill you up," you warn, thrusts getting erratic. "Gonna cum so deep inside you."

"Please," she begs, "please, I want it, want you to—fuck!"

She cums first, pussy spasming around your cock, and that's all it takes to drag you over with her. You slam in one final time and cum hard, spilling deep inside her while she moans. You can feel it flooding her, so much that it starts leaking out around your cock even while you're still inside her.

You stay buried in her for a long moment, both of you breathing hard, before finally pulling out. Your cum immediately starts dripping down her thighs, obscene and perfect, and she's so thoroughly fucked that she just stays there, ass in the air, too wrecked to move.

"Bed," you finally manage.

She makes a sound that might be agreement. You both stumble to the bedroom, collapse onto the sheets.

You should probably stop.

You don't stop.

You're on her immediately, pinning her wrists above her head, and she gasps when you push back inside her. She's oversensitive and so fucking wet—cum from earlier mixed with how turned on she still is—and the slide is almost too easy.

"Sure you can handle one more round?" she teases, but her legs are already wrapping around your waist, pulling you deeper.

"You started this," you remind her, rolling your hips. "We finish when I say we finish."

She moans, head falling back against the pillow, and you take the opportunity to bite down on her neck, hard enough to leave another mark. Her pussy clenches around you in response, and you can feel how swollen she is, how thoroughly fucked.

You let go of her wrists, brace yourself above her.

Her hands find your back. Nails dig in immediately, dragging down your shoulder blades as you thrust into her.

The sting is perfect.

"Fuck, Yujin—"

"Harder," she demands, and her nails scrape down your back again, definitely breaking skin this time. "Give it to me harder!"

You shift the angle, driving deeper, and she cries out. The bed frame is hitting the wall with every thrust, and the sheets are getting soaked beneath her—sweat and cum and her pussy dripping everywhere.

"Look at me," you tell her, and when her eyes meet yours they're glazed and desperate. "This is what you wanted all day, isn't it? To get fucked until you can't think straight?"

"Yes," she gasps, nails carving new lines down your back. "Yes, god, don't stop—"

You don't. You fuck her hard into the mattress, one hand gripping her hip while the other slides up to wrap around her throat. Not squeezing, just holding her there while you fuck her apart.

She's babbling again, that incoherent mix of your name and "fuck" and "please," and you can feel her getting close. Her nails are brutal on your back, scratching hard enough that you know you'll be marked for days.

"Gonna cum again?" you ask, and she nods frantically.

"Can't help it, you're so deep, I can't—"

"Do it," you command. "Cum on my cock one more time."

She does, and it's like her whole body seizes up. Her nails rake down your back viciously as she screams, pussy clamping down so tight around you that it's almost painful. The sensation drags your own orgasm out of you, and you bury yourself as deep as possible, filling her up for the second time.

You can feel it mixing with the first load, so much cum that it's leaking out around your cock, soaking into the sheets beneath you. When you finally pull out, the evidence is everywhere—her thighs covered in it, the sheets stained, her pussy absolutely wrecked and dripping.

You collapse beside her, and she immediately sprawls out, chest heaving. Her makeup is completely destroyed now, smeared down her face, and her hair is a disaster. She looks thoroughly, completely fucked.

Perfect.

Your back is on fire where she scratched you, and when you shift, the sting reminds you of every mark she left.

"You lasted longer than I thought you would," she says between breaths, and even now—completely fucked out, thighs still trembling—she's got that fucking pleased little smile on her face.

You don't have the energy to respond, just managing to flip her the bird while you stare at the ceiling, pulse still racing.

~~~

Sorry for the wait! I have a big project waiting to go, and also maybe another Twice smut that should be out within the next week or two :)

She had barely took a couple steps into the pitch-black darkness before rough hands grabbed her, forcefully ripping off her costume and restraining her into the chair sporting nothing but her skimpy black bra and panties. A spotlight flared to life, illuminating Delaine and the contraption holding her tight, vulnerable body.

A stiff leather strap firmly wrapped over her tiny waist, pinning her body to the chair. Her legs were spread apart, more leather restrains strapping down her thighs and ankles. She blushed, realising just how vulnerable she was, completely bound in place, her dignity held together by two miniscule pieces of fabric.

A man stepped out into light, holding up a vial of pink liquid. Delaine's body stiffened in shock as he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. He stared into her watering eyes, prying her mouth open and emptying the vials contents down her throat. Delaine spat out whatever liquid was left in her mouth.

"What the fk is going on? What did you even feed me!" Delaine thrashed against her restraints, desperately trying to pry herself away.

"It's all part of the experience, just relax and enjoy it."

The voice echoed behind her. Delaine craned her neck trying to see where it came from but she was firmly tied in place. She opened her mouth to protest, however, her mind turned fuzzy. Her whole body started to feel warm, her breathing growing heavy as she tried to stifle the strange noises bubbling up in her throat. A soft moan escaped her mouth, prompting the man to kneel at the foot of the chair, positioning himself in between her spread legs.

"Wait, what are you doing."

Cold, unhurried fingers slipped between her legs, dragging across her glistening slit, parting her slick folds without preamble. Delaine gasped, bucking in the chair, but her restraints held her open, helpless.

"Please... don't... no... don't do this..."

He ignored her and pressed two fingers inside her, working her open, slow at first, then suddenly rough, fingers curling deep and without warning.

Delaine's toes curled as she's penetrated, moaning as his fingers explored her tight little pussy. The slick sound of her own body echoed around the room. He twisted his hand, forcing another wave of heat through her, causing her breath to catch in humiliation and startled pleasure.

She tried, she tried to swallow the moans, tried to close her legs, tried to be anywhere but here. But the friction builds, spiralling higher, the sensation too much—pleasure knotted tight with shame and fear, every muscle quivering as he pumped his fingers harder, circling her clit with his thumb until she was gasping, moaning, legs shaking. She could feel her orgasm nearing, every stroke bringing her closer to the edge. He stopped abruptly, eliciting a frustrated whine from her as he withdrew his hand.

“Pathetic. Messy already. Didn’t say you can come.”

Delaine bit her lip, tears threatening. He worked her closer—pushing, circling, never giving enough. Every time her hips trembled, every time she whimpered, he paused.

She was a mess, panting and wriggling pathetically, face flushed bright red. Her head swam with both panic and need, desperate for some relief. She couldn't help the needy noises that spilled from her mouth, practically begging him to take her.

“How absolutely pitiful you are,” he cooed, kneeling before her dripping pussy to admire her pathetic expression.

"Pleasee, let me cum.. I can't take it anymore," Delaine pleaded, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

"Alright, you heard her, time for the reveal."

The lights flickered on, illuminating her surroundings previously shrouded in shadow. She was on a small stage, a curtain obscuring her view. A mechincal clinking sound echoed somewhere behind her, and the curtain opened slowly, revealing rows of seats facing the stage.

Delaines eyes widened. Seated were her close friends, classmates, cca mates, all equally in shock at seeing her almost completely naked body stretched out, legs wide open revealing her profusely dripping pussy. Her face flushed red in embarrassment and humiliation.

"What is this? You sick bastards! Let me go!"

"Weren't you just begging to come? We can't let such a precious moment go without a proper audience."

Delaine could see some of the guys in the crowd palming themselves through their pants, while others had their phones out, no doubt recording her defilement. Even the girls were whispering among themselves, the words slut and whore being thrown about. The man once again knelt between her legs, this time brandishing a bright pink dildo the size of her forearm.

"Oh god no... Please!" Delaine begged, turning her head and starting to sob as he brought the toy up to her dripping, waiting pussy, teasing her folds before easing into her. She shuddered and gasped as he pushed it in, inch by inch.

"Oh God..." she gurgled, eyes rolling back into her head as she arched against the restraints, her muscles tensing as she struggled to accommodate the girth. He began thrusting in and out, arousing a mixture of whimpers and moans, each stroke sending waves of heat throughout her body.

His other hand slid down her abdomen to toy with her clit, thumbing it while he worked on her pussy. Delaine squirmed helplessly, every sensation overwhelming her once again. She was soon reduced to pitiful, moaning, "No... no... no..." over and over again as he drove her ever closer to the edge.

"AHHhhhh... GOD!" She cried out as the climax slammed through her. Delaine shivered and shook all over, limbs straining against her bonds. Her stomach contracted as she squirted violently, fluids completely soaking the ground beneath her and nearly drenching the front row. She laid there, exhausted and defeated, looking to her friends for comfort only to be met with disgusted gazes.

"Please... help me..."

Then, before she even caught her breath, his fingers were inside her again—faster this time, crueller, relentless. He drove her forward with merciless precision, no patience for pleading, every motion designed to wring the worst from her. The shame was molten and inescapable; her body rocked against the restraints, thighs trembling, the chair groaning beneath her hips.

Her vision blurred at the edges. The slick sounds of her arousal were deafening. She begged, incoherent, but he doesn’t even flinch—his free hand clamped down on her mouth, smothering her protests and moans.

The sensation crested and broke—her second orgasm tore through her like wildfire, heat and ruin in its wake. Pleasure crashed into pain, shame tangled with want as she sobbed, gasping, boneless in the chair.

He didn’t stop, not even then. Not even when she begged, not even when her body convulsed uncontrollably, and her juices pooled on the floor. His fingers kept working, merciless, dragging her up again and again, refusing her even a moment to breathe. One orgasm slammed into the next, until she was incoherent, whimpering, mind wiped clean by sensation and shame, her body trembling, spent, utterly at his mercy.

Delaine blacked out somewhere after her fifth orgasm. Not like that stopped him from bringing her shivering, unconscious body to a sixth. When she finally came to the room was empty. They had untied her wrists but left the rest of her body still strapped in, leaving her to slowly undo her restrains one by one.

She pushed herself off the chair, only to collapse to the floor as her legs gave out under her. Delaine dragged herself back up, stumbling to the exit. A female attendant greeted her with a warm smile.

"Hope you had a great experience with us, we can't wait for your sponsored review post!"

Delaine stared at her as she draped an oversized HHN merch shirt over her, covering her up. The attendant guided her into the back of a cab, flashing her another cheery smile before handing her her phone and what remained of her costume in a bag. The ride home was a long one, glimpses of her defilement and humiliation flashing across her mind periodically.