#fumiren

The rain was pouring hard when you pulled up outside the discreet apartment building. Your girlfriend, Sora, had texted you goodnight an hour ago, thinking you were at a late work dinner. Another lie. Your hands were shaking a little as you typed the passcode Momo had sent you.

This was such a fucking mistake.

But the second the door opened, Momo was there in a tiny black camisole and panties, pulling you inside by your shirt and slamming the door shut. Her mouth was on yours instantly—hungry, desperate, like she’d been waiting all day.

“You came,” she whispered between kisses, hands already tugging at your belt. “I thought maybe you’d actually stay home with her tonight.”

“I tried.” Your voice was rough as you backed her against the wall. “But you—”

“I what?” She smiled against your lips, slipping her hand into your pants and wrapping her fingers around your already hard cock. She stroked you slowly, teasing. “I what, baby?”

“You drive me crazy.”

Momo laughed softly, the sound turning into a moan when you cupped her ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around your waist as you carried her to the bedroom. Her body was warm and soft, hips full and tits pressing against your chest. You’d tried to forget how good she felt, but it was impossible.

She pushed you onto the bed and stripped quickly, letting you drink in the sight of her. Momo had the kind of body that made you lose all sense—thick thighs, tiny waist, and those perfect, bouncy tits. She climbed on top and took your cock into her mouth without warning.

“Fuck, Momo—” You groaned as wet heat surrounded you. She gave head like she danced: focused, rhythmic, and filthy. Her tongue swirled around the head before she sank down deeper, taking as much as she could. One hand jerked the base while the other played with your balls. The sounds were obscene—wet slurping mixed with her soft hums of satisfaction.

She pulled off for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to your cock, and started jerking you with both hands. “You’re so hard for me. Does your girlfriend suck you like this?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she squeezed tighter.

“Don’t,” you warned, but your hips bucked into her fist anyway.

She just smirked and went back down, sucking harder until you were right on the edge. You pulled her up before you came, flipping her onto her back.

You slid your cock between her tits, and she pressed them together for you, looking up with that needy expression that always ruined you. The soft, warm pressure was incredible as you thrust between them. Momo tilted her head and licked the tip every time it came close, moaning encouragement.

“Feels good, right? Use me however you want tonight.”

You fucked her tits faster, the sight of her pretty face and flushed chest pushing you closer. When you couldn’t hold back anymore you pulled back and came across her tits and neck. Some even landed on her cheek. Momo scooped a little with her finger and licked it off, eyes locked on yours.

But she wasn’t done. She pushed you down and straddled you, sinking onto your cock in one smooth motion. Riding you reverse cowgirl first so you could watch her ass bounce. Her pussy was tight and soaking, gripping you perfectly as she moved.

“God, you fill me up so good,” she moaned, grinding down harder.

You sat up, pulling her back against your chest and thrusting up into her. One hand played with her tits, pinching her nipples while the other rubbed her clit. She came like that, shaking and crying out your name, walls pulsing around you.

You flipped her onto all fours for doggy style, gripping her hips and pounding into her hard. The sound of skin slapping wetly filled the room. Momo pushed back to meet every thrust, begging for more.

“Deeper—yes, just like that!”

You reached around and rubbed her clit again until she came a second time, nearly collapsing. You pulled out and flipped her back to missionary so you could see her face when you finally let go. You fucked her through her aftershocks, then buried yourself deep and came hard, filling her up as she moaned into your mouth.

After a minute you pulled out and moved up her body. Momo opened her mouth eagerly, taking your sensitive cock back between her lips to clean you off. She sucked gently until you were spotless, swallowing the last drops with a satisfied hum.

You collapsed beside her, both of you breathing heavily. The guilt came rushing back as the high faded. Sora’s face flashed in your mind—her trusting smile, the way she’d kissed you goodbye this morning.

“This has to stop,” you muttered, even as Momo curled into your side, tracing patterns on your chest with her finger.

“Mm. You said that last time.” She kissed your jaw softly. “But you keep coming back. I think you like making this mistake.”

You didn’t answer. She was right.

The rain was still falling outside when you finally got dressed to leave. Momo watched you from the bed, sheets barely covering her body, looking thoroughly fucked and beautiful.

“Text me when you want to make another mistake,” she said quietly.

You nodded and slipped out, the weight of what you were doing sitting heavy in your stomach the whole drive home. Sora was probably still waiting for you to crawl into bed and hold her like nothing happened.

And you would. For now.

But you both knew you’d be back the next time Momo called.

The hotel suite felt bigger than usual with just the two of you in it. The city lights bled through the half-drawn curtains, casting soft golden patterns across the carpet. Sana kicked the door shut behind her with a tired little sigh, the straps of her sleek silver dress slipping off one shoulder as she leaned back against it.

“You can relax now,” she said softly, her eyes finding yours. “No cameras. No managers. Just us until 8 AM.”

You nodded, locking the door like always and slipping your suit jacket off. Being her bodyguard meant you saw every version of her—the dazzling performer on stage, the exhausted girl in the van, the playful flirt who loved teasing you when no one was looking. But tonight she looked different. Hungrier.

Sana walked over slowly, bare feet silent on the carpet. She stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could smell her perfume mixed with the faint scent of champagne from the after-party. Her fingers traced the edge of your tie before loosening it with a small tug.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” she whispered, voice lower than usual. “About you.”

Your hands found her waist automatically, pulling her closer. The second your lips met hers, the tension that had been building for months snapped. The kiss started slow and deep, but Sana quickly turned it desperate, tongue sliding against yours as her body pressed flush against you. You backed her toward the bedroom, hands roaming over the smooth fabric of her dress until you found the zipper and dragged it down.

The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in just a tiny black lace set that barely covered anything. Her breasts looked incredible in the dim light, full and soft, nipples already visible through the thin material. You lifted her up effortlessly—years of protective instincts making it easy—and she wrapped her legs around your waist with a breathy laugh that turned into a moan when you kissed down her neck.

You laid her on the king-sized bed, crawling over her. Sana’s hands were already working on your shirt buttons, impatient. Once your chest was bare, she sat up and pushed you onto your back, straddling your hips. Her hair fell around her face like a curtain as she leaned down to kiss you again, grinding slowly against the growing bulge in your pants.

“Been so wet for you since the car ride,” she murmured against your lips. One of her hands slipped between you, palming your cock through the fabric before unzipping you. She freed your length and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly from base to tip while watching your face. “So thick… I love how hard you get for me.”

You groaned, hips bucking into her hand. Sana smiled that signature mischievous smile and slid down your body. She took her time, kissing and licking along your shaft before wrapping her soft lips around the head. The warmth of her mouth made your head fall back. She sucked gently at first, then deeper, her tongue swirling as she bobbed her head. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit while the other cupped your balls, massaging them perfectly.

“Fuck, Sana…” you breathed, threading your fingers through her hair but not forcing her. She hummed around you, the vibration shooting straight through your body. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your cock, and stroked you fast while looking up at you with those pretty eyes.

“You like my mouth, baby?” she asked, voice husky. You nodded, and she dove back down, taking you even deeper until you hit the back of her throat. The sounds she made—wet, sloppy, eager—were driving you crazy. You had to pull her off before you finished too early.

“My turn,” you said, flipping her onto her back. You peeled her panties off slowly, revealing how soaked she already was. Sana spread her legs for you without hesitation, biting her lip as you kissed down her stomach. You licked a slow stripe up her pussy, savoring her taste, then focused on her clit while sliding two fingers inside her.

She moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Yes… just like that.” Your fingers curled, hitting that spot that made her thighs shake. You sucked on her clit while pumping your fingers faster, and it didn’t take long before her breathing turned into sharp gasps.

“I’m gonna—ah!” Sana’s body tensed, and she squirted hard around your fingers, soaking your hand and the sheets beneath her. You didn’t stop, working her through it until she was trembling and pushing at your head with a breathless laugh.

You climbed back up, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on your tongue. Sana reached down and guided your cock to her entrance, rubbing the head against her slick folds.

“Inside me,” she whispered. “I need you.”

You pushed in slowly, groaning at how tight and warm she felt. Sana’s nails dug into your shoulders as you bottomed out, her legs wrapping around your waist. You started thrusting steadily, deep and rhythmic, watching her face the whole time—mouth open, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

“Harder,” she begged after a minute, and you gave it to her, pounding into her until the headboard started knocking against the wall. You reached between you to rub her clit, and she came again, squirting around your cock with a cry of your name, walls clenching so tight it almost pushed you out.

You flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on all fours. Sliding back in from behind felt even deeper. You gripped her ass, thrusting hard while reaching around to play with her tits, pinching her nipples. Sana pushed back against you, meeting every thrust.

“Fill me up,” she moaned, voice muffled by the pillow. “I want to feel it.”

You kept going, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. When you felt yourself getting close, you pulled out and flipped her again, wanting to see her face. You entered her in missionary, hooking one of her legs over your shoulder. The new angle made her eyes roll back.

A few more deep thrusts and you buried yourself inside her, cumming hard as her pussy milked you. Sana shuddered through another orgasm, nails raking down your back.

You stayed inside her for a moment, both of you catching your breath. Then you pulled out gently and moved down, licking her clean while she twitched from sensitivity. She tugged you back up for a slow, lazy kiss.

“Still hours until 8 AM,” Sana whispered against your lips, smiling softly as she traced your chest with her fingers. Her body was flushed and glowing, hair messy in the sexiest way. “Don’t think we’re done yet, bodyguard.”

You chuckled, pulling her into your arms and kissing the top of her head. The city hummed quietly outside while the two of you stayed tangled together, hearts still racing, knowing the night was only getting started.

Sana traced lazy circles on your chest for a minute, catching her breath, but her hand soon wandered lower. She wrapped her fingers around your cock again, stroking you back to full hardness with slow, teasing movements. “Look at you… already ready for more,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Her touch was playful at first, then firmer, thumb brushing over the sensitive head until you were throbbing in her palm.

You rolled onto your side, facing her, and slid your hand between her thighs. She was still slick from before, warm and inviting. Two fingers slipped inside easily, curling gently while your thumb found her clit. Sana’s breath hitched, her hips rolling into your hand as she kept pumping you.

The room filled with soft, wet sounds and quiet moans. You kissed her deeply, tongues sliding together while you fingered her faster. She squeezed you tighter in response, her strokes matching your rhythm. It didn’t take long before her thighs started trembling again.

“Right there—fuck,” she gasped, breaking the kiss. Her pussy clenched around your fingers and she squirted again, soaking your hand and wrist. The sight of her losing control like that made you even harder.

Sana didn’t give you time to recover. She pushed you flat on your back and climbed on top, straddling you. She reached back, lining your cock up with her entrance, and sank down slowly, taking every inch until her ass rested against your thighs. The way her walls hugged you was perfect—hot, tight, and still pulsing from her last orgasm.

She started riding you with smooth rolls of her hips, hands braced on your chest. Her tits bounced beautifully with every movement, and you couldn’t resist reaching up to cup them, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. Sana leaned forward, letting her hair fall around both of you as she kissed you messily.

“Feels so good inside me,” she whispered between kisses. You gripped her ass, helping her move faster, thrusting up to meet her. The angle let you hit deep every time, drawing pretty little whimpers from her lips.

After a while, she spun around into reverse cowgirl, giving you an incredible view of her ass as she rode you. You watched yourself disappear inside her over and over, slick sounds echoing. Sana leaned back, one hand on your thigh for balance while the other rubbed her own clit. Her moans got louder, breathier, until she came hard again, squirting around your cock and dripping down your balls.

You sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against your chest. In this spooning position, you took over, thrusting up into her while your other hand played with her tits and rubbed her sensitive clit. Sana turned her head, kissing you sloppily over her shoulder as you fucked her steadily.

“Want you to cum in my mouth this time,” she breathed. The words alone nearly pushed you over the edge.

You pulled out and she quickly turned around, taking you into her mouth again. She sucked eagerly, tasting herself on you, one hand jerking the base while the other massaged your balls. You groaned, threading your fingers through her hair as she worked you closer and closer.

“I’m close,” you warned. Sana looked up at you with those dark, eager eyes and took you deeper, humming encouragement. You spilled into her mouth with a deep groan, and she swallowed most of it, the rest leaking from the corner of her lips. She licked you clean, then crawled up to kiss you, letting you taste the mix of both of you.

You stayed like that for a bit, catching your breath, bodies pressed together. But the heat between you hadn’t faded. Sana reached down again, stroking you gently, her lips brushing your ear.

“Still not done with you,” she teased, nipping at your lobe. “We’ve got hours left.”

You flipped her onto her stomach once more, but this time you took it slower, kissing down her spine before spreading her legs and sliding back inside her from behind. The lazy, deep thrusts felt intimate after the intensity earlier. Sana pushed her ass back against you, meeting every movement, soft moans muffled against the pillow.

Your hand slipped under her to rub her clit in slow circles. She came again—quieter this time, but no less intense—her body shuddering beneath yours. You kept going, chasing your own release, and when it hit you filled her pussy once more, hips pressed tight against her ass as you groaned her name.

Collapsing beside her, you pulled Sana close, spooning her properly this time. She nestled back into you, sweaty and glowing, one leg tangled with yours. Your hand rested on her stomach, thumb stroking softly while she hummed contentedly.

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The sky outside was still dark, the clock nowhere near 8 AM. Her breathing was slowing down, but you could already feel the way her body shifted against yours—subtle, restless, promising there was plenty more to come before morning light forced you both back into your usual roles.

Sana turned in your arms, facing you fully now. Her fingers danced along your jaw before she leaned in for a slow, lingering kiss that quickly grew heated again. You could feel her nipples brushing against your chest, still hard and sensitive. Without breaking the kiss, she hooked one leg over your hip, grinding her wet pussy against your thigh.

You reached down, slipping two fingers back inside her easily. She was soaked, practically dripping. You pumped them lazily at first, then faster, curling them just right while your palm rubbed against her clit. Sana moaned into your mouth, her hand finding your cock and stroking it back to life with long, firm pulls.

“Shower,” she whispered breathlessly after a few minutes. “I want you in the shower.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You scooped her up, carrying her to the luxurious bathroom. The glass enclosure was huge, and you turned the water on hot, steam quickly filling the space. Under the spray, Sana dropped to her knees immediately, water cascading over her hair and shoulders as she took you into her mouth again. She sucked you deep and sloppy, water mixing with her saliva as she looked up at you with wet lashes.

You pulled her back up after a while, spinning her around so her hands braced against the tiled wall. You spread her legs and thrust into her from behind, the hot water making everything slicker. The sound of skin slapping wetly mixed with the shower’s rush. Sana pushed back against you, arching her back beautifully, her moans echoing off the walls.

You reached around to rub her clit while pounding into her, and she came hard—squirting down her thighs and onto the shower floor, her legs shaking so much you had to hold her up. You kept fucking her through it, chasing your own high, before pulling out and painting her ass and lower back with thick ropes of cum. The water washed most of it away quickly, but the sight stayed burned in your mind.

You turned her around, kissing her deeply under the spray. Sana grabbed the body wash, soaping up her hands and running them all over your body, paying special attention to your cock until you were hard again. You returned the favor, soaping her tits and sliding your fingers between her legs until she was whimpering and grinding against your hand.

Back in the bedroom, still slightly damp, she pushed you onto the edge of the bed and climbed into your lap facing you. Cowgirl again, but slower this time—more intimate. Sana rolled her hips in deep, sensual waves, her arms wrapped around your neck. You buried your face in her chest, sucking and licking at her tits while she rode you.

Her pace gradually quickened. You gripped her ass, helping her bounce on your cock. The new angle hit something perfect inside her, and suddenly she was squirting again, soaking your lap and the sheets. She didn’t stop, riding you through the orgasm until her movements became erratic.

You flipped positions, laying her on her back at the edge of the bed with her legs over your shoulders. This let you drive deep and hard. Sana’s hands fisted the sheets, her head tossing side to side as another orgasm built fast.

“Cum inside me again,” she pleaded, voice hoarse. “I want to feel full.”

You thrust harder, the wet sounds obscene. When you finally came, you buried yourself as deep as possible, filling her pussy while she clenched around you, milking every drop. The intensity left both of you breathless.

Instead of pulling out right away, you stayed connected, leaning down to kiss her softly. Sana’s fingers ran through your hair, her legs still wrapped loosely around you. You eventually slipped out and grabbed a warm towel from the bathroom, cleaning her gently before cleaning yourself.

She pulled you back into bed, curling against your side once more. Her body was tired but buzzing, one hand resting possessively on your chest as she traced invisible patterns with her fingertip.

The night still had a few more hours left in it, and neither of you seemed interested in sleeping anytime soon. Sana’s leg slid between yours, her breathing warm against your neck, already hinting at the next wave of need building between you.

She shifted higher, straddling your thigh again while her hand found your cock. You mirrored her, sliding two fingers back into her soaked pussy as she slowly stroked you. The two of you moved together like that for a while—lazy, sensual, eyes locked in the dim light. Her hips rocked against your hand while she twisted her wrist on every upstroke, thumb gliding over the head of your cock.

The tension built gradually until Sana couldn’t wait anymore. She climbed on top in a full sixty-nine, lowering her pussy to your mouth while taking you between her lips. You licked and sucked at her eagerly, tongue flicking her clit as she bobbed on your cock. Her moans vibrated around you, making your hips buck. She ground down on your face, chasing pleasure while sucking you deeper and sloppier than before.

You felt her thighs start to quake and pushed your tongue inside her just as she came, squirting messily over your mouth and chin. The feeling pushed you over the edge right after—she kept sucking as you spilled down her throat, swallowing greedily until you were spent.

Sana turned around and kissed you deeply, tasting both of you on each other’s tongues. You stayed like that for a few minutes, hands roaming lazily over sweat-slick skin. But the hunger was still there, quieter now but persistent.

You stood up, pulling her with you toward the tall window overlooking the city. The glass was cool against her front as you pressed her against it from behind. Sana braced her hands on the window, arching her back as you slid into her again. The view of the sleeping city below made everything feel even more forbidden.

You fucked her slow and deep at first, hands on her hips, then faster as she pushed back demanding more. One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other gently wrapped around her throat—not squeezing hard, just enough to make her moan louder. She came again, legs shaking, another smaller squirt dripping down her thighs.

Turning her around to face you, you lifted one of her legs and entered her again. Face to face, chest to chest, you thrust up into her while kissing her breathless. Sana’s arms wrapped tight around your neck, her tits pressed against you as she whispered filthy little encouragements in your ear.

When you felt yourself getting close again, you carried her back to the bed and laid her down. You entered her in missionary one last time, slow and intentional, savoring every second. Sana’s legs locked around your waist, pulling you impossibly deeper as she came around you, triggering your own release. You filled her completely, groaning into her neck as wave after wave pulsed inside her.

The two of you stayed connected for a long time afterward, breathing together, bodies trembling from exhaustion and pleasure. Eventually you pulled out gently and cleaned her up with a fresh towel, taking your time to be soft and careful. Sana watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, a small, satisfied smile on her lips.

You climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over both of you. She curled into your chest immediately, one leg thrown over yours, her hand resting right over your heart.

“Best way to spend the night,” she murmured sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. You ran your fingers through her damp hair, holding her close as the first hints of dawn began to lighten the sky outside.

By the time 8 AM rolled around, the city was waking up again. Schedules, cameras, and responsibilities would come flooding back soon. But for now, in these last quiet minutes, it was just the two of you—bodies tangled, hearts steady, the memory of the long night wrapped around you like a secret.

Sana lifted her head slightly, meeting your eyes with that familiar playful spark mixed with something warmer. “Until next time, bodyguard.”

You kissed her forehead, pulling her even closer. “I’ll be right here.”

Part 2?

You crossed the room in three strides and pulled her into your arms. She smelled like airport perfume and the faint trace of her favorite vanilla body wash. “You’re home.”

“I’m home,” she whispered, melting against you. Her hands slid under your shirt like she needed to feel skin immediately. “Missed you so much it hurt.”

You kissed her then—soft at first, then deeper, pouring in all the lonely nights and early morning texts. Karina sighed into your mouth, fingers threading through your hair as she pressed closer. There was no rush. Just relief and love and that familiar spark that always burned hotter when she came back.

“Bed?” she asked against your lips.

“Bed.”

You walked there without letting go, shedding clothes along the way. By the time you reached the mattress she was in just her panties, you in your boxers. You laid her down gently, hovering over her like she was something precious. Because she was.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, kissing down her neck. “My pretty girl.”

Karina’s breath hitched when you reached her chest. Her tits were full and soft, nipples already pebbled. You took your time, sucking one into your mouth while kneading the other, drawing those sweet little sounds you’d missed so much. She arched into you, back curving gracefully.

“Missed your mouth on me,” she admitted, voice breathy.

You spent long minutes worshiping her chest before sliding lower. But tonight she had other plans. Karina gently pushed you onto your back and straddled your thighs, peeling your boxers down. Your cock sprang free, hard and aching for her.

She wrapped her hand around you first, stroking slowly, lovingly. “So hard already… all for me?” Her thumb circled the head, spreading the precum that had leaked out.

“Only you.”

She smiled softly and leaned down, taking you into her warm mouth. The feeling was heaven after weeks without it. Karina gave the kind of blowjobs that felt like affection—wet, enthusiastic, with lots of eye contact. She bobbed her head, taking more each time, while her hand jerked the base in perfect rhythm.

“Fuck, Karina… you’re so good.”

She hummed around you, the vibration making your toes curl. After a few minutes she pulled off and shifted, pressing her tits together around your cock. You groaned at the sight. She started moving, sliding you between her soft breasts while looking up at you with those dark, loving eyes.

“Like this?” she asked, almost shy.

“Perfect. You’re perfect.”

You thrust gently between her tits, the glide smooth and warm. Every so often she’d lean down and lick the tip, tasting you. The combination of her hands, mouth, and chest had you getting close embarrassingly fast.

But you didn’t want to finish there. You pulled her up gently and flipped you both so she was underneath again. You kissed her deeply as you hooked your fingers in her panties and slid them off. She was soaked.

You rubbed your cock against her folds, teasing her clit until she was whimpering. “Please… need you inside.”

You pushed in slowly, savoring every inch. Karina’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping as you bottomed out. You stayed there for a moment, foreheads pressed together, just feeling each other.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too,” she breathed. “Now move, baby.”

You started slow, deep thrusts that made her toes curl. Missionary so you could watch her face—every flutter of her lashes, every bitten lip. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper. The room filled with soft sounds: skin meeting skin, her quiet moans, your praises.

“You feel so good… so tight for me.”

“Harder,” she gasped after a while. “I can take it.”

You picked up the pace, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out. One of your hands found hers, fingers intertwining as you fucked her. The other played with her clit until she came hard around you, clenching and shaking, moaning your name like a prayer.

You kept going, drawing it out for her, then flipped her onto her stomach. She got on all fours, pushing her ass back against you needily. You slid back in from behind, gripping her hips as you thrust deep. The new angle made her tremble again.

One hand reached around to rub her clit while you fucked her, the other squeezing her breast. She came a second time with a muffled cry into the pillow.

When you felt yourself getting close, you flipped her back to missionary because you needed to see her face. You buried yourself as deep as possible and came hard, filling her up with pulse after pulse. Karina held you tight through it, kissing your neck and whispering how much she loved feeling you come inside her.

You stayed connected for a long time afterward, catching your breath together. Eventually you pulled out carefully and brought a warm towel to clean her up. She caught your wrist and pulled you back down instead.

“Just hold me first,” she murmured.

You did, wrapping her in your arms. She curled into you like she always did after sex, leg thrown over yours, head on your chest.

“Three weeks is too long,” she said sleepily. “Next tour you’re coming with me. I don’t care what we have to do.”

You laughed softly, kissing the top of her head. “Deal.”

The city hummed outside the window, but in here it was just the two of you—warm skin, quiet breathing, and the kind of love that made every separation worth the return.

Karina was already drifting off, a small smile on her lips. You followed soon after, happier than you’d been in weeks.

Hana laughed softly, but the air in the room felt thicker than normal. This tension had been building for months—stolen glances in the practice room, late-night van rides where hands brushed too often, and quiet conversations that danced around what everyone was really thinking.

Seungcheol stepped closer first, his hand gently tilting her chin up. “We’re serious, Hana. You always look after us. Tonight, it’s our turn.”

Before she could overthink it, Mingyu was behind her, large hands settling on her waist. The warmth of both men surrounding her made her pulse race. She looked up at Seungcheol, heart hammering, and nodded.

That was all it took.

Seungcheol kissed her first—deep and commanding, his tongue sliding against hers as Mingyu’s lips found the side of her neck. Hands roamed everywhere. Her blouse was unbuttoned and tossed aside, followed quickly by her skirt. Soon she was standing between them in just her black lace bra and panties, shivering under their combined attention.

Mingyu unhooked her bra with surprising skill, cupping her breasts from behind while Seungcheol dropped to his knees and pulled her panties down. He spread her legs slightly and licked a slow stripe up her pussy, making her moan into Mingyu’s mouth.

They moved her to the king-sized bed like she weighed nothing. Seungcheol sat against the headboard and pulled her between his legs, her back to his chest. Mingyu knelt in front of her, spreading her thighs wide.

“Look how wet you already are,” Mingyu murmured, voice low. He leaned in and devoured her, tongue flicking her clit while two thick fingers pushed inside her. Seungcheol’s hands played with her tits, pinching her nipples as he kissed along her shoulder.

Hana’s head fell back against Seungcheol’s chest, moaning loudly. The dual sensation was overwhelming in the best way. Mingyu’s fingers curled perfectly while his tongue worked her clit, and it didn’t take long before she was trembling.

“Cum for us, baby,” Seungcheol whispered in her ear, voice rough. Hana cried out as her first orgasm hit hard, squirting around Mingyu’s fingers. He kept going, drawing it out until she was shaking.

They didn’t give her much time to recover. Mingyu stood up, freeing his impressive cock while Seungcheol did the same. Hana turned onto all fours, eagerly taking Mingyu into her mouth first. He was thick and long, stretching her lips as she bobbed on him. Seungcheol positioned himself behind her and pushed in slowly, filling her pussy in one smooth thrust.

The spitroast felt incredible. Seungcheol fucked her with steady, deep strokes while she sucked Mingyu eagerly. They switched after a few minutes—Seungcheol now in her mouth, Mingyu pounding into her from behind. Both men groaned in pleasure, hands gripping her hair and hips.

“Such a good girl taking both of us,” Mingyu praised, thrusting harder.

Hana moaned around Seungcheol’s cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. They took turns facefucking her gently but firmly, her saliva dripping down her chin as she tried to take as much as she could.

After switching again, they pulled her up. Hana straddled Mingyu as he lay on his back, sinking down onto his cock with a long moan. Seungcheol knelt beside them, feeding his length into her mouth while she rode Mingyu. The rhythm was perfect—her hips rolling, Seungcheol’s hand guiding her head.

She came again like that, pussy clenching hard around Mingyu as she squirted down his shaft. The men weren’t far behind. Mingyu gripped her hips and thrust up, filling her with his cum. Seungcheol pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself fast, painting her tits and stomach with thick ropes.

Hana collapsed onto Mingyu’s chest, breathing heavily. Seungcheol grabbed a warm towel and cleaned her gently, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder. But the night was far from over. She could already feel both of them getting hard again against her.

Mingyu kissed her forehead with a lazy grin. “We’ve still got hours before anyone expects us anywhere.”

Seungcheol’s hand slid down her back, squeezing her ass possessively. “And we’re nowhere near done with you yet.”

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Hana smiled, heart racing with anticipation as she nestled between their strong bodies, knowing this secret night was only just beginning.

Seungcheol’s fingers traced lazy patterns down her spine while Mingyu’s large hand rested on her thigh, gently squeezing. The quiet moment didn’t last long. Seungcheol tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply, slow and possessive, as Mingyu shifted lower on the bed. He spread her legs again and licked her clean, tongue gentle but thorough over her sensitive folds.

Hana moaned into Seungcheol’s mouth, her body already responding. Mingyu added two fingers, pumping them steadily while his tongue focused on her clit. The combination had her hips rolling against his face in no time. Seungcheol swallowed every sound she made, one hand kneading her breast while the other held her steady.

When she came again, it was sudden and intense—her thighs clamping around Mingyu’s head as she squirted onto his tongue. He groaned in appreciation, lapping it up before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

They repositioned her effortlessly. Seungcheol lay back and pulled Hana on top of him in reverse cowgirl, guiding her down onto his thick cock. She sank slowly, gasping at the stretch. Mingyu knelt in front of her, stroking his length as he watched her ride their leader.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Mingyu murmured. He leaned in, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth while his fingers found her clit, rubbing tight circles as she bounced on Seungcheol.

The pleasure built fast. Hana’s movements grew frantic, her moans filling the suite. Seungcheol gripped her hips from below, thrusting up to meet her, while Mingyu’s fingers pushed her closer to the edge. She came hard, clenching around Seungcheol and squirting over his lap and Mingyu’s hand.

Before she could catch her breath, they switched. Mingyu pulled her into his lap facing him, sliding into her soaked pussy in one smooth motion. Seungcheol moved behind her, pressing his chest to her back. He reached around to rub her clit while Mingyu fucked her with deep, powerful strokes.

The sensation of both men focusing entirely on her was overwhelming. Mingyu’s cock hit deep with every thrust, and Seungcheol’s skilled fingers kept constant pressure on her clit. Hana’s head fell back against Seungcheol’s shoulder, lost in pleasure.

“Another one, baby. Let us feel you,” Seungcheol whispered hotly in her ear.

She shattered again, squirting messily between them. Mingyu groaned at the feeling and picked up speed, chasing his release. He came deep inside her with a low moan, filling her up. Seungcheol took his place almost immediately, sliding into her cum-filled pussy and fucking her through the aftershocks.

Hana was trembling, oversensitive but still craving more. Seungcheol didn’t hold back, pounding into her until he too spilled inside, mixing with Mingyu’s release. The warmth of both of them leaking out of her made her shiver.

They laid her down gently in the middle of the bed, surrounding her with their bodies. Mingyu grabbed a towel and wiped her down carefully while Seungcheol fetched water, making her drink slowly. Their touches stayed tender now, hands stroking her arms and legs as she caught her breath.

But the heat between the three of them refused to die down completely. Hana reached out, wrapping a hand around each of their cocks, stroking them back to hardness. Mingyu and Seungcheol exchanged a look before turning their attention to her again.

Mingyu pulled her on top of him once more, this time facing away so Seungcheol could kneel between both their legs. He pushed back into her from behind, the angle tight and intense with Mingyu already filling her. Hana gasped at the overwhelming fullness, her body adjusting to both of them stretching her pussy together.

They moved carefully at first, finding a rhythm that had her seeing stars. The double penetration was intense, every thrust sending sparks through her entire body. Seungcheol reached around to rub her clit while Mingyu played with her tits, pinching her nipples just right.

Hana came harder than before, squirting around both cocks as her body shook uncontrollably. The men followed soon after, groaning as they filled her again, their releases mixing deep inside her.

Exhausted and glowing, Hana collapsed between them. Seungcheol pulled her close against his chest while Mingyu spooned her from behind, his arm draped over her waist. Soft kisses were pressed to her shoulders and neck as their breathing slowly synced.

The city lights continued to sparkle outside, but inside the suite, time felt suspended. Hana nestled deeper into their warmth, knowing there were still hours left before the real world called them back.

Seungcheol’s hand trailed slowly down her side, fingers brushing over her hip before slipping between her legs again. She was sore but still incredibly wet, their combined releases making everything slick. Mingyu kissed the back of her neck, his cock already hardening against her ass as he pressed closer.

They took her to the spacious shower when the need flared up again. Steam filled the bathroom quickly as hot water cascaded over the three of them. Hana found herself pressed against the cool tile, Seungcheol in front of her and Mingyu behind. Seungcheol lifted one of her legs, sliding back into her while Mingyu reached around to rub her clit with practiced fingers.

The position was perfect for deep, rolling thrusts. Water ran down their bodies as they moved together, Seungcheol’s mouth on hers and Mingyu’s lips on her shoulder. Hana’s moans echoed off the walls, growing louder as another orgasm built fast. She squirted around Seungcheol’s cock, her knees buckling until both men held her upright.

They didn’t stop. Mingyu took his turn next, turning her to face the tile and fucking her from behind while Seungcheol stroked himself, occasionally feeding his cock into her eager mouth. The dual stimulation left her dizzy with pleasure.

Back in the bedroom, they laid her on her back at the edge of the bed. Mingyu stood between her legs, thrusting deep and steady while Seungcheol knelt beside her head, letting her suck him lazily. Their hands explored every inch of her—pinching nipples, rubbing her clit, gripping her thighs.

Hana lost count of how many times she came, each one blending into the next until her body felt like liquid heat. Finally, Mingyu buried himself deep and filled her again with a low groan. Seungcheol followed right after, pulling out of her mouth at the last second to cum across her chest and neck.

Completely spent, they cleaned her up with warm towels and fresh sheets. Seungcheol carried her back to the center of the bed while Mingyu dimmed the lights. They sandwiched her between them once more, bodies pressed close in a protective, intimate cocoon.

Hana sighed contentedly, her fingers tracing lazy lines across Seungcheol’s chest while Mingyu’s arm wrapped securely around her waist from behind. Soft kisses were exchanged in the quiet—on her forehead, her shoulder, her lips. No words were needed. The connection between them felt deeper than just the physical release.

As the first hints of morning light began to creep through the curtains, reality slowly settled back in. Schedules would resume soon. Practices, interviews, and the careful public image they all maintained. But for these final quiet moments, it was just the three of them.

Seungcheol brushed a strand of hair from her face, his voice low and warm. “We’ve got you, Hana. Always.”

Mingyu hummed in agreement, pressing one last kiss to the back of her neck. She smiled sleepily, letting herself enjoy the lingering warmth and the safety of their bodies wrapped around hers.

The night had been intense, filthy, and perfect. And as 8 AM approached, Hana closed her eyes for just a little longer, savoring every second of their secret double shot of indulgence.