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mesy04 · 3 months ago

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Kim Chaewon x Male Reader | 4k words Tags: cheating, High School AU, light bratty elements, backshots, reckless decisions, tension, guilty pleasure

Cutting class to get a break? Nah. Cutting class to fuck your girlfriends best friend? Yesssssir

Is this dumb?

Skipping class just to fuck your girlfriend’s best friend?

Yes.

But her bed’s soft, your hands are on her hips—so whatever.

Her room is exactly what you’d expect.

All-white sheets, soft and cool beneath your knees, a cream-colored fuzzy blanket pushed to the side. Squishmallows stacked against the headboard, half-toppled over from how she moves. A BTS poster on the wall, vinyls of SZA’s Ctrl and Keshi’s Gabriel mounted near her mirror. A Polaroid collage—blurry concert pictures, and old selfies.

Her dresser is cluttered with skincare products and perfumes. lip masks, toners, a bottle of perfume that lingers in the air—sweet, dark, like vanilla; Her.

A barely-burned Bath & Body Works candle sits untouched, more for aesthetic than actual use. Her makeup is scattered—an open lip gloss, an eyelash curler left out.

On the floor near the bed—Nike slides and a half-finished Starbucks cup. A hoodie tossed lazily on her chair, yours.

Chaewon’s face is buried in her sheets, her messy bun barely hanging on, strands of her blonde dyed hair slipping free. She’s already arching, already gasping, and your fingers dig deeper into her waist, holding her in place as you push your cock into her, her slick folds gripping you, pulling you in. The wet sounds of it mix with the slap of skin against skin, obscene and unrelenting, drowned out only by the breathy little moans she’s trying to muffle into her pillow.

Her back is warm under your hands, skin damp with sweat, a thin sheen catching the dim light. The scent of her perfume emanates from her, the mix of candy-sweet vanilla and something heavier, musky, intoxicating.

Her white tank top is so tight it clings to her body, but the straps won’t stay on her shoulders. You keep pushing it up her back, exposing more of her skin, needing to see more, needing to feel more. Your eyes trace the swell of her hips, the way her body shudders under your grip.

Aggressive. Hungry.

She shudders when you tighten your grip, fingers splayed over her waist, thumbs pressing into dip in her back. Her nails drag against the sheets, hips shifting, trying to match your pace, but you don’t let her. You set the rhythm. She follows. That’s how this works.

Her breath hitches. She feels so fucking good, squeezing around you like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Like she wants to make this harder for you.

Then, your phone lights up.

It’s somewhere on the bed, half-buried in the blankets, screen flashing. You don’t need to look to know who it is.

Eunbi.

Your girlfriend.

Chaewon’s best friend.

She’s not freaking out. She doesn’t know you’re not in school right now. Doesn’t know you’re giving her best friend backshots.

Just a casual text. Maybe asking if you want to meet up for lunch, or something dumb like whether you saw that TikTok she sent last night. Either way, you don’t want to see it.

You flip the phone over, face-down against the sheets. You shouldn’t be here. You should be in class. Or with Eunbi. But Chaewon’s ass is pressing back against you, and that thought doesn’t last long.

Chaewon shifts beneath you, glancing back over her shoulder, breathless, smirking. “You’re just gonna ignore her like that?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you press a hand to the back of her head and push her face down into the bed again.

She moans, muffled, but you hear the smile in it. She’s still teasing, even now.

“Bet she’d cry if she saw you like this.”

That does something to you. Something dark. You grip her harder, fuck her rougher, and whatever smugness she had vanishes.

Chaewon whimpers, her nails clutching at the sheets, legs shaking. She’s trying to keep up, trying to match your pace, but she’s falling apart beneath you. Freaky as she is, she’s never been fucked like this.

She gasps out something—your name, a curse, maybe both—but it breaks off into a moan, and you know you’ve won.

Eunbi’s nice. Beautiful. Hot. She gives good head. She’s the kind of girl you’re supposed to be loyal to.

But Chaewon? Chaewon is freakier, tighter, and knows exactly how to get under your skin.

Eunbi sends cute texts with heart emojis. Chaewon sends risky selfies when she knows her best friend is in the room.

Eunbi kisses you soft and slow. Chaewon drags her nails down your back and bites your lip until it stings.

Eunbi’s the girl you bring home. The girl who trusts you. Who texts you in the morning and kisses you goodbye at school. But Chaewon’s the girl you ruin yourself over.

Chaewon is still smirking, still playing her little game, rolling her hips back against you just to see how far she can push. Testing you. "You're holding back..." she breathes, her voice shaky between gasps, like she’s daring you through the pleasure.

Your jaw clenches. She always does this. Always wants to see how much she can get away with before you snap.

The only answer you give is a sharp thrust, knocking her forward onto the sheets, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. She gasps, fingers digging into the mattress, but when she turns her head to look at you, that smirk is still there, teasing, taunting. Like she hasn’t learned her lesson yet.

"Fuck, slow down—" she starts, but you don’t. If she wanted to play, she should’ve known she’d lose.

Your fingers tighten around her hips, dragging her back onto you as you set the pace, unrelenting, deep, watching the way she trembles under your touch. Her smug attitude is gone, replaced with gasping breaths, half-bitten-off moans she’s trying—and failing—to swallow.

She’s squeezing you so fucking tight. Too tight to think about anything else, too tight to think about why you’re here, about who keeps blowing up your phone from the other side of the bed.

Your phone vibrates against the sheets. Again. And again.

Chaewon notices, of course she does. She lets out this breathless little laugh, barely turning her head, voice syrupy and taunting. "Does she even make you feel this good?"

You don’t answer. You push her face into the mattress instead.

She moans, muffled, but you can hear the amusement in it, the way she’s still enjoying this too much.

If she wants it rough, she’s going to get it.

Your hand slides up, fingers wrapping lightly around her throat as you lean down, voice low in her ear. "Take it, take that dick"

She doesn’t answer. Just licks her lips, breath hitching, and pushes her hips back against you again.

That’s all you need.

Your grip tightens, forcing her still, making sure she takes it. She chokes out a gasp, her whole body shuddering as you fuck her deeper, harder, until her teasing completely breaks apart.

At this angle, with your weight pressing her down, you can feel everything—every slick, desperate clench around your length, the obscene wetness that spreads between you each time you push back in. It’s suffocating, consuming, a vice of heat wrapped around you, pulling you deeper into something you shouldn't want this badly.

Her hand reaches back, grabbing blindly for anything to hold onto—your wrist, your thigh—until she finds your arm. She grips it hard, nails dragging over your skin, feeling the way your muscles flex under her fingers. Feeling you as she feels you inside.

Your phone vibrates again. Neither of you look at it.

Chaewon’s breathless now, moaning into the sheets, a mess beneath you, every ounce of her earlier cockiness gone.

If you were a better person, you wouldn’t be here.

But you’re not.

A noise outside the room—soft, but distinct. A floorboard creaking? Wind against the window? Your body tenses, every muscle tight, your breath catching mid-thrust.

Chaewon hears it too. Feels you hesitate.

And then she laughs. Breathless, airy, like this is the funniest thing that’s happened all day.

""Aww, scared someone’s gonna catch you balls deep in me?"" Her voice is teasing, dripping with amusement, even as her legs tremble beneath you.

Your fingers flex around her throat in retaliation, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. She barely has a second to process it before you slam her down, your grip unrelenting, then flip her onto her back so fast she barely has time to catch her breath, her blonde hair slipping free, messy and wild against the sheets.

Your cock slips free in the motion, and you grab it tight, feeling the obscene slickness coating your length, dripping from her. It's wet—wet as fuck—before you slap it against her swollen folds. The sound is loud, filthy, obscene—wet as hell. His cock slides against her, dragging through the mess between them before he shoves it back in. She shudders, her breath hitching, her thighs twitching as you tease her with the weight of it before pressing forward, sinking back inside.

Chaewon’s eyes flutter, her breath catching as you force her legs up, pressing her thighs flush to her chest, pinning her in place, giving her no room to squirm away. The new angle has her gasping, hands flying up to your arms, gripping tight, her nails dig into your arms, clinging tight like she’s bracing for impact, like she needs something to hold onto before she breaks completely.

The bed shifts beneath you, and your phone vibrates once more, the buzz reverberating against her back, against your hips, felt through every grinding thrust. You both feel it. Neither of you care.

Your only focus is on the way she clenches around you, the way she gasps your name between ragged moans, the way she completely melts beneath you.

Chaewon’s hands fly to your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she pulls you down to her. There’s nothing delicate about it—her kiss is messy, frantic, her lips parted, her breath hot and ragged against yours. She kisses like she’s starving for it, like she wants to taste herself on your tongue, like she doesn’t care how sloppy it gets.

Your tongues tangle, wet and uncoordinated, her mouth opening wider, drool slicking your chin, mixing with the sweat beading along your skin. She moans into it, needy, desperate, hips shifting beneath you, trying to keep up with the way you fuck her.

You pull back just enough to catch her dazed expression, lips swollen, spit-glossed. A strand of saliva still connects you, snapping when she licks her lips, pupils blown wide with something dangerously close to obsession.

“You don’t kiss her like that,” she breathes, and it’s not a question.

No, you don’t.

Eunbi kisses soft, slow, careful. Chaewon kisses like she wants to ruin you. And you let her.

Your response is a sharp thrust, making her yelp, making her arms tighten around your shoulders. Her back arches, and you take the moment to move, dragging yourself out until just the tip remains before shoving back in, hard. Her breath hitches, body tightening, legs shaking.

Then you stop moving.

She whines immediately, brows furrowing, her legs squeezing around you, trying to force you to keep going. But you don’t. You let the frustration build, watching her squirm, watching her writhe beneath you—wet, glistening, flushed deep with arousal. She’s a fucking mess, and you’re not done making her one.

You let the moment hang, let the desperation settle before tilting your head down and spitting—right on her clit. The thick glob lands exactly where you want it, shining against her swollen bud. Before she can even process it, your thumb is there, pressing in, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles as you start moving again.

She chokes on her breath, body jolting.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, fingers clawing at your forearms, legs shaking with every tight, controlled rub.

You’re still hovering above her, watching her squirm, watching her fall apart beneath you.

“Eunbi wouldn’t let you do that,” she gasps, voice breaking, teasing even as she crumbles.

No, she wouldn’t.

Eunbi wouldn’t moan like this, wouldn’t beg like this, wouldn’t be dripping like this. Eunbi wouldn’t take you like this.

Chaewon does.

And that’s why you fuck her harder.

Your thrusts grow rougher, deeper, driven by something reckless and insatiable. Chaewon’s body rocks beneath you, her moans turning sharper, breathless, spilling into the thick heat of the room. You press down, pinning her fully against the mattress, making sure she takes every inch, making sure she feels all of it.

Her nails scrape against your back, her legs tightening around your waist, pulling you closer, needing you deeper. Her breath stutters between gasps, each one catching higher as you fuck her harder, hungrier, as if there’s no tomorrow—no girlfriend still calling, no consequence waiting outside this room.

Risk of getting caught? Forgotten.

Guilt of cheating on your girlfriend? Forgotten.

Eunbi? Forgotten.

The only thing that matters is the way your cock fits so snug against Chaewon’s walls, the way she clenches down, tight and desperate, squeezing you with every frantic, high-pitched moan as she completely loses all composure.

She’s right there, on the edge, her nails dragging, her hips bucking up, desperate to finish. But you don’t let her have it. Not yet.

You slow—not in pace, but in control. Shift your weight, dragging her with you, rolling her onto her side without ever slipping out. One of her legs hitches over yours, your grip securing it in place as you push in again, deeper, the angle hitting something inside her that makes her whimper, makes her entire body tense up.

Her fingers claw at your arm, nails pressing into taut muscle, her breath breaking apart into sharp little gasps. She’s trying to speak, trying to say something, but it keeps getting swallowed between ragged moans.

"I’m—" she tries, voice cracking, "I—fuck—"

The way she stumbles over it, how she can barely get the words out, makes something snap inside you. Your cock throbs, swelling even harder, stretching her more as her walls squeeze around you in desperation. Your grip tightens—on her thighs, her ass, her waist. You need to feel her, need to hold every part of her as she comes undone.

Your hands roam—palming the curve of her back, gripping her tits, feeling the way they bounce with every thrust. Then up, fingers tangling into her blonde hair, tugging her head back against the pillows, making sure she feels all of it, all of you.

She pulls a pillow close, biting into it, eyes squeezed shut, drowning in the way you fuck her. The room is thick with the sound of skin against skin, her breathless whimpers breaking into something higher, needier. The air is heavy, thick with sweat, with the intoxicating scent of her—her perfume mixing with the raw, musky heat of sex, the sheets carrying the evidence of it. It’s overwhelming, suffocating, consuming, every breath filled with her.

You’re barely holding on yourself, tension winding tight in your spine, in your stomach, but seeing her like this—seeing her break beneath you, seeing her fall apart in your hands—that’s what pushes you closer to the edge.

You grit your teeth, feel your cock twitch inside her, aching, swollen, so fucking close you can taste it. "I'm close," you manage, voice rough, strained, barely holding on.

Chaewon doesn’t answer—not with words. Just a moan, high-pitched and wrecked, a breathless whimper spilling past her swollen lips. She turns her head, eyes hazy, half-lidded, looking at you through the blur of sweat and pleasure. Her gaze drops, trailing down your body, watching the way you’re fucking into her, the way you stretch her open, the way you own her.

Then her hand moves—sliding between her legs, fingers brushing over her swollen, messy clit. She gasps at the contact, whines as she rubs tight, fast circles, her entire body tensing, back arching into you.

The slick, obscene sounds of it mix with her gasps, her slurred curses, her whimpers breaking into desperate, breathless pleas. "Fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck—"

You’re right there. So fucking close.

Chaewon gets there first. Her entire body seizes up, legs trembling, thighs squeezing tight around your waist as she crashes into her orgasm. Her grip turns bruising, hands clawing at you—your back, your arms, your shoulders—grasping for anything, everything as she spirals.

"Oh my fuck!" she screams, head thrown back, voice breaking into something raw and desperate.

That’s it. That’s what fucking wrecks you.

Your body locks up, heat pooling at the base of your spine, surging through you like a live wire, so intense it knocks the breath from your lungs. Your cock twitches violently inside her, pulsing, aching, your entire body seizing up—legs tensing, toes curling, muscles locking in place as the pleasure crashes through you. You bury yourself deep one last time before instinct kicks in, before you yank yourself out, your hands shoving her onto her back.

You stroke yourself fast, frantic, desperate, your abs clenching, hips jerking on instinct, chasing that last pulse of pleasure. The sight of her wrecked beneath you, her skin still flushed, her thighs twitching, sends you over the fucking edge. "Shit—" you groan, voice wrecked, guttural, as your cock throbs violently in your grip. The first thick spurt shoots out, streaking across her stomach, hot and filthy, splashing across the curve of her waist, her navel. The rest follows in messy ropes, dribbling down her skin, pooling between her ribs. It’s everywhere—sticky, raw, a fucking mess. Chaewon shudders at the sensation, her breath hitching, her thighs still twitching from the aftershocks of her own release.

She exhales, still trembling, thighs twitching, completely spent. A fucked-out smile tugs lazily at her lips as she drags a slow, shaky breath in, her chest rising, coated in the evidence of what you just did to her.

You sit back, gasping, running a hand through your sweat-damp hair, trying to catch your breath.

Chaewon stirs, reaching down without hesitation. Her fingers trail over her stomach, gathering the mess you left on her, scooping up a streak from her skin and bringing it to her mouth. Her tongue flicks out, tasting it, humming low in her throat. Then she does it again—this time from her chest, then her waist, dragging her fingers through the sticky warmth, licking it up like it’s second nature.

"Fuck," you breathe, voice wrecked, hand finding her thigh and squeezing it tight.

She moans softly at the contact, smirking as she stretches out beneath you, shameless. "You fucked the shit out of me," she purrs, voice thick, teasing. "Now you gonna think about it the next time you fuck Eunbi, huh?"

Your jaw tightens. The mention of her—your girlfriend—after everything you just did, after the way Chaewon looks right now, smug and satisfied and so fucking filthy, makes something snap.

Your hand flies to her throat, gripping, pinning her back into the sheets. She gasps, but it’s not in protest—it’s in pleasure. Her lips part, her breath hitches, eyes darkening as she tilts her chin up, inviting more.

And then your phone rings.

Not just a vibration this time. A full-blown call.

Loud. Shrill. Eunbi.

A cold weight sinks into your chest, heavy, suffocating.

Post-nut clarity slams into you, cutting through the heat still clinging to your skin. Everything crashes in at once.

You let go of Chaewon’s neck like she burns you, scrambling off of her, off the bed, reaching blindly for your phone. Your hands are still shaky as you grab it, answering as fast as you can, voice rough, breath unsteady.

"Hey."

Eunbi’s voice is light, sweet, unaware. "Hey, why weren’t you replying? It’s class change."

Fuck. You swallow hard, running a hand through your damp hair. Your skin is still hot, sticky, the air thick with the lingering heat and smell of musk.

"Uh—I had to walk home to grab something."

A lie. A weak one. But it makes sense. You live close enough to the school that it’s not impossible. You just hope she buys it.

"Oh," Eunbi hums. "I got worried."

As she talks, you don’t notice Chaewon moving. Not until she’s right there, sliding down the bed, her bare body pressing into your side, her face hovering way too close to your cock.

Your breath hitches. Your grip on the phone tightens.

She’s smirking. Watching you. Waiting.

"You weren’t answering," Eunbi says. "I thought something happened."

"Sorry, babe. Didn’t mean to worry you."

And that’s when Chaewon makes her move.

She doesn’t touch your cock. Not yet. Instead, her mouth goes lower, latching onto your balls, sucking wet and slow, tongue swirling over sensitive skin.

A bolt of heat spikes down your spine. Your muscles go tight, your breath cuts short, your fingers dig into the sheets.

"Shit," you almost say out loud—but bite your tongue last second.

Eunbi’s still talking. You don’t even register what she’s saying.

Chaewon’s fucking grinning, lips stretched around you, her eyes locked onto yours, waiting for you to slip up, to lose control, to moan or gasp or fucking break.

You shove her back, her shoulders hitting the mattress, but all it does is make her giggle—low and sultry, like she’s savoring your panic, like she enjoys watching you squirm. Too loudly.

Panic seizes your whole body. Your eyes go wide. You press a finger to your lips, mouthing, “Shhh.”

Eunbi pauses on the other end. "You okay?"

You force yourself to act normal. To breathe. You push Chaewon away—physically shove her back. She pouts, but she listens, sitting back on her heels, smug and satisfied, before stretching her arms over her head, languid and unbothered. Then, just as easily, she steps off the bed, stretching like a cat, unbothered, like this was nothing more than a game to her.

"Yeah," you say, somehow steady. "I’m fine."

Through the phone, you hear Eunbi giggling, the sound of footsteps, her friends chattering in the background. She’s walking to her next class. Completely unaware.

"Okay," she says. "I’ll see you at lunch then, babe. Love you."

Silence lingers. A pause that stretches too long.

You should say it back. You need to. But then, you look up.

Chaewon’s standing at her closet, slipping on fresh clothes. Her ass is in clear view, the length of her body stretching as she moves, her legs lean and smooth. Her messy tank top clings to her body, damp with sweat, a streak of dried cum still visible on the fabric.

Your mouth feels dry.

"I love you too," you manage to say, through everything weighing on you, and the call ends with a soft beep.

Chaewon turns to face you.

And she gives you a look.

Not smug. Not teasing.

Just dirty. Unreadable. Something dark and lingering in her eyes.

She doesn’t say a word. Just grabs her shorts, turns, and walks out to the bathroom.

The door shuts.

You sit there, still gripping your phone, staring at the space she left behind. Your pulse won’t slow down. Not from the panic. Not from the guilt. Not from the fact that even now, even after all of it—you still want her.

Your skin burns, your body tense, still stuck in it. Still feeling it. What you shouldn’t have done. But you did. And the worst part? Some fucked-up part of you knows that if she pulled you back into that bed, you wouldn’t stop her.

You should feel worse. You should hate yourself.

But Chaewon’s still hot as fuck, and that’s the problem.

AN: This was originally going to be a longer fic, but I ended up with a newer Chaewon idea, and she’s my ult bias so i cut this down to just the sex.

Sorry to all the Eunbi fans, dw she’ll get her own

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mesy04 · 3 months ago

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Chapter 16: Mister and Miss Sex Slave

Previous chapter here.

Warning: not strictly non-con, but more like reluctant consent.

Even though Tiffany repeatedly reassured Seojun that there was nothing he could’ve done, he still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, especially after hearing what lengths Tiffany proposed they would need to go to save Taeyeon. Seeing the reluctance and annoyance, anger, whatever emotion that was mixed in on Tiffany’s face that Seojun had trouble recognizing because Tiffany never seemed to be anything but happy and cheerful was enough to build pre-conceived notions in Seojun’s mind of these ‘devils’ that seemed to be necessary to match the overwhelming power Seohyun and Yoona wielded. What concerned Seojun even more was that these devils didn’t seem to be the ‘police force’, but rather, a … mercenary force? An extra-legal military, or at least militant, force? Tiffany didn’t give Seojun any additional information, probably for his own benefit, as leaving him in the dark gave him the benefit of being able to claim ignorance if they were caught by authorities.

“What about Sunny? She’s a witch, right?”

Tiffany nodded. “Sunny is one of the few demons that aren’t prejudiced against succubae. Although, from what I’ve heard, Sunny is somewhat of an outcast amongst other witches and warlocks.”

“Could she help?”

Tiffany pursed her lips. “I doubt it, but it’s worth asking.”

When Sunny arrived at their house later, she confirmed Tiffany’s suspicions. “The biggest difference between witches and High Witches is that High Witches can manipulate something else we call ‘ecliptis’.”

The presence of some other magic-type system was something that Seojun was speculating about, seeing how easily they were able to subdue Taeyeon, but seeing Tiffany become shocked at the revelation, despite everything, was a bit funny.

“Yah, you’ve been a succubus for over a millennium and you still don’t know about ecliptis?!”

“What? How can you blame me, my Trait only deals in life force!”

“Your best friend’s Trait uses ecliptis, though!”

“Hm? Taeyeon’s?”

Although it was Seojun who asked the question, the same question was written all over Tiffany’s face. Thankfully, Sunny didn’t seem to catch it, as she had turned to Seojun to answer him. “Do you remember my explanation of vitalis—I mean, life force from last time?”

“Hm? ‘Vitalis’?”

Sunny shook her head. “Sorry, I forgot succubae refer to vitalis as ‘life force’. ‘Vitalis’ is what most other demons call it.”

Was this another discrimination thing, or was this something succubae were just resistant about? Considering how young he was relative to the other two demonesses in the room, Seojun figured there was no point in guessing. The history they’ve lived through was probably something Seojun couldn’t even comprehend. Even a glance at Tiffany didn’t help, whose face remained neutral at Sunny’s statement. Maybe it wasn’t a tool for discrimination? Just a difference in naming convention amongst different cultures, or demons, perhaps? “So, life force, or ‘vitalis’, I guess, is an energy that can be stored from living things, and allows your body to do anything it can normally do but more.”

“Right. Tiffany’s Trait invokes a natural bodily function, recovering from intense physical activity, and shortens that recovery time significantly. Taeyeon’s Trait also invokes a natural bodily function, of swelling, and uses it to create very specific shapes. What about her Trait, then, seems to break that convention?”

Seojun was stumped. He wasn’t expecting a biology quiz—or, rather a … demonology quiz? A magic quiz?

“Oh, the thing where someone feels the sensations of the body parts Tae makes!”

“Yes, and one more crucial part of Taeyeon’s Trait that invokes ecliptis, and is most likely the reason why Seohyun and Yoona want to study Taeyeon. Any guesses?” This time, Tiffany was also stumped, so Sunny continued with, “A hint: it’s something else to do with these body parts.” After a little bit more of silence, “…especially the male body parts.”

“Oh. The—uh, what do I call it? The, er, how the body parts can … how should I … how the body parts can spray out the same fluids as the original.”

“That’s right! Good, Seojun. Taeyeon’s Trait seems to have the ability to not only transport a seemingly unlimited quantity of a substance seamlessly across the working range of her Trait, but also the ability to recreate that substance perfectly.” As the words sank in, the eyes of both Tiffany and Seojun widened.

“Wait. Does that mean Tae could, like, duplicate money, or gold, or something?”

“Well, I doubt Taeyeon could do that herself, but I’m sure that’s what Seohyun and Yoona intend to find out. From what I heard, the succubus was created in an experiment to test the limits of ecliptis, and as you can tell, that experiment turned out extremely well. The fact that succubae are the only demons that were once completely human, and that they rely so heavily on humans for their continued existence, were enough reason to discriminate against succubae, but after it was discovered that the Traits of some of these succubae use ecliptis in a way that even High Witches and High Warlocks couldn’t comprehend, the already marginalized class of demons began to be hunted for experimentation.”

Holy shit … Seojun never gave it much thought, but the history of demonkind was pretty brutal. How were Taeyeon and Tiffany able to survive through those times?

“Not only that, but succubae already had a reason to not like other demons. Tiffany?”

Tiffany made a face of disgust. “Their semen is disgusting. Like, I want to rip open my skin and dig it out of me.”

“A succubus consuming the sustenance of a demon is probably similar to what it’s like for you to eat rotten food.” Just hearing that made Seojun want to throw up. “While vitalis—while life force is present in all living things, ecliptis is only present in demons, and it’s that which is what taints the sustenance that succubae—and I—consume.”

“Wait.” The fact that Tiffany knew what it tasted like … Seojun shook his head as he felt the two heads turn towards him. “Never mind.” Seojun didn’t want to imagine what the implications of that were. The visceral reaction Tiffany had when she, herself, suggested the potential necessity of requesting aid from devils was enough to make Seojun dislike them, but this additional context created a sinking feeling in Seojun’s chest. Surely, if they wanted help from these ‘devils’, they would want something in return. And, what was it that a succubus could do to pay for the services of these demons, a type of payment that only succubae could pay?

“High Witches and High Warlocks are very prideful, though. My guess is that, the reason why they kidnapped Seojun was to trade him for…?”

“A year.”

Sunny nodded, albeit with a grim expression. “Their pride disallows them from making bargains that don’t offer equal value to both parties.” So, that explained the reason why Seohyun and Yoona didn’t levy their position of power to demand more from Taeyeon. “But, an entire year being experimented on by High Witches…”

“So that’s why you can’t help? They’re more powerful than you?”

Sunny nodded again. “I would otherwise love to help, but unfortunately, I’m about as useful against Seohyun and Yoona as you are, Seojun.”

“But if you can’t help, then why would ‘devils’ be helpful?”

“Devils are unique in many regards, but the important one is that they are the only ones who can manipulate their own bodies with vitalis or ecliptis. That’s why it’s devils that make up the policing force for demonkind: they’re the only ones that are impervious to demonic attacks.”

“Sunny, you never explained what ‘ecliptis’ is.”

Sunny sighed. “Honestly, there isn’t a very apt description for what ecliptis is. Think of it as magic. It was once thought that ‘ecliptis’ deals with distance, that it enables actions normally done by the human body but at differing distances. For example, pushing or pulling is ordinarily an action only doable if an object is within arm’s reach, but with ecliptis, a High Witch and High Warlocks can push or pull an object much further away. However, ever since experiments started on succubae and new ways of using ecliptis were discovered, this understanding of ecliptis has become archaic.”

“But, why can’t we just go to the policing force? It sounded like Boa did something that protected succubae, so shouldn’t it be fine to go to them for help?”

“That … is a tough question, Seojun. Demons, even High Witches and High Warlocks, used to fear humanity. They outnumbered us a thousand, ten-thousand, a hundred-thousand to one, and some of them even became adept at trapping, capturing, and killing us. Demons, for the most part, can make themselves appear as humans, but an issue arose if someone began questioning the unchanging appearance of a demon. The fact that we don’t physically age was the number one indicator for humans to differentiate us from normal humans, so when Boa developed her Trait to be able to affect the memories of humans at a global scale, she offered her services on a condition: a pact, forbidding demons from hunting, from raping, from discriminating against succubae, and in return, she would use her Trait to allow demons to mingle with humans without having to fear being questioned for their un-aging appearance. Of course, discrimination against succubae still happens, and that is especially evident in the policing force: from what I’ve heard, Taeyeon has had a few bad encounters with them—”

“So have I, those scum bags.”

“—right, and Tiffany as well, which is why Taeyeon was hesitant to actually call them, especially against such prominent High Witches as Seohyun and Yoona. Beliefs, grudges, general prejudice and disdain that span centuries and millennia are hard to shake, I suppose.”

There were so many more questions Seojun wanted to ask Sunny: who created succubae, and in fact, how about witches and warlocks? It seemed like succubae were the only demons that were ‘artificially’ created, or rather, not ‘natural’; did that mean witches and warlocks, devils, High Witches and High Warlocks, were naturally born? Under what circumstances were they born?

But Seojun knew better than to delay much more. They already spent enough time asking Sunny questions; the more time they spent doing this, the longer Taeyeon suffered. There was one more crucial question to ask, but this time, directed at Tiffany: it was a question he was almost too scared to ask, because he feared he already knew the answer, but as was already established, Seojun knew frighteningly little about the world of demons. Maybe his preconceived notions were mistaken.

“Um, Tiffany, so then, how are we going to convince these devils—what were they called, ‘2PM’?—to help us? I don’t know if I have enough money—”

“It’s not a matter of money, Seojun.” Hearing that was the last thing he wanted to hear. “It’s ok. I’ll pay.”

Standing before the six of them, the pompous, confident gazes cast upon them made Seojun dread the terms of payment even more. On the outside, they looked no more than regular, normal human men—extremely attractive and well-built human men—but even Seojun could feel their power. There wasn’t anything intimidating about their expressions or the casual way they held themselves per se, but Seojun felt intimidated nonetheless. Just looking at them sent shivers down his spine, but looking away would be rude, and doing something that might offend them was not what Seojun wanted to do. Tiffany had insisted on him accompanying her, to which Seojun agreed without a second thought, but now, he was regretting that decision.

“Seohyun and Yoona … it’s not going to be easy, dealing with those two. I nearly lost my arm last time I got into a scuffle with them, and I get the feeling they weren’t particularly trying. How do you plan on compensating us?”

Seojun noticed that Tiffany only mentioned that the semen of demons was disgusting, but nothing of the act itself. And, now, looking at their relatively human-like builds, Seojun figured the act itself was probably no less pleasurable for demons as it was for human males. Further, considering succubae were quite literally designed to heighten the experience of sex, combined with the explicit mention of the pact forbidding the rape of succubae from Sunny, there was one conclusion Seojun came to: despite how much succubae seemed to hate it, from the other side, sex with a succubus seemed to be, for a lack of a better term, a highly sought-after commodity.

“I’ll do anything. Please, just save Taeyeon.”

“Hmm … yhen, how about … one week?”

Seojun could feel Tiffany’s grip on his hand tighten, and, in the corner of his vision, her legs shaking. She, a powerful, immortal succubus, was scared.

“One…” the word came out as a whimper, clearing her throat and quickly continuing, “…that’s too long. How about five days?”

“I don’t think you understand your position here. Keep this up, and maybe we’ll up the payment to two weeks.”

“Fine! One week.”

It was only then that it sank in. One week. One week? One entire week? With Tiffany’s Trait, it was theoretically possible, but … could Seojun force himself to eat rotten food, nonstop, for an entire week?

“Great. With that decided, let’s start now. Shall we?”

“Wait! Taeyeon’s still in Seohyun and Yoona’s captivity, can’t you first rescue—”

Before Seojun could even comprehend what was going on, he was on the floor, pain spreading from his bum. Two of them had a grip on each of Tiffany’s arms, having already forced her into a kneeling position, while another ripped the clothes right off her body.

Despite the shock and panic in Tiffany’s eyes, she still remained stalwart in her request. “Please, Taeyeon’s—”

Tiffany was promptly silenced with a cock shoved straight past her lips and into the deepest reaches of her throat. “Payment first.”

Seojun could barely see the two devils grabbing her arm take off their pants. It happened in a flash: one moment, they were simply holding Tiffany’s arm in place, and then the next, her hands were wrapped around their flaccid, yet hardening cocks. Seojun scrambled to his feet, stumbling a few steps back, only to be steadied by another hand.

“You aren’t what I think you are, are you?”

Seojun nearly jumped out of his skin at the feeling of a husky, feminine voice breathing into his ear. “What the fu—”

“Are you as great as they say you lot are?”

Ever since the second Servant Ritual Seojun had undergone, his physical strength had become pretty impressive. On the flight here, Seojun barely broke a sweat while holding onto Tiffany as she was going nearly top speed, while before, Seojun distinctly remembered fearing for his life while Taeyeon was flying him between his old apartment and her house, at times forcing Taeyeon to slow down at her already decently slow pace to allow him a chance to regain his grip on her. With Seohyun and Yoona, them being able to hold him in place could just be chalked up to their mastery over vitalis and ecliptis, but while they were having sex, before he figured out their real intentions, they didn’t seem that physically overbearing. In fact, Seojun was decently confident in his ability to not get bulldozed in an arm-wrestling match with Taeyeon or Tiffany now—that’s how confident Seojun was in his physical capabilities.

So, to be rendered unable to move, despite trying to use all this strength to break free from the grip the slender hand had on his shoulder, not only shocked Seojun, but made him realize: so, this was a devil.

If witches and warlocks were the stereotypical ‘mages’, ‘sorcerers’, ‘caster’ in a video game, who used their intellect and research as weapons, devils were the comparably brutish, strength-based ‘berserker’ or ‘warrior’ class, whose weapons were their muscles—this was more or less how Seojun was told, and he now understood why devils were characterized this way.

“Don’t run, have fun with me~”

The extremely visible muscles of the six men now surrounding Tiffany, the fact that devils were known for their brute strength, these factors painted a not-so-flattering picture in Seojun’s mind of what a female devil looked like: a ‘roided-out, hulking figure of a woman, what essentially amounted to a buff man with pigtails in a pink tutu. So, when his eyes landed on the female devil that had approached him from behind, he was absolutely floored.

She would be beautiful enough, hot enough, to be able to convince Seojun that she was a succubus if he hadn’t known better. Or, maybe all demons were inhumanly attractive. Thin lips stretched into a mischievous grin with an accompanying set of foxlike eyes, her svelte frame being proudly shown off by the fiery, figure-hugging red dress stopping short of her midthigh, her visuals were unique as they were alluring.

“Don’t worry, we’re not like those savages.” The demoness’s eyes briefly flickered to the scene behind Seojun, his eyes following them and head turning to see Tiffany hoisted in the air, spit-roasted by two of them who spared no mercy in fucking her from both sides while her hands were busy jerking off two additional cocks to the right and left of her. “We’ll take better care of you. Won’t we, Yuna?”

Seojun’s head whipped back around upon feeling his pants and boxers being torn off his legs, his semi-erect cock springing out from the cloth. “Oh, he’s quite big, too.”

Kneeling before him was yet another drop-dead gorgeous woman—rather, devil—who bore a more traditional attractiveness, with sharp eyes, a slim nose, perfectly unblemished skin and a pair of soft, strawberry-red lips. Seojun’s eyes didn’t linger too long on her face, though, landing instead on the dainty fingers of the second she-devil’s hands wrapping around his cock.

“He is.”

Trying to escape was an even more fruitless task, now that the second devil—Yuna—was grabbing him by his cock.

“Getting bigger, huh? Does my hand feel that good, boy?”

“Shut—” Seojun diverted his gaze, only to fall back on the sight of Tiffany, whose feet were no longer touching the ground, being shaken back and forth with the rhythmic pounding from both sides.

It was every bit as overwhelming as it looked, too. Coming here, Tiffany figured they might try to pull something, but was still somehow caught unprepared by how quickly her clothes were torn off her body, and how quickly both dicks were shoved into her from both sides. She was used to dealing with humans with their human limitations, and even Seojun, who would definitely be considered superhuman in terms of strength and speed, but devils were a completely different class in both attributes. She didn’t even fully realize that both hands had become occupied with jerking off two additional dicks until she began to feel the two devils fucking her so hard, she was being lifted off the ground.

Thankfully, they weren’t as big as Seojun’s augmented member, but still were big enough to choke on. It didn’t take a full minute before a mixture of tears and spit was flowing in two coalescing streams down each side of her face, combining at her chin and dripping down onto the hardwood floor, her jaws widening and her throat flexing as it attempted to take more and more of the cock that was being shoved relentlessly down her throat.

“This is where your kind belong, what your kind were created for, don’t you think?” It was the man who was facefucking her, Jun.K, the same one who did the ‘negotiations’ that said those words. Tiffany, her mouth full with his cock, had no recourse to respond—not like she would have the capacity to respond even if her mouth were unoccupied, with how fiercely Taecyeon’s cock was tearing her apart from behind. With every thrust, it felt like Taecyeon was trying to push her soul out her body, and while he wasn’t quite successful in that attempt, he was successful in knocking the air out of her lungs.

“Attending to all us devils, who work so tirelessly to protect your kind.” Given Tiffany’s wealth of experience fucking multiple men at once, it’s perhaps no surprise that her hands are able to keep stroking the two cocks of Wooyoung and Junho while barely being able to keep up with the two devils mercilessly assaulting her from both sides. She could feel their hands on her wrists too, trying to goad her to go faster—but she could only go so fast, use so much strength, when she was preoccupied with the other three demons.

“You’re all wasting your talents, spending all your time fucking humans.” Another harsh gagging noise erupted from Tiffany’s throat as Jun.K’s cock hits the back of her throat, arising not necessarily from his size, but the ferocity of this thrusting. It barely even feels like Jun.K is pulling away as, on his outstroke, Taecyeon is pushing his cock so fiercely inside Tiffany that her body follows Jun.K’s cock out. Then, when Jun.K pushes his cock back into Tiffany’s mouth, the force of that thrust keeps Tiffany’s ass glued to Taecyeon’s groin, keeping his cock firmly and fully sheathed inside her. “You have no idea how depressing it is, having to hold back so much with how frail human women are.” At least, that’s how it should have been. In reality, it still felt to Tiffany that each thrust was causing their respective cocks to hit deeper. “But you, you can take this, can’t you?”

While it was physically true, mentally, Tiffany couldn’t keep up. The best she could do to try and stay afloat was to focus on only the cock wedged deep inside her mouth, but it didn’t take long before the harsh pounding from behind diverted her attention back to her pussy, and not long before she began choking on Jun.K’s cock again that her attention was shifted back onto his cock. The tainted aura of their lust, coalescing and pouring into her body from all directions made Tiffany want to go into a fetal position, but she had long lost autonomy over her own body. She wasn’t even granted the ability to steady herself with her own legs, her feet dangling helplessly a few inches off the ground as her body shook back and forth with such resounding force that the sound of her ass smacking against Taecyeon’s groin echoed about the room.

“Come on, Fany, you love this, don’t you?” Wooyoung, who was receiving a handjob from Tiffany, said. “Don’t think we haven’t heard of your sexual exploits. How much of a slut you are, whoring yourself out to hundreds of human males in the span of months.” It was only now that Tiffany’s succubus body, that was made to accommodate all sorts of shapes and sizes of penises, began to properly accustom to their sizes—the sheer ferocity and speed of their movements had put her throat and her pussy into overdrive, trying to accommodate the two cocks but barely being allowed the breathing room to do so. Pain still lingered in her neck and her ass, but Tiffany didn’t have the chance to reconcile it; all four of them relentlessly fucked her like there was no tomorrow.

“Yeah, and now, you get to fuck some proper demons. Shouldn’t you be thanking us, in fact?”

“Hey Fany,” Taecyeon, the one behind her, interjected, “Here’s your first present for the week. You better receive it graciously and thank me properly for it afterwards.”

Hearing the words shifted her attention back to her pussy, but still barely gave her any time to prepare herself before she felt a hot jet of viscous fluids hitting her womb. It was perhaps unfortunate that her attention had shifted to that area of her body, as the foul feeling of the devil’s tainted blood become all the more pronounced, but then again, being caught off-guard with that sensation … Tiffany didn’t even know which was worse.

“Fuck, your fucking slutty pussy is trying to milk me for every last drop,” Taecyeon groaned, continuing to ride his orgasm out by continuing to wildly pump his cock inside her. While she couldn’t complain, the way her body attempted to shrivel up, instinctively, at that terrible sensation invading her body and the yelling that was being muffled by Jun.K’s cock made it evident her disapproval. “How many gallons of cum does your body take in a year?” Taecyeon growled, slapping Tiffany’s ass with enough force that a red mark immediately appeared on her otherwise porcelain romp. “Stop complaining, bitch.”

“Here’s the devil cum that you love so much, this time down your throat.” Still reeling from the feeling of her pussy being filled up with Taecyeon’s sustenance, Tiffany was just about caught completely unprepared for the torrent of hot, sticky fluids hitting the back of her throat. “Fuck…” Jun.K’s groan was accompanied with an unrelenting assault on her throat, the sensation of which caused Tiffany to squirm even more. The adverse effect of her squirming was her grip of the two cocks tightening and the jerking speed of the members quickening, pushing the two other devils nearer to the edge. “You love it, don’t you? You love the taste of our cum, right? So much that you wouldn’t dare do anything but swallow it, right?”

Taecyeon held her in place, suspended a few inches off the ground, as Jun.K rode out his orgasm with Tiffany’s face, fucking her face with such speed that Tiffany couldn’t stretch out her jaw, the result being that the demonic seed being pumped into her mouth spilling out her lips, joining the steady trickle of tears and drool dripping off her chin.

When his orgasm finally subsided, Jun.K took his cock out of her mouth, as did Taecyeon out of her pussy, letting Tiffany land on the ground and stumble a few steps, primarily using the cocks of Wooyoung and Junho to regain her balance. As much as every fiber of her being was screaming at Tiffany to deposit the contents of her mouth onto the ground, the warning Jun.K heeded her rung inside her mind; so, wincing as she steeled herself, Tiffany gulped what remained of the load down.

“And?”

“Th-Thank you,” Tiffany managed to cough out, still reeling from the foul sensation.

This is for Taeyeon. This is for Taeyeon.

“Go on, Nickhun and Chansung. You’ve waited long enough.”

The two at her sides stepped away, freeing her hands, but as they transitioned to the new position, she caught a glimpse of the other parties in the room.

“Wait!” Tiffany could barely get the words out. Whatever form the wind she pushed out her lungs took were enough to momentarily cease the actions of the six devils. “Leave Seojun alone, the agreement didn’t involve him!”

“Hm?” The devils glanced over at Seojun, who was now preoccupied with two female devils: one riding his face, and the other riding his cock. “What’s there to worry about? In fact, your little pet should be thankful he has the chance to fuck our little fledglings.”

“But, not for an entire week!”

Jun.K scoffed at her. “Doesn’t your pet need to stay nearby to feed you every now and then anyway?” Tiffany bit her tongue. Seohyun and Yoona even reached out to her to inform her that they’d allow Seojun to visit Taeyeon once a month to help replenish, but Taeyeon probably wasn’t being fed with another’s sustenance as much as Tiffany was. A succubus could survive quite a while without her Servant, but how much could she survive being forced to consume the sustenance of others without a break? It was a question Tiffany didn’t know the answer to, nor one she wished to find out. As much as she hated to admit it, they were right: regardless, she needed Seojun if she were to get through this entire week alive. “Has your brain already melted from taking in our cocks?” The succubus didn’t dare speak out against them, or even shoot them a glare. “Look at him, anyway. He’s enjoying himself.”

While the statement wasn’t false, it wasn’t necessarily true, either. Tiffany, being an immortal succubus, had a body much more durable than Seojun’s, and was thus more impervious to the excessive strength of the male devils. The fact that Yuna and Yeji were female devils, and the fact that they were relatively young demons, meant that the punishment his body was receiving wasn’t nearly as bad, but what made it worse was the fact that Yuna riding his face ground his head against the hardwood floor, his glutes being the only cushion saving his pelvis from being smashed against that floor from how ferociously Yeji was riding his cock.

“Fuck, I can’t believe a cock this fucking big actually exists!”

“God, oh god, I can’t, can’t wait…”

The juices leaking out of Yuna’s pussy had, by now, gotten all over his face and onto his eyes, but it didn’t impair his ability to pleasure her. Seojun’s enhanced body granted him an increased threshold for pain tolerance, but even that was being pushed to its limits: while Yuna’s cushiony ass was pleasant to feel against his face, the incessant grinding and pushing his head against the floor detracted from the experience; and while Yeji’s pussy was as incredibly tight as it was blisteringly hot, the ferociousness and frequency with which she slammed back down onto his crotch, and thus his ass against the floor made the pain mix in with the pleasure.

“Yes, oh god, it’s so deep! Scramble my insides up!”

As Seojun became accustomed to the position though, as the pain subsided and the pleasure started to take ahold of him, his mind became able to process something else besides the rough treatment the two she-devils were giving him: namely, the loud, obnoxious sounds of Tiffany being ganged up on a few feet away from him. At that point, it became a different conundrum Seojun was facing: he didn’t want to completely indulge in Yuna and Yeji riding him, seeing as Tiffany was suffering so much, but his baser instincts tried their hardest to pry his attention to his arousal.

It wasn’t like resisting was going to do anything, right? It was evident that Yeji nor Yuna was never going to let him go try to help Tiffany, but even if they did, what could he even do? He was more or less trapped with the two beauties, was there any point in doing anything but enjoying it?

So, with that mentality, the next few minutes blew by, a whirlwind of pleasure and ecstasy that Seojun could barely even process with how fierce and fast the movements of the she-devils were. There were times when Taeyeon and Tiffany, while impassioned, would exert some of their supernatural strength on Seojun, but it wasn’t ever anything that he couldn’t more or less keep up with: with Yeji and Yuna, he found that even trying to match their pace was a fruitless endeavor. The fleshy, hot, tight walls of Yeji’s cunt squeezed and glided up and down his shaft at such speed that his crotch felt like it was about to catch fire, but it wasn’t even something he could worry about for too long with how demandingly Yuna was riding his face.

“Fuck, and he’s so good at this, too…” Yuna said, letting out another moan as his nose brushed against her clit yet again. “I’m so close, oh my god…” The words came out as a breathless moan, her back arching more the closer Seojun’s tongue pushed her to the edge. Seojun, with his ears completely smothered by the honey thighs of Yuna, could only detect her impending climax by the increasing vigor with which she rode his face, but he was facing his own issue: he was already falling off the edge.

“The little baby’s tongue—aahn!” Yeji’s teasing remark was cut off with a surprised moan-yelp as Seojun, having spent the last however-many-minutes holding back the inevitable as a matter of pride, knowing he was fighting an unwinnable battle, exploded inside Yeji, “—fuck, he’s cumming inside me—”

Watching Yeji’s body tense and shudder as her pussy filled with Seojun’s hot, viscous seed, Yuna’s arousal spiked even higher. “Huh, what about a baby?”

“—oh, oh god, it’s so much, so much—!”

In Yeji’s mind, she had many reasons to look down on Seojun: not only was she a full-fledged devil, but she’s been alive probably centuries longer than Seojun, who was not even a demon himself, but a pseudo-demon. A pet of a demon, and even worse, a pet of a succubus. Seeing the monster of a dick he had, those biases dwindled away in her mind, and even more so when she felt it tearing her apart like no other dick was able to do, and even more so when she began to feel just how pure his vitalis was. With every new discovery, those pre-conceived notions she had of Seojun shrunk in her mind, but on her pride as a devil, even as she was riding this wonderful cock, she clung onto those beliefs.

But now, as she was being pumped full of Seojun’s seed, brimming to the tips with the richest vitalis she had ever experienced, every negative bias she had against Seojun vanished.

So, the accounts of older female devils were right about fucking the pet—the ‘servant’—of a succubus. Yeji was pretty skeptical when she first heard about it, but now, it was clear that they had actually been underplaying just how amazing it was.

“Fuck, oh my god, it’s so hot, Yuna, it’s so…”

Yeji was quickly reduced to a stammering mess, every semblance of coherent speech overtaken by the incessant moans that arose from the overwhelming ecstasy that was taking hold of her body. And Yuna, watching Yeji being overwhelmed, felt a burgeoning well of anticipation expanding even more, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“It’s that good? The ‘little baby’ is that good?”

“Sh-Shut, shut … shut!”

Yuna would’ve laughed at Yeji’s inability to finish the phrase if Seojun’s tongue didn’t somehow manage to find her G-spot, unraveling all the tension in her nethers all at once.

A handful of seconds later, Yuna’s orgasm subsided, a handful more seconds that blurred into minutes, but Yeji wouldn’t slow down, and Seojun couldn’t even request her to stop. While his enhanced body had a reduced refractory period, and being Tiffany’s Servant reduced his cooldown time even further, it still affected him, and Yeji’s vigorous, wild motions granted him no reprieve.

“Fuck, so close, so close, so close…!”

Even when Yuna dismounted his face, Seojun didn’t dare open his eyes, what with his face being covered with Yuna’s juices.

“Wait…” was the only thing Seojun managed to say, breathless from his vain attempt to keep up with the two demonesses, “…please…”

“A little, a little more, a little more, please, oh my god, oh god, oh god!”

It was more than Yeji had cum for a long time—actually, it was probably more than she had ever cum—and she reveled in every second of it, keeping her eyes shut and her head thrown back, her chest heaving as she rode out her orgasm atop the massive cock ramming into the deepest parts of her, stirring the mixed creampie inside her now leaking out in trickles.

While a devil wasn’t as in-tune with vitalis as a succubus, being a demon, they still had some connection to it, and it was that albeit flimsy attunement to vitalis that had overwhelmed Yeji so much that she had to catch her breath for almost a full minute. It was only when Yuna started whining, prying Yeji off Seojun’s cock that Yeji finally dismounted him, a torrent of the fluids that had been previously stoppered by Seojun’s cock unleashed, flowing freely down Yeji’s leg. With succubae and their bodies’ ability to absorb his sustenance, the sight before him, of his cum trickling down the leg of a hot demoness, blew away his already diminishing refractory period, just in time for Yuna, who stood him up.

“Ok already, my turn!”

It was barely a full minute, but it was at least some time to catch his breath; Tiffany, however, wasn’t given that benefit, who went from getting fucked from the front and the back to getting double-penetrated by the two devils who sat the first round out, Nickhun and Chansung, while the two who were getting handjobs from her, Wooyoung and Junho, were now using her face and her tits, respectively, to get off.

“Such a pretty face, seeing it just makes you want to ruin it, huh?”

“Fuck, I haven’t fucked a succubus in so long, I forgot how tight their fucking pussies were.”

It wasn’t the double penetration that was turning her brain to mush, as Tiffany had taken both Seojun’s actual cock and a transmogrified version of his cock via Taeyeon at the same time on more than one occasion, but it was the force of their impact. With Nickhun in her pussy and Chansung in her ass, the two of them alternated with perfect synergy, taking turns pounding each of her respective holes with all the pent-up horniness that arose from being delegated to only watching the first round. Just as Chansung’s cock drilled into the deepest parts of her ass, the resounding, crisp sound of her ass slapping against his groin repeating so frequently that the sound began to overlap with its echoes, Nickhun pulled out, using the legs that were slung over his shoulders and trapped there with his arms, and as Nickhun thrust as deep as he could go inside Tiffany, Chansung pulled back to prepare the next stroke. With each stroke, Tiffany’s voluptuous body shook, aiding in the titjob Junho, who was kneeling on top of Tiffany, was receiving, and pushed Wooyoung’s cock ever deeper down her throat.

“Fuuck, god, I forgot how fucking amazing a succubus’s throat is…”

Wooyoung gave her not even the briefest time to rest, hands firmly gripping the sides of her face and repeatedly shoving his cock in and out of Tiffany’s mouth. Because her face was upside-down, the excess saliva ended up dripping down to her cheekbone and nearly into her eyes, forcing her to keep them shut.

In this position, Tiffany had freedom to use her hands as she pleased, but was being so overwhelmed that they ended up lazily resting along Junho’s leg, mindlessly shaking to the intense rhythm of the three devils filling her three holes.

“How’s her ass, Chansung?”

It was Taecyeon who asked, currently standing at the side and watching.

“Yeah, fucking incredible. It’s amazing it’s still this tight given how many millions of cocks she must’ve taken into this hole by now.”

“That’s a succubus for you. Tight pussy, tight ass, tight throat, all always ready to be fucked.”

For Tiffany, it didn’t feel like that would be the case for long. In the couple of centuries that Boa granted succubae around the world reprieve from other demons, Tiffany had been living the good life— traveling around the world, eating good food, fucking around with men of all shapes and sizes, and in doing so, have forgotten what it was like back then: when succubae were seen as nothing more than sex slaves for the more powerful demons, to be fucked and pumped full of their vile sustenance at their whims, being overloaded with overwhelming strength and speed that short-circuited her brain. Not even with Seojun, nor with any of the bigger, thicker cocks she’s fucked before, compared to what she was feeling now: despite knowing how nearly indestructible succubae were, it still felt like their frantic fucking was threatening to tear her apart. Feeling Nickhun and Chansung’s cocks rubbing against her vaginal and anal walls with as much speed as they were using, the heat being generated from the movements, and the sheer force of their every thrust, it felt like they were trying to tear apart that barrier between her pussy and her ass and turn it into one, larger hole.

Of course, even if Tiffany had the right state of mind to complain, she couldn’t; her throat was being repeatedly assaulted by Wooyoung’s cock, her only saving grace being the gag reflex she was finally able to completely suppress.

“Fany, remember, not one drop is to be wasted.” That was the only warning Wooyoung gave Tiffany before unleashing a massive torrent of his own seed down her throat. Try as she might, Tiffany, having been caught off guard, could only do so much as Wooyoung relentlessly pounded her face, riding out his climax. Tiffany really did try to keep everything in her mouth, but with how vigorously Wooyoung was fucking her face while riding out his orgasm, it was all but inevitable that a few strands leak out.

“Ah ah, bad girl.” As Wooyoung’s climax subsided, his gaze fell onto the messy face of Tiffany, noticing a few trickles of fluids escaping the corner of her mouth. So, he swiped it up with his fingers, removing his cock from her mouth and feeding her the last bits of his load before stepping aside for Junho, who had dismounted her and was standing next to Wooyoung.

Before Tiffany even had the time to swallow the last bits of Wooyoung’s load, Junho pierced Tiffany’s closed lips with his cock.

“Come on, here’s that cum you love drinking so much.”

By the time Tiffany had swallowed Junho’s load as well, Tiffany was already starting to feel uneasy, which was only made worse when Nickhun and Chansung, seemingly in purposeful coordination, unloaded their pent-up lust inside her simultaneously.

“Ah, fuck, please, oh my god—” The familiar feeling of her body warming up at the sudden influx of sustenance was accompanied by the queasiness of absorbing the tainted demon cum from the two devils. All Tiffany could do to fight against that was to bite her lip, a stray grunt escaping her lips as the two devils pounded their cum deep into each of her holes.

“I gotta try that throat you’re raving about, Wooyoung.”

“Wait, just a second—”

“Fuck yes, faster, Seojun!”

The ridiculous curve of her waist to her hips did indeed translate into an ass that was satisfying to smack his crotch into as Seojun pounded Yuna, but another not-as-expected sexiness the she-devil had was her voice. It was very markedly feminine and came out smooth as honey, which Yuna was very adamant about using to express her ecstasy.

“Stretch me out more! Pound my naughty pussy harder!”

As vocal as Yuna was being, Seojun didn’t reciprocate—not because he didn’t want to, but because he physically couldn’t, with how far down Yeji’s tongue was down his throat. With one hand on Yuna’s hips and the other hand with three fingers knuckle-deep into Yeji’s sputtering snatch, it was partially his fingers wedged so far inside Yeji and partially her tiptoes making up the difference in their standing heights.

All the threesomes that Taeyeon and Tiffany subjected him to paid off in this moment, where Seojun was able to divert his focus effectively, making sure to give Yuna’s cunt the pounding it deserved while his fingers pleasured Yeji’s sex. The intensity of the kiss initially threw Seojun off guard, but the more he accustomed himself to it, the better he was able to focus on pleasuring the two demonesses before him.

“Your pretty good with your fingers, too,” Yeji noted, breaking the kiss but keeping her lips at a distance where it barely grazed Seojun’s, “do Succubus Servants naturally become good at everything related to sex?”

“No, I just had a lot of practice.”

Seojun could feel Yeji’s smile against his lips. “You’re not a bad kisser, too.” The feeling of her breasts against his arm, her slender, creamy legs sandwiching his right leg, even the warm puffs from Yeji’s breath was driving Seojun insane. “I didn’t think succubae cared much about kissing.”

“Well, it sorta comes naturally during sex, even for succubae, I guess.”

Perhaps it was the mention of succubae, or maybe it was the brief break from the intense liplock Yeji was subjecting him to, but beyond the rhythmic slapping of his groin against Yuna’s plump rear and the lascivious moaning that accompanied the beating Yuna’s pussy was being subjected to were the rather loud sounds of the other parties, separated from the three by half a wall and some distance. Amongst all the commotion, however, Tiffany’s voice was notably absent.

“Yes! You’re hitting so deep! Keep going! Seojun, fuck, don’t stop! Yes, right there, right there!”

Yuna’s gradually raising voice, along with Yeji reconnecting their lips, snapped Seojun out of that train of thought. He was getting close, and he could tell Yuna was, too.

“Fuck, I can’t believe how hard you’re messing me up, I-I’m—Seojun, fuck, please!”

Seojun could feel Yuna rocking in sync with him, and at the apex of his every thrust, could feel her body shaking with the force of his hips. The further it went on, the more Seojun’s brain was turning to mush, and the less attention he could afford to give to his fingers. And, while Yeji noticed this, she didn’t particularly mind; she had her fun at first, she didn’t mind giving Yuna her turn. In fact, “Give Yuna the pounding she deserves,” Yeji, breaking the kiss, whispered to Seojun, who was more than ready to comply.

Extracting his fingers from Yeji’s cunt, Seojun placed the moist hand on the other side of Yuna’s hips, and, with the additional leverage, dug his heels into the ground and pistoned into her even deeper.

“Fuck! Oh god, so deep, fuck, I’m gonna break!”

“You gonna let this ‘pet’ break you this easily?” There wasn’t any animosity in Seojun when he said that; not really. It was more of a challenging remark, turning Yuna’s words back on her, seeing if she had any shame. Which, of course, she didn’t.

“Yes! Oh god, yes! Fuck, pound me, fuck me, destroy me, break me!”

“You sure you want this ‘pet’ to fill you up?”

Seojun had leaned forward as much as he could, growling the words a few inches from Yuna’s ear, but still, Yuna stayed single-minded. “Yes! Please, please, I need you to pump me full of your fucking, fucking disgusting, succubus pet cum! Use me like your personal fucktoy, pump me full of cum, breed me!”

With how adamantly Yuna was begging, Seojun saw no need to continue to hold back. So, he obliged, unloading his seed directly into the womb of the loudly moaning she-devil; and, like so many before her, the sudden influx of the warm, viscous fluid carrying the sheer quantity and pureness of the vitalis Seojun had unintentionally honed his entire life sent Yuna into overdrive, leaving her a moaning, screaming mess, joining Seojun in an orgasm of her own.

“Fuck, god, I’m cumming, cumming so hard, fuck, Seojun—”

Yuna was shut up by none other than Yeji, who lifted Yuna’s face up to roughly eye-level and slammed her lips against the convulsing, climaxing demoness.

“Fuck,” Seojun muttered under his breath, the sinfully sexy sight extending his orgasm a few seconds longer, continuing a little after his orgasm died down to let Yuna ride out hers before her tense, tight body goes limp.

Yeji, noticing Yuna’s orgasm subsiding, pulled away, a sly smirk on the lips and those foxlike eyes of hers. “See? Pretty good, huh?”

Yuna nodded. “Fuck, I can’t believe … a succubus servant … is that good…”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I could easily get addicted to this.”

Yuna let out a small groan as Seojun pulled out, causing the two of them to turn to look at him. “We get you for a whole week, don’t we?”

The brief break, the reminder of the deal, and suddenly, Seojun could hear the sounds of the other six gangbanging Tiffany; and, as chaotic as the sounds were, there was still a very noticeable absence of any even vaguely Tiffany-sounding voices.

“Um, I don’t think they mentioned anything about m—”

“Never mind, I wanna go again.”

Yeji and Yuna brought Seojun to another room with a couch that Yeji could sit on so that Seojun could drill into her from above as Yuna, curious as to what was happening to the succubus itself, peered into the meeting room to see Tiffany turned to the side and suspended in mid-air, with both her ass and her pussy filled to the brim with blurs that Yuna could only assume were the cocks of Taecyeon and Nickhun, while her mouth was filled with the cocks of both Wooyoung and Chansung, Junho and Jun.K standing at the side and roughing up her tits which had already begun to turn red while jerking off with their other hand.

Was a similar position feasible with all five of them and Seojun?

“This fucking pussy is still this tight … don’t worry, we’ll loosen up even your succubus pussy by the end of the week.”

As absorbent the succubus body usually was, even Tiffany’s well-matured body, who was even used to taking in multiple loads from multiple guys simultaneously, couldn’t keep up with the cadence of the orgasms from the six devils. As Taecyeon unrelentingly fucked the succubus, each thrust pushed out slivers of the load Wooyoung left there previously that her body wasn’t able to absorb in time, causing the fluids to trickle out of the tight connection, down her leg and eventually, onto the puddle gradually forming on the ground.

“You fucking succubus are such sluts, I bet y’all don’t even care where the cum goes. Don’t you think our cute little Fany would look better covered with our cum?”

To Tiffany, getting cum on her body was at least better than inside her, as, then, she didn’t have to taste their awful semen. But, on second thought, the mere thought of being covered with the cum of these six devils, every square centimeter of her skin caked with layer upon layer of the viscous fluids of the condescending, overpowering demons, who she had no choice but to acquiesce to in order to have any hope of saving Taeyeon, was a shot to her pride.

But, ultimately, pride meant nothing to Tiffany if Taeyeon was being experimented on, tortuously, by those two High Witches.

“What do we say, Fany?”

“Thank—Thank you, for your semen.”

“That’s a good girl.”

It was just a week. It was just a week. These were the words Tiffany repeated to herself as Jun.K and Junho took Taecyeon and Nickhun’s spot after spraying their loads all over her tits, with Wooyoung and Chansung deciding to join along, unleashing against her stomach and neck areas. Just one week of taking their cocks, repeatedly, into any and all of her holes, of being force-fed their semen, of being sprayed over and over with their loads, of being fucked like their personal sex doll, of feeling her pussy, her ass, even her lips trickling with their sticky seed, and barely being given a moment to properly swallow it before the hole is promptly filled with another of their dicks.

It was just a week. Seojun, too, wondered how he would even survive as Yuna climbed onto his lap and began riding him, and as his vision filling up with the sight of Yeji’s glistening pink folds descending upon his face.

It was just a week. It was just one entire, straight, endless week.

Quick note for the Tumblr-only readers: this is more or less my normal cadence of chapter releases xD Count on more 3rd/4th gen idols making appearances in the upcoming chapters :D when? Who knows? I certainly don’t.

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ISLAND The Series [ITZY X MALE READER SMUT]

Part 1 [Chaeryeong]

Part 2 [Ryujin Ft. Chaeryeong]

Part 3 [Yuna Ft. Ryujin & Chaeryeong]

Part 4 [Yeji]

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mesy04 · 4 months ago

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ANTHEM The Series

Part 1

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Who’s the representative madam of each company teach junior idols how to please their investors?

JYP

HYBE

Starship

Etc

I'm only going to use the active idols for this one.

JYP: Jihyo

SM: Irene

YG: Lisa

HYBE: Sakura

Starship: Yujin

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Parental Guidance

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For @iznsfw, @gammasnippets, @plateauworld, @friskyriskywhisky, @mistress---moon, @firagaarmor.

With pleasure, sin.

Part 1 here

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You wonder how you're in this situation.

Kim Minjeong sits to your right, quietly chewing on her lunch. In front of you, Kim Taeyeon's motherly smile greets your vision, and you return it awkwardly. Your girlfriend Chaewon is nowhere to be found—she has classes on Tuesdays while you don't, and on her instructions, you're having lunch with her mother and sister in her absence.

"Is the food good, dear?"

"Y-Yes, Mrs Kim." You can't help but feel awkward—you rarely ever eat with the Kims, and it always was with Chaewon present. Without her to act as the bridge between you and her family, you're left high and dry to fend off the awkwardness by yourself.

"Oh, that's so good to hear. Do you want more?"

"No, it's fine, thanks Mrs Kim."

"Gosh, that makes me sound so old. Just call me Taeyeon, Minseokie! You've been Chaewonie's boyfriend for so long you're basically family now. Loosen up!"

"Oh, um, okay, T-Taeyeon."

"That's right, good boy."

You blush at the endearment she uses for you. Taeyeon rises from her chair to clear her plate, and she grins at you and her youngest daughter.

"I'm gonna do the dishes, Minjeongie can entertain you for now, okay?"

Beyond the awkwardness, you feel a rush of lust as well. Taeyeon is a fucking bombshell, even if she is older. Oftentimes you've wondered how pretty she'd look moaning as she rode a cock in bed, how sexy she would look as her face morphs in reaction to the pleasure of sex. Your cock stirs in your pants, and you feel yourself slowly harden at the thought. You've been sitting opposite her for the entire lunch, and you'd had a hard time trying not to get horny. However, the maternal smile always does you in.

When Taeyeon turns around, you're reminded of the age old line:

'Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave'.

You watch as Taeyeon turns, and your eyes are immediately glued to the way her hips sway as she walks. The action mesmerizes you—you can't keep your eyes off Taeyeon's ass and hips as she moves to the kitchen. Your cock tents your pants, and you have to subtly reach beneath your waistband to push it up, lest Minjeong catch you lusting for her mother.

Fuck, Kim Taeyeon was hot.

You're brought back to a conversation you had with Chaewon some time back…

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"Would you fuck my mum if she gave you the chance?"

You nearly spit out your drink.

"What the fuck kinda question is that?!"

"Come on, don't tell me you've never thought about it! I see you staring at my mum sometimes, you know?"

You keep silent.

"Oh, you totally would, huh?" Chaewon giggles at your silent confirmation, and you can't help but sink your face into your palms.

"Hey, nothing to be ashamed about! My mum's a total MILF! I'd love to be that hot at her age still. I mean, sure, she might have nothing up there and down there, but still."

"What the fuck, Chae? You check out your own mum?"

"What? Nothing wrong with that, is there? I'm already fucking my sister regularly, why would I not check out my mum like that?

Admit it though, I'm correct, right?"

"Yeah…"

—---

"-ppa?"

"Huh?"

Minjeong shifts next to you, ever shy and (mostly) demure. She grasps her hands tightly, and she glances at you, her eyes darting downwards ever so often.

"You seemed deep in thought… I was asking if you'd like some water."

"Ah, um, yeah. Sure. Thanks, Minjeong."

You watch as Minjeong leaves with her empty plate, and mentally, you note how she struck the genetic lottery—she's the spitting image of her mother. Your cock twitches in your pants at the thought of Taeyeon again, and you groan softly before returning to your meal. It doesn't take long before Minjeong returns with a cup of water, and you finish your meal along with it.

"Oppa, I'll take it to Mummy for you."

"Ah, no, it's fine Minjeong, I can do it."

You clear up, and move to the kitchen. When you enter, you're greeted with Taeyeon's back as she washes up the plates. Once again, your cock twitches as you check the older woman out.

"Oh, Minseokie, come place those here! I'll wash up, go talk with Minjeong!"

"Okay, Mrs K—Taeyeon."

The disapproving stare turns into a smile as she takes the plate from you. You leave, blushing red, your hands attempting to hide your bulge. You run into Minjeong outside the kitchen, and she gives you a shy smile.

"Oppa, come with me, please?"

She takes your hand, and you're pulled along by the youngest of the Kim siblings. Up the stairs she goes, and you follow her along the hallway. You move past Chaewon's room, where you'd slept with both Kim sisters last month, and you move past what seemed to be a study, until you hit a white door. Minjeong opens the door and pulls you in before closing it.

"Eh?"

"W-Welcome to my room, Oppa."

Minjeong's room is huge, just like Chaewon's. You note the biggest similarity—both girls have a queen sized bed. Minjeong's room is painted white, and she has a ton of cute little trinkets and origami sitting on her shelf, which you step forward to admire. Her laptop sits on the desk in front of a white gaming chair, with her pajamas hanging over the backrest.

"Oppa."

You turn around, and your jaw drops.

Minjeong stands in front of you naked. Her T-shirt is folded neatly on her bedside table, and she stands shyly in front of you, a red blush dusting her cheeks. She steps closer to you, so close you can smell her shampoo and natural scent.

"Minjeong, why—"

"I want to have sex with you again, Oppa."

By rights, you should leave. You would be cheating on Chaewon if you said yes. However, both you and Minjeong know that this isn't an ordinary relationship anymore—Chaewon and Minjeong have long been having sex with each other before Chaewon started sleeping with you. Furthermore, the last time you'd slept with both Kim sisters, Chaewon had kissed Minjeong after the session and told her that 'Oppa is ours to share now, so you can have sex with him too, whenever you'd like'.

"Please, Oppa? Can we have sex? I've been wet the whole day, look…"

Minjeong runs a hand between her legs. She releases a soft sultry moan, and when she raises her fingers, you see the sheen of slick clinging on to the digits. Minjeong raises her fingers to your lips.

"Taste me, Oppa."

You take her fingers into your mouth, and take your first taste of Minjeong's pussy. There's a hint of salt, but Minjeong just tastes fucking good.

"Mmh!"

Your lips crash against Minjeong's in a torrid kiss. You can't resist her anymore—you've wanted to fuck her again after the last time, and you're not going to say no to this chance. Minjeong moans into the kiss as you pin her to the wall, and she pulls you close, her crotch hitting your thigh. Instinctively, the younger girl begins to grind down against you. Slick begins to stain your pants, but that's the least of your concerns right now—you're too busy feeling Minjeong up, running your hands over her milky skin, rubbing circles around her nipples, the nubs hard against the pads of your thumbs. When you tear your lips from hers, you note the fiery lust in Minjeong's eyes. There's no effort made to conceal it—she wants you, and she's going to get you.

The moans Minjeong releases aren't quiet—high-pitched whines and moans escape her lips with every hard grind of her pussy against your leg. You can't help but to undo your pants and fish your cock out—you're so fucking hard watching Minjeong masturbate using your leg, and you desperately needed the relief.

"Oppa, take your shirt off, please!"

You're quick to oblige. Minjeong's desperate tone and plea mid-masturbation has you all ready to give in to her every wish.

"Oh my God, fuck~!"

Minjeong grinds down harder when you pull off your shirt. You pull her in for another kiss, your tongue swirling against hers, your hands kneading her chest more roughly. Your other hand squeezes her ass, and Minjeong only moans louder, her nails digging into your back from where she grabs and hugs you.

"Fuck, grind down harder, Minjeong, that's right…"

You pull Minjeong closer—one hand on her ass, the other on her back. You flex your thigh in time with her thrusts as you gently guide her towards you. Minjeong follows, her head thrown back, eyes closed tightly as she moans.

"Oppa, if… if you keep flexing like that, I—I'm gonna c—"

Minjeong's sentence is interrupted by the crack of the doorknob. Before both of you can react, Taeyeon steps into the room, a knowing smile on her face.

"What's this, children? Having sex already?"

You're horrified. You dart back and attempt to shove your cock back into your pants, but in your panic, you're unable to even focus on it. The zipper nearly catches on to your skin too—

"Stop, Minseokie.

"You can leave that big, hard cock riiiight there, all for us to see…

"Or even better, take those pants off, won't you?"

You find yourself listening to Taeyeon—your pants and boxers are at your ankles, and you step out of them and kick them aside. You attempt to conceal your erection in shame.

"Mmh mmh, Minseokie~," Taeyeon hums in disapproval, a smirk across her features, "You're not allowed to hide such a thick cock from me."

Taeyeon takes two steps over. To your shock, she grabs it daintily, and you have to bite back a soft moan when she begins to stroke you softly.

"So this is the cock that came in both of my daughters…

"Mm, and you've got such full, heavy, healthy balls too…

"Go on, moan for me. No one's stopping you."

You whimper when Taeyeon cups your balls in her hand, and she licks her lips when your precum stains her wrist.

"MinMin?"

Minjeong looks up at her mother. Taeyeon doesn't stop fondling your balls as she speaks to her daughter.

"Yes, Mummy?"

"Has he made you cum?"

"Not yet, Mummy… You came in when I was about to…"

"Oh, sawrry~"

You remember the sisters apologizing like that and giggling before—perhaps this is the source of the joke?

You can't believe what's happening to you. Here you are, caught fooling around with the youngest Kim daughter, and now, you stand naked in front of her mother, exposed freely to her hungry eyes. Taeyeon leers at you with no attempt to hide her lust.

"So this is what you hide under all those clothes… No wonder my daughters are fucking you."

She chuckles.

"ChaeChae told me a few things about you, you know that, Minseokie? She said that you fuck very well. She's also said that you find me hot, and that you'd fuck me if I offered."

Taeyeon takes a step closer, and you can't help but whimper in part arousal, part fear.

"She planned this with us, you know? Chaewon called you here so we could fuck you together."

"What?"

It wasn't just a family lunch?

"Chaewon-unnie asked you to come over because we asked."

Minjeong's cuts in to explain. She steps forward and grabs your hand.

"Mummy wants to fuck the cock that's fucked her daughters' pussies too."

"Mm, that's right, Minseokie~."

Your mouth waters as you watch Taeyeon begin to undress. Her fingers deftly maneuver along her blouse—button by button, the garment begins to fall open. Glimpses of milky skin, just like Minjeong's, peek out beneath the cloth, and then Taeyeon pulls her blouse open to bare her chest to you.

"You're having sex with us today, and we're not taking 'No' for an answer~."

Her pants are next to fall, and you finally get to see Taeyeon's nude body in the flesh, after fantasizing about her for ages. She's clean shaven, just like her daughters are, and her thighs are soaked in slick. Taeyeon has the wettest pussy you've ever seen, and you feel precum spurt out of your tip and onto the floor at the sight. Your breath hitches when Minjeong picks up where her mother left off, her hands stroking along your length as her lips land on your neck to begin marking you. Your hand slides to Minjeong's hip, and she leads it to her ass, which you instinctively begin to knead. Taeyeon steps to your left, right beside her daughter, and your other hand is led to her pussy.

"Touch me, Minseokie. Feel how wet I am for you."

Taeyeon closes the gap between you and her with a searing kiss. You make out with the mother while her daughter leaves love bites across the skin of your neck. You can feel Taeyeon's moans through the kiss, her tongue against yours in a sinful show of lust. You slide your fingers along her pussy to coat them in her slick, and Taeyeon's whines only get louder when you push past her opening and into her wet cunt.

"Oppa, me too…"

You waste no time in obliging to Minjeong's request—soon enough, you have both hands busy fingerfucking both Taeyeon and Minjeong, both women moaning into your ears as you alternate between kissing either of them. You can't help but moan with them when Taeyeon begins to fondle your balls along with Minjeong's handjob.

"Fuck, so good, fuck!"

"Oppa, me too!"

Taeyeon wastes no words—her moans are enough, and the teeth on your earlobe only further hammer the fact home.

"Mmgh, mmf, aah, fuck, fuck!"

Both Taeyeon's and Minjeong's moans increase in urgency when you curl your fingers inside them, against their G-spots. Your palm rubs against their clits hard, and both women grind against your palm, actively fucking themselves against your hands. You can feel both of their pussies get significantly wetter and tighter, their slick dripping off your knuckles—

"Oh fuck, Minseok!"

"Oppa, I'm—hn~ngh!!!"

Both ladies' broken moans rip through the room as you bring both mother and daughter to squirting orgasms simultaneously. Taeyeon's and Minjeong's hips buck hard against you as you continue to pump your fingers into their cumming pussies, as gush after gush of cum drenches your hands, arms, thighs, feet. You can feel their pussies cumming right against your fingers, and pride swells in your chest at the fact that it was you who was their undoing. Both Taeyeon and Minjeong's nails dig into your skin as squirt drenches your hands, body, and legs, and the frustration of not being able to cum when Minjeong let go of your cock earlier is replaced with the satisfaction of watching the Kim mother-daughter duo cum all over you and the floor.

When you pull your fingers out of the two women, they spring to action—you're shoved onto Minjeong's bed, and Taeyeon pushes you to guide you further back across the soft, velvety sheets. Minjeong crashes her lips to yours in a messy kiss as she moves with you, and you grab her to steady the both of you as you lie back down on a pillow. Minjeong starts aggressively marking your body with kisses—she nips anywhere she can reach, and you can't hold back the guttural moan that is torn from your throat as Taeyeon begins to jerk your cock hard and fast from the foot of the bed.

"God, Minseokie, your balls are so full… I can't wait for you to empty a load in me, baby boy."

She slows her strokes down after, and she raises a hand to tease her daughter's pussy. Slick drips down from Minjeong's cunt, and Taeyeon collects them in her hand to slather it all over your cock, before she holds you still.

"MinMin-ya, Mummy's holding Minseokie's cock for you~. Come ride it, good girl, come fuck this cock so your Minseokie-oppa can cum, mm?"

Minjeong halts immediately to follow her mother's words. She lines herself up with your cock, a soft moan drawn from her lips when your tip rests firmly against her entrances. The youngest Kim daughter wastes no time—she sinks down on your cock immediately, and you can't help but release a string of curses when her tight pussy parts to accommodate your thick cock. Minjeong is wetter than she was the last time, when you took her virginity. Slick drips down along your length as she takes your cock in, the long, deep moan drawn out from her throat going straight to your cock. You twitch deep in her, and when Minjeong takes you to the hilt, she immediately begins to bounce herself on your length. The youngest Kim daughter fucks herself on your cock, impaling herself repeatedly on your shaft as she moans your name.

"Oppa, Minseok-oppa, fuck, fuck, so good, fuck, your cock's so big, so thick!"

You're more than content to watch Minjeong fuck herself, especially when the streaks of pleasure you enjoy from her movements travel across your body without you having to do much work. You stare at Minjeong's petite chest, watch them move as she bounces up and down. You can't believe how sexy the youngest Kim daughter can be, how fucking hot she looks having sex, enjoying the pleasures of a cock deep inside her cunt. You grab on to her hips and slowly begin to meet her movements with thrusts, and soon enough, you're fucking up into Minjeong when she sinks back down.

"Mummy, Mummy, I feel so good, Mummy, sex feels so good~!"

"That's right MinMin, sex feels so good, doesn't it? Look, look at how happy Minseokie is, look at how happy your pussy makes him."

Taeyeon almost whispers the words right into Minjeong's ear, all while her hands roam her daughter's body. Minjeong moans again when Taeyeon's hands knead her breasts, and she's immediately silenced when Taeyeon meets her in an openmouthed kiss. You can't help but curse when you stare at the taboo scene in front of you—a mother making out with her daughter and pleasuring her while she's having sex with her sister's boyfriend. When the two women separate, a string of saliva bridges the gap between their lips before it frays and falls apart.

"You'll get your turn soon, Minseokie." Taeyeon licks her lips as her eyes rake over you lustfully. "Fuck my daughter well and good, then I'll reward you with a…"

She giggles.

"Nice."

A crawl onto the bed.

"Long."

Her breath feels hot against your lips.

"Kiss."

Her lips brush against yours in the briefest of pecks. She pulls back when you chase after her, a disapproving smile on her face, as if you were a misbehaving toddler not doing much harm, but still misbehaving nonetheless.

"Bad boy, Minseokie. Focus on my daughter first. You're not getting me until you've filled my daughter with cum from those big balls of yours."

She leans in to caress your cheek and hold you in place, her lips right next to your ear.

"Fill her with a nice, thick, hot load for me, won't you, baby boy?"

Taeyeon gets off her daughter's bed. She gets behind Minjeong again, and she mostly disappears from view when she kneels. You can catch a few glimpses of her when Minjeong lifts herself off you, but nothing can prepare you for the next exchange between mother and daughter.

"M-Mummy~!"

Minjeong's cry pierces the air—

"N-No, Mummy, my ass, no, I'm— I'm dirty there, no—!"

Taeyeon is eating her daughter's ass.

While you don't have any visual on the actual act, you can hear the unmistakable slurps, see Taeyeon's figure between your legs. Minjeong's pussy only gets wetter, her moans more desperate, more whiny. You're not thrusting hard into her at all—in fact, you keep it soft and slow for Taeyeon to fully enjoy rimming her daughter. Even with the slow pace you take, the tandem assault on Minjeong's body drives her crazy—she falls onto your chest, limp and ready to be used according to yours and Taeyeon's will. All she can do is moan as her mother's tongue glides over her asshole, occasionally teasing the entrance.

"Minseokie, make my daughter cum."

That's your cue to fuck Minjeong harder. You begin to thrust up into the youngest Kim daughter, and the claps of your body against hers form a carnal melody of sin when paired with the sounds of Taeyeon's mouth on Minjeong's ass. Minjeong just moans, her body wracked with pleasure from the cock plunging deep into her cunt and the tongue that's—

"Relax for me, baby girl…"

"Mummy, no, Mummy, your tongue, not inside—!"

Holy fucking shit.

Minjeong moans right into your ear, and you're more than confident that her mother's just slid her tongue deep into her asshole. You release a string of unintelligible curses—Minjeong's pussy spasms and tightens around your cock, fresh coats of slick drenching your connection with every movement. You don't even know how Taeyeon is managing with ease—you're fucking Minjeong hard. Her body jerks with how hard you're thrusting, and you know it's only a matter of time before Minjeong inevitably orgasms.

"Oppa, Mummy, Oppa, Mummy…!"

Minjeong's words devolve into slurred moans. Her eyes are half closed, but she's actively fucking herself back on your cock and her mother's tongue. She meets you thrust for thrust, and her moans begin to rise in pitch and frequency.

"...—ck, fuck, fuck, Imgunna—"

Of the things Minjeong reaches, it is not the end of her sentence. Her second orgasm tears through her—Minjeong's hips buck hard, and her words blend into unintelligible moans. Somewhere in that mess, your cock falls out of her orgasming pussy, and you feel splashes of her squirt spray against you. Minjeong's moans grow louder, and when you try to see what's going on between her legs, your lust multiplies tenfold when you see Taeyeon with her fingers deep in her daughter's pussy. Taeyeon continues fucking Minjeong where you left off, and all Minjeong can do is take her mother's fingers as spray after spray of her squirt gushes from her pussy. She makes a huge mess—not only do you have her cum all over your legs and cock, Taeyeon is drenched in her daughter's release as well, and yet she continues fucking more of it out of her.

"That's right MinMin, just like that… Keep squirting just like that for Mummy, good girl…"

You stroke your cock while watching the mother-daughter pair. The need to cum is eating at you—Minjeong nearly brought you to orgasm earlier, and your sole desire right now is to pump her pussy full of your semen. You're not willing to be patient much longer.

"Minjeong-ah, be a good girl, raise your hips up… that's right, good girl…"

Taeyeon grabs your cock and strokes it a few times. She directs her daughter to raise her hips, and soon enough, Minjeong is sinking herself back down on your shaft. Without any instruction, she begins to fuck herself on your length again. Her eyes are almost closed, her chest heaving with heavy breaths, and she turns her head to look at you, the breaths slowly turning into moans as you penetrate her again.

"Oppa, Oppa, Oppa~"

You join your lips to hers in a kiss, and you begin to pound her. Minjeong adjusts herself to squat over your cock when she breaks the kiss, and you gladly accept this change—it lets you fuck her as hard as you like. You send a few more hard thrusts into her, before Taeyeon rises from behind her daughter.

"Minseok, hold on just a second, dear… Slow down just for a while, mm?"

You force yourself to comply, as much as you don't want to. Minjeong whines in protest, but Taeyeon silences her with a soft explanation.

"Shhh, MinMin… Mummy just wants to check something…"

Taeyeon slides her hand down Minjeong's body. She lets her hand rest on her daughter's lower tummy, beneath her navel, and when you thrust deep into Minjeong, Taeyeon gasps.

"Wow, I never knew you'd be so big, Minseok-ah…

"Look at you bulging my MinMin's tummy…"

True enough, once Taeyeon removes her hand, you can see Minjeong's tummy bulge whenever you push into her. You've never noticed it, and now it's all you can notice. Taeyeon lifts her daughter's hand to let her feel it, and Minjeong moans when the bulge travels along her hand.

"I can't wait to fuck you, Minseokie…"

Taeyeon's voice drips with lust, every word laced with pure want.

"But… finish in my daughter first. Let me see how a man like you cums."

With your new instructions, you resume what you were doing earlier with Minjeong. You grip her by the waist, and soon enough you're back to wrecking her pussy with thrusts. Minjeong takes each thrust exceptionally well—she even fucks herself back on your cock as she moans uncontrollably. Her eyes are glassy, jaw slack, yet she still manages to bounce herself on your cock and meet every thrust perfectly.

"Fuck, that's it, that's right, fuck her just like that…"

Next to you, Taeyeon sits on her feet atop the bed. She watches you rail her daughter with a huge smile on her face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Oppa, Oppaaa~!"

You grit your teeth as you feel your long-overdue orgasm approaching. Only a matter of time…

"Mummy, Mummy, Oppa's cock is getting bigger, he's… he's gonna cum inside me, Mummy!"

"Do it Minseokie, cum inside my daughter, show me how you'd knock her up!"

"FUCK!"

With a loud roar, you piston your cock deep into Minjeong's cunt. Minjeong screams at the pace—she's still sensitive from the orgasm, and your fucking of her tight cunt drives her crazy—but somehow she still manages to bounce herself on your cock. One thrust, two thrusts, and another, then—

"TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD, TAKE IT!"

You pull Minjeong down harshly on your cock as you hilt deep inside her. Your cock violently expels thick shot after thick shot of white hot semen deep into her cunt, and you almost don't move at all—your cock stays hilted in Minjeong's cunt as you let your orgasm take its course. All you do is shudder and buck your hips as each spurt of cum leaves your body and fills Minjeong up. All the girl can do is to moan as the warmth of your orgasm bursts deep inside her and paints her walls white, as shot after shot of your seed fires into her womb.

Minjeong's third orgasm comes just as violently as yours. The girl violently shudders and quakes atop you as squirt drenches your body and the sheets—you fuck spray after spray of it out of her, and her eyes roll back, jaw slack, tongue hanging out of her mouth in an ahegao as the waves of orgasmic bliss wash over her relentlessly. She falls over when her orgasm subsides, and you catch her in an embrace.

"MinMin-ya, come, get off your Minseok-oppa…"

Taeyeon pulls her daughter off you, and Minjeong deliriously follows her mother's every word. Her mother taps, pulls, and guides her to lie down on the bed next to you, and you watch breathlessly as Minjeong yelps. Your eyes immediately dart down to Taeyeon…

"Wow, Minseokie…"

Taeyeon raises her fingers from between her daughter's legs, her digits coated in a thick sheen of your cum and Minjeong's juices.

"You're very healthy, aren't you?"

As if in slow motion, you watch Taeyeon raise her fingers to her mouth. Her tongue slides out between her lips, and she licks your cum off her fingers as if it were a delicacy. She keeps her eyes locked on you as she cleans her fingers of your seed and her daughter's cum. Even as her hair falls over her eyes and covers them from your view, she tempts you with her gaze.

"Mm, so delicious, Minseokie…"

Taeyeon grins at you, and then she… kneels?

"I should taste more of it, shouldn't I?"

"—nnNGH—MmuMMY~!"

Minjeong arches her back, and her legs fall wide open. You see the reason for her cry of pleasure.

Taeyeon's lips are wrapped around her daughter's clit. Her fingers run over her daughter's pussy, and another sheen of slick and cum stains her digits. It doesn't take long before she pushes her fingers into her pussy, and Minjeong's body writhes in response, her lips stuck in a permanent 'O' as a cry dies in her throat. Your cock hardens again almost instantly—even more than before—at the sight of the matriarch of the Kim family on her knees, between her own daughter's legs, eating your cum out of her pussy in order to get her taste of you. You can't help but notice Taeyeon's right arm and shoulder moving as well, and that is what pushes you to begin stroking your own wet cock for relief—Taeyeon is masturbating as well while she eats her daughter out.

"Mummy—Mummy~!"

Minjeong can only cry for her mother as the the older Kim orally pleasures her. Taeyeon's tongue works wonders on Minjeong—she licks around her daughter's clit, and on every fifth lick, her tongue glides over Minjeong's clit. Every once in a while, she harshly sucks on her daughter's cunt, all while her fingers pump into her fucked cunt. From the looks of it, every thrust of Taeyeon's fingers strike Minjeong's G-spot, and Minjeong can do nothing but take her mother's tonguing and fingerfucking as she pants and rolls her eyes back in pleasure.

"—m—Mummy, s'good—ah!"

Somewhere along the way, Taeyeon switches the position of her hand and her mouth—she has her mouth on her daughter's pussy, fingers rubbing her clit as she extracts whatever bit of your cum and Minjeong's slick out with her tongue. Your cock hurts with how hard it is—pre-cum dribbles down your length, and you've had to edge yourself watching lest you blow your load early, and most importantly, not in Taeyeon's pussy. You're saving your next one for her—you're not going to waste the chance to fucking breed the MILF that is Kim Taeyeon. Just the thought of your seed blasted deep into her womb brings you to the edge again, and you forcefully have to rip your hand away from your cock as a small spurt of semen runs down your hard length. You try your hardest to discipline yourself—you're so close to another orgasm, but you're not cumming anywhere else but inside Taeyeon.

"Mmmph, nnngh, ahhh…"

Taeyeon moans don't let up even when she's eating her daughter's pussy. Her moans mix well with her daughter's, and the sounds of their two wet pussies being serviced only adds to the messy sex the three of you were enjoying. Minjeong is beyond saving now—the pleasure is all she knows. Her eyes are glazed over, jaw slack, drool running in a thin line down her cheek from the corner of her lips. Her body shakes with every stroke of her mother's fingers and tongue, and her moans only get whinier and higher pitched…

"M-Mummy, I—"

"Cum for me, baby."

Minjeong screams, and her body bucks uncontrollably—violent gush after violent gush of squirt sprays from her cunt up into the air and all over Taeyeon. At the same time, Taeyeon orgasms—you watch her hips buck as well, and both women squirt all over the floor, a puddle of their combined juices only growing bigger with every spray of their squirt. Your cum still leaks out of her pussy as well, and you nearly cum at the sight of both women orgasming right in front of you. Every fibre of your being begs to cum, but you force yourself to wait—your load is for Taeyeon.

Taeyeon recovers fast—she wipes her daughter's cum off her face, and she licks it off her hand. Her eyes meet yours, and she keeps the gaze. The predatory look in her eyes has you unable to tear your eyes away, not that you want to.

"You're my good girl, Minjeong-ah. Take a good rest, baby girl.

"You're up, baby boy…"

Taeyeon flashes her exhausted daughter a grin, and then she rises from the ground, and as if mesmerized, you move closer to the foot of the bed to meet her. You give in fully, and she pushes you down on the mattress, her hand wrapping around your hard length and stroking it.

"So hard and wet for me, Minseokie, mm?

"Oh, you even came a bit just now…

"Bad boy, Minseokie. You knew all of your thick load in those big balls was mine, and yet you're wasting it like that…"

Taeyeon tuts in disapproval, then she leans in. Her lips brush against yours, and she whispers her next words right against them.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood, Minseokie… come get your kiss, baby."

Your kiss with Taeyeon is hot, sloppy, wet, desperate. You can't believe it—the MILF of your dreams, Kim Taeyeon, is in your arms, naked, kissing you deeply. Your arms wrap tightly around her cum-drenched body, and she cradles your head as she kisses you deeper. When she breaks the kiss, you chase her lips, which she halts with a finger on yours.

"I don't want to wait any more, baby. I need that cock in me, and I need to feel you stretch my pussy like you did with MinMin. I need you to fuck me just like you fucked my daughters, and I need it now."

You'd thought maybe she'd swap positions with you, but when she pushes you down and lifts your legs in the air…

"F-Fuck!"

Taeyeon pushes your cock right against her drenched pussy. She grinds herself along your underside, her hips shifting as she wets your cock in her juices, and both you and her let out deep moans when she angles your cock to line up with her entrance. Taeyeon pushes herself down, and your hard cock disappears into the depths of her tight cunt.

"F-Fuck, Taeyeon!"

"Oh, ffffuckkkkk~!"

Taeyeon's pussy is incredibly tight, just like her daughter. You squeeze your eyes shut at the intense pleasure coursing through your veins, and when you raise your head to take a glance, you can clearly see Taeyeon's tummy bulge with the shape of your thick cock in her cunt. She wastes no time—she holds your legs open with one hand each at your ankles, and you get a full view of her naked body, drenched in sweat and cum. You bite your lip hard as Taeyeon begins to move, and you get the sexiest view of your life when she does—you can physically see your cock stretching her cunt with every thrust of her hips down onto you. You let your eyes feast on the sight of a cum-drenched Taeyeon fucking herself on your cock with her head thrown back, jaw slack, eyes closed. Every time she sinks down on your cock, you can't help groaning in time with Taeyeon's own, and your hands grip the sheets tightly as an outlet of pleasure.

"How does my pussy feel, Minseokie? Good?"

"S-So… fucking good, ugh, fuck!"

"Look at you stretching my pussy, fuck…"

Taeyeon runs a hand over the bulge you make, and she bites her lip at a particularly good thrust down, as your cock brushes against her G-spot.

"Mmf, fuck, fuck, fuck… you're twitching so hard, Minseokie~. Are you going to cum already?"

"Y-Yes!" No point hiding it—you've been close for far too long.

"Oh no, we can't have that yet…"

Taeyeon pulls herself off you, and you nearly cry in frustration when your cock falls against your tummy, still twitching, so close to your orgasm.

"I don't want you to cum yet, not until I tell you exactly what I want."

Taeyeon pants heavily from her earlier exertions. She swipes her hair back, and she rubs her pussy as she speaks to you, all for you to watch.

"You ever wonder why you don't see my useless husband around, Minseokie?"

You've noticed, but never asked.

"He's out there on his "business trips" fucking his secretary, baby boy."

Taeyeon smiles.

"I get lonely too, you know? With MinMin and ChaeChae out of the house all the time, oh, I get so lonely at home. I'd love to have a companion here with me all the time…

"I'm still so young, Minseokie, baby. I'm home all the time, and my useless husband sends home so much money anyway...

"You can take advantage of that, you know, baby boy?"

Taeyeon grabs your cock and begins to pump it slowly. You begin to squirm in pleasure, which draws a wider smile from her.

"I've got nothing going on these days…"

Taeyeon hums in faux contemplation—she knows she has you in the palm of her hand.

"I dearly miss caring for a little bundle of joy, Minseokie, baby…"

No, no, she's not saying what you're thi—

"I want to be a new mother again, Minseokie. Can you help me with that? Can you cum inside me just like you did inside my two daughters?

I have no other obligations, baby, Minseokie. I'm withering away like that just being at home, you know that? I can care for our child full time. Make me a mother again, give MinMin and ChaeChae a new sibling. Breed me, get me pregnant again."

Her hands stroke quicker, and right when you're about to cum, she rips her hand away one more time.

"I know you've been saving that load for me, baby. You wouldn't edge yourself otherwise, mm? You can do that soon, baby, deep into my womb…"

Taeyeon grabs your cock and holds it in place, and soon enough, her dripping pussy devours your cock whole once more.

Her next words all but seal the deal.

"You've already filled my daughters with cum, Minseokie, baby.

"Now, it's time for you to go one step further…"

Taeyeon begins to move, ever so slowly.

"It's time for you to fill the pussy that birthed them."

From there, everything else is a blur—all you remember is the thought of breeding Taeyeon. You only briefly remember flashes—Taeyeon fucking herself on your cock, an exhausted Minjeong whispering in your ear and goading you to cum in her mother, and the next thing you know…

"FUCK, MINSEOK, I'M CUMMING!

"HRGHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, TAKE IT, TAKE IT, TAKE IT!"

Your vision explodes in a field of white when you cum, just as Taeyeon's pussy is. You register nothing—no sights, no sounds, nothing—except the feeling of your orgasm exploding into Taeyeon's pussy. Endless streams of cum fire deep into Taeyeon's womb, and your whole world rocks with every spurt of semen that leaves your cock. You barely even feel the sprays of squirt that must've drenched your whole body when Taeyeon cums with you, and all you can do is let the violent orgasm claim you. You're not sure if you're conscious or not—pleasure is your only anchor that leaves you knowing you're still living.

You open your eyes to see Taeyeon staggering back from between your legs. You can see thick drops of semen fall to the floor from her cunt, but what shocks you is to see semen cover her face and body. Your legs are shaking, cock still twitching and pulsing even when you're all spent.

"So much, Minseokie-ya… Naughty boy, cumming all over me like that…"

Taeyeon collapses next to you as she wipes her face clean of your cum. She leans in to plant a kiss on your cheek, and you feel Minjeong do the same on the other side.

"Thank you, Oppa."

"Thank you, baby boy…"

Taeyeon giggles.

"I promise I'll take care of our baby really well…"

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