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Could u pls write a story where Karina goes to a massage parlor but the masseuse turns out to be a pervert fanboy who takes advantage of Rina’s body and starts groping and using her? Thank u, love ur work!

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BEING MASSIVE IS WRONG

aespa Karina X Male Reader

Warning : Non Con Smut (please don't read if you don't like it, thanks!)

The neon lights of the city flickered outside the tinted windows of the sleek yellow taxi as it glided through the crowded streets. Inside, Karina, the stunning K-pop idol from Aespa, leaned back against the plush leather, her eyes fluttering closed with the gentle rhythm of the car's movement. The past weeks had been a whirlwind of concerts and tours, her slender body pushed to its limits. The quiet solace of the massage parlor she was heading to was the only thing keeping her spirits afloat. She had heard whispers of its reputation for being the ultimate retreat for celebrities seeking refuge from the prying eyes of the public.

As the taxi pulled to a stop in front of the unassuming building, Karina stepped out, her towering stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk. She smoothed the tight, short black mini bodycon dress that hugged her figure like a glove. The cool evening breeze played with the fabric, hinting at the curves beneath. The dress was a stark contrast to her usually more modest stage costumes, but tonight was about shedding the layers of her public persona and indulging in some much-needed self-care.

Inside, the massage parlor was dimly lit, the scent of incense wafting through the air, creating a serene atmosphere. She was led to a private room and instructed to remove her clothes and wrap herself in the fluffy white towel provided. The masseuse would be with her shortly. She did as told, eager to feel the release of tension from her overworked muscles. The towel barely covered her voluminous assets, making her feel a bit self-conscious, but she reassured herself that this was all part of the professional service.

When the masseuse, a man in his early thirties, entered the room, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease. He had a greasy smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, and his lecherous gaze lingered on her exposed thighs a moment too long. Karina tried to push the discomfort aside, focusing on the promise of relief ahead. He began the massage with her back, his strong hands kneading the knots from her shoulders to her lower back, and she couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.

But as his hands ventured closer to the edge of the towel, the man's professional demeanor began to crack. His touch grew bolder, his breathing heavier. "Is everything okay?" Karina asked, her voice a mix of confusion and wariness. He mumbled something about ensuring a thorough massage and urged her to lie on her back. The room grew tense as he began to massage her calves, his eyes darting up to her chest every few moments.

Karina felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine as she watched him inch the towel higher up her legs. The material barely contained her thick thighs, and she knew that any more movement would expose her entirely. She was about to protest when his hand slipped, the towel dropping to reveal one of her massive boobs. The masseuse's eyes bulged, his pupils dilating with lust. "I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice thick with desire, but his apology rang hollow. His eyes were glued to her soft, round flesh, and she could see his hands tremble slightly.

"It's okay," she said, trying to keep her voice calm despite the alarm bells ringing in her head. She reached for the towel, but he was quicker. "Let me," he said, his voice low and hungry. Before she could react, his hands were on her, cupping her breast, weighing it in his palms like it was a precious jewel. She gasped, the shock of his touch sending a bolt of electricity through her body. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a sickening blend of admiration and entitlement.

Karina's eyes widened in horror as she realized she was at the mercy of this perverted fan. She was about to scream when his hand clamped over her mouth. "Shh," he whispered, his eyes never leaving her terrified gaze. "I won't hurt you, I just want to enjoy the real Karina." He leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling her ear. "You know you like it," he hissed, his other hand squeezing her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Karina struggled against him, trying to push his hand away. But he was too strong, his grip tightening as he chuckled at her futile efforts. He began to slap her breasts, the sound echoing through the soundproof room. Each smack sent waves of pain and humiliation through her body, making her feel like a helpless doll in his perverted game. She felt his other hand slide down to her crotch, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her panties. "Please," she whimpered, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

The masseuse leaned in closer, his breath hot and moist against her cheek. "You're so popular, aren't you?" he murmured, his hand squeezing her breast harder. "All those fans, and now you're all mine." He pinched her nipple sharply, eliciting a muffled scream from her. "You're going to give me what I want, and you're going to like it." His hand slid down to her stomach, his fingertips dancing dangerously close to the elastic band of her underwear.

Karina's thoughts raced. She had to get out of this situation. But how? She was naked, vulnerable, and trapped in a room with a man who had no intention of letting her go. Her mind reeled with the potential consequences of her decision to come here alone. "Please," she begged again, her voice muffled by his hand. "I'll do anything, just stop."

The man's grin grew wider, his eyes dark with excitement. "Oh, I know you will," he said, his voice thick with lust. He released her mouth and slithered his hand up to her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "But first, I want a little show." He pushed her onto her back and straddled her, his weight pinning her to the massage table.

"Take off the towel," he ordered, his eyes glinting with anticipation. Karina felt a wave of nausea wash over her, but she knew she had to play along if she wanted to escape unscathed. She took a deep breath and slowly lifted the towel, revealing her naked body to his greedy gaze.

The masseuse's eyes roamed over her, drinking in every inch of her exposed skin. He took a moment to appreciate the view before leaning in to kiss her neck. His stubble scraped against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with pleasure. "You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Karina felt her stomach churn as his hands moved to her breasts again, his palms rough against her sensitive flesh. He began to knead them, his thumbs circling her nipples, pulling and pinching until they stood erect. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, the pain a stark reminder of her helplessness. "Let's make this interesting," he said, his tone more a statement than a question.

He slid off the massage table, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuckled his pants. Karina's eyes grew wide with horror as she saw his erection spring free, thick and veiny. "You're going to make me feel good," he told her, stroking himself slowly. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it." He climbed back onto the table, positioning himself so that his cock was hovering just above her chest.

"Take it," he instructed, his voice gruff and demanding. "Show me how much you love your fans." Karina felt a tear roll down her cheek as she reached up with trembling hands. She wrapped them around his shaft, her grip tentative at first, then tightened as she began to move them up and down. The masseuse groaned with pleasure, his hips bucking slightly with each stroke. She kept her eyes on his, trying to find some semblance of humanity in the monster that stood before her.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Just like that." His hands moved to her breasts again, his thumbs flicking her nipples in time with the rhythm of her movements. She could feel his cock growing harder in her grasp, and she knew what was coming next. "Look at me," he ordered, his eyes boring into hers. She did, unable to look away even as his grip on her breasts grew rougher, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

"Now, squeeze them together," he instructed, his breath coming in ragged pants. Karina's cheeks flushed with humiliation as she obeyed, her massive breasts forming a perfect cushion for his erection. The man groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he began to fuck her tits. The sound of his cock smacking against her chest filled the room, each impact sending a jolt of pain and degradation through her body.

"You're so good at this," he said, his voice strained. "Just like you're meant to be." His hands slammed down on her breasts, pushing them closer together, his hips bucking faster. She felt his cock swell even more, his excitement palpable. Karina's mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare, but her body was frozen with fear.

"I'm going to cum," he panted, his eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing between her cleavage. She could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his face contorting with lust. "Look how much you turn me on." His voice grew louder, his movements more erratic. She knew she couldn't take much more of this.

But before she could formulate a plan, the inevitable happened. With a final grunt, he erupted, his hot cum spurting onto her face and chest, some of it even reaching her mouth. Karina's eyes watered from the sheer violation, her mind reeling as she tasted the salty bitterness on her tongue. The masseuse stared down at her, a twisted expression of satisfaction on his face.

"Look," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. He leaned closer, pointing to the corner of the room where a small, unassuming camera blinked back at her. "You're a star, aren't you?" His finger traced the path of the semen down her neck to her breast. "But now, you're my little secret." He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Lick it off," he ordered, his hand gripping her chin to force her to look at the CCTV. "Show me how much you enjoyed it."

The room spun around Karina, her stomach lurching at the thought of her ordeal being recorded for his sick pleasure. But she knew she had to play along, to survive this twisted game. With a trembling hand, she reached up and swiped a finger through the sticky mess, bringing it to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, tasting the saltiness of his release. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, to look into the cold, unblinking eye of the camera as she did as he said.

The masseuse chuckled, his grip on her chin tightening. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, let's make a deal." He slid off the table, his erection slowly subsiding. "You come back here, let me do this again, and I won't show anyone. It'll just be our little secret."

Karina's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at him, her mind racing. She couldn't let this become a regular occurrence. "I-I need to get cleaned up," she managed to say, her voice shaking.

The masseuse nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Take your time," he said, his eyes lingering on her naked form before he turned and left the room. Karina's body felt like it was on fire with disgust as she quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her, the fabric sticking slightly to the cum that had splattered on her skin. She rushed to the shower, the hot water scalding her as she scrubbed herself raw, trying to rid herself of the filth.

Her mind was in a daze as she stepped out, her body trembling from the trauma. She threw on her clothes, not bothering to dry off completely, and made her way to the reception area. The masseuse was nowhere to be seen, but she could feel his eyes on her as she hastily gathered her things. The receptionist, oblivious to the horror that had unfolded, handed her a business card with a smile. "Thank you for coming," she said cheerfully. "We hope to see you again soon."

The words echoed in Karina's ears like a taunt as she rushed into the cool night air. She could still feel the stickiness on her skin, the memory of his touch burned into her flesh like a brand. She had to get out of here, to put as much distance as possible between herself and this hellish place.

Her hand trembled as she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. The screen was lit up with a new message notification, and she felt a cold knot form in her stomach. She knew what it was before she even clicked on it. It was a video, the thumbnail showing a grainy image of herself, sprawled on the massage table. The text read, "Our little secret, Karina. Remember our deal."

Her heart racing, she played the video. The quality was terrible, the angle obviously from the hidden camera in the corner, but there was no mistaking the scene. The masseuse's grinning face was plastered across her screen, his body moving rhythmically above hers. The sounds of his grunts and her muffled protests filled her ears, making her want to retch. She watched in horror as the video played out, her own face contorted in a mix of fear and disgust, her hands wrapped around his cock, her breasts bouncing with each sickening thrust.

The video ended abruptly, leaving her staring at the black screen. She threw her phone into her bag as if it had burned her, her eyes darting around the deserted street. Panic began to set in, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She had to get home, had to erase the memory of this night.

The taxi ride was a blur, the city lights streaming by like a twisted kaleidoscope. She couldn't stop the tears from falling, mixing with the cum still drying on her face. Her body was a battleground, each nerve ending singing with the memory of his touch. She gave the driver her address, her voice barely audible, and slumped back into the seat, willing the journey to be over.

THE END

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